#and it ends abruptly oops

[baalzebufo]

One Star, Brighter than the Rest

y'know what. im probably not gonna get around to writing more of this because im lazy but if it sits in my drafts forever nobody will see it so im posting this fic/drabble/thing. THIS IS for my demon gideon au.

Gideon, at the end of his rope, calls Bill to make a deal. But Bill has bigger plans. Much bigger plans.

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‘I'm finally ready to make a deal.’

The walls of his solitary cell seemed to shift then, as the buzzing in his ears grew into a wild cacophony of laughter. Gideon stumbled backwards away from the chalk sigil on the wall, his vision blurring and swimming as the dream came into being. The crude drawing seemed to pulse, its single eye blinking. Then, a massive beam of light- Gideon shielded his eyes, and the moment his vision returned he was hovering there before him. Bill Cipher.

‘WELL, WELL, WELL! Look who came craaaawling back!’

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The triangle squinted at him, throwing his hands up and watching the child flinch at his voice. Gideon felt his back pressed against the cold stone wall of his cell. He had no time to respond before Bill sprung forward.

‘Geez, you look haggard, shortstack! What's wrong, the warden giving you trouble again?’ His tone was mocking- his tone was always mocking. ‘One of your prison buddies finally got fed up and try to shank you? Oh, wait, my bad. That’s supposed to happen next week! Haha!’

Gideon swallowed hard. He couldn’t let Bill get to him. He had summoned HIM- he’s the one in control. He wasn't playing second fiddle to Bill, not now, not ever. He balled his hands up into fists and steeled his nerves, stepping forward with his nose in the air.

‘Listen to me, demon! I called you here because I- I want to make a deal!’ He glared up at Bill with an unearned confidence. ‘You messed up my plan last time, but I'm givin’ you one last shot to prove yourself to me! Y'all're gonna break me out of this joint!’

Bill's eye widened then, before he threw himself backwards into the air with laughter. Gideon seethed. His arms shook as he puffed himself up, standing on his toes. ‘Are you LISTENING to me? Do you want to make a deal or not!?’

He grit his teeth until Bill calmed down, wiping a tear from his eye.

‘Ohhh, kid! You're KILLING me here! You’re really killin’ me!’ He shook himself from side to side, tutting disappointedly. ‘I gotta say, your lack of imagination would be funny if it wasn't so sad, Gideon.’

‘My-’ All at once, rage flared up inside him. ‘WHAT?’ He roared, fully ready to throw one of his tiny fists into the ‘face’ of that smug isosceles jerk-

‘Don't you GET IT, KID?’ He hovered down to Gideons level, put one arm around his shoulders and tugged him in close. ‘You got a personal genie right here, and all you wish for is to get outta prison? Did you even READ my entry in that book you had? You’ve got NO idea what I’m capable of, and here you are, askin’ me for something you could do with one lousy prison riot.’

He patted Gideons shoulder softly. ‘Look, I get it! You’re probably just worn out from all that hard prison labor, aren’t ya? Your mushy little human brain isn’t working right! So I'll cut you some slack just this once. After all, we’re buddies, aren’t we? Haha, yeah we are.’

Gideon froze up, pushed himself out of Bills grasp. He squinted- then frowned. What was he getting at, here…?

‘What are you ramblin' about?’

Bill's laugh cut through him again. ‘You gotta think BIG, shortstack. Sure, I could help you outta this jail, or I could give you the power to do it yourself. I could make you just like ME!’ Bill threw wide his arms and little sparkles flew from his palms.

Gideon blinked, his jaw slightly agape. Bill took his stunned silence as an excuse to carry on his pitch.

‘I've been working on something special while you've been away, and I've got it all figured out! I could make you a bona-fide demon, kid! You could get my powers with all the perks. Think about it- getting into the nightmares of everyone who's ever crossed you, tormenting their every waking moment! Phenomenal cosmic power, right?'

'You're basically the perfect candidate, too. I mean, look at you-' He gestured vaguely at Gideon- for once in his life, speechless. 'You're almost crazy enough for it. I mean, hey, I saw that time you nearly gutted Pine Tree with those shears! In front of his sister, no less! That was DE-LUXE, kid. No hesitation. You've got the murderous ambition to really go far.'

'Honestly, you're probably the only person in this lousy town who could HANDLE this kind of power. So hey, just this one time, let me make YOU a deal you can't refuse! Haha!'

Bill blinked at him- ‘Wink!’ and held his hands out wide. If he had a face, Gideon could tell there would be the biggest toothy smile plastered on it. He swallowed.

Bill was dangerous. He knew this much. He knew you should never- ever- trust a demon at it's word. And yet...

‘You're insane.’ He muttered, shaking his head. ‘You can't do that, it- it just ain't possible.’

‘Gideon, REALITY IS AN ILLUSION. What's ‘possible’ is whatever I WANT to be possible!’ Bill drifted, floating upside down as he spoke. ‘I defy the laws of nature just by EXISTING, so who's to say I can't do anything I want? You're talking to a criminally insane triangle, kid! Start BELIEVING. Here, let me help you.’

Bill snapped his fingers, a teal flame shooting up from his hand and forming a portal of sorts- within it, figures started to form. Gideon saw…

He saw himself.

He saw himself laughing. He was wreathed in flame yet somehow still cast in shadow in the middle of a chalk pentagram, his five-pointed star burning bright. Gravity Falls around him lay in ruins. He stood in the burning husk of what was once the Mystery Shack. The Pines lay crumpled, crushed beneath burning timbers. The smell of ash and blood thick in the air.

And hovering before him, as if in a deep fairytale sleep, was Mabel.

Sweet, sweet Mabel.

He saw a vision of his victory. All the power he had ever wanted coursing through his veins. Everyone who had ever slighted him was dead by his hand. And his only love- she was all his, forever.

His vision reached out, took her hand so gently. He could almost feel her hand in his, her skin so… so soft. He hadn't felt it in so long. His hands shook, and he reached out.

And then, the vision erupted back into flames with the click of Bill's fingers.

Gideon stood, spellbound, holding a breath he didn't think he could let go. The teal flames still flickering in the back of his mind.

‘Yup, I knew you'd pick up what I was puttin’ down, kiddo.’ Bill flipped himself upright and straightened his little bow tie.

‘It’s about time you got everything you deserve, isn't it?’

All at once, Gideon seemed to snap out of his stupor. He blinked, shook his head. He took a step back again, swallowing down the lump in his throat. No- no… this had to be too good to be true. The devil was a tempter, he knew this much. But if there was a chance- the smallest chance- that this future could come to pass... He hardened his expression as best he could, trying to gain back his swiped upper hand.

‘But wait.. what would you get outta all of this? There's no way you'd be helpin’ me just outta the ‘goodness of your heart’… if you even have one of those.’

‘HAHA! You got me there!’ Bill swiped at him playfully. ‘But I'll have you know I have at least NINE hearts, and several other heart-adjacent organs! Wanna see?’ He wiggled his fingers before sticking one hand straight down into himself- a horrific CRACK sounded along with a spray of what looked like television static, a horrible thick black something trickling out to the floor down his arm- up to the elbow in his chest. It took all of Gideon's willpower not to scream.

‘Answer the question!’ He snapped. Bill huffed, let his hand flop out of his body- the relief when he didn't drag some sort of horrific organ out was palpable. He brushed himself down, the wound closing as easily as it had appeared.

‘Okay, sheesh! Keep your hair on.’ Bill rolled his eye, leaning forward. ‘Obviously, I wouldn’t do it for free. We can do a trade. I’ve got some stuff I need to finish up in the physical realm, see. So I’d just-’ He mimed jumping with his fingers. ‘- hop on into your body for a bit. Temporary possession.’

‘My body-!?’ Gideon clasped his hands over his heart, realizing his back was pushed against the wall again. Bill wanted to POSSESS him?

‘Yeah! Geez, you look like you’re going to pop an ulcer, kid. You wouldn’t be in it, obviously!’ He scoffed. ‘We take you out, put me in, you get all my powers an’ I get to use your chubby little hands to finish some personal business. I won’t even keep it that long. Think of it like a vacation! And when I’m done with it, you get my powers for keeps. There’s basically no downside!’

Bill floated down to the floor and folded his hands together. He shrugged. 'It's all up to you now, kid.'

Gideon got very quiet. He took in a deep breath, then hopped up to sit on the edge of the metal slab they called a ‘bed’ in here. He fiddled with the fringe of his blanket, chewing on the inside of his cheek in thought. Bill was surprisingly silent as he watched him struggle with this. Then, he hopped up next to him on the cot.

‘Listen to me, Gideon. You've always known you were different, right? I mean, hey. You were born a freak. I get it! I was born a freak in my world, too.' Gideon frowned, but Bill held one hand up to stop him from interrupting.

'I GET it. They only call us freaks 'cause they can't handle that we might be BETTER than them. It happened to me once- now it's happening to you too. They want you to roll over and conform, to bury your head in the sand and be ''normal''. Well, that ain't gonna happen!'

‘And it's because fate had something bigger in store for you. Why do you think you were born different? Why do you think you're so much smarter than everyone else here? Hell- why do you think YOU found that journal in the woods, and not one of the village idiots?'

'It wasn't dumb luck, Gideon. It was fate.' Bills voice grew... darker. More intense. It prickled at the fear response in Gideon's head, and yet... he found himself entranced, somewhat.

'I saw you had potential. I knew you were destined to do more than sell cars, grow old, and die. You could be so much more. So I kept my eye on you until I knew you were ready for it. Now's the time, Gideon. I see EVERYTHING.'

He looked up- Bill was hovering in front of him, now. His eye was glowing with a vision of the void. Within its depths, universes swirled. Galaxies shifted in their positions. And at its heart he could see one star, shining brighter than the rest.

‘And you can see, too. All you need to do is-

shake.

my.

hand.’

He extended his arm forwards, and it erupted in a familiar cold blue flame.

‘And I'll show you.’

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Gideon swallowed hard. Nothing good would come of this. He was making a pact with a demon. One that had ended poorly, before- how badly would it end THIS time? What if Bill was lying? What if their plans were foiled before completion? What if, what if, what if, part of him repeated.

But the other part of him… the selfish, cold, cruel part of his heart burned brighter than ever. Ever since his amulet and his journal had been taken away and he had been thrown into this cell, he’d felt powerless. He had crawled his way up from being ostracised, weak, and alone to basking in fame and fortune. And then it had all been taken away.

No longer loved, and barely even feared. What did he have in here? A handful of schmucks who gave him their seconds in the mess hall? How long would it be then, until THEY tired of him, too? They’d cast him aside eventually. And then he would have nobody and nothing but a cold, dark cell and a life to regret.

He needed that power back. No- he needed more. He needed enough to wrestle the world back into his hands. To know that all he had to do was will it, and it would be crushed back into stardust.

His eyes were cold. He looked up.

‘It’s a deal.’

He took Bill's hand.

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[theringers]

What about those sub charles in the brain dump? Mmm

oops this took me forever to respond to, the creative braincells show up when they decide to show up

& they decided to show up when i’m 1 espresso martini deep and currently shaking #2

smutty thots under the cut 🙂

charles would love a good strip tease for sure and not in a weird way with music and cheesy moves but in the way where he’s in awe of how dumb horny he gets when you start taking your clothes off in front of him

imagine his chest rises and falls while he’s seated on the couch, hands on his spread legs trying to keep it cool but his pants are tight and his mind is flooded with you

you don’t even have to do a stupid little dance, the sway of your hips have him in a trance.. and as you unbuckle your bra, you swear you see him drool a bit

as you step closer, his hands instinctively reach above his head as if he’s begging for you to grab his wrists and have your way with him

and he’s always willing to submit with a stupid lil grin on his face bc he loves to watch you do your thing

and aghhhhh his hands finally grabbing at your hips because you love to torture him just a little too much for his liking

[hypnagogics]

Okay.. but like, loser ellie but she’s also a stoner and explains the entire lore of spider man to you while you’re trying to have seggs and she’s like stoned out of her mind and yapping about literally spider man 😭

before you read!!

☆: THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM CRYING LMFAO had me dying for like 10 mins straight. this is longer than intended bc im a yapper as we know, and i kinda don't know much of the spiderman lore (and you can def tell oops)…BUT I LOVE THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKS NONNIE.

◇: sfw but suggestive themes. warning: FAR from my best work, just wanted to keep momentum going ig. basically just fluff, lots of buildup as usual SORRY i have to establish a plot before we get to the good stuff…they're of age obviously, their relationship is left vague/up for interpretation so fill in the blanks w/ your own thoughts! “babe” pet name usage, consumption of weed, duh. ok i suppose that's all. OH AND SBWM REFERENCE HAHAHA (shameless self plug :3) + 1.0k wc.

One nice, regular night, chilling at Ellie’s humble abode, getting high, the usual Friday evening activities. You both were laying down in her bed, wrapped up in her dinosaur bedsheets of course, you were resting your head on her chest, occasionally coughing and swatting away the residual smoke that lingered in the air.

The weed had made your head fuzzy and your mouth drier than the Sahara desert, but despite all the not-so-great things, you loved to get high with Ellie.

Sometimes you'd fuck, sometimes you'd talk about life and reminisce about the good, the bad, and the ugly, and sometimes you'd just lay there to enjoy each other's company.

She was so warm and comfortable, you simply wished to merge bodies and become one with her, to make a home inside her ribcage even. You'd be perfectly fine just napping there on her cushiony chest, listening to her steady heartbeat and slow intakes of breath, if it wasn't for the familiar ache of need between your legs.

Shifting to look up at her, she was so incredibly zooted out of her mind, you found it hilarious. Chunky glasses covered in fingerprint smudges and sitting crooked atop her nose, eyes blood-red and so heavy lidded, you'd have thought she was asleep had you not taken a closer look.

You lifted yourself up and pressed your lips to the side of her pink cheek, repeatedly kissing her soft, smooth skin. She let out a husky giggle, her voice all hoarse and crackly from the substance. “Hiiii.”

She dragged out the vowel, grinning widely at you. Her smile was infectious, and you laughed at her state. Burying your face again in the crook of her neck, you mumbled, “Hi Ellie…you're so cute.”

Tangled up together, you kissed her some more on her neck, wanting to be as close as possible to her. She sighed, and angled her head to give you better access to more surface area. “That feels nice.” She'd slur, and you were pretty turned on at this point, to say the least.

