#like an inside joke that only the two of them can nervously laugh about together once all this family drama settles

[enamamesan]

If the gang survives (HA!) even after all this, please let the “___ Spinal Cord Sword!” be an actual thing between the two of them

[eiightysixbaby]

hi there! i'm OBSESSED with your eddie works and I had a lil request for u!

(if this is out of your comfort zone, I totally get btw, i'm just actually hormonal rn)

thinking about reader and eddie while she's ovulating and absolutely, positively feral... maybe they've only been together for a little while and they've fucked before, but he's never really seen that side of her... idk i'm just thinking a lot of thoughts rn

thanks! 💞

hi angel! thank you so much!!! 🥹🫶🏻 i hope i did your request justice ��

18+ only plssss. fem!reader, unprotected piv

The clock ticks obnoxiously where it hangs on the wall, marking each passing second that won’t pass fast enough.

It’s not unusual for a shift at the library to go slowly, but today time feels like it’s trudging through thick molasses; barely crawling by. Or maybe it’s just going backwards at this point, who knows.

You chew at the cap of your pen, reading the same sentence of the novel in front of you over and over yet not fully comprehending it. Trying to ignore the desperate ache between your thighs, the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach. It had been a relentless desire for the last couple of hours, a hunger that couldn’t be sated just yet.

But the promise of seeing your boyfriend after work had you chewing-through-your-leash desperate for your shift to end. You know Eddie had a nice dinner planned for the two of you tonight, but all you can think about is how badly you need his hands on you. It makes you feel bad, but you can’t rid yourself of thoughts of his lips on your neck, his fingers splitting you open, your hips grinding against him. This always happens when you’re ovulating, only this time… you’re not hiding it.

The last couple of times, you’d made do with your vibrator at home; embarrassed to let Eddie see this side of you. Your relationship was still quite new, and you weren’t sure if ripping his clothes off any chance you got would scare him away or not. This time, though? You can’t hold back any longer.

The end of your shift arrives at long last, and you practically fling yourself from your receptionist chair. You gather your belongings with haste, throwing everything into your shoulder bag before hightailing it out the door. Your keys jangle as you fumble with them, searching for the correct one to unlock your car. Eddie will be expecting you, although maybe not expecting you in the state that you’re in.

It doesn’t take long to get to the trailer park, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to provide even the smallest amount of friction as you drive along familiar roads. Your car is barely in park before you’re killing the engine, ascending the few steps to his trailer door and swinging it open without a knock to alert anyone inside. Wayne isn’t home anyway, so really what do you need to knock for?

Eddie’s frame appears in his bedroom doorway down the small hallway, his face brightening at the sight of you. You feel like you’re sweating just looking at him, your clothes suddenly too tight as the space between your thighs vibrates with need.

“Hey, baby. I didn’t expect you so soon, did you fly over here?” Eddie asks, a lighthearted joke, but he’s not far from the truth.

You don’t even answer him, slipping off your shoes before you’re trodding down the hallway, throwing your arms around his neck when you reach him.

“Baby, what’s—” he starts to speak, only for you to cut him off with a hot kiss to his lips. His voice dies against your mouth, fizzling into a soft whimper as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Missed you so bad,” you murmur. Your nervousness over how he’d react is tossed out the window, unwilling to wait any longer. “And I’ve been wanting you all fucking day,” you ramble, kissing him between words. “I need you,” you plead, letting a hand fumble with his belt buckle.

He makes a sound that’s halfway between a gasp and a laugh, kissing you before speaking. “Do you not want to go to dinner?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“I do,” you admit with a pout. “But I need you right now.” Your hands are on a mission, palming him urgently through denim as if he might disappear any second, never to be touchable again.

The corner of his mouth twitches up in a soft smirk, his thumbs rubbing over your hipbones where his hands hold them.

“I’ve never seen you this needy, sweetheart,” he teases you, brushing his lips across the shell of your ear before he bites at the lobe. “But I like it.”

You whine at this, the slightest touch, and he breathes a quiet laugh.

“Please, Eddie, don’t tease,” you beg as he noses your chin up, kissing at your neck.

He doesn’t listen, taking his time trailing kisses down your soft skin and letting his hands wander but never close enough to where you need him. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of your panties. His big hands squeeze your ass, taking greedy handfuls. You let out a moan, louder than you’d intended, earning the nip of his teeth against your skin. Taunting.

You’re riled up, frustrated beyond belief, huffing where you stand before you decide you’ve had enough.

You press your hands to his chest, pushing him off of you. He’s surprised by the action, giving you the opportunity to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him over to his bed and letting him fall onto the mattress. He sits on the edge of it, looking up at you equal parts dumbfounded and turned on. Your hands hurriedly undo the hefty buckle on his belt, unzipping his jeans as you start to straddle his lap. His cock is throbbing, leaking as it lays in waiting in your hand once you retrieve it from its confines.

“Told you not to tease,” you say. His big brown eyes roam over your face, his pretty lips parted just slightly in a state of awe. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he obeys, but it’s less him doing the work and more you taking control.

You ruck your skirt up, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side and lining yourself up with his cock, sliding slowly down onto the length of him. Your name escapes his lips as his leaves yours, already starting to rock your hips against his.

He holds you firmly in place on his lap, guiding your movements to the best of his ability. The stretch he provides you with is delicious, exactly what you’d been craving, the entirety of him filling you up perfectly.

“You’re so fucking soaked, baby,” he remarks, bringing one hand up to briefly run through his messy curls, his cheeks already flushed pink. “Feel bad you had to wait so long for me while you’ve been this worked up.”

He’s teasing you, kind of. Pitying you in a way that only makes you ache further. You bounce faster on him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He’s cursing under his breath as you’re fucking yourself on his length, riding him with a fervor and determination he hasn’t seen from you yet. He finds it hotter than he’d have ever expected, seeing you in such a state, and it’s taking everything he has not to finish early.

Lucky for him you aren’t far behind, desperate to cum after waiting all day. He lets one of his thumbs lazily circle your clit, sensing your desire to let go in the way your brows furrow in concentration.

Strings of moans tumble from your mouth, curse after curse of his name as you quicken your pace. Your head tips back, pure ecstasy coursing through you as you take what you want from him unashamedly. The rough pad of his finger on your clit makes you feel like you’re on fire, ablaze beneath his touch. His hips buck to meet your bounces, the tip of his cock pressing over and over against your sweet spot.

“Eddie—” you gasp, just as you fall apart on top of him. Your walls grip him like a vice, making him bite down on his lip.

He works you through your high, pulling out when he can’t possibly hold off his orgasm any longer. He pumps his cock in his fist a few times before he spills against your skin, cum dripping down your pussy.

Both panting, sweaty messes, you meet each other’s eyes and laugh.

“Feel better now, sweets?” he asks, lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.

You break away momentarily, cradling his face in your hands. “You have no idea.”

He smiles. “Well, for what it’s worth, you have permission to use me whenever you need me.”

“Thank god,” you sigh, smiling against his cheek. “Cause I don’t think I’m done for the night.”

[actiniumwrites]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

synopsis: how they react when they find out you’ve never had a date on valentine’s day

based on the prompt: “you’ve never had a valentine’s date?”

characters: diluc, kaeya, mona, zhongli, xiao, kujou sara, kazuha, itto, tighnari, cyno, and childe x gn! reader (separately)

warnings: fluff, a bit of angst in some of them, these are meant to be pre-relationship but you can interpret them how you want

notes: releasing this a day early because i know i’ll forget about it tomorrow lmao. also i was gonna do more for this than just a bullet scenario, but then i realized there was only like a week left until valentine’s when i wrote this so i couldn’t do anything big 😭 but i did really like this prompt so enjoy!

diluc:

his facial expression contorts into one of confusion as he wipes the inside of the glass in his hand

you’re sitting in front of him, legs crossed one over the other as they dangle over the barstool you’re on. your head rests in your hand innocently, as if what you had just said hadn’t affected you at all

you’ve never had a valentine’s date?

no. diluc just can’t accept it, at least, that’s what he decides as he puts the glass down and starts to remove his apron

before you know it, his hands are gripping yours, pulling you out the door and into the now sunset painted city you called your home

valentine’s wasn’t over yet, and diluc was sure as hell going to make sure you got that date

kaeya:

he laughs, his smile wide and his eyes teasing as he blinks through his tears

but then he sees the way you grimace and your eyes look anywhere but at him. he sees a sense nervousness and embarrassment wash over every inch of your face

he feels awful

kaeya hadn’t meant anything bad by his laughter. truthfully, he thought you were joking with him because, how could someone so utterly beautiful in every which way, someone so full of life, someone so perfect never have been asked on a date on valentines?

you were all he had ever wanted and more, and yet you weren’t even his

apologies come flying out of his mouth for a solid two minutes before you assure him it’s okay and, as expected, that stupid smirk appears on his face again

his hand is latching onto yours as he leans in close, asking you to join him on a date so he could make it up to you

and although he seems rather nonchalant on the outside, his heart is beating rapidly on the inside, begging you to accept so he could finally make you his

mona:

her mouth falls open at the sound of your response to the question

then it shuts…and then it opens again

meanwhile, you have to keep yourself from laughing too hard because of the way she currently resembles a fish

she huffs as she ignores your muffled laughter and tosses the pen she had been writing with to the side and gathers her papers on her desk

you’re still laughing, but her face is as serious and determined as ever

and before you know it, you were getting dragged out of her room and into yours. and your best friend tells you to get ready, as glammed up or as comfortable as you want

she was going to take you out on the best damn date of your life and maybe, just maybe, finally confess her feelings to you

zhongli:

his eyes widen in shock and he immediately sets his tea down to clasp his hands together

he’s silent, thinking carefully about what to say to your response to his question. honestly, he looks like someone had just murdered his grandma

deep down, he wants to ask why

but he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or make you feel bad never having a date on valentine’s

his hand aches to reach for yours and hold it tight in his. secure it with all his adoration and love for you, make you realize he’d do anything to take you on a date — valentines or otherwise

slowly, his eyes reach back up to meet yours and he stands, unclasping his hands and extending one out for you to hold

“if you do not mind, i would like to have the pleasure of being your first valentine’s date. and, perhaps if you enjoy it, you would consider allowing me to take you out again.”

xiao:

he scoffs — why were you even telling him this anyway? he didn’t even like valentine’s day so what does this have to do with him?

yet, he doesn’t miss the way his heart seems to skip a beat before pounding furiously against his chest

was he angry? upset? emotional? sad? he wasn’t sure but, whatever it was, it was not a good feeling

he masks whatever emotion it was and displays the most neutral expression he could come up with

because, no, xiao is not jealous and most definitely does not care

yet, as much as the adeptus claimed to hate valentine’s day, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit interested if it means he gets to spend the day with you

his eyes avoid yours and a small blush crosses his face as he offers a proposition:

“if you would like…maybe you could spend the day with me?”

kujou sara:

her arms cross as she leans sideways against the wall, staring directly at you as she scoffs

“who wouldn’t want to take you out on a date?”

shit

the general definitely did not mean to say that out loud

suddenly, she’s standing upright and stuttering left and right as you stand in front of her in shock

her hands are waving in front of her face sporadically as she desperately tries to explain herself

but then your silence turns into laughter and it feels like the world around her completely stops as you reassure her that it’s okay and that you’re actually quite flattered

embarrassed as she is, sara sighs and stares at anywhere but you, “i know it’s your favorite, so meet me at uyuu restaurant at 7 tonight. please don’t make me regret this.”

kazuha:

he offers a gentle smile and covers your hand in his own

“that’s okay, neither have i.”

you’re quick to ask him why, but he’s quick enough to ask you the same

you’re dumbfounded, but argue that you asked him first. and he explains, saying that he’s always preferred the wind and spending his time in nature rather than out on silly dates

and your eyes loose their shine a little, not only upset because you have to talk about the fact that no one had ever asked you on a valentine’s day before, but also because it meant you likely wouldn’t have the chance to ever go out with him

and he notices, because that’s just how kazuha is

“just because i said i don’t prefer to go on dates, doesn’t mean i don’t enjoy them. in fact, i would greatly appreciate it if you would join me at chinju forest later today. perhaps we could have a picnic and enjoy the scenery together?”

itto:

he gasps loudly, almost as if he’s in a horror movie and the killer just found him

it scares you at first, thinking that his sudden expression was not in reaction to your response, but then you realize itto was in fact reacting to you

it’s just his dramatic nature

his hand is over his heart and his eyes are shut, acting as if he’s in pain

“oh no! no, no, no! this just won’t do!”

and you laugh whole heartedly at him. a smile irresistibly tugs at your lips and your eyes are all wrinkled

and when you recover, itto’s looking at you with the brightest, most fondest look you think you’ve ever seen in your life

and it hits you: he was trying to make you laugh so that you wouldn’t feel bad

and then he’s all serious, but you can tell he’s really just nervous, “uh, hey listen, i can take you out…but only if you want! not that you have to or anything — no, no that would be uh…yeah!”

tighnari:

“valentine’s day is a rather trivial holiday. there’s no need to be so upset about never having had a date.”

your eyes fall to your hands as he says those words. not that he sees of course, seeing as he’s turned around at his desk, writing away at some papers

“yeah, no! i get it, you’re right,” you say. but your words don’t match your tone, and you hate how quick tighnari is to pick up on it

he sighs and turns around, still fiddling with the pen in his hand, but you don’t meet his eyes

you knew he didn’t mean it in a bad way, that’s just who he is, but you couldn’t help the hurt you felt when he spoke

and then he sighs again. although, this time a small, but genuine, smile graces his expression, “if a date is what will make you happy, then i would happily take some time off from work.”

