#the only way that I know I'm doing my job properly is if I'm not making MVP every goddamned wave...

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

how's the other guy holding up

[b-blushes]

you know when you're in da overwhelm zone due to Circumstances that you don't really have power over. well it's really hard to deescalate from that i am finding!

HOWEVER i am attempting:

FACING THE THINGS because the longer they loom. the longer they are looming for.

regular breaks from Addressing Everything

regular snacks/meals/drinks

prioritising

postponing stuff that can be left until later (But watch out!)

doing other things in advance that are easy to do now (such as stockpiling meals ready for feeling more ill)

asking for help where i can

[violet-dragongirl]

If anybody were to ask me why I'm a combat medic in a game I like but also hate (total 50/50 love hate for this game there's no compromise to either side) as matchmade players expect me to resurrect them with ease every time knowing that the game's mechanics of how my ult works to it's humanly possible maximum efficiency, still cannot keep up with nearly ANY player being in the area of Only Gonks And Showboats go to die (where enemies spawn, which is opposite/adjacent of wherever the builder is)

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[grotesquevi]

★ cupid carries a gun.

open up your skull, i'll be there climbing up the walls.

cw # 18+ mdni, modern au, mentions of marijuana, dealer+loser!ellie, blink and you miss a slight pervert behavior, sub!reader, switch!slightdom ellie, pussyslapsyum, pet names, fingering, public sex.

an # if you recognize this it may be because it's from my previous account aka @vicorices who got deleted out of nowhere, this is me trying to get all my work back up again cause i'm not losing three months of work thanks to a shitty team who wiped me out of the internet.

the first time she saw you, she called you bro by accident.

it happens unexpected. ellie's been selling weed for a while now and she's used to get random text messages from unknown numbers: a friend of a friend, a recommendation from some old client — of course when she got your text you're not going to receive special treatment, not when she greets you like she would greet a guy, asking you where to meet since the club's big.

you're friends with cat, that's how you got her number. your usual provider is being insane with ridiculous prices you cannot afford not even by chance, so you're searching for someone else, a reliable source you can buy your weed from without getting into much trouble.

she’s perfect for the job.

it's a surprise either way when you tell her to meet you close to the main stairs in the first floor, and you think you saw her by the time you get there, but before you can approach your phone lights up with a new notification from an unknown number you now recognize.

you like it, making them think you’re a man, confuse the people you buy weed from. it's funny cause it's not the first time it happens, matter of fact, it's really common as you approach the auburn haired girl, noticing she's far less intimidating than your last seller, less tattoos on the face to instead, be covered in freckles and green eyes.

and to ellie — it's clear you aren't a bro too.

you don't pay much attention since it's a quick interaction, but to ellie its enough to make her spiral. too much weed, too much booze that night made her look at you like you're most beautiful girl out there, barely illuminated by the sporadic lights that changes time to time as you approach to her in a nice top of a band she also hears.

"hey. sorry to make you wait" you're too kind to her rough heart, yet from up close she's able to look at your face properly: where the fuck did you know cat from? why she hadn't seen you before too? was she hiding you from her?

"ellie," she presents herself like you do and she's almost a little shy to ask you to walk with her to a less crowded space, cause it sounds different from when she usually asks, slapping herself mentally for being so lame when she meets a pretty girl in a situation like this: don't be a fucking pussy. "do you mind if we move to a quieter place?"

"no, no problem" you reply "i was going to ask you the same, actually. don't want to get kicked out from here."

and you must be really trustful person, cause ellie could be a bad person and you're following her willingly, entering a dirty, small bathroom only to lock the door beneath her not really knowing her true intentions. you know she's not going to do anything when she's nervously speaking to you as the space got way reduced.

"so, you're friends with cat" what's she even doing? trying to pull off some small talk she sucks for? either way your nodding as ellie gives you a small bag with an smiley face on it, letting you see the weed she's going to sell you out first — "you study here in this university?"

"yeah, it’s my last year" you say inspecting the weed with a pleased look, sure you're buying when you take a deep breath and it seems like actual weed and not a fucking rock so tight it seems it came in somebody's ass, good smell, some purple there between different shades of green "film school."

"sick," she looks at you for a moment since you're too busy looking at the product. under the white lights ellie can see the details on your face now, the small moles, the scars, things she wasn't aware of as she wasn't so close as she is now — "it's okay? you like it?"

“smells real good, my last supplier was pretty shit and always had the same strain" you find her concern cute, sure she must take pride in selling good stuff, maybe that's why cat shared her number so reluctant to it, you'd gatekeep a good dealer too.

“that’s lemon haze” ellie explains as a subtle layer of red spreads right over her nose, must be the weather inside the bathroom or something like that, but it's hot as she stares at your eyes and she's betting you must be thinking she's the weirdest girl in the planet. her flannel's too fucking tight, too thick. "it's a nice sativa, wont leave you stupid nor like a hungry animal."

girls like you may be out of her league, but even when ellie's brain saying the same, it does not matter when your fingers brush against hers and you're laughing at her bad joke, giggling like she's oh so funny and it's enough. it may be a tactic she's falling all the way in when saying a lower price than regular and your eyes widen cause you don't believe it: why would such a good quality be cheaper than the usual shit?

"you study in this university too?" you curiously ask as if you're trying to catch the trick, clever girl. she’s selling you cheaper to secure you.

"forensic science" you seemed a bit surprised by it since you didn't talk much to stem girls in general, being in two different fields: hot— "it’s my last year too."

"that sounds cool, never met someone who study that," you say as you're pulling out 20$ for at least 3 grams of top-graded-weed: she's fucking stupid for selling that quality for less than $30 "well nice to meet you ellie, if i don't get poisoned with your weed, you'll be definitely hearing more from me."

and she wants to say something flirty, something with her usual witty charm and her sarcastic replies she loves by heart, but instead of saying something clever, ellie ends up stuttering, tripping in her own words as she nods.

"i- uh- yes sure. save my contact and text me anytime."

fuck it, cause it does get her to know you'll be talking to her again someday, maybe this week, maybe the next, tomorrow. her weed is hella good and her own brain is feeding her delusions cause as far as she knows you might as well be the biggest heterosexual girl in university, but you're there waving her goodbye with a warm smile and your perfume lingers in the air for a while even when you're not there.

so ellie stays in the cubicle for a minute. the longest minute of her life when she takes a deep breath at the scent, discovering the fruity notes, the damn strawberries sweet as ever now impregnated under her nose.

fucking cat cause she must have kept you all to herself, pure selfish reasons — ellie thought they were in good terms.

it's crazy to say she would've done the same if you were her friend too.

the second time ellie sells you weed you're talking with your friends seated in a secluded spot of the main quad and the sun hits your skin just in the correct way to make her mouth go dry.

you're using this straight sinful sundress in blue and white, covering from the fresh air in a denim jacket and it looks so good she needs to check you actually messaged her in the first place and didn't imagined the whole thing.

she politely greets everyone but her attention drifts back to you when ellie's sitting close like you're friends with her before the people you’re hanging out with.

"was it good?" she asks, blatantly checking you out you're resting over your elbows, letting the exposed parts of your body fill out with vitamin d after being trapped in class for what it seems an eternity, and ellie feels trapped too, slightly different cause she's experiencing the victorian era on the flesh when only a glimpse of your ankles is enough to kill her — "guess it was if you're texting to meet up again."

"yeah, seems like you got the best weed in the whole place" you laugh, each time warming up to her as you reply under a pair of black shades that make you look so fucking attractive: her weed, the best. "good job, ellie."

awfully good price. outstanding for you, only loses for her.

the third time, you're meeting her outside class and her friends joke calling you her girlfriend as ellie quickly walks away hoping you didn't hear them: do you talk to her about dinosaurs too, williams? you're too polite to say you find it cute.

by the fifth time you're on her car and the silence is so damn loud as the music sound softly in the speakers, some song you say you like as ellie turns up the volume so you can hear it better. you're humming to the tune, a two-minute song as she pretends to be searching for the weed on her bag, taking more time on purpose.

"are you going to take the same three grams or you feel generous this time?"

"no, just three" you reply to her question. you've become quite aware of her consistent gaze on you now after weeks of selling you grass, personally giving you the best, making the moment linger without you noticing until you actually do catch on her subtle tactics— "that way i can text sooner and see you again this week."

ellie’s clueless most of the days but with that? anyone would notice you're flirting, blatantly as you look up to her and your dealer struggles to resist the need on her hands to pin you against the passenger seat and lean all over the console to go on and kiss you until you clearly state what you want. no playing around the bushes this time. demand, as her stomach turns, what do you mean by that.

do you want to see her more? that's why you buy three grams and talk to her every three or four days? are you, by any chance, not straight?

“if you want to see me during the week, you might just ask” ellie says mirroring your tone “like you ask to buy weed from me, s’not that hard.”

you’re the one who's nervous now, and she considers on giving you the weed as a gift before you’re paying. loses, you only mean loses in her economy at this point — and it's driving her hella mad when you get out the car and ellie’s left there with the need to have you as closer as you possibly agree to.

silk fabric slipping through her fingers.

the sixth time, ellie decides she's going to do something about it. about her needs. there’s no actual way you’re not flirting with her, the image of you in the passenger seat still sealed freshly on her mind even if it was a week ago, repeating it over and over again — you got her staring at your profile pic, debating if she can or cannot masturbate with the pictures you’ve shared on instagram from spring break in fucking california, liking your post cause it’s the only way she dares to interact, a way of saying she’s there.

in the middle of a saturday night, thinking about you. two in the morning and it’s all fucking you.

she should make up her mind. you’re a good buyer, and she wishes to keep it that way. you don’t ask for later payments, you constantly buy and don't share her number with weirdo friends like everyone else does, you're a reliable source surely: so why does her heart stops in her chest cavity when her phone's buzzing and ellie's reading the name she saved your contact with?

right. her pathetic crush on you.

her fingers move on their own before she considers to delay her response five minutes to seem busy.

she wont charge you double.

shit. it's two in the morning and she's selling you weed driven by the desire to see you again, using this gray hoodie to protects herself from the cold autumn breeze as she's pulling up to this party totally uninvited, passing the open door like it's her own house as zeta phi seems to be fully loaded now as the music sound loud and strident as all her hopes of catching you alone goes to the trash can.

no she’s not going to charge you double, she’s just guilty she’s so into you without you having any idea of it.

where you waiting for her arrival? fuck. her brain is acting up like a backstabbing bitch and ellie cannot help it as you appear radiant under a sea of people. you're not saying a word either when you're lacing your fingers with her's and you're pulling on your dealer upstairs, feet moving on their own as she don't make a single effort to resist your magnet-like influence in her very self.

ellie’s hand are sweaty cause she's so fucking nervous but you don't seem to care about it, looking back at her from over your shoulder only to offer a smile she cannot wrap her head around for a moment.

"can i ask where you're taking me?" she questions you, hoping her voice doesn't sound like that really, so strained and rough from just see you around — "or am i your hostage now?"

"we need a more private space to buy" you state like it's obvious "duh, the rooftop's empty. i stole the key."

ellie should've know you were a walking hazard.

cause it really seems like an achievement when you're opening the rooftop door, mischief grin as you look twice behind your back paranoid as ever someone can see what you're doing; and ellie chuckles at the sudden adventure, how you're closing the door when you invite her to step in with a subtle head movement, quickly shoving the key back to the pocket in your skirt.

cute. she thinks you’re cute.

it's empty like you said, and the knowledge makes every hair on her arms stand on their own even when she's wearing this thick hoodie that protects her from the cold.

