#bounce back from an eating binge

[hearts4golbach]

waitttttt you could totally do something w the sam n colby vid w jake n johnnie, like were reader is with johnnie and you could do something like the clip of jake hugging johnnie??? if that makes sense 😭😭😭😭

Spooked!

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

this isn't going to follow the points of the ACTUAL video. this is all made up and never really happened.

warnings:

scary ig?? I don't know if it's that scary, but yk.

going on a trip with Jake, Johnnie, Sam, and Colby had been on your bucket list for a long time. whenever Jake came into your room and asked you if you wanted to go, you were ecstatic.

now you were there.

"what the fuck was that?" a bang from the other room echoed down the hallway. instinctively, you gripped onto Johnnies arm.

everyone's head flew to the corridor behind them. "Holy shit." Johnnie muttered.

Colby turned to Sam. "why don't we set up the rope thingy so whatever spirits are here can lead us to where they want us?" his evil smile said everything.

"good idea." sam turned back to you. "y/n, you still wanna do the estes method?"

you nodded carefully. "Yeah." Your grip on Johnnies arm loosened. "let's fucking do it."

Colby set up the rope, leading down the same hallway. "Now we wait."

"So, were gonna let these demons lead us to where they want us to go?" Jake spoke up. his hands were shoved in his pockets. he laughed. "they're going to fucking eat us alive or some shit."

sam pressed his hands together. "Probably."

"woah, what the fuck was that?" Johnnje pointed down the hall.

"What, what?" you asked frantically, looking towards where he was pointing.

"i- I don't know. I think my mind is fucking with me, I don't know." he brushed it off.

the rope went off, catching all of our attention. the lights slowly lit up one by one, leading down the hallway and stopping at room 513.

"let's go, I guess." Jake laughed nervously.

Johnnie began to cautiously walk down the hall, and you weren't far behind him. Jake, Colby, and Sam followed suit.

the door of room 513 creeked open eerily. a cold breeze hit your face, sending chills down your spine. "fuck." you muttered under your breath with an uneasy smile.

Johnnie rubbed your lower back. "You got this, y/n."

"Thank you. I'm excited as fuck, but nervous." your shoulders shrugged anxiously.

"Alright, let's get this shit set up." Colby dragged a miscellaneous chair from the corner of the room to the middle of the room.

"Why are you guys always sacrificing the girl?" The camera panned to jake.

"Hey, I volunteered. I used to binge watch these two daily, I've wanted to do this forever."

"they're using their ghost magic to get into your head." jake was trying extremely hard to hold back a laugh and keep his bit together.

Johnnie laughed. "Oh, for sure, jake."

Sam graciously handed you the blind fold. "ready to get started?"

you nodded cautiously before taking the blind fold and putting it on. eventually, headphones playing loud static were placed in your hand.

the next moments happened so fast.

'me.'

more static.

'stop.'

'not me.'

'him.'

'him!' the voice became louder.

static once again.

'I'm coming.'

'go.'

'evil.'

'extraordinary.'

static.

'i-' there was a pause.

'am.'

'move.'

'fire.'

'run.'

what sounded like a woman's laugh came through the static, sending shivers down your spine.

you began to bounce your leg anxiously. a hand net yours and held it gently. you knew it was johnnie as his cold rings pressed into your warm skin.

'him.'

pause.

'bad.'

'hell.'

'the door.'

there was a pause.

you felt johnnies hand shift after you said 'the door.' what was going on? you wondered.

'sam.'

'johnnie.'

pause.

'Leave.' you scrunched your nose as the deep voice rang through your ears.

'after.'

'y/n!' it was so loud, you felt as if your ear drums had bursted.

you ripped the headphones off your head and pulled off the blind fold. you were gripping Johnnies hand so tight your knuckles were turning white. "fuck," your shaky voice mumbled. you let out a laugh. "something, like, screamed my name in my ear." your fingernails were digging into Johnnies hand.

you stood up and wrapped your arms around his torso. he wrapped his arms around you gently and patted your back. "it's okay, y/n. don't worry."

"the ghosts won't get past these muscles." Jake flexed as he pursed his lips together.

johnnie rubbed your lower back. "holy fucking shit," you laughed, trying to play off how bad that actually scared you. johnnie could feel you trembling in his arms, and he didn't let go.

you cautiously pulled away from Johnnie. "so, what happened?"

sam began to explain. "of course, I asked if anyone was here with us, and you said 'me.'"

"and he asked whoever it was if they had died in this room and you were like 'no, stop, not me, him."

Johnnie wrapped his arm around your shoulder comfortingly. "I asked who we were talking to and you said 'I'm coming, evil and extraordinary.' there was something else I didn't catch."

"sam asked who's coming and you said 'i-' then paused for about 10 seconds. it was dead silent before you said 'am.' then you said 'run' and 'fire.'" Jake recollected.

"you randomly said him and I asked what he's going to do to us. you said 'hell, fire and the door.'"

"and 'bad.'" johnnie added.

"so, we turned towards the door then you started listing our names. you said after and then your own name and ripped the headphones off." Jake explained the rest.

you shook your head. "we need to get to Colby and tell him. I'm so fucking uncomfortable in here."

sam began to walk out of the door. "that was one of the clearest conversations we've ever gotten." he gushed excitedly.

"you can't make that shit up," you mumbled, still shaking your head in disbelief.

while you were under, it all seemed like gibberish to you. now it all made sense.

you gripped Johnnies hand tightly as you roamed around the halls to find Colby.

[thebearer]

Hoohoohoo look at all these requests I’m behind on that I get to binge 🤭

I have one of my own tho, if you want! I just neeed Dad!Carmy and mom reader like so bad I just need some domestic fluffiness with him. I feel like he would such a cute protective dad especially with a daughter. Like imagine if she was picky and he made all her fav foods from scratch for her in cute little shapes. Stop.🥹

omg ahhh!!! a picky little baby bear i'll sob rn!!!

"Look! Look at what Daddy made you, Teddy." You cooed, bouncing the two year old on your hip, her curls tickling your chin. Carmen turned the pan towards her, far enough she couldn't touch but close so she could see the tiny heart shaped pancake in the pan.

"Mmm, doesn't that look so yummy?" Your tone lilted, exaggerated but soft, hoping it might sway the stubborn two year old.

Carmen's eyes rounded, hopeful that she might be impressed- would finally be impressed. Instead, Teddy just blinked, looking from you back to Carmen. "No."

Carmen's shoulder's deflated, letting the pan rest back over the flame. Teddy turned two only a month ago, and since then, she'd entered a new realm, passing the "terrible twos" and going into something much worse. You blamed Carmen, she had inherited his stubbornness and this was his own form of karma, because no matter what he did, the answer was the same- no.

"You're being silly." You tsked lightly, shaking your head at her. "You love pancakes."

"No." Teddy shook her head, curling further into your chest.

"Then what do you want, baby?" Carmen's tone was tired, and holy shit was he. "Do you want cereal?"

"No."

"Do you want eggs?" You tried.

"No."

"Do you want donuts?" Carmen tried again, ignoring your glare over her head. He was desperate, desperate for any other answer other than no.

"No." Teddy whined, wiggling in your arms to get down.

You set her carefully on the ground, letting her walk towards the cabinets, pulling on the child proofed locks. Carmen looked at you, tired, defeated, a little hurt. "I don't know what she wants." He admitted.

You shrugged gently, running a hand down the soft cotton of his shirt. "She'll eat it. I think she just likes saying no because you give her a reaction." You hummed, giving him a very pointed look.

Carmen snorted lightly, shaking his head. "Yeah? Who's she get that from, hm?" He hummed, arms snaking around your waist to pull him back into you. "Sounds like she gets it from you."

You giggled, pushing his hands off your sides. "More like she gets it from you." You pushed a finger into his chest. "This trait screams Berzatto, and you know it."

Carmen rolled his eyes, looking at Teddy on the floor, yanking furiously on the cabinets. "Hey, cut that out." Carmen said, firm with a little frown that had her stopping, rounded eyes meeting his. "That's not for you, Dorothea, stop."

The use of her full name, not the beloved "Teddy" nickname had her bottom lip quivering, your breath hitching knowing tears were coming. A loud wail filled the kitchen, Carmen's heart sinking when Teddy ran into your legs, hiding her face in the soft fabric of your pajama pants.

"Mama!" You picked her up, cradling her against your chest. Carmen looked sick, wracked with guilt. You snorted lightly, shaking your head. Teddy's crocodile tears won him over every time, had him bending to her every whim which you were sure is why she did it.

"She's fine," You hum, running a hand down her curls. She wasn't even fully committed to this "breakdown" already quieting down her sobs, clearly distracted with something over your shoulder.

"Teddy," Carmen's hand was on her back, nearly covering her whole little spine. It made you want to melt. She looked at him, bottom lip jutted and sniffling in a way that looked so much like you. No wonder Carmen didn't stand a chance ever staying mad at her.

"What do you want, Teddy Bear? You have to eat. What do you want Daddy to make you?" Carmen's voice was calm, gentler now and a near coo. You were sure at her nap time you were going to try and convince him for a sibling for Teddy, or at least try and practice.

Teddy whined, pointing at the cabinet she'd been pulling on earlier. Carmen's brows furrowed curiously before opening it, sighing heavily. "You gotta be fuckin' kidding me-"

"-Carmen." You hissed, eyes cutting to Teddy, who was not paying attention, thankfully.

"She wants goldfish again!" Carmen sighed, pulling out the orange box with the smiling cracker on it. Teddy perked, squirming in your arms to get down. "All she wants to eat is this!"

"Just let her have them. I'll cut the pancake too, maybe she'll eat that." You shrug, reaching for the cooling stack on the counter.

"This can not be healthy, baby. Maybe I should try and make them again? With some vegetables and-and I'll blend then better this time-"

"-Carmy, she spit those out last time." You bit back a laugh, remembering the disaster that was the homemade goldfish.

Carmen sighed, running a hand through his hair, setting the bowl of goldfish on the ground while you fixed her high chair. "I know." He sighed. "I just... I feel like she should be eating something healthier, ya know?"

"I think you're gonna have to give into her a little, Mr. Stubborn." You smirked, he was only proving your point now. "Give her the goldfish and the other. She won't even know she's eating it, promise." You hummed, tossing the pancakes on the tray and picking Teddy up to fasten her in.

"That doesn't seem right." Carmen frowned. "Tricking her into eating things."

"She's two, Carmen." You rolled your eyes lightly at him. "It's not like we're force feeding her. She likes it." You nod towards your baby, chubby little fingers grabbing the cut pancake, shoving it in her mouth. "If she didn't like it, we'd know. We didn't force her to eat the homemade goldfish. Now that would have been wrong." You smirked.

Carmen rolled his eyes. "Funny." He scoffed. "I just worry about her."

"I know you do." You hum, wrapping your arm around his torso. "You're a good dad like that."

"Yeah?" Carmen blushed, heart soaring under your praise. "You think I'm a good dad."

"You know I do." You shook your head lightly at him, letting your cheek rest against his chest.

"I think you're a good mom. The best mom." Carmen added, leaning down to peck your head.

You smiled, tilting your head back so he could kiss you, fully and sweet, lips slotting over yours, hand pressed into your spine to pull you closer. It wasn't nearly the sloppy make outs you used to have on Sunday mornings, sweeter now.

A sharp jab to your temple had you pulling away, hearing the soft clatter of something on the ground. You gaped, looking at the goldfish back at Teddy, who giggled wildly. "Dorothea, did you throw that?" You frowned, her laughter only growing louder.

Carmen bit back his own laugh, turning back to the stove, while you picked the food off the floor. "That," Carmen muttered. "Is definitely a you trait, baby."

[blingblong55]

Little black dress- Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

Photo credits: @ave661

Based on a request:

hey! just binge read all ur fics and I love them so much😭 saw that your taking requests rn and I had one, reader and ghost had gotten into an argument right before a party and so reader puts on her shortest dress and purposely tries her hardest to make ghost jealous, then gets fucked senseless by ghost when they get back😋 (Dom!ghost, consensual ofc) love your writing ur so creative with it! (just a request you don't have to do it^^)

---- F!Reader, established!relationship, smut, 18+, MDNI, unprotected!sex, dom!Ghost, rough!sex, slapping, choking, jealous!Ghost? ----

It was possibly the worst argument in your relationship so far, he and you saying horrible stuff towards each other and worst of it all is that you both had to attend some stupid party. The drive there was silent and awkward, especially when you wore that tight little black dress. The same one that showed him every beautiful curve of yours, he adjusted himself in the seat, an annoyed sigh as he tried to focus on the road ahead. You, applying that red lipstick and fuck did he need to have your marked lips on him. 

The party was shit, he didn't expect more from it but when one song in particular came up, he had to adjust his trousers as he watched you move. That body was graced by the gods, moving your hips, hypnotising him like a siren. His bulge grows bigger by the second, and your cat's eye on him is like prey. He shook his head, Simon knew you well, knew the tricks you did to mess with his head. And fuck you because it was working. There is one thing he loves when in public settings. That being that every guy in the room looks at you, wanting to fuck that cunt of yours but when you sit on Simons's lap, let him kiss your neck or you kiss his neck, he knows every man in that room envies him. 

No other man in that crowded space can fuck you, touch you but all they can afford is to imagine you, imagine how tight that cunt of yours is, how your pretty tits bounce when riding, how your moans sound. Simon Riley, a man who knows his pretty toy is for his use, who knows he eats you out, makes you come, scream, whimper and beg to come all over again. "Mate, y'alright?" And suddenly, he is back in that party. He nods, your stare still on him as your body keeps moving, he becomes frustrated, how can a pretty thing like you make him this way? Why can't you just bend over his lap, let his calloused fingers in your cunt, and make every man in that space know you are his slut, no one else's. 

And then he saw it, another guy trying to flirt with you. He isn't insecure of himself, very much the opposite but to even think of a man as pathetic and not as strong as he dares to flirt with you? Yeah, not happening on his watch. Simon knows you are loyal, he is secure in your love and knows you don't have eyes for anyone else but him, but it's time Simon shows once and for all that just because you aren't grinding on him at this party doesn't mean you two ended. He gives you that look, motions with one nod for you to come over and with some hesitation you do, "Simon, don't start-" His lips cut you off as he kisses you, his hand possessively on your waist as the other holds you by the back of your neck. 

