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cherryflavoured7777 · 1 year ago

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Do you miss me, dear? [h.c]

Summary: Stuck at a graduation party, surrounded by memories of your past relationship and your own loneliness, your night takes an unexpected turn when you find yourself dialing the number of the one person you vowed you wouldn't contact.

Pairing: College!Hazel x College!Fem!Reader

Contains: smut 18+ only, explicit language, drinking, smoking, mutual pining, slightly toxic reader I think, fingering (r! receiving), oral(r! receiving), break-up/make-up sex, idiots in love, this one gets straight-up MUSHY I’m not gonna lie

Word count: 4.1k

a/n: I just need to say I am deeply obsessed with all of you who interacted with either of my last two fics. reading your comments/ replies seriously makes me SO happy you have no idea. Got me giggling and shit fr! I don’t know why my writing always ends up including partying and drinking but maybe it’s because I just graduated college and am having an existential post-grad crisis. Anyway 💀I hope you enjoy and thank you again for reading!!!

Also, this is inspired by this song by one of my favourite bands:

“I don’t know what I’m still doing here.” You say out loud to yourself, standing up from the musty green couch you were sitting on. An empty beer bottle falls from the cushion onto the ground, shattering into pieces beside your foot.

This party sucked. Pushing your way through the crowded, stuffy kitchen, you couldn't shake off the feeling of suffocation. Tipsy couples entangled in each other's arms seemed to be everywhere, a painful reminder of what you once had and lost. The memories of being that annoying person in love at a party flooded back, amplifying the ache of your loneliness.

The thumping music in your ears only made your head pound harder. Desperate for a breath of fresh air, you stumbled toward the door, ignoring the intoxicated laughter and clinking glasses that filled the air. As you stepped outside, the cool night breeze hit your face, offering a momentary rescue from the overwhelming atmosphere inside.

The darkness of the night sky above seemed to swallow you whole, but it felt strangely comforting. Leaning against the porch railing, you closed your eyes, trying to regain your composure. In the silence outside, you could hear distant laughter and the faint sound of music, muffled by the walls of the house.

You settled into a seat around a glass table, next to a guy you recognized from one of your classes. You exchanged a quick nod of acknowledgment before reaching into your purse, retrieving a box of cigarettes. Smoking was not a regular habit for you, but you reserved it for moments like these—after a few drinks and a growing sense of irritation.

You lit the end of the cigarette, watching it crackle, and took a long drag. As you exhaled the smoke, you tilted your head back, noticing the full moon glowing brightly above.

"Full moon tonight," the boy beside you remarked, his voice carrying a note of intrigue. "They say some crazy shit can happen on full moons."

You chuckled bitterly. "Yeah, well, that could explain why I'm stuck at this party right now."

He leaned back, studying you intently.

“I wish I could be an astronaut and get the fuck out of here.” You mused, gaze fixed on the bright glow of the moon. "I only came to this party because she said she would be here." Another drag of the cigarette punctuated your words.

"Who's she?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"My ex," you replied, trying to seem nonchalant. His gaze was fixed on you, "Hazel."

Until today, you hadn't spoken to Hazel in over three months, choosing to cut off all contact in an attempt to speed up the process of moving on. You're both surprised that you managed to endure the silence for so long, and disappointed that she hasn't made any effort to reach out, not even once.

That was until about six hours ago when you were sitting at a coffee shop on campus with your roommate, Brittany, studying for your upcoming statistics exam.

"Don't look now, but Hazel just walked in," she whispers, her tone hushed, and her eyes widening. "And she's with another girl."

Your heart plummeted into your stomach. You were seated with your back to the door, and you watched as they both approached the corner, heading in your direction.

"Brittany!" the blonde girl accompanying Hazel exclaims, leaving the three of you momentarily stunned.

Hazel follows a few steps behind, clearly taken aback by the encounter. She looked annoyingly hot, her disheveled brown hair, baggy white t-shirt and black jeans, adorned with her signature silver chains and rings. It takes all your strength not to stare.

"Hey, Amanda," Brittany replied, forcing a polite smile. "Hazel."

Hazel offers a nod in greeting to Brittany and then to you. You feel like a middle-schooler again, awkward and unsure of how to act around your crush.

"Did you manage to finish that paper for Professor Sharpe's class?" the girl asked.

As Brittany carries on the conversation with Amanda, you can feel Hazel's gaze on you, catching her eyes occasionally.

You never anticipated the aftermath of your breakup with Hazel to be this awkward. All those nights spent tangled up together, where you both believed you could read each other's minds, now reduced to this.

"So, Hazel, are you going to Emma’s graduation party tonight? All of us are going," Brittany chimed in, attempting to steer the conversation away from the obvious tension.

Hazel smiled sheepishly, replying, "Yeah, I’m going."

"Cool," Brittany replied, her smile masking the underlying awkwardness in the air.

A beat of uncomfortable silence hung between you all.

"Will you be there?" Hazel asked breaking the silence, turning toward you, her voice almost hesitant.

"Yeah, I'll be there," you said, mustering a small smile. "Wouldn’t want to miss it."

Hazel smiled, "Cool," she said, her voice soft, "I'll see you there then."

Just as the atmosphere began to ease, Amanda abruptly intervened, her grip firm on Hazel's hand. "Hazel, let’s go, I forgot something in my car," Amanda said, her tone strangely possessive, and she dragged Hazel away before you could utter another word.

This breadcrumb of information has led you here. You spent the first fifteen minutes at the party searching for her like a lost puppy. When you couldn't find her, you contemplated leaving but opted to drown your thoughts with tequila shots instead. Now, you're clinging to any scrap of attention you can find, desperately trying to purge her from your mind.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the male voice beside you. "D’you have a light?" he asked, his cigarette aimed in your direction. You stare at him for a moment, deadpan, still frozen in your thoughts from the events that unfolded earlier today.

"Fuck it," you muttered under your breath, reaching for your phone. You’re calling her.

“You’re soaked,” Hazel says as you climb into the front seat of her car, her tone a mix of concern and annoyance. “Seriously, you’re getting mud all over the floor of my car.” While you were waiting for Hazel to pick you up from the party, It started raining, you thought enduring it outside would be better than being stuffed in that small house full of people you didn't even really know.

“You lied.” You retort back.

“What?”

“You said you were coming to the party.”

“Yeah well, my plans changed. Put your seatbelt on.” As she shifted the car into reverse, she placed her hand on your seat to steady herself. With a quick glance over your shoulder, she backed out of the driveway in one brisk movement.

You attempted to keep your composure, trying not to make it entirely obvious that you were basically drooling over how hot she looked doing that.

“I can tell that there’s someone else,” You say after a few moments of silence, trying to disguise your jealousy with innocent curiosity. “Come on, tell me,” You finally click your seatbelt into place. “I can take it well.”

"Oh, I know you can," she replied, shooting you a smug look, trying to divert this conversation from getting too deep right now.

“Hazel.” You groan at her dumb attempt at an innuendo, throwing your head backward and hitting the headrest. “Just be honest. Is it the girl from the coffee shop earlier? Or what about the girl Isabel saw you with last week at the library? Or both? Who am I kidding, there’s probably even more than that.”

“Do you have like, personal spies assigned to watch over me?”

You don’t respond right away, deciding to avoid her questions like she’s avoiding yours. You crank the window open and throw your head out. The spring wind cool on your face.

“God, you’re so annoying sometimes.”

She’s quiet for a moment.

Look, I know I wasn't where I said I'd be, but I was busy, doing stuff," she replied defensively.

"Yeah," you scoffed, your words tinged with a hint of anger. "I'm sure you were."

You sit the next few minutes in silence, wondering if this whole thing was a bad idea. You couldn't pinpoint why you had called her in the first place. The intensity of seeing her earlier mixed with the disappointment of the lackluster party had left you missing her, even though you weren't entirely sure why.

"So, where am I taking you?" Hazel asked, her gaze shifting from the road to you. Strands of her brown hair were tousled by the wind.

Your buzz had faded, and with it, your initial courage waned. Swallowing hard, you hesitated before speaking. "Can I sleep at yours? Not— not like that," you hurriedly clarified, feeling a sudden need to explain. "It's just that Brittany has her new boyfriend over, and I could go back there, but I don’t really want to."

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

After a moment, Hazel hesitantly rested her hand on your thigh, both of you aware of the significance of the touch, even if neither acknowledged it. Her fingers gave a gentle squeeze, the subtle pressure made your tummy flip. Beneath the surface, an unspoken understanding lingered, hinting that this night might entail more than just a ride home.

Hazel's apartment is full of brown moving boxes, an aching reminder of why you broke up in the first place.

“Wow, this place is pretty much all packed up.” You say, slowly walking through the place, eventually landing at the doorway into her bedroom.

She nods in response, her face reflecting a mixture of anticipation and sadness, settling down at the end of her bed.

"So, when do you leave?" The question weighed heavily on your heart as you voiced it. You wished you didn't have to ask these questions, yearning for a time when you were part of her plans, not just a spectator.

“Two weeks. My Aunt is gonna meet me at JFK and help me move into my new place.”

You sighed, feeling brave, "I wish I had the date circled on my calendar, helping you move, or going with you." You say the last part quiet, mostly to yourself.

The conversation lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

You walked over to her dresser, where a mirror was propped up, decorated with photos of you two from a photobooth, still clinging to the glass. Your heart swelled with mixed emotions.

Hazel says your name, breaking you from your trance.

“Come here,” she says.

You walk over slowly, standing between her legs. Your hands rest on her shoulders and you take a deep breath.

With both of your gazes locked, her hands came up behind your thighs, gently grabbing them and pulling them on either side of her one by one so you’re straddling her. Her hand comes up to brush a piece of hair from your face.

“You’re so beautiful, baby” Her voice is barely a whisper as she stares up at you, her eyes practically shimmering with your reflection, Her hands settle on your waist, the warmth of her touch sending a pang of guilt through you. This breakup was unlike any you'd experienced before, and the raw emotions lingered, making you hesitate for a moment.

Your hands move up to cradle her face, your thumb dragging on her bottom lip. Still maintaining intense eye contact, you slowly slip your finger into her mouth, watching her with a mix of awe and longing.

The silence as you stare at each other is anything but awkward. It was charged with the weight of shared mourning, each of you navigating the complexity of a relationship's end.

You removed your finger, and in response, she grabbed your head gently, guiding it down towards her face, her eyes locked onto yours. Your lips barely grazed each other, and you wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear your rapid heartbeat. Hazel kissed you slowly at first, the touch of her lips sending a rush through your entire body. It quickly escalated, and there was a certain neediness to the way you both kissed, scared it could be the last time.

"Missed you," She whispered against your lips. Your mouths slid together, tongues pressing and exploring. The intensity of the kiss speaks volumes, like you were making up for lost time. Her lips found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, lingering kisses, setting your body on fire.

“Fuck, Hazel.” It was almost embarrassing how quickly you melted beneath her touch. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” You say, your voice strained, a soft moan escaping your lips. You very much wanted to be doing this, you just thought you should at least try to seem like you had stronger breakup morals than you did. Her hands found the curve of your ass, and you instinctively started to rock your hips slowly back and forth, seeking some much-needed friction.

"Do you want me to stop? Say the word, and I'll stop, pretty girl," she murmured against your neck, her open-mouthed kisses and gentle suction on your pulse point sending shivers down your spine. You didn't reply with words, but your fingers found her hair, silently urging her to continue. "I need an answer, babygirl,"

"Don't stop," you breathed, your voice catching in your throat. "Please, don't stop." Your hips still lazily moving on her. Her mouth was back on yours, deepening the kiss as she guided you both down, her hands roaming over the back of your legs and your ass. She tugged at the hem of your shirt, helping you out of it and leaving you in your black lace bra.

"So fucking perfect. Missed you so fucking much," she confessed,

"I missed you too, Haze, every day," you whined,

"You ever think about me? she asked, breathless. "About this?" she continued

You nodded, your breath hitching as you confessed, "All the time. Couldn't stop thinking about you, your hands, your mouth."

Her eyes darken as you sit up and effortlessly unhook your bra, leaning back down, your lips finding their way to her collarbone, marking a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Your hands slowly creep their way up under her shirt, seeking permission. She nods, a silent affirmation, and you gently peel her shirt off over her head. Your stomach flips as you feel her arms effortlessly turn both of you over, trading places, landing on your back as she hovers over you. Her silver chain dangling above your face. It felt like your first time all over again, you felt a sense of shyness creeping over you under her gaze. Anticipation and excitement blooming in your chest.

