#i fronted and saw 50 notifications

[cozmo-system]

WHAT

he was fronting for like a day wtf

[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field X

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.1k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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Coriolanus was having a hard time adjusting to the life of a peacekeeper, but he was getting there. He sent off that letter for you almost as soon as he arrived, but was yet to receive a response so that seemed like an answer enough. He had to forget you, especially if he wasn't going back to the Capitol anytime soon.

He was homesick, to say the very least. Both of his bunkmates were out, likely working, but he didn't care much to know exactly where. He was just relieved to have a moment to himself to wallow in his self-pity, chest constricting tighter and tighter with every breath.

A door slammed shut down the hall, followed quickly by his own door opening- at which he held his breath. He had to get it together.

"Is this bunk taken?" Someone asks, a voice not belonging to either of his bunkmates, but he recognizes it nonetheless.

He shot up straight, taking in the appearance of the boy in front of him. "Sejanus!" He had never been happier to see his classmate, hopping out of his top bunk to quickly give him a hug.

"This is a surprisingly warm welcome for someone who almost got you killed." Sejanus chuckled, hugging him back.

Coryo laughs slightly, pulling away and grabbing his shoulders. "Oh, no. Quite the opposite. What are you doing here?"

"About the same as you." He shrugs, sliding his things under the bed below Coryo's. "They were going to expel me, but my dad paid them for my grad certificate and let them send me here. They got a new gym on the condition that they let us both graduate."

Coryo should be relieved, but a graduation certificate doesn't matter much if he's stuck here for the next twenty years. "And Y/N/N?" He asks.

"Y/N?" Sejanus asks, lifting his head back in confusion. "What about her?"

"Did she graduate too?"

"I... I don't know, I didn't know she was in trouble. We were told she was sick."

Coriolanus's stomach drops. That's a story he'd certainly heard before, and he didn't like at all how that ended. He swallows, nodding a little bit as he looks at the floor. "So you didn't see her at all?"

"No... Not since the last time I saw you." Sejanus states. It had been a few weeks now. "But, her mother came to our door a week or so ago, real early in the morning. Ma shooed me away but I heard them talking, it seemed like she didn't know where Y/N was either. She was looking for her, wondering if any of us had seen her."

Again, this is what Coryo had seen before with what happened to Clemensia. Her parents weren't allowed to see her at all while she was in the hospital. "I think she's dead." He admits.

"What? What makes you say that?" His friend gasps.

"I... I heard her screaming when I left our meeting with Highbottom." Coriolanus explains. "At first it was normal Y/N screaming, you know, but then it got worse and worse until it just... stopped." He hoped Sejanus would change his story, that he would remember seeing you at school or on the streets or at one of your parent's obnoxious parties, having a good time, and being yourself. That maybe he had just forgotten, but the look on Sejanus's face tells him that didn't happen.

It was Sejanus's turn to look down now, giving a solemn nod. "I mean, no." He laughs suddenly, shaking his head. "They wouldn't kill her on campus- if you could hear it, she's not dead. They wouldn't kill her just like that, right?" He says, trying to convince himself of that truth. "Surely she's just sick. Maybe grounded, or something."

"Yeah, yeah. Probably..." Coriolanus concedes, hoping that somehow Sejanus was right.

Simultaneously, you were adjusting beautifully to life in District Twelve. You got in the habit of borrowing Lucy Gray and Barb Azure's clothes, and they let you sleep on the floor between their beds. For the first time in your life, you were free. No one knew you, no one had a single expectation of you besides Tam Amber appreciating your help with the goats and occasionally going to the market with Lucy Gray and Maude Ivory to get food. It was refreshing, to say the very least. Everyday you felt yourself unwinding more and more.

"Do you play any instruments, Y/N?" Maude Ivory asks you, skipping to catch up to you as you hike down a trail out to the lake with the rest of the covey.

"I do, actually." You nod at her, a small smile on your face. "Try three."

"Three!" She claps excitedly. "What do you play? You'll have to perform with us! Do they have different instruments where you're from?"

"Not really." You giggle, putting your hands in the pockets of your bright red skirt. "I play the piano, and the violin, which is just like Clerk Carmine's fiddle, but much more boring, and a harp, if you've ever heard of that."

"You play the fiddle?" The young girl smiles.

"Not like he does." You smile at the boy as he walks ahead of you, not paying any attention.

"I'm sure you're just as well." Lucy Gray interjects, bumping her shoulder with yours as she walks next to you. "Maude Ivory, you should hear her projection. I'm yet to hear her sing, but boy, can she yell."

"I can't sing." You laugh, shaking your head. "Back home you don't sing unless you're training for the opera, and you have to start that around the same time you learn to walk. My parents would rather me learn the piano."

"Then why am I the one yellin' at all our shows? You should step up." Maude Ivory giggles, and you just shake your head, ruffling her hair.

"I definitely couldn't do it nearly as well as you." You insist. "Besides, I have stage fright." You joke, mostly to get her off your back.

She laughs as she fixes her hair, running to catch up with the kids in front of her.

"She just adores you." Lucy Gray smiles. "It's nice to have a new face around."

You smile, watching Maude Ivory collect flowers from the side of the road. "She reminds me of my brother. They're about the same age."

"Right, you lent me his guitar." Lucy Gray says, a particular sadness in her tone tipping you off that she believes you should be upset about leaving him. You miss him, sure, but he's better off now with you gone. Besides, he couldn't be any worse than you. Your parents have always doted over him, and there's no doubt in your mind that now that you are gone, it's multiplied.

"Yes. That's him." You reply, accompanying a moment of silence between the two of you.

"Do you miss him?"

"Sure." You nod, kicking a small stone down the path in front of you. "But he's better off without me there. That brings me enough peace to sleep at night."

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." You smile at her, grateful for the change of topic.

"What happened to Coriolanus?" For the first time in weeks, you feel a pinch of discontent in your gut at her question.

"I don't know." You lie, shrugging your shoulders. You don't even know why you felt the urge to lie at all, you knew he was here somewhere but you hadn't seen him once. Out of sight, out of mind is what you have been trying to convince yourself. "He's alive, I'm sure. Peacekeeping in one of the districts probably."

"Oh, I was hoping you would know more."

"It would be nice." You agree. "But he's not exactly in my good graces at the moment."

"It feels so out of character for him to betray you like that, doesn't it?" Lucy Gray asks.

You laugh, shaking your head. "It was unusual. That's what I thought, anyway." You sigh, giving a slight shrug. "I haven't told anyone, but we had... I don't know, a moment, a few weeks ago. During the games. Just a couple of days later and he's throwing me under the bus like I meant nothing to him. We've been friends for years- I thought everything was about to change for the better, and then..."

"That's cruel." She says disapprovingly. "I bet he's sorry now that you're gone with the wind. He's regretting it. I promise you that much."

You smile slightly at the thought, allowing yourself to entertain it, if only for a moment. "He better be."

"Is that for me? Oh, c'mon y'all, you know that I gave up drinkin' when I was twelve..." Lucy Gray says, taking a sip out of the clear liquor bottle someone in the audience handed to her. "Oh, It's to clear my pipes, just to clear my pipes." She clarifies, tossing the bottle back into the audience.

Coriolanus watches leaning against the side wall of The Hob. He's happy to see that Lucy Gray is back to doing what she loved, and she made it home alive and well. He's also more than pleased to finally get off the barracks for something other than work. "Now, who's ready for a song, huh?" She smiles, looking down off the stage to her right. "Okay, comin' right up. First, I'd like to introduce to the stage with a big welcome, a grand ole friend of mine, The lovely Sage!" She says, giggling at her rhyme as another girl climbs up on stage, giving Maude Ivory and Lucy Gray a quick hug each.

Coriolanus looks away as the crowd cheers, scanning the crowd for Sejanus who had just excused himself to grab a drink a couple minutes ago. He's wondering where his roommate could have disappeared to when Lucy Gray's friend starts speaking.

"Well hello, everyone, so lovely to meet you all! I have never felt so welcome anywhere." His head snaps back to the stage. He'd know that Capitol accent anywhere, even as you pause to allow any cheers to quiet down. "I mean that." You grin, hands clutched to your chest. "And that feels so good, considering Lucy Gray all but forced me up here." You laugh, draping an arm over her shoulder, letting her take back over. How could this be real? Coryo is tempted to rub his eyes or pinch himself to make sure he's even awake. He was so sure you were dead, but despite the different name and completely different clothes, he was positive it was you. The pang in his chest made that obvious, along with the wave of surrealism that suddenly surrounded him so all he could see was you.

"Now, my beautiful girl Sage here will be taking over for our friend on the fiddle, we'll give the band a quick break, and we're gonna have a bit of a change of pace while she's lending us her talents." Lucy Gray says, and Coriolanus watches as you take the beat-up violin from the young boy gratefully. He knew you played, but he hadn't heard it for years. You looked so calm, something he wasn't sure he had seen in public since you were young. He can't pull his eyes from your figure as it graces the stage with your presence, lighting up the room even if it was only for him.

A small smile grows on his face as you start to play, several whistles echoing through the room before Lucy Gray even joins in with her singing. He wants to scream, to cheer and clap and yell and tell everyone in this dark, rundown building that this 'Sage' was his. Inarguably and undoubtedly his. Coryo's pride is only curtailed when he recognizes the song; it was the ballad Lucy Gray played in her interview on your brother's guitar.

The sophistication your violin playing brought to the piece almost made it sadder and infinitely more haunting. It's beautiful. Now with your classical touch, the song sets a pit of guilt in his stomach. That somehow, even without you singing, it's now a ballad from you to him.

"Just let me remind you what I am to you..."

He makes eye contact with Lucy Gray as he shifts his gaze away from you. She pauses for only a moment, hands still moving rhythmically over the strings of her guitar. She smiles and nods at him, jaw slightly agape as she glances back at you to see if you noticed him. When it's clear you haven't, she gets back on track with the words within only a moment.

"'Cause I am the one who looks out when you're leaping. I am the one who knows how you were brave..."  Your lips turn up in a small smile as she sings, eyes still shut while you focus. Even though he's sure you're thinking of him, it doesn't bring him much consolation. Well, at least you were thinking of him. He would take it.

The song ends as quickly as it starts, and despite the slower tone, the audience is still excited. More so as the band returns to the stage and you return the violin to Clerk Carmine before turning back around to give a bow. You wave out to the audience, reveling in the whistles and praise before reaching out for an extended hand, accepting it as its owner helps you down. "That was stunnin', where'd you learn to play like that? I've never heard anything quite like it." The man asks, still holding your hand out in between you.

"Oh, thank you. I've been playing my whole life." You grin as the music picks up again.

"Can you dance like you can play?" He asks, lifting your arm to spin you.

"I can certainly try." You laugh, going along with it as he pulls you into a more open space of the crowd, and to Coriolanus, it seems like you're taunting him. You're dancing like you don't have a care in the world, dressed in a skirt that looked like it was made out of a red bed sheet cut up and stitched back together in half-hazard squares, and what looked like one of your t-shirts cut up into a tank top that exposes most of your stomach and back. Appallingly too, a smile present on your face that he had dreamt of seeing again one day but was certain he never would. The only problem is that you're dancing with someone else. Not that he was much of a dancer, but he could try if he had known that's what you wanted.

He's planning his method of attack. He can't leave without speaking to you, because he doesn't even know if you'll be back here the next time he gets a day off. Though, based on your appearance and newfound carelessness, it's likely.

His urge is just to kiss you, but the only thing holding him back is that it could set you off. If you hadn't heard his apology from miles away, would you still be angry at him? But actions speak louder than words. He knows that physicality works with you, and it was hard to deny that he hadn't dreamt of how soft your lips felt on his for weeks. One time was just simply not enough for Coryo.

Coriolanus scowls as the man you're dancing with spins you again, making you laugh as he drapes an arm around your waist.

Maybe he should get Sejanus, see if he's seen you yet.

Another spin, and a hand sliding lower down your bare back as the man pulls you closer, his fingers landing on the waistband of your skirt. When was the last time that scumbag had so much as washed his hands? Coryo wonders to himself, rage boiling up under his skin.

Kiss her. Definitely kiss her.

But if the song choice was any indicator, you definitely weren't pleased with him. It couldn't be, though, because how would you know he would be in attendance? Coryo finds his feet carrying him through the crowd, pushing past a dozen carelessly drunk people in his effort to get to you before he's even thought it all through.

Your brow furrows as a body forces itself between you and your dancing partner. "Hey! What are you-" You cut yourself off, hypnotized by the cold blue eyes staring down at you.

That's my girl. Even though you're angry, Coriolanus is grateful to be the object of your gaze once more.

"'Scuse me, man, do you mind?" The man says, making an effort to push Coryo away. He turns, and before you can intervene he's swinging his fist right at the other guy's face, finding its target in a fraction of a second.

He stumbles back, grabbing his face as it immediately drips blood from his nose onto the floor. There are gasps in the crowd as it disperses around you.

"Hey, settle down, settle down now." You hear Lucy Gray call out amidst the music playing in the background while you grab the back of Coryo's shirt, pulling him back before he continues to beat up your dancing partner.

"Coriolanus, what are you doing here?" You shout over the music. He shakes out his fist, turning back to you now and grabbing your face, pulling you closer to kiss you instead of dignifying you with a response. His actions would certainly speak louder.

You want to be angry, but that falters as you feel his lips on yours again, his hands planted firmly on either side of your waist as he holds onto you so tight you weren't sure breathing was an option- even if you could. You followed him here, of course you wanted to see him, but how could he betray you so easily and expect forgiveness in a kiss?

