#fridged m’lady

[kismetmoon]

they’re gonna execute the Mother to elevate the Man

[ID: a digital painting of an original stylised Flatland character, referred to as Mother.

Mother is a humanoid character with dark grey skin, clawed blurry disembodied hands and a sharp point on top of her head.

She has a light grey veil-like covering over her face, which also drapes down her back. The veil has a circle marking in the centre. She is wearing a long grey dress with long angel sleeves that end in ruffled cuffs and a skirt that rests on the floor, a dark grey sash around her waist and a dark grey pelerine.

She is facing directly forward, with her arms held out to her sides and her hands splayed open. She is stood in a white arched doorway above a light grey floor with a large dark red circle behind her head, akin to a halo. The light from the doorway is illuminating the surrounding pitch black space. There are two thin trails of blood coming from under the veil that go down her neck and onto her pelerine.

End ID].

additional shots including the initial rough draft and plain line work that i like under the cut <3

[ID: three images that show the same illustration as above, but with as different versions. The first image is the uncoloured line work version, the second is a rougher sketch version with a dark grey background and white star-shaped halo, and the third image is the exact same as above but Mother is farther away. End ID].

[sweetshuga]

𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝟣𝟦 ✧ 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

𝒘𝒄. 𝟨𝟥𝟤

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔⚠ fluff, light back n’ forth, oral (f!), pussy-drunk, a bit of dry humping, pet names, strong language.

You were craving chocolate chip cookies and so you decided to make some, with your boyfriend of course. "Can you get me the chocolate chips from the freezer?" Chris raised his eyebrows, "you put the chocolate chips in the freezer?" he chuckled. "Uh, yeah? I wanted it nice and cold, now go and fetch ’em for me, pretty boy."

He laughed softly, his smile widening at the pet name as he shuffled towards the fridge, taking the bag of chocolate chips before returning back to you. "There you go, m’lady," he grinned, handing the bag to you. You giggled loudly and took it, matching his grin with an ever wider one as you poured in the chocolate chips into the batter you and Chris made.

His chest had flour all over it, your hand print on his shoulder, and it didn’t help that he had a black t-shirt on. "Fuck, you did me dirty ma, look at my shirt," he said, dusting some of the flour off. You put your hands on your hips, "oh? You’re complaining? Look at me, you literally threw a handful of flour on my hair." Howling in laughter as he finally saw the evidence of his mischief, nearly bending in half from throwing his head back.

"How’d I not see that?" he gasped out, clutching his stomach from laughing too hard before he pulled you closer, wrapped his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin. "Mhm, you fit so perfectly in my arms," he cooed as he swayed you both dramatically from side to side, causing giggles to bubble out of you.

"You taste so fuckin’ sweet, did y’know that?" he murmured against your pussy, his face buried between your thighs and hands parting your legs as wide as it could go. Chris’ tongue lapped at your clit before wrapping his lips around it to suckle on it, eliciting soft moans from you. He could feel himself growing painfully hard, precum probably leaving a patch of wetness behind on his pants.

His tongue swirled around your clit as he sucked before releasing it with a wet pop. He didn’t waste any time, immediately parting your folds with his fingers before delving his tongue into your tight cunt. Your pussy sucked his tongue in, greedy for more and he obliged, pushing his tongue as deep as it could go before starting to fuck you with it.

Chris’ hips moved slowly, rubbing his boner against the bed in time with the slow thrusts of his tongue into your warmth. He could feel your fingers tighten their grip on his hair, your back arching slightly as his tongue moved faster. "O—h," you moaned, "Chris, I’m s’close, right—fuck, right there." He replaced his tongue with two of his long digits, crooking them upwards to rub that spongy spot—your g-spot.

You could feel your orgasm approach rapidly when he used the combination of g-spot and clit stimulation. Your back arched, breathing growing ragged as your hips almost moved on its own, riding his face. Chris redoubled his efforts, wanting– no, needing to feel you come apart on his face. "C’mon, baby, fuckin’ come on my face," he demanded, groaning, the vibrations sending goosebumps down your spine.

A few more suckles on your swollen nub along with his fingers deftly working your insides, and you were climaxing—hard. Your thighs trembled around his head as your fingers tugged at his hair strands, loud moans and gasps exiting your parted lips as his tongue and fingers expertly prolonged your high, not letting you get down from that euphoric feeling.

You could feel your second orgasm close by, but it probably wouldn’t be the last since Chris had already put the cookies away after having planned to keep you entertained the whole evening.

𓆩♡𓆪

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[freshlove-sturn]

house on the cape IV

pt 1, pt2, pt3, pt4

a/n: FINALE!!

summary: when the triplets come back home from la, they reunite with their favorite summer tradition, staying in the house on the cape. amidst all of the familiar laughter, and reminiscing on old memories, y/n can’t ignore the feeling stirring in her heart. something that went deeper than friendship. as she grapples with the fact that her feelings for her lifelong best friend, matt, are more than what’s just at the surface, she must learn to navigate and balance the unspoken feelings, and the gut wrenching fear of risking it all.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

nick, chris, and nate had all just left to go pick up food, leaving matt and i by ourselves.

i sit perched on the counter top, matt has his body leaned up against the counter across from me. music plays softly from the tv. it’s nearing midnight, the only light illuminating the room coming from the street lights shining through the windows.

“i’m kinda sad this is our last night.” matt says.

“me too.” i agree. “it’s been so fun.”

i cherish every moment with matt. especially ones like these, where it’s just the two of us. ever since he moved across the country, i realized just how much i took for granted. before he left, i had real interactions to pine over and over romanticize. but now, i just have texts to dissect. and when him and his brothers are back in boston, they want to spend as much time as possible with friends and family, rightfully so. so it’s rare to have matt all to myself like this, even if it were just for a little while.

“whatcha thinkin’ about?” matt’s soft voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

i hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “i’m just gonna miss you.”

“i’m gonna miss you too y/n. a lot. i always do.”

something about the way he added that he “always” misses me makes my heart skip a beat.

“but hey let’s not think about that right now, alright? we’re with each other now and that’s all that matters, right?” he smiles sweetly at me, making it damn near impossible to be upset.

just before i could say anything, the first few notes of “fade into you” by mazzy star play through the speakers of the tv. we immediately look at each other. we coined it as our song years ago, when it played at a family friends wedding, being the very first song we had ever slow danced to. ever since that day, whenever it played while we were together, it was practically a requirement that we dance.

matt smiles cheekily at me, walking toward my spot on counter. he extends his arm, holding his hand out for me to take.

“may i have this dance, m’lady?” he smiles.

“of course.” i take his hand, and he gently helps me off of the counter.

he leads me over to the middle of the kitchen, opening the refrigerator for more light.

“classy.” i giggle, bringing my arms up around his neck. he places his hands on either side of my hips.

the cool air from the fridge contrasts the warmth of his hands, as well as the heat of my cheeks. we begin to sway, our steps falling into pace perfectly. i can almost feel the world around us melt away, leaving us in our own little world, a world where us in this moment is the only thing that matters.

the light from the refrigerator casts a soft halo around our bodies as we moved in sync. matt’s familiar gentle touch feels so different. like there was more to it than just participating in a silly tradition we came up with. as my heart races, i wonder if he can hear it.

i rest my head against matt’s chest, and i soon feel the weight of his chin press against the top of my head. after a few moment, i look up at him. our eyes meet, and for a second i swear i can see a flicker of something more. something that goes deeper than friendship, but then that moment passes just as quickly as it came, and we’re back to being two best friends dancing in the glow of the refrigerator light.

matt gives me a playful smile before intertwining our fingers and spinning me around. the motion slow and tender, as the air brushes across my face in a gentle breeze. while my body twirls, everything around me becomes a soft blur, the one thing remaining the same however was matt’s gaze fixated on me.

when my body stills and we come back to facing each other, my arms find his neck again, and his hands come back to their place on my hips. our laughter fills the room.

“we’re getting prettty good at that if i do say so myself.” matt smiles cheekily.

“i think so too.” i giggle.

our eyes remain on each other, but our faces closer now than they were before. matt’s breath mingling with mine.

time seems like it has halted to a stop. it feels as though matt’s lips have a magnetic pull, every second threatening to close the gap between us. something that i craved, but i could never bring myself to act on.

that’s when the front door opens, forcing us to act casual. my hands drop back to my sides, and matt folds his across his chest as the boys file into the kitchen with pizza boxes.

“why do i feel like we’re interrupting something?” nate questions, looking between the both of us.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

i lie in bed, staring at the ceiling above me. my mind is racing. although the room around me is dark, the thoughts swirling around my head are anything but. keeping me awake. i toss and turn, searching for a comfortable position, wanting nothing more than to sleep. something to turn off my mind. my feeling for matt eating away at me.

i knew i needed to confess my feelings for him before it was too late, but the fear of what might happen if i do keeps me awake.

for years, i’ve teetered the edge of friendship and something more with matt. our every interaction acting as a breeze, threatening to knock me off. threatening my feelings for him to spill out of me in a confession that could potentially ruin everything.

matt is my best friend. he always has been. and risking that was nothing short of terrifying. but the thought of never knowing if we could ever become something is almost scarier. my heart aches with the unspoken words.

a wave of realization and courage crashes over me. i knew my only way to find peace was being honest with myself and matt. i can’t keep living in this abyss torn between hope and fear. the what ifs and buts.

it’s like i lose all control of my body when i stand up from bed and move towards my door. on a mission to be completely honest with matt.

the door handle is cold in my grasp, i pull it open and to my surprise, im met with matt’s blue eyes on the other side.

we stare at each other in shock for a second before matt speaks.

“fuck it.” he says under his breath before speaking again. “look y/n, this has been killing me forever and i- shit. we’ve been friends for so long. you’ve always been my person and ive jusy been too scared to say anything because i didn’t want to lose this with you but i seriously can’t keep it to myself anymore. i love you. and not just as a friend, like im IN love with you y/n. and i have been for so fucking long. i had to tell you because you deserve to know. i completely understand if this is a lot to take in but i-“

“i love you too matt.” i cut him off, looking up at him. a smile tugging at my lips.

i felt a rush of warmth encase my chest. a mix of happiness and disbelief showering over me. was this seriously happening? all those years of hoping, wondering, and longing for this moment— suddenly it all became real.

matt’s lips crash into mine with a sense of pent up desperation. i kiss him back. his lips feeling even better than i had imagined. it felt so natural, so right. this was meant to happen. our lips danced together in a perfect rhythm, smooth and sweet like honey.

matt pulls away for a second. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that” he smiles.

“me too.” i say, trying to catch my breath.

matt peppers my lips in sweet pecks, his hands cupping my cheeks.

“so… what now?” i ask.

“i guess we try this out.” matt’s forehead presses against mine.

“i guess so.” i smile.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

i wake up, one of my legs draped over matt’s, my arm rested on his chest and my head barked in the crook of his arm.

i look up at his sleeping face and smile. i brush his hair out of his face, causing him to wake up.

he smiles down at me. “good morning pretty girl.” his voice tired and gravelly.

i could definitely get used to that nickname.

“morning” i smile back at him.

after a few minutes, we decide to go join everyone else out in the living room.

as soon as we become visible to the 3 of them, their jaws immediately drop.

“no fucking way.” chris says, shocked. looking around at the others and then back to us.

“about fucking time. i didn’t know how much longer i could be the middle man. do you know how hard it is to listen to yall yap about being in love with each other and being scared about it not being reciprocated, knowing full well the other feels the exact same way?” nate asks. causing both of us to smile.

“you have so much explaining to do.” nick tells us, looking back and forth between us.

“i called it. did i not? nick you owe me 50 bucks.” chris makes a forking over motion with his hand.

“no shot you bet on us getting together.” matt shakes his head.

who knew that i would fall in love, and get together with the boy of my dreams all at the same place?

i couldn’t help but smile. i finally had what i’ve wanted and craved more than anything for years.

and it was all thanks to the house on the cape.

✧･: *✧･ﾟ:* the end ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

a/n: I HOPE YALL LIKED THIS SERIES!!!

taglist: @ribread03 @billy9669 @lovesturni0l0s @p4lxouterbanks @blablablabla2525 @bbernard-03 @sturniololvrrr @hayhjelmstad15

[aiwokure]

Day 1 - Baking

Nico Robin x F!Reader, F!Reader & Sanji

Desc: [y/n] attempts to bake a “Sorry for trying to kill you cake” for Robin with the help of resident Loverboy Sanji - shenanigans ensue.

