#i hate these bitches pls choke <3

[obsidianbaby]

FUCKING BROWNIES

synopsis - you've been good friends with the triplets for the past few years and are visiting them in LA. You and the guys decide you want to bake some brownies but you're missing some key ingredients, Matt and Nick go out to pick them up leaving you and Chris alone.

warnings & notes - dom! chris x reader, oral (fem receiving), choking and a lil bit rough, angst, slight degradation, overstimulation, praise (let me know if I've missed something)

a/n - this is my first time writing smut in fucking yearssssss so pls be kind<3 also tried my best not to use y/n cause i hate that shit okok enjoy mwah

- I also despise writing dialogue so bare with me

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"alright be back soon!!" Nick shouts as him and Matt walk down the stairs to the garage door.

Chris and I stand alone in the kitchen now, Chris hovering over the mixing bowl at the counter, his back to me, and me sitting at the table reading the back of the brownie mix box.

"Don't know why you guys decided to buy brownie mix that requires so many ingredients you don't have" I say putting the box down and sighing.

"Dude I think you can wait like 20 minutes for them to get back" Chris says laughing turning around to face me.

"Mmmm yeah but then we have to wait for them to bake so really it's going to be closer to an hour" I say back jokingly looking up at Chris who's now leaning with both hands across the table in front of me.

"Damn a whole hour, are you gonna parish before then?" He says sarcastically squishing my cheeks with his hand. I playfully swat his hand away and stick my tongue out at him.

"Yeah actually I might," I say while pushing my chair out getting ready to stand up, "I might just need a quick taste test..." I say as I stand up to begin my journey to the mixing bowl on the counter. 

Just as I make my way around the table Chris moves to stand in front of me placing his hands on my shoulders to stop me in place.

"Uh uh uh no way I'm letting you stick your grimy little fingers in the brownie mix" he says shaking his head at me.

"Hmm seems like a challenge" I say daringly before darting around the other side of the table towards the mixing bowl. 

"For fucks sake" he says sprinting after me. He pulls my wrist and yanks me towards him just as I stick my fingers into the bowl.

"Hahahaha too late bitch" I say pleased with the chocolate brownie mix spread all over my fingers. He watches me intently as I begin to lick the mix off of my fingers. I close my eyes with delight, "yummmm you should have some" I say as I pick up the bowl and shove it in his direction.

"Yeah okay" he says hesitantly as he dips a couple fingers into the bowl and licks some of the mix off while looking at me. "Mmmm" he walks over to grab some paper towel but I interrupt him.

"Wait what are you doing?"

"Wiping my hands off??" He looks at me puzzled.

"Noooo you can't waist that shit" I say as I grab his wrist and bring his fingers to my mouth. I begin to lick and suck on his fingers, swirling my tongue around them trying to savor every last drop of the brownie mix. Chris stares at me intensely, his pupils dilating with desire as he bites his bottom lip.

After I think I've gotten all the mix off I take out his fingers from my mouth slowly. I look down at the tent growing in his gray sweats in front of me.

"Shit... Sorry" I say smiling shyly as I slowly release my grip on his wrist, knowing that this is crossing the normal boundaries of our friendship.

He looks down at his growing hardness and back into my eyes, licking his lips. "No you're not" 

"Yeah you're right I'm not" I say smirking at up at him. Fuck me it'd be a lie to say I didn't want him to take me right then and there having been attracted to him since we met.

"Hmmm" chris ponders for a second as he looks my body up and down. The wetness my legs starting to soak through my panties.

"What...?" I ask looking at him with a raised brow trying to hide my growing smirk.

"I don't think you got all the mix off so I think you'll have to try again" he says bringing his fingers back up towards my mouth, grazing his thumb over my lips for permission and I gladly part my lips open and he slips his two fingers back in my mouth. 

I stare up at him as he slowly guides his fingers pumping them in and out of my mouth, my tongue swirling around them. He watches me licking his lips in satisfaction. I grab his hand and force his fingers as far as I can down my throat causing me to gag, saliva dripping down my chin.

Chris lets out a groan, "oh fuck" he says as I continue to guide his fingers down my throat, choking on his digits.

I then take them out of my mouth and inspect them "yep they look clean to me, here you are" I say smirking as I push his hand back towards him gently, enjoying the sexual frustration growing in Chris's pants, hoping he takes the bait of my seduction.

"I don't think im done though" he says stepping forward, closing the gap completely between us, his hard cock poking me through his pants. My thighs clentch at the heat growing between my legs.

"Oh?" I say sensually, tilting my head at him.

"Yeah see, you got a taste but I don't think I'm finished with mine yet" he says, firmly grabbing onto my jawline tilting my head to the side exposing my neck.

"But you haven't got anymore brownie mix to-" I begin but I gasp mid sentence as Chris's lips attach to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. He picks me up by the waist and places me on the counter top, his legs spreading mine open for him to stand in-between.

With his hands firmly holding onto my waist he continues to kiss down my neck and across my collar bone before lifting his head up at me smiling cheekily. I grab his face with my two hands guiding his lips to mine needing to know what it feels like to kiss him.

We start moving our lips together at a lightning pace, his tongue grazing over mine asking to be let in and I immediately grant him access, our tongues fighting for dominance.

I stop the kiss by biting and sucking on his bottom lip which causes him to let out a husky moan. I smile with satisfaction at this, which causes Chris to shake his head as he places his hand around my neck squeezing firmly, causing me to let out a moan. 

He then smiles with pride from my escaped moan and I roll my eyes at him. He uses his grip on my neck to push my head back a little forcefully against the cabinet and I moan again. 

"Hmm didn't think you were the type to like it rough" he says smirking devilishly at me, his eyes almost black with desire.

The arousal dripping through my panties has me needing to clentch my thighs together but they're being held open by his waist. He instantly looks down at my legs tightening around his waist and he places another quick sloppy kiss to my lips before moving his hands onto my bare thighs, slowly guiding his hands further and further up and under my shorts until they sit resting at my pantie line, his fingers trailing teasingly under the hem. He looks up at me for permission and I nod instantly at him. 

With this he slips one of his hands under my panties and runs a finger up and down my slick, swirling his fingers in my wetness, his other hand gripping tightly around my thigh and I gasp.

Staring hungrily into my eyes, he lifts his hand from my thigh to my neck and roughly choke slams my head against the cabinets as he plunges two fingers into my hole and begins to pump them. My body jolts from the sudden tightness in my core and a few moans escape my mouth, "Oh fuck chris" 

"Fuck you're so wet already, sucking my fingers really got you off huh? Fucking slut" he spits as he curls his fingers up hitting my sweet spot with every pump, his other hand wrapped around my neck.

My legs start to shake and my breathing intensifies, the knot that's been building dramatically since I sucked on his fingers moments ago aching in my stomach begging to be released.

"Fuck chris I'm getting close i" at those words he retracts his fingers from my cunt and brings them to his mouth, his one hand still gripping my neck as he stares at me while slowly licking my arousal until his fingers are clean.

 My walls ache from the emptiness craving the need to tighten around something. "Fuck chris please" I beg trying to grab his hand to guide it back to my slick where I need him but he swats my hand away.

"You taste so fucking good" he says with a devilish smile, pushing my head back against the cabinets.

"Fuck chris please continue I was so close" I whine through suppressed breathes, pulling a face at him and he just smiles at my neediness.

"I don't think this was enough to satisfy me though" he says as he waves his two fingers that he just licked clean in front of my face before releasing the hold on my neck and gripping my thighs with his hands.  He aggressively digs his hands into my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the counter. He kneels down in front of me placing my legs over his shoulders and I bite my lip in anticipation.

He kisses the inside of my thighs teasingly, slowly moving his soft lips closer to my clothed heat. He places a gentle kiss over my clothed wetness before shifting my panties to the side exposing my cunt to the cool kitchen air causing me to gasp. He stares up at me as he licks a line from my hole up to my clit before pressing a soft kiss to it. 

"Fuck chris please" I beg, bucking my hips up to try and create friction against his face but he holds my legs firmly in place.

"Please what? Use your words sweetheart" 

"Fuck please Chris I need you I need your mouth on me"

"Good girl" he smirks as he places his lips around my clit and begins to suck. He snakes his hand around my leg and puts his fingers in me, curling them up into my spongy walls.

I instinctively buck my hips against his face starting to grind against his fingers inside me and he lets out a gutteral moan causing his mouth to vibrate around my throbbing clit sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

He removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue and starts to draw tight circles around my clit with his thumb and I moan, gripping his hair to help guide his tongue further inside me.

"Fuck you're so fucking good for me" he says against my slick before diving his tongue back inside. 

The knot in my stomach snaps and my legs shake around his shoulders as he continues to tongue fuck me through my high. He retracts his tongue from my slick once my walls stop convulsing around his tongue and he wipes my waves of arousal off his face on his hoodie sleeve. 

He helps me move my legs from his shoulders and he stands up bringing his lips back to mine once again so I can taste the mess I made all over his tongue. 

Our lips moving against each other instinctively, tongues swirling around, teeth clashing. And he continues to rub my clit gently with his thumb, the overstimulation burning causing me to moan loudly in his mouth.

"Fuck chris too much" I say between moans as I try to continue to kiss him through the pressure that starts to rebuild in my stomach.

But the moment gets interrupted by the sound of the garage door shutting downstairs. We both look at each other eyes wide in shock.

"Fuck" we both say in unison as I stumble off of the counter and Chris tucks his rock hard dick up in the waistband of his sweats. 

We both eradically pace around the kitchen trying to find something to do that looks normal as Matt and nicks voices get closer and closer by the second. 

I quickly hop into the chair I was sitting in when they left fixing my underwear and shorts as best I can and Chris stands awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen trying to shake out his messed up hair as Nick and Matt turn the corner and continue their walk into the kitchen.

Matt places the grocery bags on the counter and him and Nick continue their conversation, oblivious to the sexual tension flooding the air.

Suddenly they stop and hesitate as they both shoot questioning glances between me and Chris. 

"Everything okay in here?" Matt asks looking directly at me as he starts to unload the items from the grocery bag onto the counter.

"Yeah what's with the awkward silence, usually you two don't ever shut the fuck up." Nick adds as he picks up the brownie box to double check the instructions before heating up the oven.

Chris and I look at each other and smile in unison, our ridiculous laughs breaking the awkward tension.

"Yeah yeah we're good" Chris says patting Nick on the back.

I stand up to help Matt with the missing brownie ingredients, "yeah it's all good guys let's make some fucking brownies" I say picking up the eggs.

MATT'S POV 

Nick and I park in the garage and as I'm grabbing the bags from the back seat I can hear muffled moans coming from inside. I snap my attention to Nick standing in front of the car to see if he heard what I did but he's still yapping about the sweet cashier from cvs who checked us out. 

Nick opens the door and I make a note to close it as hard as I can so they know we've made it back home, hopefully interrupting whatever it is they've gotten up to while we've been gone. 

Nick shoots me a questioning look, "okay calm down what did the door do to you?" He jokes poking at my clear annoyance which for nicks sake, doesn't know the direct source, that being Chris hooking up with our best friend.

We make our way up the stairs and as soon as we turn the corner into the kitchen the smell of her arousal fills my nose and I inhale deeply trying to take it what I can, my mouth beginning to water.

I place the bags gently on the counter and start to unload the items trying hard to focus on my conversation with Nick and not the annoying smirk that paints Chris's face, the glow of her arousal still shimmering over his lips. Fuck.

Nick sensing my annoyance and the awkward silence between my brother and best friend, stops mid sentence and shoots me a questioning glare which I return with my own glare and shrug my shoulders, turning my attention to my best friend sitting awkwardly at the table. 

"Everything okay in here?" I ask staring intensely into her eyes as I continue to empty the items from the bags. She looks back at me and her cheeks instantly flush before breaking our stare and looking towards Chris. 

Nick adds, "Yeah what's with the awkward silence, usually you two don't ever shut the fuck up." I chuckle to myself as I watch him turn the oven on. 

I noticed her and Chris exchange a knowing glance before they burst out laughing. I grit my teeth at their reaction, Chris annoyingly saying "yeah yeah we're good" patting Nick on the back and thankfully it's Nick who stands closer to him cause i would have swung on him right then and there for sticking his face between the legs of my girl.

She gets up and walks over to me a smile planted on her perfect and fucked out face. She stands beside me the heat of her body pressing against my side as she helps me gather the ingredients.

"Yeah it's all good guys let's make some fucking brownies" she says as she picks up the egg carton. I let out a heavy sigh and she shoots me a quick side glance with a raised brow. I decide to suffocate my jealousy with a hard swallow and smile back at her.

As we start mixing the missing ingredients in all I can think about is how much I regret wanting these fucking brownies.

a/n - let me know what ya guys thinkkkkkk <3

updated a/n - part 2 posted below MWAH xx

[waterinz]

HAIII UR BLOG THEME IS SO CUTE IM IN LUV!!

more sukuna smut pretty pls 🤭 maybe something ab making reader (his favorite lover/concubine) dumb on his cocks 🤭🤭

AWWW THANK U SO MUCHHHH 🤭

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One and only..

warnings: rough sex, fingering, restraining, kissing, size difference, choking, crying, pet names (love, angel), degrading (slut, whore, “BITCH” USED ONCE), cursing, true form sukuna, aftercare, dacryphillia.

pairings: tf!sukuna x concubine!femreader

A/N: i love reappearing after long periods of time! :3

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Sukuna sat at his desk, looking around at his concubines, more specifically, you. His other ones couldn’t handle him like you could, round after round. Their sex drive wasn’t as high as yours, only you could fuck him in his true form for hours on end and still have energy for more. You were special to him. Other concubines hated you, not only did he give his utmost respect and allow you to call him by his name.

So it wasn’t rocket science if he chose you, almost everytime.

“Lord Ryomen, what about me..?” One cried

“Last time you ended up crying not even a hour in.” He snarled

That might’ve been his last straw with all of them, He released them all the very next day. All except for you. You even asked him why.. You follow him as he walks around

“sukuna, where’s all the other ones?” You questioned him

He turned around, looking down on you and smirked.

“Not here, love, I didn’t need them anymore.” He responded, just as fast

You kinda felt all fuzzy inside by that, He let them all go, just keeping you. As your following sukuna around, you notice this is the way to his room. He had a feeling you noticed where he was going with this.

His face said it all, the way his eyes lidded as he walked into the room with you. Looking around for something to bend you over, his eyes stopped on his desk.

Sukuna wasted no time, bending you over his desk. He already instructed that no concubine “shall walk my hallways with undergarments” which meant, nothing besides your kimono was permitted, for easy access of course. He hummed in amusement, still the only one who compiled with no problem. All the other ones would purposely wear lingerie under their kimono’s, which would force him to rip them off.

“Like a real slut.. already soaking wet.” He mocked, Rubbing a thick finger along your clit.

His degrading never sounded like he was displeased with you, more like praising. But it’s not?

Your efforts to keep quiet were futile, letting out small groans if his finger would slightly dip in as he roamed your entrance.

“Cmon.. we both know you beg for anything else, do it now.” He commanded, still wearing that same grin

“Please fuck me, Sukuna..” You’d mewl.

Sukuna smiled in amusement as he slowly pushed his finger deeper, in response, you groaned quietly.

“You’re lucky I actually like you, If not, I wouldn’t dived in with no prep.” He laughed

It was comforting to know he liked you, even if it wasn’t obvious. He caught you off guard by inserting another finger.

“Shit..” You moaned, holding back tears already.

His strokes were deep, and the farthest from unpleasant. You still couldn’t believe he was only using 2 fingers and you were about to cry. The difference between your cries and the others is yours isn’t ear splitting, he finds only slightly attractive. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if you were crying from pain or pleasure, but he really didn’t care enough to ask.

Just as you felt your high reaching, Sukuna took his fingers out with a pop.

“The only thing I allow you to come on is my cocks.” He exclaimed

You tried to not seem needy and whine. You felt his bulky forearms lift you off the ground and presses you against the wall, spreading your folds while admiring the mess he created in a matter of minutes. He fisted his cocks a few times, maybe 4 times each before strategically inserting both of his disgustingly massive cocks into both of your neighboring holes. The stretch for your cunt wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, your ass on the other hand? It felt like Sukuna was trying to part the Red Sea between your ass.

“f-fuck..! haah-..” You babbled in between breaths.

“C’mon, whore ..” He grunted, trying to not sound too pushy.

You loved the small things, nicknames, special care, etc. His large arms held you in place as he eased himself all the way inward. Once he was fully adjusted, he wasted no time picking up the pace. You felt the need to help, so you fucked yourself back onto him with all your might. Even if it wasn’t much.

One of his hands found its way around your throat, slightly squeezing on it. He pulled your head back to face him as he made the pace unbearable and damn near impossible to match. You could visually see his smirk in your blurred vision, he lowered his head and planted a kiss on your lips. He didn’t let go easily.

You moaned against his mouth as he picked up the pace once again, leaving you speechless.

“Like a real slut, Hah-” Sukuna laughed, pulling away from the kiss as he looked down on you.

You felt yourself on edge already, Sukuna sensed it by the way you sped up.

“su-sukuna.. I’m-” You were cut off

“Cumming? I know, love” He giggled, still practically ramming himself into you.

Embarrassed was an understatement, were you really that easy to read? Probably not, but he knew a little too much about your sex patterns. Your orgasim washed over you in a wave of pure bliss, completely stopping yourself. But Sukuna couldn’t care less, he kept going. Not long after, he felt himself speeding up with the last bit of stamina he had.

“Fuck…” He groaned before letting a long rope into you.

Short breaths were exchanged in utter silence until he broke it.

“Round 2? Or you’re much too dumb for that?” He laughed

“Never” You giggled in return.

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[coryosbaby]

Ultraviolence - E.L & C.M

(pt. 1)

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: Stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader (not in this chapter), Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin (not in this chapter)

Warning: dubcon, stepcest (stepsister x stepbrother), reference to being siblings while fucking (I’m sorry), jealousy, p n v, Ethan isn’t a virgin in this, loss of virginity for reader, Cherry popping, slight blood kink, scent kink, sir kink, dark! Dom! Ethan, sub! Reader, slight perv! Reader, Ethan is older (19/20), reader is of age, quinn doesn’t exist ig, masturbation, fingering, corruption kink, degradation, choking, a little bit of titty worship

A/N: this is the first part to the stepbrother! Ethan landry fic! <3 heavily imagining the way Ethan acts after the ghostface reveal for this, bc he’s just so cray cray and fine 😜 so he’s like, majorly unhinged and cocky 💗💋 reader is also hyperfem ! (I like pt 2 better honestly pls bear with me)

When you first figured out that your mom was marrying, you were ecstatic. She deserved to be married to a decent guy, and Wayne was someone in that category. He was nice, had money, and you didn’t dislike him.