It was worth asking. “Ellie…do you wanna fuckkk?” You whisper against her ear, and watch in delight as the bright-red blush spreads across her entire face like a wildfire, even reaching her collar, and spreading underneathyour shirt. “Um, yeah, duh. C’mere.”

You pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips, tangling your hands in her auburn locks and parting your puffy lips to invite her tongue in, not noticing the spit dribble down your chin where your faces met. Her breathing quickened immediately, and she whined into your mouth, the kisses getting even messier to the point where your teeth were clinking together, so you backed away for a breather.

The two of you shifted positions so she was now on top of you, resting her hand on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles. She moved in to initiate more lip-locking, but pulled away abruptly.

“Babe I forgot to tell you, so y’know Peter Parker, right?” And there she goes.

“Yeah, yeah I know him, can you just-” You try to rush past the beginnings of her rambling, because you knew once she got started, there was no end in sight. At least for a while.

You tried pulling her in to meet your lips again by the back of her head, but were met with lots of resistance. She seemed to look more alert now, a miracle. The power of superheroes!

She shuffled off of you and sat upright, assuming a cross-legged position, clearly not noticing your exasperated huffs and purposely obnoxious eye rolling, and the fact that there was a whole-ass human, half undressed, horny girl on her bed right there in front of her, who was slowly losing patience.

Ellie just went to her own world. Her eyes sparkled with passionate wonder as she thought about the series so dear to her heart. “Okay I rewatched all the movies a few days ago and I noticed something new…”

You were ready to give up what you originally had in mind, she was too far gone. She talked and talked endlessly, and you had to feign interest, nodding along and murmuring, “Mhm, yeah Els. Wow that's cool. Huh, never knew.” As enthusiastically as you could, so she didn't feel like she wasn't being listened to.

It was worth noting too though, when she started info-dumping about her interests she really was adorable, an excitement in her grassy eyes you never see otherwise, gesturing wildly with her hands and mapping out ideas to make it easy for someone who's never seen any of it to digest all this new information.

“...And then, in the movies Into the Spiderverse and Across the Spiderverse, there's this character called Gwen Stacy.”

She stops to cough and clear her throat, now seemingly appearing to completely forget that you were even there.

“And- oh yeah! She's also in the comics and ugh she's awesome, I really love her suit. It's got a hood on it…if I were to have a spider suit, it would be her style. Hm, it would also be mostly like, green…with red accents, ah I'm gonna show you all the sketches I made of it. But anyway…”

To be completely honest, you've been out of the mood for enough time now, and you've come to the realization that it actually didn't bother you.

This was Ellie, and you loved her for her! There was always next time you two met for a smoke session, you just loved spending time with someone so treasured such as her, and you'd be lying to say the Spiderman world wasn't a little interesting.

"That's so cool, wait. Okay can you explain the timeline of it all, oh and also how do all these different movies interact, is it the same universe, or something like the multiverse I think you mentioned?”

[mooooonnnzz]

holy shit world/insure made me sob. would you consider doing a part two ? i’m imagining stan and ford telling dipper and mable childhood stories with the reader. they’re vague about it, saying stuff like “they aren’t here anymore” so the twins just think read died. then reading coming back through the portal and they connect the dots. omfg i’m obsessed with this concept.

Word/Insured Part 2

Stanford Pines x Sibling!Reader/Stanley Pines x Sibling!Reader

☆ GUESS WHO FINISSHHHEDDDD!!!

☆ this'll have 2 parts so it's easier to digest, since it's lawnngg so if it abruptly ends, that's just me splitting it

☆ 4,5k words

☆ gender-neutral reader

☆ possible tw: drinking to cope, mentions of suicide, gagging and descriptive chewing? and just angst

☆ srry this lowk kinda took long to write both keyboard and mouse just died on me when i was writing this so i had to find an old keyboard oops

☆ if this does well, i'm considering on making hcs of reader adjusting back to their home dimensions and diving deep into the twins n their trauma !!

☆ that's all. i hope you all enjoy! :3

✶ Stan and Ford hadn’t talked to each other since your disappearance. The anger and hatred that Stan held onto was enough to deter him from even granting a glance at Ford who tirelessly tried to get Stan to talk to him. He’d begin the conversation with ideas he’s thought through the night prior, ideas that most likely secured a chance on bringing you back. But Stan wanted nothing to do with him. His head was shrouded with your screams, the way you yelled out for Stan instilled such a soul-crushing guilt on Stan; he wasn’t sure he’d properly function as a normal human being after this. Not to mention, you and Stan were two peas in a pod, spending 10 years together after the collapse of their family truly brought the pair together, closer than they’d ever thought they would be. And now Stan is going through the same grief he felt when he was kicked out of the house, Ford doing nothing but sparing a sorrowful glance to him as he shouted for his brother, anticipating Ford to do something; to clean his name and everything would go back to normal. But instead, he turned his back on him. The situations were massively different but the pain was eerily still the same. 

✶ Stan would spend majority of his nights clutching your belongings close to his chest. He didn’t care if it looked weird, those were the only things that he had left of you at the moment. Nights were spent crying himself to sleep, envisioning different scenarios where he had caught onto your wrist and pulled you back to the ground, where it was safe, where he was there to protect you. He couldn’t let his mind linger on the idea of you being stranded in another dimension, helpless and lost, not knowing what to do or where to go. The mere thought of it sends his heart crumbling down to his palms, all shredded and shattered beyond repair. He was your big brother, he was supposed to protect you. To keep you safe from harm's way, he betrayed that very promise by leading you to the place where you were taken away from him too soon. And that alone gutted him. Ford would hear Stan sobbing into the night and all he did was lay there in his bed, submitting himself to the torture to hear his brother’s wretched cries. Because, this was his fault. Stan wasn’t shy to tell him that almost every waking moment of the day when he has the chance. The guilt haunts him.

✶ Verbal arguments were pretty common between the pair. Stan mainly started them when he was pulled out of the haze he was in and roughly back to reality. A reality where you weren’t around anymore and that irked him, because who else was at fault other than his idiotic brother? “Do you ever wonder how more lively this house would have been if ya hadn’t pushed [Name] inside the portal?” His tone was harsh. They carried thick venom to them, his words permanently burning their way into Ford’s brain. “Not this again,” Ford’s heart quivered. He had just recollected himself from yesterday's fight and now Stan wants to barrel through another one? Ford avoided Stan’s glaring eye contact. “Stanley, I told you many times before. I’m sorry! I’m sorry for screwing up, I’m sorry for being the reason why [Name] isn’t here anymore.” Ford’s head tilted back, his eyes staring longingly at the ceiling. “You don’t know how much this eats at me, Stanley.” He blinks away the tears threatening to escape, his head lowering back down to meet Stan’s fiery stare. “But I beg of you, please. Don’t hate me for it. I can’t lose you again, not after losing [Name].” The look in Ford’s eyes was something Stan would never be able to forget, no matter how hard he tried. He looked so broken, so shattered, the shell of someone who once was a prodigy at everything he touched was now crushed to bits; pieces of him scattered, lost to time. Stanley’s anger faded into a mellow irritation. Shifting his hands awkwardly on his chest, his face softened ever so slightly. “Fine,” He grumbled, rushing past Ford, their shoulders roughly rocking against each other. Ford sniffed, wiping the tears off his face. This was a new development. A spark of hope flickered in Ford. 

✶ Alcohol and cigars were Stan’s life vest. He’d rob a few packs of beer and down them within two days. It wasn’t healthy, but at least it distracted him from everything that was happening, right? Stan was pretty much drunk every day, and if he wasn’t, he was out on the porch smoking cigars, hoping that one day Ford would find him dead on the floor with beer cans surrounding him, his last moments spent thinking about how much he missed you. Stan wasn’t an angry drunk much to Ford’s surprise, considering how he spent his times where he was sober yelling at Ford, rather he’d rot away on the couch or floor, silently crying to himself in a puddle of his own tears. Many times Ford would have to pick up Stan, rest him on the couch and try to sober him up. And it wasn’t an easy task to do, picking up Stan with his weak arms was a workout for Ford. “Why couldn’t I save them?” Stank drunkenly babbled out, his head swaying side to side. “Don’t move too much, Stanley. You’ll give yourself a headache.” Ford warned, propping his head up with a pillow. “If I wasn’t so slow, [Name] would still be here.” Stan hiccups, his eyes glistening with tears. No matter how many times Ford hears Stan painfully talking about you, it still hurts the same and even more. “It’s not your fault, Stan.” Ford said, pulling a blanket up to his chest. “It’s not yours either.” Stan’s hand patted Ford on his face, thinking that it was his head. When Stan pulled his hands away, tears were streaking down Ford’s cheek. Hearing Stan tell him that it wasn’t his fault healed a piece of him and that quickly triggered the waterworks. “There, there, brother.” Stan patted Ford’s back as he sobbed into his hands. “It’s not my fault,” He repeated in loud sobs. “It’s not your fault.” Stan echoes. 

✶ Ford handled his grief and stress by huddling himself in the lab, isolating himself from Stan’s drunken state and researching his work. Trying to find loopholes that he can tie them close with a workaround, with a quick fix that would bring you back. Cans of beer were discarded around his lab, just the same as upstairs. But he wasn’t downing beers like Stan, he chugged one or two to dull out the ache in his heart, to keep it from distracting him. He knew when to stop and limit himself. He wasn’t dependent on alcohol. Sleep was something Ford considered useless. That would only distract him from his work, from his progress. Stan walked into the lab, puffing a gray smoke of air out onto the air. Your absence has bestowed so much despair onto the pair and he hadn’t realized until this very moment. Walking over to Ford, he placed a hand on his back. He was messily sleeping on top of his work, glasses hanging off his face, mouth open, drool dribbling down to his arms and paper. His dark circles were so dark and he was unshaven, chin stubbly with hair. Has he been getting any sleep? He wouldn’t know because he’s always drinking the day away. Stan internally groaned at himself. Not only has been neglecting himself, he’s been neglecting his brother. Burning out the cigar, he grabbed a blanket from upstairs and draped it over Ford. “Sleep tight, Stanford.” He said, gingerly squeezing his arm. Stan sat right next to him, wanting to keep him company and dozed off. When morning came, Ford awoke to Stan’s head colliding with his chair. For that one morning, Stan’s snores were music to his ears. 

✶ “S-Stanley!” Ford’s body lunges up from the couch when he sees Stan briskly pass by him and into the kitchen. “I-I’ve done some research and I-I think I found a way to get [Name] back!” He stumbles over his words, the lack of sleep weighing heavily on his foggy brain. The only thing that is keeping him up as of now is coffee he had been taking in shots for the past few days. The way he moves is fidgety and erratically and Stan takes notice of that. Pouring a cup of coffee for himself in a mug, he leans his back against the counter. “You need sleep, Stanford.” He brings the rim of the mug to his lips, his eyes never leaving Ford’s trembling figure as he takes a big gulp from his coffee. Ford couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Stan spoke to him! It was measly four words, but that’s more than he has ever said in the past five months, that wasn’t angry nonsensical words that were being thrown at him or depressing drunken babbling. “No, there’s so much to be done.” Ford runs a hand through his unkempt hair. “You need to hear me out. We need to find the other two–” Stan shushes him. “I won’t talk to you until ya sleep, Stanford. Don’t you bother trying to back out from this.” He looks at Ford with a stern expression, almost the same one Mom wore whenever he warned Ford to not do anything stupid in the backyard with Stan. “B-But!” Stan doesn’t hear his weak objections, he’s already out of the kitchen before Ford can conjure a good enough excuse. With a groan, Ford trips over his own feet while he makes his way back to the couch. Pushing all his research and books off the couch and onto the floor, he topples over the couch. When his head crashes on the soft plush of his sofa, his body automatically shuts off, revealing how dangerously tired he was. His eyes fluttered close and it didn’t take long for him to crash out on the couch. Stan came in to check on Ford and was pleasantly pleased to see his twin at last getting the rest he deserved. 

✶ Clinking his fork idly on the ceramic plate, Stan watched Ford make breakfast. Originally Stan was going to prepare breakfast, but Ford saw he was cooking and pushed him out of the kitchen, telling him that it was “his treat,” Stan couldn’t even utter a single word to him. He just wanted simple scrambled eggs and toast and now he’s left to fear for his life as Ford concocts a science experiment for his breakfast. “And for you breakfast, Stanley.” Ford swoops in, leaning forward as he shuffles the plate of food onto the table. “Scrambled eggs and buttered toast,” Ford smiles knowingly, placing his breakfast down. He had the same breakfast but the crust of his toast was cut off. “I don’t even know why I doubted you.” Stan scoops up the scrambled eggs with his fork and shoves it in his mouth with giddy excitement, a display of emotions Ford hadn’t seen in over 10 years. Who knew a simple breakfast would get him so happy? “Still being a baby about the crust?” He points to Ford’s crustless buttered toast with his fork, mouth muffled with food still being chewed in his mouth. Ford cringes at the sight of mashed up food in Stan’s mouth, suppressing a gag as he nods his head. “Chew your food before talking, Stanley! We’re not kids anymore.” He rasps out, his palm covering his mouth, his body shuddering with full body heaves. “Alright, alright!” With a loud gulp, he swallows his scrambled eggs. “Happy now?” Said Stan with a roll of his eyes. “Maybe not,” Using his other hand, Ford pushes the plate of eggs away. “Don’t want to eat anymore,” Stan shrugs, pouring the scrambled eggs on the plate. “More for me!” As Stan is chowing down on his eggs, Ford regains his composure. Though, he couldn’t watch Stan eat his eggs without the image of the yellow goopy food in his mouth so he averted his gaze to his hands. 

✶ “[Name] sure had grown up the last time I saw them.” This was Ford’s feeble attempt at sprouting a conversation with Stan, but he soon regretted what he said when he realized the fragility of the topic. Stan blinks, stunned. A beat passes and Ford’s ready to divert the conversation to another topic when Stan replies with a weird look on his face Ford can’t quite catch. “Well, yeah,” Stan looks off to the side. Ford lets out a breath of relief, Stan wasn’t upset at the mention of you. “They left with me when you and Dad kicked me out and we haven’t seen each other since then.” There’s a distant look in his eyes when he speaks, his words carrying a light anger to them ever so slightly. “How were th–” Stan shoots up, the chair skidding behind him. “Just because we’re all chummy now doesn’t mean you get to ask all about [Name].” The sudden shift in his emotions slapped Ford right in his face. “I’m sorry.” Ford whispers. Stan clicks his tongue, uttering to himself before shaking his head. “No, I’m sorry.” Stan rubs the sides of his head with his fingers. “Let’s not talk about them right now, okay? I don’t think I’m ready yet.” Stan pulls the chair to him and sits down. He rests his head on his fist, eyebrows pinched together with a long frown on his face. “I didn’t mean to blow up on ya like that.” Stan looks Ford in the eyes, and he could see the sincere sadness swimming in his eyes. “It’s okay, Stanley. Why don’t we talk about what you do for a living?” With that, they eased themselves into a comfortable conversation, with a few hiccups here and there, but in the end, the twins both had a soft smile adoring their faces.

