#probs just gonna push through the shift

[jeremyrennerofficial]

I have had this dumb stupid cold for a week now can it GO AWAY???

[krosiefics]

“what’s this?” • kim seungmin

M D N I 18+

Synopsis: Seungmin finds one of your smutty books and teases you about it to the point where you BOTH take advantage of the situation.

WC: 1.7k

Tags: smut, piv, unprotected sex (be safe), afab!reader, bsf!seungmin, dom!seungmin, sub!reader, degradation (whore, slut, filthy, minx), light dacryphilia, creampie, seungmin is a little mean, ass slapping, hair pulling, light system, biting, blowjob, talkative seungmin, prob forgetting some sorry :(

“Hey, what’s this?” You hear your best friend say from the living room as you grab a snack from the kitchen. “What’s what?” You roll your eyes at the vague question.

“This.” You glance up to see Seungmin with the most shit eating grin ever. Your eyes flicker over to the object he’s holding up, it’s a book…it was one of those books. “That’s nothing, so if you’d just-“ You laugh dryly, attempting to snatch the book out of Seungmin’s hand. But the brown haired man raises his arm above his head, flipping through some pages before letting out a chuckle.

“‘Oh god, fuck me harder-‘ what the fuck is this?!” Seungmin teased, the smirk on his face not faltering one bit. “Never took you to be such a freak.” He stated as he continued reading the pages.

“He felt as she clenched against his cock, throbbing inside her pussy.” Seungmin read off the page as your face turned a dark hue of red. “Min, give it to me.” You say sternly, his antics only fueling your embarrassment.

Seungmin squints at you before flipping back a few pages until he was satisfied with the scene taking place in the book. “He strides over to her, caging her body in his.” Seungmin read, his body moving closer to yours.

Your heart pounded as his arms caged you against the kitchen counter. “His eyes falling to her lips, licking them as if he were craving to taste her.” Seungmin’s eyes flickered to yours before shifting towards your lips, letting his tongue run along his lower lip.

It’s then that you realize that he’s reenacting the scene from the book. The start of a smut scene…with you.

Your cheeks couldn’t possibly be redder. Seungmin lets out a chuckle as he reads the next line, “He leans in connecting their lips together as one, moving passionately against one another.”

Seungmin glances back at you as he leans his face dangerously close to yours. You gulp as you notice his eyes flicker down to your lips once more. “Min,” You breath out shakily, hands flying to his biceps.

“You’re so dirty you know that? Getting turned on by me reading a erotic scene…you’re filthy.” You shut your eyes and bite your lip, praying that no sound pours from them at his sudden degradation.

“Oh and look at that, you really are a slut.”

“Fuck.” you groan, your thighs rubbing against each other instinctively. “Their tongues danced against each other as his hands wrapped around the curve of her ass, squeezing at the flesh.”

His hands followed what the book said, trailing along the dip of your back before gently cupping your ass. You stare up at him with anticipating eyes.

“What?” Seungmin tilts his head teasingly, “You want more?” You groan before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and connecting your lips. Seungmin almost jumped in shock, not expecting you to have actually kissed him. He thought that the borderline groping was gonna get him kicked out of your apartment.

Seungmin’s hands stabilize on your hips as your lips move against one another, teeth clashing and tongue gliding along. Grunting as he pushes his hips into yours. “You’re a little shit you know that?” You huff out against his wet, swollen lips.

“Says the person who has an erotic book.” Seungmin cocks his head to the side. You’re suddenly aware of the proximity between the two of your bodies. You bite your lip, yearning to connect his lips to yours once more. As if he read your mind, Seungmin cups your cheeks, licking at the bottom of your lip allowing entry.

Seungmin’s hands trail once more down the curve of your ass, gently massaging at the flesh there. You roll your hips into his with neediness as your tongues move along one another. “Shit,” Seungmin groans, his lips detaching from yours to rest his forehead against your shoulder. “You can’t just do that.”

You peer down at the previously arrogant, teasing boy in front of you, just see his ears bright red. You roll your hips once more to tease him, feeling his hardening cock beneath his slacks. A small groan left his mouth. “And you called me dirty for getting turned on.” You tsked. Seungmin huffed out a laugh.

His grip on your ass suddenly tightens, lifting you onto the counter. The cold marble counter, causing you to let out a shaky gasp. Seungmin takes the opportunity to kiss you once again, his hands smacking lightly at your ass.

He presses his erection into your crotch as he lazily humps into you. You bite your lower lip to stifle your moans, Seungmin notices. He brings his fingers up to your lips, parting them, allowing your sweet moans to slip from your mouth. “Let me hear you, yeah.”

“Can I?” He asked as his fingers trace along the hem of your pajama shorts. You’re quick to nod, wanting everything that your best friend is willing to give. Seungmin’s larger hands slip past the waistband of your shorts, helping you lift your hips to slide them off all the way. You don’t miss the way he stiffens at the sight of your soaked pussy that’s clinging against your panties.

”Shit, you’re such a fucking minx.” Seungmin sighed as he ran his hands up and down your thighs, “Pull this off for me.” Motioning to your shirt, you quickly understand his prompt, lifting it up and over your head. “Fuck, you’re such a slut you know that?”

You moan softly, rubbing your thighs together. You need friction. You need to be touched. You need his touch.

“Min please.” You plead, growing desperate for his touch. “What?” Seungmin cocks his brow at you, “Growing needy are you?” He simply tuts, shaking his head at you. “Min, I swear to God-“

”What?” He tilts his head, “Are you gonna beg for it?”

Frustration clouds your mind leading you to push him off your body, getting off the counter before gently- yet forcibly- pinning him against the counter. “I hate you.” You pout, nonetheless sinking to your knees in front of him. “You say as you’re about to suck my cock like a slut.” You playfully slap his thigh before unzipping his jeans.

You stare at his bulge in front of you. He’s big…not too big that you’d be scared of putting it in you, but just enough to wear it might sting. “Stop staring at it and put your pretty mouth to good use.” As you pull his boxers down, his cock springs out, standing proudly at your face.

Seungmin’s breath hitches as your lips trail kisses along the shaft, making your way to his tip. “Fuck,” A throaty groan pours from the brown haired boy’s mouth as you take him into your mouth. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth- taking me so well.” He grunts between shallow breaths, gripping a handful of your hair tightly.

You never thought Seungmin could be so vocal during sex…you were wrong.

Seungmin guides your head along the length of his cock by the grip of your hair. The slight sting only turning you on even more. Suddenly, he pulls you all the way on him; tip hitting the back of your throat as you gag around him. Your hands fly up to his thighs, patting them to notify him. Seungmin helps you off his cock with a pop.

“You okay?” His tone changes as he watches you cough excessively from the lack of oxygen. “Yeah.” You manage to say between breaths. You finally peer up at him after gathering yourself from almost suffocating on his cock. Seungmin gulps as he sees you teary eyes and wet eyelashes staring up at him in an almost innocent manner.

“Fucking hell.” Seungmin breathes out before raising you up from your knees and placing you on the counter once more. “Fuck, you’re so dirty you know that? I’m gonna fuck you so good, hm.” His rough hands rub along your inner thighs, trailing a bit higher with each passing second.

“God, please do.” You groan, instinctively separating your legs as he strokes himself. “You know the colors?” Seungmin cocks his head at you with a smirk, you eagerly nod in response. “Words.”

“Yes I know the col- oh my fuck!” You let out a moan as he, without warning, moves your panties to the side and rams himself into your throbbing cunt.

He roughly pushes your torso down, hand wrapping around your throat- not to the point where you're lacking oxygen, just a slight pressure. The sounds pouring from your mouth are almost pornographic. Wet squelching and skin against skin noises echoing throughout your kitchen. At the corner of your eye you notice the book that had been forgotten long ago.

Seungmin follows your gaze, with a free hand flipping a page. “God you’re so beautiful, sucking my cock inside your wet pussy.” You groan, though not out of pleasure, but for the fact that at one point you thought reading smutty books was better than experiencing it.

“Stop!” You gasped out, Seungmin glanced over to you and gave you a look, his grip on your neck loosening ever so slightly. “Yellow-“ He stops, “with the book! Keep going though.” Seungmin chuckles at you as he begins to pick up his speed.

“God you’re so beautiful. You know…I’ve liked you for a while.” Seungmin grunts into you, his hand leaving your throat and grasping at your hips to stabilize you. “Minnie- please stop…reading the book.”

“Not reading anything.” He stares at you, “I do like you.” Your body automatically clenches around him, that familiar knot in your stomach threatening to release. “Fuck Min, I like you too-“ Seungmin cuts you off abruptly with his lips. The feeling of both of your bodies together and knowing each other's feelings cause you to both spill over the edge.

Seungmin eased out of you, his warm cum slowly dripping out of your cunt. “Shit you’re so perfect.” Leaning in and placing a kiss on your lips before helping you off the counter.

“You fucked up my back.” You joke as the two of you laid on your bed after cleaning the mess you left in the kitchen. Seungmin raises his eyebrow at you, a small endearing smirk resting on his lips.

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[supernovafics]

hiiii i just read your entire i’ll be there for you universe and I’M OBSESSED❤️❤️ Friends to lovers is my favourite trope ever and I love how you wrote a cute slow burn without characters being toxic and mean towards each other bc that happens a lot!

I was wondering how would their parents react to them being together?? And when do they decide to tell their parents, and how it goes down? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to write it but I thought it might be cute!🌸🌸

𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k words

warnings: explicit language, fluff, implied smut, very slight parent drama

summary: in which your parents finally find out that you and steve are dating 

author's note: thanks for the request! (also for @hippiefairy02 since you requested basically the same thing like a week ago lol). i didn’t really know how to end this one so it kinda just ends lol<3 enjoy though<333

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Spring 1986

The movie became long forgotten after only the first twenty minutes, which was somewhat of a routine at this point. It was a good thing that you both had seen this one already. 

If you were to look back at who started everything this time around you’d toss the blame onto Steve for initiating the first kiss, but he’d put the blame on you for settling yourself close into his side and giving him a “certain look.”

You were far from thinking about who started what, though, because all you could focus on was the feel of Steve settled on top of you and his mouth against yours. 

Your hands started traveling underneath his plain white t-shirt and one of his took hold of your hip, teasingly slipping a finger or two beneath the waistband of your small pajama shorts. Your legs were tangled with his in a way that was a bit awkward because the couch was way too small to do anything completely comfortably, but you two were okay with making it work for the time being. 

You maneuvered a bit, attempting to push up so that your head could find the pillow that was leaning against the arm of the couch, and the abrupt movement made your forehead bump his.

It didn’t even hurt, but Steve still pulled back and looked at you concerned. “You okay?”

You nodded as you tilted your head up a bit to press a quick kiss against his nose. “I’m fine. You okay?”

“‘M good.” He nodded too and then slotted his lips against yours again.  

You were pulling away after only a second. “Wait, let’s switch. I feel like I’m gonna accidentally knee you or something.”

“Or we can just go to one of our rooms,” He suggested as his lips found your neck, which immediately made your eyes slip shut and you had to bite your lip to hold back the contented sigh that you wanted to let out. 

You almost said yes to Steve’s words, it would’ve been so easy to say yes, but you were trying to keep your thinking somewhat rational, so you shook your head instead. “If we do that, we’re not gonna come out for the rest of the night. And we said that we’d at least try to study for the test we have on Thursday once the movie’s over.”

“The movie we’re not watching,” He mumbled against your neck. 

“Still counts,” You said, lightly pushing him away, and he conceded as you shifted things around so that you were on top of him, settled nicely in his lap with your legs on either side of him. “See? Much better.” 

Before he could potentially say anything in response, you pushed a hand through his hair and leaned down to kiss him. His fingers started teasingly playing with the hem of your t-shirt before simply finding a home on your hips and squeezing you there. 

It was almost too obvious what should’ve happened next and both of you could feel the energy shifting into something a bit more heated, more needy. You would’ve lifted from his lap for a second so that he could slide down his sweatpants and boxers, and then you’d simply pull your underwear and shorts to the side because it would’ve been too much work to fully shimmy out of them. 

But then the phone started ringing in the kitchen and everything that felt like it was right on the verge of happening was pushed out of the window.  

You detached your mouth from Steve’s and sat up. “I’ll get it.”

He let out a groan, head falling back against the throw pillow and hands still on your hips. “Don’t.”

“We have six needy kids and a Robin, I think we have to answer it.”  

“Sadly, that makes sense,” His grip on you loosened and you finally maneuvered off of him after pressing a quick kiss against his forehead. 

You went to the kitchen, where the phone was, and picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hi,” It was easy to decipher your mom’s voice on the other end of the line. “What are you doing Saturday?”

It wasn’t surprising to you that your mom completely skipped past any sort of small talk; the “How are you’s” and “How’ve you been’s.” She always got straight to the point. 

“Me and Steve are gonna be out of town this weekend,” You answered. “I planned this whole date thing and we leave Friday night.” 

It was completely accidental; so accidental that at first, you didn’t even register what you had just told her.

“You and Steve are what?” 

“We’re gonna be in Chicago this weekend for—” You stopped abruptly, finally realizing what you said before. “Oh. Oh, yeah, um, we’re dating.” 

Her gasp was immediate. “Oh my God.”

You couldn’t decipher what that reaction was. She sounded surprised, definitely, but you couldn’t tell if it was a happy kind of surprise or upset.

“How long has it been?”

“A few months.” You shut your eyes then, bracing yourself for what you knew was about to be nothing short of an interrogation.

“What? Why haven’t you told us sooner?”

In all honesty, it wasn’t like either you or Steve were planning on keeping it from your parents forever, it had just never come up in the handful of conversations you’d had with them over the last few months. 

“It’s just, I don’t know. It hadn’t come up yet,” You ultimately answered. “And plus, you never really cared that much about my other relationships.”

“Sure, but Steve’s completely different. This is great!” She told you, and you inwardly sighed in relief that she was happy about the news; even though you were certain that you wouldn’t have cared about having her “approval” either way. “Does Christine know?” 

“No.” 

“Okay, I’m gonna call her right now,” Your mom told you, and you were actually perfectly okay with her ending the call with you right then to go call Steve’s mom instead. “Oh, this is so great!”

She was hanging up before you could say anything else and you were sighing as you placed the phone back on the hook.

“I’m sorry,” You told Steve as you joined him back on the couch. 

He looked at you, confused. “What happened?”

“I accidentally just told my mom that we’re dating, and now she’s calling your mom to tell her too.”  

“Oh, okay, that’s not that bad,” He shrugged. “I guess it had to happen eventually.”

“Yes, but I was kinda hoping that that day would be years from now. Like, when we sent out wedding invitations or something.” 

In your head, telling your friends about you and Steve was one thing, but telling your parents was something entirely different. Your friends were heavily involved in your life, and you knew that you couldn’t keep it from them forever because of that; and then it eventually just felt right to finally be honest about it, anyway. 

Telling your parents, on the other hand, was the farthest thing from your mind. 

“They would probably kill us if we did that. Especially our moms because you know that they’re gonna wanna be involved in the whole thing,” Steve told you, and you knew he was right. 

There were some few and far in-between moments where your parents would switch and pretend to be real parents that were actually involved in their kid’s life. Usually, it only happened during the holidays; Christmases spent pretending that you were a happy and normal family or Thanksgivings that were used to prove the same thing. In a way, it made sense for this news to warrant that same kind of treatment.

You groaned as you leaned further into Steve. “I hate that you’re right.”

Your mom was calling back barely twenty minutes later, right as the two of you were in the middle picking up where you had left off before the first call. Steve answered that time, pulling his sweatpants back up and heading over to the kitchen, and you slipped your shirt back over your head.

“Oh, um, yeah, that’s fine. That night is good,” You heard him say. “We’ll be there.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at whatever he was agreeing to right then.  

He hung up a few moments later and gave you an apologetic look. “Okay, now I’m the one that needs to say sorry.”

“What happened?”

“It was your mom,” Steve started as he sat next to you again. “She said she talked to my mom and they’re both really happy about us dating. And they decided that they wanna have a “celebratory dinner” kind of thing with us.”

“No.”

Steve nodded. “It’s gonna be at your parent’s house on Thursday since she knows that we’re going to Chicago for the weekend. I couldn’t think of an excuse on the spot, so I was just agreeing.”

“Oh, God. I feel like this is gonna be like Thanksgiving all over again.”

“Hopefully the dessert is better this time around,” He said, attempting to lighten the mood, and you let out a laugh. 

“If not, then we will definitely be ending the night at Third Street,” You told him and he nodded in agreement before pulling you into his lap. 

“Can we please go to my room?” He asked, arms circling around you. “I feel like the couch is cursed.”

You smiled, lips finding his for a brief second. “Okay, yes, I’ll allow it.”

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This night didn’t feel anything like the Thanksgiving dinner that you and Steve had been forced to have all those months ago; at least, not at first. During that night, your parents had gone on and on about their ski trip that was coming up and there were barely any moments where the conversation was focused on you and Steve. 

Now things were different because all they cared about was talking about you two, which did make sense given the reasoning for the dinner. But still, you knew your parents, and this amount of excited fanfare surrounding the two of you felt entirely unexpected. 

Your dad was jokingly giving his “stamp of approval” for the relationship, and Steve’s dad was saying something about how you’d always been a good influence on Steve. And then your moms went on tangent after tangent going down memory lane and telling stories about you and Steve as kids. 

“I’d been hoping this would happen ever since the cruise,” Christine said, a happy smile on her face. “You two were practically attached at the hip the entire time, and that still hasn’t changed.” 

“Yes, you guys were always so cute together. Oh, and remember when you took each other to your proms? I think I still have the pictures somewhere,” Your mom said, smiling happily as well, and you honestly wouldn’t have even minded if she brought out the pictures. 

Eventually, though, things shifted, and toward the end of dinner, the conversation moved away from you and Steve. Instead, your parents started reminiscing about old moments from their collective friendship that didn’t involve you and Steve at all. This made sense to you; you knew that it could only be a matter of time before they finally started talking about themselves.   

With the topic of you and Steve long forgotten, you two slipped away from the table, no one noticing or stopping you, and retreated to your old bedroom that was just down the hall. 

You sat at the foot of your old bed and watched as Steve simply walked around, taking a look at the things that you had decided to leave behind and not bring along to the apartment. 

You kicked your shoes off and crossed your legs under you. “Tonight actually hasn’t been completely unbearable.” 

“Yeah, weirdly, it hasn’t,” Steve agreed as he walked over to you and leaned down to press a kiss against the top of your head. “There’s no dessert though, so we’ll have to go to Third Street.”

“Do you think they’d notice if we slipped out of my window right now?” 

He laughed a bit. “Fifty-fifty shot.”

“Personally, I wouldn’t mind taking those odds,” You said, smiling up at him. 

“I would say okay, but I think I have to be the reasonable one here and say that we should just walk out the front door like normal people.”

His words only made you smile wider because usually, it was you who would say the logical thing to do in situations.

“We’ve swapped roles tonight,” You said as you stood up and put your shoes back on. “I think you do a great job as the reasonable one.” 

“I don’t like it. You can have that job back after tonight,” He told you, smiling as his hand found yours.

You only nodded as you and he headed out of your bedroom. Your parents were still at the dining table, laughing about something that you didn’t hear. 

“Hey, we’re gonna head out. We have to wake up early tomorrow, so yeah,” You said, pulling their attention onto you and Steve. It was a lie, but it felt like it would be a plausible enough excuse. “Thanks for tonight.” 

“Yeah, it was great,” Steve agreed with a quick nod. 

A slew of “Goodnight’s” and “Drive safe’s” came from your parents, which you two nodded and smiled at before exiting your house. 

You let out a sigh of relief once you were sat in the passenger seat of Steve’s car. 

The night hadn’t been horrible, you’d experienced much worse dinners with your parents. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t glad that this one was over. 

“So, are we gonna be basic tonight and do milkshakes, or have whatever pie Mary made for the night?” You asked as you played with the radio and then left it on a station that you’d probably end up changing in a minute or two. 

Steve took a quick glance at you and smiled. “If she made apple, then I think the answer is obvious.”

“Very true,” You nodded and smiled back at him. 

