#clean up on isle MY FUCKING PANTS

[answer2jeff]

oh my god. i'm hyperventilating.

niagara falls in this bitch oh myyyyy

please dom! carmy like he had a shitty day at work and completely takes it out on the reader, like she's screaming, crying, begging for him to stop, but he doesn't and keeps going for multiple rounds

(only if you're comfortable w/ it ofc love the works)

i love this concept so why not give it my own spin, enjoy ! REBLOGS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED

Poor Carmen. Our boy has been dealing with everything all day. Working the entire restaurant and then meat shipment was completely wrong. There hadn’t been a day like this for ages. It hadn’t been this bad for weeks. 

Carmen has two ways of dealing with his emotions. Keeping them inside and exploding. Shoving them down doesn’t help the issue and exploding meant excessive amounts of anger. The bright side? You’re the only one who can make him channel that energy into something a little more…helpful to everyone. 

He never means to hurt you. He always asks beforehand. Our respectful boy always asks before he can completely use you as a means to decompress. If you say yes, he has forcefully bent you over the once pristine marble kitchen island. Roughly but still with that edge of that signature Carmy kindness, he’ll kiss down your spine. His hands firmly planted on your hips, making sure that he’s in the perfect position to slide into you so both of you will feel that sublime sensation. The only time he’ll let you flip over is so that you can tug off your shirt. He knows that he’ll always get more sensual moans when your perfectly sized tits are sliding against the smooth counter. Once he’s got your bottoms off, he’ll knead your thighs and ass, getting as much pleasure out of it as he can hear you are. He isn’t usually one to crack jokes but at this stage, he’ll always make some jab about how responsive you are. Swatting your butt gently, he’ll flip you over again (but not before giving you one more kiss, just so you know that he loves you all through this).

Your panties are now bunched around your legs and he’s haphazardly trying to pull his jeans off. It takes a couple seconds but he speeds up after he sees you rub your thighs together. This makes him work much faster. He’s rubbing so hard that it feels like he’s going to pull his own dick off. He couldn’t get over how he had you- You. You. Bent over a counter showing him all of your perfect figure. Showing him how you’re dripping down your thigh for him. You were his favorite meal. A meal that he would devour and then suck his fingers dry. 

Once he’d get his cock out of his boxers, it slapped against his stomach, standing at attention, always ready for his pretty girl. Once he’d know that you were ready, he’d slam into you, pistoning into you, making sure you were screaming his name. He’d prop you up in a sitting position so that he would be branded with the angry scratches that you gave him. Wearing your marks under his white t-shirts was his way of being yours. He liked it that way. He did the same for you. His hickeys littered your inner thighs, so only you and he could see them. The only two people that mattered. The only people who he cared about, knew about them. As long as he could make your legs shake when you stood up, make you whine for him to carry you after the two of you were finished, make you scream his name, make your cheeks stained with tears, he was pleased with himself. He had done his job. 

Your chest heaved as his thrusts became slower and more languid. He leaned over so he could kiss down your torso, sucking at all the spots at he knew where elicit those sweet noises he loved so much. He’d let you play with his hair while he slid out of you and positioned himself squarely between your legs, letting your thighs close around his head as he let the tongue that was used to yell at people all day, to please the only woman who truly made his world go round. The woman whom he loved more than anything. You.

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[darkbluekies]

never trust a cupcake

Female!yandere x male!reader

Summary: mean boy yn got too popular for Hedwig's taste, so she took him

A/N: started to write this oneshot back in August/September but never finished, so I'm releasing what I had done as a drabble instead :)

Warnigns: hedwig goes insane, poison/drugs, knife, kidnapping, throwing up

You can't remember what happened. You were eating the cupcakes you got from Hedwig and suddenly … you felt sick. You must have fallen asleep. But where are you now? You look around, head pounding. You're in a … kitchen? A very fancy kitchen. Whatever Hedwig put in the cupcakes, you still feel sick and as if you're about to throw up. You try to stand up from the chair you've been placed on and quickly notice that your hands are tied behind your back and your feet to the legs. Confusion starts to fade into anger and you tug at the ropes harshly. One thing leads to another and you end up on the floor. The loud sound of wood hitting marble echoes through the large room. You manage to lift your head in the last second before it smashes against the floor.

Suddenly, a familiar face runs in. The anger runs off. Confusion is back.

"Hedwig?" you pant.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you were awake!" she apologizes quickly and pulls the chair up with you on it. She cups your cheeks and she lets her hand wander into your hair. "Are you hurt? You didn't hit your head in the fall, did you?"

You turn your head back and forth to get free from her grip.

"What have you done?" you ask harshly.

"W-What do you mean?" Hedwig asks unsurely.

"Did you kidnap me?!"

"Y-Y/N, please don't say it like that! I didn't kidnap you! I brought you home!" She sighs and lets her shoulders slump, voice grow small. "I couldn't watch you be swarmed by all the girls in school … I had to have you by myself. It doesn't matter if you're mean to me … I still love you."

You stare at her in disbelief. Hedwig has always been clingy and suffocating, but you could never have anticipated that she would kidnap you.

"Hedwig, what the actual fuck?" you breathe out. "Untie me. Now."

"Not yet", she answers hesitantly. "You have to calm down first."

"Calm- …?" You snap. "Who are you to tell me to calm down?! You fucking kidnapped me! How sick in the head do you have to be in the head to do such a goddamn thing?! Untie me now!"

Hedwig’s just standing there … listening. You can tell that something shifts behind her eyes. She's trying to hide that she gets sad. As if she's telling herself that she doesn't care if you're mean, when in reality she does. Telling herself that you can be mean makes her feel better about herself.

"You don't need to be scared", Hedwig says carefully. "I'm not going to hurt you. I didn't mean for us to start our relationship like this … but you got too popular for your own good."

You scoff. Fear has started to creep into your heart.

Hedwig walks over to the kitchen isle where a glass dome covers a neatly stacked tower of cupcakes. She picks out one and walks over to you. The sight of it causes your stomach to turn.

"Here, I think you should eat", she says.

"I'm not eating anything from you", you almost growl. "Do you really think I trust you?"

"This isn't dangerou. It's a normal cupcake." She breaks off a bit and puts it in her mouth. "See?"

You watch how she breaks off another bit and moves closer, close enough for you to smell her perfume. It's sweet enough to make your head spin.

"Open your mouth", she says softly.

"Hedwig …", you say distantly. "I feel sick."

Hedwig suddenly becomes alert and runs for a bucket. She returns and holds it up to your face. The bucket smells of strong cleaning chemicals and that is enough to awoken the beast in your stomach. It spurs out of you like a waterfall.

"Good boy", she says softly, running her fingers through your hair. "Get it out of you. You're doing so good. My good boy …"

Finally, you're cleansed. Hedwig puts the bucket in the hallway and gets you a glass of cold water. You hesitate before gulping it down. She tries again to feed you the cupcake.

"I'm never going to eat cupcakes again", you mutter and glare at her.

"Alright … I understand", she sighs and walks over to the fridge. "Cheese?"

You don't answer. You'd rather have cheese than the cupcake, but you'll not tell her. Hedwig returns with a charcuterie board. She picks up a cheddar cheese.

"Open your mouth", she smiles.

This time, you obey. She places the cheese on your tongue and watches how you chew.

"You're such a good boy", she says dreamily and caresses your cheek. "My boy."

She feeds you some more pieces.

"Can I untie you now?" she asks. "I want to change you out of your school uniform."

You nod frantically. Hedwig sits on her knees to untie your feet and sneaks behind your back. As soon as you're free, you jump up and run.

"Y/N!" Hedwig gasps.

You run over to the front door and grab the majestic handles, but it doesn't matter how much you drag, they're as locked as can be.

"Y/N", she says disappointingly, walking towards you.

"Don't!" you shout and run past her, towards the living room.

You grab the TV remote and throw it towards one of the tall windows. The glass doesn't budge.

"It's not cheap glass", Hedwig says behind you. "You won't be able to break it."

"Let me go, you psycho", you hiss and turn around.

She stands with her hands behind her back and watches you carefully.

"Please stop trying to get out, it won't work", she says. "Even if you get out of the house, you won't get out of the garden. Please stop before you hurt yourself." She takes a step forward. "If you just accept your fate you will be happy. I won't hurt you. I will worship you."

"I don't fucking need that. I don't need you."

You can see that it shatters something in her. She stumbles back a step and gulps.

"Don't say that … please", she says weakly, tears entering her eyes as she shakes her head. "You're just scared. I understand. I don't mean to scare you, but-"

"I'm leaving. Open the front door."

"No! No, you can't!"

You push past her and storm towards the front door. You turn around to tell her to hurry up, but you're met with her holding a knife in her trembling hands. The very hands she hid behind her back. You flinch.

“I want you to go upstairs”, she sniffles and nods at the staircase to your right. “I want to change your clothes a-and tuck you in.” She wipes her runny nose with her white sleeve. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You glance at the knife, at the locked door and at the staircase. Slowly, you move up the marble stairs, head spinning. You’re not angry anymore … only terrified. Hedwig isn’t just annoying … she’s insane.

[coveholdenmyluv]

Mean Girls - Eren Jaeger

synopsis. Eren's the new kid at Trost Academy and being fresh meat in his senior year isn't easy. Especially so when the only friends he's made yet have managed to convince him to help them mess with "The Plastics". The problem?

He's got the biggest crush on their queen bee, Y/N.

series masterlist.

chapter warnings. Foul language, rich ppl, mentions of vomit, mentions of shitting your pants (what even are these warnings LMAO), laxatives, mentions of giving a character laxatives, hitch is a bitch (I love her I’m sorry I made her like this), drama drama drama, a lot of menstrual product talk (these characters are very comfortable talking abt these things!)

chapter synopsis. From a brawl at the supermarket to a meeting with the Queen bee’s arch nemesis, our trio’s plan preparations seem to be coming together! Though, will learning some lore regarding our resident plastics impede on Eren’s drive? Perhaps the future isn’t looking so bright for our revenge seekers…

chapter 2. Fuck with the Plastics: start

"Bag secured, over." Mikasa spoke in her usual monotone voice.

"And... you're completely sure that this will only make her a bit gassy, right 'kasa?" Armin spoke next, the shake in his voice painfully obvious even through the speaker of Eren's phone. With no answer, he tries again, "Guys? Hello?"

Silence.

"You're supposed to say 'over', Armin!"

"Oh! Over."

"Alright, mine is secured too... over?" Eren announced as he slipped his arm through the plastic bag, doing his best to be inconspicuous, though the hood over his head isn't helping his case. His attire was mostly to calm his troubled conscience.

The three way call had one purpose and a very important one at that.

Phase one of 'Fuck with The Plastics'.

"Good boy," Mikasa purred and Eren swore he could hear the mischievous grin his reply had caused to form on her face. "Now Armin, relax. All this is gonna do is make her tummy a bit upset, a little gas here and there never hurt anyone. She'll get the humiliation she made Eren bear... only much much worse because of her status, plus ruin her chances of winning this highly anticipated game and possibly her entire athletic career. Over."

"Please, stop repeating what could go wrong. I'm getting nauseous again..." Eren groans into the speaker.

"Mikasa, you say that now but, what if she's allergic to it or something? Ohmylanta, what if she dies?!" Armin screeches and Eren fears he may begin to wail soon. "I don't wanna go to jail guys! I can't go back!"

"Geez Louise, Armin." Eren winces as he pulls the phone away from his ear. "My ears are bleeding."

"Oh wait Eren, now that you reminded me, can you get me some pads from the store? My cycle is pretty heavy today." Mikasa asks.

"Uh, T-M-I Mikasa..." Armin mutters as he glances around the student aid center. His portion of contribution to the trio's master plan is arguably the least interesting, though the boy didn't seem to mind. All he was put in charge of was attaining their tickets for the game, which they receive free of charge with their student ID's.

"Mikasa, I'm literally already walking out of the store." Eren says exasperatedly, though his pace has already begun to falter in preparation for his U-turn.

"Well then, go back? If I bleed out all over the bleachers, it's your jacket I'm using to wipe it clean. The ball is in your court."

"Oh my gosh, fine!" Eren relents. "What size?"

"XXL."

Silence reigns over the three, and Eren swears everyone in the supermarket had audibly halted all movements along with them.

"Mikasa, you know damn well..." Armin begins.

"Armin! Shut the hell up, the length helps with my leakage so mind your own business!"

"Zayum, okay geez."

"Wings or no wings?" Eren asks, already having made his way back into the multiple isles freshly restocked.

"Wings, please. I want to be ready for anything." The girl answers ominously.

"I don't even want to know what that means. I'll head back to the academy after I'm done with this, where do you guys want to meet?"

"The restrooms near the cafeteria are right beside the doors that lead to a path straight to the stadium. We can meet there." Armin suggests, already beginning to make his way towards the meeting spot.

"Okay. Actually, since I'm here, do you guys want any snacks for the game?" Eren asks while he grabs a box of fruit roll ups and a bag of hot Cheetos for himself. "How long does a soccer game last?"

"A little under an hour and thirty minutes, and that's if they don't go into over time which they probably will, considering who they're playing against." Mikasa answers, "Oh, and I'll take an oat meal crème pie and a red Gatorade. But! The one with the twistable cap that you can suck on."

"We'll see how long this one will last with what we have planned, though." Armin mutters into the speaker anxiously, "Anyway, I'll take some Skittles, baby Gerber puffs, Teddy Grahams, Hubba Bubba, strawberry Hello Pandas, Scooby-Doo snacks, Gushers, Pirate's Booty-"

Eren hangs up before the other boy could finish, deciding it wasn't worth his weekly allowance.

He had already arrived at the feminine hygiene products aisle by the time Armin had sent him the remaining 27 items on his wishlist for tonight, which Eren promptly ignored. The wall that held most of the menstrual supplies was expanse and slightly intimidating to the teenage boy's eyes, though that was not to say he was taken off guard. Having a close relationship with your mother desensitizes you to a large amount of aspects of womanhood that most immature boys his age would either cringe at or ridicule.

He knows the brand his mother uses is best for absorbing, but they're not the best at being discreet. He wonders which Mikasa would prefer, though he decides that coverage and preventing leakage must have been her priority considering her earlier words. Deciding upon the trustworthy brand he had always picked up on late night pad runs with his mom, he notices how it seems to be the only brand that has yet to be restocked. The one in his hand being the very last one in XXL.

As he turns to leave the isle, a high pitched voice, practically whining curse words, catches his attention. Before he instinctively turns his head towards the sound, he internally prays for there to be no reenactment of his first encounter with Armin, knowing he couldn't bear to handle another stereotypical bully, much less work up the courage to stand up to them once more. 

"They don't have that one today, I swear I've looked everywhere!" The, now visible, person speaks into the cell phone clutched to his ear. "I don't know? Does everyone suddenly use the biggest size available? I know you do not need double X."

It seems to be a young boy, perhaps only a few years younger than Eren himself, with messily styled H/C hair and a few piercings adorning his delicate face.

"The one with the purple flowers on the box or the navy blue one with the stars?" The young boy asks, his impatience slowly making its way into his features.

Wait, purple flowers?

Eren's gaze moves back toward the box in his hands and his eyes trace those exact purple flowers printed and plastered smack dab in the center. Though, he knows there are tons of other brands that use matching floral patterns, perhaps this boy was looking for the one with the green background instead of the pink one Eren held.

"The one with the pink box, right?" The boy asks.

Well, perhaps he was searching for the 7 hour wear edition instead of the 8 hour one Eren got for Mikasa. Surely that was the case-

"8 hour version? Do you need to charge it or something, why is there a time limit?"

Certainly he couldn't be looking for the same size, not many people would be as paranoid as Mikasa due to leakage-

"Mm, XXL? Oh, cause of leakage, got it."

Run, that's what Eren needs to do. He knows how far passionate boyfriends would go for their lovers, especially ones as young as the boy he is sharing the aisle with. Kids his age will either pay romantic relationships no heed or take them far too seriously.

Though, before he could pivot in the other direction, the boy ends the call and turns to presumably search for the pink floral box in the size XXL. Coincidentally, the exact box Eren plans to buy.

The last box.

Green meets E/C.

His heart drops to his ass and his arm hastily shields the prized object behind his back as visible sweat forms on his forehead. Though, truly his efforts were all for naught.

Silence follows as the two teenagers hold eye contact, one accompanied with worry creases near his brows and the other with an unamused pout to his lips.

"Those are the last double X they have in stock, aren't they?"

"...Perchance..."

The H/C boy sighs and holds his hands up in surrender. "Look, dude. I come in peace, it's fine. What do I look like to you? Someone who would go batshit over menstrual products?" Eren shakes his head hastily, to which the younger boy agrees. Of course, what was Eren thinking? Incriminating a person who looked to be no older than the age of 15 was not cool on his part.

