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the-fab-fox · 7 months ago

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I come bearing a request! If it doesn't make you uncomfortable — ignore this if it does — could you please write platonic headcanons or a oneshot about the Pomfiore trio helping yuu who's on her (or their) period and has cramps & is just feeling gross?

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Absolutely, I can, my friend!

I enjoyed writing this so much. I love seeing these three and Yuu getting on so well in Book 6. It makes my heart so happy to see it.

So naturally, I wanted to include that same vibe with this one.

As a note, since I don't really mention it until further in the oneshot, this takes place during the SEC group preparing for the SDC.

I hope you enjoy, sweet anon! And if you feel up to it, in case you don't want to comment directly on the fill itself, feel free to shoot me a dm if you wanna let me know how you like it.

Thanks again for the adorable request!

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Platonic F!Reader with Vil, Rook, and Epel.

[Fill under cut due to length.]

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The Ramshackle Prefect watched the dancers closely. She smiled to herself with a soft chuckle.

The chuckle quickly became a grimace as, yet again, her uterus decided to give her a swift horse kick back to reality.

This sucks. I'm grateful that Sam had the things I needed but they don't really have anything like Tylenol or Ibuprofen here.

Sam had given her a little protip though, before she had left his shop.

“Talk to Professor Crewel about this.”

She did just that.

Crewel had told her that he would make a potion which would likely act in the same manner as the medicines from her world but it would take two days. He frowned at her and snapped his riding crop in his hand.

“In the future, you are to inform me at least four days before your cycle starts so you won't have to wait so long for relief from the cramps. Is that understood?”

She snapped to attention. “Yes, sir!”

Crewel smiled empathetically. “Good girl. You may go but before you do, here—”

He opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out what looked like a Hershey bar. He passed it to her and she took it tentatively. After all, Crewel didn't seem like the type to give gifts or rewards to students.

“It's chocolate. It won't do as much as the potion will but it is something that is already made so we'll take what we can get, won't we, pup?”

The otherworlder nodded and smiled. “Thank you for helping me with… all of this.” Out of nerves, she waved vaguely at the lower half of her body. “You and Sam have been so helpful and nice about it.”

Crewel nodded. “It's nothing. Especially since I know exactly how you feel.”

She tilted her head and frowned.

What on earth did that mean? What was he—

Oh!

No way!

Her eyes widened and she blurted out the question that immediately came to mind before she could stop herself.

“Professor Crewel, did you just subtly slip in the fact that you're a transman?”

Crewel grinned. “Well spotted, Prefect. I swear, you have more intuition and common sense than most of the students at this school combined.”

She blushed at the compliment. She never had been good at accepting them. Most of the time, they made her uncomfortable.

Even with how uncomfortable she was, the compliments still pleased her. In her mind, Crewel was one of the best teachers at the school. Even with his weird BDSM vibe he had going on with that ridiculous riding crop.

Maybe she was being a little unfair. She just hated it when Crewel would appear by her and her friend’s desk and snap that thing.

It wasn't her fault she was easily jump scared.

She thanked him instead of commenting on the compliment—what would she even say to that?—and had taken her leave.

Brought out of the memory but yet another sharp squeezing sensation, the Ramshackle Prefect let out a little whimper.

Damnit. Why did I eat all that chocolate bar in one sitting? I'm sure Crewel wouldn't mind giving me another, if he even has one. And Sam should have them in stock. I should go after practice and grab one.

Unfortunately, there was no telling how long practice would be.

“Mademoiselle Trickster. Forgive me, but tu vas bien? Are you feeling alright?”

She blinked up at Rook. There was that sharp, observant gaze but just behind it, she saw genuine concern.

She smiled.

Well, she tried anyway before another cramp hit her. This one was more intense than the last as well. She could also feel the beginnings of a migraine and bemoaned her lack of the potion.

“Ouch,” she groaned.

“Rook! Why are you over here? You're supposed to be with the others, practicing.”

Rook didn't look chastised in the least. She had always found that pretty impressive. The fact that Vil could just bark his disappointment and Rook would apologize genuinely but that would be that.

Unfortunately, she was nothing like Rook. Vil was also unfathomably beautiful, famous, snarky, and direct. Those combinations very often did not suit people like her. She was grateful, however, that Vil seemed to be an exception.

Yeah, he could be harsh, but only when it was necessarily or well deserved. To her, Vil seemed more like a bossy but supportive big sister. She was just intimidated by the rest of him.

“Oui,” Rook replied. “I simply came over because I could tell that our dear Trickster here is not feeling well.”

Vil turned those lavender eyes on her and she found she could not look away. His eyes narrowed as he looked her over.

“What's going on?”

The Ramshackle Prefect surprised herself as she suddenly burst into tears.

Okay, it wasn't as dramatic as all that, but she did end up crying.

“Prefect?”

Vil's tone was still firm but had softened significantly.

She sighed as she looked at him. “I'm sorry… I… well, I started my period and there's no medications here like back home that can help with it,” she said, her voice sounding whiny to her own ears. God, she hated how whiny her period made her. And how utterly disgusting she felt being a foot from Vil Schoenheit.

She sucked in a breath, and continued. “Crewel is making a potion for me…he's so nice… he doesn't show it but he is. But he said it's going to take 2 days, maybe 3, before the potion will be ready. But the cramps are so bad and now my head is starting to hurt. It's definitely the beginning of a migraine.”

Vil was suddenly all action so fast that she felt a little lightheaded for a second or two.

“Rook. Go to Sam’s and get anything you can think of that helps with a period. Then go get one of my silk pajama sets, a pair of my softest slippers, and my facial kit. Bring the lavender scented—no!—bring the ginger infused facial products. And a bit of our peppermint tea.”

Rook snapped to attention. “I won't be but a moment,” he assured them both before leaving quite dramatically. But that was normal for the odd third year.

Vil looked at her before scanning the others practicing their dance moves into the mirror.

“Epel!”

The periwinkle-haired first year glanced over in question.

“Ah—yes, sir?”

“Please come here a moment.”

The Prefect watched as Epel did as ordered, coming to stand before them both. He glanced at her, obvious concern in his eyes now that he could see her up close.

“Hey, what's wrong?”

She sighed and shook her head, no longer feeling emotional enough to blurt it out. She nodded instead at the silent question in Vil's eyes.

“The Prefect is on her period. Unfortunately, she didn't think to bring this up with Crewel prior to getting it but it's understandable, considering everything she's gone through since her arrival. I'm assuming this is your first period since coming here?”

She grimaced and nodded. Back home, it wasn't often that she skipped periods. The times she did, however, were usually due to stress and the next one she did get was always worse. That was what was happening here, to the letter.

She looked at Vil with surprise. It was her understanding that Vil had no siblings. He smiled at her surprise.

“In my line of work, you get to know a great number of people. Many of them get periods. It's also imperative to familiarize oneself with others’ physiology and not just one's own when making potions.”

The Prefect just nodded her head. It made a lot of sense but she felt too exhausted to do anything more.

Epel looked at her with sympathy. “What can I do to help?”

Vil smiled. “That's precisely why I called you over. Will you please tell the others that something has come up that couldn't be helped so the rest of practice is canceled.” He paused for a moment, considering the group. “Also inform them that I want them to practice their moves for an hour in front of a mirror tonight. Wait… Spudling 1 and 2 should do 2 hours. Then I'd like you and Grim to ask the chefs if they wouldn't mind making a simple chicken and noodle soup for her. You don't have to answer any questions. If they push, have them come talk to me. That should take care of things nicely.” He tilted his head imperiously. “Did you get all of that, baby spudling?”

He'd do well as an owl, she thought out of nowhere and was grateful that she hadn't voiced the thought aloud.

“Whatda I lookit to ya—erk—I mean, yes, sir. The rest of practice is canceled, but they are to do 1 hour of practice back home. 2 for Ace and Deuce. Then I'm to go to the kitchens with Grim to get Chicken and Noodle soup for the Prefect.”

“Very good. Go on now.”

Epel hurried off.

Vil smiled sympathetically at her now. She sighed her feelings on the whole matter.

“Do not worry, my dear. We'll get you sorted. Tomorrow you will be off duty as well. If you would like, I can inform the Headmage that you will need to be out of classes as well due to being sick.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? You'd do that for me? They'll be okay with that?”

In her experience, people with periods were generally just expected to get on with life despite the pain and feeling like complete garbage. Pick oneself up by the bootstraps, and all that.

Vil snorted. “They trust me. I've earned their respect and with good reason. They'll accept with no other details aside from being too sick to come.”

She was suddenly filled with the desperate urge to hug him. She was that thankful. Luckily, she was able to hold back.

Tears began to creep at the corners of her eyes again and it was with a softer voice that she thanked him.

“Think nothing of it, Prefect. While I am empathetic, especially with things that are unavoidable, I'm also thinking of the group and the SDC. With a period there's no way you wouldn't be distracted and understandably so, therefore it would be a waste of time to make you do your job when you feel as you do.” He smiled apologetically once more with a sigh. “Better to have you miss a couple days and come back to us fresh and rested than to make you suffer and possibly lengthen both the period as well as our training. You're also not one of the performers so it's not absolutely necessary for you to be at every practice. Preferable, definitely, but not necessary.”

She beamed at him. “You're a really good person Vil, I don't care what anybody else says.”

Vil raised a brow. “Oh? Well thank you, but let's not hurry away from the topic. What is it that others are saying?”

A confused expression crossed her face before she realized she'd used a joke phrase from her world. He, obviously, would have no idea what she was talking about.

“Sorry… that's just a thing we say where I'm from. Basically, you're just saying it as a joke because no one is really, actually saying anything. It's just…” she waved her hand in frustration and sighed. “Is not important.”

“Don't talk like that, Prefect. What we have to say must always be treated as important. Why would we say it if it wasn't important to us? Besides, I understand what was meant from your explanation. I know well that not everyone is able to or even wishes to handle my intensity and dedication to putting forth one's best self at every opportunity.”

It was her turn to smile empathetically.

“Their loss,” she said, meaning every bit of it. Vil smiled.

“Thank you kindly, my dear. I don't need the reassurance but I'm happy to know that you think so. Furthermore, I agree completely.”

They both laughed softly and she felt a little better.

The door opened and the miserable girl noticed the room was empty aside from Vil and herself, as well as Rook who had returned as promised.

“How is our little Trickster?” He asked as he joined them, quickly pulling a table over before setting all the things he carried upon it.

The Ramshackle first year rolled her eyes but it was in a fond manner. She had to admit that Rook’s odd tendencies were growing on her a little. He was weird as fuck but he was also a really good guy when it came down to it.

Neither she nor Vil had a chance to answer as the door opened again. Epel came in, bearing a large bowl with a utensil sticking out. It was still steaming; the gentle clouds billowing behind Epel as he hurried to her as fast as he could without spilling any of it's contents.

The scent of the soup reached her nose not long after that and her stomach growled loudly. The others laughed as she blushed and covered her face with her hands.

A bowl was now in her peripheral vision and she looked up at Epel with a smile of thanks. He smiled back at her as she took it, breathing in the steam with a happy sigh.

“Your stomach growling as it did also suggests you have not been keeping hydrated. Be sure you're taking breaks throughout the day to drink plenty of water. Understand?”

The Ramshackle Prefect nodded.

“Good. Now, the three of us are going to take care of you for a little while. That will relax your body and your nerves. It'll likely alleviate your migraine as well. The cramps should lessen for the evening, at the very least.”

“I took the liberty of getting a heating pad for you—non! I will not accept payment. This is a gift between friends.”

Vil nodded. “Likewise.”

