#anyway. *places mic gently on the floor*

[tonixe]

goverment hooker..

a/n: I'm back again, there is no surprise. I'm feeling devious so I might post again, wowzers. Also, the sped-up version of the government hooker sound so fire, like it feels like I'm in one of those edits, anyways lemme stop rambling. I hope y'all enjoy, reblogs, and comments will be also appreciated.

warning: smut, penetrating, p in the v, unprotected sex, creampies. proofread (?)

pairing: Young!Coriolanus Snow x reader

word counter: 1.4k

What appeals to you to most men, maybe it was your cute antics, your siren eyes that attracted anyone toward you, or your body, sculpted with your delicate curves, and a perky bosom to match the appeal of your young face that can lull a man to sleep.

Or was it how you talked, deliberately making a slur of your words, with your ribboning voice, that can make anyone feel safe and warm with you. You fooled some powerful men, their hearts were already tainted and covered in greed, easy to control someone with their needs. You were in command of it, you made them your pawn, you played the cards, and made a charade of it.

Every time you talked or did anything, you automatically moved your chess piece forward never back. But..what were you doing in a low district as a 'prestigious' woman like yourself, doing in the slum like this. Well, these 'slums' they would call, these 'desperate streets' were your home, even though you won't admit with your own mouth, your words, it still was your home...

Trying to lift yourself from the slums called your homes, to a place where it is much safer than here, maybe to Capitol, but you would need a ticket in. They wouldn't allow just anyone, would they?

But here you were standing in a speakeasy, in a tight little red dress, with a lacey red lining. It was odd to see polished women like you in a bar in District 12, you looked like you were for the Capitol, but all things you see and hear aren't what it seemed. Drinking up on the cheap liquor they offered, looking at the scene in front of you with the happy and dancing couples on the floor, as live music played. The 'Covey' they called them, and the main star, Lucy Gray. Staring at the stage, as she sang into the mic, playing her guitar.

She was familiar to you, the only reference you saw was when she was fighting in the Hunger Games, it was a surprise seeing her still living, breathing, and standing up there, but needless to say, she was still good at what she did. You waving your body to the relaxing music, fixing yourself on the stool, swaying to the music. "What is a lady like you sitting in here" You turned your head to the gentleman talking to you, staring at him.

"I'm just sitting here, enjoying the show," You said, taking a sip of the alcoholic liquid, "How about you" you tilt your head to the side.

"Just enjoying my show" He gestured to your form, and you giggled at his compliment as he sat on the stool beside you. You really got to see the man that was next to you. He had a handsome face and a chiseled face, he wore a blue open-collar shirt and a blondish-white buzz cut, He seemed like one of those Peacekeepers lurking around the district. "Do you do this every girl you see?" You were amused by the blonde man who sat beside you. You wouldn't lie that he was indeed attractive in your eyes. Scanning his frame, his body, his face. "Not to every woman, but to the ones that look beautiful like you my dear" You couldn't help to smile at him, "━And your not bad-looking as well" You admitted, crossing your legs together. As you deliberately lean towards him, revealing a white lacey bra.

Pouting your lips together, "An attractive man indeed" giving him a sultry look, with your eyelids drooping down slightly. "So, what is your name, handsome" You took a sip from your drink, "Coriolanus.." He took your hand and kissed it, "Y/N" you smirked taking your hand gently away from him,

"Should we..take our business elsewhere for a private scene?" You whispered into his ear with a suggested look on your face.

Your hands were with his as you walked in the night street, your body already feeling hot. "Where are we going?" He was amused with your antics, as you batted your eyes at him, "A place, special" you gave him a smirk, your heels clicking down on the wet cement road. A neon sign coming into view, a little motel still opened near the bar. As you opened the door, walking down the lobby of the motel, the clerk managing the reception, "A room for one" The clerk nodded his head, and gave you the keys, "room 9" He said, as you walked away with his hand with yours. Your hips sway sensually, your heels stepping into the room and opening it.

Turning yourself on your heels, stepping closer to the man, "So..what are we going to do?" You pouted, your eyes dilating feeling the feeling of being aroused.

Feeling his hands on your lower bottom, as you hoof your legs around his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you both leaned into a kiss, feeling his hands groping your body. Feeling him moving, as he withdrew from you, your chest heaving. "You do know how to make a man crazy, don't you" He groaned, Feeling him putting your body onto the bed gently,

His body touching you recklessly, his hands going under your dress, slowly taking off your red lacey panties, discarding it on the floor. Biting your lip down in excitement, crossing your legs together covering yourself. Staring at him, taking off his pants and his boxers, feeling yourself getting aroused, as your cunt pulsed.

As his dick sunk into you, the pain writhing through your body, feeling the pain in your lower abdomen. Feeling your cheeks getting flushed, as you groaned in pain. His hips push into you, slowly before increasing his pace.

The bed rocked with your back on the bed, your skirt flipped and your legs being held up with his arms. Your sinful moans came out of your lips, his cock splitting your open, as you bit your lip down. His hands massaging your waist down, "F-fuck" stuttering out of your lips, your lipstick already messed up, smeared on your cheeks.

Your skin felt sticky, your lacey dress sticking onto your skin. "C-corio—" You were cut off from his hips smacking into your pelvis, your hands gripping on the sheet, holding down for support, leaning back in pleasure and relief, feeling a rush of pleasure.

Your slick lubricating his dick, makes him slip inside you easier. Your face burning up, fixing your legs on his around his waist. Your cunt clenching down around him making him groan in your ear. Feeling lips and your crashing into each other, into a hungry kiss. His tongue abused your mouth, making you moan against him, before you withdrew for air, your chest heaving, up and down.

Feeling his cock reaching to your cervix, "Hmm" You whined, your eyelids getting droopy in the process, feeling his slender fingers rubbing the nub of your clit, your legs wrapping around his waist tighter, "Corio, I'm sensitive" You whined, his hips grinding onto yours, with his unrelenting pace, arching your back. His hands on your hips tilting up, plummeting into you.

"Don't be greedy, darling" He asserted, harshly rubbing on your clit, making you scream in bliss. His body leaning toward you, his dick still throbbing inside of you, making you go crazy. His mouth sucked onto your flesh, as the blooming mark left your neck.

Your body getting overstimulated, as your body trembled, skin prickling and your cunt dripping out.

Feeling a wave crashing down on you, clenching down around his cock. The pace of his hips getting slower, feeling his hands on your waist, gripping down making you wince. "I'm close" He groaned into your ear. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and your legs, "Inside" you mewled, feeling his hips stuttering against yours. His dick pulsed inside of you, as he thrust into you one more last time, painting your walls white, as your cunt fluttered around him. Your body feeling tired.

Falling down on the bed. Feeling his warm essence leaking out of you, feeling himself still inside you. "Don't leave...please" You whimpered, feeling his soft lips on your lips, before he withdrew, looking at him, pursing your lips gently. His hands lift your chin up, "I have to.." He looked at your lips, scanning your face. Taking your appearance from your smeared lipstick to your ruined makeup, before he drew you into another kiss, a longer, more passionate one. For the first time feeling your heart swell with a man you slept with once at a bar, "Please.." you said, breathlessly.

"I'll be back" he gently traced the shape of your lips with his finger, his voice was tender to your ears, lulling you to an endless abyss. As drowsiness took over your body, your eyes shut and closed.

[the-slasher-files]

WORKING HARD OR HARDLY WORKING

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

A smutty fic totally inspired by a friend who said he was hungry and wanted to leave work so he could eat pussy lol... and Mr Soap is the man with that energy. Fem reader with female anatomy... enjoy🤍🔪

MASTERLIST

A typical rainy UK day had passed you by. Johnny was home from deployment, but he wasn't completely yours, and he never would be. It was something you had accepted in the early stages of a playful, blossoming relationship. The army was his North Star and had melted into the very fibre of his being. Mundane but beautiful, Johnny had risen before the songbirds, brushed his teeth, and swapped the sleep shorts for boxers and his fatigues. Lazily stumbling through the dim light of your bedroom, placing a soft kiss on your temple and headed out to the base.

You would be lying if you had said that the work and life balance did not frustrate you, but he made up for every little moment when Johnny was home. Today was no different.

The clicking of typing and shuffling of papers filled your small office room within your townhouse. Voices over patchy computer microphones faded in and out as your team went over the last quarter of reports and statistics.

"May through June was our best..."

Your manager's voice dragged on as you tapped your pen against the pages of your lined notebook, pursing your lips and watching your bored coworkers upon your screen. That was until you nearly screamed, catching movement behind you on your camera before whipping around with your heart in your throat and wide eyes. It was just your fucking handsome boyfriend making you almost have a heart attack.

"Jesus Christ, John!" You whisper yelled at the scot before quickly muting your mic and shutting your camera.

Normally, the warm and playful energy would be beaming within your space, however, Johnny seemed oddly preoccupied. "Lass, I just..." A frustrated sigh passed his lips, "Had to come home to ya,"

"Is—are you okay?" There was an instant pull of worry on your features, about to stand from your office chair, "Johnny, what's wrong?"

Large hands, gently kept you seated and knelt on the fluffy rug beneath you. Furrowing your brow in concern, the meeting was completely fallen on deaf ears as you cupped his strong jaw, searching for an answer on Johnny's tanned face.

"I needed you" He gruffed out, lust coating each word.

Finally, he gazed up at you with his signature smile and calloused hands smoothing up your thighs.

"Fuckin—" You breathlessly laughed, the worry and concern melting away in his azure eyes.

"I'm hungry" Johnny groaned, thick fingers needing your hips slowly and bowing to kiss each knee.

"Sweetheart, I'm in a meeting right now, but there are leftovers in—"

"No, baby." There was a deepness in his chest when he replied, a tingle sparking within your spine at it. Rough yet skillful fingers almost pulled off the button of your trousers. "I'm hungry for you,"

With a call of his name on your lips, you protested but lifted your hips anyway, allowing your pants to be pulled off and tossed across the floor. Exposed only in your black lace underwear and button-down blouse, your face flushed and breath caught. Each kiss the scot had placed on your soft skin from ankle to thigh lit you on fire. Wetness growing fast as you squirmed beneath his wildfire touch.

"Y/n? ... Y/n?"

You froze at your manager's voice and Johnny just chuckled between your legs, "Continue your meetin' darling"

Cursing under your breath, you turned on your camera and microphone, "Sorry... um, my connection went out for a few m-minutes"

"That's alright, let's review the new topics f—"

"Such pretty little lace" John muttered against your hot core, lips sucking and kisses on the sticky fabric.

Trying to desperately compose yourself, face red and a hand gripping your pen with white knuckles, you flinched once his hot tongue laved across the clinging lace. Nudging your clit softly, those sea blue eyes met yours seeing the struggle, want, need and anger swirling through. He couldn't get enough. Spanking your cunt lightly with a rapid succession, Johnny motioned his head to your computer as your coworker as you question about something you were lost on.

Flying your eyes to the screen, there were puzzling looks, some just zoned out and others awaiting your response. "Sorry, my, um, dog is annoying me," you placed emphasis on the word dog, glancing down quickly to see John's squinted expression. This earned you a gentle warning bite to your clit, wanting to jump back but his hands held you still.

"To answer your question, I have been working closely on this with..." You fought on against the assault of your partner down below, voice professional in placid answers.

Only he could notice the dips and croons within your voice, as he basically spoke directly to your pussy in hushes mumbles, "such a sweet, wet cunt... a needy girl... look how wet she's getting as she tries to focus.."

It was manageable with a steel, stubborn focus you had fortunately been born with, but those walls were crumbling fast. There was a click of a knife, cool metal faster than you could realize and your panties were gone. Hot swipes of his wide tongue made you grip the brown fluffy Mohawk on top of your man's head, fingers tangling within it, reminding you to cut his hair after he ate you alive. Catching your bottom lip to hide a whine, it only made Johnny work faster like a man starved.

The hot magma licked inside the pit of your stomach, managing to reach foreward to mute your mic once the direction of the meeting was turned upon your coworkers, you couldn't help but give out the moan. Needy and wanton, leaning back in your chair, your hips rolled against against his face feeling rough stubble, hot saliva and your own juices now pooling underneath you.

"Fuck, hen... Christ you taste so good" Johnny hummed, the deep vibrations of his voice only made it harder to look normal on your Webcam. "Couldn't stop thinking about this pretty little cunt. Begging me to come home and fuck you..."

"John, J-John" Sweetly, you begged for it feeling so close yet so far in your pleasure.

Bringing the hand that held your pen up to your mouth, chewing on the plastic, hoping you didn't look too suspicious, but in the same breath your shits to give was dwindling. A deep rumble of a groan shot through him, lapping up every single drop of you as he plunged in a finger.

"Oh my god, baby, please" Johnny added a second finger quickly, making you gasp and twist. Your heel digging into the wide plans of muscle that was his back.