"You're my-..fucking...girl," he reminds you between kisses. Of course, this reminder wasn't really for you, but for those around who think they have any chance with you. As stated before, he isn't insecure, he adores when you wear small dresses, when your curves are for all to view but to not touch, he loves to know that at the end of the day, you go home to him and that no man can change that. Simon encourages you to wear those outfits, he can fight and he can certainly kill for you, so wear that dress, be a slut and wear it because in the end, he belongs to you and you to him. Blood-covered knuckles won't stop the romance you two have. 

He grabs your hand, takes you back to the car and drives home. "I didn't get to finish talking with my friends, Si," you look at him and he shakes his head. "Doesn't matter, you can see them tomorrow, if you can walk that is." His hand is on your thigh as he drives. Fingers caressing the softness of your thigh. "I'm sure you can tell them all about how you got a proper fuck, right darling? Since you love to gossip and they too, so, tell them, tell them your boyfriend fucked you and covered your pretty body in his cum."

Once home, he carries you to the bedroom, tearing the dress apart as he nibbles on your neck. His cock was hard, swollen and needy for some attention. You look at him but all he does is turn you around, push you to the bed, and slowly rip your panties, his tongue lapping at your wet cunt. Your eyes shut as moans escaped your lips, you look back and he shakes his head, and slaps your ass. "No no, you don't get the privilege to look at me," he sits up and pushes your face to the mattress. His heavy cock slapping at your cunt before he pushes his tip between your thighs, your cunt already aching for him. 

Your hands behind your back, his strong hands holding your wrists as he begins to slowly push himself inside of you. "Oh fuck, lovie, s'tight," he moans and begins to increase his speed. Your cunt spreading for his size, your eyes leaking mascara-stained tears. You begin to moan louder the harder he pounds your sore ass. "Shut the fuck up," he slaps your ass once more, making you let out a whiny moan. One of his hands wraps around your neck, making sure to choke you just hard enough. Your voice is hoarse as you continue to get your tight cunt pounded. 

"C'mon, lovie, just take it." He whispers into your ear and begins to leave love bites on your neck. "Si," you cry. His marks beginning to hurt just right. "It's okay, pretty baby, let me just fuck you raw and then let me take care of you, yeah?" Simon whispers. His cock is buried in your sweet pussy, and your back begins to arch the second his hand travels down and slowly rubs your clit. Your moans are loud, and you begin to moan his name, cursing him as you begin to get closer to your orgasm. "Come for me, I know you want to, lovie," Simon taunts, his fingers slow, letting the build-up increase and the second you grew quiet, your cunt clenching around him, he knew you had cummed. 

Your whimpers get low as he pulls out, begins to stroke himself and grunts, his cum painting your back. "Oh, that's my girl," he moans, fingertips spreading his seed all over your soft skin, you squirm and he lifts your chin. "Open your mouth," he says and lets you clean his fingers, your tempting stare and the way you make subtle moans what a way to ask him for more. He picks you up and snuggles you under the sheets. "You did such a good job, darling," he smiles, Simon's warm lips meeting your forehead. Your legs still shaking, trying to calm down, ass is so red you wince when he massages your ass. "You'll be okay, I'll take care of you," he whispers and wraps his strong arms around you. 

A/N: my brain melted mid way through this so I'm sorry if its shit

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[ethansluvbot]

riding ethan for the first time please!!! love your writing btw<3

CRUEL SUMMER | SUB!ETHAN LANDRY

warnings: adult content, spoilers?, rough sex, riding, unprotected sex, and smut :)

an: i just got really sick randomly? anyways, i'm so so sorry for not posting in awhile. i just started a new school and even though its the end of the year its stressful. it also didn't help that i had horrible writers block. also, I've never written smut before so i will get better at this eventually! i'm binge watching the harry potter movies while eating soup now lol.

with a ton of convincing from sam, ethan and tara you decided to volunteer for a summer camp. sure, spending you day with kids had its downs, but you enjoyed seeing ethan interact with kids.

the kids screams filled your ears as you run to pick up their messes. the sticky hair didn't help your anxiety at all. you sat next to sam with your head on her shoulder.

"how did you convince me to do this shit?"

a quick slap hit your shoulder as you let out a yelp, "no cursing, there's kids around. plus you could never say no to ethan, it looks like he's enjoying it."

"i know. he's been going on about this since january.," you know ethan was a total soft guy, he never would harm a soul. it took him awhile but he finally convinced you to help out.

you both heard footsteps approach you, a sigh came out as you saw his shoes. immediately you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck.

"thank god you're here to save me from sam, she's trying to make me actually do something." he let out a chuckle as he waved to sam.

"im here to take you away," he smirked as you smiled back at sam. you heard her softly gagging beginning to walk away.

"hey! i missed you today, it seemed like you were having fun with your cabin."

"i was! i actually taught a kid how to swim today." you grabbed on to his hand. you loved this side of ethan the soft, dorky and funny side of him to be exact.

"umm, i was wondering where you see us in the future? i know we have a little until we finish college but it's been on my mind."

"well, to be exact i see us in well paying jobs, a modern family home and hopefully kids of our own." you felt his mood shift with that. you might've not been the most kid involved person, but it was great to know you would consider the idea.

you both stepped into the cabin immediately grabbing pajamas. you felt ethans shattered breath at your neck. turning around you slinked your arms around his torso.

"can i help you?"

"god- i want to kiss you so bad right now."

you gave in to ethans innocent act, attaching both of your lips. his cold hands found his way up your back as you moaned in surprise. he hummed in pleasure, kissing down your stomach.

you flip the two of you over, "i wanted to try something new if that's fine?"

he nodded intently, he trusted you with his life and knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt either of you. he's desperate to finally get you undressed as he tugs at your pants.

"someones needy," you tease unbuttoning your jean shorts. his hands explored your body, undoing your bra and throwing it to the side. ethan was already undressed by the time you turned around.

"lay down."

he threw his head back as you pushed yourself down onto his cock. you put your hand over his mouth being careful not to arouse any suspicion.

"will you be a good boy and be quiet?" he hummed in response, "words baby."

"yes, ill be good," he let a muffeled whined out.

you let your nails scratch down his abs as you begin to move. his fingers begin to trace circles on your clit as you bounce. you were still adjusting to his size but since ethan was so eager you began to move.

"don't stop," he lets an exaggerated sigh come out of his mouth. you grab his chin making him look at you. he keeps his hands on your hips as you trail kisses down his neck.

you rested your hands on his chest helping him move you. even without him speaking he could tell he enjoyed this greatly. you felt his hand kneed at your ass.

looking down you see his glossy eyes look up at you, "aw, poor baby. are you not getting enough attention."

you were almost using him for your own pleasure, which you felt bad but, oh did it feel so good. he was getting anxious as you felt him squirming.

you felt him thrust into you a few more times. you could feel his tenseness, only meaning that he was reaching his high. leaning down you planted a kiss onto his lips.

"oh fuck- i love you."

[oreolemur]

Ok so how about a Megumi x female reader.... Where Megumi is a bully... He bullied the reader so much. But the reader Fears Megumi so much so she didn't tell anything to Megumi. Reader had a crush on Yuta. They weren't in a relationship but they liked each other so much... Megumi doesn't like it...cz he loves the reader but never tells anyone cz he loves to bully her.... So being jealous one day he raped the reader and made a video of it and send it to Yuta...

Here you go!!

Watching you from a distance, Megumi couldn’t stand to see you happy with Yuta. “That shit pisses me off”, he muttered. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating. You and Yuta have been best friends since elementary school, but as you both got older, you started to develop feelings for each other. “Wanna hang out this weekend?”, Yuta asked. “My roommate will be out of town. We can watch movies and binge on snacks”. He was always a sweet guy. “Sure, sounds fun”, you smiled, gathering your stuff as you began to head to your next class. “Alright, see you Saturday”, Yuta waved goodbye, going his separate ways. You watched him leave, blushing at the thought of having alone time with him. “Eek, I can’t wait!”. 

Once you made it to your next period, you sat down, sighing. “I hope he’s absent today”. You look at the classroom’s entrance, watching and waiting. “Please don’t be here. Please don’t be here”. You bite your nails, bouncing your leg. “Move your bag”, a voice said beside you. You were so focused on one entrance of the classroom that you forgot all about the other. You look next to you, seeing Megumi…your bully. “Move your goddamn bag”, he repeated. You quickly did, placing it on the floor. “I-I thought you weren’t coming today”, you said. Megumi took a seat next to you. “You’d like that wouldn’t you”, he responded. You knew you would actually. Megumi was always mean to you, taunting you however he saw fit. 

Even during lessons, he didn’t care about the fact that you were trying to learn. He would sharpen his pencil, stabbing you in the thigh with it. What made it worse was that you always wore dresses and skirts, so it was easy access for him. “Please stop”, you begged, on the verge of crying. Megumi could hear the pain in your voice. “If you cry I will do it harder”, he said, digging the sharp object into your skin. You clenched your fists, trying not to cry. Your bully heard you struggling as you took deep shaky breaths. “Tch, pathetic”. But that’s not the only thing he would do. When class ended, he would take it upon himself to trip you, making you fall. One day, you fell so hard your face hit your textbooks, causing your nose to bleed. 

You could never escape Megumi. He had you wrapped around his finger. You were his toy and he loved to play with you. Even when you thought it was ok to avoid him, he punished you for it. When he did hit you, he would beat you in places you could cover up. “You know what happens if you tell anyone about this right?”. He would threaten you, making you sure you kept quiet. You never understood what you could’ve done for him to treat you this way. “W-why do you hurt me?”. You asked that question often, but all he ever said was, “Because I want to”.

No matter how close you were with Yuta, you knew you would never have the courage to tell him. He was your safe space, a person that made you smile, and a shoulder to cry on. “He would be heartbroken hearing about this”. You always put on a smile around him, although some days you were in pain or depressed about your situation. No one could make you feel better than Yuta. Maybe that’s why you have feelings for him? “Are you ready to have fun with me tomorrow”, Yuta asked, walking you back to your dorm. “Of course I am”, you blushed. Seeing your face turn red, Yuta blushed as well. “D-did you pick a time for us to meet? I was thinking we could go out to eat first”, the man asked. Dinner with your crush? You were flustered, “Um…h-how about…7?”, you suggested. Yuta agreed to it. 

Once you reached your dorm, you hugged Yuta goodbye. “I’ll see you tomorrow”, you said. Before you could walk off, Yuta grabbed you by the arm, pulling you in. “What-”, he cut you off, smashing his lips onto yours. “How was that?”, he asked, shocked by his boldness. You blinked a few times as he left you speechless. “Did you not like it?”, he wondered. You shook your head. “N-No…I loved it”. You quickly pecked his lips, walking off. “See you tomorrow!”, you shouted. 

Opening the main entrance to your dorm, you ran into your bully. The two of you looked at each other in silence. “W-what are you doing here?”, you asked. Megumi continued to stare at you. He was furious, but didn’t show it. “Do you like him?”, he asked. You looked at him confused, “Who?”. He sucked his teeth, getting up. “You know who”, he said. “Do you like him…Yuta?”. You nod, “Y-yes, why?”. Megumi stood in front of you, staring into your eyes. He didn’t say anything…just looked. “What do you want?”, you questioned. He ignored your question, walking out of the building. You looked back at him, wondering what that was. “At least he didn’t hurt me”, you said. 

❤~The Next Day~❤

You spent the entire evening getting yourself ready to go out with Yuta. “I have to look my best”, you said looking into your closet for something cute to wear. “This will do”. You picked out a cute black skirt that was knee high. Then you chose a pink long sleeve with ribbons on it. You were so excited that it was hard to contain your happiness. “I can’t believe he kissed me”, you blushed. Having Yuta as your first kiss was a dream come true. “I’m glad he likes me back. Maybe he’ll ask me out”. You daydreamed about the two of you being together. A dream with just love and security…and no Megumi. Definitely no Megumi. You couldn’t help but think about the awkward run in you had with him yesterday. “What was his problem?”. You shook it off, focusing on getting ready. “Nothing will stand in the way of my happiness tonight”. 

Meanwhile Megumi was in his apartment, sitting on the couch.  He stared blankly at the TV which wasn’t even on. “She likes him”, he said. The man saw everything that happened between you and Yuta. “They kissed”. He was in his feelings. “She belongs to me”. Megumi loved you. But how could that be? He clenched his fists at the idea of you dating someone other than him. He wanted you. You were his and his only. It didn’t matter that all he does is hurt you. “She’s mine”. He got up from the couch, grabbing his keys. He decided it would be best to go for a nightly stroll to clear his head. 

❤~6:30pm~❤

You checked yourself in the mirror. “I look so cute”, you smiled. You applied some makeup to your face, adding any finishing touches to it. “Ok…done”. You grabbed your purse and phone, sending a text to Yuta that you’re on the way. You exited your room, heading down stairs. The moment you got to the main entrance, you saw Megumi standing there. It was like he was waiting for something…or someone. You slowly opened the door, wondering why he was there. “Megumi? W-why are you here?”. He took a step close to you, staring. “What do you-”, before you could finish, he slapped you. “Ow”. You rubbed your cheek, looking at him with tearful eyes. “Come with me”, he said. You shook your head, “I can’t I-”. He hit you again. “Come with me”, he repeated. Your cheek began to bruise. You held your face, looking down at the floor. Megumi watched you cry, feeling nothing. He stepped closer to you, grabbing your face. “When your boyfriend tells you to do something you do it”, he said.

You looked at him confused. “B-boyfriend?”, you paused. “We’re not even dating”. He grabbed your wrists, dragging you along with him. “Let's go”. You stumbled, trying to catch up with him. “Please let go of me”, you begged, attempting to pull your arm away from him. He gripped you tighter, digging his nails into your skin. You knew you were powerless against him, so you had no other choice but to follow him. He took you across campus to the apartments that were beside the university. “I hope he doesn’t beat me badly this time”, you hoped. Once he approached his front door, he opened it, pushing you inside. 

