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thetriumphantpanda · 2 years ago

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she a bad lil bitch, she a rebel | joel miller

Summary | Joel has to teach you a damn lesson, just like always.

Pairing | Brat Tamer!Joel x F!Reader

Word Count | 4K

Warnings | brat tamer!Joel, softdom!Joel, praise kink, implied age gap, spanking, use of rope restraints, hair-pulling, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, (1) singular pussy slap, unprotected PiV sex, rough sex, oral sex (M&F receiving), face-fucking, fingering, dirty talk, breath play, biting, cum play/cum eating, reader is a bratty menace, aftercare(!), no use of y/n.

Authors Note | All I'm going to say is this came to me in a dream and I had to get it down on paper. Mostly written on my phone with very little proofreading, so any mistakes are my own and I will live and die by them. This is basically just pure filth. Enjoy, and happy birthday to that old man. I love him but I would give him the hardest time, just like reader.

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If there was one thing that you lived for, it was pushing Joel Miller’s patience. The poor man had wandered into Jackson, little girl in tow, looking worn and weary almost a year ago, and from the moment you set eyes on him, you just knew you had to give this old man a run for his money.

You’d started subtle, flirting with him on patrol, taking his distaste at your attempt to talk to him at every second as a personal challenge to break him, to work him down just enough to make your move. After a couple of weeks, he’s started talking, mainly in single word answers, but you’d managed to slowly chip him down.

Then came the weekly drinks at The Tipsy Bison, everyone on patrol usually went, apart from those scheduled to be out that day, but he’d started laughing at your jokes and had even opted to sit next to you on occasion. Then one night, he’d walked you home, you’d had one too many glasses of whiskey, kissed him on the porch but agreed it wasn’t right to fuck right then, but he’d come back, that next night, both of you sober, and you’d kissed him again, and the rest really was history.

It’s late afternoon when he comes through his front door, toeing his boots off as the door slams behind him. You’ve been led on his couch for most of the afternoon, reading a book you’d plucked from his shelf – some nonsense Western that did nothing to keep your attention, but was enough to keep you occupied whilst you waited for him to come home.

“Afternoon,” You sing to him as he shrugs his jacket off, hanging it on the coat stand near the door, “Good patrol?”

“Was fine,” He grumbles, just like he always does, he swats at your legs to get you to move them enough for him to sit down, “Scoot,” You lift them up just long enough for him to ease himself onto the couch, before you put them back down on his lap, abandoning the book on the coffee table, “You sort the stuff in the kitchen like I asked?”

“No.” You say simply, shaking your head, subtly digging the heel of your foot into the front of his jeans.

His big palm circles your ankle, gripping in warning, “What about the sheets, you wash ‘em?”

“Did you see them pegged out when you came home?” You ask, sweetly, using your other foot now to dig into his jeans.

“Will you fuckin’ quit it?” He seethes a little, other hand gripping your other ankle to still you, “What have you done all day, huh?” He implores, “I don’t keep ya around to lounge about lookin’ pretty.”

You chuckle, “That’s exactly why you keep me around, old man.”

“Shut up,” He squeezes at your ankles, “I asked you a question, you gonna answer me?”

You shrug, “Woke up late,” You hold up one finger, “Felt horny so I got myself off,” Another finger, “Had a shower, used the last of that nice soap,” Another finger, “Made lunch,” Another finger, “And then led here reading one of your stupid books until you came home.” A final finger raised so you’re holding up and entire hand, palm facing towards him.

You’re looking at him, all scowling face and dark eyes as his fingers wrap even tighter around your ankles. If you didn’t know him like you did, you’d be frightened, but you know he’s just thinking about the best way to deal with you. You wonder which of his lessons he’s going to bring out today as the look he’s giving you shoots straight down to your core.

“I ask you to do two things,” He sighs, like he’s tired, “I ain’t exactly expectin’ slave labour from you, and you sit here and treat it like the Hilton?”

“What’s the Hilton?” You ask, genuinely curious, thinking it must have been something from the times before all this, the times you were too young to remember.

“Forget it.” He growls, and you think any minute now he’s gonna move to drag you off and show you just how bad you’ve been, but he doesn’t move, just sits with your ankles clasped in his hands, staring at the wall in front of him.

“I’ve been so bad Joel,” You goad, trying to wriggle your ankles free, “Aren’t you going to teach me a lesson?”

“No,” He spits, “I ain’t, because you like it too damn much, ain’t teachin’ you anythin’ because you never learn.”

You pout a little, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “Promise to listen real hard this time Joel,” You promise, “Try and learn and much as possible.”

“No,” He speaks, stern tone, with a warning squeeze to your ankles again, “Been a long day, don’t have the energy to bring you into line.”

“Ah, I see,” You muse, “You’re feeling too old today.”

“What did you just say t’me?” He’s incredulous now, good, you’ve got him just where you want him.

“Oh, nothing,” You giggle, “Don’t worry.”

It seems to do the trick though, because he’s pushing himself up from the couch, gripping at your wrist now to pull you up as well. He pushes you gently by the small of your back to get you to walk in front of him, “Upstairs.” Is the only instruction he gives, along with a playful swat to your bottom as you start up the stairs.

He’s crowding behind you, always following just one step behind as you make your way to his bedroom, suddenly aware that you didn’t make the bed when you rolled out of this morning. That’s surely another black mark to your name, you think, as he sits down on the edge of the bed.

“Get undressed.”

This is new, normally Joel liked to be the one to unwrap you, but you start working on the buttons of your shirt, undoing it and dropping it to the floor, followed closely behind by your jeans, leaving you standing in front of him in your underwear, “All of it.” He demands.

Your hands shakily reach behind you to unclasp your bra, dragging it from your body to land with the rest of your clothes. You drag your panties down your legs and step out of them, wrapping your arms across your chest to try and cover yourself a little. Joel reaches out a hand to you, which you take timidly, expecting him to pull you into him so he could put his mouth on you, anywhere, but instead, you find yourself pulled to him and folded over his lap so quickly you let out a surprised yelp.

“So fuckin’ naughty, all the damn time baby,” He speaks softly, running his fingers down the length of your spine, “Don’t ever think you’ll learn how to be good.”

His hand trails down to your bare ass, gripping the skin with his hands, using his other arm to press you down into his lap, rough material of his jeans rubbing against the sensitive peaks of your tits and the soft skin of your tummy. He rubs his rough palm over the globes of your ass, anticipation building in your body. Then, he pulls away, bringing his palm down onto your ass with a satisfying ‘smack’ ringing through the air. It takes a while for your brain to catch up with what’s just happened, but then the stinging sensation settles across your skin and has you wriggling to get away.

“Keep still,” Joel chastises, free hand digging further into the small of your back to keep you from moving, “That’s one, how many do you think you deserve baby?” He muses, “Fifty?”

“W-what?!” You exclaim, “N-no Joel, that’s too much.”

“Forty then?” His palm is cradling at the skin he’s just spanked.

“T-ten?” You offer feebly.

“Oh baby girl,” He tuts at you, “Aim higher.”

“Fifteen?”

“How about we settle for twenty, baby?” He asks, all soft and sweet, “Twenty seems reasonable to me.”

He doesn’t give you time to agree, it would seem the bargaining time is over, as he brings his palm back down onto your ass, harder than before, but in the same exact place. It jolts you on his lap, makes you cry out. The front of your body dragging against his denim.

“How many?” He asks, rubbing his hand over the skin he’s just spanked.

“Two.” You reply quietly, trying to keep the whimper you want to let out to yourself.

“Good girl,” He praises, raising his hand again, “Keep count for me, okay?”

Smack.

“Three!” You shriek, as his palm yet again connects with that same patch of skin.

Smack.

“F-four.”

Smack.

“Oh fuck,” You groan, trying to wriggle away unsuccessfully, it’s already too much, “Five!”

Smack.

This one doesn’t hurt as much; Joel’s shifted the assault of his palm onto the virgin side of your ass for you. You suck in a deep breath, try and blink away the tears that have formed in your eyes, as his hand massages where it’s just struck. He gives you another four on that cheek, and then switches back to the original, bringing his palm back down onto the skin that you’re sure is reddening by now.

“Joel!” You cry out, tears dropping from your eyes now, but your body betrays you and arches your back for him, pushing your ass up like you’re asking for it, “E-eleven.”

It carries on like that, five spanks to each cheek until you’re practically sobbing over his lap. You count the twentieth spank and a feeling of relief washes over you as he bends over you to press a light kiss to the sore skin he’s left. It makes you hiss, the contact, no matter how gentle he is with it. Then, he’s shifting you off his lap and onto the bed, letting you scurry away to the top of the mattress as he stands.

The stinging of the skin of your ass is still making you sniffle as Joel shuffles to the bedside table, digging around in it. You’re not quite sure what he’s looking for, focusing mainly on trying to keep the red raw skin of your ass off the sheets, when he stands, throwing what he was looking for onto the sheets next to you. You turn your head and see the length of rope that he keeps in his drawer just for moments like this.

“Arms up.” He short with you, sitting on his knees next to you.

You do as you’re told, raising your arms above your head, still pushing your ass off the bed, but knowing soon enough you’ll be focused on something else that isn’t the stinging sensation of your ass. He takes your wrists and binds them together deftly, like it’s a walk in the park for him, like it’s something he does all the time. Then, once he’s sure your wrists are safely encased in rope, he takes the other end and ties it to his bed frame. He tugs slightly to make sure the way he’ll have you thrashing soon means that you won’t be able to pull yourself free.

“That okay?” He asks gruffly, to which you nod, “Words, baby.”

“Y-yes,” You stammer, “It’s okay.”

“Remember your word?” He asks, stepping off the bed to partially undress, shucking his jeans and flannel off, but keeping his t-shirt and boxers on.

“I remember.”

He hums in approval, settling himself on the bed between your thighs, using wide palms to spread you open for him. You’re absolutely soaked, pussy dripping with slick from his palms and the way he’s trussed you up to his bed.

Joel lets out a low whistle, letting his thumb rub up the length of your folds, “See,” He murmurs, using his thumb to gently spread the lips of your pussy to reveal your clit, already swollen and begging for attention, “Told ya that ya liked being punished too much,” He lets his thumb make a single swipe over that bundle of nerves, chuckling as you cry out, hips bucking to try and follow his finger, “She’s already fuckin’ soaked for me, baby.”

You let out a high-pitched mewl, a begging sound that you hope tells him that you need him to touch you, you need to feel the pleasure you know he’s capable of after the pain he’s just inflicted. Mercifully he obliges, pressing the calloused pad of his thumb back to your clit, slick gathered there from before, as he starts rubbing in fast, precise circles. You’ve been so worked up that you can already feel the coil tightening in your tummy, and you know Joel can sense it as well, the way your hips are moving in time to his movements and the way you’re arching your back off the bed are a dead giveaway.

You can feel yourself reaching that peak, so fucking close to tipping over the edge when he tears his hand away from your core and sits back, watching as you try and move back towards him, moaning in frustration at being left high and dry. You’re wriggling about, trying to close your thighs to rub them together to get yourself off, when he pushes a wide palm into your belly. He’s so powerful in the best way, stilling your movements immediately as you look up at him, face serious.

“Remind me what the second thing on your list was this mornin’, baby?” He asks, voice as innocent as pie.

You’re wracking your brain, lust making you more confused about what the fuck he’s even talking about. Then it dawns on you, what you’d told him downstairs. Felt horny so I got myself off.

“You’ve got a big brain baby,” He coos, one palm squeezing your thigh, “I know you remember, so go on, tell me what you did.”

“I g-got myself off.”

“And is that what good girls do?” He asks, hand ghosting back to your pussy, knuckles of his hand brushing over your skin there.

“N-no?” You question.

“That’s right,” He hums, fingers slipping between your folds once more to gather some of the insane amount of slick that’s pooling at your aching entrance, “And besides, gettin’ to come is a reward, and I ain’t sure you deserve that right now.”

His thumb is back on your clit now, moving in exactly the same way as before, with just the right amount of pressure to be building you back up. It feels so fucking good already and you know the way it feels when he tips you over the edge, you know how delicious it is and God, you want it so bad.

“Please Joel,” You beg, all throaty and lust-filled, “I’ll be so good, I promise.”

“Maybe ya should’a thought about that earlier,” He growls, “Before you came without me, thought you could do it better than me, huh?”

“No!” You exclaim, because that’s definitely not true, you could never make yourself feel the way he does, “Oh God, please Joel.” You’re so fucking close, just a few more passes of his thumb and you could do it, you know you could, but so does he, which is why he’s tearing his thumb away from you again.

You actually cry now, tears of frustration building in the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over as you thrash around on the bed, hissing when the rope around your wrist digs in but not caring all that much.

“Quit your cryin’.” He chastises, hand on your hip to keep you still.

You whimper, lip wobbling, trying to keep your cool. All you want is to reach out to him. You think if you could touch him, he would give you what you want, so you’re pretty sure that’s why he’s got you tied to the damn bed, to keep himself in check, to see this through, because Joel Miller always folds to you when you put your hands on him, weak man that he is.

“You’re being so mean.” You cry out as he shifts, lying flat on his stomach so you can feel his breath on your aching pussy.

“You were the one beggin’ to get punished baby,” And it smarts because it’s true, “I’m only givin’ you what you wanted.”

He leans forward, tongue licking a stripe through your pussy, all the way up to your clit where he sucks the little bud into his mouth, rolls it between his lips and then lets it pop from his mouth like an ice-pop. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue a few times and you suck in a breath, your fingernails digging painfully into the palm of your hands as you focus on trying to reach the cliff edge and fall over it this time.

You’re holding your breath, hips working in time with the movements of his mouth, eyes screwed shut just trying to focus on how good it feels. You can hear the rustling of sheets, which means if you were to open your eyes and look down at him, you’d find him grinding himself into the bedsheets for his own relief. He pulls off you, and you’re about to curse him out when he speaks.

“You wanna come, baby?” He asks, punctuating it with a flick of his tongue.

“Oh please Joel,” You beg, and even to your ears it sounds wrecked and pathetic, “Please let me come.”

Then, you’re shrieking because the palm that has dealt so much damage to your ass this evening, has now swatted your aching cunt, “No.” He says simply, pushing himself back up and onto his knees.