cyno:

he’s hesitant to respond

not because he finds it appalling that you’ve never had a date on valentine’s day, but because he’s simply not well versed in relationships or emotional comfort in general

his eyes stay focused on the ground and his fingers tighten against the barrel of his polearm

he’s so quiet that you’re not even sure he heard your response

and he continues to think for a few more moments before huffing and just saying everything outright

overthinking wasn’t the mahamatra’s style

so he asks you out to dinner that night. not out of pity either, just simply because that’s what cyno wanted

sure he wasn’t a fan of the holiday, but his feelings for you are certainly enough to make him want to celebrate it

childe:

his hand is intertwined with yours as you walk together down the streets of liyue

“wait so, you’ve never had a valentine’s date before? as in, this is literally your first one ever?”

you don’t respond. instead, you stare at the buildings around you and all the other couples adorning the different restaurants and gift shops

childe isn’t stupid. he sees the way you get uncomfortable and instantly regrets making the comment

he speaks softly, “i’m honored, you know? besides, you couldn’t get a better first date than me.”

you’re slapping his arm in a matter of seconds, trying to hold back your laugh, but acting angry nonetheless

but then you’re laughing together and you realize, yeah, it really couldn’t get any better than him

[accioscarheadthings]

ok I’m going to need a part 2 of that Kenma X kuroo X reader 😍😍😍 so good

↳ 𝗟𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗜𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗰𝘆 𝗽𝘁. 𝟮 - 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 𝗞𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼 𝗧𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗼

summary: where kenma and kuroo give you your first orgasm(s).

pairings: college!kenma kozume x athelete! fem! reader x college!kuroo tetsuro (aged up to 21)

warning: smut, minors dni, fingering, oral (f. rec), threesome, future poly relationship, marking, biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, spitting kink, mirror sex, slight choking, handjob, cunnilingus/cumeating, sub/dom dynamics, breast play.

author's note: this is the much-awaited part two that you guys wanted sm. make sure to read part one before you proceed. (not proofread!!)

main masterlist ! pt.1 here!

coming to a decision, the three of you stepped inside kuroo and kenma’s shared apartment, and a mix of nervousness and anticipation coursed through your veins. they led you towards the bedroom, the air crackling with a sense of intimacy.

your eyes fell on a mirror across the room, its angle positioned perfectly to give you a clear view of the bed.

curiosity piqued, and you couldn't help but question it. when you did, kuroo only gave you a wink, saying, "you'll see soon enough,"

once the three of you were together, kenma stepped closer to you. he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and kissed you deeply. 

this time, you took charge and slotted your lips over his, cradling the side of his face, causing him to moan into your mouth.

kuroo stood behind you, his hands coming up to brush your hair to one side, revealing the sensitive nape of your neck. you felt the warmth of his breath as he leaned in closer, and the feather-light touch of his lips as he planted a series of kisses along the back of your neck.

the sensation caused you to gasp pleasantly, your body involuntarily arching back against his.

you pulled back to catch your breath, “that kiss today,” you spoke, “and this now. Um, what does that make us?” you were cautious of every word you let slip.

kuroo and kenma exchanged a quick glance. the atmosphere in the room suddenly felt more awkward, and there was a sense of uncertainty in the air.

kuroo, ran a hand through his hair, his expression shifting from lustful to thoughtful. "that's a fair question,"

kenma nodded in agreement, his hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt, "yeah, we should clear the air,"

they both fell silent for a moment, as if contemplating what to say next, before kuroo spoke up again, "but first, can we...can we do something?"

you looked at them curiously, wondering what they wanted to do, "sure, what is it?"

kuroo and kenma exchanged another glance, communicating silently in a way that you couldn't quite decipher. after a moment, kuroo stepped forward, his eyes fixed on yours, "can we... can we sit down for a minute? we want to talk to you about something important,"

you nodded hesitantly, your nerves beginning to act up,"of course," you said, gesturing towards the bed. "we can sit down,"

kuroo and kenma made their way to the bed and sat down, leaving a small space for you between them. they both had serious expressions on their faces, hinting at the importance of the conversation that was about to take place.

kuroo took a breath before speaking, his eyes never leaving yours, "we want to be upfront with you about something. we both like you. a lot. we have, for a long while,"

you looked between the two in disbelief at their blank admission. two men who were interested in you? like shit. 

their confession had startled you, but at the same time, it made you feel a warm sense of belonging, “you not joking, are you?”

kuroo chuckled at your words, his arms still wrapped around you in a protective embrace. "why are you so surprised that we like you?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

“how could i not be?”

kuroo laughed softly, his hand gently caressing your arm, "fair point," he conceded.

kenma smiled beside him, his expression turning more earnest, "we get it, it’s a lot to take in. but we really like you, and we can’t pretend like we don’t anymore,”

"i... i don't know how the whole relationship thing works, let alone with two boyfriends," you admitted, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"hey, it's okay," kuroo said, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your shoulder, "it's new territory for all of us, after all,"

kenma nodded in agreement, his expression warm and understanding, "yeah, we're all figuring this out together," he said, leaning forward a bit, "we'll take it slow and make it work,"

"yeah, i'd like that," you nodded meekly, “and,” you added, “i like you boys too. a lot,” a bashful smile tugged at your mouth.

kuroo's face lit up with a wide grin, and kenma's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and elation.

kuroo let out a laugh of relief and joy, "you like us too, eh?" he teased lightly.

kenma, feeling a wave of excitement and affection, took your hand in his, "yeah, we were kind of hoping that was the case,"

kuroo nuzzled your neck affectionately, his voice low and seductive, "trust me, we're going to give you so much attention and affection, you won't know what to do with yourselves,"

he pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you and holding you snugly against him. his lips left a track of kisses along your skin.

his hands wandered under your shirt, exploring your body gently, "what do you want to do next? do you need a break, or are you ready to go further?"

they both watched you intently, awaiting your response. kuroo's eyes were fixed on you, studying your expression and body language for any signs of hesitation.

kenma's eyes, filled with a mix of affection and desire, also remained focused on you, eager to hear your answer.

"i want you both," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

kuroo's eyes lit up at your words, and he grinned widely, "you have no idea how badly we've been wanting to hear that," 

kenma's expression mirrored kuroo's excitement, "yeah, we're more than ready," he says, his voice laced with anticipation.

"but, uh, i don't know what i'm supposed to do," you confessed, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

kuroo chuckled softly, his hands finding their way to your cheeks, cupping your face gently, "don't worry, baby," he said, his voice reassuring, "all you have to do is sit back and keep looking pretty for us. we’ll take care of you,”

he ran his hands up and down the length of our thighs, “we just need to establish a few things,” he leaned back, creating enough space between you for him to hold your gaze. his eyes met yours, and he spoke with a serious tone, "we both want to make sure you're comfortable with what we're about to do. and we need to establish a safe word."

kenma entwined his fingers with yours, "we want you to feel safe and in control. we won't do anything you're not okay with. so pick a word, any word, and we'll stop whenever you say it,"

“uh, red?” you offered contemplating.

"red it is, then."

kuroo grinned, a hint of authority in his tone,  "we may get a little carried away. we might get a bit rough,” his hands squeezed you hips under your shirt and you stifled your gasp, “and there's a possibility we might degrade you a little,"

fuck yes

his eyes lock onto yours, searching for any sign of hesitance, "but remember, if it gets to be too much, just say that safe word, and we'll back off immediately. understood?"

you shivered at their words, a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through your body. the thought of them pushing your boundaries, of getting a bit rough and degrading, sends tingles down your spine.

“yes,” you nodded in understanding.

kuroo leaned in and closer the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss. his tongue darts out, seeking entry into your mouth hungrily, devouring your mouth with an intensity that took your breath away.

kenma moved closer to you, pressing his body against yours, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. his teeth grazed along the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses and nipped as he slowly made his way towards your ear. he fumbled with his jersey and removed it, dropping it over his shoulder.

pulling back, kuroo reached behind his back and pulled off his shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it aside, presenting his bare skin to you, “so, have you ever touched yourself, sweetheart?

"no," you confessed, feeling sheepish, "i mean i've thought about it, but never acted on it,"

kuroo and kenma absorbed this information, their minds reeling.

it made sense now, the way you were so assertive and confident. you were untouched by the hands of others, a pure canvas waiting to be explored.

and the thought of being the one—ones— the first and only ones to guide you through the intricacies of physical intimacy, made their heart beat faster.

"we could teach you a thing or two," kenma offered, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger, and tucking it behind your ear.

kuroo had his chin resting on your shoulder, arms wound around your soft stomach, "only if you want to, though,"

"i want to. i want you both," you answer quickly. too quickly.

kuroo squeezed you tighter in his grip and kenma pressed a kiss to your lips. you leaned forward, capturing his lips with yours, eager to taste him again. you ran a hand up and down his pale skin, caressing his chest.

kenma hummed in delight, pulling back after placing a couple of smooches on your mouth. he stood from his seat on the bed and sank to his knees on his knees in front of you.

kuroo placed his palms on your thick thighs and spread them open, wide enough for kenma to settle on his haunches between them.

"no need to worry, sweetheart," kuroo murmured when your back tensed with anticipation, "we got you. you can say the word and we'll stop. ‘kay?"

kenma started to place a trail of kisses up your knee, gently resting one of your thighs over his shoulder. his long hair brushed against your skin, leaving a gentle and ticklish sensation after the touch of his lips, "but you'll have to use your words. we need to hear you,"

you nodded, chest rising and falling from both excitement and uncertainty, "yeah,"

and that's when it hit you. you stopped kenma with a hand on his free shoulder and leaned back into kuroo's chest.

the men focused on you. they weren't surprised when you withdrew, but concerned.

“what is it, darling?" kuroo brough your other hand to his mouth, and pressed a sloppy kiss to your knuckles, "you have to tell us otherwise we can’t help you,”

"i haven't shaved," you winced, "i mean, i trimmed, but it was a long time ago and after that, there was never the need to, so i just didn't,"

kenma sighed in relief, having worried that you were scared of them, "it doesn't matter, baby,"

"yeah," kuroo nodded, "but if you're uncomfortable we agree. but it's not something we mind. right, kenma?"

"yeah, i wanna eat you out, either way," he blinked up at you through hooded eyes, licking his lips.

you felt your face flush and you inhaled sharply, "okay. we can keep going,"

kuroo fisted the edge of the jersey you were wearing, tugging lightly, "can i take this off?"

you nodded, lifting your arms as kuroo pulled the cloth off your head, and tossed it aside, running his hands up and down your sides, his cold palms against your heated skin.

kenma gently nibbled at your thick thighs, sucking bruises on them, "mm wanna mark you up down here. only for us to know, hmm?" he pressed a loud kiss to the crack of your other knee.

you relaxed on kuroo's lap, feeling the way he ran his hands over your body. his palms slipped under your sports bra, cupping the tender flesh and giving a gentle squeeze.

you whimpered at his action, head falling back to rest on his shoulder, "f-fuck kuroo,"

"these need to go too," he pulled the elastic strap of your bra, letting it snap against your skin, "may i?"

"yes please," you nodded urgently, gulping when you felt your throat dry up.

"ah," he slowly began to knead your breasts in his rough palms, "does that feel good, darling?"

you managed a weak moan in agreement, laying one of your hand on top of his.

kenma had reached the waistband of your shorts, "hips up, love,"

you complied with his words and arched your body off kuroo enough for kenma to pull down your shorts along with your panties, your slickness ready creating a wet patch.

cool air hit your bare pussy, causing you to shudder as you settled back down on kuroo's lap.

"fuck," kenma cursed, his jaw slackening. you weren't lying when you said you hadn't trimmed or shaved in a while. but he could make out the way pussy was spread out for him by his lover. the way your folds glistened with your arousal, your clit peeking through.

"such a pretty pussy," kenma breathed, his gaze unfocused, "all mine to devour. isn't that right, love?" his finger teased at your entrance, slathering your arousal all over your folds.

"y-yes," you managed an answer, "all yours- oh god, kenma!!" you gasped when he plunged his tongue into your core, dragging the wet muscle against your walls, lips mouthing to lap up your arousal.

he grabbed the back of both your thighs and set them on his shoulders, nuzzling his face closer to your pussy.

your hand immediately shot to his hair, tangling messily while you ground your hips blindly against his face.

kenma moaned against your wetness, flattening his tongue, and licked a long stripe all the way to your clit, puckering his lips against the swollen bud.

you gasped at the new sensation, shivers shooting to your toes and you fisted his hair clumsily.