He pulled back with a string connecting you two, "Well would you look at this greedy little girl, huh?... Fucking needy angel,"

Flushed, hot cheeks were visible now to your team, along with the obvious wiggles, and you begged this fucking meeting to just be over. John's fingers curled inside you and his skilled lips sucked on your clit, feeling just how close you were it made him chuckle.

"Well, that concludes our meeting fo—"

Instantly, John slammed down your laptop, standing in front of you. Crashing his lips to yours, you grappled against him. Thick muscle flexing under your touch and his fingers pumped faster, noises of your slick, squelched sloppily as your end came strongly inside you. Moaning his name out as his tongue fucked your mouth, the effect of your orgasm splashed his large hand, bringing you slowly down from your high.

"Fucking missed you today" Johnny's accent was heavier with lust, drawing out his fingers to bring them to his own mouth and humming at the taste of you.

"I'm gonna need a good explanation in the next metting." You smiled, breathing heavy.

"It was just your dog" He beemed back, leaning down and laughing against your lips in bliss.

"I need to buy you a collar"

"I'm not opposed to that"

[bloodyquillink-blog]

hi! 🍓 anon again and I wanted to thank you on the kick request !!!! it's so fhfusjdhudjskxnd i need more kick fics fr 🗣‼️‼️‼️

anyways, I was hoping you can do logan x reader where they both go to the beach to relax after a tired some mission. as they walk alongside the ocean, logan picks up a rock that matches the reader's eye color and the reader does the same thing with logan

A/N🪶: Sorry this took me so long, school has been kicking my ass. Very cute idea! This fic will not specify Reader’s eye color.

Warnings: Mentions/descriptions of injuries, Swearing, Riley, Fluffy, Hand smooches, gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Eyes Like Gravel, Logan Walker x Reader

You plopped down in the chopper, leaning your head back until it gently tapped against the wall of the aircraft. 

You did good. The mission went as expected but it was still harder than any of you could’ve anticipated. David was stitching up Keegan, who had been stabbed. The cut was more grisly than you would like to admit. Not that you couldn’t handle it, you kind of had to if you wanted to be on a team like this, but that doesn’t mean you want to see one of your friends getting torn open by some terrorist bastard.

Logan was helping to hold Keegan in place and pinch his skin together for the suture. The bloodied man who was receiving the stitches was gripping Logan’s arm. You saw his fingers twitch every once in a while, whether caused by lingering pain or accidentally shifting the wrong way, you don’t know. Merrick sat beside you across the way as the men worked. Despite how exhausted you felt, both of you were ready to get up should anything happen.

Kick was up front flying back to base. You could hear him muttering into his mic, probably talking to Neptune or someone back home. It was about 1600 hours. Definitely not time to sleep but you could at least get food in a bit. 

“And… there. Should be good until the Doc can get a look at it.” David pat Keegan’s knee gently.

“Thanks, kid.” Keegan rasped. The chopper jerked, forcing him to shift again. Keegan grunted as he dug his gloved fingers into his seat. “Damnit.” His hand came up to cup the area the stitches were. The brothers helped him to position himself more comfortably. Merrick brought his hand up to his comms.

“Kick, what’s the eta?” He asked. 

Keegan wasn’t dying but he was still in pain. It made you upset to see the most careful person on your team have to grit his teeth. 

“10 or so minutes.” Kick called back. “How is it?” Keegan grunted again.

“Just peachy.”

You just wanted to go home, be away from carnage for a little bit. Maybe play with Riley. Merrick patted your back and massaged your shoulder from his seat. You looked at him.

“We’ll be home soon, kid, close your eyes for a bit.” You sighed through your nose and leaned back against the wall. You looked around the chopper, eventually meeting Logan’s eyes. Pretty little things.

Logan offered a small smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. You could tell he was still in work mode but he was trying to help. He always wanted to help even when he didn’t need to. He probably got that from David. You smiled back, forcing your muscles to work just enough to let him know you appreciated the effort. Logan seemed to relax a little at that.

You angled your head upwards and closed your eyes. Your focus was on your breathing, trying to force some of the leftover adrenaline out. Not that it would work, but as long as you tried, that’s what mattered, right?

Eventually, your descent began and all of you prepared to get off. Logan and David each used an arm to help Keegan. Merrick got off first and stood on the ground  as Keegan sat on the floor of the chopper and hopped off. The captain was quick to grab Keegan when his legs almost gave out upon contacting the ground. The two walked towards an awaiting nurse and the doctor on base. The brothers followed. David turned and called back to you.

“Hey, can you check on Riley and I’ll pick him up from you later?” You simply nodded and started walking the opposite direction. You missed the way Logan stared back at you for a moment.

You and Riley played for a little while outside. You threw a ball David had miraculously found on one of your outings. Riley never liked going without it. When he did have to go to work, he left the ball in one of your rooms, usually on the foot of someone’s bed. Riley ran back to you, ball between teeth. He dropped it at your feet and you took the time to pet him a little. The feeling of his fur was always relaxing on your fingertips. You still had some leftover adrenaline and were trying to force it down. Force the feeling of being watched out of your system, but every time that just made it worse.

Your breathing picked up when you heard a twig snap, your head swirling around as you snatched your knife from your side, the tip aiming at the source of the noise.

Logan. He had put his hands up. Your breathing was still hard as you brought your knife down and put it back in its place. Logan slowly approached you and signed to you.

“Are you okay?” You just nodded and breathed out your nose. Logan kept his eyes on you, you were avoiding eye contact. Logan sat without saying anything, patting the ground beside him. You swallowed and sat down on the grass.

You both sat in silence. You didn’t speak, Logan didn’t sign. You took turns throwing the ball for Riley. After about 10 minutes when you had calmed down a bit more, Logan paused. 

“Do you want to go to the beach?”

“Do you?”

“It might be nice.” You thought for a moment.

“Sure. Let’s go.”

~small time skip~ 

Riley ran along the beach, occasionally dipping his paws in the water before running back past you both. You giggled at his antics. He always had a way of reminding you that he, too, was not just a soldier. You and Logan continued walking as Riley kept running. You looked around at the empty beach, the colors of the sky changed, a gradient of pink and orange near the sunset and a deep blue as you looked away. It was refreshing. The calm waves with the painted sky. You inhaled the slightly salty air, a deep breath in, and exhaled. You closed your eyes and angled your head at the sky as you continued the deep breaths.

“Feel better?” Logan asks. His voice smooth. He usually saved talking for when everyone got home, when he could let the stress go. The walking must be helping him too.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “it feels better.” Logan stayed quiet for a moment. Riley came jogging back, he had something in his mouth. “Whatcha got, boy?” Logan squatted down and held his hand out. 

Riley dropped a rock into the soldier’s hand. It was almost oval shaped, one half wider than the other. The whole thing was almost the size of Logan’s palm. The color was a deep, bronze-like brown, with splashes of dark gray and light brown speckles. It was pretty. Logan looked up at you and showed you. 

“I guess it caught his eye.” He smiled. You grabbed the rock and stared at it. You met Logan’s eyes and held the rock near his face. Without moving his head, his eyes flicked between the rock in his peripheral and you, confused.

“The color of your eyes are really close.” He chuckled.

“I wonder if there’s one that’s a perfect match.” You looked out to where Riley had come from.

“I’ll look for one for you and you look for one for me, ok?” He nodded and you were off. You scanned the ground, trying to focus. You found dark browns, dark grays, light grays, ones that were almost white. Nothing. Eventually, you began picking up every brown one you saw before you ran over to Logan to compare it. Most rocks ended up being dropped back or thrown into the water. 

That was until you got closer to the water, coming across a little pebble that was stuck in the sand. It was light brown with darker brown dots across it. It was a tinge red, giving it a warm appearance. This one, it was this one. You walked back over to Logan determined to see if you finally found one. He turned to you and looked at it. You held it up to his face and he kept his eyes on you. Your smile told him everything.

“Perfect.” You whispered. Logan bit his lip trying not to smile. Both of you stared at one another, the rock long forgotten. Slowly, you both leaned closer to one another. His breath tickled your lips, your eyes fluttered shut, his hands held yours.

The moment was so perfect… until Merrick’s voice crackled through his walkie-talkie.

“Hey, I know you guys are falling in love and everything, but we need you back here.”

You jerked back at the sudden interruption. Logan looked at the sky and sighed. You heard laughing over the walkie. You met Logan’s eyes, your face burned a sudden shyness.

“We should, uh, head back.” You suggested. Logan nodded, whistling to Riley. As you walked, before you stepped off of the sand, Logan stopped. He grabbed your hand and took the rock you picked up, leaving his own in its place. He took your free hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss into your skin. Your body warmed as you stared at him. He watched your reaction, the slow smile that wormed its way onto your face. You returned the gesture, kissing his calloused hand as you kept your eyes on his.

You both giggled and continued walking back home, hand in hand, rocks in your pockets and Riley in front of you.

Even on the most tiresome days, you could always find the strength to smile at one another.

The End <3

Happy Valentine’s, cuties!!!

[kywaslost]

You’re With Me Now - Hizashi Yamada

A/N: I should just start watching BNHA again at this point because I swear this fandom has the most characters that I’ve written for out of all of them. And it doesn’t help that I’m getting back into Hawks content again and I want to continue my series but it’s been so long… anyway here’s some Hizashi comfort

Prompt/s Used: I’ve got you / Take a deep breath, and count to ten. You have to breathe, ok?

The sun shone brightly through the large windows in Hizashi’s classroom, and the hero enjoyed basking in the warmth of the sun’s rays. He had just sent his class off to their next period, and was prepared to get most of his grading done during his prep period. Hizashi had just sat down with a stack of exams and his red pen when there was a knock on his open classroom door.

“Hizashi Sensei?”

The pro looked up from his papers to see Izuku standing in the doorway, concern laced in his features. Hizashi immediately set aside his work, all of his attention on the young boy. “Oh, Midoriya. Is something wrong? Shouldn’t you be in class?”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness. “Um, yeah, but (hero name) hasn’t come to class, and they didn’t leave behind a note or anything. Do you happen to know where they are?” he said quickly, looking hopefully to Mic. 

Hizashi furrowed his brows in confusion. “They aren’t there?” Izuku shook his head, and Mic reached for his phone. “I don’t remember them saying anything.” Unlocking his phone, Hizashi was met with several missed phone calls and text messages from you. He skimmed through them then jumped out of his chair.

Y/N: Can you come to the teacher’s lounge?

Y/N: I’m sorry

Y/N: I think I found a new trigger

Y/N: Please?

“Is everything alright?” Izuku asked, watching Hizashi’s movements.

The voice hero rushed to the doorway, pushing past the boy. “I’ll take care of it. Just have your class go to Eraser’s classroom.” With that, Hizashi took off running down the hall.

He found you curled into the fetal position in the teacher’s lounge, tears streaming down your face as you struggled to catch your breath. Hizashi rushed over to you, kneeling beside you. His hands hovered over you.

“Oh, honey,” he cooed. “I just saw your messages, I’m so sorry my phone was on silent.” Your glossy eyes didn’t move from their trained gaze on the floor, and you didn’t acknowledge Hizashi’s presence. He very gently wrapped his arms around you, waiting to see if his touch made you feel even worse. When you didn’t move, he picked you up and placed you in his lap, slowly rocking you from side to side. “I’ve got you,” he cooed softly. He sat there with you, grateful that the lounge was empty aside from the two of you. 

Your breathing was beginning to pick up again, worrying Hizashi. He called quietly, “Hey. Take a deep breath, and count to ten. You have to breathe, ok?” The man holding you inhaled slowly, deeply, then gradually released his breath, encouraging you to follow his pattern. You inhaled shakily, but released much quicker than Mic. “That’s ok!” he said quickly. “It’s not going to be perfect on the first try. Keep breathing with me.”

It took a while, but you were finally able to breathe at a normal pace. You relaxed against Hizashi, head falling to rest in the crook of his neck. You gripped at his shirt, hand clenching and unclenching around the fabric. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hizashi whispered quietly. 

You shook your head. When you spoke, your voice was light, and he could tell you were struggling to speak. “Just hold me, please.”

Hizashi pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then rested his head against yours. “Of course, baby.”

[tenshioffcial]

Bada Lee - You Are Not Alone.