WC: 1.4k

CW: Possibly OOC Sanji, Attempts at Humor, Sanji is very passionate about his job, slight Perv!Sanji

continuation of this - [click here]

banner by @/cafekitsune

This is so stupid… [y/n] sighs after checking for the umpteenth time that Robin and Nami were asleep before leaving the room and heading to the kitchen. The hallways were dimly lit and the ship rocked gently with the waves, as if to soothe her racing thoughts. When she arrived at the galley, the (now retired) mercenary couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow at the excessive amount of locks on the fridge and pantry. “Well, so much for that I guess.” [y/n] mumbles to herself, preparing to exit.

The (h/c) woman didn’t even turn around fully before Sanji bursts into the kitchen. His leg was raised with smoke coming off the bottom of his shoes, eyes promising death. “I told you that if I catch you in here again I’d-!” A moment of silence was shared between the two, [y/n]’s was bewildered confusion, and Sanji’s was utter humiliation. Red slowly crept up his neck all the way to his hairline as he quickly put his leg down and motioned towards her.

Every step the blond took forward, [y/n] took two back. “Is threatening medical patients a common thing here or did I miss some memo?” Sanji tugs on the roots of his hair in distress, a garbled noise sneaking past his throat. Upon realizing how foolish he looked from physically displaying his mental state, the chef straightens himself out by fixing his hair and clearing his throat. He then, in a much more composed tone, responds.

“My sincerest apologies m’lady, there’s been a certain pest,” Sanji’s ire was clear as day, his jaw slightly clenched at the mere memory of Luffy attempting to squeeze past the chains, “that loves to pillage through the pantry at night.” [y/n] hums, mildly intrigued but not enough to ask for more details. “How fortunate for you that I’m no pirate then, hm? I do need these unlocked though.” She nods to the locked pantry and fridge.

“Oh! If you’re hungry I can whip you up something, anything that you want! I can’t allow such a beautiful woman like yourself to do labor. Even more so with your injuries.” Sanji moves swiftly, beginning hygienic preparations so he can cook. [y/n] flusters faintly at his eagerness, but even more so at telling him her true intentions.

It was already strange having the crew be so accommodating and kind to her despite her attempt on Robin’s life.

“No, uh, I’m not hungry, thank you.” The blond stills, turning in disarray. There was a secondary moment of silence, [y/n] growing more awkward at watching Sanji try to figure out why she was in the galley. “So...is there anything that I can help you with?” Fiddling with the edge of the counter, [y/n] finally confesses. “I, um, wanted to bake a cake. For Robin. An apology cake for the whole ‘gonna kill you’ thing.”

Sanji’s expression grows comically serious, a hand on his chin as he nods in understanding. “Fear not, [y/n]-san, I’ll be your culinary knight and create a cake that not only apologizes but also conveys the feelings of your heart!” He gestures with flourish, spinning around the kitchen with such fervor while unlocking the chains. “How...lovely.” [y/n] began to regret her decision once she saw smokey hearts floating around the kitchen.

“Have you thought of the design? Maybe something floral? How about multi-tiered? Maybe it should be blue like her eyes.” The more the blond swooned, the more agitated [y/n] felt herself get. "Let's keep it simple, chef. A classic round cake with a neat frosting layer. Nothing too flashy; just a straightforward apology cake."

Sanji hummed with consideration, “Sorry, I’d nearly forgotten it was for that. Keeping it simple. As for you, mon cher, take a seat and watch the magic happen. I work better with a lady audience.” He ushers the [h/c] woman out of the cooking area, much to her displeasure. [y/n] tried to vocalize as such until Sanji – as kindly as possible – reminded her of her injury and how “baking takes a lot of wrist work” along with other excuses.

Watching the chef work efficiently and silently turned out to be quite soothing for the ex-mercenary. His little songs that he would hum and the various shapes his smoke would make was entertaining enough to keep [y/n]’s mind off of Robin’s potential reaction to the cake. “So, you knew Robin when you guys were younger huh? What was that like?” Sanji tentatively breaks the silence after placing the cake in the oven.

He offers the batter bowl as payment for [y/n]’s thoughts, which she took. “I don’t remember all the finer details, but she was definitely a little brat. And she wasn’t nearly as good at disguising herself as she is now – which honestly still isn’t that much better. We explored a lot, experienced lots of different cultures. When we were together, I felt like there wasn’t anything that we couldn’t do. I guess that’s why I was so angry at what she did. And to see that she had moved on only infuriated me more.” “It was as if she didn’t trust me to keep her safe, despite everything that I’ve done…” [y/n] thinks back briefly on the bounty hunter and other unfortunate victims that she came across during her journey with Robin. “Sorry if you were expecting a lighthearted story, but ours ended far from sweet.” Sanji shrugs a shoulder in a carefree manner. “We all have are stories, I understand. Hows the batter?” [y/n] gives a small smirk which gets the blond’s heart racing. “Delicious. This will definitely, what did you say again, ‘convey the feelings of your heart’?”

The chef grows further enamored, having been blessed with seeing parts of [y/n]’s personality sneak out. “I’m, uh, gonna go check on the cake. I-It’s probably done by now!” Legs growing weak at the sight of fluttery [e/c] eyes, and nose tingling with the threat of blood, Sanji wills himself to keep it under control.

(In the very deep crevice of his mind, he couldn’t help but to imagine what it would be like to be sandwiched between both Robin and [y/n]. A perv is a perv after all.)

The following morning [y/n] was so fidgety even Luffy can sense it. She couldn’t figure out how to present the cake. Or how to bring up the apology at all, honestly. Robin had seemed so content with just being in her space again that she hesitates to bring up something so heavy. But Sanji keep looking at the [h/c] woman expectantly, brow raised in curiosity.

Chopper became concerned, convinced that [y/n] was still in discomfort from her injuries and was trying to play nonchalant. He offered pain medication, which she refused, to which he responded by placing her on bed rest. Robin chuckled faintly at the exchange, averting her gaze from the scathing [e/c] glare. Dammit, if I’m stuck in bed all day, I’ll never be able to give her the cake… “Doctor, I feel fine, I was just a little in my head about something.” [y/n] attempted to bargain with the reindeer, who briefly stopped to hear her out.

“About what?” “About this!” Sanji exits the kitchen dramatically, cake in hand as he spins around towards the table Robin is sitting at. “For you, mademoiselle.” He gently places the cake down before her with a professional bow. “Hm? ‘Sorry I tried to kill you, that was very immature of me. - [y/n]’ It even has a little drawing, how cute.” Robin’s blue eyes were glowing with amusement, watching her old friend screech in horror.

“I wasn’t ready you damn chef! And why in hell’s name is there a drawing?! I thought we agreed on simple!” Sanji tuts in disapproval, "Ah, [y/n]-san, a simple cake may convey the message, but a grand cake will etch it into her heart forever. I didn’t just make a cake; I crafted a masterpiece that reflected the depth of your feelings." The ex-mercenary could feel the heat rolling off of her face in waves, her jaw was clenched so tight they nearly creaked from the pressure.

Robin coos at [y/n]’s extremely obvious embarrassment, a teasing smile on her lips. “You didn’t have to do all of this, but I do appreciate the gesture, even if it came at your own detriment.” [y/n] eyes the archaeologist hesitantly, as if she doubted Robin’s words. Surely life endangerment isn’t something that should be forgiven so easily, correct? Surely she should have done more than ask for a damn cake to be made, something like swearing to servitude for the rest of her life.

I guess that shows how much she really does like me, huh? Idiot... [y/n] nearly choked on her spit at the realization, a hand shooting up to cover her face which blatantly advertised her thoughts. Steam puffed off the top of her head in the shape of the same foolish hearts that Sanji made the night prior. “I-I’m glad.”

[trentlvrr]

“Have you ever been in love?” - Jude Bellingham

Infooo: oneshot that might become a series, fluff, angst, cursing and I’m not a writer fr so Ntm 🙁 fem reader or pov man idk

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I was waiting outside the club in a sleek black Mercedes. It belongs to my best friend Jude. Jude and I have been friends since birth and our bond is so strong that nothing can break us apart. I was scrolling through my phone til I hear a knock on the door. My eyes widened and I jumped a little at the sudden noise. I looked out the window and it was Jude with a goofy smile. I laughed and rolled the window down. “Open the door” he yell whispered. “Why are you whispering” I yell whispered back. “Because I can” he yell whispered back to me. I laughed. “You’re such a dumbass” I said as I unlocked the drivers door for him. He walked around the car and hopped in. “Thanks” he exclaimed, getting buckled up and putting the car in drive. “No problem” I replied, slapping my hand on his thigh jokingly. He chuckled at my action.

As we were driving all I could do was look at his face, he was beautiful. I’ve had a crush on Jude since elementary and now we’re in college. It’s crazy to think about really. “You like what you see?” Jude says. Which snaps me out of my thoughts. “Um what do you mean?” I ask trying to be oblivious. “You’re staring mad hard at me yk” he exclaims smirking. I roll my eyes. “It’s just because you have something on your face.” I say with a little pettiness in my tone. He checked himself in the rear view mirror. “No I do not” he says while shoving me playfully. I laugh.

Jude pulls into the drive way of his flat and puts his car in park. “Wait here” he says as he gets out and runs to my side of the car. He opens the door and bows slightly, grabbing my hand and leading me out the car. “You’re welcome m’lady” he says winking. I cringe. “You’re so fucking dumb Bellingham” I say as I laugh and let go of his hands. “Oh come on, I thought you’d like that” he said pouty. “Why would I like that?” I ask. “Because your always watching those princess movies and shit” he responds. “Boy bye” I say giggling and walking to the front door. He opens the door and lets me in first. “Ladies first” he says all smiley. “Shut up” I say as I roll my eyes.

Once I got in, I went straight to his fridge. I grabbed the tub of ice cream and sat on the couch. I was channel surfing til a certain channel caught my eye. Streaming was a love story between a regular boy and a princess. They’ve known eachother since forever and they’re both madly in love with eachother but never find out til one magical day. I was so intrigued that I didn’t notice Jude sitting beside me til he grabbed the tub of ice cream. “Hey!” I cry out. He just laughs as I cross my arms and huff.

After a while of watching the movie, jude and I were now cuddled up. My head resting on Jude’s chest. Hearing his heart beat feels so surreal even though we’ve done this like a million times. It feels great and I feel so secure every time. “Viola, I’ve been extremely in love with you since the day I met you.” The boy on the screen exclaimed. “I’ve been in love with you too Thomas” the princess on the screen replies. “Have you ever been in love Jude?” I blurt out immediately regretting it. He backs up to look at me wide eyed before going back to his neutral expression. “What do you mean?” He asks. “Have you ever been in love?” I ask, now sitting up instead of laying on Jude. Jude sits up too and nervously laughs. “Where did this come from?” He asks. “I just wanna know” I say nervously. He chuckles. “Well you know I have no time for love bc I’m balancing football and college-“ I cut him off. “Jude that’s not what I’m asking” I say looking into his deep brown eyes. He sighs. “I mean I guess, I have been” he says. “Have you?” He asks. “Uhm yea something like that” I say. He hums and pulls me back so we can finish the movie.

‘I wish I could just tell him how I feel’ I think to myself. After a while the movie ends and me and Jude are now sitting at his kitchen island. “So uh y/n, who were you in love with?” Jude asks. The question was so sudden that it had me stunned but I answered. “Just this guy from elementary.” I reply. He hums. “What about you?” I ask. “This girl that I’ve known for a while.” He says, not breaking eye contact with me. I start to get nervous. “Oh what’s she like?” I ask. He doesn’t respond. “Come on Jude, we’ve known each other for years, you can tell me.” I say smiling. “Well” he hesitates. “It’s you.”

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“What the hell” I yell while being woken up by my alarm. “Wait all of that was a dream.” I say to myself. “Fuck!” I yell. I groan as I get out of bed. I start getting ready for the day when I hear a knock at my door. I walk to the door and open it. It’s Jude. “Oh hey Jude” I said nervously. “Hey” he says brightly. “You free today?” He asks nervously while showing me two tickets to a movie I really wanted to go watch. “Yes!” I exclaim as I run back to the bathroom. Jude laughs at my antics.

‘The dream might’ve not been real but this date is’ I think to myself as I’m giggling in the mirror. “Yo hurry up y/n” Jude yells through the door. “I’m hurrying!” I exclaim.

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[jordiestardust]

steve harrington x fem (implied) reader, college au, part 1 <3

summary: you’ve never really been fond of steve harrington. but your best friend is his roommate and theyre hitting it off pretty good, so you just might have to see him every day for the next four years. so maybe making him slightly more tolerable wouldnt hurt..

The books weighed heavy in my arms as i stood outside of the crappy off campus apartment my best friend now lives in. Sure, i havent been inside yet, but knowing Eddie, i was 1000% sure that it was some sort of fucked up. I had knocked a few seconds ago, and behind the door i could hear Eddie tripping over shit in his journey to let me in.