You jumped when his dogs began to bark at you. “Ignore them”, he said, guiding you to his bedroom. He ordered you to sit on the bed as he closed the door behind him. “Can we make this quick? I-I have somewhere important to be”, you stated. You took out your phone, looking at the time.”Give me your phone”, Megumi demanded. You didn’t want to. “Why?”, you asked. He walked up to you, snatching it out of your hand. “H-hey, come-”. He slapped you again, making the bruise even worse. “Please stop hitting me”, you begged. Megumi ignored you, unlocking your phone. “You think it’s ok to cheat on me?”, he said. The man kept confusing you. “Cheat? What are you talking about?”. Megumi scoffed, “You know exactly what I’m talking about”.

He was beyond delusional at this point. “I saw what you and Yuta did!”. You can see the anger in his eyes as he was starting to lose his composure. “He kissed you and-”, Megumi was cut off. A text from Yuta came through. “What does he mean “Are you still coming?”, the man asked. “W-we were supposed to hang out tonight”, you said. Megumi bawled his fists. “What!”. He grabbed you by the neck, pinning you on the bed. He choked you as he spewed nonsense about you belonging to him. You clawed at his hands, trying desperately to get him to unhand you. “S-stop”, you begged. His grip became harder. Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head. Your body continued to fight back, but the longer he choked you…your limbs grew weak. “Damnit!”, Megumi shouted as he let go. You gasped for air as he got off you.

Megumi reached for your phone, unlocking it again. “Guess I’ll  have to show you AND him who you belong to”. He went to your camera, pressing record. He set the device on his dresser, making sure it was facing the bed. As he approached you, you noticed he was taking off his clothes. You tried to sit up, but he pushed you back down. His hands took hold of your skirt, pulling it off along with your panties. You tried to stop him but he smacked your hand away. “Keep fighting and I’ll make it worse”, he warned. You didn’t want to take that chance, so you compiled. Megumi pried your legs open, spitting on your pussy, before shoving his full length in. You cried out in pain, feeling him thrust hard. “Shut up and take it”, he said. He groaned at how tight you were. It was painful, you never thought that your first time would be like this. 

He lifted up your shirt, exposing your jiggling breasts. He grabbed them, squeezing hard. “Megumi…please”, you sobbed. Megumi ignored you, continuing to do as he pleased. “Fuck”, he moaned, going harder. You couldn’t stop clenching around him. Your tight walls milked his cock, making the man blush. He leaned into your face, holding it still as he kissed you. You cried into his mouth as he forcefully stuck his tongue inside. The phone was still recording, catching everything that Megumi was doing to you. He pulled away from your mouth, looking back at the device, grinning. “Perfect”, he whispered. He drew his attention back to you, staring at your tearful face. “Don’t act like you don’t like it”, he said. “You’re supposed to love your boyfriend’s cock inside you”. 

Megumi stopped, flipping you over on your stomach. He lubed your ass up with spit, rubbing his dick against your anus. “Are you done?”, you asked. “I can’t take anymore”. He grabbed your hair, yanking your head back. Your body was pressed against his chest as he whispered into your ear. “You’ll take whatever I give you”. He pushed you back down, thrusting hard into your ass. You were shocked by how much it hurt. Your cries grew louder. Megumi dug his nails into your waist, holding it for support. “St-stop”, you whimpered. It didn’t take long for your voice to die down. Your vision blurred as you started to pass out. “About time you shut the fuck up”, Megumi said. 

❤~Hours Later~❤

You woke up, lying naked beside your bully. He was sound asleep with his arm wrapped around you. You slowly got up, trying not to make a sound. It was hard to move. You can tell he did more after you lost consciousness. “I know Yuta is disappointed in me”, you said. As you got dressed, you looked for your phone, grabbing it off Megumi’s nightstand. “What the hell?”, you stared at you and Yuta’s messages. He blew up your phone, making you wonder why. As you scrolled up more, your heart dropped. Megumi sent the video to him. “W-why would he do that?”. He edited the video to when you had passed out. He made it look like the two of you were having sex. You cried silently as you grabbed your purse to leave. 

“I’m guessing you saw the video”, Megumi woke up, hearing you sniffle. You looked back at him, asking him why he did that. “Because I love you…”, he got up from the bed, walking over to you. His hand reached out, caressing your face. “You think I want to see you happy with someone else”. He wiped away your tears, taking the phone out of your hand. “Looks like my plan worked”, he read the messages, feeling proud of himself. “You’re an asshole”, you said, snatching your phone out of his hands. Megumi laughed at you. He didn’t care that he ruined your chance with Yuta. All that mattered was that you were his. “Don’t be mad, sweetheart. You’ll grow to love me soon enough”.

[cyberg4n]

✧ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄

paring: earth42!miles x fem!reader

content: friends to lovers trope, slight underage drinking, fluff, not proofread oops

a/n: i’m finally going on vacationnn ahhh!! so i made this for the fourth of july 🙏

summary: miles takes you up to the rooftop to watch the fireworks.

you scroll through your instagram feed, clicking on one of your friends lives of them partying with her friends. you groan, realizing everyone is out enjoying their night while your sitting alone in bed binge watching netflix shows. you close out of the live, looking back over at your laptop screen. you sit up, reaching over to your bedside table for your drink. as you take a sip, you hear a ping from your phone. you open the message, it’s from miles.

“come up to the rooftop. i wanna show you sum.”

you groan, sitting up, rushing to grab your jacket. you lace up your shoes, locking the door behind you. you walk up the the flight of stairs, shoving your hands in your pockets. once you make it up to the top, you swing open the door, scanning the rooftop for him. you shudder slightly at the cool breeze, “miles?” you yell out, all of the sudden — you feel a pair of hands settle on your shoulders, “boo.” you yelp, jumping. you turn around, a frown on your face. miles laughs, arms crossed. “you should’ve seen your face, fuck, that was priceless.” you roll your eyes. “haha.” you mutter sarcastically. he grins, walking past you. “why’d you invite me up here?” you ask, following him. he turns around, squinting his eyes. “really? it’s the fourth of july.” you nod, “and?”

he walks over near the edge of the roof, he sits on the ground, crossing his legs. you look down, a blanket thrown under the ground, and some pillows. you raise a brow, laughing. you sit down next to him, “what’s this, you finally decide to take me out on a date?” you ask jokingly. “ah, yes. i’ve been meaning to do this forever, cariño.” you giggle, tugging his blanket over your lap. “nah, i just wanted you to watch the fireworks with me.” right after he said that, the fireworks finally started, illuminating the sky with several bright colors. you stare up at the sky, mesmerized. miles reaches over behind him, two wrapped plates in his hands. he sets the plate down between the two of you, unwrapping them.

“oh god, what is it now?” your eyes widen when you see burgers and fries. you look at him, confused. “i always come prepared.” he says. you laugh, stuffing the burger in your mouth — it was still warm. as you both eat in silence, just enjoying the fireworks, miles sets his burger down. turning back to the side before handing you a beer. you look up at him, a funny expression on your face — but you take it anyway. he smiles, opening his beer, “how’s your mom gonna feel about you drinking underaged, huh?” you tease, he gulps down his beer, side eyeing you. you raise your hands up, “i’m kidding,” his shoulders relax, rolling his eyes. you both pause for a minute, admiring the bursts of color in the sky. “how come you aren’t hanging out with your friends though? i always see you around them.”

you turn to look at him, shrugging. “their just so extra sometimes, you know? i mean they always wanna go out, partying — or whatever bullshit they do.” he hums in agreement, “like, chloe, she went live earlier and she was partying, drinking, probably doing weed or something.” you sigh, fidgeting with the side of the blanket. “i’d just rather enjoy hanging out in a more calm setting, like this.” you hug your legs up to your chest, listening to the pop of the fireworks. “is that why you’re always clinging onto me? cause i’m a calm person to be around?” he asks, you don’t even have to look at him to know he has a smug look on his face. you roll your eyes, slightly nodding. “partially. but also i just really like being with you.” you pause, realizing how weird that had sounded.

you turn slightly, watching as the colors from the fireworks bounce off his face. you study his side profile, noticing how beautiful he truly is. for a moment, you lose yourself — thinking about him holding you, walking you home, kissing you, holding hands with you. those thoughts instantly disappear as soon as he catches you staring. he laughs, a beautiful and serene laugh. “you like me or something?” you groan, shoving him slightly with your hand. “don’t get ahead of yourself.” you mumble, trying to cover the flush creeping up on your face. miles leans back on the pillows, resting his arms on his knees. he plays around with the ring on his finger, the one you had given him on his birthday.

as the both of you watch the sky, the air feels warmer, almost suffocating you. you slide off your jacket, leaning back with him. he glances over at your skin, wishing he could reach over and just hug you. there’s a knot in his stomach — and it’s been there ever since he’s met you. “it’s so pretty,” he turns, realizing you’re talking about the fireworks. he looks up, noticing a few stars littering the sky behind the fireworks. “yeah,” he breathes out. miles puts his hand down, feeling your fingertips slightly brushing against his hand. there’s a fuzzy feeling lingering in the air, and you both feel it.

miles scoots closer to you, filling the space between you. you notice him getting close, but you don’t say anything. he touches your hand with his finger, waiting for you to reciprocate. you look down at his hand, letting him lace his fingers into yours. he holds your hand, a slight smile on his face. time seems to stand still as you both sit and enjoy the bursts of fireworks above, painting the sky. you’re wondering what his sudden warmth towards you is about, it’s not really normal for him to just hold your hand out of the blue — but you don’t mind. miles feels a hot feeling spread throughout him, his heart beats so loudly to the point where he thinks you can hear it. miles realizes that the fireworks are about to end, but he still hasn’t told you the thing that’s been pulling on him.

he glances at you, anxiously biting on his bottom lip. “you’re really beautiful, you know that?” you turn, mouth agape. you thought he was being sarcastic for a moment, but you notices the way he’s looking down at your hand, playing with your fingers. you blink, inching closer to him. he stares at you, his eyes shimmering from the sky. “you think so?” you ask. he scans your facial features, soaking in how gorgeous you are under the stars. he nods, a small smile on his face. your gaze locks into his. your eyes falter from his eyes down to his lips. when he notices where you’re staring, he chuckles softly, causing you to look away. his hand finds his way to your face, turning your head to look back at him. his eyes are filled with adoration, his expression softens just looking at you.

“you mean so much to me,” his voice is full of vulnerability, something he usually refuses to show. “and i like being around you too.” his voice is almost a whisper. you look at him, dazed. you gulp, realizing you’re about to slip up, “miles,” you start, he stares at you — waiting for you to finish your sentence. before you say anything, you lean over to kiss his cheek. “i really love you.” you mutter. you cover your mouth with your hand, slightly embarrassed. he grins widely, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “i’m glad you feel the same way, hermosa.” you lean your head against his shoulder. miles kisses the crown of your head, resting his head atop of yours as you watch the last fireworks fade out.

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[artinvain]

abby helps section your hair, massage your shoulders when you get tired, sometimes she helps with a specific knot or braid while you binge watch your favourite series all day. but her favourite part of it is after you come out of shower, skin exfoliated — watching as you rub coconut oil from head to toe before wrapping your hair up. she loves watching you crawl onto the bed, collapsing on her warm body. “need me baby?” “yeah, please abs-“

and she does, turns you into your back and eats you out until you’re pushing her head away. your head wrap nearly coming off with the sheer force as she bounces you on her cock <33

[tokiwarcube]

Hi!! I've been binging your writing, and I love the way you write for all the boys! Could we get something about doing their corpsepaint before a show? Headcanons or drabble, either is good <3 thanks! <3

Oh, yes!! I've been wanting to write something like this for a while -- below the cut! (And thank you so much!! <3)

Nathan Explosion

Nathan has a very specific way of doing things — every piece has to be in its proper place before things can proceed. His perfectionist nature has mostly applied to the music side of things — whether it be through nature or prophecy, he’s never really been able to tell — but that’s not to say that the actual performance is just cobbled together. No; if anything, he’s just as particular about the shows themselves. And corpsepaint is just another piece of it all. Nathan letting you do his paint is quite the sign of trust — a handing over of the reigns. A form of vulnerability, loathe as he is to admit it.

You didn’t think it was possible for his voice to get any deeper than it already is, but as he averts his eyes and mumbles some half-baked response to your mindless prattling, you’re sure you can feel the room shake. He swallows, evidently flustered under your gaze. That fire is only stoked by your gentle touch — the gentle caress of sponge on skin, the tilting of his jaw, the swiping of stray strands… it’s intimate in a way it shouldn’t be, and despite the fact that he can hear his heart pounding in his ears, he’s soaking up every moment of it. He does his best to make small talk, so as not to give away his fluster, but it’s deeply obvious to anyone walking by just how smitten he is with you.

Pickles the Drummer

Pickles has very fond memories of doing his makeup in gas station bathrooms as a teenager and young adult, despite the insults and slurs hurled his way. The glittery makeup of his youth — loud, proud, and very “fuck you” in nature — was truly an artform. Intricate, yet slapped together at the same time. So similar and yet so different from the black and white image of him today. He’s at a perfect middle ground with his paint — it’s a quick, five-minute ordeal for him that despite being thrown on haphazardly, always comes out just as its meant to. Because that’s what makes it good — he doesn’t overthink it. He just does it. So when you offer to do it for him, he’s completely game. You can’t really fuck it up, and even if you managed to, it’s not like it takes long to fix.

He can’t say he’s not enamored with how sweet you are to him, though. And sure, you certainly take a lot longer than he does, but he can’t find it in himself to complain. Not when you look at him so softly, sharing the same breath as you lean in to fix a smudge. He’s as chatty as usual, but don’t let that distract you — he is eating up your attention, and rest assured, he’ll be coming back to you for every show. He smiles, lips darting nervously between his lips, and revels in your lighthearted scolding as you go back over the microcosm he managed to rub away. If you call him out for doing it intentionally, he won’t deny it… but he probably won’t stop, either. Can you blame him, when you keep feeding the beast?