"cannot risk my dealer of getting in trouble down there" you explain now that you can talk to her at a decent volume, and she fully eats it even when it's a clear lie and you're making up excuses to get her away from the noise.

"very kind, gonna name you my knight in shinning armor if you keep this up."

you're panting the spot right next to you as you take a seat in the over-used lounge chair with a tiny wooden table in front of it, and like a trained animal, ellie follows cause it's the perfect spot to leave her backpack as her brain keeps buzzing at the name you used to call her seconds before— my dealer.

she is, by all means, your dealer. it makes her chest fill out with a different kind of emotion, sound so fucking intimate, so nice.

"gonna buy the usual three grams, princess?" your knee brushes against her, and ellie's breathing hitches cause you're wearing this black-sheer stockings all the way to your upper thigh and she becomes aware of it when the material slips down as you're seated, skirt raising slightly upwards against the muscles of your legs: one movement and she swears she'd be able to see your underwear and ellie has to once again, remind herself how you quickly reduce her to this behavior; this state, shoved in a sea of pure filth — "or did you just call me because you wanted to see me tonight?"

she's feeling lucky tonight even when she never feels that way, a strike of confidence ellie feels as a rush on the blood: you give her a sight of your legs and now she's all over the damn place? loser behavior.

"is it that obvious?" you want her to kiss you. it's a need that installs deep down in your chest, and if you're not making it obvious by then you're definitely doing it now: you're not straight, you're not bulletproof to the holes her eyes make on your skin every time you have the pleasure to be left alone in her company, you're not giving up on this constant game of seduction you like to play "i'm buying weed too, so coming up here actually matters for you."

"haven't we state that already?" ellie asks, looking up to you as she drinks in the sight of you under the almost invisible light of the stars up in the sky "if you want to see me during the week-"

"might as well just ask" you completed for her as ellie grabs her bag so she can pull your weed from it. the best three grams she has in her power "i know that- thank you."

"it's a gift" she finally dares to say it now — "don't pay me this time."

has she ever felt this way before? never. the overwhelming pull, the reminder you're not her's? stings on ellie's skin like tiny needles. it's not a big deal, once again she's losing money all reckless, but fuck- it's worth it, worth it when ellie see you malfunction for a long moment, brain short-circuiting cause you don't expect it.

"that's not the deal."

"i don't care what our deal is, you're my best client, and i take care of my clients” it’s simple as she says it “sides. the weed does not matter, seeing you was payment already.”

"don't go yet," you add before she's making a movement to get up, hands cold wrapping around her arm as you pull her down to the lounge chair you're so comfortably seated — "smoke with me. let's talk for a while."

and she knows it's dangerous, but you're batting your eyelashes, looking at her with this sly smirk on your face she wants to kiss away and ellie has no option but to stay there buried in your side, your fingers still tight against her arm muscles as you make her stay.

"okay, but i need you to let go of me baby- i can't roll a joint with you all over."

liar.

she just want to see you get all flustered because of her as her fingers swiftly roll a joint without much effort, allowing the smoke to fill the air seconds after before you’re sneezing and she notices how you shiver on her side, turning her face to look back at your pretty face she’s been avoiding to stare so much.

"you cold?" she asks, and you do not want to admit it, but ellie's taking her hoodie off and it's a fucking sight when she's wearing this white tank top she does not care about until she can physically feel the shift of the air between you and her, caught up with your eyes checking her out as she lights up the joint.

"thank you," and for being a stoner, it's smells surprisingly nice as you relish on the warmth of it, comfortable now as you watch her smoke "i'll gave it to you downstairs."

"go home with it. you're going to catch a cold like this."

the silence it's imminent for a moment before she's passing you the joint an you're holding it between your fingers.

"i like your tattoo" is it also an excuse? not really, but ellie's bringing her arm closer to you as she's showing it under the flashlight of her phone cause she likes it too, showoff — "can i touch it?"

any other time she'd be denying it mumbling something stupid about hating random people to go on and touch her scarred arm but you're not a random girl. so she's whispering a barely audibly yes, and your fingertips are tracing the pattern etched on her skin, taking your time in doing so.

"it suits you," you praise as you touch, and she's fucking melting there under simple caresses, under something so simple as your fingers tracing her inked flesh, invisible shapes as you just want to keep your hand on her "did it hurt too much when you got it done?"

"yeah, sort of" it's not really like she's trying to sound cool, in all honest, she's just trying to be coherent now as you keep touching her skin as you smoke. invested in questions she's answering in full auto-pilot.

you're high after a while, and it's her weed that makes you look like that. half lidded, a lazy smile on your lips as you keep talking to her, red eyes, slower than ever: shit. she'd devour you all.

“have you ever shotgunned smoke into someone’s mouth?” you ask curiously, and the question comes out of nowhere as you stare at her blowing the smoke, a warmth creeping upon her neck as she notices the way you’re staring at her, ellie’s blushing.

selling you weed and not be able to get high with you every single time must be named one of the most horrible crimes in humanity.

“when i was like, 17?" ellie replies thinking for a moment "i dunno, thought it was the hottest thing ever- have you?”

“no, not really."

and to be fair, ellie's high too. she's testing a new strain with you and the words roll out of her tongue so easily she has no time to regret it, not when you're looking at her like you want her to get handsy there in a damn lounge chair, to hell if it’s in the middle of nowhere or not.

“want me to do it for you?” she asks, a gentleman as usual “i’ll gladly be the first.”

it takes a moment for you to consider it before your voice is all low and husky — "mhm."

“come here then miss,” ellie says using a finger to call you out, the joint already on her lips before she takes a long drag — “sit on my lap and open your mouth f’me.”

it's devastating.

your weight on top of her, your ass in her leg as she can see again, those transparent sheer stockings that must be damn useless against the cold, and her hand rest on your upper thigh there where she looked before.

you're so obedient. your skirt is a sinful invitation to touch further, and you're parting her mouth for her so she can get closer, and as she smokes, ellie does get closeto you. closer than she’s ever been — more than the car, the bathroom in the party she met you, mere inches before she's shotgunning the smoke in your parted lips and you're smoking from the same weed that was in her lungs.

"17-years-old ellie was right" you reply, not really moving to give her space as ellie's fingers squeeze your leg like a reminder you're there still, sated on your dealer's lap, her hands on you — "it is the hottest thing ever."

it's almost a chronicle of a death foretold, cause ellie's kiss does not surprise you at the slightest. it's demanding and sloppy cause she's high, you're high, and she's a victim of this force she cannot escape near you.

so she keeps on kissing you until your lips are swollen and you're simply there, slowly wanting more, squeezing your legs together cause you don't want to be a slut now — no. you don't want her to know you're soaking over a few kisses, at ellie's fingers pulling on your high stockings down till they are no longer there anymore.

"you're a fucking menace" she says between kisses, breathing heavier now by the seconds: ellie already noticed— "a menace to me, to my weed and my economy, you know that? how you make me sell out my stuff at half the price cause i want you as my secured client?"

despite her words, she's pushing you closer to her so you can feel her rib cage pressed against you, the goosebumps you produce just from being close to her, red lips and messy hair.

"it’s your loss ellie, cause i'd pay for the full price."

"mmhm well shit, you're really lucky cause you do give damn good kisses" she murmurs, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt now and she has the damn audacity to keep on smoking cause she's now confident on her effect, how you’re all affected by her touch — "and if you give damn good kisses, i'm betting all my money that you have an even better pussy for me."

the sounds you're making? fuck. she’s creaming her panties already when you're letting her touch you so freely and it’s not near enough.

"what is it going to be then, huh?" she asks curiously, her mouth already following the path down to your collarbone, your cleavage before she’s taking her time in leaving red-purplish hickeys there hidden beneath her own gray hoodie "should we make it to our seventh selling or you're going to let me play with your needy cunt as a much deserved reward?"

shit. shit. shit. you're so fucking wet when you're parting your legs further apart to give her a nice view of your underwear, a damp spot already there between your legs who’s enough to make her mouth water with the thought of burying her face between your thighs, intoxicate with the smell you're emanating and she feels already under her nose.

good fucking girl. she wants to praise you, let you know you're doing a great job there letting your skirt roll up to your stomach, so easy to get rid of it ellie's sure you did it on purpose now so she can let her hand slip between your legs to feel how soaked you are.

your cunt makes this sound when her finger’s taunting you she just happens to love, and your underwear clings to your pussy lips, hips buckling up to meet her fingers already wanting more.

greedy.

"shh-" she tries to reassure you — "you're comfortable there baby? want you to feel good when i touch you yeah? you'll let me know anything cause you're my well-behaved girl, aren't you? my best client here.”

ellie’s making you shake her head, coaxing you to say out loud you are comfortable there, ass in her lap, spread legs as her fingers push against the fabric right against your entrance, noticing how the cotton soaks at the motion.

"look at you all desperate" she chuckles — "have you been thinking about this a lot like i do?"

her fingers pull on your underwear to the side and there it is: glistening cunt, swollen lips and neglected clit that's just begging to be touched, filled, discovered by her hands, her mouth, tongue. nothing she fucking wants more.

who she is to ever deny anything to you? to stop selling you weed? the joint falls to the ground now as she's using her entire hand to touch you, fingers rubbing against your minor and mayor labia, circling against your engorged clit as you arch your back and she has to use force to keep you still, taking what she has to give like a champ.

"you're fucking soaked-" there's a slap sound that fills the air, and even when there's people in the garden they don't seem to hear your whimpers as her hand comes in contact with your pussy and she's slapping it once again, just enough to apply some pressure in your clit, just enough to make your legs shake "so responsive to me, gonna let me stuff this cunt full tonight? fucking finally huh? you've been haunting me like no one else."

and you giggle, giggle cause you cannot fucking believe it: fucking your dealer? are you so for real right now? you're deep under a cloud of haze you're unable to control, disheveled state when your skirt is all the way to up and your underwear being pulled to the side at her mercy and you can only answer:

"yes- ngh yes please ellie."

"shit- your clit is all puffy baby, all needy for me."

you're squeezing her already so hard when she’s working on you. a wet schlick that fills the air and combined with your incoherent words of praise and moans will send her to the grave.

ellie’s knuckles-deep and fuuuck. you're so tight she needs to ask if you're doing right, cunt engulfing her' fingers until there’s no more and she's curling them right to the spot so you don't care about the drunk fucks in the garden anymore, about anyone who can hear whats going on in an empty rooftop.

ellie’s using a hand to keep your legs spread when your free will collapses like paper cards, pulling them apart only to add a third finger in your used hole and reduce you to pieces now, clenching tight as she rubs on that special spot inside and you're mumbling something about feeling so full, so good with her inside.

"this pussy must be made for me baby, fits me like a fucking glove," ellie’s doubling her efforts, her palm colliding against your clit, fingers thrusting against the right spot over and over — "gonna let me see your pretty face when you cum? i know you're close."

you are. fuck you so are. your movements are erratic, your legs shake, and ellie's kissing on your shoulder, leaving a path of wet kisses on the exposed skin on your neck, biting on your earlobe, anywhere she can get.

"i can't-" you cry out, moving yourself in quick, sharp movements, it’s overwhelming — "fuck i can't hold no more-"

"let go" she replies, holding you tightly against her body — "let go. i got you."

it's hot. messes up ellie's jeans with a damp mark on them, turning the fabric darker when you finally cum and you're gushing on her fingers, leaking through trembling legs.