“Hellooo, M’lady.” He smiled brightly, taking the top half of my book load, and letting me into the dorm.

“Stop calling me that, asshole.” I snorted, closing the door behind me with a bump of my hip.

“Nope. Not until you finally decide to visit me for a reason other than making me study. We havent even started classes yet, you freak” He chuckled, making his way into the small kitchen area for a what i thought was a beer. Until he pulled two of like 13 juice boxes out of the small fridge.

“Its that.. Is that a juice box, Edward?” “Okay i can explain. My roommate is totally the party animal type, so all my good stuff stays in my room. Actually I think you might, oh i dont know, i think you might know him.” He shrugged, smirking and handing me my juicebox.

“Doubt it, never left Hawkins in my whole life. Now enough bull, I need to finish making my flashcards before classes start, which one is your room?” I said, looking through the doors to find the messier of the two.

“Y/N, Honey, thats not-“ Eddie tried to help, but I was determined to start the stupid flashcards. Until I found out who his goddamn roommate was.

“Your roommate is Steve Harrington?” I looked up at Eddie, who was now leaning against the doorframe, looking at me smugly.

“His roommate is Steve Harrington. Nice to see you four eyes. Someone grew over the summer, lost the glasses too, I see?” He smirked, placing the box in his arms labeled “hair shit” on his bed carefully.

“Im nineteen years old, dickhead. I dont grow anymore, and yes I lost the glasses. Eddie please show me to your room, I would like to start my flashcards”

“Shes still like this? Come on Y/n/n, loosen up a little I mean you got out of Hawkins. Its time for you to learn that life isnt all about having your nose in a book.” He said, leading you and Eddie into the living room as he spoke.

“Aw ive been upgraded from four eyes. Im flattered. And Harrington, youre only here because your daddy has money, so its not like youve ever needed to have your nose in a book.” Before Steve could shoot back, Eddie started speaking.

“Okay so now might not be the best time to mention this, but we are kinda trying to plan a movie night right now. So if you arent going to help, I do recommend going to get your roommate.” He asked, eyebrows raised in amusement, as him and Steve silently agreed over tape choices.

“How the hell did you drag Robin into this already Harrington?” I asked, throwing myself onto their slightly uncomfortable couch.

“What do you mean?,” He smirked, “Buckleys my best friend. She is also on snack duty, so if you decided not to stay, be a doll and tell her to hurry up, would you?”He said, leaving the area to go back to his room for more tapes. I groaned loudly, as Eddie aggressively took a seat next to me.

“You knew, and still let me come over? I hate you so much right now, Munson.” I said, laying my head on his shoulder, his crazy hair falling over my eye’s slightly.

“I know, but Harrintons not as bad as he used to be. I promise, M’lady” I could hear the amusement in his voice as he said that. The two of us just sat there in silence for a bit, until Steve came back, and assigned me to ‘decorate the shitty couch duty’.

“I have homework you know, Steve.” I said, snatching the stack of blankets from him. I couldnt see at the time, but Eddie had literally just walked out of the door.

“And I have a movie night to finish planning.” He stated plainly. Something about him and his indifference towards college was really frustrating. But I guess it was to be expected. Hes Steve Harrington.

“You know, former four eyes,” you rolled your eyes at the new nickname, “Im not going anywhere. Youre going to have to get used to me.” He said, placing the stack of tapes planned for later on the Tv stand.

“Youd be much more tolerable if you werent such a.. A you. You party until three in the morning, and dont care if someone ralphs on your lawn. You dont study, you charm your way into passing grades. And we still ended up in the same school. Theres no getting used to that.”

“Well you know, coexisting with you isnt making my life all sunshine and rainbows either. You study, and you study and you study. You get amazing grades, without having to wink at 100 year old teachers. Your friends like you for.. you, not your parents money. So id say its gonna take a while for me to get used to you too.” We were standing in a very awkward silence now, neither caring if Eddie was standing behind either one of us, and if he was its not like we’d notice.

“I have an idea.” I said. I can’t believe youre doing this Y/n. “You dont like that im smarter than you, right? What if.. What if I helped you study?” I could tell he was skeptical, and so was I. I didnt know what hell i was getting myself into then.

“Whats in it for me?” He said, bending down in front of the couch to start moving the equally shitty coffee table.

“You get to teach me how to have a good time,” Seeing the look on his face I felt the need to elaborate. Loudly, “NOT THAT WAY. I mean you can, take me out on the town or whatever it is you do. Bowling, drinking, dancing, whatever the hell it is you deem fun.” Now he was smiling and I couldnt tell if it was a smile that should make me embarrassed and run full speed, and probably trip, out of the apartment.

“Okay. But, i get to pick where I take you and when. You can pick what we study I guess. Hey maybe that stick thats been up your ass for the last nineteen years will finally disappear.”

“Haha, very funny Steve. Im being serious though. You teach me to not be a prick, I make you less of an absolute dumbass, and hope it makes you more tolerable.” I absolutely could not believe id even offer to do something like this, but there was no way in hell id spend the next four years hating his guts. Im with Eddie 25/8 and apparently hes tight with Robin. Hating Steve would fuck everything up. Which is why i wasn’t entirely suprised when he said,

“Okay. But only because id pay good money to see you consume alcohal, Y/n/n.” He said, a somewhat serious, and very rare, look on his face.

“Cool. Cool cool cool. So you think we should like.. plan it? Or is not planning things part of the Steve Harrington Slutty Popular Rich Kid experience?” I asked, as began to turn the coffee table around to make a little snack stand. Creative.

“Oh it’s definitely part of the experience. But planning might help, hows after the movie sound?”

“I have to study after the movie, Steve. Im already moving it back because of your spontaneous attack movie night. “

“So after the movie? Perfect”

A/N: posting is literally so inconsistent but i have like a total of 45 minutes of free time every day- but once i get my schedule n stuff down ill def post more😍🤞 so p2 prob coming soon! if u have ideas for this mini series dm me im so uncreative rn💀

[shesinshambles]

hi hi! if you still take requests i would absolutely love some soft mary comfort/smut. maybe reader is having a bad day and they show just how much you mean to them. fluff, a warm bath together (where things ensue *waggles eyebrows*), then off to bed holding each other tight. i don’t really have anything in mind for what the smut involves, exactly. i’ve just always loved the idea of soft mare consoling his partner on a bad day and a romantic bath with him. :)

Hi anon :) Yes I always take requests and hope this is what you were looking for! 18 + under the cut

Bath-time with Mary

“Hello?” You call out as you shuffle through the door, dropping your bag on the floor. It slides off your shoulder with a heavy thud and you lean back against the door, blowing your hair out of your face. You’re greeted by silence, the buzzing of your old fridge. Mary hasn’t come back yet. Good, you think, as drag your feet all the way to your bedroom and flop down face first onto the mattress. You can cry in peace.

It hadn’t started well. You forgot to set your alarm which meant you woke up late and had to skip your shower and rush to get dressed. No coffee. No solid 30 minutes of pessimistic staring at the wall as you drank said coffee and ate breakfast. Just pure chaos. And then your car wouldn’t start so you had to take the bus into work, and that reminded you you’d have to try to find a garage open on the weekend, lovely. It would have been fine, annoying, but fine, if that had been all. But it seemed that when one thing went wrong for you, everything else fell apart with it. Your boss yelled at you for being late even though you told them about the car, two people had already called in sick, like that was your problem. And then to make matters worse your friend was passively guilting you for having to back out of your weekend plans, Annnnd, you’d forgotten to eat so now you were woozy and your head was splitting. The tears started to flow and you snuffled into your pillow. What a great Friday.

The sound of a key turning in the lock startled you out of your pity party and you wiped your eyes and nose with your sleeve as Mary burst through the door, boisterous and brimming with energy.

“Babe!” The bedroom door slammed open and you buried your face a bit deeper into your pillow. The sound of heavy combat boots thundering across the room making you flinch. “It’s Friday!” Mary threw himself back on the bed, and you jostled about still clinging to your pillow as you felt your partner stretch out next to you.

“Sure is,” you mumbled.

“So here’s what I’m thinking,” Mary starts listing off all their plans for the evening but it just sounds like radio static as you swallow around the growing lump in your throat. “We hit up Katacombes, have a drink see what’s up, if the music’s shit we go to that karoke bar round the corner, some of the gang’ll be there. Doth m’lady have any objections?” All Mary gets from you is a wet sniffle. “Babe?” Mary’s voice softens and they lay a hand on your shoulder. “Everything okay?”

“Yeahh,” your voice cracks and you wince at how unconvincing it sounds.

“Hey,” Mary murmurs, rubbing your shoulder and pulling the pillow out of your grasp with his other hand. You let it slide from your fingers and when you open your eyes you find Mary’s soft green eyes regarding you with concern, face pinched.

“Hey,” you whisper, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. A rough-padded thumb wipes them away.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” Mary asks you softly. You shake your head, shoulders heaving with sobs as you fully crumble. Mary pulls you in and you bury your face in his ratty tee. “Hey, it’s okay,” they whisper, kissing your hair and rubbing soothing circles into your back. “Rough day?” Your grip on their shirt tightens as you nod your head. “M’kay,” Mary whispers, kissing your head again.

“I’m sorry Mare,” you choke. “I don’t want to ruin your plans, but I-I really don’t wanna go out tonight.” He squeezes you tighter.

“S’okay, we can have a night in. Do you wanna talk about it?” You shake your head.

“Not right now.”

“Okay. D’you eat anything today?” It was baffling to you how quickly Mary was able to pick up on all your bad habits. They could read you like a book now.

“Not much, I was late today.”

“Alright then, here’s what we’ll do.” Mary crawls out of the bed to kneel down on the side in front of you, a large hand tucking your messy hair behind your ears before coming to wipe the tear tracks off your cheeks. “I’m gonna draw you a hot bath, and while we wait I brought some pizza slices home, okay? We can order takeout if you’re still hungry after.” You sniffle and Mary tries not to smile at the gross wet sound.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” and he takes one of your hands in his and kisses your palm. “Go eat, I’ll fix the bath.”

Mary left the pizza slices on the your small kitchen table, and sink heavily into a chair and start devouring a slice of pepperoni pizza, chewing absent-mindedly. Your eyes are puffy and they feel heavy, your head aching from all the crying. Mary puts up a good front, snarling and growling through life in ripped up band tees and a bloody face. But then times like these, when you were really going through it always put it in perspective. They were a big softie. Especially when it came to you. You smile maybe your first genuine happy smile today. Your Mary. And as if your thoughts alone are loud enough to summon him, Mary comes out of the bathroom and flops down into the chair next to you, stuffing their face with pizza.

“Bath’s almost ready.” You nod.

“I’m done, I can change and wait for you?” Mary shook their head, cramming the last bits of their slice into their mouth.

“M’ good to go!” Mary mumbles out around a mouth full of pizza. You giggle softly and he gives you a closed-mouth grin, cheeks puffing out. You grab your robe off the hook on the bedroom door and as Mary guides you to the bathroom, your small hand resting firmly in his larger.

You’re hit by a wall of creamy, lavender steam and a wonderland of glowing candles littering the sink, shelf, and floor. When the hell did you two manage to collect so many candles? And where the hell did Mary dig them out from? When did they find the time? Mary undresses themselves first, pulling the ratty Morbid Angel tee over their head. Mary turns toward you, grabbing the hem of your sweater.

“Arms up,” he murmurs, and you raise them, letting him undress you. Mary kisses your bare shoulders as he unclasps your bra. He slides down to his knees, kissing your navel as he unbuttons your trousers and pulls them down along with your underwear. “Come on beautiful,” Mary whispers, holding your hand steady as you climb into the tub full of searing hot water. You hiss at the burn, feeling your legs prickle as you sink into the bath, sighing with a delighted shiver.

Mary slides into the tub behind you and once they’re settled you lean back, snuggling into their chest as Mary wraps their arms around you. You close your eyes and let yourself soak, basking in the moment; the smell of the bubbles, the cozy heat of the water melting away all the tensions and stress of the day. For now you can forget about the texts from your friend you left unread, or that you’d have to deal with the car tomorrow. You can just focus on Mary’s breathing, match yours too it and drift off.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been dozing but you feel boneless when you open your eyes again, sighing as you feel Mary’s hands roam up and down your torso. You tip your head back, smiling lazily as he kisses your forehead.

“Feeling better Babe?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, stretching your neck as Mary kisses down your throat, hand sliding further underneath the surface of bubbles. They trace over the swell of your hips, inching slowly towards your core before caressing the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. You let out a shaky breath, melting further into Mary’s chest. You hear them huff in amusement behind you.