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[notiddygothgf]

15. An Affair

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ I'm not going home with you. ❞

★ c.w.: domestic violence, confessions (bad ones)

★ a/n: HEY GUYSSSS!! its my day off today and instead of studying I wanted to put somethin' out for my girlies. im ngl, this chapter was so hard to write, but the ending was so worth it. Y'all are gonna have such a love/hate relationship w me after this. Anyway! I hope yall enjoy! Keep those wonderful comments coming! I hope you have all been well. If not, I hope this chapter cheers you up (it prob. wont.)

★ w.c: .5.8k

shameless ; chapter index

PUBLIC SAFETY ALERT:|  Your presence has been requested at Public Safety Tokyo HQ. A mission is being assigned to you.

Seen

The morning air hung thick around the quiet school grounds, carrying a chill that made your skin prickle. Each step forward felt measured, heavy, as you walked alongside your husband, the space between you humming with unspoken tension. He walked with his hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze darting toward you now and then, searching for an opening to break the silence. But you kept your eyes fixed on the road ahead, determined to keep this quiet, to push down the remnants of last night’s argument until you could forget it entirely. Or at least pretend to.

Finally, he spoke, voice soft and wary. “About last night…” He trailed off, pausing to clear his throat as if that might help the words come more easily. “I didn’t mean for things to… go that way. I was just worried. I shouldn’t have…” He let out a short, strained breath, his gaze fixed on the ground.

The apology hung in the air between you, awkward, unfinished, and you felt it tug at something inside you—a part of you that almost wanted to forgive him. Almost.

But the way he’d looked at you, the words he’d said, were still fresh, lingering like a bruise that hadn’t fully healed. A quiet, distrustful part of him had surfaced last night, and even though he seemed sorry now, that part of him was still there, waiting.

You swallowed, keeping your voice steady, measured. “Can we just… do this job?” Your words were a plea wrapped in exhaustion, and you could feel his shoulders slump, the small fight in him deflating in one slow exhale.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Sure.”

The building finally came into view, its pale brick walls rising against the sky like an empty, blank stare. Division 4 waited by the entrance, their expressions serious, their stances taut with quiet anticipation. Aki stood slightly off to the side, his posture rigid, arms folded, his gaze fixed on the school’s shadowed entrance. And even in the cool, gray light, you found him instantly, drawn to that familiar, unshakable steadiness.

You caught his eye, and for a fleeting moment, the tension in your chest eased, his gaze steadying you like an anchor. There was a question in his eyes, something soft and understanding, though it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. He held your gaze just a beat too long, as if reluctant to let it go, and you felt a quiet understanding settle between you.

“Good morning!” Himeno’s voice sliced through the tension, her warm smile easing the air around you all as she approached. She waved, the familiar glow in her eyes brightening her face. “Glad to see you’re here.”

Your husband shifted beside you, his face flickering with something unreadable as his eyes lingered on Aki before he turned to Himeno, offering her a small nod. Then, as if reminding himself of his role, he extended a hand toward Aki, his expression carefully neutral, voice formal. “Captain Hayakawa.”

Aki’s gaze drifted to the offered handshake, his expression barely shifting. There was a flicker of something—disdain, perhaps, or maybe just indifference. He didn’t bother to hide it. Instead, he straightened, his face a mask of calm detachment as he looked toward the group. 

“Let’s head in,” he said smoothly, his tone level, almost too controlled. His eyes flicked back to you and your husband, impassive. “You’re late.”

Himeno’s gaze flickered from you to Aki, a faint smile tugging at her lips, as if she could read the silent tension, though she chose not to comment. She was sharp that way, perceptive to the smallest changes, though she kept her observations to herself, a quiet ally in the awkwardness.

He’s so hot when he plays captain.

Your husband’s hand dropped back to his side, his face momentarily tightening before he carefully masked it, his expression becoming a careful blankness. He took a step back, composing himself as he fell into line behind you, saying nothing.

Aki kept his gaze forward, ignoring the unspoken friction that lingered in the air, his posture steady, unbothered. But you could sense the tension simmering just beneath the surface, in the slight shift of his shoulders, in the way he held his jaw just a bit too tight.

As the group began moving toward the building, you found yourself drawn beside Aki, his presence a steadying force that you clung to, even as you kept a careful distance. The two of you fell into step, shoulders almost brushing, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him despite the cold around you. He kept his eyes forward, his expression giving nothing away, but the quiet understanding between you both was enough.

Your husband walked behind you now, his steps deliberate, and though he said nothing, you could feel the weight of his gaze flickering between you and Aki. There was a guardedness in his posture, a watchfulness that lingered in the space between you all, like he was waiting for something to confirm whatever suspicions still lingered in his mind.

The school loomed closer, its windows dark, reflecting the dull gray sky back at you, and as you approached, a strange, unsettling stillness settled over the group. The building seemed to watch you all with an empty, silent gaze, as if daring you to step inside, to disturb whatever lay waiting in its shadows.

The building swallowed you up the moment you stepped inside, closing in around the group like a mouth with bated breath. Aki’s flashlight flicked on, cutting through the darkness in a narrow beam that skimmed over half-open lockers and scattered shoes left behind in haste. Stray papers littered the ground, pages from abandoned notebooks catching the flashlight’s glow, rustling softly with each step, as if stirred to life by your passing.

You stayed close to Aki, moving at his side, careful not to draw too near but finding comfort in his steady, unwavering pace. Beside him, you could let your own unease simmer beneath the surface, half-hidden, masked by his calm. Every now and then, he shifted the flashlight to scan further down the hall, his expression as unreadable as ever, and yet, in the quiet, a tension simmered. He was prepared, senses sharpened; you knew by the way his shoulder brushed yours in the narrow passage, felt by the slightest tightening of his grip on the flashlight.

Behind you, your husband walked a few steps back, his silence no less present. He didn’t have to say anything for you to feel the way he observed, his eyes moving between you and Aki with a cautious deliberation. The weight of his gaze lingered on the spaces between you, where he seemed to search for something neither spoken nor visible, yet unmistakable.

The halls echoed with your footfalls and the quiet hum of distant lights that hadn’t yet died out completely. The building had the eerie feel of a place left suddenly, like whoever had been here had simply vanished mid-motion. The lockers were open, contents strewn about as if someone had been in too much of a rush to close them properly. Shoes and scattered backpacks lined the floor, small details that added an unsettling familiarity to the strangeness around you. It felt like walking through a memory someone had tried to erase.

“This place is giving me the creeps,” Himeno whispered, her voice breaking through the quiet like the flutter of a bird’s wings. She kept close to Denji, her eyes darting around, and he gave a tight grin, though his shoulders were wound tense, his hand twitching at his side.

Aki didn’t respond, just kept his eyes forward, his flashlight sweeping the walls and floor as he led you through the darkened hallways. The silence settled back over the group, thickening as you continued deeper into the building. You reached the cafeteria, its entrance looming before you like the mouth of a cavern. Aki stepped over a fallen backpack just inside, his flashlight catching on the glint of scattered utensils and trays, and Denji followed close behind, moving with a quiet intensity that belied his usual carelessness. He lingered near the doorway, casting a quick glance at Aki before slipping further inside, putting a bit of distance between them as though seeking his own sense of direction, away from Aki’s unspoken authority.

You stepped in as well, your heart beating faster as the room stretched before you in a dim, empty sprawl. Anxiety simmered in your chest, the stillness of the place pressing down harder with each step. It was as if something waited just beyond the edges of the flashlight’s reach, lurking in the corners, lying in wait. You forced yourself to take a steady breath, though the question lingered, unsettling in its quiet persistence: Why hadn’t anything happened yet?

Then, Aki’s voice, low but clear, cut through the quiet. “Do you hear that?”

You stopped, tilting your head to listen. “What?” you whispered, your eyes scanning the dim shadows around you.

“There’s a… ticking sound,” he replied, his brow furrowing as he tilted the flashlight upward, his gaze following the beam to scan the high, shadowed ceiling.

Himeno stepped forward, moving cautiously, her eyes narrowing as she glanced around the room. “I don’t see anything,” she murmured, her tone wavering.

Aki’s attention sharpened, and he moved deeper into the room, his flashlight focusing on the rows of overturned tables and chairs, like soldiers abandoned mid-march. He stopped in front of an industrial oven, the source of the faint ticking that had drawn his attention. He bent down, inspecting it closely before he turned back to you all, his voice tense. “Stand back,” he ordered, gesturing for everyone to move away as he prepared to open it.

The group took a few steps back, a collective breath held as Aki swung the oven door open. The flashlight revealed only empty racks and dust, nothing to suggest any real danger, and yet the ticking persisted, faint but insistent.

Aki straightened, glancing back toward you all with a small shake of his head. “Nothing in there.”

The moment he spoke, a low rumble began, a tremor that sent vibrations through the floor. You looked to him, worry blooming as he took a step backward, his attention still on the others as if to reassure you all—but before he could say a word, the wall behind him burst open with a deafening crack.

Dust and debris exploded into the air, and Aki was thrown forward, his body slammed by a wave of rubble that crashed over him. He fell hard, hitting the ground as chunks of concrete and metal scattered around him. You staggered back, your breath catching as the sound of the explosion reverberated in your ears, muffling everything but the thundering of your own heartbeat.

Your ears were ringing, your head was throbbing, yet all you could think was – Aki.

The moment you saw him lying there, still and silent, everything around you faded into a muted blur. A distant voice, your husband’s, drifted from behind you, sounding strained and far away. 

“I’m here,” he called out, steady but cautious, like he was trying to anchor you, but it barely registered. 

The sight of Aki’s limp body, his chest unmoving, was all you could see. You moved past everyone—blind to the dust, the debris, and even the sharp sting in your own side—your legs carrying you to him without thought.

“Aki!” The shout tore from your throat before you could stop it, raw with a panic you couldn’t hold back. You rushed forward, your hands trembling as you stumbled over the debris, your focus locked on Aki’s crumpled form amid the settling dust – professional names be damned.

Dropping to your knees beside him, you reached out, cradling his head in your lap, your hands trembling as you gently lifted his face toward yours. Your fingers found their way to his cheeks, then to his brow, tracing the slight furrow still etched into it, as though he had fought to stay conscious even until the last moment. He was still warm, but his skin was too pale. It was as if the entire world had come to a halt around you. Somewhere behind, you could sense the others standing in stunned silence, unmoving. How could they just stand there, watching? The love of your life could be slipping away, and they were frozen.

Love of my life…

The thought stopped you cold, a rush of fear and realization so profound it almost hurt. Had it really taken you that long to realize it?

“He’s alive,” you whispered, your voice hoarse, so quiet you could hardly recognize it as your own.

From the corner of your eye, you saw your husband watching, his face tense but unreadable, taking in the scene with a look of guarded apprehension. He didn’t say anything, though you felt his gaze linger as you checked Aki’s pulse, letting yourself believe, even if for a moment, that everything might be okay.

Himeno limped toward you, her face pale and streaked with dust, though her eyes were focused. Denji hovered nearby, his gaze shifting nervously between Aki and the rest of the room, his usual bravado strangely absent.

A slow, mocking laugh echoed through the darkness, slicing through the tension. The sound sent a chill down your spine, and Himeno’s gaze snapped toward the source, her mouth twisting into a grimace. “Shit. He’s here,” she muttered, glancing down at you. “You’re bleeding.”

You blinked, looking down at your side, only just noticing the thick patch of blood soaking through your shirt. A sharp pain throbbed beneath your ribs, and you inhaled unsteadily, trying to keep your focus. You had been so concerned with Aki, you hadn’t noticed that a stray piece of metal from the inside of the wall had embedded itself into your side.

“He’s barely breathing,” you said, fighting to keep your voice steady. “We have to call for help.”

Your ears were ringing, the edges of the room swimming slightly as adrenaline surged and ebbed in rapid waves. Himeno looked at you, her expression torn, her face bruised and her breathing labored. But then she nodded, her decision clear. “Call for help,” she instructed firmly. “You stay with him and keep checking his pulse until they arrive. The rest of you,” she turned to Denji and your husband, “are coming with me. Let’s put this bastard down.”

Nodding, you reached for Aki’s walkie-talkie, your fingers slipping slightly as you clutched the radio and pressed the call button. Your voice cracked as you spoke. “This is… this is urgent. Aki’s down. He’s unconscious, barely breathing. He’s bleeding out—we need immediate backup.”

The rest of the group slipped away – Your husband cast you one final glance before following suit, leaving you and your lover alone with nothing but the deafening silence to accompany you.

The silence that followed felt endless, punctuated only by the faint static from the walkie-talkie and Aki’s faint, irregular breaths. You swallowed, trying to keep your focus even as your hands began to shake.

“Stay with me, Aki,” you whispered, brushing a lock of hair from his face, your fingers lingering on his cheek, willing him to open his eyes, to just look at you. But he remained still, each shallow breath a reminder of how close you had come to losing him.

Fifteen minutes later—though it felt like hours—help arrived. Three officers rushed in, their faces taut with concern as they took in the scene. One of them, a man you vaguely recognized, gave you a solemn nod before crouching down beside you, reaching for Aki. His hands were gentle, but the thought of someone else touching him, moving him, felt like a knife twisting in your chest.

“We’ve got him now,” he said quietly, but when he reached out to lift Aki, a desperate surge of protectiveness made you tighten your hold.

“No—” The word left your lips before you could stop it, raw and laced with panic. But they gently pried him from your arms, and the separation felt like a wound opening wide, a visceral ache that made it hard to breathe.

You clutched your bleeding side, your vision blurring as you tried to steady yourself. A thick, aching pain throbbed in your chest as you watched them begin to lift him, every instinct screaming to stay by his side. You had to follow. You had to make sure he would be okay.

“Aiko,” one of the officers said, his voice firm yet gentle, nodding toward the door. “Take them outside.”

He moved beside Aki, lifting him carefully, and without another word, he threw one of Aki’s arms over his shoulder, giving you a brief, determined glance. “Come on. Grab his other side.”

Wordlessly, you nodded, stepping forward and slipping your arm around Aki’s waist, bracing him as you lifted his other arm over your shoulder. The weight of him pressed against you, grounding you, and you forced yourself to keep moving, even as every step felt like a jagged edge digging deeper into your side.

With each step toward the exit, the fresh air grew closer, yet the world felt hazy, every breath heavy with worry and the knowledge that nothing would ever feel certain until he opened his eyes again.

As you moved to lean over, easing Aki into the seat beside you, a sharp, searing pain suddenly tore up your side, fierce enough to make you gasp. Your hand slipped, and you nearly dropped him, his weight sagging as you stumbled back, struggling to catch your breath. It took everything you had to hold steady, to keep your balance, gritting your teeth as you fought to ignore the blooming heat spreading across your ribs.

Aiko, his face furrowing with concern, caught sight of the blood soaking through your shirt. “Shit, are you bleeding?” he asked, eyes widening as he looked from you to the deep red stain.

The pain was settling into something fierce and relentless, throbbing with each shallow breath you took. You nodded, barely able to speak through the tightness in your chest, feeling the sting pulse along every nerve.

Without hesitation, Aiko steadied Aki, shifting his weight to settle him securely into the back seat of the car. Then he turned to you, his tone calm but firm as he took in your paling face and shaking hands. “We’re taking you to the hospital too. Both of you,” he said, cutting off any protest before you could muster one. “Get in the car. Other side.”

The finality in his voice made it clear there was no room for argument, and even if you wanted to push back, your strength was dwindling. You bit down against the pain, making your way around to the other side, sliding in opposite Aki. The weight of the seat seemed to press into your side, aggravating the wound as you struggled to find a comfortable position. You glanced over at Aki, his face still pale, breaths shallow as he lay slumped against the seat.

As the car started up, you shifted carefully, reaching over to lay his head in your lap. The feel of him there—fragile, the warmth of his skin faint against your touch—steadied you. Your fingers brushed over his hair, gentle and soothing, a small comfort as you tried to hold back the trembling in your hands.

Aiko turned to the driver. “Take them both straight to the hospital, now.”

The engine rumbled to life, and the car jolted forward, pulling you away from the scene, the night blurring past as the streetlights flickered over you in a stream of dim light. You adjusted yourself slowly, angling your body to support Aki’s head in your lap without disturbing your wound, even as the pain persisted, gnawing with every bump and turn. But you didn’t care; all that mattered was keeping him close, reassuring yourself with each faint breath he took, each barely-there rise and fall of his chest.

You focused on his face, his closed eyes and furrowed brows, his features softened in unconsciousness, untouched by his usual sharpness and guarded restraint. It was almost peaceful—if not for the bruises beginning to form along his cheek, the small streaks of blood that marred his skin. You reached up, wiping away a smudge of dust from his forehead, the simple act anchoring you to the moment, grounding you in the steady silence of the drive.

The pain in your side was starting to numb, fading into a distant ache as the adrenaline dulled your senses. But the reality of it all—the weight of what had happened, the fear that had gripped you—settled heavily over you like a thick fog, refusing to lift. You leaned back, eyes never leaving Aki’s face, your hand resting gently on his shoulder as the car carried you both toward the hospital, away from the shadows of that place.

In the quiet, with the hum of the engine and the soft darkness around you, it was just the two of you, a fragile peace holding steady as you waited for help, the tension of the night still lingering but softened by the small, steady assurance of his presence in your lap, the nauseating fear as you whispered again, 

“Stay with me, Aki.”

The moment you had been cleared to leave the hospital some three or four hours later, you found out what room Aki was staying in and rushed right over. There he was – stable, albeit not in very good shape. He was still asleep (which the attending nurse had said something about earlier, something along the lines of a medically-induced sleep). His skin was a little more colorful now, but still pale. He was donning the same hospital gown you had been wearing a few hours earlier, hair down out of it’s typical style and splayed out over the pillow. His vitals were being monitored on a screen on the other side of his hospital bed – an IV dripped syrupy-looking medicine into his veins.

He was achingly beautiful, even now. You stood off to the side of his bed, arms crossed nervously over your chest, fingers being chewed by your teeth. You didn’t know how long you had been waiting there – hell, you hadn’t even checked your phone since you had been discharged.

A pit in your stomach made it impossible to eat, even if you had certainly worked up quite the appetite. You didn’t want to leave his bedside, even for a moment. Any moment, he could slip away – slip through your fingertips and leave you for good (even if the doctors told you he was stable).

You stood at Aki’s bedside, rooted in place, the room spinning slowly around you as the weight of your own feelings sank in, cold and unstoppable. You’d been forced to confront it back there in the rubble, but now, with him lying so still before you, there was no denying it. Aki was the love of your life. 

The realization hit you again like a wave crashing over your head, pulling you under. He was it—the person you’d been circling, moving toward all this time without even knowing it. And if you lost him, you didn’t know how you’d survive it. The thought alone was enough to make the air feel thin, the walls closing in as you struggled to catch a full breath.

Aki looked almost serene under the fluorescent hospital lights, his face softened and bare, no longer hidden behind his usual quiet guard. His hair lay messily across the pillow, spilling across his forehead, casting delicate shadows over his cheeks. He looked painfully beautiful, achingly real in a way that left you feeling raw, vulnerable. And you knew then that you had been clinging to him, maybe all along, without even realizing it. There was something in his presence that grounded you, something you couldn’t name, but now that you had it, you didn’t know how you’d live without it. Without him.

A hollow ache twisted in your stomach, and you crossed your arms tightly over your chest, as if you could keep yourself from unraveling entirely. What if you’d lost him before you ever had the chance to tell him—before he knew what he meant to you? The thought stabbed at you, fierce and unrelenting. You tried to imagine a world where he wasn’t here, where he’d slipped away in those moments of silence and chaos, and the thought alone felt like stepping into an endless void, cold and unforgiving. 

What would you do if he left, if he was gone? How would you wake up each morning knowing he wasn’t there, wasn’t just a few steps away, grounding you in the only way he knew how—without even trying?

You swallowed hard, biting down against the well of emotions, feeling the sting of it all build in your throat. Your fingers trembled, itching to reach out, to grasp his hand, to feel the pulse of life beneath his skin. But you couldn’t bear it—couldn’t bear to feel the fragility of him, couldn’t stand the thought of his warmth fading, of his presence slipping away from you forever.

It was the one thing you couldn’t lose. Not him. 

And as you stood there, heart pounding, head spinning, you swore that if he woke up, you’d find a way to make him understand that—how much he meant to you, how deeply he had become a part of you. How he was the only one who ever truly had loved you.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts. Without waiting for an answer, the door slid open, and in stepped Tanimoto, brown eyes somber like he knew he was the last person you wanted to see.

You looked at him, and suddenly, your mouth ran dry. What more was there to say? One look into his eyes, and you knew there was no need to clarify.

