#hello it's been a minute since we had the Best Bros

[sturn-wrld]

🪼secrets

pairing: matt x reader

summary: where reader and matt think that nick and chris have left the house

genre: SMUT!!! if that makes you uncomfortable dni!

warnings: head (fem receiving) that's about it

a/n: day 3 of smutmas. kinda love this tbh.

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you had been friends with the triplets since almost the day they moved to LA. but that was the day you and matt also started your rendezvous. for the last year you and matt had been secretly hooking up.

you guys never did it when his brothers were in the house out of fear of being caught. there is no reason why the other two wouldn't want you two to be doing this except for it happening in their house but you were scared of them not liking for a different reason.

you were currently driving to the triplets place when matt suddenly calls you. you answer not knowing what this could be about.

"hi beautiful"

"hello matthew"

"damn the full name. anyways i'm excited for you to come over"

"matt are your brothers home?"

"right now yes but they have already said they want to go get food when you come over"

"okay. good. talk to you in like 5 minutes" i try to finish the call

"but i want to talk now"

"and i want to drive"

"fine okay drive safely baby. see you soon"

"see you soon"

you are now walking into the triplets house towards their kitchen where they all happen to be. "so y/n is coming over right?" nick asks as i walk over "already here" i say interrupting matt before he could answer the question "y/n i missed you" nick says embracing me in a long hug "i feel like it's been forever since i saw you last" i finished with before chris takes me in an evenly suffocating hug before i walk over to matt to hug him. "i'm going to go put my bag down and i'll be right back" i say heading towards matt's room. "nick and I are about to head out to mcdonald's if you want anything" i contemplate the many options in offer at mcdonald's before deciding against getting anything.

as your about to leave matt's room, he walks in. "they just left" he says giving you his seductive eyes, waking you towards his bed before he starts passionately kissing you. "i missed this" you said in between kisses "me too" he says pushing you onto his bed resuming the make out. he slowly starts kissing down your neck to your sweet spot before sucking it. "can i take this off?" he says slowly tugging at your shirt "yes" you lowly whisper out not capable of anything else. after pulling your shirt off he pulls his off throwing both across the room somewhere. he slowly takes your bra off as he moves his way down your stomach towards your sweatpants. he continues to kiss your lower stomach as he slowly pulls down your sweats to reveal that you're not wearing panties. "you wanted this didn't you?" he says looking up at you discovering your real reason to come over. "maybe" you say in a the way that drives him crazy.

he starts to suck at your clit as you starting moaning out. suddenly nick barges in "i forgot my- ahhhh" he says before slamming the door behind him. you both stop out of utter shock. you look at each other before scrambling to get dressed and go apologise to nick. you walk into the kitchen where both nick and chris were waiting.

"look at you bro getting pussy" chris says putting his hand up for a high five, matt looking unamused "not right now chris, later" he says chris lower his hand, a frown covering his face "nick i am so so sorry you had to see that, we shouldn't be doing it at all, let alone in the house. i don't want this to ruin the friendship or make things weird" you say genuinely sorry not wanting to loose some of your best friendships. "y/n, it's fine. you guys are adults your allowed to do things like that and i had a suspicion anyway" nick says like it was almost a fact "WHAT?" matt yells not believing his ears "you had a suspicion that y/n and i were fucking and didn't think to mention anything?" matt says absolutely gobsmacked not knowing what his brother was going to say next "well at first i thought you guys were dating but then you guys weren't attached enough but the amount of times you or y/n wanted to stay home or go somewhere because the other was just for you two to be separated when chris or i saw you next was ridiculous" matt and i look at each other shocked not knowing we were being so obvious. "and then i told chris because i thought i was crazy but he said he thought the same thing" matt and i look at chris.

"next time make the secret hookups more secret"

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[lowkeyrobin]

Oh hello me again 👀

I had another idea lmao, this one's a little dumber but here me out 🙏

Joshdub x Reader teasing each other over accents/comparing accents (literally any accent I don't mind, I just need Josh content, literally my second favorite of The Boys and second favorite Australian lol)

STOP I LOVE THIS AWERHJRNWNRBSNSN ; thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy ; your reqs r literally the best lol ; also I'll have that foolish one you sent me up soon I just need to tweak some stuff

JOSHDUB ; accents

summary ; you and Josh like to bully each other over your accents

warnings ; language, excessive DubDaddy running gag/joke idfk

word count ; 646

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"Bro, shut the fuck up, no way you're trying to diss me with your biscuits and tea looking self"

"Says you, scorpion fucker!"

"What the hell is happening right now?" Mully questions with a slight laugh, looking over to Juicy, Eddie, Gabby, and Narrator.

Juicy answers his question, "They're fighting over their accents"

The four watch as you and Josh continue roasting and arguing with each other, throwing insults every which way.

You were all staying at Juicy's house for a large sleepover-party, currently located in the living room. Prior to the playful argument, you'd all been watching a dumb action movie, which got paused because you all agreed that it was too boring and wanted to talk instead. The girls, minus Gabby, had left to go pick up some pizza and wings, considering none of you had eaten dinner yet, and it was already seven in the evening.

Gabby laughs, hearing another cruel insult escape your mouth. "When are the girls getting back with the pizza?"

Narrator looks down at his watch, "Hopefully within the next 15 minutes before they strangle each other"

"You're a cock sucker. You literally speak in gibberish"

"Says you! A few sandwiches short of a picnic. What's that even mean?"

"Okay, and I'm supposed to know what chuck a sickie and fire up the barbie mean? Quiet yourself down, Josh"

Juicy snickers, a hand loosely covering his mouth as he looks away momentarily. Eddie laughs, cheering you on in his native language across the room, Gabby under his arm. Mully can't help but laugh with Narrator beside him, both of them unable to hold back their amusement. It wasn't necessarily what you were speaking was funny, it was the tone and why you were fighting that got them.

"This is the stupidest thing we've ever argued over" Josh chuckles, "That includes that time where you tried to gaslight me into thinking you didn't call me DubDaddy"

"Again, that wasn't gaslighting! I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"Why do you say daddy like that?" He laughs, "You accentuate the a like an au sound"

"It's just how I speak! Say tuna"

"Tuna" He speaks, pronouncing it like ch-una.

"See?!" You exclaim, "You're the one talking weird"

"You say tuna like t-ew-nah!" He counterclaims

"Yeah, okay" You playfully roll your eyes and cross your arms, leaning back into the couch. You look over at Juicy, then Eddie and Gabby, then Mully and Narrator. "I don't say it like that, right?"

They're silent, failing to hide the smiles tugging at the corners of their lips.

"You're fucking kidding me!"

"To be fair!-" Juicy quickly speaks, "You both sound dumb. Mully does too."

"Ha!" You laugh, looking at Josh with a smug smile.

"What the hell?" Mully questions, looking to Juicy, "When was I involved in them?"

Juicy shrugs, "Since you decided to be Australian, brother"

"Dawg, you can't choose to be a certain nationality," Eddie laughs, using his free hand to rub the T-section between his eyes and over his nose.

"Are we not going to talk about the DubDaddy thing?" Mully asks, refocusing the conversation. "I don't remember this happening"

"Shut the fuck up" You quickly reply, moving your legs around to sit criss-cross on the couch.

"No, no, no. Tell us about that" Juicy giggles.

Josh quickly explains before you can tell your side of the story. "We were on VR Minecraft, after that 24 hour challenge-"

"I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"-And we were trying to at least get to the Nether, right? They fell into a pit of lava, logged out while screaming DubDaddy into their mic, wanting me to help them or get water to save them from the lava pit they were in" Josh chuckles, seeing your annoyed expression.

"I did not call him that, I swear on my life"

"I don't think anyone's believing you, Y/n"

[koolades-world]

Hello is hug deprived anon again (this might be becoming my name oh no) and I’ve had an idea

I’m sure we can all agree that mammon deserves all the love, especially because his brothers are too mean to him, they pretend they don’t love him too constantly

So, what if Mammon is away for a week, doing photoshoots or dealing with witches or something, and MC is moping because they miss him,, like, they keep turning to their side to whisper to him and then like deflating when they see no Mammon,, and like, reaching out on that side to hold his hand and then being confused when there’s nothing there, and then they realize :( maybe they stole his blanket from his room because it smells like him, so it’s the best substitute for Mammon hugs while he’s away

Maybe Beel (idk if any of the other bros would be nice enough to tell him) is texting him like “your human is too sad come back soon” and sending him pictures of MC doing this stuff

When Mammon returns MC jumps on him for hugs like “you’re home!!!!!”

Idk I think he’d cry

I think he would feel very loved and probably also cry abt it

What you think? What do you think he’d do?

(If you choose not to write anything about this no worries obviously) (but I eventually might lol I think it’d be very cute and make him very happy to have someone who really misses him when he’s away)

HI!! haha if you want and plan to request more, feel free to pick an anon name! or I could just call you something like hug LOL

wayyy back when I first got into obey me in like 2021, there was this one specific fic I read kind of similar to his idea where mammon was upset at be mistreated and mc stood up for him and it was this cute bonding moment, and this request kinda reminded me of that!! gonna try to channel it a little bit

this idea is literally so cute and I'd be happy to write it! it makes my brain like a cat who has the zoomies hehe enjoy :D

How Ironic

You watched agonizingly as the clock ticked by even slower than usual. You'd been trying to do some sort of work, or anything other than stare at the damned clock forever now, but you just couldn't focus.

It had been exactly four days, six hours, and fifteen minutes and counting since Mammon had left for a week long promotional photoshoot in another ring of hell. You had your sad, but sweet send off and you promise yourself that time apart might be good for you. After all, it always felt like you could never get anything done with Mammon around. Yet, here you were, staring blankly at a clock with a blank piece of paper and pen in front of you.

Finally deciding to throw in the towel for now, you got up from your desk in your room. A walk to a local convivence store was in order. Snacks and fresh air wasn't a combo you could pass up. On your way out, you passed the door to his room which was slightly ajar. You briefly had the thought to poke your head in and ask him if he wanted to come, before remembering that he wouldn't be in there. You continued your walk to the front door, where you put on your shoes and grabbed a bag that had a few necessities in it for the short journey.

Thankfully, you hadn't passed any of his brothers on the way there, meaning you didn't have to explain yourself or have them ask to tag along. While you enjoyed their company, they weren't Mammon. If you needed help, you could always summon one of them thanks to the pacts, but you needed this short walk to clear your head.

The air was unfortunately stifling and overly humid outside, making you glad you were dressed light. It was basically just your pajamas but when you went out with Mammon, the two of you did this every time. As you autopiloted to your favorite corner store, your thoughts wandered back to Mammon again. You wondered how he was doing and if he missed being at home. You couldn't blame him if he didn't and hoped he was enjoying his time away from home as much as you wished he was by your side.

Once you got to the store, you wandered around for a bit, debating what to get. After grabbing a small basket, you began to pile in various things that sounded good. Once the basket was full, you came to the realization that all the snacks were Mammon's favorites; hell sauce flavored instant noodles, Chaos Devil Cider and ginger ale to mix, Devilbee honey popcorn, and a variety pack of Devildom gummies. This is what he introduced you to the first time you did a snack run together. You decided, in light of this discovery, to buy extras for him for when he got back. You figured he would enjoy it and it was the least you could do to thank him for introducing you to so many tasty things you would've not tried otherwise. Once you checked out, you returned back to the House of Lamentation with a new skip in your step.

