#cus past me would be gagged

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

me going down the the secret history rabbit hole again: ...

me from when I finished the book the first time: girl wdym you're fine with the incest?! girl come back here

me: *scurries away*

[yerimbrit]

insufferable : k. chaewon

synopsis: i (21f) absolutely detest my roommate (21f). we've known each other for years, but have always had this unspoken beef?, for lack of a better word. i tried requesting a dorm change but was denied. my friend offered to switch dorms but my roommate started acting weirdly after i told her about it. what should i do?

# : pairing ! nonidol!kim chaewon x fem!reader

# : tags ! college!au, enemies to something else, crack, fluff, light angst, they're so petty it's insane, forced proximity, reader is lowk a jock, temperature is in fahrenheit cus i'm american sorry, miscommunication, arguments, kazuha owns a wii and a betta fish

# : wordcount ! 4.7k

# : warnings ! none

"you've got to be kidding me."

chaewon scoffed, looking at you with an expression that nearly matched yours which held an inexplicable amount of disgust. she rolled her suitcase into the dorm, slipping off her vans slip-ons. "shouldn't i be saying that? no one would want to room with you, hello?"

you scowled, turning back to the tv, logging into your netflix account. "you know what, whatever. i mind my own business, you mind yours. let's just make this easier on both of us, yeah?"

"for once, i agree with you."

ah, yes. kim chaewon. the bane of your existence, and also the girl you'd been beefing with since the third grade. it all started when she said that she could beat you in a race during the sports festival. then, after she lost the race, she had started stealing your juiceboxes when you weren't looking. as a result, you laughed at her crayon drawings and knocked down her block towers for revenge.

the exchanges eventually escalated into middle school and high school, your rivalry turning into petty arguments and pointed glares across the room. it only got worse when your mothers had gotten close at one particular school event, and you had to see chaewon even more than usual. to add onto that, you always saw her at your basketball games because she was the captain of the cheer team.

kim chaewon was a constant in your life. and god, was she so annoying.

"she's so annoying," you grumbled, popping a french fry into your mouth. "i mean, who the hell does pilates in the living room!?"

kazuha smiled and took a sip of her root beer. "me. it's actually kind of fun, you should try when you can't make it to the gym."

"you know she's a gym bro, it's like her second home," yunjin snorted, stealing a fry off of your plate, which effectively earned her a swat of the hand.

yunjin and kazuha were both on the basketball team with you, but kazuha was also on your high school team. you were the one who'd convinced her to join due to her height, on just her second day at school after transferring from japan. then, you and kazuha met yunjin at orientation, who was also planning on trying out for your college's team, and once you all made it, you were inseparable.

you sighed. "you're literally the one who goes with me, yunjin."

the american threw her hands up in a guilty manner, then stole another fry. "anyway, can we talk about something else? this whole time you've been talking about your roommate, personally i don't care but i hear this everyday. you even blow up the groupchat to talk about her."

"i think i've heard her name more than my own," kazuha shuddered. she drank the rest of her soda, resulting in the straw making an obnoxious sound when the cup emptied. "are you sure you aren't like, in love with her or something? i've never seen you talk about someone so much, someone other than chaewon."

you gagged. you? in love with chaewon? quite the opposite. "that's absolutely disgusting, zuha. don't ever mention me, chaewon, and in love, in the same sentence, again."

you would rather die than date kim chaewon. literally everything about her infuriated you. for example: she woke up way too early.

recalling the past few days, you grimaced. last night while you were on a game-replay-turned-movie-binge, you heard the girl start singing and working in the kitchen. and while you had to admit she did have a killer voice, it was 5 am and you still hadn't gone to sleep.

also, she spent hours in the bathroom. even after being let known that you were exhausted and sweaty from practice, she spared no pity for you. she even went as far as to take another thirty minutes just to spite you. what did she even do in there?

and every time you came back late from a party or from hanging out with yunjin and kazuha, she scolded you. it was always about having some respect for her and how irresponsible you were for not returning at an appropriate time. what was she, your mom?

it seemed chaewon just loved to scold you. be quiet at night, stop leaving your towels everywhere, can you shut up so i can study, clean up after you finish your takeout, that wasn't even the end of it.

(after a grueling practice session led by your team captain, you were just about ready to pass out on your bed. unfortunately, you couldn't do that until you showered and chaewon was in the sole bathroom that your dorm had.

"why's it so fucking hot," you whined, begrudgingly getting up to check the thermostat. as you shuffled over while wiping your forehead clear of sweat with the towel hanging around your neck, you could slowly and clearly make out the number 78.

"what the fuck."

"oh, you're back."

speak of the devil, who just came out of the shower with her hair still wet and dripping onto her white my melody tee.

you furrowed your eyebrows, trying not to focus on her appearance, her bare face that looked too good, and pointed to the thermostat. "could you," you coughed, wiping the sweat off of your nose, "care to tell me why our dorm is set to 78 degrees."

chaewon sneered. "it was cold.")

a text sucked you out of your dingy flashback. it was from chaewon, of course it was. 'it's ur turn to take out the trash this week.' how about it's your turn to take her out? with a punch, of course. yeah.

"gotta go," you stood up, letting out an unnecessary and exaggerated groan as you stretched your back muscles. "the demon is calling."

"so can i have your last fry or what?"

you scoffed at yunjin, snatching the fry and shoving it in your mouth. the blonde mumbled something under her breath that you couldn't catch, but kazuha interjected before you could flick her on the nose.

"hey, you should do us a favor and confess already!"

"i don't like her like that! or at all! i'll stop spamming you if that's what you want, just stop assuming i have a crush on chaewon."

yunjin smirked. "'cause you do?"

"'cause i don't!"

you started walking towards the exit of the diner, dreading the upcoming encounter with your roommate. and also dreading the future "chaey/n" ship texts from the two idiots. you reminded yourself to set up an anti-yunjin booth to counter her upcoming student council campaign.

"you can kiss a hundred boys in ba—"

"can you shut the fuck up? i'm trying to study," chaewon half-groaned and half-yelled as she slammed your door open.

you were currently in a sweat-inducing fight against malenia in your summonless run of elden ring, with sakura (who happened to be best friends with chaewon) screaming in your ear whenever you failed to dodge the boss's waterfowl dance. just as you narrowly avoided an attack, you started singing good luck, babe! in a panic.

because you were still fighting the boss, and because you only heard something thud, you didn't realize that your fuming roommate was standing in your room, waiting for you to notice her presence.

chaewon moved to stand next to you, hands on her hips as her patience continued to thin out. the 'you died' screen faded in on your screen and you respawned at the site of grace, whining while sakura both laughed at you and scolded you through the discord voice chat.

through the corner of your eye, you could barely see a bit of pink. huh. what was pink in your room? almost nothing, besides the pinkie pie plush that yunjin had gotten you as a joke, but that was resting on your bed and you certainly didn't recall getting anything else this week.

...until you looked up and saw the scowling face of kim chaewon.

"how did you not see me for the past ten minutes."

your mouth dropped open and you pressed the mute button on your mic before taking your headphones off. "i was busy! and why are you here anyway?"

chaewon gripped the pale pink fabric of her twice hoodie in frustration. "i came in ten minutes ago to tell you to shut up, but you didn't hear me!"

"you could've, i don't know, tapped my shoulder!?" you yelled back, pinching the bridge of your nose. how were you supposed to know she was there when you were so focused on your computer screen?

"ugh!" she turned away, exasperated. "god, i wish you out of all people weren't my roommate! i mean who even sings to chappell roan while they're being chased down!?"

upon hearing her words, it hit you. you had asked the RA minjeong for a dorm change, but she had simply told you to suck it up, or find someone willing to swap with you. and lucky for you, sakura was more than willing to do exactly that, because she hated rooming with your best pal yunjin.

"you know what, i've got just the news for you."

the shorter girl looked startled, but ever so impatient. "what?"

you pulled up your texts with the older japanese girl, revealing an agreement that she would switch with you because "yunjin keeps taking naps on our sofa and leaving crumbs everywhere u can have her," smiling in victory.

to your utter surprise, chaewon went quiet. then she bit her lip and left your room without another word.

"what the fuck?"

this week felt different. you no longer heard humming from the kitchen in the morning but heard sounds of sizzling and clashing, the fresh aroma of breakfast she cooked making its way even through the door to your room.

chaewon stopped doing pilates in the living room, she stopped telling you to clean up and instead waited for you to do it at your own pace. she stopped texting you to shut up, and she hadn't spent any more time than necessary in the bathroom besides her lengthy nightly routine.

it was weird. why was chaewon doing the exact opposite of what you complained about?

so you did the obvious and asked her about it, when she was in the living room watching something on your netflix account connected to the tv.

"hey."

she hummed, not bothering to turn around and face you. what the hell was her problem?

you strided to the side of the couch, scoffing when she didn't pay even an ounce of attention to you. unfortunately, that only pissed you off more. you grabbed the remote and paused the episode of whatever drama she was on.

the girl whipped her head around, eventually meeting your eyes. "what are you doing!?"

your roommate took her dramas very seriously. so of course, this resulted in an agitated chaewon. well, at least she was looking at you.

"no," you started, "what are you doing?"

she furrowed her brow, crossing her arms. "i don't know what you're talking about."

seriously? she still wanted to play dumb? you crossed your arms, mirroring her posture. "you know damn well what i'm talking about. you're acting so," you threw your hands up in a mocking manner, "weird. you're not trying to piss me off anymore. which, in turn, is pissing me off even more!"

"are you a masochist, by any chance?" she ridiculed, stifling her laughter.

"no! can you just answer my question?"

chaewon scowled, standing up from her spot on the couch and walking right in front of you. there was an angry red blush settling on her ears, and she had to look up at you. it would be a lie to say it wasn't the least bit cute.

her finger pressed on your chest, forcefully pushing you back by half a step. "i've been acting nice for you, and this is how you respond? can't you be grateful for once in your sorry life!?"

"well i'm sorry that i'm weirded the fuck out when you're always so pissy! can you imagine my reaction when you suddenly start acting like an angel? good thing you don't need to imagine, it's right in front of you," you stepped closer to her, gritting your teeth.

as you looked down you could see slight eyebags messily covered by makeup, and the strands of hair sticking out after she haphazardly tied it into a bun. you almost wanted to reach out and at least move her bangs out of her face.

on the other hand, chaewon was seething. "you know what?" she hissed, glaring at you with such killer intent that it made you shrink back. "i'm glad you're moving out. sakura would be so much better than you."

her anger reflecting in her teary eyes had reached you, yet there was a hint of softness somewhere in them. you sighed in defeat. "...fine."

"fine? hey, wait! i'm not done with you, damn it!"

without waiting for an answer, you grabbed your phone and keys, walking out the door while ignoring the shorter girl's questions and yells.

you found yourself in kazuha's apartment. the basketball player lived by herself, not counting the super blue betta fish she kept in the living room. jinsoul—the betta, you mean—was trained and was even taught to do tricks, like following your finger across the aquarium, swimming through hoops, et cetera.

"so you mean to tell me, you just walked out after fighting with her and let yourself in with my spare key?" kazuha yawned out, dropping a few pellets into the tank. a wide grin spread across her lips as she watched the fish eat.

sometimes it felt like kazuha believed that jinsoul (again, the fish) was her real daughter; it would be laughable if she wasn't so dead serious about it. the topic was always brought up by either you or yunjin when you were over, but was always deflected by the girl.

you groaned, making yourself comfortable on her linen couch. there was a barely noticeable stain in the corner where yunjin had spilled her buldak noodles, to which she apologized profusely and brought over a dozen cleaning products to get rid of it.

safe to say, it was successful, since she, for some reason, already had these products in her car and rushed over to get them.

the three of you were the only ones who knew about the stain. oftentimes you'd forget it was there, but the initial sight of it would crawl out from the back of your mind.

"at least i didn't come back empty-handed. i got you one of those overpriced parfaits from the café down the block," you picked at a stray hangnail, staring at the view of the foliage outside of the window.

kazuha rolled her eyes, suppressing a grin but ultimately failing. she made her way over to you with the parfait, moving your legs so she could sit down. a contented sigh made its way out her mouth after she took the first bite.

her hand reached for the tv remote, pressing the power button and switching to a certain hdmi channel. "i know what would cheer you up."

she reached over to press another button on an old, white console, then pulling out two rectangular controllers. it took a while, but soon you could hear the fan of the wii roar to life and see the familiar opening display on the tv.

it didn't take you long to realize your teammate's intention in booting up the wii. your eyes widened in horror as you watched kazuha push the small coffee table to a corner and select the top left channel which showed the wonders of hell, and your worst fear: just dance 4.

"zuha, you can't be serious."

the girl only hummed and took her last bite of the parfait, which disappeared within seconds. jesus, sometimes you forgot she was practically a vacuum when it came to food.

now, you had no way out of this; you were only able to whine when you got handed the controller, and only able to watch while kazuha scrolled to what was arguably one of the hardest songs: disturbia. and as much as you admired rihanna you could not do this without cracking your hips at least once.

➤➤ fast forward

kazuha struck the final pose without breaking a sweat—completely opposite of you: collapsed against the front of the couch, still fighting your demons after an exhausting four minutes.

the outro of the song, despite having faded away for a few moments, echoed in your head like a haunting wail. your t-shirt was disgustingly drenched in sweat, and you might've passed out if not for the glass of pity-water handed to you by the outdo-er.

"i'm pooped," you groaned, covering your eyes with your arm. kazuha giggled and took a seat next to you, ruffling your already unkempt hair with a free hand. her other hand was holding a glass of water for herself.

