#people were (light-heartedly) making fun of me for it like “oh are you on a diet? i could never. salad only for five days straight???”

[fix-me-sixteen]

why does everyone hate vegetables so much. they genuinely taste good. i prefer them to so many other "good-tasting" foods. like genuinely. give me your vegetables i will eat them for you give them to me now. seriously where do they get their icky reputation from. why do children hate them. i’m confused

[writeyouin]

Lost light megatron trying to have fun with his s/o, but kinda failing cuz he thinks of all the ways it could go wrong? (Maybe they’re on a planet in a theme park?) and reader has to convince him to let loose?

Megatron X Reader – Let Loose

A/N – Slowly, whittling my list of requests down.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Megatron snatched the cotton candy from you, earning a startled look from the vendor and the surrounding people alike. You, on the other hand, merely smiled, knowing what he was like.

“Babe, it’s not poisonous,” You told him patiently, waiting for him to agree.

Megatron tore off a piece of the fluffy treat, scanning it with a device he had procured from Red Alert; that bot was equally paranoid about all the things that could poison you, or that could contaminate the ship’s supply of energon, or that could… Actually, the list of things that Red Alert was paranoid about was endless.

He hummed and passed it back to you begrudgingly. While it was true that the food wouldn’t kill you, it wasn’t very good for you either, which is exactly what he told you after you tore a piece off, popping it in your mouth gleefully.

“Would you lighten up?” You laughed, elbowing him playfully. “Today is supposed to be fun.”

Megatron followed you through the Carnival that Rodimus had insisted on making the Lost Light stop at. Frankly, he thought that he had been doing well by not complaining that it was a waste of time and energy to visit such a trashy attraction, especially when the crew had to make use of their holo-forms which increased their energon consumption by 3.7%. That might not have been a lot for one bot, but when used by the full crew, it would ensure they practically ate through their energy reserves.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but how exactly would you have me ‘lighten up’?” Megatron used air quotes upon repeating you.

“Just cut loose. Have fun for the day, okay?”

Megatron scowled. His idea of fun was composing poetry to sum up his deepest thoughts and clear his processor, or to spend an evening with you, consuming some of the universe’s best literature, while you spent time on one of your hobbies.

Frankly, this was when another bot might comment on how odd your relationship was. You and Megatron were not alike. You were loud, carefree, and energetic. He was sombre and contemplative, and he preferred not to waste energy on frivolous activities.

Yet, Megatron found himself wanting to please you. Part of this stemmed from the idea that he didn’t believe that he deserved you, and partially because you asked very little of him, taking the relationship one day at a time while he learned how to navigate it with you.

“Very well,” Megatron sighed. “I shall…” He tripped over the words cut loose, finding the slang un-endearing, opting to finish by saying, “Try to relax somewhat.”

“That’s all I ask,” You chuckled, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the first game of the day.

It was a simple ring toss over some bottles, with various prizes hanging overhead. You spotted a plushie armadillo which was arguably the most hideous of the prizes, yet it held your attention, your pupils dilating at the sight of it.

“Oh yeah, that’s coming home with me.”

And so the game began. You tried again and again to win the creature, putting more and more credits on it, much to the vendor's satisfaction.

Megatron watched, bemused, until finally, he grabbed your shoulder, shaking his head disapprovingly.

“What’s wrong, babe? You want a go?”

You held out a ring to him. Megatron glowered first at the bottles, then at the vendor. “You should leave this game.” He told you matter-of-factly. Then in a whisper, he added, “My sensors show that it has been rigged. Winning is a statistical impossibility.”

“Oh,” You deflated. You had already guessed that the game was rigged, but it had been fun to try all the same. Half-heartedly, you threw the last ring before walking away. “Okay… something else then.”

Megatron silently cursed himself for upsetting you, but it was better you knew now rather than trying to win the impossible.

Your eyes lit up again when you saw what had to be the world’s most unstable rollercoaster.

“How about that?!” You pointed to it excitedly.

Megatron scanned the structure, messaging Ultra Magnus to see how many laws it broke. According to him, the ride had 36 structural weaknesses, broke 17 laws, and would only be legal on 3 planets.

You shook your head as Megatron’s face set into its default scowl.

“Oh, come on, please,” You begged, clasping your hands together.

“I won’t stop you, but I shan’t join you,” Megatron said drily, thinking about how he would be prepared to shed his holo-form and rescue you when the ride inevitably flew off the tracks or something equally terrible.

“Really? I can’t convince you?” You pouted.

“I should think not.”

You opened your mouth to argue until Rodimus ran into you, “Hey (Y/N). You here for the coaster?”

“Yeah, I was about to get in line. I’m just asking Meg-”

Rodimus rolled his eyes, “Megatron isn’t going to join you. It would mean having fun, something he’s completely allergic to, you know, alongside joy, laughter, puppies, flowers-”

“Shut up,” You punched Rodimus playfully in the arm.

Megatron watched as you and Rodimus played, eventually getting his approval to go on the ride together. It sometimes amazed him that you hadn’t chosen to enter a relationship with someone like Rodimus. The two of you were quite similar and had a good rapport.

Megatron sighed as he watched the two of you on the ride. He was somewhat you were relieved that you were with his co-captain. At least that way you would be safe with him should something happen. One person with you, and another on the ground in case something went wrong.

Yet, remarkably, nothing bad happened, except for Megatron putting yet another damper on the day, making him practically miserable.

Once you had come off the ride, Megatron made his excuses to go back to the ship, leaving you alone with Rodimus. He had much to think about when it came to the two of you, and frankly, he felt like he needed to find some reasons that the two of you were together, especially after such a disastrous excuse of a date, wherein he had only helped to sour your vibrant mood.

Megatron startled at the sound of the doorbell ringing.

He answered the door to find you, holding tightly onto the plushie armadillo that he had claimed was impossible to win.

“So, you somehow won the ring toss,” He stated, gesturing to the toy.

“Nah. Rodimus distracted the guy there and I took this,” You held out your prize, grinning victoriously.

“Stealing?” Megatron said doubtfully, thinking about what a terrible influence Rodimus could be.

“I’d like to think of it as liberating a plushie who needs a lot of love. Besides, you said it yourself. That guy was cheating, so it’s only fair he loses a prize or two every now and then.”

Megatron nodded stiffly, his optics following you as you entered the hab-suite.

“I’m sorry-” He started, surprised when you said “Thank you,” at the same time.

“What’re you-” “Why are you-”

You laughed as you both spoke simultaneously again, gesturing for him to start first.

“I- I’m sorry for leaving you at the fair,” Megatron sighed in his usual melancholy tone. “And you don’t have anything to thank me for. Believe me, I should know.”

You grinned, holding back a bout of laughter since you didn’t want Megatron to be offended.

“I’ll admit, I was sad that you left early, but… I wanted to thank you, for a really good night.”

Megatron didn’t respond. Frankly, he couldn’t see how you had a good time with him at all.

“I know the carnival isn’t your scene, but you went with me anyway, and… I love having someone who looks out for me all the time. I think it’s really sweet that you don’t want me to get conned out of my credits, or get hurt on the big rides, or, y’know, die from poison. I love you, Megatron.”

That wasn’t the first time that you had told Megatron you loved him, nor would it be the last, and yet, you always said it at the most unexpected times.

“I… Love you too,” Megatron said haltingly, scared as usual that his vulnerability would lead to a terrible end for the two of you. “Would you like to spend the night here?” He offered.

“Sounds good to me,” You beamed.

[kararisa]

darling, starling

— 5. unwritten rules — ✦ (wc: 0.4k)

You will never understand how people wake up before 10 a.m. and enjoy it. Scaramouche was your complete opposite in that regard, preferring to start his days egregiously early. But if you could help it, you'd stay in bed and sleep until the early afternoon hours, cuddled up in the warmth of your blankets.

But here you are, not comfortable in bed but instead seated on your sofa and half-heartedly watching some soap opera on the TV while you wait for the man of the hour to discuss a deal that could change both of your careers, for better or for worse.

The huge glass windows let in sunlight from the waking world, bathing the room in natural light. Scaramouche gives you a nod of acknowledgment as he sits down, a cup of way-too-bitter tea in hand. He takes off his reading glasses and leans back to look at you properly.

“You look like shit,” he greets.

You rub your eyes before glaring at him, “I wanted to catch you before you ran off to the nearby cafe to write your book. We need to actually talk about what we’re getting into in this deal.”

You take a breath before starting, “It’s not going to be easy dating me. Fake or not.”

Scaramouche’s words are dripping in sarcasm. “I know your food preferences if that’s what you're worried about.”

“That...” you groan. “That isn’t even what I mean and you know it; I’m being serious. You know how relentless the media can be when it comes to me. Rumors of us dating have been around since we were first spotted going out and about with our friends. And they’ve only gotten worse since you moved in with me.”

“I can take whatever the tabloids throw at me,” he shrugs. “Besides, my aunt works for The Akasha, remember? She has a lot of pull, not just in Sumeru.”

Is he even taking this seriously? His nonchalant air makes you think he doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation you’re getting yourselves into. He consistently interacts with his fans but maintains a respectful distance from them — you know he's capable of handling a life of fame.

But ever since you stepped onto the stage, the tabloids have followed you like a phantom — lurking in every corner and following your every move. Their eyes aren’t only set on you, though, but on every person associated with you. Scaramouche’s privacy has been invaded multiple times throughout your friendship with him, and he’s expressed his distaste for a life that's fully in the public eye in the past.

Why is he so determined to see this through?

“I doubt one editor-in-chief will be enough to influence the press,” you say.

“But she does control what stories get published,” he points out. “And if she approves articles about us being spotted together in public, it’ll be enough to get people talking.”

He has a point. Goddamn it, maybe he actually thought this through and this wasn’t just some half-assed plan he came up with at 2 a.m.

The two of you would have to set some rules, but that could come at a later date.

“Do we have a deal?” Scaramouche sticks out his hand.

“Yeah.” you take his hand and shake it. “We got a deal.”

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summary:

rule number one: don't fall in love.

rule number two: no one can know about the deal.

rule number three: keep physical affection limited to the public eye. no kissing under any circumstances.

rule number four: break up after you release your album.

easy enough to remember. oh, and remember to not break the rules okay?

author's notes:

sorry for being inactive lmao i got depressed for a hot minute

nah cause why is scarayn banter so much fun to write

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[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Waiting Game

Pairing: Hunter x reader Type: One shot Word count: ~3.2k Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI, Hunter’s POV, gn!reader, no reader name mentioned, swearing, unprotected sex, dirty talk, possessiveness, jealousy, Dom/sub if you squint, insults, alcohol, not proofread we die like clankas. If I missed any please let me know! This takes place after Skako Minor but before the Empire. 

Summary: How much longer can Hunter deny his feelings for you?

Hunter hates this fucking bar. 

Granted, he hates all bars, but for some reason 79s grates on him the worst. Maybe it’s the constant looks he and the rest of the squad get from the regs. Maybe it’s the same couple dozen songs the DJ insists on playing night after night after night. Maybe it’s the throng of too many people and too much technology and never enough alcohol.

He casts his awareness wide, using his heightened senses to keep tabs on his squad like he always does. It takes a moment or two longer than usual because of how much interference there is here, but finally he catches a ping on Crosshair in the ’fresher, Echo at another booth across the dancefloor, and you, at the bar getting another round. Wrecker, uncharacteristically, had elected to hang back at the barracks tonight.

Maybe, Hunter thinks, peering over the rim of his latest glass of cheap Chandrilan raava as just then you begin to saunter back to the booth, maybe he hates this place because you draw a different kind of look from the regs. 

He watches as a handful of regs near you nudge each other and nod in your direction, three of them leaning around each other to stare openly at your ass. Hunter curls his upper lip in distaste, but he knows better than to do anything right now. “Unprofessional,” Tech would call it, this flicker of anger burning in his chest. And besides, you’ve proven to him time and again you can handle yourself. 

“Hunter?” Tech’s voice to his left jolts Hunter out of his reverie. He blinks, turning to look at his brother.

“Did I miss something?”

Tech grimaces. “We were discussing the likelihood of receiving another Jedi escort on this next mission.”

“Right.” Hunter clears his throat and sets the glass back on the scuffed table. “Tech, really, I don’t see it happening again. General Skywalker accompanied us because Rex asked him to--not because he was ordered to.” 

“That is a fair assumption,” Tech states. “However, General Skywalker’s unusual tactics--”

“Oh, come on, boys, enough work for tonight!” There is a laugh in your voice as you shimmy into the booth with four shot glasses balanced precariously in your hands, the glowing blue liquid threatening to spill over. “We’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves here, not--” You gestured half-heartedly at the group “--discussing probabilities.” 

“I am inclined to agree,” Crosshair says as he slides into the booth as well. He reaches across the table and lifts one of the shots with deft fingers. “Loosen up, you two.” 

You shoot a smirk at Hunter as you push a shot towards him, then the third toward Tech, grabbing the last for yourself. Hunter wills his expression to remain neutral, unamused, yet he can’t help a quick glance down at your curved lips. 

“To a night off!” you toast, raising your shot. 

The three Batchers echo your statement, clinking all the glasses together before upending the glowing drink. Fruity and tangy, the liquid burns down Hunter’s throat and chases the lingering frustration away. 

Slamming his glass down, he shakes his head a little. “What in the Sith-blazing hells was that?” 

You laugh and shrug. “I asked for something fun.”

Hunter grunts in answer. He taps into his heightened senses again out of habit, making sure Echo is still in the bar. With a nod, Hunter relaxes as he picks out Echo’s personal electromagnetic frequency. 

You nudge Hunter’s elbow with yours. “Wanna dance, Sarge?” A smile plays with your lips, your eyes glinting in the multicolored lights flashing from the ceiling. 