He understood, now. Everything.

He cleared his throat, “Hey.”

“Hey,” You said back, voice hoarse from all of the crying you had done before he came, from shouting Aki’s name the moment that wall blew up. “How’d the mission go?”

It was then that you realized – you couldn’t possibly have been less concerned with his well being on the mission since he had left you there with Aki in your arms, too preoccupied with the state of your lover to care.

“It went alright,” He sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He didn’t dare to move any closer, standing a considerable distance away from you, like he wasn’t sure whether or not approaching you would be the best idea. “It wound up being the school lunch devil, or some shit like that. A real small fry, but he wound up having a piece of the gun devil’s flesh. That would explain the…” He glanced over at Captain Hayakawa’s sleeping form, wincing at his condition, “Explosion.”

There was a pause. A long, drawn out silence, during which neither of you made eye contact. Your husband was the first one to breach it.

“Look, I was going to apologize about what I said last night, but… after today– after what I saw back there, I… I’ve been thinking of what I’d say to you,” He finally – finally – approached the elephant in the room, avoiding your gaze the entire time (not that it left Aki). He paused again to release a trembling breath. “Am I… mistaken? About you and him?”

Your eyes began to water before you knew it. It was as if everything from the past few hours – past few days had finally come crashing down on you. In one heart-aching moment, the world you had spent all of your time building up – the lies, all of it – came to a standstill. 

And it was then that you realized you didn’t have the strength to lie to him anymore. Not when the love of your life was sitting right there.

So you swallowed the lump in your throat, taking a moment to build up the icy resolve you desperately needed before you answered slowly.

 “No. You’re not mistaken,” You breathed. “I’m his mistress. I’m having an affair.”

And there it was.

The words hung in the air, heavy and irreversible, cutting through the sterile quiet of the hospital room. You could see the impact ripple across his face, a flicker of pain breaking through his carefully maintained calm before he composed himself again, pressing his tongue into his cheek as he nodded, slow and mechanical. The look in his eyes sharpened, darkening to something you could hardly recognize, and a tremor of fear crawled up your spine.

You had expected this moment to feel like some kind of release, like pulling off a bandage and letting the wound breathe. But as you looked at him, at the silent fury and restrained hurt carved into his features, a different kind of fear settled over you—one that made your body tense, instinctively bracing for whatever he might do next.

You couldn’t stop the shaking. It started in your hands, then moved through your shoulders, until your whole body felt unsteady, as if it could collapse under the weight of what you’d just admitted. The question pressed itself into your mind, unbidden: would he hit you? Here, in this sterile, fluorescent-lit space with Aki lying beside you? It felt like a violation, the idea of violence in a place that was supposed to be safe, where people came to heal. But even as the thought crossed your mind, you knew it wasn’t impossible.

To your shock, though, he didn’t raise a hand. He only let out a slow, exhausted breath, his shoulders slumping, as though the anger was something that would consume him from within rather than burst out. "I knew it," he muttered, his voice tight and shaking. He swallowed hard, but there was no break, no moment of hesitation as he spoke again. “I knew it from the start, but I thought—” He cut himself off, staring at you with that cold, assessing gaze that felt like he was searching for any sign of regret, any hint that you cared about what this was doing to him. “You don’t even sound the least bit sorry about it, do you?”

There it was—a blow sharper than any slap or strike, his words digging in deep, meant to hurt. You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came, just a hollow, empty ache that left you frozen. Because the truth was, no matter how you tried to twist it, he was right. You weren’t sorry. Not about loving Aki, not about the way you felt when you looked at him, even lying in a hospital bed, his face softened and beautiful in the stark light.

“I’m not. I don’t regret it,” You retorted, a little bolder, now that the cat was finally out of the bag. What more was there to lose? Straightening your shoulders, you added, “We’re in love.”

He glanced at Aki. A cold, humorless laugh left his lips. When he glanced back at you, there wasn’t even an ounce of affection for you – all that was left was hatred, the same hatred you felt for him.

Before you could part your lips to speak again, he was craning his hand back – then there was a familiar sting.

He had hit you. Again.

And the worst part was that you couldn’t even bring yourself to oppose it. A moment of sickening silence passed before he spoke again.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” He spoke calmly, calculatedly, but you could hear the anger that seeped through his words. “This will be the last time you see him. You are to never speak of him again, or of this, and in exchange, I’ll let you keep the money and the house… and your life back at home.”

You swallowed, refusing to let him see the full extent of the hurt. It was nothing you hadn’t weathered before. And besides, the pain only sharpened the resolve forming inside you, stealing something that had felt soft, uncertain before. You weren’t backing down this time.

He watched you with an icy expression, something gleaming in his eyes that made you feel small, like a child being reprimanded, caught out in a lie you could barely understand. You gnawed the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to hold his gaze even as your eyes stung. He’d hit you, yes, but it was nothing compared to the ache in your chest, the hollowed-out feeling that had grown deeper with each beat of this tense, bitter silence.

His voice was sharp as he leaned in, his words clipped and venomous. “You can see him this one final time, and then it’s over,” he sneered. “That’s what you wanted, right? To see him?”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and without thinking, you shot back, “Yes, but not to say goodbye.”

He stilled, his expression darkening, mouth twisting into something half incredulous, half enraged. “I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

But you’d started now, and there was no way to take it back. The words spilled out, gathering momentum as you spoke, voice steadying with each syllable. “Yes,” you repeated, stronger this time, voice firm. “But not to say goodbye.”

He looked at you like you were unhinged, something unfamiliar and unfathomable to him, and his lip curled with distaste. “You’re insane,” he spat, barely keeping his voice in check. “You’re hopeless. You’re married. It’s time to wake up and go home.”

The word married twisted inside you, feeling more like a chain than a bond, something cold and suffocating. And in that instant, as he spat the word out, you knew there was no future left here, no home in this hollow arrangement he was calling marriage.

And then, you dropped the second bomb of the evening.

“I’m not going home with you.” Your voice was quiet but clear, the words like iron. You felt something break free within you, some final tether to the life you’d been clinging to.

“I want a divorce.”

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“I wanna be the one that makes your day” Stan x FTM! Reader

title from best friend by rex orange county

warnings: non descriptive hunger/eating talk, taking of edibles

a/n: i’m ngl this is prob ooc but im in dysphoria city right now so bear with me… </3

plus im not gonna lie, the dysphoria doesn’t even get addressed further than like the first paragraph, i wanted to focus on how I think stan would handle your being upset less than the dysphoria itself

You sighed, curling yourself tighter, clutching a pillow. Music played from a speaker in the corner of the room but you barely heard it. It was just one of those days. One of those days where the tiny voice in the back of your head started to shout. At first you thought you could push it back, grabbing your boyfriend’s hoodie to conceal your figure from the world, and more importantly yourself.

Before you could dive deeper into scrutinizing everything about yourself, your phone began to vibrate under your pillow. You groan and flopped over, hoping whoever was calling gave the hell up. For a brief moment, you thought they did, then the buzzing started back up just as soon as it ended. You begrudgingly reach under your pillow, looking at the screen, eyes squinting from the bright screen contrasting with darkness of your room. Big bold letters displaying “Staniel” and a .5 angled picture of your boyfriend Stan repeatedly flashed to the tune of the vibrations. The contact name usually makes you laugh since it stemmed from a particularly intoxicated night but now it only filled you with dread. You loved Stan to death, but you really didn’t want him to see you like this.

Your thumb hovers over the accept button hesitantly, before you sigh and click accept. “Hey, Stan.” You wince at the raspiness of your voice. “Y/N! Are you alright? You didn’t answer any of my texts, I got worried.” Stans voice was laced with both concern and relief. Your heart twinged. You didn’t mean to ignore his texts, but at some point you stopped checking your phone. “I’m sorry, my love.. I didn’t mean to worry you.” Stan stayed silent for a bit. “What’s going on, baby? I can tell something’s bothering you.” You bit your lip for a bit as you debated whether or not you wanted to keep up the façade. “Are you busy right now?” “No, I’m not. You want me to come over?” “Mhm..” Stan’s end of the line was silent for a few minutes besides from some shuffling. “Stan?” You ask softly. “I’ll be there in 5.” A car door shuts in the background. “Thanks, dude.” You mumble softly. You don’t hang up, opting to listen to the white noise in Stan’s car.