"You're right, My bad."

Letting any past thoughts flee his mind, Eren resumes his standstill with the stranger, neither seemingly knowing what to do next...

...before the stranger juts a finger behind Eren and exclaims, "Hey, look over there, it's TSwift!"

"What?! Where?!"

Eren was tackled to the ground and landed with a coherent 'oof', the assailant clambering on top of his chest and tugging at his arms to loosen the tight grip on the box that remains in his hands.

"That was a low blow, you psycho! I haven't seen her since I was in fifth grade!" Eren whines as he tries to free himself. Deciding that his actions were amounting to nothing, he thrusts the box away from his body and above his head, the cardboard sliding across the tiled floor of the supermarket.

"Morality is non-existent when it comes to the last box of pads, pretty boy!" The younger boy grits as he abandons Eren's body in favor of stumbling to his feet to reach the box.

As the boy steps over his head, Eren grabs onto one of his leather boots, causing him to plummet with his fingers outstretched only inches away from the prize. Eren flips himself onto his stomach and scrambles over the other boy, laying a palm atop his face to thwart his vision. In retaliation, though not after a sharp squawk, the boy chomps on the fingers overlaid his mouth, causing the brunet to cry out in pain.

"Give up!" The boy demands, "I don't care if I have to bite every one of your fingers off, I'll be leaving with that box!" He declares and delivers a torturous blow to Eren's crotch, causing him to wheeze and topple over in pain. "Aha!" The boy proclaims as he nears his victory, emitting a cry of premature success.

Though, before his slender fingers are able to reach the jackpot, his worst fear is born into existence.

"My Prada boots!" He squeals in agony and fear as Eren holds the cherished shoe above his head triumphantly and a pained smirk creases onto his face. "Don't you dare you monster, they're monolith!"

"You rich people are all the same," Eren scoffs as he throws the boot aways behind him, not sparing a glance in the direction as the boy abandons the box in favor of running over to his beloved shoe. Eren limps over to the pink box and swipes it up with an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. "I win." He states in a cocky tone, taking pride over the brawl he emerged victorious from, already preening at the amount of bragging rights he had just earned himself. "Mikasa, you owe me big time- ack!"

Not without a war cry, the unrelenting stranger rams a shopping cart into Eren's body, forcing the brunet back onto the ground and causing the box to slip out of his grasp and slide onto the floor once again.

"Never mess with my Prada boots again," He heaves and delicately steps over to the abandoned box, taking it into his hold and placing a kiss atop the the printed flowers. "Auggie, you're awesome." He then turns to face Eren and boldly upturns his pierced nose at the sight of the older boy sprawled on the floor. "You put up a good fight, unfortunately for you I reign superio-"

"I didn't hear a bell!" Eren shouts as he springs up and tackles the shorter boy, resulting in the two wrestling on the ground once again, just as they had originally started. Scratching, kicking, and biting their way across the floor, though noticeably making zero progress towards the box they both sought out.

An awkward cough acts as the bucket of cold water that halts their movements, both boys craning their heads in the direction of the sound alike deers in headlights.

An employee that hauled a cart filled to the brim with pink cardboard boxes and printed purple flowers decorating their surfaces stood before their tangled ball of limbs, gifting them a critical stare. Leisurely, and hesitatingly so, she tucks the prized boxes where they belong, before scurrying away with her haul of products stacked into her squeaky cart.

An air of silence follows the departure of the poor retail worker, both boys remaining stunned by the sudden appearance. Though, after realizing what a compromising position they had been caught in, the unraveling of their limbs went unspoken as they stood simultaneously.

Another awkward cough, though this one originating from the brunet, filled the vacant space between the two. Eren grabs ahold of one of the boxes that was recently stocked, his head hanging low in embarrassment. "So..." He utters hesitatingly.

The younger boy clears his throat, "M sry." He mutters.

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry! ...I know that Tswift joke was wrong of me."

Eren sighs in resignation, now realizing how idiotic his actions were, especially considering the fact that he seemed to be the older of the two. "It's fine. I guess we were both signed up for errand boy today, huh?"

The stranger shook his head, "Yeah but, to be honest, this is my first time going on a pad run for my sister. I wasn't 'old enough' a few years ago, and even then we don't usually do our own shopping. Our butler handles all of that."

"Oh..." It was stupid of Eren to forget that most people in his city were lathered in riches, but he did. His recent encounter with this new boy only furthered his forgetfulness, because what sort of opulent teenage boy was willing to engage in a full out brawl for a box of pads? "Well, either way. I'm guessing these aren't for you?"

"Nah, they're for my sister's friends. But, she can get pretty impatient real quickly and I'm not in the mood to deal with teenage Godzilla. She'd probably run me over with her convertible."

The mental image of Godzilla driving a convertible, only to then run over an edgy teen made Eren chuckle, "I get it, this size seems to be in high demand."

"My sister says that it's because of leakage, whatever the hell that means. I don't even think I want to know."

Eren smiled sympathetically, little brother ignorance was something he knew about all too well. "So, why are you here instead of your butler? I think I would have stood a better chance against him if I'm being honest."

The boy shrugs nonchalantly, "She says it's an emergency. Those girls can get pretty scary when in a state of panic. For being older than me, you'd think they'd be better at dealing with stress."

"I understand completely." Eren huffed in exhaustion, "My friends and I are dealing with these real popular kids at our school, we've got an ulterior motive of course, but we've seen a fair share of their antics and I can tell we'll have our hands full. At least the pay off will be worth it. We have a whole plan and everything."

The boy cackled a laugh that shook his whole body and clapped a palm onto the older boy's shoulder, "You don't say? What's such a good prize worth dealing with what seems to be a bunch of rich maggots eating away at your soul?" He asked.

"Well, it has to do with this girl..." Eren begun to attempt to elucidate the entire situation to this stranger but in the end only arrived with stutters, before he decided that the effort of reliving his trauma was not worth it. He sighed, "It's a long story."

Unexpectedly, a highly pitched rendition of 'I'm Just a Kid' began to chime in the stranger's pants, causing him to wince and groan in annoyance. "A story that I can't stay for, unfortunately." He muttered before slipping the device out of his pocket. "It's Godzilla." He confirmed his suspicions but made no moves to accept the call. Instead, he offered a jeweled hand towards the brunet.

This hand wasn't like the one that was offered to him earlier today. Instead of diamonds and gold, silver and various colored stones wrapped around this boy's digits, crowning them with luxury and status.

"My name's Augustine, but you can call me August." He paired with a friendly grin, bringing attention to the silver lip ring hung on his bottom lip.

For some reason, this boy struck something within Eren. He didn't know what it was, but there was a sense of reminiscence flooding his senses when he stared at his smile. The reminiscence that creeps up on you when you look at your sibling and recognize that the shirt they have on is in fact not theirs but yours.

He can't put his finger on it... but August reminded him of someone.

Nonetheless, he excepted his dressed hand with his own bare one. "Eren, it's just Eren."

"Alright, just Eren. I have to go, but hopefully I'll see you around!" August called out as he scampered down the aisle before Eren could have gotten another word of parting out.

What a nice guy, Eren hopes to see him again.

After grabbing the snacks that his newest friends had ordered, promptly ignoring 25 items on Armin's list, he pays the nice woman working the register and makes his departure. By the time he steps back on the pavement, the sun has begun its decent, painting the concrete buildings and vibrant trees in a golden hue.

Trost truly is a beautiful district — the architecture alone places it on a superior level when compared to many other extravagant districts out there.

Eren himself has never lived the kind of life that his new friends or acquaintances were born into. Although having a successful doctor for a dad, it was never an aspect that had ever brought upon wealth for the Jeager family. His mom rapidly rising in her fashion designer career is what has brought him to such a district as this one. Mrs. Jaeger is well on her way to being known for her individuality, and he couldn't be filled with more pride.

Having to leave his old school was pretty easy for him, he had never had many friends there anyway. Sure there were the few he could greet in the hallways, but none that had ever willingly stricken a genuine conversation with him, much less an interesting one. Though, that's not to say the experience of moving out of the blue in your senior year was something he was excited about either, that wouldn't be a nice time for anyone.

It was just his luck that he'd already made a fool out of himself on his very first day. In front of his crush to boot.

Y/N Ackerman.

He wouldn't lie to himself and proclaim that he has no feelings towards the girl. He quite literally puked on her because the amount of emotions she made him feel at a single glance proved to be overbearing to his body. Though, a portion of himself finds itself conflicted. Actually, scratch that - multiple portions of himself find themselves conflicted. As if the little people in his head are arguing against each other, and he isn't sure which side he should be on.

On one hand, the purple person that he decides to name Armeen is arguing that he should hate the girl. Mikasa said that Y/N had surely made it her goal to embarrass Eren in an attempt to solidify her superiority against him and that she was a vicious person with the ugliest soul she had ever seen. 

On another, the red person, Mika Mika, proclaimed that he already hates her. Armin and Mikasa have informed him of her vile friends, the people she willingly surrounds herself with. She condones their actions by mere association. Not to mention the absolute joke she had made of him, which was sure to have cost him a year's worth of ill-repute. Hell, probably even the rest of his soon to be miserable life.

But then, as if he had grown a sudden third hand, there appeared a pink person. This one unnamed, whispered details the other two would surely never approve of. How could she be a vicious person, when she had went out of her own way to not only invite him, but his only friends, to her highly anticipated game AND her own home, knowing that everyone in their grade had heard the abrupt invitation? She was willingly attempting to help him fix his image. How could the person those little people in his head describe as ruthless and callous, ever make his insides light on fire, as if he was a skewered rotisserie chicken on a white Sunday morning? How could the devil herself bring upon him feelings only talked about in movies?

Manipulation.

Gaslighting someone to their wits' end by batting her fluffy lashes. It's an old tactic really, but one that would never die out, nor could it. Eren isn't stupid, he knows the truth of the situation. How dire a messy set up like this could have affected her reputation as well, he gets it. Understands that measures need to be taken to prevail through such a trying time. When you're at the top, tiptoeing a razors edge, everyone at the bottom has a clear shot to shoot you down. Those mean comments and accusations of prejudice are just the paint strokes crafting a precise target onto her back.

But, to bring him and his friends into her little scheme?

To escape that threat, you need to move, and to move, you need stepping stones. Eren won't let himself or his friends be used as stepping stones.

That's exactly the reason why the three of them have developed a plan to knock her off of her prodigious throne. No longer will they allow the Queen Bee of Trost Academy to continue her reign of exploitation.

Instead, she will... shit her pants?

Well, that's the best they could come up with, so it'll have to do.

It was simple in nature really, Eren simply needed to buy her a drink, one that Mikasa claims has always been her favorite pick to drink before a game, though Eren still questions how she even had that information, and then he will offer that said drink to her as a peace offering.

A seemingly innocent gesture, except it's not. Mikasa was in charge of acquiring laxatives which they would infuse into the refreshment, which Y/N would drink and whatever happened next would be left up to fate. Though, Armin had elucidated three paths that which this plan could take.

Probability 1: She'd harbor a stomach ache, forcing her to be benched due to her poor performance, effectively eliminating the captain of Trost's varsity soccer team. Ruining her image, their chances of winning their vital game of the year, and her life.

Probability 2: She'd fart up a storm, or worse, ruining her image of the ideal senior of the year, their chances of winning their vital game of the year, and her life.

Probability 3: She'd pull an Eren and projectile vomit all over her teammates and opponents. Ruining her stellar image, their chances of winning their vital game of the year, and her life.

The third was preferred for their goal of seeking revenge, but they wouldn't complain if either of the other two played out perfectly.

"Finally, Eren! You took so long, we started to wonder if you had gotten lost on the way here." Armin says as the boy approaches their meeting spot.

"I did, three times. There is no need for this school to be so damn huge."

"Well, you're here now so..." Mikasa surreptitiously looks over her shoulder and then Eren's, "You got the goods?" She asks.

"Stop acting shifty Mikasa, you're making me nervy." Eren rebukes, eyes glancing from side to side in paranoia.

"Do you have it or not." She exasperatedly asks. He timidly ushers the plastic bag her way, his back moving to obstruct the exchange from any prying eyes. "Good boy, keep me covered and I'll crush these bad boys and then pour them in."

"Hurry 'Kasa, I don't wanna go to jail!" Armin's nerves get the best of him, and just as Mikasa began to pour the laxatives into the energy drink, his trembling palms latch onto her shoulders and begin to shake her back and forth. Unfortunately, the forcible motions cause her hand to slip and pour more than what was necessary for what they had planned. "Oops..." He breathes.

Eren's jaw drops at the amount, "Holy shit, are you- are you sure that's okay?" A dramatic gasp forcibly rasps his throat, "She's not actually gonna die, right?!"

"Uhm... no... I don't think so."

"What do you mean, you don't think so?!" He screeches.

"Ohmygosh,we'regoingtojailI'mnotbuiltforthatimgonnadie-"

"Armin, chill." Mikasa grits, before twisting the cap of the bottle and giving it a good shake. "She'll be fine, we're not going to jail. All that'll change is the addition of one more possibility, which is shitting her pants for real."

"I thought we were only joking about that? You mean she'll actually shart herself?" Eren asks.

"Yeah," Mikasa declares with no amount of remorse in her irises, simply tilting her head to face him head on, smirk standing proud on her lips. "Even better than we planned, right? Give the bitch the humiliation she deserves."

After a moment of maintaining arduous eye contact with the ravenette, Eren relents, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling instead and interlocking both hands in his shaggy hair. "You're crazy. Like deadass, you belong in a mental hospital."

"Okay but, wait. The bottle is already open, no one who has a right mind would accept an already opened drink from someone she met yesterday." Armin points out, ever the observer.

"Well, she's gonna have to in order for this plan to work..." Mikasa mumbles, lips pursing in thought. "Oh, Eren! Why don't you be a doll and offer to open it for her, that way she wouldn't even notice it has already been open." She announces with a proud nod, clearly impressed with her solution.

Eren however, isn't as impressed. If anything, the pit in his stomach twists and turns even tighter, bringing forth creases onto the surface of his skin as his face lightly scrunches in disgust. Playing a direct hand in the demise of anyone's athletic career can be catastrophic to the psyche, though he doubts Mikasa's is being affected much if at all.

"Fine."

"Good boy-"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Anyway, we should get going now. Or else, we'd be late. The game starts in 20 minutes, and the walk there is about five, give or take. Though, the introductions take up a good 10 to 15." She ignores the boy.

"Plus, we still need to find seats. Hopefully we won't have to sit on the opposing team's side, or else we'd be royally fucked." Armin adds as they exit the school building.

The pathway that leads them directly towards the stadium is beautiful and cleanly. The school itself is exceptionally cared for, with vibrant green bushes that looked as if they were clipped with the utmost precision. Marbled vases for various other plants and polished benches littered across the lawn oozed a luxurious aura.

"Who are they playing against?" Eren asks.

"I think it's Stohess Prep." Armin answers.

"Oh, that means drama~" Mikasa adds, "10 bucks Levi chokes out Coach Nile?"

"Mm, nah. 20 bucks it's Ymir and Hitch." Armin replies, pointer finger prodding at the fat of his cheek in thought.

"Oh, I forgot about those two. 30 Y/N is forced to step in either way."

"40 bucks she joins."

"50 that they recreate that one Euphoria scene from season 2."

"60 someone yells plus ultra."

"70 bucks Y/N gets hit by a bus and dies."

"..."

"..."

"Okay, you need an exorcist." Armin quips.

"I've been wondering, why do you hate her so much? There's gotta be history you're not telling me." Eren asks the girl.

It was true, he can feel the animosity she seemingly reigns in 24/7 and he wonders if it was at all reciprocated. Though, he has the feeling that it's heavily one sided.

"Mikasa and Y/N-"

"Armin, shut it." The girl grits before her friend could have thought to utter the remainder of his statement.

Eren groans, "Armin, don't shut it. Open it. Open it wide."

"Don't word it like that, Eren..."

"I just don't see the point," Mikasa admits, though her face was telling to how difficult the situation seems to be for her, "What's in the past should be left there, why open up that can of worms?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but it's pretty damn obvious that those worms have been out for a while now. You don't think I've noticed how personal this seems to be for you?" Eren rebuts.

"Oh, and I'm not supposed to notice how personal this is for you? As in, more than just some revenge brought upon by petty high school humiliation?" She challenges, and her piercing gaze bore into Eren's own. "You've made your little crush pretty obvious, the addition of this information might change more than you think it would, Eren."

"Who I have a crush on is none of your business. Besides, yeah, I'll admit I'm not blind, I can tell Y/N is an attractive girl. You can't blame me for admitting so, but a silly little school crush is just a silly little school crush at the end of the day. I don't get how your past with her had anything to do with something as minuscule as that."

