#dude went stuffed them in one go and handed it to me to try and i told him it was perfect

[queenofhearts7378]

My sister's most beloved stuffed animal was a two foot long Scooby-Doo stuff. Well, one day me and her had made a fort out of our desks and took the shade off our lamp. The parents called us to come eat and when we got back, poor Scooby-Doo had fallen on the lamp. And ....well....turns out if you put a stuffed animal on that lamp it will burn a hole clear through to the other side. My little sister was heart broken, cried for hours.

My dad eventually pulled out the duck tape, wrapped Scooby-Doo's middle where the whole was, and told my sister to say a prayer. (While me and my parents are not Christian, we do live in the Bible belt and grandma did try to drag us to church multiple times.) For two whole weeks she took care of her duct taped stuffed Scooby-Doo, and said a little prayer every single night. Finally dad said Scooby-Doo should be healed by now, helped her unwrap him, and lo and behold it he was all healed up.

Flash forward 14 years, my sister is 21 and pregnant with her 1st kid and we were talking about stuffed animals. She brought up her Scooby-Doo. Dad laughed and said it took him forever to find an identical replacement to give to her. My sister, whom I love very much, looked ready to cry, "What do you mean replace him?"

"Did you actually believe you healed him with the power of prayer?"

"YES!"

How many people’s most beloved childhood stuffed animals are actually teddy bears, like I feel like that’s a thing someone made up. Reblog this and put what your longest owned and/or favorite stuffed animal as a child was in the tags, inquiring minds want to know

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 4

"THOSE FUCKING BITCHES SAM!" Danny shouted as he stormed into his apartment, slinging his backpack off by the door as he toes his shoes off.

Rounding the corner of the hallway, Danny was met with Tucker, shirtless with only a pair of plaid boxers on, staring at him with sleep glazed eyes, he had a box of cereal in one hand, and a bottle of oat milk in the other, raising the bottle in a salute, Tucker stuffed a handful of cereal into his mouth before taking a swig of the milk, holding up a hand to stop Danny from speaking as he chewed, only letting his hand fall before he spoke.

"What?"

"The Bats are fucking assholes!"

Tucker looked back at the bottle of oat milk, sighed and placed it back in the refrigerator, chucking the box of cereal on the counter, Tucker grabbed Danny by the shoulders.

"Of course they are Jerks Danny..." his grip tightened as he started to shake the Halfa, "I have ten deadlines and 5 missed calls, I really want to geek out right now about you meeting the local heroes but I really don't have the time, so yes, jerks, tell me about it later okay?"

Danny phased through the tough grip on his shoulders, letting out a giggle as he watched Tucker fumble as he no longer had someone to help steady himself, "I did yell specifically for Sam, Tuck so you can't get mad at me! Go huant the Wanyetech building, I know for sure those dudes are way more dead inside than I am!"

Getting a groan from his friend at his dead pun, Danny continued into the apartment, snatching Tuckers cereal box off the counter as he went to sit in the living room.

Spotting Sam typing something on a lap top, her big over the ear headphones blaring as he flops down next to her, which thankfully was enough for her to notice him.

Offering g the box of cereal to her, she sent him a tired smile as she slipped the head phones off and took some of the fruit flavored rings, "Hey there Deadstuff...how was work?"

Danny sent her a grin, "Well, Clocky decided to throw me a bone and I think I got this? He is a little bitch boy that sends me all over the place but this time it was a dined, Lunch Lady taught me how to cook." Pasuing to stuff a new handful of tasty fruity goodness, Danny spoke around the cereal in his mouth "Cookin' ish so much more cool when da food isn't trying to kill you"

Slapping Danny's arm as she rolled her "Don't eat with your mind full and tell me what got you so riled up" Sliding her laptop of her self she tucked her knees up before stretching them out over Danny, who was already going off on his story.

"Wait wait! You had Nightwing in you're restaurant and you didn't get me an autograph?" Same shot Danny a scowl, who at least had the decency to look sorry

"I was going to but they fucking dined and dashed Sam! Even when I was actively Phantom, I never, ever just left a bill!"

---

Dick knew that perhaps eating the food was a slightly bad idea, given the look B gave them when him and Tim pulled into the Cave.

He was standing there, arms crossed, thankfully cowl down, what made the sight infinitely less intimidating was Damian doing the same next to him, his head tilted to look down at them and perhaps standing on his tittpy toes a little bit.

Dick wanted to coo at the father son bonding, but remembered he had to act at least a little chastised at the moment "Yes I am sorry B, It was my decision to head in, there was no outward danger so we just took a chance."

Wincing at the gruff grunt he got from that Dick powered on, "I will write a more detailed report, but personally if anything wrong it's likely that the kid working there is Meta? I dont-"

"He can't be meta! He is very clearly a ghost Dick!" Tim interrupted already flipping through some notes he had made on the way back home, "its the only explanation...or he is a 5th dimensional Imp with a passion for cooking but I really hope not those guys suck to deal with..."

Dick nodded at that, but had to say some thing foe his own superfan imp "Nightmite is a chill dude helps sometimes with cases back in Bludhaven!"

Giving a sigh, Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose, "No mites, no metas, no ghost, go to Medbay I am running blood tests on what sweet hell you have ingested."

---

Bruce ran the test again, sure that it was wrong, praying that it was wrong.

TEST COMPLETE

TRACE LAZARUS WATERS DETECTED

Underneath was lists of chemical make ups of the samples Tim took and his sons blood, there were varying levels through out the food samples, some lighter but others were heavy on it.

What was stumping him was...it was nearly perfectly pure, the pits naturally over time get polluted, with the dirt and sediment that falls in, and with the various amounts of bodily parts and fluids that are dipped in it.

But the trace amounts Bruce was finding were a better quality than Ra's own personal pool, not the one he dips in to regain his youth that the LOA make a ritual out of, no the privet one in the Alps that was clear as glacial water.

It didn't make any sense to Bruce, who would be spreading Lazarus water around? Ra's would not simply share his secret pure stash...

Lost in thought, Bruce sat back glaring at the test results.

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"And after I thought I was giving great service, they fucking left, no bill, no tip! I didn't even get to see Nightwings ass as he left! People say it's a godly experience! I was robbed!" Letting out a huff Danny shot Sam an incredulous look at her sudden burst of laughter. "Sa~am, this isn't funny! Never meet your heroes! I am taking this to Twitter! They shall know my fury!" His words only served to make Sam laugh even harder.

Stifling a grin Danny took out hos phone, a old busted thing that was more ducktape and prayers than actual technology, but dear go's did it still work.

<@i-haunt-spirit-holloween

[@.realwing @not-that-red-robin.real yall are toxic twinks came in to my workplace and fucking dined and dashed 0/10 Nightwing has a flat ass.]

Hitting send, Danny put his phone down, choosing to let the nights happenings go past his mind and just hang out with Sam before showering and finally going to bed.

---

Tim was hunched over his lap top, going frame by frame of his body cam footage, he *needed* to figure this out, it was like an itch in his brain that he would go through bone to get through.

His work payed off as he clicked forward another time, his feed went static before it showed a blurry blue blob in place of the diner! Proof! It was there!

Jumping at the sudden bang of his bedroom door being thrown open, Tim whirled to around to see Dicks distressed face, standing up, Tim prepared for the worst, something happened. Bruce was dead agian it had to be-

"TIMMY I AM A TWINK AM I??" Was Dicks wail as he flopped down on Tim's bed.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, Tim looked longingly at his laptop before closing it, "Dick, what the fuck."

Rolling around on the bed, Dick finally looked up at Tim "Littlewing sent me a tweet and...ugh just look!" Thrusting out his phone as he spoke

Pasuing at the mention of Jason, Tim  looked down at the screen and froze

"Holy shit...we forgot to pay didn't we...fuck Jason is never going to let us live that down."

Tim still remembered the first time he witnessed one of Jason's famous "make Bruce spend more money" rants about tipping.

It was glorious.

Tim now realized he would be one of two that was likely going to have to face it next.

"UGH?? You focus on the money and not the other parts? Tim I was called a toxic twink with no ass! This is a declaration of war! I have never been so offended!" Dick sat up, eyes narrowd while Tim opened up the tweet on his own phone.

"The comments agree Dick, I am sorry, you now have a flat ass congrats and welcome to the club" Tim said dryly, trying to go to the posters page, since it was clearly Danny who posted it.

Only the app crashed when he tried to. And again when he tried to a second time, and his web browser crashed when he tried opening it there

Tim was baffled on what was happening while Dick lemented on his bed before deciding to hack it later.

<@not-that-red-robin.real

[@i-haunt-spirit-holloween super sorry about that send me venmo and I'll pay with tip]

<@i-haunt-spirit-holloween

[@not-that-red-robin.real Fuck that face me like a coward bitch bet you wont]

<@not-that-red-robin.real

[@i-haunt-spirit-holloween...bet]

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Somewhere in a safe house in Crime Ally, Jason let out a little giggled as he scrolled through the comments on the funniest post he had found in a while, Jason was surely going to have to speak to Timberly and Dickiebird about paying their bills but right now?

He was kicking his feet watching Dick have a public meltdown as Nightwing.

Finally, he wouldn't be the only one who had to retake the Bat Media course.

How was he supposed to know doing peace signs next to a person he just shot wasn't allowed?

[subbmissivesuccubus]

No secrets around here ~

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Summary : Satoru and Suguru find out that their sweet, seemingly innocent girlfriend writes smutty fanfiction. They decide to make her fantasies come true while also making sure to teach her that keeping secrets from them have consequences <3

Contains : Fem reader. Established relationship. Degradation. Threesome M/M/F. Gojo and Geto being mean but with love. A bit meta.

“Dude- Suguru- SUGURU!”

“Stop yelling, Satoru.” The raven-haired man whined, rubbing a hand over his face as he was barely awake, “You better be dying if you’re calling me at 3 in the morning.”

“Oh, trust me, you’ll wanna hear what I say.”

“Get to the point.”

“Ok, so you know how every time we visit our cutie, she’s super protective of her phone?”

“…Yeah.”

“And how she immediately shuts her laptop close if we walk in?”

“…Yeah.”

“I found out why. I just sent you a link.”

Satoru hung up and Suguru groaned, looking his phone annoyance before the ding of a message received rang out. He raised an eyebrow as he read the message, the link opening upto a website called…tumblr? He was aware of the site but it never interested him enough to truly put any effort into finding out more about it. He also knew of the concept of fanfiction (thanks to a certain someone) and knew that Tumblr had a lot of creators posting their fanmade content.

But he had no idea it was…something like this.

Reader is being a brat and gets put in her place – Fem Reader X Demon Slayer men.

Where the men of One-Piece love to cum <3

Dick headcannons, a.k.a. who among the Honkai men are packing~

Suguru scoffed as he scrolled down the posts, surprised at how lewd this author was. Their writing was filthy and degenerate yet written fairly well. If he wasn’t so sleepy, Suguru was sure he could jerk off to a story or two. The comments under the posts were just as feral, people going crazy over the fanfictions, often proclaiming their desire to be with these…fictional men? He didn’t quite understand it but who was he to judge.

He paused as he read the title of a post, letting out a hum as the title hit a bit close to home.

Reader gets pounded roughly by her two boyfriends.

It was a post with thousands of notes which got Suguru curious. He clicked on the tag labelled #two boyfriends and was surprised to see several stories written by the author of the reader having two lovers and their sexual escapades together:

Reader gets both her holes stuffed with cock. Or the two boyfriends compete to see who can get her to squirt first. Reader is spanked silly and can’t sit properly for days. As punishment, the two boyfriends overstimulate the reader for hours, making her cum over and over again even as she begged them to stop.

The list went on and on and on, making the blood rush to Suguru’s cheeks at how raw and filthy and…desperate these fanfictions were.

His phone dinged, a message from Satoru which reminded the black-haired man of how he wound up here to begin with. So there are some smutty fiction online, but what does it have to do with you? He could only come up with one conclusion but…that couldn’t be it. Right?

Satoru <3 : Did you see all the two boyfriends fics?

Me : Yeah. You’re not saying that…she wrote all of this, are you?

Suguru waited with bated breath as the three dots danced on his screen, Satoru typing out the answer. You were someone who refused to even curse in daily conversation! There was no way… He choked as he got a response, Satoru simply saying:

What do you say we show our baby how much better her real boyfriends are?

~~~~~

“Boys!” you whined as Suguru and Satoru stuck close to you, one on either side, “I’m trying to cook here!” “We’re not stopping you!” Satoru said with a pout as he placed his cheek on top of your hair, “We just wanna be close to our baby. Is that so bad?” “Exactly.” Suguru purred as a hand came up to wrap around your waist, pressing himself close to you, “Is loving you such a crime?”

You rolled your eyes at their theatrics. One thing worse than having one dramatic boyfriend would be having two. Not that you were complaining, of course. How on Earth could you be upset over having the two most powerful sorcerers be your lovers? It sometimes felt like a dream- that these two had fallen in love with you and were over by your place for a domestic night of homecooked food and movies. They were more clingy than usual, a hand or lips always on your body at all times. You caught them exchanging glances with each other once in awhile but you simply ignored it. It wasn’t the first time your men had this telepathic communication going on between them. As long as they weren’t planning on pranking you, you decided to simply focus on the meal you were cooking.

“So, babe,” Satoru purred as he placed a kiss to the crown of your head, “You’re on Tumblr a lot, right?”

You scoffed, “You know I am. Why’d you ask? You finally wanna join?”

“I sure do!” he responded, “And if you had told me about all the porn that was on that website, I would have joined sooner.”

“Porn?” you repeated, confused, “What are you talking about? It doesn’t allow-”

“All of that smutty fanfiction- I was up all night reading them!”

You froze, hoping that the two of them didn’t notice. “Oh, uh, yeah there’s a lot of that.”

“And, you know, we found this…writer.” Suguru said, his voice dripping like honey as his hand ran up and down your waist, “Who writes the most…filthy things. Degradation, spankings, brat taming, not to mention threesomes between two men and a woman. Kind of similar to us, right?”

You gulped, trying to focus on your food even though your mind was running a mile. Did they know? How did they find out? You were so careful of your things! You always made sure to have an eye on your phone and laptop so how did they…

“Well, only the threesome parts.” Satoru said, “We’re not nearly as kinky as the people in those stories. We could be, of course, but we wouldn’t want to scare our baby with how…intense we can be, right?”

“Of course.” Suguru purred, leaning forward to kiss your temple, his lips soft against your skin, “Our sweet princess is so innocent and vanilla. How on Earth can we treat her like the girls in those smutty, dirty stories? We have to make love to her like the Queen she is. There’s no way our baby would like to be punished or have her pussy filled until she’s bred.”

“Exactly.” Satoru said, noting the way your breathing was quickening, smiling as he saw your ears turn red, “Unless…there’s something she’s not telling us.” You gasped as his hand trailed down your back, making you shiver before it landed on your ass. You mewled as he grabbed a cheek harshly, his fingers digging into your plush skin, both of them so close to you that you could feel their hot breath against your burning face.

“So, sweetheart.” Suguru said, a twinkle in his eye as he turned off the heat of the stove, gently taking your utensils out of your hands, “Anything you’d like to share?”

You gulped, Satoru squeezing you greedily and making it difficult for you to form sentences, “H-How did you find out?”

“Well, I might have peeked at your phone when you left it unlocked yesterday.” Satoru confessed, “I wasn’t planning on looking but when I saw the notification of someone begging you to write more of your threesome content, well, curiosity got the better of me.”

“Our baby has such naughty fantasies,” Suguru said, not giving you a chance to respond “But she kept it all to herself like a bad little girl. Why didn’t you tell us?” he leaned down to nibble at your ear, loving the cute yelp you let out, “Did you think we’d judge you?”

“I- I don’t know…” you mumbled, face so red it felt like steam was coming out your ears, “It’s…embarrassing- ah!” Suguru moved downwards and kissed your neck, his teeth digging into the sensitive patch of your skin, making you cry out loud. Satoru pouted before he let go of your ass, only to swing his hand down and give your butt a sharp slap, making you yell loudly.

“We could have been fucking you like the dirty slut you are, but instead, we held ourselves back because we didn’t want to scare you off.” Satoru growled, his hand making its way to your hair, grabbing a handful before he pulled harshly. You gasped as your head was tossed back, your boyfriends face looking down on you as his grip on your hair continued to be tight and unforgiving.

“Every time we fuck you- we’ve wanted to go wild.” Suguru confessed, his large hand slipping into your shirt, making you shiver as he touched your bare skin, “So next time, just be honest and save us the trouble, hmm?”

“You’re going to make it up to us.” Satoru said, leaning down to kiss your lips, a quick peck before he pulled away, a dark look in his eyes, “Get ready. We’re making those fantasies come true.”

~~~~~

Your hands trembled, instinctively tugging at the handcuffs that held you tight against the headboard. The cool metal dug into your skin, showing no signs of letting up. Hands handcuffed above your bed, naked as the day you were born, you were at the mercy of your two men and they made sure of that.

Suguru giggled at your cute little yelp as he increased the speed of the vibrator, his grip of the wand tightening before he pressed it down harder on your clit. You screamed around Satoru’s cock, the man’s dick shoved down your throat, making you gag. He was practically straddling your head, knees on either side of your shoulders while Suguru sat between your spread legs, their eyes greedily taking in your nakedness.

“Yeah? You like that?” Satoru asked, looking down at you with a teasing grin on his face, sweat dripping down his brow. He was naked, veins throbbing in his arms as he gripped onto the headboard tightly, rolling his hips into your face, groaning at the sensation of you trying your best to take his fat dick. “You like that vibrator on your slutty little pussy, don’t you? Hmm? Like having my cock down your throat?” he asked, pausing his thrusting for a second to fully press his cock deep inside you, laughing as he felt you gag loudly around him.

“Oh, she loves it~” Suguru purred, dick aching in his boxers (wearing nothing but his underwear) as he ground the wand vibrator against you, mercilessly attacking your clit, “Her cunt is dripping~”

“Poor baby~ You must be so pent up since we’ve been making love to you like you were a princess. Guess we have to fuck you like a whore, hmm?” Satoru asked, biting his lower lip as he started thrusting into your mouth again. His muscles tensed, tossing his head back to moan as your sweet little tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, his heavy balls pressing against your chin every time he thrust.

“Stay. Still.” Suguru said with a click of his tongue as one arm gripped onto your knee tightly, the other still torturing you with the vibrator, “Keep moving your legs like that and I’ll punish you.”