“The same goes for me even though I'm not sure what I can do.”

Vil smiled at him. “I'll show you.”

The girl looked from Vil, to Epel, to Rook. Yet again, overcome with emotion, she felt tears rush to her eyes and she grumbled as she tried to brush them away.

“Oh, you poor dear,” Vil said. His tone was the softest she ever heard it.

Then he did something that surprised her tears into stopping as if she was some protagonist in a shoujo anime.

He hugged her, taking care not to spill the bowl still in her hands.

Vil Schoenheit had just hugged her.

Was she dreaming? Had she passed out?

While she wasn't interested in him, at least not like that, he was famous and impossibly beautiful. Besides, she probably smelled. She really hoped she didn't smell.

Vil didn't seem to mind it if she did at that moment though so she did the only thing she could think of…besides just standing there.

She hugged him back, using one hand to carefully hold the bowl of still steaming soup.

That seemed to be the cue for Epel and Rook who hugged them both.

The group hug went on for a few more moments before Vil pulled away, causing the other two to do so as well.

“Alright! Eat your soup, my dear, and then the real work begins.” He smirked. “I finally have the perfect excuse to take care of those dreadful pores.”

The Prefect tried to fake glare at him, but in the end, she just chuckled and shrugged.

“Thank you for this, you guys. It… it means a lot.”

Vil just shushed her.

“Eat your soup, Stage Manager. My time is precious and, by now, you've learned well that I don't like to waste it.”

Smiling, the Ramshackle Prefect and temporary Stage Manager did as she was told.

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hornyhornyhimbos · 2 years ago

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i just think that eddie would be very eager to learn how to eat you out ♡

18+ as always, semi-virgin!eddie x innocent!virgin!afab!reader, oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, multiple orgasms for reader, explicit language, nicknames (baby, princess), small mention of porn, reader doesn't shave down there, 1.2K words, not beta read!

slightly inspired by this post by @mantorokk-writes and this art by @edsforehead

part one | filthy fridays | ask box

eddie all but dragged your skirt up your body, bunching it at your waist. his hands moved to toy with the waistband of your panties, nearly cumming again at the sight of the soaked, pink material. "well, baby," he said, his mouth hovering desperately close to your core, "we've got a lot to cover during this study session."

"wait, eddie," you said, tugging at your skirt and covering yourself back up.

his previously dark eyes misted over with tears at the sight. he wanted nothing more than to have access to every inch of your body, and the idea of you hiding yourself was incomprehensible to him.

"what's the matter, baby?" he asked, voice suddenly thick.

you shifted uncomfortably in your spot on his bed, nervously pulling at your skirt. your eyes darted away from his, but he met your chin with a finger, lifting your face to connect your gazes. "hey, we don't have to go any further than you want to. say the word and we can cuddle or grab some food or-"

you shook your head, your stomach fluttering at his gentleness. "no, it's okay. i just…"

his thumb swiped gentle strokes over your cheek, his tone endearing as he inquired, "what is it then? is it something i did?"

"no, it's just…" you willed yourself to rip off the band-aid, your eyes darting away again. "i don't shave. down there."

"cool."

"i know it's gross but i don't really know how and i didn't think i'd need to today and-" his words hit you like a freight train, the impact enough to stop you in your tracks. "wait what?"

"i know this isn't the perfect time to admit this but when i watch…" he hesitated, "movies, i usually go for ones that have girls with hair. i think it's way sexier."

your gaze turned to an expression of softness, your eyes nearly teary as they fell on his. "you're not just saying that to get in my panties?"

he shook his head with a chuckle. "body hair is a serious issue. i'd never joke about that," he kidded, his hands meeting your thighs. he gave the supple skin a soft squeeze, internally reveling in the sight of the crescent shapes his fingertips left behind.

"you really wanna go down on me?" your tone was so soft, you were surprised he even heard you. "what if i taste bad?"

eddie rolled his eyes playfully. "nothing about you could ever be bad. besides i've always wanted to try it and if you're a willing candidate, i'd love for you to take my oral virginity. and actual virginity when the time comes." he laughed lightly. "huh, cums."

you were the one to roll your eyes this time. a light switch went off in your brain as you started, "eddie?" he met your gaze, a bashful look coming across his face. "it's not gonna eat itself," you finished.

he crouched in front of you, his hand meeting the waistband of your panties once more. "so needy all of a sudden," he teased, hooking a finger around the fabric. he dragged them down your legs agonizingly slowly, tempted to take a whiff of the pretty cotton, but forcing himself to resist. a soft peck was left on the inside of your thigh, his eyes going dark as they made contact with your cunt. "pretty," he smiled, a goofy smile like he'd already been fucked silly.

the second he flattened his tongue against your folds, you knew you were done for. he'd barely made contact with your pussy and you were already hooked. the tip of it barely grazed your entrance, and it already had your legs shaking.

"tell me what feels best, okay?" he said before licking another stripe up your core. "want to make you feel good."

one of your hands managed to latch onto his curls, the other grasping the sheets for purchase. his mouth made contact with your clit, and the feeling from earlier—which you now knew was an orgasm—started to build again.

"mmm," he hummed against the bud, looking up at you with glassy eyes. he pulled away, hooking one arm around your leg. "gonna move your leg, okay? it'll give me a better angle."

you managed to nod before his mouth made contact with your clit once again, his nose resting against your mound. you could've sworn you saw his nostrils flaring, like he was attempting to inhale every last drop of your scent. his opposite hand moved toward the bud, taking over for his mouth as his tongue slipped downward.

"oh, eddie," you sighed, your hips rutting without prompt. his tongue dipped into your hole, an unfamiliar but euphoric feeling. his tongue lapped at your cunt like he hadn't drank in days, your body the perfect oasis.

blown-out eyes peeked over your mound, curled bangs stuck to eddie's sweat-covered forehead. "how am i doing so far?" he asked, trailing kitten licks back up to your clit.

"shit," you sighed as he toyed at your entrance with a finger. you rolled your hips toward the digit, hoping to prompt eddie to continue further.

he chuckled, sliding his finger in up to the first knuckle. "such a foul mouth," he said, tsk-ing his tongue. "who knew my sweet baby was capable of saying two cuss words in one day?"

before you could form a rebuttal, he plunged his finger in all the way, thrusting it in slow but hypnotizing motions. "keep that- fuck -keep that up, eddie, and i'm gonna be saying a lot fucking more."

he suckled your clit and continued his finger's pace, his dick somehow managing to harden even more at the sight of your furrowed brows. "that, princess, sounds like a challenge."

he hooked a second finger in, the cool metal on his middle finger leaving you nearly speechless. you clenched around him as his mouth reconnected to your bud, the sight of him peeking over the hairy bump between your legs somehow managing to be both erotic and endearing. your head fell back against his mattress, your nails digging into his blanket as he worked your hole faster.

"holy fuck, eddie, it's-" you started, cut off by a moan as he pushed a third finger in. "shitshitshit, eddie, that feeling-"

"you're gonna cum, aren't you, princess?" he asked, his voice teasing. he licked another slow stripe over your clit, his tongue rough in the best way.

his mouth met your cunt in an open-mouthed kiss, practically making out with the bud. his fingers sped up, and your second orgasm washed over you, your legs shaking as they wrapped around his shoulders.

"fuck, eddie, don't stop!" he looked up at you through wet eyelashes, giving you a hum of approval. his fingers pulled you through your orgasm, and before long, you came again, your voice hoarse from the string of expletives and moans falling from your lips.

eddie gently removed his fingers, a small whimper slipping from your mouth at the loss of contact. he unhooked your legs from his shoulders, standing to kiss you, blatantly ignoring the dark spot on the front of his boxers. you moaned into his mouth, savoring the salty taste. his tongue slipped into your mouth, making out with you in the same fashion he had with your pussy moments prior.

he crashed down beside you on the bed, tossing an arm over your exposed tummy. his opposite hand settled between your legs, cupping your pussy but careful not to overstimulate you too much in one day. "that, princess," eddie grinned up at you, eyes glazed over and a goofy sideways smile flashing up at you, "was definitely my favorite part of today's homework."

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messybouquetoflilies · 3 months ago

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This wasn't the reason before, but after seeing your new dumb post my new reason is because you think you aren't "safe" around Trump supporters. You are a clear victim to fear porn if you believe that. Trump and Harris are both liars, frauds, and puppets for a corrupt system, but Trump supporters (for the most part) are amazingly wonderful people (other than their blind allegiance to an actor playing his part, just like Harris plays hers). The vast majority do not care if you're a faggot pretending to be a girl, they just want you to stop guilting, shaming, and trying to force everyone else to play pretend with you (as well as supporting the indoctrination and grooming of children). If you want to live inside your imagination, then by all means go ahead, but that doesn't mean the rest of the world needs to play along with your delusions or be quiet with their opinions.

Regardless of what you think of this message, I want to implore you not to give in to fear. If you live a life centered around love, then you have nothing to be afraid of. If you turn people into monsters inside your head, then of course that's what you'll see when you look at them, regardless of the reality in front of you.

Get off Tumblr. Get off the internet. Breathe fresh air. Walk on grass. TALK to people face to face and live inside the real world. You're killing your soul by spending so much time online, drowning in toxic, hateful ideologies. Thinking with your dick instead of your heart. I'm pretty sure you don't believe you have a soul, anyway, which is just further proof you're destroying yourself. Why else would someone get off to being beaten and abused? Being treated like a dog? You have no self-worth and you want everyone else to be just as miserable as you. You don't love yourself, so how can you ever expect anyone else to love you? All you'll ever find is people who get off to the idea of fucking and hurting the costume you choose to attach yourself to. Your entire life is the way it is because you don't take accountability for anything. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. You are on the wrong path. In ten years when you're in the exact same spot, wondering why things are so bad for you, why people cut you out of their lives, questioning what you could have done differently, feeling alone and unlovable, still staring at your computer screen and wishing things would change, still pretending like it's the world's fault and not your own, I hope you remember this anon and start making the right choices for yourself. You're a man. Get your shit together and act like one. Then once you've finally learned to love yourself as you are and you straighten out the mess of your life, by all means - act like the dumbest, prettiest lil' puppy bitch you wanna be behind closed doors. Separate reality from fantasy instead of trying to merge them into one. You will NEVER find happiness if you carry on how you have been. The only people who will love you are the ones who are happy to keep you sick and mentally ill so long as that means they never have to face their own demons.

it really is the most boring piece of shit little worm answers from people like you lol. crazy you tell me im on this website too much when you literally respond to my posts within minutes. someones obsessed 😇

why is it always the same speech 😔 cant you loser pieces if shit come up w something new and interesting to say? ive heard this before. you're wrong. there you go, thats my argument. it has just about the same level of depth and introspection as the 9 paragraphs you just sent. you get to see one side of me on the internet with no context and you think you can say all that. get a life

spending your free time sending personalized, anons to a blog in a dark corner of the internet that averages 1 note a post, and then telling them they spend too much time on the website is psycho behavior. get help, and make actual friends im begging you.

you're weird and gross for thinking like this. stop trying to control other people you know nothing about, and do a lil work on urself. look into your own beliefs and the sources you're getting your entertainment and information from. get some perspective in life and stop wasting your time being such a sad, boring, loser <3

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kurorotic · 2 years ago

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snos | practice kissing

"Ya should ask him to try practice kissing."

"... what?"

Atsumu points from Rintaro to Osamu.

"Sunarin. Ya. Practice Kissing."

"Why the fuck would I ask him that?!"

Atsumu gives him a look, Osamu returns it with a scowl.