After a few minutes there was a knock on your front door. You trudge through your apartment, stomach growling as you walk, reminding you of the lack of nutrients in your body. You comb through your hair with your fingers, attempting to make yourself look presentable. Between the puffiness of your eyes and cheeks, unkempt hair, and Stan’s ratty old hoodie, you weren’t winning any fashion shows any time soon. You open the door, revealing your boyfriend with a backpack slung over his shoulder and a duffel bag in his arms. “Hi.” You greet him with a weak smile as you move to the side to let him in. Stan walks in, setting his stuff down before spinning on his heels to face you. “You look like shit, dude.” “Gee, thanks.” You say softly, gazing shifting to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” Stan brings you into a hug, kissing your forehead softly. You lean into his touch, grateful that he was here. “Y’wanna talk about it?” He asks softly. You shake your head, squeezing him tighter. That was one of the amazing things about dating stan. He knew first hand that sometimes talking did more harm than good. Sometimes some TLC was all you needed. “That’s alright. Have you eaten?” You shake your head once again. “Well, as you know, I’m shit at cooking, so how about I order some pizza? Unless you want burnt eggs for dinner?” You chuckle softly, soft smile forming on your face. Stan beams at the fact that he got you to smile. “Okay, so! As you can see, I brought over an inventory of stuff for operation ‘Make my boyfriend feel better.’” He kneels down, unzipping the backpack and rummaging through it. “We’ve got, 3 choices of deliciously shitty movies. We can watch all or none, no biggie.. Mario Kart and Mario Party, comfy socks, that hoodie you like, and oh!” Stan grins mischievously before pulling out the last item. “Mountain Dew flavored edibles.” You stare at your boyfriend incredulously, failing to hide the grin forming. “There’s no fucking way. Mountain Dew flavored, really?” Stan laughs as he places everything back in the bag. “I made the mistake of letting Kenny choose the flavor. But, how’s that sound? Taking one of these and cuddling whilst we watch some shitty straight to DVD movies?”

~~~~

You feel delightfully buzzed as you point out the shitty line that was added in post to fluff up the scene. “They could’ve at least made the audio match up! It sounds like it was recorded through a fish tank!” Another knock sounds at the door. “Oh shit, that must be the pizza. I’ll go get it.” You watch your boyfriend scramble up, tripping over his own feet and exit the room. A great feeling of fondness surges through your body, making you smile like a fucking idiot as you thought about how whipped you are.

“Pizza time!” He announces as he walks in holding 2 boxes and a 2-liter. You giggle as you look at him, pupils practically hearts. “I love you.” Stan sets the boxes down on your bed, cocking his head in confusion. “I love you too.. but what’s so funny?” You shake your head softly, cheeks burning from your grin. “Nothing, you just know how to cheer me up every-time.” Stan’s expression softened into one of fondness mixed with sheepishness. “Well, y’know..” He blushed, fiddling with the ridges of the bottle cap. “You’re always there for me, s’only fair I return the favor.” You stand up and bring him in for short kiss. “Now, let’s eat this pizza. I’m fucking starving.”

[angelmichelangelo]

i see you’ve reblogged my prompt post but i can’t see it in your account, but that’s probs bc of the maturity label so im gonna ask for “i would love to punch you in the throat brother… but not like this… not like this” with raph and leo bc i think it’d be funny.

i thought this was the perfect prompt for some mutant mayhem boys so here you go!

x

A small crowd had formed in the cafeteria like something ripped straight from one of those 90s cheesy high school movies he’d watched time and time again. A few kids are cheering them on, Donnie is one of them, pitched forward on the top of one of the tables, face full of excitement as he pumps a fist up in the air, yelling with every ounce of enthusiasm, “Fight! Fight! Fight!” What Leo is not going to do, however, is fight his brother Raphael, in front of a crowd in the lunch room at school over something stupid as taking the last cheeseburger. Raphael, however, looks game because he was just crazy that way. He’s got his arms crossed over his plastron, his hip popped out because that his propensity at school now, and he’s wearing a smirk that creeps across his face, knowing it’s place. Leo sighs. “I’m not gonna fight you, Raph,” Leo says, loud enough to be heard over the cheering crowd. It earns him a few groans and boos. Raph scoffs. “Then gimme the burger and we can call it even.” He shifts his weight to his other side, as if his impatience was slowly starting to wear him down. “You know I was about to get it first.” Leo holds his lunch tray tightly. His Yoohoo slides a little to the side before he rights it from toppling over entirely. He frowns at his brother. “But you didn’t,” he argues. “I did. So get back in line and get something else.” He presses his lips together. “They have pizza swirls, see?” Raph’s face draws itself into something akin to pure disgust. A few other kids make noises to accompany the look. “Pizza swirls?!” Raph says with a sudden burst of conniption in his tone. “Dude, you know those things are straight nasty. Gimme the burger.” Leo does not give his burger away. Donnie, still spectating from the sidelines, ebbs them on, leaning in to burst through the locus, he’s still grinning from cheek to cheek. “Fight! Beat him up! Break his legs!” Leo has no idea what side he’s actually on – if any, he just knows that he wants to see some action like the rest of the students that have gathered here. “You heard ‘em.” Raph shrugs, cracking his knuckles in the most cliche way possible. Leo rolls his eyes, entirely unimpressed. “Dude. For the last time. I’m not getting a months worth of detention and being grounded with you over a stupid burger.” Raph frowns. “Then gimme!” Leo stands his ground. “No.” He says firmly. A chorus of oooohhhs! echo around the room, no doubt being spurred on by the main instigator and other turtle in the room. “What,” Raphael sneers, eyes narrowing into vicious little slits. “You afraid I’m gonna beat you?” One side of the room erupts into cheers. Leo feels his chest grow tight with anger. “Of course not,” Leo says pointedly. “I can take you any day. You know that. I always have done.” Raph’s face grows thundery and the other side of the room encourage him on. “Yeah, right,” he scoffs, stomping closer to bridge the small distance between them. Leo’s burger stays perched on his tray, squished and sloppy looking – it holds an incredible significance between them, like The Button of all nuclear warheads: this was it. “Just admit that you don’t want me kicking your ass in front of the whole school, Nardo, and maybe I’ll let you take a bite.” His lips curl around a wicked grin. Donnie howls with excitement, like the very prospect of what was about to come was simply too much for his body to even contain. Leo grins back. “I would love you punch you in the throat brother…” he imagines it, knocking the stupid burger right out of his windpipe. “But not like this… not like this…”

It’s then that Mikey appears, pushing through the crowd, still half dressed in his school play costume with a boy plastered by his side, wild dandelion curls bouncing about his forehead as they make their way to the front. Once they catch wind of what was going on, his face falls, looking entirely unamused. “Oh, great,” the turtle says flatly to the boy. “It’s just my brothers being morons.” A comedic beat. “Again.” Donnie is beckoning Mikey and his friend over, both of them reluctantly shuffling along to his ringside seats. Leo takes a sobering breath. “Raph,” he says loudly to rein in the audience’s attention. “You can have the burger–” A series of shocked gasps and curses entail from the crowd. A sense of betrayal as well as understanding ripples through the students. Mikey stands there, arms crossed, shaking his head with disapproval. “But!” Leo speaks, voice raising higher to qualm the noise around him. “But, you have to admit something yourself.” Raph’s face doesn’t change. Years of playing poker with their dad when there was nothing else to do has given him the chops for a pretty decent straight face when he needs one. “What’s that?” He asks, curious as to what it was his brother was going to try and deal him now. “Just admit,” Leo says with a grin. “That if I did fight you and I did win, which I would, you’d only go home crying to dad about it like the big baby that you are!” The room is stunned into silence. The lunch ladies share incredulous looks with one another. Donnie gulps. Mikey just rolls his eyes and shares a bored look with the boy still stood at his side.

“You. Take. That. Back.” Raph seethes, fists curling, chest puffing out like an angry bird. “Now.”

Leo does not in fact take it back. And it only takes all of about seven seconds for Donnie to finally get what he wanted when Raph suddenly lunges at his brother.

The cheeseburger ends up doing a somersault towards the floor, the Yoohoo hits the ground and explodes, spilling chocolate milk all over the pair of them as they tussle about in a heap, all arms and legs and shell pulling, kids continue to cheer them on; they aren’t exactly picking sides here – it’s not every day you get to see two mutant turtles rag it out in your school cafeteria and a fight is a fight.

“Okay,” Mikey steps forward, choosing peace, he’s able to pry his brothers apart at arms length. “I think you guys have humiliated each other enough for one day.”

The two of them, now separated continue to squabble, throwing insults at each other, more and more niche, the crowd soon loses interest as the bell rings and the excitement is snuffed out for another day.

“Now look!” Raph says, pointing to the squished, sad looking burger that was currently upside down on the floor in a river of chocolate milk. “Now nobody can have it! Thanks a lot, Leo.”

The human boy, whom Leo still isn’t entirely sure of, nudges it with the toe of his sneakers, like it might come back to life. It does not.

Donnie sighs. “Well that was anticlimactic.” He hikes his backpack up over his shell and adjusts his glasses over his snout. “I’ve got Algebra. See you guys.” And with that, he walks off.

Mikey throws him a disapproving look from over his shoulder, yelling after him, “Yeah, thanks Dee!”

The three turtles and the kid just stare at the burger now. A lunch lady shoos them out of the way with a huff so she can clean up their mess.

Leo irons out the front of his shirt with his palms whilst Raph straightens out his hoodie strings from where Leo had yanked them.

“You know,” Mikey says as they walk off together, leaving all the excitement behind them. “It’s burger and hot dog night tonight. And that’s way better than processed cafeteria food.”

Raph’s face lights up. He even has a slight spring in his step. “Oh yeah! Awesome.”

Leo rolls his eyes, sharing a distained look with both Mikey and the boy, who’s gone a little pink as he muffles a laugh. “God, I hate him.”

Mikey laughs as Raph dances down the hallway unabashedly. “Yeah, yeah,” he says, not at all convinced. “I know, bro.”

[shellxrls]

okay so basically for context it was this girls birthday and she threw a massive party at the boneyard, kooks, pogues, everyone was there.

I was with rafe btw. so anyways we went, arrived at about 8pm and everyone was already fucking shit up. topper was pretty drunk already, keep this in mind.

so everything goes pretty smoothly and it’s a pretty good party all in all, apart from a few little scraps everyone is happy.

it’s about 1 - 1:30 when most of our group is packing up, but none of us can find topper, we were all looking for him but we just assumed he’d gone home by himself. brushed the matter off.

Becky’s house was being redone so she was staying at tannyhill with us. So we all went to bed and that was a night.

UNTIL!!!!!

we hear a car basically crashing into the driveway, Rafe went to look out the window and it was toppers, so we were all a bit confused.

we all went down to go see and topper was in the kitchen, and when I tell you he was completely shit faced. he was so fucked up it was unbelievable okay like his eyes were barely open.

so he comes over, mistakes me for Sarah (for context this guy is still so hung up on her it’s stupid) tried to grab my ass and kiss me.

Rafe had none of it though, literally did not give this man a second chance and immediately pushed him.

topper falls back cause he’s literally blacking out at this point. And that’s that for the night. we got him to drink some water while he was half asleep then we just left him passed out on the couch.

the next morning he was gone. we all went to the country club for breakfast (they have the best hangover food in being so serious).

and Sarah’s there, me and Becky went to talk to her cause she is nice. and basically here’s what went down.

turns out topper had heard John b saying “I love you” to her at the party, and gone absolutely ballistic.

he’d got out of tannyhill at ridiculous o’clock in the morning, and showed up and the chateau. blatantly tried to STAB JOHN B IN HIS SLEEP.

lucky his aim was off so he just hit the mattress but oh my fucking god.

jj went crazy on him, pulled the gun but didn’t use it. Topper got arrested but his bail was paid and he showed up at the country club next week.

he seemed so wasted though like… Rafe didn’t even want me going up to him. him and kelce talked to him though and apparently he thought all of his actions were justified.

of course he got out of any big charges cause it’s him.

oh and he tried to hit wheezie when she asked him about it so he’s banned from tannyhill on rafes orders.

I’m actually shook I swear. probs gonna script that didn’t happen next time I shift cause that was intense idk if I wanna go back to it.

- rafe shifter

OH MY FUCKING GOD ?? TOPPER ?? this is insane when i tell u my mouth was wide fucking open, jaw dropped the entire time wtf !!

FIRST OF ALL HE DROVE A CAR INTO THE DRIVEWAY AND GRABBED UR ASS?? mans is a borderline alcoholic what is going on here cuz how did he get that shitfaced..

rafes reactions was valid icl cuz even if he was drunk as shit he still shouldn’t be touching up on someone else girl. AND I HOPE UR OKAY ! i’d be grossed out if some drunk guy (even if it was someone i knew) started grabbing at me 😐.

HE TRIES TO FUCKING STAB JOHN B ??? nah what the FUCK topper needs to actually die. that’s crazy as fuck and it must’ve been so scary for u and just everyone tbh ??

somehow out of all of this the wheezie thing seems the most horrible cuz she’s a CHILD ?? what the fuck is wrong w topper ?? can’t believe he wasn’t charged harshly and if i were in that situation i’d just cut him off completely.

tbh i’ve always thought topper had a much darker side to him (esp when he tried to burn down the chateau) and i feel so bad that you had to go through all of that. i’d say script it out if you want to cuz that seems like such a heavy experience, i don’t think anyone in ur dr wld be able to recover from it at least for a while.

i hope you’re okay as well <3 !

[moranasgrave]

Eren X Morana Kraven (OC) sneak peek !

okay so this is a sneak peek of my wattpad story that’s coming soon! it’s the one i have the most progress in right now and it’s gonna be a longgg one 😝. i will be using an OC of mine bc it’s fun to create characters and backstories of my own and her backstory is based off of someone i know who gave consent for me to write this story. also please let me know if i should write this in 3rd or 1st person so far im doing 1st but i’m not sure.

disclaimer : morana kraven is not the same as me morana. she’s her own person that i based off of someone i know irl (with consent ofc), i had the OC named first actually but i love that name and it goes with my real name so that’s why it’s my user on everything. so no this isn’t a self insert or anything like that i already have a self insert character lmao i just wanted to clear that up.

( CHAPTER 1/2 SNIPPET )

also this prob won’t be proofread yet lolz this is just a small portion of chapter 1 that’s in the form of a drabble! it’ll be much better in the book.

okay i hope you enjoyyy chapters 1-3 should be uploaded to wattpad by august the 25th 🫶🏼 then after i’ll be releasing 5 chapters at a time.

Morana knew she wouldn’t be able to attend this party unless she pregamed first. Her nerves were shot through the roof.

Everything happened so fast with meeting connie, her new plug and close friend. To meeting his friends for lunch at the mall and shopping, and finally getting invited to the back to school party that was happening at Zeke jeagers house.

Connie insisted she come and meet the rest of the people they’ll be hanging out with and Sasha said she’d cry if she didn’t come so here she was.

She got ready with pieck her new roomate, and sasha while connie passed 2 blunts around the room, along with a bottle of Casamigos. They shopping so she had confidence with her brand new outfit and her blunt.

Standing at the front door as connie and pieck impatiently banged on the tall wooden frame, Morana felt so good with all the alcohol and weed dancing in her system.

Eren sat on the couch lighting a blunt waiting for his other friends to arrive. He was already pissed off because his ex mikasa and her little crew of wannabes have been staring him down all night. Purposely walking past him and laughing to eachother and dancing where he could see them.

They broke up 4 months ago after mikasa said some cruel things to him. He had enough of her bad attitude and stuck up ways, she treated him horribly. She only cared about them being the most popular couple at school, but he loved her.

Mikasa was cut throat, she used her popularity and her mindless minions to tear down anyone who stood in her way. Pissing off her ex was a daily task though, her way of still letting him know she was around and not going anywhere.

He dreaded this school year all over again. The next 3 years having to endure this pain alone, no one understood him for real.

He needed his lively friends tonight to get his minds off of things. He perked up in his seat when he heard the loud banging at the door. A devilish grinned crept onto his face as he shifted in his seat, putting out the blunt momentarily so the others could join him.

Jean speeds walking from the kitchen pushing random people as he yells “GOT DAMMIT IM COMING YOU MANIACS.”

Connie’s the first to walk in, wearing an all black nike tech with some jordan’s as usual. His matching diamond earrings and chain sparkling brightly in the lighting of the party. “PARTYSSSS HEREEE”, he shouts as he spots eren jogging over to him.

Sasha and pieck walk in booty bumping and being loud as fuck, clearly both drunk, the pair wearing similar versions of moranas outfit. Morana steps in last greeting jean with a smile and a light hug.

Erens eyes immediately divert towards them, spotting morana his jaw slacked a little as he gawked at her. She had on a black pleated mini skirt with one of those belly dancer tie-around-the-waist scarves draped around the skirt. The gold metal plates jingling together with every step she took. She had a cropped longsleeve black skin tight skirt on with her leopard print bra that peeked through the top, boobs kindly threatening to spill out the top. Black leg warmers running down her tanned smooth legs, and some clear heels that displayed her leopard print french tip pedicure.

‘Wow she is fucking gorgeous’ eren thinks as he continues to stare. Mikasa catches this and saunters her way closer to the scene.

Morana wore her infamous huge black juicy couture purse that had an assortment of pins and keychains also jingling with every step. Her long crimson red hair was down and curly but not in it’s natural state, more of a tight wand curl that gave it a more kempt appearance. She had it half up half down with her bangs curled falling over her forehead. Her strip lashes long and spiked with black eyeliner smudged around her eyes. She changed her face jewelry to gold diamonds to match her outfit, her nose, cheek ,belly, and lip dazzling against the light.

Eren noticed every little detail in her outfit and made a mental note of how good she looked. He irritated himself with the thought of anyone seeing her how he saw her. Yea mikasa was beautiful and popular with everyone, but morana just had an essence and pure beauty that was unmatched. Her gorgeousness was something hard to put into words for eren.

Everyone finally makes their way over to the couch and starts settling in while the blunt makes it’s way around. Mikasa and her crew on one side of the couch, on their phones while mikasa talks to sasha. Eren hated that she still hung out with them, but that’s just how their group was no matter what they all still hung out and had eachothers backs.

Even though she broke his heart in the worst way possible she was still always welcomed. ‘what a joke’ he thought to himself.

Eren didn’t look her way once, instead focusing his attention on morana. She was sandwiched in between connie and pieck on the end of the couch. Diagonal from erens view in the middle of the couch next to armin and the guys.

Mikasa noticed eren staring and immediately followed his gaze to morana, pinching connie’s nipple and everyone laughing as he yelped and rubbed it. She scoffed under her breath, ‘of course he’s interested by her she looks like a hooker’ she thought to herself as she pretended to be interested in what sasha was saying.

“Morana i wanna kiss you bitch you look so hot”, pieck says laying across moranas lap eyes already glazed over. “Stoppp your gonna make me blushhh”, morana playfully hides her face from her.

“Can you guys stop flirting and pay attention to MEEE”, connie says passing the blunt to sasha. “Oh shit hold on before anything”, he stands up looking around at everyone. They all stopped their conversations and looked at connie.

“Everyone this is our new friend Morana Kraven, she’s going to our college this year and she lives in our apartments she’s piecks roommate”, he announces smiling proudly obviously excited about his new friend.

“Hey guys it’s nice to meet you all i hope we can be friends”, morana flashes a toothy smile to everyone.

Everyone gawks at her, Reinas the first to speak “Nice to meet you as well gorgeous.” He’s clearly already drunk but morana pays him no mind saying thank you sweetly.

Everyone goes around introducing themselves welcoming her to their hetic friend group.

“How do you guys know eachother”, eren finally speaks after everyone is done.

“I scared the shit out of her smoking on the porch last night and after she was done peeing her pants we started talking and we just clicked she’s cool as fuck, i think she’ll fit right in”, connie said squeezing moranas cheeks with his hands. “Connie stopp my makeup dude”, she laughs as she slaps his hands away.

Eren laughs and says “yea she looks like a perfect fit.” He secretly curses himself for being infatuated with her. He wasted 4 months of his life getting drained by mikasa, was he really ready to start looking at someone else the same way?

He sits back and watches her as everyone else begins interacting with her, making a mental note to get her number to do more research on her later.

Bertholt and reina start laughing hysterically, even annie cracks a small smile. “No yea she’ll totally be a good fit to our group we needed more girls, plus she’s super hot i mean come on”, sasha says shoving her hand into a random bag a chips that were on the table.

Everyone greets her with open arms, except mikasa. She stares intensely as she watches the boys get red in the face as their talking to her. Armin stuttering over his words like he’s forgotten english. The girls, annie and sasha even her dumb friend historia are gushing over her outfit and hair.

She gets up from her seat, her minions following suit as she strides over to morana standing directly in front of her. Hoping to scare her off from the group before she gets to comfortable.

Pieck sits up and scoffs taking out her phone and touching up her makeup with the camera.

“Mikasa Ackerman, you may of heard of me my fashion blog is pretty popular”, she said with her hands on her hips in a blasé tone. Morana looked away from pieck giving her a confused smile, “Um…sorry but i haven’t, i’ll definitely check it out though i love your outfit.”

Historia and Frieda wince behind mikasa, they knew they’d have to hear about this for hours tonight. Everyone in town knew mikasa, she was powerful there.

Mikasa felt her skin heating up, how dare she act like she doesn’t know her. She showed no signs of this though, she refused to look embarrassed infront of anyone. “Thanks, yours is to for like the club”, mikasa said back as she plucked an imaginary piece of lint off her hot pink mini tube dress.

Before she could respond mikasa made her way back to her area of the couch. “I’m historia and this is my sister frieda, you are so pretty by the way”, the short blonde girl in the blue version of mikasa dress says as she pulls her sister by the arm back to their spots.

“The fuck was that?”, morana asks pieck as she grabs the blunt from connie. “That was the most popular group of girls in the school they call themselves the 30, just stay out of their way they like run the school it’s ridiculous.” Morana nods her head confused about the name but shrugs it off. ‘i’ll ask her more later’ she thinks to herself as she hits the blunt.

She wasn’t dumb, she knew she had a huge secret she had to keep under wraps but she won’t let anyone punk her. ‘This is college not highschool, i don’t know how popular they could be’ she thinks to herself as she passes the blunt back to eren.

His hands linger on her for a second causing her to look into his eyes. “Wow you have really pretty eyes, eren right?” she says holding her gaze.

Eren finally breaks away sitting back in his seat. “Thank you i can’t tell if their blue or green they always mix or some shit, and yea i’m eren”, he say as he hits the blunt to hide his flushing face.

Morana laughs grabbing her chest, “Thats so cool i wish mine we’re a cool color.” Her eyes were black, she looked alien like because of how dark her eyes were and how whites the outer part was. When she looked at someone it was like she was peering into their soul. Eren was absolutely intrigued about this, it was as if her eyes were asking him to spill all his secrets, he almost wanted to give in.

“I think their pretty cool though, you are the first person i’ve seen with all black eyes”, Eren can feel mikasas eyes boring into the side of his head, but he refused to give her any spec of attention.

Mikasa was seething, some new random chick gets accepted into the group just like that? No one discussed this and why is everyone up her ass.

“Kay i gotta use the bathroom, come on girls”, she say quickly getting up and brisking away.