You made your way back up to your room, and passed the ajar door of Mammon's room again. Memories of the two of you together flooded back again, and you couldn't help but step in. Just being in his room was like he was really right next to you again. You couldn't help but sit on his sofa and think about how much you missed him even though it hadn't even been a full week. His absence made you realize how much you missed his presence. After a moment, you decide to leave the snacks you bought for him on his bedside table so his brothers were less likely to wander in and find them before him.

As you were setting down everything you'd gotten for him, you something caught your eye just about to fall off the end of his bed. After you picked it off the edge of his bed, you realized it was the hoodie he always wore around the house. It was faded from lots of usage and the strings were fraying. You knew it smelt like his cologne and his shampoo from all of the tight embraces he'd given you while wearing it. You for sure thought he would've taken it with him, but it looked as if he had thrown it off last minute and thrown it on his bed without looking back.

Looking around as if someone might be watching (which could very well be the case since Lucifer was notoriously quiet), you pulled it to your chest and deeply inhaled. Of course, there was the chance that it was dirty, but you couldn't care less. It wasn't anything you hadn't seen of him before. Since there really wasn't anything stopping you, you took it back to your room with you. You weren't even really that cold, in all honesty. It was more of the idea that he was right next to you since it smelt just like him.

You continued your night like you had before you left, just with his hoodie on. You were magically much more productive wearing it and you managed to get several things done. Usually, you would be chatting with Mammon on the phone at about this time to talk about how your days were, but he was unfortunately busy with something work related. Instead, you decided to send him a sweet goodnight text and send a picture of your set up with the food and the show you've been watching one episode at a time. Not expecting a response before you called it a night, you turn your phone off and focused on eating and watching tv.

Beel wasn't sure what woke him up first: his stomach or Mammon blowing up his phone. Sitting up in his bed, he peered at his screen, squinting at it. He had at least twenty texts from his brother asking him to check on Mc for him after they hadn't responded to his texts. He wasn't sure if Mammon knew they were probably asleep or if he was just worrying for no reason. Either way, he decided to check on them for him anways. After his kitchen run, of course.

After letting Mammon know, he got out of bed and left his room. On his way to the kitchen, however, he ended up following the smell of cup noodles to Mc's room. There, he was able to complete both of his missions. He snapped a picture of Mc fast asleep with a couple half finished snacks, then took the snacks. Mission complete.

Mammon was only halfway through the only kind of dumb business dinner when he spammed Beel about Mc. He was more worried than he would admit to himself about them. He knew it was probably nothing and that they had fallen asleep, but Beel was usually awake at this time eating anyways. The food was nice and he was the star of the show, but the dinner was much too stifling for his taste. Most importantly, it was cutting into his precious time with Mc, something he looked forward to at the end of every day. He loved getting to hear their voice after being away from them for so long. He missed getting to see them in person, but getting to hear them was next best.

As he was poking at his food, he finally got the response he was waiting hand and foot on. Beel had responded with just an image at first, so he scrambled to open it. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was a picture of his beloved Mc fast asleep in their bed. You looked so peaceful but your face was barely visible because of the hood pulled up over your eyes. After squinting, he realized the hoodie you were wearing looked oddly familiar. He realized that that was his hoodie, the one he'd left on his bed when he was late the morning he left.

He could barely contain his excitement and it must had been evident on his face since those around him glanced at him, and then between each other a few times. He saved the photo to his phone, and texted Beel back a thanks. As everyone talked around him, he debating asking to leave the shoot early right then and there. If he left right now, he would be able to make it home before you woke up. While he entertained this thought for a while, eventually he decided to stick it out since there were only a few days left. As soon as he was allowed to leave, however, he would buy you something with the paycheck he'd be given. Something nice, maybe a gold bracelet that would remind you of him when you see it. He spent the rest of the night thinking, then dreaming about you. He could only hope you were doing the same. (you were <3)

After those final two and a half agonizing days and many texts later, it was finally time for Mammon to return home. For now, he decided to leave his car parked just outside the house, since he may or may not have been planning to take you out to dinner later that day. As soon as he walked in the door, one of his suitcases in tow, something, or rather someone, attacked him with a flying hug. At first, he was processing the situation as Mc began to squeal and squeeze him as tight as they could into a hug. He wasn't really sure where they had come from, but he knew who it was as soon as their arms were around him.

"MAMMON!" Mc swung the both of them around, buzzing with excitement. "Diavolo, I missed you so much. I don't want to let go of you. If you don't take me with you next time, I might die of sadness and loneliness!" Their arms were around his neck, and their face in his chest. He finally let go of his suitcase and hugged them back. He held them close, shutting his eyes for a moment to take it all in.

"I missed ya too. 's good to be back." He, again, couldn't stop the smile from growing on his face. His brothers never expressed themselves the way Mc was to him in that moment, so he wasn't quite sure how to feel. They never seemed excited to see him, so it was so refreshing to see Mc visibly excited and made him feel truly loved. All their time apart was worth moments like these.

As MC was squealing, a few of his brothers began to gather around the foyer around them. Perhaps they heard them, or maybe they knew he'd be back today at around this time. Either way, he waved at them, still keeping an arm around Mc.

"Guys! Mammon is back." Mc nuzzled his neck, still holding onto him.

"We can see that." Belphie remarked, sounding unamused. Mammon's smile faded a little. So, they didn't care that he was back, did they? He should've expected that from them. Actually, they probably wished he'd been gone for longer with the way they treated him sometimes.

"I talked to you guys about this. I don't expect you to do what I'm doing, but you need to show him you're happy he's back. You can't lie, he's irreplaceable! I don't know what I'd do without him, and I missed him so much." Just like that, Mc's words lifted him back up. Suddenly, he was no longer upset that his brothers didn't care. He had the attention and care from the person he thought about the entire time he was gone. "Shame on you all. Don't expect me to talk to you for the next few days. Let's get your things from the car, and go upstairs. We have so much to catch up on!" Mc only let go of his neck to grab his hand instead. They dragged him back out of the house, shutting the door with their foot behind the two of them.

"Mc, ya didn't have to do all that fer me..." Mammon glanced back at the shut door. His brothers didn't open it, or try to follow them.

"But I did! You're my first man, after all. I really can't express how much I missed you and just saying it doesn't feel like enough." They reached into the trunk of his car to begin taking out his suitcases. Mammon moved them aside gently, not wanting them to do even more for him that he felt as if he didn't deserve.

Mammon was silent for a moment, then decided to go digging through his backpack for the bracelet he'd bought for you. He hoped it would make it easier to tell you how he felt. "Here, this is fer you." He presented the small, black box to them. Looking caught off guard, they accepted it and opened it carefully. Your mouth dropped open as you saw the golden piece of jewelry he bought for you on the drive back.

"Mammon! This is beautiful. Thank you so much! But, I don't understand why. What's the occasion?" You removed it from the box and held it up to the light to study it. Several small charms hung off of it.

"That's the thing. There isn't one." He took a deep breath and looked down at his feet before continuing. "I just... yer so good to me. Ya texted me daily, called me daily, thought about me while I was gone, and even waited fer me like that so ya could surprise me when I got back. Ya care, and I know I'm not the best with showin' I care and it makes me feel shitty. Thank you, fer everythin'. I really missed ya." He couldn't see how Mc reacted, but was essentially tackled into another hug again by them.

"Mams, you show me you care in little ways. Just because you don't say it, doesn't mean that you don't. You just being back here with me is more than enough." He immediately thought about how ironic the entire situation was. He never actually told them how he felt and treated them like garbage sometimes, and he thought it might've been pushing the person he cared for most away, but really, he never had to worry about that. he'd never considered that they could see past his inability to admit his feelings. He hugged them back, savoring the moment since this time they were alone.

"Thank you Mc." He held back happy tears.

"No, thank you! Thank you for always being by my side. Now, instead of actually unpacking, let's just lock the car and sneak back inside. Maybe they'll eventually feel sorry and come looking for us, but we'll actually be hiding right under their noses. It'll be like a spy mission." Mc giggled leaning back to see his face. Mammon let them look him in the eyes, glistening tears and all.

"Yeah, let's do that. We can watch that movie ya wanted to watch and just share headphones." He found himself joining in with the quiet laughing along to something he wasn't sure either of them really understood. Something he did understand however, was that he knew he was loved back by the one he loved the most, and couldn't ask for more.

[kennysimp101]

i’m begging for an Aj imagine where he dates a (female) f1 driver for red bull and in the beginning his friends don’t believe that they are dating cause of how pretty she is 🙏🙏🙏

btw love your work 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

"No chance": Aj x reader ☁

A/N: Hello Anon!! Im not a big Aj girly but I love f1 so ofc I loved this idea. I tried my best but it's like I forgot how to write 😭

Also, thanks Love <33, appreciate all of yall, and sorry for the very late update

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You and Aj have been dating for 5 months. It's been amazing. You are a racer and this year you got signed with the leading team in F1, Redbull. You were overjoyed and had your first race in a week. You invited Aj and told him to get his friends along as well. 

A week later

The first GP was in Baku, and you had just reached. You went to your hotel and were planning to have lunch with Aj and his friends. You had never met them but you had watched a few of their videos when Aj showed you their channel, and you thought they were hilarious. Aj texts you to come downstairs. You go to the reception and you see Aj standing. “AJ!!” You shout and run over to hug him. You hadn't met in a week since you were so busy with practice. “Y/N, I missed you soo muchh” He says hugging you back. “Are we ready to go?” You ask about the lunch. “I just need to go to my room and wait for the guys to get ready too” He replies “Okayy, im just gonna go get ready as well” You both go into the elevator, Aj gets off on the 3rd floor, where u see his friends, wave slightly before the elevator goes to your floor.

Aj goes to his friends. “Your telling me you pulled her??” Kenny asks. “NO CHANCE MAN BROS LYING” Chunkz shouts louder than expected. “Yeah??” Aj replies confused to all the commotion. “Aj, you know your my friend right? Like we live together and im so close to you, but i call bullshit” niko says. “Aint no way shes your girlfriend, shes too pretty” sharky added on. “I cant believe this man. HOW DO YOU LOT NOT BELIEVE ME?” Aj gets upset. “Nice one bro, its gonna be a great video for you” Chunkz laughs and the rest join in. “I dont even care, just go get ready in 10 minutes for lunch” Aj says as he shakes his head and goes to his room.

10 mins later

All the guys meet up downstairs and are waiting for y/n. “Sooooo your “girlfriend” isn't here yet huh aj?” Niko says, air-quoting girlfriend. “She's coming omg guys believe me she's my girlfriend,” Aj says getting sick of his friends. “Right right we totally believe you bro,” Sharky says sarcastically. Then y/n comes out of the elevator “AJ!! Here!” you shout at him. “Y/N!!” He says back as you walk towards him and his friends. “Guys this is y/n my girlfriend, and y/n this is Niko, Chunkz, Sharky, and Kenny,” He said pointing at each one. “Hey guys, im glad I can finally meet you all!” you say while smiling. All the guys stand with their jaws dropped. “SEE I TOLD YOU!” Aj shouted at them. “What?” you say confused. One of them, you remember as Chunkz says “We saw you in the elevator before, and since youre soo pretty, we just assumed Aj was making this whole thing up as a prank, and we didn't believe him at all… Clearly we were wrong”. You laugh while Aj stands there pouting. “But why?” Kenny asks. “Cause y/n is beautiful, kind and ambitious af?” Aj says like it's the most obvious thing. “No I get that, i was wondering why she would choose you, she's literally a goddess-looking F1 driver, and you're a rat,” He says and all the boys laugh. “Awww, he may be a triangle, but he's a cute triangle” You reply which gets then laughing even more. Aj smacks your arm as you giggle. “She's funny too?? Damn Aj you got nothing over her” Niko says as all of you walk out to go to lunch.