He wants to say yes. He wants so kriffin’ badly to say yes. But your use of his title, however playful, reminds him of his duty. He is a soldier first. Maybe that’s all he is. 

“In a bit,” he says, as noncommittally as he can. 

The way your smile drops makes his heart squeeze. He downs the rest of the Chandrilan liquor to distract himself. 

“I’ll take that dance,” comes a familiar, yet unfamiliar voice. All the clones shared the same vocal range, but each of them carried a distinct way of talking that Hunter sometimes relied on to eavesdrop on regs’ conversations. Apparently, the tables have turned, as this one seems to have been listening in on yours. 

Hunter can only watch as you shoot him one last look before taking the reg’s outstretched hand, letting him pull you up out of the booth and towards the floor. Doing his best to conceal a heavy sigh, Hunter clenches his jaw. 

“You really need to step up, Sarge,” Crosshair drawls, a new toothpick dangling from his lips. “They’re not going to wait forever for you to move past your sense of ‘duty’.” Crosshair puts air quotes around the word, a sneer only too evident in his voice.

The music switches, a new bassline thrumming through the air. Hunter glares at his brother. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Cross levels a steady gaze at Hunter, clearly unimpressed. “You can lie to me, Hunt, but how long are you going to lie to yourself? How long are you going to lie to them?” For emphasis, he jabs toward the crowd with his toothpick, then rises and heads for the bar, leaving Hunter alone with Tech once more. 

Tech, for his part, has his nose dutifully buried in his datapad.

Hunter rolls his eyes. “I know you’re paying attention. Spit it out.”

With a frown, Tech pushes his goggles up his nose and sets the datapad in his lap. “I do not think you will appreciate my answer.”

Hunter snorts. “That’s enough of an answer, Tech. Want another drink?” 

“Hm. I suppose.”

Hunter learned almost from infancy to interpret Tech’s non-answers as answers, and scoots himself out of the booth accordingly, following Cross to the bar. 

What was keeping him from bending the rules for you? Plenty of the regs did it, even the other commanding officers. Gossip travels quickly among the ranks, even to a squad mostly outcast, so Hunter knows for sure that regs even as decorated as Cody and Rex have their share of tales.

The issue has plagued him since he first met you last year. You’d been one of the few, non-Jedi, non-clone personnel approved by the Senate to fight in the Clone Wars, and had spent much of the war to that point rotating between units, offering support where you could. Mostly reconnaissance and liaising with local populations, blending in where clones or even Jedi whose reputations preceded them could not. Then last year, you’d finally been assigned a mission with Clone Force 99. A simple liaison gig, a mission you’d carried out dozens of times before, and when it almost immediately went south-- Well. Hunter still remembers the vivid scene. You, blaster in hand, a dead clanker at your feet, a defiant look in your eye as you’d glanced up to meet Hunter’s gaze. 

He shakes himself out of the memory and orders another round of Chandrilan raavas for himself and Tech, waiting impatiently. He sternly gives himself the by-now robotic answer that this is different because you’re coworkers, not strangers. The answer feels hollow. He sighs.

The sooner you all could get out of this karking place, the better. 

Finally the bartender pushes two glasses across the bar and Hunter accepts them, depositing a handful of chump change as a tip, and wends his way through several groups of people back to the booth. Thankfully Tech hasn’t disappeared, and gratefully takes the fresh drink from Hunter. 

“Crosshair informed me that he will see us in the morning,” Tech says after a sip. “A Twi’lek woman in tow.”

A scowl tugs at Hunter’s face and then he’s rearranging his face into neutrality once more. “Thanks for the head’s up.” 

“Anytime.” 

Hunter shakes his head, disappointed, not for the first time, at his comparative inability to get drunk. Heightened senses meant a faster-working metabolism, which meant alcohol processed for him differently than any of the other clones. He’s on his fifth drink before he even begins to feel buzzed, and his dwindling credit supply does nothing to help his mood. 

Echo appears out of the crowd at some point and joins the two of them at their booth. He carries a glass of amber liquid--Hunter is surprised to note that it is the same glass Echo ordered when they first arrived. 

“Haven’t you had anything to drink?” 

Echo shrugs with one shoulder. “Don’t like how it makes me feel since... Well. You know.” 

“I’ll trade you.”

“Thanks, Hunter.” A tight-lipped smile graces Echo’s face. “Anyways. Where’s Cross? And our favorite spy?” 

“Crosshair left a bit ago,” Tech answers without looking up from his datapad. “I am unsure where our other crew member is.”

A burst of panic seizes Hunter. How long has it been since he last checked for them? Sitting up straighter, Hunter yet again reaches out with his senses, searching. Something like dread settles in his stomach as he continues to scan all the electromagnetic frequencies in this damn bar--but none of them match the frequency he associates with you. 

“Dank farrik!” 

Echo looks alarmed at Hunter’s outburst. “Everything good, Sarge?”

“No,” Hunter says, already shooing Echo out of the booth. “Can’t sense them. I’ll find them, and then we’re leaving. We have a mission in the morning.”

Neither Echo nor Tech protest as Hunter leaves. His mind has instantly jumped to the worst--kidnapped, mugged, drugged--and he struggles to keep his composure as his eyes scan the crowd as he moves through it. Not there. You’re not in the building anymore from what he can tell. 

Anxiety mounting, Hunter pushes through the throng and makes it to the front door. The pneumatic hiss is nearly lost in the noise of the bar, yet the kiss of fresh air that greets Hunter as he steps out has him sighing, eyes sliding shut for just a moment. Freedom. 

Stepping away from the entrance, Hunter ignores the ever-present hum of hovercraft, taxis, and other folks on this platform as he tries again to locate you through vibration alone. He’s never been able to explain it properly, but he’s been so attuned to you and the rest of the squad that this ability comes as second nature. 

There. To his left, he can feel the familiar frequency that is you. And...a second frequency, unfamiliar. 

Hunter frowns. He remains focused on your vibrations as he heads in your direction--and if he hadn’t been paying such close attention, he might have missed the way your frequency shifted, becoming more...frantic, excited, vibrant. He’s confused for a moment before realization strikes him like a blaster bolt to the chest. He’s felt this frequency shift from you before--late at night on the Marauder when he knows you think they’re all asleep when you get yourself off. 

He’s sprinting for the alleyway behind 79s. Brows furrowed and hands already clenched into fists, Hunter hopes beyond hope he’s wrong about his assumption--but as he rounds the corner, he catches sight of your familiar form against the grimy wall, and in front of you, the reg who’d claimed you for a dance earlier, clearly latched onto your neck. 

His ears ring. He swallows thickly against the sudden lump of pain and anger that’s formed in his throat. 

He must have made some small sound because he watches as your eyes fly open and meet his. Shock flits across your face, and then you’re pushing the reg away despite his protests. 

“C’mon, baby, don’t be like that, I wasn’t done--” 

“Well I am. Now beat it,” you say, not even looking at the reg. 

The man follows your gaze and sneers at Hunter. “That’s right; I forgot. You’re the freak whore.”

A few things happen simultaneously. Hunter registers you calling his name and urging him to ignore the comment, to forget it. He also catches the purposeful smirk on the reg’s face as he spits at your feet and tries to walk away, but that means walking past Hunter. And lastly, Hunter recognizes the burning emotion in his chest for what it is: jealousy. Possessiveness. 

“I’ll give you one chance, reg, to take that back,” Hunter says, his voice clipped, fists balled at his sides. 

The reg continues to walk forward. “I said what I said.” 

Hunter swings. The blow lands, sending the reg stumbling. Dull pain blossoms in Hunter’s knuckles, but it feels good. 

“Fucking freak,” the reg snarls, and darts in the opposite direction, further down the alleyway, without even a second glance at you. 

Hunter watches him go, memorizing his electromagnetic signature, just in case. 

“Hunter.” Your voice draws his eyes away from the vanishing figure. He meets your gaze and immediately deflates, shoulders slumping, rocking back onto one heel. 

“I’m- I’m sorry.” He shakes his head. “That was...unprofessional of me.” 

He wonders at the annoyance that flashes over your face. 

“Did you ever think that maybe I want you to be unprofessional with me?” you ask. You take a tentative step closer, and when Hunter doesn’t flinch away, you stride to him, peering up into his eyes. “Has it never occurred to you that I might feel the same way, Sarge?”

Hunter bites back a laugh, not daring to let that tight possessiveness in his chest take over. “We work together. We can’t--”

“I don’t give a kark what we can’t do,” you say, eyes flashing with that same defiance that made him fall for you in the first place. “Say the word, and I’ll ask for a reassignment, because I can’t keep doing this, Hunter.”

His earlier panic returns. “Reassignment? Are you- why would you- you can’t!”

“I can,” you say calmly, but your heartbeat betrays you. This close, he can feel nearly every electrical impulse your brain creates. Right now, your heart is beating hard and fast against your ribs, a state of upset matching his thrumming through your body. 

He hesitates, still fighting his sense of duty, but the thought of losing you is a stronger impulse. “Please don’t. I can’t be without you, cyare.” 

He sees you squint for a moment at the unfamiliar word, then sees the spark of hope that his words have kindled in your eyes. 

“Then karking kiss me, Hunter. Please.”

He groans, and then he’s pulling you in with a hand behind your head, leaning down, and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. 

The sensation explodes in him. His brain has shut down, yet he can still feel everything: the softness of your lips, the warmth of your skin, the smell of your soap lingering on your skin, the nearly silent moan deep in your chest. He pulls away, but one of your hands tangles in his hair, scratching at his scalp--his knees tremble--and you’re yanking him flush against you. Your soft edges to his hard planes, your quiet moans mingling, his head swimming with sensations. 

When you part, both of you are panting and flushed. With half-lidded eyes, he watches as you trail a hand down to lace your fingers with his. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

The words are quiet, but he can hear them just fine. His dick twitches in his pants.

“Kriff, cyare. Here?”

You nod and, tugging him by the hand, lead him deeper into the alleyway. “Need you right now.”

A possessive flare spreads through him and he hears himself speaking before his brain catches up: “I’ll ruin you so good you’ll never want to fuck a reg again.”

The choked moan that escapes you is music to his ears. 

“Yes, Sarge.”

He hums, finally taking charge and spinning you around to press your chest against the brick wall, just past a halo of light from a streetlamp. You gasp as he yanks your pants down, baring your ass to him, and he groans. Your skin is smooth beneath his hand, impossibly soft.

“Gonna fuck you until you can’t stand, understood?”

You nod, lips parted as you pant. 

He slips one hand to your front to work you up, and growls appreciatively to find you already ready for him. 

“Use your words, pretty little thing.”

“Fuck. Yes, Sarge, please, Sarge, ruin me.”

“That’s better.”

He withdraws from you just long enough to work his pants open and slip his cock out, giving it a few experimental pumps. He considers spitting in his hand to help lube him up, but a better thought occurs to him. Holding one hand to your mouth, he orders, “Suck.”

You greedily accept all his fingers into your wet mouth, moaning sinfully around the digits as he curses under his breath. If he’d known you’d be this willing and pliant for him, maybe he would have given in months ago. Then again, maybe not. Maybe the waiting is what has made this worth it. 

When he feels you’ve wet his fingers enough, he removes them from your mouth with a pop! and uses your spit to lube his dick. Then he’s pushing into you almost immediately, too impatient now to wait any longer. You hiss, face contorting, and he stills when he bottoms out, letting you both adjust. Leaning his head back, he closes his eyes and breathes slowly through his nose, trying not to finish already. But you’re so tight around him, so warm, and when you keen a needy, “Please fuck me,” it’s all he can do to not bust right then and there. 

“I’m not gonna last long,” he warns, and you just moan. 

Slowly dragging himself out of your tight heat, you both groan at the feeling before he snaps his hips against your ass. He drops his head against your shoulder blade and bites as he sets a languid pace, relishing in the noises you’re making for him, in the way you tighten around his dick when he licks your skin, in the warmth that settles in his chest now. He reaches around you again and between his hand and his cock, he can feel you coming undone under him not long after. 

“That’s it, cyar’ika, just like that.”

You bite your lip to keep from moaning too loud as you clench around him. He works you through your high, pulling away only when your moans turn to whimpers, oversensitive. Then he’s picking up the pace, chasing his own orgasm like a man starved.

“Mine,” he growls with every thrust. “Mine, mine, mine.”

“Yours,” you whimper in answer. “Oh, kriff, Hunter! Only yours.” 

That’s what has him coming undone. He pulls out of you and squeezes your hips as he curses, groaning your name as ropes of cum paint the swell of your ass. The sight is truly something to behold, and dimly he thinks he’ll have to ask Tech how to modify his helmet so he can record things privately. Another thing for another time. Right now, as the shocks of pleasure subside from his body, he peers up through eyelashes to meet your gaze. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that,” you say, a soft smile on your face. 

“I was about to say the same,” Hunter says, tucking himself back into his pants and using the hem of his shirt to wipe off his seed from your skin.

“Next time,” you say when he’s done, pulling your pants up, “don’t wait so long.”

He can only chuckle as he tucks you against his side, leading you back towards the platform to hail a ride back to the barracks. 