Warnings!: Angst, Fluff, Self-harm, FemReader!, Abuse (both mentally and physically.) also reader is a member of jam republic.

part 1 - part 2

We all were invited to be on Street Woman Fighter and so we all are here now. recording will be starting soon for the first episode, so we all are arriving and getting into our outfits for the show, I wore a sleeveless crop top with baggy cargo pants, but I put on a baggy zip-up hoodie to cover me. We all went out to sit in our seats and what I seen across from our seats was team bebe! I low-key was so fucking excited and Kristen knew that, and elbow bumped me gently. "Calm down Y/n you'll get to meet her soon, I'm sure." I nodded. "I know it's just I've been her biggest fan for a while now and I love her so much." Kristen giggles at my excitement but turns to the Kang Daniel who is the host of this show. He welcomed everyone and we listened to him explain the rules and then it started. the first one to go was Redy of 1million she chooses Bada as the no respect dancer and not going to lie Bada was hot while she danced along, and she totally wiped the floor with her. It was next Kristen against Waackxxxy and then it came to me to pick someone. I held the mic up to my mouth. "I choose Bada Lee of BEBE." She smirked and got up and I obviously was excited for her to be my opponent. I held the mic up to my mouth. "Bada, I hope you're ready because I'm going to show you who is boss." She smirked and so did I. I passed her the mic and she raised it up to her mouth. "Y/n-ah I hope you're ready because I am the boss." I blushed but hid it as best I could and got started. I went first and my song was goodies by Ciara, and I shook my ass and grinded against the floor I even got up on Bada and rubbed into her a little she smirked and pulled her hat down more so you couldn't see her face, but I noticed. I finished and now it was her turn. Her song was Smack that by Akon ft, Eminem. I watched her roll her hips and move so slick and relaxed at the same time to it and she got up on me too like I did her everyone started hooting and hollering she got close enough to kiss my lips but stopped and it was the end of her turn. The judges didn't know who to pick but finally turned their cards around and two said Bebe and only one said jam republic. I hugged her and told her she did great but she pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "Meet me after this is over I want to take you out on a date for that." I nodded and she winked and smirked at me. I walked back over to my team as she did hers. This episode was over and she came over to me and gave me her number and I gave her mine and we went back to our places I have a house her in Korea and in the states. Neither of which I am at really ever because I'm always in the dance studio or doing choreographies for famous artists I'm never home which suck because I want a cat but the last one I had I couldn't take care of and had to give him up. :( anyways I showered then did some light makeup and did my hair into a ponytail and wore a lighter blue dress that hugged my slim yet fit body and I put on some converses. I heard the door bell ring and knew it had to be her. I opened the door and there she was tall and sexy as ever. I smiled at her and she returned the smile. I seen she wore a lighter blue button up and paired it with black pants and some Nike's her hair also in a ponytail but lower instead of up high like mine. She held her arm out for me and I obviously didn't reject the offer. We walked to the car and she opened my door for me and closed it once she made sure I was seated and walked around to the driver side. She started up the car and then turned on the radio. At first the ride started quiet but. "You look beautiful Y/n." I blushed but not too hard. "You look beautiful too Bada." She giggled. "You can change the radio if you want." I nodded and changed started cycling through the stations. I gasped when I hear angel baby was about to come on. [singing: I need a lover to keep me sane, pull me from hell bring me back again, play me the classics something romantic give him my all but I don't even have it.] She smiled at me and I returned the smile.

We reached the restaurant and got seated. I picked what I wanted and since we are at a Korean restaurant, I picked my favorite Korean dish. (Japchae) While we waited for food to come, we started talking. "So, Y/n what is new in your life?" I sighed. "Nothing much mostly stressful stuff." She furrowed her brows but didn't pressure me into talking anymore about it. I broke the ice again by continuing the convo. "So, what's new with you Bada?" She liked that I asked about her life. "Lots of stuff I keep working with idols for their choreography, also the show is making me stressed because I don't want my team to lose or yours but I know only one can win." She sighed at the end. "I understand same here but I won't be upset if your team wins because you guys deserve the win." "You guys do too though." I grabbed her hand and gently caressed it. "Well no matter what we'll always be there or each other." She smiled at this but pulled away cause food arrived. I drooled but started munching on this shit hard as fuck. She giggled. "I'm glad you like it beautiful." I blushed realizing I didn't tell her thanks. "Thanks Bada it is yummy." I continued eating and she did too. Soon we were done and left se drove me back to my place with her hand resting on my thigh. We get to my place and I offered for her to come in. "No I can't got to get ready for tomorrows recording of the next episode so I need more sleep. and to gather some small things to bring with me." I nodded and went to tell her goodbye but then...she kissed me. she pulled away and smiled proudly at me. "I had such a good time with you Y/n-ah." She rubbed the top of my head. "T-thanks I had a good time with you as well Unnie." I waved and she did too then she got in her car and drove off. I slammed my door behind me and slid to the floor. My phone rang and scared the shit out of me. I looked to see who called it's my parents. I answered it because I didn't know if I should or shouldn't. "Hello Y/n. This is your mother who you never seem call to check on I was wondering how your not so successful career doing for you?" I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "It's going great mother not that you would know because god forbid you actually watch me dance." I swear I could hear her smirk. "I don't think your doing something worth a fuck for a career Y/n. You are making not enough for you to live on." 'The fuck does she know I make plenty but of course she could give two shits less.' "Well mother I hate to break it to you but I'm happy and make enough to live and at least I'm happy with my career." She scoffed. "That reminds me you need to come visit for the Weekend." I rolled my eyes. "I will and I'm bringing some friends because they support me unlike someone." She laughed. "Sure, they do dear." "They do mother not everyone thinks dancing isn't a career." She hung up on me which had me fuming but I went on to bed because it was getting late. I looked at my phone and messaged Kristen and Audrey to see if they wanted to come with me to my family home for the Weekend which they both said yes. Then I messaged Bada to see if she wanted to come since I could really use her comfort through out this whole trip.

(My Angel is y/n nickname in her chat and Bada's is My Sexy Fox.)

My Angel: So hey Bada?

My Sexy Fox: Yes beautiful?

My Angel: How would you feel about coming with me, Kristen and Audrey to my family home for the weekend?

My Sexy Fox: Why not just me? :(

My Angel: Because I need all the people I trust during this trip. PLus they'll be in the guest room so you'll have me all to yourself. ;)

My Sexy Fox: Yes! Okay I'll come too. Where do we need to meet?

My Angel: At my house It's only a couple hour drive.

My Sexy Fox: Okay I'll be there.

I went to bed smiling so hard and touching my lips because I can't stop thinking about her lips on mine.

[amberizz]

★ Slow Down.

ㅤㅤ( genre ) — Motorcyclist au, fluff, slight angst! ㅤㅤㅤㅤ( cw ) — vulgar language, characters aged up to 19!

Isagi Yoichi. ( Dedicated to my snookie bora. )

The wind howled as his engine roared loudly, speeding through the bustling city of Tokyo. Moonlight shined through the large buildings beside him as an air of melancholy surrounded him.

No matter how much he drove, he could never get his mind off it. He swiftly tilted the handlebars of the motorcycle, making a smooth turn. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes focused on the road.

He leaned down while accelerating, the engine roaring as he sped through the street. The sound of car horns made him smirk.

But that smirk quickly faltered.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, making him huff before he swiftly turned a corner, pressing on the brakes of his motorcycle, and hopping off.

He pulled out his phone, checking the number calling him. His eyebrows furrowed until he saw the familiar contact name.

He picked up, gently pressing the phone to the side of his head, leaning on his motorcycle.

“Hello?” he spoke in a soft tone.

Shuffling was heard from the other line, making him take a deep breath. He knew her antics all too well. It was either a fart joke or screaming into the mic.

“Hey,” she spoke dejectedly.

Well, that was new.

The dejected tone of her voice seemed new, but it wasn’t. He knew she was capable of being sad at times, but he just felt a bit iffy about it.

“No rants about Blondie?” he asked curiously. Blondie was her boyfriend. Oh, how he hated that guy’s guts.

“Blondie and I are done, Yoichi.” Her voice croaked.

Finally.

It was about time they broke up. He was done playing therapist with her—he hated playing therapist when all he heard from her was how her boyfriend treated her like shit.

“Drop me your location, I’m on my way.”

“Thank you, Yoichi.”

The ravenette slightly grinned before putting on his helmet again, riding the motorcycle and starting its engine. He checked the notification on his phone and saw her location.

She was at their usual place.

He revved the engine of his motorcycle, speeding through the streets. The roar of his engine echoed loudly in the background as he drove, swerving through multiple lanes, avoiding the cars.

He stopped by a store, buying those disgusting cheese sticks she loved eating whenever she felt sad, before heading the same route again.

As he reached the location, he saw the familiar brunette looking down, kicking pebbles on the floor while melancholy surrounded her whole figure.

"Cece." The ravenette slowly approached the dejected brown-eyed female.

"Yoi..." The brunette jutted her lip out, looking up at him.

Upon seeing her mesmerizing features, he was captivated by her alluring eyes yet again. The feeling of her eyes on him always made him feel attracted... or pulled in. The feeling he felt for her was ineffable—her beauty was ineffable.

"Hey...what happened?" He walked towards her, right hand inside his pocket while the other was holding the bag of cheese sticks.

"It was meant to end anyway." She sighed, "Our personalities never clicked." Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling a sense of dismay while she spoke.

"Ours do." He mumbled, looking at her lustfully.

The brunette heard it, but due to their friendship—she had to pretend like she heard nothing. Celine Clemonte was a pussy...or not.

"What? Yoichi you gotta speak up." She laughed half-heartedly, avoiding his hypnotic gaze.

His eyes held a magnetic pull that she could never resist—there was just something about him. Something she could never explain.

Maybe it was his aura? Fuck it, he was too good to be true.

"Nothing, wanna go for a ride?" "Is that even a question? Obviously."

He chuckled at her quick response. Isagi loved how her eyes sparkled whenever he mentioned something that sparked her interest. They always somehow clicked.

"Here, let me do it for you." He grinned, seeing her munch on the cheese sticks he got her. He grabbed the spare helmet and gave the brunette a small smile as he slightly lifted the helmet up.

Celine got his signal, dusting her nasty cheese hands before setting her food aside. She chuckled at the blue-eyed male's simple actions, she adored how he always took care of her like no other.

"You know that I'm capable of doing this, right?" "I know you are, I just like doing stuff for you."

That simple response made her flustered. Butterflies swarmed her stomach—or diarrhea. Was it because of the cheese? Isagi Yoichi...He knows what he's doing.

Cunning cunt.

After placing the helmet on her, he placed his helmet on. Shortly after, he rode his motorcycle, Head slowly turning around—checking if she was comfortable behind him.

"Be sure to hold on tight, princess." He smirked, revving the engine.

As she rolled her eyes, she felt the motorcycle move. Making her whole body move forward—hands unconsciously traveling onto his waist. She gripped it like she was about to fall off.

"Oh for fucks sake, Yoichi." She scoffed, "I told you to hold on tight, didn't I?" He replied.

The two lovesick teens sped through the streets. Swerving and speeding like there was no tomorrow. A smile was seen on both their faces, forgetting about all their worries as they made new memories.

Together.

Always together.

"Wait...Slow down." The brunette spoke, tugging his shirt. He was unaware why she wanted him to slow down, but he followed her orders. He slowed down, stopping by a cliff.

Celine slowly hopped off the motorcycle, removing her helmet. The male turned his engine off, removing his helmet as well.

He ruffled his hair, fixing the strands that were scattered all over—making his hair look like a mess. While he was too focused on fixing his hair, the female's chocolate brown eyes were glued to the breathtaking view.

Everything was peaceful from above. Everything was alluring—mesmerizing.

She walked towards the end of the cliff, sitting down on the grassy land. She heard footsteps from behind, making her turn her head.

Isagi sat down beside the female. He was as mesmerized as her. The view was certainly breathtaking—but he knew something else that could be par with this view. Well not really...it was better.

"It's so pretty." She mumbled, her eyes glued to the mesmerizing view of the stars in the night sky. Shining as bright as a diamond. Twinkling as bright as his eyes.

"It really is." He responded, eyes never leaving the other view. A smile grew on his face as he kept on scanning her features. He will never get tired of her face. Or just her in general.

"Yoichi!" Her eyes widened, "A shooting star! Make a wish." She smiled, clasping her hands together—closing her eyes as she made a wish.

He sighed, the smile on his face remained. He copied what she did—clasping both his hands together as he wished for whatever.

After wishing for what he wanted, he slowly opened his eyes.

Only to see her staring at him.

They both looked away—face flushed red.

"Um, what did you wish for...?" Isagi attempted to start a conversation, wanting to avoid the awkwardness that was growing.

"You dumbass! It won't come true if I told you." "If I tell you mine, can you make my wish come true?" "What am I your fairy?!"

He laughed heartily at her stupid responses before responding.

"No, but you can most definitely make it come true." "How?" "Because It's about you."

Silence filled the air. His eyes stared right through hers—a soft smile was evident on his face. He seemed...serious. There was no backing out now, huh?

"Nice joke." "Not joking." "I hear nothing."

The banters never disappeared, she was always like this. Avoiding conversations like this like the plague. It was aggravating.

"Celine." He sternly said, "I'm not joking."

"I hate how I see those stupid boys treat you, I hate how they make you feel all insecure, how they don't see your worth—I can do better."

He stopped, "You know I can."

"Bu—" She was cut off by him, "I know what you're gonna say! You don't want to 'cause we're friends? I would rather risk our friendship than see you all...heartbroken over someone who looks generic."

She laughed at what he said, he never failed to make her smile.

"But I just went through a breakup, Yoichi." She rolled her eyes at the person beside her, the one who waited for an answer.

