#i had fun throwing this together 😁

[iobartach]

okay but since this is hogging my brainrot all week, here's a taste of what acolyte!miguel is like, a.k.a mig in my gach dual síoda / each strand of silk verse 👀

Miguel is from piltover, so he was a scholar, with a bright and intelligent mind as ever. more specifically, i'm gonna draw this from the arcane version of piltover, where most folk there are adverse to magic, including the council. basically; heimerdinger was right

so hey, guess what, he is also a bit of a magic sceptic, probably more than in any verse i've previously established for him

another point to note for piltover!mig, during his studies, he potentially went on field trips around and near piltover? especially since the place is pretty much a nexus for merchant trade anyway, and heard more than a few stories from visiting adventurers that got him curious enough to explore other shores and lands.

one of the places he visited was most definitely bilgewater, since this'll be important later ~

bilgewater being, ofc, a completely different beast, even compared to what zaun might throw out. it'll be where miguel likely realises that his shiny lil' piltover degree aint gonna matter squatttt in such a lawless place lmao.

idk who'd be ruling bilgewater at the time -- i don't know enough about either miss fortune or gankplank to officially decide tgyhuj. but basically; mig is toast if he crosses the wrong person whilst visiting there

but well. maybe he went to bilgewater every so often, eventually getting in touch with some pilgrims and cultists, that make mention to him stories concerning the shadow isles, and the dark magic that has long come to infect such an accursed place.

mig, being the magic sceptic that he is, is all, 'bet', and doesn't buy such tall tales for a second bc an island? home to the living dead and ghosts? you've got to be kidding--

but no, actually, it might have some merit after all, as he'll eventually recall his studies back in piltover, where he had spent more than a few hours pouring over various scrolls and tomes that he had collected on his adventures, that spoke of.... the blessed isles.

which, ofc, the shadow isles later became, after viego's desperate attempt to revive his dead wife using the waters of life, that only happened to backfire spectacularly 💀

....but miguel's interest is piqued, now, and he seeks a way to pay such a ruinous place a visit. but there's a slight problem; no sailor nor pirate with any sense of self preservation left will be caught DEAD ferrying any smuck to such a place!!! helll nawh!!!!!! and these are the same folks that go hunting the eldritch-looking sea monsters for a living! so you know this is serious!

fortunately (or not 💀) for miguel, this is the point where he officially comes in contact with a cult, that happened to worship a particular spider god ( i can't remember if they have a name or not 🥹), which happily obliges, since you know.... more blood for the blood god hfghgfh

AHEM, so then!!! Mig and his party, head off to the shadow isles, and probably come across elise, who in turn takes mig & co to meet their god, that all pilgrims who visit the shadow isles are said to worship

and mig, sceptic that he is, falls for elise's alluring and -- deliberately -- seductive charms, happy to make false promises that all will be revealed to him, if he just follows her

so ofc he does, except that's a TERRIBLE MISTAKE, that earns him a venomous bite from the spider god himself, vilemaw 💀

who maybe, maybe, wanted to make an example of this nonbeliever. and transform him, by injecting him with a venom that runs through his veins and changes him forever

which also is significant when you consider; vilemaw tends to just straight up d e v o u r anyone that elise happens to bring before him. yes, even putrid arachnid horrors need to eat.... and, uh, dance, apparently

but, yeah, BAMMM, ACOLTYE MIGUEL IS BORN

a spooky creecher who has WEBS THAT STEAL YOUR SOULS

AND POTENTIAL SHADOW POWERS

And dont get me started on his bite 😤

but well, details details, tl;dr he'll become something similar to elise????

and as for what happens next, welp...... no more piltover for him. 🥹 if he's lucky, he might be able to lurk in the deepest caverns of zaun, but more than likely wouldn't really belong there??? or feel welcome? i'm debating --

but heyyyy, y'knw where he could go instead??? 👀

the black rose 😈

potentially through elise's connection with house kythera, back in good ol' noxus 👀 and through her, leblanc

bc yes, everything always fucking comes back to leblanc 🥹

and hey, guess what miggy? if he tries to decline, wanting to have no part of this (considering he is vilemaw's acolyte now, fun-funnn) , well guess what? leblanc is still gonna do her thing, and puppeteer him around. if need be.

but alsooo alsoooo, i need to point out; maybe sometimes mig does vilemaw's bidding? and mayyyybe sometimes he doesn't????

maybeeee sometimes he'll lead strayed souls back to the spider god....

or mayyybeee he might devour a few himself....

all whilst still being that saaaame damn sceptic at heart 🥹

who now seeks freedom, the chance to get away...

...but in true miguel fashion, it never works 😔

vilemaw's dark corruption is in him. as is the power of the shadow isles itself.

there's no 'quitting' from him, not even dying will grant him release.

but he still struggles, anyway. because that's how he always rolls.

🥹🥹🥹🥹

[b3ach-bunn7]

CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST

Texts with your best friend Touya (who’s a little bit in love with you)

no quirk au <3

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January 9th

8:47 pm

You: OH TOUYAAAAA

You: it’s nearly ur bd 😁 what shall I get u

Touya: Nothing

Touya: Just Ur love 😍

You: ew

You: shall I get u some new earrings

You: OH I COULD PAY FOR ANOTHER PIERCING

Touya: Literally where

Touya: I think I’ve pierced every available location on my face

Touya: Unless… You meant somewhere else 😳

You: EWWWWWWWW

You: UR SUCH A FREAK

Touya: I meant my belly button?

You: stfu

Touya: Get your head out the gutter

You: shut up pooya

Touya: Wow you really got me there!

You: HUSH

January 12th

8:39 am

You: bruh where r u

You: homeroom started like ten minutes ago

Touya: I just woke up

Touya: Leaving onw buy shoti is lissing me kff

You: okay English!!!

Touya: Kys

You: but you can type that right…

January 12th

1:40 pm

You: Touyaaaaaa

You: can we go get food

You: the canteen stuff is rubbish today

You: plz I’m so sos is so hungry I’m dying

Touya: Fatty

You: HEY

You: SO MEAN

Touya: I’m only joking sweetcheeks

You: gross

Touya: You love it

Touya: Shiggy wants to come 2

Touya: Is that Ok

You: sigh fine I guess

Touya: Shall I tell him he’ll be third wheeling if he does 😳

You: yes 🥰🥰🥰😍 he just can’t interrupt our time together my sweet

Touya: Ew

You: you love it

January 13th

7:40 pm

You: GST ON MINECRAFTTT

Touya: I’m doing homework

You: I’m doing your mum OHHH

Touya: Woah

Touya: Telling her u said that

You: PLZ IM JOKING

You: I’ll tell her ur telling porky pies

You: Rei would trust my word over urs anyways 😈

Touya: Lowkey she would

Touya: My own mother 😢

You: I’m just better ig

You: how long r u gonna be

Touya: Give me like fifteen mins

You: BOO

Touya: Bro Aizawa is up my ass rn

Touya: If I hand one more piece of work in late he’s gonna acc kill me

You: idk why u hate him so much

You: i love him

You: and he has that sexy teacher look🤤 those luscious locks

Touya: R u sure u can get off his dick long enough for us to play

You: HAHAHAH

You: STFU

You: ur just jealous

Touya: So very

Touya: Why aren’t u hyping ME up like that

You: cause u smell?

Touya: I’m not playing

You: IM JOKING

You: U smell so good and yummy

You: like cigarette smoke 😍

Touya: 🙄

You: sassy 💁‍♀️

Touya: Stop distracting me so I can work

You: okay smelly

January 15th

2:30 pm

Touya: Y/N

Touya: Y/n

Touya: Y/NNNN

Touya: Queen

Touya: Sweetheart

Touya: Angel

You: if you throw one more piece of paper at my head I’m blocking u

Touya: You won’t check ur phone

Touya: How else can I get ur attention from across the room

You: WE R I. CLASS

Touya: So?

You: think I figured out why Aizawa doesn’t rate u

You: pay attention

Touya: But I miss u

Touya: And I’m bored

You: U LITERALLY SAW ME LIKE HALF AN HOUR AGO

You: AT LINCH

Touya: Ur point?

You: omfg

Touya: So what’s up

You: I’m gonna kill you

January 17th

6:50 pm

Fuyumi: Hi Y/N

You: hey fuyumi!!

You: everything okay?

Fuyumi: Yeah, it’s great!!

Fuyumi: Just wanted to tell u that everyone needs to be at ours for Touya’s party at 5:00

Fuyumi: We’ll tell him to come home at like six so that gives us some time to get everything ready

You: beautiful

You: do u think he has any idea were throwing him a party 🤭🤭

Fuyumi: I don’t think so 😆 we have been very careful

Fuyumi: Even shoto has kept his mouth shut

You: yeah I had to threaten twice a couple times before he promised to not tell

You: IM EXCITED

Fuyumi: Me too!!!

Fuyumi: Can’t wait to see u 😊

You: I can’t wait either!!!

Fuyumi: I hope he’ll like it

Fuyumi: We’re getting mum to drive all across town to get him that cake he loves

Fuyumi: I really want him to have fun

You: don’t worry babe he will have fun

You: and if he doesn’t I’ll force him to 😈

January 17th

7:00pm

Touya: U guys r throwing me a surprise party right

You: what?

Touya: For my bd

Touya: Fuyumi is being all suspicious

Touya: Told me I have to leave the house tomorrow but also come back at six oclock??

Touya: And the little brat keeps giggling at me

You: uhm don’t call little shoto that

Touya: Ur deflecting

Touya: They r throwing a party aren’t they

You: they aren’t

You: idk why you think that

Touya: Y/N

You: WHY DO U HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING

Touya: Lol

You: please please don’t tell them you know

You: they’re so excited for do this for you

You: [screenshot attachment]

You: look what Fuyumi said to me

Touya: Oh

You: please don’t spoil 😔

Touya: Don’t worry your pretty little head

Touya: I won’t

You: YAY

You: LOVE U

Touya: Ly2

January 18th

12:00am

You: [audio messsage]

You: enjoy me whisper singing happy bd to u

You: HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY WOOOOO

You: LOVE U THE MOST

You: okay I need to sleep we have school tomorrow

January 18th

3:07am

Touya: Thank you y/n

Touya: Ly the most too

January 18th

6:15 pm

You: Touya where tf r u

Touya: I’m On my way!

You: we’ll be On your way! FASTER

Touya: STFU

You: U STFU

Touya: U TOLD ME TO MAKE THIS BELIEVEBE

Touya: MY FAMILY WOULD NOT BELEIWV I GOT THERE ON TIME

You: wait ur right lowkey

Touya: exactly

You: well walk faster

Touya: I’m not walking

Touya: I’m driving

You: HOW TF R U TEXTING ME

Touya: Imd riving one handed?

You: GET TF OFF UR PHONE 😭

January 19th

12:04 am

Touya: Y/N

Touya: Thank u for gifts

Touya: The strap for my bass

Touya: And the necklace

Touya: I lowbe them

Touya: and the aprty was so fun

Touya: I lovwd it

Touya: and I lobe you

You: that’s okay 😁

You: are u drunk rn🤔

Touya: Snuch out with bawks

Touya: Hrwks

Touya: Hawks

Touya: Raided fathers liquoye supply

You: you went to your dad’s house????

Touya: NO

Touya: never

Touya: stolen from when he was gere

Touya: fukcing loser 😂😂

You: where r u guys?

Touya: hawks house

Touya: his oarents arent home

Touya: u wanbawcome over

Touya: I’ll kuck him out

You: u can’t kick hawks out of his own house 😭

You: why do u even need to kick him out we’re friends

Touya: he flirst with y so much

Touya: flirts

Touya: pisses me off

You: awwwww r u jelly 🥺

Touya: yes

You: LOL

You: yeah maybe lay off the the drinks buddy

Touya: I live u

Touya: love

Touya: I loved the gifts u got me rhwnks

You: you already said babe

Touya: sorry baby Im so drunk

You: okay I’m going to go before you say something you’ll regret in the morning

You: goodnight birthday boy

January 19th

1:05 pm

Touya: Please erase last night from ur memory

You: last night was a movie 😍

Touya: Yeah a fucking horror

You: HAHAHA

Touya: My head is killing me

You: painkillers?

Touya: Idk where they r and Hawks is sleeping

You: did u guys just wake up 😭

Touya: I think I slept like at like five am

Touya: It’s nice smoking inside a house and not in some alleyway so mum doesn’t catch me

You: BOO

You: ur lungs hate u

Touya: I hate them back

Touya: It’s why I smoke

You: LOL SHUT UP

Touya: Fuck my HEAD

You: that’s what he said

Touya: Ew man

You: you love it

You: go drink some h2o

Touya: Enough chemistry in too tired

You: sigh fine

You: go get some WATER 💦

Touya: Fine

You: bye baby 🤪

Touya: I’ll kill you

You: but I thought you love me??

Touya: Ur dead to me

You: HAHHA

January 21st

7:06 pm

You: Touya

You: can I come over plz

Touya: Erm what 😳😳😳

You: seriously

You: can I

Touya: Yh ofc

Touya: You okay?

You: yh

You: well no actually

You: my dads being my dad again

You: I just can’t be in this house rn

You: I need to get away from him

Touya: Yeah u can anytime

Touya: Yk my family loves u

You: thanks

Touya: You want me to pick u up?

You: nah I wanna walk

You: thanks again

You: love u

Touya: Ly2

January 29th

5:28 pm

You: [image attachment]

You: BRUH HOW DID I LOSEEEE

You: I ATE SK BAD

Touya: Bruh get off dress to impress 😭

Touya: U r beefing ten year olds rn

You: idgaf

You: ten year olds who can’t fucking dress

You: I actually hate this game

You: that is NOT STEAM PUNK WHAT THE FUCK

Touya: Maybe get good

You: maybe kys???????

Touya: Words hurt 😔

You: man up?

Touya: Woah

Touya: Okay just perpetuate gender norms..

You: define perpetuate?

You: YH that’s what i thought

February 6th

7:06 pm

You: bro

You: all my friends have valentines apart from ME

Touya: Get good?

You: okay and where’s urs?

Touya: texting her rn 😍

You: omg 😳

You: but on a real I feel horrifically left out

You: Toga keeps flaunting it in my face

Touya: That little freak got one?

Touya: Who

You: yk that girl in 1-A with the chubby cheeks

You: they r so cute omg

You: how come toga has a lesbian lover and I’m jobless and hoeless 😔

Touya: I can help with one of those things

You: u hiring???

Touya: I’ll be ur valentine

You: I can’t tell if ur joking

Touya: I’m not

You: do u have one romantic bone in ur body

Touya: I can think of one 😳

You: LMAO EW

Touya: Nah fr I’ll be ur valentine

You: okay…

You: ask me properly tho

Touya: Okay

Touya: Hey Y/N

You: oh hi Touya! What’s up

Touya: Will u do me the great honour of being my valentine?

You: 😊 yes!

Touya: Thank you 😊😍

February 10th

2:02 pm

Touya: Omg

Touya: Y/N guess what

You: don’t text me in class lil bro

Touya: Someone asked me to be their valentine 🤪

You: what

You: Who

You: is she in our homeroom

You: did u tell her ur mine

Touya: Woahh

Touya: Jealous much

You: no I just don’t want to be a side piece 😔

Touya: No Dw I told her I’m urs 🥺

You: shush

You: yk what I meant

You: who was it tho

Touya: Idk some girl in my maths class

Touya: She seemed pretty sad when I said no

Touya: The ladies love me

You: she’ll get over it!