"Are we still pretendin' that ya don't like him?"

Osamu wants to rebuff that, but it's steadily getting harder when just last week Atsumu discovered Osamu's collection of Rintaro's selfies on his phone.

It's totally normal for friends to trade selfies! Even shirtless ones!

"Anyway, seein' as I have the most experience out of the two of us, ya should listen to my fuckin' advice."

"Yer longest relationship was three months."

"Longevity isn't the subject, dumbass, it's about me scoring in the first place."

Osamu scowls deeper, Atsumu's smug rises.

"Practice kissing is the easiest way ta get what ya want, yer lips on him."

"I'm pretty sure he'll fuckin' laugh at such a stupid suggestion."

"He probably will, /but/, he also agrees ta doin' whatever the fuck ya want. Ya can't even deny that."

This is... true, he can't recall the last time Rintaro said no to him and actually meant it. He's also just, one of the most open minded people that Osamu knows.

"So I am supposed to just fuckin'... ask?"

"Preferably when yer alone and where I can't see."

"Yer the one who brought it up, I should make ya watch."

"Yer so fuckin' gross."

"Yer an idiot!"

"Can't leave you two alone for three minutes without you fighting."

They both see Rintaro's bored gaze on them, "keep going, I need more content for tiktok."

Osamu's eyes drift to Rintaro's lips.

Practice kissing.

There's no way Rintaro would fall for such a transparent scheme. But then... laying on Rintaro's bed the way they do.

Close enough to touch, to leave Osamu wondering, hoping that Rintaro will close the gap.

Rintaro claims his spot next to, or really, /on/ Osamu as he hugs him from the side and rests his chin on his shoulder.

Osamu feels his heart rate pick up from Rintaro's warm weight on him, he's always been extra touchy with Osamu, but now that he's aware.

So, aware.

"Rin?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are ya free after school? I wanna try somethin'."

"Mmm... I have to pick my sister up from dance... but yeah, I'm good."

Osamu just hums in response, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering from what he's going to ask his best friend slash crush.

Lunch ends, classes go on, volleyball practice is the usual, Osamu splits with Rintaro and gets an obnoxious slap on the back from Atsumu.

Rintaro's sister's friends are all giggly and bashful upon seeing the two high schoolers, Osamu is too busy all in his head to notice.

He wants to kiss Rintaro.

They /finally/ have alone time when they're shut off in Rintaro's room and now Osamu has to figure out how to ask.

"What'dya wanna try?"

Rintaro sounds so much more relaxed, bless him.

They resumed their spot on Rintaro's bed, laptop open with some music playing and completely ignoring the homework they need to do in favor of scrolling through twitter.

"Nothin' serious, just... ya ever kiss someone?"

"Girl in 5th grade, how I discovered I'm gay."

Oh. Rintaro likes boys. Good start.

"I've never kissed anyone."

Osamu should probably feel more embarassed about that, but Rintaro shows little reaction as he turns over on his side to face him.

"No one?"

"Never found anyone I wanted to."

"Do you have someone now?"

Yes.

Osamu's still laying on his back, his gray eyes meet calm green and once again, his heart is threatening to fly out his rib cage.

"Maybe... I was wonderin' if ya wanted to practice kissing..."

Osamu feels the cringe crawl up his spine.

"So you can kiss someone else?"

"So we can /both/ be ready to kiss whoever we like in the future."

Rintaro crinkled his nose at that, cute.

"We don't hafta, it was just an idea."

The silence was weird, Osamu was thinking maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.

"If you wanna, then do it."

Rintaro made absolutely no move, just laid there as Osamu blinked at him.

"Ya sure?"

"It's chill."

Osamu waited just a beat before moving the laptop towards the foot of the bed and... well, kinda situated himself on (?) Rintaro.

Pretty, Rintaro looks so pretty underneath him.

There's hands on lace around his neck and Osamu tries to think back to dramas and movies he's seen, but his mind is blank.

"I dunno what the fuck I'm doin'."

"Me either."

A giggle breaks out between them and the tension slowly melts, but Osamu figures he should get it on with.

He leans in, Rintaro closes his eyes and Osamu admires him a little more.

The dark eyeliner around his eyes, the hint of more makeup that Osamu doesn't know shit about.

But makes Rintaro look even prettier.

He's the one to close the gap, his eyes fluttering shut as their lips touch. It's... not really instant fireworks and a choir singing.

More like clumsy movements as they try to navigate it on their own.

Rintaro's fingers move up in his silver hair, gently tugging as their lips continue to move against each other.

Osamu's liking this the longer they go...

They take minute breaks to catch their breath, but they can't keep their lips off each other for too long.

Tongue.

That is Rintaro's tongue swiping on his lower lip.

Osamu obliges him, opens his mouth so Rintaro can slip it in and soon their tongues slide together.

Kinda weird? Kinda not? Osamu doesn't want to stop and talk about it.

He brings a hand to Rintaro's side, stroking it at they practice makeout.

His fingers catch on the brim of Rintaro's shirt and touch his warm skin beneath, Rintaro seems to be into it.

Getting to touch Rintaro like this... Osamu never thought he'd go this far.

The hand not in Osamu's hair moves over his shoulder, down to his chest and /squeezes/.

"Hey..."

"Mmm...?"

Rintaro slowly blinks up at him, his lips are swollen and shiny from kissing.

"I'm practice titty groping."

"I don't have tits."

"Yes, you do."

Rintaro proves his point by squeezing one, two, three more times.

"Hate ya."

"You like it."

"Do not."

"Do so~"

Osamu shuts him up with another kiss that Rintaro smiles into. Since Rintaro can grab his chest...

Osamu lowers his hand to Rintaro's ass, clad in tight jeans.

Rintaro squeaks as it's groped and Osamu just grins.

"Practice ass grabbing."

"Tits for ass? I'm willing to pay the blood price."

"... dramatic little shit."

Osamu /really/ has no idea how long they practice groping various body parts and stealthily ignore the... hardness between them.

It's only when they hear the sound of his mom pulling up in the driveway that they manage to stop for once.

Osamu lays back on his side of the bed.

"Can I tell ya somethin'?"

"Don't tell me the person you're practicing for."

Osamu glances over at Rintaro, he's sitting up and refusing to look his way.

"What if it's ya?"

"Don't fuck with me, Osamu."

Osamu scoots over to rest a hand on his thigh.

"I'm not, ya know I don't lie ta ya."

Rintaro peers over at him, there's a spark in his eyes before he captures Osamu's lips once more, his fingers lacing with the hand on his thigh.

Osamu's just about to let himself get comfortable again when there's a knock on the door.

Osamu tears away from him and suppresses his laugh as Rintaro hurries to pull his shirt down just enough to cover his boner.

Fine, maybe Atsumu was right. This time.

//snos kissy,,,

#sunaosa #osasuna #twitter thread

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denouemente · 11 months ago

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this was the worst thing that had ever happened to her. to everyone else onboard that stupid private jet too — jackie knew that. what she didn't understand was how content everyone seemed here. they were stuck, for christ's sake! everyone seemed to be almost content with it, started building a life in the wilderness. HOW WAS SHE THE CRAZY ONE FOR HOPING THEY'D BE RESCUED? HOW WAS SHE THE PARIAH NOW, THE SOCIAL OUTCAST? it wasn't fair. IT WASN'T FAIR.

she didn't tell anyone where she was going — not like they'd care anyway. besides, she'd have gone by herself anyway. jackie can't remember the last time she got to have some peace and quiet, and the perfect place for it was when she was going to bathe. was it really bathing if they didn't have soap? it was kind of gross. then again, she didn't really have any other options.

she discards her clothes at the shore and walks knee - deep before sitting in the water, which feels warmer than last time. she supposes she should count her blessings — it could be colder. jackie sighs, crossing her arms over her chest so her hands can rest against her shoulders. this was the worst thing that ever happened to her. she nearly submerses her head under the water when the sound of gravel being crunched on distracts her, which makes her whip her head. it's shauna. thank god.

“ shit! you scared me, shipman. ” she grins at her best friend, turning to look back out at the expansive lake before her. “ sorry i didn't say anything. everyone seemed kind of occupied. ” they were busy sucking off natalie scatorccio and travis martinez for knowing how to handle a gun — how annoying. “ the water's warmer today, if you wanna come in. i was just gonna wash my hair. or try to. have you noticed you don't really feel clean after? i'm going to love the first hot shower i take when we get back. ”

she waits for shauna to join her, and once she sits beside her in the water, she turns to look at her again. her best friend always had such soft features. her gently sloping nose, her full lips and wide eyes. she perfectly complimented jackie's sharper features, even if she'd probably never admit it out loud. “ okay, well, i'm gonna get it over with. ” she says, moving to lean her head back — but she's shocked to feel shauna pushing the water over her scalp, ensuring that she didn't miss any spots. as she lays her head back, jackie swallows, all of a sudden too aware of where they are, of the fact that they're naked in the suspiciously warm lake. she closes her eyes, inhaling softly as she sits up, instantly pulling her knees to her chest and turning to look at her friend. “ okay, your turn. ” she finally exhales, moving an arm to motion for her to lean back. “ if we're gonna be sleeping next to each other for awhile, we better get all that dirt off you. you know, to make room for new dirt. ”

@96buzz, from shauna : WASH - SENDER HELPS RECEIVER WASH THEIR HAIR.

#96buzz #IC: JACKIE TAYLOR.#ANSWERED.#the first ic thing ive written of her wow..#save me jackieshauna #96BUZZ FT. SHAUNA SHIPMAN.

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years ago

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This isn’t really from the prompt list if that's okay, but what about Peter inflicting his show on the poor unprepared cyborg? Maybe followed by an invitation to come up and peel all the costume parts off after? (Probably more gross and sweaty than sexy in reality, but still. They can have a sexy shower together. Or maybe not. You’re probably not supposed to put your prosthetics in the shower. Are there water proof prosthetics? I'm going to look that up now.

I think there might be??? I know you can get waterproof ones, but I think those are meant for swimming.

However, I have an idea, haha.

Warning: shower scene (not much mentioned because I still don't know what the limit is with tumblr when it comes to certain content)

On with the fic!

It wasn't hard to spot Arthur after the show, the man stuck out like a sore thumb in his button up shirt and, of course, a bow tie. Totally not gothic, bow ties. Well, maybe if they were little bat wings, a la Jack Skellington. Maybe Peter should get him one, bet that would look spiffy when Halloween comes around.

"Hey, you actually came to the show!" Peter loudly said as he approached, still fully in costume. He stopped when a stagehand grabbed his wrist, trying to get the fire props off. Probably best he let her do that, don't wanna burn the jacket. Again.

Arthur gave him an awkward smile. "I promised I would finally see your show, Peter."

"And? Whatcha think?"

The smile grew tight and the stagehand snorted. Peter glared at her and she went about removing the other fire prop, still looking amused.

"It was... flashy." Arthur commented. "No, wait, I mean, technically it was, through all the lights and pyrotechnics. But... what's the word I'm looking for..."

"Amazing? Cool? Sexy? Spooky?"

"Camp."

Peter opened his mouth to argue, but then shut it with an audible click. He shrugged. "Alright, you get that one. Vampires are a very camp genre, no matter how hetero some people try to make it."

"Clearly." Arthur commented, watching as a few of the scantly clad vampire actresses walked by.

"The irony is that I'm bi and they're a bunch of lesbians." Peter smirked before throwing an arm around Arthur's shoulders. "Come on, let's go up to the flat, honey. You can tell me more about what you thought on the way up."

"I feel like this is one of instances where I should not voice my opinions or suggestions."