Mikasa's arms crossed before her chest in frustration, and she kept her head forward, not relenting at unsealing her lips. Though, Armin, being placed in the middle of both teens, hates being a quiet middleman.

"Y/N and Mikasa are cousins." He blurts.

Eren's jaw drops, "What?!" His fingers thread through his hair once again, this time gripping at the roots because what the actual fuck. "You're fucking with me, right?"

Armin shakes his head vehemently, "Deadass. They even have the same last name! You'd have never guessed, right?"

"Well, not really. Like, at all."

"Trust me, I wish it wasn't true either." Mikasa sighs.

Eren's arms flail before him defensively, "No! It's not that I wish it weren't true, it's just that it's hard to believe considering how you guys are like polar opposites. I mean she's so... y'know-" He awkwardly shrugs his shoulders, expecting the action to speak the words he couldn't find in himself to utter out loud. "And you're... y'know..."

Armin coughs, "Emo."

"I'm not emo! As a matter of fact, I'm not even a goth, contrary to popular belief. I'm just edgy, how hard is it to look up, people?!"

"...what's the difference?"

"Oh, shut up, Armin! That's why your balls haven't dropped!"

"You promised you wouldn't bring that up anymore!"

"Armin, your balls haven't dropped?"

"Oh, look! We're here!"

As Eren looked before them, he was met with the front of an impressive industrialized soccer stadium. The words 'Home of the Scouts' were engraved above the entrance in proud bold letters. He notices that they are currently standing in the middle of the massive parking lot, containing multiple first class busses bearing the titles 'Stohess Stallions'.

Guessing that those belong to the opposing team, and that team was no where to be found, Eren concludes that both teams must be inside already. Which begs the question, how late is this trio?

"You're in the way."

Eren nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden stern voice, and the freight was not limited to himself. Armin squeaks and hides behind his two friends, using them as human shields, though Mikasa simply whips around with a nasty scowl at her face because, who would have the audacity?

Oh, that's who.

"Hitch." She grits.

Coming face to face with a group of girls clad in forest green shorts and jersey's, though their matching team jackets obscured the latter, was intimidating, to say the least. The one standing with the most pride, right at the front and center, wore a smug smirk on her face that her short and wavy dirty blonde hair framed beautifully.

"Well, well, well, would you look at who we have here." She drawls with a laugh. "This is such an interesting trio you guys have going on."

"Mikasa who is this, and why did she come up to us like an anime villain?" Eren whispers towards the ravenette.

"Just our luck." The girl mutters under her breath, not at all a just answer in Eren's eyes, but he was not about to voice his thoughts.

The stranger eyeballs Eren in a way that a certain Ackerman did just a few hours earlier in the day, though this time it did not have him weak in the knees, instead an eerie shiver ran down the length of his spine and caused him to gulp down a yelp.

"Come lookin' for a barf bag, new kid?" She decides to single him out directly, "You know, it's almost funny. I always have the same reaction you did when I see Ackerman as well! I don't blame you, hell, I'd even praise you if it wasn't so disgustingly embarrassing." She jests. "You are new aren't ya? Man, the balls you must have to pull that stunt on your very first day. Oh, the look on her face was enough to have me in tears, I've got to tell you."

"It wasn't on purpose." He mumbles with an eye roll.

"Oh, be careful Hitch. You'll make him mad and we just had our jerseys dry cleaned." Comes a voice from beside her, one of her teammates presumably. This draws out many more chuckles from the group of girls, causing Eren's cheeks to heat up from the jab at his poor stomach.

That voice, low but smooth, causes both Armin and Mikasa to stiffen, as if they had recognized it.

"No way..." Armin mutters, his eyes widening in surprise as the owner of the voice made herself visible.

Another blonde, though this one a paler tone, with glacial blue eyes and a sloped nose emerged from the group, a large bag slung over her shoulders and purple cleats hanging from her fingers.

She had an aura about her, one familiar to Eren. One that wrapped itself around every throat and forced the people around her to pay her heed.

"You're right, Annie. Coach would bench us if we happened to sully them and he can't afford to bench his star players." Hitch agrees, though her eyes are not on her apparent teammate. Instead, they seemed to be inspecting Armin and Mikasa's faces, clearly amused by their starstruck expressions.

"Kasa, do something..." Armin whispers.

"What do you want me to do, hex her?"

"Mikasa, long time no see." Annie continues. It seems that the two know each other, perhaps they are old friends? What a heartwarming reunion. "How's it feel living in your cousins shadow?"

Or, perhaps not.

Mikasa's eyes darken and she begins to fumble in her bag for a pair of scissors, "I quite like the shadows, it gives me a place to properly plan your downfall. Maybe even your murder."

Hitch gasps and feigns a frightened expression, "Oh shiver me timbers, small emos are so scary."

"I'll show you scary cunt-"

"Hey hey hey! What's going on here?" Connie unexpectedly appears from behind the trio, his arms making their way around their shoulders. "You guys will be late if you keep loitering around."

"You could never be Bokuto." One of the girls murmur.

"Oh, Connie, I'm so glad you're here. Bend down a little will you? I feel like I have something stuck in my teeth." Hitch jests as she rubs a finger across her pearly whites.

"Aha, funny." Connie grits, "Hey, how's Marlowe by the way? I imagine he's better since he left you for, who was it again?" He asks with a false pensive look.

"Her mom." Armin declares with a proud grin.

The girl clenches her jaw and scowls, "Fuck you, Connie. Isn't yours chilling upside down on a roof?"

"Wrong AU, hitch."

"At least my hair doesn't make me look like I call corporate." Connie retorts.

"Yeah, well at least-"

"Hitch, we don't have time for this." Annie interrupts, holding her wrist out and allowing her teammate to glance at her watch... is that a Rolex? "We still need to warmup."

Eren doesn't think he has ever seen Connie's eyes darken as much as they did then, shooting daggers at the blonde on par with the ones Mikasa fires at her cousin. "You finally decide to talk, Annie?" He calls the girl out.

Without even sparing him a glance, she states a monotone, "I have nothing to say to you." And walks away from the group in pursuit for the entrance.

Following her departure, Hitch scowls at the fact that she too should follow. "Whatever, I'll save my energy for your little friends on the field. You better watch your captain, it'd be a shame if she forgets her place and mysteriously finds herself on her knees where she belongs."

"Don't dish out what you can't take." Connie asserts.

The girl simply rolls her eyes, "Let's go." She says and takes her leave, taking her army of followers along with her.

"Saweetie did it better!" Armin yells after her, to which Mikasa agrees and waves her hand daintily at the group.

"Man, you are having the worst of luck today, aren't you, Eren?" Connie says with a guffaw.

Eren groans and holds his head in his hands. "Trust me, I know."

"I'm surprised you held your own, Connie. Considering that was literally Annie... and she's with Stohess." Mikasa says.

The boy sighs, "Yeah, I know. Fortunately, Reiner found out yesterday, so we weren't as blind sided. Though, we still haven't told the team, and that's been a topic of discourse amongst a couple of our friends." He answers, and the pained expression on his face almost forces Eren to feel sorry for him.

Almost.

Shaking his head lightly to disperse his frown, he instead returns his attention towards the brunet once again. "Anyway, don't worry about Hitch. She's always like that. It's petty school rivalry shit that we used to have with Marley till they shut that school down. Now Stohess thinks they need to step up and claim the spot as our rivals." He explains, though Eren laughs at the ridiculousness of his joke.

They're in high school, clearly it wouldn't actually be that serious, right?

Why is Eren the only one laughing?

"No literally, look." Connie says and juts a finger towards the busses they had spotted earlier. Eren hadn't spotted it before, but right under the school name seemed to be the words, 'Trost Academy rivals! Fuck Marley and Fuck Trost!'

"Oh..." Eren utters breathily, "We're too old for this shit."

"Anyway, we should really get going or else we won't find good seats." Armin ushers his friends with his hands.

"Oh!" Connie exclaims with a newfound grin, one that Eren thinks fits him better than his previous frown. "Don't worry about your seats, you can come chill with us. We've already saved some for you guys."

Armin gasps dramatically and his eyes nearly bulge out of his skull. "Y-you mean, your VIP section? We get to sit in VIP?!" He screeches. Even Mikasa seems taken aback, her jaw slack and her brows hiding behind her bangs, though she didn't dare voice it.

"Yup! Though I had no idea it was called that, Sasha is gonna freak when I tell her!" The teen buzzes with anticipation. "I'll lead the way, come on."

As they begin to follow him, Eren leans into Armin's ear to ask, "Why are they called the VIP seats?"

Armin sputters, "Why else, Eren? They're the best seats in the stadium. The plastics are the only ones to ever use the space, but today we're making history."

"We haven't even told you about the rest of their clique." Mikasa adds.

"The rest? There're more than the eight we've talked about?"

"Oh Eren... there are levels to this shit, okay? Not to mention, lore." Armin says whilst his fingers wiggle before Eren's face to build suspense.

"For instance, remember Annie from earlier? The blondie with blue eyes and a tongue as sharp as a dagger?" Mikasa asks.

"Yeah?"

"Well, she might not act like it, but she's a retired plastic."

"What? You mean she attended Trost at one point? Also, you can retire? Why would she retire?"

"She didn't just attend Trost, she was a founding member of the plastics. A true OG. She helped run our halls. In fact, I'd go as far to say that she was once closer to Y/N than Jean has ever been." Armin said.

"Then, what would make her willingly give that up?"

"Something so simple and obvious, yet achingly torturous that you wouldn't help but sympathize with her. Especially someone like you, wearing your heart on your sleeve like that." Mikasa lightly jabs at her friend.

"Just tell me, 'kasa. I'm not as soft hearted as you think I am." Eren grumbles.

"Unrequited love."

Eren's breath catches in his throat at her words, for he couldn't believe what she was implying. "W-what? You're telling me..."

"Yup," Armin decides to finish his sentence, "We're not sure which way it went or how exactly it went down, but...

One of those girls loved the other far deeper than just mere friendship."

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The Summit…

Choi San/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, violence and blood

A/N: mountain mountain i fucked up on the mountain-or whatever skz said 🤭 this one is short and hopefully sweet for the sweetest boy San hehe 🙂‍↕️ i think we can all agree its what he deserves ❤️ also i think he was in a ballroom what with the chandeliers? not that it matters but i think they all had a respective room in the mansion to destroy? but yeah hope you enjoy!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You hurried to the mansion described in a hastily written note left on your desk by San. He must have snuck in late and left it in hopes you’d see it when you woke up.

As you entered the large abandoned building, Hongjoong walked up to you. “He’s in the ballroom, try not to take too long, yeah? This place is going up in flames very soon.” he said with his usual devilish grin.

You headed in the direction he pointed to, desperately needing to find San as soon as you could to tell him everything you were feeling before it was too late.

You could already see him through one of the broken doors as you turned the corner. His muscular back exposed above the fur coat that hung loosely on his elbows. As the glass and debris crunched under your feet he turned to look at you, his dimpled smile appearing and making your heart flutter.

His tanned skin seemed to almost glow under the dim chandelier light as he walked towards you. You drank in every beautiful detail of him. His slicked back hair with small pieces sticking out that framed his forehead. His tight leather pants that hugged his well defined body that he so painstakingly crafted through years of working out. And the oh so well defined outline of his abs, chest and sharp jawline.

“You actually showed up,” he said with a smile as he adjusted the fur to rest on his shoulders properly. You swallowed hard, his soft clove scent intoxicating you like so many previous encounters. “Of course I did, you practically ran off after that kiss, that really hurt you know. Should’ve known better than to get involved with a damn fugitive.” you slapped yourself mentally for how stupid you must have sounded. He just chuckled and moved closer, knowing he needed to apologize for that.

Honestly? You probably should have realized months ago in the snack isle of the grocery store what kind of man he was. Standing there with a busted lip and tattered clothes. The friend he was with had walked off saying something about getting drinks. He looked confused, his lip dripping blood down his chin and onto his shirt. You hesitated before telling him, but only for a moment. “Hey, you’re bleeding.” your voice coming out alot quieter than you had wanted. He turned to you, his beat up face now more visible. You hurried closer to him, “God you’re all beat up, are you okay?!” you reached into your bag and pulled out a clean handkerchief. You dabbed at the blood, a horrible idea considering he was a stranger and who knows if he had something, but your wanting to help someone in need overtook your doubt.

He looked at where you cleaned his chin, your hands then moving to tug at his shirt. “That’s gonna stain but,” your hands moved to the large hole at his side, “I guess that doesn’t really matter.” you said under your breath.

“I’m San.” his deep voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Oh uhm, hello San I’m Y/n.” you said with a laugh, your face flushing once you saw his deeply dimpled smile. “Here, in case it starts bleeding again.” you said as you handed him the fabric.

Once he took it in his hand, you now saw his bruised and bloodied knuckles. “Thanks.” he said and held it at one of the wounds on his hand that had split open. “It’s none of my business but, maybe you should go to the hospital?” He scoffed at your suggestion, “I’ll be fine, thanks for your help.”

His friend from before walked up, his very intense resting bitch face not changing upon seeing you. “Let’s go. Can’t waste too much time here, there’s cameras.” he whispered the last part but your ears caught it. San grabbed two bags of the chips he was staring at before you interrupted him and smiled at you. “Goodbye Y/n” he said with a wave and his friend pulled him away. You heard him silently chastising him as they walked off while San just laughed hard.

Later that night while you made dinner, you overheard the news saying there were currently 8 men on the run in the city. You went to fix your eyes on the TV screen and your heart sank when you recognized one of them as San. Had you come into contact with a wanted criminal?! You thought twice about calling the advertised hotline though, knowing there was always more to the story than the media portrayed. You went to bed that night, hoping you’d never have to see him again. But, the next day as you left for work, you saw him outside of your building. He was waiting for you, your now spotless handkerchief in his extended hand.

You stepped back cautiously causing him to sign in realization of how he must look right now. “Sorry I just, wanted to give this back.” You didn’t move closer to him though, even after he extended out his hand further towards you. He was now in much nicer clothes, black slacks and a pressed white button up. His hair was slicked back and you took in his features for the first time, completely mesmerized by him if you were being completely honest.

“Did you follow me?” you asked moving closer, trusting his calm body language. You finally took back the handkerchief. He nodded, “Only cause the boss insisted, wanted to make sure you wouldn’t say anything.” You raised your brow, “Thought it was to give back this and thank me?” you teased as you waved the white fabric in front of him. He rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m inclined to ask you, if you do plan on saying anything?”

You moved back with a giggle, catching another one of those deeply dimpled smiles. “I’m not so sure now, after the news report I saw last night.” His smile faded, his eyes fixed on you as he inched closer. “You already would have, if you really wanted to.” He caught your bluff, laughing as you pressed your lips together in defiance.

“Thanks again, not many people like you left in this godforsaken city,” he said with spite. “You’re welcome, and thanks for bringing this back.” you said softly as you stuffed the hanky into your bag. “Even if you did stalk me to do it.” He chuckled, “If you knew my boss, you’d follow his every order too.”

You sighed, “You in some kind of gang?” Your question was genuinely out of curiosity, but you knew people didn’t normally ask so bluntly like that. “No, we’re more of a family.” he said and you cocked your head to the side.

“That sounds exactly like what someone in a gang would say.” you said plainly and gasped suddenly as the bus you rode to work sped by the two of you. “Shit that’s my bus! Gotta go!” you yelped as you ran off like a bat out of hell.

He watched as the bus didn’t slow down, despite you clearly running after it. You wailed at the passing bus about how you were going to be late, your chest heaving to catch your breath. San had walked up to you in your frenzy, “I can take you, if you don’t mind.”

Despite your gut instinct, you took his offer, sitting very closely to the door in case you needed to jump out if he tried anything strange. The two of you sat in the back of the car, its all black interior sleek and luxurious compared to any other car you’ve ever been in. “Oh boy, now you’re gonna know where I work, too.” San chuckled as the driver finally pulled up to your office building. “We already know where you work.” he said cooly, earning a wide eyed look from you.

Once the car was stopped the driver quickly got out to open the door for you. “Oh, thank you.” you said politely and he simply nodded, waiting to close the door as San slipped out behind you. He stared at the large building, almost as if he was surveying it.

“Oh god, this isn’t one of those, you’re my new boss type things, is it?” He looked over at you, “Why? Do you want me to be?” You don’t know why your heart fluttered at that but it did. The birth of a new kink perhaps?

“No, I don’t work here, just making sure you get in safe.” You nodded and began to walk off, “Well thanks for the ride. Consider us even, I guess.” You didn’t realize your choice of words in that moment, but they’d have an impact on him that would start the beginning of something incredible.

“You guess? This your way of saying you wanna see me again?” he asked with that same damn smile. You went hot, your knees wobbling only a little at the thought. He took your silence as the answer he was sure the both of you wanted. “Let me treat you to dinner sometime?”

