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coldfanbou · 1 year ago

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Learning From The Best

Jihyo and Yunjin! A great duo when you think about it. This turned out to be pretty long too.

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Jihyo X Reader X Yunjin

Jihyo, tray in hand, slowly walked to her stepdaughter’s room. She wanted to bring in some snacks for her and her boyfriend. She was about to knock when she noticed the door was left slightly open. Before she pushed open the door, she heard low groans. Jihyo silently gasped as she saw what was going on. Inside was her stepdaughter Yunjin giving you a blowjob.

She sees Yunjin struggle, barely able to fit the tip of your cock in her mouth. However, the sight is more than enough to arouse her. Jihyo doesn’t notice that she’s rubbing her thighs together or that she licks her lips at the sight of your cock. She places the tray of snacks on a small nearby table. It balances precariously on the edge; the tray was too big. Still, Jihyo headed back to watch more. Her hand moves under her pants and underwear, gently sliding along her slit. Jihyo covers her mouth with her other hand. Her fingers push deep inside her slit as she watches her stepdaughter struggle.

The tray she placed on the table fell off, alerting you and Yunjin. Jihyo, aware that she could get caught, sneaks to the plate, putting everything back onto it. “Sorry! I drop a tray of snacks!” She yells as she wipes her slick hand on her pants. You and Yunjin poke out into the hallway and help her pick everything up, unaware she has been watching you. Once everything was back on the tray, she handed it to Yunjin before walking away.

Jihyo headed to her room, shutting the door behind her. She snuck her hand into her shirt and squeezed one of her tits while her other hand went back into her pants. She sat on her bed, fingering herself as she reimagined what she saw. In her mind, things changed. She got involved, taking your cock inside her. Jihyo imagined what your cock must feel like; she pushed her fingers in deeper, scraping her walls with curled fingers as she pulled out. Her husband has been away on a business trip for a long time. So the moment she saw her daughter getting some action, it awakened her urges. Jihyo bent herself over the bed, biting into it as she pulled on her nipple. She felt an orgasm coming and needed to keep quiet while you were still in the house. Jihyo moaned into the bed as she came; her pants became thoroughly soaked by her juices, and she was out of breath. Jihyo pulled her fingers out and moved them along her wet lips, groaning as she basked in the afterglow.

It still wasn’t enough for her. Jihyo continued to play with her pussy as she imagined you fucking her. She pulled down her pants and threw off her top before getting rid of her undergarments. As she was doing that, she got a look at herself in the mirror, her big tits and wide hips. What she focused on most, though, was her thighs. They were slick, her nectar running down them. She thought about what she was doing and tried to control herself. She grabbed other clothes; she needed to take a cold shower to clear her mind.

She exited her room and ran into Yunjin, who was walking back from the front door. “Oh, did your boyfriend leave?”

Yunjin moved her hair behind her ear, “Um, yeah. We were…I mean, he got busy.” Jihyo considered her words and thought back to her struggle with you.

“Yunjin…” Jihyo said, considering what she could do and if she should bring up what she saw. “Yunjin, I saw what you were doing with him.”

“You-I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yunjin, I saw you giving him a blowjob,” Jihyo says, a plan forming in the back of her head. “It didn’t look like he was enjoying it very much.”

“I-was I doing a bad job? Is that why he left early?” She says quietly, beginning to doubt herself.

“Honey, don’t put yourself down. You’re a late bloomer, is all. You’re in college with your first boyfriend. I could always help you learn more about sex.”

“But you’re my-”

“I’m your stepmom. It’s my duty to help you. I have more experience than you. Why don’t you let me join in next time you get with your boyfriend so I can help you?”

“I don’t know. that sounds-”

“Yunjin, he would be happy if I taught you. You would be able to do so much. Imagine how amazed he would be if you managed to swallow more of his cock.” Jihyo was trying to lower Yunjin’s self-esteem just enough for her to agree.

“I guess you’re right. The next time he comes. We’ll do it.” Jihyo gives her stepdaughter a nod and heads into the bathroom to shower. She’s satisfied with herself and masturbating, excited about getting to have sex after so long. She didn’t care about cheating on her husband.

Somedays passed by before Yunjin invited you to come back to her house. You were a bit hesitant, but she told you things would go a lot better this time. You greeted her stepmom Jihyo at the door before being taken to her room. Yunjin left the door open and had you sit on her bed. Placing her hand over your crotch, she says that she wants to try again. You look her in the eyes before moving downward to her chest. The shirt she chose to wear gave you a slight look at her cleavage. She felt your bulge grow and blushed. “I have someone that is going to help me.” A knock at the door catches your attention. Jihyo is standing in the doorway, naked. Her figure was amazing; her big tits and small waist combined with her wide hips made her look like a goddess. You felt a twinge of pain as your pants grew tighter.

“Yunjin, you should take your clothes off. We all know what’s going to happen.” Yunjin gives her stepmother a slight nod and grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and off her body. Her modest chest rose as she took a breath; her small brown nipples were already hard. She stands up, removing her pants. You can’t help but focus on Jihyo; however, her hips swaying with every step, and the slight bounce of her tits hypnotizing you. “Let’s get these clothes off you.” She whispers into your ear. Yunjin helps you remove your clothes and sits on one side of you while Jihyo sits on the other. “I saw my stepdaughter and you the other day. I thought I could help show her how to please her man.” She says, wrapping her hand around your cock. She moves her hand slowly up your shaft, her gentle grip making you shudder. “That feels good, doesn’t it? Take notes, Yunjin.” Yunjin looks intently as Jihyo’s hand glides up and down your shaft. Jihyo plants her lips on your neck as she strokes your cock. “You want to fuck my pussy, don’t you? I saw the way you looked at me. You want to fuck me in front of my stepdaughter.” You moan in response. “Yunjin, dirty talk is always a good thing. You won’t use it today, but keep that in mind.”

Jihyo takes her hand off your cock; you miss the pleasure you got from her almost immediately. “It’s your turn, Yunjin. Hold his cock gently and move your hand slowly.” You feel Yunjin’s hand now; it’s smaller but softer than Jihyo’s. She moves her hand along your shaft, her grip slightly too tight. “Loosen up, Yunjin. Your hand needs to glide along his cock.” Yunjin nods her head and loosens her grip.

“Does it feel good?” She asks you as she continues to stroke your cock.

“It feels really good, Yunjin.” You moan. Jihyo moves around behind you and presses her tits against the back of your head. Her soft mounds feel nice as she moves them around.

“Yunjin, let him play with your tits.” She pushes her chest out for you to play with. Yunjin’s tits are firm and perky, her nipple hard. You flick it, making her release a light moan. You squeeze them, enjoying how they feel in your hand. In response, Yunjin speeds up her handjob, and her hand glides along your cock, getting covered in precum. “That’s good, Yunjin, but slow down. We don’t want him to cum just yet.” Jihyo tells her. “I want you to save some for me.” She whispers to you. “Play with the tip; use your thumb. Slowly move it along the edges, then move over the middle.” Your girlfriend does as she’s told. She moves her thumb around the tip of your cock, rubbing it well. You groan loudly. You’re on the verge of cumming. “Yunjin, stop. We’re going to give him a blowjob now.”

Jihyo climbs off the bed and kneels before you, dragging along Yunjin. “I’ll tell you what to do, Honey.” Jihyo grabs Yunjin’s hair, holding it up for her. Yunjin looks at her nervously. “Go ahead.” While the last blowjob felt good, you weren’t able to cum from it. You hoped this time would go better. Yunjin pressed her lips against the tip of your cock, moving them side to side at first before taking in the head. “Okay, good. Use your tongue on it and relax your throat.” You feel Yunjin’s tongue move around your cock, licking the sides of your shaft. You moan her name and tilt your head back as you enjoy the warmth of her mouth. “Take a little more in.” Yunjin pushes her head down, taking some of your shaft. Her tongue moves along the underside. “Relax your throat.”

Yunjin glances at her stepmother and nods. She tries to relax her throat and forces herself to take more of your cock. She reaches the halfway point. “Good. That’s enough for now; bob your head and use your tongue to finish him off.” Yunjin follows along; she bobs her head, never passing the midway point. Her tongue laps at the sides of your cock until she reaches the head, running over it as she laps up your precum. You moan Yunjin’s name. A small smile forms on her face; she is happy to hear you moan her name. Jihyo got up and sat beside you, kissing your neck. “Now cum in my daughter’s mouth. I know you want to.” She says in a low voice. Your throbbing cock signaled to Yunjin something was coming, but she didn’t expect her mouth to become flooded with your cum. Yunjin’s mouth quickly filled with the warm liquid before it spilled out, running down the corners of her mouth and splattering onto her tits.

Jihyo congratulates Yunjin for her hard work. “You did great, Honey. Are you ready to move on to the next step?”

Yunjin coughs and nods her head. “I want to do it.” Jihyo helps Yunjin onto her feet. Your girlfriend lays down on the bed, looking at you with excitement.

“You’re going to get to fuck my stepdaughter. Aren’t you lucky?” Jihyo says as she strokes your cock. You moan, making Jihyo smile. She continues to pump your shaft until you’re hard. “Now go on. Fuck her.” Yunjin spreads her legs and extends her arms, waiting for you to put it in. You align yourself with her entrance, pushing in slightly. There was some resistance, but you can push past it and inside. You feel Yunjin’s pussy stretching to accommodate you. Yunjin’s walls push against your cock, and you both moan. Yunjin’s cunt was tight and wet. You push in more, wanting to take things slow. Jihyo had other plans, however, and pushed you into Yunjin, making her take every inch. Yunjin cried out as she felt herself be impaled on your cock. You look over your shoulder to see Jihyo masturbating, playing with her tits and fingering herself as she watches. You start thrusting into Yunjin, her high-pitched moans arousing you further. Her legs wrap around behind your back, as do her arms. She calls your name as you bury yourself inside her repeatedly.

“It feels so good. You’re so big.” Yunjin moans as you thrust. “Kiss me,” she says, her voice desperate. You press your lips against Yunjin’s. Her light moans grant you access to the inside of her mouth. Your tongue explores it as she continues to moan. You feel Yunjin’s nipples move against your chest, and her legs push you in further as she loses herself to the pleasure. “Something’s coming, something’s coming!” She cries out as she climaxes. Yunjin’s walls clamp down on your cock, growing tighter. You slam your hips into Yunjin, the loud claps filling the room. On the verge of cumming yourself, you pick up the pace. Yunjin’s cries grow louder as she feels your cock slide in and out quickly.

“I’m cumming.” You groan. “I’m cumming.”

“You can’t cum inside, pull out. Pull out!” Yunjin says in a panicked voice while keeping her legs wrapped around you. You struggle against Yunjin but manage to pull out in time, your cum shooting out onto her stomach. You both take deep breaths, recovering slowly. Yunjin gives you a genuine smile and kisses you. She lets go of you and rests her head. She was tired and soon fell asleep.

As you sit in front of Yunjin, looking at her sleeping form, Jihyo comes up from behind you. Her hands wrap around your waist as she presses her tits against your back. “I hope you didn’t forget about me.” Jihyo wraps her hand around your flaccid cock, stroking it slowly in a way that only she could. “You wanted to cum inside of Yunjin, didn’t you?”

“I did.” You reply, huffing.

“It’s too bad she didn’t let you, but I will.” You turn to face Jihyo. She continues to stroke your cock. “You’re getting hard again. Does it sound that good?” She says with a laugh. “You like the idea that much? Cumming inside your girlfriend’s stepmom while she’s sleeping right in front of you?” You don’t say a word; your cock is doing the talking for you. Jihyo presses her tits against you again. “Let me use these. You were staring at them earlier. Lay down for me, baby.” You do as instructed. Jihyo crawls toward you, her heavy mounds swaying as she moves. Jihyo places your cock between her soft tits and moves them up and down your shaft. “Your cock’s so big, it’s poking out the top.” She says as she presses her tits together, creating more friction. “Watching you fuck my daughter was so hot. I couldn’t wait for my turn.” You watch as Jihyo’s tits begin to shine as your cum covers them. Jihyo was skillful; she knew how to use her body in just the right way. With your cock poking out from in between her tits, Jihyo used her tongue, lapping at the head when it poked out.

“Shit. You’re on another level.”

“I know. If you’re interested, we could do this all the time while my husband is gone. We’ll just say their lessons. Do you like the sound of that? A mommy-daughter threesome?”

“That sounds amazing,” You moan. Your cock begins to twitch between Jihyo’s tits. She smiles at you.

“Cum on my tits, make them yours.” She commands. You release the tension and cum on Jihyo’s tits. Your cum spurts into the air, landing on them. She has a wide smile on her face as she uses her tits to milk you. She pulls away once you run dry and massages your cum into her skin. Jihyo moans as she does so, arousing you even more. “It’s time for the good part,” Jihyo says in a low, seductive tone. She crawls toward you, climbing up your body until she’s face to face with you. “Tell me how much you want me,” Jihyo says as she grabs your cock and rubs it between her folds.

“I want to fuck you.” You groan.

“I know. Where do you want to cum.”

“I want to cum inside you. I want to fill your pussy with my cum.” Jihyo smirks, liking your answer.

She leans down and kisses you before saying, “Then fill me up, baby. Make me your woman.” Jihyo places your cock against her pussy and slams herself down. “Oh fuck!” She moans. Jihyo rocks her hips back and forth as she does a low hum of pleasure. “This is just what I thought it would feel like. Nice and big.” Jihyo places her hand over her lower stomach, “It feels like you’re right here. Right against my womb.” Jihyo’s pussy was tight, her muscles tightening around your cock. Then she started bouncing on it; you felt her swallow the entirety of your cock in swift motions. You looked up at the woman before you, her tits bouncing as she crashed onto your cock. Jihyo had eyes filled with lust. Her moans were unrestrained and filled the room. Jihyo grabbed your hands and placed them on her tits, “Play with them. I know you want to.” You couldn’t deny her words. You squeezed her tits; they were soft and jiggled slightly if you shook them. Jihyo’s moans only grew louder; her hair covered half her face, and she had a look of pure bliss. You felt yourself nearing your climax, your cock throbbing inside the older woman.

“You’re going to cum. I can feel it. Hold on just a little bit longer; I’m getting close. I’ll give you a nice reward if you do.” You place your hands on Jihyo’s waist and grit your teeth as you try to hold on. You felt Jihyo’s walls clench around your cock as she impaled herself on it. “Fuck! You’re messing me up inside. I’m going to cum.” Jihyo looks down and steals a kiss from you. “Cum inside me. Fill my pussy. I want to feel your cum inside me.” She says as she slams herself down and buries your cock inside her. Jihyo throws her head back and cries out in pleasure as she cums. You let go as well, letting your cum flood her cunt, pumping her full of it just how she wanted. You felt Jihyo’s cunt milking you, greedily taking every drop of cum. Jihyo rocks back and forth for a few minutes, remaining tied to you until she recovers. “You managed to hold back. I guess you deserve that reward.”

Jihyo unmounts you. She looks down at her body and spreads her lips, watching cum drip out of her. She has a satisfied smirk on her face as she gets between your legs and grabs your cock. “I’ll clean you up.” Jihyo presses her lips around the head of your cock and takes it into her mouth; in one smooth motion, she moves down to the base of your cock. A few spurts of cum shoot out into her mouth as you experience your first deepthroat blowjob. Jihyo’s tongue moves around your shaft as she makes her way up. Jihyo’s lips were tightly wrapped around your shaft, dragging along any cum she might have missed. With a pop, she leaves your cock. She opens her mouth, letting you see her mouth full of your cum before she drinks it. Jihyo smiles at you as she climbs off the bed and heads for the door.

You look over at Yunjin, seeing that she is still asleep. “Don’t worry about her. She’s a heavy sleeper. You could probably fuck her, and she’d sleep right through it. Oh, and I look forward to our next lesson. Yunjin will get there one day.”

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cursedcatvibes · 2 months ago

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KILLSHOT!

re4r!fuckboy leon x fuckgirl reader

word count: 5.9k

summary: Leon is only really a fuckboy because of some sort of childhood trauma thing. He doesn’t want to be forgotten, growing up ugly isn’t something he wanted to be remembered by so when he got his glow up he obviously used his looks to his advantage. But what happens when he starts to hear another name other than his own making rounds, everyone is raving about this person and Leon doesn’t like this. Is he jealous of them? Or is he actually jealous he hadn’t gotten to experience it yet?

tags/warnings: Minors DNI! Smut, 18+. Complicated emotions, slight mask kink, using of drugs, drugs mentioned, alcohol slightly mentioned, college ditzy bimbo talking, fingering, cowgirl, praise, characters from other franchises mentioned, halloween party, stalking-ish.. not proof read

A/N: hello! i have not been active in a few months oh my gosh.. literally sickening but life is literally sickening in itself? so.. but anyways, i had this idea strike me and it’s taken so long for me to punch it out because i kept changing the plot and rewriting and deleting shit because i didn’t like it. sue me! but yeah i forced myself to sit and write all day, so if some of the plot is not consistent i apologize! i actually got slight inspiration from pawgleon.. like the way the characters speak. i think she portrays bimbo and ditzy talk very well! (this is me partaking in kinktober)

Songs! ^^

Killshot (Slowed + Reverb) - Magdalena Bay

Rehab - Brent Faiyaz

Yummy - Ayesha Erotica

Like a Dream - Thomas LaRosa

Poison- Brent Faiyaz

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Leon’s always made a name for himself ever since Junior year in highschool. He had been considered ugly up until that point, had a bunch of acne (just like a normal growing teenager would), wore glasses, and his voice was still a little high-pitched because his balls had yet to drop. So what? Most boys are late bloomers! Definitely nothing to be insecure about.

