#like yep that my new bestie alright

[starliteonearth]

Love how once Elphaba and Glinda become friends their dynamic is basically this

[the-iceni-bitch]

Always Living in the Final Hour

Summary: Bachelor and bachelorette weekend shenanigans with the (almost) quadrouple.

Words: ~5.5k

Relationship(s): Ransom Drysdale x Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale x Ari Levinson x female!reader, Jake Jensen x female!reader (platonic - for now), little peeks at the quadrouple to come y’all.

Warning: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, m receiving oral sex, rimming, feminization), established relationships, secrets revealed, mentions of homophobia, misunderstandings, they’re all cute and dumb and in love, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: I love them so much 😭

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You grinned when you heard the knock at your hotel room door, finishing putting your earrings in and adjusting your tits in your dress before pulling the door open and beaming at Jake.

“Hey… wow, look at you!” He gave you his own smile when he got a look at you, spinning you around then pulling you into a warm embrace once he’d taken you in. “You look amazing, you’re a fucking bombshell.”

“Shut up, you’re so fucking cute.” You giggled when he kissed you on the cheek, playing with the edge of his shirt and kissing him back before dragging him out the door. “Is everyone ready to go!”

“Yep, just waiting on your fine ass.” Jake laughed and smacked your ass playfully as you made your way to the elevator, giving you a mocking pout when you turned around and slapped his chest in retaliation before chewing on his lip with a bit of residual anxiety. “You’re really sure it’s okay for me to be here? They’re your friends and I’m just… some dude.”

“Yeah, some dude who’s sucked the same dick I have and is a giant sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes and dragged him after you onto the elevator, leaning against his chest and winding your fingers through his affectionately. “Plus, we’re officially besties after that skinny dipping incident.”

“Skinny dipping? I told you, I thought I walked through a spider web!” He tickled you and laughed when you pinched his cheek. “Felt like I had the creepy crawlies all over me. No one made you take your clothes off, weirdo.”

“That’s true, but I love being naked, and don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it!” You let him give you a tight hug and lift you off your feet once the doors opened to the lobby, waving at your group and laughing when they cheered as they spotted you. “So since we’ve seen all of each other, and spilled our guts over wine, and we’re best friends, you have to be at my bachelorette party, no arguments, blondie. Alright bitches! We doing any bars or going straight to the strip clubs?”

“Oh shit, is this what you use to fuel your jet, Levinson?” Ransom coughed after downing the shot Ari had handed him, frowning when the larger man just chuckled around his cigar and reached over to squeeze his thigh. “Is it even safe for me to smoke after drinking that?”

“It’s fine, don’t be a baby.” Ari grinned even wider when Ransom smacked his hand away, waving down the waitress to bring another bourbon for the groom. “Stick to your boring brown liquor, Drysdale. And just one more cigar, think your boys are getting antsy.”

“What? Oh my god.” Ransom rolled his eyes when he he looked towards where the frat boys were gathered, waving dismissively when Logan gestured meaningfully at his watch. “Yeah, go! We’ll meet you there. Ridiculous.”

“Mmhm, well, I think they were planning on there being a lot more strippers by this point.” Ari watched them leave before taking the new drinks from the waitress, giving her a large bill and winking at her when she smiled at him before shrugging when Ransom gave him a look. “What?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Ransom almost inhaled his scotch when Ari cooed sympathetically and scooted closer to him, letting out a delighted laugh when he placed his hand very high up on his thigh and leaned close to nuzzle at his jaw. “Ari! You’re such a whore!”

“And you’re so jealous, poor baby.” Ari bit Ransom’s ear gently before sliding his hand even higher, squeezing Ransom’s thigh and purring when the man whined and leaned into his touch. “I'm so sorry, pretty boy, you deserve all the attention, you’re getting married after all. Gonna have such a pretty wife to spoil you and treat you nice like you deserve.”

“Fuck, you know how worked up I get when anyone calls her my wife, you teasing bastard.” Ransom downed the rest of his drink and growled before turning to face Ari, practically crawling into the man’s lap when he finally slid his hand up to cup his bulge as he smashed their lips together. “I’m going to marry her, god she’s so fucking perfect.”

“You’re both perfect, shit.” Ari groaned when Ransom rocked his hips and sucked on Ari’s bottom lip, standing quickly and pulling the younger man with him before he had a chance to protest. “Don’t give me that look, I don’t wanna lose my membership to this place just because we’re both sluts. We’re gonna finish in the car.”

“Yeah, that’ll work.” Ransom whined when Ari pressed him against the side of the car and kissed him hungrily, letting him throw him into the backseat once he got the door open and yanking him on top of his body when they started to drive away. “We don’t even have time to do anything.”

“Nonsense, we have plenty of time.” Ari pulled Ransom’s knees around his hips and molded their lips together, humming when he felt his hard cock pressed against his own and ground into him. “We’re both nice and worked up, pretty sure I can get one out of you, you’re easy.”

“‘M not… shit.” Ransom tossed his head back and gasped when Ari pressed into him harder, whimpering when he felt his beard scratching against his throat as he licked that spot that drove him crazy and he rolled his hips up to meet him. “Yeah, okay. Just don’t stop.”

“Mmm, never sweet boy.” Ari sucked on the hinge of Ransom’s jaw and moaned when he felt the other man’s cock twitching through his slacks, increasing the speed of his hips and squeezing Ran’s waist when the man ran his fingers through his hair. “Give it to me, honey, just want you to enjoy your party.”

Ransom sobbed when Ari curled his hand around his neck and squeezed lightly, his body arching off the back seat as he yanked on the older man’s hair while his cock throbbed and pulsed while he came all over the inside of the pretty red panties you’d insisted he wear. He felt Ari’s cock twitching as well and grinned when the other man purred against his neck and licked his throat, at least until he heard the click of a camera shutter and slapped Ari’s shoulders while he laughed softly.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ransom pouted and turned his face away when Ari tried to kiss him again, leaving the man to press his lips to his cheek and huffing when he saw him texting someone. “You sending that to her?”

“She said she wanted regular updates, and I think the first orgasm of the night is something she’d want to know about.” Ari shoved his phone back in his pocket and gripped Ransom’s chin, forcing his gaze back to him and giving him a sly smile as he rubbed their noses together. “Now quit being a brat and kiss me.”

Ransom couldn’t help but giggle when Ari suckled on his bottom lip before sliding his tongue into his mouth, winding his arms around his neck and sighing softly as he melted into the kiss. He had never been happier about his choice for best man, a weekend of sex with Ari interspersed with drinking and smoking and luxury clubs really was the perfect way to celebrate his pending nuptials. There wasn’t a thing he could think of that would ruin his good time, except maybe…

“What took you so…” both of them froze when the door opened and they were suddenly face to face with Logan, Ransom trying to decide between shoving Ari off and denying everything or just burying his face in the bear’s neck to hide. “What in the actual fuck, Drysdale?!”

You screeched happily when Jake whispered a filthy joke in your ear after you pointed out the gorgeous man across the dance floor who had been eyeing him, slapping his chest and biting his ear when he picked you up and spun you around. Once the song was over your whole group made its way back to your booth to do even more shots before heading to the strip club, the rest of the women just rolling their eyes and teasing you every time you and Jake got a little affectionate, mostly because whenever they did he turned absolutely pink and tried to splutter out an explanation, which was completely adorable. They were all totally in love with him, especially after he almost punched some asshole who didn’t want to take the hint that none of you were interested in doing body shots with him when he called you a bunch of drunk cunts. Of course, what actually ended up happening was you all dog piled the douche bag and managed to get in a few good licks before Jake finally pulled all of you off and herded you out of the bar while you screamed obscenities back at the chauvinist that made Jake crack up as soon as he was sure you were all okay, but after that every single one of you was officially in love with him.

“No, I can’t have tequila!” He was all pink again when you rested your head on his shoulder and gave him a messy grin as you held the shot in front of his face. “I really can’t, or I might actually go over there and ask that guy to smack me in the face with his dick.”

“You should, he’s hot!” You squealed and clapped happily when he took the shot from you with a cute little grumble and slammed it down. “C’mon, let’s go hook you up.”

“No, bombshell, no!” He laughed when you pouted at him when he refused to budge, pulling you close and tweaking your nose as he pulled you with the group towards the exit even as he started to feel warm and loose from the tequila. “This is your night, I’m not going to abandon you just to hook up with some, admittedly beautiful, random guy.”

“You’re so sweet, blondie.” You settled in his lap after you all climbed into the limo, letting out a drunk hiccup and walking your fingers across his broad chest with a hum. “I’m gonna find you a boyfriend, though. Gimme my phone, wanna see if my puppy is having a good time.”

Jake rested his cheek on the top of your head and chuckled while you played with his shirt absentmindedly, ignoring the chatter from the rest of the group as he reached into your purse and grabbed your phone. He didn’t mean to look at the screen, he really didn’t, but the picture came up and he couldn’t help it, his face blanching immediately as he slapped the phone down against the seat and tried to avoid looking at you.

“Jakey? What’s up?” You frowned when he just shook his head at you and pressed his mouth in a thin line. “Is something wrong? Give me my phone.”

“I ca… I can’t.” He was struggling to come up with a good reason he couldn’t give it to you, the tequila was getting to him. “It must have fallen out of your purse at the club.”

“What? Jake, I saw you pull it out of my purse.” Now you were annoyed, why was he being so sneaky all of a sudden? “Lemme see.”

“I can’t… shit!” He cursed himself when you managed to move faster than he thought you could and snatched the phone out of his grip, trying to wrestle it away from you and failing when you somehow pinned him to the seat and sat on his chest. “Baby, it’s nothing, don’t look at it!”

“What the fuck are you on about?” You ignored his continued protests as you unlocked your screen and pulled up your texts. “There’s nothing here. Why are you so worried?”

“Nothing? Ran is cheating on you!” He clapped his hand over his mouth as soon as he said it, shaking his head when you gave him a very aggressive glare and all the other conversations on the limo stopped and suddenly your friends were all screaming about how they were going to kick that pretty boy’s ass.

“God, you’re all so fucking dramatic, calm down!” You had to start chucking ice at all of them when they started pulling up their phones to send threats to your fiancé, still staring daggers at Jake, even though there was no way you could stay mad at him, he was just trying to protect you. “Ransom is not cheating on me. It’s Ari!”

“Who cares who it is, I’m going to cut that man’s balls off!” Taylor dodged the plastic cup you threw at her as she kept cursing.

“No, I mean… thanks for this blondie.” Jake at least looked slightly embarrassed. “We’re kinda, sorta, but not totally, in a poly thing with the sex god.”

That shut all of them up, Jake’s eyes bugging out of his head as he stared at you while the rest of your friends just gave you blank looks that made you a little nervous. You had never planned on making this part of your relationship public, but here you were. You hoped Ran’s night was going better.

“It’s not a big deal!” Ransom felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest as he avoided the stares of his friends, all of whom looked very upset with him. “Nothing happened!”

“Oh, right!” He wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole, or that he could just go back to the hotel with Ari and spend the rest of the weekend letting him fuck every thought out of his head, instead of being stuck with all his friends scolding him in some strip club for hooking up with a guy. “That’s why you were both sporting pants tents and trying to suck each other’s faces off.”

“You boys need to calm down.” Ari rolled his eyes when they gave him nasty looks, sighing when he tried to put an arm around Ransom to comfort him and the man practically cowered. “I’m not gonna put up with any of your homophobic bull shit towards him, so lock it up.”

“What? Homophobic?” Dylan had the sense to at least look slightly embarrassed. “Who give a fuck about that, he’s cheating on his fiancée?”

“Yeah, news flash, we all know you’re bi, Drysdale.” Chaz shot a glare at Logan when he looked like he was thinking of making a joke. “No one cares.”

“You know?” Ransom hated how small his voice sounded, letting Ari put an arm around him this time and blowing out a shuddering breath when he leaned into the man without thought. “How?”

“Sloane told us, was trying to get all of us to dump you so she could make you totally dependent on her, like we’d leave you alone with that bitch. We’ve been waiting for you to come out for years.” Dylan shoved Logan when he started to open his mouth again. “But how could you do this to your girl, Ran, you’re fucking lost for her? You realize that all of our girls will kill us if they find out you cheated on her?”