"that couldn't have been worse than coach kang's laps. you play center, yet queen rihanna gets you sweating more than a game against our rival school."

"leave me alone," you whined, dragging out the 'e' at the end. "i just got fought with a baby cheetah."

kazuha made a teasing 'oooh' sound, wiggling her eyebrows and making you push her by the shoulder. "you even have a nickname for her?"

"piss off, nakamura," you pinched your the bridge of your nose, "but seriously, that shit drained me. both disturbia and kim chaewon. i just don't understand why she started doing the opposite of what she used to."

"hmm."

"i mean, the look on her face at some point—it was different, unreadable. i couldn't tell what she was feeling. she said i couldn't be grateful for her nice behavior, but is it really my fault? am i the asshole here? ...hey, are you listening?" you blew a strand of hair out of your face, turning to look at kazuha who was rubbing her chin like some sort of psychic.

she scrunched up her eyebrows and cracked her knuckles, hesitating before clearing her throat. "you probably won't believe me, but..."

"but what?" you wrapped your arms around your knees, bringing them closer so you could rest your chin on them.

the other girl sighed and stretched her legs out. "okay, wait. when did this start?"

"after i told her i was planning on switching dorms... wait."

that's right. chaewon had started acting strange the day after she barged into your room, but you had only started noticing two days after, coming home from the gym and needing something you had left in the bathroom.

(the shorter girl came out immediately after you knocked and requested for her to hurry it up. you were faced with a chaewon with her hair still dripping wet and a baby blue bathrobe wrapped around her torso, bringing an involuntary blush to your cheeks. to your surprise, she merely nodded at you and walked into her room without a word.)

"was she trying to make amends...? or convince me to stay?"

"you might want to ask her yourself, y/n."

and as if on cue, your phone buzzed several times in succession. blindly reaching for the device on top of the couch, you squinted through the bright wallpaper to see over 20 notifications from your roommate.

'31 missed calls and 50+ unread messages from kim chaewon.'

you frantically grabbed your keys and scrambled to your feet, ignoring the soreness in your muscles from the earlier dancing session. it was damn near midnight. kazuha stood up to open the door for you, and you thanked her and left in a rush.

you had to go home.

but by the time the adrenaline rush wore off and you'd let yourself into the dorm, your legs had given out and you passed out against the door.

falling, falling, falling.

there were cats falling with you, into the void. there was no start, and thus there was no end. you were only able to look up, seeing countless cats coming out of nowhere and not making a sound.

while you loved cats, there was no reason they should be falling into, well, nothing. then you saw a figure diving towards you with their hand out. you instinctively reached out for them, their face slowly getting clearer as they inched closer.

your hands met. they locked their fingers with yours, and slowly pulled you up with them. there seemed to have been a portal opened up at the "start".

the figure brought you to the portal, making the two of you float just below it. they leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, and flashed a smile.

and just for a moment, they donned the appearance of your darling roommate.

it smelled like coffee.

you didn't remember moving to the couch. your blanket was draped over you and the stupid pinkie pie plush was tucked in with you, and your muscles were extremely sore.

remnants of the night prior flashed in your mind, and you rubbed your eyes. what happened?

chaewon walked to the door, slipping her sneakers on and leaning over the couch to peek at you. not realizing you were awake, she jumped back with a yelp.

"i... i made you coffee and some pancakes for you. they're on the, um. counter. bye—"

you desperately stopped her by the wrist, half-kneeling on the couch. "thank you, can we talk? when you get back?"

the shorter girl had a look of uncertainty in her eyes, but ultimately nodded. the door shut quietly behind her, leaving you alone in the dorm.

reluctantly, you stepped off the couch to go check the breakfast she made you. the faint aroma of the sweets intensified as you got closer to the kitchen, bringing your mood down.

the plate was covered by a paper towel, and on top of it had a hello kitty themed sticky note.

"y/n,

i'm sorry for yesterday. i want to talk later, if that's ok. also, the butter is in the top left of the fridge and i left the maple syrup on the counter.

- chaewon"

you chuckled, releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

this wasn't what you were expecting to wake up to.

you sat across from chaewon at the dining table, both of you waiting for the other to start. you had woken up just before noon, went to the one class that you had today and returned to the dorms after grabbing a few snacks from the convenience store. chaewon hadn't come home until around four, so you took it upon yourself to study in the meantime.

the jasmine tea that you poured for the two of you was steaming hot, releasing clouds of translucency up into the hanging ceiling light above.

"i'm—"

"so—"

you cleared your throat, gesturing towards your roommate as a sign for her to continue. she traced the rim of the ceramic and bit her lip.

"i'm sorry," she started, "i know my behavior as of recently is conflicting."

"it is," you frowned, "but continue."

chaewon lifted the teacup to her lips, sipping slowly. the clink of the coaster resounded throughout the entire dorm. "we've fought for as long as i remember. and we became roommates, and we fell into a routine. it's normal for us to be petty."

it was normal for you to be petty with chaewon. it was like breathing air, drinking water. no matter where you were, as long as she was there then you would hate each other to the ends of the earth.

"when you... suggested a change in that routine, i panicked. i didn't want to get rid of what was normal."

it was a more than a few months into the year. what you and chaewon had built was unmistakably a routine. one that was part of your everyday life, but one that you could not see yourself without. it didn't start at the beginning of the year, but on the day that you had beaten her in a race.

the look on her face was one you couldn't forget. eight-year-old chaewon looked close to tears before she ran away and stole your juicebox the next day. and it transformed into something else, and something more, and whatever was going on now.

you took a moment to appreciate the floral scent of the tea and sipped from your own cup. "i'm sorry too."

"even though it's kind of our brand, i shouldn't have blown up at you like that. i mean," you sighed, "you were going out of your way to be nice.

chaewon took another sip. meeting your eyes with a softened gaze. "so i guess this means truce?"

you smiled. "truce. but i am curious..."

"about what?"

"i know that wasn't the only reason you didn't want me to switch dorms. tell me the other reason."

the girl gulped, averting her eyes. her mind trailed back to a conversation she had just earlier, during a meal she had with sakura in between classes.

("well, she has a point. why don't you want to switch? you know i wouldn't mind, rooming with jennifer sucks," the older girl stated, lifting a few strands of ramen noodles with her chopsticks.

chaewon frowned, taking a bite of a small piece of karaage. she had finished her own bowl of ramen a few seconds ago. "you call her jennifer now? also, i don't know. i just feel bad for what i did, even though it was mutual. i didn't want to lose that familiarity."

"and?"

"and, it's because she's been a part of my life since forever, whether i like it or not."

sakura huffed, slurping up the last of her ramen and setting her chopsticks on top of the bowl. "uh huh. but that doesn't explain why you spent thirty minutes trying to carry her to the couch, brought the one blanket that you don't let anyone touch, not even me or eunchae when she comes over."

"and on top of that, you tucked her in with a my little pony plushie. and then proceeded to make breakfast and coffee for her, without making any for yourself. that's why you're making me pay for your ramen."

the younger girl was taken aback, rendered speechless. she knew what she did, but hearing it out of someone else's mouth was humbling.

the japanese crossed her legs and clasped her fingers together. "you know what you haven't realized, but almost everyone else has?"

"what?")

"i'm in love with you."

you yawned, taking a sip of coffee and stepping out from the kitchenette in your shared dorm with yunjin. the blonde was sitting on the couch with her notebook in hand, probably thinking of lyrics for her next song. after performing at a local festival, you and a few others urged her to continue her music career, and now she was taking the advice seriously.

she seemed to have noticed your presence, turning around and grinning. "hey. your girlfriend's waiting for you outside. are you going out again today?"

you coughed, "chaewon is not my girlfriend! and yeah, i'm taking her to that nice restaurant by the beach, the one that our team went to last time."

"she's not your girlfriend as of right now. how long are you going to make her wait?" yunjin stood up, walking you to the entryway and tossing you your keys, which you caught and tucked into the pocket of your basketball shorts. it was almost summer, only the beginning of june, but it was already impossibly hot.

checking your other pocket for your wallet, you slipped on your sneakers. "i don't know. maybe until the end of today. or maybe next month."

the taller girl sighed, glancing at you worriedly. "maybe you just need a day to reflect on yourself."

you reached for the doorknob. "maybe."

a/n : this is an apology for scrapping the other chaewon fic i had 😁 also crazy drops soon and the chorus has been stuck in my head??

[kabutoden]

aphids update

since i started posting aphids, nearly the entire thing has been written. and i really want to see it complete!!

its especially a bummer because i wanted to put out each chapter in 1 month, which i almost managed to complete with the first chapter by focusing on the grind but not quite, burning out hard before completing it. ive had the pages inked for months now, they just need some touchups to be released. it’s just mostly cus I got work and work exhausting. yah know how it is.

i want everyone to know every couple of weeks i look at my aphids writing and comics WIPs and go WOW. GODDAMN. THIS SHIT GOOD. there have been a few changes and additions i've made in the past few months: some of them are just gags, while others are super valuable and i think these additions help with expanding the story. they aren't things i would have realized quickly. things that have been added include two raps, one by dave and slam poetry by karkat, but more importantly pacing improvements. so that’s cool

currently im working a temp job but im TEMPted (haha) to take some time off work and visit my family if they don’t keep me on. im considering taking some time between jobs to really make some progress on Aphids or my other projects. like finishing explaining bugstuck versions of all castes. maybe answering those asks too. i got some neato fantrolls to post i just spend forever explaining the characters whenever i wanna post. LAMMMEEE. ok bye -kabu

[nectardaddy]

Foolish [Jean Kirstein x reader] 3

language, (of age) drinking, drunkenness

-- Tunes: Everybody Talks ; Neon Trees High Enough ; K. Flay Come Get Her ; Rae Sremmurd (Not even ashamed about the last one, it fits the vibes.)

As the night continued on, as did your growing intoxication; the effects of the drinks Jean made you hit you in your now swimming mind. Your eyes were blurry and your cheeks were hot, but you tipped your cup back and took yet another sip of the drink that made you woozy. "You should go ask Jean to dance, (Y/n)!" Sasha yelled, causing the other woman next to you to gag.

"Bruh- that's disgusting," the women groaned out. "Please don't tell me you actually like that man," she said with a grimace.

"She practically drools over him, Ymir!" Sasha stated with a laugh, to which Ymir let out another groan.

"Jean Kirstein? The guy that tried to kick Eren Yeager's ass last year, that Jean Kirstein?" She asked, "girl he's a dick. Please have some sense and do better."

"Hey! He's actually really sweet when you get to know him," you defended. "Plus, he's not hard to look at either, he's actually pretty hot."

"He is a pretty nice guy," Sasha shrugged. "He's a ride or die type of friend."

Ymir let out a laugh, "ok, ok- so he's nice, got it. But, Billy Ray Cyrus over there, mullet and all, is hot to you?" You rolled your eyes as she pointed him out, glancing over to see him speaking with someone else.

"Yeah," you doubled down with a laugh. "Pretty fucking hot to me."

"So hot that you'll finally grow a pair and ask him to dance?" Sasha mused, to which you bit your lip. "Be so fucking for real, I know you made out with him on Halloween. I know you have it in to shake some ass."

"You what?" Ymir yelled, grabbing your arm in disbelief. "You told her you made out with that loser, and not me?"

"I didn't even know she knew about that! I was going to take that to my grave," you answered honestly, a nervous chuckle leaving your lips. "How do you know about that?"

"He told me himself," she chuckled. "Said he almost pissed his pants from excitement," Ymir let out a laugh as she continued. "Which is why I'm telling you to dance with him, dumbass."

Putting the cup in your hands to your lips, you downed the rest of your drink. Swallowing harshly at the taste, "fine." You forced out and glanced back at the man. Even drunk, you found yourself second guessing your decision immediately. You often wished the man would like you in the same regard as you to he, but now that it was right at your finger tips it felt too good to be true.

"He's been ogling you all night," Ymir chuckled. "If he says no then there's something severely wrong with his little man brain."

"That man is obsessed with you, he won't say no," Sasha groaned. Nudging you away from the group, "go shake some ass! We'll be right here." You felt your breath steady at the word 'obsessed,' a word so silly it made you calm alongside the liquor you drank. Emphasizing it as much gave you a confidence you truly needed, and pushed past your thoughts as you turned to walk away.

There was a higher sense of confidence filling your chest from the alcohol in your system and your friends words. But you thanked a higher power you had liquor in you at the moment, knowing you would rather die than have the guts to dance with him sober. Haphazardly making your way through the sea of people to the opposite side of the building, you rolled your eyes at the amount of people would bumped or fell into you.

Next to the man you sought out was Connie, looking completely spent as he held himself up against the wall. Chuckling to yourself as you maneuvered around people to finally see him fully: his head hanging but his hand still latched onto a bottle. He was still coherent, but incredibly too drunk for his own good, as he didn't even register you were in front of them until you started speaking. "Fuck, dude, you look like shit."

"I feel like shit," he spoke with a chuckle.

Glancing up at Jean, you took the cup out of his hands without a word with a cheeky smile. Watching as he rolled his eyes as you sipped the drink and returned it. It was a silly gesture, but one that made the man look you over. A drunken haze over his eyes as he shamelessly drank you in. There wasn't an ounce of worry in the man anymore, the alcohol whisking anyway any anxiety he had before.

"Ugh- barf," Connie groaned. "Fuck each other with your eyes somewhere else, I feel like I'm dying."

A laugh left your lips at the man, flickering your eyes over before returning them to Jean. "We should move then," he spoke with smirk pulling at his lips.