Dinner? With a wanted criminal? You had to really think about it. But admittedly, not for very long. “Sure. Maybe. We’ll see.” you answered and he just nodded. “Alright! Don’t worry, I know where to find you.” he said with one last smile before getting back in the car.

After that, he did in fact find you. In more ways than just your location. The two of you spent alot of time together after that wonderful dinner. Quiet dates at not very popular places as to not raise suspicion. Staying up late talking for hours in your home. He even cooked dinner for you one night, the food being delightfully edible considering he complained about it not coming out well. You soon came to realize that you craved his presence. Having him in your home was comforting, even just platonically.

That is until one night, sitting on the steps of your apartment building, when you finally made a move to kiss him. You had moved closer once you felt his hand on your waist, taking it as his first move. You had fallen for him hard, and it was so easy too, considering he was one of the kindest and gentlest people you’d ever met.

He pulled away first, almost as if he had some kind of realization. “Getting involved with me isn’t wise, sweetheart.” his voice was soft as he held your face. “Why? I still don’t even know why you’re wanted- god I don’t even think I really care!” you said turning away from him, embarrassed after admitting that to yourself for the first time.

“Me and my team, we’re here to take down Z.”

And since that long explanation that night, he hadn’t come back to see you. You were lonely once again, losing his presence had hurt you so badly. So when you saw his note, you were determined to tell him exactly how you felt.

“Yet here you are, with that same fugitive.” he said as one of his hands went to rest on his waist while the other adjusted his bulge. The tight leather pants he wore molded so perfectly to his body that they left nothing to the imagination. Your eyes couldn’t look away as his perfect form moved closer.

“What do you want? You ask me here to embarrass me again?” your voice cracked towards the end, the emotions being too much to bear.

It was silent for a few seconds before he answered. “I wanted to say sorry, I shouldn’t have left like that but,” he took your hands in his, “I just didn’t want anyone to hurt you ‘cause of me.” You felt your tears start to fall, the warmth of them contrasted by the cold of the room. “But you ended up being the one to hurt me San.” you said as he moved his hands to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. “I know, I’m sorry sweetheart.” he said before moving in to kiss you.

The feeling of him being this close to you after months was exhilarating. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer. His hands went to your rear, wasting no time in sliding under your skirt to squeeze your ass. He moaned into the kiss as your hands began to trail downwards, just palming at his hardening length was enough to make him crazy.

He pulled away in a huff, “There’s something else,” his voice was low, his head tilting quickly as he sucked his teeth. You felt him squeeze your sides tighter, “What is it San? Just tell me.” you said through swollen lips. “Tonight is, our last stand against Z.” You could tell he was hurting, his eyes quickly darted away from yours, threatening to tear up. “we’ll be fighting to our deaths after we burn this place down.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your head going down to avoid his eyes once what he said settled in. “Oh, I see.” you said and rested your head against his chest.

“I’m happy I got to meet you, despite everything.” his hand moved to rub your head, “My only light in the darkness of this city.” You only cried harder at his words, holding him tighter and not wanting to let him go. You didn’t care if the house burned with the two of you inside at this point, if it meant you could stay in his embrace.

“San…” you said against his chest. “Yes?” his voice was soft as he held you tightly. “Please, just stay with me, you don’t have to do this.” You knew your words wouldn’t stop him, but you felt it in your heart to ask regardless. He looked at your teary eyes, unable to answer. He’d never give up in fighting Z, despite falling in love with you. And you both knew that.

He simply leaned in to meet your lips once again, leading the kiss into a very passionate and desperate frenzy. His strong hands trailed down your sides, quickly cupping you rear to lift you up. He didn’t once break away from your sweet mouth as he walked you back against a nearby wall. “San,” you huffed against his lips, licking at them with need. “I know baby,” he said before latching onto your neck, sucking hard against your heated skin.

His hands moved to your front, fingers deftly dipping into your underwear. A whimper escaped his throat as he pushed against your wet folds. “Hold on.” You said his fingers slipping out of you and his weight shifting to let you onto your feet. You pulled down your underwear, letting them fall down and hang from one ankle as he lifted you back up against the wall.

He had undid his pants and pulled himself from his boxers, his hard dick now sliding against you only briefly before pushing completely into you. You moaned at the stretch, looking at him with sultry eyes as you bit your bottom lip. “Too bad our first time is also our last time, huh?” he asked with a smile, accepting his fate as. you gripped at his beck. He growled as you bared down around him, “It’s tragic really,” you said before kissing him hard.

His hips snapped against you, his breath hitching every time he plunged back into you. You watched him as he worked, wiping the sweat from his brow as you moaned out. “Fuck, let me ride you, please.” You barely finished your sentence before he helped you onto your feet and eagerly layed down on the dirty floor. You didn’t waste any time in getting on top of him, his member still hard and needy. Your hands graciously massaged the expanse of his chest and abs, unable to hold back a smile at how happy he made you. The dust and debris dug into your knees as you bounced on him greedily.

He was downright pussy drunk at this point, moaning and praising you as his hands gripped you tight. “Fuck, I’m sorry baby, so fucking sorry.” His voice was hoarse as he pumped into you, meeting your movements chaotically. The two of you fucked desperately, both chasing your climaxes as your hearts sank at the inevitable parting of your bodies.

Every nerve in your body was firing as he hit your spot every time he pumped back in, your legs weak from riding. Your moan sounded like a scream in the echoey room as your orgasm finally washed over you.

You leaned down, kissing him weakly still bared down on his dick as he fucked into you faster and harder. He constantly kept whispering out “I’m sorry” and “I love you” against your lips, his hips stuttering as he came into you hard. Your hands had moved to either side of his head as your body gave out, “I hate you so much.” You lied through your tears, knowing that you were deeply, if not madly, in love with him. But saying it now didn’t matter. It would hurt far too much. And it wouldn’t change a damn thing.

There was a cough from the far side of the room, causing you to jerk upwards. San held your hips down, not caring who it was as your wet cunt warmed his cock deliciously. “Sorry to interrupt but, the boss says it’s time.” Jongho said and left as quickly as he appeared.

The two of you soon exited the building, hand in hand, an empty gas can in sans other hand after he doused the ball room in gasoline. You looked around to see the others waiting and you ignored the whispers of the other men once San started talking to them, not caring what they might have heard or seen as you headed off away from the house.

You watched as they made quick work of soaking the front of the building in gas, and setting it ablaze. The eight of them stood in from of the flames, the heat licking their skin as they all came to terms with their fates together. They all headed to their respective vehicles, San beckoning you over to his, sweetly saying he’d drive you home.

San held your hand the whole drive back, softly rubbing your skin with his thumb as he talked to Wooyoung. The two of you didn’t need to say anything to one another, it’d be too sad and pointless anyway. He got out to open the door for you once the car stopped in front of your building. You were reminded of the day he dropped you off at work and you wished more than anything to be back during that time as you held back your tears.

“Well uh, thanks for coming. I mean ugh! Shit, you know what I-“ he said awkwardly before you cut him off with your lips, pouring all the love you had for him into the kiss. “Goodbye San.” He pulled you back to him and kissed you one last tine hopelessly, sad and hating the fact that this was the fate of your brief relationship. “Goodbye Y/n” he pulled away and turned from you, not once looking back as he headed to the waiting car.

Your life went back to normal after that. Well, about as normal as it could be after that whole intense ordeal. It didn’t get any better when you watched the news and the eight members of Ateez were confirmed dead after their standoff with Z and his followers. In better news however, Z didn’t make it out either. The news clips had showed his beheaded body briefly before quickly blurring it out and cutting the live footage. At least there was a silver lining, despite it being very thin and dull.

As you slept, you dreamt of San. His strong arms holding you, his soft lips kissing down your body. You could almost feel him too, his presence close like it usually was whenever he was in your home. You woke up in a huff, breathing heavy and looking around, hoping what you felt in your dream was real.

But he wasn’t there, and your tears finally fell upon realizing you’d never see him again. A sudden tap at your window broke you free from your thoughts, the sound scaring you for only a second before a wave of relief washed over you, knowing that pattern of taps as San’s. You quickly opened the window upon seeing him on your fire escape, just as beaten up as the first day you met him.

“You idiot!” you said before pulling him in by his collar. He chuckled as he got to his feet inside your warm home, “Thought you’d be happier to see me.” His hands were cold as they cupped your face, his nose just as cold as he nuzzled it against yours. “I would be if you weren’t all beaten up again.”you squeaked out before you started crying into his chest.

“I’m fine, I promise.” He said and kissed your forehead. “Can’t say the same for Z though.” You looked at him through tears, “Were you the one who decapitated him?” He shook his head with a laugh, “Nah, I’d never take that privilege from the boss.” He moved away from you, sitting down in a nearby chair and letting out the heaviest breath. His adrenaline rush subsided and the reality of his painful body hit him.

“Well, what now?” you asked as you went off to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. “Now, we rest.” He sounded bone tired, taking the glass you offered and gulping down the water quickly. You watched him, your arms crossing over your chest. “Won’t they figure out that those bodies weren’t yours though?” He placed the glass down on the TV console next to him before he stood up to face you. “Yeah that’s why I’m here, to take you with me.” He smiled as he took your hands in his. Had it been anyone else, at any other time, you’d probably protest. You’d definitely say no. But it was San, the love of your life. So you immediately got a bag and stuffed it with some clothes and your most important things that could fit inside. “Lets go then!”

He helped you down the fire escape, kissing you softly when you finally got down onto the ground safely. “You sure about this? Really?” he asked as the two of you hurried to the car. “I love you San, of course I’m sure.” You pulled him close into a loving hug, the man before you sighing with relief as he held you. “I love you too.”

A/N: man oh man do i love climbing mountains 🤭🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ he looked WAY too good in the mv i couldn’t NOT write something hehe also this has something to do with the lore right? not the smut, but the mv? its got something to do with Z and the lore it just HAS to 🥴

[berylcups]

Could I maybe request SDC +Dio with a s/o that gets their work hours cut in half, and maybe they go scare the manager or smthn? Idk I'm not creative with prompts lmao. Thought it would be funny, thank youuu!!

SDC + DIO x Reader with their hours cut

CW: Death mention, horny old people,

Notes: hey! Sorry it took so long! I really tried with this one. 😭 I hope you like it! I’m still fleshing out their personalities. I’m still getting used to writing new characters. Even if this sux I hope you and everyone else can find some sort of enjoyment from this! 💜 Beryl

*also for my non-murican’ readers Target is a like a smaller scale Walmart but pretends to be bougie 🥴

Joseph

-Platonic-

“Why ask for xtra hours when you can get an allowance from your greatest grandad ever???”

-Romantic-

“Who needs a job when you got a sugar daddy ??? 😘”

SEND THAT HORNY OLD BASTARD TO THE NURSING HOME 🏠

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Richie McRichardson doesn’t realize that you need to build a good resume. 🙄 or the fact we live in the real world where we have to make our own money.

Well no friend of his is going to get their hours cut! He’s going to use hermit purple to fuck around with electronics section and manipulate the tvs to make them glitch out and act possessed.

“GiVe Y/n FuLl TiMe HoUrS aNd BeNeFiTs…. Or ElSe. GiVe ThEm A pAy RaIsE ToO…”

“AlSo… ClEaN uP oN IsLe 6…”

Jotaro

“Good grief. Do I really need to get involved in this? Fine. Let’s go.” He sighed as he cracked his knuckles.

Your boss might die today. 😬 tell him to hold back a bit kay? I don’t think the Speedwagon Foundation wants to bail him out for getting into a onesided fist fight with a Target supervisor.

Thankfully he doesn’t have to do much. All he has to do is stare your boss down menacingly.

“I heard you were cutting Y/Ns hours. How about you fix that?”

Your supervisor is literally pissing their pants. 😰 He doesn’t leave until you get all your hours. Then he’s gonna smoke INSIDE the damn store because he’s disrespectful. If anyone tells him there’s no smoking allowed in the store he’s going to tell them to go fuck themselves 😭

Kakyoin

He’s going to use his charm to get his way. He’s gonna get you your hours back. If his charisma SOMEHOW doesn’t work he’s going to use Hierophant Green to string himself out so the boss and other employees keep tripping over what looks like nothing. 😂

The boss is freaking out getting slapped in the face and his ass whipped and has no idea what’s going on.

“Was this store built on a fucking graveyard?!” Your boss panics.

“You should really watch where you’re going sir.” He says smugly.

The boss finally gives in to your demands after they get clotheslined by HGs tentacle limb 🥴

Avdol

“Hmm? You're not getting any hours? That’s not according to YOUR fortune habibi/habibti! 😉”

He got some tricks up his sleeve. He’s going to get you your fortune…as told by his fortune! 🔮😅

“I have seen your fortune! You’re in grave danger. According to the ___ card it means you are going to lose all your wealth, health, and happiness!”

Your boss somehow believes this. Who wouldn’t believe a charismatic self assured middle eastern man in ornate robes and jewelry??? That’s a person you won’t forget!

To add some extra razzle dazzle he catches your bosses hair on fire. 🔥

Now he really thinks he’s cursed.

“Tell me mysterious customer! How do I fix this?! 😭😭😭”

Return the slab— “Give Y/N their hours back! And give them all the benefits and pay raises they need to live comfortably!”

Your boss gives in and does everything Avdol says. You’re officially getting paid as much as your boss now in fear of getting “cursed” again. …and to prevent 3rd degree burns 🥵

Polnareff

Your boss is about ready to taste some metal and I’m not talking about guns.

“Hey—! What gives?! First you don’t give my amour their hours and now your toilets are filthy and broken as hell! They won’t flush! 😤”

He’s already a menace for clogging the toilet. 😬 he’s going to go Karen mode on your boss.

“What the hell kind of economy do you think we live in pal?! I demand you give my baby all their hours! What do you expect them to live off of? Ramen noodles?! Not on my watch buddy!” He’s loud af and poking him in the chest.

If he back sasses the mighty Polnareff he’s going to have to sword fight Silver Chariot with a pool noodle from the outdoors section. 😅

He uses his craftsman’s swordship to slice the bosses belt and pubically pantses him 😂

He has no idea how he was able to air sword fight and cut his belt but he did and that’s why you have all your hours and why Polnareff is banned from every single Target ever in existence. Like that’s gonna stop him 🥴

Dio

“Why work such a meager job when you can work for me and kill the joestars instead ~?”

Because we don’t want to get our asses hospitalized and we live in the real world asshole. 🙄

Very well~. Dio is a generous partner, he will gladly solve your employment problem. 😈

But first—shopping spree~ 💅 he’s gonna fill up on some hair gel, green lipstick, sunscreen, and other unnecessary Knick Knacks. Yes he has a Live Laugh Love poster decoration in the basket. 🤢

“So I heard from my lovely Y/N that you aren’t giving them enough hours. How about a compromise? I’m in a good mood today so I’ll let you live if you give them all their hours back plus a raise.”

Your boss can’t believe you had the audacity to bring in a metrosexual bi vampire to scare him into getting what you want! He’s not gonna take you crazies seriously and tell you to take a hike!

“Oh ho~…” he has a mischievous glint in his eyes. Well you can’t stop him now!

“The World!!!” He summons his stand and takes his shopping cart.

“Road roller at target!!!” He laughs like a mad man as he runs over your boss.

…I think he’s dead ☠️

Dio somehow uses his charm to make you the new boss of Target. You still do the same job you usually do— you just get the pay and title now while everyone else does the hard work…. Honestly I don’t think you even need to go to work anymore. You’re just getting paid just to be paid!

[bosinclairsgff]

Slasher's reacting to their s/o on their period

Yeahhhhh I just felt like writing about it because I am in fact on my period, anywho! Enjoy :)

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Corey Cunningham, Patrick Bateman and The Grabber

Warnings: Mention of kidnap, implied nudity and just some of them being mean..

Bo Sinclair

Bo woke up to you saying his name and shaking him softly. You had just started your period and you had bled through your underwear onto the sheets. At first, he was a little annoyed that it had gotten on the sheets but then he looked at how bad you felt and calmed down.

He would still be an asshole, but he would be a nicer asshole.

I think he would offer taking a shower with you to help wash you off so you would feel better.

If you asked him to buy pads, he would say yes but REALLY complain about it and be a bit pissed off. When he gets to the store and sees how many different types there are he gets STRESSED. He would grab you a random one and hope it's the right one.

If you asked him to buy tampons he would make some weird joke about using them. He would buy them for you though, still annoyed. Again he wouldn't know if there is a right size to get or what. So just be thankful for whatever you get.

Corey Cunningham

Corey had taken you out for a ride and you guys were having so much fun. But when the ride as over and you stood up to get off, he noticed a small blood stain on your pants. You were so embarrassed, but he assured you it was totally fine, that its normal and nothing to be embarrassed about. He gave would give you his jacket to wear around your waist.