“Alright, let’s all just relax.” Ari decided to take over since Ransom looked like he’d just been hit by a brick wall, pulling his phone up and scrolling up through the group chat. “No one is cheating.”

“Oh, and what would you call it?” Dylan took Ari’s phone and scowled as he looked at the screen, his expression melting into one of confusion as he read all the texts you sent about how pretty Ransom looked when he was choking on Ari’s dick and how much you loved both of them. “Huh.”

“What?” Chaz took the phone when Dylan handed it to him, blowing out a deep breath that had Ransom burning his face in his hands as he groaned and leaned into Ari even more. “Alright then. Are you… happy?”

Ransom just nodded, his growl drowned out by Ari’s when they heard Logan choke on a laugh once he got a look at the texts, Ari snatching the phone out of his hand when he started to scroll through the messages like a damn snoop. Everyone looked massively uncomfortable as all of them just stared at each other, Ransom chewing on his lips until Ari gripped his chin and tugged his mouth open with his thumb.

“Jesus Christ, everyone is so fucking uptight.” Logan rolled his eyes after a few minutes of awkward silence, leaning forward and clapping Ransom on the shoulder then snorting when the man jumped. “Look, Drysdale, I’m just happy that even though you’re getting married you’re still kind of a man whore. So why don’t we all get over this little misunderstanding and hit that gay strip club down the block. Apparently, they have a special on body shots with their dancers. I bet they’ll love you two.”

“So all three of you sleep together?” You rolled your eyes when you nodded in answer to the question for what felt like the tenth time, glad that no one was talking about castrating your future husband at least. “Is… are you guys marrying Ari too?”

“No! Oh my god.” You groaned and gave Jake a look when he kept rubbing your shoulders, he felt absurdly guilty about blabbing and you’d had to spend a good five minutes listening to him apologize. “Ransom and I are in love, and we love Ari, but as our absolute best friend who we also sleep with… a lot. Can we just go enjoy the strippers, please? And thanks so much for helping me explain things, Anne.”

“This is so not on me, you could’ve been up front about your little throuple situation.” Your maid of honor just laughed when you snarled at her. “Yeah yeah, you don’t want to define it, whatever. I’ll buy you a lap dance.”

“Fine, you’re all buying me lap dances!” They finally seemed to be able to move past their initial shock, letting out some light cheers when you stopped in front of the club and all started to climb out until they were eventually giggling when they thought about doing more shots. “I wanna be covered in body glitter and smell like Viva La Juicy by the time we leave. Can I have my phone now, blondie? Want to actually check on the boy toy.”

“Yeah.” Poor Jake had been beet red for the past five minutes, only getting even redder when you kissed his cheek and gave his shoulder a squeeze when he handed your phone back to you. “I’m really sorry, again.”

“Jake, I can’t stay mad at you, so please stop apologizing.” You wound your arm through his and leaned your head on his shoulder, smiling when he pressed his cheek against your forehead and let out a deep breath as he handed you your phone. “You’re my bestie blondie, people would’ve found out anyway, though I will admit it would have been nice if it hadn’t been a surprise. Now, go find me all the pretty twunk strippers, okay?”

He gave you a shy smile before walking away to find you a dancer, still blushing all cute and being his adorable self in a way that was sure to endear him to everyone. You just shook your head fondly as you pulled up your texts, chuckling to yourself and leaning against the bar while you texted Ransom that he did not have to worry about your bridal party castrating him, and that he should enjoy getting turned inside out by his boyfriend and you loved him more than anything.

The sheer amount of alcohol Ransom managed to consume at the marathon of strip clubs had helped him calm down, and being able to just be open now about who he was and what he wanted. Plus, Ari. Ari was always there and the feeling of his hands on Ransom’s body and the occasional brush of his lips against his cheek had pulled any residual stress right out of him, and also gotten him stupidly turned on. The man was a menace. Which was why the two of them had stayed in the bar of Ari’s hotel after the rest of the frat boys went back to their rooms, Ransom leaning on Ari’s shoulder and playing with his hair while he begged him to do all sorts of nasty things to him.

“Baby, you’re so worked up, goddamn.” Ari gave him a sly grin when Ransom whined in his ear, unable to fight the urge he always had to be a giant tease. “Not even sure you could really handle me doing everything you want right now, might make you black out before we have any real fun.”

“Please? Just wanna feel your mouth on my pussy.” Ransom was feeling so warm and buzzed after all the champagne and whiskey he’d consumed through the whole night, nuzzling into Ari’s neck and giggling when he almost spat out his scotch.

“Your what?!” The man hissed low enough that Ransom could barely hear him over the noise of the hotel bar, moaning when the older man gripped the back of his neck and forced his gaze to his as he chewed on his lip. “Your girl know you talk like this, boy?”

Ransom’s knees almost buckled at the low growl of ‘boy’ against his lips, grabbing the front of Ari’s shirt to keep himself upright and whining as his cock throbbed in his soft silk panties.

“You mean Daddy?” Ransom purred when Ari’s pupils somehow blew even wider, only a thin ring of ice around deep black pools he could lose himself in while the bearded man grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. “Daddy loves when I talk about my little pussy. She tells me how pretty it is and how sweet it tastes when it’s all wet and crying for cock. Don’t you wanna taste, sir?”

“Christ, come on.” Ari dragged Ransom after him towards the elevator with a yelp as he basically manhandled the younger man, shoving him inside when the doors opened and pressed the front of his body against his as Ransom panted desperately. “Gimme your phone, gonna check in with your… fuck… your daddy and make sure we’re not stepping over some kind of line.”

Ransom stamped his foot and pouted when Ari started dialing your number, trying to kiss him and whining when the larger man shoved him off and forced him to be still with a hand on his throat.

“Gorgeous?” Ari ignored the way Ransom was trying to grind his hips into him as he leaned him against the wall while the lift headed to the penthouse, frowning at the man while he waited for you to head somewhere quiet. “Your boy’s been drinking a little bit and running that mouth of his. Wanted to check in. Yeah? One second.”

“Puppy?” Ransom purred when Ari put his phone on speaker and the sound of your voice washed over him, making him feel all warm and syrupy as Ari just gave him a curious look. “Baby, you feeling all sweet?”

“Yeah Daddy.” Ransom sighed as he sank into the wall, already feeling his cock starting to leak as he thought about how worked up you probably were after whatever you’d been doing tonight. “Miss you, just wanted sir to give me his fat cock to tide me over a little.”

“That right, pup?” Your voice was low and mixed perfectly with Ari’s deep growl at being called sir, making Ransom’s eyes roll back in his head and his tongue feel like it was too thick for his mouth all of a sudden. “Want him to feed your hungry little pussy?”

“Oh, please.” Ransom could hardly breathe when Ari’s whole body pressed against his, feeling the heavy weight of his dick grinding against his hip as he clutched desperately at his waist. “Need it.”

“You’re lucky Daddy doesn’t mind sharing that pretty little cunt, sweet boy. And that I love spoiling my puppy.” You could tell Ransom was gone from the desperate mewl you heard over the phone, grinning to yourself as you started addressing your ex who sounded like he was heading towards his own kind of lost with the heady growl he let out. “Ari?”

“Yeah?” Ari hummed as he ran his nose over Ransom’s, cupping the man’s jaw softly as they exchanged breath while he dipped his tongue between his parted lips.

“Wreck him.” You chuckled when you heard a feral snarl before the sounds of messy kissing traveled over the phone, squirming a little when you pictured the scene that must be unfolding as Ari prepared to devour your sweet boy. “And make sure you take video!”

“Mmhm.” Ari’s grumbled reply was all he could get out before he was hanging up the phone and burying a hand in Ransom’s hair, sliding the other down his body until he could grab his ass and jiggle it before giving it a good smack.

Ransom was a mewling, keening mess by the time the elevator doors opened to the penthouse, panting desperately and flushed and having difficulty keeping his feet when Ari started shoving him back towards the bedroom. The man had been right, he felt like he was going to explode just from the rough kisses and greedy touches, he was probably going to go into a coma once they got to the good stuff.

“You want me to eat that pretty little pussy, boy?” Ransom yelped when Ari threw him onto the bed after stripping him out of his clothes in a rush while he pulled out his phone to start filming, growling at the sight of the younger man in nothing but his feminine little wine red thong. “Show it to me.”

Ransom whimpered as he turned slowly onto his stomach while Ari watched, making a show of arching his back while he drew his knees up to his chest until he was basically presenting for the older man. He bit his lip and peeked over his shoulder when he heard Ari let out an appreciative groan at the sight of him sliding the thin strip of fabric to the side while he spread his cheeks, giggling when he strode forward and grabbed his hip harshly with his free hand.

“Christ, look at that.” Ari purred when Ransom moaned at the feel of him spitting right on his twitching skin, his pretty hole winking for the camera while he keened when Ari slapped his ass hard. “No wonder your Daddy’s so happy all the damn time, you fucking spoil her with this shit, don’t you?” Ari let out a grunt when Ransom’s only response was a thin mewl, setting the camera on the end table so it had a good view of that sweet ass as he kneeled behind Ransom. “Let’s give her a good show, yeah?”

He didn’t have any chance to prepare before Ari was burying his face between his cheeks, the older man growling against his skin as he dragged his tongue all over his fluttering hole before sucking on it lewdly. The scrape of his teeth over his soft skin had Ransom’s eyes falling closed, his back arching more as he ground his ass back against Ari’s face and let out soft needy sounds.

Ari loved how fucking desperate Ran got when he was drunk, could truly understand why you called him puppy when he was whining and wiggling and begging him to keep going. Ransom stretched his arms above his head and keened when Ari leaned back and spat on him again, rubbing his cheek against the comforter when he nipped at his clenching hole before pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over his ass.

When he ducked lower to suck on his balls, Ransom knew he was going to explode, his breath coming in shallow pants as his cock twitched where it was pinned against his abs by the band of his panties. Then he shoved a finger from each hand inside him and yanked him open so he could spit inside him and Ransom could feel tears leaking down his cheeks, his precum running down his abs like a faucet when Ari pushed his tongue inside him and started fucking him with it.

Ransom whined obscenely when he finally came, his toes curling as Ari’s tongue kept punching into his fluttering hole while the older man groaned appreciatively. He could feel his cum soaking the front of his panties and abs as his cock twitched slowly, another shiver traveling up his spine when the older man gave his balls a harsh squeeze before he rose up on his knees.

“That’s it honey, such a good fucking boy.” Ari grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread Ransom wide, purring at the sight of his pretty hole twitching and winking at him while he just panted into the mattress. “Look at that pretty little pussy, so fucking wet and needy, making a mess all over this bed. Think I should make you squirt, boy?”

“Oh god, please.” Ransom’s eyes rolled back in head when he felt Ari’s thick cock slap against the curve of his ass, keening when he hooked his thumb into his ass and pulled. “Fuck me, sir, fill my tight little pussy up til it’s leaking. Wanna feel you for the rest of the weekend.”

“Yeah, you want it bad?” Ari grabbed Ransom by his throat and yanked him up until his chest was pressed to his back, biting his ear harshly until the younger man started grinding desperately against him. “Want me to fuck this sweet little cunt raw until she’s gaping and ruined? Let’s hope we don’t piss your daddy off, she’d kick both our asses.”

That was all the warning Ransom had before Ari shoved his hips forward and impaled him on his cock, all the breath getting pushed out of his lungs as every muscle in his core spasmed at the sudden intrusion. Ari shoved his fingers in his mouth and groaned in his ear while he started driving into him, nuzzling at his cheek as he set a vicious pace and his other hand dug into his waist.

It was taking all his focus not to black out, he felt like he was getting ripped in half in the best way. Every thrust had Ari’s dick dragging over his swollen prostate, Ransom letting out small yelps each time his hips slapped against his ass while he drooled all over his chin and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Ransom squealed when Ari pulled out of him in a rush and flipped him over, grabbing his knees and holding himself open as the larger man lined himself up again. He groaned when Ari slammed back into him, arching his back to meet each punch of his hips and whining when his cock started leaking all over his abs.

“God, you’re already a fucking mess, honey.” Ari leaned over him and cupped his cheek gently, a sharp contrast to the way his hips were definitely going to be leaving bruises on his ass. “You gonna make an even bigger one? Gonna squirt all over yourself while I fill this pretty little pussy?”

“Yes sir.” Ransom gasped when Ari ground into his ass, humming when he shoved his fingers into his open mouth and swirling his tongue around them. “Please, fill my pussy.”