"Or you could come dance with me, and problem solved," you suggested with a drunken smile on your lips. Liquid courage now flowing through your blood stream, you simply couldn't imagine yourself asking so casually sober. You also couldn't imagine asking without the conversation just minutes earlier; grateful for Sasha's inability to keep her mouth shut.

Taking your hand in his own as an agreement, he leaned over to speak to you. "Does this have something to do with the two idiots over there staring at us?" He asked, now leading you past people through the crowd. Your eyes flickered over to your friends, and you rolled your eyes to see them shamelessly staring. Both women smiling and laughing upon seeing the both of you notice them.

Your eyes flickered back up to him as he stopped, now standing in the midst of a sea of people. A smirk pulling at your lips from the words that clung to your tongue, "it has everything to do with Sasha telling me you were obsessed with me, actually."

Usually, Jean's façade of charm and arrogance would crack at such a revelation - but it did quite the opposite. His false confidence merged quickly with his real confidence, concocting another smirk as realization slapped him right in the drunken face. Sasha spilled a secret, yet here you stood willingly and openly. He couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or her words alone, but gladly accepted the result you gave him with open arms. "I'd say obsessed is an understatement."

His voice was low and drawled from the effects of intoxication, making you take a small breath to ease yourself. The man alone made you melt, but his touch and voice so close to you made you want to boil over. You could feel you confidence slip and grasp at straws to stay afloat, but ultimately yank itself up at his next statement. He didn't need to say much as you felt his hands touch your hips as an invitation, "should we give them a show?"

Dancing at a party like this was far from decent; if someone wanted classy they wouldn't find it in a frat house, even in the smallest of corners. Even drunk, your vision blurring as lights melted into streaks, you felt scandalous; even more so as the man gripped your waist which an intensity that made you want to catch your breath. You didn't care that you felt vulgar or obscene, if people wanted to watch - fuck it. All cares were thrown directly out the window the moment you felt the man's hips on your ass.

Everything around you was hot and sticky, a humidity that hung in the air from sweat and liquor. Your skin felt scorched as you finally turned around, putting your hands on the chest of the brunette you danced with. It had only been a few songs, but enough movement and alcohol to make the world feel like it was spinning around you. The man looked down at you in a daze, but understood immediately as you tried to take a deep breath. "Let's go outside," he offered.

With a quick nod, you felt him take your hand and lead you out. As soon as the door opened, you felt yourself groan in relief at the fresh air that hit you. While you weren't at Connie's level of sloshed, you certainly almost reached it as the other drinks you had hit you while still inside. "Fresh air at last!" You yelled with a laugh. Jean's strides were larger than your own, but you usually kept up if you were sober, being so inebrietated you stumbled as you walked with him. But you truly didn't mind, nor even notice, as you continued to follow the man with a laugh. Eventually slowing to a stop, you looked up at him without a word but a drunken smile pulled on your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, the man was near the same level of intoxicated as you; he could handle his liquor better though. His cheeks were red from the heat and he pushed back loose hairs that framed his face with his free hand. His surroundings were wobbly and distorted, only being able to see clearly directly in front of him. He looked down with heavy eyes and chuckled, "I can barely see shit and you are still so fucking beautiful."

Letting a laugh bubble from your lips, you felt a heat rise to your cheeks. "Are you trying to flirt with me right now, J?" You teased, but your already tossing stomach did flips at his words. Sure the alcohol helped ease your racing thoughts but the man had the unique ability to make your heart thump faster in your chest by words alone.

"Am I that bad?" He asked rhetorically with a chuckle. "I thought I was doing pretty well for myself. It got you out here with me tonight at least."

"I bet you say that to every woman." You mused, but you felt a pull at your heart. Your fingers squeezed his hand that still held yours tightly and released. You didn't want to let go of the man's hand, wanting to hold it for as long as possible before he eventually slipped away. He would always leave at this point of the night, would slink away and not be seen again until the next day. And neither of you dared to speak about events from the prior night, even if you both still remembered. It was a reckless cycle you continued despite your feelings, all for the charm the man reeled you in with.

"Nah-" he shook his head. "I saved that one just for you."

You rolled your eyes at his statement, "well don't you know how to make me feel special." Sarcasm dripping off every word, he matched your energy with a smirk.

"You're still here," he quipped, "so I'm doing something right." He felt his tone teeter, knowing he toed the line a bit too far and hoped he wouldn't live to regret it. "I saved another line just for you, y'know?" He began with a chuckle, leading himself down a path of conversation that there was no turning back on. If he was sober, he'd be coherent enough to spin it back to fight his anxiety - but he was far from sober. He walked himself down this path and he walked it with the confidence he truly couldn't believe he even had.

"Oh please," you rolled your eyes again. "Enlighten me with your terrible pick up lines."

"Do you want to come over?" He asked nonchalantly, the question falling from his lips effortlessly as he didn't think before he spoke. He didn't mean for his hand to squeeze yours tightly, but he did anyway as the realization of what he asked hit him point blank. He wanted to recover his statement, but taking it back would make him look like an ass. And fixing it would make him look like a cowardly fool.

"Really?" You posed, taken aback by his question despite how much you eagerly jumped to say yes. Intoxicated or not, the man hadn't had the gumption to ask of your company after a party before. Although this was exactly what you wished for, you felt yourself get nervous regardless.

The man paused a moment, wrapping his drunken mind around the conversation at hand. Letting his swimming mind decide his next move as he looked over your features to find an answer. You wanted to. The way you held his hand desperately in an attempt to have him stay, and your features spoke those of pleasantly surprised than disgust and down right rejection. But his mind only thought in extremes in his current state, and he shrugged off the darkness as he thought it was now or never. "Hell yeah," he said with a chuckle.

Your stomach did flips at his offer, which made you swallow hard as you tried to tame it. Semesters you have craved every aspect of the man in front of you, right down to his very essence. Sober you would pussy out, and think of a lame excuse to further push your own feelings down. So far from sobriety, all you could do was lean into the notion of wanting what was directly in front of you. "Fuck it," you mused with a smile. "I'll come over."

[quitealotofsodapop]

Funny thing about sworn brothers is that it can also mean an intimate relationship. So PIF has her reasons for disliking Wukong, but one of those could be that she assumed Wukong and DBK were exes and the two are disgusted by that notion XD

In all honesty in most fics PIF seems to forget that she was from the celestial realm and could have known that if DBK went on with the take over he could have been killed.

Oh gosh I have a huge hc that since PIF grew up around under-handed royal Celestial affairs, she's a little paranoid about romantic connections. It probably took her a while to realize that DBK's interest in her was more than some a war strategy.

And ofc she's a jealous person. She sees DBK hanging out with the Brotherhood, Jade Face, and especially Wukong; and she can't help but feel threatened by them. Wukong especially since he's a physically affectionate person, and PIF isn't used to seeing that. Combined with her paranoia with relationships; her initial reaction to Shadowpeach was less than positive.

PIF: "Wukong is clearly trying to seduce my little adoptive brother so that he can get closer to me and by-proxy my dear Bull. Diabolical."

Mac, overhearing: "...what?"

Meanwhile SWK and DBK both gag at the thought cus *gross*! Thats his bro! They still laugh/get sick about it. Probably takes multiple witnesses to convince PIF that SWK and DBK were never a thing.

Also 100% PIF was the one to convince DBK to stand down from the coup; she knew that the punishment for treason would be far from a slap on the wrist.

One of the things I feel she begrudgingly respects Wukong for; SWK took the brunt of the sentencing and blame (the failed executions, the Furnace, and the mountain) for the coup, allowing his companions "lesser" punishments and/or time to escape.

She's still suspicious of DBK's past relationships with the other members of the Brotherhood tho.

[spock-smokes-weed]

congrats on making it past what the live action covered! any post-mortem thoughts before you continue on?

Yay thanks!!!

Over all I’m really loving it!! At first I wasn’t prepared for how goofy it was, but over time Oda’s style of jokes really grew on me, and as the story started to pick up I really liked how gags worked their ways into fight scenes.

I think the streamlining of East Blue was for the better because I’ll be honest, the first few volumes were kinda a slog. They had a lot of charm, but I wasn’t crazy hooked like I was with the show. It takes a while for the straw hats to build up their relationship, only really solidifying at Arlong Park, but once it does it’s utterly amazing. The dynamics all the characters have with each other are just so fun.

I think my top characters are Zoro, Luffy, and of course Sanji, but Nami and Usopp are also just so amazing. Nami’s story was so impactful, and Usopp has so much heart. The bickering is really cute, and but also how ride or die everyone is for each other, especially Luffy.

I think the show front loads a lot of the things that Oda had spread out, and I think it works over all, but there was some shaving that didn’t super work all the time.

I love art and especially how the action is drawn. I probably picked the monster trio as my faves cus I just looooove well drawn action and this shit goes crazy.

I’ve been into anime for a super long time but was always intimidated by the length of one piece. I really wanted to get into it but I knew if I did I would have to dedicate a lot of time to reading it. When the live action started looking up as actually good, i knew I’d watch it to see if I could use it as a gate way.

But yea. One piece man. Shit goes hard

[orinviasjournal]

I've just been thinking about ori's past life as a necromancer and I feel like the one who would actually spill the bean about it is Dahannya once they got reunited and have a friendly lil gathering in idk the Forgotten Knight maybe and he was a lil drunk. "You guys wouldn't *hic* believe it, commander *points at orinvia*--the things she used to find cute and most likely still do--did you know that she was a necromancer?? You wouldn't believe--ugh-- what she do to her minions---"

Necromancy in tyria was not seen as a terrible practise as long as it doesn't involve creatures like human corpse n other beings alike, so Orinvia, now that Dahannya reminds her about it again, doesn't seem quite mind that he spilled the bean. Mostly because she often forgot that necromancy is deemed is a bad practise in eorzea

"Oh, yes, yes. How I missed my lil Georgie."

Meanwhile the scions n the others just look at her in disbelief and think it was all a joke and that there is noway someone like her would be into Necromancy until Dahannya starts telling them all the stories of their past life as tyrian.

"She puts on lil hats on this grotesque dead mouse and kiss its head, it's insane I'm telling you, it makes me want to gag remembering it--actually I think I might do it--"

"Come now don’t be so mean to my babies"

"Your babies are corpses and a freaking abominations, commander!!"

It was just a funny little banter but the others are still trying to comprehend that she had practised Necromancy, is that why death doesn't seem to always bother her too much all this time? The answer is yes

The friendly slightly drunk banter between orinvia and dahannya somehow got to the point where Dahannya ask her to draw the necromancy spell on a piece of newspaper cus alphinaud still doesn't believe it, Orinvia easily grabbed a dagger and casually slit her palm letting her blood drip onto the paper as she makes the summoning circle

"It doesn't matter Dahannya, we are in different world, there's no way Grenth's power would reach Eorzea--"

"Just do it, commander. We'll never know if we don't try."

Like she was so sure that nothing would happen and starts chanting the spell, after a few seconds nothing happen and she was about to laugh it off with Dahannya before the circle starts to glow and a dead rat minion pops out and she picked it up and craddle it in her arms like a baby

"Aaaw if it isn't my darling Georgie junior!💕"

Meanwhile everyone is shocked that she really just summoned a grotesque looking minion but she's even coddling it like a baby

N there's Dahannya going "SEE! S E E ?! I told you--they're disgusti-*barf*" and gets kicked out of the bar until he finished puking

[dishtothedeath]

judgement of solomon | Sunny 4.4

Sunny clears his throat the milisecond that Riley asks.

But he’s interrupted by Fergus’ explosion.

“…”

Sunny is stunned into silence, all the way through Yukari’s addition. Then finally, his face sours a little, and he pantomimes a gagging motion to Riley off to the side. They’re soooo sweet. Gross.

“You guys done? Watch me Judgement of Solomon this shit.”

He actually stands up, both hands on the table as he leans forwards to give himself more presence before he can be interrupted again.

“This is just based off the answers to my funny little question. Like some one-door-lies one-door-tells-the-truth riddle.”

“Araceli couldn’t do the kill herself because– unlike our favorite himbad, Fergus, who thought he could beg for an exception– she wanted two people out and neither of them were herself.”

“‘What if she’s just lying to make herself look good, Sunny?’ Well, glad you asked! I wouldn’t put it past her! But she wouldn’t have involved some rando accomplice if she really meant to escape herself. I think Araceli’s a lotta things but sloppy isn’t one of them.”

“And Araceli couldn’t ask Fergus to help her, cus’ he’d choose the only unacceptable answer: not to save Tokki– I mean, Tsuki– but to save her. They’d fight about it. It’d be a whole divorce arc.”

He gestures with his hands to indicate 'and so on and so forth’.

“Anyways. It’s hard to believe that two people who would agonize so hard over who to save are the same people who would carelessly choose who to kill.”

“I think it’s gotta be one invested party, and one uninvested party. Maybe even a pragmatic party. Sorry Jun'ya.”

[chososheart]

Can you please do mean stoner brat tamer Eren x popular brat bully reader?

this took so long, hope you don’t mind :))

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She’s Clueless! - Eren x Reader

(one shot)

Pairing: Eren Yeager x F! Reader

Content: college au!, unestablished relationship, bimbo! mean girl! reader, stoner! loner! eren, enemies to lovers ig

CW: NSFW, smut, dub-con (both characters involved are sober, consenting adults. I’m adding it cus a safe word isn’t used, plus they’re kinda strangers) vaginal fingering, oral sex (m), and (f) gagging, dacryfilia, penetration (f), spanking, degradation kink, humiliation kink, creampie, slight bimbofication, slight impact play, semi-public sex.

word count: 4.4k

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The sun shined as if it was still early in the morning, though it was some time after 2:00 PM.