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Skwisgaar is nothing if not a perfectionist — even with the splotchy nature of Dethklok’s corpsepaint, there always seems to be something wrong with it… unless you’re doing it, of course. The first time you do his paint for him — after a lot of begging on your own end — he’s laying on the charm thick. He’s as much of a flirt as he is a diva, really. But once he realizes how gentle you’re being? How rapt your attention is, with no ulterior motives? He’s suddenly very quiet… and very thankful for the thick layer of paint over his cheeks. After that first time, he withdraws for a little while. He doesn’t mention the incident again, and he doesn’t take up your offer to do it for him anymore. But you notice that when he’s laying the paint on, his eyes bounce over to you more and more often. And then one day, he just… hands the materials over to you before a show. And from then on it becomes a little routine — he doesn’t let anybody else but you do it. He loosens up a bit more then, starts chatting like usual again… but sometimes you’ll notice his ears get a bit red before you paint over them.

“None of these dildos knows what they ams doings, and I amnst going to damage my hands doings this stupids paintings.”

Toki Wartooth

Toki is infuriatingly smooth by pure virtue of the fact that he’s just so… genuine. He’s been doing his own corpsepaint since he was old enough to buy the materials, but after Dethklok went big, he just hasn’t had to. It can be a bit of a struggle wrangling him before a show, and makeup and costuming is just another piece of that rodeo — so, why not take that part on yourself?

“Yous hands ams so soft.”

“You ams have very pretty eyes.”

“Ams you still coming out for drinks afters this?”

His mouth seems to run at a million miles an hour, and you feel yourself start to flush at his unwavering attention. Suffice to say, Toki always asks you to do his paint for him.

William Murderface

For William, the corpsepaint is just some gimmick that really, he doesn’t give too much of a fuck about. He’s picky about his sense of style, and the corpsepaint never really fit into that for him — it’s just a quick paint-and-go type deal. Maybe there’s a half-filled smudge on his cheek, maybe he didn’t get all the way around his eyes — he doesn’t really care. So when you ask to do his paint, he’s a bit confused — maybe even insulted. He doesn’t really give it his all, but it can’t be that bad, can it? He’s a little fractious at first, but be patient enough, and you can get him in a chair. Maybe not without a few self-preserving, defensive comments, but he shuts up real quick when he feels your hand on his face. Tilting him so gently this way and that, brushing the curls out of his face to keep the paint from soaking the strands, dragging your thumb across the right areas to make little smudges… It almost feels like a prank, like someone is going to jump out at any minute and ridicule him for being soft. He thinks he’d deserve it, with how starry-eyed he feels. He whips between your normal conversation and probing questions — have you done this before? This isn’t weird for you? It’s fast enough to give you whiplash, but frankly, you know him well enough by now — a bit of patience goes a long way, and soon enough, he’ll be coming back to have you do it again, and again, and again.

[maliland]

CORNELIA STREET

"i'm so terrified of if you ever walk away, i'd never walk cornelia street again."

barbie(s): e-42 miles morales & black fem reader

includes: angst

synopsis: following your breakup, you and miles meet up one last time to finish packing up the apartment you formerly shared.

wc: 3559

divider credz: @/bunnysrph a/n: i'm happy y'all liked my last fic!!! this fic is a one n done, so no second part. idek what fluff is 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ they’re sayin angst is good for the soul. i proof read this time, but i can't promise that there aren't any mistakes. enjoy! <3

teary-eyed, you sealed off the last box. it felt like that alone solidified everything, and the harsh reality would soon settle in: after today, you would never see miles morales again.

the bedroom you were in was dimly lit by the single lamp you had plugged in earlier because the clouds were a reflection of your mood, gloomy and dark. you felt a bead of deep sorrow roll down the right side of your face and hastily swiped it away. you sniffled, and you hated how the sound bounced off the walls that were now covered in nothing but the paint, as if they were taunting you. 

you glanced around the relatively dark and empty room. though the space was now vacant, those four walls held the sacred exchanges and cherished memories that you and miles shared within them. you’d rather forget every single one, good or bad. 

you wanted to forget all of the netflix shows you and miles binged in bed, or the mario kart you’d somehow always beat him at. you wanted to forget the late nights that you spent tending to his wounds, or consoling him when he was missing his father more than usual. you wanted to wipe your mind clean of each and every thought that involved your ex-boyfriend and lock them in a box. every one of your thoughts was miles. your head would forever be silent, but you were okay with that. you craved peace of mind more than anything else.

you stared at the box for a moment before you slid your fingers into the makeshift handles that were cut out on either side and stood up. you tried to make your face look as neutral as possible as you made your way to the living room. while you sauntered down the hallway with heavy footsteps, the wood beneath your feet squealed and creaked. you found yourself expecting to be met with the familiar picture frames of you and miles that usually hung from the wall, but you weren’t. 

you mentally beat yourself up for even hoping for such a thing. it’s been two months since you two broke up. you should be focused on finishing up the move anyway, not reminiscing over what would never be.

in the living room, miles was taping up all of the bigger boxes. some were his, while others were yours. he insisted on doing most, if not all of the heavy lifting. you were in no mood to argue about it, so you just let him. you walked past miles without saying anything, setting the last one of your boxes from the bedroom by the front door. you then made your way to the kitchen where your water bottle was sitting on the counter next to a box of pizza that you hadn’t seen before.

“i didn’t know you ordered food,” you said, opening the box and waiting for miles to respond before you took a piece, just in case he didn’t want you to. the pizza appeared to be untouched. you took a few sips from your water bottle and pursed your lips, swallowing hard. every interaction with miles was an awkward one.

“yeah,” he stood up and turned to face you. “it got here, like, five minutes ago. you can take some if you’re hungry.”

you capped your water bottle. “i think i’ll just take some home.”

“that’s fine,” he retorted flatly. he almost immediately went back to taping up boxes. 

you placed your water bottle back down on the counter and tapped your index fingers against the surface of the counter rhythmically before clearing your throat. you only declined eating right then because you knew water was the only thing you could keep down, and even that was threatening to make an escape.

“thanks, by the way.”

“it’s nothing,” miles was silent for a few beats. you watched him carefully, silently yearning for the boy you missed tremendously. he cut off a long strip of tape from the roll and pressed it against one of the boxes. “aight, let’s take all of these to the u-haul trucks. i’ll put your heavier boxes inside for you. we can just put the smaller boxes in our cars.”

you nodded and joined miles in the living room once again. over a span of forty minutes, you moved boxes from the living room to the u-haul truck. all you could think about while you did was how just three years ago, you and miles were moving boxes into the apartment. it happened to work out because your universities aren’t far from each other. you remember being so excited that you could barely even focus on moving any of the boxes. you were so convinced that miles was the one, and that the cozy apartment that you’d made yours to share was one of the many estates that you’d share in the future. push came to shove and your dream was unfortunately cut short. you’d have to find something else to fantasize about.

“you need any help moving furniture into your new place?”

“oh, no,” you smiled awkwardly. “i already have a few of my friends helping me out, so i’ll be good. thank you, though.”

miles hummed in acknowledgment and went back inside. for a moment, you stared at the front door and watched it close. you blinked a few times then shook your head, redirecting your focus back to putting the last few boxes in your car. you strolled over to your trunk and put the box down on the curb beside your tire and all of the other boxes so you could open it. 

loading the remainder of the smaller boxes took maybe six minutes. by the time you closed the trunk, miles was back outside, loading his own boxes into his own car. you fought the urge to watch him as he did. you knew that’d be ridiculous.

you reminded yourself that you were the one who initiated the breakup, not miles.

when you found out about miles being the prowler, you were both still in high school. he made it seem like a temporary job. you sympathized with him because you knew him and his mama needed money, but you were always on the edge regardless. you would lie awake at night, anxiously waiting by your phone for that text message that confirmed your boyfriend’s safety. some nights you only had to stay up until ten, while others robbed you of sleep completely. 

miles would often miss class, dinners with you and rio, or your dates due to prowler business. you were always covering for him when it came to his mom asking if you knew where he was, and you hated having to lie to her. miles had explained to you that what he does wasn’t something he could just quit like a normal job, because his job wasn't normal. despite your iffy feelings about it, you brushed it off and kept it pushing. 

the hope and the lie that this wouldn’t go on forever was the only thing keeping you going.

soon enough, college finally rolled around and you two rented your first apartment on cornelia street. being with him each and every day made you realize something; you were starting to understand that miles didn’t have any intention to retire the mask.

things started to get serious. miles would not only come home late, but injured. he’d climb through the window to your shared bedroom with cuts, grazes, and sometimes deep stab wounds. you couldn’t keep staying up until the early hours of the morning playing nurse after wasting away time wondering if miles was going to come home or not.

the night he returned to you after not coming back for two whole days was the same night you called it quits. you had been getting less and less of what you needed, and instead, growing increasingly stressed. as much as you loved miles, you didn’t want to live in fear for the rest of your life. you sat him down and explained that as you tended to his severe wounds. maybe you should’ve waited, but you were beyond angry.

though you were firm in your decision, that didn’t make it hurt any less. it almost hurt more because you were the one that did it. there was nobody else to blame because you were the one who had given up, at least that’s how you saw it.

“hey,” miles approached you. “i’m gonna head out now. you got everything?”

“yeah,” you replied, looking back at your car behind you, then up at the sky. “i’m actually about to leave too.”

“cool, cool,” he nodded. “i’ll see you around.”

“see you,” you waved gently as miles turned away. after one left to right, you put your hand down.

part of you expected more to come out of your last goodbye when in reality, there was nothing more to expect.

you didn’t stick around to torture yourself by watching miles leave. instead, you wound up in the living room of the apartment again. the emptiness of the room was daunting. you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that starting tomorrow, the apartment wasn’t yours and miles’ anymore. someone else’s name would soon be on that lease. if they were anything like you and miles were, there’d be two more names on the lease. two more sets of memories to be made in every single room.

maybe they’ll bake snickerdoodles at three in the morning like you and miles did, or go on christmas movie marathons when halloween hadn't even passed yet. maybe they'd match halloween costumes when it finally arrived. maybe they'd go to carnivals and hang the strip of pictures from the photo booth on the wall. 

hopefully they wouldn't end up like you two.

❤︎₊ ⊹

about an hour later, you finally found it in yourself to leave. your u-haul truck was probably at your new place by now. your friends were coming over to help you unpack, and you still had to turn in your key to the landlord. on your way out, you noticed that the box of pizza from earlier was still on the counter. you went over to the kitchen and opened it to find that the pizza was still untouched. it's rare that miles ever forgets things. he had to have left it for you.

you closed the pizza box and left through the front door. for the last time, you locked it. you carried the box to your car and placed it in the passenger seat. when you closed the door, you got a sinking feeling in your stomach because you knew you'd never drive back there again. you didn't ponder on it for long before your eyes widened. you remembered you'd left a box in the guest room. you'd always been the more forgetful one, after all. you dashed back to the front door and quickly unlocked it. you hurriedly made your way to the room and sighed in relief when your eyes landed on what you were looking for. you picked up the box and groaned in annoyance when you realized it was a heavier one. complaining would only make the process longer, so you sucked it up and brought the box outside to your car.

suddenly, you felt something wet on your face and your eyebrows knitted together. you glanced up at the sky, now noticing that the clouds appeared darker, and the smell of rain was more prevalent than it was before.

“it’s not supposed to rain until six,” you thought, wiping the tiny drop of rain on your face with your sleeve.

by time time you'd managed to fit your box in the trunk with all of the others, the rain was pouring at an increasingly fast pace, drenching your phone, your outfit, and more importantly, your freshly braided hair. you pursed your lips and slowly closed your eyes. a desperate attempt to search for the patience to keep it together was made, but you broke down, weeping in agony instead. you’d suffocated your desolation deep in your being for far too long, and it wanted out. you had only kept it in because you didn’t think you needed to cry over miles as much as your body wanted you to. you figured that since your breakup was final and beneficial for the both of you, there was no reason to dwell on it. you preferred to let your sanity dwindle. even when sadness engulfed you the most, you refused to provide it with an outlet. the lumps in your throat that you had always swallowed felt like rocks, and your eyes had grown tired of you dismissing your tears back into your eye sockets with rapid blinking movements.

you wanted nothing to do with the breakup in general. you really despised the look your loved ones gave you every time you had to break the news of your failed relationship to them. most people would appreciate the pity and constant check-ins, but you deplored them. you only wanted to feel normal again. it was already bad enough that you couldn't feel whole without miles. you didn’t need people to remind you of that. 

you stood there on the curb stiffly, letting the drops of rain mask your tears as they fell. you felt lost right outside of what used to be your home. if your friends weren’t back at your new place awaiting your arrival, you probably would’ve stayed in that same spot for a little while longer. collecting yourself would take a minute, though.

you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie, your mascara staining the fabric black as a result. you closed your eyes and breathed out, preparing to bury your feelings deep once again and walk to your car until you noticed there wasn’t rain soaking into your scalp or running down your face anymore. looking down at your feet, you could still see raindrops bouncing off of the ground. when you raised your head, you were greeted with a black umbrella towering over you. you reluctantly turned around to see none other than miles standing there before you, his grip firm on the handle of the umbrella.

even if miles didn't show it in his expression, you knew you looked a mess. you didn't need a mirror to know that your edges had lifted. your neat, spiraled swoops were now untamed strands that were just barely sticking to your head. the rainwater weighing the flyaways down was the closest thing you were getting to a hold. that wasn't the only part of your appearance that was in disarray. due to the profuse tears you'd just been crying, there were streams of mascara trailing down either side of your cheeks. you wiped them away and sniffled. to top it all off, your sweatshirt and your favorite pleated jean skirt were both doused in water. you really didn’t want miles to see how messed up you truly were over his absence. you began to fidget with the bracelet around your wrist, opting to feign your normal expression like everything was okay. it's not like miles could tell you were crying anyway. the rain may have fucked you over before, but it was doing you a service now.