"here," kuroo caught your hands with his and guided them to kenma's head.

kenma barely registured the movement, seemingly too lost in eating your pussy. he was ruthless. kissing, licking, and even biting, soothing the pain with a quick stroke of his warm tongue.

your hands were trembling from the ferocity of his actions. you let kuroo bunch up kenma's hair in your fist as he instructed you to, "you gotta hold his hair like this. in a ponytail. so it makes it easier for him to eat you out. and also you can control him. like this," kuroo nudged kenma’s head further between your plush thighs by his grip.

kenma groaned into your pussy, the vibrations causing you to moan and arch into his face, "s-shit, feels so good,"

kuroo smirked, loving the way your face contorted in pleasure, "that's right,"

he pressed his open-mouth against the side of your neck, mouthing and grazing his teeth to leave a mark. you angeled your head to the side to give him better access.

kenma pulled back with a big heave, chest rising and falling with each breath he took. he rested his cheek on your thigh, gazing up at you, "you taste so good. fucking hell,"

his mouth and chin were glistening with your arousal, and fuck he looked so hot.

without any warning, kenma leaned forward, breathing against your pussy. 

you shuddered, tugging at his hair, which you had in a ponytail.

the corner of kenma's mouth curved into an eager smile, "pull harder, baby,"

you yanked his head closer between your legs, "p-please, kenma. want m-more, don’t stop, ah,"

kenma puckered his lips in front of your pussy and let a glob of his spit dribble onto your clit. he watched in awe as it slid down your folds. He pushed his tongue into your pussy and spreading it all over, bobbing his head from side to side.

you writhed against kuroo, moaning pathetically, "f-fuck, kenma. i-i can't, mmph!" you felt a pressure build in your lower belly and a low buzzing filled your head.

your mouth was open slightly, nose scrunched and brows furrowed in pleasure. kuroo brought a hand up to your mouth and pressed his thumb against your lower lip, "open your mouth, sweetheart,"

your mouth fell agape and you took his thumb in your mouth and swirled your tongue around, hollowing your cheeks,

"such a pretty baby," kuroo cooed at you, pulling his thumb from your lips, watching the way they puckered.

his hand crept down and his thumb pressed on your clit, rubbing roughly.

you gasped, clamping your thighs shut around kenma's head in reflex. the man only hummed, gripping your thighs around his face.

chuckling darkly, kuroo eased your thighs apart, "as much as i bet that feels good," his thumb pressed down particularly hard on your clit, and he traced figure eights on them, "you need your air, kenma," he turned his attention to you, "you close, baby?"

"i-i think so," you stammered, melting into the embrace.

"look at us," kuroo caught your jaw, angling it forward until you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room.

you perched on kuroo's lap, while he hand one hand sliding down to the base of your neck, and the other dipping between your legs.

the back of kenma's body visible between your legs, ankles hooked at his back. his hair in a ponytail withing your fist, while his head bobbed up and down as he ate you savagely.

it was a sight to behold. two men brought down to their lowest just to please you.

so that’s what the mirror was for.

"you see how beautiful you look?" kuroo continued, "fucking gorgeous," he rasped.

his hand closed lightly around the column of your neck, causing you to let out a strained moan.

Watching yourself getting fucked caused a wave of pleasure to wash over you, giving rise to goosebumps. your orgasm flowed through you in bouts of bliss as you sagged back into kuroo, mumbling something incoherently.

kenma swallowed around you, tongue swiping every drop while his mouth sucked every drop that slid out of your folds.

he pulled back, a string of saliva stretching from his swollen lips to your quivering pussy, his face squished by your thick thighs at both sides.

kenma was rubbing himself through his shorts, fisting his girth as he pumped with urgency, his mouth falling open is ecstasy. his hips stuttered and he came in his shorts, soiling the material with his release. his shoulders relaxed and cushioning his face between your thighs.

"c'mere," kuroo carded a finger through kenma's hair and yanked him up, bending forward and met his lips in the middle, tongue swiping against the corner of his lips to taste you, "mm,"

the sight of the two men locking mouths sent your heart racing, igniting a surge of excitement within you. you bit your lower lip, captivated by the spectacle unfolding before your eyes.

when kuroo pulled back, he adjusted you in his lap. his tongue traced your cum on his lower lip, "fuck baby, i can't get enough of you,"

"d'you wanna taste yourself, pretty?" kenma muttered incoherently, blinking down at you.

your mouth parted in silent pleading and kenma shoved his tongue past your lips, muffling the moan that escaped you.

your lips closed around his tongue, sucking languidly as you tasted your arousal on him.

kuroo slipped a single finger into your used pussy, the wetness yeilding a painless intrusion as he moved his finger around cautiously.

You’s mouth slackened against kenma's mouth and he gripped your face in his hand, the other groping your breast. he tweaked your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, relishing the whimper you let out.

"you're so tight, baby," kuroo breathed hotly into your ear, "imagine how your pretty pussy will be squeezin' my cock," he slipped in another finger and curled them in a 'come hither' motion.

you gripped his wrist, pushing his hand further between your legs. your thighs shut together, trapping his hand. your toes curled and uncurled from the pleasure.

kuroo rubbed the heel of your palm to your clit with just the right pressure, "pretty little slut," he sponged a wet kiss to your

the name caused a rush of shame... but also desire. something awfully filthy yet addicting.

"our pretty little slut," kenma corrected, cooing at you affectionately, "only ours to ruin. you like it when we call you our slut?"

"yes, yes, please. oh god, right there," your mouth fell open, eyes rolling back when kuroo grazed that spongy spot in you.

"here?" kuroo curled his fingers, fingers pumping in and out of you at an increased pace.

"y-yeah, i-i think m'gonna-"

you were already sensitive from your first orgasm and your second one hit you like a rock, leaving you shaking in his embrace.

"that's it, baby," kuroo eased you out of your high, "you did so good for us,"

kenma held your chin, peppering kisses all over your face while you tried to regain your breathing, "you look so beautiful, all spread out for us,"

kuroo eased his fingers out of your pussy, slick with your cum, and brought them to his lips, licking them clean.

you were leaning against his chest while you watched him suck his fingers clean, "mm, so fucking good,"

kenma thumbed a bit of your cum at the corner of his mouth and licked it, "told ya," he turned his attention to you, "how're you feeling. babe?"

"a bit sore," you admitted, wincing when a dull pain shot up your thighs.

kuroo gently made you sit on the mattress and when he settled beside you, you noticed his painfully hard cock straining against his shorts, his precum soaking through.

"kuroo," you reached out a hand without thinking, fingers grazing the outline of his cock. 

shit, he was big.

"ah," he hissed at your touch, "don't worry your pretty head about it, love. we'll take care of it," he grasped your wrist gently, pushing it away.

"does it hurt?"

"that's okay," kenma pressed a kiss to your forehead, settling on your other side, "we got it covered,"

you looked down and noticed that he was also getting aroused, "i want to help you," you spoke, your words dripping with desire.

kuroo’s smile softened, and he pulled you closer to him, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace, “i appreciate the offer, but i don’t want to trouble you,”

"no, but i want to," you insisted, looking form one to the other, "teach me. teach me how to touch you,"

kuroo’s breath hitched at your words, a mix of desire and surprise in his eyes. he looked at kenma, who nodded silently.

he turned his attention back to you, his voice gruff, “are you sure?” he asked, his expression serious but filled with need.

you didn't answer him. instead you reached a careful hand over and palmed his groin, “please,” you pupils were dilated to the point where your irises were nearly drowned.

kuroo gasped as you touched him, “damn, you’re gonna drive me crazy,”

kuroo made you to sit on his lap again, "alright, pay attention,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle, “we gotta get off kenma first,”

he took your hand in his, his palm engulfing the back of yours and made you cup kenma's clothed cock.

kenma puffed a breath, “mmm, yeah, just like that,” he hissed, his body automatically arching towards you.

your free hand tugged at his shorts, "can i take these off?"

kenma pulled both off with a swift, practiced motion, his movements driven by a mixture of eagerness and need. he tossed them aside, his breathing quickened and his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you, “i’m all yours,” he murmured, his voice low and huskier, “do with me whatever you wish,”

"show him some love," kuroo made you hand to slowly pump him, the base of your fist grazing his pubes with each stroke, "he's such a pathetic mess for you, baby,"

kenma’s eyes rolled back at his words, his hands clenched on the bed sheets.

kuroo's eyes were dark with need, clearly enjoying the sight of you touching his lover, “that’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “take care of him, just like that,”

you let his motions guide you taking in the way the man writhed at your touch, you were in utter awe.

kenma's face was a picture of ecstasy, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open as you touched him. his hair was sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat as he gasped with pleasure. his body was quivering under your touch, clearly responding to every movement you made.

kuroo watched with intense focus, his own eyes darkened with need, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “you’re driving him wild.”

you swiped your thumb on his tip, smearing the precum that was dribbling out of him, as you continued to pump his length.

kenma’s body jerked at the sensation, and he let out a guttural moan, “oh, god, you’re driving me insane,” he gasped, his hands clenching the bed sheets even tighter.

kuroo encouraged, his voice low and sultry, “you’re doing so well.”

kenma’s body writhed under your touch, his breath coming in gasps and moans, “oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he pleaded, his grip on the bed sheets so tight that his knuckles were turning white.

kuroo let go of your hand and gave you complete control to make kenma go crazy. you increased your pace tentatively, brows furrowing in focus.

kuroo brushed his fingers over kenma's collarbone, gently kissing and nipping at his skin as he watched you work your magic.

“what's the matter pretty boy?” he murmured, his lips trailing a path along kenma’s shoulder and up to his neck, "feeling needy?"

kenma whimpered at kuroo’s touch, his head falling back as he gasped, “Ooh, god, you’re gonna make me lose it if you keep doing that,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“you’re not the only one,” kuroo growled in response, his eyes fixed on you as you continued to pleasure kenma.

you gave the base of his cock an experimental squeeze, stroking the length of him with increased pace.

kenma’s body tensed and arched as he reached climax, his head thrown back and a guttural moan escaping his lips. he gasped as he came down from his high, “you’re amazing,” he fell on his back on the bed, looking at you with a mixture of exhaustion. his muscles were loose and relaxed, a testament to the intense pleasure he had just experienced.

his release left a sticky mess on his stomach and your hand, and he let out a satisfied sigh, his body still trembling with aftershocks. “damn, that was intense,” he breathed,

kuroo’s eyes darkened with desire as you turned your attention to him, “mmm, you’re eager for me, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice sultry.

“come here,” he murmured, adjusting you in such a way that you were now straddling him his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch of your skin.

kuroo’s tongue gently licked kenma’s release off your hand, his eyes still darkened with need. his raven hair fell across his forehead, framing his face as he looked up at you.

kenma made a noise at the back of his throat, his spaced min unable to comprehend such a filthy sight.

he continued to gently lick your hand, coating it with his spit. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with need and desire, “that’s it,” he coaxed, “i want to make sure your hand is nice and slick for me, darling,”

a wave of heat washed over you, the feeling of his tongue against your skin was both sensual and possessive, an indication of his desire for you.

kuroo’s hands quickly moved to his shorts and boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion. he kicked them aside, his eyes still dark with desire as he looked at you.

you felt your throat dry up. while kenma was ridged, thick and flushed, a bit rounded at his mushroom tip with a slight curve. but kuroo’s length was both thick and taut, slightly bigger than kenma. his bulbous head leaking with precum as a vein ran at the underside of his cock. the sight of it was enough to send your heart racing

“like what you see, sweetheart?” he teased with a cheeky smirk on his lips.

but you had barely registered his words. you brushed your fingers over his sensitive top and traced the vein on his girth, unknowingly stroking his hard cock, cupping with your entire palm.

kuroo let out a low moan, enjoying the feel of your touch, "you're hands are so warm-fuck," he growled, his body arching towards you.

“now, start stroking me,” he instructed, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

he watched as your hand began to move, his breathing becoming faster and more erratic, “ah, that feels good,”

his body jerked at your touch, a guttural moan escaping his lips, “oh, yeah, right there,” he hissed, his eyes fluttering shut, “you’re a fast learner,” he panted, his hands squeezing your hips. “keep going, just like that.”

you pressed your thumb to his tip, feeling the way his precumslid down his length from your action, and continued your motion.

kuroo gasped as you traced his veins with your fingertip, his body trembling with pleasure, “oh, god, you’re drivin’ me crazy,” he groaned, his voice filled with need. keep going, just like that,” he whispered, his words coming out in short breaths. “you’re doing so good.”

he nuzzled his cheeks against your bare chest, his mouth finding and latching onto your sensitive nub. he arched his body towards you, seeking more of your touch.

his mouth was like a heavy, warm weight around your breast, his lips just gently mouthing, not quite sucking or licking but just creating a soft, constant pressure. it was like he was just savoring the feel of your skin.

kuroo could feel himself teetering on the edge, his body trembling with need, “yeah, i’m getting close,” he panted, his voce hoarse, “j-just a little more.”

you gripped him at the base of his cock and gave him two firm strokes, twisting and pumping which had him cumming hard, shooting ropes of his cum on his stomach and your hands.

kuroo was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. his eyes were darkened with desire, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release.

he looked at you, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and need. clearly, he was still reeling from the intense pleasure you had just given him.

"did i do good?" you questioned meekly.

kuroo’s eyes softened as he heard your question, his expression still one of satisfaction. he could see the insecurity in your eyes, and he was quick to reassure you.

“sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice firm but gentle, “you were incredible,"

kenma, still in the aftermath of his own climax, looked up at you from the bed, “damn right,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

kuroo chuckled at the sight of your messy hand, coated slick with cum, “looks like we made quite a mess there,” he teased.

tentatively, you brought your hand towards your mouth, the hand still coated in kuroo’s release. 

with a flicker of your tongue, you hesitantly tasted him, the tangy, salty flavor exploding on your tongue. your eyes rolled back as you lapped up, a low whimper escaping your throat.

kuroo’s jaw dropped as he saw your eyes roll back in your head, a mix of awe and amazement etched across his face, "fuck," he swore, his voice hoarse with desire, "you’re so goddamn beautiful, sweetheart. can’t get enough of you."

“i don’t think we can take much more of this,” kenma groaned, his body moving to your side, arching towards you, his need for contact obvious.

kuroo’s eyes followed kenma’s movements, his own desire flaring at the sight, “yeah, me either,” he panted, his body tensing with restraint.

both men's gazes were fixed on you, their bodies taut with need, as they waited for you to make the next move.

kuroo and kenma exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting in a silent communication. they both wanted you, and the desire was obvious in their gazes.