Eren continues casual conversation until morana says “OHMYGOD THIS IS MY SONGGG.” She stands up grabbing pieck and sasha’s hand. “LETS DANCE PLEASEEE”, she shouts over the music already swaying her hips to the music. S.O.S by rihanna is blasting from all the house speakers, everyone making a dash for the dance floor.

Morana looks back at eren, “Sorry that was rude as fuck, but we should talk again sometime! find me at school”, she says as she drags her friends onto the dance floor.

Morana starts really feeling herself when she gets to the dance floor. The lights flashing pink, then purple, then blue giving it a club vibe. The footsteps of people stomping drunkily around dancing on the black hardwood floors.

Morana pulls pieck into her turning around swaying her hips back and forth, using sasha as balance. Pieck immediately follows her lead grabbing her by the waist and following her movements. The sound of moranas belly dancer scarf and piecks chains that hung around her skirt were making a jingling beat to the music.

Morana spins around now face to face with pieck, she bounces around stomping her heels as she feels up her own body dancing between her friends. Eren is on the couch watching in awe, there were 100 people on the dance floor and she still stood out like a dazzling star.

He shifted his pants in his seat when started whining all the way to the floor then popped up, hands around her ankles as she was bent over. He could see her leopard print panties peeking under her skirt. “She’s hot isn’t she”, a voice says on the left side of eren making him jump.

Connie is leaning over his shoulder following his friends eyes towards the new recruit. “Yea whatever she’s cool”, eren says trying to keep his composure. “You should talk to her more after this, i think you guys will have a lot in common.” He slides over the top of the couch plopping next to eren.

“She told me to find her at school so we’ll see what’s up.” He secretly wished they would have at least one class together.

“Tomorrow morning we’re probably gonna wake n bake then help sasha shop for her apartment, you should comeeee”, connie sings raising his eyebrows at his friend. He could tell he was intrigued by her, and with the conversation he had with her last night he figured they could use eachothers company.

“Why the fuck not, jus come wake me up in the morning.” Eren found himself excited about this school year, if she was cool enough to win connie over that quickly, she had to be special. “Bettt we’ll have fun i’ll show you, this year will be amazing.”

They turned their attention back to the dance floor, a girl bumps into sasha, causing morana to almost fall over. “Watch there the fuck your going idiot”, the girl says go sasha. “Ew isn’t that the one who was stuffing her face in the kitchen?”, her friend says furrowing her brows in disgust.

Morana turned around as quick as the sentence came out of the girls mouth. “Yea what we’re not finna do here is talk to my friend like your crazy”, she says laughing. “How about YOU watch where YOUR going and watch your mouth while your at it too thanks”, she says grabbing sasha’s hand pulling her behind her.

“Who the hell even are you don’t start something you can’t finish, take your dumb friend and go back to dancing SLUT”, the girl says taking a sip of her drink.

Morana feels her blood go cold. She knows it’s probably just the alcohol but she hated when people insulted her friends. She’s heard the slut comment plenty of times but talking shit about her friend was doing too much. She closed her eyes trying to count to ten, when she got to 7 and still felt that anger she shrugged.

“I guess it can’t be helped huh”, she backs away from sasha stepping towards the girl close enough to kiss her. “Call my friend another name and see what happens”, she grits through her teeth. The girl leans her head to the side so sasha is in her field of vision, “DUMB. BITCH.”

Morana cracks a half smile before grabbing the girl by her hair and pulling her to the ground. She starts hitting her while her friend pleads on the side for her to let go.

“Ahhhh SHIT, THIS is part of the in common i was talking about, i should get her before she goes to jail”, connie stands up running towards the cat fight. Eren sits there watching as every hit she threw connected to the girls face. ‘She’s definitely done this before’ eren thinks to himself as she throws another punch. He’s kind of shocked that such a sweet looking girl could hit like that.

Mikasa and her girls were coming out the bathroom before they saw morana fighting. “EHMAGAWD SHES BEATING HER ASS”, historia exclaims throwing a fist in the air. “Shut it.”, mikasa warns her dumb friend to tone it down. “What an attention whore, fighting at a party is so middle school.” She walks off leading her girls to the backyard. She couldn’t handle watching everyone ogle that girl anymore. ‘I give her two weeks and i’ll have her out of here’ she thinks to herself as she pushes past people.

Connie runs up and grabs morana by the waist lifting her as high as he can. “ALRIGHT WERE OUT THIS BITCH LETS GO”, he yells as he starts hauling her towards the door. Pieck and sasha follow close behind watching their friend still cussing the girl out over connie’s shoulder.

They’ve barley just met and she already got in a fight over them. Sasha giggled “Thank you Momo you are the best bitch.”

Morana finally stops arguing looking down at sasha. Her face softens, “That was nothing i would’ve killed her if i was sober”, she said laughing a little embarrassed. Sasha could tell she was half serious by her tone which warmed her heart in a weird way.

“YEA YOU TOTALLY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HER”, pieck says grabbing sasha’s hand as they make their way out the door.

Eren watched as connie left with the girls, feeling kind of sad that HIS party had to leave.

‘Tomorrow morning’ he thought to himself as he sat back thinking about her.

[tatakaebomb]

Sweet like candy

ꕥ Pairing : Jean Kirstein x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : What you do in your personal life should stay private, ‘separate work life from home life’ as they always say. But what happens when your closer to your colleague than you thought?

ꕥ Word count : 4.4k

ꕥ TW : Cam girl!Y/N, perv Jean lol, heavy smut, fingering, oral (m receiving), mutual masturbation, toys, boob job, anonymous sexting, lewd language, sexual themes, squirting,sub reader, vouyerism, corporate scenes,shared photos, spanking, material fingering, sexting, teasing, bratty y/n, orgasming, dildo usage, finger sucking, rutting, porn mention, sex worker mention, exploitation, nipple play, slight semen play, light hearted deception, fantasising, reader face replacement, perverted actions, staring lewdly, probs a hell of a lot more trigger warnings but it’s at your own risk. 18+.

-

‘Oh my god!!’

Looking at your empty desk you raged at the sight of a crumpled up paper. Bold words written in marker stating:

'Don't think eating on duty is part of your job - Jean'

The fourth time this week he's been too fast on stealing the snacks off your drawers, from the cupcakes to the biscuits to NOW your favourite muffin? Greedy bitch.

You could hear the laugh from his office as soon as you walk in, guilty face knowing exactly what he's done. His legs thrown up over his table and phone raised to his ears, mouth talking to the stranger on the phone as his eyes stay locked on yours.

'Yeah yeah Mr Smith, it's a deal. Be at our meeting for 5pm sharp oh- and could you be ever so kind and...bring some muffins' he chuckled, small wink going your way as he hung up the phone.

Your arms stayed crossed against your chest as you stood by the door. Furrowed eyebrows and smoke coming out your ears.

'Oh hey y/n didn't see you there'

You had to keep everything contained inside you to just not slap that stupid smirk off his face.

-

Jean Kirstein. 34 years old. 6'3. Arose from hell. You both met after you became an apprentice at one of the largest law firms in the country. And he's been nothing but a nightmare.

From constantly harassing you on shift to scaring off potential clients by making you look like a crazed lunatic. His whole fun comes out of teasing you.

-

'I want my muffin back Jean. This isn't fair. One day I'm gonna die of food deprivation and it's gonna be your fault.' You whined. Tone upset and frustrated.

He got up and made his way over to you, hands slid into his trouser pockets as he mockingly crouched down to your height.

'Want your muffin? Here. Take it.' It took everything in him to not laugh as he pulled the remaining wrapper out of his pocket and placed it in your hands. Pushing your fingers shut as you stared down in horror at the crumbs slipping into your hands.

'What the f-.' You mumble, a loud laugh leaving his mouth as he jeered out loud. Echoing noise radiating the room.

'Whatever. I'll get you back next time. Just watch'

'Havent you been saying that for the past week? I'm still waiting.' he laughed again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried refraining the tears dropping down your cheeks from starvation.

'Anyways, you got the paper work done for mr Smith? We've got a meeting with him 5-6 tonight.'

'We? I think you mean YOU sir. I have a relaxing date with myself, I booked this meeting off remember?' You smiled, knowing he's going to be trapped listening to 60 year old men go on about stocks while he forces himself to keep his eyes open. His 'leader' persona meaning too much to him. Nothing brings you more happiness.

'Yeah with yourself because you can't score yourself a date with another man'

'I'll have you know there's plenty men out there willing to date someone like me. You'd be Surprised to see what some men would do for a woman like me' small egotistical smile growing on your lips as cheer runs through your blood knowing how oh-so wrong he is.

'Right. Well if your not coming to the meeting tonight AND you haven't got the paper work. Best know you better put your phone on silent, don't want any unexpected messages while your on your 'date'' Bunny fingers emphasising his ridicule on the last word. Snarling you opened the door and saw yourself out, grabbing your phone and putting it on silent. You can't be having anyone disturb you throughout those hours.

-

6:00pm

Jean

- I never needed your help with these old men anyways

...

- I'll buy you a muffin if you can save me from these next 5 minutes

...

- 2 muffins?

- Okay 3 but that's my final offer

- (iMessage game)

Your phone blew up like crazy, messages and vibrations every two seconds. You felt yourself getting more and more annoyed at the feeling of your silence button not working

Y/N

- You deserve all the karma coming your way, I'll take the three muffins though

- (iMessage game)

- Lol I won.

Jean

- Fuck off

- Whatever, meetings done I was only using you anyways.

You laughed at his last sore message, thumbs going back to type until you heard a notification come from your laptop. Bending over your bed you reached over to see what it was.

Tip - ImALawyer67 $1000

Note - For my favourite cam girl ;)

You smiled at the gesture. Being a young worker you make around 17k a year working as an apprentice, this side job was enough entertainment to have you looking forward to the end of the day and being able to afford your luxuries. Being able to unwind and finger fuck yourself infront of an audience was just what you liked. Usually you get well over 30k viewers. You were quite known throughout the porn industry, wearing nothing but a masquerade mask and red lipstick to top your lips, the small dim of your room was enough to blur out your face well enough, letting your camera focus on your body.

Walking over to your keyboard you typed a message, biting your lips at the thought of trying your new vibrator you brought on your shopping spree.

Candygirl3000

- Thankyou @ImALawyer67 make sure you keep your inbox open for a treat later. ;)

The time was nearing towards 6:30pm at this point and you decided to get ready. Stripping your clothes on the floor and unboxing your new vibrator. The 8 inch playing under the tip of your french tips as you applied your lipstick and masquerade mask. Dressing up in tight spandex as you prepared to slowly unveil yourself.

Turning on your camera you smiled brightly at the viewers, waving your hand as you puffed up your chest, beautiful hair falling on your shoulder as you broadcasted the long item in your hand. Money and comments spewing through.

Meowmeow8 - Can't wait to see you fuck yourself

Meowmeow9 - Best porn star ever

Meowmeow10 - Just get your tits out.

All the different comments made you laugh, seeing the amount of people you pull in in only 10 seconds makes your ego boost. So you got to work, pulling the sleeves of your top down as you fondled with your boobs, tongue wrapping around the fake toy as you pushed it down your throat, fingers twiddling with your nipples through the lace bra. Slight moans escaping your lips the way you played with yourself through your underwear.

Jeans routine was no different to yours.

Getting home at 6:15. Racing home actually. Undoing his tie, stripping his clothes, going infront of his computer to relax himself. A notification popping up that he's received a message. Smile brushing over his lips as he pushes down his boxers and rubs his cock. Same pace at the one your going at, words and mutters escaping his lips, imagining he's the one saying it in your ear, that he's the one filling your every hole.

Little does he know that 'candygirl3000' is his favourite little pretty co-worker.

-

Days and days pass - more harassment. More arrogance. He's intolerable and stubborn. Your fiesty and temperamental. This co-worker friendship is never going to work out. Frenemies more like.

'Jean.'

No answer

'Jean'

No answer

'...Sir'

'Ah y/n come in'

The ridiculous pattern of him only listening to you whenever you refer to him as authority. His promotion to management over the entire company gave him the ego boost. You were just a pretty little worker at this point. His favourite one.

'I have your paper work. Here.' You threw it on his desk, aggravated at the amount of pressure he's been putting on you to get things done for due dates. The leadership role really getting to his head.

'Not a way to speak to your boss now is it Princess'

Jean was always your boss, he was the one who hired you in the first place. Small 20 year old you, happy and perfect. Willing to do anything 10 years older Jean told you to do. But now that your 24, 4 years of his shit has really made you intolerant to the boundaries of authority.

'Whatever...sir...' your fingers tapped at the side of his table as you looked down at him. His stupid straight posture and black suit and tie. Prim and proper for another day of exploiting his clients.

His eyes fell down to your hands. Smooth skin and a small cheap ring balanced on your pointer. Two nails filed down on your freshly manicured hands. Both. Hands.

Your instantly got embarrassed at his realisation. Quickly moving to put your hands folded against your chest, face blushing red as you accidentally pushed up your tits. Making them sit pretty and perfect for jeans eyes to catch a perfect view.

'Nice way to inform me of your private life y/n' He sniggered, waving you out, watching you leave as he saw the way your dress clung to you every time you moved to rush to the door.

6:15pm

Jean felt himself come loose the way he stroked himself to the rhythm of your moans. Small grunts and whines edging himself to make himself cum at the same time as you, pants and belt buckle pushed to his ankles as he didn't even have enough time to undo his shirt entirely. His eyes glued to his screen. Seeing your pretty little body stretched over your bed, fingers rubbing deep into your g spot as you practically scream out moans, rutting into the bed underneath you as your tits exposed to the camera. Familiar eyes glancing at the screen every now and then.

'Yeah- yeah fuck that feels good' you cooed through the screen. Likes and messages spewing through at every second. Jeans eyes glued to the way your...two...filed down fingers pushed inside you. Orgasm over coming you as you licked your fingers clean and said goodbye to the camera.

That was the main reason jean started watching candygirl3000. He imagined it was you. Your tight scandalous figure always on display. Ass curved out in the smallest skirts and low cut tops, breasts almost spewing out. He knew you never meant to, figure too insane to be able to contain itself. The woman's voice sounded like yours too, he always pictured it was you moaning like that, you touching yourself up, you sending him dirty little messages until you've stripped yourself off and fucked yourself like he told you too through the screen. I guess that's what he liked about the mask, he knew an attractive woman was behind it, everything about her seemed perfect. Like you seemed perfect to him.

Little does Jean actually know.

-

'I cant do this Jean. I quit.' You walk into his room slamming your notice on his desk.

He barely looked at it, almost like it was a stupid prank that he wanted you to get rid of.

'Really? Just before I was gonna promote you. Shame.'

You felt your jaw almost drop as colour drained out of your face. What a little nonchalant shit he was. It's like he was preparing himself for this moment, trying to break you until your limits. The small grin on his face recognised this too.

'Wh- Jean this is SO unfair?!'

'You mean sir. Right?'

'...Sir this is so unfair. Why tell me this now after I've been working so hard this whole time'

'I was planning on telling you today princess, just didn't know if you were up for it. Are you?' Dark eyes looked up at you through hooded lids, a hint of mischief behind it.

'I- yeah. Yes Jean you know I am'

'If you wanna be so informal you can come to my place tonight.'

You looked straight at him, confused at his direct response to your words. You were always on alright terms with Jean, although he was an arrogant leader dick the occasional flirty comment would be enough to see it's not so uptight. But this was just-

'To see whether your fit for the job title. Pick you up at 8?'

A bit late? And why couldn't we just do it here? Whatever.

'Yes sir. Fine.'

Atleast it gave you enough rest for your screen time

-

6:45pm

ImALawyer67 - I love when you wear that lingerie. Makes me get off so much faster.

CandyGirl3000 - Really? Well I hope these pictures really help you with your issues ;) *3 attachments*

And there you were. Taking pictures of your bare chest, covered in lube as your lingerie attaches to your skin. Your saliva coating the cleavage travelling down to your pussy. Your client deserved it. The best tipper, always active, heck he's pretty much running your business at this point.

Checking the time you saw you needed to get ready. Apologising you messaged the anonymous man, telling him you'll send him a private video later. Quickly shutting off your phone you applied your makeup and put on your outfit. Black strappy heels and a red cowl neck short dress. The lingerie panties your wearing being the only ones that don't show up in the satin feel. Having to keep them on you paired a black clutch bag and applied red lipstick. Jean never talked about the dress code, so you may aswell use your pretty privilege to the advantage.'

8:02pm

Jean

- My butlers outside princess

Y/N

- What happened to formalities sir?

Jean

- Princess is your name at this point, don't be long.

You walked down your stairs and unlocked your doors, quickly glancing in the mirror only to see the way your nipples poke out of the satin dress, hopefully your hair will be able to cover it for the night.

-

Jeans house

Walking in you were hit with the reality of how rich he was. A mansion. Atleast 8 bedrooms, the long hallway and the small clacking of your heels was the realisation of it all. The faint orchestra music playing in the back as your mesmerised by the place.

'Done staring princess?'

Looking at Jean, he looked more casual than you thought, a crisp shirt along with normal jeans. His stance still extremely smart, small dimple reaching out as he smiled.

'Jean- I mean sir- wow...'

'Mm...here come inside.' He paves the way, entering inside his large living room. Directing a seat to you on his couch as he returns and pours you in a glass of red rich wine. Heels nudging into the plush of his carpet as the fire place roars infront of you.

'All due respect sir. This is beautiful but isn't this meant to be a business meeting'

'Exactly that' he grins. 'That's why I've sent all my staff home. So...y/n...tell me what do you do in your spare time'

Shit. What do you say. What did you say when you first took the interview. It was only 4 years ago how could you forget.

'Oh I sell products online. Kinda like a small business.' I mean I suppose your not exactly lying. But is it really fair to call it a small business.

'Mm...interesting. Well you got the job.'

'Really?!' You say shocked. Him rolling his eyes in granting.

You practically threw yourself on him. Arms wrapping tightly around his neck as your chest pushed against his. Jean could feel himself tightening in his pants. Your sweet candy perfume being taken in with every second you lingered on him.

'For such a mean boss Jean you can be cute sometimes'

'You tryna get fired already?'

-

A few wine glasses later and you and Jean are flailing over each other. Laughing and jokes being shared between the two of you, you don't think you've ever gotten along so well in your entire life.

'So you actually brought it?' You asked. Almost wheezing in laughter.

'What else was I meant to do he was practically pressurising me'

Your body bent over in effort to try hold in your laugh, simply making your wine spill over your dress.

'Oh fuck' you murmur. Playing with the chest of your dress, hands brushing down on your breasts as you move your hair out the way. Giving Jean a real eyeful of your skin.

'My bathrooms third door on the left. Go clean yourself up doll'

You thank him silently, quickly getting up and walking off to the bathroom, hips swaying as you contain your posture to walk. Jeans eyes practically lingering on your form the way he's mesmerised over you.

You looked beautiful in that dress. The red colour complimenting your skin tone and your red lipstick staining his wine glass. He could just imagine it being mixed in with his cum. You getting on your knees as your tongue plays with his rim, his hands guiding you to his core as he face fucks the youth out of you. Pretty tits bouncing with every movement, dainty eyes staring up at him, innocent but so corrupted.

He groaned as he pulled out his phone, looking back at the lingerie photos candygirl sent him earlier. He knew it was devious, looking at his employee in such a deviant way that he uses external sources to fuel his imagination, but what can he do? He's a man. He's not exactly violating your personal space, right?

ImALawyer67 - Fuck you get me so hard...

A buzz to your phone had Jean ignoring it. Notification lighting up on your screen as soon as Jean sent it.

ImALawyer67 - I hope one day I could do that to you, anything you want me to

Another buzz made Jean glance, your phone on the glass table, laying lonely. As he grabbed your phone he saw the notification

'Two new messages from ImALaw....'

You were candy girl?

YOU’RE CANDY GIRL?!

Jeans eyes widened at the sight of what was infront of him, y/n. You. You were the one he was masturbating over every night, you were the girl he late night texting helping her get herself off every night, you were the one he...

So many thoughts ran through Jeans head. The way his cock strained at his pants had him going insane. Knowing that the girl of his dreams was also the girl of his...fantasys.

He heard you walk back into the room, putting the pieces together. Sexy, purring voice - just like candygirls precious moans. Rounded curvy body and full breasts - just like the one candygirl touched every night. Red full lips - just like...candygirls.

'Jean? Jean.' You called, his eyes snapping towards yours as you stood infront of him.

'Do you know where my phone is, I don't think it's in my bag?'

Eyes pretending to look around he 'found it' on the table. Passing it to you whilst reacknowledging your notification - both of you sobering up slightly at the thought.

'Candy girl hm? When you said you sold things I didn't know you meant sex work...' he chuckled standing infront of you, tongue poking out to lick his lips.

'Mm..sorry sir but I don't th- wait how do you know that candy girls a porn star...' you ask, innocently, voice coming out in shock of what's going on.

He grabs his phone and unlocks it, passing it to you, your eyes open at the sight of his messages. Yours and his messages. Back and forth sexting and pictures from the two of you, no faces involved. Orgasms and moaning. This anonymous whore was your boss?!

'Y-your..Th-'

'Don't act shocked princess, you did say not long ago you wanted the real thing..right...?' His mouth coming close to yours. Breath touching your skin as you feel your back begin to arch off the wall. You lean in to kiss him, soft touches of your skin connect as it begins to get sloppier, his one hand moving lower from your waist to your ass, squeezing it slightly as you could feel his boner pin into you, letting a small moan escape from your mouth.

He lifts your dress over your head, rounded nipples pointing out to him as he steps back to admire your beauty in the flesh, small thong from earlier on your body. The devious look in his eyes had you rubbing your legs together, getting wetter by the second.

'God princess arent I just lucky...bend over.'

'Bend over? You seemed nicer on the messages sir...' you purred. Bratty tone escaping as he quickly grabbed you and pinned you over the arm rest, back arched in the air as he threw a harsh slap to your ass. 

'Don't test me. Ive been waiting for you for far too long. Short skirts in the office. Tight, deep tops? Fuck I don't know how ive kept it in myself' he threw another harsh blow to your ass. Your mouth beginning to pool in drool the way you felt him finger you through your panties.

The soft Lacey material getting pushed into you, your cum from earlier staining the colour. You moaned and purred, his long fingers really working as he hit the fluffy spot in your pussy. Your clit writhed for him. Getting wetter by the second.

'Deeper jean fuck...'

'Jean? You know my name princess use it'

'Deeper...sir...'

A slight smile crossed his face as he began to finger fuck you, the material of your under wear entering inside you and out, your loose moans getting louder and louder by the decibel. You finally released on his fingers. Cooing and trying to get down from your high.

'Fuck your so much more reactive than I thought...' you heard him say, his hands loosely unbuckling his belt as he pulled his trousers down. You looked behind you to see the image of his cock, strained in his CK boxers. Hard and pointed. Barely scraping the entrance of your ass.

'Mm sir..I need you ...' you whine. Head doted in lust.

'Really? Having me wait this long for you there's no holding back princess...'