He pulls his t-shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere behind him. You’re squirming as he shucks off his boxers, moving awkwardly to kick them off, before he’s mounting your body, those strong thighs straddling your chest as his throbbing cock rests just millimetres from your mouth. He reaches down, let’s his fingers tangle in your hair as he pulls your head forward roughly. Your mouth, like muscle-memory takes over, opens, and the head of his cock slips over your tongue. You can already taste the salty beads of pre-cum as he shuffles forward a little, easing his cock into your mouth until it’s hitting the back of your throat.

He holds your head steady with the fingers tangled in your hair as he fucks your throat. The sound is obscene, practically pornographic, the wet sounds that come as the head of his cock meets the back of your throat on every thrust. He pulls out of your mouth every now and then, when he’s thrust too hard and makes you gag on him, but fucking hell it’s turning you on so much. You can feel yourself literally dripping onto the sheets, you don’t think anything has ever made you this wet before.

He pulls his cock out of your mouth one last time, a string of saliva connecting him to your mouth until he pulls away enough for it break, laying wet across your chin and down your neck. Joel shuffles back down your body and you think finally, you’re going to get some relief.

He hooks your knees over his arms, pushing them forward to your chest as his throbbing cock slips through your folds. He rocks his hips a few times, the bulbous head of him swiping over your clit, before he unexpectedly buries himself into your soaked cunt in one go.

You actually sob at the feeling. You’ve been so empty all night, and now you’re so full of him, so crowded by his body, that you finally feel some kind of relief. He’s still for a moment – once it would have been to get you used to the heft of him inside you, but right now, you know it’s because he’s just as fucked as you are, and he wants to make sure you’ve truly learnt your lesson.

Once he’s collected himself, he sets a bruising pace. Cock dragging out of your slick heat and slamming back into you. He revels in the way your tits bounce with every thrust, so much so that he leans forward and bites at the flesh, sucking bruises into your skin as he pounds himself right into the very depth of you.

“Doin’ so good for me baby,” He groans out against your skin, sucking your nipple into his mouth, letting it go with a wet pop as he pushes himself back up for me, “Takin’ your punishment so well.”

The angle he’s got you folded into means the head of his cock is brushing against the spongy spot inside you every time. Your pussy is clenched so tightly around him that it’s a miracle he’s held on for this long. He finally brings his thumb back to your clit and you’re begging this time that he’ll let you finish, because if he doesn’t you’re pretty sure you might actually die.

“Joel,” You mewl, “I’m g-gonna – holy shit – m’gonna come.”

“Go on baby,” He finally relents, you let out a sob of relief, “Come on my cock for me, like a good girl.”

It’s so overwhelming when it finally happens. Your vision blurs and blood rushes to your ears, blocking out any sound that isn’t the beating of your pulse. Your pussy clenches impossibly tight around him as pleasure finally floods through every inch of your body. You feel yourself literally gush on his cock, soaking his skin, your skin, the bedsheets beneath you. You think you might even scream his name as your body convulses and shakes, arches up into him.

You’re slightly aware of him pulling his cock from inside you, letting your knees drop. You can hear the slap of his fist on his skin as he fists his cock, and then he’s growling out your name, his cum spattering over your tummy, lying hot and thick on your sticky skin. It’s silent for a good few moments, the only thing you can focus on is the sound of you both sucking in breath to your lungs and the burn of the rope around your wrists.

“Look at me.” Joel demands, and you do, your eyes meeting his, which are almost black with lust, his face flushed, sweat pooling at his hairline.

He drags a finger through the pools of his cum, bringing his fingers to your mouth. He presses them into the flat of your tongue, letting you swallow, which continues until you’ve cleaned every inch of him from your skin. He then works quickly to untie the knots that have you bound to the bed, freeing your skin from the burning feeling that’s settled there.

“Stay still,” It’s still demanding, but it’s softer now, as he gets off the bed, dropping the rope to the floor, “I’ll be right back.”

He comes back moments later with a glass of water and a cool cloth. He rolls you over onto your tummy, pressing the cool material to your ass, trying to soothe the red welts of his handprints that have already started to form. He presses soothing, open-mouth kisses to the skin before he rolls you back over onto your back.

He moves you because you’re pliant now, to rest against the pillows, handing you the water to drink as he runs the last of the cooling cloth over your lower tummy and through the folds of your spent cunt, then it’s discarded to the floor with everything else, and you’re being pulled to his chest, kiss pressed to your forehead.

“Too much?” He asks quietly, checking to make sure he hasn’t crossed some line with you.

“Just perfect.” You reply, eye-lids heavy with sleep.

He brings one of your wrists to his mouth, letting his tongue lick soothing stripes along the reddened skin there, kissing every now and then, but keeping you pressed tightly to his chest, you own arm draped around his waist.

“You learn your lesson?” He asks then.

“Probably not,” You hum against the sweaty skin of his chest, “I don’t think you’re ever going to fuck the attitude outta me, Miller.”

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alwaysshallow · 1 year ago

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prompt: You’re a retired S-tier supervillain. After you retired, you married a B-tier hero. You are forced back onto the stage when an A-tier villain attempts to kill your spouse. Ghost x reader

A/N: i don't know if i hate this or i like, so. it's yours to decide lmfao. especially that's a tiiiiny part that i decided to wrote bc i was bored.

Everyone wants to live happily ever after.

Not exactly a quiet life, but not too loud either. A perfect balance, where you have all the things (or almost all of them) to be happy, fulfilled in life.

Life that wanted your mother for you, before it all went down. Before you turned evil, as she liked to say.

You try to tell yourself that you deserve every inch of it, but you still miss the thrill of the hunt, blood on your hands, the way you just ruled the city like you wanted. Unbothered.

When your husband doesn’t look, you take out your mask, hidden carefully behind all those unopened cartons from your wedding. He thinks you burned all of your past, and here you are. Hiding it like a precious possession, so carefully.

It took you long enough to earn it—you don’t think you quite deserve it, but it’s nice to be a wife that can greet her husband every time he comes home from work. Every time he mentions something about you joining him, but it could be quite a laugh, you say.

A retired villain turned superhero. You’d rather die than make it happen, but that’s what your husband doesn’t know.

Well, he doesn’t know a lot of things.

For example, he doesn’t know how conflicted you are. Unconsciously, you think that you sabotage all of those happy moments. Overthinking stuff, asking yourself if you’re really in a good place, if you made a right decision; if a man is worth giving up your career.

Your whole life, if you want to be petty enough. Your whole life changed because of him—hell, you even changed in some way. Less snarkier, more laid back, so you wouldn’t be degraded to trophy wife, burned out villain in front of his friends and family.

Make them proud, he said once, before a meeting with his friends. Meeting that turned to complete disaster, heading home way earlier than you were supposed to because superhero bullshit bored and annoyed you enough.

But you tried to put up with it. Convince yourself that it is your fate, not the villain route that you chose before.

Fate hits you right in the face, when you enter your apartment to see three significant changes.

Your husband is tied like a pig on the table. Tight.

The apartment looks like a tornado went through it.

And three—

“Took you long enough.”

Yeah. That’s three.

You almost want to laugh. A bandit-like balaclava could scare a lot of people, but not you—not when you know him inside out. Not when you basically competed with him your whole life before.

Yeah. Before. Before you met your husband, before you two got married, before you decided to retire. The taste of this decision is bitter on your tongue, just like the thought that you feel excited for the first time in months because there’s potential danger. Something breaking you out of the routine.

“Normal people do groceries around this hour.” You shrug casually, taking a few steps; the intention of untying your husband falters the moment Ghost blocks your way, amused. You raise your eyebrow. “Come on—”

“—What? Scared?”

“No. But he has probably nothing to do with your business,” you point out, harshly. He lets out a scoff.

“Said that he’s gonna call cops on me. Very unfriendly behavior from a superhero, won’t you agree?” He tilts his head with a theatrical manner.

“I’d do the same,” you murmur under your nose, taking out the material that Ghost gagged your husband with. Carefully, your hand lands on the ropes, until Simon stops you.

“We have better things to do,” he says, his voice low. “Gotta step out from that wife role for a moment, ‘m takin’ you. He’s gonna do fine.”

“You’re taking me?”

“I am, yeah. A problem?” He arches an eyebrow, his grip tight on your wrist. Attacking him is useless, especially when he knows how you want to do it; he’s quick to pin you down against the counter. His front is hot against your ass—he laughs, as he’s almost able to feel your humiliation. “Won’t do anythin’ right in front of your husband, don’t worry. Or, will I?” he looks down at you, expression mocking.

“I hate—”

“Mm. Yeah, won’t do me good.”

And then, you’re out.

#seriously i want to delete this and redo lmao im just. ugh #struggles are struggling #simon ghost riley #ghost simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #x reader #cod x reader #call of duty fanfic

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redfurrycat · 2 years ago

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Pretending to be Hangman's boyfriend for a weekend? No problem at all. There aren't any feelings involved whatsoever. Of course not. Spoiler alert: There are feelings involved, and they are idiots about it.

like shooting stars by bottledyarn {T}

“Well," the gate agent said. "Only uniformed military members and their spouses can board priority, but—” “That works out,” Bradshaw said, his voice tinny and distant in Jake's ringing ears. “Because this is my fianc��.” If Jake hadn’t been able to choke down a piece of toast this morning, he thought he might be light-headed enough to just pass out right then and there. -- Jake is trying to fly home for Thanksgiving and not have a panic attack on the airplane. Bradley is trying to skip town and spend the holiday in a mountain cabin to distract from another Thanksgiving alone. Between the two of them, they might both get where they need to go.

Bad Idea by lovelybattle {E}

“I told my parents I’m bringing a guy that I’ve been dating home with me to get them off my back,” Jake said, and Phoenix’s eyebrows furrowed. “Let me guess, you haven’t been dating anyone and you don’t have anyone to bring.” Phoenix said, setting her drink down and folding her arms on the table.

Rack 'Em Up, Big Blonde by Earthangel_44 {E}

Bradley becomes a regular at a Hooters to spend three hours with a blonde server with an unfortunate taste in football teams. Along the way, Bradley might have developed feelings. AKA: Jake is a Hooter's girl and Bradley is his regular. (Podficced by ReformedTsunderePodfics)

Sereshaw Celebrity AU by lawrussoauto

a little goes a long way {G}

‘Rumours that the co-workers could be developing a romance have been circulating since Jake starred in Bradley’s hit movie; House of the Rising Sun.' - Or, the public are convinced Jake and Bradley are dating.

in plain sight {T}

A collection of oneshots set in the "a little goes a long way" AU.

Sell It by Renai_chan {T}

There are some fights you just can't fly your way out of. Sometimes you need a wingman to help you. When Jake gets hit on by a girl he can't turn down, Bradley comes to his rescue.

I’ll Be Yours for Christmas (if only in my dreams) by greenstuff {E}

After the mission, Bradley tells Jake that his mom thinks they’re dating and, against his better judgement, Jake agrees to go along with it for Christmas. Shameless fake dating holiday fluff set in a world where Carole didn’t die but everything else in canon happened.

I'll Be Home for Christmas (And I'll be Making it Your Problem) by ReformedTsundere {T}

Javy is scrolling past their local college's "Personals" page, seeing if they can find students they know enough to make harmless jokes at, when an apparent ad stops them both. Rent-A-Boyfriend Need someone to take home for the holidays? Not looking forward to being sat around the table and made to play nice? I'm a 26-year-old Navy brat with more piercings, tattoos, and trauma than sense. Polisci and Engineering double major who is running on caffeine (but can make it seem like I've got a drug problem). I ride a motorcycle for fun, have what can only be described as a "pornstache," and am unapologetically queer. I can and will, without trying, make any conservative parent wish they'd never picked up the phone to make you come home and have a blast doing it.

we met in the winter (and we fell in love) by haridwar {T}

The Twelve Days of Leave by orphan_account {T}

When Bradley made plans to meet his godfather for the holidays, the last thing he expected was to get marooned in an airport en route... When Jake had to rush home for a family emergency, the last thing he expected was to run into a fellow fighter pilot on the way... Now that the two former-rivals had joined up to spend Christmas in Jake's home town, would unexpected sparks fly? Or would they crash and burn? :::OR::: A fun, fluffy holiday romp with a pinch of angst, a dash of cheer, and a sprig of holly, all wrapped in a big red bow.

This Is My Seat by Writerofthelorde {M}

Jake, who is secretly very much into him, likes to annoy Bradley by sitting on his lap whenever he gets a chance. But then one day at the hard deck a guy Bradley knows -somewhat of an ex- walks in and claims that he's in his seat. And then, much to Jake's surprise, Bradley announces that actually, Hangman is his boyfriend.

do you feel the same (or was it just for fun) by burglarbilbo {E}

Jake wants to run his fingers through his beautiful hair, wants to reach out and touch him. Instead, he says: “You were the first boy I ever liked,” without thinking. He can’t tear his eyes away from Bradley’s face. With the dim moonlight coming through the large window, his features are soft, his eyes bright. “Seresin, you need to go to sleep,” Bradley says, not meeting his gaze. “Back at the academy. I thought… I dunno…I think I might have loved you then.” "Goodnight, Hangman." - in which jake needs a date to his brother's wedding and bradley is willing. what could go wrong? plus, throw in jake's toxic ex-girlfriend, his repressed sexuality, and his and bradley's shared history.

Sail on, on a distant highway, yeah by NeverwinterThistle {M}

I’m getting married, Maverick’s message says. Call me when you can.

I Don't Wanna Live Through This Comedown - Top Gun AU [Jake "Hangman" Seresin/Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw] by Road1985, trinipedia {E}

Meet Bradley, a struggling musician working at a strip club to cover medical expenses. Then meet Jake, who joined the Army in a desperate attempt to atone for his muddy past of drug abuse and get back the respect of his family. They couldn't be more different, but their needs are the same, so they agree to marry solely for military benefits. However, when tragedy strikes, the line between real and pretend begins to blur.

house of cards by bahjrc {M}

“Lieutenant, get in the car.” “Is that a request or an order?” Their lives are fickle like a house of cards, a balancing act through and through of life, death, sunrises and sunsets. Chasing after each other and coming around near misses, Rooster's life has been a roundabout of victories and losses up till now but he can't say it's been bad, when everything seems to fall into place after so long. However, all it takes is one misstep for everything to come crumbling down. Or, well, one bitter ex and a dramatic meeting, so it seems. Rooster finds out he doesn't mind going the extra mile to help Hangman out of something stupid, he owes him his life, after all. If Hangman minds, well, then that's a him problem, really.