He got picked on a lot and all the girls he liked never liked him back, always made fun of him whenever they could and called him a weird freak. But that all changed one summer when he got back to school for the new year.

He had gained a skincare routine, traded his glasses for contact lenses, and even started working out. It made him feel good about himself and it gave him the confidence to say fuck you to everyone else.

When he strolled into school however, it proved to be different almost immediately.

Here he was thinking he would have to defend himself again this year but people actually seemed to like him, girls he had never spoken to in his life started coming up to him. All pretty and perky too.

Now all of the sudden everyone wanted to fuck him and he was overjoyed. He quickly lost his virginity not even a month into starting the new school year, it took him a long while to perfect his craft but soon he got pretty good at knowing a woman’s body, men too.

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A few years later and now he’s in college with a reputation of being a fuckboy. It wasn’t a bad thing for him, considering the fact that he was able to get out the pent up stress college applied onto him.

Leon always got to pick his fruit of the night daily, sometimes even more than once a day. He didn’t have to worry about girls trying to get into relationships with him because of his reputation, one, and two, he was always up front about how he didn’t want to date anyone.

He was 1000% sure that if someone could be labeled as best fuck/hookup he would qualify for first every single time.

Well that’s what he originally thought until he started hearing another name going around, almost as often as his own. He was curious about who this person was, he wondered if they were as good as him for this many people to be buzzing about them.

It only took him a couple of minutes asking around before he found out the full name of the person and what class they were in. Surprisingly they were in the morning class of the same lesson that Leon took except his was more in the afternoon.

No wonder they haven’t crossed paths. No worries, he’s sure that a person like him must be cool enough to become friends with.

Oh how wrong he was.

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You had a decent up bringing growing up, didn’t struggle academically and you weren’t bad looking but you weren’t good looking either. Just plain. No one paid much mind to you in middle school.

It was completely fine with you, no drama, no names to remember, and no one to pick on you. You could honestly say you enjoyed it.

No one bothered you up until you hit puberty, you noticed almost immediately that people started treating you differently. It was strange at first, getting used to everyone trying to butter you up for one thing only.

You didn’t see much of an issue because you didn’t care, you didn’t see virginity as a big deal either. Now you weren’t a hoe or passed around, you just had sexual relations with whomever.

You were pretty ecstatic about going to college you had aspirations and dreams, that dream job wasn’t going to be easy. You needed to have a proper education and a little experience in that field before you even tried.

It was also well known in college that you get to sleep around with whoever you want and receive no consequences.

But never raw, you definitely weren’t trying to get pregnant before your life properly started. You applauded the women who did have babies this early in life and still make something of themselves but you could barely take care of yourself on a daily let alone a whole other little human.

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You sat there in the middle row of the lecture, bored out of your mind. You stared at the chalkboard and occasionally glanced down at your notebook to doodle or something to make it appear you were paying attention. It was just an extra class you were forced to do for extra credits before the end of the semester.

Leon on the other hand was sat in the back row of that same class, he somehow managed to weasel his way into the same extracurricular as you so he could spy on you, a feeling of unease brewing in his belly as he watched you.

He didn’t trust you, he didn’t think you were a whore. That’s kinda hypocritical of him but he was put off by your presence. Maybe a little bit jealous of you and how you managed to make a name for yourself. It was almost like he was challenging you mentally. A challenge you yourself wasn’t even aware of.

He glanced up at the clock when he noticed people getting up, he collected his stuff immediately and quietly followed behind you. Leon felt like he was being a bit stalker ish but he wanted answers. Plus it’s not like he was doing it to be a pervert.

He watched as you met up with some friends to go study in the library, obviously he was still shadowing you from afar. His nose shoved inside a book in the far corner in the library but close enough to spy on you from a distance.

He didn’t gain much information, you were hard working with a flirtatious personality, it was kind of hard for him to gather anything from this. But he overheard you and your friends talking about going to a party, his head perked up a bit like a dog smelling a delicious treat.

He wasn’t sure why but he felt this strange feeling wash over him, could he confront you there? But why was he trying to confront you? In all honesty he wasn’t sure, he just knew that he was jealous and scared that he would become a nobody again.

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You and your friends spoke happily about the most random stuff, like who got who pregnant, followed by did you see this new show? The topics never truly stayed on one solid one unless the whole group had a deep connection to it.

So it didn’t surprise you that a party happening later that night was mentioned. “It’s a costume party?” You asked curiously and your friend chuckled and nudged you with her elbow. “Oh my god, like yeah. Obviously. It’s halloween.” Ashley giggled and the rest of them did too.

“That’s so lame.” You murmured, twirling your pencil around in your hand. “Like.. this is the start of a bad hallmark movie or something.” You said as your lips pulled up into a thin line.

Your friends shrugged and they obviously knew you would go anyways, you glanced around the library per usual. Something you did just as a random habit and you spotted someone looking at you.

You frowned a bit as you watched the guy look away and bury his face back in his book. How strange? “What a weirdo.” Your friend, Jill, spoke up and it startled you a bit. “Huh?” You turned back to her and she stared at the guy before looking back at you.

“Do you know him?” She asked and you shook your head no. “Yeah.. I thought so. He kept glancing over here and I thought it was all in my head.” Jill mumbled softly as if to keep it between the both of you. With a nod of agreement from you Jill joined back into the conversation.

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Leon on the other hand was burning red in embarrassment, you had looked right at him and made a face. Now he looked creepy. He should just leave the library now or something, anything! But he stayed glued to his seat, straining his ears to eavesdrop on your table.

After a while he watched you all get up and leave, he sighed softly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Nice going, Kennedy. You’ve outdone yourself and now you look like a creep.” He muttered in annoyance.

He quickly packed his stuff up and exited the library, shooting his friends a quick text before heading towards his dorm. He needed a Halloween costume now.

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Halloween shopping didn’t take long for your group of friends. All of you got ready in Claire’s dorm because it was spacious and she was the one who got the best one because rumor had it her brother fucked one of the deans for special privileges and Claire used it as blackmail for herself.

Everyone in that dorm knew it was far from the truth, she was just a good student and because of that she got special treatment alongside Chris.

Ashley was busy doing her makeup when she looked over at you who was staring at the costume you had got. “You okay?” She asked and you turned around to look at her. It was obvious to everyone she would go as Harley Quinn. It suited her. Is what you thought before responding.

“I’m questioning if this is too much.” You responded and Jill perked up. “Definitely not. It’s actually beneficial because it’ll probably be super hot at that party so the less clothes the better.” She murmured mindlessly as she put on her realistic wig..

Ashley and Claire glanced over at Jill before bursting out in a fit of giggles. “This is why we keep Jill on a high pedestal. She’s like super smart and pretty. It’s a two for one.” Ashley grinned and you chuckled softly.

Claire slung her arm over your shoulder and tugged you close. “Besides you’ll be matching with me, and y’know if someone bothers you and you don’t want them Chris will stand up for us.” She pinched your cheek gently and you swatted her hand away with a whine.

“Fine, you have a point.” You relented with raised hands as if you surrender. Claire smiled and grabbed her costume to change into.

Ashley put her hair up into two pigtails and grabbed the spray of temporary hair dye. “So.. Luis is going to be there.” She beamed, and everyone in the room rolled their eyes. “Ashley, you are such a simp for him.” Claire huffed and you and Jill nodded in agreement.

“Okay well it’s not my fault okay! It’s gotta be his stupid accent.” Ashley grumbled softly, pouting as she did so. When she turned around after staring at the vanity mirror for so long she smiled seeing everyone in their costumes.

Jill is Tiffany Valentine from the Chucky franchise, Ashley is Harley Quinn from the DC franchise, Claire is Starfire, and you are Raven.

You purse your lips as you hold the cape up between your fingertips. “You know for the longest time I had no idea what she was saying.” You admitted and everyone but Jill agreed. “You didn’t watch it with subtitles?” She laughed and you shook your head no with a grin.

“I thought she was just speaking gibberish.” You said and it just made everyone laugh harder as they gathered their things to get ready to leave. “Yeah because they would make one of their main characters speak gibberish everytime she used her powers.” Claire teased and you turned red with embarrassment but also laughter as you all walked out the door.

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Leon on the other hand was pre gaming in his dorm room with his friends, Carlos, Chris, and Luis. “Dude you know how many hot chicks are going to be there?” Chris murmured as he slipped into a brown jacket, pulling gloves onto his hands while searching for his Jason Vorhees mask.

“I'm definitely scoring tonight.” Carlos said as he messed with his hair, a soft hum leaving his lips. Leon shrugged, not very interested in hooking up with anybody. He was more interested in trying to one up you.

Luis sat next to Leon on the couch and stared at him for a second. “¿Qué pasa, Sancho?” He asked, tilting his head at the blonde who seemed to be anxious. “Nothing. Just.. thinking. I guess.” He replied, rubbing his nape.

Luis cocked his eyebrow up and narrowed his eyes at Leon suspiciously. “Well, whatever it is. I’m here if you wanna talk.” He assured, placing his hand on Leon’s shoulder. Leon nodded and grabbed his Ghostface mask.

“Are we all ready?” Chris asked as Carlos was putting on his gloves with fake claws on them. He had the signature Freddy Krueger colors on while Luis had the iconic blue jumpsuit and Michael Myers mask. Once everyone was ready they set off to the party, Leon swallowed anxiously under his mask.

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The first thing you were met with when you entered the frat house was a mess, a mess of drunk and high people. You made a face at the smell of sweat and sex filling the air. Have some decorum people. You grimaced as you were dragged through the party.

Somehow ending up in the living room with everyone in your friend group. “They have coke! Oh my gosh, I’ve like totally wanted to try it.” Ashley beamed and grabbed you. “C’mon let’s all do a line, when’s the next time you’ll be offered coke or something. We’ll be all old with wrinkles.” Ashley whined, trying to convince Claire and Jill who sighed and reluctantly agreed.

“Okay but doesn’t this like burn?” You questioned.

“What? Like Molly?” Ashley raised her eyebrow.

“No—Like doesn’t it burn your nostrils?” You raised an eyebrow back at her.

Jill sighed and picked up a straw that was on the table along with random lines of coke on the glass surface while you and Ashley argued over something as tedious as whether it’ll go down smoothly.

Claire followed in pursuit of Jill and did a line too, squeezing her eyes shut as she sniffled. “Jeez, that shit is strong..” She muttered as she pinched her nostrils, Jill nodded heavily in agreement.

“I forgot you’re the fucking coke queen of America. That’s my bad.” You huffed softly.

Ashley rolled her eyes and went to reach for a straw for you only to see Claire and Jill holding them. “You guys did it without us!!” She complained and you just sighed.

“Ash, we can just do a line right now.” You murmured which seemed to calm her down enough to keep her tantrum at bay. She holds your hand and leans down in sync with you as you both snorted a line.

At the same time you both did, Leon and his goon squad arrived at the party and everyone started cheering. Garnering the attention of all of you kneeled at the table.

You wiped away the residue on your nose and sniffled, narrowing your eyes at Leon for a second as he put on his Ghostface mask and his face was hidden again. He looked.. familiar.

You tried to ponder where you saw him at, but you just shrugged it off. Whatever. Probably nowhere.

Jill glanced over at Chris a few times while Claire was eyeing Carlos. Ashley immediately bounced up and was about to scurry over to Luis. You grabbed onto her wrist before she could run off.

“Ashley! Are you seriously ditching us for Luis?” You stared at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

“What? Noo—I would definitely not. ‘M just being friendly. I’ll totally come back.” She replied in her usual manner, which gave away that she was lying. You reluctantly let her go and she scurried off.

You sighed heavily as you watched Claire and Jill give each other a knowing look. “You guys too?!” You groaned out and they gave you a sheepish smile. “We’ll come back, we have our phones on sound and we’ll all go home together.” Jill assured, placing her hand on your thigh.

“You guys hate me.” You frowned with a slight pout and Claire pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Pinky promise we’ll come back.” She whispered and you took her pinky in your own. “Okay. Promise.” You sighed out.

Then you watched Claire and Jill disappear, probably to go curl up with Chris and Carlos. You weren’t very amused, the only reason you came was to hang out with them but Leon and his stupid friends came and ruined it.

Whatever. Least you had some entertainment, the coke on the table and the promise of alcohol.

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Leon smirked as he entered the party, he knew he was hot shit. But that lingering fear that he would be some name in the past still brewed within him. Which is why he agreed to tag along. The only question was where were you?

He sauntered deeper into the party with his friends until one by one they were plucked away by girls he recognized from your friend group. He pursed his lips beneath his mask, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he glanced around.

It’s as if fate itself had its way of showing itself as you stumbled into the kitchen, not dressed in much. His eyes widened in surprise as you walked to the punch bowl that was probably spiked by now and got yourself a cup of juice.

He watched from the corner of his eye in awe as you licked the rim of the cup to clean the few drops of juice you got on the side of the cup. He gulped and chastised himself, no he wasn’t supposed to be staring at you like some lovesick maniac. He was trying to prove himself tonight.

He would plow through so much pussy tonight it would leave you behind in the dust. Or at least that’s what he hoped.

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As the night lingered on you got more wasted to forget about the fact you got ditched for some dick. You couldn’t say you were surprised and honestly you were contemplating getting laid. But there was something uneasy about tonight.

Every room you slowly made your way into you saw some guy in the Ghostface costume making out with some girl, borderline groping each other over their clothes. At first you thought it was different guys until you got a good look at the face of the man behind the mask twice to realize it was the same guy with different girls each time. Weirdo. Is all you thought but you were smart enough to remember some guys have a game to see who can get the most kisses, hook ups, blowjobs in one night.

Leon on one hand was shocked each time you walked past him like it was nothing, like you just didn’t care. He was sure he could fuck some girl in front of everyone and you wouldn’t pay them any mind. What the hell?

With a growl he was determined to get your attention somehow, it didn’t even register that he was doing all this for your attention. His body reacting on pure instinct as he broke away from the kiss with the girl. A brief apology as he excused himself. Chasing after you as you drunkenly stumbled back to the kitchen.

He stood at a distance watching you rummage through the fridge. “All my friends hate me, oh my god.” You mumbled under your breath as you found nothing to satisfy your hungry belly. A soft pout on your expression until some guy pressed up against you from behind.

You paused for a second before you stood up straight and turned around to see some random guy in a batman costume staring down at you. “Uhm, hello.” You say as he leans down to inspect your costume. “Oh okay. Just go on ahead—“

“Raven? From Teen Titans?” He asked as his eyes met your own again.

“Oh yeah, my friend and I dressed as Raven and Starfire.” You slurred a bit as he rubbed his thumb over your chin. “Oh—Hellooo.” You giggled as the guy placed his other hand on your hip.

“We’re from the same franchise. I think your costume looks really cool.. I’m Brandon” He uttered softly, leaning down to brush his lips against yours and you eagerly reciprocated, whispering your own name into the kiss. You had plans starting to form in your head to go back with this guy to his dorm and hook up with him.

Well, you did at least plan to leave with him. But no way in hell was Leon going to let that happen. He stormed over, his angry expression hidden behind the Ghostface mask, he cleared his throat and tugged you away from the guy.

He glanced between you and the guy in his stupid batman costume. When he realized what he had done he immediately lied on the spot, blurting the first name of your friend that came to mind. “Ashley! Erm—Ashley asked if you could come help her with something.”

You blinked a few times as you processed what was said, realizing that the guy behind the Ghostface costume must know Ashley, which didn’t surprise you. “Oh.”

You bit on your bottom lip and glanced at Brandon. “Sorry. My friend needs me.” You replied and latched onto Leon’s arm. “Lead the way.” You hiccuped.

Leon immediately walked off with you, feeling a sense of pride at the knowledge he ruined that moment for you. Yet when he looked down at your face you didn’t seem to mind, in fact you seemed more worried about your friend.

Leon guided you out the party, letting the fresh air overcome him and you. He didn’t realize how hot it was inside until he stepped outside with you.

“Wait. She left the party?” You stopped in your tracks and gently tugged on Leon’s arm.

“What?” He said, confusion laced in his tone before he remembered the lie he uttered. “Oh yeah—yeah. She uhm, left to go with him but she told him to tell me you needed her.”

You didn’t seem to question him any further, which was a relief for him because he wasn’t sure how much more he could lie as he guided you back to the dorms. More specifically his.

What the fuck am I doing?

Why did I care so much that she was going to kiss some random dude?

Why am I taking her back to my dorm?

