#and all I fucking get is “the electricity will soon be out” notification on my phone

[beastblade69]

well that's fucking awesome. all of the damage russians have done to our electric infrastructure can be repaired in one year minimum. IT'S GONNA TAKE MORE TAHN ONE YEAR TO REPAIR ALL OF THE ELECTRIC STATIONS RUSSIANS HIT WITH THEIR MISSILES. AND WE AIN'T EVEN TALKING ABOUT CIVILIAN OR ANY OTHER INFRASTRUCTURE. ONLY ELECTRIC ONE. MORE THAN ONE YEAR. AND WE ARE STILL NOT STRUGGLING ENOUGH IN ONLINE PEOPLE'S OPINION. FUCK OFF

[ramp-it-up]

Anatomy of a Kiss

Summary: You and Logan agree on one thing: you both hate each other. So what happens when you kiss him?

Word count: 4.2 K

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S MUT Not Beta’d. ONE DEADPOOL X WOLVERINE SPOILER AHEAD! Read at your own risk. S MUT! Enemies to lovers; snark to fluff, idiots in love; use of the words stupid, dumb, insipid as insults. Reader's father is either a mobster or a mutant villain, or both; (Reader may or may not be a mutant herself), a couple dark themes and mention of parent death; Reader has Daddy issues; Reader is a thicc girlie; Princess and Old Man as nicknames; there are two slaps; a tipsy kiss; povs switch thorughout the fic. pining; insinuations of masturbation, oral (f receiving), spitting, praise and degredation kink, size kink, creampie, cum play, explicit sex acts, raw p in v (wrap it up) voice kink, this Logan is Dom Logan.

A/N: This was in my soul for a couple of weeks, but I don't feel it's all that great. Here goes. Let me know if you like it by reblogging, liking and commenting please. Thank you. ��️

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The biggest mistake that Logan Howlett ever made in his life was kissing you back.

Because now he was never going to get you out of his system. 

—--

You were celebrating.

Being being voted best small business owner and philanthropist in the city was a big fucking deal. You decided to let your hair down and let go of your famous self-control and discipline for one night.

And now you were tooted on most of a bottle of Moet and Chandon as you walked back to your high rise apartment from the civic center.

It was a perfect night and you stopped and smiled at the moon, feeling sublime. 

Until you heard his voice.

“Keep moving before I throw you over my shoulder and get you inside myself, Princess.”

You rolled your eyes at your body guard, the only thing your father offered you that you didn’t reject.

Because you weren’t stupid. 

Other than sharing his dna, you were not like your father at all, and you divested yourself of everything that had to do with him.

“What about the penthouse? You kept that.”

Your body felt engulfed as if by flames. You were angry, both at the fact that you’d apparently said all that out loud, and at Logan’s audacity.

“Fuck you, Howlett. The apartment is my mother’s. But she died because of my dad and that’s why he wants to “protect” me.”

You wobbled as you did your air quotes, and you could sense Logan ready to spring to catch you if you fell. You recovered quickly, however, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“But he can't seem to do the one thing that will protect me. Get out of the life. He’s an old man, for heaven’s sake!”

Logan chuckled and shook his head.

“He’s not so old.”

You were in full blown argument mode.

“He’s over 70.”

“Like I said, he’s not so old. And you don’t know so much, little girl. Life is not that simple.”

“I am 32 years old, Mr. Howlett. I am not one of those little girls that fawn all over you. I am a woman.”

You straightened up and you knew that your thick body in the black cocktail dress was banging.

Logan’s eyes reflected your body, although he was staring back into yours. He’d taken it all in earlier.

“You are a teeny, tiny little Princess.”

He was fucking infuriating as he smiled down at you like that. The alcohol made you step to him.

“Someone needs to kiss that insipid smirk off your face, Howlett.”

That stupid eyebrow shot up, and your belly flipped.

Slap. You meant slap, but Logan was quicker than your champagne brain.

“I dare you, Princess.”

—-----

After what happened happened, you hightailed it back to your building, the electricity zapping around the elevator as you stared each other down. As soon as the doors opened, you moved as quickly as your tipsy legs would take through your foyer and living room and down the hallway to your bedroom door.

Logan followed you.

“Princess–”

The door slammed in his face, and he stood there for a good five minutes, restraining himself from knocking it down, before he relented and made his way back to his own room. 

He’d confront you tomorrow (later today), when you were sober.

—-

On the other side of the door, you were thinking of packing your bags and moving to South America. You needed a continent between you and Logan. How in the world had you allowed yourself to give in to a drunken urge that manifested the late night thoughts that you’d had for months? 

You were slipping. Bad.

You absolutely could not face him the next day. You leaned against the door, relieved when you heard him leave, and touched your lips. They still felt as if they were swollen from the kiss. 

You were sobering up now, remembering it. But just a few minutes ago that dare was all you needed to immediately lock your lips onto his. 

You also remembered the way he’d pulled away in shock and stared at your mouth for a beat before he grabbed your hair, pulled you close again, and kissed you so good that your toes curled.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck FUCK! Fuck my life!”

You were losing control. And that was not good. Not good at all.

—

Logan couldn’t get you out of his mind. 

And that pissed him off.

He lay in bed, and thought about how, (if he could die) under penalty of death he would never admit just how often he thought about you.

He’d been glad for the room at your place that came with the job; bunking with Wade and Althea was getting real old, real fast. 

But suddenly this arrangement felt too close for comfort.

You didn’t need to know about the fact that the movie playing behind his closed eyelids during his little shower workouts every night was your sexy smile, or the way your ass filled out your jeans. Especially those black ones.

And when he thought about you wearing those jeans with that wrap around shirt that showcased your tits just right. Well, fuck. He’d have gallons of cum for the shower drain.

Nah, you knowing that would only stroke your ego. Somehow, his mind drifted to the other things of yours that needed stroking.

“Oh, Fuck all!”

He sat up and sat on the edge of his bed, reaching for a cigar, reason number 634 why you hated him. 

But if you hated him so much, then why did you kiss him tonight?

—---

Why did you do it? You didn’t even like Logan. In fact you hated him.

Right?

You loathed the way he called you Princess, an obvious reminder that you were a trust fund baby, although you were far from a child, and to spite the fact that you were trying to make your own way.

You hated him from the top of his ridiculous thick hair, to the soles of his huge shit-kicker boot clad feet. You hated how tall and how ripped he was, the way his arm veins threaded atop the muscles there and led the way to his thick, calloused fingers that felt so nice against your skin.

You hated the chest hair that poked out from the top of the tacky tank tops and flannel shirts he always wore underneath the ever present leather jacket, and the way his blue jeans showcased the muscles in his thighs. 

And you absolutely NEVER accidentally gazed at his crotch and ascertained that he was packing.

That would be asinine.

And his stupid face. That was the kicker. Logan’s face would be handsome if he didn’t wear that ridiculous smirk all the time on that mouth that might look nice if he was normal. 

The mouth that felt nice against yours. 

That might feel nice against your…

You groaned around your toothbrush and rolled your eyes at yourself, fully sober now after a quick cold shower. But somehow your body was still warm and buzzing.

What the fuck had you done?

— 

Logan didn’t even like you.

You were bossy, irritating, loud. 

Fuck, you were loud, always chattering away to your customers, always smiling and making them feel at home. 

He absolutely loathed the way you were trying to make your own living, despite the fact that your father was loaded. Running a food truck with the best tacos in town drew hundreds of people every day and giving away a portion of your food to the unhoused every night was what irritated Logan the most. 

More people to watch.

He was sure you did it to surround him with more people to hate. He just knew that you liked pushing his buttons. 

You just reveled in being the anti-Logan.

The more he glared, the more you glowed. 

On fucking purpose.

The kicker was you cranking up the karaoke machine on Thursday nights and belting it out to Journey or REO Speedwagon. It was so annoying. 

Especially the way you closed your eyes and swayed to the music during the bridge. The happy look on your face wasn’t beautiful at all, it was simple, and he didn’t memorize every curve of your face because it was a dumb one.

He couldn’t get away, because he had three months left on the security contract your father signed with him.

It was unfortunate, because you just wouldn’t shut up.

Except when his tongue was in your mouth.

No. 

Even then, you made noises. 

Those delicious little moans that vibrated down his spine and made his dick harder with every second. Moans that made him see visions of your mouth wrapped around his cock. Moans that gave him a waking dream of you giving him head, and…

Fuck, now Logan had a raging hard on and could not sleep for the life of him. 

He really did not like you.

—--

Kissing Logan had you in a tailspin. 

You punched your pillow as you tossed and turned in bed and conjured positive thoughts.

You could forget this.

Pretend it never happened.

Convince yourself that he didn’t taste like heaven and hell and the best fucking thing in a long time.

You could forget.

It was fine.

Everything was just fucking fine. 

All you had to do was completely forget the way he made you feel when he slid his tongue into your mouth. It was easy. 

Except you were wet as fuck. 

“Listen, bitch. You are not doing me any favors right now,” you mumbled to your cunt. 

She didn't care. 

Your pussy just continued to clench on air as if to say, “He’s right down the hall. Let’s just go finish what we started.”

You groaned and tried to smother yourself with your pillow.

It didn’t work.

—-

Logan just kept thinking of the way you stared at him between kisses. Lips parted on a gasp, plump and soft, right before he'd slipped his hand on your neck and kissed you again. Now your taste haunted him.

Logan huffed and put his head in his hands. Flashes of the kiss played like a movie in his head. Finally, he stood up and went to his door, ready to settle this once and for all.

When he opened it, there you were, in just a black camisole and panties, and god, did he want you.

But there was your mouth again.

“I fucking hate you.”

The problem with that was, he could smell you. You might be saying that you hated him, but your body was calling him right now. And Logan’s knees were weak at the power of his lust.

When you looked him in the eye, you licked your lips, your eyes dilated, your nipples tightened into stiff peaks, and your pussy weeping for him, Logan knew it was the end of the line of his self-restraint.

You smelled delicious, like your mandarin orange body wash and your wet-for-him cunt. 

He stepped toward you and you slapped his face, leaving him with a grin on his face.

Then you slapped him again.

“You got it out of your system now? That anger?”

He cocked that damned eyebrow at you and moved even closer. 

“Or is it frustration?”

——

You were in trouble now.

Not because you were scared Logan was going to hurt you.

Just the opposite.

Logan dipped his head to smell at your pulse point, body so close, but never touching you. Your arms went to grab his impossible shoulders and that's when his huge paws grabbed your hips, dragging you further into his room as he backed toward his bed.

He was full on nuzzling your neck now, and your eyes were rolling as the tension between you two was finally ebbing.

The words came tumbling out.

“I’m so fucking angry that you get me so frustrated, you ass..”

You were turning your head toward his, wanting his lips again, on his lap now, crotch sat on his unbuttoned jeans, and refusing to move to ignite the fire.

Logan grunted at you.

“I see that. You’re trying to stare me down even though you are leaking all over me.”

Your body clenched and got wetter at the naming of that fact. You were terrified of what might happen next.

Yet you wanted it so badly.

——

Logan couldn’t wait any more.

He removed one hand from gripping the flesh at your hips that he’d fantasized about for months, to trailing up your cheek to your hair to take off your scarf.

His fingers were in your hair again and your eyelids stuttered as you mouth dropped open for air.

That made him so fucking hard. And it made him want to kiss you again.

He had to know.

“What are you here for, Princess?”

——

His sexy whisper would do you in.

For good.

“I don’t know.”

Logan was staring at you like you were the treasure chest at the end of a quest as you tried to remain as still as possible on his lap. It was so hard.

Logan was so hard beneath you.

“Oh? Let’s run it back to earlier when you weren’t letting that big brain of yours get in the way.”

Frustration surged within you and your mouth got reckless.

“Stop yapping and just do it already.”

——-

“There’s my girl,” Logan growled at you as his dick responded to the challenge and his eyes flashed at your tone.

“Always busting my balls, aren’t you? Need to give that smart mouth something else to do.” 

Before you could reply, Logan’s lips covered yours so perfectly that it was like magnetic puzzle pieces. You fit together and locked. 

Logan’s tongue traced your lower lip and he drew it into his mouth, nibbling, gently at first and then nipping more harshly, causing a gasp and enabling entry. His tongue swiped at yours as he dominated you.

You were not going to win this round.

——

You could only whimper and grab his shoulders tighter as he kissed you. For all that was holy, why did his kisses have to be so damn good?

One of your hands ventured into the thick hair you’d dreamt of feeling between your fingertips and pulled as your desire peaked. Then your palms went to his face as he pulled away and you squirmed as you realized what was about to happen. 

“What are you here for, Princess?”

That question again.

That voice. It rumbled straight to your core and Logan wasn’t letting you off the hook. 

Logan wasn’t letting you up off of him. 

The hardness of his metal button and zipper, but mostly him (oh god he was huge) chaffed your thighs as he sealed his lips over yours again and his hand went from your scalp down your neck and back to your hip again, holding you down to feel him.

You finally moved, smearing your wetness all over your panties and his jeans and Jesus, it felt so good.

——

Logan’s eyes took in all of you in your scanty clothing, following your every movement and when his eyes moved down to your damp panties he swallowed audibly. He clenched his jaw with the strain of holding back.

Logan couldn’t deny that he wanted you. His 200 year old heart felt brand new.

“Mmmmph. Here for this feeling Logan.” 

Your voice was the greatest symphony. His stomach clenched when you looked him in the eye.

“I’m here for you.”

You leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek with your nose, then whispered a demand in his ear.

“Touch me, Logan.”

Without thinking, but instinctively careful of you, Logan’s claws extended, shredding the sides of your panties and rendering them in pieces. 

“Fuck!”

You gasped as he stood up with you in his retracted grip and threw you on the bed, the scraps of your underwear abandoning you.

He couldn’t stand it anymore, he was so weak for you. He was on his knees at the foot of the bed as he ran his rough hands up and down your legs.

——-

“I’m touching you, now what?”

He spoke to you, but he was looking at the juncture of your thighs, at the well-manicured hair there, all casual, as if he weren’t teasing the hell out of you.

You had something for him.

“If you don’t know what to do, then I’ll show you.”

You reached up and took off your camisole and Logan’s eyes raked upwards and widened at the sight of what you were holding, which was your breast in one hand, as you pinched and rolled your own nipple. Your other hand trailed down your body as your legs fell open to give yourself access to your clit, which you had the nerve to play with in front of Logan’s face. 

——

Now he was the one who was angry.

Logan snarled, then batted your hand away.

“Careful Princess. Don’t poke the Wolverine.”

His hands tightened on your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed where he was.

———

Logan leaned down, his hot breath ghosting your pussy as he looked up at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. 

You couldn’t let the moment get too tender.

“What if the Wolverine wants to poke–”

Logan’s hand covered your mouth, cutting you off at just the moment he licked a long, hot, wet stripe up the center of you and then pursed his lips around your clit to suck at you ruthlessly.

Your smart ass remark was forgotten as a moan bubbled up into your throat. Logan took his hand away once it was clear that you couldn’t talk anymore, or at least that your capacity for sass had diminished. 

You were leaning up on your elbow and watching him feast on you, convulsing with each swipe of his broad tongue and each pull on your clit.

As mesmerized as you were at his skill, you managed to brush his thick dark hair away from his eyes so that he could see properly. You didn’t want anything getting in the way of the best head you’d ever received.

——-

Logan’s hands were now palming the most delicious meal he’d ever eaten; you were practically sitting on his fingers. For him, you tasted even better than you smelled. He couldn’t believe it.

He looked up at you incredulously, watching your breasts moving with each heave of your lungs trying to capture air, and your mouth open to capture it. He met your eyes and frowned at you as he reached down and stroked his pulsing cock.

“What’s wrong?”

“The fucking Cuties you eat all day long. They got you tasting like a fucking orange. ‘S fucking impossible.”

He yanked you closer and buried his face between your legs. You made those cute little noises with every swipe of his tongue, and he licked and sucked until you convulsed in his hands, screaming.

You were still trying to catch your breath before he was on you, licking and suckling your hard and soft breasts.

“Damn,” you murmured as Logan swiped his thick, bulbous head into your entrance and meeting resistance, “You’re so fucking huge Logan.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that phrase, but coming from you it hit different. His chest puffed with pride.

Logn smiled into your neck, inhaling your scent and growling against your skin.

“Don’t be scared, Princess. I’ll make it feel good for you. I should be more worried than you are. I’m gonna split you open, but you are about to shatter me into a thousand pieces.”

He didn't mean to tell you the absolute truth. But he had.

Logan knew there was no coming back from this for him.

——

You shuddered at the words which were breathed over your skin.

Logan trailed the tip of his tongue up the side of your neck the looked you in the eye. It was too much.

You lowered your gaze and he chuckled, making you sigh when he tugged on your lobe with his teeth and started pushing inside you. It was slow, but sensual and somehow still desperate. 

With each increment of himself that he gave you, you felt destroyed, yet you wanted more. You clutched at his chest as you widened your legs for him, as if that would help.

“No one else has ever made me feel this way. Hurts so good, Logan. More. Please?”

The question was, were you just talking about his penis?

——-

You begging him made Logan want to cry as he slipped further inside of you. When he bottomed out, you both shuddered, you at the sensation of such fullness, and him at the way you were so snugly and warmly wrapped around him.

“Fuck! Princess. Should have known you would be hot and tight. But I wasn’t ready.”

Logan wasn’t ready for you at all.

—-

His pupils were completely blown and the look on Logan’s face made you clench down even tighter as he stroked deeper into you. 

“Y-yess, feels so good.” 

You felt like liquid in his arms. Your hands moved over his shoulders as you hitched your thigh around his hips. He ran his hand up your thigh and around to your leg, holding you in place as he began to pound into you harder.

You whispered a confession into his ear.

“I’ve dreamed about this so many times.” 

Logan lifted his head from watching his cock destroy you, his brow arched in surprise. 

“You’ve dreamt about me?” 

You bit your lip and nodded, all of a sudden feeling shy. 

“At night after a tense night between us, I’d go to my room and imagine that you’d follow me to…shut me up.”

Your lashes fanned your face as you smirked.

“Oh yeah?”

Logan swiveled his hips and you gasped. He was lighting you up from the inside.

“Sounds like a cool dream, Princess,” he said, leaning down to your ear.

“But you’re talking far too much in reality.”

And he began snapping his hips at a frenzied pace, causing your back to arch and your mouth to fall open, leaving you moaning until you screamed with your orgasm.

You couldn’t talk; hell you couldn’t even think when he was going like this.

——

At this point, there was no more finesse; Logan was stroking in and out of you, almost completely leaving you and reentering just to feel that sensation again. The way his fat cockhead breached you was like no other feeling in the world.

Your arched back was displaying your breasts to him at a perfect angle. It inspired something within him.

“Look at you Princess. All gorgeous and fucked out and taking this cock for me. All dumb now. Bet you like not having to think so much. Just take it like the good little slut you are for me, yeah?”

His filthy commentary made the coil in your belly snap, and you came like a freight train, squeezing him so much that he had pull out to keep from coming himself.

He kissed you as you could only whimper in protest. Logan felt a warmth blooming in his chest that he hadn’t felt in a long time, if at all, as you lay melted in his arms.

He couldn’t wait to be back inside you.

“Can’t tell you how many times I dreamt about having you under me just… like… this….”

And he slid back home.

“Mmm… those lips down there suck my tip so well, how will these lips do?”

Logan’s thick thumb was in your mouth and you swirled your tongue around it to show him what your mouth could do. He groaned and pried your mouth open with his hand.

“Keep it open and do what I say.”

——-

The band was tightening in your belly again. You knew what was coming and nearly came again when Logan spit into your mouth. The orgasms were blending together now.

“Swallow.”

You did, and Logan thrust into you hard an deep while thrumming your clit. That was all it took for you to cum again and this time, you gushed around him, making a mess on his bed.

He looked down in disbelief and laughed with glee, handling you like a fuck doll to do with as he pleased.

That's when you realized that you loved being used by him.

“Bet ya didn’t dream you’d be such a dirty little slut for me, did ya, Princess?”

——

Logan realized that he was your slut, too. He was lost to your sounds, the sight of your beautiful lust drunk face, and the feeling of your cunt squeezing him with multiple orgasms now.

He started tracing urgent circles on your clit again.

“Look at me.”

That’s when you said the most beautiful words to him.

“So fucking good L-Logan. Cum inside me. Please. ‘M on the pill.”

“Music to… my fucking.. ears….”

——

Logan’s fingers moved to your shoulders, holding you captive as he stroked deeper and harder. His harsh breaths in your ear increased, the most erotic sound in the world.

You clamped down on him and he growled, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you, the warm wave of fluid combing and causing a lovely, filthy mess.

It was so satisfying.

And you couldn’t let it lie.

——

He pulled out and stared at the ceiling in disbelief, before looking over at you to find you playing in his cum and licking your fingers, leaning over to give him a taste on your lips.

“What? You tired, Old Man?”

He shook his head and laughed as his cock came back to life.

Kissing you back had been the biggest mistake of his life.

He was never going to get you out of his system.

And he wasn't sure he wanted to.

-----

You shivered as Logan loomed over you, with that damned eyebrow cocked and that smirk on his face.

“Oh Princess. You have no idea what you’re in for.”

Then Logan grabbed you and kissed you again.

——

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[elliespassagerprincess]

Mary - (ellie williams x reader)

for @fleshunger ty for being patient, ily <3

This story is based off the song Mary by Alex G, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading! There is another version to this fic! You can read it here:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts

warnings: angst.

Summary: in which you left her to rot

authors note: lmao yall probably hate me for posting so much, forgive me pookies, I swear after tomorrow i'll post less....

Mary is the girl that I wanna kiss

She's got big red eyes and big red lips

She's got big sharp teeth and big fat hips

Mary is the girl that I wanna fuck

She's got leather heart and leather gloves

She's the only girl that I wanna love

"I wanna kiss her so bad" Ellie vented to Dina.

Dina rolled her eyes at Ellie.

She was in love. Really in love.

In all the years Dina has known Ellie she has never seen her this down bad.

"What's so special about this girl anyway?" She asked as she took a bite from Ellie's sandwich.

"What type of a question is that?" Ellie asked. She felt disrespected on your behalf.

"She's got beautiful eyes- and she looks good with red lipstick. Even without lipstick, her lips are so kissable"

A small smile appeared on Dina's face as she listened to her friend describe the girl she was so deeply in love with.

"She's got big fat hips too and I just want to eat her-"

"woah Ellie calm down, that's too much information"

Ellie's face went red with embarrassment.

"How'd you meet her" Dina asked.

"at a fruit Market" Ellie replied with a shrug.

Bananas or oranges?

Bananas?

Oranges?

Ellie was currently thinking about what she should get as she stood in front of the fruit stand. Since when was it so fucking difficult to choose fruit?

"If you think harder, much you might explode" she heard someone chuckle next to her.

Ellie turned to where your voice was coming from, her heart rate suddenly increased.

Angles are fucking real.

"um- yeah" Ellie responded awkwardly.

She cleared her throat and she fixed her posture.

"Bananas or orange?" She asked you.

What the fuck Ellie? Why would you fucking ask that?

You turned your head to look at the fruit, before you reached out to grab a banana.

"It looks fresher" you shrugged as you gave the banana to her.

Your fingertips brushed against hers, and a shock of electricity ran through Ellie.

Her palms felt sweaty, she couldn't breathe.

Focus Ellie. Focus.

"Thank you" You gave her a small smile as you started walking away.

'C'mon Ellie make your move' she thought to herself.

"hey wait!" Ellie yelled as you started walking away.

You turned around to look at her.

"Can I have your number?"

"That's fucking cliché" Dina laughed.

"shut up" Ellie muttered annoyed.

The two girl fell into a comfortable silence as Ellie's thoughts wondered to you.

Oh you would've loved this salad. You would've loved this ice tea. Maybe she should've asked you to come out instead of Dina

*ding*

Ellie reached down to grab her phone. It was you.

Her girl.

Not officially her girlfriend yet, but soon.

She clicked onto the notification with your name.

"Come over please"

fuck yes

Ellie jumped up, and she looked at Dina with a grin.

"My girl is looking for me"

Dina laughed at her friends excitement.

"go get her tiger"

Ellie gave Dina a hug as she ran towards your apartment.

Today she felt confident. Today she was the day she was going to ask you to be her girlfriend. You messaging her was a sign from the gods above.

Ellie's legs were hurting, and she was out of breathe but she was on her way to finally tell the girl of her dreams that she was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

Listen to me, baby, I don't mind

I wanna be with you and waste my time

Give it to me, baby, I feel good

I wanna feel whatever you think I should

Sing it for me, baby, play my song

I wanna hear your daddy sing along

Mary is the girl that leaves you to rot

She says, "I am real and you are not"

She says, "I am real and you are not"

Ellie knocked at your front door.

She kept knocking and she's been standing outside of your apartment for the last 10 minutes.

Where were you? Maybe you were laying dead on the floor?

Ellie knocked and knocked but yet you never came.

Was this a prank?

She held the doorknob as she opened the door.

It was open this whole time.

Ellie slowly walked into your apartment, and she looked around the place you called home.

It felt oddly empty.

The little trinkets you kept around was all suddenly gone.

The apartment filled with so much life at one point, suddenly dull and lifeless.

Ellie's eyes went around the room and her eyes landed on a white envelope.

On the front was your pretty handwriting and Ellie's name decorated the front.

With shaky hands Ellie picked it up, and she opened it.

Dear Ellie

Or should I say banana girl?

She chucked remembering your first interaction.

I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you, please don't hate me. I truly never wanted to hurt you Ellie. But I know you have feelings for me. I don't feel the same way. I never wanted to reject you, because I valued our friendship too much. So for the sake of your feelings, I left. I changed my number, so you wont be able to message me. I'm sorry Els.

I love you.

Ellie didn't realize that she started shaking till she finished reading the letter.

She tore the letter apart and her knees buckled.

She fell to the ground sobbing.

You made feel so alive, but you just killed her again.

All the love Ellie had for you was rotting away into hated.

She loved you so much but you left her to rot.

[starry-eyes-love]

Ch 5 Teaser: Woodland Fun

Teaser Warnings: Post Outbreak- 18+, Minors DNI. Smut, male masturbation (Joel thinking about f!reader), language, body descriptions (but non-specific), no mention of y/n.