Baby You Look Good by soisserieux {_}

He finds his name and desk number and heads in the direction of his seat, only to stop short when he sees the guy in the other chair. The guy is sitting there comfortably, with all of his shit unpacked, like he’s been there for a while. He’s got this old-looking Hawaiian print shirt on, and this mustache that looks like it came straight out of a trashy porno. And the worst part is, Jake can’t tear his eyes away. It’s like everything else happening in the lab suddenly came to a screeching halt, and he can’t do anything but stare at this guy. The spell is finally broken when the guy looks up at him. “Do you need something? Or…” Jake regains his composure and plasters a well-practiced cocky smile on his face. “Well, if you don’t mind, I need you to help me pass this damn class… Partner.” It’s kind of dumb and Jake almost wishes he didn’t say it, but it’s too late to take it back now. He’s stuck with it, just like he’s stuck with this guy as his lab partner. Fate has spoken. One of the guy’s eyebrows shoots up. “You’re my lab partner?” Jake sets his stuff down and sits down in the open chair, sidling up next to his new partner. “Lucky for you.”

If you need to believe in someone just pretend it's me by alltherecklesshours {T}

“Fair enough. So, if it’s not to hide a body, what is it?” One deep breath before the plunge. “I need you to be my boyfriend for a weekend,” he said and, if he wasn’t so nervous, he would have probably laughed at the way Rooster froze and his jaw dropped the smallest amount before he was shaking his head and clearing his throat. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that? I thought I heard you saying you needed me to be your boyfriend for the weekend,” Rooster sounded incredulous. Jake only rolled his eyes and ignored his heart pounding in his chest. “That was exactly what I said. Do keep up, Rooster.” - or: Jake's mom is getting married and he needs to keep his ex (and his sisters) off his back. Bradley is, obviously, his best shot.

you don't kiss me like a friend by haridwar {T}

Jake went back to join the party, seemingly indifferent, like their meeting was barely a blip on his radar in the grand scheme of things. Or, so Bradley had thought based off of the signals he had been picking up on at the time. His sudden and emphatic education into how far his assumptions had misled him, that was what started with a phone call in the middle of the night.

there's money for the taking (and the happiness we all deserve) by thegeckbros {E}

“So, what, one of the richest dudes in New York wants to be your sugar daddy?” “Kinda?” Jake sits back up, straightening up and turning his body towards Javy. “He doesn’t want like sex or anything. He just needs someone to pretend to date so his uncle and PR team get off his back about his reputation.” Or a sugar daddy au in which jake is a struggling law student, bradley's a billionaire, and they weave a tangled web

Say you'll be my darling by FlowersOnMyMind {E}

Rooster and Hangman have to go undercover as a married couple in this Mission Impossible AU fic. Feelings happen.

Formula 1: Deceive to Achieve by greenstuff {E}

When new teammates, Jake and Bradley, agree to pretend they’re in a committed relationship to land a sponsorship deal, they probably should have factored in the possibility they might fall for their own lies.

no road home by writteninwaves {M}

"In the end, maybe it’s all worth it. If all the flight paths end up here…. Well. All things considered, it’s not such a bad way to go. At least he’ll be saving someone else." Jake flies the mission as Dagger 1. Jake doesn't have anyone waiting on him to come home. The man he loves doesn't love him back. He thinks no one else would care as much if he goes. Maybe in the end it'll all be okay, he's the only expendable one anyway. So Jake takes the hit, and goes down. But Bradley Bradshaw doesn't let him go alone and comes back for him. This is a story of one self-sacrificial dumbass called Jake Seresin and how Jake learns to ask for help, understands he's not alone, and how he manages to find something to call his own along the way.

wreck my plans (that's my man) by Ravens_Words {T}

Fake dating turns into a fake engagement, which then snowballs into a fake (almost) wedding.

IWTBY Verse by hangmanbradshaw {E}

I want to brainwash you into loving me forever

“So…this is fucking weird and I have no clue what to say here.” Bradley smiled warmly and leaned his forearms against the table. “Don’t worry, Mav already filled me in, and I’ll do it.” Jake blinked. “You’ll do it?” “Yeah.” Bradley sat back with a nod. “You want to come out, right? If us appearing to be in a stable relationship will help, then I’m in.” Or, Jake Seresin has it all- fame, money, a NFL MVP trophy, a Super Bowl appearance, a lonely house, and a problem. He wants to come out on his own terms. Enter Bradley Bradshaw, the solution to said problem, or maybe, the beginning of a new problem. After all, you don't fall in love with your fake boyfriend. aka the Fake Dating NFL AU

you're all i can think of these days by haridwar {T}

Jake and Mav's no good very bad week and Bradley's efforts to save them

The Christmas Wedding Date by imafriendlydalek {E}

Bradley knows it’s a terrible idea, even as he’s agreeing to it. Sure, things between him and Jake are better now since the mission, but the bar for that was so low it was practically on the ground. Just because things are “better,” just because Hangman saved his life, just because they had a long talk about what happened in the past—a talk that maybe ended with some rather hurried but incredibly satisfying blowjobs in a bunk on an aircraft carrier and them then texting each other all of twice before today—doesn’t mean that this is a good idea. Spending a whole long weekend together, over Christmas no less? At Jake’s sister’s wedding? Pretending to be his boyfriend? A terrible idea. Still, Bradley has been known for making ill-advised decisions when it comes to one Jacob Seresin, and today is no different. “Yeah, alright,” he hears himself say. Can even hear the smile on his face. “Guess I should iron my suit, huh?” It earns him a laugh from Jake, gravelly and delighted. “Oh no, darlin’. This is an event for dress blues.”

Et Cetera by nightwrite24 {M}

Jake and Bradley, fake dating AU. Two idiots falling for each other.

Make the Yuletide Gay by imafriendlydalek {G}

Mav is looking over Ice’s left shoulder, toward Seresin and Bradshaw, as he says, “The kids seem to be getting along. Is this your doing?” Ice smiles down at him, and maybe it’s just the holidays, or the champagne, or it’s because his doctors recently declared him cancer-free, or because Maverick has finally moved in officially now that he has come to terms with not flying anymore. Whatever it is, it’s making Ice’s heart feel like it could burst with how inordinately fond he is of this man. “I was barely involved. All I did was give them a little nudge out the door.” Mav arches an eyebrow. “Sure thing, Gandalf.” *** Hangman and Rooster, as observed by Iceman, with a special appearance by Bob, a facetious yet observant little shit.

Family Cabin by viridimessorem {T}

If you'd told Jake in October of 2018 that he'd, in the future, end up introducing Bradley Bradshaw to his family as his boyfriend, he'd have, for one, punched you, for another, laughed his ass off because that would never happen. And yet, it had.

my heart is a christmas tree farm by greatea {E}

It's not like going to your ex-boyfriend's family Christmas while pretending to still be dating is a common favor to be asked for. But he did agree to this, when Jake phoned him up. It hadn't even taken much convincing. First, Jake had expected an immediate no when he called Bradley one Thursday evening. That didn't come. After Jake explained the situation, Bradley had said that he'd think about it. He called back an hour later. Jake's unsure what he would have done if Bradley had said no. Called his mom back and said, "Hey, do you remember when you asked me if I was bringing my boyfriend Bradley to Christmas this year, and I said yes? Yeah, we broke up two months ago and I lied for no reason"?

Cockblock by halestrom {E}

Bradley was sure the universe had it out for him. It was the only reason he could think of where he ended up in a situation where he had to fake date Jake 'Hangman' Seresin for the good for the US Navy. And he would be damned if someone thought Hangman was a better boyfriend than him.

Anyone But You by FabuMazX {M}

A one-night stand and several misunderstandings take Bradley and Jake's first meeting from a fairytale romance to a bitter feud. Good thing they never have to see each other again. Until their best friends get married and drag them across the world to celebrate together. Now they just have to get through the wedding without killing each other. Easy. Sure…so, so easy. “Look, lets just keep it civil for them, okay.” “Well, she’s your friend. I’m sure the relationship won’t last long.” “He’s your brother, I’m amazed they’re even together.” “And when it all falls through, I’m gonna drink to never seeing you again.” “Cheers to that, bro.”

I’ll save you a seat by teacupivy {M}

“What if…” Seresin starts, but then he shakes his head. He’s about to walk away when Bradley grabs for his wrist, nodding at him to go on. “It’s stupid,” he says, rolling his eyes, “but what if we go together?”

dancing in convertibles by coconutcordiale {M}

“He’s not that great,” Jake mumbles. “You’re only saying that ‘cause he’s your ex,” Charlotte accuses, but it’s without malice. He thinks. “I’m really not.” It’s not a lie, since they never actually dated, but it’s not like he’s going to admit that out loud. + aka the hotel staff au

i heard from the heavens by lookingoodsugar {G}

Bradley turns around to find himself face to face with Lieutenant Jake Seresin, in all his magazine cut-out, All-American boy glory. Jake winks at Bradley. 'Jake!' Dickie says, excitedly, making grabby hands at him, 'Why didn't you tell me you and Rooster were a thing!' 'Quite recent business,’ Jake says, sounding not at all like he’s lying out of his ass. ‘We’re keeping it low-key. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?' Bradley attends an old friend's wedding, he finds an unexpected guest, and a misunderstanding leads to a realisation.

he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind by hangmanbradshaw {E}

Jake is absolutely not going to spend his summer vacation alone at his family's beach house with his ex boyfriend and said ex's new boyfriend. Bradley needs a place to stay for the summer. Faking a relationship solves both their problems, until it creates a new problem when they start to fall for their own ruse. Unless it ends up not being a problem at all. Or Jake's a trust fund, tennis star at Vanderbilt. Bradley's an orphaned baseball star on scholarship. Their worlds are very different, but all they need is three months in Rhode Island to build a new one together.

lightning + sand = glass hearts by pinetreegreen {E}

Hangman's got a crush. When he rescues Bradshaw from a perv, they have to fall into a fake relationship. It's just for a few weeks, right?

Love's Match by LadyLanera {T}

After the events of TGM, two of our couples reevaluate their relationships because they realize it meant something to them.

I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? by Ilarina {G}

Jake was only good as a fake boyfriend for those fifty minutes they periodically spent together at Beginners Diner. Bradley wanted nothing more from him than to be the guard dog who kept his stupid ex from talking to him, and then to be his usual friend and colleague the rest of the time. Jake tried to keep all of this mess separated into the various areas of his life, but it was just so, so difficult... more and more difficult as time went by. Sometimes he sincerely wondered why the fuck he had agreed to all of this, what in God's name had pushed him to say yes to Bradley that goddamned Saturday. Then Jake remembered Bradley’s soft, full lips, the sweet way his warm, brown gaze rested on him, and how those stolen kisses were the only thing that made him feel as alive as when he was flying. [Bradley asks Jake to be his fake boyfriend to keep an ex away from him. As time goes by, Jake needs more from Bradley... but he can't have it. Or so he thinks.]

Tourism and Destinations (Neither Compare to Journeys or Friendships) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

Jake didn’t need a wedding date - he was solely attending as a guest, and it didn’t matter if he took a partner with him or not. In fact, he’d rather not. Why bother, when the one he wanted wouldn’t ever agree? …But apparently Bradley was in a different boat, and now he’d just roped himself into some fake wedding date with Bradshaw. That was going to be decidedly harder.

Stupid Enough by AllForReading {T}

It's five beers and a couple of stronger drinks later when Bradley is actually stupid enough to agree to this madness. He has found out that Hangman for whatever reason wants to piss off his conservative parents and that somehow sounds like fun, at least to Bradley’s boozy brain. Hell, why did Hangman know him so well that he knew that he would agree to this crack idea? — In other words: Bradley is Jake’s fake date for his sister’s wedding.

A White Lie for the Perks and Benefits by wordsonamission {E}

Bradley meets up with several of the Daggers for a vacation in Las Vegas. Bradley has been developing feelings for Jake since the events of TG:M, but there's no way Jake is into him - right? In order to get a room upgrade and some fun resort amenity extras for free, Jake enters them in a couple's contest. They win and now they have to keep up the ruse that they are a couple. For some reason, the way they interact when they aren't even trying is enough to fool the other people at the resort. Maybe Bradley doesn't know what Jake's thinking after all.

whiskey on ice (sunset on vine) by grimjobs {E}

“Just lie then,” Bradley said, easy as that. “What?” Jake asked, incredulous. “Just lie,” Bradley shrugged, “tell your sister you’re dating someone, make it all up. She gets off your back, and you don’t have to suffer the pain and torment of caring about another person. Problem solved.”

Show me the places where the others gave you scars by Ilarina {T}

“Who-who’s getting married, excuse me?” was what Jake blurted out as a question. Because his mind was literally refusing to believe a single word Bradley was saying and the point he was making by using that verb in a meaningful sentence with the two of them as the subject. Bradley’s hand, large and warm, rested on Jake’s chest and he felt his heart leap into his throat at such an embarrassing rate that he thought, for a long moment, that he was going to collapse and pass out in front of them all. “You and me, silly. There’s no need to hide our love from Ice and Mav anymore,” Bradley whispered in a fake sweet tone, as the world crumpled around Jake and dragged him down an abyss of lies. “Unfortunately, it’s the same old cliche you watch in romcom movies. You know, the boss and the assistant, long nights together in the office, intercontinental trips for books fairs... we are just two people who should never have fallen in love. And yet we did!” [Jake is Bradley's assistant and he hates his boss so, so much... but he is forced to be his fiancé out of nowhere. Aka The Proposal AU]

Fraternization Rules by imafriendlydalek {M}

“Y’all should be a bit more careful,” Doe says between bites, like it’s absolutely nothing. “They won’t let you be on the same squadron if they know that y’all’re dating.” “What?” Jake musters the ability to ask, overwhelmed by the absurdity of the statement. There’s no fucking way— Sure, Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was repealed not very long ago so he could actually be in a relationship with a dude and tell people these days, but— With Rooster? No fucking way. “They don’t let couples serve together,” Joker chimes in. “Fraternization, I guess.” *** Or: five times Jake and Bradley pretended to be in a relationship so they wouldn't be assigned together, and one time they pulled their heads out of their asses and stopped pretending.

We got that champagne love, don't let it fizzle out. by Whistler_King {T}

Freshly broken up with, Jake needs a date to his sisters wedding - Bradley’s just being a good friend by putting himself forward as a plus one, right?

