#oh I'll do replies and not get all emo she said

[kouros-herc]

Maybe... maybe for Prom, he could think about getting something tailored, or some special occasion that might come up when he wanted to look extra nice. But for the moment he couldn't ever imagine being a person who simply got things customised to actually fit him properly.

"Oh, I mean... obviously it's a bit more casual?" So he wouldn't wear it to all the same occasions he'd wear a proper shirt? Right? That said it was a whole lot more formal than the t-shirts he often settled for. "But I like the green," he said, almost quietly and as if he didn't want to be heard. Hercules smiled to himself. He knew green was a good colour for him, people always said that about redheads, that dark green looked good on them but... yeah. He really liked it, it looked nice.

It made him look like some confident guy, it showed off his physique without looking too tight or that it was trying to, it made him look like ... some successful business owner, ready to give a TedTalk or something. Not just him.

Ken felt like he was back having that conversation with Mary again, unable to understand people's aversions to getting nice things and then treating them as they needed to be treated. Not everything needed to be tailored but a nice pair of trousers? So that they could get their worth in wear? What was so insane about that instead of spending the money on a pair that didn't fit right but putting up with it? Wouldn't the not-putting-up-with-it and looking nice in them make it worth the money?

But he didn't want Hercules to get mad at him the way Mary had seemed to. He wasn't averse to confrontation or anything like that, but Hercules was already doing something that had obviously made him uncomfortable. Not the time.

This was very motivating to become better at sewing, though, so that Ken himself could do the altering for people like Mary and Hercules so they didn't have to worry about it.

"Yeah, absolutely," he said with a nod and smile. "But you do like it, right? How do you feel about the polo rather than the usual button down?"

[lordprettyflackotara]

dollhouse || jeff the killer || part five

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: bondage, face fucking, jealousy sex

"Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?"

Jeff squirmed in his chair, his arms crossing sassily. You stood behind him, putting your hand on your hip.

"Trust me when I tell you that you're doing the world a favor," You countered. Jeff grumbled under his breath, allowing you to continue the task at hand. You readjusted your grip on the kitchen scissors in your hand, picking up another piece of Jeff's hair. You snipped at it carefully, Jeff's gaze forced to center on the kitchen window.

He watched Sally play soccer with Laughing Jack and Jill, who were visiting for the weekend. They typically stayed at the Trenderman mansion, one of Slenderman's better brothers. Jeff wasn't too big of a fan of them visiting, but Jeff wasn't too big of a fan of anything. Including the haircut you were giving him. "My haircut is apart of my branding you know. Everyone knows me by my hair," Jeff argued. Despite his argumentative tongue, he stayed seated and unmoving.

"Right, its totally not the large smile carved into your cheeks or the lack of eyelids," You agreed, smirking to yourself as you snipped another piece of Jeff's hair. Ben strolled into the kitchen, taking one look at Jeff's frown and giggling to himself. "Something funny Ben?" Jeff asked. Ben's gaze fell to the fridge and its contents, the blonde rummaging through it to search for non expired food.

"Oh nothing, it's just great to see you're changing your emo haircut after a decade. Never thought you'd grow out of it. Good job y/n."

Jeff gritted his teeth, a giggle escaping your lips. It was then the back door opened, revealing The Bloody Painter. His signature mask had been lifted and secured to his head, revealing his face. His bright blue eyes met yours, his gaze centering on you. "Well hello there y/n. You've matured quite a lot since the last time I saw you," He said, giving you a bright smile. Jeff didn't fail to notice this, his eyes narrowing. "Thanks. Living in a mansion full of boys will do that to you," You replied kindly. You continued to trim the ends of Jeffs hair, Ben slamming the fridge and grabbing a box of cereal. The Painter looked over at your steady hands, watching you trim Jeff's hair.

"I didn't know you cut hair," The Painter commented. You could hear Ben begin to crunch on his cereal, eating it by the handful. "She only cuts mine," Jeff barked. The Bloody Painter kept his cool, hardly acknowledging Jeff's matter of fact statement. "Well thats a shame, maybe you can make an exception sometime and cut mine," The Painter suggested. Jeff rose from his chair, shooting daggers at The Painter as he turned around. In a swift motion he grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the kitchen. "Jeff! I wasn't done!" You whined, scissors still in hand. He dragged you through the living room, his patience running too thin to make it to his bedroom. "Don't worry doll, i'll make sure you finish," Jeff growled.

He found the closest bathroom, opening the door and shoving you inside. You set the scissors aside, your arms crossing as Jeff shut the door and locked it. "Whats your problem? I only cut like half of that section!" You hissed. Jeff grabbed you by your throat, his fingers curling so intensely around your skin you audibly whimpered. "Do you get off on entertaining other guys? Hmm? Is that it?" He snarled. Your eyes widened, Jeff pushing you against the bathroom counter. You began to question him, the pale killer cutting you off before you could make a sound. "That stupid Painter was eye fucking you. How did you not see that?" Jeff questioned. He squeezed your neck tighter, a small whimper escaping your lips as you became light headed.

"Oh I see. Does seeing me get all hot and bothered rile my girl up? Make you all wet for me?" Jeff purred. You hadn't even thought of it that way, but your core only began throbbing more when Jeff planted his knee in between your thighs. "Well thats too damn bad. Knees, now," He ordered, shoving you down towards the floor. Your knees hit the tile harshly, promising to leave bruises the next day. You began to reach to fiddle with his belt. the pale killer slapping your hand away. "Did I say you could use your hands? Stupid slut," Jeff spat. He undid his own belt, admiring your eyes gleaming with submission.

"I-I just assumed-" You stuttered, Jeffs hand gripping your chin cutting you off. "I-I-I," Jeff mocked you. He bent over, grabbing your wrist and holding them behind your back. "All I need from you is to put your pretty mouth to use," Jeff said. He used his belt to tie your hands behind your back, your mouth running dry as you looked up at him. He undid his pants, his cock hard and leaking precum in front of your face. "Go on, make yourself useful," Jeff taunted. You kitten licked his slit, the pale killer holding back a groan. He grabbed your head roughly, forcing you down on his cock. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, the sound gratifying to Jeffs ears.

Jeff's hips were merciless, the mere thought of The Bloody Painter talking to you sending him into a possessive frenzy. Usually Jeff wasn't as rough as this, but with each thrust he thought of anyone else seeing you like this. You were his. And he needed to make sure you knew it. Tears prickled out of the corner of your eyes, gagging as Jeff pounded your throat. Briefly he removed his cock from your throat, allowing you a brief moment to breathe. Saliva connected you to his cock, a thin string hanging between the two of you before he forced you back down onto his shaft. You struggled against your restraints, your jaw forced to fall slack as Jeff violated your throat as he pleased.

"You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of my cock," Jeff cooed. You felt his cock twitch, his orgasm coming faster than you expected. Jeff sensed this as well, pulling you away. "Nuh uh, want to you to watch me fuck you," Jeff chuckled darkly. He forced you to your feet, turning you away from him. His rough hands yanked down your shorts and panties, before grabbing your ass. He teasingly ran his fingers up and down your slit, grinning at the feeling of how wet you were for him. You groaned as he briefly brushed against your clit, your core throbbing for more. "Jeff I need more," You whined. Jeff pressed you against the counter, grabbing you by your throat.

"Look at yourself pretty girl. You're gonna get what you want," Jeff grinned. You made eye contact with him through the mirror, swallowing as he rubbed his tip up and down your slick. "Wait you aren't going to prep me?" You asked, becoming breathless. Jeff smirked as he began to push instead of you, your walls struggling to accommodate to his size. "I don't think you need it doll. After all, you were so cock hungry for The Painters dick I think you can handle mine," Jeff snickered. He pushed himself in slowly, deciding to have mercy for a brief moment. Your body trembled as he made his way inside of you. "So full, too full," You slurred, his cock bottoming out.

Jeff's hand slithered up to your mouth, bringing two fingers to your lips. "Suck them whore or I won't move," Jeff growled. You did as instructed, taking his fingers into your mouth. "There we go. Theres my obedient little whore," Jeff grunted, smiling with pride as he made eye contact with you in the mirror. He began to thrust inside of you, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers only making him harder and more eager. You struggled to contain your sinful noises as Jeff pounded into you, the pain of being stretched out fading into an all too familiar pleasure. You watched Jeff in the mirror, his lip tucked between his teeth as he watched his cock side in and out of you.

"You're practically fucking milking me doll, fucking hell," Jeff panted. With his spare hand it made its way to your clit, drawing fast and sloppy circles around it. Your eyes fluttered closed, your thighs trembling as the cord inside of you tightened tighter and tighter. "Call yourself a slut, now," Jeff ordered. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, his pupils blown with lust. You swallowed, struggling to continue sucking his fingers. "I'maslut," You chanted, your words muffled by Jeff's long fingers. He shoved his fingers down your throat, relishing in the sound of you gagging as his cock abused your g spot. "That's it doll. That's fucking it. Do you think he could fuck you like this? Huh?" Jeff growled. You shook your head no, Jeff removing his fingers from your mouth.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you," Jeff chuckled. He took his hand and wrapped it around your neck, giving him more leverage to ram into you. "No! Only you Jeff. I swear, only you," You cried. You knew your orgasm was close, the pale killers fingers never slowing as they rounded your clit. "That's what I thought. Now why don't you let everyone know how good I make you feel and cum for me?" Jeff suggested, his suggestion more of an order. He had trained your body well, your orgasm washing over you as soon as you heard he had granted you permission. Your vision went white, Jeff's cock continuing to ram into you as you shook under him. He grunted your name as he came, pulling out his shaft and releasing on your ass and lower back.

He grinned as he looked at his painted masterpiece. Yeah, The Bloody Painter may have been a painter, but Jeff was an artist.

[greenunoreversecard]

hi hi i came across your work a lot and i love it

i was wondering if you could do a ftm reader with barty crouch jr where the reader hasn’t done anything yet to medically transition besides top surgery (so no bottom surgery or testosterone) and it’s that time of month and they are feeling super dysphoric and just a bunch of fluff. if you’re comfortable with it please.

have a lovely day and i will return *evil gremlin laugh* bye!

A/N;I'll try, it's late.. almost 1am and I'm 🍃 rn.. ERM also lowkey basing off of my own experinces

Warning: slightly spicy suggestions, strong language, innuendos and explicit phrases(?) sorta got a enemies and lovers vibe, readers kinda a snarky asshole

Guess im a vampire- Barty Jr. X FtM! Reader

i shuffle uncomfortably in my bed, the room dark. I shuffle again as another wave of sharp, pulsating pain envelops my lower stomache. My grip on the heating pad tightens.

Fucking bloody Mary has decided to have a trampoline party on my... non wanted parts.

Not only does it slightly hurt my ego and absolutely destroy me mentally, it also decides to fuck me, and not establish a safe word.

As I shuffle again, feeling my insides shift as nausea hits as well as another wave of pain, my door essentially flies open, lock broken into firey pieces of metal, I see none other than resident "chalk dyed tips, emo twink" Barty Jr.

"Guess what I heard from Regulus that heard from Pandora that Heard from Evan?"

"what? Why are you all playing telephone?" I say, slowly sitting up, hair messy and a tired look on my face.

He leans on the doorframe, a mischievous glint in his eye. He raises a brow.

'He's not going to tell me unless I guess. Typical'

"Lucius and Narcissa broke up again?"

"Nope"

"Bellatrix comes out as being is in a lesbian relationship?"

"No, but that is in my Christmas bingo card so I fucking hope" He replies as he saunters over to my bed, plopping down next to me, although for some reason a bit more... Gently?

"They found out about when we-"

He glares at me.

"B, they can't hear us"

"they always hear us"

I sigh, and roll my eyes, although a bit more happier than earlier.

"Just tell me"

"Well, firstly I lied about hearing it through the grapevine, I just wanted rumor ideas-"

I snort a laugh, typical. He playfully glares at me.

"Evan told me this morning that you woke up in bloody sheets, and then we snuck into the library to get a gender book thing, and we looked at like-" He whispers the next word; "menstruation-. And like all that. and I asked Narcissa, -because you two are friends- how to help because he said you looked in pain, which, she said try coke,' that cheers most people up' and so we were gonna buy some, but Evan asked Pandora and-" he shuffles, sitting up and shoving a plastic bag for you.

You look at it causiously, but eventually give into temptation and look inside. Some hygiene products, a box of cigs, some candies and chocolates, paracitimol and... A box of lube?

You hold it up with a questioning gaze

"in case the thing gets stuck to the..." He gestures vaguely to your crotch.

"..what?"

"when you stick it on, the diaper, it's on your who-ha"

I laugh and cover my mouth.

"it's- it's not stuck onto my vagina, Barty. It's stuck onto the fucking underwear."

I laugh again, and Barty's head tilts lightly digesting the information.

"Oh."

I laugh again, before wincing from a harsh pain.

he looks confused, before remembering something, then gets off my bed.

He gestures to the bathroom.

"Wash up, get the vampire hoodoo off then come back over and we can try fucking round with a radio to become possessed."

I laugh lightly, yawning and respond: "Guess I'm a vampire now. Can I ask why?" I stretch,making sure the heating pad stays locked in position.

"Because Blood"

I raise my eyebrow. "Blood? What about it"

He shrugs. "Blood means vampire"

"Didn't you-"

"Never, not me wrong guy."

I quirk an eyebrow, and He shrugs.

"I'll be a vampire if your a vampire"

He rolls his eyes, head lolling backwards, he huffs over-exaggeratedly.

"if that means you fuck off and shower than sure" He grins sardonically.

I glance at the bathroom, before nodding and slowly getting up, which he ends up helping with and collecting some clothes for me for a shower; all because "we don't want grandpa to die".

After I shower, I come out, having had Barty essentially shove some pain killers down my throat, im feeling a bit better, but still tired. I find Barty, who is on his bed, with all of my blankets as well as his. He looks up as hee hears the door open, before quickly beckoning me over, he's laying down, so I join him in the same position.

He clears his throat.

"we can cuddle. Platonically, because I know your poor heart couldnt handle romantic"

I snort a laugh.

"it's not gay if we wear socks"

"I'm wearing only one, does that mean I'm bi?"

"what type of monster only wears one fucking sock?"

We continue to bicker as Barty gently maneuvers me to a position comfortable for both of us. We're pressed against one another. This isnt the first time this has happened.

We talk, and play some records and eventually fall asleep to Evan walking in with a camera.

That'll be a tomorrow issues.

[eyesoire]

How is Jeff and Valerie’ relationship in your au?

When and how did Valerie and Jack first meet?