He would be so sweet about it and would buy you all the chocolate in the world.

Corey would run you a nice bath then when you got out, he would cuddle and watch your favorite movie.

If you asked him to grab you pads, he would say yes but internally panic. He wouldn't know which brand to buy, or if it had to be a certain size. I think you'd get a text of a picture of the isle asking you to tell him which one to buy. Same thing with tampons.

Patrick Bateman

You were sitting in his bed just talking about your day when you stood up to use the bathroom. Once you got up, he sees blood on your panties and on the sheets. He. Was. Pissed. Patrick would defently yell at you for getting blood on his sheets. He would say something like "don't you know when you're going to start your period? You should be prepared. You have made such a fucking mess".

He would make you take a shower while he changed the sheets. Then he would ask if you even had the things you need.

He would you out and grab you whatever you choose to you and be really mad about it.

When he gets back to the apartment he would toss the pads in the bathroom and not say a word to you for the rest of the night.

The Grabber

He's not used to being around people who have periods so he would be so awkward.

One morning while giving you your breakfast he noticed you weren't eating, and you looked like you were in discomfort. He would ask once wrong and shyly you told him you had started your period. He would freeze. The Grabber hadn't even planned to keep you for this long so now that you had started your period, he had no idea what to do.

He would ask you if you needed anything or if you could just stuff toilet paper in your panties and that would do. When you explained it's better to have pads or tampons, he tried to not cringe while talking about it. This stuff made him so uncomfortable.

The Grabber would tell you he would be back in 30 minutes, and he was going to get you pads. Of course, he had no idea what to buy.

One of the older ladies working their noticed how long he had been standing there staring at all the pads. So, she helped him get what she thought would be best. His face was bright red the whole time talking to her.

Once he gets home, he would go downstairs with a few wet paper towels so you could clean up the best you could. No, he would not give you privacy and would watch you.

[mangoposts]

https://twitter.com/DESIRED_URANUS/status/1723083470388314358?t=ggmvRWuoDb13WqbRRNvICw&s=19

this is literally chris..especially at the end like holy fuck

I NEED HIM IN MY GUT IMMEDIATELY‼️‼️😂😂

My face is literally on fire and my heart is in my ass

IM OANICKING IM PANICKING IM PANICKING THIS IS LITERALLY MY MAN THIS IS CHRIS IN THE FLESH Omfg kiss me anon this is everything i’ve ever needed CLEAN UP ON ISLE MY PANTS😂😂😂Stop this is me and Chris in my head it’s over for me

[sapphicforsarahh]

Backseat

Ship: Lou Miller x Reader

Word count: 690

Warnings: smut, car sex, face riding, top!lou x bottom!reader

Synopsis: Reader and Lou are on a long car journey, things quickly escalate.

You and Lou had been driving for hours now, the sun had set and you were the only people on the road. “Baby, how long until we’re there?” You ask for the thousandth time. “How many times are you going to ask me that?” She laughs, concentrating on the road. Lou looked hot whilst driving. Her hands having a loose grip on the wheel and the gear stick distracted you from the road. You noticed her jaw moving: gum. You’ve never been so jealous of an object before. Every once in a while, she’d lean over to place her hand on your thigh. The tight grip from her veiny hand could make anyone wet.

“Honey, I need you,” you basically whimper to her. You wouldn’t dare to look at her, you knew she’d have a cocky smile plastered across her face. “How long have you been waiting to say that?” She replies, her tone saturated in smugness. You didn’t reply, you simply put your hand on her thigh and grabbed it. “What do you think you’re doing?” She asks, raising a brow at your antics. “Getting what I want,” you replied, your hand reaching further up her leg, dragging across the leather.

Lou begins to slow down the car and pulls over to the side of the road. “Honey, you just couldn’t wait until we got to the hotel could you?” She questions before motioning you to climb into the back seat. “I’m so wet for you baby,” you whimper out, waiting for her to climb into the back. She eventually sits down and pulls you into her lap, spreading your legs with one hand. “Please Lou,” you start grinding on her and wrap your arms around her. She leans forward and kisses your neck, her teeth pulling at the delicate skin. She smiles when she notices dark red flushes appearing.

“Baby, can you do something for me?” She asks, placing her hands on your hips, stopping your thrusting. “Anything,” you breathily moan, willing to do anything that she asks of you. She leans fowards and whispers in your ear, “ride my face”. You couldn’t hold back the moan in your throat. She smirked and pulled you off her lap, beginning to lay down. Whilst she was doing this, you quickly pulled all clothing off your body, getting ready for Lou to take control of it. “Come on then, I can’t wait to taste you,” she confesses.

You position your legs either side of her head. Looking down, you notice Lou looking at your pussy, licking her lips at the thought of devouring you. “Sit,” she orders, and you do. She immediately moans and her eyes close, as if she were in heaven. Her tongue starts working into you, slow but hard licks making you desperate. You look down at her, placing a hand in her hair and tugging at it. She groans, sending vibrations through you and you begin to grind on her face.

Strong hands grip your thighs, making you unable to move from your current placement. “Baby, I’m close,” you pant, rocking harder against her now. Lou pulls away for a moment, “Keep going baby. I know you can do it. Ride me faster,” she demands, pulling you back into her. You obey. Looking down once again, you see Lou looking up at you, her nose scrunching up against your clit and her hooded eyes unable to look away from you. “Cum when you’re ready,” she talks into you before reinserting her tongue.

You cum almost immediately. No surprise. Lou cleans you up before pulling away from your sensitivness. “Did I make it worth your while?” She asks, fixing her ruffled hair. “More than,” you pant. There was something about Lou being fully clothed whilst you being totally naked and under her control. “Please tell me there will be round two at the hotel,” you ask curiously, hoping for a yes. “Oh baby, you have no idea. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll find it hard to walk tomorrow. You’ll be begging me to stop,” she smirks and climbs back into the front seat.

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[jaegersmoon]

"my messy fucking girl, aren't you?" "jean GROANS"

i could NOT edge to that one😹😹 clean up to isle MY PANTS😂😂😂

i had to set my americano down and stare at the wall

[ace-malarky]

Team Bonding

ok there are no like glaring mistakes and this is just some fun 'n' dumb shenanigans but anyway

that Somewhat Shaky Start to my own holiday, now serialised for your amusement!

or mine. mostly mine.