(fake) partners in crime by winterbucky {T}

When Rooster finally makes it onto the curise ship, he hasn't slept in over 38 hours, which is exactly why Hangman is able to sell the lie so perfectly. After all, pretending to be together is a small price to pay for a free upgrade on a holiday cruise ship, complete with a fancy apartment and unlimited drinks. There's only teeny tiny issue - Rooster is helplessly in love with Hangman, and the man's a perfect boyfriend. Almost too perfect. Like it's not play-pretend, but real... But it's not like Hangman can feel the same way, right? or fake dating for upgrades turns fluffy turns real with a side of great bf hangman, stupid rooster, and hangman's batshit insane family

my heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue by k0ralik {T}

“I just really need a date for this wedding, okay?” “And you can’t go alone because…?” Bradley asks, confused, pushing his luck. Hangman’s been surprisingly honest, and Bradley would lie if he said it doesn’t make his body thrum with something that seems a bit too much like excitement. “‘Cause my ex is gonna be there and there’s no way in hell I’m going alone.” Bradley whistles. “Well, okay, good luck, man.” “Actually, I forgot to tell you…” Phoenix starts, and Bradley knows this tone. She sounds sheepish. He furrows his brow, already not liking what she will say. or: bradley and jake both need a fake date to their best friends' wedding. they decide to go together.

Lights, camera, bitch smile (even when you wanna die) by OfTheDirewolves {M}

Agents Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and Jake "Hangman" Seresin are the best at what they do. Now they have to go undercover as couple to uncover a secret plot that could save millions of lives. The only problem? They haven't talked in 6 years. or Jake and Bradley have to go undercover with each other which wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that they're still stupidly in love with each other and neither of them wants to admit it. Can they complete their mission and get out of this unscathed or will hearts be broken once more?

Love's a Game (Wanna Play?) by indybob {T}

“It’s a good thing you know one very handsome and eligible naval aviator who can fill the role for you.” Jake almost can’t believe what he’s hearing. Bradley is actually willing to help him out with this? Does the brunet have any idea of what he’s getting himself into? The two of them are going to have to hold hands, wrap their arms around each other, call each other pet names, kiss each other, and be casually affectionate in every way in front of his entire family. Either Bradley is absolutely insane, or he’s just a great man who’s willing to help his friend out. “Are you actually saying you’d be down to act as my fake boyfriend for five days?” Bradley shrugs, a cheeky grin on his face. “That depends…” “On what?” ”Are you asking me?” Or: Jake finds himself in need of a fake boyfriend for his sister’s wedding. Bradley, as it turns out, is the only person he knows who can play the role.

temporary romance by jireusang {M}

Rooster blinks. “And you came to me for this?” Hangman shrugs, like, if he has any of the same worries, he’s letting them slide off his shoulders and fall to the floor with no care in the world. “Javy won’t give up his trip to Hawaii with his girlfriend for me,” he says, lazily. “But you have nothing else going on this summer, right?” And Rooster pauses because he kind of has a strong point. “Just a week?” Rooster asks. “Just a week,” Hangman confirms. Rooster breathes out, and Hangman tacks on a, “Please?” with that stupid, sweet-talking smile. And Rooster decides that maybe a pool and a Texan sun is worth acting like he’s dating Jake Seresin in the shade.

Married At First Sight by crowstakeflight {T}

Jake's at the coffee shop he frequents when a man walks in and pretends to be in a relationship with Jake in order to use the restroom.

Feel It Still by wordsonamission {E}

Jake arrives at the Hard Deck before the events of TGM ready to prove his worth as one of the best aviators in the Navy. But then a blast from the past, his ex Bradley Bradshaw, walks through the door and Jake is forced to deal with all of the hurt and resentment that has been simmering for two years. The weirdest thing is happening, though - the other aviators seem to think that they're still dating. At first, Jake tries to deny it, but no one believes him and eventually it's too much hassle to fight the accusations. But he's still rightfully angry at Bradley for how their relationship ended, even if he won't deny that he still has feelings for him. Does Jake even want to take another shot at romance with Bradley?

Five Days Before Christmas at the Military Wedding by MadeItUp {E}

“Just to warn you –” a smile has crept back into Mav’s voice “– the second you accept the wedding invite Penny and Sarah will start a shortlist of eligible partners. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the wedding was just an elaborate excuse concocted by those two to fix you up.” Ice’s daughter is getting married and if Bradley doesn’t take a plus one to the wedding, he’ll either make some very bad decisions about hooking up with an ex, or be subjected to Sarah Kazansky and Penny Benjamin trying to fix him up with one of the other guests. Desperate times call for desperate measures: enter Jake Seresin, the sex worker that Bradley slept with two years ago and hasn’t forgotten about since. Having Jake on his arm (and in his bed) is the perfect – if very expensive – solution. That is, if Bradley’s ex would stop trying to poke holes in their backstory, and if Bradley can remember that enjoying Jake’s company is one thing, developing feelings is another.

we could call it even (you could call me babe for the weekend) by lesbiseresin {T}

“The other day one of my dad’s pilot buddies called me and started asking about what I had planned for Christmas. Ended up inviting me out to spend it with him and his wife on the east coast. And I—“ Hangman is watching him so intently Bradley feels like he might be sick. Why the fuck is he doing this? “Somehow I gave him the impression that I was going to be bringing someone with me. Someone I’m involved with. And, um—“ He hesitates. Before he can rip off the bandaid of admitting to his predicament outright, Hangman interrupts. “Oh, my god.” “Don’t laugh,” Bradley hisses right as Hangman practically doubles over doing exactly that. “You didn’t,” he says, the delight in his tone suggesting he already knows that Bradley did. “Oh, this is just too good.”

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Ok I'm sorry but this is gonna be a long rant.

I am an ex swiftie (also a minor) and I joined the fandom back in 2022 after midnights released. Before that I had heard a few songs but I barely knew anything about Taylor before 2020 and I did not know about the Kimye stuff or anything.

When the bejeweled music video was released I did not realize the easter eggs so thus I thought that I need to become parasocial and I NEED to know everything that taylor has done every minute of the day (referencing Do you really wanna know where I was April 29?)

I went deeper into the hole. I started getting obsessed with Taylor. I clicked on every video , post and podcast mentioning her. I genuinely became a parasocial fan. I only heard her songs and barely cared about other artists. I hated on her exes (Jake Gyllenhaal and John Mayer especially) because I believed that they had hurt Taylor to no extent. I still don't like them/am neutral but I don't hate them anymore. In march I joined tumblr because I heard Taylor was on here and I have no other social media to support her from so I came here to give her my support.

In April , the breakup happened. I was genuinely devastated. Joe was and is an amazing person. I was shocked to see her move on so quickly and date m*tty he*ly . I was even as a child shocked as to how someone can move on so fast. But also move on to someone so problematic after calling herself an activist? Idk what was wrong with her. But IG as long as she is happy.

She broke up with him. We all rejoiced. Speak now TV was also announced! Yay!

I remember so well on 7th July I was in school and I was so fucking excited about it coming so soon I couldn't sit still. I was counting down minutes until it's release even tho I did not have any devices to listen to it on. My friends were so happy to see me happy and excited af.

I went home and heard speak now tv. Amazing experience for me at that time.

I became the person who said shit like : I hate everyone but Taylor and Taylor is a gift to this Earth and etc etc.

But the amount of joe hate and joeover and joebless jokes annoyed me. Why were we hating a person who was in her life at her worst moments? Taylor would never condone or allow this.

But boy was I wrong.

Most of the hate against joe was my #Strike 1 for leaving the fandom.

Then came along Traylor. I was like oh ok as long as she is happy :))

Then she started associating with the nfl people. Br*ttany M*homes and Abuser bitch.

When I heard of this I was like wtf Taylor???

Weren't you the one who was going off about being on the right side of the history and believing victims?

I was like it's fine maybe she doesn't know or maybe she will stop once she knows.

She didn't

Then she won person of the year. I was already very unhappy with Taylor at that time. But I still was like Yay! Congrats! But maybe you shouldn't be the one to win it?

Then the doxxing by a swiftie happened. It was #strike 3

I left the fandom. I still had hope she would change.

Now after seeing her jets emissions (I'm a huge Environmentalist and a feminist so this shit bothered the living helm out of me) and her continuously hanging out with brittany piece of shit and all the joe hate going on, I am beginning to despise her.

I had initally blocked hate pages like yours but Now I open your posts everyday and check them because I relate to them sm.

I went from a person defending every action of Taylor's, being the only one in my entire theatre who knew the lyrics to all the songs of the eras tour movie , having Taylor as my top artist of the year with more than 60 percent of the songs being hers to despising her so much for being fake and stuck up.

I remember after I left the fandom and not many people knew about it , A classmate said something against Taylor and her songs directly to me daring me to oppose it and I genuinely wanted to cry because I thought that I would now always be associated with this fandom.

The ex swiftie in me genuinely wants 2016 to happen again so Taylor will be removed from the pedestal she is put on by so many. She needs to be saved from herself and her parasocial fans.

And I used to say I would love Taylor forever but I suppose forever really is the sweetest con.

TLDR :- I USED TO BE A PARASOCIAL SWIFTIE WHO USED TO LIVE AND BREATHE TAYLOR BUT NOW I'M SLOWLY STARTING TO DESPISE HER.

Sorry this was so long I had to get it off my chest.

Thanks for reading it!

ex swifties are my favourite people in this planet rn

#anti taylor swift #ex swifties

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consumedbyfeels · 1 year ago

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We All Fall Down

Spoilers for 9-1-1 7'10

I am not okay. That was a ride, holy shit.

I'm over the moon that Bobby is okay, I worried for a minute he might actually die this time and I guess he technically did his heart stopped for 14 minutes he's giving Buck a run for his money with that one. But he's safe and okay so that's good.

Poor Chris, that kid has been through so much I really hope he can work through everything and be okay. As much as I hate it time with his grandparents might be good for him. probably be good for Eddie as well, it can give him some space to work through his stuff as well cuz we know that man didn't work through anything. Also Buck was just as heartbroken and I wanted to cry with him, that's his kid too.

Madney fostering Mara so she doesn't have to be in a group home and can have contact with her family. I nearly cried I'm so happy for them.

Buck admitting Bobby is his dad was such a wonderful thing. They both know it, now they just need to say it to each other, course .somehow I know at least Bobby knows that's how Buck feels, Buck might have a harder time accepting it but I think he knows as well even if it's deep down.

Buck and Tommy are thriving and I could not be happier, I;m so glad we were wrong and the date happened after they knew Bobby was okay so they could just enjoy it but I'm gonna need to see Tommy support Buck through some hard times as well because we know he would be the sweetest, knowing the 118 it is bound to happen again.

Fuck Gerrard the bastard. Poor hen and Chim get to re-live that hell and now Ravi, Eddie and Buck have to experience it as well. No of them would be part of Gerrard's boys club so you know it's gonna be hell for everyone except Gerrard the fucking asshole. And you know Chim gonna get it extra worst for his comment at the award ceremony. I guess it could strengthen the relationships cuz now they all know what it's like but still that is a sucky thing to bond over and there relationships are already solid and unbreakable so we don't need it anyway.

One thing that I'm gonna need though it Tommy to come pick Buck up from work or something and hear Gerrard saying some awful shit to Buck and Tommy to just go protective boyfriend mode and curse Gerrard out and tell him off, but like on Gerrard's last day before Bobby comes back so it doesn't come back on Buck and the others later.

I'm just in shock, this whole season was packed with so much but this episode especially, I am not going to survive this hiatus.

Also are we could ignore Buck asking Tommy if he thinks he has Daddy issues and Tommy saying he hopes so. Like Bro. Tommy and his one liners, I just love Tommy Kinard.

Speaking of the date Tommy asking Buck if he was okay when talking about Bobby. My man Knew how much Bobby meant to buck at least to an extent, for crying out loud they met flying into a hurricane to save him that tells you he is important to Buck. Knowing this he makes sure to check in and make sure Buck is doing okay with the situation. It's moment like this that make me love him even more, as a character but also for Buck.

I just know next season is gonna hurt but I'm ready for it, I think. I can definitely be okay if we keep getting cute Teven moments. I will be devastated if they break up though, that will be the heartbreak I will never recover from.

Anyway time to read fluff fics until we get season 8

#bucktommy #911 abc #consumedbyfeelsposts #tommy kinard #evan buck buckley #911 buck #kinkley #madney #911 bobby #bobby nash #athena grant #118 firefam #911 spoilers #911 show

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onemaebee · 1 year ago

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wtf, 2023.

-grandpa has a little fall friday morning, my parents take donuts and coffee over to support my gma while she decides if he needs to go to the hospital. he's a little wobbly so yes. find out he has a brain bleed from a fall a couple weeks ago where he did hit his head, and in the whirlwind that follows he is put in a medical coma and does not wake up. he does wait until only my grandma is in the room before passing (my mom was urging gma to go to the bathroom and she refused, so my mama said fine i'll go and show you it's safe). we'd discovered he had prostate cancer that spread to the rest of him last month, and he's been rapidly going downhill with dementia for the last 15 years, but thankfully he wasn't mean but instead a big kid. he had no idea who we were but was happy vibing.

-my toddler had several laughing fits at what was later revealed to be key times. he was belly laughing to tears at nothing. he only did that when my grandpa made silly faces at him-- he loved all the small children and babies and they adored him, even if neither party had any idea who the other was, lol. the consensus is that grandpa's angel was checking in on his great grandkids and doing what he loved.

-rotavirus started ravaging the household sunday night. i have never done so much laundry. missed the funeral yesterday because it hit husband, and if i spread this to my gma or any of the babies i'd never forgive myself.

-i'm actually okay emotionally, so fucking thankful he's whole again because the old pictures really drove home how Not There he was.

-the completionist (youtuber) that we've watched for over a decade and donated to his charity for dementia research and victims… hasn't donated a cent. still no resolution on that, but it's upsetting.

-the polymega console we ordered in early 2021 is going to ship????

-still sick so no thanksgiving visit to gma's and canceled on bff M coming over (first thanksgiving since divorcing her pos toxic ex)

-bff K has a boyfriend for the first time at 42, and he treats her like mr. mae treats me, and after having been her confidante for the past 4+ years as she tried online dating this is the only guy i think could be The One she ends up with. god knows she deserves it.