You walked through the semi indoor hallways of your college campus. Your heels, 'click' and 'clack' under you as you inhale the earthy, fresh air from the trees and bushes nearby.

With each step you take, you give small waves and smiles to the people who passed by, some of them would even stop you to say their 'hello’s'. Which you don’t mind, I mean, more time away from class and people around you would instantly put you on a pedestal. It’s a win, win, right?

Yes and no. Most times it is, but today? Nope. Not one of those days.

Everything was going fine, you made small talk with a girl in one of the classes you hardly attend. You stirred the cup in your hand, making the coffee in it, swirl like a tornado. You pretended to give a shit about what she did last Sunday and—wait—how does this concern you?

You kept nodding at her, trying your best to make it seem like you care, but your head was completely empty. Thinking about nothing more than getting out of there. Even class might seem more interesting than this.

Ding, Ding, Ding

thank god

You opened your handbag and scavenged through it. You held your phone against your chest while giving her your best apologetic eyes, slowly backing away from her. “I’m so sorry, I have to take this. Talk to me later, yeah?”

“Oh.” Her eyes are a bit wide from your interruption. They soften when she sees you clutch your phone. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it!”

“Thank you.” You smile at her and give her shoulder a light squeeze as you walk straight past her.

You look down at your phone to see who was the glorious being who literally saved you from that walking radio but right as you were unlocking your phone, your eyes widen from feeling it slip from your fingertips and smash onto the floor. But that wasn't the worst part. You let a high-pitched scream, escape when you feel a cold, sticky substance splash against you.

You touch the drenched fabric that stuck to your chest and looked at whoever bumped—lowkey smashed—into you.

Eren Yeager.

You’re fuming. Of course, this washed-up, wanna-be, stoner ruined your clothes. He probably did it on purpose too!

And what makes it worse, is that he’s just standing there! No ‘oh, so sorry for ruining your day’ or anything. He just stood there. Annoyingly, cold expression on his face—as always btw— with his hands tucked in his jeans, and his oversized, layered flannel under that stupid vintage jacket he always wears. His hair, thrown in a messy man-bun, and his neck, covered in necklaces.

He’s a weirdo, a loser. No shit he’s always alone when this is how he reacts to potentially giving you 3rd-degree burns had your coffee been hot today.

“Fucking idiot! Look at what you did!” You pinch the fabric of your ruined top and show the brown stain he’s made.

He, again, did nothing. He just stared at you with those annoyingly perfect green eyes of his, silently asking, ‘are you done?’.

“Ugh!” You stomp your foot against the ground. “You’re paying for this shit.”

To that, he laughed. “What? Daddy’s little business not doing well? Can't buy yourself another mediocre shirt?”

You gasp. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you ne-” You whip your head in the direction of the steps that were approaching you.

A few students had heard the commotion and were now walking up to you and Eren; probably to check up on how you were, of course.

When you look back Eren, you’re a new person. No, literally. You flash him your best smile. “Oh, this?” You look down at your shirt. “It’s fine, thank you for your concern! I’ll just buy a new one, it’s no biggie.”

Your new persona has Eren livid. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, actually, this is the exact reason why he can’t stand you.

You’re always like this. Whispering shit about him whenever you thought he wasn’t watching, or when you were sure he was. But when you were forced to talk to him, you’re suddenly an angel sent from above. And you’re not only like this to him, no, to everyone.

But he’s different. He can see past your two-faced persona and see the cold, shiny plastic you are. And that’s what you hated about him. Sure, that, and the way he behaves in general. He’s just…weird.

He has let this shitty behavior of yours slip, way too many times now. Enough is enough.

“No, really. I insist. Let me help you.” And before you could respond, he’s taking hold of your wrist and yanking you in the first door he could see, which was the janitor’s closet.

Yay!

“What do you think you’re doing!” You squealed after he pulled you in the closet.

He turned around and locked the door. When he looked at you, he had that same look in his eyes.

“You’re paying for this shit!” With a confident stride running through you, you take a step closer to him and slap that glare off his face.

As his face practically flew to the other side of the room, everything about him changed. His eyes, which were disinterested at first, were now widened and irritated. His right cheek was a stinging, red mess. And his entire aura had changed.

Because now you feel like maybe you crossed a line. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that, I mean, was it really necessary?

You take a step back once he straightens out his face and looks at you. You felt small under his gaze. With each step backward you took, he took one forward. Like he was some sort of wild animal you had accidentally come across and you’re trying to defuse the situation by calmly walking away from it.

But it isn’t working. Have your widened, doe eyes not shown that it was a simple mistake? That you don’t genuinely hate him, for him to have this attitude towards you?

You had expected him to be some sort of masochist and eventually throw you a smirk. You never thought he would take it this seriously.

And with your last step backward, you feel a cold, harsh surface on your trembling skin. You gasp at the realization that you have nowhere else to go.

Once he stood in front of you, you raised a hand to slap him out of instinct. Eren took a step back and dodged it. He grabbed that hand by the wrist and held it above your head. Through your other hand is still free, you know better than pissing him off more.

His face was centimeters away from yours when he spoke his first words. “What were you saying?” He looked so deeply into your frightened eyes, you felt caged in his gaze. Wanting to get out, you calm your nerves by taking a deep breath—so deep—it raises your chest as your lungs get filled with the cold air of the room.

Eren looked down at what had rubbed against his chest and when he saw what it was, his eyes widened as a breath of his scaped through his parted lips.

Only now has Eren noticed that the spilled coffee on your white shirt has made it completely transparent. He could see everything. Your plush breasts, squeezed together by a black, lace bra as clear as day.

He snapped out of it and looked at you. “You’re shallow.”

He continued staring into your confused eyes until he broke eye contact when his eyes betrayed him by falling on your breasts again.

When his consciousness caught up to where his eyes laid, he shut them with a hard swallow. “And manipulative.”

He looked again.

And with that third look, you understood what was happening. You have the upper hand. As hard as he tries to make it seem like he’s in control, your pure existence says otherwise.

“Oh, yeah?” you whisper out, head leaning to the side and eyes locked on his glazed lips.

“Yeah.” He breathed out.

You take a deep breath and through your exhale you boldly stick your chest out. Your lower back curves as your chest was joined with his again.

He groaned when he felt your breasts squish in between your body and his. It was all he could look at.

When you see that your body took the words out of his mouth, you laugh. At first, it was a breathy laugh until it grew into a bigger, mocking laugh. One he knew too well.

“Shut the fuck up.” His eyes found yours with lightning speed as he tightened the grip on your wrist.

His warm, almost suffocating hold on one of the most delicate parts of your body, made you feel the heat that emitted from his hands, somewhere else. Holding back a moan, you say, “or what?” You look down at his lips, secretly begging for him to lose his pride the way you have lost yours.

But Eren did nothing. He just stood there, blinking back thoughts as he looked at the ground. You thought that maybe nothing would happen; until you felt something poke at your thigh.

You scoff.

Why’d he act all tough and then back away, when you obviously wanted him? Since his ego seems to get the best of him, with your free hand, you place his on your breast.

Eren’s body tensed as his eyes grew as wide as the moon when it's at its fullest state. Mouth, as dry as a desert that hasn’t seen a drop of water in years. His head, filled with how badly he wanted to hold every part of your body; with how he wanted to fill you up as much as the thoughts of you, filled his head.

You roll your eyes and place his hand that hung by his side, on your other breast. You felt a hot feeling, rush through your body and pool on your panties when he boldly squeezed. Your cheeks were so hot, they itched.

You lick your lips and look at him. His eyes were glued on your breasts, nothing you did took them away from them. Even with every little squirm or moan, his eyes never abandoned them.

“What were you saying?” You tilt your head.

He kept quiet and let his heavy breathing speak for him.

“Not so tough now, huh?” You laugh.

“Shut up.” He squeezed on your breasts harder and pulled a moan from you.

The sticky, brown-tinted fabric of your top that hugged your breasts, allowed a better view of how they looked under Eren’s touch. But he needed the real thing. He needed this off of you. Now.

He peeled your shirt off and threw it behind him. He looks you in the eyes and waits for you to nod before freeing your breasts off your bra.

When the cold atmosphere hit your nipples, they perked.

“Fucking slut. Probably dripping wet.”

“You can check.”

He trailed his hand down your stomach, lifted your skirt, shoving your lace thong to the side as his fingers met with your wet folds.

Eren, treating you like this, and wrapped around your fingers has your head spinning. And though you want this just as much as he does, you can’t help but mess with him. “Why so quiet? Where’s that tough act now?” You snicker.

A deep groan rumbled from his throat as he shut his eyes. But that simple comment made up his mind. If you wanted to act like a fucking brat, you were going to be treated as one.

He snapped your panties back in place and let go of the hold he had on your breasts. He gripped on your hair and forced you down on your knees.

“If I shove my dick down your throat, will you shut the fuck up?” He pushed your face against his jeans, rubbing the prominent bulge of his pants on your face. “Is that what you want? Huh?”

You look up at him and nod, your throat gone too dry to reply to him.

“Do it then.”

You practically jump to unbuckle his belt. You could feel bruises forming on the sensitive skin of your knees that met with the harsh, cold stone under them.

The satisfying sound of the buckle of his belt, clinking, filled the air as you slid his jeans down and let them pool around his ankles.

You take a hold on the outline of his cock, giving him a quick squeeze before rubbing up and down on and suppressing a moan.

Eren knew what game you were playing and wasn’t going to let you win. He whipped his dick out and tapped his tip on your lips.

“Open.”

You slowly do so while sticking your tongue out. And he wasted no time in shoving it in your mouth as far as he could, which makes you gag around him.

“What? You use that mouth of yours so well to make my life a living hell, don’t tell me you’re no good for sucking dick.” He stilled his movement and let you adjust to his size.

After pulling him back a bit, you start sucking. You gather as much saliva to the front of your mouth and spit it on his cock. You spread it all over him. Hands, moving up and down as you lock your eyes with his. You chuckled every time you saw him struggle to suppress a groan.

You hollow your cheeks and suck on him, let him out of your mouth to lick on the tip of his head; only to have him groan and push your head down his cock. Eren takes a firm hold on the back of your head and carefully pulls you further in at first. He gives you slow and soft thrusts as he tries to angle your head just right to fuck your throat. When he finds that perfect angle, he takes no mercy on your poor throat as he uses it in the way he desires.

Eren looks down at you, taking him so well, gagging on him as he fucks your tight throat. He thinks he likes you like this. But when he sees you reaching down a hand to circle on your clit, he pulls you away.

“Think I’m gonna let you cum this easily?” He laughs. “You’re dumber than you look.”

He looks around the room, from left to right. You sit back on your calves and look up at him, confused as to why he moved towards the janitor's cart.

He rolls it closer to him and takes a few spray bottles away from the top of the cart. He throws them on the ground. He then looks inside the yellow trash bin that’s hanging by the side of it. When he sees it’s empty, he makes up his mind.

“Get up.”

You obey and stand. Your knees ache because of the harsh ground that was against them, and your calves cramp from sitting on them for so long.

With each step, your legs tremble a bit. Eren furrowed his brows, almost annoyed at your body for reacting to his harshness. “Can’t walk already?” Face filled with irritation, being covered by his obnoxiously teasing tone.

Though his words make your cheeks burn from embarrassment, you still think of something to snap back at him, but before you could do so, he reached for your wrist and pulled you to him. A few steps later you were pushed against his chest.

You look at him, your eyes wide and filled with surprise. His eyes were dark and dull, but dreamy. Too easy to get lost in. Why did you ever make fun of him? His lips were plum. A bit red from arousal, but glistening from him licking them.

“Turn around.”

You push yourself off him and turn. His breathing was so heavy, you felt almost suffocated by it. Warm air, hitting your exposed skin, making shivers run down your spine as your body hairs prickled. The heat of his body felt as if it was being absorbed into yours. His energy, different from every guy you’ve been with; different from the one he had when you entered this room. Something about him made it easy for you to submit to him, even though you’re not the type to. Something about how roughly he treats you, how he doesn’t care about your status has your legs trembling as your cunt aches, wanting, begging to be filled by him.

Eren grabbed your shoulders and moved you sideways until you were directly in front of the cart. He pushed your upper body towards it, making your ass stick out and press against him. You moan and push yourself harder on him, drawing small circles on him as you swirl your hips. He pins your arms behind your back and pushes you forward.

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

The cart was too tall for you to be in the position he wanted you to be. Since he couldn’t get you to lay on it, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you on top of it. Your stomach and chest laid on the cool surface, as your ass stuck out for him, your legs dangling off the cart.

“Damn skirt is so short I don’t even gotta lift it up. Tell me, you wore this for me?” Harsh slap on your ass. “Mhm? Wear this for me to fuck you like this? Fucking slut.”

His words, going south. Making you flutter around nothing as he rubbed his tip on your clothed cunt.

Eren massaged his heavy palm on the aching spot on your ass and squeezed it. He sets your panties to the side and rubs on your slit, up and down with his thumb.

You swing your feet and arch your ass as you moan for him.

“Impatient little thing.” He circles on your clit for a bit before forcing a finger in. Slick, making it slide easy. A groan bubbled up in his throat as he stuck another finger in. He pumps his fingers into you and drops down on his knees. He licks on your clit and forces his head as close to you as possible.

“Eren, I need you,” you whine out.

He pulls his head away. “Need what?”

“You, need you.”

He huffs as he stands up. Eren spreads your ass and rubs his thumb on the curve of where your ass connects to your legs and brushes his dick up and down your entrance. He teases his tip through your folds and forces a moan out of you when he pushes his tip, in.

He chuckled. “Soaked for me, huh?”

