#suck it up and attend a fucking drag show or whatever

[fernisfat]

i just had to block an irl acquaintance for doubling down on wanting to go to a local gay club that is actively being boycotted for transphobic and racist behavior and the argument on their side was essentially just “oh but that’s the only gay club in town” as if i’m not the one who routinely invites them to events (karaoke, gamer night, bingo, art night, drag shows, burlesque, open mics, etc) at the multiple other queer bars in town 🤦🏻 🤦🏻🤦🏻

[lordprettyflackotara]

weasley whore || fred & george weasley

‘it’s not about having someone to love me anymore. this is the experience of being a weasley whore.’

sum: fred and george are your stress reliever fuck buddies, who are always there in your time of need. you’ve only ever had your affair with each of them. how will you handle them together for the first time?

tw: smut, minors dni 18+. choking, shower foreplay.

an: got a part two and three in the chamber

Fred and George Weasley were your safety nets. Explaining how it started is difficult, really.

Attempting to explain it to anyone seemed useless, so you kept your forbidden affair with them a secret.

It started back before University, when Professor Snape had done what he always did: ridicule you before the class.

It wasn’t your fault that you sucked at potions, you tried the hardest you could. You even went to the extent of bribing Theodore Nott to tutor you. All of your attempts continued to fail, resulting in you dramatically running out of class mid session. Surprisingly no one followed you as you ran down the empty halls, tears streaming down your face.

It was there you bumped into George, who was skipping whatever course he was supposed to be attending. You had turned a corner blindly, running straight into him. Unfortunately for you he had a small cauldron full of squid ink inside of it, the black liquid staining your white uniform. This sent you into even further hysterics, your fingers trembling as you tried to wipe it off. Like the gentleman George was he offered to help you get cleaned up, sneaking you into the pristine prefects bathroom.

That was the first time you found yourself entangled with a Weasley.

Fred was next, the two of you meeting by pure mistake. You were not a fan of heights, but a group of Slytherin’s bullying you about not even being able to climb a mere tree was ultimately humiliating. It wasn’t your choice to take a dragon riding class, the University plopped you into it as one of your electives. So then came the ridiculing in the main courtyard. Determined to prove yourself you climbed the closest cherry oak tree, only to find yourself stuck once the skies above cursed you with rain.

The Slytherin’s departed quickly, not wanting to get wet. Meanwhile you were clinging onto the tree limb for dear life, eyes screwed shut to avoid looking at the ground. Thats where Fred had found you, having passed by to attempt to at least show up to his astrology class. He found you utterly adorable, your skirt riding up your thighs and arms wrapped around the tree limb. He carried himself shamelessly into the rain, staring up at you from below.

“Need some help?”

His voice was smooth like butter, causing you to nervously peer down at him. Fred managed to help you down, but not without you slipping in the mud. You had accidentally fallen on top of him, your clothed cunt hovering above his crotch.

Fred couldn’t have dragged you into the room of requirement fast enough.

That’s how things went after that. Every bad day or minor inconvenience, you found yourself running to which ever one you found first. Contrary to grade school, the infamous twins were more often separate than together. It never mattered to you who you found first, both of them eager to make you forget about your problems. You hadn’t anticipated this to become your crutch, your addiction. But it had.

Your luck had turned sour over the past week.

Failed exams, explosive potions, accidentally transforming Neville Longbottom into a mouse.

It all came to a head when you were at quidditch practice, your bright yellow uniform a nice contrast against the crimson red ones you were practicing with.

It was rare you practiced with Gryffindor, the houses oftentimes switching opponents around to keep things fresh and interesting. You recognized the Weasley twins instantly, giving them a sheepish wave as you mounted onto your broom. You were a seeker, chasing after the golden snitch like you usually did. You were silently thankful Harry didn’t bother to attend University, instead making Angelina take the spot. You both were neck and neck, your eyes glued to the little gold ball. So glued in fact you hadn’t noticed Angelina falling back, a bludger smacking you dead in the face.

In the most unflattering fashion imaginable you fell off of your broom, hitting the grass with a hard thud.

You were lucky to still be conscious, your head pounding as you forced yourself to sit up. You could hear both teams rushing down to your aid, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you made yourself stand up. You shoved past the crowd of worry players, trudging into the showers. Each team has a designated locker room with showers to clean up after a game. Most teams never used theirs unless they lost, the winning team always off to gloat and party. You hardly ever thought twice about the showers, but now you did.

Peeling off your uniform and throwing it aside carelessly, you cringed at the burning sensation the scolding hot water provided the scrape on your knee. The hot water provided some sort of contentment, your head tilting back to soak in its warmth. You leaned back against the tiled wall, swallowing as you realized you needed some sort of stress relief. You slithered your hand down to your folds, finding your clit. You bit your bottom lip as you began to swirl your fingers around the bud, trying to hold back any sinful noises threatening to slip out.

When was the last time you touched yourself like this? Allowing yourself to unwind on your own?

Even as you did so, the steam from the hot shower rising, your mind went to two gingers.

You had never thought about taking them both before, but your mouth watered at the idea as you began to draw faster circles around your clit. Low whimpers escaped your lips, the thrill of being caught only turning you on further. Your eyes were fluttered shut, your mind lost in a realm of appealing fantasies when you heard footsteps.

You could feel that your face went white, instantly trying to cover yourself.

“Oh don’t stop making those pretty noises just because we’re here,” George cooed.

Poking your head out of the shower curtain your favorite set of twins stood before you. Both of them were undressing, while staring at you like you were the crazy one. “What are you guys doing in here?” You hissed, glancing down at their crimson uniforms. Fred chuckled as he tossed aside his helmet. “What does it look like we’re doing? We’re here to make sure you’re okay,” He said, a mischievous smile crawling up his lips. They both seemed to move in unison, your heart pounding.

“What if you both get caught? It’s forbidden for you to be in here!” You whisper yelled. George had managed to finish stripping first, delivering you a cocky grin. “This wouldn’t be our worst offense little lady. Besides, mostly everyone else left,” He explained. He stepped towards you, your heart racing as you allowed him to step into the shower. You were so flustered you failed to notice Fred step in using the other side, your back colliding with his chest. “Boo,” He chuckled. Your cheeks were flushed with heat, the warm water not helping.

“I-I’m not sure I can take both of you guys,” You admitted lowly. Sheepishly you looked away, George quick to grab your chin. He guided you to look up at him, causing you to swallow. “Shh this isn’t about us. We’re here to take care of you,” He cooed. Fred snickered from behind you, placing his large hands on your hips. “Besides, we heard those pretty noises you made. We know you were thinking about us,” He purred, nibbling on your earlobe. This extracted a groan from you, your body melting under their touch.

George lowered himself onto his knees, maintaining eye contact with you as he did so. “We just wanna make you feel good. You’ll let us do that for you, right?” He asked. Fred’s hands slithered up to your breast, squeezing the flesh before his fingers found your nipples, “You know what we wanna hear baby. Go on. Beg.”

Pleas left your lips like a mantra.

“Please— please, need you both. Wanna be good!”

Your begging only made both of the boys cocks grow harder, George grinning as he nudged his way in between your thighs.

“There we go. There’s our good little witch,” Fred praised, twisting your nipples harshly. You hissed in response as George’s warm tongue licked a stripe up your folds. Your hand instinctively flew to his hair, tangling itself in his roots. “Awe is someone desperate? Thats adorable,” Fred taunted. He snuck one of his hands up to your throat, squeezing the sides as George began to lap at your folds. George adored giving you head, rambling on and on about how divine you tasted. This was evident as he gripped your thighs. His lips sucked at your clit, your juices costing his chin. Fred nibbled at your earlobe, noting the way your body began to grind against George’s face.

“You like that? You like the way George devours that pretty pussy of yours?” Fred asked, brushing your hair to the side to gain access of your neck. You gasped as he attached his lips to your sweet spot, sucking harshly at the skin. “Mmm- yes! Georgie always makes me feel sooooo good,” You slurred. It was then George brought his slender fingers to your entrance, roughly shoving them inside of you. You gasped, shuddering as he curled them inside of you. “Shhh, wouldn’t want anyone to hear you would we?” Fred cooed, smirking into your skin as a bruise began to form. George could feel the way you squeezed his fingers at the idea.

“You should feel the way she’s squeezing me Freddie, I think she wants to be caught,” George commented, acting as if you weren’t even there. That only made you cling to him tighter, your gummy walls telling him everything he needed to know. “Oh is that right? You wanna be caught between us?” Fred mused. His teeth grazed your skin, causing your knees to threaten to buckle. George continued his assault on your g spot, admiring the way your hips bucked towards him. “I think she likes that, us talking about her as if she isn’t here,” George concluded. He then reattached his mouth to your clit, his tongue swirling around the bud.

“Awe is that so? You wanna be our little Weasley whore?” Fred gloated, snickering into your skin. You could feel his hard cock pressing against you from behind, the warm shower water trailing down your skin.

They always brought you to the edge so quickly, but together? You felt like your body was ignited and on fire, engulfed in the pleasurable flames only Fred and George could give you.

“Fuck, yes! Wanna— be your whore!”

George knew the body like the back of your hand, sensing your orgasm was coming near. Fred reattached his hand to your throat, his breath hot as he spoke into your ear.

“Go on then. Call yourself our whore and you can cum.”

His venomous tone only made your thighs tremble, your vision going white as you declared what you truly were.

“I’m cumming, shit- I’m a Weasley whore!”

[ningvory]

i have to share this thought : (i think about it on a daily)

sometimes i just randomly think about playing truth or dare with best friend! ningning and at first the dare/questions etc were normal but then it escalated to dirty things however reader is very inexperienced so she takes advantage of it, stealing her first kiss, making her eat her out, telling her she’s doing a good job

later you just become her little toy, she would use you in her sleep, use a fucking machine on you

i feel like ningning would be obsessed with reader’s tit, sucking on it whenever she has a chance

anyways that’s it you don’t have to reply! i just wanted to share it with you :)

OMG!?

parings: bestfriend!ningning x inexperienced!reader

synopsis: ning was your best friend who also had a thing for corrupting your innocence

warnings: college au, pussy eating, fuck machine, corruption kink, darcyphilia, fuck machine, somnophilia, scissoring, toys, overstim, dumbification, bondage, strap-on, face sitting, you’re so sensitive but ning’s so mean that she would overstim you on purpose :((

ningning was your best friend since forever! her friends were always confused on how you two even managed to be friends. ning was definitely the popular girl at school who went to almost every frat party, and you were the quiet girl at school, never attending parties.

but ning would definitely drag you to a few parties that would actually be exciting in her opinion! she would dress you in her clothes because she knew you definitely didn’t have any type of clothes for these parties.

ning would always put you in either a black skin-tight dress or a skimpy baby pink dress that would barely cover you up! ning would purposely do this, loving the way you innocently look at her, asking her if she could do your makeup! ning has spent countless nights fingering herself at the thought of sucking on your plush tits and taking away your innocence until she came!!

she decided to stop fantasizing about the dirty thoughts and make them a reality! summer break has started which meant you were free to leave campus and do whatever, you usually got a little summer job for a few bucks until school started back. your phone vibrated, indicating that you got a notification, you opened your phone to see your best friend send you a message.

‘hey babes!! parents left for a trip so sleepover at my house! <3’

once you arrived at ning’s house, she immediately pulled you into a hug making you squeal out and almost drop your bag! you showed up to her house with such a loser outfit, the complete opposite of ning’s outfit! she’s wearing her satin shorts that do nothing to over her up, along with a matching crop top.

“you’re such a loser, but it’s cute.” ning jokingly said to you, pulling you into her house.

ning would drag you to the living room, telling you to sit on the floor as she went to grab 2 red plastic cups and a bunch of different alcohols that her parents drink.

“let’s play truth or dare!” ning excitedly said as she sat down infront of you, placing everything she got from the kitchen to the side of the two of you.

you always said truth so her questions would be innocent at first, ning would ask stuff like if you ever had your first kiss or skinny dipped in a pool, yk shit like that but ofc you said no to all of her questions, you were so innocent it just made ning wanna make you a pretty slut for her!! the first time you said dare, ning dared you to kiss her.

you didn’t know what she meant so you kissed her cheek, thinking nothing of it but she would hold your head in her hands and began to kiss you so passionately, taking your first kiss!! the second time she dared you, she got a little bolder.

“i dare you to have sex with me,” she said as she began to crawl towards you with a innocent smile as if she didn’t just dare you to fuck her!!

you were struggling to say the words you wanted to say! you were so inexperienced, you hardly even masterbaited! but of course ning already knew you were inexperienced in this field so she would take it slow with you!! <33

ning would take her shorts and panties off and sit down on the couch behind her, telling you to sit infront of her on your knees. ning would tell you to take your shirt off as she spread her legs, revealing her dripping cunt to you!

ning would push your head to her cunt, telling you to eat her out, seeing how good you can please her before she teaches you. you were eating her cunny so messy!! kitten licking her cunt first then sucking on her clit and tongue fuck her hole, shaking your head side to side and up and down, her juices getting all over your face!! you were just so cute, doe eyes looking up and her and watching how she would moan and arch her back, moaning out praises until she squirted all over your tits!!

she would pull you up from your knees and kiss you again, tasting herself on your tongue as you were whining into her mouth when you felt her grope your tits, drool spilling out of your mouth as ning was controlling the kiss until you two were out of oxygen. she would pull back and watch how you were trying to catch your breath before she would tell you to take your panties off!! her mouth was salivating at the thought of tasting you.

ning would lay down and pull you on top of her after she reassured you that you weren’t gonna hurt her. she would bring your hips up towards her face and began eating your cunt out! once she stared, she really couldn’t stop! you tasted so good on her tongue she couldn’t stop lapping at your cunny! you would be moaning so much ontop of her, brain short-circuiting with tears rolling down your face, you were so sensitive!! her tongue on your poor cunny was too much so you tried to get off of her but she would force on her face and make you take it!! :((

later on it would be a regular thing, your own bestfriend basically made you her little toy to corrupt! ning would use you whenever she was horny or bored, she didn’t care if you were sleep! she would walk into her room where you were sleeping so peacefully and pull the blankets off you, revealing your naked body to her. she would takes her panties off and begin to rub her cunt on yours aggressively, she would be so mean to you on purpose!! she knew that your cunt was sensitive but she still did it anyway! the feeling would make you jolt awake and you would whine out to her and push her hips away, trying to get her off of you because you couldn’t take it!! but she wouldn’t do anything but pin you to the bed and begin to suck on your plush tits!! :((

ning would definitely be mean on purpose, whenever she wants to eat you out, she would tie your hands together behind your back and make you sit on her face, using her strength to keep you in place on top of her! you would cry out and plea for her to slow down but she would just go faster then she did before, making you ride her face as tears were falling down your face from the sensation!! :((

ning would tie you up to her fuck machine, using the biggest dildo she had and putting the machine on it’s fastest setting. she would be pounding into your cunt as well, with her 13 inched strap on, fucking you so well that you were letting out silent moans!! you were fucked so dumb you couldn’t even form a sentence as she was pulling orgasms and orgasms out of you, making you squirt all over her strap-on and the dildo! i think ning would also sit on your face, shutting you up because you were so damn whiny from the dildo abusing your drooling cunny, she would also pinch your perky nipples when you’re not doing it right!! :((

[turcott3]

wrapped around your finger

luca fantilli x fem! reader (ft. umich hockey team and gfs!!)

warnings?: cursing, alcohol, unprotected sex (p in v, public sex, spanking, choking (not really but kinda?), hair pulling, happy ending🥳

masterlist

-

“are yall ready yet?” rutger yells from the foyer.

“yes one second.” you yell back, deciding against the extra setting spray. it wasn’t hot outside, it’s not like you were going to sweat it off.

“we gotta go, i want a good view.” luca says grabbing his keys out of the bowl and heading outside. you opted to ride with luca since the group had to split but you always found yourself gravitating to him. the two of you had never spent time alone together but you always had a slight attachment to him, better described as a little bitty crush.

“have you looked at the set list yet?” he asked you, who got lucky and sat shotgun. the group was going to see post malone, and everyone was excited to go and get sloshed.

“i haven’t, i’ll check now.” you simply state opening spotify and reading it out to him.

“fuck this is gonna be so good.” he says, excitement lining his tone.

“does this venue id?” tyler asks from the backseat.

“no.” you answer quickly.

“may i ask how you know this?” luca giggles.

“i’ve been before, got absolutely hammered.” you say, reminiscing the last concert you attended.

“sweet, tj you’re off the hook,” he says patting the ginger on the back.

“thank god. they would’ve thought i was a fucking alcoholic buying all of those drinks.” he says, relief practically oozing out of him. you pulled into the venue closely behind your friends in the other car.

“everyone got their shit?” rutger asks and everyone replies ‘yes’ before shutting his trunk and locking the car. you made your way inside the venue, quickly finding a place to sit with a decent view of the stage. you loved that this tour was all outdoor shows considering the temperature in michigan in the summer was perfect. you laid your towel out and sat down, luca sitting his towel right next to yours.

“you’re gonna be my designated concert buddy?” you ask laughing at the position he sat in.

“sure am, we never really spend any time together so i figured this was a perfect opportunity.” he smiles and you giggle in response, keeping your cheeks from turning too red.

“drinks for the lot of ya!” jacob yells in a tacky british accent, approaching the group with tj, multiple beers and seltzers for everyone in hand.

“a seltzer for you of course.” luca says, handing you one of the drinks he grabbed.

“you just know my drinking habits so well don’t you.”

“we’ve been to parties together and how many times have i held your hair while you threw up?”

“it was twice luca.”

“and? i still did it.” he says and you roll your eyes, a smile spreading in your cheeks. it didn’t take too long for the openers to begin their set. you had never heard of them so you talked through it. you spoke with a couple of the guys and their girlfriends, luca talking to adam on the phone, sipping his beer. you couldn’t help but notice that he chose to sit with you, but you didn’t want to overanalyze. you drank and drank some more, without even realizing it. you were already somewhat drunk by the time the openers were finished, which wasn’t your intention.

“hey y/n.” luca asks nudging you.

“huh?”

“are you already drunk?”

“yep sure am, you?”

“a little buzz, nothing too crazy yet.”

“i am fully prepared to be absolutely fucked tonight.“ you reply, his expression becoming more difficult to read.

-

when post malone’s set finally began, you cracked a tall boy open, shot gunning it as well as you could. when you sucked the can dry you threw it on the ground out of breath, almost instantly feeling more drunk than before.

“luca.” you said, your words dragging out in a slur.