“Fuck, look at you.” She says. The way she’s studying you makes you feel like the most beautiful thing to ever exist, as if every curve of your body is a masterpiece deserving of praise. Unable to contain your impatience, you pull her head down to meet your lips, your hips instinctively bucking up, frustration showing in the heated moment. Her fingers start to trail downwards under your skirt, meeting your clothed cunt. “You want me to fuck you? Hm?” She whispers in your ear, “Is that what you want baby?” She taunts, her fingers slowly grazing over your underwear.

You nod vigorously, your enthusiasm evident. She responds by sucking on your neck again, sending shivers down your spine, your face flushed with heat. Your hands instinctively tug at her hair.

“Yes, Haze, please, fuck.” You arch your neck, pressing it firmly into the softness of the pillow beneath, a small gasp escaping your lips as you surrender to the moment. “Want your fingers inside of me.”

She makes a noise of desperation, her warm breath fanning over your face. “Gonna make you feel so good baby” She moves your underwear to the side, running her fingers through your slick folds. You gasp and she groans. “Wanna make it up to you.”

She tugs at the waistband of your skirt. You lift your hips as she guides it down along with your underwear. Hazel curses under her breath, “You’re so wet, it’s so fucking hot.” She plants kisses all over your chest, each one feeling like it could set you on fire.

She slowly fucks you with her middle finger, the touch leaving you reeling. She adds her ring finger, her free hand snaking under your neck. Her fingers gently grab the side of your face while she fucks you, slightly tugging and grazing them against your parted lips. It's an intimate gesture, conveying both tenderness and desire.

Your hips buck up to meet her fingers. “Holy fuck” you groan as she pumps them faster into you. “Like that,” your voice is completely shot. Your entire body fizzed from the contact. You gently bite down on her fingers near your mouth while she places kisses all over your cheeks and your lips. Your head spun with thoughts of her - her mouth, her hair, her scent, Hazel was everywhere, all-encompassing.

“Fuck, you’re so good” She half slurs, her voice wrecked, pupils blown and her lips parted. “So good for me.” She whispers, keeping her pace, dragging her digits through the wetness at your core.

Her mouth makes its way down your body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses until she’s on her stomach between your thighs. Pumping faster, her lips suck at your clit. Her other hand presses down on your abdomen, holding you in place. You cup your aching tits, feeling them move with every motion she makes.

“Hazel,” you whine, “Haze, I-” Her fingers pick up the pace, curling inside of you. You tread your fingers through her hair, tugging slightly, the coil in your tummy growing tighter and tighter.

“I know, honey, I know,” She says in response to your moans. “You sound so pretty baby, missed those sounds so much.” She keeps babbling, telling you how good you are and how pretty you look for her.

“Fuck, don’t stop” you moan as she continues fucking you with her mouth and fingers, her pace alternating between teasing and fast, pushing you toward the edge. The contrast in her movements intensifies the pleasure, almost giving you want you want but flaking at the last moment, it’s torture.

“Shit, you’re almost there sweetheart” Hazel swears under her breath, voice laced with her own arousal. Her words drive you closer to the edge. You swear you can see stars as the overwhelming feeling shocks through your body. Your heart rate picks up immensley, pounding in your chest.

“Gonna come for me baby, yeah?” “Want you to come all over these fingers.”

And you did. Your body clenches around her fingers, trembling, moans and curses spilling from your lips. Your eyes form with tears from the overstimulation. Her face landed in the crook of your neck, planting sloppy kisses and whispering reassurances as she guides you through the climax.

“Good girl, that’s it, honey. That’s it,” she murmurs.

Her fingers still slowly pumping in and out of you, riding out your high.

“Holy shit," you say once you've caught your breath. "Haze, c'mere." She lifts her head back up and you yank her face down to yours, tasting yourself on her lips as she lets out a soft moan. When you eventually pull away, both breathless, you lock eyes before bursting into disbelieving laughter.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You whisper.

"I can," she says smugly. You playfully shove her before she collapses beside you. Both of you lie face to face, studying each other's features, committing them to memory, afraid you might forget what they look like. Her hand rests on your waist, mindlessly grazing up and down.

"What's the real reason you didn't come to the party? You ask. Were you with someone else?" Hazel shakes her head.

She pauses before speaking, "I thought if there was any chance of you being there, that I was gonna walk in and maybe see you with someone else. There was no way I could've handled that. I've been distracting myself with other girls, yeah, but..." Her voice trails off. "You have no idea how in love with you I still am." Her voice cracking with emotion. You can see a tear forming in Hazel’s eye, glimmering in the low light of the room.

“Hazel..” Your own voice slightly breaking. You reach out and drag your thumb delicately against her cheek, wiping the stray tear away. Your heart is breaking with a mixture of guilt and longing for the girl lying beside you.

“I still play pretend, in my head.” She whispers.

You smile, your hand resting on her neck, giving it a gentle squeeze, a signal of encouragement for her to keep going.

“I picture us, living together in our apartment in the city.”

Hazel was moving to New York City to work for her aunt after graduation. The reason you broke up, neither of you wanting to do long distance.

“Waking up next to you everyday, cooking you breakfast, fucking you on the countertop for hours” You both laugh at that. “Ever since I met you, I’ve always pictured you just being there. And these past few months…”

“Absolute hell.” You finish for her.

“Absolute hell.” She agrees.

You take her hand and squeeze it, a silent form of reassurance.

She shifts slightly and hovers over you again, brushing your damp hair off your forehead with her hand, and scans your face. “I don’t want this to end” she whispers.

You wish you could capture this moment, tuck it away, and replay it whenever you wanted. You’ve been waiting for her to say these exact words for the past three months, you just never thought it would happen. The reason for your break-up still heavily taunts the back of your mind.

“I love you” you reply, your voice barely a whisper. Taking her face in your hand and capturing her in another kiss. She kisses you sweetly and desperately.

You pull away, gently coaxing her back towards you, and cuddle her into your chest, assuming the role of the big spoon.

She nestles into your arms, finding comfort in the warmth of your body. With a soft sigh, she murmurs, "I wish we had more time.”

You tighten your hold around her, "We'll figure something out, I promise," you whisper, though you aren’t even sure of the reality of your own words. You choose to let go of the uncertainties, preferring to revel in the present moment. She looks back at you, and you kiss her forehead, a silent promise to cherish what you have, even if time feels fleeting.

“God damn full moon.” You mutter to yourself, remembering your earlier conversation at the party.

“What?” She asks.

“Nothing.” You say. “Don’t worry about it.” You kiss her shoulder, settling into the softness of the moment.

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tagging @astroph1les @vster0769

#hazel callahan #bottoms 2023 #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms movie #hazel bottoms #hazel callahan fanfic #ruby cruz #wlw #sapphic #Spotify

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sethsclearwater · 1 year ago

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thinking about paulxreaderxseth or paulxreaderxjared earlyyyyy into their relationship/imprinting when they first realize she has a daddy kink 🫣 like it takes them having really rough sex for the first time for it to slip out and she’s so embarrassed but they love it and can’t believe it since they thought she was so innocent omfg I’m dying just writing this to you

— the 🫣 anon who stays requesting poly I can’t help it

OH MY GOD??? this would be PERFECT with paulxreaderxjared - these two clowns would just be going absolutely CRAZY when she lets it slip and would never let her live it down💀

...

"taking my cock like such a good girl aren't you?" paul asked as he pounded himself into you, his thrusts remaining unrelenting despite the tears rapidly streaming down your cheeks as you tried your damndest to keep up with him and jared.

the two boys had managed to push you into the subspace on 2 separate occasions, though only just barely. today though seemed to be a completely different story. you were a sobbing mess, barely able to form a coherent sentence as your imprinters fucked you.

before you could even think about it, you were responding to paul, "yes daddy-" you whimpered and that caught both boys' attention, jared letting out a loud laugh as paul let out a low groan, his thrusts stuttering a bit as he tried not to cum right then and there.

"what did you just say to paul babe?" jared asked, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. he cupped your face in his hand, smiling as you subconsciously leaned into his touch, cheeks a bright pink as you processed what you just said.

"called him daddy," you whispered, peeking up at jared through your tear soaked lashes, your desire to be good for him outweighing your embarassment over the whole thing.

you let out a loud whine when paul reached down to rub your clit with his thumb, picking his thrusts up again when he was sure he wasn't going to cum, "'s what i thought," jared mused, stroking your cheek with his thumb, "didn't think she had a daddy kink," jared teased, allowing his gaze to drift down your body and then up to paul who just laughed and rolled his eyes.

"always full of surprises this one," paul responded, rolling your clit between his fingers which had you letting out a loud sob as you tried to process all the pleasure, more tears streaming down your cheeks at the action, "you gonna cum on daddy's cock, kitten? show me how good my cock feels in that little pussy of yours?" paul teased, keeping his composure together awfully well considering how close he was to shooting his load into you.

you nodded, blubbering some incoherent response before you finally managed to get out, "yes daddy," both boys laughing as you reached up to frantically brush away the tears from your cheeks.

you felt the coil in your belly tightening as you neared your orgasm, quickly reaching your hand back until you found your other imprinter's cock, eliciting a loud groan from the male when you wrapped your fist around his cock.

"want you to cum too daddy," you whimpered, more tears rapidly streaming down your cheeks as you tried your best not to cum until you knew both boys would be cumming with you.

"'m right behind you babe," jared reassed, dropping his head back to let out a loud groan when you began pumping your hand up and down his cock, all three of you desperate for your respective releases.

"go on princess, cum on daddy's cock," paul encouraged, his comment sending you right over to the edge to your orgasm, both boys cumming right after you as promised.

you were desperately sucking in lungfuls of air as you rode our your orgasm, paul's grip on your hips softening as he came down from his high.

once your eyes finally fluttered open a few minutes later, you found jared looking down at you with his usual goofy smile on his face, "so a daddy kink, huh?" he asked, both boys laughing as your cheeks were immediately coated with a dark pink blush.

#poly!jaredxreaderxpaul #poly!paulxreaderxjared #paul lahote #jared cameron #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote fluff #paul lahote smut #paul lahote blurb #jared cameron imagine #jared cameron x reader #jared cameron blurb #jared cameron smut #jared cameron fluff #twilight #the twilight saga #imagine #blurb #smut

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olinblogin · 1 year ago

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Can you write clown!child!reader that plays silly innocent pranks and honks whenever they're really happy? I prefer if you made some headcanons/one shot with Kaufmo or Jax, if you want to add more characters then be my guest! Believe me, I don't mind at all lol

Ohhh I’ve been waiting for a clown reader tbf!

In the long run I don’t know to much abt Kaufmo bc duh he literally abstracted in the pilot— so please take my limited info about him with a pinch of salt

This one is gonna be relatively short because I don’t have much to work on plot wise since only the pilot of the show is out

(Theres no normal Kaufmo gifs so here 💀)

(WARNINGS - CHILD!READER, SLIGHT ANGST AT THE END)

When you’d first arrived, a lot were shocked to see you didn’t freak out like most would when first entering the Amazing Digital Circus.

In fact, you were quite ecstatic.

They were all shocked to see a child of all to be transported into the Circus. But you adapted quickly to your surroundings, even becoming comfortable with everyone, especially Kaufmo.

You spent most your time with Kaufmo, actually. You both took the form of clowns in a way, so it was bound that you two would get along.

To you he was almost like an older brother, always scolding you when you’d play little pranks on your friends. Some harmless, some a little less harmless.

Like the time you glued Caine’s staff to the floor.

Usually when you wanted to play pranks you’d go to Jax for help carrying them out, seeing as you’re the smallest of the group you had a hard time doing things as easily as the others did.

It was so fun all the time, every time you’d get caught doing your pranks you’d squeeze your little nose and make a honking sound as you dashed away.

Then, there was a new member, Pomni.

She was a jester of sorts… but oh, so jumpy. You tried greeting her with Ragatha, only for her to break out into a string of curses—which despite censored by Caine—Ragatha still covered your ears.

Eventually Ragatha was down on your level, “hey, sweetie? Can you do me a small favor?” She asked softly, to which you tilted your head in response, as you didn’t often talk so you used body language instead. “Please don’t play any pranks on Pomni, okay? She’s really jumpy and she might get hurt if you do.” You put a finger on your mouth in consideration, nodding happily.