[bellsxwriting]

٠ ࣪⭑ KARMA.- Scaramouche x reader

｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ 20 . Wish you were sober

A/N.- This is a long one so strap in bitches

You arrived at the party, sightly tipsy from pre-drinks, Hu Tao, Lumine and Ayaka stumbling behind you. You buzz the doorbell and before you had time to think the door was sung open, 

“Ladies, and Y/N, looking good!” Childe smiles, “Come on in~” He pulls you inside and loud music already harass you ear drums, you werent drunk enough for this. You follow everyone inside, heading to the kitchen to see Venti, Kaveh and Xiao standing together, “Hello boys,” You giggled, reaching towards the bottle of wine Kaveh was holding, “And you brought me a gift. Love you Kav~” You wink before taking a large swig of the drink, Kaveh went to complain before another bottle was pushed into his hands by venti and he gave him a look, as if to say let them drink it moron. You looked around at the tightly packed apartment, 

“More people than last time, seems Childe made some friends” Venti giggles at this comment as you continue to look around, and there stood in the corner, with a red solo cup in his hand was Scaramouche. He looked pissed off with everything around him and was definitely forced to be here. You look away nervously, you knew you were gonna talk to him tonight. You just needed a lot more liquid courage. You continued to talk in the little group for a while, eventually being joined by both Ayaka and Yoimia who looked…closer than normal. Before you could comment there was a tap on your shoulder, as you turned your stomach dropped, 

“Y/N, Hello darling…fancy seeing you here” Wearing tight leather pants and a baggy white top, Kaeya smiled at you. 

“Kaeya…what a nice surprise, I haven't seen you since…last time” You grimace slightly. 

“Oh right, that was sure a fun party. How about I make you a drink?”

“Sure, you half-heartedly agreed, moving away with Kaeya further into the kitchen, not noticing the annoyed eyes that followed your every move. 

After an hour of talking with Kaeya you were feeling comfortably drunk…well enough to have your filter gone and one goal in mind. You brush your hand against his shoulder, looking into the corner where Scaramouche was. “How about we finish this later, I have a…friend…I really need to see” You push slightly past him and strut off before he can even comment. You first headed to the corner where he use to be, seeing he wasn't there your next stop was to check outside, on the balcony. Lo and behold the man was looking over the city, cup on the ground and cigarette firmly in his hands. 

“Hey,” You stood next to him, reaching into your bag to pull out a pack of Marlboro golds, taking the cigarette out and lighting it. He glanced over at you, before looking straight on.

“Didnt think you smoked” You giggled,

“Only when drunk.” You leaned your head on his shoulder and he shrugged it off, you made a gasping sound before he threw his smoked cigarette off of the side. 

“I don't know what fucking game you're playing Y/N, but if you're going to act like a cheap whore maybe don't do it to everyone at the party…ok? 

What. The. Fuck. 

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Previous . Next . Masterlist

Summary.- It’s been over 10 years since you last saw Kunikuzushi, back then he had blocked everyone and disappeared without a trace. Now, you’re in your second year of the Akademiya University. But what happens when a certain someone appears from your past, and now, with an entirely new personality?

A/N.- Thats the end of part two! One more to go <3

Taglist <3

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i full heartedly believe that the ending for the dsmp wasn’t what like, a vast majority of people had planned.

tubbo stated he didn’t like amnesia endings and starting over and it felt like a cop out and i believe he said he had other plans. like two weeks before the finale he said he and tommy had tried to end it for months but a particular person wouldn’t get back to them.

tommy had just gone on a rant about how awful cdream was and how people who are apologists for him just don’t make sense and he said verbatim he was an abusive character and then like a week later we got that ending

not only was it incredibly rushed, but these people had said months before that plans they had for their endings would be good. tommy said ctommy deserved a good ending and that so did chat. wilbur said the same thing about his character.

they talked before about how bad it’d be for characters who went through the specific depictions of abuse and trauma to not get at least a decent ending.

and of course in real life not all things end well, but when you have a story about a kid being abused in nearly every way a person can be, end up coming to an ‘understanding’ with his abused and then dying alone with him, it’s not a good message for fans who, if you remotely even step foot onto the fandom space on twitter or tiktok, clearly can’t understand that that was wrong.

there is no excuse, not one, for someone to abuse or hurt or harm another person, and there shouldn’t be a moment of understanding. not to mention c!dream’s final reasoning being he just wanted it to be how ‘things used to be’ is complete and utter bullshit. if that was his goal since the beginning, he wouldn’t have hurt his friends like he did. he on numerous occasions straight up said they meant nothing to him or he very actively used them for personal gain and didn’t bat an eye. if he’d wanted things to go back, he could’ve relented and gone and lived with his friends who’d literally made their very own space all to themselves, he could’ve forgotten about everything else.

exile was not a step in that direction. nor was doomsday, or fuck november 16th.

cdream egged techno on in chat on november 16th to set off the withers.

he used an revive book to experiment and torture people to ‘understand death’. he assisted in doomsday purely for enjoyment and to break tommy and effectively kill l’manberg, only to tell tommy at the end of it all that he’s doing it because it’s ‘fun’ and their story has only ‘just begun’. or did we forget about in the prison when he wanted tommy to be his lab rat and be immortal with him, to be someone he could kill and revive over and over. ‘wanted things back to normal’ who spat in the face of anyone who every offered him forgiveness and a chance and actively betrayed them anyway.

bullshit. it was an ending tacked on where it seems the only people who genuinely enjoyed it were people who thought tommy was the bad guy in the story because he was annoying. it was also awfully convenient for the story to wrap up with the ending of understanding an abuser and giving cdream a sympathic reasoning for all of his truly heinous actions in the heat of a controversy that dream himself was in which featured accusations of him taking advantage of the power imbalance he has with fans and messaging underage people online genuinely the announcement for the small ending marathon came out days after that came to light.

and cwilbur, oh cwilbur. ccwilbur had gone on about the importance of the stories we tell and the themes he shared. he said he might not be able to promise a happy ending but he could at least a bittersweet one, or one that wasn’t bad.

but then we had the ‘apology’ streams where almost all of them had him apologize for things he genuinely wasn’t at fault for, such as the ‘betraying technoblade’ bs, don’t get me started on that one, or everything involving phil who was textbook definition neglectful of his son, which according to both their characters seemed to happen well into c!wilbur’s youth.

you had him apologize to eret for… what? being betrayed and being murdered and holding a grudge? and yeah they came to a half assed ‘we were both wrong’ conclusion. need i mention that the person who claimed to help with eret’s part of the script was very very much antil’manberg.

over and over wilbur apologized and got shit on

he had a few good moments with tommy but then he just fucking left. he found out about exile and had such intense feelings that he wanted to kill dream himself, but settled for a trick and apology to tommy and left him there on the beach with some lighthearted jokes. suddenly forgetting that if dream really cared about the discs he would’ve stopped when he had them before. utah, fucking utah, which is an ending i wouldn’t even mind if after the fact we weren’t told it’s an ‘allegory for death’ and that somehow any backstory his character had (knowing tommy long before the smp, growing up with and playing in snow and sword fighting ) is suddenly gone because he was an adult when he was suddenly transported to the smp. all of any sort of prior history we had before is gone. and he’s become a stranger.

and utah wouldn’t be a bad ending if it had something else with it, or if it didn’t mean that wilbur just gave up to forget everyone, or allegory for death died anyway, or whatever it’s supposed to mean now. it could’ve been made bittersweet, i could come up with so many ways that his character could’ve ended without any grand ending, how it could’ve ended in a whisper but still fit.

and GHOSTBUR. what so half of wilbur’s soul is stuck in a separate dimension to suffer for all eternity because the gods abandoned the world. well, save for one god who only rescued one maybe two people from limbo because they were friends with her husband. she couldn’t do that to half her son’s soul, or done that earlier in limbo no. only now, when it meant so much to her husband who doesn’t even really care about his son to begin with.

but i’m meant to sit here and accept that everything ended they way it did when months and months before they talked about these characters being beloved and getting endings they needed and that they deserved, giving chat and viewers the endings they deserved, only for it to very suddenly be rushed with an announcement for ‘season two’ and all the hype of that, which isn’t going to happen and we could tell wasn’t going to happen long before it was even properly announced, and everyone had to go go go wrap up. and i get it they need to move on from the dream smp, they’re doing other things right now that are frankly, really cool.

but i personally think that if that was the case, and they were tired and bored and couldn’t get people to get online at certain times, that they could’ve written out all they had planned, said they wouldn’t be able to complete it in full but here is what we wanted to do, and send it

with as much love for that server as they seemed to have.

it just. those endings were so rushed. and they joke about it. and they talk about how they wanted to do things differently. and they talk and it just.

i don’t know what i’m trying to say anymore i’m just so distraught and hearing that we can’t even have a sucky ending have ambiguity for it being good or bad, and now it’s just ‘oh yeah that escape this character made? it was an allegory for death’ its bs and it sucks it sucks.

i’ve watched these characters since the start. i never missed a strea i watched multiple perspectives. i’ve watched everything and i’ve not forgotten details that these creators seem to and it feels like they crumbled up their characters and shoved them in a drawer to forget about after spending so long writing up these grand and frankly beautiful stories. it’s a novel with an ending chapter that is only a page. it’s a novel with footnotes for an epilogue and it feels so bad.

i still love the story, i love the characters, and there were faults all along in the story but those were nothing but blemishes opposed to the absolute black out ending that meant nothing.

[nuwanders]

tagged by @dirty-bosmer and @mareenavee (thank you both!) to take part in this tag game. had a lot of fun with this one-- was just the push i needed to get me back in the zone of longfic writing. timing couldn't have been better! :')

not sure who has yet to have been tagged, but tagging @wispstalk @creaking-skull @ervona @gilgamish @profanetools @lucien-lachance @oblivionposting and @stormbeyondreality

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

“So you really weren’t joking,” she said at last, putting the letter to one side. “The emperor. By the gods. No-one’s dared assassinate an emperor of Tamriel for two hundred years.” Mathyas scoffed. “Because it famously went so well for us last time.”

From Chapter 30 of King and Lionheart, Journey's End

A line from your fic that makes you sad

She found the opening to her tent with some difficulty and dropped like a stone onto her bedroll, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. She wanted to scream, gods, she wanted to Shout. But she just lay there in silence and wept. Anger like this was more than any frail mortal body could be expected to take.

From Chapter 28 of King and Lionheart, The Silence Has Been Broken. jórunn my baby gorl :'(

A line from your fic you're proud of

The blackness evaporated away from the light, revealing dozens of chalk-white, bloated figures clinging to the inside of the pit, humanoid in shape but so spider-like in movement, crawling over the walls towards them. Their withered mouths and hollow eye sockets gaped like inkwells from the milk-white flesh of their faces.

From Chapter 20 of King and Lionheart, Under Saarthal (Part II)

A line for your fic you think could have been better

Too many "[They] were silent for a moment"s to count. Still haven't found a good alternative to this-- sometimes people are just silent ;-;

However the title for worst line in the fic goes without a doubt to this:

A low whispering sound filled the air.

like gorl.... :/ i'm not even going to say what chapter this was from. It's been edited out, but it haunts me to this day. A low whispering sound filled the air... god.

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

“Am not,” Cassathra pouted, half-heartedly shoving him away. But J’zargo just laughed, then pushed some hair away from her neck. “And oh, what is this?” he teased. “Been having some fun with the pretty half-elf, hm?” “Stop it,” said Cassathra, self-consciously pulling her hair back over her neck. It was a relief that it was now long enough to do so. “J’zargo would say he told you so, but that would be cruel. So how was it? Did she teach you how to sing? How to dance the horizontal jig? Did she practise her—” “Stop it,” Cassathra snapped. “I mean it.”

From Chapter 31 of King and Lionheart, Hitting The Books. I love J'zargo with all my heart, to be clear-- but he can be Much sometimes

A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'

“That’s alright,” Raydrin murmured. He longed to be holding her again, longed for so many things, and his heart ached with the effort it took not to reach out and just squeeze her waist. But Jórunn had apologised—had forgiven him—and he trusted her enough to know that she meant it when she said she would tell him the truth. That was all he could ask for.

Also from Chapter 28, The Silence Has Been Broken. ;-;

A line from your fic that's full of symbolism

The two large, fleshy sacks of the spider’s jaw parted and began to chew on the dissolving creature, tearing it apart and slurping it up. His stomach turned as the threads of cobweb fell away, revealing brown fur and the remains of a small mammal, possibly a rabbit or a hare.  Mathyas stayed there and watched until there was nothing left of it but the bones.

From Chapter 22, Whispers on the Grapevine.

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

“Oh, how the ape-queen does dance into clever Reynard’s snare,” he sang. “You should take Cicero’s cap, mistress, for you’d make a better fool—”

From Chapter 30, Journey's End. Like @mareenavee I had to really fight the urge to use Raydrin's "Ash yams-- boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew" line for this, but that one is maybe just a bit too on the nose. There are actually three Easter eggs in the line above, of varying levels of obscurity-- please do let me know if you recognize any!

A line from your fic that's shocking

“We’re serving a particularly good vintage of Surilie collequiva,” said Malborn. “If milord is in the mood for a red.”

From Chapter 26, Diplomatic Immunity (Part I). It's not particularly shocking without context... but iykyk

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

Velothi theology is far simpler, or at least, it runs that way in Redoran circles; our freedom of will is considered self-evident, for though the gods may interfere in our Nirnly affairs (as our own Mephala is wont to do), the very fact they are able to do so speaks to the nature of fate as a malleable thing.

From Man Amongst Gods: A Chronicle of the Last Dragonborn.

ASK ME ABOUT VELOTHI PHILOSOPHY ASK ME ABOUT VELOTHI PHILOSOPHY ASK ME ABOUT VELOTHI PHILOSOPHY ASK ME ABOUT--

[lilylovessev]

forbidden || bella x snape

Bellatrix Lestrange was wildly humiliated.

“Cissy, please do not involve yourself in this. This is my marriage.”

“Look at you,” her sister snapped, eyes wide in shock. “You are certainly not weak, Bella. If a man has managed to do something like this to you, it has become a problem.”

She laughed tiredly, shaking her head dismissively, “This is just... foreplay for us.” She winced as Cissy dabbed a particularly painful spot with the healing salve. 