@zmwrites, you wanted to see this right?

~~~

Roxy was first to the train station, with enough time to buy the biggest coffee she could reliably hold in one hand before she got through the barrier and onto the platform.

She sent a message to the group chat and grimaced at the time.

Train in ten minutes.

Oscar was next, Cai behind him and nursing a giant coffee of her own.

"We ready gang?" Kite whooped as soon as ve spotted them, hands in the air.

Onni, beside ver, grinned and waved.

Roxy gritted her teeth and checked her phone, because of course it was Clara that was running late.

"Train's running late."

"What?" Roxy snapped her head up from her phone.

Sure enough, the sign was showing a delay of two minutes.

This was fine. Still enough time to make their connection.

"Ok, made it, everything is fine." Clara burst through the gates and down the platform, panting as she did. "Who in the fuck decided we should be this early?"

"Onni," Cai said.

"Train company." Onni grinned. "Take it up with them."

There was still no train at the platform, no sign of one pulling in, unless that was it at the far end.

Roxy took a steadying drink and checked the board above them as a service announcement crackled over the tannoy. She didn't catch many words of it, but Oscar tilted his head and frowned. "What?"

"Oh, that's not - the Seven-fifteen was our train, wasn't it?"

"To Queen Street, yup." Onni nodded. "I don't like that was."

"Yeah, it - it's been cancelled."

"The fuck it is." Roxy spun on her feet to stare first at the train further down the platform and then at the sign above them.

"Alright," Cai said, and strode down the platform in the wake of the other passengers.

"The next Glasgow train doesn't get there in time," Roxy called, following her all the same.

"You mean there isn't a back up?"

"There's always a back up." Clara fell in beside Roxy. "Right?"

Roxy shook her head. "I don't - we needed that train."

"We'll get there." Onni patted her shoulder. "It'll be fine!"

When they caught up with Cai on the next platform, she was talking with someone in the ticket office.

Roxy slid in beside her to hear Cai's faint exasperation in her, "No, we need to be in Oban for 12 to catch the ferry. Our next train-"

"Yes, I see." The man nodded, staring at something on his screen. "How many are you?"

"Six in our group."

"There might be others with the same problem," Roxy said, but no one else had followed them to the office.

"Alright. If you'll just wait here," he sidled out from behind his desk, "I just need to talk with someone."

"Of course." Cai smiled without it reaching her eyes. "We'll be here."

"Because our holiday has been cancelled," Onni said, propping themself up on an unused desk. "Stopped clean in its tracks. A crime."

"Our holiday being cancelled, or us trying to go anywhere?" Oscar asked.

"Yes."

Kite laughed. "I did offer our boat-"

"Absolutely not," Clara cut ver off. "Bad enough we're going out to the isles. We could have got a plane."

"Clara," Onni said, beginning to grin, "do you get seasick, perchance?"

"Aren't you like made of water now?" Kite shot her a deeply unimpressed look. "Girly."

"It's the difference between the size of boats, right?"

"Yes, exactly. This is why Oscar's my favourite."

"Oscar is everyone's favourite."

"Alright," said the attendant, entering the small office with another man in tow, "we've booked a taxi for you, and you'll meet the train at Crianlarich."

"Really?" Roxy asked. "I mean - thanks. A taxi is quicker?"

He nodded. "If you'll just follow my colleague." He gestured behind them.

"Thanks," Roxy repeated.

The new attendant led them back down the platform and through to the other end of the station, to the back exit at the foot of Calton Hill. "The taxi should be here in ten minutes," he said. "Which will be enough time to get out to Crianlarich to catch your train."

Onni pulled out their phone to check the route. "This is saying four hours, which - oh, shit, never mind. That's public transport."

Kite draped verself over their shoulders and poked. "Yeah, three hours seems much more reasonable. Straight through to Oban. Crianlarich isn't that far."

Roxy let out a sigh and drank her coffee.

"Nah, it'll be peachy," Onni said, adjusting something. "See?"

The taxi did not come in ten minutes. Roxy was doing her best to stay level about it, but with every taxi that drew up only to drop people off and get back on its way, she was getting increasingly more tense.

"It would be a really bad idea to go and get a coffee, right?" Clara asked, sounding mournful.

"Probably should have thought about that before now, yes." Kite nodded.

"But alas, here we are."

"Just because the two of you - three of you," Clara corrected, shooting a sharp glance at Oscar, "are morning people, there's no need to rub it in."

"You can sleep on the ferry." Kite grinned. "Assuming we-" Ve cut off, straightening up as a taxi slowed down past them, turning in the circle to drop people off.

"Wait here," said the train attendant as he walked to talk to the taxi driver.

"That looks hopeful," Oscar said.

Cai hummed, putting her phone away.

"Do we still have time to meet the train?" Roxy spun her phone in her hands, locking and unlocking it.

"If we hijack a police car, maybe." Onni grinned.

"Just hit the motorway and never slow down, right?"

Cai rolled her eyes.

"Alright, he's going to take you through to Oban," the attendant said.

"Great, thanks!" Kite patted his arm. "Appreciate all of this, really."

The taxi driver opened the boot for them to pile their bags in and waited to close it after them.

"What are we, almost two hours later?" Clara asked, climbing into the taxi.

"Oh, you haven't been awake that long." Roxy snorted, joining her.

"No one should have been awake that long."

"Some of us have been." Onni dropped into the seat opposite Clara, Kite at their side.

Kite yawned.

"Did you even sleep?" Oscar asked.

"No, so I may fall asleep enroute."

Oscar swivelled from sitting beside Roxy to sitting beside Kite.

Cai laughed softly as she settled in the last seat.

Roxy checked her phone again, counting out the hours.

"We have time," Cai said. Her own phone vibrated and she checked it, smiling softly at the message she found there. "Shae says to enjoy ourselves and that the city is in good hands."

Clara snickered. "They're not going to give it back without a fight, are they?"

"Mint would. Shae might not." Oscar braced himself against the door as they set off.

"We can talk her down," Onni said. "Or we just formally hand it over and retire." They laughed at Roxy's frown. "It's a joke, Rox, no one is suggesting you have to stop."

"At least not permanently."

"At least not in this car."

Roxy smiled faintly. It was more a baring of her teeth.

"Who-" Kite started to ask, only for Onni to elbow ver in the side.

They left Edinburgh, watching it wake up piece by piece as they were driven across the centre and out to the West.

Roxy bent her head forward to see past Clara, marking the streets they drove down until they were out and onto the motorway that left the city behind.

She settled back with a faint sigh. "Ok."

"Didn't think we could do it?" Clara nudged her. "Told you it'd be fine."

"Be that certain about catching the ferry."

Onni laughed. "It's going to be fine."

"Yeah, we can always hijack a boat. I can sail those." Kite grinned, winking at Roxy. "You know. As a back up."

Roxy gave ver the dead-eyed, unimpressed stare that ve deserved.

~~

"So obviously this is now going suspiciously well, right?" Onni asked.

"What do you mean?" Kite asked, without opening ver eyes or moving ver head from Oscar's shoulder.

"Don't - don't jinx it," Clara said.

They were well into the countryside, winding along beside rolling fields and the gentle slopes of hills growing more frequent, with the train line on its embankment in the middle distance between the trees.

"Well - comedy road trip rules right?"

"Who said this was a comedy?" Roxy asked.

"I don't think this counts as a roadtrip," Oscar said, almost at the same time.

"Are we not on a road? Are we not taking a trip?" Kite grinned.

Clara hummed. "But it doesn't matter because you're not going to jinx us."

"You're right, it's going to be fine," Onni said. "And even if, say - hypothetically - the car does break down, there'll be a strapping young laird to help us that Clara can flirt with and form a deep inescapable bond with."

"I envision a spring wedding." Kite raised ver hand to describe an arc before dropping it back to ver lap.

"Why me? Why not you? Or Oscar?"

"Uh-"

"Oh, going for some queer rep? Dig the angle, very nice."

Roxy rolled her eyes.

"So what would everyone else's roles in this be?" Oscar asked.

"Those two are obviously comic relief," Cai said, flicking a finger in Onni and Kite's direction.

She grinned faintly as Kite snapped ver eyes open. "Hey."

"She's not wrong," Oscar said, grinning even as he patted Kite's head.

"It's supposed to be the love interest that's grumpy with a heart of gold, Cai," Onni said. "You're going to have to downplay it."

"The heart of gold? No bother."

Clara laughed.

They slowed down as they drove into a town.

"Where is this?" Onni asked.

"Doune, I think? There's a castle through those trees."

"Ooh, can we-" Kite broke off in a laugh at Roxy's glare. "Joking."

"We're making good time, I think?" Oscar checked his phone.

"Yeah. It's going to be fine."

"Plus I'm sure our fearless leader has at least three contingencies in place by now."

"At least two of them involve leaving you at the roadside," Roxy repled.

Kite cackled. "That's fair."

"Ve's enterprising, I'm sure ve'd find a way to catch up."

"Yeah, I could just-"

"If you're about to suggest more crimes, I might scream."

"Yeah, Kite, leave the crimes to the big city."

"We're on holiday."

Cai let out a sigh that sounded a little forced, like she was trying not to laugh.

Roxy flicked a glance over Onni's shoulder at their taxi driver. He didn't appear to be listening to them.

They drove on out of the town and into the mountains. The road wound them along the sides of lochs and by the heads of glens that never seemed to get much wider before they tapered to a point in the distance.

The road never got to a single track, but the bends and the bushes hid what was coming.

Their taxi driver slowed to take the corners and then slowed again as they reached the edge of a village. He made a small noise that was only just picked up by the intercom and came to a halt at the side of the road. In the silence after the engine was stopped, the steady click of the blinkers could be heard.

"Hey," Onni said, twisting in their seat, "what's up?"

"Nothing too serious," the driver replied, cutting the engine, "but we'll have to wait here a bit while I get it fixed."

"Ok," Onni said. "So we can get out and stretch our legs? Find some snacks?"

"Yes." Their driver unbuckled himself and stepped out to pull open the door for them. "I'd say give it twenty minutes and check back here."

"Sweet." Onni stepped out. "Hey, do you want anything? Coffee-wise, I mean." They grinned. "I don't know much about cars, but maybe Cai can help."

Their driver laughed. "I'm fine without, thank you."

"Alright." Kite stretched ver arms out above ver head, cracking ver back. "Let's see what this place has to offer. Hey, where are we actually?"

"Crianlarich, I think?" Clara was on her phone as she ducked out of the taxi.

"Wasn't that where we might meet the train?" Roxy looked around for a sign to the train station.

"If you want to grab your bags and run for it, sure," Clara said. "But I trust our man here to get us to Oban on time."

"Is that an 'I'm being an optimist' or an 'I have foreseen this' statement?"

"Have I ever used my foresight for personal gain?" Clara tugged her sister to follow Onni and Kite down the road.

"Yes."

"Ouch." Clara laughed. "But - hey, Oz, how long will it take from here to Oban?"

"An hour and ten," Oscar replied.

"And we were going to be a solid two hours early anyway. We've got time."

"Alright. Sorry."

Clara bumped her shoulder into her sister's. "'S'alright, we love you regardless."

"So," Kite said, waiting for them at the door to the hotel's cafe. "Reckon this place has a hot young laird for us?"

"What - oh." Roxy sighed and rolled her eyes.

Clara laughed. "Ready for the rom part of this com?"

"You know it. And I need you, Wiz, and Onni to be at your best for this."

"Hey, don't sell yourself short." Clara patted Kite's hand as she stepped inside. "Someone could get you back on the straight and narrow."

Kite let out an affronted scoff. "Why would I ever want to be straight and narrow?"

Clara laughed. "You're so right, I'm so sorry."

Onni waved them over to a table. "Coffee and cakes, yeah?" They handed the menus to everyone. "Where's - oh, there she is."

Cai joined them last, slipping her phone back into her pocket. "Just telling our driver which hotel we're in."

"You got his number? Cai, you player!" Onni crowed with delight. "What will Shae and Mint think?"

Cai ignored them as she sat down.

"You jinxed us," Roxy said to Onni. "Why would you do that."

"I'm literally the embodiment of luck in this party, how dare."

"Good and bad," Cai said.

"Why do you have to do me like this. No one believes we're friends."

"Good."

"It's what you do with it that counts, right?"

"Thank you, Wiz. This is why you're my favourite. Reason number… we're into the hundreds now, right?"

"At least."

Oscar laughed, shifting in his seat and busying himself with the drinks menu.

"Besides, didn't we say no magic on this trip?"

"I mean I left the masks at home, if that's what you're asking." Onni shifted to let the server put their drinks and cakes down. "Thanks."

Roxy hesitated.

"Rox."

"I did! No, I - I did." She rubbed her fingers down the table in front of her.

"We're going to trust you on that because we're a team and that's what teams do."

"Oh my god."

"But this is also clearly set up for a betrayal and/or comedic misunderstanding later on, so I forgive you."

"You're the worst. How long do we have?"

"You have a full drink - don't chug that, Rox, holy shit."

Clara snorted. "She's just trying to protect my virtue."

"Oh, speaking of," Kite scanned the room, "see any potential?"

"What does a lord even look like?"

"Laird, Clara, please. You're in the highlands."

Oscar laughed.

"I don't know. Moneyed? A lot of tweed? Hunting dogs."

"Kite, don't you have a tonne of money?"

"Technically, yes. But I don't have a title so it doesn't count."

"Cai, tell me our driver has some good news."

"No, we have to let this play out." Onni put out their hand to cover Cai's phone, only to snap it back in at her glare.

She stepped away from the table, taking her cup with her to answer a call.

"He's kinda cute," Clara said, nodding at the bar.

"The staff? I see it," Kite said. "Probably not, though."

"Times change, Kite. Maybe he's down on his luck."

"If he's out of money, he's no use to us. We need access to a helicopter to get us out to the islands in time." Kite shook ver head, leaning back. "Touch down on Barra at sunset-"

"If we don't get to Barra until sunset I shall scream," Roxy said.

"Well that's a moodkiller."

Cai stepped back to the table. "Car's fixed."

"Oh good." Roxy launched herself for the door.

Clara laughed, scooping the crumbs off her plate. "I'll pay for ours, shall I?" She didn't wait for an answer, sliding around the seats and skipping towards the bar. "I'll meet you at the car!"

"Aw, but-" Kite laughed as Onni tugged ver towards the door. "I wanted to see!"

"You know what capitalism on a minor scale looks like, babe. Or are you that removed from the common folk that all of this is foreign to you?" Onni held the door open for the others.

In their wake, Clara laughed at something.

"Aw, sparks," Kite murmured, grinning.

Roxy and Cai were halfway down the street to the taxi when the three of them exited the hotel.

"I'm going to grab snacks, actually," Onni said.

"She might really leave you behind." Oscar looked worried.

"Then I will have the whirlwind romance and meet you on Barra." Onni laughed, checking the road before running across.

The taxi had been moved to a carpark and was idling away, Roxy and Cai chatting with the driver.

Or rather; Cai was chatting with the driver. Roxy was checking her phone, glancing up every so often.

"Where's Onni?" She frowned. "Where's Clara?"

"Getting snacks. They won't be long." Kite grinned. "And Clara-"

"Was just paying for the drinks," Oscar said, cutting in. "She won't be long."

Kite laughed. "Yeah. That's all."

Roxy narrowed her eyes. "We'll leave without them."

"Even your sister? That's cold."

"Onni said they won't be long."

Their driver laughed. "Sorry about the unintended stop."

"All good," Kite said. "The break was nice. "I'd have asked for one, but I wasn't sure our planner would appreciate it."

Roxy rolled her eyes and got back into the taxi.

"Love you!" Kite called after her.

"If we start heading down the street, they can both jump in," Cai said.

"Alright." The driver laughed and got in.

He'd barely drawn out onto the main road before they saw Clara on the opposite pavement with a man beside her.

"Oh go get it!" Kite called out of the window.

The man laughed as Clara ducked her head and said something.

"The car's fixed, but you should still get his number!"

Roxy rolled her eyes and pulled ver back into the car.

The man shrugged and pulled his phone out.

"Oh my god," Oscar breathed.

Clara tapped her phone as she said something to him and gestured for him to pose for a selfie with her.

"Aw, you waited for me!" Onni pulled the door on the opposite side open and ducked in. "I'm so pro- where's Clara - ooh what is happening." They shuffled into the seat beside Oscar.

Clara grinned and stepped off the pavement, turning on her heel to wave to the man.

"Meet-cute of the century." Kite pushed the door open for her.

"Sorry, we can go now." Clara fell into the seat beside Roxy.

Kite waved enthusiastically to the man as they drove away. "Tell us everything."

"Thanks for your intervention," Clara said, dryly. "I almost wasn't going to ask."

"What can I say, I make for an excellent wingman." Kite shrugged.

"Kinda makes my story seem inconsequential," Onni said. "Please share with the group."

"Ok, sure, but." Clara grinned, clicking her seatbelt in. "Last leg, let's go. We've got this."

"Second last, surely," Onni said. "On account of the ferry."

"If you jinx us once more, I will throw you in a loch, Onni. Shut up. Please." Roxy had her eyes closed, two fingers pressed between her eyebrows.

Onni laughed. "Alright, alright."

"Proud of you for getting a pic now dish." Kite made grabby hands at Clara.

"You think people won't believe us without proof?"

"You and Kite? Not a chance. Cai? Absolutely."

"Hey!" Kite faked ver effrontery.

"No, she's right. I wouldn't." Onni shrugged.

"You aren't supposed to side with her against us," Kite muttered, still grinning. "It's going to fracture the team."

"And at the start of our team bonding trip, too. How awkward."

"So what was your story, Onni?" Clara asked.

"Hey, no, you first." Kite slapped a hand over Onni's mouth. "Please."

"There's not much to say." Clara shrugged. "Bumped into him leaving the hotel."

"Like full tripped into his arms style bump? Is he from here? Do we have back up for-"

Roxy cleared her throat.

"If anything else happens?" Kite smiled innocently at Roxy.

Cai laughed softly, replying to a text.

"No helicopter. First thing I checked. He's on holiday too." Clara's phone buzzed and she smiled as she checked it.

"Ah, young love." Kite sighed and then laughed.

"Onni, what was your thing?"

"Oh, well, I just - y'know, met the local laird." Onni shrugged, opening their shopping bag. "Anyone want snacks?"

"What?"

"Yeah, I have a decent selection-"

"You met who?"

"Do you have a picture?"

Onni laughed. "No, I respect his privacy too much. Man's got enough going on."

Cai rolled her eyes, hiding a faint smile.

"So which one us is supposed to have foresight again?"

"I'm just very lucky." Onni leant back. "I don't think he would have been anyone's type, though."

"Oh?"

"Old. Still had a ring on his finger."

Kite wrinkled vis nose. "Listen." Ve cackled. "If it gets us a helicopter-"

"We appreciate your sacrifice." Clara patted vis knee.

"I don't think either of us did this properly, though. I mean, we're still in this taxi. No offence."

The driver laughed, muffled over the intercom.

"That's a bad thing?" Roxy raised her eyebrows.

"Not since this is working out for us." Onni offered her a small bar of chocolate. "C'mon, we're going to make it."

"Yeah." Roxy took the bar, relaxing. "Thanks."

"So are you actually going to keep in contact with your laird?" Kite asked, waggling vis eyebrows at Clara.

"I think I'm due a whirlwind summer romance, right?" Clara's eyes were on her phone but she stretched out her free hand, palm up to make grabby gestures at Onni.

"Sure." Kite pulled out vis phone. "Hey, what's his name?"

"Absolutely not."

"I can work with that." Ve grinned. "Oh, boo, no signal." Ve pouted at ver phone.

"Serves you right."

Kite shrugged and leant back, rolling ver head onto Oscar's shoulder. "Fine. Wake me when we get to Oban."

Oscar shifted his shoulder, careful not to dislodge Kite, and patted ver head.

"So wouldn't it be funny-"

"No." Roxy threw her empty wrapper at Onni. "Don't."

They laughed and let it drop.

The drive was smooth along more winding roads, between forested mountains and by the sides of lochs that spilled down the glens until one last turn took them past fields and into a town bigger than anything since they'd gone by Stirling.

"Is this it?" Clara asked, pressing up against the window. "Did we make it?"

The bay spread out before them under the bright midday sun, water almost as blue as the sky. There was a spit of an island blocking the view right out to sea, but it was there.

"I think so." Oscar twisted to see over his shoulder, through the front.

"I'll drop you at the railway station, is that alright?" Their driver asked.

"Sure is," Onni said, reaching across Oscar to poke at Kite. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty, we made it."

Roxy pulled out her phone to check the time and sighed in relief. "Alright."

"Did we win?" Kite asked.

"With an hour or so to spare, I think?" Cai said. "We can get something more to eat before the ferry."

"Yes oh my god what an excellent idea."

Their driver stopped outside the train station. "Here we are."

"Thanks, man, you've been amazing." Onni tapped their knuckles against the glass.

"Yeah, d'you want to come for a coffee with us?" Kite asked. "Our treat."

Their laughed as he opened the door for them on his way to the boot.

"You're not going to head straight back, are you?"

"I'll have a wee break. Get something to eat, maybe."