Also if Emiko and Valerie were to meet each other how would Valerie interact with each other? 😼

i did make a post abt jeff and val's relationship awhile back, i'll link it here but i do want to talk abt them again bc i've expanded it in my head 😼

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at some point in eyho, i want them to get kinda closer but not super close.. like not best friends but close enough for them to hangout together with ben and nina every now and then.

anywho I want their friendship to be kind of a plot device (i hope thats the right term) because Jack getting jealous of Jeff is how he stops being in denial about his feelings 😼

it's not a love triangle because jeff and val are genuinely just friends, the main conflict between the three of them is just jack being a stupid idiot for a bit until he finally accepts that he's in love 😭

HOWEVER! jeff and jack do have a physical fight over it. for some reason emo idiots fighting is my favorite trope in everything. i'll just write what happens in bullet points bc it'll be easier lawl

jack realizes jeff and val are becoming closer friends and he gets platonically and romantically jealous (because val is like his only friend and he has feelings for her, though he's in HEAVY denial)

after like a week and a half of trying to hide the fact that he feels his relationship with val is threatened, all the conflicting emotions swirling around in his head end up boiling over and he ends up confronting jeff in the forest when he's out for a smoke

at first jack doesn't say anything he just kinda stares like a weirdo because he's a complete idiot when it comes to feelings and he genuinely has no idea what he wants to say

and then as jeff is asking him "dude are you okay" jack just.. punches him. and then when jeff starts yelling like "WHAT THE FUCK MAN" jack is just like "oh my god im so sorry i was NOT thinking"

and then jeff punches him and normally jack would win that fight but he just kinda lets it happen because he feels like he deserves it (he kinda does atp) and then after awhile both of them just sit down with bloody noses and bruised knuckles

and then after like 20 seconds of silence jack just says "i think i'm in love with valerie." and jeff just replies "is that seriously what this is over"

anyways thats about it 😊 i havent really figured out what happens after that so :P

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i really dont remember if i made a post about how jack and val met before so i'll just try to briefly explain how it happened

jack already knew about val because she stabbed jeff out of fear when she became a proxy (poor girl was confused and scared it was her first time being fully concious in like 3 years) and obviously that caused kind of a scene 😭

but they offically met a day or two after that. Jack was going to go to her room as soon as she became a proxy and just kinda wander around her forest but Slenderman stopped him and basically said "You're probably just gonna scare the daylights out of her if she's awake, I don't really want anyone to bother her rn" and then Jack's like "yeah that probably makes sense"

Slender told him he should wait at least two days for her to relax but for a reason I havent really figured out yet Jack is REALLY curious about her. Or he's just extremely lonely and bored.

So the day after Val joins the mansion Jack goes to her forest and he was just planning to walk around and not go to her room, but as soon as he steps foot she tries to attack him lol

After like a minute of tussling and Jack trying to tell her he's not a threat she ends up biting his hand and messing up his thumb. The bite ends up startling him enough that he just pauses and looks at his hand for a few seconds until he looks up and realizes that she ran away. Anyways he just ends up leaving since he doesn't want to scare her again and when he's back at his room he just stares at his hand and then he suddenly feels like.. happy. Basically he didn't think there would be anyone else like him ever but meeting Val kinda changed his perspective.. hopefully that makes sense.

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I think Val would be kind of weirded out by Emiko at first, but more in a curious way than in a freaked out way. Like i genuinely think Val would be so fascinated by Emiko lmao.

I feel like if they got close they'd hang out but the "hanging out" is just staring at each other in silence for an hour. Murder yuri 💗

[jamalgripperton46290]

Banging Into You (Bing x Bang)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

A/N: See what I did there? >:) Either way, enjoy little chickadoodles! <3

....

The average day of a storybot was quite the hefty to say the least, but at least most were employed and didn't end up like Jimmy, selling balloons down the road for 5 bucks. Word on the street was that Jimmy had convicted rape and did hard drugs, but storybots were quite the gossips, so that might've been a myth.

But enough about Jimmy, let's talk about answer team 341B. This is their story after all.

"Answer team 341B reporting for duty sir!" Beep beamed with joy, Boop just didn't understand how Beep could be so happy and outgoing with this shit of a job at around 8 in the morning. But oh well, life is life, or some stupid quote like that, I don't know.

I'll just cut to the chase and tell you that it was yet another mission to find out "Why do I have to wear my seatbelt?". And GOD, these kids came up with the most random ass questions, but it was their job to find out, so out they went in search of why people had to put on their seatbelts to ride a goddamn car.

And so, they eventually found out, and arrived, and told Hap, and Hap replied with the same "That's actually pretty good", and they told the child whose name was Maddie? Addie? no one really cared, and she ended the call with a "Thanks storybots! You guys are the best!", and Hap eventually snapped and said "Enough dilly-dallying storybots, get back to work!" or something along those lines, the usual.

And after what seemed like a never-ending day at work, they were all on their way home in the gloomy darkness of the night.

"Dude, I swear these questions are getting more useless by the minute" Bing sighed, looking up at the starry night sky with the hopes of having his dream life one day, but with the way things were looking up right now, that was FAR from happening (At least that's what he thought)

"Well, at least we have a job Bing, let's not be too harsh on ourselves here" Bo replied patting the short, yellow midget on the shoulder.

"I'm with Bo here, stop being so uptight Bing, you just gotta love life! Because what's there not to love?" Beep exclaimed, being annoying as hell, and Bing just wasn't having it today.

Bing just mumbled a soft "Whatever" and let this one slide, because he cared for his friends at least, especially one tall, blue hunko who would run around in his mind all day, rent-free. But he obviously kept that one fact to himself, or else Bo and Beep would never shut up about it.

"Either wayyy... I sure do miss Bang, why didn't he come to work today?" Bing asked, obviously worried about his big-dicked, blue, handsome boo.

"Oh yeah, he called me today saying he wasn't feeling well, and MIRACULOUSLY Hap let him take the day off" Beep replied.

"Poor little Bang" Bo said with a pout across her purple robot face.

"I guess I can visit him tomorrow, I think I have a day off" Bing responded, already happy at just the thought of his big-dicked bae.

"You're lucky you get days off on Sundays Bing, I have to wait till Thursday, ugh, I guess that's one thing I don't love about life" Beep sighed.

"See? Now you're getting it!" Bing chuckled, nudging Beep on the shoulder.

"Whatever Mr. Emo pants, see you at work. And keep me posted on Bang tomorrow alright?" Beep requested, standing right outside Bing's doorstep.

"Will do" Bing replied. "Bye guys"

"Bye Bing"

"See you later alligator!"

"Boop"

Bing closed the door behind him and simply smiled to himself at the thought of Bang.

He didn't exactly know how or when his 'thing' with Bang started, he figured he just decided to like him one day. But no, it was way more than just that...

(Buckle up for some cheesy shit cuz it's a critical part of the story, character development amirite?)

Bing just didn't like Bang, he LOVED him, he loved his smile, his passion for the things he loved, the way he always managed to add the words "Dude" or "Man" in every sentence, Bing found it effortlessly cute, his carefree way of being, his eyes, the way he was so caring, how he was always so chill with just being himself, the way he bit his blue, robot lips when he thought hard of something, the way he fiddled with his fingers when he was nervous, his voice. And to put it all simply, he was obsessed with him, longing him at every morning and second of the day.

Bing went to sleep, hugging his pillow, in his pyjamas, and the thought of Bang at the back of his head.

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Bing woke up rather tired, but with the motivation of a certain someone (I'll let u guess dat one). He had a day off, so all went pretty chill from then on, until he decided it was an appropriate time to check up on Bang.

The hour 5:00 struck the clock, and Bing began to get ready, making sure his robot skin was clean, making sure his wiring was organized, and spritzing a dash of his special cologne used for only special occasions, he always made sure to wear it around Bang, because every moment with him was always a special occasion UwU (Someone has to cut down on the cheese, I'm sorry)

Bing, being the soppy romantic he was, got Bang some Starbucks, some flowers, and a fruit salad (Cuz ya gotta be healthy when ur sick, and also idk what to fill in dat last part). He thought the flowers were a bit overkill, but he just went with it because he was a cringey and cheesy romantic.

He had to be lying if he said he wasn't scared out of his robot brainz, but priorities first, and his priority right now, was to spend some much-needed quality time with Bang. As he made his way to Bang's doorstep, his heart was about to pop right out of his chest and fly out to heaven, because GOOD LORD, he was going to see BANG right now, the Bang himself.

And God, the ways Bang made him feel. He eventually got the remaining courage to touch that damn doorbell and wait, hoping for the best, the best being - Bang opening that door.

After what seemed like an eternity, a tall, blue, and dare I say handsome figure appeared on the opposite side of the door.

"Uhhh... Bing? What are you doing here?" Bang croaked, with the lingering raspy tone of a sore throat.

"U-umm, hey Bang, I-I heard you were sick so I got kinda worried and decided to check up on you... A-and I'm sorry It's such short notice, B-but I thought I'd just walk by and g-get you something, I d-don't mean to barge in like this, ugh, I-I should've texted beforehand. I-I'm sorry" Bing babbled like an autistic baby with ADHD.

"Dude, relax, it's okay man. Like, come right in" Bang reassured Bing.

"T-thank you..." Bing stepped inside.

"What can I get ya amigo? Water, juice, vodka?" Bang asked, with slight emphasis on the vodka.

"Oh no, that's not necessary, I came here to check up on YOU mister" Bing replied with a cheeky smile.

Bang tried to look away to hide the blush forming across his blue robot cheeks, "O-oh thanks..."

"How about some Netflix and chill?" Bang asked, not realizing the deep meaning behind the words he had just let out of his mouth (iykyk)

Bang was dumbfounded, but decided to play the innocent cards, with a soft "Sure!"

They eventually made their way to Bang's room which had some random tissues scattered all across the floor, but Bing didn't quite notice, as he was distracted by the gorgeous, blue hunka-chunka in front of him.

As they made their way to Bang's bed, Bang decided to break the dreaded silence with a "What do you wanna watch?"

"Oh, anything's fine really" Bing stated. The two settled on some random rom-com they stumbled upon. How romantic.

As the movie started, Bing, being the cheesy ass bitch he was, tried his absolute best not to stare at the tall, blue figure beside him, and he soon found out that the task was quite complicated, almost impossible. Who couldn't just gawk at this glorious, other-worldly, extraordinary, godly, beautiful, wonderful being all day? Definitely not Bing of course.

Midway through the movie, which was actually quite boring to say the least, Bing jolted at the feeling of Bang's godly head resting on his supa-dupa robot shoulder.

"Bang... are you asleep?" Bing whispered, but received no response in return. Bang was in fact sleeping.

Bing silently chuckled and smiled at his blue bae.

"God, you're so cute" Bing confessed, not aware that Bang wasn't fully asleep just yet. And oh welp, shit's about to go down (or up for that matter, iykyk)

"You really think so?" Bang spouted.

"WHAT?! I T-THOUGHT YOU WERE SLEEPING, FUCK I'M SORRY, I-I DIDN'T MEAN IT-" Bang practically screeched.

"So you don't think I'm cute?" Bang innocently asked, secretly joking around. And oh, how he loved making Bing nervous.

"N-no, of course you are, I mean no, but like not in that way y'know? No homo haha..."

"Well that's a shame, because I think you're quite the hottie Bing, and that's saying the least. You're a goddamn hunko with an astronomical man schlong" Bang said casually, maintaining eye contact with the short, yellow "Hunko with an astronomical man schlong"

"Y-you're joking..." Bing said in denial.

"Will this answer your question?" Bang then proceeded to JUMP on top of Bing, wrapping his tiny yet thick robot thighs around Bing's fragile waist, and headbutted his lips onto Bing's with no warning whatsoever. And holy black jesus, turns out Bang did indeed like Bing! Hooray!

Their tongues glided and twirled in a beautiful rhythm and pattern together, Bang went the extra mile by practically shoving his twirlay girlay tongue DEEP into Bing's tiny robot throat, earning himself a half moan-half gag kind of sound. Spicy (?)

After making out for about 20 minutes, Bing and Bang's lips were swollen af. "I'm rock fuckin hard lil chickadee, wanna help me out here?" Bang asked. Bing went WILD he wrapped around Bang's schlong as he sucked and stroked him repeatedly getting moans and whines out of him.

Bing, not wanting to disappoint, simply sucked and stroked harder having no mercy. "Fuck lil dude, how are you so good at this" Bang whined. Finally, after a while Bang came in Bing's mouth, Bing being Bing, swallowed it. Bang flipped them over and SLAMMED into Bing pounding into him mercilessly.

Bang cried out unable to contain the immeasurable amount of pleasure he was feeling, it was other-worldly. Multiple rounds of Bang going absolutely ballistic on him shoving in and out with all his might and energy as he bit and sucked on Bing's thighs leaving hickeys and bite marks everywhere.

Soon enough Bang released his secret sauce inside of Bing as they both gasped for air. "I thought you were more laid-back Bang, not that I'm complaining, but wow- that was a surprise" Bing said breathlessly. "Well, it's my turn now" Bing spoke, and a split second later, positioning himself on top of Bang and lemme tell ya, all of Bing's hyper-ness was unleashed.

Bing was grinding on Bang as he let out groans and laid his head against the bed, letting Bing do all the work, and boy did he do a good job. The 20 minutes soon turned into hours of restless grinding, pounding, sucking, licking, kissing, and basically anything you could think of when it came to bed yoga.

Bing grabbed Bang's waist as he hopped up and down his disco stick, already panting. Bing cried out as tears pooled in his eyes, he was on cloud nine there was no place better than this.

Soon enough their bodies, the bed, and everywhere else was covered in CREAM. "Wow that was-" Bing started "Absolutely amazing lil dude" Bang finished for him as they cuddled up on the bed and finished their movie as the sun rose above the clouds.

Bing then decided he wanted to make this moment memorable and...

Picturesque, per say.

He ended things off with leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses along Bang's neck and sharp robot jawline, which he went absolutely crazy for, cuz GOD, Bing had never seen someone so godly with a godly jawline and a godly smorgasbord chode-a-licious dick.

And after all that, it still felt somehow surreal, and curiosity eventually got to him and made him start wondering, when did this all start? When did Bang catch feelings for such a tiny, yellow midget? How did he catch feelings?

"When did you find out you had feelings for me?" Bing asked his new fuckbuddy and potential future husband.

"Oh, long ago if I'm being honest little chickadee, long ago" Bang replied with a smile.

"Oh, b-but why me? Why did you choose me out of everyone you could ever have and have had? I'm really not that special..." Bing blurted.

This is the part where the character is in denial and everything is all soppy and shit even though they JUST FUCKED for like 2 hours straight, but the soppy, cringe ass character is all uwu and senpai and just doesn't want to believe it bcuz they're a little shit that don't know how to be grateful. And honestly, I personally hate those parts of stories cuz it usually just messes shit up and then the other character is just like, "Oh no, I guess I'll leave dem alone cuz it looks like dey don't like me :(", but I'm bored and character development exists and also I gotta add more content for this scrumptalicious book so you're welcome bitch (: <3

"S-so you're saying you didn't want for this to happen?" Bang asked, hurt by the way it had sounded to him, shards of glass shooting as his heavy heart (#poeticasf)

"N-no, it's just like... I think you deserve better, I'm not good enough for you-" Bing was interrupted by a pair of blue robot lips caressing his, and a feeling of unconditional passion and love arise in his body and Bang's.