I should’ve been on my fourth hook up tonight and yet I haven’t touched any naked body yet.

Leon’s mind raced as he unlocked the door and guided you inside, closing the door behind him and locking it as you called out for Ashley.

“Ashley! Ugh I swear if it’s not something important and you made me miss out on the opportunity to get laid I’m gonna murder you!” You groaned out as you stumbled in your platformed boots; which in theory are horrible to wear while being wasted.

Leon pulled his mask off and tossed it onto his couch, wiping the sweat from his brow before he followed after you, grabbing hold of your wrist to turn you around towards him gently.

“Ew your hands are like.. gross and sweaty.” You made a face of disgust and his nose scrunched up in annoyance.

“Okay that’s a bit rude.” He huffed and looked at you, he would finally be able to see you for you at this moment. It suddenly hit him.

You’re not competition, obviously not if you’re not bragging about your hook up to him, rather your friend who definitely isn’t here.

Hell, you’re just a girl. A girl who he’s jealous of for no reason.

A girl who’s.. really fucking pretty?

His eyes widened as he came to the realization that it wasn’t anger at being replaced, it wasn’t jealousy of hearing your name being uttered time and time again instead of his.

No, that's stupid. I’ll see if she’s really as good as everyone says she is. He was determined to see what was so special about you.

Your nose scrunched up as if mimicking his own expression as you could see different emotions ran across his face. “Uhm hello?—“ You went to wave your hand in front of his eyes when he tightened his grip on you and pulled you in for a kiss with force. Such force that you stumbled.

A quick lie running out of his mouth smoothly as he cupped your face in his hands. “I lied, Ashley didn’t call you here.. I just have such a big crush on you and didn’t know how to express it.” He breathed out as your tongue ran over his bottom lip.

You, to his surprise, didn’t fight back or protest the kiss. You seemed to encourage it more than anything.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s kinda sly of you..” You remarked as you pulled back from the kiss, your lipstick smeared on his soft plump ones. You brought your thumb up to his bottom lip and wiped away as much as you could.

“So what’s your name you big stud.” You teased in a drunken tone, Leon bit his bottom lip and ducked down to capture your lips again. “Leon.” He muttered into the kiss, slowly guiding you to his room with careful steps.

He could tell you were getting tired of how slow he was moving so he patted your thigh to encourage you to hop up. Once you did he grabbed the back of your legs and held you firmly against him, your lips not parting from his own as he stumbled into his bedroom.

He dropped you down onto the bed and finally pulled away. “I have to turn on the lamp..” He mumbled quietly as he reached off to the side to flick the light on. The moonlight helped to illuminate the parts of the room the light didn’t reach fully.

When he looked down at you he felt his heart rate increase. “Fuck.” He cursed and you just smiled at the sight above you.

You reached your hand up to move his hair out of his face. “What? Think I’m pretty or something?” You asked and he nodded, a soft giggle leaving your precious lips.

So precious. He thought as he pressed his left palm above your head against the bed while his other hand came up to cup and fondle your breast above your costume.

You managed to kick your boots off somehow, leaning back against the bed comfortably. “Well that’s sweet of you. I think you’re quite handsome.” You replied as your hair laid spread out behind you.

Leon hesitated for a second, what does he do now? He’s been hooking up with people for awhile now and for once in his life he’s stunned on what to do next. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a soft moan as you drag his hand up to your mouth to suck on his thumb.

“Hah.. you’re good at that hm?” He cooed, pressing his thumb down against your tongue. With a soft hum from you he adjusted the way he was hovering above you so he could use both hands instead of one.

He dragged his left hand down your torso right down to your pussy, he could feel the heat radiating off of such an intimate part of you. This made his cock throb with want as he pushed the crotch of your costume to the side.

“I guess this costume is pretty much easy access..” He spoke his inner thoughts aloud, watching you blush beneath his watchful gaze before his fingertip brushed against your clit.

You mewled softly and brought your hands up to paw at his chest, wanting his costume off but he clicked his tongue. “Patience. Good things come to those who wait.” He scolded you lightly and gave you a shit eating grin as you frowned.

“You’re like a delicacy.” He explained, rubbing his middle and ring finger through your folds before prodding them against your hole. “You must be handled with care.” He punctuated his words by shoving his fingers inside of you.

You gasped and your back arched off the bed a little. “O-Oh fuck. That feels good.. your fingers are so thick.” You whimpered around his thumb, he snickered softly and pulled his thumb away from your mouth, pressing the wet digit against your clit to rub hard and fast circles against the sensitive little bud while his other hand moved in tandem by fucking his fingers in and out of you.

A slick squelching sound resounding through the room followed by lewd moans coming from you. Who would’ve thought having sex while being high on coke made everything feel ten times better?

“Leon.” You whined softly as your walls clenched down tightly around his fingers. “You’re g’nna make me cum..”

Leon just shrugged and leaned down to nip at your neck. “And? That’s what you want, right baby?” He whispered directly in your ear, sucking on your earlobe. He let out a low chuckle as you cried out a soft yes.

He doubled down on his efforts and you swore you saw stars, definitely. You squealed softly as your orgasm crashed down onto your body like a truck, your cheeks and the tips of your ears turning red and hot with arousal.

“There’s we go. That’s my girl.” He lapped at the pulse point on your neck as you settled down from your high, he took the opportunity to strip himself of his clothes but not before getting a taste of what he was going to be indulging in.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and swirled his tongue around his own digits, sighing softly as he tasted the sweet essence that he had coaxed out of you.

“God. That shits perfect.” Leon bit his bottom lip as he began to remove his clothes, eyeing you hungrily as his cock sprung up into view.

You mumbled something before sitting up on your elbows, your mouth almost instantly watering at the sight of his dick. “Woah.” You blinked a few times before reaching out to touch.

Accidentally grabbing it too hard made Leon hiss in pleasure. “God damn. Easy baby.” He groaned out, and you winced out a soft apology, letting him guide your hand to be the perfect pressure and pace for him to get off on.

“Wait..” You said suddenly which made Leon pause, staring down at you questioningly. “Can you get your uh.. the mask.” You asked coyly, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger slyly as it registered what you wanted in his head.

“Sure thing.” He chuckled and patted your cheek, disappearing for a second before returning with the mask on his head. You grinned wickedly as he stood near the edge of his bed.

“How do I look—“ He was cut off by you yanking him down onto the bed, straddling him as you smirked. “I’m gonna absolutely ravish you.” You sighed out softly, having already removed your clothes when he stepped out the room.

Leon was quite stunned at the 360 shift in attitude. You were just crying on his fingers a few seconds ago and now you’re practically pinning him down. He placed his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing his thumbs against your soft skin.

“Yeah? What if I want to ravish you?” He retorted and you leaned down to press your bare chest against his own, “You could try.” You slurred quietly, but as the hours went on the more you slightly sobered up.

“Guess I’ll have to try super hard then.” He whispered softly as he grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip of it through your folds with a soft hum. You bit your bottom lip as you eventually sank down on him, the two releasing a soft moan in sync with each other.

It didn’t take long for Leon to start bouncing you on his cock as you rode him with an eager pace, it seems the mask was doing things for you that you yourself weren’t even aware would do.

The wet sounds between the two resounding through the room as skin on skin slapping against each other blended into the mix. “Fuck, you’re so tight.. ‘n wet.. ‘n warm.” He whined, fingers digging into your plush thighs as he bucked his hips up into you.

You nodded in acknowledgment. Your eyes fluttered shut as you could feel that coil in your gut tightening with each thrust and bounce. You knew you were close and so did Leon. “I’m almost there.” He panted out, gulping beneath the mask which was starting to prove to be extremely hot. He was sure he had sweat all over his face and head, if he was to remove the mask he was 99% sure that his hair would be thoroughly damp.

Yet if he could get girls to ride him as crazy and as good as you do he would wear it for every hookup encounter he ever had.

You reached your hands up to start punching and twisting your nipples, fondling your tits to tease him. He grunted loudly as he watched you with bated breath. “Fuck, keep playing with yourself like that. Touch that pretty little clit of yours too.” He gritted out as you did so, causing your walls to clamp down tightly around his cock.

Your jaw dropped as his cock brushed against that spongy spot inside of you that never failed to give you chills. “I-I can’t hold it..” You cried out, hand still moving quickly against your clit. Leon could see your chest rising and falling quickly and he was just a few seconds away from spilling his own seed.

“I know. W-Where do you want it?” He uttered aloud, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back against his bed. “Mm. Inside, please.” You whined, bucking your hips eagerly.

Leon's eyes shot open and his head shot up to stare at you. “Fuck.. that’s so hot. Are you sure?” He was a bit nervous and didn’t want to cum inside of you if you weren’t 100% sure.

With an eager nod you spoke once more. “Yes! God, please! Inside of me, Leon.” You insisted, throwing your head back in pleasure as he thrusted a couple more times before pulling your hips flush against his own, he came before you did and it only took a few quick rubs from you before your orgasm hit you once more.

You practically collapsed on top of him with a heavy breath, resting your head on his chest as he moved his hands up to pull the mask off, finally being free of the sweaty contraption. He wrapped both his arms around you as his cock started to soften within your warm wet walls.

Fuck. He had to admit that the people were right about you being a good fuck.

Especially when you looked up at him with that soft smile but your eyes told a different story as you wiggled your hips a bit, it’s as if he didn’t even start to soften to begin with as he was fully hard within seconds.

Guess he was in for a long night, just as long as you don’t hear the incessant buzzing coming from your phone that was discarded on his nightstand haphazardly from your friends.

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𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 — g. satoru

one drunken night changes everything between you and satoru

cw. alcohol, virginity loss, reverse corruption, switch!gojo, modern au, unprotected sex, gojo is inexperienced, mild slut shaming but satoru gets his payback, gojo does not believe in toxic masculinity amen

Getting Gojo drunk is never a good idea.

You, for one, as his friend should know.

Satoru’s ruddy cheeks, boisterous laughter and slurring words gave away his intoxication, and Geto was about to call a taxi for him when he stopped the outside party with a reveal no one had anticipated.

“Why’re you ruining my fun—hic—Suguru… I wanted to lose my virginity t'night.”

Record screech. Ieiri glanced up from the cig she was smoking, and the whites of your wide eyes reflected the neon club sign.

“Satoru,” Geto gasped, his phone left open on the Uber screen, mouth agape. “What did you say?”

In answer to this sudden truth bomb, the white-haired man shrugged, kicking his feet up a curb and leaning back against the cool marble. The bench he was sprawled on was way too small to accommodate his 6’3 frame, and his legs, each about almost a mile long, were perched on either side of the seat.

“I said what I said. Why—find it hard to believe, Sugu?”

He looked good for someone already in an alarming state of intoxication, and you didn’t miss how Ieiri smirked at your flushing cheeks. Shooting her a glare, you quickly glanced at Suguru, relieved to find him still processing what Satoru said.

“I thought… What about that girl back in third year?”

Satoru waved off his question with a prissy flap of his hand. “Eh, that was old news. We never did anything vile.”

“Imagine that,” Shoko snickered, stubbing out her cigarette with the tip of her boot. “The great Gojo Satoru—bitchless.”

Geto couldn’t help the guffaw that burst from his chest, and you had to turn your face to the side to hide the hysterical giggles waiting to destroy your pouting friend’s ego.

“Ieiri,” you chastised her, struggling to hold back your laughter, though with your lips twitching, it wasn’t hard to deduce that you were trying not to lose it. “Don’t make fun of him like that. Satoru’s just a late bloomer.”

“Yeah!” Gojo chimed in, shooting you a lopsided grin. “It’s not my fault girls only want me for my money.”

You winced and Suguru rolled his eyes.

“If I recall, some of them did find you attractive, but you have ridiculous standards, Satoru.”

The white-haired fiend turned to you with a cheeky grin. “I do. That’s why Y/N-chan should take a leaf out of my book.”

“Oi—!”

“The car is on the way,” Suguru chimed in, hastily coming in between you and Satoru to interrupt before things got out of hand.

Your indignation was amusing to Gojo who chuckled heartily. “Ah, come on, Y/N. You’ve made some ridiculous choices in the past, but we still love you. I’m only just teasing.”

Before you could open your mouth to speak, the Uber pulled up, and with it, Satoru’s escape. “Oops. I gotta go, guys—”

“I’ll follow you.” Your sudden offer for help rubbed Gojo the wrong way, and he made a face, ego bruised with your assumption that he was too drunk to get himself safely back.

“I can go home without your help. I’m fin—” He stood up… and almost fell onto his face.

Geto was quick to catch him, and your yell of surprise induced Ieiri to lurch forward with her own arms outstretched in case both of you lost your grip on the taller man.

It took three people to bundle Satoru in the backseat, and you shook off Geto’s worrying chimes when he asked if you needed his help.

“He’ll sober up before we reach the penthouse. Don’t worry.”

You slammed the car door closed on Geto and Shoko, both of them standing with shifting eyes and uncertainty in their hesitant gaits.

“Could you please put the AC higher?”

The cab driver nodded, and you sat Gojo closer to the middle, where he was getting a nice faceful of cold air.

Thankfully, he didn’t grumble much on the way home, but the white-haired menace did threaten, once or twice, to puke in the car. The driver couldn’t have driven fast enough, and he even refused Gojo’s 5-star rating, a sign of his mild annoyance.

Next, you had to haul a 6’3 baby into the elevator of his own penthouse. Satoru wasn’t an easy drunk—he whined, pouted and moaned about the lights being too bright or the room spinning or his feet aching. Honestly, you were glad to get him through the front door without anyone committing homicide.

He was sobering up on the couch when you approached him with some hot tea, his misery drawn out and getting on your nerves when he nodded pitifully, taking the piping mug from you.

Gojo’s penthouse suite was as much his as your home. Every weekend, you and Shoko would haunt either Satoru or Suguru’s homes, and you knew where every mug belonged and how he liked his plates to be arranged.

Sitting down next to him, it was almost peaceful and quiet. Satoru had a certain assurance about him which put anyone at ease, and you were not exempted.

You liked his strong and reliable presence. Sure, he was an overgrown toddler in a young man’s body, but when push came to shove, Gojo would always show up for the people he loves.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier.”

You blinked, turning to find a pair of sincere azure eyes boring into yours.

“What?”

“About your mistakes. I know it was a dark time for you after your breakup with Sukuna. I didn’t mean to come off as ignorant and cruel.”

Your lips twitched at the sound of your ex-boyfriend’s name. “It’s fine. You’re a pretty shitty person when you’re drunk anyway.”

Gojo scoffed and set his mug down on the expensive marble coffee table.

“Excuse me? I’m trying to be nice here.”

“Hmm.” You tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Did you mean what you said—that you’re actually a virgin?”

Curiosity got the best of you, and it didn’t help that three of Gojo’s buttons were loosened, exposing a pale strip of his neck to your wandering eyes.

“Yeah.” He said it with such nonchalance and straightforwardness, you thought he was pulling your leg again.

“Please,” you forced a scoff, trying hard to ignore your heartbeat in between your legs. “Like anyone would believe that.”

“I’m serious,” he cried out, and to prove how genuine he was, Gojo siddled closer to you. “Cross my heart and I swear on my grandma’s dead body. I’ve never touched a girl before.”

Well, Satoru did love his grandmother. You pouted, and before you could stop yourself, your primal, tipsy thoughts spilled out without any hesitation.

“I could show you.”

The silence after your question felt like an empty stretch of Tundra sea.

Your stomach turned and you slapped a hand to your mouth.

“Shit, Satoru, I’m sor—”

“I think I would like that.”

Gojo’s eyes were fixated on you in the half-light. The air suddenly became too thick, and you couldn’t breathe without inhaling the minty freshness of his breath. He was sitting too close to you. It was all too much, like a timebomb was about to go off at any moment.

Before you could change your mind and leave him alone to his raging thoughts, Gojo caught you by the waist, tugging you onto his lap.

Am I dreaming?

You had envisioned kissing Gojo Satoru many, many times, but the reality was far sweeter.

His lips were plush and soft, tasting of the liquor he drank earlier and something impossibly sweet.

“A-are you wearing lip balm?” your stuttered question made him pause. He laughed, a full bodied chuckle that shook his great shoulders.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise.” You mumbled, and in the closing darkness, your lips brushed on his with no caution. Satoru removed the space between you and him, closing on your mouth with another searing kiss that left you lightheaded and shaking.

The world went flat for a split second, and you opened your eyes to find him hovering over you.

He picked your hand from your side, and pushed it towards the juncture of your thighs, where your core ached pathetically for him.

“Show me,” his husky murmur sent a dark thrill straight to your clenching belly. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

Gojo’s touch on your wrist was light, reminding you he was here and ready. Waiting for you to make the first move.

“Huh?” your confusion was palpable, like the sheen of sweat beading on your brow. “H-hey—aren’t you supposed to be the virgin here?”

His smile was part sardonic, part angelic. “Sweetheart, that’s why I’m asking you to show me. I promise I’ll impress you if you do.”