“Wanna make you feel good baby,” he murmurs, nibbling on your ear. You sigh softly, nodding into Mary’s neck as he snatches your chin in his grip and turns your face to kiss you. It’s rather tame for Mary; the teeth don’t make an appearance, but it’s more than enough to feed the fire pooling in your gut. Mary’s tongue explores your mouth lazily and he drinks up all your quiet moans as his fingers run up and down your slit, teasing you and making you squirm.

“Mary,” you keen as deft fingers explore your folds, circling your bud.

“Relax Doll, lemme take care of you,” they whisper as they draw small tight circles around your clit, sliding down to dip two fingers inside you, curling them until Mary finds your sweet spot. You let out a high-pitched whine that dies as it crawls out of your throat. Your thighs start to shake as Mary pulls out of you to rub your clit more intensely. Their other arm holds you tight against their chest, and as Mary nibbles on your lower lip, they pinche your nipple between their thumb and index finger, rolling it gently as you arch your back into the touch.

“Faster Mary” you whine into his mouth, and he breaks away, eyes heavy-lidded.

“Yeah,” he whispers, “You want it faster? Want me to fuck you harder?” You nod, burying your face into Mary’s neck as he picks up the pace. Mary knows exactly how to touch you, knows exactly what you need to send you over the edge, and your toes start to curl as the coil within you winds tighter and tighter.

“Fuck.”

“Is that good, baby? You like that?” Mary hisses into your ear, and you’re too far gone to respond. Both hands are working you now, two fingers pumping inside you while their other hand presses insistently at your bud, circling over it just the way you like. You’re contorted and twisted around, your arm around their neck and the other clawing desperately at their chest. You can’t get close enough, no matter what you do.

“Fuuuuuck, don’t stop, Mary, don’t stop.” Your eyes are squeezed shut as Mary fucks you towards your orgasm.

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Please, Mary,” you whine, your hips rocking as he circles even faster. Your toes are curling, every muscle in your body tensing up as you edge closer and closer to the crest. “Mary, f-fuck yesss, Mary!” And finally you come undone, clenching around Mary’s fingers as you shiver with your release, sighing into Mary’s neck.

When you come down from your high you slide a shaky hand under the water to Mary’s cock but they grab your wrist gently and pull you away, kissing the back of your hand. You hum in confusion and Mary pulls you into a languid kiss.

“This is for you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “Don’t worry about me.”

Everything afterwards is a blissful blur. You’re barely awake as Mary dries you off, wrapping you in a big fluffy towel and carrying you to bed. They pull the covers over you, and once you’ve settled, Mary pulls you close and you bury your face into their chest, feeling them rest their chin atop your head.

“Mary?”

“hmm?”

“Thanks.” Mary merely kisses the top of your head in response.

“Sleep baby.”

“I love you,” you murmur.

“I love you back.” You drift off, happy and safe. You’ll deal with everything else in the morning. Together.

[artzychic27]

Marc: Kiran, do you know how this car got in here?

Kiran: Yes, I do.

Marc: How?

Kiran: Through the window.

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Sabrina: Your sister is such a tattle-tale.

Zoé: I am not and I'm telling you said that.

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Simon: Gee, your hair smells like melon. What are you using?

Denise: Oh, it's this new product called 'Gee, Your Hair Smells like Melon.'

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Nino: Adrien, it's finally happened! He's cleaning liquid soap!

Ivan: Don’t be silly. I’m just cleaning my rubber gloves.

Nino: Ivan, there's no shame in therapy.

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Mme. Bustier: Okay guys. Lets pick a name for our new classroom puppy. Chloé do you have a name for the puppy?

Chloé: Yes I do. Chloé.

Alya: That's your name.

Chloé: I like my name.

Kim: I have the perfect name. Mr. Dog!

Alix: Mr. Dog? Kim, when you have a kid someday what are you going to name it? Mr. Baby?

Kim: Not if its a girl.

Myléne: I think we should name him something that fits his personality. Like... Puddles.

Nino: I have the perfect name! Comet. Because he's fast and he has a tail.

Nathaniel: And he only hits the newspaper once every 76 years.

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Ismael: I never had them and I never will. I'm immune to chicken pox.

Cosette: You can't be immune to chicken pox!

Ismael: Ever kid in my school had them but me. I guess when you're an awesome physical specimen like my own bad self, germs take one look at my body and say, 'Hey, why waste our time?'

Reshma: Women say the same thing.

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Chat Noir: M’lady, I have a question. What's a boy ladybug called?

Ladybug: *thinks for a moment* Confused.

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Denise: Papá, with all respect, you can't send me to my room now. I'm a married enby.

Flavio: No you're not.

Simon: Dad-

Flavio: Please don't call me that!

Simon: What is it you do?

Flavio: I co-own a cafe.

Simon: I will study hard...and when you die, I will take over the family business.

Flavio: … I will never die.

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*Adrien and Félix walk in dressed exactly alike*

Nino: Whoa! Freaky! Try to tell 'em apart!

Félix: You'll never guess, losers.

Marinette: Ohhh this is a toughie, but I bet that the real Félix is the one that just called us losers. And you are Adrien.

Adrien: Aw nuts.

Félix: Aw hoo..

Nino: Bless you

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Marc: *Putting Kiran to bed* Don't shake your head. Your story is read. Now, you must go to bed. To bed, I said.

Alyssa: Honey, you really gotta cut back on the Dr. Suess.

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Denise: I'm older.

Cerise: I'm younger.

Denise: I’m taller.

Cerise: I'm shorter.

Denise: I'm smarter.

Cerise: I'm... not falling for that.

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Lacey: Dude, lots of babies are bald.

Jean: Not me. When I was born, the doctor smacked my butt and gave me a blow dryer.

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Mme. Mendeleiv: Kissing a girl who smokes is like kissing an ash tray.

Mme. Bustier: What ash tray have you been kissing?

Mme. Mendeleiv: My Aunt Ida. I mean I love her, but she smokes so much, her Dalmatian is all black.

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Louis: *after looking in refrigerator* This fridge is a joke! No Ding-Dongs, no Ho-Ho's, no Nutty Buddy's... it's bone-dry!

Nathaniel: I have raisins.

Louis: I'm allergic to raisins. My lips blow up and I can't talk when I eat raisins!

Nathaniel: ...raisins it is then!

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Ivan: *After Kim walks in wearing drag* Kim’s a girl.

Max: No, he's a women.

Alix: An ugly women.

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Austin T: Jean here is a Shakespeare freak. Aren't you, my little Hamlet-and-cheese?

Jean: *embarrassed* Whatever.

Austin B: Jean, you're into Shakespeare?

Austin T: Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Austin Q: … Wow, Jean, I had no idea you had such a sensative soul.

Jean: … Whatever.

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Lacey: You two think you're so cute.

Evan: Don't worry.

Jeremy: Be happy!

Lacey: Oh no! You two ARE so cute!

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Ivan: When I was a kid, the kids used to tease me. They called me 'Zorba the Geek.'

Kim: *laughs hysterically, then grows serious when he sees the killer look on Ivan’s face* Kids can be so cruel.

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Marinette Chloé said she heard a strange noise outside, but if you ask me, it's a desperate plea for attention.

Sabine: Marinette, stop watching Oprah and start doing your homework.

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Cosette: Are you gonna cook the baby?

Yvette: We're changing her diaper.

Cosette: Oh, then how do you roast a turkey?

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Denise: … I want to look like these models.

Simon: Why?

Denise: Because they're pretty!

Simon: I think you're pretty.

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M. Monlataing: I'm calling children's services to handle this.

Alix: Why?

M. Monlataing: Because if I don't, I'm going over there to straighten him out myself!

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Adrien: That's it. Loosen up, be very fluid. Be very fluid-y. That's it! Now... once you get it going, you shift the weight and you go. *starts walking* And it's a strut, and it's cool, and it's a strut, and it's cool. See? Like that?

Steve Urkel: Very inspiring. *tries to walk, but instead of a strut, he walks sidways on his toes bouncing highly*

Adrien: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That's, uh, that's close.

Steve Urkel: Really? Well, oh. Well, that was a walk on the wild side. But, you should ty it with your elbows out. It's much better for circulation.

Adrien: Oh, really? Like this? *sticks elbows out*

Steve Urkel: Yeah. *Adrien starts to walk*!You're doing fine.

Adrien: You, know? I do feel the blood flowing better. It's very - WHAT AM I DOING?

Steve Urkel: Well, here's another fun way to kill time. Let's share a life story. I'll go first. I was born on a cold night in Chicago, 1976, the year of America's bicenntinal. My mom was in a great deal of pain and I was charging through! And...

Adrien: Uh! I think I hear the girls in the courtyard. Why, don't you just go and... yeah. Right in the courtyard area.

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Nathaniel: Hey! You girls are the ones who drilled a peep hole in the boys’ locker room!

Rando Girl: Yeah, and you're the reason we plugged it up, backne!

Nathaniel: The peep hole works both ways, Zit Butt!

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Alya: *to Tom and Sabine* My mother would never let me go to a boy's apartment unsupervised, what kind of parents are you?

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Alim: *Knocks on the door* Alix, are you in there?

Alix: Yeah one sec, dad! *clears off pillows off of her bed, and pushes Nathaniel under the covers*

Nathaniel: *Drunk* Wassup, Alix?

Alix: Nath, we're going to play a little game okay? Whoever stays quietest the longest gets to lipwrestle with the captain of the soccer team!

Nathaniel: Goal!

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Simon: Did you happen to get a picture of the front of the horse too?

Austin A: This happens to be one of my relatives. If you wanna see yours, you could go rent "Gorillas in the Mist."

[playbucky]

Free

You and Eddie have managed to save up enough and move away from Hawkins. Characters – Eddie x Reader. Word Count – 624.

As you opened the door you sighed, boxes sat on top of each other, pressed against the walls. You knew starting work the day after you moved was a a bad idea. You were tired but you had to do the boxes. Setting your bag down you heard a smash then a quiet curse word, turning you looked in the direction of the kitchen. ‘Baby?’ You called out, toeing your shoes off. ‘In the kitchen.’ He called back, you smiled slightly and made your way through. Reaching the edge of the living room that joined the kitchen you looked around before the black curls appeared. He gave you a wide smile and pushed the curls back as they invaded his face.  ‘Hey, how was work?’ He questioned as he walked over and pressed a kiss to your forehead as his hands cupped your cheeks. ‘Tiring.’ You sighed, he hummed as his wide eyes searched your face. ‘I have pizza coming, your favourite and there is a beer in the fridge for you.’ He said, you gave him a tired smile. ‘You are amazing.’ You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you went to the fridge and pulled the door open. Eddie watched as you pulled the beer out, shutting the drawer before resting the cap on the edge of the counter before hitting it with your other hand. The cap popped off easily and you caught it as you took a sip. ‘Just what I needed.’ You said, Eddie looked at you. ‘You’re staring.’ You commented, he pursed his lips. ‘I’m admiring.’ He retorted, you arched an eyebrow as you took another sip of your beer. ‘Really?’ You asked, he nodded. ‘Yeah, the kitchen counter is spotless.’ Eddie commented, you rolled your eyes. ‘Oh really?’ You said, looking over your shoulder to see the counter before a warm hand was rested on your hip. ‘And I’m admiring my girlfriend, that finally encouraged me to leave Hawkins.’ He added, you looked back to him. ‘I wouldn’t say encourage.’ You said, he narrowed his eyes at you. ‘No? You captured my heart and well… here we are.’ He said, you scoffed and shook your head. ‘After what we all went through the others should’ve followed.’ You reminded him, your free hand came up and rested on his ribs. ‘They won’t, not until they’re sure.’ He said. ‘I know.’ You sighed, you and Eddie both felt guilty leaving them to watch over the city but with you and Eddie just making it out, they encouraged you to leave, start new. Which you did, the one bedroom apartment, small bathroom and joint kitchen, living area had become your home.  ‘We should at least do a box tonight.’ You commented, you both turned to the boxes that you swore were multiplying. ‘Or,’ Eddie pulled back to look at you, ‘we could get changed into your pj’s, make a table out of the boxes and watch Little Shop of Horrors?’ He suggested, you arched an eyebrow. ‘And Alien?’ You added, the corner of his lips curled up. ‘I think we could squeeze it in.’ He said, his fingers dug into your waist and you jerked, before you playfully slapped his chest. ‘You don’t have work do you?’ He quizzed, you shook your head. ‘Nope, today was training, don’t start till Monday.’ You replied, he clicked his tongue. ‘We’ll look at that, neither do it, looks like we’ve got a full diary.’ He commented, you nodded and took another sip of your beer. ‘So m’lady, go get changed and be back here in t-minus five minutes.’ He commanded, you stood up straight with a smile. ‘Yes sir.’ You mock saluted him with the hand that held the half full beer.