✶ The repairing of the portal was a stepping stone that repaired Ford’s and Stan’s relationship. They weren’t going to lie and say that their relationship now was perfect, they still had their moments of anger and differences, but with a lot and a lot of patience, their bond was soon regaining its spark. “Whaddya think, poindexter?” Stan slapped a sloppily written plan on how to fix the portal in front of Ford. “What is this?” Ford looked at the piece of paper like it was garbage. “A plan to fix the portal, isn’t it obvious?” Stan snatched his paper back up, eyes speedily reading his work, doubting his work. “Stanley, that is unnecessary. I have the blueprints to fix the portal.” Discarding his plan, he slapped his hands enthusiastically, rubbing them together. “Alright! So where are they?” Ford sucks in a breath. “In the other journals.” Stan nodded his head slowly, as if that information was already obvious. “And where are the other journals?” Ford coughs into his fist, speedily saying; “I hid them.” Stan looks at him weirdly. “Can’t we just unhide them?” Ford rubs a hand up against his prickly cheek. “That’s the thing. I may or may not remember where I hid them.” Closing his eyes, he braced for the gust of angry yelling. “you WHAT?!” Stan’s hands flew to the side of his head. “How do you forget where you put them?!” Stan made a mental note to mark down how many times Ford screwed up, so far he has two. He has a long way to go before he could be anywhere near Stan’s record. “I was in a flurry of panic! I wasn’t thinking straight.” Stan groaned, smacking his face with his hand. “Was it at least in Gravity Falls?” Stan had his fingers crossed. “Yes, obviously.” A triumph “Yes!” leaves Stan. “Okay, let’s get digging then!” 

✶ Stan severely underestimated how truly difficult it would be finding one of the books in a forest that seemed like it stretched out for miles. Every turn looks the same and whenever he’d think he’s making progress, he’s right back where he started, at least he thinks he is. Frustrated, he bangs his head on a tree. The sound of metal clanging rang in his ears and shook through the tree. He groaned, holding his head with one hand as he curiously examined the possible metal tree. “Stanley!” Ford came running to Stan’s side, panting heavily. He wasn’t used to running for more than 5 seconds, and that was evidently proven with his flushed face and out of breath wheezes. “This tree is metal,” Stan notes, taking a few steps back, winding his leg back and hammering his shoe into the tree. The tree simply shook, the metal sound nowhere to be heard. “What?” Stan can feel his brain heating up, he couldn’t make any sense of this. The tree he kicked felt like a tree, not some metal contraption. It was only when he knocked his head—An idea springs to mind. Leaning his head back, he slammed his head on the tree. Shocked noises sputter out of Ford as he watches Stan rub the sore spot in his head. “There’s something here,” He gestures to the general area where he smashed his head in. “I can see that!” Ford walks up to the tree, knuckles gently knocking on the metal plate that was disguised as a tree. His hands move around the tree, searching for a way to open the plate. His fingers snag on an elevated piece of tree and with his fingertips, he swings it open, revealing a control panel. The memories of constructing this rush to his mind. “I remember now!” He flips a switch, his head turning over to where the large log rested. In front of it, a patch of grass was pulled back to unravel the hidden place where book three was. Ford eagerly snatched the book in his hands, showcasing it to Stan. “Great job, Stanford!” He claps Ford’s back. “So where’s the other one, you remember?” Unfortunately for the both of them, Ford doesn’t remember. He had seemed to bury most of his memories after meeting Bill Cipher, anything beyond that point was an empty mess for him.

✶ With the two books in hand, they managed to tinker and repair the damage to their best efforts. After each exhausting night in the lab, he’d attempt to pull the lever in hopes that whatever they did that day would work and to their utter disappointment, it never dislodge from its spot. “Man,” Stan wipes his forehead with his forearm, sweat glistening on his arm. “For a brainiac like you, I would’ve never imagined you being terrible at building this!” Stan barked with a laugh. Ford scoffed, his attention laser focused on fixing a part of the machine. “How did you manage to build the portal in the first place?” Stan wondered, the flashlight he was using to help Ford see what he was doing began to steer away. “Stanley,” Ford snapped. “The light!” Stan jolted up in surprise, the light quickly going back to Ford. “Sorry,” He sheepishly said. “But seriously, how did you build this?” He looked at Ford curiously. “I had an assistant.” Ford mumbled, a leak of oil dotting his clothes. He hissed, grabbing a tool off the ground to fix whatever started leaking. “Had? What happened?” Ford hummed happily. He had fixed the leak. Placing the tool back down to the floor, he directed his attention to Stan. “He quit.” Ford scratched his head, unintentionally smearing oil on his cheek with his hand. “Why?” Stan tossed him a piece of clean cloth, silently motioning to his cheek. Ford took it, wiping his cheek with the cloth. “He, uh,” If Ford told Stan that he went inside the portal momentarily and came out completely traumatized, Stan would go berserk on him knowing that you went inside the exact portal that mentally ruined Fiddleford. Ford did not want to go back to the arguing and suffocating silence so he lied. “He just thought what I was doing was unethical.” That wasn’t a complete and total lie, but it was far from the truth. Stan bought the lie fortunately for Ford. “Glad at least someone had the brain to call a quits!” 

✶ Before they knew it, they were tremendously low on money. Stan was the unfortunate one to discover this revelation. On a quick supply run, Stan had gone to the grocery store and stock up on some food. When the cashier rang up him, totaling his price to 30 dollars, Stan had pulled out a penny, paper clip and a wrapper. Mentally cursing Ford for spending all his money on unnecessary science stuff, he weakly smiled at the cashier. “Can you hold onto my groceries for a quick second?” The cashier nodded their, a big bright smile on their face. “Of course, stranger!” And right when Stan was going to snag the groceries bags in his hurried rush, a woman spoke from behind him. “Hey, that’s no stranger! That must be the mysterious science guy in the woods!” She points, gathering a crowd around Stan. “Ah, no. That’s my nerdy twin brother.” Stan says, causing the crowd to coo in interest. “There’s two of them?” Someone in the crowd asked. “He probably cloned himself just so he could do two things at once!” Someone else said. “That’s probably what happened. I’ve heard strange stories about that old shack.” Toby Determined spoke up. “Yeah! Mysterious lights and spooky experiments!” Daryl added. “Gosh, I’d pay anything to see what kind of shenanigans you get up in there!” Pa said. Susan perked up at that. “Oh, me too! Do you ever give tours?” 

✶ A sly smirked pulled to Stan’s face. He had the perfect idea. “Yes, I do give tours! Ten…no-no fifteen bucks a person!” The crowd erupts in cheers, waving their green bills around. “Is it possible we get to see the man of mystery himself?” Susan questions. “Hmm, I’m not sure.” Stan eluded them to think that there was no possible way to get to Ford to gauge their reactions. And what they gave him sent adrenaline rushing through his veins. “You know what?” The crowd lightens up with hope. “Fifty bucks if you all want to see the man of mystery himself!” Another boisterous cheer from the crowd. “And what did you say your name was, twin of mister mystery?” Stan smiled proudly. “Stanley, Stanley Pines.”

✶ The crowd bustles into the shack, ooo’s and aaa’a left their mouths in awe of the place. “Step right up folks to a world of,” he pauses for a moment thinking. “A world of enchantment!” He gestures to all the wild findings. Grabbing a dial box with two antennae, he showcases it to the crowd. “Behold! The um, nerdy science box.” Susan looked at it with interest. The device rumbled to life and zapped her in the eye, rendering it closed. “Ah, my eye!” She covers her closed eye, stumbling back. “Uh, I can assure you, that is no way permanent!” He offers an uneasy smile. “I paid sixty five dollars for this!?” With Susan’s comment, the whole crowd erupted in complaints. Quickly thinking, he grabs a skeleton and makes a half-assed joke where the last customers didn’t make it out alive. The crowd laughs at his horrible joke and Stan smiles. “What is with all this ruckus?” Ford walks in, irritation evident on his face. “Is that him?” Someone excitedly shrieks from the crowd. “Oh my god, it is! Take my money!” Wads of dollar bills get thrown at Stan who was making a great effort to make sure he caught all of them. “Stanley, what did you do!”

✶ After answering a few questions he was coaxed into, (they stroked his ego), he kicked them out, accidentally saying that they could return another time before closing the door, smacking himself in the head. “What was that?” Stan turned over to Ford,  buckets of money shoved inside into his shirt. “I got us money! And look how much we got!” He pulls a ten dollar bill from his stack in his shirt. “Stanford, this the best thing that’s ever happened to us so far.” Ford looks at him, unsure. “I’m not a fan of ripping people off,” Stan’s hands fall to his sides. “It’s their choice to throw money at me like a madman. Listen, if we get more money, we can stock up on good materials to fix the portal, like really good parts and we can finally bring [Name] back.” Ford stewed in his thoughts for a little more. He hated to admit, but Stan was right. With a little more money, they could be sailing straight to victory with a higher chance of your return. Ford let out a defeated sigh. “Fine, but I don’t want you to mess with my stuff, got it?” Stan beamed brightly. “I promise!” He broke that later on. 

✶ Gradually, the scary shed in the woods turned into a tourist spot people would frequent. Together, they advertised the shack by plastering various signs and posters all over the woods. They even went as far to tape advertisements onto people’s windows. Ford wanted to use actual beasts he had found in the woods to show to people, but in the end they all ran away, horrified for their lives. Ford was respectfully peeved because when he’d glance over to Stan, he had somehow had the crowd hanging on to every word that spilled out of his mouth. And when he’d show the crudely sewed animal he had made within five minutes before the tour started, they all gasped in delight, their money flying to him. “How do you do it?” Ford asks as Stan closes the door, reveling in the pool of money he had made. “I just say whatever comes to mind.” Stan shrugs. “But none of your stories make any sense logically! How did they believe in a half beaver half bat?” He gestures to the taxidermy animal. The beady eyes were slowly sliding off its face, leaving a trail of glue. “Hey, the people love to spend their money on things that are obviously fake, weirdly enough.” The door rattles with a knock. “Wanna take this next crowd? I gotta sort this money.” Against his will, not really, Ford opens the door and flashes an award winning smile he had learned from Stan. Cash was already being shoved in his face. At least he earns money for looking good. Ford attempted Stan’s whole shtick and to his very surprise it worked! It wasn’t as good as Stan’s performance, but it worked well enough that people were swarming him with cash. His bitterness from before was quickly washed over and he continued on his act. When the crowd dispersed, satisfied with their tour. Stan was there in the middle, clapping widely. “That was some good acting there, Ford!” Ford smiled, waving him off. “Yeah, yeah. I’m only doing this cause we need the money.” 

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✮ 9. bed sharing — ethan landry MDNI

summary. sharing a bed with ethan turns into something more

warnings. dick!ethan (he gets better ^o^), enemies to lovers type beat, smut, language, riding

word count. 1.1k

a/n. def got carried away, so i think i rushed at the end oops lol. also this is going to be put on my regular masterlist as well as my kinktober list because it’s so damn long lmao

“what do you mean i have to share a room with ethan?!” you asked, completely flabbergasted at this sudden information.

anika and mindy had only booked three rooms when the group decided to go on a trip together. sam and tara sharing the second room while you and ethan share the other.

chad was sick the day before everyone was supposed to leave so mindy just decided to cram you and ethan together.

“im sorry, babe,” she said, frown on her face as she tried spewing out ideas to make it better.

“he’s going to hate this,” you pointed out, looking past her to see where he was, “he’s going to hate me.”

“well, more than he already does,” you added under your breath.

you and ethan had a…rocky relationship, to put it nicely.

he absolutely hated you. with the mean side comments and the not so subtle shoves he would give you when in passing.

it hurt because you actually liked ethan, when joining the group you actually found him cute.

you would see the way he conversed with others, the nerdy, kind ethan he would be in front of the group.

but with you it was different, for whatever godforsaken reason.

“ethan’s not going to hate you,” anika chimed in, giving you a look filled with pity as you sighed in annoyance.

“ethan’s not going to hate who?” a voice asked from around the corner, the devil himself making his way round before stopping a few feet away from you guys.

his eyes immediately fell on you, a sour look taking over his face as he narrowed his brows at you.

not being able to hold his gaze, you looked at the ground with a huff.

“there was a mix up apparently,” you mumbled, looking at your feet as you forced out the next words.

“we’re sharing a room.”

his mouth went agap and a certain glint flashed in his eyes, but you weren’t aware since you were looking down.

“no way, id rather rip my hair out one by one than share a room with her.”

“first off, fuck you,” you spat, your head shooting up as you glared at him, “second, i told you,” you turned towards the girls.

“guys give it one night! then we’ll figure something out. right now it’s late,” mindy sighed, giving attention to how late it had already gotten.

“sam and tara already went up, let’s go.”

the room was small and…cozy, to put it nicely.

and to make things worse, there was only one bed.

“im taking the bed,” ethan announced, tossing his suitcase on the mattress before kicking off his shoes.

“where am i supposed to sleep?!” you asked, watching as he narrowed his eyes toward you with a chuckle.

“on the floor? outside? i couldn’t care less.”

“dick,” you muttered.

“what did you say, brat?”

“just forget it,” you scoffed, shoving past him and heading into the bathroom.

after brushing your teeth and taking off your makeup, you changed into your pajamas and left the bathroom.

the lights were already off, the soft glow from the moon outside shining through the room.

you could see ethan sprawled out on the bed, resting comfortably on the cushioned mattress.

walking over to him, you shoved his side, almost pushing him off as he sat up abruptly.

“what?” he hissed, shooting you a dirty look as you rolled your eyes.

“at least give me a pillow.”

“so fucking needy,” he mumbled before grabbing an extra one and tossing it towards you.

you didn't know how long you were awake for, tossing and turning, your body aching from the roughness of the floor.

"god, could you stop being so loud?" ethan's sudden voice boomed through the silence.