"Get real leisurely about it." Onni swung their bag onto their back and staggered under the weight.

"One hell of a day out," Cai said.

"One hell of a work day, more to the point," Oscar said.

"Aye." The taxi driver waited for them to have all their bags out of the car before he closed the boot. "Enjoy the rest of your holiday."

"Safe trip back to Edinburgh," Oscar replied, stepping back to wave as he drove off.

"Now," Clara said, "someone mentioned coffee?"

"There's a Costa just there." Cai nodded to it.

"For shame, Cai, we supposed the small businesses." Onni shook their head at her. "Come on. Across there looks good." They pointed across the gentle curve of the bay to a seating area in front of some store fronts.

"Sure. Can we see if we can drop our bags at the terminal?" Kite asked. "It's kinda heavy."

Onni blinked at ver. "Skill issue," they said, and set off along the path.

Kite groaned and followed after them. "You're the worst."

"It's character building."

"Hey, Clara?"

Clara frowned as she turned about. "Hi? Oh, shit, hi!"

A man stood at the side of the road, sunglasses on and shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows over jeans and black shoes. "Glad I found you." He smiled. "Had to make sure you made it."

"Yeah, I uh - I appreciate that."

Kite swivelled on ver heel. "Is this your laird?"

"This is Luke." Clara pushed Kite away as ve leant over her shoulder. "Roxy, Kite, Cai, Oscar, Onni."

"Laird?" Luke laughed, sounding the word out like he wasn't sure he'd get it right.

"Just a dumb joke." Clara shook her head.

"We can explain over coffee." Kite grinned. "C'mon."

Luke glanced at Clara, who shrugged and beckoned for him to follow.

"If you don't have anything better going."

"They'll understand if I'm late."

Clara giggled. "I can believe you came through to Oban."

"Well, I was concerned for your trip, and since I don't have a helicopter on hand, this was the best I could do."

"Maybe we should have left Clara to make her own way, hm?" Kite nudged Roxy. "It would have worked out and we'd get a car chase out of it."

"Yeah, sure. That… might have been fun." Roxy smiled faintly.

"See?" Kite grinned. "Everything worked out fine! We're getting our holiday! You and Cai can relax!"

Roxy snorted. "Alright, fine! Point made. I will relax."

"Excellent." Kite grinned. "After all, what else could possibly go wrong?"

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(only if you feel like it) Kinktober 1 and/or 2 for Harry and his potions mistresses?

It was never a lovely day on The Isle, but this was about as close as it came, with a bit of sun peeking out between the endless clouds. Quinn took advantage, going to the only eatery that wasn't the disgusting fish and chips shop- until someone proved to her that Ursula wasn't using her own eggs to make the food, she wasn't going to eat there. She picked through the plate that was sitting in front of her. What she had ordered was a meat and cheese sandwich. On the Isle no one got to pick their meat, as no one could verify what kind of meat it truly was. However, what was sat in front of her was a pretty decent looking plate of pasta.

She could have pointed out she didn't order this, but seeing as it was probably significantly less rotten than the sandwich that was sitting in the kitchen window, she opted to keep what was put in front of her and when someone on the other side of the restaurant started to berate the waiter for bringing them the wrong thing- the waiter simply punched them and a couple of men with more muscle than brains dragged the person away from the 'patio seating' and tossed them into the street. 

"Thought I might find you here." A shadow fell over the table and Quinn looked up, her smart ass answer dying on her lips as she processed who she was looking at. Harry Hook and Gloria Gothel, in all their glory. Quinn slowly let her gaze drift up and down his body, and then hers. 

"A girl has to eat." She answered. "Join me?" She offered. Gloria's dark eyes swept over the table Quinn had snagged, or more to the point, the table she'd shoved a couple of pirate runts away from. "Only two seats." She noted, as if debating which option she liked more, making Harry sit on the ground, or making one of them share. 

Quinn made the choice for her, standing up and gesturing. "There's room for us both." She offered. Gloria smirked, turning and taking the seat, letting Quinn settle on her lap. Quinn speared some of the pasta onto the broken fork she'd been given and fed it to Gloria, who hmm'd softly as she chewed. 

"Pasta isn't as stale this time." She noted. 

"That's what it is." Quinn snapped her fingers and offered a bite to Harry, who had plopped down in the seat next to hers. His lips closed around the fork as Quinn felt Gloria's hands expertly and deftly untying the laces that held the front of her pants closed. 

"Harry and I just left his ship." Gloria commented, her warm hand slipped down into the front of the tight leather pants. One of the upsides of Evie being Evie was that she was not about to allow her sister to look like a ragamuffin. It reflected badly on the family and thus, Quinn always had well fitting, cute outfits. 

"Oh?" Quinn asked, taking a bite of her own food, doing her best to act as if Gloria's long, soft fingers were running down into her panties, Gloria's middle finger running down the middle of her slit, teasing Quinn's clit. 

"We could have used you, Quinn." Harry reached over, plucking a bit of pasta from the bowl, popping it into his mouth, he held his sauce covered fingers out and Quinn leaned over, taking them into her mouth, licking them clean. 

"Is that so? And what were you two doing?" Quinn's voice hitched as Gloria lightly pinched her clit between two fingers. 

"I was riding his dick." Gloria answered. 

"She surprised me this morning." Harry grinned. "woke me up with her mouth around my cock. My favorite way to wake up." He took the fork from Quinn and stabbed a bit more pasta, feeding it to Gloria, who's hand was quite busy. "Then she rode me until I got to see how fucking gorgeous she is when she cums." He fed the next bite to Quinn, who was struggling to pay attention. 

"Not hungry anymore, Quinn?" Gloria teased, "Oh would you look at that?" She slipped her fingers into Quinn's pussy, up to the second knuckle, smirking at just how wet she was. She pulled the two fingers out, unbothered by any mess she made, holding them up so they could all see how damp they were, the strings of arousal that connected the two. 

"Hungry for something else." Harry confirmed, leaning over to suck Gloria's fingers clean

"Very." Quinn agreed. 

"Be a good girl, Quinn, Eat your lunch." Gloria let her hand slide back down into Quinn's pants, "Not too quickly, wouldn't want you to get sick." There was a scraping sound as Harry moved closer to the two. 

God Bless Harry Hook and his ambidexterity. He smoothly used his right hand to gather more pasta on the fork, while the left slipped under Quinn's shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra so there was no barrier between his larger, more calloused hands and Quinn's already hard nipples. 

She let out a soft whimper as he pinched one between his fingers. The people at the table next to them glanced over, curious. 

"They can see how much you like this, Quinn." Gloria muttered against Quinn's neck, her fingers working in and out of Quinn's cunt, her palm grinding against her clit. "My little slut." She preened, nipping at her shoulder. 

"The pasta is good." Harry declared. "But you will taste so much better." he predicted, feeding her another bite. She took it, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she came closer and closer to coming. The table that had been watching, slowly realized what was going on and their interest increased. Public sex wasn't new around the Isle. This was the land of the evil, of degenerates. They were here for fun and watching as Quinn attempted to finish her food despite the hands all over her body counted as fun. Gloria's other hand joined Harry's toying with the untouched nipple until Quinn couldn't hold back.

Her hips lifted up off of Gloria's lap as she came, she let out a soft cry of pleasure as Gloria, didn't slow, but instead sped up. 

"Fuck- I- Gloria." Quinn gasped as she saw stars. Only then did Gloria slowly drag her hand out of Quinn's pants, this time she sucked her own fingers clean. 

"Harry is right, you do taste much, much better." She agreed. "Done?" Gloria asked. Quinn pushed the half finished plate away and nodded, words were a little too much for her at the moment. "Good, let's go to my place." She decided, Quinn cleared her throat and stood up. The men who had watched the show quickly snatched the leftover pasta from the table, but Quinn couldn't care less, not even bothering to tighten and re-tie her pants. 

Gloria's place was closer, and it had the added benefit of Quinn's mother not being there. Quinn had no shame about what she did in the bedroom, but Grimhilde was relentless in ruining the mood with her screeching voice. and warnings about stretch marks should they fuck up and she get pregnant. 

Gloria led the way to her room and gestured for them both to walk in. She locked the door behind them- again, not because they didn't enjoy people seeing, but because interruptions really got to be a mood killer. 

Quinn wasted no time, leather pants and her soaking wet cunt weren't a fun combo, so she wriggled out of the pants, kicking them away. Harry licked his lips, crossing the room to kiss her while Gloria busied herself with the chest at the end of the bed. 

Quinn stripped Harry of his vest, his belt and finally his shirt, leaving it all in a pile with her leather pants. He, meanwhile, got her shirt off

Gloria closed the trunk and there was a soft thud as she dropped something on top. She opened the shades covering the windows, and grabbed a couple of extra pillows. None of the pillows on the Isle were that great, but they had their uses, mostly under someone's hips. 

"Bend her over the bed, Hook." She ordered, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle. She tossed it to Harry, who easily caught it in one hand. He smirked, doing as he was told, gripping Quinn by the back of the neck, making her turn and bend over the bed, his grip moving to her panties, literally ripping the scraps of material off of her. She started to whine but stopped as she felt the ice cold metal- the curve of Harry's hook against her clit. 

"Good girl." thin, soft fingertips ran up her spine. Quinn started to look back, but Harry's free hand gripped her neck and forced her to face forward again.

She could hear movement behind her, the whisper of clothing falling to the floor, the click of a lid opening. Then the cool liquid dripping down over her ass. 

"Make sure to prep her, Harry. We don't want her hurt... yet." Gloria warned. The bed shifted as Gloria climbed up onto it. moving until she was in front of Quinn, her back against the wall. She had shed her own clothes, so when she spread her legs she was fully bare for Quinn's enjoyment. "Make me cum, baby." Gloria ordered. Quinn happily obliged, pulling Gloria in closer. 

Gloria gathered Quinn's silky dark hair in one fist, holding it tight as Quinn licked and sucked on Gloria's clit. Gloria moaned, letting her hips raise up to meet Quinn's tongue. Her eyes opened to meet Harry's and she nodded, Harry coated his fingers in the same lube he'd dripped down onto Quinn, sliding one finger into her tight ass. 

Quinn moaned against Gloria's pussy, doing her best to not let his finger distract her. It was fine- until he added the second. This wasn't the first time she'd done this, but she was sure she'd never get used to the slight burn as she was stretched around his fingers. He kept it slow enough though, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace. 

"Fuck- Quinn." Gloria gasped, gripping her hair tighter. Quinn's scalp prickled as she pulled even tighter. She wasn't going to stop until she made Gloria scream. She didn't even pause as Harry added a third finger to the other two, moving them faster. She didn't stop until Gloria cried out, her hand slapping against the wall behind her as she came. She took a few deep breaths, coming down from the orgasm. When she knew she could move without shaking, she crawled off the bed and back over to the chest, picking up what she had dropped on top before. 

Harry slowly pulled his fingers out of her ass and let his other hand come down, slapping her asscheek, the smacking sound filling the room. Quinn let out a whimper, burying her face in the threadbare sheets that smelled like sex and Gloria. 

"Holy shit." Harry stepped back and Quinn looked up as Gloria stepped into a contraption made up of black straps, and in the front of it all was a large, dark red cock. 

"Holy shit." Quinn agreed, pushing herself to stand up. Gloria smirked and walked over, kissing Harry. 

"Do you like it?" She asked the pair. Harry nodded, his eyes glued to the toy. Quinn reached out, wrapping her hand around it. It was an odd material, soft but hard, not unlike a real cock. "You wouldn't believe the strings I had to pull and favors I had to call in to get this thing on the Isle." She reached down and stroked it slowly. 

"It's huge." Harry commented. 

"It's not that bad." Gloria shook her head. "And My Quinn is going to take it like a champ, aren't you?" She reached out, pulling Quinn in for a kiss. "While Harry takes that pretty little ass of yours." She nipped at Quinn's lower lip. Quinn gasped softly, nodding slowly. "That's my girl." She gestured for Harry to get on the bed. He sat down, his cock bobbing almost obscenely at them. Gloria grabbed the lube, slicking up her hand and giving his cock a few good pumps to coat it. Quinn backed up against him, and he guided his cock into place, letting her slowly lower herself down onto him. She whimpered softly, but Gloria stroked her hair, encouraging her.

Quinn slowly moved up and down until she was fully seated, taking his whole cock. 

"That's my girl, you're taking it so well." Gloria kissed her, lining up the toy with her pussy. She could see how wet Quinn was, dripping down onto Harry's cock. She pushed the first couple of inches in, then back out, with each thrust forward, she pushed in a couple more inches, until she was fully inside. Harry's leg's spread to make room for Gloria as Quinn was lying back on his chest. His hands coming around to the front, pinching and teasing Quinn's nipples. 

Quinn had never felt so full in her life. Even when Gloria had used a dildo on her ass while Harry fucked her- that hadn't felt quite this full. She wasn't sure if they'd be able to move without sending her to the moon. She spread her legs wider, her feet propped up on the bed as they slowly started to move. Harry used his free arm to prop them up so he could thrust his cock in and out of her ass slowly while Gloria moved in and out of her cunt in an opposite rhythm. 

"Gloria- Fuck-" Quinn cried out as Harry's teeth sank into her neck, just how she liked it. With that, Gloria gripped the other woman's hips and began to properly fuck her, her strap on hammering into the poor woman's pussy, roughly, with no regard for Harry's rhythm, just taking what she wanted. 

Quinn cried out again, her back arching up, but coming down as Harry's hand yanked her back against him. Gloria moved one hand between them to tease Quinn's clit as she continued to fuck her, her focus on Quinn, on making her cum. She could see the signs now when Quinn was close, when she was almost there. 

"That's my girl, cum for me, Quinn, cum hard for me, baby." She encouraged. Quinn did just that, crying out louder as she came, Gloria knew, without a doubt, the whole damn neighborhood heard that. 

"You're not done yet baby." She reminded her. "Roll." She helped them move so that Quinn was bent over the bed again, Harry on top of her now, more room to move now. 

He began to thrust in earnest now, his hand on her back, pressing her into the bed as he fucked her ass. Quinn whimpered into the bed, her hands gripping at the sheets, desperately holding on. 

Gloria picked up the discarded bottle of lube, carefully coating her own fingers. She dribbled a bit onto Harry's ass and he paused, looking back at her. She quirked an eyebrow but he didn't say anything, going back to fucking Quinn. Gloria smirked, spreading him and slipping two fingers into his ass. 

Harry groaned, each thrust back and forth with Quinn meant fucking himself on Gloria's fingers. She added a third and finally a fourth finger, stretching him nice and wide. 

"Fuck- Harry, I'm almost-" Quinn gasped. Gloria waited, watching as Quinn's legs locked, shaking as she came for the fourth time. Quinn slumped against the bed, exhausted but Gloria wasn't done with her yet. She let Harry keep going, fucking Quinn until he came, shooting his load into her. After they were done, She'd get all three of them in the shower to properly clean up. And these sheets were her extras, she wasn't about to get this mess on her normal sheets. 

"Harry, look at our girl." She teased, moving closer behind him, she slowly trailed the head of the fake cock up and down his ass. "I don't think she's had enough." Quinn loved forced orgasms. She wanted to be pushed until she actually couldn't take anymore. She wasn't satisfied until her cunt was red and sore, Quinn let out a soft whining sound as Harry pushed her to roll over onto her back. 

"What do you think?" He asked, looking down between her legs. She was leaking his cum from her ass, her own cum glistening around her pussy. 

"That you can use a meal. Sit up, Quinn, up against the wall." Gloria ordered. Quinn huffed, but did just that, scooting up so she could lean against the wall, just as Gloria had before. 

"I'm going to fuck you, Harry." Gloria informed him. "I'm going to fuck you, and then we are going to take a shower and we are going to go again." She kissed his shoulder and he got down on the bed. He pulled Quinn in closer, biting her inner thigh, before he began to properly eat her out. 

While he was doing that, Gloria positioned the head of the cock at his entrance, slowly pushing in a couple of inches. She actually wasn't sure if this was his first time or not (It wasn't) but she knew that taking it slow was smarter than going at it. She thrust in and out, taking her time. Harry shuddered as inch five- six- seven slipped into him. 

"Fuck-" Gloria hadn't really expected to like how this looked this much. She knew she'd love getting to properly fuck Quinn, but taking Harry? She gripped his hips, rolling her body, he grunted, the sound muffled by Quinn's clit. "That's a good boy." She slapped his ass and he groaned, rolling his head back to look at her. She smirked, oh, he liked that. She filed that away- and went about fucking their man. 

She's fucked Harry many, many times in many different positions, but this was different. This time, being on top in this way, she could see the muscles in his back as they flexed, as they moved under the skin. She could feel the muscles in his ass clench and flex against her hips and thighs as the orgasm built within him. 

She was aware of Quinn's orgasm when it happened, but her focus in that moment was on Harry, on how instead of gripping the bed, he gripped Quinn's legs, his fingers digging into her skin. Quinn didn't complain, she liked the pain. They all liked pain. 

She dragged her nails down his back, leaving eight lines from his shoulders down to his lower back and that did it for him- he let out a string of curses, his hips bucking wildly until he was done. When Gloria pulled out, he fell down to the bed, his legs unable to hold him up. She carefully unstrapped the toy, stepping out of it and putting it to the side so it could join them in the shower. She smirked, looking down at Quinn and Harry, who finally was able to get himself up onto the bed. 

"My favorite sight." She reached over the bed to slap Quinn's clit. The woman arched up to meet her hand, quickly grabbing Gloria's wrist and pulling her into the bed with them. She let it happen, her body pressed up against Harry's. 

"Now it's our turn." Quinn kissed Gloria. Harry's left hand, the one under her, moved to her stomach, holding her against him. His left went between her legs, teasing her clit. Quinn pulled herself to sit up, spreading Gloria's legs. She hummed in approval, slipping a couple of fingers into her cunt. 

"So wet." Harry commented against her ear. 

"Dripping." Quinn agreed, adding a third finger. Gloria let out a moan, her hips rolling to meet their hands. Quinn moved her hand, using the arousal from Gloria's pussy as lube to slip a finger into her ass, her other hand taking over, three fingers into Gloria's cunt. 

"Fuck-" Gloria's body jerked, but they didn't stop, Harry's fingers rough on her clit as Quinn's fingers worked her holes. Harry slapped her clit, just as she had to Quinn and that did it for her, She came, hard, her pussy clenching around Quinn's fingers. Her hips bucking up. She wasn't quite as loud and Quinn, the neighborhood might not know- but the neighbors definitely did. She rode out the orgasm, until she was able to settle down. 

"We need a shower." She commented, making no move to get up. 

"We do." Quinn agreed, laying down next to them, kissing Gloria. "And we will- in a minute."

"And then, we'll start all over again." 

[bunnyb34r]

Lmaooo someone's getting in trouuuuuble today and I can't be 100% sure bc I didn't see who did it but i think I know

Context under the cut bc it's a long one:

So I've bitched on here many a time about how front end will do aaaalll their go backs and leave the massive pile of clothing returns (that they would have time to do if they didnt let it build up the way they do) in our area

We've been having a constant 2+ FULL carts in our area for months now. We clear em, they come back the next day with more.

We've even been petty and taken them back up front before. It comes back with MORE

Now I get that front end is a hectic job but It's literally part of their job, they don't leave go backs of like baby isle stuff in the baby isles, or go backs of heavy cleaning supplies in the cleaning isle, it's only clothing bc they dont wanna do it/think we just fold clothes all day

AND they've been yelled at several times to stop fucking doing this, by several managers and team leads.

Well we got told yesterday that when we come in, even if it's just one of us that day, we are to empty the carts before ANYTHING else. K.

So BratBoy told [rc] who went to complain ab how unfair it is that we are forced to do this job when it is literally their responsibility to do it. And he said he told their manager several times and they still do it, so he's gonna start writing people up for it. Checking cameras to see WHO specifically did it.