The more Joel sat there thinking about you: the curve of your ass, the shape of your breasts, the feel of your mouth against his when he briefly kissed you; the harder he got. All of these thoughts set a fire in his veins and sent a bolt of electricity to his cock. With a sigh, he said, "Just once, just this once I’m gonna do this to blow off some steam thinkin’ about her." As Joel took out his aching and throbbing member he saw that he was already leaking precum from his slit. "Fuck" he groaned to himself on how worked up he already was with only just thinking about you. He hadn't even touched himself yet. "This ain't gonna last long," he said with a small shake of his head. 

Joel needed to let off some steam, to give in to this urge in his mind to fuck you the way he needed to. Just this once, he thought, just this once I get her the way I need her.  He slowly took himself in his hand he felt him throb painfully. To try to curb his arousal, to last only longer than a few pumps, he gently squeezed the base of his cock to try to help settle his nerves. As he did, he let out a long groan, as he felt himself pulse within his hand. After a moment to settle himself, he spit into his hand and then he slowly started running his hand up and down his shaft. From the base of his cock all the way to the top of his deep, redden swollen tip. As soon as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock he heard himself hiss at the sensation. “Fuck man, you gotta get it under control or you ain't gonna last long,” he said out loud slowly stroking himself. After a few more pumps he reached down with his other hand and gently cupped and massaged his balls the way he liked it, envisioning it was you doing it to him. 

As he cupped himself he continued to fantasize about you, about your mouth, your hand, and your quivering little hole. As he continued to fantasize he felt himself start to throb harder. Fuck, he thought to himself. I need you so bad baby, need that pussy. Yeah, baby girl, give it t'me, just like that he continued to think as his hand sped up faster and faster. Pretty soon he was thrusting hard up into his hand, chasing his high, thinking about all the ways he wanted to fuck you in his bed at night. He was almost there, right on the edge, just a few more pumps away from his release when...

...more coming soon.

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[spicy-picklez]

Rainbow after a Storm (P8)

Includes:

Praise kink, marking kink, overstimulation, sub!Larissa, teasing, fingering, eating out, aftercare.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x fem!reader (principal x 18y student)

Summary:

Wednesday gets your attention in the worst way, getting you to help her with a special occasion. Larissa and you spend some more time… *bonding*

Word Count:

3.5k

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A/N: I feel like my chapters are getting worse, the less sleep I have. I genuinely haven’t slept in 82 hours 🤭

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Later in the evening, you lay with your back pressed to Larissa’s side, her arm wrapped around your waist as you rest your head on her shoulder. Her blonde hair cascades down past shoulder-length, two strands shaping her face. Sitting on the bed, she reads aloud from her favourite series, Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. Her voice is soothing on your ears, closing your eyes, enjoying the serenity of the moment, as the sun gently falls onto your skin. However, Larissa’s voice is cut off as your phone sounds with text notifications. Picking up your phone, your lock screen consists of multiple messages, all but one saying “Nesie Addams has sent a photo.” Your mouth goes dry as you open the messages. A series of pictures from last night show Larissa transforming in Jericho to hug you.

Nesie: Now I don’t want to say I told you so but… I told you it’d be more than just ‘Larissa’ soon enough. ;)

You: Nesie, what the fuck! Where are you? Where’d you get these?

Nesie: I took them the other day when I went down to get Enid her 3 month anniversary gift. I’m in my room, guessing you’ll be here soon?

You: You are so dead, Nesie.

Nesie: Ooh I’m keen for a challenge.

“Everything ok, my love?” Larissa asks, watching your fingers flying over your phone screen with an incredible rate. You nod, her voice bringing you back to reality. “Yeah, I just gotta go see Nesie for a bit.” She can feel your pulse against her skin before she removes her arm from over your shoulder, letting you move out from her embrace. Grabbing your uninjured arm, she gently squeezes it, causing you to turn and look at her. “Are you sure you’re ok?” Her eyes are full of concern as she looks up at you. You nod, a soft smile growing on your face as you gently lean forward, cupping her face with your free hand. Letting the gap between your faces close, your lips gently brush over hers. “I’m ok. I’ll fill you in when I get back.”

Satisfied with your answer, she lets go of your wrist after gently placing her lips on yours, electricity running through your veins. You gently graze her cheek with your hand as you walk over to the door, grabbing your jacket on the way. As your hand lands on the door handle, you look back, a cheeky grin on your face. “Oh and if anyone mentions anything about Wednesday tonight, it wasn’t me.” Larissa’s head sharply lifts from her book as you say this. “Y/N, what’s that supposed to mean?” You were already halfway out the door by the time she finished her question. “Bye hun, I’ll see you later.” The same cheeky grin from earlier reappears across your face as she continues to call after you.

Walking through her empty office, you sidle through the door and into the corridors, making a beeline for your old dorm. Barging through the door with a bang, you storm up to Wednesday who’s sitting at her typewriter. “Wednesday Friday Addams, delete those photos right now.” She turns around in her chair to face you, a smirk on her face.

“Oh don’t worry, I already have. I just wanted to prove a point.” She holds up her phone as proof, all messages gone from your conversation and like usual, absolutely nothing in her photo gallery except for Enid. “Nesie, you little shit.” A grin spreads across your face as you fall back onto your old bed. “So, you and the principal huh?” Looking at her, you nod, a giddy smile pulling at your lips. “You genuinely can’t tell anyone Nesie, not even Enid. Riss could lose her job and I’d get expelled if anyone finds out.”

“Calm down Y/N. It’s not going past me, I’d rather be welcomed by death’s sweet embrace before I’d even think about betraying you.” You nod, knowing she speaks the truth. “Well in that case, yes. As of this morning, we are officially girlfriends.” A rush of euphoria hits you, it feels amazing saying it. Larissa Weems, your goddess of a principal, is your girlfriend. “So, have you… you know?”

You sit up in shock. “Who are you and what have you done with Nesie? Since when have you ever wanted to know about my sex life?” Her face is expressionless as she looks at you. “I don’t. I just want to know how long it takes you to prove my statement from Friday.” Rolling your eyes at her, a blush spreads across your face. “Not long at all… we, you know, last night.”

“You guys couldn’t even make it a week?! My lord, I overestimated you. You moved into her room on Wednesday… it’s only Sunday Y/N and you’re telling me you fucked last night?!” Shock is plastered on her face as she stares at you. Quickly, you shush her, keeping aware of people walking the corridors. “Well when you put it like that, you make me sound like a whore. What about you and E? How long did it take you?” She rolls her eyes, dismissing the first part of your response. “We actually haven’t slept together yet. She’s still a virgin so I told her I’ll wait as long as she needs.”

“Well at least one of us has self control. That's really sweet of you Nesie.” Her eyes shoot daggers into your skull as she hears the last part.

“Use sweet to describe me again and I can guarantee the loss of all ten of your fingers.” Your hands shoot up above your head. “Please don’t, I need them.” She rolls her eyes. “I think you mean Principal Weems’ needs them.” You open your mouth to protest but Wednesday cuts you off. “Anyways, did you mind giving me a hand with something?” Raising an eyebrow, you signal for her to continue. “It’s Enid and I’s three month anniversary today and I’m about to set up a movie night by the lake for her but I forgot to grab her flowers. Could you potentially grab some pink dahlias from Ms Thornhill’s classroom for me?”

“Nesie, first off, you know if you want my help you can just ask and I’ll be here, you don’t have to terrify me with those photos. Second, you do realise we destroyed her classroom yesterday right?” Her eyes light up with a cheeky glint as she responds. “Where’s the fun in just straight up asking though? But remember she’s growing some pink dahlias under the work benches around the classroom.” Exhaling deeply, you run your hand through your hair. “I don’t even know why I’m saying this but alright. I’ll meet you back here in 30 minutes.” Wednesday nods. “Thank you Y/N.”

“Yeah yeah, just don’t thank me too soon, I still haven’t figured out how to get them yet. Just go, set up the date, I’ll sort it out somehow.” You say as she grabs her projector, walking out the door. Waiting till she rounds the corner, you shut the door behind her. You shift into Coach Vlad and quickly dash into the corridor, closing the door as you start heading to the botany classroom. “This better fucking work.” You mutter, rounding the last corner.

Knocking on the classroom door, Ms Thornhill responds with a simple “yes?” Opening the door, you walk through. “Ah Vlad, what can I help you with?” She smiles up at you, well, Vlad. “I’m sorry to hear about your classroom Marilyn, but I was wanting to surprise my partner with their favourite flowers tonight. The only problem is, I can’t get them anywhere and I heard from the students that you had some pink dahlias growing, so I was wondering if I could have some?”

“Thank you, and of course you can, I’m lucky whoever ransacked it didn’t also raid my spare plant cupboards.” She grabs her key and walks over to the cupboards under the workbench by the door. Unlocking the door, she gathers a small bouquet of the pink flowers. “Thank you Marilyn, do you have any idea who destroyed your classroom?” You say, taking the bouquet from her. “No concrete proof but I have no doubt in my mind that Y/N was behind it.”

“Oh? What makes you so sure of that?” You prompt as she sighs. “I could swear it was her graffiti on the blackboard. However, Principal Weems said Y/N was in her room at the time of the incident.” You really need to change your tagging style. “Well what reason would Principal Weems have to lie? Especially over a student that causes her so much grief around school? Anyways, thank you again for the flowers Marilyn but I really must be going.”

“Not a problem coach. Hope your partner likes the flowers.” She says as you nod, walking out of the classroom. Stepping into a nearby empty classroom, you shift back to your true form. Exiting the room with the flowers in your hand, you head back to your old dorm room where Wednesday is anxiously pacing. “I believe you ordered a bouquet of pink dahlias.” You say, as she turns around on her heels. “Thank you Y/N, I owe you.” You give her a smile. “You’re welcome, Nesie, enjoy your night.” Saying your goodbyes, you head back to your room.

Walking back through the door, Larissa smiles as she looks up from the page she’s reading. She’s still in the same position you left her in, just a lot further through the book. “Well I must admit, it’s a nice change not seeing you being escorted in by a teacher again.” A cheeky smirk grows on her face as she says this. Walking over to her, you can’t help the smile pulling at your lips as you take in the pinkish glow illuminating her skin from the sunset peeking through the window. “Yeah well, maybe being in your good books isn’t so bad.” Her eyebrow raises as you say this. “Oh?”

Gently trailing your fingers up her thigh with one hand, the other cups her face as you press your lips against hers, her hands wrapping around your waist. She runs her tongue over your lip, asking for entry, which you gladly give to her. Her hands grasp at your hips, lifting you into her lap. Your thighs on either side of her legs, straddling her lap as the kiss deepens. One of her hands trails up your body to grasp your hair, pulling your head back, a soft moan escaping you as she does. With free access to your neck, she leaves a trail of soft kisses from behind your ear down to your collarbone. “Larissa…” Her name rolls off your tongue as she gently bites down your shoulder, running her tongue over the bite mark, sucking at your skin.

You grin as she pulls away, admiring the bruise already spreading over your skin. “And this is why I quite like being in your good books.” You say, making her chuckle as she rests her forehead against yours. “I do believe you said that you’d fill me in on why you ran off earlier love. So come on, I’m curious.”

“Well you remember how that long string of texts came through? It was Nesie, sending photos of us last night in Jericho. More specifically when you shifted forms to hug me.” Her lingering smile drops as she hears this. “Who’s Nesie? How fucked are we?” You laugh.

“Nesie is Wednesday, so not at all. She just wanted me in her room to help her get some pink dahlias from Ms Thornhill. It’s hers and Enid’s three month anniversary tonight and she was busy setting up the date. She knows about us and she’s not going to tell anyone, you know Wednesday, she’ll take it to her grave if it involves me.” Larissa’s expression softens as she lets out a sigh of relief as she hears this. “And Marilyn just gave you the flowers?”

Sheepishly grinning, you rub the back of your neck. “Not exactly. I shifted forms to Coach Vlad and made up some bullshit about him wanting to surprise his partner with their favourite flowers. I don’t even know what his relationship status is but it worked.” She proudly grins as she hears this. “That’s my girl.” You can’t help the red flushing across your cheeks. Her girl. You’re still not used to hearing it, but you weren’t at all complaining. “I also found out some information about us damaging her classroom yesterday.” You hint and Larissa nods.

“She told you that I said you were in my room didn’t she?” It was her turn to blush now as you nod. “Why’d you do that?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. She chuckles. “This doesn’t leave this room but I like Marilyn about half as much as one likes being shit on by a bird.” You choke, unable to hold in your laughter. “You and I both, my love.” Getting off her lap, she wraps her arm around you. “Can you read to me again?” You ask.

“Love, I’m a few chapters ahead now.” She chuckles as you shrug. “And? I’ve read this series through so many times. I just love hearing your voice, it’s calming.” Placing a kiss on your forehead, she indulges your request. Her hand draws random shapes on her hip as the soothing sound of her voice fills your ears.

“The most irrational part of all was that I still didn’t want to believe he would kill me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t smother that illogical speck of trust.” She pauses, flipping the page, scrunching up her nose. “Ew, straight sex. I don’t wanna read that stuff.” She flips through a few more pages before finding a new place to start as you laugh at her reaction. “Ah, here we go. Soft popping sounds echoed in my ears, and a blurry black framed my vision. I tried to fill my lungs, but it was like the air had disappeared.”

Your hand trails from the middle of her chest, slowly down to the hem of her skirt. Her breath hitches as you start lazily stroking up her inner thigh. “Keep going, love.” You say, your fingers getting ever so close to her panty-clad cunt. “T-the world tilted, and Patch slipped sideways in my vision.” A small moan escapes her mouth as you slowly start running your thumb from her clit to her entrance through the thin sheet of fabric covering her. Grinning, as she tries to regain her composure, you hook your fingers under the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs.

Repositioning yourself in between her legs, you begin to lay kisses along the inside of her thigh. “Keep reading love, be a good girl for me.” You murmur, licking up her thigh, sucking the sensitive skin into your mouth. Taking a deep breath, she continues. “I flattened my hand to the wall to steady my balance. The deeper- Mmnhh fuck, Y/N!” Her head goes flying back as you lay a gentle kiss to her clit, teasing her entrance with two fingers, feeling her juices coat your hand.

“Somehow I don’t think those are the words baby. Though they do sound divine coming from you.” You murmur, a smile on your face as your lips brushing gently over her clit with each word, making her whimper. “Y/N, please, I need you.” She begs and how could you deny such a request? Taking the book from her hand, you close it, placing it away from her as you grab at her shirt. “Off. Now.” You say before pressing your tongue firm against her clit, flicking your tongue up and down over the sensitive mound. Sitting up, she pulls her shirt over head and it gets sent flying off somewhere in the general direction of the floor. Quickly plunging two fingers inside of her, she arches her back off the bed, letting off a string of heavenly moans. You take the opportunity to reach your free hand under her back, unclasping her bra in one swift hand motion. Your arm swoops under her thigh, lifting it up over your shoulder giving you deeper access to her dripping cunt. Curling your fingers inside her, you grin as her legs jerk from the depth of them.

Slowly drawing your fingers out, you plunge them back in as your tongue continues to pick up speed on her clit, switching between licking and sucking. Your free hand reaches up her body to intertwine with her hand that was desperately grasping at the sheets until her knuckles were white. Her other hand reaches down and tangles itself in your hair, pushing you further into her. Your eyes flick up her body as your tongue continues pleasuring her sensitive mound, your right hand curling in and out of her soaking cunt, your left hand switching its attention between each of her nipples. The heavenly gasps and moans she let out were too much. “Look at me.” You growl, dramatically increasing the pace of your fingers inside her. Her blue eyes lock onto yours, her legs starting to tremble. She was close, her eyes begging for just that little bit more. Bringing her clit into your mouth, you suck on it, moaning. The vibrations on her clit were too much and she came undone over your tongue, your name falling off her lips in a pleasured scream as her thighs squeeze around your ears, shaking uncontrollably. Her hand in your hair tries to pull your head away. Completely unfazed, you continue sucking on her clit, your fingers working her up to another orgasm. “Y/N please, I can’t.”

Removing your hand from her breasts, you grasp her hand. “Yes you can darling, just breathe and relax. I’ve got you.” Your hand gives hers a comforting squeeze, your thumb gently rubbing over the back of her hand as her legs start trembling again. “Good girl, you can cum on the count of three, baby. One…” You bring her clit into your mouth, gently sucking on it, earning a string of whimpers and moans. “Two…” Your fingers push inside her, twisting against her sweet spot. “Y/N, please.” She whimpers. On three, you replace your mouth on her clit with your palm from the fingers pumping in and out of her, gently nipping at the inside of her thigh. “Oh, Y/N!” A guttural moan escapes her as her entire body jerks, her pussy clenching tightly around your fingers. Her chest rises heavily as you slow everything down, helping her ride out her high. She could swear she was seeing stars as the familiar lightheaded feeling rushes through her veins.

“That's my good girl. You look so gorgeous, Riss.” Slowly, you slide your fingers out of her over-sensitive hole. Taking each of your fingers in your mouth, you slowly suck off her juices. “You taste so good my love.” You say, leaning forward to brush your lips over hers. “I’ll be back, I’m just going to grab a few things, ok?” She nods, still unable to form words, her body still sensitive from its high. You grab a glass from the kitchen, filling it up with water before walking into the bathroom, you run a small towel under the water, squeezing out the excess liquid before returning to her. She gratefully accepts the glass of water, you brush her sweat covered hair out of her eyes, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. You recenter yourself between her legs, making her eyes widen. “W-what are you doing?”

“It’s ok baby, I’m just cleaning you up. No more, I know you’re sensitive, you did so well for me, my love.” She gasps as the cold towel touches her skin, gently wiping away the liquid leaking down her thighs. You place another soft kiss against her thigh, getting up to put the towel in the washing basket before returning to her. You turn off the bedside lamp as you lean over her, shutting the curtains. Getting into bed with her, she pushes herself against you making you chuckle. “Come here, my love.” She lies with her head on your chest, your hand stroking through her hair, placing the occasional kiss on her forehead as you shower her with compliments.

“I’ve never had anyone do this before.” She shyly admits. “What? Aftercare?” You ask, your heart dropping as she nods. “Love, I’m so sorry. You should always have aftercare after sex.” You say, placing a gentle kiss on her lips before pulling her body closer to yours. “Is there anything else you need?” You whisper, your hand returning to her head, gently massaging her scalp. “This is perfect, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me darling, I will always make sure you’re taken care of afterwards. Now try to get some sleep, you have work tomorrow.” You murmur as she nods against your chest, letting out a yawn as you smile. “You deserve the world and more Riss.” You quietly say as she drifts off to sleep. It’s only then that you allow yourself to sleep, holding her in your arms as both of your soft snores fill the room.

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[sinscrivener]

“Why are you recording this?” - V's (Gimme-A-Thrust; I apologize I've been thinking a lot about them lately)

Vox sees everything going on in Pentagram City. 

He's the TV Overlord, the master of the electric waves!

Nothing gets past him!

Usually-

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“Why are you recording this?” - V's (Gimme-A-Thrust; I apologize I've been thinking a lot about them lately)

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Slinking into VoxCorp is easy peasy~

Being one of the V's aside and all, Voxxy's system was flawed in part, parts I'd conveniently not shared about with him yet~

So, slipping inside unnoticed, I saunter my way down the pristine hallways, heels clicking on the stylish blue marble beneath them.

No one stopped me if they saw me coming.

They knew better~

Walking past Voxxy's security guard and receptionist without so much as a 'Ma'am' spoken to me, I reach for the hardwood door and push on it lightly. 

Sure enough, he and Val were inside~

Suuuuure enough, they were banging uglies~

I pull out my phone and snicker as I hit record, whispering as quietly as I could to my viewers, "Your Overlords, Pentagram City! Hot and heavy, tax paying souls at work right here~"

A notification suddenly bings and I freeze, a tiny smile upon my face when it's heard by the two men going to town on the desk ahead of me.

"Vel?!" Vox speaks first, looking over Valentino's shoulder.

"Why are.. Are you recording this?” Valentino next and he seems less than thrilled to be on the spot for a change.

"Maaaaaaaaybe…." I say warmly, backing away from the door and letting it close with my leave.

"VELVET!!! FUCKING WHY!?"

I race away giggling as their phones soon go off next, news spreading through the City like wildfire~

Chaotic wildfire for my Daddy's to handle alone for leaving me home~

Leave me out of something once, shame on you~

[erwinsvow]

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

summary: you and eren, your boyfriend armin’s best friend, have always had a strange relationship. things take a turn when armin goes home for the weekend, leaving the two of you alone on friday night.

warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), guilty reader feels bad, implied infidelity, masturbation, slight dumbification, dacryphilia, daddy kink

word count: 6.8k

author’s note: i once said i would never write for eren, so i guess that was a fat lie! enjoy!

You’re not sure about exactly when you became so comfortable with having Eren around. It was kind of like a two-for-one deal with your boyfriend, Armin, since he was so rarely seen without his best friend at his side. Their majors were so different that they hardly ever had classes together, and so the pair of them made up for lost time by spending all their other time together. 

It wasn’t totally out of the blue if Eren would crash on the couch next to you, while you were curled up beside Armin, hands interlaced and head resting softly on his chest. You’d jolt at the impact of Eren—a huge guy compared to anyone’s standards—jumping beside you and disrupting the peaceful intimacy you were sharing with your boyfriend. Armin didn’t seem to be annoyed or frustrated, and so you wouldn’t prove to be, either. You and him would welcome Eren with a laugh, directing him to the leftovers from your take-out and enjoying the company of a man who wasn’t your boyfriend far too much. 

It was easy to fall into the trap of it. Maybe Armin was always missing the way Eren’s eyes raked over your figure whenever you’d walk into the room. Maybe he was too enraptured by his marine biology textbook to notice how Eren stared at the supple skin of your exposed thighs when you took a seat next to them, dress hiking up a little or skirt much too short for a study-date with two boys. You were never much of a tease because it was so easy when you and Armin started seeing each other, so natural and comfortable that you didn’t have to try any unusual flirting methods on the golden-haired boy. As a result, he didn’t really know what bubbled under the surface of your skin and all the different thoughts that plagued your mind. 

So you think that’s why it was so easy to fall into the trap of it all, making eyes at Eren while your boyfriend sat right next to you. Choosing outfits that had previously been stuffed into the depths of your closet, because you didn’t think Armin would approve. You kept up the facade in front of your lovely boyfriend, though, because at the end of the day, you loved him and no one else. You didn’t want to break his heart by cheating on him with his closest friend, even though the electricity between you and Eren made all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and made goosebumps appear on every inch of the soft skin of your legs that Eren loved to leer at so much. No, because at the end of the day, it was plainly wrong to even think about another man when you had Armin in your life. 

That’s what you told yourself when you stopped exchanging glances with Eren, started wearing blue again instead of green, and asked Armin if you two could have more time alone. You thought Armin looked confused, and he was, but for entirely different reasons. While you had been concerned with Eren’s gaze and intentions, Armin had been silently paying attention to his best friend and girlfriend. You thought he was innocent, sure, but he wasn’t stupid. And there wasn’t a thought in Eren’s head that Armin couldn’t figure out well in advance. If you wanted to fuck Eren, all you had to do was ask, but he quickly realized you were trying to be a good little girlfriend again, rather than the devilish slut you had been recently. Well, if you weren’t going to do anything, he was going to have to take matters into his own hands. 

Eren had always wondered why you spent so much time with Armin, and by virtue of association, with him. Any other little girlfriend would at least take some time alone to study, but you practically spent every minute at Armin’s side or in their shared apartment. Armin’s explanation of how you didn’t get along with your roommates made so much sense, especially now that you were going to be sleeping in Armin’s room for the weekend while he went back home for a ‘family emergency’. 

You had asked Armin if Eren would be going back with him in a certain voice, one that he couldn’t exactly pinpoint as he eavesdropped from his own bedroom. A mixture of uncertainty, nervousness, and excitement? Was that excitement he noted? He wishes he could look into your eyes to tell, but all he can do is listen to Armin tell you that Eren would be staying in the apartment. 

Eren can almost hear your heartbeat speed up, eyes blinking quickly and heat rushing to your face. Of course Armin trusted his best friend to stay with his girlfriend for a weekend. The two people he loved the most would never betray him, and so he had nothing to fear. 

Back to being the devoted girlfriend you are, you help Armin pack his bags late Thursday night. You folded clothes on his bed and tucked them into the duffel bag neatly, while Armin looked around for his books. He would be leaving right after his classes Friday morning, and so you knew by the time you returned after your classes, he would be long gone, leaving just you and Eren to fend for yourselves Friday night. 

In the morning, you’re greeted by Armin pressing a kiss to your forehead as he heads to his eight-am lecture. Through the daze of sleep and heavy-lidded eyes, you grasp his hand softly in a failed attempt to keep him with you a little longer, but you hear him murmur something that distinctly sounds like “Don't worry, baby, Eren will take care of you” before he leaves.

You fall back asleep after, missing the way Armin and Eren talk briefly before he departs. You wake up in Armin’s bed alone, to the sound of your alarm. Usually, Fridays are your favorite day of the week because you have a light schedule and you get to spend most of the day with Armin. His classes end right when yours start, so you’d get to grab coffee with him and meet for lunch after, before either heading to the library to get work done or to his apartment because you knew Eren wouldn’t be around and therefore you could be as loud as you want.

But not today. You had to get breakfast alone, before going off to class and sitting in the library alone. You didn’t realize how quickly the day had passed by, in between studying and texting Armin to make sure he got home safely, and avoiding the pit in your stomach that kept reminding you that you’d be going home to Eren soon. You looked outside the library window from your seat, and saw the sun was setting, meaning the library was closing soon and that you had to face reality. You’re thinking about how to put going back to the apartment for even longer, maybe stopping somewhere to eat dinner, when your phone buzzes with a text notification. 

You pick it up quickly, hoping it’s from Armin, but your stomach drops again when you see the screen lit up with Eren’s name. A singular message from him reads: Did you eat yet? 

Bastard. How does he know your thoughts before you even think them? 

You’re faced with two choices. Lie to him, then go get dinner by yourself, and then finally go back to your own home and put up with your terrible roommates for another night… or go to the apartment, order dinner with Eren, and avoid his lecherous looks long enough to get yourself safely inside Armin’s room with the door locked. 