“did you leave your pizza?” you asked. "it's in my car."

“i forgot my jacket inside of the apartment,” miles held it up in his other arm.

“oh,” you nodded, avoiding eye contact at all costs. it’s what you did every time you spoke now. you entered each room multiple times before you left. you hadn't seen his jacket anywhere. “well, i was actually just about to go.”

“you were standing idly in the rain,” miles retorted. his eyebrows lowered in a mix of both worry and confusion. 

“well, i—“

“you hate getting your hair wet, especially when you just got it done,” he interrupted you. “you also said you were about to leave back when i was leaving.”

your mouth hung open for about three seconds before you closed it. you had completely forgotten what you were going to say before miles cut you off. you didn’t even expect him to notice that you’d gotten your hair done. miles always had been attentive to you, but you expected him to pay little to no attention to you now.

“i did say that,” you confirmed, rubbing your thumbs against each other as a release for your nervousness. “but obviously i haven’t left.”

“why’s that?” miles angled his head. he was peering into your face like he was determined to uncover an answer without you having to utter a word. it made you nervous. “you need help with something else?”

“no, miles,” you exhaled, the never-ending interrogation making you restless. you somewhat felt like you were in high school again. for a split second, you were thrown back to the days when you first started crushing on miles. “i lived here for a while. i’m just gonna miss this place, that’s all.”

miles noticed that you were dodging his eyes. he clocked it from the start, actually. the very start. you haven’t looked him in the eyes since the night you ended things. he pressed his lips together and closed his eyes, sighing deeply before opening them again.

“[name], i owe you an apology,” he says lowly. “i know you hate what i do. i knew i wasn’t gonna stop any time soon and i shouldn’t have made it seem like i was going to, but you have to understand, mama, i’m in too deep. i don’t know if i can ever lead a normal life now.”

you continued to look down, your gaze fixed on the rain droplets that were splashing on the concrete instead. your mind doesn’t offer you any commentary, nor does it offer you solace. you’ve imagined this conversation a million times in your head. you’ve had this conversation a million times out loud. it ends the same way each time: with tears and a heavy heart, as well as the certitude that the same subject of whether or not miles would come home and decide he's had enough of making you worry, would be revisited in a curt amount of time. 

you thought this unbearable cycle would end when your relationship with miles did, but parting ways never did free you from the harrowing thoughts that occupied your feeble mind.

this had to be the last variation of that same dreadful conversation.

“it’s better this way. i don’t ever want to put you in danger. i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you because of me—if you got hurt...” miles' voice trailed off.

you understood everything he was telling you. you always had. it wasn’t a difficult concept to grasp. again, it didn’t make the circumstances maim your heart any less. 

and miles would never truly get it. 

“you already hurt me, miles,” you finally look the boy in the eyes without even meaning to. “you’re gonna get yourself killed. you’re skilled, but you’re also lucky. really lucky. i don’t want your luck to run out. i hope you find a way to save yourself... to make a life for yourself without having to get your hands bloody.”

"me too," he replied after a couple of beats. 

still, he never would.

miles pushed the hand that had a grip on the handle of the umbrella forward, urging you to take it. your fingers brushed against each other as you reluctantly retrieved the handle from him. 

you wondered if there was something you should say…

do you ask to keep in contact? do you ask if you can still call him? do you ask if you can still visit? do you ask if you can still join him and his mama for dinner? do you tell him you still love him? do you ask for one more hug? do you ask for one more kiss?

do you ask if he’ll always love you?

miles’ hand dropped by his side, soon finding their way into the pockets of his basketball shorts. "take care of yourself, [name]."

that was it.

you were unable to think of something fast enough, so you stood paralyzed and watched miles jog back to his car. you didn’t feel even an ounce of shame as you watched your first love leave for the last time, your plans and your pre-determined future departing along with him. 

you knew that if it wasn’t for luck, you would never see the boy you loved so intensely ever again. if you ever did, you’d have to cope with the fact that his love for you would’ve more than likely faded to nothing but a memory stored deep in his mind, much like the thoughts of him that you longed to lock away. you really hated that things had to end the way they did, but no matter how much you loathed the veracity, miles would always be the prowler. there wasn’t any force or any drive—anything or anyone in that world that could make him stop. 

not even you.

one last time, you turned to face the place that served you well. it wasn’t you and miles’ apartment on cornelia street anymore, but it would forever hold the love you shared inside of it. at the end of the day, you knew that the walls that resided inside the building had seen generations of love in a multitude of forms. 

in regards to love, you knew that they would never cease to remember you and miles morales.

[toptierteaser]

A Fat Party Predicament

What? You thought we invited you to here because we thought you were cool? That's funny, fatty! We invited you to the party because everyone has noticed how much weight you've put on! You used to look so handsome and fit! And yeah, you're still 'cute,' but sort of in the same way a piglet or a bear cub is 'cute...'

Nah, the REAL reason we invited you to this party, fatboy, is because the guys and I want to see how you react to your recent weight gain. Those extra...what...fifty, seventy-five, one hundred pounds of additional blubber? Haha, well, we noticed your binge eating and the effects it's been having...and we wanted to test out the results!

Don't worry, you're not alone! See that fat fuck stuck in the window? Haha! See how the guys are playing beer pong by bouncing the ping pong balls off of his fat ass! Haha! Hear how he's whimpering?

Or that guy on the table everyone is taking belly-button shots out of! They're going to get plastered, seeing as his belly button has gotten SOOO much deeper! Wow! Just look at him wriggle! See how embarrassed he is?

Or the dozen chubby fatboys who we made come here just to serve at the party! Wasn't it a nice touch, making them wear their old tuxes and suits? Haha, the way they BURST out of them! See, his zipper doesn't even CLOSE anymore! Lol! And look at HIM! Those buttons are ready to BURST! And you can see HIS belly through the jacket AND the shirt! Haha! It's so funny watching their fat, flustered faces as we make them bounce around, doing our bidding! Bringing us drinks and food! They just think they're being sneaky little piggies...but we've noticed they've been sneaking food! It's only a matter of time before they bust completely!

See, it's happened to PLENTY of guys, fatass! Just a shame it had to happen to you too! Haha!

Oh, you? What do we have in store for you...well, I definitely don't want to spoil the surprise, fatty...

Why don't you enjoy yourself for the time being. Grab a drink...have some food--I know you wanna! Go see the sites! Explore...Haha, there's chubby-fuck twister downstairs! And we have some of the fatboys doing Just Dance in their undies, so we can watch their asses jiggle! Haha, oh and there's a competition later where we'll make you piggies sit on the washing machine to see how badly your tits bounce! Haha!

I can see the mystery and anticipation of your fate tonight has gotten you all riled up...not to worry...that's what binge eating was invented for...to calm your nerves and drown out those pesky thoughts of yours...now go on and stuff yourself! We'll want you nice and PLUMP for our initiation ceremony, fatboy!

Or, if you choose...you can try to waddle your fat ass off and go stuff your face in your room...but why would you? That's a lot of walking for you, blubber buns and with the way your thighs have been rubbing lately, and the distance it is from the house back to town...not to mention how many of your favorite foods we have here for you tonight...you and I both know you won't be wobbling your way back home ANY time soon!

Now, enjoy the party, fat cakes...while you can...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 39

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: more of our lovely dovely.

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The message pops up just as you're stuck in a whirlwind. All day you’ve been twitching in anxiety. Or anticipation? You wouldn’t say you’re excited but you should be, right?

Andy’s text is simple. ‘I hope you’re ready’.

Are you?

You haven’t forgotten the conversation. Not his Friday surprise or his rejection. You’re still bitter about his response to Amber, though you know you shouldn’t be. He didn’t say no, but he didn’t say yes either. Still, this is his house.

Maybe you could go to Amber?

That thought quickly flits away as another message bings on the tablet. ‘Turning the corner’.

Shoot. You send a thumbs up and close the tablet. You place it on the coffee table and look down at yourself. You only got as far as your skirt. Your shirt drapes over the armrest of the chair but you hadn’t found the last of your courage.

You sway a little. You’re tired. That swimming sensation itches behind your eyes and swirls in your head. You shake it away but that only seems to make it worse.

You have to hurry. You promised. The last thing you want to do is let Andy down again. Or anyone.

You shimmy out of the skirt and let your panties roll down with it. Clumsily you toss the clothes into the seat of the chair. You struggle to unhook your bra, fingers fumbling, your nerves bouncing off each other. It feels so naughty, even if Andy says it’s okay.

Naked, you shiver and rub your arms. You hear him in the driveway. The glimpse of glistening white through the window prickles your skin. It’s getting colder by the day and last night, the snow began. You always loved the winter but this year, it feels so hollow.

Or maybe you’re just tired. You haven’t been sleeping well. Not at all, really. You just lay awake and think. You think too much. Stop it.

You peek around the wall into the entryway as you listen to the muffled steps outside. Andy kicks beside the door, dusting off his boots, as the latch turns back. You flinch as he enters, his shoulders powdered with snow and his hair sparkling with melting flakes. His cheeks are rosy above his thick beard.

He looks around, brow furrowed, until he finds you. The crease in his forehead softens as he sighs out the tension. You give a sheepish smile that ends in the gnawing of your lower lip.

“What are you doing hiding?” He puts his bag down on the bench.

You gulp as he faces you fully, stretching his arms out in a subtle gesture. Oh, yeah. You remember everything he said. Another chill passes through you as you force yourself out from behind the plaster shield.

He growls as he takes you in completely. You want to cover your nipples as they go pert with the cold he let in, or cross a leg over your little vee of hair. You go to him, swallowing a squeak as he purrs and runs his hand down your side. His fingertips are icy too.

“You gonna warm me up?” He hums. He’s delighting in this, and in a way, his happiness sparks your own. Knowing he’s content means you’re doing well.

“Yes… honey,” you choke out. Sometimes you still forget to say it.

You touch the lapels of his coat and he groans. He feels bigger then. Dressed in all those layers as you stand before him, stripped down and exposed. You stand on your tiptoes as you undo his top button and begin the descent, plucking each open with shaky fingers.

He helps shrug off the heavy wool and as you turn to hang it, he touches your bottom. He lets out another gritty noise but restrains himself. You get down to help him out of his boots next, bending over as he tickles along your naked back. His hand hovers behind your head.

“Mmm, I like you like that,” he taunts. Your lashes flick at the suggestion and for a moment, you fear he might latch on and keep you there. His hand trails across your shoulder and you stand straight. “Baby, it’s all you tonight. I want you to take control. You lead me.”

You stare at him, stunned. You don’t know what to do. Even if you’ve done so much with him. He’s always guiding you, always moving you along.

“You know what to do, honey,” he coaxes, “I’m all yours.”

You might not entirely know what to do, but you know what he wants. You push his suit jacket off as you feel his intent gaze on your every move. His hands wander with his gaze, drinking you in as you repress a shudder. 

You tug at his tie cluelessly, choking him before he stops you with a chuckle. He loosens it himself and pulls it free. He throws it carelessly to the floor amidst the rest of his clothing. You pause for a moment; you’re going to be the one cleaning that up.

You shake away that thought and carry on. You feel him tremble as you unbutton his shirt. Your fingers struggling and brushing his skin. He rubs your arms as he takes a deep breath while you tug free the tails of his shirt from his pants. He stops you and brings your hands to his chest, pressing them flat.

“Slow,” he coos, “you don’t have to rush.”

You feel his firm muscle and the soft hair across it. He’s warm but you find little comfort in that. The heat radiating off of him is suffocating. You thought it would be easier by now.

You let your hands flutter down along his stomach, touching until he squirms. You follow his reaction as your own remains unsparked. Why isn’t this doing anything for you? With that toy, alone, you were almost melting. And at the thought of Dr. Kemp…

No. No. You can be good. It will work. The more you do it, the more you’ll like it.

You add Andy’s shirt to the heap and unbuckle his belt. You sense his excitement as it tightens in the bottom of his stomach. His hot breath plumes over you as you pull at his fly. You nearly break the zipper before you part the teeth. His pants fall down his legs and he steps out of the rumpled fabric.

You grab his hand and draw him further inside. He follows eagerly. Your stomach clenches, almost sickeningly. It’s probably just because you haven’t eaten since… whenever.

You glance over your shoulders. The couch… That night when it all happened. That was where it started. You can make it up right now.

You take him to the couch and he stands before it, almost proudly as you let him go. There’s a brief stalemate as you hesitate and he waits. He looms, expectantly. No stopping now.

You slide your fingers along this thick band of his briefs and pull on the elastic. He’s hard already so you have to angle around him. Your knuckles brush him and he twitches. You just tell yourself to keep going.

He steps out of his underwear as you lean back on one heel. He smirks as you twiddle your fingers. You look around and wet your dry lips.

“How do you want me?” He asks, voice brimming with barely restrained excitement.

You can only point to the couch. He sits, almost dropping down in his eagerness. He lifts a foot at a time to strip off the socks you missed.

“Should I lay down?” he prompts.

You nod.

He reclines, a long sigh escaping him as he stretches out. He props his shoulders up against the armrest and folds his arms behind his head. His dick bobs up and down as you choke out tiny breaths.

You resist the fantasy brewing at the back of your head. How often in your life did you build fantasies that could never be? Dr. Kemp wouldn’t like that. Dr. Kemp! You need to stop thinking of him.

Yet, you do. You don’t see the living room or the gray couch, you see the brown leather and smell the citrusy edge of his cologne. You come forward, in a parallel world, and climb up onto the couch. As you touch him, he shivers and groans.

When you stroke Andy, your eyes meet him but don’t see him. You’re met with another shade of iris, rich and aquamarine, gentle and affectionate. You’re almost delirious as your mind takes over, painting over the canvas with a fresh coat, a prettier coat.

It’s Steve beneath you as you swing your leg over the thick thighs. It’s him groaning and grunting as you play with him, shyly at first, then more firmly. You grip him tighter, wanting to feel him, wanting more.

A hand on your hip urges you on. You raise yourself on your knees and angle the swollen tips against your cunt. You’re wet. You could cry out in relief. You’re actually wet. But as you glide down onto the thick length, the illusion shatters.