Ari grinned down at Ransom as he kept sucking on his fingers, cooing when he yelped at Ari grabbing his cock through his panties. The harsh contact was all he needed to come with a sharp cry, his whole body spasming wildly as he came so hard it almost hit him in the face. He kept shivering when Ari curled over him and sank his teeth into his jaw, tears leaking down his cheeks as warmth spread from his core while Ari pumped his cum into him.

“Mmm, such a messy boy.” Ari gave him a soft kiss before straightening up, biting his lip and purring when he got a look at his cum dribbling out of Ransom’s swollen and abused hole. Ransom just hummed as he sank further into the mattress, running his hands lazily over his cum covered torso while Ari grabbed the phone. “C’mon honey, show your Daddy how pretty you look then we’ll get you cleaned up.”

Ransom managed to arch his back all pretty while Ari took his picture and sent it to you, all happy and fuzzy as he floated in the warmth of post-orgasmic bliss. He was vaguely aware of Ari relaying that you said you wanted to lick your pretty puppy clean before he let his eyes fall closed. Damn, he felt so fucking good. The only thing that could have made it better was if you were actually there with them. Maybe he could convince you to convince Ari to come on the honeymoon so he could get it from both ends.

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“besties” | c. mcward

cole mcward x !hughes sister

a/n: sorry that the ending is rushed! I’ve had this in the drafts for months but here it is also got a jack insta edit coming soon!

made this for @starsandhughes 🫶🏻

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ynhughes trip to van was a need🤟❤️

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colemcward boo you stink jack.

ynhughes ^

jackhughes don’t agree with him!

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lhughes_06 why are you guys posing with a dog? who’s dog is that?😭

ynhughes erm found her on the side of the road!

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lhughes_06 you guys kidnapped the dog didn’t you?.

ynhughes not exactly!

lhughes_06 not exactly? do tell

ynhughes erm sorry I’ll die in those trenches.

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_quinnhughes no I won’t!

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_quinnhughes she can skip it.

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_quinnhughes alright got it sorry mom!

tylerduke so anybody find it weird that it’s all cole on the top?

ynhughes what?? no it’s not all cole on the top, there’s also me!

lhughes_06 stop that is pretty weird, anything you need to tell us y/n.

jackhughes yeah is there??

_quinnhughes guys stop there’s nothing going on with them

ynhughes yeah what quinn said, cole and I are just certified besties🤟

colecaulfield yeah “besties”

ynhughes shut up cole!

jackhughes COLE WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!

colecaulfield nothing!

jackhughes expect Luke and I at your door tomorrow, already bought flight tickets.

ynhughes better change your locks. (cause of my brothers but also me.)

colecaulfield if anybody needs me I’ll be on a flight to disclosed location where y/n can’t find me and where the three brothers can’t either.

ynhughes bold of you to assume I can’t find you, you’re currently booking a flight for Japan

colecaulfield I’m terrified of you.

colemcward

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colemcward finally can post my favorite photos of my girl, I love you so much thank you for the visit and the dates (I beat her at hockey and she won’t admit it!)

tagged ynhughes

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ynhughes he’s lying nobody beats me at hockey(just ask matthew or brady! they’ll tell you the truth )

matthew.tkachuk she’s right nobody beats her

colemcward lame you could’ve taken my side!

matthew.tkachuk and get hit with her hockey stick during games? I’m good you’re on your own during this one kid

jackhughes ahem @/_quinnhughes quoting you “guys stop there’s nothing going on with them” how stupid do you feel right now!

lhughes_06 gonna need to hear him actually say “I’m so stupid for thinking there’s nothing going on between them”

ynhughes actually I need to hear this too

colemcward same so babe come here quickly

ynhughes don’t rush me but coming

_quinnhughes YOURE STILL IN VANCOUVER?! You better come see me right now.

titobeavui91 sorry but she’s currently visiting me with Cole so you’ll have to wait your turn.

_quinnhughes I know where you live so I’ll be there soon

trevorzegras ew you guys are sick (cute but sick)

ynhughes call it sick again and that hockey stick you gave me will be finding a new home and it’s not appropriate enough to say online!

trevorzegras I’m sorry you guys aren’t sick! I love your relationship so much and it’s so cute, best nhl couple ever!

ynhughes thanks bestie love you!

colecaulfield FINALLY now I can post all the cute sick pictures I took of you guys when you came to visit me!

ynhughes thanks cole! (send them to me!)

trevorzegras he can call you sick cute but I can’t??

ynhughes actually he called the pictures sick cute not us! Think you getting bashed into the boards is messing up your reading , do I need to help you with that again?

trevorzegras oh I’m so cross checking you.

ynhughes try it you won’t be able to!

jamiedrysdale and you hit him in the spot, love it💀

ynhughes me too! If he hugs a stick and cry again send it to me!

tylerduke now you guys should come see me! I miss our trio

ynhughes booking a ticket right now sorry @/_quinnhughes skipping our dinner tonight and captain cole won’t be at practice tomorrow!

colemcward we’ll be there soon Ty!

tylerduke thank god I need y/n to keep me sane around the umich boys.

markestapa all of us are offended, we are not that bad!

ynhughes you are.

lhughes_06 she’s right sorry guys

markestapa don’t come back now.

ynhughes too late tickets are bought!

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

The New Naegi Norm...

[The Naegi's personal apartment residence, 4 months after the fall of Zetsubou...]

And that should be the last of it...

You good on those boxes, Mukuro?

Yep! Got it!

*Mukuro drops some heavy boxes full of clothes, items, and trinkets belonging to her idol bestie onto the floor. She winces as it makes a louder sound than expected, but nothing seems to go wrong.

I really missed having you around to do that.

Oh, woe is you that I wasn't here to carry your shopping bags for you for the past few months.

Did they teach you sarcasm in the Whitecloak cult?

Ugh! It's NOT a cult! Jesus, you sound like Kuripa...

That might be the meanest thing you've ever said to me...!

Ladies, please, you're both pretty.

Here, give me some of those. I can put them in your room for you.

*Makoto takes a bag off of Sayaka.

Hey, I know that I'm saying this a little late but...Thanks for letting us stay here. I know it's not the idea situation.

With the fall of Zetsubou, the Future Foundation branches are all being brought into question by PubSec. Branches 1 and 14 are at the height of the investigation, so...we needed to take a step back.

As some of our closest associates and assistants...it's really alright.

But, still...It feels selfish to encroach upon you like this. Especially since this house is gonna be a lot more crowded now.

It's alright Sayaka. I know that you really came here because you were worried about me, right?

We don't want to belittle you Makoto...But...

It's okay...I...I didn't leave Zetsubou's base in a good state of mind...

I haven't been in a good state of mind for almost a year.

I-

Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault.

I always try and face these sorts of things with a positive attitude, even when I'm afraid, but...I...I guess I just couldn't hold my true feelings back any longer...And I'm ashamed and disgusted with myself for the things I've done.

You certainly have a lot of work to do to regain the Future Foundation's faith, but...

If there's one thing I know you to be capable of, it's beating the odds.

...Thank you, Kyoko.

Though, for the record, Mukuro, I am glad that you're here. It's...been a while since we've spent some time together. And it's not often that we get to talk outside of office stuff. So I'm glad.

Thank you so much...

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

Ey! Bing-bong! Coming in!

Oh, hey!

*Komaru, Toko, and Akeru enter the house.

Sorry to drop in. We heard Sayaka had a lot of stuff on her, and figured we'd come lend some extra hands.

Aw, that's really nice of you.

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 15 - Painful RE:bake | Episode 7 - Something Useful

Kumon: Then you can enter your profile and--.

Taichi: What are you gonna do for your name?

Kumon: How about “Guardian of Darkness AZ”?

Azami: Absolutely not… There.

Kumon: …“ZAMI”?

Taichi: You’re not using your real name?

Azami: I’m thinkin’ of keepin’ my work outside of the company separate, just in case.

Azami: If people search for “Azami Izumida”, they might get a lotta unnecessary information other than stuff related to the troupe…

Taichi: So you wanna challenge yourself by starting with a blank slate, right?

Kumon: You can put if you’re accepting job offers here! And you can put a logo icon over here--.

Azami: Alright, here.

Taichi: Whoa, that’s so cool!

Azami: I mentioned this to Kazunari-san, and he finished it like crazy fast.

Azami: I said I’d pay for the design, but he said it was a celebration of me entering a new era and only let me pay for boba.

Kumon: That’s Kazu-san for you!

Taichi: This is Inste we’re talking about, so are you gonna post pics of your makeup?

Azami: Yeah. I asked if I could post pics of makeup looks I’ve tried with the troupe in the past, and everyone said it was okay.

Taichi: Everyone’s supporting you.

Azami: And that’s what I’ve gotta get decent results.

Kumon: Good luck, Azami~!

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Azami: (...Damn, my follower count isn’t goin’ up at all.)

Azami: (I didn’t wanna rely on the official account or everyone’s personal accounts, so all I did was tag the work, but it really ain’t that easy, I guess.)

Azami: (I haven’t gotten any job offers either… I’ve hardly even started my challenge and I’ve already got a problem.)

Azami: …

Classmate A: Morning, Ibukichi!

Classmate B: Your lip color is so cute today!

Classmate A: And your nails are new too, right? I saw the video!

Ibuki: Yep, yep. I totally recommend.

Ibuki: --Ah, there you are.

Azami: ?

Ibuki: Izumida, bestie-- Your logo’s great, but you’re never gonna get a job offer with that bio. And tagging that doesn’t even make sense.

Ibuki: First off, someone should be able to tell at a gland what kinda person you are and what kinda work you do based on your bio, that’s why you need to blah, blah, blah--.

Azami: (...You’re remindin’ me of someone else I know.)

Ibuki: Are you listening? If you get what I’m saying, go fix that stuff now.

Azami: …

Azami: (The way they talk is annoyin’, but… I feel like what they’re sayin’ isn’t wrong.)

Azami: Is this good?

Ibuki: M’kay, I’ll boost you.

Ibuki: “My classmate made an account. He’s looking for work”.

Azami: Hey, don’t just go and--.

*Notifications*

Azami: Seriously…?

Azami: (My follower count is going up like crazy…)

Ibuki: Now we just gotta do a makeup vid collab and you’ll get even more followers.

Azami: …Fine.

Ibuki: Oh? …Wait, Izumida, why don’t you do your own makeup? All you do is do other people’s makeup.

Ibuki: Something can’t be useful if you don’t use it.

Azami: …It doesn’t matter why. My job is doing makeup for other people, so that’s all I need to know how to do.

Ibuki: A person’s face has like, a big impact on what people think of them, y’know? If you wanna get more followers, you can’t just do whatever you want.

Ibuki: Social media is rarely what you want it to be, and the world isn’t so nice that you can be found just by having good makeup skills.

Azami: --.

Ibuki: While you’re sitting there peacefully, our troupe is just gonna keep going even more viral.

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*Notification*

Ibuki: ?

Ibuki: Right… Today’s meeting. “Meet me at this shop after school” and send.

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[daddysfangirls-dc]

The Making of Three (1/3)

Pairing: Wally West x Dicky Grayson x fem! OC

Warning: Smut, angst

1 - 2 - 3

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Dick had propped his phone up against a pillow on video call as he put on a show for his boyfriend. And he was on the other side of the bed in full view without clothes and his erection in his hand.

After an incident on patrol, Robin was benched for a week, and to further punishment, Bruce banned Wally from the manor. Although upset at first, the lovers took it and strive and decided to try something new.

Before the banning, Dick had given Wally a gift, a remote. Wally had no idea what the remote was until today, Dick called him. And showed what it was for.

Which lets them to current events. Dick splayed across his bed while video-calling his boyfriend so he could watch him masturbate and control the wireless toy in his ass. And my my, were they enjoying themselves. Wally, remote in hand, watched intently as Dick slowly stroked his cock while letting breath whines and moans.

As Wally played with the setting Dick lost his ability to speak moans and whimpers were all he could give.

"You, you look so good, I wish I was there, I want to touch you so bad I want to feel you," Wally said breathlessly. He was nearly drooling over him.

Dick choked as Wallly kicked up the speed of the toy, the vibrations coursing through him. He moans as he runs both his hands through his hair and over his body, his cock leaking precum without being touched. He was basically humping the air.