'Please sir...f-fuck' you moan, starting to rub yourself off on the couch for some friction, the sight making Jean go insane, Pre cum beginning to spill.

He quickly grabbed you and flipped you on the couch, your back colliding with the pillows as you stared up at him. Shirt now half undone as he pulls out his veiny long cock. 8 hard inches. His foreskin wrapped around it, being tugged down to show off his red warm tip, you licked your lips in adoration. Hand moving up to touch your breasts, pinching your nipples and playing with yourself for jeans adoration. He couldnt take it

Lining himself up with you, he pushed himself in an inch at a time. Your back began to arch with every movement. Getting more and more touch starved with every tainting move

'Noo ha-AHH'

He pushed his whole length in, quickly pounding himself inside you. Beats hiting your g spot every time. You moaned harshly, eyes rolling back as you could feel dribble moving to reach your ear.

'Fuck your so much t-tighter than I thought' the grip on your waist harsh and heavy, his fingers opening your mouth as you look at him with doe eyes, your tits moving faster with the pace of him. Your clit began to get attention as his fingers prodded at it. Playing with you, tipping you to an edge.

'I'm gonna c-cum...' your words slurred and non comprehensive.

'Fuck- cum for me princess...'

On command you released all over him. Squirting straight over his fingers and clothes. He was no different. White spurts of semen escaping, staining your legs and thighs. His head tipped back as he felt like he was in heaven.

Heavy pants and breathing were filled through the room, as you went to get up and cradle in jeans arms. Until-

'I'm not done with you doll. Do you know the amount of times I've thought about your lips round me, sucking me off? Now I got you here I'm not missing that chance. Do me a favour and get on your knees? I'll be kinder this time'

His tenacious voice coming out sincere and kind. His cock already starting to get hard again the way you obeyed to silently, hands and knees on the floor as you pushed your chest out and opened your mouth. Your tongue lolling infront of him, it's a sight for sore eyes.

'Good girl. Open wide'

'Yes sir...'

He pushed inside you, your warm cheeks hollowed out as you already started to gag on the size of him. Saliva coating down to his balls as he grabbed the back of your head, pushing you down further and further on him as your tongue began to rub against his tip, playing and coating the fluffy tip as his groans escaped his lips. Your moans sending vibrations straight to the core of his dick. His pace fastened and all you were good for now was a whining hole, helping him chase his release as you looked pretty doing it. Red lipstick smeared all down his long vein as you looked up at him. Fluttering eyelashes and pretty makeup ruined from the harsh fucking he's putting you through.

'Fuck fuck...princess get those tits ready...'

You push your tits together, pupils blown out and saliva dripping like a dog. He began to fuck you between your cleavage. Tip hitting your tongue every time. Pretty moans leaving your lips as he reached his high. White and red mixed together in lust as Jean called out your name. Salty taste bittersweet on your tongue as you stayed on your knees even after he was done.

'That was me going easy princess, you took me so well' a kiss was planted to your forehead in praise. You still looking up at him, waiting for your next order.

'Always took you for a harsh fucker Jean...good to know my conspiracy was true'

He kissed your cheek, hand ruffling through your hair as he moved lower to kiss your lips, an intertwining one last time. The semen and lipstick really mixing together.

'Can really taste the candy on you...'

[dylobilysmomg]

eddie munson hc - he always gets crazy horny when he gets really high. like he hasn’t been this stoned in a while and all he can focus on is how incredible it feels just to touch you innocently and how soft your lips feel and it all just feels like heaven and he eventually can’t take it and just needs to fuck you ☠️

Tolerance

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: <𝟭𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪; 𝗽 𝗻 𝘃, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗽𝗹𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗶 𝗕𝗘𝗚), 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗜 𝗹𝘂𝘃 𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹. 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

⇩ 𝗽𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 @zerlinity ⇩

okay i have many ideas

okay so i know this is probs getting annoying but i’m a whore for the cheerleader/good girl w eddie trope so here we go

so like eddie invited you over to his house after your football game and it was like 10 pm so you’re still in you’re cheerleading uniform. so you drive down to his trailer, pulling up and walking right in cuz uncle wayne is working the night shift at the plant

you call out for eddie and he just hums in response from his room, so you walk down the hallway to his room and he’s lying on his bed in just his boxers and an old ratty scorpions shirt (great band btw) and socks (cuz put them dogs away)

he’s laying back with a joint in his hand, but it’s more like a roach now, so he puts it out in his overflowing ash tray on his beside table and he opens his arms in welcome for you

you cross the room and crawl into bed beside him, eddie taking you in his arms and hugging you tightly, leaving kisses on your neck. when you pull away to get a good look at him you see how red his eyes are

“how high are you?” you ask him and he says that that was his 3rd joint, but clarifying that he had one earlier in the day, only 2 just now

his arms feel up along your arms and down to your legs, urging you into his lap. and you’re flustered as always. eddie brings his hands up your uniform top to your back and pull you down into a kiss

it’s sweet at first, and you pull away before he can make it more

his eyes are so bloodshot, and you just smile looking down at him

“you’re so pretty” you tell him, bringing a hand to his face to push away some stray hairs

he hums in response, smiling like a fool, “mm you think i’m pretty?” he taunts

“you tell anyone and i’ll deny it” you say, pointing a finger at him

he just smiles again and pulls your lips back down to his, his hands instantly roaming places only he knows

“eddie-“ you whisper between his assault of kisses

he hums again, hands roaming up and down your thighs

“you’re high, i don’t—“ but he interrupts you when a finger presses over your clit through your panties

“it’s not like i’m drunk baby, i’ve got a tolerance, don’t ya know?” he says, and you can do nothing but sigh

“come on, you’re not gonna tell me no, are ya?” he says, starting to rub circles

you say nothing, only dipping your head down to kiss him, hands going to fiddle with his belt, then eagerly pulling his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to be let free

eddie sighs at the feeling, grabbing your hips to urge you up, then grabbing his cock and lining up with you, to which you sink down on almost instantaneously

you let out a hushed moan at the feeling, and within seconds eddie is urging you to move, and you do

you brace your hands on his broad shoulders as you bounce on him, and it doesn’t take very long before your on the edge

“eddie” you say in a breathy moan

“i know, i know baby” eddie says, even though he doesn’t, he doesn’t know how badly you want to cum

his hand finds it’s way between you, rubbing circles just like before, and it completely sends you over the edge

“there you go, good job baby” eddie praises as your’re shaking top of him

eddie then lifts a leg up, bending his knee, and starts thrusting up into you, riding out your orgasm as he chases his own

and sure enough, within seconds you can feel his cock twitch and feel his warm cum inside you

you stay there for a moment, but when you go to get off of him eddie’s arms halt you

“woah, where are you going? we’re not done.”

𝟕/𝟐𝟒/𝟐𝟐

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @liltimmyst

[shoutogepi]

First Time BJ HC’s

with Bakugou, Kirishima, Shinsou, & Todoroki

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : [  ✘ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 (𝟏𝟖+) ] smut!

𝐡𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 : how would they act while receiving head for the first time?

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i don’t usually mention this but i did wanna say that they’re all 18+, AS THEY ARE IN EVERYTHING I WRITE. also please minors stay aWAY. LEAVE NOW PLEASE i am begging you. 

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 💥

surprisingly vocal and loud about it!! omg this mf... your panties are def gonna be drenched after giving him head.

fists your hair and shoves your head down, choking you with his dick. he’s just really eager and excited to finally have your mouth on him!! 

lost in the pleasure of it all. so he lets his guard down and ends up making mouth-watering noises for you to indulge in while you service him. 

LOTS of grunts and whispered curses under his breath. 

probably lasts like 5 mins but only because he’s battling himself not to bust every 15 seconds. 

when he does come, he pulls out and paints it across your face. honestly, he’s been dreaming about doing exactly that ever since he first saw you. 

yeah, he knows he’s nasty lol...

asks you if he can take a pic for his spank bank when he’s done. 

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Your tongue glides across his hot length, lapping at the bulging veins that line the underside of his shaft. As your lips make their way to the base of his cock, he lets out a gravely moan and your eyes roll back at the sound of it, ignoring the dull ache that’s begun to form at the back of your throat. 

“Deeper, Princess...” the blonde grunts, his hips shifting up so the swollen head of his cock nestles deep into your wet mouth. “Fuck yeah.” 

He pants, vermillion orbs glaring down at you as he lets you off his lap and you sputter for air. The sight of your saliva stringing out between your parted lips and his slick cock makes him ache. Even without your mouth on him, he feels just as hot, like no matter what you do, he gets closer to coming with every second of you on your knees in from of him. 

It’s not long before Bakugou’s deciding you’ve had enough air, slapping his girth against your lips. He swears as your tongue pokes out to trace the ridge of his heavy cock head, the muscle lashing out to caress his skin and take him into your mouth again. 

“Shit, oh my fucking god— fuck—” His grip on your locks tightens as you hollow your cheeks and suck on him, salty pre-come dripping down the back of your tongue. 

Your thighs push together as your core drools for him, his moans clouding your thoughts as you move your neck to pump faster. His balls tighten and the feeling in his stomach sharpens, thighs twitching beneath your splayed fingers. 

“Nnn— no baby, slow down, slo—” You don’t pay him any mind, twirling your tongue extra hard against him as you push him to the back of your mouth. “Fuck!” He moans as he shoves you off him, his cock leaving your lips just fast enough for his release to spray over your cheeks and across one eye. His legs don’t stop shaking even as his cock ceases gushing, his hand coming to cradle the back of your head and smear the white liquid across your lips. 

He groans as your tongue wanders out to meet the digit, cleaning his essence from your mouth with a coy smile. His gaze burns down into yours, desire still simmering in his bright irises. 

“That was fuckin’ hot, Princess,” he commends, watching his come trickle down your face before his fingers reach for his phone. “You’ll let me snap a pic, yeah baby?”

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𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 🧱

attempts to be really manly about it but just like bakugou, he cannot shut up about how good it feels. vocally admires you the whole time.

he was hesitant to let you go down on him in the first place, because to him, sex should revolve around your pleasure.

so when you told him that making him feel good in turn makes you feel good, he shuts up and pulls his pants down real quick LOLL.

praises you the whole time, treats you like a goddess and he’s your loyal worshipper.

he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands so he alternates between stroking your hair/chin and covering his face when he’s sure he’s making an obscene expression (although fails to actually hide said expressions from you, much to your delight).

when he’s about to come, he gives ample warning and makes sure to ask  where you want him to finish. 

hot and respectful experience, 10/10.

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Kirishima throws his head back as he moans, his fingers slipping through the hair at the crown of your head. “That feels so, so good baby girl...” His other hand curls into a fist atop his thigh, which tenses as your nails scrape down the inside of it. 

You look up at him through your lashes, tongue following the thick ridge on the bottom of his length. Fitting him in your mouth is a feat of its own, his cock rock-hard and thicker than you expected between your lips. Connecting gazes with him, you watch as his sharp teeth dig into his bottom lip, his hand slipping from your head to shield the lewd look twisting his features. You can feel your cunt warm at the sight of his furrowed brow and hanging jaw, his ragged panting only egging your ministrations further.  

“What about this, Kiri?” You spoke against his shaft, lips moving across the slick skin and moving to swirl your tongue around his thick head. 

“That’s—” he cuts himself off with a moan when you suck on his sensitive member, sliding half his cock into your warm, wet mouth. “God, you’re amazing!” 

You hum, satisfied with his answer. But that only makes his moans louder, his fingers tugging at the roots of your hair again. Your free hand caresses his heavy sack, thumb rubbing over his soft skin and squeezing ever so slightly. 

Kirishima whimpers your name, forcing your eyes to meet his crimson gaze once again. He looks absolutely wrecked, lips parted and hot puffs of breath escaping as his chest rises and falls quickly. “I’m really close, baby girl... where do you want me to..?”

All he receives is a flirty wink in response before you continue your movements, and he doesn’t bother to hold back the moan nor the desperate expression that crosses his handsome features. After a few moments of going to work his hips begin to shuffle under you and he tenses, and you open your throat and allow him to push his cock into your mouth on his own accord. 

“Holy shit!” He cries as he comes down your throat, his hot spend warming your body as your tongue pets his cock, waiting for him to fall from his high. “You’re so beautiful, baby girl,” he murmurs once he’s done, pulling you up for a passionate kiss. 

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮 🔮

tries to keep his cool and succeeds... for the most part. 

sits back and lets you do your thing, eyes never leaving you for even a second. 

he has a pretty dick and acts like he knows it, but it looks so, so much better slipping in and out of your mouth.

gently fucks your face. he likes having you take your time, which is also why he lasts longer than you were expecting. nothing crazy tho prob like 10 mins max HAHA.

he bites his lip to keep the noises in so he’s no where near as loud as the others... but when the occasional moan does slip out, it makes it only that much better. 

combs his hands through his hair a lot. also thinks about how he’s gonna reciprocate this great favor once you’re done...

oozes a lot of pre throughout the whole ordeal but he actually doesn’t taste too bad?? magic man. comes on your tongue and demands you hold it there for a second before you swallow. o.o

after everything’s done he’s shocked that he was able to control himself so well lmao

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“Fuck...” Shinsou breathes the swear out lowly, brow twitching while his rough fingertips glide through his indigo locks. He would smirk at the purr that rumbles through your body at his praise, but your mouth sinks down to the base of his cock and his teeth push deep into his bottom lip instead. 

Violet eyes fixate on your mouth, the way your slobber glistens and trails behind your lips with each purposeful movement of your neck. He wants to allow his eyes to roll into his skull as his swollen head presses against the back of your throat, but he forces his gaze to remain on you, determined not to miss a single second of the show. 

His fingers curl into his roots as your tongue swipes against his flushed skin, allowing a quiet groan to escape as you repeat the movement. Briefly he wonders how you can be so good at this, how he feels like he’s been on the edge of his orgasm for the past five minutes and somehow he’s loving every second of your heavenly torture. 

He licks his lips as your mouth leaves his cock and he watches the strands of saliva that connect the two, how your lips curl into a confident smile as your eyes meet his. Tracing your tongue along the side of his cock up and down, then sucking and nibbling at the same skin immediately afterwards. Another groan tumbles out of him, his hand flying to your hair and tugging your head up so that his erect cock rests against your sealed lips. 

You keep his gaze as your tongue wanders out and pets his head, then slipping the length back into your hot mouth as far as you can. Shinsou lets out a particularly heavy breath at the action, his hips jerking up gently so he pushes all the way into your throat. It’s easy to find a rhythm for the both of you, and for the first time, he lets himself close his eyes and become lost in the feeling of your mouth on him. 

“Just like that, kitty... that’s it, good girl...” He starts to grunt and grow louder as he reaches the cusp of ecstasy, still pushing his cock in between your lips until the feeling becomes too much to hold back anymore. “Hold your tongue out.” 

Following his instruction, your pink muscle is covered in white as he comes, some dripping down your tongue and disappearing down your throat. He strokes himself through it, dipping his thumb in the puddle of his seed after he’s finished before he pushes the finger back and you wrap your lips around the digit as you swallow everything. 

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𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 ❄️

poor baby, he is sooo flustered and reactive. almost catches on fire a handful of times. 

not super vocal at first but he pants a lot and every time you go further down on him, his breath catches in his throat.

speaking of preTTY DICKS!!!!! he has the prettiest. 

honestly he doesn’t last very long. he just is so sensitive bc he’s never had anything so warm and wet and gorgeous near his cock before. and he prob doesn’t jack off as often as the others so there’s that too.. 

he doesn’t have a clue what to do with his hands, very similar to kirishima in the way that his fingers are either touching you or masking the bottom of his face. he keeps his eyes on you most of the time though, taking mental pictures— hell, a mental video— and frying it into his brain. 

warns you when he’s getting close, moans increasing in depth, frequency, and volume. he’s so head over heels for you that just holding your gaze brings him even closer to the edge. 

doesn’t care where he comes, but seeing his spend on your face does things to him... 

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Dual-colored eyes pierce into yours as you hollow your cheeks, wet tongue flush to the delicate skin of his aching member. Shouto’s hand lands over his mouth, long fingers stretching across his face as his brows scrunch beneath his silky locks. A harsh breath falls from his lips as your mouth drops down to the base of his throbbing cock. His contoured abdomen quivering underneath your fingers as he draws in another shaky breath, you savor how his gaze is locked on your tongue snaking around his wide shaft. 

“Ahah~ that feels—” he sucks in between his clenched teeth, fingers on his other hand carding through the hairs falling around your face. “Incredible, angel.” His sock-clad toes curl and drag through the carpet beside your knees, your nails digging into the ample muscle that lines his thighs. The action elicits a broken gasp which in turn makes you moan around his rosy cock. 

His hips buck up and shove his length into your throat even deeper at the vibrations, only making him sigh deeply with bliss. You gag and sputter around him, your throat tightening and forcing another heavy huff from his lungs. He allows you to come up for air, feelings mixed about how the sight of you struggling to breath makes him ache for you even more. 

“Don’t stop, love...” he mumbles, barely cognizant as his head spins, your lips sliding around him and answering his plea instantly. His hand curls around the back of your head, loosely guiding your strokes and forming a makeshift ponytail that keeps most of your hair out of the way. “You look so pretty like this, oh god...” 

The number of grunts and moans floating out of him increases as you find a steady tempo to bob your head to, his fist in your hair allowing your movements to speed up. You can feel him gradually tensing, his pants becoming more breathless and desperate, little pleas falling from his lips as his voice turns more gruff. 

“I’m gonna come,” he cautions abruptly, digits pulling at your roots tighter, his other hand flying up to push his own hair back from his forehead as the pressure builds within him. His frantic gaze meets your calm one, his face contorting with the increasing pleasure. “W-Where should I— Fuck, love— agh, God, I— I’m—” 

His body trembles as he falls over the edge, orgasm wracking through him as thick ribbons of white shoot onto your chin, your hand stroking his slick length as you guide him through the haze of euphoria. He comes a good amount, especially when you stick the head of his cock back inside your mouth and happily allow the last few spurts to coast down your throat. 

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(ᇴ‿ᇴ) ahh i love smut.. lol lmk why i made toshi so daddy tho tfff 

[kindahoping4forever]

Don't Wanna Wait On It // Calum Hood

If you were on my blog at all yesterday, you probably saw that it was @cal-puddies' birthday. 🥳 She's written so many amazing Cal fics over the years and we've co-written some great ones but I decided it'd be a nice birthday treat if I surprised her with a good and filthy smut starring her man, that she didn't have to be creatively involved with at all. I rarely write for Cal and I've never written an entire piece without asking for Cass's help even once so this was a little scary for me but I'm happy with how it turned out. And more importantly, she loved it! And she thought Tumblr would love it too and so she's graciously suggested I share it. So, happy Cass's birthday, everyone. 🥰😌

Warnings: Full on PWP - oral and manual stimulation of a female, cockwarming, hints of slight exhibitionism, playfully rough sex including some spanking. One brief scene of weed smoking. A clueless Ashton makes an appearance.

Word Count: 6050

Masterlist // Ko-Fi and 2021 Taglist linked above

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

It’s the end of a lazy afternoon in the midst of a lazy day. You sigh contentedly as you push off the side of the pool to float on your back, enjoying the contrast of the hot sun on your face and the cool water running through your hair as you paddle around aimlessly.

Duke’s excited barks from inside the house grab your attention and you turn to look just as Calum steps out and shuts the glass door behind him.

You call out excitedly, “Baby! You’re home! Hi! I was just getting out, come sit with me!”

Your boyfriend chuckles at your enthusiasm and makes his way over to the furniture across the patio. You feel him watching with interest as you lift yourself out of the pool, so you decide to give him a little show: stretching your arms above your head, shaking your hair out, making sure he’s undoubtedly aware of how well your bikini fits you. You finally wrap your towel around yourself and shuffle over to the couch where he’s sitting, moving quickly so that the hot pavement doesn’t scorch the bottoms of your feet.

As soon as you’re within reach, Cal is pulling you onto his lap and letting his hands explore your body while he smothers your neck and face with kisses; you laugh and playfully try to wriggle away from him until he finally reaches your lips and you both quietly murmur in acknowledgement of how much you missed each other.

“How was the studio, Bubba?” You ask, scratching at his scruff.

He shrugs. “Good day… long.”

A voice behind you interjects, “Oh, your Bubba absolutely killed it in the studio today but of course he’s not gonna say that.”

Calum quietly claims, “I was about to tell you…” as your head whips around towards the voice; you can’t say you’re surprised to see Ashton laughing at his own comment as he carries a tray with a pitcher of iced tea and three glasses.

“Oh, hey, Ash. Didn’t realize you were here,” you say, nudging Cal pointedly as you shift out of his lap onto the seat next to him.

Cal mouths a quick “sorry” in your direction but Ash remains oblivious, setting the tray on the table and pouring glasses for each of you. “Got a little writing to finish up after dinner but thought a change of scenery, some time out by the pool could be good for inspiration,” he explains.

“Oh, staying for dinner too?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at your boyfriend.

Ash grins as he hands you both your drinks. “Well… I offered to man the grill… think that’s what scored me the invite to be honest.”

You chuckle and clink his glass. “Sounds like our guy.”

Calum laughs and protests, “Can you not talk about me like I'm not sitting right here?”

Ashton cackles while you blow a kiss to Cal and he responds to you both with his middle finger.

Ash’s laughter turns to confusion as he pats over his pockets before asking Cal, “Mate, did you ever give me back my lighter?” He wiggles a joint between his fingers as explanation for his question.

Calum furrows his brow before realization spreads across his face. “Ohhh, it’s probably still in the pants I changed out of when we got here. Sorry, man,” he apologizes and taps you to move your legs out of his lap so he can get up.

Ashton holds up his hands to stop him. “Nah, you’re comfy, I can snag it,” he offers, heading for the house.

As soon as he’s out of earshot, Calum pulls you back over to lay across his lap and wraps his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, I meant to give you a heads up before we got home but we got caught up talking and then when I came out here and saw you in this swimsuit…”

“All common sense and blood flow left your brain?”

He snorts, squeezing your ass. “Yeah, basically.”