“Thanks, sweetie. Go have fun, Caine is making us play capture the Gloinks again, I know that’s your favorite.” With that you zipped off and chased around the little shapes, while Ragatha took Pomni on a little tour with Jax.

You played the game for a while until you stumbled across the hallway of rooms, where some faces were crossed off with a big red ‘X’ for a reason you didn’t know, nor would you understand.

You were searching high and low for those little Gloinks but.. you soon came across Kaufmo’s door, it was wide open with signs of struggle being visible.

You peered into his room, he was no where to be found. You now had a new objective from the game, to find Kaufmo.

You searched everywhere, you even managed to get out of the circus to look for him.

But no matter your efforts you just couldn’t find him at all… soon, Caine caught you outside of the circus and brought you back, all of the group together, save for Kaufmo.

You made your way over to Ragatha, tugging her skirt, “Ragatha, where’s Kaufmo?” You asked in your quiet voice. Ragatha couldn’t bring herself to say it, only looking away in a guilty manner.

“What happened to him.. where’s Kaufmo?”

#TADC #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #child reader #tadc kaufmo #tadc ragatha #angst ending

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bihanspookies · 1 year ago

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Since i heard you write for Tekken I have an idea: Dating Tekken 6 Jin SFW and NSFW headcannons

HELL YEAHH

First of all congrats on successfully managing to get into a relationship with Tekken 6 Jin lmao

Man’s had extreme tunnel vision trying to get to his end goal and was not pleasant.

SFW

• Let’s be real, he’s more focused on his agenda so he doesn’t spend much time with you. Does try to make it up by sending you gifts, money, telling you to take his card and treat yourself to lunch or shopping.

• The times that ARE spent with you…. He’s still working on ways to take down Kazuya. You’ll be trying to talk to him while he’s texting Nina or anyone else he works with about upcoming plans.

• It’s not always like this, he’ll ask about your day and what you did and he really does love hearing about it even though he’s not very expressive in showing it.

• Not particularly into PDA.

• When you’re out in public he’ll have you wrap your arm around his, guide you with a protective hand on your back through a crowd and just stand relatively close to keep an eye on you.

• Def orders for you if you’re going out to eat, always pays, he’s gentleman really but unfortunately will take work related calls and will cut dates early if he’s needed.

• Sometimes he does wonder and ask why you’re with him since he’s not the most present partner. He’s not trying to start a fight, he’s genuinely curious even though he more or less warned you beforehand what getting into a relationship with him would entail.

• Days off for him are rare so if you wake up and he’s still in bed TAKE ADVANTAGE because you don’t know when you’ll have another opportunity to do so.

• I think he’d like if you pampered him in the sense of you cooking him breakfast and bringing it in bed, taking a shower and washing his body, etc etc etc.

• Kisses on the side of your head with a hand holding the other side to keep you still. He’ll kiss you in private when no one’s around, grab the sides of your face to really plant it on you.

NSFW

• He’s definitely on the more quiet side when you have sex. Now don’t get me wrong it’s not like you’re fucking a dead man but all he really does are very subtle groans, grunts and some heavy breathing through his nose. It’s not that he’s not enjoying himself but he wants to focus on pleasuring you and bringing you to climax first.

• I’m gonna say it, he’s also not very expressive either when fucking. Furrows his eyebrows, grits his teeth and barely parts his lips. That’s the most you’re gonna get.

• He likes sex but he doesn’t particularly need to have it, whenever he does he’s doing it more for you if that makes sense (especially since he’s so focused on defeating his dad and raging war against the rest of the world 💀)

• He will let you know he’s in the mood by hugging you from behind and massaging your body in various places. Eventually will lower his hand to your groin and cup it, pushing himself against your ass.

• Helps get you in the mood by using his fingers on you while kissing you softly.

• Strikes me as a missionary man as simple as that is BUT he makes that one position throw out all the other ones because of how good he fucks you.

• He doesn’t fuck fast he’s not a jackrabbit lmao but he does have those rhythmic deep strokes that have stars dance in your vision.

• Clit?? Hard tight circles with his thumb. Dick?? Focuses primary on the head with the center of his palm and gently squeezing it in his fist.

• He will indulge you sometimes if you want to take charge though but he’ll only do it by letting you ride him because he can still control the pace if he wanted to (this is also the only way to get him to be more vocal and expressive lmao). Show him how much you want him, how good he’s making you feel and you have his eyes rolling into the back of his head and letting out a low groan.

• Prefers giving oral but again you’d probably have to ask for it. HOWEVER!! Oral is one of the things he will take his time on because it’s such a slow buildup to climax.

• Receiving oral isn’t really up his alley but won’t stop you if you want to please him especially because he loves how you look with his cock in your mouth (he won’t say it though).

• Isn’t really into cuddling but you slowly open him up to the idea. At first the most he’ll let you do is rest your head on his chest while he lightly puts his arm around you with his hand on your back or hip. Eventually he’ll let you snuggle into his chest but he does keep himself propped up with an elbow while his other hand just kinda traces random patterns on your body.

• Tells you I love you in moments like this when you’re basking in the afterglow of your love making. He runs the tips of his fingers down your cheek and jaw and murmurs it softly while looking into your eyes.

• Because as much of a nasty jerk and asshole as Tekken 6 Jin is lmao, he won’t bring that attitude into the bedroom or just whenever he’s having alone time with you.

• He’s gonna do his best to treat you right because throughout all this war and chaos you’ve managed to get into his heart.

#jin kazama #jin kazama x reader #tekken #my writings #asks

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lil-elle · 1 year ago

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Can I request xikers reaction to you smacking their ass?please)🧍

HELP ME THIS IS SO SILLY

Smacking XIKERS' Ass 💀

pairs: bsf!xikers x gn!reader

genre: crack, (mostly) shy boys, best friends, crushes? (Yujuns one)

word count: 827

content: mild coarse language (?) ((Literally in the title too))

a/n: i love silly stuff like this sometimes hehehhehehe

Minjae:

Would squeak out of surprise and then get embarrassed by it

He'd turn around and look at you smirking at him. He'd be so red in the face

Try to play off his shyness and embarrassment with anger, scolding you but his voice is cracking and you can't take him seriously 😭

Junmin:

Would just gasp and freeze, taking a good few minutes to process what just happened

Would look down at you slowly and just stutter gibberish, you can't help but giggle at his flusteredness

When he finally snaps back to reality he'd be wagging his finger at you, scolding you with a high pitched voice, telling you that's immature and inappropriate

From then on he'd somehow manage to catch your hand whenever you try and do it again

Sumin:

“Woah!” “Hey, now!” “Look but don't touch!” chuckles and other cheesy one liners

He'd smack yours back as payback, let's be real. But it's okay, you probably like it (he liked when you smacked his too 💀)

It'd become a competition honestly, you'd sneak up on each other and try and smack each other as hard as possible and whenever one of you screams, the other would just point and laugh

Jinsik:

Would gasp and just turn to you dramatically with a red face while trying to ask you why you did that through stutters

Would then try and play it off with a joke or something as if his face isn't beet red and you'd just be giggling at him, clearly not buying it until he'd eventually just bury his face in his hands

Literally a roller-coaster of emotions. He would not be forgetting this for a while

Hyunwoo:

He'd cope with being embarrassed by rambling to you about the ethics of doing something like that and how completely unacceptable it is (random bullshit) all while his face is slowly going red

He'd be like “well what if I did it back to you!” Only for you to stare back at him like 👁👁 (you want him to do it, you just didn't expect that)

He'd end up just running away and he'd literally lie awake that night. Poor boy is traumatised from the embarrassment and now he's convinced you think he's a weirdo

Junghoon:

He'd just turn around like 🤨 but a small smile would start to creep onto his face that he'd try to hide but it'd be too obvious

He'd honestly just think it's funny or random of you to do that, maybe a little embarrassed but mostly just playing it off like “lmfao what”

You'd keep doing in everyday trying to get a reaction out of him and he'd just be like “pfft” every time and nothing more, may as well give up 😔

Seeun:

He wouldn't make any sound or actually be that scared or surprised. He'd just turn to you with a smirk on his face, just finding it amusing

He'd find a way to start teasing you….somehow 💀. He'd be like “damn didn't know you wanted to touch me so bad." He'd make you the one that's embarrassed for doing it

He'd also definitely do it back to you. He'd catch you off guard and just smack with the most speed and velocity. Bro would literally send you into orbit I'm not gonna lie

Yujun:

He'd shriek like lowkey shriek like a little girl. He'd just turn around like :O and stare at you so flabbergasted

He'd be so red too, like head to toe red as he stares at your satisfied grin. He wouldn't even be embarrassed, just flustered by the contact. He's a little baby, what can you say

He'd be another one to lay awake and think about it. All im saying is he definitely has a crush on you and you just made it worse

Hunter:

IJBOL. He would burst out laughing and you'd just be confused but he wouldn't stop laughing and you'd end up feeling awkward and embarrassed for some reason (he's doing it on purpose

He'd tease you about it, saying it's cute or something and just making you feel so flustered so you'd never do it again

Secretly, it made him super embarrassed which is why he tried so hard to influence you to never do it again. He doesn't want you to see his weak side

Yechan:

Literally wouldn't care like he'd just smile and chuckle that little chuckle of his. Then he'd just be like “what's up?” As if smacking his ass was a greeting of some sort

You'd just be standing there like “???” because the other members at least acknowledged what you did but he's just standing there talking to you like it didn't happen???

You'd just walk away confused until suddenly he's sneaking up behind you to do it back and you're shrieking and he's laughing at you do hard you're convinced he might suffocate

♡♡♡♡♡♡

TAGLIST:

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bella-rose29 · 1 year ago

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episode 1 commentary - This Will Be Us

Lockwood and Co on Netflix

spoilers obviously (for both the books and the show), and I'm gonna put swearing even though I haven't written anything yet, I was apparently very in love with all three of them and also I was very feral about lockwood too (that's definitely a warning)

edit: definitely swearing, and also there's no context for most of this so if you don't know the show that well then good luck (and go watch it, it's really good!)

omg I just realised that the first episode starts with a ghost lamp and the last episode starts with a ghost lamp

cameron's voice omg

cameron's hands omg

I need to calm down it's like 30 seconds in

I love that before they show their faces they show all the equipment it really sets the vibe omg

"Greek fire, which should only ever be used indoors under carefully controlled circumstances" lol

don't think of another four, Lockwood, you don't remember the ones 6 you have

lockwood straightening up his tie and sniffing is so funny to me and idk why

I love that they use the shadow inside mrs hope's house!!!

"problem" being emphasised omg (I'm almost certainly reading into everything too much)

Cameron Chapman you beautiful beautiful boy

omg I just realised they switched lockwood and lucy's lines around??? in the books lockwood's the one who calls adults useless and I think that sets up his charm in the show so much better but also sets up their personalities much better? like lockwood is the charming smiley one that everyone loves, and Lucy is prone to being a bit of a menace

the way lockwood looks around at her after she says adults are useless 💀

mrs hope is so much posher than I remember her being

love that she just ignores lockwood and only talks to lucy

omg they swapped again, in the book lockwood is the one who says 'the cleverer one' after Lucy asks 'sarcastic or ironic?' - don't get me wrong I love this show so much but I feel like it takes away some of lockwood's childish-ness (idk if that's a word)? like in the books he's quite often just a silly little boy making jokes

his hands

I love that they have loads of green lighting

oh lockwood you silly little man you absolutely need chains

eat that biscuit luce (now I want a biscuit)

wooo ghost

yeah no shit lockwood

"been too busy trying to make contact with the living" mood

"of course she is, she's dead" lockwood my man 💀

how the hell did Lucy manage to hold on to that painting I would have just fallen off and died

omgomgomg starting credits omgomgomg

ew mrs carlyle can go suck a dick

Lucy looks like she'd much rather be anywhere else in the world

ugh don't say that "gonna give me a smile, young lady?" fuck off

omg Lucy :(

I love that they show us the defences omg

Lucy and norrie omg

"the more proficient you become, the longer you'll live" how come that doesn't happen with lockwood then bc he's very proficient with a rapier but he has such a death wish

oh luce

"we'll be on the cover of every magazine" crazy how in the space of less than a year Lucy changes from being like lockwood and wanting to be "the most famous agents in the country" to not wanting her face on tv or on any papers at all

Marissa fittes? coming back? from the dead? whaaat that would never happen norrie don't be sillyyyy

THIS WILL BE US omg I never realised I always thought it was like 'oh, this'll be us' like George or lockwood saying that to Lucy when she first comes to Portland Row bc that's what people say when they're being walked back or something idk I just never realised it was Lucy and norrie???

is anything more lesbian than giving your solemn and binding promise to each other and then threading your fingers through her hair?

everything points to a type one bro shut the fuck up

"she changed everything" Marissa sure did

"closer to her than you'll ever be. closer to history" oh my dear Jacobs, you have no idea what lucy's gonna do

Paul you are so right you would love to meet George (kinda sad they didn't meet tbh)

Jacobs you prick

ngl that ghost sounds terrifying wtf

Paul don't be silly

don't be silly paul

idiots

Jacobs you prick

JACOBS YOU PRICK

what did Lucy trip over?