You squeak as Andy stretches you. As you come down, he slides deeper than he ever has. The dull pain is heavy and horrible. You try to push off of him but his hands quickly grab your hips and hold you down. He wiggles his pelvis, searching for the limit.

“Ah, dove,” he moans and teethes his lip.

You slap your hands on his chest and murmur. You hang your head as you try to still him. Stop, stop, it hurts. Your pleas go unspoken as you curl your nails into his muscle. It only seems to encourage him as he tilts your hips for you.

He puts you into a rhythm. A slow tempo that has you rolling your hips, your clit rubbing against his pelvis hotly. Your touch slips up his shoulders and along his arms. You grip his biceps as you quiver and squeeze tight, gnashing your teeth at the fullness thrumming in you.

You heave in pain as it ripples down your thighs. Your spine aches, ringing with each tilts of your pelvis, pulsing up to your shoulders and down your limbs. You don’t like it.

It’s too much but you want to stop. You know you can’t. You know if you do, it will happen again. You’ll hurt him, in that moment, you really want to hurt him. You want to beat your fists on his chest and make him stop.

But you don’t. You follow the pace he sets. When he urges you on, you go faster, when he squeezes just so, you slow. You keep your eyes sealed but the tears trickle free. You sniffle as the hot streams stain your cheeks.

He brings a hand up to cradle your face, “honey, what’s wrong?” He huffs, “why are you crying?”

You shake your head and suck in your lower lip. You push his hand away from your face and keep your chin down. You twine your fingers through his as you clutch him tightly.

The world behind your eyelids shifts again. The timbre of his grunts deepen, his muscles thicken just a little, and the tension lessens just a touch. Just enough to be bearable.

In your head, the leather is sticky under your knees, the air is damp with your breath, mingling with Steve’s as he puffs up at you. His voice rolls in you, “you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you babble, “yes…”

“Yeah, you’re a very good girl. Look at you being so good,” he growls.

“Yes, yes,” you nearly chant, your body driven by the fuzzy pleasure blooming inside of you. “Yes,” you buck your hips wildly, chasing the fiery release, “yes, yes, yes…”

You drone on, head lolling as you surrender to the carnal need. That desperate want. You shrilly cry out as the friction in your clit turns electric and zaps up your back. You shake and cross your arms over your chest, panting and puffing as you reach the apex of your ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, oh baby,” Andy’s groans shatters your escape. 

You blink and see the world as it is. The tendons in his neck constrict and he juts his chin out. He moves you to his whim, all control stolen back as he rocks you against him. He has a hand on your ass, the other locked around your hip. 

He snarls as he cums, spasming as you feel his release. He fills you with his delight as you barely keep yourself aloft. You brace yourself against his stomach as he slows to a lazy rock.

Your lashes flick as your head bobbles. The edges of your vision are hazy and soft, your head is throbbing, and your body is hollow and weak. Suddenly, you feel so very tired.

You let your arms fold and fall forward against Andy. You close your eyes, hiding in the darkness as your head rests on his shoulder. His heartbeat beats against you as your own feels sluggishly slow. 

Your yawns and sink against him. You’re paralysed as the fatigue consumes you. You couldn’t move if you tried. It isn’t a choice, your body is shutting down. You hear him calling for you but you don’t care

You want to sleep. Sleep means you don’t have to think. It means you don’t have to feel.

[wroteclassicaly]

Imagine Eddie coming to your rescue when your Galentines Day leaves you saddened and feeling sorry for yourself.

You’d planned to spend the day with Robin and Nancy, getting your nails done and having an adult sleepover. Robs had already checked out a plethora of chick flick and horror films from work to binge, with Nancy loading up on snacks and stashing them in the station wagon, and you were in charge of getting pizzas and milkshakes. It was supposed to have gone that way, anyways… Now you’re sitting alone on your dad’s old leather couch, movies and pizzas stacked in front of you, milkshakes melting, nail appointments canceled, while your friends had separated for surprise plans with their significant others.

“Are you sure? I know Jonathan won’t care if I cancel.”

“Nance, you hardly get to see him.”

“Vickie won’t mind either, I’m sure—“

“Hey, I’m not gonna break, babes. I get it, okay? You go spend some time with your guy and girl. I’ll just watch some movies and chill. I need some me time anyways.”

You’d wanted to give yourself an award for the amount of effort you put into believing that. Hell, you did at first. You were happy for them, you did enjoy solitude sometimes. But you hadn’t told them that you had already paid for everyone’s nails before you canceled, or had the shakes and pizzas in your car. It wasn’t their fault, nor would you ever guilt them.

You planned to eat as much as you could, then sulk, drink a little, and fall into bed with some late night crappy television. What you didn’t bank on is crying over your loneliness and lack of flowers, candy, or even a card from someone. You almost considered calling Steve, but he’d been preparing for a date all week that you knew it wasn’t one he was going to cancel to come he a couch potato with you. Even the kids in your makeshift family had their partners. You snort into a soft sniffle, about ready to throw away your food and make that venture to bed anyways, when a knock clicks across your front door, rasping knuckle bones heavy and persistent.

It’s not a very attractive look, but don’t expect anyone that isn’t your immediate relative, so you wrap your patchwork throw around your shoulders and head for the door, pulling it open against the biting winter wind. Eddie Munson is leaning in your doorway, ringed hand curled into a fist mid-knock, his soft curls billowing out behind him. He’s wrapped in his leather jacket and a pair of white washed jeans, scribbled with an array of doodles. He’s bouncing on his heels and those lips — red from the weather, they curl back to reveal milky white teeth. You stare him down for what feels like minutes, but is merely seconds, and then he’s speaking with an ever present smirk, motioning to your entryway.

“May I cross the threshold, perhaps?”

“Oh.” You shiver, as if your body suddenly remembers the wind chill factor. Or maybe that’s something else. “Yeah, sure. Come on in.”

Eddie slides in beside you and strolls into your living room, immediately seeing the boxes of pizza stacked and steaming. You close the door and wish you could walk out through it and into your embarrassing shame. You join him in record time, curling a sweat pant clad leg beneath you, keeping the blanket wound tightly around your chest. He drops beside you, brow raising. “Not very dressed for the party it looks like you’re expecting.”

He’s meaning the pizza, a teasing banter playing on his lips, but your already emotional state causes you to bow your head. “No party. You’re welcome to them if you’re hungry, or if you know of someone else.”

You really don’t want to think of Eddie’s potential date. It’d be horrific if she choked on a pepperoni. You catch his frown, already wishing you had just ignored the door. He senses your anxiety, he knows that retreating defeat. You’re not at all prepared for his much larger hand to clasp a top yours, squeezing gently.

You’re nearly frozen, his cold hand a sudden shockwave. That and the dozens of Cupid shaped butterflies that are slapping your insides with their glittery wings, leaving Eddie’s magic dust behind. You smile at that notion, Eddie leaning in a bit to try and read you. “There’s a smile. Figured you needed one. You looked like I felt when Wayne’s admirer brought her granddaughter over with some lumpy ass chocolate cake and we all had to sit in the kitchen and talk.”

You can’t fight the chuckle that escapes you, images dancing in your head of Eddie trying to be a polite host, but being irritated and obnoxiously endearing.

“Yeah, yeah. S’ not so funny when it’s not even the granddaughter that blows you kisses, but the old lady every-time she sees me.”

“Maybe don’t be so lovable?” You quirk, letting your blanket slide a few inches, a sudden warmth swelling underneath your cheeks.

“You think I’m lovable, hmm? Look at you. All cuddled up and cute right now. I could… just—“ And he stops himself, staring blankly, your heart rate thrumming rather uncomfortably. You’re about to ask him what his deal is, but he’s finding his speech again and tackles you back onto the couch, with a, “—tickle-attack you!”

“Eddie, get off! Jesus you’re a lanky mother fucker!” You’re trying to shout but it comes out as a series of giggles, his fingertips pressing into your armpits above the blankets, his curls tickling your face each instance he moves from your fight back.

Only once you’re panting and letting him be privy to winning, he eases back. You grip his forearms, however, a boldness, an alarmingly vice finding your heart muscle, stringing it up and attempting to tie it to Eddie’s. You unravel your burrito cocoon, throwing the material over his back and bringing your arms into a wide open spread. The most feather light grin grazes his spectacular mouth, and he’s obliging, wrapping you into his arms and snuggling into your blanket shield with you, cinnamon, Old Spice, the dusty smell of baseboard heaters in his trailer, his camel cigarette smoke lingering in layers, and laundry detergent clinging to his sweater. His body weight is welcomed, his cooling skin like electricity, and your crush is cheering in celebration that you’re cuddling with Eddie Munson.

Little did you know, your Galentine’s dates had purposely sent Eddie over, knowing fate would latch onto the rest.

~*~

Happy Valentine’s Day, loves ❤️🖤

[breezybangtanbebe]

3D: JJK💋 Part One

A/N: Jungkook is in a closed triad with Janelle, the bubbly brown skinned bookworm with alluring eyes and luscious hips, and Katya , the semi alt bartending vixen with copper toned curls and a silver tongue.

Tags: jungkookxOC’s in closed traid/polyamorous relationship. Sex (raw and protected), oral (female and male recieving), threesome. Some fluff and mild plot because theyre loveds afater all 😌✨

4k words

The smell of cherry bomb body oil, weed and sex coated the air. Notably Jungkook's favorite combo, and he was a coni'sour of scents.

Incense.

OG Kush.

Shea Butter.

Pussy.

ESPECIALLY, Pussy.

Every woman was different based on various factors of diet and hygiene of course but there was a distinct musk that Jungkook found intoxicating. So much so, that his tongue licked at the air before curling over his top lip, his eyes rolling back as he savored everything.

Katya's pussy bloomed like the flower it smelled like, sucking his length in loudly as he drove himself deeper.

"Ah..ah..ah..shit..." she huffed against the bed, her gold ringed fingers fisting the crumpled sheets. From behind her, a tatted hand comes over her tawny waistline to squeeze her flesh, pulling her back to bounce against his dick.

"Oh fuck —- like that. Just like that.." she cried, Jungkook chuckling sharply through his nose.

"Hmm? like this Kitty?" He rasps, his eyes dropping to the silver piercings denting her dimples of Venus. He snaps his hips a bit harder, forcing gusts of air to jut from Kat's lungs.

"Look at you gripping my dick like you love it..My pussy? hmm? This is mine?" He taunts her with a heckling grin in his voice.

Normally, Katya would resist his need to dominate and make him really work for it. She'd deny his claims and make him prove it, ultimately ending in a mess of both of them. But today she didnt have the fight in her. She just wanted to cum again and again so she'd have an excuse to binge eat whatever was in the snack cabinet.

Sex burns hella calories after all.

"Shut up and just fuck me.." she muttered into the sheets. Jungkook grunts at her brash response, only happy to oblige as he lifted one leg up and planted his foot for balance, commencing to plow into her even harder and faster.

"Yes..yes...yesss.." she mewls, tearful eyes rolling back. Jungkook grunts as he kicked up his rhythm , his jaw slack and his brow crinkled as Katya tried to lift her head from the bed.

"Oh fuck yes..dont stop!"

"Uh uhn..down.." Jungkook shakes his head and he further enforces the demand by getting hold of her by her hair, a wavy knot of copper tangled in his fingers, pinning her head down to the mattress.

The pounding continues for another minute straight, Kat's inevitable undoing on loud and messy loop as Jungkook sought out to prove his point repeatedly.

The loud and messy sex is muffled effectively behind the door, far off at the end of the hall on the east side of the apartment.

Janelle is blissfully unaware as her key turns the front door's lock and she enters on tired feet, grimacing as she crossed the threshold.

Today was shit.

Everyone was rude.

Minor inconveniences felt monumental.

And her uterus felt like it had been doused in gasoline and tossed in a dumpster fire.

And her air pods just fucking died on her!

The telltale downward beeps further dampening her mood and muting the lofi she'd been on the whole walk home.

Today was shit, as previously stated, and it seemed to only get shittier.

"Fuck!"

Jungkook's voice is heard from the end of the hallway and based on his tone, Janelle assumed he was gaming or something. Her tummu fluttered at the sound since it confirmed he was home.

She just wanted to curl up under her man, sniff his neck while he rolled her a blunt and forget about the day she'd endured.

That was exactly what she needed.

Setting her keys and bag on the kitchen counter, Janelle shook her week old silk press out from its messy bun on her way towards the growing sound of her partner's voice ready to dump her troubles on him.

When she opened the door however, she's pinned by two sets of wide and surprised eyes at her sudden appearance in the doorway..

Her boyfriend of a few years, Jungkook. The tall and pretty idiot with dream boat hair, fuck boy tatts, abs for days and a toothy smile.

Although he wasn't smiling now..

"Nell.." he stammers, frozen where he was looming over the freckle faced ginger whose head was hanging off the side of his bed.

"Youre home early." He states the obvious , furrowing his brow as he's still nestled deep inside of Kat, both of them regarding Janelle with equal concern while not separating.

"Hey Jelly Belly.." Kat , her girlfriend of less than a year , greets her with a smile as sweet at the nickname spoken and Janelle mustered a weak smile in return.

"Hey Kat. Hey babe...I didnt mean to interrupt.." she begins, already about to close the door and leave them to it.

"Its fine/You didnt.." both canoodlers chime in tandem, shooting eachother a scorned look before putting the spotlight on the woman simpering in the doorway.

"Did you have good day at least? You look sad.." Jungkook goes on to ask and from the way Janelle's bottom lip trembles and her hesitance to answer, it was clear.

"Aww Belly.." Kat sits up on her elbows, pushing Jungkook back so that he has no choice but to pull out. His dick sheathed in cream-covered latex drooped under its weight, and he immediately begins pulling the condom off.

"Did you wanna talk about it?" he lifts his brows earnestly.

Watching the two of them scrambling to get away from eachother as if they weren't just engaged in what she knew was very intense sex, Janelle's blank expression gave little away as she shook her head.

"Naw. Im just gonna go lay down. Yall carry on..." she says.