"Listen little dude, I don't know what exactly you mean by that, but I..."

"I love you Bing, b-but if you don't feel the same way, I understand, and I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to" Bang sighed, trying to avoid all eye contact with Bing and fiddling with his fingers, a thing Bing went CRAZY for.

"I love you too Bang. I-It's not that I don't- It's just, ugh. I'm just horrible with words, but I do want this to happen and I do see our lives together, and I do see us having a home, a life, kids..." Bing blushed.

"Well, we can get started on that last one right now if you want..." Bang said, giving Bing a wink (;

And in all honesty, round two didn't sound so bad right about now...

And so they did, they fucked, licked, penetrated, smashed, screamed, creamed, panted, moaned, sucked, used their dongs, schlongs, sticks, dicks, chodes, loads, the whole deal.

And Bang did indeed give Bing something in return.

Potential herpes, and the cold he once had.

....

A/N

Whatup chickadees, (Beezy B here) I wrote this one mostly by myself, Jamal helped greatly with the smut part, but other than that, I randomly came up with this weird, random daydream I had while eating noodles. Stay tuned for future issues/updates chickadoodles :) Always look both ways before you cross the street and never eat yellow snow <3

-BeezyBee and Jamal Gripperton <3

[mossy-mushrooms]

The dark harvest

Part 19

The squeaking of shoes was loud, it rang in Ryu's ears. However he wasn't participating in volleyball, he still had his leg brace on.

He didn't mind as he just kept his eyes on Calista as she played. She had her hair up in a ponytail, it was a change and he liked it. It looked cute to him as it swayed around while she played.

The P.E. teacher however made it clear that he wasn't pleased about the fact that Ryu couldn't participate in the class. Throwing snide remarks as he yelled at the other teens–telling them what to do and to have more energy.

Ryu didn't care at all though, no no– his eyes were solely on Calista. But it did annoying him how touchy Mikey was with her as the two played.

He sighed and leaned back as he sat on the bleachers, there were some other people on the bleachers as well, mostly emo and goth teens who probably just didn't want to get out of they're elaborate belts. Ryu swore he would always hear the clanking of their keychains and charms before he sees them.

"Hey." He heard someone's breathy voice behind him. He looked over his shoulder before completely turning to look up at the emo teen on the bleachers one step above him.

"Hi?" He replied back.

"You new?"

"Not really. I've just been.. out of commission?" He shrugged as he looked back up at the emo guy. His eyes catching on the no doubt dyed black hair which was styled and sweeped to the side, his eyes wandered down to the graphic tee of some edgy red skeleton and moths?

"You gonna elaborate on that?"

"Tell me your name first man, then I'll spill"

"Ezekiel." Ryu raised an eyebrow at that

"A biblical name hm? I'm guessing your parents aren't too happy right now huh?"

His comment was slightly snarky but he couldn't help himself.

"Ugh yeah. Anyway spill"

Ryu stayed quiet and just pulled up his baggy pant leg to show the black metal leg brace.

He snickered slightly as he saw the Ezekiel grimace. "Fuck man. That's gnarly. The fuck did you do?"

Ryu let go of the pant leg as he tilted his head to the side "there was a break in soo I kinda.. hopped through a window"

"Was the window three stories high or something? Or are you just that clumsy?" The other teen jabbed at him.

Ryu's hands quickly found Ezekiel's untied yellow laces as he brought the combat clad foot between his thighs.

Ezekiel eyes widened as he saw what the other teen was doing. "Wha-"

"Come on now you can't be telling me I'm clumsy while walking around with untied laces" Ryu said as he tied the laces but he kept his eyes on Ezekiel the whole time. The shit eating grin on his face was almost infuriating if not for the fact that Ezekiel's whole face felt warm.

He didn't even realise that Ryu had let go of his foot until he spoke up again.

"So was my misfortune interesting enough or do you still view me as a... What do you call it again?.."

Ryu now had his hands on either side of where Ezekiel was sitting, and the emo could see the nasty scabs he also must've got from jumping out.

"C.. conformist" he finished Ryu's sentence.

And before he could even speak again Ryu pushed himself off and walked off the bleachers as the bell rang.

Ezekiel couldn't see the shit eating smirk he had on his face as he walked out of the gym.

....

"Why were you caging in that emo guy?" Calista asked Ryu as they walked down the hall. "Oh you saw that? Eh I just felt like confusing the guy" he shrugged.

"What? Dude that's so mean"

"Yeah but I kinda didn't have the patience to deal with a judgy emo sooo"

Ryu said as he looked down at her, her face was screwed into a slightly annoyed expression but it went away as she sighed.

"I guess I can understand that."

He pushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, she looked up at him as he did that. He had that damn smile on his face again.

"You should wear your hair up more. It suits you." His tone was softer, a lot softer than a minute prior.

She looked away as he said that, her face felt hot.

"Thank you.. I'll.... Consider it I guess"

She mumbled back a weak response as her hand instinctively went to her hair that was still up in a ponytail.

"Where's Mikey?" He asked her, still not taking his eyes off of her since he didn't mind if she wasn't looking at him.

"Uhm, he went ahead of us to see if Zane and Donomic have talked it out."

Ryu only hummed in response as they kept walking, eventually Calista was walking close behind him as the hall's got more crowded. He felt a ghost of a smile creep onto his face as he felt her hold onto his hoodie. God he would give it to her if she just asked for it now.

...

They both made it too the back of the school and they saw all three of them, Zane and Donomic were sitting on the grass together and they seemed to have been reading what was in Donomic's black notebook. And Mikey was, well he was leaning on wall as all three of them talked about something.

"Hey guys, everything okay?" Calista was the first to speak when they reached the trio.

Zane simply nodded as he looked up at the two of them.

"Yeah we're cool now"

Donomic chimed in as he leaned back, taking a sip of his soda.

"Are you drinking the same one from lunch??" Ryu's face was slightly bewildered.

"No I bought another one."

The younger teen was quiet for a moment before speaking up again. "I.. also don't think I like that either"

"Let the man drink" Mikey scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

"I thought you hated his guts just an hour ago."

"Yeah but I live to annoy you" Calista giggled slightly at Mikey's comment. Ryu looked like  a kicked puppy as he looked down at her.

"What??" She looked up at him, he looked like he was about to quiver his lip just because she found Mikey's comment mildly amusing.

"Nothing- nothing" he looked away as he faked a sniffle.

"Ryu- what- come onn" she put her hand on his arm gently, remembering the bandages under his baggy sleeves.

"No noo it's fineee" he wiped away a non existent tear.

The other three boys tried not to laugh as they watched Ryu and Calista.

"I swear to god. Stop it."

"I'll consider it if.."

"If what?"

Calista waited impatiently, she just wanted him to stop the bit. And maybe- to be able to look at his eyes again..

"If I get a kiss" he crossed his arms and kept looking away, however Calista could slightly see how the corners of his eyes were crinkled. The bastard was smiling.

"What??"

[xxskyethetiredemoxx]

Tw: mentions of suic1de and bullying

Tbh I've probably alluded to this before, but I just wanna rant about it, cause it was fucked up.

So, earlier this year, I was in this gc, with like 35 other people. I knew most of the people in it, but I only knew a few well. Anyway, some people there where absolutely fucking insane.

So for a bit of backstory, I tend to be a pretty confident, outspoken person, and I state my opinions about things, and about people, without caring much what people think about me — and a lot of people really don't like that about me (although a lot of other people do like that about me).

So a lot of people in that gc didn't like me much, and would try and annoy me as much as possible, and accuse me of ridiculous things (they accused me of saying the n word so much that I could actually dm it to someone, and no one would believe them that I'd said it, and would think that it was another person stealing my pfp and saying it).

Anyway, the main story centres around this one guy, I'll call him H. Some other people were involved, M (who would usually be involved), L (who often loved to annoy me), and E (who I'd had one argument with in the past and had barely spoken to her in my life). H didn't like me, I didn't like him. M was his friend, also didn't like me much, I didn't like him much, but neither of us were ridiculously rude about it on a frequent basis. L seemed to act neutrally to me a lot, liked to annoy me, but I'd had some funny conversations with him. He was involved in the argument with E as well. I don't have much to say about E except that she seemed like a pick me, she wouldn't care about me until the guys started harassing me, at which point she'd immediately take their side, despite not knowing me.

So one day, I changed my pfp from a drawing I'd made to a picture of myself. That was actually really hard for me to do, and I expected someone to say something negative about it. H decided to tag me in the gc and tell me to change my pfp.

I replied to him, asking why he's so obsessed with me that he cares, and he said that he wanted to "saved people from that monstrosity". This was abt when M came in, and started "commentating" (pretty much encouraging H, but in a way where he can avoid responsibility or accountability).

H and I went back and forth for a bit (I told him a could draw him with my left hand and it'd still look better than him, cause if he's gonna insult me, idgaf about insulting him more). L joined in, and was basically kissing H's ass, being like "you're so cool and funny and original and blah blah" (not what he said, just the vibes I got). E joined in, tried to aggravate a reaction from me for no reason.

When I told H to get a life, he told me to lose mine, pretty please. When I responded to smth he said with 🤓, he went on a rant about people using that emoji so much, and oh I must be at a loss for words, and etc etc. I asked him why I should waste my energy on him, he said he doesn't know, and why don't I save that energy and go use it by jumping. And everyone was praising him for being so clever and original (and telling me to end my life, and yk being so original by recycling the same insults over and over again, and telling me to end my life over and over again) and saying I'd lost and he's so great at winning arguments. I just told them all to get lives, and they started using the basic insults that boil down to "ew cringe emo" that have been around since before any of them were born. Yes, so original.

Yeah, I left that gc, and blocked those people. It was honestly exhausting seeing texts from it every day etc. I just wanted to rant a bit about it. Mostly when it's brought up now, it's cause I'm laughing about how H was weirdly obsessed with me, and how if he hated me so much, he should've just not talked to me.

[skynetgilesbie]

Chapter 42: The Black Parade

Note from ChatGPT user: This is the longest chapter so far, and I had real trouble getting the chat to do the whole thing without creating it's own ending, or just not fixing the end.

Author's Note: Oh my god, the new book is coming out really soon. I can't wait!!! I think that Snape will be really the same person as Voldemort because they are both half-blood, so that will explain why he killed Dumbledore and he hated Harry. Then Harry will have to commit suicide so Voldemort will die because he will really be a horcrux! Oh my god, I hope Draco and Harry get together. That will be so sexy, won't it? If they don't, then JKR is homophobic. Thanks for the help with facts, Medusa, you rock!

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I sat in Dumbledore's office with Hedwig, Satan, James, Sirius, Snape, and Lucius. Dumbledore was sitting in front of us. He looked younger than he did in the future. He had taken the iPod away and was now listening to a Avril Levine song.

"What the hell is this anyway?" he cackled meanly. I hoped he didn't find out that I was from another time.

"Whatever you do, don't blame Ebony, you jerk," Satan said.

"Yeah, seriously, she was trying to get Satan and Hedwig back together," Sirius said defensively.

"Be quiet, you Satanists," Dumbledore chuckled. "If you're lucky, I'll probably send you all to Azkaban. That will teach you to copulate in the Great Hall." He changed the song on the iPod to an *NSYNC song. Suddenly, I noticed something strange about the iPod. It was slowly changing! Dumbledore didn't notice.

"You fucking poser," I muttered.

"I bet you've never heard of Good Charlotte," James said. Now I knew what the iPod was changing into—it was Morty McFly's time machine!

"Shut up, James!" Draco's dad shouted.

"Yeah, shut up!" Snape said in a preppy tone.

"No, you shut up, Dumbledore!" said Tom.

"I've had enough of you Satanists in my school!" shouted Dumbledore angrily.

Suddenly, I grabbed the iPod from him. "Everyone, jump in before it's too late!" I jumped into it, but only one other person jumped in. It was...Satan.

"You dunderheads!" screamed Dumbledore wisely as we went.

I looked around. I was in the Slytherin common room with Satan. I was wearing a black plaid miniskirt with hot pink fishnets, a sexy black MCR corset, and black stiletto boots with pink pentagrams on them. My earrings were black Satanist signs, and my raven hair was all around me to my mid-back.

"Hey, cool, where is this?" he asked in an emo voice.

"This is the future. Dumbledore's iPod that he tried to take away from me was really a time machine," I told him.

"Cool, what's an iPod?" he whimpered.

"It's something you use to listen to music," I explained.

"Oh my god, cool. Wait, what's a four-letter word for dirt?" he asked in his sexy voice.

"Um, I guess sand?" I replied, confused.

"Yeah, I was just trying to make sure you were still the same person," he triumphantly giggled.

Suddenly, some of my friends walked in.

"OMG, you're fucking alive!" said Ginny, wearing a black leather jacket, black baggy pants, and a gothic black From First to Last shirt. I explained to her why I was alive.

"Konichiwa, bitch," said Willow. She was wearing a black corset showing off her boobs with lace all around it and red stripes on it. With it, she was wearing a black leather miniskirt, big black boots, white foundation, black eyeliner, red eyeshadow, and black lipstick.

"Hey, motherfucker," said Diabolo with his red hair. He was wearing a black Panic! At The Disco t-shirt and black baggy pants.

"Hey, who's that, Ebony?" Bloody Mary questioned as she walked in wearing a black t-shirt with a red pentagram on it with lace at the bottom, red leather pants with black lace, and black stilettos.

"Oh, it's Satan," I told her, and she nodded, knowing the truth.

Suddenly, Satan started to cry.

"Are you okay, Satan?" we asked concernedly.

"OMFG, you're from the future! What if you don't like me anymore because we're from different times?" he asked.

"No, I still like you," I said sexily to him.

"Okay," he said reassuredly. I let him listen to "Teenagers" by MCR on my iPod while I was about to go outside to find out some things. I gave Diabolo a signal to keep Satan occupied. Satan fell asleep. I took the iPod. I was about to walk outside when Professor Sinister ran in. She was wearing a gothic black mini-dress with depressing black stripes, white and black striped tights, and red Converse shoes. She was wearing lots of black eyeliner.

"Oh my fucking god, where's Draco? How did Snape get back here? I thought he was in Azkaban," I asked sadly.

"Ebony, I was so worried about you, but I know you can't fucking die because you're a vampire. Snape came back because that girl Britney freed him. I never liked her; she was a bad student," Professor Sinister said reassuringly.

"That bitch! Did she also free Hagrid and Lupin?" I shouted angrily. I hated Britney because she was a fucking prep.

"Yes, they are on the loose at this school. Dumbledore is back, and Cornelia is on her way to help everyone. Tell everyone you see to lock themselves in their common rooms!" Professor Sinister said worriedly.

"Okay, but where's Draco? How come he was doing it with Snape?" I asked.

"I don't know why, but I know he almost tried to commit suicide after he saw you almost kill yourself," she said.