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Kinda short so sorry about that, finals approaching BUT IM TRYING TO START POSTING AGAIN SOOO YAYY. Also I went off the story so many times lmaoo (Thats y the ending is shit sorry). Im gonna try and finish up all the requests I have soon, then I was probably gonna put some f1 fics (Open to requests too)

Anyways love yall <33

[fairyrcts]

birthday sex , c.s.

by fairyrcts warnings - smut , intended lowercase , use of y/n , cursing , underage drinking , pet names , unprotected sex (don't do that), p in v , oral (f & m recieving) rough sex , hair pulling , gagging , virginity loss , maybe more ¿

an - bro ik its virginity loss, but i will not be writing no cherry popping crap

the party slowly started to die down due to how long it's been going on. after 3-4 hours of partying, dancing, and drinking, most everyone had left the newly 18 year old's birthday.

y/n was left with her four best friends playing never have i ever on her couch, everyone's hands up and fingers down while they went in a circle asking questions.

"never have i ever lost my virginity?" nathan asked, his words slightly slurred.

chris's finger went down. nate's finger went down. everyone else's was up.

"y/n, you're a virgin?" chris's eyes wandered her. her legs were on his lap, just far enough away so she couldn't feel his erection.

christopher's always had some sort of interest in her. he didn't really know himself what it was, but he knew he couldn't get her outta his head.

"yeah? is that so surprising?" she chuckled.

to him, yeah, it was. of course nick hadn't, matt, sure, but y/n?

not because he thought she was someone who'd just give it up easily, but because she was by far the most attractive person he'd ever seen. to think that no man has ever taken that kind of interest in her was diabolical.

"no, no, that's not what i meant."

y/n shifted her legs up his thighs more causing chris's eyes to widen and his dick to grow harder by the second.

"hmm, okay, never have i ever made out with someone in the circle?"

nick's question revealed another thing about y/n he hadn't known. just after her finger went down, matt's went down too.

matt?

"uhm, hello? explain?"

matt began talking about what had happened.

"in eighth grade we were at that one guy's party and we were playing seven minutes in heaven and we made out in his coat closet."

the memory came back to y/n, causing her to laugh.

"oh my gosh, we were so inexperienced. that was funny."

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the game and conversations went on for another half hour, but everyone began getting tired.

"we should probably get going. i shouldn't be driving when i'm tired and if we stay longer, i'll pass out." you could hear the exhaustion in matt's voice.

chris didn't wanna leave. not yet at least. there was so much more that they could do.

"y'know, or, if it isn't a hassle.. we could just stay here?" christopher asked with a cheeky grin.

y/n wasn't opposed to chris's idea. "yeah, c'mon, stay the night. nate, you can get the couch, matt and nick will have the extra bedroom down here and chris.. you can sleep up in my room." she moved her legs off of his and sat up.

matt honestly didn't care, as long as he got sleep, he was fine. since matt was their driver and if he chose to stay here, that was their only option.

since everyone agreed, they made their way to designated sleeping area's, nate on the couch, matt and nick in the guest room and chris in y/n's bed.

thoughts began roaming his mind as he watched her hips sway in front of him while she walked up the stairs. seeing her in the same bed as him, sleeping with him. he could only imagine as what was to happen.

she opened the door to her room, nothing chris hasn't seen before.

"uhm, i don't think i have anything for you to change into. i'm sorry." her voice was tired and gentle as she spoke.

"it's alright." he smiled which was reciprocated back.

"put on something for us to watch, i'm gonna change." chris nodded as she went into her closet.

he scrolled through the apps on her tv, landing on netflix. he went through the rows of genres, eventually choosing the amazing spiderman.

y/n walked out in an over-sized shirt and small shorts. chris's eyes made his way up and down her body, setting on her tits.

fuck.

she wasn't wearing a bra. her boobs were practically on display.

not that he was complaining.

she made her way under the covers next to him, not noticing his stare.

"oh fun, i love spiderman." she laid back on the bed and got comfortable. chris didn't wanna feel awkward so he did the same as he pressed play.

y/n's head sat on his shoulder, whispering little things in his ear every few minutes.

not far into the movie, chris began getting hot. he was wearing sweatpants and a long sleeve, not his ideal sleeping outfit.

"i'm sorry, do ya mind if i take my sweats off? i'm burning up."

mind? did she mind? hell, she wished he'd take everything off, but that's something better kept to herself.

"no, not at all. that's fine." she gave him a small smile while he stood up and pulled his pants off.

fuck.

she peeked out the corner of her eyes, seeing chris's fully imprinted cock against his boxers. there was no way he wasn't hard.

he got back in bed and she acted as if his dick wasn't practically on display.

not that she was complaining.

the pair continued watching the movie but y/n started getting fidgety. she moved a leg, her thigh in between chris's.

chris bit down on his bottom lip to keep a gasp from leaving his mouth. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck was basically the only thought in his head.

"chris-" he knew what she was about to say. he could feel himself get hard against her leg.

"-are you, uh."

her leg moved from off of him slowly, but was immediately brought back up by chris's hand.

she looked up towards him, his gaze on her lips.

there was nothing on her mind other than how bad she wanted him to kiss her. and somehow, her mind was read. chris's lips met hers and his hand going to her lower back.

her arm slid around his neck and got her fingers tangled in his hair. chris bit her bottom lip, asking for entrance.

once granted, everything became messy. small moans coming from both parties, incoherent sentences in between breaths.

y/n's lips moved down to his jaw, sucking and forming hickeys all down his neck.

"just like that, baby." he whispered quietly. his hands moved up and to her chest, running his hand along her now hard nipple.

she moved upright on top of him, his cock pocking her ass. she took his shirt off in a singular motion.

she began marking up his chest while he played with the hem of her shirt.

"i- fuck. take it off." his voice wasn't demanding but she knew to do what she was told.

she dragged the shirt over her arms and tossed it to the floor. chris wasted no time going to her tits. he sucked on them, mumbling compliments against her boobs.

y/n moan's filled the room causing chris's mind to go crazy. if that's how she sounded when he was just on her tits, what more could he get from her?

his mouth made it's way back to hers but his hands stayed on her hips, moving them back and forth on his dick.

all he could think about was the feeling of her grinding and how'd fucking good it'd feel without either of them being clothed.

"how bad do you want me?" his voice lowly spoke in her ear. it was clear to hear the lust in his tone.

"really badly." she said just above a whisper.

he laid her down on her back and put a finger under the hemline of her shorts, only feeling one.

"you haven't got panties on?"

she shook her head no and with that there was no turning back.

"can i take em' off?" chris's words were impatient, but y/n's nods were even more impatient.

not wanting to wait any longer, he tugged them down, reaching her ankles. he groaned at the sight of her cunt, wet due to him.

he crawled further on the bed and positioned himself in between her legs, his hands resting on her thighs.

his breath against her pussy made her loose her mind more. little did she know, she was about to be senseless.

without hesitation, his tongue ran up and down her folds, making her back arch and a moan to leave her lips.

chris sucked on her clit while two of his digits went inside her. he pumped his fingers in and out of her soaked cunt.

his fingers curled, hitting her g-spot. she moaned loudly with shock at the new feeling. she threw her head back on the headboard while she moved her hips along with his hand.

a pit formed in her stomach as her orgasm was close.

"ch-chris, i- fuck, i think." she hadn't ever felt an organism this good.

"you're so close. cum for me, it's alright, ma." his voice just pushed her over the edge and her moans got louder. the balloon in her stomach popped as her juices coaxed his hand.

he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them off. "fuck, ma, you taste so good."

she panted, breathless.

"you okay?" he asked to which she nodded.

"good, cuz i need more. please, baby." his voice was pleading and y/n had no other choice other than to say yes. she wanted to return the favor.

she scooted off the bed and onto her knees. "can i?" she looked up at him with begging eyes.

"mhm, mhm, yeah, mama." she slowly slid his boxers down to the floor, his cock covered in pre-cum.

her mouth slid around his dick, her tongue swirling on his tip. chris tried to speak, but everything was a blur.

she fit his whole length in her mouth, gagging against him. the vibrations only made him loose his mind more.

while her mouth focused on sucking, she brought her hand up to stroke the rest of his dick that couldn't fit in her mouth.

"i- fuck, y/n." he groaned. his hand went to her hair, grasping it in his hands and slightly guiding her head back and forth. his movement became more harsh and by now tears were running down her cheeks.

"i'm gonna cum, shit, i- ma. fuck, i can't." his words were cut off by his own moaning as he came in her mouth.

"swallow." y/n obeyed his orders before chris wiped a small bit off her lip.

"good girl." she chuckled and stood up, her knees almost buckling under her.

"i thought you said you were a virgin?" his brows furrowed.

"i am. but i didn't say i've never given head before." a smirk made it's way onto her lips.

"then how about we change that?" his mouth moved to her neck and began leaving hickeys as he gently laid her back down on the bed. he scooted his dick in front of her folds.

"i'll start slow, mkay?"

"yes please." she smiled softly. sure, she was nervous, but it was with chris and she wouldn't have it any other way.

he put his cock inside her slowly, winces coming from y/n's lips.

"just a bit more, baby. you're doing incredible. you can take it."

his dick was now fully in her as he slowly moved it in and out. the pleasure overweighed the pain and she was now comfortable with his size.

"can i go faster?" y/n nodded and he picked up speed. he put a hand on her tummy, feeling his bulge under his hand.

"chris, i- fuck. keep going." her words were almost not understandable, she was on cloud 9. the pure ecstasy that she was feeling was unbelievable.

chris's pace kept gradually going faster while their moans were the only thing being heard.

y/n's hand gripped the headboard to stabilize her as his dick pumping into her caused her whole body to move. her tits bounced up and down before chris's hand made it's way to them.

chris stuck two fingers in her mouth, the rest of his hand holding her chin in place. his other hand went down and began rubbing her clit at a vigorous speed.

"ch-chris, fuck." y/n's moans were music to his ears. her words only made him go faster.

"flip over." he ordered while sliding his dick out. y/n moved on all 4's, her ass sticking up.

chris slipped his cock back in and took a handfull of her hair, pulling it with every pump. his other hand gripped her ass.

"oh my fucking god. you feel fucking amazing. mm, keep taking it, atta girl."

y/n was now a mess. sweat stuck to her face as her hair was being pulled back. her tits swung and her jaw was slack as they were both reaching their second orgasm.

"chris, i c-can't anymore. fuck, i'm g-gonna cum." her head turned to the side to speak to him.

"mm mm, not yet, baby. you can keep going.

y/n kept taking it, wanting to please chris. but the feeling of his cock buried inside of her, the faint sound of skin slapping, everything was just getting too much.

without warning, chris pulled out. leaving y/n confused.