Touya: LOL

February 14th

8:03 am

You: OMG

You: ARE THESE FLOWERS MINE

Touya: No I got them for ur dad actually

You: TOUYAAA

You: THEYRE MY FAVS

You: THANM U SM

Touya: Anytime Valentine

February 14th

1:20 pm

Touya: Meet at my car

Touya: I’m taking u out for lunch

You: thank gosh

You: they’re selling some mystery meatloaf type deal and I’m no happy

You: hawksy wants to come too

Touya: No

Touya: Just u

You: girl he’s not gonna do anything

Touya: No this is like

Touya: Hold on

You: okay hawks is looking at his phone and typing

You: r u texting him

You: okay he magically doesn’t wanna come along anymore

Touya: Aw :((

Touya: I’m waiting outside

You: see u in a bit smelly

February 14th

1:50 pm

You: ur such a child

You: IM RIGHT IN FRONT OD U JUST TALK TO ME

Touya: NO

You: WHY

Touya: IK SCARED

You: I can see u smiling

Touya: Shut up

Touya: Okay listen

Touya: If u don’t like what I’m about to say we r going to act like this never happened okay

Touya: I will delete the message out of existence and thus out of ur mind

You: okay…

Touya: Okay so I kind of like actually asked u to be my Valentine not just because ur lonely

Touya: And I like really like you

Touya: As in like like

Touya: But I don’t wanna ruin our friendship because ur the best friend I’ve ever had and will ever have

Touya: So if u don’t feel the same we can just pretend this never happened

February 14th

8:00 pm

You: I’m home safe xxx

Touya: Don’t care

You: okay mr message me when ur back

You: okay mr parked in my driveway to make sure I got in okay???

Touya: Shut up

You: wait hold on

You: is that why uninvited hawks

You: so that u could ask me out

Touya: Yeah and the sky is also blue

You: SHUT UL

Touya: He’s so stupid yk

Touya: It was his idea ??

Touya: And he forgot

You: hey three’s a party!

Touya: So you would’ve kissed me as aggressively as you did if Hawks was there?

You: wait ur right..

You: Oh well

You: it was about time anyways

You: took u like three years and u did it over DMS

Touya: I’m shy 🥺

You: EW TF

You: I take the kiss back

Touya: These hickeys tell me a different story

You: HSUTUP

Touya: You love it

You: I love YOU 🫵

Touya: Yeah

Touya: Love you too

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This was NOT supposed to end with a confession but I physically cannot help myself 😅 I love these text posts they’re so fun!!

Hope u all enjoyed <3

[strniohoeee]

I have a question for a Matt fic if you can’t do it that’s fine, Could you possibly do a matt version of vie (I think that’s it idk) if you want to and can 😁🫶🏻

-anonymous out for now

Foe

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N absolutely hates Matt with a burning passion. Nick and Chris get fed up with them after hearing them argue on their road trip. What happens when he locks them in a hotel room together??🗣️

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT. Nothing too crazy though. This is also for another request I got for enemies to lovers with Matt where they travel far and stop in different hotels and have to stay together LOL. Also I was half asleep writing this, so I hope yall enjoy🤭

Song for the imagine: Back to the Old House-The Smiths

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

And you never knew

How much I really liked you

Cause I never even told you

Oh, but I meant to

Are you still there?

I felt my eye twitching, my head spinning and my jaw hurting from the fake smile I had plastered on my face.

“A road trip…how fun” I said through my teeth looking at Nick

“I figured since we have this whole month why not just drive through a couple of states you know” he said

“And you want me to come?” I asked furrowing my brows

“Yes we do” Chris said

“Not me” Matt shot out

I looked over at Matt giving him a death stare and rolling my eyes.

“I mean I’m happy staying here you know. Why don’t you guys go as brothers and enjoy this time for yourselves” I said looking back at Nick

“We really want you to come though like badly, and you can split the driving with Matt since we can’t drive for shit” he said pointing between him and Chris

“Ughhh fine I’ll go” I said throwing myself back on the bed

“Trust me we’d be fine without you” Matt said smacking my head

“Fuck off” I said slapping his hand away

“Matt literally shut the fuck up” Nick said

A few days had passed and it was now time to venture out to some random states. I wasn’t even sure what to pack, but all I know is I had a huge suitcase and a duffel bag. I mean you can’t be too sure right?

I had driven to the triplets house since we were taking their bigger car. When I pulled up Matt was packing some stuff into the trunk while Chris and Nick walked back into the house

I parked my car and got out grabbing my suitcase and my duffel bag

“The fuck did you pack for?” Matt said looking over his shoulder

“A fucking road trip are you an idiot?” I said placing my duffel bag on my suitcase

“You’re acting like you’re moving or some shit” he said laughing

“I like to have options since I actually have a sense of style unlike you, so buzz off” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Packed for a fucking runway show or some shit” he said

I pushed him out the way to look at the trunk

“Matt what the fuck is this?” I said looking at him

“Uhh looks like suitcases and bags to me” he said shrugging his shoulder

“No shit smart ass. You packed this car horribly. Let me fix it” I said

“Knock yourself out” he said

I had removed some suitcases and bags, and I got to a larger bag in the back of the trunk. Sliding it forward

“Okay princess hold this” I said looking over at Matt

“Fuck you….calling me princess” he said rolling his eyes

“Well you watched me undo all this without offering a hand, so yes you are a princess, now hold this please” I said trying to give him the heavy duffel bag

“No im good” he said smiling at me and crossing his arms over his chest

I looked at him blinking, and I lifted the bag up, throwing it over my shoulders, and letting it crash to the concrete pavement.

“Suit yourself then” I said shrugging my shoulders

“ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY” Matt yelled leaning off of the car and walking over to the bag

“Aww it must’ve slipped” I said grabbing my duffel bag off of my suitcase, and rolling my suitcase

“You’re a bitch” he said opening the bag that I’m assuming was his and looking inside of it

I rolled my suitcase past him and lifted my duffel bag up to put it over my shoulder letting it hit Matt in the head.

“So I’ve been told” I said laughing at him

“This has filming equipment in it, my equipment to be exact. You’re lucky it didn’t break” he said standing up

“I’m actually pretty sad it didn’t break” I said frowning

Matt scoffed at me and walked into the house. Leaving me alone to finish packing the trunk up correctly. Soon they all came back out, and got ready to get in the car

Matt shoved past me to get in on the drivers side. I lost my footing and gave him a dirty look

“I hate you” I said to him

“Feelings mutual don’t worry” he said smiling at me

“Can you guys just not fight for once. I have not spent a single day with you guys in two years where there was no fighting going on” Nick said

“I try my best, but he really knows how to get under my skin” I said

“Tell me about it, but please I can’t handle a road trip with Matt in a pissg mood” Chris said

“Okay okay I’ll be nice” I said throwing my hands up in defense

Chris sat in the passenger seat, I sat behind Matt and Nick sat behind Chris. It was a pretty decent car ride for the most part. We were driving north at first.

Occasionally I’d look into the rear view mirror sometimes catching Matt’s eyes. But always looking away. But we kept locking eyes accidentally

“Stop looking at me like a creep” Matt said

“I’m not trying to look at you. Everytime I look up you happen to also be looking” I said getting annoyed

“Uhh yeah it’s the rear view mirror, I have to see what’s happening behind me on the road” he said shaking his head

“Literally shut up before I lose it” I said sighing

“Whatever..” he said rolling his eyes at me

We had been through three states already. We fought the whole time driving, we fought at every stop, we fought for every meal. Chris and Nick were growing frustrated. I think Matt and I didn’t even enjoy our stay in these states because we spent the whole time arguing.

In these three states Chris and Nick forced us to stay in a hotel room together. This was the worst idea in the world because this made us fight more.

The first hotel we stood in, Matt kept turning the light on every five minutes to piss me off, and then he talked the whole night. The second hotel we stayed at, Matt threw ice cold water on me the morning we were heading out while I was showering. The third state we got to there was only one sink, and Matt and I woke up late, so we were rushing. First he took an extra long shower using the hot water, so my shower was cold. Then we had to brush our teeth at the same time.

I leaned over to spit into the sink when suddenly I felt Matt hovering over me. He spat his toothpaste in my hair. My jaw dropped and I let a gasp out

“You did not” I said looking up at him

“Whoops must’ve slipped” he said shrugging his shoulders

I had no time to wash my hair so I had to wipe my hair with a wet towel, and hope for the best. I shoved past Matt packing my stuff up, and ignoring him as I made my way down to the lobby.

This incident was the icing on the cake. I was so angry. I wasn’t the nicest to Matt, but spitting toothpaste in my hair was a low fucking blow.

As we got in the car and headed to get breakfast Chris opened his mouth

“It smells like toothpaste” he said laughing

“Yeah thank your idiot brother” I said with a straight face

“What’d he do?” Chris asked turning back to look at me

“He fucking spat toothpaste in my hair, and I had no time to shampoo it out” I said rolling my neck

“Matt what the fuck” Nick said getting annoyed

“It was an accident” he said pouting

“To hell with you you fucking asshole” I said loudly

“You can throw my bag and hit me in the head, but this was too much?” He said laughing

“Toothpaste from your mouth? Yeah you crossed a line you stupid fuck” I said putting my hand in between the space of the head rest and the chair, and pulled his little neck hairs

“OUCH WHAT THE FUCK” he screamed grabbing the back of his neck

“Awww it was an accident” I said pouting at him

“Bringing you with us was the biggest mistake” he said

“Yeah I think so too” I said crossing my arms over my shoulders

The whole ride went like that. Every restaurant we stopped at and every gas station. Chris and Nick even snapped at us a few times because we were stressing them out.

We stayed at a hotel in the fourth state, and I was hoping us arguing all day would make Nick split us up, but I thought wrong.

“You and Matt are staying together, and Chris and I are keeping your room keys, so if you leave…you’re shit out of luck we’re not helping you” Nick said shrugging his shoulders

“WHAT” we both screeched out

“This arguing is so fucking annoying. We are supposed to be having a good time, and instead we’re miserable. Yall need to talk out your issues because I can’t do this anymore” Nick said to us

“Yeah like I’m exhausted and annoyed with you both bickering like children. I wanted this month break to be nice and fun, but it’s not…please figure this shit out” Chris said rubbing his eyes

We both nodded our heads in defeat, and Nick unlocked our door letting us in, and watching as the door shut in his face.

We locked the door and turned the lights on. Our jaws dropped at the site. One fucking bed….

“They’re fucking with us, they have to be” Matt said scoffing

“Yeah no shit dumbass…they want us to be as uncomfortable as possible, and talk about our issues” I said placing my duffel bag down

“Okay fucking mystery P.I” Matt said laughing

“I’m going to shower and get this toothpaste out of my hair, so behave for like 30 minutes” I said to him

I got in the shower and enjoyed my alone time. It was so peaceful to be alone with your thoughts. I mean I hated fighting with Matt all the time. I wasn’t even sure why I fought with him all the time. It’s just everytime I would see his face it made me so angry. If it wasn’t for his shitty attitude Matt was actually an attractive guy. Beautiful on the outside and ugly on the inside. At least from what I saw….

I ignored Matt as I finished my routine and he went to shower. I laid in the bed after drying my hair and just stared at the ceiling. All that I could see was flashes of Matt’s face. It made me angry. The one person I hate the most and that’s all my brain is clouded with.

Matt got out of the shower and sat on the edge of the bed scrolling on his phone. I was staring into the back of his head just thinking. Mainly mean things, but one other thing….his hair looked so good right now. WHAT THE FUCK NO!

It was 2AM at this point, and Matt shut the main light off keeping the lamp on. I grabbed a pillow and a blanket it laid on the floor

“What are you doing” he said looking at me

“Throwing a party…Matt I’m going to sleep” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Yeah, but why on the floor” he said laughing

“Because I’m not sleeping next to you” I said scoffing

“You act like I bite” he said giving me a dirty look

“You might as well with those teeth of yours, so damn big” I said laughing

Matt let out a giggle and looked away. Did I just make him laugh? My eyebrow raised as I looked at him

“Just get in the bed” he said looking at me

“I’m good” I said laying down and turning away from him

Matt scoffed and shut the light off. My mind started racing. His little laugh was so cute, and the way he looked down at me to lay in the bed with him….idk why I started to smile this was weird.

“This feels wrong” Matt saddened blurted out making my heart jump from being scared

“What” I said confused

“You sleeping on the floor like just get up, and sleep next to me” he said

“No” I said

“Stop being so stubborn already” he said smacking his hands down on the bed sheets

“Fine okay” I said getting up

I made my way over to the bed and laid down. Matt was facing me as I looked up at the ceiling. My breathing became shallow as I felt his eyes on me.

“Please stop looking at me” I said in a whisper

“Sorry” he said back

I let a slight smile fall on my face, and I guess he saw it with the little bit of moonlight coming in through the window

“You look very pretty when you smile, you should do it more often” he said

“Well stop pissing me off everyday and I’d have more to smile about” I said

“Are you flirting with me?” He asked laughing

“In your dreams Matthew” I said laughing lightly

“Oh in my dreams indeed” he said

“You’re such a strange person” I said rubbing my eyes

“Is that why you hate me?” He asked

“I don’t hate you. I hate the way you act. You know how to make me angry” I replied

“I mean I don’t mean to be that way, but to see how easily you get upset it makes me smile” he said laughing a bit

“I’m glad my anger brings you joy” I said shaking my head

“It’s cute” he responded

“I must be mistaken…is Matt flirting with me?” I asked

“Oh no I would never” he said laying on his back now

“Right right” I said shrugging my shoulders

The room got silent…painfully silent. I’m sure you could hear my heart beating out of my chest. My breathing became heavier. Why was there such weird tension now?

I mindlessly started to lightly hum a song trying to coo myself to sleep?? I don’t know..

“What’s that? I’ve heard you hum that song before” Matt said

“Oh it’s Back to the Old House by The Smiths” I said

“I’ve been trying to figure out that song for the longest every time you hum it” he said in a whisper

“Oh yeah” I said also in a whisper

Matt’s hand came down near mine, and I felt his pinky graze against my skin. My breathing hitched in my throat as I glanced down at his movement.

“I love The Smiths” I said in a low whisper

“What was that?” He asked his pinky now completely rubbing up and down my hand

“I said… I love The Smiths” I responded looking over at him. To see him already looking back.

Suddenly Matt’s lips crashed into mine. Throwing me for a fucking loop because what the fuck was this?

But my lips moved with his as he leaned up and over. Slowly making his way to hover above me. My hands immediately rubbing through his hair

Our lips locked in such a heated and passionate kiss. Who would’ve thought I needed a kiss from Matt so badly. My body ached for him, and I slowly hated that. I was supposed to hate him what's going on…

“Wait wait wait” I said pushing Matt back

“What’s wrong?” He asked looking at me

“I mean nothings wrong. It’s just….we’re supposed to hate each other” I said

“Who says enemies can’t kiss?” He asked

“Fuck it” I said pulling him back down for another heated make out session.

Matt’s dick slowly pressed against my cunt as my legs stayed spread for him. My heart fluttered at the feeling as I pulled Matt down more to allow our chests to touch.

Matt began to kiss down my neck as my nails scratched his scalp. This was so wrong yet felt so right. I had complete control in my hands. And I wanted this to go further than some kissing. I so desperately wanted Matt right now.

“I don’t want you to feel forced to do anything” Matt said looking at me as he kissed up my neck

“Trust me if I felt forced I would’ve kneed you in the balls” I said, and he laughed against my skin causing me to get goosebumps

Matt and I continued to kiss until his hands ran up my shirt and slowly began to take it off. Lifting off the bed for him to get it off my head

He pulled away and removed his shirt as well. Leaning back down as our bare chests touched causing me to let out a whimper

He kissed down my neck and down my chest as he left open mouth kisses on my breasts. He kissed down my stomach and to where my pajama bottoms sat

He came back up running his right hand over my breasts as he kissed my neck.

“I need more” I moaned out

“Okay” he said in a whisper

Matt pulled away and helped me slide out of my pajama bottoms. He slowly slid his pants off.

He ran his hands over my cloth pussy as I shuddered. He removed his boxers and slid my underwear to the side. Slowly he slid into me allowing myself to adjust to the burn from the stretch.