You feel your heart pounding inside your chest at the thought of having dinner with Eren alone. He never did anything too forward or telling with you, but you suspect it was only because Armin was always right beside you. There’s no telling what he would do if he got you alone. Your heart’s pounding, but another feeling altogether is creeping into your stomach and up to your chest, one that’s making you feel hot all over despite how chilly the air in the library is. 

You’re nearly lost in your thoughts until your phone buzzing again brings you back to reality. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in as you read his text, this time longer; We can order dinner when you get here. Promise I don’t bite.

You feel like hurling your phone across the empty library, because every sane thought in your mind is telling you not to go over there, but every bone in your body feels like it’s being pulled towards Eren. Suddenly you think back to all those times you had teased him intentionally, and how strange you feel right now, like two different versions of yourself are fighting with each other. A third buzz makes your decision for you. 

Am I really so much worse than those roommates of yours?

Eren was many things, but that was one thing he was not. You quickly remember just how often you had shown up at Armin’s doorstep in tears, or so angry you had steam blowing out of your ears, because of how much you hated them. You only had to deal with them for a few more months, so it was easy enough to avoid them and only stop by to get clothes and the occasional shower. To make matters worse, it was Friday night and they would definitely be having some kind of a party or get-together, which meant there was no way you’d be getting any sleep there. 

I’m on my way, can we get pizza? 

… 

It’s only seven-thirty when you and Eren are sitting on the couch, some movie playing on the television that you aren’t paying attention to. Your nerves only let you eat a slice of pizza, while Eren scarfed down nearly half the box. You knew you were fucked when Eren opened the door, clad only in grey sweatpants and the slick sheen of sweat apparent on his entire body, from his muscular arms to his abs.

Bastard, bastard, bastard. He opened the door like that on purpose, just to see you react with a splutter and blush red.

“I’m just gonna jump into the shower, can you order the pizza?” he shouted to you while walking back to his bedroom. He came out with a towel, and you had barely processed the words because the only thing you could think about were his arms. You knew Eren was fit, anyone could tell just by looking at him, but you had no idea he was built like that. If you were a lesser woman, you would have tried to sneak glances at Eren getting into or out of the shower during all those opportunities you had, but you never did, because it felt wrong to look away from Armin’s blue eyes to focus on Eren.

But now, with no one else there to stop or distract you, your eyes were glued to his muscular figure. It wasn’t too hard to think about how easily he could pin you somewhere—up against a wall, or a door maybe, or across the dinner table. It wouldn’t even take him both hands to keep your head shoved down or keep both your arms pinned back as he—

“Hey, you okay? Did you hear me?” Eren asks again, standing right in front of you. He’s trying his hardest to sound sincere, but there’s a smirk on his face as he observes your behavior. If it wasn’t obvious before, it’s clear as day now.

“I-I’m fine. What kind of pizza do you want?”

“Whatever kind you want, just get extra cheese. Menus on the table,” he says, before turning back around and walking to the bathroom. You’re almost jaw-dropped as you watch him walk away, and hear the water turn on. You take several deep breaths, reminding yourself to stay calm. After dinner, you could go into Armin’s room and be completely fine. 

You order the pizza and go into Armin’s room to sort your stuff out, looking through your bag and searching for clothes to sleep in. You knew you had packed them, but you suddenly couldn’t find them anywhere. Your shorts and t-shirt were missing, and you quickly realized you left them on your bed while you had gone to grab your toothbrush. Damn it. 

Armin has a collection of perfectly soft and comfortable shirts to sleep in, so you open one of his drawers and pull out a dark green one, with some design on it. There’s no shorts that would fit you among Armin’s clothes, so you’ll have to do without them tonight. It’s fine though, considering the door will be locked and you’ll be safe and sound once you and Eren go to bed. Or so you thought.

Now you’re sitting on the couch, still dressed in your day clothes and feeling hot again. You knew Armin liked to keep the apartment on the warmer side, but you had never felt quite this warm before.

Eren glances at you with a quizzical look, and you realize your shiftiness and breathy pants are more noticeable than you thought. 

“Are you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out and you barely ate a thing,” he comments, keeping his eyes on you which somehow makes you feel even worse. His gaze is piercing, and though you never really cared that Eren always looks like he’s undressing you with his eyes, it’s bothering you now more than ever.

“I-I’m okay,” you get out, before suddenly standing up and taking off the cardigan you had worn all day. “I think I just need to shower, good night Eren,” you say, before walking away much too quickly. Eren’s eyes don’t leave you until you’re inside Armin’s room once more, wondering why you’re so hot and bothered at a simple stare from him. Him, who is not your boyfriend, and barely qualifies as your friend and for some reason has you wet from looking into those green eyes for too long.

Enough. 

Armin was kind and sweet enough to let you sleep at his place when he’s not even there, and you wanted to repay that kindness by having dirty thoughts about his best friend? No, it wasn’t right, in fact, it was inherently wrong. You take a few more moments in Armin’s room, inhaling the familiar scent of his fabric softener and all the old books on his shelves, before taking your towel and going to the bathroom. Eren is still in the living room, eating and watching the movie, you presume, and you wish to God he would leave you alone and go out to party or fuck some other girl, but he’s not. He’s spending a quiet Friday night at home with you.

The hot water and clean soap distract you from your thoughts, but the tension and heat growing in your body is only exacerbated when you run your hands across your body. There’s something very wrong about touching yourself in the shower when Eren is a dozen feet away and could hear you easily—but that’s a risk you’re willing to take if it meant it would get illicit thoughts of him out of your brain for the rest of the night. 

One hand goes to play with your hardened nipple, as the other tenderly begins to rub circles on your clit. Your hands try to imitate Armin’s, and he’s always gentle with you, but as you let out a muffled moan, you realize it’s not Armin’s careful touch you want right now. It’s Eren’s rough fingers, fingers that would move in and out of your wetness harshly, not waiting for you to adjust to their size. Eren wouldn’t start with one, like Armin, he would go for three and keep his thumb on your clit, rubbing so fast and in just the right way, while his mouth would be on your tits—tongue doing the talking for him on your sensitive nipples. He wouldn’t care to stop if it was getting to be too much, and he wouldn’t let you come down from your high before starting again, he would just keep going. Eren would know when you’ve had enough, and just once didn’t meet his requirements for enough. 

If anyone could see you right now, you could die from embarrassment, furiously fucking your fingers and completely unaware of how loud you were being as you tried to imitate what Eren would do to you. But imitating wasn’t quite enough, You were so close, you could almost feel that tight knot in your stomach unwind, just a little more—-

Knock. 

“Hey, you’ve been in there a while. Everything okay?” Eren’s voice is muffled from outside the door, and the waterfall coming from the shower suddenly felt like it was pounding beside you. 

Your hand covers your mouth as you let out a frustrated, stifled sob. 

“Y-yeah! I’m almost done!” you call back out, fingers still inside you. You remove them with a gasp, shaking and face burning at the idea that Eren might have overheard you. You get out of the shower on wobbly legs, wrapping the towel securely around you and heading to Armin’s bedroom to change and put an end to this strange day. You don’t notice that Eren’s door is cracked open a little.

As strange as it sounds, you feel much better once you’re in Armin’s shirt and just a pair of panties, ready for bed. A nagging voice in the back of your head wants you to finish what you started in the shower, nipples hard again as the air seems cooler than earlier, but you push the thoughts aside. Another day.

You grab your water bottle to take your birth-control pill, eight forty-five on the dot, but realize its contents are empty as a result of your earlier hot flash. You tiptoe into the kitchen, extra careful because you don’t want Eren to hear and come out, but as you fill up a glass, your roommate for the night is suddenly leaning against the counter. 

It should be illegal the way he says your name. Sultry and deep and rolling off his tongue without even trying. Eren doesn’t have to change a thing about him to be the very definition of the word erotic, which is coincidentally the only word you can use to describe this encounter. 

He’s forgone the shirt he had on earlier, when you were eating together, and you knew he had put it on just to make sure you didn’t choke on your pizza. Just in those sweatpants again, you could see everything you had tried too hard to avert your gaze from, on display right in front of you. 

“E-Eren,” you stutter out, skin burning again even though it was cold now. “I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s okay. What are you taking, there?” You flushed again at the idea of having to tell Eren it was your birth control, because it felt as if he already knew somehow. He watches you with that damn smirk and a raised eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

“It’s ibuprofen.”

“Oh.. ibuprofen, huh? That’s weird, because every time I asked you if you were okay, you said you were fine. Were you lying to me?” His tone is dangerous, somewhere between amused and angry.

You didn’t even realize he had gotten so close to you, until you tried to take another step backwards to put some distance between you two, but you were met by resistance from a cupboard, signifying the end of the wall.

“I-I wasn’t lying, I just forgot-” You hear him click his tongue. He’s dangerously close to you now, you can feel the heat coming off of his body and one more step from him would make you feel the cold breath of his exhales.

“Forgot what, baby? It seems to me that I just caught you in a lie.” Another click of his tongue. “Now, Armin always says you’re a good girl, but I don’t think a good girl would lie to me like you’ve been doing all night, right?”

Armin. The very mention of his name makes something recoil inside your chest, makes you remember how you don’t want to hurt him like this, and how much pain he would be in if he found out about this little interaction between you and Eren.

You try to push back, but Eren extends his arms up, trapping you between them and the cabinet, leaving no way for you to escape. 

“Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me?” 

The simple sentence is enough to send your brain, skin, heart on fire, as you let out a breath and find your head nodding up and down. Your body seems to have a mind of its own, wetness seeping from between your folds and no doubt creating a darkened patch on your panties.

“Good girl,” he mewls, dragging out each syllable as he speaks. “I thought I might have to punish you if you kept lying to me, but I don’t think that’ll be an issue anymore. Am I right?” He watches you dumbly nod again, eyes very much blank and just focused on one thing: him. He nods too, mocking your movements and smirking again. “Should we play a game? How about I ask a question, and you have to tell the truth? Sound good?”

Everything’s on fire, and you can’t hear anything besides the thumping of your heart in your chest. Long gone are your inhibitions and desperate hope of a quiet night in with your boyfriend’s roommate.

“First question…” Eren trails off quickly, looking down your body slowly. He takes one hand down from its position of blockading you and brings it to the hem of your—Armin’s—shirt. He plays with it there before continuing his sentence. “What were you thinking about in the shower earlier?”

You feel your breath catch in your throat and a quick flame erupts in your chest at the humiliation you feel—so he had heard you after all. And he interrupted you on purpose.

“You-you were listening? I-” Eren laughs, a low rumble from his chest meeting your ears as you begin to quiver from your position against him. 

“I wasn’t listening so much as you were being loud. It seems to me that you wanted me to hear you, isn’t that right? Or else what kind of a filthy slut would be so loud?” 

You tremble at the name he calls you, not used to sort of degradation Eren is putting you through. A small voice in the back of your head tells you that he’s not wrong, and your behavior is akin to some kind of whore. Maybe you’ve been like this all along, and you just needed the right person to bring it out of you. Your head feels utterly empty and devoid of any more thoughts, and you blank at what to say to Eren next. 

“I-I’m s-sorry,” you splutter out, feeling incredibly small near Eren, who towers over you. There’s something sadistic in Eren’s gaze, but you notice him soften up at your apology.

“What are you apologizing for?” he questions, quieter than before. He knows the two of you are alone, but he can’t bring himself to raise his voice at you.

You, the bane of his existence, and a blessing all at once. Since the day Armin introduced you to him, there’s been nothing he’s wanted more than for you to meet his gaze and look at him the way you looked at his best friend, with love and adoration. He got a few lucky weeks where you didn’t immediately shy away from his eyes, when he felt like you were challenging him to do something, anything. But it went as soon as it came, and suddenly he was seeing less and less of you. Until this opportunity from Armin’s departure, that is.

“I… I was being a slut,” you whisper back to him, tears lining up at the waterline of your pretty eyes as he moves a hand to your jaw and forces you to look right at him while you speak. You shudder at the touch of his skin on yours, but you don’t want him to stop all the same. 

“That’s okay, baby,” he says in an incredibly reassuring tone that has you wondering what he’ll do next. “I like my girls a little slutty, but just for me, right?” You nod again, quickly. “Besides, I have to make it up to you, you know. I stopped you right when you were getting real close, didn’t I? I could just tell from those pretty noises you were making.” 

The next few moments pass by in a blur, Eren’s arms move and suddenly you’re over his shoulder, ass up and out as the shirt you’re wearing rides up. He delivers a quick slap, making you cry out, as he brings you into the room and lays you on the bed. He’s standing between your legs, a hand on each thigh keeping you spread open for him as he observes closely the impact of his actions on you. 

“You’re just soaking through your panties, aren’t you? Are you really that eager for me?”

You let out a whine, not wanting to answer his question because your face is burning again at the idea of Eren staring so closely at your clothed pussy—and you let out an even higher-pitched squeal when he uses a finger to push your panties aside, and look at your wetness completely. 

“So wet, and so pretty, all for me, huh?”

“Y-yes. All for you,” you let out with a moan, eager for Eren to do something. Anything at all would set you over the edge, with how you’ve been feeling these last few hours. But you think he knows that, because his actions are all teasing you and leaving you wanting more, blindly clenching around nothing at all as his fingers barely graze your clit. He lets out a laugh at your desperate antics, and you’re about to come from the slightest touch, and suddenly you feel the bed moving as Eren wraps his lips around your clit and pushes his tongue against you.

You didn’t even know you could make the noise that you let out, a scream and a cry and carnal moan all wrapped in one. You know Eren thinks the same because he looks up at you from his position between your legs, laughing against your core. The vibration from his laugh makes your legs shake even harder, as you feel Eren’s tongue attacking your clit at an even faster pace. You’re seeing stars and completely unaware of everything else, like how Eren’s nimble hands slid your panties down and tossed them to the side somewhere, landing near the bookshelf, so close to the edge when you feel his fingers teasing at your opening and plunge in without any warning. 

You were completely right about your earlier predictions, feeling Eren quickly add a third finger inside you as you clasp a hand over your mouth to stop the obscene noises from leaving your mouth. You do have neighbors, after all, despite how much empty your head feels of every thought besides one; Eren. 

He pulls his mouth away from your sensitive nerves for just a second, just to chastise you before continuing his actions.

“Don’t do that,” he says the words against your lips, “I want to hear you.” 

You weren’t sure it was possible to feel even more pleasure than you were now, but Eren’s words made you feel feral as you let out another loud moan, this time not muffled. You think he calls you a good girl, but you’re not sure if it’s your imagination. You whine when you feel Eren pull his fingers out of you, suddenly so empty when you had been so full moments ago. You’re trying to collect the words to tell him to keep going, and how this is the second time he’s ruined your finishing, but you just can’t. The only thing that comes out is a mumble of ‘please’ and ‘Eren’ 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not stopping,” he says, pulling himself up and hovering over you. One of his strong arms is by your head, holding himself up as the other hand, the one that had been inside of you, finds its way to your mouth. “Open.”

You do as you’re told, dropping your jaw quickly for him as he shoves the fingers into your hot mouth.

“Suck.” Another command that has you reeling, doing exactly as he wants and swirling your tongue around Eren’s long fingers. They’re coated with your heady wetness, and the taste is unlike anything you’ve experienced before, but you don’t stop. It feels entirely too dirty and filthy, but you’re willing to do anything to get Eren’s approval now. His words are clear now.

“Good girl. Since you’ve been so good, I think you can cum now.”

His fingers leave your mouth quickly, and he’s fiddling with your hands now, that were previously gripping the sheets so tightly you were scared they might tear. He pulls up your shirt even more, exposing your tits to the cold air of the room, and puts your fingers on your hardened nipples. He doesn’t give a command, but you know it instinctively, that he wants you to play with your nipples while he makes you come. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to follow his orders, but you go ahead anyways. You’re teasing yourself in front of his hungry, wolf-like gaze, as you clench on nothing every time you run your fingers over your sensitive nipples.

Satisfied, he returns back to his position between your legs. You’re crying out before his fingers even reach your wetness, and choke on your moan when he inserts three at once again. You know there’s no way you’ll be able to hold out now, and if he stops again you feel like you might explode into a million pieces. His tongue is rough against your clit, moving in the perfect motion, and one more thrust of his perfect fingers against that spot inside you will have you cumming so hard— Eren speaks against your pussy, a singular word.

“Cum.”

You feel the knot snap in your stomach and your orgasm shakes through you like a bolt of lightning. You hear yourself release a scream before you can stop it, fingers leaving your breasts and grasping onto Eren’s dark strands for dear life, because he hasn’t let up on his actions yet. He keeps going, riding you through it, tongue and mouth continuing on and fingers pumping in and out so quickly that the bedroom is filled with a crude, squelching noise. You’re not sure exactly how loud you were, but your throat is dry and scratchy, and you’re swallowing just to feel some relief. You feel Eren slowly retract his fingers, breathing heavy against the soft skin of your thigh, as you find your way back to reality. You don’t look down at Eren, but you hear him licking his fingers, tasting your wetness in such a sinful manner, you know you can’t look at him do it.

Reality sets in, and you look around your surroundings. Every single one of your senses had been preoccupied with Eren minutes ago, but now that they were free again, you take in the comfortable scent of the sheets and the lingering scent of your slick leaves your thoughts as you take in the familiar scent of old books. Your heartbeat was just returning to normal, when you look around and realize you’re in Armin’s room, on Armin’s bed, as Armin’s best friend gave you the most powerful orgasm of your life. 

You sit up quickly, breathing rapidly as your shirt falls to cover yourself, and you meet Eren’s eyes again.

“Lay back, baby, we’re not done yet.” There’s a haze over your thoughts, and his words, because you want to fight him, and yell and scream at him for bringing you into Armin’s room when you already felt so horrible about what you’ve done, but you can’t summon anything. The only thing you can think about is Eren’s dick, and how it would feel inside you, and how your sensitive walls would take him. So you follow Eren’s orders, and lay back down. Eren hovers over you again, pulling at your shirt, up and over your head, and it lands with a soft thud on the carpet. 

He’s looking at you now, up and down slowly, but different than all the other times. He doesn’t have to rush to take it all in this time, because you’re on display just for him now. So he takes his time, and starts with a soft kiss to the skin right above your heart, wondering if he can hear the hard thuds or if that’s just his imagination. You look at him while he continues his ministrations, wondering why he’s being so slow and careful, because you hadn’t expected this.

His lips work their way up, to your collarbone and then your neck, taking his time to suck on the skin and pepper it with kisses once he hears you hiss in pain. He murmurs an apology against your jaw, before his teeth take your bottom lip between them. He lets go soon after, too eager to feel your lips against his. He’s scared you might pull away, but you don’t. You know you’ve done something terrible, but it’s too late to take it back now. 

He kisses you deeply, tongues finding each other and exchanging that heady taste of yourself. You moan into the kiss, your hands finding the side of Eren’s face and trying to push him onto yourself even harder. You’re not sure if you ever want to pull away from Eren’s lips, but he finally does, trying to catch his breath. You look into his green eyes for a moment, and find your own eyes watering. 

“Don’t cry, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” Eren’s words send you scrambling again, too eager for the fullness you know is inevitable when he finally fucks you.

You feel yourself grabbing for the waistband of his sweats, but Eren’s faster than you. His one hand pins both of yours against your chest, as he clicks his tongue in that obnoxious way again.

“Patience. Only patient girls get daddy’s cock.” You want to scream at him about how patient you’ve been, all this time and all of tonight, but you bite your tongue. You don’t need Eren’s punishment on top of the torture he’s put you through already. 

You let go of your resistance and watch with wide eyes as he removes the only thing that was in your way. His erect dick snaps up against his stomach once it’s freed, and you swallow without thinking, looking at the sheer size of him. He’s just as big as you had imagined, the tip a pretty, dark pink with white beads of pre-cum gathered at the top, and every vein causing you to descend further and further into a wanton state. It’s his thickness that you weren’t prepared for. If three of his fingers were such a tight stretch, you can only imagine what this would do to you. But at the same time, you think you might die if Eren doesn’t fuck you right now. 

He watches with that damn smirk as you stare at his dick with more eagerness than he’s ever seen before. He holds his length in his hand, directing himself to your entrance but not pushing in. He holds himself there, running his dick over your folds and almost succumbing to the inviting wetness of your cunt, but he stops himself. 

“Do you want my cock, baby?” Another surge of heat rushes through your body, feeling almost light-headed at how difficult he’s making this. But you weren’t about to start misbehaving now.

“Y-yes, yes, Eren, please-” You hiccup out, feeling yourself lose the battle against your watery eyes, as the tears roll down your face. “Please, I want it so badly, please, please, please—Oh!” 

Eren pushes in without any warning, watery eyes being his own breaking point. He could have finished on the spot seeing you cry begging for his dick, and he was determined to make you cum again before then. The noises you’re making are incredibly obscene, and he knows you’re being loud enough to notify the entire floor, but he’s not going to stop you. He’s only about half way in, but he wants to be nice and let you adjust to him.

“P-please, Eren, please-” You’re not entirely sure what you’re begging Eren for. A part of you doesn’t think it’s possible to feel more full, and another part of you wants Eren to fuck you so hard you forget everything and everyone. 

He’s about to chastise you again to be patient, and let you know that he’s doing this for you, not him, but he realizes his actions are louder than his words. With another thrust, he pushes his entire length in you. You moan again, this time with a breathy gasp, and he can’t help the smile on his face. You look so pretty crying, trying to take his entire dick and struggling immensely.

He thrusts slowly, wanting to make it last and make you feel every last vein of dick deep inside you, but the way your tight cunt grips him has him speeding up before he can help it. The noises filling Armin’s room are beyond lecherous, as the only sounds are of his tightening balls smacking against your skin with every deep thrust, and the lewd noise of your wetness taking him. 

He’s got you on your back, sitting up between your thighs and one leg hoisted on his shoulder, and thrusting so hard you can feel his hip-bone bruising your skin. There’s only one thought left in your head, and that’s how good Eren feels inside you. The aching burn of his initial assault is long gone, leaving just the feeling of Eren filling you up. Your hands remember his earlier order and find their way to your hardened nipples again, pinching and teasing, putting on a show for Eren as he moans loudly. Every noise he makes goes straight to your core, making you clench around him harder than before.

His lithe fingers find your clit again, and you throw your head back and moan even louder at the feeling. You were so, so sensitive already and this was the last straw. One more of Eren’s thrusts, hitting that special spot inside you, and one more touch of his fingers on your clit sent you screaming to your second orgasm. You were clenching tightly, as Eren worked you through it again and kept his thrusts going. You were seeing black, screaming his name and God knows what else, as you came and waves of pleasure washed over you and heat radiated from your head to your toes.

Eren’s continued thrusts kept going, even after your pussy tightened around him. You were out of breath and sweaty, and you felt Eren’s hips stutter as he leaned forwards and found your hot mouth again. You were kissing again, his lips on yours as you swallowed his moans and grabbed his arms to steady yourself. With another rapid succession of thrusts, Eren moved his lips to your neck and groaned loudly as he came inside you. You felt the hot ropes of his cum deep inside your pussy, as he kept going and going, eventually pulling out of you with a heady moan. You could feel his cum leaking out of you and onto Armin’s sheets, as you laid incredibly still beside Eren, both of you trying to catch your breath. You were ashamed to look Eren in the eyes, avoiding his gaze still as you felt your heart rate return somewhat back to normal. 

“Hey,” was all he said, breathlessly, and with a deep look in his eyes that you had never seen before. “Are you okay?” 

He straightened himself up, leaning against the bed frame and opening his arms in an inviting manner. You wanted nothing more than to avoid his touch, but you felt the exhaustion in your limbs and you convinced yourself there was nothing wrong with being held by him for a few minutes. You leaned against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling up the covers to shield you both from the cold air. You were content to fall asleep right here, every sense of yours taken up by Eren, but you couldn’t just yet. 

“What are we going to tell Armin?” you breathed out dejectedly. It was the one thought that was plaguing your mind, the one thought stopping you from being happy and peaceful beside Eren tonight. 

“Oh, baby. You’re acting like this entire thing this wasn’t his idea.”

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thanks for reading! part two with armin, anyone?

[thesolferino]

True Calling

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ word count: 3.9k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: dream meets his favorite singer on an among us livestream.

“Dude, what could go wrong? Just do it.”

“What could go wrong?! Literally so many things, you ass.” 

Dream heard Sapnap sigh through the mic right into his headphones, the dim grey of his Discord background doing barely anything to illuminate his features as he stared at his open messages blankly.

“First of all, don’t.. speak to me like that, I am doing you a favour by sitting here and listening to you panic about stupid shit. Second of all, nothing big could go wrong. What, you’re a little awkward in the beginning, maybe, and that’s it.” Dream adjusted his headphones a little bit, Sapnap’s rant flowing into his ears but dissipating somewhere halfway to his brain, because, yes, things could go wrong and he can’t be proven otherwise.

“Did you forget that I’m a public figure? And that my fans are insane? I say one wrong thing and it’ll be memed and haunt me in my dreams. Did you forget that SHE’s a public figure? And that this is live? God…” he retorts back, listening to Sapnap helplessly sigh once again in response. He anxiously switches from his Discord to Twitter, then to YouTube, to Twitch and then back to Discord, frantically clicking around. In reality, he knows Sapnap is right, and it’s anxiety whispering into his ear that he’s gonna somehow fuck up, but maybe it’s simply easier to stay and argue with him into the night instead of actually responding to that message.

The stream is still going. Quackity’s voice speaks over Sapnap’s quiet breathing. “Damn, he’s still not responding. Um, let me try Tubbo, maybe?” 

Before he knows it, the opportunity to join the stream is slipping out of his fingers, and Dream isn’t sure if he’s happy about that or not. On one hand, he gets to meet one of his favorite artists whose album he’s played way too many times to count, and on the other, the chances of him embarrassing himself in front of that same artist and a hundred thousand other people are extremely high, and he’s not sure if he likes the odds of that.

“Man, I don’t know. You won’t listen to me, anyway. Don’t join if you don’t want to.” Dream hears the annoyed tinge in Sapnap’s voice, and that’s what pours the last bit of courage into his veins because the best way to do anything in life is to follow Sapnap’s advice after you’ve already irritated him to the point of defeat, and he murmurs a quick “bye” and hangs up before the other can even respond, typing a rapid “Sure, send me the VC link” back to Quackity. 

He hears a delighted exhale coming from his Twitch tab just as Quackity forwards him the link. “Okay, nevermind, we’ve got Dream! He’ll join in a second.” 