“what do you want to do, sweetheart?” Kuroo asked, his voice a low, sultry whisper.

you swallowed, looking from one to the other with half-lidded eyes, "want you both to fuck me,"

kuroo and kenma both cursed at your words, their bodies responding with an almost primal need.

kenma groaned, his voice strained with desire, “this is a big step,” he added, his voice hoarse with need.

"we just want to make sure you’re ready for it,” kuroo’s hand found its way to your core, his touch gentle but firm.

with each movement of his hand, you could feel yourself becoming more and more aroused.

“oh darlin', you’re drippin' wet,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and desire. “this all for us?"

you nodded shyly, looking away in embarrassment, "i don't think i'll be able to walk tomorrow," you commented with a chuckle.

both men inhaled sharply at your words, their bodies responding instantly to the idea of leaving you sore and marked with reminders of their love.

“oh, we’ll make sure you remember this for days,” kuroo promised, eyes gleaming in mischief.

“you won’t forget us that easily,” kenma agreed, his lips finding your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin.

you shuddered, gripping as you nails dug into kuroo's shoulder.

kuroo’s voice lowered, his tone dropping to a rumble as he spoke, “s'okay baby. you don’t have anything to worry about,” he said, his hand tracing a path down your side, “we’ll make sure you take every inch of us, and you’ll love it,”

kenma’s hand continued to caress your thigh as he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear, “you know we’ll fill you up so good, don’t you?” he whispered, his words dripping with desire, “you’ll be so full of us that you’ll be dripping. completely and utterly wrecked,”

kuroo leaned closer. he agreed, his voice rough with need, “you belong to us, and we’ll make sure you remember it,”

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OK, MIZU X VERY CLINGY READER?? like reader deadass will NOT let go of Mizu unless necessary and mizu will tease reader about it in a loving way. like just imagine reader snuggling on top of Mizu and resting their head on her abdomen and she just says something in a teasing voice like- “mm you just gonna keep holding onto me like that, love?” OH MY GODSOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE MY BRAIN SHUT UP PLS😭

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Hey dear!

Thank you so much for the very cute and sweet request <3 Finally, a reason to push my drunk reader agenda forward www

Also, sorry if this took longer than usual. Hospital wifi sucked and my draft didn't save ;; I had to re-write a whole chunk purely from memory.

Not sure what is considered as 'lightweight' or whatever since I never really thought of those things when I drink, so if it's too much or too little then..oopsies.

Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warning/s: not proofread, short, mention of vomiting (mild), she/her for mizu, implied afab reader

It was already a few hours past midnight. Mizu was laying down on the couch, reading a random book she had found in the book store. 'The Honjin Murders' was the title. The cover looked cool and even had a knife on it, so it definitely got her attention. Because as much as she didn't want to judge a book by its cover, she's only human. We have our moments like that.

On her chest was her girlfriend, eyes closed, and cheeks flushed and warm. An occasional mumbling noise or a slurred-out random question like 'do you think I can fight a bear with my bare hands?' would come from you. Mizu wouldn't admit it but she was having the time of her life right now.

You had just gotten back from a girl's night out with your friends. A little way of catching up after a whole semester of not seeing each other. Akemi and the others invited her too, but she wasn't really a big fan of the effects alcohol had on her body and opted to stay at home.

Upon opening the door, the sight of your heavily flushed face, drunken unconscious smile and the disheveled appearance of Ise and the other girls greeted her. You all reeked of alcohol, heavy perfume, and a bit of tobacco. "Umm..girlfriend delivery..?" Akemi chimed awkwardly, sweat dropping at the miffed look on Mizu's face.

She narrowed her eyes in response to the little joke as her eyes landed on you. "I was hoping you'd bring her back conscious," she said in a low tone, making them laugh nervously. You were being held up by two of Akemi's friends, face heavily flushed, hair tossed out of the hairdo you put it in earlier, and your lipstick was replaced by a thin sheen of saliva. With a sigh, she gently wrapped her arms around you before picking you up bridal style, cringing at the smell of beer coming from you.

The moment you felt her warmth around your figure, you opened your eyes slowly, blinking the blurriness brought by intoxication off before letting out a grunt. She felt you tilt your head upwards, looking at her before furrowing your eyebrows together, finger raised up to poke at her chin. "Would youu...rather have...urgh..my nipples are rubbing against my bra."

Yep.

That was definitely her cue to bring you inside.

After bringing you in, the 'full caretaker girlfriend' mode in her brain switched on. She immediately helped you get dressed into something comfy, removed your makeup and did your skincare for you, and handed everything you said you needed even though you didn't need it. Hell, she even shoved her finger down your throat to help you vomit.

You were her little intoxicated princess tonight.

Once she was done helping you out, she completely expected you to go to sleep after. Little did she know that you've decided to be the clingy-type of drunk tonight. A small strangled-like gasp escaped her throat as you pulled her by the back of her collar, burying your face on her neck. "Nooooo don't go!" you cried against her skin.

She tried her best to get you to sleep, knowing full well that you were going to be the grouchiest hungover in the morning, but whatever she tried didn't work. Watching youtube videos, having a staring contest with you, playing slow songs. Now, she was stuck with you laying on her chest as she read her book.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" you asked her, speech still a bit slurred. Mizu raised an eyebrow at your odd question. Realistically, she knew she wouldn't, but reality didn't really matter when it comes to love. Only her girlfriend's happiness did.

She closed her book slightly to look down at you. Her breath hitched slightly as your glossy eyes looked back up at her, melting at the adorable sight. "Of course I would," she answered, giving your head a little pat.

"Liar," you huffed, closing your eyes as you nuzzled against her. "I see you step on worms all the time. You'd step on me too."

She huffed back at you with an amused smile. She could feel the pout in your voice. "I promise I wo—"

"It's okay," you cut her off with a drunken giggle. You looked back up at her, trying to lift your head but the remaining alcohol in your system allowed you to do so for a few seconds before you crashed back on to her chest. "I'd let you step on me."

Mizu rolled her eyes at your response. "You're very drunk. You know that?" she asked you, setting her book down on the carpet to pinch your cheek. "How did they even get you this drunk?" The playful exasperation was heavy in her voice.

You grinned at her, snuggling your face in between her breasts. "Well.." you trailed off, giggling a bit. "We haaad...Jager in a pretty preeeeeetty frozen little shot glass, then we washed that down with beer.."

A slight shiver went down her spine as she felt your hot breath against her collarbone. Her hands moving your hair to cool you off a bit. "Then..we had Cuervo. Then we tried this...this..cocktail that tasted like chocolate.."

"No wonder," she sighed, wrapping her arms around you. Although Mizu had admittedly had her fair share of bad experiences with drunks (mostly leading to fist fights), she had to admit, you were definitely the cutest one yet. "Next time, try to drink a bit more responsibly, okay?"

You shook your head at her words, wrapping your arms around her tighter. "I don't want to drink responsibly. I want my girlfriend," you whined, making her snort. You were definitely still too drunk for this conversation. "My girlfrieeeeend.."

"And who's your girlfriend? What's she like?" Maybe if she played along, she could finally get you to sleep. Blue eyes watched you sigh, melting into her arms with a dreamy smile. "My girlfriend is...my Mizu!" you answered, laughing slightly as your head rested against her breast.

She could feel your arms hold onto her tighter, weight pushing down against her's as you started to get a bit more excited. "She's the prettiest, coolest, grumpiest person ever..and she's mine!" you rambled, an amused laugh escaping her lips at your words. "H-Hey! Don't laugh!"

Mizu smiled at you apologetically as you continued to pout at her in drunken grumpiness. "Sorry, sorry. How 'bout we go to bed and take a nap so you can see her in the morning?" she asked, still playing along. "No! Dun' wanna!" you replied in a bratty tone, huffing once again. "You're staying with me!"

Your arms held on to her tighter, legs wrapping around her's almost possessively. "Mmm..So you're just going to keep holding on to me like that, love?" she said teasingly. At your nod, she chuckled and lifted you a bit higher so your head rested against the pillow, nestled near her neck.

Slowly, she felt your body relax, fingers releasing their grip on her shirt. The rhythm of your breathing becoming steadier, the depth increasing. Once again, she picked up her book and continued to read, wanting to pass a bit more time to make sure you were fast asleep.

However, while she was half into the book, you suddenly lifted your head again. She raised an eyebrow, a bit taken back at the sudden movement. "What is it, love?" she asked, getting ready to get whatever you needed just in case.

Your eyes blinked sleepily before you leaned your head down, planting a kiss on her lips. "G'night..I love youu," you mumbled with a soft little smile before crashing back onto the pillow. She blinked in both surprise and mild astonishment.

A goodnight kiss?

While drunk out of your wits?

Lord help her.

There was no way she could fight off a smile after that display. How did she score such a cute wife? Mizu had to take a few deep breaths to keep herself from laughing at how cute that was. Who cares if you woke up grumpy from your hangover? This was definitely worth it.

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Pairing: (Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Fluff)

Summary: Ethan and Y/N go on a lil cute aquarium trip together.

(a/n: this is really short and I miss the ocean)

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She pressed her palm flat against the glass as she wore a wide grin. Ethan looked at her with his eyes full of love. They were on their senior trip, in Florida, and Ethan had asked her to go to the aquarium with her on their last day. The whole trip, he had been pining for her, wishing she would catch on the subtle hints he gave her.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” She asked, still looking through the glass as various fish swam by. Ethan nodded, continuing to look at her. 

She turned to face him, and she kept her smile, which made Ethan’s cheeks flush pink. She glanced behind him, and she gasped before pulling Ethan to the next exhibit. He giggled excitedly as she pulled him through the crowd of people, and they stopped in a darker room, full of tanks with jellyfish. Ethan looked around, a flustered smile still on his face, and Y/N walked up to one of the tanks, pressing her face up against it. She looked like a little kid, a thrilling gaze lingered from her eyes. Her eyes followed a jellyfish, and she bent down as it swam lower.

Ethan bent down next to her, balancing on his knees. They stared at the jellyfish for a few minutes in a blissful silence. 

“I wish I could live in the ocean.” She whispered. “They look so at peace, you know? Nothing to worry about,”

“Just floatin’,” Ethan joked, laughing slightly. Ethan’s phone vibrated in his back pocket, and he reached back to pull it out, receiving a text from Chad.

Chad

Did you tell her yet ?

2:36 pm

Ethan looked over at Y/N, who was still staring happily into the tank. 

Ethan

Not yet

2:36 pm

He silenced his phone, putting it back in his pocket. He cleared his throat, gaining her attention. “Can I talk to you about something?” She nodded, smiling. Just as he was about to confess, a wave of anxiety suddenly rushed over him. His cheeks turned red, and his throat started to feel tight. “S-So, what’s your favorite animal?” He redirected. She bit the inside of her cheek, looking up as she pondered. Ethan mentally slapped himself for being too afraid.

“Whale sharks.” She answered, proudly. 

A little bit of his nerves washed away at her answer. “‘Whale sharks’? I’ve never had anyone answer that.” he chuckled, sitting all the way down against the wall as he situated himself. She laughed breathily, sitting next to him. It was just the two of them in the room now, sitting alone a little bit too close to each other, with the jellyfish happily swimming around. 

“Oh, so I’m the first girl to answer that? You ask every girl you take to the aquarium that question?” She teased, and his ears became red. His eyes widened, and he rapidly shook his head at her. 

“N-No! You’re the only girl I’ve taken!” 

She let out a cackle at his panic. She rested her hand on his shoulder as she doubled over laughing, but Ethan didn’t laugh. He only stared at the contact of her hand. He felt like a teenage boy, growing giddy over a girl barely touching him. 

“Why whale sharks?” Ethan asked, breaking her laughing fit. 

“Because, they’re just so…beautiful. They look like they’re space, and they’re white dots are like little stars. Also, they’re really passive with people, so people dive with them all the time. You can’t touch them though, something about a protective layer they have that’s really sensitive. But, just looking at them, it’s enough. Sorry, I’m rambling,” She stopped herself, looking at Ethan. He was in pure awe, he had never heard her talk about something she loved so much before. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re beautiful.” He whispered. She quietly gasped, widened eyes. He moved closer towards her, and she gulped nervously. His pinkie finger grazed hers, and with every drop of confidence Ethan had, he wrapped her pinkie with his. “I really wanna kiss you right now,” 

“In front of the jellyfish?” She whispered, half-joking. He softly chuckled at her words and reached up to hold her chin gently. He swiped his thumb over the bottom of her lip.

“I don’t think they’ll mind.” Ethan whispered back. He leaned forward while she reciprocated, and he lovingly placed his lips on her plump ones. He inhaled deeply as he felt her, all of her. He slowly moved his lips against hers and slid his hand around her, resting it on the back of her head. He pulled away, their noses still touching, and smiled at her. “I’ve wanted that, for so long.” 

“Me too,” she whispered against his lips. “You should do it again,”

He smiled sweetly, before answering, “If that’s what my pretty girl wants,” He leaned forward kissing her one more time. The soft lights from the tanks illuminated both of their features and glimmered against their skin. Ethan never really thought that much of the ocean, but now, he understood how she felt. The ocean was at a level of serene, and he felt it as he kissed her. He felt as if he was drowning in the water, suffocating. She felt like the ocean, pulling him down in a useless attempt to enchant him, but he was already enchanted. She felt like the warm water against his skin, and her hair flowed as the animals did in the sea. Everything above the water was muffled and blurred, she distracted him from everything else, and he never wanted to go back. He didn’t want to go back to the world, he wanted to stay under the water, with her, and the whale sharks. He loved the ocean, he loved her.