God Matt felt so good. I was already in heaven and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.

“Are you ready?” He asked me as he bottomed out

“Yes” I panted out as my back arched

“I’m going to go slow okay” he said

“Okay Matt” I said licking my dry lips

Matt began to thrust in and out of me at a slow pace. Truly allowing me to feel all of him. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me as my toes curled.

Matt was filling me up so well. I swore my eyes were in the back of my head. His thrusts slow but deep and harder really stretching me out

“You can go faster” I moaned out

Matt leaned forward and brought my left leg to wrap around his torso as he began to pound into me.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel amazing” he panted out into my ear

His necklace tapping against my collar bone with every thrust. As my hands began to rake up and down his back

“Shit Matt….holy fuck just like that” I moaned out

His hips snapping into me at a faster pace. The bed creaked and lightly tapped against the wall. We really hoped Nick and Chris were asleep because this would make for a awkward experience tomorrow

“You’re taking me so well. I thought you hated me” he moaned out

Pounding into me deeper causing a loud whine to escape my lips

“I might’ve hated you before, but you’re fucking me so good I might fall in love” I moaned out throwing my head back

“Love so soon?” He moaned out as he hit my g spot

“Eventually” I panted out

“Yeah I want to fuck you a few more times before you decide on that” he said as his thrusts became sloppy

“I’d like that very much” I moaned out

“I know you would, fuck” he moaned out

My mouth hung open as his lips ghosted against them. My brows furrowed as I began my orgasm slowly approaching.

My heel of my foot for a fact digging into his back as my body quivered and shook for him

“Matt I’m so close” I moaned out as my hips lifted off the bed

“Hold on baby hold on” he said

Snaking his hand in between us he began to rub my clit causing me to let out a high pitch whine.

He began to run faster as my breathing got heavier. My mouth fell slack as his hips smacked into me.

My stomach coiling and my thighs shaking

“Fuckkkk I’m cumming” I moaned out as my legs began to shake and my back lifted off of the mattress. Clenching around Matt as his name fell from my lips in a loud moan.

He helped me ride out my high and slowly pulled out of me as I laid there. He began to stroke his dick chasing his own high

His breathing became heavy as his lower stomach contracted and he painted my thighs with his cum. His mouth slack and eyes staring down at me as he moaned out my name.

Once he came down from his high he helped clean us up. And he got back in bed. It got quiet again and my thoughts started racing

“I don’t hate you. I never did” Matt suddenly blurted out

“Oh” was all I could say

“Watching you get mad over small things made me laugh, and I felt like it was our own little way of flirting” he said

“I mean at times it was” I said looking at him

“And other times I went over the line” he said shaking his head

“Yeah you did, but that’s okay. Look where it landed us fucking in a hotel room” I said laughing

“I suppose that’s true” he said laughing

“It’s just easier to dislike someone than to actually like them, and I’m so mad I can’t hate you” I replied

“Oh the feelings mutual babe” he said licking his bottom lip

I laughed and shoved his shoulder

Matt pulled me in, and we eventually fell asleep in each other's arms after having much needed conversations.

The next morning when we woke up. We showered and packed up. It wasn’t even awkward and we actually enjoyed our morning together. We even walked down to the lobby together which never happened.

“You guys seem happy” Chris said

“Did you hash things out?” Nick asked

“We did, and it was all one big misunderstanding” Matt said looking at them

“Yeah it was. However the one bed was a dick move” I said looking at Nick

“Oh one bed? That’s so weird I didn’t even know that” he said

“You didn’t?” We both said

“No, it must’ve been an accident” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Well I’m glad it worked out that way anyways” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Yeah! Plus it seemed to work you guys are getting along great” Nick said

“Oh yeah you know. Just a good ol conversation to make it all better” Matt said

“I’m so glad you guys are okay now” Chris said getting excited

“We are too! So now let’s actually go have some fun like we’ve been planning to!” I said loudly

We finished our road trip, and I was so thankful for Nick and Chris putting us together. Who would’ve known how badly I needed Matt, and I finally got him. It only took two years…

The End

Mannnn idk how I feel about this, but also I was like half awake writing this it’s bad LMAOOO. I hope you guys enjoyed and I love yall dearly🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[lulugirlzzz]

how about killua confessing his feelings to reader?

This was a great first request. I was so excited to get a request that I had to write it as soon as I could, I hope you enjoy it😁😅

You Big Idiot 💢❤️

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Killua Zoldyck x GN Reader

Summary: Killua confesses his feelings for you

Warnings: Small Kiss but otherwise Nothing

Word Count: 900+

Notes: My inspiration was that one scene during the phantom troupe/yorknew arc where Gon and Killua were running around and throwing pie in each others faces.

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This is perfect. You were sitting on the grass watching Gon and Leorio run around in the distance. You all decided to go to a park to relax after a stressful day. Leorio chases after Gon and yells for him to "get back here!". Gons laughter can heard in the distance while Kurapika chuckles and heads towards the pair to join in on the fun. You smiled as you watched the three continue to run around, content in the little group you found for yourself. You stretched your legs out straight and kept yourself upright with your hands behind you. Palms slightly clenching the floor as the grass strands and dirt granules tickle bits of your hand. You couldn't ask for a better moment. Sighing to no-one you look up at the sky and admire the clouds, the way they form in the air, making the sky look like a painting.

How did you get so lucky?

"Hey," You heard a voice from behind you. Recognising the voice without having to turn around, your face turns a light shade of red and you reply, "Hello Killua,". Smiling even wider as the boy sits beside you, plopping down close enough to feel heat radiating off his body. You turn to look at him, he's not looking at you. His attention is directed towards your friends running around, a slight curl forming at his lips. You smile drops into a content line as you almost worship his facial features from the side. His piercing yet gorgeous blue eyes, the way his shiny white hair falls around his face. You've always had some sort of admiration for the boy, or more like an infatuation with him.

The two of you sit together for a passing moment. Both content sitting in silence.

He turns his head to you, making abrupt eye contact. You were quick to look towards the ground, eyes darting straight down to avoid his piercing gaze. Cheeks reddening as you feel your body temperature rise tremendously.

"You know.." Killua started, placing his hands behind his head and moving to lie down on the ground. Your ears twitch at the sudden sound. "I've always found something so interesting about you," He continued, shifting his head on the ground to glance towards you. You haven't moved, head still facing the ground and cheeks as red as ever. "Oh," you squeak out, "what have you found interesting?".

"Not sure," he shrugged. "There's just something, I've always been drawn to you," he states. He sits back up, turning to face his entire body towards you. You turn your head up, looking directly at him. He's looking back into your e/c eyes. There's a moment of silence. Tension thickening. Your hands feel clammy, dirt and grass still scratching your palms.

Killua mumbles something and turns his head down. "Sorry, did you say something?" You question him, head cocking slightly to the side in confusion, wondering if it was just your imagination. Killua sighs then looks back up to you.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," He states out loud before he moves in close towards you. His lips press against yours, so soft and subtle. And as quick as it happened, it was over. Both yours and his face flushed with a bright red hue. Your head is spinning, and your entire body going numb. Did he just? Did that just? Did Killua just kiss you?

"I guess what I'm saying is.." he moves one of his arms behind his neck, scratching it with an embarrassed look on his face. "I guess what I'm saying is.." he repeats.

"I like you, like 'like-like' you Y/N," he mutters.

Your eyes were wide open. Did you just hear what you thought you heard? Was Killua confessing to you? You couldn't believe this was actually happening. You sat there staring at him in complete disbelief. Your body felt so hot that you thought you were going to set ablaze.

"Uh hello, um, earth to Y/N," His voice brought you out of your trance-like state. Everything suddenly made sense. The situations in the past suddenly rushed through your brain. The way you would catch him staring at you, glaring at other people that looked at you, his aura increasing as they so much get too close to you, let alone touch you. This is real, Killua is actually confessing to you.

A massive smile arose on your face. Killua's eyes widened, a shocked expression plastered on his face. You threw your arms around him, tackling him onto the ground and tightly embracing his figure. Your head landed on his chest, and his back landed flat on the ground.

"Oh, Killua you big idiot!" You laughed loudly, "I like you too dummy," You raised your head to look up at him. He was smiling wide down towards you. He slowly starts laughing, moving one of his hands to caress and pat the top of your head. Fingers ruffling your h/c hair. "Well I guess that settles that," he chuckles.

You both sit up smiling at each other. You've never felt more happy than you do right now. Both of you move to sit right next to each other, hands on the ground behind you and legs stretched out in front. Gon, Leorio and Kurapika were still running after each other, their laughter coming back into your ears.

You felt Killuas hand on top of yours as he clutches it firmly. You both glance at each other once last time, smiling fondly, before turning away to watch the chaos in the distance from Gon, Leorio and Kurapika.

This is perfect.

[literalite]

mistki's the land is inhospitable and so are we (2023)!! as edits featuring mine and some of my friends ocs 😁 had a lot of fun with this project... rough explainer of how/why each song corresponds to each character/s under the cut because i love symbolism and talking! sorry it is long

bug like an angel - sapphire

without spoiling too much of her story and arc... sapphire's life is not easy. she's hurt by people she cares for and who care for her, although inadvertently, and in turn hurts people who she cares for and who cared for her, also not by her own volition. it's kind of a terrible truth that you will harm and be harmed by the people you love, even when you and they truly don't want to. it's up to you how much you're willing to take and deal. you can't keep every promise you make and you can't right every wrong. but you have to keep trying anyway. that's sapphire's strength, and the core of her goodness and why i personally consider her one of my favourite ocs. i chose to depict bug like an angel in mitski's more positive interpretation here and in that light i think it works best for saph

buffalo replaced - heiya

well first and foremost the vibes of the song fits heiya perfectly fhgjk but also lyricism and tone... yep. quick breakdown of heiya's background since i doubt i'll ever be able to do it properly she's an interesting character for me because she like a lot of my other characters has lost. everything. she had a wife and a child and they were both killed and she had to leave her home again and again and unlike how some of my others would have taken this she has never flagged in her unwavering dedication to preserving hope. for herself for her people for the future etc etc. which is a very fucking difficult thing to do! the world changes faster than you can keep up with it sometimes but for heiya she will not let herself tire and be swept away in it all. people rely on her. she's a guiding star as much as she is a woman. she's a lover and a fighter and thats what buffalo replaced means to me! so

heaven - vinny and caleb

i feel like of all my oc couples so far they have like. the sweetest most kind of simply mutually trusting dare i say straight forward love. they just love each other so much and thats all. the world could end around them when theyre together and it'd be okay truly. also yeah vinny is ostensibly in heaven now bye angel i feel like this one was pretty self explanatory. me and who WHEN

i don't like my mind - sunny

he just like me fr (said in denji voice) anyways wow ha. unstoppable unending guilt due to past actions that haunt your every waking moment? throwing yourself into any and all distraction just to take your mind off it, filling your time with other shit so that past sin doesnt for once echo in your awful and hollow brain? this song is perfect for sunny honestly just that sentiment also the "please don't take this job from me".... sometimes the coping is worse. you can be proud of something because you can do it better than anyone else even if that thing is terrible

the deal - wolfgang munch by @gunthermunch

Wolfgang Amadeus Munch. umm this will make more sense later on but it still kind of makes sense now i think. he doesn't want to be himself he keeps . leaving and moving and running away from his own memories his own self in reaction to others. if he could pawn it all off he would. if he could be better in an instant without having to feel every agonising second of change he would! but thats not how the world works. or is it. read munch by gunthermunch thats an order

when memories snow - lilian

i feel the older you get the more your past kind of swells up and trails behind you... at least for lilian that is shes very linked to the different versions of the girl/young woman she used to be. for her its a double edged blade, a lot of her own strength is drawn from who she was and what happened to her throughout her life. they haunt her but she's haunting it back in her own way

my love mine all mine - saige, bellona, ari

stares you down okay so usage of this song very much almost verges into spoiler territory but uhm. uhm. starts twitching basically the whole dynamic here is . sometimes when you love you will sacrifice. and while that is usually a good thing sometimes it is not but sometimes it still is. sometimes you pay your dues for love and sometimes someone else has to pay for your love as well. and whether that is worth it to them remains to be seen. but it's all about love still. whether that's a worthy cause is up to you i suppose

the frost - yoshiki and hikaru from hikaru ga shida natsu

fun fact (or not so fun fact since i had it listed as such) this slot was originally meant to be taken up by a gojo/geto edit and while it still works for them frighteningly well i swerved to do another black and white haired doomed gay pairing gfhjkl; i really recommend yall to read hikaru ga shinda natsu/the summer that hikaru died because honestly it speaks for itself! it's SO good i love it so bad

star - ari and luca by @anjitrait

wow these two did not deserve the horrors the narrative (me) slammed down onto their heads. they're kind of the most married of all time to me but like of course under pressure even the strongest most loving of bonds will warp. they've been together for roughly a decade and a half now. they know and love each other as totally as you could possibly imagine. despite it all i am yours, no matter. are we picking up what i'm putting down chat

i'm your man - nayef and sióar by @lucidicer

after the album dropped like at least 3 people swung into my dms with a ?this you?? about this song which. i mean the fucking dogs that start barking halfway through the song. are you kidding me. but anyways sioyef and devotion. sioyef and putting yourself in your lover's hands and looking to them like they are a god. this is super self explanatory. you know

i love me after you - redacted and ophelia

HM.... all i'll say here is that sometimes the homoerotic tension filled high school friendship where both parties have something very wrong with them but in totally different directions can be. scarring. bad. sometimes love just isn't enough when you don't know what you're meant to do with it and when you've lived in survival mode all your life. but that once the dust clears you can scrape yourself off the ground get up keep going and that isn't gonna be the end for you there. or for love, even. sometimes shit just ain't meant to be and thats ok

[mystwrites]

A Simple Question

Summary: Gojo asks Yuta a question that’s been on his mind. Yuta should’ve known better than to lie to his mentor

CW: Tickling (don’t like, don’t read)

A/N: Welcome to my fandom list JJK!😁in case y’all don’t know, Yuta is my favorite lil bean🩷

Yuta was curled up under his blankets trying to keep warm while watching the raindrops drip down his window. It was a rather cold, rainy day and he loved watching how each bead dripped down the glass. To him, it was calming. Nothing felt more relaxing than the rain softly tapping at his window in the late afternoon after a long day.

A knock from his door pulled him from his thoughts. As he wondered who it could be, the thought of Panda, Inumaki and Maki asking him to join them for a group training session or going for a sushi run sounded the most likely. Yuta threw his blanket off and scrambled over to the door, getting his feet tangled amidst the struggle to reach the door as another set of knocking began.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Yuta called out, wiggling his legs free and stumbling to the door.

As the third set of knocking happened, Yuta finally opened the door. However, his friends weren’t at the door like he had assumed. Satoru Gojo stood in front of him, smiling and giving the teen a wave.

“Hey Yuta kun!” Gojo greeted.

“Ooh! G-Gojo sensei!! Come in! Ooohhhh no!! Is it cleaning day already?!? I’m so sorry I didn’t clean my room yet!” Yuta panicked, throwing all his dirty clothes into a nearby laundry basket and trying to make his bed as neat as possible.

“Oh don’t worry. Cleaning day isn’t until Friday. You still have a lot of time.” Gojo reassured, waving a hand. “I only came by to check on my favorite distant relative!”

This made Yuta frown. “Y-you told me I was your only relative that you genuinely liked…”

“Well, yes. You’re also my only known relative as of right now so it makes you my favorite by default!”

“R-right…so, what do you need, sensei?”

A smile. There was a smile on Gojo’s face and Yuta grew suspicious. Sure, it wasn’t odd to see Gojo swing by, he did for whatever reason love checking up on Yuta every afternoon but this smile felt different. It felt mischievous. Yuta was always told to fear Gojo’s mischievous smile because it meant shenanigans would ensue.