With that, he swiftly closes the Twitch tab and with an encouraging sip of water, he finally joins the Discord voice chat with the rest of the players. Your Discord image sticks out like a sore thumb to him despite being a super basic, Googleable picture of you that he’s probably seen a million times by now, and upon seeing it, reality slaps him right over the face and he realises that, oh shit, he actually joined.

“Hey everyone.” Dream speaks into the mic and a mix of excited voices greets him at the same time as he loads up the game. Your icon is missing the green halo. He stares at it, as if you’ll magically speak up if he stares long and hard enough. That, apparently, works.

Pokimane’s “Dream, hi!” seems to set something off in your brain, and you speak again.

“Oh, Dream?” the green halo appears, and Dream resists the urge to say something stupid or bite his hand or anything of the sort when you say his name. “Aren’t you the guy who listens to my music all the time?” you giggle.

Quackity laughs loudly in his usual fashion, and Dream feels his hands go cold as the Among Us loading page pops up. “Wh-huh?” 

“Yeah, you-you listen to my music a lot! Your fans always tag me under that… ‘Dream’s Spotify’ Twitter account, I remember you.” Dream swears his heart is about to jump out of his chest and start bouncing around on the floor because his ribs are way too restrictive for that type of movement, but he tries his best to play it cool and laughs lightheartedly.

“I do! I’m, like, your biggest fan.” he grins, as if you can see him, and you laugh in return.

“Yeah, man, you pay my rent. Thanks.” you say and a couple of people laugh while Dream inputs the code and his character finally pops up, immediately running around like the rest of the group. He runs around your purple character and hears you chuckle as you run around him too, but not for long, because the game starts and everyone mutes themselves. He audibly sighs, because he can afford to, considering he’s not streaming and nobody can hear the amount of courage this whole thing is taking him. 

A notification pops up on his screen - the Dream Team group chat seems to be talking. Must’ve already found some way to make fun of me, he thinks to himself as he huffs out a large breath and runs through cafeteria and weapons to do his tasks in navigation. Corpse is hot on his tail the whole time, and not to say he’s an untrustworthy guy, but Dream isn’t really looking forward to getting killed before even speaking to you properly, so he runs around, trying to find somebody to stick with so Corpse doesn’t shove a knife in his back while he’s doing a task. 

Thankfully, Karl emerges somewhere from the direction of storage right into communications where Dream was going, too. Just as Dream starts finishing download and Corpse and Karl line up behind him, his screen flashes bright red and white and the bold letters “Dead body reported” pop up. Everyone unmutes themselves and his eyes bore into your character, immediately.

“Alright, the body was in top left of the… uh, upper engine. I need everyone’s positions.” Rae immediately spoke.

“I was in electrical, I-I went through cafeteria to the upper engine with Poki, there was nobody there, we did our tasks, went down to lower engine, then Poki left with Toast, and I went to electrical and the body was reported.” Sykkuno said, and Pokimane confirmed with a hum of agreement.

“Dream?” Rae asked, and he spoke up.

“I never even went that way, I went through weapons to nav, and then to communications, and then the body was found. Corpse can vouch for me because he was following me the entire time and I kinda thought he was gonna kill me. And Karl saw me in communications, us three were all together when you�� reported the body.” He rambled, trying to defend himself.

“Yeah, it’s true, he was with me the whole time.” Corpse supported.

“Karl, which way did you get to communications?” Toast asked.

“Uh, through storage.” Karl replied quickly.

“That’s funny, ‘cause I was in security, and I could swear I saw you walk past.” Toast said, and a couple of “ooh”s echo through the call.

“That makes no sense because even if I did go that way, I wouldn’t have time to get to communications and start doing my task with Dream and Corpse if I killed Ethan! And Rae, you-you saw me do my task in storage!” Karl loudly defended himself.

“...that… that’s true, yeah.” she said.

“If you ask me, Toast, you’re being real sus for lying about that.” Karl threw it back at Toast, who protested.

“Listen, I didn’t say you killed anybody, I just said I saw someone run past!” he claimed.

“Bretman and Y/N are being real quiet, though.” Corpse points out, and the green halo around your icon lights up once again.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realise I was muted. Sorry, guys.” you laughed. “Um, I was with… Quackity, in… what’s that shit on the right called?”

“O2.” Quackity quickly jumped in.

“Right, O2. I went to… top left, first, and I did my tasks there, and then to weapons and then to O2, and then the body was reported.”

“You were in top left?” Rae repeated.

“Yeah.”

“And was there anyone with you?”

“Um… no? I was alone, and then I saw Quackity in top right, and then we went to, uh, O2 together.” you said and Corpse sighed loudly.

“That means she could’ve had the time to kill Ethan and run.” Toast points out.

“Hey! I didn’t kill anyone! I don’t even know how this game works…” you whined into the mic and Quackity laughed.

“Yeah, I dunno Y/N, you were dancing real suspiciously around me…” he said, causing you to defend yourself louder.

“Why would I kill anyone?! I don’t even know how to do that, I’m a nice person!”

“I don’t think she did it, guys.” Dream pipes up, tugging at the wire of his headphones absentmindedly.

“Shut up, you simp.” Quackity fires back instantly, making everyone in the call laugh, including Dream.

“Damn right, I’m a Y/N simp. She can do no wrong. I mean, look at that innocent face! She did nothing, I’m-I’m sure.” He argued, making you cover your mouth and giggle.

“Their face is literally the same as everyone’s! We’re all astronauts!” Rae protested, but Dream kept shaking his head.

“No, hers is more innocent.” he said. “Toast, why are you so set on accusing everyone, anyway?”

“Oh, you’re so not attacking Toast right now-”

“Guys, I think we should skip.” Sykkuno pipes up to calm the conversation, and everyone agrees, even though most of them mumble “sus” under their breath as soon as they mute their mics.

Dream’s tiny green astronaut stomps his way over to the left side immediately, changing paths this time and making his way into the Upper Engine, trying to finish his tasks in time and possibly find someone to accompany him so he at least doesn’t have to argue over his alibi. He had four tasks left, two of them in Upper Engine, so after that he was free to roam around wherever his heart desired. Just as he started doing one of them, he watched your purple character step in and run circles around him, earning you a quiet laugh that he didn’t know he uttered until he heard himself do it and silently scolded himself for getting that flustered at something so simple.

The two of you did your tasks together before going down to reactor. Just as Dream started doing one of his tasks, a dead body was reported again and he unmuted himself as Toast immediately started borderline yelling into his headphones. 

“Bretman just killed Sykkuno RIGHT in front of me. I literally watched him do it. He killed Sykkuno in COLD BLOOD.” he confidently claimed and Dream, quite uninterested, grabbed his bottle of water and lightly sipped on it, wiping beads of sweat resting right above his eyebrows with his forearm, blindly looking around the darkness, trying to get his eyes to adjust looking away from the computer screen. His eyes searched for the window - it was open, just enough to let a fresh breeze inside, but it never seemed to do that, letting humid air in with open arms like a welcome guest. Florida is fucking hell, he thinks, gulping down some more water.

“No, I didn’t! I seriously did not, he’s the one who killed him and is trying to frame me now. I swear to God, Toast…” Bretman shouted into his worn mic, trying to argue back. 

“Yeah, to be honest, Bretman, you were silent the whole time when Ethan died.” Rae reasoned, earning quite a lot of “ooh”s and causing little “voted” signs to appear next to Poki, Toast and Karl’s names as Bretman tried his best to fight back.

“I didn’t know I was muted the whole time! You know I’m bad at this! Why would I... you know what, nevermind! Vote me! Vote me! You’ll see when Toast kills you all, I don’t care anymore. I literally saw-”

Dream slumps further into his chair, sure that the foam would have a dent of his body shape imprinted even when he’s long gone from it, and unlocks his phone with a quiet sigh. He opens Discord, and wishes he hadn’t, because Sapnap and George are always on the front lines and ready to make fun of him at any chance possible. He types back a stupid joke, calling them losers, but before he can press send, a Twitter notification pops up on his phone that almost makes his painfully sweaty hands lose grip of the phone. 

“this is so boring” your message reads, from your official Twitter account. Dream blinks a few times, and looks up from his phone to observe his murky, empty room, eyes flashing from the window to the ripped chocolate bar wrapper that somehow made its way onto the floor to a cup of coffee from this afternoon. Did the humid air finally get to him? Hallucinations?

He clicks on the notification - it proves to not be a product of his imagination, after all. Three dots dance around on his screen cheerfully, but they suddenly stop. His ears tune in. Bretman is still defending his honor. Something else must’ve interrupted you. His shaky hands barely hit the right letters.

He takes a handful of screenshots amidst his euphoria, and forwards them to the group chat with no caption besides an emoji sticking its tongue out - he wants to tell them to suck his dick, or something along those lines, but your message remains a priority as he rushes back to the Twitter app to reply.

“Right” he manages to write without a typo. “They’re annoying”

Three dots immediately return to his screen like a happy memory, and he almost can’t believe you’re texting back so fast. George would probably humble him by saying it’s because you have nothing better to do, but what George doesn’t know can’t hurt him, Dream supposes, and clicks on your profile instinctively as he adjusts his headphones on one ear. By the time you finish typing your message, the group decided to vote out Bretman, who ended up not being an imposter.

The three dots disappear as quick as they came, and so does the anticipation that bubbled up in Dream’s throat as he sourly leaves to finish the rest of his tasks. The rest of the game stays as boring as it started, save for the giggles and hushed laughter that came from you at every few jokes he made - of which he made quite a lot, in a desperate attempt to make you laugh, at least a little bit. Of course, Quackity was there every step of the way to accidentally mention how Dream sounded a lot more hype and alive during this game than he does ever, but you win some, you lose some, eh?

In the next game you actually decided to set up proximity chat, so of course Dream followed you around everywhere, hot on your tail at all times - what else is he supposed to do, when the chance presented itself, really?

“Are you imposter?” His character obnoxiously ran circles around you as you did your wires task slowly and unsurely since this stream was your first time playing.

“No, but I wouldn’t tell you even if I was, dummy.” You replied, running around his own character briefly before running up to do the rest of your tasks, watching the green astronaut follow you close behind. 

“Why not?” Dream questioned, eyes following all your movements since he didn’t have anything better to do considering he finished all his tasks. 

“Do you not know how this game works?”

“Yeah, but you’d tell me, right? I wouldn’t… rat you out.” He heard a sigh coming through his headphones in response, and his grin widened just a little, watching your character walk away from him.

“I know you wouldn’t.” you replied. “I’ll tell you if I’m imposter, I guess.”

“You wouldn’t kill me, would you?” Dream spoke into his mic, reaching to fix it and realising the way his hand trembled a little, fully aware he was walking the line between flirty and obnoxious more than usual. He lowered his gaze just to see his keyboard reflect the light of the computer back to him - the sweat from his palms seemed to seep onto the keyboard. He refused to think about the mocking things his best friends would say if they found out how nervous he was just to talk to you. 

“No, of course not! I wouldn’t be able to kill you.” You chirped just as a dead body was discovered and the two of you were torn from the conversation. 

In the next one, his screen flashed an ominous black and red with the word “Impostor” and your purple character stood proudly next to his green one, and he snickered to himself, adjusting his headphones one more time (the more he did it, the more he was convinced it was one of those anxious habits of his).

Shifting in his chair, he started moving and couldn’t believe his eyes when he realised the two of you managed to lock yourselves in a room with Corpse and Sykkuno, accomplishing a double kill in barely the first two minutes of the game. The two of you vented while Dream muttered curses under his breath, breaking out in a sweat wondering if you’re going to get caught or not as you casually hummed to a random tune while faking tasks, hitting the notes in such an effortless way that it made Dream relax and get even more nervous at the same time. It didn’t take too long before the body was found, and you seemed to adapt to the game very quickly, as Dream just sat back most of the time and watched you stretch out a whole essay on why you and Dream could NOT have been imposters. 

“Why would they stick together the whole time? Couldn’t they get at least someone else to vouch for them?” Toast complained. 

“Girl, Dream wants some… alone time with Y/N, obviously.” Bretman said, despite being the one most sus of you in the first place, forcing laughter out of the whole lobby, Dream’s sticking out the most as his mood constantly swayed from finding the whole thing funny to being worried sick if you actually find him weird.

“Exactly! And we’re gonna have our alone time if we want to, thank you very much.” 

Well, Dream thinks, taking a stressed gulp of water from his bottle, at least we cleared that one up.

“I don’t think that sounded the way you wanted it to, Y/N.” Karl pipes up, making Quackity burst into another fit of loud laughter, and you immediately protested.

“It sounded exactly the way I wanted it to! Now, vote Rae or else.” 

When the meeting was over, he ran after you through cafeteria, grin splitting out on his face before he even spoke.

“You’re pretty…” his silence extended as he watched your character stare at his. “...pretty smart.”

You snorted. “Right. You’re pretty…” you extended your silence in return, mocking him. “...too.”

His heart jumps. “You forgot a word there.” he says as you stomp out to storage.

“I said what I said, Dreamy.” 

He swears this can’t be healthy for his blood pressure. In the corner of his eye, Discord notifications pop up like crazy. The boys must be watching your stream. His heart swells with both pride and dread, knowing he’s about to be called something along the lines of pretty Dreamy for the next two months.

“How do you know I’m pretty? You’ve never even seen my face.” Dream replies as heat creeps up like a spirit rising from soil, from the back of his neck, seeping into his ears and cheeks somewhat equally. His eyes dart to the window again. Of course it’s the stupid Florida weather that has him burning up, flustered. Maybe he should open another window.

“Is this an invitation to see it?” you say, a teasing tone clinging off your voice and he can practically hear you smiling. 

“No, I’m just saying! If you want to see it, though, that… that can be arranged.” he bites his lip as a physical attempt of holding back the smile that breaks out as he waits for your response, chest puffing in both nervousness and odd confidence.

“Can it? I mean, I don’t need to see it, I just know already, you have those… pretty boy vibes. But I wouldn’t…” you chuckle. “...be opposed to seeing it, for sure. Don’t count on me not to leak the pictures, though. I want the clout.”

“What do you MEAN you want the clout, you’re Y/N! You don’t need clout from a Minecraft YouTuber!” He argues back, a small wheeze escaping him mid sentence as you giggle and run around, with him following your every move.

“You keep my fucking lights on, man! Whenever your Spotify Twitter account thingy tweets that you’re listening to my stuff, the streams go up! I need your clout.” you say as you run into admin and snap Toast’s neck and run back out casually, as if nothing happened. 

“Yeah, that’s how me listening to your songs on repeat works.” he says and you let out some sort of irritated groan.

“Shut up, smartass.” Just as you say that, somebody seems to find the body and you’re pulled into a meeting, where Rae susses both of you immediately.

“No, because both of you are always together! And someone always spots you walking by the place where the bodies are found! At some point that can’t be a coincidence, right?” she accuses, practically yelling into the mic.

“Of course they’re always together, check- check fuckin’ Twitter! They’re trending on like three different spots already!” Quackity jumps in, loud as always, and the lobby gives off mixed reactions.

“What? We are?” Dream asks, and Quackity confirms with a “yeah, man! Check!” and so he complies, quickly pulling out his phone to check the trending tabs. Sure enough, among the politics and sports, “DREAM Y/N”, “PRETTY BOY” and “DREAM FACE” are crammed, sat at 7th, 14th and 18th place, respectfully. A satisfied grin breaks out on his face. At least they see it, too.

“This has to be the first time Dream has trended for something heterosexual.” Karl points out, earning loud laughter from Quackity and Bretman, less loud on your part.

“Exactly! We’re a power couple! Stay mad!” You shouted, with Dream supporting you in the background, although still shyly adjusting his headphones every few seconds, unable to comprehend that oh, this is actually happening.

Both of you get voted out during the next few minutes, but that really means nothing to Dream - they actually do him quite a favor, because the two of you get to excuse yourselves and he sees those three familiar dots dance on his screen again as he leans back into his chair with a dopey grin, playing with the strings of his sweatpants, waiting for your next and next and next message. 

He opens Discord on his computer to type one last message into the groupchat before turning it off for the night:

Dream (03:14): maybe Minecraft wasn’t my calling after all

Dream (03:14): can’t believe I just met my soulmate on Among Us

[nojey]

impostor

quackity x streamer!reader

genre: fluff, crack

word count: 2,312 (my most so far 😳)

warning(s): (y/s/n) = your streamer name, (n/n) = nickname, cursing

synopsis: having a flirty personality was your nature, but when you use that to make a certain boy in your among us lobby blush, where does that leave you?

today was the day you were going to play among us with some of your friends, and new people you haven’t met yet. you were beyond excited to meet new people because that meant new friends, and new friends means new people to stream with. you hadn’t been able to make new friends recently because people always thought your flirty personality was too much to deal with and gave them mixed signals whether you wanted something more than just being friends. you genuinely didn’t have those intentions and it was something you were lowkey insecure about. your friends had assured you that it wasn’t your fault and it was just your personality but the new people you wanted to be friends with told you otherwise.

you had been streaming for the past 30 minutes waiting for someone to send the code in discord. talking to your chat about the lobby and who would be in it, “um the only people i know for sure are gonna be in it is poki, rae, sykkuno, corpse, and bretman. but rae did tell me that there would be some minecraft streamers,” you said lifting your eyebrows in a suggestive manner. your chat knew about you simping for minecraft streamers and they were excited for you, some of them warning you not to fall for one because they’ll just break your heart and flirt with each other. 

you heard the notification from discord coming from rae, sending the among us code and you immediately started up the game. waiting a few seconds, you put in the code and saw you were one of the last people to join. you entered the vc and heard them talking. “hi everyone!” you said in a cheery voice, smiling as they all replied with a greeting. “i’m (y/s/n), but you guys can call me (n/n)” you said. waiting for everyone else you weren’t familiar with to introduce themselves. everyone did and you figured out that you were playing with not only poki, rae, sykkuno, corpse, and bretman but also dream, george, and karl. “who else are we waiting for?” you asked, noticing the 9/10 on the bottom of the among us screen. as you asked that you heard a very loud scream coming from your headphones. you winced at the sound but soon heard a “i have arrived!” coming from the same voice that did that very loud screech. “nice of you to finally join us quackity,” karl said. you recognized the voice as soon as you heard him say ‘i have arrived’ and your eyes went big. you muted yourself in the discord call and talked to your chat. “holy shit chat, it’s quackity. like quackity the guy i’ve been SIMPING over for the past few months, holy shit.” you said, very surprised to see your favorite minecraft streamer in the same among us lobby as you. 

you unmuted and heard rae say, “surprise shawty!” and you immediately knew that she planned this. “who are we surprising?” george asked. “(y/n) is a very big fan of one of you guys.” poki said in a teasing voice. “oh who is it?” dream asked, sounding very curious. “it’s actuall-” you cut sykkuno off. “ah ha ha, *cough* *cough* *cough*, you guys, let’s start the game. ah ha my chat has been waiting for like an hour now.” “(y/n) bitch, you trying to change the subject?” bretman asked you. “oo now i’m curious too.” quackity said. you started blushing and your chat started teasing you. “mm i have no idea what you’re talking about bret, i just don’t want my lovely chat to keep waiting for this game. they’ve been looking forward to it as soon as they knew you would be in it. you know? bretman rock? singer, songwriter, actor, actress, athlete, activist, a scientist on the motherfucking side, the star of crystal of the day, and a coconut connoisseur. the baddest bitch out.” you said, hopefully distracting him from the previous topic. “okay bitch, just because you know i’m the baddest in this lobby; you’re off the hook.” everyone started laughing and as soon as it died down, dream screamed, “let’s get this game started!” rae then started the game and your adventure began.

the screen in front of you displayed “crewmate” and you were off to do your first task. you met up with sykkuno at the swipe card task and said “hey sykkuno!” he got startled and said, “oh! hey (y/n), swiping your card too?” “yessir! you know sykkuno, my chat always tells me to tell you that you should stop covering your smile whenever you laugh or smile in general and i agree with them. you have a very nice smile and you should show the world your pretty face.” you smiled. he laughed awkwardly, “oh thanks, (y/n)! i’ll- i’ll think about that. well. i’m off to my next task, bye (y/n)!” you bid goodbye to him as well and made your way toward electrical to find dream there alone. “oo dream, did you just hop out of that vent?” you asked, very much joking because he was on the 1 2 3 task, quite far away from the vent. “(y/n). are you serious? i am so far away from the vent! and you’re gonna sus me?” he said, faking offence. “well i don’t know. you do look sus just standing there for so long.” you said, putting up with the bit you guys were doing. “well what if you’re the one that hopped out of the vent? i had my task open and didn’t see you come in, why don’t you just kill me huh, (y/n)? kill me (y/n)!” you guys both started laughing and while you were in your fit of laughter, a body was called. 

“oo what are you guys laughing about?” george asked. “oh nothing. dream was just peer pressuring me to kill him.” he laughed even harder and said, “i was not peer pressuring you! you were sussing me and i was just sussing you just as much!” you laughed a little more and commented, “you know dream, you have a really pretty voice, it’s very comforting.” “oh my god! is dream the guy you’re a big fan of?” karl asked, thinking he made the biggest discovery on earth. “it actually isn’t” poki said, making karl quiet down. 

“anyways. who the fuck killed bretman?!” you asked, lowering your voice to sound more intimidating and finally looking at the screen to see bretman dead. your friends started laughing and corpse said, “i last saw him in o2 with quackity.” which made you a little embarrassed but you kept up with your act. “quackity, i swear to god if you killed the baddest bitch in this lobby you’re dead first whenever i’m imposter.” faking the same deep voice. quackity had started staggering his breath into his mic but finally let out, “i left him there and went to comms, it wasn’t me i swear!” and started to fake cry which made you let out a rambunctious laugh. “okay, okay. i believe it.” you said, still giggling a bit. “the thing is, i found his body in o2 and you were the last to see him, quackity.” rae said, still sussing quackity. “well, where was everyone?” you asked, hoping to get some sus off of him. “i know dream was with me in electrical.” sykkuno was in cafeteria, george and karl were in reactor, rae was obviously in o2 where she found bretman’s body, corpse was in lower engine, quackity in comms and poki was in admin. none of you really had any other susses other than quackity but you all decided to skip since it was only one kill and someone definitely could’ve vented into nav or something.

you started humming the tune to jesus in la by alec benjamin while on your way to electrical to finish your download. you then ran into corpse and started a conversation with him. “hi hi corpse!” and he responded with his signature, “what up baby” you giggled and replied, “my chat goes crazy every time you say that,” he laughed and asked, “if i say it more often do you think they’ll donate?” you laughed very loudly and said, “if they do, i’ll give you half of the donos” you guys both laughed and walked out of electrical to admin together and stayed together majority of the round till the lights got called. “corpse we have to stick together and don’t get gotted.” you said. but somehow along the way to electrical you lost him and just went straight to fix the lights. once you got there, sykkuno was already standing at the light panel but not fixing the lights. “sykkuno, why aren’t you fixing the lights?” you asked him. “oh i was, i just got here, haha.” he said, playing it off. as soon as you hit the last light switch, a body was called and it was dream. you looked to see that corpse and george also died.

“you guys kill bretman then you kill corpse?! who is the one to come face my wrath!” you said with an angry face that chat would probably screenshot or clip. everyone in the lobby started laughing and you held your serious face. “i’m not joking. i was with corpse until the lights got called then we got separated in storage. once i find out which one of you killed them, you better sleep with one eye open.” everyone started laughing even harder and even you cracked a small smile hearing all of them. “well i hate to say it but, i did see sykkuno last with dream.” poki said. “wha-what do you mean? i was in electrical fixing the lights right (y/n)? and i left dream near the beginning of the round” sykkuno replied. “i only saw you once i got there and you were taking a long time to fix them.” you said, hoping that you caught one of the killers. “but i told you that i just got there a few seconds before you.” he said in disbelief, thinking telling you that would help him. “you could’ve lied, sy,” you said, pulling out the nickname you had for him. “what?! me lie to you? i would never.” he said. “mm, he’s lying! he raises his voice a bit when he lies.” rae said, pointing out one of his tales. “that is true.” poki said, agreeing with what rae pointed out. “i can’t believe you would lie to me, sy!” you said. “just for that, i’m voting you.” you continued. “but we’re on 7! we don’t vote on 7,” rae said. “oops.” you said.

karl, and poki all voted with you on voting sykkuno out, leaving rae and quackity voting to skip but he ended up getting sent out of the airlock because sykkuno voted himself, thinking everyone would skip. you had hoped you really did get one of the impostors.

by this time you ended up just going by yourself and finishing your tasks. you haven’t seen anyone so you decided to go to security to spy on cams. no one was passing through until you saw quackity and he entered security and you both started talking. “hi quackity!” you said, very enthusiastic to be talking to your favorite mc streamer. “hi (y/n). how’s it going?” he asked. “well i can’t find anyone, no one has passed by the cameras other than you.” you said with your voice dripping in disappointment. “do you think we should go out and look for someone?” you asked. “no, we should just stay here and talk! we haven’t talked at all the whole game.” he said. “mm that’s true. so did you finish all your tasks?” you asked him. “no, BUT i do have a question for you ms. (y/n).” he said. you heart started beating faster, very anxious to hear what he had to ask. you hummed for him to continue and he asked, “who’s the guy you’re simping for?” you felt like your heart stopped but what you didn’t see was that he was blushing and reading his chat. “chat! i’m not simping! (y/n) is just very attractive, okay? there’s nothing i can do about that!” he said making a ‘>:(’ face, thinking he was muted. “you think i’m attractive?” you asked very shyly. “i- uh- what do you mea- i have no- what?” he stuttered and immediately killed you out of embarrassment. your screen then showed “defeat” and you gasped very loudly. 

“quackity! what the fuck? i fucking knew it was you sykkuno!” everyone started laughing and you heard a ding coming from discord. you saw it was a private message to you from quackity.

quackity: yeah, i do think you’re really attractive ;)

“quackity, you simp! i can’t believe you killed me because of that. you could’ve just told me. i think you’re really attractive too and i’d like to get to know you off stream.” you said, giving a big smile only your chat could see. “awe! (y/n)’s smiling really big! look at their stream!” rae cooed. you covered your face and heard a dono for $50 from quackity, how about we go on a date ;). “i’d like that quackity.” you said in the vc call. “you can call me alex.” he said, smiling and blushing, and his chat teasing him.