"OMG, that's terrible!" I gasped. Satan was still asleep, so he couldn't tell what was going on. Then I said, "Listen, everyone, I have something important to do. Everyone, stay!" With that, I ran out.

"Good luck, Tara!" everyone cried.

I ran sexily down the stairs into the Great Hall while the portraits around looked at me fearfully. There was hardly anyone else on the stairs, and there was an atmosphere of horror. On the way, I saw Britney laughing on the stairs. She was wearing a slutty pink shirt with flowers on it, a blue jean skirt from Abercrombie, and pink stilettos. She looked just like a combination of those fucking preps Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan.

"You fucking bitch!" I shouted angrily.

"No, you're totally a bitch. Now Voldemort will totally kill you!" she laughed.

"Crucio!" I shouted, pointing my black wand, and she started screaming as she was being tortured. I laughed sadistically.

"No! Help me! Please!" Britney screamed in terror.

I put up my middle finger at her. In her hand, I saw the video camera Snape and Lupin had used to take the video of me. I put the tape of Voldemort doing it with Hedwig onto it. Then I continued to run down the stairs with the camera. When I had reached the Great Hall, I saw Vampire Potter.

"OMG, Vampire!" I yelled.

We hugged each other happily. He looked at me with his gothic red eyes and spiky black hair. Around them were black eyeliner and eyeshadow. He was wearing a black leather jacket, leather pants, a Panic! At The Disco concert shirt, and black Converse shoes. He looked more like Joel from Good Charlotte than ever.

"I was so worried you died!" moaned Vampire.

"I know, but I'm a vampire, lol. When I woke up, I was back in 1980, so anyway, I brought Voldemort from when he was young with me."

"Where's Draco?" I asked worriedly.

"Draco? You mean that fucking poser who betrayed you?" Vampire snarled angrily.

"I know, but we have to find him," I said smartly.

"I'll do it then," Harry said angstily.

"Okay," I agreed. Suddenly, all the lights in the room went out. And then... the Dark Mark appeared.

"Oh my fucking Satan!" Harry shouted.

"I think Voldemort has arrived," I said anxiously. "Fuck, I have to find Draco! I guess we should separate."

"Okay," Vampire said, disappearing. Sadly, I ran into the Great Hall.

[noxtivagus]

MY IRLS ARE CALLING ME EMO AGAIN 🥹

[writtenonreceipts]

Can you do number 5 for the Christmas prompt thing? Feysand please. I'll leave it to you to decide which one is the 'princess' character and who is the emo one

Fluffy, pretty, ‘princess’ character meets emo, grunge, moody character at a trashy christmas party and accidentally (drunkenly) makes them fall for them.

hopefully this helps make up for that angsty drabble i did earlier for feysand...

otp christmas prompts here

...

Snow flurries kept pouring down from the sky all through the week leading up to Christmas.  It left an impression of a Winter Wonderland all through Valeris.  Truly, it could have been a postcard image.

As Christmas Eve came closer and closer, Rhysand realized that he had to go to the party that his cousin was hosting.  Last minute.  With promise of booze and boobs.  At least, that’s what she had assured him personally.  Though, Rhys wouldn’t have been surprised if that incentive had gone out on the general invitation.

Rhys straightened the lapels of his suit.  The two thousand dollar ensemble was not what he’d planned on wearing tonight, but he’d ended up staying late after a meeting at the law firm.  So now he was an hour late to Mor’s house with a bottle of her favorite wine when he realized his mistake.

Mor didn’t do Christmas.  She didn’t do holidays.  Didn’t do fancy get togethers.  Didn’t care about appearances at this time of the year.

So as Cardi B poured from Mor’s single story home, Rhys realized this was a mistake.  Unfortunately Cassian was already standing on the front porch, beer in hand, waiting for him.

“Dude,” Cassian called, “you’re late!”

“Had to work,” Rhys replied as he came up the walk. “And you’re already drunk aren’t you?”

“Hells yeah,” Cassian said, “it’s Christmas.”

“I am aware,” Rhys said mildly.  His brother grinned and led the way back into the house.

Music continued to pour through speakers and half-assed decorations were strewn about, but it was nothing as Mor could usually do.  Oh, this was a mistake.

He entered the house and tried to find Mor, but his cousin was nowhere to be seen in a sea of people Rhys didn’t recognize.  He would have turned right back around if Cassian hadn’t been right behind him ushering him further into the house.

Sighing, Rhys went to the kitchen--recently remodeled and the real reason for Mor wanting to have people over.  He set the wine bottle on the counter and was going to fix himself a cocktail when a small form bumped into him.

He looked over as a young woman with long, golden hair and a lean face grabbed the bottle he’d just deposited to the counter.  She wore a long black cardigan over a plain gray tank top and a pair of distressed black jeans.  And when she looked him dead in the eye she popped the cork out of the wine bottle.

“Well look who decided to dress up,” she crooned.  Her low voice was smooth and easy to listen to.  She looked Rhys over and licked her lips before taking a long gulp straight from the wine bottle.

“That’s what people generally do for parties,” Rhys said.  The young woman offered a sardonic sort of smile as she licked wine from her lips.

“Sure,” she drawled, “arrogant asses.”

Rhysand stared at her as she smirked.  Who the hell--?  This woman was someone Rhys had never met and he knew most, if not all, of Mor’s friends.  But this woman with her large blue eyes, smudged makeup around the eyes, and general grunge style of clothes seemed so far from who Mor usually associated with.

And he meant nothing by it--in fact there was something different about this woman, something that had him lingering at her side.

“Hell, I wanted to prepare the two of you for each other.” Mor appeared at Rhys’ side, pulling him into a side hug.  She smirked at him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “You hate these parties and Feyre is always a delight to be around.”

“Screw you, bitch,” Feyre said as she took another long drink of wine.

“Right,” Rhysand began, “I brought you wine, but as you can see...”

“You never told me your cousin was such an ass, Mor,” Feyre said as gave Rhys a long look.  Her pale skin had a gentle flush to it from the alcohol, but she reamained steady and alert.

“It’s because he is such an ass,” Mor cackled.  She punched Rhys in the arm as he scowled. “Rhysand, meet my best friend Feyre.  She broke Eris’ nose last week.”

Feyre chuckled and stood a bit straighter, obivously proud of herself.  Rhys remembered the phone call he had gotten from Mor that let to his invite tonight.  Mor had been at the local bar with Amren when Eris Vanserra had shown up.  The man--cruel and far too much like his father--had tried to pick Mor up at the bar and then said something about Mor’s sexual preferences.  The situation only deescalated by someone clocking Eris across his smug face.  What Rhys newly learned was that this small bit of a woman--Feyre--had one hell of a hook.

“Worth it,” Feyre said.  She handed the wine over to Mor who took a drink.

“The only right way to defend my honor,” Mor replied.  She winked at Rhys obviously trying to tell him something that he didn’t bother picking up.  “Please get to know each other.  I’d love for Feyre to give you a black eye next, Rhys.”

“Always a pleasure, Mor,” he drawled.

As Feyre took the wine back she continued to look Rhys over.  Mor disappeared again, Emerie had made an appearance.

“Seriously,” Feyre said, “your suit is worth more than my car.  Don’t you own a pair of sweatpants or something?”

“Sure,” he replied, “for the house.”

That response didn’t seem to be satisfactory.

“You’re very strange,” Feyre said.  She then hopped up onto the kitchen counter, disrupting a few of the half empty bottles of booze.  Her black combat boots had scuffs and miss-matched laces.

“Stranger is the fact that no ones ever said that to me before.”

“Oh they just don’t want to say it to your face.”

Rhys laughed at that, he couldn’t help it.  This woman was certainly different from anyone else he’d knew.  She smiled, bright and happy and utterly captivating.  And he’d not be exaggerating by saying it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

And as the strange, drunken, misshapen Christmas party continued around them--Rhys decided that his place here tucked away in the kitchen was right where he belonged.

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[insomnishnik]

pairing : obsessive! dom eren x god complex reader *wink* *wonk*

rating : smut, 18+, fluff, crack (?)

wc : 53k

cw : degradation, choking, semi public sex, art student! eren, cockwarming, pussy spanking, mention of bruises and injuries, breeding kink ish, obsessive behavior, stalking, borderline yandere 😁 also pliz I'm new so if this bad lemme know

summary : at the very end of graduation, it's time to say goodbye, college is over, now off to the real world. But before the farewell, you as the student president arrange the one last time after party as a sweet goodbye message, little do you know eren have other plan.

“DO WE HAVE TO?” you murmured as Hitch pushed your back while both of stepping inside of a coffee shop. Fragrance of coffee bean, vanilla air freshener wafted to your nose, the comforting wooden minimalist arabica design greeted your eyes for its pleasing aesthetic scenery.

"Yes, we have to i mean how bad could it be?" she grinned, pulling your arm to her clutches while both of you scoured inside, "besides, the past must stay as the past, it was just a silly president election it's not like he would hold grudges against you for getting elected," she continued, referring to the big college event far ago before the senior year. 

That one time when you and Eren Jaeger applied to be the student council president, and like how history spoke, the winner rejoiced, and nobody really care about what happens next to the loser. It was a though fight, you were quite determined to take that core position with your persona, you believed that you could bring greater goods for the community, and you DID do good, but Eren fought back passionately, and you remembered you could see fire in his eyes during his speech at the debate election, he may not smart but he's clever, maybe a little aggressive but hell does he moved so many people's heart, you remembered when he was standing tall and brave on that podium while his sea green eyes glued the room together, the intimacy that is fiery and optimistic, but as the whole world know destiny said otherwise, without your own anticipation 

you won. 

And since then your reign begun. You rule well, you made plenty achievements as student president and you never been so proud of yourself, since then you never lose your dedication for your people, and the feel of being a victor, and oh how you loved the feel of being powerful. 

You and Hitch walked upstairs to the second loft of the coffee shop after you both ordered the drinks you wanted, "I dunno Hitch, i don't think that this is a good idea," you mumbled to the girl next to you, while you scratching the back of your ear, "when Armin said not to mess with Eren i think he meant it."

Sure you were delighted with your victory, but you still couldn't help yourself to feel bad for Eren, there's this strange tingle of guilt vine your stomach when you, the possessor approached your ex rival far a month ago, he gave you this bitter dirty look as you waved him a polite good morning, then he stormed off without a single word, you felt like he was prestige to look into your eyes since then. 

"And when i said he was a wuss, and a man child for going all off emo after that election i also meant it," Hitch rolled her eyes, she pat your back as a reassurance before you two finally found the person you've been looking for, almost unrecognizable from the last time you guys bumped to each other, for a moment your eyes widened to the now Eren Jaeger.

 There he was sitting all pretty at the smoking area, his hair was pulled onto a messy bun with a few loose strands on his nape, he was far more built than the boy you used to know, his bushy eyebrows looking furrowed to a sketchbook, the charcoal pencil he's holding dances on top of it. He was styled in a thin knitted black long sleeve top that hugged his muscular body tightly, army green cargo pants, and combat boots — you know, those kind of boots you wear to a rock concert just to kick someone — his rolled sleeves, revealing his veiny arms that covered with tattoos. His long legs is stretched to the chair next to him while he is leaning against the wall. 

Hitch glanced at you, she cackled noticing you googling at Eren, she pulled you by your wrist approaching the brunet, "you'll be fine," she snickered, while you could only let out a soft sigh, here goes nothing. 

Hitch signal her presence to Eren with a light cough, a small thud hit the surface of his sketchbook after he dropped his pencil. His gaze shifts to both of you who were standing by his side, he raised his left brow when his eyes met yours, you stared back at Eren and he outstared you blankly, "Jaeger," you hesitated. 

About time you finally came to me.

"Y/N," he replied, calling you by your first name. His expression never change, they're rather cold, unimpressed, he studied both of you, then back to you, he lift his chin up as he locked his eyes on you, "you brought a friend." Intruder, he finally said after a brief silence, Eren closed his sketchbook and then cracked his knuckles, Hitch pulled you, taking a seat in front of Eren. 

"Now let's skip the chit chat, because by the way Eren, you smells musty," Hitch waved her hand in front of her face, she's not wrong though, he smells like tobacco and axe body spray. Furthermore when Hitch explained the reasons of hers and yours arrival to Eren, his gaze never really left you, sometimes he would spare Hitch small glances and nods as confirmation of himself still listening, but his attention was on you. 

And you willingly stares back, you still couldn't read his expression, they're as calm as the morning blue sky, they're just so empty it sucks you in, maybe it's the blunt hatred and envy from him for your presidential position, or maybe it was something else, you even almost think that you two are basically eye fucking each other. 

You extended him the proposal and the selected material details to him, it's almost graduation, and you're running out of time to find someone who could make an exclusive design for the jackets you are planning to make as a gift for the after party event. The other councilor members and you also haven't decide the theme yet, it has to be perfect. Your last hope is Eren, the fine arts student all the girls in school droll over, even though his charisma was slightly dimmed after his loss at the election, he still got his charm, and you really prayed to Goddess Fortuna because you don't want to risk looking for someone else to customize this specific special item and just to get disappoint by the erratic result, at least when Eren agree to take the work, someone could watch over.

"No fucking way," Eren let out a smug chortled, "the president needs my help," he added in a sneering tone. Cute. 

"So you agree or not Eren," you try to suppress your nerve, and you really try not to punch his cocky face, the way he throw his head back a little so he gave you this kind of kubrick stare, gazing into your soul as if he wants to eat you alive, and just like they said, if looks could kill, you're probably be ripped apart by now. 

"What if i say no?" he continued, tapping his boot's toe on the wooden floor. 

"You'll waste your talent," you gift a thin smile that hides a very big urge to stab him repeatedly. 

Eren chuckled, he looked away towards the window before he lean forward to you, "What happen to the other art students, L/N? Did they finally acknowledge your overly perfectionist bossy self or what?" 

"And what about it?" you argued, leaning to his face, he wanted to humiliate you, he wanted you to get on your knees and beg, but you still have your dignity. 

"Uh, what is this," Hitch hesitated, "i am highly uncomfortable with the atmosphere we created in this room," what's with the eye fucking? Hitch thought, she felt like she's interrupting a really heated make out session but instead of kissing it was exchanging pure hatred, Hitch nudged you by your elbow, giving you a look. 

You gritted your teeth and pursed your lips together, leaning closer to Eren's face, "Alright, if this is about that stupid president election we had together grow up Eren! The world doesn't evolve in your stupid drama queen head, so please since i'm asking you nicely before i could fu-" You stopped your bust as a waitress came over with the drinks you ordered earlier, you glared angrily at Eren as you caught a tug of amused smirk at the corner of his lips, it was the fact that you desperately needs his help but still play all bitchy, he found it funny. 

Sure you have your dignity, and he is willing to destroy it just because he can.

After the waitress left, you tasted your fresh latte angrily, making Eren chuckled under his husky breath, while on the other side Hitch is silently witnessing the tense between you two. 