“G-Gojo sensei…” Yuta stammered, backing up towards his bed. “I don’t like the look you have on your face…”

“I just have a simple question for you.” Gojo replied, chuckling as Yuta sat on his bed and looked at him nervously. “Are you ticklish?”

“Oh no…” Yuta thought, now extremely on edge. “Calm down Yuta! Don’t let Gojo sensei know that you’re deathly ticklish and already got tickled to death by Panda and Inumaki! Keep it together!”

Gojo didn’t fail to see the sudden panic on the teen’s face nor did he mistake the sudden squeak. It was always fun to see how a student would react to his shenanigans and so far, every student lied to him about being ticklish. Those who were said no and the ones who weren’t did one of two things. They either said no and disappointed Gojo by not laughing or decided to be little turds and say yes only to laugh in Gojo’s face when he realized they weren’t ticklish. Gojo was interested to see what Yuta would say. All he knew at that moment was that Yuta’s mind was absolutely racing.

“N-no…I-I’m not ticklish!” Yuta whispered, squeaking as Gojo lifted his blindfold and showed him his eyebrows raising. “R-really! I’m serious! I’m not ticklish!”

Gojo nodded, looking at Yuta and pulling his blindfold back down. The classic “no, I’m not ticklish” was the way he chose to go about answering this question. It was expected and Gojo let out a laugh.

“Oh? Then why are you so jittery?” Gojo asked, watching Yuta look everywhere but at him. “Are you lying to me?”

“N-no! I-I-I’d never lie to you! I-I’m always like this!” Yuta sputtered, deciding it was time to make a break for it. “Y-you know that…OOOH LOOK! A BIRD!!”

“What? There’s no…hey! Don’t run from me!” Gojo gasped, realizing Yuta had created a diversion. “Yuta kun!~”

Darting around Gojo after giving him a distraction, Yuta ran as fast as he could to grab the handle of his door. He shrieked loudly as Gojo playfully grabbed his hips and lifted him up, flipping him so he’s hanging upside down.

“I gotcha!” Gojo growled, laughing as Yuta shrieked once more.

The giggles were immediate much to Gojo’s delight and he playfully spun around, making sure Yuta was laughing himself silly before launching the tickle attack. Gojo spun clockwise and then counter clockwise before spinning clockwise again, enjoying the laughter it caused.

“Wheeeee!!!” Gojo shouted, laughing along with Yuta as he spun around and around. “Wheeeeee!! You having fun yet, Yuta kun? Wheeeeee!!!”

“Aaaahhhh!! Gojo senseeeeiii!!” Yuta cried, laughing as Gojo stopped spinning him. “Ihihi’m…aaahhhhhh put me down!! Ihihi’m gonna fall!! I’m slipping!! I-I’m dihizzy!! AAAAAIIIYYYEEEEEHEEE!!”

Gojo hoisted Yuta back up, holding his thighs tightly so he doesn’t fall to the floor. “I gotcha! You’re not falling on my watch. Now I’ll ask you again, are you ticklish?~”

Yuta shook his head, smiling up at Gojo. That nervous smile was all Gojo needed to know he was lying. “I-I’m not ticklish!” he said, shrieking as Gojo’s hand suddenly clawed at his belly. “Aaahahahahaa!! Noooohohoho!! Aahhahaha!!”

“Ohhh…what do we have here?” Gojo asked, clawing at Yuta’s tummy once more. “I think you lied to me, Yuta kun! You are ticklish! I knew it! You little liar!”

Maki did say Yuta was “painfully” ticklish when Gojo had asked if she’d learned anything interesting about him. Gojo didn’t think it would be to that extent but boy was he wrong! Yuta was definitely ticklish and a screamer who could possibly make Gojo go deaf if the scream was aimed towards his ears. He screamed with each tickle and it gave Gojo so much joy. Much to his happiness, it seemed like Yuta was also having fun.

None of his students were ever this responsive to tickling and none of them tolerated it like Yuta was. Anyone else would’ve kicked, bit, punched and scratched at this point but not Yuta. All Yuta did was take whatever was given. The variety of touches to his sensitive tummy left the kid in stitches, his cheeks pink and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Ihihi’m fahahalling!” Yuta laughed, squealing as Gojo tossed him onto the bed and suddenly held his thighs down with one arm. “Oh no…”

Gojo suddenly shifted his position and started squeezing Yuta’s thighs, nearly deafened by the screaming that resulted. Laughing, Yuta weakly kicked his feet out and pushed at Gojo’s hands, attempting to roll over to no avail. Trapped, all he could do is laugh and laugh until Gojo decides to have mercy on him.

“My goodness! You’re the most ticklish person I know!~” Gojo teased, leaning on Yuta’s legs and tickling up and down his ribs. “Are your ribs ticklish?”

“Nooohoho!! Thehey’re nohohot!!” Yuta argued, squealing and laughing while pushing at Gojo’s hands. “Ihihi’m nohohot tihihicklish!”

“Yes you are!~”

“Nooohohoho Ihihi’m not!!”

“Alright, if you’re not ticklish then, raise your arms up.” Gojo urged, amazed when Yuta raised his arms up. Right as Yuta’s arms straightened, Gojo’s fingers made contact, tickling Yuta until his arms came crashing down and trapped his hands there. “Aaah tktktktktktk!!~”

“G-gehehet outtahahaha my ahaharmpits!!” Yuta shrieked, weakly shoving at Gojo’s wrists.

The laughter that now escaped Yuta was nothing compared to before. Gojo assumed that Yuta’s thighs were his most ticklish spot but his mind was dissuaded now that he has tickled the boy’s armpits. Yuta’s armpits seemed to be worse than his thighs, causing the boy to scream more often. After a few seconds of gentle scribbling and drilling his thumbs into the spot, Gojo stopped, not wanting to kill Yuta.

“You gotta raise them up again.” Gojo said, pulling at his trapped hands. “You’re clamped down on me so tightly I can’t pull back! Raise em up and I won’t tickle your armpits.”

Yuta’s arms rose slightly. Just enough for Gojo to pull his hands free. Once he wiggled his hands out from underneath Yuta’s arms, Gojo gave Yuta a much needed break, allowing the young sorcerer a moment to breathe and regain the much needed oxygen his lungs desired.

“Ahahahaaa!! Ahahaha!!” Yuta gasped, covering his face as Gojo wiggled his fingers in the air. “Oh my god! Wahahait!!”

“Why? Are you ticklish?” Gojo teased, trying to jab Yuta in the ribs.

“Nooohohoho!! Ihihi’m not!!” Yuta squeaked, shoving Gojo’s hands away.

Much to Gojo’s shock, Yuta growled and stuck his tongue out, giggling as he tried to lick Gojo’s hand.

“Are you trying to lick my hands??” Gojo asked, gaining another growl from Yuta. “And now you’re growling at me?!? Ohhh…you’re in for it now!”

Shrieking, Yuta kicked his feet out and shrugged his shoulders up as Gojo started tickling his neck. Much to Gojo’s delight, Yuta’s neck was another sweet spot that elicited all of the sweetest giggles.

“You really are the most ticklish kid I know! You’re more ticklish than Megumi and he’s really ticklish!~” Gojo cooed, raising Yuta’s arms up over his head and pinning them down. “Ready?~”

“Nononono!! Gojo sensei!! NOOOHOHO AHAHAHAHAA!! *snort* OOOHH!!” Yuta gasped, staring at Gojo for a moment before blushing.

Gojo burst into laughter as he let Yuta go momentarily. With his hands free, Yuta covered his bright red face with his hands, whining as Gojo continued to laugh at the unexpected noise that escaped.

“Aww! What a silly snort!~” he exclaimed, tickling Yuta’s armpits and ribs once more. “Wanna snort for me again?~”

“N-no! Nono Ihihi dohohon’t!!” Yuta protested, screaming as Gojo pinched at the soft spot above his hips. “WAHAAHAHAHAA NOOOHOHOHO!!”

The sensations of hands squeezing his sides and spidering up and down his ribs caused three more snorts to escape from Yuta. As a fourth snort escaped upon Gojo raising Yuta’s arms up, the two laughed as Yuta choked out a laugh that got mixed in with a snort.

“SEHEHENSEI!! AHAHAHAA!!! *hiccup* PLEHEHEASE!!” Yuta begged, hiccuping loudly. “IHIHI CAHAHAN’T *snort* BREHEHEATHE!!”

“Are you gonna tell me the truth?~” Gojo questioned, smiling as Yuta nodded.

“YES! *snort* YEHEHES YES YES!! AHAHAHA!! GOJO SEHEHENSEI!!” Yuta wheezed, kicking his feet out. “OKAY!! OKAHAHAY *hiccup* YEHEHES!! YEHEHES IHIHI’M TIHIHICKLISH AHAHAHAA!!”

Gojo paused, releasing Yuta’s hands once again. Yuta covered his face to hide his bright red cheeks and let out a giggly whine. The snorting was probably one of the most embarrassing noises Yuta has ever made and he wanted to just melt into the floor. Squeaking as Gojo poked his forehead, Yuta peeked out from behind his hands.

“I knew it!~” he snickered, giving Yuta’s hair a ruffle. “You are very ticklish, Yuta kun! And you snort when you laugh hard enough!~”

Whining, Yuta used his foot to poke his toe into Gojo’s ribs, eliciting a shriek from the older man. Much to their shock, they stared at one another for a few seconds before Yuta grinned and jabbed Gojo’s ribs with his other foot, giggling like a little gremlin.

Gojo arched away only to get jabbed with Yuta’s other toe, Yuta grinning with a mischievous look of his own. Poking Gojo’s ribs with both toes, Yuta laughed as his mentor jerked back and giggled rather loudly. It was an interesting revelation to say the least and he wished to explore this further.

“Are you ticklish too, Gojo sensei?” Yuta inquired, reaching out to poke his sides again. “Let me…OHH NOHOHO AHAHAHAA!!”

Just as Yuta reached out, Gojo swiftly grabbed his ankles and trapped them between his legs. With Gojo’s thighs trapping Yuta’s feet, it left him wide open for another tickle attack. Immediately, Yuta screamed once more, squirming wildly in hopes of freeing his trapped feet as ten nimble fingers began to descend.

“It seems like you want me to tickle you some more, kiddo!” Gojo smirked, gently skittering his fingers up and down the bottoms of Yuta’s feet. “How ticklish are your feet?”

“NOHOHO!!” Yuta screamed, wheezing in between fits of laughter. “IHIHI WAHAHAHANNA KNOHOHOW IHIHIF YOU’RE TIHIHICKLISH TOOHOHO!! AAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOT MY FEHEHEHEET PLEHEHEASE!!”

Gojo gently traced the soles of Yuta’s feet, grinning as the gentlest of strokes sent Yuta into fits of laughter. Cackling loudly, Yuta rolled around from side to side before he suddenly sat upright and tried to hide his feet while pulling at Gojo’s sweatshirt. Laughing, Gojo tickled Yuta’s sides and sent him falling backwards, fingers digging into those deathly ticklish armpits once more.

As Yuta started to laugh so hard he fell silent, Gojo took a good look at Yuta’s face and still saw no signs of a forced smile or wanting Gojo to stop tickling him. Yuta genuinely was enjoying the tickles and must want them to continue.

Reaching back down, Gojo scribbled his fingers against Yuta’s feet before grabbing his thighs and squeezing. The volume of Yuta’s laughter rose again until he was screaming and hiccuping more than laughing. As Gojo skittered his fingers back up to the boy’s armpits, Yuta finally fell into a fit of silent, squeaky laughter.

Hearing Yuta fall silent for more than five seconds was telling Gojo that the kid was at his limits. Yuta’s eyes were squeezed shut but Gojo didn’t fail to notice the tears of mirth threatening to fall. After the final poke to Yuta’s sides, Gojo released him, laughing as Yuta sat up, hair a mess and his cheeks bright red.

“Are you okay?” Gojo asked, laughing as Yuta looked at him. “You look a little disheveled.

“Yehehes! Ihihi’m okahahay!” Yuta giggled, wiping his eyes before playfully launching himself towards Gojo. “Now let me tickle you!!”

“You can find out if I’m ticklish later, kiddo.” Gojo replied, laughing as he held Yuta back before suddenly standing up with him on his shoulders and playfully dropping him back onto the bed. “I’ll probably have another question ready for you next time around too.”

“Oh no…” Yuta muttered, his eyes wide. “Remind me to not lie and also to be extremely wary of you…”

Laughing, Gojo ruffled Yuta’s already messy hair and gave him a side hug. “Come on, let’s go meet up with the others. I’ll buy you all dinner.”

Not wanting to turn down the opportunity to get a delicious meal on Gojo’s budget, Yuta nodded and ran over to grab his socks and shoes. As they exited the building, Gojo smiled fondly as he watched Yuta excitedly run over to greet Inumaki, Panda and Maki. Yuta was fitting in just fine at Jujutsu High.

[8myass]

OH MY GOD HIIII ur blog looks supa cool it’s so nice to meet u lele 😁😁

can i be 🧺 anon and request haechan hate sex 🥴🥴🥴 god i’m obsessed w that man

hi hi! thank you so much! of course, you can be 🧺 anon! thank you for making the first-ever request on my page. it was super fun to write this! i, too, am very obsessed with this man, he's genuinely too fine. i hope you enjoy it!! pairing. lee donghyuck/haechan x female reader genre. angst, smut (w plot) pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) wc. 1.6k cw. enemy!haechan, slight bimbo!reader, mean dom!hae, bratty sub!reader tw. alcohol consumption, mentions infidelity and breakup, slight dubcon aspects (bc of the wording, it seems very noncon at first), cursing, mentions blood, name calling (‘bitch’, ‘whore’, ‘toy’), face-fucking, deepthroating, degradation, slight praise (typically only ever mixed with degradation), hate sex (obvi), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap your meat fellas), ass slapping, pet names (‘babe’, ‘baby’), hair pulling, breeding, haechan’s just mean idk??

“Can you at least pretend to love me? Just for tonight?” Haechan frowned, his vision blurred from an extensive amount of alcohol, hung over your shoulder as you dragged him to your car, somehow being left with the responsibility of taking him home after he was found passed out on your friend’s couch. Your friend claimed she had to clean the party that wiped through her house like a hurricane but fell asleep in the bathroom by the toilet, droplets of vomit littering the toilet seat, and more chunks in the bowl. 

You rolled your eyes, popping open the door of the passenger’s side to your vehicle, “You’re fucking ridiculous.” Throwing him in the car, you shut the door and dragged your feet to the driver’s side door, sitting down to instantly start the engine up. He didn’t buckle up, slouching down in the seat, eyes dazed. You looked over at him and sighed, shaking your head, “What happened to you, man? Why’d you drink so much?”

“My girl cheated on me,” he laughed, the amusement in his tone holding the deepest pain you remember hearing your entire life. “We’re not together anymore.”

You didn’t know how to reply, never feeling so much sympathy for someone who you despised so incredibly. “Do you miss her?”

“How could I not? She was my world all through high school, no one else meant as much to me as she did,” he exhaled deeply, his voice cracking, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. 

You sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the drive becoming awkward in the quietness. You still didn’t know what to say, unable to comprehend whether he wanted to find comfort in you at such an awful time. 

“It’s right here,” he pointed out the window as you pulled up his street, stepping on the brakes as soon as you heard his words. 

“This place?” you scoffed, looking at him with your typical disgusted expression, accidentally forgetting the deep emotional conversation you two just had. The place was old, moss growing up the sides of the former white-painted house that had now turned brown due to being behind on cleaning. The windows were clouded, blinds pale and stained, the wood of the door cracked. “It’s a dump.”

He sighed lowly, getting out of the car with a quick shove, turning on his heels to look at you, “Can you come in?”

“You want me to come into your house?” you raised an eyebrow, but something told you to accept his offer, “Fine, just until you sober up.”