When you first met Ethan, however, he made you nervous.

You didn’t hate him, per say. But the intense look he gave you the first time he was forced to shake your hand put a chill up your spine. His gaze itself cut into you like a knife. Polar opposites, him in dark sweaters, t-shirts, and jeans. And you? Clad in the shortest skirts, in the tightest tops.

The boy had ignored you the first few weeks of knowing each other. Now moved in, you’re both in the same house. Your rooms are right across from each other’s: yours completely covered in pink, with flower and hello kitty accessories laying about. Ethan’s is definitely different; a little bit less cluttered, most of it blue. A bookcase in one corner. You knew this because he left his door open quite often.

You regret not paying attention to that tiny detail.

It’s a sunny day. The sun is shining brightly down on you as you rest beside the pool in your backyard. Clad in a checkered pink bathing suit, your hair is thrown up with a claw clip and you’re spread out on a towel. Suntanning is one of your favorite activities, and today is great for it.

Wayne is at work and your mom is away doing errands. You don’t know where Ethan is. Probably in the living room watching a show, you suspect. It’s what he usually does.

You sigh, and pop the knuckle of your left hand. It’s definitely time for a drink, and you want to get your Bluetooth speaker.

When you go inside, you climb up the stairs to your room. Ethan’s door is slightly cracked, but not to the point where you can see inside. Not unless you’re close to it, at least. He must be busy.

You roll your eyes when you catch sight of the dress you’re going to be forced to wear at your mom’s wedding resting on the top of your dresser. You love her, but the woman does not have a good sense of style.

Grabbing the small speaker in your hand, you begin to make your way back outside.

And that’s when you hear it.

A groan, and then something wet.

Its coming from Ethan’s room, and sounds like him. And it’s as if the sounds he’s making started up right when you went to leave. And with his door unlocked? It couldn’t be that wrong to be curious and see what he was doing, could it?

You approach the door, not really thinking it through. And when you catch sight of the room through the crack of the door, it takes everything in you not to rub yourself.

You can see Ethan on his bed, shirt off and his bottom lip caught in between his teeth, his sweats pulled down to expose himself. He’s looking at his cock, face scrunched up in pleasure, and god, he’s big. You can feel your face heating up, can feel your swimsuit beginning to get soaked with more than just water.

“Oh… shit. Yeah, baby. You like that cock, don’t you? You dirty little bitch.” He growls, and it’s like he’s saying it directly to you.

And maybe he is. Because as his thumb is rubbing the tip of his cock, he looks directly at your quivering form in the door, thrusts his hips into the air, and cums.

You’re trying your hardest to avoid Ethan.

And who wouldn’t? He’s your fucking stepbrother and you just watched him jack off; not only that, but he orgasmed when he saw you watching. It’s fucked up.

You try to push the guilt of touching yourself later that night to the thought of it down. And it’s hard. Ethan sends you glances, a lot more noticeable than his usual ones, and when you make eye contact with him he looks at you with mischievous eyes.

And then comes the day that you’re both alone again. You’re on the couch watching a show, trying to get your mind off of Ethan. When of course, he comes down the stairs, wearing a black button up shirt and jeans. The shirt hugs his muscles and you try not to pay attention to that. He sits down beside you.

“Hey, sis.” His voice is amused, and you don’t look at him as you adjust your thigh highs.

“Hey, Ethan.” You mumble. The tv show is suddenly very interesting.

“I like this show, too. Really good.” He notes, as if this isn’t the first set of words you’ve ever really said to each other. His hand rests on the top of your thigh and the movement makes you jump out of your seat. You look at him for a moment and then scurry to the kitchen.

“Where are you goin’ sis?” He questions loudly.

“T-To…get something to drink!”

You go to the fridge to open the door and pull out a Cherry Coke, nervous hands skimming over other drinks to have an excuse to stay in the room for longer. You jump when you turn around and Ethan is leaning against the counter. He looks calm, a small smirk playing on his handsome face.

“Can you get me one too, sweet thing?”

The nickname makes you flush, and you turn around to reach back into the fridge and grab another Cherry Coke.

You hold it out to him, but instead of grabbing the drink his hand goes to wrap around your wrist to pull you closer. You inhale sharply when his hand comes up to move a piece of your hair out of the way. He then leans into you, so much that you can feel his breath. You clench your eyes shut and pull away when his lips almost touch yours.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“E-Ethan…” he’s looking at you so intently, that it makes you flush under his gaze. And then his fingers move to the thin strap of your top, playing with it. He seems deeply concentrated on it. Or, more likely, your tits. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do or… or trying to start, but we can’t-”

“You’re really pretty, do you know that?” He interrupts, and you stutter, not really knowing how to reply.

“Y-Yes? I mean, a lot of people say it, but…” he looks up at you and smiles.

“You’re so sweet, too. So innocent..” he frowns, his grip tightening on your shirt strap. “But maybe you aren’t. Because you’re a little pervert, aren’t you baby?”

“I-I didn’t… I didn’t mean to-“

“But you did. Don’t lie to me.”

“I-I’m sorry…” you say, breathless.

And then, without warning, he’s kissing you. You gasp at the harshness of his mouth, and he yanks you closer to him by your hair. He turns you around to shove your body against the counter, as if you weigh nothing. You moan, and he reaches down to grope one of your tits in his hand.

“Let me see these. Now.”

You whimper, hesitant, so Ethan makes the decision for you. He yanks your straps down and your tits spill out, nipples hard and stiff from your arousal. He brings one into his mouth and sucks, his teeth scraping the swollen skin.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see these tits, sweetheart.” His cock grinds against your clothed pussy, and you thrust your hips forward.

“This is… god, this is so wrong, fuck…”

“But you want it, don’t you? Dirty girl.”

His strong hands go underneath your ass and lift you up on the counter. He brings his mouth back to yours, and groans when you touch his hard bulge through his sweats. Fuck it. What’s done now can’t be undone.

“I do want it, sir. Wan’ it so bad.”

He lifts your skirt up, moves your underwear to the side, and sticks his middle finger in your tight heat. You hide your face in his chest, his smell making your brain cloudy, makes you forget the possibility that both of your parents could come home at any moment.

“You’re such a wet little thing.” He breathes. “Gonna let me fuck this sweet pussy, baby?”

You nod shyly, and he laughs.

“C’mon, baby, don’t get shy on me now. Let me see you. ”

You look up at him, and he grips your throat.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” He questions again.

“Yes sir.”

And then moments later you’re bent over the counter, virgin pussy spasming around Ethan’s incredibly large length. You’re crying, the stretch painful, but nonetheless he feels amazing.

His big hands grip your hips harshly as he slams into you, sweat beading on his chest. When he looks down, your creamy fluid mixed with blood drips down his cock, and he grins.

“Awww, baby. You’re bleeding! ” He mocks. “Little virgin pussy can’t handle my fat cock, can it?”

You mewl, thrusting your hips back harder, craving more of him.

“Yeah, pretty baby. That’s it. Take your big brother’s cock.”

[sanjisblackasswife]

GIRL IF YOU DONT WRITE A ZORO SMUT WITH THE READER RIDING THE SHIT OUTTA HIM-

the people need it…. it’s me, i’m people

A/N: HELP ME PLSSSS. Ok i gotchu.

Let’s Talk About: Riding Zoro (NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Pussy job, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, choking, hair pulling , overstimulation, name calling

“You—ah—bitch…” Zoro groaned gritting his teeth as each word was broken into syllables feeling you clamp down on him with each bounce.

-

Zoro HATED. Being under you.

Not because you were heavy (pls he believes the heavier the better)

Not because you didn’t know how to ride

But because you were too good to him.

The first time riding Zoro was a treat, but just like Juicy Fruit gum it didn’t last.

More like he didn’t last.

“S-slow down ‘m ganna!—FUCK—!”

Since that short time he haven’t let you ride him since but today you wanted to literally jump on his dick, but you knew you had to work for it SO—

You came up with a plan—-

Today he lost a bet that he could make you cum with his fingers and tongue in less than 45 seconds or else you have to get on top for 3 minutes and as CLOSE as he was to winning. He was the sore loser.

“Common Zo…” you purred pushing him on his back fiddling with his black pants. “I won fair and square…”

Zoro rolled his eyes, but his attitude didn’t fool you in the slightest seeing him side eye you with a blushed face. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead seeing his pants gone and your slutty little mouth kissing his clothed bulge.

“Just pull it out already.” He spat through his teeth watching you tease him. He knew once the 3 minutes were up he was going to absolutely ruin you.

And you were okay with that because that’s exactly what you wanted after this so win win.

“Let me enjoy this.” You pulled yourself up on him, hands over his wide chest and bent legs beside his waist. “Gatta prep you first.”

“Wha—AH SHIT—!” Zoro hissed throwing his head back feeling you lower your wet cunt against his soft shaft. You felt every bump and rig from the veins he had and started to grind up and down leaving him to bite back his lip. “Don’t—DONT do that Just fucking sit on it!”

“Don’t Tell me what to do.” You scoffed holding back your own moans. He snapped his eye back at you in irritation.

“Don’t get so fucking cocky.”

“Or what?” You tilted your head looking at him with such innocent eyes as of you wasn’t milking him without him even being inside you. “Don’t act all pissy I know you like this.”

“Y-you-ah!” You laid your body on top of his chest with his erect cock now resting in between your folds as you kissed him. Your fingers flew through his damp green hair from his sweat. He mumbled something of an insult in your mouth but you just used it as an opportunity to shove your tongue down his throat.

“Good boy…” you gripped his locks tightly earning a hiss through his nose while you licked his lips from the remaining spit lines in his mouth.

Zoro felt his cock twitch feeling your nails dig into his scalp and unfortunately it went unnoticed by you.

You sucked your bottom lip before squatting over his aching cock.

“Zo…Look at me Baby…Yeah..” The moment he looked at the sight on you guiding yourself on him he nearly came already. He felt so irritated with hisself not knowing why the fuck he gets so overwhelmed with you on top like this.

You both shared a moan feeling you adjust to his size. He fell on the head board with his hands gripping your thighs so tightly he’d probably break skin if his nails wasn’t so dull.

“Move.” He muttered looking away trying to focus on surviving these next 3 minutes but you wasn’t having none of that so you grab his chin and breath on his mouth.

“Use your words, Zoro….”

Zoro’s pupils went small, there’s no way that you could have this much boldness from being on top.

And more importantly there’s no way Zoro should be this turned on by it.

He was pretty much growling at this point to get you to move and in all honesty you both knew Zoro could easily Just thrust up into you, catch you off guard and pound you into the oblivion. But he is a man of his word and he knew you’d never forgive him if he did that. So he knew he had to painfully set his pride aside and let you have this moment.

“Tick tock, Zoro.” You pecked his nose and sat up to grind against him just enough to break another sweet moan out of him. “I can do this all night.”

“You only have three minutes.” Speaking through his teeth.

“Answer the got damn question.” You squeezed down on him making Zoro pull you closer.

“Move….please.” He huffed out his nose making the strands of your hair move. You smirk in satisfaction and readjust.

You started of slow, you needed to find the right pace. Zoro looked at your expressions grunting very low then back at how your pussy was sucking him in and out.

Eventually you picked up the pace and your bedroom was filled with the headboard banging on the wall of the Sunny, your pants, his groans, and wet skin slapping against each other.

“You—!”

“Feels so good I know, baby.” You let out an airy laugh. While bouncing you took his left hand to hold it and kissed the back of it with eye contact. Your body was hot and sweaty with some of your hair covering one eye, but Zoro thought you looked so sexy.

A bit too sexy after you started to suck on his fingers moaning looking up at the ceiling still bouncing on him.

“Y-Y/N Stop!” Zoro nearly whined but cleared his throat to redeem himself. “S-stop!”

You slowed down letting his hand drop out of your mouth. Your face was a bit disappointed considering you began to feel close to orgasm but maybe you went too far? You both never established a safe word so you didn’t want to take any chances NOT listening when he said stop.

You were wrong though. Zoro moved his body to lay flat on his back holding your waist with one hand so you don’t fall.

“I like this view better.” He chuckled biting his lower lip. He put his wet fingers to your clit just for a moment to rub small circles so you can grind yourself on him. “There you go…good girl.”

You moved your head back at him squinting your eyes. You couldn’t let him have control NOT went the 3 minutes were almost up. He put his fingers in his mouth to suck on and wink at you.

“Scared to move?”

Nope.

Now you Gatta humble him.

You huffed and turned yourself around with your ass facing him and you felt a hard slap on your wet cheek.

“Now this is a pretty view too.”

You held yourself up by your arms and moved up and down again clenching on him just to hear him a bit more.

“You sure…know how to…ah—ride a cock…little slut aren’t you?”

You’d be lying to say him calling your a slut didn’t make you mad and turned on so you sat up straight squatting with him still inside you and bounced. You felt almost every inch of him like this.

I guess those squats Zoro made you do finally paid off.

“F-Fuck I’m—!!”

“Cum with me, Zoro!”

He fought back so hard because he knew he would be losing the 3 minute mark but he didn’t care at this point, his face was red, he was sweating like crazy, he just needed to cum inside you.

“Y-yes!” You hummed loudly, you gave your knees a rest and bent over breathing harshly. Zoro’s head was buried in the pillow giving you shallow thrust to ride out the orgasm.

“Zoro…” you moaned in the sheets feeling his cock still slightly pumping into your sensitive walls. “Fuck me.”

“What?”

“I said…” you turned around and rested your head on his shoulder, you tried to stabilize your breathing but the feeling his cum deep out of you down your thighs to his abdomen felt too good so with a shaky voice you uttered, “Fuck me now…”

Zoro aired out a chuckle wiping the sweat off his face with his hand. He gave you a kiss on your forehead before whispering in a threatening tone,

“Lay on Your fucking back and spread those legs for me then.”

[cahrlotah]

𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

this work contains +18 content so if you are a minor get out of here and don’t read it 

disclaimer, i haven’t written anything since October so this is kinda bad ngl, also English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are some grammar mistakes <3

my request inbox is open again for anyone who wants to send in a request. 

If you guys want part two of this one-shit pls let me know <3

paring: eddie munson x carver!reader

word count: 2.8k

trigger warnings: use of female anatomy, use of she/her pronouns, she is Jason Carver’s twin sister, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it ), virgin reader, marking(?), degradation, praising, oral female recieving, fingering ( if u blink), choking, hair pulling, manhandling,  cum, mirror fucking (?), 

NOT PROOFREAD BECAUSE I’M A LAZY BITCH

Eddie Munson and (Y/N) Carver had hated each other for the longest time. No one in their close circle knows how it all started, the only thing they truly know is that if you mix Eddie and (Y/N) bad things are going to happen. That’s until Halloween ’86. 

7:45pm, (Y/N) Carver is in her room getting ready for the Halloween party thatis taking place at her house, hosted by her brother Jason. She is dressed as Red Riding Hood but since it’s Halloween she has cut the skirt of the dress into a mini skirt, revealing her legs and cleave to the world of Hawkins High. Chrissy Cunningham is helping her with her make up, finishing her look with a bright red lipstick. 

8:30 pm, all the guests are at the Carver’s home, the ground floor and the back garden are flooded with teenagers and the smell of alcohol and tobacco fill (Y/N)’s nose trills as she makes her way to Chrissy. Her little red skirt moving as she walks, she won’t say it out loud but she knows everyone is looking at her, and she likes it. 

As she makes conversation with Chrissy, her eyes scan the garden. Her gaze lands on the infamous Eddie Munson. Something inside of her burns, as she looks at him, she looks at his veiny forearms and how his hands are decorated with rings and she can’t help but to think how hot he looks laughing at something one of his friends has said. Those feelings rapidly turn into anger and she storms towards him.

“Hey Munson!” She yells, making the whole Hellfire silent in a second. 

“What’s up sweetheart” he says with that smile of his. “ Looking for the big scary wolf?” he says mockingly.

“ Fuck off, will ya?” she rolls her eyes “Aren’t you supposed to be a responsible adult or something?” She turns to look at the two youngest and newest members of Hellfire. “ No kids allowed at this party, I’m afraid. So get lost” her cold tone and gaze makes the two youngsters look around in fear.

“Come on princess” says Eddie positioning himself between his friends and the girl. “ Don’t be an ass and let us have fun, alright.” He turns around and just guides his friends to another area where is more crowed. At the same moment someone grabs her arm, forcing her to not follow the hellfire group. 

“Here you are!” Emma yells “let’s go, your brother has challenged us to beer pong match”. 

“Shit” she whispers. (Y/N) goes with her friend as a pair of eyes follow her every move.

9:45pm,the night goes along with no sight of Eddie and (Y/N) is happy but curious on where he must have gone. at this point everyone is drunk, or at least has had some drinks. She lazily goes inside in search of  some water to sober up a little bit. The inside of the house is filled with drunk teenagers, and The journey to the kitchen is complicated. 

“Having complications sweetheart?” A voice behind her says, she immediately knows who it is but she decides to ignore, pushing people around to get through but she can’t “ it’s not going to work, too many people” she knows he is smirking and anger starts building inside of her. 

“Fuck off will ya Munson? Not in the mood for your bullshit” she says harshly. She is irritated because Jason friends said some fucked up shit about her, and he did nothing to defend her so having no chance to get some water plus Eddie Munson bothering her it is just no help for her bad mood. All her attempts to go through the mass of people are a completely fail. 

“Just stop trying and wait a bit” Eddie says, being this the last straw.

“Leave me the fuck alone Munson” she yells at him, storming towards him “ seriously I don’t really need your bitchy comments right now, why don’t you grab your shit and get the fuck off my fucking house!” Their faces are so close, that their shaky breathes collie and Eddie’s back hits the wall making it impossible to get away from the girl. This leads to his cheeky smile reappearing only infuriating her more. 

“Don’t be such a bitch seriously “ he spats back closing the gap between the two of them. “ I don’t even know why the fuck you hate me so much. We don’t even share clases. You are the one always coming to me.” His face moves closer to hers, his lips travelling to her here and in a low whisper he says “Is it because you like me? Or because you want me to fuck you?” The hot air of his breath hits her in the right spot making her goosebump, her mouth is dry making it hard to swallow. “ Oh shit, so you want me to fuck you huh?” Eddie’s voice is lower and feels somewhat darker but she knows it’s all a game and she is loosing. His mouth is almost touching her neck, his hands land on her hips pulling her closer to him. 