"says the one who has the bed," you spat back.

before you could process what was happening next, you felt two strong arms snake around your waist and hoisting you up on the bed.

"there," he mumbled, "now stop complaining."

it was a tight fit, the bed was so small it was probably a twin.

you could feel your back pressed against ethan's chest, his hands uncomfortably resting by his sides because if not there, they would have to rest on your hips.

"y'know how angry you make me?" he suddenly whispered, voice so quiet you almost missed it.

"what?" you asked, afraid of what he'd say next.

"how angry you make me," he repeats before adding, "how stuck up you act and think you're better than everyone else."

you furrowed your brows together as you forced yourself to flip over, eyes squinting in the dark to try and read his expression.

"how do i act stuck up? i've done nothing to you," you defend, confusion laced in your voice.

"that's the point. you've never given me a chance."

flabbergasted, you scoff in annoyance, "because you're so mean to me!"

it was silent for a second, the air thick and quiet as ethan tried mustering up words.

"so if i wasn't—wasn't mean, i would have a chance?"

"a chance with me? ethan what are you talking about," you were genuinely confused.

ethan was always mean to you, making remarks about what you wore or how you did your hair, shoving past you when needing to get something, and most importantly sending jabs about how 'ugly' you were.

"i'm in love with you, god damnit."

before you could ask why, why he was in love with you if his actions and words spoke different, you felt his lips clash into yours.

you didn’t know how to react, being completely off guard as he quickly pulled away.

“fuck- im sorry, i-i should have asked i-”

you didn’t let him finish as you leaned back in, kissing him this time gently as he melted into your touch.

you rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as you intertwined your hands together, squeezing ever so slightly.

“you’re so hot,” ethan rasped out, one hand leaving yours to cup your waist as you slowly started to move against him, grinding down on his hardening cock.

“fuck, y/n.”

“want me to ride you?” you asked, innocence laced in your voice as you batted your eyelashes down at him, the moonlight hitting your face perfectly.

ethan could have came in his pants right there, the boy quickly nodding as you lifted yourself up to pull down his sweatpants, his boxers following after.

his cock slapped against his lower abdomen as he let out a sigh of relief, his tip an angry red as you stared in astonishment.

he was big.

“so pretty,” you mumbled, leaning down to kiss his tip as he hissed ever so slightly at the feeling, your pillowy lips sending vibrations through his body.

you quickly took off your pj shorts before doing the same with your underwear, tossing them somewhere random in the room without a care.

leaning down to connect your lips with his, you allowed yourself to sink onto his length, a small cry falling from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut.

‘fuck this hurts.’ you thought to yourself, the feeling of ethan’s hand cupping the side of your face causing a warm feeling to go down your spine.

“doing so good f’me,” he whispered, his thumb stroking your cheek softly as you leaned into his touch.

after what felt like forever, you started to move, the both of you sighing in relief at the friction you two were making.

“just like that, fuck-“ he groaned, head falling back against the pillow as he held both sides of your hips with his hands, helping you bounce on top of him.

“so good, eth” you cried, “so so good.”

you felt your legs tremble as you tried your best to be consistent, ethan noticing as he took hold of the small of your back and leaned you into him.

you rested against his chest, hand wrapped around his torso as he started fucking up into you, small moans leaving your mouth.

“you’re so pretty, you sound so pretty,” he groaned, his hand still on the small of your back as the other cupped the back of your head, “so so pretty. all for me.”

“all for you,” you rambled, nodding in agreement as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form.

“bout to cum, please let me cum,” you begged, snuggling your face deeper into his neck as he cooed you softly.

“don’t need to beg, baby.”

with that, you let yourself release on him, your body stiffening before falling back into him, jolts traveling through your thighs.

ethan followed quickly after, groaning lowly in your ear as he held your hips still, allowing him to dump himself in your used hole.

“so perfect, fuck,” he moaned before letting out a sigh, his hand now stroking the back of your head.

using all the strength you had left, you pushed yourself up to face him, a tired look on your face as you gave him a small smile.

“still hate me?” you mumbled, slightly teasing him but not really. you did believe he hated you, maybe not right at this moment, but things could be different in the morning.

“never hated you,” he whispered, frown on his lips as he pushed the lose strands of hair away from your face.

“im a jerk,” he added.

“a cute jerk,” you giggled softly, causing him to smile just a little—knowing you weren’t being as serious as he thought you would.

“but really, it hurts when you treat me the way you do.”

“i know, and im sorry for everything,” he said, pure sadness in his voice as he leaned into you, forehead meeting yours.

“i think i love you.”

“id hope so,” you snorted, pecking his lips softly before adding, “i mean your dick is in me.”

“can’t you be serious?” he joked.

“fine, i love you too.”

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Johnny X AFAB!Reader| TF141 X AFAB!Reader

MDNI‼️

Part 1 | Part 2

Johnny getting home finally after being away from you for months and feeling feral after all the teasing photos you had sent of new lingerie which then was followed up with a damn video of you grinding on HIS pillow moaning his name. Giggling at the end when you showed him the wet spot, “Wish it was your face love.” Turning the camera up to you, you smiled sweetly, “Come home safe so you can cum in me.” Video ended to soon in his opinion, which he intends to teach you as soon as he has you in the bed, face in the pillow your sweet cunt was grinding on a fortnight ago.

“Next time ye send a sexy little video like that ye better get all of ye’s angles Bonnie.” Johnny moved your phone closer as he thrust his cock deeper you moan ripping through your throat whimpering as you gripped the pillow. “Come now Bonnie, show the camera a little love.”

Johnny moved the camera forward and had it leaning against the headboard your face main view and your ass just above your head, bouncing as Johnny continued to jackhammer into you gummy spasming walls. You cried out as you came for the 3rd time around his cock, “Johnny please cum please! I need it, oh god, there!”

Johnny groaned as he ground his hips into you, squeezing your ass cheeks before patting your hip lightly. You reached out with a shaky hand grabbing your phone stopping the video, for the 3rd time that night you were sending the video to Johnny as he had made you do to the first two videos. Due to your watery eyes and shaky hands you might have accidentally hit the group chat your boyfriend made up of you and his team for game nights and pub nights. As soon as you hit send and Johnny’s phone dinged he turned you over smiling, “Ready for round 4 Bonnie.” As Johnny started kissing a trail to you breasts his phone dinged a few more times making him freeze and look up at you noticing that your phone was recording again and propped up on your pillow aimed at your face, cock drunk and teary.

Pushing pack up he snatched his phone from the bed side table and his eyes damn near burst out his sockets, “Jesus Bonnie you sent the video to the lads.”

“Huh?”

You were so out of it that you weren’t registering his words at all, instead you wrapped your legs around his waist and whimpered.

Gaz 🚁☠️: Well ello to you too gorgeous, is this your guys way of an invite?

If so I’ll be there in 15

Ghost💀🥸: You were moaning the wrong name Love, I’ll be there in 10 to teach you how to say Simon.

Gaz🚁☠️: 10?! Wtf you know I’m already breaking speed limits to just get there in 15 not fair!🤬

Captain🐻💰: Darling, is he not enough? Tell the boy to move aside I’ll be there soon.

Johnny couldn’t remember if he had locked the front door when he had thrown you over his shoulder abruptly before rushing up the stairs to your shared room. That didn’t matter too much considering he heard the front door hit the wall when it was opened feet marching up the stairs.“Damnit Bonnie.”

When the bedroom door shoved open is when you finally got your mind clear of the fogginess and shrinked into Johnny a blush covering your cheeks. “Oops”

Part 2

[fear-less]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 led by blind faith

pairing: harry potter x reader

warnings: smut, first time, ngl ending is rushed, use of y/n, fem reader lol sorry, p in v, unprotected sex oops, hand & blow job, first time writing smut…😭, somewhat jumps right into it, let me know if i missed anything

1.3k words ^_^

a/n: first time writing smut…so it’s not that good but the ending is cause it’s fluffy :3😭 also, false god lyrics as the titled we r cheered (i cant come up w titles so they’re always taylor inspired 🔥)

You and Harry were in your bedroom, after a few days of convincing him to come to yours during the holidays he had finally said yes.

It was 20 past 10, you were on top of him, kissing, the movie playing in the background long forgotten. Kissing was always the farthest thing you two have done, only dating for a few months.

But as the months have gone by, you have slowly been wanting more, more than kissing. nonetheless, you never brought it up to Harry afraid he would not want to go that far just few months into dating.

But now, you didn’t want to stop at just kissing, you wanted to go all the way. so now, here you were sitting on Harry’s lap, legs around his torso making out, few minutes in you started moving your hips, dry humping him.

“Mmm, Y/n, what’re you doing?” Harry said, catching his breath.

“do you want me to stop?” you said smirking knowing he probably wouldn’t want to stop, feeling him get hard beneath you.

“No, please don’t stop” Harry said whining, bringing you back into the kiss. His hands roamed your body, igniting every nerve with a tingling sensation. The soft sighs and gasps that escaped your lips mingled with the sound of heavy breathing, creating a symphony of desire.

Your movements became more urgent and rhythmic, each grind of your hips against his eliciting a low growl from Harry’s throat. The friction between your bodies sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, heightening every touch and kiss

Harry felt the tantalizing edge of release drawing near, his breaths shallow and ragged with anticipation. Just as he was on the brink, you abruptly halted, leaving him whining in frustration as the waves of pleasure ebbed away.

“Why’d you stop?” Harry’s voice cracked with need, his eyes pleading for the blissful sensation to continue a little longer.

You met his gaze with a mischievous smirk, relishing in the power you held over his pleasure. As Harry huffed in mild annoyance, your smirk deepened, knowing the effect your actions were having on him. With a deliberate movement, you peeled off your shirt, revealing a sight that made Harry’s annoyance evaporate into thin air.

Harry’s eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight before him, his breath hitching at the sudden rush of desire that engulfed him. The soft glow of the room cast a tantalizing sheen over your exposed skin, accentuating every curve and contour in a way that left Harry spellbound.

Without a word, Harry reached out, his fingertips tracing the outline of your bare shoulders, a silent plea for permission and affirmation. You met his touch with a subtle arch of your back, inviting him closer, igniting a primal hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface.

The air crackled with electricity as Harry’s lips found yours once again, a fervent urgency driving their movements. Every kiss was a symphony of longing and exploration, each touch a declaration of unspoken desires.

With trembling hands, Harry continued to explore the canvas of your skin, his touch tentative yet eager, as if afraid to break the spell that bound you together. But there was no turning back now, the floodgates of passion had been opened, and both of you were swept away in the torrent of raw, unbridled need.

Soon enough, you found yourself laying on your stomach, in between Harry’s legs. His pants off and left in his boxers, palming his hard on through them.

After a few seconds, you took his boxers off, his cock now in your hands, dragging your fist up and down. Loving how Harry was reacting, seeing him like this made your panties wet, embarrassingly wet.

“Please, use your mouth,” you hesitate for a moment before taking him into your mouth, exploring the length of his cock with your tongue.

His hands finding their way to your hair, pulling at it when wants you to go deeper.

"Oh fuck yes...", he moans, biting his lower lip. His cock throbs against your tongue, wanting more attention as he leans against your bed frame for support.

You take him deeper into your mouth, sucking gently on the head while your hand strokes the rest in time with your bobbing actions. “Mmm, just like that, baby...", he pants, his hips starting to move in rhythm with your mouth.

Harry’s grip in your hair tightens more, jerking his hips foward. "Please keep going... I'm close," he whines, his voice strained. "Don't stop now."

You keep going, taking him deeper into your mouth. The thought of making him cum making you eager.

Harry’s breathing is ragged now, his body trembling of pleasure. "I'm gonna cum princess...," he warns, his voice rough from need.

He groans, his hips jerking forward as he empties himself into your mouth. His hot cum fills you up, causing you to gag a little bit as he fills your mouth up, you swallow it and pull your mouth off his still hard cock, you sit up slowly.

Harry grabs your waist and pushes you down onto the bed, your legs now wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck. He takes off your sleep shorts and moves your panties to the side, revealing your glistening pussy.

“You’re so soaked sweetheart..” He whispers, sliding two fingers in you making you moan his name. He pumps his fingers in and out of you in a slowly before taking his fingers out and putting them into his mouth, groaning at the taste.

He loved the sight of you in nothing but your panties, laying underneath him, everything about you would be just so perfect to him, it makes his stomach flutter.

“I need more, Harry, need you inside me” you panted softly, rocking your hips against his hand.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he laughed breathily,

rolling his hips against you again, coating his cock in your already leaking juices before catching on your entrance and achingly slowly sinking into your plush walls and making you arch your back.

“I love you,” he murmured against your neck feeling your wall already fluttering around him. Pulling himself almost completely free of you but thrusts back into you lazily, setting a slow but steady pace that was driving you crazy with each stroke. “I love you so much.”

“Harry, I love you too,” you almost sobbed as your climax washed over you your walls clenching around him tightly.

“I love you more” He grinned, he gives a few more thrusts before allowing himself to fall over the edge and fill you with his warm seed.

In the quiet aftermath, a serene calm settled over the room, punctuated only by the soft sounds of your synchronized breathing. Harry’s arms wrapped protectively around you, his touch gentle and reassuring as he traced soothing circles along your back.

With whispered words of affection and reassurance, you both savored the intimacy of the moment, basking in the warmth of each other’s presence. The tenderness in Harry’s gaze spoke volumes, a silent promise of care and understanding that transcended words.

As the world outside remained oblivious to the shared intimacy you had just experienced, you found solace in the cocoon of love and trust that surrounded you both. Harry’s fingers trailed lazily through your hair, his touch a soothing melody that lulled you into a state of contentment.

In that sacred space of aftercare, boundaries dissolved, and vulnerabilities were embraced. The unspoken bond between you deepened, strengthened by the shared vulnerability and tenderness of the moment.

Together, you reveled in the simple yet profound act of caring for each other, finding solace and comfort in the gentle aftermath of passion. It was in these moments of intimacy and aftercare that the true essence of your connection blossomed, a testament to the depth of your love and the unspoken emotions that bound you together.