Abs flexing, hips thrusting. With the feeling of the vibrations and the sound of Wally's own moans and dirty encouragement," Look at that pretty cock" he was already on the edge, moaning and crying out.

He had no control. Especially as the vibrator went up to the highest setting.

He was at the mercy of him.

And could not stop himself.

He was there. His balls tightened, and his legs shook. He tossed his head back, arching his back. As he let out a choked moan, the only verbal warning he could give. As he orgasmed cum shot onto his bed and stomach.

He let out a whimper-like cry as the vibrator continue overstimulating him. Wally takes mercy turning it off.

Sitting up, he was met with a horrifyingly humiliating site of Alice. There she was, standing at the door, holding two bowls of fruit. And there he was, laying in bed nude with a vibrator in his ass, his phone leaned up against the pillow and covered in his cum.

Neither knew what to say. Neither spoke, they just looked at each other. A moment of silence. No one moved.

"Dick?" Wally interrupted the silence.

All at once, everyone began moving. Dick dove off the bed, gathering blankets to cover himself, knocking his phone in the process. Alice quickly backed out of the room with her fruit still in hand and closed the door with her foot.

What the fuck ?!

-

Alice Kent, aka Supergirl, daughter of Lois and Clark Kent, aka Superman. Not as exciting as one would imagine.

"Is there something wrong, Miss Alice?" Alfred asked as he found her slouched over the kitchen counter.

"Just bored, I don't know what to do."

"I'm off to the market, do you wish to join me?" it was a kind offer, but Alice knew that Alfred enjoyed his time there. It was his time, and she wouldn't ruin it with her sulking.

"No, thank you. I'll just annoy Dick. Is it alright if I make a snack first?" Alfred, able to read minds and tell the future like the god he is, simply turns to the fridge and takes out two bowls of fresh-cut fruit. " Thank you, Alfred"

"You're Welcome, Miss Alice. I'll be back in an hour or so Master Bruce will be back in 30 minutes, behave."

"Yes, sir"

And with that, they both departed, Alfred to the market and Alice to Dick's room.

Alice knew Dick was in his room, probably on the phone with Wally, it would explain why the speedster was ignoring her. The Couple was probably flirting over the phone, so she would interrupt that and demand a movie to spend some time with her two best friends.

Yep, Bestie time.

Alice was a bit too in her head if she was paying attention and listening, she would have heard what Dick was doing in his room. Especially with her super hearing, but no she was so far in her head, she didn't hear a sound.

Reaching his bedroom, she unstably balances the bowls with one arm and opened the door.

Stepping into the room, it was then that she realized the mistake of getting a full view of Dick in all his naked glory.

Obviously, a very intimate moment was taking place, but Alice couldn't find it in herself to look away.

Skin flushed, covered in a thin coat of glistening sweat, back bent in a beautiful arch, legs shaking, hands desperately pulling at the sheets, eye closed, mouth opened, releasing many cries and moans, and cock standing stiff, tall, and leaking.

"W-Wallllllllyy" he moaned out as he came.

Alice watched as he orgasmed untouched. She watched as his cum painted his stomach and bed. Body shaking before going slack. But only for a moment before he started trembling again, this time trying to close his legs. Whimpering as he tried to reach between his legs.

He stopped shaking and let out a breath of relief.

Another moment went by before he says up and opened his eyes. And he saw her.

Alice didn't know what to do she was frozen. As was he, both watched each other in silence, not knowing what to do.

It was very clear that Alice had seen him in very intimate and private situations. Something she wasn't supposed to see. And now she had no idea what to do, standing there, her legs unmoving. Laying there, his body was also unmoving. Many emotions run through each of them.

"Dick?"

They returned to reality.

It was like lightning had struck her suddenly she couldn't stop moving. Backing out, she used her foot to close the door behind her and quickly rushed to her room.

Making it to her room, she quickly put the fruit bowl on her side table, locked her door, and sat on her bed.

"FUCK"

(Not my image)

[lessyandmina]

Alright guys, the moment we all been waiting for (even though nobody asked). ANYWAY!! Bruce Wayne is finally gonna get his on my skit, but Selina would probably have to save his neck. You'll see. (It's been 4 months since I have this part begging to be let out. This is all your fault, Bruce!!!) Enjoy everyone. 😉

Me: *Side-eyed Bruce Wayne this time while Jerome is laughing his ass off at us in the background*

Jeremiah: *covering his mouth and trying his hardest not to laugh*

Bruce:

*trying his best not laugh as well, knowing damn well that he's about to get cussed out.* Okay, now hear me out -

Me: NO!!

Jerome:

Jeremiah: *Starts snorting and giggling, still covering his mouth.*

Bruce: Oh, come on!!! I thought you would like this one!!

Me: I get Jerome and Jeremiah because they love to torment me with Sonic 06 and Remorses(Aka Sonic forces). But YOU!!!! I EXPECT MORE FROM YOU, BRUCE!!! YOU'RE THE ABSOLUTE WORST!!! YOU FUCKING ASSHAT!!! WHY WOULD YOU ASSUME THAT I LIKE THIS GARBAGE?!

Jerome: *Starts to recover from laughing* Brucie, come on, man. She likes a lot of sonic games. THIS AIN'T ONE OF THEM!!!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Selina: Bruce, I told you that she didn't like it, but no. You thought you were going to give it the benefit of the doubt. I can save you from her beating, but I can't save you from her roasting your ass.

Jeremiah: Oh, that reminds me. Bruce, darling, you owe me $50. 😏😉

Bruce: Damn it. I was hoping that you forgot about it. *Gave Jeremiah $50*

Jeremiah: Oh, dear heart. I never forget. *Takes it from Bruce*

Jerome: HA! BRUCIE LOST THE BET!!

Me: I'm sorry, what now? What bet?

Five: Bruce and Jeremiah made a bet not too long ago about the game. If your reaction was good, Jeremiah owed Bruce $50. But if your reaction was bad, like now, Bruce owed Jeremiah $50. So, of course, Bruce lost.

Me: 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️I can't believe you two!!!

Jerome: Come on, it's really funny how it turned out. 🤣🤣🤣

Selina: Good thing that I save you from Bruce's torture. So I got you this:

Me: Selina, did I ever tell you that I love you?

Selina:

A million more, bestie. A million more. 😉

Jerome: Now hold the fuck up!!! How the hell did give her the good game?! 😡

Selina: Cause unlike you three, I've known her great taste in games. *Looks at me* Remember when you and I played Mortal Kombat?!

Me: Oh shit. How can I forget? You killed it with Mileena, Selina. There's a new one coming out in September.

Selina: Well, consider this as your birthday present.

Bruce: Then I would have Alfred set up a mortal kombat party at Wayne Manor in September.

Me: That's very sweet of you, Bruce. Thank you.

Bruce: You're welcome. But now you gotta play Sonic Boom.

Jerome: *Starts laughing again*

Me: *Bombastic Side-eyed. Criminal offensive Side-eyed* You're still a asshat, Bruce.

Bruce: I'll bring you extra large coffee.

Me: Not gonna happen, Wayne.

Bruce: Extra large French vanilla coffee from Dunkin Donuts.

Me: *Side-eyed Selina once more, then looks back at Bruce* Two extra large.

Bruce: Okay, deal.

Selina: You've drove a hard bargain on that one, Bruce.

Jeremiah: That's one of the reasons why I love him.

Jerome: Sap.

Jeremiah: Amy Rose lover.

Jerome: You better take that back, Miah!! I'm Team Princess Sally all the way and you know it!!

Jeremiah: Now we both know that's not true.

Five: At least none of us are team Elise.

Selina: Thank goodness for that. I feel sorry for those who are.

Me: *Scoffs* I'm not. They're gonna get what they deserve.

Jerome: Yep, cause it's no use!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Jeremiah:

Jeremiah: I prefer Shadow over Silver anyway.

Me: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[jikanet-tanaka]

Some fanfic asks: 2, 13, 14 24 for Nornir, and 32, 40, 44

Thanks for the ask!

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

First is 'Spoilers' and second is 'Fluff', which aren't bad, but then, hahaha, oh man. I have 'Implied/Reference Child Abuse', 'Canonical Character Death' and 'Dysfunctional Family', so...

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

I'm not sure? I'm think I'm less patient with the bickering couple trope than I was as a teen, though.

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

Probably a lot of popular, if not all, tropes found in romance, like enemies to lovers or love triangles or soulmates bonds. I usually dislike those, so I would only trust a very good author to write something I would enjoy.

24. Are there any easter eggs in Nornir, and if so, what are they?

Yep, the scene where Stocke and the gang take Aht to an indoor amusement park was based on my (then teenage) friends and I doing the same for my bestie's nine-year-old cousin (who had just moved to a new city, and was thus very lonely, poor kid).

32. What’s your ideal fic length to read?

Used to be a time where I read really fast, so I devoured long fics, but now I don't have the attention span, so I do prefer shorter ones.

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

Hahaha, well, I reread them all the time, because I'm afraid that I made mistakes?? I tend to get self-consious about that...

44. If you take/write prompts: do you prefer dialogue or scenario/narrative prompts?

Probably depend on the prompt? I think both would be alright, really.

[coconurt]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR FRIEND @owlfacenightkit !!!! I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH BESTIE 💞💖💕💝