[myrandomfandomramblings]

The Secret Life of Parents - A Miraculous Ladybug futute fic

“Hey Adrien, can you please grab the butter?” Marinette asks from the kitchen table where she’s already seated for dinner with their three teenaged children.

“You’ve got it, bug-a-boo,” Adrien replies, opening the fridge and grabbing the butter before joining his family.

“Thanks Kitty,”

“Anything for M’lady,” Adrien finishes with a teasing bow causing Marinette to blush and their teenagers to roll their eyes.

“Seriously,” their fifteen year old daughter complains, “how are you old and still so flirty.”

Adrien just laughs, “We love each other, I’m not sure what else to tell you kiddo.”

“I just don’t get why you use such weird pet names,” their thirteen year old points out, “it’s never babe, baby, honey, sweetie, or love. It’s bug -a-boo, m’lady, and kitty.”

Marinette and Adrien share a look but don’t say anything, having successfully kept their superhero identities a secret from their kids thus far.

“I always assumed it had something to do with those famous Paris superheroes,” their seventeen year old weighs in, “Ladybug and Chat Noir. Weren’t they at their peak of popularity when you were our age?”

“You could say that,” Adrien laughs as Marinette fixes him with a warning look, “the year your mom and I met and started dating was the year Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated Hawk Moth.”

“That still doesn’t explain the pet names,” the youngest points out.

“Right… that…” Marinette stutters as she nervously butters her chicken instead of her bun.

“Well, you see when I first met your mom she was always going above and beyond to help her friends, including me,” Adrien jumps in, ”so I started calling her my Everyday Ladybug,” he shrugs, “and the nicknames just snowballed from there.”

The kids nod seemingly satisfied with that answer and Marinette lets out the breath she was holding.

“Wait what about Princess?” Their youngest jumps in.

“Honestly, that one started around the same time but I can’t remember how,” Adrien confesses, “Honestly, I’m not sure why you think our pet names are so weird. I have a friend who uses ‘sugar cube’ as a term of endearment.”

The fifteen year old just shrugs, “It’s part of a teenagers job to think their parents are weird,” she explains, “For example, what kind of person wears three completely plain rings, constantly,” she finishes gesturing to her father’s hands and the aforementioned rings (one gold on his left, two silver on his right).

“A weird one apparently,” Adrien jokes, avoiding explaining the importance of his miraculous and amokized ring.

“I think that’s enough questions for one meal,” Marinette teases, “now hurry up and eat up so I can start kicking your butts at Ultimate Mecha Strike XX.”

[gold-medal-ribbon]

Soft Jake thoughts for you always 💖

“Rough day, M’lady?” Jake knew by the way you slowly slid off your shoes and tossed your bag on the ground next to them that you hadn’t had the best day. His suspicions confirmed when you walked right past his outstretched arms and made a beeline for the bathroom. He nodded softly and a sigh slipped past his nose as he pushed himself up off of the kitchen chair. Plucking one of your favorite granola bars from the basket on the counter and an ice cold water bottle from the fridge he slowly made his way to the bathroom where the tub was noisily filling with hot water. He leaned up against the door frame, watching on silently as you scrubbed the makeup off of your face - hard enough to leave red marks in its wake before slowly beginning to strip off your work clothes. He’d place your snack and drink down on the counter and sidle up behind you, waiting for you to rid yourself of your shirt before his hands found your ever tense shoulders. His skilled fingers working out the knots just below your skin. A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you melted into his touch, the scent of him overwhelming you as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the junction of your neck. “Do you want to talk about it? Or would you prefer a jam sesh?” He chuckled, knowing full well your head was about to crash against his shoulder and a soft “sing to me, please?” Slip past your lips. He’d chuckle again and wrap his arms around your shoulders, nuzzling his face into the crown of your head before pulling away. You’d slowly strip the rest of your clothes off, tossing them into the hamper and turn off the faucet. Slowly stepping in and sinking down into the scalding hot bubble filled water as your muscles screamed at you. Jake would make his way back into the bathroom, placing your water bottle on the edge of the tub and open your granola bar before handing it to you. “Nibble on that - dinners already waiting for you. Now, what does M’lady want to hear?” Jake would coo as you felt your body fully relax for the first time all day

I’m sorry it’s been rough, I’m always around if you need an ear to catch the word vomit. I love you my sweetest Jas! 💖

Crystal my beloved, thank you 💕

I would truly sell my soul to have had that coming home this afternoon, it was a rough start to the day but far better than if I had stayed at my old job. But to come home to Jake and to just feel secure and to finally relax after everything would've been perfect :(

[lotsoflokilove23]

~The Journey Begins {Marvel roleplay Story}

{ “Once Upon A Time…..” }{ June 3rd, 2017, 6:00 A.M }{ New York }

Zöe's alarm rang out at 6 am on the dot, waking her up. She heaved a sigh and shut the alarm clock off and rolled out of bed and did a few different stretches then she got ready for the day. After getting ready Zöe went to the kitchen and put water in the kettle and got out bacon and eggs and started cooking them for breakfast while waiting for her sister to come out.

For several years now it had just been her and her adopted sister April living together. They had both been adopted by Elio and Alice Benjamin, an older couple whose dream had just been to give a home to a couple of kids who didn’t have that safe place to call home. When the sisters were 17 their parents died in a bad drunk driver car crash and they had been on their own since then. Now, they’ve been discovering powers and many other things about themselves and the world and they’ve learned to just keep going. April didn’t talk about where she had come from before being adopted and Zöe wasn’t sure if her sister remembered where she had come from. And Zöe didn’t know at all where she herself had come from before, all she knew was that she was at the orphanage and then she got adopted and was told that she wasn’t allowed to know anything about her previous family. April knew more than she let on, but, that’s for later on in the story, isn’t it…

Just down the hall a few doors away, April’s own alarm clock went off and she groaned getting herself out of bed, she was definitely not a morning person. April brushed out her hair, put it into a high ponytail, picked some clothes to wear, stretched her arms a little bit and made her way out into the kitchen where she saw her sister. “I see you decided to make me breakfast.” April jokes, opening the fridge door, grabbing the bottle of Apple juice and pouring herself a cup. 

Zöe smiled when she saw April walk in, “Well, of course,” She chuckled, putting two cooked eggs on a plate with three pieces of bacon laid out below the egg, making a smiley face, “Here you go,” Zöe said, turning and holding it out for April to take. The kettle started to boil so Zöe poured it into a large mug of instant coffee and then reached into the fridge, pulling out vanilla coffee creamer and pouring it into her coffee. 

April smiled and sat at the table, “Why, thank you, m’lady,” She said, picking up her fork and taking a bite, “Bye bye smiley face,” she said, chuckling, looking over at Zöe and slightly narrowing her eyes. “How many cups of coffee have you had?” April asked, taking a sip of her apple juice.  

Zöe laughed and finished making her own breakfast, turning the stove off, she leaned her back against the counter to eat, “Umm, today, this is my first one, this week… better if you don’t know,” She grinned, putting a piece of bacon in her mouth. 

April shakes her head and continues to eat her egg, “Oh dear,” She smiles. After April finished eating she walked over to the dishwasher, opened it up and put her fork in, and then her plate after rinsing it off. 

Zöe continued to finish eating her food, once done she put her own dishes in the dishwasher. Leaning back up against the counter, she took a sip of her coffee, “So, what’s first today?” Zöe asked her sister, stifling a yawn. 

“How about a morning hike?” April asked washing her hands in the sink and looking outside as the sun was slowly starting to rise. 

Zöe raised her eyebrows, “How about a morning nap?” She said with a chuckle, “Just kidding, a hike sounds good to me,” Zöe smiled, turning to deal with the frying pan and the flipper before she forgot to do it.

April rolls her eyes, “Are you that tired?” she asked, shaking her head.

Zöe grinned, “I always am,” she replied.

April walked towards the window to look out the backyard, “How about the mountain?”

Zöe looked out and followed April’s gaze out the window, towards the mountain, “Sure! There’s the trail that leads all of the way around the mountain to the top of it, so we can go on that no problem, I just gotta get my shoes, and then I’m ready to go,” Zöe said, slipping her hair elastic from her pocket onto her wrist. 

April grins and nods, “I'll meet you at the door,” She said, sliding forwards towards the door. She pulls on her comfy walking boots and leans against the door. 

Zöe nods, quickly running back to her room, her sock feet sliding along the smooth tiled floor. She went into her closet to her small shoe rack and pulled out a pair of shoes and put them on, walking back to meet April at the door. When she got there she nodded, grabbing the spare house key off one of the key hooks on the wall, “Gonna lock it behind us just in case,” Zöe shrugged, she usually always locked the door behind them every time they left the house just in case someone came by while they were gone, despite the fact that barely anyone lives around them. 

April nods and walks out the door and onto the path, “Lead the way,” She said looking around outside. She pulled her shades out and put them over her eyes. 

Zöe nods and leads the way to the mountain, finding the start of the pathway, “You sure I can’t just go take a morning nap?” Zöe asks jokingly. 

April follows Zöe towards the trail and looks up, she admires the sight around her and then looks towards her sister shaking her head, “Yes, once we get to the top,” April said with a grin. 

Zöe laughs, “Aha! I will take a morning nap after all!” She grins, continuing to follow the mountain path. Zöe noticed her sister, April looking around at their surroundings and smiled, “The view is better at the top,” She commented.

April smiles looking around and walking up, “I love the view from here, it’s so nice,” She said. 

Zöe smiles, “It only gets better from here,” She said, putting her hands out to balance herself at an extremely rocky part of the path, “There’s also a cave on the side of this mountain that I haven’t explored yet that I want to, but it’s not on the trail… Are you interested?” She asked. 

April follows Zöe and copies what she does, even though if she were to fall it wouldn’t be much of a problem due to her powers, “Am I interested??” April said, rolling her eyes and looking up, “Of course,” she grins. 

Zöe grins, “Yessss!” She laughs, “It’s just up ahead a little bit,” she smiles and steps off the rough patch of the path. She looked over at the horizon at the slow-rising sun, the colors in the sky being a beautiful shade of orange and yellow and even a little bit of pink. 

April smiles and follows Zöe, she turns her head and looks at the view from where she was standing, she could barely see the top of the highest building. She stops and takes out her phone and takes a picture of the morning sunset, then she puts it away again and turns towards Zöe again. 

“Man if there was a good enough spot up here then I would camp up here. It’s always so beautiful,” Zöe smiled and continued walking. “Ahh here it is,” she said, stopping at a small bit of the side of the path that had several bushes. Zöe walked around the bushes and started going off of the trail.  

April rolls her eyes and laughs, “Is that all you wanna do?” she asked, following her off of the trail. 

“What do you mean? Camping isn’t enough for you?” Zöe asked jokingly, turning and walking backwards so that she was looking at April. 

April shakes her head, “Depends on where I am or who I am with,” She says with a chuckle making their way closer to the top. 

“Yeah fair enough, although neither of us has really had many people in our lives sadly,” Zöe said, frowning. She turned back to face the right way and then stopped, the cave was right in front of them, “Oooo here it is!” Zöe said excitedly. 

April smiles and walks up the where the entrance of the cave was, “Wow,” She turns out and looks at the view of the area, “This is so pretty,” 

Zöe smiled and looked around too, “Yeah, it really is,” She commented. Zöe turned back around and walked into the mouth of the cave, it was pitch black. Zöe closed her eyes and focused her energy and then all of the magic marks on her body started glowing bright blue, making it like their own flashlight, “I’ve been working on perfecting that and I think I finally got it! Are you ready?” Zöe asked, turning back to April. 

April smiles and turns towards the cave, she watches her sister as she stands in the dark. April’s eyes slightly widened when she saw Zöe’s marks starting to glow. April grinned and walked over to Zöe, chuckling. “I see, and it’s clearly working,” April smiled, “Of course I’m ready,” 

Zöe grinned with a happy smile on her face, “Okay!” She said walking beside April through the cave, “I honestly don’t know what to expect from this cave, maybe some gems or something? Do you have any ideas?” Zöe asked April. 

April shrugged looking around at the walls. As they make their way deeper into the cave, April stops walking, “Wait, Zöe come here for a minute,” She said moving closer to the cave wall, “Do you see this?” 

“Hmmm?” Zöe hummed, turning and walking over to April. She focused so that the marks on her left arm grew a little brighter and she put her arm next to the wall, “Wait, what is that? Is that like a gem or a ring of some sort or something?!” Zöe asked, confused. 

April looked closer at the wall and ran her hand over it, “This one patch of the wall is ice but the rest of it isn’t,” April explained, narrowing her eyes a little. She pulled Zöe’s arm towards her, “Look,” 

Zöe slightly frowned, “I don’t understand, what am I supposed to be seeing?” She asked, trying to see and understand what April was seeing. 