"fuck yes. drench me like that," your dealer moans, stealing a kiss from your parted lips, keeping the last glimpses of air in your lungs for her benefit "use me, baby, don't stop."

ah. ellie's in trouble after all, cause it don't seem she’ll be selling weed to you now. not when she's mixing business with pleasure and she's making you bend against the top rail of the old lounge chair cause she's not able to wait any longer to lick you clean until you have no other choice but to cum again.

truth be told she once heard cupid's cruel, but she didn't believe it fully, not until now since ellie knows, first hand — the little fucker shoots to kill.

[angelbby555]

Home life

Summary: Jake acts two different ways. An asshole at work, and a caring husband at home. Word count: 800

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It was safe for the daggers to assume Jake liked to act out and mess with others because he got no attention at home. In grade school, everyone constantly mentioned a bully who picked on others because their home life was terrible.

Jake Seresin's home life was far from terrible and better than most. When he came home after a long day at work, his son Aaron was jumping into his arms to greet him, and food was served at the table. Then he always found his pregnant radiant wife in the kitchen finishing a word search puzzle in Aaron's coloring book.

"Hi pretty." Jake grinned ear to ear, knowing this was his favorite part of the day.

"Hi, jakey." You threw your arms around his neck when he was close to you. You pressed a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away. Jake bends down to kiss your growing belly, letting his index finger lightly brush over your stomach wanting to get the baby's attention.

"Don't give your mom too much trouble now." Jake stood up properly still glancing down at your bump. "Let her finish her boring word search puzzle made for kids in peace."

You faux a pout, that was more of a smile. "You're not getting dinner anymore." You grabbed the coloring book off the counter and swatted his bicep with the paw patrol book.

"I'm joking. I'm joking." Jake laughed. He kissed your temple for good measure and pulled you back to his embrace, with your baby bump sandwiches between you both. "I missed you. How was your day?"

After that the 3 of you had dinner and Jake made sure Aaron didn't start his meal until you sat down at the table. Usually, there was a game of Connect 4 after dinner, but since Aaron suddenly got an obsession with Hot Wheels, they built orange race tracks on the floor.

Aaron's objective was always to make the longest track, and Jake was willing to build track after track till it was perfect. It would take almost all afternoon to make a track long enough to take up the living room to the dining room. You just sat next to them doing the word search and occasionally stealing blue boosters, to make both boys go on a search hunt to find them.

The next day you would tell them to clean it up, but since it had taken very hard work and time they refused to back the track away. So it just sat there for the rest of the week till Araon wanted to build a new one.

His home life wasn't anything crazy compared to his job in the sky, but it was his and Jake treasured it dearly.

Nobody knew about Jake's family, except for Javy and Bradley. Since Jake shared a good bond with Coyote he told him straight from the start about his incredible family. But Bradley found out on his own when he saw Jake, you, and Araon at the supermarket.

Bradley would always get nosy and ask Jake about his wife. But Jake would always deny it or brush Rooster off, making Bradley feel like he was crazy.

"What are you talking about? Nobody would settle down for Hangman." Phoenix laughed at Bradley's remarks when he brought it up again.

"Nah, Nat I saw it with my own two eyes. Jake was kissing his wife at the supermarket the day before the Fourth of July weekend pushing his kid around a shopping cart." Bradley tried convincing his best friend but Natasha wasn't buying it. She only knew Jake as an asshole instead of the husband who rubbed his wife's feet when he got home.

"You're going nuts, Bradshaw." Natasha scoffed.

"Must be all the jet fuel getting to his head," Jake smirked at Rooster. Since nobody believed Bradley, all he was left to do was flip Jake off and head to his super hornet.

Then it was Jake's ranking ceremony and obviously his loyal family went to cheer him on. Once he got pinned, Lieutenant Commander Jake didn't hesitate to make a beeline straight for you.

"Oh my gosh super cute pin, jakey! I'm so proud of you. " You squealed pulling him in by his tie to kiss his lips.

"Couldn't have done it without you next to me, darlin'." Jake pressed his nose into your cheek before kissing you there.

"Good job Lieutenant Commander. You're so cool, Dad." Arron said looking up at him. Jake felt his heart fluttering at his son's words.

"Thank you, Aaron. Takes a cool person to know a cool person." Jake held out his hand and Aaron jumped up to high-five him.

From a few seats away he could see the daggers obviously staring at Jake and pointing at him. He read Bradley's lips when he said.

"I told you! But nobody believed me!" He kept his family a secret because he didn't like to mess up his work life with his home. But it was too late now everyone had seen his wife kiss him and he had the lipstick on his mouth to prove it.

first ever Jake blurb. Sorry Bradley but, got to move on when there's a drought since roosterforme hasn't been posting

[ozzgin]

I'm in my parody mood again. I'm so sorry. You have to attend a yandere school: quite literally, an academy designed to train you into a proper yandere. Except you're terrible at it. So pathetic, in fact, that all the yandere-to-be students and teachers have to help you. And now they're slowly but surely falling for you. Content: gender neutral reader, horde of yanderes, parody

"For the last time, (Y/N)..." the teacher sighs, mild frustration creasing his features. "You can't be a cool and aloof yandere if you look this tense."

"I thought I'm supposed to obsessively stare at my crush from the window", you argue, waving away some cherry blossom petals that were blown by the wind straight into your face.

"Yes, but no one can tell you're a yandere yet. Your gaze must be indifferent, idle, bored. Do you understand?"

You're a lost cause. The older man readjusts your body's position with pursed lips. You'll never be a proper yandere with this attitude. He should be angry about it - Yan Academy dons an unmatched reputation of flawless success. Every student graduates with impeccable results. Well, except for you. And yet, he's almost enjoying the repeated efforts, the daily observations, the additional training you require.

A thought crosses his mind: what would you even do without his help? You'd be lost. You need him to succeed. He shakes his head in embarrassment, swiftly shoves his glasses further up the nose, and coughs.

"Meet me after class. I'll be in my office."

"Again?"

The words escape your lips before you can stop yourself. His brows furrow, and he lifts your chin with his index finger, responding in a deeper voice:

"Yes. Until you learn to act properly, (Y/N)."

“What’re you doing now? We were going to hang out at my place, so we can practice efficient stalking methods.”

Your classmate smiles at you, almost pleadingly. Oh, if only you’d join them. How else will you manage? He can already picture your confused, innocent expression as you try to keep up with them.

You were made to be stalked, not the other way around.

“I can’t”, you whine. “Teacher wants me to stay behind again.”

The students stare at you with a peculiar glimmer in their eye. This bastard…is he trying to keep you all to himself? He should be minding his damn business and leave such matters to people who’re closer to you. They know you better. They’d do a much better job at…training you.

You feel a tug behind you. The classmate removes your backpack and throws it over his shoulder.

“Fuck that. You’re coming with me.”

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[buckyalpine]

Reader that always cries/tries not to cry. As someone who has been yelled at for crying and who is extra sensitive, I live for the angst where the reader struggles to hold their emotions followed by all the fluff, comfort and reassurance.

-

"But-it feels like you don't care Bucky!"

"I told you I was busy y/n!" Bucky sighed out of frustration, running his fingers through his short locks, "You know how stressful this job is, it's not like I cancel our dates on purpose"

You couldn't help but feel a tinge of neglect as you stood in front of your boyfriend, fully dressed for your date only for him to text you that it would have to happen another night.

Again.

"I haven't seen you in weeks. You go for days without answering your phone. I only call you because I care about you, I love you" You could already feel the warning signs making their way throughout your body. Your throat felt tight making it difficult to swallow. Your eyes stung with fresh tears. Your nose felt warm, threatening to sniffle.

"Yeah I get that," He scoffed, shaking his head in annoyance. "I just don't know if you understand how much I have to do in a day"

"I'm not stupid Bucky" Your voice started to crack, feeling worse for adding to his stress as your own emotions started to crumble. You wanted to hold it together, to have one conversation where you didn't break but-

"But you don't get it- c'mon y/n, don't cry" Bucky bit out, the words coming out harsher than he intended, not realizing how much it would upset you. You bit your lip harder to keep your chin from trembling, fat tears threatening to slip out the more you tried to blink them back. Your throat ached, constricting your neck more and more.

"I-I'm s-sorry" You choked out, hating yourself even more for getting emotional, the frustration evident in your voice. You harshly wiped your face between hiccups, letting out a frustrated groan. Bucky blinked, his previous annoyance replaced with regret seeing how upset you were with yourself.

"I-I don't mean t-to cry" You dug your nails into your palms to try and get yourself together, your body betraying you wish a fresh wave of tears only making you feel worse, "I don't want to!"

Your body trembled, your arms moving to hug yourself in an attempt to hide away, squeezing yourself together to gain some semblance of control. Bucky cursed internally, now pissed at himself for losing his patience when you were only upset for not being able to see him. You never asked for much; the only thing you wanted was to spend time with him and recently he hadn't been doing that either.

"Hey-no-baby shhh, c'mere" Bucky pulled you to his chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head, rubbing your back up and down to calm your labored breaths. "Its not you angel, its me. I'm the one whose sorry, I shouldn't have spoken like that to you or said that, I'm sorry sweet girl"

"I-c-cry for-for everything" Your voice cracked into a defeated sob, embarrassed over how easily you broke down to tears, a new wave streaming down your face, wetting the front of his Henley. Bucky picked you up in his arms, carrying you over to bed where he could place you in his lap, cradling you to his body. "I h-hate it"

"My sweet, sensitive baby" Bucky cooed as he continued to cuddle you, rocking you in his arms while you got your breathing under control. "I'm sorry babygirl"

"I just missed you" You sniffled, clutching onto his dogtags while he kissed your temple repeatedly, stroking your hair.

"You have every right to be upset. I should be lucky my girl loves me so much, you don't even ask for a lot. I'm sorry I've been neglecting and cancelling on you so much, m'gonna take some time off so I can love on you properly"

You smiled into his chest, your body finally starting to relax, following the rise and fall of his chest.

"I'm sorry I cry so much- Bucky tipped your face up, pressing his lips against yours to stop your rambling.

"No, you cry as much as you want with me, I love that about you, okay?" He looked at your sincerely, meaning every word.

"But-

"You cry because you care. I love that you care so much. I love that cute little animal videos make you emotional. I love how deeply you feel for others. Fuck, I love how much you love me. I'll never meet anyone else who loves and cares for others the way you do. Don't ever change baby, you cry all you want"

You let out a small sniffle at his words making him chuckle, swiping his thumb across your cheek to wipe the tear the slipped out.

"What if it annoys you" you pouted while Bucky playfully pondered your question, pecking your lips again.

"Hmm, then you send Steve to beat me up. I promise he'll run at the chance at any given moment. Call Sam in too and get comfy with those fuzzy peaches you love so much"

"You sure?"