You whined, your sounds taken by Satoru’s member, your body getting overstimulated. With a fat cock down your throat and Suguru playing with your pussy, you couldn’t help but start trembling, trying to push your legs together to give yourself a break from the onslaught on your cunt- but Suguru was having none of that.

He ignored your yelp as he pulled the vibrator away, taking away your pleasure so suddenly. But you barely had time to process that as he raised his hand and brought it down on your pussy, giving it a harsh, tight slap. You screamed from the pain, the vibrations of your mouth making Satoru moan as Suguru started spanking your pussy again and again. Slap after slap rained down on your cunt, the raven-haired man holding one leg tightly by the ankle while pushing away the other with his knee, truly keeping you spread as he spanked your pussy.

Your whole body writhed from the pain, the stinging sensation of Suguru marking your puffy pussy lips red. Your hands struggled against the handcuffs even more, your torso tossing and turning, Satoru giving you some mercy as he gently pulled his cock out of your mouth.

“Sorry! Fuck- I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” you pleaded through your gasps and coughs, and crying as Suguru slapped your cunt so hard it made you dizzy for a second, “Please- no more!”.

“No more what?”

“No more spankings- P-Please! Please don’t s-spank my p-pussy!” you begged, ears turning red from the embarrassment. You heard Satoru giggle above you, the man clearly more sadistic than you ever imagined as he tugged at his member, enjoying the scene of his best friend breaking you down perfectly. Even him touching himself right in front of you was torturous, your eyes homing in on the precum dripping out of his red tip, his cock covered in your saliva.

“I thought you liked it, baby.” Suguru said, taking some mercy on you as he gently rubbed your cunt, easing some of the burn, “Your characters get their pussy’s spanked so often. Don’t you feel bad for them if it hurts so much?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t know.” You sobbed, “It hurts- fuck- but it hurts so good!”

“Fuuuck Baby!” Satoru groaned, gripping the base of his cock tightly, his face red and excited, “Almost came from that~ I love seeing you look so pathetic for us.”

You whimpered, turning your face to feel Satoru’s warmth as he gently wiped a tear away from your eye. Suguru chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss to your cunt, your skin hot against his lips. Your back arched as he ran his tongue up your pussy, the man groaning as he tasted your slick, drinking you down like a drug.

“Oh~ I want a taste of that pussy too~” Satoru purred before he changed his position. Your eyes widened as he turned around, adjusting himself so his cock was once again over your face only now, he was facing your pussy in a classic 69. “Open up, princess.” He said, smirking as he pushed his cock into your mouth just as you opened your lips, “Suck my cock while we- oh yeah- play with this pussy~”

Satoru grabbed the back of your thighs, holding onto you tightly as he dipped his head between your legs, Suguru moving out of the way so his friend could mouth at your pussy. You squealed around his cock, the man already starting to thrust as he wrapped his lips around your clit before he sucked harshly. “Mmmph- fuck yes~” he moaned, lightly picking up the pace as he once again started fucking your throat, “This pussy is so fucking tasty~”

He opened his mouth wide and started flicking his tongue on your clit, letting out a lewd sound as he tortured your sensitive bud with his tongue. Not one to sit idly by, Suguru allowed his friend to tongue your cunt while he gently slid a finger inside you.

“Look at that. My finger went in so easily, baby.” Suguru said as he gently thrust the finger in and out of you, “This isn’t enough for you, is it?”

You whined around Satoru’s cock, unable to respond. But they understood. Suguru slid a second finger inside you, the slick sound of your cunt parting for him echoing through the air lewdly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he curled his fingers inside you just right, pussy gushing from the sensation. Satoru was still licking at your clit, giving your bud the occasional nibble to keep you on edge.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Suguru asked as he watched Satoru lick you up, his own fingers drenched, your juices dripping down, “Cock in your mouth as we play with your pussy like you’re our little toy~ Our sweet little fuck toy we can use?”

Your toes curled and your muscles tensed, opening your throat up as much as possible as Satoru mercilessly face fucked you, his balls slapping against you as he chased his pleasure. The metal of the handcuffs dug into your skin, your fingers clenching around nothing as you were driven closer and closer to your orgasm.

You were so close you could taste it, your mind descending into nothing but pleasure, the two men perfectly breaking you down into the slut they know you are. You fantasised about them as you wrote your fanfiction and for it to actually be coming true- you didn’t know how to handle it.

You were so close- so close! Your body tightened and your pussy clenched around Suguru’s fingers, the familiar sensation of an orgasm making itself known. You already knew this would be one of the strongest climaxes you’d experience and it almost scared you. But you were ready. You wanted this. You needed this. You needed them!

Your moans picked up the pace, getting louder and louder around Satoru’s cock, still obediently sucking him off as your body trembled. You were gonna cum! Cumming- cumming-

Only for them to stop.

You let out a scream as Satoru pulled his cock out of your mouth, both of them able to hear your shouts. You arched off the bed, your body trembling from the sudden absence of pleasure, your legs kicking at the mattress like a toddler as you writhed on the bed.

“Why? Why- I was so close- so close!” you sobbed, tugging at the handcuffs in a desperate attempt to touch yourself, only for it to be futile.

“Aww, poor princess.” Satoru cooed, kneeling over you still, his cock dripping your saliva back onto his face lewdly, “did you really think it would be that easy?”

“We’re going to edge you all night.” Suguru said, finally undoing his boxers before pushing it off, getting completely naked, “It’s your punishment for keeping your sluttiness a secret from us.”

You could barely muster up a protest as you were distracted by Suguru’s cock. His cock was just as beautiful as Satoru’s- long, thick and oh so delicious. He took your breath away everytime he got inside you, his skills rendering you a whining mess.

“If you try and cum without us knowing,” Suguru said, knowing your body like the back of your hand and well aware that you were close to your orgasm, “You’re going to be in a world of pain. Now come on. Beg for it.” He started teasingly slapping your pussy with his member, each strike making you twitch, “You know how to beg, right? Your characters beg so sweetly in your stories- I’m sure you can do it too~”

You gulped, mouth drooling and pussy trembling, their hard cocks right in front of you but refusing to get inside you. “P-Please.” You pleaded, feeling a rush of shame overcome you by uttering the word. “Do better than that.” Suguru said, his hand now on his member and lightly stroking it, showing you what you were missing out on. “I- Fuck- I need you! Both of you!” you said desperately. “Keep going~” Satoru purred, his tip just a hairs breath away from your lips, also close to orgasm, “what do you need?” “I need- fuck- I need your c-cocks!” you begged, tears in your eyes as you shamelessly conveyed your desires, “I need you inside me- I need you to fuck me!” “Good girl.” Suguru said, groaning as he finally- finally- started to push inside you, “And remember. No cumming.”

You tossed your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Suguru started spreading you apart, inch after inch burying into your sopping cunt. It was a delicious sensation, his cock stretching you out wonderfully, his thick cock giving you a nice burn. Suguru hissed as his dick was enveloped in your tight wetness, the texture of your pussy walls hugging it perfectly. His balls clenched and he knew he wouldn’t last long- the feeling of finally being able to treat you like the kinky slut you were driving him to the edge. They don’t call him a pleasure dom for nothing.

Without even saying anything, Satoru took advantage of your open mouth to jam his dick back inside your mouth, laughing at the surprised yelp and loud gag you let out. “I’m close baby~” he moaned as he was surrounded by your addicting heat again, “Make sure you drink it all when I cum down this slutty mouth pussy~”

They both started to fuck you mercilessly at once. And all you could do was lie there and take it. Suguru made you wrap your legs against his waist, leaning into you as he started pounding your cunt, balls slapping against you each time he thrust into you. Your pussy was so wet and hot- the sensation like a drug as he pounded you, his cock slamming against your cervix with each thrust.

“Fuck- I love this fucking pussy!” he groaned, tossing his head back as he mercilessly pounded you, chasing his pleasure, “So perfect for us- so greedy and desperate- want to fucking ruin you!”

“Mmm~ I can’t wait to fuck this slutty cunt~” Satoru said between moans, fucking down on your mouth as a hand came up to spread apart your pussy lips, giving him a perfect view of Suguru fucking your hole. “Pass me the vibrator, will you?”

You yelped, knowing exactly what he had planned as Satoru got a hold of the vibrator, switched it on before he placed it against your clit. You screamed around his cock, body thrashing at the overstimulation. The toy rubbed against your clit, the speed on the highest setting, making your vision blurry as he assaulted your sensitive bud.

“Fuck- oh yeah- that’s fucking great!” Suguru moaned, the vibration of the toy giving him added pleasure as well, “she tightened around me so much- fuck- slutty little pussy!”

You were in heaven and hell. The two men were using you in such a filthy fashion, making your body tremble from the intense pleasure. Suguru was fucking you so perfectly, his cock hitting your g-spot every time he thrust into you, your pleasure heightened by Satoru playing with your clit. He’d use the toy or sometimes even lean down to lick at your clit again, his hair brushing against Suguru’s abdomen every time he thrust forward. They were both so desperate and horny for you and it was amazing.

But, every time you were close, they’d stop.

You didn’t even need to say it- your moans and your body language was enough for them to know when you were about to cum and every time, without fail, they’d ruin your orgasm. Suguru would pull out and Satoru would stop playing with your clit, opting to slap your pussy and call it a ‘bad cunt’ as he took your climax away from you. Suguru once pinched your clit so harshly you swore you blacked out. Once they thought you weren’t going to cum, they’d get back into it.

“Oh baby!” Satoru moaned, finally reaching his climax. He forgoed the toy and instead focused on fucking your face, wanting to cum, “I’m close! Yes! Yes! Oh you naughty little minx! We’re going to have so much fucking fun with you!”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you got pounded from both ends- your jaw beyond sore. With a few more thrusts, Satoru finally came. He tossed his head back and moaned loudly, his cock lodged as deep as it could go inside you. He started to cum down your throat, giving you no choice but to drink it all up. You could feel his balls clench against you as he came, his hot seed pouring down your throat, warming you up from the inside.

“Ohhh yesss!” Satoru moaned, his body shuddering as he gently thrust his hips, milking his balls of every drop, “That’s it- oh yes~ That’s a good slut~”

You gagged around him, struggling to breathe and to drink down his cum, happy to have given him pleasure but distracted by Suguru still pounding into you. You were waiting for Satoru to get off of you and give your jaw some peace but…

He once again got his face close to your pussy, resting his elbows on the mattress and his chin on his hands as he stared like a pervert as Suguru fucking your cunt.

“Enjoying the show?” Suguru asked with a laugh, his body running a bit hotter at Satoru staring.

“Mmhmm,” Satoru said with a smile before he addressed you, “Keep cockwarming me, baby. Get me hard again so I can fuck this pussy next~”

Oh. Oh God.

“Fuck- I’m close!” Suguru groaned through gritted teeth, “And she’s close too- I can feel it!”

“Yeah?” Satoru asked, rolling his hips in a circle as he leisurely enjoyed your mouth like it was a fleshlight, “Should we let her cum? She’s been such a good girl for us.”

You whined around him, feeling like this entire night was you whining, trying your best to beg around Satoru’s cock in your mouth. You could feel him grow harder inside you, the sadist loving the fact that he made you so pathetic.

“Nah.” Suguru said, sweating as he pounded you mercilessly, “Not yet.”

“You hear that, baby?” Satoru asked, “You better not cum~”

You sobbed, tears pouring down your cheeks as they decided to continue torturing you.

“You gonna cum inside her?” Satoru asked his friend, knowing him well enough to know he was about to cum. “Fuck- I want to so fucking badly but- I don’t think she deserves it yet!”  “Awww, the poor thing. She has such a huge breeding kink too!” “I know. Fuck- I’d love to dump inside this cunt and breed her but- fuck- I still think she needs to learn her lesson! Naughty little sluts who keep things from their boyfriends gets fucking punished! Oh fuck- yes- cumming- I’m cumming!”

With a shout, once again denying you your orgasm, Suguru quickly pulled out of you with the intention of finishing on you. “Fuck- Satoru!” Suguru moaned as the white haired man suddenly grabbed his member and started jerking him off. Satoru laughed at Suguru’s moans, his hand almost a blur as he jacked off his best friend, aiming the tip right at your pussy. In a matter of seconds, Suguru let out a loud moan as he came, tossing his head back as the pleasure hit him like a truck. He trembled as ropes and ropes of cum shot out of his cock, his balls clenching with each pump as he came all over your pussy. He stained your cunt white, making you whine as all of that cum wasn’t pumped inside you.

“Oh~ Look at all that cum on this pretty pussy~” Satoru moaned, letting go of Suguru to instead pet at your pussy, his fingers rubbing the cum into your skin before he collected a bit of it on his fingers to shove inside you. You gasped, body still on edge, your mind a mess of pleasure and humiliation as Satoru stuffed his friends cum into your pussy. He took some mercy on you and pulled his cock out of your mouth, enjoying your gasps and moans as you took in deep breaths, choking on your own spit as he got off of you.

“Please!” you begged, crying and you voice hoarse, “Please- Please let me cum! I need it! I’ll do anything!”

“Shhhh, relax, princess.” Suguru cooed as he and Satoru switched places, the white haired man settling between your legs with his cock hard once more, eager to fuck your cunt. You whimpered and cried as Suguru lied down next to you, his dick still hard and ready for more as he leaned down to kiss you, a sweet moment among all the depravity.

His hand gripped a breast, squeezing your boob as he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth and making your body tingle from the sensation. He finally parted just as Satoru slipped his dick inside you, smiling as he watched your eyes water and your jaw drop from the sensation.

“Don’t start crying already, baby.” Suguru said, watching as your body started to bounce up and down from Satoru’s thrusts, Satoru immediately fucking you in a fast pace, “We’ve only just begun~”

[misahyochaeng]

“LUST.”

Dom!Chaeyoung x Sub!Reader 🔞

tw: dom!chaeyoung, sub!reader, fwb, play flirting, praise, degradation, dry humping, fingering, pussy eating, chaeng is a munch…, overstimulation, fluff at the start, chaeng receives at one point, cum tasting, cannabis mention (it’s literally for one second idk why i’m giving a tw) NOT PROOFREAD!! :3

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“How long till you get here”

Chaeyoungs voice croaked rather impatiently through your phone speaker, one of your hands on the steering wheel while the other hand held your cellphone steady.

“I’ll be there in five, be patient, hun.” You stated as you took the curve, the fingers on the steering wheel tapping in a short rhythm as you drove around the block.

—

You got to her apartment, knocking on her door, she was quick to answer.

“Hey,” she replied a bit shyly as she pulled you in for an embrace, arms snaking around your waist to slightly pinch and caress the skin.

Chaeyoung nuzzles into the crook of your neck, letting out a sigh as if all her worries were gone just by your mere warmth. “I missed you, Y/N.”

“I missed you too, Chaeng” You let out a soft smile, Chaeyoung nodded. “Come,”

She pulled you into her apartment by your wrist, taking you to her room, it was cozy, multiple lamps setting the ambience while snacks and stuffed animals laid out in arrange, the scent of a musky vanilla perfume evident in the air to cover up the harsh smell of cannabis in her room. You grew used to it—it reminded you of her.

You crashed onto the pile of stuffed animals on her bed, the snack bags crickling as you moved the bed, you missed this, you missed being with her.

Chaeyoung giggled at the sight of you face planted on all her plushies, some of them gifts you gave her. “Cute.” She scooted over next to your planked body, rubbing your back before pinching your sides in a teasing manner.

She turned on the TV as you stood up, you sat close to her, enjoying the body heat she admitted, maybe you were cold, our maybe you just wanted an excuse to touch her; you laid your head on her shoulder as she scrolled through the movie genres, a bit indecisive on what to choose.

After a rather long—and annoying— banter, you both settled on watching Mean Girls, it was old, but you both liked it enough to sit through the entire thing.

As the movie went on, you mostly talked, you hadn’t seen eachother for a while and even though the movie was interesting, you both could never shut up, so you guys went on and on about all the new things in eachothers life.

“There’s hasn’t been any thing interesting going on with me,” Chaeyoung mumbled as she spoke to you, a snickers bar in her mouth. “I really wanted to participate in this exhibition we had at my college though, but i was low on funds so they put me to babysit my cousins for a week.” A little downwards smile toyed at her lips.

“Really? How did that go? You always told me you were bad with kids.” You teased, pinching her arm that was touching you as you sat shoulder to shoulder, using that as a chance to sneak inbetween and lock arms with her. “Pshh, easy as hell, dude, I even had them asleep by 8pm sharp”

You fake gasped, your voice laced with sarcasm, “Oh woww, responsible lady, how attractive.” You put your hand on your cheek, faking a blush. “Now i’m wishing you were the mother to my children.”

“Oh, baby, i could be” Chaeyoung leaned close to your ear, her voice a bit husky as she teased back, her warm breath against your ear causing your body to flush ever so slightly. “Yeah? I mean if we try hard enough, it’s not impossible.” you joked, she slapped your thigh as she let out a giggle “Dumbass, bro, dumbass.”

As you both finally caught up, you sat in silence watching the movie, your body practically smushed against Chaeyoung as she had her hand on your thigh, you got to your favorite scene in the movie — the one where Regina gets hit by the bus, you both had a little inside joke were somehow you perfectly timed your joke with the crash and i’d somehow made the scene ten times funnier.— Chaeyoung smiled rather enthusiastically before turning to you. “This scene is always so interesting, considering the like ‘situation’ we had.” She smirked.

You nodded, “Yeah, but you wanna know what’s more interesting?” Chaeyoung tilted her head in question. “Your beautiful face, sweetheart, i could stare at it for hours.” you blew a kiss at her and she snorted, though you noticed a pink hue on her cheeks, cute.

“Oh shush, baby, we all know you’re the pretty one here.” She pinched your cheek before running her thumb over your bottom lip, her gaze staying on it for a little longer than usual. A shiver ran down your spine.

“Shut up..” Your cheeks grew evidently red, Chaeyoung had a large grin or her face knowing she was pushing your buttons. “Ohh? Is someone blushing i see? Cutieee” You smacked her hand out of your face as you pouted. “Brooo, fuck off.” You rolled your eyes as she chuckled, landing a soft peck on your cheek. “Is that better? Do you forgive me now?”

You hummed for a second, “Maybe i need another one, maybeee a little more convincing, yknow those lips are so pretty i can’t help myself.” You teased again as you puckered your lips towards her, a loud laugh coming from the both of you. “You find my lips pretty?” She pointed at them with a smile.