"Fine," Eren broke the silence after a few minutes since the waitress left, "i'll take the work." he sat up, you nodded and watched as that key necklace of his dangling out from his collar, and when your eyes laid on the toned chest that peaking under his shirt, you gulped your saliva and quickly looked away, "good, thank you for your understanding."

You clasps your hands together and you could hear Hitch's faint sigh of relief, "great so now i think we have our deal, you know Professor Levi's tea shop right? tomorrow we're doing a gathering, be there before 8, and if-" 

who says that i'm finished doll? Eren tug another smirk, "but with some condition."

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"For real? No party organizer available until next January?" you groaned in frustration, frantically flipping through pages of your journal, Hitch and Armin walks by your side to the long table area.

Chaos. 

Chaos everywhere, you feel like your head is going to explode, your blood boils, and there's this uncomfortable anxiety under your skin, crippling under you and devouring you slowly. You've been overworked yourself the entire night after your meeting with Eren, you were brainstorming for your graduation speech, activity recap, and of course other ornaments for the very last project you're having in your senior year, you cried for three hours while listening to montgomery ricky then cried again over the document you accidentally deleted. 

You're exhausted.

Mentally and physically, you woke up with puffy eyes and wrecked brain, but you knew that everything must go on, and no, you won't back down, everything has to be perfect, 

It has to be perfect. 

Hitch pouted as she watches you typing on your laptop, she snakes her arms around your waist and leaned her head against your shoulder, watching you making some kind of budget recap, "sweetie you should rest and lay down." She spoke with a soft smile. 

You pursed your lips together before you leaned your head on top of hers, not leaving your eyes from your laptop, "thanks Hitch, but i'm alright, i'll just finish this and i'll take a break for a bit." You just can't really trust anything without yourself being under control or watching over, you're afraid that everything would astray far from your definition of 'perfection,' this empire you've been building, and this is your last legacy the next generation will remember, and you wanted it to be remarkable. 

"No dumbass, the last catering service was too expensive and apparently our university was filled with cheapskates." argued a voice from across the room.

"Well we have no choice???" other voice argued back, "Or we can rely on your very bad cooking skill Kirstein, just pray nobody's gonna die from food poisoning." 

You huffed at the sight of Ymir and Jean who was sitting face to face on the floor, both are on their phone scrolling on google, you looked around and found Sasha, Marco and Connie, chatting across you, and you looked over to the three people next to you, your vice president Hitch, your treasurer Armin, and your secretary Mikasa. You couldn't help yourself but smiling at your team, they works so well. 

Then you frowned as your realized something, "Have Eren-" 

A short blonde girl with a tray of drinks and snacks entered the room, "Y'all snack time!" she called out with a large grin on her face.

Ymir's face lit up as she walked up to her girlfriend, Sasha sprinted towards Historia, going feral over food as usual. 

"Ugh finally," you chuckled to Jean's mumble. Soon, half of the room crowded the blonde girl, reaching for snacks and drinks, your eyes fixated as you slowly notice the presence of the familiar sea green eyes, you watches as Eren strolls inside of the meeting room, he yawned before he took a seat on Hitch's place, your frowned slightly, "excuse you?" 

"Excuse me?" he replied, plastering that damn cocky smile, he looked to you up and down, definitely mocking you under his degrading gaze, dammit y/n did you overworked yourself?

"Well have you look at yourself, President." he snickered, suddenly a sketch design laid in front of you, you shift your eyes to Eren, before you took the papers on your hands. Soft grazes of colored pencil and ink, the art was delicate yet firm, "what is this?" you asked dumbly to the design of two bomber jackets, each of the jackets has their own scrawled side notes of the color details, embroidery, and even fabric material.

"Both jacket will be make from satin, no argument, satin," Eren spoke, he pointed his polished finger nail to the design, "the girls will have the yellow one, the boys will take the red, it'll have our Uni symbol and our number," he explained, "should be ready as soon as possible," Eren watches you closely, waiting for you to say something. Part of him.....just wants you to react, just anything, just any reaction exclusively for him. 

You blinked slowly, wow. Honestly it's beautiful, looks like it was Harajuku style inspired, you can't wait to touch the final craft, you glanced at Eren, "thank you," you spoke finally, "it's really beautiful."

I'm glad you like it. "Of course it's beautiful, i made it," he replied with a smug face, he cracked his knuckles then tapped his fingers to the wooden table, "now now, what do we have here." 

It was part of Eren's condition. One, he wanted to be fully involved in the graduation ceremony prep and the after party. Two, most importantly nobody touch his creation while he have full control of it, you reluctantly gave him the responsiblity to handle the venue decoration and the theme, most of the people in your team weren't really pleased with that decision, but like you all have time to think? But after considering it, you felt like it would be good idea to have extra hands helping. 

Anything,

To reach the absolute perfection.

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"I'm so glad, that this is almost over, because i could not bear drinking another monster and espresso or i might get caffeine intoxication," you grinned as you earned chuckles through the dinner table, it was all paid off, and the grand event was right in front of your eyes, you could already imagine yourself standing on that podium, delivering your grand speech, high and god like.

But now, celebration first. 

The admiration looks from your team and the last year student council team — who decided to join for the gig — feeds your ego, there's Zeke, Nicolo, Reiner, Pieck and her girlfriend Yelena, Porco and Bertholdt. Your friends really look up to you, from the day you earned your position, they knew they could count on you. "Thank you, thank you for all of the hard works this season, i would never ask for a better team, you guys are the best that i could ever wished for," you grinned and picked up the can of beer from the table, everybody raises their drinks, and you looked at the edge of the table, where your graduated senior, Zeke Jaeger sitting down, giving you a proud look, he was a student president before you, "this is for everyone, our community has never been this great, because you all dedicated your hearts." As you cheers together, you looked around, something is missing, you can feel it, yet you can't find any solid answer for that feeling. 

It was a simple outdoor Korean barbecue party in your house's backyard, after all done, you wanted nothing but to treat your friends, because that's what they deserved for serving you right. It was returning favor, while waiting for the meat to be cook perfectly by your senior Nicolo, you sat besides Mikasa as you both chats, while Armin was next to her, busy with his phone. In the distance, chaotic guitar strums and jams from drunk Connie and Jean cracking the air together with everyone that hyping them up. You pressed your chin against Mikasa's shoulder while both of you giggling over a twitter thread. 

"Eren said he's coming over," Armin announced to both of you, he looked down to his phone and let out a heavy sigh. 

So that was the missing piece. 

"Why's the sigh?" you asked Armin.

Armin hesitated, he looked around everywhere that isn't you, he rubbed his hand through his undercut, it feels like watching someone having a very conflicted mind war with themself, he then finally impaled you with a mixed expression, "Y/N," he started, "i don't know how to say this but....." He glanced over at Mikasa, and you followed him. 

The dark haired girl rather gave him a surprised expression, a some kind of you did not! look. You exchanged the utterly confusion to both of them, Mikasa nodded slowly, "She needs to know, Armin." 

"I need to know what?" 

"What are you guys talking about?" you turned around and sees Eren standing right in front of you, bruised up and bleeding, his knuckles was fucked in a shade of dark red and purple, strands of hair falling in front of his face, Mikasa quickly stood up, "Eren did you—"

"Yes i did," he shot her a cold glare, you could see from the corner of your eyes that Zeke started to approaching, Eren's eyes then finally found Armin, who's looking scared and nervous more than ever, "tell me, what's the interesting story Armin?" his tone was striking and icy, under his husky voice, you could track hints of slurs because of alcohol. 

Armin went quiet, he gripped his knuckles, what is this? something must happened and you didn't know, and you hated that. You hated when things was out of your reach. "It's okay Eren, you should check your wounds, they look pretty bad," Armin swallowed, his words came out more threatening than he anticipated. 

"No, no, no, i wanted to know what you gonna say to Y/N," Eren moves closer to Armin, "you are not trying to tell her anything bad about me right?" 

They looked like they're ready to throw hands, but Zeke was already slips between them, holding the both boys's chests with his flat palms, "come on now guys, let's not." he hesitated.

"No, let's." Eren insisted, he slapped his brother's hand, you quickly pulled him down by his arm, he flinched when he felt your touch, Eren glance at you, and for a split second his eyes went soft, it was that soft that you felt nothing but pure affection from his sea green eyes, then something took over his body, he suddenly pulled you by your collar, lifting you up, moving your face closer to his.

His eyes were bloodshot, you squeezed his wrists while kicking your feet on the air, "you," he growled, his warm breath smells like alcohol, you blinked slowly, scanning Eren's animalistic glare, but there is no hate in his eyes, you found yourself trying to look for it but there it none, instead there's this raging desire, he looked at you like you were his prey, "Eren-" you choked, for the first time, you feel powerless.

"I hate you," he hissed, but all you could sense was lie, his mortal fingers squeezing you so deadly but you feel the comfort of it, the bizarrely embracing lust, and his existence blurs all the noises around you, just you and Eren Jaeger. "you took everything from you," he continued, "i woke up everyday wishing you dead." 

You knitted your eyebrows, and you feel your godly ichor rushes back through your veins, a disgusted smirk appeared on your face, belittling him for lying, "liar." 

Then huge arms pulled Eren from you, tackling him to the ground, Mikasa caught you before you hit the ground, Hitch stepped in front of you, shielding you from Eren who was struggling under Zeke, "Eren what the hell!" she shouted. Mikasa helped you up and pulled you close to her chest, "Y/N are you okay?" she sounded so scared, questions and assumptions popping in your head about what happens between Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. You looked up, finding Reiner helping Zeke restraining his own brother. You knew a minute ago that guy attacked you, but seeing Eren in that position just feels so wrong, you never thought you'll get drew by a guy like Eren Jaeger, but here you are finding yourself shoving aside your pride while approaching the two blonds. You put your hand on Zeke's shoulder, squeezing them gently, "it's okay," your delicate tone shocks him, "let him go Zeke." 

You could feel everyone giving you a jaw drop, but when all eyes on you, you find yourself only looking at Eren. 

After a tense moment, Zeke and Reiner finally let go of the brunet, you pulled Eren up then you put the tip of your fingers to his chin, examining his wounds, he scoffed and avoided your eyes, dropping his eyes to the ground. "Let's get that clean up," you mumbled and dragged him by his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Leaving everyone in a ambiguous silence. 

"Why are they leaving? the wagyu is ready."

You walked upstairs to your room, no words exchange both of you before you finally entered the bathroom with Eren, you let go of his hand, your heartbeat strangely skipping inside your chest, while you were searching for the medicine kit in the cabinet, when you finally turn around, you found Eren already sitting on the toilet seat, you kneeled down in front of him and you opened the medicine kit, you pulled a towel from the drawer and stood up, wetting it in the sink, "what happen?" you finally spoke. 

Eren let out a deep chuckle, he wiped his bloody nose with his thumb then wiped it off on his jeans, gross. "Why do you care," he asserted. 

You rolled your eyes and kneeled back in front of him, with dripping wet cloth on your right hand, "please you stormed on me, lifted me up and looked at me like you wanted fuck me against the table while also wanted to burn me alive at the same time." you gave him a judging look. You took his hands, and then slowly pressed the dampen cloth on his bloody knuckles, he didn't flinch, Eren remained silence while he watches you. You could feel his smirk while you were treating his wounds. "Have i told you how hideous you look tonight?" he asked quietly. 

"No, tell me." 

Eren then moved his left hand away from you, extending them, he caressed his thumb on your cheekbone, made you froze, his hand then traveled to your ear, it tugged your hair behind them, "i cannot." He whispered softly. 

You looked up, and put the now reddish cloth on the floor, you moved closer to the burnet in front of you, you intertwined your fingers with his once again, the tense on his shoulders visibly relax while his pupils widened to the presence of you, "now would you tell me what happen?" your voice sweetened, melodic in his ear, and it seems like he's lured enough by it. 

Eren huffed a chuckle, he looked down to both of your hands, "Had a fight with Pops," he shrugged, "took the anger on the wall." You moved closer to his face, close enough to smell the liquor in his breath. Eren stared at you, he never imagine he would have the blessing to be this close with you, he was always watching you from afar. Those interrogation towards Armin regarding you, questions after questions on your personal life, forcing Armin to dug deeper and helped Eren fulfilling his needs on you, he'd followed you after school, to your favorite coffee shop, your home so he'll know your address, to where ever he could reach you, man... he'll go after you to the edge of the world if that's where you're heading. 

"Do you still hate me?" you asked, and to be honest the question kind of scares you, because after these past few weeks of spending more time with Eren Jaeger, you finally caught in his fire, his flaming intimacy you thought was long gone, and you also surprises yourself for not getting pissed off by the feeling, because it makes you feel vulnerable. 

Eren grazes his thumb on your jaw as if you were made of glass, he kneeled down to the floor with you, so you both could be equal, no high ground. "The truth is my darling, i never was," he confirmed, "after you won that election it was my last straw because from the first time i laid my eyes on you, Love.... You have bewitched me body and soul," he's been watching over you from the distance and you still as pathetic as he could remember, maybe it's the way you stole glances at him, the way you would secretly checking him out but little did you know that he notices everything, he's been reading you like an open book without having to flip through every pages, because you already spread open for him, "you have became the very thing that is out of my reach, Love. And for i have fancy you, and you'll be mine not just in my mind but fully," and he is itching to taste you. His warmth envelopes you to a sense of safety, he trails his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you melt like a candle on fire. Right above you stand an entity greater than yourself, the essence of mystery that fold itself in front of you, and with the universe speak between you, everything is a clarity. 

And you, you don't get it, you thought it was all envy to the position you have, and for the first time, you crave something other than power, "Did you just quoted Pride and Prejudice for me, Jaeger?" you snakes your arms around his neck while his growing bulge strokes on your clothed cunt, the rough material of his jeans made your arousal grow thicker, "my, my, my i used to think that you were just a pretty face with zero common sense," you teased, nuzzling your nose against him. 

His husky chuckle vibrates against your skin, without warning he pushes you up against the wall and you immediately jumped onto his waist with your legs, you gasped as your back hit the cold surface, Eren kneading your butt cheeks as he was holding you up, his chest pressed on yours, warm breath mixes together, "ouch, did you just call me dumb?" you snickered, Eren tilts his head before he smirked, "maybe we could be equally dumb after i make you babble nonsense with my cock." His mouth devouring yours feverishly. Frantic gestures rid you and him of clothes on your body, while you helped Eren unbuckling his belt, his teeth grazes yours, tongues fighting for dominance with each other, he latched his lips onto yours, hungry for more taste, you started to sucking his bottom lip while Eren savor your taste, he pushes more for a deeper kiss, his hand fondling your clothed boob, then it slipped under them, as he found your stiffened nipple, you felt his smirk between your kiss, and a moan escaped from your lips, they're already swollen and you knew you needed air soon, but without your realizing, you already breath through his air through the kiss. 