She would never admit it to anyone but she had something for Eddie, she did not know if it was the fact that him and her brother were what you can call “enemies”, the fact that even though no one in her circle found it attractive the ring decorated hands made her feel something or the fact that the constant bickering between the two of them had created some tension that had to be realised. But now she found herself melting into Eddie Munson’s touch, she could feel a wet felling in between her legs, she wanted Eddie Munson to ruin her, to fuck her into oblivion. The best part of it? One of the things that exited her the most? The fact that they could go to her room, a do it at the spot while his brother, downstair would have no fucking idea that his sweet little sister is being ruined by the town’s freak. This idea was not only exiting to (Y/N) but to Eddie too, the fact that he had Jason’s Carver’s sister, sweet old (Y/N), melting at his touch made him hard on the spot. 

“Munson stop it” her voice trembles “ don’t start something you cannot finish” 

“Who says I’m not going to finish it?” Eddie’s lips are non her ear again, but now he takes it a notch higher and at the moment his lips brush her earlobe a quiet moan, that only him and her can listen, escapes her mouth making Eddie’s grip tighter. His mouth travels all the way to her neck leaving small kisses all over it. 

“Mun… munson” she whimpers “ not here, somebody could see us” he stops and looks at her, looking at the Carver girl for a solution “ go upstairs to my room and wait there. I’ll be there in 5 minutes. Make sure no one sees you” she   says to the curly-haired boy. 

“Sure thing” the pair look around and luckily, everyone around them are too focused on themselves either drinking, dancing around or making out to even notice the couple. Eddie slowly climbs the stairs unnoticed and heads to (Y/N) room while she goes outside to talk to Chrissy and make some lame excuse so people don’t go and look for her. Fortunately, her brother and his friends are joined by the cheer squad.

“Hi there!” Jason exclaims, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 

“Hey…” she says fake-pouting and in a low voice, instantly worrying her twin brother. 

“What’s wrong? Has anyone touched you or something? Because if some.-“ he starts to get heated up but she cut him off

“I kinda have a headache so I’m going to lay down for a bit in my room oaky?? I just wanted to let you know so you don’t get worried if you don’t find me around” she puts on the sweetest show so her brother can buy her lie, but even if (Y/N) was the worst liar in this word Jason would believe every single word she would tell him. 

“Oh shit have you taken something for it?” He asks and she nods “ Alright, if you need something come down again and tell me okay?” He has some worried look on his face as his twin sister means the world to him. (Y/N) nods and heads upstairs where the metal head boy is waiting for her. (Y/N) makes her way to her room, trying to go unnoticed through the crowd climbing the stairs as quickly as she can. 

10:05 pm, the door of (Y/N)’s room is half open, a dim light coming from her bedside table lamp lights her room. When she enters Eddie jumps as he turns around, like a scared cat.

“Shit Carver you almost gave me a heart attack” Eddie exclaims putting his hand on his heart. She laughs at his reaction “ you should laugh more, you look pretty” she does not know if it the real Eddie talking or the alcohol he has consumed. 

“ Shut up Munson” she locks the door behind her.

“ What a show you put out there with your brother “ he walks towards her “ pouting like that, jeez, how would Jason react if he knew that you lied to him just to get fucked but the towns freak?” His hand is now behind her head, their faces are close. She does not want to show it and will never admit it but she needs him, she needs him to kiss her to touch her. And as if he can read minds he connects their mouths, at first the kiss is slow sweet, she backs up until she falls into her bed. The moment they touch the matters Eddie’s hands start discovering her body, moving from her lower back to her tits to her face caressing her. Eddie lifts her to take her dress off, leaving (Y/N) in her underwear. He kisses her stomach, slowly going upwards leaving lovebites on her chest. 

“God, so fucking pretty” his husky voice praises her. “Now show me how good of a girl you can be” he stands up, allowing her to follow him, “ on your knees” she does as he says without any complain. (Y/N) looks at him through her lashes, a sigh Eddie Munson never thought to be alive to see. Her big eyes are looking at him with a sense of innocence, like she has never done this before. “ Have you ever done this before?” He asks and she nods in negation making him feel weaker as the thought of ruining good old (Y/N) Carver makes him harder. “I need you to open that pretty mouth of yours alright?” He commands as she nods. His belt unbuckles and his black jeans fall down to his ankles, his hand moves to the side of her face moving strands of her hair. “Now I need you to open you mouth for me sweetheart” he commands and she obeys. She looks at him as she slowly opens her mouth. “Fuck” he whimpers as he pulls down his boxers. He does not have time to react because (Y/N) she puts his dick on her mouth making Eddie grip into her hair and moan loudly but the sound of music in the background mutes it. 

Her head starts moving and with it, it also does Eddie’s hand her head forcing the girl to go deeper, exploring how much she can take. “Such a fucking good girl for me huh?” he tounts her “ a little slut sucking on my cock, jeez, what would your brother think? His little sister sucking the towns freak cock?” as he finishes the sentence, she forces herself to go deeper into  eddie’s cock, she is breathing through her nose but tears fall from her eyes smudging her marcara and make up. With the help of Eddie’s hand the rhythm fastens and the room is filled with Eddie’s moans. 

“Fucking shit just like that princess,” he moans and she goes faster “ ho- holy shi-shit” he whimpers. “ Fuck” he stops her, becuase he knows he is about to cum. “ Lay on bed” he orders and again she obeys. As it is an instinct she opens her legs, allowing Eddie to slowly crawl towards her, he kisses the insides of her thighs until he reaches her cunt.

“This wet for me already, kinda weird for a girl that hates me” he says with a cheeky smile

“Oh shut up Munson” her smile decorating her make up smudged face.

Eddie buries his face in between her legs, grabbing her panties in between his teeth and pulling the down, allowing him to bury his tongue on her cunt. That takes (Y/N) by surprise making her moan loudly, grabbing Eddie’s hair hard making him to moan into her cunt. 

“Fuck Eddie” she exlaims while her hands move from the boy’s hair to the bedsheets. His tounge working around her clit. Moans and music form the distrance fill the room as the metalhead is buried in between (Y/N) legs. Her legs shake, her hips move upwards and her back arches as she uncontrollably moans the Eddie’s name. “Ed- eddie fuck!” she screams “ I- I need you” she says as Eddie lifts his head to look at her.

“What did you just say?” he asks as in his mind this still feels like a hallucination. “I need you to use you words” the cocky tone in his voice makes (Y/N) even weaker for him, wanting him to ruin every single aspect of her.

“I need you to fucking ruin me Munson” she desperatly whimpers.

“ Sorry love I could not heard that quite well” his smile decorates his face as he sees the frustrated look on her face. 

“You cunt” she whispers “ I said” she clears her throat “I need you to ruin me Munson, I need you to fuck me so hard I don’t rembember my name” her needy face it what Eddie needed. 

He grabs his dick and takes it to (Y/N) cunt, moving it up and down in her entrance teasing her to the point where she is crying and begging for him.

“Fucking shit Eddie stop teasing” she says as small tears of frustration fall down her cheeks.

“Whatever you say love” he slowly enters her. Air leaving her lungs as she feels him inside of her for the first time, eyes rolling to the back of (Y/N)’s head, back arching. Eddie grabs (Y/N) wrists and pins them above her head with one hand and his free hand he uses for support. He thrusts slowly.

“So fucking tight, holy fuck” he moans as he fastens his pace, their moans are syncronized, filling the room. He frees her hand allowing her to deepen her nails into the metalhead back, leaving red stripes on his skin. Her bed hits the wall as a result of Eddie’s thrusts, the creaking sound of the metal structure follows the rhythm of the movements happening above. Out of nowhere he stops, pulling out and turning her around forcing her to be on all four facing the mirror hanged in the door, his hand grabs her hair strongly pulling it forcing her to look at herself in the mirror.

“I want you to look at yourself while I ruin you” he whispers into her ear, entering her again spanking her at the same time. “Such a dirty little slut for me huh?” he exclaims thrusting harder into the girl “jesus Carver” he moans. The pace rapidly increases as he holds into her hips, sweat dripping down their foreheads, breaths being irregular at this point. 

“Fuck, I-I thi-think i’m going to cum,” she exclaims as she grabs into the bed sheets harder, that is the phrase Eddie needs to thrust into her faster and harder. Their moans are louder, she is moaning his name as he was some sort of god and he is groaning too focused in pleasuring her to even notice how he now has grabbed her hair again, her eyes all rolled back her head, her mouth open moaning uncontrollably. The two of them feel it coming a tight knot on her stomach loosen up, him noticing how the big tension between his legs is being released. 

“Fuck” the two of them let out as they collapse on the mattress. 

[abbyslev]

𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑰𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺

A/N: as the middle child, i would like to say being a sibling is the best and worst thing ever. ANYWAY HERES SOME CUTE LITTLE HCS I WROTE MONTHS AGO PLS ENJOY

WARNINGS: mentions of death, angst and whatever else

HANGE

calmer one of the two 

levi prefers you over hange ( or so he says we all know he loves hange)

you’re more brawn than brain 

hange is like a mastermind 

you capture titans for hange

Hanges older smfh they won't let you live in peace 

“Can you-” “no.” “IM OLDER”

hanges actually pretty protective they just won’t say it out loud

levi enjoys watching you two fight 

“I SAID MOVE!” “YOU FOUR-EYED FUCK!” while levi’s in the corner enjoying this 

one time hange made this fart noise thing and put it under your seat, and when you sat down it made a loud fart

IN THE CAFETERIA IN FRONT OF LEVI AND ERWIN AND ALL THE FUCKING SCOUTS 

no one believes that hange pranked you with it so the scouts call you “commander fart” 

you choked hange that night

moblits so kind to you like KING

hange gets all excited and grabs you and shakes you so aggressively 

if something or someone bothers hange you now have to kill the person

when hange loses their eye you’re kind to them but now you just bully hange

“hey look- oh wait” “YOU’RE NOT FUNNY ”

you help hange around with caring for it and stuff 

also help hange through moblits death </3 

you were close w erwin so hanges all like <3333

back to the bullying tho 

hange makes sure you’re safe in the front lines <3

yelena tries to hit on you and hanges NOT having it 

you and hange gush over the guns and new weapons Onyakopon showed you two 

Levi’s trying to shut you two up 

10/10 duo

ANNIE

Annie tried to keep you from becoming a titan so she took it herself 

they ended up giving you another one because you also fought really well 

annie’s all upset cause she wants you to live 

you actually enjoy your time in paradis and annie’s all like “we have a mission stupid bitch” 

one time annie chewed you out cause you hung out w sasha (you’re in love w her) and annie was like “you can’t be doing that, we have a mission” and you were like “FUCK YOU” and annie slammed the door and locked you out for the night. she was not having it 

you and reiner are like twins and annie’s hates you both 

you joined the scouts and ofc annie was like “okay you’re gonna die you stupid fucking brat but whatever no one likes you anyway”

those little night bonfire meetups would just end up in your and annie arguing 

bertholdt takes your side and annie fucking FLAMES HIM

“i mean… we do need someone to bring us information from the scouts. Levi favors them and reiner could just be backup. I could bring the information to you, Annie.” “and who asked you? everytime you speak it makes me want to smash my head against a wall.” 

she just wanted you to live

annie’s actually sweet she just won’t let that show through 

once everyone was revealed from their titan form you had to fight along side w them 

sasha hated you and annie had to comfort you :( 

once annie was in that crystal everyone started targeting you 

“are you a titan too???!!!” and all you could say was no 

annie was your main concern when the rumbling started 

you never left her side after that <33

MIKASA

ofc you grew up w eren around too

it hurt to see mika so in love w eren

you also could fight really well thanks to mika

when you joined the scouts w her she could tell you had a crushhhhhh 

you would sit with sasha and just talk and talk and mika would be like :3

you and armin gang up on her sometimes 

she cuts her hair and you help her <3

she has her scarf and mika gave you this cool bracelet you wear all the time

she protects you with her life and she can be affectionate sometimes <3

you and armin bicker cause he wants to be smart and mika always takes his side 

meatrider 

“mika you only take his side because you like him more than me.” “and?” 

you get mad at her when she gets all worried about eren like girl

you comfort her because she’s an emotional person okay

when the rumbling starts you can tell mikasa has sort of lost herself

when eren said he hated you both you just stared and and blinked at him

ofc mika protected him from armin

when armin got into the fight mika was staring and you had to stick up for that poor boy

you then tried to fight and mika stood up for him again like MOVE 

mad at eren but mika’s like “he has a plan ok:(“ 

mikasa becomes more protective, she can’t lose you either :( 

you’re very mad at eren for causing mika to worry and stuff 

overall, you just want mikasa to be happy but it’s so hard :( 

SASHA

Levi swears he’s gonna kill one of you one day

you two drive him nuts 

drive everyone nuts tbh 

you, connie, jean and sasha are just uncontrollable 

sasha likes food like she’s never eaten before 

you’re more tame

you always share half with sasha, it makes you smile seeing her eat food like that

sasha’s so good with her bow and you’re better with ODM gear

sasha drives you crazy but you still love her

you killed a titan that almost killed her and you were scolding her and she’s like “I PROMISE TO GOD I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK ME THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME PLS.” 

she in fact did not keep this promise 

she always sleeps on your bed with you 

makes her feel at home

when you guys found kaya she threw you and kaya over that bridge and made you run

willing to die for you

you guys saw your dad and you’ve ever seen sasha so happy

so cute 

sasha knows you have a crush on mikasa YOU CANT HIDE IT FROM HER

when the war of Marley starts Sasha’s all serious 

proud of you all and sasha makes sure to let you know you did amazing 

when you lost sasha you lost yourself 

connie tries to comfort you but tbh you both just sit on the floor facing each other in silence 

you take care of kaya and keep your parents safe <3

YELENA

 you’re a bit shorter but still tall asfk

tbh yelena doesn’t care that much 

she meatrides zeke and eren so you’re just kinda there to help 

you’re really good at artillery so yelena uses that to her advantage 

you get along with hange so well and yelenas like “you’re fucking up the plan.”

you don't really care you like your new friends 

one time someone pointed a gun at you and yelena didn’t even hesitate to shoot them 

so she cares but she won’t show it <3

when the general broke her arm you fixed it for her and she didn’t even mumble a thank you

you and onyakopon are best buddies

there’s not much to say yelena just bosses you around and demands shit

LEVI

BUCKLE IN PLS it’s a wild ride 

he makes up these stupid rules like “NO DATING ANYONE” “STAY OUT OF MY WAY”

if Hange or anyone shows a slight interest in you he will go feral

everyone is amazed at the way you talk back to him

“Didn’t I tell you to clean out the cabinets?” “Get out of my face, shorty.” 

he makes you train extra hard bc he hates you (he actually does it to protect you but wtv)

you always reply with “no” to everything he says

you actually clean really well because he raised you like that 

you’re an extremely talented fighter bc of levi

you and levi = deadly duo

when kenny shows up he tries to target you first bc he knows that’s levi’s only weak spot. he raised you and levi together but saw you as the brains more than the fighter 

makes sure that you’re not in complete danger, still lets you fight on the front lines because he knows they need you

he can tell you have a thing for hange 

“do you like shitty glasses” “THEIR NAME IS HANGE AND NO I DO NOT”

sometimes he just needs your presence to feel better 

silence and tea with you is his therapy

he likes seeing you hunched over some book. he likes seeing you at peace 

never says good night but will peek into your office sometimes to check in on you

he smiles (A VERY SMALL SMILE OK) when he sees you asleep on your desk with papers scattered everywhere 

leaves you there bc lets be real he will not carry you to bed 

“Did you get taller?” “That's 100 laps.” 

cannot handle you and hanges energy 

one time you and hange went to jump in puddles and you came home dirty and he was like “you filthy fuck” 

you guys share a love over tea

when the attack on Marley happened you could see the FEAR mold into Zekes face when he remembered there were two of you AND MIKASA??? DEATH.

Levi made sure to keep you safe that whole mission 

was sad at you being upset ab sasha’s death

when Zeke was imprisoned w him you were there too 

you blame yourself because Levi jumped in front of you when the thunder spear exploded 

you thought you lost him

HANGE TO THE RESCUE

you got minor injuries 

“Levi, you are so fucking stupid i’m gonna kill you!!” “You’re still as annoying as ever.” 

levi lets you know you’re strong and that he doesn’t regret almost dying for you (savor this bc he not letting this happen again)

you tend to his wounds :( 

hange tends to yours and Levi’s suspicious of y’all

overall you love being his sibling 10/10

JEAN

good god no one even knows your related by the way he treats you omfg

“don’t talk to me, don’t embarrass me, don’t even look at me.”

he actually broke his own rules and talked to you first

“Jean, do you like Mikasa?” “Remember when you pissed your pants? Yeah. Shut up.” 