You got closer as you nodded, “Yeah, but they’d be prettier if i felt them against mine, kissing you.”

There was a silence; the movie stopped playing.

Chaeyoung gulped before looking into your eyes with a completely different look than before “Do you want to?”

The silent and tense atmosphere in the room was thick.

You sighed out of nervousness. “Maybe.” You played it off, trying to not make it obvious that your heart might just be beating out of your chest.

You both sat there, waiting for someone to make a woke, that was when she pulled you onto her lap, hand on your cheek as she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours, a small hum in pleasure leaving her lips. You kissed back, hands roaming her shoulders and neck as your kisses speeded up little by little, the need growing more and more. “You taste so good” Chaeyoung mumbled against you as she ran her hand up and down your back and sides, going up your shirt.

You grinded on her lazily, she bit your bottom lip as you rubbed yourself on her lap, the heat in your pussy growing further. “Fuck—Chaeng.” You whined. “Yeah pretty girl, you like this?” Her breath hitched, the sight infront of her could simply make her cum untouched; she bit her lip out of lust as she pressed you down harder, letting you dry hump on her lap.

She guided your pace with her hands by your hips, her lips curled into a smirk as she looked at all the pretty faces you made, pressing you down a little harder whenever she wanted a certain noise to be louder, you grew impatient, needing more than just clothed friction. “Baby, please” You whined and you moved your hips endlessly, the sound of clothes shifting and the bed creaking echoed through the loft. “What do you need?” Chaeyoung replied breathlessly before latching onto your neck with a small whine, her spit coating your skin as she left dark purple bruises from the corner of your neck down to your collarbone. “Tell me.”

You bucked your hips, a gasp escaping your mouth as she shifted you, pressing you down on her thigh “Fuck—touch me, baby, please.” She giggled quietly, her hand trailed down your body, stopping right at your center. “Here, love?” Her middle and ring finger ran up and down your slight in figure-eights, the pace of her fingers was painfully slow—too slow, you needed more. “Please, inside..”

“You’re so cute.” She slid off your shirt and pants, leaving you in your bare underwear before she practically ripped those off too, she grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look at her as she slowly began inserting her fingers inside your wet cunt.

Your mouth opened in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed as your grip on her grew tighter, a shaky whine leaving your lips, you closed your eyes. “Oh you poor thing, you’re so wet.” Chaeyoung faked pity, a small pout as she saw the state you were in, “Only for you, baby.” you said inbetween moans, your humping matching the pace of her fingers inside you, earning more stimulation. “Good girl.”

You let out a loud moan at the sudden praise, muffling your noises in the crook of her neck. Your walls clenched around the length of her fingers, she was knuckle deep inside you and your pussy slick dripped down to her front of her hand, palm rubbing against your clit.

“You close, baby? such a good fucking girl for me, right?” She ran her fingers through your hair as she kept the pace she was at, curling her fingers to hit even deeper than she already was before. You nodded, pussy swallowing her fingers whole as you moved your hips at the new pace she set, “Cum for me.” Chaeyoung said inbetween gritted teeth, her thrusts more aggressive than before, your back arching as you threw your head back, losing the shame and moaning loudly.

You went limp on her body as she pulled you up, “Come here.” she grabbed you by the neck, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, aggressive breaths and guttural moans leaving her mouth as you exchange saliva, teeth clashing before she nipped at your bottom lip. Her hands traced down again, rubbing lazy circles on your clit, you moaned into her mouth.

With a swift motion, she layed on you on your back, body crashing into the load on pillows and plushies behind you, she crawled on top, kisses going from your lips, to your cheeks, to your jaw, and finally latching onto your neck. A loud whimper escaped your lips as she pressed her lips to the curve where your jaw met your neck, a shiver running down your spine as your breath hitched “There, right there, baby—fuck.” She bit down and sucked “There?” you tilted your head to give her more access “Mhm—shit, don’t fucking stop!”

She pulled off, a whine in protest leaving your lips, she began kissing down your body, from your neck to your collarbone, paying attention to your tits for a couple minutes before going to your waistband, stopping right below your pussy. “Can i?” Your legs were now rest on her shoulders, her beady eyes—so cute yet so filled with need and lust— looking up at you. “Please,” your voice cracked ever so slightly. She giggled.

She licked your slit at a speed that left you impatient, her eyes rolled back at the taste of your cunt, she hummed. You whined as you pushed her head into your center, she hissed, “Greedy, bitch” she spit on your pussy, two times to be exact, her warm spit dripped down your pussy, mixing with your slit. She dipped back in.

You ran her fingers through her jet black hair as your hips moved against her tongue, clit brushing her nose as she slurped and licked, vile noises leaving her lips. “Taste so fucking good, baby” you screamed her nap, she spit on your pussy again. Her tongue went from your clit, down to your slit, tongue going into your pussy to go back to pay attention to your clit again.

She slapped your thigh as inched you closer, using her nose at the same time, she ate you out as if you were her last meal, groans leaving her mouth at every taste of you, you were addicting and she couldn’t get enough.

She slapped your thigh, you yelped as she fucked you endlessly, “Baby, please don’t stop.” your eyebrows furrowed as you locked eyes with her, the sight making your pussy clench and grow even wetter, your slick dripping down her chin, coating her face. “You’re such a good girl, baby. My good girl, right?” she stuck her tongue on and licked you up, her heavy breaths making the scene even lewder “Your good girl, baby, only yours.” She spit again, your back arched and you jolted, throwing your head back, “Please!”

“Yeah? please what, slut.” she spit again, lapping you up aggressively before she landed a harsh slap on your pussy. “Cum—cum! Let me cum please!” you moaned with a guttural groan, voice cracking as it became hoarse, begging like your life depended on it, you needed release.

“Cum for me, whore.” she went deeper and rougher than before, your vision blurred as your eyes watered, coming undone for her, your body jolted; her tongue lapping up over and over as she tasted your sweet and tangy come, eyes rolling back and a heavy groan in pleasure leaving her mouth once she got to taste it.

“Gosh.”

She didn’t let you catch your breath, she dipped back in, sucking even harder than before, the tip of her nose practically in your pussy, nose bridge going up and down on your clit, she breathed heavily as she pulled you close. “Baby, i can’t- too much.” your legs—that were wrapped around her nape— began shaking uncontrollably, hands going to grip her black colored bedsheets “Yeah? too much, baby? Take it. Take it like the good fucking girl you are.” She stuck her tongue in deeper, tasting your juices as you finally came again.

And she dipped in again..

And again…

And again….

She pulled apart from your swollen cunt, a string of spit and slick attached from her lip to your pussy, her lips were a glistening in pussy; tinted from the amount of sucking she was doing.

She locked eyes with you, a kind of look that had need, a physical need, she wanted every single last bit of you, yet you were all worn out. You sat up, pouting your lips for a kiss, which was happily reciprocated.

She giggled against your lips, her hands slowly caressing your sides as you discreetly began laying her down on her back, your body resting on top of her now.

You kissed down her body, lifting her shirt up and kissing her abdomen, the muscles flexing at every sloppy kiss you left on her abs. “Good girl, baby.” Chaeyoung replied, her voice croaking with a husky tone. You kissed the waistband of her boxers, which had a soaking wet patch right in her center, her pussy aroused just by your moans. You kissed her through the fabric before taking the boxers off with your teeth.

“Eat it, baby, eat my pussy like the good girl you are.” she said with despair before you dipped in, lazily lapping her up, eyes closed as you played with the flesh on her thigh, her voice high pitched as she moaned and praised you non stop. Her moans were a symphony to you, your jaw sore as you lapped her up fast, “Needy fucking bitch.” she moaned as she humped your face, pushing your face towards her pussy, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

You stuck your fingers inside her pussy as you ate her out, humming in delight as you fucked her nonstop, she pulled your hair as she arched her back, cunt clenching on your fingers. “Close, baby, gonna cum on your tongue, whore. Take my fucking cum, bitch”

With a scream she came undone on your tongue, pulling you up to kiss you and taste herself on your lips.

“Gosh i can’t get enough of you.”

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

I remember reading someone say that they hope Seviathan ISN’T a jerk and if/when he comes to the hotel, he actually wants to help Charlie in her mission of redemption…then ends up with a crush on Vaggie, lol.

Mate, how funny would that be? 😂😂😂 You’re here to genuinely help your ex, then end up falling for her girlfriend. While it isn’t socially acceptable or appropriate, I think it’s cute. I guess Vags has that sort of affect on people.

oh man, if we go the absolute CHAD route for Sevi WHILE imagining him getting a crush on Vaggie... like, dude meets scary lady, doesn't notice how scary his EX gets over him staring at HER girlfriend, and maybe it's time for Sev to have some personal epiphanies?

Seviathan: "Knock knock? Yo Charles-a-lot! This really your hotel?"

Angel Dust: "Oh heyyy, look what the undead boy band dragged in..."

Husk: (snorts)

Charlie: "Sev? SEV! Holy shit what are you doing here!?"

Angel Dust: "Wait a sec, Sev? As in-"

Husk: "Oh shit."

Angel Dust: "Ex boyfriend on the hotel premises oh this is gonna get INTERESTIN'. Bet on how quick he gets maimed?"

Husk: "Fuck no. She'd kill us too."

Angel Dust: "Sigh... S'pose so. Spoil sport spear bitch..."

Seviathan: "I heard about your thing! Figured you could use a hand with the whole... uh... Sinner pet project obsession."

Charlie: "But Isn't there a game on right now-"

Seviathan: "Nah, everything's blocked out by replays of your little slap fight with heaven. Which I totally could've helped with too, if you'd given me a heads up first."

Charlie: "I did call? I said goodbye in case I died and-"

Seviathan: "Didn't hear it. You know I don't check voice mail. Everyone's always blowing up my inbox trying to to hit me up."

Angel Dust: "Oh my fucking gay."

Husk: "Would you hit that?"

Angel Dust: "If I did ya'd have to shoot me afterwards."

Seviathan: "Anyway, that's how I found out you'd actually went ahead and tried this thing out for real! And made a real mess of it. You totally cut off the final quarter of the best game of the year with all that live coverage."

Charlie: "Sorry, sorry- we REALLY didn't have say in the timing on that-"

Husk: "No shit."

Seviathan: "Eh. The team's played like shit anyway ever since I left."

Charlie: "Didn't you get kicked off for hogging the ball-"

Angel Dust: "Shocker."

Husk: "Never would have fucking guessed."

Seviathan: "Not dropping the ball isn't the same as hogging it and I never drop the ball on anything. You sure have though!"

Charlie: "I have? Where? Or er with what??"

Seviathan: "This hotel lobby for a start. Where's the billiards table!"

Charlie: "Ohhh. We don't have one."

Seviathan: "Why the hell not???"

Charlie: "No one's asked?"

Seviathan: "Well what the fuck does everyone here DO all day long? You've got actual people staying here, right? You're not still playing pretend hostess to stuffed animals and stuff?"

Angel Dust: "I kinda hope Vaggisaurus kills him."

Husk: "Don't get your hopes up. You know she's whipped and Charlie's a fucking sweetheart."

Angel Dust: "A bestie can dream..."

Charlie: "No I am NOT playing pretend hostess, thanks for mentioning it by the way, in public, in front of my friends- and yes we DO have guests at the hotel! Some of them here of their own free will even!"

Husk: "Not it."

Angel Dust: "Bullshit."

Charlie: "They have lots of fun activity time too! Even when we're not doing talk circles!"

Seviathan: "Uh huh."

Charlie: "Yes! Mostly we all like watching TV- well almost all of us- or listening to the radio to pass the time, or hanging out chatting, or reading-"

Seviathan: "So they're pussies."

Husk: "Hey."

Angel Dust: "Down, pussycat~"

Husk: (HISS)

Charlie: "They are NOT-"

Angel Dust: "Speakin' of pussy...."

Seviathan: "Yeah we're talking about you, what about it? Anyway."

Seviathan: (puts hand on charlie's arm)

Angel Dust: "Here it comes-"

Seviathan: "I've been thinking about us lately, and-" (spear thuds next to his head) "-SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT?!?!"

Husk: "Damn. She missed."

Angel Dust: "Just an openin' shot, Mr. Whiskers." (rubs all four hands together) "Oh this is gonna be goooood~"

Charlie: "Vaggie!" (BEAMING) "I thought we talked about this?"

Vaggie: (swoops down) "He's not a gust yet, babe, so I can greet him spear first if I want to."

Charlie: "Sev's my ex boyfriend though!"

Vaggie: "I know."

Vaggie: (yanks spear out of wall and holds it under his throat) "What the fuck are you doing here."

Seviathan: "I, uhh- is, is that angelic steel..?"

Charlie: (laughing) "Vaggieeee. You're scaring him~"

Angel Dust: "An' turnin' her on."

Husk: (elbows him)

Vaggie: "We said hotel security would be my thing until the threat of random asshole angel attacks went down, remember hun? This is my day job."

Charlie: "I never said I was complaining! Juuuust commentating!"

Vaggie: "Alright then."

Vaggie: (backs Seviathan against wall with her spear)

Vaggie: "Talk. Now."

Seviathan: (swallows hard) "I'm swinging by to help Charlie with the hotel thing-"

Vaggie: "Why."

Seviathan: "She used to be my girl, a guy's got a responsibility-"

Vaggie: "Did she ask you to."

Seviathan: "No? She, she doesn't have to-"

Vaggie: "Did you ask her if you could help."

Seviathan: "It's no trouble, I don't mind a little extra work-"

Vaggie: "Are you here to ask for a room in our hotel."

Seviathan: "In this place? Fuck no, you should see the digs I have, I've got a-"

Vaggie: "So you're trespassing."

Angel Dust: "Ohhh!"

Seviathan: "I'm wha-"

Husk: "Fucking screwed."

Vaggie: "You came here just to swan all over her hard work and stroke your own ego, is what I'm hearing."

Seviathan: "Hey girl, I'm here to he-ULP-!"

Vaggie: "Shut up." (over shoulder) "Charlie?"

Charlie: "Mm....wellllll... Since he's already here, as long he really does help, I'm fine with it. He's harmless. He'd just... um..."

Husk: "A fuckhead."

Angel Dust: "Don't take my fav word in vain, baby."

Charlie: "He's my ex for a reason."

Husk: "Fuck you."

Angel Dust: "Much better."

Vaggie: "He's your ex for an annoying reason, or for being an actual jerk who's earned getting kicked out on his ass for once in his life kinda reason, sweetie?"

Nifty: (popping up from floorboards) "Is he a BAAAAD BOYYYY~?"

Seviathan: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAt-"

Vaggie: "What part of shut up there's a spear at your throat don't you get."

Seviathan: (jaw clicks shut)

Charlie: "Nope! He's not a boy boy! Just annoying! Mostly."

Nifty: "DAMN IT."

Angel Dust: "How's the huntin' goin' today, Nif?"

Nifty: (pouts) "The last baby bug got away... I hadn't even finished ripping it's little legs off while the mother bug watched it squirm..." (slinks back under floor)

Everyone else: "....."

Charlie: "... so! (claps hands)

Charlie: "Sev, if you really wanna help out that's fine, we're still finishing up the last touches on the new hotel if you feel like doing a little paint work and furniture moving!"

Seviathan: "....."

Charlie: "Sev?"

Seviathan: "..."

Angel Dust: "Think we broke him."

Husk: "I think it's the fucking spear pressed up against his fucking windpipe."

Charlie: "Oh! Whoops. Vaggie, please?"

Vaggie: ".... fiiiine."

Vaggie: (steps back) (wipes spear on nearby curtains) "Answer her."

Seviathan: (staring) "What's your name?"

Vaggie: "Hotel manager. Answer her."

Seviathan: "Charlie-" (still staring at vaggie) "-I would LOVE to help set up your pet sinner terrarium thing!"

Vaggie: "Our WHAT."

Husk & Angel Dust: "Hey!"

Charlie: "It's a hotel, Sev."

Seviathan: "Uh huh yeah sure, that thing!"

Vaggie: (lifts spear)

Charlie: (gently pushes gf spear back down) "Oh I'm going to regret this... ok. Let's, get you some gloves and stuff."

Seviathan: "Alright!" (holds hand up to vaggie) "Give me some skin!"

Vaggie: "...." (lifts spear again)

Charlie: "Excuse us Sev just ONE moment!"

Charlie: (pulls gf safe distance away)

Charlie: "Vaggie..? You okay?"

Vaggie: "Fine."

Charlie: "You're eye's, um. Twitching." (tenderly brushes fringe away from gf's eye) "Are you okay with this? He doesn't have to stay."

Vaggie: "No. It's fine." (sighs) "I want to be okay with it."

Charlie: "It's okay if you're not!"

Vaggie: "I will be, sweetie. Just give me a minute." (leans up for kiss) "But. I need to go do a Niffty and stab something. Really hard. Right now. And if I stay here one minute more, it's gonna be him."

Charlie: "Okay." (giggles) "Have fun stabbing things that aren't my ex?"

Vaggie: "I'll try to."

Seviathan: "Oh hey I'm awesome at stabbing! And the thrusting!"

Angel Dust: "PLEASE stick around, toots."

Husk: (mumbling) "Please fucking stick him."

Seviathan: "Long hard things are totally my thing, I could give you a few pointers on handling them no problem!"

Vaggie: "No."

Seviathan: "Oh come on, how about a hands on demonstration-"

Vaggie: (at charlie) "Keep him away from the kitchen knifes. He looks like he'd stab himself showing off and make a mess."

Charlie: "Heheh~ I'll try to."

Vaggie: "Good luck with that babe." (smooches her) (flies off to go stab)

Seviathan: "...."

Seviathan: "She single?"

Charlie: "She- NO? She is not??"

Angel Dust: (whisper hissing) "Is he blind? Didn't they just kiss???"

Seviathan: "We'll she's gonna be single soon, but not for long."

Husk: "He's dead."

Demon Charlie: "Her girlfriend is ME, Seviathan."

Seviathan: "Girlfriend? So she's-"

Demon Charlie: "VERY VERY GAY and TAKEN, YES."

Seviathan: "Wait, with you? Seriously??"

Demon Charlie: "Yes. Me. For s e v e r a l. Happy. Years."

Husk: (lifts bottle) "Cheers motherfuckers."

Seviathan: "Ohhh, so all that making out with you she did, it wasn't just her flirting with m-"

Angel Dust: "Holy. Fuck."

Demon Charlie: "SHE WASN't FLIRTING WITH YOU! SHE LOVES ME- SHE WANTS TO KILL YOU!!!"