-i finally nailed the chex mix recipe 8)

-these homemade mashed potatoes are going to be better than the bob evan's brand, which i didn't think was possible because that's already perfection

-i got to drop off mini pb pies to the kids' friends (whose parents are kind of my friends too now woah), sent one home with gma, gave one to bff M (promised her the whole feast but at least she gets an entire pie to herself, no judgement), and still have a whole big one to dig into later

-tomorrow i get to go start on christmas shopping which is my FAVORITE eeeeee i love giving, the looks of joy on their FACES is GREAT

-tomorrow we put up the tree and it's gonna be a lil nutty with a toddler around again but it'll also be super fun

-i've got. so much erasermic new stuff saved in my phone tabs that once i have the chance to breathe it'll be THERE and i know how much joy they bring me, it's so heartening to have that waiting for me <3

i'm not as active as i want to be, barely at all tbh, but i will be eventually. things just gotta calm tf down.

who knows what 2024 is gonna bring?

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electricbluebutterflies · 2 years ago

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Prompt for Joel/Tess. Angst w/ happy ending. Tess is having her angsty inner monologue per usual and Joel casually affirms he loves her because DUH, how could he not. And how could she not see it? Silly Tess.

PG-ish despite the Everything; also on ao3.

Why does she always go for the emotionally unavailable ones?

Every once in a while Tess gets bored enough to think about her past sexual entanglements, and it becomes a little too obvious that she has a type. Before – what a great general word for a life that doesn’t feel like it was ever hers in the rearview – she was a recurrent side chick more times than she wants to admit, may have accidentally caused a divorce, probably should’ve caused a second one except she can’t imagine that space case of a woman ever figured out where else her husband’s dick was getting wet, and don’t get her started on men who are afraid of commitment. Been there, fucked that, didn’t learn anything from the experience, repeat a couple weeks or months later until apparently it took the end of civilization to make her get her shit just a little together and-

At least this time she’s got the commitment part she always kinda wanted. It just isn’t the warm and fuzzy kind.

There is no doubt in her mind that she’s the second most important person in Joel’s life, and even that varies depending on what they’re up to and how communicative the brother is. In this world, that’s enough loyalty to make a life out of, and they have, but it’s not…

She doesn’t get to be a romantic. She doesn’t have energy for that shit. But somewhere along the line, this whole domesticated friends with benefits thing stopped feeling like enough for her. Would it kill him to say she’s pretty when her clothes are on or pick a couple wildflowers for her once in a while? She’s just asking for small stuff here, practical and realistic, and still-

She’s in one of her brooding moods, and he’s just a little late coming home from whatever too-physical day work he’s picked up, and usually that combination either ends in yelling or pleasant bruises on her hips. She’s hoping for the latter, but unsure what’s more likely as the door opens, unsure-

“You waiting for something?”

Just hearing his voice does something to her, makes her insides warm out of habit. Sometimes she feels like a stress toy – totally consensual, of course, she likes being that kind of release – and right now that sounds like a good time and-

“You don’t bring me flowers,” she counters, killing the mood before it starts.

He’s quiet a moment, like this isn’t what he thought he’d come to, like-

“Flowers,” he repeats. “That somethin’ you want?”

They’ve been together a good few years now, long enough for routines, long enough to get complacent. Long enough Tess isn’t sure she can ask for anything else, and-

“Yeah. Or… something that shows you like me. Something that ain’t pinning me and-“

“You think I don’t like you?”

Goddamn, she’s solidly in her thirties and she’s pretty sure he’s got about a decade on her and she feels like she’s a kid again, trying to play stupid games with feelings, trying-

“You don’t show it like I do. Girl needs to feel wanted sometimes.”

Joel sits down next to her on the couch, looking at her like he’s got half an idea. “You trust me?”

She nods. “Not sure where you’re goin’ with that but-“

His hands slip up under the hem of her shirt, slowly revealing her skin. “Just gonna touch. Take some of that tension out of you.”

Tess isn’t completely sure why she needs to be topless for a massage, but she’s not complaining. She is tense, and they’re just familiar enough with each other for him to find the rough spots on her back, and-

“’M I gonna owe you for this?”

He makes a low pretty sound, not quite a growl but pleasantly close enough. “You think I’m not enjoying this?”

“Can you even see my tits from this angle?”

He kisses the back of her neck. “You’re not just…”

“But I still am?”

His fingertips creep across her ribcage, teasing her just so. “You still are.”

#ebf writes fic #joel x tess #queue

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callmewrinkles3 · 2 years ago

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Maybe it is too late to ask (i’m sorry) but can you answer all of F and M 😽

Okay I’m gonna say this took FOREVER. Life and working on other stuff, so very sorry for taking a lifetime to answer. But there we go! All the questions are from this post.

F1: Em loves reading and listening to music. That's really her thing. She loves that Dan can go around jumping on his dirty bikes, but she rather be on the safety of her chair watching as he does ridiculous things around the farm.

F2: Something chill at home. Not much people.

F3: Nobody makes Em laugh as much as Dan does. Second in her list comes Blake, but first one goes Dan. The fun they have together is just insane.

F4: Neither of them are really rule breakers. Dan will bend them, but Em sticks to them.

F5: Not until she met Dan and the boys. Em's introvert nature made her stay at home in her little bubble, but then it became normal to be out. Whatever it was going to a bar, some sponsors event, or a dinner out, she got used to it. It made her nervous, but she learned to be okay with it knowing Dan -and most times Blake- was right there with her.

M1: They don't really have preferences. They were going to be happy with whatever life sent them really. As long as their babies were healthy they were going to be happy.

M2: Neither of them wanted just one. They never wanted just one, but if that was what life was gonna give them they were more than happy. Having one felt like a miracle and they felt they couldn't ask for more. But then none more than three. That would be a lot.

M3: Em was totally scared about that. With the terrible mother she had she was terrified of being a bad mother herself, but thanks to that she ended up being nothing but wonderful. Dan was already the greatest uncle, so he ended up being the most amazing dad. They just never doubted about the other.

M4: All Em wanted was name that could be said in English and Italian. That was her only condition and Dan couldn't help but agree on it.

M5: They’d be hesitant about it. Em would be very aware of the issues surrounding adoption and the ethical questions, and she’d need to be sure that whatever child they adopted was placed for adoption willingly by the birth parents. Especially in Australia, that’s a whole situation she wouldn’t be sure about. Dan really just wanted to be a parent with Em in whatever shape that made.

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indouloureux · 3 years ago

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Please write something about Eddie x reader having phone s*x when he's away on tour with his band

*removes shirt, stretches fingers* lets do this

18+ mdni. cw: phone sex, masturbation (f, m), praise kink. fem!reader

god— even with your voice all static, broken by the distance and lightly muffled, your moans were as dirty and angelic as they had been when he's with you.

you stick the phone between your shoulder and your ear, shirt riddled up above your breasts, the cool air hardening your nipples that beg for his lips but tonight, it was substituted by your fingers. eddie pants on the other side of the phone, and you hear the faint zip of his jeans.

"gonna touch yourself for me, baby?" he purrs. "c'mon. let me hear you play with your pretty pussy. i know just how much she's been missin' me and my cock."

and you waste no time slinging your panties off and throw them on the pillow beside you. when your fingers glide across your achingly wet folds, you mewl, loud enough for eddie to respond to. he grunts, and you can hear the slick sounds of his hand moving down his cock slowly.

"t-tell me what you're thinking," you whimper as you begin to rub punishingly slow circles around your gorging clit.

"what i'm thinking?" he repeats almost tauntingly. "well, baby i'm thinkin' about you like i always do. i miss your mouth, your tiny, pretty little slutty mouth that would take my cock so well. your precious little moans when i fuck you hard. thinking of your pussy, baby. miss filling you up. y'always liked it filthy, didn't you?"

you can't help but go faster, legs spreading wide, lifting until the bottom of your thighs press on your stomach, left tit being fondled by the hand that's not between your legs. "fuck, eddie. i miss sucking your fat cock. miss choking on it, sucking on your fucking balls and just make a mess all over you. t-treating me like some- some pretty little whore- oh!"

"yeah, that's it baby," eddie flicks his wrist, rings cold against his thick, sensitive shaft but it felt better– anything to ease the painful longing for you. "tell me what you're doing,"

mewling, you press your head harder against the phone, panting heavily on the mic when you prod your fingers at your hole. "i'm... i'm about to finger myself, eddie. but it doesn't feel as full."

you can hear the growl from him, hear the shlick of your cunt on the vacant ear. "yeah, i know honey. can't fill yourself up the way i do, yeah? y'miss my cock? miss me fucking you senseless? till you can't fuckin' talk and all you do is – shit – let your little cunt swallow me up like some greedy little whore, hm?"

finally, you push them all the way in, knuckle deep, the tip of your fingers brushing that spot that eddie would press on, and it always made you cum so easily. "fuck! yes- yes wan' you to bend me over and fuck my holes, eddie! want you to stuff my ass and my cunr full of your cum. my pussy misses you,"

"mother of fuckin' ozzy- baby, i'm gonna cum," he moans loud, his slick sounds getting louder and faster and dirtier, and it brings you to the edge, too. your thumb rubs at your aching clit, fingers curling and scissoring itself into your tight hole that yearns to be split open by him. "gonna cum?"

"y-yeah!"

"cum with me," more of a demand than a question, and you do, with a pornographic moan. "oh- uh, yeah, baby, that's it,"

your warm seed coats your slender fingers, producing obscene wet sounds from your burning sex. eddie grunts, mixing with your orgasming moans, and you can imagine his cum spurting everywhere – to his fist, leaking down to the bats on his arm, reaching up to his pudgy stomach and lathered all over his happy trail.

eddie pants, your legs falling down to your sides and fingers shoved inside your mouth. "that was fun,"

"that's all you had to say?"

you laugh through your nose. "what'd you want me to say?"

"i dunno, babe. come back home, eddie. i miss you. leave the tour and just come back to me. make love to me. i love you, i miss you,"

though it had been a mock, you know he's not mocking you; he's mocking himself and his desperation for reunion. your beloved rockstar of a boyfriend tears down his walls around you, and instead encases you in a hug inside a sanctuary. he's never afraid to be vulnerable around you.

"i miss you, too, tiger," you whisper, twirling the chord around your finger. "just two more weeks, honey. promise. i'll be here right in our home, waiting."

"yeah?" he murmurs. "love you. a lot. more than you can ever imagine. i have you with me in my heart. dedicating my concerts to you and my mama, baby."

you coo. "i love you, more."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #x reader

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strawbxrryneptune · 4 years ago

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I was so mad cause Tumblr deleted this when I was about to post it but I'm glad it did cause I have an even better idea

May I present... Dragon!Kirishima x Dragon!Bakugou with spoiled princess reader

@miggiisdumb this is for you bby

Masterlist

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Being a princess had its perks. You could have virtually anything you wanted, which was fun, but then everyone thought you were spoiled. A brat.

They weren't wrong, but you wanted them to fear you.

You wanted to be respected, and what better way to do that then take in two wild, feral dragons?

Bakugou and Kirishima, two barbarians from the dragon kingdom, captured and brought to you as a symbol of their faith in you.

They were muzzled and drooling when they met you, smelling the sweet smell between your legs at the sight of them, the scent of you so strong Kirishima fell to his knees, drool pooling on the floor as he panted harshly, clawing at Bakugou’s legs in need.

He couldn't ever look you in the eye, always trained on your pretty tits, amplified by the tight corset, or even the space between your covered thighs, nose twitching when he got near you, bulge straining in his pants a clear indicator of how bad he wanted you, even though he acted shy.

Bakugou, on the over hand, was more forward. He kept you locked in gaze throughout the day, often putting you in your place when you got too snappy with him.

Technically they were your body guards now, so when you got on the blondes nerves, there was no one to stop him from mounting you, the old guards only able to stand and watch unless they wanted to be mauled to death.

He would have you face down, ass up, hips grinding into your ass while he snarls, spewing filth out of his mouth.

"You act so high and mighty but you're just another slut."

"Be fuckin happy I got this shit on my face, Brat"

"M' gonna dump so much fuckin cum in you you won't be able to breath without feelin my pups. Gonna stuff you so full and have Kiri eat it outta ya, ain't that right, mutt?"

At that, Kirishima lifts his eyes from where they were staring at your legs, drool dribbling down his chin and pants straining against his hard on.

"B-breed."

Bakugou grins wildly, pushing your dress up and moving slightly over, crooking his finger to Kirishima in a come here motion.

"Smell her, Mutt. She's fuckin aching for it."

Kirishima immediately scrambles forward, growls of excitement quickly turning to whimpers when the muzzle restricts him from pressing his face into your cunt.

You yelp as Bakugou grips the back of your neck amd drags your head back, snarling into your ear to unlock the traps so we can get a taste of you.

You reach back a shaky hand to grab the key from your pocket, Bakugoy snatching it and unlocking himself and Kirishima.

As soon as the red head is free, he lunges for you, but Bakugou grabs his left horn and tugs him up to his mouth, canines grazing Kirishmas ear.

"You don't move until I tell you to move, Dragon."

Kirishima bares his teeth at him, but quickly turns his neck in submission when Bakugou reveals rows of sharp teeth, a heavy growl coming from the blondes throat as he nips at the other males throat.

He pushes Kirishimas head roughly into your cunt, making him groan as he pushes his rough tongue inside you, your back arching at the feeling.

"So good. Good-breed-"

You cut off Kirishimas rambling with a sharp moan as his teeth graze your clit, tongue soothing the throbbing bud as he laps at it, thick fingers reaching up to plunge into you.

You start to foggily wonder where Bakugou went, but then you look up and see him in front of you, cock standing tall.

Its so pretty, thick with bulging veins running along it and ridges, the fattest part of it the base, and the tip, which are swollen and pink. It reaches slightly past his belly button and you wonder if he'll tear your throat apart.

He grabs the base of it, squeezing gently as he inches forward, and you open your mouth to take him in when you notice his balls.

They're so fat and heavy that you have a sudden and intense urge to take them in your mouth, give him some release cause you know he must he aching.

You weren't wrong.

The thing about Bakugou was that since he had such a big cock, it was hard to find someone to take it.

What made it worse was that back at home, he was a barbarian. No woman was willing to even look at him, let alone sleep with him. Kirishima was lucky, because yes, his dick was also huge, but he was on the nicer side and most woman didn't know or even think he was a barbarian. Few females could handle him, but at the end of the day he got to empty his heavy balls at least twice a week.