"Boo, that's harsh."

They headed for the lifts together, with Peter talking about the show a bit, explaining the plot, which seemed to have escaped Arthur very early on in the show. Then the man cleared his throat.

"Dear, as much as I enjoy you being close to me, I hate to be rude but... you need a shower."

"Hm?" Peter then realized that for one, he was still in his full costume, and two, he had been prancing about on a stage under dozens of very hot stage lights for over an hour in nearly only leather and a wig.

Yeah, he stunk.

"Right, yeah, could use one of those." Then he smirked, wagging his eyebrow. "Care to join me?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down. "I suppose I could."

Peter didn't hesitate to drag Arthur through the flat to his personal bathroom once they arrived, though he was sure to be careful to make sure the cyborg didn't stumble as they did. Once in the bathroom, Peter suddenly pressed Arthur against a wall, kissing him hard, wanting.

Arthur was quick to return it, and he felt warm, talented hands touching at the bare skin exposed by his jacket. "You... you need out of this." Arthur panted. "You are wearing too many layers."

"Tsk, like you're one to talk." Peter teased and gave the bow tie a tug and let it come undone. It was cute that he chose to wear a red one, maybe he thought it was fitting for a vampire show?

"Yes, but you're sweaty and I think the leather is trying to fuse with you."

"No, that's just how tight the pants are to begin with. Wanna help me with that problem?"

Arthur looked a little flushed and he nodded, hands trailing downwards as Peter popped two buttons on Arthur's shirt, seeing a bit of chest hair. Peter would never understand how a guy like this, who, for one, was way out of his league, was so god damn attractive, and so very, very into him. Well, he wasn't gonna complain.

At least not about that, he was gonna complain about his pants, as Arthur seemed to be struggling with trying to get them down his hips. "Are you sure these are not painted on, dear boy?"

"Trust me, this is normal with them." Peter grumbled, such a mood killer.

Arthur's shirt was removed and Peter got an excellent look at his body, leaving small kisses and nips as he felt his wig get removed. "Gotta remove the rest too, or else I Iook even more like a gay pirate." Peter said as he let Arthur help him remove the facial hair. Then fingers ran through his sweaty, messy locks, and he nearly purred at the contact.

It took a bit of maneuvering before they were finally off, along with the boots that Peter forgot he was wearing. Now he was just in the jacket and a pair of underwear that might be skimming the definition of. Arthur seemed to like them, considering he traced a finger along the waistband of them, biting his lip.

Mood revived from the dead!

Finally, the jacket was removed, dropping to the ground, and he threw off his rings and necklaces, tossing them to the floor with clicks and clatters. He dropped to his knees in front of Arthur and licked his lips, so glad the man wasn't wearing a belt as he popped the button of his fly with his tongue, a silly talent of his.

Arthur made a small noise, a hand grabbing at his hair, giving it a tug, before Peter used his teeth to pull down the zipper, and then grabbed onto the sides of his pants. Peter pulled them down and then stopped.

"Uhhh... honey?"

"Y-yes?" Arthur asked, blinking.

"Are your robo legs waterproof?"

Arthur frowned and glanced down, seeming to forget he was wearing prosthetics. "Oh, uh, no, not this pair. I do have ones for when I do physical therapy, but I didn't think to bring those. I usually just sit in the shower."

"Right." Well, this might cause some problems.

Oh, wait!

"Pop off your legs, I've got somethin'!"

Arthur raised an eyebrow but moved to sit down on the edge of the large whirlpool bath in the room, unlatching his prosthetic legs as Peter got the shower ready and removed the last of his costume and clothes. He turned to face Arthur, who was removing his boxers, the two of them staring at one another.

Peter approached and held out his arms. "You, uh, you mind if I... carry you? I know you hate feeling... ya know."

"Oh, no, it's fine. Thank you for asking first, I do not like being manhandled."

"That's not what you said in bed the other night." Peter laughed and got a slap on the arm for that. With a little effort, and a lot of help from Arthur, he picked up his boyfriend and quickly carried him to the large shower, where a bench was inside.

"Sometimes I'm too drunk to stand well, so the bench is a fuckin' blessing." Peter said as he sat him down on it, watching as the water from the different shower heads were already messing up Arthur's perfectly styled hair. Hot.

"Lovely." Arthur commented, smiling. "Now, where were we?"

"I think I was supposed to be getting cleaned up, though I could... use a little help?"

"I think I can provide assistance with that, love." He said, pulling Peter down closer for another breath-stealing kiss.

I know Peter is an ass, but he is considerate of Arthur when it comes to his handicap. Mostly cause he knows that Arthur will not be pleased if he thinks he's helpless.

Also, I know in movies and stuff when people take off wigs, they always have perfect hair, and even David had that going for him in Fright Night, but that's not how that works. I used to wear wigs and I've had a number of years of stage experience to know that you do not have sexy, perfect hair after all that when taking off a wig, haha. Also, don't wear so much leather, you need to let your skin BREATHE!

Also, can you imagine? Peter getting Arthur spooky bow ties? Do you know how badly I actually want those for myself? I would happily wear those often if I had them.

#good omens extended universe #arthur x peter vincent #john's drabbles

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ditzydoefx · 4 months ago

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Sweater Weather ✿ Flufftober Day Four -- Kyle

Summary: Kyle takes you on a date to a drive in and it gets a little chilly! WC: 850 <3 Song of the day: Video Games ❁ Lana Del Rey

Your stomach feels like it's churning and for a moment you vaguely think this is what being gutted feels like. It's a gross mix of nervousness and excitement, you try to give yourself some grace though. It's your first date in an embarrassingly long time and you're going on a date with a man so perfect he rivals prince charming.

A few weeks ago your friend and her boyfriend, Johnny, moved into a new place and they threw a little house warming party with a couple of close friends. Your date, Kyle, is a close friend and teammate of Johnny's so he was also there. When he arrived to the party your friend was quick to introduce you two.

"I think you guys will get along great! Why don't you two chat while I grab another beer!" Then, she promptly left you guys alone (not without sending a cheeky wink your way first).

To her credit, she was right. Despite the rough start to your conversation, you found that you guys had a lot in common. He listened to you attentively, and showed genuine interest in the things you talked about, honestly you were smitten from the start. At one point during the conversation, you had mentioned how you really like drive in movies and were hoping you could find an area near you that projected a couple of classics.

"I actually know a place just outside of town that does drive ins. I could take you! That is, if you want to?"

You grimace whenever you think about how eagerly you said yes.

Now you're here, sitting in Kyle's suspiciously spacious trunk, with your bodies so close together you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. Normally, you wouldn't like going to the movies on a first date, but this was vastly different. Kyle took the time to find the perfect parking spot, he made sure you guys were close enough to the screen that you could see and hear, but also parked far enough away that you two could chat without disturbing other viewers.

Not to mention you're close to all the food stalls.

It was like the best date you've had, honestly, probably ever. Not that you have many others to compare it too, but it definitely takes the cake.

"Do you want me to grab you another drink?" Kyle's soft voice pulls your attention from the projector screen.

You turn to him, a shy smile gracing your lips as his stupidly warm brown eyes meet yours.

"No I'm okay! Honestly if I drink anything else that's cold I might freeze my insides." He chuckles quietly at your words, his little smile causing your face to warm.

" You sure? I can go see if there's some more hot chocolate, can't have your insides freezing now can we love?" There's a teasing lilt in his voice that sends electricity down your spine, and if things keep going at this rate your insides might melt.

"Kyle…" The way you drag out his name has a cheeky smirk growing on his face. "I promise I'm fine! You've already done so much for me…"

He suddenly scoots his body closer to yours and you inhale softly, your body continuing to heat up under his gaze. Kyle reaches behind you, his face (and lips), just mere inches from yours. You hear the sound of rustling behind you before suddenly feeling fabric drape over your shoulders.

"Then… this is the least I can do for you." His smirk grows a bit wider as you begin to nervously chew on your bottom lip.

You take a deep breath, an abrupt surge of confidence shooting through your veins.

"I think you just wanna see me in your jacket…" He laughs at that, shaking his head softly at your attempted teasing.

"Yeah, well there's quite a few things I'm interested in seeing you in.." You let out an surprised gasp at his words.

"Kyle!" You scold him gently, a soft 'thwap' sound as your hand playfully hits his shoulder.

The chorus of your quiet, shared laughter fills the space between you. When it eventually fades, you and Kyle make eye contact, the tension between you filling the air.

"I'd really like to kiss you." His words make you exclaim softly, your mouth hanging slightly agape.

"I'd really like to kiss you," He repeats. "Can I?"

You nod your head stupidly, and he smiles at you sweetly before closing the gap between you. His lips are warm and he kisses you like it's the only thing he's ever wanted to do. When the kiss ends, it feels like it's over much too soon. You have to remind yourself to not be greedy.

After a few moments, you glance over to the projector screen only to see the ending scenes.

"We missed the end of the movie!" You say between giggles.

"Oh… Oops?" He gives you a crooked smile and you lean in to press a soft kiss to his nose.

"It's okay, I'll let you make it up to me on our next date."

#kyledrabble #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #gaz cod #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #bambisflufftober #flufftober #doedelivers #doesideas #flufftober2024 #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty mwii #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2

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the-firebird69 · 8 months ago

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There's a lot of people thinking that some of these are already out does the **** have songs about them and they're saying we didn't think that at the time we weren't seeing that and they think they said something back and all that good stuff he says. Really Justin was doing it by accident and the girl was having to do it or something and he doesn't care for that so Justin has to have a talk with her and my husband says that seventeen is gonna get out of here with bat 17 and the Mac who is headed up that movie is laughing she's old enough and it's gross but that's how it is here. Not with my husband trying to avoid them. There is a huge issue now that yeah Justin was blown smoking his face and he stopped right away does he not have to stop just blow it out ken so he started laughing but you know it wasn't testy or mean it was just talking and stuff but boy you guys are testy and mean about every little nitpick and stupid little thing and it's probably just about your stashes and caches but they see stuff on the scans and need you to hell out of the way they say. But we need them to fight over it so we can take it. That's what we're doing jen Riva Lard setting you up for the fall we have to use your stuff we designed most of it so it's really ours by law and we don't need to make it stick we can go in there and run your court if you like I mean you're obnoxious people you w....d we're gonna go after you for Daniel

I mean you're obnoxious people you want money and we're gonna go after you for Daniel

Hera

I can't stand that guy is a massive **** and he's also bothering our son constantly we're going to go after him and put a lawsuit together against Churchill and banks and the name is repulsive and we're going after the banks that they were targeting. And they're gonna go to jail in Matt Daddy was right he's gonna leave and it's in the song he's a spoiled little runt and he's wrong. These people are all wrong their math is terrible they they don't do well in school like second grade mathematics basic arithmetic audition subtraction order of precedents they don't understand any of it and they make fun of our son and he's doing something else and doesn't want to do your math problem and he knows about it and doesn't care it does things wrong because he wants to look like he doesn't know but you're stupid and you never do a real test and we like that but we hate you because it's so damn dumb it's very mean what you do and we can be very mean back much meaner horrifically mean it's coming down the Pike too. Gonna produce a lawsuit there's other parties that wanna sue and we're gonna tack our name on and we're gonna go after them for bank fraud and embezzlement and messing with people's 401K's and already there's a lot of people who want to sue them they had a lot of employees at that company about 50,000 and 10 subsidiaries and they're screwing them over and they're getting caught now and beat up and he says he's out of here and he should have done the right thing but he wouldn't the other companies are getting caught too and we're gonna have Bechtel this week and Hara is ecstatic and she she really needs it ford Daniels is her clan and floor danas and we are getting close and we have Flour the Daniels. We understand that in how to get it going and Frank Castle Hardcastle say that it's their code and Duke nuke and blockbuster. We're gonna get going on that we need to but boy you people are soft here's what's happening