Seviathan: "I'd let her, to be honest. She's hot."

Husk: "Let her?"

Angel Dust: "Dude."

Husk: "The fuck does he mean, let her? He wouldn't have a fucking choice-"

Demon Charlie: "On second thought maybe you SHOULD'NT help out with the hotel, actually!"

Demon Charlie: (grabbing him by scruff of the neck and marching towards door) "It was VERY nice of you to drop by, PLEASE go have a good rest of your life, you'll probably have a LONGER one if you live it away from here!"

Seviathan: "Aww Charlie, getting nervous over having competition?"

Husk: (spits out drink)

Demon Charlie: "You are SOOOOOO not competition! You might end up being another hotel fatality though!"

Angel Dust: "Bet on which of 'em kills him first?"

Husk: "Shut up I'm trying to listen."

Seviathan: "I just think a woman like that should have her pick from the best hell can offer!"

Demon Charlie: "I'm the princess of hell???"

Seviathan: "Sure, but you hardly ever act like it."

Demon Charlie: "I...! She, she doesn't mind me being like me. She-"

Seviathan: "What, a commanding woman like that is fine with a spineless partner? No offence. But come on."

Angel Dust: "Alright, now I'm gonna kill him."

Husk: "Let her do it herself."

Angel Dust: "Hmph!"

Seviathan: "She's never asked you to try being more of an actual princess sometimes?"

Demon Charlie: "No, she... Not like, not like that..."

Seviathan: "Not like that, huh?"

Demon Charlie: "No." (yanks open door) "And our relationship has NOTHING to do with you."

Seviathan: (grabbing doorframe) "But you know it could."

Demon Charlie: "NO IT WON'T. COULDN'T! WILL NOT, EVER!!!!"

Seviathan: "So why're you throwing me out of your silly hotel thing, then?"

Demon Charlie: "....."

Seviathan: "Scaaaared...?"

Demon Charlie: (drops him) (shuts door) "I trust her."

Seviathan: "Said like no one who ever got dumped so their girl could be with me."

Demon Charlie: "I trust her not to ACTUALLY kill you, I mean."

Seviathan: "Fuck I hope she tries... Maybe I'll let her pin me again."

Husk: (SNORTS) "'Let her'..."

Angel Dust: "He's gonna earn a fucking Darwin award at this rate."

Seviathan: (dusting ash off himself) "Kinda impressed you got all demon-ed so fast for this though. That's new!"

Charlie: "I've told you, it only happens when I'm PISSED. OFF."

Angel Dust: "YEAH DOLLFACE GET HIS ASS!"

Seviathan: "I know but like, it used to take a lot to get you all riled up. I hardly ever got to see you like this in bed even. Maybe if it'd been easier we'd still be a thing?"

Charlie: "You know I realllly really doubt it since I dumped YOU."

Husk: "HA!"

Angel Dust: "WOOOOO! BURRRRRN!"

Charlie: "And I dumped you partly BECAUSE you kept trying to 'rile me up' so you could try having sexy scary demon sex with me!"

Angel Dust: "OHHHHH!!!!"

Charlie: "Not that you ever even DID!"

Husk: "Fuck yes."

Charlie: "Because I always had waaaaay more fun sleeping on the COUCH!"

Husk & Angel Dust: (high five)

Seviathan: "...."

Seviathan: "So that's a no to having a threesome with us once I'm dating your soon to be ex girlfriend, huh?"

Demon Charlie: "SEV-"

Charlie: (deep breath)

Charlie: "... why do you even think you like her, Seviathan? You don't know her. She doesn't like you. You don't even know her name."

Seviathan: "She's hot."

Charlie: "Can We Try To Be More Specific, Please."

Seviathan: "I don't know? It was cute how she tried bullying me against a wall like that. All snapping orders like she was some kinda drill sergeant, or like a hot coach lady, treating me like some kinda bug crawling by her shoe- Who doesn't think that's hot?"

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: "Ohhhh."

Angel Dust: "Oh FUCK!"

Husk: (laughing) "The motherfucking alpha man-"

Angel Dust: "He's a fucking sub!!!!"

Seviathan: "What, like the sandwich? Shit. Are my pants fitting too tight again-"

Charlie: "Angel Dust."

Angel Dust: "Yesssss oh fearless leader...?

Charlie: (covers eyes) (turns) (escapes)

Charlie: "He's all yours."

Seviathan: "Whoa wait, where're you going-"

Charlie: "I'm gonna go surprise MY longtime girlfriend with kisses!"

Seviathan: "Hold on don't leave me with these two! Charlie!?"

Charlie: (already gone)

Seviathan: "For fuck's sake then I'm outta here too! I didn't come here to hang out with lame guys-"

Angel Dust: "Oh my little baby boy."

Angel Dust: (grins) (leans in) ".....how's the idea of a woman standin' over you with a whip make ya feel?"

Seviathan: "Good?"

Angel Dust: "Mm-hmm. An' if ya was wearing a collar?"

Seviathan: "..." (takes off hat) (holds it over crotch)

Husk: "Great. Another horrible memory to drown away with booze." (swigs)

Angel Dust: (draping arm around seviathan) "C'mon, let's find ya a dom who WON'T for real rail you with her spear~"

Seviathan: "Oh whoa."

Husk: "Oh fucking save me booze..." (down in one)

Niffty: (sobbing under floorboards)

Husk: "What the fuck? What's wrong with you?"

Niffty: "Th-the bad boys..." (sniffling) "... why are so many of them turning out LAME? Even the king of HELL asked me if I was OKAY when he stepped out his door in his ducky slippers and found me lying in front of it like a rug! WHAT IS WRONG WITH BAD MEN THESE DAYS!?"

Husk: "...."

Husk: "Here."

Husk: (hands down drink)

Niffty: (hands popping out to grabby grabby) "IT'S SO SAAAAAD HUSK!" (snatches) (gulps) (gulps) (faint thump and snoring)

Husk: "I can't fucking believe I risked my fucking life for this place."

Husk: (smiles anyway)

[apomaro-mellow]

"Okay, be straight with me."

Steve leveled a look and Eddie almost swooned but he kept it together. This was serious.

"Right, okay, be bisexual with me."

"Eddie, we're in public", Steve said, mock-scandalized.

"I'm starting to regret becoming a level 5 friend of yours Harrington." Dustin had said Steve could get silly and goofy. Of course Eddie didn't believe it. Not until he had seen it. Not until he had seen that secret handshake of theirs and seen him pump his fist in victory when he beat Erica at rock, paper, scissors, and when he'd seen him-

"Did you have something to say, or...?"

"Yeah! Okay, so, what I wanted to ask waaaas, did you ever, you know, look at any guys?" Eddie cleared his throat and continued when Steve looked at him blankly. "Sinfully?"

The location for this conversation could either be really good or really bad. In the McDonald's parking lot on a late afternoon. Steve just got off from a relatively short shift and wanted lunch. Eddie was wasting time until Hellfire that night. Of course they were eating in Eddie's van. Not a single crumb graced Steve's car.

"I mean, I guess I did", Steve shrugged. "Before I really understood what I was feeling. Honestly it felt like I just hated guys for no reason."

Eddie nodded in understanding. Before realizing what all those slurs meant, he definitely felt like some dudes were attractive in a way just to spite him. Then he came to realize he didn't want to punch them, but to do...well other things with his hands.

"Soooo, you ever have a crush?"

Steve let out a bark of laughter so loud it startled Eddie.

"What are you serious?"

"I-yes? What? Is it so ridiculous?"

"Eddie I-", Steve cut himself off and looked him in the eyes. "You asked me that question and you really don't know?"

"Is it a sensitive topic?" Eddie went on ahead and stuffed a handful of fries in his mouth before he stuck his foot in it.

"No, it's just, you of all people asking me that." Steve put a hand to his mouth and looked out the window and Eddie felt like he was missing something.

"So was there ever anyone?"

Steve turned back towards him. "Was...and is."

"Well shit, don't leave me hangin'."

"Are we doing girl talk or something now?", Steve grinned.

"I know for a fact you and Bucks talk about the girls she likes. Why can't you talk to a fellow queer about boys?"

"I've talked to Argyle and Jonathan about it", Steve shrugged.

Now that got Eddie raring. Jonathan he could understand. But he just met Argyle!

"Okay, you gotta tell me. It can be either the 'was' or the 'is' but I need to know who caught the eye of the Hair."

Steve laughed again, this time bending over. "Eye of the Hair sounds like one of your dungeon things."

"Don't try and distract me with DnD, Steve. Spill."

"Okay, okay. Let's talk about this is."

Eddie was torn. On the one hand, he really did want to know who Steve was crushing on. On the other hand, if he knew the dude what was stopping him from going over to his house and busting his nose?

"So, he's our age. Went to Hawkins High-"

"Wow that really narrows it down."

"He and I were in different cliques. Didn't hang out a lot until he started hangin around my kids."

Eddie let out a snort. "You do remember you didn't actually birth a gaggle of children, right?"

"You wanna hear this or not?"

"Continue."

"Anyway, he's a nerd. Like a huuuge nerd. Like sometimes I can't even believe I like him, but then he...I mean I....it's not like I like him despite his nerdiness. I like that part of him too now."

Eddie began listing the choices. Someone from school, who hung out with the kids? Recent? That could be someone from Hellfire. Kind of think of it, Steve and Jeff have been talking a lot more recently. It was just here or there when Steve was dropping off or picking up kids from meetings but still...

"Can I get a description?"

"What are you? The cops?"

"How dare you!"

"He's got dark hair and dark eyes", Steve conceded with a roll of his eyes.

Fuck it could be Jeff. Okay, okay, he could be supportive. Jeff was a good guy. A great guy. And Jeff would be a lucky son of a bitch to get Steve.

"Son of a bitch", he murmured.

"Hm?"

"Son of a witch, nerd thing", Eddie waved off. "I think you should be able to trust me with his name. I could even maybe hook you two up if I just so happen to know him~"

"You'd hook me up with some guy?", Steve asked.

"I know right, I'm so generous." And maybe if Jeff blew his chance with Steve, he could be there to pick up the pieces. No! Bad Munson! Bad thoughts. Jeff would never hurt Steve and he shouldn't hope for it. But what if it wasn't Jeff?

What if it was some other geek he didn't know? The freshies were into science too. What if it was that chemistry dork Howard?

"Actually, I think I really do need to know who this guy is. Need to be sure he's good enough for you."

Steve smiled in a way that rivaled the sun and Eddie truly felt like a knight in shining armor. He'd protect his princess from any undeserving mouthbreather.

"I think he's more than worthy. And I hope you would agree", Steve said.

"I'll know for sure once I see him." Eddie crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, already formulating ideas to make this dude wet his pants. "So tell me more about him."

"Okay, we knew of each other for a while, but the first time we officially talked, he attacked me."

"Red flag. No go."

"In his defense, he was on the run from the law", Steve added quickly.

"A criminal? Second red flag."

"Allegedly. And that's big talk comin' from a drug dealer."

"Who you partake with", Eddie reminded him.

"I do. But it's a little less than legal what you do. As is several things both of us have done. I don't think either of us has a high horse to look down on."

Eddie hemmed and hawed before letting out a sigh. "Alright, we'll call that a yellow flag for now. What else?"

"He's just...so different from anyone else I've ever been into, Eds. I'm really into him. Like an embarrassing amount." And now Steve was blushing and Eddie felt jealousy boil in his gut. But he also felt happy that Steve was happy. He could take solace in that. Even if he wanted to deck this guy on principle.

"Do you know if he's like us?"

"Oh, I know", Steve said, putting his elbow on the rest between them and leaning in close. "Wanna know more?"

And fuck his masochistic heart, he did. What could this guy have that he didn't?

After Eddie nodded, Steve continued. "He's larger than life, honestly. In a way I thought I used to be but he's the genuine real deal. He can be kind of a jerk, but it's clear when he cares. And that mouth-"

"Okay! Please stop torturing me and tell me who this guy is so I can decide if I hate him or not!"

Steve was laughing again and as beautiful as it was, Eddie felt like a joke himself.

"If you're gonna start hating yourself then we've got a problem", Steve said.

Eddie jerked around like he was short circuiting as all the pieces came into place. High school, nerd, with the kids, attacked him, running from the law.

"You! You are unbelievable, you know that?"

"That's a new one", Steve was still grinning. "So are you gonna kiss me now? Or are you not worthy?"

They were in a parking lot. In broad daylight. This could be bad. But Eddie was a weak, weak man and his dream boy was asking for a kiss. So he leaned in and obliged. Son of a bitch he was the son of a bitch that caught Steve's eye.

"Well?", Steve asked when they pulled away. "What do you think of the guy I like?"

"I still think you could do better."

[missterious-figure]

Okay okay!!! I’m infected with baby fever and want to spread it on!

What if y/n had a little baby, and had to bring them to work. How would the boys react? I have images of them preening the baby, picking at their clothes and getting downright aggressive if someone tries to take them away. Like y/n and baby in a nest of pillows and blankets while the three birds boys hiss and spread out their tail feathers to intimated the poor workers just trying to check up on the mother and child.

That’s all from me! Have a fantastic day or night!!!

You sat there. All surrounded by piles of pillows a shed feathers. You were holding your precious little Joy. Your baby girl. She was giggling at the three ginormous peacock harpies as they cooed to her, their tails all spread wide. Their tails effectively made a wall preventing on seers to even catch a glimpse of you and your baby. And you couldn't see anything past them. The worst part about all this? They hadn't cornered you in their rooms. No, they had brought all the pillows from their private rooms all the way to the garden of the casino. Then they had picked you up and stuffed you and Joy into their makeshift nest. As you sat there annoyed, Sun suddenly grabbed your attention.

"Oh, please, can I hold her?? I'll be super gentle!! I promise!!"

He had his hands held out, ready to snatch up Joy at a moments notice. Sun, Moon and Eclipse had been begging you to hold your baby the whole time you had been put in the nest. Moon shoved Sun back.

"No!! Let me be the first to hold them! She wants more me anyway!!"

Eclipse pushed past Moon.

"Now, now, little boys! Let me hold her, I'm the most responsible after all."

You were sick of their badgering, you were a little worried. You wanted to let them hold her, but you were afraid that they would wrestle over her. Or wouldn't give her back. Reluctantly, you held her out to Eclipse. All three of the peacock harpies went utterly silent. The way Eclipse picked her up was probably the most adorable thing you've ever seen him do. He reached out so slowly, scared even the slightest touch could shatter Joy's small body into bits. Cupping his hands under her, he gently lifted her from your trembling hands. He pressed her to his chest and began to sway back and forth.

Moon and Sun looked equally jealous, but then they turned to you. Sun snuggled up in the nest on your right, Moon flanked you on your left.

"You must be exhausted from caring for Joy all the time! Let us care for you now!"

Both brothers wrapped you in their arms and started to massage you, tending to your shoulders and back. Your face had gone beet red in only a few seconds. The two harpies on your sides where whispering sweet nothings into your ears, and the one standing in front of you was cradling your baby in his massive arms. Everything was chaotic, yet peaceful somehow. You knew Joy was safe with Eclipse. You knew a three harpies would do anything to keep you and your baby safe. You had started to close your eyes, when one of the to brothers clinging to you stopped moving.

"Excuse me, I was just coming over to check on you and your baby."

You knew the voice was addressing you. You opened an eye to see one of your fellow staff members, a man, sheepishly grinning at the three towering harpies. Sun, Moon and Eclipse were giving him death stares, their feathers puffing up in aggression. Eclipse turned to him, looking down his nose at the poor guy.

"They're fine. Best get going."

Moon had let go of you and was already getting up. Sun was pressing you closer to himself, feathers bristling angrily.

"Sorry, but I was given instructions to ask them that."

He pointed to you. That was the wrong answer, apparently, as Moon growled and bounded towards him. The man yelped, turned tail, and ran for dear life. Moon chased him about, purposely keeping pace with the guy. His feathers were all ruffled, his tail folded back. You could tell he wasn't seriously going to hurt the dude, but you felt bad.

"Moonie, come back!"

Moon perked up immediately at your voice. He came to abrupt stop. He snarled one last time at the out of breath man, and strutted back over to you. He most be so proud of chasing off the "threat". He found his comfortable place next to you, his chin up with a smug little smile on his face. You giggled quietly. You looked at each of the three harpies. Eclipse was humming to the now asleep Joy he was carrying, Sun was tenderly clutching you close, and Moon was still so happy with himself. These little goobs. Such funny boys.

[supernova41st]

Detention

(Pico x Reader)

Warnings: School fight, blood, bruising, bullying, swearing, EVERYONE gets their ass beat

A/n: This is based off a ao3 fic that I liked but also hated cuz it had 🍇.. I didn’t read the tags pls. Anyways I’m rlly proud of this fic ha so enjoy

You felt so stupid, you never thought that you’d get into such dumb fights for such dumb reasons. Now you’re stuck in an empty classroom, with two idiots you just finished fighting with. All covered in either blood or bruises, the fuck happened?

Third pov:

Another average morning at school. The hallways were full of teens either walking to class or having a quick chat with their friends.

However, Pico and Darnell had other plans. The two boys were in the middle of a brawl, one in one side of the hallway, and the other in-well the other. All of the students stopped whatever they were doing to watch the two, cheering ‘fight!fight!fight!’, Y/n had been in the middle of the two, trying to grab some books from their locker. They were completely unaware of the fight that they were basically in the middle of since they had their earbuds plugged in on max volume

As y/n went in to grab on of their books, Pico reaches in to grab it from their hands and throw it at Darnell. “Dude!” Y/n yells, raising their hands a bit. Pico ignores them, realizing that he missed the first throw. In a panic, he grabs y/n’s iPod from their hands and pelts it at Darnell’s face.

Y/n gasps and runs towards their dear iPod to try saving it from the fight, but before they can even get near it, Darnell accidentally steps on the screen while getting up. Y/n stops in their tracks, jaw open and eyes widened. They were too late. They quickly look back at Pico, who was getting his ass absolutely handed to him by Darnell, and decides that he’s gonna have to pay for that thing, and not with money.

Once Pico knocks Darnell out on the floor for a bit, y/n tackles him. “What the fuck??” The confused ginger yells while y/n grabs him by his hair and stuffs his head in their open locker. ‘Oh fuck’ and ‘holy shit’s are heard from the audience of students watching as they prepare for what’s about to happen. Suddenly, a bang comes from the locker door and Pico’s head, as y/n slams the door shut with his head stuffed inside. They then do it again, and again, until her arms eventually get tired, and they notice Darnell getting up.