"I'm sure, doll" Bucky whispered, settling you under the covers with your head on his chest, planning to spend the rest of the day cuddling in bed. "Very sure"

[crypticsoulz]

how MHA boys would eat you out

18+ minors dni

Everyone in this is over the age of 18

Includes

Izuku Midorya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, ejiro kirishima, Denki kaminari, Hanta Sero, hitoshi Shinso, Mirio togita, Tamaki amajiki

This is my first time writing ever BAHAHAH

pls ignore any spelling mistakes I rlly struggle with spelling

Izuku Midorya

• when you started dating he 100% watched YouTube videos on how do it properly

• learned the femal anatomy so he knew all the best spots

• Izuku loves when you wrap your thighs around his face suffocating him completely

• won't pull away to breath he's a people pleaser and when it comes to you he would rather suffocate than stop your pleasure

Katsuki Bakugo

• he's naturally skilled Dosent need any tutorials to know the right spot

• it's rare he actualy eats you out tho only on special occasions like birthdays he prefers to use his hands and make out or mark you up as foreplay

• On the special occasion he does eat you out he does not stop he makes you cum at least 2 times with his mouth before he moves on

Shoto Todoroki

• when you first start hes not very good

• bro is dence af he thinks he's doing good hitting all the right spots but he Issnt

• after about 1 year of dating he gets better but not much

• he dosent do it often he doesn't even get intamite often maybe 1 or 2 times a month

Ejiro Kirishima

• DEVOWER 100% a munch (someone who is very good at eating u out) he loves eating pussy so much

• once or twice a day depending on yours or His mood

• sees it as the most manliest thing a man can do

• bro 100% gets a kick out of making you cum on his nose

• also loves face sitting, it's his favorite position when eating you out

Denki kaminari

• as much as he loves eating you out he Isnt as good as he thinks he is he still gets you off but it takes a bit longer than he or you would like

• bro gets off just from the taste of you on his toungue 100% short circuits when you cum in his lips

• he also loves face sitting

"But you can suffocate"

"Then I'll die the hapiest a man could be"

Hanta Sero

• MUNCHHHHH

• bro is absolutely the best at eating you out he knows all the spots all the techniques everything

• loves treating his girl right

• the way he moves you bearly last a minute

• you HAVE to look into his eyes at all times if you look away he stops and refuses to start again till you look him in the eyes

• not a single morning that man isnt in between your thighs

• dosent eat breakfast because "you are his breakfast"

Hitoshi Shinso

• skilled af

• bro loves eating you out he's close but not on Munch level

• he loves the feeling of you on his toungue

• loves to lazily eat you out on a morning after you both wake up

• definitely prefers eating than using his fingers

• also loves eye contact but doesn't force it

Mirio togita

• he prefers using his hands purely because he can use his quirk in the process because of this he Isnt so skilled in the mouth

• when you do ask him to eat you out he agrees and he gets the job done but after 1 or 2 rounds he switches to his hands again

Amajiki Tamaki

• he's above a munch he's a master

• he's not very experienced but God he knows how to do it

• his hero name is lit suneater he's skilleddddd

• at the start of your relationship with him he would he super awkward in asking despite the fact he craved the feeling of you on his toungue he didn't want to ask incase he made you uncomfortable

• later in the relationship when he has gained much more confidence he asks at least 3 times a day

•"I'm bored can I eat you out"

•"I'm tired can I eat you out before bed"

•"Hey baby looking mighty fine today can I eat you out"

• he loves when you sit on his face feeling you full weight drives him insane

• even just the taste gets him off he doesn't need any physical touch just you and the way you taste

[wileys-russo]

(Ik it’s not a player but I love them) Solfresa “I could just take a tiny nap?”

oc x oc from my filling the void universe and @girlgenius1111 family line series

world class II fresa putellas + solstråle engen

"sol, no mi amor you cannot sleep now." fresa returned to the bedroom and noticed the norweigan starting to drift off, shaking her ankle as she groaned and opened her eyes.

"why?" the brunette sighed deeply, rubbing her face and crossing her arms over her chest with a small scowl, fresa pausing the nature documentary her girlfriend had been falling asleep to.

"the point of the schedule is to train your sleep pattern so you are well rested at all times, so you are fit to work once you start nights. which means no naps and only sleeping at the times you are supposed to mi amor." the younger girl smiled sympathetically as the norweigan groaned louder.

it had been a long grueling process for the tattooed firefighter to become qualified as so, one that the spaniard currently shaking her awake had not always been supportive of.

solstråle had failed fitness testing twice, both her sister and girlfriend trying to talk her into what they deemed a much less dangerous career path.

but solstråle had never wavered, only spending more hours in the gym and less time talking to those who she didn't think were helping her along the way.

so with a wall of silence in response to the pushback, and the lack of belief only driving solstråle harder into her training and to start developing some unhealthier habits, fresa and ingrid changed tune.

both had come around to helping solstråle instead of wasting time trying to change her mind, but the help wasn't without constant reminders that she needed to be at her most prepared as to avoid any sort of injury while on the job.

so now with fitness testing complete and all of her training finally starting to feel as if it was paying off, the girl was set to swap over from shadow shifts to a real roster, which included staying two nights a week at the station on call.

"fres, baby i could just take a tiny nap? then i will still sleep early on time tonight!" solstråle tried to bargain, pinching her thumb and pointer finger together to make a minuscule gap as fresa firmly shook her head. "not part of the plan amor." fresa smiled in amusement at the girls persistence, gesturing for her to sit up.

"you are no fun today putellas. first you have to study and i have to sit here alone to watch my show because i 'distract you'. now you come back and i am tired but you will not let me sleep?" solstråle huffed with a deepened scowl as the younger girl shook your head.

"you might not think i am fun engen, but is it fun cleaning the big trucks all day because your sister or your chief hears you are too tired to be cleared for the real work?" fresa warned lightly quirking an eyebrow and crossing her arms, solstråle's eyes widening a little in response.

"you wouldn't!" the norweigan sat up properly now with a scoff. "i would, if it meant you did not get hurt bebé." fresa promised softly, her girlfriend sighing and running a hand through her hair.

"snitches get stitches." solstråle mumbled grumpily, laying back down as her eyes began to once again feel heavy. "well you are great company today. go to sleep then, i do not care!" fresa rolled her eyes, knowing just how stubborn her girlfriend could be but not having the patience for it today, turning to leave as a hand quickly grabbed the back of her top.

"sorry! i'm just tired, and i missed you. i hate when you have exams and you have to ignore me." solstråle huffed, pulling fresa down onto the bed with her and trapping the shorter girl in between her arms and legs in a tight bear hug.

"i do not ignore you solstråle, i answered all your texts today amor, and there was a lot of them!" fresa laughed at the sudden switch in attitude from the girl, twisting her neck to sweetly peck her lips which were grumbling some sort of moody comment in norweigan.

"will you play fifa with me? i thought i was good but they have a tournament going at the station, and i haven't won a single game!" the brunette huffed, forever hotheaded and fiercely competitive as much as she could also be the softest sappy pile of mush at times too.

"do we have to? i do not have a clue how to play. in fact you and alexia told me no more playing because it was...what did you say? eh 'too hard to watch' remember?" fresa narrowed her eyes as a guilty smile curled into her girlfriends features.

one of the rare times her eldest sister actually spent any time with sol was playing fifa after a family dinner, granted that was silent bonding as alexia still refused to say more than a few words in response to solstråle's chatter.

"fresa that was ancient history, i am a much more patient woman now." solstråle grinned as the spaniard in her arms let out a loud sarcastic bark of laughter and tapped at her forearms to be let up.

"it was last week engen." fresa sat up and hovered over her girlfriend with a shake of her head, suddenly pulling back as sol tried to sit up and connect their mouths. "hey! give me a kiss." the norweigan demanded impatiently, tapping her puckered lips expectantly.

"no." fresa smiled sweetly, standing and heading out of the bedroom to make some food, not at all surprised at the sound of footsteps hurrying after her, her mami on an evening shift at work meaning the pair of them had the house to themselves for a couple more hours at least.

"solstråle!" the younger girl squealed as a body barrelled into her, almost taking her down to the floor before the well built norweigan grabbed her girlfriends hand, spinning and dipping fresa, holding her up just from falling to the floor as her heart raced.

"don't do that! its not funny." fresa hit at her girlfriends hoodie covered chest with a loud smack as she only laughed and the youngest putellas merely scowled.

trying to move past her before fresa could take another step a mouth was pressed against hers, feeling the firefighter to be smile into the kiss when fresa made no move to push her away

"you are a child sometimes. tonta!" fresa finally broke away and bonked her girlfriend on the head with a magazine that was handy within reach on the counter, only causing solstråle to smile wider, clearly proud of herself.

"food can wait, one game? it will help keep me awake." the norwegian tugged fresa gently away from the pantry with her best puppy dog eyes as fresa sighed.

"if you are turning down food, it must be serious." "please?" "fine. one game engen!"

~

"joder! how do you defend? i forget the controls!" fresa cursed in annoyance, only having had possession for about two seconds this entire half as her girlfriend knocked in goal after goal.

"solstråle!" she protested as the norweigan made her player do a backflip after another goal and cheered loudly in fresa's ear, kissing her cheek apologetically from where fresa lay between her legs, elbows resting on her knees and her back pressed to solstråles front.

"you said this would be easy." fresa complained as the game stopped for half time. "no, babe i said i would put the match settings on easy." her girlfriend corrected as fresa pinched her thigh unimpressed with the answer.

"amor you are winning 8-0 you can give me five fucking minutes to show the controls again?" fresa demanded before sol could click to resume play. "i like when you swear in english." her girlfriend mumbled, a lazy kiss pressed to her jaw as sol dropped her remote and her hands settled over fresa's.

"when you attack you click this to pass, this one to sprint. you click this one for a head pass or a short ball, and this to shoot." solstråle explained slowly, pointing out the different buttons as fresa nodded, eyebrows furrowed with concentration.

"when you defend it is this one to chase, this one to tackle, this one to slide tackle, this one to clear. then when it goes to your goalkeeper, just click this or this." the taller girl explained as again fresa nodded, doing her best to follow along but she'd already forgotten half of what was said, making a mental note to just button mash and hope.

"so does this mean you will let me have a pity goal mi vida?" fresa asked hopefully as the girl pressed behind her grabbed her own control and chuckled.

"not a chance elskling." sol stole a kiss and clicked play again before fresa could bite back with a remark, eyes widening as she hurried to rapidly click at any buttons she could reach on the controller much to her girlfriends amusement.

the second half fresa played a little better, but still failed to score and conceded another five goals making it so solstråle won with a whopping 13-0, the final whistle blowing meaning she let out a war cry of victory.

"eso fue humillante!" fresa scowled tossing the remote to the side onto the lounge and rolling her eyes, arms crossed and shoulders slumped.

"that is life no? you win some, you lose some. i feel a lot better about my games at the station now! thank you baby." the norweigans large hands settled either side of fresas face and tilted her head back so she could press kisses across the flushed skin.

"you are welcome." fresa rolled your eyes, gently tugging her hands away and sitting up, glancing to the screen only for a moment as her head snapped back to it and she frowned.

"world class? you said you put it on beginner sol!" fresa turned to glare at her girlfriend who shrugged, quickly turning off the tv and sitting up on her knees.

"did i? guess i must have clicked the wrong one babe, sorry." the norweigan grinned, pushing the shorter girl to lay down again as her smug face hovered over her girlfriends, not an ounce of remorse in her eyes.

"mentirosa! i cannot believe i like you." fresa grumbled with a scowl, solstråle pressing her face into her neck, lips scattering kisses across the warm skin.

"only like?" the norweigan whispered teasingly, tugging on fresa's earlobe with her teeth as her fingers danced across bare skin where her shirt had rode up.

"barely tolerate." fresa mumbled but all of the fire had dissapeared from her tone making solstråle smile against her neck.

"oh now what happened to love?" "maybe if you were not a dirty tramposa, you might get some engen."