- We have tons and tons of people going out to Burning Man huge huge huge numbers it's armies and armies of them at the Vegas area and to all the spots we pointed out in the upper Midwest is a disaster and you think you're gonna walk in and take something like that and you're nuts you can't get within 15 miles without disappearing it's it's like the entity in space but those are just ships yeah it absorbs the carbon this is an amazing day i've never seen so many people move all at once I this treat people are trying to be calm no they're in Utah or Texas really and they're telling our son we're in Texas and stupid **** and it's really ucla in Oklahoma but they're probably at UCOA you know what we mean it was earlier with Utah now it's California and part of it is in California and someone's telling me where it is it's Oklahoma City and really that is it's our area tough sign but people think that the max are below and it's a huge cavern no it's blocked up they say and they say it's been blocked up for a long time so there's not a time of stuff to do out there they say in Oklahoma we have like five businesses that we are revamping and two more that we own there's a division of Morrison Knutson some of their them are there for that division of floor daniels in where revamping it jetblue in about 10 small companies airline companies and two of the big ones United and American and there's like three more large companies Home Depot Lowe's ace grossman's and that's most of those people and they want to come out and they're checking on the status they're having a game anyways and it's kind of minor it's not much going on yet but they will see that signs are posted fences are up but they've seen that for a long time 20 30 years of we're getting ready to do it and these **** are a bunch of weirdos and they don't see all sorts of things so we're getting ready and we're gonna stop them cold it's coming up soon

Thor Freya

We're noticing that these girls are trying to show you their butts and lots of times and what you're saying is it's nice and stuff but it's somewhat insulting that that's all they do and I know what they're saying we want you to leave something in the bathroom and it's horrible they just are horrible people they've done it for years it never works dave was messing around with everybody and it never worked and the other one medicine and all sorts of **** we just can't stand them anymore it's so damn dumb you don't know what they're doing because they're constantly doing things that don't work so it makes people afraid and really there's a lot of it and people are way out of line for letting this happen

Hera

We see a lot of people heading out to those sites to burning man it's 0.0015 percent so it's one tenth of 110th of a percent and it's like a hundredth of 1% which is pretty big. This is the kind of numbers that were really happening but there's a preliminary armies from each area they're coming up from Mexico and big numbers so they are huge huge numbers they're so big that you would actually think that it was impossible. huge forces no are sensing. an none are trumps. none

Olympus

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n1k1tty · 3 years ago

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kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #jake enhypen #enhypen jake x reader #jake x reader #jake sim #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun

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applepi-1 · 2 years ago

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Misunderstanding- Kenma

You stood on the bus holding onto the pole trying not to fall asleep, the thought of Kenma sitting on the couch when you got home was the only thing keeping you up. The woman in front of you was eyeing you as you dozed off for the 100th time. You jumped as your phone went off, the lady in front of you rolled her eyes at how loud it was. "Sorry, sorry." You saw it was Kenma and a small smile formed. "Hey, love. I'm on the way home. Work was tough."

"Another case?"

"Yeah, a murder. Stayed up all night." The people around you looked at you as you closed your eyes sighing into the pole.

"A murder? Another one?"

"Yeah, the body was chopped up so I had to put all the pieces back together... which wasn't technically my job."

"Ew."

"Yeah, tell me about it. I like I have a little blood on my leg. It was so gross."

"I bet. Can't wait to see you, kitten. I cooked dinner since I knew you would be tired and exhausted to come home and cook."

"Thanks baby. I am exhausted and dinner sounds amazing. I just want to be home and take a shower."

"How far are you?"

"Umm..." You looked around trying to see where when you saw a sign. "Oh, this is my stop, I'll be home in like 10 minutes tops."

"I'll fix your bath, get home safe."

"Thanks love. You are amazing." You walked towards the door was the train stopped only to see an officer.

"I need you to come with me, miss." You looked at him confused.

"Hey, um. Kenma can you actually meet me at the police station?"

"What why?"

"Just... meet me there. Get Daichi." You hung up and followed the officer outside to his car. He opened the back door. "May I ask what this is about?"

"Get in the car." You sighed and got in he closed the door behind you before getting in. He called it in on the radio.

"Um sir, I had a really long day I just want to lay in bed."

"Ma'am with all do respect, can't let you do that." You groaned and flopped back into the seat looking out the window. You looked at your phone seeing a message from Daichi.

Dai- Don't say anything until I get there.

You turned your phone off as the car stopped, you waited for the officer to open the door. "Come on." You got out the car and walked inside. He brought you into a room and left you there.

"Okay?" You sat down and looked around the room, noticing it was an interrogation room.

"Mrs. Kozume?"

"Yes?" You looked at the man as he sat in front of you.

"Did anyone tell you why you're here?"

"No, but I'd like to know why."

"We heard you were on a train... talking about murder."

"Wait, hold up. That's not the story."

"So you weren't on a train talking about murder?"

"I mean... I was. But not how you think."

"Then tell me how I should think it is."

"I'm a forensic anthropologist. I look at peoples bones. We had a late night in trying to figure out the murder. My job is to examine the bones and put them in the spot they're suppose to be in. That's my job."

"You have your Id on you?"

"I do." You grabbed your bag and shuffled through it. "Or I don't let me call my colleague and I'll have them bring it down."

"We've heard that one before." You turned your attention to the door as it opened.

"Sorry, sir. We have a Daichi Sawamura here. Wants to speak to you and Mrs. Kuzume."

"Huh.." The man looked at you before the door. "Let him in."

"Ok." You sighed as you saw Daichi.

"Daichi Sawamura. You're quite popular."

"So is Y/n L/n."

"Excuse me?"

"Mrs. Kuzume was a forensic anthropologist before she was married. She goes by Y/n L/n. Her license is being renamed to her marriage name."

"Uh-huh. Well, we have a few more questions then you can go."

"Yes, sir." You groaned and laid your head down. The man got up and walked out the room leaving you with Daichi. "What do I do, Dai?"

"Hey, relax. I'm sure they are gonna run your name through the system and figure it all out. Kenma is waiting outside for you, ok?"

"I just wanna go home. Work was stressful and Kenma made dinner and everything."

"I know. He told me, I'm sure you'll be leaving soon."

"I hope so."

"Sorry about that, Mrs. Kuzume. You are free to go, it won't happen again."

"Let's hope it won't." Daichi stood up and offered you a hand. You got up and walked out the room, grabbed your stuff and walked out the station. "Baby." You groaned as you reached Kenma.

"Hey, love. I ran you a bath while I waited for Daichi. It should still be warm and ready. Let's get you home."

"Thanks, and thank you Daichi."

"Of course. Get home safe." You both went your separate ways.

"I can't believe they arrested you."

"Well, technically they didn't. I didn't have any handcuffs on me thankfully. I just want to go home take a shower and eat with the love of my life."

"Aww. We're almost home love."

"Thank god." Kenma laughed as you pushed yourself into his side, he wrapped an arm around you and sighed.

"Welcome home." This time you laughed as you reached your house. "You go take a bath and I'll heat up the food." You smiled at your husband and kissed his cheek.

"You are amazing."

"I know, you said that earlier." You scrunched your nose and ran upstairs to the shower. Kenma shook his head at you and walked to the kitchen and grabbed your plates. When you were done you saw Kenma waiting in front of the table with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for cooking dinner. This is... sweet."

"Least I can do. You've been working so hard lately, thought you could a use a night of relaxation."

"I love you, Mr. Kuzume." You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"And I love you, Mrs. Kuzume." You smiled as he leaned down and kissed you.

#kenma x you #officer daichi #misunderstanding #confused kenma #kenma kozume #kenma x y/n

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gaysimpsstuff · 4 years ago

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can you write a drabble of s/o age regressing after a scary situation and maybe hawks or dabi (whatever you feel) hugging them and just general fluff and comfort? I totally understand if you don't wanna write this so no pressure!!

Yeppers! As someone who experiences something similar to age regression/ little space, this will be based on my own experiences

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Type: headcanons/drabble

Warnings: Age regression/little space, crying, Manga spoilers for Dabi's backstory, reader being adorable

Other: I'm not %100 sure if I'd call my experience 'little space,' it's something that only showed up in the past year or so. Also, I usually only go into 'little space' when I'm very happy or comfortable or I'm doing something childish, and even after talking to people who actually age regress, I'm not sure what to call my experience.

Fluff Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Touya Todoroki/Dabi-

I feel like he doesn't understand it at first; like mans has never even heard of people who age regress until he met you.

When you first mentioned it to him, he was so confused.

"Okay so- hang on what?"

The first time you actually do it in front of him he literally has no idea what to do, he's so confused and probably more scared than you are.

He has the best intentions, but he did lock you in a room and call Toga for advice when you started to cry.

When you got big again, you were pissed.

And reasonably so.

It took a while, but he eventually got used to your little space and figured out what to do when you did this.

There was a point where he tried to deny how cute he thought it was- you acting like a child and doing childlike things.

He uses it as an opportunity to atone for the things he did as a child to his younger siblings, and as a way to feel like he can actually take care of something.

"Y/n, I'm back!" The door swung shut behind him as he stepped into your apartment, looking around, he couldn't see you. The whole place was a mess, books torn off their shelves and even some broken dishes in the kitchen.

Dabi frowned, he'd seen your apartment like this a couple of times before, usually what happens when you absolutely can't take it anymore.

He peeked inside your room, finding you sprawled on top of the sheets with your clothes still on, fast asleep.

He wished you'd called him, he knew he told you he was on a mission and not to bother him but if you had called he would've dropped anything and everything to appear by your side to comfort you throughout whatever caused this. He crept into your bedroom quietly, pulling the blankets you had kicked onto the ground up and over your body, turning the lights off.

He sighed, grabbing the broom and sweeping up the glass from the broken plate, and throwing it away. He put everything back in its place, even vacuuming the carpet so it was nice and soft when you woke up.

He was just finishing wiping down the counters when he heard you coming out of the bedroom. He turned his head to see you waddling towards him, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"Touya?" you murmured, looking up at him "What are you doing here?"

"I live here too, y'know, it's only natural I come here in my free time," he explained. He felt your arms wrap around him, face pressing into his back.

"Warm..." your voice was soft, and he had to stop himself from burying his face into his arms to escape from the pure ball of cuteness that was hugging him. "Wanna cuddle."

He glanced over his shoulder at you, finding you staring up at him with a pout on your face, oh yeah you were definitely in 'smol mode' as he sometimes called it.

"Wanna cuddle, hm? Sorry baby you gotta wait until I'm finished cleaning."

"Nooooooo" you whined, slowly sliding down his body until you were clutching his leg. "Want cuddles!"

"Just let me fini-"

"Do that later! Cuddles now!"

Dabi chuckled, pressing a hand to his face.

"I can't- I just can't you're too cute like this." He shook his head, laughing now. "Okay fine, I'll cuddle you ya clingy lil baby~"

"Yayyy!" you were on your feet a moment later, arms in the air, giggling "I wanna wear your coat!" you pointed at his jacket, and he chuckled again, shrugging it off his shoulders and flinging it onto your back, helping your arms into the sleeves that were just a little too big for your body.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, looking down at you, he only saw pure love and admiration staring back up at you.

He had to protect this little bundle of joy in his life, this human that made him feel so happy, he would never let anything bad happen to you. When you were big again, he'd ask you what happened, and he'd make sure you'd call him if you were ever stressed.