There wasn't any room for a response since she hurried from the room, closing the door behind her to leave a half dressed Jungkook with a semi poking at his boxers and a topless and messy-headed Kat exchanging dubious and guilty looks.

Nearly a year ago...

"So who's in charge here? You or her.." Katya pointed her half eaten french fry between the couple sitting across from her in the booth.

The post rush buzz in the old-school-themed burger joint was supposed gave the three of them the space and comfort to have conversations such as this. Katya was fresh off from work with aching ankles from bartending all night. A gig she found to be her niche after her meager attempts at typical 9 to 5's flopping. It wasnt odd for her to get offers out for a late dinner and night cap post shift, with these two specifically, but tonight's meeting was different than the others for many reasons.

Janelle takes a sip from her soda through a straw, her pretty eyes lifting through her ebony bangs at the copper-headed redbone across from her. Beside her, Jungkook chewed lazily with his arm stretched over the back of the red tufted booth behind his girl's head. He glances at Janelle expectedly as he rached for one of her fries, the two of them smirking knowingly. She gives him a little nod and he returns it before speaking.

"No one's in charge of anyone." Jungkook muffles over his food, adding the stolen fry to the pile in his mouth. Janelle nods in agreement, swallowing her sip of soda and pushing her cup aside.

"Yeah, come on Kat. You know us. Theres no heirarchy here. He's with me and Im with him." she insists. Katya narrows here eyes at them both, still using her fry as a stylus drawing an accusatory figure eight between the two of them.

And she did know them. Mostly in passing at first. Jungkook frequented the outside of her bar with his gorgeously loud group of friends on their bikes with their tattoos and growling engines like mating calls on a Saturday night. She rarely paid them much mind.

At least until he brought those tattoos inside, flashing her with that stupid pierced smile before asking for a drink. Through small talk they became mildly aquainted, nothing unusal or overly flirtatious. Something Katya found intriguing until it became clear to her that Jungkook was taken.

Janelle was nothing like who Katya imagined Jungkook would date. With the sweet and innocent face of a baby doll but the body that most women show to the doctor as an example of what they want, Jungkook's girlfriend was opposite of him in almost every way. Flawless brown skin and shoulder length yaki textured tresses that swayed as she moved. Minimal make up apart from her NYX lip liner and Fenty Gloss Bomb'd lips that caught Kat's eye immediately.

No tatts. No piercings other than in her ears. Dressing in shades Kat never observed her man donning. Bright and bubbly and way out of his league if you asked her.

She stuck out among the grunge when she entered the bar behind Jungkook the first night she saw her, intriguing her even more...

"Mmhmm...So now yall want to add me to the mix, right? Not just on some 'one night' basis.." Kat finishes what she assumed Janelle was going to say, popping the pointer fry in her mouth.

Kat normally wasnt this straightforward on her dates, despite being a naturally shrewd individual, but this date felt like more like an interview from the way Jungkook and Janelle sat across from her with open eyes and ears for any questions she may have.

Proposing for someone to be a part of a nontraditional polyamorous relationship wasnt as uncommon as people liked to think. And it surely wasn't Kat's first offer.

She just didnt expect it from them.

"This was your idea wasnt it?" Kat adverts her glare to Jungkook now, making him choke on his drink mid sip.

"What? Why would you assume that?" he coughs humorously and Kat shrugs with ber elbow on the table.

"Iont know. Because its always the mans idea. You know how many bitches fake being gay just to appease their dude or keep them from cheating? How should I know this isnt that?"

"Because it isn't." Jungkook grunts, not showing anything other than amusement at Kat's demeanor. Janelle seems taken aback by the the statement however, her soft eyes widening.

"No one is faking anything, first of all.." she shakes her head, her pout pulling Kat's attention back to her. She lifts her brows at the implication, looking Janelle up and down with even more interest and a smirk.

"Oh?" she mirths.

"And I'd never cheat on Nell. This is something she suggested..." Jungkook cuts in, Kat's eyes jumping back to him.

"Hmmph..I have a hard time believing that but ok.." the ginger shrugs, leaning back on her side of the booth. Finding the skepticism a little vexing, Janelle scoots closer to the table to assume the position Kat had just been in with her elbows and forearms resting on the table.

"Its true. And the part about it being my idea is too. Look, Jungkook and I have been together a while. We get eachother. Likes and dislikes. Bad habits and pet peeves. Fantasies and ambitions. He's legit my best friend."

Janelle pauses to look over at her boyfriend, who just gives her a smile that told Kat the feeling was mutual.

"I know it's probably hard to explain but...I brought up the idea of opening our relationship up a little and Jungkook was hesitant because he never considered being with anyone else. And neither did I but, I dont want one of our needs for something different to seperate us when we could experience it together. Or at least with some level of understanding between eachother."

"So is this about sex or..." Kat cuts in, still wanting to get to the root of the situation. Janelle grimaces lightly in thought, her eyes lifting towards the ceiling breifly.

"Eh..yes and no. The companionship aspect is relevent here too. We're not just looking for someone else to have sex with. Sexually, we have zero complaints when it comes to eachother, but that's not to say theres things we're not open to try..."

Kat sits with both of her arms resting on the back of the booth, her short legs tucked underneath her comfortably. Her hard expression softens the longer she listened to Janelle.

She had a nice voice. Soft and slightly raspy. Easily the most placating tone Kat had ever heard. She'd listen to her read a grocery list and be this invested.

"...Point is..We know you and you know us. We both find you attractive and Im comfortable with coming to you with this. But Kat, if youre not interested, that's fine. And Im sorry if this makes you uncomf..." Janelle pauses when Kat shushes her, one black coffin nail lifted.

"Hush babe. Im interested for sure. In you more than him..." the nail tilts in Jungkook's direction.

And that was saying something because he was most definitely her type. From the charcoal tinted tattoos, broad shoulders and chest, height, and urban style of dress. But something about his girl made her tongue water in ways she didnt want to say out loud just yet.

"Youre cute though , so No offense." she adds.

"None taken." Jungkook smirks and she continues.

"I just wanna make sure this is a legit arrangement where all parties are on board and participating on their own free will. I dont want you feeling weird or imposed upon by my presence. Because Im not sure if you knew but Im alot to handle."

"Im not worried. Are you babe?" Janelle smiles over at her partner with expectant eyes, and its too damn sweet and enthusiastic for the context of their conversation.

Even Jungkook's eyebrows go up in surprise at his girlfriend's bold response.

He picks up his drink again, smirking around his straw as he shakes his head in amazement and disbelief. He takes a quick draining sip that gurgles the ice cubes,setting it back down.

"Yeah..Im not worried at all either, Kitty Kat."

The unsolicited nickname makes Kat's eye twitch, and something else deep between her legs. She hated it and could already see that Jungkook was going to be an issue. Unlike Janelle, who seemed to be the more accommodating of the two despite her calling the shots.

She regards him with a lifted brow and Jungkook mereley smirks back at her with a challenge in his eyes that made her want to come across the table.

Kat mirrors his expression, licking her top teeth sexily before lifting her chin.

"Ok. Im in."

A few knocks at the bathroom door were followed by its creaking hinges and Janelle opens her eyes just as two guility faces peaked through the steam.

Feeling rather sticky from being outside all day, Janelle decided to soak her stress away in a steaming bath of essential oils and relaxing fragrance. Her face had been scrubbed of her make up and outside exposure, her straightened hair pulled up into a knot on top of her head. She knew the sweat from her scalp would have her roots reverting but she didnt care.

The sharp pains in her pelvis had just began to subside,  but she knew this was just the beginning considering her cycles in the past.

She says nothing as her partners approached, her expression tired and stoic as she turned her head to face them.

"You alright?" Jungkook is first to speak, stepping ahead of Kat to sit on the toilet lid. He was fully dressed now, the only evidence of his activies being the way his messy hair.

Kat stands near the sink, leaning her hop against the counter in her crumpled gym shorts and bralette.

The bubbled water ripples gently at Janelle's slow nod, a weak smile gracing nude lips.

"Yeah..just tired. And sore."

"Period?" Kat scrunches her nose in disdain, folding her arms over her chest. Janelle nods again.

"I think so. Im not bleeding but the cramps are just over the top today. I popped two pain pills an hour ago and its barely taking off the edge."

"So thats why you left work early? Damn...Why didn't you call me? I could have came to get you." Jungkook scolds her, knowing the distance bewteen her job and their apartment wasnt small. He was generally the one taking her on the back of his bike when he was available.

Janelle gives him a weak smirk.

"Well I called but..." her eyes go to Kat breifly before continuing.

"I think you were busy." she cringes, sinking lower into the water as realization slaps them both in the face.

Yeah, they were busy.

Busy fucking.

All while their sweet little succulent was in need, calling both of their phones before ultimately deciding to hoof it 5 blocks before her manager changed his mind about letting her leave early.

Jungkook's head dropped, smacking his face into his palm.

"Shit..Im sorry babe...really." he mutters, guilt-eating him from the inside out. Kat steps towards the tub, dropping to her knees to come closer to Janelle's level.

"Yeah sorry Belly. Our phones must have been on vibrate or something.." she pouts guiltily. Jungkook shakes his head in disagreement.

"Even then, we should have been more aware. What if it was an emergency?" he directs his fussing at Kat, who turns to him sharply.

"No shit Sherlock. You were the one who could have been the most aware considering the fact that it's your responsibility to pick her up. So dont blame me.."

"Im not blaming you." Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"Sounds like you are.." Kat seethes and Jungkook is ready to continue arguing when Janelle slaps the water in frustration.

"Stop fighting! Damn..Its fine. Im not dead. It not the first time Ive had to walk somewhere in my life and it wont be the last. Plus it was early...You could have just as well been asleep and missed my calls so..its no big deal. Shut it.."

In the way she always did, Janelle effectively ends the bickering between her overprotective boyfriend and her vigilant girlfriend with the simplest reasoning.

They still glowered at eachother resentfully, as it they werent just doing loud and raunchy sex with eachother 30 minutes ago.

Jungkook sticks his tongue out st Kat childishly before dismissing her presence, returning his full attention to Janelle.

"Ok but Im still sorry. It wont happen again, I promise." he assures her. The stress melts from her face at his unnecessary apology.

"I know babe. It's ok, foreal. Im just glad I'm not at work anymore. Everybody was unusually more rude and aggravating today than normal. I think im just gonna stay in this weekend. I know yall wanted to go out tonight but I dont think im gonna make it. It hurts to walk. Hurts to stand..." she trails off.

Kat reaches over and dips her arm into the water to rub Janelle's thigh in empathetically, resting her chin on the edge of the tub.

"Awww Belly. I hate seeing you like this. Makes me sad.." she pouts.

"Same. Yeah we're definitely not going anywhere tonight. I'll just tell Tae to sell those tickets he copped for us. There was a show I wanted to take yall to but fuck it." he shrugs casually. Kat looks at him over her shoulder, her normal frown nonexistent at the knowledge of his plans.

"You got tickets to see Bad Omen's?" her voice is small, most likely her attempt at not seeming too excited. Knowing her favorite band was in town for one night with no available tickets had her in her feelings all week, and learning that Jungkook got the hook up on tickets anyway made her wish she'd been a little nicer to him.

Just a little.

Janelle looks to Kat's hopefull face and wilts with guilt.

"Awww no. Kat was so sad she couldnt get those tickets. You guys should just go. I'll be ok.." she insists, resting her hand on Kat's under the water. Both Jungkook's and Kat's snap towards Janelle.

"What? No..." Kat begins.

"Yeah, that wouldnt be right. You wanted to see them too." Jungkook adds.

Janelle shrugs her shoulder.

"Only because of you and Kat. I know like..one song. That was yalls thing. I wouldn't be upset if you went." she locks eyes with both of them.

Theres a moment a silence in the bathroom as Kat and Jungkook considered her words, neither of them feeling comfortable with her suggestion to leave her behind.

"Nell.." Jungkook frowns, his eyes forlorn and in avid disagreement. Janelle just shakes her head.

"Just go. Both of you. I'll be fine, I promise. Tell me all about it. Kat, record if they do my song, record some for me?" she squeezes Kat's hand with the gentle ask and Kat's pouted lips twisted in conflict.

"Please?" she lifts her brows, giving the world's most irresistible set of puppy eyes anyone had ever seen.

With s reluctant smile of her own, Kat nods slowly.

"Of course Belly. I'll record the whole thing." she ensures her.

Feeling satisfied with the agreement, Janelle smiles tiredly at Kat before releasing her hand.

"Good. Its settled then. Now if y'all don't mind, talking is starting to make my head hurt and I want to soak a little bit longer.."

"Say less.." Jungkook is first to stand, gesturing for Kat to follow him with a irrefutable look in his eye. For once, Kat doesnt protest and she nods before leaning to kiss Janelle's wet temple.

"Let us know if you need anything, Ok?"

Janelle nods, beaming weakly at Kat's show of affection before speaking.

"I will. Now get out." she smiles and the two do just that, Jungkook following behind Kat. He gives Janelle one last look with fondness as well as melancholy in his gaze before shutting her back in her steamy candle lit oasis.

In the hallway, Kat taps Jungkook on his chest with the back of her hand to get his attention.

"Hey..Are we seriously gonna go to that show and leave her here in pain?" she whispers roughly so Janelle had no chance of hearing them.

Jungkook kisses his teeth, glancing at the door breifly before shaking his head.

"Fuck no...I just wasnt about to argue with her. I might go to the store though. Get her some shit to help her feel better.."

"Ok good because I was gonna say..."

"Hell naw." he chuckles.

Jungkook's about to walk away when Kat stops him again. He lifts his brow curiously at her soft grip on his forearm.

"Why didnt you tell me you got those tickets? You knew I was trying to get them.." Kat says lowly, not quite in a whisper.

Jungkook smirks at the question.

"I know. I was planning to surprise you with em. You know Tae works security at that venue sometimes so he pulled some syrungs for me." he shrugs nonchalantly.

Kat's peircing eyes thaw instantly, the corners of her mouth perking up in a smile.