“what is it?” he asks, shoving his phone back in his pocket, his eyes reading drunk. you step closer to the boy, wrapping your arm around his back, singing whatever song was playing. you felt him do the same, his hand resting just above your ass on your hip.

the two of you sang together loudly and obnoxiously.

“can i try that?” you ask about the beer he held.

“yeah here.” he says, watching you intensely as you took a large sip.

“that is disgusting.” you reply, wiping your face with your hand as he chuckles. you leaned your head on his shoulder as you listened to the loud music. once the song ended you looked at yourself in the snapchat camera, makeup still in place just as you hoped. you couldn’t tell if the alcohol was clouding your judgment but you were feeling things. all the touching and flirting that had gone on over the last hour had your mind spinning.

“fuck i need a bathroom. luca come with me, i don’t wanna get kidnapped.” you say with a glimmer in your eye. a smirk grows on the boys face.

“okay, hey guys i’m taking her to the bathroom.” he yells at the group before you drag him off by his wrist.

“what’s got you in a hurry, we’ll still be able to hear it.” he giggles, jogging after you. you find a single stall, family restroom unoccupied. you open the door and pull the brunette inside with you.

“ive been wanting to get you alone all night.” you admit.

“i can’t say i haven’t felt the same way.” he replies, slurring his words. you two were both plastered but you know what they say about drunk words. in an instant, the boy pushes you by your biceps against the cold cinderblock wall, attaching your lips hastily and sloppily. your hands find their way into his hair, gripping at the strands as he swipes his tongue over your lip begging for entry. you swear hours pass by before he backs away.

“you look so fucking sexy tonight y/n.” he smirks as you two find your way to the sink.

“fuck you make me so horny.” you mutter, squeezing your thighs together as he picks you up and places you on the counter. your short skirt gave him easy access to your throbbing core, running fingers over your soaked panties and sucking them clean.

“god you taste so good.” he smirks, reconnecting your lips again, giving you a taste for yourself. he pulls away with hazy eyes, squatting down quickly and pulling your panties to the side.

“oh my fucking god.” you yell at the contact. his tongue twisted your already swollen bud in circles, sucking and rubbing it in a rhythmic fashion.

“fuck.” you say, gripping onto the boys hair as you finished, quicker than you could’ve imagined. he stands back up, his face soaked in your cum.

“you’re fucking incredible.” he says and you grab him by his shirt, which you unbuttoned hastily after you aggressively reattached your lips. he helped you finish the job as he pulled away, unbuttoning his denim shorts and pulling his throbbing cock out as quickly as he could. you stared at his tip as it leaked with precum and the pure size of him. he rubbed himself harder with a few strokes before looking back up at you.

“fuck me luca. please.” you beg and he instantly caves, pushing himself into you, his hands pressed against the mirror as he pushed into you for the first time. you moaned at the sensation. his tip hit the sweet spot buried deep inside you without even trying.

“god.” you moan out and he grunts. he thrusts into you deep and hard as he pounds into you at a decent speed. your moans snapping a high pitch after the first few thrusts. the music was quickly drowned out by the sounds of your yelps in a bathroom with poor acoustics.

“such a good girl taking me like this.” he smirks at you.

“you feel so good, god lu.” you say, your fingers gripping the hair on the back of his head.

“do you think anyone can hear me?” you ask.

“i fucking hope so.” he smirks, sloppily landing his lips back on yours as he stretches you out with every thrust.

“get down and bend over for me pretty girl.” he simply requests and you do so, resting your stomach on the edge of the counter. he pushes your skirt up further.

“look at that ass, god damn.” he says spanking you once before placing a gentle hand on your, now bright red, ass cheek pushing himself back into you. he grabs onto your hips pulling you onto him as he thrusts. your eyes roll into the back of your head with overstimulation, your sweaty hand slapping onto the mirror for better stability. he pounds into you at an unforgiving speed, wanting to get a good climax out of it. he wraps his hand around your hair, pulling you up flush against his chest as he continues his quick thrusts into you, turning you from moaning to practically yelling. gently he wrapped a hand around your throat as you looked in the mirror at the two of you. your mascara now smeared around your eyes, his cheeks red and forehead dotted with beads of sweat from the steamed bathroom.

“look at you, taking me so fucking good huh?” he asks, making eye contact with you in the mirror. he bucks into you sharply, a yelp leaving your mouth in an instant. carefully, he picks you back up, placing you on the counter. you could tell by the speed that he was getting closer, but the fact of the matter was that you were even closer. he pushes back into you easily sliding back in, a sensation you could never get used to. the way he hit your sweet spot was almost more intoxicating than all the alcohol you drank that lead you to this moment.

“fuck luca, i’m gonna come.” you moan, your nails digging harshly into his back, your speech broken up by his spastic and deep thrusts. moments later, you feel your body relax as a knot came undone in your abdomen. he fucked you right through your high into his own climax. spilling his seed deep inside you. he pressed his forehead to your chest as the two of you sat, gasping for air for a few moments. he runs his fingers through the salty mix of your climaxes between your legs attempting to somewhat clean you up, his drunk mind not thinking about the toilet paper that sat on the back of the toilet 2 feet away from you. you grab his hand and suck his fingers clean, surprising him and showing him that you swallowed every drop of the nasty mixture.

“fucking god y/n you’re gorgeous, let me help you down.” he says, tucking himself back in his pants, lending his hands for you to hop off the counter. you pull your panties back over your sensitive core, and tug your skirt down.

“lu, can you help me fix my makeup.” you whine, referring to the black streaks that formed around your eyes.

“yes baby, hold still.” he says, your heart fluttering at the pet name. he licks he thumb, gently wiping away the mess from around your eyes.

“how does that look?” he asks as you turn around.

“good enough.” you giggle turning back around.

“luca your hair. i’m sorry.” you giggle as he smiles, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“i don’t care about my hair.” he says as you press your cheek to the warm skin of his chest.

“we should go back.” you say patting him on the chest.

“yeah they’re probably getting suspicious by now.” he giggles, taking your hand and unlocking the door, seeing a long line outside the bathroom. the two of you chuckle as you jog past the impatient people in line, back to your spot on the lawn.

“you missed like 6 songs, where the fuck were you gu- oh.” rutger started before getting a good look at you two.

“what?” you ask.

“oh nothing.” he giggles, whispering to his girlfriend who he stood next to.

“girl where did you go?” franks girlfriend asks, tugging you away from luca’s side.

“i had to uh-“ you start and then turn around to see luca dapping up his teammates, clearly spilling what had gone on in the bathroom, “we fucked.”

“in the bathroom?” jacob’s girlfriend says interrupting.

“yeah we did.” you smirk.

“well was it at least good?” frank’s girlfriend asks.

“oh my god yes. his dick is so big, i don’t think i would wanna fuck anyone else like ever again.” you giggle with them, your drunkness seeping back into your vocabulary.

“you guys would be cute, i see the vision.” she says stepping back and looking at both of you.

“i think we would be too, not to be vain or anything.” you joke.

“go for it babe, luca doesn’t fuck just to fuck. or at least that’s what jacob’s told me. he fucks to date.” she says nudging you on the arm.

“honestly i probably will go for it, let’s see how this goes, hey lu?” you call out, catching his attention instantly. he walks over, hugging you to his side.

“what’s up?” he asks, his thumb grazing over the fabric of your skirt.

“maybe you guys are right.” you laugh and he appears confused. the two of you enjoy the rest of the concert, hugging onto each other and singing your hearts out for the final few songs.

-

“everyone’s asleep.” luca giggles as you pulled back into the driveway.

“awe look at them so cute.” you reply.

“are you gonna regret what we did tonight?” he asks, his voice in a whisper.

“not in the slightest.” you say placing a hand on his cheek and connecting your lips softly for a moment.

“you have no idea how badly i wanted to hear you say that.” he smiles as you pull away slightly.

“i can’t let anyone else have that dick or that hair. or just that boy in general.” you say locking eyes with him. instead of replying he reconnects your lips once again, the kiss lingering for a what seems like an eternity. an eternity that you hoped would never come to an end.

“we should wake them up.” you whisper on his lips.

“yeah probably.” he smiles, pecking your lips one last time before waking everyone up to come inside.

-

[thereticx]

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♰Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader

♰Warnings: toxicity(all characters), smoking, drinking, sexual content, cheating, home wrecking, infidelity

♰Author's Note: Geto is such a beautiful character and I desperately wanted to write about him since I have read every fic possible.

“What would your poor wife think if she saw you fucking with me?”

“You mean ex wife”

“Whatever”

He didn't remember when the chase first started. It might've been on the celebration of his fourth year as a married man or maybe–at your father's monthly dinner with family friends.

There, he first noticed the daggers his dear wife shot at you. She tried to play it cool, saying that you're only there for the show and that you're too young to understand any of the talks at the table.

Geto reassured her like always, with a kiss and a good fuck right after. He chanted over and over again ‘you’re the only one’-a truth that'll soon turn into a good for nothing lie.

“It's just in your head”

“No it's not. She's staring at you whenever we’re over at their house. I don't like her. She's bad news”

Geto chuckled, stroking her jaw with his fingers. He gently kissed her lips before lowering his hand to squeeze her naked thigh “Do you hear yourself?She's like twenty. No need to worry over a college girl”. His wife smiled, almost relieved. She wanted to believe her husband, but something deep down told her no to–that that college girl wanted what's hers–you wanted him,Geto.

The man tucked his bangs away from his face and bowed down, sucking at the delicate skin of her neck.

”Fuck,he is hot” One of your friends pointed out, zooming over the picture you just showed her. Her manicured nails danced over the screen carefully, analyzing every detail the picture showed.

”Yes, he is. Although his wife is kind of a bitch” Mumbling under your breath you continued playing with your lighter ”Why?”

You huffed, searching into your bag for something that might cool you off. The pack was almost empty even though you bought it in the morning ”Want one?” She smirked, making herself more comfortable on the kitchen counter ”Sure. Now, tell me. What is this wife of his like?”

Taking a drag of the cigarette you responded ”Insecure. She keeps watching my every move when they're over for dinner. And whenever I speak she just starts snorting” Venting to your friend about your problems wasn't exactly on your to do list. Only when your father called you asking you to make yourself busy and not attend dinner tonight, you freaked out.

”She told your father?For what?Can't she just talk to you like a normal person?”

”Apparently not. She just made my dad uninvite me to a dinner hosted by my own family” The call was a short one, your dad explaining that maybe it'll be for the best if you make yourself busy and skip this time. However, he accidentally slipped out and mentioned that Mrs. Geto did not feel comfortable around you.

”Damn. Maybe you should give her something to be really uncomfortable about”

Blowing the smoke out you put out the cigarette in the ashtray ”Maybe I should"

She was furious. Seeing you in a corner with her husband, chatting some nonsense.

”Your tattoos really suit you” He smiled at the compliment, taking another sip of his drink. Geto wasn't much of a talker, preferring the idea of just listening. Surprisingly enough, he liked talking to you. You were a good company, despite his wifes words. Perhaps you spend a little too long staring at his lips, trying to play it cool like it was nothing. However, he found himself staring at your exposed chest as well. The dress was awfully tight and maybe a little too revealing.

”What?You don't have any?” Geto asked, supporting his weight on the side of the counter.

Shaking your head you pursued ”No no, I do. Only in more private places”

”Oh”

”Unfortunately I can't show you. Your wife is already up my trail for some reason. I don't want to add fuel to the fire”

Geto bit the inside of his cheek, feeling ashamed for some reason. He fidgeted with his now empty glass without looking at you ”I don't blame her. Her husband is quite charming” You admitted while grabbing your jacket ”If you'll excuse me, I'm going for a smoke. The place is already too crowded for my liking”

Geto scanned your body as you left, the fabric of the black dress riding up as you stepped away from the room. Blinking rapidly, he moved his attention to the table where his wife was, she, sporting a look of pure anger and jealousy. He was fucked.

”Yeah-right there….” His hips buckled up faster, fucking into his wife cunt at a brutal pace.

She yelled his ear off in the car and in the lift, talking nonstop about you shamelessly flirting with him. And, to avoid another cold night on the couch he did what he always did.

”Ffuck-” He groaned, chasing the euphoric sense of release for the third time that night. Geto was tired, yet desperate to make his wife happy again. He wanted to prove himself as loyal and caring, the perfect husband who loves no one else but the one underneath him.

She clinged to his bicep, her walls squeezing him painfully. She was close, he could tell ”Give it to me” He demanded, circling his thumb over her clit, her body surrendering under the massive amount of pleasure.

When she came undone, Geto pulled out, his dick still painfully hard. Something was wrong. For the first time in years he used his hand to get rid of the erection between his legs. The water was hot, the windows becoming foggy as Geto jerked himself off. His eyes were closed, a figure coming to his mind. A figure much younger than him, a woman of twenty years of age, one that he imagined kissing, moaning his name, shaking while he held her.

You wished nothing more than the feeling of guilt to disappear. Two weeks after that conversation you had with Geto, the world seemed to shift around you. Punishing you for going after a married man. You only wanted to spite his wife, nothing more. Yes, you found Geto attractive as hell but that ring he wore put a label on him as unavailable.

Two weeks after that damned conversation, you ran onto him a few times. It was only just innocent talking and a little bit of lingering sights. You two laughed, getting along surprisingly well. Geto understood you like no other. He was patient, listening to you for hours, while the ashtray filled up with cigarettes.

He desperately wanted to taste the nicotine off your tongue and rip your clothes to see where you were inked.

”Maybe you should go. Your wife is probably going mad you're not home already”. Truth be told, you didn't want him to go. His presence started to grow on you.

Geto pressed his lips together, the ring on his bottom lip making itself noticeable to you “How can I only see your lip piercing now?”

“I have had it since I was about your age, although my wife is not very fond of it. Says it's past my time”

You chuckled softly. Was his wife blind? He looked perfect. With long black hair, gorgeous dark eyes and those lips with that piercing. Geto was utterly dreamy “She's wrong. It suits you. You look…hot”

Now it was his turn to laugh. He ran his hand through his hair, silky strands falling on his broad shoulders. Geto felt a strange sense of warmth, more like a desire–that's how he knew it was time to leave.

He quickly got in the car, sparring you no glance as he drove off. Was it wrong to openly admit that he was attractive? Was that the reason why he ran away? Next time you'd think twice before doing something like that again.

You cleaned up after you two and entered the house. No one was there beside you. The rooms were all dark, a pregnant silence engulfing the whole place. This way you liked it better-when it was just you with your thoughts, no one to question you or distract you.

No, your family was by no means a source of annoyance-you just grew to love being all by yourself or..used to.

I should apologize

And that's what you did as soon as you saw him again.

After a rough and tiring day of classes and assignments you decided to treat yourself and go shopping. Who knows?You might be lucky.

Seeing Geto walk around the shop, almost lost, made you sympathetic, so you approached him with a smile. He was looking at some dresses, inspecting them carefully ”What's the occasion?”

He licked his bottom lip and said ”On Sunday we're having a party. It's my wife's birthday . I wanna treat her with something”.

For some unknown reason, your heart became heavy. You hated how much he cared about her. How he was always trying to make her happy and accomplished. It's honestly a pity how she treated him till this very moment.

That bitch doesn't deserve him

”I have some kind of experience in this department. I can help you if you want”

”Thank you”

Two hours later and you were still shopping, only at a different store. You showed him some good examples, dresses that were sexy and yet simple. If it were you–the more the better.

”What about this one?” You showed him a long dress with a slit and the perfect cleavage cut. It was a darker shade of red, almost a wine color–a seductive one.

He scanned the piece for a moment before touching the material ”I think this is it. Will it fit her?”

”I can try it on if you don't mind. We are quite similar in size….I think” You were hopeful that he'll agree. It's only a dress after all. You weren't trying to impress him–no. Definitely not.

Geto looked hesitant but still, he really wanted the dress to fit. This could help ”Yeah.Sure.Ill wait on the couch”

You were excited, entering the changing room as fast as you could.

”So, what do you think?” You asked, sitting there, in front of him. He looked up from his phone and his eyes fixated on your pretty figure. The dress was almost like a second skin, resting on your body effortlessly. Geto didn't even realize he was staring at you before you pointed it out ”Geto, what's the verdict?”

The man stood up and got closer to you, closer than usual ”You are beautiful–I mean it's beautiful..Yeah”

His words made you blush ”Actually it's kinda tight here–”You gestured to your chest ”But I don't think it will be a problem for her” Geto nodded before taking his wallet out.

”It was a pain to zip it up. Can you help me?” You batted your eyelashes innocently at him, taking his hand in yours. He bit the inside of his cheek and allowed to be dragged into the dressing room by you.

Staring in the mirror, you felt his fingers unzip the dress with no effort, his fingers lingering on your back a bit more ”You think you're smart. Don't you?” He smirked, grabbing you by the waist and pinning you against his chest ”Finding this lame excuse only to be undressed by me. Desperate girl” Geto kissed your shoulder, dragging the fabric further down with no warning.

Your chest was exposed, along with a small piece of ink under your left breast ”And that's one..” He whispered, folding your tits, while he dropped the dress to the floor.

You saw him lower his hand, tracing your belly, to your pelvis where the second tattoo was revealed and then pressed on your clothed core.

You sucked in a breath when Geto dragged your panties down until they rested around your thighs ”I don't want to hear a sound from you or you're not getting dicked down”

He sank three of his fingers in your cunt, the stretch making your legs quiver. The ache was painful as he didn't have the patience to prep you before. Geto started to finger you rapidly, pushing your body towards the mirror, your breasts getting mushed. You tried to control your moans, truly but something about the way he moved his digits made you lose your mind. A broken moan escaped your lips and as soon as it did, Geto pulled out ”What did I tell you? Gues you'll have to cum by yourself”

”B-but you can't leave me like this. Im sorry-”

He exhaled before getting down on his knees ”Spread your legs”

God…he was disgusting

What a beautiful sight that was….with you on his bed–in the same bed he shared countless nights with his wife. How is he gonna fix this?

You shifted on the bed, your face hiding in the pillow. Geto, no matter how much guilt stabbed at his conscience, he couldn't resist but to place his cold lips on your naked back, breathing for a short second the scent of the woman who now was all he thought about.

”Its cold”

Geto smiled, kissing your shoulder and playing with your hair ”Hmmm..” He sneaked his arm around your waist, holding you close to his chest. The butterflies in his chest made him uneasy. Geto had no intention to screw around with you, definitely not to catch feelings for you either. But it happened.