[changeling-droneco]

Hi I'm that person who made the original post about "no doesn mean no" when a small bit of the mr beast company document was leaked, well, now we have the full document (thanks rosanna) so I'm going to go over it. Please note I am not a lawyer or a business man, I'm in college for psychology, so I might misunderstand some things or make the wrong conclusion. However, if this is a document made for the average mr. beast employee, if I cannot understand it properly, then im sure some employees also struggled

First of all, the opening paragraph. Like I get it's supposed to be like, to put people at ease, but

This is so strange? Like, first of all, this is your EMPLOYEE MANUAL, you should have run it through like, a spell check? Or had someone edit it? This is already incredibly unprofessional. Also the promising of a thousand dollars if you pass a quiz on it? It's bizarre and I'd love to see if it's an actual quiz.

Jimmy, hun, please god get an editor for this you're already trying my patience.

YOU SHOULD, you genuinely should, while interconnected these are all COMPLETELY different jobs, if you think you could write a separate manual for each branch you SHOULD

I'm sure I'm about to get an answer but what the fuck is the best YOUTUBE video then? If it's not comedy, its not production, its not quality, its not look, then what the hell is left? (monetization, it's monetization)

First of all, Jimmy, why are you using internet lingo in this, it's not a text message, this is not a place for, idc, and lol, and not capitalizing your headers correctly??? Also like I said, he's chasing trends for monetization, and also he's just wrong, there are plenty of hollywood level shows and the like on youtube. You fully admit you do not care about trends and actively rush things?

This is just fucked??? Like of COURSE IT MATTERS??? Results based company is bullshit, your employees that worked for five weeks and failed aren't "lesser" then James, it's a structural failure! They still worked for HOURS to try and succeed?? That shows merit and loyalty??? What the fuck???

Rosanna covers this one in her video but it's worth restating that this is FUCKED??? It's clear overwork "your job is your family" culture. Especially the use of the word obsessive? If you do not OBSESS over your work, you are considered poisonous. NO WONDER we have so many reports of employees doing things they feel is dangerous or unsafe, if they don't they're considered POISON to the company.

The formatting in this doc continues to fucking kill me, what are you DOING man GET AN EDITOR

This feels like such an easy fix of just...make the thumbnail after the fact? Or only make a rough draft of one first? Like if production makes a red bouncy castle instead of a yellow one, that feels like an easy fix to the thumbnail OR a communication error, and again, that's on management

A lot of the next stuff is like analytics stuff that for the most part I can't really speak on as someone who does not do any of this stuff. There are a few things though

Which like???? what??? a lull??? what do you mean "watching a video without even realizing they are watching a video??" That doesn't scream good or even mediocre content to me. If I'm actively tuning out as I watch a video, that's bad. Especially because there have been plenty of times I've been like half way through a video i go "hey this sucks actually" and click off. They actively want their audience to not be paying attention to the video so it runs all the way through, that's kinda pathetic.

I don't actually know if this is common or not in this industry, but as an outsider this seems INCREDIBLY micromanaging to me, to an immense degree.

Jimmy why are you putting swears in your employee manual?? sir??? and also something about this whole thing icks me out, I don't quite have the words but the whole emphasis on "im different im special no one else can be me" just reeks of something kind of manipulative

Why is production changing so much Jimmy??? Infinite growth is the mindset of a cancer cell Jimmy! This is incredibly unstable working conditions! Also again with the word obsession, if you take time out of your own day on your own time to watch hulu, that's seen as not being obsessed enough for the company. This is nonsensical!

Again, this is INSANELY micromanaging, and also so fucking unhinged??? "God himself couldn't stop you from making this video on time" is NOT a healthy work mindset, things HAPPEN!!!

In this segment he's actually talking normal things but I did just want to highlight his use of "freaken" who the hell puts that in an EMPLOYEE MANUEL

Again with the micromanaging, and the immense pressure on employees for problems OTHER people do. While he's not fully wrong that you should be in more contact with the contractor then the example, this is too much in the other direction. How much time in the day does he think people have?!

My kingdom for a fucking paragraph break dude, my fucking eyes. Also this is a lot of "im so great and do everything and you should do more for me and if i dont know something that's your fault" for something titled "I am not always right"

I'm getting lazy with my highlighting, but again, the micromanaging? If you're SOOO busy, the first question should be the ideal? it's quick and makes a quick decision, while the second one meanders and meanders

Again, Jimmy is pushing blame for HIS mistakes on OTHER PEOPLE. For again, a section called "i am not always right" hes taking NO accountability for that and just making the SAME excuses he's berating in other places.

I can't even tell what he means here AN EDITOR JIMMY

Autism Hell tm, PLEASE email me so I can DOUBLE CHECK IT, things in writing are SO useful

Again the language towards "C-Players" which as mr beast has said, are the people who y'know, are NORMAL employees who DON'T live and breathe this company

Okay first of all, a Lamborghini is like 300k so that's already A REALLY hard task, and i sure hope don't usually put typos in the tasks. SECOND of all the fact he thinks its okay to go "hey if the studio is literally on fire around you and you stop working to get the Lamborghini, you're not doing good enough" even if he claims it as a joke is NOT OKAY what the FUCK

We've covered this before, but to reiterate this segment is named after a sexual assault reference when it could have been named ANYTHING ELSE and harasses employees and pressures them to break rules, don't do that.

I'm not an editor, so maybe this is normal, but as someone from the outside it seems strange to put this much emphasis on dividing focus between so many videos at once.

Jimmy, hun, are you paying extra for this? Because if I'm an editor and you want me FILMING stuff then i want to be paid more for doing TWO jobs and I probably still wont be as skilled a TRAINED CAMERA MAN

First of all now THAT'S a type, consteatants. Also the fact they are aware that leaving contestants out in the sun is bad, why are you not doing MORE TO STOP IT BEYOND "hey maybe giving them three hours of heatstroke is bad, try only two next time"

Don't we love favoritism, more shitty unprofessional writings, and a completely unstable work environment?

If your people have to pull all nighters period something is wrong, and if something happens to an employees car that could have seriously hurt someone, i sure hope you care more then just "LOL FUNNY" Who's picking up the broken glass? Who's reimbursing the car owner? That one meme of "your first care should be commitment to the bit" is a MEME jimmy, it's not ACTUAL ADVICE

Ah shit I hit image limit, well, you've seen enough screenshots to know these are screenshots, we're almost done I'll put them in as quotes

"Let’s say you are tasked with finding us a castle to live in for 50 hours and while doing research you find a castle and a number to call for the owner. So you do call, and he answers. Only problem is he says he quit the castle renting business to pursue his dream of building a 100 foot tall lego catapult. You can obviously tell where i’m going with this. Ideally you’d recognize that’s badass as fuck and try to convince him to let us use it when we do find a castle. This is a bad example because it’s so obvious but if you’re doing your job right you will be doing an absurd amounts of calls and data collecting. While trying to complete your prios and prepare for the video you should always be on the lookout for new things you can bring to your creative team to inspire them. Because just like me, they don’t know what they don’t know and you can’t just say “i’m in production and i’m not very creative” because that’s literally the equivalent of saying I suck at what I do. You also need to apply this same mindset when problem solving because many people lose sight of this stuff when in the weeds. If a problem appears, always always always ask yourself if your new plan is whats best for creative, not just the easiest bandaid."

First of all it's really funny seeing all the red lines pop up, second of all this insistent blurring of everyone's job seems so strange? Again maybe this is normal, but it really feels like Jimmy wants everyone working every job, instead on focusing on what they are actually hired to do.

"What is the goal of our content?

To excite me. The goal of our content is to excite me. That may sound weird to some of you, especially if you’re new but to me it’s what’s most important. If I'm not excited to get in front of that camera and film the video, it’s just simply not going to happen."

That's fucking weirddddd, like I get that he's trying to be like "im authentic" but it always feels like a bad sign when the goal of a company is literally just "What amuses the boss" like...bad sign

"this is youtube and there are constraints. You know the video can’t be a minute so you’re obviously going to need a story to hold the viewers and there are rules to storytelling. Our audience is massive and because of that you have to be simple, for 50 million people to understand something it must be simple. Content can be anything but there is structure and rules that we must mold it into that I want to teach you about, because virality doesn’t just happen. Every frame of our videos will be seen by 10s of millions of people"

Gross

"I'd say the average MrBeast viewer is a teenage memer that likes video games."

Mr Beast is completely aware of his demographic and puts screen shots of it, he is very aware his stuff is aimed at kids, even when its about gambling or hiring people not around near minors

"I feel silly for having to write this but all the time I talk to 32 new people that have at most seen like 5 or 6 of our videos and it’s mind blowing that they don’t see a problem with that lol."

It's almost like your audience is teenage memer and that people who working here are not in fact, teenage memers.

"What you consume on social media, when you watch youtube, tv, the games you play, etc. are what I like to call your information diet.

How do you stay up to date on the latest memes? How do you know what’s going on with celebrities? What’s trending on youtube? What other creators are doing? What’s popping on tik tok? Your information diet. Consume things on a daily basis that help you write better content."

If my job as a creative writer had my boss tell me to have to see whats "popping on tik tok" as part of my job i'd quit also again, the micromanaging of someone's life as well pops up again, it's weirddd

"It’s okay for the boys to be childish

If talent wants to draw a dick on the white board in the video or do something stupid, let them. (assuming they know all the risks and arn’t missing context on why it’s not safe) People like when we are in our natural element of stupidity. Really do everything you can to empower the boys when filming and help them make content. Help them be idiots"

More favoritism

"If you’ve made it this far you are probably at least semi interested in this being your career. So I wanted to chat about it. Because if you're ambitious and want to dedicate your life to work, you picked the best company in America to do it at. I really don’t care to hoard a bunch of money and I deeply believe in rewarding the people that help this business get where it needs to be. But before I get into that, let’s talk about the future. As I write this we have 2 teams, that will grow to 4 in the next year. (and possibly 8 in the next 2 years but I can’t talk about that cause james will kill me haha). We need more leaders in the company. Weneed hard working, obsessive, coachable, intelligent, grinders that can step up and take some of these leadership spots over the next 2 years. Every single department has an opportunity for you to grow in and you’re in luck because we don’t do yearly reviews. We do whenever the fuck you want reviewes"

Lack of communication from management, and more emphasis on grinding and crunch culture, goodie, all while riddled with typos! God.

"I see a world where this company is worth billions and one day 10s of billions. And those of you that help build this will be rewarded. I want nothing more then for you to go all in, obsessive all day everyday, and become so god dam valuable this company can’t operate without you. And in return for becoming so valuable I hope to give you incredible experiences, a fun place to work, and of course, more money then you could ever dream of making at any other company."

I feel like I'm reading a fucking pyramid scheme document here, "youre so so valuable spend literally every minute of every day on this company haha" good GOD man

[unicornpopcorn14]

Chuuya's reaction to Dazai getting hurt during the Lovecraft fight has always been so interesting to me...

Because it's the kind of worry you'd never expect from a character as gruff as Chuuya, who had displayed nothing but hostility towards Dazai so far. Usually, characters that are labelled as "angry" or "anger issues" (which Chuuya is much more complex than that but you get my point) act more as a tsundere type of way when the one they "don't care about" gets hurt. And show their care in very, very subtle ways (ex. their eyes widen, their mouth parts and closes again, etc) before putting up their front once more.

Chuuya, however, is open, and vocal about it. His worry is clear not only to us, but to Dazai himself, the one he shouldn't be displaying the concern to (as per the cliche). Shouldn't it be some sort of secret that Chuuya does care? Isn't that what skk's dynamic has been shaping up to be until now?

I'm telling you- the way my mind blanked when Chuuya just casually.... showed concern not once, but twice, was a sight to see.