[simplyraeblue]

hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning, fem reader

chapter warning/tags: first date, swearing, oral (f receiving), p in v penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it y'all), aftercare!!!, longer chapter oops, yuji is sweetie, lil bit of itafushi! A/N: this chapter is MUCH longer than my usual but I love Choso so much and I had so much I wanted to do in one chapter (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡ but I think you Choso girlies will LOVE IT.

index part ten | part twelve

part eleven word count: 5,313

Choso gave himself a week -  a week filled with contemplation and mulling over the heated conversation he’d overheard between you and Sukuna. he wrestled with his emotions, fully aware that he couldn’t accidentally misdirect his anger towards you. it was tempting to confront Sukuna directly, to unleash his pent-up anger with another punch, but deep down, he knew that wouldn’t be what you needed or wanted.

since your spat in the kitchen with Sukuna, you seemed to have found a new sense of confidence. you were no longer fearful of running into Sukuna at home, your sharp remarks had become frequent again – if only he had the chance to see them.

after you’d knocked him down a peg, Sukuna had retreated into his own world, either locking himself away in his room or disappearing for days on end. you’d noticed the occasional sounds of Sukuna stumbling in, his drunken state letting everyone know he was home as he crashed into walls. but you’d never heard another set of footsteps with his.

guess he really did never call that woman back.

in stark contrast, Choso had become a more constant presence in your life. he would often surprise you with coffee or settle in to watch movies together, something that felt surprisingly comfortable. he had even started to tag along on outings with you and Yuji. Choso’s shift didn’t go unnoticed by Yuji, who seemed all too eager to poke fun.

“so, have you trained your lap dog?” Yuji teased one evening as you both sat over your empty dinner bowls, his grin wide and mischievous.

you rolled your eyes, half-exasperated. “he’s not my lap dog, Yuji. and your constant jokes are only making things more awkward for him.”

“come on, Choso sees right through me. plus, he’s already laid his cards on the table about how he feels, so what’s the harm?” Yuji replied, resting his chin in his hands as he leaned forward.

“how do you feel about it?” you pressed, genuinely curious. Yuji’s approval meant the world to you – if he felt even a hint of discomfort, you’d have to reconsider everything.

Yuji paused, but despite your anxiety, he kept a smile on his face. “honestly? I’m just glad it’s not Sukuna.” he said, a low blow that stung, even if he didn’t realize it. “yeah, he’s my half-brother, but Choso’s a decent guy. after some of the lame dates you’ve had, you deserve something good – even if it’s him.”

you studied his face, seeking further reassurance. “so it doesn’t bother you at all?”

“as long as I don’t walk in on you two fucking on the couch, I’m cool with it.” he said, and you nearly spit out your water in surprise.

“we – I mean, I haven’t even told him how I feel yet!” you sputtered, breathless with embarrassment. “you’re jumping way ahead!”

Yuji burst into laughter, a sound so loud it seemed to shake the walls. “I’m just sayin’, if that’s what you want, then go for it.”

determined to shift the focus back to him, you smirked. “as long as I don’t walk in on you and Megumi fucking on the couch, I’m happy too.”

his laughter cut off abruptly, and you watched as a deep blush spread across Yuji’s cheeks. “you… you know?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“oh, come on. after that weekend at the cabin, it was pretty clear something was going on. you were practically starry-eyed around him.”

“I thought I was hiding it well.” Yuji grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, flustered. “and, you’re okay with it?”

your expression softened, and you leaned across the table to take his hand in yours. “of course I’m okay with it. I’m extremely happy for you.”

if you believed Yuji deserved happiness, then maybe it was time to let yourself embrace the same possibility.

-

so that’s exactly what you did. when you’d returned home that night from dinner, a surge of determination propelled you straight to Choso’s room. with purpose in your steps, you knocked on his door and asked him out on a date, not allowing a single moment for nerves to creep in.

the moment the words left your mouth, a radiant smile spread across Choso’s face, lighting up his features as he eagerly accepted your invitation. 

and now, the anticipated night of the date had finally arrived. despite the fact that you had taken the initiative to ask him out, Choso had gone above and beyond planning every detail of the evening. he wanted to give you a date that was not only fun but also relaxed, easing you into something new. 

as he waited downstairs, Choso’s excitement was palpable, and he was determined to make this the best date ever. the only instruction he’d given you was to dress comfortably, opting for something you could easily move in – a hint that intrigued yet puzzled you.

when you finally arrived at your destination, your confusion turned to astonishment. “rock wall climbing?” you echoed, staring wide-eyed at the towering walls adorned with multi-colored faux rocks. “you’re really making me work for my dinner, huh?” 

Choso laughed softly beside you, his hand resting reassuringly on your back. “it’s a great way to blow off steam and help you get out of your head.” he explained, his tone warm and encouraging.

he gestured toward a nearby bench for you to sit while he stepped away to retrieve climbing shoes from the employee at the front desk. as you watched him walk off, you felt a mix of nervousness and excitement wash over you at the unexpected adventure.

Choso returned, carrying a pair of climbing shoes in his hands. he knelt beside you, taking it upon himself to help you slip them on. “these will give you a better grip.” he explained, his fingers adjusting the straps. the closeness of the moment sent a flutter through you, and you couldn’t help but smile when his hand closed around your ankle to steady your foot.

once you were both geared up, Choso led you to the base of the wall. he pointed out various routes, all marked with different colors. “you can choose any of these.” he encouraged, before pointing to the ones labeled with a white sticker. “these are the easier ones.”

“are you trying to take it easy on me?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“not at all.” he replied, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “I just want you to have fun, and that means finding a challenge that suits you.”

taking a deep breath, you approached the wall, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. there were no harnesses or ropes to hold you up, but you felt the mat underneath your feet to find it was plush and bouncy to prevent fall injury. as you reached for the first hold, Choso stood close by, ready to offer support. “you’ve got this.” he told you, his voice steady and reassuring.

with each move, you felt the initial tension in your body start to fade, replaced by a sense of accomplishment. you focused on the next hold, then the next, and the one after that. as you climbed higher, you could feel Choso’s eyes on you, and it fueled your determination.

Choso couldn’t lie, he was trying so hard to keep himself from staring at your ass in your leggings. he was proud to see you confidently trying something new – and even though he was glad it was him that got you there, he was also glad for the view.

“see, you’re doing amazing!” he encouraged, clapping as you reached a challenging point. 

the exhilaration surged through you as you finally pulled yourself to the top, a rush of triumph flooding over you. you looked down at Choso, who was beaming with pride. “I made it!” you shouted, laughter bubbling up as you took in the view.

“now, just climb back down. if you need to jump you can.” he called back, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

getting down was the hard part – you managed to get halfway back before you couldn’t really figure out which step was next. your body also wouldn’t allow you to jump, even though Choso reassured you that it was safe the primal fear was taking over. 

“I need some help, I really don’t think I have the courage to jump.” you told him, frozen in place as your arms started to wobble slightly. 

“I’ve got you, hold on.” Choso rushed over to place himself beneath you, reaching up to help. 

he’d meant to aim for your hips, but you were just out of reach. holding your feet would do no good, so he did something he had wanted to do anyway. 

you felt his palms on your ass in support, and your face warmed at the contact. 

Choso was trying hard to stay focused on the task at hand. with the plush skin beneath his palms, he was beginning to get flustered, wanting to give the lightest squeeze but holding himself back. “I’ve got you, let’s get you lowered down.” 

once back on solid ground, you both shared an awkward laugh, adrenaline and blush still pumping. “I can see why you picked this.” you said, still catching your breath. “you just wanted to stare at my butt the whole time.”

his face turned a bright crimson. sheepishly, he rubbed a hand over his flushed cheeks, trying to cover his embarrassment. “that was not the point.” he muttered, glancing away with a mix of discomfort and amusement.

“no, it’s okay.” you replied, your tone playful as you nudged his shoulder gently with yours. “I’m just surprised you copped a feel on the first date.”

Choso groaned, his expression shifting to one of exasperation. “you’re making it so much more embarrassing than it needs to be.” he protested, his voice tinged with a laugh despite his attempts to be serious.

you laughed freely, fully aware that you were having fun at his expense, but it was all in good fun. the humor at the moment wrapped around you, and you genuinely weren’t bothered by it. in fact, you considered that any other guy in that situation would have likely taken the opportunity to sneak in a squeeze. and if Choso had done just that? you couldn’t deny that the thought made your heart flutter a little.

the two of you spent another hour climbing, and by the end of it, Choso didn’t stop himself from looking at your ass anymore. 

-

you were exhausted by the end of the night. 

the date had surpassed your expectations. your heart had fluttered incessantly, and your laughter bubbled up so easily. you found yourself blushing more than you ever had on any other date. was this what it felt like to truly enjoy someone’s company? the feeling was intoxicating. 

despite the late hour, sleep eluded you. you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your heart still thrumming loudly in your chest as if you couldn’t settle down. the thought that your date was also your roommate added an exhilarating twist. you could almost imagine him right upstairs.

curiosity nagged at you, and after a moment’s hesitation, your slipped out of your room and padded quietly upstairs. with a soft knock at his door, your pulse quickened in anticipation.

when Choso opened the door, a rush of adrenaline surge through you. “hey.” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, a smile creeping onto your face.

“couldn’t fall asleep either?” he asked, his eyes brightening as he stepped aside to let you in his room. the glow of his tv illuminated the room, a paused video game on the screen.

you made your way over to his bed and flopped down, sinking into the comfort of the blankets. Choso joined you, grabbing the controller as he resumed his game. you watched him intently, captivated by the way his fingers moved deftly over the buttons, effortlessly dispatching waves of zombies on the screen.

you wondered how skilled those fingers really were.

part of you knew that you should shake that thought from your head, but it was persistent and took root. you tried telling yourself that the last time you’d found yourself in one of the brother’s rooms, it didn’t end up so well for you.

“want to give it a try?” Choso’s voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to the moment.

“only if you promise not to laugh when I keep losing.” you replied with a playful chuckle, reaching for the controller. “is it really hard?”

“it’s not too tough to pick up, especially in the beginning. the first few levels are pretty easy. I can help you out when things get tricky.” he said, his hands covering yours on the controller. one of his fingers nudged yours towards a button. “this one’s for dodging…”

you focused intently as he continued to explain the controls, demonstrating how each button worked and how to coordinate everything. his hands felt warm over yours, and every time he pressed your fingers down, a delightful spark raced through you, sending a flutter to your heart. the closeness felt electric, heightening your awareness of every little interaction, and you found yourself completely absorbed in both the game and the moment. 

warmth radiated from Choso’s body as he sat close, watching you try (and fail) to get as far as he did in the game. maybe you lacked the skill – or maybe you were distracted. your mind kept homing in on a single train of thought as you tried and tried and tried to get a win; he was right here, within reach, and your body was aching for contact. 

you gently tossed the controller down on the bed with a thud, giving up entirely with a frustrated sigh. “well, I’m accepting my defeat now before I get more embarrassed.” you huffed and blew a strand of hair from your face.

“ah, you’ll get it eventually.” Choso smiled, scooping up the controller, brushing his hand against yours in the process. “we’ll have just to keep practicing.”

“do you really want to suffer through that?” you gave him a teasing smirk – you were sure he’d say no, that he’d kick you out of his bedroom now to avoid the further headache of trying to teach you…

“it’s not suffering if I’m with you.” he almost whispered it. when the softness of his voice graced your ears, a shudder went down your spine. “I can’t imagine ever feeling that emotion when you’re around.”

your face slowly burned at his words. part of you couldn’t imagine he felt that way, and another part wanted to pounce on him from an overflow of cuteness aggression. “I don’t know, I’ve been told I can be pretty insufferable.” you chuckled, but your heart was racing, almost begging him to deny it again.

“whoever told you that is a dumbass.” Choso scoffed, and you were ready to throw back another joke until you could feel him scoot over on the bed – just enough that his shoulder was fully pressed up against yours. “you’re many things… insufferable is not one of them.”

“then what else?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking. was it wrong to want to be showered in compliments? especially by someone as caring as Choso? no, no this was a normal human reaction you were experiencing.

and it seemed Choso was reacting as well. you took note of the blush rising onto his cheeks as he pulled his lip between his teeth and averted his gaze. with bated breath, you watched as he opened his mouth to speak. “if I started listing things we’d be here for days.” he answered you, and you damn near melted.

“Choso…”

“I know, that was cheesy.” he let out a light laugh as he shook his head. “but, it’s not a lie.”

“you….” you struggled to find the right words, your brain losing connection to your tongue. “you are… Choso, you are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.”

as Choso’s gaze snapped back to yours, you lifted your hand to rest on his cheek, brushing one of his stray strands from his face. his skin was warm under your touch, and rising in temperature fast the longer you looked at him. 

“I don’t say this often, to anyone –“ you started, “– but you were right. I have been missing what’s right in front of me.”

a low, shaky breath passed Choso’s lips, and you even saw his bottom one wobble slightly. “can I… can I kiss you?” he asked quietly, his voice cracking as he spoke. 

you nodded slowly, feeling as if time had slowed down. his gaze dropped to your lips, and you could see the uncertainty mixed with eagerness in his expression. the moment hung in the air, fragile.

Choso leaned in, his hand moving to gently cradle your cheek. you could feel the warmth radiating from him. as he closed the distance, your heart hammered in your chest, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling inside you.

his lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, like he was afraid to break the spell of the moment. it sent a shiver down your spine. you instinctively leaned closer, deepening the kiss, and felt him respond with a gentle sigh, his hand sliding to the back of your neck.

the kiss was electric, a beautiful mix of softness and yearning. you lost yourself in the softness of his lips against yours, the way he held you as if you were something precious. every brush of his mouth ignited a fire within you, and you felt as if you were floating.

before you could soar into cloud nine, you felt his other hand come down to grip tightly on your hip, and you let out an accidental moan at the gesture. Choso’s mouth swallowed it up, his tongue dipping in to caress yours as your lips parted with the sound. 

his lips moved feverishly against yours as they became needier the longer they were touching yours. you reveled in the feeling of it, every cell of your body buzzing in response. you thought that you had never, ever, been kissed with this much�� passion. 

after a few blissful seconds, Choso pulled back slightly, his half-lidded eyes locking with yours. you drew in a deep breath, your cheeks flushed with emotion and desire – desire for him, deeper than you’d ever thought about before.

“that was… wow.” Choso murmured through an intake of breath. his cheeks were red as well, the heat burning inside of him coming to the surface. 

“why’d you stop?” you asked softly – you knew now what you wanted, what you deserved. if Choso wanted to hit pause right now, you’d be okay with it; but if he wanted to take it further, you knew you’d be taken care of.

he chuckled, shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. “if I didn’t stop then, it would have been harder for me to later.”