It takes you longer than it probably should to build up the courage to place your hands on his chest, shoving him back. "What is wrong with you?" You spit, looking him up and down in the blue uniform signified of a peacekeeper off duty.

"What's wrong with me?" He asks, looking around and gauging how many people were even taking notice. "What do you mean, Y/N/N, I wanted to-" Clearly you hadn't heard his silent apology, or it just wasn't enough.

"Hey!" You hiss, jumping at him and attempting to cover his mouth at the use of your nickname, and he quickly swats away your hand. "Let's go. Outside, now." You shove him back by his chest, pointing towards the exit.

You look up at Lucy Gray on stage, still singing as she watches you nervously. You give her a nod and a small reassuring smile before linking arms with Coryo and guiding him toward the door. Just like old times.

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[stop-talking]

No thoughts, only Derek Danforth sending you nudes while you're at work...

(Thanks, Holden. 🙄) @freak-accident419

Tags: 18+ g!n reader, mentions of drugs, no real smut, just dirty talk and nudes

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Your phone buzzes in your pocket for the twentieth time in the past five minutes, and you have a sinking suspicion you know who it is.

Who it always is.

With a sigh, you try and discreetly look at your phone underneath your desk. Opening messages from Derek while you're at work is always a gamble, considering he spends 90% of his time high, horny, or a mix of both.

As soon as you tap the notification, your screen is overtaken by cock. The tip red and glistening with need, his hand wrapped around the shaft, mid-pump...

Fuck.

You quickly turn your phone off, shoving it between your thighs and sitting up straighter. That bastard. He knows you're at work.

Of course, now he also knows you've opened his messages. Your phone vibrates angrily between your thighs, and you start to wonder if putting it there was a smart move.

Fucking Danforth. You try to physically shake the image of his throbbing cock out of your mind, literally shaking your head as you stare at the computer screen in front of you.

That is, until your co-worker in the cubicle across from yours shoots you a glance and asks if you're alright.

"Yeah, just, uh... Tired. Trying to stay awake."

You stand up straight, causing your still-buzzing phone to fall to the floor.

"I'm gonna go make a coffee," you announce.

In your scramble to pick up your phone, you knock your chair over and onto the floor. Damnit, stop making such a scene.

You scurry away, trying desperately to silence your phone. Unfortunately, the last thing you had pulled up was... well, cock.

With a yelp, you turn and duck into the nearest bathroom, praying no one saw your screen.

Once you finally have some level of privacy, standing in a cramped bathroom stall, you start to look over your 50+ notifications from Derek.

He's been sending you messages all afternoon, mostly nonsense texts, with nudes interspersed between them.

11am:

Babe? Baaaaabe. Babe I miss you Come home When is work over

12pm:

Are you ignoring me? Babe I got a new robe Do you wanna see Baby

[A short video of Derek in his robe]

He starts the video making a concerned face at the camera, muttering to himself. Once he realizes it's recording, he sets it down on the bathroom counter and takes a few steps back, showing off his robe.

It's green silk with gold trim, and a gold tie around the waist. He takes a hit of his vape and does a quick 360, twirling for the camera.

"You like it?" He asks, beaming and carding a hand through his blonde curls.

He stares at the camera for a minute, seemingly waiting for a response, before snapping out of it and reaching to turn it off.

"Sorry. Just smoked a few." he mumbles, and the video ends.

1pm:

Babeeeee I need youuu Come home already Come sit on my lap

[A picture of Derek's lap]

He's still wearing the robe, and his hand is wrapped around his hard cock through the thin silk fabric. No skin is showing, but you can clearly see the familiar outline of his dick.

2pm:

Fuck If you don't come home soon I'm dying asjkdakdjha skdjhfskjdh aksjdkadjs Baby Can I send you Pics Baby asdasjdghask It misses you

[A shakily-recorded video of Derek from the waist down.]

He tugs at the golden strip of silk tied around his waist, slowly unravelling the loose knot.

Eventually it completely falls away, and his rope opens, exposing himself completely for the camera. His dick is standing at attention, twitching and leaking pre-cum down his shaft.

The video pans to his face again, and he absentmindedly gnaws at the end of his vape. Sweat drips down his forehead and he mumbles out a plea you're unable to hear with your volume off. The video ends.

2:30pm:

Baby Oh my God I can't wait Come home Looking at your old pics again Miss you so muchh Fuck work I need you

[A short close-up video of Derek's cock]

He's in bed, his animal-print bedsheets peeking through his legs as he lies back and strokes his cock. Slowly, he bucks his hips up into his hand, clearly trying not to finish just yet. You recognize this as the video from earlier, the one you opened at your desk.

2:45pm:

YOU OPENED IT BABE ARE YOU IGNORING ME BABY I'm so hard right now Please Fuck Fuck Fuck I need you to sit on me Please asajshdas hdsjdhfahd asdasjdk sljkdfls Answer Please Babyyyy

You blink at your screen, finally reaching the bottom of Derek's endless sea of messages. Fuck. You really should be angry with him, but he's so goddamn hot when he's needy.

Not that he needs to know that.

Is this what you do all day while I'm at work? Get high and play dress-up?

FUCK Babe Don't go or I'll die Please

I still have two hours of work left, Derek.

You wouldn't need to work if you'd just move in with me already <3

Your house scares me. No one should be exposed to that much animal print.

I'll buy us a new one. Just come home, pleaseee?

This bastard. He isn't going to give up, is he? You glance at the time, and bite your lip. Maybe you could make up the two hours later? Work overtime this weekend?

Babe?

I'm here. Brat.

Are you on your way over?

Yeah. I'll be home in ten.

Suddenly you feel very, very sick. Too sick to work. You explain this to your boss, who shoos you off and tells you to go home.

One thought plays over and over in your mind as you pack your things and scurry to the car...

Derek better still be wearing that slutty little robe when you see him.

[fratttymatty]

Grown

(All characters are 18+)

Riley Grant had always been comfortable in his own skin. At 20, he was confident, passionate, and deeply rooted in his liberal values. He was a proud gay college student studying political science at a progressive university, spending his days debating everything from human rights to climate change. He had a close-knit group of friends, a boyfriend named Jonah, and a future filled with dreams of activism and social change.

But one day, everything changed.

It started innocuously enough. Riley had signed up for a strange elective called "Theories of Identity," a course that promised to delve into psychological and philosophical ideas about the self. The professor was eccentric—Dr. Jonathan Rivers was a tall man in his mid-50s with wiry glasses and a perpetual half-smile, as though he knew a secret the rest of the world was oblivious to.

One day, during a lecture on the nature of personal transformation, Dr. Rivers handed out strange, leather-bound journals to each student. "This," he said, "is an experiment. A test of your ability to reinvent yourself. To become someone else, entirely. This journal will guide you. Write in it, follow its instructions, and you might experience something... unexpected."

Riley, curious but skeptical, took the journal with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't one to believe in metaphysical mumbo-jumbo, but he liked the challenge. That evening, he opened the first page of the journal, where it instructed him to write about his deepest desire for personal change.

"I wish I could be more confident in my future," Riley wrote, his pen scratching across the paper. "I want to feel grounded, more sure of who I am, and find a place in the world that feels... stable."

It was a simple wish, something Riley had been pondering for a while. He didn’t expect much to come of it.

The next morning, Riley woke up feeling different. His usual morning routine—checking his phone, scrolling through social media, texting Jonah—felt strange, almost foreign. When he looked in the mirror, something was off. His face appeared… older. His jawline was sharper, his cheekbones more defined, and his eyes had a new hardness to them, as if they had seen more of the world than they should have for someone his age. He ran his hand through his hair and froze. His normally messy, untamed curls had been replaced with short, tousled waves that felt oddly natural.

But that wasn’t all.

Riley glanced at his phone, but when he read the notifications, a sense of unfamiliarity washed over him. Instead of messages from his college friends or Jonah, there were calls from people he didn’t recognize, reminding him of meetings, appointments, and a gym schedule. His inbox was filled with emails from work, and most disturbingly, there was an invitation to a family dinner later that evening.

Confused and unsettled, Riley stood up and stumbled out of his apartment to the bathroom. That’s when he noticed the changes in his body. His frame was broader, more muscular. He had the chest of someone who worked out regularly—and his arms were solid, like a boxer’s. He even felt a strange pull to the idea of boxing, something that had never crossed his mind before.

In a haze, Riley went to the living room to check the journals again, but they were gone. He only found his reflection staring back at him, a man he didn’t recognize.

The first few hours after his transformation were a blur. Ryan felt like he was waking up from a long dream, disoriented, his old identity slipping through his fingers like sand. Eventually, the reality settled in—he was no longer a college student with a boyfriend. He had a wife, kids, and a whole new set of beliefs.

When he checked his phone, he saw that his calendar was packed with meetings, family events, and even training sessions at the gym. Ryan glanced at a picture on the kitchen counter—there he was, smiling with a beautiful woman and three children in front of a well-kept house. The woman’s name was Jessica, and she was stunning, with long blonde hair, a radiant smile, and a grace that made Ryan’s chest swell with pride. His two sons, Ethan and Luke, both 18 were both healthy and active, always eager to play sports or spend time with their dad. And then there was Olivia, his sweet daughter who had Ryan wrapped around her finger.

Jessica was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl, and Ryan couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of responsibility, a desire to protect and provide for them all. The future, once so uncertain for him as Riley, now felt crystal clear. It was his job to take care of his family, and nothing else mattered.

His phone buzzed again with a message from Jessica: “Can you pick up the boys from school? I have a doctor’s appointment today.”

Without thinking, Ryan grabbed his keys, changed into a comfortable hoodie and jeans, and headed out to the minivan. He noticed the way his hands gripped the wheel with confidence, the ease with which he navigated the streets. He was a man in control.

At the school, Ryan was greeted by a friendly teacher who called him “Mr. Grant” with a warmth that seemed so familiar. As he loaded the kids into the car, Ethan, the older son, turned to him with a grin.

“Hey, Dad, don’t forget—my first match is Saturday. You’re still coming, right?”

Ryan chuckled, ruffling Ethan’s hair. At 18, Ethan was already a towering figure, well on his way to becoming a star athlete. “You bet I am. Just try not to knock your opponent out too quickly, alright? You’ll leave me without much to watch.”

Ethan rolled his eyes playfully, but there was no mistaking the bond between them. Ethan was more than just his son—he was his teammate, his training partner, and his co-conspirator in the gym. Ryan had been coaching him in boxing for a while now, and it was one of their favourite activities.

Later that evening, as he sat down to dinner with Jessica and the kids, he noticed something else: his worldview had shifted. The conversations were different. He wasn’t debating politics with friends; he was talking about the importance of family, the value of hard work, and the role of faith in the home. He found himself nodding along to Jessica’s thoughts about raising children with good moral values and emphasizing respect for authority. It all felt right, the way life was supposed to be.

When the conversation turned to their growing family, Jessica smiled at him, her hand resting on her swollen belly. "Can you believe we're about to have two more? I think the twins are going to complete our family perfectly."

Ryan leaned over, kissing her on the cheek, and felt a deep sense of contentment. This was his life now. He was a man who was proud of his role as a father, someone who loved his country, his family, and his way of life. His new identity was firmly in place, and as he watched his children laugh and play, he realized he wouldn’t change a thing.

In the end, Riley Grant—the passionate, liberal, gay college student—was gone, replaced by Ryan Grant, a 36-year-old conservative father with a strong sense of duty and an unwavering commitment to his family. The transformation was complete.

Riley’s journals remained locked away, their purpose fulfilled. But for Ryan, life was just beginning. He had a beautiful wife, wonderful children—including a 18-year-old son with a promising future in sports—and a future he could be proud of. And as he laced up his boxing gloves that evening, ready to train for a fight—whether in the ring or in life—he knew one thing for sure: his new life was exactly what he had always been meant to have.

As the presidential election approached, Ryan could feel the weight of it hanging in the air. It wasn’t just about voting anymore; it was about the future—the future of his children, the future of his country. Ryan’s political transformation was complete, and it was clear where he stood. He had become a staunch supporter of the Republican Party, and this election was pivotal.

The conversation started over dinner one evening, as the family discussed their plans for Election Day. It was the first time in a long while that Ryan and Jessica had discussed politics with such intensity, and the shift in Ryan’s perspective was unmistakable.

“I’ve been reading a lot about the candidates,” Jessica said, her voice calm but firm. “It’s clear the Democratic Party has lost its way. Their policies are dangerous for our future—socialism, open borders, and government overreach. We need a leader who will make this country stronger, not weaker.”

Ryan leaned back in his chair, nodding thoughtfully. The person he once was—the liberal Riley Grant—would have debated Jessica fiercely, maybe even argued for the Democratic Party’s platform. But now, with his focus on his family, his home, and his new sense of duty as a husband and father, his beliefs had aligned with the Republican Party in ways he hadn’t imagined.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Ryan replied, his voice steady. “The Republican Party stands for the things that matter most to me now: personal responsibility, a strong economy, and making sure our kids grow up in a country that respects traditional values. The Democratic Party has pushed policies that are more about entitlement and less about the values that built this country.”

Ethan, their 18-year-old son, who had spent the last few months keeping up with the election, was quick to chime in. “I’ve been hearing a lot about the Republican Party at school, and I’ve been doing my own research too. I think the Republican Party is the right choice. They’re about securing our borders, strengthening the economy, and putting America first. I don’t want to live in a country where the government controls everything.”