Besides, the context makes it much more confusing, because Dazai isn't some rookie, and Chuuya knows that more than anybody. He was the youngest executive in Port Mafia's history, of course he can handle a hit or two. Of course he'd seen him handle a hit or two, sometimes without batting an eye.

Heck, Chuuya himself was hurling Dazai like a ragdoll in their reunion, which was their last meeting. And you could argue that he was going easy on him, but Dazai has mostly withstood the same damage (as far as I could see), and Chuuya was as bitter as ever.

So that kind of contradicts both what we knew of Chuuya so far, and how their dynamic was shaped to be. I mean, that just makes Chuuya a hypocrite, yeah? What makes him care now, all of a sudden? What makes him care at all?

Well, to me, this backasswards reaction implies one (or more) of the following:

- Dazai rarely got physically hurt during their partnership and thus this is an unexpected thing for him to see (during a mission).

- The four years of separation made Chuuya unsure of how much Dazai can withstand physically now. Also the fact that he isn't in the mafia anymore, aka fighting enemy organizations on the weekly, would naturally make Dazai lose his touch in a way, what prompts Chuuya's reaction.

- Dazai getting taken off guard took him off guard which led to panic. Especially since the situation was (momentarily) out of their depth. Seriously wtf even was Lovecraft?

- During the dungeon scene Dazai was an enemy, while in the Lovecraft fight he was as an ally. The difference might be significant to Chuuya.

- This has always been Chuuya's reaction to Dazai getting hurt regardless of the situation.

- "Only I can hurt him like that" ahh logic

- Asagiri was still experimenting with their dynamic and thus there are some inconsistencies.

This scenario didn't play out again (after their reunion) for me to exactly determine which one is more plausible, but it is 100% canon for Chuuya to shamelessly show his concern and run to Dazai to check on him before properly dealing with their opponent, which I find to be such an appealing layer to their dynamic, and a good spin on the type of character he gets stereotyped as.

Bonus: Dazai also becomes a softy when Chuuya's hurt, especially post corruption. Dead Apple alone displays that multiple times.

All in all, Skk are doing a terrible job at maintaining their 'hostile' and 'antagonistic' relationship post their reunion. Freaks.

[writeriguess]

hey darling! could I please request a katsuki bakugou x yn (dating) whereby they got into a heated argument post fight (against a rather dangerous villain) in which yn took a shot that was evidently meant for kats, so he’s reprimanding yn on how careless they are (as he struggle to properly express himself), thus, yn just accepts his scoldings and mean words and became distant w him. of course, he feels guilty after some time and tries to talk to yn, but it’s not going in his favour whatsoever (a cliff hanger type of ending please, thank you!)

Fears

The air was thick with the lingering scent of smoke and gunpowder, the aftermath of the battle still fresh in the ruined streets. Katsuki Bakugou’s hands were clenched into tight fists, his jaw locked so hard it could snap. The streetlights flickered dimly, casting long shadows over the debris, the only sounds being distant sirens and his own ragged breathing.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" His voice was raw, hoarse from shouting commands during the fight—but this was different. This was anger laced with something else, something heavier. "You just fucking jumped in front of me! Do you have a goddamn death wish?"

You stood there, the pain from your injury dull compared to the sting of his words. The wound on your side throbbed, the makeshift bandage already darkening with blood. But what hurt more was the way he was looking at you—furious, livid, like you had betrayed him in the worst possible way.

“I—”

“No! Shut up! You think you’re a hero for pulling that shit?” His crimson eyes were ablaze, but they were also shaking, betraying the fear he refused to voice. "You don't get to be so fucking reckless! What if—what if you had died, huh? Did you think about that?" His voice cracked slightly at the end, but he masked it with a scowl, stepping closer, towering over you as his hands trembled at his sides.

You swallowed hard. "I just... I couldn't let you get hurt, Katsuki. I—"

"That's not your fucking job!" He raked a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "You’re supposed to have my back, not throw yourself in front of me like some dumbass martyr! You think that makes you strong? It makes you fucking stupid!"

You bit your lip, absorbing the weight of his words. He didn’t mean it—at least, not the way it sounded. You knew that. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, barely audible over the distant sirens.

Bakugou stilled. His breath was ragged, his hands still trembling at his sides. He wanted to say more, but the words refused to come. He wanted to tell you that the thought of losing you had made his blood run cold, that seeing you bleeding out on the ground had sent a fear through him that he didn’t know how to handle. He wanted to admit, in some messed-up way, that he had never been more terrified in his life.

But all he did was scoff. "Whatever. Just... don't fucking do it again."

You nodded once, silent. And then you turned away.

Over the next few days, something changed. You still showed up to missions, still trained, still shared space with him—but you weren’t really there. You didn’t joke around like before, didn’t meet his eyes, didn’t linger near him like you used to. You spoke when necessary, but your words were short, distant.

And he fucking hated it.

At first, he convinced himself it was fine. That you just needed space. That you’d snap out of it soon enough.

But days passed, and nothing changed. And the guilt settled in, suffocating. It ate away at him during training, during missions, during sleepless nights where he found himself replaying that moment over and over. The way you had looked at him. The way your voice had sounded so... small.

One evening, he finally cornered you outside the agency, frustration boiling over. "Oi," he called, but you barely glanced at him before continuing down the steps. His eye twitched. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"

You halted but didn’t turn around. "What do you want, Bakugou?"

The way you said his name—so formal, so devoid of warmth—sent a sharp pang through his chest. "What the fuck is your problem?" he snapped. "You've been acting weird all week."

You exhaled slowly, gripping the strap of your bag tighter. "I got your message loud and clear, alright? You don’t have to yell at me again."

His brows furrowed. "What message—"

"That I'm a reckless dumbass who needs to stay out of your way."

Bakugou's mouth opened, but no words came out. Because that wasn’t what he meant. That wasn’t what he wanted you to take from it at all.

You finally turned to look at him then, and something in your eyes—something unreadable, distant—made his stomach drop. There was no anger, no fire, no fight left in you. Just a quiet kind of acceptance. And it fucking scared him more than any battle ever could.

Before he could get a grip on what to say, you turned and started walking away again.

And for the first time in a long time, Katsuki Bakugou didn’t know how to fix what he had broken.

[boobertronian]

Backstage Fun

Nayeon & Jihyo x 10 Strangers

Didn't intend to do this one but ended up doing it anyway

Proofread by @vorrentis

Word counts : 6786 words

All works are fiction

ENJOY !!

“Man tomorrow is our last day at the concert! This tour is draining!”

“You can say that Unnie! I can’t wait to get home and sleep !! Man my house is so messy now I haven’t clean it properly in months …”

“At least you like to clean … I don’t…”

“Yeh … I'm tired too unnie, hopefully after this we’ll have our REAL break, I wanna get back to my usual routines”

“Yup. Not gonna lie but I know our fans are supportive and all and I appreciate it, but performing non stop is so tiring . I wanna do some fun besides … just performance and move around the states."

“I second. Maybe we should do something after tomorrow before we head back to Korea. What do you have in mind?"

“I don’t know. Honestly, my mind is blank. We can walk around the street? Try some food? But not sure how much we can do in only few hours before flight."

“Huh … yeh … sounds quite impossible… maybe we’re just gonna do the same thing like we usually do.”

“Actually… speaking about walk around… earlier during our concert I saw an empty space behind this stage, not sure what that place is but looks pretty big . “

“Really? Wait … I think i saw that one too. Is it behind those huge props over there?“

“That’s the one! You wanna go check that out?"

“Well since right now we’re on a bit break so yeh why not?"

Nayeon and Jihyo rise up from the dressing room and quickly go to the place. They discover a giant empty space a bit further from the stage, sitting between the parking lots .

“Now this is odd, a space with nothing here, and … doesn’t seem like anyone will pass around here, maybe the security guards and some staffs but looks pretty empty for real “

“Yeh, so … that’s it? We come all the way here and … nothing happened lol. Welp I guess we’ll have to go back unnie, don’t want the girls wait “

“Actually… Jihyo… I have an idea… of fun … if you wanna try lol .Unless you’re not so it’s fine “

“So … what do you have in mind unnie? I'm willing to hear?"

Nayeon then starts to explain everything of her idea to Jihyo, they were starting to get exited.

“Oh ho ho unnie that’s brilliant! Well, i guess we’ll have to use up that time then .It might be the most fun we’ll have this tour.”

The two both hurry back to the stage and finish the rest of their concerts.

The next day…

“ONCE! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING HERE AND ENJOYING OUR PERFORMANCES!! WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! WE’RE HOPING TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN!!! HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!!! AND ONCE AGAIN VERY THANK YOU!!!"

As Twice finish their concerts, Jihyo and Nayeon, hurry back to the dressing room and say goodbye to everyone.

“Hey girls! Me and Nayeon unnie gonna have to go somewhere a bit before heading to the airport! I'll see you all there ok? Don’t be late! Everyone did a great job today!!"

“Oh … ok? Nayeon-Unnie and Jihyo please take care!!"

“We will !! See you girls at the airport!"

As the rest of Twice and their managers, security crews left, the rest of the stadium also wrapped up their chores. Jihyo and Nayeon, waiting for the last person of the area to leave, they then dress up in their solo concert outfit again, doing some light makeup along the way.

“Jihyo you sure we’re all that’s left at this place?"

“Yepppp! I asked all those security guys that we bribed earlier today! They’re sure of it! So, time to proceed to our plans!"

“Let’s gooo!!"

Jihyo and Nayeon, in their outfits, walks fast to that empty space. In front of them are 4 security guards dress in black, wearing shades and earphones on.

“Hey guys! You remember our deals? No one will be allowed to go back here and nothing will interrupt this ok?"

“And make sure it’s all a secret? Nothing will spill out from you guys?"

“Yes Ma’am! Thank you for paying us that much! Must’ve been the highest payments ever for us! But yes, nothing will get out of this place without us noticed or anything will be slip from us too!"

“Good! How about you guys let us in and deliver “the packages”?"

“They will be here in 15 min ma’am! We won’t fail you! So please come in!"

As Jihyo and Nayeon enter the place, the guards lock the doors.

“Step 1 done! I'm excited unnie!"

“Me too! I'm glad you’re in this together with me Jihyo, only you can actually get on with this.”

“Unnie, I feel like we’re all adults and we’re just having fun, we won’t have much chances like this so again, why not haha!”

“Now that’s the spirit! Oh here they come!"

The four guards open the doors, they let around ten people in, each have a black cover on their faces and a bracelet with red lights on their wrists.

“Ma’am, we delivered the packages right one time! Please enjoy! We will be out here all night, once everything done, just push that small remotes we gave you earlier and we’ll be here!"

“Awesome! We’ll send you some more tips afterwards!”

“You’re too kind Ma’am! Have fun!"

As the guards remove the black cover on the people’s face, they quickly close the doors, leaving the guys and our two idols alone in the big empty space.

“Okay the hell is going on?! Who are you guys!? And … why the hell are we here?!” One yelled out.

“Beats me! I don’t even know why the heck are we here?"

“ I was at a bar and somehow I got here? Like wtf man is this kidnapping?"

“And … who are you girls? Like … why the hell are we here? Who are you?"

"Hello! Do you guys recognize us?"

“ like hell we do? Who are you two? Some sort of rich kids?"

“And why drag us here? Those big ass dudes back there scare the hell out of me!"

“Yeh! Why are we gathering here? Some sort of … wait… are we being sold to some rich people or are we in some sort of Squid Game shit?"