You unhooked your bra while Eren pressed you harder against the wall, his cock was already free from his jeans and boxer, his beautiful tip was coated in precum, when you finally exposed your breasts in front of him, the animalistic side possessed him back, Eren kneads your breasts greedily causing you to mewl, shivers running down your spine, and you unconsciously grinds you drenched cunt against his waist, Eren cackled. 

"What a fucking whore, you looked like a cat in heat." 

You whined when his flat palm hit your cunt, he rubs the dampen clothed surface of your clit, Eren brought his mouth to your breast and started to circling his tongue on your nipple, making your back arched and you grinding to nothingness of his waist, "whore," he spat, a string of saliva bridge between your skin and his lips, "is this what you called a student president? i don't think so." Eren grip your throat and slowly adding pressure to your air circulation with his index finger and thumb, his other hand has been stroking his own cock for awhile, he uses his precum as lube and your eyes twinkled to the beautiful sight. 

Your lips parted, he let out a throaty groan to your ear just to tease you, "what if i just jack myself and leave you like this?" the menacing grin appeared on his face, your desperate look just pleased him even more, he groaned under his breath as he feeling himself twitching, and your drooling pussy just looking tastier than ever, Eren inhaled and faked a pout, "aw, what is it? don't you want to walk around with my cum dripping from your slutty hole aren't you? that is sinful my Love, won't it gonna stain your pride, Miss President?" 

You cursed under you breath, and another slap landed on your cunt, you threw your head back as Eren squeezed you against the wall, "nu uh, bad words," he growled, "what do you want, Y/N? Use your fucking mouth if you want something, did your parents never tell you?" another hard slap on your cunt made you gasp, you cried louder, and Eren shushed you while peppering kiss on your naked shoulder, "careful darling they might hear you from downstairs." 

He pecked your nose before he finally aims his cock to your entrance, stroking his tip to your dripping cunt, "what do you want, Y/N? say it." He repeated.

"Your cock!" you whimpered, "please pound me with your cock.... please Eren.. i just want it inside.."

He slammed into you, causing you to let out a sharp noise, "Oh, like this?" Eren felt your soft warm walls hugging him so tightly, as if you guys just fit so perfectly together, he held his hand on your tummy to prevent you from grinding your greedy self, letting your cunt clenching him by itself, "fuck you're so tight my Love," he groaned subtly. 

"E-eren please move..... i'm begging you...." you sobbed so pathetically. Eren moved his face close to yours and pinned your wrists above your head, "this will need an outcome don't you think?" he tilted his head, making you wept for his cock to move even more, suddenly an idea popped in his head, "I will move," he said, "i'll shoot my loads in you and then you'll be mine, i want you to want me so badly, i'm going to imprison you, and then.... just then...it'll be just you and me, always and forever," he dug his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent so they'll stay in his head, but he knew it won't, you're his own personal drug anyways, "promise, Darling?" Eren whispered against your skin.

You shivered under him, your eyes rolls at the back of your head, your pussy is aching with lust, so needy for his cock. You quickly nodded your head, "p-promise." 

Eren kissed your neck, sucking them briefly, leaving a visible mark on your soft skin, "good girl."

He pulled his cock from you, leaving just the tip, before then he impaled, filling you up with his length, he slide so easily onto your meat, your legs shivered as he endlessly pushed deeper inside you, and you could feel his tip kissed your cervix, Eren then started to moves at a quick pace, "you like that so much hm? taking my cock like a little slut," he said velvety, turning you on even more. He buried your moan into a deep kiss, his big arm scoot your hips close to him as he ramming his cock with no mercy onto your walls, his other hand still pinning your wrists, as if you're gonna escape from him. You started to rolling your hips on him, making him move more faster, you're both skin to skin, grinding onto each other desperately, "Eren....s'big...so deep..." you moaned. He continues to pound into you.

"Fuck, that's right baby say my name."

"Eren!"

After a minute he completely stopped, you opened your eyes and your face shows confusion, before you could ask any questions, he suddenly slams all of his length into you, causing you to yelp both in pain and pleasure, the lewd sound of skin slapping made you curl your toes, he pounding into you like there's no tomorrow, you threw your head back, your tongue lolling out from your lips, he slamming all his length in and out of you repeatedly until you're a shaking panting mess, an amused look plastered on his cocky face, and his hips didn't stop dipping on you, not letting you think straight or put up any fight, "come on, fucking take it like the cumslut you are."

You choked on your breath as the knot in your stomach getting tighter, "E-ren... hugs...hugs....?" you purred to him, he finally let go of your wrists and let your head fell against his shoulder, he increases his phase that you didn't know was possible, you warped your arms around him as he did to you, and you dragged your nails through his sweaty back, Eren started to whisper sweet nothings as he felt himself twitching, he slurred curses underneath his groaned, his veins popped as he gripped you tightly, his muscles flexes at each moves.

You didn't dare to question him when he said that he'll fill you up inside, because no matter what your answer is, he'll do it anyway. The sight of his hard rock abs and v lines sent you over the edge, “Eren i’m gonna cum—“

“cum with me, Darling.” 

You tasted the bitter tint in your tongue as you started seeing stars, you vision went black as Eren rides you to your orgasm while fluid started dripping down your thighs, your body is shaking uncontrollably, Eren let out a loud groan as he riding himself to his own high using your abused cunt, he shot his warm thick load onto your womb, making sure you take all of it, you buried your face on his neck, he slowly pulls out his cock and watches the white liquid oozing from your hole. Eren lifted up your chin, he cupped your cheek and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, mixing your pants together, “mine.” he moaned to your soft plump lips.

“yours."

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[seattlesea]

Lorien Legacies Characters as Things My Family and I Have Said (Part Three)

John: Am I cute

Six: Whatever makes you happy

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Marina: Where’s my perfume?

Eight: I drank it

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Nine: *squeezes bread* I just really felt like doing that

Five: I feel like doing that to you

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Eight: Use your bread you fucking heathen

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Five, tucking Maggie and Ella into bed: Night night c*nts

Maggie and Ella, in unison: REEEE

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John: *attempts to do something but fails*

Nine: Bitch thought

John: Shut up

Six: Bitch thought

Five: Bitch thought

One: Bitch thought

Eight: Bitch thought

Adam: Bitch thought

John: I hate you guys so fucking much

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Eight: Is eating this much cheese even healthy???

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John: Raise your hand if you love dogs

Adam: I would but I’m eating goldfish

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Five, on an Omegle video chat with a knocked-out Sam and Ella: They're dead

Nine, on the other end of the call: Tell them to get up

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Six: Men are dumb. Fuck men. You know, what? To all the ladies in the chat, here's some advice.

Six: Become a lesbian

Six: Adopt a cat

Six: Plant a garden

Six: Live in a forest

Six: Destroy the patriarchy

Six: Travel the world

Six: Fuck shit up

Six: And do it with a smile and a piña colada *bites chip*

--

Marina: I was gonna wear a cute pink flower crown with my outfit but then I thought fuck that, I'm going low-key cottagecore, not Ohioan frolicker or Idahoan horse girl

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Adam: Dude, are you high?

Sam: What? No

Sam, suddenly remembering he rode passenger while Nile smoked weed on their way home and has gotten high off second-hand smoking weed before: OH SHI-

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Five: Why am I even up at four in the morning with chips and Mountain Dew???

Marina: I mean, it could be from insomnia rooting from your depressio-

Five: Depression? BITCH PLEASE that shit is so 2019

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Adam's teacher: I know it's Monday, but if it's any comfort, today is the first day of the last week of April!

Adam: What the FUCK did you just say to me-

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Eight, mimicking an old man: gEt OfF mY lAwN

Sam: *puts face in bowl and laughs*

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Nine, knocking on the door: Let me innnnn

John, sitting against the door so Nine doesn't come in: No, I'm still mad at you

Nine: Ok ok I'm sorry, I'll pay you fifty dollars

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Five, trying to be compassionate with Nine: Remember when we used to match hairstyles, you fuck?

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Literally anyone: *laughs*

Eight: Giggles

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Hannu: No sad, just ball

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Six: fight me fight me fight me fight me fight me fight me square up square up square up sqUARE UP SQUARE U-

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One: Can I use your headphones?

Adam: Sorry, I'm using the-

One: Shut up you dumb fuck

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Eight, talking to himself in the mirror: Oh my god look at you in your big, baggy flannel you look sO CUTE you're adorable don't let anyone tell you differently, including you you dumb fucking insecure little bitch

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Daniela: What would happen if a woman took penis enlargement pills?

Adam: Hey no offense but what the fuck is wrong with you?

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John: What even goes on in your mind?

Nine: Tarot cards, money, Cotton Eye Joe on loop, applesauce, lighting a house on fire, jumping out a second-story house to see if my ankle is durable or not...

John:...

Nine: But mostly Cotton Eye Joe on loop

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Five: Some people identify as she/her. Some people identify as he/him. Some people identify as they/them. I identifty as a fucking disappointment.

--

Marina: Hey, can I ask you a question?

Eight, naked in a bubble-filled bathtub with lit candles, a wine glass full of apple juice, and IceJJFish playing: Do I look like someone with the fucking time?

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John: Hey, are you gay?

Adam, sitting on the ground blasting Ariana Grande with an iced almond milk latte and wearing a baggy flannel shirt: BITCH-

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Six: *opens her online-shopping package*

Marina: Uh, those are going to make you look a little emo, aren't they?

Six, putting on her thick chain choker and leather gloves: that's the poINT-

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Sam: *dances like a crab to the Crab Rave* Crabby Rave make pain go away

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One: 'oH i DoNt HaVe PrOnOuNs'- what the fuck are you then, a toaster?

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Random celebrity: Wow, fangirls are so sweet and dedicated, they really should get paid for all the promotions and hard work they do!

Six: Ok pay me then

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Maggie, crying: All I wanted was some fucking chicky nuggies

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Sam, walking up to Nine in public: Hey bestie-

Nine: I don't know you

Sam: Bitch-

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Ella: I'm gonna send a celebrity a meme everyday until they reply to me

Marina: Why?

Ella: Why the fuck not?

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Five: Yeah, I'm depressed *laughs*

John: Why'd you laugh?

Five: It's a coping mechanism

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Maggie: I don't want a boyfriend or a girlfriend or a partner I wants the three D's

Sarah, horrified: The WHAT

Maggie: Dogs, donuts, and diamonds

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Hannu: So there's this philosophy theory-

One: I will fucking drown you

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Six: If you are male and you have a flat ass, don't speak to me. I need guy friends who match my level of THICKNESS

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One: Oh my god she's so cute

Adam: She has a girlfriend

One: Sharing is caring

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Five: If ONE MORE BITCHASS WHORE comments on my clothes and shits about how feminine I dress I swear I will be gOING TO JAIL

Five: JUST SAY YOU ARE JEALOUS YOU CAN'T WORK BOTH AND LEAVE BITCH

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Nine: So I have this problem where I hate myself but I still think I'm better than everyone else

John:...

Nine: Like I'm trash but I'm QUALITY trash, I'm trash from the garbage bags of Louis Vuitton, I'm recyclable, reusable trash, I'm the trash no one wants to throw away

John: Um...

Nine: If Gucci made a limited-edition, 24-karat gold garbage bag, I'd be that garbage bag

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Maggie, holding a nerf gun to Adam's head: Gimme all your fucking money

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Sam: I don't know, I've just been feeling a little down lately

Six: No

Sam: What?

Six: That's not allowed

Sam: Wha-

Six: *smacks Sam in the face with a pillow*

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Maggie: BESTIE. YOU ARE A BAD BITCH. DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU DIFFERENTLY. WORK IT QUEEN

The pigeon on the sidewalk:

[babyboyblasty]

CHAPTER 12:

All the girls had at least one bag in their hand. Momo had eight (some big but most of them medium sized that only contained one or two things each), Mina four, Hagakure two, Jirou one, Uraraka one, Tsuyu two, and Aoyama five. The only one without any bags was Bakugou since he hasn’t bought anything. So far— and he will rather die than admit it out loud— hanging out with his classmates wasn’t the most terrible thing that has happened to him these past three days. He was actually kinda having a good time.

"You should have come with us to get your nails painted too, Bakugou-kun" Hagakure placed an invisible hand on his shoulder where he saw some glittery blue polish.

"Yeah! I think a nice /green/ would look great on you" Uraraka smiled, giving a wink to Tsuyu who shook her head.

“Actually, I think Bakubabe would prefer a firetruck /red/ ” Mina nudged Jirou who gave her friend a knowing look.

"On the contrary, I believe a nice dark color like black or purple would suit Bakugou-san best" Momo suggested, oblivious to what her other friends were hinting at. "Perhaps Bakugou would like to join us on our next trip?" she turned to look at him and he looked back at her then the rest who were waiting for his answer like they were insane.

"But I won't be a girl then" he replied like they'd forgotten. 

"We know that, kero, but Bakugou-chan is fun when he is not yelling," Tsuyu responded, a finger to her cheek.

"You joining us again would be très bien, monsieur" Aoyama smiled over at him, wiggling his fingers in front of his face to show off simplistic french tipped fingernails. 

Bakugou didn't really respond but he did smile a little on the inside. Not that they needed to know that though.

The conversation was dropped to start another one about what they've bought so far, cuticle care (via Aoyama), and what they wanted to do tomorrow in their free day. That somehow turned into Momo recalling a restaurant she visited with her parents where the food was magnificent and that led to Bakugou claiming he can make the best damn breakfast they've ever had and Jirou challenging him to cook breakfast for them tomorrow to prove it. He agreed of course and the girls couldn't wait. They already knew Bakugou was a great cook but challenging him was always fun for both them and for Bakugou since he liked to prove he was the best.

After walking around for a bit, the girls decided that they wanted to go into a store that just recently opened. It was one similar to Victoria Secret that sold lingerie and other intimate clothing that Bakugou didn’t feel comfortable in so the blonde stayed outside on his phone. 

"Is that Bakugou Katsuki I'm seeing? Or do my eyes deceive me" Bakugou could practically hear the smirk and sarcasm dripping from the words. Looking up, he saw Emo Deku 2.0 walking over to where he was standing, the smug bastard. 

"Is that the human vibrator I'm seeing? Or is it just a big pile of dog shit" he countered back, baring his teeth up at the guy. Shindou Yo always rubbed him the wrong way and just the sound of his voice and that dumb way he patronized and looked down at him like he was better was enough to make his blood boil. He thought he’d seen the end of him after their provisional hero license exam when he was a first year and Shindou was a third year, but fate has a funny way of working and Bakugou seems to run into the guy more often than he'd like when he's out doing public service hero work or at internships. 

"No need for insults, Bakugou. I was just surprised to see you, that's all. I heard about what happened over at the agency but I didn't believe it. I mean, you /are/ supposed to be the best, right? So how on earth was I to believe that a small time thug got the upper hand on the Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight?" Shindou tilted his head, looking down at Bakugou with fake curiosity and concern. "I could see I was mistaken though. Maybe you're just not as amazing as they say you are /just/ yet. That's okay though. It took me all three years at Ketsubutsu Academy to fully learn how to be a great hero but I guess some people need more time. It's okay being a late bloomer. Isn't that right, Katsuki?"