But he did like the adorable faces you made when you were little.

Keigo Takami/Hawks-

He's a pro hero, he's done his research; so he knows what 'little space' is before he meets you.

But I can promise the commission probably made it seem like something gross, but you're his partner, he knows you're not some horrible person, so maybe he understands age regression wrong.

So.

Many.

Questions.

Like constant questions- it almost feels like he's interrogating you, like seriously it's getting old, Keigo

But he's so precious you kind of have to answer his questions.

Like Dabi, he finds you acting little to be the most adorable thing in the world, sometimes he leaves kid's stuff around the house hoping to trigger your little space so he can hold you and play with you.

He thinks of it as practice for when the two of you have children

The one day Keigo has off, to regrow his wings, all he really wants to do it sleep. Just lay in bed, wrapped up in his blankets and just dream and nap and snore and do nothing.

But little ole you had other plans.

"Keigooooooooo!"

The blonde bird boy shot upright in bed upon hearing your distressed call. He sped down the hall into the living room, panicked, only to find you sitting on the carpet with a box of crayons next to you, a coloring book open, page half filled in.

You looked up at Keigo with wide tear-filled eyes, shakily holding up the blue crayon snapped in half. Your lower lip quivered as you whimpered.

"I-it broke!" you cried, "I'm sorry it broke, Kei!" Keigo melted on the spot, slightly annoyed that you woke him up for something so small, but also-

Holy fuck you were just the cutest thing in the world.

He hoped your only stress would forever be broken crayons.

"It's okay, Y/n, things break sometimes, you're not in trouble." he cooed, sitting down next to you and patting your head.

"But- but it broke!" you exclaimed, sniffling

"It still functions though, doesn't it?" He scooched the coloring book closer to you, and you pressed the pointed end of the crayon against the paper, coloring the smiling puppy dog's nose blue.

You lit up, a bright smile spreading across your face, you cheered, bouncing up and down and hugging Keigo.

"It still works! It still works, Kei!" he giggled, holding you close to his body and enjoying the way you laughed.

"That's right! There's nothing that can't be resolved!" He pressed a kiss to your cheek, but couldn't hold himself back from attacking your entire face with little kisses.

"Keiiii noooo that tickles!" you giggled, pushing at him gently.

"One more? Please, baby?" he pleaded, pouting a little.

"Okiii!" you sat up, pressing your lips to his, pulling back with a laugh. "Can I have a juice box?"

"Of course," Keigo's face softened, you were just too precious, too cute, to perfect.

He really did hope the only thing you'd ever worry about was the crayon.

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letarasstuff · 4 years ago

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Normal People don't know their IQ

(A/N): Inspired by me, who recently discovered normal people don’t know their IQ, while I was tested two or three times already...

Summary: A certain someone is the only way to get the UnSub. But there’s also something different that makes her special.

Warnings: Angst (fluffy end, I swear), language, mentions of rape and torture, mention of dead people, the usual CM stuff I guess Wordcount: 2.0k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________________________

“Garcia, I need you to look into high school teachers, who are suspended or fired for inappropriate behavior towards students and live in the area of the kidnappings”, Hotch orders in a stern voice. But you can’t blame him, after all there are currently six dead teenage girls and one missing. One can only hope and work as fast as possible to get her back to her parents alive.

The team is working a case in Sacramento, California. Teenage girls get abducted on their way home from school, are held for exactly a week and are killed by a simple cut to their throat. The torture they have to endure beforehand isn’t as simple. The last two also show signs of rape.

The dumbing sites are different parks all over the city. The placing happens overnight only to have the girls found the next morning by a clueless jogger or stroller.

“Let’s go over the profile again, I feel like we are missing something”, Rossi commands. His gut feeling tells him only that much, he just has to find out what it is.

“It’s a white male in his mid thirties to late forties. He blends in, so he has to be or has been a teacher. Someone who looks like they belong into a school isn’t suspicious”, Spencer counts the facts.

“The victims all look similar, probably resembling an ex-wife or girlfriend”, Morgan adds. Before he can get into the depth of the torture a phone rings.

“My lovely crime fighters, I got an address. Charles Collins. philosophy and history. Got suspended for suggestive talk towards his female students. He is also said to stare at them and certain body parts for way too long and way too obvious. Gross. Annnd that- wait”

“What is it, Garcia?” Hotch asks after a moment of silence, which is unusual for the ever bubbly tech analyst.

“You got your profile wrong. Collins doesn’t take these girls because of an ex flame.”

The team looks at each other in confusion. Garcia always stresses how she isn’t a profiler and can’t judge over people, because she only wants to see the good in them. How is she able to tell that the profile is off?

“Shoot baby girl, we don’t have much time left”, Derek urges her. He wants nothing more than to have this SOB finally behind bars. The whole team wants that.

“He has a daughter. Technically it’s not his daughter, it’s someone else’s, but he is her foster father. Go and please save both girls!”

Penelope doesn’t have to say it twice. After a brief thank you and goodbye the team is on their way to the given address. As soons as they get there, everyone notices the absence of a car in the driveway. Hotch sends Spencer, Emily and Derek through the back door, the rest goes in from the front.

“FBI! OPEN UP!”

It’s needless to say that nobody opens up. There is no other way than kicking the doors down.

After entering the house and clearing the first floor, Rossi points towards the stairs that leads to the first story. There are only two rooms. A bathroom right hand and a closed door left hand.

Morgan counts quietly down before also kicking this door down and screaming “FBI!” But he seemingly talks with air, because there is no one to be found. Once again the team swarms out to look for evidence or clues.

As Spencer looks through the room they cleared last, he sees various things that make him smile. Several bookshelves are flooded with all kinds of genres, authors and covers. At first he can’t make out in which way they are sorted. But a closer look makes him realize that they are sorted by the author’s birth year. The doctor is kind of impressed, because that means the person knows when they are born in order to find a certain book. He likes the idea, it is a nice little challenge.

While he investigates further a sound makes him stop. He sends a text to Emily and waits for her. When she enters the room Spencer gestures to her to keep it quiet. Then he points to the bed.

They lower themselves down to the floor at the same time on each side of it. A girl, no older than 14 years, lays there shivering in angst. With big doe eyes she looks at Spencer and whispers:

“Please don’t hurt me.”

A while later the team is back at the station with the girl sitting in one of the interrogation rooms. The temperature is already set down, though Hotch feels really bad for it. Still there is another girl out there waiting to be safed.

“Baby girl, what can you give us on her?” Morgan sets his phone in the middle of the table and switches the speaker on.

“Our little girl’s name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), fourteen years old. Parents were deemed to be unable to look after her since they are both heavy drug addicts and didn’t even register her crying for two hours straight. Since the age of six months she bounces through the system with nobody wanting to keep her longer than two years. They claim she is too smart for them and want somebody to look after her, who can challenge her intellectually.

“Collins took her in one and a half years ago. He got her signed up in several activities after school, like chess and academic decathlon. As of right now she is a junior with an opportunity to graduate next year. Her teachers describe her as incredibly bright with a complicated way of thinking.”

“Complicated way of thinking? Her intelligence was neglected for years, so she gave herself her own challenges. I found her books sorted by the birth year of the authors. She found ways of making things more difficult for herself, that’s why she fabricated strange ways of thinking. This is often found in children with high intelligence, who are not boosted enough by their environment”, Spencer explains, getting more and more furious.

His colleagues feel that this is a sensitive subject for their resident genius. JJ comfortably puts a hand on his shoulder, making the tense go away.

“Emily and Dave, I want both of you to interrogate her. We need to know where he hides the girls. JJ, try to hold the press off for a bit longer. Morgan, Reid, I want you to watch and look for tells or anything else”, Aaron orders.

Everyone works on their given task immediately.

You don’t need to be a profiler to see that (Y/N) is scared out of her mind. She has her feet on her chair and her head lies on her knees. When the two agents enter, she tries to at least fake some kind of composer. But she fails miserably at it.

“Hello (Y/N), may I call you that?” Emily begins in a soft voice. The teenager nods shyly. “Good, (Y/N). My name is Emily Prentiss and this is David Rossi. We are agents from the Behavior Analysis Unit from the FBI. Do you know why you are here?” The teenager shakes her head.

“Ok, let’s cut the chase”, David's voice booms through the small room. “You know exactly why you are here. From what we saw in your room you are an incredibly smart girl. How high is your IQ? 130? 135?”

“147 a-actually”, she nervously corrects the agent, never meeting his eye. The team notices this fairly quickly.

“Even better, normal people don’t know their IQ. So you know what your forster father does. You saw the news, you read the papers, you heard your classmates talk. In addition to that, the girls look alarmingly similar to you. And all of the sudden Charles is more often out than usual. So do us a favor and come clear.” Then he pulls out a picture from a manila folder on the table. Emily tries to intervene.

“Rossi, don’t. She is not the UnSub. (Y/N) is just unfortunate to be at the wrong place.” “She might as well be another UnSub if she doesn’t do anything to help us. Do you know how long you are going to jail for helping hi-”

“I don’t know anything. I- of course I saw what is h-happening. A-and I connected the dots a long time a-ago. You know, Charles lost his job and that’s a stressor. T-then Child Service was investigating him, because of the suspension’s reasons. I-I couldn’t do anything. I had no evidence, the police wouldn’t believe me. I asked him once wh-what he thinks about, you know, what’s happening. He slapped me and told me to not talk about it again. I’m so sorry, I wanna help. The only thing that comes into my mind is an old cabin he once mentioned when I first arrived at his. B-but I don’t know if it helps you. P-please, I don’t want to go to jail or juvenile, I-” Then (Y/N) breaks down into tears.

Emily is in an instant by her side trying to calm her down, while Hotch gives the information to Garcia. As soon as she finds the location, JJ takes a seat next to (Y/N) and the rest of the team flies out.

“You don’t have to be scared of him anymore, Sweetheart. My colleagues will find him and he will be tried and convicted. He will never be a threat to you again”, the blonde tries to comfort her.

“Whenever I leave an abusive home, there will be another one that’s exactly the same. The only difference with Charles was that he seemed to understand me. He helped me. There’s nobody who is willing to do what he did for me”, she admits sadly.

It breaks JJ’s heart, because her words are true. Even though he is a killer, Collins did help her. But she is also determined to show the young girl that he isn’t the only one who can do that. That there are more people out there, who are kind and as helpful if not more.

Not long after this the team brings the man into the station, Morgan guiding him with a deadbolt-like grip.

Rossi spots (Y/N) in a break room with a hot drink in her hands. While making his way over there, Spencer follows him. He wants to talk with her as well.

“(Y/N) I’m sincerely sorry if I hurt you earlier. I didn’t intend to scare you, we just had to act quickly and you were the only source of information available. I also wanted to tell you, that your achievements are astonishing and I guarantee you a bright future, maybe even at the FBI”, he winks at the end of his last sentence.

“I understand, Agent Rossi. But doesn’t everybody know their IQ? I assumed everybody gets at least tested once in their life in some way”, she asks with surprise in her voice.

At that the older man is speechless. Of all things she could accuse him of legitimately, (Y/N) goes with the most innocent question.

“Actually, not everybody gets tested. A reliable test has to be done by a psychologist and most people don’t go to one. Furthermore there has to be a valid reason to do one, that’s why a great part of the population doesn’t know their IQ”, intervenes Spencer. He has to infodump, since the last time was over half an hour ago.

“But you also have to differentiate between the several kinds of intelligence, because intelligence is way more than being good at math. There…”

Rossi stopped listening to the excited interaction between the two geniuses. Instead he watches their body languages and facial expressions. He hasn’t seen both of them more at calm than they are now.