[madhatterbri]

Unbothered | F.B. Part 5

Summary: Can we get a part 5 to Unbothered (F.B). Reader gets invited to Finn's surprise birthday party, and she takes Pat as her plus one (He's her wingman, lol).

Oh, and can Finn get some more digits to Y/N's phone number, please?, it is his birthday after all, hehe.

Author's Note: Changed a smidge.

Requested by anon.

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Taglist: @theworldofotps @magicalbuttertarts @smallestsnarkestgirl @terrortwinunicorn @miss-kuki-nz

"I'm sorry about Y/N, man. You saw that picture Jey put up of them at Waffle House together? The man is just really smooth. Smoother than butter, in fact. You probably have never eaten there since you have no body fat, but the hashbrowns they serve are amazing," Damian sighed and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. Finn rolled his eyes.

A fan of Jey Uso made a Photoshop image of Y/N and Jey together at a Waffle House. They were cuddling in a booth and seemed to be having a good time. Jey reblogged it on his X account. Ever since Damian found it, he deviled him about it.

"There is nothing going on with them," Finn insisted, but things had been weird between them ever since he kissed her cheek. He hoped he hadn't scared her off. She seemed interested in going to his birthday party today, though. Maybe things will look up for him today.

"Not what I saw,"

"Don't you have anywhere else to be?" Finn grumbled. Damian nudged him with his elbow. The wrestler looked up to see Y/N walking through the front door. A smile popped on his face. She had an envelope in her hand that she tapped against her fingers. His smile faltered when he saw Pat with her.

"Good luck, man. Get your girl," Damian pushed him towards Y/N's direction.

Finn walked towards them. Pat made a lame excuse to leave them alone. "Hey, I was wondering if you were going to come,"

"For someone that is unbothered, you certainly seemed desperate for me to come in as your wingman," Pat pointed out to Y/N. She pursed her lips yet sighed. He was right. He needed a guy's perspective. Things just felt off after he kissed her cheek.

"Pat told me if I didn't that he wouldn't let me hear the end of it. Besides, I wanted to give you this," Y/N smiled and handed him the card. Unbothered, she told herself, this is all just a fun game. She remembered the comments about him in Japan.

"Any more numbers for me?" He asked hopefully. Finn hoped she would say yes. He was only down three numbers. Their date was already planned perfectly in his mind. All he needed was a chance.

"It's only your birthday. Congratulations on going around the sun," she teased. Before he could speak, someone called for Y/N. He groaned inwardly when she had to leave him. He wanted more time with her. She hugged him. "See ya around, birthday boy,"

The night wore on with minimal contact. She was constantly being called to talk. Mostly wrestlers telling her how they wanted her to say their ring name when she announced them. Finn had to swoop in, but he wasn't sure how. Luckily, Pat was there to save the day.

"Hey, Finn, did you know Y/N loves games? Her favorite is seven minutes in heaven," Pat informed him. The two of them looked at him oddly. He grabbed their arms and dragged him to a room. Before they could interject, Pat pushed them inside and held the door handle.

The rest of the party was too drunk to notice. This was the perfect chance for them to talk, but things felt awkward. She hated it. This was supposed to be fun between them. Now, she was bothered by their dynamics.

"Usually, a guy has to take me out first to get me in his room," Y/N joked and laughed nervously. Finn smiled weakly and sat on his bed.

"Things have been weird between us since I kissed your cheek. I'm sorry. It was a weird time and,"

"It's fine. I mean, it felt weird since you were kind of upset about the Jey thing, but I liked it," Y/N admitted and sat next to him. Finn felt himself gravitate towards her. She tapped the envelope in her hands with her fingers again.

"I like you a lot, Y/N. I just didn't want to look like a jealous prick," he admitted. The pair blushed at his admission.

"Well, that makes me feel better then since we have the same feelings. Happy birthday, Finn," Y/N smiled and handed him the envelope.

Finn opened the envelope and the card. He ignored the gift card in it. All of him hoped the last three numbers were in there. Sure enough, the last three numbers of her phone number popped out to him. 867. He figured he would love those numbers forever. Finn grabbed his phone and plugged the numbers in.

A knock on the door from Pat killed the mood. "Hey, Y/N, you did tell Alpha Academy you would be their designated driver. Akira Tozawa is starting to dirty dance on the - get off the table!"

"I gotta go be a driver. According to rules, you are supposed to wait a day," she told him. Y/N stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. Her phone rang. She stopped to answer it.

"Hey," Finn's accent spoke through the phone. "I've never been known to listen to rules. How about Friday, 8 o' clock?"

[mrsstruggle]

All The Good Girls Go To Hell - Prologue // Harry Potter AU

Summary: It's been a year since the war ended. Cedric Diggory is found dead and in debt to The Damnation. His sister, Y/N Diggory, offers to take her brother's place in The Damnation to pay off his debt, but things become complicated when she starts to develop feelings for the two handsome leaders.

[OC version on Wattpad]

Pairings: Y/N x Fred Weasley, Y/N Diggory x George Weasley (separately, not together because I will not write that)

Series Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else), and A Lot of Smut!!

Words: 1.5K (this is short but chapters will be longer!)

Note: This is a Harry Potter AU. This is set after the war.

Another Note: Cedric was not killed during the Triwizard Tournament, but he was tortured at the cemetery.

[I had this queued for 7PM, but it didn't post :/]

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Standing outside the infamous joke shop Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Y/N Diggory never felt so out of place. She has a briefcase in one hand and the other nervously tugging at the end of her short, red dress in hopes that it would somehow get longer. She needs to go inside, but she can't find the willpower to get her legs to move.

Kids run past her, shouting and laughing, as their parents rush after them into the shop. There are more people out than she thought there would be. She chose to come as close to closing time as possible hoping there would only be a few people here. She wonders if it stays this crowded or if it's because the kids return to Hogwarts in a week.

"Are you actually going to go inside, or are you going to stand out here all day?" Y/N jumps slightly and quickly looks to her side to see where the voice is coming from. She locks eyes with a handsome redhead who is now standing to the left of her.

"I'm supposed to meet someone inside, but my legs seemed glued to the sidewalk for some reason." She nervously jokes.

The guy chuckles lowly. "Do I need to see if I can find something to get the glue off," he quickly retorts.

Y/N snorts out a laugh as she looks back down at the ground. She notices that he's wearing a thick, black pair of combat boots. As she looks back up at him, she observes that he doesn't look like the type of guy who would come to a joke shop. With his black tactical joggers paired with a plain black t-shirt, he seems out of place, but she knows he could say the same thing about her.

"Hopefully it will just wash away with my nerves," she brings the briefcase in front of her so she can grip the handle with both hands, "I don't know if you can tell but I've never been here before."

He glances down at her briefcase before shifting his gaze back up, "I wouldn't say it's too obvious, but you do look a bit overdressed. What's in the briefcase?"

"It's nothing," she chuckles nervously. "Would you believe me if I said I was trying to start a new trend?"

"Not at all but if you don't want to tell me you don't have to. My name's Charlie by the way."

"I'm Y/N."

"Well, I've got to get to work but it was nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too." Y/N watches as Charlie walks into the joke shop and disappears into the sea of children.

She takes a deep breath as she tries to remember what Hermione told her to do. She needs to go inside and get a Penelope's Purple Pussy Cats. Take it to the front counter and ask if it comes in red. She remembers that Hermione told her to specifically ask "Does this come in red?" and she can't ask any other way.

After standing in place for a few more seconds, Y/N finally wills her legs to move and opens the large entrance door. If she thought the sound of children screaming and laughing was loud from outside the shop, it was even louder inside. Kids were running around—going from stand to stand—checking out whatever caught their eye. You would think it was the shop's opening day, but it's been open for years.

Y/N moves to the side as a group of boys run past her towards the back of the store. She looks around hoping to see what she's looking for, but there are too many people in the store to see anything else other than people. Right now, she's cursing Hermione for not giving her instructions for where the hell to find a Penelope's Purple Pussy Cats.

She slowly weaves her way through the crowd as she searches for what she's looking for. She can feel her nerves get more and more on edge as people bump into the briefcase she's holding.

After walking around the store for another ten minutes, she finally spots what she needs. Tucked into a corner of the store, behind what appears to be love potions, she finds the Penelope's Purple Pussy Cats. Y/N grabs the box closest to her and makes her way to the checkout.

As she approaches the checkout, she silently thanks the universe for there not being a line. She quietly approaches the blonde girl standing at the checkout and sets the Penelope's Purple Pussy Cats on the table, "Um...does this come in red?"

Y/N's heart starts to race as the girl stares at her silently. Did she say the wrong thing? Is this one big prank to make her look like an idiot?

The girl, Verity (according to her name tag), entered something in the cash register before turning back to her, "Three Galleons."

Y/N quickly dugs into the purse that is hanging from her left shoulder. She slams three Galleons onto the counter, wincing at how harshly she set them down.

Verity slowly scoops up the Galleons and puts them into the register. She closes the register as her other hand dings a bell right next to it. The ding rings loudly throughout the store.

Y/N's hands tap nervously on the briefcase's handle as she waits for something to happen. Hermione told her that someone would come and take her to where she needed to go, but is she supposed to stand here and wait or is she supposed to step aside somewhere?

"Bill will take you to find what you need," Verity says as a tall redhead—who, other than the large scars across his face, looks like the one she met earlier—emerges from the sea of people around the store. He stops when he's next to Y/N.

"Follow me," he says gruffly. He turns and starts walking toward the back of the store. Y/N tries to follow as closely as she can so she doesn't lose him amongst the crowd.

As they reach the back of the store, Bill opens a door with a sign that says 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' and gestures for her to follow him inside. Walking inside what appears to be a large storage closet, she watches as he easily moves a large shipping crate labeled 'FRAGILE' to reveal a trapdoor on the floor.

As he opens the trapdoor, Y/N can hear loud music and see flashing lights coming from the now-open hole in the floor. Looking a little closer, she can see an enclosed stone staircase that seems to spiral down into somewhere unknown. She looks up to see Bill looking at her expectantly—like she was supposed to just be okay with walking down into an unknown place underneath a joke shop.

"Are you going to go in?" Bill asks her.

"Yeah, obviously..." she looks back and forth from him to the staircase nervously, "Are Fred and George down there? If so, how do I find them?"

Bill's face somehow turns more serious than it was before, "What do you need with Fred and George?" He glances down at the briefcase in her hand before looking back at her face.

"I need to speak with them," she replies, straightening her posture a little to look more confident.

"About what?"

"That's none of your business."

Bill sighs, "Look, I don't know what you want from them, but they don't like to mix business with pleasure. If you need to speak to them about business, you'll need to make an appointment with Verity. If need to speak with them about something else," he looks her up and down, "you should be able to find them quite easily. Just don't come back crying when they don't see you again."

Y/N scoffs in disgust, "I'm here to talk business, and I won't be making an appointment. It's important."

"If it's so important, why can't you tell me?"

"Why would I tell you?"

"I'm their brother, and I'm the one holding this door open for you. I can easily close it if I'd like."

Y/N sighs as she contemplates what to do. Does she tell him why she's here? Does she turn around and come back another time? She doesn't know how many people know about her brother's involvement with the twins or about what he did.

"I need to talk to them about Cedric Diggory," she says, trying to look as serious as possible. Y/N notices Bill's jaw clench in anger when she says Cedric's name.

"What about Cedric?"

"I'm here to pay off his debt."

Bill scoffs, "What? He decides not to show up today and sends some girl in to pay off his debt for him. It's going to take a lot more than whatever's in that briefcase to make up for what he did."

"Well considering he's never going to show back up again, this is the best they're going to get." Y/N shrugs.

"What does that mean?"

"He's dead. Cedric's dead."

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Baby Bear - Richie Jerimovich x Berzatto!reader

summary: as the youngest Berzatto sibling, you know you’re screwed when you find out you’re pregnant with Richie’s baby.

warnings: pregnancy, grooming mention & abortion mention.

Nothing, nothing could’ve prepared you for two pink lines on that goddamn test. Your hand trembled lightly as you placed the piece of plastic on the dirty bathroom counter.

Your stomach dropped. How the hell were you supposed to tell Richie? And what would you say to your siblings? You were screwed.

You showed up early for your shift at The Beef in order to take the test, which you’d nervously purchased earlier from the local bodega. You thought it was just a few missed periods due to stress, the restaurant, stuff with Mikey. You never actually thought you could be pregnant.

Carmy and Sugar would kill Richie. And all three of them would kill you. Mikey would probably crawl out of his grave next, just so he could beat Richie up for knocking up his kid sister.

As the youngest Berzatto, you’d worked in The Beef from the ripe age of twelve. You washed dishes and waited tables for Mikey, your favorite sibling and oldest brother. Now, in your early 20’s, you worked as The Beef’s primary bookkeeper and waitress.

There had always been something between you and Richie, and your friendship became more after you turned eighteen. You were attracted to him, but waited to make your move until you were old enough to consciously do so. You ate every meal together, treated his daughter like your own, laughed at his dumb jokes and never got bored of each other. Plus the sex was gentle, loving and passionate.

But more than that, you were each other’s shoulder to lean on. You cried in each other’s arms once you’d gotten the news about Mikey and you ran The Beef together until Carmy got back from New York.

You and Richie had managed to keep your relationship a secret for the four years since you’d started seeing each other, but you had a feeling that you wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret for much longer.

Because now, you were pregnant with Richie Jerimovich’s baby.

—

“Congratulations Miss Berzatto, you’re about eight weeks along. Here are the printed pictures for you to take home. Would you like to discuss your options?” the nurse chirped. She was young, not much older than you, with a short blonde bob and bright purple scrubs.