:(((( Paul :((((

no way that bastard didn't hear her screaming

JACOBS YOU PRICK

YOU DID HEAR CRIES FOR HELP YOU PRICKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

can you tell I'm mad I was so angrily smashing that k key

norrie :(((((((

SHE DIDNT CAUSE THEIR DEATHS OMG YOU BITCH

omg parallel!! bc lockwood thinks he caused his family's death (especially jess') even though he didn't and Lucy didn't cause their deaths but she doesn't blame herself

"you are deader than dead" ooooo burn

where tf did she get that sellotape from

omg fittes building

is there anything more British than a really long queue

poor babygirl is hungry :(((

paused to read the paper cutting of lockwood and co's ad and I can just imagine lockwood telling George what to put omg "prestigious Psychical Investigations agency", "well dressed", "UNSUCCESSFUL APPLICANTS will include time-wasters, fraudsters and persons with criminal records" love the range there

also the address is literally just 35 Portland Row, London, like is there only one 35 Portland Row in the entirety of London??? apparently so

AAA PORTLAND ROW

AAA GEORGE

he looks and sounds so dead inside

omg it's so homely

she's a wimp

George wtf "see, told you so, okie-dokie"

heart eyes immediately lol (honestly same I love them both - the joys of being bi ig)

"hello, I'm Anthony Lockwood" hello, I'm your future wife

make the tea and drink the extra cup, George, that's what I would do

I love that he doesn't pressure her for the story!!! because he knows what that's like!!!

Anthony Lockwood chooses bourbons everyone

Skully!!!

George picking up his comic is so passive aggressive

are all of his family dead wtf?

he's so excited to talk about Harold beck

George is interested now ooo creepy cup

I love that Lucy and George immediately don't like each other

omg George's laugh

jokes on you lockwood's parents are dead (bad joke)

"deep armchair" I'm sure it is, Georgie.

"miss carlyle" bro

you can definitely give me a tour of the house anytime (especially your room)

"teen prodigy slays the competition" fuck yeah he slays

if you pause the episode and squint really hard you can read the article on the fencing matches he did and they actually wrote an article - my favourite quote (from what I could make out) is "Kipps attempted a few bold lunges but missed Lockwood each time"

also he looks so happy in the photo omg so baby

his hands

HIS HANDS omg I think I'm going feral for them

his smile ughhhhh

lockwood you're talking very fast I can't keep up

the face he makes when he turns the smoke jets on his fucking hilarious

literally this one:

also the way he stands??? I think I'm in too deep oh dear

"high security storeroom" sure honey tell yourself that

HIS SMILE

if lockwood was my landlord I don't think I'd have quite so much stress about finding a place to rent next year

HIS. SMILE.

"you saw those" yeah of course she did, they're in plain view bestie

"that's... if you'll take the job?" bro's so in love and he doesn't even know it yet (I need to stop using bro unironically bc it's making me sad)

HIS. SMILE.

can you tell I love his smile

George just spawning out of nowhere with no trousers on

if I didn't already know that Georgie really needs a wee I'd be able to tell from how he answered her questions before she'd even finished talking

AAAAAAA A A A AAAAAAAAAA

your honour I love him

ok but the apple core being left on a chair is such a boy thing my brother does that

bitch why do you wanna see his picture you've got the real thing right in front of you

ok but if he talked to me the way he talks to Lucy in the library I would simply pass away

"I want you to be part of it" OKAY SIR. OKAY.

"how do I know you're good enough for me?" cuts to him saving her life

he did not need to do that fancy kick off the wall but he did it anyway

okay but they hold each other so much it's ridiculous

why can't someone hold me like that

"ghosts don't have feelings" 🥺

"oops" lockwood I love you but you can't just break the circle

"you've done that already, try something new why don't you" 😭

oh no

fire

boy desperately calls out for his wife when she stares at a dead body instead of jumping from a burning building

#belle's episode commentaries #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim/george cubbins #quill kipps #montague barnes

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sk8termikey · 10 months ago

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Chapter 12 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad

Lily was comfortably sitting next to a tired Alex on their couch while Bernard, their cat, had claimed a spot between them and was contentedly purring as he lazily stretched out.

As she was looking at recent pictures she took , Lily's phone buzzed with a message from Matt.

Matt🍂

If you’re free to play right now i am

“Who is texting you at such a late hour?” Alex asked, sleepily.

“Matt, so I can play Fortnite with him”.

“This late? Aren’t you tired after today?” Although Alex was concerned for her friend, she couldn’t help the small smile as she thought about how Matt seemed to often be the subject of discussion lately.

“I guess I am,” Lily sighed. “But if I don't play tonight, we’ll have to reschedule since we are both always busy. And I really wanna play with him.”

“I understand. If you really want to, go play but don't sleep too late. You haven’t been sleeping a lot recently.”

“Yeah don't worry,” Lily reassured her friend. “In any case, I know I cannot really last more than an hour so I’ll sleep soon enough.”

“Okayy, then enjoy your game and good night”.

“Good night as well, love you”, Lily replied as she quickly held Alex’s hand to emphasise the last part of her sentence.

“Love you too”.

The two girls both made their way back to the comfort of their rooms. Excitement bubbled within Lily as she eagerly headed towards her laptop that was on the bed, anticipating a thrilling session of Fortnite with Matt.

Matt🍂

If you’re free to play right now I am

Yup i am :)

Just warning you that i'm a bit tired so I won't be able to play too long sorry

We can always postpone you know

It doesn't bother me

No dw, I want to

So what's your user?

sk8termikey

Just added you

MattTheMunch?😭

That’s me

Can we use vocal chat to communicate?

I think it would be more practical than typing and playing at the same time

Only if you’re comfortable with it ofc, if not we can always type in the chat

Shit

unsent

What if you know me?💀

unsent

If you recognise my voice, no you don't

unsent

Yeah sure it's not a problem

Okay gonna active the mic

“Yeah I do hear you”, Matt said as Lily had just asked if her mic was good.

“Great, just send a request so I can join your group.”

“Done,” Matt briefly notified her, not wanting to talk too much.

“Yep, I see it. Where do you wanna drop?” Lily questioned while she was looking at the map.

“Dunno, depends on how you play. Are we confronting the enemy or playing a chill game?”

“I'm going to be honest with you Matt, I’m all for directly attacking people but I also like to just mind my business like– for example when there’s no one around, I’m literally just building houses,” Lily explained the type of player she was.

“M’kay, so somewhere calm I guess?”

“Sounds good”, Lily agreed.

“How about Shattered Slabs? Not very crowded, I’d say,” Matt suggested.

“Okay okay, solid choice. Let's jump now.”

They both landed in Shattered Slabs and started looting buildings to look for weapons before finding a plan of action.

“Found a green pump shotgun. You need a weapon?” Lily offered.

“Yeah, I'm rocking a grey SMG but I'll take it.”

“Here you go. Now let's push towards the circle.”

As they did so, they unfortunately encountered an enemy duo.

“Matt! Matt! Watch out! Right in front of us, two guys.” Lily warned the boy on the other side of the screen.

“Got it, don't worry. I take left. You focus on the right.”

“Okayy.”

Lily was glad that Matt was careful of his surroundings and able to act in semi stressful situations. Even though she realised he wasn’t much of a talker when playing, she liked that he would still reply to her. Lily was someone who could get really excited regarding video games but she didn’t mind that Matt was more on the calm and reserved side.

They thus engaged in a brief firefight and successfully managed to eliminate the enemies. After that, they decided to continue moving towards the centre of the map, which led them to encountering more opponents along the way.

“Incoming, I'll flank from the right. Cover me!” Matt exclaimed as he was being surprised by an enemy.

“Go for it. I'll keep them distracted.”

Due to their quick and efficient teamwork, they successfully eliminated the threat. As they approached the final circles, the tension was building up.

“Only two squads left. Stay sharp.”

“Damn I've never done a victory royale with someone or with Alex. She sucks a bit and my random teammates always sucked too.” Lily was getting impatient about finally winning a game, thanks to her new teammate and friend.

“First time for everything,” Matt shrugged as he was used to achieving a victory royale either alone or in teams.

The final battle unfolded and after a fierce fight, they eventually emerged victorious.

“We did it! Victory Royale! Yaaay!”

“Good game. Let’s do another one,” Matt suggested as he was getting more into playing with Lily.