You joined the Scouts and ofc he joined to watch over you 

“I thought we agreed on the Garrison.” “YOU said that. Not me.” 

he thinks the scouts are pretty fun

“Do you like Sasha or something?” “JEAN THATS ENOUGH.” 

actually gets you and sasha to date <3

you tell connie embarrassing stories ab jean and he choked you 

you laugh so hard and cheer eren on when he fights jean 

#fuckjean

jk we are a #jeanfanpage

when your mom visits you get all excited and jeans like “act normal” 

once the war of marley starts you cut your hair and jean lowkey shed a tear #mullettwins

he loves you sm and he made sure you were not in danger the whole time 

when you lost sasha you literally tackled gabi and jean was like :(

you ran to jean and sobbed in his chest while he had one arm around you </3

you call him captain

HES A GOOD LEADER OK

jean keeps you close and refuses to let you be close to danger <3

jeans a good brother ok:(

ARMIN

you basically bullied his ass  

you deeply care for your little nerd 

he’s actually older but wtv 

you’re the fighter and he’s the brains 

you two are literally a deadly duo 

like he plans the attacks and you execute them like YES

he can tell you like annie 

jealous 

GET AWAY ARMIN THATS MY WIFE 

he’s actually so supportive 

one time you got onto him and he roasted you back so you tackled him

“armin, shut the fuck up.” “remember when you stuttered because-” *table goes flying*

levi gives you both laps like bro chill

you teach him how to fight 

you basically give up but he gets better 

when he died you died but he’s ok and alive now ig

now you can’t fight him cause he says he’ll blow you up :/ party pooper

jk when he’s asleep you and connie pour water on him

when annie’s out of that crystal and you found out he’s like !!GAY ALERT!!

when he got that haircut all the girls wanted him and no one paid attention to your sexy ass anymore

you protect armin with your life <3

“How are they taller, but you’re older, Armin?” “THATS NOT FUNNY JEAN!”

he lowkey is a goat and you just sit back and watch proudly 

now when armin gets stronger he defends you with his life

when eren sits you all down he said if you even move he kills armin

beat armin up and you lowkey got scared so you couldn’t defend armin 

swore to kill eren and he’s like “:| oh i’m so scared.”

eren said that you just defend armin and that was your whole point in life was to defend a “weakling” 

tried to beat erens ass but armins like “it’s ok leave it alone.”

you just love armin and hate to see him hurt 

armins an awesome brother <3 he promised to show you the outside world 

REINER

PLSSS pray that no one messes w you

he’s like those corny ass people that are like “mess with her, mess w me” 

reiner pls stop

its kinda cute tho like he cares sm :D

YOU GOT A COOL TITAN AND WHEN YOU TWO FIGHT HE DOES THIS THING WHERE HE THROWS YOU AND YOU ATTACK ITS SO FUCKING COOL ISKZUKAJSJSJ

annie crushes on you and reiner is like :o

you can tell reiners like super depressed when y’all get back to marley 

gabi and you try and make him feel better 

you like to sit next to him and trace little shapes on his arm 

hey he’s a big scary man but he just needs to be loved 

protects you w his life

confessed that he also felt like giving up and you made sure to let him know that you loved him

you would have bake offs where you would purposely mess up your food just so he could win 

pieck has a thing for you and reiners like “GO FOR IT” 

when war on marley started he wanted to make sure you were ok :(

begged you not to fight but your titan was strong and they needed you 

you two were flawless out there <3

just pls let reiner know he is loved

be a good sibling ok he needs it

EREN

fucking god 

he’s like so annoying and he never wants you in his way

“MOVE” “eren that’s why your ass got beat”

you ofc join the scouts because of him

you’re in love w mika but she’s in love w him :(

when he becomes a titan you get picked on 

levi kicked you cause you jumped in front of eren cause levi was gonna kick him

eren got all mad like woah jamal don’t pull out the 9

you can tell he starts losing himself in all of this

at some point he says things are changing and you two won’t be the same

it upset you :( he was your only brother 

zeke wanted you on his side 

that’s why he tried taking you and eren

you put up fight and told him he would never take you

so eren just told zeke ab you and how smart you were

this made zeke more determined 

NOW levi didn’t let ts slide 

you lost all hope for eren and you became closer to levi and hange and stuff 

when the war of marley started eren looked so different you couldn’t even believe it was him

you were very upset at him you couldn’t even look at him

he stared in awe at you:( you looked just like your mom

all the years he was gone, he missed you a lot 

you stood in the corner looking down the whole time while he talked to you in the aircraft 

zeke was like :3 the whole time bro was just excited to meet his sibling 

you didn’t reply or anything :( it just hurt that he left out of nowhere 

then you found out sasha died and everything came crashing down 

when all the jeagerist stuff was happening you had to find a way to sneak around town 

flotch knew you would refuse to join so eren ordered him to forcefully bring you to him

when eren had y’all sit in at that table oh god nooooo

in a nutshell, he basically said he hated how you follow orders and was willing to die for the scouts. He said you deserved to be free and if you were against him, you were against your own blood.

he made you cry and armin was not having it 

he had you locked up and you literally wanted to cry and scream at him

overall 0/10 hes mean

CONNIE 

OH MY GOD YES 

bros just here to have fun 

you guys are twins 

but you’re cuter (duh)

he knows you have a crush on sasha 

you two make everything into a competition 

you two join the scouts :) 

he’s there to protect you but he just says he wants to beat you at everything 

never a dull moment

you sneak food out for Connie, Sasha and Jean. 

you two can’t be serious 

once the war starts Connie starts being more protective 

he won’t let you fight frontlines, he makes you tail behind him, Sasha or Jean so they can protect you

he’s excited to get some action but at the same time he doesn’t want you to get hurt 

you’re pretty strong so you carry multiple thunder spears 

connie distracts them while you bomb them

badass siblings

once sasha dies you and connie lose it

you lost your gf and connie lost his other twin

you two never really recover yk since she died in your arms and connie was telling everyone sasha was hurt

it was so bad you were putting pressure on her wound and crying and Connie was freaking out and Jean was in shock 

Connie was there for you and made sure you were ok

10/10 brother would recommend 

ERWIN

GOD 

he’s really cool, as serious as he is

he makes you hanges assistant 

he knows you’re in love w hange that’s why

you still have to salute to him and shit like bro chill

levi thinks you’re pretty cool 

you’re like a mini erwin 

you’re so good at fighting and hanges all like *insert hange blushing*

erwin likes to just sit down and talk to you at night it’s like a little stress reliever 

you scold him for putting to much pressure on himself 

when they said erwin was to be executed you lost it bruh 

like NOT MY BOY ERWIN 

once he loses that arm you stay by his side 

you beg him to stay and not go out but he says he would die to find out the truth 

you send levi to convince him but ofc look where that got y’all

you’re so mad at levi for saving armin instead of erwin 

you genuinely thought erwin was gonna live 

but no it was just some short kid with a bad haircut

you lost yourself and just really hung around hange and levi 

10/10 brother you miss him a lot

[1ovewoo]

hate sex w/ wooyoung ♡

cw/tags: gn reader, hate sex, rough sex, jealousy, slapping, spitting, degradation, name calling (bitch, slut), choking, mentions of san, lightly implied mentions of woosan, if i missed anything pls lmk!

note: this is my first time writing smut so uhh hopefully it's not horrible</3 hope u enjoy and i appreciate any feedback!

“Fuck,” Wooyoung pants, his eyes drooping, nearly closed as he watches you bounce on top of him, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise.

As much as he hated to admit it, you looked gorgeous, skin flushed and sweaty, your hair mussed from him yanking it earlier, your eyes flaming with lust and disdain for the man beneath you.

You slow to a grind, raising a hand and slapping Wooyoung across the face, just hard enough for his head to whip to the side and the sting to shoot straight to his cock. He gasps and moans at the impact and you slap him once more, starting to bounce on him again and dragging your nails down his pecs, angry red marks left in their wake.

“You’re pathetic,” You purr, leaning over him to look in his eyes and admiring the pink flush starting to form on Wooyoung’s cheek from your hand, “What would Sannie think if he saw you like this, moaning like a bitch underneath me?”

Wooyoung groans, the mention of your mutual best friend (and subsequently the source of your ire for each other) making his cock twitch inside of you.

From the moment he laid eyes on you, Wooyoung had decided that he didn’t like you. San always spoke so highly of you, talking about how kind and funny you were, how close the two of you had gotten so fast, an instant connection.

It pissed Wooyoung off to no end. San was his best friend, they were practically soulmates, no one else should be in the picture. So when San started spending more time with you, and bringing you around to hang out with the members, Wooyoung hated it.

At first, you were nothing but polite to Wooyoung, but it didn’t take long for you to catch on to his disdain for you. It worried you at first, you of course wanted the members to like you, they were some of the most important people in San’s life. However, as time went on, Wooyoung’s hatred for you slowly began to make you angry, especially when he would flaunt his closeness with San and smirk at you behind San’s back every time San’s attention shifted from you to him. It’s not like you were ever trying to steal San away from him or something, but if Wooyoung wasn’t going to let up, then you were going to give as good as you got.

And now, you were here.

“Then again,” You continue to speak, not giving Wooyoung a chance to verbally respond, “You’d probably like that, hmm? You’re always so desperate for his attention, I’m sure you’d love for him to see how you let me slap you around; maybe you’d even want him to take a swing too.”

“Fuck you,” Wooyoung growled, snapping his hips up, a surprised moan forced out of you, “If you weren’t always hanging off of him like a stupid slut, I wouldn’t even have to ask and he’d be bending over backwards for me.”

Suddenly, Wooyoung's hands slide up to your waist and he flips you over so he’s the one on top now, his cock sinking even deeper into you as he presses your knees to your chest and begins pounding into you.

Whines and moans are forced from your lips, and you reach up to grip Wooyoung’s neck, squeezing at the sides and watching as his eyelids flutter from the pleasure and lack of oxygen.

While one of his hands stays gripping the back of your thigh, Wooyoung lifts the other to grab your jaw, squishing your cheeks together harshly to force your mouth open before he spits straight into it.

Your eyes momentarily roll into the back of your head at the taste of his saliva and the feeling of his cock nudging your sweet spot, an intense pleasure building in your abdomen as Wooyoung brings you closer to your release.

“I fucking hate you,” You bark, spitting straight back into Wooyoung’s face, the glob of your mixed saliva landing on his cheek and dripping down his jaw.

Wooyoung gives your cheek a quick slap and smirks, “And you’re still about to come on my cock, aren’t you?”

You were, as much as you hated to admit it, the tension in your body growing with each thrust into your slick hole.

“Fuck, fuck, Wooyoung,” You moaned, your eyes squeezing shut as Wooyoung’s head dipped so he could kiss and lick at your jaw and down your neck, the pace of his hips never relenting as your orgasm washes over you, white spots dancing behind your eyes as you gasp and ride the waves of intense pleasure.

As you begin to come down from your high, you let your eyes slide open again, gazing dazedly up at Wooyoung. He looked devastatingly handsome, brows furrowed and mouth agape, sweat dripping from his forehead and onto your cheek, your tongue darting out to lick the saltiness away.

A few thrusts later and Wooyoung reached his own climax, grinding into you as quick little moans slip out of his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. It was strangely intimate, and you felt yourself clench around him, making Wooyoung's hips stutter again.

Finally, his movements slow to a halt and he sighs deeply, pulling out and collapsing on the bed beside you so the two of you can catch your breath.

“Mm, you think San would really take us up on an offer to join next time?” Wooyoung breathed out, causing you to roll your eyes but still contemplate.

You supposed a “next time” wouldn’t be so bad.

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© 1ovewoo 2023

[raviosrupees]

Super Specific Linked Universe Headcanons Pt 1.

All of the Links are autistic but they all have wildly different ways of presenting it. Ask me about their special interests, please. Please.

Warriors is in his 20s. He is an Aquarius. I'm right.

Sky is the ultimate straight cis ally, but he has bi wife energy. He is best friends with Legend, and they're kind of inseparable.

Twilight is a taurus, he's cis and bisexual, but leans towards women and fem ppl (and too hung up to think about anyone but one woman)

Wild is taller than yall think, 17 or 117 whatever is more convenient for him, zelda told him his birthday is november 7th (scorpio, ofc) and he just accepts that.

Hyrule is pansexual (mostly cis but might be genderfluid, he likes to wear feminine clothes and makeup)

Four is like? 3'8, and he's 20 yo but most people don't believe him. He's a trans boy, and most of the colors are too besides vio, who I think is either genderfluid or pangender, uses all pronouns. Four is bisexual but leans towards guys, though he loves his Zelda.

Legend is 4'10, 17 yo, born december 14th at midnight. he is trans, any pronouns, and bisexual.

Ravio is same height and age as Legend, and they're both born on the same day but ravio was born at noon. This really bothers Legend, he wants his own birthday. Ravi loves it.

also ravio is gay, asian/latino, chubby and has the best smile <3

war is cis and bisexual but he leans towards women, I think he's aromantic but probably could be romantically involved with someone.

Times eyes are more gray than blue

Sky 9 times out of 10 has no clue whats going on. Stupid and confused, and its perfect.

Twilight always knows where all of them are, and I don't even know if it's just smell. He has mom instincts "where are my kids, what are they doing"

Wild got mad anger issues pls calm down babe. Kind of scary. He lets hyrule braid his hair sometimes.

Hyrules eyes are more green than blue, and he has freckles all over his face and body (jokes he ought to get a kiss for every freckle)

Whenever Wind gets mail from his little sister, he reads it to the group. He's very proud of her, and she's very proud of him. She has a bunch of big brothers now.

Four + the colors are white-asian mixed (or looks like it yk, bc he's hylian) his eyes are dark brown.

Legend goes non verbal a lot, esp when they're stressed, but when she talks, she talks. I mean, hand gestures, ranting, cussing, pointing, "and you a bitch, and you a bitch." favorite curse word is cunt.

warriors ruffle everyone's hair, and they all hate it (esp four and legend, who claims he's going to choke him with his own scarf)

Sky likes to sing and dance, and wishes more of them would dance with him.

Twilight has slept as a wolf so often that it's practically natural for him, he really prefers it. Also, he takes all of his nightwatch shifts as a wolf.

Wild will teach literally anyone about edible flora and mushrooms and such, and foraging around hyrule, if only they would listen. Sometimes talks random animals ears off about his favorite flavor combos. Sky loves to listen and ask questions.

Hyrule will hand his favorite people random stuff as "gifts" like feathers, flowers, rocks, dead bugs (he's obsessed with bugs, he loves them so so much and they're all his friends) his favorite animal is a bumblebee

i know we all agree wind swears likek a bloody sailor, bc thats what he is, but how about him using random shit for swears like, "crabs cankles," "bilge-sucking" or calling the others landlubbers. also feel like he'd be the type to say "bite me" when someone disagrees with him.

Four keeps a bunch of books in his bag, and if their reading is disturbed they all have different reactions. Blue pinches or glares, Vio ignores you unless she deems what youre saying important, red gets physically distressed, and green will actually tell you to be quiet. (blue pinches a lot actually)

Legend is a very picky eater, especially with textures, this pisses wild off (wdym you dont like it YOU HAVENT EVEN TRIED IT)

Sky's Zelda is a bisexual virgo, and she knows everything.

Malon makes very good bread. I want to shove that shit in my face ong. Also she insists on giving each of the boys big hugs when shes sees them.

[smithsibsceo]

PAUSE. kas!robin???? i’m interested im intrigued i am ready for the heartbreak….(pls tell me more i’d love to hear abt it!! <3)

AHH YES SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY I FELL ASLEEP AND THEN FORHOT ABOUT IT BAHAHHAA!!! SO.

its set in s4 vol2, in a universe where nancy and robin go to hold of the bats and steve and eddie go defeat vecna (they all want to keep the kids as far away from the upside down as they can). now, things go a little differently. the bats begin to come through the vents in eddie's trailer, and nancy, being nancy, is like right. no ones dying today. not on my watch. so she cuts the rope, leaves robin calling after her, and goes to hold off the bats. they start attacking her, yes, but she has her gun. mild wounds appear, mostly on her back, but shes smart, and she knows what shes doing, so they all stay mild.

but then she hears robin.

then she sees robin.

she comes galloping out of the trailer, a tangle of limbs, screaming nancy's name as if her life depends on it.

nancy's heart drops.

because this wasnt part of the plan. robin was supposed to stay nice and safe whilst nancy shouldve taken the hits, shouldve pulled the shortest straw. and she was always planning on coming back to robin in the end.

then robin screams, and screams some more, and then nancy opens her mouth and does the same because now the bats are on robin.

nancy goes ballistic.

shes shooting blindly left and right, but all thats ringing in her ears is robin's pleas. every time she thinks shes done it, thinks the bats are all down, ten more come from each direction, sinking their claws into her flesh.

after around five minutes, she does it.

bat carcasses litter the ground. the ones that are still twitching she stomps on, hears their final breathes leave them.

far away, bleeding and bare, lies robin.

nancy chokes back a sob.

she runs over to the girl, cradles her in her arms. nearly collapses in relief as she realises shes still breathing.

robins death scene is along the lines of eddie's. nancy tries to comfort her, tries to convince her it'll be okay, that steve and eddie'll be coming soon and they can get her to a hospital, but robin just hums. nancy tries to lift her up but robin whimpers (and the wounds on her own back are starting to sting like a bitch, not that she would ever admit that), and grips onto nancy's arm, weakly. says no, no hospital, it's too late. says its not worth it, my times up.

says i love you, nancy wheeler, and i always will.

and nancys like love = platonic bc shes a girl 👍 got it.

she dont got it.

robin seems to see it in her eyes, sees that she thinks robin views nancy as just a friend, and grips tighter around nancys forearm.

says no nancy. i love you.

oh, thinks nancy. oh.

because she realises, after all this time, that she feels the same way.

and she wants to open her mouth, wants to beg the girl dying in her arms to just explain a little more. but before she can do that robin wheezes again, and chokes out something else.

she asks for steve. asks when he'll be there (but nancy knows there wont be time. and she think robin does too). tells nancy to make sure he takes care of himself, and he doesnt blame himself for what happened. make sure he knows she loves him more than anything.

nancy shakes. she's holding down sobs, making sure she doesnt jolt robin with her twitching limbs. she nods. she says yes, of course. of course.

then robin starts to cry. and soon nancy does too.

robin croaks about steve, about the kids, about her, her voice damp with tears. and nancy holds her, steady in her lap. she positions herself so shes draped over robin, and wraps her arms under her - a hug, sort of. in a little makeshift way.

nancy burrows her head into the crook of robins shoulder, coated in blood. she holds her tighter, can feel the girls strength escaping.

dont go, she croaks, muffled. dont leave us.

im sorry, says robin.

its not fair, she whispers in retaliation. i hate it.

anything nancy wheeler hates should be running for its life, jokes robin. youre incredible.

come back to me, nancy pleads.

youre incredible.

robin goes limp in her arms.

AND THEN. OOH BOY. THEN.

cut to around ten minutes later. steve and eddie come back from killing vecna (which ends the same way it did in canon). nancy's still sitting with robin's body, just staring straight ahead, shaking like crazy. eddie sees them first. nancy and him lock eyes, and nancy shakes her head. shakes her head as in dont let steve see.

dont break him again.

but its too late.

steve lets out a cry, a choked sob that so clearly was meant to be much more. long story short, he breaks down. he's screaming, crying, scratching at eddie when he tries to restrain him. he crawls over to robins body, gently cradles her out from nancy's lap and into his arms, screaming. robins head lolls back in his embrace, and her unstaring eyes meet nancy's. its only for a split second, before steve repositions his hands so he can properly hold robin. but she sees.

nancy cant move, cant do anything but follow steve with her eyes. again, shes shaking like a leaf in the wind, like shes about to fly off at any moment.

steve keeps whispering no, no, no. no, no. no. his whispers turn into screams, which turn into sobs, and he pulls robins body further into his arms, drapes his larger frame around hers, and breaks. eddie's distressed, keeps trying to gently pull him back, into an embrace, but steve wont have it. he screams, claws, kicks eddie, spits in his face even, at one point.

it takes nancy to even get him to look up.

she tells him what robin said. tells him how much he meant to her. tells him she loved him more than anything.

but she still left me, he whispers.

nancy pulls him into a hug. he doesn't fight back, but he still wails. they sit there, shaking and crying in a tangle of limbs for around two minutes, before steve pulls away and goes back to hugging robin's body, pressing kisses to her cold forehead and begging for her to wake up.