Nayeon and Jihyo then laugh out loud

”Oh no no! We’re not those people! Not at all! We’re … singers and dancers! I'm Ji and this is Nay! We’re sorry if the guards are looking quite scary but you’re here for a purpose! And that purpose only available tonight!"

“Huh? What the? Singers? Dancers? Uh … why drag us to this random ass place? Are you nuts? And what sort of purpose?”

“Yeh … like seriously.. I have things to do back home so … make it quick yo!"

“I guess you guys can’t be patient so we’ll just tell! So me and Ji here we’re gonna dance and sing to you guys! If you can “last” through our performance, we’ll give you a big treat!"

“Yes! And I think you’re gonna like it!"

“Yeah yeah whatever… let’s get this over with! Jesus christ, must be some rich ass parents want to torture us with their kids weird antics!"

“Alright you two … do whatever.. then let us leave. Not like we have anywhere to go.”

“We’ll start! Enjoy!"

Jihyo and Nayeon turn on the music and start dancing. At first, they’re using their Twice songs and choreo and try to hook the guys, but they don’t seem interested.

“Ok wth is this music? Like what are they singing?”

“Idk man … but … somehow I kinda like it!"

“I don’t… like … sounds so noisy . Let’s hope they end this quick so we can go “

Seeing the guys being disappointed and disinterested, Jihyo and Nayeon wink to each other for some cues.

They then start to add some spicier dances, grabbing their tits, slap their asses, curve their bodies in exaggerated movements.

“Ohhh … huh .. so they’re… strippers?"

“Don’t know … but I'm starting to like this.“

“Yeh that chick with the leather looks hot though and the other girl looks kinda cute.”

“Yeh … guess this ain’t too bad.”

The girls keep on dancing and then, much the to the guy’s surprise, they slowly start to remove their garments and throwing it to the sides.

They uses their hands to move up and down their bodies to slowly peel off their panties and waving their butts to the guys, flashing their pussies and asses.

“Ohhhh hoo … niceee!!"

“Damn these chicks … not sure who they are but they know what they’re doing!"

“Damn I wanna grab those!"

Jihyo and Nayeon keep on dancing and remove more of their clothing, with Jihyo removes her top, exposing her big tits, while Nayeon removes her entire lower half, leaving her with her top and leg stockings.

The girls once again do more sexy moves, tease the best parts of their bodies to crowds as they’re cheering up louder .

“Ohhh fuckkk yehhh!!! This is way better than those bar strippers!!!"

“Holy shittt!!! Keep going you two!!"

“Damn yeahhhh!!"

Suddenly, the two stop, turn off the music.

“Wait what??? That’s it!??”

“What the-Why you two stop??”

“Yeh?? We’re in the good parts!!"

Jihyo and Nayeon look at each other and smile, then turn their heads towards the guys with the brightest smile ever

“So … what do you guys think of our performances so far?"

“Well it’s hot! And we want more!"

“Yeah! Come on you two keep going! Y’all doing the best part!"

“Hehe, before we CONTINUE, do you guys still wonder why you end up here?" Nayeon asked.

“Come to think about it yeh, like why the hell are we here? And seriously who are you two again?? Like … are you really singers and dancers?”

“Yes we are! We are actually part of a singer group, and we are very famous!"

“Seriously no clue who you two are but … you’re hot that i can say!"

“That’s good! Which is why you guys are here because you’re not our fans and you don’t know who we are! And we like it! Me and Nay here we’ve been training our entire life for singing and dancing so we’re veterans in our industries!"

“Ok … but again, why are we here ?? You haven’t answer that question this entire time?"

"Hehe, do you see the braces on your wrists?” Jihyo points at her wrists to emphasize as they all look down.

“What the-!?” They start to take them off, but realize they can’t, “Hold on! I can’t seem to take it off!? And what’s with the red light!?” One yells.

“Holy fuck is it some sort of time bomb?!” Another shouts out as they’re all pulling harder.

“Hehe no, they’re trackers actually. The guards put them on you so you won’t be able to go anywhere beside this space. And also, it’s also a timer!" Jihyo explains as some stop trying to pull as the others kept on doing so.

“Trackers?! The fuck are you doing to us!?”

“You going to hunt us?!”

“Please calm down! We won’t be doing anything like that! Let us explain about this DEAL we’re gonna have for you okay? Promise it won’t take long!”

The guys stay silent now.

“So me and Ji here have been on tour for the last few days here! And we … got a bit bored so today we’re planning to have our own fun! As you can see on your hand braces, they’re set for two hours of timing, which meannnnsss…”

The guys look at another and don’t know what to do.

“Which meannsss you guys, in those hours, can do ANYTHING you want with us! You’re very welcome to !! We’re planning this one time DEAL just for this! And, you guys have exactly two hours to do it once we push the buttons here!" Nayeon finishes explaining.

“And … you can have our bodies any way you feel like! We will not hesitate to try with you! As long as you’re all agree that it will be only in two hours! After that, the deal will stop and the guards will help you back to your places! We’re about to leave to the airport to go back to our countries so make it worth our while! What do you think?” Jihyo adds as the guys, eyes widen, mouths open wide while doing their best to collecting their thoughts.

“What the … the fuck did I just hear? You’ll let us … do what?”

“No this-this has to be a trap!”

“Yeah, no way they’re letting us do that!”

“I’m out of here,” one of them turns around

“I’m finding a way out. These two are crazy.”

“This is joke right?”

“No joke! We will let you enjoy fucking our bodies for two hours! Whatever you do up to you! Any sexual desire you want: blowjobs, doggy, anal, anything is possible with us for the next two hours.” Nayeon brings her hand up, making V sign and winks at the guys.

The guys couldn’t get this through their head.

“Hey forget what they’re saying, let’s try to get out.”

“N-no, no this- this sounds like a prank, are there goddamn cameras around here? Or a crew hiding behind somewhere around this dump?”

"Oh no, I don’t wanna wind up on national TV for this!"

“As you can see here, we’re in an empty space and literally this stadium is clear with people, and it’s already midnight so we can very promise you there will be no tricks! No camera no crews, just us! We’re not lying to you and we don’t look forward to end up on national broadcast for this either, this is a TOP SECRET DEAL!“ Jihyo counters as some of the guys are starting to believe this.

“Yes! If there are any cameras or crews, we are betting our entire careers on it! And we’ll take full responsibilities! We don’t want to ruin our reputations either! We worked hard and today we just wanna have our fun! And we just simple hope you guys will enjoy! We hope our little performances convinced you enough but we should really proceed to this phase!"

The guys look at another, but now hearing this, some are turning.

There ain’t no way, if true, they are going to say no on having a full pass from these two, but it is way too good to be.

“Fuck it,” one of them said while stepping forward, “if I’m dying, I’m dying to do this. My life sucks as it is.”

Another speaks out as Jihyo and Nayeon smiles.

“Then come up here, you can either have me or her,” Jihyo points as the same man walks slowly towards them as the others watch.

“He’s going to blow up…I know it…” another speaks out as they watch him approaching near the girls. The man then eyes Jihyo’s breasts and Nayeon’s body up and down.

“Well~ Who will it be?” Nayeon crosses her arms as Jihyo presses her breasts together, rubbing them to entice the man.

That did effectively as he stepped towards Jihyo.

“Course your tits won.” Nayeon grumbles as Jihyo winks at the man.

“Good choice, feel free to do whatever you want with these~” She drops her arms and pushes her chest out as the man gulpes and slowly reaches out.

His hands then move under her breasts as Jihyo giggles at the coldness.

“Woah he’s…he’s actually touching her.”

“Hold on, we can’t be sure it’s safe yet.”

He takes a few seconds and after seeing nothing is happening, the man raises his hands up towards her nipples and begins to tease them as Jihyo moaned softly.

The man goes further and squeezes her boobs harder as Jihyo moans harder as well.

“I-I think it’s safe guys…” Another spoke from the group.

“We told you it’s safe! Now hurry up and touch me ~” Nayeon beckons the others to come.

“You know you can do more than touch~” Jihyo grins as the man in front of her eyes her breasts and back at her as she nods.

‘Fuck it, if I’m dying, I’m dying a happy man!’ He then brings his head lower and grabs one of Jihyo’s nipples to his mouth.

“Oh god…” She combs his hair as he starts to suck on the left and then the right.

“God this feels better.”

“Holy shit…” another male spoke up as one by one, they walked forward.

“I’m heading to the other now!” one started to go at a pace as Nayeon smiled.

“Finally.”

The one with Jihyo was still sucking her tits and then groped her ass hard too as Jihyo moaned louder.

“Oh yeah! Get rough with me~”

Some guys start to stand up and approach the girls.

They’re walking slowly, still being scared of camera pranks, but they can’t resist the urge to touch the two beautiful girls in front of them

“Are you really sure if we touch you …. the braces won’t kill us or anything like that?” One asked as Nayeon nodded.

“Well look at him. He’s not blowing up right? Come on don’t be scared!"

A few guys start to reach their hands onto Jihyo’s abs, some on her other breast as the one guy stopped alternating and sucked on her right one still, while some others touching Nayeon’s legs and tummy.

“See? Nothing happened!”

“Yehhh … but damn wth… your bodies are freakin smooth, soft and tight!!"

“These tits are huge!!"

“And those thighs are so smooth girl! What’s your name again?"

“Nay! She is Ji! You guys can just call us like that!"

“Hey guys!!! They’re fucking awesome!!! Come join us!!"

The guys then all join in by getting closer, as their braces start to turning into green lights, indicating the timers have started.

They’re separating into two groups, half of them are for Jihyo, the other half towards Nayeon.

Their hands hungrily touch, grab and move around the girls body parts like nothing can stop them, which is exactly what the girls wanted from the start.

“Ahh .. yess … exactly like this !! How are you guys feeling?? Yes touch me there more!"

“Hah .. yes… please.. your hands… more over there please!”

“You girls ever try this before? You seem to enjoy it way more than we think!"

“Ahh … well … not like this for sure! Yes please put your hands there!"

“That’s right! Yes … please do it harder!!"

“Guess we’re gonna have to PLEASE you then! We’ll enjoy this !! Ain’t no way we miss out on this!"

The guys then ramp up their lusts and take it further.

For Jihyo, they’re groping her tits, pinching her hard nipples while keeping some hands groping her abs, down to the thickness of her thighs.

The first male then stopped sucking on her tit as another quickly took his spot and another male on the other one, both taking her nipples and sucking hard while she’s moaning.

For Nayeon, the other guys letting their hands running roughly on her tummy, going along her smooth legs.

Some fingers are diving and spreading her pussy lips out, while some grabbing her cute butt cheeks.

The guys continue their actions onto the girls’s bodies.

They don’t know who are these girls, they just don’t care anymore at this point.

All they care are the pleasures and the amounts of sinful things they can unleash onto these beautiful girls, and even better, the girls’s encouragements are a treat for their hungry souls.

Jihyo and Nayeon don’t stay inactive for sure as they find ways to move their hands around the guy’s crotches, reaching for their hardened dicks under the clothes surfaces.

Some even help the girls by pulling their “little friends” out in the air, or just strip down their lower pieces of clothings, whatever they are.

In matter of seconds, the girls now have the chances to witness the numbers of dicks, in different sizes, waiting for them to “explore”.

“Holy … shit, these are nice dicks, we’re in for some treat right Nay?"

“Right on Ji! We’re hitting jackpots!"

“How about you girls taking care of us too? We can’t wait!”

Jihyo and Nayeon lick their lips, and in one go, they both drop down to their knees with dicks pointing at their faces, straightly like pistols.