"Okay and? Let me court you." He shrugged. "You think I can't wait?"

The cold breeze was hitting both of their skin, it was really cold today. Awfully cold, freezing cold.

"Hey, don't you think it's cold today?" "Oh for fucks sake!" "I'm joking!!"

The blue-eyed male rolled his eyes at the female he had always admired. Despite her cheeky persona—his feelings never stopped. It was unwavering, like a birthmark.

It was stuck on him.

"Fine." She finally replied, jutting her lip out—head turning back to face the lovely view of the night sky. Her arms were spread out, letting her body fall down the grassy land.

"Fine?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"Fine! I'll let you court me." "You're fucking joking?" "Do I look like I am?" "You look like a joke, that's why."

She sat up straight, giving him the nastiest look. Arms crossed and all. She looked at him up and down, obviously joking.

"Never mind then." She scoffed. "Oh c'mon, princess! I was joking." He chuckled, his pointer finger made its way to her chin—making her face fully face him.

"You have my everything, you are my everything." His eyes looked at her sternly. It was like his eyes were filled with lust—but more romantic.

"You're so corny." "Love you too."

[ivanttakethis]

End of Round 17 - Tov’s Log

Tov (?) vs. Lark (?) -> Tov Win

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Tov should’ve known something wasn’t right.

She and Lark left their dressing rooms at the same time.

Their outfits could’ve been cut from the same cloth.

They walked to the stage together.

Lark was sweating, eyes hazy and unfocused.

Tov thought it was just nerves.

She wished him good luck and he did the same.

The music started.

Then things got worse.

When Lark sang, his voice was thinner, than she remembered. Weaker.

Tov lowered her voice to better match the tone he’d set for the round and watched him from the corner of her eye.

His chest rose and fell unsteadily.

He missed his next cue.

Then—

Lark hit the floor like dead weight.

The gasps from the crowd swelled louder than the cheers.

Tov’s eyes snapped over to him immediately. He was on his knees coughing up blood.

Fuck!

Shock came first, paralyzing Tov in place. Then panic surged through her veins.

She abandoned her mic without a second thought and rushed over to Lark, dropping to her knees next to him.

He collapsed onto his back, eyes closed and gasping for air. The stage lights reflected the sheen of the sweat clinging to his skin. Blood was dripping from his mouth.

“Lark!” Tov called. She gently nudged his cheek with her palm, only to find his skin cool despite the sweating.

He leaned into her touch, panting, but wouldn’t open his eyes.

Her hand slipped down to his neck, right over his carotid artery.

His pulse was weak.

He was dying.

Lark was dying right in front of her.

Sirens blared in Tov’s head. She needed to act fast. If Lark fell unconscious, he may never wake up.

“Somebody help!” Tov had to scream to to be heard over the music still playing, frantic and desperate. “Please!”

She never wore her medical band when performing, but she didn’t need it to know her heart was racing.

“Lark? I need you to stay with me, okay?” Tov grabbed his hand and squeezed tight. “Just for a bit longer.”

She hoped she hadn’t imagined him groaning in reply.

Footfalls thundered toward them.

Tov looked up to see three humans dressed in blue uniforms rushing across the stage wearing rubber gloves and surgical masks, carrying large duffle bags.

They swarmed Lark, nearly crowding Tov out. But she refused to leave his side or let go of his hand. Her eyes didn’t stray from his face.

Please live. She squeezed his hand harder, hard enough to bruise. Please please please.

Suddenly, as if he’d heard her prayers, Lark opened his eyes.

He looked directly at her.

His golden gaze shone with stunning clarity. “Tov?”

Her heart lurched forward.

If Tov hadn’t been paying so close attention, she wouldn’t have heard him say her name. His voice was as light as a feather.

“Y-Yes?”

His smile was soft, almost serene.

She watched helplessly as the light left his eyes.

With blood leaking from his lips, Lark whispered, “Congratulations.”

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Fly high Lark, you will be missed 🕊️

I’m currently planning to sue @kamersona and @lookatmysillies for the extreme emotional distress they caused me (and Tov) by having Lark DIE from POISON mid-round.

Tallis is going to have to pull up another chair at the table of dead people haunting Tov relentlessly. My girl never gets a break from the trauma.

Now all of the remaining contestants are on lockdown and isolated from each other while Lark’s suspicious death is being investigated.

Tov is about to be left alone with her ghosts and her thoughts for who knows how long…

Anyways, Round 18 just started. Hope it’s a normal one 🙂 <- (is delusional)

Lark belongs to @kamersona.

Tallis belongs to @lookatmysillies.

[thewalrus-said]

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[abstract-crossverse]

I've already read most of the Phobos x reader fics in here aside from the yandere ones since those make me uncomfortable and no more have been written... So I'll fucking make them myself /lh

Long so it'll be under the cut

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"Peanut Butter" [Phobos x Reader, fic]

Oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck Phobos is SO gonna kill you three fuuuuuuck-

To put your curiosity at bay, you, Hofnarr, and Crackpot decided to prank the Director by leaving peanut butter bottles ALL AROUND HIS FUCKING OFFICE

And not even like spreading it around, just placing peanut butter containers in the most random places... aside from his desk, the desk it overloaded with containers

Right now, you and the boys are hanging out in Christoff's office, Hofnarr is freaking out about how funny it's gonna be when Phobos sees it and how you all are so fucking dead, Crackpot is also freaking out but more about how Phobos is going to hate him forever and fire him or worse! Drama queen.. you managed to access one of the tower's cameras and is trying to find the right one that gets a view of the Director's office, one of the cameras that is heavily password coded by Phobos's personal request

Meanwhile, Christoff is silently watching you three run about, he knows even if he didn't play a part, he'd get in trouble anyway just for letting you guys hide in here, he snarled

"May the two of you calm down? It's not like it's that big of a de-"

"got it!" You interrupted accidentally with a victory fist pump before giving Christoff a sheepish smile when you realized you interrupted him

"sorry Christoff-"

The taller man grumbled but nodded, reassuring you it was fine, the other two scrambled up beside you, watching the screen intently, Phobos was still nowhere to be seen

Crackpot put his hands up to his helmet, holding it in a panic "ooooooh we're dead! We're doomed when he sees-"

"Crackpot, can you chill? You've been repeating that for the past hour now, we'll be fine." You reassured with furrowed eyebrows, Crackpot was actually shaking, but finally nodded after a small pause, taking deep breaths. Christoff eventually came around to watch as well, he wouldn't admit it but he was rather curious of what would happen

He glanced at his smaller friend who was starting to bite at his nails again, that godforsaken habit needs to stop before Hofnarr eats his own nails, he gently took Hofnarr's hand and put it down, the smaller scientist looked up at him and nodded a thank you, Christoff's hand now rested on Hofnarr's shoulder in reassurance things would be okay

You four watched the screen for a long while before Phobos finally arrived, not seeming to notice the containers yet- oh nevermind he kicked one of them accidentally, you watched him hum in confusion and looked down at the container rolling up to the others, he looked around his office slowly, looking at the empty spots on the bookshelves with peanut butter containers randomly placed around, more of the same containers scattered around the floor and his desk- OH his desk

I wasn't lying when I said it was loaded with peanut butter containers, there's even some piled on top of each other balanced on top of his cup of pens and pencils

You were all snickering behind the monitor because it was funny? yes, because you're all nervous about what he's gonna do next? also yes

The director stood silent before he walked over to his desk, AND SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF ONE OF THE CONTAINERS ON TOP OF THE INTERCOM MICROPHONE IT FUCKING BROKE AND FLEW OUT THE WINDOW WHADDAHELL-

Phobos grabbed the intercom mic and pressed the button, the speakers screeched as a deep sigh came through, you all looked expectantly, he knew exactly who was the culprit in this was

"... I want the four head Scientists in my office, NOW. That's an order."

And with that, the intercom was turned off, leaving you all on edge, aside Christoff, he knew something like this would happen. You closed off the cameras and you all left Christoff's office, Crackpot scurried off ahead, mumbling something about an apology or something, Hofnarr just stood quiet, fidgeting with his fingers, you looked at Christoff and Hofnarr beside you, feeling a sting of guilt hit you

You hesitated, guilt was written on your face "Boys I-.... I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess... it was my idea, I'll take all the blame for it."

"I-it's okay, [L/n]!" Hofnarr exclaimed, waving his hands rapidly with a small reassuring but nervous smile on his face "we knew it was a bad idea but still went with it! we're deserving of the blame too!... a-aside Christoff-"

Christoff simply grumbled, he hated getting tied to your shenanigans but who was him to complain, you both were his only friends, plus, Phobos hates him so he's bound to be tied to your punishment anyway

"it is fine. We'll simply do whatever our punishment quickly and be done with it in time to follow with our assignments to due." Christoff rationalized something obvious again, he always did this to put his mind in place

You still felt quite guilty as you four ascended to the Director's office, three of you internally hoping he wouldn't be too harsh over the harmless prank, and Christoff— of course— was simply deadpanning the whole way, he knew they were fucked but he will get to say that 'I told you so'

Crackpot of course, scurried ahead of you three to get there as soon as possible, you passed the g03lms protecting the entrance to his desk, saying their usual quotes once they saw you. By the time you three got there, Crackpot was already on his hands and knees and throwing millions of apologies and lies, saying how you forced him into participating and that he never wished to dirty the All Mighty God-Emperor's office... Of course he'd try to throw you under the bus

Phobos just sat in his chair, having piled the containers aside so his lanced hands could rest in the middle ildly, despite his covered face, it was clear he was... Displeased, to say the least. He sat up straight, but slightly hunched over, staring down at the masked doctor on the ground with an intense stare, his grip on his hands seemed to tighten as he slowly looked from the lamenting scientist on the ground to the three of you, tilting his head slightly as he waited you three do the required routine when entering his office

You and Hofnarr knelt down and bowed, you peeked at Christoff, who simply glared and crossed his arms at the director, he wasn't about to bend his honor over this bitchass figure head, you gently tugged on his pant leg, begging him to not make Phobos more angry then he already was

The taller scientist glanced at you before silently huffing and kneeling with a bow, you and Hofnarr gave him a small smile

The almost G03LM sized man still glared down at you, getting fed up of Crackpot's apologies

"Crackpot, shut your hole before I stich it shut." He boomed, making Crackpot and Hofnarr flinch, Crackpot immediately shut up with a squeaky 'Imsorrymygod-emperorsir-' and looked down at the ground, the poor anxiety filled scientist beside you was trembling, fearing the worst

There was a brief pause before Phobos sighed, rubbing his face over the bandages and leaned back on his chair, making the chair creak under his size

"... Whose... Brilliant idea, was this?" He questioned with a stern tone, you got up, still keeping your head down and hands behind your back

"I did, sir, I apologize in behalf of my colleagues, it was supposed to be something harmless, I did not for see your disliking over it, this will not happen again, I assure you, my Lord."

He stared at you, so intensely it started making you uncomfortable, he continued to stare directly at you as he spoke

"you three go get bags to pack all of these containers and bring to the cafeteria, they'll likely make use of it. Dr. [L/n], you stay here, I wish to have a word with you, we'll discuss punishment later, you three are dismissed."

That was never a good thing, you're fucked! You stood in place and lowered you head more, the boys got up, Crackpot rushed off before them as Christoff gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder, Hofnarr wished you good luck silently as they left, once you heard the door open and close, you heard Phobos's chair creak again as he got up, slowly walking to the edge of the platform his office rested on, putting a hand on the railing

"G03LMs, you two are dismissed, await my command outside, I wish to have a word with my scientist in private." He waved a hand dismissively at the G03LMs that looked back up at the director, they bowed and headed out their proper door

Once they left, you heard the Director's steps coming close to you ever so slowly until he was directly in front of you, you still kept your eyes locked on the ground, his shoes came into vision

Another long pause, you both didn't say a thing as you stood before each other, uncomfortably close in each other's personal bubble

You had to say something and break the silence... But you feared what he'd do if you dared say a word....

".... S-sir I promise this won't re-" you tried to speak, he cut you off

"shut up and look at me."

You flinched and looked up as he demanded, a glint of fear in your eye, he was still staring you down just as before, though you felt something was up, it wasn't just a threatening angrily glare.. it felt much softer than before

".... I don't expect you to stop your little stunts, nor demand you do as such... Your stunt was quite amusing to see after an exhausting meeting with the Auditor." He mused, your fear developed into confusion

"ah... Thank you, sir, I'm truly relieved you don-"

"however." He cut you off again "that does not free you from punishment.~" he purred, grin large enough to show a bit of his sharp teeth under his bandages, you gulped as he leaned down in front of your face

He reached up a claw to play with your hair mindlessly, much for your confusion, he stood back up, glare now inexistent, with a much softer look

"say... Would accompanying me to check out that new Bar & Bakery place be suitable?... Let's say.. this Friday at.. 10pm sounds fine?"