“That’s not funny, not in the slightest.” 

She sighed, shrugging defeatedly, “There’s nothing that I can say to reassure you, Cissy. I’m married to him and that’s that. You know that Mummy and Daddy wouldn’t have wanted this strife.” She arched a brow, “Don’t make such an unnecessary fuss, not in front of everyone. I can just about handle myself without causing a scene.” 

“Really? Since when have you learned the fine art of self-awareness? You always make a bloody unnecessary fuss.”

“Oooooh, ouch,” Bella laughed light-heartedly. “Don’t be such an arse with me, Cissy, it isn’t very becoming for a girl quite as lovely as you.”

She then moved to stand up, before downing the glass of champagne that she’d picked up on the way in. 

It had been a while since she’d spent time with her little sister. Cissy was freshly married, full of the joys of it, and an absolute pain in the arse. She just looked so... so happy. Although, she was convinced that Cissy would never truly appreciate just how lucky she was. She couldn’t stand Lucius Malfoy, but at least she loved him. She had been able to marry for love, not just esteem. She didn’t know what their marriage was truly like though, nor whether anyone else was involved just yet. There were lots of people involved in her marriage, and had been since the day that it had happened.

She started to walk out of the room, turning back to look at the blonde, “I protect you. You have no need to protect me.” She nodded, as if reassuring herself, before leaving the room. She walked out into the party, fully aware of the pointed, curious glances in her direction. 

She rolled her eyes, “What?” She snapped at someone caught in the crossfire. She grabbed another glass of champagne, taking a swig as she looked around, knowing that not one of these people had room to judge her marriage. She’d arrived in a state, arguing with Rodolphus about one of his whores, looking like this. It had been a mess. Lucius had, of course, immediately turned on her; she was the problem, the one making the scene. As always. Bella, the troublecauser. Oh, she would quite happily own that label. She rather liked causing trouble, but it riled her up that a man would be so quick to blame a woman merely for being the loudest in the room.

She laid her gaze on one of her fellow party-goeers, smirking to herself. 

Little Severus Snape. 

One of their Dark Lord’s finest new protégés. 

Oh, wasn’t he in for an absolute treat? He was good, she could give him that, but she hadn’t seen much of him yet.

She made an immediate beeline for him; always finding the person in the room who would probably like her the least, in order to thoroughly wind them up. She stood alongside him, not saying a word for a few moments, before then turning to stare at him. 

“You spend an awful lot of time here, don’t you?” She took a sip of her drink, “Do you have nowhere else to be? No-one else?” It was fun to be cruel. It wasn’t quite so fun to be kind. She liked riling people up, it always brought the best out of them. She enjoyed seeing how far that people could be pushed before cracking. It was a good sign of their endurance. She tilted her head slightly, before moving to stand directly in front of him, staring into his eyes, “You don’t speak much, do you?” She laughed, before narrowing her eyes,  and leaning right into him... “Boo.” She poked his shoulder, giggling before backing off, rolling her eyes as she turned to walk away.

[lunarrolls]

hiii luna hiii you said for the ask game we could do dnd characters so if you want to, the Wish spell with Alden and Perle?

elysium you little shit. giving me the ultimate angst spell with my silly little blorbos. well TOO BAD. nobody’s casting wish even though there’s definitely a timeline in my mind in which that scenario becomes real BUT you can have some pre-campaign shenanigans because i Do Love Them So Much,

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Wish is a 9th level conjuration spell on the sorcerer and wizard spell lists.

Wish is the mightiest spell a mortal creature can cast. By simply speaking aloud, you can alter the very foundations of reality in accord with your desires.

The basic use of this spell is to duplicate any other spell of 8th level or lower. You don’t need to meet any requirements in that spell, including costly components. The spell simply takes effect.

•

Perle sits draped over Alden’s windowsill. He’s engaged in some crafty new thing, probably homework, but that’s alright—Perle’s an expert at talking to the air, and Alden’s an expert at half-listening in a wonderful way that never makes her feel belittled. It’s part of why she likes him so much.

“Sage?” Perle asks, kicking her legs back and forth. “Saaaage?”

“Mm,” Alden responds, not looking up from their work. “What’s that?”

“Elle told me,” Perle says conspiratorially, “that there’s some crazy magic out there. And she would know, right? She’s got all that—that weird—well, you know. I’ve told you about Elle, right?”

“Mhm,” Alden says, fiddling with something very small in the contraption set on his worktable. 

“Right, well, today, her ballad—I actually got to sit in the audience this time and really listen to what she was saying rather than having to perform alongside her with those lights I just learned, and the lyrics! They were so mystical, almost heroic! Absolutely gorgeous, in my book. So I asked her where she got the inspiration.”

Perle grins, flopping onto his back to stare up at the small crescent of starlight that’s just barely visible from Alden’s window. “She said that her mother and her mother’s mother and so on and so forth—all that shit, the generational stuff, you get it—passed on stories of great magical prowess, of a spell so powerful, it could reshape reality. She said that the spell plucks a star from the sky and forces it to grant you a wish. The caster has to wrangle a star into submission, Sage, that’s—that’s fucking crazy, right?”

Alden actually looks up at that, considering their words. “I think I’ve heard of something like that. Vaguely. Obviously, it’s banned in Piltover—“

“—right, this definitely happened outside Piltover, even before the undercity was here,” Perle adds, nodding along.

“Yeah, yeah, but… I think it’s taught, still. At least, its existence is. It’s probably just a fable, anyway. There’s no way magic like that exists out there.”

“Right, right,” Perle half-heartedly agrees. “But, you know, it’s fun to think about. Like, if you had a wish like that, what would you do?”

Alden pauses, staring thoughtfully off into the distance. “Um, I’m not sure. That’s kind of a big ask, isn’t it? The kind of power to reshape reality… seems like I’d be a waste of a caster to have that.”

Perle frowns and sits up abruptly. “I don’t think so. You’re the most capable caster I’ve ever seen. You could run Hextech yourself, probably better than—“

“Oh, come on, Perle,” Alden scoffs, leaning back. “Don’t be rude.”

Perle relishes in the brief excitement in his chest at Alden using his new name. It’s been a long, long time since he was anyone but Abalone to anyone, even his mothers. He can’t remember a time he’d been anything different, actually, and it felt… good, personal, intimate, friendly, safe, to have a name just for trusted people. 

“I wouldn’t be rude to two random rich bastards if you weren’t mean to yourself,” Perle mumbles, crossing their arms. “But whatever. If I had a wish, I’d use it—well, actually… hm.”

“See? It’s hard!”

“I don’t know nearly as much magic as you do, that’s not fair!” Perle pouts. “And I can’t cast water magic with my hands at will, Perle,” Alden points out gently. “You’re also not allowed to be mean to yourself.”

“One day, one of us will be powerful enough to get a wish, and when that day comes, we’ll figure out what we want,” Perle decides. “Until then, we gotta think about it.”

Alden gives her a half-smile that indicates they don’t really believe her, but they definitely want to. “Sure.”

[derelictheretic]

Wip sometime!

I've been tagged in a few wip days but most recently tagged by @adelaidedrubman, @ishwaris, @strafethesesinners and @natesofrellis ty <333

Sending tags out to @viktor-sinclaire @englass @aceghosts @henbased @florbelles @shellibisshe @shallow-gravy @beemot @socially-awkward-skeleton @clicheantagonist @thomrainer @deputyash @unholymilf @redreart

I have not been writing a ton atm, doing all the october prompts wiped me out but I have some small things to share!!

Very small sneak peak at a Charmeine third bday fic that's in the works bc it's comin up soon 🥺💕

John had been counting down the minutes, unable to sleep due to his excitement. It was ten minutes to midnight, ten minutes until Charmeine's third birthday. The toddler was tucked in between Dean and himself, currently curled against Dean with one of her small hands clutching onto a handful of his hair. John gently petted her head, her light brown hair soft as silk under his palm. He could barely believe it had been three years, it still felt like they brought her home for the first time a week ago.

Well, she was much bigger than she was then, he remembers when he was able to tuck her small body against him with one arm. Not that he held her like that often, she'd been a wriggly one since she took her first breath and two arms were always advised when carrying her. Not everyone took that advisery under consideration, Jacob had constantly given John grey hairs with how haphazardly he carried his niece.

More of the single dad au, this time with a fun lil conversation about mortuary work bc I was watching a lot of playthroughs of the mortuarys assistant

Caleb laughs as Dean flops down on the couch, stretching out and resting his back over Caleb's legs. He lets out a dramatic sigh of content as he gets comfortable, Caleb trying to hold back his giggling as he bats at his dad's side.

"Is it just me or did the couch get bumpier?" Dean asks, eyebrows pulled tight together as he shimmies in place. Caleb rolls his eyes as Dean grins, playfully nudging Caleb's stomach with his elbow.

"Dad!" Caleb groans half heartedly, the grin on his face giving him away as he swats Dean's arm away. Dean chuckles and rests his arms down, opening his mouth to say something when the sound of quick footsteps interrupts. Charmeine jumps up and bodyslams on top of him before he can get a word out; earning a loud burst of laughter from Caleb.

"Oomf—hello sweetie," Dean coughs as Charmeine clambers up on him, sitting on his stomach and holding her hands up. Dean lifts his hands up and allows Charmeine to play a one sided game of paddy cake as she beams down at him.

"Daddy, do you want to hear what I learned today?"

"Of course I do angel, what did you learn?"

"Annie's daddy makes dead people pretty for funerals," Charmeine relays, continuing slapping Dean's hands and clapping along to a tune in her head. Caleb makes a sound akin to a scoff as both he and Dean look at her with their mouths fallen open in shock.

"Oh... Delightful!" Dean says after a moment of silence, glancing at Caleb who just shakes his head in disbelief.

"She says she gets to put makeup on them." Charmeine adds and Caleb repeats the sound he made before much less subtly.

"Is that allowed?" He asks, looking down at Dean who squints up at the ceiling in thought, before pursing his lips and shrugging gently.

And as always I have art wips coming out the wazoo, have a sneak peak at the 3 most recent ones <3

[fujunfuren]

[re: cheer up]

I thought Yoomin was dead. I loved her scenes before she actually showed up. The scene where she gets hit by the light and the scene where (in ep1 or ep2) Jung Woo goes to his office, sees her, the sound of squeaky door and boom she gets hit again... I loved the edit of these two. In terms of suspense, these two and the ending of ep1 were great to me (sound effects and video editing were good👍) and made me excited about the potential death issue. But not anymore. Now I'm unexcitedly waiting for immature/jealous villain(s) to be revealed so that we can move on. :D

Romance is a bit rushed, too. I wasn't comfortable with the captain taking her out to for a drink as an apology (I loved how she was staring at him on the bus stop tho~~~). I'd be totally okay if there was no romance. I think he is fine as a captain and being so already inspires Dae Yi a lot. Crush is cute, too. Finally she has something that flutters her heart-- other than food and money. Mutual feelings would follow a bit later. But now they're at it, I want to see Jung Woo to fully accept and have feelings, I'm curious~~

I'm also curious about how he will handle the policy issue. Please, writers, don't make it boring.

About Dae Yi's brother... Wow, he is a hidden gem :D Hope to see him more! My guess is that she had a call from her mother about his brother and she rushed outside for him (though she didn't look much stressed when Jung Woo finally found her). We'll see tomorrow.

There are too many jealous and immature people in this drama, it gets boring. Especially, Min Jae. The character doesn't have to be made this annoying. I feel upset about it. He probably will a have ~redemption~ through socializing and receiving love etc. But yeah, still boring.

The twins! I like So Yoon, her random comments and English! :D She also looks like she needs a bit more socializing like Min Jae (but doesn't throw tantrums -_-). I can't wait to see more about her story.

See, there is a lot to discuss!

Buddyyyyyyyyy 🌻😘

look at you going off with all the details. obviously you pay more attention and use more brains than me and I love that for you! I'm just watching it, head empty lolol. First off , thank you for all these cos it does reminded me of scenes that I put behind the back of my head.

That first 2 eps of showing yoomin and the spooky vibes got me but then they keep saying she never contacted so I was like oh she's not dead yet and knew she was gonna appear somehow to either be added for suspense or the boring route would be to be a love rectangle now (?) lmao.

I think the romance part is okay for me, pace wise haha. We know jungwoo doesnt like her in that way yet, he cares and worries for her a lot. So yes! curious to see how he'll embrace it when he's sure he likes her likes her hehehe. generally im not that fond of the drinking culture there, but it is their culture and seems like drinking solves all issues in dramas hahha.

Same! I think she received a call from her mom about her brother injured, nothing too serious since she was calm when jungwoo found her. but i wanna know her brother's story! hope they showed more. we have 16 eps more than ample time lol.

Minjae is a petty child, sunbae is annoying hahahha i am curious to know who is the suspicious person tho. But I hope it's not dragged half heartedly till the very end. i dont have high hopes, i just wish it would stay fun until then.

The twins are cute! very rare for a drama to make sure every character they introduced to have a nice coverage of their arcs :\ so we'll see~~

[z3nitsusgf]

Haii!! :D uh- i’m not used to asking for stuff like this- but can i have kenma with an overstimulation, degrading and cock warming>///<

I love imagining sitting on kenma’s lap while he’s streaming, then Y/N starts teasing him so Kenma rails them while playing or at least trying to play

i’m an absolute kenma simp and i’ve read all the stuff i can find :(

If this makes you uncomfortable in any way you don’t have to do this!! I’d feel really bad T^T

Sorry sorry I probably said too much, have fun writing!!! Remember to stay hydrated :D

Yes of course, baby!! You did great, no worries it was perfect <3 and it doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all! If you wanna know my rules check out the Navi page for “no shoes, no shirt, no service” that’ll tell you what I’m comfy with and not.