You smirk, “Well… that was kind of my intention when I put this on, when I thought it’d just be you finding me out here.”

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly. “We could’ve finished up our work tomorrow but Matt’s up in the woods for the week and you know Ash hates an empty house so when he mentioned dinner…”

You peck Cal’s lips. “You know I don’t mind having him here, Bubba, it’s fine. Especially if he’s cooking for us,” you laugh. “Just means I’ve gotta wait to have my way with you now.” You wink and squeeze his thigh, appreciating that it feels as strong as it looks in the shorts he’s wearing.

“Well,” Cal starts with a mischievous glint in his eye, pulling you closer. “I don’t remember saying anything about waiting, do you?”

Before you can ask him what he means by that, he kisses you slow and hungry, tongue teasing yours just enough to remind you of its skill, hands running over your skin just enough to make you even more disappointed you don’t have the house to yourselves.

“You two are far too lovey for this weather,” Ashton interrupts you once again, flopping himself into the lounge chair opposite you and taking a gulp of his iced tea. “Just looking at you is making me sweat.”

“And here I always thought you’d be the type who likes to watch,” Cal cracks, bursting into a fit of laughter at the begrudgingly amused expression on his friend’s face.

“I don’t know, Ash, you’d probably be more comfortable if you weren’t out here fully dressed. Cal can lend you something more comfortable,” you point out, gesturing at his button down shirt and jeans versus the tank and shorts Cal changed into.

Calum can barely contain his laughter as he piles on, “That’s true… although I guess if anything we should be glad he’s moved on from wearing the black jeans regardless of temperature.”

“Well and don’t forget he’s got the sandals, I’m sure those are making all the difference,” you chime in with a wide smile.

Ashton shakes his head, clearly biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at your jokes. You and Cal chuckle knowingly until Ash balls up two napkins and shoots them in your direction, causing you both to giggle even more. “How do I always end up the butt of the joke with you two?” He complains good-naturedly, reaching into his shirt pocket and retrieving the joint and lighter. “Think you both could use a time out.”

“If it’s just us that need the time out then why’re you about to smoke with us, pal?” Cal replies, eyes already laughing at whatever Ash’s answer might be.

“You guys need it, I deserve it for having to put up with your guys’ shit,” he quips with the joint between his teeth. He sparks it and takes a long hit before leaning to pass it to you. “And for the record, everyone, since you’re so concerned about my personal temperature, I did unbutton my shirt when we came out here. So I did in fact, make steps to adjust to the climate.” He dramatically raises his arms, letting his shirt fall open for emphasis.

You exchange an amused look with Cal as you pass him the joint. “It’s like you always say, babe, the nips really are the key to everything,” you wink at him.

His face instantly warms and he pokes at you, laughing. “Hey, how did we end up back on me?!”

The three of you continue smoking together and razzing each other until the high takes over and the giggly conversation defaults into your usual stoned activities: the men lazily scrolling on their phones and you being absentmindedly affectionate with Cal while you quietly sing along to whoever’s playlist ended up connected to the Bluetooth speaker.

You hum to yourself, running your hands through Cal’s hair; you love that he’s left it long, you’d been complaining that you missed his curls for what feels like forever. Your impaired state causes you to become fascinated specifically with his blonde streaks and you meticulously comb through his hair, finding each light piece to twirl around your fingers before moving on to the next.

Calum leans into your touch, occasionally closing his eyes and murmuring appreciatively when you scratch at his scalp. His fingers sleepily rub over your thighs, calloused tips deliciously rough against your soft skin. You feel his eyes travel up and down your body every so often, appreciating how your bikini accentuates your curves even underneath the sheer coverup you have on.

Every time he checks you out, his hand sneaks up your leg just a little bit higher, something you don’t notice until his fingers are caressing your inner thigh, and momentarily brush against your clothed pussy. You’re confident it was an accident so you don’t say anything but when it happens again a few moments later, you look at him curiously and catch him staring at you intently.

“What are you doing?” You whisper, glancing over at Ashton, who’s still entranced by his phone.

Your boyfriend shrugs and gives you That Look that you know means he’s in a mood. “Just missed you today, gorgeous.”

You shiver at the rasp in his voice; you’re not sure if it’s from desire or having smoked but it goes straight to your core. “Well I missed you too, baby, but --” You stop short, whatever concern you were about to express completely fading from your mind at the feeling of Cal’s fingers sliding under the leg of your bikini bottoms. He licks his lips when he finds you wet and it makes your stomach flip.

“What were you saying about missing me, darlin’?” He teases, naughty smile spreading across his face as his fingers trace through your folds.

You’re sure the position you’re laying in obscures his movements but just in case, you casually throw your discarded towel over your lower half. “Well. If someone hadn’t slept in this morning, there would’ve been time to fool around before it was time to leave for the studio,” you tease back.

Calum smirks as he purposefully grazes your clit and you just about fly out of his lap. “And if someone hadn’t insisted on another round last night, there wouldn’t have been a need to hit snooze in the first place,” he argues, watching as your eyes flutter, you trying to remain reactionless to the circles he’s drawing on your clit.

“Well. We can call it a draw,” you concede, breathing deep to steady yourself.

He chuckles and you can tell he’s about to make another teasing comment when Ash’s loud voice startles you both from your game. Calum stills his hand but leaves it inside your bottoms, essentially cupping your pussy under the cover of the towel.

“Groceries just got here!” He announces, pointing to the notification on his phone. “You guys hungry yet?”

Cal pointedly stares at you and answers, “I could definitely eat.” His eyes shine as you suck in a breath, feeling his fingers lightly start moving again. “Think this one is more thirsty than anything else.” You shake your head at him, amused but annoyed at his audacity.

“Oh, well you can go ahead and finish off that tea, I think we’re done with it,” Ashton tells you as cheerily heads for the house, too high and focused on his cooking plans to think about your and Cal’s curious interactions.

Cal quietly snorts as you pinch his thigh while sweetly calling after his friend, “Sounds great, Ash, thanks!”

Your boyfriend doesn’t even wait for Ash to shut the door before he’s pulling you up to straddle him. “Finally some alone time,” he mumbles, tugging your coverup over your head and planting his face inside your bikini, between your breasts.

You giggle at his eagerness and the tickle of his stubble. “Not enough time to do whatever it is you’re thinking, Cal, he’s just sorting the groceries and getting what he needs for the grill,” you point out, combing your fingers through his hair as he sucks your nipple through your top.

“Not enough time,” he mutters skeptically. “Wanna bet?”

Curious what he has in mind, you murmur your agreement and suddenly in one swift and graceful motion, Calum shifts to lay across the seat and pulls you over his face.

“Baby!” You half whisper, half shriek, grabbing the arm of the couch for stability.

You feel him smile against your thigh, gently biting at your skin as he tugs your bikini bottoms to the side. “Told you I could eat,” he quips before giving a long lick up your center.

You gasp as he immediately gets to work, fingers digging into your thighs as he holds you against him while he drags his tongue up and down your folds, groaning at the taste of your wetness. He teases around your clit, refusing to add any pressure, just lightly batting it back and forth with the tip of his tongue before moving away from it again. It should frustrate you but it just makes you want him even more.

“Caaaaal,” you whine, trying to grind against his face and exhaling disappointedly when you meet resistance from the grip he has on you. “This is your plan? Being a tease right now? Ash is gonna be back any second, you’re gonna get me all worked up for nothing.”

You jump at the feeling of his tongue quickly gliding up to your clit, flicking over it rapidly before he wraps his lips around it and starts sucking; your hands fly down to his curls, trying to encourage him to stay there but he loudly pulls off after a few seconds. “That better, darlin’?” He taunts, breathless and amused. His hands travel to your ass and squeeze tight as he chuckles, “If you’re still thinking about Ash while I’m doing this, I’m obviously not working hard enough.”

You playfully glare at him. “You know what I mean, I just want to make sure we both get what we need. Why don’t we sneak into the bathroom and get off there? I’ll say I need to shower before dinner and something’s wrong with the water, you have to come help me,” you suggest, eyes scanning the house suspiciously before you reach behind you and palm the tent in his shorts. “What do you say, big boy?”

Cal bucks into your touch, allowing you to stroke him through the material for a moment before he shrugs and replies, “This is more fun.” He lifts up to flutter his tongue on your clit before stopping to add, “And you know Ash is in there getting distracted by about a billion things and you know we’ll hear his loud ass coming out here before he’s close enough to see anything. What do you say, baby girl?”

He waits for your response, softly massaging your ass. You glance back at the house one last time before looking down at him with a twinkle in your eye as you roll your hips over him; his tongue instinctively darts out to taste you but you lift up right before you make contact. The growl you receive in return is instantly worth denying yourself that moment of pleasure.

“Now who’s teasing?” He mutters through a devilish grin, firmly swatting you.

You roll your hips again, this time letting yourself settle over his mouth, hissing when he easily starts circling your clit. “The only score you should be keeping right now is how many times you can make me cum before we either stop or get caught,” you declare, head lolling back as he flattens his tongue and guides your hips, helping you work yourself against him.

The two of you fall silent as you ride his face, you doing your best to hold in your noises, a task easier said than done with the way he’s quietly groaning into your pussy. The only thing Cal loves more than eating you out is how much you love when he eats you out. He knows you can’t be as vocal as he’d like right now but that’s not stopping him from employing all his best moves to pull what sounds from you he can; every clipped moan, every swallowed sigh, every whisper of his name is what he’s living for right now.

He licks at you with determination, his scruff tickling and scratching your skin deliciously, the sensation heightening your experience. His hands knead your ass, fingers repeatedly dancing awfully close to your tight hole and you can’t help wishing he’d tease you there, even just a little bit, even though you know there’s no time.

The thought of Calum playing with your ass takes things to another level for you and you feel that familiar burning sensation in your belly starting to spread. “Oh god, Cal,” you whine as quietly as you can, grabbing at your tits, tugging at your own nipples hurriedly. “Oh god, oh god, baby… I’m there. Please, Cal… fuck.”

He murmurs encouragingly, continuing to swirl his tongue on your clit while his lips form a seal around it, kissing and sucking at it with just the right amount of speed and suction to build your climax. Your legs begin to shake so he grabs at them to hold you on his mouth and the rough gesture adds just enough pressure to send you over the edge.

You squeak and sputter, trying as hard as you can not to scream as the pleasure overwhelms you. Cal’s mouth stays hard at work while you thrash and pant above him, refusing to budge until he feels you go slack in his hold.

“Good girl, baby… so, so good,” he praises you, voice deep with desire. His tattooed hands steady you while you swing your leg around to climb off him and he pulls you in to lay beside him on the couch. He pushes back your hair, still damp from the pool, and gazes at you adoringly. “Taste so good when you cum, my darlin’. Can never get enough,” he murmurs before kissing you slowly.

You hum against his lips, tasting yourself on them. “Mmm… pretty good but I’ve tasted better,” you grin, sliding your hand in his shorts and gripping his cock. As you expected, you find him already hard and leaking for you but you give him a few strokes anyway, admiring the way his brow furrows and his eyes squeeze shut as your hand moves on him. You smile to yourself as you study him: hair wild from your hands tugging at it, face still shiny with your arousal, lips swollen from pleasing you, now parting to form the shape of your name as you touch him. God, you couldn’t love him more.

You start to tell him as much when he suddenly yanks your wrist from his shorts and reaches for his phone, propping his head up on one hand and loudly laughing at an imaginary joke. After a few seconds of confusion, you catch onto his strange behavior and force a giggle of your own seconds before Ashton rounds the corner, carrying a tray of buns, hamburger patties and veggie burgers over to the barbecue.

“Not having too much fun without me, are ya?” He chuckles at his not particularly funny comment.

“Impossible,” you call over to him, smirking at Cal. Your eyes never leave your boyfriend’s as you lift your hand to your mouth and lick at the precum you collected on your fingers before you were rudely interrupted. “Like I said, much better,” you whisper to him, loving the way his eyes narrow as he watches you.

Ashton loudly announces to no one in particular that he needs to go back and grab the fries and onion rings before he gets started and he heads back towards the house. This time it’s you who can’t wait for him to leave, hands tugging at Cal’s shorts again as soon as Ash is past the couch.

“Cal… baby, I need you,” you desperately state the obvious. You plant a heated kiss on him as your mind files through different scenarios to aid your dilemma.

Before you can settle on one to suggest, he peels off his tank and reaches over to grab your towel again. “Flip over for me, would you, gorgeous?” He asks sweetly, draping the towel across your waists.

A shiver runs down your spine as you realize what he’s thinking. You know Cal has a bit of an exhibitionist streak in him but you’re also confident he’s probably not about to flat out fuck you in front of his friend. You face away from him and lean back to snuggle in. “Am I about to keep you warm, Bubba?”

He pecks your shoulder as his fingers trace the edge of your bottoms again. “Just until we figure out something better,” he says, a smile in his voice. “Just need to be in you, baby… just want to feel you around me.”

The neediness in his voice makes you absolutely weak. You feel your breath get measurably heavier as you say, “Fuck, I want that too, Cal… come on quick, slip it in before he gets back… I don’t think I'm gonna be able to keep quiet when I first feel you, baby… you just fill me up so perfectly.”

Calum whimpers at your words, pulling his cock out through his fly, grunting your name quietly as he pumps himself a few times. You shift your legs to accommodate him and hold your bikini to the side, waiting. He runs his tip through your folds, the both of you groaning at the contact. He’s barely gotten the head of his cock inside you before he has to reach around and cover your mouth to muffle the satisfied noises you’re making.

He kisses along the back of your neck as he continues to push in. “Shhh,” he soothes, voice strained as he struggles to contain his own reaction. “I know it feels good, darlin’. You always feel so good wrapped around me. So tight and warm.”

He bottoms out and drops his hand from your mouth to your breasts, gently massaging them. He gives a long, low groan in your ear and it takes everything in you to fight the overwhelming urge you’re having to move your hips, clench down, anything to hear that sound again.

“This was a terrible idea, Cal, all I can think about now is cumming on your cock,” you laugh, accidentally tightening around him and the two of you moan in unison.

His response gets swallowed by the booming sounds of Ashton loudly singing a made up song about the dinner menu from across the yard; you take a deep breath, trying to calm your pounding heart while Calum wraps his arm around you, making it seem as if you’re just having a lazy cuddle, nothing unusual about it.

Ash walks past the couch without paying even a momentary glance in your direction and you nearly burst out laughing, stopping just short so that the movement doesn’t give you and Cal away. You hear the grill firing up along with the faint sounds of him turning on some music and you finally relax against your boyfriend, content to be getting away with this escapade, at least for the moment.

His hand finds yours and interlaces your fingers together; you feel him peck your head as he nuzzles into you, taking a deep breath and mumbling something about how good you smell. You close your eyes and bask in everything you’re feeling in this moment. Strong arms holding you, long fingers tightly wrapped around yours, soft lips grazing your neck, hard chest pressed against your back, harder cock buried deep inside you. A cool breeze raises goosebumps on your skin while the warmth from the low afternoon sun kisses them away. It’s quite possible this is heaven.

Cal seems to be on the same wavelength as you, his quiet voice breaking the silence to breathe out, “Fuck… I love you, baby.”

You smile and squeeze his hand, loving that he can make you feel so much with so few words. “I love you too, Bubba.” You kiss his knuckles and sigh, “I love being close with you like this. Having you surround me, fill me… feel so perfect inside me, Cal.”

“I’d stay just like this forever if we could,” he says softly. He waits a beat, then corrects himself, “Well. Ideally, we’d both get to cum at some point and Ash wouldn’t be on the other side of the yard but you know what I mean.”

The giggle that escapes you is quickly followed by a muted whine as you feel Cal react by squeezing your hand ridiculously tight to keep himself from bucking into you. You turn your head slightly to apologize but instead find yourself being swept up in the desperate kiss he’s planting on you.

He pulls back and looks you over, a mixture of fondness and lust in his eyes; he pauses and you can practically see the wheels turning in his mind. You wonder out loud what he’s thinking and he smiles at you mischievously, offering you another kiss instead of an explanation. You get lost in it until you feel his hand travel down your belly, under the towel and into your bikini.

“That wasn’t part of the plan,” you smirk, chewing the inside of your lip as his fingers rub circles around your already sensitive clit.

“Now all I can think about is you cumming on my cock,” he grins. “Think you can keep quiet?”

“Can you?” You tease, squeezing around him.

Calum pinches your ass in retaliation and you accidentally let out a squeal at the sensation. You both freeze, waiting to see if Ash heard and is going to turn around to investigate. Cal can’t hold in a wheeze laugh as the two of you watch your friend remain totally oblivious, whistling along to his music, happily arranging the food he’s grilling.

“You’re gonna pay for that, missy,” he warns playfully.

“Promise?”

“You brat,” he says, love dripping from his voice. He suddenly adds pressure to your clit and you lurch forward, reeling from the satisfying shock. “You gonna be good so I can be nice and make you cum again?”

You nod breathlessly, grimacing from the intensity of the pleasure and the way you already feel it building. One hand plays with your tits, the other keeps a steady rhythm between your legs. Calum has always been a very perceptive lover, able to read your needs from the way your body responds to him; this skill serves him well in cases like this where you’re trying to keep the volume to a minimum and you’re shocked at how close he's able to bring you in such a short amount of time.

“Cal,” you whisper sharply, rocking on him ever so slightly. Recognizing your tone, he grunts softly and pushes his hips against you, making sure he’s filling you as deeply as he possibly can. That extra pressure, along with the rough tug he gives your nipple sets you off and your pussy starts pulsing around him.

You’re determined not to make any noise but as your orgasm wrecks through you, it becomes clear you wouldn't be able to speak even if you tried. Calum keeps working your clit while his other hand holds a steady grip across your chest, keeping your writhing at bay. You hear a series of quiet growls escape his throat as he grits his teeth, stubbornly holding out on his own pleasure despite the way you’re tightening on his cock.

You finally slump back against him, stilling his hand on you. You try to tell him how good it felt, how you can’t believe how good he is to you, how much you love him but all that comes out are awed gasps and exhausted pants for air.

Of course, he seems to understand, lips pecking at your neck and shoulders, hand clasping yours again, his thumb sweetly caressing yours as you come down. Once you appear to have settled, you feel him loosen his grip around you and slowly start pulling out, his breath catching as he leaves your warmth.

He cleans his cock with the towel, groaning as he carefully puts it away; you’re amazed at how swollen and angry it looks, precum forming at the tip even though he just wiped it clean a moment ago. He’s been so generous with you today, he’s so generous with you always… you need to make him cum. You need to make him cum now.

You lean over to peck his lips and then you’re on your feet, slipping your coverup over your head again. “Meet me in the kitchen,” you instruct, smoothing your clothes and hair. Cal looks at you quizzically and you wink at him. “Trust me. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You casually walk over to the barbecue, taking a long, exaggerated sniff. “Mmm, smells so good, Ash!” You enthuse, hoping your appearance doesn’t give away the fact you’ve had two orgasms since he left you and Cal alone.

“Hope you’re hungry,” he boasts, making a big show of flipping the burgers in front of you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Calum quietly slipping inside the house. “Always,” you say happily. “Hey, you about ready for the condiments and veggies?”

Ash looks delighted at your offer. “Yeah! I’ve got the onions out here to grill but everything else is still on the counter. Veggies need washed… tomatoes need sliced. You know, all that.”

You nod helpfully. “Cool, we can do that!”

He turns towards the couch to wave a thanks at Cal and you quickly explain, “We figured it was time so he went in the house to get started. I’m gonna go help him out.”

He nods, satisfied with your answer. “Awesome! Tell him thanks for me,” he chirps, turning back to the grill.

“Will do!” You grin, heading for the house, pleased that your plan worked so easily.

You’ve barely shut the door behind you when you feel Calum press you into it, cock still hard and ready for you.

“Now what if something had gone wrong and Ash had followed me in here, hmm?” You tease, grinding your ass against him.

“Then he’d be in for a hell of a show because I can’t wait any longer to fuck you,” he states simply. He turns you around, kissing you hard against the door before tapping your leg, which you know means he wants you to hop up and wrap your legs around him; you do as he requests and he continues kissing you as he carries you over to the dining room table. He leans you against it as he peels off your coverup so he can kiss your neck, immediately working on sucking marks down your cleavage.

“Baby, I said the kitchen so that if we heard him coming, we could at least have a chance of looking like we’re doing something else,” you laugh.

He shrugs and gestures towards the kitchen window that’s in sight. “We’ll keep an eye out, we’ll see him coming,” he insists, nibbling your skin.

“So then when do I get to see you coming?” You flirt, reaching down to squeeze him through his shorts.

He grabs your hand off of him and holds it behind your back as he spins you around to bend you over the table. “Probably gonna be sooner than I’d like,” he laughs, giving your ass a firm swat.

You give an excited murmur as you feel him finally tug your bikini bottoms down your legs; you step out of them and bite your lip in anticipation at the sound of his shorts rustling and then suddenly you feel him tapping his cock up and down your ass, dripping precum on it because he can.

You’re about to comment but then he’s kicking at your feet for you to spread further and then his cock is inside you once again. You moan louder than intended but you’re still sensitive from your recent orgasms and the feeling of Cal effortlessly filling you is unbelievable.

“OK, darlin’?” He checks in, voice straining as he holds himself still, waiting for your answer.

“Won’t be until you fuck me, Cal.”

Those words unleash the side of your boyfriend that he's been fighting since he got home, the side you were hoping would come out to play when you put on that swimsuit earlier. He presses his palm down on the small of your back and digs the fingers of his other hand into your hip as he begins roughly fucking into you, your body repeatedly sliding up and down the table from the force.

You grip onto the edge of the table, hoping to gain some purchase, but then you feel him give your ass an open-handed smack, sending you forward again. You moan his name as he rubs the sting on your skin away before delivering another slap to the same tender spot. By the time he gives the same treatment to your other cheek, you’re a heaving, whining mess.

“That’s for earlier,” he growls, smirking at the pleasured noise you give in reply.

He drives his cock into you, each curve and ridge hitting exactly where you need it; between the spanks, his powerful thrusts and the desperate groans pouring from him, you’re not surprised when you feel the beginnings of a third orgasm stirring inside you.

“Another, baby?” He asks, recognizing your breathing and the way your legs are starting to lock up. You nod hastily, impatiently slipping your hand down your body to help yourself out. He hits his hips into you harder, giving you some extra friction as you touch yourself. “Yeah, darlin’, that’s it… fuckin’ give it to me.”