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after hearing you and dream flirt in the meeting, quackity was determined to kill dream out of jealousy. once he did he heard you and corpse in electrical, staying a distance away and following you both but close enough to hear you and see you with his impostor vision. he called lights and made sure you wouldn’t be able to see him once he killed corpse.

[handsomelyhiddleston]

Stormy Sleepover - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

I haven’t written in like, years. I previously wrote for Colby Brock at @colbybrocksmolder and someone asked me to write for Tom so I figured I’d give it a shot. 

I hope you enjoy! 

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“Did you hear there was a storm coming?” one of your PA’s, Andi, asked you. You were in charge of making sure the cast all had assistants and that their life on set ran smoothly. You’d been working with these guys since the very first Thor movie.

“I got a notification on my phone a few hours ago, but this building is so big I doubt we’d know if it had actually hit yet.” You pulled up your weather app and clicked on the “!” checking to see what the “alert” was. “Oh god” you said, shocked to read that most of the county was already out of power.

“I told you, call me Chris.” Behind you, Hemsworth was chuckling leaning over to read what you were looking at on your phone.

“Ha, ha.” You laughed at his cheesy joke. “But seriously, has anyone been outside in the last few hours?”

Looking at your phone, Hemsworth shrugged and headed towards one of the truck bays.

In front of you, you watched Evans and Tom training with each other. There were various scenes in this movie involving water and a big thing the trainers had been working with them on was safely landing in water. It sounds funny, but you can break bones or knock yourself unconscious if you land wrong.

“Bad news” Hemsworth yelled out, getting everyone’s attention. “This building has been running on generators. There’s no power in the whole lot.” He dramatically shook his arms, flinging rain water on you and Andi.

“No wonder this water has gotten so cold” Evans added, shivering. “It’s usually warmed, but It’s ice right now.”

You sent a text to the director who was in a meeting with the writers. You received a text back fairly quickly. “Let everyone know we’ve got 6 more rooms at the Hyatt Hotel a few towns over for those who don’t have trailers on the lot. Tell everyone else that it looks like the power won’t be fixed until tomorrow afternoon. There’s a whole line of downed power lines that they can’t get to until the storm stops. The generators only run lights and a few outlets and it looks like they’re going to die soon too. The 16 seater van is outside with a driver to take people to the hotel.”

“Looks like we’re done for the day.” You said mostly to yourself, with Hemsworth and Andi hearing you.

“Everybody in.” Hemsworth hollered out so you wouldn’t have to yell.

“Thanks.” You shot him a smile.

“Any time” he replied, flinging his long wet hair towards you.

“I take it back.” You laughed, moving to stand on your chair.

“I know that not everyone has a trailer in the lot yet as we haven’t actually started filming, so for anyone that doesn’t have a home here there’s a van outside that will take to you the hotel that has power nearby. It’s already super chilly in here, so I imagine it’s freezing outside.” You spoke so everyone could hear you.

“Can confirm.” Hemsworth said, starting to shiver a bit.

“There’s umbrellas near the catering tables and there’s a bunch of old hoodies and jackets in the extras costume bay. Make sure you’re warm and dry before you head to the van.”

Everyone that didn’t have a trailer on set left once they had their instructions.

“As for the rest of us, we have to hunker down in our trailers until this passes. I have solar power and full solar batteries on my trailer so all of you are more than welcome to come crash with me if your trailer is too cold or you need electricity for anything.”

You, Hemsworth, Evans, Tom, and Scarlett were the only ones on set that had trailers so far.

“It can’t be THAT cold” Evans joked, grabbing his bag and heading towards the door.

“Scarlett went to her trailer a few hours ago” Tom shared. “I only got here last night so I don’t even have my trailer set up. Are you sure you’re okay if I go grab my bag and come steal some of your space?”

“Absolutely” you smiled at him. “And if I know Scarlett, she’s already in my trailer. I don’t think her trailer was even hooked up to power yet. Her’s was the newest one on the lot.”

“Thank you, darling. I’ll go grab my bag and check Scarlett’s trailer on my way to yours.” Tom replied and then jogged towards the door.

Andi left to catch the van once you passed your notes from the day on to her. “Be safe. Don’t worry about making it back tomorrow. I will email you any further updates I have for assignments.”

“I’m going to head back to my trailer and see if I have any cell services.” Hemsworth shared after everyone else had started leaving. “I know my wife probably has all of the weather and accident alerts on for the whole county and she’s probably worried.”

“Be safe.” You said, taking his offered hand so you could step off of your chair safely. “I’ll grab the satellite phone in the emergency kit and take it to my trailer just in case we need it.”

“It looks like you may have a full house tonight.” Hemsworth Joked.

“You’re welcome to join the insanity.” You teased, throwing your hoodie on and grabbing the satellite phone.

When you made it to your trailer, you were pretty soaked. Even with the umbrella, the rain was insane.

“Thank God you didn’t leave.” Scarlett startled you.

“I knew you’d already be in here.” You laughed. “Tom is on his way. His trailer is like yours. We didn’t even get a chance to get them hooked up before this crazy storm hit.”

“Oooo Lover boy is coming.” She teased.

“Oh, shut it. We’re friends, Scar. That’s it. We’ve never been more than friends.” You started stripping out of your wet clothes and slipped on a pair of soft black sweatpants and your favorite hoodie. It was dark green with “Mischief” written across the front. There were gold horns painted on the hood.

“I’ve known your friend almost as long as you have and the way he looks at you…I’m just saying. I think there’s something there.” She teased, gathering your wet clothes and putting them in a laundry bin that was tucked under one of the beds.

You both turned to the door hearing what sounded like a woman screaming bloody murder. “Let me in” Evans yelled, banging on the door.

Scarlett opened the door while you grabbed a towel. She laughed at him, seeing him drenched head to toe. “It was unlocked, tough guy.”

“You hit an octave I don’t think I can even reach, Cap” you teased, throwing him the towel and going back into your PJ drawer for an oversized t shirt and a baggy pair of sweats.

“I was wrong. I was so wrong. It’s fucking freezing in my trailer and I didn’t realize that the water would be cold because the power has been out for so long.” Evan’s teeth were chattering as he stripped out of his clothes, trying to dry off.

“I think I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve seen you naked, Evans.” Scarlett laughed, handing him the clothes you picked out for him.

“Thank god you aren’t seeing the front. It’s so cold I think my manhood has retreated fully into my body” Evans replied, throwing the clothes on and drying his hair with the towel.

Both of you laughed. You started brewing a pot of coffee and turned your water kettle on for tea. “Well, Scarlett already claimed the couch.” You mentioned. “Why don’t you take the regular bed so that if Hemsworth joins, you two can bunk together. It’s queen size so it should fit you both comfortably.”

Evans crawled into bed, wrapping himself in the blankets and trying to warm up. “Where will you sleep?”

“The dining room table and benches turn into a bed.” You replied. “It’s a full size, so almost as big as the one you’re in.”

“Did you hear that?” Evans perked up, trying to look out the tiny window he could still see through from the bed.

You and Scarlett quieted down. Getting louder you could hear Hemsworth yelling “NO, I AM THE GOD OF THUNDER!” every time lighting would strike and the sky would boom.

“Looks like it’s going to be a full house tonight.” Scarlett laughed, opening the door. “Get your godly ass in here, you crazy Australian.”

“He’s clearly the superior Chris” Evans joked. “Are you fucking crazy?” he asked as Hemsworth stepped into the trailer.

“Possibly. Probably.” Hemsworth laughed, trying not to get water all over the floor.

Scarlett grabbed the towel Evans had used to dry off and put it down on the floor by the door. “Here you go.”

“Much appreciated.” Hemsworth replied, dropping his duffle bag. “Can I change in your bathroom?”

“It’s all yours” you said. “Do you need clothes or did you bring some dry ones?”

“I brought some. I also brought some fun. I’ll show you after I get out of my sopping clothes.” He answered, leaving his shoes by the door and stepping into the bathroom.

When the bathroom door clicked, you heard a knock on the door. “Tom, come in” you hollered.

Tom was wearing a long poncho with an umbrella. He had a large bag with him and when he got inside he kicked his shoes off, putting them by Hemsworth’s shoes. You grabbed his bag from him, putting it by the second bed you had just finished setting up. He closed the umbrella and pulled his poncho off, his black sweatpants and black hoodie bone dry.

“You make the other two look like heathens.” Scarlett laughed. “They showed up soaking wet and screaming.”

“He is a gentleman.” You gave him a smirk, causing his cheeks to blush ever so slightly.

“Is there even room for all 5 of us?” he cleared his throat and laughed.

“Absolutely” you ushered him towards you. “Evans and Hemsworth are sharing that bed. Scarlett has the couch. I just set up the extra bed right here, for you.”

“For us” he replied with a stern look. “I know you too well, darling” he smirked. “You’re going to offer to sleep on the floor by the couch and I won’t have any of it.”

“Tom, it’s fine. I have a sleeping bag and…” You tried to ensure him you’d be okay, but he interrupted you.

“If you try to sleep on this floor I will walk back to my freezing trailer so you can have the bed to yourself.” The stern look softened as he pulled you into a tight hug. “You know you don’t always have to be the one to make the sacrifice. Plus, I promise I don’t talk in my sleep or have crazy dreams. I’ve even been told I’m quite comfy to cuddle with.” He dropped his eyes to yours, smirking.

“Oh, if I must.” You teased him, kissing his cheek as Hemsworth finally came out of the bathroom. “Scarlett knows where the laundry bin is.” You pointed him towards the hamper full of wet clothes.

“Do I smell coffee?” Evans sat up in bed, looking towards you. “Come cuddle, buddy” he laughed opening his arms for Hemsworth who let all of his body weight drop on Evans. “Jesus Christ, you’re a brick.”

You laughed, pulling down mugs from the cabinets and making everyone coffee. “Coffee or Tea, Tom?” you looked over at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed you two would share.

“Tea, my sweet. But let me help you.” He stood and started grabbing sugars for everyone’s coffee, asking how many they normally added.

“There’s pasta in the crock-pot as well if anyone is hungry.” You announced.

“Food?” Hemsworth’s head shot up and he crawled off of Evans.

“God, men are so simple.” Scarlett laughed, grabbing the coffee you handed her.

“You are not wrong.” Evans added, asking if he could help with anything now that he wasn’t freezing to death.

“I think we’re good.” You replied, dishing up some pasta for Hemsworth and Evans and passing them off to the boys. “Scarlett?” you offered her food, as well.

“Actually, I’m craving something sweet.” She answered.

“I’ve prepared for this one” Tom answered, going to the large bag he brought with him. “It took me so long to get here because I walked to the catering room to grab some snacks. I’ve got a whole tub of cookie dough that probably needs to go in the refrigerator soon, a tub of sour sweets, and what looks like a large cherry pie.”

“Pass the cookie dough this way” Scarlett answered. “This man has his priorities straight”, she laughed.

After everyone had sat back on their beds, dug into their food, and warmed up with their coffee or tea, Hemsworth remembered his bag. “Since we are most likely going to be stuck in this trailer until tomorrow afternoon, I brought a different kind of treat.” He picked up his bag and started pulling out bottles of alcohol and putting them on the counter. “Anyone opposed?” he asked.

“What a G!” Evans laughed, crawling out of the bed to help Hemsworth make drinks. “What kind of mixers do you have, Y/n?”

“There’s some cans of soda, some energy drinks…there’s some juice…and then we’ve got coffee for that Bailey’s I see” you answered.

Tom was smirking next to you as the Chrises started making a make-shift bar out of what they had available to them.

“We’ve got to get this started with a bang” Hemsworth said, handing everyone two shots each. “The first one is to us having a great night reunited with our make-shift family.” He smiled at everyone and downed the first shot, everyone else following suit.

Evans spoke up after. “The second one goes to our incredible, gracious, and always prepared host. To Y/n!” He downed the second shot, everyone following his lead. Except for Tom.

You shivered as the second shot went down your throat and looked over at Tom who was still holding his full shot glass, sitting next to you on the bed. He had a small smile, giving you a look you couldn’t place. Quietly he spoke to you “I’d like to add a few things to his toast, but I think it may take a few more drinks to find the right words.” He downed the shot and took a sip of his tea to wash it down.

“Who wants what?” Evans asked, making everyone a strong drink.

For the first few drinks, everyone just talked and caught up. It had been a while since the group had been on a press run or a film set together.

“Y/n!” Evans spoke up.

“Yes, Cap?” you answered, starting to feel the alcohol course through you.

“Truth or Dare?” He smirked. His eyebrow raised like he was challenging you.

“Truth.” You answered, staring him down.

“Hmmm…Have you dated anyone working on any of these movies? Cast or crew?” He asked, finishing off his drink and standing to make another.

“I haven’t” you answered truthfully.

“Wait, let’s not do truth or dare, lets do truth or shot.” Scarlett suggested, wanting to get a few answers out of you and Tom.

“I like it.” Evans said, grabbing everyone’s shot glasses back and filling them so he could hand them out as needed.

“I answered, so I’m in the clear. Hemsworth has a higher alcohol tolerance than we do so I need him to catch up. Who is an actor in the MCU you hope you never have to work with again?” You asked, hearing Tom chuckle next to you.

“I can’t answer that!” he laughed, taking the shot Evans handed him.

“That’s the point.” You laughed.

He laughed, handing the empty shot glass back to Evans. “Fine, fine. Tom. In our last interview panel together, they kept asking you if you were seeing someone and you answered no. You then said that you were interested in someone, but that you hadn’t done anything about it. Who is she?”

“Oh no.” Tom laughed, feeling the alcohol a bit himself. “I think I need to take a shot. Are all of these going to be so hard?” He grabbed the shot that Evans passed off to him.

“I think you guys just need to not be pussies and answer the damn questions” Scarlett laughed, shooting you a look.

“Right?” Evans laughed, taking the empty shot glass from Tom.

Tom scooted a bit closer to you when he handed off his shot glass. “Okay, Evans. If you had to marry one of your on screen romantic co-stars, who would it be?”

“Oh, come on! It’s gotta be Scar Jo! The one and only.” Evans laughed, putting his hands over his heart and giving Scarlett a loving look. “We’ve been in movies together damn near my whole career.”

“We would annoy the hell out of each other.” Scarlett laughed.

“It’s true. We’re practically siblings. Okay, Y/n” Evans rubbed his hands together like he was plotting. “Favorite actor you’ve been able to work with ever.”

“Why do I feel like there’s a very specific question you want to ask, but instead you’re asking questions trying to fluster me?” you shot him a look, trying not to blush.

“Hey, I’m just playing the game.” Evans laughed, picking up a shot to let me know I didn’t have to answer.

“Keep your shot. I’ll answer this one. It’s definitely Mr. Mischief himself over here.” You pointed your thumb to your side at Tom, trying not to blush.

“No, there has to be someone cooler than me.” Tom blushed, hiding his glee by taking a sip of his tea.

You looked at him, summoning the strength of the drinks you’ve been throwing back. “You should give yourself more credit. You’re amazing.”

You stayed in the moment for a few seconds, just smiling at each other. “I think it’s your turn”, Tom said, putting his arm around your shoulders.

You blushed, realizing you had just been staring at him. Leaning into his side, you asked “Okay, Evans. Have you slept with any of your MCU co-stars?”

“Oh shit!” Scarlett laughed, standing up and handing Evans one of the shots.

“Yeah, yeah.” He laughed, downing the shot. “I’ll pick on someone else this time.” He filled up everyone’s drinks while thinking of his next question. “Okay, Scar. Who is the most attractive man in the current MCU?”

“Oooh, good question.” Scarlett thought about it, going through the movies outside of the Avengers. “I have a few different answers.”

“Explain.” Hemsworth replied.

“Well, There are a few people I find attractive for different reasons, I guess.” She answered.

“How about you share this list and we decide if you still need to drink for not picking one person?” You laughed.

“Well, Hemsworth is an amazing dad. Like, you look your happiest when you’re in the messiest, most chaotic situations with your kids. Most dads are the opposite. They’re trying to escape that.” Scarlett explained her first answer.

“Valid points made so far” Evans agreed, leaning against the counter.

“Hiddleston is the fucking epitome of a gentleman. You’re literally everything women want.” Scarlett turned towards tom, making him blush.

You quietly spoke “She’s not wrong” in Tom’s ear, feeling him pull you tighter to his side in response.

“You’re too kind”, Tom answered to her, downing the rest of his drink.  

Scarlett looked to Evans. “I think I have to go with…Idris Elba.”

“I want to be mad that I didn’t make your list, but that man is truly a god.” Evans responded.

The game started to wind down as it got later into the night. Seeing everyone kind of calm down and get settled, you walked around making sure everyone had what they needed.

“Anyone want water so you don’t wake up hungover?” you laughed, pulling some water out of the fridge.

“Here!” “Please!” you handed water bottles out to everyone.

“I’m not setting an alarm for the morning. It’s super late and I doubt anyone is going to be back on the lot before dinner time anyways.” You said, grabbing you and Tom each a water bottle before turning off the main light.

You turned on the small light above your bed so you could sort out your sleeping arrangements. You grabbed your toiletries bag and pulled out a make-up wipe, trying to clean your face since you didn’t really get to do your nightly routine.

“Can I use one of those?” Tom asked, realizing he hadn’t been able to wash his face either.

“Come here” you said, scooting against Tom so you could run the damp cloth over his face. He watched your gentle movements, feeling you run the cool cloth across his skin.

“Thank you” he said, kissing the back of your hand before scooting back in the bed and laying down.

You put your bag back and drank some of your water before crawling fully into the bed and turning off the light. “Are you good?” you asked, turning to face Tom in the dark. You could feel his hand reach out and settle on your arm.

“I am” he answered, running his hand down your arm, to rest on your hip. “I want to finish your toast” he whispered, scooting his pillow closer to yours. “What Evans said was true, but you’re so much more, y/n. You’re beautiful and incredibly intelligent and there is not a single person I look forward to seeing more than you.”

“I think you’re drunk” you replied, knowing that if the light was on your face would be bright red.

“I am” Tom chuckled. “I still stand by what I said.”

You reached forward and ran your hand up Tom’s chest until you felt your fingers graze the side of his face. “I’m going to have to thank Hemsworth for getting you tipsy” you laughed, teasing Tom. You scooted closer to him, feeling him wrap his arm around your back and hold you against him.

“I couldn’t have waited much longer to tell you anyways” Tom replied. “I was just nervous you didn’t feel the same. We’ve been such good friends for so long…”

You interrupted him, capturing his lips in a kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that for years” you said, connecting your lips in a second kiss.

“Oh, thank god.” Tom said, a little louder than intended. “Can I call you mine?”

You laughed, trying to stay quiet. “Please, do.” You answered reconnecting your lips.

Tom rolled to hover over you, deepening the kiss.

“Fucking finally!” you heard Scarlett call out, making Tom collapse on top of you in laughter.

“Right?” Evans added. “It’s been ages.”

“Fair warning, I am telling this story at your wedding” Hemsworth said.

“I think our friends are happy for us” Tom said in a much quieter voice, flipping the two of you so that you were laying against his chest.

“I mean, I’m pretty happy for us” you replied, snuggling into his warm chest.

“Me too, love. Get some sleep” he said, running his hand up and down your back as he felt your breaths even out.

[starry-skies-116]

Gears of Fate

“Sh-showtime already!?” the Glamrock Animatronic stammers, glancing into the mirror with bright, glowing animatronic eyes alight with an artificial neon yellow and fluorescent white. Clearly, something was not right here. “I am experiencing a malfunction… the recharge cycle is not yet complete!”

It happened way too fast for his computing to comprehend at all- Freddy was merely performing a song from the database stored within his programming, the stagelights on, the audience cheering, the other animatronics performing around him... when a strange heat and power coursed through him, electricity crackling and pooling unto his fingertips and eyes. A strange, high keening sound squealing from his systems, blaring red amidst the deafening sirens as he felt his servos dissolve into carbonated, liquid lava incarnate. It felt akin to light stolen from the stars themselves, if exaggeration were to be an option.

And after the agonizingly long moment of an unconscious, twilight black, the abyss was steeped in glowing turquoise embers only for the SAFE MODE notification to blare across his vision before reality returned to the world around him once more. Like a relieved exhale after fate holds its breath for longer than anticipated.

What could he sense beyond that hazy mist of white static, that skull-splitting pain, coalesced into individual dreams of the distant past incarnate? Memories long since resurfaced? What had he hoped to find? Further absolution, perhaps, even though he, Michael Terrence Afton, had long since haphazardly crafted himself a moment of defining self-acceptance long ago?

“I am experiencing a malfunction…” he murmurs to no one in particular. “The recharge cycle is not complete!”

“Hush!” a girl’s voice echoes from within, possibly downwards. “Silence at once, you fool!”

Well, that wasn’t very polite, his subconscious mind pipes up. Yet the chatter in his mind was more curiously fixated upon why there was a girl’s voice coming from within. “Who said that?” Freddy asks inquisitively, testing the waters. He expected silence- listless and unresponsive, yet to his surprise, a prompt and swift response immediately followed his query in kind.

“T’was me!” the girl once again replies in an exasperated exclamation: she sounded quite disgruntled and annoyed in nature, a tad unbecoming for that of a child. Yet he also detected something else… desperation, mayhaps? “I’m down here.”

“Down where?” Freddy asks, scanning the decorated carpets of his green room only to find no child gazing back up at him from the ground. “I still cannot see you.”

A scoff can be heard from within, and Freddy’s servos whirr in annoyance as an artificial sigh rattles his endoskeleton- it takes a bit of self control not to groan. “Oh? He can’t see me, he says!” the disembodied girl’s voice exclaims. The mild pings of frustration were soon replaced by immediate alarmed dismay as he feels a punctuated one-two knock on the door to his chest cavity from within.

Is this girl fucking stupid!? Michael thinks to himself as his built-in features filter the vulgar thoughts into something more child-appropriate: “My… stomach hatch? That place is reserved for oversized birthday cakes and pinatas! It is not a safe play area!” he exclaims, voicebox fritzing as if on instinct to scold the girl.

“Well, was it like there was anywhere better to hide?” the girl snaps back bitterly, yet Freddy ignores her. “Please disembark the internal chest cavity area at once to avert any possible scenarios involving injury! I advise this of you for your own safety!”

The animatronic bear only merely tilted forward to finally see the child tumbling out through the open hatch- a caucasian girl with smooth pale skin, around nine to ten years of age. “Gah-!” she exclaims, spitting out the shriek as if it were bile as she tumbles unceremoniously to the ground in a heap of limbs and clothing.

“There you are!” Freddy exclaims as he grabs the young child by her arms, seizing the chance to get a closer look at her. The result sent him into momentary shock as he scanned.

The girl had prominent, bright green eyes, glimmering with specks of chartreuse and jade, alight with a peculiar and inquisitive glimmer here and there as the light in her iris- yet now they were wide and afraid, glancing back at him with an uncertain look. She possessed freckles, glossy lips aflush with the lightest smidgen of colour, and a roseate blush upon her cheeks, as well as straight, rather volumnous hair, sleek front bangs and sideburns that barely dangled above her bare shoulders like golden waterfalls akin to her ponytail, tied up and secured by a cute red bow, barely dangling downwards to drape over just the back of her neck. 

Just like Elizabeth, his mind unhelpfully supplies.

Where her sleeves were supposed to be were replaced with frills, as equally a balming shade of lilac as the rest of her collared button-down top, adorned with black buttons. She donned what appeared to be a cross between skirt suspenders and overalls a shade of a dreamy buttercup yellow alongside a decorative white belt, the skirt itself frilly and girly in nature, stuffed copiously with comfortable-looking and soft cotton white lace inside. As if the skirt itself could cushion her fall and prevent damage should she land on her rear.

Her feet dangled rather endearingly above the ground- wearing white socks adorned with dull pink stars and black, polished mary jane shoes- a bandage present on her right knee.

Just like Elizabeth.

No, no, he admonishes himself as he scans her for the uptienth time, no matches popping up of all the recorded guests of the Pizzaplex that matched her face in particular: Stay focused.

“Scanning complete… how odd,” he murmurs as he drops the girl on her feet to the floor. “Your guest profile is… unknown to me. Who are you?” he asks.

He swears he sees a hint- the faintest glimmer- of heartache and yearning in the lost girl’s eyes as she struggles to find the coalescing name upon her lips. Her mouth opens as if to form a vowel, yet her teeth settles upon her lips and closes to pronounce a consonant instead. “V…V-Vanessa,” she finally speaks, stammering out the words with precaution, hesitation- a meticulously crafted and thought out response after evaluating all options laid out before her. “Yes, my name is Vanessa.”

Vanessa… hmm.

“Vanessa…” he lets the name roll off his tongue, servos whirring and clicking in affirmation. A pretty name for a pretty young lady. I suppose it is the right name to call her by. “Hmm. I will notify the main office… oh?” he asks as the error notification pops up on his interface. Michael would grumble in frustration if he could, yet that grumble manifested as a pitched, barely noticeable whirr. “Huh. There appears to be a connection error… I cannot connect to the main network,” he mumbles, trying again to achieve a different result.

The expression on Vanessa’s face twists into one of a disgruntled, pained expression- one of concern, yet simultaneous disgust and distrust. “It’s him!” she glowers, teeth bared almost defensively, spitting out the words like visceral bile laced with a venom he didn’t expect coming from someone as sweet and unassuming in appearance as her. “He cut you off from the network. He’s not going to allow you to call for help… he’ll stop at nothing to find me!”

“Who’s looking for you? Your father?” the seven foot tall bear animatronic asks in reply, now curious. He quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head as much as his preprogrammed facial restrictions would allow.

Well, I mean- she looks no older than ten, Freddy thinks to himself. She’s bound to have parents, or at least a legal guardian looking for her-

“Shh! Hear that? Footsteps!” the girl exclaims, scuttling quickly to the window partially draped in curtains. Her already heeled mary jane shoes prop themselves upon their tippy toes as they peer through the curtain, spotting the security guard- appearing as disgruntled as a normally stoic and emotionless individual could be, storming around and waving a flashlight.

Freddy recognized the man that reminded him of his dearly beloved once-brother all too well, with brown, voluminous hair, bangs falling between his eyes and his sideburns framing his face. Large gentle eyes, compound and dark in nature with no pupils, the only sign of him aging that the light would fade from his eyes after his twenty-second birthday to give him a hollowed, haunted and empty look- his face remained youthful and gentle otherwise. 