Here, I wrote you a lil something :3 I hope you like it!!

~~~

"Alright, one chocolate, one strawberry, and one mint chip." The lady behind the ice cream cart set the frozen desserts down with a practiced movement and accepted the wrinkled wad of cash Sasha gave her.

With a quick smile, Sasha thanked the vendor and walked back towards where she'd left her girls. Balancing three cups of ice cream in her hands at once was a bit of a challenge, but she managed.

Once she was sure she wasn't going to drop her precious cargo, she tilted her face upwards, savoring the feeling of the sunshine on her face. It was a mild April day, one of those precious few meant to be enjoyed before the LA summer sun came along and burnt everything to a crisp.

Which was exactly why she had dragged her two oldest friends along for a relaxing day at the park.

She heard Anne before she saw her, over at the outdoor chess tables.

A shout of, "Again?! How?!" echoed conspicuously through the park, shortly followed by, "HOW did you do that?!".

Sasha found the other girl engaged in a boisterous game with an older gentleman she was pretty sure Anne had never met before. It was a pretty amusing sight, to say the least.

Anne was too busy loudly protesting the seizure of her knight to notice Sasha's approach. Barely even slowing as she passed, the blonde simply slipped her her styrofoam cup and moved on.

Now to find Marcy. She wasn't on the bench where Sasha had left her, which was only slightly suspicious. She mentally shrugged and rounded a corner, past a swing set and a few hedges.

And, there she was. Sasha smiled warmly at the sight. Even after everything, in some ways, Marcy hadn't changed a bit.

She was sitting cross-legged on the grass, in an open spot away from the main walkway. Two crows ambled around remarkably close to her, evidently not frightened of her in the slightest. They were pecking at little pieces of granola bar Marcy had obviously given them. She watched them intently, her phone dangling loosely from one hand. Upbeat music struggled from the phone's speakers, the sound tinny but audible.

Sasha tiptoed closer, trying to be stealthy and failing. Marcy didn't look up. The shiny black birds considered her warily, but stayed where they were.

"Hey, Marce," Sasha whispered in greeting. "You make some new friends?"

Marcy smiled then, finally acknowledging Sasha's presence, but still didn't tear her eyes away from her birds.

"Yep!" she replied, popping the P. "At least, I think so. These two seem to remember me. Which. Cool."

"Wow, so you know these two in particular?"

"Mm-hm! I've been interacting with them for maybe a month now."

Sasha sunk down onto the grass beside Marcy and passed the other girl her ice cream.

"Ooo! Mint chip, thanks Sash!" Marcy quickly shoveled a large scoop into her mouth and shut her eyes in bliss. When she reopened them, she turned her head and peeked at Sasha shyly.

"Do you… wanna hear more about crows?" she asked around a mouthful of ice cream.

"Always," she answered immediately. Marcy's face lit up.

"Okay okay so!" She swallowed. "Their binomial name is Corvus brachyrhynchos, also known as the American crow!"

She went on, excitedly moving her hands as she spoke. "These are extremely intelligent birds. In studies, they've been shown to have the capacity to remember human faces!"

Sasha cracked a small, genuine smile at that. "That's really cool. Got any other interesting crow facts?"

Marcy thought for a moment. "Hm… OH! Did you know they have the same brain-weight-to-body ratio as humans? Amazing right?!"

"Wow! Yeah, that is pretty amazing, Mar." Lost in thought, she absent-mindedly rubbed the scar on her cheek with a fingertip, then reminded herself to stop. She glanced down at Marcy's phone, which was now lying in the grass and still playing some chipper electropop song. "So… what's that for? The music, I mean."

"Oh! Yeah, I had the thought one day to play some music for these guys, and they seem to like it," she answered simply and shrugged.

The song playing ended with a smooth final chord, and another started. Sasha tilted her head and considered the lyrics.

~Oh, oh, I can't even take it in, Oh, oh, I can't even take it in, Oh, oh, I left my heart in Metropolis…~

"Heh, makes sense," she chuckled. Marcy turned her head and looked at her quizzically.

Sasha blushed. "Owl City… for the crows…" She gestured vaguely to the phone. "Ya know… fits the bird theme…"

She trailed off awkwardly. The other girl blinked at her once, twice, then snorted.

"You're such a dork, Sash," Marcy chuckled.

The blood rose in Sasha's cheeks, but not in a way she really minded. She huffed out a laugh and rubbed the back of her neck self-consciously.

"Pfft, yeah whatever…"

They sat after that for a while in comfortable silence, enjoying their rapidly-melting ice cream and Marcy's Owl City playlist. Marcy resumed telling the other girl bird facts as soon as she finished eating, and Sasha laid back on her elbows and listened.

Eventually though, one of the birds apparently grew tired of granola and strutted over to the two of them. It ducked and bobbed its head, eyeing them curiously.

Sasha grinned and propped herself up. "Hey Mar-mar, I think your friend wants something."

Marcy's smile was radiant. She leaned forward, slowly offering her hand to the bird like she would to a shy cat. "Hey there, friend," she cooed. "S'okay, I'm not gonna hurt ya!"

The sleek animal croaked at her in response. Beady black eyes regarded her a moment longer, then with a smooth flap of its wings, it hopped upwards to perch on Marcy's outstretched wrist. Temporarily stunned, Marcy's arm dipped from the sudden unexpected weight, but she quickly recovered and sat rigidly still.

Both girls stared, open-mouthed. After a few moments, though, Marcy broke the silence by releasing a sound that was very obviously a suppressed squeal.

"Sasha!" she hissed. "Sash, are you seeing this?!"

Sasha broke out of her shock just enough to think to hit record. "Oh, yeah. Sure am."

She plunged her hand into her pocket and whipped out her phone just in time to record Marcy's avian friend pecking at the drawstring of her Saint James hoodie and trying to pull the plastic tip off, Marcy giggling uncontrollably the entire time.

Oh, she was definitely sending this to Anne later. If it was even possible, the grin on her face grew even wider.

Yeah, park day had definitely been a good idea.

[foxpunk]

I would like to hear about your vampires 👀

OH BOY!!!

So, Jessie (they/he/whatever) and Angel (he/him; Spanish name pronunciation: Ahn-hell, though he's alright with Angel too). They are precious OCs with stupid-baka-lives that I made with my bestie, Joan.

Jessie is a vampire who is relatively "new." They got turned in the 90s when they were in their 20s and living the goth dream. I mean Goth goth. PLEASE look up 90s goth fashion. The hair, the makeup... *chef kiss*

Then we get to modern day, and we have our lovely bisexual himbo college Jock, Angel. Now you may be thinking he does not sound like a stereotypical vampire, and you are correct. Because at this point, he is Not a vampire. He is a ray of sunshine, actually, so this story is hilariously ironic. He's social, and outgoing, and young, and uh. A little bit slow on the uptake (more on that later)...he's doing his best!

He's also got a thing for goths. Lol. Lmao.

One day he's at some party on campus when he notices Jessie gatecrashing, and being a wallflower, and generally being SO his type. Luckily our boy Angel is Jessie's type too. Their blood type, that is. Meaning. Yep, he's got blood alright! (...it Does help that he's cute)

Anyways, getting straight (or, bisexual, actually) to the point: they have a one night stand. Or at least, it was Supposed to be a one night stand, with Jessie nabbing a bit of fresh blood at some point and Angel none the wiser. Jessie just says they're a biter, which, to be fair, is Not a lie. But now, it's the morning after, and Jessie doesn't shoo off Angel right away. Both because he seems like a good guy who won't be weird about it, and because Angel seems like the king of guy who needs five meals a day or he'll die. Totally the only reasons. So, instead of shooing, they offer some breakfast to Angel.

Angel, darling that he is, eagerly accepts. Jessie, however, forgot to take into account that they are a Vampire and Angel is Not A Vampire. They need to give Angel actual edible food. Which like. It's not like Jessie never eats human food, it's just rare these days. So they've got to scrounge around to try and find anything and they find...some dubiously aged Eggos. Jessie tries to say maybe they should go get some ingredients to actually make somethint, but Angel is like it's fineee! I love Eggos!! They've been in the fridge this whole time!!! What could possibly go wrong!!!!!!!

So yeah, Angel chokes on these stale old Eggos and Jessie does not know the Heimlich or CPR. Not very high on vampire To-Learn priority lists I guess what with the uh. Immortality and all.

...Yeah, you guessed it. Jessie - understandably, really - panics over the dead body in their apartment and is like. OH, FUCK... WELL. I DO HAVE A SOLUTION FOR THIS and they turn Angel...That part is less understandable but a LOT funnier, so it stays.

TL;DR: Angel takes this all (relatively) in stride and is just happy to be here. Jessie thinks he is insane for this (they're right) and is now also responsible for giving this jock, this ray of sunshine, this...Extrovert...the Vampire 101 crash course.

Needless to say, chaos ensues.

(They do eventually properly enter A Relationship together and everyone around them is going to suffer through their eternal undying honeymoon phase.)

Bonus Content: There's more characters in this story! Like the legitimately batshit (<- compliment) 500+ year old bar owner vampire who sired Jessie. She is so unhinged and girlboss I love her. And also, Angel's long time Best Friend/former soccer team mate who is a disabled trans lesbian werewolf. Who Angel did NOT know is a werewolf AT ALL despite her barely bothering to hide it around him in recent years. I did mention he was slow on the uptake, remember...

So, yeah, that's the rundown on them! I haven't drawn the others yet, but here's some Jessie and Angel for y'all <3

[ Character Descriptions: Angel has a bigger body and face with an athletic build. His eyes are dark and a bit droopy with thick eyebrows, and hair is dark, wavy, and cut short in an undercut. There's a small birthmark dotted on his jawline. Jessie is shorter and slimmer. Their hair is grown past their shoulders, but shaved on the sides and heavily teased for volume. For makeup, their eyebrows are thin and sharp, eyeshadow is smudged on, and their eyeliner has two dramatic wings on the lower lids. They've also got several ear piercings along with a labret and nostril piercing. / End of character descriptions. ]

[katasstrophy]

Have funnnnn!! If you could bring a date, who would you it be??? or who suits your fit the best??

mentions of alcohol consumption. suggestive themes. low key narcissistic behavior lmao. bad dancing. river got carried away and it turned into rambling what’s new. choo choo all aboard the self indulgence train!!!

omg nonnie i had the most fun EVER (maybe even.. a little too much fun ehuhehu 🥴🥴 my lipstick was gone by the end of the night and i was violently hungover today but you know what I’D DO IT AGAINNNNN LOL pls stop me)

awe!!!! 🥹🥹🥹 i’m in love with you for asking this truly bc we stan being self-indulgent on this blog!!!! okay imma break it down for y’all 😎😎

if we’re talking from a purely aesthetic standpoint (yep TOTALLY just that. nothing else whatsoever swayed my decision on this matter teehee) my date for my uni ball would have to be one one of the itoshis and here’s why!!!!!! i put thought into this okay. my ball fit was this fantastic, obnoxiously green colored two piece suit that you bet ur ass i pulled off SPECTACULARLY yes i’m gonna be shamelessly hyping myself bc im very sexc. since the suit jacket had a pluuuuunging neckline, i just paired it with a skimpy neon green bralette underneath ( scandalous ) and some sleek, black leather platform boots that i somehow managed to dance in the entire night i was very impressed with myself actually 😎 but see this is perfect bc rin has green hair!!!!! (lmfao someone put me down right now) i feel like it would work. we would deffo match in a low key, subtle way. but honestly i’d hate to put my poor baby through that i just know rinnie’s antisocial ass would abhor the entire evening </333 he’d just stay back on his phone at the dinner table and do an occasional death glare when i’d point him out to people trying to come onto me on the dance floor what a babe. sae on the other hand 👀👀 bestie i am already SWEATING he picked up a few things from being dragged clubbing by his teammates in spain okay man knows how to dance and i will die on this hill. aesthetic-wise, we’d also be matching in a more subtle way, mostly our hair (since i dyed it red a couple months ago, even tho he’s canonically more.. mauve, but if you squint it works alright) plus i also went extra with my makeup and did a bunch of fancy stuff on my face with red eyeliner hehe <3 but sae would be a fantastic dance partner he’d get a little carefree and indulge in twirling me around, going down low (letting me grind my ass on his crotch PLSSSS i will pass out)

if we’re talking dates who would just be an absolute blast to go with i mean come on who could top shidou mf ryusei he’s so insane exactly what you need to spice up your night. i’d be like “hmm this wine isn’t really as bottomless as they promised should i get a tequila shot from the bar?” and he’d just grin like the bastard he is and say “only one? coward get three” he is actually the worst but drunk shenanigans with him yes pls absolutely. there’s like a 90% chance the staff would kick us out bc they found us basically on the verge of fucking in the bathroom but asskdhbebekd he’s a horndog it was to be expected. i feel like it would also be so hilarious to bring reo to one of these university balls bc yeah it’s still like— a formal event and stuff but absolutely nowhere near close to the posh charity balls he’s used to from his upbringing. you bring him as your date and he’s like “wait wdym you don’t have to do any networking???” he’d be so floored i’m crying. he’s a Pretty Intense Guy with An Image To Uphold so he’s never really had a chance to.. let loose and have fun like this? you’d kinda have to take initiative but he’d be so into it after a while (with the help of a little alcohol lol). he’d be like “this chicken is so fucking under seasoned” and you’d just nod your head “yeah babe it’s a university ball the budget is like 20 dollars what did you except” and he’d just go “amazing” and eat the whole thing he’s so precious i’m in love with him. the best worse dancer you’ve ever seen too but he’d be so giggly about it so it’s forgiven sigh what a king 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[jeyramarie]