April frowned and pulled a pocket knife out from her pocket and started slowly carving out a hole in the wall. After a few minutes of doing so, she slowly sticks her hand in and grips something. “Well it’s definitely something,” She said, giving a hard pull on the object, which fell into her hand. 

Zöe watched April with interest, wanting to see exactly what it was, “Woah…” She said as the object dropped into April’s hand, “I was joking with what I said before, I didn’t think that there was even anything there.” Zöe said, tilting her head a little bit to get a better look. 

April nods and pulls her hand out of the hole she had just made and opens her hand up, “Hmmm,” She thought to herself and looked over at Zöe. The object was in the shape of a ring, but it had a blue diamond on top of it. April frowns, “It just looks like a normal ring.” 

“Maybe someone was up here once and somehow lost their engagement ring or something?” Zöe said, trying to come up with some logical reason for finding a random ring in the cave wall. 

April narrowed her eyes, “Really?” she chuckles, “That would be uncalled for and just weird. How would someone lose their engagement ring up here?” April asked, looking at the ring, “I wanna try it on…” 

“Who knows, maybe they got engaged and then went hmmm nope, and wanted to get rid of it but the garbage was too sad of a spot to put it,” Zöe said, laughing. She then slightly frowned, “But what if it’s cursed or something?” She asked, cautious and concerned even though part of her figured it was just a random normal ring. 

April shrugs, “Yeah, I don’t think so,” she shakes her head and looks at the ring. “Wouldn’t hurt to try…” she said slowly slipping the ring onto her middle finger. “See? Nothing to it…-” She stops mid-sentence and her eyes widen. The blue diamond on the top of the ring had started to glow. “Uhh,” 

Zöe’s eyes went wide, “See, definitely cursed, I knew it!” She said jokingly, even though she was alarmed, “You should probably take it off now, especially if it’s cursed…” Zöe suggested, but also knowing April well enough to know that she would rather figure out what’s up with it instead of taking it off. 

April narrows her eyes and frowns, “Why would it be cursed?” April said, moving her hands so she could look at it more clearly. All of a sudden there was a loud thud from the other side of the cave. 

“Who knows? I mean, with the amount of weird stuff that we’ve dealt with and have come across over the years, I wouldn’t put it past someone to place a cursed ring in the middle of a freaking mountain,” Zöe said, frowning. Zöe’s head snapped to the sound from the other side of the cave and slowly bent down and retrieved a small dagger from the strap around her calf, which was under her pant leg, the dagger that she always carried for emergencies. “What was that?!” Zöe said, looking over at April. 

“I don’t know!!” April said, swinging her head around. “How would something this small make this area dangerous?” She looked up and the wall of the cave started to crack. “Uh oh.” 

“Maybe it’s like the Artifact from Indiana Jones, once moved the displaced weight causes the place to collapse as a defense mechanism?” Zöe said, just having to bring up a movie reference in a possibly dangerous situation. She looked at the crack in the wall and she raised her eyes, “My common sense, senses are telling me that we should get out of this cave,” She said. 

“Good idea!” April said, at that second the cave gave way, April looked above where Zöe was standing, “Zöe!!” April covered her head and ran over to Zöe, standing in front of her in time for a huge rock from the cave to come falling down. April stood in front of Zöe shielding her from the rock, holding her hands up, she closed her eyes knowing that the rock would hit them, but it didn’t. A few minutes later, April opened one of her eyes in shock. “What the…” There was a shielded circle of ice right above the tips of her fingers that had shielded them from getting hit by the rock. April waved her hands and the ice broke. Out of breath, April looks over at Zöe, “Are you ok?” 

Zöe’s eyes went wide and she looked at April, “H-how?!” she slightly stuttered in disbelief, trying to figure out what just happened, “Physically yes, mentally no, because I should be a human crepe right now,” Zöe said, blinking. She was obviously okay enough because she was still making jokes. 

April attempts to stand up but almost hits her head on the wall of the cave, she looks around and shakes her head. “Great, We’re stuck in here.” she sighs, then she gets an idea. “Wait, Zöe stand back for a minute,” She said, looking over at Zöe. 

Zöe frowned, “What are you planning?” She asked cautiously, standing, or rather crouching, back as much as she could. Her concentration kept faltering so the light from her magic marks would occasionally flicker and leave them in dimmer light, but then she would try her best to focus a little more. 

April knelt down on all fours on the ground and concentrated her magic, and although she couldn’t see herself, she knew that a wolf tail and ears had appeared, as well as the rest of her turning into a wolf. It had taken her a long time to figure out how to shapeshift into a wolf completely but once she mastered it, it was pretty easy for her. Her eyesight and hearing were enhanced and just all of her senses, in general, were enhanced too. She had an en-longed furry snout with sensory whiskers and large paws with sharp claws, and a large bushy tail, her eyes a brilliant glowing green color that glistened in the light. The thing that set her apart from any other normal wolf is that she could still talk to people while in that form. “Well, we have to get out of here somehow,” April said, tipping her head and looking at Zöe.

Zöe smiled, “You are soooo cool sis,” She laughed. She split her focus so that they would still have the light but also, so she would be able to use a little bit of her kinetic reflection skills that she was working on so that if any rocks fell she could stop them from falling for a short amount of time. 

April grinned giving her tail a little wag, “Why, thank you,” She chuckled and slowly walked over to the cave entrance that had been covered by rocks. “On second thought I’m not sure how well I can move these.” She said, slightly placing her paw on the rock. April looks towards Zöe, sighing as she leans her head on one of the rocks and tries to push it with the strength that she still had. 

Zöe frowned, “Wait…” She said frantically looking around on the ground, figuratively throwing the light of her magic around through the shadows to search, “Where is your phone? I never bring mine anywhere but I remember that you had yours,” She said, trying to figure things out. 

April turns and tilts her head, “Why would you need my phone?” she asked, looking around. She spots her phone on the floor and walks over and sits right by it. 

“Ah, thanks,” Zöe said, quickly running over and picking up the phone, she brushed off the rock dust that was left on it. “Um, I'll probably have to buy you a new phone after this but just give me a second,” she did a little bit of fiddling around and bypassed the password and got into the phone. There was no internet nor signal in the mountain but after some fiddling and editing, she created an internet signal copycat that would work well enough, “Now I just need to send a signal cause sadly I can’t create a fake cell signal,” She muttered to herself as she worked. After a few different tries, she got it and sent an emergency signal to what could only hope the Avengers Tower, and she could only hope that they got the signal and could come before she and April ran out of oxygen while trapped in the cave. 

April narrowed her eyes and watched as Zöe worked, she leaned her front legs forward so that she was laying on her stomach, “And what is this supposed to do?” 

“Well, now we wait,” Zöe said, sitting down criss-cross on the floor, “I sent out an emergency help signal, so if they get it then they’ll track the signal and also get the satellite image and then they can come to get us out of here and save our asses from dying,” she said, not giving any extra information and just trying to relax. 

April narrowed her eyes again, “And who are we waiting for?” She asked, stretching out her legs. 

“Umm,” Zöe blinked and looked at her sister. After a few seconds of contemplation, she said, “Hopefully the Avengers?” She said, giving a small grin at her sister. 

April narrows her eyes, “So they're just gonna come get us, and wonder why someone like you, is trapped in a cave with an overly large wolf who hasn't shredded you to pieces yet… don’t you think they’re gonna find that weird?” she asks. 

“Ummm, well you could always shift into a German Shepard or something that way when they get here they think it’s just me and a dog. Cause um, otherwise, I wasn’t planning on you shifting this morning, so I didn’t bring extra closing for you or anything,” Zöe said, shrugging. 

April narrows her eyes, “Uhh but that’s boring,” She sighs and stares at the ground. 

Zöe slightly scowled, “Well it’s either that or you go naked, or else you risk exposing yourself and me to the Avengers or whoever shows up by being in the form of a wolf,” she said, already getting agitated from being stuck in the mountain for so long. 

April chuckles and shakes her head, “I’ll just stay a wolf, it will be fine,” 

“Maybe if they question it then I’ll just say that I tamed you,” Zöe said, slightly grinning, “Although this means that you can’t speak, you’ll have to… Woof?” She tried not to laugh.

April rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “Very funny,” she thought for a moment, “I’m not sure, I'll just have to stay silent.” 

Zöe chuckles and shrugs, “I thought it was a pretty good one,” She smiled, “That works too, up to you though, I mean you could always just freak them out by being a speaking wolf,” Zöe laughed. 

April shakes her head and sighs. 

“We’ll see,” Zöe smiled, leaning back and laying down on the cave floor, her magic marks growing brighter. 

[corrodedhawkins]

Perv friend Eddie asking to take an innocent polaroid of you one day when you're hanging out "Just because" but it's really so he can jack off to your face

Polaroids: Perv!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Thank you to the talented @sweetpeapod for the moodboard ❤️

Thank you to @bayouteche for helping me with this one ❤️ The outfits were all her idea.

Warnings: perv!Eddie, alcohol, swearing, fondling, non consensual touching, male masturbation, slight edging. 18+ minors DNI

“Congratulations on the album guys!” You walk up to the stage after their set excitedly. “I can’t wait to hear it!”

Gareth and Jeff stop packing up their equipment to stare at you blankly. “What album?”, Gareth asks.

Your brow furrows, “Eddie said the band was putting out an album and needed a cover model.”

You hear one of the cymbals crash as Eddie scrambles off of the stage. He slides up next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Well. I mean, what I meant was we need to plan out the cover of our first album in case we get discovered, sweetheart.”

He turns you around, hand on the small of your back to guide you. “Why don’t we get you a drink, huh? My treat.” Eddie shoots a glare over his shoulder, mouthing a “shut it” to his band mates as he shuffles you over to the bar.

The next day, you find yourself in Eddie’s bathroom trying on the outfit he’s chosen for the shoot. “Eddie?”, you call through the door.

“Yeah?”

“Um. It’s a little…small.”

You hear him laugh from the other side of the door. “Yeah? Let me see”, the excitement in his voice obvious.

“I-um. I don’t think I can come out.” You look down to see your tits practically spilling out of the tiny black lace crop top.

Eddie sighs. “C’mon, sweetheart. Don’t you want us to have the most metal album cover ever?” You can almost feel his puppy dog eyes boring into you through the door.

You turn to stare at yourself in the mirror. Eddie had picked you for this. He could have chosen Chrissy Cunningham, or one of other countless perfect cheerleaders, but he had chosen you. He must think you’re special. You couldn’t let him down.

With one last deep breath, you open the bathroom door, Eddie stumbling forward as he had been pressed up against it.

“Fuck”, he groans lowly, pupils blown wide when he sees you. He grabs your hand and pulls you out into the hallway, slowly circling you to look at the outfit. You feel like prey under a predators gaze.

He whistles as he circles you again, “Look at you, doll. Fuckin’ perfect.”

You blush, muttering a “thank you”, as you tug the hem of your too short skirt down over your ass, smoothing your hands down the ripped fishnets underneath.

“None of that”, Eddie scolds. He walks to the fridge and retrieves two beers, handing you one. “For your nerves. Can’t have you blushing for the camera.”

You take it and practically chug it, desperate to calm your shaking hands.

˚✧

You feel yourself begin to relax as Eddie’s van pulls into the quarry, the three beers he had plied you with soothing your frayed nerves. He cuts the engine as he practically runs to the back doors of the van, flinging them open. The camera is quickly slung around his neck before he jogs to the passenger side door and opens it for you.

“M’lady”, he holds out a hand to you and bows, waiting for you to take it. You giggle and grab his hand, stumbling out of the van as your feet crunch on the gravel below.

You make your way around to the front of the van shakily, waiting for Eddie’s direction. “So. How do you want me?”

Bending down, he pulls you close into his chest and picks you up.

You squeal, not expecting to be lifted. “Eddie! Be careful!”, you giggle.

He grips the backs of your thighs, right where they meet your ass, and squeezes. Once he sets you down on top of the hood of the van, he steps back to take a better look.

Eddie grabs the camera from around his neck, looking through the viewfinder.

“Perfect”, he whispers to himself. He presses the shutter button, snatching the Polaroid as soon as the camera spits it out. He shakes the photo, face splitting into a grin as the image appears.

“You’re a fuckin’ natural, doll.” He holds out the photo for you to look at.

Your eyes widen as you see yourself. “I-I’m hot”

Eddie barks out a laugh, “Of course you are. Now, you just sit there and look pretty for me.”

He takes stacks of photos as you pose, giggling to yourself as you try to look sexy.