You unbuckled and followed him into his garbage site that he claimed was his house, watching him chug water bottle after water bottle sitting at the small, two-person table across from him. 

“Don’t choke, I might laugh,” you chuckled as he continued to gulp down the remaining water in the bottle, eyes narrowing while looking at you. 

“You’re annoying,” he huffed, slamming the bottle down on the table. 

“Yeah, not the first time you’ve told me that,” you snorted, “Are you sobered up yet? Can I go now, Mr. I-need-you-to-come-help-make-sure-I-don’t-choke-on-my-own-vomit?”

“Screw you,” he groaned, standing up and throwing away the plastic bottle into the green recycling bin next to his dirtied fridge. You stood up as well, hurrying toward the door, taking that as a ‘get the hell out, bitch’. Typically, that’d be what that meant, you weren’t wrong for thinking that. 

“Where are you going?” you heard his voice right next to your ear as your body was pressed against the door before your hand could reach the doorknob.

“I’m leaving, you’re sober now,” you squirmed in his grip, his thumbs pressed to the back of your hips to hold your body against the chilled wood. “Don’t touch me, let go of me.”

“Why would I do that? I’m finally available, I can finally touch you how I please,” he hummed, one finger tracing down your spine, his opposing hand slipping up your skin-tight dress, pressing his palm against the delicate skin of your inner thigh. 

“Don’t touch me,” you growled, squirming more aggressively in his grasp. “You’re disgusting, I hate you. Let me go before I kick your dick in.”

“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” he managed to flip your fussy form around so he could look into your pleading eyes. In an instant, you were on your knees, cock down your throat, gagging you to the point of tears pouring down your cheeks, slobber coating your chin as his balls smacked the remnants of your filth off your face and down onto your thighs. 

“Fuck, bitch, that’s so good,” he moaned, smirk popping onto his face as his head fell back. Your tongue looped around his cock as he repeatedly fucked your face, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs so tightly that it nearly drew blood. His fingers were laced through your hair, keeping your head in place as he thrusts himself into your mouth. He scrunched his nose up a few times as he felt your teeth brush against his dick, “A little less teeth, okay?”

“What’s the matter? Don’t act like you haven’t done this before, I’m sure you’ve had a cock down your throat every night since we last saw each other,” he scoffed, looking down at the way your eyes gazed at him with a gentle glint in them. You had only just seen him a few days ago, but you have been with a man every night since then. It was a good time killer, how could you not let some random guy fuck the daylights outta you just for funsies? “You never had something so big down your throat, is that the problem?”

You gagged in response to his question, drool pooling out around the seams of your mouth. His cock was coated in your sticky saliva by now, his tip reaching down your throat, precum leaking out around it. 

“You sound so much better gagging on my dick,” he chuckled, forcing himself entirely into your mouth until your nose was pressed against his pelvis, choking on the cum pouring out of his tip as trails of moans came out of his hung open mouth. “Yeah, that’s so fucking good, babe.”

After pulling out of your weak mouth, you didn’t have much time to bitch at him before you were bent over the table, dress forced up and panties ripped off, already rehardened cock slipped inside your dripping cunt. 

“So wet? Is this for me?” he muttered against the skin of your neck, moans spilling from your parted lips, throat way too sore to reach the volumes you currently were. “Did you like sucking my cock? How about this? Do you like this, hm?”

You frantically nodded as you felt his hands slide up your dress to roughly play with your boobs, thumbs circling over your sensitive nipples, “Ye-yeah, feels good.”

“Fuck, you’re such a whore, you know that?” he growled, smacking your ass after pulling his hand from your boob, the other one still lingering. “Gonna let me fuck you like this after just claiming you hate me?”

“I do hate you,” you scoffed, trying to sound strong, but your voice came out more unstable than you had originally planned. You did hate him, you just might not have hated this moment. The sex was good, I mean, how could you say no?

“I hate you too, don’t worry,” he snarled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head toward him, your back pressed against his chest. “I’m using you, baby. Only to pass the time, only to get her off my mind. You are simply a toy, that’s all.”

“You think she’s ever gonna come back?” you mocked, head slightly turning so your eyes could meet his, which had soon turned into a glare directed at you, “I can’t be a placeholder for someone who’s not coming back.”

“Shut the fuck up, toy,” he growled, upper lip twitching as he pushed you back down onto the table, pressing his palm to the center of your back to hold you there as the other gripped your hip tightly, his thrusts becoming harder yet sloppier. 

He was beyond enraged by your comments, and the movements of his own hips against your poor body really showed that. You were a whimpering and crying mess as soon as he became angry with you, almost making you want to sob out an apology, but you wouldn’t degrade yourself so much as to actually apologize to him, it’s bad enough you were letting him fuck you.

“I think you’re gonna make a good cumdump from now on,” he moaned loudly, his moans echoing throughout the rest of the kitchen. “I’ll use you however I please.”

“Scr-screw y-you,” you whined, continuing to be a little bitch to him, not realizing where it gets you. 

He groaned as he continued thrusting himself into you, head falling back as he smacked your ass again at your words. You squealed and dipped your head down against the table, burying your forehead into your arms. Your bodies colliding rocked the entire table, the sound of its creaking spread through the room.

Soon enough, he had let loose strands of cum inside you, feeling his hot liquid fill your insides as loud moans flew out of his mouth, desperate and frantic cries falling out of you, your release also shaking your body, cum seeping out around his cock. 

“Shit, maybe we should do this more often,” he’d say only as he’s rebuttoning his pants and you’re fixing your dress, wiping your mouth of the drool that poured out of the corners of your lips, patting away the dried tears coating your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah, whatever,” you rolled your eyes and stormed out of his house, ‘hoping’ you’d never see him again, but knowing damn well you’d cave and show up to his place the following night, all for a round two…

[pprodsuga]

dont rlly have a specific request but Jay . anything jay Pls . 😁

for my darling nic—jay loves you but not as much as i do

note: if this seems at all familiar, it’s because i took inspiration from a blog i previously had and reworked it. :)

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Jay is an enigma that you can’t seem to figure out.

He’s best friends with your roommate, who is far too eager to pull you out of your bedroom on a Saturday night to meet up with your mutual friends at the local waterhole. It’s a staple bar that’s heavy on the weekend rotation despite having seen evidence of having one too many drinks to the point where you both refuse to get out of bed unless you crawl.

Jake convinces you to put on ‘real clothes’ (in the form of throwing a dress that is short enough to combat the warmer summer nights with a neckline just low enough to show enough cleavage to score free drinks from the bartender) by way of throwing it onto your lap as you stare at your TV screen from the couch.

You two are the last to arrive. Heeseung makes room for you and fetches an extra stool. Sunghoon holds your purse while Jake offers to accompany you to the bar and order a drink or two to catch up with the rest of the guys.

Jay, however, has barely given you the time of day and you’re starting to wonder if you’ve been reading things wrong.

You aren’t sure when this thing started exactly. You’ve been the quiet type who tends to have the most fun when you’re with people you know, although Jake has coaxed you out of your shell since befriending you in college, which leads you to the president day with his friend group that had adopted you as one of their own. Jay’s the same, too, quiet by nature until you get to know him. Part of you thinks it’s why you like him so much. You have to do the work in order to get to know him and dig far deeper beneath the surface to understand him.

Jay comes over semi-regularly. You were too timid to spend time in the living room while he and Jake played video games on the couch, shouting at each other while you’d sit in the kitchen and scroll through your phone until boredom hit. It felt too awkward to be in the same room as someone you barely knew, the wandering glances and polite ‘excuse me’s’ too awkward for you to handle.

It wasn’t until both you and Jake fell ill from the typical flu season that Jay stepped up to the plate and showed you another side of him you hadn’t seen before. Coming over to take care of his best friend and someone he barely knew warmed your heart, along with the homemade soup he delivered to your apartment every day until the two of you recovered.

You’re like a shy cat who’s coaxed out of your bubble every time Jay comes around.

Little by little, you stay in the living room for a longer period of time when Jay comes over. He throws a haphazard smile your way before asking about your week and other mundane questions to keep the conversation flowing. You don’t shy away and force yourself to ask him the same questions too, and find that his laugh is melodic. You wouldn’t mind hearing it more often.

You start to open the door for Jay when he knocks. He starts to text you instead of Jake when he’s arrived at your doorstep. You become relaxed around him unlike the stiff, cardboard cutout-like person you were when you first met him. Jake is beyond thrilled when he realizes that the two of you are getting along and that you’ve taken it upon yourself to join them on the couch when they’re spending time together.

You think Jay might like you back because he stays up texting you throughout all hours of the night when, really, he should be sleeping to wake up for an early day at his job. He comes over when you ask him to, leaving Jake a bit perplexed to find him already in the apartment when he comes home from the gym. Jay even dedicates some time into looking up restaurants he’d think you’d like and takes it a step further by asking you to accompany him without any of the other guys around.

It feels comfortable and safe, the way Jay started to get to know you. It feels even more rewarding when you start to understand just who he is as a person beyond his exterior. But despite all of this back and forth, you feel stuck in a will-they-won’t-they situation because Jay will pay for your meals and wait for you to enter your apartment before driving away, but hasn’t done anything beyond that.

Moreover, Jay doesn’t realize that women find him attractive, but you do.

You notice it when women perform double takes on the sidewalk and stare at him far too long for your liking. You see it when waitresses and cashiers think of anything and everything to say to him as he’s paying, reluctantly letting him go once he gives them a nod and a thanks.

Jay never picks up on these advances and it hurts you when he smiles back at them and entertains their banter for a minute or two. He leaves room for something more with just about everyone he speaks with even if he doesn’t realize it, and it kills you.

Tonight is no exception.

You’ve returned from the bar with Jake, who tells you to cover the next time you get coffee to pay him back for tonight’s drinks. You’re barely able to register that a very attractive woman has approached Jay as he returned from the bathroom when you sit down at the seat Heeseung saved for you.

She compliments his cologne and tells him how good he smells, inviting herself closer to his body and telling him this like it’s a secret she wants him and only him to know. She squeezes his bicep and bites her lip when he politely thanks her, and you notice Jay doesn’t move from her grasp.

The woman compliments his hair, his smile, and every physical feature she can visible see to coax Jay into staying with her for the night. It’s too much to witness, especially when you see her shove her phone in his hands so that he could type his phone number.

You’ve barely touched your drink when you tell your friends you need some air.

You’re grateful no one follows you outside, although you’re sure Jake might’ve taken a peek to see where you are to ensure that you’re in a place he can see at all times. The weather has cooled down significantly and you’re starting to regret not bringing a light jacket.

The door beside you opens. You don’t have to look to see that Jay followed you outside.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You nod once, looking ahead of you. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just needed some air.”

“You look a little cold.”

You hate that you can hear the concern laced in his words.

“I’m fine. Thanks, though.”

Jay shakes his head and removed his jacket, offering it to you.”

“Here, take mine. I don’t want you to get sick.”

You shake your head.

“I’m fine. It’s not even that cold anyway.”

You feel his stare at your bare arms, which are no doubt littered in goosebumps. Still, your stubborn nature refuses to give in.

Jay sighs. “Please, Y/N? If not, I think you should come inside. The guys are wondering where you are.” I’m wondering where you went.

You take the jacket from his hand and drape it over your shoulders. Jay would’ve preferred if you put your arms through and wore it properly, but he supposed he can’t be too picky when you’re being like this.

When you don’t say anything, Jay takes it upon himself to move beside you and learn on the wall you’re occupying.

“Are you okay? You’ve been out here for quite some time.”

“I’m okay. It was getting hot inside.”

Jake bites his cheek but doesn’t say anything, even if he knows you’re lying.

“Yeah, it can get pretty warm in there. Loud, too.”

You barely nod. Jay looks at the floor before looking back ahead of him.

“Did you get the air you needed?”

Hesitantly, you shake your head. “No.”

“Well, can I do anything to help?”

His question makes you whip your head in his direction and you feel as though you must look silly with the way your eyes are glazed over and how your lips start to tremble. Jay’s eyes widen in shock at how you’re looking at him. He wants to hold your hand and comfort you until your eyes aren’t watering anymore.

“I think we should stop doing whatever this is.” He watches as your finger gestures between the two of you.

“W-What?”

“We’ve had our fun, don’t you think? It’s probably time for us to stop pretending that this will go anywhere.”

Jay panics. “Why are you saying this?”

You huff out a humorless laugh. “I just watched you type your phone number for a girl before coming out here, Jay. Any hope that you and I could be anything other than ‘just friends’ went down the drain. Women are always throwing themselves at you and you entertain them when we’re together. I like you so much to the point where I can’t sleep at night because I always want to talk to you, but then you go ahead and put your phone number into some random woman’s cell. It hurts my feelings, Jay.”

He shakes his head rapidly, his palms sweating despite the cold air. Jay pushes himself off the wall to face you with an expression of sheer panic.

“No, no, you’ve got it all wrong. Please just listen. I didn’t give her my number and the whole time I was wishing I could muster up the courage to tell her to fuck off.” He laughs to himself. “That’s such a shit-sounding excuse but I’m terrible when it comes to rejection and telling people no. I move on autopilot and I don’t know how to do anything except for being polite and hoping they take the hint. It feels like I’m letting people down if I don’t at least acknowledge them.

“The truth is, I like you a lot. Too much, probably. I think about you all the time and I force myself not to text you my every thought because I’m afraid that I’ll scare you away. I don’t want that woman that came up to me, or anybody who isn’t you. I just want you and I’m sorry that it seems like I don’t.”

Your face warms up at his confession and it feels like your heart is stuck in your throat. Jay’s affection rekindles something within you and it’s almost as if you’ve forgotten why you were upset in the first place.

“You’re not going to say anything?” he croaks.

You throw caution into the wind and kiss him.

He feels your palms pressed against his chest as you lurch your body forward in an attempt to be as close to him as possible. Your lips move in tandem with his and Jay brings his hand to hold the back of your neck in a gentle grasp while his other rests upon your waist to keep you in front of him like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

When you pull away, you look at him and Jay presses a kiss to your forehead as he puts his hand in your own. He leads you back into the bar and secures his jacket on your shoulders without letting you go.

When the two of you are back inside of the bar and standing in front of your friends with a knowing glint in their eyes, Jay doesn’t hesitate to kiss you in front of them either.

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[britany1997]

Hey it’s me!! 😁 just wanted to say keep up the amazing work and if you don’t mind, ima throw in a request! If you don’t feel like doing it, feel free to delete it! We do share a favorite, that’s for sure, paul! However do you write for Paul x reader x marko? If so here’s what I have (totally can just write for one too. Doesn’t have to be both! Like your rules said, have open artistic freeedom!) :) >

Paul x rocker fem! reader x marko? Maybe like a woman who loves rock but definitely dressed to impress? Like a blinged out jacket and leather skirt? Huge! Huge hair! (Kinda self projecting aha-) but would love to have like a blasting bike ride? Have blaring music riding down a Santa Carla high way on the back with one of their bikes just being terrors on the road? Being ahem ✨bike candy✨ or ✨backseat princess✨

And a spicy idea— maybe RIDING *wink wink* one of them while they ride their bike? Or sit on the bike. However? Just sounds like some shit they’d do. But really it’s open to you. I’m just projecting some ideas I’ve had for a while!

Love the visual of them all standing at a gas station like ✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍 🏍️all filling up their bikes and just jingling subtly with all the jewelry and chains.

So sorry this got long. LOL! But again keep up the great work and I’ll always support you boo! 💗💗

Passenger Princess

Hey bestie🫶 thanks so much for the encouragement, you’re so sweet🥹 this was so fun to write! Hope you love it💕

Paul x Fem reader x Marko

Reblog or comment to support my writing:)

Warnings: Smut minors DNI, fingering, nipple play, riding (fucking on the bike while it’s on) biting, cum eating, p n v sex, think that’s it

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You squealed, bouncing on the back of Marko’s bike as he sailed over yet another bump in the road. You brought your hands closer together, tightening your grip around his waist. Vampires weren’t exactly the most cautious drivers, and you weren’t wearing a helmet.