Kenma x mreader ( 𝙥𝙩. 𝙩𝙬𝙤 )

Warnings: cockwarming, overstim, degradation, exhibitionism (he makes you sit on his dick on stream), amab reader and he/him pronouns, little bit of mean Kenma

Tags: @diamond-3

“Stay still. Unless you want me to fuck you like a whore in front of everyone.”

It’s whispered into your ear, tone laced with an edge that makes it hard for you to stifle a whine. You can see yourself in the tiny window on his monitor screen. All cozied up on the gamers lap like a sweet boy, wearing his hoodie with your head tucked in his neck.

To the viewers, it simply looks like he’s whispering sweet nothings to his lover. And he keeps it up with a small barely-there smile and a kiss to the cheek, as if he didn’t just threaten to expose your ass being stuffed to thousands of people.

It’s hard to see the way he’s got you sat on his cock, gummy walls pulping around his length as he smashes the keyboard with lithe fingers. The darkness of the room only illuminated by his LED lights that flicker neon colors around his desk. They can’t see that below the camera your thighs are sticking to his shorts as you drip down his lap, and that he’s deep and throbbing inside you so much that it aches a bit. Dick bobbing along your navel as you close your eyes and focus on not moaning out.

Kozume streams for hours on end - this you know and yet, decided to sneak into his game room and slip on his lap before he started the stream, whining you were bored. Playing with strands oh his hair and mouthing at his neck, tugging at his strings until he sighed and pulled you onto him. He’d warned you before, poke the tiger and you get mauled. And so he let you shimmy his cock from his briefs, let you sit on his cock and clamp around his length as you moaned on his desk.

But instead of grabbing your hips and thrusting into you - he simply told you to “Be good for once and try not to act like a desperate slut.” Wrapped an arm around your waist and hauled you up, and pressed that square red button that let him go live to all his fans. And the mortification of being speared on his cock in front of thousands of unsuspecting people made you hard beyond belief.

With his big headphones on his ears, and his streaky blonde hair tied back from his face you could do nothing but wait. Feeling the slow burn on your inevitable orgasm creep up on you, and it was worse when he shifted in his chair, lifting his hips up to scoot forward or back, his cock would move an inch and yet it felt like he’d slam home. Rubbing against that spot inside you as you swear the room blurs and the lights bleed together. He’s doing it on purpose, you know that and so does he.

You don’t know how he was so good at keeping a poker face, mouth set in a straight line as he focused whole heartedly on the game before him - what was it? You can’t remember even though it’s right in front of your face, not when your tummy spasms and you curl your face into his neck as you cum as quietly as you can on his lap. Spurting small rivulets onto your thigh as you twitch on top of him.

And Kenma cums too when he feels you clench so tightly around his cock that he looses, game displaying the characteristic GAME OVER, and he’s clicking his teeth. He feels you shudder under him, and he’s giving you a sideways glance. You fucked up.

“Aw, ‘r ya tired?” He coos down at your face still smushed against his neck, kissing your temple as if he’s not subtly reaching a hand down to swipe at the head of you cock, pressing two fingers to the head and rubbing the traces of your cum over the slit, dragging your bliss out even longer. Your cheeks are hot he notes, sweat beading along your hairline as you subtly pant against his skin. He’ll admit, you’re doing so good not to scream when he squeezes just a tad on the head, only letting out a lone tear as you tremble on top of him. Kozume lifting a brow as he reads the chat, amused little smile on his face as the comments flood the screen.

| you guys are adorable |

| hes so cute <3 |

| man whatd I give to have someone like that on my lap while I play :( |

| is he good ? |

The last one makes Kozume chuckle, tilting his head down to rest his chin on your head. “Yeah, yeah he’s alright, aren’t ya baby?” He says, daring you to make a scene. You inhale a shakey breath before lifting your head to the screen, faint pulses of the aftershocks still coursing through your lower half. Cock twitchy as you feel him grip it in his wet fist. “M’alright, just feel a little tired” you hum, not trusting yourself to say anything more. The chat giving their sympathies, tellin’ you they don’t mind you sitting there n’ napping on their favorite steamer.

All the while you’re trying not to hump the air as you’re stretched on his lap and he’s circling your sticky cock with deft laziness. It’s buzzing, tummy clenching and unclenching as he doesn’t give you mercy. Taking a small break and telling the chat he’d be right back, pausing the stream so he can really focus on you. You nod, turning your head to whimper to your boyfriend, “hurts, Kenma please n’ more.” And Kenma is uncharacteristically soft when he wraps both arms around your waist and mumbles, “too bad, stay right on my cock until the end of the stream. I don’t care if it hurts, you asked for this.”

You would cry if you could. God at least if he would just pound a little hard, but de doesn’t - just smacks your thigh and tells you to “wait, be good. Or I’ll make sure everyone sees what a needy little cumdump you are.” And starts the stream back up.

Focused on not making a scene as he keeps you there. Plugged and full on his length as he plays and chats, bumping his legs against your yours and swirling you down by your hips when he feels frustrated. Makes you talk to other people and other steamers when they come on later, not giving you a chance to come down or back out. By the end of the stream you’ve come too many times to count, borderline drooling on his chest and when he ends the stream with a wave. You let out a long drawn out moan.

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” He tells you, sliding his hands under your his hoodie and gripping your chest, tweaking your nipples as you squirm on his cock. Hole raw and achey, his inner thighs are drenched and he’s already cum more than once inside you, leaking making you spill down his balls and onto his chair. “Please- Kenma, n’more I can’t,” You whine, and he’s giving you a hard pinch and buck of his hips.

“I think you can handle a bit more.” He coos, and the your eyes roll back at him spreading your thighs out more. Tears welling when he tells you, “Besides I still have to fuck you don’t I? My needy baby always wants more.”

[unicyclehippo]

‘hey this is the stupidest thing i’ve ever said but i’m totally obsessed with your children.’

‘ok, first of all, for what’s gotta be the hundredth damn time, they’re not my children,’ steve said around a mouthful of chips. he brushes off the crumbs that land on his shirt. ‘and second of all—they’re pretty great, right? i mean henderson is certifiable but he’s also a goddamn genius -‘

‘yeah yeah, henderson’s the best, whatever. you know who terrifies me?’

‘terror is - a good thing?’

‘totally.’

steve considers that for a second. ‘max.’

‘that sweetheart? no.’

‘el?’

‘interesting that you’re only naming girls.’

‘nancy.’

‘absolutely,’ robin agrees whole-heartedly, but lifts a slender finger. ‘but not one of your kids.’

steve shrugs. ‘i’m out of ideas. all the other kids are chill. idiots, but chill.’

‘erica. i was talking about erica.’

‘oh for sure. you know, i actually thought about this after the whole mall incident—i think she’d really get on with my dad. and i mean that as a compliment, for the first time ever. she’s got that whole ruthless business woman thing going for her.’ steve’s eyes widen when robin grins, a little manic. ‘what? what? i don’t like that look on you.’

‘i was thinking.’

‘nope. uh-uh. bad idea, robbie. you know my opinion on thoughts. thoughts get us locked up and - and injected,’ he hisses, ‘and they get us dropped into the topsy turvy faster than you can say mum’s baked potatoes!’

robin lifts a brow. ‘robbie?’

‘that’s what you get stuck on?’

‘robbie.’

‘what? you can call me little stevie but i can’t call you robbie?’

robin smirks. ‘liked that one, did you?’ she laughs when he scowls, half-heartedly throws a few chips her way. she plucks one off the counter and blows on it. ‘five second rule,’ she mutters, tossing it into her mouth. she grimaces. ‘ugh. how long have these been here?’

steve shrugs. ‘dunno. couple days. it’s fine, they’re chips. you can’t get, like, food poisoning or whatever from chips.’

she isn’t as sure of that but she does know one thing. ‘these are gross. stale, steve. upsettingly stale. if i wanted a soft chip, i would not buy chips, i would buy bread.’

‘you mean, you would come over to my house and eat my bread,’ steve grumbles.

robin narrows her eyes. ‘any. way. on the topic of erica. we owe her—‘

‘owe her?’

‘—a lifetimes worth of ice-cream and i was thinking we could double up on some drinks.’

‘why would we give her more than what she wants?’

‘if you’ll wait,’

‘it sounded like you were done!’

‘i wasn’t.’ robin rifles through her pockets, finally pulling out a much crumpled piece of notebook paper. ‘i have a brilliant plan.’ steve groans. ‘it’s summer, stevie. it’s hot, everyone is unhappy, and we have a tiny genius on our hands.’

‘henderson.’

‘are you even listening to me? erica, mister pompadour. she’s got mad skills. and i’m not talking breaking and entering—i’m talking people skills, organisation, calculations, and a frankly wild fascination with the movers and shakers of the world. i’m telling you there’s not a single person in the world i trust more than erica to organise a summer shindig.’

shindig, steve mouths. ‘but what does that have to do with drinks?’

‘bribery, steven. we bribe her into putting something fun together. we give her ice cream and drinks—cold drinks, freezing ice cream, on this devils armpit of a summer day—and she organises a party for us, meaning we don’t have to do the work, and all of that amounting to a fun party that your kids and big kids alike can enjoy. it’s a win-win-win! we need this,’ she continues when he just munches on another handful of chips. ‘the kids are losing their minds, i’m boiling out of my skin, and if a random child comes into our workplace one more time today to tell us they’re bored, i’ll kill you first and then me.’

‘the way i hope to go out,’ he tells her dreamily, bats his lashes to make her laugh, which she does. ‘together.’

‘always,’ she agrees, light and ridiculous and grinning that sly, fond smile he manages to wrangle from her—and utterly sincere. ‘so? what do you think?’

‘i don’t.’ robin rolls her eyes. ‘but you do, obviously,’ he waves a hand at her scribbled note. ‘and i follow your lead. always.’

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

M-more armin vs eren drabbles please

WC: 3.2k

Title: Melted Candles

Warnings: possessive behavior, cheating, armin x reader x eren, obsession, unhealthy relationships. manipulator armin & toxic eren.

You’re fidgeting with the hem of your short dress that your loving boyfriend bought you, nursing a drink, and half-heartedly scrolling through your phone.

Sitting on the olive couch alone as the musings of a party transpire, you eye the big and colorful banner sporting the words “Happy 20th Birthday Eren!”.

“It’s like Eren to be late to his own birthday party huh?”

A smooth, gentle voice breaks you out of your trance. You turn sideways to face Armin Arlert, a pretty boy with short-cropped blond hair and wide oceanic eyes. He’s all dressed up in a deep grey turtleneck, navy dress pants, and an expensive Omega watch on his wrist.

You must have looked frightened because he chuckles as he takes a seat next to you, a respectful distance away, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. Are you having fun?”

“Uh well it’s a surprise party, it’s not like Eren knows he’s supposed to be here.” You have an immediate desire to slap a hand over your mouth after the words spillover. You wince, not entirely in love with the fact that it was your first instinct to defend Eren.

If you had been more observant, you would have noticed the corners of his lips flick upwards in amusement. But Armin is observant enough for the both of you. He notes the color of embarrassment in your cheeks and continues the subject with ease.

“Ah, yeah. That’s right. Eren hates celebrating his birthday, but they're always a good excuse to get everyone together" He pauses before grinning so wide it doesn't look genuine, "-maybe this is more for us than him.”.

There’s an underlying tension in his words you can’t make heads and tails off. It reminds you of how truly little you knew of Eren's very own best friend.

You smile brightly, channeling all the optimism you could into changing the topic: “Everyone’s trying their best today! Sasha did all the catering and managed to leave the cake perfectly alone even though it’s her favorite flavor. She has the patience of a saint today.”

As if on cue, there’s a commotion in the background. Jean yells at Sasha, “Don’t finish all the lemon-pepper wings Potato Girl!”

Armin laughs and it's a pretty sound, a sound that reminds you of a bell chime. Unconsciously, he shifts closer to you, knees knocking into yours.

“Yeah, you’re right. Connie's even hosting it, and he let us decorate his man cave."

You look at the streamers and balloons, and Armin follows your eyes.

“You did a great job decorating.”

You blush, “It was honestly a team effort. Mikasa did way more, I promise.”

“So humble”, he teased. As he smooths his slacks, your eyes can’t help but fall on the shine of the silver band on his slender finger, an engagement ring.

“Annie couldn’t make it today?” There’s a flash of a grimace on his face but he schools his features right away.

“She doesn’t really like parties,” he laughs softly, “She’s like Eren in that way.”

“Oh,” you paused. He was clearly hiding something but it wasn’t in your place to pry. You didn’t know much about Annie. In fact, you were a little intimidated by her icy demeanor and arctic eyes. It amused you at first when you learned she was Armin’s partner.

Opposites must attract, because where Annie was the cold seeping into your bones, Armin was a furnace radiating warmth.

There wasn’t much more to say with the conversation heading to a peaceful silence, until his arms lightly touch yours, “I’m really glad you came.”

His fingertips graze the sleeve of your dress.

You flush, “Well, I wouldn’t be a very good girlfriend if I didn't come to his birthday party.”

The pretty blond clicks his tongue, “I suppose.” He inhales, thumbs swiping the rim of his glass, “You’re too good for him. Do you know that?”

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. You don’t have a response ready but Armin continues, “I love Eren of course. Been friends with him since we were children but-” Deep sigh, “I feel like I barely know him anymore. No one knows him anymore.”

In a small voice, you squeak “I do.” But the unsureness of your tone made your words seem like it was a question.

Armin smiles, one that’s filled with mirth.

Boldly, he squeezes your thigh, the flesh right below where your dress ends, “You deserve better.” His oceanic eyes seem darker under the dim lighting.