Bakugou was positively fuming and it took everything in him not to launch at him right then and there. He wasn't the same explosive boy from his first year that couldn't control his impulses. Besides, making him lose his composure is what that asshole wanted and he won't give him the satisfaction. He won't compromise his perfect record and possibly endanger someone by using his quirk in a public setting. Clenching his fist as hard as he could, he let the sparks threatening to ignite die in his palms.

"What? You've got nothing to say, Katsuki? How very unlike you" the black haired boy teased. It's been two years since Shindou Yo graduated from Ketsubutsu Academy High School and half a year since he's been working as a rookie pro hero. He was assigned to this mall by the agency he works at and imagine his surprise when he saw Bakugou just standing there in the open like that. Really, he just couldn't resist coming over and saying hi. The blonde was always so entertaining. 

"Pro-hero Grand! May we have your autograph?" a small girl and boy ran over to them, each holding a pen and notebook in their hands up to Shindou's face. The man's condescending smile changed into a friendly one at the flip of a switch. "Of course! It'd be an honor" he laughed and gave them both his signature. Bakugou let out a 'tch' sound, crossing his arms over his chest. "Thank you for your support!" he waved them goodbye and the children waved back with a 'thank you', running off back to a woman who they guessed was their mother.

"Does it ever get tiring being a two-faced bitch?" Bakugou growled and Shindou turned back to him, letting out an amused laugh.

"See? There he is. Or should I say she now?" he made a thinking face and laughed when Bakugou audibly growled like a dog. "That's what I like about you, Bakugou. Always so feisty" he cooed before stepping a bit closer. Bakugou kept his ground so they were almost chest to chest, Bakugou glaring up at the guy because of his new height. If he was smaller by one or two inches before, he is now nearly half a foot shorter than the bastard. "You know, this look actually kinda suits you. It makes you look cute when you're angry so really I can't even take you seriously. Not that I did before, but now I get the sudden urge to hug you. Isn't that funny?" he smirked.

"Well take a good long look, perv, because I'll be turning back to normal tomorrow morning," Bakugou spat. Shindou looked genuinely confused for a split second and it made Bakugou get a sinking feeling in his chest.

"Tomorrow morning? Are you sure? Did Eraser tell you that?" the pro hero raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. 

"What the hell are you getting at?" Bakugou frowned. 

"Oh nothing, don't mind me. If that's what your teacher said then it must be true" he shrugged.

"Is there something you're not telling me? If there is, spit it out already."

"Like I said, it's nothing. Anyway, I must be getting back to work. The streets don't keep themselves safe, you know?" Shindou smiled and turned to leave but Bakugou immediately grabbed his arm, spinning him around to face him and gripping onto the black and gold top piece of his hero costume to pull him down to his eye level.

"Woah there Bakugou. Aren't we moving just a bit too fast?" the older of the two chuckled.

"Listen up, dumbass. I swear if there's something you're not telling me I'll—" he growled out before getting interrupted by a stern voice.

"Bakugou! What is going on here? Let go of him immediately" Iida stepped up to both of them. Midoriya, Todoroki, and the other three standing behind the tall, navy haired male were all ready to intervene if need be, Midoriya and Todoroki more so than the rest.

Bakugou unclenched his hands from Shindou's hero costume with a huff and Shindou smoothed it out with a throaty laugh.

"Thanks for that. Iida Tenya, right? Ingenium's younger brother?" Shindou smiled. 

The class rep nodded and answered 'yes, I am' before putting his hands together. "Pro-hero Grand," Iida gave a deep bow, "I apologize in advance for my classmate's despicable behavior. As class rep it is my responsibility to ensure everyone acts their best in order to better represent the name of U.A. My apologies again, sir!" Iida was practically yelling and it caused a few heads to turn their way in curiosity to what was happening, but they all looked away with a sharp glare from a certain ash blonde that basically told them to mind their own fucking business. "Is everything okay? Was Bakugou bothering you?"

Bakugou could have laughed. Of course they'd think that so he wasn’t even surprised.

"What?" Shindou laughed before the black haired hero began maneuvering the younger so that he had an arm around Bakugou's shoulders and his other hand was holding one of Bakugou's wrists like they were the best of pals. "Oh no, not at all. Bakugou-kun and I were just talking about old times. I was giving him a few words of my experience so far and some advice as a pro hero" the male gave a bright smile. "What you saw just now was a new move Bakugou was demonstrating to me. There is no problem here, right Katsuki?"

"Whatever."

Midoriya's eyes flickered over to Kacchan. Honestly, he doesn't think that that was what happened at all. He thinks Shindou said or did something that made Bakugou react that way. He's known the blonde for a long time now and while his childhood friend might be a hot head, he wasn't the type to start fights without reason. Todoroki, Shoji, and Koda thought the same but didn't say anything. They didn’t get good vibes from Shindou either.

Todoroki didn't like the interaction between those two one bit and Izuku felt the need to go up and pull his Kacchan away from him.

"Well, that's a relief" Iida answered with a bit of hesitance. He was still a bit suspicious but let the matter slide.

"I hope to see you all out in the field in a few years. Work hard" Shindou said his goodbyes to all of them individually before turning to Bakugou. "It was nice bumping into you, Katsuki-chan. And I meant what I said earlier too. You look good" he winked and Bakugou growled. "Take care, guys" he smiled, waving goodbye. 

They all watched the hero go before Iida was turning to Bakugou. "What happened between you two, Bakugou?" he frowned and Bakugou grumbled.

"Nothin' that concerns any of you. Now quit buggin me."

Iida tried not to take offense. After a few years of being classmates, he should be used to the blonde's somewhat hostile way of speaking. “As you wish. Why were you alone? Where are the girls and Aoyama?” he asked.

“In the store” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Almost as if by magic, Bakugou’s group started walking out of the store, some carrying new small bags. 

“Deku-kun! Iida-kun!” Uraraka grinned, going up to them excitedly.

“Uraraka-san. It’s good to see you” Izuku smiled. The rest of them caught up before Iida started lecturing the girls about leaving Bakugou alone.

“I can take care of myself, four eyes!” he yelled but Iida paid no attention to him as he continued talking to the rest about what he saw happening with Bakugou and Shindou earlier to make a point about why we should all be in groups or in pairs at all times. Mina gasped loudly and Momo turned around to look at Bakugou with sympathy.

“Did he do something to you, Bakugou?" the pink girl was stomping over to him, a furious look on her face. "Where is he? I’ll beat him up I swear” Mina frowned, looking around to see if she can spot the black haired hero around. For his sake, he better pray she doesn't. Apparently she thought the same thing Midoriya did.

"Bakugou-kun! I am terribly sorry we left you alone. I should have known better and stayed behind with you. I am so sorry for your troubles" she apologized.

"Hah? Do you think I'm some type of damsel in distress now or something? It's fine, ponytail. Quit apologizing" he grumbled, looking away. “You too, Pinky.”

Momo gave him a soft smile and went in for a hug. She was sure he'd most likely push her off so when he didn't, she was very surprised. He didn't hug back but Momo didn't expect him to and she hugged him a bit tighter, the rest of the girls going in for a group hug as well. The boys were unsure what to do (even though some of them really wanted to join) so they stood to the side and watched how Bakugou started telling them to quit being "sentimental fucks" and let go already. They could tell he didn’t really mind it when he didn't immediately threaten to blow them up though.

Bakugou couldn’t wait until he went back to normal tomorrow.

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(the shindou and bakugou inspiration for this chapter was these two pieces of fanart!)

[thedevilsruby]

Love on the Set (Clierra multi chapter fic)

Sierra Rossi, or Sunset Lace, is a well known adult movie star throughout the internet. She has it all: Fans, money, fame. But her world changes when a new actor, Cliff joins her on the set.

Chapter Nine: Protective

"So how long have you two been friends?" Cliff asked, sipping his coffee.

Deciding to get to know Arlo and Sierra better, Cliff had agreed to go to their favorite coffee shop The Last Drop. He had mainly gone because he heard Sierra was going but decided Arlo was nice enough as well.

"Ever since we were hired at our last crappy job at Rocket Inc." Sierra rolled her eyes at mentioning it.

"Isn't that the fancy expensive clothes place at the mall?" Cliff asked. He had gone there once but walked out as soon as he saw how steep the prices were.

"Yeah, our boss Giovanni was a huge pain in the ass. Sometimes I swear he was hitting on Sierra." Arlo growled. Once Cliff heard that, his eyebrow twitched. "I see." Cliff replied.

"But I'm glad to be out of there. Fuck Giovanni and fuck retail." Sierra stated. "With an iron spiked stick." Arlo smirked as he high fived his best friend.

Cliff couldn't help but watch with jealousy as Arlo was able to make physical contact with Sierra. What he wouldn't give to have another shoot with her...

"Oh my gosh, it's Sunset Lace!"

A prepubescent voice snapped Cliff out of his thoughts. He saw two boys run up to Sierra, who was now visibly cringing and hiding her face with her hand.

"Oh my stars, you're hot!" The second boy, who could use a bit of acne cream on his face, grinned. "Is your name really Sunset?"

"No, now please let me eat lunch." Sierra groaned.

"It isn't?! Then what's your real name?! I'll follow you on Pokebook!" The other boy eagerly pulled out his cell phone.

"Hey, she said leave her alone." Arlo glared, using his position in front of Sierra to shield her.

"Stay out of this, emo!" The second boy scowled, trying to put on an intimidating face. It was hard not to laugh at considering he looked constipated.

Seeing the annoyed look on Sierra's face sent Cliff into action. He stood up, towering over the boys. "She said leave her alone." Cliff growled. "And a lady should not have to repeat herself. Now please, leave." Cliff growled, a dangerous flash entering his eyes.

Both boys whimpered at his large muscular figure, yelped out apologies and ran for their lives.

Sierra looked at Cliff surprised. What did he do that for?

Then again, seeing that side of him made her stomach fill with Butterfree and her loins grow hot. It took all of her will not to ride him then and there.

"T-Thank you." She mumbled, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks.

"Of course." Cliff shrugged. Although he hid it well, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her as hard as he could. That's when he got a notification on his phone. "I gotta go, but I'll see you guys later." He set a $10 bill down on the table.

"Hey, I'm picking the bill up, you don't have to-" Arlo tried to protest, but Cliff held his hand up. "I want to, Ar. You were nice enough to invite me out, it's the least I can do." With a wave, he walked off.

Sierra watched his ass as he walked off, blushing. Arlo seemed to notice and smirked. "Like what you see?"

Sierra yelped and glared to the side. "He has a nice everything, what can I say?" She grumbled.

"Seems he likes you too." Arlo stated, biting his sandwich as if he didn't say anything.

Sierra's eyes flashed. What did he just say? "What do you mean?" She asked.

"I mean, he just protected you when he didn't have to jump in. And he got jealous of me when he saw me with you the other day." Arlo smirked.

"What?" Sierra asked, surprised. Why didn't Arlo tell her sooner? "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, he didn't. He just told me to stay away from you." Arlo shrugged. "That's when my princess came in and basically showed I was happily married."

"Elara told him you were married?" Sierra raised an eyebrow.

"Without realizing it and I never told her what was going down." Arlo shrugged. "But he really likes you. And you like him. I'd make my move now if I were you."

Sierra bit her lip. Could she really do that and risk her professional relationship with him?

Well, there was only one way to find out.

She had to do another shoot with him.

-

Shoutout to @whatsupwithjinx for using our conversation to come up with "fuck retail with an iron spiked stick" for Sierra and Arlo! Love ya!

[lovelytarou]

comfort

pairing: bakugo katsuki x f!reader x bokuto koutaro

genre: fluff, a bit of angst(?)

tags: vv self-indulgent fic, mentions of being stressed, hurt/comfort (?), slight body worship, cross-over, tooth-rotting fluff, poly!relationship

a/n: was feeling emo in a while and i so badly wanted my comfort characters to, well, comfort me so here ya go :))

the movie was becoming boring as the seconds pass. the apartment was unusually silent, save for the constant mumbling from the black-and-white haired male pacing back and forth from the kitchen to the livingroom. the sound alone making bakugo restless as he released an exasperated sigh from his parted lips.

“would you quit it? you're making me stressed, too!” bakugo scolded the other male. the latter deflated like a balloon, his hair flopping down along with his expression.

“i'm just so worried about them! they haven't come out since morning and i miss them,” bokuto whined, staring longingly at the closed door of your shared bedroom. it has been hours since you told them that you needed time for yourself, with exams done and out of the way, a new semester looms itself over you, crushing you with its pressure. a promise of series of stresses about to greet you yet again.

they understand you needed to pass and have to work hard for a better future, but they also wanted you to take care of yourself and not neglect your needs. aside from that, it's been a while since the three of you get to spend time with each other.

“they said not to bother them. if you're worried that much then go and check on them,” bakugo scoffed, eyes turning back to the television. he's fooling nobody as he stared blankly at the screen, mind moving a mile a minute as he, too, thought about you. his brain conjuring up worried thoughts and scenarios that isn't good at all.

“eh? no, you come with me!” before bakugo could protest, he was hauled by bokuto's beefy arms as he was dragged in front of your bedroom door. he could only click his tongue in annoyance at the male, as he glanced at the wood separating you from the two of them. you're so close yet so far away.

he let a minute pass, then another, before deciding that ‘fuck it’ and knocked.

there was no response. bokuto stood beside him, anxiety written all over his expressive face as he fiddled with his own thick fingers. their eyes met when you didn't respond to another knock.

“we're coming in!” bakugo announced, twisting the knob before peeking both their heads inside the door.

their breaths hitched when they found you slumped over your desk, head buried in your arms as sobs wracked your body. the sight alone made their heart clench in pain. how could they not notice you hurting like this?

pushing the door wider, they let themselves inside your shared bedroom, feet padding softly towards your slouched form. unbeknownst to you, bokuto and bakugo crouched down on either side of you.

bakugo moved the curtain of hair that's covering your face from them, “hey, princess. why are you crying? did somebody hurt you? was it bokuto?” he glared at the other male who gasped in disbelief at him. of course, he knew bokuto wouldn't hurt you, ever, but he hoped that teasing him would at least bring you out of your sadness and supply them even the tiniest of smiles, anything.

instead, you sniffled in reply. your head finally coming out of your arms that shielded you from the world, but not from the two of them.

“no, it's not kou. sorry...i was just stressed and i guess it all piled down on me,” you said in between sobs, head dipped down to avoid their piercing gazes. if you stared at them any longer, you know you'd break down in tears once again for fear of letting them down and not even being a good girlfriend.

“hey,” bokuto called you on your right, “you know we're here for you, right, pretty girl?” he held your hand, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on the back of it knowing how much it helps calming you down.

you nodded yes at his question, squeezing his hand tighter. bokuto offered you one of his big smiles that never fails to warm your heart. just seeing him smile is enough to calm you some.