Your boys had tried, but you’d refused. You spent way too much on hairspray to have your masterpiece ruined by helmet hair.

Marko had rolled his eyes at your protesting, but Paul had understood.

“It’s hard work keeping up with a mane like this,” he’d pleaded your case while fixing his own glorious hairstyle into place.

You almost regretted it when Marko hit a huge pothole, but nothing beat the feeling of the salty sea wind blowing through your locks while you zoomed through Santa Carla at night.

Marko turned towards you a bit when he felt your grip tighten around him. “Gonna stop to fuel up soon bella ragazza,” he promised.

You nodded back and leaned your head against his back as he sped.

The hum of the motor died down as Marko pulled to a stop at a pump. It wasn’t long before Paul rode up to the other side.

“Hey slowpoke, was wondering if you’d make it here before morning,” Marko teased.

“Ha ha.” Paul replied, “had to drive behind ya so I’d catch her if she flew off the bike Evel Knievel.”

He dismounted and strode over to your side as Marko began to fill up his tank. You moved to slide off but Paul picked you up before you could.

“Hey!” you exclaimed as he spun around with you in his arms.

“Princess like you shouldn’t have her feet touchin’ the ground baby, we’re gonna carry you everywhere,” he promised as he rubbed his nose against yours.

You blushed at Paul’s sweet talk, “yeah you’re a real prince Paulie, you gonna put me down now?”

Marko shoved the fuel dispenser back into place before stealing you from Paul. “Serious baby,” he smiled as he held you, “let us take care of our pretty little rockstar yeah?”

Your face flushed a deeper red while Paul pouted at his suddenly empty arms. “Not cool bud,” he mumbled.

“Go fill up your bike Paulie,” Marko teased as he placed you back on his motorcycle.

His hands fell to your knees as he pulled them apart and moved to stand between your legs. You let out a tiny gasp at his sudden closeness.

Marko leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he began to toy with the hem of your jet black skirt. He licked your ear, forcing a whimper from your full lips.

“Love you in a skirt dolcezza,” he placed his hands on your thighs, pushing up the skirt so it bunched around your hips.

“Marko,” you warned, “people will see…”

Marko quirked a brow as he took one of his hands from your hips and reached under your skirt. A gasp fell from your lips.

“See what baby?” he asked as you fought to keep a moan from spilling out, “see me standin’ in front of you? Can’t see anything else from this angle,” he pulled your soaked panties to the side and pushed a finger into you. You took in a sharp breath.

Paul waved frantically, causing your head to turn as Marko crooked his finger inside you. “I dunno guys, I’m seeing a lot more than standing from over here,” he mocked.

“Jealous,” Marko sing-songed.

Paul crossed his arms, his lip jutting out as he leaned back against the pump.

You reached out for him, your other hand wrapped around Marko’s shoulder. “Need you too Paulie,” you breathed between whimpers and moans as Marko pushed another finger into you, swiping his thumb across your swollen clit.

If Paul had a tail it’d be wagging. His smile stretched from ear to ear. He came up behind you, pulling off your deep purple leather jacket and sliding his hands under your top. “Thought you’d never ask honey,” he whispered in your ear.

“Hey Paulie,” Marko smirked as he continued to toy with you.

“Hey Marko,” Paul replied as he leaned forward.

Marko’s lips met his, both boys pressing their bodies against yours as they shared a sensual kiss.

The sight, combined with Marko stroking your clit, and Paul circling your nipples threw you over the edge. Your head fell back onto Paul’s shoulder as you coated Marko’s hands with your release.

Marko smiled into Paul’s lips as he felt your legs shake. He pulled away from Paul before withdrawing his fingers from you with a pop. You whimpered.

He sucked his middle finger clean, “mmm so sweet baby,” he said, kissing your forehead, “wanna taste Paulie?” he held out his hand to Paul.

“You know I do,” Paul replied as he leaned forward and sucked the rest of you off of Marko’s pointer finger.

“Taste so good honey,” Paul whispered in your ear, “that’s why I call ya sugar,” he winked.

Your head turned towards him with a lazy smile, “you’re pretty sweet yourself Paulie,” you pecked his lips, “you too,” you pecked Marko’s.

“But I’m gonna spend the rest of our joyride with sticky thighs, so not fair,” you pouted.

Marko’s angelic face turned devilish as a smirk spread across his lips, “can’t have that now can we bella?”

He kneeled in front of you as Paul held your waist from behind. Your hands found their place in Marko’s curly hair, pulling lightly as he licked your thighs clean.

When he finished he smoothed your skirt back into place and put his head on your lap, “can’t get enough of you pretty girl.”

You couldn’t stop the blush that rose to your cheeks, they knew exactly what to say to make your heart race.

Paul cleared his throat from behind, “speaking of not gettin’ enough, I think maybe I deserve to have ya on my bike the rest of the night.”

You giggled, “ok Paulie, whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want? How bout I take you for a ride then?”

You shot him a confused look, “Isn’t that what you just said?”

He smirked, “no babe, I’m takin you on my bike, but I’d also like to take you on my bike, ya know?”

Your lips parted in shock.

“Betcha wish you had that helmet now, huh babe?” Marko teased.

You hesitated, but the proposition made your thighs clench. “What if we crash?”

Paul’s face turned serious, “sugar I wanna make you feel good, I would never let anything happen to you,” he promised, “if you’re not comfortable, say the word and I’ll just drive you around, it’s whatever you want baby.”

You bit your lip, “no…I want to,” you told him, your voice heavy with desire, “I trust you.”

He smiled and kissed you softly, “I’ll take real good care of you babe I promise.”

He slithered around to your front, wrapping his hands around your thighs and squeezing lightly. He moved down and slid his hands up your skirt, rolling down your panties and stuffing them in Marko’s back pocket.

“Paul,” you breathed in shock.

“Just woulda gotten in the way sugar,” Paul winked as he squeezed Marko’s ass.

You smiled as your wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He slipped his hands under your thighs and carried you to his bike, placing you down towards the front of the seat.

You turned slightly to reach out and unbuckle paul’s belt, much to his surprise. You winked, “it’d just get in the way.”

He smiled and kissed you as he took over for you, turning you back to face the handlebars before freeing himself from his jeans and mounting the bike behind you. He flicked the kickstand up, but before he could start the engine, you gasped.

His brow furrowed and he leaned around to your side, “what’s wrong baby?”

“My jacket…” you pouted.

“Got it!” Marko called from his bike, holding it up for you to see, “don’t worry dolcezza, I know a thing or two about keeping a jacket safe,” he teased.

You smiled, “let’s ride.”

Paul smirked, “don’t gotta tell me twice.”

He reved the engine, sending pleasurable vibrations throughout your body. You squeaked.

Paul laughed softly, “don’t get too excited, not even inside you yet honey.”

You couldn’t see him behind you, but you knew he was smirking. You rolled your eyes.

You gripped the handlebars, your hands sandwiched in between Paul’s so he could steer. He kissed your cheek before taking off down the road, Marko not far behind.

Paul pressed into you slowly as he maneuvered the bike.

You moaned as you felt the familiar stretch of him. You pushed back onto his throbbing cock.

He was half way in when he popped a wheelie, knocking a gasp from your lips and causing you to slide down on his dick until he was balls deep inside you.

“Paul!” you screamed, half in shock and half in pleasure.

He kissed your cheek in apology, “sorry sugar, couldn’t wait, you feel too good,” he moaned, “god you’re so warm, and wet, and tight. Fuck. Love this pretty little pussy more than anything. Love you more than anything.” His praise sent shivers through you.

He bit down on your shoulder as he began to move in and out of you slowly, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm, careful not to give you too much all at once.

Moans, gasps, and whimpers fell from your lips as Paul fucked you gently.

After awhile, he pulled a hand from the steering wheel and pushed you towards the fuel tank, pressing you clit up against it. He twisted the throttle, causing the bike to speed up and the tank to vibrate harder.

“Fuck Paul,” you moaned loudly as you felt the vibrations rip through you.

“Mmm feel good baby?” he whispered as he rolled his hips into you roughly, stroking the spongey spot deep inside you. You both moaned in unison as his movements caused you to clench down around him.

“Close sugar?” he asked, his voice strained and thick with arousal.

“Yeah,” you breathed in reply, “you?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, “cum with my baby, coat my dick for me,” he said as he roughly hit your g spot once more.

That sent you tumbling over the edge and you fell apart on his cock. He moaned your name as he came inside you, filling you up.

As he came down from his high, Paul pulled over to let you catch your breath. As soon as his kickstand went down, you collapsed forward on the motorcycle, exhausted. Your cum and his leaking out of you onto the seat.

He chuckled and gathered you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest. “You with me baby?” he asked as he pushed sweaty strands of hair from your face.

“Yeah,” you sighed wistfully, “let’s do that again sometime.”

Paul laughed, “whenever you want babe, just say the word.”

Marko pulled to a stop next to the two of you. “How’s she doin?” he asked.

“She’s great,” you replied, “maybe ready to head home.”

Marko’s lips pulled up into a smile, “sounds good, but first…”

He stole you from Paul and set you down on his bike seat, legs facing him.

“First what?” you asked confused.

“Gotta take care of those sticky thighs again bella,” Marko winked as he kneeled down in front of you.

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Italian words:

Bella Ragazza- beautiful girl

Bella- beautiful

Dolcezza- sweetness

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[sunflowerabyss]

Hi!! Omg i just discovered your stories and i LOVE them!! There's not enough fics about older remus, i love that you write for him🙌🏼 so i have a request: Could you write something with Older remus and younger reader who is Severus's little sister? (Like maybe Tonks age). Where they met at the Order but him and Sirius don't trust her at first because she dresses in all black (very typical witchy aesthetic, just like Severus) and has a serious resting face so she doesn't look very friendly... but then he realizes she's actually shy and sweet and bubbly.

Idk, that's the general idea i have, you'll have to see how to make them end up together🤭 Btw, if you don't like the idea don't worry! Just ignore it😁

Dances in the Dark

Pairings: Older!Remus Lupin x Fem!Younger!Reader

A/N: Awww, first off, thank you for your kind words! I love older Remus and feel like he doesn't get the recognition he deserves. I hope I lived up to your expectations, it was a fun write!

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 25), Fluff

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As Severus Snape's younger sister, you were a study in contrasts. At twenty-five, your age belied the depth of experience etched onto your features. Growing up in the shadow of your elder brother's reputation had forged you into a resilient and independent witch. The Snape bloodline ran thick with a unique blend of brilliance and tenacity, traits that manifested in both Severus and yourself.

Your magical abilities exceeded those of many your age, a fact that had earned you a place within the Order of the Phoenix. The decision to allow you to join the ranks was met with skepticism, especially from Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.

It was this very similarity that triggered distrust among some Order members. Remus and Sirius, in particular, eyed you warily, wary of potential deception or hidden agendas.

The first time Remus Lupin laid eyes on you, he couldn't help but draw parallels between your demeanor and that of your older brother. Dressed in all black, your attire mirrored Severus's signature aesthetic, and your serious resting face painted you in the same guarded hues. You exuded an aura of stern determination, an exterior that echoed the standoffish nature associated with the Snape name.

Sirius Black, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist making a snarky comment. As they stood in the corridor outside the meeting room, Sirius leaned in, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Did you notice, Remus? Little Miss Snape over there is like a mini Snivellus. Same brooding aesthetic, same unimpressed face. Bet she's got a cauldron of bat spleens hidden in that black dress of hers."

Remus shot Sirius a disapproving glance, his eyes narrowing. "Sirius, she's here to help. Let's not jump to conclusions quite yet."

Sirius chuckled, undeterred by Remus's disapproval. "Right you are, Moony. But a Snape is a Snape, and you know how much I trust them."

Remus sighed, realizing that getting Sirius to see past his biases would be a battle of its own. Truth is though, Remus isn't sure if he can trust you either. Sure, Severus helped him brew Wolfsbane, but that was under Dumbledore's order. Remus still wouldn't trust him as far as he can throw him.

As the meeting progressed, Remus couldn't help but keep a watchful eye on you. The air thickened with tension, and the wariness in the room mirrored the doubt that clung to you.

He observed from a distance, noting the way you isolated yourself, much like Severus. Yet, amidst the stoicism, there were subtle moments that caught his attention--a fleeting smile, a quiet chuckle at a fellow member's joke. These small glimpses contradicted the Snape facade, hinting at a more complex persona beneath the surface.

After the meeting concluded, Remus decided to approach, determined to unravel the mystery behind your Severus-esque facade.

"Severus's sister, right?" Remus inquired, his voice a blend of curiosity and caution. You met his gaze, and the intensity in your eyes surprised him. It was a gaze that held secrets, a silent challenge.

"Yes. Y/N," you replied, your tone measured.

"It's good to have you here with the Order."

"It's good to be with the Order."

Remus nodded, though uncertainty lingered. Over the following weeks, he observed you from a distance, noticing your tendency to retreat into the shadows, engrossed in books and spellwork.

Remus eventually found himself enchanted by the subtle charms of you. As you immersed yourself in the world of books, Remus couldn't help but notice the endearing quirks that made you all the more captivating. The gentle kick of your feet, an unconscious expression of joy, as you delved into the pages of a captivating novel added a playful touch to your serious demeanor. During spellwork, your movements were a graceful dance of magic, revealing a finesse and dedication that spoke volumes about your skill. In moments of solitude, Remus caught the soft chuckle you tried to stifle at the humor within the pages of a book or the unexpected outcome of a spell. The quiet library echoed with the delighted squeal that escaped your lips when you ventured into the realm of romance novels, a momentary lapse into unabashed joy. Your serious exterior slowly cracked, revealing a shy and sweet nature that few took the time to uncover.

Every night at Grimmauld Place was draped in an uneasy stillness, and the weight of the impending war pressed heavily on your shoulders. Unable to find sleep, you found refuge in the dimly lit library, the soft glow of candles flickering in tandem with the music streaming quietly through an old record player. Your fingers traced the edges of an old book as lyrics danced in your ears, a desperate attempt to find tranquility in the chaos.

Remus, too, roamed the halls restlessly, unable to succumb to the embrace of sleep. The subtle melody of muggle music drew him toward the library, and as he entered, he discovered you immersed in the world of both literature and music. The sight was enchanting--you, surrounded by the soft glow, lost in the rhythm of the night.

A gentle clearing of his throat alerted you to Remus's presence. Startled, you turned around, a sheepish smile playing on your lips. "Sorry if I woke you up," you apologized, the sincerity in your voice echoing in the quiet room.

Remus shook his head, a small smile forming. "No need to apologize. I was already awake. Mind if I join you?"

A nod of agreement passed between you, and Remus took a seat across from you. The awkward tension that had lingered in the air seemed to dissipate as he asked, "What keeps you up at this hour?"

You sighed, your eyes reflecting the weariness that clung to your soul. "Just trying to find some peace amidst the chaos, I guess."

Remus understood, a shared sentiment etched on his features. "I feel the same. The world outside these walls is anything but quiet."

The conversation flowed naturally as you both discussed the music, finding common ground in the tunes that resonated with you. The library transformed into a haven where the war seemed distant, if only for a moment. As one song faded into another, a daring thought crossed your mind.

"Would you like to dance?" you asked, your voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Remus blinked in surprise, his expression softening. "Dance? Here?"

A mischievous grin tugged at your lips as you stood, offering your hand. "Why not? Sometimes, we need a little escape, don't we?"

Remus hesitated for a moment before accepting your hand, rising to his feet. The room became a canvas for an impromptu dance, the soft music wrapping around you like a protective cloak. In the quiet elegance of the moment, you spoke words that had lingered unspoken.