Darnell seems confused at first, until he realizes that he stepped on their iPod. Shit, now he has another opponent. Before he knows it, him and y/n are both giving each other bruises and bloody noses, fists flying everywhere. At least until a few teacher make their way out of the crowd, and quickly separate the three.

Now, y/n is sitting in the third row of some desks in a classroom, while both Pico and Darnell sit behind her. The room is filled with nothing but silence, Pico laying his head on the desk, seemingly asleep. Y/n on the other hand, wasn’t doing much. They didn’t have any homework, nor were they feeling sleepy, so they just had their elbows on the table, holding their head from falling. I mean, what else was there to do? Use their iPod? ..wait

Darnell, sitting behind her, puts his feet up on the top of y/n’s chair, getting dirt in their hair. Now, normally y/n would ask them to stop, or even tell the teacher, but at this point, they didn’t feel like getting anymore trouble for anything else. So they just tried their best to ignore him. Darnell chuckles at their ‘reaction’, then going back to playing with his lighter.

“Darnell!” Mr Roger’s yells, “Do I need to put you in another classroom?” He asks rhetorically. Darnell groans in annoyance, “no sir..” he mumbles. Mr Roger’s sighs, “Darnell, why don’t you just, go get me some papers from the printing room.” Mr Roger’s says waving his hands in a shooing motion, Darnell clicks his tongue, clearly pissed. But he still gets up to go do as he says.

Y/n feels a wave of relief, that Darnell’s dirty shoes aren’t stuffed in their hair anymore. But as soon as they finally find peace, it’s quickly interrupted a paper ball being thrown at them. Out of curiosity, they pick up the paper ball and unwrap it, because of course they did.

“Whats ur name?”

Was written in some shitty Sharpie that Pico found on the floor. He couldn’t find a pencil or even a paper since his backpack was a mess, so he just wrote on his homework that was past due a week ago. Y/n looks back at Pico, who’s head was down as if nothing had happen, they rolled their eyes at the freckled boy. They then look down at the paper, wondering if they should write back or not. Eh, why not.

“Y/n”

Y/n waits until the teacher at the front of the class averts his gaze to something else, throwing the ball back to the ginger. Pico tucks it under his elbow, his head still down. Suddenly, y/n’s heart drops when she hears Mr Roger’s chair creak as he gets up. “I’m gonna go check on Darnell. You two, stay silent.”

As soon as Mr Roger’s steps out of the classroom, a voice is heard from behind y/n. “Sorry that I threw your thing, y/n..” Pico mutters shamefully, y/n looks back at the injured boy. His lip looked busted, and he had bruises around his cheek. Y/n cringes at the sight of his injuries, injuries that they did. “It’s fine.. sorry about the locker.” Pico chuckles at y/n’s apology, shaking his head.

“I uhh, got you something, Yknow, for your lip.” Y/n grabs a cold can of monster from under their desk. Then handing it to pico. “You can drink it too if you want it” Pico grabs the cold drink from their hands, and places it on his bruised cheek. “What song were you listening to anyways? Must’ve been somethin’ pretty loud” He laughs. Y/n blushes a bit in embarrassment of what her answer is, “oh just.. break stuff by limp bizkit”

Pico’s eyes lighten up at her answer, “no fuckin’ way! I love bizkit!!” He smiles, “Lemme guess, your favorite album is significant other?” Y/n laughs, “no, it’s chocolate starfish..”

Pico cracks the can of Monster open, taking a couple of painful sips since his lip was busted. “Your nose still has blood on it by the way” Pico points out, y/n tapping blood that was on their upper lip, seeing dried blood. “Shit.. I don’t have anything to wipe it with” They mutter staring at the dry blood on their finger. “I got some water, gimme a sec” Pico grabs his backpack, and pulls out his water bottle and a crinkle napkin from some fast food place. He begins to pour a little water on the napkin, and makes the ‘come here’ motion with his hand to y/n.

Once y/n scoots closer, bringing their chair with them, he grabs the side of their jaw lightly, moving them closer. Pico wipes the dry blood from y/n’s upper lip. Y/n looks around the room, trying to not stare into picos green eyes, but they eventually fail. The two make eye contact, their faces only an inch or two away from each other. Not knowing what to say about the awkward interaction, she decides to compliment him, because of course they did. “Your hairs really.. pretty” Y/n whispers, “what?” Pico responds, quite confused at the feminine compliment.

“Hey!”

The two heads snap at the door, where Mr Roger’s, along with Darnell, stood. “What did I say about talking?” Darnell chuckles at the state the two were in, “oh shit! Were you two about to kiss?” Darnell laughs, pointing at the two. Pico and y/n both look back at each other, realizing that their current position wasn’t the most.. platonic. Pico and y/n quickly move back to their desks, red faced, rambling about how gross it’d be to even be near each other

“Pfft, whatever you say, lovebirds.” Pico scoffs “fuck you Darnell.” “Okay you two, that’s enough. Pico, Y/n,” He starts, “you two are going to get detention for the whole week. Darnell, you’ll be getting two weeks for sneaking out.” Darnell groans in annoyance.

The group exits the classroom onto the front of the now empty school. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow..” Pico shrugs, his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, you too, Pico.” Y/n says before walking away, Pico weakly raising a hand to wave her goodbye.

“Ew, fucking weirdos.”

[mxnbi]

Back for seconds

ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙ ──────────────────

ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙Bonten!Sanzu X fem!reader

ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙You just had to come back and see what else the three enthralling men had to offer tonight, and it seems like Sanzu knows just how to one up Ran

ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙cw: Voyeurism, Exhibitionist, publix sex, degrading, fem reader, slight over stimulation ????, club sex, drunk sex

ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙tags: sanzu haruchiyo sanzu bonten sanzu tokrev sanzu tokyo revengers tokyo manji gang haruchiyo siblings anime anime smut sanzu x reader sanzu x fem reader sanzu smut club sex public sex sanzu tenjiku

21+ nsfw smut, minors DTI

After an excruciating long week, Saturday finally came.

You walked into the club feeling on top of the world. You knew some eyes would be locked on you, why else did you choose the skimpiest dress?

To your surprise, the same trio were seated right where they were exactly a week ago. You didn’t expect them to take your word for it.

Despite your body sending a subtle chill down your spine and down to your pussy as you recalled your sloppy session in the bathroom, you still weren’t going to give them what they want just yet.

Turning on your dangerously high heels, you strutted towards the bar to loosen yourself up for the night, adding a little sway to your hips with each step you took.

“A margarita please, thanks!”

You got comfy on the high stool, feeling your dress hike up ever so slightly but you’re not concerned about that.

Sipping away, your mind wandered off, trying to decipher a plan on approaching the same men who were shooting lustful gazes towards your direction, unbeknownst to you.

Back at their table, Sanzu and Rindou bickered as they tried to fight for your tight hole tonight.

“Ran went last week and since he’s your brother, your turn is technically over!”

Rindou — now astounded at Sanzu’s idiocy — is unable to speak for a brief moment until he finally picked his jaw off the floor.

“Sanzu, you are actually the dumbest person I’ve ever met.”

Ran chuckled into his glass while watching what looked like 2 kids fighting over a toy before letting the cold liquid gold pour into his mouth.

Sanzu hastily got up, squeezing between Rindou and the table to physically get to you first, wanting to claim you for the night.

He maniacally laughed at Rindou’s fading shouts of injustice as he skipped his way over to you like a kid who saw a candy shop.

Right when you finally mustered up the courage to approach them, you got off your chair and was immediately met with a firm chest to your face, knocking you back onto the stool.

The smell of alcohol and cigarettes tickled your nose as you looked up, seeing scar boy grinning down at you like he’s got something up his sleeve.

“Hey pretty, you’re with me tonight okay~”

He cooed at you all while still maintaining that crazy smile on his face. Sanzu leaned down, cornering you into the bar.

Unable to process whatever had just happened, you felt him peck you on the lips before he yanked you off the stool and dragged you through the club by the arm like a rag doll.

You stumbled along, trying to keep up with his long strides. Before you knew it, you’re back at their table.

“Move over dude.”

You mumbled a bunch of “Sorry”s while Sanzu pushes you through Rindou, trying not to step on his toes in the process of getting where Sanzu originally sat.

Finally sitting down, your mind raced with possible scenarios that could play out, because if you getting stuffed with their load was the end goal of tonight, you haven’t a clue as to why your sitting down.

You felt the leather seat puff up as Sanzu sank into the chair, followed by an alarming sound of a belt unbuckling.

“Watch and learn Rin.”

Sanzu smirked at the man with a glass in his hand, eyes now wandering around your body.

Your eyes widened when you felt a cold hand caress your leg before roughly spreading you wide.

Sanzu’s slim fingers rubbed circles at your pussy through the thin fabric of your thong, releasing a soft sigh from your lips.

You tried to close your legs to keep whatever shame you had left but Sanzu didn’t seem to like it.

“C’mon baby we need to give them a show!”

He hoisted you up to sit on the back rest of the chair and opened your legs once more, your pussy now on display for them to see. It was at this moment that you were glad their table was more secluded.

Sanzu left a trail of kisses from your knee to your upper thigh, all while he pushed your thong to the side and played with your slicked pussy.

You bit your lip, trying not to attract any weird stares but you surprised yourself with how turned on you are, feeling like a work of art displayed in a museum.

“I didn’t know she was this slutty.”

You locked eyes with Ran, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, unable to retaliate as Sanzu played with your clit.

He slipped two fingers in you, finally releasing an audible moan that was just music to their ears.

Your hips twitched and writhed under Sanzu’s touch, loving the way he prodded at your walls in all directions, making sure he left his mark on every part of you.

You became wetter by the second, their intense gaze on you making you gush like a water fall.

Your hands come up to play with your tit, pulling your dress down and juggling them in your hand.

Your body jerked at the sudden quick pace of Sanzu’s fingers, now deeper than before.

You wanted to cum in front of these men so bad that your pussy ached and clenched around his digits, trying so hard to reach that high that you’ve been craving so badly for.

“Oh f-fuck yes…h-harder..”

You pushed out whatever words you can while you slowly grind against his fingers, feeling his palm graze at your puffy clit.

“God she has no shame at all, I love her.”

The three men exchanged degrading comments and laughs while your grinding escalated to sloppy riding, now bouncing on his fingers with your juices dripping down, coating the expensive red leather.

Sanzu playfully bit at your thighs, making you squirm under his touch. The way you lose all sense of yourself when he’s in you just makes his hard on even more uncomfortable in his tight pants.

Finally, when that tight knot in your stomach soon begins to snap, your legs start to lose their strength and your movements become messier.

”Oh fuck fuck yes oh my god.”

You sink down onto Sanzu’s fingers one last time as you came all over his fingers.

Trying to catch your breath, you felt a sudden emptiness as Sanzu slipped his wet fingers out before popping them in his mouth, cleaning them of your cum.

“Okay, now time for act 2!”

He pulled you down swiftly and before you knew it, you were resting his lap with your back pressed against his chest.

He felt his hand fidget beneath you, trying to free his throbbing member of his slacks.

“I’m not going to go easy okay?”

Once he aligned his leaking tip to your entrance, he plunged into you within a second, of course not giving you time to ease him in.

“Ah fuck!”

The regret you felt from that moan soon washed off as he pounded into your pussy mercilessly.

His fingers gripping onto the side of your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you so hard, you were seeing stars.

You made eye contact with the others, trying to gauge their reaction through tears welling up in your eyes, but all you could make out was their cocky smirk with a cigarette between their lips.

“You liking it pretty girl?”

Sanzu’s warm breath tickled your ear with that question, but you couldn’t string a single sentence together and simply replied with moans.

The brothers were turned on beyond imagination, just the sight of you being used like a toy just did it for them as they caved in and palmed themselves through their pants.

“Aw look baby! You’re so hot that you got them jerkin’ off!”

Forget replying, your legs could barely even support you right now if it wasn’t for Sanzu holding you up.

He groaned and sighed into your ear, a low reverberation ringing through your ears as his arrogant yet submissive moans sent a shockwave through your body.

His rough, calloused hand wrapped around your throat tightly, another point of contact to keep you still while he fucks you stupid.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as a drop of drool made it’s way down to your chin. You were experiencing pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck Sanzu…fuck I can’t anymore…”

Your poor pussy began to feel sore after being stretched out and abused by this man, but he wasn’t done until he filled you up to the brim.

He chuckled into your ear before gathering all his strength and thrusted into you at full speed.

“Ah fuck oh my god S-sanzu wait..!”

You didn’t even have to see him to imagine that sick grin on his face right now.

You moaned out loud, not being able to have the luxury of shame anymore with your perky tits and soaking pussy on display.

Your walls gripped at his veiny cock as you feel your second high approaching.

“Ohh fuck oh my god.”

Your body weight now resting completely in the hands of Sanzu, your legs trembled as it lost it’s strength as you came a second time, covering his cock in your clear cum.

Sanzu moans obnoxiously as he paints your walls white with his load when he finally cums.

You fall limp against his chest, your own heaving up and down, trying to recover from that crazy experience.

Sanzu slowly pulls his softening cock out of you, proudly showing off his work to the others as you feel a warmth drip down your hole and between your ass cheeks.

He brings a finger down to your pussy and scoops a hefty amount of the mixture before playing with it between his fingers.

You shook your head at his actions, but too fucked out to bother. You slowly but surely got up and wiped yourself clean in preparation for your long journey home.

“We really need to make you our toy.”

Sanzu stated while he packed himself in.

Before you could finally leave, you downed another shot after fixing up your appearance and was about to walk away until you felt a hand around your arm.

You turned back to see Rindou looking up at you with the most loving yet lust filled eyes.

“Don’t wear underwear next week.”

Oh boy, you’re in for another treat.

A/N: Hiok hiok things got busy but I’m back with part 2 hehe i hope yall like it <3

@desiray562 ❤️

[yikesharringrove]

steve being absolutely whipped for steve is my favorite thing ever. like ok what if they were friends and billy likes steve, and steve's oblivious to it but billy will drop whatever he's doing to make steve's like a the tiniest bit easier and it's so cute

It all starts with homework.

Homework Steve dropped on the floor in the hallway, to be more specific.

He fucking tripped and his shit went everywhere, and he was scrambling to pick it all up, when he noticed another pair of hands shuffling with his papers.

“Thanks, Hargrove,” he muttered.

“Most of these are wrong.” Steve snatched the math worksheet out of his hands, his face hot as he stuffed it in his backpack.

He tried to push past the absolutely solid wall that was Billy Hargrove, but the other boy kept blocking him.

“C’mon, I’ll help you.”

“I don’t need any help.”

It was a fucking lie. He knew he’d gotten most of the problems wrong. They were working on some weird formula that had to do with area, or volume, or something like that. And Steve really didn’t understand it.

But he didn’t want any help from fucking Hargrove, who would just spread it around the school that Steve Harrington is in remedial geometry as a senior.

But Hargrove had reached into Steve's backpack, and yanked out the assignment, using the pencil he had stored behind his ear to erase Steve’s shitty work.

“All you have to do is multiply the length by the width by the height. And that’s volume.”

Steve had added those three values and then cubed them. It had taken him hours.

“I know.”

Billy gave him a scathing look.

“Meet me in the library at lunch, and we’ll fix it.”

-

Steve wasn’t actually expecting Billy to be there, but he was. And they fixed Steve’s math.

And he got an A on the homework, his first one all year.

So it became a thing. They’d do Steve’s math homework at lunch together. And Billy would walk him through the tough problems, and clap him on the back when he got something by himself.

His teacher noticed his progress, and congratulated him on it.

“I got a tutor,” he told her.

They were studying on some random Thursday together, Billy with his nose in some worn-out novel, periodically peeking over the pages to take a look at Steve's math homework.

He was doing much better, and now Billy only had to silently point to an incorrect answer for Steve to go back and fix it.

Steve's stomach rumbled, breaking the silence,

"Jesus, Harrington. I think your stomach is trying to eat itself."

Steve rolled his eyes, but he smiled at Billy.

"Seriously, just eat lunch."

There technically was a rule against food in the library, but the librarian liked Billy, and tended to turn a blind eye to whatever he was doing at his usual back table.

Steve checked his watch.

"I'll just grab something later. I need to finish this."

He kept working on his math. His stomach growled again.

Billy sighed.

He dug into his bag, pulling out the crumpled brown paper bag Susan has passed him in the morning. She always made him lunch after a rough night with his dad.

Consolation prize, he guesses.

He pulled out the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, placing one half on Steve's open textbook.

Steve looked at him with round eyes.

"Nah dude, that's your lunch. I can get something after school."

"Like hell. Just eat the sandwich, Harrington."

Steve scarfed the first half like a small animal, and Billy glared at him until he had the second half.

He'll be okay, he can just sneak some food at home before his dad gets back from work.

-

"Harrington! How many times," Coach yelled from the sidelines. "You're leaving yourself too open!"

Steve was breathing hard, sprinting down the court after being bowled over by one of the guys on the other team.

It was deafening in the gym, the stands packed full.

Steve was playing like shit. The other team was dogging him, stealing the ball from him, blocking his every move.

He was point guard to Billy's shooting guard.

Billy yanked him by the back of the jersey, pulling him back to mutter in his ear.

Steve nodded once.

It was a good play, a simple pick and roll.

The other team scored, and Billy nodded at Steve.

They brought it down the court, and Billy made eye contact with Steve as he moved to set a pick on the asshole guard that kept knocking Steve down.

Steve moved, sprinting to the basket to finally make a fucking shot.

As he moved, the guard followed, but there was Billy.

They collided hard, and Billy got knocked flat on his ass.

His head cracked against the wooden floor, and he saw stars for a second.

He was fucking pleased as punch to see the other guard flat on his back, too. Looking as dazed as Billy felt.

There was a hand in front of his face, and he took it, allowing Steve to bring him to his feet, a look of concern in his big eyes.

"You okay, dude?"

"You score?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'm fine." He clapped Steve on the shoulder, jogging back to get in the game, shaking off the dizzy spell.

-

Billy paid no mind to the phone ringing.

He was sat at the kitchen table, finishing up his chemistry homework.

Sometimes he and Max did homework at the kitchen table together. Neil would give approving looks when he walked by if he saw Billy helping her with something she pretended not to understand.

"Hargrove residence." Neil was the only one who answered the phone that way. The rest of them said Hargrove-Mayfield.