Ryan couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride. Ethan wasn’t just agreeing with his father; he was forming his own opinions, thinking critically, and seeing the world in a way that reflected Ryan’s own values. It was a sign that Ryan and Jessica’s influence was already taking root in their kids.

“That’s exactly right, son,” Ryan said, looking at Ethan with approval. “This isn’t just about politics—it’s about making sure we have the freedom to live our lives without the government telling us how. The Democratic Party has been pushing all these policies that take away freedom and responsibility. The Republican Party understands that the best thing for this country is self-reliance and the strength of family.”

Luke, at 18 years old, was just like his twin, Ethan, listened intently. “So, we’re voting for the Republican Party, right, Dad?”

Ryan smiled at his youngest. “Yes, buddy. The Republican Party is the party that stands for what we believe in. They want to keep us safe, protect our rights, and make sure America stays strong.”

Olivia, also agreed, it was clear to Ryan that she was growing up in a household where their values were firmly rooted. This was the world he wanted for her—a world where she could grow up surrounded by the freedom to make her own choices, secure in the knowledge that her family was protected and valued.

On Election Day, the entire family gathered together in the living room, their eyes glued to the TV as the results began to roll in. The tension in the air was palpable, but Ryan was confident in his choice. He had voted for the Republican Party, knowing full well that the future of the country—and of his children—was at stake.

Jessica sat beside him, her hand resting gently on his knee, as they watched the numbers tick across the screen. “This is the future we’ve been working toward,” she said quietly. “It’s about securing a better world for our kids. A safer world, a stronger country.”

Ryan nodded, his chest swelling with pride as he looked around the room at his family—his beautiful, strong, and intelligent wife, his two sons, and his daughter who would grow up in this new world they were helping shape. It didn’t matter where he had come from, or who he had been before the transformation. The man he was now, the life they had built together, felt like the right path.

Ethan leaned forward, watching the election results unfold with a sense of excitement. “I really think the Republican Party is going to win. I just don’t see how the Democratic Party can push forward with everything they want. The country needs a strong leader.”

Ryan felt a deep satisfaction in his son’s words. It wasn’t just about the politics—it was about the way Ethan was embracing the values that Ryan now held dear: individual liberty, family, and national pride. Ethan was becoming the kind of young man Ryan had always hoped to raise.

“I think you’re right,” Ryan said. “This country needs a leader who understands the importance of tradition, of family, and of putting America first. I’m proud of us for making the right choice.”

As the night wore on and the election results became clearer, Ryan knew without a doubt that he had made the right decision. His world had changed—he had changed—and in this new life, the Republican Party was not just a political choice. It was a way of life.

Jessica smiled, squeezing his hand as the final votes were tallied. “We did it, Ryan. This is the future we’ve worked for.”

Ryan looked at his family—his wife, his children—and felt an overwhelming sense of pride. They were safe. They were strong. And they were ready for whatever came next.

[anemptypuddingcup]

An angel in the camera.

Sanji x Female Reader. Smut.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

This is a bit inspired by @kingofthe-egirls Luffy ask they wrote.

Y’all, Ion know how onlyfans works.

Contains: Another shy readerrr. Reader live on onlyfans. It’s reader’s first time on onlyfans. Masturbation. Usage of toys. Sanji’s referred to as ‘viewer’ Sanji having some type of money. Sanji mindlessly donating money. Revealed aftermath with Sanji.

Turning on the camera and starting the stream was the hardest thing to do for you. After hearing that you could make a buck off of doing this mess, you were desperate and decided to give it a try. A nervous sigh leaves your lips as you stared at yourself in the camera.

Putting on the prettiest lingerie probably wasn’t the best idea, the pink lace adding a beautiful accent to your body.

Curlybrow03 has joined the live.

You jump as you hear your very first viewer pop in, a heavy sigh leaving you as you felt your soul ready to leave your body.

Hello there sweetheart~

You were nervous to speak back, but to be polite you do. “H-Hello…” You say nervously, sitting there with your arms wrapped around your knees. There was a slight pause before your first viewer spoke again.

Is this your first time streaming? You seem nervous.

You nod nervously. “Y-Yes it is…I was really skeptical about doing the live..but I did it anyway.” You admitted before hiding behind your legs again.

Curlybrow03 donated $20

Your eyes widens as you saw them donate some money to you. “O-Oh…” You say, surprised that they actually tipped you some money. “T-Thank you…” You thank them, a bit less nervous after he tipped you.

Of course love, it’s your first time here. Put on a good show sweetheart.

You blushed but nodded, unfolding your body to reveal your lingerie to your only viewer. “W-What should I do first..?” You asked them, unsure on what to do.

Beautiful lingerie. Can you touch yourself for me first princess?

You nodded before laying back against your fluffy pillow, propping yourself up just so they could get a full view of your body while you could see the camera. You slid your fingers along your tongue as saliva coats them before you slide them down to your already soaking cunt. You slowly sink them inside of your warmth and a moan leaves you.

“T-This is so embarrassing…” You breathed, before thrusting your fingers inside of you. A little mewl leaves you as pressed against your bundle of nerves.

Curlybrow03 donated $30

There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, your moans are so cute sweetheart. Do you have any toys?

“M-Mhm~ I-I have a f-few of them~” You moan out as you continued to plunge your fingers deep inside of you aching hole. You hear your laptop go off once again but you began to grow a bit immersed in your needy cunt. You slowly peer up to read the next request your viewer offers to you.

Try one of your toys honey.

A little whine leaves you before you pull your fingers from your warm walls. Looking beside you, you turn and bend over in front of the camera as you dig around your nightstand drawer for your dildo, giving the viewer a full on view of your bottom.

You hear the notification pop off before you find your dildo and turn back to look at what your viewer had said.

Curlybrow03 donated $50

Nice behind darling~

You blush at their comment but thanked them before showing your toy to them. It was a seven inch, blue silicone toy that had a curve to it. You didn’t know how your toy had gained the curve but it was like that when you had bought it and never paid much attention to it.

“You want me to use this?” You asked.

Curlybrow03 donated $70

I want you to ride it honey.

You nodded but you had to lubricate it before you could just do anything. You drool out onto the toy, the spit trailing down the toy before you held it in place. Lifting your hips, you slowly lower yourself onto the toy. You hesitate slightly from the cold of the toy before fully sinking yourself onto it. A moan leaves your lips as you slowly begin to bounce on the toy, your breathing becoming a bit heavy.

Curlybrow03 donated $60

Moan some more for me, I want to hear your sweet voice.

You nodded before you continue to ride the toy, your voice growing louder as you begin to bounce a bit faster on it. “Mmh~ I-It feels good~” You moan out before you begin to touch your clit, providing more stimulation. Your breasts bounce while you rode the toy as you begin to move a bit faster on it.

Curlybrow03 donated $80

Do you think you can moan out my name for me while you ride that toy so prettily?

You’re a little shocked by their request but you nodded after they paid a good amount just to ask that. “W-What’s your name?~” You moan out, your movements slowing down. It takes them a minute to respond and you begin to think that they fell shy.

My name is Sanji…

You smile before you continue your movements, laying your body back against the pillows slightly to prop yourself up. “That’s a pretty name…Sanji~” You moan out softly. As you fell deeper into the pleasure, you hear the notification go off again.

You sound so pretty saying my name sweetie…

You blush before you stare into the camera, laying yourself back against the pillows before you hold the dildo in your hand. You thrust it in and out of your hole and you let out a gasp as it hits your g-spot. “It feels good inside of me Sanji~” You moan out, teasing the viewer as your confidence boosts slightly.

You’re teasing me darling.

You giggle before your toes curl as you shove the toy deeper inside of yourself, your body shaking as you feel yourself beginning to cum from the stimulation. “I-I’m gonna cum, S-Sanji~” You moan out as your walls tightens on your dildo. A whine leaves you before you bite your bottom lip from the pleasure as cum gushes from your cunt, with you squirting across the sheets.

You breathe heavily as your body grows weak from your orgasm and you hear the notification go off once more.

Curlybrow03 donated $150

Thank you for the show, you looked so pretty squirting princess~

A little chuckle leaves you before you slowly sit up to face the camera. “I’m happy you enjoyed it…Sanji~” You smiled softly before giggling once again. “Thank you for watching and being my first viewer Sanji.” You say before waving to the camera.

Can’t wait for next time love~

Sanji sighs upsettingly before clicking off of your stream, laying back onto his bed. “She was so pretty, as beautiful as a pretty porcelain doll.” He says to himself. There were tissues scattered all around himself on his bed, most of them dirtied from wasting his seed into them when he wishes it could be put to better use.

He turns his notifications for your profile on just to make sure that he wouldn’t miss another single live from you. He felt very honored to be your first viewer but it was when you called out his name that made him lose himself. He could only wish that the toy you had was him thrusting inside of your cute tight pussy.

All he could do was sit back and observe until he could find some way to communicate you without being very weird or perverted.

[lolahauri]

It's 3:29 am I can't sleep, all I can think about is Shane getting sick of Little Miss Braty Haley, skipping the Saloon, and hate fucking her in her bed before Emily comes home...

I thought you could run with this maybe

omg 5:30 am as im posting this and i can't sleep either babe 😭 love this idea though... brat tamer shane and bratty haley 😏!? hehe

side note: i listened to "i'm yours" by isabel larosa on repeat while i wrote this, i recommend doing that HEAVYILY. it fits the vibe perfectly!!!!

-> 1.1k Words, F/M, Sexting, Teasing, Angry Sex, Light Brat Taming, Dirty Talk, Age Gap, 20's/35, FWB <- (MDNI)

it was supposed to be a one time thing, him and haley. just a quick fuck that somehow happened when he went to bring emily some cloth, only to find it was just haley home.

but as much as he tried to resist her, one time turned into 2. then 4. then 8 times. then... he lost count at that point. but he felt weird about it all. she was just so young, so beautiful, so much better than him.

not to mention he was friends with her older sister. the sister he saw every night at the saloon, the sister he was paired with every flower dance. it was awkward to say the least.

but after months of dragging it on, he finally cut her loose. he did what he thought was best for everyone. he didn't want to corrupt this bright, young woman with his issues. he wanted to be able to look emily in the eyes again without feeling embarrassed.

~

it'd been a month since he cut her off. he was honestly surprised with his will power. he ignored every call, every dirty message, every suggestive photo.

but one night, he just couldn't fucking resist anymore. he was used to haley being a needy, bratty, little bitch. but that night she really upped her game.

he was at the saloon like usual, not long after emily had clocked in, when his phone started dinging like crazy.

he grunted to himself before taking it out of his pocket, "buh... who the hell is bothering me at this time of night?"

he nearly choked on his beer when he clicked the newest notification before looking closely. it was haley, in all her nude glory. his eyes were wide as dinner plates as he scrolled up to the first message of the night.

heyy shaneypoo - 9:50 pm

need you tonight xo - 9:56 pm

pleasee??? getting desperate here - 10:14 pm

you can't ignore me forever! - 10:23 pm

fine. maybe this will change your mind - 10:36 pm

what followed were a wide range of nudes and videos. starting with her in some sky-blue lingerie, and ending with a muted video of her rubbing her clit with spit-covered fingers.

the look on shane's face would've made a bystander think he just got news of his beloved chickens dying. eyes wide, red face, sweat beginning to collect. he had enough. he had to see her now, there was no point in trying to resist it anymore. he needed her just as much as she needed him, and he hated to admit that to himself.

so he slammed down his tab and left with his head down, leaving an extra 500 gold to be tipped to emily...

it was pouring down rain as he jogged to haley's house, leaving him soaked by the time he entered the front door. but he didn't care right now, the clothes wouldn't be staying on long anyways.

as he walked into her room, she was ready for him. hand still between her legs, skin glistening with sweat, panting and whining. she's so pretty it hurts.

his heart thumped in his chest at the sight. shit, he really missed this. but he wasn't going to be soft right now, she needs to be punished and fucked like the slut she is.

"shane..." her eyes were half-lidded as she spoke. her voice weak and needy.

"don't- say another word. get on all fours." he demanded, undoing his belt as fast as possible and walking to the edge of her bed.

once they were in position, he wasted absolutely no time. one of his large hands planted itself on haley's heart-shaped ass, as the other grabbed a fistful of her golden hair.

he slipped his thick cock inside her easily, her wetness completely eliminating any resistance. they both gasped at the intrusion. he really hated how much he missed this, how much he missed her.

he started fucking her at a ruthless pace, being completely selfish and focusing on his own pleasure the most. the room was now being filled to the brim with their lewd noises. all the moans, screams, headboard slamming, and sounds of skin slapping together was already bringing him dangerously close to the edge. he was going to try and hold out as long as possible, though.

he yanked her head back by her hair and knelt down to her ear, whispering dirty phrases that he knew would go straight to her core.

"god damn, you feel so fuckin' good." his free hand slapped her ass cheek, before kneading it roughly. "you know how hard it is to not pump my fucking load into you right now? you're like a fucking demon."

her cunt clenched hard around him after hearing his obscene words, squeezing so tight it was like she wanted to keep him trapped inside. shane groaned at the feeling of her pretty little hole fluttering around him.

he soon picked up the pace dramatically, giving fast, shallow thrusts. the bed was creaking in sync with the slamming of the headboard against the wall. he gave her plump ass a few more slaps, leaving a big red handprint that would surely be sore tomorrow. he knew she'd like that though. she loved being able to see and feel the aftermath of their late-night visits the next day.

shane removed his hand from her hair and pressed it between her shoulder blades, pining her chest and face to the mattress. he could feel his climax building quickly. he couldn't hold back any more, as much as he'd like to. it was all too much. he needed to fill her, claim her.

he grunted out his words, needing to hear her answer before allowing himself his release. "tell me who owns this fucking cunt."