friends into lovers- Florence Pugh x Reader

summary: you have a crush on your best friend

wc: 2,709

warnings: smut (18+), fingering, oral (female receiving), cursing, fluff 

a/n: so this was actually something i dreamt... my first sex dream, i was shook when i woke up.😂 but anyway, i hope you guys enjoy it, i’m not great at smut so feedback is appreaciated. happy reading 🦋

You decided at the last minute to spend the holidays in New York with Florence since you couldn’t make it back home due to a snow storm. Florence has been your bestie for a few years since you had worked in a movie together. It was your film debut which made you incredibly nervous but she helped you through it. 

Flo didn’t let you stay in a hotel so you stayed at her apartment with her and Zach. Watching them together caused a bit of pain. You had been in love with Florence since you met her but of course she didn’t know that. It became harder and harder for you to control the growth of your feelings since you both hung out all the time. 

Right now, Zach was out with some friends which left the two of you alone in the apartment. Flo made you breakfast and you made coffee plus tea for her. 

“Should we watch Home Alone?” Florence asked from the living as you walked out of the kitchen with two mugs. 

“I mean if you want to.” You smiled sitting down next to her as you handed her the mug. You placed your coffee on the table in front and grabbed your plate with the veggie omelette Flo made. 

The movie started as you and Flo ate your breakfast but you quickly lost interest in it when you started talking. This always seemed to happen. You wanted to watch a movie but always ended up not paying attention to it cause you got lost in a conversation with Flo. 

“So he just burped in your face?” She asked surprised as she heard you talking about the last date you ever went to. 

“Yep, burped like he was Shrek. I swear half of the restaurant looked over at us.” You chuckled and took a sip from your coffee as the blonde laughed, throwing her head back. 

“Oh my, I cannot believe someone would do that.” 

“For a second I was convinced that it was a joke, that I was getting pranked but… it was real.” 

“And you haven’t dated anyone ever since?” Flo questioned putting her mug back on the coffee table. 

“No, I haven’t. I’m tired of my love life never working out. I don’t wanna waste my time on people who aren’t going to like me back.” You replied and sighed as your finger traced the rim of the mug. 

“Well I'm sure someone out there liked you back.” 

“Not the person I want to like me back.” You whispered, leaning forward to out the mug on the coffee table. 

“Wait, you like someone? Who?” Florence asked excitedly. 

“I don’t think I should-“ 

“Oh come on! Tell me… Tell me, tell me, tell me-“

“Fine, okay okay.” You laughed and began fidgeting with the knitted blanket you had over your lap. 

“Um.. I..” You began and looked up from your lap to look at you. She looked so beautiful. Flo had just dyed her hair back to blonde and the septum piercing looked amazing on her. The green in her eyes made you melt which made it more difficult to say the truth. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had going on. 

“Love, is alright. You can tell me.” She whispered, putting her hand over yours. You stayed looking at her as your eyes began to water. You lowered your face, suddenly feeling embarrassed. 

Florence placed her hand under your chin, pushing it up to look at you. You looked at each other as a few tears ran down your cheeks. She gave you a small smile and her next move left you paralyzed. Flo leaned in and connected your lips in a soft peck. You gasped in surprise and quickly leaned back, breaking the kiss as you stared at her in shock. 

“Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t- I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Florence rambled, covering her face in embarrassment as she sat up straight. You blocked out her rambling and took the blanket out of your lap, moving closer to her. Your hand cupped the right side of her face, pushing it to look at you. You gave her a small smile and connected your lips once more. 

This kiss was different. It was passionate and a bit rough as if you both yearned for this moment for a long time. Your lips moved together in an intense rhythm as your other hand cupped her left cheek. The kiss began to get heated as you began to climb over her lap making her hands go to your waist. 

Flo gripped the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off of you which left you in your bra. You wore a bra under your pajamas when Zach was in the house, out of respect but you had forgotten to take it off. Your lips connected again in a fiery pace as Florence traced her tongue over your lip. 

Instead of giving her access, you moved your lips down her jaw and onto her neck. You bit down a little, quickly kissing over it and moved up to her ear. You kissed and bit on her earlobe earning a moan from the blonde which made your skin crawl. 

“You’re so beautiful.” You whispered into her ear making her whimper. You moved back to her lips, kissing her strongly. 

“I love kissing you.” You whispered once more, against her lips as she gripped you harder. You moved your hand to her silk pajama shirt and began to unbutton it, never break the kiss. Flo leaned forward, letting you take it off as she stayed bare. Her nipples immediately got hard due to the cold apartment which made you grab them. 

Once again, you moved your lips to her neck, biting and sucking on the piece of skin which made Florence moan in pleasure. Your lips kept moving down her chest as you moved your legs off her lap and placed them between her legs. Your mouth closed around her right nipple, slightly biting down on it making Florence grab your hair and moan as she bit her lip. You moved away from her breast and lifted your head making her look at you. 

“I think we should move this to the bedroom.” You said as you began to stand up, walking towards the stairs. Your thumbs went under the elastic of your pajama shorts, pushing it down to the floor. You turned to see Flo still sitting on the couch. 

“Are you coming or not?” You asked moving your hand back to the clasp as you turned around once more. The clasp became undone and your bra fell to the ground as you made your way towards the stairs. Florence immediately stood up and ran after you, following you to the bedroom. 

When Florence arrived after you, she saw you crawling across the bed to lay your head on the pillows. You leaned up on your elbows and looked at the blonde. She walked towards the door of the bed and stood there in awe. You moved once again and crawled back to her keeping your knees on the bed. 

You cupped her face and kissed her passionately. Her hands found your waist once more, pulling you closer to her as yours moved down to her pants. Your thumbs went under the elastic and slowly pushed it down as your tongues fought for dominance. Your hands went over her ass as you continued to push the pants down. You gripped her ass, digging your nails into the skin as you but her bottom lip, making a moan escape from her throat. 

Florence lifted her leg, placing her knee on the bed as you began to lay down. You moved upward on the bed as Flo crawled after you until you laid your head on the pillows once again. She leaned down and connected your lips but this time it was slow. It still contained a lot of passion but it wasn’t as rough as before. 

“You’re so yummy.” Florence whispered against your lips before moving her lips down your jaw and onto your neck. Her mouth moved down to your chest, taking your left nipple into her mouth. You whimpered as your hands went to her hair, gripping it slightly. 

Florence continued to kiss down your chest, over your abdomen and stopped at the hemline of your underwear. She looked up at you, making sure you were comfortable and you nodded your head as she put her thumbs under your panties. The blonde pulled them down slowly which was making you nervous since you had never received this much attention before. 

She moved in between your legs and lowered herself to get closer to you. You began to feel nervous and quickly sat up, making her sit up as well. 

“Is everything alright?” Florence asked, suddenly feeling worried. 

“Yes, yes, it’s just… no one has ever… done that… to me.” You replied and looked down before pushing your hair back. 

“No one has ever eaten you out?” She asked, her accent sounding thick. You shook your head and bit your lip in embarrassment, not knowing how she would react. 

“Then this will be even more special.” Flo whispered cupping your cheeks and leaned in to give you a soft kiss. She pushed you back slowly until you were laying flat on the bed again. Her lips moved to your neck, down your chest once again and finally your navel. 

You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling insecure and scared. All of that rushed away when you felt her hot breath against your bundle of nerves. Florence connected her tongue to your entrance and drove it all the way to your clit making you whimper and shake under her touch. 

“Fuck.” You whispered, gripping the bed sheets as you waited for her to do more. Florence put her elbows on the bed and gripped your thighs strongly before lowering herself onto you. Her lips closed around your clit and she began to suck lightly as you continued to moan in pleasure. 

“F-Florence.. Oh- Fuck!” You moaned out loud moving one hand to her hair. You gripped it and pulled her hair closer to you, not wanting her to stop. Florence moved her hand as well and began to circle around your entrance with her finger as she continued to suck on your clit. 

“Flo-“ 

“Be patient, love.” She said against your skin making you arch your back. Florence moved two of her fingers into your opening. She pushed them inside slowly as you took a deep breath, feeling her fingers stretch you. 

She moved them in and out at a slow pace, waiting for you to get comfortable before she began to curl her fingers. You arch your back as loud moans come out of your lips. Florence looked up at you and smirked, seeing you in pleasure. 

Her fingers never stopped as she moved to hover over you, wanting to take a closer look at your face. She leaned down and connected your lips together in a fiery kiss. You slipped your tongue into her mouth as your hands moved to cup her face. 

“I love the sounds you make.” Florence muttered against your lips making you arch your back once more. 

“You’re driving me insane.” You moaned pushing on her lower back so she would lay on top of you. 

“You drive me insane, love.” She smiled, moving her fingers at a faster pace. Her thumb began to rub your clit as her fingers worked deeper making your legs shake. 

“F-Flo, I’m- Fuck! I’m close.” You moaned, arching your back and running your nails over her back. After a few more thrusts, your mouth stayed opened as multiple pornographic moans came out. You clenched around Flo’s fingers as you came down from your high, trying to catch your breath. 

Florence removed her fingers and placed her hand next to you to keep herself over you. You opened your eyes, still in the high and cupped her face, bringing her down for a kiss. 

“Now it’s your turn.” You smiled against her lips and turned the both of you around which gave you the chance to straddle her. You leaned down and began to kiss her neck, biting and sucking on the soft skin. Florence whimpered as her hands went to your hair, gripping it softly while your lips traveled downward. 

“Y/n, please.” 

“Please what?” You chuckled, lifting your head away from her chest to look at her eyes. 

“You know what.” She whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Well, now it’s your turn to be patient.” You smirked and moved your lips back onto her. You traveled faster down your chest, her stomach and finally made it to her already wet lips. You didn’t want to tease or waste anymore time. All you wanted was her, to taste her, to have her. So, you dove right in. 

You ran your tongue over her slit without warning, making Florence gasp in surprise. Her hands went to your hair, immediately pushing you closer to her. You put your fingers slowly into her entrance as your lips closed around her clit. Her moans filled the room making your juices run down your thighs in arousal. You began to move your fingers in a quick pace as you continued the kitten licks over her lips. 

“Oh fuck, Y/n!” Florence shouted, arching her back as your fingers grazed her g-spot. Your eyes drifted upward to look at her biting her lip as she threw her head back in pleasure. She began to clench around your fingers and her legs began to shake which meant that she was getting close to her orgasm. 

Your fingers kept moving at a steady pace as your lips moved up her body to kiss her neck. You kissed the soft skin below her ear making her whimper as you moved to bite on her earlobe. She moaned slowly, moving her hands to your back, running her nails over your skin. 

“Are you close?” You whispered into her ear. She nodded her head which made you smile as you curled your fingers once again making her moan again. 

Your fingers move faster and faster as you lean back to sit on your knees. Your left thumb moves to her clit, moving quickly as your other fingers keep the face pace. Her eyes were closed, her back was arch as her mouth stayed agape with whimpers and moans escaping from it. You stayed looking at her the whole time, just wanting to see her face when she came. Florence threw her head back as a loud moan came out her mouth. Her orgasm hit her unexpectedly, making her legs shake next to you.  

You removed your hands from her entrance and placed them on her thighs rubbing them up and down. Florence’s breath was heavy as she tried to catch her breath while running her hands through her hair. Once she came back from her high, she uncovered her face and looked at you. You were already smiling lovingly at her as she smiled back, grabbing your hand to pull you on top of her. You laid over her body, your lips on hers and her hands ran softly on your back. 

“That was perfect.” Florence whispered against your lips making you blush. 

“I’ve liked you for a really long time, Flo.” 

“I’ve liked you for a long time too but this whole thing with Zach is complicated.” 

“I understand.” You whispered, tracing figures on her jaw. 

“What should we do now?” You asked, feeling nervous about the whole Zach situation. 

“We are gonna stay like this, for the rest of the day and we’re gonna order in or cook, whichever you want. And we’re gonna do what we just did over and over and over..” She smirked and connected her lips with yours as you chuckled. 

And just like that, you stayed in bed for the rest of the day just focusing on each other. So focused on each other, that neither of you heard the front door click open which meant that Zach was home.