ANYWAYS - they have to leave robin's body. nancy's already injured and cant stop shaking long enough to be able to even clench her fists, and eddie has to focus on getting steve out, because he's in no condition to do that himself. steve throws a fit obviously, doesn't want to leave her, ad eventually ends up having a panic attack, which is when eddie and nancy gently escort him and themselves back through the gate.

now, the rest of the group's story follows canon. max still dies for a minute before el saves her, and still ends up in a coma. nancy and eddie find lucas and erica holding her, wailing as the paramedics arrive (erica asks for robin in a shaky voice, fiddling with the hem of her dress in the way eleven year olds do, and eddie's heart breaks).

then theyre in the hospital. nancy and eddie've managed to get steve to at least stop sobbing and screaming, and he sits, shaking, in a hospital chair, staring blankly at the wall with a very anxious looking dustin hovering beside him.

eddie asks about robin. asks what happened.

nancy snaps. she cant help it. it always went like this - something terrible would happen, something bad, and nancy would bottle up all of her feelings until she was bent of shape. barks out an 'i dont want to talk about it' before dropping her head to her chest and breathing out. she apologises, after a few seconds. eddie understands. he's very good at that, nancy realises.

they get the update about max, gain the knowledge that shes alive, but in a coma. nancy holds lucas as he cries, feeling as if the situation is all too familiar. but she doesn't break. not yet. because she has to stay strong for her family.

the day passes. lucas and erica decide they'll stay the night in max's room. eddie helps nancy get steve settled in his house (which - nancy isn't comfortable leaving him alone in that state, but it's not like she can take him home to her parents). nancy goes home. she doesn't hug her mother. her dad is asleep.

she goes straight up to her room, and screams. she screams and screams and screams. she tears a poster (the tom cruise one) off her wall, and rips it up, feels the fragmented edges of the paper underneath her skin. she grabs her pillows sitting neatly on her bed and throws them against the wall, watches them thud against the plaster. with a sweeping motion of her arm, her ceramic piggy bank is pushed from her desk onto the floor, and she stomps on it. over and over and over again, still screaming. she can feel the shards underneath her shoe, can feel them breaking more and more with each blow of her foot. there are tears streaming down her face, and she lets out a cracked sob, that turns into another scream. she can feel it rushing out of her throat, feels the way it scratches at the back of her neck till shes hoarse.

it takes ten minutes of that until her cries die down. she doesnt sleep that night - doesnt sleep for many after that either - and instead sits on her carpet, runs her fingers through it's thick strands, and shakes.

miles away, underneath nancy's world, underneath hawkins, It opens it's eyes. It sits up. It is given a choise, and It takes it.

Robin Buckley went into that gate, and a month later, Kas comes out.

AHHHHHHHHHH THIS WAS MEANT TO BE JUST A QUICK SUMMARY OF THE FIRST CHAPTER WTF WHY DID IT TURN INTO AN ESSAY. AND YEAH. HOPEFULLY THIS WILL BE TURNED INTO AN ACTUAL MULTI-CHAPTER FIC (FIRST CHAPTER IS IN THE WORKS AS WE SPEAK) BUT YEAH - COMPLETELY NANCY WHEELER, RONANCE, PLATONIC STOBIN CENTERED (i put steve and nancy througb the ringer in this, sorry). BECAUSE IT WILL HOPEFULLY BE A FIC, I WON'T TELL YOU THE MASSIVE PLOT TWIST/CHANGE/IDEA THINGY FOR THE END SO TEHRE'S NO SPOILERS BUT MY GOD - ITS FUCKING ANGSTY.

thannk you so much for the asks guys, you have no idea how much they mean to me <3333333 hope you enjoyed my long ass ramble!!!!!!!!

[fyodorkisser]

reasons for moving to twt:

[whyse7vn]

BTS BOYFRIEND TEXTS -

[ ot7 x reader ]

lmao what is this it’s 3 am and i’m tired enjoy ^ ^

SEOKJIN -

jin: you ate without me…

y/n: did do that

jin: you said you’d wait

y/n: lied

jin: you’re not even gonna try and lie and say you tried you wait or something?

y/n: no

jin: we’re over

y/n: damn that sucks

jin: you don’t even care 😓

y/n: i do

seokjin please please please take me back i love you so much please please !!

jin: i guess i’ll give you another chance 🙄

y/n: thanks so much jinjin love you 😍😍🥰🥰🥰‼️‼️‼️‼️💕💕💓💓💓

jin: ew stop

y/n: stop what bae 😓💓

jin: that

y/n: you’re so hard to please

jin: i deserve better than you

y/n: choke

jin: i’m plotting your murder

y/n: it’s giving jin !alpha !hybrid !mafia boss !hard dom (disturbing content) minors dni

jin: i wolf you

y/n: would turn you into a rug

NAMJOON -

namjoon: got a loaf of bread

y/n: smooth like butter

namjoon: also got broke that green bowl so i bought a new one

y/n: haters gonna hate and players gonna play

namjoon: the bowl is blue tho

hope that’s ok

y/n: pretty woman

namjoon: did you eat lunch ?

y/n: everybody say no

namjoon: you should go do that then

y/n: run run run

namjoon: i think there is soup in the fridge

go check

y/n: did you see my bag ?

namjoon: is it there ?

y/n: you’re so big for no reason

namjoon: what ?

y/n: i’m looking at that photo on the fridge

namjoon: the disney one ?

y/n: yeah and you’re standing behind me you a big bitch

namjoon: thanks ?

y/n: ur built like a brick

ur so hot

lord

come home pls

namjoon: i’m on my way love

y/n: DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN THAT INTERVIEWER TOLD YOO TO PLAY UR OWN RACE LMAOOOOO

namjoon: i do

y/n: he really got you like that

foul

i would of laughed if i was there

namjoon: i know

y/n: loud asf too

namjoon: i know babe

y/n: pls he really ate you up

lord i’m laughing now

namjoon: i figured

y/n: still love you tho 🤞🏽❤️

namjoon: love you too

was the soup in the fridge ?

y/n: no

namjoon: k i’ll order something when i get back ok ?

y/n: light it up like dynamite

YOONGI -

y/n: what if i had 1 hour to live and was going bald and my leg was broken and all my family was dying from cancer right now

yoongi: it’s 8am

y/n: what if

yoongi: it’s 8am

y/n: yoongi 🥺

yoongi: it is 8 am.

y/n: ok and i am gonna kms.

what now yoongi ? what now ??

yoongi: bye

y/n: what the frick bro

fuck you

you’re an opp fr

can’t trust anyone

not a soul not even your own bf

this is so sad

all they ever do is leave you in the dirt

this is what fame does to people

man this is so sad

all this money gets to them fr fr

i can’t believe it

you switched like a pussy lil bitch 💔🗣🙏🏽

agust d too famous for me 😓😓

omg am i the next rap monster but actually black ????

you should get them braids again bae 😍

could be twins

nvm i don’t like you forgot

suga flopped 🥱‼️

bts disband

skz outsold bts 🗣🗣🗣🗣

felix should replace suga 💯

agust d a flop 🙄

cyphers ain’t even that good

suga old asf

yoongi: i am trying

y/n: omg hey bae 😍😍❤️🥵🥰

yoongi: to sleep

y/n: without me 😩⁉️

yoongi: yes

y/n: omw to america rn btw like fr fr no joke /thisisnotajokeimbeingfr

yoongi: i know

y/n: i can tell you’re so excited ur so cute love you 💞

yoongi: yeah.

going to sleep now.

y/n: rest up bro ‼️‼️‼️

see you soon g 🥱🤞🏽

HOSEOK -

y/n: i had a dream you violently slammed me into a pile of bricks

you had me by the throat

hobi: my fault

y/n: my back is broken now

hobi: sorry

y/n: it’s ok i forgive you

hobi: thank you

y/n: just don’t do it again

hobi: i promise i won’t

y/n: don’t let me down

hobi: ok

y/n: we are in love

hobi: true

y/n: cool

hobi: went into a cake shop today

y/n: what did it smell like

hobi: roses

y/n: interesting

hobi: got a small cake with a strawberry on top

y/n: photo ?

hobi: i dropped it

y/n: oh

hobi: i took a picture of it on the floor tho do you want to see ?

y/n: please

TAEHYUNG -

tae: hiiii

y/n: saw a trumpet on the tv made me think about how shit you sound playing it

tae: fuck you i’ll be great one day

y/n: i take it back ur hot

tae: fanks

y/n: we can get matching trumpets

can we put like sequins on them or will that fuck up the sound or something?

tae: idk

y/n: you should

tae: can we drink tn?

y/n: we can make a lil marching band 🥺🥺🥺

tae: also can we not invite jin this time want it to just be us

y/n: we should learn how to play dynamite

tae: and we are gonna eat yesterday’s leftovers

y/n: but if i see your fucking feet out one time today marching band dreams will come to an end ok ?

tae: but idk if i’m really feeling leftovers yk???

y/n: make sure them dogs are LOCKED away

tae: yeah idk i’ll wait until it’s time to eat then i’ll decide

y/n: what ?

tae: huh?

why are you talking about my feet

y/n: they’re scary 😟

tae: i feel like we’re on the completely different pages rn

JUNGKOOK -

jk: what if i was spiderman ?

y/n: that would be hot

jk: yeah

y/n: why aren’t you spiderman?

jk: racism.

y/n: valid

jk: do you still think i’m hot even tho i’m not spiderman?

y/n: i guess

jk: thanks

y/n: yw

jk: sorry i’m not at my full potential

y/n: i forgive you

jk: ok

y/n: ok

jk: bought a rock today

y/n: a shiny one ?

jk: no

y/n: like just a normal one ?

jk: yeah

y/n: nice.

jk: ikr

y/n: how much was it?

jk: 4k

y/n: what

jk: 4,000

y/n: jungkook

jk: yeah

y/n: what the fuck

jk: the rock seller was very convincing

y/n: can you return it ?

jk: no

y/n: what does the rock do

jk: sit ?

y/n: oh

jk: i’m gonna draw a face on it

y/n: i think i’m gonna take your card for a bit

jk: oh

y/n: yeah

jk: did i do something wrong ?

JIMIN -

jimin: watched 10 fancams of myself today

y/n: watched 10 of v

jimin: go fuck him then ???

y/n: might do that

jimin: no don’t it was a joke /j /j /j /j

y/n: don’t joke like that got my hopes up for nothing 😔💔

jimin: you would never

y/n: try me

jimin: you make me sick

y/n: 🤞🏽🤞🏽

jimin: you make me hard

y/n: i would hope so

jimin: yeah

y/n: yeah

jimin: i’m in our room

y/n: ok

jimin: just thinking

y/n: nice to know your brain still does that

jimin: you ruined it

y/n: my bad bro 🙏🏽

jimin: bro ???

y/n: bestie ?

jimin: ur so annoying

y/n: i’ll try better myself for you jimin 😔

jimin: you cant

you’re too lost

y/n: find me jimin 🥺🥺

pls find me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

jimin: i’ll try

y/n: that’s so hot 🤤🥵❤️‼️💯

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 11 / 25. PART 12 LINK.

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areum locked in jeno’s room really haven’t helped the situation, trapped in her lover’s room who is no longer with her. the young woman staying in the curled up ball on the bed, taking in jeno’s last scent on the bedsheets, pillows and duvet. it’s ridiculous how many things remind her of jeno right now.

the bed they have shared slept on, the time areum snuck in to get information but extremely half failed and half succeeded. waking up to jeno’s muscular back every morning when she was his secretary.

the door knob opening to reveal a man standing still, watching areum with full attention on her as he approached forward, closing the door again tightly. areum turns around so jaemin was facing the back and not her face anymore. he sits on the edge of the bed head hung low, biting the inner cheeks.

areum’s cries increased even more when facing jaemin like this. she knows how bad it must be for the boy, not only has he lost nayoung his life saviour and girlfriend, he now has lost his brother figure, best friend and life saviour. she was crying on jaemin’s behalf because knowing jaemin, he is holding back from his own emotions.

the man is most likely checking up on areum than himself, he is rather more worried about someone else than his own well being.

“areum…can you please look at me?” the deep voice finally broke the silence, areum shaking the head as she stayed still not sparing a single glance. jaemin patiently looks away, gathering something from within his pocket.

something he found in areum’s own house, that needs to be addressed.

jaemin pulling his hand forward dropping the long length stick. “are you pregnant?” areum never felt a hard choking sob come out in response, she can���t believe she’s pregnant and jeno isn’t here to know. jaemin saw areum finally turn around facing him, Red nose, rosey cheeks, swollen eyes from the harsh crying.

he grips the test tightly. “areum, are you?” he asked again, he needs reassurance at least. areum deeply inhales, “i am.”

somehow this situation kept getting worse and worse in jaemin’s head. he doesn’t hate that areum is pregnant, he dislikes how badly it’s been introduced to him. the child won’t be able to know who his own father is and jaemin wasn’t happy about that. areum was met with jaemin standing up, bowing in front of areum in a ball shape.

she sits up watching jaemin half confused, then realised why he’s done this. jaemin let out a tiny sob, hitting the ground a few times. areum pursing a blank expression with curved eyes. he was hiding himself from showing emotions, he knew that he has to. if a leader shows a sign of weakness no one will feel safe and reassured about this damn war.

“i’m sorry areum..I’m really sorry, i couldn’t protect him.”

jaemin wondered how could jeno live and deal with this? not show a doubt, fear, sadness and angry? jaemin isn’t built for this. areum crawls on the floor in front of the crying boy, lifting jaemin up to face her.

hands curling on his jawline as she brings herself to hug the man, jaemin sinking into her neck with the wet tears pouring out. areum tightly embracing jaemin as well crying together. “don’t apologise, don’t…it’s not your fault, jaemin.”

these words she told him were something the brain believed but the heart did not. jaemin’s heart will always be indulged in the horrible guilt he is feeling.

areum sighs out with a sniffle. “let’s avenge jeno, jaemin.”

he pulls away from areum facing the woman who has a serious and cold expression. she wishes to destroy nakamoto yuta. hands held areum’s tightly, jaemin looking at areum back. “i don’t want you involved anymore areum.”

“i need to avenge him.” areum protested forward tightly squeezing jaemin’s hands. “i need to do something to feel at peace with his death…jaemin please. let me be.”

his teeth tremble as his lips went dry. seeing the desperation on areum to feel closure and clarity, it’s as if she won’t feel at peace if yuta is thriving. jaemin shaking his head at the woman. “you’re pregnant areum..it’s dangerous.”

she looks down hearing the words. “please.” nothing more came out of jaemin as he stood up, pulling areum softly back on her feet with him. she was then brought into a tight hug, jaemin holding areum’s head into his chest. “i promise to do it for you, i’ll avenge him.”

areum slowly nods, but was she going to let jaemin have all the fun? no, she wants to make yuta suffer as much as he’s making everyone else.

the door opens in ajar position, revealing a shy tall younger boy with a tan man next to him with the most annoyed expression.

areum and jaemin pull away looking the same way to the door, her eyes widening and lips dropping. “jisung-ah.”

jisung was quick to run towards areum tightly hugging her, seeing his sister all flushed and in pain emotionally wasn’t something he wants her to feel like. haechan standing in the doorframe hiding the tears he was streaming down earlier, he wouldn’t want to show that he cried like a little bitch.

“noona I’m so sorry, i-” jisung’s face was clasped by areum’s hands tightly as she sternly spoke. “don’t apologise, you’re not at fault. what are you doing here by the way?”

jisung first pulls away looking at jaemin the man next to them. “jaemin hyung saved me from the gang intruding our home.”

areum wide gapes forward. “are you okay? not hurt?” jisung nods. haechan coming closer as jaemin sighs. “he will stay here with you at all costs.”

“yeah but please make him understand that we don’t have consoles and games for him to play, does he think we are some magical willy wonker factory?” haechan grumbles, jisung glaring down at the shorter older male.

jaemin and areum shaking heads in unison. jisung rolling his eyes, “willy wonker is a chocolate factory dumbass.”

“yah, I’m older than you. how dare you cuss me out.” haechan scolds forward, jisung looking down at the boy again. Haechan was first to look away, glancing to areum. “can you tell him not to look at me at a 90° angle, I feel like I’m the one being shouted at.”

Haechan loudly exclaims his gasps, as the woman in front of him explained the situation. jisung’s lips fell from his face, or that’s how he felt, his face going pale by the news.

“you’re pregnant?” haechan approaching his best friend, looking at the stomach area. “yah, don’t play around. areum-” areum sighs out, “I’m not playing, I’m serious!”

the abrupt shouting from areum made haechan flinch into silence, immediately shutting up. “okay sorry! i just, are you okay?” somehow hyuck is being extremely cautious with this news, areum looking down with her hands locked over the other.

thumb caressing the jean fabric with hanging depressed lips. haechan mentally cursed himself, he never knew areum was hurting more than he thought. his body sits next to areum again, areum immediately resting the forehead on his shoulder as the sobs reconfigured once again.

haechan inhaling a shaky breathe, patting areum comfortingly. jisung lightly comforting his older sister as well, though he lets the older male do what he needed to do.

“noona it will be okay, we are here for you.” jisung mutters words of encouragement. areum humming lightly, sobs stopping for now but knowing the future with a predicament, those tears will happen again.

“jisung’s right, you have everyone behind you. jeno would want you under our care and respect.” haechan trails with honesty, areum lifting her head up, jisung lapping his hands interlocking them with areum.

footsteps echoing, renjun with a tray of two full tea cups was seen. renjun carefully lifting one cup to areum, the woman took the unexpected gesture without a complaint. “this tea is good for pregnancy, i hope you know that I’m under your service.” renjun said, bowing his head to the woman. jisung took the second tea, drinking it.

the moment the bitter liquor hit the back of his throat and sensitive tastebuds on the scorching warmth, he choked slightly putting the tea back down. renjun eyeing the younger boy with eyebrow raised, “not a fan?”

jisung shyly nods. “not my cup of tea.” he mutters. areum sipping the same tea in her cup, she hums with slight delight. “it’s sweet.”

haechan gawks at renjun with a sting eye. “where’s my tea?” renjun smirking with arms crossed, “god gave you hands, use it.”

seeing the Chinese man leave, hyuck mockingly mimicking the male who left the scene. “god gave you hands, use it— my fucking ass.” haechan spat shaking his head.