”She's gonna be home in an hour. I think it's best if you go” His words struck you directly in the heart. Although you were aware of the place you found yourself having sex and with who–you still dreamed of a possibility that it was you who bore his last name, not her. Yet, you were the intruder, the homewrecker, the bitch, the whore who chose to destroy a happy marriage and to fuck the husband of another woman.

Geto's wet kiss on your jaw brought you back from dreamland ”C'mon. I'll help you”

You pulled away from him and got up ”No need. I can handle it”

”Don't get mad. What do you want me to do?”

”For starters, you could stop treating me like a simple hook up that you just send home after” You argued, angrily putting back your clothes. He stayed there, stunned, contemplating what to say next.

He grabbed you by the hips and glued his lips to your tattoo ”You are not a hookup. I'm sorry if that came out wrong. But she can't catch us like this. She's still my wife”

Tears started to gather in your waterline, avoiding his touch you put on your jacket and grabbed your phone ”She is your wife…Yeah right. And what am I exactly?To you?!”

”My love”

”Well, it doesn't feel like it”

Three weeks and you still avoided him. No text, no calls, nothing. The fight you had with Geto left you with no choice but to reflect on your relationship–if you can call it that.

Six months of sneaking around, of lies, and hot showers where you would aggressively rub at your skin until red painful marks would be visible. You needed to be cleansed of your sin and you needed closure.

The water had long got cold in the tub. The wine bottle was almost empty as you poured another glass. Your eyes were puffy and your skin had wrinkled.

A mess..that's what you were. A mess you created

The number was already dialed, you only had to press the call button.

”Take it like a good girl” He groaned, pinning her down.

His wife held onto him for dear life as he fucked his dick into her cunt relentlessly . She knew something was bothering him but the way he expressed this anger did not annoy her at all. She enjoyed it.

”Baby baby–faster please” She moaned, meeting his harsh thrusts. Geto manhandled her as he pleased. Smashing her face in the pillow–the same one you last rested.

His hair tickled his hip bones as the black strands got longer and longer ”Fucking greedy–” The heat was unbearable, his orgasm approaching. Geto emptied himself inside his wife, allowing himself a few until he calmed down.

She felt him pull out, his cum dripping down her thighs. She turned around to face him, her belly barely noticeable ”What's bothering you?”

”Nothing” He stroked her cheek ”It's nothing”.

”You sure?” She pressed on.

Geto let out a fake laugh, his fingers grazing her tummy ”Hope I didn't disturb the little one”

She reached up for him, settling on his lap, locking her lips with his in a wet kiss ”You were quite rough–I love it”

As they kept on kissing, swirling their tongues together her phone rang ”Don't pull away”

She smirked before leaning back to get her phone ”I'll cut them short”

”Yes?”

The world went dull, quiet. The wine was spilled on the bathroom floor, mixing with the bubbled water.

Your head was thrown back, your eyes closed, smiling to yourself as you listened to the screams on the other side.

What a beautiful mess you created.

[mewhenimanangel]

old friend ౨ৎ eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x reader

synopsis: you knew eren for most of your life - your mom having been friends with his for so many years. he was your best friend and you were his. until you weren’t

wc: 3.8k

content!: friends to lovers, swearing, smut, oral sex, piv, fluff

you knew eren for most of your life - your mom having been friends with his for so many years. so naturally as kids, you hung out all the time. play dates, sleepovers, baths, you went everywhere together. he was your best friend and you were his.

when you entered your adolescence, you grew apart a bit and began leading different lives and make different friends. when you got your first boyfriend, it sparked the first ever real argument between you and eren. he claimed you were leaving him in the dust but it was plain and clear that it was simply jealousy. you were still friends you just had different priorities, eventually eren was starring in a new tv show where he acted as the main character so you saw him less and less. it's not like he forgot about you but now he was thrown into the limelight and things changed.

during college, that's when things really dried out. you still had his number, both of you sending the occasional holiday greetings and birthday wishes. you attended and graduated from university, now landed a job in fashion pr. you had an apartment, nothing too crazy and a little on the smaller side but it was only you living there and it was decorated completely to your liking so you barely had any qualms.

it was saturday night and your friend, dayana, invited you to a bar down town. convincing you it would be fun and bribing you with a ride there, you agreed. you hopped out of the shower to moisturize your body before moving onto your makeup.

you got dressed into a black off shoulder top with a pair of bootcut jeans and black kitten heels. you got your purse and utilities, put them into your handbag and left your house. dayana was downstairs waiting in her car, cigarette in hand when she looked up to see you coming. she smiled and unlocked the doors to let you in the passenger seat.

"hey boo, you ready?" she asked, leaning over to give you a hug. "yeah let's go" you smiled, turning on your joint playlist.

you met dayana when she was your roommate in college and instantly connected. without her college would have sucked for you. you'd spent almost everyday together and did almost everything together, making the best memories. she always dragged you along to whatever function was going on. even though you would be skeptical you always had a great time. you'd led each other to make some not great choices but what's life if not making mistakes to learn from. you also led each other to a life of greatness and abundance, so there was a good balance.

you two were singing and chatting the whole way there, which took longer than necessary - thanks to la traffic. you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car when dayana went to the bouncer to get the both of you in the building.

you got in and head straight for a seat in the corner. you got on the high chairs and ordered a plate of nachos and fries to share. you ordered a tray of mimosas and dayana ordered a few shots of pink whitney. "ugh i needed this" you sighed with a playful smile on your face that made dayana giggle.

you spent the night laughing and talking about your lives as if you don't update each other everyday. you were on your fifth drink, luckily the food helped you not feel the drunk as much. "oh my god, okay don't look now but that guy over there is staring so fucking hard at you" you leaned over to whisper to her. disregarding your instructions she whipped her head in the direction you spoke of and caught the guy's eye. he shot a smile her way and she sent a small wave before turning back to you.

"okay you literally don't listen" you giggled. "is he still looking?" she asked. you sent a subtle look over to him and he was still looking back at her. "yeah. he's cute you should go talk to him" you told her. "aw but i don't want to leave you alone" she frowned holding your hand. "no it's okay. plus he is really fine, better take your ass over there before i do" you joked. she rolled her eyes fondly and got down to straighten out her skirt. "i'll let you know how it goes" she smiled before grabbing her drink and walking over to his table.

you grabbed your own and walked over to the bar to order more. "hey, can i get a shot of bloody mary" you told the bartender, before sipping on your almost done drink. he shortly after pushed the drink in front of you and you tilted your head back slightly to gulp it down. "can i get another one? thank you" you smiled.

you went on your phone for a bit before you heard your name being called. you looked over your shoulder to see eren - his hair was cut and slightly curly in the right places, he wore a plain black shirt under a black carhartt jacket with jeans that were a little baggy and adidas. "oh my gosh, hii" you smiled, getting up to give him a hug. he gladly returned it engulfing your body in a bear hug, arms around your torso.

"what are you doing here?" he asked, sitting down with you. "oh i'm here with my friend dayana" you pointed in the direction of the blonde now very obviously flirting with the man from before. "oh cool cool. well how you been? its been forever" he asked. "um i've been pretty good. i have a nice job and i got a cute little apartment in westwood" you told him. "alright nice, m'happy for you" he nudged your shoulder.

he waved the bartender over to order a jagerbomb. "you still drink those?" you furrowed your eyebrows at the memory of him getting blackout drunk from those when you were teenagers. "duh, they're good. plus they're literally named after me." "yeah i don't think so" you giggled. and he smiled, the smile you haven't seen in person in a few years the smile that you missed so dearly. "so what's been up with you? i finished attack on titan by the way" you said.

"really? what'd you think?" he asked, getting excited. "oh my god so good, i literally sobbed at the ending like oh my god" you put your hand to your chest. "right? i cried reading the script" he chuckled. "anyways i've been alright, doing stuff here and there you know. after we wrapped i've been on a bit of a break" he told you. "yeah well you're still everywhere on my feed" you joked. "yeah? do i at least look good" he asked. "great" you laughed.

"so, are you seeing anybody?" he asked, taking a shot. "not really, just sex and whatever. nothing serious" you answered. he nod his head and now it was your turn to ask. "what about you? what's been going on with you and salem?" you asked, referring to the headlines you'd read about him 'spotted' with a model. "nothing actually, just publicity. she's not really my type. but since we were in that shoot together, managers thought it'd be good" he told you. you nod your head.

"mm cool" you smiled and he gave you a look you couldn't decipher. you felt a tap on your shoulder and looked to see dayana with the guy on her arm. "think i'm gonna head out" she gave you a teasing smirk. "will you be okay here?" she asked. you looked over at eren before answering "uh yeah, just catching up. this is eren by the way" you introduced him. "hi, i'm dayana" she smiled. "anyways i've got to go. y/n can you close the tab for me, i'll pay back tomorrow" she asked. "yeah. stay safe, have fun" you winked at her. "oh girl i will" she smirked, walking away with her guy.

"she seems nice" he smiled at you. "she is. i love her" you sipped on your drink. "oh by the way i can drop you home. or you can come back to my house if you want." he offered. you thought it over for a second before answering "yeah, that sounds nice." you smiled.

you talked more at the bar before deciding it was enough alcohol if eren was to be driving home. you closed the tab and handed the bar tender your credit card before getting up with eren. "won't your friends or whoever miss you?" you asked him. "no they're good. come on, car's down this way" he said, grabbing your hand. he led you down the road to a black bmw parked by the sidewalk.

you got in the passenger seat and he drove in the direction of his house. it was a gorgeous two story house with even more gorgeous landscaping. "armin lives here too, that's why the lawn looks so nice" he unbuckled his seatbelt. "yeah cause i knew damn well that could not be under your care" you laughed. "alright not too much"

he pulled out his keys and opened the front door that led into the living room. it was furnished with a large white sofa and a matching arm chair by the window, round wooden coffee table in the middle of the room. you looked around more at the decor before following eren into the kitchen. "it is so nice here oh my god. where's armin? i wanna say hi" you said. "oh he's not here right now, he's in greece with his dad" he told you. "oh that's so cool, i'd love to go to greece" you said, before opening your phone to text dayana where you were.

"do you want anything?" he asked, opening the fridge. "um just some water, had a little too much tonight it's catching up to me" you laughed. he grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge and put it down in front of you. "you hungry or anything? want a cookie?" he asked opening the container that was filled with chocolate chip cookies. you grabbed one and took a bite "mmm did you make these?" you asked him. "nah they're from the grocery store. but armin makes me put them in that container so it looks nicer in the kitchen. he's a real bitch about his aesthetics" he laughed, making you laugh.

he sat down next to you and took a sip from the water he gave you. "i missed you, by the way" you whispered. "i missed you too like a lot. i should've reached out more just been busy." he said. "no it's okay, phone works both ways you know." you nudged his shoulder. neither of you said anything for a while, relishing in the comfortable silence. "remember when we got into a huge fight because of isaiah" you brought up with a giggle. "ugh how could i forget, fucking hated that guy." he scoffed.

"yeah and you were right to" you sighed, remembering the turmoil he'd put you through in junior year. "always am" he shrugged. "i had a little crush on you actually, that's why i was so upset" he admitted with a laugh to brush it off. your head snapped toward him. "really??" you asked, finishing the cookie he gave you. "yeah i thought that was obvious, felt pretty obvious to me" you nod your head. "i think i had a crush on you too, like afterwards. but then you know we drifted apart and whatever" you shrugged.

"hmm well, back together now" he smiled, taking a sip. "yeah guess we are." you smiled back. "do you still like me?" he asked out of nowhere. suddenly you got all awkward and shy, it was showing by the way you twisted your face. "i don't know" you giggled. "i do." he said. you now turned to look him in the face to see if he was playing around or not but he looked serious.

"are you joking?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "i'm not, i'm serious. you don't even know how bad i've missed you." he pushed a curl out of your face. "then why didn't you say anything" you sighed. "i thought you got tired of me." he was rubbing his thumb along your jaw, not breaking eye contact. "i could never, i thought you got tired of me"

"never" he chuckled. you stayed like that for a moment before he asked "can i kiss you?" you nod your head and leaned in to press your lips against his in a needy kiss, arms immediately around his neck. "wait, are you still drunk?" he pulled away. "sober enough to know i want this" you answered finding his mouth again. he pulled you onto his lap, soft hands rubbing against your thighs. "god i can't believe we've never done this" he said. "then let's make up for lost time" you smirked, moving to kiss on his neck.

he let out a soft groan feeling your soft lips on the skin of his neck. you pushed your hand up underneath his shirt, rubbing a hand over his toned abs. you could feel him getting hard underneath you and whined your hips across his lap, the friction of your jeans rubbing on your crotch turned you on. "fuck okay we're not doing this here" he sighed, getting up from underneath you. you furrowed your eyebrows before he picked you up high in his arms and spun in the direction of the stairs making you giggle.

he moved up the stairs at he pressed kisses along your exposed shoulders. he opened a door to what you assumed was his room and moved to rest you on the bed. he leaned down to turn on his lamp and threw off his jacket. you kicked off your heels and got on your knees to crawl to the edge of the bed.

you reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, ogling his abs and v-line that led down to his dick hidden under his boxers. "you got so muscly" you said, feeling him up. "had to" he smirked.

he kissed you again, now rushed and sloppy, gripping the skin of your ass. he laid you back down on the bed, hovering over you. he let go slowly biting your swollen lips before he lined kisses down your neck, sucking and leaving bruises along your collarbone and the top of your breasts. he reveled in the soft moans he managed to get out of you, sounding so angelic.

he lifted your shirt off you staring at your bare tits. he brushed over your nipple with the pads of his thumb, squeezing it. he put a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking on it while his hand groped at its twin. you squirmed around letting out soft moans of pleasure. "you like getting your tits played with?" he smirked. you bit your lips and nod your head.

he got on his knees off you and and unbuttoned your jeans, tugging them down, lifting your hips to help him. "is it alright if i touch you here, princess" he asked, resting a thumb on your mons. "mhm" you mumbled with a smile.

through your panties, he pressed his thumb on your clit drawing out small whimpers from you. he moved his fingers down your clothed slit, cocky smirk on his face "jesus baby these are soaked" he chuckled. "eren please" you whimpered. "please what? tell me what you want" he continued rubbing you through your panties. "want you to go down on me" you whispered. he hooked his fingers through the waistband and tugged them down. suddenly shy, you squeezed your legs together to cover yourself.

"don't hide from me, you're fucking gorgeous" he got down between your legs, resting them on his shoulders, lining kisses down them. he stopped just before your entrance, sucking on your thighs leaving marks. he sucked and licked on your clit like he hadn't eaten in days, he was sloppy with it but still mindful making sure you came.

he worked his tongue over your slit while continuing to suck on your folds. "eren! oh my god" you cried out, closing your eyes and looking away. "ah-ah look at me baby" he whispered. you followed his instructions but the eye contact and the stimulation was sending you over the edge. he pinched the skin on your ass to get you to look back at him.

"fuck ren im so close!" you whined. he just continued working his tongue over you while your rode your hips against his face and tangled your hand through his hair. you felt the familiar sensation in your lower body that let you know you were about to cum.

seconds later you were sighing in relief as eren lapped up every last drop from your cunt. "you still good, baby?" he asked, pushing his middle and ring finger past your folds, reaching further than yours ever could. "so good" you whined. he curled them inside you, rubbing against your walls, hitting the perfect spots inside you.

"god you're fingers feel so good" you moaned. "i'm gonna cum again, eren. mmm feels so good" you whimpered. "cum on these fingers baby" he leaned down and kissed you, tongue immediately in your mouth. you bit his lip feeling yourself reach climax and moaned into his mouth as your cum pooled around his fingers. he leaned up to suck your essence off him before pulling his jeans off and grabbing a condom from his nightstand.

he eased his boxers down off his hips and dick sprung out from the waistband. it looked about seven inches, tip the same pink as his lips and cut. he pushed the condom down his length and hovered on top of you, your arms finding their place around his neck bringing him closer. he lined his tip up with your hole and gently pushed himself inside you. he was stretching you out so good, the pain mixed with the pleasure was driving you crazy.

he was taking his time but you needed more "ren, fuck me harder please" you groaned. he followed orders and spread your legs further, pushing himself deeper inside you. he moved at a faster pace, hands squeezing tightly around your hips. "god y/n you're milking me dry" he whimpered. his dick hit your g spot so right you weren't sure how much longer you would last. when he put his hand on your tit, squeezing and tugging at your nipple your chest arched into his hand.

he moved his thumb to your sensitive clit rubbing slow circles over it, making you jump. "oh my god!" you wailed. "that my new name, princess? i like it" he said with a cocky grin on his face.

"you can give me another one right baby?" he asked, increasing the speed on your clit while he dug his hips into you. you only whined in response, quieting a moan. "don't. i wanna hear you" he moved your hand from over your mouth. "ren fuck i'm gonna cum, i'm so fucking close" "go ahead baby" was all he said and for the third time that time you came, face hot and chest heaving.

"good girl, knew you could give me one more" he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he felt himself close too. he continued pumping inside you, until he whimpered and groaned not breaking eye contact with you as he came too.

he flopped down in the bed next to you with a grin on his face. he reached a hand out to your cheek bringing you in for a gentle kiss. your legs entangled each other's and his arms wrapped around you bringing you closer as if to completely morph into you. "you okay?" he asked, rubbing a thumb over your cheek.

"yeah i'm okay" you smiled. "i'll be right back" he told you. he got up and pulled the condom off to throw it away before he put his boxers on and went out the room.

you heard his footsteps descend down the stairs before he came back with two glasses of water. you sat up in the bed and he handed you a cup. "thanks ren" you smiled, gulping it down.

he left the room again and went down the hallway. you heard water running for a bit before he came back into the room with a silly smile on his face. "what?" you furrowed your eyebrows. he didn't say anything he just picked your bare body up in his arms and carried you down the hall into his bathroom.

he had drawn a bath for you, lit with candles. "thanks to armin and his self care sundays i have these prepared" he said, arms secure around you. "this is so cute" you giggled before peppering his face in kisses.

he let you down and you slowly stepped in sinking into the bubbles. he leaned back on the counter and just watched you. "you're not getting in?" you asked him. "don't wanna disturb you" he shrugged. "it's your bath tub" you said back. "it's your bath" he retorted. "just get in the tub dummy" you rolled your eyes fondly.

he chuckled and pulled off his boxers throwing them into the hamper in the corner. you moved your knees up to your chest to make room for him in the tub as he eased in, sloshing the soap around. "m'getting flashbacks from when we were little. feel like my mom is about to yell at me for splashing" you joked.

you stayed in the tub giving each other full and detailed updates on how your lives have been since you were close. you stayed so long the bath began to run cold and that was your sign to wash up and get out.

eren stepped out of the tub and wrapped his towel around his waist before going to the closet to get a spare towel for you. you picked up your phone to see the time read 12:43 am. "hey um it's getting late, think i could get that ride home now?" you asked. "oh...i was thinking you could just stay here. i mean- i mean if you want."

you were having a good time and weren't ready to go home anyways so you agreed. he gave you one of his shirts and a pair of clean boxers to wear to bed before getting dressed himself. "are you sure though, don't wanna rob you of your bed" you hesitated. "plenty of room, now come here." he plopped down on the bed, beckoning you over.

you got under his comforters sneaking closer to him. he threw his arm over your waist and pulled you closer to him. "i'm so glad i ran into you tonight" he said, so close you could feel his breathing on your forehead. "yeah me too" you looked up. you entangled your legs between his, eyelids growing heavy. "i really don't want you out of my life again" he whispered, caressing your waist underneath his shirt.