"you- you, shane!" she was sobbing as she felt herself unravel around him. "you own me!"

"fuck!" he threw his head back as his came inside her, both of them moaning and cursing at the feeling. he fucked into her a few more times before pulling out completely, watching as his fluids poured from her pretty pussy and onto the sheets of her bed.

they both were breathing heavily as he got off the bed, letting her finally roll over and collapse onto her back. once he was finally dressed and leaving her room, he turned back and spoke to her one more time.

"i'll be back tomorrow, but this time, don't take the lingerie off. got it?" she just smiled and giggled in return, leaving him with butterflies.

what has he gotten himself into?

[ladykailitha]

Can Anybody See Me? Part 7

And here we get to my little headcanon about Gareth. I saw a gif of Nancy talking to a kid with a camera at the game in season 4 and thought it was Gareth. But Gareth is shorter with darker curls. So meet Gethin, Gareth’s taller fraternal twin.

On the tagging, I HAVE REACHED MY HARD AND FAST LIMIT OF 50. I love the response this story has gotten. I do. I love you all. I love every reply, like, and reblog. It brings me so much joy, you don’t even know. But tagging is hard for my ADHD brain. I have gone up from 20 to 30 and finally 50 as my system improved but I think if I do any more than that I’ll go insane. So any future tagging requests will be ignored. Sorry.

The best way to keep update on these stories is follow me and set me on notifications. I rarely do a lot of reblogging these days (too busy churning out stories like whoa), so more often then not a post will be a story. I try to post at least once a day (some times twice if I’m trying to rush through the posting a bit like I did to make sure the Valentine fic got out in time without making people wait on Vamp!Eddie), just never at set time.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

*

Steve was the last one to arrive.

Again.

But at least this time he wasn’t late. Just last. Fucking story of his life. Thankfully all four of them were waiting in the open garage. He could see Gareth’s drum kit in the corner, but none of the other guys brought their instruments.

“You found the place okay?” Jeff asked.

“Took a wrong turn somewhere, I guess,” Steve groused. “But I finally got back on track.”

“Come on in,” Gareth said. “My mom made homemade hot chocolate and sugar cookies.”

Steve lit up. “Sounds great.” He poured himself some hot chocolate and a couple of cookies, shoving one into his mouth immediately.

“So how we do this,” Jeff explained. “Everyone hands out their presents and then one person at a time opens all of theirs at once.”

“And since this is your first time,” Gareth said, “you’ll get to go first.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks guys.” He frowned suddenly realizing something. “Wait...how did you guys know what to get me?”

All four boys just grinned at him. “Well, that’s not creepy at all.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Eddie said, patting him on the shoulder.

Steve opened his gifts and since the point was to be outrageous, he laughed when he pulled out a pair of Speedo’s. “Do I even want to know which of you guys got this for me?”

Brian shook his head. “It’s better if you don’t know, man. Forbidden knowledge that.”

Steve nodded. The last thing was one of those auto-signature pictures of the 1984 Olympic gold medal swimming relay team. He looked up at Eddie, somehow knowing it was from him.

“Thanks, man. I love it.” At Gareth’s questioning look he explained. “I’m on the relay team at school. It was so fun watching this. They even had the Olympic trails right here in Indy.”

“Wow,” Jeff said. “That is cool.”

Eddie just cleared his throat and shove hair in front of his face to hide his embarrassment.

They went around the room, Gareth, Brian, Jeff and then finally Eddie.

Eddie got temporary tattoos.

“These ones are legal,” Brian teased.

A pack of guitar picks and a new DM screen. And then he got to Steve’s.

Steve squirmed in his seat, because he knew he had blown the limit. But when he saw it he knew he had to get it for the metalhead.

He opened it up to see a black leather wallet with a skull and a red lightning bolt behind it. It had a small metal ring for a chain to be clipped onto.

Eddie looked up at him with shiny eyes. “Steve...”

“I told you I was going to get you something nice for you and your uncle letting me come over and spend Christmas with you.”

“Steve wins,” Gareth said.

“Agreed,” Jeff and Brian said together.

Steve blushed. “I’m just glad everyone enjoyed their gifts.”

“You ready for some D&D?” Eddie asked trying to change the subject. Not just because he was uncomfortable, but because he had a feeling that Steve was too.

Steve nodded. “I got some pointers from Dustin and Lucas when I dropped them off. They also let me borrow some dice.”

“That’s some friends you got there, Steve-o,” Jeff said.

They led the way inside and Steve was sat between Eddie who was DMing and Gareth.

They had just gotten settled when another boy came out of the kitchen munching away on leftover ham. Steve had to blink. He looked over at Gareth and then back to the boy.

The Corroded Coffin boys grinned.

“Meet my fraternal twin, Gethin,” Gareth said, batting his eyelashes innocently.

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit, dude. I didn’t know you were a twin.”

Gethin rolled his eyes. “I’m the cooler old brother of the pair.”

“By two minutes,” Gareth said rolling his eyes.

Gethin’s eyes glittered with malice. “Still counts, nerd.”

“Go back to your camera, dweeb!”

Steve just shook his head.

“All right, let’s roll up these characters,” Eddie said rubbing his hands together and cackling gleefully.

It took a bit for Steve to get the hang of it, but he needed less and less help from Eddie or Gareth as the game went on.

They all died spectacularly.

“That was fun,” Steve said as they cleaned up.

“It’s not that bad with a campaign normally,” Brian said. “Unless specified to be a kill your darlings kind of game.”

“The point is to get your character to level twenty and beat the final boss, right?” Steve asked.

“That’s right,” Jeff said. “Sometimes we play with the club and sometimes it’s just us four having a blast. Our characters have been a party for about three years now.”

Steve let out a low whistle. “That is a long time.”

“We’ve got a paladin, that’s Jeff,” Eddie explained. “A wizard, that’s Gareth’s character. And Brian’s rogue.”

“And your druid, right?” Steve said snapping his fingers, remembering what Eddie said at the mall.

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

Steve grinned. “That’s so cool.”

“Hey, Steve,” Jeff asked. “Is okay if me and Brian get a ride home with you. Eddie lives on the other end of town and Gareth drove so...”

Steve shrugged. “Sure. Ready when you are.”

Jeff and Brian gave Eddie and Gareth hugs and then followed Steve out.

Once Steve had left Eddie turned to Gareth.

“So how did he do?”

Eddie wasn’t going to force his friends to like Steve. They didn’t have to. But he would like them to.

“He seems pretty chill,” Gareth said. “Gotta wonder if a couple of concussions changed his personality.”

Eddie nodded. This definitely wasn’t the Steve Harrington of last year. Or hell even of their experience with the guy as a whole.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I think maybe there were flashes before this.” He threw his arms in the air. “Because yeah, head injuries can cause personality changes, but I think at the fundamentals he’s still the same person he’s always been. Just now he can be himself instead of whatever Tommy H and Carol wanted him to be.”

“A funky little dork who is just trying his best?”

“Exactly,” Eddie said. “I just wonder what made him decide to give up all the popularity.”

Gareth nodded.

*

They hung out a few times with Steve and sometimes it was just Steve and Eddie.

Eddie could tell that there was something that was bothering him. Something that went deeper than feral dogs and beat downs by California transfer students.

But every time Eddie would get close, Steve would shut down. Once he got so upset he got up and left. Eddie was on the phone every day for three days trying to apologize. It took actually going to his house and threatening to beat the door down before he got through to Steve.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Eddie growled. “What if you had another concussion and no one was around to help you, dude. You could have died.”

Steve sighed. “Sorry. I can’t talk about it. Like literally, legally on pain of incarceration can’t talk about it.”

Eddie blinked. How the hell did a seventeen year old boy get mixed up in something that could get him arrested for talking about it?

“So write me a story or paint me a picture,” Eddie said. “Something, because it’s eating you alive. Is there someone you could talk to? An adult or something because fucking hell, Harrington you look like someone walked over your grave.”

Steve dug the meat of his palms into his eyes. “I know. There are a couple people I could talk to but they have so much to worry about.”

Eddie thought for a minute. “This is about Will and El isn’t it?”

Steve’s head whirled to face him, fear etched into every line of his face. “I don’t know what you mean...”

Bingo.

“A girl turns up out of no where and boy that was dead, suddenly isn’t?” Eddie said cocking his head. “Doesn’t take a genius to figure out the two are connected.”

Steve looked down at the floor. “Whatever you can imagine, just know it’s much, much worse.”

Eddie nodded. “So I’m guessing the adults are Mrs Byers and Chief Hopper?”

Steve nodded. “And the other people that know about it are all younger than me. So...”

“So tell me a story...” Eddie said. “Change the names, the details, but tell me a story. Or paint me a series of pictures. I’ve seen drawing pads all over your place, man. Just something, anything. Okay?”

Steve sighed. “Yeah, okay. I’ll try. Because you’re right. I need to release it somehow. Keeping it bottle up inside isn’t good.”

Eddie smiled. “There you go. Now go get dressed, we’re going to grab a bite to eat.”

Steve smiled softly. “Okay.”

*

After the first week of January Steve came up to him, eyes darting around him like he was nervous. So Eddie pulled him into the janitor’s closet.

“Hey, I need you take a deep breath for me,” Eddie said as Steve started to hyperventilate.

Steve struggled to obey.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie said, soothingly, rubbing his arms up and down. “Take a deep breath.” Steve managed that at least. “Good, now let it out slow.” The breath shuddered, but still it came out slow. “Now can you repeat that for me.”

“I’m in so much trouble, man,” Steve sobbed, sliding to the floor, his knees to his chest. “We have to do a comic in art class and so I thought I would do what you suggested. Make a comic out of the hell I went through. Only Miss Chen thinks that it’s too dark and wants to call my parents.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Shit!” He began pacing back and forth. “Do you think your parents will come?”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know. But I’m terrified that if they see it...”

“They’ll lock you up and throw away the key?” Eddie suggested.

He nodded.

Eddie took a deep breath. “Okay. Do you still want it or do you want it destroyed?”

Steve opened his mouth to answer, but frowned. He closed his mouth and really thought about it. “I’d like you to see it,” he said quietly.

“All right,” Eddie said. “I won’t go into details, because you need plausible deniability. But the first page of your comic isn’t going to be there tomorrow. And hopefully with it gone, Miss Chen won’t call your parents. Okay?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie opened the door to leave when Steve called out.

“Hey, Eds?”

“Yeah, Stevie?” Eddie asked, turning back to him.

“Thanks.”

Eddie smiled softly and then made his way out of the closet, giving Steve time to collect himself before he faced the hell of high school once again.

*

Eddie couldn’t be involved in the art theft either. It would be expected. So he enlisted Gethin’s help.

“And you’ll give Janice my number?” Gethin asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

Eddie threw his arms in the air. “For the last time, yes! Besides, she probably already has it as you know, your TWIN is in the same club as she is?”

“What do you get out of this?” Gethin asked.

“I’m the one that suggested it in the first place,” Eddie admitted, putting his hands on his lower back. “So it’s my job to get him out of the trouble I put him in.”

Gethin rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Steve’s going through some pretty heavy shit, huh?”

Eddie licked his lips. “Yeah, man. I thought he could get it out safely through his art, but even though Jeff and I have turned in far worse stuff...”

“Because it’s coming from Steve, obviously he’s acting out,” Gethin supplied.

“Pretty much the whole thing in a nutshell,” Eddie said.

Gethin nodded.

“So you’ll do it?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, I’ll do it,” he said.

Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17 Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21

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[romanreignseater]

Press Play Pt. 2

Roman Reigns x Black Female! OC (Xena)

Rating: 18+

Warning: No warning really, just sad times 😔.

“Being the girlfriend to a famous divorced father of 5 wasn’t your plan at 26 years old. You trusted him with your life, so you agreed to film a little something, but now you regret ever meeting him when your whole life is exposed.”

A/N: Last part on next Sunday and it’s gonna be something special. I hope you all enjoy this part and I may or may not have given another cliffhanger.

GIF: @jeysuso

It’s been a week since the video leak and since you last saw Roman. And let’s just say the media has YET to let up.

“Roman Reigns, Rated R?! Take A Sneak Peak Into The Spicy Life Of The Hot and Heavy Heavyweight.”

“Roman Reigns Purposely Post His Sex Tape In Spite Of Ex-Wife’s New Beau?!”

“Roman’s Slut, Gold Digging Girlfriend EXPOSED For The Clout Chaser She Is.”

“Roman Reigns Losing Fans?! Did He Release His Tape In Order To Suffice His Absence On SmackDown?!”

Yeah it was a lot…

But, nonetheless you had a huge support system around you and they made you feel better.

The video wasn’t that bad as no one saw anything other than the curve of your ass. But you shouting how much of a little cock slut you were. That one part stretched across social media and your Instagram comments was filled with “I’m a little slut” and “Fuck me harder daddy.”

The day of the incident swirled in your head back and forth. The tears in Roman’s eyes was unlike anything you’ve seen before. His deep and uncontrollable breaths broke your heart.

As much as you loved him, he hurt you bad. Nearly 300 missed calls in only a week. 440 text notifications and 50 attempted FaceTime calls. Through your Ring Doorbell, you could see his many attempts to reach you in person.