Bakugou hadn't cum in ages, never really having time to jerk off, spending most of his time pillaging and making deals.

So when the thick head of his cock pushed at your lips, but you ducked down and sucked at the bottom part of his balls instead, he let out a punched gasp, his hand tightening around his meaty cock and hips twitching forward in ecstasy.

You didn't know how sensitive he was, especially down there. He could already feel himself hurtling towards his high, cheeks red and head thrown back as he lets out the filthiest moans you've ever heard, thighs trembling around your head as he jerks his knot off rapidly, chest heaving.

You manage to wrap your lips around a good amount of him, sucking and moaning while your hand travels up, rubbing over his swollen tip and popping off his balls to give his knot a suck too, laving your tongue over the swollen skin and whimpering when he almost collapses, hands grabbing your head and pushing it back towards his ball, snarling about how hes too sensitive.

You, of course, don't listen, and push back against him to put his cock fully in your mouth, when you feel Kirishima behind you run something along your slit. You start to wonder if he was going to go back to eating you out, cause you knew you were creaming all over your thighs, overwhelmed from how hot it was sucking Bakugou off.

You were so close to the edge, you could cum just from a couple licks to your clit.

You feel something thick start to breach you, pausing in your quest to get Bakugous knot back in your mouth as you realize Kirishima is putting his dick inside you.

Bakugou realizes it at the same time, leaning over to bite into Kirishimas neck as a warning, but just as he sinks his teeth into the sweaty flesh, Kirishimas fat tip pops into you, stretching you so obscenely you cum, hard, careening forward and gagging on Bakugous dick, moaning around the top of his knot and making him whimper into the red heads throat, his knot swelling and dumping loads of cum into you, spilling out around the corners of your mouth and dripping onto his twitching balls.

Kirishima gasps at the feeling of you cumming around his dick coupled with Bakugous teeth on his throat, his eyes rolling back as he cums as well, filling you up to the brim and then some.

Bakugou reaches a shaky hand down and scoop his come from your mouth, licking his hands to taste himself as Kirishima does the same, and you almost cum as they lean forward and lick into each others mouth, hips rutting into your mouth and cunt sub consciously as they make out.

Fuck, you loved being a princess.

#bakugo smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou smut #kirishima thirst #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #bubbletalks #KiriBaku #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku smut #kirishima x bakugou

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undertalethingems · 3 years ago

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roseyanon said: *excitedly rubs my hands together* looking forward to it! :D

It was actually more polished than I thought, so without further ado, I present:

You Are Filled With Regret

Rating: General Audiences

Length, setting: 3.3k, Unexpected Guests AU, placed between chapters 7 and 8 of the comic.

Characters: Undyne, Alphys, Flowey, Frisk, Toriel, Asgore

Additional Tags: what’s the term for stories that aren’t quite angst but definitely aren’t exactly happy? because this is that XD But also: character study, warning for brief mention of toriel’s struggles with alcoholism.

Summary: After interrogating Sans about his past until he snapped, the rest of the core of Frisk’s friends are left with much to think about. Mostly, how they’ve hurt one of their closest friends, and may never get his friendship back. Well, except for Flowey. He’s not worried about being friends with Sans again. But everyone else? They’re more concerned...

The drive back to the apartment was awkward and quiet. Alphys hated it—that anxiety crawling under her scales. But she couldn't think of anything to say. So much had happened—the blasters causing trouble was the least of it, now that Sans had revealed that not only had he worked for a former Royal Scientist who'd broken reality and been erased from memory, but Frisk could rewind time as they pleased. The scientific implications alone... she'd barely started to consider them. The forces, the energies involved, had to be absolutely astronomical based on her preliminary estimates, and that didn’t even get into this underlying ‘code’ that apparently governed their world. To learn, and lose, everything at the same time... Poor Sans. No wonder he'd tried to put science behind him, left it in favor of a quiet life in Snowdin. There were so many times she'd felt the same, wanted to run away and leave it all behind her. But she'd never quite been able to let go. It must have hurt so much… and still did, if tonight was anything to go by.

"Alph... was I too hard on Sans?"

Undyne's voice startled her, and she looked up to see her staring ahead with a stony look as she drove them home.

"U-uh... What do you mean?

"It's my fault he summoned that thing, right? And then, tonight... when he wouldn't explain what his problem was, I yelled at him... And I mean, I know I yell a lot, but this... I don't think I’ll ever get that look he wore out of my head."

Alphys sighed as she sat back in her seat. "I-I mean, he was being really stubborn, but... m-maybe you were a little... harsh..."

"Nah, don’t sugarcoat it. I was a total jerk... But, I was just so frustrated! He knows what's at stake, right? The peace between humans and monsters--everything we've ever hoped for, that Asgore, Frisk, even his own brother—what everyone has been working towards keeping. If his attack ruined all that... I just couldn't stand it, and he kept messing with me instead of just being honest..."

"Y-yeah, seems like he can't help being a troll sometimes, ha ha. He’s, kinda always been like that, as far as I know. But, regarding... what's at stake, um.... Considering how he feels about the future... maybe... he doesn't care," Alphys said sadly, and Undyne grimaced.

"He's gotta trust Frisk, right? We all do. They promised."

"Y-yeah, but... I don't know how much it really means to him if it comes from the person who could redo everything and take that promise back. They could reset the timeline at any moment, without warning, and we wouldn't ever know..."

"Oh my god Alphys, swear to me you're not gonna turn into him," Undyne warned, and she huffed.

"I-I won’t, I won’t! S-sorry, I'm j-just, trying to point out how he probably sees it. As weird and goofy as he seems sometimes, he's actually pretty logical about this stuff. He… He was a scientist, after all. A-a pretty good one. I can only imagine how much thought he’s put into all this. It… i-it seemed like this topic was his specialty. I’ve looked into alternate timelines too, a little, b-but… I mostly daydreamed about worlds that were… b-better. He… I think he thought about… every possible timeline, including… bad ones."

Undyne sighed, sinking back in the driver's seat. "Geez... I can't believe I thought he was just happy all the time. He always acted like everything was fine—hell, I didn't even know he couldn't take a hit. I made him a sentry! That was our first line of defense!"

"I-it's not like he ever said anything," Alphys replied. "But... I can understand why he wouldn't want to. Better than most, ha ha... B-but, that's exactly why I thought he should talk about his problems. It helped me to come clean, but... I'm not sure that was the right thing for him. Not like this..."

Undyne reached over to squeeze her hand. "Well, it's too late now. Geez... if he hates me because of all that, I guess I can't blame him."

"I-I'd say it's Sans, he's chill about everything, b-but... We really didn't know anything about him, did we? A-at least, not nearly as much as any of us thought. I... I don't know how he'll feel about... what happened. M-maybe he'll be fine, and let it go, b-but, I don't think I've ever seen him so mad. I... Actually, I didn't think he could get mad. We were kinda friends, a while back, but... I never could get a read on him. So... I don't know what he'll do."

Undyne gave a raspy sigh. "Guess we can only wait and see. I was just so damn set on getting justice right that moment... I didn't think about who or what I might be destroying."

They were both quiet for a while, until Alphys finally spoke again. "We'll give him some space, a-and then, maybe you can give him a real apology."

Undyne grimaced. "Alph, you know I'm no good at this stuff. Like, I've gotten better, I know, but... I think I better just put it in a letter. That way I could say everything I wanted to without getting caught up in it."

"O-oh, like all the letters you wrote to me," Alphys teased, giving her a look, and Undyne lightly punched her in the shoulder.

"Yeah, and that WORKED, didn't it? Except for the part where YOU thought it was from Frisk, ya dork."

"Y-yeah, and then, we confessed our feelings in person anyway," Alphys pointed out. "S-so, it's not like the letter was foolproof."

Undyne groaned. "Ugh, yeah, but this isn't a frickin' love letter! I'm literally just telling Sans I feel super bad about making him spill his tragic backstory and junk. It's NOT the same."

"N-no, you're right. A-and, um, I can help you if you want. To be honest, I feel pretty bad too... but, I don't know if there's anything we can do about it for now. He has to rest, and I-I think I—" she was interrupted by a yawn—"oh, y-yeah, I'm pretty tired too."

Undyne rubbed the shoulder she'd previously punched. "Honestly, so am I. I fought not one, but two whole dragons today. I'm definitely going to be feeling it tomorrow."

"Y-yeah. We've got ice packs in the freezer..."

"Uh... I broke the freezer."

"H-huh?!"

"I hate cold stuff! You know that! So I looked at it and was like 'nuh-uh', none of that in MY house!"

Alphys pinched the bridge of her nose. "I-it... Undyne, i-it's our fridge, a-and, the bottom part is hot for your stuff. The freezer... I had ice cream in there..."

"It'll be fine right?"

"Undyne, it was human ice cream. It... spoils."

Undyne pursed her lips, staring straight ahead and clearly filled with even more regret. "... I'll buy you more."

"W-well, I was working on synthesizing my own flavors. This is just a good excuse to do that sooner," Alphys replied, and Undyne smiled at her, still looking a bit sheepish.

"Hey, sounds like that confidence training with Papyrus has really kicked in. He said the same thing any time one of his puzzles broke!" Her smile faded. "Ah man... I'm gonna have to apologize to Papyrus too. I think... all our questions scared him."

"O-oh... yeah. It's n-not like he even knew the answers to what we were asking, a-and, insinuating his brother might be... a bad person, or, doing things behind his back..."

"Yeah," Undyne grated. "God, I hope he's okay. I should've looked for him..."

"You can call him later, right?" Alphys said, stifling another yawn. "You could probably do it when we get home, even thought it's late. I used to see him active on the Undernet at really odd times, s-so, I'm not sure he sleeps sometimes."

"Yeahhh he doesn't," Undyne replied with a wincing smile. "At least, not that I've ever seen? I told you how he waited outside my house all night once, right?"

"Oh yeah. If it was anyone else that would have been super creepy."

Undyne's smile twitched. "Yep. Honestly, the fact that there's all this weird stuff about him too... I just worry about the guy, y'know? Hearing about everything they went through... I mean, even if he doesn't remember, I have to wonder if he really made it through okay."

"... D-don’t laugh, but, I'm trying not to compare it to the plot of Darkest Secrets Seven," Alphys admitted.

"Oh my god."

"It fits, o-okay!? The protagonist's sister has these strange powers and at first it just seems like coincidences, but as the show goes on it's revealed that both siblings were actually—o-oh, spoilers. B-but trust me, it seems really similar, ha ha..."

"Oh yeah, now I remember. That's the one with the super hot villain, right?"

Alphys squeaked, and blushed. "Oh. You. Heard that. Ha ha."

Undyne gave her a wide, knowing grin. "Sharp teeth, red hair, awesome martial artist... Hey, I'll take it as a compliment."

Alphys squealed, burying her face in her hands as she sunk down into her seat. Undyne continued to grin, pleased with herself. If nothing else, Alphys was predictable in her crushes.

The rest of the ride passed quietly, with only a few more bouts of banter exchanged. Alphys stared pensively through the window for a little while, chin propped as she watched streetlights pass. Even if Undyne had seemed content with the end of their discussion about the night’s events, Alphys wasn't one to let these sort of things go.

She really, really hoped they hadn't all completely broken Sans' trust. He didn't seem to be doing too well when they left, and she was glad Toriel had stayed with him. At least he had someone looking after him... But... god, she'd done her part to push him into this too. They all had, in their own ways, and yeah, if he hated them all forever she wouldn't be surprised. It made her skin crawl with guilt. She'd have to work not to spiral herself, but... they'd made a lot of mistakes tonight. Alphys could only hope Sans was easygoing enough to only be mad for a little while.

"I really messed up."

Frisk looked over at Flowey as they lay in bed and frowned.

"I mean, I have, a lot, in general—but I mean tonight," he continued, scowling. "I made this big show about saying I was going to try being a better person, and then as soon as I saw a chance to corner Sans, I couldn't help myself."

"I'm glad you know it was bad," Frisk replied solemnly, "but I feel bad too. I should have stopped you once I realized what you were doing, but I didn't know what to say."

"'Flowey, stop!' would've done it," he retorted with a bitter smile, then sighed. "Nah, I don't blame you, Frisk. I made sure everyone else would go along with it. I've known how to press everyone's buttons for too long..."

"Well, you just have to keep trying to be better, right?"

"You sound like Papyrus," Flowey sighed, "but yeah, you're right. I just feel like... like I should make it up to him somehow, or at least, do something that'll give him a reason not to tattle on me. You heard what he said—he knows what I did. At least, the worst part of it—god, how could I be so STUPID? Letting that slip... I've really gotta do something about it."

Frisk frowned. "I don't know if that's the right way to think about it..."

"Okay, but I can't let him blackmail me! Sans is the last guy you want having dirt on you, even if he just uses it to prank you. So I gotta do something that means he can't get back at me."

"I really don't think that's the right way to think about it now."

"Ugh, well, I'm not the goody-two-shoes you are. I guess I'll think of it myself. It's gotta be something amazing... but what could I even do?"

Frisk leaned back into their bed, thinking. "... I'd just leave him alone for now. You can apologize to him later. I think... I think, as long as you show that you realize what you did was wrong, and try to do better, he'll be satisfied. It seems like that’s what matters to him."

"Yeah, I guess, but... I dunno, that's not good enough," Flowey grumbled. "I'll think of something. You better sleep or Toriel's going to make your bedtime ungodly early."

Frisk winced. "It's already too soon."

"Exactly. Goodnight, Frisk."

"Goodnight, Flowey."

Toriel sank into her armchair with a sigh. After such a long, hectic, trying day, it felt good to rest her old body on the soft cushions and have a moment to herself. She'd put Frisk and their rude, unsettling friend to bed, and fixed a cup of relaxing tea for herself to wind down. She'd thought about the wine, but... no, she was trying to be better and not rely on that so much. For Frisk. The tea would do well enough, and not leave her with regrets in the morning.

At least, no regrets in addition to what she already felt. Her dear friend... She'd felt in her gut they should have waited until Sans had rested more, but ignored it in favor of the urgency of the matters at hand. She'd always worried about the dark circles under his eyes, but tonight they'd seemed even deeper, a dull scratchiness that betrayed just how poorly he was. The utter weariness she'd seen before she'd left him... It went far deeper than anything physical.

She couldn't say she didn't know the feeling.