˚✧

“Alright, one more outfit!” He drops the camera by the strap around his neck and shrugs the denim vest off of his shoulders.

You take his vest and move to put it on over your top, but Eddie stops you.

“Ah ah. Just the vest.”

“I don’t-”

Eddie huffs, “Just forget it. I should have know you’d be too scared.” He turns to walk away slowly, silently counting the seconds before you stop him.

“Wait!”, you reach out for him, jumping off of the hood, almost face planting. When did the ground start spinning?

Eddie smirks, fixing his face before he turns back towards you.

“I-I’ll do it.”

“That’s my girl.” He looks down at you expectantly, waiting for you to undress.

You look at Eddie shyly, “Can you close your eyes?”

“Of course, princess.” He makes a show of throwing his hands over his eyes, making you giggle.

The second you begin to undress, Eddie’s peeking through his fingers. He can’t help the moan that rips through his chest when he sees your bare tits on display.

“Eddie!”, you gasp when you hear the sound, quickly covering your chest with his vest.

“I didn’t see anything, I promise!”, Eddie swears as he draws the sign of the cross over his heart.

You hold out your arms, making grabby hands as you wait for him to lift you back onto the hood of the van.

“And for the finishing touch!”, Eddie scrambles to retrieve his guitar from the back of the van.

You sling it around your shoulder, almost dropping it in the process. You’re starting to feel fuzzy, like you could just float away at any moment.

“Be careful with her”, he warns.

You mumble out a, “sorry” before posing with it against your chest.

Once Eddie decides he’s gotten enough shots, he hoists you down from the hood with two hands on your ass. He carries you to the passenger seat, knowing you’ll fall on your ass if you try now that the alcohol has fully hit you.

His vest shifts against your chest, one bare breast slipping from beneath the fabric. He can feel your nipple harden against his chest trough the fabric of his shirt, and he’s instantly hard.

He sets you down on the passenger seat gently, laughing when you head lolls back against the seat. “M’tired”, you whine.

He pulls at the seatbelt, purposefully grazing your chest with the back of his hand as he slings it over you. He leans into you a bit too closely to secure your seat belt, and you laugh when his hair tickles the bare skin of your chest.

“I know, sweetheart. You can nap when we get back to mine, okay?” His hand twitches as it hovers over the camera slung across his neck. He could snap a picture of your bare tits peeking out of his vest right now and you wouldn’t even notice.

“Mmkay”, you answer sleepily.

Fighting with his thoughts, he stands there for a moment before he ultimately gives in.

He gently slides the lapels of his vest open until your tits are on full display, just for him. Watching as your nipples pebble in the chilly air, he can’t help but palm his erection through his jeans.

He hesitantly reaches out to cup your breast, the heavy weight of it in his palm making him groan. When he runs his thumb over your hard nipple, you let out a breathy gasp.

The noise makes his cock throb, and he knows he’ll be playing back that sound in his head for the foreseeable future.

He lifts the camera to his eye, snapping a few shots. The flash startles you, and you look up at him with unfocused eyes.

“Eddie? What you doin’?”, you slur.

He drops the camera around his neck once more, pocketing the Polaroids. “Just making sure you’re buckled in, doll. Gotta keep you safe.”

You hum, eyes sliding shut again, “You’re the best.”

He slams the passenger side door before climbing into the drivers side to take you back to his. 

˚✧

That night, when Wayne leaves for his shift at the plant, Eddie finally gets a good look at the Polaroids. He dims the lights and puts on his favorite Dio album, rummaging through his cabinet until he finds the tin he stashed the pictures in for safe keeping.

He feels like a chick losing her virginity, putting on music and mood lighting, but he wants to savor this. It’s not weird. It’s not.

Eddie settles himself back against the headboard, tin open by his side. He takes a stack of Polaroids, laying them out on the sheets in front of him. He wraps his hand around the base of his erection loosely, fist lazily stroking.

He picks up the first picture he took of you, smiling shyly at the camera, unsure of yourself. He can see your confidence build with every picture as the alcohol started to hit you. By the fifth or sixth Polaroid, you’re practically eye fucking the camera, posing like a video vixen on MTV.

He spits into his palm, using it to ease the glide of his fist over his cock. When he sees the next picture he groans, remembering how he could see just a hint of your panties peaking out from under your skirt as you shifted to your next pose.

Eddie’s cock twitches as he traces the head with his thumb teasingly, a bead of precum gathering at the tip. His other hand moves down to cup his balls, already drawn up tight.

His head tips back as he lets out a shaky breath, hand stilling before he can tip over the edge. He wants to take his time, work himself up before cumming tonight.

The slick sound of his fist pumping over his length echos through his room as he goes back to stroking himself, groaning as he twists his wrist on the upstroke.

His thoughts drift to carrying you from the van into the trailer, tucking you into his bed to sleep off the alcohol. All he had wanted to do was jack off to you as you slept, pulling your top down to cum all over your tits. As much as he hates to admit it, he probably would have if Wayne hadn’t been home.

He turns his attention back to the Polaroids, shuffling through the next stack until he finds what he’s looking for. You’re laid out over the hood of the van, chest bare save for his denim vest. His guitar is slung around your shoulder, pressed tightly against your body.

The hand on his cock speeds up, grip tightening as he looks through the rest of the photos. The Polaroid of your bare tits peeking out of his denim vest in the passenger seat is the next in the stack.

“Fuck”, he moans as his fist flies over his cock. He can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to push those pretty tits together and fuck his cock in between them, to watch his hot cum settle on your collarbone.

The second his eyes land on the last Polaroid of you with one of his big hands on your chest, thumbing grazing over your nipple, he remembers the gasp you had let out as he touched you.

Eddie bucks up into his fist, back arching off the bed as he cums with your name on his lips. He’s panting as he comes down, cum leaking from his hand down onto the Polaroid in his lap.

He sighs as he cleans up, carefully wiping his cum off of the picture as a wave of shame rolls over him. He knows now that he’s finally gotten his hands on you, his fantasies will never be enough to satisfy him.

This town already thinks he’s a freak, at least now he’s finally living up to the reputation.

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Also tagging @escapinghawkins bc perv!Eddie is her jam

[flower-slut004]

chase davenport x reader where reader dresses up as a playboy bunny for halloween ❤️

M’Lady

“So Yn….halloween plan. Me, you, horror movies, then trick or treating” Bree sighs as she wraps her arm around her best friend.

“Aren’t we a little too old for trick or treating?” Yn giggled as she walked with her to class. The speedster gave a pout as they entered the classroom.

“It’s free candy Yn! Free…. candy! Come on!”

Yn shook her head as she sat down next to Bree “Sorry Breezy but tonight I have a date with your brother”

She gagged “I still can’t believe you’re dating Chase… are you sure you didn’t lose a bet?”

“Don’t be mean, I like Chase. He’s sweet, cute, and super smart”

“Believe me, super smart gets annoying pretty quick” Bree mumbles. Yn tsked as she lightly swatted at Bree.

“What are you even doing with the dork anyways?” she whispered as the teacher began lecture.

“Each other” Yn smirked as she picked up her pencil, rolling her eyes at the sound of Bree gagging.

“Okay…. candy check! Blankets check! netflix?” Chase mumbled as he ran around the living room with a clipboard. “Shit where’s the remote!”

“Ow! This brownie is stale what the heck” Adam complained from the kitchen. Chase whipped around to see the older davenport sibling biting the remote.

“Adam that’s the remote! Give it to me!” Chase reached out for it. Adam glared at this brother “Chase, fridges don’t need remotes duh!”

“Just give me it!”

Adam took a sharp breathe and tilted his head “I don’t know…. there’s a horror marathon on… leo and I were thinking about watching it”

“You can’t! Yn and I were gonna watch netflix!” Chase complained. “She’s coming over for date night!” he pointed towards the food on the table.

“Date night? On Halloween? Pssh, losers” Adam laughed as he threw the remote at Chase. “If you didn’t scare her away when you met, she sure is going to get scared from your costume!”

Chase frowned as he looked at his outfit “I’m not wearing a costume…..”

Adam inhaled sharply. Just then the door bell rang, causing Chase to drop the remote “Listen, Mr. and Mrs. Davenport are at a party, Bree is also at another party, I need you and Leo to stay downstairs in the basement at all time…”

“What? No way! I wanna watch the movie marathon!” Adam complained. Chase groaned as the bell rang again “Adam I promise you, I’ll do your homework!”

“You already do my homework!”

“Adam!”

“Fine Fine!” Adam groaned as he walked away from the kitchen and to the elevators.

Chase took a deep breathe before checking everything again. The bell rang for a third time, causing Chase to fix his hair. “Coming dear!” he yelled as he walked towards the door

“M’lady, your night of horrors has begun but have no fear for your knight of shining armor is….he’s…. um…. he’s…..” Chase was at a loaf of words when he realized what his girlfriend was wearing.

“I’m so scared, good thing you’re here to protect me” she teased as she kissed his cheek, walking in.

Chase was left like a goldfish out of water at the door. Finally closing it and trying not to stare at his girlfriends bunny tail.

“Yn….babe. What…. um… what are you wearing?” Chase squeaked as she pulled him down on the y with her.

“I told you I was going to be a bunny. Duh” she pointed at the ears.

“You didn’t say playboy bunny” he blushed. Yn giggled as she wrapped her arm around his bicep. “Come on Chasey. You’re the smartest man in the world, you should’ve put two and two together”

Chase tried looking anywhere but her breasts but he couldn’t help but stare at her thighs.

“Chasey….” she teased as she brought her pointer under his chin to make him look at her. “My face is up here….” she hummed.

“I really want to kiss you….” he stared at her lips. “Do it then…” she challenged.

Chase wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her to his lap as he kissed her. Yn ran her fingers through his hair, and tugged at the roots. Causing him to grunt and shift his lips upwards.

“Oh ew ew ew! Adam said you two were watching Netflix! He didn’t tell me about the chill part! My eyes oh my eyes” Leo cried as he covered his eyes.

The two jumped from each other, both faces red. “I’m going to kill him….” Yn and Chase both grumbled as Leo ran into the wall.

[nyxoz]

Congrats on 500!!! Would love a sweet Eddie proposal!

omg i squealed when i saw this request i love it!!!!! p.s. i stole this idea off of bride wars bc to me it’s the perfect proposal and if my future partner doesn’t propose this way i will be upset hehe 💓

The studio apartment you and Eddie have moved into was the definition of tiny, but you loved it because it was your space, together.

It’s your first night in your new home and there’s boxes stacked around the place, some opened and some still sticky taped shut. You’d only gotten everything up the stairs (cause the elevator was broken) about an hour ago, so you haven’t had a chance to unpack much just yet.

“I’m famished.” Eddie says as he puts some clothes in the dresser drawers.

“Famished, are you?” You chuckle, “Well, we can’t have that. What do you want for dinner?”

Eddie’s lips purse together as he thinks, his eyes looking upwards. “Oh! Oh!” He says excitedly, “There’s that Chinese place just around the corner?”

You nod as you stack a few books on a shelf, “Chinese sounds good to me.”

About thirty minutes later, you and Eddie are sitting on the floor in front of your bed, because you don’t have a table to eat on just yet, gorging on fried noodles, kung pao chicken, Peking duck, dumplings, and egg rolls.

Eddie is very badly using chop sticks because he’s refusing to use a fork. “I can do it.” He grumbled as you held a fork out to him.

You’re talking about how you want to put a tv on top of the dresser that lines the wall opposite your bed but Eddie doesn’t really seem to be paying that much attention. He almost looks nervous with how he’s poking at his food and avoiding your eye contact.

You chalked it up to him being a bit antsy over the move and your first night as real adults in your own place.

As you both call time of death on your feast, he backs up the meals straight away and puts the left overs in the fridge before grabbing something out of the plastic bag the food came in.

Eddie comes to sit back next to you and holds out two fortune cookies in the palm of his hand.

“Your fortune, m’lady.” He says, smiling.

Your fingers dance over both of them before grabbing the one on the left.

You crush the cookie in your hand and pull out the little piece of paper. You stuff your face with the cookie quickly before rolling the paper out and holding it to your face.

Swallowing down the treat, you read the small letters printed on the little white piece of paper.

You blink a few times, thinking you’re hallucinating. but nope, every time you open your eyes and reread it there’s four little words, one question, written on it.

Slowly you turn your head to Eddie and he’s there smiling shyly with wide big brown eyes and holding something out in both his hands.

It’s a small box. A blue velvet box and nestled inside is a diamond ring. it’s very small and dainty but definitely cost Eddie everything he has saved.

You look back up to his face and he takes a breath before he speaks. He looks so nervous.