“then don’t.”

his eyes widened slightly at the suggestion, but you could tell he was seriously considering it as his chest began to rise and fall at a faster pace. his hand reached for yours, encompassing your fingers in his palms before he titled his head – rather cutely, you thought. 

“are you sure?” you nodded in response, squeezing his hand and giving him a reassuring smile. 

while nerves were shooting through your system, Choso wasn’t scared. he’d be a liar if he said he’d never thought about it – when you’d come out of your room in those too-short pajama shorts in the morning, when you’d lean against him naturally on the couch while watching a movie, he’d thought about kissing you and more for longer than you’d lived in this house. 

his lips crashed into yours again, before he could give himself a moment to hesitate, and you quickly became a tangle of limbs as he pulled you closer into him. you wanted every part of your body pressed into him, to feel his warmth and melt into it like a candle does a flame. 

Choso grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap to straddle him. you could already feel a bulge beneath the plaid pajama pants he wore pressing against you, exciting you even further at the idea of it. with his hands firm on your waist, you rolled your hips into him, eliciting a whiny groan from Choso’s lips. 

you were almost waiting for the pace to change like it had happened the last time, but Choso took his time with you – kissing every inch of exposed skin and not rushing to remove your clothing. it was like he was savoring every bit of you, and you hadn’t even undressed. 

he rolled the two of you over gently, placing you between his body and the mattress as his lips never left yours. between nibbles to your lower lips, his hands began to slowly roam your body, not venturing under the fabric just yet.

“god, I can’t believe I’m here with you.” he whispered between kisses, and your heart practically battered into your ribcage at the sweetness of his words. 

your fingers skimmed the band of his pants in response, a small smile working its way onto your lips. “I can’t believe it either.” you murmured lowly, moving your mouth to kiss and lightly lick his neck and shoulder. 

his hands worked on the buttons of your sleep blouse, so slowly, before pushing the sleeves down your arms and removing it entirely altogether. you heard him suck in a breath, looking down at your breasts underneath him.

“so beautiful.” 

before you could let yourself get sappy and cry tears of relief from his compliment, you put your hand on the back of his head and pulled him in to kiss you again. as his mouth worked against yours, tongues clashing within, you pushed your sleep shorts down, along with your underwear to be more efficient. 

when Choso felt you remove more clothing, he pulled away from you to step off the bed. you laid on your back and watched as he pushed his pants down, boxers and all, and stood at the side of the bed while his eyes raked over your body. 

you felt the urge to cover up, your knees coming together to a close as your arms went to cover your breasts. Choso’s hand reached out to stop you, his head shaking. 

“don’t hide yourself from me.” he whispered as he joined you on the bed again, leaning in to pepper your neck and chest with kisses. you gasped when he took one of your perked nipples into his mouth, nibbling at it gently before sucking the whole thing into his mouth.

he kissed a trail down from your breasts to your thighs, each one leaving you breathless before he reached his goal. you almost exploded when Choso looked up from between your legs right as he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

your hand shot into his hair as you let out a moan. “Choso!” you yelped, a bit too loudly, as he began to stuff his face into your pussy. 

he rotated between sucking your clit between his teeth and thrusting his tongue inside of you, tasting every inch of you before pulling away to bite the soft skin of your inner thighs then diving back in.

he was soft, and tender, with every swipe of his tongue, and you were already nearing the edge from the pure intimacy of it all. but before you could take the leap, he pulled away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and coming up to kiss your lips.

“tell me if anything hurts, and I’ll stop immediately.” Choso told you, looking into your eyes as you nodded. “need to hear you say it.”

“I will.” you whispered as you nodded again, leaning in to capture his lips in yours again.

when you felt the tip of his cock brush against your inner thigh, you visibly shuddered with anticipation. he was working his way in, slowly pushing himself in inch by inch, maybe even centimeter by centimeter with how gently he was going. 

with every little bit that passed your entrance, your breath became labored, panting with the stretch of your walls the more he passed the threshold. 

“so pretty f’ me.” Choso ground out, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes pinched shut. “taking me s’ well.”

“need – hah – need more.” you panted out, and when you finally felt him bottom out and still above you, you locked your legs behind his hips. “I need more of you, Choso.”

“don’t want to – fuck so tight – hurt you.” Choso shuddered as he laid down to prop himself up on his elbows next to your face. you reached up to caress his cheek, reassuring him that everything was alright. when his eyes met yours, and you nodded, he took that as the go-ahead.

when Choso’s hips started to roll into yours, you could’ve sworn the feeling was comparable to the effect of drugs. your mind became a sea of plush clouds, clouding everything in pinky hues behind your closed eyelids. 

with every thrust of his hips, you were losing yourself in the intoxication while Choso continued to praise you like you were his religion. “s’good – hmph – like I should’ve done this long ago.” he murmured before his lips covered your open mouth, darting his tongue inside to taste you as much as possible.

his cock began to thrust into you faster, but still gently, and with every snap of his hips, you felt yourself getting more wet. it made it easier for him to drive into you quicker – and you were drunk off the feeling of his cock prodding at your gspot every time it re-entered.

Choso’s head dipped into your neck, weak from the feeling of your slick walls clamping around him. you felt him kiss your skin, only gently biting down every now and then, as his pace grew quicker and quicker with every passing second.

“mph – god I’m getting close.” Choso whimpered into your skin, his breath hot against it. 

“I – fuck – Choso, I am too. fucking me so good.” you whined as your body began to tense up with your impending orgasm. “gonna make me orgasm on your dick.”

“yes, come with me – hah – please.” 

he brought his face to hover above yours, looking into your eyes as his jaw hung open in pleasure. with a few more well-placed thrusts and praise, you practically skydived off the cliff. your orgasm racked through you at the speed of light, and you covered your mouth as you shouted out his name while the waves crashed into you. stars burst behind your eyes while your body trembled, your walls fluttering around his pulsing cock inside of you.

“fuck – I-I’m gonna – “ Choso couldn’t finish his sentence before you felt him deliver one last powerful thrust, bottoming out as his orgasm rocked through him. you felt a warmth as he painted your walls with ropes of his cum, and at the feeling you felt a smaller orgasm shoot through you again. another one? really?

Choso lazily thrust into you, working you through your second orgasm as he completely emptied himself into you, waiting until you were a panting mess before collapsing on top of you.

“holy… holy shit.” you panted out, your ears still ringing from your second release. Choso lightly kissed your neck, your cheek, and then your lips as he caressed the side of your body with his warm hand. 

“did you have a second orgasm?” he asked softly between sprinkled pecks of his lips. you gulped down a breath as you nodded. “I didn’t… I didn’t know that was possible.”

“I didn’t either.” you responded honestly because you really didn’t. the fact that it had happened still left you shocked, but there was no mistaking that feeling. “I guess you were just that good.”

Choso’s face shot up to look at you, a small tug at the corner of his lips. “oh, teasing already?” he laughed quietly. 

you could only grin at him, your body and mind overwhelmed with the pleasure you’d felt and the emotions now coursing through you. “not necessarily a tease, more of a fact.”

“wanna go again? see if we can make it three?” Choso suggested with a smirk. you couldn’t stop your eyes from going wide, the realization that he wasn’t going to kick you out coming through your clouded mind.

“you mean, you don’t want me to leave now?” you had to ask, had to reassure yourself that you weren’t doing something wrong by staying.

pain, maybe even disappointment flashed across Choso’s face at your question. 

“hell no. if I had it my way, you’d never leave my room.” your heart swelled at his response, and you fought back the tears that wanted to take root in your eyes. “we can play more of my video game if that’s what you want?”

you wouldn’t break down in front of him – not after sex, no way. so, you nodded, not able to respond with words for fear of your voice betraying you. Choso pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty, before walking over to his hamper and grabbing a washcloth.

you waited in anticipation for him to toss it in your direction, but instead, he padded back over to the bed and cleaned you up himself. his touch was so, so gentle as he wiped down anywhere that needed it, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before helping you sit up and offering you a t-shirt of his.

“you can wear this for now, if you want.” he told you, helping you pull it over your head. “I guarantee it’s more comfortable than what you had on.”

the fabric now on your body smelled like him, and the scent encompassed you in warmth and comfort. “you’re right, I think it’s much better.” you confirmed, smiling at him as your chest ached at the pureness of everything he’d done. 

Choso pulled you back onto his lap once he’s put pants back on, grabbing the controller and placing it in your hands before covering your own with his. he let you lean back against his chest as he took you through the controls all over again, and you couldn’t help but feign forgetfulness, just to feel his fingers intertwining with yours.

the rest of the night flew by as you played the game, experimenting with different modes and laughing nearly the entire time, until the sun peeked through his curtains. you’d spent the entire night wrapped in joy and laughter, and you felt absolutely exhilarated.

as the first rays of sunlight spilled into the room, you turned to glance at Choso. he had that relaxed, sleepy smile that made your heart flutter. “looks like we pulled an all-nighter.” you teased, nudging him playfully.

“totally worth it.” he replied, his voice thick with sleepiness. he stretched, arms reaching overhead, and for a moment, you were mesmerized by how effortlessly handsome he looked, even with a lack of sleep.

“do you think we can get some breakfast before crash?” you asked, feeling a twinge of hunger strike through your stomach.

Choso chuckled, “only if you promise not to fall asleep in your pancake.” he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. as you moved to stand, he placed a hand on your shoulder. “you stay here, I’ll bring them to you.”

as you watched Choso exit his room, you collapsed back on the bed, letting out a contented sigh. 

this was what it was supposed to feel like. 

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[yameoto]

Haiii can you pls write a fic abt being rude to jordan all day which causes them to take their anger out on the reader at the end of the day and they’re just being really aggressive and manhandling?

FRUSTRATION. JORDAN LI.

✗ warnings ; dom!jordan, sub!reader, rough sex, dry humping, orgasm denial, brat taming. not proof read. wc ; 1.2k

THE last straw is the coffee. the fucking coffee.

the sick thing is that this time, you didn't even mean it. sure, your relationship was on pause. sure, you two had been exchanging barbed quips and jibes back and forth for the worse part of two weeks.

(there wasn't even a point to it, anymore—devolving into the most inane, stupid game of chicken; who can piss the other off more? but jordan is nothing but competitive — and you'd be damned if you let them show you up.)

but this time? you swore you were minding your business. like actual, cross your heart, hope to die—stick a cupcake in your eye. unfortunately for you, grade-school promises don't exactly stick up too well when you're standing in the middle of your dorm room doorframe; foaming, hot latte sopping into your favourite jacket. and bag. oops.

"are you fucking serious?" jordan's scowl is black, arms immediately flying out to shake their sleeves, to no avail. your mouth is already open — granted, not to apologise, but it doesn't matter much anyways when all of a sudden two hands are on your torso and you're being thrust onto a bed. you’re not exactly proud of the startled yelp that peels out of you, but fuck— jordan looks.. really fucking hot.

"you get off from pissing me off, or something?" jordan grunts, eyes flaring. there are the faintest hints of bags under their eyes, and a note of tension in their voice you've never heard before. you've clearly caught them at a bad time—even in the depths of this cold war between the two of you, they've never seemed this pissed — just.. mildly irritated.

"only sometimes." you snip back, instead, squirming as their hands dig into your shoulder. it's the wrong answer.

"no." jordan hisses, hand moving up to grip your jaw with a harsh squeeze. "no, no, no. none of that." they lean in, and abruptly you feel your heart jump to your throat; tensing at the indecipherable leer to their tone.

"here's what's gonna happen, baby," the endearment comes out a derisive snarl as their hand swallows your thigh, hiking your leg up and yanking you into a straddle over their leg.

"you're gonna hump my fucking thigh," jordan growls, edging in close, breath hot against your neck as if they're about to rip your throat out. "and you're gonna scream my name like a fucking banshee, got it?" they murmur, and you inhale, jaw slack at the sheer level of cruelty in their voice, and the unmistakable spike of heat that throbs your core.

unimpressed by your silence, jordan's hand constricts around the base of your neck, squeezing. "i said, got it?" they hiss, patience running thin, and you grunt—nails digging into your palms to restrain a wince, or god forbid—a whimper. "got it." you huff, annoyance forcing its way in your inflection as if you're not about to melt into a puddle all over their thigh. god, you've been waiting for this, waiting for this for so fucking long—a week without their touch has felt like a month without fucking water. not that you'd ever admit that, out loud.

a low, unreadable hum resounds from the back of jordan's throat. "well fucking hump, then, sweetheart." they say, voice low as their teeth nips against your skin. you take the hint—forgoing your pride and slowly beginning to grind against their leg, ache between your legs growing increasingly needy as you feed into its begging, pulsing throbs, little whines beginning to fall out of your mouth.

"i said fucking scream it," they hiss, lips latching onto your neck and sucking as your body begins to tremble, feeble whine releasing from your mouth, despite yourself. "i want everyone on the floor to know it's my fucking thigh you're rutting up against like a needy slut." they say, gaze hardening as you thrust yourself against them with a breathy moan, their tone alone making you course with need. "jordan—jordan, oh, fuck—" you gasp, hand fisting into the hem of their shirt.

"louder." jordan demands, a whisper. their fingers curl against your skin, hips bucking subtly at every mention of their name. you make a little noise of protest, but jordan's eyes flash— and you find yourself keening for their approval as you thrash in their lap, body trembling all over. "jordan—" you moan, back arching all while you grind urgently into their thigh, mind blanking. "jordan, jordan, jordan jordan—" the words spill in a shaky, hoarse slew of whines that fit perfectly around your lips, like their name was made for you. your body moves as mindless as your mouth, functioning only on one, single, primal, instinctual need.

jordan jordan jordan need need thigh fuck jordan fuck me fucking fuck me, already—

"i've felt like shit all week." jordan hisses, interrupting your highly intellectual thought process—though, they don't exactly look too cut up as you continue to hump their leg, eyes glassy and teary with want. you want more. you need more. you need them inside of you—"but you're gonna make it up to me, aren't you, doll?" jordan purrs, voice a rushed mumble as their hands dig into your waist. they forcibly jerk you forwards, wrenching your legs further apart so you're splayed across their groin instead of their thigh. this time, you can't help the audible whimper that leaves your throat. "then maybe i'll forgive you."

as if on cue, your pace speeds up with an excitable whine, burying your face under their chin. "please—more—" you force out, grasp on their hem tightening as you groan, loudly, hips bucking wildly against them. "need you— in me—" the words stumble out, shamelessly, barely comprehensible. jordan grins, and with dismay you realise they're shaking their head.