After all there might be a way for (Y/N) to get a little Happy End.

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oblxvion · 4 years ago

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euphoric | eren jaeger (1)

-> pairing: eren jaeger x f!reader

-> wc: 5.4k

-> warnings: use of marijuana, smut, praise kink, degradation kink, spit kink, oral (f and m receiving), fluff

you were stressed. it was almost the end of the term, and you had spent the past two weeks studying and prepping for your exams because you needed those grades. you had been slipping a lot in your classes but you managed to bring your grades up with the help of your good friend armin. he was extremely smart and honestly, without him, you didn't even want to think about what your grades would be.

“ugh, sasha, i can’t study any more.” you groaned, bringing you head down to into the vast sea of review that you had been going over as per armin’s request. “i need a break, i feel like my brain is going to fucking explode.”

sasha looked over up from her phone and laughed. “it’s gonna be worth it, i promise. once you finish these exams, you’ll be able to relax for a bit. do you wanna smoke later ‘cause we’re all getting together later at eren’s, i forgot to tell you.”

you hadn’t checked your phone in the past few hours so you didn't know that there were plans that had been made.

you didn’t move your head as you contemplated the thought, it sounded like fun to see everyone and ignore the work you had for at least a bit. exams weren’t for another week and a half, so you should be fine.

“yeah, i'll come.”

“yay! i’ll text the group chat and let them know that we’re gonna leave at around 6.” she squeals as she grabs her phone and starts typing away a text that you soon receive as well.

“ok, i need to nap first. plus it’s like 4 so i’m gonna pass out for a bit.” you got up from the kitchen table and made your way over to your bedroom, beginning to get comfortable. “wake me up at 5.” you yelled so she could hear from her room.

“you got it.” sasha yelled back. you could tell that she said that with food in her mouth.

“typical.” you chuckled as you felt your body drift off to sleep.

“y/n! hey! wake up! it’s 5:30. i lost track of the time.” sasha tried to shake you awake in which you grumbled in response.

“ugh, ur so timely.” you joked as you made your way out of your room, and into the shared bathroom. wow i look like shit you thought to yourself as you turned from side to side trying to see all of what you looked like in your oversized sweatshirt and shorts.

there was not enough time for you to get ready to look at least presentable, but you felt gross so you turned on the shower and threw your clothes into your hamper. you put on some music because who showers without music and you made sure to shave because it had been awhile since you had and you wanted to feel clean.

once you had finished, you grabbed a towel and checked the time on your phone. 5:40. perfect.

“y/n, we have like 20 minutes,” sasha called from her room. “do you think you can be ready by then?”

“yeah, i just need to dry my hair and throw on some clothes and i should be good.” you said as you walked into her room, she was pretty much ready to go, and dressed in shorts and a baggy t-shirt. no one really dressed up for these sessions because everyone was already super comfortable with each other.

“ok i’m gonna go change, i don't know if i’ll have enough time to dry my hair though.”

“you’ll be fine. plus, we can be a bit late, they wouldn’t start without us anyways.” she says with a smile as she puts on a sweatshirt.

you made your way back to your room and threw on a pair of sweatpants, a loose fitting tank top and your favorite pullover. as you made your way back to the bathroom to dry your hair, you found yourself stressing once again about your exams to which you took a deep breathe and reminded yourself that you needed to relax and this was a well deserved break.

after you finished drying your hair, you quickly ran a brush through it, and put on some deodorant along with your favorite perfume.

“ok sash, i’m ready.” you called from the bathroom as you fixed your appearance for the last time.

“perfect! i ordered us an uber because i don’t really wanna drive and i know you don't like driving high.” she says as she grabs the last of her things and we make our way out the door and to the bottom of our apartment complex.

“soooo...”

you look at her as the uber pulls over to the side of the road. “so what?”

“have u been seeing anyone recently?” sasha looks over to you as she gets into the uber after you.

“how could i? i’ve literally been studying nonstop. i wish though.” you say with a sigh. you had been so preoccupied with studying and getting your grades up that you haven’t had the time to see anyone except friends. “why do you ask?”

“oh, it’s nothing really. i was just curious, you know, being your roommate and all.” somethings up, she’s clearly trying to pick at something and this does not go unnoticed by you.

“ok,” you laughed and shook your head. “whatever you say.”

before you knew it, you both arrived at eren’s apartment complex. for some reason, you felt anxious. you knew the boys that were going to be there but you had this gut feeling that something was going to happen.

the two of you made your way up to his floor and knocked on his door which was opened almost instantly as if he were waiting.

“sasha!” connie exclaimed, embracing the girl into a bear hug. “hey y/n.”

“hey connie.” you smiled in response. it was really cute how the two of them were so close, it’s almost like they were twins. you made your way into the apartment and saw jean and eren, arguing over god knows what.

“hey guys!” you say as you walked over to the two of them, hugging them both.

“y/n! it’s been a while. how’s studying with armin?” jean asks as he pulls away from the hug.

“god. don't even get me started. i am in hell. armin’s being so helpful though.” you chuckle as you walked over to eren, who was looking at something on his phone but quickly shoved it away when he saw you coming towards him.

“hey y/n.” he says with his boyish smile as he pulls you into a side hug and you notice that his hand lingers for a bit longer than normal but you smile in response.

“so, can we smoke now that they’re finally here?” connie asks as it was very clear that he was getting impatient.

“yeah, yeah, let’s go to the deck.” eren’s apartment had a deck with was extremely nice and over time, it had become the signature smoke spot for you guys. it had an outdoor couch and a few chairs along with a small table which was perfect.

you made your way to your favorite spot which was the right corner of the couch so you could be close to the edge of the balcony and look out at the view of the city. everyone had their signature spots, it was like an unspoken rule but everyone followed it. eren next to you on the couch, sasha, jean and connie in the three chairs on the opposite side of the table.

there were some blankets already outside along with a speaker that eren played some music on to set the vibe.

“since you guys were taking too long, i rolled us a joint so we could smoke sooner.” eren said as he sat down next to you.

“aw, how kind.” you tease him as you nudge yourself against his shoulder, earning a chuckle from him. “dibs on first hit.”

“aw, c’mon!” jean whined, knowing that you always give the blunt to eren right after you hit.

“i get priority since eren is my best friend.” you smirk and wait for eren to say anything but he just laughs and shakes his head.

you and eren had always been close ever since you started school. he even introduced you to everyone, which was the reason why you were here with them now.

eren took out his lighter and lit the joint and passed it to you. you took it between your pointer finger and thumb and took a long drag.

oh how you had missed this feeling. the feeling of being high with your friends. you passed the blunt back to eren as he took a hit himself and you exhaled the smoke.

the joint was passed around the circle until everyone had gotten a good amount of hits and it was finished. you felt your high and you leaned back into the couch as you closed your eyes.

“tired?”

you opened your eyes and looked over to eren who’s eyes were red, just like yours. “no, just relaxing. this is nice. i needed this.”

“yeah, i noticed. armin told me that you’d been really stressed lately so i texted asking if people wanted to smoke but you didn't respond so i assumed you were studying,” he says as he stretched his arms and placed them just behind your shoulders.

“thanks,” you laughed as you stared into his turquoise eyes only now noticing how pretty they were. you had looked him in the eyes before but this time it felt different and he felt it too. but your staring was soon broken by sasha’s wails of being hungry.

“there’s food in the fridge, i had takeout last night so there’s probably some leftovers.” eren nods his head towards the inside of his apartment. sasha stood up and made her way towards the food as connie followed her.

“hey! save some for me!” he yelled as he chased after her. all that was left was you, eren and jean. there was clearly some tension in the air but you decided to ignore it.

“ain’t no way i’m gonna be third wheeling right now.” jean huffed quietly and joined the two inside.

third wheeling? you ignored it because jean obviously knows that you and eren are close friends, nothing more.

oh, how you were wrong.

eren looked over to make sure that there was no way for the others to see the deck and he moved his arm down towards your shoulder. you were shocked by this, but in a way, it was comforting.

“y/n?” he asked staring off into the distance.

“hm?”

he didn't respond so you took it upon yourself to look up at him.

“what’s up?”

no response once again.

your lidded eyes becoming heavy as he looked down at you with a tender look on his face. he leaned his face closer to yours until your noses were touching.

“eren?”

his lips connected with yours, igniting a feeling inside your chest that you had pushed away when you first became close. you melted into the kiss and kissed him back in a slow and sensual kiss. eren pulled back and tucked your hair behind your ear as he went back in for another kiss. you didn’t know what to do but the feeling that this gave you, it wasn’t like any other kiss you had before.

“wanted to do this for a long time.” he whispers and rests his nose on yours.

you didn’t know what to say in response so you pulled him back for another kiss that was interrupted by the three of them coming back out onto the deck. you pulled away quickly, hoping that no one had seen what just happened. eren kept his hand on your shoulder, but no one had asked about it so you just let it slide.

it had been a few days since you had last seen eren. everyone was texting in the group chat about plans for the upcoming days but you had to study, or at least try to study. the kiss that you and eren shared had been replaying in your head ever since it had happened. you knew that he was high and he may not remember it, but it still bugged you and you had to know.

but most importantly, this kiss had sparked feelings inside you that you had pushed away so long ago and it was beginning to get hard to consume them. eren was constantly on your mind, and you couldn’t focus on your work.

you needed to talk to him but you didn't know how because you didn't know that he had these feelings for you and you didn't know that you still had those feelings for him. you realized that you were ignoring these feelings that you had for him because he was your close friend and you didn’t want that to ruin your relationship.

it was driving you crazy. you needed to talk to him.

you grabbed your phone and clicked on eren’s contact and called him. it didn’t even finish the first ring.

“hey y/n! what’s up? how’s studying?” he said and you felt your heart swell at him saying your name, which never happened before until now.

“hey, can you come over later? i need to talk to you,” you sigh. this is it, you need to know if he truly had those feelings or he was just playing with you.

“yeah, of course,” he stammered. “is everything ok?”

“yeah, everything's fine, i just wanna talk to you.”

“ok, i can get a ride now if you want me to.” is he eager?

you looked at the time and remembered that sasha was out with connie and jean so she would probably not be coming back tonight.

“actually, yeah, that sounds fine. see you soon, eren.”

“ok, i’ll text you when i’m close.”

“ok,” you ended the call and placed your phone down, taking your head in your hands. you’re overreacting right? he definitely feels for you, why else would he kiss you?

“i need to shower.” you said to yourself, trying to ignore the thoughts in your head.

as you got out of the shower, you heard your phone get a text, which you assumed to be eren. walking back to your room, you heard a knock at the door and you froze. you were still in a towel and debating whether or not you should open the door for him, which you did because you didn't want to leave him standing out there.

“hey y/n, oh,” he stops and looks you up and down.

“sorry, i just got out of the shower.” you say as you open the door and motion for him to come inside. “can you just wait a sec while i go put some clothes on?”

“oh, uh, yeah. i’ll wait in the kitchen.” he looks around and scratches the back of his head nervously. his hair was tied back into a messy bun like usual and wearing gray sweatpants with a black shirt and his chain peeking out from under it. “you good?” he asked as he took off his shoes.

oh my god, was i staring?

“oh, yeah, i'm fine. i just spaced out a bit, sorry.” you chuckle nervously, tucking a piece of your wet hair behind your ear. “i’ll be right back.”