[sassbewitchedmyass]

So, I moved recently. And my new neighborhood is full of kids. I met about 20 of them the day I moved in because they helped me chase down my dog when he got loose and I can already tell you, me and these kids are gonna be besties. They come over to play with my dogs at least once a day. A few little convos we’ve had so far:

(On the day we met)

6yo: My name Kendrick but you can call me KJ cause my friends call me KJ and you my friend now.

~

KJ: I’ll walk your dogs for 5$!

Me: Imma think about it, okay?

KJ: Ok ok, 3$!! But that’s the lowest imma go. What a deal right?!?!

~

9yo: You know my Mama’s got a boyfriend.

Me: That’s nice!

9yo: My grandmama don’t like him cause he ain’t got a job.

Me: Oh.

9yo: Do you got a job?

Me: Yeah.

9yo: *screaming across the yard* GRANDMAMA!! THIS GIRL GOT A JOB!

(I might be her new stepmom, y’all. Idk)

~

12 yo: You ain’t got a man?

Me: Nope.

12 yo: You got a woman?

Me: Nope.

12 yo: It’s just you and these dogs?

Me: Yep.

12 yo: Girllllll! You living the life!

~

9yo: *banging on my back door* HEY!! Open the door!!

Me: *opening the door, freaking out* OMG! WHATS WRONG!

9yo: Nothing. You got a popsicle?

Me: Ummmm...no.

9yo: You want one?

Me:???

9yo: *pulls a popsicle from behind her back* I think you need this.

Me: Thank you.

9yo: Alright. Imma see you tomorrow. Bye!!

Me:...okay

[drakenology]

bestie your little reader x daddy bakugou was immaculate 😚🤌🏻✨

i don't know if your requests are open, but if they are could i request a kenma daddy & little reader?

i have a headcanon that he was like,, kinda "put down" by people because he was a bit scrawny and quiet, so now he's like "i'll show em" and boom,, daddy

if you don't want to that's okay!! or if you'd like to save it for later that's alright as well💖 i hope you're having a good day! stay hydrated and don't forget to eat a good meal!!🤠

HNNNN!!!! how’d you know about my kenma sweet spot???

now i dead ass said I wasn’t gonna write today to give myself a break butt FUCK THAT

the world needs this ok??? also thank you for your request and hope you’re having a great day too. now time to lace up my boots, drink sum iced coffee and run this mf! hope you enjoy ;). I cannon Kenma being an absolute sex god okay? Mean Dom all the way! 

daddy! - daddy!kenma x little!reader

warnings: smut!, daddy kink, little!reader, daddy!kenma, butt plug, overstim?, dacryphilia (idk if i spelled that right...), pussy sounds, yep.

Kenma at first glance is a frail and meek guy. He was known mostly by everyone - including you at first- as a complete introvert who stayed out of the way most of the time, conversations never going as far as hi and bye. But with that, he always felt the need to prove himself as someone who isn’t so meek and quiet. He’ll prove that people shouldn’t underestimate him. So when you started dating him, you were absolutely shocked by his many kinks and insatiable desires. Kenma was the kind of dom many littles dreamed of. He was sweet and a very generous gift giver. 

When you’re the good little girl you were so inclined to be he’d reward you so well; soft kisses and new stuffies & toys to add to your collection to spoil you. He was excited to learn you liked being spoiled and treated like a fragile little girl. So he of course had to introduce his new title as our daddy in style. 

He’d start by leaving noticeable bruises all over your body. Conveniently placed hickies where his teammates could see, since he always demands you dress in practically nothing so everyone can ogle at his gorgeous baby. Short skirts, tops that left nothing to the imagination, thigh high socks; the works. That and a numerous amount of rules were set in place for you to follow behind closed doors; ask permission, say please, use your words. Something in Kenma loved telling you what to do and having you beg and bend at his every whim since he was often so looked over. He loves that you practically rush at the chance to please him and obey him. 

Oh but when you disobey?

He’s more than willing to put you back into your place. 

“What have I told you about little girls who don’t listen, princess? They get..?” Kenma lures you to finish his sentence, wanting to ensure you understand that you’re in trouble. He takes a leather belt- the first blunt object he could get his hands on to spank you into next week- and slides the material over your plump ass. 

“P-Punished..” You answer softly, burying your face into the plush belly of your favorite stuffie. Kenma earns your correct answer with a harsh strike of his belt, your back arching upwards in pain as you sob out an apology. 

“Too late for that princess. Whine all you want. It’ll only make your punishment worse.”  Kenma grunts, hitting the soft flesh of your ass and smoothing the sting over with his hands. He nudges his thumb over the pretty jewel that twinkled in the light, a cute butt plug he got for you to wear from time to time. He pushed it in a bit further, a desperate plea leaving your lips as he smacks your ass again with the thick leather belt. 

“Don’t like it when I punish you, baby?” Kenma asks condescendingly, already knowing the true answer when you mutter out a weak “no”. “Oh, but I think you do, princess. Why else would you act out so much today? You’ve clearly forgotten your place. Allow me to remind you.” 

Suddenly, his slender fingers are sliding against your already slick folds, Kenma sucking his teeth at the wetness of his fingers once he slides them easily inside. “Aww, look how sloppy my little cunt is. And you told me you didn’t like being punished. What a little liar you are.” as his nimble digits hook against your spongey spots, obscene noises filling the room as you cry out for him. Unbeknownst to you, he was going to overstimulate your pretty pussy until you saw stars, until you were begging him for a break. He growls as his hands work their magic on your puffy cunt, the other hand smacking your ass harshly as he brings you to your first blinding orgasm of the night, your greedy walls tightening around his fingers. 

“Hmm. You know what to say, princess.” he mutters once he notices your frantic sentences. 

“C-Can I please cum daddy? P-Please? I’ll be your good girl, daddy I promise jus’ please lemme cu-cum.” You babble, your eyes welling in tears as your toes curl up tightly. Kenma smirks as he burns holes into the back of your head with his eyes, not being able to resist teasing you a bit. 

“You promise, baby?” Kenma says, fingers moving faster as your moans become more desperate and high pitched.

“Yes! Daddy please yes! I-I promise! I p-promise!” You whine, unable to hold back any longer. Kenma tuts and grants you permission, not so mean that he can’t grant his pretty baby the right to cum for him. And so you do, your juices running down his fingers as you twitch and drool all over your teddy bear. 

“One down three more to go, pretty baby. You ready for daddy?” Kenma soothes, a hard cock now resting on your sore ass cheek as his hand makes way into your hair to yank it. You gasp, nodding as you look up at him with tear stained eyes. Before you can speak, his dick is already inside you starting off at a brutal pace. You’re a hiccuping mess, pleading for more as you clench around him already, extremely sensitive and needy. Kenma’s animalistic grunts are echoing past your ears, hand wrapped around your neck to choke you. You gasp, eyes rolling back as his cock hit your cervix over and over again; the white hot pleasure becoming all too much for you to take. 

“Daddyyy!” You scream, Kenma taking that wail as a compliment as he pushed his thumb against your butt plug, wanting yet another volley of your sweet juices to coat his cock. 

“C’mon, princess don’t be selfish. Gimme another..” 

[equivocaleternity]

For the ask game: Bestie do you remember when one of us got Overlord/Whirl? Yeah that, with Quintessons.

“Oh, come on,” Whirl said. “Half the species captured, and they’re putting me with you?”

Overlord didn’t speak. He just loomed in the corner—and the fact that he could somehow loom while sitting down with his arms chained behind his back was just unfair, really. Whirl would like to file a complaint with the universe. Better yet, he would like to shoot a bazooka at the universe.

“Well, looks like we’re roomies, roomie,” Whirl said, as the Quintesson guard shoved him into the cell and reengaged the laser field. Whirl snapped his claws menacingly at the guard, then turned back around. He leaned against the wall and gave Overlord the once over. “I have to say, I’m disappointed. You’re a lot less imposing than I’d hoped. I mean, you’re supposed to be unbeatable, but here you are. It’s not gonna be nearly as satisfying when I kill you now that I know you can get captured by some lousy Quints.”

Overlord raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, showing off your capacity for facial expressions, very classy. But I know what you’re going to say—Whirl, you handsome mech, you, weren’t you captured by some lousy Quints, too? To which I say, yeah, but I’m the scrappy kind of crazy scary. I just get cooler when I’m captured, ‘cuz then I break out and kill everybody. You’re supposed to be the don’t mess with this guy at all kind of crazy scary. Now it’s not going to be as impressive when I mess with you! Ugh, and it’s probably safer or whatever to have you trapped, even if it’s by the Quintessons. Man, I might not get to fight you at all! Talk about letdowns. Y’ think they’ll make us fight for our energon? I bet I could totally beat you in a gladiator match.”

Overlord raised his eyebrow higher.

“You know, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be more talkative than this,” Whirl said thoughtfully. “The Quints cut your voicebox or something?”

“No,” Overlord said. “I’m merely entertained by your prattle. Do continue—your audacity amuses me. But first, tell me, Autobot. Do you really think I would let myself be captured if I didn’t have a plan?”

“Yep,” said Whirl. “If you could break outta here, you would’ve killed me as soon as you saw me. The chance to kill the cop that beat up Megatron? You’d never pass up that opportunity.”

“On the contrary,” Overlord said smoothly. “I have no quarrel with you. Perhaps the Autobots don’t know, as it was somewhat overshadowed in the face of our factions’ new common foe, but Megatron and I have…had a falling out, you could say.”

“Ha, and now he’s sold you out to the Quints?”

“He did not sell me out!” For a moment it seemed like he would lunge at Whirl, but then he regained his composure.

“Alright, then,” Whirl said, clacking a claw, “Tell me your big plan, oh impressive one.”

Overlord chuckled darkly. “As if I would share my secrets with an Autobot. Just because Megatron and I are enemies does not make us allies, little one.”

“Yeah, see, you’re really not selling me on the I have this all under control thing. I think you just don’t want to admit you got caught. So? How’d they do it? Snatch you while you were in recharge?”

“…multi-species intergalactic gladiator planet,” Overlord muttered.

“Ha!” Whirl pointed at Overlord as best he could with handcuffed claws. “They tricked you! You got tricked!”

“I knew it was a trap the moment I saw it, don’t flatter the creatures.”

“You knew it was a trap and you still went? Sheesh, no wonder you weren’t in high command. Not exactly the smartest idea.”

Overlord sneered. “Mouthy little thing, aren’t you? Is that why the Functionists had you…made over, so to speak? They got tired of your yapping? You’re getting further from entertaining and closer to annoyance, you know. Ah, but still, I suppose I’m going to kill you anyway, so there’s no harm in a little venting. I will admit, I underestimated the Quintessons. Nasty little organic blackguards, the lot of them. I’d been planning on feigning…defeat…long enough for them to bring me back to their home planet. Then I’d break out and atomize the wretched little ball of slime, and every Quintesson on it.”

“Ah, there’s your first mistake,” Whirl said. “The Quints aren’t taking any Cybertronians back to their homeworld. Hell, we haven’t even figured out where it is. Nah, they’ve been shipping us out to work on their colonies.”

“What?” Overlord roared. “Colonies? How dare they! We’re supposed to be the ones colonizing the galaxy! We’re supposed to be the ones exerting our dominance over all the filthy little organics, not the other way around!”

“Well, sometimes they make us fight in blood sports instead,” Whirl offered.

Overlord scoffed. “Humiliating. Fighting for the entertainment of those worms. Any self-respecting Cybertronian would choose death over lowering themselves to such levels.” But he did look slightly mollified.

Whirl snickered. “Hey, cheer up. You’re probably too dangerous for either option. I bet this ship is headed to the best prison they’ve got. They’re gonna keep you locked up forever.”

Wait.

Whirl stopped laughing.

They’d probably do tests on him, too. If Whirl still had a face, he would’ve grimaced. If the Quintessons learned what made a Phase Sixer tick…damn it. Whirl was gonna have to break him out, wasn’t he. He’d rather just kill him the first chance he got, but he couldn’t risk it. Wait too long, and he might not get a chance; he had no idea if they were both getting put in the same place, and besides, even if he managed to kill him, leaving Overlord’s corpse with the Quintessons would be almost as bad. Damn it.

Damn it. He really didn’t want to be the guy who broke Overlord, of all ‘Cons—ex ‘Cons?—out of jail.

“Something the matter, Autobot?” Overlord was smirking at him. “You’ve gone quiet.”

“You underestimated them,” Whirl said. “The Quints. How’d they get the drop on you? What’s keeping you from busting out right this minute?”

“You’re a nosy one,” Overlord said sourly. “Chasing your glory days as an enforcer?”

“I was never exactly valued for my detective skills. Now c’mon, I need to know if I’m going to help you escape.”

Overlord barked out a laugh. “Really, now! You’re going to help me escape? That’s not very Autobot of you, Autobot. Helping mean old Overlord…what would Prime think of you, hmm?”

“Listen, Tiny,” Whirl snapped. “I’m willing to help you get free. And believe me, that hurts to say. Willing is a lot different than wanting. So spill, quick, before I change my mind, because I’d love to change my mind.”

“You really are entertaining!”

“Look, if you’re okay with the Quints opening you up to see how you work, then that’s fine by me.”

“Ah,” Overlord said, sobering. “I suppose I do see your point. A truce is in order, perhaps?”

“Sure,” Whirl said. “I don’t kill you, you don’t kill me, until we’re out of Quint reach. After that, watch your back.” He clacked his claws.