A matching smile appeared on both of their faces at the thought of coordinating strategies and sharing victorious moments together. The familiar sound of gunfire could be heard in their headphones while the virtual landscapes kept moving before them, thus creating a digital realm where teamwork and skill merged seamlessly.

~~~

After a couple of games, Matt and Lily were unknowingly sharing things about their personal lives as they were more easily winning each game and therefore didn’t have to focus as much as before on the other players.

“No, yeah and like– we couldn’t not go see them on tour you know?” Lily mindlessly asked as she was shooting someone from afar.

“Sounds fun honestly,” Matt replied. “I hope you guys have a good time.”

“Yep, thanks. And thanks for saving my ass just now.”

Lily, as she was telling Matt about how she was going to a 5 Seconds of Summer concert for the US leg of their tour, was getting easily distracted. She couldn’t be blamed though because in her opinion, Matt was someone you could trust very quickly. She found peace in talking to him as he was a pretty good listener who would occasionally share a thing or two about his own life.

As the duo managed their fourth victory of the night – Lily had absolutely lied when she told Alex she would go to bed after an hour, the girl let her eyes wander to her window whose curtains weren’t closed yet and were letting some faint light enter her room: the city lights from afar were almost looking like distant glowing stars.

“Wait, be right back. Give me two minutes before starting a new game.”

“Ok,” Matt simply replied as he didn’t mind a small break.

Lily had realised that the sky was the complete opposite of cloudy and that she could see the moon. Grabbing her phone from her nightstand as she knew her camera had no battery left, she shot a dozen of pictures before coming back to her bed.

“Sorry for that, sky looked so pretty I couldn’t resist.” Lily explained to her teammate.

“No problem. Send me a picture, will you? Must be prettier than the sky I have right now.”

“Of course bro, I gotcha.” Lily was looking through her gallery to find the best picture she could send to Matt. “Erm, you know what? I’ll give you my Instagram and you’ll have to wait to see it on there because I think I’ll have to edit a bit. They would’ve looked more accurate with my camera but with my phone the photos are missing something for now.”

“Oh, hmm… yeah, ok. Fine by me”, Matt agreed with the proposition as he took his phone to open the application mentioned by the girl.

Lily then texted Matt with the Instagram user of her photography account, which was mostly filled with pictures of the sun and moon. Unbeknownst to Lily, Matt was quickly changing from his main public account to a second one he had – he didn’t post any picture of his or his brothers’ face on it so he was safe from getting recognised as the account had barely a couple of landscapes pictures, simply acting as a decoy to thrive incognito on social media.

Now following Lily on Instagram, Matt skimmed through her account and realised that she really was the female version of his brother Nick. Indeed, as Lily rambled about editing, Matt carefully listened and noted how passionate she was about photography.

If only one of them knew at the moment that this small interaction would be a turning point in their lives, leading to events none of them could ever imagine happening.

“Hey,” Matt broke the comfortable silence between Lily and him after a few minutes.

“Yeah?” she softly replied.

“My brother just texted me that we have something to do tomorrow morning so I think I’ll go to sleep soon”, Matt explained with an unexpected frown on his face – he realised that he was actually enjoying conversing with Lily and wanted to keep talking to her.

“No worries babe,” Lily let her favourite pet name unconsciously roll off her tongue. “I should too honestly. Even if I don’t have a shift tomorrow, I don’t want to fuck up my sleep schedule.”

“Yeah…” Matt awkwardly replied, not knowing how to feel about ending the conversation.

“Yep…” Lily was definitely experiencing the same thing as she wished she could keep talking to him. “Tonight was fun. I hope we can play together again soon.”

“Me too,” he agreed with her as a smile made its way on his lips before continuing. “We make a pretty good team.”

“Totally. Well then, good night Matt.”

“Good night Lily.”

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

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loosesodamarble · 1 year ago

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Hiya Erika 😁!! Ooo for the character ask game may I ask for 1, 6, 13, and 17 for…Yami and Finral please 🥰! (I hope it’s okay asking for two 🙈!)

It's very okay asking for two characters, Lyra! It just means that I'm gonna take a little more time to answer. Hope you don't mind that.

..........

Yami Sukehiro

1) Why do you like or dislike this character?

This is going to sound weird but I like Yami because he's like an older cousin who is told to take charge and watch over the others but 9/10 times he does his own shit since the younger kids can manage just fine and the last 1/10 times is when shit get real like a robber breaking in.

He's an older role model to his squad. But he doesn't act like an authority figure to them. He doesn't force them to follow any rules and lets them take care of themselves to become who they can/want to be. Yami's character is able to balance responsibility and freedom to the benefit of the other characters around him.

6) What's something you have in common with this character?

Is it a cop out if I say me being part Japanese is a commonality between me and Yami (since Hino is the Japan of BC)? Because I can't really think of anything else that he and I share.

13) What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

💀 Skull. No, I don’t think Yami is going to die (if it was about a character dying or being dead Morgen would have this emoji/j). And while I don’t think Yami would be a big emoji user, I get a kick out of imagining Yami typing “your days are numbered 💀” when someone pisses him off through text.

17) What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

Yami x Nacht. I've joked that they have the energy of ex-lovers and there is potential in that kind of dynamic. Seeing romantic potential in a platonic dynamic is nothing new and that’s something in Yami x Nacht which I can’t find fault with. It’s fine. People make good art for the ship. But I don’t seek out content for the ship (I see it on my dash because of who I follow and because of the fandom tag). And I don’t feel strongly enough about it to make content for it either.

.....

Finral Roulacase

1) Why do you like or dislike this character?

-I like that he's a coward without being an ass about it. If he was some kind of selfish coward that ran at the expense of others, I wouldn't like him nearly as much. -He is loving and forgiving towards Langris, someone who really needs it. I will never not like characters who forgive without hesitation. That stuff is my jam. -Awesome magic. Teleportation is always going to be cool. -He really is a pacifist through and through. His magic can't attack because he's just that kind to his core. -His pacifism doesn't equate to uselessness. He will still do what he can to support those around him who can fight because that's what needs to be done more often than not. -Literally just a cute guy. Looks and personality wise. I want to protect Finral. -In a real life situation, I would want to date someone like Finral. He's fun-loving but also realistic. He's giving but still fights for what he wants (at least post character development). Finral is troubled but not jaded.

6) What's something you have in common with this character?

I too would be chill with my siblings if they almost caused my death. I love my family very much (mostly because they’re genuinely nice people) and I don’t think I’d ever have the heart to hate them regardless of how they hurt me.

13) What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

💖 The sparkling heart emoji. Finral’s got a big heart and I giggle at the thought of shoujo romance sparkles around Finral when he tries to flirt (even when he fails). He’s just got a sparkly personality.

17) What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

Finral x Vanessa. It’s another case of romantic potential within a platonic relationship. And given how their stories parallel in some ways (both not displaying abilities that their abusive parents desire and running away from home), I understand why people would want to ship them together, for that paralleled lovers dynamic. I get it but I'm not too into it. I've stumbled upon content for it and some friends ship it but I'm not someone who would seek it out or create for it.

#questions from the ask box #ask game #black clover #yami sukehiro #finral roulacase #soda asides #dont worry guys i do in fact like some of the popular ships out there #astelle and magluck specifically

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joonberriess · 1 year ago

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okay so, I’ve never fingered myself I’ve only ever had an orgasm through clitoral stimulation. Idk I’ve just never tried it, im still a virgin because although there’s a roster of guys that wanna fuck I just don’t want to. I’m not that naive that I think that my first time will be all sweet & romantic like the movies (at the same time im a firm believer of if he wanted to .. he would) but I just want to have romantic feelings for the guy I choose to have sex with yk? I feel like I’ve waited too long to just give it up to a random yet at the same time sometimes I do have the urge to do just that bcs im 23 & I feel like it’d be so awkward to meet a guy at my age & be like yeah im a virgin. I’m not cocky at all but I know im not ugly, so when I confide in the few people & tell them im still a virgin .. they look at me like im lying or somethings wrong with me. I literally did not mean to go into that much detail but I feel like some background would be good to my actual question😭so today I was masturbating (only rubbing my clit) & im wet obvi💀 & I know it sounds like a lie but my finger sorta just went there & I was shocked because I’ve never had that happen. So then I move away but then I go back bcs im a curious little shit so I go in like a knuckle deep & I was feeling around & im just there like okay this is new 😵‍💫 I managed to get my middle finger in & sort of feel around .. then im like shit im already here so I start thrusting my middle finger in but tbh it didn’t feel that great?? I have pretty small fingers & I’ve never had anything inside of me before, this was literally my first time so idk if im doing it wrong or is this normal?? I tried to go as far as I can go & I stopped as soon as I felt some uncomfortable pressure. Idk why but I expected that this would be the moment I squirt bcs I’ve never squirted before but after I cum I always have this urge to go pee (im a rookie but I’ve always thought that meant you could squirt pls bare with me) I do get creamy sometimes idk if that puts me under the category of a creamer or if that’s only determined through sex with actual penetration AJDHDHRK im so glad for anon I sound like such a fucking dweeb💀💀 this was very detailed so pls ignore if you feel uncomfy I just remembered that time everyone had girl talk & it felt like a safe space & I thought I’d ask for some advice. Idk if it felt weird bcs it was my first time doing that, I did it wrong? Or maybe it’s just not for me

aaaaa it actually just depends tbh, some people may not enjoy penetration and others do. it’s nothing wrong with you or anything, just try again next time and take things slow. try buying lube it could help who knows? ofc it’s only ur first time so ofc it isn’t gonna come out like perfect or anything but take the time to get to know ur body as u explore new things!

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hislittleraincloud · 10 months ago

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Sigh.

I had to explain why Afterburn hasn't been finished yet, so I'll repeat part of how I responded to this really awesome (I mean that...I love all my fans 😭) fan, but here with harsher lang because I have hate for this fucking bitch who hasn't even given me a "Thank you" for anything and has just fucking ghosted me after she got out the last time:

1. The Junkie Neighbor and The Cat. Her fucking going in and out of rehab fucked up my creative process because I had to take care of the cat and her apartment every night for long stretches at a time. I've posted pics of kitty, and will post the last one I think I'll ever take with him (😭😭😭😭😭 I raised him from a kitten) under the cut. This bitch was supposed to be my friend, but she has fucking...problems with herself and her personality disorder. I have zero idea why she hasn't responded and I don't even know where the fuck she is. So if she's reading (I think she knows of this blog), the YOU'RE FUCKING WELCOME, BITCH. And what you're doing right now is fucked up.

2. My 17yo dog is on his last legs. I've written how he's had seizures, but I haven't written how his barking after a seizure can get me a noise complaint from my shitty building manager, so that shit makes me anxious. I hand feed him, I help him get water the same way Peter Griffin helped Old Brian in that cutaway:

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I wrap my boy's pills in gummies, not PB and beef 💀

LOL Except I don't have to push his tongue into the water like that. And I have to do it every...day...when he's awake. This is a disruption in my creative process too, because I REALLY wanted to pass out around 4PM today to be able to map and write all night but couldn't because he just would not settle. Dogs with dementia are like people with dementia, but less propensity towards violence when you try to help them (at least my old dogs are...they're small dogs and don't have any teeth left).

I didn't even mention my own health problems, in my explanation about how Afterburn's creation got messed. I've got Stage 4 CKD (kidney disease) and only 1 working kidney (lost the other to cancer in 2016). My kidney issues began when I was in France in 1986 and they failed on me because I ended up having HSP (and the strange nature of HSP and the possibility of certain vaccinations bringing on HSP in a few people has left me practically defenseless against COVID). Another HSP flare up would literally kill me (because there would likely be kidney involvement, and since I only have one left...the first time was Hell on Earth, I was pissing and shitting blood — stool is black when that happens...and my urine was bright red — and my parents thought I was gonna die), but I've been masking since January 2020 and have no intention of unmasking.

Having one kidney leaves me utterly exhausted to do any simple thing, so most of my energy goes to taking care of my boy/my girls. I'm on BP meds, PTSD meds, and pain meds (for chronic pain; I suffered through childhood arthritis that just ended up continuing into my adulthood), and when the Big Pharma pain meds don't work, I use cannabis. I don't really talk about or complain about it as explicitly as I am now bc it's tiring to explain over and over again why I'm a useless sack of 💩. I worked a "normal job" until I couldn't anymore; I am physically disabled.

Besides my seniors, the one other bright spot in my life is the baby. I have an Ask that wants more pics of her (I got it shortly after I posted her "Lookit me, I'm Jenna Ortega 🤓🤓🤓" glasses pic LOL), and I was going to do a whole post on her but I'll just slip a pic or two under the cut with the others.

I'll stop yapping and do that. Dogs under the cut.

This is my life now:

And before anyone gets on me about "HE NEEDS WET FOOD!", he gets wet food, but he likes his dry food. I try to spray it with water for a bit of moisture, but if I spray it too much, he won't eat it.

The orange on his face is pasta sauce (he likes licking cans...and he gets what he wants).🫠 It's sometimes hard to clean. He is always wearing pajamas (he has 6 different ones) and his elephant hoodie (he's got 3 of the same, so I can switch them out). Weird story but...one time several years ago I got him a simple elephant costume (the hood had the trunk, the body was thin jersey material but it also had 4 plush legs and a tail 🤣) and he LOVED it so much that he basically wore it out. He would get sad when it wasn't on him and excited when I would hold it up after it dried/after washing. He's fkn weird, okay? So I looked online to see if I could find another one but instead found the elephant hoodie. It doesn't have legs or a tail, but it has the trunk and it's soft and he likes it as well. Having him clothed really helps when I need to hoist him up onto the couch or help him drink. He doesn't have loose skin and even if he did, I wouldn't want to grab onto skin. It's my job to make him as comfortable as possible, not to hurt him.

Now this little (17yo as well) old lady here:

I inherited her from a nasty (racist) old bat who died right before the pandemic. Bat had CKD as well, but she went into kidney failure at some point after she wouldn't listen to me about fixing her diet (she had uncontrolled diabetes too...her blood sugar was over 400 at one point when I was visiting her at her physical rehab with the dog 😨).

She is blind, but even before she went blind, she was freaky about being handled when she didn't used to be. She can't walk outside because she gets disoriented, so she uses the pee pad set up I have for the seniors. I do love her like my own, as she is my own now (my last screenplay actually features a dog just like her). She was part of the same dog group as my boy in the rescue that I worked at...my other boy from the same rescue passed in 2021 and devastated me. His passing led me to find this little baby here:

She only wears jammies when it's cold in here.

I had never gotten a puppy before, but I was in a really dark place when my other boy died. I was seriously contemplating taking myself out too (God knows I have enough drugs here to do so). But I channeled my grief into cleaning up this place and finding another pomchi/chion (we were never sure what he was, but I think he might've been part Papillon because of his ears/fur/tail)...and I found one, albeit chocolate instead of white. I've had her since she was 8 weeks and a day, and thank the gods that she's the sweetest and pretty low maintenance. I raised her on Harry Potter 1 and 2 and Victoria Stilwell videos, and she somehow picked up what good behavior is vs. bad behavior from the Stilwell videos 😶. She used to howl at Harry Potter during the Neville scenes and the Quidditch matches (and the Mandrakes scene). I didn't want to raise her on Potter, but I chose it because it was kid's thing and as soon as I put it on her eyes were glued to the TV. She also likes Stranger Things and is okay with Wednesday. She's spoiled af, so she's got toys from all of those (she ate off the legs of her fave Harry Potter plush, adores her Eleven squeaky toy, and loves her Enid plush...yes, the Kid Robot one that came in a set with Wednesday and Bianca, the latter of which I kept for myself because it's fkn Bianca).

Anyway. That's what's up with me. I have no one here to help me anymore, so it's just me and the dogs. If I fkn die, no one will find my body for days unless one of the dogs starts barking, and the baby doesn't normally bark (she wheeks like a guinea pig). I will likely ask one of the ficwives if they would be willing to at least know my notes for Afterburn in case something does happen to me. They know the general trajectory of the story for Afterburn 2, so they already know what happens with Wenovan, but they don't know the details of the whole (the Goodmen, Joseph Crackstone & Goody, OG Nightshades (Morticia, Gomez, Larissa, Chancellor, Vincent, Mina (the Twins' mother), Francoise, Osamu (Yoko's father), the Petropoluses, and Grandmama Addams (the oldest living "local" Nightshade)) story. I've yet to decide on a few other Elder Nightshades, but I've got ideas. The Nightshades and Wednesday's power as one are a BIG focus of Afterburn 2, so maybe now you get my irritance at the fkn show deleting 2/3 of them.

My boy's sleeping now so I guess I ought to sleep too, otherwise he'll wake up when I'm about to sleep and THAT fucks me up even more.

ETA: Forgot the pic of the cat.

My buddy, Prince (the name he was given when he was born, so ✨I✨ kept it, but his weirdo mom named him "Tennessee Tuxedo"). Wow, Tennessee... I just now realized that.... To me he will always be Prince Ovaltine of Meowcatsia, a cat who adored playing tag with me. 💔💔💔💔💔

#personal #rl shit #satisfying afterburn #my writing #my work #my babies #tor #tor talks #wednesday #wednesday addams #sheriff galpin #black bubblegum #wenovan #i swear that i'm not GRRMing this story lol #dogs #old dogs #dog pics #dog photos #long post

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sxtaep · 3 years ago

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DUMB LITTLE GIRL - JJK

↬ description: you can’t help being a natural flirt when it comes to people, but flirting when your boyfriend’s around? yeah, you were never gonna get away with that.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — smut

word count — 1.3k

warnings — dom!jk, sub!reader, unsolicited flirting, teasing, edging, fingering, begging, crying, degradation, dirty talk, excessive use of the term ‘whore,’ dumbification, a *hint* of manipulation, pussy slapping, cursing, spitting, swallowing, finger sucking, jungkook is highkey rough (but we love it!)

a/n: this was requested by @onetired-romantic i realised you may have wanted this to be more cute and romantic.. oops? i realised too late and ended up losing the ask you sent in. please forgive me 😭🫶

this was a favourite of mine to write, it says a lot—

btw, this has not been spell checked 💀

“You don’t think I’m that stupid, do you?”

Jungkook’s low voice erupts a herd of sensations within your body, pulling you out of your daze. You wouldn’t have been in such an inattentive state if he hadn’t forced you to sit between his legs, your back flush against his chest with your legs spread apart.

Usually, you’d have no problem with this, you always loved the way he’d use his hands on you, but this was different.

You pissed him off.

How?

You and your flirtatious demeanour landed you in a very intimate one-to-one conversation with none other than Jungkook’s manager, who, for a while now, had some sort of personal liking towards you.

Every time you went to pick him up from work, his manager would be there, taking time out of his busy day to leave his office and converse with you until Jungkook wrapped up his paperwork.

You didn’t even realise his attraction towards you, and the fact that you were inadvertently feeding his attraction with your mindless yet, subtle flirts, until the man started to invade a lot more within your close quarters; including offering to take you out to dinner, touching you here and there, whether it be a shoulder rub or going in for a high-five just to squeeze your hand that little bit longer before letting go.

Jungkook would sit back and watch, not because he enjoyed it, but because he wanted to see whether you’d stop the man, but because you were so oblivious, you never got around to confronting him.

And for that reason, Jungkook ended up leaving his work incomplete and walking out of his office to cuss the man out in front of his co-workers.

His sudden outburst left you very little time to say anything to him before he was grabbing your arm and dragging you out the building to take you home.

Which brings you here; his saliva coated fingers prodding at your aching entrance whilst the pad of his thumb drew small circles over your clit. You were sprawled against him, your legs bare and your crème blouse raised over your tits. The mirror in front of you was giving you a scene of that from a porno, and just the reflection left you drenching his fingers.

He’d been doing this for what felt like hours; edging you till you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m tired, Jungkook.. I can’t do this..” you whimper, looking up at him to see his jaw clenched when he suddenly shoved his middle and ring finger into you, forcing a gasp past your lips.

“Come on, a whore like yourself should be able to handle a few fingers,” he grits, wrapping his arm over your stomach and squeezing you tightly against him? making sure you could feel the rock hard erection he was sporting against your lower back.

You shook your head, tensing your legs to make the pleasure more bearable, closing your legs around his hand to which Jungkook smacked your inner thigh.

“Keep those fucking legs open.”

He grabs ahold of your thighs, jerking them apart to display the glistening mess of your arousal between your legs. His eyes land on the reflection in front of you and he curses under his breath, using his index and middle finger to spread your folds, gawking at the pretty pink flesh he loved so much.

“Look at yourself,” he commands, but you fail to oblige, letting your head hang low as a stream of tears cascaded down your cheeks.

Your lack of compliance was irritating him at this point, and if you weren’t gonna listen to him, then he’d make you listen.

With that in mind, Jungkook plunged two digits into you again, looking down at your body squirming in his hold as he started to thrust his fingers back and forth into you at such an ungodly pace.

Your spine would arch off his chest and your jaw would fall slack, your walls clinging perfectly around his broad and long fingers. The squelching sounds emitting from between your legs combined with your sweet cries were so sinful, it almost made Jungkook forget the reason why he was so mad at you.

“God blessed me with a dumb little girlfriend so I could punish her all the time, right?” he seethes, biting down on his bottom lip as he inched his fingers in deeper, wanting you to feel completely full.

“—I’m not dumb!” you cry out, thighs trembling uncontrollably as he stretched you open, testing your ability to to handle something that was barely the size of his cock.

Jungkook chuckles deeply, pulling his fingers out of you for a brief moment, using his slick coated digits to spread your arousal over your exposed cunt before landing a light smack to your core, making you jump.

“Oh, I think you are. You couldn’t even tell my manager was all over you. Only someone as dumb as you would bypass that,” he continues to shame you, manipulating you into feeling as if you were the one at fault.

And maybe you were.

“I think you’ve got too much of a whore’s mentality to notice,” he whispers, fucking his fingers agonisingly slow into you, watching your body beg for more.

“Tell me you’re not a whore.”

You shake your head, over and over, but that wasn’t doing it for him. Jungkook cups your jaw with his free hand, forcing you to look straight into the mirror and your cheeks flushed red at the image before you. The pace of his wrist had picked up immensely; each time the heel of his palm met with your clit, your body would thrash against him.

“I dare you to look at yourself and tell me you’re not a whore when my fingers are so far up your cunt.”

You were embarrassed, shy even, to be so exposed and watching what your boyfriend was doing to you. Your body was sweating and tears were welling up in your eyes again, just in time to match with your flushed cheeks.

“I’m not a whore..” you mumble weakly, your eyes meeting his through to reflection as Jungkook smirks, pulling his fingers out of you, causing you to whine through your tears.

Before you could complain, Jungkook had shoved his slick covered digits into your mouth, catching you by surprise and forcing your complaints to come out all muffled.

“My dumb little girl can’t speak, can she?” he teases, pushing his fingers further until he heard you choke slightly. You shook your head and kept your eyes on the mirror, paying extra attention to the growing amounts of saliva dripping down the expanse of his fingers and down your chin.

One hand goes to squeeze at your tits, his fingers clawing at the soft flesh through your bra as he retracted his fingers from your mouth, going to grab your jaw again and manoeuvring your head to look up at him.

He was able to force your mouth open, giving him the perfect opportunity to spit right into your mouth, just the way you liked it.

“You know what to do.”

You pulled the substance around with your tongue, feeling your pussy flutter under his gaze. When you finally swallowed, he showed you a satisfied smile for the first time tonight, and just that small amount of approval from him, had you believing everything was fine now.

But oh, how wrong you were.

Jungkook spread your legs apart again, smearing his fingers over the mess that is your mouth, to collect the excess saliva onto his hands, using it between your legs as a lube to prep you for what was to come.

“Now you’re gonna watch me wreck this cunt like the whore you’ve been playing out to be.”

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 3 years ago

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ASG - Part Two: Burnin' Love

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: Yeah, by me 💀

Prompt: Elvis sweeps Bird outside to the lake to cool down on a hot day. Spoiler, she doesn't cool off, but it’s not the temperature that has her sweating. [ Fem!OC ]

TW: Nothing tbh? this is vanilla af

Rating: M || Word Count: 4442

A/N: this might be my favorite smut that i've ever written...

This is Part 2 of ASG. Find the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

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She happens to be passing through the living room when a knock on the door comes. She's suddenly very pleased to be the one who opens it since Elvis is standing on the other side. It's been a week or so since their little walk and they've managed to see each other a couple of times. Mostly, he would walk her home after work. Paranoid that someone would see her and tell her father, Bird hasn't let anything happen that would have been too scandalous. Elvis respects her wishes and she appreciates it.

“Elvis?”

“Hi baby, how ya doin’?” he asks, smiling and stepping inside the house.

She curls her fingers into her palms and then grabs him by the shirt sleeve.

“This a nice house ya got he-”

He cuts off when she harshly drags him into a corner of the room, behind a bookcase.

“Thank you, but I’d appreciate it if ya didn’t alert my daddy your presence,” she responds, glancing out from behind a stack of books to see if her father is anywhere near. When she swivels back around, she jumps back at how close Elvis is to her face.

“Why not, baby girl?”

His arms wind around her waist and start to pull her toward him. She sucks in a breath and clenches her jaw, trying to keep his hands off her.

“Because he’ll probably kill ya,” she responds, glancing around again. “He don't like greasers or singers. Or anyone who ain't a devout Christian.”

“Well good news for ya daddy, I am a devout Christian.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Not nearly devout enough for my daddy. ”

“Well if we ain’t gonna have any fun in this house, let’s get outta here then,” he says, nuzzling his face into her neck. She stifles a giggle.

“Stop that! What would we even do?” she asks.

“We could go for a walk,” he says, kissing her jaw, “or look at the record store,” he kisses her neck, “I don’t care where we go as long as I’m with you.”

She finally manages to release him from her neck and smile.