“How much does an abortion cost?” you asked, already knowing what Richie would tell you. He was already a deadbeat father to one kid, why make it two?

“It depends on your insurance, but—"

"I don't have insurance, I'm just a waitress," you interrupted.

"In that case, it'll be around five-hundred dollars for the abortion pill if you visit Planned Parenthood. They're the cheapest in the city. You can only take the pill up to ten weeks, though," she explained, handing over a bunch of pamphlets with the sonogram pictures on top.

You stared down at the pictures as tears formed in your eyes. That was inside you, right now, a little tiny baby made from you and Richie. You could hardly believe it.

—

"You're— what the fuck? I didn't even know you were seeing anyone (y/n), jesus christ! How could you be so irresponsible?" Carmy yelled.

You were sitting in the office, leaned back in the chair as you stared at your brother. You knew he wasn't going to take the news well, but he was in disbelief. He ran his hand through his hair while contemplating his next words.

"You keepin' it?"

"I don't know yet, I still have to talk to—"

"Who's the dad?" Carmy seethed.

You couldn't do it. You just couldn't tell your brother that you'd been fucking Richie. He'd kill him before you'd get the chance to tell him.

"I can't—“

"Yes you can, just—just tell me, okay? I'm your brother, we'll figure this out, it'll be fine," he promised, crouching down and meeting your eyes.

"It's Richie," you gulped.

Carmy's face twisted into an expression of pure rage. He stood up, unable to look you in the eye.

"Carmy wait—" you gasped, but he had already thrown the office door open.

"Where is that asshole? Where the fuck is Richie?" Carmy yelled, storming through the kitchen.

"Carmy wait, stop!" you begged, pulling on your brother's sleeve. It was no use, he was on a mission.

Sydney and Tina looked up with confusion as Carmy turned the corner with you right behind him.

"And I told him, 'that's what we're doing today!' But he didn't fuckin' listen, so we're stuck on the turnpike when— hey, 'cuz," Richie laughed, noticing Carmy while in the middle of telling Ebra a story.

He glanced at you quickly, noticing your wide eyes and nervous expression.

"What the fuck, Richie?!" Carmy screamed, lunging at your not-so-secret boyfriend.

"Carmy!" you yelled as the two of them fell to the ground and tussled.

"You knocked up my little sister, fuckin' asshole pervert!"

"What the fuck? I didn't knock (y/n) up!" Richie said, landing a slap across your brother's cheek.

"How long'd you spend groomin' her, huh? She could be your fucking daughter!" Carmy growled as he grabbed at Richie's neck.

Marcus and Sydney rushed over, attempting to pull them apart.

"Quit it, you two!" Sydney yelled, restraining Carmy.

In the midst of the chaos, you noticed Fak sliding a five-dollar bill into Ebra's palm. You rolled your eyes. They'd been betting on you and Richie? Figures.

"I, um, I have some news," you began. The room was silent and all eyes were turned to you.

"I'm pregnant, and it's Richie's. Richie, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean for you to find out this way. And Carmy, I know how this looks but I really, really love Richie. And everyone else, I'm really sorry for this disruption," you explained with a sympathetic expression.

You glanced hesitantly at Richie, who had his hand clamped over his mouth and eyes wide open. Everyone else returned to their stations quietly, and Carmy kicked the metal table leg before returning to the office.

"Congrats, mija!" Tina smiled, patting your shoulder.

"Thanks, T," you said, giving her a small smile.

"So?" Richie asked. He walked closer and pulled you into a hug.

"It's true, you knocked me up," you laughed.

"You wanna keep it?"

You pulled away. "That depends. You wanna step up and be a father?"

"I do, babe. I think we can do this, for real. I'll talk to Tiff, maybe we can have Eva over more. She'd love a little sister or brother," Richie said, giving you a reassuring smile.

"I'd really like that, Richie."

[agaypanic]

I feel like Francis would be the kind of gay that both looks and acts straight, but if he was caught kissing his bf he wouldn’t care at all and just stand there like “…and they were both boys” and go back to kissing. <3

Nonchalance (Francis Wilkerson X Male!Reader)

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Summary: Your relationship with Francis isn’t a secret, you just choose not to make a big deal out of it.

A/N: reader goes to military school with francis and he’s going to Francis’ for spring break. reader being male isn't really explicitly specified but it's implied bc he's in military school with francis

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“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m coming with you?” You asked as you watched Francis pack his suitcase. “Because I can stay here.”

“I’m positive, Y/n.” He said, looking over at you. “Besides, I’d be bored at home without you. I’ll need something to take my annoyance and anger from my mom out on.”

“Gee, thanks.” You rolled your eyes, moving to sit on Francis’ bed. “Have you told your family about… us?”

“No,” Francis answered, shutting his suitcase and sitting next to you. “Do you want me to?”

You shook your head. It was honestly fine that Francis hadn’t told his family about the two of you dating. You two agreed that you didn’t feel the need to announce your relationship status to anyone. If people couldn’t see you were together, that was on them.

Although, you made sure not to do any PDA around Commandant Spangler.

“You’re gonna have a lot of fun, I promise,” Francis said, patting your back and kissing your cheek.

***

You and Francis definitely had different ideas of fun. When thinking of fun, you’d think of games or going to the movies.

Francis’ version of fun seemed to be having a screaming fest with his mom.

The day didn’t start out that way, thank God. Francis’ dad picked you two up from the airport, and he was really nice. He engaged in conversation with you and cracked jokes. He really made you feel welcome.

Then, when you got to the Wilkerson’s house, you met the rest of Francis’s family. His brothers were nice, although a bit chaotic. Your nerves about meeting his mom diminished when she said hello and shook your hand with a polite smile. Maybe Francis was just being a bit dramatic when he told you about her.

And then, you don’t really know how, Francis and Lois got into a screaming match about something. The other brothers went about their business, as if this was a usual occurrence. Hal sighed as he watched the scene, and you leaned over to him.

“Is it always like this?” You asked quietly, not wanting to draw attention. Hal looked like he was gonna shake his head but then paused for a moment to think. Then he sighed and nodded.

Great.

***

It took a while, but Lois and Francis had finally stopped yelling at each other, going off to do different things. Lois went to the kitchen to make dinner, and Francis decided to show you the rest of the house.

“Believe me about my mom now?” He asked as you went outside to the backyard. You nervously laughed.

“Yeah, that was… a lot.”

“Sorry you had to see that,” Francis said, giving you an apologetic look. “She just makes me so crazy sometimes.”

“I can tell.” You joked, and he rolled his eyes.

The two of you talked for a bit, watching the sun go down. Besides the little rough patch that you had witnessed a while ago, things seemed to be going well. When it started getting dark, you decided to go inside. But before you could reach the door, Francis gently pinned you to the wall and kissed you.

Your eyes widened in shock before quickly closing, giving into him and kissing back. There was a fear in the back of your mind that someone would catch you, making the rest of your stay awkward. But all in all, you didn’t really care so much as long as Lois wasn’t the one who caught you.

As you ran your fingers through Francis’ hair, you didn’t notice the door next to you opening. It was only when you heard the sound of someone clearing their throat that you broke away from Francis. The action seemed to disappoint Francis, but instead of saying so, he just looked at the person interrupting you.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“Were you guys kissing?” Malcolm asked, looking a bit off guard. It was a dumb question; he had literally just caught you and his brother making out.

“Yeah, genius,” Francis responded. “Anything else?”

“Mom said dinner’s ready…” Malcolm looked at the both of you before slowly backing up. He kept his eyes on you until he was in the house and shut the door. Then you could hear him run away, which made you laugh. Francis looked at you with a smile.

“Hungry?” He asked. You nodded, and he pecked your lips before bringing you back into the house.

This would be a fun week.

***

Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

[the-offside-rule]

Anthony Gordon (Newcastle United) - The Forward Type

Requested: yes

Prompt: this ask

Warnings: none

The bright morning sun shone over Newcastle's training grounds as both the men's and women's teams gathered for their respective sessions. Y/n, one of the star players for Newcastle United Women, stretched on the pitch alongside her teammates, preparing for the upcoming session. She couldn't help but notice the lively banter from the men's team across the way. Among them, Anthony Gordon stood out. His blonde hair and confident swagger caught her attention, and she found herself glancing over every now and then. They’d seen each other around the training ground before, but today felt different. His eyes seemed to linger a little longer whenever they met hers.

As Y/n went through her drills, she noticed Anthony sneaking looks in her direction, throwing her a playful wink when their eyes met again. She chuckled to herself, pretending to ignore him, but the butterflies in her stomach were hard to dismiss. During a quick water break, the women’s and men’s teams gathered by the sidelines, briefly sharing the space. Anthony, seemingly without hesitation, sauntered over to Y/n. “You know-” He started with a grin. “If you want a photgraph, you can just ask. It'll last longer.” Y/n raised an eyebrow, sipping from her bottle. “Was about to say the same to you. Caught you staring.” He laughed, nudging her shoulder lightly. “You got jokes, I see. Wanted to say, that was a serious volley you scored a few minutes ago.” She smiled.

“Is this your way of flirting?” She asked as the other girls walked away, leaving the pair alone. “Is it working?” She shrugged. “How about you come to the next match and I show you a thing or two?” He smiled. “Asking me out? You're very forward.”

“Well, if you don't want to-”

“I didn't say that.” She grinned, leaning in a bit closer. “So? Do you want to come?” She nodded. “Onky if you score a volley like I just did.” She teased. “One? I'll make it worth your while, I'll score two.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ll hold you to that.” Her coach called her over. “I'll be at the game. See you then.” Y/n said, turning to run away back towards training. “Remember! Two volleys!”

From then on, every time they crossed paths during training, a new flirtation would unfold. A cheeky comment here, a smirk there. It didn’t take long for the rest of their teammates to catch on. Occasionally, they’d pass near each other during warm-ups, sharing inside jokes that made their teammates raise their brows.

Soon, the playful exchanges were picked up by fans on social media. Clips of them laughing together, or Anthony standing a little too close to Y/n during training, started circulating online. Dating rumors exploded. Comments speculating about a possible relationship between them filled Twitter, TikTok, and Instagram. Neither of them acknowledged the gossip, but privately, the rumors only made the connection between them more intense.

Weeks passed, and Newcastle United Women’s team found themselves in the final of the Women’s Champions League. Y/n had been instrumental throughout the competition, and the entire club rallied behind them, including the men’s team. The night of the final arrived, and the electric atmosphere in the stadium was palpable. The stands were packed, including Anthony Gordon, who sat with some of his teammates, nervously watching Y/n from the crowd.

Y/n had one of the games of her life, delivering an assist and scoring a crucial goal, leading Newcastle United Women to a thrilling 3-2 victory, crowning them champions of Europe. The moment the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted in cheers. Her teammates embraced one another, tears and laughter mixing in the emotional aftermath of their hard-fought victory.

As Y/n stood in the middle of the pitch, her heart pounding with adrenaline and joy, she spotted Anthony walking toward her, weaving through the celebrating crowd. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, grinning from ear to ear. “You were unreal out there!” He shouted over the cheers, his eyes shining with pride. Y/n smiled, her face flushed from the match and the moment. “Not bad, huh?”

They began walking together, Anthony’s arm still draped around her. But as they reached a quieter part of the pitch, something shifted. Anthony’s usual confidence seemed to waver, and he looked down, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “You know…” He started, his voice quieter now. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while.” Y/n turned to face him, her pulse quickening as she noticed the nervousness in his eyes. She felt the same fluttering she had during their first banter at training, but this time, it felt more real.

“What is it, Anthony?”

He looked away for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He took a step closer, his hand slipping from her shoulder to gently cup her face. Without another word, they both leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft but passionate kiss, the world around them fading away. For a brief moment, it was just the two of them, lost in the quiet confession they had both been holding back for so long.

When they pulled apart, still smiling, they were startled by the sound of cheers and whistles. Turning around, they realized the stadium cameras had caught the entire moment, broadcasting their kiss on the big screen for all to see. The crowd, including their teammates, erupted into even louder cheers.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” She smiled, leaning into his touch. “Well, you always have been the forward type.”

Anthony flushed, laughing nervously. “Guess we’re not keeping this a secret anymore.” Y/n grinned, her hand slipping into his. “I don’t think we ever were.”

[q-gorgeous]

It’s Not What It Looks Like!

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 1022

“It’s not what it looks like!” Danny spoke nervously, “I can explain.” @warvikwrites

more dash hehehe

Dash was following Fenton through the empty hallways. He was having a bad day and he needed to be near Fenton, but he didn’t know how to do that without beating him up. So, here he was, on the hunt. Waiting for the perfect time to strike. 

He followed Fenton down the hallway and watched as he walked up to a janitor’s closet. What was he going in there for? 

He opened the door and inside stood Danny Phantom. Dash walked up right behind them ready to start asking all sorts of questions when something he’s never seen Phantom do before happened. 

Phantom disappeared, but it looked like he morphed back into Fenton, like he was becoming one with him. It looked different than overshadowing though. Dash thought he remembered seeing the Wisconsin Ghost do something like this before. What was he doing again? He can’t remember. 

Then, Danny turned around to leave but he stopped moving when he saw Dash, his eyes widening. His mouth floundered for a moment before his words burst out of him. 

“It’s not what it looks like!” Danny spoke nervously. “I can explain.”

Dash was still gaping at him. How was that even possible? Did he really see what he just saw? 

“Phantom’s just overshadowing me!” Danny laughed nervously. “It’s part of our deal! I conceal him inside me, my parents think I’m ecto-contaminated, and he helps me get out of lockers when you stuff me in them!” 