You flashed him a look of annoyance, but ultimately, you lost to his charms. Satoru always had a way to soften you up and make you susceptible to his every whim. Licking your lips, you slowly pushed the hem of your skirt to the side, exposing the lacy black thong you wore for tonight.

Those ocean deep blue eyes were enraptured on your two fingers pushing aside your thong, and swiping them through your glossy seam.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, getting comfortable and resting his head on the plush sofa cushion to watch you touch yourself. “Keep going. Don’t stop until I tell you, too.”

You were going to murder him for speaking to you like this—as if you were an errant pet waiting on his reprimand.

“Satoru—”

“Oh, hush,” he whispered with a pale, long finger pressed to your lips. “I’m enjoying the show. Stop ruining my first time, Y/N.”

Your chagrined glare was replaced by a look of hesitation when Satoru used his large palm to cup your left breast.

“I’ll just pull and twist it?” he asked, referring to your nipple hardening under his touch.

“Y-yeah,” you swallowed hard. “Give it a little tug and roll it around your fingers.”

For the first time since you met him, Satoru actually listened to you. He obediently twisted your turgid bud through the slinky fabric of your party top, watching intently as your body reacted under his touch.

Since he was being good, you decided to treat him.

Angling your hips closer to him, you rubbed shaky circles onto your clit in tandem with his slow tugs and pinches to your sensitive nipple. Gojo moved onto the other neglected one, repeating his motions until your hips were twitching from every deliberate roll.

“You’re really sensitive, huh?”

His whisper ignited the fire in your loins, and not even your touches could put it out.

“Satoru, I think you can undress me.”

Your command was met with barely any resistance when he nodded, pushing the straps of your top down to expose your naked breasts to his wandering eyes.

“Fuck.”

His reflexive groan caught you off guard. It had been awhile since any man was enthralled by the sight of your bare body.

Most of those assholes couldn’t wait to jump to the main event without prepping you first. Their selfish insistence made you weary of who you let into your bed.

But, Satoru was the exception.

His gentleness when he cupped your breasts, and the reverence you felt on your skin when he peppered kisses on your collarbone and shoulders was a far cry from those bums who only wanted to get their dicks wet.

A part of you was duly impressed by Satoru’s consideration—you never expected someone like Gojo to have it in him.

Proving he worth once more, he planted open-mouth kisses down your neck, right to the swell of your heaving breasts.

The sensation of his warm mouth wrapping around your nipples caused shivers to run down right into your very core. Satoru was worshipping the soft skin of your cleavage and sensitive buds like they were an altar he had to cleanse with every broad stroke of his tongue.

Your mind spun in dizzying circles, the ones you drew on your clit growing more erratic by the second.

“Fuck,” you spat out, and couldn’t stop your hand from shooting out to sink in his soft, silvery white hair. “Satoru—”

“Stop.”

His silky command pierced through the thick fog of your mind, catching you off guard.

“Huh?” He wrenched your hand away from the apex of your thighs, much to your chagrin. “What the fuck—”

His cheeky grin dominated your blurry vision, and you swore smoke was pouring out of your ears.

“I was about to cum, asshole!”

“I know,” he sang. “But, you can’t cum just yet! You have to do it around my cock.”

You swore, if you weren’t so turned on, you might’ve murdered Gojo. As it was, the idea of feeling him stretch your pussy out was far too enticing, and you were forced to swallow down your pride to admit your needs.

“Are you gonna do it?” you hissed, feeling your cheeks heating up. “Or, are you going to make me wait?”

This time, Gojo did not tease you. Judging from the bulge in the front of his jeans, his patience was wearing thin, too.

Satoru tugged his cashmere crew neck off, and his Corduroy pants went next. If you weren’t so intoxicated with lust, you would’ve snickered at his outfit choice.

However, there were no thoughts in your head beyond the anticipation of feeling Satoru’s cock slowly easing into you. The vivid yearning was driving you quietly insane, and your hips bucked upwards with such visceral desperation when he got in between your thighs that you were sure he was going to make fun of your neediness.

He didn’t.

Satoru’s glassy eyes and his parted mouth filled you with the understanding of his own inner turmoil—the shakiness of his exhale and his next question revealing his hesitation.

“W-what do I do now?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“How do I fuck you right?”

For all his bravado and pomp, Satoru was a nervous wreck on top. Your eyes softened, and you urged him up, turning the tides on him and settling him onto his back.

Those wide, baby blue eyes never peeled off your figure, drinking in the sight of you removing your top and skirt completely with unabashed yearning. His cheeks were turning the prettiest shade of pink, the heat from them emanating down his pale chest like a slowly creeping infection he couldn’t exactly hide.

Satoru swallowed hard again when you were left in nothing but your lacy thong. Moonlight speckled over the enticing curves of your bare body. He memorised every dip in the terrain of your silhouette until he was positive he could trace it onto a blank piece of paper based on memory alone.

Your palms were folded onto his chest, using him as leverage when you slowly rolled your thong off your shapely thighs.

He was glued onto the sight of your honeyed folds, trying hard not to drool when a little bit of your juices dribbled onto his thigh.

The wide sofa was enough to accommodate both your bodies, and you held onto the velvet arm with one hand, the other reaching to circle his stiff cock. Gojo groaned, lustfully and without shame when you started to stroke him.

Sure, he had used his own hand and sometimes a sock to get himself off, but nothing could compare to the sensation of a pretty thing who knew what she was doing.

You glanced at him through half-mast eyes, the sinful sight sending a bolt of lightning right down his spine. Satoru’s tongue tied of its own accord when you let go of his length, though what you did next made every thought he had fly out the window of his whited out mind.

He watched, hungry and blown away, when you sank your hips down on his length, taking him with a small gasp and your head thrown back.

You felt the burn in your thighs when you set a pace that had the huge couch rocking. Satoru clasped his hands onto your hips, an involuntary low moan leaving his swollen, peachy lips. You were a vision above him—hair falling in your face, and lower lip caught between your teeth. There was a look in your eyes that he was starting to know all too well, like you wanted to devour him piece by piece till only a shred of his sanity remained.

The sight of him bucking his hips to rut up into you was burned into your retinas.

Satoru was a heavenly visual below you. His white hair was in a disarray, those beautiful blue eyes drowsy with lust. His mouth was parted in an ‘O’, the apples of his cheeks dusted with pink.

“‘Toru,” you whispered. “C-can feel you so deep.”

Those salacious words and your sweet nickname broke something in Gojo.

One second you were sensually undulating your hips above him, and the next, you were on your hands and knees, stretched to your full capacity around his throbbing cock.

“So beautiful.”

Before he could give you a moment to steel yourself, Satoru had set a brutal pace that had you biting down on a cushion to muffle your scream.

Holy shit. He’s good.

Your slurry mind could barely keep up with this new development. The lanky, annoying man you had called your friend for years was fucking up into you like he was about to break you back.

The fact that your breathing was growing heavier and you could barely see through your blurry vision kept you locked in a cycle of perpetual surprise and intense pleasure. Satoru was rocking your entire world like he was meant to ruin it, and you were the helpless victim to his infuriating expertise.

Everything Satoru did, he did to excel. And fucking you was no exception.

He swivelled his hips, smacked your ass, and bent over to leave wet open mouthed kisses on your shoulders and the back of your neck. He tugged and twisted your nipples, played with your clit till you choked back on a scream. Satoru did it over and over again until you couldn’t hold back the ball of tension from exploding.

It rained over you with the effects of a full disaster, shattering your entire world when you finally came for Gojo Satoru.

His palm was firmly slapped onto your mouth to quieten your sniffles and whines. Gojo let you pulse around his cock pathetically, before his grating chuckle bulldozed past your foggy mind.

“That’s one. I haven’t come yet.”

He flipped you onto your back, perching one thigh on the back of the sofa so he could lean forward and have full access to your flushed pussy.

Satoru then spent a full fifteen minutes eating you out; sucking on your clit, fucking your quivering hole with his tongue, and running the flat of that infuriating pink muscle back and forth from back to hole until your toes curled in his periphery.

“Ngh—ah! ‘Toru!”

Clutching his hair in your death grip, Satoru gave you full permission to ride his face with the patience of a saint.

But, even saints were humans and they could be tainted with darker, baser thoughts.

Satoru would never call himself a good man, not when he had you bent against the sofa arm as he languidly fucked you. You hated to admit how much he knew your body—better than you gave him credit for—when he played with your clit again, determined to bring you to your third ruin.

Your hips were beginning to stutter, and your sweet pussy was clenching down on him like a loving embrace. Satoru buried his face into your hair, expelling a guttural groan.

“Fuck, angel. So good. So good, sweetheart.”

The endearment in his voice and those terms poised you right at the edge, and you were so close to throwing yourself over with barely a beat of hesitation.

“Say it,” Gojo grunted, voice thick and deep with arousal. “Tell the world who’s fucking you so good.”

If someone had told you a year ago that you would be creaming around Gojo’s cock for the third time in a night, you would’ve told them to shove it and to stop feeding your delusions.

But, this was happening—Gojo was really using you like a fleshlight he was fond of. When he leaned forward to press a kiss to your cheek, you couldn’t help the gritted sniffle that slipped past your clenched teeth.

“You,” your broken admission put a smile of satisfaction on his face.

The inexperienced has now become the master.

“Yeah? Doesn’t sound convincing, sweetheart.”

His lips on the shell of your ear and puffs of hot breath hitting that sensitive strip of skin was enough to make you clench down on him.

“Satoru…”

“Yeah, that’s my name, baby. Now, shout it for everyone to hear.”

“Satoru,” you were sobbing now, full bodied shakes which echoed the pleasure tearing your world apart. “Satoru!”

“Louder, baby.”

Stars exploded behind your scrunched lids when he gripped your throat, using it to pull you back towards his chest, cock digging deeper into your soft insides to expose your secrets for the world to see.

“Satoru! Oh, god—Satoru! Satoru! Sa—”

You choked off when the world suddenly went white.

As if a bomb had detonated, your insides shook, the world going still for a single second. Lights, sounds, smell and touch were suspended in motion, like you were looking at a scene from outside your body.

Then, the movie resumed, fast forwarding and slamming into you with the force of a singular, staggering punch.

Everything was too bright, too loud, and your heartbeat was erratically going off in your chest, the blood singing in your ears.

Satoru caught you as you slumped into his arms, and he used what little remained of his self-control to fuck up into you, hard enough for his balls to tighten and his own inner world to shatter into fragments.

His teeth sank into your shoulder, the bite of pain enough to draw out your bittersweet climax.

“Satoru!”

The tension was too much, and it hurt to even cum. Your core was cramping up, and your pussy was throbbing like it was about to fall off.

But, you didn’t care. All you wanted was Satoru and his entirety.

You would always allow him to destroy your world without a second thought; knowing he was going to stay behind to fix the pieces.

Gojo did not disappoint you when he held you close to his chest, the last spurt of warmth dripping onto your bare thighs.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

You both sank into the plush surface, stained with sweat, cum and disbelief.

Neither of you could break the silence, and you were reluctant to be the first. If you did, there was no telling if Satoru would up and leave.

Eventually, he made the first move.

Gojo nuzzled your hair, exhaling what sounded like a gust of relief.

“Well, that sure exceeded my expectations.”

The angst of what you both had done aside, Satoru and you were still good friends and you couldn’t throw a friendship away because he had rocked your entire world.

In fact, you wondered if he would be interested in taking it up a notch.

You weren’t above admitting that Satoru was the best fuck of your life and a part of you would do anything to make sure he would be your last.

“Satoru—”

“We’ll talk about everything tomorrow,” he promised, pressing a reassuring kiss to your jaw. “You’ve drained my balls and emotions for one night, baby. Go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

You nodded, believing him without a shade of doubt.

Satoru would give it his word of honour like how did when he said he would impress you.

Closing your eyes, you drifted off to sleep, but not before you felt the ghost of his laugh stir the loose strands of hair around your neck.

"Not bad, Gojo," he muttered under his breath, quietly commending himself with a self-assured grin, seemingly unaware that you could hear him. "Not bad at all."

a/n: he's so stinky i would ride him till he passes out just to get him to shut up.

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fuctacles · 3 months ago

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Remember late bloomers ?

Love popping into my wips and finding finished stuff I should have posted ages ago

Jeff gently informs him that getting running gear for the first date is a bit of an overkill.

“There is so much wrong with that idea. First of all, you hate running. Exercising, in general. And second, this is kinda pathetic.”

Eddie gasps.

“How dare you!”

“Dude, you just officially met today. Why would you waste money on something you might use once and then never again?”

Jeff was, of course, none the wiser that Eddie was about to enter his fit era. He’s going to jog every morning from now on, he’ll get cute matching sets with Miss Stephanie, drink smoothies, and get a gym pass. He’s going to turn his life around, lose the tummy fat he’s been harboring all winter, and turn it into a sixpack. Their fans are going to love it. Stephanie, too. They’ll run off into the sunset—or sunrise—together, they’ll make and raise the healthiest little babies—

“Are you planning your wedding or something?” Jeff interrupts his daydreams with a scoff.

Eddie bristles.

“I’ll be planning your funeral if you don’t start supporting your perpetually single friend,” he bites back.

Jeff raises his eyebrows.

“You sure that’s what you should be saying to the only friend who can lend you some jogging clothes?”

“Uh…”

“Thought so.” And Eddie hates his satisfied smirk but he’s desperate so he bites his tongue. “So, what you really need are good running shoes…”

He feels all kinds of stupid in his sporty get-up. He’s wearing his old Reeboks he wears only when his shitkickers are in repair (he will wear them to his grave), Jeff’s tracksuit pants, and his lucky Ozzy t-shirt. He woke up extra early today and his mug of coffee was almost empty by the point she, Stephanie, rounded the corner.

His mind goes blank when he recognizes his hoodie.

Maybe he hasn't woken up yet. What other explanation was there for this beautiful creature, backlit by the rising sun, to be walking up to him, decked in bright-colored leggings, and tank top and his hoodie, clashing unforgivingly with its blackness? How else would he get a date with her if it wasn't a dream?

"You're actually dressed for running," she observes. No 'hello', no 'good morning', just her eyes roaming over his body from above. He quickly jumps up from the porch steps.

"Yeah! Lemme just..." He motions to the door with the mug, then quickly gulps down the last mouthful. "Want some water?" he asks, hand on the door.

Stephanie's eyes snap up to his face.

"Yes."

It's weird, the way she says it, the way her eyes wander over his body. There's no way he's looking that good in borrowed sweats. They have some ugly gym logo on the side too.

"I don't really own gym clothes, but my friend was nice enough to share his," he explains, letting her in. She hums absentmindedly and follows him into the kitchen. He puts the mug in the sink and grabs a glass to fill it with freshly filtered water. When he turns around she's right there, now without the hoodie which she hung over on one of the chairs. Her tits are right there, but he holds her gaze, like a gentleman.

"Thanks." She takes the glass from him and takes a tiny sip, not breaking eye contact. Then puts it aside, on the counter behind him. "What's your stance on making out on the first date?"

Eddie's brain starts screaming.

"Not opposed to it," he answers and is immensely proud of himself for keeping his voice steady.

"Great," she says, almost relieved, as if he could give any other answer than an enthusiastic "ravish me, lady," and gently grabs his face, thumbs rubbing on the stubble along his jaw. She gives him a second to back away before leaning in.

She kisses his lips, just a little peck, a gentle caress. Dives in for another, and one more. Eddie reaches up to run his hands from her elbows up to her shoulders and feels little tremors running through her body. He frowns.

"Steph...?"

She groans instead of answering and her little kisses turn to kitten licks. When he parts his mouth for her, she licks across it, tongue pulling on his upper lip. He yelps in a pleasant surprise.

"I come here with innocent intentions," she says, her voice a bit strained, dipping into lower registers. "And you sit here, with your scrawny little ass in gym sweats." She lets go of his face so her hands can squeeze his waist minutely, before hauling him up onto the counter behind him. He squeaks, less dignified than the sounds he made before, holding onto her. Stephanie presses in and he opens his legs for her without hesitation. "And your dirty old sneakers, ready to jog with me. Eager like a puppy."

Eddie whines at the comparison.

"I'm not," he protests. He's just an adult man confronted with a beautiful woman out of his league.

"You're not?" she asks condescendingly against his ear. She's been rubbing her cheek against his stubble, nosing along the bones like she's the dog, trying to rub her scent all over him. Now she leans back to pout at him. Her lips are plush and pink and they haven't been kissed enough yet. "But I like strays."

Eddie's brain short-circuits.

"Uh... bark?"

She laughs and grips his thighs before capturing his mouth. She dominates the kiss without struggle and Eddie lets her use his mouth to her heart's content. He just wraps his arms around her neck and takes it, moves his tongue where she guides him. He can feel her hands on his thigh itching to touch more, but he doesn't want to part long enough to let her know she can, that she can take whatever she wants.

Eventually, she slides her hands up, thumbs digging into the crease of his thighs, and he mewls. His face immediately goes red at the sound that just left him.

"Well, that's something I'm not gonna un-hear."