The young man outside donned the standard security guard uniform complimenting his fairly muscled and average-height, 5’2 figure: a white button-down shirt, two small single chevron collar pins, simple black shoulder marks and an oval patch featuring a police-style badge, complimented rather tastefully by black oxford pants, slacks equally dark in colour and a brown leather belt, of which was adorned on the right hip by a gold-tinted badge.

“That is the security officer, Gregory Anderson!” Freddy exclaims cheerily. “He can help you!”

That certainly must’ve offended her, because a dark shade of an incredulous awe befalls her expression- Vanessa turns around with her mouth curved in the shape of an ‘O’, brows furrowed and scrunched together as she crosses her arms and assumes a more caught off-guard stance. “Is there an error in your code, are you right in the head?” she reprimands rather harshly.

The sarcasm present in that rhetorical question rather wounded him, though it would wound his ego to admit it more. “W-why?” he asks, rather bewildered by the half-insult.

“Why!? Oho, why, he asks!” Vanessa chuckles, laughter boisterous yet not quite loud enough. Her green eyes- so similar to Elizabeth’s- glimmer with the faintest hint of annoyance. “Are you out of your mind!? No! Absolutely not, no- I don’t trust him in the slightest!” she declares, placing her hands on her hips in a confident and sophisticated gesture.

The painful memory of his younger siblings return to mind.

“Why not?” Freddy asks. Gregory was friendly- stoic and stern, yet with moments of visible kindness and emotiveness, despite not quite knowing how to communicate and having a stranger way with words than most. What possible malintent could someone as demure and unassuming as him have?

“I’ve not any clue as to who he is, but clearly he has his own agenda!” the blonde girl hisses, exasperatedly waving her arms around in a gesture as if trying to get him to understand. “Don’t you understand? He’s out for my blood in some way! Isn’t there any other way we can communicate besides you talking so loudly?”

“Here, take this staff prototype of the novelty Freddy Fazwatch,” Freddy offered generously, his facial features shifting to a more amiable and softened look, probably meant to comfort distressed children in some way. His stomach hatch opened to reveal a decorative and high-tech orange watch inside, adorned with neon turquoise accents, and Vanessa squeaked and rubbed her eyes, tentatively reaching out to grab it before securing it around her wrist, hesitantly following the unsaid instructions.

Shaking her arm to make sure the watch didn’t fall off wasn’t a good idea, for as soon as Vanessa did, the watch sprung to life with a complicated trilling noise and a series of mini holographs, causing her to jump back with a startled, high-pitched gasp that knocked most of the wind out of her.

“What- what was that...?!” the young girl asks shakily, trying to sound less frazzled than when her little vocal accident occured. Freddy merely gave her a calm reply, not moving an inch: “I am sending you an encoded message.”

The seven-foot tall animatronic bear watches with great intent as the child taps at the Fazwatch, and smiles as he immediately hears his own jovial demeanor dripping from the message he sent, even though it made Vanessa sigh and wince a little bit: “Hello, Vanessa! It is me, Freddy. I will escort you to the main entrance. However, I am unable to leave this room- you should have no problem enacting a quick solution to that obstacle, however. There is a button on the wall that will open the door to the back room. I will make it accessible to you now.”

Creeping towards the green button, scanning it up and down and checking once, twice, thrice to make sure nothing came out and jumpscared her, Vanessa hesitantly ghosted the tips of her fingers over the button before willing every inch of her body to apply pressure, and to not jump and scream like some demented and starved hyena when the door to the maintenance room opened. She blinked in rapid succession as she peered into the abyss contained in the singularity within.

“Well done, Vanessa! There is an open air vent inside the maintenance room- you will have to climb through the ventilation system and release me from the outside.”

Michael was absolutely, positively, ten-thousand percent sure of what the child before him was thinking bitterly to herself: Oh, come the hell on, through that creepy room and into the dark-ass vent!? The number one place a ten-year old could become incredulous and terrified and literally on the verge of shitting bricks, seriously! What’s wrong with you!? 

“Fate must have turned against me tonight in particular,” Vanessa bemoans, the PG filter still thankfully kept on her.

Freddy gives her some semblance of reassurance as a massive animatronic paw, completely dwarfing- no, enveloping her head, gives it a few pats. He thinks Vanessa nearly leaned into the touch, her gesture barely noticeable, yet decides to shake it off as his own hopeful imagination ultimately.

“There is nothing to be scared of. You can do it!” he replies, encouragement evident in his words.

The girl heaves in a deep breath and steps into the darkness, her footstep echoing and rebounding off of the formless walls. Her eyes begin to adjust, and with every inhale and exhale, cyclical and perfectly timed, she finds himself walking amidst the supply room- past the scattered boxes and sticky notes, carefully navigating through stacked machinery and wires interwoven between one another across the floor, plugged into the server machines lined up against the walls- the concrete floor chilled her feet through to her bones even through the thick and hard black soles of her shoes. Every breath she heaves out condensates into a cold, wet and visible puff of steam, gracing her cheeks with the tingle of a cold burn.

One more graceful, meticulously thought-out step, and Vanessa’s figure vanishes into the darkness.

Something stirs within Freddy as he watches on, eager and anticipating- the fond dream, perhaps, of his two beloved siblings being cradled by safety and warmth in his own arms, shielded from the world and mired in the eternal bliss of that same dream- as selfish and as unrealistic as a thought could ever manifest itself.

Yet in those round, sharp and glimmering green eyes- that blonde hair tied neatly up by a red bow, and her strangely dark eyebrows a near-colour of ginger, that reminded him of bygone days crumbling apart with arguments and senseless pranks… he found her.

In Gregory… he barely found Evan. And now, within Vanessa… he just barely sensed Elizabeth.

Or perhaps he was in regrettably less-than-optimal condition due to being on low power mode, Freddy chides himself, and he needs to focus. He shakes his head, servos once again twitching and coursing with electricity. “Stay safe, Superstar…” he mumbles, crossing his arms and letting his brows furrow- he finds himself caring for the peculiar, sharp-tongued blonde girl more than he would like.

And maybe, just maybe, afterwards… she could run into his arms as he shields her from the world, so that he may live out that selfish dream of absolution once more.

[lilysdaydreams]

Boyfriend-girlfriend feelings ~

Pairing: Corpse Husband X Reader

Genre: Fluffy stuff.

Warnings: Um none i think.

Summary: Request where fem!reader has like a husky voice and it’s not like super deep but deep compared to the other female streamers and she joins the lobby w corpse and stuff as a substitute and everyone is supposed about her voice and calls her the girl version of corpse bc she’s faceless too, except her personality isn’t bc she’s super optimistic and stuff. Anyways her and corpse bond and later admit separately on stream that they like the other, then fluff? Thank you!!!!

A/N: This is my first request and I went a bit overboard lol, this is nearly 3000 words so Anon I hope you enjoy lol, but yeah I did my best, I really really really  hope you like it :((

~~~

You yawned and took a sip of your bubble tea before turning back to chat.

“Hmmm, what should we do now, everyone? I think I might end stream now, it’s been like nearly 4 hours.” you mumbled glancing at the time.

It was only 10, so it wasn't that late, but you’d been on stream for 4 hours and you needed to finish your essay.

Your phone lit up with a notification and you glanced at it to see that it was from Sean.

Sean: hey wanna play among us? We need one more person.

“Uhhh or maybe not.” you said to everyone, smiling as you saw the chat light up with excitement.

Quickly typing out a “yessss, send me the link.”, you let your viewers know that you were gonna be playing among us and then quickly opened up the game.

Opening up discord, you joined the group and realised the only person you actually knew here was Sean.

“Shit” you said, biting your lip.

“Guysss,” you whined to your viewers. “The only person I know here is Sean. I’m so nervous now.”

The chat blew up with “you can do it!” and “we believe in you!” and other supportive messages.

You smiled seeing all of this. Your community may be small, but they were probably the best ones out there. They were sweet and kind and there was barely any toxicity in the group. You were only a small streamer, doing it as a hobby since you started college. You only knew Sean because he had messaged you himself, inviting you to a game of Phasmophobia because he'd liked your previous videos where you played it. You had been shocked then, barely being able to comprehend that Jackspecticeye decided to Twitter dm you, like what the actual fuck. That had only been a month ago, and you had played again a week ago with him, but your friendship was still new so even though his presence made you a bit comfortable, the anxiety was definitely overpowering it.

“Okay, okay I can do it” you mumbled under your breath trying to hype yourself up.

Quickly joining the call, your ears were filled with the noise of everyone yelling about the previous game. Sean quickly yelled at them to shut up once he noticed you'd joined.

"Everybody, I have our tenth player, this is Y/N, say hi everyone."

Valkyrae was the first one to yell out "Hi" with everyone else chiming in as well, and you had to breathe in deep to stop yourself from fangirling over Valkyrae.

You awkwardly smiled and said "Hey guys, I'm Y/N, Its nice to meet everyone."

There was silence for a second and you narrowed your eyes, wondering if you were muted or something.

"Wait what oh my god, you're Y/N from Y/C/N?" Valkyrae said her voice going quite high.

"Oh, that's where I know you from," said Sykkuno suddenly, leaving you staring shocked at the screen. Sykkuno and Valkyrae knew who you were? What the actual fuck?

"Uhhh," you said eyes flickering between the chat and the screen. "Yeah, that's me, I didn't even think you would know who I was, um oh my god."

"Oh right, now I remember, you did a cover of dreamy night, right?" chimed in Lily, and by this point, you were almost having a panic attack.

"Oh god, you saw that?" you questioned, whispering because you were worried that you were gonna wake up from this dream soon.

"Yeah!" exclaimed Lily, "Your voice is like total opposite of mine, so it was really cool to hear! Your  voice is really nice!"

"Awww, thank you so much, that's so sweet of you to say," you said, wringing your hands, not really sure what to say. What the actual fuck, how were all you favourite streamers here and ALSO knew about you huh? You wondered if this was a dream.

"Yeah what the hell, your voice is so deep." said Poki.

"Right, when you said 'hi', I literally thought it was Corpse for a second," Dave replied, chuckling a bit.

You made yourself take big breaths, trying to make your heart calm down.

"She's not very much like Corpse though" Sean chimed in. "She's very sweet, and gets scared so easily."

You unmuted yourself and gasped exaggeratedly. "Excuse me Sean, but who was it who screamed so much in Phasmophobia and nearly made my ears bleed?

"That game is FUCKING scary okay?" He screamed back, making everyone laugh in the background.

"Hey guys, what did I miss?" a very deep voice came in suddenly, and you realised this was the 'Corpse' they were talking about. You had seen his popularity on Twitter and seen a few clips of him playing but god damn hearing his voice in your ears like that was fucking amazing. You squeaked, thankful you were on mute.

"Holy shit, his voice is deep," you said to the chat, immediately getting responses such as "We know!," and "SIMPPP" as a joke from others.

Giggling you unmuted yourself when Sean introduced you to Corpse, and nervously said "Hey", dragging it out at the end, "Its nice to meet you!"

"Oh yeah!" said Sean as if remembering something. "Y/N is faceless as well, so she kind of is like the  female version of Corpse."

"What?" "Oh my god." "Brooo, thats so cool"

You didn't have time to say anything back as Sean decided to start the game at right that second.

Everyone went quiet and you sighed in relief as "CREWMATE" flashed across your screen. You did not want to be an imposter right now, you wouldn't be able to stomach it.

Quickly hiding your chat, you moved to admin and started humming something to calm your heart down. This had been a crazy 5 minutes for you, and you really needed to calm down. Taking a sip of your drink, you talked to the viewers as you did the card swipe.

"I cant believe Valkyrae - oh I should just call her Rae, right? considering I'm playing with her right now, oh my god, ANYWAYS, I can't believe Rae and Sykkuno know me. Like Lily even saw my cover. Ahhh! I didn't even know she saw it, and now I'm just playing with them, im literally shaking," you rambled to the chat as you went towards electrical to do the tasks there.

You saw Poki there, and you both ran around each other and then you followed her as she started walking to reactor. Suddenly the lights went out, and you gasped as the report button went red, and you quickly pressed it.

"Okay okay," you said before anyone could speak. "Me and Poki met up in electrical, we went to reactor and I was doing the one two three four five six seven eight nine ten task, and she was doing the Simon says and then lights went out and I went off and then suddenly the report button was red. So the kill happened right now."

"Did you see anyone?" asked Toast?

"Nope, I saw no one."

"Well, it couldn't be Sykkuno, because we were both waking to electrical together," said Corpse,

"Yeah it couldn't be Corpse, we were together at the last moment," confirmed Sykkuno.

"I was in weapons," said Rae.

"Navigation." - Dave.

"I was already at Electrical with uh Lily I think," said Sean.

"Yeah, that was me." confirmed Lily.

"Toast where were you?" asked Rae.

"I was just going into navigation."

"Leslie?" you asked, noticing she hadn't spoken up.

"I was in weapons."

"Well one of you is lying." said Corpse softly making everyone laugh.

"Gee, I wonder what this game is about?" Sean replied, teasing him.

"Maybe it's a self report?" questioned Dave.

"No oh my god, it's not me," you said quickly defending yourself. "Poki and I were literally doing our tasks, I swear."

"I don't think it's Y/N, why would she report the body, there was no one around, and she could  have easily just vented somewhere."

"Are we skipping?" Leslie asked.

A chorus of "Yeah" came in so you quickly skipped. Going into weapons you did the shooting task there and then started towards navigation, letting out a gasp as you got killed suddenly.

"ITS SEAN?" You yelled, completely shocked. "How could he kill me like that, I just started playing with them, and he was the one who invited me as well!" you whined, brining the chat back in again.

Opening up the dead chat, you messaged ":(((((" and Poki did the same back. You talked to the chat for a bit, moving around until you got to electrical where Corpse was.

"Guys, it's Corpse, lets follow him," you said, smiling a little.

Just as he was leaving electrical, Toast came in and killed him. You let out a small gasp as he self-reported and pretended that he'd just stumbled onto the body.

"CORPSEEEE" you typed into the dead chat, laughing when Corpse responded with ":((((" just like you had done.

"Whose the other one?" he asked and you quickly typed in "Sean :((("

Corpse: "*GASP, he killed you after inviting you to the game?*"

You: "Ikr!"

Corpse: “that’s so rude, we should stick together next game so we don’t get killed easily."

You: "Yes let’s do that!”

You guys continued talking until the next round started.

"SEAN!" you yelled immediately. "How could you kill me like that, when you were the one who invited me?" you whined.

"Exactly Sean, that was so rude." Corpse chimed in, supporting you.

"Ah, uh, exc -" spluttered Sean, "Please, oh my god, I can't handle the both of you at the same time, it's too intimidating."

Everyone started laughing and you giggled as Corpse accused Sean of avoiding the question.

The next round started and you laughed when you both got double killed five minutes into the game. Seems like your strategy of staying together wasn’t that good.

You played a few more games with everyone, getting imposter with Poki once. Finally, you decided that you really should finish that essay that you had due.

Finishing your fourth game, you let everyone know, pouting when everyone groaned.

"It was really nice to meet you, Y/N" said Rae, "We should definitely play more!"

Everyone chimed in then and you said bye to everyone as you left the lobby. Just as you were leaving the voice call, you heard Corpse say "Bye Y/N" again, but you couldn't reply because you just left.

"Whoops," you mumbled, feeling a bit bad.

You quickly said bye to all the viewers and ended the stream.

Opening discord on your phone, you sent a friend request to Corpse, being shocked when he accepted in a second. Wasn't he playing still?

Typing out the message, you sent it before thinking about it too much.

"Hey, sorry, I heard you say bye at the end, but I left right then. Just wanted to let you know that I wasn't purposely ignoring you or something."

“Ahhh no worries,” he replied.

Then a second later; “I checked out your covers btw, you’re really good.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” you replied typing quickly. “Your songs are great as well. I have to admit they’re a bit too intense for me lol, as I normally only listen to ballads and stuff, but I loved agoraphobic with al my heart :((( literally listened to that non-stop for a week when it came out lol.”

Okay maybe I went a bit overboard, you thought staring at the message.

“Oh Thankyou, that means so much to me. And yeah, I know that not everyone likes this type of music, don’t worry about it. Actually, I was thinking of doing another Lo-fi type of song like Agoraphobic, but I’m still working on it.”

You settled into your chair, continuing on the conversation.

It was an hour later that you realised that you’d just been texting Corpse and not done the essay like you planned to.

“Sorry corpse, gtg,” you messaged, putting a string of crying emojis after.

Putting down your phone, you finally started working on your essay, ignoring the butterflies you’d had in your stomach for the past hour.

~~~

You guys kept talking. The next day he asked for your number, saying it’d be easier to text there than discord. You guys messaged for ages. Your conversations never ended because even if one of you had to go, you would just pick up the conversation from where you left. It was by far the easiest friendship you’d ever had, and if you were being completely honest, you’d kind of developed a small crush on him.

A few weeks later, you were streaming among us again, this time with another group. You died quickly in the first game, so you pulled up chat and started asking some questions.

“Corpse?” You asked reading one of the questions. “Ah I don’t know guys, I don’t think Corpse is coming to this game, he’s quite busy with his music and everything, and I don’t think he’s available today.”

“Do you like his music?"

"Yeah, his music is great. It’s sometimes intense for me,” you admitted giggling, “but I do love it. I actually really wanted to cover Agoraphobic or MISS YOU! They’re both my favourites and I’ve been wanting to... hmmm.. maybe I’ll do a poll on Twitter and see which one more people want?”

Suddenly a message caught your eye; “I kind of have a crush on corpse.”

You laughed out loud, saying the username and replying “Yah I think everyone who meets corpse ends up having a crush on him, like how could you not, he’s freaking perfect.”

When everyone started spamming chat though, you realized you might have said too much.

“Anyway guys look, I think Sykkuno might end up voting Rae, and oh he did it,” you laughed as the “defeat” screen came up and Rae started yelling at Sykkuno for not believing her.

~~~

The next day, Corpse was waiting as Rae asked people to join the lobby. Answering questions from his chat, he saw one about you and read it out.

“Is Y/N gonna play?”

“Ahhh, I don’t think so guys, I think she has an assignment or something. It’s been a bit since I played with her, it would have been nice to but yah I don’t think she’s available.”

Suddenly all the chat was talking about was you.

“Do you see the clip where she says she likes you?”

“Bhahah I think she has a crush on you lol”

“Did you see that clip?”

Corpse furrowed his eyebrows confused about what clip.

Another comment caught his eye.

“Do you like her?”

“Do I like her? Of course, I like her, it was amazing to meet her, her covers are great, she’s so nice, also she’s like the exact opposite of her voice, it’s so funny." He laughed remembering the photo you'd sent of all your plushies lined on the bed. "Yah no she’s really sweet, we’ve been talking a lot recently, it’s been fun.”

“SIMPPPPP”

“Omg he actually likes her.”

“CORPSE X Y/N”

“Oh don’t make her uncomfortable guys,” Corpse huffed as he saw the comments. “Yah I kinda like her, but y’all are too much” he muttered, before realising exactly what he’d said.

“Wait no, what.” he stuttered, “Um oh look Rae's found some more people.”

~~~

When you finally decided to look on your phone, you realised that your Twitter notifications were blowing UP. Quickly going into the app, you clicked on one of the mentions saying “CORPSE X Y/N, ITS REAL I CANT BELIEVE IT.”

Tapping the video underneath it, you listened as Corpse talked about you, blushing when you realised what it sounded like. But...he couldn’t actually have a crush on you... right?

He was probably kidding, you told your beating heart. Probably just wanted to go trending for something. A voice whispered in your mind that Corpse wasn’t like that but you didn’t wanna give yourself hope.

Just then your phone rung, making you jump and stare shocked at the screen when you saw Corpse with a yellow heart next to it. Corpse had never called you before.

Quickly picking up the call before it could go to voicemail, you shakily questioned “Hey corpse?”

“Uh hey,” he said, his voice sounding way too deep. “Sorry I normally wouldn’t call but like, I just got off-stream and saw the Twitter trends and everything. Um, I like - didn’t wanna, um make you uncomfortable with all that so I can tell them to back off if you want?”

“Um..” you said stalling, trying to process everything here. Deciding to oho full in, you just blurted it out, “Do you actually have feelings for me?”

“Like not just friend feelings", you continued, "but like the boyfriend-girlfriend feelings if you get what I mean.”

Immediately after saying that you wanted to slap yourself. Were you in 2nd grade? Like who the hell says boyfriend girlfriend feelings?

“Uhhh, I- I kinda do I guess, I like you but like it’s okay if you don-

“I do," you said cutting him off before he could finish.

“I um, I also like you.”

“Oh.

“Yah”

“Cool”

“Cool”

~~

Should I do a pt 2?

[fanfics-with-coffee]

The Simple Pleasures

Y'all horny bitches out here really liked my first part so, thanks to a lot of requests, here's part two! Months later but life's a bitch so enjoy some smut because we all need it at this point

After finding out your date, the college student Kuroo, had an OnlyFans and quite enjoying its content you called him and told him to pick you up in 30 minutes. Will you manage to keep your lust under control until you get to his place or do you get stuck on the road? (spoiler alert: you park at a gas station)

Genre: Once again it's just pure smut but it has cute moments Pairing: Kuroo x reader Kinks: Actually pretty vanilla, dirty talking, car sex in a public parking lot Words: 8700

Part 1

Clothes were thrown back on and your hair was once again brushed, you had even changed underwear to hide the mess they had become after what you had done on the couch. All the while your eyes flicked to the phone despite the 30 minutes not even being close to being up. But the time that had passed felt like an eternity and it didn’t help with the nervous feeling you had in your chest all the while. The only thing you were able to do was get ready in front of the mirror and go over what had happened, and what will happen, in your head. And when you finally felt ready, you still had 10 minutes left.

You had planned to use the time to cool down, calm yourself and not let it all get to your head. But as soon as you sat down on your couch, your phone was in your hands. You wanted to scroll through social media but instead the onlyfans app teased you, sitting there on your screen. You remembered that while you had scrolled through a couple of Kuroo’s posts, you had hardly seen them all. And what they could contain was too tempting of a question to not find out. And after all, the content was worth $15 and you shouldn’t waste good money.

So you scrolled through it, mindlessly, watching and reading every post. You were tempted to play any video you came across but if you did, you were afraid that you’d get stuck again and miss the real deal pulling up in front of your house. So you held yourself back, though you gave them a longing look whenever they did pop up. And what had started with trying to cool down was now just riling you up once again, pressing your knees together while bouncing one leg in anticipation. Post after post of him in various stages of dress. Some blunt in their intentions, others teasing the viewer with giving them just barely what they wanted. Luckily, it did make those 10 minutes feel like mere seconds.

A notification popped from the top of the screen.

“Come outside”

You didn’t even have to look at who it came from, you already knew.

There was no hesitation when you closed your phone and put it in your pocket, getting up hastily from the couch and immediately heading for the door. You didn’t even bring your bag, just grabbed your jacket as you passed by and opened the door. Suddenly the cold night air hit your body, giving somewhat of a relief compared to the heat that had spread through your blood. And there he was, sitting in the car with the window down.

He leaned back in his seat, his elbow leaning on the door frame and the lights turned on. The yellow light contrasted the blue hue that night brought and outlined him perfectly. His headlights were still on and the red tail lights were reflecting on the black surface of the car. Even from a distance, you could see the smile form on his face as he saw you leave your home. He had been watching the door since he sent the text, just waiting to see you again.

“Jump in!” He half-yelled from his car, giving his car door two light smacks before he retreated back into the car fully, getting ready to drive as soon as you sat down. You noticed even from a distance that he had the radio playing in the background.

You laughed at his enthusiasm and made sure to lock your door quickly, throwing your jacket just lightly over your shoulders to not get too cold. But as soon as you checked the door once and were satisfied, you turned around and jumped down the singular step to the walkway out from your house. You jogged over to his car as he pulled the window back up, running around to the other side while holding onto the collar of your jacket to make sure it didn’t fall off. Opening the door to the car, you once again sat down in the passenger seat that you had occupied just about an hour ago. Its leather had cooled down since then and felt icy against your thighs but it was just as comfortable as you remembered it.

Kuroo watched you as you sat down, just as casually as he had watched you leave his car last time. One hand on the steering wheel, the other on his thigh. He watched quietly as you pulled off your jacket, throwing it in the backseat before you finally made eye contact. His eyes shone when he smiled at you, though there was something else flickering in them, something that wasn’t as innocent as it had been last time.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You replied just as simply as he had, holding the eye contact as you did you while smiling back at him. You had even humorously copied his tone, teasing his ‘smooth’ talk. There was a certain tension in the air, a question on how you should approach this situation. But somehow, it wasn’t as awkward as you had feared. Instead, you felt giddy, butterflies fleeing from your stomach and up into your chest.

The silence between you, leaving space for the music to fully envelop you, only lasted a couple of seconds before you both laughed and broke the intense stare. He looked ahead, to the road and you decided to check your phone quickly to get a feel for the time. Another quiet beat passed.

“You ready to ride?” —he turned his head back to look at you, reaching one hand up to turn off the lights— “In more ways than one?”

Click. The whole car was submerged in darkness. You looked over to him again and he gave you an eyebrow wiggle in the darkness that made you laugh. He clearly felt the tension in the air and you were thankful he was an expert at breaking that kind of stuff. Just another thing you really liked about him.

“I sure hope so.” You joke back, but the way you said it did betray you, showing the nervousness in your voice. Though you may have been confident over the phone, it’s a totally different thing to actually be here.

“Not to worry. We won’t do anything if you're not feeling it. If you want to, we could just drive around and talk. I could show you a route I usually take when I can’t sleep, the lights are really beauti—”

“—No!” You suddenly interrupted, the outburst surprising him. “I… I want to.” You had to explain yourself which was embarrassing but you hoped the darkness might hide the blush. Though you also knew that the darkness couldn’t hide the desperation in your voice. You had clearly been devastated if he thought you didn’t want him to fuck your brains out.

He had stopped every movement the moment you spoke and looked at you with his mouth partially opened. But after you had finished what you wanted to say and it registered in his head what you meant, a shit-eating grin formed on his face. While he had had girls beg for him before, somehow the tone of your voice made pride swell in his chest. He didn’t know what you had found on his onlyfans but it was clear you knew exactly how you wanted him and he always said he aimed to please.