What was it that Dash saw the Wisconsin Ghost do? When a ghost overshadowed someone they just sort of. Went into your body. What Phantom just did with Fenton was different. What was it?

“Now, I think it really is time that you beat me up. I gotta get back to class, there’s only one of me and that’s where I need to be so you should make it quick.”

Dash’s eyes widened. That was it. He’s seen the Wisconsin Ghost duplicate himself. When both his duplicates merged back together, that’s what it looked like. 

“You’re Phantom?” He whispered.

Fenton’s eyes widened even more. “What? No! How could I be Phantom? He’s dead.”

“But the way he merged into you. That’s what it looks like when duplicates merge back together.”

“What?” Danny looked taken aback. “How would you know what that looks like?”

“I pay attention to ghost fights when they’re happening!” Dash said. “They’re at the school, like, seventy five percent of the time. I gotta pay attention to something while I’m here and it might as well be the ghosts.”

“That doesn’t matter anyways. Phantom’s dead, I’m alive, it’s not possible.”

“Clearly it is! I just saw it with my own two eyes!” 

“No.” Danny ground out. “What you saw was Phantom overshadowing me. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Dash rolled his eyes. “How are you gonna prove that you and Phantom aren’t the same if you aren’t? Are you going to make another duplicate to pretend to be different people? That’s not really going to prove anything if I saw it happen already.”

Danny growled. He seemed to be giving up. “It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not because it’s none of your business. You bully me. I don’t have to say anything to someone who’s going to spread it around the whole school because they hate me.”

Dash’s heart beat faster in his chest. He couldn’t argue with that. It was the facade that he put on for the rest of the school. He had to convince both himself and the rest of the school that he hated Danny Fenton. So no one suspected a thing. But he had one caveat. 

“I don’t hate Phantom though.” 

Danny just stared at him. 

“Phantom’s so cool.” Dash continued, getting nervous. “He saves us all the time, he’s a superhero. He’s even got a costume! He’s really funny too. I could listen to his jokes all day.” 

“You do remember you were just arguing with me about how I’m Phantom, right? Why are you getting all day dreamy over there?” 

Dash felt his cheeks flush and his shoulders hunched up as he tried to think of an excuse. 

“Oh, I, uh, I don’t know. Phantom’s my role model and he’s just so cool. I look up to him- you, I mean. I just- Yeah.”

Danny stared at him for a moment before speaking. “That doesn’t change the fact that you hate Fenton though.”

Dash pressed his lips into a thin line. Maybe bullying Danny to try to hide his real feelings wasn’t the best method. It was making this discussion a lot harder to have. 

“What if I like Phantom more than I hate Fenton?” Dash asked, his voice getting squeaky at the end of his question.

“What does it matter?”

Dash groaned. “I’m not going to expose you to keep you safe. We all know what the GIW wants to do to you. What would we do without Phantom here to protect us? What would we do without Fenton?”

“You guys don’t even like Fenton. You would do just fine without that part of me.”

Dash sighed. “I like you a lot more than you think. I just have to keep up my image, you know?”

Danny scoffed. “Yeah, right. You’re probably just saying that because you just found out that I’m Phantom.”

“What, no. I’m trying to be honest here.”

“Whatever. I’m going back to class.” Danny walked past Dash down the hallway towards their class. “You better not tell anyone about this.”

“I already said I wouldn’t.”

Danny walked away without another response to Dash. Dash’s heart constricted but he knew why Danny didn’t believe him. He wouldn’t believe him either if the roles were reversed. 

Dash started following Danny again. He probably shouldn’t have followed him out of the classroom in the first place. Then everything would still be normal. But if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have had his eyes opened. 

Dash walked into the classroom and made eye contact with Danny when he walked through the doorway. Maybe he could get Danny to trust him. He had to try.

[matenrou-fan]

hi hi ! congrats on getting all those requests done:D

i habe a request for hypmic if its okay, could you write some headcanons on dating both samatoki and sasara at the same time? especially with the uh rough end to mad comic dialogue, i think it would be interesting having them getting along again and dating the same person. and if its not too much, maybe both sfw and nsfw headcanons for the threesome?

thank you !!❤️❤️ hope u have a great day btw !

Samatoki x reader x Sasara General HC (SFW + NSFW)

ooh hii star!! thank you for all your kind words <3 I wish you also have a great day!!! writing for poly is so fun and hard in the same time..

NBreader, fluff, swearing, just wholesome stuff;; also teasing, fingering, oral (giving/receiving), threesome;;

SFW:

-Fuck. Samatoki has no idea how he ended up in this shit. And the stupidest thing here is that he actually likes this shit.

-Let's be honest, he was feeling something for Sasara due to the Mad Comic Dialogue era. Even if they don't talk all this time he was still thinking about why his friend changed his behavior so suddenly back then.

-But now here he is. Not only talking with this airheaded clown but literally sharing his precious lover with him! Maybe it's a great opportunity to finally shed some light on the rough end of their duo.. But honestly all Samatoki can't think about is burning jealousy inside him.

-He would be so so envious in the beginning of this polyamorous relationship, as it's all kinda new for him and he still can't understand what he's feeling now.

-When Sasara is so chill about it..! Well if you love them both then why not? He's kinda open minded so he doesn't mind trying something like this.

-"Maybe back then me and Samatoki didn't work out together.." - he sighs, then this casual goofy smile appears on his lips - "But you know what they say? If at first you don't succeed, try triad again..!"

"The heck do you mean?! I'm gonna kill you..!" - Samatoki mumble with soft blush while you start laughing.

-Sasara will always try to cheer up Samatoki with jokes, reminding him of good old days when he annoyed Yakuza the same way. But now you are also here, helping comedian come up with new jokes.

-Your life has become a little bit more chaotic because now almost every day something funny is happening with you three and Sasara's terrible puns adding fuel to the fire.

-So you were a little afraid that Samatoki would soonly lose his patience and just leave you two but one situation changed your mind.

-You were on a little cute date in the library. Bad decision, really, especially how loud Samatoki can be and how Sasara can't keep his mouth shut for more than five minutes.

-So very soon the young Yakuza showed his hot temperament and accidentally hit one of the bookshelves, too angry. Various encyclopedias and journals fall down to your legs.

-"Woah, buddy! You have no shelf control…!" - Sasara whistled but you froze in place, thinking that it's gonna be the last step before Samatoki snapped. He looks at you two with the most angriest annoyance in his eyes, and then..

-.. he laugh. To your (and Sasara's) surprise he just burst out laughing, his pale face softened almost immediately and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks.

-You were kicked out of the library anyway. But as you walk away, Samatoki gets between you two and hugs you by shoulders, still with a wild smirk on his amused face.

-"Hehe, they're such sissies..! Don't let us have some fun.." - he mumbled while Sasara sigh nervously.

-"Aren't you the one who ruined everything..?" - you chuckle without malice but your boyfriend just scoffs.

-"Blame this funny fella, not me."

-He becomes more chill after that, and less jealous. After all, Samatoki can see that Sasara also really loves you and him and all his worries about being abandoned again disappeared.

-And honestly, it's hard to be angry at someone who shows his love and care with such goofiness. Brilliant comedians always have a bunch of half compliments - half puns about your appearance, or just some joke to light up your or Samatoki's mood.

-He's just so silly, you absolutely love to tease him a little. The way Sasara's face becomes hot and red when you interrupt his chatter with a sudden kiss is so cute. Extra points to his shyness if you do this in front of Samatoki who's now smirking at him, asking what's wrong.

-It goes in a circle - these two men teasing you, sitting on both sides of your trembling figure, kissing you passionately, arms roaming around your body, as they can stop to touching you, their pretty darling.. then you and Sasara keep making Samatoki blush with stupid jokes and quick sudden kisses there and there, your arms in his white hair while comedian stroking his trembling hands, and Samatoki tries to act like he's just annoyed, not embarrassed. But you two can hear how fast his heart beats.. And then, finally, you and Yakuza confuse this poor goofy man with more smooches and strokes, his face almost lit red when Samatoki kisses him roughly and you keep squeezing his waist. He even has no single thought or pun to calm down himself.

-But actually every one of you can say that two others enjoy that really much.

-People get so confused sometimes, when with one hand you hold such a cheerful and funny young guy, so many puns break out from his mouth.. when with another one you are holding such a big cold well-known member of Yakuza who keeps piercing at strangers who dare to look at you three strangely.

-But who's give a fuck when the main thing is that you all so happy now?

-You didn't expect but your relationship has become much softer and calmer now, as you three support each other. It even looks like Samatoki becomes more chill with you and Sasara around and Sasara looks more at ease now, as if he wants everything to be like that for a long time.. And your own confidence has risen as now you have not one, but two men who're always ready to listen to your vent and take care of all your problems.

-It's like a comeback of Mad Comic Dialogue, but only for you to see, darling. And for you to reward these boys..

NSFW:

-Your time in bed would be a little bit messy the first few times.

-Samatoki has a habit to get too passionate during sexy times and prefers some rough fast pounding when Sasara likes to be playful, teasing you for some time until you start begging in a whiny voice and only then give you some deep long thrusts.

-So you all have to talk a little first, before you want to have a threesome. And oh god you feel like it was a mistake.

-God know what these two were talking about when you were not with them, but now they both suddenly get down to you, Samatoki keeps your legs spread as Sasara starts teasing you with such light strokes to your crotch, sending tingles to your already heated core.

-You never saw them with such smuggy smirks, Sasara's jokes took such a playful mocking tone and Samatoki got along with that so quickly, also threw in a few teasing comments about your blushing face and pathetic gaze.

-Having one man go down to you is good, but two? It was the best orgasm in your life as you keep squirming around, voice so high pitched as you grasp sheets around you, almost tearing it from intensive pulsing waves of pleasure between your legs.

-Samatoki would like it if you would go down to him together with Sasara. He doesn't want to admit it but the view of these two blushing faces with needy eyes and hot tongues around his dick sends him to heaven. And vice versa, as Sasara also would like a double attention to his throbbing cock from his lovers, he quickly becomes a whiny moaning mess so you two need to hold his trembling legs tight while sucking him.

-And what do you think about trying to take them both, as you kneeling in front of two smirking men, both dicks in your hands as they cooed to you how good and obedient you are?

-If we start talking about oral, why don't you try the daisy chain too? Cause it would be such an interesting experience due to the fact that you all have different paces.

-And to the main act: most of time Samatoki is the one who's preparing you, his fingers so deep inside your wet hot hole while Sasara keep playing with your body, squeezing nipples and leaving hickeys on your collarbone (Samatoki doing the same on your thighs).

-The tower bridge, golden classic. Their favorite position, it doesn't matter who is in what place, as it's just perfect thing to have fun and pleasure to y'all in the same time.

-Sasara learn Samatoki to play with you longer and Samatoki learn Sasara to love fast and aggressive sex so now be prepared for a long night with these two men teasing you in such different but pleasuring ways..

[bonniebird]

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

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Request: Anonymous asked:Hi! Could I get Tyler Lockwood x Fem Reader with Because I'm in love with (Tyler). I love them. That's right. I love him. I love you, (Tyler) #Valentine2023 And please make it very fluffy and cute

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Don’t ruin the special day. You kept repeating in your mind. Over and over until it was all that you could focus on. At least almost all you could focus on.

You had tried to explain to your friend that you liked Tyler. That You and Tyler had been friends for years and you weren’t sure if you were ready to change the relationship. Confessing how you felt might mean losing him. The next thing you knew she was dating him. You told Caroline and Elena when they noticed that you were acting strange. Eventually Bonnie found out, who told Damon and then everyone knew. Sides were taken and lines were drawn out like some sort of battle. You’d all been invited over for dinner. A barbecue at your friend's house seeing as the weather had gotten warmer in the last few weeks. Try as you might, you couldn’t cope. Every time Tyler looked at you your pulse raised, and your heart fluttered. Every laugh and joke felt different than it had all those years growing up together. Every time the two of you interacted your friend was quick to push herself between the two of you. Caroline had to be taken aside by Stefan when she saw you and Tyler sitting together talking and your friend promptly dumped herself in his lap.

“She knew. She knew how (Y/N) felt!” Caroline hissed and Stefan tried his best to soothe her temper and calm her down. Tyler saw the commotion of you all flocking to Caroline. Matt stayed by the barbecue and tried his best to look as if he had no clue what was going on as Jeremy hurried over to talk to Tyler about something else.

“What… what’s going on with you guys?” Tyler asked nervously.

“It’s nothing.” Your friend said quickly.

“Nothing! Nothing. Oh, you better let me go right now!” Caroline snapped. Bonnie waved her hand through the air as if there was a bug flying around her while Damon pretended to be fighting off the bug too and Caroline became rooted to the spot. A split second of silence passed over the group. Then everyone started arguing. It was as if the pressure couldn’t hold anymore and everything erupted. You sighed and tried to leave before you had to talk to Tyler but he followed you. Your friend pulled on his arm but he caught up with you on his porch. Elena and Bonnie hurried after you both.

“What is your problem? Why would you ruin our lovely day like this?” your friend seethed out furiously. Bonnie put a hand out to stop Elena who looked ready to slap your friend and sighed as your face scrunched up with anger as you held in tears. 

“Because I'm in love with Tyler. I love him. That's right. I love him. I love you, Tyler.” You shouted. Tyler stared at you as if he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. “I told you! I can’t believe that you would… would…” You trailed off and gestured to them both.

“So you can like him and I can’t?” She snapped and crossed her arms.