"oh, c'mon. you don't deserve it." they snort, and you whine at the sheer unjustness of it all. you were only mean for them for what? a week? a whole week of them not touching you, either—fuck, you need it—their fingers, their cock—anything to fill up the burning, pounding emptiness inside you, begging to be stuffed full. you open your mouth to protest, but jordan beats you to it. "you're gonna come on my fucking thigh, or you're not gonna come at all. okay, sweetheart?"

any potential complaints die in your throat, petering out to a dismal, shaky whine of defeat. you're still grinding furiously against them. frustrated grunts leave your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut, mattress quaking in time with your thrusts. you have no drive to win against them, anymore. all you wanna do is fucking come.

jordan's grip on you eases, bit by bit as you make a show of yourself — pants and whines spilling from you as you bury yourself deep into jordan's chest and just rut, like the useless thing you are. it's sad, it's needy, it's desperate; and the thing is you fucking can't— it's not enough. you need jordan. you need them.

the whimper that drifts from you even smaller than the ones before, and in an instant, your pants die— and you crumple into a breathless heap upon their chest. it still aches, dull throb between your legs left to pulse and groan out in need. you feel gross, and sticky, and sleepy. this is what you get, really, for thinking you could fuck around with jordan and get away with it.

"are you still mad at me?" you mumble into the crook of jordan's neck, fabric of their shirt still bunched up in your fists. "..jords..?" you mutter, and jordan smiles at the way your words slur, thighs still shaking, their pretty baby taught a lesson. "oh, doll." they grin, hand sliding along chest— your hipbone— the band of your underwear.

well. maybe there's still hope for you, yet.

[hypnagogics]

before you read ▪︎ loose continuation to THIS

ultra loser!ellie x teasing(slightly sadistic tbh)!reader. reads fine as a standalone!! no fr sex, but still nsfw!!! loads of teasing, ellie's shy and flustered (also gave her glasses and piercings muahahah AND HAPPY TRAIL MENTION YAYYY), reader's a little insistent (but it's ok), mentions of masturbation, discussion of sex, REALLY horny making out at the end lol, heavy petting, they almost do it, tiny abby cameo, buildup AS PER USUAL YALL KNOW THE DRILL, kinda cliffhanger ending (its on purpose HAHA), different layout bc i cheated n looked at the poll oops...NGL TS HAD ME SWEATINGGG WRITING IT LMFAO don't think i have ever written something more horny....ok enjoy! + 2.2k wc

apparently both of you missed the professor's class cancellation email on this fateful day… other students showed up too, but they left quickly after seeing it was empty. ellie stayed to catch up on some work, enjoying the silence and typing away on her laptop, which looked like one of those beefy gaming computers.

covered in stickers and the keys changing color, you thought it was interesting she'd lug that thing around campus with her, instead of opting for something light and sleek. and now that leaves you. you had no other plans for the day, and had already mentally prepared yourself for this class, totally unaware it was canceled.

you realized it wasn't a bad idea to copy ellie, and catch up on some of your own work. however you were more intrigued by her, to be totally honest with yourself.

watching her from a distance, she captivated you. she never seemed to notice your stares, too absorbed in her thoughts. you watched her type, efficiently and quickly, pausing only to push her glasses further up her nose with her slim fingers.

the truth is, she's hot. but no one was hearing you out on that, unfortunately. they'd say to you, “what a loser! i don't think i've ever heard her talk.”

you felt overwhelmed by the urge to strike up a real conversation with her—more that simple greetings or coursework questions— and it was the perfect opportunity to do just that. so you got up, sat yourself down in the empty spot right next to her, and put on the most charming grin you could muster up. she abruptly snapped out of her focus, almost flinching at your presence.

“hey! you're ellie, right? whatcha working on?” you got close to her to see, being met with a bunch of hieroglyphic-looking strings of symbols on the screen. woah, smarty-pants. “um, it's just…some project, i dunno. how d’you know my name?”

she finally looked at you, her eyes round, wider than the ufo saucer stickers on the back of her computer. they were so green, the hazel ring reminded you of a polished agate stone. the scattered freckles on her face were so pretty too, you'd never been close enough to her to really take notice. she nervously scanned your features, blotches of pink blush decorating the apples of her plump cheeks.

she was so cute, and noticing her evident shyness flipped a switch inside you, what if you messed with her a little?

you shrugged at her, “just seen you around. you're so mysterious.” you lilt, manipulating your tone to make it smoother on the ears, even containing hints of seduction if you dared.

she blushed a deeper raspberry shade and looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her rings. she was somehow getting more attractive by the second, your heart felt like it was about to burst.

“am i? never thought of it that way, you're funny.” she mumbles, her antsiness obvious. but you didn't wish to let up so soon, you were having a lot more fun flustering her than you'd ever care to admit, even wanting to see just how far you could push her.

“ooh, i love your rings. where did you get em?” “just…places. why are you asking me so many questions?” you sighed and rolled your eyes, “well, ellie. we both don't have anything else to do, gotta pass the time somehow. i wanna talk with you, is that okay?” she took a deep breath and nodded, visibly relaxing. she stretched out her arm to get rid of the tabs on her computer, close it, and put it in her bag, which is when you got a look at her forearm tattoo.

“also i'm obsessed with your tattoo, you have no idea how cool you are, how are girls not all over you?” you question, taking her wrist in your hands and examining the tattoo's intricate line work, tracing your fingertips over the pigment in her skin.

you heard her breathing change in tempo, quickening ever so slightly. but she didn't move her arm away, and let you continue. she took a second to respond. “um. thanks, i guess. i don't really know what you mean.” her voice cracked when she said the last part, igniting a flame inside you, one that you didn't know existed.

your mind wandered, you began wondering what she sounds like when she whimpers. was she really so starved of human contact you could mold her like putty, just with your fingers and tongue? you wanted to find out so badly, wanted to hear how she'd cry your name out if you fucked her into oblivion. was she a squirter or a creamer? you hoped to the heavens above you'd get to find out someday. maybe it was too much to fantasize like this, considering you formally met just now, but you weren't hurting anyone if it all never left the confines of your mind.

you were lucky you hid your own arousal well, nothing out of the ordinary showed on your face whatsoever. ellie wasn't so lucky—to her dismay, but to your delight—everything played out on her delicate features so clearly, it was nothing short of delectable. 

your eyes bore into hers, the intensity of the eye contact making her shiver, and attempt to break it. “ellie, ellie, ellie, may i call you els?” you didn't wait for an answer, and continued, “do you have a girlfriend?” you pouted your lips at her, feigning sadness as if her response was something you didn't already infer.

she was stuttering now, stumbling over her words, making less and less sense as the conversation went on. she was anxiously bouncing her leg, you could see her chest rising and falling, and her face had turned a lovely crimson color, it was so strong, the flush had spread down her neck and reached her ears, making her piercings stand out. good lord. 

“ahem- no, i don't have a girlfriend. actually never have, shocking i know.” she chuckles at her self-deprecating joke, and while her smile was enough to light up a room, you wanted to slap the doubt out of her. or rather, fuck it out of her. 

you exhaled loudly, “hahh, well isn't that a shame. you're so pretty, i'll just have to snatch you up for myself then.” she swallowed audibly, greatly taken aback. “sorry, what?” “oh, don't you know how much people love losers like you? tsk tsk tsk, you're so much hotter than you realize, i mean it, els. look at you! you've got these piercings, this tattoo, you're smarter than this whole class combined, seriously.” 

she just gaped at you, unable to process what she was hearing. no one had ever talked to her like this, it was only something she read about. and coming from you? this ethereal person who starred in all of her most intimate fantasies? she rubbed her eyes roughly, convinced she was hallucinating. her mouth opened and closed dumbly, her voice box failing to produce any sound. but you were affecting her so much, especially because she lusted after you to an extent she could only take to the grave.

flashes of her midnight escapades flickered in her mind, of her shoving her hand down her pants like an animal in heat, orgasming so intensely she'd black out, abusing her hole with nothing but images of you playing in her mind, and your name on her tongue. her cheeks burned with the embarrassment of her wild actions, and she shook her head to clear the thoughts away. 

you groaned and leaned back in your own seat, exclaiming, “god i'm so bored. and pent up, fuck. it's been so long since i had sex…” that was true. in any other situation you'd never say something like that aloud, but because you were alone with the clueless idiot you wanted so carnally, you let it slip. 

“...maybe you should take care of that.” you heard her cough out, her voice coming out strangled. “i could. but that's boring.” you opened your eyes again and smirked devilishly her way, poor girl looked like she was about to go on a trip with the ferryman. 

you grabbed her hand, examining it some more, commenting, “you play guitar, don't you? guitarists are very good with their hands, i will say.” you played with her hand, pressing it into a fist, then extending her middle and ring finger. gosh, what's gotten into you? “i bet you're sooo good.” 

you've never seen a person look more flustered than she did right now in this moment. her voice was impossibly quiet, barely above a whisper, “cut it out.” “okay, fine.”

some beats of silence passed, but a thought crossed your mind. if she really hated this interaction that much, she could have got up and left eons ago, yet she stayed here and endured it all. hmm. you blurted out, “els, have you kissed anyone before?” 

and again she stayed silent, even after you waited patiently for an answer. she kept looking away, her jaw tense. 

you decided to quit the teasing just for a moment, and speak to her gently, genuinely. you shifted to sit a little closer to her and asked, “do you want to?” her gaze locked onto your mouth, she licked her lips, then muttered, “if you're really offering and not just fucking with me, sure-” 

your patience broke and you didn't wait for her to finish her sentence before swiftly leaning forward and connecting your lips with hers, relishing the tiny gasp she made as soon as you did it. she tasted like a dream.

after a split second she kissed you back, it was inexperienced and clumsy, fueled by adrenaline, but she got into a rhythm soon enough. you took the lead and deepened the kiss, absent-mindedly tugging on her bottom lip with your teeth, coaxing eager whimpers out of her, pure music to your ears.

you succumbed to the sensations and increased the pace, your tongue dancing against hers. you felt her hands fumble by your waist, and she pulled you closer to her. your hands clawed at her chest, the beautiful symphony of panting, the wet smacking of your lips colliding, and her uncontrolled moans filled the empty room.

she gripped your waist so tightly, fingertips surely leaving small marks in their wake, you couldn't wait to find them later, and you shamelessly felt up her chest, your thumbs finding her nipples—perky, hard, and poking out through her thin shirt. you caressed and rubbed and squeezed, feeling her jolt under your magical touch.

she was fully whining now. spilling needy, high-pitched sounds, this was better than you could've ever imagined. neither one of you breaking the kiss for even a second, your hand trailed lower and landed on her stomach, slipping under the bottom of her shirt. you felt her defined abs tensing, and the whisper of a happy trail—now it was your turn to moan.

she got even louder and her kisses got sloppier, and you were about to venture inside her waistband before a sudden sound startled you both. 

your phone vibrated aggressively, and with great effort you separated yourself from ellie, long strings of spit connecting you to her still.

she whimpered from the loss of contact, chasing your lips, then huffing and quietly groaning while you took out your phone, her hands not letting go of your waist. when you checked it, it was a message from your friend, abby, just saying: URGENT. COME HERE NOW. ASAP.

fuck her. fuck her and her timing, was all you could think. really, now? you wanted to kill her.

trying to slow your breathing and racing heart, you explained apologetically, “ugh, it's urgent. im so, so sorry ellie, i gotta go.” she stared at you, speechless, but nodded meekly, reluctantly retracting her arms. you didn't want to leave, and stayed gazing at her for a little longer, and brushed a loose strand of soft hair out of her face. what a cutie, she looked all disheveled and dazed. you were about to look for a paper to scribble down your number to keep in touch, until your phone buzzed again, and started ringing with abby's repeated attempts to get ahold of you. couldn't she wait a minute?

you gave ellie one last devastated look, getting up and rushing out of the classroom before abby called you another seventeen times. 

ellie was left in the classroom, reeling from the encounter and what it had turned into. she was utterly bewildered at the events that transpired, her blood rushing in her ears, mind spinning, lips still puffy, glasses fogged over, hands trembling, and of course a sticky, uncomfortable damp spot in her boxers. she leaned forward to rest her head on the desk in front of her on top of crossed arms, to take a moment to cool down before escaping back to her place. 

“holy shit.” 

im horny🧍‍♂️just like ellie after that. as soon as she got home, u best believe she came so hard she saw literal angels and deities LMFAOO (this is my favorite thing ive ever written gawdDAYUM)

yall who wanted more, hope this suffices as a continuation! @stonerzdaze420692 @womenlvrrr

[scificrows]

#asr is a vlog as for the purposes of visual media murderbot must become a wannabe youtuber. unfortunate but the only option #ac is a series of instagram stories art has posted on its two weeks long first date with the love of its life #rp is mikis vlog! notably better quality than murderbots. ends very abruptly :/ #es is told by a drama youtuber breaking the situation down while putting on makeup. thank you dm me with your funding offers (tags via op)

every day we stray further away from gods light (an adaption of NE told exclusively through ratthi trying to facetime his friends back home)

[xiayannie]

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↳ scaramouche

you happened to get stuck in a suggestive manner, and scaramouche can't resist helping himself have his way with you before he gets you out

cw(s): afab! fem! reader, cliché trope, lingerie, bows, doggystyle, cum, he calls you a slut and whore, hinting of a blow job and long night near the end | 𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

"I'm home."

SCARAMOUCHE let out a sigh, feeling relaxed now that he was home, but suspicious as soon as he didn't hear a "welcome home!" from you.

he wandered to the living room, quirking up a brow at the unusual and amusing sight.

there was a comical red and green Christmas themed gift box in the middle of the room, slightly ajar as your bottom half was left hanging outside of the box, your ass in full display for SCARAMOUCHE to see.

he came up behind you and gave you a loving little tap on the bottom, surprising you as you let out a shocked squeak.

"what happened here, hmm?"

"...I wanted to try getting into the box to surprise you, but the lid of the box is heavier than I thought... and now, I'm trapped here."

"help me out, would you?" the sound was a bit muffled, but scaramouche for sure, heard you.

"what do I get in return? there's no more surprise left for me with you stuck here like this." he hummed, grasping your hip.

"how about I get my present early, and then I let you out?" SCARAMOUCHE purred, lightly slapping your ass, caressing it afterwards.

"...fine. just don't ruin my lingerie or any—" riiip!

"oops."