Heat rushed to your face as you laid your hot cheek on the cool surface of the cart.

He kept taunting you by fucking his tip into you, laughing, when you squirmed under him. He felt on top of the world as he saw the picture that clouded his thoughts late at night, right in front of him.

When you finally moaned from just his tip, that’s when he pushed all of him into you with one thrust. Bottoming out as you’re stretched to the max.

He was so big, so wide, so long. His tip rested on your cervix as your walls squeezed him in. You were unsure of how he would move with how much of a tight fit he was, the mere thought had your head spinning. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve ever had. You’ve never felt fuller in your life.

Eren, though he doesn’t like you one bit, can admit he has never felt another girl in the way he’s feeling you. Your walls pulsate around him, milking him of what’s yet to come, as your slick gathers around your smooth walls and ultimately covers him with it.

“You got one good quality, huh?” he says through shut eyes.

He rests his hands on your ass and pushes out. Your pussy, suctioning his movement and making him lean toward you with shut eyes.

Nothing would be more embarrassing than if he came with hardly one thrust. You would never let him live it down. He needs to get his shit together.

Eren separates himself from the moment. He mentally puts himself somewhere else because holy fuck he doesn’t think he can fully enjoy you without cumming.

He thrusts back in and refuses to look at your body or allow himself to groan. His eyes were tightly shut, as were yours, but not for the same reason.

Eren kept thrusting, slowly filling the air with splotchy sounds of wet skin against skin. Each thrust was so harsh, so deep, your body was pushed forward every time his pelvis met with your hips. His cock didn’t kiss your cervix, no, it smashed against it. Definitely bruising it. You felt like you were being stabbed.

You reach a shaky hand under your stomach and find your clit. When you circle it, it eases the ache of his stretch on your walls and the assault on your cervix. Makes you feel good, too good.

Eren continues to fuck into you, you could feel his thrust from your hand on your clit because of how thick he was. His size makes your head spin with haze. He slid in and out of your plush walls with more ease each time. You were dripping wet, feeling sorry for whoever has to clean up the mess you’re making on the poor janitor’s cart.

“Fuck—you’re useful for once, huh?” He pants as he opens his eyes.

You squeeze your eyes shut with a whimper leaving through your lips.

“Huh?” He slaps your ass, you respond with a moan. And right when he was about to spank you again. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” Tears prickling on your pretty eyelashes.

“This is all you’re good for.” He spanks you again, again and again. Each time your ass jiggled with each sharp thrust of his, he just had to slap it back into place. Your skin, stinging from his harshness but pussy squeezing him impossibly tighter with want; with lust. You love this. You needed this. You craved this.

Eren removes his hands from your ass and places them on the ledge of the cart. Now pulling himself into you, wanting to reach into the deepest parts of you that no one has ever done before.

The tears that pricked at your eyelashes earlier have now made their path known as they mark your tingly cheeks. Delicate sobs drip from your plump lips just as fast as each tear, drops.

“You gonna cum? Hm?” Eren takes a hold of your nape and forces your head down on the cold surface of the cart. Your head fogs on the contrast between your burning cheek being joined with the cold surface.

“Yes!” You know he won’t give it to you so easily. “Please let me cum, Eren. Please, please, please.” You were a mess. Babbling things you know you won’t remember after this. And the chain of pleads only stopped when you felt his thick, firm fingers rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“Think you’ve been good, huh?”

“Yes! I’ll do anything, please.” Your mascara racing down your cheeks leaves a bitter taste in your mouth once it reaches it.

“Stop—making my life a living hell.” He grips on your ass cheeks and moves you at the pace of his thrusts. "And—I’ll even consider doing this a couple of times—per week.” He panted, close himself.

You moan, “fuck, okay, yes. Please.” You tighten yourself around him. Which caught Eren completely off guard, as he was on edge.

Through a hiss and a tight squeeze on your ass, he groaned, “holy fuck, take it. Fucking take it.”

He slams into you deeper and circles on your clit faster until you feel the coil that had been building up in your belly, explode. Explode into a million pieces. Explode in a way that has never happened before. In a way, no one has been able to archive. You felt it all. That build, erupting from your clit and making your entire body feel euphoric off your high. Your nipples perked, dangling legs trembling, pussy spasming and milking him in a way he has never felt before.

Eren came to you a few strokes after your high. He’s surprised he lasted as long as he did. But the second your plush walls squeezed him in, almost trapping his soul too, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. With a final thrust, he came deep inside you. Emptying himself in your belly after his whole body contracted.

He pulled out with a hiss. And held himself above you by leaning on top of you. Each arm caging you in, cum drooling out of you, and hypersensitive body trembling under him. You were both there, exhausted, sharing the moment as the air filled with heavy pants.

Eren was the first one to speak. “We should go to class.” He moved away from you and snapped your panties back into place.

“Yeah.” You push yourself off the cart. Your feet meet the floor with a thud.

Eren dresses back up. His belt clinked as he moved to fix his clothes.

When you turned to face him, Eren’s eyes dropped down to your chest before meeting with your eyes, just like he had done earlier. Except now, he felt a pang of guilt.

You lean your head to the side, confused as to why he was staring when you were just finished.

You received your answers when he took his flannel off.

“Sorry about your shirt.” He hands you his flannel. You hesitate to put it on, but when you did, you felt guilty for ever treating him badly. Maybe he didn’t deserve it.

Eren stared at you longer than he should have once his clothes covered your body.

He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He looks at the ground for a bit before turning around and opening the door to exit. He turns his head and looks at you up and down before speaking.

“Um, Later.”

And with that, he left you there, in his flannel that smelled like him.

Musk and weed.

You stay in the closet for longer than necessary; wondering what it is about him that has your heart stammering.

Whatever.

You adjust and dust your skirt, before walking out of the room.

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[goldentsum]

omgg can u do the idol reader thirst post with osamu, futakuchi, iwa, and sakusa 😳😳💓

━ thirst post with idol! reader - aces/wingspikers ver

CHARACTERS: azumane asahi, tanaka ryunosuke, miya osamu, futakuchi kenji, iwaizumi hajime, and sakusa kiyoomi

GENRE: suggestive themes, crack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: you guys really like them thirst posts huh but do not fret cus same HAHAHHA i hope you like this~ <3 my braincells are slowly decreasing :DDD

setters ver. | captains ver. | middleblockers ver. | libero ver. | spin-off ver. | spin-off 2

━ asahi ♡

he’s lowkey with being thirsty and people usually think he likes you because he’s a fashion designer and that you have the body type Asahi wants to dress up. 

That’s true though, Asahi would do anything to dress you up in lingerie oho~ 

He already has a lot of different sets he would do anything just for you to wear 

[simping_for.yn]: Can you just imagine (y/n) wearing a baby pink lingerie? i think i just short-circuited D: she would look so good with pink D: so innocent and soft D:

━ tanaka ♡

there’s a lot of dirty guys in hq and Tanaka is one of them bUT HE would never disrespect you like that! He may be horny but you are worth more than just another addition on his spank bank doesn’t mean he wouldn’t though

When he first saw you, he was in high school, and growing up with you was just a whole rollercoaster ride. he remembers the smol young you who would blush and giggle when your group members or other people compliment you

NOW, you were a whole WOMAN! A GODDESS!! You’re a whole buffet and you really turned sinful like that huh....

[prayingso.ynwould_kickme]: i definitely remember smol (y/n) with pastel clothes on... WHAT IS THIS?! A SHORT BODYCON DRESS? YES MA’AM! PLEASE STEP ON ME!! 🤤🤤

━ osamu ♡

ah, the quiet twin. yes. perfection. damn girl, you must’ve saved a whole ass country in your past life to have this gorgeous man thirsting over you... sana ol

he knew your group when he was staying up late at youtube like it’s not a school night and he was HOOKED! THE CHOREO! THE VISUALS! THE VOCALS! THE RAPPING! SHOOKTH

Osamu might be quiet irl but on his twitter, tHIS BOI IS LOUD AND HORNY ON MAIN--! You were the rapper of your group and you can really spit fire and he was simping harder than ever! 

[hard_formy.babygirl.yn]: the way she spits fire hm yes thank you. its a fact and she eVEN SAID IT! SHE CAN MAKE ANYONE CUM WITH JUST THE WAY SHE SPIT! 

━ futakuchi ♡

futacoochie. yes, thank you for coming to my ted talk. aNYWAY--!! he’s lowkey a fuckboy not gonna lie because he’s currently simping over you to pay any attention or commit to other girls 

yOU ARE HIS ONE AND ONLY QUEEN! and he will fight anyone who tries to swerve into your lane.

usually he’s a cold dude and leaves a trail of broken hearts along his way but with you, he’s a whole baby. he’s all 🥺 with you

[yn_bestgirl.inthewholeworld]: the world ain't fair... i just want (y/n)’s pussy... is that too much to ask? please let me take care of you, (y/n), or just spit on me. whatever you want to do first 😔

━ iwaizumi ♡

daddy iwa 🥺 he’s still a bit shy about his obsession with you and your group but if ANYONE disrespects you, he will knock that asshole out so hard that they’ll be sleeping for a month. he gets triggered if anyone talks shit about you, your group, or your music!

Iwaizumi gets all defensive and will rant about how perfect you are and no one can stop him. Oikawa knew the consequence and he wasn’t even talking shit, the tol boi just mentioned that someone was talking shit on twitter but he got the ranting instead...

he’s a soft stan! he gets all flustered when you giggle and all. bUT BUT!!! when you turn into a little devil like there’s some switch in your brain, he gets attacked. and he’s shookth but he’s living for it! 

[ynismy_princess]: i’m a soft stan. no doubt about that bUT WHEN EVERYONE ELSE IS BEING A HARD STAN ON MY TL, HOW TF AM I SUPPOSED TO STAY SOFT?? There’s a bdsm edit of (y/n) circulating around my tl and it won’t go away.... is this a calling that I should just be a hard stan and imagine (y/n) being gagged and tied up? i accept then.

━ sakusa ♡

another daddy 🥺 this man just release big dick energy like it’s nobody’s business--.. He doesn’t know how he got tangled up with your group but he’s not really complaining when he found someone being an intellectual for once (you)

you are the eldest of the group and the mom, you do all sorts of cleaning and cooking because you enjoy it. You’re the one with the medicine and the disinfectant all prepared which makes Sakusa nod in approval. 

after a bit of admiring you and you guys’ same idea in cleanliness, Sakusa started seeing you a bit differently... He wonders how you’ll look all covered with cum, sweat, and saliva... opp- he’s hard tf? 

[mother.ynismykink]: i know for sure that i am repulsed with filth or any other dirty thing. but, thinking about (y/n) all dirty and stained with cum and sweat and spit just might be my newly found obsession. she is the only person i will tolerate being dirty so any asshole on my tl can fuck off.

[burntmcnuggies]

Office Sex

Hawks x Reader

Warnings: Office sex, oral sex (male receiving), cursing, and slightly mean Hawks.

This is something short I wanted to make while I work on requests! Not my best but... I hope you all still like it! Requests are CLOSED for the time being! I’ll open them up again later! But I want to focus on the ones I have currently while balancing school and work as well :) thank you for your patience! Enjoy!

“Mmm~! Kei’! Hah... baby harder!”

“I-I’m trying! Fuck! Your pussy feels so good... You’re so fuckin’ tight dove! Mmm! I can’t last much longer like that!”

The wing-hero’s body slammed ruthlessly atop you, his hips meeting yours in pure bliss. The wet sounds of your pussy echoing in the room while his ripely round balls deliciously smacked against the smooth skin of your ass covered in his pre-cum and your arousal. His wooden desk was creaking loudly, squealing under the weight and sinful activities. The intoxicating smell of sex was beginning to overwhelm you as you neared your climax, and it was clearly getting to your boyfriend too judging by the look on his face. His lip caught between his teeth, bushy feathery brows scrunched up in his pleasure, desperately panting as he tries to get both of you to climax quickly. You quickly covered your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut as his pace got quicker and harsher, sending you over the edge.

“Mmm! K-Keigo! I’m cu-“

“Yeah baby! Fuckin’ cum for me! O-Oh yeah! Yeaahhhhh~ fuck! Ahhh shit! C-Cummin-“

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Hawks froze above you, his eyes wide as he quickly pulled out and ushered you under his desk. He lowered his tight black shirt in the process and sat down in his seat, holding his hands firmly together on his desk. “Come in!” He called out, clearing his throat in the process trying to calm himself down and ignore the raging hard on he still had. If it wasn’t for the person he was meeting with, he would’ve ignored the door and continued until he reached his euphoric climax. However, the person he forgot he had a meeting with was none-other than his idol, the number one hero, Endeavor. “What were you doing Hawks? For the fastest hero you weren’t very fast answering the door.”

“Always a sharp one I see! Nothin’ gets past you does it?” Hawks flashed a cheeky smile, but it instantly faltered and twisted into one of panic. Your hands were on his still exposed cock, gently running your fingers up and down his throbbing red shaft. He sighed in bliss and furrowed his brows deeply, scooting his chair in further so he could have better access to touch your face. “Did you receive my letter about the recent reports?” Endeavor wasn’t one to beat around the bush, he plopped down the opposite of his desk, his eyes burning holes into Hawks’ twitching expression. Your lover cleared his throat, one of his hands above the desk looking through the letter absentmindedly while his other was in your hair, urging you to keep touching him. “Of course I have. C’mon Endeavor, I’m not that lazy.”