Billy tightened his grip on his pencil.

He could feel his dad's eyes on the back of his head, standing straight against the wall where the phone was mounted.

"Yes, he is here."

Fuck.

What could Billy have done now? He's been a model fucking citizen for the past week.

And no one can trace that fucking fire under the bleachers back to him. Besides, he put it out before anything could really get burned.

"Billy, the phone's for you."

At least if he was in trouble, the person wouldn't be asking to speak with him.

Billy stood up, ignoring Max's questioning look.

Billy took the phone, not making eye contact with his dad.

"Hey! Sorry, I know this is weird, but I got your phone number from Max a little while ago, and I know usually we just study during school, but I am so fucking confused on this assignment. And I'll pay you! I'll even order food if you want to come over to help me. Oh! This is Steve by the way."

As if Billy wouldn't recognize his rambling.

"Um, sure. I can help you." He looked at his dad. "And no need to pay me."

"Just try to get out of here without any money. I dare you. So, can you come over? Tonight? This is due tomorrow."

Billy wasn't supposed to leave on school nights.

"Can you give me a second? Please?" He didn't wait for Steve to respond, he just lowered the phone.

"Dad," he started.

"How long have you been tutoring that Harrington boy?" Neil's voice was unreadable.

"A few weeks. Mostly at school. He needs some help tonight, and uh, offered to pay me if I come by his place."

"And you said you didn't want to be paid?"

"Yes, sir."

Billy tried his very best not to flinch when his dad patted him on the shoulder.

"That's good. Rubbing elbows with the Harrigntons. I was wondering why they didn't press charges when you beat that boy to a pulp."

Billy fucking hated when Neil brought that shit up.

It wasn't his fault he has a hard time controlling his rage. If anything, it's Neil's fault for slapping him around before sending him on an errand.

Steve just happened to kinda get in the way.

But Billy apologized, and Steve said he got over it, and clearly he did, if he's inviting Billy over to his house to work on his homework.

He raised the phone back up to his ear.

"Sure, I can help you. But I can't be out late. It's a school night."

Neil nodded approvingly, and Billy flipped him the bird the second he turned his back.

"Yeah, whatever. The front door's unlocked, just come upstairs when you're here."

Steve didn't even wait for a reply before he ended the call, and Billy quietly placed the phone back on the receiver.

He cleaned up his own homework, and took his bag with him.

"Billy," his dad said as he was halfway out the back door. "Curfew's at 8:30. And I'll be locking the door."

"Yes, sir."

-

Harrington's house is fuckin' huge.

Billy should've expected it, with Steve's family being as well connected as they were.

He let himself into the house, as Steve had told him to do, and was immediately met with a slight woman, staring at him like he'd just walked uninvited into her home.

"Uh," he said. Why the fuck would Steve tell him to just come in? "I'm Billy? Billy Hargrove. Steve's tutor."

And then her face brightened, and holy shit, Steve looks exactly like his mom.

"He is upstairs, I'll show you." She waved him to follow behind her and she took off up the stairs.

Billy scrambled to kick his boots off and raced after her.

She was lean like Steve, with long legs and insanely thick,dark brown hair that went clear down to her ass.

(Steve even kinda has his mom's perfect ass.)

She knocked on the door to Steve's room, even though it was slightly ajar, and let herself in.

Steve was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, all curled up and sitting cross-legged on his chair.

"Tesoro, il tuo amico è qui."

Steve turned, and he fucking beamed at Billy.

"Grazie, Mamma." He waved Billy over in the same motion his mother had done downstairs.

Billy felt awkward in the room, and his face felt hot, and his palms were sweaty.

"Avete bisogno di qualcosa?" She asked, and holy shit, how has it taken Billy this long to realize that Steve and his mother were not even speaking fucking English to one another.

He knew he was staring.

"No, grazie."

She smiled again at Billy as she left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

"Damn, your mom's hot," was all Billy could think to say.

Luckily, it worked. Steve rolled his eyes, turning back to his work and shaking his head. But Billy could see a tiny smile on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't start that shit and just help me with this, okay?"

Billy peered over his shoulder.

Steve was working on an English assignment, the same one Billy had completed last week.

It was a questionnaire about the Shakespeare play they had read in class, Othello.

Billy knew it was grueling, fifty multiple choice, ten matching, and three essay questions.

He had the book open text to him, and there had been lines and passages highlighted and annotated.

"This shit was nasty. I did it last week."

Steve scrunched his brows up at Billy.

"You're in English 12? How? You're a junior?"

Billy shrugged.

"That's just what I tested into when I moved here. I was on a fast track in California." Yeah, he would've probably gotten to graduate a semester early, if they had stayed.

"Okay, well, then you can help me. Because I can barely read as it is, and this stupid Shakespeare stuff just doesn't even make sense."

He put his head down on his desk, leaning his forehead against the questionnaire and groaning loudly.

"It's like another language. You have to learn to translate it. I mean, you and your mom were speakin' something, so you know how to do this."

"Yeah, and that's kinda the problem." Steve sat up, looking at Billy. Billy moved to sit on the corner of his desk. "My mom's from Italy, and I didn't even speak English until I was like, six. Regular English has never made sense to me, and then they give us this shit." He flipped the book closed harshly.

Billy had to bite his tongue, because the only thing he could think to say was you sure do talk a lot for someone who allegedly doesn't understand English. But he didn't really wanna be a dick right now.

"Okay. Here's what will do. We'll answer as many questions as you can. Once we get to the ones about specific passages, I'll read them in plain terms, and you'll be fine, okay?"

Steve nodded glumly, but he picked up his pencil.

"Okay, dude. You can definitely answer this first question."

Question one: Who wrote Othello.

Steve circled the correct answer and Billy pat him on the head. Steve glared at him playfully.

They went through the questions.

Some were easy, and clearly all Steve needed was a cheerleader, because he circled the correct ones right away.

But then, some were fucking difficult.

"Okay, question 36: What is the significance of Othello's handkerchief?"

Steve flipped through the book desperately.

"What fucking handkerchief?"

-

It was a little past eight, and Steve was just barely halfway through the packet.

He was clearly trying not to get frustrated, as he came across harder and harder questions, understanding less and less.

"So, in the passage, Iago is basically trying to turn Othello against Desdemona. He's saying that if she deceived her father, she would deceive Othello."

"But, I don't get why she lied to her dad. Like, what was the lie?"

"He didn't want her to get married to Othello, but she did anyway."

Steve just looked desperately at Billy.

"So, she did cheat on Othello? And Iago is telling him about it?"

"No, she didn't Iago is trying to fuck with Othello."

"Wait, so Desdemona did nothing wrong, and then Othello still kills her?" He looked incredulous.

"Yeah, man. It's Shakespeare. In the tragedies, everyone dies. In the comedies, everyone fucks."

"Why?"

"Because it was Elizabethan England, and everyone was fucking and dying, and half of these stories are based on the Greek plays that came before, in which everyone just fucked and died."

"I wish my life was like that. I just wanna fuck. And then die." Steve put his pencil down, leaning back in his chair. "I'm sorry, man. That I dragged you here to help me with this. I'm just fucking dumb."

Billy smacked Steve in the back of the head, and he yelped, glaring at Billy and rubbing the spot where Billy had merely tapped him.

"You're not stupid. This is hard. Now, let's keep going. This isn't gonna finish itself."

-

Billy ended up finally leaving Steve's close to ten.

His mom thanked him for helping Steve, and shoved a wad of cash in his hand that Billy felt too awkward to count until he had parked in his spot behind his house.

Jesus Christ, she gave him fifty bucks.

He put it with the rest of his stash, in the locked glove compartment, and wiggled into the back seat.

He doesn't doubt that his dad had locked the house promptly at curfew. He doesn't doubt that he was gonna get his shit rocked tomorrow after school when he showed up back at home.

But Steve had finished his assignment, and had flung his arms around Billy when it was finally over, and it's okay. Billy can take a few smacks.

-

"Hey!"

Billy turned to see Steve rushing towards him down the hall. His cheeks were pink and he was beaming.

He thrust the assignment from last night into Billy's hands, and there was a big red A- on the top.

"That's my best English grade, like, ever. Thank you! Seriously, Billy. Thank you so much. I'm taking you out for dinner this weekend, okay? To say thank you. I'll buy you a burger and a milkshake, and anything you want."

"Nah, man. Your mom paid me last night, it's okay."

Steve shook his head, his hair flopping onto his forehead, and he pushed it back, still grinning. Fuck, he's so pretty.

"Can it. We're going to the dinner and you're gonna eat fries until you puke, okay? We're going Friday."

Friday.

Billy's supposed to help Susan trim all the hedges on Friday.

Okay, if he wakes up early, he can do the front before school, and if he comes home during his free period, he could-

"Sure, Pretty Boy. Friday."

-

He was up before the sun, cutting hedges.

He had to shower before school, which he fucking hates doing, because he doesn't have enough time to properly do his hair in the mornings.

But he finished them.

He finished them all.

And he told Susan such when she handed him his pity packed lunch that morning.

She thanked him, and his dad narrowed his eyes.

"Why?" He barked.

Billy tried to act casual.

"Couldn't sleep, thought I'd just get it out of the way."

Neil didn't stop staring suspiciously at Billy until he and Max had closed the backdoor behind them.

"Why did you really do all that this morning?" Max asked when they were safe in the car.

"Jus' have plans after school."

She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, that's rich. You're going on a date."

Well, he hopes so.

But that's never gonna happen.

The school day seemed to pass as slowly as fucking possible. He was anxious all day, fidgety and nervous, and a tiny bit sweaty.

Steve was leaning against his car outside when Billy finally stomped away from the school, and he smiled brightly at Billy.

"Should we just meet at the diner?"

"Yeah. I gotta drive Max, so." He gestured lamely.

"Okay. See you in a bit." Steve tapped the hood of the Camaro, and normally Billy would've threatened to bite anyone that knocked into his car like that, but Steve can kinda do whatever he wants as far as Billy is concerned.

Billy made sure to idle in front of the house, making sure Max got inside alright, and making sure his dad watched him drop her off.

He'd be in worse shit if Neil thought Billy made Max walk home by herself.

But he sped back into town the second the screen door slammed closed behind her.

Steve already had a booth when Billy arrived, and he waved Billy down enthusiastically, as if Billy didn't hone in on him the second he walked through the door.

"Hey, man! Glad you could make it," he said, as if he didn't insist that Billy make it.

Billy grunted at him, shuffling into the booth on the other side of Steve.

"Thanks again, dude. My grades have never been so good. My dad even said I've been doing alright, which is, I think, the nicest thing he's ever said to me."

"Yeah. It's no problem."

"Why don't people know you're smart?" Steve's question took Billy off guard a little bit. "You act like you're a dumb jock, like me."

"You're not dumb. And it's just self-preservation, I guess. I don't need every pretty boy in this school to know I'm a good tutor. Already got my hands full."

Steve's cheeks went the faintest bit pink, and if Billy didn't know better, he'd say that Steve's casual shifting of position was more like a little squirm.

"I guess that makes sense," Steve mumbled, picking at the edge of the menu in front of him.

Their waiter came at that moment, and Steve ordered right away, rattling off what he wanted like it was second nature.

"So the usual, then?" The waiter winked at Steve, and Steve flushed a little deeper, looking shyly at Billy.

"I'll have the same." The waiter nodded, and swept off with their menus.

"So, you're here a lot?" Billy didn't want to look too far into it, but he was ravenous for little scraps of information about Steve. A little peek into his life.

"Yeah. I come here for dinner when I'm home alone a lot. Cooking for one person is kinda lame, and I like being somewhere that's not so. Quiet."

"How often you home alone?"

"Every few weeks. My mom travels around with my dad a lot, but she feels bad about leaving me on my own. Doesn't really stop her, thought." And Steve looked positively glum, like a pouty little cat caught outside in the rain.

"Well, next time you're alone let me know. I don't have too much going on. Usually."

Steve brightened, looking at Billy with a tiny mile on his face.

"Yeah? You don't have better friends then some dumbass you tutor?"

"I don't tutor a dumbass. And in case you hadn't noticed, I don't have many friends. Only been in town for a few months."

"I've been here my whole life, and I don't have many friends, either."

"That's their problem, then."

Steve beamed at him.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Bathroom Confessions–Steve Harrington

Trigger Warning: Slight mention of attempted rape.

"These seats are too close!" I complained in a loud whisper.

"Dude, these seats blow!" Steve scoffed as he stuffed his face with popcorn. I reached over and grabbed a handful.

"Then don't watch the movie," Dustin sighed.

"We want to watch it," I shot back.

"Then watch it!"

"Shh!" Some guy behind us yelled. This led to the rest of us shushing him back.

"Whatever you do," Dustin said, softer this time, "don't. go. anywhere."

"Fine, Dad," Steve elongated. I giggled as I playfully punched Steve's arm. Dustin didn't think it was funny. He rolled his eyes and walked away. Steve and I calmed down and tried to watch the movie.

"I'm lost," I whispered. "What's happening?"

"I have no idea," Steve said, stuffing more popcorn into his mouth.

Ugh, Steve's mouth.

I wanted his mouth on my mouth. So badly. But, sadly, he'd never put his mouth on my mouth. He doesn't feel the same way about me as I feel about him.

I've been in love with my best friend since seventh grade after he stood up for me when Molly, Grace, and Louisa were bullying me during PE. I fell for him even more when he showed up on my doorstep after my date to the eighth-grade dance stood me up.

Sure, once we got to high school he started to pull away. He eventually came back. During sophomore year, I was staying after school to help tutor some kids.

One day, I was waiting for my mom to pick me up after a session and one of our football players tried to force himself on me. He dragged me to his car, threw me in the backseat, and tried to take advantage of me.

Steve was walking out of basketball practice and heard me screaming for help. He instantly started running toward the car. He pulled the football player off me and his anger took over. I had to pull Steve off of him before he went too far.

                              ~•~

"Steve! Stop!" I screamed as I scrambled out of the car. My legs were shaky and I fell to my knees. Me gasping in pain made Steve stop. He got off of the football player and ran to me.

"Are you alright?" He asked gently.

I smiled when he hesitated to touch me. Instead, I tucked into his chest. He instantly wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should've left the locker room sooner. I should've. . . I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," I whispered back. I leaned out of our embrace and looked up at him. "Besides, you got him off of me. You saved me, Steve."

He shrugged, trying to act as if it wasn't a big deal. We both knew it was.

"Can I ask for one more favor?"

"Anything," Steve said instantly. He cleared his throat, trying to recover. "What is it?"

"Will you take me home?"

                              ~•~

After that day, things changed. Steve went back to being the Steve I knew and fell in love with. He started rushing out of practice so he would be waiting on me to get out of my tutoring sessions. Once we were both done, he could give me a ride home.

A couple of weeks later, he found out that Tommy and Carol had been spreading the rumor that I had willingly gotten with that football player. As soon as Steve found out, he walked away from them.

I gasped, thrown back into the present when Steve gently put his hand on my arm, leaned over, and whispered, "You okay, Y/N?"

"I'm gonna barf."

Steve tossed the popcorn aside, grabbed my hand, and dragged me out of the theater. My stomach did multiple flips as Steve led me to the women's restroom. We burst through the door, dropping to our knees. We emptied our stomachs into the mall bathroom. When I was pretty sure my stomach was empty, I emptied it some more.

"How you feeling over there?" Steve asked between coughs.

"Probably about as good as you are," I sighed. I sat on my butt, sliding back until I hit the wall. I leaned my head against the cold bathroom wall and took a few breaths. "Do you think that crap is out of our systems?"

"I don't know," Steve sighed. "We could test it out."

"How?" I scoffed.

"Well, it was a truth serum, right? So, ask me a question."

I thought about it, knowing the question I was dying to ask him. This was my chance.

"Have you. . . ever been in love?"

"Yep," Steve said a little faster than I wish he had. "Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year."

My heart sank when he mimicked a gunshot. "She is such a priss," I tried to scoff like it didn't matter.

"Turns out, not really," he sighed.

"Are you still in love with Nancy?"

I felt like he hesitated but not that long. "No," he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I think it's because I found someone who's a little bit better for me. It's crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he's been saying, "You know, you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie."

"Wait, who's Suzie?"

"It's some girl from camp," he sighed, "I guess his girlfriend. To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real. But that's not–that's not really the point. That doesn't matter. The point is, this girl, you know, the one that I like, it's somebody that I. . . never would have expected. And I don't even know why. Maybe cause Tommy H. would've made fun of me or. . . I wouldn't be. . . prom king. It's stupid. I mean, Dustin's right, it's all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because, when I think about it, I should've been hanging out with this girl the whole time. First of all, she's hilarious. She's so funny. I feel like, this summer, I have laughed harder than I have laughed in a really long time. And she's smart. Way smarter than me. You know, she can crack, like, top secret Russian codes and. . . You know? She's honestly unlike anyone I've ever even met before."

I took a shaky breath as the tears streamed down my face.

"Y/N?" Steve spoke up. I sucked in a breath when he knocked on the stall between us.

I could hear the nervousness in his voice when he said, "Y/N, did you just OD in there?"

"No," I said shakily, "I am still alive."

My breath got caught in my throat when Steve suddenly started sliding under the stall. "The floor's disgusting," I tried to warn him.

"I don't care," he said as he sat up, leaning against the stall. He wiped his hands on his pants, before reaching over and gently draping his arm around my leg.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He asked, squeezing my calf.

"Nothing," I said under my breath, looking away from him.

"Come on," he whispered. "Talk to me, Y/N."

"That girl you were talking about," I whispered, still not looking at him, "she's lucky a guy like you is into her."

"Yeah, she is," he sighed.

I took a shaky breath before asking, "Does she know how you feel?"

"I don't think so," he said. "I keep trying to tell her, but I can barely get the courage. As soon as I get it, she walks in with her beautiful smile and her angelic voice. The minute she walks into the room, I forget what I was going to say and my courage turns into butterflies."

"Sounds like you're really in love with her," I whispered. Steve let go of my leg and wrapped his arms around his knees. He leaned forward and smiled at me.

"I am," he whispered. "I am extremely, desperately, stupidly in love with this girl."

I copied his position and leaned my chin on my knees. I tried to stop the tears but it was useless.

"She is a really lucky girl, Steve," I said, my voice breaking. "You should tell her so she knows."

"I just did."

I snapped my head up and looked at him with wide eyes. I studied him, trying to figure out what he meant. He just smiled as he watched my wheels turn. He slowly scooted closer to me as he whispered.