Why weren’t you moving away? Were you letting his hand itch closer to roaming the softness underneath silky fabric?

You swivel your head around, praying no one is seeing anything. Thankfully everyone was too swept up in their own conversations. As if to soothe you, his hands draw circles on the soft pliant skin, “Don’t worry, no one can see us.”

The ring glints harshly. Admittedly, Eren’s soft-spoken best friend is just a little attractive. You didn’t always think to see him this way, but Armin changed, and all the general anxiety he possessed matured into a quiet confidence.

He reminds you of Eren in that way. But still, you're at crossroads here. Is Armin making a move on you? Is he warning you? Should you even be here right n-

Your internal monologue is interrupted by Mikasa clapping her hands, and then putting a finger on her lips, “We’re going to turn off the lights, ok? They’ll be here in a few minutes. When Eren starts coming in, yell surprise.” Armin hand’s leave your legs, the warmth gone.

“Oy, oy, oy. Don’t we need a signal?” Connie asks, confusion apparent on his face.

“Jesus Connie, if you can’t even figure this out, what are we going to do with you?” quips Jean.

Mikasa shakes her head.

Sasha lightly punches her best friend, “It’s okay Coomer, just follow my lead.”

“How will that work since you’re stupider than me?” The hazel eyed boy asks, voice dripping in concern. “Eh?” Sasha replies with an equally concerned tone.

Mikasa pinches the bridge of her nose, “I’m going to turn the light off now.”

Eren would be here soon. You barely register Armin putting his arm around the couch, not around you per se, but the proximity was close enough to send your heart racing.

In the switch of a light, the room was engulfed in darkness and excited giggles that Mikasa promptly hushed. And then was just the sound of breathing. You could hear yours and you could hear Armin’s.

Softly, the blond uttered, “I’m going to do something I’ve always wanted to do.” You could feel featherlight fingers tilting your jaw, and capturing your pillowy lips.

The doorknob rattled. Soon after, light from the hallway trickled in. A still moment. As soon as the kiss started, it ended. A flash of light exploded before your eyes and a cacophony of people yelling Surprise! rang out.

At the center of attention was Eren Yeager, who...did not look surprised at all. His eyes were not even adjusting to the light the way yours was. A tall redhead accompanied him, someone who you vaguely recognize as Floch.

The birthday boy was clad in a white button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top button was unfastened. His dress pants were slim-fitting and black.

The green-eyed boy’s face was devoid of expression. In comparison to his stoic nature, you thought your heart was going to explode.

Wryly Armin says, “Oh look, your boyfriend has arrived.” As if on cue, Eren’s eyes locked with yours.

At that moment, there were too many things to process.

Luckily, Eren was surrounded by a small crowd of his closest friends. You could hear Jean cackle, “Come on! You’re not even surprised.”

You turned your head to face the boy who took advantage of the darkness, a scarlet blush staining your face, “Why did you-?!”

He gazed at you with shining eyes like he had found clarity, not even bothering to feign guilt. With agility only he had, he took your palm in his, “I know you used to like me.”

Blood rushing in your ears, you tear your hands “What are you doing? Eren’s right there. Don’t touch me.” You hissed, scooting away for good measure.

“You didn’t deny what I said.” The blond pointed out calmly, “Yeager is no good for you. He keeps you in the dark about his life and he’s certainly not loyal..”

“I-I can’t deal with this. I never expected this from you Armin.” You shot up from the couch, trepidation filling your nerves, “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to greet my boyfriend.” You uttered the last word with as much hostility you could muster.

Mikasa had her arms wrapped around Eren. Which was fine. They’re best friends. They’ve known each other far longer than you knew him. He thinks of her as a sister.

He thinks of her as a sister.

You walked over, looming behind them. Most of the crowd had dispersed, with only Eren and the Ackerman girl lost in their own world.

What is wrong with you? You scold yourself. You didn’t usually think like this.

“[Y/N]”

Eren noticed you right away, and Mikasa turned around to face you.

“Sorry [y/n], didn’t mean to take so much of his time from you.” The dark-haired girl smiled apologetically.

You could feel guilt gnaw at you, how could you ever suspect her? She waved to Eren, and warmly thanked you, “You did so much of the planning. Thank you.” And before you could reply, she left.

That left you alone with the man himself. “Hi.” You said shyly. He smirked, “Hi babe. Long time no see huh.”

His viridian eyes slowly roamed your appearance, head to toe. You blushed under his stare as they paused longer than necessary on the dip of your neckline, and the expanse of legs not covered by the silk dress.

“So you did all this?” He teased, vaguely gesturing to the string lights, and hanging paper flowers.

He steps closer to you until he’s just a breath away. “Hardly. Just helped out wherever I could.” You whisper.

He hugs you, his tall frame enveloping yours. You feel so safe, pressed against his chest, as his arms compass the slight of your back.

His cologne is your favorite. Subtle, and intoxicating with thick notes of spice. You sniff something else, something overpoweringly distinct.

Still enclosed in his arms, you look up to him, “Did you drink?”

He takes a step back, still wrapping an arm to your waist, “I met up with Zeke. He offered me a drink.”

“Zeke?” You questioned, “You visited your brother?”

Eren was privy to sharing details about his life and you knew virtually next to nothing about Zeke, his half-brother he came recently in contact with.

He kisses the top of your head, and you can feel the loose strands that escaped his bun tickle your face, “It’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

He keeps you in the dark about his life.

“You were cozying up with Armin on that couch, weren’t you?” His tone is light, containing a thinly veiled accusation.

You laugh it off, hoping he wouldn’t notice how tense you suddenly got, “No, no. We were just talking. I was sure I was going to kill myself out of boredom just waiting for you.”

Snuggling closer to him, you stand on your tippy-toes to kiss his jawline, trying to distract him from wavering thoughts.

“Oh?” He asked, “Armin wasn’t entertaining you well enough? Well, he does have a tendency to babble about nothing.”

As he talked, you had a feeling he wasn’t really looking at you, but rather peering straight behind you.

An uneasy feeling fills your lungs, “Um Eren, let’s head to the kitchen. I can fix you a plate. Niccolo did the catering so you know it’ll be really good-”

The tall boy waved your suggestion away, “Not hungry. In fact, why don’t we head over to my best friend? I haven’t talked to him in a while.” You didn't appreciate the mocking lilt in his tone.

Before you could dissuade him, he was already pulling your wrist so you could turn, hand placed on the small of your back, leading you somewhere you definitely did not want to go.

The charming blond was still situated on the couch but this time joined by a woman who was talking rather animatedly. You vaguely recognized her by her chin-length wavy ash-colored locks. Hitch.

“-Annie is so lucky! Jesus, I can’t believe you guys are engaged! And Marlowe still hasn’t worked up the nerve to-”

Eren coughed, asserting his presence. Two pairs of eyes flitted upwards. Hitch sighed dramatically, “Well if it isn’t the birthday boy. The big 2-0. You’re not a teen anymore Yeager. Think you’re ready for the adult world?”

Your boyfriend, who was never one for false pretenses and small talk, ignored her question entirely, “Hello Hitch. If you don’t mind, I would like to catch up with Armin here.”

The woman rolled her eyes, “Guess that’s my cue to leave.” As she stood up, she looked back and forth between the boys, noting the animosity that seemed to permeate the air as they burned holes into each other.

“Why are the vibes so tense? The energies you two are radiating...is reminiscent of a pissing contest”

Without really intending to, you let out a chuckle, attracting the attention of the three people around you.

Hitch’s eyes softened, “[Y/n], I haven’t seen you in a minute. Let’s go do shots with Mina and Hanna.”

Eren’s grip on you tightened, “She’s staying right here Hitch. Enjoy yourself though”

“Funny, I don’t recall asking you. Your girlfriend can’t speak for herself?”

“Uhm, thanks for the offer Hitch but no thank you, I’m not really in the mood to drink right now.” You chuckle nervously, flashing a big enough smile that will ascertain that everything is okay.

Hitch shrugs, “Suit yourself”, and proceeds to walk away.

“Well, I suppose I have to thank you for driving her away. She’s quite...talkative.” Armin breaks the silence. He addresses you both but his eyes are trained on you, “Back already [y/n]?” An easy smile spreads across his face.

You don't look at Eren’s face to gauge his reaction, but you notice how the hand around your waist squeezes almost painfully. The boys stand up to shake hands. Armin gestures for the two of you to sit but the dark-haired boy waves it away, “We prefer to stand.”

The blond gazes between the two of you questioningly but seemingly accept Eren’s response, “Okay then. Guess I’ll stand too.”

“Where’s Annie? Trouble brewing in paradise?”

Armin’s smile hardens, “Don’t know how you’d assume that. She’s just not here.”

Unease pinpricks at you. You could feel trepidation in the air.

“What a shame. Doesn’t Annie like me?” Eren taunts before delivering a line you didn’t expect, “I recall a time where she liked me much more than you actually.”

Surprise is an understatement for how you feel. You didn’t even want to register the implication of his statement. Did Eren and Annie have a past? You lightly touch Eren’s arm in a hint of a warning, “Eren-”

The blond shakes his head, “You’re really something else, you know? Talking about another woman so brazenly in front of your girlfriend? Are you projecting your insecurity onto me since you know” he tilts his head in your direction, “[y/n] liked me first?”

You fluster immediately, jaw-dropping slightly. It was true. You did have a rather big crush on the intelligent blond boy who sat next to you in a class that bored you to sleep. But there was nothing between you two beyond a handful of platonic study dates from when you were freshmen!

Too many moving variables. He was dating Annie and not being the homewrecker type, tried to squash the interest you had. Besides, you were planning to drop that class anyways, and in a twist of fate, it was Armin who had inadvertently introduced you to Eren.

Also, how did that damn Arlert know and why was he bringing it up today of all days?!

Your boyfriend sneers, “Does that really matter when she’s with me? When she’s dating me. And. Not. You.” He punctures the last words out.

“Uhm, I’m right here-” You finally find your voice, “And I’m not really comfortable with being discussed like this.”

Armin’s eyes find yours, “Of course. Sorry [Y/n]. It’s super disrespectful of me-”

Eren cuts in with words heavier than bullets, “Shut the fuck up. Always desperate to play the white knight in shining armor aren’t you? Your duplicity makes me sick.”

As if sensing an oncoming attack, Eren pivots away from you, creating some distance.

Armin closes the gap between himself and the dark-haired boy and bunches Eren’s collar in his fist, “You don’t know how to treat people, you know that? So full of yourself that you think basic decency has an ulterior motive.”

Eren’s eyes dance with mirth, “There’s always an ulterior motive with you, isn’t there though?”. He forcefully shoves his friend, sending Armin stumbling a few steps backward, “You really like pretending you’re one of the good guys when your hands are blood-stained like the rest of us.

You can hear the blood rushing in your ear and you attempt to get in the middle of the impending conflict but Eren grabs your arm with a painful force. He growls,“Step back”. You obey.

“Don’t touch her touch like that.” Armin snarls.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend. I’ll touch her however I want. By the way, just because your little fiance is giving you a hard time doesn’t give you the right to leer at what’s mine.”

At this point you realize you come to your senses, and you leave the area quickly to get help. You scan the area around looking for Mikasa. She’s reliable and always knows what to do. You try to calm your panicked heart.

Gaining speed, you nearly fall by running into someone in the long hallway. Thankfully, the good samaritan is able to catch you in time, holding your shoulders in a firm but comforting grip.

You look up, eager to thank the man who caught you. Mullet. Tall. Slight scruff at the chin. You recognize him right away.

“Woah y/n, what are you running for?” He asks in amusement but one look at your teary eyes has him instantly concerned, “Hey, hey. Are you okay?”

“I-uh,” You’re blubbering, “Armin and Eren are acting kinda strange--I think Mikasa should calm them down.”

Jean’s eyebrows are furrowed, “Strange how? She stepped out so she’s not here right now.” You bite your lips, wondering how you were going to explain the situation.

Jean grabs your shoulder, “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll settle this. Can you take me to them?”

You nod, supremely grateful to have Jean in your corner. As you guys take a turn to the living room, you hear the excruciating sound of glass breaking. “Shit!” Jean curses.

In the middle of the living room stood Eren and Armin like centerpieces, beating the ever-living shit out of each other. You couldn’t see much beyond the fact Armin was throwing punches left and right, landing some but Eren was able to dodge most.

As you move to run forward, Jean grabs you, “No. Stop. There’s glass everywhere. You’re going to get hurt.”

You’re incredulous, “I can’t just let them hurt each other!”

Jean merely looks at you with a look of pity,

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Foolin’ (2/20) // eddie munson x ofc

Summary: OFC Kat has some back and forth with Eddie before defending him from Jason in front of the whole school at lunch.

Warnings: just some light swearing, mild bullying and name calling, angst, and some more angst, still burning slow

Word Count: 3.2k

Kat made her way to Principal Higgins’ office and everyone she passed by seemed to turn and look at her, whispering to their little group of friends. When she arrived, there was a very preppy and happy looking cheerleader also in his office. Principal Higgins’ eyes widened when Kat entered the room, a look of shock and maybe even terror crossed his face, but he quickly recovered to say “You must be Katrina Ramsay! Welcome to Hawkins High!” His smile was hesitant; his recovery from his first impression of her was a valiant effort. The doe-eyed cheerleader smiling politely. She didn’t appear to be frightened of Kat, but she still wasn’t about to trust a cheerleader to be completely nice and friendly at all. 

“It’s Kat.”

“Ah, yes, well Kat, this is Chrissy Cunningham. She was nice enough to volunteer to show you around during homeroom.” The principal handed Kat a paper with her class schedule and locker number and combination on it. “Alright, off you two go! Lots to see! Good luck.” The last part he seemed to say directly to Chrissy. It gave Kat the slightest reassurance her look just might be enough to keep the Tigers at bay.