"if you're gonna cum, i gotta see your face. come ride, sweetheart." he took this time to sit and regain his breath while she sat and positioned herself on top on his dick.

chris's hands moved to her hips and guided her up and down on his cock. her face contorted at the feeling of him consistently hitting her g-spot.

he moved his face to her tits as they bounced in his face, sucking on her chest. this only added to the amount of unbearable pleasure.

"please, chris. i- fuck. pleasepleaseplease let me cum. mm, please."

chris nodded his head, y/n cumming the second she was given permission. her jaw went slack and chris slid out, releasing his load on her tummy.

"holy fuck. alright.." he panted and let out a humorless chuckle as y/n exhaustedly put her forehead on his shoulder.

"let's get you cleaned up, mama." she tried standing, but it was near impossible.

chris helped her up and carried her to the bathroom. y/n sat on the edge of the bath while he started the water. "you're incredible, y'know that?"

|--|

the next morning, chris and y/n walked down the stairs, chris supporting her so she didn't fall.

downstairs, everyone was awake and staring at them.

"so... how'd you sleep?" nate said emotionless while y/n stumbled and sat next to him on the couch.

"uhm, i slept okay." she side-eyed him while chris went into the kitchen where nick and matt were.

"yeah, i didn't."

"oh, i'm sorry. was the couch too uncomfy?" her face was concerned but then became one of realization.

"nope, it was just fine. but all i could hear was your moaning and chris's groaning." his words caused y/n and chris's face to turn red while matt and nick just laughed.

[bigkingxl0]

Tomorrow

A built god splitting logs in the backcountry of Vermont, glistening with sweat. Muscles rippled from his swift swing. He drove the axe head down and added the wood to the pile. He was nearly done collecting what he needed to fire up the wood stove through the rest of the year. A dream life built from the blood, sweat and tears of one ambitious man, on acres of land nobody else could say they owned. Far from civilization. Andy was surprised his phone even had reception at this part of his sprawling property. He was even more surprised to see Mom's contact photo staring back at him -- when did she ever call? -- but rested the tool against the chopping block and answered.

"Hey, what's up?"

"We need to talk."

Exactly what you want to hear from your mother. He offered to talk later but she rejected him, insisting they talk right there and then. He gathered up the flannel he'd discarded, phone pressed to his ear, and made his way back to his cranberry colonial.

She spoke sternly but vaguely. At first he didn't understand what happened and why he had to be recruited, at first. Sure, Andy lived through his shut-in gamer phase too, years ago, so he kind of understood it. He had his time with a carpet full of crumbs and 2 liters filled with piss. And other disgusting things. Lazy summers where WOW came first and everything else second. His parents had reacted the same way then. He grew out of it. Maybe it took a couple threats of military school and disownment, but he went to college and got his life together. Now look at him. A successful property manager and agricultural scientist who lived his truth and sold it to the masses. He wanted to laugh. Fly across the country and tell his brother to put up the controller and invest in deodorant? It was comical.

Arlo would grow out of it. He wanted to crack a joke about sending him off to the army, but Mrs. Menconi was not one to call and ask for anything. The subtle desperation got the best of himIf he didn't recover his brother from the dark side, he would lose access to the most powerful network in his life. Her image was on the line. It was also the least he could do was repay his dear mother. It had been a long time since he'd seen Arlo, too, so it was only fair. Half a decade of globetrotting for work, and his busy life had gotten in the way of things more than once before. He hadn't actually spoken to his sibling or anything in all that time. He'd be lying if he said he'd noticed, and that shook his reality. Too many years passed and not enough time spent together. No wonder his brother rebelled. Poor bastard probably hated his life. Now he had nothing in his upcoming schedule and his mother was practically begging him to intervene. He had to go.

Andy caught the soonest red eye with nothing but his laptop and farm clothes, unprepared for what faced him on the West Coast.

He hesitated at the bare condo door. He didn't actually know what to say to the kid. It wasn't like they had much in common. He shook his head and knocked, the charisma of a salesman taking over. If he could do it for work he could do it for family.

After several minutes, the door creaked open, and the stench hit before he could say hello. Andy tried not to screw his face up too much, and forced a smile at his younger sibling. "Hey, lil dude.”

"Oh... hey bro," Arlo groaned, caressing his stretchmarked gut. "Long time, no, URP, see. I hoped you were Domino's."

There was no life to his voice. He started his waddle back into the dark, dank house. Andy watched the sweat roll down his curves and drip from the ends of his greasy hair. Arlo plopped into his groaning gaming chair and pulled his headset on.

"Not even a how are ya?"

"I'm literally in a game, bro!"

He started to remember why they hadn't talked much in the past six years.

Stepping out with a phone call, he questioned what he was even doing there. What could he even do? Clean up after him until he decided to become a man? He dialed his mother but she didn't answer. At the end of the voicemail he left a text that said "Please." dropped in and knew he couldn't leave her hanging. He sighed and hung up the phone.

Andy slipped back into his brother's rotten, rent-free apartment and gently stepped around the landmine field that was the den. Heavy footsteps went into the kitchen, bags crinkled, then Arlo came in with an arm full of family sizes.

"We can hang out now, I guess.”

He dropped onto the disgusting couch with a groan. The greasy pile of take out boxes on the coffee table matched the swollen lard around his middle. He reached for the clicker and put on some annoyingly loud cartoon. The TV fueled his dead eyed stare.

"Arlo," he started, eyeing the blotchy, bloated sphere that was his brother. The words fell away from his lips without a sound.

"Yeah, dude?" His brother said it like the words were foreign, head too full of pretty TV shows too even listen.

"It's great to see you."

"UURRRRRAAP. Yeah..." His voice trailed off, thick with disinterest. His eyes were locked on the screen, only this time he brought chips to his mouth. "Same to you."

With his mind racing, Andy tried to figure out how deep he was and where the hell the shovel was. He rested on the arm of the couch, the most visibly clean surface in sight, and tried to seem as comfortable as possible. Part of him wanted to see the rest of his apartment. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stomach it. He watched along with the dumb cartoon his brother occasionally chuckled at between dabs and blasting videos on YouTube and Tiktok at max volume. Not a word said for an hour until the eldest brother broke the vocal silence.

"So much for hanging out huh?"

Arlo rolled his eyes. "Bro literally... toxic vibes for real."

Andy sucked his teeth. "Nothing you say actually makes sense, you know that?"

"Honestly bruh, we aren't, like, hanging out." Arlo lifted his leg and let out a bassy fart. Andy was afraid to breathe in the toxicity. With a satisfied look he continued. "You only came 'cause, like, I blocked mom."

"I came because you're my bro and I love you. And care about you."

"Uhuh, 'bro'", he said, air quotes and all. "You lie for a living and you're trash at it? You're such a beta."

"First of all my business is very successful-" he was interrupted by another reeking fart and a giggle.

"Yeah, that was a good one, mother fucker!"

Andy could feel himself losing brain cells. He fiddled in his bag for his airpods but they were dead. Typical. He sank angrily into the armrest and then stiffened just as quickly. God only knew what his hand hit in the cracks of the seat. He steeled himself, trying to muster as little judgment as possible, just like he'd been asked.

Not everyone cleans as rigorously. Not every tidies. He eyed his brother, trying to mask his disgust - not that he'd notice. Not everyone showers regularly. Or at all. His face crinkled at the scent wafting off Arlo. Pungent BO, old food, and stuffed farts. He wasn't sure what smelled worse, him or his festering apartment.

He added more to the list and actually felt his prejudices wavering. Not everyone eats healthy. Not everyone watches educational programs. Not everyone makes something of themselves -- and can be content with it. By the end of his list of "not everyone" he didn't have a single thing left to judge.

Andy knew then that the next few months would be very, very long. His brother had fallen asleep sitting there, one hand in an empty dominos box, the other on his dab torch. There was no clock in the house, his Apple Watch had died in the airport, his phone done then, too, and he felt tired in the darkness. He didn't even realize his eyes were fluttering. Tomorrow he would make a game plan, just like he would for his business. Break down exactly what went wrong, where, and what the comeback would be. It might take some time, but nothing was impossible with enough hard work. Satisfied, he dozed off.

---

That didn't go as planned. Arlo slept at bizarre times, which gave him time to look through the rest of the house. He thought it might be a good time to clean, but the trash was so dense that it seemed nearly impossible. Arlo didn't even seem to own any trash bags, and even after buying a box, Andy couldn't throw a tenth of the mess in the overfilled dumpster in the parking lot.

His clothes were covered in mysterious trash juices and food. Dirty and exhausted, he tried to shower, but there was no soap, shampoo, conditioner, not even a washcloth. He damned TSA for their liquid rules. This was already the trip from hell and it only compounded with every minute.

Andy found acceptable clothes in the depths of the grungy apartment. They weren't anything he'd choose to wear--a graphic tee with some game he'd never heard of and a pair of sweats obviously too small for Arlo--but they sufficed. He wasn't going to buy real clothes to ruin in this cesspool. He figured he could just go into goodwill later and get some throwaways to tide him over if necessary.

It didn't work like he planned, not unlike everything else he'd planned so far. He'd taken an uber from the airport to Arlo's, with the idea of borrowing his brother's car for the week or even renting one. He came to find there was no car rental place for miles with a vehicle available, and his brothers beaten 90's Civic was long overdue for services and remained unstartable.

It felt like now, or never. Originally he'd planned to work during this whole debacle but he saw that was nigh impossible. He left a quick memo to his remote workers that he was taking an emergency leave and to continue any major projects and manage themselves for a little bit. He knew they were up to the task.

The next few days went that same, Andy bagging up as much trash as humanly possible until he was too weary to continue, and Arlo piling it up just as fast. It was fruitless, much like the kitchen fridge, and Andy felt as though he might genuinely lose his sanity holed up in the trash den.

They went back and forth with each other a hundred times over the weeks over this. Sometimes as friends and sometimes mortal enemies. Sometimes it seemed like his brother was coming around. He could get him to clean up after himself. Then he was cooking meals instead of ordering them, shaving, showering. Normal people stuff. Andy even got him to cut down on dope smoking and gaming. But he could never get anything truly clean or put together or even decent. It was always kind of cluttered, bad, stinky, or some other awful thing that drove Andy nuts.

"I'm going to take you out."

"Like, kill me?"

"Out to a bar or something! Around people your age."

"I'm good with that, chief," Arlo said, shaking his head.

"It's celebratory, and mandatory," Andy waved his hand. "No get out of jail free card."

"And walk there?" "I connected with some of my people and arrange a private transport to a-"

"Fine. But you're picking up the tab."

"I planned on it, turd," he said, the eldest brother snark returning as if they were kids again.

The way Andy saw it, a chick would steer Arlo on the right course, fast. That had worked for a million guys more than once, him included. What he hadn't expected was that most of the single ladies wanted to talk to him instead. He tried to distance himself from his brother and blend in with the crowd, but the bar was small and Arlo could spot the cowboy talking from a mile away. In the end, two drunk Menconi boys with a single plus one. She tangled herself around the chiseled body of the eldest brother, with half an outfit less than what she started with.

Andy woke up still drunk with a dead phone and no other belongings. He could tell it was afternoon from the sun through the blinds, but this was not Arlo's place. A mangled charger in the kitchen brought his phone to life and he escaped with an Uber, careful not to wake his new friend, who was sprawled out on the floor in front of the door.