“i have a slight question,” jisung would ask and haechan watching the boy with full attention. “what is it?” hyuck said.

“do you have chips i can eat?” jisung said with a smile. Haechan watching the boy with a ‘you better be joking’ look. the tan boy exhales, “listen kid, do you think we are some damn restaurant?”

jisung pouts looking at areum with absolute wide puppy eyes, areum taking notice she glances to haechan with warning eyes; that he better start listening to jisung. “noona I want chips.” haechan’s ears perking down with disappointment and glare at jisung. “fine! just because areum scares me.”

the brunette boy cheers as the tan boy sighs out. jaemin joining the conversation midway with a large paper list of items with price ranges and a stack of money in front of haechan. the man in the suit would have six eyes on him from the three people.

“make sure to get these things too.” jaemin points out, hyuck taking the list as he read out loud. “vegetables, fruits, pregnancy nausea pills, blankets, first aid kits, body pillow…- jaemin am i some maid?” he’d whine stopping midway the first items, there is like thirty more ahead. areum sighing, “you don’t need to buy pregnancy items for me—”

he gave areum a glance. “I do. Get it done lee haechan, you can have jisung tagging alone.” jaemin said lastly before walking away. jisung sighing, “man I don’t really want to go with…him.” jisung said slowly.

Haechan scoffing, “as if i wanna go with you either.”

areum shaking her head. “you need to get along, don’t kill each other. i’m going to take a shower.” she announced leaving the two, perhaps a bath would be more relaxing and de-stressing for her?

Haechan huffs trailing in the supermarket with a large trolley moving behind with jisung controlling it relentlessly. the older male stops with the large list jaemin made.

“vegetables.” haechan sighs out, holding a packet of tomatoes and cucumbers, jisung watching the trolley cart when he threw in the veggies. jisung looks around, finding ice cream aisle, the taller goes away without haechan’a knowledge who was busy gathering other vegetables such as cabbage and onion.

jisung came back with an ice cream box putting it in the trolley, haechan looking back at placing the onion down. his eyes noticing the ice cream he picks it up pointing it to jisung. “put it back, now.” he’d demand.

“no, i want ice cream.” the brunette scowls. hyuck holding one hand on the hips, as if he were a stressed mother with a child right now. “yah, park jisung.” he whispers when a few people watched them argue in disagreement. “people are watching, put it back, do not make a scene.” hyuck whisper shouts.

jisung smirking, “no. I’ll tell areum!” haechan’s jaw splits open, dropping the ice cream box down. this is his own money too, he’s not exactly rich either. “this is why I’m never having kids.” hyuck mumbles under his frustration grabbing the trolley and pulling it into the next aisle where he will buy the rest needed items.

the older swore he was babysitting a child not grocery shopping. jisung pushing the trolley forward with a run as he then cling on it, swinging the feet off the air, letting the cart simply roll forward. Haechan tugging the pregnancy pillows and extra blankets low in his hands, staring at the sight of jisung pushing in junk food: chips, chocolate, cup of noddles.

by the time the two were done shopping the cart was almost fully filled to the top and haechan sighs in relief when the final item was scanned in. the teenage cashier turns to the tan male with a short smile, “that would be 300.”

it’s as if the soul was sucked out of his body. Haechan giving a fake smile. “haha what? how much sorry, i think i misheard…”

the cashier looking back to the desk then to the customer again. “that would be 300 sir.”

‘park jisung you’re dead meat.’ haechan grimly thought, the cashier was given the card from the man with his own pocket money. being under the mafia really doesn’t pay that much, believe it or not.

jisung saw with a satisfied smile outside the trolley coming out of the market as haechan pushed it to the younger boy harshly, mumbling his words. “tell me why I’m a broke ass bitch now?”

the younger boy opening the chip packet, munching loudly due to its crispy texture and salty grain taste. “thanks hyung!”

“oh so now you call me hyung!” haechan shot back, putting the bags into the back of the car, jisung getting inside the front passenger seat widely happily that his cravings were meeting ends. hyuck sighing, “don’t call me hyung.” he told when he sat next to jisung, putting the seatbelt on the waist as his hand pushes the car keys in.

the car engine starting up with rustic metallic sounds, jisung humming happily.

at least jisung will never ask him again for chip packets. Haechan hopes anyways .

areum’s spine relaxing down the expensive marble white bathtub belonging to jeno’s large rich bathroom. sinking into the warmth of the bubbly bursting water, skin covered in it as if it were a blanket tucking her inside. de-stressing the worry along with tension, areum’s hair would go shade darker once the element water comes forward.

the wet hair dripping once she comes up into the surface, exhaling out a breathe that she held under the scented rose petal water. candles set on the edge of the bathtub and open window looking over the dark night city life.

eyelashes wet in large clump chunks, areum wiping forward regaining conscious sight as her head shifts to the large open window. the knees slowly curve up to the exposed nude chest, arms wrapping onto them tightly. hugging herself, somehow hoping her tears would be camouflage due to the water dibbling down the side of her face from being under water for too long.

heartbeat racing hardly now, in matter of fact ever since the heartbreaking news, areum felt like her heart stopped beating— like a part of her was gone. strained voice creaks. “jeno… you can’t be dead.”

the arms squeeze the knees together, face turning in the knees digging in the dark space of coverage.

areum refuses to believe he is dead without seeing the body.

swoosh, swoosh…

eyes opening with slight rust on the eyelashes stuck to the skin, a painful sound of bones cracking out of place and back in, the unfamiliar harsh windy breeze hitting past the half broken shut windows. sight of outside lamps indoors were seen hanging by the low ceiling.

the man sat up half confused. the top was off, the muscular body with old white scars across the chest, bruises and white glory milk define abs with v shaped strong back arched revealed, a soft silk bandage wrapping around the right side of the shoulder and collarbone area down to the waist diagonally.

the crust half blue-white lips groan in sudden pain when remembering what had happened, recollecting the traumatic event as well as the shoulder hurting in pain at the same time; as if his thoughts were stimulated by the physical pain too.

“you woke up young man, you’re very lucky we found you.” the familiar face man spoke out, eyes shifting slowly to open round&round.

his deep voice that sounded ill but at the same time almost gone with its vocal due to the impact of the cold ocean suffocating the insides by drowning the throat. “mr Kim..?”

“you remembered me.” mr Kim lightly joked forward walking, jeno looking around. “how did you find me?”

“I was sailing and happened to find you shot. how did this happen, jeno? you could’ve drowned if i didn’t see you.”

the man’s voice was comforting to jeno’s ears, the man sighing out; that’s right he was shot off guarded by yuta, the bastard luckily missed a vital. the water was a nasty killer ready to eat jeno up but thankfully the old man was able to save him.

jeno bows his head down. “thank you so much for saving me. i owe you my life.”

“don’t worry, I’m glad you’re safe. you should call me doyoung instead, we met a year ago.” doyoung trails, handing jeno a plain white shirt. “my wife is expecting me at the cabin tomorrow, why don’t you explain the situation as we head back?”

at first the younger was cautious what to say, but it really cannot be helped when he was shot badly. jeno lightly chuckles, “are you sure you can handle it, hyung?”

doyoung gave a smirk. “trust me im intrigued now. i never removed a bullet in my life, but now i have!” Jeno scoffs friendly manner, “very well.”

guess it wouldn’t hurt to open up to an old friend right?

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MASTERLINK FOR HIS KARMA.

@onyourhyuck please refer from copyrighting and plagiarising my work!

🫶🏻 new character unlocked from season 1: Kim doyoung~~

😃 pls not at haechan and jisung having a rivalry sibling dynamic.

I guess only chapter 11 will be released today 😭 i ended up being half busy so I couldn’t continue writing chapter 12! Sorry!!

[jacobsnsfw]

half time, dream

NSFW! MINORS DNI ISTG

PAIRING  football!dream x fem!reader

PRONOUNS she/her

WARNINGS unprotected ( wrap b4 u tap! ) hate sex, choking spitting, degradation, hair pulling,

SONG REC girls need love, summer walker

WORD COUNT 2.28k

NOTE  this is fully inspired by @/slapnap , @/whoranges , & their wonderful anons.  football!dream my love </3 it's been months since i've written smut bare with me pls😩. it’s written kind of weird, i wrote it almost in past tense? they’re both 18 and seniors

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     HALF TIME HAD FINALLY BEGAN all the players from each team had went to hydrate and talk amongst themselves, (y/n) watched clay's cocky smirk form on his face as the other cheerleaders on her cheer squad surrounded that gorgeous bastard, and showered him with compliments about how good he looked or how well he played.

she hated everything about him, the way he obnoxiously flirted with every girl to ever enter the school's front doors, hell he's even tried on multiple teachers. he made her skin crawl but yet, he was unimaginably attractive. clay's green eyes gazed pasted the heads of the girls in front of him, the smirk on his face grew as his eyes raked down (y/n)'s a beautiful figure in her uniform that fit her body perfectly, her hips and tits on full display only covered by the short skirt and tight top.

once their eyes met the cheerleader was quick to break eye contact praying he didn't get the wrong idea, but his long legs carried him quickly to where she was leaning against the metal pole holding up the stands, "staring isn't very nice y'know" she hated the way he spoke and the effect he had on her.

"why don't you go fuck yourself" she more-so told him then asked, "oh come on.." he trailed off a faux pout pulling at his lips that (y/n) rolled her eyes at.

"why don't you and i take a trip to the locker rooms, hm?" he asked. something that damn near no one knew, was the fact that they had gotten together at clay's friend karl's house, in his bed, but they never talked about it, and if niki, one of (y/n)'s close friends, were to bring it up, (y/n) would say it was some mistake, but she never forgot the things clay made her feel that night, maybe it was the adrenaline she was feeling that made her overly sensitive, but he was.. different.

her eyebrows raised and her thighs clenched at the memory, "what are you thinking about?" clay asked his voice huskier than before. he placed his index finger under her chin, making her look him in the eyes. how the hell are you supposed to tell someone you're daydreaming about the sex you had with them, maybe if he wasn't so full of himself now, she would've told him, but no.

"thinking about how you're on my last nerve" she snapped putting on her best angry look, as if she wasn't soaked from his voice and her thoughts alone, pulling her head away from him quickly. "feisty... i like it" he tutted running his thumb over her bottom lip. he pulled her into him by her waist, "come on, you had fun last time.." he continued, he wasn't wrong but, (y/n) would never admit that.

his lips met hers as shock crossed her brain, but when his teeth sunk into her bottom lip and slipped his tongue inside her mouth, she moaned, as if there were parents and their peer's siblings just above them on the bleachers, but that didn't matter at the time. their mouths slotted together euphorically, teeth and tongue clashing.

clay's muscular thigh lifted to meet her pussy that was covered by a thin, skimpy pair of panties and short spandex, and he pressed into it so she could feel him through the clothing.

(y/n) quietly protested when his lips left her own, "come on" he mumbled pulling her behind him to what looked to be the boys' locker room, "i can't go in there" she stopped in her tracks, standing just outside the door, clay rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist pulling her in.

"as if you coming in the locker room's a big deal. no one's here to snitch and no one will find out" he mumbled like they weren't about to have sex where any of his teammates or coaches could walk in.

he pushed her up against the cold lockers, the cold metal and clay's mouth back on hers sent chills up her whole body. god, the thought of someone walking into his hands gliding down her body, and gripping her ass under the inappropriately short skirt, made her brain fog.

(y/n) reached down and tugged the clothing on her lower half off, leaving a pair of black panties thin enough to not see through the spandex that pooled at her ankles that she had on only so no one could see what she didn't want them to.

they pulled away from each other, clay palmed his erection through his pants, (y/n) grabbed him by his shirt, and pulled him back into her by his shoulder pads, "are these staying on?" she asked quietly and clay nodded in response, they only had around fifteen minutes left of their thirty

the football player's hands trailed from where they sat on her waist, to her throat, he wrapped them tight but not too tight, just enough so she could breathe, "what do you want me to do" clay teased, he knew what she wanted, but he wasn't going to just fuck her, he wanted her to beg.

"fuck you, i'm not doing it." (y/n) said, it's almost like she could read his mind if she did beg he would brag about it for the remainder of the time they fucked around together.

"oh.. okay" he replied nonchalantly pulling away from where he had her pressed against the lockers, and heading towards the door, "wait, clay!" she walked quickly after him, grabbing his wrist pulling him into her.

their chest colliding just before she reached up and pulled his head- more specifically his left ear, whispering, "clay, please fuck me~" she moaned loudly and obnoxiously squeaky into it and he almost lost it.

his hands that were at his side, came back to her waist and her throat, "listen, we both know how much of a slut for me you are, and don't pretend any different, got it?" he asked his tone was serious and that's what made it even hotter, c'mon if a greek god were to be in your face telling you how much of a slut you were, how would you act?

she hummed, acknowledging what he said. his grip on her throat tightened ever so slightly, "words, whore" he hummed his calloused hand left her hip and trailed teasingly down her thigh, and slapping it roughly.

"yes," she gasped when his hand met her flesh soothing the stop he hit, "i'm.. a slut for you" her hands met his broad shoulders, her nails digging into the clothing that covered them.

a deep grunt left his agape mouth, and he pulled the top off the cheer uniform up enough to expose her tits to him. his mouth as quick to attach to the left one, her hands tangled in his dusty, blond locks, when his teeth barely grazed over her nipple, her breath caught in her throat and her hands tugged at his hair.

(y/n)'s head tipped back and met the lockers, with a so much force a small clang bounced off the walls of the large room, "careful doll, don't wanna hurt that pretty little head of yours." clay spoke up his mouth releasing her breast with an audible 'pop'.

his hands reached to pull the pants from upon his hips, but before he did, he glanced up at (y/n) for permission, she nodded with a dopey smile on her face. the bare minimum just hits different when he's with her.

"ya'sure you wanna do this?" he asked, he didn't want to force her into anything she was uncomfortable with, i'm sure if she had an issue she would've said or done something sooner, but just in case she didn't.

"m'sure" she mumbled out, her dainty, slender fingers tugged at his hair again trying her best to make him hurry and fuck her before time ran out, to say she was eager would be an understatement.

clay laughed at her neediness, "for someone who hates me, you sure don't act like it. all needy for me, hm?" he was so painfully conceited he knew how hot he was and he knew how to treat someone mentally and physically.

the pants he wore for the game, were quick to be tugged down his hips, and his boxers as well, fully exposing himself to (y/n) and anyone who could walk in at any time.

he wrapped his hands around his cock, stroking it slowly almost like he was teasing himself, a grunt passed his lips and his hips pressed more into his hand, though (y/n) didn't want him to get to into it and grabbed his wrist causing his hand to almost halt and his eyes locked with (y/n)'s.

"use me not your hand, please" she cooed under her breath wiggling in his tight hold. he laughed once again at her neediness.

"you want me to fuck you? use you like a toy?" teasing, teasing, and more teasing, he enjoyed watching her struggle and rub aimlessly against him, it was hot to him at least.

she continued nodding, like that was the only thing she could do, "please. pl-please" the high-pitched moan that followed her stumbled words made clay almost want to edge her until she was crying in his arms, but then he remembered the time crunch.

he grabbed her chin making eye contact with her as he rubbed his cock against her slit trying his best to get a reaction and pushed slowly into her.

"clay~ hngg" she moaned, her plan to keep at least a little bit quiet was crushed when he slowly started thrusting into her, his pace speeding every time he pushed back in

his thumb rubbed against her bottom lip, opening her mouth slightly, clays brows raised expectantly waiting for her to open it the rest of the way, when she did, the spit that pooled on his tongue transferred to hers, "swallow it, bitch" he spoke through gritted teeth.

his cock nudged that spot deep inside her, and her back arched from the locker and her moans stuttered, "right there- fuck!" (y/n) gasped as her legs wrapped impossibly tighter around his hips pulling him closer, just to make him hit it again. 

his thrusts were almost animalistic at this point, and the words that streamed from (y/n)'s gorgeous lips were echoed throughout the room, her mind ran so fast she could barely keep up, maybe this is why they called him dream, ‘cause fuck was this is like a erotic fantasy. it was almost embarrassing how fast he could make her cum.

her brain became more foggy than when this started, her thigh started to quiver ever so slightly, “you g’na come?” clay taunted, his hips slowing. she didn’t even reply her legs wrapped tighter around his hips, pulling him into her, as she ground herself against his cock. 

her velvety walls enveloped around him tightly, pulling a strangled gasp from clay, his left hand reached to tug the ends of her hair exposing her neck to him. his lips attached to her neck, “no marks, someone’ll see” (y/n) mumbled threading her fingers through his hair.

“ ‘ts baffling how you think i give a fuck.” he muttered continuing his harsh thrusts and his mouth sucking red marks that would be soon become a deep purple color. (y/n)’s vision blurred slightly and she swore she could see stars, the ahegao-like expression present on her features reminded clay of the hentai he’d seen that sapnap had sent him, drool dripped from her tongue and down her chin, like a child. 

a white ring could be seen every time clay pulled out to thrust back in, he fucked her through her orgasm, attempting to chase his that was so close he could practically taste it, his hips stuttered and his pace slowed quite a bit.

his body slumped against hers, and his head fell into her shoulder as he breathed in the overly expensive perfume and matching lotion she wore all the time, it was her go, kind of fruity and coconut-y, not too sweet but sweet enough to get the point across. 

the afterglow they were basking in was cut short by the banging on the door from someone, “clay? are you in there” what sounded like clay’s good friend alex on the other side of the door, “yeah, i’ll be out in a sec” he yelled back pushing off of where he was leaning against (y/n). 

a dopey smile pulled at her lips as she pulled her skirt up from on the floor, "what's so fuckin' funny?" clay asked with his brows furrowed. "nothing, just had sex with a hot guy in his locker room at a football game" she mumbled pulling her top over her boobs and walking past him making sure their shoulders brushed when she did. clay stared at the door, dumbfounded, she just walked away as if he didn't just ruin her, if she didn't feel it now she definitely would later.