His leathery gloved fingers intertwined through your hair, pulling harshly as he pushed your face towards his erected flushed cock. His cheeks turned pink, his wings quivering at the sensation of your lips ghosting over his searing hot skin. “Are you okay, Hawks?” Endeavor questions, raising an eyebrow at his strange behavior. It was a bold move of your lover to let you suck him off in front of his idol. Any other person that entered he would sacrifice their eyes for his orgasm. However, that wasn’t the problem here. “Y-Yeah, why wouldn’ I be? Are you actually worried about me now, Endeavor?” Everyone viewed the pro-hero as a laid back, leisurely, and a friendly face. A strong man with strong beliefs, but he only had one flaw, and that was his bird-like quirk. His body was incredibly sensitive to pleasurable touches, especially when he was in a mood like he was just moments ago. “You’re mistaking things. Now focus, you moron.”

While Endeavor began to talk more in detail about the letter he had sent Hawks about some villain sightings, you were busy rubbing his inner thighs gently while trailing your hands and fingers over his V-line and over the curly tufts of blonde hair that lay just above his erect cock. A shiver ran through his spine feeling such an action from you. He rested his head in his hand, secretly digging his fingers into his face while he struggled not to moan out and give away what was going on underneath his wooden desk. His wings spread out widely once he felt your wet lips gently trail down his slick shaft covered in his own pre-cum and your sweet arousal. He smelled so intoxicating. You parted your wet lips to run your tongue down his deliciously potent balls, sucking one into your mouth coating it with your saliva before you worked on the other one.

Hawks was a struggling mess above the desk, his hands now shaking harshly, his eyes struggled to stay open as his brain began to turn to mush in your hands. Sweat was still present, dripping off his slightly tan skin and onto his gloved hand, still digging fingerprints into his own cheeks attempting to keep quiet. “G-Geez it’s hot! Aren’t you hot, Endeavor? Well I mean you’re always hot with all those flames around your face.” He gave a painfully forced cheeky smile, sadly interrupting the famous pro while he was speaking. This of course irked the buffer man, sending the younger high-ranked hero a silencing glare. Hawks gave a nonchalant shrug and rested his hands in his lap, or so it seemed.

His hands reached forward under the table, attempting to grab your head. Due to the small amount of space, he caught you instantly, tugging your hair and grabbing his cock with his other hand. His jaw noticeably clenched upon the feeling of his own hand against his aching erection. But that isn’t what he wanted, he wanted to feel your sweet pussy around him again. However, you weren’t about to give him that luxury while Endeavor was still present in the room. He had to settle for 2nd best, that whorishly hot mouth he loved to suck his cock. He would press your nose flush against his blonde pubes so you could spell his musky scent, while his cock head occupied the back of your throat. Just the thought alone was making him twitch in anxiousness.

“Keigo~” you mumbled softly against the soft slick skin of his meaty cock, sending shivers up the pro’s spine. Suddenly a pen dropped onto the floor beside you, halting your movements swiftly as his voice echoed underneath the desk. “Ah Sorry, lemme get that.” He ducked down to pick up the pen he had purposefully dropped, but instead of going for the pen, he went for your face. His hand grabbed your cheeks, smushing them together as he dangerously growled to you through grit teeth, barely even a whisper. “Put my fucking cock in your mouth. Right, fuckin’ now. You filthy slut.” His thick gloved fingers ran over your lips, shoving two fingers in your mouth before he pulled your tongue out and spit right into you mouth. Salvia mixing and sliding down to the back of your throat.

He was too fucking hot.

His head popped back up above the table, giving Endeavor a cheeky lopsided smile. “Heh, sorry about. Guess I had a bit too much caffeine this morning.” His hands rested against his lap, scooting his chair in more to where he was slumped against his chair, knees pressed back against the wood of his desk. His hands quickly found your hair, pulled harshly and yanking your face to slap against his cock. Wishing to please him, you immediately got to work, swirling your tongue around his beautiful raging red cock-head before sucking softly onto the cute little head. You slowly opened your mouth and silently spit on him, moaning quietly at the sight of his cock covered in your spit, juices, and his tasty pre-cum.

“Mmm, continue please Endeavor.” Hawks called out, emphasizing the word please with a husky voice filled with desire meant for his cute little lover beneath him. Once his idol began to continue, Hawks decided to focus his attention back on you, pulled your hair harder, bucking his hips weakly, urging you —no, commanding you to suck him right and to stop teasing him. You finally gave in to his commands, slowly leaning forward and taking his length into your mouth. Tantalizingly slow to be specific. Your shallow breaths through your nose were beginning to make your head spin, excluding the burning temperature of your body. His hand in your hair jerked you down, making your throat clench around him, surprised at the sudden action. A small gag slipped out and Hawks quickly cleared his throat to cover the noise. “Ahem! Ahhh~ fuck~ s-Sorry I just, don’t feel too good, heh. Nothin’ number two can’t handle though.”

That was a lie. He couldn’t handle you sucking him off underneath his desk in front of his long-time idol. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by it. Maybe he should invite Endeavor to join? Instinctively his wings spread wide, casting long shadows and fluffing up at the thought of someone else touching his precious baby bird. You whimpered quietly against his cock, letting his hand set your pace for pleasing him. Once he had firmly set the pace, your hand approached his, interlacing both of your fingers together. After feeling the reassuring squeeze, you began to bob your head onto him, sucking a bit harder once you reached his beautiful rose red head. Your tongue flicking over his slit, before engulfing the rest of him in again.

“Hmm~ h-hmm~ mmm~ Ngh...” Hawks attempted to play his moans off as humming, his eyes slowly beginning to roll back into his skull, his hand tightly clenching onto yours as a form of support for himself. His other hand rose and slapped a hand over his mouth, brows furrowing as his bangs began to stick to his sweaty forehead. “Oh yeah... fuck yes...” he murmured into his gloved hand, causing the number one pro to stop with irritation. The wing hero instantly shut up without the sound of another voice to cover up his moans. Saliva was beginning to cost his gloved hand. His wings began to tremble, flapping slightly and fanning Endeavors already hot flames. “Yeah, just like that, just like that... just... h-hah...” his breath shakily stuttered out lewdly, annoying the other hero.

“I’ll just reschedule. You’re obviously not paying any attention.” Hawks nodded quickly apologizing quickly before he banged a hand on the table feeling you begin to massage his balls. Kneading them as if you were trying to push his sweet fertile sperm out of his cute little head. “Fuck! Can’t take it anymore! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Endeavor halted in his movements and looked at Hawks unsure whether he should leave him alone. He scowled and stood, towering over the desk and Hawks himself. The number two hero quickly sat up and leaned over the desk to hide you, his hand moving your head faster. The only thing on his mind at the moment was reaching his delicious climax. “Is there something I could do to help?”

“Mmm! I’m... I’m-! Oh fuck! A-Argh! Fuck yeah! Ngh!” Hawks gasped and held your head down, his hips bucking weakly into your mouth while his salty seed spilled down your throat and into those cute cheeks of yours. Endeavor’s scowl grew deeper and he craned his head in order to find out what the hell was wrong with him. He’d never seen Hawks like this. “Should I call an ambulance?” His wings were trembling and twitching, spread wide until they slowly began to droop with relief. Face covered in sweat with a fucked out expression on his face. He could definitely see now where Shoto got his obliviousness. Sharp golden avian eyes cast down to your mouth still holding his softened cock and silently snarled at you, mouthing the word, “Swallow.”

You partially did as he instructed slowly pulling away taking as much of his love juice as your could before moving the sticky substance around in your mouth, opening it to present him with his milk. He instantly got hard again. “Huh? Oh no! I don’t need to go to the hospital, just a small break. Let’s reschedule this over some food next time, my treat. Sorry for makin’ ya sit here without my attention.” He humbly apologized, finally tearing his eyes away from your slutty mouth to give a cheeky smile. Endeavor only huffed in response and walked towards the door. “Moron. Don’t agree to things you won’t be able to do. Because I won’t come next time.”

He left with a swift close of the door and stomping footsteps down the hallway. Hawks sent a feather to lock the door and instantly pulled you up and kissed you harshly, whimpering once he tasted his cum still in your mouth. As a punishment for not fully satisfying you, you pulled his hair back and forced him to get a salty taste of his seed. A sloppy moan past his lips once you pulled back, his lips chasing after yours, only tied together by a small string of salvia and cum. “He’s right you know... You agreed to satisfy my needs. And here I am... still haven’t cum yet while you’re the only one who’s gotten that sweet relief... maybe I won’t come to you next time... maybe I’ll go to someone who can actually settle my needs. Right, Kei’?” He scoffed and laughed at your stupid words, smirking as he grabbed your hips and pecked your lips.

“No need to worry about that, baby bird. I’ll satisfy you until your hips fuckin’ break.”

[knightofameris]

nothing you can do  — kuroo tetsurou

✎ gender. neutral ✎ contains. I mean, angst lol. unrequited love, childhood friends to,,,, unedited (so expect lots of grammar mistakes) ✎ wc. 1.3k

✎ summary. it was supposed to be childhood friends to lovers, right? so why is it that you now have to move on?

✎ ameris’ notes. based off a lil scenario from 🍒 baby! <3 (sorry lmao i’m reorganizing this to make it pretty!)

Kuroo Tetsurou wasn’t what everyone actually knew him to be. To everyone else, he was charismatic, a scheming bastard, a somewhat respectable volleyball captain, and a science nerd with crazy charms that could get people to just instantly like him.

He’s good at making connections that way.

But to you, you knew him as that shy little kid that you grew up with. A shy little kid who would follow you and Kenma around. His father wasn’t around much, if at all, his mother nonexistent, and his grandparents would give him the type of doting all grandparents do. He didn’t have any siblings either.

Which was probably why Kuroo would always hang out with you when he’d get the slightest bit bored with playing video games all the time with Kenma (this was before Kuroo got Kenma to play volleyball with him).

Now he’s someone who’s easy to talk to. Kuroo could literally pick up a conversation with someone on the train and actually hold a conversation with them.

There were always some days where you’d see the same little kid though. Sometimes he’s hesitant when it came to leading the volleyball club. A side Kuroo didn’t want to ever show his teammates; he was the captain after all, he had to keep the image that he was an unmoving pillar. Especially if he wanted to make the Battle at the Trash Heap happen.

You got to see all sides of Kuroo and grow up beside him unlike anyone else (well, maybe except Kenma)

Maybe that’s one of the reasons why you fell in love with him.

Love. Maybe that’s too strong of a word. But that’s what you felt it was.

You don’t know how it happened. You just knew that the strong platonic feelings you had for him growing up eventually evolved into something new. You remembered when you were in middle school when a classmate asked if you liked Kuroo or Kenma and all you could do in response was gag.

But now in your third year of high school as you sat with Kuroo and the rest of the volleyball club at lunch you realized it was something different.

“You like him, don’t you?” Yaku asked one day, munching on the little cute octopus sausages he stole out of your bento. Kuroo, was luckily out of earshot talking to the others.

You felt heat rise up your neck and before you could reply to the libero, he laughed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything but I think you should tell him,” Yaku turned to look at Kuroo where your gaze already was. Except, you could only give him a deadpan look.

“Really? And ruin our friendship?” You scoffed, taking away your bento from him so he couldn’t steal anymore. “No thanks.”

“I’m just saying, he looks at you the same way you look at him!” Yaku said smugly. “Besides, the other day Lev was mentioning how pretty you are and Kuroo told him to stay away from you.”

A glimmer of hope entered your chest at the thought of Kuroo reciprocating your feelings. But, that couldn’t be possible, right? Kuroo was just protective over you, you are close friends.

“What’s the worse that can happen, he says ‘no’ and you guys continue being friends. And, if he really ends a friendship over something like that he’s a dumbass and it means you deserve better.”

Luckily for you, the worst that did happen was Kuroo Tetsurou did not feel the same way and you continued being friends.

But at this point, fuck. At this point, you wish he broke everything off.

You wish he’d be an asshole and break whatever friendship you had with him. Because now seeing him with his girlfriend, months later, it hurt so so much more.

Because every goddamn day since you confessed to him, you wished Kuroo would show up outside your window with flowers and your favorite snacks and tell you that he lied, that he did like you back but he was just too stupid to see it. Or that he was too scared.

Instead, he got himself a girlfriend. Someone you couldn’t even bring yourself to hate because she was just too nice.

“You and Tetsu have been friends since elementary, right?” She asked you, pulling her knees up to her chest as she sat beside you. She lay her head against her legs and stared up at you.

“Yeah,” you replied, trying to swallow down that little bit of pain that was lodged in your throat. Kuroo had asked you to stick around with her during practice so that she didn’t feel lonely. And of course, you couldn’t say no to him. Part of you believed it could be so that he could break up with her after practice, then ask you out.

But you knew that wouldn’t happen.

“That’s really cool,” she smiled, staring back at the court to stare at her boyfriend, at your best friend that you have a crush on. “You don’t see much platonic friendships like yours. I thought you guys were dating so I didn’t think I had any chance with Tetsu.”

You gritted your teeth then coughed into your fist and stood up abruptly, “Sorry, I need to use the restroom real quick.”

Staring at yourself in the mirror in the restroom, your eyes being bloodshot red, you came to the conclusion of one thing. If you wanted to be happy again, you’d have to be the one to cut things off with Kuroo. You had to get over him.

It wasn’t too hard to avoid Kuroo. Besides, the school year was ending in a few months. Then you’d be off to university and luckily, you weren’t heading to the same one as him.

Kuroo stared at your back as you walked straight past him, a tick mark appearing on his forehead. His grip on his girlfriend’s hand tightened and she could only glance between the two of you with a confused glance. Kenma, stood off to the side, a small sigh leaving his mouth.