“I’m trembling. Anyway, it’s mnemosurgery,” Overlord said. “Or a ridiculously primitive bastardization. I can see the code. There’s a little device on the back of my neck. It’s keeping me…docile. I’m almost completely immobile. I think it was supposed to keep me fully offline, though, which, as you can see, I am not. In time I should be able to overcome it completely.”

“We don’t know if we have that much time,” Whirl said. “Here, lemme take a look.”

He walked over to Overlord cautiously. Truce or not, “almost completely immobile” or not, Whirl wasn’t about to let his guard down around him.

He peered at Overlord’s neck. The device was small, and the needles were probably in deep, to penetrate the armor. If Whirl wasn’t careful, removing it would most likely kill him. He wouldn’t put it past the Quints to have safety measures, either, like booby trapping it with a bomb, but he didn’t know how to check something so small for booby traps, so he was just going to go for it and hope for the best.

“Well, doctor? The verdict?”

“The verdict is hold still,” Whirl said. “And also this might kill you, just as a heads up.”

He opened up a claw, engaging his dexterity mods. Slowly, carefully, as best he could in handcuffs, he slid one of his “fingers” under the device, feeling for the needles. To his surprise, there seemed to only be one.

“That is intensely unpleasant,” Overlord said, in a tone that would be more threatening if Whirl wasn’t aware of how helpless he was right now.

“No talking when I start to remove it,” Whirl said. I can feel your vocalizer when you do. There’s only one needle, as far as I can tell. Can you feel it at all? You think it’s serrated? Oh, and you said you can see its code. Any nasty surprises in store if it’s taken off that you can see?”

“Hm. No, I don’t think so. The needle felt smooth going in, though I can’t feel it now. And the code is insultingly rudimentary—no traps in sight. I’m surprised they managed to incapacitate me at all.”

“Eh, I’m not complaining,” Whirl said. “The easier this is the better. You know, I’m a little hurt they went to all this trouble for you and I’m just in handcuffs. Why didn’t I get a thingamajiggy?”

“You do,” Overlord said. “I saw it when you turned around to heckle the guard. It had to have been supposed to engage by now, and yet you seem unaffected. Curious.”

“Bet you anything they put it in the wrong spot,” Whirl said. “It’s the way I got reconfigured when the Functionists—how did you put it? When they made me over. Hard to get at the brain stem, so I’ve been told. Never been mnemosurgeried, but it’s come in handy when getting stabbed in the neck. Anyway, I’m about to pull, so get ready.”

He pulled on the device as lightly as he could. He had to give it a slight tug to get it to move, but after that it went smoothly. Whirl synthesized a whistle as he saw the needle. It wasn’t thick, but it was long. Eeesh.

When Whirl had started removing the device, Overlord had gone just barely tense—the most he could move, most likely. As Whirl pulled the needle out farther, he tensed up further as he regained control over his body, then started relaxing as the needle came in contact with fewer and fewer nerves. When Whirl finally got the needle fully out, the atmosphere of the room tangibly changed, the air of something dangerous let out of a cage.

The moment he was free, Overlord broke the chains he’d been bound in, put one giant hand around Whirl’s head, and squeezed.

Whirl, of course, had been expecting that, because he wasn’t stupid. Before Overlord could apply any real pressure, Whirl slipped his claw right into the seam of Overlord’s wrist and snipped a wire. Overlord’s hand went limp. His eyes widened, and he laughed.

“Ha! Clever! Very clever.” Overlord raised his unresponsive hand and shook it. “And you cut just the right cable, too. That takes precision.”

With his other hand, he grabbed Whirl—gently—by what was left of his chin.

“Hey, watch the merchandise,” Whirl said, with a bravado he didn’t entirely feel. “I can surgerize your other wrist just as easily as I did your first one, y’know.”

Overlord stroked a thumb over Whirl’s optic lens. Whirl’s vocalizer stuttered off. Overlord hummed.

“I like you, Whirl,” he said. “I think I’m going to keep you, when this is all over.”

[tryingmydarndest]

Thank You (Luka Couffaine x Reader)

Summary (Part 1/probably 3): The author goes on a bit of a tangent about how Y/N goes on a bit of a tangent about Viperion. Who may just have a little, big ol' crush on them?

Tags: -not enough actual relationship -fluff -but like, a weird sprinkling of angst that I didn't plan on right at the end???

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Inspired by this fic by @seriously-sirius-black <3. Luka? OOC? Idk, probably, I don’t write fanfic. But I am actually kinda proud of how well Alya turned out. Writing this made me realize how much of a mom friend I apparently headcanon her as. I wrote this gender-and-as-everything-else-neutral as I can make it (lemme know if you see ways I can improve, tho idk how much more fanfic I'll even be writing). Also, I freakin' RAMBLE and overuse italics, but ya get what ya get and ya don't gotta fret. Ooh, important note for future parts (if i write them) - this is a kinda!au where the miraculous users keep their miraculous. also if I had a nickel for every time I get awkwardly specific about the placement of both of a character’s hands I’d have TWO nickels. Happy reading!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Part I - Paris's Cutiest Heroes

The look currently on Marinette’s face as she sputtered out a response was priceless, “Cat Noir? Cat Noir!? What makes you think I’d find Cat Noir attractive at all? And- and- HIM- the cutest superhero! Ridiculous!”

“Utterly ridiculous?”

“Nice one, Alya”

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” you gave Alya a high five on your way to your seat next to Juleka and Rose on the couch facing Marinette and Alya. A sunny Friday after school was the perfect place for Kitty Section and their entourage to hang out. Unfortunately without Ivan and Mylène, seeing as their anniversary called for a private celebration. After pushing a couple couches onto the deck of The Liberty, Alya had predictably started talking about Paris's resident hero team. Today, she chose to ask everyone who they deemed the cutest, and she made sure to jump on Marinette's... interesting response, “And girl, he has the same silky golden hair and dreamy emerald eyes as Adrien Agreste. What’s utterly ridiculous is you freaking out and dodging every time we bring up superheroes!”

The designated snack-boy, Luka, walked out precariously carrying three bowls of goodies for everyone, “Alright, I got more popcorn. Sorry, but looks like we’re out of cheese flavoring, Y/N”

“Oh... that’s fine. I honestly wasn’t expecting it since I forgot to ask,” your free hand not reaching for the bowl rubbed the back of your neck, “but thanks for remembering.”

“Oh, um yeah- Always," is it creepy to remember something so specific? Someone as nice as Y/N wouldn't be interested in some creep. Ugh. Luka took a seat with his own bowl after passing Alya and Marinette theirs. He ended up next to you on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch, dangerously close to touching your legs.

Rose reached for the popcorn as she interjected, “You know, Alya does have a point. So Marinette, why don’t you just tell us who you think the cutest superhero is, if you don’t like us guessing?”

Somehow Marinette’s face went even paler as she spoke, “What- I mean, I don’t- I haven’t thought- Wha- what about Y/N? Why aren’t you interrogating them?”

Alya crossed her arms, “Because Y/N says the same thing about the same hero every day. Just watch. Ahem, Y/N, care to weigh in on the cuteness level of our lovely Parisian superheroes?”

You looked up from the bowl you had stolen back from Rose with wide eyes, "Hey! Okay, no, that is not fair! Besides, what is our criteria for 'cute'? I mean... Are we going just by physical characteristics? Is costume a factor? What about the animal they're representing, could our opinion of that make this whole thing unfair? And cuteness is so subjective anyway... Why are we even reducing these amazing and honorable superheroes to just their looks? I mean we could be talking about skill, or their powers or power lev-"

"-And your answer would be exactly the same. Seriously, are you done trying- and might I add, failing- to talk yourself out of this one yet? Or should I just read the article you wrote for the Ladyblog?"

"You said you deleted that!"

Luka had perked his head up at your initial fumbling response and turned to you when he spoke, "You wrote an article? That's pretty cool."

You rubbed your face to try and distract yourself from the burning embarrassment, "Umm, yeah. But it was terrible and extremely not. worth. publishing." You hoped the glare you sent the girl in question was enough to scare her into deleting it on the spot, or to at least lie about it, "So Alya kindly deleted it, right?"

Sitting up with a smug look and crossed arms severely lowered your faith that she'd keep quiet. "A good journalist archives everything. Especially something as juicy as one of her besties going on for five thousand words about how dreamy the great Viperion is," dramatically fake-fainting into Marinette's lap, Alya could barely finish before bursting out in laughter. Of course, quickly followed by the others joining in to varying degrees. Juleka and Rose happily giggled to themselves, Marinette looked more relieved that the heat was off her, and Luka seemed to be shocked, or maybe just holding back to see how you were taking this.

Horribly. Horribly embarrassed would describe how you were taking this conversation. You sat there stock-still as you hoped that none of the others could hear your heart's desperate attempts to pound its way out of your chest. That's certainly all you could hear, at least until Alya's voice brought you out of it, "Hey, it's fine," she made her way over to sit next to you as she continued, "We all have our little hero crushes. That's why I bring it up all the time, to show you that it's totally normal! I mean, we all know how I could go on about Carapace for days," Alya gestured for the others to continue, and used her other hand to try and comfort you.

"Well, I find Ladybug to be just absolutely adorable and so kind.... oh it just makes me so happy knowing she's keeping all of Paris safe," Rose added softly.

Juleka brushed a strand of hair aside as she spoke, "Rena Rouge is super mysterious, pretty rad in my opinion."

Alya was rubbing your back like the mom friend she is to try and help encourage you, "See? Super normal, so go ahead and release all this pent up Viperion energy that I know you have. Maybe it'll encourage Marinette here to finally join in the fun!" Alya stuck her tongue out at her best friend, who responded promptly by smashing her face into a pillow.

You just sighed, "I mean- it’s- it can't just-'' were you supposed to just get over it all just like that? Well, at least the embarrassment was wearing off, maybe you could just entertain her for a bit, "Well- um, you see.... HisHairJustLooksReallySoftAnd- you know what. Nope. Can't do anymore of this. Yep- that's all you're getting out of me!" This time when everyone started giggling, you were able to comfortably join them. It was a nice feeling.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A nice evening chilling out with your friends was always welcome, especially with the rising number of akumatizations making that less possible. But the night had come to a close. Alya and Marinette went home, Juleka was walking Rose back herself, and Luka and you had volunteered to clean up. Luka stopped drying the cup in his hand for a minute as he looked at you, “Um, I know it might not be my place, but I want you to know that you don’t have to be embarrassed about the whole... Viperion thing.” God, how am I supposed to take the news that MY crush has a crush on.... Sort of me? Am I supposed to count it as me at all?

“Oh, um. Yeah, thanks. I think I’m over the embarrassment now that it’s out. I don’t know, it’s just that a lot of people think it’s weird since he’s kind of a new hero,” how are you supposed to explain this to him? That you kept such a non-issue secret from him, especially without getting suspiciously defensive about it. “And then people use that to try and say that I only like him for his looks..... And that’s not it! I don’t know, it’s kind of.... A lot? To explain, that is.” This was not going well.

“Oh... Well, what is it? That you like about him, I guess.”

This was so not going well. But he was waiting for a response so... “Uh, well I guess it did kinda start..... that way.... but then I started doing research. I learned about his power and saw videos of his fights. He’s really good! Especially for being so new, which kinda goes into why his power makes me like him so much.” Shit. Rambling, I’m just talking and talking and I need to stop. But how am I supposed to change the subject now? And now Luka’s sitting down, and he seems so invested. Why does this have to happen to me?

“What do you mean by that?”

Luka’s voice kindly shuts your little thought-spiral in its tracks. What were you saying? Oh, Viperion’s powers! You can talk about this, you know this. Just keep talking, at least he seems interested in it, “Well, you know how he can go back and redo the last couple of minutes?” Luka nodded, “Well, we always see the time that worked out. Us civilians get to keep going from the one time it all went right. Just imagine all the times he failed, all the times he couldn’t get it right. It could be dozens, maybe even hundreds of times! He must get so discouraged at some point, I mean I know I would.... I guess I didn’t really think about it at first, but.... but, I doubt I could keep that determination, and I’m so glad Paris has a hero who can, and does.”

Silence. Why was it so quiet? Oh no, he thinks I’m weird. He must think-

“All of this from ‘his hair looks soft’?”

“Hey! You can’t tell me not to be embarrassed, then make fun of me! That’s against the rules!”

Luka chuckled as he said, “Against what rules, exactly?”

“The Rules Of Best Friendship, duh!”

“And who exactly said you were my best friend?”

“Well... your loss, I guess. Now you won’t get an invitation when I plan Rose and Juleka’s wedding,” you brushed off his offended glare as you took the seat next to him.

“She’s my sister.”

“She’d take my side.”

I’d take your side, too. I will always take your side. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

A/N the sequel: I am super bad at finishing things, but I really wanna keep motivated to finish this (like I have a full, probably 3 part, plan for this). If you guys want to help, shoot me a message and I'll send you a link to the google doc I'm writing this on. Feel free to leave a little comment (pls be kind, obviously) and see my writing process! Idk, would any of you guys be interested in that? Would you just get annoyed at having already read the thing before I post it?