".... I- I-..." That seemed to stun you for a few seconds, what the hell kind of punishment is this supposed to be???... Well, better then reciveing more work to your pile, you already have much on your plate, you don't need anymore, just run with it, I guess?

"I-... Believe so, Director... But- are you su-"

"well then, it's set. I'll pick you up by your dorm by then." He interrupted you AGAIN, for fuck sake you'd smack him if he wasn't your boss or could kill you in seconds

Before he could say another word, the door slid open to reveal Crackpot rushing in with a bunch of trash bags in his arms, passing straight by you both and getting to collecting the containers, Christoff and Hofnarr arrive shortly after with much less trash bags, they stop and look at you both

Phobos retracted his hand from your hair, returning it behind his back, he cleared his throat

"Get to work, peasants, I have business to take care of." He hissed, and with that, he walked off and out of his own office, leaving you four to clean up

"... W-what was that about??" Hofnarr stuttered, looking confusedly at you "what was what?-" you tried pretending nothing happened

"the- his hand playing with your hair??" He pointed at his own, furrowing his brows with a still confused expression. You could only shrug, pretending wouldn't be of help in your case and not know what that was about yourself

They still looked at you in confusion, even Crackpot turned to tilt his head, then shook it "are you peasants going to help me clean this up or not??"

Christoff rolled his eyes, you never understood why they hated each other, Hofnarr jolted slightly

"a-ah! Of course, Dr. Crackpot! Cmon guys..!" The smaller scientist handed you a trash bag and got to putting all the containers inside

Well... Today was something? Friday will be another can of worms to open...

Wait-

"Did Phobos just ask me out on a date??-"

"wHAT?!"

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Meh, not the best but I carried this on for way too long, not much but it's food

Ej, come, wotah

*skeleton falls from the sky*

[alexanderossis]

Clem/Marcus- “yeah, okay, so what if i dreamt about kissing you? don’t we all do that to our best friends? …no? what do you mean no?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said it on the podcast. Scratch that, maybe he shouldn’t have said it at all.

“Yeah, so I had a dream about you last night,” Marcus starts, pointing his wine glass towards Clem, who’s sitting on the other couch.

“Are you sure you want to go there?” James interrupts, eyeing the cameras.

“Yes. Don’t interrupt, it’s rude.” Marcus frowns.

“Fine, it’s your funeral.” James sips his wine.

“So anyway, we were kissing, as usual and you-”

“Sorry, what?” Clem jumps in as Liam does everything he can to not spit his wine onto Marcus’ white suit.

“Kissing?”

“So I didn’t miss hear you,” Clem responds flatly.

“Yeah, okay? So what if I dreamt about kissing you? Don’t we all do that to our best friends?”

“No?” Liam exclaims, setting his wine down. James is just watching silently, head moving like a tennis match, back and forth between the two.

“What do you mean no?” Marcus asks, but his voice is soft and Clem can tell he’s sinking back into himself.

“Mate,” James sighs, “Most people do not dream about kissing their best friends unless there is like a romantic element there.”

“Oh.” Marcus goes quiet.

“I told you not to say anything,” James muses and Marcus stands up suddenly. He manages to knock over his mic, leaving it there on the floor.

“Not helpful.” Marcus chastises, but his voice breaks as he says it and he all but sprints out of the room.

“Maybe we should cut?” Clem offers, breaking the shocked silence. “And hit delete?”

Liam swallows, reaching for the wine to distract himself.

“And I’m going to go check on Marcus,” Clem pushes to his feet and follows his fleeing best friend from the room.

He finds Marcus in his bedroom, curled up in a heap below his favourite throw blanket.

“Marcus,” Clem crosses his arms, peering down at the shape below him.

“Not here,” Marcus mumbles, voice muffled under the blanket and Clem rolls his eyes.

“Okay, not-Marcus then.”

Clem perches on the bed next to where he assumes Marcus’ head is and gently uncovers the blanket.

Marcus looks up at him, sniffling. His hair is mussed, and Clem can tell he’s been crying. He’s so cute, Clem could cry. But he has to be the strong one. 

Clem sighs, “What am I going to do with you?”

“I’m so sorry, Clem.” Marcus leans his head against Clem’s thigh and sighs as Clem cards his fingers through his hair soothingly.

Clem doesn’t answer right away. His mind is going a mile a minute. Marcus clearly isn’t joking.  If he was, he wouldn’t be having this big of a reaction. And Clem… Clem has been waiting for Marcus to feel the same way about him for years.  Since the day he met the older New Zealander, he knew he was fucked. But clearly, Marcus is the only one of their friends who doesn’t know that Clem is head-over-heels in love with him.

“Clem,” Marcus looks up at him, panic in his eyes, and Clem realizes he hasn’t answered him yet, “Please don’t let this ruin our friendship. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, I thought-”

“Shh shhh,” Clem soothes as Marcus dissolves into tears, “You haven’t ruined anything.”

He shifts them both, pulling Marcus into his lap and letting Marcus tuck his head against Clem’s shoulder.

They fall into silence again, and all it serves to do is send Clem spiralling, trying to decide what he’s going to do.

“Shit,” Marcus sighs, “We should probably go back and try to finish the podcast, if Liam hasn’t left and I haven’t ruined everything and-”

“Wait,” Clem tightens his arms around Marcus, stopping the smaller man from running away again.

Marcus looks up at him shyly from his place on Clement’s lap, hesitantly meeting Clem’s eyes.

“Did- Did you actually dream about that?” Clem asks softly, eyes flicking subconsciously from Marcus’ eyes to his lips and back.

“Yes and I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I-”

“Stop.”

Marcus shuts up and his eyes darken slightly at Clem’s commanding tone.

“Did you like it?” Clem asks, letting one of his hands trace dainty shapes along Marcus’ back, making the other man shiver.

Marcus bites his lip and doesn’t answer.

“Did you like it?” Clem repeats, squeezing his other hand on Marcus’ hip.

“Yeah- Yeah, fuck.” Marcus blinks, blushing at the combination of Clem’s teasing touch and the authority in his voice. “Of course I did, it was you.”

And that’s enough information for Clem. He surges forward, pressing their lips together, steadying Marcus on his lap as he squeaks in surprise.

It takes Marcus a second to get on the same page but once he does, he kisses back feverishly, wrapping his arms around Clem’s neck, pulling them closer together.

Clem sucks on Marcus’s bottom lip, nipping slightly, pulling a keening noise out of Marcus as he does. It’s the sweetest fucking sound he’s ever heard.

Marcus is the first to pull back, dropping his head slightly and looking up at Clem through his lashes.

“Was that okay?” Clem asks, and his thoughts come streaming back into his mind. He should have asked, he should have made sure Marcus was really okay with this before he kissed him.

Marcus answers him with a soft kiss, “Stop overthinking things, Clement.”

Clem rolls his eyes at the full name and pulls Marcus closer again. “I need you to tell me it was okay.”

“It was better than okay!” Marcus pulls back, flopping onto his bed.

Clem leans back, falling down beside him.

“Like… wanting to do it again level of okay?”

“Yes, you idiot.” Marcus rolls over, leaning in to kiss him again.

The bedroom door opens and then quickly slams as they hear Liam yelp.

“I promise I didn’t see anything!” Liam calls through the door.

They can hear James cackling from the living room and Marcus sighs.

“I guess we’d better go back out and finish our podcast,” Clem sits up.

“My podcast, asshole,” Marcus pokes him in the side, “You’re just a guest who never left.”

Clem pushes him back into the bed and kisses him until he can feel Marcus harden against his leg, before pulling away and sprinting back to the studio. Payback.

So I’m a screaming meals ho now and I had to write these two after Marcus literally played with Clem’s hair on the podcast. So enjoy these two idiots. Send me a prompt (and if you have, I promise I’ve seen it, but I didn’t have the energy today). 

[crystalcow]

Hello friend! May I request cc dsmp secret s/o having a bad day and walking in while they're streaming and not even caring they just want to be held while listening to their steam so they crawl into their lap and just sit there while they play? Sorry for the long and complicated request! Here's is a funny meme to thank you for your creative writing services!

𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑠//𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑊𝑎𝑠𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛

Masterlist

Dream x reader !cc

Pronouns used: they/them

Warnings: more fluff and unplanned writing

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I shot up from the bed gasping for air, the previous nightmare screwing over in my head. I coughed looking around my surroundings, an insurance that I’m back into the safety of reality.

I noticed an absence of the place next to me, frowning looking around for my boyfriend. He should be editing or on call with his actual lovers at the moment, best to not disturb.

Deciding that I should get up, I hauled myself out of the sheets bringing it down to the floor with me as I collided into the ground. I groaned sitting up, rubbing the backside of my head.

I proceeded with my morning routine, looking around for the coffee beans in the cabinet. Once I found them I was sad to see the bag empty, the word throwing a dawn of despair my way today.

I whined giving up before throwing myself onto the couch, deciding to check twitch on my phone. The notification popped up at the top of my screen, clicking on it shocked to see it was actually true.

DreamWasTaken Went live!

I smiled watching my boyfriend mess around the smp with Sapnap and George, answering different questions the chat threw at them. Most of them were about a meet up or when the next Minecraft manhunt was coming out.

“Do you have a partner? Cause you can hit me up any day”

The question threw me off guard as Dream read it out loud, chuckling to try avoiding it. “Yeah dream, do you have a lover? I mean I doubt it but..” George teased, my enjoyment in this small little segment growing.

“Of course he does, and it’s me!” Sapnap jokingly threw out, making their minecraft characters kiss while making little ‘mwahs’. I laughed before accidentally dropping my phone onto my face.

My nose crinkled as I threw my phone to the floor, hoping it didn’t crack from my sheer stupidity. I cringed as patches stepped over onto it, smashing my poor phone deeper into the hard wood floor.

I gently picked the kitten up setting her onto my lap, tears welling in my eyes as I looked at the cracked screen. It was already fairly damaged making this it’s final straw..

Damnit

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I chuckled as I read the question that popped up on the screen, moving my character around in circles. I hummed trying to avoid it but of course George had to bring it up again.

“Yeah dream do you have a lover..? I doubt it tho.” I scoffed at the British man hitting his netherite armor, both of them fully aware of my partner, even speaking to them time to time off camera.

“Of course he does, and it’s me!” Sapnap shouted out making his way to kiss my character, the both of us crouching mocking small noises. “Hm but no I don’t, heh.” I laughed it off, a small ping in my heart from the lie.

I hate lying about being single especially since I knew Y/n was watching the stream. We never really talked about the fan art and shipping, they never really shown any dis comfort in it tho. We just keep saying, ‘it’s best to keep our relationship a secret from the internet!’

It’s my personal life anyways

Only a certain group of people know, like my close friends and family. I’d rather not see them getting attacked by toxic stans all the time, bad enough I have to deal with them myself.

“Mm you sure about that?” Sapnap kept going on, I made a mental note to yell at him later for it. “What if it’s the Nickelodeon hot tub person!” George perked up as I just let my head fall onto the desk.

So I prompted to what I do best

GeorgenotFound was slained by Dream using [Nightmare]

I looked over, muting my mic as the door handle jiggled. I smiled as a small head perked inside, Slowly fully walking into my office as if there were hidden cameras around.

I watched curiously as they made their way into my lap, legs on either side of my chair straddling me. “Well hello there.” I laughed drawing my lovers head closer to my chest, carefully running my fingers through their hair.

“You okay?” I muttered worried after not hearing a reply, soft clicks onto the keyboard as I sent a message to someone on discord. “Bad day..” Y/n mumbled into my neck, the small vibrations sending a small tingle down my spine.

“Wanna listen to me and the guys?” I asked as they nodded snuggling further into my hoodie. I used one hand to control the game, using my free one to scratch their head and rub the small of their back.

Unmuting as I made a quick excuse, continuing on with the game making sure not to be too loud. “Yeah patches wanted some attention, but it’s okay since she’s worth it.” I laughed as chat filled with ‘awws.’

I looked down to the resting person on my lap, watching as their eyes fluttered as I talked. Being faceless really did come in handy at times, knowing that this beautiful sight was for me and my love.

“Really worth it..”

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Sorry if this isn’t the best, I’ve been in a sort of writing slump recently! Also if you wanted multiple then I can do another one like this with more, or a different cc.

As always! Request and ask anything, and ask if you want to be on a taglist!

[hiraethhh-h]

secret celebration

summary: despite the holidays being a time for joy, you can't help but feel in the dumps. thankfully eddie's around to brighten you up.

pairing: eddie munson x gn! reader (can be platonic or romantic)

warnings: some spoilers, mentions of drugs/alcohol, alcohol drinking

notes: surprise surprise! happy holidays from yours truly :)

word count: 1.1k

the holidays, a time for festivities and joy.

of course, it was no different for you. spend time with family and friends, buy, wrap, and give gifts, exchange greetings, the works. but despite sharing countless laughs, an unknown fatigue began to creep up on you.

not wanting to be a grinch, you kept it to yourself for the most part. only really unwinding when you were at home alone, just as anyone else would. unfortunately, that wouldn’t be enough for you. at first, it felt as though a pit had formed in your chest. but as the days went by, it grew into a blackhole, one that slowly sapped away at your energy and caused your social battery to drop down to the negatives.

loud static from across your room elicited a groan from you. only one person would have the balls to radio you so late at night. “hey. heyyyy! ya there?” grumbling to yourself, you stood from your cocoon of a blanket to search for the walkie. it was no easy feat, since your room was dimly lit by a lava-lamp and a few strung-up star lights, but you found the brick of an item anyways. after extending the antenna and double checking the frequency, you pressed the button to mic back to eddie. 