Stephanie freezes and moves to pull away, but he traps her with his legs around her waist and presses his face against her shoulder, to hide his shame. Of course this is when Jeff decided to get up and walk into the kitchen.

"Uh, I'm sorry? And, good morning," Stephanie offers, seeing as her actual host won't be of any help. He makes a little wounded sound against her shoulder and she swats his thigh.

"Good morning," Jeff offers back. "Stephanie, right?"

"Yeah."

"Jeff. I live here too, unfortunately. I was under the impression you were going out for a run, though?" He raises his eyebrows. "Did I lend him my exclusive membership sweats for nothing?"

"They're yours? Can we keep them?" she asks immediately. Eddie presses his nails into her skin not to make a sound at how she said 'we'. "He almost has an ass in them."

"Hey!" It's the first thing he says since Jeff walked in and the first time he moves away from the safety of Stevie-shield. Thankfully, his friend looks mostly amused, not angry or disgusted.

"Please," he makes a face. "I don't want them anymore."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Eddie's eyes narrow, the familiar back and forth giving him enough courage to release Stephanie from the clutch of his legs. She doesn't move far, just enough so the three of them can look at each other and chat comfortably. Well, considering the situation.

"I just saw you dry humping in them and you dare ask me?" Jeff scoffs.

The two culprits start protesting over each other with "We weren't dry humping!" and "We were just kissing?!" but he stops them, raising both his hands.

"I don't care! Just take them and leave the kitchen! I need some caffeine before work and the only bodily fluid I want in it comes from cow tits."

"Ew, dude," Eddie groans, but Stephanie lets out a surprised snort.

"We're leaving!" she promises, pulling Eddie down from the counter. He scrambles to find balance but she grabs his hand to steady him. Despite them just making out, that's what makes his heart skip a beat. "it was nice to meet you, Jeff!" she offers, waving on her way out of the kitchen.

"Likewise. Good luck on your run!" he calls after them.

"Thanks!"

Through the windows, he can still see them, Stephanie fixing Eddie's rumpled t-shirt while he's staring up at her with the dumbest expression he's ever seen. And he's seen a lot of them from his friend.

"Good for him," he mutters to himself with a fond smile.

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 months ago

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starlight moonlight sunlight — blurb eight

Title: Friendship Breakups and Shitty New Beginnings

Pairing: ex!Remus x reader, Remus x Sirius, eventual poly!Wolfstar x reader

Warnings: catching a partner cheating, angst, hurt no comfort, friendship breakup

blurb series navigation here | previous blurb here

Sirius practically dragged Remus to the kitchen, closing all the doors leading into the room and casting several spells.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to do that. It was just because I kissed you and I was just going through the motions and ended up k— Merlin, Rem, I’m sorry. Seriously, I’m s—”

“Hey.” Remus grabbed his shoulders. “I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?”

“This night has been a lot for all of us. You were just trying to get through it by coasting. It’s okay.”

“Thank you,” Sirius sighed.

Remus shook his head and squeezed Sirius tightly. They both began to fix food in silence. Sirius set a kettle on the stove for hot water. He was going to make you a hot chocolate and Remus a tea. The grating of the knife in Remus’ hand going through a large baguette started to grate on him. He ran a hand through his hair again.

“Moons, can I talk to you?”

Remus nodded. “What’s up? I, uh, think I need to talk to you as well.”

“On three?”

“1…2…”

“I think I still like Y/N.” “I think I like women.”

Both men blinked at each other.

“Huh?” “What?”

Remus took the kettle off just as it started whistling. “You go first. You like women. Did you find out because of kissing Y/N?”

Sirius groaned. “Can I just say yes and we ignore this.”

“So you’ve been thinking about this before the kiss?”

“You saw her at the ball yesterday and she’s always dressed nicely when we’re at band practice. I don’t know. She’s actually pretty cute and not in the I recognize women’s attractiveness because they usually put in so much effort to look nice sort of way. Like in the I could suck his face off kind of way but he’s a her. And her is Y/N.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? That’s it? We’re good?”

Remus stuck a mug in Sirius’ hand. “I think you need the chamomile more than me. Sweetheart, in what world would I judge you for liking men and women when I like men and women?”

“Yeah, but I’ve always liked only men. I came out as gay in third year and didn’t exactly look back once.”

“So, you’re a late bloomer in your self-discovery,” he said with a shrug. “I just told you I still like my ex. I think that might be a bigger problem.”

“Let’s just get this over with, we can’t stay in the kitchen forever.”

They came back with a tray of food, only to be greeted to an empty room.

“Where did she go?”

Both boys screamed when a hand stretched out from the pile of flowers on the bed. Your entire body materialized moments later.

“Could you always do that?!”

You grimaced, covering your ears and tucking your chin into your chest. “Too loud.”

“Sorry,” they whispered.

You stood up before they could set the tray down fully. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”

“Y/N.”

“I feel humiliated, Remus.” Your voice was eerily calm. “Did you think I was never going to find out?”

“I wasn’t trying to hu—”

“Please call everyone into the living room for me.” You walked downstairs and simply waited.

Everyone was confused about why they needed to have a meeting at 1 am until they saw you standing in the middle of the room while Remus and Sirius were sitting down on the couch with their tails tucked between their legs. Tentatively, they sat down. You sprung on them the moment Mary’s butt hit the final seat. The other flinched at the sudden cloud of flower petals Sirius and Remus had already gotten used to.

“Did you all know? Was I the only one too stupid to see Remus and him were a couple, still a couple when he was pretending?”

Lily shook her head. “You’re not stupid we were the on—”

“Please just answer the question.”

“Yes. We made the plan with them on the train when you were in the observation car and the bathroom.”

Sirius held his breath, flinching prematurely at the look on your face. For once, he’d deserve the yelling. He’ll take it with a brave face.

“Y’all aren’t shit.”

“I know. I’m sorry and I know everyone else would be as well.”

“Honestly.” You wiped away hot tears. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you. I don’t know if we can be friends. I hate you so much right now.”

“Y/N.”

“Even you, Dora?”

Her silence was deafening. You summoned the bakery keys and gave them to her. She pleaded with you not to do it to just stay or continue bakery work but you shook your head.

“I was accepted for a job at a bookstore in Diagon Alley. I’m going to take it. Do whatever you want with the place, you have all the recipes if you want to keep it running. I thought y’all were my friends.”

With that you stormed out of James’s house, short and stubby cacti trailing behind you to prevent the other from following, and apparated to Hogsmeade. It was a short but very angry trudge up to the castle, plants still springing up all around you. All you wanted was your family and friends from Ilvermorny but without them or a way to contact them, you were more upset.

Unfortunately Hogwarts, and the students and faculty still there, got a first class experience at what that emotion looked like. Snapdragon bushes kept attacking the place and cacti kept needing to be blasted back. You ate breakfast the next morning with a scowl over your holiday pancakes that the elves made into specific shapes. Why did they make them all flower shaped? You were expecting Christmas trees or something.

You looked up when a shadow blocked you. Snape was scowling.

“Do everyone a favor and control whatever freak nymph thing you have going on. We’re sick of sitting on pinecones because of whatever problems you have.”

Looking around, you realized the disaster that was the Great Hall. All you could do was stare wide eyed at the scene. Faculty looked at you apologetically. Students looked at you angrily or with mistrusting glances. You weren’t sure which was worse. You didn’t stick around to find out either.

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 10 months ago

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omg i love ur page. can u do clueless virgin reader stops in the middle of sex w/ nanami bc she thinks she has to pee? (when its actually her orgasm)

(actual writing under the divider)

Aww thank you!. ^_^

So I had actually worked on something that sort of fit this request but for another character, different fandom. Anyway, long story short, I hated that character for this scenario and ended up deleting it. So after some changes and rewriting, lo and behold! Perfect for Nanami!

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“That’s it…relax…you’ll definitely enjoy this…”

His words are whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky. It’s been a while since you started dating Nanami but you didn’t expect him to have this kind of enthusiasm when you finally admitted you were a virgin. It’s not like you didn’t have chances, but you were just a late bloomer on this front.

There was a lot of nervousness when you first started dating him. At 21, you felt so young and unsure, being with a man of his age and obvious experience. There were some days you couldn’t believe he was dating you but he was so charming, sweet, and respectful of your boundaries. Your inexperience with sex didn’t seem to bother him, and he never teased you or made you feel pressured to do anything with him.

And he plainly stated he wasn’t actually having sex with you until you figured out what you enjoyed. So right now, he was on a personal mission to explore your body and give you a safe space to explore your sexuality.

Because you kept closing your knees whenever his hands started wandering a little too high, you’re now sitting between his legs, back against his chest, knees over his, your feet planted on the outer sides of his thighs. This way he could keep your legs open with his when he felt you trying to close off.

His fingers have found your clit, and he’s gently rubbing it in circles with his middle finger, slick from your arousal dripping from your entrance.

“How does this feel darling?”

All you can do is whimper at the sensation that’s building inside you. He chuckles, resting his head on top of yours.

“A fine response. But I need actual words. Now, tell me. Do you like this better-“

He gently increases the pressure of the circles he’s making.

“Or this?”

His thumb and middle fingers come together to gently pinch the hardened bud, rolling it in between, and your whimper becomes a strangled shriek as you try to close your legs, held firmly apart by his thighs.

“Too much,” you whimper. “Too hard. Too sensitive.”

“Ssh. It’s ok. Thank you for telling me.” His entire hand lays flat on your slit, calming your nerves, using all his fingers to resume the gentle circle strokes again.

“Better?”

“Y-yeah…so much…” Those little circles are making you crazy, but it’s the way he’s doing it. So much patience, no rush to get to the main event, just focusing on your comfort.

“Hm…let’s see how you’re doing inside…”

His thumb takes over the circling motions as his middle finger slips down and gently flirts with the wetness at your core. You’re wholly unprepared as the tip of his finger gently pushes in, making you take in a sharp breath. He pauses, and gently speaks in your ear.

“Relax. Take a breath. It’ll make it easier for what I have planned. I promise it won’t hurt.”

You take in a deep breath and let it out, surprised when you feel the muscles down there release naturally, aided by the stimulation on your clit. His finger pushes in further, curling as it enters, and you marvel at the feeling of it stretching you out. His fingers were so long and thick, and you moan softly at the pressure. A dexterous fingertip makes come hither motions on your inner wall and find that little patch inside you that makes your walls squeeze on his finger with pleasure. He continues to angle his finger that way until your moans fill the room.

“That’s it lovely…keep going…we’ll get you there…” he plants kisses on your neck and shoulder, his free hand coming up to cup your breast, twisting your hardened nipple. All the stimulation causes your hips to buck, mewling at the feeling. You’re helpless to stop it, when you try to struggle, Nanami parts his legs farther, taking yours with him. The exposure and vulnerability adds to your arousal. Your core is dripping, the slickness coating his finger and dripping down to his wrist.

“Do you think you can take another one?” His hot breath is on your ear. He can’t believe how sexy you look like this, falling apart in his hands, mouth open and making such lewd noises of pleasure. With the remaining brain cells you have you nod, your dripping core begging for a little more.

Nanami is gentle with his finger as he inserts another one, amazed at how smoothly it goes in, your hole leaking slick as he does so. He feels his cock harden in his pants, straining against the fabric, and he grits his teeth. Someday he tells himself. Not before you’re done learning about your body.

As he continues, your belly fills with heat, energy gathering tightly in your thighs and core. Despite how good his movements feel, you suddenly sense pressure in your abdomen. Your brain jerks you away from the pleasure of his fingers, making you panic slightly.

“Nanami.” You urgently tap his knee to catch his attention. Hearing the tone in your voice, he stops.

“Everything ok?” His voice is deep, laced with concern. You feel your face burn with embarrassment.

“I…I think I need to pee.” You say in a small voice. God, why couldn’t the floor open up and swallow you whole?

He hasn’t removed his fingers and chuckles softly. “No you don’t.”

You can’t believe the confidence that he said that with. It was so out of character for him to not listen to you. “No, trust me I do. I feel the pressure in my belly.”

There’s a pause before he softly asks, “Have you ever touched yourself before?”

Oh God why! Blood rushes to your face as you try to not stutter. The honest answer was no, you hadn’t, for various reasons. “No.” you mumble the word, thankful he can’t see your face. “Does it matter?”

“Ah. I see.” He resumes his ministrations on you. Your whole body was unprepared for him to start up again so suddenly and your body almost arches off the mattress.

“But Nanami…”

“Trust me…and my experience here y/n…” he says to you gently. Need takes over as he picks up his movements, driving the intrusive thought out of your head. He said to trust him…What did he know that you didn’t?

As your abdominal muscles clench, winding down tightly like a spring, that feeling of pressure coming back but instead you take a deep breath and then…

Your pleasure peaks and your fist the bedsheets, toes curling into the mattress as spasm after spasm rocks you, sobbing his name. His fingers don’t stop, gently pushing you through your orgasm, making sure you feel every last dreg of pleasure before the high starts to fade.

“Oohh…” You sigh out breathily, in realization.

Nanami chuckles with satisfaction near your head.

“Welcome to your first orgasm my dear.”

dividers by @/cafekitsune

#nanami kento smut #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento fluff #jjk nanami #nanami fluff #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x reader smut #nanami x you #kento nanami x you #kento nanami x reader #answered asks #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #vee answers #vee writes

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years ago

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Request: Jimin and/or Hobi x innocent/virgin reader. innocence/corruption kink. maybe teaching her how to do a blowjob idk. smut.

WOOOOOF usually virgin/innocent smut is not really my bag but. idk. the stars aligned and in this moment it was very much my bag. we went full nasty with it 🙆‍♀️ thank you for this req - i hope you enjoy!!! 🌹

~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~

pairing: hoseok x virgin!reader wordcount: it's like 1.2k but we had a vision alright contains: member POV 😈, alcohol mention, reader is a virgin and v sexually inexperienced (it's her first time doing like everything okay), hobi is a good teacher tho 😏, first blowjob, he is... definitely turned on by her innocence (i mean this is really what it says on the tin lmao), some dirty talk/name calling, face fucking, might be under-negotiated if u squint, she touches herself, a surprise facial lol, manhandling, he eats her out over her underwear - i think that's it !!

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You’ve never done this before.

That’s all Hoseok can think as you sink to your knees in front of him, eyes big and blinking, awaiting instruction.

It’s why you picked him, he’d learned tonight, after you’d sipped at your vodka cranberry until it loosened your lips. You’d swiped on his dating app profile after seeing his listed occupation: dance instructor.

That’s what you needed. A teacher.

You’d confessed it with your face buried in your palms, drunk enough to say it but sober enough to still feel the shame. Growing up, you’d listened to the stories as your friends started having sex, blossoming one by one into experienced, confident adults. But it just never happened for you.

And now, here you are. A late bloomer. Inexperienced. “A virgin,” you’d admitted, mortified. “It’s fucking embarrassing.”

Hoseok thought it was hot, actually, but he kept that to himself.

He knows he’s a good teacher: attentive, detail-oriented, a good communicator. And very patient. But fuck, if seeing you sit back on your socked heels and lick your lips doesn’t test that patience.

“Take it out, baby.”

You fumble open the button on his jeans, shaky-handed, clearly nervous, so Hoseok helps you out, easing pants and boxers down in one go. He doesn’t miss the look on your face as you take him in.

God, he’s already hard and you haven’t so much as breathed on him.

“Ever seen one before?” he murmurs, fingers carding through your hair.

The self-conscious exhale you let out tells him the answer before you even find the words. You don’t have to.

“That’s okay. Just touch it.”

Hoseok can barely bite back his groan when you wrap your hand around him and give a tentative squeeze. He allows you a second to get used to the weight of him, the feeling, velvet firm and blood hot.

Shy little thing with a cock in her hand. He’ll ruin you if you let him. Take every first you’re willing to give.

You shift on the floor, and Hoseok thinks maybe you’re gonna ask to stop, crawl back into his bed for another hour of his tongue in your mouth, his hands pawing at your tits over your shirt.

But then he feels it: the soft pink drag of your tongue at the crown of his cock. One pass, then two. Like he’s a fucking ice cream cone.

It tears a rough sound from the back of his throat. He wonders if you can feel him pulse in your hand, if you can taste the precum drooling out of his slit as you keep on kitten licking at him.

“Yeah, you wanna taste?” he asks, and you nod with his cock still on the flat of your tongue. “Suck on the tip,” he instructs, because this is what you’re here for. “Just watch your teeth.”

With a soft noise, you do what your teacher says.

Hoseok’s first taste of the sweet, wet warmth of your mouth is made twice as good by the way you glance up at him through your lashes, clearly searching for an affirmation that you’re doing it right. Too innocent to know what you look like: a perfect little whore.

“So pretty like this, baby,” he groans, ever a believer in positive reinforcement. “Suckin’ on your very first cock.”

A muscle in your throat jumps; he wonders if that’s a twinge of embarrassment rolling through you. Wonders if it’s fucked up how much he likes that.

“Want some more?” he asks, and you’re already stretching your lips further down his shaft, dragging his entire tip and then some over the hot stripe of your tongue. Hoseok cups your jaw with one hand as he pushes into your mouth, gentle as he can. He can’t quite hide the ragged edge to his breathing.