Cal knows you well enough to know delivering another strike to your ass will trigger your orgasm and he keeps up the harsh pace of his thrusts as you cum around him, walls closing in on his cock as he moves. You breathlessly huff his name, exhausted but elated from how good he’s making you feel.

“Oh yeah… that’s my good girl… cumming for me so many times today. Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he praises you, his last few words sounding slightly choked as his hips start to stutter.

One last burst of lust surges through your veins and you rush out, “Anywhere you want, baby!”

He curses under his breath as he pulls out and quickly tugs you down onto your knees. You reach out and scratch your nails up and down his thighs, murmuring encouragement as he pumps his cock over you. He reverently breathes your name one last time and then he’s painting your chest with ropes of hot cum, aiming for your cleavage but also streaking your swimsuit with his release.

Calum’s hand slows, squeezing the last few drops out and he groans loudly when you lean forward and wrap your lips around the head of his cock to slurp up what he’s drawn out. You pop off of him and the two of you stare at each other for a beat before laughing in disbelief.

“Sorry about the bikini,” he chuckles shyly, helping you back to your feet.

“Gonna think about this every time I wear it now,” you admit with a naughty smile, thanking him silently as he wipes your chest with a nearby dishtowel.

He grins back at you. “Well… you’re welcome then.” He hooks your chin to bring you into a kiss and your tongues lazily tangle together as you take a moment to settle down.

You pull away and giggle, “It’s actually a good thing Ash is here, I feel like I’ve worked up a pretty nice appetite now. Let's clean up and have some dinner!”

Cal looks you up and down, That Look in his eye again. “Dinner sounds great, darlin’, but if I'm honest, I'm already thinking about what I might want for dessert,” he says suggestively, pulling you back to his lips.

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[soft-boi-eli]

Helloo! Could I ask for cc!SBI x GN! Streamer Reader during TwitchCon (I'm not from the US nor Europe so I probs won't be able to go next year, but at least the thought of it seems nice)? Thanks, and remember to stay hydrated! <3

Yes. And I will keep hydrated. Sorry if it take a bit I want it to be as good as possible.

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing, mentions of anxiety

Not proofread.

Why is there a tag limit of 30?

Best friends are family.

The flight over was he'll. Leaving you tired and jet lagged as you wandered the air port.

You were to meet up with four people. As you had been a part of a huge server with them.

Not only did you guys play minecraft together. You had streams where you just talk, anwser questions, play little games with them. Even just had one of your guys just talking to the other person while they streamed. It was the only relationship you had. They were your family. Well best friends.

But that doesn't matter right?

When you finally locked eyes with this brown haired guy, glasses, quite tall, looked quite like one of your four friends you immediately froze.

This was real. They weren't fake.

"Techno?" It was quite and was nearly drowned out by the sounds of the air port.

But the brunette looked your way. Eyes widening slightly as he had seen your face on face time before. You two were faceless streamers. Or nearly faceless. Only really showing your faces on huge achievements or to people you know. So most people didn't know what you looked like.

"(Y/n)?" Nodding to him you smiled under your mask.

He had a smile in his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Let's get out of this crowd. Phil took tommy and wilbur outside since they had a long flight." you both weaved through people. "Understandable. I mean look how many people exsit here." You spoke.

With a chuckle he lead you to the exit. The two blondes and one brunette stood near the door, obviously kind of relived from being out of the crowd.

"Look who I found." Technos voice brought the other three to look in your direction. "Hey! (Y/n) have a nice flight mate?" Phil's question was heartfilled but honestly you didn't want to think of the horrid experience.

"Not too bad not too good. Hopped on the soonest plane. And dear God it was hell." It was obvious by your tone that you didn't want to speak about it. So they were quick to shift the subject.

"So the b&b you're staying at? Where is it?" You looked at tommy confused. Didn't he know that you all are going to the same b&b?

"Same one as us tommy. Did you even listen to us on the flight?" Wilbur spoke up before you could deliver your sarcastic comment.

"Really? Didn't expect that." Tommy seemed confuses. Rolling your eyes at the teen you spoke. "Ah yes let's send one of the most socially awkward people out to rent a room in a b&b alone. How smart." Getting the hint tommy chuckled at the sarcastic comment.

"Oh yeah. I forgot that you had that bad of anxiety." Looking back to him with a 'bitch really?' Look he laughed. "You forgot I had crippling anxiety. It took what? 5 months before I started to fully talk to all of you? It was literally just you guys talking to me until one day out of the blue I started talking back." As you spoke you guys got to technos car.

As techno had driven here he was the one that was driving you the the b&b. No need for rental cars.

"So, (y/n), Phil, tommy, wilbur. Have do you guys wanna pick up some food first? Or nah?" Techno was quick to ask. And having a hungry teen in the car it was automatically a yes.

The day flew by. Jokes were told, food was eaten. And naps were quick to happen.

But that all came to a hard stop. TwitchCon. You weren't on the main panel like most of the others. Having been just added and just climbing up. But you did have your own meet and greet station.

And that was enough to pick at your anxiety.

But you decided to breathe through it. Hoping to get through this and live another day.

What helped was the fact that not many people came up to you. Having no idea if you were the real one. But when you got to your booth hell rang loose. You were now confirmed to be the real you and people wanted autographs, photos, videos, little trinkets you ended up selling.

It was not as bad as you thought. Not many people pushing past your boundires.

"Omg it's (t/n)! (Twitch name) they are so cool can I go say hi!" The younger child was quick to rush up to you as their parents nodded.

"HI! I wanted to say i love you and your content! I was wondering if I could get an autograph. Also how do you do it? How do you look so genderless!" This child was going miles a minute and honestly it was one of the sweetest things. "Well it takes years of work and finding what's best. here's your autograph. Would you like a photo?" They nodded so fast it was almost like their head was going to fall off.

Laughing lightly you wrapped an arm around their shoulder and they wrapped theirs around yours.

Their parents were quick to snap a photo and call their child back to them. Not wanting to take up too much of your time.

And to you luck the four boys you were waiting for had arrived. Relife.

You smiled and waved them over. "(Y/n). You seem happy." Technos voice was calm.

"Just a very kind and energetic fan. It was nice too see someone like them." You looked in the direction of the kid. Noticing something you hadn't before. They were bald. Looked kind of sickly. And seemed kind of off. Excusing yourself you grabbed something from under your table. One of the many stuffed animals you had onder there with a embroidered signature from you. It was a little stuffed snow leopard.

Rushing to find the child you tapped their shoulder. Turning around they seemed confused. "(T/n)? What are you doing over here shouldn't you be over near your stand?" You smiled under your mask.

"You seem to be going through something and I wanted to make sure one of my number one fans had something special to make them feel better. Here you go. My channels mascot with an embroidered signature so you will always remember to fight on Cub." Your followers are known as your Cubs. And this one was a special one. They made your day.

Now it wastime for you to make their day.

With gentle hands they took the plush to their chest tears in their eyes. They latched onto you as they cried softly. Rubbing their back you saw the parents tearing up. Their mother pulled her mask down mouthing thank you then pulling it back up quickly.

Nodding gently you hug the child lightly. Letting go slowly you look at them. "I belive in you. So you take these words. Fight on. Never give up. You are one of the strongest people I have seen alright? You're gonna make it through this no matter what." Patting their head you smiled as they nodded.

There was a new spark in their eye.

This powerful Cub. Phil and the other came up behind you. "Hey there mate. Having a good time?" The child seemed so happy.

This is what you guys were here for. To see these joyful expressions. To make your fans happy. To give them some kind of escape.

There was no way you'd let anything get between you and your fans. No matter what.

I needed wholesome.

So I apologize for this taking so long but I was stressed about other things and that caused a chain reaction in my life. But next week I should start school so that's a plus.

Also when I do start school again imma be working slower. And I do apologize about that.

I'll try my best to get more of these out. So E.

Anyways hoped you enjoyed.

-Eli out!!

[bentokisses]

Hopelessness.

h!asmodeus x TC!male!mc

cw; DC (d/s dynamic, sado-masochism, little prep&lube, age gap, name calling, spitting), ive never written smut before, probs non-canon Asmo, uses of “Daddy”, temporary bar setting, non-consensual videoing, blackmail, aftercare??

a/n; THIS IS EMBARRASSING TO POST....any feedback is welcomed and encouraged (less your just being an ass)... some scenes are a bit convoluted probably... pls enjoy at least a little lolol. 

Asmodeus entered your classroom, skin radient and flawless under the dimming sun. it was around 5p.m., a few days before winter break. Asmodeus’s neck was wrapped in a fluffy white scarf, something you’ve never seen him in.

you eyed him as he entered, raising a brow. “Asmodeus… it’s quite late, is it not?��� you were stood by your desk, cleaning up and preparing to head home.

“Sorry, sir!” he said, smiling nonetheless. “i thought you’d be on your way out! i have a question for you!” he walked over to your desk, resting a hand on the faux wood. “i know i’m your student… and it’s bad to ask… but…” he jutted out his lip, resting a hand on the fibers of his scarf, “would you like to go share a drink with me?”

you paused in your tracks, looking up from the files you were re-organizing. “i’m sorry… come again?”

He blushed, another sight you’ve never seen, “i wanna get a drink with you! i’ll pay!”

“Asmodeus, I’m your teacher,” you tried to be stern.

“I kno-w!” he drew out his words, crossing his hands over his chest, pouting. his lips glimmered with a glittery lip gloss. “just say yes! pretend you met me on Tinder or something!”

you sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose, “i suppose just once wont be too bad.” you wanted- no, NEEDED a drink. your head hurt from your last classes extra immaturity- they acted like a group of highschoolers.

Asmodeus rested his head on your shoulder, rambling about how annoying his brothers had been during the council meeting. you listened, silent, cold drink in your hand accompanying the burning in your stomach. Asmodeus’ uniform tie was loose, as was yours, he’d pulled the fluffy scarf off and rested it on the seat beside him.

Asmodeus sipped on the fruit-flavored cocktail he’d bought, eyebrows narrowed. Eventually, he gave up on chatting. he, slightly aggressively, set his now empty glass on the table. “sir~! i wanna go home with you!” he pleaded, pouting. “its so cold in here, i wanna get cuddled up in your bed!” he leaned close to you before speaking his next words, “i’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

you pretended to be irritated by his advance, though, accepted, and you helped him get ready to go to your home. you even tied up his scarf, so he wouldn’t get cold! how sweet.

Asmodeus snooped around your room for a moment, before you interrupted his search with a harsh command.

“you said i could do what i want, so, take your clothes off.”

his face reddened, but he obliged. his movements were slow and seductive, and he made sure to taunt you.

you gripped his bare shoulder, pushing him onto the neatly made bed. he stared up at you, smiling softly through his lust.

you scoff, “your such a pervert. getting so hard over your teacher…” you run your hand across his slim thigh, before grabbing both his legs and pushing them against his chest. he whines at the movement. You spit on your fingers, stuffing them into his hole without warning; he moans, whimpering out a plea for you to “be gentle”, but you knew he didn’t need your gentleness. he was a whore, who did whatever for any pleasure he could get.

you prepped his hole, him moaning girlishly throughout. once you decided it was enough, you unzip your pants and line yourself up with his hole. he shifts his legs over your shoulders, staring up at you, “Daddy? are you gonna use any lu-“

you cut him off with a harsh thrust into his hole, resulting in a girlish yelp from Asmodeus.

“d-daddyyy! it hurts!” he whined, gripping onto the comforter below him.

you grit your teeth, ignoring him. you thrust in and out of him. he moans, tearing up, and continuing to plead for you to “pull out” and whining about how he “can’t take it, it hurts!” and, “its too big!”

you continue to ignore him, fucking him into the sheets as he pleaded for you to “slow down”. his face was red and damp with tears, a sight you would treasure forever. a sight you wanted to preserve, not just in your feeble memory.

you took your phone out of your pocket, opening up the camera. you grin, sadistically at the sight through the lens. hes to lost in his own painful humiliation to notice you taking photos- and then, a video, of his pathetic pleading. you continued to rough up his hole until you spill your seed into his ass, which you make sure to catch on tape- a short clip of your cum spilling out of his puffy hole, and his own cum coating his stomach. 

hes a mess under you, panting. you rub a hand on his blush-coated face. his skin is soft and well taken care of, as you expected from him. he gazes up at you, smiling gently, then noticing the camera in your hand. he looks worried.

“did- did you record th-that?” he asks, reaching up to grab your phone away.

you turn the device off, stuffing it into your pocket. you hold his hands, gently, leaning down to kiss his face.

“i did, but i wont show it to anyone. less, you decide to act out of line… how do you think your brothers would react to seeing you getting fucked?”

Asmodeus blushes, avoiding a response.

you pick him up, carrying him to the bathroom that extends off the bedroom. he holds his arms around your neck as you carry him. he nuzzles into your neck. you set him in the tub and run the water for him. you go to leave to find something for him to wear, but he whines for your attention as you place your hand on the door handle.

“What is it?” you turn to him.

“i want you to stay with me, sir!”

you sigh, turning around. you take a seat beside the bathtub.

“you... you aren’t gonna show anyone that...recording, right?” he asks, looking at you with worry in his eyes. 

“Of course not. it’s only here for myself to look back at.” you dip your hand into the bath, checking the waters temperature. 

“are you gonna join me?” Asmodeus asks, smiling, almost tauntingly. 

you laugh, “Do you want me too?” 

Asmodeus approaches your desk first thing the next morning. he’s grinning, more then his normal peppy smile. “G’morning, sir!” 

“Morning, Asmodeus,” you look up from the papers on your desk. 

Asmodeus leans over your desk, close to your face, “I had fun last night,” his voice was low. 

“Mm, why don’t we spend time together again soon?” You look into his eyes. 

he nods, smiling wider.

[noelle-holi-gay]

Susie trying to help Noelle study something? reverse of the usual c: like her driving exam or something that would get her equally anxious

"Thanks for helping me with this, Susie," Noelle said as she slipped into the driver's seat of her parents' spare car. "Mom really wants me to get my license before I go off to college, but with her at work all the time and Dad in the hospital, I haven't had anyone I can practice with..."

"Yeah, no prob," Susie said from the passenger's seat. "I normally drive stick so I'm not used these fancy-ass cars, but I should still be fine."

Noelle quirked her head at her. "Stick? What's that?"

Susie stared at her for a few seconds, face flat. "You know what? Nevermind." She clicked her seatbelt in. "So have you, like, driven at all before?"

"Well, um—no," Noelle admitted, going a little pink as she adjusted the mirrors to all the proper positions. "B-but I studied really hard to get my learner's, so I know all the rules! It can't be that hard to actually start driving, right?"

"I mean you're, like, super smart and shit. I'm sure you'll be fine." Susie eyed her. "But, uh, let's just stick to the roads in town for now."

"Yeah, yeah. Of course." Noelle shifted the car into drive and let out a deep breath, looking down the long driveway that wound down the hill from her house to the street. She'd already opened the gate, so she didn't have to worry about that, but... "Oh Angel I can't do this."

"What?" Susie looked at her. "C'mon, don't be stupid. Of course you can."

"Susie, did you know that automobile accidents are the leading cause of death in America for monsters in our age demographic?" Noelle asked. Her hoof was hovering over the gas, but she didn't dare push down, her hands sweating against the steering wheel as she stared wide-eyed through the windshield. "Because I suddenly just remembered that."

"You're never gonna be able to do this if you keep psyching yourself out," Susie said. "You gotta just go for it. These roads are way too slow for any serious accidents, anyway."

"Right. Just go for it. I can do that!" Noelle nodded confidently to herself, and proceeded to continue sitting there doing nothing.

"Noelle?" Susie prompted.

"Look, I'm just—mentally preparing," Noelle said.

Susie reached over, resting a claw on Noelle's thigh. "Hey, look at me."

Noelle did so, and she felt her heart start beating just a little too fast as she stared into Susie's deep yellow eyes. "Y-yes, Susie?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course," Noelle said breathlessly.

"Cool. So, keep your eyes on the road, okay?"

"Okay," Noelle said, looking back out the windshield.

"Great. You got this."

Suddenly, Susie's hand shoved down against her thigh, sending her hoof down onto the accelerator. The engine roared, and the car immediately jerked forward, quickly gaining speed on the incline of Noelle's driveway.

"SUSIE WHY?!" Noelle exclaimed, lifting her hoof off of the gas. Intellectually, she knew that she was barely going ten or fifteen miles an hour, but in her head it felt like she was rocketing down the hill.

"Because you were gonna sit there all day if I didn't do something," Susie said casually. "Now these are pretty soft turns, so you won’t have to move the wheel too-too much."

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god," Noelle muttered to herself as she approached the first curve in her driveway, frantically jerking the steering wheel to the side. It wasn't particularly smooth, and Susie braced a hand against the roof as she was jostled around a little, but she stayed on the road.

"Okay, so, uh—that was good but you'll wanna move it more steadily instead of just swerving it," Susie said. "Also, we're on an incline so you'll want to ease the brake a little, or you'll keep gaining speed."

"Right!" Noelle exclaimed, slamming her hoof onto the brakes. The tires screeched, and Susie swore as the two of them were thrown against their seat belts.

"I said ease the brake," she grumbled.

"S-sorry," Noelle said meekly, shrinking back into the seat.

"S'okay," Susie returned. "You just need to, like, chill out a little. Or maybe a lot."

"I knowwwwww," Noelle groaned. "I'm nervous, so I'm going to drive worse, but that just makes me more nervous, which I know is going to make me drive even worse and it's just this awful spiral."

"Uhhhh. Think happy thoughts? I don't know."

Noelle took a deep breath, staring at Susie. "Happy thoughts. Yeah, I can do that."

Susie holding my hand, she thought, her eyes not leaving Susie's. Susie putting her arm around me. Susie asking me out. Susie grabbing me by the shoulders in the middle of the school hallway and shoving me up against the—

"Uh, Noelle? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Noelle swallowed, her nose glowing brightly in the bottom of her vision. "Driving? Driving! Let's do some more driving!"

She unceremoniously slammed on the accelerator, and Susie shouted in alarm as they shot down the driveway.

[ptergwen]

better with an audience

w/c: 1,028

warnings: lots lots lots of suggestiveness, swearing, and making out

a/n: no one asked for this but literally i had to get it out of me? you can prob guess what it’s about to be so you’re welcome and enjoy :D

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“god, i need a shower,” tom groans, falling onto his dressing room couch while you shut the door. he just finished up a shoot for gq, and you got to watch him do it. you walk over to him with a curious smile playing on your lips. he’s sipping from a water bottle he’d left in here. “i’m so sweaty,” he half says half gulps, licking the water droplets off his lips.

you’re silent as you take tom in. cheeks and chest glistening under the lights, slender fingers covered in rings, stray curls framing his face. his lips are swollen as he takes another sip of water. you swear he’s something like a perfectly sculpted statue come to life right in front of your eyes.

“can i join you? in the shower?” you ask him, your voice low. tom caps his water bottle and quirks an eyebrow. “mm, you want to?” “yeah...” your eyes trail down his body for the nth time today. he’s sitting with his legs parted, lazily leaned against the cushion behind him. it’s very reminiscent of one of the pictures he took. that one was your personal favorite.

tom playfully pats one of his thighs. “have a seat, love. mr. holland will see you now.” you know he’s only quoting fifty shades of grey, but even that makes you feel warmer than you already are. biting back a grin, you happily take the very inviting spot between his legs. you’re straddling him, hands on his shoulders, his own hands holding you by the small of your back.

“you know, it’s really hot when you manspread,” you admit and move forward so you’re closer to him. his fingers move across you, thumbs gently brushing over your sides. “i thought you hated manspreading,” tom breathes out a laugh. “not when you do it. that was one of your best pictures.” your chest presses against his exposed one. “maybe one of your best ever.”

“you really liked the shoot, huh? i should bring you along more often, then,” he hums, leaning his head down so your faces are just inches apart. you reach down between you two and wrap the chain tom is wearing around your fingers. “definitely should. i’m a good audience.” you fix your gaze on his lips. “and, a good after party.”

tom chuckles, his breath fanning over your face as he pushes his forehead against yours. “i do love a good after party.” he grips at your hips. his rings dig into you. “fuck, tom. you’re so... sexy,” you murmur out, gulping down spit. your mouth isn’t the only place that’s getting wet. “think i’m just better with an audience,” he repeats your words from before in a rasp.

you can’t stand another second of not kissing him. so, you do. your lips brush his softly for all of one second before tom is kissing back. he instantly deepens it, pulling you somehow further into him by your hips. you let out a sigh when he gives you a small squeeze. you’re still toying with his chain, your nose nudging his, lips moving perfectly against each other’s.

tom brings a hand up to the back of your head and tangles his fingers in your hair. you poke your tongue out and run it over his lower lip, earning a quiet whine from him. “love, come on. we’ve gotta go soon.” “soon isn’t now,” you challenge. your tongue slips into tom’s mouth before he can say anything else, which he can’t be mad at. his eyes flutter closed and fingers tug at your locks.

he swirls his tongue around yours, free hand roaming your body. a squeal escapes you when it lands on your thigh because you’re so hyper sensitive. he’s working you up. you pull your mouth off of his, and he smiles at you, eyes hooded. you’re mad at yourself for not dressing up in a skirt now. you’d thought about doing it this morning.

sensing your internal battle, tom slides a hand into the waistband of your bottoms. you shudder in the most amazing way when his cool rings meet your hot skin. “jesus... you need to start wearing these, babe,” you breathe out. “at home.” his fingers glide down your thigh, in more, inching over until he’s almost where you need him. “very demanding today, aren’t we?” tom teases, planting another kiss on your lips.

you only let him give you a peck, then you’re kissing over to his cheek. “i can’t,” a kiss to his jawline. “help it.” your lips drag down his neck slowly, tom moving his fingers at the same pace on your skin. he’s so close to the exact spot you want. so close. “try to,” tom suggests in a cocky tone. he tilts his head up for you, eyes darkening as you look up at him.

“can’t,” you mumble, starting to kiss down his chest. he laughs to himself at how he’s got you acting. all it took was some nice clothes that he sweated through and random jewelry law picked out. “what have i gotten into you?” he wonders aloud. he’s back to holding your hips for support. his breath hitches as your lips move down his stomach, unbuttoning whatever is left of his shirt while you go.

“you haven’t gotten into me yet,” you joke, but not really. tom shifts under you and has to close his eyes. “shit, y/n/n.” “alright, christian grey.” you’re getting him back for his fifty shades reference. you continue to kiss down his skin until you reach the middle button of his pants. tom wants you to keep going, really wants you to. it can’t happen here, though.

“time out. you’re not gonna suck me off when i’m all gross and someone could walk in,” tom sighs, disappointing the both of you. you sit back up on him and give an eye roll for dramatic effect. “fine, like i didn’t just have your sweat in my mouth.” “love,” he grins despite himself, hugging you to his chest since you don’t seem to mind. you return the smile when he kisses your forehead.

“let’s go home, have that shower.”