"How did you not know?" He teased. "I thought I made it obvious when I protected you from Grace, Molly, and Louisa. Or when I took you to our eighth-grade dance after Mikey stood you up. Or how I left Tommy and Carol to start hanging out with you more. Or when I pulled Eric off of you and beat him until I broke every bone in both of my hands. Or how every day I do whatever it takes to protect you."

I held my breath as Steve was now inches from me. He dropped his voice even lower, "How did you not know?"

Steve leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I was too shocked to respond. I snapped out of it and instantly started kissing him back. Our lips moved in sync as we got as close to each other as we could.

Steve reached up and gently cupped my cheek in his hand as our lips moved messily in sync. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his.

"I love you too, Steve," I whispered. "I am extremely, desperately, stupidly in love with you."

He let out a small chuckle as he pressed his lips back to mine. As our lips started moving faster than our first kiss, Steve grabbed my hips and brought me over to him. I straddled his lap, reached up, and began running my fingers through his hair.

Steve broke the kiss and smiled up at me. He reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering. He gently rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

"I don't want to forget this," I whispered.

"You won't," Steve said instantly. "And if you do, I'll remind you."

I got off his lap and sat next to him. I sighed as I leaned my head on his shoulder. I felt my stomach flip when he leaned his head on mine.

Neither one of us spoke as we sat in silence, listening to each other's breathing. We looked over when the door was roughly pushed open.

"Okay," Dustin sighed angrily. "What the hell?"

"Dustin!" I giggled.

"Henderson!" Steve yelled.

"You found us! Now you hide and we'll count. 1. . . . 2. . . 3. . . Hey! You're not hiding! That's cheating."

"Wait, what?" Dustin stuttered. "What's wrong with you guys?"

"When I say 'Dustin', you say 'Henderson'!" Steve laughed loudly.

"Can we go?!" Erica yelled. Dustin and Erica turned around and left the bathroom. I sighed as I stood up and brushed off my disgusting uniform.

"Hey," Steve grabbed my hand before we could leave the bathroom.

"Everything okay?" I asked as he pulled me into his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to mine. Before I could kiss him back, he broke away.

"It doesn't matter how much drugs those Russians gave us," Steve whispered, "I don't think I will ever forget our bathroom confessions."

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday x reader - just you, me, and the parasite

Could you do wenclair x venom reader were they don’t know what’s the reader is and they’re both trying to find what they’re are but going through this they both fall in love with the It’s cool that you don’t know to right the pair with the venom reader you could just do one of them if you feel like it, thank you for telling me instead of not just saying anything about it - Anon💜

Looking at the chicken walking across your dorm, you turned to the to the black mass of goo floating next to you and rose a brow.

“Stop bringing him back in!”

“Bob is friend!” Venom grumbled.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him away as you went to go grab the chickens but he quickly took control of your arms.

“Venom!”

“No take friend!”

“Let me go you little bitch!”

“Never!”

You tried to regain control of your arms but you couldn’t, venom grinned happily, grabbing a pen he started to scribble in your homework.

“Dude!”

“I do good.”

You smiled a little and rolling your eyes, looking at the little pictures he had drew as answers and you nodded your head to him.

“You did great buddy.”

He grinned, setting the pen down as he pulled out the extra sheets the teachers had given you.

They were used to this, venom sometimes liked to help you, he enjoyed doing things thinking he was helping you which is something you knew he liked doing.

Yes, he still tried to bite peoples heads off but that was just who he was.

“Someone is coming.” He growled.

He quickly retreated and hid himself away from everyone and just a second later there was a knock at your door.

Walking over, you opened it and smiled at Wednesday.

You knew she’d be trying to figure out what you were for a while, but she still had yet to guess.

“I need you to come with me tonight.”

“What? Why?”

You let her into your room and went back to carrying on with trying to figure out what it is your homework exactly wanted from you.

“Enid has a date.”

You smiled a little.

“About damn time those two idiots got together. Yeah I can come with you, when we leaving?”

“Now.”

Wednesday grabbed your bag and tossed it over to you which you barely just caught.

Standing up, you looked at her in absolute confusion as you dangled the empty bag in your hands.

“I know you sneak you half the town, I know you’ve got things hidden away.”

“Damn nothings sacred…”

Heading to your bed, you pushed it aside and knelt down, prying open a few floorboards, you started to gather the supplies you had hidden under there.

You put everything on the ground and put everything back the way it was, gesturing for the gothic girl to come over which she did.

“Do you need everything?”

“I’ll come to you when I need to hide a body.”

You smirked a little and let her take some things from the pile, some torches, batteries, a small dagger, some hand warmers, a face mask and she held up a few bundles of herbs.

“Clever, with its overwhelming smells lavender and lemon will hide anything.”

“Exactly, add a bit of whatever else you find out there and it blends into the perfect smell of whatever’s around you meaning you can hide in seconds.”

She nodded her head and stuffed those into her bag.

Then you grabbed the rest, stuffing it into your bag.

“Is this such a good idea?”

“You might get to eat someone.”

“This is a good idea.”

You smirked at the voice in your head, you always knew how to win him over. You weren’t stupid, you knew what Venom liked and didn’t like, and what could convince him to do things.

You saw Wednesday heading for your door and you quickly stopped her.

“We’ll get spotted immediately. I’m at the back of the school, here follow me.”

Leaving your bag on the windowsill, you pulled at the vines a little and nodded your head.

You looked behind you to see Wednesday still coming over so you decided to act fast.

“Venom feet…”

The alien didn’t need to be told twice, as you jumped he became your legs, helping you land safely before retreating again.

“How do I get down?”

You pointed to the vines.

Wednesday tossed the bags down to you before she scaled down and you helped her jumped down the rest of the way.

Once she was steady, you let go and handed her her bag.

“Tell anyone and I bury you alive.”

“Secrets safe. Lead the way.”

You let her lead you through the forest, both of you slowly looking around trying to make sure that you were safe and no one was following you.

“Wait, get back!”

Wednesday pulled you down behind some bushes and you looked to her.

She raised a finger to her lips, telling you to be quiet and gestured to listen.

Nodding, you titled your head a little.

“Venom, what can you hear?”

Out of the pair of you he would have the best chance of hearing whatever was going on, and he’d be able to tell you everything that was being said.

He repeated everything, from animals, birds, to some police officers not far off.

You tapped Wednesday on the shoulder.

“Police…” you whispered.

“You can tell they’re police?”

You nodded.

“Tell me what they’re saying.” She demanded quietly.

So while venom told you, you told her, and you both had to stay there until nearly an hour when the officers left and you both went to investigate but there was no trace of them.

“Nothings happened recently, why would they be here?” You asked.

Venom took control of your legs, taking you over to somewhere and he crouched down so you could see.

“This.”

You reached out and picked it up, sleeves covering your hands.

You stood up and walked back over to Wednesday showing her what it was.

“A bit of someone’s shirt?” You asked.

Wednesday frowned even more as she looked at it, nodding her head.

Wednesday looked at you as you looked around before staring off into space, it was something she noticed quite a bit.

It was almost as if you retreated into your own head, like someone was still there moving your body and such but you weren’t there.

She noticed the way you were staring off into the distance, and the way your fingers flexed at your side.

“Run!”

You grabbed her hand, and without giving her much of a choice you dragged her after you.

“What?! Let go!”

Wednesday snatched her hand back but she carried on running.

Whatever it was you couldn’t out run it, because before you knew it you were spinning around, grabbing Wednesday by her hands, you tossed her aside just to get thrown back, claws raking across your skin.

“Swap!” Venom yelled.

He quickly took charge, your body changing, growing taller, reflective black goo surrounding your body, and venom smirked, snapping his jaws a couple of time.

The charged forward, kicking the monster back and into a tree.

“Tag!” He sneered.

Wednesday could only hide as you, if she could even call it that, did everything to stop the creature from getting closer to her.

Her eyes were glued to what used to be you, and she watched as the monster finally ran away, realising this wasn’t a fight it could win, and Wednesday stood up.

“What the hell are you?” She asked.

There was no emotion to her voice as you turned around.

Venom released half of your face so you could look at her.

“We are venom.” You both said.

Venom let your face go fully, popping up as a little head on your shoulder and you looked around, gesturing for Wednesday to grab the bags.

“I’ll I’ll explain when we’re back at the school but we need to go.”

Wednesday accepted this and tossed the bags up to you and you held them, still using venom as a suit of armour.

Even as you got to the school his still held a protective defence around you.

You tossed the bags through your window and held your hands clasped together, giving Wednesday a boost through the window before venom easily lifted the pair of you up.

You closed the windows and sat on the bed, and the creature popped his head out again, travelling around the room.

Wednesday watched him for a minute before she turned to you.

“Why’re you still like that if we’re back?”

“If he takes it away I’m going to bleed out, venom doesn’t take injuries like we do, and if I get hurt he can heal it, but these are pretty deep do they’re going to take a while.”

“You’d be dead without me.”

“I’d be free without you little bitch, stop trying to cook!”

Wednesday watched as the pair of you bickered back and forth like siblings would.

She was completely fascinated, and as much as she hated to admit to, and would pour bleach down her throat before ever telling anyone, it was what made her fall in love with you a little more

[lgbtsana]

SOOBIN – LAST CHRISTMAS

— soobin txt one-shot

the realities of your boyfriend being an idol felt all too real on that day. you never expected it to come, you both were happy and he never showed any sign of being upset with your relationship.

you tearfully stared at him, listening to him tell you he wanted to break up. you noticed him stretch out his hand to wipe your tears, but you smacked his hand away. while you had noticed his hurt expression, you ignored it. you were dealing with your own emotions as well.

"did i do something wrong, bin?" your voice cracked, your eyebrows creasing together. he shook his head, "no, i did."

yet, he said nothing more, leaving you to think he cheated on you. when, in reality, his manager found out about his relationship and let the pd know. but, he didn't tell you that.

he couldn't risk a relationship scandal, it was the peak of his career. soobin even knew that, but he loved you so dearly, he couldn't let you go. but then, the pd found out.

the glistening white snow reflected the sun into the soft colors of your room. squinting, you slowly opened your sore eyes. you cried yourself to sleep, the usual person who hushed your cries from your constant nightmares wasn't there anymore, only adding to your sobbing.

stretching out your body, you sat up on your bed, letting your legs dangle off the side. you quickly rubbed your eyes before heading into the bathroom.

you sat and stared in the mirror. the under-eye bags were in plain sight, very noticeable. you haven't had a good night's rest since the breakup.

a heavy sigh left your lips, "time to get ready for the day, i guess..." as much as you didn't want to admit it, you knew you missed soobin. you made sure to steer away from any articles about his group or him.

but, of course, as you turned on your tv today, he and his group were performing. you couldn't help but sit and listen. they were good performers, even if you had to admit that.

your phone's notification sound went off and you turned as it lit up. noticing a text from soobin, you felt confused.

bin <;3: hey, can i come to your place? you: i'd appreciate if you wouldn't. bin <3: oh,, bin <3: alright, i understand.

you tossed your phone to the side of you and just cried more. it had been 2 weeks, why would he reach out now? but what made you question it more was why he wanted to come to your place?

the questions were eating away at you and it was christmas today, the season of giving.

"one chance?" you whispered to yourself hesitantly before shaking your head. "no, you can do this y/n. don't give in."

soobin stared at his phone, waiting for it to light up again with your message.

"dude, pd is gonna be pissed if he finds out your messaging her." beomgyu placed a hand on soobin's shoulder, who only let out a sigh.

"gyu, i know. i just miss her." his eyes met the floor when kai put a stuffed bear in front of his vision.

"cheer up," soobin looked at kai, who handed him the bear, "i'm sure you'll see her again soon." he gave him a thumbs up, which made soobin give him a short smile.

"maybe send her a bouquet of flowers," yeonjun decided to chime in "i heard girls love those."

"he's right, they do."

"taehyun, come up with a way to cheer him up on your own, dude." yeonjun punched his shoulder gently. "i'll pass."

"what's her favorite flower, soobin?" yeonjun turned to his fellow member and friend, who smiled while reminiscing "she loves pink magnolias."

the next day, you received pink magnolias at your door. earning them a raised eyebrow, you took out the card and read it.

dear y/n, i know you probably don't want to meet up, but i should tell you something i didn't tell you when we broke up. my pd found out about us, he forced me to break up with you. i had no other options. he didn't want a scandal to break out. what i'm trying to say is, i'm sorry y/n. kind regards, soobin

you scoffed at the card but kept the magnolias so they didn't go to waste.

you picked up your phone and sent soobin a text, showing that you wanted to move on. accepting the fact you two can't be together.

you: take this as my last text to you. you: we both need to move on. as you said, you can't risk a scandal, a dating scandal at that. i'm accepting our fate, you should as well.

with that text, you stopped looking at the texts you received from him. and slowly, they stopped coming altogether.

that was the last christmas you contacted him.

A/N: believe it or not, i did have a happy ending planned but decided to go full angst. maybe i'll release the happy ending ver? we'll see ig.

TAGS... angst, heavy angst, idol!soobin, nonidol!y/n ex!soobin, depressed!soobin, depressed!y/n, y'all miss each other so bad.

PERM TAG LIST...

@run2seob

[cherry-romper]

K. Kogane - Friday, 8 o'clock, Terry's place

Warnings: Alcohol, misunderstanding trope, Keith has a sister.

Contains: F!reader. fluff.

not my best work :(

"You will not believe the night that I've had, big guy," Y/N ranted into the room. She was stumbling and slurring her words, clearly intoxicated, as she approached the couch. Her hair, that was once combed into a ponytail, now flowed messily over her shoulders and down her back. Its natural waves framed her face perfectly, and accentuated her large, sweet eyes. Mascara ran down past her rose coloured cheeks that were dusted with faint faux freckles. The eyelashes that she had spent hours expertly applying were now discarded in some bathroom, in whatever bar she was in last. She dressed in a satin black maxi dress that hugged her figure. She thought it went well with the new red-bottoms she he splashed out on last week. Those same heels were now being clumsily removed and tossed carelessly into the corner of the room.

Hunk, Y/N's co-worker-turned-best-friend-turned-flatmate, was sat watching her. He asked himself how she hadn't broken her ankles walking, if you could even call it that, in those heels all night. He had been on his phone, waiting, in his baggy grey sweats and his hand stuffed into a bag of Cheeto's, for her too come home safe. It was an agreement they had; if one goes out, the other would wait up for them.

Before he could ask what was wrong and who ass he'd have to kick, Y/N had launched herself onto the couch with an oof. She wiggled her way up towards were Hunk was sat. "Dude," she started, scooting up to his large figure, he could smell the alcohol on her breath. "Why didn't you tell me Keith had a girlfriend?" She asked woefully, as she began to play the the strings on his hoodie.

Hunk's big brows knitted in confusion, "because he doesn't?"

Y/N blinked a couple times to make sense of what Hunk had just said. "Que?" she asked comically.

"Keith does not have a partner. He isn't involved with anyone, at all."

"Yes he issss, you liar!" Y/N cried out, a bit too loud for the time of night, hitting Hunks chest lightly. Hunk only chuckled at her mannerisms.

"I was at the bar, and d'ya know how I've always liked 'im? Wellll, the alcohol was working miracles, I'll tell ya, I've never had so much confidence in my life. Soooo, I went up to 'im, started chatting 'im up. He seemed kinda into it, so that just boosted my ego. Then," she scoffed, "a woman walked up to the table, two drinks in her hand! She set them down on the table, and sat next to Keith. I looked over to 'im, all confused like, and he was smiling at her! Like he loved her or something! She asked who I was, the audacity, then...then she put a hand on his shoulderrrr," she barely got through the last part of the story before she started balling her eyes out.

Hunk smiled on the inside watching Y/N dramatize the nights events. He began stroking the woman's hair to console her. "You don't need him, gorgeous, he has no idea what he's missing out on." Y/N responded with even louder wailing. "What did you do next, if you don't mind me asking?" he queried.

"I did the only appropriate thing one could do in that situation," she sniffed, jutting out her bottom lip. Hunk raised an eyebrow at her, asking without asking. "I ran away and drowned my sorrows in liquor."

Hunk let out a sigh, hanging his head a little. "Don't sigh at me, mister! I don't see you trying to make anything happen with that bandit guy you like!"

Hunk gave a dramatic gasp, "woah, uncalled for, miss! Plus, that's different!" Aurelia sat up on the coach, ready to argue her case.

"How?" she demanded, "pray tell, how is that any different?"

"Well, for one, HES A BANDIT! He'll break my heart if I go near him. Two, he's always on the run! Three, we are in the military! Do you know how that would look if word got out the we were dating? I'd be relieved of my duties! And not to mention, I don't even know if he likes guys," he said the last part a bit more serious than the rest.

"Yeah but, you'll never know if you don't try!"

"Yeah but, what if he's like, homophobic or something?"

"yeah but, what if he's gay and really likes you?" Y/N encouraged.

The two sat in silence for a second, looking at each other before they both gasped in unison, "What if he's gay and homophobic?"

The two friends burst out laughing, Y/N a bit too loudly, when they were interrupted by a stern knock at the door. The immediate silence was deafening. They cautiously looked between one another.

"Its 3 am, who the hell could that be?" Hunk questioned, a mix of annoyance and fear laced his hushed voice.

"Hell if I know," Y/N got up to answer it, the false confidence of the alcohol still making its rounds in her blood.

Hunk jumped up to stop her, "woah, wait just a second. Its 3 am," he repeated, "we shouldn't answer it."

"Don't be such a wuss! We're trained soldiers for Christs sake!"

"Pilots! We are pilots, Y/N, not fighters!" Before he could protest any further, Y/N had swung the door open so hard its hinges jolted. In the doorway, stood Keith, who looked as though he'd ran all the way to the apartment. Sweat coated his forehead and his chest rose and fell as he desperately tried to steady his breathing. His jacket sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows. His hair, that Y/N could have sworn was slicked back earlier that night, was now wispy and some loose bits were stuck to his forehead. He looked like he was straight out of the 80's. That was just his style, and Y/N found it amusing.

"Y/N, oh my god! are you okay? what happened?" His face changed to a concerned one when he noticed the smudged mascara streaming down her cheeks.

Y/N's once confident façade dropped to an unimpressed deadpan. Without a word, she slammed the door closed in Keith's face.

Hunk stood slack-jawed in the middle of the room. "Y/N, babes, what the fuck?"

"What? I don't have time for 'im! You told me yourself, he's not worth it!" she defended.