“Hollow your cheeks,” he rasps. “Suck harder.”

The added pressure when you tighten up around him nearly makes his knees buckle.

“Fuck,” he moans, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. “That’s it.”

Your rhythm isn’t perfect, but he figures maybe the best way to teach is by example, so he reaches down to hold your head in both hands as his hips start to kick forward.

“Let me use you, baby,” Hoseok breathes, and he didn’t really mean to say it out loud, but the noise you make around his dick is everything he needs to hear.

Another low moan rips through him at the sight of you, his little virgin down on her knees and just fucking taking it, and he picks up the pace, deliberately fucks into your mouth like he wants to mold your tongue in the shape of him.

“Already a slut for this cock, huh?”

A crease notches between Hoseok’s brows. His eyes drink you in as his hips roll: the willing gape of your mouth, the flutter of your lashes, the thick spit gloss spilling from the seal of your lips.

And then his gaze tracks lower, and– oh.

You’ve let your knees peel apart, just enough to hitch your skirt up the smooth skin of your thighs, and the hand that isn’t clung to Hoseok’s hip for balance has snaked its way between your legs. But you’re not touching yourself, not really. You’re just… grinding the flat of your palm into your underwear. Thin white cotton, plain and not meant to be sexy, not bought for anyone else to ever see. Somehow the hottest fucking thing.

Hoseok chokes on a whine because fuck, is this how you always get off? Too sweetly unsure to actually masturbate, just rutting your hot little pussy against your hand, a plushie, the corner of your bed.

Ashamed of the pleasure and chasing it anyway.

The thought is dizzying, distractingly so, and he miscalculates a thrust, feels the head of his cock scrape the back of your throat and everything clench tight at the intrusion.

He pulls out with a gasp to give you a second, but even the friction of that quick drag is enough to tip him over the edge, and then his hand is mindlessly tugging at his wet shaft because he needs to come so fucking bad.

And then he does, he is, he’s coming, sticky thick ropes of it leaking from the head of his dick before he can even warn you. All that he manages is another groan as he paints you, white streaks splattering over your cheeks, down your neck, a little in your hair; making a mess of you.

To Hoseok’s surprise, you don’t react with disgust or even shock. Instead a soft moan slips through your spit-slicked lips, and your hips buck harder against your palm, and he can’t hold back another fucking second.

He’s already on the floor, and maybe it’s too rough, the way he drags your hips toward him until you’re flat on your back, but he can’t not do it. Can’t not shove your legs open to bury his face between your thighs, can’t not lick up the already soaked-through seat of your panties and gasp against it at the raw taste of you.

And he’s the first to ever have it.

It doesn’t take much, just a few more drags of his tongue, rubbing firmly at the clothed seam of your virgin pussy until your hips shove up and your hands tangle in his hair as you come.

Hoseok can already tell he’ll play the moment back until he wears out the mental recording of it: your spine arching off the hardwood floor, his cum still dripping down your face as you moan like the whore he knew he could make of you.

After all, he’s a very good teacher.

#hoseok smut #hoseok x reader #hoseok x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader #anonymous #mbox 📮#jihope month 🌹#jihope month drabbles 💌

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trashpandato · 1 year ago

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Twilight

“In hindsight, I probably should have known what it meant,” Alex groans, bringing both hands up to cover her face. “I made sure that I only hung up the posters that had Kristen Stewart on them.”

Kara remembers all those posters, the too pale boys possessively flanking the movies’ main female character. She’d always wondered why Alex was so into the Twilight series; they were all just…so bad. Now it made more sense.

“Aw, babe,” Kelly teases, “let me know if you want me to reenact any of your teenage dreams about biting. I’m game.”

Alex groans again, but this time it’s accompanied by a bright blush.

Laughter fills the room. They’ve been sharing stories about their first significant celebrity crushes for the last few minutes, the board game temporarily abandoned in front of them.

Kara has learned that Nia had a thing for Keanu Reeves after watching that bomb on a bus movie one too many times, but that she also “wouldn’t have kicked Sandra Bullock off her bed”, as she put it.

Brainy mentioned that he went through a rather intense phase of trying to learn more about Earth culture, specifically American pop culture, and that he got stuck on the OG Wonder Woman, Lynda Carter, for a while. Not a bad choice, Kara thinks while Nia jokes that she’d be more than happy to tie him up with a lasso.

Kelly then rattles off a few actors that Kara thinks were on the L Word, with a particular emphasis on Jennifer Beals. Kara half expects Alex to make a joke about Flashdance, but instead, Alex simply leans into Kelly and presses a soft kiss to her cheek.

When they get to Kara, she has to disappoint.

“I don’t think I have anything to offer here. Not really.”

Alex hums. “The posters on your walls were all images from the Hubble telescope. I mean, I know you liked NSYNC for their music, but I don’t think you ever swooned over any of them. Not really. There was definitely a mental love affair with Lilo and Stitch, though.”

When Alex mentions the Hubble images, Kara feels a cool pale hand slip into hers to give it a short squeeze. It’s brief, a quick show of support, but it means everything to Kara. She turns to Lena and smiles gratefully. At the same time, the attention of the rest of their friend group shifts to Lena as well.

But Lena just shrugs. “I definitely wasn’t allowed to hang up any posters in the Luthor mansion.”

“Yeah, but what about boarding school? Come on, Luthor,” Alex probes, “you can’t tell me there wasn’t a ton of celebrity gossip going around at an all-girls school.”

“Oh there was gossip alright. I can’t say I ever really knew what it was about, though. I didn’t really watch movies or TV growing up, so most of the names the girls were talking about meant nothing to me.”

This time, it’s Kara who squeezes Lena’s hand. She knows that Lena doesn’t like to talk about what growing up was like for her. She doesn’t like the pitying looks, or the constant assumptions that just because her family was rich, Lena must have had everything she ever wanted. But before the mood in the room turns too gloomy, Lena sits up a little, a small smirk on her face.

“So maybe I was a bit of a late bloomer that way. I would say I had my first real celebrity crush in my early 20s.”

That gets everyone’s attention.

“Oh really? Who was it?” Nia asks gleefully.

“Well, I was still in Metropolis at the time. But I had watched them on TV, followed their budding celebrity status.”

Lena pauses for a moment before she turns to face Kara more fully.

“And then I gave Jack Spheer an impassioned speech about why I had to move to National City, about how important it was to me to be the Luthor living in the same city as Supergirl. I believe I even said I wanted to share my home with her.”

There’s a stunned silence in the room for a few seconds before Alex barks out a laugh.

“Really? Your celebrity crush was Supergirl?”

And Kara considers if she should intervene, tell Alex to lay off on the heavy teasing she knows is going to happen now, but Lena is looking at her and she’s still smiling, calm and confident, and Kara simply smiles right back.

Lena chuckles, her eyes never leaving Kara’s. “Of course it was. I mean, have you seen that skintight suit and very, very short skirt she was in at the time?”

“Ugh,” Alex huffs, “I didn’t need to hear that. That’s my sister you’re talking about.”

Lena shrugs again. “You asked, I answered.”

And then she leans in and kisses Kara and Kara makes a mental note to figure out how to send a message to Winn into the future to thank him for his incredibly “male gaze” costume design for her first Supersuit.

(She does very much prefer the pants these days, though.)

#supercorp #kara x lena #alex danvers #kelly olsen #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober

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youremyheaven · 8 months ago

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Omg thank you so much, now everything is much clearer! 🧡🧡

ur welcome angel 💛

for the unversed, this is an overly simplified summary of the mahadashas (keep in mind that this is a massive generalization and how u experience ur dasha depends on ur chart/placements)

Sun mahadasha - confident, slayy gaining recognition? whatever u do is a hit or if u have an afflicted Sun then the exact opposite 😬

Moon- 🤠 life is like a melodrama, extreme emotional highs and lows, lots of situations with women/mother,, imagine just being emotional for a couple of years and not being able to turn it off? yeah, that

Mercury- 💸🤑💸🤑cash money eraaa, use ur head and get that baggg

Venus- 😍✨🤌🏼trophy wife lifestyle even if ur not a woman or a wife, things just flow to u, people come to u like flies attracted to honey, whatever u do will be appreciated

Mars- 🏋️ girl boss era, could struggle with appearance but otherwise AMBITIOUS SLAYY

Jupiter - contrary to popular belief, Jupiter does not cover u in dollars bills, it tests u and if u are worthy, u will be rewarded

Saturn- 🥲learn everything slowly , be a late bloomer, learn things the hard way, struggle to keep up, wonder why u have to suffer more than others and then realise it's bc it's ur goddamn Saturn MD and then work your butt off to appease Saturn

Rahu- 🤪🥳😌 delusional era , on a serious note I feel like rahu md can make people paranoid bc they're literally too in their head 😬but it can give really exaggerated results and blow things out of proportion, I think doja cat is in rahu mahadasha rn and she's so different now compared to like her juicy era ??

Ketu 😳😤😩faith will help you bc nothing else will not to fearmonger but 😮‍💨girlies be so detached from life sometimes they stop living (figuratively or literally 💀) soooo many celebs have died during their Ketu MD im being so srs rn (not saying u will tho <3)

#Mahadashas

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silvers-not-home · 4 months ago

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my lame fucking autistic rambling

here's my massive stupid autistic rant about life series characters and my head canons for them

literally everything i'm thinking about is going on here im not even processing it im just typing sorry for any typos there will be many😭

this is also for my two (2) mutuals who i care for very deeply kiss kiss hug hug <3 /p /gen

okay it's the morning so i'm gonna continue this thumbs up emoji

starting off strong with mr grian minecraft himself (oh wow what a surprise /s)

he tried piercing his own nose in highschool. like. he was THE teenage dirtbag. sneaking out, drinking, smoking, shitty garage band that got nowhere (yes the bad boys was a garage band you c ant change my mind), mcr, pierce the veil, paramore, sexuality and gender crisis, "i know a guy", shoplifting, skipping class, you name it be probably did it with jimmy and joel during freshmen-sophomore year

pearl is his sister, jimmy and lizzie are his cousins (older cousins i should specify. him and pearl are twins but she's the older twin) and they went to the same high school. he met joel through lizzie and jimmy and joel and grian all clicked instantly

joel would stay at jimmy and grians place so much to the point it was like a second home to him and they would all hang out in the basement. joel stayed with his grandparents and helped them out a lot but they passed while he was in his bad boys phase and so he just stayed at grians place a whole lot during his depression (don't worry he's fine now just a little fucked up but they all are)

grian and pearls parents were kinda really shitty (yes i'm also counting yhs lore fuck uou) his whole life and so they got taken by cps and they lived with jimmy and lizzie's parents. and they were much better until he went to japan and all that shit happened (iykyk)

sam made him really realize that like. "oh my fucking god i'm gay. and it's for a damn sociopath. fuck." (that's like half canon)

he and taurtis DID hook up every tuesday thumbs up emoji

his wings didn't start growing in until AFTER senior year (so post japan/yhs incident)

the yhs holds a ceremony thingy for all the people that passed during all that shit and he goes every year and still has rowens glasses and ran into taurtis one year and it was awkward as HELLL but like. it wasn't an awful experience neither of them knew what to say. especially taurtks is bc by then grians wings had already fully grown in and his ass DID NOT recognize him💀

oh yeah also the four of the cousins are all winged animals so grians a parrot, pearl is a moth but like she's one of the super fluffy one (i forgot what they're called), jimmy is a canary (for obvious reasons), and lizzie is a flamingo because. fuck it (also half canary too it's from their mom) but she doesn't have as many features as the others

they all grow feathers (except for pearl) when they're stressed or feel a heightened emotion and have the little winged ears. they still do have actual ears but they grew in behind they're human ears and pearl has the little antennae things on top of her head. lizzie's kind of blends into her hair since yk. pink on pink and they're more folded then fanned out(?) if that makes sense?😭

jimmy was an early bloomer while grian was a late bloomer (i'm talking about wing/feather wise)

also some little sexuality/gender headcanons those are always fun :3

grians definitely trans masc and mlm (he/him anything else gives him dysphoria)

jimmy is THE bisexual demiboy icon (he/they)

lizzie is also bisexual (she/they)

pearl is a NONBINARY LESBIANNNN SHOUT OHT YO ALL MY NONBINARY LESBIANS WOOOO (she also uses any pronouns that would be considered feminine/androgynous or basically just. anything other then he/him/anything masculine)

mumbo is ace and omni (they/he)

scar is pan and a demiboy (all pronouns. like seriously he's collecting them like pokémon cards)

tango is bi and TRANSMASC WOOOO SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY TRANSMASC PEOPLE OUT THERE (he/they/flame)

martyn is transmasc and unlabeled. he doesn't want one/or thinks any is fit for him but is on the aspec (he/him)

scott is just. gay. goddamn fa- (he/him)

also just thought abt something grian jimmy and joel all had matching (infected and now faded) stick and poke tattoos that read "bad boys, today, tomorrow and yesterday" but that last part is faded completely since they ran out of pen ink halfway through and jimmys mom came home and they didn't wanna get in trouble (also yes their tattoos are in the same spot as each others it's on the right side of their chest) and let me TELL YOU. lizzie makes fun of joel TO THIS DAY about that tattoo and she likes to trace the words with her finger sometimes when they're cuddling, humming their old songs (he hates it but she still thinks it's absolutely adorable)

grian and mumbo are middle school best friends and he knows everything that happened to grian when he was in japan

grian, scar and mumbo all went to the same high school and mumbo and scar tried making a baking club called (you're never gonna believe this) the buttercups but grian was supposedly "too cool for that fairy shit" but would hang out during lunch with them and go to the meetings and help buy the ingredients and also help bake with them for extra credit and so would jimmy and joel. for extra credit of course

tango, mumbo and impulse were all in the computer club and coding club in highschool. doc was their teacher and cub was the senior teachers assistant trying to get early college credit

jimmy had the FATTEST crush on tango while they were in high school (yes they all went to the same highschool shut up) and tried impressing him by "making" a robot (mumbo made it and gave him the remote and told him to push two single buttons) and he pushed them in the wrong order and it short circuited and it almost exploded. he got suspended for a month and the only reason he didn't get expelled was because tango said it was his and it was a project. he complemented "jimmys" robot and said it had nice coding and a bunch of other nerd /aff terms that didn't make ANY sense to jimmy (that was his way of confessing but jimmys too stupid /aff to understand it at the moment so tango thought he didn't like him back) and when jimmy was talking to grian and joel about it they were yelling at him about how "JIMMY YOU IDIOT HE LIKES YOU BACK" and "WHAT'D YOU SAY? YOU SAID YOU LIKED HIM TOO RIGHT?" to which he (of course) responded with

"NO?? I DONT SPEAK NERD JOEL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW??"

also tango wears a feather jimmy gave to him as an earring and has kept that earring since they started going out which was like sophomore year or smth like that

they also had an exact conversation to joel before lizzie asked him out (and she also proposed too fight me)

i can go on for HOURS about those three but i'm gonna a do stuff about martyn now because. omg. he drives me CRAZY

also just realizing how most of these are just high school head canons. sorry (no i'm not)

everyone in school always thought that the bad boys were the mean bullies bc they wore leather jackets and studs and cuffs and blah blah blah but in reality they were just the dorky, socially anxious losers that were loud in class because they all adhd. not because they were asshole

martyn and scott were the ones you had to worry about (mostly scott actually but martyn would be a passive aggressive bully)

those little twits had an actual burn book. martyn. the almost loser that pierced his own ears, causing them to get infected but refused to take them out because he wanted to match with his fellow mean gill and wore anime shirts to sleep and doc martins (only because they had his name in it dont praise him he was a loser /aff) wrote "annoying dorks" in the burn book page dedicated to the bad boys. he had NO ROOM to talk and i find that hilarious bc him and jimmy were actually really close and he ate the page. yes. he ate the page in front of scott's face after an argument to prove a point and scott has never respected another person more in his life

i also felt like it was important that martyn and scott got voted prom king and queen

martyn LOVES necklaces, rings, bracelets. he has a matching necklace and/or bracelet with all his four (4) friends that consisted of scott and the bad boys. he still has them as an adult and holds onto the charm when he misses them which is all the time (i love martyn angst evil laugh)

ykw fuck it he still wears the necklaces and tucks them under his shirt, he asked everyone else if they still had theirs and it either broke or they lost it

EVERYOEN EXCEPT FOR JIMMY BC THEY WERE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS AND HE WEARS IT UNDER HIS SHIRT TOO FUCK YOU I LOVE THEM

and for anyone curious it was a dog bone that is split in half and it like one of those magnetic necklaces that you have to get uncomfortably close to eachother for it to work

okay that's enough for tonight bc i have things i need to do tomorrow and thumbs hurt and it threw in the morning and i've been typing for over an hour straight good night cleveland *proceeds to stay online for another hour*

#FUCK K FROGLT I HAVE TO TAG THIS GODDAMNIT #traffic series #trafficblr #trafficshipping #grian #jimmy solidarity #joel smallishbeans #tangotek #ldshadowlady #yhs??#i guess #headcanon #life series headcanon #what else is there #uhhhh #oh right #martyn inthelittlewood #scott smajor #whatever i'm gonna update this tmrw anyways

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boldlyvoid · 11 months ago

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Silk Chiffon (why wouldn't it be?)