“Do you know why they’ve been avoiding me?” Kuroo asked Kenma. Kenma side-eyed him.

“I think you should know, Kuroo,” Kenma replied, walking off to his own classroom instead. He didn’t like third-wheeling Kuroo and his girlfriend without you.

Kuroo sighed, then looked down at his girlfriend, “I’ll be back, I’m gonna see if they’re alright.” Kuroo kissed the top of her head before letting go of her hand to walk after you.

He knew there was one place you’d be. The one place where you always go to catch a breath of fresh air.

Ironically, it was near a little alleyway of sorts, where a lot of cats always gathered.

And Kuroo was right.

You sat on the ground, petting a few stray cats as you ate your lunch all by your lonesome.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Kuroo asked, straight to the point. He didn’t want to beat around the bush, not with how you’ve been avoiding him for weeks on end. With graduation around the corner, he wanted to spend as much time with the people he loved the most. Even if he didn’t love you in the way you wanted.

You turned your head quickly towards his voice, your eyes wide.

“Tetsurou, hey,” you reply calmly, as calm as you could. It was inevitable that he’d come to find you.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He repeated.

“I-uhm. I’m not,” you replied. “I just need some space from everything. Just a little stressed is all.”

Which wasn’t wrong. And sometimes you would need space from everyone. Maybe not this long but... Hopefully he’d buy it.

“That’s bullshit, what did I do wrong? And what can I do to fix it?” Kuroo asked, nearly begged as he approached you. Instead, you stood up quickly, the cats already scuttering away, and backed away from him. Kuroo stopped, instead opting to wait for a reply.

All you could do was smile and glance off to the side. A light spring breeze flowing through this odd alleyway.

“Nothing, Tetsu, there’s nothing you can do.”

✎ ameris’ notes: okay so LOL. i originally had a link here to my private post to an audio recording. but hnngg i think that’s the reason why it wasn’t showing up in tags. so, i’ll be having an entirely separate post with the link so just check out my profile, it hsould be the most recent post (but not the pinned post)

that’s only if you want to hear my voice... 

HAH sike i took it out

anyway i hope u guys enjoyed it cus i wrote it when i was on like idk. i was sleep deprived. so idk if this is actually any good LOL

[hoshiwhxre]

hi~ can i have a hongseok smut with 1 and 11 from the sexy prompts? dom!hongseok and sex in front of the mirror would be nice 🙈 thank you so much~~~

Hongseok ; Mirror Sex

•~ #1 - "Bite me" ~•

•~ #11 - "On your knees" ~•

typ : smut , sexy prompt

paring : dom!hongseok x fem!reader

warnings : chok!ng , slight degradation , slight pain!kink , dom!sub , oral!sex male receiving, just v.dirty smut

{ lowkey highkey turned myself on with this one }

"Hongseok?" you called, "are you in there?"

Pushing through into the young man's room, your eyes adjusted to the dim red light flooding the small area. Your head rose, gaze falling on his shirtless chest, muscles and abs flexing as he tugged his t-shirt over his head.

"O-Oh---" your breath caught, cheeks brightening to match the room, your eyes darting anywhere but his piercing dark orbs. His lips twitched, dropping his shirt to the bed and approaching your embarrassed figure.

"What's up?" Hongseok's deep voice always awakened something unusual in your stomach, sending butterflies rushing to your head.

"Do you have that book I borrowed you? I need it for class tomorrow," your voice came out as a tight whisper, terrified that if you dared look at him even once, your knees would collapse beneath you. Hongseok's ears twitched in pleasure, adoring your pathetic reaction, watching you shift uncomfortably before him. He'd never seen you this weak, this completely pitiful. He loved it.

"It's over there," nodding towards his bookshelf, Hongseok's small smirk seemed to grow, cockily watching you hurry from his shadow. Your body was shaking, a reaction you often experienced when Hongseok was near. But this time it was different, it was more desperate. You could almost feel your limbs pulling towards him, your head dizzy with overwhelmingly inappropriate thoughts.

Just as you thought you'd composed both yourself and your heart, you felt a tall figure push up against you from behind. Your breath caught, as Hongseok's arms trapped you in, resting his palm against the wood and pressing you a little harder into his bookshelf. Your lids fluttered shut, shocked words catching in your throat, while his soft skin rubbed over your clothes.

"Can't you find it?" his lips hovered over your twitching ear, and your neck immediately retracted to the side, allowing his breath to mist against your skin.

"I-It's here..." you swallowed, breath hitching in response to his hips jutting once against your ass, a hard pump pushing beneath your skirt.

"Does seeing me without a top on make you feel flustered, y/n? Does it make you..." Hongseok's hand lowered, fondling lightly with your hip before brushing his fingers over the top of your thigh.

You remained silent, your chest heaving and your nails scraping into the wood - desperately attempting to control a mass wave of sudden urges.

"Why aren't you answering me, hm?" that same hand abruptly reached up, curling through your hair and snatching your head back against his shoulder. A sharp moan fell from your lips, as his mouth teased your jawline with gentle hisses of air.

"H-Hongseok..." you couldnt hold off the whimper.

"What is it, angel? Is this what you wanted?" he purred in your ear, "to be a dirty fucking whore for me? Don't think I haven't seen you watching me, trying to hide it from the others that I make you drip."

Your lips fell open, as his free hand began to drag up your shirt, cupping your breast tightly before guiding his fingers further up to your mouth.

"We can't do this," you croaked, your legs squeezing shut as a hot pool spread over your panties.

"But you want to?" Hongseok's clothed cock was rubbing into your ass, "do you like my muscles, baby?"

You nodded stiffly, as he tugged a little harder at your hair, while two of his fingers grazed over your lower lip. Your tongue slipped out, taking his digits eagerly in your mouth, too overcome with desire to even think about the consequences. Hongseok chuckled, allowing you to wrap around his fingers, sucking on them for a few moments before he harshly yanked you from the bookshelf, ripping his hand from your mouth.

"Look at yourself," Hongseok sneered softly, spinning you to face the tall mirror embedded in his wardrobe, "look at how pathetic you are for me."

You gazed through weak eyes at your own reflection - your pink cheeks, your messy shirt, your skirt pushed half way up your hips, your hair in his large hands, your lips dripping with the spit he'd pulled from your mouth. You felt embarrassed, ashamed, but your own image only made you wetter - ready to completely give yourself to Hongseok.

He shoved you forward, forcing your palms to press into the mirror for support, as the hand entangled in your hair dropped tightly around your throat. Smirking, Hongseok guided his fingers over the dripping lace between your thighs, teasing your clit through the material. You were burning up with pleasure, and as he ripped down your panties you immediately whined, feeling his cock buldge against your pussy. He glided two digits between your folds, grunting as he spread your arousal over your throbbing clit.

"You're so wet for me, you fucking slut," he fumbled with his jeans, unzipping them to reach his hand around his hard cock. Tugging it out, Hongseok hovered the tip over your entrance, glancing up to meet your desperate eyes through the mirror. Holding your gaze, as if daring you to look off, he drove his cock hard into you, drawing a gasp of pain from your throat. Your lids fluttered down, nails sinking into the glass, Hongseok's body pressing tight against yours.

"Look at yourself," he snarled, "I want you to watch while I make you a shaking mess."

Short, deep thrusts pushed you against the mirror, your heavy breath misting up the view of your eyes prickling with the sting of his cock stretching you out. As his pace picked up, your moans grew louder, voice breaking with every forceful thrust. Hongseok's lips were hovering over your neck, his teeth grazing the skin teasingly, and you released a low whimper.

"Bite me."

His eyes met yours, as he sank his teeth deep into your neck, tugging at the skin aggressively. The new sensation only worsened the deep pleasure bubbling in your core, his cock slamming deep into your guts, your shaky orbs forced to watch every second of your contorting features. Eyes flickering up, you watched the muscles in his arms flex, just as he dropped a single hand over your inner thigh. A finger slipped between your folds, applying immediate pressure to your clit. You gasped, the pleasurable shocks hitting your brain like train, your limbs beginning to shudder against the mirror.

"Hongseok, I-I'm going to cu-um," you forced out a whisper, eyes rolling up into the back of your head.

Your words forced Hongseok's hips to drive harder into you, his finger rubbing in fast, rough circles. Your core was fast tightening, and your thighs abruptly tensed, feeling a sudden orgasm rise through your stomach. You cried out, falling forward, your cheeks pressing into the mirror as the pleasure engulfed every inch of your body, your walls clenching around Hongseok's cock - suddenly coming completely undone against the cold glass. His movements slowed, allowing you to ride out your high, pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

"On your knees," he demanded in a low drawl. Shaking, you immediately obliged, turning to drop slowly to the floor. Your eyes met the tip of his throbbing cock, the precum dripping to the floor, and your chest tightened with a completely new desire. His fingers curled up your hair, watching as you panted below him.

"Open your mouth."

Your lips fell open, and Hongseok drove his hips against your mouth, forcing you to take every inch of his cock. You gagged, eyes watering, as he began roughly forcing your head up and down the lengthy shaft, his girth keeping your jaw wide. The tip slammed against the back of your throat, his palm pushing your head aggressively, fucking your face until your lips grew red.

"Fuck," Hongseok groaned, head rolling back, "such a good little whore."

You gagged with every thrust, your eyes dripping with tears, and soon you could feel his cock twitch erratically against your tongue. His breathing was unsteady, his abs flexing above your head, just as his cum filled your entire mouth - but he didn't stop, overstimulating himself with your helpless mouth that was all for him. Cum dripped down your chin, seeping past your lips, your throat so sore you didn't think you could take anymore. Both hands were now on your head, thrusting into your mouth while smashing your head down his cock. He grunted loudly, signalling he was ready to cum for the second time, before unloading another mouthful into you. Panting, Hongseok allowed you to sit back, his cum all spread all over your face, dripping down your chin and onto your shirt.

"I'll get you the book," he purred.

..

[peachykindalovesyou]

Sweet Little Kitten

Yandere! Belphegor x shy! GN! reader smut

Warnings:: Mentions of blood, mentions of death, triggering topics, praise kink, oral (male receiving), soft punishment play, soft dom! Belphegor, sub! reader, spanking

Word count:: 1.1k+

Authors note:: There will be heavy gore in this ! ! Please do not continue further if you are not comfortable with things like this. Italics = the past.

(Your point of view)

     I’m trapped in this relationship. I can’t escape. I tried calling for help, but nobody came. He never let them, he always got to them before they got to me. He made me watch, he made me watch them suffer. Its his way of punishing me, making me watch him kill the people I care about most.

~~

     The blood was gushing out of him, I couldn’t watch any longer. But he grabbed my chin, making me look. He was screaming in agony, the cuts on his body were scattered everywhere, finger were cut off, and skin peeled. It hurt too much to watch, but I had no choice. And if I ever tried to interfere with their punishment, mine will be even worse.

     “BELPHEGOR! W-WHY?!” His brother screamed out, the avatar of wrath, now on his knees, begging for forgiveness. HIS OWN BROTHER. “I had to, my dear brother. I know you love them, too, so I can’t let you live, and let you mess up me and (Y/n)’s relationship.”

     “I JUST WANTED TO HELP THEM!! P-PLEASE, STOP THIS!” but he didn’t stop, he just kept on going harder. The knife he was holding was now plunged into Satan’s chest, his body stopped functioning, it dropped down and lay there, dead on the ground.

     I stared in fear, scooting away, covering my face and huddling into the corner. I felt the hot tears streaming down my blood smeared face, I will never be able to escape him.

     “Come here, kitten. I’ll keep you safe, I’ll make you feel loved, I will protect.” He held his arms out, waiting for me to crawl over to him as he dropped onto his knees. I didn’t want to anger him further, so I crawled over to him, crying into his shoulder and holding him tight.

     “That’s right, kitten. come to me, I’m your one and only. I’m the only one you love.” He holds me closer, petting my head, smirking to himself knowing that I have no choice but to stay with him.

     Why did I love him?

~~

     I was snapped out of my thoughts by Belphegor walking into the room wit blood stained clothes. I look down, getting ready for my punishment. He walks over to me, grabbing my chin gently and looks at me with a soft smile. “Are you ready for your punishment? It will be a bit different this time, though.”

     ‘Different? Is he going to go easy on me this time?’ I thought to myself as he lets go of my chin. I look up and nod, “Good.” he sits himself down on the edge of the bed, patting his lap. “Sit, stomach down.”

     I obey him, not wanting it to be worse. I sit myself down and he pulls down my pants, throwing it god knows where. “Count one for every time I spank you, okay baby” He rubs my bottom gently, I nodded. “Yes master...” I felt shamed, that’s what he wanted.

     “Are you ready?” He tilts his head. “Yes master” I brace myself for whats to come, and his hand comes down, spanking me with a firm strength. I flinch, and counted. “O-one..” This went on for another fifteen times, this punishment isn’t as bad as the ones before.

     “You did very well baby! You deserve a reward. Now, stand up and strip.” I obeyed him once more, pulling of my sweater and under shirt along with it, I was left in my underwear, I tried to cover myself, feeling embarrassed. “Don’t cover yourself, baby.” I move my hands to my sides.

     I move the tips of my fingertips to the hem of my underwear, pulling them off and letting them pool around my feet, I step out of them. My nipples hardened because of the cold air. “Good job, baby, now get on your knees and suck me off.” I do what I was told, getting on my knees.

     I’ve done this before, so I know what to do. I unzip his pants and fish his already hard dick out of his boxers. I pumped it slowly, getting it harder, earning a low grown from him. I put the tip in my mouth, tasting the bittersweet precum. I take more of him in my mouth, sucking a little bit harder than before.