“christ munson... do you know what time it is?” you hissed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “uh- yeah, it’s christmas o’ clock!” eddie replied. god, you could practically hear the grin in his voice. “wait. what?” looking to the digital clock on your nightstand, the bright red numbers did indeed read 12:13 AM.

“guessin’ no one else radioed in to greet you?” eddie’s voice snapped you back to reality. you shook your head as if he could see, eventually falling back onto your bed with a grunt. “nah… they’re probably all celebrating with family and whatnot.” you shrugged, absentmindedly glancing at your nails. the sudden silence on eddie’s end unnerved you, but it couldn’t be helped. you simply waited for him to reply, a frown slowly settling onto your face. rolling over, you prepared to drop the walkie talkie onto your carpeted floor, until loud static pierced through the silence yet again.

“shit- sorry for goin’ dark on ya. i just laid out wayne’s presents before i left.” the weight on your chest lifted ever so slightly, the corner of your lips perking upwards. “before you left? where’re you headed so late, gareth’s?” silence for a few more moments, before eddie came through once more. if you listened close enough, you could hear the purring of a familiar engine. “your place, if i may.” eddie chuckled.

you opened your mouth to protest, but you gave in with a sigh. ah, what the hell. it wouldn’t hurt to celebrate with eddie. 

“fine. but not too much weed, alcohol is fine.”

“‘kay, i won’t be long. gonna stop radioing so i can drive, yeah?”

you rolled your eyes with a soft snort, “yeah, see you soon.” once you slid the antenna back into the device, you tucked it away and stood from your mattress. time to do a quick clean-up of your room. about 20 minutes or so passed when you heard soft tapping at your window. you undid the latch and slid the window upwards, giggling at eddie’s appearance. he had on a santa hat and a red sack slung over his shoulder, and he was still wearing his hellfire club shirt, black jeans, worn matching converse, and a black and white plaid flannel atop. 

“ho, ho, ho.” eddie grinned, stepping through your window and gently setting the sack down. “you are so dramatic eddie.” you snickered, shaking your head as you rushed forward to embrace the male. your shoulders involuntarily drooped upon smelling his familiar cologne, which consisted of sandalwood and a tinge of brandy.

“mhm, but you love it anyways.” the male chuckled, stepping away to lay out the food items he had brought. some candy canes, chocolate, chocolate-chip and sugar cookies, chips, and some plastic wine glasses for the sparkling cider. “just as you requested, some alcohol.” eddie chuckled, pouring you a glass after assembling the pieces. you took it with a smile, softly sniffing the liquid before taking a sip. “mmm… this stuff is pretty good.”

eddie nodded in agreement, “yup. for a last-minute store run i have a pretty keen eye.” last christmas played in the background from your radio, eddie absentmindedly humming along to the lyrics. despite there being silence once more, it felt more comforting than unsettling compared to before. the two of you got your share of sweets and chips, taking to sitting in the beanbags near the corner of your room.

“oh, hey, i wanted to talk to you about something.” eddie told you now, setting his glass aside. you raised your brow in silent question, taking a bite from your cookie while also nodding. “you just… seemed off these past few days. robin wouldn’t stop talking about how you seemed… gone.” eddie kept his gaze trained on you, his cocoa eyes filled with worry. “i started to notice it too, so i just wanted to check in…”

you let out a long sigh, looking down to your napkin that held your cookie and chips. “i dunno… i just, got tired of the christmas cheer.” you began to prod at the end of the tissue, folding up the corners as your chest tightened. “i never said anything ‘cause i didn’t wanna ruin the holiday spirit, so…”

eddie shook his head, slowly moving forward to pull you into his arms. his dark curls tickled against your skin, eliciting a sigh of relief from you. “never be afraid to speak up, sweetheart,” he huffed. “hell, if you really need to, you could just step away and tell only one person. not even one person if you don’t feel like it.”

you exhaled shakily, giving eddie a small squeeze. “thanks eds…” you smiled, chuckling as eddie squeezed you in return. “anytime. and if you ever need company, don’t be afraid to radio me. i’ll come running butt-naked to your place if i have to.”

you scrunched up your face with a soft laugh, playfully pushing eddie away. he returned your laughter, grinning childishly as he picked up his glass. “gross eddie.” you huffed, sticking your tongue out at him. he snickered at your antics, taking a sip of his cider.

 “yeah, yeah, save the playfulness for the rest of the sparkling cider.” he joked.

despite the celebration only being the two of you, you couldn’t ask for less. after all, eddie almost always found a way to lift your spirits one way or another.

[fayesrossua]

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN: PROM KING

Prompt: you’ve had a crush on Jean all of highschool, but you never thought anything would come of it. At the end of your prom, Prom King and Queen are announced and you are totally blindsided by the results, and excited ;)

Tags/keywords: school dance, highschool crush, fluff, banter, wholesome, making out, touching, romantic feelings, mention of past ex

WC: 2k

Notes: I wrote this as a consolation for me not having a prom bc of Covid and because of my highschool crush just got a gf so I’m mourning the imaginary chances I ever had with him LOL. Enjoy 💓💓 lowkey want to add a spicy PT 2 to this😳

“And the winners are,” The room hummed with anticipation as Mr Ackerman And Prof Zoe opened the envelopes announcing this years Prom King and Queen.

Your friends had nominated you as a joke a few weeks ago, but they were the aggressive, domineering type, so they actually pressured kids into voting for you. Your best friend nudged you, and you gritted your teeth in anticipation. The room was so hot and bodies were all around you.

Silence hung in the room still, a drum roll thrumming. Who were the Prom King nominees? you wondered.

“Y/N L/N, and Jean Kirschtein!” Professor Zoe bellowed into the mic. Your best friend screeched, jumping up and down and shaking you. You began laughing,

“No fucking way.” You hissed at your friend, and she shooed you to walk on stage. Jean has been a guy you had crushed on passively throughout your entire highschool career. You’ve chatted here and there, had a couple classes together but never really knew him all that well to be considered more than acquaintances. You walked through the parting path of the crowd and up the few steps leading to the stage. Jean trailed behind you, his friends barking and making animal noises as he got on stage. You two walked to the middle of the stage, and Mr Ackerman placed a glittery tiara on your head, being careful to not mess up your hair. Prof Zoe placed a golden crown on Jean’s head and you looked over at him.

His lips raised in a smirk, and he winked at you. You felt your heart beat stutter, a rush of adrenaline pumping through you.

“Now a word from this year’s elected Prom King and Queen!” Prof Zoe said. Jean gestured for you to go first, and so you approached the mic, not knowing what was about to come out of your mouth.

“Uhh, thank you for nominating me. Couldn’t do it without you guys… I guess. Anyways, enjoy the rest of your night and congrats to us for all graduating.” You finished, before visibly cringing at yourself and stepping away and letting Jean come. Your friend cackled at you. Mr Ackerman held up his hand to stop anyone from clapping, and Jean went to the mic this time. He looked at you, his eyes glaring into yours right before he starts speaking. You felt yourself grow extremely hot, both from your dress, the lights, the people, Jean.

“My Prom Queen couldn’t have said it much better than myself.” My? Thanks for all the votes and support over the past few years. Thank you to my boys who have hyped me up. i love you guys,” he said exaggeratingly, Connie scream sobbed, I love you too, he shouted from the back of the crowd. Everyone laughed. “And I hope Professor Zoe and Ackerman know how much we all appreciate them for putting this together. Thank you everyone.”

Everyone erupted in applause, and Mr Ackerman grabbed the mic, announcing the “King and Queen’s dance”. Your stomach turned as Jean took a step toward you, taking your hand and leading you down the steps to the empty space on the dance floor. A white, found light followed you and a slow song began playing. In your peripherals you saw others around wrap their arms around each other.

“Congrats,” Jean said quietly, turning to face you. His hand gently sat on your waist, and you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, congrats.” You say, feeling stunned at what was happening. You didn’t think anything would ever come of your crush, that he would remain a NPC like character in your life story, and that after highschool, you’d never see him again. Life was strange. “How’re you liking prom?” You ask.

Jean pressed his lips together, humming. “It’s pretty good now, I’m freaking Prom King Y/N,” he says sarcastically. You laugh, rolling your eyes. He goes to spin you, bringing you back much closer to him then before.

“Yeah well I mean, I can’t think of anyone else who would fit the title.” You say, honestly. “You strike me as the type who would be Prom King.”

Jean made a face, his eyebrows and nose scrunching together, “What does that mean?”

You shrugged, daring to move a couple centimetres closer to him. “It means you are that kind of guy, it’s like asking why water is wet. It just is.”

His head tilts back and he laughs, “I don’t understand you,” and he readjusts his hands, bringing up one of his hands for you to take. You place your hand in his, and look up to see him very close to you. You look directly past his chin and keeping swaying with him. “Though I have to say, I hope you like guys like me. You know, guys who are Prom Kings.”

His eyes are burning into you, and you brace yourself before shifting your eyes to look directly at him. You lose track of your thought at the sight of his blown out pupils and you don’t dare look at his lips.

Don’t do it.

Don’t do it.

You blink, and swallow. Fuck it I’m going to be upfront, the perfect opportunity has fallen into my lap.

“Jean, I’ve always had a thing for you, regardless of your title honestly.”

For a moment he didn’t say anything, his eyes actually flitted away from yours, and a wave of doubt settled over you. All before he broke out into a smile.

“You should have told me sooner then. Think of how much sooner we could have gotten together?” He says, his voice laced with sarcasm, but being so close to him you can hear, and feel a tremor in his voice. Like he’s both serious, relieved and excited. His eyes continue to expand, taking in all of you, and you know you have him at least for this moment.

“Oh I know, I know. But I’m a coward, how am I expected to approach someone who is just so cool? A future Prom King?”

Jean grins at this, “Well we know now your true feelings for me.”

“What about you? Compliment me now.” You say boldly. He hasn’t said he likes you, but you have every reason to think he does.

“Of course I like you. Chances are I’ve liked you longer than you’ve liked me. Especially with you dating that fucking asshole a couple years ago.” He says, and you exhale a laugh.

“Oh God, don’t bring him up please. I’d rather not think about him.” You shake your head, while simultaneously being overwhelmed with his confession that he likes you.

“It’s true though, I saw the way he spoke to you and the way he handled you. If I had known you better I would have stepped in but I never did.”

You signed, not knowing what to say. You didn’t want to think about him. You wanted to focus in on the moment, on Jean. You breathed in his scent and for a split second, you feel your world stop. You didn’t know if it’s because of a lack of male attention, or the atmosphere of prom, but you felt all the pieces of your life come together at that moment. White picket fences and children running around. Cherry aprons and baked goods. You saw your future flash before your eyes. I’ve liked him. He’s liked me.

I like him, and he likes me.

“I guess it worked out if it was all leading to this moment then,” you say, focusing your eyes on him again. He’s so close to you he’s hard to look straight at him. Jean lifts his head, and brings a hand to your upper back. Your head rested on his chest.

“Let’s hope.” He said, letting you two dance in silence until the rest of the song played out. You looked around, seeing everyone dance and you blink hard, trying to really capture every detail of this moment. What you see, how you feel, what you’re touching, who. You’re going to miss this moment, and go back to it on sad days. Jean craned his head down to you, his lips grazing the top of your ear, “I’m hungry, want to get out of here after the dance?”

“Absolutely.” You reply. The song plays out it’s final chorus before fading quietly. Still, there was chatter all around, but it seemed insignificant to the intense grip Jean was holding you with.

He tapped a few times on your waist and flickered his eyes to the exit door. You nod, and you start walking with him to leave. The foyer was still lit with the unwelcoming hallway lights you had come to appreciate. A huge banner with “PROM NIGHT” draping from the upstairs balcony. Jean opened the door for you and a cool summer breeze welcomed you. He took out his car keys from his pocket and jangled them around. “The black Chevy over there.” He pointed, pressing his key and unlocking the door. It blinked back at you.

He stepped in front of you, just as you were about to open the door. Jean turned to face you, and put his hand on your waist again. He pulled you in close, your hips directly pressed up against each other’s. “Is it too early to ask for a kiss?” He whispered, his voice deep in cadence but still a little smug.

You just shook your head, letting your eyes fall directly to his slightly open mouth. Jean took your face in his palm, and took no time to firmly press his lips against yours. A pool of warmth bloomed in your lower stomach and you were shocked at how wet and soft his lips were. Jean tilted his head to the side, kissing you deeper, and more intensely, his fingers carefully grabbing your hair. You slid your hands up his back, grabbing the back of his neck and pressing into him.