“Y/N,” he starts, “I love you. So much that you’re all I think about everyday. I wonder when I’m going to see you next, what we’re going to do that day, if I can get you to do that cute little snort when you laugh,”

Your eyes are blurry now and you let out a snotty giggle.

“I want you. For the rest of my life. I want you on your good days and your bad days. I want you when you’re happy and sad. I want you when you’re old and wrinkled and you’re telling our grandkids off for flying their hoverboards too high,”

You’re fully crying now, but laughing along with him. His smile is big and there are creases around his mouth.

“I want you forever. Will you marry me?”

You nod fast and all but collapse against him. He catches you against his chest, holding you close as you cry into his neck, his hair tickling at your face.

“Yes, yes, yes. A million times yes!” You say, pulling away and looking at him.

He laughs and smiles down at you, tears pricking at his eyes too. Leaning down, he captures your mouth with his, pressing a hard kiss against you.

Pulling away, his attention comes down to the box still in his hand. He holds it between you and grabs the ring in a shaky hand. You hold your left hand up, shakily as well, and he slips the ring onto your ring finger.

You swallow deeply, trying to compose yourself as you look down at the ring.

Here you are, on the floor of your small new apartment, dressed in gym gear and still sweaty from the move, feeling happier than you ever have in your entire life.

“I love you.” You say looking up at him.

“I love you. Forever.” He says.

You give a snotty laugh and lean forward to kiss him again, “forever.” You say against his lips.

[kibaswhore]

"Mask” w/ Tobi.

Content warning ☄. *. ⋆: Tobi x reader, smut, mentions of food, anal fingering, throat fucking, he also hasn’t showered, slight crack, female reader, just barely caught, also my man Deidara shows up a couple of times

Note ·˚ ༘: So I just wanted smut where the reader has a certain impression of what Tobi would be like in bed but in actuality, Obito never prepared his “Tobi” personality for this particular situation and results in unexpected rough seggs. Enjoy <3. Read responsibly.

You had just entered the building where a few of your colleagues had happily greeted you.

“Afternoon, m’lady,” a smile snuck onto your face as a certain one-eyed blonde approached you. That same smile grew in entertainment as you watched Deidara's face drop and voice lower as he spat, “hello Tobi.”

You and the masked man had just returned from a troublesome mission in the hidden cloud, one that you somehow managed to survive thanks to Tobi’s skill as a renowned “escape artist”. As much as you loved him — his antics could get very tiring to say the least, especially when they involve near death situations. You watched the man in question puff out his chest in a show of bravado as he responded to Deidara, a clear provocation. You chose to stare at the space around you, you found more interest in admiring the new furnishing as opposed to the bickering taking place before you. You got a solid few minutes of watching the potted plants do absolutely nothing but exist until Deidara began to address you again.

“He didn’t almost get you killed again, did he? Or better yet; almost get himself killed, hm?” A smug look played over his face as his arms crossed along his chest. Tobi slouched before pointing a gloved finger at Deidara and you were honestly shocked that the blonde didn’t bite it off — I mean it’s what any rational person would’ve done, right?

“I hope you know I haven’t almost gotten myself killed as much as you have Deidara; I mean you’re the one with a self-detonating Jutsu, not me!!”

“It’s not like I’ve died yet you troglodyte. And I think it’d do you some good to have Jutsu as strong and profound as mine.”

You soon interrupted the squabble, “Well what I think, Tobi, is that you did really well on this mission. I’m really proud of you.” The two men had paused completely and Deidara stared at you with an incredulous look in his eye before he turned and stomped off with a cross of his arms and a pout, muttering a short “whatever, see ya”. You sighed and let out a weary chuckle before turning and gently inviting Tobi into the kitchen to get yourselves something to eat, to which he accepted with a slight stutter.

Making your way into the kitchen, you had checked the fridge for any sort of meal and noticed there wasn’t anything pre-made that had caught your eye. You bet that Tobi was as hungry as you were; too hungry to be picky — but here you were frowning at the lack of store bought savoury foods. You turned to the masked man sheepishly as you spoke,

“Um, I’m going to make something myself if that’s okay? You can grab something from the fridge if you don’t like it.” Tobi put a gloved hand to his forehead in a salute before replying.

“Affirmative! Although I’m sure I will, sweet Y/n.” You blushed at the term of endearment and you left him to his devices as you began to cook. Clearly his devices didn’t last long as you had noticed his figure looming over yours for the past 12 minutes, ogling over each decision you made that brought you to the finished dish. You knew he was close behind you, but you weren’t ready for how close his face (or rather, his mask) was to your face when you turned to ask what condiments he’d like. Your heart began to race as he slowly leaned into you, trapping you between his body and the counter. His hands had snuck past you and quickly pulled the dish from behind you before shooting you a quick and polite “this is fine, thank you for the food!”, dashing away. You stood in the center of the kitchen in embarrassment as you fanned your face. The proximity had left you hot. You had to confront your feelings for the clownish man at some point.

It didn’t take long before you found yourself with two fingers plunged deep into your cunt, nothing else on your mind but your masked partner. Your hooked your fingers slightly and your mind brought you to wonder what he’d do if you had gotten your way with him. He’s so aloof- and wholesome! Would he stare up through the hole in his mask lovingly as you rode him to his peak? Would he slowly fuck you in missionary, desperately avoiding his orgasm? As nice as his build was, he didn’t look like a man with any experience — certainly didn’t act like one. Maybe he would come far too quickly for his liking, resulting in you giving words of encouragement to keep him going. It wasn’t long before the sheets under you grew dark with your juices as you came all over your fingers, repeatedly slurring the same name with a whine; Tobi.

Well, speak of the devil and he will appear. You weren’t sure what gods you pissed off to have this happen, but you wished you had apologized to them sooner. The door to your room slammed open as the man, who you had come to know as your friend, was greeted by your sweaty naked form.

“Dear y/n! Are you oka…y” The poor man couldn’t even finish his question as he felt his clothed cock twitch to life at the sight of you. You swiftly brought him back to reality by closing your legs and screaming to close the door. He obeyed, and the door slid shut behind him before he walked over to the bed you used to be so comfortable in. You immediately noticed that he was missing his cloak, which wasn’t uncommon, but you just loved to ogle the way his black underclothes hugged his tall and somewhat muscular figure. He was also clutching his crotch for dear life. He sat on the edge of your bed as he reached for your inner thigh, gloved fingers digging into the hot flesh. He gently pulled your legs apart and observed the natural lubricant that steadily flowed out from between your pussy lips and drenched your asshole as he slowly began to speak. His voice was gentle and curious, so much like the Tobi you’ve come to know and love.

“You were saying… my name?” You quietly nodded, too afraid to speak and reveal just how out of breath you were from the earth-shattering orgasm that the mere thought of him had put you through. You squeaked when he adjusted himself to sit between your legs as his free hand went to rub slow circles on your clit with extreme focus on how your hole clenched around nothing. The fabric of his glove on your sensitive bud spurred you on even more.

“I need you, Tobi,” you had pleaded much more erotically than you had hoped, but you were unwavering in your stance, “I need that cock.” He didn’t waste any time before he pulled his pants down just past his balls, sure to conceal any scarring on his right leg, letting his length hit his clothed stomach as his reddish tip drooled a steady stream of precum. He tilted his head up as he felt the cold air hit his dick, careful to conceal any noises that could break the character he had spent years perfecting. He almost blew it when you had crawled in front of him on all fours and began stroking his cock slowly. His hips rolled to the pace you set, steadily fucking your hand with a gentle sigh. His cock was throbbing in your palm. His receptiveness to your touch was exactly what you had imagined; he was gonna be a good boy for you. You began to lick a long stripe along the vein on the underside of his length, causing his hips to buck under you. You finally decided to give him some mercy and took him into your mouth. You had nothing but pleasant thoughts as you enjoyed the taste, and even the smell, of him; he hadn’t showered in a while, you could tell, and you liked it that way.

Your thoughts were disturbed when Tobi’s sudden grip on your hair you off guard. Gloved fingers dug into the back of your head and neck as he shoved himself deeper inside your mouth; starting to fuck your throat with reckless abandon. The sounds were pornographic; his low-hanging saliva-coated balls slapped your chin loudly, synced with the sounds your throat made as his cock head entered and reentered your mouth, made for the most beautiful symphony he’s ever heard. You shut your eyes tightly as you took him down to his base where his dark pubes tickled your nose and opened them when he finally relented and pulled you off of his dick. You didn’t have much time to react before he twisted you around so you were lying flat on your stomach, his unexpected man-handling scrambling your brain.

There was no time to question his sudden… enthusiasm as you felt his fat tip slide up and down along your pussy, collecting all the juices that leaked out of you onto his cock to make entering you easier. His left hand had been pressed firmly onto your back and he essentially had you pinned below him; both of his legs on either side of yours as he sat atop the back of your thighs. He shifted from his sitting position to get ready to fuck you, slowly guiding himself inside of you before moving both of his gloved hands to your side to pin you down and hold himself up in an almost push-up-like position.

After carefully watching your pussy slowly swallow half of his length, he pulled back slightly and then roughly speared the rest of himself into you. He didn’t give you much time before he fucked you with deep and fast strokes and knocked the wind out of your lungs. Your pussy was desperately attempting to clench around him, which his pace did not allow. He pulled out to his tip and pushed in all the way to his base, letting his heavy testicles smack your wet clit with each swift thrust. Your feet kicked around as he fucked you deeper into the mattress with the help of your slick, making for the most obscene noises you’ve heard. You were both well aware that your squeals and the sound of the headboard hitting the wall would alert your co-workers, but you couldn’t deny that the thrill of being caught getting thoroughly penetrated by Tobi turned you on even more. It was only a matter of time before you’d begin to invite him to fuck you on the couch in the main area for everyone to see.

You choked back a scream as the masked man’s pace grew faster and more erratic. He was close and you wanted nothing more but to take every drop of what he gave you. You suddenly felt the cold flesh of his hand as he spread your ass cheeks, his cock still kissing your cervix with each thrust. He had taken off his left glove, allowing you to feel the soft pads of his fingers as they firmly gripped your ass and his thumb circled the tight ring of muscle. You gasped at the feeling of his thick digit entering and fucking your asshole as best as it could. You dug your hand under your body, which was still being rocked by the harsh thrusts of your partner, and finally reached your clit and rubbed it as best as you can in your position.

You could feel your second high creeping up on you as a pressure built up in your stomach and Tobi never let up on his pace. You let out a silent scream as the pressure in you snapped and you heard a mutter of a very foreign-sounding “fuck” from under his mask. A gasp left you as Tobi quickly pulled out of you and fisted his cock with the hand that was just fingering your asshole. His balls tightened as he finally released, and the thick ropes of cum had travelled fast and far; his semen landing on the headboard, your head, your back, and eventually drooling onto your ass.

You looked back as Tobi dismounted you, tucking himself back in and putting his glove back on while avoiding your gaze, staring forward. You felt… empty without him so intimately pressed against you, fucking you like you were just a doll for his pleasure only. You already missed the way he abused your tight cunt, turning onto your side posed in the most delicious position. You were so hot and Tobi had lost control like he was some hormonal teenager; something he told himself he’d never allow to do ever again. He turned to leave and opened the door before turning back around to look at you. He gulped at your wearily entertained expression; a face that suggested you knew he was about to try and bullshit his way out of the very uncharacteristic dominance he just displayed. He cleared his throat, which he had to admit was already pretty dry and did in fact, start to bullshit.

“Oh- well um- I guess I’ll see you around!! Maybe uh- a round two- perhaps? That would be nice- wouldn’t it??” He kept on going and going — his voice unintentionally cracking may I add — until he fully backed out the door and closed it after a short “bye”. He barely got to exhale before he was immediately met with Deidara’s eye of suspicion as it stared into Tobi’s own eye. The ravenette couldn’t help the scream that sounded from him, a genuine scream, followed by the brutal quiet of the vicinity. The silence between the two was filled with chewing noises, the blonde’s gaze unwavering as his left hand was very obviously feeding on detonating clay from a small sack he held with in his right. Tobi slowly stepped to the side and ran down the hall, the sound of his footsteps disappearing sooner than they should’ve. That fucker teleported away. Deidara closed his eye in frustration before looking at the door and remembering why he was here in the first place. He wanted to talk to you about joining him on a mission he was given in which he’d return to wreak havoc upon the hidden stone, his home, yet again.

“What was that idiot doing in there?” He had relinquished his hand from the bag of clay before opening the door to be met with your almost naked figure. You were in the middle of hooking your bra together when you noticed the door open and froze entirely before quietly greeting him. Deidara’s jaw dropped nearly to the floor. Your hair was not in the same state as it was when you came in, you were nearly naked, and Tobi had just left your room. You had just gotten fucked. And out of all people it was by-

“TOBI???”