“It’s too damn hot for all that,” she replies, feeling a streak of bold lust. “We could go down to the lake? That oughta cool us off.”

“Ain’t nothing in the world that could cool you off, mama.”

“Just go,” she says, flushing. She pushes him toward the door. “Before daddy sees you. Or worse, sees me with you.”

He holds up his hands defensively and walks toward the door. She pauses with her hand on the knob and inhales a sharp breath.

“I’m goin to Bible study with the girls, daddy!” she shouts. “I’ll be back round dinner time.”

And she shuts the door as quickly as she dares. She grabs Elvis’ hand and pulls him along.

“What are we runnin for?” he asks and she can't help but laugh.

“Cause I shouldn’t be doin this!” she shouts back.

The heat is suffocating. Even though it's a short walk, she's sweating profusely by the time they get to the lake. Coming up the hill, she strains to get a glimpse of the chilled water. She knows that even seeing it will make her feel cooler.

“Oh god bless,” she shouts as she finally reaches the top of the hill, where she can overlook the water. Her mouth is practically salivating at the beauty of the cold water blowing in the wind.

“This is gonna feel nicer 'en heaven,” Elvis says, quickly pulling his shirt off.

As he lifts it off his head, she sneakily eyes his torso, taking in its beautiful curves and muscles. Her eyes flick back to the water quickly when his face reappears. She's never seen a man’s torso before. Every man in her life has always been buttoned up to the jaw, or her daddy would have killed them the moment she brought them home. She gasps, throwing her open palm against her forehead.

“Somethin wrong?” Elvis yells from halfway down the hill.

“Elvis, I don’t have a swimsuit,” she shouts back. He laughs and waves his hand dismissively.

“Well, why didn’t ya bring one?”

She pauses for a moment, overcome by what she's done and the situation she's gotten herself into.

“I forgot,” she finally responds.

“Well you’re in luck, baby. You don’t need it. Just get down to ya underwear,” he smirk.

She scoffs, shaking her head, and placing her hands on her hips. She gnaws on her lip nervously as she looks out over the water. The heat is causing her to sweat in places she didn't even know existed. She's been too distracted to notice that Elvis has walked all the way back up to her.

“Lil Birdie, earth’s calling. She wants you back on the planet. And so do I,” Elvis’ voice next to your ear snaps your attention to him.

She smiles at the use of a nickname. She likes it.

“I’m 'ere. Just tryin to decide what to do.”

“I already told ya. Underwear!”

His fingers dance along the hem of your top and you slap his fingers away.

“Elvis Presley, I am not strippin down to my underthings. Especially not in the middle of the woods with you,” she replies, poking his chest with a finger.

“Aw, come on, Lil Birdie. What’s the difference?”

She says nothing, so he starts to stretch his arms out over his head. Her eyes nervously glance between the lake in front of her and his naked skin. She can see the sweat shining on every curve of his body.

“Man is it hot out 'ere,” he says. "Bet that water would feel nice on our bare, hot skin."

He runs his fingers through his hair and lets a few strands fall into his face. His biceps flex when he intertwines his hands behind his head.

She feels frozen. The heat mixes with lust in the air, and she can't breathe. Her heaving chest is the only part of her body she can access at the moment. She doesn't even know what to do with herself. Sure, she's dated boys before, but she's never felt like this. She doesn't even know what these feelings are.

“Aright, fine,” she finally chokes out in a voice much weaker than she anticipates.

She nervously starts to undo the buttons of her white blouse. She feels his eyes on her, watching her fumble with each tiny circle. She finally has them all unbuttoned and gulps before shrugging the blouse off her shoulders and letting it drop into the grass below her. She glances up at him to see Elvis staring at her intently, his eyes dark. She feels like she's about to faint, but she somehow manages to untie the string to her skirt and let it fall alongside her top. She immediately reaches to cover her body with her arms, but he's already walking toward her.

He smiles softly and tilts his head. She knows he's coming in for a kiss, but she's scared. Everything in her body tells her to let him touch her, kiss her, do whatever he wants to her. But her mind is screaming to get out, run away. Escape. Her brain and heart are in an impossible tug-of-war until he reaches out for her cheek. Panic sets in, and she turns and runs for the edge of the cliff.

“Lil Birdie, what the hell you do-”

She misses what he says after that because she's jumped over into the water. As she resurfaces, reveling in the feeling of cold water on her suffering skin, she's mortified. What just happened?

“What in the Sam Hill…” she hears him murmur from above the cliff.

The lake is more of a pond really, not too deep that she can't stand. She pushes herself back against the rocks in the shadows, where he can't see her. She's both embarrassed and angry with herself. She knows she overreacted but she isn't sure how to handle these situations. Her daddy’s face just keeps popping into her mind. She hears a holler and freezes in the shadows before a giant wave of water splashes onto her.

When Elvis' head pops up above the water, he's laughing. She freezes again, wishing she was dead. He swims over to her and props himself up on a rock.

“You’re fuckin crazy, girl. You know that?” he says, breathless.

It's too much for her. The way he looks, how he speaks, his body, it's all too much. The way he said it with such a deep, raspy, labored voice and the fact that he used that word. That swear word she's never heard anyone say in real life, not even her own father.

He sits, staring at her with water droplets gracefully rolling off his skin. The sun on the water reflects in his blue eyes and makes them seem even bluer than possible. His hair is pushed all the way back, curling around his ears. His muscles are taught, holding his weight against the rocks. All of that is distracting, sure, but her eyes can't - for all the money in the world - tear themselves away from his lips. Wet with the water, they are parted and pouted out, waiting for her to say something. Waiting for her to do something.

“Birdie, you aright?” he asks, reaching out for her arm.

She must look quite the picture, sitting there heaving like a caveman with her mouth hanging open. She doesn't respond, the embarrassment increasing. He plops down into the water and grabs her shoulders gently.

“Hey, Bird, are you okay?” he asks, pronouncing every word slowly.

Her gaze has fallen to the water, but he hooks a finger underneath her chin and tilts her face up. Concern is written all over his features. She finally finds her voice, what little she can squeeze out.

“Y-yes, I’m jus fine,” she replies and watches as his shoulders visibly relax.

“Gave me a scare there, Lil Birdie,” he says, letting a smile break.

“Sorry, I…” she trails off, not knowing what to say.

“Damn this water feels good don’t it,” he says, flipping onto his back and floating for a moment. She's still trying to recover from her own lustful panic when he opens an eye and throws her a mischievous smirk.

“What are you thinkin?” she asks, a smile finally spreading across her face.

He looks her up and down for a quick moment and then splashes her with a ton of water. She wipes her eyes down with her mouth open in shock. When she can see him again, holding his stomach with laughter, she laughs herself.

“How dare you!” she yells and splashes him back.

He splashes her again and then grabs her ankle, pulling her toward him. She yelps and screams, fighting him and laughing. He grabs her all over to bring her to him - her hips, her waist, and finally both of her wrists. They both stop to laugh, and when the laughing fades, there they still are. She's helpless in his grasp. He holds firmly, not painfully, just firmly onto her wrists. And he holds them close to his chest. Their bodies are touching, from her hips all the way down to her toes. There's a moment of tense silence, both of them eyeing each other's lips. Something in her face must have changed.

“Y'afraid of me...” he says.

He means it as a question, but it comes out more like a statement. She gulps, searching his eyes, and then shakes her head.

“Good. Cause I ain’t gonna hurt ya. I ain’t even gonna touch ya if you don’t want it,” he says, starting to release her wrists.

Panic sets in again, and she catches one of his retreating hands by the finger. His eyes immediately follow it and he just barely grins. He gently turns her around and folds her arms into his own. She's facing the tiny waterfall draining a thin stream of clear water into the lake. It's incredibly relaxing. Elvis’ soothing embrace also puts her at ease. His thumb rubs her palm sweetly, and she closes her eyes feeling her strength slowly come back.

“Elvis Presley, you are somethin else entirely.”

His head rests on her shoulder, and she can feel his breath on her neck. It tickles, and she only tenses for a moment. But that's long enough. As her muscles flex, so do his. Their bodies press together. And something she's only heard about, never seen, presses itself against her backside. She can't stop her mouth from falling open with a distressed gasp slipping out. All the feelings that are just beginning to fade suddenly return with fire. She feels his fingers brush the hair off her shoulder and he presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to the skin. Her eyes close and her head leans back.

“How you doin, lil mama?” he says in an impossibly low voice and she sucks in another breath. “Is this aright?”

She says nothing but breathes out a quiet moan and grasps his hand tighter. He continues to press soft kisses to her shoulder, neck, and ear. And she continues to wriggle in his strong grasp. He stops by her ear, his cheek pressed against her temple.

“Tell me what ya want,” he mumbles and his voice seems somehow even deeper.

It takes everything in her not to moan out her answer. She knows that if she opens her mouth, all her sins will be released. So she keeps it shut, saying nothing.

“Tell me, mama. I wanna hear you say it to me,” he says again, but she presses her lips closed even tighter.

He laughs breathily in her ear, and his fingers grip her waist, pulling her deeper into his body. When she still doesn't say anything, his hand starts to press lower down her body. She starts to convulse with all the energy trying to keep herself in. The minute his fingers pull on the inside of her thigh, she's done. She loses all control of her body and moans. Loudly. Everything about him is immoral, illegal, sinful. And she wants more than anything to become a criminal, a sinner.

“I want you,” she breathes out and twists around in his arms. “I want all of you right now.”

That's all he needs. He grabs onto her face with both hands, holding her lips to his until she almost can't breathe. His lips move hungrily, lustily, without control all over her. Her fingers get lost in his skin, grasping onto his chest, his back, his hair. Anywhere they can touch each other, they do. He grabs her jaw and moves her head to the side, biting and sucking on her neck. She yelps and moans again, digging her nails into him. He holds out one of his hands and starts to walk her back toward the rocks. She moves wherever he directs her, letting every breath go with a moan attached to it. He gently presses his body against hers on the rocks. It isn't the most comfortable place, but the gentleness with which he guides her and the way he curls his arm around her to protect her from the sharpness of the rocks only makes her want to stay there forever.

He releases her neck and she knows she's marked. But she banishes the thought and grabs his face to kiss him again. His hands slide under her thighs and hoist her up onto his hips. Wrapping her legs around him, she squeezes him and moans at the feeling of him against her. He traces her top lip with his tongue, and she opens wide for him. She doesn't know what she's doing, but it doesn't take long for him to show her what to do. Her jaw starts to ache and she puts a hand on his chest, pushing him back.

“Y'okay, baby girl? Is it too much?”

She laughs and bites her lip.

“No, no, it’s good. I just can’t breathe.”

“Let’s slow down a lil bit. How’s that sound?”

She nods and takes a deep breath. He smiles and slides his hands behind her back to effortlessly unclip her bra. After he's gently pulled the straps from her shoulders, he kisses the naked skin. He leaves her bra on a flat rock near them and looks up at her. He gently cups her breast and glances into her eyes. She nods and runs a hand through his hair. He smirks and goes to work on her but much softer this time around. He gently massages her breasts and peppers them with hot, sticky kisses. He nips at her nipple and she gasps. She doesn't even know they have feeling until then. He can tell that she likes it and buries his face in her chest, licking, biting, and sucking every part of the skin that's there. She leans her head back against the rocks and closes her eyes.

“Oh, Elvis…” she breathes out, and he moans into her nipple.

As he keeps working her breasts, she feels his thumbs fall down to her hips and hook into her underwear. He pauses, waiting for permission and she pushes his hands down, taking her underwear with them. She lifts her foot up to help him, but the panties get tangled in the holes and she stumbles forward. He releases her breast with a chuckle and she smoothes her hair back and laughs. He tries again and manages to get her underwear off, without issue this time, and piles it onto the bra.

“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable. I don’t wanna knock ya head on no rocks over here,” he says and she nods.

He takes her hand and pulls her across the water to the other side, where there's a small sandbank. He pushes her up onto the bank and climbs on top of her, brushing her hair out of her face. The shallow tide covers her legs like a blanket. She's about to lean up for a kiss when she catches him looking at her intensely. His eyes travel up and down her figure, and he smiles.

“Goddamn,” he says, biting his lip. “I ain’t never seen a body like this before. Why you keepin all this covered up, girl?”

She laughs and thinks of a quick-witted response.

“If I didn’t, boys would be all over me all the time. You don’t want that do you?”

He runs a hand down her naked body and she shudders.

“Hell no, I don’t want that.”

He starts to kiss her neck again and then trails kisses down her stomach. He grabs her back to lift her hips up toward his lips and nips at the bone. She bites her lip and squirms. He props up one of her legs and kisses the inside of it, starting with the knee and trailing down her thigh. Her body takes over, and she reaches down to tangle her hand in his hair. As he gets closer and closer to where she needs him most, she starts to convulse under his touch. He looks up at her through his eyelashes, smirking.

“Do it,” she says without hesitation. “Right now.”

She can tell her commands surprise him, but he wastes no time sliding his tongue into her folds. Her hands fall beside her ears and grasp at the sand she lies on. He makes every shape imaginable around her pussy and she curls her toes to keep from moving too much. Her moans are so loud that anyone within a five-mile radius could hear her but nothing in her cares enough to silence it. Her moans get faster and quieter and her back arches further and further into the air.