     “Ah...” He grabs a hold of the back of my head, pushing me down. I gag a little bit struggling to fit all of him in my mouth. “C-c’mon baby, I know you can t-take all of me..” He pushes me down harder, now I can feel him poking the back of his throat.

     He started to thrust softly, moaning and groaning at the feeling of my throat around him. “M-mffhmn!!” I tried to speak, but nothing came out. “Ah ah~ Don't talk with your mouth full baby~” He teased me, thrusting a little bit harder than before.

     I started to massage his balls, that was when I felt his cock twitch. His hand leaves the back of my head, and he pulls me away. He strokes his member up and down at a quick pace, I look up at him and stick my tongue out. “F-fuck baby, I-I’m!-” After that he came all over my face, his cum splattering across my tongue.

     “You did amazing, now, get on the bed, on all fours.” He got up and started undressing himself. “Yes master” I get into position, leaving my ass, and privates all on display for him. I feel the bed dip behind me, and he placed himself at my entrance.

     He didn’t hesitate to slam himself in, going at a steady pace. It hurt, but I didn’t complain, he would only go even rougher. “A-Ah, you’re so tight kitten.” He continues to thrust in. I feel him bite down roughly on my neck, leaving some bite marks and dark purple and red hickeys all over my shoulders and neck. “AH! Master!” He grind myself onto him as a reflex.

     He turn into his demon form, he somehow got bigger. We’ve never done this before in his demon form, so this was new. “M-Master!!” My torso collapses onto the bed, I moan and scream into the pillow, biting onto it.

     I ball my fists up in the sheets, and he goes faster, slapping my ass as well. “A-AnNHH!! MASTER!!!” my eyes roll back, and he admires the mess he’s making out of me, smirking and chuckling.

     “M-MASTER I’M G-GONNA C-C-CU-!!” I finally released, tightening around him. “FUCK, KITTEN!” I feel him spill his hot cum in me, some of his was squirting out of me and onto the bed and ourselves.

     He got up and grabbed a few tissues to clean us up, after that he threw them away. He got behind me, pulling me close to him and whispered in my ear, “I love you kitten, and you only love me, right?” I nodded “I love you too, Belphie..” I tried to catch my breath.

“Good, I’ll keep you forever, and you’ll never be able to escape me. I love you so much, my sweet little kitten.”

[princeasimdiya12]

Random screencaps of the Captain Underpants Mega Blissmas Christmas Special with thoughts for each of those scenes Part 2.

The M.I.S.F.A.R.T.S.’ families and Piqua citizens who watched their performance without an open mind:

Me, alongside the rest of the CU fandom who watched their performance with open hearts:

Also I have to admit that I loved that group shot of the kids. It really shows off a sense of coolness, especially with the holiday outfits.

The second picture sounds like every die hard fan of a manga/book in the modern era. But I hate to admit it, but I did side with the parents on this one. The boys didn’t really understand the importance of Christmas and how it involves giving to others rather then just self-gratification. It makes that they wouldn’t get it now for story reasons (”What? And ruin the plot?”) and also because they’re just kids. Most at that age wouldn’t really think about the humanistic perspective of the holiday season and what it means to do good for your fellow man. For kids like them, they’re still interested in getting toys and indulging in the fun activities that the holidays usually offer. Eventually they’ll learn the meaning and come into a balance where they can both give and receive.

I was kinda bemused over the fact that Melvin was writing a letter to Santa. I was under the impression that he was one of the kids who didn’t believe in Santa or knew that he was a lie. But it would make sense that he would write to him considering that Santa is very much real and makes himself known to the world rather then doing his work in the shadows of Christmas Eve. But now I’m just shaking my head over the fact that Melvin believes he’s nice enough to get presents from the big man himself. Then again, he is demanding so niceness isn’t a factor he’s willing to work with. 

Also, I’m pretty amazed that Melvin prepared himself for George and Harold’s yearly gift with his latest gizmo. You’d think that he would just flat out refuse to accept their gifts considering all the pranks he endured the past three Christmases. But instead, he still accepts it but has taken precautions when opening them. A gift is a gift I suppose. Even if it’s from oblivious enemies.

And this moment was just plain heartwarming. I actually do love it when the boys do something special for Melvin which in turn softened the wicked nerd’s heart. It really gives a feeling of hope that these three could be friends if there was more of an effort done between them. Especially in the main series. 

Cowards! All of them! 

But let’s take a second to think about something. Excluding the idea that Meaner is setting himself up to be kissed, bringing in mistletoe means that everyone would be obliged to participate. And not just to kiss him in particular, but each other. And there’s alot to unpack there. It can mean that all of them have some complicated and painful feelings about affection that they don’t want to bring out with the mistletoe tradition. They are some of the most miserable adults in the show so they might have some unresolved issues they have to work on. Another reason could be that kissing fellow faculty members is a violation of formal regulations for school faculty which could lead to some serious legal trouble between those who participate. (I know this school in particular doesn’t care about the law but it’s still a possibility). I’m probably thinking too much into this one gag but it’s still fun to theorize. 

My boy. Look how they traumatized my boy...

And those are my thoughts for the first part of this special. What do you guys think of all this? Feel free to reblog this with your thoughts. And I’ll be sure to get the rest of the screencaps and thoughts later tonight.

[courtlyharlequin]

Hello, may I order some rose tea with riddle please~ thank you very much! ♡♡♡

My Rose-Colored Boy

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! There’s also a song by the same name of the title (you should listen to it), but it actually isn’t the inspiration for this fic. The actual inspiration is a song called Green Tea and Honey by Dane Amar. You can listen to it here.

Coffee shop-hopping—  unhealthy pastime of yours. You didn’t even like coffee. You label yourself as a tea person yourself. Yet there is a certain atmosphere in a coffee shop that no teahouse could never replicate. While you are not so keen on the bitter aftertaste of coffee, its scent stirs up a foreign sense of solace in your mind. A day’s stress melts away after you waft in the aroma of freshly ground beans. It clears away the murky gray clouds that clog the back of your head. For that reason alone, for that feeling that you cannot get enough of, you visit a plethora of cafes a day if you have time on your hands.

You could easily name your personal favorites but you would never come back to them on a daily basis. You would usually come back at two day intervals. Yes, they were your personal favorites, but you prefer hunting for new cafes, expanding your already extensive list of places to escape from reality– or at least your responsibilities.

Keyword: usually.

For the past few weeks, you find yourself coming to the same cafe every day, on a daily basis. And today, you find yourself at the same cafe once more. This is the second time you’ve set foot into the coffeehouse. Or should you say greenhouse?  Café Rosé. A coffee shop with many rose themed beverages. The interior is heavily adorned with faux flowers. The windows were tinted with a rosy pink. The shop smelled more like roses than actual coffee. It’s.. out-putting, but it also induces yet another foreign feeling of comfort within you. Quite frankly, you favor the scent of roses and coffee nowadays rather than the scent of coffee by itself.

But.. that wasn’t the only reason.

The barista greets you as the door hits the chime, cuing your entrance: “Ah! Welcome back, (y/n).”

“Hello again, Riddle,” you curtly reply.

“What can I get for you today?” he asks, making his way to the register.

“Surprise me. I already had my usual earlier today. I would like to… try something new…”

“Alright then. I’ll be ready with your order shortly. Would you like to–”

“Card, Riddle,” you beam, handing the thin plastic over to him.

He took it sheepishly, flustered by your assertive gesture. Every day for the past few weeks had been routine. He knows your usual, your preferences, how you like your tea brewed– the little things that he managed to pick up from your brief interactions. One wouldn’t call him perceptive or observant, but he sees himself as one who is able to connect the dots and see patterns if they are frequently recurring.Of course, Riddle knows that you always pay through card, but he honestly could not break way from his mental script that he practices daily with every customer.

You watch him fiddle with his fingers as the receipt prints.

“Thank you for your purchase,” he says.

You nod as you take the piece of paper, opting to sit at the table with barstools facing the counter rather than your usual nook by the window.

There is something really off about today. Today’s events move fluidly yet ever so slowly.  It’s as if the universe let you finally catch your breath. Refreshing, but with this much time on your hands, your extensive list of cafe getaways could not keep up.

Your mind wandered over to a certain redhead barista. Ah.. perhaps he is the only thing particularly “normal” and “hustling” today. He wears the same expression whenever he brews a beverage– furrowed eyebrows and a slight lip bite. He seems out of place, like the kitchen is not a place where he would belong because he has never been in one.

With a clink of a teacup and silverware, Riddle makes his way towards you, firmly gripping the tray to the point where his knuckles are white. His smile seems a bit forced, but not because of irritation. It is because he is still flustered. He has developed a slight attachment to you– a miniscule infatuation that enhances his ability to notice every little thing about you which began with your very first order– the Rosé Latte. You didn’t even like coffee. He watches you from the counter as you gag, rushing to your side. He remembers it ever so clearly:

“Hey… are you alright?” he asks.

“Oh yeah. Don’t worry about it. I’m just not a coffee person is all,” you sigh.

“Then… why did you order a latte with coffee? I could have subbed it out with tea..” Riddle let the latter half trail off into thin air.

“Hmm… I wanted to see if I could find a lover here. If you had changed something, it probably wouldn’t have worked,” you admit.

“Did it really work?”

You jokingly scan the room: “I don’t think so.”

“Hold on for just one moment.”

“Hmm?”

A few minutes later, the redhead returns to your table with another cup in hand.

“Here. One Rosé Latte– the coffee subbed out for tea.”

“Oh you didn’t have to! I’ll just get it nex–”

“It’s on the house,” he huffed, extending his arm further so the beverage would be in such a close proximity that you could not possibly deny it.

“Alright, then. Thank you… ahhhh…”

“Riddle.”

“Thank you, Riddle.”

“My pleasure, (y/n).”

“Wait how did you know my name?”

“Your order? I-I’m not a stalker! I swear!”

“Pfttt. No worries.”

It has been a few weeks since that event has occurred. Riddle is still unsure as to why you opted for coffee since you detest the flavor.

Nearly every customer orders this drink. Riddle isn’t sure as to how the rumor spread, but it seems that the latte truly does make people fall in love. Even his colleagues have found their “soulmates” with a stroke of luck. Okay. He’s a tad envious of them whenever their beloved darlings waltz into the shop with heart eyes, going on and on about the serendipitous encounter. Their interactions cause his feelings of loneliness to swell. Okay, so maybe he is profoundly envious of his coworkers– more than he’s willing to admit, that is. But… perhaps there is some hope in you. Even you aren’t his soulmate or if these unknown feelings are unrequited, he’s content with your daily visit. Seeing you every day is a gift in itself. Seeing you twice today, and right before closing, must be a blessing.

“Your order, (y/n),” he prompts, setting down the tray and handing you the ceramic cup.

You perk up from your haze, taking in the floral scent of the herbal tea waft into your nose as you sigh.

“This is–”

“Rose tea with honey.”

You stare at him for a bit. Rose tea is your usual. The only difference is the addition of a sweetener. He truly did surprise you. Riddle is, and will always be, a by-the-book person. He cannot break away from “routine”. He stares back at you with an eager expression, determined to hear your response.

You take the cup, “Thank you, Riddle.”

“My pleasure,” he beams.

That smile-!! It melts your heart. As much as you hate to admit it, you find yourself coming back here routinely for this rose colored boy and his radiant smile. He is a person of very few words when handling customers. He’s actually full of them when it’s just you and him early in the morning. Now, Riddle is absolutely terrible at small talk, but he could talk about tarts and roses for an eternity. Conversations with him feel whole, complete... as if they are meant to be. Ahhhh, you did not like the sound of that– routine. However, you did take a liking to Riddle, the rather nitpicky yet timid barista who lives everyday of his life by a routine.

Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt…

You take another sip of the tea then set the cup down, turning to Riddle who is still standing beside you, fidgeting with the tray.

“Say, Riddle, are you free this weekend?”

“I- Wha- I mean- Yes?”

“Would you like to go cafe-hopping with me?”

“Cafe-hopping?”

“It’s like going to several coffee shops consecutively in one day.”

“I would love to, (y/n),” he says softly.

Bonus:

“Is he aware that that person is his soulmate?” a boy with auburn hair asks huskily, adjusting himself so that his eyes met the bare surface of the cashier’s counter.

“Oi, Ace, stop being so rude. Riddle isn’t that dense! I’m sure they’re both aware!” a hushed whisper replies, shoving him aside so that he could also spy on his coworker.

“But look at him! He’s so nervous, stumbling over his words.. I’m getting secondhand chills… don’t you feel it too, Deuce?”

“Yeah, but he sat down with his soulmate and they look like they’re getting along well!”

“That’s because they’ve got heart eyes and saliva dripping out of their mouth from drooling over each other.”

“Well, I think that-”

Bonk!

“Shhhh! Ace, Deuce! He might hear you. You won’t be able to see tomorrow if he finds out that you’re eavesdropping,” another slightly older with auburn hair scolds nonchalantly as he kneels next to them.

“But did you really have to karate chop our heads, Cater?!” Ace hisses.

“Sorry, sorry,” he giggles.

“Cater, you were supposed to get them to go back to work,” yet another voice sighs.

“Ah, sorry, Trey! It was just so interesting. I couldn’t resist. Oh-! I have to get to a picture as a keepsake for Riddle.”

Before Trey could say: “Wait no-!”

Cater whips out his smartphone, snapping a picture.

“Hashtag: soulmates. Hashtag: Rosé-Café . Hashtag: Rosé-Latte. Hashtag: Go-get-’em-Riddle anddd posted!” he grins.

Trey shakes his head, crouching down to join his fellow baristas.