Jean slipped his tongue into your mouth as he went in again, a surge of pressure building and releasing itself in your stomach. You opened your mouth a little wider, allowing your tongues to massage against each other.

As expected, Jean is one hell of a French kisser.

He exhaled breathily into your mouth, and you ached at the sound of his voice in that airy, light way. You wanted to hear it more. He brought his lips down to your neck, planting soft, barely there kisses. You were feeling very overwhelmed and you didn’t want it to stop.

“So where do you want to go for food?” He asked, out of breath as he peppered you with little kisses. You scoffed, your eyes just beginning to flutter open again.

“How much are you willing to spend ?” You ask. He brings his lips back to yours, and he gives you a long, suffocating kiss before letting go. His lips were slightly puffy, and the pinkish stain of your lipstick covered his face. You imagined you looked more or less the same - you felt the top of your head, feeling the spikes of your tiara. Jean laughed,

“Don’t worry Princess, I won’t dethrone you quite yet.” He fixed your tiara. “We can go anywhere you want. Let’s start with some ice cream how about?” He opens your car door,

“That works with me.” You step to enter the car and he closes the door behind you. He runs around the other side, jumping in and starting his car. Before he flips down the car mirror, checking himself out. You look at him unabashedly, not believing this was happening. In that moment you had no idea what to expect - whether this would be one evening together or the start of something new for the both of you. You hoped the latter.

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AGH I WANNA DO A PT2??? DINER BATHROOM BJ??! CAR SEX? LMK!!!

[purecantarella]

All For You

i wanted to write a lisa imagine in honor of her AMAZING solo. kept me pumped up over the weekend HAHAAH i initially wanted to write a smut for her, but i couldn't do it for some reason this time round so yall are getting a short but sweet HHAHA

i'll try to write some more smutty fics but for now, fluff and angst for all of you! enjoy!

disclaimer/s : this is just fluff so i think yall are safe

It wasn't often that you were in a bad mood. After all, you were your group's happy pill and your fandom's ray of sunshine. You had a reputation and you liked sticking to that. But after a week of taking blow after blow from your company, you didn't feel like being the usual ray of sunshine you always were.

It hit harder when your mom got sick and you weren't permitted to see her because of time constraints with your comeback schedule.

You sat quietly in the leather seat of the recording studio, waiting for your turn in the booth. Mindlessly, your fingers tore away at one of the label's of your water bottle. Your members eyed you subtly, a wave of sadness flushing in each of them as you were so deflated.

After a while, you felt their gaze on you. You looked up at them, offering them a soft smile, but they knew better. How you felt could be masked with your small, tired, and forced smile. They knew the one person who could cheer you up, in fact she was in the building, but they knew that you would be livid if any of them told Lisa, your close friend, what was going on.

If you asked anyone, they'd say that you and Lisa were one of the cutest pairing in YG's company but at the same time both of you took your careers above one another. Despite that, there was always that pull that kept you both on each other's toes. You knew that you could rely on her and she could with you, but as she was in the thick of her promotion for her own solo so you never wanted to distract her like that.

Make no mistake though, you would love to have her by your side right now but you couldn't stop the feeling of guilt that began to creep inside you when you thought of disrupting her for your own selfish needs. Your other member walked out of the recording booth when your managers called you for lunch.

You brushed them off and with a half-hearted smile, "I'll just chill out here. Maybe practice the song..." You explained as you threw your cell onto the leather seat. The group's leader eyed you suspiciously. "I don't think I've seen you eat the past few days, N/n..."

The smile on your face tightened uncomfortably. "Just heavy midnight snacks, unnie! No need to worry, but you should all get something for lunch. I'll be here." You said rushing them out of the room despite all their questions and concerns.

When they didn't push further, you sighed a breath of relief and slid towards the mic in the booth. Sadly poking the base of the mic. You did your best to sing the parts you knew they needed for backing vocals but your heart just wasn't in it and you found yourself repeating the same lines over and over again. Leaving a frustrated pit in your stomach.

"As much as I love your voice there could be some variety in words." You tore the headset from your ears, letting it fall onto your neck at the familiar, teasing voice. From the back of the producing board stood a smiling, banged Thai woman who made your heart flutter in your chest, almost masking the disappointment that reigned there.

You stared briefly into her bright brown eyes, a brow quirked up on your face your gaze shooting to the floor. "You aren't supposed to be here, Lisa." You said making your way back to the main room, eyes not meeting hers. The dancer leaned up against the edge of the table, the same charming smile over her plump, pink lips. "Never stopped me before, N/n."

Her smile grew as she pushed herself off the table and made her way over to you. Your skin jumped as you felt her hand on your arm, like she always did when she missed you. You avoided eye contact, a heavy blush taking over your cheeks made Lisa smile even wider. "Y-You could've at least called, Lisa."

"I was going to but when I saw your members all leaving together without you, I thought I'd shoot my shot." She paused, her eyes staring into yours. "And I missed you."

Though you could feel yourself melting at the thought, but again you simply turned around not wanting her to see how broken you were. Lisa was always the first to tell, even as friends. Without sparing her a second look you said, "Your comeback is dropping soon, you shouldn't be here."

Lisa tilted her head to the side curiously, "Is that why you haven't looked at me the entire time, Y/n?" With her words, you stoped fiddling with the items in your bag. You bit the inner layer of your cheek, feeling her draw closer. You felt her hand over yours, the warmth from hers lighting a flame in your skin.

"I can tell your hiding something, you can tell me..." You stood there silent, still not daring to look at her. Her shoulders fell as she saw your defenses beginning to break slowly, your lower lip quivering ever so slightly. Despite her better judgement, Lisa took you hand in hers. "I will always make time for you, solo, comeback, or promotion, I'm here, okay?"

Wordlessly, you finally turned to face her completely, your head falling onto her shoulder. For a moment, you both stand there, magnets just gravitated towards one another. "I don't want to be a burden to you or anyone..." You whispered, voice breaking under all the pressure. Lisa wrapped her arms around your shoulders, wanting protecting you from everything that came your way as a sob cracked from your lips.

You began ranting about everything that had been going downhill lately. Your mom, the company, everything, while Lisa stood there, listening to your stories carefully. Once everything came to a stop, Lisa pulled away. Enough that she could see your swollen eyes and red nose to say, "It's all going to work out, alright?" She began wiping away the tears that stained your face. "In the morning, we're going to YG himself to talk about a break for you to take care of your mom, get all your healths back in tip-top shape, and we're going to get through this."

"'We're'?" You asked, a tiny smile taking over your lips. The most genuine that she'd seen all afternoon. Lisa brushed her lips over your nose delicately before placing her forehead over yours. "Like I'd let you stand up to YG-nim on your own, N/n." You giggled softly, leaning into Lisa's touch, eyes going soft.

"Thank you, Lili." Lisa's grin grew tenfold before pulling away. "I'll pick you up after work? We can watch a movie and order take-out. The L family's really starting to miss you." She asked shyly, a rosy blush coating her cheeks. You leaned up and pecked her cheek gently.

"See you at 6, Lalisa." She rolled her eyes as you giggled softly, your smile slowly returning. Lisa opened the door but took one more look at you, warmth and love running rampant in her stomach and chest.

She'd do everything and anything for you. Whether either of you knew it, it was always all for you.

i did thoroughly enjoy writing that, i hope you all enjoyed reading it! i'm working hard to get back on a steady schedule but also my classes are going to start on October 18th so i'm going to have to do A LOT of adjusting

anyway, remember that requests are open and criticism and comments are completely welcomed 💓stay safe, see you all soon, and i love you all very much

stream lalisa yall❣️

[lolita-lollipop]

Hi hope you’re having a wonderful day! Could I please get a bnha coraline au story. So like y/n has had a pretty bad life like a whole bunch of stuff and now they have to basically parents their own parents at the age of 15 cause they’re lazy alcoholics who just go to work come back and drink. One day after they move in y/n gets curious and finds explores around the house while they’re alone and discovers the door to the other world and meets their dream parents. The parents are aizawa and present mic who just genuinely love the reader, they don’t want to take readers soul that just want to help them. They have a sister eri and a brother shinso and when reader tries to leave they all beg and threaten reader not to leave cause “your parents never cared for you anyways” and “we’ll love you more then they ever would” and force reader to be the new baby of the family gender neutral reader if possible, please and thank you ( 03^)~💚

YANDERE CORALINE AU ERASERMIC FAMILY X READER

GN READER

-I do apologize if you wanted a shorter work, because this ended up being kinda long, sorry!

-there are a few grammar and spelling mistakes here and there, this is unedited, I will fix them :)

(I don’t know if you actually wanted the reader to be treated like a baby, literally like an infant, or just like the youngest in the family, I needed up doing the second option, tell me if wrong.)

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You hummed a tune as you wandered the hallways, your footsteps dragging, you had tried to tell your mother to drink some water and put the strong bottle of vodka down before she ended up killing herself. She yelled at you, told you to “shut the hell up ya damn brat”, god knows where your father even is. It had only been a day or two in this house, and they had already made it feel like a prison for you, oh my, A SINGLE DAY.

In all honesty the house was nice, old, yes, but still nice. It seemed as if the last owners hadn’t been here for hundreds of years, let alone clean the place, as all embellishments on the walls were antique styled, and everything, I repeat, everything, was covered in dust. There were a few different pieces of furniture that looked as ancient as the neighbors, including a dresser filled with a different articles of clothing, a few dusty chairs here and there, curtains clawed away by... something, and little tables with droors filled with little trinkets.

One room in particular was exceptionally creepy in your eyes, it seemed like a child once slept there, probably long dead by now, the walls were covered in a striped floral wallpaper, chipping at the edges, various stuffed animals that hadn’t been touched in ages, what looked to be a changing table, and a smaller sized bed placed in the middle, fitted with dusty purple bedsheets, probably that color because of the gathering dust, you sat down on the mattress, inhaling the scent of the room. It smelled oddly of lavender, not a musty mildew smell you were expecting. You spent a moment just finding comfort in the warm smell, before noticing a small dent in the wall behind what you thought could be a changing table. Almost looked like... a tiny door?

“What the heck is that?” You questioned or yourself, narrowing your eyes at the wooden frame that looked like a small threshold, cautiously standing up form the bed, and making your way over to the door, you struggled to move the large piece of furniture, pushing back gains the groun and shoving it out of the way. It was indeed a door, and it was indeed tiny. There was a small cobweb strung across the mass of it, which you batted away with your little hands, pulling at the doorknob a few times to reveal the fact that it was locked, you let out an exasperated sigh. Well... it’s not like you have much to do, might as well find the key.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken long for you to find the small, heart shaped key that fit the locked door, it was tucked into one of the white droors of the small table in the corner. It was the first place you looked, almost as if it’d been calling out for you. It only took a few moments for you to push the key into the lock and turn, you let out a sigh of relief when you heard the satisfying click of the lock opening. Wondering what was going to be on the other side, you pushed open the mini door, to reveal a tunnel of sorts... today’s just full of surprises isn’t it.

“Man this tunnel is lo... whoah.” You stood, still balled up in a crawli mg position, shocked at your own surroundings. Everything looked so... new, and polished, you stared Jan absolute awe at everything, literally everything. Where are you?

“Oh, honey you’re finally here!” A male voice rang out from behind you, immediately large hands were lifting you off the floor from under your arms, holding you like a baby, this guy cradled your head in his chest, no matter how much you squirmed, the iron grip he had on you did not loosen. You snapped your head up to meet his eyes, only to be met with buttons of such a piercing yellow it almost hurt your own eyes. A shrill scream left your lips, as you flung your feet back and forth in attempts to free yourself.

“Oh, oh right. I’m sorry , I should’ve been a little slower, it’s scary I know, you’ll get used to it I promise. I’m hizashi, your other father, re you alright?” He questioned, backing up a little to give you space, bringing his hands up to tell you he wasn’t going to hurt you, ever. You were usually a calm person, but given the situation, like some random person living in your house with buttons for eyes, the reaction was warranted. You breathed for a small moment, inhaling the even stronger scent of lavender that was oh so comforting, before standing back up, giving whatever this was at a chance of explanation.

“Who- who are you?” The question left your lips faster than tryouts could hold it in, he gave you a smile and walked closer again, booping your nose and once again pulling you off the ground. He was tall, slightly lanky, and his hair was a bright yellow to match his eyes, little dangle earring wee attached to his ears, you just stared in awe at the inhuman man who was holding you.

“Silly little thing! I just said it! I’m your other father, like your real father, just perfect for you! Dinners almost ready, so let’s go meet the rest of the fmIly okay bubs?” He questioned m, speaking down to you like one would a child, even though you are a fully capable human. He grabbed your hand, and gently rigged you off into some hallway, you slightly dig your feet in, staring back at the little door that got you here in the first place.