Suddenly, nothing. She's throbbing, but there is no stimulation. She's literally writhing around the sand and opens her eyes to see Elvis standing above her, hastily removing his underwear with labored breathing. She pushes herself further up onto the sand, and he kneels between her legs, giving her sloppy kisses all up her stomach and chest. When he returns to her lips, she can taste herself on him. His mouth is warm and wet with her juices, and she wraps her arms around his neck to bring him closer. He snakes an arm under her and repositions his legs so he's gently laying on top of her. His hand slides down her side and presses gently on her stomach, squeezing out another moan. She doesn't know what's happening until his finger is sliding into her. She grasps and grabs onto his shoulder.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, freezing, eyes going wide.

“No, no,” she smiles. “I jus never know what to expect with you.”

He returns the smile.

“I’ll go slow and give you time,” he says. “You jus tell me when you’re ready for more, Lil Birdie.”

He returns to kissing her and leaves his finger inside her pussy for a few minutes so she can adjust. It doesn't take long, since she's already so hungry for him. She gently bucks her hips and he responds by slowly and steadily pumping in and out of her folds. Her toes curl again, and she grasps onto his hair. Her hips fall into a rhythm with his finger and just when she's starting to feel too much he pulls it out.

“W-what are ya doin??” she asks, and he gives her a grim look.

“Listen, I just wanna explain somethin to ya,” he says, brushing some hair behind her ear. “This is usually the part where…”

“Where what?” she asks, sitting up. “I’m not afraid no more, Elvis. You can tell me.”

He nods and then laughs.

��Well, this is usually the part where I fuck ya brains out,” he says, and she flushes furiously. “But there’s this thing called a condom…”

“Elvis, I know what a condom is,” she says nodding. Her father has refused to give her sex education, but knowing she would be safer with basic knowledge, he has told her a few things.

“Well god forbid you should have sex with anybody but me,” he continues and she giggles nervously, “but you should always use one. It stops the babies from comin. Now I’m not sayin I don’t want a baby with you, cause maybe I will one day. But I don’t wanna ruin our lives right now.”

She nods.

“So Imma finish makin you feel good, and I don’t want you to worry about me, aright? You’re doin plenty for me by bein so goddamn sexy.”

She bites her lip and pulls him down to kiss her. He slides his finger back into her pussy, and she releases a contented breath. She's ready quicker this time and bucks her hips to get him going. After a few minutes of pumping in and out, he adds another finger and then one more. Her moans are back, and they're filling the air, one after the other. Relentless. She can sense her stomach churning, and it feels like she's climbing a mountain of ecstasy. Every step forward is like a wave coming to its peak only to raise even higher above the sea.

“Goddamn, you’re so loose, baby,” he mutters. She doesn't really know what he means but she likes the way he says it, the approval in his voice. His thumb goes to her clit and starts to rub circles on it. She hasn't realized it could get any better and arches her back even more.

“You like that, mama?” she moans louder and he speeds up. “Yeah, I know you like that.”

The next few moments feel like a whirlwind, and she loses track of everything. Her body starts moving in ways she isn't in control of. His hand is upright above her head and she reaches up to grab it. He intertwines his fingers with hers and pins her hand there, stretching her arm out. He kisses her neck again and her eyes flash open. She cries out and convulses, gripping hard into his fingers. She's reached the top of the mountain, and it's more beautiful than anything in the world.

As her orgasm starts to wind down, Elvis removes his fingers and presses his palm against her folds. When she's finally back to normal, her arms go limp and she lies perfectly still like a vegetable. There isn't a word spoken and the air is filled only with her mixing breaths, the sound of the waterfall, and the birds.

“You doin okay, baby?” Elvis asks, reaching for her hand.

He holds it so gently now that she can't have imagined he's capable of grasping it as tightly as he was just a moment ago. She nods, the feeling coming back into her body. A euphoric smile spreads across her face, and she feels more beautiful than ever. If this is what sin feels like, she wants more of it. He brushes some of the sweat-stuck hair from her forehead. After a moment, she speaks up.

“You know my daddy says condoms are the devil at work,” she says, unable to stop the thought from popping out. After a moment of silence, Elvis laughs and laughs. She smiles, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“You know what, Lil Birdie,” he says, leaning over to kiss her forehead, “sometimes I think maybe ya daddy’s the devil.”

“Well that’s cause he is,” she responds and Elvis’ smile grows bigger. “I didn’t know any uh that was possible. It was…”

“Good, I hope?”

“Elvis,” she says, propping herself up on her elbows. “I have never felt like that in my life. I feel like a different person. I ain't afraid. Of nothing, I don’t think. I suddenly wanna try new things, run through the grass with my shoes off, do somethin crazy.”

He laughs, flopping back onto the sand and rubbing her back.

“Don’t worry, Lil Birdie, I’ll show you what real sex is like a different time,” he replies, laying back on the sand.

She leans over to kiss him. He pulls her on top of him and wraps his arms around her back. These kisses are gentle, warm, and maybe even a little bit loving. When she pulls back, they just stare at each other for a minute.

“It’s a date,” she finally agrees, kissing his forehead. “Now, I may feel bolder but I ain't going home without no underwear on. Go fetch my underthings, Presley.”

“I’d worry less about the underwear and more about those marks all over your neck,” he says and her mouth falls open.

“Fuck."

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elizabeths-writing-corner · 3 years ago

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"Movie night" Obey me! Mammon smut

☁ I kinda forgot I have a writing account...💀 Well,, I wanted to write something chill and this kinda came to me naturally. I can write smut for Mammon with my eyes closed besties

Mammon x gn!Reader

tw: blowjob (m!receiving), riding, cumming, praise, mammon being vocal as fuck because I like him that way :))

+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!

wc: 680

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Doing movie marathons and staying up all night with Mammon were some of your favorite activities to do together. This time he decided to play something much more romantic than usual. Of course, if anyone asked, it was your idea to watch a movie with a pornographic plot.

One of the more spicy scenes appears on the huge HD screen; characters floodlit by a dim, warm light are undressing each other in a heated make-out session, a symphony of moans and much-exaggerated whines flood into your ears.

You are leaning against Mammon's chest, his hand lying on the backrest behind your head. His body heats up with every second and he's doing his best to not look at you, but he's dying inside to touch you due to his escalating lust. It is almost pitiful to look at him in this state.

Not thinking about it too much you grab the demon by his belt and pull him closer into a surprise, much-awaited kiss at which he lets out a squeak but quickly gives in to you.

Your hand wanders to his clothed cock, you intentionally put pressure on it, making Mammon whimper.

"Hey! Be careful where you're placin' your hand," he growls all flustered. You respond with an innocent smile.

His pants and boxers are being pulled down to his ankles to eventually be thrown to the floor, next to the couch you're sitting at and his erected cock springs free, letting out thin strings of precum. It's pretty; tanned with a pinkish, smooth tip, and slightly curved to hit your most sensitive spots.

You lick your lips in anticipation and take it into your hand, stroking it gently at the base. You're glad it's late in the night because otherwise, everyone would hear Mammon's high-pitched moans that he can't muffle even when he tries to.

You place a soft kiss at the tip of his cock before taking it in your mouth. Your tongue works skillfully around his girth, tracing every vein, which makes your boyfriend wiggle underneath you.

"Ah, yes, that's my human," he puffs out, grabbing your raised-up butt in his hand and squeezing its flesh. "Go faster, faster, please..."

Your head's babbling fast on his dick. You don't even notice when he starts bucking his hips up, pushing his cock into your throat, and chasing his upcoming orgasm. His eyes clamp shut when he cums, his white, sticky semen floods into your mouth. You back off, struggling to normalize your breath.

"C'mere, fucking sit on my cock, yeah?" he rushes you and you obey without any complaint.

You take your bottoms off in a hurry and position yourself above Mammon's hard cock. He takes it in his hand and aligns it with your entrance.

"Slide it in, all the waa-!" his sentence cuts off by his loud moan when you take his whole length at once without any warning. "F-u-ck~" he whines.

You begin energetically jumping on his cock, sloppy sound of your skins hitting each other is accompanied by the noise of the movie that you left playing.

Mammon's hands slide under your shirt, caressing your soft chest and perked nipples that he loves to play with. He helps you take off your top to see your naked body in full glory.

"You know how to ride, don't you? Yeah, you fucking do."

He wraps his arms around your waist and helps you bounce your tired body on him, while his face lays buried in your hot chest.

"I'm gonna cum, babe! Cum with me, please, cum, cum, cum..!" he babbles with his two remaining brain cells that are trying hard not to shortcircuit from the overwhelming pleasure.

You barely manage to slide his cock out of you before he cums all over your ass and your hand that pumps his length. Your legs are shaking from your own orgasm which doesn't go unnoticed.

"Lay down," he says barely catching his breath. "You've done enough. Stupid human, you shouldn't be doin' all the job yourself," he grunts, looking almost mad at you.

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sexyandcringe · 3 years ago

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Accidentally touching his dick while falling

Warning: Suggestive, use of words like dick, balls, willy etc. The boys are reader's friends and have a crush on the reader (it's a mutual pining ig)

Content: fluff, crack, suggestive

A/n: this happened to me with ma middle school crush bbsorhrvs we were just messing around and I fell with my hands barely touching his willy wonka and I was 1. Embarrassed as fuck and 2. A tsundere with issues so I started to smack his head to get out of that awkward situation 💀 Do NOT act like me.

Atsumu

LMAO this mf 😭

Ok so y'all were having a pick-nick and he stole your last cookie, rude.

He knows you're short so he stretches up his arm with the cookie in his hand so you won't be able to snatch it back

You didn't wanna get up because you knew that if you did, he would also get up and you will never get your cookie back

So you tried to get on your knees hurrily to reach his hand and take your cookie back

But you lost your balance while you were stretching out your arm <\3

You grabbed Tsumu's shoulder to prevent yourself from falling but the other hand automatically went between his legs

You not so gently pressed on his junior and he shrieked lmao

You retrieve your hand quickly, heat creeping up your neck. Well, who wouldn't feel like this when they just touched The Miya Atsumu's dick

He, on the other side, composes himself real quick, like you were there embarrassed asf and he had that ugly smug grin

"Didn't know ya were that eager fer me y/n, ya coulda just asked fer it sooner" but you can see a hint of pink on his ears

"If you don't stfu, next time I'll fall with a knife in my hands, Miya".

"Eeeek! " he screams childishly and eats your last cookie right in front of you 😐

Kageyama

Pour soul just wanted to cut his nails in the gym

And you were just waiting for him to finish his practice since he was leaving earlier than usual

But waiting for him while hoshiumi practiced his spikes wasn't a good idea

"Y/N!!!" you heard a loud voice and just barely managed to save your head from the speedy ball coming over you

But while you were dodging the ball, you lost your balance and fell over Tobio

You are still tryna understand what the heck just happened when you notice something... Soft yet hard in your hand

"OHBWISHEIEJE I'M SORRY" u jump back all flustered and are bowing and apologizing like crazy

Tobio.exe.has.stopped.working.

He is RED like a tomato and doesn't even know what to do in this kinda situation

It wasn't even painful when you fell over so there wasn't even the pain to distract him wjdhdbr

Someone help him

Fortunately Hoshiumi comes running towards you to apologize so the awkward tension is over

But you two still have to hang out later- he won't be able to look at you in the eyes for a while lmao

Suna

You were just chilling with your best friend Suna on the couch on a Saturday evening

You both wanted to watch a nice anime, but you wanted to watch a sports anime (Haikyuu) while he wanted to watch to watch a Shonen like Kemono Jihen

This is how you both started to play-fight, throwing pillows at each other and stealing the remote when the other tries to put the other anime

He was able to steal the remote from you and you were tryna steal it back, but you slipped on the couch (damn socks)

Dude GASPED when you pressed on his willy 😭😶

You backed off at record speed and gasped with him

"Oh my god I'm sorry Rintaro" you are apologizing but also laughing cause he is covering his nuts with both hands, as if he just got kicked in the balls

"I thought my entire bloodline was gonna end here" he said with furrowed eyebrows and a dramatic voice

"now you're exaggerating, I BARELY pressed on it, don't be such a drama king oh God"

He laughs at you and the flustered, yet pouty, mess that you are, his own cheeks getting warmer.

You don't let this moment go to waste and snatch the remote, finally putting on your favourite show

Rintarou doesn't try to change it, but that's mostly because he knows that both of you are down bad and need some distraction

Oikawa

🙄 Dramatic king pt. 2

You, Oiks and Iwa were playing in an arcade, specifically that game where you have to keep up with the dancing steps shown on the screen in front of you

Iwa was out to get drinks for you and Oiks while you two were having a passionate match against each other

Oikawa hates losing so he does his best to keep up with the steps, while you were getting tired and the steps were getting difficult

But you are an unfair and cheater little shit, so you tried to push Oikawa off his dance floor so his points won't be counted it

Ur bold bold, he may look all delicate but he's stronger than you, have you seen his serves 🙄

So ofc when you try to push him off, he doesn't budge, but he does lose his balance while he tries to kick your ass outta his playzone

Long short story your legs get entagles with each other and you romantically fall on top of him and not so romantically squeeze his wee wee

This mf MOANS, like, he legit goes "AHNNG Y/N!!" bye 😭😭😭

You look at him with the most disgusted expression ever widbri lmao and he looks so hurt at that he covers his body as if you have violated him

"Asshole" you murmur, as if it's his fault you fell on him, but anyway

"that's not the part you touched Y/N- chan"

Will never let you live it down, always brings it up when he wants you to do something!! "Remember that time you harassed me in the arcade..."

Punch him pls

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