"Yeah but, maybe don't slam the door in his face. Are you forgetting he's our superior!?"

The two were once again interrupted by knocking at the door. Y/N let out an angry huff and, once again, marched, albeit clumsily, to the door.

"What do you want, Lieutenant Kogane?" she mocked his name. Keith was taken aback slightly, almost at a loss for words.

"I just wanted to ask if you were alright. You left so suddenly back there, I didn't get to introduce you to Kaylee."

Y/N scoffed, throwing her arms in the air. "Oh, hallelujah, she has a name." Hunk fought back a laugh, wiping more Cheeto dust off his fingers. 

"What's with the attitude?" Keith sounded offended. "I go out of my way to come here and check on you and you're being rude to my sister?"

Silence once again filled the air. Hunk shrunk into himself with how much he was cringing. Y/N just stood, shell-shocked at what she'd just heard. A million thoughts and emotions whizzed through her mind like go-carts on a track.

"Im sorry?" She questioned, breathless.

"Yes, you should be. Kaylee was worried all night she'd done something to upset you. I had to calm her down more than once," Keith was seething. He shifted his weight and ran a hand through his mullet, the other resting on his hip.

"Pause. What did you just say?" Y/N asked, still stood, mouth agape.

"Kaylee was worried?" Keith asked.

"No, the bit before."

"You're being rude to my sister?"

"Yeah. She's ya sister?" Y/N's face lit up in anticipation.

"Yes? What about it?"

Relief rushed over the woman like a wave. "Thank fuck for that!" She responded without thinking.

"Why does that matter?" Keith queried.

Y/N sobered up in that moment. What the hell was she going to tell him? She wanted to say thousand things, she was usually good at making lies up on the spot, but in the face of someone she's admired for years, all that came out of her mouth were a string of gargled excuses.

"Erm, yes, well, uh, you see, I didnt mean- what I was trying to say- I meant that- " Her hands waved around frantically, as though she were swatting away a fly. She looked too Hunk for support.

He held up a dismissive hand in the air, "you made the mess, you get yourself out of it." With that he walked away and into his bedroom.

"Erm..." she started, trying to give herself time to think.

"I'm waiting," Keith edged, impatiently.

"I thought," Y/N sighed in defeat, "I thought the two of you were on a date."

Keith's defensiveness dropped instantly. His angry demeanour now replaced by an apologetic one. "Oh, I see. I'm sorry you thought that."

"Yeah, I thought she was your girlfriend. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I've been drinking and I kinda over reacted back there. I shoulda given you the chance to explain. I reacted emotionally, and got upset over it."

"That's why you're crying? Because you thought I was dating somebody?"

'Shit' Y/N thought. She had to admit, she did feel a little bit uneasy. Yes, she had overreacted but that was because of the alcohol. If she was to admit her feelings here and now she was sure it wouldn't feel genuine, or even worse, they wouldn't be reciprocated.

"I'm sorry, Keith. I don't feel comfortable saying anything right now, even though you can probably already tell. I'm just not acting like myself, I don't want to make the situation it any worse."

A candied smile grew on Keith. His eyes crinkled a little and he let out a small chuckle. "I remember when you used to be such a push over. Always saying yes to things you didn't want to do, and admitting to things you hadn't done, simply because it was easier than to say how you really felt. It's nice to see how much you've grown, Y/N."

She couldn't lie, she was both offended and honoured by that comment. Y/N gave a nod in agreement before Keith continued. "We can talk again when you've sobered up."

"Thank you for understanding," Y/N was grateful that he didn't push her. God knows what she might have said.

"How about you tell me Friday, 8 o'clock, Terry's place?" Keith chuckled at the look of astonishment on her face as he lent again the door frame.

"What?"

"You heard."

"You wanna take me out?" I must be dreaming.

"Yeah. I want to take you out. Shall we call it a date?"

"A DATE?!" Y/N's volume had once again gone above and beyond the acceptable level for the time of night. Another string of noises made its way out of her mouth, much to Keith's amusement.

"Shall I take that as a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes!" Y/N had to stop herself from acting too happy for fear of looking desperate. This cannot be happening she thought to herself. She felt giddy, like a child on Christmas.

"Ill see you there, Y/N." Keith's charming smirk sent the woman's stomach spiralling. He backed away from the door, and took a moment to soak up the woman's form. He bid her goodnight as he began down the hall.

"Goodnight!" She called to him, waving him away. "Be safe getting home!"

"I will."

Y/N then closed the door and lent her forehead against it.

"My my, I don't believe it," Hunk was leaning against the door to his bedroom, arms crossed and a look of disbelief plastered ono his face. Y/N turned to look at him, her expression matching his own.

"Friday, 8 o'clock, Terry's place," Y/N stated.

"Friday, 8 o'clock, Terry's place," Hunk repeated, nodding his head a little.

The two ran too each other, squealing like school-girls, slapping their hands together repeatedly. They both began doing an overexcited jig, Hunk span Y/N around hyping her up, before they crashed into the couch. They lay there for a second, relishing in the moment.

"I'm so happy for you," Hunk said, Y/N smiled up to him. "Maybe now I won't have to listen to your rambling about 'I hope Keith notices me', 'why won't Keith notice me?'" Hunk mocked.

Y/N let out a laugh, "I do not sound like that."

"Uh, yes, you do."

"Shut up and go to bed." Y/N demanded playfully.

"What ever you say, Mrs. Kogane," Hunk teased. Y/N went to chase him to his but stopped when she found she had no energy. Instead she lay on the couch, a peaceful slumber slowly taking hold of her body. 'Friday, 8 o'clock, Terry's Place,' she smiled to herself. 

[maivolpe]

hii! i j read “as long as ur with me” & i love ur writing :3 could i request a very cheesy fic in which reader’s alrdy confessed to bucky & bucky’s rejected them ? ( maybe bc he’s unsure abt his feelings ? ) tony holds a party later & bucky gets jealous ( ooo ~~ ) of the reader after he sees them talking & being close to sam, ( meanwhile the reader’s only talking to sam for help abt bucky ? ) basically mutual pining but reader & bucky just need a push in the right direction ?? thank u either way & i hope u have a nice day ♡Ꮺ៸៸

thank you so much for your kind words :) so sorry for the delay, writer's block hit me like a truck last month so i'm trying to slowly get back into it (this is really lengthy and i don’t like it very much eek) anyways thank you for requesting ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: mentions of alcohol, cursing, knives wc: 1.5k

tony was having yet another party. you swore he never even slept, just drank the night away with whoever was willing to with him. tonight, however, you didn’t have time to lecture him about his coping mechanisms. you had more pressing problems.

exactly a week before, bucky had invited you to spar. you'd jumped at the chance to have such experienced competition, and, if you were being honest, your heart raced when he pinned you. or talked to you, or even just looked at you, anything really. but everyone thought that way. right? right.

he’d let you choose one of his blades to work with, stating that he wanted you to be more familiar with knives. they were much easier to come by than guns, he’d noted.

"move your hand here instead of there... there you go."

"watch your six, good."

and soon enough the critiques turned to compliments, and it was much more of a fair fight. for almost an hour you were evenly matched, each dodging nearly all of the others’ blows.

as time dragged on, bucky started to get distracted. his eyes had flickered away for only a split second, but it was all you needed. you pushed him up against the wall, holding your knife to his throat. your breaths came quick and hard, and you'd stared up at his smirk, just inches from your face.

"careful there," he'd breathed. "you want to stab your opponent, not kiss them."

and with a rush of confidence, you'd cocked your head.

"would it be so bad?"

recognition dawned in his eyes, and that was the last thing you saw before a flash of metal overtook your vision. his knuckles had struck your ribs hard, and you went flying. he’d stalked out of the room and left you sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath.

ever since then, you’d been stuck in a whirlpool of emotions, keeping yourself confined to your room whenever you could. your ribs were bruised along with your ego, and altogether you just felt terrible. what were you thinking? what posessed you to leave a thought you would've been embarassed to even think, just floating in the air like that? and now tony was hosting this party, and the last thing you wanted to do was go.

well, maybe you'd get something to drink.

the room was flooded with people, packed to the brim with journalists, celebrities, and some uninvited partiers that had found their way in. trying to avoid conversation, you found yourself, drink in hand, tucked away in the corner of the room with sam.

“i feel so stupid, sam.”

“dude, i’m sure it’s not that serious. he probably just freaked out a little. and besides, i mean, look at you!” he motioned towards your dress, giving his hands a shake to emphasize how it flattered your figure.

“listen, though,” he continued. “just give him some time. he’s one to avoid any and all confrontation, but he’ll come around. with some nagging, maybe.”

you laughed. “thank you. i’m sorry for bothering you about this, i know it’s not super important.”

“it’s super important to you,” he pointed out, stuffing an hor d'oeuvre in his mouth. “‘s ‘mportant t’me by default.”

“ew, sam.”

bucky, in the meantime, was livid.

he’d come down just to grab a drink, or five, because the serum made it particularly tough for him to be inebriated. in the two minutes he was downstairs, of course he’d caught a glimpse of you, the very person he was trying to avoid. and you looked beautiful.

the party spilled out of open doors, people clambering in for a glance at tony. many shoved past him at an attempt to get closer to the middle of the room. it was a security nightmare, and also, he couldn’t hear anything.

he saw sam leaning in, whispering something to you, gesturing to your body? and you were laughing? as if his week hadn’t been bad enough, you’d moved right on from him. he wasn’t mad at you, he could never be. but sam?

“i need some air,” he grumbled to no one in particular. he pushed past waves of partygoers, keeping his head down, and slipped away through the first door he found.

across the room, you felt your heart sink to your stomach. you’d only seen bucky for a moment, and despite your determination to be happy, the look of revulsion on his face made you want to crumble.

“sam, i- i need some air.”

he nodded, brushing crumbs off of his chin and waving as you ducked through the crowd, dodging drinks and people alike. your ears rang, and even the silence of the elevator was deafening when the doors slid shut.

you tumbled out of the elevator as soon as the doors slid open, steadying yourself on a nearby doorknob. the wind whipped around your body, sending goosebumps down your arms and stinging your eyes. it was far too cold to be out on the roof, but where else was there to be?

you crept closer to the edge, perching on the roof so that you could see the city moving below you. cars and trucks whizzed by, oblivious to your existence. you found the bright colors of the stoplights blurring in your vision.

you were quickly learning that your emotions would always get the better of you. no matter how determined you were, they always took control.

the maintenance door behind you creaked open, and you whirled around to see who had found you. the glint of metal under the spotlights told you all you needed to know, and you quickly turned away.

“are you… crying?”

“no,” you sniffed, swiping fruitlessly at your tears.

"okay."

bucky lowered himself down next to you, stretching his legs to let them dangle off of the roof. he left a good space between the two of you, and you couldn't even bring yourself to hope he'd close the gap.

there was silence for a few moments, where neither of you dared to even breathe, much less look at each other.

"i was wrong," he whispered.

"what?"

“i said, i was wrong."

it was louder this time, but left you just as confused. was it guilt or pity that compelled him to make such a statement? either way, you shook your head. he couldn't be left thinking that way for simply feeling what he felt.

"no, you're not wrong. i was way too forward, and i made you uncomfortable. maybe you didn't have to lay me out like that, but that was a justified response. it's perfectly fine that you don't want me."

"but i do want you."

a puff of air escaped his lips with the words, visible in the frigid night. it dissipated as you turned the words over in your mind. you toyed with your fingers, afraid you'd misheard him. afraid you'd dreamed up the whole thing.

"i do want you. i've wanted you since i met you, the way you throw your head back when you laugh, the way you smile at me when you think i'm not looking, the way you hum along to every song, all of it. i just..."

he took a deep breath, and you could've sworn his hands had a little shake to them.

"it's... crazy. like shit, doll, i've hardly even talked to a girl in seventy years, and there you were lookin' beautiful, and talkin' about kissing me, and i just... didn't know what to do."

you nodded, gathering enough courage to peek up at him. he was watching you wistfully, emotion you'd never seen in him before displayed plainly on his face.

he looked away, though, shaking his head. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything. especially since you have that thing going on with sam now."

you wrinkled your nose. “what thing?”

“i, uh,” he started, clearing his throat, “i saw you guys talking. you looked happy.”

you giggled, smiling for what felt like the first time in forever. "about you, buck. i was worried about you. did you think i was making a move on sam?"

"maybe," he said sheepishly.

“he was helping me, or trying to, because i really messed up. i really do like you, james.”

his face softened at that, eyes widening at your confession. "in that case, i want- if you want to, i mean, i don't want to force anything-"

you reached over and took his hand, relishing the feeling of it slotting perfectly into your grip. "i want to."

"well, c'mere then."

he tucked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, smiling down at you.

“can i kiss you now?” you breathed.

he answered by pressing his lips to yours, and it felt as though you melted into him for a moment. the colors dancing across your eyes were no longer from the traffic lights, but the dizzying happiness fizzing in your body, like the bubbles in a champagne glass.

he pulled away for a moment, and your heart pounded, afraid you’d messed something else up. but he only smiled at you.

“that felt really good.”

and before you could say “yes, it did,” his hands were cupping your face and he was pressing another gentle kiss to your longing lips.

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ko-fi ♡

[allzelemonz]

Flipped: Sean MacGuire X Male Reader X Kieran Duffy

Fictober Prompt: Day 16, Gentle threesome, Double penetration Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: threesome, rimming, kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, double penetration, fluff, smut, guys being dudes Summary: Sean’s big mouth ends up with you taking both he and Kieran at the same time.

On the average night, it’s you that’s paying them attention. Both needy, one a brat and the other well behaved. It can get hard to balance, so sometimes it’s nice to just let things happen.

“Who knew ya could get so desperate, love.” Sean smiles.

His mouth tastes like you, his slobber coating your rim where Kieran now presses his fingers. It was a stupid dare from Sean that brought this about. As usual, he was being a brat. He bragged that he could take both you and Kieran if he wanted to, you said he’d be a shivering mess the whole time.

Let’s see you do it then, big man.

Sean went at you with his tongue first, the man all too good at using his mouth in every situation. Now you're slicked and Kieran works you open with pomade for good measure while Sean distracts you and muffles the groans that escape when Kieran hits the right spots. It’s not that they haven’t fucked you before. In fact, Sean has a great love for both you and Kieran riding him. Kieran prefers being closer to you, intimate and cuddly fucking. But, both of them filling your ass concerns you. Despite your mocking, Sean might’ve been the better choice. He has much more experience as the taker, always the first to volunteer laying himself out or bending over for you or Kieran. But it’s too late to back out now.

“How… uh, how’re we doin’ this?” Kieran asks, pulling his fingers out to soothingly rub your thigh.

Sean chuckles, spit lingering between you as he pulls away from your kiss. “Ya lay on yer back, him on top a’ ya, the me on him. Easy.”

Kieran blushes a bit at the image. “Are ya ready, darlin’?”

You meet his eyes, though your vision seems blurry from all of the attention. “Y-Yeah, ready.”

“Go on then, Kiery.” Sean grins. “On yer back.”

Kieran flushes further at Sean’s silly nickname and lays back on his bedroll. Sean helps you move, getting you up onto Kieran like you’re about to ride him. Kieran’s hand automatically finds your hip, the other holding his aching dick still to help you move as you lower yourself onto him. You nearly collapse from the stimulation. All that buildup makes you think you’re not going to last very long.

“Ya alright, darlin’?”Kieran asks softly, holding you as you hunch down into him. “Ya wanna take a minute?”

You shake your head. “Just get it going.”

Sean’s hands find your legs, easing them to relax. “I good ta get in ya, love?”

“Go ahead.” You say through deep breaths.

He does it slowly, clearly giving you warning as he circles around where you and Kieran are connected. He presses his fingers alongside Kieran, trying to make room for himself. Slowly, they lift your hips up so they can press their dicks alongside each other, then they help you back down. Twice the stretch makes you need to muffle your noises in Kieran’s shoulder. It burns and aches and feels wrong for the first minute, but you adapt and the full sensation takes over. Stuffed full on your sweethearts’ dicks, both of them whispering praises and giving gentle touches, you’ve never felt better in your life.

“God, I love ya idiots.” Sean mutters, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

Kieran and you both laugh lightly, finding each other’s lips for a kiss.

“You can start now.” You say, burying your face back into Kieran’s shoulder. “Just start slow.”

“A’ course.” Kieran says, kissing your head.

Sean wiggles his hips a bit, making you groan. “Sorry, love. I’ll do my best.”

He’s the first to slide, rubbing your walls and Kieran’s dick in the process. Kieran’s head dips back against his pillow as you move your hips a bit, the three of you feeling all new sensations. Kieran’s hands steady on your hips so he can start moving himself. He thrusts up at the awkward angle as Sean tries to match him. The rhythm is messy and uncoordinated, but it doesn’t really matter. Being fucked so full feels amazing and the sounds your lovers make go straight to your dick

“Gimme yer hand, Kiery.” Sean mutters, reaching his hand out.

Kieran obliges, letting his hand leave your waist. Sean guides them both to your dick, stuck between you and Kieran. Their hands wrap around you and the noise you have to muffle makes you think you should’ve done this far out in the woods where no one could hear you.

All at once, Sean speeds up and guides both him and Kieran to pump you fast. Kieran thrusts with Sean, just not quite at fast. It still feels damn good. The full state of your ass and the hands gripping so nicely at your dick make you cry out as you cum. Sean picks up his pace, following you fast. Kieran fucks you through it all, trying to find his own end. His hands find your head, pulling you from his shoulder to give you a kiss as he lets go. Sean has slumped against your back and you feel more than spent by the time Kieran stills inside you.

“Christ alive.” Sean mutters. “We gotta do that again, boys. Tha’ was…” He groans, attempting to pull out but stopping. “Don’t think little Sean wants ta leave.”

Kieran catches his breath, smiling up at you. “Maybe if we get on our sides it’ll be easier.”

You nod, shifting slightly to let them both move with you.

Sean pulls out first, sliding with ease this time and collapsing back onto the bedrolls. Then Kieran, carefully pulling out and giving you a kiss and a smile.

“Ya feel alright?” Kieran asks, his hand cupping your cheek. “It hurt?”

“A little.” You wince, trying to find the right way for your legs to rest.

Sean shuffles behind you before holding a bottle in front of your face. “Thought I’d be the one needin’ it.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek as you take the bottle from him, a painkilling tonic. It was great, but it’ll be a long time before the three of you do this again. And it’ll be Sean next, just to prove a point.