You were hiding out at your best friend’s house knowing he would try to see you, but you’d have to go home soon since your best friend was going to see her family.

“You’re gonna have to go eventually sis.” You sat on her couch, wig barely on, nails chipped, tissues all around you, and a tub of ice cream as your new best friend. “Do I have to?!” You put on your best puppy dog eyes.

“Sweetie that’s not gonna work on me. I’m gonna see my family and I don’t want to come back to police tape surrounding my front yard.”

Rolling your eyes you sat up and began to clean up. “Look sis, I want to be better. You’ve always been tough and I know you’ve gotten over this. The real problem is, you’re missing Ro.” The mention of his name made you tense.

“Can we not Taylor?!”

“Xena… we have to. I know you miss him, but he didn’t mean to.” “HE HURT ME TAY.” The tears began to form in your eyes at the thought of your fall out.

Hands on hips, Taylor wasn’t feeling your reaction.

“That man has made you the happiest I’ve ever seen. It’s been THREE YEARS, you can’t just ditch out on him for something you don’t even talk about anymore. Every night it’s, ‘why did he hurt me?!’ ‘I thought he loved me.’ ‘He was supposed to be the one, we talked about marriage and kids’, and you just want to throw that away over a mistake. If I recall you agreed to a sex tape, and of course you didn’t want it out there, but it is and the best thing you could is hear him out.”

You sat down, absorbing everything Taylor just said and she was right.

Roman made a mistake, a really, stupid mistake. But, you knew his heart and knew he didn’t mean what he did. You weren’t the only suffering in this situation. His kids were suffering, his family, his business, and he himself was suffering.

“You know what you need to do Xe.”

“I do.”

“You guys still have that baecation booked and I’m pretty sure you can’t cancel.”

Your eyes jumped out of its socket in realization. You and Roman planned a little trip to Bora Bora to spend more time together.

And now… you had to come face to face with him.

Roman’s POV

I’ve called and called and called, but to no avail. Even though the clips that circulated are no longer visible, nothing can ever be erased from the internet.

My ex-wife’s barking finally stopped. My kids last four kids are pretty young, and don’t understand. My oldest daughter definitely knew what was going on. Luckily, she didn’t disown me as her father, but she definitely was disappointed. I didn’t teach her to do that, so I shouldn’t have done that.

But, the only thing on my mind was Xena.

Her smile, her eyes, her hair, her stunning body, the way she laughed, the way she hugged me, the way she kissed me, the way she looked at me , and just the overall way she loved me.

I never felt so loved by someone in my life.

I stared at the diamond ring resting on my bedside table. I came up with the idea to plan a getaway to Bora Bora, which Xena thought was just to spend more time together. But, in reality it was plan to propose.

I’ve been with this… well I guess was in a relationship with this woman for three years. My parents loved her, my kids, and even my ex-wife had a relationship with her. Lying in bed alone at night was something I haven’t felt in a long time.

The tears began to well just at the mere thought of her gorgeous smile and beautiful chemistry between us. I began to sob, missing her badly.

The trip still fluttering in my mind, as we had to leave tonight and I was afraid I’d be leaving by myself. As my tears began to dry, I heard my phone ding. Strengthening my self back up, I pick up my phone and my mouth dropped.

“La’u Tausala 🤩😈.”

iMessage

I quickly open up my phone wondering what she had to say after ignoring me for so long.

“Don’t forget about the trip, you’re supposed to pick me up at 6 tonight.”

My heart couldn’t stop beating. I could tell she wasn’t really mad at me, cause she’d totally would block me.

“Of course, I’ll be there at 6. Also, I’m really sorry angel. It was never my intent to release that tape, it was private and I invaded your privacy. I hope you could have it in your heart to understand how remorseful I am. I love you baby with every fiber in my being, and I can’t see myself without you. I’ll see you tonight ❤️.”

Seen

Xena’s POV

It was 5:54 and I was currently wrestling my luggage, trying to get it to close.

It was a trip to Bora Bora, so of course I wasn’t bailing. But, I really didn’t want to see Roman right now. Yet, Taylor was right, I missed him badly and I was totally over the comments and headlines.

The hurt in my heart still yearned and longed. Then, the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs and looked out the window. Roman’s black Escalade stood tall in my driveway. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

There he was…

Tall, dark, and handsome.

His tan and lean body clad in an all black sweatsuit, all black Jordan’s enclosing his feet.

His hair kept well in a tight ponytail. Not a strand out of place.

“Hey.”

You draw from your thoughts and spoke up.

“Hey, umm I’m still trying to get my suitcase to close so I’ll out in a second.”

“I can help out if you want.”

I contemplated whether or not I should let him in, but I just couldn’t.

“No, I-I got it. Just wait in the car for me please.” He smiled lightly and headed back to the car. I close the door and held my back against it.

“I don’t even know what’s gonna happen on this trip and honestly I don’t wanna know.”

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What’s gonna happen on the baecation?! Find out next week on the final part to “Press Play”

THE END.

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[da-rulah]

I LOVED the final part of confessional so much!! Could you share some of your headcanons about Terzo pretty please? I loved the little glimpses we saw of him in Confessional and I am a sucker for more Terzo 💜

hey bestie! thank you so much for reading it, it genuinely made my day when I saw your notifications as I love your work...

'Confessional' based Terzo headcanons? Let's get into it...

Terzo is a pervert, through and through. But like... charming.

Call him a pervert though, and he'll have a tantrum.

"Me?! No, no, no, cara mio... you have me all wrong! I am but a romantic fool, no?"

He will flirt with anything with a pulse and a pair of legs. Gender, age and physical body type do not matter to him. If you're legal and living, he'll flirt.

But... he's a sensitive little thing, too.

He'll listen to anyone's problems, his office door always open to any siblings of sin who might need to vent.

He'll offer wit and flirtation to fix any problem you're having - maybe threaten someone with sacrifice should the occasion call for it.

He's a gossip too... Especially when it comes to the affairs of the clergy.

*gasp* "She did not... Then what did he say?!"

Crying women are his kryptonite. He panics and flaps at any crying woman.

"There, there..." and awkward head pats.

Obviously his father wasn't around as a kid, and he was dragged up by a mix of his brothers Primo & Secondo - who had very different parenting styles.

Then came Copia, who he thought needed 'character building', and so he teased him mercilessly - and still does.

Just the usual... tricked him into eating dirt, put bugs in his bed, teased him about his crushes, tripped him in front of all the other kids and teenagers throughout adolescence.. that sort of thing

Maybe he took it too far, because Copia never seemed to build the same hardness to ridicule that he and his brothers had. And yes, he definitely felt guilty for that.

But he was proud of his fratellino.

He'd never show it, but he wanted nothing more than for the Ministry to take him seriously.

Terzo struggles with authority, always has.

"You can't tell me what to do" kind of attitude - probably the lack of authority in his childhood

Maybe that's why he let the power of Papacy go to his head...

Generally, he is an overgrown, excitable toddler.

His sense of humour matches that. It's part of his charm.

Dad jokes. Oh my, the dad jokes...

Think Dreamworks' "Boss Baby", but a 50-something year old Italian man. And, y'know... a slut.

He likes to get in everyone's business. A shit-stirrer, if you will.

It doesn't always work out, but when it does, no one ever hears the end of it.

"I told you so..." was like a catchphrase of his.

Basically, he's a little shit with a heart of gold and a labido that cannot be quenched.

[strellzzz]

OKAY GUYS I FINALLY GOT WIFI NOW I CAN REALLY START MAKIN STORYS. ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

I ALSO WANNA SAY THANK U FOR 50 FOLLOWERS 🩷 .

(okay so i’m gonna do my first lil fanfic)

' 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. '

(miles morales)

- you and miles have been dating for almost 3 months now.

your in your room making tiktok’s when all of sudden a message notification pop up on your phone.

- when you saw that text you was getting kind of worried cause you don’t know where this text message is gonna lead to.

you started smiling at your phone cause you loved when he called you “mamas”. you went on your clock app and set your phone to wake you up at 12:30 am cause you knew damn well you don’t be getting up early.

you put your phone down on the night stand and went to sleep.

11 hrs later ...

your alarm went off wakin u up. your half asleep and half woke. you looked at your phone and pressed snooze.

5 mins later...

your alarm went off once again. you sighed while turning to your phone pressing stop. you started stretching while getting up from your bed. you looked at your phone and you saw it's 12:37 , you thought to yourself and thought why would you set the alarm so early. you laid back in your bed and started facetiming miles. it took atleast 3 rings for him to answer , when he answered it was nothing but a black screen.

"hello ..."

when he said this you can hear nothing but his deep soft sleepy voice.

"you still sleep?"

"well i was ... but you called me.."

"why are you still up..?"

"i set my alarm to 12:30 and now i can't go to sleep."

it was a lil pause. all of sudden you heard moving noises and then you saw his tired face.

"why would you..."

you cut him off before he even finished his sentence.

"don't even ask"

"well just get ready and call me when your done"

"okay"

"ight"

he hangs up and you put your phone back on the nightstand. you got up out of your bed and went to the bathroom. you took off your clothes and went inside the shower washing every body part making sure you smell good. you get out the shower grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your body. you looked in the mirror while grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste brushing your teeth.

after doing your skin care routine and everything else you went to your room to try and find clothes to wear.

( just visualize what you want to wear )

you found the clothes you want to wear and you placed them on the bed. you took your towel off and started drying yourself with it. you started putting your bra and your underwear on. you eventually started putting on your clothes.

you took off your bonnet that you had on your head. eventually you started calling him.

he answered.

"im on my way"

"well damn."

"yeah. im just quick like that"

"you wanna see my outfit?"

"nah. surprise me."

you placed your phone down where he can only see your celling. you started putting on perfume and putting on your shoes.

all of sudden you started hearing a honk outside your house. you looked out your window. it's him

"im outside"

"okay give me a min."

you hung up and grabbed your purse while putting stuff in there like your lipgloss and wallet etc. you walked to your front door leaving your house.

you went up to his car. he got out the car and walked to you kissing you on your lips. he stopped and started looking at you.

"you look so good mama.. and smell real good."

"thank youu" you started smilin.

he opened the front door for you. you got inside the car , he made sure you was in there for he won't close the door on your foot or leg. he walked to his side of the car and got in.

he starts driving to his house. eventually you guys got there. you both got out the car and went inside the house.

as you and him were walking in he leads you to the living room. you see his mom and dad sitting on the couch together.

"mom. dad. this is y/n."

they both got up and walked towards you and him.

his mom: so this is the girl you always talk about!

she looks at you.

his mom: it's so nice to meet you! and you look so pretty!

"thank u!" you smiled.

his dad: better looking then that white girl he was talking too.

she turned around to jefferson and gave him that look.

his dad: WHAT ?? i'm just saying !! i didn't like her and you didn't either.

"dad..please " he started covering his face 🤦🏾‍♂️ .

his dad: my bad my bad.

his mom: anyways...

she looked back at you.

his mom: make yourself at home !

"okay thank you !"

miles grab your hand and took you to his room.

his dad: U BETTA KEEP THAT DOOR OPEN TO A BARE MINIMUM.

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i know it's alotta details 😭😭😭 i hope y'all like it also should i do a part 2 ?

[jeardesus7]

Cousin!Shigaraki x fem!reader bday head cannon 🥳

(Couldn't find the name of whom this picture belongs to. Message me for credits <3)

TW: Incest, non-con, creepy older cousin Tomura, other things I can't think of.

Your cousin's birthday is soon, and your parents are nagging you to do something with him. You always dreaded his birthday, he was weird and creepy.

So while you're in your room, pondering on what you and your cousin should do together, thinking of anything you could do that wouldn't require getting near him, you got a call.

You pick up the phone and answer the call, putting the phone to your ear, hearing a voice that you recognize as your uncle's.

"Hey darlin', how ya doin'? I got a favor to ask ya," Your uncle started, his voice sounding a bit rushed.

"Your cousin Tomura's birthday is right around the corner, and I was supposed to hang out with him that day. I was hoping you'd be willing to be with him. I'll order you both food so you won't starve."

Your uncle explained, sounding a little more commanding than asking.

"But I-"

"Gotta go, darlin'. Thanks!'

Your uncle cut you off before you could get a word in, hanging up the phone before you could continue your sentence. You sighed in annoyance, rubbing your temples, laying your head on the pillow as you close your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

You woke up early in the morning, bladder full. You rubbed your eyes before opening them, looking to the side. You groaned loudly when the time read 5:46 AM, eyes full of dread as you saw what day it was.

You stumbled out of bed, going to the bathroom, taking care of your business before returning to your room, going back to sleep. When you woke up again, it was 10 till 8, the sun shining into your room. Your eyes opened, heavy with sleep as you got up, grabbing your phone.

Today was the 4th, the day you've been praying to never arrive. You looked through your notifications on the lock screen, seeing multiple messages from your cousin.

7:10 AM - Tomura: "Hey! Are we gonna hang out today?"

7:14 AM - Tomura: "I got a few games for us to play today."

7:15 AM - Tomura: "Make sure to wear that mini skirt today."

The last message made your skin crawl and stomach growl in disgust, and you almost didn't even consider it. Until you got a new message.

7:50 AM - Tomura: "Wear the skirt, don't disappoint me."

You were fuming as you read the new message, but you knew better than to disappoint your cousin. You got dressed, put on the mini skirt, a tank top and a cropped sweater.