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler

Summary: Robin can read Nancy like her favourite book, it just takes her a few tries to get the translation right.

Warnings: coming out, demisexual Nancy, anxiety about the future ad regrets from the past. first kiss, love confessions

a/n: i know demisexuality wasn't coined till like 2004/2008 (depending on the source) but it just fits here and so I'm using it

word count: 2k

Robin can tell something is up. They’re trying to sleep, laying side by side in her twin bed, Robin facing her while she stares up at the ceiling. Eyes open, hands interlocked and laying on her stomach, her breathing is a little too fast. Like her thoughts are racing and therefore, her heart must be, too.

“Do you want to talk?” Robin whispers.

Nancy lets out a deep sigh, “no… but yes.”

“You can tell me anything,” she reminds her. After all they’ve been through, there’s nothing Robin can’t handle now.

“Can I ask you a question?”

She nods, “yeah, of course.”

She scoots a little closer to Nancy as she turns to face robin, inches from her face now, so her whispers can’t be heard by anyone else. “Are you… asexual?”

“What? No?” Robin’s absolutely shocked by that. “Why would you think I am?”

“Cause Steve hits on anything with a pulse and you’ve never gotten with him. You’re so adamant that you’re platonic with a capital P and he obviously would respect you if you turned him down but like… you guys don’t flirt. Steve flirts with everyone, but not you?” She explains, rambling a bit which is so unlike her.

“He did try and tell me he had a thing for me… when we were high, after the Russian’s… but I uh, I um, I’m—” she tries to swallow, to get some moisture back in her mouth. Terrified that this is where the friendship dies. This is why she never had sleepovers before. Telling someone the truth after spending so many nights side by side can only end one way. Disgust. Betrayal. Being kicked out and humiliated in the middle of the night.

“Robin,” she reaches out and soothes her hand over her shoulder and down her arm. “It’s okay.”

She takes a deep breath, nodding slightly. “I’m a lesbian.”

“That’s wonderful,” Nancy smiles at her. “I’m proud of you for telling me… I love that you trust me.”

Robin feels like crying but she doesn’t, she just lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding for so long, “thank you. Really.”

“How did you know?” Nancy asks. “Like, did you always know or did it sneak up on you?”

“Oh, I uh, I always knew,” she explains. “Like… when all the other girls were swooning over boys, I was so disgusted by it. My mom thought I was just a late bloomer but then, then I got a crush. I didn’t think it was a crush but the more I thought about it, the more I was so worried I was just obsessed with her. Like a freak.”

“That’s how I felt about Steve at first,” she explains. “But that’s just because I thought that was what you were supposed to do when you like someone.”

“Yeah, it feels so intense you just want to look at them and be near them and—and relate to them, so you become who they want to get closer to them and you lose a bit of yourself,” Robin rants. “I hate it. I wish someone would like me for me, that someone could see me for who I really am and stay who they really are and we can stay happy together.”

“I want that too,” she sighs.

“We’ll find it,” Robin gives her a little smile.

“Would it be okay for me to tell you a secret now?”

“Why wouldn't it be?”

“When I was touring the campus in Boston, mom went to find a payphone so she could call home and see if Holly was okay… I went to the store to get a sweater but I ended up finding all the textbooks for each course and—and I bought the book for the human sexualities class,” she explains. “And I read it all.”

“Can I read it next?” Robin asks, thinking nothing of it. Nancy loves to learn, there’s nothing wrong with that.

“Yeah, it’s just…” she bites her lip for a second. “Have you ever heard of demisexuality?”

She shakes her head, “no.”

“The way the book described it is basically someone who only develops sexual feelings for someone or enjoys and initiates sex with someone who they’re emotionally close with,” she explains.

“Makes sense,” Robin nods along. “So, is that why you asked if I’m asexual?”

She nods, “Yeah… and because I think that’s me.”

“Oh?”

“With Steve, the first time was so— not bad, but uncomfortable. I wanted to, at least I thought I did. I thought lying to your parents and going to a boy's house to drink beer and have your first time was such a normal teenage girl thing to do that I did it. But I didn’t enjoy myself—

“Most girls don’t the first time,” Robin validates her feelings. “I’m not saying you’re not demisexual, I’m just saying that’s normal.”

“I know it is, but… then I kept dating Steve. I did fall in love with him, he was a good friend to me and the sex did get better, which I know you don’t want to hear about but—

“I don’t mind,” she giggles slightly. “I always knew he wasn’t as good as he bragged to be.”

Nancy laughs too, “he was good. It just took me a while to initiate it and have fun and then there was Jonathan. It was so different with him, that first time was so good. It was months of building a friendship and an understanding that bubbled to the top and it was wonderful. But then it died. As we drifted apart, as he stopped being my best friend, the longer we weren’t together, the harder it was to keep loving him.”

Robin nods, “And that happened with Steve too?”

“No. No, it faded with Steve because of Jonathan. Like, I have a one-track mind when it comes to love and whoever my best friend is at the time is the only person I want to be with. And I hate myself for that,” she explains.

“You were also a teenage girl, I mean, you still are,” Robin talks her off the ledge. “You’re 18. You don’t need to have all the answers and be 100% perfect all the time. I mean there are adults in their 30s and 40s who cheat and ruin families all the time, you’re not like that. You have time to learn who you are and what you like and be truly loved. It’ll be okay.”

Nancy starts to cry a bit, “I don’t think it will…”

“Hey,” Robin moves in closer, pulling her in against her chest, she runs her hand over Nancy’s back. “You will. You are loved. Very loved.”

“That’s why I’m so scared. I don’t want to lose this,” she whispers, her voice smaller than it’s ever been. She hugs Robin so close, “If I love you… if we get together just to go to different colleges and spend days not talking, it’ll dwindle and die like everything else and I can’t lose you. You’re my favourite friend I’ve had in a long time.”

“So that’s why you asked… cause if I was asexual we couldn’t hook up and you wouldn’t lose me,” Robin pieces it all together.

She just nods against her, “I have loved this time so much. I love how we talk about everything. I love how we can do nothing and still enjoy it because we're together. I love that life with you is so easy and fun and—and I just love you.”

Robin simply kisses the top of her head before resting her cheek against her, “I love you too… but unlike those two idiots, I’m not going to let the best girl I’ve ever known in my whole life just walk away. You’re going to get sick of me. I’m going to call you in Boston, and I’m going to come visit when I can, we’ll be home for Thanksgiving, Christmas and spring break and if you get a summer internship in Boston, I can come out there for the summer. If I get to love you, to really love you, I’m making it work for the long run.”

“Is Steve going to be okay with it?” She worries more.

Robin just laughs, “Yeah, seeing as he’s had to listen to me pine over you for months now, he knows. He’s okay… he has someone special of his own now. I’ll let him tell you who, but he’s okay. He’s moved on. We’re allowed to be happy.”

Nancy lets out a relieved laugh, holding Robin even tighter. “Oh my god, it feels so good to tell you. I have been thinking about this for weeks. Months maybe.”

“You have a killer poker face then,” Robin teases. “I thought you were so straight.”

“I did too,” Nancy whispers, adjusting her head so she’s closer to Robin’s throat. She gives her a little kiss, “Then I spent a week with you and something brewed and all I could think about was seeing you again, and talking to you again and kissing you to get you to shut up.”

Robin laughs, “Yeah, that’s one way to do it.”

Nancy straddles her, a knee on both sides of her hips, her arms wrapped around her middle, she keeps kissing the side of her neck. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

“I’ve never been kissed before,” Robin admits. “I’ve never done anything, before… I’m not sure I’m ready to just jump into it, either.”

“I’m not ready for that either,” Nancy agrees, holding her tighter for a moment before she props herself up on her hands and leans over her. Her hair dangling down in Robin's face, she reaches up to push her hair back behind her ear. “But I would like to kiss you.”

“Please?” Robin all but begs.

Balancing on one hand, Nancy cups her face gently, rubbing her thumb over Robin’s cheek. She leans in slowly, savouring the moment, building anticipation before it happens.

One touch, 4 lips meet, one explosion, 2 lives better in an instant.

Suddenly, all at once, she understands the big bang. How something so small could create so much. She understands every love song and poem, every painting and sculpture… every depiction of the world from a lens of love and happiness and longing and belonging.

The kiss deepens, and she follows Nancy’s lead because she knows what she’s doing. Sure, she’s seen enough movies to get the gist of making out, but there’s something so different about experiencing it firsthand. The way her tongue feels so right against her own, how their lips move in tandem like they were programmed this way… how Nancy slips from her perch and rests her body weight on her and Robin's hands instinctively wrap around her and she holds her there.

Nancy brushes her hair back a few times, trying to get it out of Robin’s face and stop it from tickling her, but it keeps falling back down. Eventually, Robin misses the feel of her hand on her cheek, so she gathers Nancy’s hair in her hands and holds it as if her fist was a ponytail. To her surprise, Nancy just hums against her, thanking her while her tongue is in Robin's mouth.

She never wants this to end.

She could make out with Nancy for the rest of her life if she was allowed. They could never leave this bed again for all she cared. She would give up every early pleasure for Nancy’s.

When Nancy does eventually pull away, it’s just a millimetre before she rests her forehead against robins. She’s breathing just as deep as Robin, flushed and craving more but they said they wouldn’t. They can’t. It needs to be more special than in the middle of the night in the Wheeler’s house with people on either side of her walls and across the hall.

“I love you,” Nancy whispers.

“I love you,” she whispers right back. “There’s no getting rid of me now. You’re stuck with me, I hope you understand that.”

Nancy just giggles that beautiful giggle. “Good.”

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beautification-tales · 8 months ago

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The Betrayal

A late Bloomer tale

Marsha, Stacey, and Ruby were sitting at the cafeteria of their university. They laughed and smiled at each other as they enjoyed the glances from the men. “They really want us don’t they?” Ruby giggled. “It’s so easy these days… it’s practically just routine. I mean, I just eat now but it’s not as fun as it used to be.” Stacey sighed crossing her arms. She slumped in her chair as if she was bored. Marsha rubbed Stacey’s shoulder and said. “Well my maker said we need to find a 4th. I think that should give you the excitement you crave.”

Stacey sat up as her expression shifted to happiness. “Yeah, I’m sure Peter bullied another girl at this school. I…. I could ask him..” she trailed off, her eyes wandered thinking of torturing Peter for information. “Eww, no Stacey leave that fucktard in the rear view. You got your revenge now let’s help our new recruit get theirs.” Stacey moped as Marsha gave her friend a directive. Ruby coughed to cut the tension.

“Well we can always recruit Becky.” Ruby suggested. “Who the fuck is Becky?” Stacey asked with a scoff. “She’s my old roommate. She got betrayed by her best friend.” Marsha’s eyes lit up and quickly glowed. “That sounds delicious Ruby. You think you can turn her for us?” Ruby smiled mischievously, excited to bring a new member into the fold.

“You think I’m ready?” Ruby asked Marsha. Marsha nodded as she gave Stacey a look of disappointment. “ Absolutely girl! You’re ready and you definitely have self control. Unlike others in this group.” “Not fair Marsha! You give me power to get what I want and now it’s all ‘leave Peter alone.’” Stacey raised her voice as onlookers paid even more attention to them. “Lower your voice. Ugh, anyway Ruby. Turn her tonight. Remember to eat well as it will take a lot to make her ‘bloom”

“Oh yeah. I’m hungry anyway. See you girls later!” Ruby got up from the table. She pulled her pencil skirt down and began walking toward the door. A male student tripped and fell distracted by Ruby’s strut. The cafeteria erupted in laughter as the student began picking up his mess. Ruby turned around and approached the embarrassed guy. She bent at the waist effortlessly to pick up a plate and handed it to him. The room became almost silent as Ruby said something to the guy and he began to smile. He placed his tray and plates on one of the tables as Ruby put her arm through his as they walked out.

Marsha smiled with pride as she watched the scene unfold. “Hmmm good girl. You see that? That’s how you feed!” Stacey leaned forward and grabbed onto Marsha’s hand. “Please Marsha! I’m sorry! Can I please see Peter? Just once?” Marsha sighed and removed her hand from Stacey's grip. She knew Stacey wasn’t sorry at all. “You play with your food too much! So you are on a Peter free diet indefinitely!” Marsha’s eyes glowed as she commanded Stacey. “Augh!” Stacey screamed as she got up and grabbed a guy by the arm as she left the building. “Umm hey!” A guy said to Marsha feeling a bit more confident to approach as her gorgeous friends had just left. “Soak your jeans fuckboi.” Marsha purred and her eyes glowed. The guy’s face grimaced as he orgasmed in his pants. A wet stain began to form at his crotch. “Well I’m full!” Marsha smiled as she left the cafeteria.

One year ago

In the same cafeteria

“Hey cow! Why are you eating in here? Shouldn’t you be grazing on the fields?” Peter chuckled, as Mark and Paul laughed with him. “Just leave me alone please. Please, Peter?” Stacey looked up from her table. Peter looked down at Stacey and grinned. “I will if you say it. C’mon do it and we’ll go.” Stacey looked down as her eyes began to water. “Mmmoooo” Stacey bellowed still looking down at her food. “Ha ! I can’t believe she did that! What a loser!” Peter said to his crew as they walked off. Stacey was left alone once again and returned to eating her meal.

A few tables down Marsha was sitting with Tom. “How do you know she likes you Tom?” Marsha asked her best friend with a smile. “Well she smiled at me and put her hand on my shoulder.” Marsha gave a skeptical look to her friend’s answer. “You’re just jealous. You want all this Tom to yourself.” Tom flexed his thin arms as Marsha laughed out loud. She pushed her glasses up her nose. “I love how you always make me laugh.” She giggled. “I love you too.” Tom replied with a serious face and tone. Marsha blushed then smiled again. “Shut up limp dick.” She pushed her friend’s shoulder. “Marsha, Marsha! Language!” They laughed together.

On the other side of the cafeteria Ruby was sitting with Becky. Peter and his crew just sat down still laughing not too far away. “He’s so cute, Becky. He has the bluest eyes you ever did see. It’s like Zack Morris in real life.” Ruby had stars in her eyes as she looked at Mark talking with Peter and Paul. “Ruby, you can’t be serious. They are stupid frat boys who only fuck blonde sorority bitches. They bully girls like us. I mean Peter loves bullying Stacey.” Becky gestured in Stacey’s direction as Stacey sat eating her salad. “Trust me Becky. Mark will fall for me and we will get married and I’ll have his babies!” Ruby blushed as she imagined it. Becky rolled her eyes. “Anyway I’ll see you at the dorm later to study kay?” Ruby nodded as Becky got up from the table with her tray in hand. “Tell Bill I said hi.” Ruby smiled as Becky walked off. Ruby looked back at Mark and felt her heart skip a beat.

Becky walked across campus to her boyfriend’s dorm room. She was hoping to surprise him with a quick make out session before class. As she arrived at his door, she could hear laughter coming from within. Frowning, she knocked on the door. Becky could hear the room grow quiet. “Who’s there?” Bill asked. “Babe it’s me open up!” Becky could hear the whispering in the room as Becky banged on the door. “Bill open this fucking door!” Suddenly, the door swung open revealing Bill with a red face. “Look babe it’s not what it looks like.” Becky pushed past him and saw the blond woman buttoning her shirt. “What the Fuck! ….Traci?” Becky shouted as Traci looked down in shame. Becky looked back at Bill and began slapping his shoulder. “My best friend?! Behind my back? You’re a fucking monster!”

The shame had now caused Traci to cry as tears ran down her face. “Why Traci? When I came to you thinking he was cheating …. Y.. you said nothing when all this time it was you?” Becky felt like she may pass out as all she could see was red. “Look it’s all my fault. I wanted Traci since day one but she wanted you to ‘win’ one for once. I’m sorry Becky but…. We’re in love.” Traci looked at Bill with love and tears in her eyes. Becky felt her head spinning. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Becky pushed past Bill. Becky ran out of the building with tears and rage.

Present day

Rubi knocked on her former dorm room and opened the door. “Becky? Hey are you in here.” The room was dark and was dirty. Becky was doing homework while eating chips. “Yeah… what do you want?” Becky answered, hardly looking up from her desk. Becky’s lips were littered with chip crumbs as she wiped the grease on her hoodie. Ruby grimaced as she saw how badly her friend let herself go. “Hey Becky… it’s me Ruby!” Becky ‘s eyes lit up as she swallowed another handful of chips. She wiped her hands and rubbed on the shirt.

“Ruby? Is that really you?” Becky asked, her voice filled with disbelief and excitement. Ruby nodded, smiling at her old friend. She took in the sight of Becky's unkempt hair, the dark circles under her eyes, and the extra weight she had gained since they last saw each other. It was obvious that Becky had been going through a rough patch, but Ruby was determined to help her.