Arlo had left the front door unlocked. Disgusting slapping and plapping and moaned nonsense echoing through the house when he walked in. Arlo, naked except for VR headset and headphones, tugging on himself and surrounded by take out boxes. He slammed the door shut and covered his mouth, turning away from that grotesque sight and running into the hall.

He couldn't get the picture out of his mind. Rolls wobbling and the squelchy fart noises and whorish groaning... he rubbed his eyes but it didn't help. All he wanted to do was lay on the couch. As far as he knew that was now all contaminated, not like he wanted to be in the house right now anyway. He slithered back into the elevator and made way to his rental car, kicked back the seat and slept his regrets off.

When he awoke again he felt sober enough to tackle that ordeal. Bounding up the steps and opening the door to a quiet house. He looked from side to side. It had never been quiet in here, between TV looping, gamer shouting and fat dude snoring. He listened and at the edge of his hearing he heard crinkling. He looked for the culprit under his feet or among the garbage and found nothing. Then he heard the heavy footsteps of Arlo and a belch that confirmed it.

"Got something for you broski," he said, coming from the back room. "But I gotta test it first."

"What? And look, about earlier-" Andy started but trailed off when he saw Arlo loading a familiar looking bong. He took a hit as if in example and ripped a fart as he stepped closer.

"This might be more your speed dude. Remember this shit?"

"You're joking-" he was interrupted by another reeking fart and bong rip.

"pffprprPRFRBFFTBT--nyeahehehe, smoke it!"

"Okay, you're not joking," he said, mouth watering with nausea but too shocked to move. "How the fuck did you get this?"

"I was nine, I wasn't dumb. I hid this first and then told mom about your stash." "You told them!?"

"Old news bro, just smoke."

"It's not time to smoke! I need to-"

"It's ALWAYS the time to smoke," his pothead brother blew a lungful of pen smoke in his face. "C'mon, like, relax!"

He hadn't done anything like that since college, and he wasn't sure he wanted to start again. He eyed the glass piece like it might blow up in his face.

"Arlo, you know I'm here to set you straight right? To get you off of this... stuff? Make you an adjusted member of society like the rest of the family?"

"Bruh... don't be a loser."

"You have to understand how worried everyone is-"

"C'mon, bro, like," he exhaled more smoke. "You're not even gonna, like, take a big rip? With your bro?" His tone was both inviting and mocking.

"Arlo, you're kidding, you can't just expect me to smoke weed of all things, at this point in my life-"

"Bruh, if you ain't hanging, you're not welcome. I don't G-A-F about an intervention," He let out a drawn out fart that smelled acrid, and took another hit. "Smoke, or go."

"Fine, yeah, okay... bro," Andy said, mom's voice spinning around his mind.

The faster he gained his brother's trust, the faster he could get on the redeye flight back home. Not to mention, Arlo hadn't exactly been welcoming - was this his way of bonding? Was this him letting down his guard? Andy rubbed his eyes and took the bong. "One, and that's it."

Arlo put a cap over the chamber and intense hot smoke entered Andy's lungs, making him cough and gag. He stopped immediately, hacking and spitting and snotting. He choked out some obscenities.

"Let's goo!! Hit that shit man!"

"What the fuck," he said between gasping coughs, spittle flying. "Was that even weed? Fuck is that!?"

"Moonrock, broski....weed and wax rolled in kief."

His head swam in circles. He must have sat there for an hour, infinitely sinking into the disgusting cushion of the disgusting couch. His mind was everywhere else but paying attention to how disgusting it all really was, and he almost understood how his slovenly brother had gotten to this point.

"Jesus H..."

"One more! One more!" His brother handed him the piece again, hot and ready to go. Somehow he felt that Arlo was influencing him, and not the other way around. He figured if he smoked enough he could just go to sleep and try again tomorrow.

So he smoked, coughed, smoked some more, floating through spacetime and drooling on himself while his brother played videos that soothed him. In his brain he was out on an undiscovered frontier and afraid of what he might face. In reality he was potbrained and glued to the couch while Arlo fed him chips and baby talked him.

"Poor dude. You're probably thirsty too, here bro," and let him drink coke, "sorry, bro, forgot you probably got the munchies, sorry I got you couchlocked," and gave him scraps of food. "Damn bro, you look totally boofed right now."

Andy couldn't figure out what that meant. He could see his brother's lips moving and he could hear this noise that really sounded like Arlo, but nothing made sense to him.

"What the fuck, dude?" Is what he wanted to say, but it came out as a groaning moan that his brother just laughed at.

"Aww don't worry dude, this won't last forever. I love being blasted... it doesn't last long enough! BRRAAAAAP. It'll all be over tomorrow."

Through the distortion he could understand that his brother was comforting and caring for him. It was the most emotion he had really shown towards him the whole time he'd be there. Plus, like Arlo said, his head would be attached to his body again by tomorrow.

Andy couldn't stop smiling. That might have been the weed making his head spin around the room. It felt nice either way.

---

The more Andy warmed up to his brother, the more often days ended like that. In one way or another. They were closer than ever. They no longer fought, but Andy didn't push him as hard either. He felt bad pushing him too much... it always ended up with a fight and more stress, and how could that possibly be helping?

It was also easy to lose track of time. Easier to give in to cravings with junk always available. He forgot about his disciplines slowly but surely, until he was only a more put together facsimile of Arlo. Though that whittled away too, as his slobbish tendencies grew and he picked more things up from his brother.

It was bound to happen.

It was impossible to escape.

Arlo was getting worse, and so was Andy. Daily. Weekly. Monthly. Forever. He'd slipped enough to make a habit of smoking again, but that wasn't the worst vice he indulged in alongside his brother. The mind-numbing channel surfing, the screen-casted tiktok thirst traps, the mountain of artery-clogging fast food they consumed daily... the worst part was the fact that Andy was enjoying it. A lot. He couldn't stop getting high and he couldn't stop stuffing himself. He had never gained weight this fast in his life: every meal stretched his stomach, grew his capacity, and made him greedier for more. He reasoned that as long as he wasn't as big as Arlo, it was okay.

In reality he'd basically polymorphed into his younger brother. His beard grew much faster than Andy's and he hadn't cut it, same with his greasy hair. His midsection was bloated with salt and even when it wasn't it was bigger than it had ever been in his life. His fingernails were dirty with resin. He'd blown up so many sizes he'd graduated into Arlo's old clothes.

"Wanna smoke again, bro?"

They shared the same glassy eyed look at the TV. What was one tolerance shredding dab going to do? He was already in too deep. He took the piece and ripped it like a pro, never taking his eyes off the tiktok thot his brother was obsessed with.

"I've followed her onlyfans, PRRFFTTT, like, since she made it," he said like it was an accomplishment. "She even shouted me out for like, bRRRAP, donating. Talking all sexy and flashing her titties."

"SHE shouted YOU out?"

"Yah, bro, I'm like her highest dono," he giggled at that, smoke oozing from his mouth. "And her highest sperm dono..."

Andy mindlessly rubbed the ice cold can of coke across his sensitive nipple. It was hard to think... and every time he noticed how hard it was to think his mind would drift to how hard he was. His thoughts thickened quicker than he had.

"She... she shouted you out...? For donating money?" He said his words like they were too thick.

"That's her job, dude, to like, get us off."

"Why am I so horny?" He thought, but wondered if he said it aloud.

"Yeah bruh, it's lit," Arlo said, winking.

Andy had never been into the whole scene. Okay, yeah, old playboys and stuff when he was younger, maybe some old school DVDs. When he really became successful he just didn't have time for it. He had real sexual encounters with real women that had real interest in him.

This still felt kind of real. He looked on at the TV, the only thing that made a lot of sense in his clouded head, and felt his shorts tent more.

"Dayummm she thick!" A glint of self recognition; he sounded just like Arlo. Then Ms. Tiktokverse bent over and he was thinking with the other head again.

"Facts bro... Don't worry, I'll leave you two alone. I got her snapchat so I've seen every sfw angle like a million times."

His brother scooted a lotion closer to him and waddled back to his room, farts and moans leaking out of him every other step. Andy could see his grimy tented shorts too, and knew his brother would be busy for an hour or two.

Andy watched the livestream, ignoring the thousands of comments pouring in. Months ago he wouldn't have believed he'd ever sink this low, yet here he was, ogling some girl that didn't even know his name, doing the most sex-adjacent things she could on a PG site.

"Heyyy Arlo, thanks for the donation, sweetheart.This one is for Arlo's brother...Hey, Andy!"

Correction, she did know his name. He eyed the comments that joked about his inceldom, needing his brother to get this girl's attention for him, but quickly went back to ogling. He reached down into his shorts he'd outgrown, but his arm was too fat to fit comfortably. He settled for sliding them down slightly and exposing his growing fatpad.

"Mmm, Andy, I hope you're enjoying every minute of this~"

She winked and smiled, before saying she needed to end the show because there weren't enough donations. With the screen blank, the reality of what he was doing hit him, even with his weed addled brain.

"What the hell am I doing?" He asked aloud, as if God himself might answer. There was no answer though. The only sound he could hear was his pounding heartbeat and the videos his brother blasted at all hours of the night. "Tomorrow... I'll fix this tomorrow."

Tomorrow he could start again, buy a handful of garbage bags, and cleaning supplies, and recruit Arlo into his own rehabilitation. Get his shit together and stop having fun. Since when do businessmen have juvenile fun like this? Never. He needed to get back to Vermont. He would finally be able to get back to work.

Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. His business!

Fuck, how many weeks had passed in this fever dream? He hadn't looked at his work email in ages. After a few failed password attempts, he opened the minimalist mail app, which overflowed with hundreds of emails from clients and coworkers alike. Probing about his return, wondering if he and his family were okay, curious if he'd quietly quit his prolific position. His fat fingers danced on the keys, brain working overtime to try and make an intelligent reply. Nothing came out except a run-on sentence filled with "bro" and "dude". Shit.

He closed the app without sending a single reply.

Tomorrow, he would try again.

---

Oh no. His heart pounded as he shifted on the couch as fast as he could, which wasn't fast at all.

"FRRRAAAP, nnyah."

He wiggled, wobbled, and rocked side to side, resembling nothing more than a bowl of pudding.

"Shiiit, BRRAAAAAP, URRP, nngh nnnnghhh,"

He couldn't fucking reach. He tried so hard but couldn't fight the weight of his fat long enough to do anything.

He looked at his phone with unfocused eyes and forgot what he was doing, but still trying to satisfy the twitching between his thighs. He let out another nasty burp that made him twitch harder.

He looked over at his brother who was groaning in hedonistic joy. Although he was censoring himself with his excess flab, Andy could still hear the buzzing of the toy underneath. His moobs jiggled in sync with the rocking motion he made and Andy wished that was him instead.

"Alexa, can you, like, BRRAPunghhh, order a vibrator?"

"I have found multiple orders in your previous history-"

"Order it!" He barked, trying to reach once more and finding himself red faced and spent.

Blinking blankly at his phone screen again, he suddenly remembered what he needed. He opened Twitter and scrolled more and more. He felt so brainfried, jaw hanging low and staring at flashing gifs. His eyes were too unfocused to read captions anymore, but he needed more.

"BroooAAAPPPP, we should order Doordash... Like a lottafuckingfoooooodnnnngh!"