"I know my presence brings uncertainty, given Severus's reputation," you confessed, eyes searching Remus's for understanding.

He nodded, his movements mirroring yours in the dance. "It did, at first."

The admission hung in the air, but instead of casting a shadow, it became a bridge between you. Remus continued, "But I've come to see the person behind the name, the one who finds comfort in the quiet of the night, just like me."

In the midst of the war's cacophony, you and Remus found a moment of respite, a connection forged in the gentle sway of a library dance. As the mellow notes of the music enveloped the dimly lit library, you found yourself in a moment of quiet intimacy with Remus. The dance had woven a delicate connection between you, as Remus' arms encircled you, holding you close.

Feeling a surge of courage, you rested your head against Remus's chest, finding solace in the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat. It thudded beneath your ear, a rapid tempo that betrayed a subtle undercurrent of nerves. The music continued, its gentle melody seemingly synchronized with the quickened beats of Remus's heart. Remus tightened his embrace.

The library, with its flickering candles and ancient tomes, became a sanctuary where the chaos of war retreated, leaving only two hearts finding each other.

Unbeknownst to you both, Sirius stood in the shadows, a silent observer of the scene unfolding before him. His eyes, typically sharp and filled with mischief, softened as he witnessed the unspoken bond between Remus and Severus Snape's sister. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a rare moment of warmth and understanding. As he quietly retreated back to his room, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. Severus is gonna be so mad.

[greykolla-art]

Your art drives me cuckoo bananas. If you're still doing requests, could you perhaps draw some poly Lucius/Izzy/Black Pete?

This was so fun! cause I had to figure out what the dynamic between these three would be together!

I’ve never come across a fic that has Pete join in with Lucius and Izzy’s weird little dance. I don’t personally think that would work, but I can see them bond over other stuff!😁

(Oh my god guys anyone else wanna throw up from excitement?! Season 2 in one day!!! 🤩)

(well, I gotta wait untill oct 6 probably, cause I live in Iceland but THATS OKAY IM SO READY!)

[infictionalwonderland]

pairing: jj x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol & drugs, drunk reader, drunk jj, drunk everyone, sum floof, lots of suggestive content.. 😁, groping, PDA, CHAOSSs

Its was John B’s birthday.

Amazing, right? That’s what JJ Maybank had thought anyway—he’d been planning the birthday party of his best friend, with the help of his girlfriend, for a few days now and today was finally the day where everything came together. All the Pogues had done up the Chateau—cheap silver Christmas tinsel hung loosely from the wooden ceilings, wrapped (messily or otherwise) presents stacked in pyramid form on the coffee table. Blue, silver and purple balloons were scattered around, a tacky blue ‘happy birthday’ banner slapped against one of the walls. And alcohol, upon alcohol upon alcohol was lined up neatly in the small open plan kitchen.

The party had long since started up—the birthday boy himself having arrived about an hour and half ago with a giddy Sarah in tow (she had the initial task of keeping him distracted) and with a brief emotional moment for John, sop, the party had begun.

Chaos.

You’d all migrated outdoors now—taking some things from inside with you on your way; Pope had climbed up the tree, all on his own (you had a proud mom moment) and with the ukulele he’d nicked from Kie, he was playing shitty tunes while randomly shouting at the air.

John B lay in his hammock, a shitfaced grin at his lips and a purple cowboy hat hanging from his head, a day of the dead dead design etched onto his face with Sarah’s eyeliner. A bottle of half done Vodka encased in one of his hands. JJ was sat down on the long grass, back against the tree, he was wearing the Christmas tinsel from indoors around his neck and had tied another in a bow around his waist—he’d taken to crafting (or attempting to craft) little grass rings and bracelets from the grass he plucked off the ground and two beers rested in between his parted legs, the front of his lengthy blonde hair tugged into a tiny ponytail with a clear rubber band.

You girls, on the other hand, were all dancing your drunken hearts away—Rude boy by Rihanna was currently blaring from the speaker Kie had smartly brought with her and the free of you were living your absolute best life’s.

“I like the way you touch me there—“

All three of you sang out loudly, and Kiara grinned suddenly with beautiful mischief before she put soft hands to your bare waist and tugged you back fully against her body, hands caressing you up and down to empathise the point of the song—you giggled along with her actions, throwing your head back into her shoulder with feigned euphoria and gliding her hands across you body as you grinded back on her.

“I like the way you pull my hair—“

Sarah didn’t seem to plan on missing out of the fun, eagerly strutting you both and sliding in behind Kiara, leaving said girl sandwiched between you two. You were all giggling and to do as the song said—Kie parted you hair into quick pigtails before tugging on them jokingly: you titled you head back to look at her with a dopey grin, pressing back on her and sensually swaying your hips.

“Babe, if I don't feel it I ain't faking, no, no I like when you tell me kiss you here—“

Simultaneously, with the sung lyrics, you and Sarah turned your heads to face Kie and smacked loud kisses to her soft skin, leaving lip stains on both of her cheeks—you caught the blondes eyes over her shoulder as she bit onto her bottom lip with a mockingly lustful expression which made you cackle.

“I like when you tell me, ‘move it there’—“

With the lyrics, you turned yourself around so you were chest to chest with Kiara and you slid yourself down her body, moving your hips sensually to the music and running your hands down her body as she leant her head back on Sarah, grinding against the blonde while messing with your hair.

“So giddy up, time to giddy up You say you're a rude boy—“

As you shimmied back up gracefully, you winked at your best friend and toyed with a pretty curl for turning so your back was against her again—the three of you drunkenly singing along to the song.

When you all finally stopped dancing shortly after that, out of breath as you all laughed over seemingly nothing, your eyes finally landed back on the three boys—finding them all staring at you three already. John B was half hidden by the hammock, looking ready to hide his gaze at anytime, Pope was gaping with an evidently loose grip on the instrument in hand and your boyfriend simply stared at you, enamoured.

“I think we broke them.” Sarah loudly whispered.

The three of you launched into laughter but Kiara’s laughing paused as she took note of Pope’s grip on her ukulele.

“Pope you break that damn ukulele, I swear.” Kie immediately exclaimed with intoxicated obnoxiousness as she took into a weak sprint towards the tree, startling the boy so bad he did drop the ukulele and Kiara exclaimed in pure terror, barely managing to catch it in time.

“My baby.” She whispered, terrified, as she cradled her instrument.

You and Sarah happily entangled hands, skipping around in a circle briefly with soft giggles before towards your boyfriends, hands swinging back and forth as she muttered something about capybaras you didn’t catch.

“Hi.” JJ whispered, looking up at you like you were some goddess.

“Hi my beautiful boy.” You popped your lips together—lipgloss smacking sensually, drunk off your fucking tits, you were.

The glazed shine of love in his eyes immediately doubled, a sheepish heat to his sun kissed as yiu plopped yourself down next to him happily on the grass.

“Hey.” He whispered, again, dumbly.

You grinned at him in return, looking every bit of angel that he thought you were and as he continued to watch you with sprinkles of nothing but deviation in clear blue eyes, you positioned yourself away from the tree to lie down in the soft, green grass.

JJ allowed a drunken gasp to slip from his lips at your beauty in that moment—skin glowing magically under the shining moonlight, eyes crinkled in the corners from your wide toothed grin, hair like a makeshift halo amongst the long grass, shirt riding up slightly and revealing even more of your heavenly soft skin.

He didn’t waste a second, moving the beer away from him (save the alcohol, always) before literally leaping on top of you. Legs either side of your body, arms either side of your head and shark tooth necklace dangling just above your perfect face.

“M’ pretty girl.” JJ breathed out, smearing kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, nose and you erupted into little giggles of infectious laughter underneath him. “The prettiest girl. ‘Love you so much, baby. Never gonna stop, promise. Ever.”

“Woah.” You gasped, intoxicated and giddy. “You like my dancing that much?”

JJ pouted, a disappointed grumbled moving from his frowning lips and he pinched the plush skin of your thigh gently—soothing it over immediately as you yelped out.

“Relax, Jesus, people these days.” You pouted. “I love you—J, never gon’ stop either. You’re mine now, no backing out.”

“I would never.” He frowned sternly.

You gazed up at him wordlessly, love glinting in your colourful irises and he practically melted from his place above you, smushing himself so close to you his shark tooth necklace fell softly in your cleavage—a feeling that made you giggle.

When JJ caught your wandering gaze saunter over to his beer, he grinned knowingly. The blonde took his bottle of beer with a fond sigh and you smiled up at him innocently—rolling his eyes, he pulled down your bottom lip expectantly and you made an obedient ‘o’ shape which had him humming in approval before he put his beer to your lips, soothing his hands through your hair as you drunk.

“Alcoholic.” He named, narrowing his eyes teasingly as he moved the drink away from you again.

“Pothead.”

The both of you giggled, heads cloudy and lost in thoughts of only each other as the night air cooled sun kissed skin and sounds of Work Out by J.Cole played absently in the background.

“It’s my birthday!” John B suddenly jolted up from his place in the hammock and shouted out.

“Go shawty it’s your birthday—“

“We gon’ party like it’s your birthday—“

“We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday—“

“And you know we don’t give a fuck it’s not your birthday!”

“It is my birthday though.” You barely heard John B softly mutter as JJ suddenly captured your lips with his own in a searing kiss, his hands wrapped around your thighs and dug into the meaty flesh, the kiss tasted of beer, weed and your strawberry lipgloss and it was beyond perfect. You hummed into it, fingers tangling into her blond floppy hair, quietly whining in disappointment as he pulled away—your bottom lip between his teeth before he let go.

He squeezed onto your thighs again, moving to slot one of his legs in between them—the cold of his rings made you gasp slightly, a sound that had him grinning.

“You know. .when it’s your birthday, imma throw you your own little party,” JJ whispered it like a scared secret, his scent, eager yet loving touches and rough voice swallowing you whole. “But—but it’s not gonna be a shitty little bash, nah, baby, it’s gonna be all you could want. Birthday of your dreams, for you, my dream girl.”

“Dream girl, huh?”

“Dreamiest.” He hummed drunkenly, peppering sloppy kisses to your cheek before digging his face in the crook of your neck and softly inhaling your scent. “Got an early present for you, dream girl.”

You giggled softly, full of drunk aloofness, as he learned over you and his hair (scented with your coconut shampoo) fell partly into your face.

“Here.” The beautiful face of your boyfriend was once again inches apart from your own and you smiled in content. At your grin, his own appeared and suddenly small grass rings were being thrusted into your face—they were done kinda tackily, small specks of white flowers from the warm green grass poking through uneven strands carefully wrapped together without any true skill. To you they were perfection, and what made them even more perfect was your boyfriends grinning face, sun kissed skin slightly flushed.

“For me?”

As you attempted to reach for one, he caught your wrist softly, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm—humming at the smell of you and the softness to your skin. He carefully put one of the rings (the one with the most flowers) onto your ring finger, shyly peeking up at you for your reaction but you were beaming so heard small dimples erupted and he quickly continued on, now grinning himself.

“I—I know it’s not like, the best, but eventually imma get a pretty, dream ring for my prettiest, dreamiest girl.”

“J.” You called, softly, and he looked up through his lashes, heart pumping aggressively in his chest. “Love you, so much.”

A grin spread across his cheeks in an instant as he leaned down to connect your lips, feeling the slightly itchy feel of the grass ring brushing against his skin as your fingers combed from his hair, his smile stretched wider. His dream girl was truly the dream.

[euripidestrousers]

Microfic idea: how about one of them gets drunk and the other one has to put them to bed? 😁

Lemme just pick myself up off the floor - one of my favourite writers in this fandom gave me a prompt!!

And it's a good one too. Writing this little snippet was so much fun, thank you!

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“I don't need an escort.”

“Of course not.”

“I was just having a good bloody time. If Lily didn't want to go to bed then-”

“Then you would have stayed up all night drinking with James, yes, I'm aware”, Remus smiles to himself as he adjusts his grip on Sirius’ arm slung over his shoulders. He forgets how heavy he is. Sirius always holds himself with such lofty grace that it's easy to forget he's rather solid - something Remus is frequently reacquainted with when Sirius rolls on top of him during the night. But watching Sirius and James singing cheerfully (and terribly) at each other as they danced around the fire tonight, made it easy to believe that Sirius weighed less than a feather.

“Too right”, Sirius growls, leaning heavily on Remus and ignoring the strained grunt that escapes, “We've earned it haven't we?”

Remus gets an unwelcome flash of a battlefield, the bridge where the Order had a standoff against Death Eaters meaning to sink the bridge and all the muggles on it before the Order had swept them away. It cost them a few of their own that day. Loss has become a constant companion, lying in bed between them every morning. 

Sirius had insisted James’ birthday be celebrated a week later. The hard line of his clenched jaw and hollow eyes had betrayed a motive other than celebration - a night to live again, defiantly, openly in the face of all the odds. A resistance worthy of Sirius Black and James Potter. And live they did tonight. 

“Yes, I think we've earned it a few times over”, Remus replies softly. 

Sirius grunts and Remus can feel him slipping into the dark, the melancholy which he succumbs to so easily without James’ brash voice and quick laughter. Remus used to feel a tinge of envy - he could share this man's bed but his soul is already shared between him and James. But Remus understands it now, has long come to terms with it. Who couldn't love James Potter with all their heart?

He pulls himself out of his musings, forcing some lightness into his tone, “What did you put in the fire? That smoke set me off laughing like I haven't done since Prongs walked into that tree antlers first.”

Sirius brightens a little, swaying rather than dragging his feet. “A little something for the nerves, my dear.” Sirius suddenly grins boastfully, “Haven't heard you sing since sixth year-”

“And not again for another few years I think”, Remus chuckles, pulling Sirius closer as he stumbles, both to steady him and to leech some of his endless warmth. It's supposed to be Spring but it's unusually cold, a chill blowing in from the coast and biting at the tips of his ears. Remus barely resists slipping a hand under Sirius’ shirt where he knows there's an endless source of heat. 

They've reached the front steps of their little town house and Remus concentrates on steadying himself to guide Sirius up the steps. 

Sirius is blissfully unaware of Remus’ struggles, his breath hot in Remus’ ear as he mumbles, “Moony, always such a gentleman. Insisting on walking me home-”

“We live together-”

“Gonna put me to bed?” Sirius grins lecherously, the effect ruined a little by the slurring, “Tuck me in? Big, bad, scary wolf you are.” He snorts rudely and Remus would be offended, except the fact that Sirius finds his lycanthropy being a source of irony rather than fear has become reassuring.

Remus shakes his head, about to tell him that he'd bet money on Sirius passing out as soon as his head hits the pillow, but then Sirius throws his head back and starts belting out a warbled but recognisable song, “Ooh, love, ooh, lover boy. What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy-”

“Shh, Sirius-”

“Set my alarm, turn on my charm-”

“Turn it back off-”

“That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy”, Sirius throws his arm out as he makes a meal of the last word and Remus loses his balance, falling against Sirius and pinning him to the front door. Sirius’ laughter is warm against his cheek, his body burning beneath Remus’ hands, and he can't help but laugh with him, full of light and love. He feels it. The reason Sirius insisted on tonight being a night of laughter and celebration. He feels the spark of life thrumming in his veins, a renewed vigour for being alive. 

They stumble through the front door and Remus stops Sirius from swaying towards the shelf full of liquor - “Come on, have a nightcap”, “Bed. Now, Padfoot” - and successfully guides him towards the bedroom. Sirius is still humming the tune to the Queen song as he collapses onto the bed, leaving Remus to pull off his boots. 

When he starts unbuttoning Sirius’ belt, Sirius grins up at the ceiling, singing softly, “Say the word and your wish is my command-”

“I should be so lucky”, Remus mutters fondly, “Come on. Pants off.”

“Fancy a-”

“You are about to fall asleep”, Remus chides even as he admires the hard lines of Sirius’ shoulders and chest as he pulls off his jacket and shirt.