You went downstairs. Your parents are already gone. They left you a few strips of bacon and toast. You left both of them, the thought of being anywhere near your cousin already making you nauseous, you didn't need any food that might actually make you vomit.

You put your shoes on and left the house, beginning to walk to your cousin's house. You had a lump in your throat each time you passed a sign that indicated you were getting closer. You were trying to go as slow as you can, but that didn't matter since you were already approaching the front patio.

You take a deep breath as you approach his door, raising your balled fist to knock. The door flung open before your knuckles could connect with the door, your cousin looking down at you with a disgusting grin that makes you wanna puke.

He leaned against the door frame, his eyes looking up and down your body like you're a piece of meat. He reached out, grabbing the hem of your skirt and tugging on the fabric, lifting it up slightly with fake ignorance as he urged you to come inside

"Hey, hun. You look good in the skirt. Come in." He stepped back, watching as you hesitantly walked inside. He carefully ran his fingers through your hair, smirking at you when you looked back at him.

You wanted to leave so bad, but your uncle was depending on you to spend the day with Tomura since it was his birthday. So you stayed.

He invited you to sit down, on the couch, sitting down himself. You tried not to look, but you could see the twitching bulge in his pants, and he noticed.

As you sat down, your skirt rode up, and he could see your panties. His smirk widened into one of pure lust.

He grabbed the remote control, turning on the television, pretending to distract himself with some dumb movie. He put his hand on your knee, teasingly stroking it. He pretended to not notice, making you confused on what to do.

It made you sick to your stomach that he was touching you, let alone sitting so close. Slowly, he slid his hand up, so far up that it goes underneath your skirt.

After some time, he leans closer to you, whispering in your ear.

"I've really missed you... Why don't we play a few games?" He asked, moving his hand to your inner thigh.

You were about to say no or smack his hand away, but he was too quick. He extended his other hand, grabbing your face and pressing his nasty chapped lips onto your cheek, slowly moving to your lips. His tongue invaded your mouth as you gasped for air, desperately trying to get away from him.

His grip tightened on your face as he pushed his fat tongue deeper into your mouth. You gagged and choked as you felt the wet, squishy muscle slither down your throat, your lips turning blue as you whine and squirm under him.

When he finally pulls away, you take a big, deep breath, breathing heavily. His hands slide underneath your shirt, pushing you down into the couch as he hovers over you, kissing down your neck, chuckling darkly as he leaves little nibbles on your sensitive skin. His lips travel down to your chest, lifting your shirt and moving his hands carefully to grope your chest before he kisses between your sensitive nubs.

He plants a few kisses above your nipples, kissing his way down your stomach until he gets to your skirt. He smirked and looked up at you, making sure to maintain eye contact with you as he lifts up the hem, his gaze shifting to your panties.

Slowly, he pulls them down, his eyes lighting up as he sees your tight entrance. He brought a hand down, using his index and middle finger to feel you.

You weren't very wet, and it made him a bit disappointed, but he was still so excited to be able to fuck you mercilessly, especially since it was just you two in the house.

"Hmm, you're not as wet as I was hoping you'd be, and I haven't had time to get lube. Guess we're just gonna have to do this without it."

His words filled you with horror at the thought of getting railed with no lube, not. You felt your eyes water with tears, but he continued, fingering your dry hole. He sat up, his hands going to his pants, pulling them down to his knees.

Your eyes widened as your face became all flushed with emotion, your tears falling as your lip quivers. You begin to sob as he lines the tip of his member at your entrance, coating it with a thin layer of his precum.

He pushed your legs up, holding them over his shoulders as he pushes in slowly, moaning as your walls open up for his cock. He moves his hips slowly, making sure that each thrust is agonizing for you.

He grunts and groans as he picks up the pace, still remaining a steady pace while also forcefully thrusting himself inside you. He looks down at you, grinning sadistically when seeing your tear-filled eyes, which only serve to fuel his insatiable lust more.

He begins to roughly slam himself into your snatch, laughing at you when you begin to cry out. You dig your nails into the fabric of the sofa, ripping it slightly but you don't seem to notice.

with a final thrust, he lets out a loud moan before releasing his hot, creamy seed inside of you, pumping your womb full of his warm jizz. He breathed heavily, his eyes rolling back as his balls throb from the intensity of his orgasm.

He grins again, leaning down and licking the salty tears off your cheeks, looking into your eyes.

"That was great.. next time, stimulate yourself before coming over so you're not so damn dry. It feels better wet."

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Happy birthday you old man 🫶

[muc4henik]

Pt.2 Bash in Berlin or some kind of fuc4ing adventure (Org. Bash in Berlin или какие-то ху€вые приключения (clickable))

Hey! This fanfic was translated by me from my native language, I used a translator and manual translation, so there may be inaccuracies, you can point out the errors in the comments

wc: 1329

tags: L4B,Joke fanfiction,Girlpenis,Anal orgasm,Anal sex,Germany,Hotels,Smoking, Weed,Blowjob,Foul language,Vomit,Drunk sex,Sex toys,Strapons,Mentions of drugs, Humor,Messages

After a few seconds, Liv was getting annoyed that the object of her dirty fantasies was ignoring her. Liv wrote, “Rfheea paaleeease I neeeeed yu.” Morgan could barely hit the phone keypad, trying to write something coherent. After a minute of ignoring her, Liv began spamming Rhea with everything on her screen: symbols, emoji, gifs, and other incoherent nonsense. Rhea's phone was flooded with notifications, and the iPhone was always on, which finally woke Ripley up. Rhea decided to look at her phone and see who was so persistent, texting so many messages. Liv meanwhile was already hysterical, the weed was working and the frustration of being ignored was taking its toll. Rhea opened direct and saw over 50 messages from Liv Morgan. Ripley made a grimace and clicked on chat. After polishing off all of Liv's ramblings, Rhea wondered - surely all was well? Maybe Liv needed help? Rhea tapped the keys on her phone and dialed, “Are you okay? Or are you and Dom trolling me?”. Liv's eyes lit up when she saw the answer.  Liv began typing rapidly, “RHJEA HERE ARE CATFISHEES2IO!!!!! CCCATFISH!!!!! DON'T LET THE CATFISH IN!!! CATEEFISH ARE EVERYWHERE.” Rhea raised an eyebrow and thought it was a joke, but on the other hand it was highly alarming. - “What catfish?” the question was obvious. - "CATFISH, MTYYTYSTERIO ACATFISHH AND CANNIBALLL!!! HE SMELLS LIKE NUGGETS-- AND NUGGETS ARE MADE OF HUMAN MEAT.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" - Again, Morgan impulsively typed out the answer, tapping her fingers rapidly. - "What 💀" - Ripley was already laughing at this. – «RHRAAEA KITTY I WADNT TO FUUUCK I'M SCARESD OF MISTERIOUSS I WANT ONLY YOUR TOUMNGUE IN MY PUSSY🥰💋🥰🥰😭😭😭😌😍😍😍😍🥲🥲😏😭😭😭😭💦💦💦💦» - an overexcited Morgan was taken in another direction. - "Are you stoned,huh? Go see a drug doctor, Germany has good medicine." - Ripley just wanted to put her phone away to forget this strange dialog, but Morgan immediately continued - "PLEASE PLEASE LICK ME WITH YOUR HUGE TONGUE ALL MY CUNT AND EAT ME ALLFSDKK👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅" - Liv was tapping the screen harder and harder, her hands were shaking and her breathing was intermittent. - "sleep." - Ripley wanted to finally sleep, not listen to Morgan's insane trolling or the opposite of Morgan's fucked up wishes. Liv finally texted, “I'll be there soon, kittyyyyyyyyyyyy💋💋💋💋😍😍😍😍”. Rhea ignored this, and rolling her eyes, turned off her phone. Ripley turned on her other side and tried to sleep again. Morgan, meanwhile, was trying to pull herself together and look more presentable, though her red eyes gave away her stoned state. Liv went to hail a cab....

There was a knock on the door. Rhea opened her eyes in surprise. What the hell? Rhea carefully walked to the room door and looked through the keyhole. She saw a familiar top and blonde hair. – «Shit...» - wrestler whispered and carefully opened the door. In front of her face was Liv with a satisfied fuck and red-eyes as if she were a South Park Towelie. The red-eyed girl pressed herself against the opposite wall and said, «There you are.... I want you soooooooooooooo badly, my body is all humming!!!!» - Liv reached for Rhea for a hug, but she grabbed her by the collar and said, “Have you any sense? How did they even let you in? You're going to be carried back upside down out of here!”.

Morgan immediately started making a crying face like she did on one of the RAWs where Dominik told her to fuck off. Rhea rolled her eyes and said -“ Just explain - how!?” Liv got a little wobbly and began the story, “Well...that is.... I got into a cab. he was saying something in German...eek...fucked up... I threw up on him, I think.... he was saying something to me...schaize...faprpis dich... I don't fucking understand... he threw me out and I went to you... but the Germans are so smart....” Morgan reached into her purse and pulled out. DILDO, a fucking strap. - "Cool thing... "- Liv darted her eyes at Rhea as her face twisted and she pulled her redditor into the room and shut the door loudly. Rhea tried to calm down and talk, but Morgan just jumped on top of Rhea and wrapped her legs around her and pressed her lips firmly into her beloved lips. Rhea had a hard time unhooking that koala with a frenzy and threw her on the bed. - "Are you fucked up? I'll get security, fucker."-  - Ripley became as rough as her character in the ring. Morgan meanwhile ignored any of Rhea's wails and screams and just knelt down in front of Rhea and began licking her thighs, drooling profusely. Rhea pulled her leg back and said, “You asked for it, get your asshole ready.” Rhea looked at the strapon on the carpet and deftly slipped the fancy accessory on herself. - Get on your knees and give me a blowjob. - Ripley said and took Morgan by the hair and put Liv on her knees. Morgan obediently got on her knees and prepared her mouth for the coming entrance. Ripley smirked smugly and inserted the plastic aggregate into Morgan's mouth. Morgan moaned softly and sucked droolingly. Liv looked up at Rhea and she said to her, “Okay, let's go deeper.” Rhea took hold of Morgan's hair and began fucking her mouth more intensely. As she quickened her pace, Rhea began to say, “Who's the Mami? Who's always on top? А? Come on, it's like you have a dick in your mouth.” Morgan ignored the remark and just pointed her finger at Rhea and said through her drool with the feel of the strap in her mouth, “Y......y...y...you...gulpgulpgulp” Ripley smiled even wider and showed her tongue with the shiny piercing. This turned Liv on even more and she could feel her panties already wet just from the sight of Rhea.  When Ripley had thoroughly enjoyed Morgan's blowjob, she grabbed her by the hair and pulled Liv's fucking face away from the toy, a huge slobbering string forming between them. Rhea wrestler-style threw the stoned Liv, who was getting fucked up again, onto the bed and began ripping her denim shorts off. When the path to her asshole was cleared, Rhea didn't hesitate to start drilling Liv's asshole with the strap, quickening the pace, creating spanks that spread throughout the room. Liv moaned muffledly, resting her cheek on the bed while drooling on the sheets. Rhea drove the strap back and forth faster into Liv's anus and the heat in the room made the two's cheeks flush and sweat run in rivers. After a couple minutes, Liv started moaning intermittently and clutched the blanket and cummed right on the blanket. Rhea removed the dildo with a cocky grin and threw it on the floor. -" Well, mein Schlampe, are you satisfied?" - Rhea slapped Liv's ass to the red mark. Liv grinned as she lay back on the bed with her ass backed up, unable to move it away. Ripley rolled her guest over and laid her on the bed. - "You're such a fool... "- Rhea admitted, ruffling her red-eyed friend's hair. Liv's red eyes were already closing and she was already falling asleep, leaning against Rhea's thighs. Ripley glanced at the clock, 4:30am. - "Cool... "- Rhea said sarcastically and left her red-eyed monster on her lap and fell asleep.

At about 10 am, Rhea slowly opened her eyes and shuddered a little when she saw the blond wonder in bed, but smiled because she remembered what a night she'd had. Liv woke up a couple minutes later, feeling heavy in her head, as if she'd been hit with a jackhammer. Morgan looked around unhappily, realizing it wasn't her room. Ripley quietly crept up and took Morgan by the chin and licked Liv's entire cheek, leaving a long drool trail. - "So, are you going to work off your nighttime crime?" - A startled Liv turned her head toward her bedmate....

[the-iceni-bitch]

Respect My Persistence

Kinkmas Day 8: Quickie

Relationship: Ari Levinson x Jake Jensen (Bear and Cubby, NLLYL)

Words: ~1.6k

Summary: What else can you do when the kids are all occupied?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, barely there prep, spit as lube, anal fingering, daddy kink, feminization, anal cream pie) established relationship, DILFS!!!!!!!!, babies! Toddlers! Twins! Sporty girl!! SPOILERS!! Excessive fluff and softness, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: GAAAAAHHH!!!!! Their family is so cute and big and it’s too much to handle. They are such good dads!! I’m sobbing 😭

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“Rach, do you have your cleats?” Ari put a hand on the top of Isaac’s head when he moved around him to open the fridge, shaking his head when Rachel ran back into the house to grab the gear she’d almost left. “Good job, sweet pea. You’re going to Mari’s after practice?”

“Yeah, quit it!” Rachel swatted at Eli when he threw a grape at her, sticking her tongue out at her brother when Ari gave the boy a stern look before she wrapped her arms around him and let him kiss the top of her head. “Where’s daddy?”