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

9 - Don't Need A Ticket To Your Shit Show

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: canon typical tornado violence, Kate's emotional trauma is very present

A/N: I'm too lazy to keep looking up the word count from each chaopter, and also I never said this was a canon compliant fic just so you know.

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The wind had picked up and leaves blew from the few trees that were around. Dust flew up into the air, reducing visibility. Kate glanced around nervously. 

“The air feels heavy. Were you tracking cells out here?” She asked and Tyler’s eyes met Georgia's with concern. The tornado sirens began blaring and everyone's phones went off with an emergency alert. The rodeo announcer told everyone to clear out and that he had received word that a tornado had touched down near there.

Tyler grabbed Georgia's hand and Georgia grabbed Kate's. They made their way out of the rodeo grounds and across the street to the motel. The attendant was rather flustered as a guy was heckling him about their room.

“We need to get everyone underground or in a shelter now!” Tyler yelled as Kate and Georgia looked around for a basement or somewhere they could wait out the storm. Kate noticed there was an empty pool just across the parking lot. 

“Come on!” Kate nearly dragged Georgia, heading toward the pool. Tyler followed and a mother and her daughter ran with them. If they could save a few people, Kate would be happy. But, as if God himself had come to strike them all down, the tornado was there, just behind the motel. They all clamored down the ladder and into the pool. Kate glanced around, finding pipes in an alcove in the deep end that they could hang onto. The women and her daughter got in first and Kate told them to grab onto the pipes and stay low. Kate went next and she glanced back for Georgia and Tyler.

“Tyler!” Georgia yelled, her voice getting carried away by the increasingly loud wind. Tyler was trying to help the motel attendant but he was so panicked that he stood and tried to run toward Tyler, who was as low to the ground as he could get. The winds were picking up and they began to pull the attendant away from Tyler. He knew what was coming next and he closed his eyes for a moment as the attendant got sucked into the giant tornado bearing down on them. Tyler turned and felt an overwhelming sense of doom in that moment, hearing the creaking of metal and a crash behind him that shook the ground underneath. He could feel the vibrations from whatever was behind him scraping along the empty pool floor as it got closer and closer to crushing him. In one last desperate reach, he found a hand, Georgia’s hand, and she pulled him with all her strength toward her and Kate. He forced his legs underneath him and jumped toward them, shielding their bodies with his. He grabbed a pipe above Georgia’s head and one around the front of her, his whole front plastered against her backside. 

Georgia had an arm and half her body wrapped around Kate’s. Kate was hyperventilating and shaking uncontrollably as she gripped the pipe in front of her for dear life. She could hear the mother telling her daughter that everything would be okay. Kate didn’t fucking believe that. Kate’s only saving grace was Georgia and Tyler. She tried to focus on the warmth radiating from Georgia and the weight of her body wrapped around her. Georgia’s arm was hooked just under Kate’s arm and her hand around the pipe in front of their chests. Kate glanced down, seeing her knuckles turning white and then closed her eyes tight again. The less space between them, the less of a chance that Georgia would be ripped away from Kate, and that was her worst fear. Kate couldn’t have it happen again, but all she could think of in between heavy breaths was Jeb. And Addy. And Praveen. And what if...and what if....and what if...

“Kate, it’s okay. I’ve got you. I promise I won’t let go!” Georgia yelled to her over the deafening sound of the wind, and the creaking and crunching of metal. They were getting pelted with rain as the thing that was behind Tyler came crashing down on the edge of the pool. The only thing keeping it from crushing them all was the well built stone on the pool. Tyler curled his body around Georgia’s, closing his eyes and praying for it to be over soon.

And in the blink of an eye...it was. The winds ceased. The rain stopped. The dust settled. It was suddenly silent. Tyler was the first to peel himself away, looking back at what had almost crushed him. A horse trailer. A steel horse trailer. If he hadn't died on impact, he certainly would've bled out before help got there. Georgia and Kate both let go at the same time. Georgia hugged her and pulled her in for a tight hug.

“Told you I wouldn't let go.” She said softly and Kate's body was wracked with quiet sobs as she took a few minutes to hang onto Georgia. Tyler helped the mother and her daughter climb out of the pool and came back for Kate and Georgia. Kate had calmed down. They stood just outside the gates of the pool. When Javi showed up, Kate ran to him, but not before thanking both Tyler and Georgia.

They both looked on as Kate and Javi seemed to have some sort of argument and Tyler shot a glare in Javi's direction when he saw Kate storm off and take the StormPAR truck. Georgia’s hand wound around his forearm, noticing the same thing.

“What was that about you think?” She asked and Tyler pursed his lips.

“I think Kate just found out her friend isn’t in this to help people. He’s in it for the money.” He said, letting his hand settle at her lower back. She felt gentle pressure from him, pushing her toward his truck, which miraculously was the only thing not damaged by the twister. She followed his lead as they waded through the debris carefully to get his truck. His crew had parked just on the outskirts, just missing the worst of the tornado. Dexter had a moment of clarity when he remembered Kate’s name from the news a few years back. He did some digging and found out that her mom still lived in Sepulpa and the name of her small cattle ranch was listed in the local paper for beef. They figured that was probably where she was headed. Tyler wanted Georgia to go with him.

“I think Kate would appreciate a female presence.” He said with a small smirk.

“You’re funny. I’d assume Kate wants to be left alone.” Georgia said as she helped Dexter and Dani put away their table that they’d been handing food out from. Tyler grabbed her shirt by the back, gently pulling her toward him, spun her, and placed a kiss on her lips that left her slightly dizzy. 

“Come on. Guys, we’re gonna go find Kate. Give us a day or two to sort it out and then we’ll all regroup in Enid.” Tyler announced and everyone was good with that. 

Georgia put the window down, leaning out of it slightly, and then getting cold with the night air. She put the window back up and shivered. Tyler glanced over and reached in the back, fishing around for a moment, while somehow still keeping the truck straight on the road. He placed his jacket in her lap and she thanked him as she put it over herself and hunkered down under it. 

“What did Dexter say happened to Kate?” She asked softly as they headed toward Sepulpa. Tyler’s brows furrowed and his voice was solemn as he spoke.

“Said they were chasin’ a storm and they got caught in it...three of her friends got killed, including her boyfriend. She survived but got injured pretty badly.” He said and Georgia stretched up a bit in the seat, pulling his jacket closer.

“Makes sense. Y’know...I wasn’t thinking about the tornado...I was only thinkin’ about how freaked out Kate was. She was so scared and I get it now.” Georgia said. Tyler smiled slightly and he placed his hand on the center console, palm up and open for Georgia to place her hand in. They intertwined their fingers tight and listened to the hum of the diesel engine the rest of the drive. There was comfort for them both in the shared silence. Tyler pulled off the road about fifteen minutes out from Kate’s house. It was late and he figured showing up in the middle of the night was a bad idea. They’d sleep in the truck and head there as soon as it was light out, which was only a few hours away anyway. They were no strangers to sleeping in the truck for a night.

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Tyler awoke first, taking a few moments to stare at Georgia’s sleeping form, nestled under his jacket. He reached over and ran his fingers across her cheek and jaw, before he started the truck’s engine. It came to life with a loud roar, which to his surprise, did not wake her up. Good , he thought, she can have a little longer to rest.

When he pulled up to Kate’s house, he saw a brown haired women coming from a pen with cows in it. She made her way to the truck and Tyler stepped out after turning the truck off, to shake her hand.

“Hi. I’m Tyler. I’m lookin’ for Kate?” He inquired and the woman smiled.

“Well, hi Tyler. I’m Cathy. I’m Kate’s mom. She’s in the barn just over there.” She said and Tyler nodded and thanked her. He went over to the passenger side, opening the door just as Georgia was waking up.

“Mornin’ darlin’. We’re here. Kate’s in the barn. I’m gonna go see what she’s up to. Come out when you’re ready, okay?” He said and she nodded sleepily. He left the door ajar and she watched as he made his way through the barn door. She yawned and took a few more minutes before hopping out of the truck. She placed his jacket back on the seat and pulled her hair from her ponytail and fixed it. She looked in the side mirror, seeing bags under her eyes. She was definitely still exhausted from her concussion, but there had been so much going on the past couple days, she hadn't realized just how tired she really was. She took a deep breath and headed toward the barn. Kate was just heading out the door.

“Georgia! Tyler didn't tell me you came with him!” She exclaimed, and Georgia saw how much her face lit up. She nearly jumped into her arms for a hug. 

“Surprise!” Georgia said, smiling as she glanced at Tyler over Kate's shoulder. He shot her a gentle smile and headed toward the house. When Kate pulled away, she left her hands on Georgia's forearms.

“I know I already said it once, but thank you...you really made everything that happened back there so much less scary.” She said and Georgia nodded and smiled as they turned, holding each other's waists as they walked towards the house. Kate felt hope that maybe it was worth staying here, instead of going back to New York.

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Cathy had made a wonderful lunch of steak, eggs, homemade bread, green beans, and corn. It was enough to fill them up past dinner time too. Cathy had told them about how Kate always had a passion for weather and Tyler resonated with that. She went on to ask how he'd come to do the work he was doing and his answer surprised Georgia the most.

“When you love something, you spend your whole life chasin’ it.” He said and his gaze settled on Georgia in that moment. Kate noticed this and asked a question that she couldn't hold in.

“What about you Georgia?” She asked and Georgia blinked a few times to gather her thoughts.

“I've always loved photography. I was gettin’ burnt out on the rodeo circuit and I just didn't want it as bad anymore, and I had to retire both my horses, so I figured I'd try photographin’ something else. Nothin’ was near excitin’ as a sixteen second barrel run as it was to catch a tornado dropping down out of the sky.” Georgia explained and that made Kate smile.

“And you and Tyler already knew each other? Did you come back hopin’ maybe you'd see him?” She asked and Tyler's smile faded. He drew in a sharp breath, almost as if he knew the answer. 

“I hadn't planned on it, but it was a nice surprise when I did see him.” She said, glancing down at her plate with a grin. She twirled her fork a couple times before looking up at him. His eyes were nearly boring holes through her. His gaze had softened but it was like she was the only person in the world in that moment. Kate stood, taking empty plates from the table, along with her mom. Tyler and Georgia stayed seated for a few more moments.

“Thought you didn't wanna see me at first...” He said, putting his utensils on his plate. 

“I didn't...at first...and I will still mad...but now...I don't know, Ty. We have so many good memories...” She said and he nodded.

“We could have a lot more...” He said softly as he stood, grabbing her plate and his own and taking it into the house. They helped clear the table and Tyler was nowhere to be found afterwards. Cathy had invited them to use the guest room and Kate noticed the light on in the barn. She hadn't thought she'd left it on... 

She found Tyler looking at one of her notebooks. 

“You thought you could disrupt a tornado.” He said with a smile as he flipped through the pages of one of the notebooks. Kate tried to take it from him but he read a few lines aloud as he walked away toward the middle of the barn.

“Kate, this is a great idea. Why didn't you tell me about this? I could get a new model running, I could...” 

“Because I got it wrong! In the field, in the moment, when it mattered, I got it wrong!” Kate yelled, tears falling from her eyes as she thought of her friends and how much she missed them. Tyler stepped closer to her and she backed up.

“I'm sorry about your friends...y'know a tornado rating...it's not based on size or wind speed...it's based on damage...” Tyler said, his eyes sad and soft as he stared at Kate. He spoke again, the weight of his words too heavy for her to bear at the moment. “How much more are you gonna let this thing take from you?”

Kate sniffled and wiped her tears. She couldn't look at him. She gathered herself just enough to tell him that he should get rest. “Don't wanna miss any storms tomorrow.” She added and he shook his head, handed her the notebook and left the barn, leaving her to her thoughts.

Outside, Georgia was grabbing her and Tyler's bags from his truck. She noticed his expression and stopped him.

“What's wrong?” She asked, a hand on his arm. He took the bags and he pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

“She's got a great idea that could possibly work. It could help people. But she's too scared to even try. We'll leave in the mornin’.” He said and Georgia squeezed his arm.

“I'll go say goodnight to her.” She said, and he nodded, heading to the house with their bags, while she went to the barn. When she stepped inside, she saw Kate sitting, staring a a small photo. Kate glanced up and smiled weakly and then put the photo down. Georgia stepped over closer to her, but stayed enough out of her space to give her breathing room. 

“I can't shake the feeling that it was my fault. I was greedy and I wanted that grant money...and I let that rule over my instincts...because if I had listened to my gut, maybe they'd still be here...maybe Jeb would...” her voice broke and Georgia stepped over to catch her in a tight embrace. 

“Mistakes happen, Kate. And things happen sometimes to lead you down a different path in life. I think sometimes we have to try our best to move on and stop livin’ in the past. Look at what we have right in front of us.” Georgia said and she felt Kate pull away to look at her. Her eyes were red and puffy and Kate's expression was one of confusion. 

“Wh...what?” She asked and Georgia smiled.

“Us, Kate. You've got us. You just have to ask, and we'll help you.” Georgia said and she stepped away from Kate, who looked as though her thoughts were going a million miles an hour. Georgia said goodnight to her and then before she walked out for the barn Kate called her name.

“You give good advice, Gee. You should take your own to heart.” Kate said with a smile before looking down at her notebook and flipping a page. Georgia stepped out into the night air and listened to the crickets and the soft moos of the cows for a few moments before heading inside.

[writingsofwesteros]

(Dark?) Joffrey went to the stable boy's house after he was killed to see the anguish he put the parents through as he has Sandor present their son's body to them, only to find out he had a sister around Joffrey's age, maybe a year or 2 older. When he sees her, he knows he has to have her. The way her beautiful face twisted up at the sight of her brother's mangled body and her eyes filling with tears drew him in, making him fantasize about how she would react everytime he presented her with a dead body. He offers to pay the distraught parents enough money to keep them happy for a while if they surrender their daughter to him, to which they agree to after numerous threats.

Joffrey feels on top of the world and decides to do things a little differently than with Sansa. Since this girl already knew of his "guilty" pleasures, he could drag her around all the time to witness it. He loved when she cried or the few screams he could get from her, loved seeing the surprise on her face quickly change to horror. It's when she starts becoming desensitized to it that he knows he has to change things up. After hearing his mother answer Sansa's worried question about who the girl was with "she's merely a common whore", he knows what to do.

When he first fucks her, he decides to poke around and explore her body. He ties her down for better access and gets lost in her tits, sucking on them like a baby while kneading them. When he dips his hand down to her pussy and finds it wet, he teases her and takes it as a sign that she's ready to take him. He shoves it all the way in the poor girl and just roughly fucks her how he wants, loving her pained gasps turning into moans. Joffrey unties her to flip her over and mount her, telling her that now she's nothing more than the horses she used to attend to. As he slams into her, he spanks her ass, loving how his handprint looked and marked her as his. Though she screamed upon each impact her pussy clenched around him, helping him along with cumming inside her.

After that, Joffrey becomes even more obsessed with her and decides to do everything to stake his claim over her. And he knows nobody would dare want a woman that a king ruined with his bastard. He tries every position he can and takes her whenever, wherever he wants. She was his to do whatever he how he pleased, he made sure of that when he bought her from her parents. Everything she had belonged to him; her face that looked beautiful in terror and pleasure, the tears that filled her eyes as he enters her or brings her something dead, her hair that he made her keep long so he could pull it during sex, her ass that was bruised with his marks, her pussy that squeezed his cock beautifully, her tits that would soon swell with milk and her womb that was full of his cum. Joffrey would claim every piece of her body as he worked on doing the same with her soul.

I imagine her as chubby, which would definitely spur on his breeding kink.

Joffrey becomes angry when he realizes that stable girl likes Sandor more than she ever would him. He may have killed her brother, but he knew more than anyone what it was like to be targeted by Joffrey and was often there when Joffrey traumatized her with death. Sandor would always be a comforting shadow to her, comforting her in his own way by showing her tough love and telling her to learn to make the best of her situation. She ends up really falling for him when he helps her through her post partum depression after givimg birth to the first of her and Joffrey's children. It's around then that they begin fucking, not being caught for months until Joffrey visits her chambers earlier than usual. At first he is furious to catch his Hound rutting into his property like a bitch in heat, but after watching how her significantly smaller body is drowned by Clegane and admiring how her tiny pussy stretched around the monster cock roughly fucking into her, he ends up fucking his hand to them. Her moans were different than he's ever heard and she was actually swiveling her hips to help fuck the fat cock deeper into her, something she never did for Joffrey before. He watches Sandor still and empty his thick balls into her pussy before kissing her gently and leaving. Joffrey walks in and fucks her using another man's cum as lube, effectively shoving it deeper into her womb, before unloading his biggest load of cum yet. Months pass with Joffrey finding pleasure in watching two of the things he owned fucking one another for "his pleasure" and she nears the end of her second pregnancy. This time she her stomach swole rounder than before and the pregnancy was a bit harder on her. When she finally births her son, it is evident to everyone who the father is. The baby was much larger than his older sister was, rivaling a watermelon in size, and had no Lannister features whatsoever. Joffrey excuses it as his child carrying the Baratheon genes more than he did, though it does nothing to calm Cersei as she knows her baby's being cucked. In reality, the pervert (J) just enjoyed feeling in control of stable girl's pleasure and loved watching Sandor's cock stretch out her pussy as his heavy balls slapped against her. (Maybe Joffrey wishes it was him getting stretched). this was in my drafts for a while & isn't edited🗿 👑💀

I AM IN AWE As always; you write perfection! Poor thing is completely ruined because Joffrey wants total control and she even finds something for herself but it does not stay that way for long.