“Alright. Sounds good. But I need to do something before we get going.” You looked at him, a little worried about what he meant. But he reached his hand out towards you and you didn’t move. You thought he was going to cup your face again like he had done when he kissed you last time, but he reached behind your head, letting his fingertips drag across the sensitive skin beneath and behind your ear. You leaned a little forwards to give him space as his fingers lightly grabbed the back of your neck and head. The feeling was distracting but light enough to send a shiver down your spine. And then he pulled.

Your lips met over the center console as he had leaned it to meet you in the middle. His head was tilted a little to comfortably kiss you and you naturally did the same to the opposite, closing your eyes as he had done. His lips felt the same as they had done earlier tonight, but instead of butterflies fluttering, it was now like electricity bouncing between you. His lips were hot and soft to the touch, slowly but passionately connecting to yours. You did your best to reciprocate, one of your own hands moving up to carefully touch his neck with the tips of your fingers. After a moment, you could feel his tongue teasingly peek out from his lips. You knew what he wanted and you happily opened your mouth, letting your tongues play with each other.

The feeling built up within you and after a particularly pleasurable move, you couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan. You knew Kuroo had heard it too as he pulled back from the kiss, disconnecting from you and letting the sound from the radio tune back in again. He chuckled as he let his eyes wander over your face, which was now looking part confused and part disappointed. You looked needy.

“I can’t fucking wait to make you moan properly.” He said quietly, his eyes meeting yours. And you could see he meant it. You didn’t even know what to say, evidenced by the fact that your mouth just fell open ever so slightly. At the sight, he began laughing and pulled his hand away, sitting properly in his seat once again. “You look just like the first time I kissed you.”

“I do not!” You protest even though you couldn’t possibly know how you had looked back then. “Plus, you can’t just say that and expect me to know what to say!”

You leaned back in your seat while he shifted out of parking, finally getting the car to move out of the space in front of your house. At the movement, you had to stop pouting and instead put on your seatbelt.

“Why not? I thought you liked the dirty talk. I mean why else would you call me all hot and bothered after you found my onlyfans. It’s how I act in my videos.” You could hear the smile in his voice, his eyes now focused on the road in front of the car as he sped up.

The orange road lights sped past the car, casting long shadows along the road. The only lights inside the car was the dashboard, though it didn’t reach further than Kuroo’s hands. Your eyes drifted to the road, noticing the lack of cars out at this time. It was comforting knowing it was just you and him out here right now. You could still feel your lips tingling after his kisses. The whole scene felt a little surreal in the way car rides at night did.

“Okay, fine, I do like it.” You admitted, exasperated as you leaned your head back. Mostly because he was right.

“Of course you do.” Cocky bastard. “But what was it that made you so wet?” He didn’t even glance your way as he spoke.

“What do you mean? Isn’t it kinda obvious…” You lowered your voice a little, embarrassed to be asked such a specific question. And you knew that if you had to explain yourself, the images you had seen of him would start flashing in your mind again.

“Sure, but I want to hear you say it.” He finally looked over to you briefly, moving his hand from the gear stick to your thigh before he looked back to the road. “Let’s me know exactly what you want me to do to you.”

He squeezed your thigh softly to make a point and you couldn’t help but press your legs together in response. You had to take a moment to reorganize your thoughts before you could speak again.

“Well, I… I dunno.” You hesitated to tell him, you didn’t quite know why. But you tried to explain anyway. “I liked the way you… talked I guess.”

“Talked?”

“Yeah. You sounded so certain, I trusted you even though you weren’t there. And how easy you made it to follow whatever you asked me to do.” –You closed your eyes as you kept talking, thinking back to when you were laying on the couch– “And the little growl to your voice was so fucking hot. Not to mention your hands, I kept imagining how they’d travel up my thighs and touch me. And when you started to get into it, you could hear how turned on you were. T–that’s what I liked about your videos.” You opened your eyes again, remembering where you were, and looked to him.

He was just grinning, having leaned even further back in his seat comfortably. His hand was still on your thigh and you could feel how warm it was as he had grabbed onto you just a little harder.

“Oh, so you’re into that type-a thing, huh. That’s cute.” –He seemed pleased with himself while he spoke–“I can do that kind of stuff. I mean, if we’re going to be honest here, I’ve wanted to have you under me since the moment you opened your mouth when we first met.”

“Seriously?” You didn’t quite know how to react, a blush creeping up your neck.

“Yeah, of course. You were so well spoken and sweet, I wanted to hear how you’d sound all fucked up. When you’d cum three times already and I hadn’t even put my dick in you yet kind of fucked up. I wanted to hear you mewl and beg for me but being unable to make a proper sentence.” He let his eyes flicker to you for a moment again “I want to see you unravel under me.”

You sat quietly for a minute, his words burning inside of you like hot iron, melting and dripping down to your core.

“How long until we’re at your place?” You ask, staring straight ahead.

“Mh… Maybe 20 minutes? Why?” He asked, his eyes not leaving the road either. But he had a feeling he knew where you were going with this.

“Pull over…”

“Oh? Why? Are you getting a little too impatient, kitten?” He smirked, his hand slowly traveling up your leg.

“Yes. So unless you want to become a traffic hazard, you should find somewhere to pull over.” You seemed determined in your request, maybe because you had finally made up your mind.

“Alright, alright. Give me a second, princess.”

He takes his hand off of your thigh, letting it hold onto the wheel as he waited to find a good place to park the car. The two of you drove along the road in a heavy silence, one filled with hot tension that circulated in the car with each breath one of you took. It would be impossible for you to say how long it lasted, your mind a little hazy, but it must’ve been less than 20 minutes since Kuroo turned on the turning signal without any houses in sight. His eyes were focused on a glow by the side of the road, a gas station which was still open in the dark of night. Your eyes followed the road as the car turned off from the main road, your heartbeat sounding louder than the rhythmic beats of the music. The light suddenly shifted as the road lights stopped appearing beside the car, engulfing it in darkness and laying like a heavy blanket over you. Only did it lift when you drove up closer to the station, it’s bright light blue shine partially lifting the darkness.

You realized Kuroo’s plan only when he had gotten off the main road, your eyes widening as you turned your head to look at him.

“Wait are you going to park here?” There was a surprised and worried tone in your voice.

“I planned on it. You wanted me to park as soon as possible, so here we are.” He sounded calm in contrast to you, driving up to the allotted parking lot just meters away from the building.

“But it’s still open, what if someone comes outside?”

“At this time? I doubt it, even if they did, I don’t think they’re gonna look through the window. That’d be pretty intrusive don’t you think? But… If you’re not into it, then we could check somewhere else, dear. Though I dunno how far away that is.”

He parked the car on one of the spots, the front of the vehicle facing the road you had just been driving on and with the gas station visible in the rearview mirror. He made sure the car was properly parked before turning to you, placing one hand on the back of your chair like people do when they reverse. But instead, he looked at you, waiting for a response. A decision needed to be made.

“Well…”—you bit your lower lip briefly—”Fine. But I blame you if we get caught.” You tried looking threatening but he just smiled back at you, forcing you to hold back your own smile. At the decision, he took off his seatbelt and you quickly followed after.

“That’s fair. But c’mon…”—He turned back to you and leaned in, the light from the gas station illuminated half of his face and made his cat-like eyes gleam in the otherwise dark space—”Isn’t the risk a little thrilling.”

“I just think you like the attention, Kuroo, from what I’ve seen from your onlyfans.” You teased, leaning in to meet him midway between the seats.

“Touché, at least I know you like watching.” He retorted a final time before he pressed his lips to yours, shutting the both of you up as you once again melded together.

The car’s engine was still running, a soft hum heard underneath the bass of the song playing at that very moment. But it wasn’t like the two of you were listening, instead too focused on the other person. The kisses exchanged were much like the earlier ones, hot and a little demanding. His hand had left your seat and instead found its place on the side of your neck, much like before, but this time it traveled even further up, lacing your hair between his long fingers. The feeling made goosebumps cascade down your arms and neck, forcing you to take a sharp intake of air through your nose.

The makeout session was dizzying, had you let your emotions lead then you would’ve said you even struggled with what side was up, too lost in the feeling to care about that or anything else. Or at least you thought so, until your back and neck started to ache, not used to the weird angle you were kissing in. And having to lean over the middle part forced you to put a lot of weight on your back muscles. At first, it was just a small tension and you ignored it, but when you started to feel the lactic acid course through said muscles you had to pull away, as much as you hated it.

“Mgh? You okay?” Kuroo asked caringly, almost whispering.

“Yeah I’m totally okay. Or, well, I am but leaning like this is getting really uncomfortable.” You said, leaning back in your seat and stretching your muscles to help relax them again.

“Oh! Well that’s an easy fix then.” He seemed relieved that it wasn’t anything too bad.

“Hm?”

“Come here.” He patted his thighs with both hands, giving you a deceivingly innocent grin. You looked at him like he was crazy.

“What? You want me to climb over there? I’m not that graceful.”

“Oh come on, not everything about sex can be graceful or the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, you gotta be able to laugh and look a little funny. Plus, it’ll be super hot when you’re actually on my lap, no?”

“... You drive a hard bargain, sir. … Fine.”—You give in, since his idea did indeed sound enticing— “But you gotta help me over.”

“Say no more, kitten.” He smiled and held out a hand for you to grab.

You took his hand and crawled up on your seat before carefully doing your best to move over the centerpiece, all the while trying to keep your balance. You felt a little silly doing the whole thing but Kuroo was there to help you the whole time, being nothing but suppotiv—

“Hey, be careful with the seat.” He interrupted your appreciative thoughts with a comment, obviously just teasing you.

“Shut up, asshole.” You tried to hide your laugh, you had always found his type of humor amusing.

“Wouldn’t dick be a better insult in this situation? With context and all.”

“You’re so annoying.”

You finally managed to get over to his side, letting your ass fall onto his lap. Suddenly the light of the gas station was in front of you, only covered by Kuroo and his seat. But this gave him the most ethereal outer glow to him and if he wasn’t so annoying, you would probably have been awestruck. You let go of his hands, using one of them to cover his mouth while the other was placed on his shoulder. Kuroo’s hands found your thighs, starting just above your knee and running upwards. The soft friction of his hands on your thighs as they moved made heat move along with them and settle comfortably in your lower belly. You pushed your ass down a little in appreciation, grinding against his black jeans. At the movement, you could feel his smile beneath your hand.

“Hah, maybe I should keep my hand like this while we continue.” You challenged him with your words, though it wasn’t obviously serious. But of course you wanted to push back a little, you couldn’t just let him have his way, it would be too embarrassing to just let him take your control. It was a little scary. But Kuroo didn’t mind, he just had to make you want to give your control to him.

His hand went up and over your ass, sadly not spending any more time there as he moved to hold your hips in his big hands. He sank down a little in his seat, giving himself some space to move his hips. You looked at him, a little confused as he had shifted down every so slightly. Until he lifted his hips and pushed you down with his hands, grinding against your clothed core. But the friction was enough to shoot pleasure up your spine, surprising you. The sound you made was halfway between a gasp and a moan, the hand over his mouth lifting from his mouth. He took the moment to grab the wrist of the hand which had covered his mouth and held it softly, all the while still rolling his hips against you.

“Awh, baby don’t be so mean.” He leaned in to give a light peck to the corner of your lips, then your cheek and temple while chuckling. You gave in and giggled at his ticklish kisses. His actions seemed innocent but while you were busy, he moved his mouth to your ear. “And don’t you want my mouth all over you?”

You froze, the words in your ear reminding you of the videos he published. The voice dropped down from his normal one, to the point where the rasp he always had in his voice was elevated. And with that, imagery from how you had imagined him eating you out inside this very car flashed in your mind. It sent a strong shiver down your spine, making your back arch ever so slightly. Kuroo couldn’t help but feel it.

“Ah, so we liked that did we?” He smirked as he gauged your reaction, taking you in as your confident facade fell and instead you looked at him with big, almost innocent eyes.

His lips returned to your skin, kissing your neck with gradually hotter kisses. What started out as soft, slow pecks turned into open mouthed kisses. His tongue dragged across your skin, from the base of your neck to just under your ear. Your breathing became deep, only shuddering when he stopped to give a certain spot more attention. He was slow in his movement, caring and loving as he sucked on your neck, his own breathing feeling cool compared to your hot skin. And while your mind was focused on his lips against your neck, you were also aware of his hand letting go of your wrist and moving to your waist and his thumb moving under the edge of your shirt. It rubbed small circles on your skin, getting you used to the feeling. But since you didn’t react or stop his hand, he let it run further up, soon his whole hand was traveling up your side. It lifted your shirt with it, letting the air in the car seep under and onto your skin. Your mouth was slightly parted while your eyes were half lidden, following the mess of black hair moving around your neck and upper chest.

“Can we take this off?” He pulled away briefly and met your eyes.

“Ah, sure…” You sounded a little breathy as you replied.

“And… the shorts too?” He asked, greedy to see more of your body, all the while smiling innocently.

“Fine.” You smiled back at him, running a hand through his messy, black locks. He didn’t waste any time pulling your shirt up and off you, his golden eyes roaming the new area of skin with a hungry look. He even managed to sneak a couple kisses in along your collarbone as his hand fiddled with the buttons to your shorts. You grabbed his hands and he looked up at you, a little confused. “But your clothes gotta go too.”

You sounded a little embarrassed at asking him to strip, but it was only fair. And it wasn’t like Kuroo had any problem with it. He didn’t even reply and just pulled his shirt off without hesitation, throwing the white T-shirt into the backseat somewhere. You had already seen his upper chest in many pictures, but as you were now almost pressed against it, it was much more amazing. You watched his chest rise and fall in deep, slow breaths. He didn’t seem nearly as pent up as you were, but you could already feel something press against your shorts which told you a different story. Maybe it wasn’t noticeable thanks to his fitness or maybe he was just able to keep his cool better than you. Not that it mattered when you splayed your hands across his pecs, feeling his heat creep into the palms of your hands. His confident smile showed his teeth as he watched you stare.

But despite how much he enjoyed your awed looks, he once again took hold of the upper edge of your shorts, his fingers quickly undoing the button and zipper. You let him, gliding your hands back up to his shoulders to give him a better view. Once your shorts were undone he started trying to pull them down, despite still having you in his lap.

“Maybe this lap thing wasn’t such a good idea.” You mutter, raising yourself onto your knees slightly to help him.

“Eh, it’s fine. Just… lean back a little.” —He kept looking down, pulling on your pants the best he could without hurting you— “And pull up your knees to your chest.”

You didn’t expect it to work but did your best to comply, once again sitting down on his lap as you started to lean back. You even started to shift so you could pull up your knees like he asked. But before you could get the shorts off, you leaned back a little mor—

HOOOONK

Your back pressed against the steering wheel and activated car horn. The loud sound made you both jump and you leaned as far forward as you could, pressing yourself against Kuroo. It took a moment before either of you realized what had happened, but as you did, you looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“That scared the shit out of me.” You said after you both had calmed down a bit.

“Yeah, maybe undressing in the front seat wasn’t a good idea…” He admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“Backseat then?”

“Backseat.”

He helped you back to your seat before he got out of his side, not caring that he wasn’t wearing a shirt in the middle of the night in a gas station parking lot. You at least grabbed your shirt and held it to your chest as you stepped out of the car. You both looked at each other over the roof of the car and just laughed to yourselves, Kuroo even threw a look towards the lit up building to make sure no one was eyeing the two of you. You had already gotten inside the car again when he opened the door and climbed inside too.

Neither of you spoke as you started the annoying work of crawling out of your pants, shoes and underwear. Just throwing glances at the other as more and more of them were exposed.

It didn’t take long until you both sat there, naked and leaning on opposite doors just looking at each other. It was a little chilly in the car and the music was still playing from the radio in the front, none of you having thought of turning it off in your need to feel each other. His eyes were looking you up and down, silent and analysing. You could almost feel the hot trail of his burning eyes on you. You did the same, though you doubt you looked as intense as he did. His thighs instantly caught your attention, toned and thick. One leg was hanging off the seat, the other foot was resting flat on the seat. Resting on its knee was his arm, casually hanging there while he used the other arm to cushion his head from the cold window behind him. Not to mention his dick which was standing, lean and just as big as you had guessed it to be. He looked sort of like the sculptures from ancient Rome, the way his muscled body was leaned back and with how heavenly the light shone around him.

“Well…” —He tilted his head a little to the side, like a cat when they’re watching its prey —”Are you going to come over here or do you want me to crawl over to you?” He raised his eyebrow, smiling while he waited for your answer.

But you couldn’t come up with any. Your brain had finally short circuited which just left you with a semi-opened mouth and wide, dumbfounded eyes.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

He moved forwards, holding onto the back of the seat as he raised himself above you. You could see his shoulder muscles moving just below his skin as he reached out his other hand to grab your ankle. He really did look like a predator and you felt like a prey in the best way possible. You let out a small gasp as he pulled you towards him but let him open your legs without any resistance. He looked down at your pussy, taking in a deep breath as he took it all in. He had moved so your ass was dragged up on his lap with your head laying on the seat, forcing you to look up at him.

“You look so pretty like this…” —He teased, his hands running up the underside of your thigh and calf, placing one leg over his shoulder while the other wrapped around his waist —“And look how wet you are.”

His smile looked a little wicked as he wrapped an arm around your thigh, slowly letting his thumb slide from your entrance up to your clit. It became covered in your juices and you arched your back, trying to hold back the moan that his action created. He glanced at your face to gauge your reaction before doing it again, this time pressing a little harder. You whimpered this time, closing your eyes.

“Princess, you gotta look at me.” He wasn’t too happy about you trying to avoid looking at what he was doing to you. So he pressed his thumb to you again, this time circling your clit instead of making contact with it, much to your disappointment.

You shook your head a little and heard him sigh above you. Suddenly you felt teeth against your inner thigh and sharp, though mild, pain. You yelped and opened up your eyes in shock, looking at him finally. He did waste anytime once he met your eyes to start rubbing your clit quickly and with purpose. This time you couldn’t hide your moan as it escaped your lips and bounced around his car. He didn’t let up, he didn’t give you a break.

You curled your toes and lifted your hips to chase after his touch. He didn’t say anything, focused on kissing and biting your inner thigh as his fingers kept working your clit. You watched him watching you, your eyes struggling to stay open just as he had told you. The prior teasing had made you sensitive and you felt yourself rush towards the familiar high, towards what would be the second climax this evening. But he felt your muscles tense and your nearly stilling breath told him just where he had you, and before you could fall off the edge… His fingers left you.

“You’re so sensitive, kitten…” — you could feel the vibrations of his laugh against the soft skin of your thigh— “But I don’t want this to be just your regular orgasm.”

You whined and moved your hips helplessly, the leftover energy in your body bouncing around inside of you with nowhere to go. Despite the soft smile Kuroo gave you, his eyes were that of a greedy, unforgiving torturer. And so he hooked his arm under the leg around his thigh, bringing it up over his shoulder as well. You just compiled, doing your best to help him from the position you were in, a little dazed.

“Good girl.”

He didn’t look at your face anymore, instead feasting his eyes on your cunt which was now up near his face. Your wetness had spread out around your pussy and your upper inner thighs and he lavished in the knowledge he had messed you up so badly. He could’ve kept admiring the view until you made a displeased noise.

“Are you just gonna keep staring or what? It’s cold…” You spoke softly and it lacked any edge, sounding less annoyed and more disappointed. He snapped out of his trance and chuckled.

“Of course, baby, I was just admiring how pretty you looked like this… maybe I should take a pic for my Onlyfans?” He teased you and you used as much strength as you dared to kick his back with your heel, making him flinch and laugh. “Ow- Hey I’m just kidding!”

He caressed your leg with his hand and finally lowered his head, his tongue falling out of his mouth to meet with your entrance. He pressed the wet muscle between your lower lips, and with one broad lick went the whole length of your quim. You could even hear a quiet moan from deep in his chest before he raised his head a little again.

“I want this all for myself anyways.”

The way he said it, a quiet sort of lovingly possessive tone, made you shiver. You didn’t have the time to reply as he repeated the action once more and then another. He kept eating at your core, sporadically sucking on your clit or dipping his tongue deep in your honeypot. And when he felt like you were getting too riled up, he’d slow down to a painfully docile speed, watching you with those bright eyes. Your whole body tensed at the pressure, your arms going up above your head to press against the car door on your side.

You looked up at him again and a false memory flashed in your head.

Maybe he’d do it in the back of his car, the one he took you home in. Parked just outside your house after a date, you two would be crammed into the back. He lifted your legs over his shoulders, the blood rushing to your head from the angle he was holding them up at. Your hands were pushing against the door from the inside, stuck staring at him as he ate you out. Slowly and calculating. He was taking his sweet time with you, his tongue gently circling your bundle of nerves. He was doing it hard enough to make your hips twitch and your mouth whine but not enough to rile you up further than that. If you were starting to zone out too far he’d introduce his fingers to you again. Pushing two inside with ease and fucking you with them until you were raising your hips even further and about to cum. Then he’d pull away fully, leaving you to fall from your high in the matter of seconds. All because he wanted you to watch him properly as he made it all start over again.

The fantasy that you had imagined just an hour or so ago. A random thought that some perverted god out there fulfilled. And for just a short moment, you thought that maybe wishes do come true if you just wish hard enough.

Suddenly pain shot from your clit, jolting you back into the moment. Kuroo was frowning, pinching your clit softly with his fingers.

“Y/n, focus.” He reprimanded you as if you had been doodling in class.

“I am.” You replied breathlessly, wearing a frown yourself at his silly comment.

“You weren’t, I could see it in your eyes.” — he started rubbing your button again while he spoke — “Here, I’ll give you a good reason to lose your mind.” He smiled again and dove back in with his mouth, pressing his tongue against your clit and moved his fingers. He let a finger slip in easily, and then a second, gradually picking up a steady pace. You clenched around his fingers instinctively but that didn’t stop him.

You tried to give him a witty response but as soon as you opened your mouth, the only thing that came out of it was moans and whines in time with your quick breaths. The knot in your abdomen had started tightening again. And you prayed that he would let you tip off the edge this time.

He was relentless, steady and stubborn in his ways and you were powerless under him, your nails digging into the material. Your back arched more and more the closer you came to your climax. And he watched you carefully, he had been since you entered his car, always gauging your reaction. And it made you feel like you were going up in flames, the heat of your bodies fogging up the windows of the car.

His tongue kept circling your clit and you gripped his fingers as hard as you could to the point you could feel each knuckle going in and out of you. You were reaching a peak.

“Kuroo… I-I’m about to-”

“I know, babygirl, go ahead.” He momentarily disconnected his mouth to speak before going back at it with doubled motivation.

And with his promise to let you cum, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath in, holding it as all your nerves lit up. Your whole body was tense, hard wound as you prepared for the inevitable. Your legs closed around his head, your soft thighs pressing against the sides of his head. And when it finally came, only seconds later, you could feel yourself fall from the edge, the familiar sensation of climax washing over your body in hard waves, spasming around his digits. He never stopped, helping you ride it all out until your body collapsed onto the seat. You cracked your eyes back open just as he pulled his head away, the last thing leaving you being his tongue.

He was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

He softly lowered your body, removing your legs from his shoulders with utmost care before using one hand to wipe your wetness from his face. Leaning down, he placed soft kisses to your lips which you returned, though exhausted. Despite how heavy your arms felt, you even raised them to wrap around his upper body and let your fingers trace down the middle of his back, feeling every bump of his spine.

“You still down for more?” He whispered, checking in on your energy level.

You gave one last, slow kiss to his lips before replying

“Of course, I haven’t been staring at your dick on onlyfans all night just to leave it hard and dry.” You smiled, looking up at him.

“Fuck, that’s just what I wanted to hear.” He grinded his hips against yours just to prove his point.

He pulled you up against his chest much easier than you thought and pushed both of you closer to the door, letting you rest your back against it. You shifted a little, getting comfortable in the new position, moving your legs to let one wrap around his waist and the other hang off the seat

.

He looked down on himself and grabbed his dick, pumping it a couple of times with his fist before he positioned it in front of your drenched hole which was more than ready to take him. He edged the tip just past your folds before looking up to your face, his hand leaving a trail of goosebumps as it moves from your waist, up your chest and to the side of your face. He used his thumb to gently rub your cheek as he slid more and more of him into you. He didn’t hesitate as it easily slid to the hilt, freezing his movements as a shuddering breath left him when he felt your pussy around his cock. It felt like the whole world was spinning around the car, your head light and airy as you watched the man in front of you. His eyes had fallen to watch the place where the two of you were connected, his chest heaving with each deep breath. You even saw a smile form on his face.

“Hah… You feel so fucking good y/n. Such a good girl.” —he used his legs to raise himself up a bit to get a better angle before he slowly pulled back out to just the tip— “I want to ruin you so badly…”

Your eyes widened by the carnal tone of his voice before gasping as he slammed back into you. He repeated the action again and again, his need to fuck your brains out in the forefront of his mind as he pounded into you. He had been so soft and careful until now but as soon as you gave him a finger, he took the whole hand and you didn’t blame him. This whole time had been about your pleasure that now that it was finally his turn he was nearly desperate. You could feel it in the way he moved, the way he put his back into it, savoring every inch of your warm embrace.

The light from the outside was shining in again, hitting the side of his body and reflecting off his sweaty skin, giving him a white, holy glow despite the utterly sinful way he was looking down on you. You bounced on his dick, doing your best to stay steady against his merciless speed, taking hold of the seat beneath you with both hands and holding yourself up while he gripped your hips and pulled you against him.

“You’re clenching around me so hard right now, kitten, ah... does it feel good? Because it… fuck… it feels so fucking good right now. You’re so amazing, and beautifull and” —it sounds like he’s about to say something else before something suddenly clicks within him and he presses his face next to your ear and growls— “and all fucking mine”

His voice dropped low and sent a shiver down your spine and right into your abdomen, adding yet another drop to the cup of your steadily filling need. He slams his open palm against the foggy window besides your head and any cohesive thoughts sound far away. All you can perceive is the steady, hot pounding of his cock and the grunts he lets out right besides your ear together with the music sounding like white noise from the radio in the front. You couldn’t even care less if you wake up tomorrow with random bruises or sore muscles from today. All you care about is him.