“They’re all asleep, I don’t know how I did it. Bean!” Jake grinned at their daughter when he walked downstairs and she ran to him, catching her when she jumped into his arms and swinging her around happily. “Did you wait just to say goodbye to me?”

“She almost forgot her cleats.” Ari moved back to packing the twins’ lunch and Micah’s bag, nodding when he heard a honk and Rach just shouted goodbye before running to the front door. “Love you too, sweet pea! Say hi to you uncle Curtis!”

“Look at you, you ate all your peas!” Jake scooped Micah out of the high chair when he squealed at him, kissing his chubby little toddler cheeks and letting him pull on his shirt while he told Jake all about the bug he saw on the window. “You’re gonna see even more bugs with your aunt and uncle, you’re gonna love it. Did you pack the sunscreen for them, bear?”

“SPF 50, I packed it. You two settle down.” Eli and Isaac immediately stopped running at the sound of their father’s voice, both apologizing and going to put on their shoes. “Ran and gorgeous should be here any minute, does little bubba here need to potty before the zoo?”

“No!” They both laughed when he shook his head with a furious pout on his face before he immediately shrieked with happy laughter when the front door opened again. “Auntie!! Zoo!!”

“Okay, go say hi!” Jake set him down and watched him toddle off to greet you and Ransom, the twins also zooming past to jump on your husband while you kneeled down to hold your arms open for the kiddo. “Sunscreen, sandwiches, the epipen is in there?”

“Cub, I packed all of it and checked it twice.” Ari wound an arm around Jake’s shoulders and kissed his temple when he let out a little huff, only disconnecting when you wandered in with the toddler on your hip while Ran still wrestled with the twin. “Hey gorgeous.”

“Hi Ar.” You grinned when he and Jake both moved to kiss your cheeks at the same time, scrunching up your face and laughing softly when Micah squeaked and buried his face in your shoulder. “That my little muffin’s bag?”

“Mmhm. Drysdale, come help your wife! Oi, little dudes!” Jake managed to catch both twins by the shoulders when they ran back into the room and gave them a serious look while Ransom took the bag from Ari and gave him a hug. “You two listen to your aunt and uncle and stay with them, we are not going to have a repeat of the beach incident, understand?”

“Yes dad.” Even though they squirmed when Jake hugged them and kissed their foreheads, they still hugged him back, hugging Ari too before following Ransom out of the house with matching grins on their faces. “Bye pop!”

“G’bye! Thank you again for this, gorgeous.” Ari hugged you again, pinching Micah’s cheek and kissing his little nose before letting you go. “Have fun!”

“We always do.” You let Jake peck you on the lips as you walked towards the front door, shaking your head when you heard your husband telling the twins they could probably convince you to let them pet one of the snakes.

“Oh my god, it’s so quiet.” Jake took a deep breath once the front door was closed, leaning back on the counter and sighing to himself while Ari lounged against the fridge across from him. “It’s weird.”

“It really is.” Ari shrugged when he tried to get used to the lack of noisy children as he stared at his husband, crossing his arms as he felt his chest getting warm at that beautiful crooked smile and the slightly rumpled but still very tight t-shirt the kids had gotten him for Father’s Day. “All three of the dumplings are really asleep?”

“Yeah.” Jake could feel his breathing get shallow as he stared back at Ari, the way his forearms flexed over his broad chest and the silver hairs that had just recently started appearing in his beard doing a lot of things to him. “It’s like a miracle.”

Ari grunted in agreement and dragged his teeth over his bottom lip and that was it. Jake barely had a chance to draw in a breath before Ari was on him, letting his lips part and whining softly when the larger man lifted him onto the counter and licked into his mouth while he worked furiously to undo his jeans.

“Jesus Christ.” Ari groaned when Jake buried his hands in his hair, biting his bottom lip and tugging on it while he yanked his jeans down past the curve of his ass. “When was the last time we had sex when the sun was still up?”

“I don’t want to think about it, just hurry.” Jake whimpered when Ari spat lewdly on his fingers before reaching between them to slide one into Jake’s ass. “They could wake up anytime, no prep.”

“Cubby, you know you need some prep.” Ari chuckled when Jake bit his ear and wrapped his fist around his fat cock as he stretched his baby out, slipping in a second finger and driving his hips into his husband’s hand while he stroked him. “But not a lot.”

“I don’t fucking care, my tight boy pussy is so goddamn hungry.” Jake purred at the feral sound Ari made at that declaration, rolling his body beautifully and batting his eyelashes at the man he had wrapped around his finger. “I need that fat Daddy cock.”

“Yeah you fucking do, little brat.” Ari kissed Jake deeply and pulled his fingers out of him, leaning on his hands and huffing out sharp breaths into his boy’s mouth while Jake lined him up. “Such a needy boy for Daddy’s dick, gonna take the whole thing like my good boy, huh cub?”

“Yeah, mmm, yeah… Daddy…” Jake practically sobbed when Ari grabbed his knees and pressed them together up to his chest, the feeling of his massive dick thrusting into his ass making his vision almost black out. “Love this thick cock, turn my pretty pussy out, Daddy, please.”

“Good fucking boy.” Ari started snapping his hips against Jake’s ass viciously, giving that plump curve a good smack and licking his lips at the way it jiggled deliciously for him. “Letting Daddy fuck you like a little slut right on the counter, so goddamn pretty watching that pink little pussy swallow me whole.”

Jake was struggling to answer Ari when he could feel his dick rearranging his guts, whimpering every time his hips met his ass and trying not to get too loud. It was so hard though, being only half dressed and pressed into the counter and fucked so roughly he was choking on it made his pleasure build so fast he knew it was going to be explosive.

“Daddy… daddydaddydaddy…” Jake was desperate, his gut winding tighter and tighter and his dick twitching against his abs while he gazed at Ari with glazed over eyes. “Come in my cunt, I need Daddy’s cum, fuck it deep.”

“Dirty boy, gonna fill you up.” Ari ground his dick deep and bit off a growl when Jake clenched around him. “Little pussy’s gonna be so full you can’t even hold it all in. Wanna watch your pretty prick make a mess for me first though, baby boy.”

It didn’t even take anything else, just those words and the way Ari’s cock was driving against his sweet spot made Jake’s entire body quake, Ari leaning forward in a rush and smashing his lips to Jake’s to swallow the shriek that was ripped from his chest while he fell apart. Jake couldn’t stop shaking when his cum shot all over his torso, gazing into Ari’s eyes and taking shaky breaths while he tried his best to get himself under control. But he couldn’t when his bear growled and throbbed inside him, whimpering when he felt that comfortable warmth getting pumped into his guts with deep rolls of his husband’s hips.

“Ari, holy fuck.” Jake finally took a full breath when Ari collapsed on top of him, smiling against his lips and pulling gently on his hair while his bear rubbed his hips. “I made a mess all over my shirt.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, baby.” Ari leaned back and sighed as he pulled out, pulling Jake’s jeans and boxers back into place before helping his husband out of his stained shirt. “I got too excited.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Jake wound his arms around Ari’s neck and purred when the man trailed his lips over his jaw, frowning a little when he heard one of the babies stirring over the monitor. “Ugh, I knew it was too good to last.”

“No, Jake, you go get in the shower.” Ari shook his head when Jake made a face like he was going to argue. “You were up with them half the night, let me get them settled again then I’ll join you. I’ll even suck your pretty dick and let you take a nice nap when we’re done.”

[tonypostt]

OUSJDG HI CREATIVELY COSMIC HERE.. i had to do a double take when i saw the notif that you reblogged our art and THANK U SM ?

hhh is genuinely a fantastic pokepasta and i couldn't get enough of it once i started wrapping my head around it. we've always been a HUGE fan of more abstract, interpretative, and experimental work so seeing a pokepasta go ALL IN on that approach was fantastic and i genuinely think it's one of our favorites now.

everything about how it was written really.. struck a chord with us. I COULD BE SO FAR OFF THE MARK im so sorry but im trying to articulate it. something about memory loss and identity loss and dissassociation. and how vulnerable it leaves you and how desperate you can become for an escape, no matter how much that escape hurts, because its surely better than the alternative. becoming dependent on something or someone that pains you because theres nothing else to turn to or so you believe.. and eventually it's all you know and turning back seems impossible. and you just fall deeper and deeper because the more it hurts the more it at least feels real and its become synonymous with comfort. its a very potent work to me is what im saying

as for the sylveon in my head its like 50% hexi. half the time its normal the other half it is absolutely NOT. im really glad you liked our art regardless though hasjfjgd

i hope you dont mind us rambling a bit uh!! i want to try and do better at letting people know how much the stuff they make means to me where im able. and happy hardcore hexidream hit HARD (in a good way)

HIII SORRY FOR ANSWERING SO LATE YOU SENT THIS LIEK RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF NESS (ALTER) STARTING TO PLAY SPLATOON 1 WHICH HE HAS BEEN WAITING TO DO FOR LIEK . A MONTH NOW (you know how it is with those Autistic People /LH)

I AM . SOOOSOSOOSOSOOOOOOOSOSOOSOO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT HHH RESONATED WITH YOU SO MUCH . LIEK IM NOT EVEN KIDDING . esp as the years go by and i form what HHH is in my head more (which will probably not ever be a concrete thing . Liek i just think that's the nature of HHH) and i just even let it sit with Me The Author . it's also just kind of one-of-a-kind in my writing where it started as a one-off but then grew into something instead of me planning out 745395764385634895643987 different multimedia projects HSDKJFGDSKJLFGKJSD .

and liek . DONT WORRY ABOUT BEING "OFF THE MARK" WITH HHH BECAUSE THERE IS NO MARK . my dream is to have a world filled with a billion different HHH takes ..... Because honestly that was what it was made for (or . i guess . Continued for ? it was originally a vent with the first two parts being posted . Twwwoooooo years ago ??? On the pokepasta wiki ????? Fuck i can't remmeber im barely even fronting rn JSKLDFGHDKSJ) , to be talked about and theorized about and just . Conversed . Hexi is everything to me (and she is everything to you !)

WITH THAT BEING SAID . I ABSOLUTELY LOVE UR INTERPRETATION SO MUCH . i think a good amount of people kinda miss the subtle themes of trauma in HHH especially if they haven't read my other stuff or know me personally . Mostly because they're probably overwhelmed by the material itself and i dont blame themJLKJSDGFLKJSDGK . you could interpret hexi as either the truama , the effects of it , a reflection of how one views their own trauma or themselves within it , etc . But liek i said that's also only one side of the picture too even within the aspect of it being focused around trauma . the Situation could be representative of the trauma or a flashback . Or it could be some kind of a conversation situation . Or it could be a person . Or it could all be fake . Or it could be the person having a Funky Time !

and theres even more that you could do with this . liek . I feel a bit bad for not being able to put as much as much as i could into the updates that came after the first two chapters/parts to imply Other Things:tm: other than the fact that there's just random chaos going on , mostly because HHH is the type of story where you spot a new sentence you haven't read before and it changes EVERYTHING .

Also shoutouts to the fact that executive dysfunction affects my writing very disproportionately and the fact that there's supposed to be a massive update on april 4th that i dont even know if i can write let alone on time . I WOULD LOVE TO PUT IT OUT I JUST . BRAAAINSJDFHKDSKGSJKD

ALSO IRT SYLVEON . YOU ARE STRONGER THAN GOD FOR HAVING HEXI IN YOUR HEAD (/J i know fictives aren't their source) . ALSO PLS TELL IT HI FOR ME IF POSSIBLE i think it is so swag

ALSO NO WORRIES I . HAVE CLEARLY RAMBLED A BIT MORE in fact there's stuff ive rambled about on previous asks regarding HHH . if you enjoyed HHH you'd probably like my other stuff even if atm i dont have a Ton that is as Crazysillay as HHH !!! they can be found on my AO3 (tonyboyy) . Also obligatory mention to ness's splatoon visual novel that is in the works because im INSANE about it . He hasnt posted about it at all in order to avoid spoilers but just know that whenever last dovesong releases i will fly to the moon . ANYWAY THANK U FOR UR ASK !!!!!!!!

[bighndrxx]

smile: eren jaeger

chapter 7: ‘still here’ summary: eren and kodi spend the day together lowercase intended previous chapter -> chapter 6

it was early in the morning and kodi was awake, surprisingly. she had no intention of waking up this early on this very wednesday, but she was somewhat glad she did.

eren would text her every morning since they exchanged numbers. he'd say good morning to her every day around 7AM. kodi would respond at 11, seeing as she wasn't a morning person. today though she woke up at 8, and so she responded to eren at this time. kodi groaned in frustration as she heard her phone ringing only to see a facetime notification from the contact 'eren'.

"what" she said after picking up, she held the camera towards her ceiling in order to avoid her face.