He uses the children to keep her in line as well.

She's always dressed prettily and he adores fucking her with just jewels

NSFW CODED

[ase-trollplays]

The Tipping Point

Corali heaved a sigh as she headed toward the arena. Ever since she became sober, her matches were suffering. If it wasn't a headache, it was a sudden case of the shakes or her heart racing enough to be distracting. In addition to the withdrawal symptoms, she was starting to have anxiety again just like when she was much younger, which she took up drinking to cope with in the first place. As a result, she was in the midst of an intense losing streak, and her payouts were suffering for it.

Upon entering, she was met with one of the circuit managers staring at her with an expression she couldn't quite read. Maybe regret? Frustration? Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't good. She tried to walk past him to the locker rooms, but he held up an arm to block her.

"We gotta talk, Primer," he told her sternly. She stopped and looked up at the older olive with an eyebrow raised.

"If this is about my matches--" she began but was promptly cut off.

"It's more than that. You're not welcome here anymore," he interrupted. Corali blinked and stared at him in confusion which quickly turned to anger.

"The hell's that s'posed ta mean? Since when ain't I welcome at my job??" she snapped at him, though he didn't appear the least bit fazed by her. He merely sighed and pulled out his huskphone. He clicked through a few apps before pulling up a familiar short on grubtube and showing it to her. Corali groaned and dragged a metal hand down her face.

"Oh, for the love of-- Yer kickin' me out on account a that??" she asked in exasperation as she watched herself punch the highblood doctor and shatter his mask. He closed the grubtube app and placed his huskphone back in his pocket before turning back to her with a stern face.

"Do you realize how illegal what you did is? The fact that legislacerators haven't already hunted you down is a miracle. It's only a matter of time before they start coming here sniffing around for you, and I don't want any part of what you've gotten yourself into," he explained himself.

The yellow of Corali's eyes turned the slightest bit orange, and she crossed her arms angrily. A stupid fifteen second video was going to cost her job. Had she known there would be this much blowback from her bad mood, she probably wouldn't have punched that guy. The manager narrowed his eyes at her as though daring her to try something. Although the expected outburst never came, he didn't relax.

"So that's it then. I'm fuckin' canned 'cause I lost my temper at a coffee shop?" She accused. He groaned and ran a hand through his short messy hair.

"Think of it more like... a suspension. On paper, yeah, you're fired, but you're welcome to come back when all this attention surrounding you eases up. Let's say, half a sweep?" he proposed. He got Corali yelling in his face for his troubles.

"Half a sweep!? The fuck am I s'posed ta do fer money fer half a got dang sweep!!?"

"I don't know! It's not my business!" he fired back and threw his hands in the air. "You'll figure something out. Besides, you need the vacation. I don't know what's been going on with you, but you've been complete shit in the ring all month, and it's affecting attendance and bets. No one wants to see the same person get beat up over and over, especially when they used to be really good."

Corali huffed but said nothing. He wasn't wrong about that, and she hated it. She was angry, but more than anything she found herself feeling sad. She slumped as the orange in her eyes receded and turned back to yellow. Only then did the manager ease up now that he knew she wasn't going to do something stupid.

"Ya don't get it. This job's all I got goin' fer me right now," she said in defeat. Between Darius essentially cutting her out of his life, residual withdrawal symptoms ailing her, the return of her anxiety, the desperate cravings, and Thiomi constantly being on her case as well as Dantli's stark lack of support... "I gotta fight. I don't got anythin' else."

"That sucks, really. I can tell whatever's happening is taking a toll, but I can't have you here right now. Come back in half a sweep when all this is guaranteed to be over, and it'll be like you never left."

"... Right," she said with a sullen tone and turned around to walk out. The manager watched her go and contemplated saying something but ultimately decided to let her go in silence. What else was there to say? What could he say that would make a difference or make her feel better?

Corali walked back to the street and removed her ATV from her sylladex, hopped on, and drove away. However, she was slower than usual tonight instead of her usual speeding. Her mind and heart was heavy with stress and sadness. However, she wasn't so long in thought that a familiar place didn't catch her eye.

She pulled into the parking lot of "The Crushed Lime Bar" and hopped off her ATV before placing it back into her sylladex and heading toward the door. She'd only been one or two times before; the music was lame and the drinks were watered down. However, just knowing they served alcohol made it feel like she was home.

She paused before entering and pulled out her palmhusk. This was a bad idea, and she should probably call Thiomi or one of the trolls in her Alcoholics Anonymous group to talk her out of it. Instead, she put the device back in her pocket and stepped inside. The smell of cigarette smoke, the sound of the billiards, and the jukebox playing some old country song were like being hugged by an old friend. She walked straight up to the bar and claimed the nearest empty seat and tapped on the counter to get the bartender's attention.

"What'll it be?" they asked as they set down the glass they were polishing.

"Gimme a whiskey shot."

[magicbutsevenofit]

Chapter 4: Kor

The old man is a Kor, one of Verloren's Demonic Messengers. He's doing a no-no.

At the correction center, a bunch of men have been admitted because they are apparently addicted to something...

But fuck it, back to the fight. Kor tries to tempt Teito again, reminding him he's a fugitive and that a wish would be pretty useful right now but Frau reminds Kor that they are in the church which holds the Law of Sanctuary: it would apparently drop him a whole rank if he breaks the rules. Kor retorts that Teito has more worth than Frau knows and if he takes him back, his master will be pleased with him. Frau says fuck off and besides, wouldn't his master want the big ass scythe he just pulled out of his ass?

Oh, that's actually a sickle and Kor shits himself seeing it. Teito freaks out when he sees it too which surprises Frau, who is shocked that Teito can see it. Anyway, back to fucking up the old man. Frau drives him off, Labrador catches Teito when he falls out the window and Kor says he'll be keeping a soul as consolation. Castor says "Fuck that" and fucks him up with his thread that he uses for his puppet powers. Kor is pissed that he lost but he warns Frau that if that sickle is in use, the person that it belongs to is still alive. Frau says "Whatever" and cuts him in two.

Castor attends to Labrador, who apparently doesn't know what he was doing and Teito looks at them in awe, not knowing abilities like those existed. Frau strains to reabsorb the sickle back into his arm with Teito asking him if it hurts. Apparently, those who are marked by Kor are supposed to be mentally unstable afterwards but Teito's perfectly fine...he's a tough kid.

Teito asks what will happen to the old man. Frau says with his obsession killed off, he should be fine. Teito wonders why, with Frau sucking so much at bishoping, he cares about someone like him. He then asks that since the old man has no family, where is he going to stay? Frau calls him a softie. That causes Teito to throw a tantrum.

Castor says he can't believe a Kor showed up in the church. Labrador says the flowers are astir...

In the hospital on church grounds, Frau throws Teito onto a bed and orders him to take his clothes off.

Don't worry, he needs to get the mark off of him. But no one wants to see that so back to Ayanami. He still needs a begleiter. And other officers hate him because he's the least rich of the rich guys so naturally he shouldn't hold such a high position. They shut up when his unit walks in though. Ayanami meets up with Miroku to discuss Teito. Ayanami asks if Miroku wants him to get Teito back. Miroku says Teito is strong, the best student he had even.

So Teito has been at the church for two months now. He gets a letter (a map really) telling him to go to the courtyard. He likes the church; it's quiet, nice-looking and the nuns are nice to him (even if he doesn't like them touching his underwear). Frau makes fun of him for being short, Teito swings at him and falls into the pool where a doppelganger latches onto him. Because...that happens.

Nah, it's not a doppelganger. It's a girl Castor introduces as Razette. She's the church's organist who's a mermaid of Noel that's able to change her face. She likes Teito.

Teito hears the old man is doing better. Castor says when a person is given life from the Chief of Heavens, they are asked, "Because you are granted a human life, I will give you three dreams throughout your life. You may reply with three dreams that have risked your life. Now which dreams do you desire?" When all of your dreams that have been granted to you by the Chief has been accomplished, it is believed that your soul will be called back to the Chief. Of course, this all happens before you're born. Discovering what your dreams is the source of enjoyment and pleasure in life. Of course, there are evil beings who interfere with that. The Kor steal dreams and drag the human beings into darkness. Basically, if your first dream is granted through the Kor's power, your heart will never be satisfied no matter what you do. When the second wish is granted, you will drop into a state of starvation. And when your third wish is granted, the soul has indulged in too much darkness, and will never get to the Chief. The Kor will take that body to increase their number while waiting for Verloren's return.

The church's job is to protect people from the Kor but because there are so many cases, they have a Correction Center to help the people overcome the cases by themselves. Now about the bishops' abilities...it's not Zaiphon so what is it? Castor tells Teito to keep last night a secret instead of answering, then asking him if he wants to see Mikage. Teito agrees but then Castor (can't stay on one fucking subject, can he?) asks Teito what his dream is. He doesn't know...because the memory has literally been cut from him. If he had allowed the dead to touch him, he would have lost everything, not just his past. See, more than anything, the Chief of Heaven hates when his equilibrium is thrown off. Not just humans but even Kor are punished for messing with that. So why is Teito so important to the Kor that are making them overstep their boundaries?

The chapter ends with Teito visiting Mikage while Frau tells someone not to eat Teito (?!) and Ayanami assures that he has already started on the Teito problem...while we close on Teito visiting Mikage in his room.

[kentoberry]

CEO childe fucking Fem secretary reader <333

yeah ! i'm obsessed with office aus so bad omg !!

content · [ 18+ , minors do not interact ] · sub fem reader · perv childe · skirt f3tish · edging · angry s3x · bruises · spanking · office s3x · exh!bitionism · teasing · p-nty stealing · ma$turbation · toys · blackmail mention.

· CEO ! childe who didn't give a shit about your qualifications. he only hired you because of how fucking hot your ass looked in that tight pencil skirt you wore to the interview — most of the conversation was spent with him not-so-subtly staring at your tits anyway.

· CEO ! childe who can and will ask you to come and see him in his office if he's having a slow day, just to have you sit on his desk and let him tease and edge your pretty pussy whilst he has all the time in the world!

· CEO ! childe who practically drags you into his office, or any other available room, after he has a particularly stressful meeting. he's busy cursing out all of his shareholders and takes the rage out on you, destroying your poor cunt and gripping your hips so hard that they'll be bruises afterwards.

· CEO ! childe is a massive fan of randomly slapping your ass. even if there's others in the room, you'll find he never misses an opportunity to land his hand on your sore cheek.

· CEO ! childe who has you suck him off whilst he's on a video conference. sure, you could give him the best head of his life and make him cum in front of all of these important people, but there was virtually a guarantee that he'd punish you for it later on.

· on a similar note, CEO ! childe will pick up the phone while he's fucking you. you could be bent over his desk or pinned against a wall when his ringtone goes off, and he'll simply put a finger to his lips, indicating that you should stay quiet, before hitting the answer button. if it's boring (which it usually is), he'll only fuck you harder and deeper to see how much you can control your noises.

· CEO ! childe has definitely convinced you to wear a remote controlled vibrator during a meeting. the heads of all departments within the company meet monthly, and it's only natural that the CEO and his star secretary be in attendance! he teases you throughout, watching you squirm and rub your thighs together. if you're good for him, he'll fuck you into oblivion over the conference table once everyone has left.

· CEO ! childe has a locked drawer in his desk that's full of your panties. sometimes he'll fuck you and make you return to work without them — it gives him easy access later on anyways. besides, if you're absent for whatever reason (say you're sick or have a family emergency), he can just take out a pair and make use of them while he jacks himself off.

· at one point, CEO ! childe thought that it would be amusing to fuck you over the copy machine. he bent you over, smushing your tits against the machine as it whirred into action. after that, he sat you up on it and got some nice copies of your ass and some of your cunt. when he (jokingly) threatened to pin them up around the office and show everyone what a whore you were for the boss, you couldn't stop your cunt tightening around his cock.

[corrosivewednesdays]

Heizou general headcanons SFW + NSFW

*Warnings: suggestive content, nsfw SFW

Heizou is the type of person to always follow their intuition

So when Heizou first met you, he was infatuated with you.

your movement, attitude and the way you looked at him,

he was smitten by you.

Unlike Heizou’s usual self, he’d try and control himself when flirting with women in front of you but since old habits die hard, always fails to control himself

once he’d gathered enough reaction from you watching him flirt with other women, Heizou will slowly start flirting with you (istg- this guy has every women’s heart in inazuma)

Heizou would low-key studies you and your reactions/behaviours

whenever you weren’t looking you could definitely sense his gaze lingering upon you

his charming words and charismatic behaviour makes it easy for him to fool people so hanging out with you by charming you would be a piece of cake for him.

Heizou would drag you all over inazuma to see beautiful places (ex. Watatsumi) using the excuse that he ‘needs a vacation/break’ and you guys end up neglecting work together

teases you A LOT and always keeps you guessing

Unironically, if you solve cases with him with speed and perfection, he’ll be impressed and for some reason turned on???

Since Heizou believes that coincidences doesn’t just ‘happen’, he’ll tell you every once and a while that this was ‘fate’ and ‘destined to happen’

I feel like his intuition would automatically tell him if you like him or not before you even mentioned your feelings towards him

when Heizou and you are finally together;

he would definitely start prioritizing his work

since you are already taken by him, there’s no reason for him to constantly be around you 24/7

so you’d often or not go home alone and await his return

brings you your lunch in a lunchbox when you don’t have time to prepare

I feel like there are options with how he wants to display your relationship with him

->he would be open with it, showing his affection for you and letting everyone know

-> keep it a secret at first to feel the thrill of keeping a secret but then reveal it later on

-> keep it a secret in case of any dangerous situations that you could be caught up with because of your relationship with him

^(ex: taking hostage of you in order to blackmail)

Heizou would often give you puzzles to solve, wether I’d be puzzles about math, murder, whatever, he’s all for it

now that you are with him, he tease you EVEN MORE than before

he doesn’t get embarrassed easily let alone flustered (he knows your devious tricks way before you could act upon it)

NSFW

He is such a tease wether I’d be dom or sub

edges you until you are actively begging him

every time you want to cum, he’d have you say the lewdest of things

he’s a natural for brat taming, fucking you until you’re pleading him to stop is the simplest solution

dirty talk isn’t uncommon with him, in fact, he loves it

the way you moan make him feel like he’s in heaven

he can listen to your pretty moans all day long

when he sees that you are having a hard time, he’d praise you on how good you are doing

Will definitely engage in public sex.

the thrill of hiding somewhere from people and the sight of you trying to hide your moans makes his cock twitch

or when he’s at his workplace and having to try and hide his pleasure when you’re sucking him off under the table

the thought of it only makes his mind clouded with dirty thoughts

if you don’t mind marks on your body, he’d give you hickeys for sure

his pace could be considered rough and fast in most circumstances while otherwise he will be fast and gentle unless you deliberately tell him to go slower

when he’s subbing, he moans like crazy, it’s impressive to say the least

his moans are not high pitched but not too low pitched either

Surprisingly, begs a lot to be touched all over

Doesn’t mind the pace you choose, slow or fast, gentle or rough, he loves them all

Aftercare is a must

thought he is often too busy to attend to sexual intimacy, when he sees you doing something lewd, in something inappropriate or in a lewd position, he just can’t help himself but take the opportunity

while he doesn’t get horny often, when he does, you are in for quite a ride ♥️

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[lilyundertaker]

April bullies day 20 - Little dove

Pairing: bully!Kisaki x reader;

Genre: TokRev AU, smut, one-shot;

Warnings: 18+, dub con, vaginal sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), fingering, overstimulation;

Synopsis: You and Kisaki attended the same highschool, so you and your younger brother takemichi devised a plan for you to seduce him. Kisaki acts cold towards you and calls you different kinds of nasty names, but you still act as if you're head over heels into him. The next time you time-leap back, you find yourself in an awful position...

Note: this time synopsis is more of a background info before all the juicy stuff that follows;

One moment your brother was shaking Naoto’s hand, the other you were sucking Kisaki’s cock. Kisaki had his hand forcing you ap and down his shaft while your brother had been tied to a chair and forced to watch the seen playing out in front of him.

Kisaki’s throat vibrated from the groans coming out of his mouth. “Yeah, good girl! Take all of me inside that treacherous mouth of yours.” He said between moans. You pitied Takemichi, who had to watch as his only family got violated. But then again you didn’t have much time to think about him as you thought on how to better work your mouth on Kisaki, so that he’d be finally done with you.

Not only were you using your mouth but your hands as well, looking like a pornstar. Though you didn’t worry about it that much, when Hanma had a gun pressed at your baby brother’s temple.

You could feel Kisaki’s thighs shake as he went closer and closer to his 3rd orgasm. Your only hope was that he wouldn’t demand a fourth or even worse – have his men use you as they pleased.

Kisaki thrusted his thighs up, hitting the back of your throat before finally cumming, his hands nearly ripping your hair from the roots. The way he came in your mouth made you sick. His cum was pouring out of both your mouth and nose, making both of your breathing channels soar. At least he was a gentleman in a way because as soon as his trousers were back on he got a handkerchief and wiped his own seed off your face.

Takemichi was thankful that it was finally over and expected Kisaki to force some kind of terms for him, but hi assumption was wrong as Kisaki dragged you towards a door leading her out of the cold basement and up the stairs to a corridor. He then forced you to his bedroom and locked the door, making you shiver from his actions.

You were most surprised when he walked closer to you and gave you a soft hug. His breath teased your neck, his hands were rubbing your back and his glasses were pressed against your shoulder. “I’m sorry little dove, but that was the only way to show you and everyone else of the dominance I have over you little dove.”

What the actual fuck was he even mumbling about? “Whatever tricks you were using on me at school, they worked, and I can’t imagine my life without you.” He said in full seriousness. Kisaki got on his knees as tears slowly trickled from his eyes and under his glasses. “Please don’t leave me little dove, I can’t live without you! There’s no one in my life to care about and the only person I once did will never return my feelings so…” he trailed off as your eyes were focused on his and the tears falling from them “…you’re the only thing I have. The only chance I have still left in me.

The truth was that in between your seductions you had fallen for Kisaki aswell. It wasn’t that much serious but given the chance you would jump at it. You pushed at his hands so he’d get up and gave him a kiss full on the lips, discarding his glasses during the process.  

Kisaki’s knees went weak from your actions and he nearly sunk back on them, but instead you walked him backwards to the bed and fell on top of him as you were making out. You pushed him away from your lips only to say, “Well since I’m your little dove, why don’t you let your actions speak for it.”