“Wow! You look great! Did you have work done? You look like a film star!” Becky gushed, her eyes examining Ruby from head to toe. Ruby laughed, as she twirled showing her tight dress, pantyhose and heels. “You like? It sure beats my plaid shirts and jeans that I used to wear.” She looked around the room, taking in the mess.

Becky realized her former roommate noticed the empty pizza boxes and dirty clothes on the floor. She grinned sheepishly, trying to play it off. “Yeah! You look great. You have to recommend your surgeon to me. Sorry about the mess. It’s been a busy semester.” Becky tried to play off her current situation. Ruby walked further into the room, glancing around.

“Becky, you don’t have to lie to me. I was too stupid and obsessed with Mark to see it then. You needed a friend and I let you push me away. I’m so sorry.” Ruby took a step closer, her voice cracking with emotion. Becky looked up at her, surprised by the intensity of Ruby's words. She bit her lip, trying to hold back tears. Becky smiled trying to change the subject. “How is that jerkoff anyway?” she asked, motioning up and down. Ruby laughed softly.

“Let’s just say the new me has him wrapped around my little finger.” Ruby laughed, spinning her index finger. She glanced around the room again, taking in the dust and the dirty clothes. "Look, I'm here to help you, Becky. What Traci and Bill did to you… It wasn’t right. I mean look at you! You were the one who told me to live life and here you are in the dark in filth. They stole your fire and I’m here to give it back.”

Becky looked at her old friend, her eyes full of hope. "Ruby, I don't know if I can go back to who I was. I've let myself go so far..." She trailed off, staring at her hands. Ruby walked over and took Becky's hands in her own. “I’m talking about being even better! I have new friends Becky… powerful friends. We were all wronged or ignored and now no one hurts us. We do the hurting… we’re going to run this School.” Ruby looked at her friend with a stern face.

Becky scoffed “So you want me in your new gang? Sure I’d join but isn’t a pathetic girl like me going to bring y….mmmph.” Becky was interrupted as Ruby lept forward and kissed her friend. Becky’s eyes opened wide as she felt Ruby’s tongue enter her mouth. Becky was about to push away but Ruby lips felt so soft and she smelled so good. Becky closed her eyes and began to enjoy the moment.

Ruby backed off as a line of saliva connected their lips. Ruby smiled with satisfaction. “Mmmm welcome to the team. I just needed you to say yes.” Ruby wiped her lips with her thumb. Becky looked at her friend with a mixture of shock and lust. She couldn't believe she just kissed her. Ruby pulled out her phone and showed Becky a photo of her and Ruby with two other girls . All of them were gorgeous like out of a Victoria’s Secret magazine.

“We’re all sisters now.” Ruby said.

Becky fell to her knees and grabbed her stomach. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. “Yea this part hurts but it’s worth it” Ruby said as she watched her friend transform. Becky’s skin got hotter and hotter until it all became burnt as if she was set on fire. The black ash fell off her body as her skin became perfect with no blemishes. Becky still grasped her stomach as she felt her muffin top decrease in size. The new strong core felt good as Becky quickly felt her new abdominal muscles.

Ruby felt her lips puff up as they swelled as if stung by bees. The lips turned dark red as her lips opened to let out a moan. Ruby’s eyes rolled back as she felt the sexual energy growing in her friend. Ruby’s eyes glowed as she licked her lips as she heard the moans of Becky’s pleasure. Becky’s hips widened as her sweatpants stretched and lowered down her body. Becky whipped her head back giving into the change as her breasts firmed up and grew. Becky instinctively grabbed one breast and squeezed. She screamed in delight as her ass lifted better than any BBL could provide. She felt her thighs get thicker as her body screamed for sex. Her messy black hair got brighter and more alluring.

Becky began to gyrate as if pleasing a man underneath her. She continued to moan as Ruby felt juices flow down her thigh. The last of the changes happened as Becky’s stature grew a bit gaining height and length as her arms and legs grew. They remained slender and feminine but also toned and strengthened. Becky looked up and met the eyes of her maker. She grinned as she saw her changes were turning Ruby on. Becky’s eyes glowed as the floodgates of her inhibitions were opened. Becky felt no anxiety and shame. The heavy cloud of depression left her mind as thoughts of revenge filled in. Becky stood up as purple flame covered her grease covered shirt changing into a black crop top. The gray sweatpants morphed into black yoga pants that hugged her curves.

“Becky you look…mmmmph” It was Becky’s turn to interrupt Ruby as she kissed her friend. She began to feel her body as their passion ignited. The sexual nature of the two succubi could not be extinguished. After 30 minutes of intense sex the two women collapsed on Becky’s bed naked. “Wow that was the best sex I ever had…and with a woman too!” Becky exclaimed. Ruby grinned as she caressed her friends body. “Mmm it’s how we eat and your urges now are much more inclusive let’s say.” Ruby replied looking at her good friend.

“So when you said Mark is wrapped around your finger?” Becky asked with a wicked grin. Ruby nodded and said “he’s my sex slave.” Becky giggled, thinking of how she could use her power. “Hmmm sounds like a plan.” Becky said before kissing Ruby once again

3 days later

Traci was walking to Bill’s dorm when she could hear the distinct sound of Jim’s groans. It seemed to be coming from his room. She pushed open his door and gasped. The groans got louder. Traci found Bill on his bed, sweating profusely. His hands were tied to the bed posts and a blindfold covered his eyes. A strange but unbelievably beautiful woman was sitting on his stomach, riding him vigorously. Traci shouted to announce her presence. The woman turned her head toward Traci and smiled seductively. “Oh hey Traci! Bill said so much about you. Too bad his love for you couldn’t keep his dick soft when he met me.”

Traci felt tears building in her eyes as she saw the woman still riding her boyfriend. “Bill! What the fuck!” Traci yelled as she felt the betrayal and anger well up inside her. The woman on top of Bill looked up at Traci and smirked. Bill kept groaning as if he didn’t hear Traci. “Awww poor Traci! Looks like your man is mine now and he doesn’t want to stop. I am too… sexy… to mmph Resist!” The Raven haired woman trembled as she came on Bill’s cock. Bill moaned in pure ecstasy as he came. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Traci said, feeling nauseous. The woman slid off of Bill and rubbed his member as it squirted more seed.

“Karma’s a bitch ain’t it?” The strange woman asked, her voice dripping with venom. Traci felt a cold chill run down her spine as she glared at the stranger. She couldn't believe this was happening. Traci sobbing ran out of the room and slammed the door. “Uh oh Bill. Looks like Traci will never forgive you for this.” Becky removed the blindfold from Jim’s face revealing his red tear filled eyes. Bill finally was able to speak again. “Becky… please. I love her … don’t do this.” He begged.

“No, I’m actually finally doing what I want and it feels … so … fucking good. Hmmm seeing Traci like that makes me need another round… or two. Get hard for me big boy and no talking until you make me cum again.” Bill felt his body obey her words as he was unable to talk again and his cock sprang to attention.

Meanwhile at the cafeteria

Marsha, Ruby and Stacey sat at their usual table. Marsha’s eyes glowed. “Ladies, our sisterhood is complete now. It’s time to meet my… our maker.”

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fix-it-darlin · 26 days ago

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Hurt/Comfort Darlin' and Sam Oneshot

It's about three quarters finished at the moment, and it's a bit of a what if situation where Quinn has escaped and Darlin's having a panic attack at Sam and their's home. Going to have a fair amount of comfort, but they're also making plans about how to handle everything.

Excerpt:

“Hey, Darlin’, are you home?” He tried again and caught the sound of a heartbeat going so fast that he couldn’t even count a second between beats.

A thud.

Then a pained shout.

And then– then there was the smell of Darlin’s blood.

There’s a second thud and the screech of metal across the floor. Sam’s running.

He finds Darlin’ sitting on the floor of the garage with the old metal stool that’s usually set by the wood working bench toppled over by the punching bag they set up a while ago. They’re curled in the fetal position and they haven’t even wrapped their hands properly, but Sam knows exactly what they were doing as soon as he gets his head on straight.

Teen Darlin' Fic

My take on Darlin's backstory and family situation. Darlin's a late bloomer in terms of magic with this one and that causes a fair amount of angst. Also full of Washington specific slang because I could not help myself once I went down the research rabbit hole.

Excerpt:

Jesse runs through the middle school’s front doors and flips Tank off on the way, nearly dropping her breakfast. Tank scowls and calls out to her, “Yeah, fuck you too!”

They regret it almost immediately after as they’ve got a horrified mother staring at them from the window of her car as she drops off her own middle schooler. Tank gives a shy smile and waves before they drive off, cheeks burning a bright red that they’re lucky the helmet hides.

The road is a welcome distraction to the angry thoughts that swirl in their head, each passing white stripe erasing a nearly muttered fuck or cunt, and almost clenched fist. The next red light nearly prompts the script for an argument they know will happen to start running through their head again, but Tank chooses to notice the odd bit of metal work done on the garbage can attached to a sign post nearby to stop that train of thought.

“Clear head now,” they mutter to themself. “Road rage ain’t gonna do anyone any good.”

Turning the corner to their school and catching sight of the battered fence around the field with plastic bags fluttering off the crossed wire like flags was like putting their head in a cold bucket of water. A kind of sobering thing that their ma and pa did one time when they’d accidentally gotten shit faced at a new year’s party and someone had spiked the punch. That was before they’d moved to Dahlia. That was before they’d gotten kicked out of their last school.

Tank had a plan, and they’d been following it pretty well up until this point. Keep their head down and do the work. They didn’t have to be exceptional in anything, just do enough to pass. Don’t talk too much because people don’t like their stutter or ideas. If they have to talk, keep it to a few words and two syllables max. It’s sophomore year. Who gives a damn if they don’t show up to any sports events. That shit’s for seniors who can afford a break. Don’t get into fights.

Okay.

That one hadn’t been going so well, but they’d managed to keep most of them off school grounds. They were working on it though, and they’d managed to go a couple of weeks without a fight. Of course, that streak had ended the night before with a prank call and a few choice words said about their family with a promise of violence if they didn’t comply, so who could really blame them for knocking Tim’s teeth out over it?

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sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks · 5 months ago

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Screaming crying throwing up rn I LOVE you're writing smmm ever since I got back into aphmauuu <3 if you want to can u write a Mystreet Garroth x werewolf reader? Idk if I asked this before I'm sorry 😭😭 as usual take ur time and do what's best for u :)

Secrets.

Pdh!Garroth Ro’meave x reader.

Cw: I don’t think so I mean he kinda yells at ivy but that’s it.

(I’m actually I love you for saying that because like I’m not as confident as I wish I was with my writing but that made me feel so happy. ALSO I HOPE YOU LIKE ITT. I know i added my own creative motive but it wasn’t specified so I hope this is okay and thank you sm I’ve been in a writing funk and this definitely help me.

“ werewolf class? Why would they put you in a werewolf class? You're not even a werewolf” Garroth says to y/n while walking to school for their first day back from summer break.

“ I don’t know I think it’s just a class mix up “

y/n feels hot in the face. Lying especially about this well it’s stupid but she was a late bloomer for her ears and tail and it seemed embarrassing to randomly show up with them so she just hid it.

“ that’s weird but it makes sense Laurence got put in classes he didn’t even sign up for too. Can you imagine doing advanced math? Poor sucker” he laughs.

“Garroth I’m in advanced math too,” Y/n states blankly.

“ Oh, that sucks,” he says making a teeth-gritting face and then turning to the school they just arrived at. Letting go of each other's hands because he gets to go in early.

“ have fun in werewolf class baby.” he kisses her on the forehead. She hums in response. He looks down at her face before he walks away, seeing her smile he can't help but think she is so beautiful and garroth has never been one to keep that to himself.

“Sometimes when I look at you I just wanna eat your face 'cause you're so pretty,” he says while looking at her with the most serious face you will see him make. She smiles back and nods at his odd compliment.

“ you can eat my face later after school but right now you are late” she laughs.

“ oh shoot you're right “ he runs away and blows her a kiss. As he leaves sight you hear a familiar voice from behind you.

“ awe isn't that cute, you two love birds. Sadly it won't last any longer once he finds out you have been lying to him. You know garroth HATES lying more than anything” Ivy claimed.

“ lying? What have I been lying about Ivy?” y/n asks. Ivy pulls out a picture of her bag and hands it to you. The picture is of y/n at home with her ears and tail out.

“ This is fake,” y/n hand it back to her.

“ is it and what about this video? “ she shows her a video on her phone.

( in the video)

“ yeah I just feel so bad for lying to him”

Why don't you tell him you're a werewolf “

“ I don't know I guess it's embarrassing and it's not as it matters that much I guess”

“ doesn't it cause it ways on your conscience you should tell him “

( video ends )

“Ivy what the fuck that's stalking, that was a private conversation. I could sue you for that!” y/n fumed out the ears.

“ your too poor for that” Ivy says without hesitation. “ look I'm going to show garroth this video once I find him and then he's going to break up with you and get with me” She smiles and waves while walking away from y/n

“ that's messed up, “ Laurence says coming out of nowhere. Y/n flinches like someone is about to hit her.

“ geez chill it's just me. Anyway, I heard that whole thing and I think garroth will forgive you for lying just as long as he finds out from you. I know he cares about you a lot and honestly, it is actually not that bad, the lying is but I get it you are embarrassed bout it but just be honest with garroth. He's the most accepting person I know and you know. So just go find him and tell him before Ivy does. I hate that girl. “ he says and then before y/n can speak he walks away. Y/n raises her shoulders slightly confused because y/n has never heard Laurence speak that much to her.

confused and guilty y/n take out her phone to call Garroth but he doesn't answer. ( his phone is probably on dnd ) so y/n has to go find him the old-fashioned way.

After searching the school for him y/n couldn't find him before the bell rang for class. Thankfully y/n had second period with him so hopefully Ivy didn't get to him first. After an agonizing hour of trying to figure out what to say to him and how. She’s got “Hey I'm a werewolf hope that's cool!” Y/n slightly banged her head on the desk for the last few minutes of class until the bell rang. Once she was out of the class she darted to the second period, garroth is usually early for classes so he would be there. But once she got there he was already in the class talking to lvy and she was showing him her phone I'm guessing the video. She watches for a second as his facial expression is very tight and annoyed. Y/n take a deep breath and walks into the class.

“ you can think how you wanna think but I had my reasons.” y/n acknowledged that it was too late and all she could say was that. He didn't turn around to her instead he kept his back to her.

“ why you would think it is okay to tell someone elses secrets like this. Its obvious this was a private conversation. “ he lectured ivy instead of y/n Both girls are super confused, he was supposed to be mad at y/n.

“ I was just looking out for a friend and -” ivy trys to explain but garroth cuts her off.

“ no you weren't you were just being selfish like you always are. Laurence told me what you said. You only showed me this because you think its going to get me to date you but ivy I will never ever been with someone like you. Your a bully and you like inflicting pain on others for your entertainment. Do you really think I like that???” He tells her off in the way

y/n was wanting him to do ever since they started dating. Ivy starts crying and runs out of the room.

“ that was kinda rough”y/n says to break that silence. But just because garroth told ivy off doesn’t mean he wasn’t upset with y/n to.

“ and you how could you lie to me especially all this time and the conversation we had this morning we literally just talked about it. You agreed with me when I said you weren’t a werewolf!” His voice changed from how he talked to ivy to more sad and looking for answers.

“ I’m sorry! I just didn’t know how to say it “ she replied.

“ oh they why didn’t you just say oh yeah I’m a werewolf. that’s a thing, yeah!” He mimicked her voice and for a moment she wanted to laugh because his impression was odd and silly sounded but she knew if she laughed he would get ten times more upset. Y/n take a deep breath and get closer to him.

“ listen I’m so sorry garroth I know I shouldn’t have lied for so long and there is no excuse as to why I did but in my mind I had reasons that made sense and what makes sense in my mind is law for me just like how your Brain works.” She explains softly in a way she hopes garroth could understand. He sighs.

“ what are the reasons?” He asks in a complete different tone from a minute ago.

“ well firstly it was embarrassing. I just got this new weird looking upgrades on my body and my ears weren’t as developed as they would have been if I wasn’t a late bloomer. But I think the biggest reason that I didn’t wanna acknowledge was that I was scared.” She whispered.

“ scared?”he asked.

“ I am scared people will treat me differently because of it. I mean do you even realize that some of your friends treat the wolfs like dogs? Aphmau throws balls and tells her friends to go get it? And I don’t understand why they play along with it. It’s offensive. I get it we like some things a dog would but we also like things humans would and that doesn’t seem to matter just as long as we like balls or frisbees” she shrugs her shoulders to finish her sentence.

“ wow y/n I never noticed that. I am so sorry and I am sorry if I’ve ever said anything offensive to the werewolf’s or made you feel like I’d treat you different because of it. I would never” she grabs her face to caress her cheek. She leans into his hand.

“ I know you wouldn’t sweet boy” she picks up her hand to run it through his hair. But they were brutally interrupted by the bell and now people started coming into the class so they had to go to there seats.

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