Him and how he makes you feel.

“Princess… rub your clit for me” He speaks but you can’t react, lost in the moment. So he takes one of your hands and moves it to your own cunt. “Come on, y/n, do it for me.”

You can still not quite come to but you get the hint and let your fingers find your still sensitive clit. Your breath catches in your throat as electricity shoots from where your fingers touched, the feeling nearly too much for you to continue and you hesitate.

“Don’t you- ah fuck… don’t you dare stop now, baby. “ He guides your fingers with his thumb, boldly pressing them right against your clit and you whine loudly, to which he quiets you with a kiss while continuing to guide your fingers in circles. To help you with the overstimulation, he decides to give more stimulation to something else and angles his hips just a little higher, aiming it to hit where your g-spot should be. And it hits.

You cry out in pleasure as both your sensitive spots are played with as he keeps pulling you down on his cock, letting the edge of the head rub against your inner walls as you start desperately moving your fingers by yourself. He seems pleased as he focuses on his own movements again, his lips finding your open neck while your head is thrown back. He sucks hard, unable to regulate his strength as his mind is filled with pleasure. But the pain misinterprets in your own head as more pleasure and drives you even more crazy, your adam's apple bobbing as you swallow hard.

“Are you going to cum for me again?” —He breathes against your neck and you nod repeatedly.— “which number is this, have you kept track?” He taunts you.

“T..the third time…” You say, forgetting that he couldn’t have known about the time you masturbated to his videos.

“Third time? ...Don’t tell me you made yourself cum to my videos, did you? Hahah...Was that the real reason you called me, because you couldn’t get yourself off as good as you just thought I could? I can’t say I’m ah... surprised, I mean you sounded like you needed to be fucked even over the phone”

His words were sharp and dripping with lust, slowly filling you with his dirty talk and bringing you even closer to cumming.

“I’m…. Kuroo I’m about to cum again...”

“Of course you are, go on, cum on me, kitten. Keep rubbing that cute clit of yours while I fuck you sore.”

He sped up even further as you rubbed your clit just like he said. You placed your other hand on his shoulder and dug your nails into his skin, surely leaving crescent marks after you. But you didn’t care, you just wanted to feel your body fall off again. And you wanted to feel him fall with you into that deep whirlpool of ecstasy and lust. You circled your hips, winding up that aching need inside you but you tried to hold out, waiting for him.

But it proved too hard, he just kept going without showing a single sign of needing to stop any time soon. And when he kissed you again, passionate and hard, your mind exploded into a million pieces. Your whole body jerked and pulsed and the corners of your vision blacked out and left you with the piercing yellow eyes that watched you almost calmly despite his merciless pace. You rode out another high with his help, thinking that he’d come to his end too. But he kept going, the numb feeling your climax had left you with suddenly turned into painful pleasure.

“I-it’s too much…! K-kuroo!” Tears started prickling your eyes and you sharply pulled your hand from your clit and held onto his other shoulder with it too. But Kuroo couldn’t let you have that and replaced your hand with his own.

“Just a little more, a little more and you’re done. You're clenching around me so hard right now, it’s so fucking hot.” He reassured you, pressing his forehead against yours as he was on the verge himself.

You nodded and closed your eyes, allowing him to do as he wished with your body. But it felt like forever, as if your orgasm had never stopped and just kept going with every pulse of your racing heartbeat. With every breath from the man on top of you, with every rub of your clit, with every car passing by on the street below the parking lot.

“Cum in me, Kuroo, please.” You managed to get out between breaths, a carnal need for him pushing you to speak as you felt him lose his rhythm and focus on the situation.

“As you fucking wish, kitten.”

You felt him sheath himself as deep into as he could before freezing in place, closing his eyes and pinching his brows with his mouth falling open while one hand held you in place, the other pushing you over what you can only guess was your fourth orgasm but it all blurred together in the heat of it all. You could feel Kuroo’s dick pump his seed into you, the warmth almost burning thanks to how sensitive you were.

And when he finished, he collapsed on top of you. You took his weight, wrapping your arms around his neck with a silly smile on your face. Both of your eyes were closed as you got your grasp on reality again.

“That was…. addictive… I think I’m addicted.” he mumbled in your neck, giving it slow kisses as he got his energy back.

“And you were way better than the pictures, and that’s pretty impressive.”

“Hah, thanks… You want something to drink or eat? I could get something from the gas station.”

You lightly slapped the back of his head.

“Ack-! Just joking, again.”

“I don’t think I could imagine facing them ever again. I’d die of embarrassment.” You lean your head back against the window and turn it to get a glance outside of the fogged up window, seeing the handmark he had left.

“Hey, you were the one who couldn’t wait until we got to my place.” —he reminded you— “Hm, about that actually. How about a breakfast date tomorrow?”

You make a questioning sound and try to look at his face, to which he finally raises it and faces you.

“You could sleep at my place aaaand then we could head to this cute pancake place I know in the morning.”

“You just wanna do this again in a proper bed, don’t you.” You could read his cheeky grin like he was an open book.

“What, me? Nooo. But if you wanna do it again then I’m down.”

You don’t even say anything and instead try to hide the giggles that leaks out between loving kisses.

[chamiltonslilcumslut]

⋆★⋆★⋆★⋆★ Standing Reservation: Chapter 3 ★⋆★⋆★⋆★⋆

✦ timothée x femme reader

✦ word count: 1545

✦ warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, suggestive themes

You think about how much life has changed since the beginning of the year. Never in your life would you have seen this coming. Here you are hooking up with Timothée. Fucking. Chalamet. Not to mention the intimate meetings with the president of your university. Sure, your experience with Andy is limited, but your mind can't help but wander. You replay all the conversations you’ve had with him at your spot, Carbone, every Monday. Nobody’s ever been able to hold a conversation with you, banter with you, or challenge you the way he does. 

Still, nobody has been able to make you feel the way Timmy has. Every time your eyes meet you fall helplessly into his gravitational pull. Every touch lights your body on fire, evoking an ecstasy you've never experienced before. Besides, he's also in his twenties. The age gap is much more… comfortable. Nobody would bat an eye if they saw the two of you together.  Well, outside of the Who is she? Is he dating a fan! What about Armie Hammer?! comments. But while your physical connection is electric, he doesn’t talk to you. It’s been months, and he still hasn’t opened up. At least he’s single. Something you’re not sure you can say about An–

*Ding* A notification. It’s Timmy. He’s asking if you can come by his place later. You let out an exasperated sigh. You’re aching to see him, of course, but you feel guilty about your situation with Andy. Lately, you’ve found yourself developing something for him. But you can’t for so many reasons! He's the president of NYU, he's old enough to be your father! Oh my god, your father. What would your parents think? Your friends, family, they wouldn’t approve of this at all! Not to mention Jen… Jen, Jen, Jen… it’s not his wife, right? No, definitely not. Otherwise he wouldn’t have gone to dinner, right? It was probably just his sister visiting, or maybe a friend… right? Good god, get a grip (Y/N)! Pull yourself together! Ok, but then again, you’re not actually doing anything wrong? It’s not like your dinners are actually dates or anything, (but it’s not like they aren’t dates…) would that make him a cheater? Would that make you one? *You try and shake those thoughts from your head*

You think about the first weekend you spent with Timmy…

You know we’ve been spending a lot of time together these past few days. I know. But what does that mean for us… Idk. I’m gonna need a little more than that, please. I don’t know… I like you, but it just feels too soon. And regardless, I’m not ready to be in a relationship just yet. Me either, we can just keep things casual for no– But I don’t want to be just casual with you… I really like you Y/N. Well, how about this: we can see other people, keep it open, but we will always be each other’s number 1… we can call it… semi-casual. Semi-casual? Okay. I like that.

… You never promised each other anything beyond being each other’s priority… but was that emotional priority or physical priority? Would that make what you’re doing with Andy, assuming they are dates, cheating? Ugh. You decide to stop thinking about it for today. Oh shit. You forgot about Timmy’s text.

“Hey! I’ll be free later if you still wanna meet.”

*ding* “Of course I do. See you tonight”

You put your phone down and try to move on with your day, but you can’t get either out of your head. Today was a busier day at the office as you were running around frantically to get everything organized for a small team gathering this weekend. After a while, you started to get sweaty. You debated on rushing home to shower first, but you didn’t want to keep Timmy waiting, so you figured you would just shower at his place. 

The day finally ends and you heads to Timmy’s. 

As you enter into his apartment and he leans in to greet you but you place your hand on his mouth

He looks at you, confused, and lets out a little “hmm?”

“i’m gross, I need to shower and brush my teeth first”

“I like it when you're gross,” he mumbles into your hand. 

You giggle, “I'll be quick I promise! Wait for me in bed and I'll meet you there!”

Timmy wines in protest as you enter the bathroom. You’re smiling to yourself as you begin to undress. You like seeing this side of him, needy for your affection, it’s cute. you jump in the shower and let the warm water pour over you. Suddenly you heard the door open, followed by a cool breeze, and a naked timmy grinning at you from the door. 

“I’m comin in!”

“Timmy! I promise I'm almost done! I'll be out in a second!” He opens the door despite your protests. 

“It’s ok, you’re hot when you're wet. Plus we get to try shower sex!”

“You’re such a doofus” you say laughing as you pull him in for a kiss. And then your lips are intertwined with the water cascading down on you. He couldn’t get enough of you, his hands slid down the curves of your body, no crevice left unexplored. You ran your fingers through his damp hair as his hands inched between your legs. You let out a soft moan as he began to rub small circles on your clit. Your breath hitched as waves of pleasure ran through you. His lips lowered to your pulse point delicately nipping at the spot he knew drove you wild. He let out a chuckle at the way your body reacted as his lips made their way down to your sensitive nipples. Just as the knot began to form in your stomach, he spun you around and pressed your back against the wall. 

He looks down at you, “May I?” he asks, with a smirk, already knowing the answer but asking anyway. “Please do,” you reply with a chuckle. He lifts your leg up a bit more, then gently enters into you, giving you a moment to adjust. He moves in and out, keeping you securely pressed against the wall. 

Pants and moans filled the shower and you gasped as he hit just the right spot, leaning your head back against the shower wall. That reaction motivates him to pick up the pace of his thrusts and slid a hand between you running circles on your clit with his thumb. You quickly began to feel the knot in your stomach tighten and his rhythm began to falter, thrusts getting sloppier. The cascading water drowning out the sound of you both reaching your climax. 

“Hey Y/N… it’s kinda late, do you wanna stay over tonight?”

You’re taken aback for a second. This is the first time he’s ever asked you to stay and not the other way around. “Sure,” you say with a slight smile on your face.

You go to the bathroom, and when you get back, Timmy hands you one of his shirts. “For you to be more comfortable.”

You let out a little laugh, “Thanks.” You can see him smile a little, and you start to think he’ll open up tonight. 

You get into bed, and your met with Timmy’s back. “Goodnight.” You wait a bit with no response from him, and decide to turn away from him. You can’t help but feel a little disappointed. Maybe you got your hopes up, maybe you’re just starting to realize Timmy isn’t giving you what you need from him. But Andy does. He’s considerate, he’s smart, he’s comforting, he’s yours. He’s a little secret that you tell nobody, which excites you; while all of your friends know about Timmy. They all joke about the openness of your relationship with Timmy, chopping it up to “Well you’re definitely not his only one. There’s no way. You should definitely be seeing other people.” Little do they know… you are.

“Hey, Y/N?”

Your thoughts are cut short. You turn your head to take a look at him, “Yeah.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Everything… and nothing.”

He turns around and pulls you close. He rolls you over forcing you to face him. The two of you are so close you can feel each other’s heartbeats. “I just wanna say sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?” You look up, but he averts his gaze.

“For not being able to open up as much. I can tell you want me to, but it’s hard. But thank you… for being patient with me.” You can feel your face start to get warm. “I really like you, and I don’t wanna fuck this up.”

“I-It’s okay… don’t worry about it. We’re good.”

He sighs. “I know you’re just saying that to make me feel better, but know that I’ll try to do better. For you.”

You don’t know what else to say. You’re so confused – no, happy – wait, confused – no wait happy. You want to say something, but nothing came come to your mind, nothing will come out of your mouth, nothing will–

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Goodnight.” He pulls you close, and you whisper back,

“Goodnight.”

[rumblelibrary]

"How many times can you look me in the eye and lie to me?" Also with Ernest, break my heart please 💔, I need like angry and broken Ernest

“How many times can you look at me in the eye and lie to me” - with Ernst Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: masturbation, mention of attempted murder

I wasn't ready to write this and when I was, I still wasn't.

Ernst smiled at you, he just woke up to find you laying beside him like very morning, his little corner of paradise, your silky nightgown clinging sensually around your shape, that amazing curve of your body always getting him more and more turned on.

“Good morning, Ernst”

You said to him and he smiled happily whispering it back to you.

“Oh, looks like Dr Schmidt is more awake than you”

The way you giggled and nicknamed his dick would have made him blush if he wasn’t so aroused by your presence.

“Get naked for me, I don’t have time”

You pouted but then you obliged as you stood on the bed slowly giving him a strip tease, you even hummed the music waving your body in front of him.

Your voice only rang through him, the way you sang was pure poetry.

You swayed from side to side as the silk slipped off your skin like water, you picked a moan as you touched over your body as he pumped himself nicely.

“Fuck, show me your ass”

He cursed as he went immediately hard on himself, he was hungry, needy for you and yet he didn’t have time to fully give into the pleasure.

You obeyed, you rolled your hips turning around as your panties made their way down your ass and quickly precipitated to your ankles before being kicked out of the way.

The way your hands moved, the moans that escaped you as your hands travelled between your legs gifting pleasure to yourself.

Ernst was thrown into a very fast orgasm against his own stomach while staring at you.

“Your breakfast is ready now”

You smirked as he chuckled “I hope not this one” he said pointing at his chest as you giggled jumping off the bed.

“I need the calculation for this”

You nodded providing him the answer in a moment, you worked side to side and you were his right arm, always helping him.

“So? How long is it going to take freak?”

Volkov voice made you roll your eyes.

He annoyed you like hell, but he really took a tool on Ernst.

Don’t let him get into you

You typed it on the computer for Ernest to see. He now needed to be focusing on the task ahead instead of the teasing, he pushed his glasses further on the bridge of his nose as he looked up at the screen ignoring the Russian.

Thank you he typed back to you

;) your answer

Nevertheless, the experiments kept failing and you kept working tirelessly with him. Where it was the error? What could it be?

“Ernst, I brought you something to eat” Lin said as she came to the control room and stared up at you for a moment, you leaned your head on side, you glared at her but smiled, it wasn’t even polite as a smile, it was just circumstantial.

“Don’t worry, I don’t need it”

You said it quite harshly earning a look from Ernst that made you turn around and go back to your calculations.

“Forgive her” Ernst said for you and Lin shrugged “I am worried for you” she whispered to him “you’re getting too much into this, it is not healthy, do not listen to Volkov but I need you to be awake and ready more than anyone, you’re our only physic here”

He chuckled lightly “the one who could survive here among you crazy heads” he joked as you looked back at them interacting and frowned lightly.

That evening he was applying some cream to ease the bruise Volkov left on his face after last experiment.

“That man should have been checked, with such a temper he shouldn’t be allowed on the mission” you mumbled as you stared at him while programming the dinner on the big screen to be delivered. Usually you would fetch it but the beating accident pushed Ernst to be asked to go to his rooms earlier than usual.

“I know, but I gave him his fair share and it is good like this. We are all stressed on board, Lin taught me this word which means actually stressed because of the pressure due on the mind, I need to ask her again about it”

“You like her, don’t you?”

You asked it like a firing shot, he rolled his eyes “please, not again with it”

You frowned as he dismissed always that topic but you hated it.

“You think she is more attractive than me?”

“That is not possible” he just said and you looked down at your floral shorts and top coord pyjama.

You looked back at the screen as you downloaded the exercises he had been prescribed before leaving the Earth to keep his back and neck healthy after so many hours on the computer.

“Would you fuck her?”

He glared at you “I said it is a closed topic”

You sighed nodding lightly, you nibbled your bottom lip but just carried on with the evening.

It was like an accident, Volkov was checking the oxygen reserve as always when he started to feel dizzy. He frowned as soon as he realised he rushed to the door. There was a leak. But when he rushed to the door it was locked and not even the code worked to open it.

He really thought it was the end but Lin saw him and with the help of Kiel managed to get him out of there.

Volkov didn’t speak to anyone for the rest of the night.

But Ernst knew perfectly who he had to talk to.

When he came to his quarters and locked the door you were wearing a nice deep blue dress, one of his favourites with off shoulders and a tight skirt, the dinner was ready for him to eat and some soft music playing in the background.

“You’re out of your mind”

He only said that and you looked at him confused “What? Why? Don’t you like salmon?”

“Don’t you play innocent with me Y/N, I saw the codes, you hacked the door, a clean job but you should know I can find your ID print anywhere, even behind the electricity system”

You frowned “I probably messed up, what door got blocked?”

He laughed out loud smacking his hand loudly over his forehead “How can you even be such a liar? Killing Volkov won’t solve anything”

You frowned as he spoke like that “He beat you Ernst”

You said it finally after a long silence “he handles you in that way and punches you and threatens you constantly, I can’t see him do this for more years”

“Killing him is not the solution”

“I was just trying to protect you!!” You screamed to him.

He stood straight in front of you, cringe colouring his features as you stared at him helplessly.

“What do you even know about protection? You’re not even -“

“I love you, that’s what I know”

He looked at you as you said that, the disgust on him turned to pain and then to rage.

“Take it back”

“No”

“I said” he came closer to you, his voice tone lowering “Take it back, now”

You shook your head as you felt tears forming in your eyes, your chest starting to hiccup as you tried to hold back the fear and the sadness of his reaction.

You daydreamed so much of him telling you that little ‘I love you too’.

And yet, here you’re.

“Ernst”

“No, no Ernst, this is over”

You paled up as he moved past you taking his tablet.

“Ernst, but it is true, I love you, I swear, it is love” you said, your voice trembling as your tears started to roll down your cheeks “Every day, you’re my only thought, you’re what I live for, I live to see you smile at me, to see you happy, to see that little quirky smirk you do when all the analysis work. The way you look at me when we are alone, the way you smile at me, share things with me. That’s all I wish for. Please. Please Ernst. You have to believe me”

“Liar.” His answer was dry, filled with anger and disgust, his eyes not even gracing you.

“I am not lying, I can’t lie to you. Ernst. I beg you, talk to me”

“How many times can you look at me in the eye and lie to me??” He shouted at the top of his lungs taking his dinner plate with his free hand and smashing it on the wall in front of him.

“Ernst” yours was a whisper, his name your only reason to live left as fear was now dominating you “please”

He glared at you, jaw clenched, hand locked into fists so tight that his knuckles were white.

He pressed something on the tablet that he still clenched on his side and on the big screen in the room that usually projected a night skyline for dinner appeared a red notification:

Are you sure you want to interrupt the hologram?

Yes - No

You stared at the screen as you closed your eyes, tears rolling even more down your cheeks.

“I love you Ernst”

“You’re not supposed to love, Y/N” his voice betraying the pain simmering after that mask of rage you know too well by now.

The tap of his finger on the tablet screen the last thing you heard before being caged back into your code.

[happyselves]

Drugs ( part 1 ) { Daniel Ricciardo x reader }

" I'm a fucking mess sometimes, you needed me as much as I needed you. We were a drug for each other, but we need to heal and in order to get better I need to let you go "

You watch Daniel in the opposite corner of the room, lost in your thought.He was looking at you like he knew how much it was hurting you to be here, be there for him like you are a simple friend to him. You wanted more, you needed more and you knew he couldn't give you that, not Daniel Ricciardo. You had way too many long sleepless nights talking about it, he did not want a partner before the end of his career, yet until now you were hoping that he would change his mind,until last night. You had one of those sleepless night conversations again and it was the one that made your emotion's vase overflow. You hide so well how your heart broke in millions pieces last night. After all those years of friendship you had to let him go. He was hurting you and keeping you close " as a friend " . He knew now how much you were in love with him when you were doing so well hiding it all together. The smile, the touch, the gaze, you put your best acting for so long but you couldn't anymore. I was toxic for you when all he was, was the best friend you could hope for, always supportive, always here for you, but the more he cared for you the more he made you hope.

Last night was a mess, you both got drunk, both ended up on his room balcony in that beautiful hotel in Bahrain. You laugh for hours until the alcohol hits you both really hard and makes you confess things that you would normally keep to yourself. He starts by rambling about life outside f1, then it comes to your friendship and your brain isn't functioning properly, only your heart was able to make a decision. So when he started describing how perfect your friendship was for him and how essential you were in his life, your heart spoke for you but only in whispers.

You : You have no idea what's going on in my mind.

Dan : What did you say ?

And then you feel the alcohol effect, the one that makes you brave.

You : I said you have no idea what's going on in my mind right now ...

You waited a bit, not daringly looking at him, he was waiting for you to continue, looking at you with a curious gaze in his eyes, very intrigued that he patiently waited until you took a breath and gained enough courage to say what you had in mind.

You : You have no idea how much torture it is for me.

That where you saw his face close itself, the seriousness taking place like he just hit a wall in full force. He realised something, he realised that you weren't happy and his heart broke, you didn't need to say more he got it right away by the tears forming on the corners of your eyes. He realised that the friendship he thought was perfect wasn't, he finally saw after all this year how much you were unhappy. He was so selfish that even if he knew you by heart he didn't see the suffering you were giving him every time you too spoke during a sleepless night. Now he sees it, the pain, the hurt but most important the love and all he could feel right now was his heart aching and sinking into a dark hole.

He was losing you,

killing you,

torturing you,

helding you captive...

At this instant he hated himself so much for wanting to keep you just for him, no wanted to let you go, he wanted you only for him and it was unhealthy cause he knew that he couldn't give you what you needed from him. He felt sick to his stomach, he was toxic for you but you were a drug for him, he needed you to be well, to do well, to be happy. This man was confused because he didn't know how to explain his own feeling, he didn't know if it was love, possession, friendship, ownership, the only thing he was sure of was that without you he would be nothing. His mind needed to be clear, he needed to act fast before you left him for good, he needed to make sure of what he was feeling ...

So that night, under the stars, on this balcony, both of you were drunk. On this sleepless night, he grabbed the chair you were sitting in and brought it close to him with a firm attention to put an end to this. You got so surprised by his sudden gesture that you almost fell, he caught you with his arm like he always does when you are about to strumble. His arms having a firm grip on your waist he never let go of you, he didn't intend too even for a second until he was sure of what was going on between the two of you and you felt a tension building between your bodies. You dreamed of this for so long but living it was beyond every expectation because as soon as you ended up on his legs, it was like your soul left your body admiring this moment from afar, but you never felt more alive. Your skin was burning, your head spinning as the sight of him getting his face closer to you. He hesitates for a second that lasts an eternity for you before closing the gap between your lips and pressing his onto yours. They were soft, like kissing a cloud and your eyes shut themself automatically to make this moment captured in your brain forever cause you knew it would be a one time thing. You didn't want to think of this not right now, not when the man who was kissing you softly was here doing what you've always wanted and you were determined to show him how useless words were useless in this instant.

His lips still on yours, no moving like he was waiting for something, an approbation from you to make a move, you didn't realise that you were overthinking so much that you didn't respond to the kiss but the alcohol in his system wasn't letting him pull away just yet, and you were glad for it because you could react just in time and open your mouth to catch his lips, licking the dry spot on it, making them yours and only yours for what could last some longs minutes. His whole body relaxes and he releases a sigh he didn't know he was holding, his hands finally leaving your arm to fiercely grab your neck and making your forehead touch each other, deepening the kiss, introducing his tongue to the party. It was becoming sloppy and you were so intoxicated that your head was feeling dizzy but you weren't sure if it was because of the toxicity running through your veins or the way Daniel was eating you literally alive, like you let nobody do before. Your cold hands were finding their place at the hem of his shirt, pulling the last millimeters separating you from him. You wanted to feel him everywhere on your body as much as possible, the burning sensation was addictive and you needed more, you needed more of him ... again and again, savoring the few stolen moments.

But you had to let go, you couldn't breathe anymore, and he had too but it felt like he didn't want to. Coming back to reality was brutal for both of you as it seems to appear when you both pull away from each other, not moving your hands to lean on the contact, the fire and electricity who was roaming between your two bodies. At this point you couldn't open your eyes yet, you couldn't face him, face his terror of what you had just done, face the saddest of a lost friendship ...

His hand moves to caress your cheek, and like a fool, you lean to it, purring like a cat enjoying being petted. His thumb was stroking your skin, encouraging you to finally meet his gaze and when you do so, you've met the most beautiful brown eyes like it was the first time you were really seeing them from a close side. They weren't as light as you remember and his pupil was so dilated, yet so alive, sparkling like the sky during the 4th of July. He wasn't blinking and you weren't either, to scare to miss something , it was even more deep in the meaning that the exchange you just had, so intimate to lock eyes with each others, communicating only with your eyes, wondering what's the other is thinking, quietly battling to know which of you will break the contact first.

It end up being you when you felt your lungs lacking of air, opening your mouth to gather a huge breath of air which bring you a new clarity in your brain and made you jump out of his lap, finding yourself search for the balcony ledge, regretting right away the decision because you were already missing him. He was looking at you, his arms still up in the air where you were a second ago, still shocked from your sudden change of heart. How could you look at him and be around him after that ? You wouldn't dare to meet his eyes right now, deeply ashamed of what you just did. So you didn't and you left without a word, leaving him hanging on his own, leaving the room and probably leaving his life.

You spend the remainder of the night crying in your room, grieving the loss of the friendship you had with him, hoping to disappear from this place and not meeting him in the morning.

But that was without counting on the elevator taking too much time to come to your floor and the door of Daniel's room opening. It was too late for you to run and take the stairs plus you had too much luggages with you to carry. You pull on your best act, like nothing happened last night, hiding your puffy eyes and your miserable face as much as you can in the hood of your oversized hoodie ... his oversized hoodie. That thought made your eyes water again, you were about to betray him, leaving him alone but after like night.

That was where he called your name from the back of that room, and like an idiot you lifted up your head meeting his gaze from afar. He looked at you like he knew ... and your heart broke again replacing it with dust as the elevator's doors finally opened in front of you. You entered it, looking at him one last time.

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