Anyway, I come in and BratBoy told me to tell him if theres a cart there. There was.

It was maybe 10 items or so so not a lot, but that only goes to show HOW FUCKING EASY THEY COULD'VE DONE IT THEMSELVES. Anyway, took me 5 minutes, whatever now I have two carts. (Important for the story)

So he comes by maybe 20 min later and asks if there was a cart and I said yeah and he goes "I'll take care of it"

To which I was like "oh no i did, first thing right?"

He meant "I'll take care of it" that being the whole cart issue itself.

So I say "k" and go ab my work, utilizing both carts bc why not. One has my trash bag and a stack of Sharter's clearance I was gonna liquidate after I came back from break/put in a box to deal with later. The other has my water bottle and some paper. Across the top of the middle of both carts is a flattened cardboard box I was saving for the Sharter's.

I go to do my signs, go on break.

Come back and theres a pile of clothes pushed into my cart, the one with the trash bag, pushed in behind the bag. I was livid.

I put up my signs (only now hours later realizing I did them wrong) and track down BratBoy and tell him that when he gets a minute come to clothing, he asks why and I must have looked/sounded like I was gonna cry but that's just my "I'm fucking irritated at this stupid job and trying to remain professional" bc he looked so concerned

So I tell him what happened, relaying that it was pushed into the cart that CLEARLY HAD TRASH IN IT ALREADY and these carts were literally touching so it wasn't like they got to one first

He looked like "are you fucking kidding me" and said he'd check the cameras and take care of it.

Then as I'm getting ready to leave, I get flagged down by a coworker that one of the front end ladies wanted to talk to me

I didnt clock out yet so I follow him

She was like BratBoy said something ab the cart ect ect

And I was trying to not act like I had ratted them out sgdggdgd turns out she wanted to make sure she hadnt gotten ME in trouble, that that's not why BratBoy said something and I was like no thats not it. And she was like "I left hoodies there but I didnt put them in your cart" okay then this isnt ab you...

So I told her no, what was in the cart was also pants and shit not just hoodies

So I'm willing to bet money it was the transphobic religious lady who did it bc I saw her and aforementioned coworker leaving clothing as I returned

Like she has a track record of just leaving carts like 🤗 here you go!🥰

As if shes like helping us giving us her fucking work

Anyway I left the cart and told BratBoy that and hes like "oh dont worry, they'll take care of it"

Oh! And it was the clothes that were fucking shoved under the front desk too. Like they, instead of still using a cart to make their job easier and putting shit away themselves, decided to shove clothing in the front desk... real classy bunch

[victorluvsalice]

And so it was off to Isle Of Volpe National Park in the Bramblewood, so everyone could rest and relax and enjoy themselves in the sunshine! Alice, who was starting to feel the Fury a little bit, decided this place was a great spot to have some Zoomies and ran off, while Victor and Smiler hung out with the pets, flirting and being silly together. :) It soon became apparent that there wasn't much they could DO with the pets -- there's not that many options for playing with a cat anyway, and Shadow couldn't do much of anything with her cone on -- so Smiler flew off to search Sophie for goodies. They found a couple of plantains in the shrubbery near her base, and left behind in return that talking llamacorn toy that's been in their inventory for AGES. Look, it was a gift from Clement Frost at Winterfest one year, so I felt weird about selling it or recycling it -- but leaving it for a kid to find? That's GOTTA be acceptable!

Anyway -- with that sorted, Smiler began looking for someone to make friends with and maybe get a drink from while Victor did a little cloudgazing, then splashed around in the little fishing pond nearby. They ran into one Brian Pimental near the log bridge, whom they had a little relationship with -- but apparently had never properly met, as I had to introduce them when they flew over. O.o Asking about Brian's career solved that mystery pretty quickly, though -- apparently Brian is an Eco Inspector, which means he must be the guy who shows up periodically to make sure the gang are continuing to use clean energy and maintain a garden of decent size. Anyway, they got along well, and Smiler was able to both get a drink and use their vampiric powers to learn all their traits, while Alice returned from her run to play laser pointer with Kelly and Victor stopped soaking his shoes and pants in the pond to talk with a rabbit --

And then I got the pop-up that FINALLY clued me in as to what was going on with Kelly. Telling me that she was in labor.

Cue me stopping DEAD and yelling at my screen "WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU GET PREGNANT?!" XD Yeah, so, as it turns out, Kelly was in the family way all this time! And while I certainly didn't tell her to breed with anyone, I think I know how it happened -- namely, Kelly is one of those cats who will periodically wander off-lot on their own adventures. I think she must have come back pregnant from one of THOSE, as I believe that is a risk with an unspayed cat! Which is why you have to spay and neuter your pets AS SOON AS POSSIBLE people.

Anyway -- with me reeling from that revelation, and with kittens on the way, I figured it was best for the gang to head home. Alice finished up playing with Kelly; Smiler finished up with Brian; and Victor finished up teaching Shadow how to lie down (as you can apparently teach pets to do things while they have cones, which feels -- a little wrong?), and with a final Van Alton kiss to mark the occasion --

[darknessawaits28]

~Echoes of the Obsessed~ Chapter 1

Summary: Damion (Pedro Pascal oc) was the sweetest man that Beth had ever met. She had recently gone through a bad breakup with her boyfriend of 4 years, so when she was hit with this magnificent blessing, she couldn't stand by idly and watch another woman take this man. Of course, she was skeptical and maintained her distance, not wanting to overwhelm him, but, little did she know, that only made him want her more. He couldn't get enough of her, wanted her tied down for his enjoyment only. And therefore, a stalker was born.

Characters: Beth (main protagonist), Damion (stalker), Ita (Beth's mother), George (Beth's father), Andrew (Beth's brother), other characters that will be named in the story below.

Warnings: Contains some scenes of smut, aka. Jacking off, using words like cock, pussy, cunt, etc. There might be use of force such as strangling, tying hands together, etc. Also, there is use of profanity (fuck, shit, etc.). Viewer Discretion Highly Advised! (In the next chapters)

Thank you lovies for taking the time to read my story and for all your love and support! Thank you again lovies and Enjoy! ;3

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"Welcome to Fairfield Market, where our prices are affordable compared to our competitor's" The woman on the loudspeaker spoke as Beth casually entered the supermarket.

"Fuck, I knew my brother was right about that man, only cared for himself" Beth sighed, trying to compose herself and not fog her glasses up with tears. "But of course, I had to go for him, because he seemed genuine at first, but later was a fucking disaster!" As Beth kept mumbling to herself, she grabbed a shopping cart and headed down the isles, trying to find some junk food to stuff her face, and maybe some food she could cook later for the week. "Gosh, gonna stuff my face again, fuck my life" she sighed, grabbing 2 Doritos Spicy Nacho flavor and a regular cheesy Dorito; they were on sale. "God I hope they have that soda on sale, been wanting a nice cold Baja Blast." As Beth headed down the soda isle, she heard someone calling from behind her.

"Sweetheart, hey, you dropped your wallet!"

"Huh?" Beth quickly turned around to see this hunk of a man rushing after her with her pink wallet and wearing such a handsome piece of clothing.

"Heh, damn, you're a fast walker" The man panted heavily, looking at her with such a sweet smile. "Good thing that I saw you lose this, who knows who could've taken it and spent all your money."

"Oh my gosh, thank you, I didn't even notice it falling out of my purse!" Beth sighed in relief, grabbing it from the man and opening up her handbag and shoving it inside.

"No problem at all sweetheart." "Having a rough day?"

"Yeah....m-my boyfriend of 4 years...broke up with me....so....yeah I'm fucking fantastic!" Beth sniffled, tears beginning to pool down her cheeks and fog up her glasses.

"O-Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart, don't cry" the man tried to calm her down, slowly grabbing her glasses from her face and wiping her tears away with the sleeve of his shirt.

Taken aback by this gesture, she pulled away slightly, finding it awkward that this stranger was being so 'nice' to her.

"Sorry, I did not mean to overstep...here" he cleared his throat, cleaning her glasses with the conveniently placed cloth he had in his back pocket. "There ya are."

"T-Thank you" Beth smiled cutely, grabbing her glasses and putting them back on her face. "I-I'm sorry I just am not used to such kindness."

"No need to apologize, I understand." "And I know it ain't none of my business, but I'm pretty sure that asshole you dated, did not deserve one bit of you."

"Heh, thank you" she giggled, cracking a smile when he reassured her. "Yeah, he didn't, I'm glad though that he didn't tell me to wear make up or put my hair down in order for me to look beautiful, because that would've seriously messed up my life even more."

"Even if he said that, you are perfectly fine being natural sweetheart, no reason to be ashamed of how you look like" The man chuckled, fixing his shirt a bit.

"Well, thank you again, I truly appreciate this talk, but I'm going to get some more junk food, and probably some food so I can cook for the week."

"Of course, my name is Damion by the way, if we uh....ever see each other again."

"Oh you know what, here, let me give you my number" Beth smiled as she grabbed a small notepad that had unicorns littered all over it, and began to write her number.

"That notepad by the way, is so adorable" Damion snickered.

"Oh heh, thanks, here you go...I hope um that it's not too much to be giving you my number."

"Nonsense, it isn't that much, I'm honored to meet someone new on my travels" Damion chuckled, grabbing the note with her number on it.

"Oh and my name's Beth, a pleasure to meet you Damion!"

"A pleasure to meet you too, and enjoy your shopping."

"Thanks, you too" Beth waved goodbye to him and continued down the soda isle to grab her soda.

As she continued down the isle, Damion's smile faded and his eyes stared at her from across the way. Not a stare of intrigue but a stare of hunger and obsession. When she was fully out of his sight, he pulled the note close to his nose and sniffed the delicious perfume scent that lingered on it, "Mmm fuck, she smells so good" he groaned, his pants tightening in reaction.

After about half an hour, Beth pushed her cart towards her red car, unlocking it and heading towards the trunk. "Damn, I bought way too much soda, but ya know, whatever!" she laughed as she began to load her trunk with the light stuff first.

As Damion walked out of the supermarket, he causally strolled on by her and then pretended that she had caught his eye, "Oh hey again, uh I noticed you have some of those cases of soda, do you need some help with that?"

"Oh, hey again Damion, and um, sure yeah that would be amazing!" Beth smiled, moving away from her trunk to allow him to help her. "So funny we caught up to each other again" she laughed, opening up her passenger door to put her purse in.

"Yeah I was just getting some few things and then walked right out, then I saw you, and seemed like you needed some help" he spoke to her, making sure that she wasn't looking and put a circular tracking device in the crevice of the trunk.

"Well honestly, you are a life saver, I am honestly glad we met" she told him, closing the passenger door when she was finished.

"Same here" Damion smiled cutely, putting the last case of soda in her trunk and then slowly closed it. "I'll put your cart away sweetheart, you just have a nice day, you deserve it."

"You are literally the sweetest, thank you Damion, hopefully we can talk again soon, bye!" Beth waved to him again as she got into her car and turned it on, making sure that she had everything before she left.

As Damion went to put back the cart, he glanced back, seeing she began to pull out of the parking lot and headed down the road. "She seems so sweet and so delicious" he chuckled to himself, fixing his hat a bit, readying himself to do some reconnaissance of her house; get a first hand view of her home, her life, and maybe potentially find that boyfriend that made her fucking shed a tear. He knew that she was a stranger, that they had just met, but something deep within him, wanted more; he wanted more of her kindness, wanted to hear more of her voice, and wanted to kiss every inch of her body until she was his forever.

[robybyn]

Erm clean up on isle, my pants, this may be the scariest Christmas themed story I've ever read.

Twas a day many Christmases ago when i was but a young lad of 27, I didn't have a job and mummy let me stay at home for free and I didn't have to do any chores or anything!!! Back to the story though...

That year I wanted nothing more rhan the new donkey kong game (tropical freeze) on the switch my ex wifes boyfriend got me so I could play that while they played upstairs (idk what there were doing). anyway I was BEGGGING mummy for new Dk game and she was like "yes yes I'll get it for you" which made me happy.

But I made a fatal mistake cos i found the game that she was going to wrap up before Christmas and decided sneakily to play it... when it loaded up loud blasting music played. Then the opening cutscene played and all of the Kongs had bleeding eyes and looked into the camera.

"Peter... It is not Christmas. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING THIS GAME" said donkey kong as a caption came at the bottom saying he was evil donkey kong. I fucking shitted my pants when this happened.

"i was just so excited I'm sorry donkey kong"

"IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH" then his hand came out of my switch, grabbing me by the collar and pulling me into the game!!

Donkey kong, diddy kong and dixie kong then beat the shit out of me for a good hour. after that they kept pushing me i to the bottomless pits of the levels so i could experience what death was like over and over and over for what felt like years. then before releasing me DK said

"YOU'RE A CUCK" (idk what that means) and then threw me back into the real realm. i quickly returned the game and saw mummy crying... IT WAS MY FUNERAL i began to weep but then the ghost of christmas future (funky kong) appeared.

"THISSSSSS WOULD have been you're future had you not returned the game" i cried, happy that i returned it as funky kong returned me to the present (like christmas haha) i returned the game fr this time and acted as though nothing had happened.

However I am still unable to play DKTF as any time i try, they do the same thing as they did on christmas eve... (scary)

I'm glad i could share.

Jee whiz that one was a real scarey doozy.

[eldritch-spouse]

Hello darling Pinnie

Remember that really lovely thing you wrote about Breg calling you ✨️ just to hear your voice ✨️? How would that go reversed? Like he's out doing something and gets a surprise phone call from his horny roommate who's clearly touching herself?

:)

[In his wet dreams, hah. Sorry it's short.]

He didn't expect the call at all.

Usually, when Breg's not home, you don't really make a fuss about it. If anything, you might even want more time apart from the breeder. Which saddens Breg to think about, truly, but he supposes he understands. He can be a bit clingy.

Nonetheless, the hand-me-down phone you got him rings in the pocket of a pair of sweatpants he basically forced himself to slip on just to go outside. It's an old phone, but the breeder loves it anyway, because it was yours once, and it's a gift from his mate!

He knows it's you calling him because the monster only has a handful of contacts in it, and yours has a special ringtone.

To say he fishes it out of his pocket in a blur is an understatement. He's so excited to talk to you that he nearly crushes the poor thing. The stranger next to him in the hygiene isle gives him a judgmental stare when he makes a noise like a chirped squeal.

" Angel! " Breg happily greets, maybe a bit too loudly.

What could you be calling him for anyway? Oh who is he kidding, he's too happy to care.

" Hey Breg... " Comes your much more low-energy reply.

His tail swats around happily while he slips the toothpaste into his cart. " Is everything alright? How was your day? Do you want me to make dinner tonight? "

There's a sound like a quiet snort from your end. " No. No, I got dinner for us already. " You assure. " I'm... Doing okay. " Doesn't sound like it to him.

" Are you sure? You sound a bit down right now. " He voices as much, wandering into another isle, more than a bit distracted.

" I'm... Breg, why aren't you home? "

Why isn't he home? He likes the sound of that. It's as if it makes you sad that he's not around. That makes Breg very happy.

" O-Oh, about that... " The breeder fumbles. " I- I had nothing to do, and I saw the shopping list you put up on the fridge... It's a little hard to read, but- But I thought I'd do something nice and get that done. "

He can hear movement from your side, like you're shifting things around, cleaning around maybe.

" Oh sweetie, you didn't have to! "

Sweetie... Sweetie! Breg's tail sways so hard he accidentally whacks someone with it, quickly turning around and murmuring a fast apology.

" I just want you to relax a bit more, you always look so tired when you come home. " The monster sighs.

" That's very nice of you. You're always so sweet to me, Breg. Honestly, I think you deserve a reward. " The shifting gets louder, only now does he pick up on a slightly more pronounced breathing pattern. Odd, but he's far from bothered by it right now.

" Ahah, don't mention it... " He cranes his neck, holding the phone between his shoulder and head as he reaches for the egg carton on the top shelf.

" You're a good boy, aren't you Breg? "

Breg tenses so hard he nearly drops the fragile package, standing frozen in the middle of the isle as a cerulean tint spreads on his face. Where's this coming from?

" Wh- What? "

" I said, you're a good boy, aren't you? " He bites his lip, hearing you gasp. " You're my good boy, right? "

Oh fuck.

No way. No fucking way. You're actually touching yourself.

" A-Angel... " Breg's pants suddenly feel a lot more bothersome. He parks the cart somewhere.

" Answer me, where are your manners? " You chastise, every word a taunting purr.

" Yes- Yes, I am! " That's part of what he wants to be for you, out of a lot of things. Part of his brain is still catching up with the situation, beyond delighted that you'd do something so gross out of your own volition.

You make a subtle moan and Breg gulps, choking back his own noise of want.

" Angel- " He tries again, looking around to make sure he's not being watched. " Are you... Are you touching yourself? "

Silence reigns. In that moment, nothing exists in Breg's world aside from your voice.

" What if I am, Breg? " There's a pause. " What if I'm laying on your bed right now, fingering myself and soaking your sheets? "

That just about has the breeder steaming. He whimpers out loud like a dog that can't reach its favorite treat. " I... " He doesn't have words.

" Do you mind that? I just think your bed is so comfortable and I- " Another inhale. " Thought I'd help myself to it. It'd be better if I had one of your fat cocks in me. "

Breg's grip on the handle of his cart is so tight that the material creaks beneath his hold. The sound jolts the breeder into looking down, spotting himself already rocking a noticeable tent to his pants. Fuck, he has to go somewhere, he can't just stand here like an idiot and make a scene. Abandoning the shopping cart entirely, the large monster starts sprinting past confused bystanders and basically slams himself into a random bathroom stall, uncaring of who else might be in the others.

" What was that all about? " There's a hint of humor in your tone.

" N-Nothing. " The monster quickly excuses. " Be louder, I want to hear everything. "

" Ahahn, pervert. " You hum, to which Breg almost retorts. " You went somewhere so you can beat off, didn't you? "

Drat, is he really that obvious? Nonetheless, the pale monster's pants are already down to his knees as a hand wraps around one of his lengths with little fanfare. His filter is gone.

" Can- Can you hump my pillow? " He pants.

There's a moment of silence from your end, perhaps shock. " ... You'll wash it later, right? "

" O-Of course I will! " Lies, he's going to shove his face in it and get high. "I just think it'd be really- Please, do it. "

" Such manners. " There's shifting, and he practically glows with joy knowing that you're ruining his bed. He wishes he was there to catch you in the act.

Lust has him spiraling, hand furiously pumping himself, head tossing back as the sheer arousal of knowing what you're up to makes waves of heat eat him alive. " Gh fuck- You're so hot. You're so fucking hot, I want to bury my face in your cunt, please tell me when you're close. "

The tone in his voice must be doing wonders for you, because you make high-pitched whimpers whenever he so much as growls a word out. " Ahn- You sound mad. " His mate jokes.

" That's because I am. " Breg nearly chokes in his own drool. " I'm furious you haven't done this sooner, I'm fucking livid you haven't dragged me away to fuck the brains out of you yet. That's all I want, I just- I just want to be yours. Why haven't you let me breed you yet and then you do this? It's like... "

It's like you enjoy denying him.

" What if I did let you? Huh? "

Breg cums abruptly, hard enough to rip a thunderous snarl out of him. Something someone definitely heard. The breeder's hips tense and slam upwards while he rides out his sudden orgasm, tongue lolling.

" Wha-? No fair, you should have waited for me! " He hears you pant faintly.

" I'm coming home. " He croaks, clumsily wiping himself clean and leaving the stall in a horribly depraved state. If anyone gives him weird stares, the breeder's beyond caring.

" B-But the shopping- "

" No. I'm coming home. "

The way you stutter and breathe faster has a nasty little smirk curling his lips up.