“take your time.”

you made your way back to your room and threw hung your town on your closet door as you looked for clothes to wear. you opted for a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt that was sasha’s but for some reason, it was in your closet. once you had finished changing, you made your way over to the mirror that was across for your bed to make sure that you looked fine.

“ok, breathe.” you exhaled and opened your door calling for eren to come into your room.

he came into your room, still clearly feeling awkward about your interaction from before. “nice room, i like the led lights you have.”

“thanks,” you laughed and sat on the bed, motioning for him to come sit next to you, which he did.

“so, what's on your mind y/n?” he asks, leaning up against the headboard and trying to get comfortable.

“i don’t know, i've just been thinking about some things recently, and i can't seem to get them out of my head.” ok, good start.

“like what?” he looks over at you. oh no, don't look at me like that.

“the kiss we shared a few days ago, it’s been in my head on repeat.”

eren looks confused and looks towards your mirror, “is that a bad thing?”

“huh? i mean no, it’s not, i just don’t know what to do because these feelings have come back that i pushed away from when we became close because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. but right now, it’s consuming me and i don’t know what to do.”

“well, i wouldn’t have kissed you without having feelings for you, y/n. i don’t know how you didn't notice it. i’ve been kinda bad at hiding it.” he said calmly as his gaze remained in front of the two of you. “but if you didn’t like it, we can just forget about it. i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” he turns to look at you once again.

“no, i enjoyed it actually, but...” you trail off nervously, feeling your face becoming hot. you tried to turn away but his hand grabbed your chin and turned you back to face him.

“but what?” he says softly, looking into your eyes which caused your heart beat to pick up. he thought it was so cute how you were getting so flustered by him.

“but i don’t want to be played...” you averted his gaze.

“y/n, i would never play you.”

you look back at him, now knowing the answer that had been bothering you for the past few days. it took all your strength to not kiss him right there but he beat you to it, closing the gap between the two of you. in that moment, all your worries had washed away, feeling content and glad that you had this conversation with him. the kiss soon escalated into you and eren sliding your tongues into the others mouth. you felt yourself getting hot once again but this time, a completely different reason. eren brought his hand that was on your chin behind your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss as you melted into his mouth once again, whimpering at the feeling. eren could feel it go straight to his dick that was now straining in his pants, trying to contain himself because he didn't know whether you wanted this or not.

“let me show you how much i care for you, yeah?” he says as he pulls away for a brief second.

“eren, please,” you whimper as his lips met yours once again but this time with more passion. eren then moved so he was on top of you, caging you in his arms as he continued to kiss you. “i want you.”

“’want you too, baby.” the pet name going straight to your core. eren moaned as he moved from your lips down to your neck, gently kissing and sucking to leave a mark. he then placed his hands at the bottom of your shirt, looking at you as if he was asking with his eyes for permission to undress you, you nodded your head vigorously and lifted your hands up so he could take it off.

“no bra? it’s like you’re begging me to fuck you, angel.” he then brought his lips down to your left nipple, gently sucking on it while taking the other between his fingers, moving it around earning a moan from you at the feeling. he then moved over to the right and did the same action. “you’re so beautiful.”

“ohmygod please, please,” you knew you sounded desperate, but you couldn't help yourself. you had been denying the fact that you had wanted this for so long.

“use your words, tell me what you want.” he groaned and came back up to kiss you, relishing in the feeling of your lips against his.

“’wanna feel you,”

“where, pretty girl?” he sat up at looked down at you with a smirk on his face, he knew where you wanted him but he wanted, no needed to hear you say it.

“’want you inside me eren, please,” you whined arching your back so he could get the message. he chuckled and brought himself back down towards your sternum, placing wet kisses as he made his way down to the waistband of your shorts.

“can i?” he looked up at you and immediately saw the approval in your eyes. “you don’t know what you do to me, do you?” you whimper at his remark, lifting your hips up in the process so he could take your shorts off easier to reveal your thong and the painfully obvious wet spot. he placed a finger on your slit, dragging it down slowly, teasing you.

“stop teasing me,” you whined, trying to prop yourself on your elbows but to caught up with the euphoric feeling that you couldn't. eren slowly took off your panties to tease you even more, and threw them behind him onto the floor.

“fuck, baby. this all for me?” he looked up at you with his jade green eyes meeting your e/c ones. he could feel the precum running down his shaft, struggling to keep his composure.

“yes eren, all for you.” your breath hitched as he spit onto your needy heat, bringing his tongue down to your clit, giving it a few kitten licks before he quickened his pace and wrapped his left arm around your leg to keep you in place, not once breaking eye contact. “fuck, keep doing that, holy shit!” you could feel him smirk against your core, and if it couldn't get any better, you felt a finger at your entrance before sliding in. “eren!” he felt so embarrassed to be rutting his cock against the bed but the noises you were making were sinful and he couldn’t help himself.

you began to feel your stomach tighten as he added another finger into your hole and picked up the pace. the sensation was incredible, the feeling of his tongue on your clit and the pace of his fingers going in and out of your pussy. your slick was dripping down his fingers, it was driving him crazy. he felt you tighten around his fingers, you were close.

“’gonna, ‘m gonna cum eren, please,” your release was so close, you just needed one more push.

“c’mon baby, cum for me.” he groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your whole body and you felt the coil snap. the moan you let out was pure sin and eren thought he was going to cum on the spot. “that’s it baby, good fucking girl.” as you got down from your high, you realized that he didn’t stop, you were sensitive, eren knew that but he needed one more from you.

“eren it’s too much, fuck,” you cry out as he brings his mouth back down to your heat and you can already feel yourself getting close again, and he could tell. you came even quicker this time, your juices gushing all over eren’s tongue. he lapped all of it up, not letting a single drop go to waste, and then taking his fingers covered in your slick into his mouth.

“you taste so good, i couldn’t get enough of you.” he whispers as he comes back up to kiss you. you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. you reach down towards his throbbing cock, but he shook his head. “this is about you, baby.”

“please?” you look up at him and he couldn’t say no. he knew that he would not last long if you did as much as place your tongue on his tip. noticing that he didn't say anything, you took this as your chance. you flipped him over so that you were on top, and you could feel how hard he was. you grabbed the bottom of his shirt and helped him take it off, revealing his perfectly toned chest with chiseled abs. he threw the shirt to another place in the room, pulling you into another kiss shortly after. you moved from his lips down to his neck and down his chest stopping at his sweatpants to pull them down along with his boxers, revealing his swollen tip leaking with precum. he was larger than average and it excited you every bit. you smirked to yourself, and placed your lips on his tip, his breath hitched at the feeling.

you began to slowly drag your tongue down his shaft, maintaining eye contact with him, just like he did with you. you then took him in your mouth seeing how his legs tensed, you began to go even further.

eren was trying so hard not to grab your head and push you onto his dick, afraid that he was going to ruin the moment with you and be too aggressive. you then took your mouth off with saliva connecting from his tip to your lips and then went back down taking him all in your throat before bobbing your head up and down, coming up for air while jerking him off. the sounds he was making went straight to your warmth, making you wetter by the minute.

“keep doing that, fuck y/n,” he groaned as his will vanished and he took your hair in his hands beginning to help guide you on his dick. he ran his hand through his hair and looked back at you, knowing that this image will forever be imprinted in his head. his legs tensed and you felt it, he was close. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna fucking cum.” he groaned as he shot thick white ropes of cum down your throat, you gladly took all of it and opened your mouth to show him that you did.

“fuck, you did so good, so good.” he pulled you up towards him as you laughed into the kiss, and suddenly you were back on the bottom. “but now i’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy, yeah?” he aligned himself with your entrance and your mind became fuzzy with the feeling of his tip right where you needed him most. he slowly pushes himself in but you didn’t need to adjust, and he began to move at a steady pace.

“oh fuck,” eren threw his head back at the sensation of finally being inside of you, the way your walls grazed his dick, pulling him back him. it was addictive, and he couldn’t get enough of it. “you feel so fucking good y/n.”

“fuckfuckfuck, ’m gonna cum eren.” the feeling came back embarrassingly quick but you didn’t care, the feeling was amazing.

“yeah? you’re gonna fucking cum? cum on my cock. cum on my fucking cock.” eren growled as his chain was in your face. hearing him be so demanding and aggressive set something off and you felt yourself release but this time it was different, arching your back at the feeling. eren was taken aback by the fact that he made you squirt, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

“that’s it, squirt all over my fucking cock.” he rode you out of your orgasm and continued to plow you into the mattress, picking up his pace. he was close but not quite there yet. you had taken into account that eren was aggressive in bed but he was being gentle with you at first, and you loved every bit of it. you wanted to make it more interesting. before you could even think, your hand met his cheek, and eren looked at you with a shocked expression but his eyes grew dark with lust.

“fuck me like you mean it, jaeger.” you growled, hoping to get a reaction out of him. and oh boy, did it get a reaction.

“yeah? fuck you like i mean it?” he slapped you across the face, and then grabbed your cheeks and spit into your mouth. “swallow it.” if you thought you couldn’t get turned on anymore, you were so wrong. you rutted your hips against his, moaning at the sensation. this side of you was so different, and eren fucking loved it. he grabbed your throat, squeezing it and making you look him in the eyes as he fucked you with force.

“look at you, never knew you could be such a slut.” the name made you clench around him like a vice, earning a groan from him. “taking my cock so fucking well.” the feeling of you tightening around his cock for the 2nd time that night was making him lose his mind, he wasn’t going to last any longer and he knew that you weren’t either. he brought his hand that was around your neck down to your neglected clit and began rubbing circles as his pace became erratic. he was so close and so were you, but he needed you to come with him, he had to feel that feeling again.

“fuck, i’m so close baby. fucking cum with me,” he moaned as he brought his head to your neck, you brought your arms and wrapped them around him, bringing him closer to you. before you could even comprehend, you released your juices, spraying all over his pelvis as he came shortly after you, painting your insides white. he stilled, trying to catch his breath but to his shock, you flipped him so that you were on top once again.

“not done yet.” you moaned as you began to grind yourself onto his cock. eren still so sensitive from his past orgasm that he was barely holding on by a string. seeing you on top of him, the way your breasts bounce and the way you look from this angle is driving him insane. he knows that he’s not going to last like this, the way you’re riding him, he grabs onto your hips and guides you.

you’re so overstimulated, you can’t even think straight. eren is trying so hard not to cum before you, but your pussy is milking him dry and before he knew it, he came inside you once again, legs shaking from the overstimulation. you lifted yourself off him and began to frantically rub your clit as you squirted all over his chest and pelvis. eren stared at you in awe, the way you looked like when you came and knowing that it was from him was a huge boost to his ego.

you finally collapsed onto his chest, trying to calm your breathing as he wrapped his arms around you. the both of you basked in this silence, thinking about the sex you just had.

“hope i wasn’t too rough, i kinda got carried away.” eren chuckled as he ran his fingers down your back, earning a laugh from you.

“no not at all, i really liked it actually.” you looked up at him, placing your chinos his chest.

“I'm glad, been wanting to do that for a while,” he paused, as if he was looking for the right words to say. “i really like you, y/n.”

your heartbeat quickened, and you gave him a quick peck on the lips. “i really like you too, eren.” you blushed, “stay the night.” you didn't have class the following morning, so it was fine.

“ok, will do.” he squeezed you tighter, and you utterly being exhausted, you felt yourself drift off to sleep. eren gently moved you over and walked into the bathroom, finding a small towel and cleaning you and himself up. he grabbed you a new pair of underwear from your closet and the his shirt on the floor, dressing you before he put his sweatpants back on.

you felt the bed dip and a pair of arms bring your back to his chest and press a kiss to your cheek.

“’night y/n.”

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