It was half request and half orgasm. Andy's neck burned hot with desire and jealousy, then anger as the vibe kept purring.

"Dude, take that thing out, burrp, it's distracting as fuck."

"Dude, I can't fucking BRRAP reach it anymore, nyeheheh."

Andy twitched some more, feeling so close to the edge mentally. He wanted that so bad. Constant pleasure. He was so addicted to chasing dopamine. No more natural happiness like sunlight and exercise. Only artificial substitutes like smoking, gorging, and watching pretty girls do disgusting things on Twitter. What happened to him, and so quickly? He felt a pang of fear in the back of his mind but quieted it down with a big fat cloud.

This was the life he was meant to live.

Maybe Arlo had been right all along.

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[cherryxcadbury]

Hello, soo I thought on one with Jude in which your older than him (22) and you start to receive hate and people calling you cougar and he acts very mature with you.

You & I, Always

“This is fuckin’ ridiculous.” You grumbled, running a hand through your luscious locks.

You scoffed at the Instagram dm you’d received from a fanpage of his.

What the fuck is wrong with you. He’s a newly turned adult and you’re a grown woman. Get a guy your own age you cougar 🙄

This was just one of the many messages like this you’d been receiving for the past three days. You’d been dating Jude since the end of July 2021, the two of you’d gone public in November. At that time, most people adored you two. They thought your relationship was so sweet and adorable. With the exception of the occasional jealous fan girl.

However, recently, Jude’s fans had managed to find out how old you were, and well, let’s just say they weren’t happy. After realising there was a four year age different between the two of you, they went at you hard.

You were accused of being a cougar, grooming him, using a younger guy for his looks and money etc.

The hate didn’t make you cry but you sure as hell were pissed off that you didn’t do anything wrong.

“Jesus. They need to chill out.” You sighed as you read another message.

HE IS 20. WE KNOW YOU GROOMED HIM.

“Right how the hell could you groom him if you met him after he turned 18?” You best friend Zara shook her head as she read the message.

“Okay bro I get they care about Jude and all a lot but they gotta calm down.” Zara mumbled.

“Zara. I didn’t do anything wrong. Did I? Is he too young for me?” You began to doubt the certainty that there was nothing wrong with you dating Jude.

“Uh hell no! There’s no such thing as to yo—actually there is. However, Jude‘s 20 and only like two years younger. The people sending you these messages are just jealous twelve year old simps, nothing to worry about love.” Zara comforted. You nodded numbly. “I gotta go for dinner. Jude will be home any minute know. I’ll see you later Zara.” You hugged your friend goodbye.

“Bye Y/N. Remember love, don’t let it get to you.” She whispered into your ear.

Begrudgingly, you left Zara’s apartment and started on your journey back to Jude’s which in honesty, was not very far.

You put your AirPods in, turned up some Taylor Swift and made your way to the underground station. Just a few stops to go, then you’d be home. Humming along to Welcome To New York, you felt all of your worries had gone away. The people who insulted you on social media were just silly and jealous.

Wow, Taylor Swift really could make all of your problems go away.

You were about one stop away when you realised two girls across from you were frantically whispering. They looked about your age, maybe 20/21.

They spoke quickly and in a hushed manner. But not quiet enough, because you could understand them perfectly fine. The girls spoke in German, which they probably assumed you did not understand.

“Yeah that’s the girl. The one who’s dating Jude.” The raven haired mumbled, eyeing you up and down.

“Ah. She’s pretty.” The other one, a redhead responded.

“Yeah. But she’s like 22.” The other girl shot back.

“What? But he’s like 3 years younger than her.” The redhead’s distaste for you was growing quickly.

“Hmm. Jude needs a girl his own age.” Raven hair clicked her tongue.

“Definitely. This girl’s probably a cougar.” Redhead scrutinised the way you looked.

You felt tears quickly coming to your eyes. You looked down in embarrassment. This was mortifying. Thankfully, before you had to listen to anymore, your stop was here. You bolted out before anyone else could insult you.

Luckily, Jude’s apartment was not far from this stop. About a block. You sped walked all the way to the building and dashed in. The lobby man had grown quite accustomed to your visits and smiled as you walked straight to the elevator.

You clicked the top floor and were at Jude’s in no time. Inserting the key, you quickly unlocked the door, put your stuff down, and shut it.

By now your face had grown rosy, giving you a child like look. It was very apparent that you’d been crying the little makeup you had on was smudged. You tried very hard to clean yourself up before seeing Jude, who was lying on the sofa, playing FIFA in the sitting room.

Upon hearing your footsteps, he turned his head.

“Afternoon love dinn-Hey! What’s wrong?” He asked you, seeing your tear stained cheeks.

He immediately dropped his controller and went straight to you. Jude wrapped his arms around your waist and you compensated by wrapping yours around his neck. He hugged you tight as you cried into his chest.

“What’s wrong love.” Jude whispered, caressing your hair.

You sniffled quietly.

“It’s nothing really, just a bit emotional today.”

“If something’s got you crying, I want to know who or what it was.” Jude said sternly.

You wiped your face again.

“Just when I was with Zara, my phone started buzzing. Been getting some hateful Instagram dms about our age different and whatnot. How I apparently groomed you. Then on the way here, two girls were across from me on the train. They were speaking in German and saying the exact same things. Saying how disgusting it was.” You explained.

Jude’s stern look immediately melted to an apologetic one.

“I’m sorry love. This is all my fault. You don’t deserve any of this. They’re just jealous of how perfect you are.” He kissed your forehead.

“I’m sorry for crying.” You mumbled.

“Don’t ever ever be sorry for that.” Jude spoke, resting his forehead on yours.

“I made pasta bolognese, your favourite. Let’s go eat, yeah?” Jude suggested, linking his hand with yours.

You were so so lucky.

*** Jude had already fallen asleep next to you in the bed. His arms were wrapped around your waist, as he rested his head on your chest as he slept.

You had just finished reading the chapter of your book for the night. Sighing, you put it down and turned off the light before checking Instagram one last time. Your lips immediately curved into a smile upon seeing the first post that popped up on your timeline. @judebellingham

Liked by @masonmount, @jadonsancho and 678,261 others @judebellingham: my girl, forever & always♾️

Tagged: @y/f/n.y/l/n22

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@gioreyna: cuties 😍

@trentarnold66: soon to be best couple in Liverpool 🤩

@liliagonzalooo: my fave couple ever 🤩

@zaraaa8: u did good bellingham

@erlinghaaland: Jude’s a lucky guy.

You turned over and glanced at your sleeping boyfriend.

“Thank you Jude.”

confession time, this is so old it might be from 2021.

[winterchimez]

things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

hi anonie!! it’s been a while since i’ve done tag games like this so LETS GAUR 🤩

im doing for the ones that i talk to most often ✨

@from-izzy my soulmate 🤞🏻(who clearly SHOULD be living in my city instead), sunricyeon!!, ✌🏻level-headed and ☝🏻dum-dum, purple 💜, bunnies 🐰, raccoons 🦝, in constant denial of her love life 😒, long calls & video calls, SAUR, music 🎶, “ALLY HELP ME 🥺”, fellow believer in God, concerts, has 19374848 plans to meet up but our studies/job preventing us to do so 😞 (but we will beat them and meet irl someday SOON BCS I MANIFEST)

@sungbeam my precious lil 妹妹 🫶🏻, blue 🩵, “hear me out….but another changmin potential wip/plot 🤡”, photocards, that wet tree rat pc, if talent was a person its her, care packages 📦, fellow introverts ✌🏻, the one who convinced me to purchase my sony headphones while we were videocalling in the store 🥹, my sleep paralysis demon, “ALLY JIEJIE”, my cutie wookie little sis 😔💗, but also goes 😐 whenever i talk abt sangyeon 🙄

@aimeecarreros the unhinged and wild one in the b*****, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, twerking ✨, the best gif maker ever 😤, “so elena…pretty pwease can you gif this for moi 🥺”, BBANGJU 👅, “CORREQUE ✌🏻”, insanely hilarious and unhinged memes and text messages 24/7, the moodmaker of the group, “haysss *inserts stripping meme*”, teasing me 24/7 🙄, pinterest, fashion 😍, bridal dresses 🤍

@snowflakewhispers the SAVAGE, maknae and the demon (lovingly) in the b*****, teasing me is her everyday job atp 🙄🙄🙄, mrs jacob bae, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, spitting fire 24/7 🔥, matching sony headphones 🤍, matching macbook colours 🩶, psych & kids 💗, the sunwoo to my eric, apparently is in a messed up relationship/situationship with someone who shall not be named 🦝, the moot who lives the closest to where i am 🥹 (so faster get your ass back here after uni ends)

@daisyvisions the unnie of the b*****, NAUR, that iconic zoom selfie 😌✨, constantly being distracted at work bcs of ✨unholy thoughts✨, podcast 🎧, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, also joined in on the fun with elena & ophelia on teasing moi 😔, jerry lee 🤤, doggo 🐶, newnudeshot 😏📸, photoism 🎞️, spongebob memes, BIG SEXC BRAIN 🧠, late night talks while working, always judging me for some reason 🙃

@justalildumpling my dongsaeng 👧🏻, sunricyeon!!, black 🖤, ptsd from windows turning from black to bright blue, “pull a j” aka doing and leaving assignments till the very last minute 😁, “guys…..”, “yall…..”, a simp 🤓, attracted to red flags men (but not anymore 😚), FOODIE CHINGUS, malatang, “guys….can we just call for like 20 mins max…i promise it won’t take long” = a 6-7hours call, late night (or early mornings) video calls, SHE IS A BEAUTY AN ICON AND SHE IS THE MOMENT 😍

@ethereal-engene my long-lost best friend 🥹, JU HAKNYEON 🍊, anime!!, men in glasses 🔛🔝, fellow chinese friend ❤️, cny 🧧, lion dances 🦁, WOOZI (ESP IN LONG HAIR 😩😩😩), matching hakkie pottery pcs 🤍, wips brainstorming ✍️, another cutie lil 妹妹 🥺, arms….and pecs 🤓, editing 👩‍💻, convos abt our studies/work life 💗

@kimsohn kim sunwoo, pinterest, “maya….i had a dream abt sangyeon….”, “oh!”, anime!!, that smiling and then speechless meme, sangyeon drenching himself in water 😀, “so when are you gonna write this”, sunric sluts, tbosas, coriolanus snow, always talking abt being on writers block with one another but eventually gets things done (and sometimes its long af), being caring 🥺, food!!

@quaissants 1/2 of my gremlins 👹, sends me lip gloss sangyeon 24/7, my twinnie 🤞🏻, same birthday & mbti 💗, speaks in such a soft manner like hello 🥺, genshin impact!!, ragnvindr bros ❤️💙, childe 🤓, angsty angst ❤️‍🩹, constantly looking out for me 🥹, men 😃, “i have selective reading”

@sanaxo-o another 1/2 of my gremlins 👹, unhinged as a person, sabrina carpenter 💗, flirty af but then i dont return the favour 😄, sends me sangyeon content 24/7, a great listener and gives me comfort, always checking up on others, ✌🏻level-headed and ☝🏻dum-dum, “LET ME BETA YOUR FICS”, pinterest, “Als”

@stealanity my unnie 🥺💗, always looking out for everyone, the big sister of the net, amazing as a person (i admire you loads), moodboards 😍, aesthetics ✨, a field of flowers 🌹🪻🌸🌺, brave (never afraid to speak up!!), i miss you sm unnie always 🫶🏻, calls me a cutie 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

@cloverdaisies CLO MY LOVE 💚, great britian 🇬🇧, fish & chips, “you have no rights ally ive revoked them”, “you dont love me anymore 🥺” aka clo’s way of making me feel guilty that i couldn’t visit her when i was back in EU (IT WILL HAPPEN ONE DAY I SWEAR I WILL BE BACK 😤😤😤), writing fics for one another 💗, STRONG ASS WOMAN 💪 (who juggles between work and uni all on her own 🥹🫂), “there’s a rat in my apartment”, phone & video calls (which we havent done in a while and we should again!!)