The school was small so the tour wasn’t necessarily grand, but at least Kat was familiar with where her classes were. She let Chrissy do most of the talking. Still skeptical of her, she did seem to be really nice. Maybe she was one of the rare cheerleaders that was sweet to everyone. She definitely had to be the “queen” of Hawkins High.

“And so, that’s pretty much it! I think we have a couple classes together. Looks like chemistry and… oh, history.” Chrissy gave Kat a warm smile she only half-heartedly returned. “At least you’ll know one person in those!”

“Yeah, I’m not really looking to make friends this year. Just going through the motions. I appreciate you taking the time to show me around… and being nice about it.”

“Of course! But I feel like it would be a really long year if you stayed completely by yourself, wouldn’t it? Um, I don’t know if some of my other friends would be as… welcoming to you, but I mean… Well I guess you can still feel alone surrounded by a bunch of people. Take it from me. Oh my god. I’m not usually like that. I don’t usually say things like that to new people. I-”

“It’s okay. People do that to me all the time. Probably because I’m a Scorpio… Anyway, you seem super nice, but I just want to finish school and go back home. The less connection to this place I have, the better. Nothing against you at all.”

“What’s it like? Where you’re from I mean. It’s Los Angeles, isn’t it?” Chrissy wondered.

“It’s great. It’s warm. There’s tons of stuff to do, places to hang out at. In case you couldn’t tell,” Kat gestured at her shirt, “I would go to concerts all the time. That was my thing I did. Also became my downfall, but… ya know…”

“It seems like a fun place. Especially compared to here.” The bell rang signaling that first period was over. “It was nice to meet you, Kat. I’ll see you in chem!”

“Yeah, you too.” As Kat made her way to her first class – math with Mrs. O’Donnell – she pushed down the feeling of being torn between wanting to have possibly even one friend to help pass the time here. Maybe Chrissy was right about that. It didn’t matter. Kat would be out of here the day after graduation. There was no point in having to abandon whatever connections she made here. She didn’t want to deal with that kind of hurt. Not again.

She luckily got to math early and established her seat in the back corner of the classroom. As everyone filed in, she made direct eye contact with anyone who looked her way.  Some looked scared, some raised their eyebrows, but not many dared to sit by her. And then the gawker with the fluffy hair sauntered in. Great. She rolled her eyes and looked out the window, then heard the chair next to her creek. Just keeps getting better!

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the infamous angeleno.” 

Kat turned to face him, raising her eyebrows at him. “Well, well, well. The metal head can speak in full sentences,” she mocked.

He rocked forward in his seat. His hair formed a curtain between them for a brief moment. He turned his head with a half smile on his face and as he opened his mouth to begin a retort, Mrs. O’Donnell called the class to attention.

“Welcome Seniors! This is senior level math. It can be an easy class if you just do your homework and pay attention.” She looked directly at the gawker next her when she said the last bit. “I have a feeling this will be an exciting year for all, especially since we are welcoming a new student this year, Ms. Katrina Ramsay!” Every single person in the class turned to look at her. Kat desperately hoped this would be just a symptom of the first week and then everyone could go about their normal business and leave her alone.

“It’s Kat.” She said flatly.

“Well, Kat, why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself?” encouraged Mrs. O’Donnell.

“Do I have to?” The teacher was taken aback by that comment.

“It would be nice for your peers to know something about you. It could help you, maybe, make a friend or two. Don’t you want a couple of friends to help you out at a new school?”

“Not particularly.” There was an awkward silence hanging in the air with all the students and Mrs. O’Donnell staring at Kat, waiting for her to continue. She sighed defeatedly. “I moved here from Los Angeles, just for the school year. I’m staying with my aunt and uncle. Uhhh, so far not a fan of small towns…” She moved her hands as if she had just presented something to everyone. She didn’t know what else her current least favorite teacher expected her to say.

“I’m sure with a town like Hawkins you’ll warm up to it eventually.” Mrs O’Donnell forced a smile and quickly began going over the topics they would cover in class. When she began the first lesson, Kat could only hear fingers tapping a beat of some song on a notebook to her right. It wasn’t long before she heard a “pssst.” She inhaled, preparing for whatever the gawker was going to say. “Hey, Los Angeles, this metalhead needs a pencil, would you be so kind…?” He was literally batting his eyelashes at her. She sighed loudly as she rolled her eyes, then reached into her bag and handed him an extra one she had. He held it between his hands, holding them as if he was praying and gave her a small bow. Kat cocked her head to the side and gave him a look that said “what the hell?” and turned back to focus on whatever Mrs. O’Donnell was droning on about.

Out of the corner of Kat’s eye she never even saw that strange boy use the pencil for anything other than to tap on his open, blank notebook. At one point towards the end of class, he was scribbling something down. Kat kept her focus forward. She did not need any distractions. This guy was wasting his own time and that’s all that was happening.

When the bell rang signaling the end of class, he ripped out a piece of paper from his notebook, folding it a couple times. “Until we meet again, m’lady.” He bowed at her as he walked away, bumping into what might have been a jock, Kat assumed. It earned him a “Watch it, freak!” from the preppy boy. Kat scoffed, closing the note he left in her notebook. The girl in front of her said “You should stay away from him, he really is a total freak.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” Slowly Kat was seeing the social hierarchy of Hawkins High. Metalheads were at the bottom of the barrel. Noted. And yet, there she was wearing a W.A.S.P. shirt. Could be that she was the new city girl – this week’s shiny object of focus – or it could be a double standard, that she had yet to figure out. She felt almost a tinge of jealousy.

Before her next class, Kat stopped at her locker. With curiosity getting the best of her, she opened the note. Barely legible, it had “should you need anything to make this small town more bearable” scribbled on it followed by a phone number and signed “Eddie.” She was still going to refer to him as the gawker to herself even though now she had a name to put to the face. For what seemed like the hundredth time today, she sighed before putting the folded piece of paper into a small pocket on the front of her bag.

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A few weeks had passed. Kat was almost at the point of giving up trying to be a loner. A lot had to do with Chrissy urging her to sit near her in chemistry and introducing her to her friends, which led to being invited to sit with them at lunch. Before Chrissy had noticed Kat had lunch with her, Kat noticed Eddie the Gawker and his group of misfit friends. She saw him scanning the lunch room and she quickly darted down and pretended to fiddle with her bag. Conveniently that reminded her to take out her walkman. She saw Eddie talking to a very lanky looking kid and another one in what she thought was a Weird Al t-shirt, which was wild how someone would even dare to wear that after seeing how ruthless some of these kids were. Kat appreciated the stance nonetheless. She was torn away from her observations when she heard Chrissy’s soft voice behind her and then she was swept away to the “popular” table unable to have the heart to be dismissive towards her. Having to walk past Eddie’s table, she could have sworn she noticed his face fall briefly before he rolled his eyes when he noticed who Kat was with and where she was going.

During her brief stint gettng to know those in the in-crowd, Kat spent a lot of time telling stories of her life in LA such as her nights at rock shows, her favorite stores, and how much she missed the food. While her stories weren’t in depth, it was enough to keep her audiences at bay. Her plan to look like a “freak,” as the Hawkins students called the outcasts, had backfired. It only drew the popular girls toward her even more. All they wanted to talk about was her makeup and clothes. The bright side was that it was superficial enough to not form any real connections. Chrissy was right, it did help make the days go by a little faster. All that aside, the conversations with these people were vapid. Kat could have cared less about the inner workings and dramatics of this crowd. Just passing the time this way was all starting to get on her nerves. And yet, there was one day that set her up perfectly to sever any sort of feeble connection she had started to form.

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Kat sat down at her usual seat in the back of Mrs O’Donnell’s class, tapping her pencil on her notebook, waiting to get the day over with. Lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t even notice Eddie stopping in front of her desk, until he put his ringed fingers on it and leaned forward slightly. She looked up at him and asked “Can I help you?” And then she noticed his shirt. Then she looked at her own. Then back at his. “Oh you have GOT to be kidding me,” she groaned. Eddie quickly sat down, hands fidgeting with excitement.

“You like Dio? You saw them last year?!” They both had on the tour shirt for Dio’s 1984 tour in support of the album The Last in Line. Kat was a sucker when it came to talking about her favorite music, especially when it was with someone who appreciated it as much as she did. Not that she would outwardly show that sentiment.

“Obviously. You could only get this shirt if you went to the show.” She turned and point to the tour dates on the back of the shirt with a look that said she thought that was a stupid question. “I saw them like four times. They always play around LA.”

“Are you being straight with me? FOUR times? You saw them four times?! Shit.” Eddie shook his head with a smile. “I had to drive, uh, three and a half hours just to go to that show.”

“Yeah, four times. I think the farthest show was, like, an hour and a half away from me or something like that. That’s why I hate it here. I refuse to acknowledge how many shows I’m gonna miss.”

“Okay, hear me out. It’s not the Garden, but Tuesday nights at The Hideout. You should go, check it out sometime.”

Kat rolled her eyes. “Why? So I can hear a KC and the Sunshine Band cover band? Gonna take a red there.”

Eddie laughed, shaking his head. Kat noticed how his hair swayed when he did so, perfectly framing his face. “So judgemental. Just go sometime. If you’re bored, specifically on Tuesdays.”

“Wait, how the hell did you stay up to drive after the show?” Kat asked, wanting to quickly change the subject. Eddie gave a short laugh.

“Well you see it’s this thing called – I feel like as a Los Angeles native you must have heard of–” He started, but was cut off by Mrs. O’Donnell’s booming, yet monotone, voice. And with that, Kat ignored him for the rest of the class. If she was even thinking of developing a soft spot for this so-called freak, it was gone when she realized he would be just like any other guy she knew in the metal scene.

Lunch that day proved to be an extremely interesting spectacle. Eddie was feeling extra rambunctious after his exciting conversation with, what he dubbed, the Enigma of Hawkins. He noticed Jason walking over to his table to take his seat next to Chrissy. After giving a look to the others at his table, he pushed himself back in his chair, lifting its front legs off the floor, just in time to cause Jason, the self-proclaimed new “King” of Hawkins High, to stumble before he quickly caught himself. 

“What the hell, freak! Taking up a lot of room. Maybe you should back up. Unless you’re trying to start somethin’!” Anyone within earshot could hear Jason’s taunts. As soon as she heard the word freak, Kat whipped her head directly to where the commotion was coming from. 

“To be quite honest with you, Jason, I’m surprised I even fit in the room with you and, you know, your ego and all. Takes up quite a bit of space,” Eddie moved his arms emphatically around to represent the room. “You sure that wasn’t what caused you to stumble?” Eddie looked at Jason ever so innocently. 

Jason started to back up like he was about to charge, his fist raised and ready to strike. “You devil worshiping, freak! Say something else. Do it!” 

Eddie put a hand to his chest in mock disgust, then quickly stood and pushed his chair out, clearing a path. “Jason! Do not take my lord’s name in vain!” Jason angrily took a step forward, but his friend, another jock, said “Come on, man. It’s not worth it.” Jason shot the other boy an angry look and began walking to his table again. “And that gentlemen, is one point for the devil.” Eddie bowed as he brought his chair back toward him to sit down again. Unphased by Jason and his insults. 

Kat was surprised at how well Eddie could take the name calling and constant daily jabs. Her attention was brought back to her own table when someone asked “Hey, Kat, what band is on your shirt today? Did you see them in concert?” Kat stared back at them incredulously. 

“Sara, you’ve got to be kidding me right now.” Kat said in disbelief.

“What? I just want to know about your shirt.”

This was it. This was Kat’s moment to shine and bring back the theatrics. Her whole half of the cafeteria had heard and seen what just happened with Eddie. As Jason was greeting Chrissy, having finally reached the table of his own kind. Kat got up, swinging her leg on to the table to stand on it, her voice booming getting everyone’s attention. 

“Now. Can someone explain this utter bullshit to me? Do you even SEE what shirt I’m wearing? It’s the exact, THE EXACT, same as your supposed ‘freak’ over there.” After pointing at Eddie, Kat put her hands on her temples and started to walk along the long table. Her Doc Martens daintily dodging people’s lunches. “Just because I’m some random girl from a ‘fancy’ city, you’re going to ask ME, what’s on my shirt? You want me to explain to you what it means?! But you’re going to take one look at Eddie and call him a ‘devil worshiper.’ Have you dweebs even realized my look – which you cheerleaders seem SO obsessed with – is from the same subculture as HIS? WHY do you want MY attention when I have CLEARLY wanted nothing to do with ANY of you? You should be labeling ME a freak.” Kat quieted her voice only slightly. “You haven’t though. Why? Why is that? Because the lovely Ms. Chrissy Cunningham has decided I was worthy of your attention? Because Jason went along with her?” Kat made it to the end of the table where Jason was sitting. She looked down at him and stepped in his lunch, turning around to walk back toward her end of the table. Jason, fuming, started to get up, but was held back by those sitting next to him. “There is a whole WORLD outside of this pathetic town. NONE of this will matter. You won’t matter, you won’t matter.” Kat exclaimed pointing at people sitting near her. “They won’t matter,” she gestured toward the table of freaks. “The only things that will last from these four years are the memories of the insults you’ve slung,” she said pointing at Jason, “and regrets of shit you missed out on,” she went on, pointing at Chrissy and the other girls, “because it wasn’t ‘cool’ or you were worried about what people think of you, or your ‘image.’ It’s your loss, people! Have fun living that life! I will not stand here and have you act like I’m the cool one. I’m done with this bullshit.” Kat concluded, jumping off the table and swiftly grabbing her things. 