You needn’t tell him twice. He got right on to it and removed your skirts and panties, leaving your black cheerleader leg warmers on. He trailed soft hisses on the inside of your thigs making you moan from it. You already thought that his lips were soft during your make out session, but this was on another level. You were holding in your orgasm so that you wouldn’t cum before he got to your dripping lips.

Kisaki trailed his kisses upwards until his lips were fully kissing your pussy making your legs shake. He was definitely skilled in what he was doing. Kisaki sucked on your clit and licked over your opening, only to make you cum on his tongue. But that didn’t stop him. He licked all of your juices and got back to teasing your pussy with his tongue.

Kisaki brought his fingers to your pussy and began to thrust them in and out of you as he was still eating you out like a desert. He brought his hands under your thighs so that his face was even deeper in your cunt, his face covered in your juices.

Your legs were trembling hard as you came again on his tongue. Kisaki went up in for a kiss to give you a taste of your own juices. He pushed your legs upwards in a mating press. “Tell me if I’m hurting you!” he said seriously before teasing your entrace with his cock getting the remnants of your juices on it. Kisaki pushed in slowly watching your face in order to not miss any expressions that would show whether you might be in pain. Wisely you pushed his head on your neck and dug your fingers in the flesh of his back so that he wouldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes.

You felt his girth trying to stretch you open. You weren’t exactly a virgin but you had never taken someone this big inside of you. Some time had to pass before the pain was changed to pleasure and before long it did.

Kisaki was pleased to here moans coming out of your mouth. Your fingers were digging even more in his flesh, leaving red marks on his skin, but he would wear them proudly, knowing that it was a sign of the pleasure and love he was giving to you.

He kissed you again, exploring your mouth, every corner of it. Kisaki grunted in your mouth, leaving them to kiss your neck. “I’m close little dove.” He said. “Yeah, me too.” You managed to struggle out before returning to moaning. It took around five more thrusts before Kisaki pulled out and came on your stomach. He proceeded to draw fast and harsh circles on your clit to have you cumming aswell.

“Can I ask something of you?” you said as Kisaki was cuddling you from behind, your bodies clean from the mess you had made during sex. “Anything.” He answered. You gathered your courage to ask him the thing that had been bothering ever since you finished your lovemaking. “Please release my brother and promise me that you’ll never kill him or seriously injure him.” Kisaki was taken aback by this and thought long and hard about it, but in the end, he was left with no choice but to agree if he wanted to keep you at his side, so he confirmed your request with a nod. “Thank you Tetta!” you shot up and pulled him in a tight embrace.

[mercy-burning]

Honeybee

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: While attending Seraphina's wedding, Y/N discovers that her crush on her best friend’s older brother hasn’t gone away after all these years. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, alcohol consumption, fingering, penetrative/protected sex Word Count: 5.7k

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NOTE: I know I promised a oneshot over the weekend, but I’m a messy, inconsistent bitch, so you get it a day late 😅🥰

———

Looking back, I was starting to wonder if Seraphina only got engaged and asked me to be her maid of honor just to witness my slow descent into a heaping puddle of lovesick mush.

Truly, it was pathetic.

Yeah, yeah, she was getting married because she loved her fiancé and whatever, obviously, but she was also using it as an excuse to try and get me to admit my feelings for her older brother. Feelings, I might add, that only surfaced when I was a middle schooler and went away once he went off to college.

Sure, I'd thought about him on occasion when he was inevitably brought up around Sera's house throughout the years, but that was it. I'd hardly say I was hard-core in love with him. And I was totally prepared to see him for the first time since our high school graduation.

At least, I thought I was.

And Seraphina—the little shit—knew it, too. The smirk on her face the moment we were all in the same room for the first time in ten years made me want to run and hide more than her brother's figure, right in front of me and hotter than ever.

I was mad. Not at Sera as much, because really there was nothing she could do about the fact that he was her brother, but I was mad at myself. Because how in the hell had it stood to reason that a man I actively didn't think about for a whole decade had this much of an effect on me after all this time?

Honestly? I blame the FBI.

If he'd done literally anything else with his life I probably could have made it. Well, not by much if we're being honest, but come on...

Where he'd been a bit nerdy and reserved as I knew him, the man in front of me had clearly changed. Not just physically, though that was also a pleasant surprise. He looked like he'd been through some shit... And he carried himself taller. There was a new air of confidence that perched on his shoulder and helped him along as he talked with old friends and family members at his sister's rehearsal dinner.

Spencer Reid was older and more experienced this time around, and somehow even more goddamn delicious...

I was a total wreck. And it was about to get a whole lot worse.

He was coming this way. Right for me. He'd noticed me staring at him all night, because I couldn't keep my shit together, and now I was absolutely doomed.

Guess it was a good thing I'd practically grown up with him and knew how to act outwardly.

Still, the moment he was up close and flashing me that little smile of his, I felt the pit of my stomach scream out loud, sending shockwaves through my bloodstream.

"Hey, Honeybee. It's been a while."

Fuck. That fucking nickname...

"Spencer... It has."

When we hugged briefly, I tried as hard as I could not to inhale his scent, knowing that not only was that pathetic and embarrassing, but also I'd never stop smelling it otherwise. I did take note, though, of how strong he was now. He wasn't a bodybuilder of any kind, but he was certainly less bony and more defined.

I had to hold back a whine as I felt him let go of me, because I didn't want to leave his warm embrace but also because I didn't think I could stand to look at his face anymore without losing any and all semblance of my cool.

Still, I let him release me, and even then he didn't go far. We only stood inches apart, and my whole body was practically numb at the proximity. It also didn't help that I had to tilt my head up to see his face— It made me feel extremely submissive, and I could already feel myself starting to shrink.

Whether he was amused at that or just at me in general, the feeling I got was the same.

"Sera tells me you've been busy..." He paused, seemingly searching for the right word, though I could tell he already had it on the tip of his tongue. "Modeling?"

I closed my eyes with a sigh. "It was one job for some obscure European magazine, no one in the country's probably ever heard of it... It's not that big of a deal."

Spencer huffed a laugh. "You sound embarrassed..."

How was I supposed to respond to that? If I lied and told him I wasn't embarrassed, he'd figure it out, and if I told him the truth? I'd still be screwed. Honestly, my best bet was changing the subject.

Though, maybe it wasn't— When I asked him about his travels for work, he ignored it and responded with, "Ah, so you are embarrassed."

"N— I am not!"

"You changed the subject so fast I barely had time to blink... There's nothing to be ashamed of, Honeybee, I don't know why you'd—"

"Look, dude, I'm not ashamed, and I'm certainly not changing the subject. We were on the subject of jobs. So there."

I was aware of how childish I sounded, but I stood my ground nonetheless. And thankfully Spencer seemed to let it go, though not without amplifying that amused sparkle in his eye.

"Okay... Well, I've got some more people to see, but, uh... I'll see you around. Maybe you can show me some of your work."

He didn't even give me time to protest. Though if he had, I was sure I wouldn't have been able to get any words out what with that goddamned face he had, twisted and sculpted into all these beautiful ways that were designed specifically to make me a blubbering hot mess.

I could only gather the courage to nod in response, though he'd turned his back and walked away by the time I got it out.

———

All things considered, I'd managed to avoid him for the majority of the wedding festivities. I focused all my energy on being happy to see my best friend get married, and likewise it seemed that Spencer was inclined to do the same.

He walked his sister down the aisle, and seeing them both so happy truly made my heart sing. To think I'd known them since we were all kids more or less, and now they were both successful, beautiful human beings... It warmed me to my core, and despite the other flames that stung my insides at seeing Spencer in his tux, thing were going swimmingly.

That being said, we were just about two hours into the reception, and there was absolutely nothing stopping me from begging Seraphina to put me out of my misery.

Except maybe pints upon pints of alcohol.

In hindsight, that may not have been a good idea, though. Because as much as the open bar had it benefits, it also hated me. It was mostly my fault, because I was stupid enough to forget that I get frisky when I'm drunk, but that didn't stop me from blaming the bartender for continuing to serve me.

I wasn't quite at the point of all-out inebriation, but I was definitely toeing the line between tipsy flirting and total disaster.

And when Spencer came over to ask me to dance, I knew I was doomed.

I didn't find myself caring about what he was saying, only the fact that he was there, in front of me, putting his hands on me and breathing in the same air that I was putting out. My entire body buzzed, and while I would have panicked otherwise, my tipsy brain welcomed the tingle and made me a bit bolder.

"You enjoying yourself tonight?" he asked, like he couldn't already tell that I was having the time of my life.

"No way. You suck at dancing." The joke rolled off my tongue with ease, a product of years spent teasing him for countless things.

And just like all those times before, he rolled his eyes and then immediately flashed an affectionate smile all the same.

I should have stopped there, maybe tried to do something a bit more romantic like teach him how to dance... Placing his hands and fixing his posture, taking the time to gracefully have an excuse for exploring his body with my hands...

But romance took a backseat when I pressed myself in even closer to him and hummed just under his jawline. "Mmm, but I bet you're good at other things..."

I felt his hands grip my waist just a little tighter, and his throat visibly twitched. "How much have you had to drink, Honeybee?"

"Spencer," I whined, pressing my face into his neck. "Don't tell me you're turning me down, please..."

I could tell by the way he was touching me, his hands wavering and undecided, and the way his heartbeat thrummed loudly and quickly against my own that he wanted nothing more than to entertain my desires.

The thought made me quiver and press further into him. I kissed his jawline tenderly, silently begging him to whisk me away and finally make me his, but it broke my heart a little to feel him peel away from me.

When he looked into my eyes though, I swore the gleam in his own is what put me back together. It could have been the liquor swimming around in my body that made me feel lightheaded, but when Spencer lifted my chin with his fingers and looked me over, I knew that wasn't it. It was wholeheartedly, without a doubt, him.

"Tell you what... You get sobered up by the end of the night, and maybe I'll come find you."

I wanted to nod, but his gentle grip on my chin held me steady—At least until he glided his fingertips down my throat and over my shoulder. Then I downright slumped forward with a whine and a weak nod that seemed to make him smile.

"Thank you for the dance," he said earnestly, leaning forward to press the lightest of kisses to my temple.

Just like that he was gone, and I wanted him back almost immediately.

———

And so the night dragged on, and the longer I sobered up the more it dawned on me what the fuck just happened— What the fuck was going to happen, too, if I played my cards right.

It didn't help that I could practically feel Spencer's eyes on me the whole time. Probably to make sure I really wasn't drinking anymore, a fact that only made this feel more real.

On top of it all, I was starting to lose count of the amount of men here who were trying to buy me drinks. Even if the one man I really wanted tonight hadn't given me a deal, I still wouldn't have accepted them, if only for the pathetic fact that I would have been trying to catch his attention instead.

So much for trying to convince myself I wasn't in love with him...

Was that really what it was? It had to be, right?

Either way, I was determined to find out, and that meant declining every flirtatious offer to drink and dance.

Unfortunately, Seraphina seemed to notice, even on the one day in her entire life she shouldn't have been thinking about anyone but herself. "You're not having fun," she pouted, plopping down next to me and handing me a shot. "Have fun."

I laughed and set the tiny glass down on the table. "I am having fun, I'm just... tired. And being hungover tomorrow does not sound fun."

"Mmm," she responded, visibly suspicious.

I didn't really know what to say to her to convince her not to be though, so I grabbed her hand and smiled. "You're having fun though, right? 'Cause I will not hesitate to kick someone's ass if you're not."

With a bellowing laugh mildly tainted with the smell of champagne, Seraphina squeezed my hand and leaned in close. "I'm having the best time. I couldn't be happier."

"Well, good. You deserve it."

After a small moment of silent shared smiles, my best friend glanced over elsewhere and then back to me with that look in her eye that kind of scared me.

And her words were even scarier... "So, you talk to Spencer at all tonight?"

"Uh— Yeah... Briefly."

"Mhmm... Y'know, I saw you two dancing together earlier. You seemed reeeally close..."

There I was, getting defensive in front of a Reid sibling for the second time that night. And just like before, I was awful at being subtle. "Sera, stop it! It was just a dance..."

"Bullshit! He had his hands all over you, and he had that gross-ass, dreamy-ass look in his eye! He so wants to sleep with you!"

"Sera!" I gently shoved her and tried not to smile at the goofy smile she had plastered on her face.

"Am I wrong?"

"I... I don't..."

"Ha! I'm not wrong!"

The defeated look in my eye did nothing to disconfirm her story.

"So, what's stopping you from letting him?"

I went wide-eyed. "Se—You... You seriously would... You're okay with this? It doesn't... gross you out?"

There were a lot of things I could have seen Seraphina do in that moment, but pinching and yelling at me were not any of them. "Y/N! You idiot! I've been trying to get you two together for years! If I knew all it took was me getting married, I would have accepted Theo Decker's proposal..."

"Wa— In fifth grade? Sera, that wasn't—"

"I know, but you get what I mean! You two are so painfully attracted to each other, it physically hurts me. It's actually disgusting, but if it means there's a chance that you might get to be my sister? I say go for it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You... You really mean that?"

"What, you think I'd joke about that?"

Everything that she conveyed to me within the look in her eyes, her words, and the squeezing of her hand over mine told me she was sincere.

"I love you, you know," I told her just as sincerely.

Her smile was as radiant as ever, but the teasing tone in her voice was enough to make me scowl again. "Right back at'cha, Honeybee. Just do me a favor and don't tell me any details. I don't wanna know."

I stuck my tongue out at her, followed by a short shove. "Oh, and as soon as you get back from your honeymoon? I'm kicking your ass for telling him about that nude shoot I did for that magazine..."

She only grinned. "Why? I think I did you a favor..."

I rolled my eyes at her, but in the end, I guess she was right.

———

I shouldn't have been pacing. Really, it was pretty fucking embarrassing the way I walked in circles around my hotel room, waiting for a knock at the door or a text message on my phone, or something to let me know that Spencer had really meant what he said and was on his way to come find me.

I didn't have a single drink after we danced, and I swear to God, if he made me go through this entire night all nervous without the liquor to calm me down, for nothing? I was going to kill him tomorrow.

Later today... Whatever.

The point? I was well and truly ready to feel him taking up my personal space, and I was going to feel like a real idiot if I waited around and prepped and everything, only for him not to show. The funny thing was, it was almost two in the morning, and I would have stayed up until the sun rose for him.

Thank God he had the decency to save me the trouble.

A short two-rap knock on the door made me jump, but I ran at it full-speed, flinging the large wooden panel open and letting its momentum blow cool wind over my body. And I needed it, too.

Because standing right in front of me was Spencer Reid in all his semi-exhausted glory. His outfit was loosened, buttons undone and bowtie untied, hanging limp around his neck. His hair sat wild atop his head and a thin layer of sweat coated his skin. Maybe that last part sounded gross, but looking at him? It was anything but.

Especially when he flashed me that damned smirk. "Someone's eager..."

I tried not to sound as dumbfounded by his presence as I felt. "Well, you made me a good offer I couldn't refuse. Excuse me for being excited."

"And here I thought all this time you hated me, Honeybee..."

"That would be easier, wouldn't it?"

His grin transformed into a full-on beaming smile then, and it only made my skin feel warmer and my heart beat faster. I returned his smile with my own, so genuinely happy to see him again after all this time, and with the brightest show of happiness I'd ever seen.

Turns out, smiling like a lovesick idiot was all I was capable of.

"Are you... gonna let me in?"

The low suggestive tone in his voice had me springing into action, stepping back and allowing him the space to come in. And though he had plenty of room, Spencer still decided to brush his body over mine as he passed. His eyes bore into my own as he gently kicked the door shut and enveloped us in a dimness that came from cheap hotel lighting.

Still, I was unable to speak, and hardly able to even breathe, with each passing second.

And then, his hands were on my waist, pulling me to him with a softness that matched the whisper in his throat as he said, "C'mere..." Looking up at him then, his fingers burning holes through the thin fabric of my dress while he looked back down me, eyes swimming in tender desire... It almost didn't even feel real.

And it certainly didn't feel real when he leaned in, one of his hands coming up to touch my face while the other pressed me firmly against him.

The moment his lips touched mine, I was gone. I positively melted into him, so much so that it felt like I was just becoming a part of him entirely, losing myself in the moment and unwilling to let it go.

Even when he sighed against my lips and parted his own to kiss me deeper, I just followed suit and let him take the lead. We moved together as one, fluidly and with as much eagerness was possible. I'd wanted to get a taste of him for so long, and he obviously felt the same way, what with the thorough and precise exploring his tongue did with my own. It shot warmth throughout my whole being, and my legs threatened to buckle underneath me from how weak they felt.

Spencer seemed to understand what was happening to me, because as soon as I'd thought it, he was just as quick to literally sweep me off my feet, scooping me up bridal style and carrying me over to the large bed in the middle of the room.

"I know we're at a wedding and all, but geez," I laughed, watching as he laid me down gently and crawled over my body. "A little much?"

He only rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for trying to be romantic..."

"Mmm, I think you're just being an overachiever. As per usual."

That remark earned me a pinning of my wrists above my head, and the fire that erupted in my very core at my current position only cemented that this was very real.

Spencer grinned, his hips coming down to roll over mine teasingly. He spoke nice and slowly, his voice slicing through my soul like smooth butter. "Oh, Honeybee, I'll show you an overachiever..."

Once again I was rendered speechless. Not like I expected to be talking his ear off or anything, but words genuinely escaped me.

Luckily, Spencer didn't seem to mind. In fact, he knew exactly what to do next, and it made me even hungrier for him than ever before.

He captured my lips in another dizzying kiss, his hands still flexing over my wrists to keep them steady. I moaned softly and writhed against him, and though I would have liked to say that it was a conscious choice to coax him to give me more, really it was just me being unable to handle the fact that this was actually happening.

Actually, if not for the overwhelming and familiar scent of him, I would have thought I was only imagining it.

But alas, here he was in all his floral peppermint glory, grinding his hips down into mine and kissing me like I'd never been kissed before, driving me mad with each adept movement.

Thankfully he seemed to get as lost in the moment as I was, because he loosened my wrists in his grip, and I broke free, flying my hands in between us and down to his belt.

His lips pulled away from mine with a soft smack, a smile forming smugly upon them. "Have you no patience?"

As my fingers fumbled with the metal and leather, I pressed my nose to his and quickly pecked his mouth. "I thought we already established that I have no patience the moment I opened the door..."

"Fair... But still..."

Spencer grabbed my hands again, moving them to my sides and then hiking my dress up slowly. His skin was hot against my own, and it took everything I had not to break down begging for him.