@juyeonszn my fawnie my bubba 🥹, coffee ☕️, zeneration livestream 🙌🏻, crying tgt, unboxing albums ✨, pcs collection, puppies 🐶, anime!!, big sexc brain 🧠, sunric sluts, INSANE MAKEUP LOOKS 😩, delulu is the solulu ✨, education 📚, never-ending talks on dc (which we haven’t done in a while i miss you loads 🥺), my fellow dancer 💃, if cutie was a person its fawnie 💗

@itsbeeble my pookie 🫶🏻, kim sunwoo, another big sexc brain 🧠, taylor swift 💛, eras tour ✨, “ALLY GO TO SLEEP”, eric sohn, ateez & svt!!, memes 24/7, exposing each other’s asses 😄, biker sunwoo 😩, delulu is the solulu ✨, another coffee buddy ☕️, talks abt uni/work life, always bouncing off ideas with one another

[the1975attheirverybest]

When you have time and only if you're up for it could we maybe have a blurb where gf comes back from a night out with her friends and Matty he's waiting for her because maybe there's some drama going around and he wants to hear the gossip and she's like "I don't want to bore you with this" and he goes like: I literally asked, this is better than any TV show.

But only if you feel up for it, totally fine if you aren't

💕

“Oh, honey I’m hooommeee” she announced, a bit buzzed on the drinks she’d sipped on all night.

“Hello, my darling.” Matty rushed to the entryway to greet her with his kisses, hugs, and a few playful tickles. He loved the sound of her flustered laughter when she would try to slither away from his tickle attacks. “You taste….like gin.” He laughed. “So…I guess someone’s had a fun night.”

“Hmm” she snippy hummed, leaning on him to kick off her shoes.

“Wait, what’s that supposed to mean? You, didn’t have a fun night?” Matty raised an eyebrow, watching her expectantly.

“I had…a night.” She shrugged. “Want some food? Cuz I realllyyy want some pasta.”

“Baby, it’s almost midnight. Also, I’m gonna need clarification. What happened?”

“But, don’t you want some- some Parmesan? Some butter? All hot and melted together on some- some-“

“The word you’re looking for is ‘Pasta’” he laughed.

“No, genius! I know. But what’s the best kind of pasta to make buttered noodles with?” She rushed into the kitchen, aiming for the pantry.

“Literally noodles.” Matty, still in the hallway, said to no one in particular. “Okay, okay,” I don’t trust you with a stove. You seem a bit drunk.” He finally caught up to her, prying the box of pasta out of her hands. “You, go sot over there, and I’ll make the pasta.”

Matty flicked the kettle on, leaning against the counter as he waited for the water to boil. “So, tell me about your night…”

“Well, it was kind of dramatic, actually.”

Matty’s face lit up at the news. “Oh, yeah? Do tell…”

“Okay, so, you know how I told you that you couldn’t come tonight cuz it was just gonna be a girls night?”

“Yeah! You girls wanted to hang out and try to talk things out after the whole Camilla-Emily fiasco.”

The fact that he remembered the minute details of her inner circle made her giggle. “Yeah, exactly, so guess who showed up with her boyfriend?”

Matty covered his mouth with his hand “oh, Camilla, why??!”

“Obviously, that didn’t go over very well with Emily. You know, ever since the thing with the handbag and all.”

Matty turned around to grab a pot and fill it with boiling water, keeping his listening ears on. “Mhm…go on. What happened next?” He added a little salt to the water before dumping the pasta in and turning the stove on.

"Emily spent the first half of the night giving her the cold shoulder. Like, literally pretending she doesn’t exist. At one point, Emily bought a round of drinks for the whole table EXCEPT Camilla.”

Matty gasped dramatically. “Bro! That’s mean. Even if Camilla did deserve it a bit.” He sliced some butter in preparation for the pasta to cook.

“I- sorry, this is boring isn’t it? I haven’t even asked about you you yet. How’ve you been? How was your day?”

Matty shook his head, opening the fridge door and fishing out some Parmesan to grate over their pasta bowls. “Are you kidding me? I’ve been waiting for you all to hang out again so I could get the tea. I need to know what happened! Better than whatever nonsense is on TV these days.”He pulled out two forks from the silverware drawer and carried their bowls over to her, one in each hand.

“Extra, extra cheese one’s for you.” He slid the bowl across the table.

“You know what I’ve been thinking? Maggie had to have told Camilla what Emily said about her boyfriend. That’s the only reason she’d bring him tonight…”

[ryujinstarr]

my feelings for you

my feelings for you

pairing: childhood best friend!woonhak x female!reader

genre: fluff, highschool!au, best friends to lovers

word count: 549

Part 1- Seriously? Failing? 

Early in the morning I get a call “Bro who’s calling me right now” I roll over my bed to grab my phone from my nightstand 

“Hello” I say in a tired voice “MOON NARI WHERE ARE YOU” “Woahh calm down woonhak” I say in a whisper “nari classes in 20 minutes” “WHATT” I jump out of bed and throw my uniform on 

Most mornings were like this, woonhak coming to my house to get me or calling me to wake me up for classes, we’ve been friends since forever. my mom keeps telling me how he’s the only kid I would let around me in kindergarten and how I would yell at any other kid who would try and talk to me 

Once I get to school I go to our meeting spot “nari we’re going to be late” woonhak said rushing towards me to grab my wrist “calm down we’re late all the time” I say rolling my eyes “correction YOURE late all the time” I pull my arm away from him as we walk in the school. When we get to the classroom we try to sneak behind my teacher to ours sits “why are you guys late” my teacher says making us turn around “it was my fault Mrs Kim” “actually nari can I talk to you outside” I roll my eyes and follow her outside the classroom 

“how come you’re always late, this is the 10th time this month” I just shrugged “you don’t need to be wasting class time you’re already failing” “i know, you don’t need to remind me” she opened the door and went inside as I followed behind 

After class was over woonhak came rushing over to me “so what did Mrs Kim say this time” pushing my shoulder “same as always, how I’m failing her class” 

Woonhak was one of the top students in the school, one of the reasons why my parents let me hang out with him so much. Hoping that maybe he would influence me to pull my grades up. 

“I keep telling you if you need help with the work just ask me, I would give you the answers” he said taking a sit on a bench “nahh I rather not” I said as I took a sit next to him 

We sat in silence for a while until I remembered something I forgot to tell him “ohh woon I forgot to tell you, my parents actually went insane this time” I reached my hand out to pick him up “oh what did they do this time” he took my hand and we started to walk home. 

Most of school days are like this. Other than woonhak I have one other friend, well had. She decided she was “too cool” for me and stopped talking to me in 7th grade. I don’t miss her, well I try not too.  After we stopped being friends. It only brought me and woonhak closer together. 

When we reached my house woonhak walked me to the door “are you sure don’t wanna come over, my parents won’t even notice you” he laughed “I cant, I have to pick up my little sister” “ohhh tell her I said hi” I said walking into my house “okay bye nari” “bye woon” 

Taglist🏷️ (open) @kissablening @nicholasluvbot

Lili’s note🧸: how are we liking this so far😭

[danielle-dna]

To Date or Not to Date - 6

Staring at my phone, I kept pondering the same question: should I call him? It has been a few days since the shag of my life and I found myself very intrigued by the handsome man. How is it humanly possible that I am this attracted to a man whose face I haven't even seen?

Fuck, it. Beeeep. Beeeeep. "Ello?" Shit, now what? I stood frozen for a few seconds, before the second hello, laced with that Manchester accent threw me out of my trance. "Hi. Hello. Good morning." Nice one, dumbass.

"Who is this?" Oh damn it to hell. "Well I don't know, Simon, how many nurses have you slept with in the last few days?" Silence. And then a light chuckle. "Good morning to you too, love." He remembered me. "So, what are you up to, ghostie?" I playfully asked.

"Ghostie? Where did you pulled that 'one out of?" His voice was full of curiosity. "What can I say, you are like a friendly ghost. Very friendly." I heard an amused grunt on the other side of the line. "So, you busy today, Simon?"

After a short pause, we made plans. I will meet him at his apartment. I didn't think if it would be safe for me to tell him where exactly I live, so his flat was the next best thing. I mean, I shagged the man. Surely it would be safe, right?

Every once in a while, a woman utters the impossible sentence: I have nothing to wear. Despite having a wardrobe bursting with clothes. I had a slightly different problem, as I did not hoard clothes, however I had almost no sexy clothing to wear. So I settled for a nice pair of light jeans that hugged my hips nicely, a tight white t-shirt with a small Metallica logo, white platform heels and gold hoop earrings.

Growing up, I was always told that boys like "natural girls". I was never one to care. Outside of work (I can't be bothered at 6am) I cake my face in all kinds of makeup looks. Glancing at my makeup collection, I decided for a classic 90s glam look. If he doesn't like me with makeup, it's his loss.

After twirling in front of the mirror, I decided that there is no way back. I headed out the door and walked to the nearest bus stop. Is this a good idea? You don't even know him. My heart was beating against my ribcage. And it went Simon, Simon, Simon.

When I exited the bus, I was pleasantly surprised that his flat was in quite nice part of the city. Being a little unfamiliar with the streets, I looked around and started walking where all the big buildings were. Soon I found it.

23, 24, ....25! I rang the number 25 and waited for the answer. What do I even say? Hi, it's the two night stand? "Yeah?" I could recognise the rough voice anywhere. "Hey...its me."

Bzzzzzzt.

The door opened and I entered the lobby. It looked clean, tidy and overall quite expensive. I could only imagine what his flat looked like. The building even had elevators. Thankfully, it was labelled which flats are on which floor.

25. This was the number on the door. I was standing in front of it for a minute. What if he is a serial killer? What if he deals with human trafficking. What if he is a finance bro? What if he wears Crocs?

Finally I was about to knock when I heard a loud "Bloody fucking hell!"

[lizajane2]

Outer banks 1x02

"Maybe you should get better friends."

"Maybe you should get a better boyfriend."

"Like one who doesn't poach?" Uh, how about one that doesn't threaten to drown JB and almost kills said person and doesn't feel guilty about it. How about that Sarah?

JB and JJ have the best friendship. I live for them as the powerhouse duo of this whole show. Like the couples are just kinda meh but the bond JB and JJ have is just amazing. The two of them just bounce off each other. Like their crazy matches each other and it's just pure chaos.

"Bro had a semi-automatic to your head." "That's what I'm saying. It's insane." You all should really think about why... you dipshits. How entitled can you be?

Unpopular opinion: I don't like Rafe that much. His sister could possibly die from falling into the water that's been electrified and his reaction is to assume that she will rather than give a shit. Like what? Red flag. At first, I thought he was just being an asshole of a brother. NOT.