Sirius flops back on the bed in just his underwear and a content smile on his handsome face. Remus undresses himself to the peaceful tune Sirius hums, then crawls into bed next to him, nudging him to move over. 

“There's a hangover potion on your bedside”, Remus murmurs, closing his eyes. 

The bed dips and then he's squashed under a burning, heavy weight pinning him to the bed. He smiles, wrapping his arms around the dead weight, brushing black wavy locks off his face. 

“R'gonna win.”

“Hmm?” Remus hums in question, already thinking about what to make for breakfast in the morning. He pulls himself back to the present to listen to Sirius’ drunk mumbling.

“We're gonna win”, Sirius mumbles in the quiet, where the only other noise is the pipes groaning behind the walls, “This war.”

Remus hesitates, his heartbeat thudding in his ears and liquor swirling in his stomach.

“Of course we are”, he finally agrees softly with more conviction than he feels.

“You paused”, Sirius grunts, “Don't do that.”

Remus swallows, eyes wide and staring at the shadows on the ceiling. 

“Go to sleep”, he murmurs. 

It's a long time before he feels Sirius’ sleep twitches, signalling him falling into a deep sleep, and it's longer still before sleep creeps into the edges of Remus’ vision, held at bay by doubt and fear and the sense that if he closes his eyes, what he has will slip between his fingers.

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

May I get hc's for how bay bumblebee, hotrod, and Dino would react to their cyber s/o getting an automated motivational planner. Like how some people get an app or have a phone that helps you stay fit or help you build confidence or positiveness for a better life but it makes you sometimes change your schedule to be busy at early or late hours of the day to obtain your goal. Kind of like how Lucy got that fit bot watch ⌚️ in the show " Lucy and Dic episode 3 😁 and it got overwhelming.

Bumblebee:

At first he didn't understand why they needed it. He could have done everything the planner could have done. But after a while he really starts to see the benefits of its use.

He can see a change in his S/O as they reach the goals they had set. He is incredibly proud of them and throws them little parties when they succeed in another goal.

He always gets up early with them, or stays up late. Luckily he is quite flexible in his duties and is able to change his schedule as well. He may not share the same goals as his S/O, but sometimes he participates in their activities just because he wants to spend time with them.

Hot Rod:

He was fine with them getting it. If they want it to help them, then he won't stop them. Sometimes he will do things with them, on their new schedule. He finds it fun. He often wonders if he can record some of his own motivational speeches on their device, so they can hear his voice while they work.

Unfortunately, they often have very opposing schedules. Hot Rod still has to work for Vivian, and his S/O's new device wakes them early or keeps them late. Which means they miss each other a lot.

He is sad about them being separated, but he is still happy for them to be reaching their goals. He just makes sure to really enjoy the time they do have together and to make their time special.

Dino:

He doesn't know why they needed to get one when they have him. He can be and is very motivational. He would be happy to help them if they wanted to make changes in their life. They could have made changes together.

He dislikes that it changes their schedule so much because it means they have less time together. He gets lonely and a little jealous of the planner taking away all his S/O's attention. He tells them often to get rid of it, and they just work on things together.

He tries to work with his S/O and slightly changes his schedule to work with theirs. But he can't fully because of his work. In the end they both have to compromise. They both set dedicated time to each other, and the planner gets turned off during their time together.

[valwrites-stuff]

Can you do one where you make Lars jealous on purpose and he gives you a lesson afterwards being rough and all? 🔥

Y'all wanted Lars smut, there you go 😁

Fueled desire

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ Smut, degradation

I was tagging along with Metallica on their tour with Guns N' Roses, and the energy was palpable. The music, the crowds, the late nights and early mornings - it was all a whirlwind of excitement and adrenaline.

But amidst all the chaos and excitement, there was one thing that was weighing on my mind - a silly little argument I had gotten into with my boyfriend, Lars. It was nothing serious, just a petty disagreement over something trivial, but it had left a sour taste in my mouth.

As we arrived at the afterparty following their show, I decided to clear my head and have some fun. The party was in full swing, with music blaring and people dancing and laughing. I spotted Duff from Guns N' Roses across the room, and a mischievous idea popped into my head.

I made my way over to him, flashing a smile and striking up a conversation. We chatted about music, life on the road, and everything in between. I could see Lars watching us from across the room, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the jealousy in his eyes. It was childish, I knew, but in that moment, it felt good to have the upper hand.

As the night wore on, Duff and I continued to chat, laughing and joking as if we were old friends. Lars eventually made his way over to us, his expression unreadable. He stopped in front of us with an icy glare, interrupting our conversation.

Lars grabbed my wrist tightly, his grip firm and possessive. "We're leaving, let's get back to the hotel," he said, his voice low and commanding.

I tried to pull my wrist away, but his hold was too strong. "Lars, what are you doing? Let go of me,  I'm staying here." I demanded, my voice tinged with anger.

Lars ignored my protests and began to lead me away from Duff, who was watching the scene unfold with a mixture of confusion and concern. "What do you think you're doing? Throwing yourself at Duff and flirting with the guy all night?" Lars growled, his jealousy evident in his tone.

"He's just a friend, Lars. You're being ridiculous," I shot back, frustration bubbling up inside me.

Lars didn't respond, his jaw clenched tightly as he continued to drag me away. I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

As we made our way back to the hotel, the silence between us was deafening. I knew that this was far from over, and that the drama between Lars and I was far from resolved. But for now, all I could do was follow him, my heart heavy with the weight of our complicated relationship.

Without a word, he led me back to our hotel room, the door falling shut loudly. I tried to say something, but he cut me off, turning me around and pressing me against the wall roughly, making me gasp.

"Enough of your stupid little games," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, right up against my ear. "You think you can just flirt with whoever you want and make me jealous? Well, I'm not going to stand for it."

I could feel the heat radiating off of him as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. I could see the fire in his eyes, and I knew I had pushed him too far. But there was something thrilling about the way he was taking control, his dominance sending shivers down my spine.

"Maybe you need a lesson in who you belong to," he whispered, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I could feel the tension between us, the desire and frustration mixing together in a heady cocktail.

Lars smiles at the little sounds I'm letting out, holding my figure in an almost possessive manner. "That's right. You're mine to own." 

He presses himself into me from behind, his hand on my ass as he kisses me hungrily. With how intense the kiss is, it's as if Lars is staking his claim over me. His other hand pulls on my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me. 

I moan as Lars pulls my head backwards, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth fiercely as I let out another moan. Lars grip on my hair tightens, his need to claim me, growing with every movement.

Letting go of my mouth, his lips trail down my neck before biting into the exposed skin, making me yelp. "Fuck Lars!"

Lars' mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting as he leaves a few dark marks on my skin. He pulls away, only to look at his work, running a finger along the love bites he knows I have to try and hide later.

My body is trembling with need as I manage to stay upright, holding onto the wall. Lars grins as he feels my body shake, the way I'm trying to keep myself together only making him want to take me even more. He moves his lips back up my neck, lips lingering against my ear as he whispers, "Look at how desperate you are for me. There's absolutely no need for any other man to throw yourself at, like a needy fucking whore..."

"No, I only need you." I let out a shaky breath. Lars chuckles, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in closer, body pressing against mine. "That's exactly right. You're mine and only mine. I'm the only one who can make you needy like this. You need me, say it!" 

"Lars, I need you, please!" I hear you laugh at my desperation. "Good girl," Lars purred, his thumb stroking my bottom lip gently, before he gets a hold of the hem of my dress to roughly pull it upwards, exposing my ass, a delicate lace thong parting my cheeks, grabbing one to squeeze, his touch possessive and rough.

 "But you don't think you deserve to come tonight right?" Lars punctuated his words with a sharp smack on my exposed flesh, the sound echoing in the room. 

The sudden sting of his hand on my ass sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through my body, making me gasp and arch my back. "Ow, Lars! I'm sorry, please you need to let me come tonight..." I whimpered, voice hoarse with need. My pussy throbbed, aching to be touched, begging for Lars' attention.

"That's it, let me hear you beg," Lars encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "I want to hear how much you love it when I spank that pretty ass of yours." He delivered another smack, this time on the other cheek, leaving a warm, tingling sensation in its wake.

My legs trembled as I struggled to stay upright, body buzzing with sensations. "Please, more... I want more," I begged, my inhibitions melting away. "Oh you'll receive plenty more and you're going to count them, understood?  You'll learn to count your blessings.." I nod and give in to the rough treatment. 

Lars brought his hand down on my exposed backside, the sharp crack echoing through the room. I let out a gasp, body jerking forward as the sting registered. "Count, babygirl," Lars instructed, his voice firm yet laced with a hint of pleasure. "One." "One," I repeated, my voice trem. "Please, Lars..."

Another swift motion and the hand came down on my other cheek, leaving a blazing trail of heat. "Two," Lars intoned, his voice steady. "Two," I echoed, body trembling. 

Lars' eyes glinted with satisfaction as he delivered another strike, this time across both cheeks, creating an 'X' of fiery sensation. "Three," he said, his breath hot against my ear. I moaned, my body responding to the pain and pleasure. "Three," I managed, voice a breathless whisper. "Oh, God..."

As the game progressed, Lars' strikes became more intense, each one a deliberate assault on my senses. With every stroke, my body responded, pussy growing wetter with each count. I lost track of time, my mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations as I clung to the wall.

"Ten." Lars announced, his voice thick with desire as he paused to admire my trembling form. "Please Lars, I need you! I can't take any more of these." 

"Greedy little impatient thing, aren't you?" Lars teased, his breath hot on my neck as he nuzzled my sensitive skin. "But I aim to please." He reached around, his fingers dipping beneath the flimsy fabric of my thong, finding my wetness and without warning, plunging two fingers deep inside of me. 

A loud moan escaped my lips as Lars' fingers filled me, stroking in a rhythmic motion, hitting all the right spots. My body moved instinctively against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "Fuck, yes! Right there," I cried out, my forehead pressed against the wall.

Lars chuckled, the sound vibrating through me as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of my slick heat. "You like that, huh? My fingers deep inside you, making you wetter by the second." He added a third finger, stretching me, filling me to the brim, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna come... Lars, I'm so close," I panted, my body tensing as the coil of pleasure tightened within me. Lars' thumb found my clit, circling it relentlessly, stopping every movement right before sending me over the edge. "No please I..." 

Lars straightened up, his eyes dark with desire as he took in my disheveled appearance as he coos. "I'm so sorry babygirl, you wanted to cum? You thought I'd let you cum that easily?" His voice was thick with lust, and he took a step closer, his hardness pressing against my thigh.

"I-I..." I stuttered, my eyes flickering with uncertainty and arousal. I was at his mercy, body betraying me as my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my dress.

Lars's arm snaked around my waist, he kept me locked in place as he removed his hand from my panties. "You're so wet, so responsive," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "But I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you scream my name when I make you come. You have to earn it."

My mouth went dry as his words sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs. "Please, Lars," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll beg if that's what you want."

With a possessive growl Lars removed my dress, throwing it aside followed by his fingers roughly pulling my panties down my legs, leaving me bare before he pinned my hands above my head with one hand, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. His free hand trailed down my body, tracing my soft tits, before kneading them hungrily. "Oh baby, trying to make me jealous without thinking of the consequences..."

As he spoke, he released my hands and reached for his belt, undoing it with practiced ease. The sound of his zipper echoed in the room as he freed his thick, throbbing cock, rock hard by now. Lars undressed quickly before he positioned himself behind me with his length pressing against my entrance, teasing me with its promise. "Please, just fuck me already!" I begged, voice hoarse and raw.

He obliged, gripping my hips tightly as he thrust forward, filling me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my body accommodating his size as he stretched and filled me. Lars set a relentless pace, not giving me any time to adjust and his hands leaving red marks on my skin as he pounded into me, claiming me with each thrust.

"You like that, don't you? You all did that on purpose?" he grunted, his breath hot on my neck. "My dick feels so good inside you, making you mine."

I could only moan in response, body moving in sync with his, each stroke hitting my sweet spot, pushing me closer to the edge, hoping Lars lets me come this time. The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter.

Lars reached around, his fingers finding my sensitive bud once more, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you want to cum for me now, babygirl?" he grunts, his voice hoarse with desire.

My body convulsed as an intense orgasm ripped through me, causing me to scream his name, his hand flying to my mouth to muffle my scream. My inner walls clamped down on his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Lars groaned, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he spilled his seed deep inside of me, his climax intensifying my own.

We remain joined, breathing heavily, our hearts pounding in unison. Lars's hands gently caressed my trembling body, his thumbs brushing away the tears of pleasure that had formed in the corners of my eyes.

"That," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction, "was just the beginning, babygirl. I plan on making you come again and again. Until you feel so sorry you just have to apologize over and over to receive my forgiveness." 

[maochira]

Hello! Can I request hanging out at the beach with Blik boys in NEL series ?

Like how they would react to the reader in swimming trunks, them just fighting to be beside the reader in the bus (yes, again) and you can had other stuff…

"Again"? Ahh I think you're confusing me with @haikyuul0ver ahahah 😭 they recently wrote something about the boys fighting about who gets to sit next to their manager on the bus!! (check out their writing btw!!) But I'll gladly write your request! Only doing Bastard München for this because I don't want to put every team in one post, but I'll do the others separately!

Requests open! - NEL assistants masterlist

Beach day with Bastard München!

Tags: gn!reader, basing this on the simping headcanons, so your simps are Kaiser, Isagi, Ness and Hiori!!, Igaguri gets bullied😁, didn't write them reacting to reader in swimming clothes part but............. this was very silly and fun

Series synopsis: You, Claire (@deerangle3) and Mao (me) are assistants in the Neo Egoist League

-Kaiser and Isagi were fighting about which of them gets to sit next to you the entire time before getting on the bus. Ness really wanted to sit next to you as well, but he kept argumenting why Kaiser should get to sit next to you

-instead of fighting about it, Hiori asked you very nicely so he got to sit next to you!!

-Kaiser and Isagi were both very disappointed. Also, Claire and Mao kept making fun of them for being massive simps

-once you're at the beach, Kaiser offers to put sunscreen on you. Isagi does the same. They end up getting lost in ANOTHER fight so you just end up doing it by yourself

-they always get so lost in their fights about who gets to be close to you and Ness always joins to help Kaiser, so you end up being with Hiori most of the time. Unless Kaiser and Isagi get themselves together and act like normal people for once

-Kaiser is SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN. Complains about how hot it is and requires Ness to remind him when it's time to reapply sunscreen

-Kaiser gets water in his eyes ONCE and makes a really big deal out of it

-you have to calm him down and comfort him until his eyes stop burning. Then he starts using that as an advantage and gets water in his eyes multiple times because he knows you'll come to comfort him when he does

-Hiori doesn't go into the water most of the time. He's just sitting under a parasol to hide from the burning sun. He's either napping or watching you and the others

-you do convince him to join a little, though. Just swimming around and having a nice time!!!

-also Noa avoids being in the sun at all costs because as much sunscreen as he applies, he gets sunburnt VERY easily

-Kunigami doesn't go swimming either. He's just waiting for the day to be over

-Kurona acts as if he's a shark and tries to attack you many times. It turns into a fun game between the two of you!! You simps get jealous, tho

-Mao hates the beach, sand and saltwater, so she's either carried by Raichi or sitting on Gagamaru's shoulders the entire time. Raichi throws her into the water once tho. After that, she stays on Gagamaru's shoulders the entire time (probably getting an awful sunburn on the back as well)

-Claire is busy bullying Igaguri half of the time. The other half she's busy simping for Yukimiya

-Claire pushes Igaguri under the water and then she complains about how she "had to touch him"

-usually, Raichi and Claire don't like each other but when it comes to bullying Igaguri, they're happily working together

-you join to the Igaguri bullying as well. Cause. He kinda deserves it. Also, it's funny. Noa isn't that amazed by it, though