"You asshole..I could kiss you. I didnt know you liked me that much." she perts her lips, nudging Jungkook's pec with her fist. His nose crinkles with his smile, feeling a tiny bit of satisfaction at effectimg Kat this way. He reaches up to pinch her chin between his thumb and index finger affectionately.

"Aww. Come on now. You know me better than that Kitty Kat.." he teases.

At the sound of the dreaded pet name, Kat's smile vanishes and she snatches her chin from his hold.

"aand you just had to ruin it.." she grimaces but Jungkook merely grins as he leaned in for a chaste kiss, pecking Kat's pout loudly.

"You'll be ok." He slides in cheekily, giving her ass a smack and squeeze before they go their separate ways towards their respective quarters.

[lynnimini]

₊⊹ 𝘚𝘰 𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘎𝘰 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴: 5 ₊⊹

Description: 12 parts ⋆ fluff ⋆ comedy ⋆ kinda cringy?

Pairings: k. woonhak x afab!reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: love island usa s3 spoilers ⋆ minor cussing ⋆ mostly a filler chapter ⋆ the slightest bit suggestive, but not between y/n and woonhak

Tags: @onedoornet

you did indeed see woonhak the next day, but not in the way you expected at all.

you woke up feeling all groggy and beat up. contrary to when you were little, your immune system turned to shit. walking home in soggy clothes gave you a horrible fever whereas tiny you walking home would've bounced back immediately.

just as you were trying to go back to sleep, you heard your phone buzzing. you guessed that it was woonhak telling you he couldn't meet up with you today, and you were right.

"y/n?"

his voice sounded exhausted and croaky, similarly to yours.

"come over dummy. suffer with me"

you croaked out, hanging up the phone immediately after. woonhak didn't come over for a while, probably going to tell his parents where he was going first.

you heard a knock at your window so you went to go open it, groaning with the way your body felt so sore just getting up to complete a simple task.

woonhak was standing on the bridge outside. back when you were little, your dads worked together to build a safe bridge between your guys' windows so you could come over whenever without disturbing each others' families.

you threw the window open and gave woonhak your hand to help him steady himself on the way in. woonhak shut the window behind him and collapsed on your bed.

you groaned and flicked him lightly before collapsing right next to him. thankfully it was a queen sized bed or else you'd be sleeping on the floor. you pulled the covers over you two before turning to look at him all sprawled out.

"what happened to us woonhak"

you croaked out weakly. woonhak sighed and shook his head.

"we used to be immune to everything because of all the sand and beach water we swallowed as kids. maybe it's time to go back to eating sand"

woonhak joked and you laughed, but not for long before you collapsed into a coughing fit.

"we're so staying in and watching tv all day today"

you softly high fived woonhak as he stretched and sat up weakly.

"i'm gonna go wash up"

woonhak went back to his house to take a warm shower and freshen up so at least he could rot with you in bed smelling clean. you did the same, brushing your teeth and washing your face in the shower because you were efficient like that.

woonhak came back right after you finished drying your hair. the two of you were dressed in warm pajamas, absolutely no intentions of leaving the bed.

"my parents are at work right now. we can get instant porridge and tea fron the cabinet downstairs. and we can take some medicine. let's do that first"

you brought woonhak downstairs with you, splitting up. you were on food and tea while woonhak dug through the cabinets to portion out meds for you both.

"y/n, what should we do today"

woonhak asked as he took a seat at the table, swallowing his meds with a glass of water. you poured the water into the mugs and bowls of porridge before sitting down across from him.

"wanna binge love island?"

you suggested and woonhak's eyes lit up. the two of you live for the drama. there was something so interesting about watching everyone flounder through their loves lives like you two. the both of you hurried to eat your porridge and drink the tea, almost burning your throats in the process.

"holy shit don't go so fast"

woonhak groaned, clutching his stomach which was full of porridge, tea, and water as you dragged him up the stairs to your room.

you guys walked slower and settled down on your bed, switching on the tv. woonhak propped himself up against the backboard while you laid down comfortably.

you and woonhak comfortably watched in silence. that's a lie. you guys would've been screaming for your lives at the tv if it wasn't for your sore throats. you two croaked out your complaints about certain people together and shared opinions. like, why did cinco reject cash but then wanna go back to her after getting with someone else...

and woonhak complained the most about the way will kissed flo while pretty much being locked in with kyra. like are you serious? who even does that. YOU WERE LOCKED IN. FOR WEEKS. thank god shannon had kyra's back even if she was a little out of line.

anyways, the exhaustion from being tired of all the bullshit hit you and you dozed off without woonhak even noticing.

"oh my god. genny and shannon are screaming at each other. y/n?"

woonhak looked over to see you sleeping while hugging the covers to keep warm. he thought you looked so peaceful curled up and trying so hard to stay warm. he grabbed another blanket and laid it on top of you, watching you uncurl and settle into a more comfortable position.

woonhak couldn't help but notice the silly way your hair laid so messily all over the pillow, how your arm was sprawled over his stomach, and how little beads of sweat formed on your cheeks. he loved the way you could be so vulnerable next to him. it felt reassuring to see this side of you since he always found you being his safe place.

you don't show your vulnerability to woonhak very often. it's normally just you bottling your emotions until those rare times it all spills out to the point you can't control it anymore and confide in woonhak. he loves knowing that he can be your shoulder to cry on even when it rarely happens.

woonhak wants nothing more than to protect you. and that's why he promised you he'd always be there. he was in love with you. but he didn't know that. all he knew was that you were the most important person he has by his side and he would never want to hurt you.

you stirred in your sleep and slowly woke up to woonhak pushing your hair off your face. he gave you a soft smile that made your cheeks glow a soft pink.

"woonhak, why's genny crying?"

you mumbled as you pointed towards the tv. woonhak snapped his head to the tv to see jeremy comforting genny after genny and shannon's fight.

"oh my god girl i need to catch you up. listen, josh and the other guys called genny and leslie like 'raunchy' or something for posing and posting on insta a lot, so genny called out josh and shannon BUT shannon got pissed and they started screaming each other"

woonhak happily summarized for you, and you shot up to watch the next couple episodes.

"woonhak we need to have stay in days more often"

you said as you munched on some goldfish woonhak brought in and he agreed through a mouthful of goldfish. this went on for hours before woonhak decided he had to go to sleep back home.

"okay y/n, i gotta go back. we can't keep coughing on each other all night"

woonhak said through heavily lidded eyes and a sweaty forehead. you dabbed at his sweat with a tissue and moved so he could get to the bridge.

"see you tomorrow. take more meds and get better"

you said as woonhak crossed back to his room. he waved you goodbye before closing his window, leaving you to go back to sleep in a full bed. there was no denying it felt empty and colder without him, but one less infected person = more adventures with woonhak, so it was a good enough trade off.

[n3kk1tty]

Imagine getting the X-Men into anime.

Your three friends had been trying to find you for hours. They had no clue where you had hidden yourself away in though I guess in hind sight checking your room would have been productive. Behind the door they could hear you singing along to some song that definitely wasn't English. When they cracked it open all three peaking in like some Scooby doo level of stacking on top of each other they spotted you bouncing along as you sang the opening song. Pajamas and messy hair evident with snacks galore no wonder they couldn't find you.

Kurt immediately took the opportunity to teleport standing above you snagging the chip bag from your hand as you tried rescuing your beloved snack from the blue fiend. " Hey not fair. Unhand my salty treat you fuzzy snack taxer." The man laughs at you shaking his head as he starts shoveling chips into his mouth. "Nein. It is your tax for disappearing after training." You blow a raspberry at him as you pull him down onto the oversized bean bag with you. " I got my new anime box set I'm doing some mental relaxation. "

Remy eyes the screen plopping down on his designated bean bag before Anna Marie joins suit. " Well this don't make no sense there not speaking English. How are you supposed to watch if you're reading at the bottom of the screen. " You let out a chuckle towards the Cajun as Kurt situates himself in your lap and the bean bag like a cat finding it's seat. " Aw I'm sorry Remy. I forgot you can't read but you did interrupt my bum time." The man huffs in response chucking one of your empty soda cans at you. Anna Marie can't help laughing as you two fight him throwing cans and you use your mutation to absorb the scrap metal. Kurt to tuned into the animated figures on screen to mind the constant movement going on.

After the three kept asking too many questions of what was going on after getting too invested you decided it wouldn't hurt to just restart the series and continue your binge fest with your friends. " If we're gonna binge anime y'all need to do this right. I'll put the first tape in and get the episode ready but you three need to go get pajamas on as well and fetch us some more snacks. " You pause throwing your wallet to Anna Marie. " I ordered chinese food for us all, make sure Remy doesn't steal my cash Anna when you guys see the delivery guy. " As you say this you can spot Jubilee heading back to her room across the hall. " Hey Jubes. You wanna come watch Ranma 1/2 with us. I just got the box set in today."

The girl looks excited but pauses for a moment. " Man I haven't finished the sailor moon set you let me borrow last week yet." You share a chuckle with the young girl ruffling her head. " Don't worry about it sparkler. It's not like no one's watched two series at once before. This is the last call though when they get back with the snacks I'm not restarting the series again. " The girl gets the message running into her room to change into some comfy clothes as you get another bean bag set. Staying in the mansion even quiet time alone can turn into a mini party.

You're not sure when Logan had joined the party but he had strolled in behind Remy when he had gone to pick up the Chinese. Thank god you got used to ordering bulk food because you never knew when someone would want some of what you were eating. Plopped on your bed Logan digged into the food making passing comments about the anime eventually getting sucked into it as well long after the food was gone. It was nice to be surrounded by friends while sharing something you enjoyed. After that night having anime nights became a thing in the mansion some how a revolving door of characters would show up.

It became such a thing you and Kurt would often mimic the fights on screen.

[mychlapci]

Can we bring back the college slut Ratchet for a sec I never actually got over that

Imagine it's time for finals, and Ratchet is cracking down hard on studying. He may be a shareware slut but he still needs to make time for class, and now is the time to get serious. The problem is though, there's hardly enough time in the day to get through all his homework, have time to study for exams, and still go out for a good time. Enter his shifty deals with some scummy hookup he met online. Ratchet would get on his knees and suck spike while his contact would tell him he had all sorts of energizers and boosters he could take that would give Ratchet that extra kick to get through the day.

He didn't want anything hardcore, but he did take what his date offered him as he made his way out; some strange sort of energy boosters. The packaging said it was all natural in big cybertronian font, but the rest of the label was in some other alien language Ratchet couldn't read. He should know better than taking mystery pills, but Ratchet was pretty desperate for a quick fix to his problems, finals were getting closer after all.

After a few weeks of taking his daily pill, Ratchet felt great. He was full of energy all day long, he was getting plenty of work done rereading his notes and watching lectures, and he's had plenty of compliments on his perfect tight valve from his hookups. The only downsides Ratchet could point out were the extreme jump in his libido and the soreness in his chest. He was always an active bot, but Ratchet had been ready to crawl on other bots to get to their interface arrays. No one he hooked up with had any complaints that Ratchet wanted them around longer, so he didn't take it too seriously. The pain though wasn't as easy to ignore. He just felt so sore and tender, and he felt an increase of pressure on his windshield over time.

It was probably just the stress, he would tell himself. Ratchet had been eating more energon treats lately instead of eating full meals, the junk food binges just saved time in comparison to cooking. The stress probably also didn't help the bloating, he was sure once his exams were over he'd bounce right back to his usual specs. It'd have to be something he worried about later, because Ratchet had another date with his dealer to pick up more of his strange energy pills.

After a while of hot and heavy interfacing, the mech had smacked against Ratchet's windshield when their frames connected, leading the glass to crack. Ratchet didn't panic when pulling the remaining thick glass out of its slot in his chest, he was more shocked what was left from it. Ratchet's swollen chest bulged out the busted window. When he unlatched his armor, he stared in surprise at the enormous heavy energon pouches he didn't remember having a month ago. No wonder the glass had broken, clearly his breasts were too much strain! When he got back to campus he'd have to speak to the university doctors. He hated to say it, but he had to close up and end his hot date early.

The other mech was understanding and handed over Ratchet's energy pills before he left for the evening. Ratchet looked over the package, noticing it had changed from his empty pack. This time the box was a lighter pink, and all the text was in cybertronian. He read the box carefully now that he could understand it and froze up. The packaging wasn't a natural energy booster, or at least it wasn't a good description of what he was given. The pills Ratchet had been taking daily for weeks was what mechs would use to feminize their frames before any update work to lay groundwork for new plating. Ratchet's protoform was redistributing to thicken his thighs and aft and caused his usually inactive excess energon pouches to fill rapidly. It probably tied to his bad eating habits too, he figured. Only wanting sweets to bulk out his protoform more for all the changing it had done. Ratchet barely noticed the changes under his armor, but now that he was really examining it, he did feel more loose in some places and tighter in others.

He bounced between turning around to give his hook up a piece of his mind or going home and ended up just going back to his dorm. He could get angry and do something about the pill switch once exam week was over. He needed his full focus on his classes, even if studying without his pills was exhausting. Maybe just for a little longer Ratchet could stay on his pretty pills, but he'd stop right after exams.... And maybe after the party he planned to go to after exams, after all the horny pent up medbots in training would love to get their hands on his milky tits, and getting fondled by dozens of big strong mechs sounded amazing to Ratchet. -🌱

RATCHET FORCEFEM!!!! Aaaaaa!!!! Medic in training, he should've known not to take strange pills from shady older bots, but spike makes his head muddy, and he liked the promise of a little energy boost. His pills make him feel so good, not in a suspicious way, he's just... so lively and full of energy these days. aw, if only his chest wouldn't ache so much <33 i bet his contract loved watching him fill out a little bit, and his titties spilling out was just the cherry on top.

Ratchet should stop taking the pills, but it would be so stupid to go cold turkey now. And his titties are a big hit with all his classmates, and Ratchet loves having them fondled by big strong hands and maybe he should just have a little reframe so his fat thighs aren't so tight under their plating and maybe get a slightly bigger windshield so his chest isn't too sore all the time.

Soon he'll be a curvy little thing that no mech can take their optics off of...