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it will come back (richkid!haz + tom x reader)

"I know who I am when I'm alone; I'm something else when I see you. You don't understand, you should never know how easy you are to need." - Hozier, It Will Come Back

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summary: Harrison insists Y/N is a great shag and nothing more. Tom joins in on the fun and proves him right and wrong at the same time.

pairing: richkid!haz x actor!tom x reader

word count: 4,902

notes: this is.... just a pure mess of filth. this is set before angel of small death, but can be read as a standalone. big thanks to @tommysparker and @shipping-not-sailing for enduring all the pestering and giving me mad ideas and have you seen @uglypastels' AMAZING FANART (open it for a surprise)??? y'all are amazing ilysm <3

warnings: enemies to lovers, past & present fwb dynamics, language, drinking, jealousy, so much yearning holy shit, SMUT (threesome (mmf), oral (m&f receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal fingering, rimming, anal sex, protected sex, dirty talk, choking, kiiind of hate sex? it's filthy pls read at your own discretion)

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Paris, February 2019.

If there's one thing Harrison loves more than Fashion Week, it's the Fashion Week after-parties. After hordes and hordes of luxury pieces to wear, there’s plenty of lavish extravaganza to be had. Right now, he’s treading among marble sculptures in some chateau just outside of Paris, clad in a masterfully crafted suit, mingling with models, fashionistas, and fellow jetsetters of the world.

Except for one.

"Ugh, there she is." he scoffs into his champagne flute.

Next to him, Tom scans around the room. “Who?”

He follows Harrison’s gaze to the woman next to the statue of Persephone eating her pomegranate. She wouldn’t look so out of place next to these sculptures if it weren’t for the colors she’s rocking. Her lips glow red like she’s the one who took a bite of the fruit. The bubbles in her champagne are like specks of gold, and the sequins are specks of stars in her indigo blue dress.

“Ah. The love of your life.” Tom side-eyes him cheekily.

“Fuck off. No, she’s not!” Harrison retorts way too quick and aggressive. Then, he continues, without taking his eyes off of her, “I can’t even stand her. That girl’s a bitch and a half.”

Tom only laughs. "You say that now…”

Harrison lightly shoves him in the arm. "The hell does that mean?”

“Oh, please. I know you guys are fucking around.”

“What?” Harrison tries to play it cool, but he knows there’s no coming back from that. He’s been made.

Tom leans against the bar, now rocking a smug ‘I-told-you-so’ smirk. “You sneak away and she sneaks away and then you guys always come back a little flushed… it’s not that hard to figure out, bro.”

“Well, that doesn’t mean I like her. I mean, look at her!” Harrison insists. “With her snooty voice and that fake laugh and her stupid dress…”

Tom shakes his head. "If you hate her so much, why do you keep coming back to her?"

"Honestly?" He takes a deep breath, and for the first time throughout this conversation, something remotely truthful comes out. "She's one hell of a shag."

"Huh..."

Tom goes quiet. Unlike his best friend, he can objectively say that there’s nothing wrong with her voice. She laughs, her whole face lit up, like she’s genuinely having fun, and her dress looks fine on her.

Scratch that.

Her dress looks amazing on her. The tulle is sheer and light around her thighs, making it look like it magically floats around her. But the corset bodice accentuates her curves so well that Tom finds himself somewhat envious of the sequins swirling patterns all over her body.

Harrison turns to see him still staring at her, deep in thought, and he grows suspicious. "What." It sounds more like a demand for explanation than a question.

“That’s it? Great shag, nothing more?” Tom asks, as if for confirmation.

Harrison shrugs.

“So you don’t mind if I chat her up?”

“Yeah,” he answers immediately, far too cool, too fast for him to catch himself. In the span of three seconds, Harrison manages to go experience the shock, the panic, the confusion.

The regret.

But he’s three seconds too late, and she's already walking over to the bar where they are now, and he can hear Tom stepping up and greeting her in his effortless charm.

"Y/N! Fancy seeing you here!" Tom opens up his arms and she gladly accepts the hug, kissing him on both cheeks.

"I could say the same about you, Spider-Man." she pats him on the chest, finger lingering just a moment too long on his chest. “I almost didn't recognize you for a sec. You look great!"

He chuckles bashfully. He seems to trade in his usual preppy golf chic style with a more ‘bad boy’ look, with his buzzcut and leather jacket over a white t-shirt. "Oh, thanks. It's for Cherry. I just came back from Morocco and then this div right here…" he elbows Harrison, "...told me he's walking the runway! So of course I gotta go."

"I saw. Good job on not tripping," she notes, finally flashing her signature fake smile at Harrison.

He's not sure whether he's more annoyed at her backhanded compliment or the fact that it took her this long to even acknowledge him. He knows she was there at the show. She sat right on the front row, eyeing him up and down with every outfit he came out in.

"Thanks. I'm sure you were really looking forward to that, weren't you, darling?" he smiles back pointedly at her.

"Only thing I came here for," Y/N retorts, quick as lightning. "Actually, I'm hosting this after-party hoping to celebrate that too, but alas…"

"You did this?" Tom pipes up, motioning at the hall around them.

"Mm-hm. I mean, regular clubs are so passé, don’t you think?"

"That's so true. And may I say, this is quite impressive. It’s very… you." Tom's eyebrows rise, playing up his puppy dog eyes as he marvels at the place.

Harrison sees right through his bullshit moves and her bullshit taste, so he simply dismisses, "Eh, it's alright," staring down his empty glass, signaling the bartender for another drink.

"Do you wanna dance?" Tom shifts the conversation with such ease, as if there isn’t a massive elephant in the room-- if said elephant were his best friend cockblocking them.

And to make things worse (or better, depends on who sees it), she matches his frequency, too. "I'd love to. Any reason to get away from Debby Downer here."

Harrison manages a half-hearted, condescending sneer as they make their way to the dance floor, but he knows he's losing. He lets his best friend flirt with his archenemy, and of course she wouldn't miss the opportunity to land a low blow. Her dark eyes flash viciously in the dim light as she shoots him a death glare from across the room.

And he tries to prove her wrong. He tries to mingle with his other friends and acquaintances, but somehow, among a sea of guests, he can always spot Tom and Y/N on the dance floor. Right now, the shorn-haired boy has one hand on hers and the other on her hip. He spins her and dips her, probably saying something swoon-worthy as she hikes up her leg on his waist.

Giggling and getting way too close for Harrison's liking.

And no. He doesn’t have an actual preference for how close Y/N can get with Tom or how much she giggles over his jokes.

Or so he tries to convince himself.

"Mate," Tom lightly slaps his arm, snapping him out of his reverie, "Y/N's showing me around the house. Is that alright?"

"Um, yeah. Why are you asking for my permission?" he laughs it off like it's the most ridiculous question ever-- and in hindsight, it is. He has absolutely no say in who his friend or his enemy fucks.

Tom shrugs. "I don’t know. I mean, you're the one who has history with her--"

"It's really no big deal, Tom. I don't care," he cuts off, more exasperated than anything else.

"...Right. I'll text you later, then?" he pats Harrison's arm once again, this time as a goodbye.

Y/N waits for him by the entrance, and that little shit still has the gall to blow him a kiss before she takes Tom's arm and disappears into the hallway.

Some of his model friends call him out to join them, and as he downs the rest of his whiskey, Harrison comes down to the dance floor to drown in the blaring music and dancing bodies. The question pounds his head: why did he let Tom go for it? Why is he disappointed that Y/N actually plays along? Why is he so bummed about this all?

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he’s almost relieved from its distraction.

Well. Until he reads the message.

'Master suite. 2nd floor, East Wing. Last door on the left. Stop sulking and get your shit together asap, or Tom and I will start without you ;)'

It's much easier to simply pull one of these girls who are already grinding all over him and vying for his attention. He could make eyes at any of them and they’d be happy to get cozy with him for the rest of the night. No questions asked. But he hates the idea of leaving these assholes alone more than he craves being alone. He’d lost out twice already tonight-- first to Tom, and then to Y/N for having the last word. The winning strike. He’s not gonna let her win again.

So he sets off. Across the marble floor tiles and past the Greco-Roman statues, up the winding stairs towards the east wing. It's not until he walks in that he considers the possibility of this invitation being nothing but a prank. A sick joke to shit on his miserable evening even more.

"Ugh, I hate you guys so fucking much," Harrison grumbles, fully prepared to walk back out on Tom and Y/N, making out on the gaudy king-sized bed.

But with that, she pulls away from Tom. She walks over to Harrison, hips swaying under her dress. "Took you long enough."

"Thought you weren't gonna start without me, darling." He cups her chin with his thumb and forefinger.

"Thought you were gonna lose the attitude, Harrison," she chucks his little quip back at him. But then, as quick as pushes his hand away, she pulls him in, "C'mere."

It sounds like a dirty trick, but in it, Harrison finds relief. His lips find their way to hers. Hot and warm and biting and familiar. As it should be.

Finally.

"Fuck…" Tom quietly cusses from the bed, slipping out of it to not miss the action.

Harrison even forgot that he was there for a moment-- and for a moment, he wanted to forget. He's not ready to share her just yet-- especially when said friend so graciously helps himself to unzipping Y/N's dress and peeling it off of her body. So he shoves Tom away from her-- playfully, although with a sliver of truth behind the possessive gesture.

But Tom simply catches it as friendly banter, and he comes up behind the boy and kisses his neck instead. "Just like the good old days, eh, mate?" His hands roam all over his chest, his fingers warm against his sheer lace shirt.

"Wait, you guys have done this before?" Y/N asks, curious at the two boys before her.

"We went to an all-boys boarding school…" Tom shrugs and rests his chin on Harrison's shoulder.

"We've experimented," Harrison finishes.

"Ooh, naughty," she coos, closing the gap to Tom's mouth, this time into a searing kiss. But her hand strokes the back of Harrison's head gently, almost like willing him to stay.

And wrapped up in lust and loathing sounds like enough incentive to do that.

Y/N finally breaks the kiss with Tom to resume her kiss with Harrison. He wonders if she's comparing them in her mind; see who she likes better.

And he hates how much he wants it to be him.

"Well…" she smiles slyly like she could read his mind. "Why don't you boys show me how you do it, hmm?"

It flips a switch in Harrison’s head and activates his competitive side. He pushes Tom into bed, straddles his lap and slips off his suit jacket. He drops it on the floor, revealing the black lace shirt underneath, hugging his biceps and clinging onto his chiseled body like second skin.

Tom whistles low. "You sure know how to dress up, don't ya?"

Meanwhile, Harrison peels off the leather jacket and white t-shirt off of him. "You know how to dress down."

"That's very true," he chuckles, unbuckling his friend's belt and pauses when he pushes down his pants.

The lace shirt, sheer and swirling patterns on his chest, connects to the signature Versace black-and-gold waistband, and an equally sheer and fitting pair of tights, with lace edges like garters.

It's not just a shirt. It's a fucking lingerie.

Y/N couldn't contain her gasp. Nor could she resist joining them and feeling the fabric on his thigh-- a texture she's never felt on him before, and she wishes she had sooner. "Is this for me?"

Harrison scoffs. "You wish, darling."

She looks over his shoulder-- he couldn't see it, but he can feel her knowing smile to Tom. "That means yes," she explains matter-of-factly.

"There's no shame in that, mate. Besides, for what it's worth…" Tom runs his hand all over his lace-clad chest, down the silk button line, "You look damn good in it."

The buttons come undone one by one. The lace scratches against his skin, soothed by kisses from two mouths; one along his neck, the other down his spine. The hand over his hard-on is.. firmer, stranger, but he feels her curves pressed against his back. Soft. Familiar. Inviting.

Soon enough, he lies naked on his back with both Tom and Y/N between his legs. Their tongues dance along his veiny shaft, retracing the lace patterns on his discarded lingerie until they meet right at the tip. They make out right over his cock, clashing and colliding with the pink, leaking head. It floods his senses like no other.

"Um… hello?" Harrison breaks the silence in the room-- and the kiss.

"Jesus Christ, you just can't stand not being the center of attention, can you? Gosh…" she scoffs, slapping his inner thigh lightly.

"Are you always this hard on him?" Tom turns toward her, bemused.

She only stares at him as if saying, duh.

And he stares back at her. "That's hot."

Harrison partly considers smacking his head, but Tom follows it up with taking his entire length in his mouth. Dirty smirk slobbering and swallowing him whole. And just like that, all is forgiven. He doesn't remember Tom being this bold about sucking dick in boarding school, but to be fair, it has been forever since then.

His mind is hazy, and all he could think of is the tension in his core. At this point, he couldn't care less who makes him cum, so long as he does. And just as he gets on edge, in every sense of the word, her hand grips the base of his cock and follows the rhythm of Tom's mouth. Erratic. He only vaguely registers the moans muffled into a kiss as he explodes all over his abs.

"School must've been fun for you guys, huh?" Y/N smirks as she laps up his white hot release all the way to his chiseled chest, making her way next to him.

He really should've been very pissed at her. For raining on his parade. For mocking him and putting him in place in front of Tom. For being more of a bitch than usual, if that's even possible.

But she lays her head next to him and he can see the shimmery makeup on her face and the barely visible trace of lipgloss, and he just… kisses her. Brings his hand between her legs, slipping underneath her panties.

Soaked.

Harrison hums knowingly, "You're having fun, too, it seems," circling his middle finger around her clit.

"Oh, definitely." Her eyes close and breath hitches when his finger enters her-- nearly too calm, too gentle, given everything that's happened.

Well. Up until he hears the clink of a belt buckle dropping to the floor and the shift of weight in the bed as Tom jumps back in sans clothing.

He settles between Y/N's legs and nuzzles Harrison's hand, sucking his slick, salty fingers clean off of her arousal. "Fuck, you taste so good, too."

“I know,” she chuckles, low and lazy and cocky as fuck, not even hiding how attracted she is to this fucking guy.

“May I?” he gazes up at her, fingers hooked into the waistband of her lace panties.

“Fuck yeah.”

Harrison has never wanted to kiss the smug look on her face so bad. He tries to contain her moans as Tom licks up her folds and makes his way to her clit. Distracting her by undoing her bra and putting her pebbled nipple in his mouth, one after the other, never leaving one unattended with his finger pulling and pinching. But the more he tries, the more he finds himself… disappearing from the picture. Her nails scratch into his shorn hair as she gets further and further lost in her bliss.

“Tommy…” she sighs, her back arches as her orgasm draws near.

“Mm?” he barely responds. His eyes are still shut and his mouth buried in her pussy.

She cradles the back of his head, fingernails digging into her scalp. “Make me cum.”

That makes him look up, his nose glistening from her wetness. He flashes his signature boyish smile and dives right back to it.

There’s something about Tom that Y/N is wildly drawn into. He's cheeky and playful and affable in a way that Harrison… isn't. And as much as it pisses him off to see how much she's enjoying this, he understands perfectly why she does.

She grabs his hair, though, as if beckoning him over.

And like a fucking loser, he unlatches himself from her breast and meets her gaze. "Yes, darling?"

She kisses him through her high, messy and broken with moans, and for a second, he thinks maybe whatever they have between them means something. Somehow.

“Harrison…” she calls out his name, sweet and delirious like she's about to say something nice for once. “... I don’t think you’re my favorite anymore.”

She giggles mischievously, playfully, but Harrison just sees red. Even as she bites his lower lip to reel him back in, all he can focus is her hand on Tom’s face. How she hisses when he nips at her hip. How hard she came apart under him. And all his walls build back up.

“Yeah, well. You were never my favorite, so...” he untangles himself from her and sits up, “All’s fair in love and war, right?”

“Harrison--” she reaches out for him when she notices the air thickens between them, but he’s already left the bed.

Tom props himself up on his elbows and watches Harrison disappear into the bathroom. "Mate?"

Five seconds has never felt so long as Y/N faces the possibility that she might have pushed him too far. And when he does return, she fully expects him to curse her (and maybe Tom, but definitely her) out and storm off.

But he kneels behind Tom, seizing him from behind. His kisses are sharp and biting down his back. It's the kind that stings the swell of his ass when he gets there.

He grins back at Harrison. “You guys are so chaotic. Is this what you get up to when-- shit!”

Y/N watches his entire face drop in a blind surge of ecstasy. His jaw goes lax and lets out a lazy moan as Harrison works his tongue around his taut ring of muscles. Teasing. Taming. Taking his time to work the so-called golden boy open.

“I honestly came here to fuck Y/N, but…” Tom admits.

She responds with a light swat to his shoulder. “How presumptuous of you.”

“Did I presume correctly, though?”

“Well…” she rolls her eyes and bites back a smile, which is already an answer in and of itself.

“So go on then. Fuck her,” Harrison comes back up and goads him, and she’s not sure whether he means it as an encouragement for him or an insult against her. Or both.

“You sure you’re okay with that, mate?” Tom turns his head towards him, his tone light but his eyes narrow in concern.

He sticks the tip of his finger into Tom’s ass, just enough to make his arms give, so he can get a better look at the girl laying before them. “I told you, who she fucks is none of my business. Right, darling?”

“I know, but-- fuck me…” he groans, gripping her waist tighter for support.

“While you fuck her? You sure you can handle it?” Harrison simpers devilishly.

Tom tuts. “Don’t underestimate me, bro.”

Harrison finds Y/N’s gaze boring a hole into him, firm and unwavering, like she’s trying to read him. Or make a decision. Whatever he’s doing, he’s not doing it to win her anymore and she’s not sure what to make of it.

“Top drawer, right bedstand,” she tells Harrison, both as an instruction and a sign of consent.

He promptly sets off to the bedstand, convincing himself that he’s not doing this for her with every step. He tosses a condom Tom’s way, keeping one for himself, and the latter wastes no time unwrapping it and rolling it onto his curving cock.

“Hurry up, or Tom and I’ll get started without you…” Y/N teases in a sing-songy tune, but her eyes watch him like a hawk as she gauges his reaction.

He’s calm this time. “By all means, start without me,” he replies nonchalantly as he rummages through the drawer, still looking for that lube.

“Alright then. Let’s see if that cock’s as good as your mouth,” she pulls him in with her legs around his waist.

He leans in to kiss her as he lines himself up against her opening. “Looking forward to proving it to you, darling.”

Harrison finds the lube and turns to them just in time to see them moan in pleasure, and he tries not to break the bottle in his hand. He really shouldn’t be so wound up by Tom calling her darling. It’s an awfully common term of endearment, and he's not the only one who can use it on her. Tom probably didn't mean anything by it.

“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna fuck me eventually?” Tom smoothly calls him out.

For the first time since the three of them stumbled into bed, Harrison is glad that Tom is there and seems to genuinely want him. Y/N’s game has gotten so tangled up that he’s not even sure if she still wants him there. Not really. So he’s gonna make the most of it where he's wanted.