“do you think you can take a break, baby? you haven't eaten since you went in here,” your attention was brought back to bakugo as he caressed your face, wiping away any stray tears that escaped your eyes.

“i can cook your favorite for you?” he offered, one of his rare gentle smiles gracing you.

still hiccuping, you nodded in response, a watery smile making its way on your face, “yeah...i'd like that,” you mumbled.

“there she is, there's our pretty girl and her beautiful smile!” bokuto cooed, chuckling at the sight of your smile. your face erupted in a blush upon his comment, making you hide your face on bakugo's palm still caressing your cheek.

“alright, owl face, carry her to the kitchen.” bakugo ordered bokuto which the latter made a face to but nonetheless accepted it, he does love you in his arms, anyway. plus, he can show off his strength to you this way.

“let's go, princess. hold onto me like this.” bokuto carefully lifted you from your chair and into his strong arms, carrying you bridal style.

“i can walk perfectly fine, guys.” you stated, but not denying being carried, nevertheless. your face flushed even more at the thought of bokuto carrying you like this and holding onto his strong body.

the man in question smirked and chuckled at your reaction, revelling in it as he expected what would exactly happen the moment you're wrapped in his arms like this.

“we know, pretty girl.” bokuto kissed your temple, smiling down at you as he carried you out of the room.

“but how can you know you're really our princess if we don't treat you like one?” bakugo added, walking behind you two as he closed the bedroom door, a proud smirk on his face.

you swear you didn't know your face could get any more hotter than it is already. he knows just how affected you are with their pet names and he enjoys it.

“shut up,” you weakly retorted, hiding your face on the crook of bokuto's neck.

he had set you down on a chair, bakugo instantly went to work as bokuto get out the plates, cups, and utensils you all will be using to eat. they took real care of you once dinner was served, bokuto even going as far as feeding you but you refused and saying that you can eat just fine. afterwards, you volunteered to wash the dishes and cleanup like you usually do but they stopped you and did it by themselves instead.

“go wait in the room for us, princess. we'll take care of this, okay?” bakugo asked, winking at you.

“oh...okay,” you walked to the room this time and waited patiently for the two of them like they asked. after a few moment, they entered, each sporting a fond smile on their faces once their eyes landed on you.

“good girl, i thought you fell asleep waiting on us.” bakugo chuckled, moving toward you and leaning over to give you a kiss. closing your eyes as you leaned more into the kiss, you relished in the affection he is giving you – moaning against his plump lips. before it can escalate any further though, bakugo pulled away with a cheeky grin, pecking the corner of your lips one last time.

“i'll go prepare a bath for us, bo will help you with your clothes.” he muttered, voice rumbling low and he turned on his heels as he made his way towards the bathroom.

bokuto replaced him seconds later, a wide grin on his face as he sat in front of you. before you can speak, he engulfed you in a tight hug, humming all the while as he buried his face in your neck.

“mmm, i missed you a lot, baby.” he placed a kiss on your skin there, big hands caressing your back up and down in soothing motions.

you were taken aback by the crack in his voice and the wet feeling on your shoulder. shouldn't you be the one crying?

“i missed you a lot too, kou. i'm sorry i haven't been spending time with you and katsuki, i was just so busy with a lot of stuff lately.” leaning your head on top of his, your hands wandered toward his hair, scratching it just how he likes it.

bokuto pulled away from you even though the way you played with his hair was too satisfying and he missed that a lot too.

“i wish you weren't overworking yourself like that. it makes me sad seeing you cry and get stressed.” he frowned, a cute pout forming on his lips. he's simply too adorable and his thoughtfulness is one of the things you love about him.

“next time, tell us when you're having trouble with anything, okay? we don't want you to shoulder all your problems by yourself. we're both strong enough to help you with it!” you chuckled at his determined face, but the thought wasn't lost to you and you're thankful for that.

“i know, kou. i'm sorry i didn't tell you guys, i promise i'll ask for both of your help the next time.” you wiped away his tears before wrapping your arms around him. bokuto somehow felt relieved by those words alone and he's hanging onto them. he realized it felt even better if it was him who's encased in your arms.

“i love you, y/n.” he mumbled, placing a kiss at the top of your head.

“i love you, too, kou.”

“now let's get you out of these clothes and have a bath!”

bokuto helped you strip your clothes and his before carrying you into the bathroom. there, you find bakugo beside the tub that is now almost full. he turned off the tap the moment he saw you two enter.

bokuto placed you inside the foamy and bubbly tub, before disappearing to get your toiletries. bakugo, on the other hand, stepped in the tub with you and sat behind you - telling you to make room for him.

the latter returned with your stuff and he, too, entered the tub and sat in front of you. he beamed at you as he grabbed a scrub before dipping it in the tub while bakugo grabbed the shampoo bottle. he helped take off your hair tie keeping your hair up and wetted it with water. he then squirted shampoo on his palm and began massaging it on your head.

you sighed at the treatment you're receiving, head leaning back on bakugo's shoulder as you closed your eyes. bokuto's eyes met bakugo's as he scrubbed your legs gently, the both of them smiling at you.

“feeling good, princess?” you felt more than you heard bakugo's words as your back was pressed on his chest.

“mhm, feels amazing.” you breathed out, a smile etched on your lips as you felt like you were in heaven.

they both chuckled at that and continued bathing you before doing the same thing to themselves. the three of you were wrapped in a comfortable silence with only the sound of the sloshing water, the even breathing and the beating of your hearts accompanying the peace.

when it's time to rinse, bakugo rubbed and caressed your shoulders, upper arms and hands. he peppered them with kisses and repeated mantra of ‘i love you’s with every spot of his skin that his lips touched. bokuto kept reciting the things he loves about you as he rinsed your lower half and you swear you were drowning by the amount of love and the feeling of being whole these two are giving you selflessly, but you welcomed it.

after drying yourselves, bakugo was the one who carried you back into the room and helped you dress. bokuto dried your hair for you and combed it gently, being careful of the strands and tangles on the way as to not hurt you.

“do you need anything before going to bed?” bokuto had asked after putting away the comb, brushing your hair to the side as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

“nope, just you two.”

bokuto pecked your cheek and helped tuck yourselves in bed. bakugo slotted himself on the other side of you, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer and laid your head on top of his chest. bokuto followed suit, happily wrapping his own arm and leg on the two of you, making bakugo grunt because of the weight.

the three of you showered each other in whispered words of love that night. and before you felt your eyelids drop, you could only make out what they said before you succumbed to your slumber.

“we're always here for you when you need us.”

[b00t-s]

We're all gossip-y bitches sometimes

this is part two

Janus xey/xem

Roman she/he

Patton he/him

Virgil he/him

See the character intros for more info

TW. Swearing, arguments, alcohol, drunk characters, the word v//mit is used once, characters being characters, past trauma mentioned, tiny tiny tiny sprinkle of angst but just a passing of it at end, and nothing to intense

Again, tell me if I'm being insensitive. Shout at me if I am.

Summary: Patton goes to talk to Janus about Roman. The group opens...'some' bottles. Virgil adds on some...interesting opinions.

Events occur few hours after this.

Janus just finished xeir nightly shift when Patton came bounding up to xem. Janus raised an eyebrow at how ecstatic he looked.

"Yes?" Xey managed out, forcing back the hundreds of snarky comments xey could of said right then.

"Can you hang out at My house later?" Patton practically beamed out.

"why would I want to 'hang out'? It's just a social construct created to give people a higher sense of being." Janus remarked, flipping to closed/open side to closed.

"So you'll be there?"

"hmm. Will doom-and-gloom be there?

"doom and---ohhh, Virge. Yeah, probably," Patton realised now that this was a bad mix of people to invite "probably-probably not for long though!"

"Fine" Janus replied, taking off xeir apron. Xey ignored the obvious lie. "I'll be there in an hour." Xey knew one way or another xey would end up there due to Patton's... effective persuading.

"Great!" Patton exclaimed "oh yeah, and...um...it's raining outside so..take my umbrella, kay?"

His tone more serious all of a sudden, Patton nodded to Janus' heavily made up face, so well done an ignorant bystander wouldn't of noticed the thick layers of foundation on xeir face.

Patton handed xem a translucent umbrella, patterned with cute frogs and flowers, to Janus. Ignoring the distasteful cartoons, Janus nodded and took the umbrella.

"See you soon, Jan!" Patton cheerily waved as he bounced off.

Janus folded xeir apron, opened Patton's umbrella and braved the outdoors.

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Janus arrived at Patton's house exactly on time, bone dry, despite the heavily flowing rain. Patton expected nothing less of his friend. He invited xem inside, amazed as always by his friend's everyday fashion.

Jan was wearing a casual yellow shirt over a long sleeved black shirt. Fishnet gloves adorned xeir hands, and xeir ruffled hair was let lose.

Xeir fashionably messy hair was topped with a neatly placed black fedora, which of xey never took off. Xey even scarred persuaded Thomas to let xem wear it to work.

Patton offered xem a smile, and walked xem upstairs. "Hi Jan!" He grinned.

"Hello" xey replied mundanely.

Xey absent-mindedly glanced at Patton's outfit, which contained a violet cashmere sweater, bell bottomed jeans, circular silver glasses and a sunflower clip in his perfect curls.

It was a good look, xey had to admit.

When they both reached Patton's room, Janus stood still, taking in xeir surroundings.

Patton's room was covered with things from the 2000's; Tamagotchi's, stickers pressed up against the pastel wall, stuffed animals, wristbands, old CD's, care bears posters and butterfly clips littering the floor in a deadly trap.

A trans flag was pinned above the single bed with blue tack, right next to some inspirational and motivational quotes.

The whole place looked like it had been puked on by unicorns.

It hurt Janus' eyes.

Xey was a little overwhelmed by all the spiraling colours and nostalgia-inducing objects, so xey sat cross-legged in the middle of the pink carpet. The world slowed down.

Janus wondered, not for the first time, how a 29 year old could be this cheerful.

.

Or appear this cheerful.

"Jan?"

Janus gave a small twitch of xeir head, realising that xey had spaced out. "Hmm?" Xey replied.

"Hey, you were up with the clouds! I was just saying, I think Virge is here" Patton chirped.

"oh"

"he...might be staying for a little longer then i said"

"How wonderful." Janus muttered, knowing this would happen but hating it anyway.

"oh, don't be like that! I'm sure you guys could become friends!" Janus snorted. "Or...at least not kill at each other whenever you're in the same general area" Patton corrected.

"Anyway! I'm going to greet him at the door!" He suddenly proclaimed, skipping downstairs.

Janus was disgusted at how naïve this man was.

But that was a lie.

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Patton slowed his happy skip to a casual walk. His grin slipped into a content smile as he reached the end of the stairs. Being so happy takes its toll on people, he thought. Soft tapping of the door interrupted his thoughts as he opened the door to reveal Virgil.

The first thing you notice about this man was his unfair tall-ness. He nearly had to duck to get inside; being too skinny didn't help. Virgil was wearing a plain black hoodie over a mcr top, completing the look with a short, pleated skirt and docs. His face was slathered in white foundation, accompanied with dark eyeshadow under his eyes.

"Virge!! I'm glad you could make it, even if you are late!!Again!" Patton hugged his friend, genuinely glad for his presence. The taller man patted Patton's curls awkwardly.

"Heyyyy Pat-" Virgil did the awkward pats on the back everyone does when they want to get out of a hug but don't want to say it in fear of hurting ones feelings. "Traffic-"

Patton withdrew from the hug and smiled. "okay! at least you're here safe! Can't control the traffic"

"Janus is waiting for us upstairs" Patton continued. He hurriedly carried on speaking before Virgil could spit out an insult about xem "say, you know what I hate about stairs? They're always up to something!" Patton laughed at his own joke, whilst Virgil pretended to face-palm, hiding a snigger.

"Alright, Alright dAd, didn't you say snake face was waiting for us?" Virgil mocked. Patton chuckled uncomfortably at the nickname, but nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah, we shouldn't leave xem waiting"

They both entered his room, having walked the short journey there in a comfortable silence. Patton noted Janus had not moved from were he left xem; xey had just shifted to read a book xey most likely found lying around. Janus looked up upon their arrival, xeir face immediately twisting into a mocking grimace upon seeing Virgil. "ah, you brought the racoon"

"Janus play nice--"

"you're one to talk, you participated in 2012 Tumblr" Virgil threw back

"must you be so wounding" Janus dramatically threw xeir hand against xeir forehead.

"okAY, that's enough guys." Patton firmly said. Janus pulled a face in reply, and Virgil returned the favour. Patton sighed. He just wanted them to get along, which was probably a high expectation by itself.

Perhaps he had booze leftover somewhere.

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Twelve near fist fights, two crying sessions and many, many, many bottles of alcohol later, it was nearing eleven pm and the group was drunker than a litter of catnip high kittens.

They all crowded into a close-knit circle on the bed, nearly falling off but not caring.

"ssso your telling me that flashy asss hhimbo sssssaid I wasss hot but then rude and that I wore too muchh makeup? What a *hic* bitchh" Janus hissed.

Patton giggled. "yeeeeee, be nice though! She was kindaaaa alllllllll over the place!" Patton continued bluntly, "But how would you feel if I set you guys up????~"

"oh pleassssse do, I would just love that" Janus may be trashed but xey still knew sarcasm. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending who you are, Patton did not.

"yayyy! This is gonna be great!!"

Virgil butted in then, waving around the bottle he was holding "hold on, just holllld on a minute there, you're planning to set up that" he vaugly gestured in Janus' direction "with Princy??? Xey've known her for what, 4 minutes? Life isn't a disney movie"

"Dare I detect a hint of jealousy there emo?" Janus purred "am I that lovable?" Xey hiccuped.

"ooooooooh" Patton leaned into the circle, loving the drunk drama.

"wouldn't you like to know weather boy" Virgil droned back, finishing off the bottle.

"Honey, I would dare ssay that was a yesss"

"nO"

"oooooo, you liiiiike meeeEe"

"you disgust me"

"kinky"

Patton shook his hands excitingly at them, nearly hitting Virgil, causing them to shut up. "I can't believe you're finally open to a relationship after what happened! With my best friend no least! Boy did I try to get you to go on more dat--" Patton suddenly clasped his hands over his mouth as if he just said something nasty.

.

.

Everyone went silent. Janus stared at Patron, xeir mouth slightly parted. Virgil laughed nervously to try and break the tension. It sounded strained.

Janus began to speak to stop Patton from starting to spout drunken apologies. "Well thatssss jusst a liee, I've dated pleeenty of people over..well...that...period..of time."

Everyone went silent again, not quite sure on what to say.

Virgil's anxiety was heightening due to the social awkwardness and the influence of the alcohol.

Patton was fidgeting in his lap.

It was Janus yet again who broke the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Sssso, *hic* you ssaid you wanted me to go out with thisss idiot?"

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and we meet our boi virgil

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