It pulled at her even now, a weight in her chest, an ache that had never healed. The part she'd played in pressuring Sans until he snapped, lost his temper—perhaps even his grip on reality for the briefest of moments.... He'd seemed to forgive her for it, and she certainly believed their friendship could survive this given time. But it laid heavily on her. There she'd gone again, assuming she knew what was best for the people she was supposed to care for, while ignoring what they really needed.

Toriel rubbed her eyes, and took another sip of her tea. She'd have to check on Sans more often. Despite knowing he was not as care-free as he liked to present himself almost since they'd first met, the true depth of his troubles was frightening. It was the kind of thing that could make a monster very ill... But he might not appreciate her fretting, holding some resentment for what she and the others had done. She, like Alphys, had believed that if Sans actually talked about his problems, it would be a weight off his shoulders even if it was unpleasant to discuss. She'd had no inkling just how unpleasant, but...

Perhaps it would be like re-setting an improperly healed bone. Painful to break again, but now on a better path...

A technique she'd read about in her efforts to take better care of humans, just in case. Her healing magic couldn't cure all ills, after all--and certainly not a metaphorical bone. Though, the fact Sans was a skeleton, perhaps that made it literal...? There had to be some kind of joke here, but she didn't feel very much like laughing.

Toriel heaved another sigh, and finished her tea. The herbal blend seemed to be doing its job; drowsiness was setting in and made it very hard to keep thinking about all that still troubled her. Not just Sans' plight, but the other fallen humans, her own child, the old royal scientist, that flower, the future—there was too much. Certainly for only one night of pondering.

She rose, took her cup to the kitchen and rinsed it, then turned the lights out and padded towards her bedroom. She paused before Frisk's door, and couldn't help herself—as quietly as she could, she turned the knob and peeked in. Her child slept peacefully under their covers, and even the flower had his petals drooped over his face as he dozed in the moonlight cast across the nightstand. She smiled softly and backed away, closing the door with a soft click before continuing to her own bed.

The road ahead would be fraught, in more ways than one. But the only cure Toriel knew for regret was working to be better. She would do her best to help Sans, if he let her, and if not... Well, she would have to respect that. Their bond had been tested enough already.

Her fitful sleep was haunted by echoes of the past—eight others she had failed before.

Asgore held a millennia of regrets.

The war, and the people he'd lost to it, and what the living were left with after the barrier enclosed them. The pressure he'd put on his children, telling them they were the future of all monster kind, the keys to their hopes and dreams. His hasty, grief-fueled declaration of war after the loss of those children, the impassable rift with his wife because of it. The lives he'd taken since, whether innocent or not. How long he'd subjected his people to the gloom and hopelessness of life underground due to his own fears. How Alphys' stint as royal scientist had gone. How his battle with the skeleton brother's attacks had gone. How the discussion of that had gone.

They all weighed on him now that he was alone. He grit his teeth, and gripped the wheel as he drove home. Had he acted too hastily yet again? The human officials had been so scared and angry, believing the incident to be an attack. Well, it was, technically—two, to be exact. But it wasn't like the humans thought—no one was trying to sabotage relations or start the war anew. He wasn't sure how he would explain it to the humans yet, but he had his notes and planned to emphasize the strange nature of the situation. The attacks were just scared, they hadn’t meant any harm—at least, they hadn’t until he’d shown up, and his past came back to haunt him.

His regrets flowed together, linked by a common thread he turned over and over again in his thoughts. If the humans' ability to reset time was true... How was he alive? He should have fallen many, many times, over, so… How had he managed to do what he had to them? A memory surfaced—they had all looked so tired. As resigned to this as he was. Had they always had so little hope...? Had he, at that final point, had more determination than they, allowing him to...? His soul twisted painfully in his chest. It had once hurt even more, but...

He deserved to be judged.

One day, he would suffer the consequences, delivered either by human authorities or one strange, small skeleton. Until such a day came, he could only make sure his people would be safe and have the future they'd always dreamed of. And right now, even if he did convince the humans this incident was isolated, he wasn't so sure the skeleton brothers would feel so assured. In all likelihood, they'd have to get rid of their extraordinary pets, and Sans would still be left feeling betrayed by the people he should be able to count on most.

Asgore had seen his share of disputes between friends, knew all too well how even the most loving of families could rift apart over a single grave mistake. Asgore wanted to believe things could get better--Frisk had shown him that much. But it would be painful to get there, if they did at all. He could imagine why someone might reset in the face of difficulty. It would be a convenient solution—an easy way out of having any regrets at all.

But Frisk had promised.

So Asgore could only face the uncertain future.

#undertalethingem writes #unexpected guests extras #undertale fanfiction #i know i'm posting this at like. the worst time of day XD #but thanks for reading if you do!

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miekasa · 4 years ago

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mie….could we please get college au eren headcanons👉🏽👈🏽

Of course. I’m always thinking about his big head anyway <33 might as well put it good use.

One thing he learned in college is how to make his hyperfocus/fixation episodes work for him; that’s why he schedules all his classes as close together as possible. He’d rather have class back to back for 5 hours, than have it spread out with hours in between lectures, because that increases his changes of cutting.

You can always tell when he’s in class and/or what class he’s in by how much he responds to your messages. If he doesn’t text back at all, he’s in a class that hard or one he enjoys, or both. But if he’s sending you iMessage games, then you know he’s in his elective that he couldn’t care else about (and is probably cheating in someway somehow lmfao).

He usually puts his phone on dnd when he’s in a class that’s important, but you’re in his favorite contacts, so your messages always ring through. What if it’s an emergency and you need him for something? Advanced Roots of Human Biology can wait.

Some days there are one or two our breaks between his lectures, that’s just how the scheduling works out. When that happens, he usually sneaks into one of your lectures, or goes to your place to take a nap. Your roommates have become accustomed to him, honestly they’ve been considering giving him a key.

Once, he didn’t realize that your lecture was basically a seminar, with you, the prof and maybe six other students. He still stayed lmao, and the prof was so amazed by his dedication, that she didn’t even mind. Occasionally, you’ll catch the two of them talking after lecture. It’s pretty cute the way she’s adopted him into the class even tho he’s not on the roster.

You... have to show him where the library is lmfao. He genuinely has not stepped foot in one until you bring him to one. He likes it tho lmao once he gets used to it.

Speaking of which, do not give him standard directions to find your classes on campus because all you’ll get is, “Babe, I’m gonna keep it real with you, I’ve never heard of the ‘West Quad’ a day in my life. What building are you near.”

He usually comes to see you in the library after all his lectures are done for the day. Sometimes he does homework, sometimes he’s just fucking around on his computer, sometimes he’s just bothering you. When you have to leave to go to class, he stays behind to watch your stuff so you don’t have to pack everything up and come back.

Very protective when it comes to keeping your seat for you. No, you cannot take that chair to your table you good for nothing freshman; it’s reserved for you.

He’ll drag you out of the library if you’ve been cooped up all day, tho. Eren will use his height and his strength against you to get you up. Placates you with kisses when he sees your angry expression, and promises to buy you food.

He takes your backpack for you when you’re walking together,m. His backpack is frustratingly light all the time, even during midterms. You swear all he’s got in there is a pencil and some flashcards.

If you have night classes, he sticks around to walk you home after, especially in the winter when it gets dark faster. If he’s not already on campus, he’ll walk/drive back to meet you; he just doesn’t like you going home alone. Even if your friend/roommate is in the class with you, Eren will walk or drive the both of you home for his own sanity.

He plays sports, so he usually has practice most evenings, but he’ll find a way to make time. If practice was particularly brutal, he’ll probably crash at your place.

He loves it when you come to meet him after practice. His whole face lights up and he waves obnoxiously, before he gathers up his stuff and all but sprints towards you. You get a cold water bottle to the face, or a bit of water splashed on you usually, which he takes immense amusement in.

He knows it’s not possible for you to make it to all of his games, and usually it doesn’t bother him much; you’ve got your own life, and work to worry about. All he asks is that you wear his jersey, or any item of his sports apparel/merch on game day (he’s partial to hoodies).

By the time junior year rolls around, he’s not all that interested in attending parties that aren’t hosted by your friends; so, unless it’s at Connie, Jean, or Reiner and Bertholdt’s place, Eren will usually decline. Even team parties, he’s not crazy about unless it’s to celebrate a championship or something. He’d much rather celebrate with you.

He does get excited about hosting parties though, and he and Jean become pretty damn good co-hosts. They don’t throw ragers, and that’s probably why Eren likes it so much. It’s usually your friend group and a couple plus ones, some good music, games, weed, and take-out.

He’ll buy you coffee whenever you ask for it. The first time, he just orders something plain, not really knowing the difference between anything; but give it two or three tries, and he’ll get it perfect. He becomes so good that he can order you something new/different and you’ll love it.

That’s kind of the start of his own coffee addiction, and more often than not, when he buys you a cup, he’s on his second or third of the day himself. The flavor has really grown on him, okay.

He much prefers your apartment, but on occasion, he’ll ask you to come to his. You’ve been studying for so long, a change of environment should do you good, he claims. He’s a fucking liar tho because that’s all Eren Talk for “I do genuinely want you to come over, but my plans are to coerce you out of doing your assignments and doing me instead.”

Lmfao he adds you on Apple Watch Rings just so you can see him close his rings every day and laugh at you. Even if yours get closed by virtue of walking around campus or working out or whatever, his numbers are stupidly high because he fucking has practice at least 4 days of the week.

Of course when you’re running on a soccer field for 2 hours every day, you close your Move Ring five times, Eren. Leave the rest of us alone.

He buys you guys matching accessories for your keychains. It’s something pretty cute, and slightly random, but it reminded him of you. It also serves as a reminder to himself to take his fucking keys with him when he leaves his house.

He sleeps like a fucking rock, so do not let him fall asleep in the library. Waking him up is a mission, and he’s never happy to be woken up. He looks kinda cute tho.

He schedules dates for you and his friends. Usually by accident, but hear me out. Sometimes he’ll make plans with Armin, then forget that he has class or a test or something; so his solution is to text you, “hey, i forgot min and i were supposed to go some aquarium tomorrow but i have a midterm so here’s the pdf of my ticket, go with him for me, thanks babe love u” then, boop, you and Armin have an aquarium date Friday evening.

The same thing happens with Mikasa, though, she usually catches the scheduling conflict before Eren does, and invites you out herself. You and Mikasa hang out quite a bit anyway, so it comes to the point where she tells you when she’s gonna hang out with Eren, so you can make yourself free for when he inevitably remember he has a game that day.

Mikasa is most amazed that you’ve put up with Eren this long lmao. You’ve certainly lessened her Eren & Armin babysitting hours, and for that she’s eternally grateful. Also, she’s just happy to have another close friend. She loves Eren and Armin, but they’re not the most social beings, and she was literally their only friend besides the other for all their childhood PLEASE she’s so happy you’re around.

It’s Mikasa, however, who babysits you and Eren whenever you both get too drunk. Says you guys are two peas in a pod (affectionate<2)

If you tell Eren something important that happened, like an internship you got, or a good grade in a class, or something, he usually relays that information to his mom pls. He texts her every day, and if she doesn’t ask for an update on you first, he gives her one.

Carla calls you sometimes, too. At least once every few weeks, just to check on you herself. She really likes you for Eren, and is grateful someone is willing to put up with her hotheaded son.

Eren’s always using your fucking chapstick. Always. You know he has his own, so why he needs to use yours is beyond you. Finds time to make some dumbass comment about how it’s an “indirect kiss” every time he uses it too. Like bro, we’re dating, and have had many direct kisses why are you like this.

He posts on Instagram every few weeks or so, but you’re on his story every few days. Usually, it’s just a video of you minding your business and doing your work while Eren slowly zooms in before making some loud noise to surprise you, all so he can get your reaction on video and laugh at it. He’s annoying.

He’s a bit of a copycat when it comes to the products you use. He’ll buy the same brand of pens as you (for that matter, all of his school supplies mirror yours because what does he know about the difference between A4 and A5 notebooks?), put a little hand sanitizer on his backpack like yours (and a lotion, too, for good measure), he even copies your Starbucks order until he finds one he likes for himself. It’s one of his love languages <3

If you’re wondering where your eyelash curler went, Eren stole it to try it on himself, hurt himself, vowed to never use it again, went back because he wanted to “do it right and not give up,” liked the results when he didn’t pinch his eyelid, and now it’s his.

That being said, stop trying to put your Fenty lipgloss on him, it’s never going to happen. Eye makeup, maybe, only if you sit in his lap and he can have his hands on your ass while you do it.

What he does love is letting you do his skincare. He will set aside dedicated skincare nights, he adores it. Easily one of his favorite things ever.

You have his wallet. Not because he’s your sugar daddy or anything (although, if you want something, he’d definitely let you use his card to get it; and even if you bought something without asking, he wouldn’t think twice about it), but because he put it in your bag once and never took it out.

When you tried to give it back, he just shook his head and told you to keep it, “I have my ID in my phone case anyway, and you’re less likely to lose it. Plus I put all my cards on Apple Pay, so I’m good.”

When you do make it to a game of his, he’s all over you when it’s over. Not in a cocky athlete boyfriend kind of way; in a very sleepy boyfriend kind of way. He’s usually got ice on at least one part of his body, and he’s got half his body weight on you as you walk to the car.

By the time you guys get back to your place, he’s practically sleep walking. The only thing on his mind is taking a hot shower to soothe his muscles, and heading to bed. The aftermath of game days aren’t all that bad though, because even if you didn’t show, you’re always there to kiss him when he’s home and massage his shoulders, and cuddle him to sleep; and that’s his favorite part.

#anonymous #hes so fucking cute hes my fucking BOYFRIENDDDDDDDDD #eren x reader #aot x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #eren fluff #eren smut

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iheartreiner · 3 years ago

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Vampire! Mikey Way x Reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️ None really

Takes place in school (Can be high school ot college. Doesn't really matter.)

Mind my tenses just assume it's in the present

Also mind my errors

Gonna try and keep it gender neutral

Part 1 out of idk

Approximately 1,330 words.

It's a normal day as usual. I go to school, do what is wanted of me, and go home. I don't really have a large quantity of friends but that was ok. It didn't really matter to much. It's lunch time. Everyone else gathered in the cafeteria and ate I however do not. There's way to many people and things that go on in there so I sit on the bench in the lobby.

I get out my phone and scroll through my band filled tumblr aimlessly. I sit in silence until its cut off by some light shouting.