"what you doing?" he asked. kodi looked at his background, noticing he was exiting a gym. "what it look like" she responded, putting her the top of her head in the camera to show her headboard behind her. eren chuckled slightly at her response before he spoke again. “let’s get breakfast” he said. kodi almost said no solely for the fact that she wanted to go back to sleep, but she didn’t. they agreed on eren picking her up at 9 which gave kodi less than 50 minutes to get ready. she made the most of it, turning her room almost upside down to find a subtle outfit that was cute enough but wasn't dramatic. she was excited, as if this was their first date. she slipped on her skims legging set, wanting to be comfortable as she intended to eat a lot. after grabbing her coat she was ready at exactly nine, of course she knew he wouldn't be there at the exact time but when 9:30 passed she grew suspicious, she checked her phone repeatedly until it was 10. eren still wasn't there, she gave up, not bothering to check her phone any longer. she walked up the stairs heading towards the kitchen to put a breakfast together.

kodi was surprised when she saw eren and kayden having a discussion at the front door, looking more serious than usual. the two saw her and immediately stopped their conversation. she looked at the both of them, her face holding an annoyed expression. she was ready to curse out eren the next time her texted her, so seeing him an hour late talking to her brother instead of her was enough to piss her off more than she had already been. eren read her expression immediately, speaking before she had the chance to. "I'm sorry something came up.. you ready?" he asked her nervously. kodi looked him up and down noticing his face and body language looked more distressed than she'd seen regularly. "yeah" she said simply. kayden looked at his sister then back to eren, "ya'll have fun.." he said as he turned towards the hall he side eyed eren while walking away mumbling under his breath "not too much fun"

eren opened the passenger door for kodi before going to sit in the drivers. the ride was silent for the first few minutes until kodi let her curiosity get the best of her. "what came up" she said, coming out like a statement instead of a question. eren didn't respond, he noticed she'd do that often, all of her questions demanded answers. "what came up" she said again waiting for an answer. "nothing important" he responded, kodi looked at him for a minute, noticing he'd been more quiet than usual. "why are you lying" she said, her question coming out like a statement once more. she looked at him again, noticing his face growing for irritated and his hand tightening around the steering wheel. kodi leaned against the window, putting a distance between her and eren. “you want me to take you back home?” he asked her. the tension in the car was evident and he didn’t want it to carry on into the restaurant. “mm mm” she shook her head no, still looking outside the window.

“kodi” he said her name, not wanting to speak to her without looking. she turned towards eren allowing him to talk. “i’m sorry i was late but I'm here now so stop looking gloomy and shit" he said, placing his hand on her thigh after. "okay" she looked at him, nodding slightly. eren smiled at her response before he spoke again. "why you always look at me like that?" he asked “you never smile.. your shit like perfect too and you never show it off" he said looking ahead at the road. kodi shrugged. “i do smile” she said as she connected her phone to the aux.

she tried her best to not act like she was still bothered but she was. she didn’t care that he was late, she felt as though the both of them were hiding something from her and she didn’t like it. kodi tried not to think about it but she still was, and eren noticed. neither of them brought it up, for the sake of the rest of the day. they reached the restaurant, which was confusing to kodi as she thought they’d go to an iHop.

“cmon” he reached for her hand, grabbing it as they walked to the entrance together. kodi’s stomach began to flutter as if a million butterflies were moving around in it. she felt happy. upon entrance they found a table immediately. they sat in a booth, talking about any and everything that popped into either of their heads.

“what are you getting” kodi asked eren while she read the menu as she couldn’t decide what she owanted. she looked up to find eren typing on his phone with an annoyed expression. “pancakes” he answered shortly. she pursed her lips before looking back at the menu. the waitress took their orders shortly after.

“you’re quiet” eren said as he watched kodi scroll through her phone while they waited for their food. kodi shrugged “i’m hungry” she said while she looked at her face phone. eren sighed “everyone believes you when you start acting like this?” he asked her, making her look up from her phone. ever since they started talking eren watched her do everything when they were together. he paid attention to ever detail about her wether she noticed or not. “what's wrong”

kodi thought about what to say for a minute before she responded. “it doesn’t matter” was all she said making eren sigh in frustration. he disregarded it and changed the topic. “you wanna run some errands after this?” he asked her. kodi nodded, almost smiling. their food arrived right after, making kodi smile fully. eren watched her as she pulled out her phone, taking a picture of both his and her plate. "waffles are better in my opinion"

"I didn't ask for your opinion"

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the drive to target was much less silent than the one to breakfast. kodi spent the majority of the time singing along to whatever song she played from her phone. “you can’t sing by the way” eren said as he stopped his car. “they said this about beyonce too” kodi responded as she stepped out.

“no? they didn’t?”

they entered the store, kodi walked beside eren as he pushed the cart, grabbing small items on the way. she watched him while she talked about anything that came into her mind. he grabbed random items as they walked around the store, ranging from notebooks to hair ties. as they approached the women's clothing section kodi spotted a pair of leggings and grabbed them immediately. "eren, which one" she held up two pairs of flared leggings, one grey one black. she stared at the both of them for a while before answering. "both" he said. kodi rolled her eyes. "I don't have both money" she said, holding both of the leggings closer to his face ushering him to pick one. "then I'll get them" he said grabbing both of the leggings out of her hands. "oh"

they began to walk towards the art supplies isle. kodi watched as eren picked up a couple of sketchbooks before she wandered off to find candles to smell. she looked at the row of candles in front of her, not thinking about any of them. she thought about eren, about how she knew so little about him but felt like she wanted to be with him all the time. regardless of the secrets he kept from her, she felt like he had an aura that allowed her to be calm...similar to the candles she looked at as she was lost in thought. "this one smells good" erens voice said, she jumped slightly, not noticing he had followed her. she took the candle from his hands, smelling it for herself. "mhm" she smiled as she liked the scent of the candle. eren grabbed the candle and headed over to checkout.

as they walked out kodi checked her phone seeing multiple text messages from jean. she didn't open them, she didn't want to become upset again while she was out with eren. she felt a wave of guilt knowing eren and jean were close friends, knowing she had been with the both of them and eren didn't know. kodi sat in eren's car, looking straight ahead. “i’m spending the night” eren told her, making her head turn in confusion. “that’s what i was talking to kayden about” he said shortly after. kodi didn’t respond, one of kayden’s friends would be there when she woke up every morning ever since their dad had left for his latest business trip so this was nothing new. she didn’t understand why it was so serious, she didn’t let herself get bothered by it either.

when they reached kodi's house she noticed a car in the drive way, she recognized jean's car and immediately frowned, confused as to why he wasn't at his campus. they walked in the house, immediately hearing yelling coming from the basement. kodi rolled her eyes as she locked the front door, not surprised to hear kayden and jean arguing over nothing. kodi and eren walked down the stairs, catching almost everyones attention. her eyes scanned the room, noticing the usual people that were always there-- that being connie and jean, surprisingly, armin wasn’t. "kodi!" connie said, squealing in excitement. "oh." he said looking at the target bags in the both of their hands. "yall went to target?.. they fucking. raw." he said turning back to jean who slapped the top of his head. "ow nigga? all I'm saying is if you see me in target with a bitch we fucking raw" jean smacked his head again.

"hey connie" kodi said before she set the bags down in her room, coming out right after to see what the two were arguing about. "so you eat cereal with cold milk? and you think that's normal?" jean asked yelling at kayden. "what? yes?" kayden responded dumbfounded at the argument jean was making.

kodi looked between the both of them, realizing they were arguing over wether you were supposed to warm your milk when eating cereal. "kodi." kayden said, asking for reassurance as he felt he was losing his mind over the subject. "she doesn't eat cereal that's not fair" jean interrupted before kodi could respond. kayden looked between the both of them, groaning in frustration before turning to eren. "I don't either" he shrugged at him. "you guys are fucking weird" kayden said finally before dropping the topic. he looked at his sister who sat on a beanbag chair, not particularly doing anything but staring off into the carpet. “i thought you didn’t like us” he said cheekily, wanting his sister to admit his friend group was fun to be around. “I don't" she reassured kayden, which was obviously a lie. although she didn't care for the group itself she loved watching them interact as if they were siblings, it was a bond she could only catch herself having with nalani, so when she wasn't around it was entertaining to watch the others.

"you're quiet" kayden said, bored with the discussions the others were having. he sat on the carpet in front of her looking up to her as if he was a child attempting to bug someone. kodi shrugged not really knowing what to say. "why is he still here?" she pointed to jean who was now arguing with connie over cereal once again. "it was either fail a drug test or stay away from campus" kayden said. "speaking of campus, when you going back?" he asked her. their first year of college was the only time the twins had been separated for this long, seeing kodi and being in his own home was refreshing to kayden. being separated from his sister this long gave him a reality check, he realized he had no excuse to be his immature self anymore. "a week and a half left" she answered. kayden nodded. "well good luck" he said before the others decided to get louder.

"you people don't have homes?" kodi said looking at connie who's shirt was balled up in jeans hand. she left the basement, going to the kitchen to eat the leftovers she had brought. as she closed the fridge she jumped slightly at the sight of jean. "christ" she said under her breath. "when are you going to stop ignoring me" he said as he leaned on the counter, watching her as she put left over sausage links in the microwave. "I didn't think you'd care" he said. kodi looked over to him with an expression of disgust.

"you didn't think I'd care about bringing the bitch you fucking into my house on my fucking birthday?" she tilted her head looking at jean, who stared at the floor. kodi started to grow frustrated with him. she waved her hand in his face, still no response. she scoffed, feeling almost angry at jean. "I don't want this anymore" she said, completely forgetting her food in the microwave. she didn’t understand how he could’ve thought this, the same jean that promised they’d be together happily. the same jean she’d lost her virginity to, the same jean she was ready to give her life to the summer before and throughout their senior year of high school. jean looked at her, finally making eye contact with her. she thought it was her karma for what she did with eren. he didn’t say anything, instead nodded and headed back to the basement, making kodi more upset. she followed after him “all you do is run” her voice was loud, catching the attention of others.

“you want me to kiss your ass kodi?” he turned around, his voice low so the others couldn’t hear him. he felt as though he didn’t understand kodi, she was a walking mix signal in his head. kodi didn’t respond, nor did she bother looking at jean. she knew he didn’t feel the same way he claimed he did before they went off to college. a part of her hurt at this fact, knowing he didn’t value her the same way he did before. she turned around to retrieve her food from the microwave and decided to stay upstairs. she had to remind herself that kayden’s friend weren’t hers, that she could enjoy her time by herself.

when 9 o’clock approached kodi went back to the basement to get ready for bed, she wasn’t surprised when she saw all of kayden’s friends still over on the way to her room. she finished showering and slipped into a pair of joggers and an oversized T.

she walked into her living area to see jean and eren having a conversation, she stopped when they stopped talking as soon as they saw her. she looked at the both of them. “kodi, want mcdonald’s?” kayden said as he came down the stairs. she turned her attention towards him. “we finna leave” he said, kodi nodded swiftly, she wasn’t exactly hungry but a frappe would do.

“mariah and kendoll said they on the way” kayden said to both eren and jean, kodi looked at the both of them, her face unreadable. she laughed briefly before following kayden.

a/n:

trying to write this fanfiction the looking at canon eren is so funny like he’s a normal person here.

[writing-bakugo]

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    Sero leaped out of bed. He glanced at the clock. 6:50 a.m. If the flight left after her last comment and she was coming to Japan, she'd be here by noon. He quickly got ready for the day and headed toward Dynamighty.

    "You're in early," Kirishima said when he walked in.

    That was an understatement—Sero arrived twenty minutes before his shift. Usually, he strolled in twenty minutes late. Snooze killed him normally. At least he wasn't as bad as Kaminari who showed up an hour late.

    "Just had a ton of energy."

    Kirishima grinned. "Is it because Nishiharu's coming back?"

    "No," Sero said quickly. A little too quickly. "How'd you know she's coming back?"

    "Denki stayed up half the night dming her. He woke me up a few times."

    Sero turned toward his costume case before his eyebrow could twitch. He took a deep breath and tore off his t-shirt. "Cool. I take it he's still sleeping?"

    Kirishima laughed and stripped himself of his shirt. "For sure."

    Sero strapped his shoulder protectors on. He grabbed his helmet and begrudgingly waited for Kirishima to finish getting ready. Honestly, Sero had to put on tights while Kirishima just had to tug on a pair of cargo pants. Why did it take Kirishima so long to get ready?

    They strolled out onto the block and a few high school girls ran up to them. Sero lifted the plastic pane on his helmet when they asked for a photo. Kirishima had the perfect customer-satisfaction smile plastered on his face, but Sero couldn't bring himself to smile as kindly as usual.

    "Thank you Red Riot and Cellophane!"

    "Get to school safe, okay?" Kirishima waved at them. He turned to Sero, "you good, man?"

    "Never better."

    That's how most of their patrol went. When they returned to the building for lunch, Sero grumbled when he saw Kaminari's obnoxious yellow car parked out front. "How many times do we have to tell him to park in the garage?"

    "Eh, let Bakugo handle telling him," Kirishima said.

    They walked through the front door and Sero stopped. The laugh was the same. The same chime of voice and pattern of speaking—with a slight accent. She exchanged pleasantries with the company's front desk assistant.

    "It was great meeting you, Aiko!" she said. "It's a shame I missed everyone, but I really need to head to my brother's, Denki."

    "Yeah, right. Of course," Kaminari said.

    She said farewell to Aiko and turned. She turned, and turned, and it felt like she turned for an eternity. Sero's helmeted gaze didn't leave her for one moment. And then she looked at them.

    Kirishima was already halfway across the lobby. He held his arms out wide and she ran right into them and giggled. Kirishima picked her up and spun her around. "I missed you so much!"

    "I missed you too!" Nishiharu's giggle was a melody Sero missed. He didn't realize how much he missed it, but he did.

    Sero removed his helmet and awkwardly walked over while patting his sweaty hair. She side-eyed him but her attention remained on Kirishima, who was already making plans to get everyone together outside of work. She nodded and extended her arm out to Sero. They had a more-than-awkward side hug while she talked with Kirishima.

    When she finally turned to Sero, her deep eyes glistened. "Hey, Tape Dispenser."

    A giant smile found its way on his face when he rolled his eyes. "Hey there, Goddess."

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