As she left everyone in the cafeteria stunned with their mouths agape, she faintly heard someone begin to clap followed by a few others. She angrily pushed the doors open, exiting the cafeteria with Eddie staring at her in complete and utter admiration.

[ericspinkhair]

guys my age don’t know how to love me good

pairing: dom!juyeon x noona!reader

synopsis: lee juyeon is the only guy who makes sex worth it

word count: 3.1k

warnings: noona kink, mentions of toxic and abusive sex, deep throating, no mentions of protection (wrap it before you tap it), inexperienced/unsure reader

a/n: this is for @rolezeure + anon

requests are open!!

masterlist + requests

'y/n, I swear to god if you won't come to this party with me I will actually never talk to you ever again. you know what this is?' your best friend siyeon dramatically held up a pair of scissors. 'scissors, to cut our friendship.'

'but what am I supposed to even do there?' you scoffed. parties were stupid 'I don't know how to talk to people.'

'you don't need to talk, dumbass. you get drunk, grind on some hot dude and get laid.' siyeon rolled her eyes as she was so done with you.

'as if that is supposed to convince me to go. sex is completely overraded, my dude. it just hurts and the guys don't even care. as long as they get off on you it's fine.' you had not have had any positive experiences with sex. it usually hurt, the guys were rough and didn't really care if you were crying. there wasn't any pleasure you associated with it.

'that's cause you've been with only toxic men. but please, come with me! it's way too awkward to go alone and I need a hype woman. Sangyeon will be there. I cannot miss the opportunity to get with mr. dilf. have you seen him? he is sooo hot, y/n. I might never have another opportunity like this. and I need a lot of alcohol in my system first before I can initiate something,' she whined. she gave you the best puppy eyes she could to make you give in.

you knew your friend had been eyeing sangyeon for weeks. siyeon had tripped the first time she saw him and had to wipe away the drool from her chin. she then memorized his schedule and you would always have to watch him from afar. however, she could not utter a single comprehensible sentence without alcohol if she was nervous but when she was drunk she was the most sociable and flirty person and always got with whom she wanted.

sangyeon was usually never to be found at parties but this particular one was for his friend's birthday so siyeon knew he would show up. who knows if she would ever see him again, after all, he had just graduated from college and would be leaving campus. this was her last opportunity. you sighed.

'fine,' you finally gave in. she squealed and hugged you so tightly that you had trouble breathing.

'omg, I love you so much, y/n! you're a lifesaver. I owe you big big time.'

'you certainly do.'

you tried to convince yourself that maybe a party was just what you needed. finals were finally over and you were on your well deserved break before you started your last year of college.

a week later, the two of you took a cab to the party location. you arrived at a huge mansion that must have cost a huge ton of money. it felt like thousands of people were there, getting drunk and going skinny dipping in the gigantic pool. you recognized some of the people. you didn't really know them but you often saw them walk around on campus.

when you entered the house some dudes whistled at you. ew. you definitely had to get a drink to be able to stand all these gross men lurking around here. at least you had your pepper spray with you. better safe than sorry.

siyeon and you found the bar and immediately downed a couple of shots. the alcohol burned in your throat as you drank one after the other. your friend needed the effects alcohol brings with it quickly.

'have you found him already?' you scream over the music at siyeon.

'no, he's nowhere to be seen… maybe he's not here at all' she was pouting.

I grabbed her by the arm. 'come on. let's go search for him somewhere else. hmm, maybe he's outside?' you dragged her through the mass of people. she was gonna get laid tonight, you were gonna make sure of it.

the backyard was just as crowded but at least you got some fresh air. a lot of people were grinding on each and making out in the pool and hot tub.

'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. he's there!' siyeon whisper shouted at you.

'where?' you couldn't find him in the crowd.

'over there next to the huge ass plant. he's standing next to jacob.' ah, you saw him. him and jacob were engaged in a deep conversation and occasionally sipped on their drinks.

siyeon just grabbed a drink out of a passing person's hand, ignore the complains and drank it all in one go.

'I need more.' so you went to get more alcohol before you could convince her that now was the time.

'how do I look? is my makeup smudged? do I look enough like 'daddy, I've been a good girl. pls choke me?' she kept on trying to flatten her hair hastily.

'you look absolutely gorgeous, girl. go get him, tiger.' she did look stunning. the red lipstick matched with her bold red dress. it was short and showed a lot of cleavage. her beautiful curves were perfectly highlighted and if sangyeon didn't drool over her then you would seriously have to buy him new eyes.

you high-fived each other and then she went to go on her mission.

you watched how he scanned her up and down, taking in her beauty, when she approached him and then smiled brightly. she touched his muscular arms as he said something that made her laugh. he seemed to be enjoying her company jacob, who had understood what was going on, had joined his other friends kevin and eric on the dance floor inside.

'who are we spying on?' someone whispered in your ear, making you jump and almost spill your drink. rude.

'oh, seeing if my best friend's gonna get laid tonight like she'd hoped to. seems positive so far.' the guy who had come up to you nodded interested. you had no idea who he was but you didn't exactly mind his company. he was a handsome fellow, with a face sculpted by the gods. his dark blue hair made him stand out even more.

'so what are you gonna do if she leaves with him? are you just going to leave?' he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. 'probably. she's the only reason I came to this god awful party.'

'oh, you don't like it?' he raised his eyebrows.

'no, it's too full, it's too loud and I'm bored. who even is this guy who threw this party. I actually have no idea who he is,' you complained about everything. he seemed to become more amused as you went on.

'then allow me to introduce myself. hey, my name is juyeon.' he held out his hand.

'what does that have to do with- oh my god this is YOUR party!' you realized in shock. your face was burning with embarrassment. but he didn't seem to mind at all and just laughed light heartedly.

'yeah, I'm sorry you don't like it. if you like I could take you somewhere quieter with less people.' oh dude, he was flirting. why? you did look hot as fuck in your short black dress but you had literally just insulted his party.

'I'm sorry I'm not really up for sex or whatever it is you're offering.' you scratched your neck awkwardly. you wouldn't mind if he visited you in your dreams sometimes tho to have a good time.

'that's too bad. I was hoping I could make you feel good.' he brushed a finger over your cheek.

'I doubt you could. no one ever has.' he snorted at that.

'how old even are you?' you asked him.

'19, you don't have to worry. I'm a legal adult. you?' 'almost 21.'

'ooh, that's fun! are you sure you don't want to spend some private time with me, noona?' that was fucking unfair. he was using this noona thing to get you to give in. he knew exactly what he was doing and you could feel yourself getting aroused.

'I just don't think sex is right for me. it just hurts and doesn't do anything to make me feel good,' you explained to him.

'seems like you've only been with douchebags. I have a 100% rate of making women come. you should try and see for yourself, noona.' his lustful gaze stared deep into your soul, making your legs wobbly.

it seemed so tempting. he was super hot and couldn't help but notice the outline of his abs on his shirt. the alcohol was also encouraging you to make some bad decisions and step out of your comfort zone. this man somehow made you super horny with his toned body and god like face, whether you liked it or not. you caught yourself seriously considering going with him.

'here's a proposal. I give you head and if you're not satisfied with my services we can just stop there.' he leaned down and whispered in my ear. 'I would love to hear you scream my name, noona.'

his offer actually didn't sound too bad. juyeon might just be more skilled than the rest of the men you had slept with, who knew. you didn't have anything better to do anyways so you might as well see if he can make you feel good.

'where do we go?' you finally asked after staying silent to keep a suspenseful silence. his eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand. he led you back inside, up the stairs and into the room on the far right.

you could see posters of football player, trophies and pictures. this was obviously his room.

you didn't have much time to look around as he locked the door and kissed you

you were surprised by just how not slimy it was. usually, the guys would always try to wet your whole face and you had to wipe your mouth every other second.

but he started off soft and placed his hands on your hips. you put your arms around his neck to get closer to him and deepen the kiss.

his hands started roaming your body and when he squeezed your ass, you let out a moan. juyeon took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your open mouth.

the kissing made you dizzy and you desperately tugged at him to get him closer to you. he picked you up and held you up against the wall. you let your hands wander under his shirt and started tracing his abs while grinding your core against him. you could feel his dick harden with your movements.

juyeon carried you to the bed and slowly let you down so you laid on your back. while he quickly took off his shirt you tried to catch your breath after the intense make out. you didn't have long to admire his muscular upper body before he lifted the dress so you were only there in your underwear.

he startes placing open mouth kiss from your collar bones, to your boobs, to your stomach until he reached the hem of your panties. he made sure to keep eye contact as he put the fabric between his teeth and slowly pulled them down like this. you felt cold air hitting your core.

'so pretty, noona,' he admired your clearly dripping pussy. he dragged one finger over your lips to see just how wet you were.

'I haven't even touched you yet but you are already so wet for me. I told you I'd make you feel good. I'll show you just how much, noona.' and with that he dove right in between your lips to prove his point. the feeling of his tongue fucking you was unfamiliar. no guy had ever even cared to get you wet and pleasure you before actually having sex.

Juyeon was desperately devouring your juices as if he hadn't drunk for ages. additionally he started massaging your clit with his thumb, knowing exactly what a woman likes. he had to hold down your hips to keep you stable because you were trying to buck up into his face as it felt so good. every time his nose came into contact with your clit while licking you felt like you were losing control.

involuntary moans were spilling out of your mouth and you could feel juyeon smirking against your core.

suddenly, he slipped a finger inside you and started slowly pumping it in and out of you. it felt a bit uncomfortable at first but you got used to it quite quickly and when he noticed, he slipped a second finger inside. damn, those were some long ass fingers.

your pussy made squelching sounds which you couldn't care less about in the moment as he rapidly fucked you with his long digits. you were pulling at his hair as he took your bud between his teeth, alternating between softly biting and sucking on it.

you suddenly couldn't take it anymore and your orgasm washed over your body like a wave and juyeon slowly continued until you had fully come down from your high.

he sat up straight again. 'I promised I could make you feel good, didn't I? god, you look so hot when you come, noona.' fuck, where did he learn to do all this? maybe he was right after all.

you noticed that his nose was coated in your juices but he didn't seem to care at all. 'do you want to continue?'

'only if you can make me come again,' you challenged him.

he scoffed. 'that's not even a question, noona.'

he quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. the shape of his bulge was clearly visible through his underwear. you reached inside and whipped out his already hard dick. you gulped.

'it's so big,' you whispered afraid. he was bigger than the other guys you had slept with and if they had already hurt you then his cock would probably hurt even worse.

he stroked your hair out of your face. 'don't worry. I've already prepared well so you should be able to take it without a problem. I'll make sure to go slow to not hurt you, okay?' you needed to trust him. it seemed like he actually knew what he was doing.

you gave his dick a couple of strokes to see how he reacted before you wrapped your lips around his leaking tip. seeing juyeon throw his head back gave you the encouragement you desperately needed to go forward.

you took him all the way until you started gagging. this was something you were good at. you started deep throating him and he moaned out your name.

'fuck, noona. you are so good with my cock.' he brushed your hair to the side so you it wouldn't be in the way when you sucked him off.

you noticed that he tried to control himself but couldn't refrain himself from bucking up his hips a few times, making you gag.

he then stopped you. 'I can't come yet. I need to show you how proper sex is done first.'

you laid down on your back and he positioned himself between your legs. he pressed your arms down next to your head and intertwined his fingers with yours.

'are you ready?' you gave him a nod.

'just squeeze my hand if it hurts.'

he slowly pushed his tip inside. you shut your eyes tightly and juyeon stopped to give you time.

'no, no. go all the way in first,' you whined.

his dick filled your walls up to the brim. you tried to calm down your heavy breathing. you squeezed his hands in pain and he held still. juyeon placed a kiss on your mouth.

'you're doing so well, noona.', he praised you. 'just tell me when you feel ready to go.'

it did hurt but not quite as much as the other times. and no one had ever waited for you to actually adjust before beginning to pound into you.

juyeon distracted you with kisses and as you started getting more comfortable you slowly started moving your hips against him. you gave him a slight nod to tell him he could continue.

he still started off with a moderate tempo and you needed more.

'faster!' you urged him and he picked up the pace. the way he snapped his hips made you see stars.

the pain was now completely gone and you were lost in your own pleasure.

when he started  thrusting into you from behind, he hit spots inside you you had never felt before. the new position allowed him to go even deeper and faster than before.

you moaned surprised as he spanked you.

'you like this, noona?' you could only groan out his name to show him how you felt.

the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter.

'I think I'm coming!' you manage to get out.

'come for me, noona!' with that he went into overdrive and fucked into you like a machine.

your arms gave in as your walls clenched around his huge cock tightly and you came hard while screaming his name.

he rode out your orgasm and then pulled out. he stroke his dick fast and shot his big load on your butt and back.

he lay down next to you exhausted. his fingers wiped away the tears of pleasure you didn't know you had cried.

'did I make you feel good, noona?' 'more than just good,' you admitted satisfied.

'I guess guys my age just don't know how to treat me.' he hummed in agreement.

'that makes no sense. you are absolutely gorgeous. they missed out on the opportunity to see your beautiful face when you come.' this was weird. he was still nice to you even after he already came. what was this?

'thank you for making my birthday wish come true,' he said. 'huh, what do you mean?' you questioned him.

'actually, I've noticed you on campus before but I was always too shy to talk to you.' 'oh really?' you laughed sceptically.

'yeah, I wanted to ask you on a date first but it seems like we skipped a couple of steps.' he was blushing. gosh, he was kind of adorable.

'I mean we could still go on those dates if you'd like, birthday boy.' strangely enough you felt like you could trust him and kind of wanted to get to know juyeon as a person.

'awesome,' he smiled at you before he pecked your lips and went to clean you both up.

you had completely forgotten about siyeon. hopefully, her night had been just as satisfying as yours had been.