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“Honey, this is your reality, if it was perfectly fit for you! We love you, unlinke those scum who call your your parents, don’t your bat to be loved for once y/n?” He spoke, the two of you arrived at what was probably the kitchen, him explaining what was happening pretty thoroughly considering he had to do it in a few minutes, barging through the doors, a few other pairs of button eyes were scattered thievhiur the kitchen.

“Daddy! I helped bubba make dinner tonight!” A little girl, probably not even over the age of five, came running towards the two of you, smiling fully. She was sporting a pair of red buttons, which matched her little jumper, you had your face buried in this ma- hizashis chest, his arms wrapped around the entirety of you. He sent an exited stare towards the little girl, who jsut gasped and smiled even harder. She made little grabby hands towards you, so hizashi set you down on the ground, whispering a “time to get down” in your ear. Instantly, the little girl attached herself to your torso.

“Bubba/sissy!” She squealed, patting your stomach, as much as you would love to knock her off of you, she’s a kid, you don’t do that to kids. This young girl claimed to be your other sister, which at this point you were led to believe because apparently anything is possible at this point, she was pretty adorable.

“I-uh, yeah?” You spluttered, visibly flustered, you tried to get a grip of yourself, it was kindof odd, although the girl seemed much younger than you, the way she carried herself presented that she was much older than she came off, from the maternal glint in her eyes, to the planned movements, it just seemed... mature.

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It had been maybe an hour, you had been seated at a dinner table, quite the large one actually, in between a black haired man that you could tell was staring at you, and a purple haired teenager who looked to be a similar age to you. You sat there just kindof awkwardly trying to not touch any of them. At one pint. The purple haired guy tried to feed you, which was an unfortunate suprise because you were off in dreamland, and were ckmoemteky confused as to why he was even trying something like that.

“You’ll probably hurt yourself trying, just let me do it” he spoke, it is safe to say that this button eyed family is an odd bunch. First the woerd door, then a creepy guy tryna pick you up, then some little girl who probably wasn’t so little claiming you to be her “younger sibling”; then the offpdutirng glances front his beanbag guy, than this? What is happening.

Sooner or later, after the really odd display that was dinner had finished, and you had help washing your hands, because for some reason they thought you needed it, it was announced bettime, and with a snap of the man him you learned name was Aizawa, food was gone, along with all the dishes. If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you almost lied this, of course not the babying thing, but the fact that you weren’t cooking or cleaning or trying to snatch a bottle from your parents, it almost made you wnat to cry how perfect this family was. God how much you wished this was your own.

It’s sounds selfish, and unreasonable, but you never had a childhood, the day you were born your life was already sighted off as “servant of my own parents”, you lived them, you did, these people were so nice thiugh, they were odd, maybe a little quirky, but still jsut a perfect little family. Apparently one that includes you.

“ALRIGHT! time for bed!” The yellow haired man exclaimed, seeeping you and eri right off of your feet, holding you in his arms as eri giggled at the sudden swish sound. The two men on the other side of the large room cracked small smiles at the sheer adorable ness of the position, the two little ones of the family and their father! What a sight to see!

“Shhhhh, I think y/n is gonna sleep with us to Tonight okay eri?” Hizashi whispered to the young girl, loud enough for you to hear, she nodded and smiled one of her sickeningly sweet smiles, hr eyebrows raising before her button eyes. She motioned to be put down ‘, waving goodbye and latching her own hand onto shinsos, who also waved his hand.

“Goodnight daddy! And y/n!” From there, you walked alongside them to their room, or what you supposed it was. This was the first time you’d really talked to Aizawa, and it was pretty embarrassing because he asked if he was aloud to change you out of your day clothes. You were a little too scared to say no, so you let him, it was probably one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to sit through, and that’s saying quite A lot.

When all was done, you had brushed your teeth, and wrrrnchanged into a set of lilac pajamas, silken and slippery, you were pulled on top of the yellow haired man, who then wrapped his arms around your waist and started “shh-ing” you, patting your head while rocking back and forth slightly, the other man slipped in next splaying his arms over you, rubbing circles into your beck

Mans with that, the lights went out, and you fell asleep.

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From there, everything in your life changes, you wake up the next day in the dusty lilac bed, wondering if it all was a dream, so the next night, you go back, and the next, and the next, until you started to spend your days there. Playing with eri, or cuddling with either of the three men, or just having fun without any worries or cares int the world. By that’s when it all starts, they kindof... changed.

They became overprotective, it showed in some more than others, but it was present either way. Al you wanted to do was check up on your dad to see if he was still alive or not, and eri had a whole crying fit, begging you to stay, and telling you she’d die if you left.

“No no! You can’t leave me! I-I I’m gonna die if you leave! I’ll die, please don’t keVe I promise il be good!”

It took a little shushing from you, but eventually you convinced her you weren’t going to leave, and so she went back to her normal self. You were with shinso once, and walked near the little door, he had immediately blocked it as if you were going to do something, then scolded you for going near such a “dangerous object”.

“You shouldn’t. Go close to that evil little thing, it might hurt you m, I don’t want you to get hurt, so stay away from it”

And then your other parents, they didn’t let you do anything by yourself, scared you would run off and get lost in the maze of nothing outside. You can’t even mention your real parents, you’ve been down here for at least a week now and haven’t been able to check on them, so when you did ask to go back for a day, hizashi slicks dying up and told you to cut out the nonsense, while Aizawa bubbles in anger, telling you that they lived you ten times better than your parents Eve could.

“They don’t deserve you, they don’t love you, we do, they’ll never live you half as much as we do, we can protect you here, why would you wnat to leave?”

Ans so one day, when your “other papa” or Aizawa, tried to take the key from you and lick you in here, you had enough. These people were supposed to be perfect, instead they turned obsessive, little button eyes showing up everywhere, watching your every move, you had thought your old life was a prison, now look at this.

You turned back, checking to see if anyone was watching, waiting to stop you, before pulling the key out of your pocket, ripping the boarding off of the door, pulling the panels of wood off one by one, shoving the key into the black door knob, you were just about to turn it, when a voice rang out behind you, no longer was the sweet girl who you played trains with, in the stead was something else just In ther body, you could hear it in her voice.

“Where are you going? You aren’t trying to leave are you?” She spoke, you froze on the spot, hands moving faster, ymtrying to get the stupid door to unlock, before you could even blink, the key snapped in half, not in your hold, in another sudden figure, your other brother. You didn’t even get the chance to speak before be t down and ripped the whole door knob off of it, giving you a knowing glance.

“I told you to stay away from it, I told you didn’t I? Now look, it’s broken” he hissed, throwing the iron knob somewhere else, you knew that I’d both of the siblings were here, the two parents were sure to be here along with them, you were proven right, as a pair of black and yellow buttons popped up behind the Eric girl, carrryijg... what is that?

“Oh my god... OH MY GOD” you screamed, the heads of your parents were in these men’s holds buttons sewn over the eyes, blood seeping out of their decapiated necks, you reMiedn screaming as the heads were discarded, jsut thrown off somewhere else. You were lifted up off the ground in your crying state, hizashi a hands stroked your hair, while his other hand went and wrapped around your butt to support you up.

“We told you baby, we tried to tel you at least. Now there’s nothing up there for you, there was never anything anyways, your safe now... they’ll never hurt you again. You’re ours...

Forever”

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Tell me if you liked it, I can change things if you want:)

[sevendeadlymorons]

Levi getting chair fucked by a M!Mc while talking to his friends on his mic trying not to moan🤔

I didn’t have the energy to make this a fic I’m sorry! But here you go anyway :)

M!MC Chair Fucking Levi

WARNING: NSFW // Smut

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It was just you and Levi late at night, both sat in your shorts after a lazy day long anime marathon

You listen to the repetitive clicking of his mouse as he grunts to defeat nearby monsters in his game and honestly, it’d been like this for a while

Him ignoring you, replying with a single ‘hm?’ When you ask a question only to never get a response back

You sigh and crawl over to him, sitting yourself between his legs and watching his eyes dart down skeptically at you, wondering what you were doing

Your fingers trail down his thighs whilst his head set was on, a sudden strained look appearing on his face as he desperately tries to concentrate on the game and not moan from your touch at the same time

You smirk up at him, enjoying the stupid look on his face as he bites his lip and quickly clicks on the mouse to kill a nearby enemy

You lean down and lick the inside of his bare thigh, enjoying the small amount of attention he was finally giving you

His free hand adjusts the mic on his headset, pushing it further away from his lips

“MC, what do you think you’re d-doing...?”

His words trail off as your tongue nears closer to his crotch, a small whine escaping his lips as he grabs the mic in shame, hoping nobody heard him

He goes back to playing his game, his legs squeezing shut around your head as you push your way further to his cock, thoroughly enjoying yourself now

You love winding him up and watching his face go red, hearing his heart thump wildly in his chest so clearly and his voice go quiet and needy as he allows you to pleasure him in ways he only desires

He leans back and rests his hand on your head, stroking your hair gently whilst loosening his grip on your head

You nip gently on his thighs, receiving a short groan from him and the loud sound of laughter coming from the head set; Levi’s cheeks burning red as he covers his mouth with his hand, shushing his friends from over the mic

You laugh at how embarrassed he is and put your hands on his crotch, rubbing him slowly as he thrusts his hips into your hand, trying his hardest not to cry out right then and there

You start messing with the waistband of his shorts just to watch him get even more embarrassed, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink as you lean down to kiss his cock through the fabric

You shift in your place, rubbing at yourself as you feel a bulge form in his boxers, his eyes trailing down to your crotch too as he weakly stares at your erection, desperate to feel it throb in his grasp

You get up to place your hands on the arm rest of his chair, moving his mic aside slightly and leaning in to kiss him, a muffled grunt leaving his mouth as your lips meet his

He melts into your kiss, his mind straying away from the game as his character approaches a final boss

His hands tangle in your hair, completely ignoring the sounds of his friends yelling at him to move

He opens his legs slightly, pulling you in to sit on his lap, his hands now resting on your ass as he was quickly defeated and the game now showed a Game Over screen

He whines on to your lips as you begin to grind against him, rubbing yourself on his cock to create friction to fix your new found erection

His hands grip tighter on your ass as he grinds into you as well, pulling you further on to him as each time you rub yourself on him, he gets more desperate and louder

He was aware the people over the mic may be able to hear, but at this point all he saw was you and the only thing he wanted was to be inside of you

He leans forward, roughly kissing you now as he pulls down your shorts, allowing your cock to spring up and his fingers to play with your pretty asshole

You stroke yourself as Levi’s two fingers find their way into your ass, stretching and pulling you open as he licks his fingers to act as lube, the warm and wet sensation of his saliva entering your body causing you to jolt up and grip onto his neck

He fingers your ass, watching you moan helplessly as you get what you deserve for teasing him earlier

You finally grab his headphones and toss them aside, wrapping your fingers in his hair and running your hands over his ears and cheeks all whilst he was burying his fingers inside your hole

He pulls down his shorts quickly with a sense of confidence and determination; grabbing his cock and pressing it to your now stretched asshole and slowly pushing you down on to him

You both moan at the pressure, your walls closing against him as you take him whole, so badly wanting to ride his cock now that it almost drives you insane

He lifts you up and then drops you down, the slap of his testes hitting your ass painfully loud as the hushed sounds of chatter rings from the mic on the floor

You ride him slowly, still getting used to his length as your hands wrap around his neck, kissing him passionately as he moves your hips to the speed he finds most pleasurable

You gather the pace, gradually picking it up so his head was now resting against the chair and his breathing was unsteady; his cheeks redder than before as he looks at you then at your cock

He reaches forward to stroke your cock, ripping a moan from your throat as he plays with your tip with his thumb, causing you to ride him more desperately, hearing the chair creak at how harshly you were rubbing yourself up on him

A few minutes pass and you and Levi were chest to chest, your cock pressed up against his stomach as it rubs on him with each grind you made on his dick

You let out a muffled moan as you bite down on his shoulder, shooting your seed all up his and your chests as it drips down his nipples, covering him in your semen

Levi starts pounding in to you, bouncing you on his cock so he could come too, your ass twitching from how much he’s fucking you and your dick still sensitive to the touch from only just finishing

Not even a minute later and he’s gripping your ass, digging his nails into you as he cums deep inside of you, filling you up with his hot load and moaning loudly right in your ear, your name slipping from his lips as he nears the end of his orgasm

You both pant, exhausted and sticky as you slowly hop off of his lap, cleaning yourself with some nearby tissues as he does the same

He leans down to pick up his discarded headset only to find no one left in the chat, only a few messages in the group that read ‘nice’

His face once again turns red as he places his head on the desk, coming over to laugh at his reaction and pat his head sympathetically

He pouts at you, exclaiming how he’ll never be able to talk to them properly again without wanting to crawl in a hole and die, but you just hum innocently and kiss his forehead, walking over to the stack of pillows and going back on your phone, listening to him grumble and complain as he clicks back on the game