SCARAMOUCHE already ripped the flimsy and thin fabric off, tossing it aside with a cocky grin, you imagined. "I'll buy you better and prettier sets, love."

SCARAMOUCHE rubbed his fingers against the lips of your cunt, spreading the lips and letting out a whistle as he felt and watched his digits get coated with your wet arousal. "so wet already," he murmured, feeling his cock strain against his clothing.

"makes me think you wanted this to happen, no?"

before you could deny it, he plunged his middle and ring finger into your warmth, thrusting and curling the tips of his fingers slightly. you let out a small whine, kicking your legs to protest his sudden ministrations, but another finger quickly shut you up.

a soft whimper left your lips as his fingers abruptly left your cunt, but you let out a loud squeak when he thrusted his cock inside. SCARAMOUCHE gave you a second before he started to thrust, his palms turning white as he gripped onto the plush of your ass.

"s-shit baby... this was the best gift you could've given me." SCARAMOUCHE reached impossibly deeper somehow, his tip fucking right into your cervix, causing you to cry out from inside of the box. "driving me crazy... what were you thinking, dressing up all pretty like a whore with your ass sticking out?"

"no way you expected me to not go and have my way with you..." he bit his lip, throwing his head back slightly as he panted. "dirty fuckin' slut... your plan was to pretend to get stuck, huh?"

the huge gift box shifted slightly with his movements, his hips rutting at an animalistic pace. SCARAMOUCHE felt his cock twitch, and your walls squeeze and flutter around his length. you tried to voice out to him that you were close but the sound was slightly muffled. besides, he already knew once your legs started to tremble.

he reached around to rub circles on your clit, murmuring incoherently to you.

"..c'mon, cum for me...'wanna see you squirt allllll over my cock, pretty girl." SCARAMOUCHE hummed, and you could imagine the shit eating grin that was plastered on his lips.

you whined, not being able to do anything besides chant his name out like a mantra. "s-scara... scara, scara, scaaara...!"

"ngh...! u-uwaaah...! 'm cumming, ...!!" the last few calls of his name from your lips came out slurred, as your climax was mindblowing, your legs spazzing, and eyes rolling to the back of your head as your mouth hung wide open. "that's it... g-good girl, h-haah.." SCARAMOUCHE continued to grind his hips further into yours, allowing you to ride out your high, as well as allow for him to reach his high.

SCARAMOUCHE moaned out profanities, his thick ropes of cum shooting deep inside you, making you feel warm and filled as you let out small whimpers from the shallow thrusts that he kept up.

feeling overstimulated, you came again, the walls of your cunt fluttering weakly around his cock. he let out a groan at this, his hips stopping once he pulled out and thrusted back in deeply one last time.

he pulled out, watching his seed ooze out of your cunt, which was clenching around nothing, due to the absence of his cock.

with a swift movement, SCARAMOUCHE lifted the lid up easily. he hoisted you out of the box by your waist, and then he plopped you down gently on the couch.

your makeup was slightly smudged and messed up, but it added to the charm, SCARAMOUCHE thought. his dick, which was soft, immediately stiffened up at the sight of you, all dolled up and pretty for him. the lingerie cutely cupping your plush boobs and accentuating all of your curves.

"fuckin' hell..." SCARAMOUCHE whispered underneath his breath as his eyes followed the way you slowly crawled towards him.

your expression feigned innocence, eyes sparkling as you blinked up at him through your lashes.

"how about I give you the rest of your present?" you smiled coyly, gently jerking his cock in your hand, guiding it towards your mouth.

"...how naughty of you." SCARAMOUCHE shakily sighed out as he felt your lips encase his sensitive and cute pink tip. his hand made its way to your head to guide you, his fingers gripping onto your hair lightly as he stared down at you with half lidded eyes.

"mhm. aren't you glad of how convenient it was that I was stuck there...?" you purred, winking at him.

"you slut... but whatever, it was a-ah..! the best gift I could've asked for."

[jshattmypants]

ted with some sweet praise while fucking you slow mayhaps?

thank you!!

-🌟

yes yes yes!!!!! i went a little crazy at the end oops!

nsfw mdni!!

ted pumped in and out of you at a gruelingly slow pace, his thick cock hitting your g spot every time (as it always does.)

the little moans that came out of his mouth just made you more needy for him to go faster but he refused.

“teddy please go faster”

“nope. you’ve gotta sit like a good girl and take it slow for me love.” he let out another moan in sync with you, still going so slow and letting out soft praises

“such a good girl-mhmmmfuck”

“your pussy is so good baby god fuck.”

“mhm just like that baby just look at my face while i fuck your perfect pussy”

your stomach grew tighter in warmer knots with every word of praise ted uttered out of his sickly sweet lips.

“oh fuck ted- mmmhm i’m coming”

you uttered as you felt yourself coming to an orgasm when ted pulls out abruptly and looks at you.

“you really thought i was going to let you cum? you’re very funny, y/n”

you pouted and looked at him sadly.

“you’ve gotta earn that orgasm lovely. now get up and bend over my desk.” he ordered.

you obliged, obviously, and got up and bent over his desk, your legs shaking.

he turned on his computer, opened discord, and called schlatt and looked into his webcam, only your ass was showing over his tall body behind you, gripping your hips.

as schlatt answered, ted and schlatt both started laughing as they had planned this earlier, since schlatt was in texas.

ted rammed back into you, a loud moan escaped your lips as you looked at the screen and schlatt, who’s left hand was moving at a fast pace up and down under his desk.

ted continued to ram into you, a gasp escaping once or twice from his lips.

he finally let you unravel on his cock, your shaking moans and his hands still gripping your hips as schlatt looked on his monitor at this glorious scene.

schlatt tipped his head back, listening to your moans, as he came and you saw his cum shoot up his black t-shirt.

ted finally moaned out “fuck i’m cumming doll” as he pulled out and came on your ass.

it took a minute to recuperate after all of that, but once you did, you un-bent over ted’s desk, smiled and waved goodbye at schlatt, and walked out of ted’s office, a smile painted from ear to ear on your fucked out face.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

kinktober, day ten

a/n: oops. poe just gets too damn horny when his pretty girlfriend sleeps right next to him.

warnings: poe dameron x reader, smut, dubcon/noncon, somno, established relationship, thigh fucking, dirty talk

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A hazy hum escaped your lips before your eyes even fluttered open, your hips instantly rolling before you realised what was happening. Face nuzzled in the back of your neck, breathing heavily, there lied your boyfriend, though not in the stillness of slumber as you realised what the fussy sensation between your soft thighs was. 

“Poe?” you breathe groggily as he desperately fucked the flesh just shy south of your core, “w-what are you-”

“Shh, it’s okay, babe,” he croaked, snaking an arm around your waist, “you can just go back to sleep, it’s alright.”

As your hips then intuitively gave a gentle wiggle, you let out a gasp as the movement caused his thrusts to angle further up, his bulbous tip ending each lavish motion with a dizzying poke to your clit. Eyes fluttering closed, your hand shot back to cling to his back as a wordless plea for him to keep going. 

“Sorry, you just needed your rest,” you felt his kisses flutter across your neck as he panted, “I couldn’t find it in me to wake you,” his pace grew more insistent as he then groaned, “but your ass felt so damn soft against my dick and then you kind of shifted a bit in your sleep, and your thighs just kind of-…” his confession was abruptly cut off and morphed into a strangled moan as you swiftly sensed his hot load slicken up your inner thighs, “fuck…”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[the-fruitpunch-clown]

KINKTOBER 2024:

DAY II: car sex featuring Mike Schmidt

synopsis: mike can make you come on his face in less than five minutes, right? or mike makes you late bc he’s munch

tags: oral sex fem! receiving, mike being a needy whore basically lmao

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“mike, baby, you know i have somewhere to be. i don’t have time for this…” your voice trails off. mike continues to kiss along your neck, even after you’ve told him multiple times you’ll both be late for work if this goes any further. 

“c’mon babe, just five minutes, please? i’ll be quick, promise,” his light kisses continue up to your ear, whispering the words against you as his hands play with your hair. you sigh, internally reprimanding yourself for giving in so easily. “fine, but just five minutes, nothing longer. alright?” 

mike smiles at you and presses a quick kiss to your temple before eagerly fumbling over the center console to settle between your legs. unsurprisingly, there’s already enough room from your previous intimate moments shared in his car. he makes quick work with shoving your skirt up and settles his hands on your spread legs, “open up for me baby, that’s it, fuck…” 

mike leans in and leaves a chaste kiss against your panties, making you squirm against him. in return, he smacks your thigh, “quit movin’, you said you wanted this to be quick right? well sit there and be still for me.” 

right before you’re about to chide him, he shoves your panties aside and licks a long stripe up your center, flicking your clit with his tongue. he continues his assault by shoving his whole face into you, his tongue dipping lightly into your hole, and you can’t help but grind your clit against his nose. he moans into you, the vibrations going straight through you and adding to the pleasure he’s bringing you. 

mike continues to messily make out with your cunt while you moan and mewl above him. “mikey, oh fuck- please.. i need it,” you grip his hair mercilessly, pulling him deeper into you. you think you hear him mutter a muffled, “i know i know, baby, use me, fuck my face, c’mon, give me it..” but you can’t tell anyways with the ringing in your ears. 

you continuously rock your hips against his mouth, quickly chasing your orgasm. “mikey, baby.. fuck, ‘m right there, please..” you whine out. the grip you have on his hair borders on painful, but it only ceases to turn him on more. mike groans out against your cunt, “come on my face baby, do it for me, c’mon,” he fucks his tongue into you, rubbing his nose against your clit. his quick ministrations push you over edge, has you coming on his face as you moan out his name and a string of curses. 

as you slowly come down from your high, mike works you through it, lazily lapping at your release while looking up at your blissed out face. soon, his lazy strokes start to build up to overstimulation and you push against his shoulders and shove his head away, “too much, it’s too much mikey.” 

he reluctantly pulls away from you, resting his head on your head, “alright, you good?” 

you smile down at him, admiring how equally blissed he seems, “mhm.” you check the time on the clock, which reads 1:08 P.M., eight minutes past when your break ends, and ten past the end of your “five minutes”. 

“micheal!” you sit up abruptly, forcing him to lift his head. “what?” 

“you made me late, i told you five minutes!” you scold him, but you can hardly keep up the act with the adoring look he gives you. “i’m sorry, baby, i can make it up to you-“ 

“later. if i’m already gonna be late, might as well make the most of it. get in the back seat, it’s my turn to have fun.” 

notes: so the plan was to post either logantober or kinktober early in the morning (around 12am eastern, as i am on the east coast lmao) and then the other later in the day but i forgot to post this morning. oops. but logantober will be out later today!!

also no logantober for tmr, but will be back on the 4th!! kinktober will continue ofc!

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[ohmytyong]

[21:18]

PAIRING: boyfriend!mark x female!reader

GENRE: fluff, established relationship au

WARNINGS: food, pet names (mark says "my girl" once)

WC: 0,8k

A/N: just some random late night thoughts i had, enjoy♡

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"seriously though, that movie was terrible" mark said, dipping his plastic pink spoon into his watermelon-flavored gelato, his hair falling onto his eyes due to the soft summer breeze.

"no it wasn't! you just have terrible taste. like, didn't you see the character development? okay - scratch that - all the beautiful shots? it was a really good movie" you clapped back at him and he smirked at your defensive tone.

"okay, okay, alright, i get that. i'm not saying you're right, but we had a great time and i'm not in the mood to argue. i have to admit though," mark brought the spoon to his lips to taste the gelato, "you are so cute when you get all defensive like that" he said with a half smile, which earned a soft giggle from you.

you and mark liked going to the movies together; one of you would pick a random movie that you had no clue what was about and then you would give reviews that usually ended in such trivial arguments.

but now that it was summertime, you finally got to watch movies in your favorite place; the drive-in theater. mark would pick you up with his car and, in order to compensate for him paying for gas, you offered to buy snacks.

this time, you followed your typical routine of all your movie dates, but with one exception. the warm summer breeze and the lively night were practically inviting you to stay out for a little bit longer, so you and mark decided to treat yourselfs with some cool delicious gelato.

now both of you were outside the gelateria, sitting on top of the hood of mark's car, enjoying your gelato and each other's company.

for the next few minutes, the two of you remained silent, too focused on eating the gelato that nothing could make you speak. mark finished with his gelato first, and you followed shortly after him. he noticed that your cup was empty, so he gently grabbed the cup from your hands and tossed both of yours and his into the garbage bin behind the car.

mark licked his lips to taste the remaining gelato stains on them. he turned to look at you and noticed that you had one remaining stain in the corner of your lip. "oops, wait you've got-" he lifted his hand to your face and wiped the stain off your face with his thumb. "there we go, now you're good" mark said and you smiled at him, mumbling a small thanks.

mark didn't take his eyes off you. he couldn't. he sat there still, his eyes roaming into your bright ones. he could swear that he saw sparkles in your eyes, but he couldn't tell whether it was the stars and the moon reflecting on them or if he was just deeply in love with you.

you noticed that his lips parted slightly, the corners turning in an upward angle, as if he wanted to say something. "is there something you want to tell me?" you nudged him and his lips formed a full smile in an instant.

without breaking eye contact, he licked his lips again and spoke quietly, but his words were as clear as the night sky. "you are so beautiful" he simply said.

no matter how many times your boyfriend complimented you, you couldn't help but get shy around him. you lowered your eyes to your lap, pressing your lips together to prevent the massive smile that was threatening to appear on your face.

you felt mark's index finger lift your chin up, and before you could even say anything, he tilted his head to capture your lips in a soft yet heated kiss. your body immediately reacted to his touch, your arms flying over his shoulders as his hand caressed the side of your neck.

you were kissing mark for a few seconds when you pulled back abruptly, looking at him with wide eyes. "wait, we're in a public place. let's not go too overboard with this" you said.

mark playfully rolled his eyes at your statement and placed both his hands on your cheeks. "are you serious right now, y/n? we're literally all alone out here. besides, can't i kiss my girl whenever i want? what's the problem with that?" he said and you nodded in agreement.

"i just love you too much," mark continued, "and i want you to know it, i want to show it to you all the time. is that too much?" he asked you in a softer tone, searching into your glimmering eyes for an answer.

you moved your head closer to his face, your lips ghosting over his as your eyes never left his loving ones, giving him the answer he wanted to hear, the only answer that was real. "i love you too much mark. please show me how much you love me too."

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