“Funny how you only liked him after (Y/N) confided in you. Some friend.” Bonnie snapped and Elena looked as if she were trying not to laugh.

“So what? I stole him from you?” She asked in a tone of voice as if she thought you were being childish.

“I told you I was in love with Tyler. That I couldn’t live without him and I was scared telling him would change everything. I just… I can’t be around this.” You said quietly and started to leave. Bonnie headed inside while Elena hurried after you and everyone followed you out. They took you home and tried their best to cheer you up. Eventually only Caroline, Bonnie and Elena stayed while everyone else went home. 

“I can’t believe you almost murdered someone for me.” You said tearfully. Your head was on Elena’s shoulder while Bonnie hugged you from behind and Caroline lay across your legs on your bed with an old moving playing on the tv in the corner of your room.

“I wouldn’t call it murder.” Caroline muttered. You all giggled and she shrugged. “We are so not friends with her anymore.” 

“Yeah, no way. I’m sorry she did that.” Elena said quietly.

“I feel like she should have said something to you if she also liked him. You know.” Bonnie added and they all agreed. 

“You know he’s been outside this whole time right?” Caroline said suddenly when you all fell quiet again. You all got up and peeked through your curtains at the road. You could see Stefan leaning into the window of Tyler’s truck talking to him.

“Do you think he’ll come to the house?” You asked.

“Want us to send him away if he does?” Elena asked. You shrugged and sighed.

“I don’t know. Maybe we should talk about everything.” You said quietly and they hummed and muttered that they understood.

Tyler tags:

@the-caravello-post @killing-gremlin @aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18 @lchufflepuffcorn @gatefleet @savagemickey03 @kaitieskidmore1

[sunny6677]

Spooky Month: The Dating Sim

Part 21

(I'm mainly just doing this because it's fun to watch, but this is basically a spooky month interactive thing/poll which is kinda like a dating sim. Of course, only the adult characters can be your love interests. So do take that in mind.)

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You decided to offer your phone number so he could call you anytime something happened.

Kevin went quiet for a moment. You could feel his gaze upon you once more. He then spoke, "..really? I—I don't think you need to go that far for me. I don't want you to have to get wrapped up in everything that happens here..". He sounded somewhat solemn, but there was a faint hint of surprise in his tone.

With a reassuring smile, you said that you didn't mind helping him if he needed it. You said that he seemed like a good person, and that you didn't want him to go through much stress alone.

You looked at him. You could see his widened eyes. The curl of a slight smile tenderly beginning to brace the ends of the line on his mouth. It was as if a rush of bliss pulsed through him like it never had in his life before. Kevin then gave what looked to be a somewhat desperate grin. "Wo—Wow.. I.. thank you. I don't think anyone's really offered to help me this much.. I—"

He paused, and gave a sigh, collecting himself. "Th—Thanks so much, dude. I know we barely know eachother since we still met only like a few days ago.. but I really appreciate it."

You shook your head, smiling a little nervously. You had to admit, making weirdly good impressions on so many people at once except for a few people was overwhelming you a little. Maybe the town was just really friendly or something.

Regardless, you said that it was no problem. You then paused for a moment, and whipped out your phone. You then sighed, saying you didn't have any paper to write your number on, but that he could try copying your number into his contacts.

"O—Oh, sure.. I'll go ahead and clean these up first, though." Kevin replied. He looked back towards the few bars that were still on the ground, and began to keep putting them in the container. Not wanting him to do it all himself even if there was only a few, you tossed one bar into the container when he had picked up most of what had been left.

He then looked at you, smiling. "Al—Alright.. here." He pulled out his phone. "I'll try and copy it down the best I can.. the service here is kind of the only good thing about this place."

You couldn't help but smile at least a little at his joke, though something inside you felt a little bad. In times like this, he probably needed a distraction like his phone to cope with how much stress he was always dealt.

Going to his messages app, he tapped on the "Add A Contact" button. You went on your own messages app, and went to your own profile so you could show him your number. He looked at your screen, and smiled. In turn, you smiled back at him. You wondered if he smiled often whenever he wasn't stressed. You hoped that he did, at least. Him seeming genuinely happy was somewhat euphoric for you in a way. You wondered if his smile had the same effect on others as it did you.

He then began to slowly type your number in, looking upwards and glancing downwards occasionally. Then, with a few final clicks of the keyboard, he tapped a button. He then began to type again.

You received a notification from a number. You looked at the phone.

"Testing.", the message said. It was definitely Kevin. You knew that well. You smiled up at him, signaling that it worked. Kevin let out a nervous laugh, as if he hadn't been used to exchanging numbers with someone after knowing them for so little. Well.. then again, no one really was.

He then said, "..thanks again, dude. No one's really ever—"

The door opened. The two of you twisted your heads around to see who had just opened the door, only to see the figure of a woman walking in. She opened her mouth to speak with a smile, though upon noticing you two sitting on the ground together, she arched a brow in confusion.

Before you could speak, Kevin quickly said in a somewhat anxious tone, "So—Sorry, ma'am! We—we were just talking.. I'll get your order, okay? Heh.. heh.."

The woman only slowly said in response, "..uh.. okay."

She began to walk up to the counter. And Kevin let out a sigh. He then spoke to you directly in a low tone, "..sorry. I'll try to talk to you when I can, okay? My shifts not gonna be over until like an hour, so.."

You said that it was fine, and that you didn't mind. You quickly began to stand up, and reached out a hand so he could get up from the floor. Even if he didn't really need help, you knew that others would often feel nice even if the help they received wasn't really needed. You said with a smile that you could talk to him whenever he was available.

He looked up at you for a moment, as if in awe. A small smile formed on his face, and he then reached out a hand. Your hands both then intertwined, and you began to help him to his feet. He grunted a little as he was slowly raised to a standing position, and dusted his pants off slightly. You then slowly let go of his hand.

You said you would see him around.

He paused. "..ye—yeah. I'll see you around."

You smiled, and then began to walk away. Internally, you hoped that maybe tomorrow whenever you were done babysitting for Lila, that you could swing by and see him again. Since problems seemed so common at his work, he probably needed at least small forms of help. Perhaps if Lila's son liked candy, you could take him here.

Regardless, you headed outside into the cold. You started your car, got into the front seat, and shut your door.

You then began to drive home.

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Whenever you headed home, you parked in your driveway. It was still night out, the sky remaining speckled with stars. You could have sworn two stars in particular were shining rather brightly, and that they seemed rather close together.. almost like eyes or something.

Regardless, it didn't matter. You stopped your car, and opened your door. Slamming your feet onto the driveways concrete floor, you shut the door, and locked the car. You began to turn around to try and head into your house, but.. you heard a female voice and a male voice talking.

Out of curiosity, your head turned to where the voices were coming from. And then.. you saw what it was.

It.. it was that woman with darkish yellow or brown hair you bumped into earlier today. And right beside her was a man who looked around her age. He had a beard, and he seemed rather tall compared to her. He seemed to be mumbling something to her, most likely asking whether or not she was okay.

In reply, she answered, "..yeah, I'm fine."

Curiosity bubbled within you, yet at the same time, worry did as well. The woman was rubbing her head, most likely having either fell to the ground, or most likely having had bumped into something yet again. Though it probably wasn't a person. Maybe the man was somewhat hurt too? You didn't really know yourself.

[harlowcomehome]

Would they lie for you? :

A/N: Based off the tiktok trend where couples call their significant others best friend to see if they would lie for them. 

Layla is an original character- Y/Ns best friend.

“Sweetheart, do you want me to order food?” Jack was scrolling through his phone as he watched you check your fridge for the third time in the last hour.

“Are you getting hungry babe?” You and Jack were spending the day together at your place and you felt bad that you didn’t have many options for the two of you.

“Yeah, come sit with me and we can order something” he motioned for you to join him on the couch.

You walked over to him, immediately snuggling into him, his arm resting on your shoulder as he scrolled through Postmates with his other hand. The two of you had a late start to your day, having woken up later than usual but you didn’t mind the lazy Sunday inside.

Once you finally agreed on lunch you were searching for a movie to watch while Jack scrolled tiktok, coming across a video trend he had continuously seen on his for your page.

“I want to do this with Layla” he snorted handing you his phone to watch. He watched your facial expression as the video played, hoping you’d find the humor in it too.

“I’ll call Urban and you can call Layla.” You smiled, knowing without a doubt your best friend would have your back.

Jack's eyes grew wide, the joke was no longer funny to him. He did not doubt in his mind that Urban would lie for him, and he didn’t want that to cause an issue so early on in your relationship.

“Maybe we shouldn’t” he nervously chuckled, focusing his energy back on finding a movie to watch.

You wasted no time, taking your phone out of your pajama shorts, and putting it on speaker, calling Urban before Jack could protest anymore.

“Babe!” He warned as you rushed to shush him.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” Urban sounded like he had just woken up too, and was noticeably confused as to why you’d be calling him.

“Hey Urb! Jack told me the two of you were shooting today, but I can’t get a hold of him. I just wanted to make sure he was there with you still?” You muted the phone, as you could barely hold back your giggle as Jack leaned in to hear Urban's response.

“Yeah, I had to stop by the film studio to get a different type of roll so I’m not with him right now. Have you tried to call him?” Urban was scrambling to come up with a reason you couldn’t talk to Jack in the moment.

Jack turned rosy red, somewhat embarrassed that his best friend had come up with such an elaborate lie within seconds.

“Oh okay, so you’re not with him right now? But you were earlier today?”

Urban paused for a second, dragging out the only word he said in response “Yeah.”

“Okay, well thanks Urb! I’ll keep trying his phone then.”

“Yeah, he’s probably just in the middle of something, don’t worry about it” he tried to sound convincing as you two hung up the phone.

Both you and Jack giggled, as you nudged him with your shoulder. “Wow! I guess Urb is a real one huh? I mean at least to you!”

Jack didn’t even get to reply before his phone started to vibrate and the look of shock came over the both of you as you saw Urban was calling Jack now.

“Answer! Answer!” You impatiently repeated yourself as Jack put the phone on speaker, motioning for you to stay quiet.

“Dude- where the fuck are you at?” Urban sounded beyond stressed, worried he didn’t quite sell it enough to you just moments ago.

“What do you mean? I told you where I was staying last night” Jack tried to play coy, but he was already on the verge of laughter.

“No, because y/n thinks you’re with me mother fucker, and if she finds out we lied she’s going to be pissed.”

“Oh shit- Did she call you?” Jack let out a brief crack in his voice and Urban knew him too well and immediately caught on.

“You both fucking suck!” Urban laughed making the two of you howl with laughter. “I didn’t want any smoke from either of you, had my heart fucking racing and shit!”

“Yeah, Urb! Now I know you’d lie for him! Mhm!” You teased making them both laugh harder.

“That's my best friend! Nah, call Layla! I know she’s covering for you too!”

“Wait, do you know this trend?” You leaned over Jack's shoulder closer to the phone so Urban could hear you.

“Hell no! Is this a fucking tiktok thing? Goodbye!!” Urban hung up immediately and you and Jack couldn’t help but uncontrollably laugh, tears coming from your eyes.

“Baby! You’re not very good at this” you giggled, wiping his face as you both continued to giggle with one another.

“I just can’t help it! I want to laugh” he threw his hands up only making you lean into him as you tried to catch your breath.

“Your voice cracked and Urban immediately knew!”

“Yeah that means not a good liar” he smugly replied earning an eye roll from you, “Should I sound mad? Like try and sound pissed when I call Layla?”

“Yes! Sound like frantic, like you’ve been looking for me!” You knew Layla would likely follow in Urban's footsteps but now you were curious.

Jack sat up straight on the couch, closing his eyes and trying to get into character before dialing Layla's number.

“Jack? What's up?” Layla was confused, wondering if Jack was up to something because he never called her unless he was.

“I was hoping you could tell me” Jack tried to channel an annoyed tone as he spoke into the phone.

“What’s wrong?” Layla was already putting Jack on speakerphone to text you.

“Y/N left early this morning. She said you needed help at work but I haven’t heard from her since. Is she still with you?” He muted the phone trying to collect himself as the both of you fought the urge to be serious.

“Of course! She's been helping all morning, why? You don’t trust her or something?” Layla wasn’t sure what to do in the moment so her initial reaction was to be defensive.

“She just isn’t answering my calls and I drove by and didn’t see her car. Matter of fact- Can you hand her the phone?” Jack turned his head to the side, holding back the laugh that wanted to erupt from deep within him.

“I’m in the bathroom actually. When I get out I’ll go get her.” Layla panicked unsure why she chose that lie specifically before abruptly hanging up on Jack.

“Not her pretending she’s shitting” Jack snorted making the both of you let out an ugly laugh as your phone started to ring.

“Answer! Answer!” Jack mimicked your same reaction in a high-pitched voice earning an eye roll from you as you answered the phone.

“Girl- did Jack just call you?” You tried to sound panicked as you shuffled things around you to create noise.

“Yes? Where are you? If you needed me to cover a heads up would’ve helped!” Layla sounded panicked now matching your energy. “He said he drove by my job!”

“I messed up Layla. I don’t know what to do” You tried your best to sound dramatic before muting the phone, Jack was intently listening to Layla's reaction on the other end of the phone.

“Now I know you’re both not doing this dumb tiktok trend to me right now because you love that man and-“You immediately took her off speaker and told her it was a prank before hanging up.

You turned to Jack feeling your entire face and neck growing warmer by the second, he wore a big smug smile on his face and before he could speak there was a knock on your front door.

“Oh look! Postmates!” You nervously stood up, rushing to the door as Jack kept his eyes on you. Only thinking to himself, how much he loved you too.