“I thought you would’ve learned a little patience since we last… experimented,” Harrison whispers in his ear, biting at his earlobe.

“Guess I haven’t.” Tom grinds his ass back into Harrison’s cock, finding a new rhythm that makes Y/N moan.

She lets out a breathy laugh. “You’re cute.”

“Why, thank you. I--” his words are cut off with the feel of cold gel on his sensitive spot. “I try to be--”

Harrison interrupts him with his cock this time, entering him in one swift thrust. He welcomes the haze that clouds his mind as Tom locks in on him, so tight and delicious around him. It allows him to forget this whole mess he's lying in.

Meanwhile, Y/N revels in how real everything feels. Tom's dick flexes inside her, pulsing and still all at once. He's thicker than Harrison-- his whole body is. His waist is slightly wider, and his hard chest presses a more solid weight on top of her. Even more so that there's Harrison and the whole weight of his ego piling up atop him…

"You alright?" Harrison checks in with Tom as the latter still lies flopped on Y/N's chest.

"Mm, very," he murmurs into her skin, kissing her lazily across her chest..

She must've seen how cock-drunk he is because the next thing she does is to cup his face and take a good look at him. "Hey… look at me. Are you good to keep going?"

"I am, I am. It's just been a while since I've last done this, Y/N. Chill out," he rambles on, kissing her for reassurance.

"I want you to not cum before I do," she instructs-- slowly, soothingly, as she scratches the back of his head. "Can you do that for me?"

Tom simply hums, so she clenches around his cock to snap him out of it. "Okay! Okay. I won't, baby, I promise."

She grins and finally kisses him back, then. "Good boy."

"You never asked me so nicely," Harrison notes as he starts to move at an unhurried pace. There's no jealousy or resentment in his words… that he intends to.

"You never play nice with me, so…" Y/N shrugs, thrusting up to meet Tom's frantic hips.

"Yeah, I'll show you nice." Harrison laughs, almost coldly so, and starts fucking Tom deeper. Harder.

It makes her head spin. Tom's completely enshrouding her with his biceps and sloppy kisses all over her neck. But she can't help but feel like Harrison's the one fucking her. His mouth is on Tom's shoulder, sucking a hickey like there's no tomorrow, but he keeps his eyes on her. Keeping his pace deliberate, so she feels every impact of his thrust.

His hand finds Tom's neck, and he feels him picking up the pace from underneath him. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good…"

"Harder," Tom manages through a strained voice.

"Where?"

He squeezes Harrison's fingers on the sides of his neck, and he's fully aware how acutely she feels it. The sheer sight of Tom blissed out and desperate before her is getting her so close, and he knows it.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmurs it into Tom's ear, but he's really saying it to her.

The two of them barely hears Tom's needy pleas of 'fuck I'm so close, fucking hell' when they come. Everything's so tight, so intimate, but at the same time, never really close enough. She's feeling his thrusts without even having him inside her. He brings her closer, but it's Tom's hand rubbing down her clit. And God, she falls apart harder than she ever had, but she also comes wishing he was closer.

They sort of stumble back into bed absent-minded, each in their own post-orgasm haze. Each of them wondering what the next move should be, now that this is over.

Tom's phone rings in his trousers pocket-- startling and saving them from another second of this awkward silence. He climbs out of bed, and fishes it out, ass hanging in the air.

"Hello?" He pauses, pulling his pants back on. "Yeah? Alright, cool. I'll be right down. No, I'm just… looking around. Think I got a bit lost," he winks back at them.

Y/N sees Harrison smile, shaking his head at his best friend, and it makes the air a bit lighter in the room.

"Harry and Jacob just arrived, so. I'm gonna head back downstairs and… give you guys a little privacy-- I think you really needed it. But, uh," Tom grins, all bright and cheery, "That was a lot of fun, guys. See ya!"

The door closes and the lighthearted air disappears with him. Right now there's just Y/N and Harrison sitting on opposite ends of the bed, still trying to process what just happened.

Harrison finally opens up, "I--"

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," she says at the exact same time, wasting no time to rush off to the ensuite.

When she comes back, Harrison's already buttoning up his bodysuit back on, and she's almost disappointed that she can't admire this look on him a little longer.

"You're leaving," she says, more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah, um." He looks like he's about to say something, but just… studies her face from across the room.

"What?"

"Did you mean that?" He plays it off by glancing down on his shirt buttons. "When you said I wasn't your favorite anymore?"

And there it is. So he was pressed about that, she notes in her mind. In all honesty, she meant it as a joke. But they also don't open up and be vulnerable with each other. So she settles for the next best thing.

"I don't pick favorites," she ultimately answers. "But if I did…"

Harrison looks up, reluctantly resigned with how much he still wants it to be him.

But her words just hang in the air, and eventually she shakes her head. This is simply not the relationship they have. "Nah. Nevermind."

But he gets it. He smiles, for the first time in a while, a genuine smile at her. "Right." It's not quite the answer he's hoping for, and not quite the reaction he wants to give, but it's something.

"Besides," she pipes up, the cheekiness coming back to her pretty features, "I think if I were to decide, I would need to fuck you first."

"Didn't we just--"

"No…" she steps closer, and Harrison has never felt more naked in his life, even though she's the one wearing nothing. "Tom fucked me and you fucked Tom. I think it's hardly fair, isn't it?"

She wraps her arms around his waist and he welcomes it with open arms. "Good point. We'd better go ahead and make it fair, then, darling."

She kisses his jawline, already unbuttoning his shirt again. "Gladly."

***

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[ayamturd]

enough│dream team

summary: y/n is overwhelmed and hits a breaking point. luckily, her boys are always there for her.

warnings: angst to fluff, light cursing

pairing: real-life platonic!dream team

a/n: was trying to write comfort drabble but got carried away, oops— pls feel free to comment or give feedback!

wc: (1.4k) - m.list

Falling face-first onto the safe haven of your couch, you felt as if you could cry from exhaustion. 

Today was long, longer than usual. From pulling an all nighter to barely finish the analysis essay you put off to the very last minute, struggling to understand the notes in most (if not all) of your online classes, to the torturous hours at work dealing with difficult coworkers and harsh customers, to say you were emotionally, physically, and mentally drained was an understatement. 

Despite the numerous assignments you knew were waiting to be completed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The stress of simply worrying about them was already enough to drown your thoughts as you smothered your face into the pillow cushions. Before the raging thoughts could continue to ring though, the discord notification quietly broke the empty space, the phone being previously thrown somewhere on the floor. 

The bright screen blinded you as you brought the phone towards your face and answered the call with blurred eyes. “Hello?”

“Aye, nice to know you’re not dead!” What?

“Sap, what the hell do you want?” The lack of sleep was present in your quip tone. You probably would have apologized upon realizing if you could think straight. 

“Geeez, no need to get all upset. Was just wondering if you were still planning on joining the stream.” 

“Stream? What stream?” As if answering your own question, you pulled the phone away to check the date and sat up in slight panic. Fuck. “Shit! I didn’t realize that was today, I thought it was still Thursday!” 

Sapnap laughed, but it didn’t help calm your nerves at all. “Honestly, you’re fine. We were just wondering what happened since you weren’t answering any of our messages.” You scrolled through the boys’ messages from the past hour asking where you were. 

“Ahh, but still, I’m so sorry. I just got home but let me set up and I’ll be there in the next five minutes or so.” 

“You sure? It’s fine if you don’t wanna, s’just a chill stream while we speed run and shit.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I promised and haven’t hung out with you guys in a while anyway.” Rising slowly from the couch, you stretched with a groan and headed to your bedroom to quickly change into something comfortable. 

“Alright, nice. I’ll tell the guys, see you then.” You hummed a bye and closed your phone. Slipping out of your dirty uniform and putting on something loose, you collapsed into your office chair and turned on your monitors. You weren’t in the greatest mood if you were being honest with yourself, but you would feel bad if you fell through with plans and didn’t want to disappoint anyone. You tried to force down any negative thoughts before entering the call.

“—eorge! What?!” Clay’s signature yell practically made your ears bleed when adjusting the headphones on your head. You were quick to turn down the volume. 

“What are you idiots up to now?” you asked, letting the boys know of your presence.

“Y/n! glad you finally decided to join us!” George remarked. You could hear the stupid grin on his face while loading up the game, and scowled at your screen as if he could see it. “Shut it, Gogy. I was busy and it slipped my mind.”

“Mhmmm, suuure. You totally weren’t ignoring us for the past hour or so.” The cheeky little bitch.

“Hey, just cause the girls you hit up don’t respond doesn’t mean every girl in the world is ignoring you!” 

You could hear Clay wheeze as George and you began your usual bickering. Wanting to entertain their streams, you tried to interact and talk with each of the boys as much as possible, but you felt the high of speaking with friends significantly drop as the night continued on. 

The events of the day and the sensitive thought of meeting expectations and your inability to do so were starting to creep onto you. Even your game play was off as you died the fifth time in a row within the first 3 minutes again; the growing frustration made you tear up and get more angry at yourself. Who sucks at a block game and starts crying about it?

You didn’t realize you had gone silent until Clay called your name. “Yeah, Dream?”

“I ended the stream a few minutes after George and Sap, no need.” Oh. You must’ve spaced out and not noticed. When did George and Sapnap end stream? 

Letting out a sigh, you responded, “my bad Clay, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

George began speaking. “You okay tonight, y/n? It’s been awhile since we last actually talked and you got pretty quiet at the end there. I thought you were afk at first but could hear your keyboard.”

“I’m good, just tired.” You struggled to make a smile, barely convincing yourself as is.

“I don’t know, even when you’re tired, you’re not dead silent and completely zone out.”

“Yeah, what’s up with you today? I know you said you were at work but it’s not like you to forget things completely.”

“Plus you weren’t really fighting back that last argument. I know I’m amazing at Minecraft but I didn’t expect you to—“ You let out a stuttered breath and choked back a sob at their words, the heavy weight of the day finally crashing on you. 

You could hear George try to apologize for something he could have done to upset you and swallowed your silent hiccups to respond. “Don’t, George. Please. Trust me when I say you didn’t do anything wrong.”

The call went silent before Clay spoke up. “Then what is wrong, y/n? You can’t tell us something isn’t bothering you, we just want to help.” Now that opened the floodgates. Your breathing became irregular as more tears came into view. If the boys were talking, you couldn’t hear anything they were saying. You felt awful for forcing them to listen to you cry your emotions out, but Sapnap was quick to softly console you when you pathetically began to repeat broken sorry’s.

Eventually your sobs became sniffs as you calmed yourself while listening to George tell you to breathe in and out. The call became relatively silent once more.

“I’m so sorr—”

“Y/n,” Clay firmly stated, “never say sorry for something that isn’t your fault. You’re okay, okay?” You sniffed and nodded to his words, replying with a soft okay.  

“What’s wrong, y/n?” George was more gentle then before, him trying his best to comfort you in comparison to his joking manner. 

“I— I’m just so tired. Tired of school, t—tired of work, tired of trying to keep up with everything. I feel like I can’t breathe and it hurts. A—and I can’t help but hate myself for not being able to keep up with my own responsibilities and shit. I just, why am I not good enough?” The pause of silence was deafening and you looked desperately at the boys’ icons for an answer before screwing your eyes shut. 

Clay was first to respond. “Y/n, I know that right now everything feels hard and stacked up against you, but please trust me when I say it gets better. I know you said it’s been hard to breathe but you have to let yourself. You shouldn’t hate yourself for not being able to keep up, it’s just a sign you need to step away and give yourself a break. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here, George is here, S—“

“I’m here,” Sapnap interrupted. Clay let out a murmured groan while George scolded him for talking. “Oh, uh, sorry…” You giggled slightly.

“What I’m sure Clay was trying to say before is, you have us to back you up, alright? Struggling to take on your own responsibilities isn’t something to feel alone in, everyone needs support and we’ll always be yours. You are good enough. You’re too good for your own good that you won’t let yourself see it.” They collectively chuckled at George’s words. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You slowly nodded while still grasping everything they said, a warmth replacing the shuddered breaths as you exhaled. “I do, yeah.” You couldn’t help but feel touched by their attentiveness and genuinely smiled. “Thank you guys, for listening and calming me down. It means a lot.”

“Course, y/n.” Sapnap reassured. “We love you and all that shit.”

“I love you guys and all that shit too.”

[kelieah]

lover boy (arvin russell x reader)

summary: a group of boys kept picking on you and arvin’s relationship, and you knew just what to do to shut them up

word count: 1.2k

warnings: sexual themes, foreplay, language, no spoilers and doesn’t follow the plot!

edited: tbh idk what the fuck this is but enjoy ig lol

a/n: i can’t get enough of arvin basjhdbsd, so for some reason i can write a one-shot but not finish a chapter </3

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It became a daily routine for Arvin to pick you up from high school. You loved the adrenaline rush of sprinting out of class first thing when the bell rings, making your ways down the halls and out the door. Seeing his pretty face waiting in that damn car of his erupted butterflies in your stomach every single time.

He glances over at you with a small smirk on his lips, pushing the door open and taking another puff of his cigarette.

“Hi there, pretty boy,” you breathe out and rush into his car, sitting down. You close the door and lean towards him, connecting your lips with his.

He smiles against your lips and cups your cheek, kissing you back. “Hey there, doll. Y’ hungry?” 

“For you? Always,” you place your bag down, sending a wink his way.

He rolls his eyes, disregarding the way his heart jumped out of his chest at your tease. “Y’ know what I mean, babe. Wanna head to the diner?” he asks as he hands you his cigarette. You nod and take a puff, flicking off some ash out of the window.

“Yea yea, of course,” you smile and lean back, furrowing your brows as you realize he had another black eye. You sit up and place a hand on his jaw before he drove off.

“What?” he glances at you, licking his lips.

 “Darlin’, what’s this,” you mutter and gently brush your fingers against his bruise.

“It’s nothin’, don’t worry,” he shakes his head and starts the car again.

“Arvin,” you hold his chin and make him look at you, a stubborn expression upon your face. 

He sighs heavily and grumbles out his words, “Just the same damn low lifes picking on me because they saw me come to y’ house with some flowers.”

Arvin was always known as the outcast who could never get it and you were always known as the church girl who’s life was dedicated to God. Both were wrong. Arvin was never the same after he met you, he would’ve never thought that you’d be the one to take his virginity. He wasn’t complaining but from then on, he’d never judge a person by their looks. Turns out, you hated your religion just as much as he did. You were no typical church girl, that’s for sure.

“Jesus fuck, can’t you do anything without getting picked on? I’ll fucking show them-” you pull away from his face, about to exit the car.

You instantly melt as he places his hand on your thigh, sitting you back down. “Sweet heart, y’ know damn well you can’t take on three boys like ‘em.”

“I-I know, but damnit Arvin. It’s like you can’t even breathe without them wanting to beat your ass,” you huff and glance over at him.

He admires your passion and stubbornness, it’s two of the many things he loved about you. “Remember?”

“Wait for the right time,” you mutter in memory of every single time Arvin had told you that saying he learned from his own daddy.

“They’ll get what’s comin’ for them one day. If anything, they’re probably just jealous that they don’t have what I got,” he teases and squeezes your thigh.

“O-Oh shush you,” you blush and bite your lip, looking away.

“Let’s head on to the diner now, yeah?” he asks, driving out of your school parking lot.

“Sounds good to me,” you smile at the feeling of him caressing your leg.

Not too long after, the two of you arrive at the diner and pull towards the front to park.

You and Arvin immediately tense at the sight of the three boys exiting the diner, their obnoxious laughing and yelling filling your ears.

“Look who pulled up, damn! Is that lover boy and his little prude bitch!?” one of them insult, pointing at the two of you.

“Shit, I thought them boys are usually at the drive-in. Why the hell are they here?” he mutters, about to put his car in reverse to leave.

You send them a piercing glare as they continue to stand in front of his car, harrassing you both. “I don’t-” you mutter and instantly jump when a piece of cream pie was thrown at your window.

“Here’s the only kind of cream pie you’ll be getting, fucking loser,” another one of the boys spit, wiping their hand on the back of their jeans. Arvin clenches his jaw and grips on his wheel harshly.

“Let’s get out of here,” he scoffs about to back up until he heard your seatbelt click. “Doll, don’t you dare go out there-” he quickly looks over at you, his eyebrows knit with concern. 

You roll up your skirt a bit and sit on his lap, “Can I do this?” you murmur against his lips and wrap your arms around his neck.

“S-Shit I mean, y-yeah but they’re right there- mmph-” he blushes as you bring yourself closer to him and smash his lips against yours.

“I don’t give a fuck, I’ll show them ‘em much of a lover boy you can be,” you say in between kisses and smirk against his lips as you feel him grown beneath you.

“Holy shit!” you hear one them gasp as they notice you and Arvin’s heated make out.

“G-Goddamn, Y-Y/n,” he grunts as you roll your hips against him, your heat brushing onto his.

“Yeah?” you breath out and thread your fingers through his hair, reconnecting your lips with his.

“Mhm, f-fucking hell,” he groans into your mouth when you palm him through his jeans.

You quickly roll down his window and grind yourself down onto him, making him let out a loud moan.

The three boys instantly shut up and begin to back away, “L-Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Y-Yeah,” one them agrees and they all walk off to their car, driving away.

You grin mischievously in triumph and slip your tongue into Arvin’s mouth, continuing to move against him.

“Baby d-doll, they’re gone,” he chokes and places his hands on your hips, holding you down for a moment.

“I know,” you exhale and lean your forehead against his. You give him a look and he easily catches your drift.

“You wanna go to our spot?” he breathlessly chuckles, his breath fanning your lips.

“Please,” you pout and peck his lips, climbing off his lap.

As soon as you both drive into a forest that you both called your “spot” near his house, you were back on his lap. Needy kisses and touches being exchanged here and there.

“Watching, seeing and feeling you take over l-like that darlin’, fuck. The things you do to me,” he mutters lowly.

“I had to shut them up somehow,” you giggle and leave gentle kisses down his neck.

“You, my love. Surprise me everyday,” he cups your face and presses a kiss against your forehead.

“I know.”

“Can’t believe you got me harder than a rock and didn’t finish me off though,” he pouts, causing you to throw back your head and laugh loudly. 

“Why do you think I asked you to drive here?”

“To talk- oh.”

“Yeah.”

“W-Well shit, you should’ve told me e-earlier,” he scrambles beneath you and slides off his shirt.

“Oh, lover boy,” you roll your eyes and bite your lip, bringing your lips towards his once again.

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