And then he spoke again, his lips barely grazing mine as he did. "Teasing you is so much fun..."

I couldn't really explain what sound escaped me then, but it reminded me of a disgruntled animal, erupting from my throat and getting muffled the moment I took my hands and brought his face to mine. I kissed him fervently as his hands matched the intense nature of my affections— With every soft groan I gave him, he returned it with an inch higher up my leg, until eventually he was toying with the hem of my underwear.

Unable to take it anymore, I gave in and mumbled the most desperate plea I could think of. (Like I had to think that hard...)

"Spencer, please..."

I half expected him to tease me again, but this time I felt him tremble over my body. His fingers slipped under the satin of my underwear and he sighed into my mouth. "God, how could I ever say no to you..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth did he spread me apart with his fingertips, getting a feel for me and a broken sigh falling from his tongue and onto my own. I captured it and kissed him with as much precision as I could while under the influence of his hands working wonders.

Truly, his hands hand a magic of their own that should have been considered as an eighth Wonder of the World. They flexed in all the right places, splitting me open and caressing the most sensitive parts of me, simultaneously breaking me apart and putting me back together...

God, and those was only his hands...

The thought of what else he had waiting for me made me cry out into his mouth, though I'm sure it also had to do with the fact that his fingers were curling expertly inside me and summoning an orgasm that I knew would satisfy us both.

I almost cried out again when his lips left mine, but then they travelled to my neck and paid it the most glorious attention. The alternation of his fingers and his tongue on different spots of my body had me in shambles, and it took no longer than a few seconds to snap.

"Fuck, that's my girl," Spencer grumbled into my neck, helping me through my orgasm. "That's it, honey..."

What I wouldn't have given to hear him talk to me like that until the end of time... His words, their tone and praise seeping into my skin and bringing my soul to life... Coupled with his soft hands and his even softer breath fanning over my neck, I was just about ready to ask him to keep talking to me, to say my name and never stop.

He pulled away though, removing his hand from my lower half and bringing it up to his mouth, and I had the feeling my request wouldn't be a problem.

Spencer's eyes rolled back and his tongue gathered my arousal off his long, well-endowed fingers. And though I could hear his groan well and clear, I felt it more than anything. It reverberated through my body and brought me more to life in a way I never thought imaginable.

No one had ever made me feel that way with one single sound, and that's how I knew.

I thought I knew it from the start—from when we were growing up—that I wanted to be near him forever. But It was always just a silly dream, something I was never quite able to reach, and as I got older and we rarely saw each other, it got harder to even imagine anymore.

Now I didn't have to imagine.

Spencer Reid was right in front of me, touching me, tasting me, verbally praising me with sounds I'd only ever dreamed of...

I wanted him to have his moment, because I was positive he'd wanted this just as much as I did, but this sappy sort of revelation I was having made it nearly impossible to not be utterly wrapped up in him, and I wanted more.

So I wiggled and adjusted myself underneath him before grabbing his hand and placing it over my heart. His eyes widened softly at the sight of me, and I knew then that he was taking the time to memorize my face, and the image of his hand resting at my chest, right where my heart was encased beneath bones, flesh, and fabric.

"I could look at you forever," he whispered then.

I would have been ashamed to admit that I whimpered when he said it, but the way he looked at me afterwards made me feel the exact opposite.

He smiled, using his other hand to come up and touch my face. "You want it bad, don't you, Honeybee?"

I didn't even argue with him this time. My head nodded and my hands reached out to pull him closer. "I want you... More than I've ever wanted anything."

Before he leaned down to kiss me, I could have swore he looked like he was going to shed a tear. The duality of him, his ability to be all teasing and cocky one second and then reduced to a lovesick mess at just a few words from me the next, made my heart sing.

And it kept singing, a sweet, steady melody as Spencer kissed me and touched me like he meant it.

Only this time, he didn't pause or tease me with theatrics. He went straight for the kill, fetching a condom from his pants pocket and then sliding the material down, all while keeping me trapped under his embrace. I welcomed it naturally, humming happily into his neck and jawline and anywhere I could reach as he got us both fully undressed and situated, until finally he had the condom on and his hands rested nicely on either side of my head.

"Promise not to sting me?"

I laughed, draping my arms over his shoulders and flashing him a wink. "Mmm, only if you promise to give it to me good..."

"Deal."

He slowly pushed into me then, and the stretch was far more satisfying than his fingers, though I was in no position to complain either way. If he was even half as skilled with his hips as he was with his hands (which I had no doubts about whatsoever), then neither of us had anything to worry about.

It didn't take long for us to find our rhythm, but I didn't have time to think about that. I was so consumed with just the feeling of him being everywhere that technicalities didn't matter.

That being said, the technicalities were really fucking good.

His hips snapped into mine with sharp precision, and I felt it deep within my bones. My cunt clung around him willingly and accordingly, as did my legs, which hooked over his waist as I dug my heels into his ass.

Meanwhile Spencer grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head again, this time interlocking our fingers and then leaning down to kiss me deeply. It was met with my undying welcome, of course, but with the way he was fucking me, deep and with a devotion that nearly exploded my heart, I couldn't help but whine out for more.

His name was all I could manage.

"What do you want, Honeybee?" he cooed, holding himself deep inside me and grinding his hips in small circles that made it harder to breathe.

"M—More... I..."

"Can you be more specific?"

How he could be such a cocky little shit in this moment I wasn't sure, and it frustrated me to no end. He knew damn well what I wanted, and I knew just the thing that would make him give it to me.

I have him the biggest pout I could, also whining out the most pathetic, "More," in my arsenal. And with a roll of my hips up into his, I gasped out at how deep he got, and whined out again.

"Spoiled brat," Spencer grunted in defeat, retreating only to slam into me at full force.

My small gasps and cries turned into full-blown howls of searing pleasure as he fucked me then. My head tipped back and my back arched slightly, exposing my neck and chest to him, and he took it as an invitation to lean down and put his mouth anywhere he could reach. I was sure there would be small nicks and bruises littered over my skin the next morning, and just thinking of everyone seeing them, seeing Spencer's mark on me, made it harder to prolong the inevitable.

I came with a shout, flexing my hands into his as my body tensed then relaxed, over and over while he whispered praises into my skin. He followed soon after, shoving his face into my neck and muffling the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard as he came.

By then his hands had loosened, so I snuck my own away from his and brought them over to hug him close. One hand knotted into his hair while the other grazed over his back. The thin sheen of sweat forming over his skin once again was more enticing than it probably sounded, but I loved it all the same. I felt him relax and bring his arms down to rest at my sides, his fingertips dancing lightly over my skin and giving me goosebumps.

Then out of nowhere, he said something that confused and mildly panicked me. "I thought you said you wouldn't sting me..."

I pulled away to try and look at his face, loosening my grip on his body. "A—Am I hurting you? I'm sorry..."

He laughed though, peppering tiny kisses up my neck until he got to my jaw. "You're not hurting me, Honeybee... You've just... stung my heart, that's all."

"I... Is that a bad thing?"

"It's a strange thing..."

He looked at me like I was the one thing on the planet he adored, but his words sounded different.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're not helping me understand..."

With another laugh, Spencer Kissed my cheek and rolled off of me, settling for laying on his side and turning me to face him. "Do you remember how I gave you your nickname?"

Despite my confusion about all of this, I entertained him with a huffed laugh. "Yeah, I spilled honey all over my shorts without realizing it, and I had ants all over me in a matter of minutes. I was terrified."

"I was highly amused."

I shoved him. "Yeah, dork, I know you were! You and Seraphina both thought it was the funniest thing on the planet, and then your mom had to come out and spray me down with a hose before I came back in the house."

Spencer barked a laugh, and I wanted to punch it right out of his mouth.

"Tell me again why this is relevant to our current situation?" I reminded him with and sigh, already over his antics.

Thankfully he seemed to take pity on me; He reached a hand out and played with a strand of my hair, smiling even brighter than when I opened the door for him. "That's when I started to feel it. You were just... so cute all angry at me and Sera for laughing, and it... It changed everything."

"You know, that would be more romantic if I hadn't been covered in bugs," I responded with a laugh.

"It's true! And it confused the hell out of me, because how was I supposed to cope with the fact that I actually had a crush on my little sister's best friend like some stupid cliché? You were always so feisty after that, too, and it certainly didn't help... And when I graduated and went off to college, I thought... I thought there was no chance you would ever be able to break the heart you'd managed to steal."

He swiped his thumb gently over my bottom lip and smiled, his eyes going all tear-y again. It sent butterflies through my whole body.

"I would never even dream of breaking your heart, Spencer..."

Our foreheads pressed together then, and the unwavering adoration in his voice when he spoke made me forget all prior confusion and minor embarrassment over re-living our origins.

All that mattered was that he was here, holding me in his arms and making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"I know you won't, Honeybee."

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𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙆 & 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙒 ☆ 𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

∘ request: 

goddamn your writing is so good 🥵 any chance you’d be able to write something with sapnap where you’re both at a party and know each other through friends but not well and you’re both a bit tipsy and he just can’t control himself and drags you into a bathroom? kinda fluffy where there’s lots of kissing but also desperate and accidentally rough (because the idea of someone wanting me so much that they lose control is a major thing of mine)

∘ pairing: sapnap x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+),  party scene, drinking, crude language

∘ links: ao3

∘ word count: ~2000

a/n: Thank you so much for the request! I literally have the exact same thing so i think we’re soulmates or something. I hope you enjoy!

For the duration of the day, you’d been waiting for this moment. Your hair tangling amongst itself as you danced to the music with a group of your friends was almost a baptism for you. No longer were you restricted into your business casual attire and socially acceptable behavior. Now you were free to forget your name and responsibilities as mashups of different genres of heavily bass boosted music pulsed in your ears.

The large house was swelling with people, melding together as if their lives depended on the superficial human connection the beat could bring them. Many of them you recognized from some of your lectures; it had been a day where your classmates had planned a party for someone’s birthday. You hated to admit it, but you didn’t know or care whose party it was, you were just happy to have an excuse not to study.

You’d already lost one of your rings and your clothes were sticking to your body from the layer of sweat glistening against your skin, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. As cliché as it sounded, going to random college parties had equated to your own kind of religion. These senseless addresses were homes to a different kind of worship, but one you had quickly become devoted to. The smell of another girl’s perfume rubbing off on you and the nameless identity of the boy that offered you hard liquor were your new sacraments.

As the song died out, beginning a new string of beats to thunder around the room, you found yourself out of breath. You gestured to your friends that you were refilling your drink, but really you were in search of air that was a bit fresher. You wove through the heavy crowd, ending up in the kitchen and beelining for the fridge. There was a small group of boys standing around the keg, one of them filling his cup as they discussed something a few of them were getting heated about.

You tucked a cold water bottle against your side and grabbed a clean solo cup. As you got closer, you would hear what they were talking about. “I don’t know how you don’t remember that. It was like a big thing a few years ago?” One of them grumbled as his eyes narrowed at the liquid streaming into his cup.

“Sorry, Nick. I forgot they were selling kids on eBay. I honestly don’t see-” They continued on into overlapping ramblings that you couldn’t help but laugh at. One of them, that had been referred to as Nick, looked almost too familiar to you. Yet as you stood there, you couldn’t remember even if your life depended on it.

Nick’s eyes drifted to you as if just realizing you were standing there. “Sorry, do you refill?” He asked, mustering a somewhat shy smile. You snapped out of your train of thought, handing your cup to him.

“I didn’t mean to seem like a creepy, sorry,” you stated, sending him an awkward laugh. His lips parted in a smile. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, probably just from the weather earlier in the day. You weren’t sure if it was your slight buzz or the close proximity, but God, he looked good to you.

“No, I was hogging. It was my bad,” he answered. You brushed your hair off of your warm forehead and he looked up at you from what he was doing, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “I think I know you from somewhere,” he mumbled before something clicked behind his eyes as he handed you your cup back. “Oh, you’re Clay’s friend, right? I’m his roommate, Nick.” At his words, your brain clouded with embarrassment as memories of him finally fled your brain.

You smirked slightly. “Oh! Yeah, sorry I didn’t recognize you. You look…” You paused for a second. Where were you going with this statement? Hotter? “Grown-up,” you wheezed, making him chuckle again. “- I mean, since freshman year English, I guess.”

He chewed the inside of his cheek, attempting not to grin wider. “Yeah, you look… grown-up too,” he offered, sending you a slight smirk. “It’s weird how close you and Dream are and I never see you around anymore,” he continued.

You chuckled a bit, wetting your lips. “Yeah, I told Clay I had a crush on you and he kicked me out,” you joshed, making him laugh. For as quiet as you remembered him being, you were shocked he was engaging with you in the way he was. Maybe it was just the atmosphere and the alcohol that had him loosened up. Whatever it was, you found yourself partnering with him in beer pong and spending most of the night at each other's side.

You sat closely to him on a couch in one of the several living rooms, your heads set close together as you listened to what he was saying over the music. “Hey, you too found each other,” a deep voice bounded, making you jump slightly, almost spilling your drink on Nick. Clay plopped down on the other side of you, wrapping his arm around the back of your section of couch to tug on Nick’s ear.

“Why didn’t you tell me Nick was a stud now?” you joked, slightly cringing about how bold you sounded. Nick chuckled at your words, swatting Clay’s hand away from him and taking another sip from his cup.

Clay setted further into the spot beside you. “You guys wanna play ‘suck and blow’?” He stated, more to the group of people around you guys. You furrowed your brows at him, almost wanting to roll your eyes at Clay’s blatant mission to set you and Nick up together. But who were you to avoid his attempts.

The card was passed successfully around the group, until it got to Clay, whose breath you could practically feel on the other side of the thick paper. You turned to give it to Nick but dropped it at the last second, making his lips press against yours. It was almost like he was expecting it because he was utterly calm at your action, nearing leaning in on his own accord. There were cat-calling noises made from the group as the kiss ended briefly. “Ope, looks like you guys are gonna have to leave the circle,” Clay stated with an almost sing-song tone in his voice. You were thankful that you had turned towards Clay enough that Nick couldn’t see your jokingly scornful look.

“Well, that’s just too bad. We were so good at this,” Nick chided as the two of you stood to leave. You ruffled Clay’s hair as the two of you left, following Nick into another room. “Would you want to… go somewhere quiet?” Nick asked, his eyes flashing to yours. Your eyebrow perked in his direction before you wordlessly slipped your hand into his.

You found yourself in the bathroom, Nick's hands settling on your hips as he pressed his lips against yours. You let out a sharp moan as he ground his hips against yours, yearning for more friction. Your fingers dug into his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth, hungry for your taste. His breath was like a drug for you as he groaned into your mouth, moving against you.

His lips left your mouth but only to caress your jaw before settling against your neck, sucking on the skin with a slight sting. You tilted your head back, giving him more access to you before wrapping a leg around him, begging him to go further with you. He chuckled at your neediness, his warm breath fanning over your neck. He tugged the strap of your dress down your arm, pressing his lips against the newly exposed skin, grinding against you. The taste of cheap beer passed between the two of you.

One of his hands slipped beneath your dress to squeeze your ass, pulling you tighter against his jeans, encouraging you to ride his thigh. "I want you," he moaned unevenly in your ear, sending heat straight to your core. You wanted him to completely ruin you, to show you what was hiding beneath the surface of his reserved nice guy barrier.

You answered his words by attending to his zipper, slipping your hands into his jeans and stroking him against his boxers. A moan broke through his teeth, his lips crashing against yours as you egged him on. His erection grew stronger with each of your movements. You could tell he was becoming desperate to ravage you with each of his restrained breaths.

Your teeth dug into his bottom lip, your fingers pushing his pants to the ground as he pressed himself against you. He pushed your underwear aside, answering your silent pleas. Pressing his lips against your neck again, he drove himself into you, earning a blissed out moan from you. A breath of pleasure and relief escaped his chest at the feeling of you instantly tightening around him.

He thrusted into you, as if testing the waters as you moaned his name against his skin. One of your arms tightened around his shoulder as he held you in place, setting his pace. The mix of alcohol and pleasure you were feeling with each snap of his hips was sending your head reeling. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, fingers digging into your skin. You moaned against his lips, sending him to speed up his movements. A sense of roughness came out in him as he pounded into you harder, and you were eating it up. You fingers dug into his hair, pulling tightly to earn a groan from him.

Your hands slipped beneath his shirt, raking against his back, urging him to use you like a flashlight. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, voice husky with some type of forced restraint as if he wouldn't let it come out evenly. You tightened around him, moving in what little space he'd given you to grind against him.

With that, he began to thrust into you harder, as if he was finally giving into whatever he was attempting to hold back. His teeth dug into your shoulder with each pulsing movement, driving himself deeper into you. Ungodly moans left your lips, only confirming his actions as he hungrily chased his high, dragging you with him.

His paces became less rhythmic and more sloppy as he gripped onto you, your fingers digging into his skin as you felt your orgasm was just within reach. You tightened your leg around him, your head swimming as he began to hit your sweet spot repeatedly. With a nearly choked out moan of his name, your body flushed with relief, your climax ripping through you. Nick succumbed to his own as if he'd been waiting for you, the two of you leaning against each other for support as you rode out your highs.

After you caught your breath, you reapplied a layer of lipstick, eyeing Nick through the reflection of the mirror as he stood behind you, straightened his clothes. "Let's not tell Clay about this, purely because he'll make it weird," you stated, turning and evening out his hoodie strings.

He chuckled slightly. "Oh, I agree completely. Don't tell Clay." His sly smirk nearly drew you in as you pressed your lips against his again, a promise that you'd definitely be seeing each other again.

[nightttdreamers]

Coolest Place in the World / Craig x Kenny

yay crenny one-shot! writing craig was a lot of fun, as in i gave him Problems and made him suffer a little but all for a happy sappy fluffy romantic ending!

TW for recreational drug use and suggestive content (off-screen smut)

if you like this pls feel free to leave a like as it will make my day and i will start smiling at my computer like an idiot! formattings a bit better on ao3 if you prefer to read there

AO3 Link | 4k words | One-Shot

Craig Tucker hates beer. He hates parties. He hates college. He hates the fact that he never feels like himself and he can't connect with people.

He finds Kenny McCormick who changes at least one of those things.

The party sucks.

It’s fine, because Craig didn’t expect it to be fun. As far as he’s concerned, every party sucks. College parties consist of a bunch of strangers pretending to have things in common to hide how deeply lonely and miserable their lives are. At least in South Park they didn’t have to pretend. There, he could always step away from the music and the crowd and everyone would know that it’s just Craig needing some Craig time. In college, he can’t sulk in the corner or rely on his obnoxious friends to pull him out to the dance floor. If he goes to a party, he has to take several smoke breaks just so he can be alone without looking like a loser.