"You can't be in there during lunch!" The school's secretary's shrill voice rang as she was trying to usher someone out of the restroom. Must of been the men's considering how frustrated she looked waiting for someone to emerge "Way! I will get you out of there one way or another!"

Was she talking about Gerard? No if he was gonna hide he would be more original.

Anticipation began to fill inside me as I waited for the guy to come out. I watch amused by the secretary's furious composer. She was kind of a prick anyway. She throws her arms in the air walking speedily toward the office. I continue to watch the bathroom entrance intently. No one came out.

The secretary returned with a buff large man "He just won't come out! He's a strange one though." She said with a breath.

Wonder what she meant by "strange". The man goes into the bathroom. After several moments the man exits "You sure he's in there?"

"What do you mean?!" The secretary responds outraged. "There's no one in there." The guy answers. "Impossible!" The secretary yells and charges in the mens bathroom. After about a minute she comes out charging past the man and I not even glancing. I could have sworn she said something about getting the Ways' and putting them in under her breath.

I never seen him exit the bathroom but who knows.. he may have never see been in there. I go back to my phone glancing up occasionally at the bathroom and around me.

The bell rings and I jump. Great. As soon as the bell sounded a guy, probably around my age, walked around the right corner rather fast with a slight smile on his face.

He catches my gaze but continues on his way. Could that be him? I wonder. I haven't seen him that I can remember. I probably had just never paid attention.

~Next day~

I go to my classes. Why did this day have to feel like a century? Hated days where it felt like I was going 0.5 miles an hour. I leave my ELA class happy to finally get a break by going to lunch

I put my books down and look around. Wonder if that boy would be around again. I watch the bathroom my phone in hand and before I hearing a noise. I quickly turn my head to see what it was. It's the it's him. I try to compose myself. Oh he probably saw me looking for him... he probably thinkd im crazy. I gaze at him thinking of what to do. I shoot him a flustered smile 'ugh [Y/N] don't do that again you probably look like a manic' I think to myself quickly looking down. He smiles before sitting his stuff down and sitting on the bench across from me.

I look at my phone to try to divert my focus. '[Y/N] you've literally only acknowledged this guy like twice. Learn some social skills.' I think to myself again before hiding my face with my arm. I quickly glance up and he's reading a book. Wonder what he's reading. I look back at my phone before looking back up at him. He puts the book down and grabs his phone. I raise my head a bit more to see what it is. Eclipse (3rd Twilight book)? Oh my god now I'm nerding out. I bite my lip. 'Talk [Y/N]!' I mentally yell at myself. I have chance to make myself known take it! Why's it so hard?

"Thats a really good book." I say, pitching my voice up to make it sound prettier. He looks up at me "Is it?"

I turn red. What's that supposed to mean?! "Yep! One of my favorite series."

He smiles "I've enjoyed the last two books. On chapter 5 of this now."

Why's his smile so cute? I smile and bite my lip. I've only spoken to him for like seconds and can confirm he is amazing.

He takes a deep breath in and looks into my eyes before looking down, his eyes dropping. 'What did I do?' I ask myself. I touch my face. Is there something wrong with me? I open the camera on my phone to see. Nothing visibly wrong. It's my personality. It's because I'm me. I beat myself up over it.

As I sit over thinking everything that just happened the bell interrupts. The boy gives a shy wave and smile picking up his stuff walks goes right. I pick up my stuff getting flustered again. I manage to wave aswell even though he probably didn't see it.

I'm very red at this so I try to calm myself before I get to my next class.

My next class is Earth/space. It a pretty boring class so I'm bound to zone out for a majority of it. I sit as the teacher talks. Can this class get over soon enough. As she talks I wonder in my head. All of a sudden the boy started to ingulf my thoughts. What could he mean? Who is he? Where is he? I know im being very noisy and way to absorbed in the situation but I couldn't help it. I don't know what is so fascinating about this guy i've never really payed any attention to. Was it his hair? No. His eyes? Nope. The bell rings interrupting my thoughts. I get up from my seat racing to my locker. As I walk quickly someone comes to my side. It's Gerard. "Hey [Y/N]!" He says with legitimate happiness to see me. "Hey!" I respond. "So..." he begins as he puts his stuff in his locker "Why won't you sit with the guys and I at lunch?"

"I don't know." I say slamming my locker. I actually consider it then I remember the boy "I'm good. I like my spot."

"You sit all by yourself everyday and don't eat!" He exclaims.

"I know." I respond. He rolls his eyes.

"Hey do you have any relatives that come here?" I ask.

"No... why."

"Well yesterday there was a guy in the bathroom during lunch and they were trying to get him out. I think his last name is Way. When they went in there he wasn't there though. I didn't pay attention but they had to know if he was in there or not. I don't know it was weird."

"Don't know him." He mutters. "Oh." I respond.

"You seem pretty interested in him though."

"I wouldn't go that far." I repsond lying to him and myself. He nods and is unusally silence. There was something wrong. He opens the bandroom door for himself and I. He gets out his trombone and I get out my bass clarinet. We sit silently. I look over at him and he seems deep in thought. "Sorry." I mumble. He looks at me and shakes his head "For what?"

"I don't know." I respond. He reaches over and squeezes my shoulder "You always put yourself down more than you do others [Y/N]. Stop it." He says with a sad pang. He puts a small smile on his face. I press my lips together and nod.

The teacher calls us to attention which deflects my focus off of the boy and Gerard for a mere 45 minutes.

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Scent ⁘ Kakashi Hatake x f!reader ⁘ NSFW

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Got another one for y'all for my husband's birthday...💙👑💍

MINORS 👏🏼 DO 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 INTERACT 👏🏼

A/N: Kakashi's sensitive sense of smell and your arousal. This is some raw, primal, feral, filthy Kakashi. If you're looking for soft, sweet, sensitive Kakashi, keep scrolling please, negl.

Warnings: scent kink, drunk sex, lots of sexual bodily fluids (m & f), face fucking, slight dubcon, squirting, facial

Word Count: 1.8k

Asuma and Kurenai are hosting one of their infamous dinner parties at their home. These things always end up the same way. Lots of friends come over, eat, then proceed to drink bottle after bottle of sake while playing drinking games until the music starts blasting and everyone loses several brain cells and have a great time making complete fools of themselves. They truly are the absolute best parties.

Kakashi doesn't frequent these parties, but you do seeing as how Kurenai is your sister from another mister. She knows about your long-time crush on Kakashi and winks at you when she sees the two of you hanging out together, talking, laughing.

His fingers brush across your arms or back every chance they can. You know exactly what you're doing when you lean forward with your arm crossed under your bosom. And Kakashi knows exactly what you're doing too. Sure enough, you're getting turned on just by talking to him and exchanging flirty looks, words, and touches.

You excuse yourself to go to the restroom, adding a little extra sway to your hips knowing he's watching you walk away. It's not the first time he has smelled the scent of your arousal, but his inhibitions have been doused in alcohol and he decides to make his move.

When you open the door to leave the bathroom, Kakashi just so happens to be waiting on the other side. You smile and twirl your hair, feeling yourself getting wetter. Your inhibitions are down as well, the alcohol giving you the courage to taunt him a little.

"Wow Kakashi, if I didn't know better I'd think that you followed me back here". He closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths through his nose. "Kakashi, are you okay?"

He opens his eyes, his pupils blown wide, and stalks closer to you. You step backwards into the bathroom and he closes the door behind you.

"I can smell you".

"Oh?" You remember his ultra-sensitive sense of smell and begin to panic a little. Oh god, do I smell bad?

He takes another intentional whiff of you, your scent now more concentrated due to proximity and close quarters, never mind the fact that you're steadily getting more and more turned on by him.

"Mm...you smell..." He takes another deep breath. "...amazing".

"Really? I'm not wearing perfume or anything-"

"It's not that. Better than that. It's your scent".

"W-what do you mean?"

You watch as his lusty gaze dips from your eyes to your center. "I can smell your arousal".

Your mouth opens and you take a step back. "Y-you can?"

The edge of the double vanity is now directly behind you, so when he pushes himself against you, there's nowhere else to go. You're surprised to feel him so hard already, looking down to see the material of his pants being pushed out by his erection. Hell, you can even see the outline of the head of his cock, his bigger than average size making itself apparent.

"What are you gonna do, Kakashi?"

He smooths his hands along your thighs and hips, pushing your short skirt up before picking you up and setting you on the edge of the counter. The cool granite contrasts with your bare heat since you're not wearing any panties. The excitement, the fear, and the need for him all mix together in an exhilarating juxtaposition of desire. You hadn't been expecting this at all, but you don't want him to stop. Now that it's happening you're too curious to see what he's going to do next. How far will he go?

He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to suck it in. You close your eyes and swirl your tongue around his digit before he pulls it out slowly and places it against your weeping slit, dragging it back and forth over your clit, pulling a moan from your parted lips. He looks you dead in the eye, pulls his mask down, and it's his turn to bring his thumb to his lips, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. "Mm fuck, you taste good too".

God, he's beautiful. Your gaze dips from his slate grey and red eyes down to his pretty lips, which are punctuated by a soft beauty mark just below the left corner of his mouth. You wouldn't have thought it possible, but now you want him more than ever. You squirm against the counter, smearing your slick on it as you seek relief from the hard surface pressing against your opening. At the same time, Kakashi's been grinding his cock against the cabinet below, seeking some relief of his own.

He pulls his shirt over his head before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He unbuttons and unzips his pants before pushing the waistband of his boxer briefs down enough for his large cock to spring free, slapping the skin just below his navel, leaving a string of precum in its wake along his silver happy trail.

He breathes in deeply again, the combination of your scent and flavor making him crazy. He pulls you to the edge of the counter until you think you might fall off, but he catches you. He pushes his thick cock against your wet little cunt, pushing himself inside of you inch by delectable inch until he is fully sheathed within you.

He holds himself there as a long, throaty moan escapes your open lips, your walls already clenching down around him. You arch your back, jutting your tits out as Kakashi pulls the tiny straps of your camisole off your shoulders. He pushes the fabric down until it's bunched up around your waist along with your skirt, your tits now free to be licked and sucked on by his hot mouth with his cock still buried deep inside of you. You push your fingers into his thick hair to pull him closer and throw your head back when he flicks his tongue over one of your hard, wet nipples.

"Hold on to me", he says in his low silky voice. You obey, clutching his shoulders as he hooks his arms behind your knees. He pulls you off the counter and begins gliding his slick cock in and out of you, using the momentum of his hips and the bounce of your ass to boost the impact of his thrusts.

"Oh god, Kakashi...your dick..."

"Yeah, what about it?", he asks before licking your exposed throat.

"Nnnhhh feels so good, gonna make me cum already. So soon!"

He can indeed feel your walls closing in tighter around him as he pumps his hips even faster, digging his fingertips deep enough into your butt cheeks to leave bruises. You adjust your hold on him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to keep from slipping as if he wouldn't catch you anyway.

"Yeah? 'S that right? You gonna cum all over my cock?" He breathes right up against your ear.

Your pussy clenches tighter at his words. You want him to fuck you harder and you tell him as much. He's now slamming his cock into you, his breath quickening.

"Mmhmmm gonna cream all over your fat cock, 'kashi!"

Your scent becomes more and more intoxicating to him the closer you approach orgasm. His legs start to shake, but the adrenaline and testosterone coursing through his body ensure that he's able to keep pistoning his cock in and out of you at speed.

"Ahh fuck, your pussy smells so fucking good. Can't wait to taste it after you cream all over me".

Hearing those words in his deep voice does you in. Every muscle in your body seizes up as you cry out. "Ka-ka-shiiiii!"

He pushes you up against a wall and pounds into you mercilessly, your back pitching up and down the wall with every powerful rut of his hips.

"Cum for me, (y/n)! Yeah, cum all over this fucking cock, right fucking now!"

"Hahhhh that's it, 'kashi! Yeah, slam your cock into my sweet little pussy hahhh! Cumming...cumming...FUCK!"

You explode all around him, spraying your liquid everywhere.

His eyes widen when you squirt all around him and he loses all composure, bucking his hips wildly. "Oh fucking shit! Fucking yes! Oh fuck that pretty cunt of yours is coming apart around my fat cock...oh god, (y/n), I'm gonna fill you up with my fucking nut! Shit, here I cum! Here I fucking cum!"

He's still reaming you with his meaty cock when his seed starts dripping out from your opening, too much of it to hold inside. He sets you back down on the counter and you fall back, unable to even hold yourself up, while he dives face first into your cunt. He wants it all. Your cream mixed with his cum. God it is so fucking hot his dick doesn't even get soft. He wears you out with his mouth until you're ready to cum again, squirting all over his face.

Your body goes limp on the granite, every muscle including the ones in your eyelids completely spent. You can feel him pull your bottom back down to the edge of the counter before burying his hard cock deep inside you again, thrusting with wild abandon, using your body like a fuck doll as your eyes roll back in your head. You're all but unconscious as he pounds into you, wet skin clapping hard against wet skin. Pretty soon he's on edge again.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna fill you up with my cum again, (y/n)".

He looks down to see your body moving in time with his thrusts, tits bouncing, body sliding up and down over the now slippery surface. Kakashi is fucking you raw in a pool of your slick and his semen.

"Ahh come here, I wanna cum all over your face".

He pulls you down, catching you just before your knees hit the hard tile. He stuffs his cock in your mouth and fucks your face while you try to push back on his trembling thighs. But it's no match for his strength as he uses your hair to guide your mouth along his cock. You gag and choke, saliva pouring out of your mouth, but that only seems to egg him on more.

"Oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah! You look so pretty when I fuck your face like this. Shit!"

He continues throwing his hips forward as his balls tighten up so much they're not even hanging anymore.

"Ah fuck, (y/n), I'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard! Gonna cover your face with my seed, yeah! Fuck, here it comes!"

He keeps a fist in your hair when he pulls out of your throat. You choke and spit and fight for air while his hot sticky semen splashes across your face with every jerk of his fist. You stick your tongue out, licking him from your lips.

"Yeah, that's right baby, eat my fucking cum," Kakashi says, using the head of his softening cock to spread his cum into your open mouth.

He draws a hot bath before stripping you down, helping you into the soothing warm water. You watch as he takes the rest of his clothes off, slipping in behind you. He washes your body, then his own before holding you back against his front, slowly stroking your hair. Comforting you. Kissing you. Caring for you.

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