Wheezie has a big mouth... although Topper had reason to worry. Can't blame him for that.

JJ's hands make my hand kink worse than it already is. Like all he's doing is smoking a vape and I'm like "choke me."

"I was under duress." The way his voice cracks. LMFAO!!

"Now you don't have the gun the one time we need the gun?" Kie either you let him keep the fucking weapon or you don't. Fucking CHOOSE.

"JJ loves the rooster", a few minutes later he snaps its neck... that's depressing.

The gaslighting from Topper is strong with this one. "I'm sorry that uh.. That I had a gun pointed at my head. Do you know how that feels?!" He almost murdered someone, fucking dumbass! HELLO?! "I deserve that." Not what she said at all, and he wasn't gonna stop so... "I'm just trying to protect you." and right back around to making her sound crazy "I don't think you're getting it though." Then flips to making her feel guilty about the whole situation like it's her fault, "I'm sorry I just care about you."

John B kisses Kiara, but she's confused and thrown by the whole thing meanwhile:

Me: "What? I'm confused that you're confused that he'd kiss you. We're all confused at your confusion."

You know, I'm gonna admit that I liked Ward in the first and second episodes. He made himself seem like a decent person, a family man and worked hard. How wrong I was.

I'm surprised that high of a voltage didn't knock him unconscious.

And after the kiss, Kie's in a weird fucking mood. She sounds even a little agitated and avoids JB like the plague even though she said that she didn't mind. I'm a woman and I don't even fucking understand what she's doing!!

"Let's stay friends, Even though I've been crushing on you since the first episode." Oh my god, what is this? The 1st grade?

Like I love Kie but girl, what the fuck?

JJ is all chaos, all the time. Who the hell barks at snakes?

[ajacesap]

Happy Birthday, BROTHER!

“Hello!” Travis answered the phone, seeing it was his brother.

“Hey bro! how’s it going? I know it’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to call.” JD exclaimed, missing his brother the moment he heard his voice.

“I know you and Anthony have been busy getting the tavern up and running, and you know me and Kass will make our way out soon!” JD couldn’t help but smile hearing him, and their sis would make it out soon. “Well, it might be sooner than you think!” “Oh yeah?” Travis asked, hearing the excitement in JD’s voice. “You know Anthony’s big three OH is coming up and his buddy Nate reached out. He had an idea of heading out to Vegas.”

“I’m down! And I’m sure Kass is down as well.” Travis exclaimed, not letting JD finish his train of thought. “Nate wants it to be a surprise which I don’t know how we’re going to do that, but we’ll figure it out. I’ll let Nate know we’re all down to go, and with his birthday falling on a Saturday I think it’ll be the perfect weekend.” Travis agreed and the two sat there in silence for a moment. “I can’t believe our baby brother is going to be thirty already.” Travis was in awe at the man Anthony was becoming as JD agreed with his older brother with the two of them feeling old. “I’ll go ahead and plan it with Nate, and we can let it be a surprise that you and Kass are coming. I’ll go ahead and keep you up to date!”

“Thanks bro, and this is going to be fun!” the two talked a bit more, catching up as JD told Travis everything him and Anthony had been up to as it sounded like the two were having a great time out in New Orleans. Agreeing him and Kass needed to make their way out to Nola. After catching up the two said their goodbye’s as they were both excited to celebrate their brother’s thirtieth as JD immediately called Nate after hanging up with his brother and the two started planning. 

Waking up in Vegas Anthony couldn’t believe JD and Nate pulled off surprising him with a trip to Vegas. Las Vegas had been one place Anthony had always wanted to go and with the plans falling apart for his twenty-first birthday this was the next best thing. Opening the curtains Anthony couldn’t help but take in the view. The Las Vegas Strip was incredible and looked even better during the day as it did at night. He had always wanted to stay at the Luxor and couldn’t believe his brother had made it possible. 

“This is going to be the best birthday I’ve had so far.” Anthony said under his breath as he couldn’t help but smile. Hearing a knock at his door JD walked in, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER!”.  Anthony couldn’t help but hug his brother, thankful for what he had done for him. “Is Nate still in his room?” JD asked as Anthony looked at his phone, seeing if he had a text or missed call from Nate. Nothing yet which didn’t surprise him as he knew how much Nate enjoyed sleeping. 

Hearing another knock, Anthony made his way to the front door, figuring it was Nate. Anthony couldn’t help but be surprised. “Happy Birthday brother!” Travis and Kassandra said together as the two walked in, giving Anthony a hug and then making their way to JD. Anthony couldn’t help but give JD a look as the expression said thank you. “I’m so glad you two were able to make it out! This is going to be the best birthday by far.” Anthony looked at his siblings and couldn’t help but feel thankful and glad to see each one of them on his special day. “Thank you, guys, for everything you’ve done for me these past years.” They all stood there for a moment taking it all in as Anthony’s phone received a text message which broke up the silence.

On my way, I should be there in about ten minutes. Anthony read the text message from Nate, informing his siblings. “Well then! Let’s get this party started!” JD exclaimed as they made their way to the lobby to meet Nate and let the festivities begin.      

[phantom-ellie]

Room People

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Prompt: Lazy Sunday

Summary:  Frenchie and Wee John have an amazing idea to get a business investment from Stede.

Modern AU: The Vacation, an OFMD SMAU by @honeybeesboy. Ok, it's been a hot minute since I read this, and this entire chapter hinges on the fact that Frenchie and Wee John had a company called Room People in the SMAU.

"You're scrolling Twitter when the screen changes on your phone. Fuck, you accidentally clicked on an ad. There goes the algorithm. You go to click out of it but fumble the phone as a beat begins to play. It's an ad for Room People."

Frenchie: Lazy Sunday, wake up in the late afternoon. Call my bro Wee John just to see how he's doin'. Wee John: Hello? Frenchie: What up, partner? Wee John: Yo Frenchie, what's crackin'? Frenchie: You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'? Both: ROOM PEOPLE! Frenchie: Man, it's happenin'.

"You think to yourself, man, this must be in violation of all sorts of copyright laws. Who are these cool dudes who are so smooth when in violation of the law?"

Wee John: But first I'm feeling hunger pangs, I gotta stuff my face. Frenchie: While you're mackin' on those cupcakes check out our new User Interface. Wee John: Its bomb user-friendly style can't be beat. Frenchie: I love this UI more than Lucius loves Pete! Both: They're polyamorous! Frenchie: And our diversity of housing options are shocking and glamorous! Wee John: Yo where you wanna travel? Frenchie: Upper West Side, mate! Wee John: Let's pull up the Room People app to find the best rate! Frenchie: I prefer a penthouse. Wee John: A room with a view? Frenchie: I thought that book was boring! Wee John: True dat. Both: Double true!

"You look back and forth at your wealthy abode. You're sitting on millions of dollars here. You've been looking for an investment. But before you can think about this any further, you're drawn back to this amazing ad."

Frenchie: I've found someone to swap with! Wee John: Click on it, sucker! Frenchie: That was easy, what do now? Wee John: Snack attack motherfucker!

Both: Be sure to reefer (what?) friends to Room People! Yes to reefer (what?) friends to Room People! We love to reefer (what?) friends to Room People! You need to reefer (what?) friends to Room People!

Stede hits the pause button on the video and gives Frenchie and Wee John a look.

Frenchie puts his hands up. "What?"

"There's a lot going on here. Did you get permission from SNL to parody their video? Do you really need to put references to cannabis in this ad? It doesn't really sell me on the-"

"Come on, Stede! Not everyone is a stuffy old British dude like you! They'll think it's cool!" Frenchie and Wee John give each other a high-five.

Stede sighs. "Honestly, I was going to invest in Room people before you showed me the ad, but now I don't know..."

"Aw, come on, mate. That shit is hilarious. They worked so hard on it!" Ed gestures towards the laptop.

Frenchie and Wee John adopt their best attempt at puppy-dog-eyes.

Stede sighs. "Well, I suppose it's only right to invest in the local economy..."

"Yes!" Wee John and Frenchie high-five each other. Ed raises his hand to high-five as well but the others aren't looking at him, so he awkwardly grab's Stede's hand instead.

Suddenly, Frenchie turns his attention back to the laptop. "Stede, man, you haven't even seen the second half yet-"

"Uh, I think it's better if I, don't? I mean, I trust you." Stede gives Ed a look. Ed tries to return the look, but honestly, at this point he just wants the other guys gone so he can jump Stede's bones.

Stede must be reading Ed's mind, because he gets up to usher Frenchie and Wee John from the house with more promises of future investments in Room People.

"Stede, man, don't forget to reefer all your friends!" Ed chuckles.

Stede sighs and walks over to the liquor cabinet. "It's an expensive brandy sort of night, I can tell."

Soon Ed and Stede are doing what they do most passionately, and if each one is secretly grinding to the rhythm of that shitty add, they don't admit it to each other.

[ofhal1]

imessage → bro ( alek )

hal: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/81/f7/3d/81f73db153163399c8efc6f73f0741dc.jpg

hal: let's get one

[omenics]

ive had this idea.. say that mc is extremely good at spell drive like has amazing technique and power (almost on par with malleus) but since they’re in ramshackle, crowley let’s them pick which dorm they want to represent. how would the dorm leaders try and appeal and try to get you on their team? this can be any dorm leaders you want!! ty!

[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 , leona, kalim, jamil, azul.

› ..[name] aka the best student in the school loses 90 years off of their life <3 gn reader. — this is so cool! tysm for the request

LEONA.

yk damn well he’d want you on his team

the second he hears that (honestly probably from grim or crowley or whatever) that ur close to malleus’ level?? bros hatching a plan already

said plan is going up to you and forcing asking you to be on savanaclaw’s team, dw he will ask nicely (spoiler he wont)

bro would probably be too scary to say no to. tbh im speaking from myself but he would just scare you into playing smh like hello leona be nice ;(

honestly hed probably just make ruggie ask and since its someone who isnt leona u’d say yes bc its not leona 😊 so u join either because of intimidation or just someone asking who isnt the dorm leader

KALIM, JAMIL.

tbh i think it wouldve been jamil’s idea

or just the dorm collectively agreeing that they’d have a chance to win

oh [name] is on par with malleus?? guess we have a new teammate 😊 not only for that tho dw theyre probably the only ones that actually like you

anyways it would be mean to say no to kalim hence why he asked. personally. this was all jamil’s plan bc he knows no one can say no to him because why would u hurt his feelings?????? thats just mean [name] 😐

god i sound like im babying him but i am not. in general no i dont wanna make him disappointed okay i would feel too guilty so you would be too

in conclusion youd join bc no one wants the best twst character to be disappointed 😪

AZUL.

i forgot if their dorm competes LMAO

but anyways in this they do and by the minute youre done talking youre playing with octavinelle bc theres no way hes not convincing you

mf is standing behind you with jade and floyd after they overhear ‘powerful’ and ‘choose’

i dont even know how but its probably just the shadiest bet sugarcoated in a way you absolutely cannot refuse. they have the worst blackmail too or smth. oh you ate worms as a kid? everyone’s gonna know if you disagree.

they even tell you ‘nd ur just like ‘how did you find out abt that????’

note i did not eat worms as a child that was my cousin

anyways your best best is joining azul if you cherish your ego and or reputation 😭