He feels around in his pocket. He’s out of cigarettes.

“Craig!” Shouts a familiar voice. Clyde emerges from the crowd, triumphantly holding up two beer bottles like trophies. He’s grinning, like grabbing them drinks at a party his fraternity is throwing is some big accomplishment. 

Craig is happy he made it out of South Park. Granted, he only made it as far as Denver, but he was glad he could get into any college that wasn’t local with his grades. And even though his goal was to get as far as he could from that shithole town, having Clyde around still is nice. Though the two actually attend different schools in the city, Clyde still drags Craig to social outings like he did in their hometown.

“What took you so long?” Craig asks, accepting the bottle that Clyde holds out to him. He’s the furthest thing from a lightweight, unlike Clyde, so the beer is basically useless to him.

“Got held up with the brothers,” the brunette explains. Craig wishes they were with their old gang just so he could make fun of how lame Clyde sounds when he calls the other members of his fraternity his “brothers.” But, the brothers were kind enough to let Clyde bring Craig tonight (even though Clyde had thoroughly explained that Craig was gay and would not be stealing any girls from them), and he didn’t feel like getting kicked out for dissing the hosts. “You having fun, man?” Clyde asks.

“Sure,” he muses, sipping his lukewarm beer. “This tastes like ass.”

“What?” Clyde shouts over the music, leaning in closer.

Fuck, he hates yelling at parties. “This tastes like ass!” He repeats, louder this time. Though it's unlikely, he follows up with “Wanna go smoke?”

Clyde pulls away, scratching the back of his neck. “I dunno, I don’t think that’s my thing tonight.”

Sometimes, at parties, Craig turns into an asshole. Like, an actual asshole. It’s something about the combination of too many strangers, crappy music, and whatever substance he’s ingesting that makes him so irritable. Right now, he hates Clyde a little bit for having such a dodgy answer. He hates himself a little bit too for asking a question he already knew the answer to. He really hates that he’s only been there for thirty minutes and already needs a break, but Clyde’s completely fine. 

But, Craig doesn’t let this show, he just shrugs and nods like he doesn’t care and he’s a normal person capable of enjoying shitty beer at a shitty party.

“I think there’s a dude in the yard selling, though,” Clyde offers with a helpful smile. “Overheard some guys in the kitchen talking about it.”

“I’ll check it out,” Craig responds, giving Clyde a small nod before he heads towards the backyard. He’s grateful for the fresh air once he heads outside, but not the realization that comes with it: Clyde probably thinks his offer was about getting high and not just getting his nicotine fix, which is why he was sent outside to find the party’s dealer. 

He feels like an idiot. The last time he tried to get high with Clyde, the brunette cried for an hour. 

Still, smoking would give him something to do with his hands right now, so he follows the scent of weed in the air to the presumed dealer. However, he stops dead in his tracks once he realizes who he’s really approaching.

There’s two girls, but he hardly notices them beside the blonde boy that they’re talking to. His nose is bent at a bad angle, like it’s been broken a few too many times. His shaggy blonde hair looks like it’s been cut with kitchen scissors, falling just above his shoulders. Most notably though, he has a cigarette poking out between rows of crooked teeth, lips curled into a cocky smile. The boy raises his brows like one of the girls told him something of interest, and then he turns and locks eyes with Craig.

Craig is a few feet away, probably looking like an absolute idiot with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans. After some eye contact that’s far too direct for his liking, he mutters, “Hey.”

Kenny McCormick removes the cigarette from his mouth and stares at Craig with wide eyes, resembling his nine-year old self so much that Craig knows he can’t be wrong about this. “Craig Tucker.”

Craig glances around for some reason, like Kenny could possibly be mistaking him for someone else. “Yeah.”

Kenny nudges the girls next to him without looking away from him. “Have a good night, ladies,” he says, handing them a joint that’s been tucked behind his ear. The girls take it and head off, giving Craig strange looks.

His mouth feels dry. He hasn’t seen Kenny since middle school, no one has. The last thing he expected was to find him, let alone in Denver in the backyard of Clyde’s frat party. He also wasn’t expecting Kenny to have gotten so hot, but he doesn’t linger on that for long because Kenny’s still staring at him and saying nothing. “So you sell weed in the backyard of frat parties now?”

This question seems to bring the blonde back to reality, reminding him of where he is. He takes his eyes off Craig and looks down at the money in his hands, sliding his backpack off to tuck it away. “Yeah, amongst other things. These Denver kids pay anything. I just charged those girls thirty bucks for a J. Are you-” Kenny’s eyes darted between the contents of his backpack and Craig. “Are you looking to buy? I got everything.”

“I’m not really looking to pay thirty bucks for a joint,” Craig replied flatly.

Kenny cracks another smile, pulling a joint out from his backpack and holding it out. “Friends and family discount. This one’s on the house.” Just as Craig reaches to take it, Kenny pulls it back. “But you gotta share.”

Craig knits his brows together. “What?”

“Consider it an act of South Park solidarity,” Kenny says. Craig wants to question him, but he holds his tongue. Honestly, all he wants to do right now is talk to Kenny. 

There’s something wrong with Craig. He doesn’t really know what, but he knows that it keeps him tied to his hometown in the worst ways. Clyde seems unaffected; He can go to college and play sports and join fraternities and flirt with girls, living off beer and dining hall food. Meanwhile, Craig feels like he’s watching his life from the passenger seat, and whoever’s supposed to be steering him is making all the wrong choices.

But right now, with Kenny, he feels like he’s behind the wheel again. Despite how much he hates South Park, he could always be himself there in a way he can’t be in Denver.

Kenny’s looking at him again in that way, and Craig realizes he hasn’t been talking. “Yeah. Better than hanging out in there,” he says, glancing back at the frat house.

“So, you’re in the frat?” Kenny asks, and Craig is grateful for how skeptical the question is.

“Hell no. I don’t even go to this school. I tagged along with someone.” He doesn’t say he’s here with Clyde. He doesn’t really know why. It feels a bit selfish, but Clyde doesn’t need this like Craig does.

“And they let you in?” Kenny asks, sparking the joint. He takes a few puffs before passing it over.

“Barely,” Craig pauses, taking a hit. “Is there tobacco in this?”

Kenny grins, seeming incredibly proud of himself. “I remember you were one of the only non-goth kids that actually liked smoking. I figured you would be a spliff enjoyer.”

Craig just stares at him for a second before replying, because Kenny McCormick might be his savior right now. Something pulls at his chest, but he’ll blame it on the smoke. “Nice,” he says, which he hopes tells Kenny thank you, you’re an angel and not just because you’ve given me my nicotine fix.

“Frats never let me in at first,” Kenny says, running a hand through his hair, revealing a few hidden ear piercings. Hot. “And then I open the backpack and I’m like, hey, this party is going to be super fucking lame without me. And they go, oh you’re the weed guy.”

Craig hands back the spliff, nodding. “And that’s who you are? The weed guy?”

Kenny scoffs. “Motherfucker, I’m the everything guy. I’ve got weed, I’ve got coke, molly, poppers, shrooms, acid. I have narcan, I have condoms and lube, I’ve got fucking advil. I am literally the life and death of the party.”

Craigs brows raise, and not just because Kenny looked right at him when he mentioned poppers. “Damn,” he says, because he’s not sure how else to respond. There’s a lot going through his mind. When was the last time he actually saw Kenny? Maybe it's because they’ve been passing the spliff back and forth, but Craig feels like he still hasn’t fully taken this all in yet. He’s not sure if he’ll see most of the kids from his old class again. But the last person he ever expected to run into would be Kenny.

“You’re staring,” the blonde says, prompting Craig to open his mouth to come up with some excuse. “It’s cool, I’m kind of staring too.” Craig looks into Kenny's eyes, which are darting all over his face like he’s looking for something. “It’s crazy.”

“When was the last time I saw you? Middle school?” Craig asks, trying to justify his fixed gaze.

“Probably,” Kenny replies with a shrug. He turns away then, taking a deep drag before passing it over.

“You dropped off the face of the earth,” Craig says. He lets the joint sit between his fingers for a moment. It wasn’t uncommon for Kenny to ditch school for periods of time, which is why it’s not clear exactly when he dropped out of school entirely. Craig just remembers about a month or so going by before people started realizing that he wasn’t coming back. “Everyone thought you died.”

“I did,” Kenny says without an ounce of sarcasm in his voice. 

Craig blames the strange reply on the fact that they’re both a little high. “Shut up,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“No joke. I died, and death was like ‘Okay let’s go asshole’ but then I woke up not dead the next morning, and figured that I probably had some shit to get done, so I left.” Kenny looks at Craig like he’s told the story dozens of times. 

Craig takes a hit, because he doesn’t know what to say and he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands. That feeling he gets when he talks to strangers comes back up, he’s back in the passenger’s seat. He knows he’s about to say something incredibly stupid. “It’s like The Seventh Seal.”

Kenny quirks a brow. “What?”

Craig does not mean to keep talking, but the obnoxious film student side of him seems to be taking over. “It’s, uh, this old Swedish movie about this guy who returns from war and he meets Death and Death tries to take him but he thinks he has more to do so he challenges Death to a game of chess.” And then, he hears himself saying something possibly even stupider than an insanely outdated film reference. “I can show it to you.”

Everything is slowed down, leaving the conversation-killing comments Craig just made to hang in the air between them. He remembers now why he doesn’t get high at parties, because then he has to talk to people. Kenny’s expression is completely unreadable, and Craig is just about ready for his only lifeline at the party to ditch him.

“Like right now?” Kenny asks. 

Craig almost coughs, but plays it off as him clearing his throat. “What? I mean, I meant like-”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Kenny cuts him off, dropping the nearly finished spliff on the ground and stomping it out. He looks back up at Craig, then smiles. “Didn’t seem like either of us were really having fun anyway.”

“Yeah,” he replies unsurely, followed by a firmer “Okay.” Clyde’s not gonna be happy. Kenny begins walking out of the yard, and when he’s not looking, Craig shoots his friend a text; heading out. feeling weird. hangover breakfast tomorrow?

He feels a little bad, but then he looks up at the back of Kenny’s head, that choppy blonde hair, and the sounds from the party begin to fade out into the night as they slip through the side of the house, and he doesn’t care about anything else.

The walk back is long. Craig’s campus is on the other side of town, about a forty minute walk. Kenny doesn’t offer up his place, and Craig doesn’t question him. All the deliberation about their destination is Kenny asking if he lives in a dorm (yes), and then if he has a roommate (no). They talk about what they’ve been up to for the last five years. For Craig, it’s pretty mundane. Trying not to flunk out, lamenting his little sister’s journey into young adulthood, dealing with his obnoxious friends.

Luckily, Kenny does most of the talking. He was pretty quiet when they were younger, Craig remembers, only chiming in with a dirty joke or insult towards one of his friends. But now, he’s expressive as he explains what he did after running away from home with a stolen car. Whatever calling he felt all those years ago told him that he needed to make some kind of money. He seems a little sensitive about how he ended up dealing, leaving out some details that Craig doesn’t ask for. However, Kenny boasts that he’s able to send it back to Karen to keep the lights on back home. Though he might’ve gone missing for the rest of the town, he’s kept in touch with her.

It’s the most Craig has enjoyed someone else’s company in a good while. When Kenny speaks, Craig finds himself brushing against his arm. It’s cold, and the little bit of warmth he gets from those small moments of contact radiate through his entire body. There’s something magnetic about Kenny. When they make it to his dorm, it’s like no time at all has passed.

Craig opens the door to let Kenny in and feels more nervous than he has in a while. It just hits him in that moment that Kenny’s actually in his dorm, they didn’t even do this when they were kids. Then, the other realization that he has a guy in his single room to watch a fucking movie hits, and Craig wipes his palms on the side of his jeans.

“Congrats, Craig, this is the most generic dorm room I’ve ever seen,” Kenny says. He’s walking around the small space, arms folded over his chest.

“What?” Craig asks, closing the door behind them.

“No posters, plain blue comforter, you’ve got like one family photo and some dirty clothes on the floor as the only indicators that someone actually lives here.”

Craig tries to think of an excuse that’s not I don’t feel like I could ever make this space my own, and then realizes that, what the fuck it’s just Kenny McCormick ripping on him, same way they all used to rip on each other. “So you see the inside of a lot of dorm rooms, then?”

Kenny smirks, his face now fully visible in the room’s fluorescent light. Craig stares again. “Are you slut shaming me right now, Tucker?” He asks, though he doesn’t seem offended in the least. Craig forgets to breathe for a second. Is he flirting with me?

“Don’t we have a movie to watch?” Craig says. He wants to change the subject from the dangerous territory they almost just approached. “You can sit,” he says, gesturing to his bed before he grabs his laptop off his desk.

Kenny drops his backpack onto the ground, kicks off his shoes, then sits down on Craig’s navy comforter, leaning back against the wall. 

Craig sits beside him, keeping a respectable difference, and starts looking through his downloads folder to find the movie. He tries his hardest to keep his eyes on the screen, even though he knows that Kenny’s looking at him right now. 

“You want me to turn the lights off?” The blonde asks, pushing down on the top of Craig’s computer a little bit. Craig only responds with a small nod. He watches Kenny get up, looks at the way his torn-up jeans fit him, the flash of those ear piercings. He watches Kenny and makes a decision.

“You know, I do have one cool thing in my room,” Craig says as Kenny sits back down on the bed.

“Yeah? A shitty porno stash?” Kenny teases again, and Craig can just see his cocky smirk in the dim light of his computer.

“No, asshole,” Craig replies. He turns to his night-stand and turns on a small, black projector. The room lights up in different shades of purples and blues that dance across his ceiling in waves, accented by tiny stars of different shapes and sizes, all swirling around the two of them. Kenny just looks up, his smirk fading fast. “Um, I used to have these glow in the dark stars in my room at home, but I thought that if someone came to my dorm and saw them, they’d think I’m really fucking lame. Which, I might be a little bit. But, I don’t know, it’s cool to look at when I’m high and it, uh, kind of reminds me of being home.”

Kenny looks back to him, his face glowing in all different colors in the light of the projector. “You’ve changed.”

Craig raises his brows, not quite expecting that response. “Since I was thirteen? No shit.”

“Nevermind, still the same sarcastic asshole,” Kenny says, chuckling. “Maybe you haven’t changed, then. Maybe I just never got to see you this…” He trails off.

“This what?”

“This closely.” 

It occurs to Craig how close the two have gotten now. There’s no more respectable distance. He looks down to see that their knees are touching now and when he looks back up, Kenny’s leaning in to kiss him.

It’s short-lived. When they stop, Kenny stays close, his lips just hovering over Craig’s. He’s asking if I want to keep going. Craig reaches up and runs a hand through Kenny’s hair, pulling him back in. The two shift, with Craig leaning back and Kenny coming to straddle him. There’s an unpleasant sounding thud from below them, and Craig realizes they’ve knocked the computer off the bed.

“Shit,” Kenny mutters.

Craig just chuckles. “Forget about the fucking movie.”

He wakes up the next morning to the sight of Kenny’s bare ass across the room.

It takes him a few seconds to remember how he ended up in this situation. Right. Clyde’s party. Found Kenny in the backyard. Came back to the dorm. Had insanely good sex. No wonder he feels so sore. 

Craig basks in the view for a second, not just of Kenny’s ass as he pulls his boxers on, but of Kenny in general. He knew he felt something with Kenny last night, and attributing that to their shared history just didn’t feel right. From the moment they kissed, Craig realized that their connection actually ran much deeper than he thought. 

He admires Kenny in the morning light the way he couldn’t last night, spotting freckles he didn’t see, little scars and birthmarks. However, the realization that Kenny’s getting dressed pulls him out of his just-woken-up haze.

“Got somewhere to be?” Craig asks, voice groggy with sleep. 

Kenny jumps, looking back to him. “Shit, I was trying not to wake you up.”

He sits up now, pulling the comforter up to cover his lower body. “You were just gonna leave without saying anything?” Craig asks, hating how childish he sounds.

“You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to disturb you,” Kenny replies, though Craig can tell he’s not being sincere.

The warm fuzzy feeling in his chest quickly vanishes, leaving a cold hollowness. He’s done one-night stands before, why does he care if Kenny wants to slip away without a word? Without any hint that he wants to see Craig again?

And why does the thought of Kenny leaving hurt so bad?

“What the fuck, Kenny?” He says, trying to keep his voice even.

Kenny looks around, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know what you want me to say here, Craig. Last night was great? I had fun?

Craig swallows. Maybe it was all just one-sided. Maybe that was just sex for him. “Sorry,” he says, looking anywhere but Kenny. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m not trying to make you stay if you don’t want to. Last night was kind of more than just fun for me.” He leans forward, putting his head in his hands. 

Kenny sits on the bed across from him. “What do you mean?”

Craig sighs, keeping his gaze fixed down on his bed. “I don’t know. I thought you would stick around.”

“Do you… want me to stay?” Kenny asks. Craig looks up at him, and Kenny’s expression is plain as day. He’s scared.

Craig’s brows knit together, and he knows he needs to be plain with how he feels right now. “Of course I want you to stay.”

Kenny looks off,, and it’s like Craig can see him sorting things out in his head. After a little while, a smile comes across his face, and Craig lets out a breath. “Shit, this doesn’t usually happen.”

His candid response prompts a laugh from Craig, which Kenny quickly returns.

“Move over, Tucker,” the blonde says, giving the other a push. Craig slides over in his twin bed, leaving just enough room for Kenny to slide under the comforter beside him. “I wasn’t trying to fuck and duck, I just didn’t think you’d want me to see me in the morning.”

Craig props himself up on his elbow, watching Kenny who still seems too nervous to recline. “Why wouldn’t I want to see you?”

Kenny opens his mouth like there are a million reasons on his tongue. Instead, after a moment, he just lays back down, looking up at Craig with a smile. “No clue. I’m a catch.”

Craig laughs again, rolling his eyes.

“So, what now? You wanna cuddle and all that gay shit?” Kenny asks, gently tracing a finger over Craig’s forearm. 

Craig’s not quite sure what he wants to do. He wants to get closer, wrap his arms around Kenny and drift back to sleep. He wants to kiss every freckle along his shoulders and work his way down. He wants to ask Kenny about every scar he can see in the cold morning light. He just wants to bask in this moment for a while.

“How about that movie?”