The idols then go on with their procedure, sucking dicks left and right while giving handjobs to some, don’t care which directions, they just suck them all.

They don’t even go slow either, fast and sloppy, because it’s more exciting that way.

“Ahhh yesss fuckkkk, suck that dick Ji, don’t leave me hanging!"

“Shit, best cock sucking ever Nay! Your lips are amazing!"

“Holy fuckkk!!! Fucking good !! Wanna fuck your tits Ji!"

“Goddamn it Nay! Take that cock!"

Jihyo proceeds to give them titty fuck while still taking on dicks in her mouth.

Her tits squeeze their dicks harshly, making them poking in and out between the crack of her two mounds.

Nayeon on the other hand attempts to give her guys deep throat sessions, the deepest ones she goes in her mouth tonight.

The guys are cheering up, moaning out loudly to the girls like how their fans always cheer out loud for them, but this is way dirtier, full of sexual tensions and lustful desires.

The sessions are going on for around ten minutes, until the guys couldn’t hold themselves anymore.

"Fuckk!!! This shit is too good!"

“Fuck yeh!!! You girls are so amazing!!!"

“Man I’m going to explode from this!"

“We want more girls! Can we? Can we really do whatever the hell we want with you? Can we … really FUCK you girls ??”

“Isn’t that … why we’re all here? Come on guys, Ji and I are here for that pleasure!!” Nayeon confirmed.

The words from the girls are like needles breaking through their awaiting sinful thoughts.

The guys groan out loud, they get rid of their own clothings, throw them away forming piles in different corners.

Their naked selves surround the two pretty idols again, peeling and nearly ripping off the rest of the girl’s garments with their rough hands.

It doesn’t take long for them to finally be all naked, with their bodies being groped and ravaged again by the guys.

Time wasting isn’t an option, the guys then put Jihyo and Nayeon into their desired positions for each of them.

“Heyyy I'll go first you jerk!"

“Eyy man you stay your lane, I'll go first!”

“Fuck that! You dorks stay behind, I'll go!"

“I'll gonna whack you for that, I'll go first!"

“You lusty fuckers, I'll go first!”

All the guys start to argue amongst each other as the two girls sight.

“Hey guys! Don’t fight !! You all will have turns!” Nayeon waved her hands.

“Yes! Please! How about we’ll close our eyes and randomly choose one, then we’ll start from there?" Jihyo thinks of an idea as the others groan.

They take one hand to close their eyes, the other hand is pointing their fingers towards the guy and moving left and right.

After a bit, they stop their fingers at two random guys, making the others yell out in disappointment

“Fuck! I should’ve stay there!"

“Goddamn it! My luck ain’t it today!"

"Hey guys! We won’t stay here this entire night, so please, I don’t think you wanna waste time arguing! We promise you will get your fair turns! Please don’t argue and proceed with our deals! We don’t want you to not enjoy it either!"

“Alright just go with it!"

“Fine !! Let’s go!"

For Jihyo, the guy lets her into a cowgirl position, penetrating his shaft into her opening pussy lips, while the others from her crew surround them while stroking on their “guns”.

For Nayeon, the other guy sets her into all four, penetrating her from behind in her sexy vagina, and of course, her crew also doing the same thing as Jihyo’s crew, surround the two while prepping their “pistols“.

In tandem, the guys start to thrust into the idols.

Jihyo is riding her guy up and down, her tits are bouncing through each thrust and pounces, intentionally making the guys more hype and more aroused.

Nayeon, while a bit less active, letting her guy holding on her slim waists and pound straight to her butt cheeks, leaving ripples from each pounding.

The guys are going harder for them, the girls couldn’t stop leaving their mouths open and moan out like singing their solo songs.

"Fuckkkk Ji! Your pussy is super tight around my dick!!"

“Oh yeh!!! I love it … when your dick goes straight up .. to my pussy!!!"

"Shitttt Nay!!! Your walls are squeezing me!!!"

“Fuck me harder!!! Go harder … please really harder for me!!!"

With that, the guys from each crew are taking their turns fucking the beautiful idols.

Theses are new experiences for both Jihyo and Nayeon, either it’s a slow fuck, or a harsh pounding, letting both on a roller coaster ride of emotions.

Their faces are turning red, their moans are so erotic to the point the guys are losing their patiences, filling their mouths with their dicks one at a time while waiting for their turns in the girls’s other holes, spit roasting Jihyo and Nayeon crazily.

"Fuck!!! Can’t stop pounding you Nay!!!! Suck that dick while I'm pounding ya!!"

"Suck this dick Ji!! Pound that dick harder!!! Bounce your tits harder!!! That’s right!!! We won’t stop!"

“Hahh … yess … fuckk … your dicks are ramming me hard!!!"

“Yesss…god … please fuck me more … I wanna make it wilder please!!"

As requests from the girls, the guys also freely change their positions with them.

Jihyo, back flats to the floor, her legs are being spreaded to both side, as her guys are slamming their dicks into her repeatedly in her tight pussy while letting her grab onto some other’s dick in her pretty lips.

Her tits are still bouncing like no tomorrow, while the guys openly grope them and teasing them for their own pleasures.

Once they’re bored with the position, they lift her up for another new rounds of standing doggy, her ass up in the air while they’re pistoning down to her, leaving her a screaming mess with the most erotic moans she can get.

Nayeon on the other hand, enjoys herself with some new rounds of reverse cowgirl, bouncing her plump butts on top of any guys she can take, hands and mouth pleasing the other dicks like nothing can stop her.

Her pretty face’s expressions and her sensual moans are giving cues to the guys to try something new with her also, pounding her in a side position from behind, with herself feeling both the pleasures and the hard poundings to her crotch.

“Fuckin hell you girls!! You’re really something!!! You’re irresistible!!! Sooo fucking good!!!"

"Holy shit!!! Don’t think we can pull out of ya for long!!! Take our dicks like a real pro!"

"Seriously!!! Whoever you are!!! Fuck!!! You girls must be the best ones we ever get to fuck for sure!!!"

“God … yes… I'm glad … you’re happy!!! I feel so good!!! God you guys fuck me so good!!! Right Nay ?? How … how are you feeling ???”

“God … can’t think!!! Too … too much pleasure!!! So fucking good!!!"

An hour passed by, the sexual acts keep on harder and harder with no signs of stopping.

“Guys!!! I think … we should … use the next hour … our last hour … for something… WILDER !! You can FUCK us both … whichever holes you want … but make it HARDCORE!!"

“YESS!!! Ph fuckk!!! Just stretch our holes guys!!! We only have one more hour!!! Go ballistic on us!!!"

“FUCKIN HELL YEH!!”

And here we go again.

Letting their desires control their actions, the guys discuss with each other a bit.

Then, they get Nayeon and Jihyo, facing each other, then lowering the girls down for another cowgirl ridings.

As the girls are immersed into new rounds of pleasures, looking at their reddish faces while riding hard onto their guys below, the others are prepping them for the final sexual acts they would blow their minds.

The two guys below them start to simultaneously grab onto the girl’s smooth back, pull them towards their chests a bit.

The girls, seemingly understand what will happen, tilt their heads up enough for them to look at each other, crack up a wicked smiled while winking at the same time.

Their faces are sweaty, their cheeks are pinkish red, their eyes are half opened due to the ongoing pleasures.

Their mouths open, breathing in and out with each pumps below them, preparing for the greatest penetrating acts they could ever known.

Two more guys lined up behind each girl.

Their hands and fingers are kneading the girl’s butt cheeks, playing around with them as their fingers make way to the girls’s tightest entrance, moving their index fingers and thumbs over the surfaces, teasing the girls before penetrating them inside.

“You girls ever try this before? You seem to like this!”

“Yeh … man you girls are not hesitant at all!”

“Haa .. yes … we … never tried … not at once … like this! So please!! Do what you want! Fuck our holes!”

“Yess!… We want it! Because of this!! We want it!!! Fuck our tiny holes please!!”

“With pleasure ladies!!”

Using their fingers, the guys slowly penetrate their anal holes one digit at a time, as the girls breathe out fast through the motions.

Once they feel like their holes are quite used to it, they replace their fingers with their long shafts, poking at the girls’s puckered small holes .

With some efforts, the guys penetrate their hard “guns” into Jihyo’s and Nayeon’s pretty anal holes.

Their tightnesses are fighting back at first, but, with some few tries, they’re able to push their entire length into the girls’s crazy warm and tight walls, feeling like the guy’s long length are being wrapped with every inches they enter.

“Fuckkkkkk!!! FUCKKKK!!! Soooo fucking tight!!! Holy fuck my dick is feeling everything!!!”

“Shieeettt!!! Damn it this is the tightest one I’ve been entering!!!!”

“Hahhh … GOD !! Your dicks are entering me!!!"

“OH shiiitt!!! My holes are being doubled!!! Hahhh …. Soooo full!!"

Hearing the girls, the four guys start their sinful acts together, double penetrating the beautiful idols.

Each pair rams their dicks as hard as they can into the beautiful girls, enjoying their warm holes with their thrustings.

No longer want to hold back, they’re fully unleashing their deepest desires, fucking the girls into full oblivion.

“SO FULL!!! FUCKKK !! MY HOLES ARE … SO GOOD!!! WHATEVER YOU DO!!! KEEP FUCKING ME !!!!!"

“ARHHHHHH!!! DON’T STOP!!! AHHH!!! FUCK ME MORE!!! HARDER!!! HARDER PLEASE!!! I FEEL SO FULL!!"

Nayeon and Jihyo’s scream are so loud the doors can barely contain their noises.

Outside, the guards, while still standing and mingling on their phones, have to look back towards the concealed entrances while smiling at each others.

“Damn lol, these ladies are wild haha!”

“Man, I was surprised they requested us for this lol, I guess they’re more than meets the eyes haha! Oh I just quoted Optimus Prime haha.”

“Well I don’t care, it’s their lifestyles, I don’t judge. Besides I’ve been with other celebrities before and they were either this crazy or even more but man, these ladies are probably the nicest ones I’ve ever worked with!”

“Hell yeh dude, they paid us like five times the salaries we’re getting! Shit I'm doing everything if I'm getting paid like this! They’re so nice to us unlike some douches or spoiled brats we used to work with, man those were fucking annoying.“

“Fuck yeh me too, gonna buy myself a new car! And a goddamn new PC! Can’t wait to get off this job and laying low.”

“That’s right! Man, I'm so glad we’ve met them, heck, they can ask me to do any shit they want, they’re so nice and polite! Heck, I wished I was their guards in the first place, must’ve been nice.”

The guards keep on chatting and giggling outside.

While back to the empty space, our beautiful idols are happily being ravaged by a bunch of strangers, without knowing the girl’s real identities.

No one ,even their group members, their staffs and managers, or their lovely fans could know that their beautiful idols are enjoying sexual acts with multiple men, in their own consents.

Probably the most shocking news of this is this event being spilled out to the press and media.

Jihyo and Nayeon are having the time of their lives, being double penetrated and taking turns from the guys.

Their minds are completely blurred with pleasures. Their bodies are being handled in ways they couldn’t imagine, but that’s what they want, that’s what they need to get out of the repetitive boredom of concert travelings .

From having the guys fuck their holes in reverse double penetrating positions, to being lifted up in either both legs or one leg tiptoeing, nonetheless their holes are being fucked and filled in without any delays.

“ARHHHH YESS!!! Fuck us like this more please!!!"

“My holes!!! They’re soooooooo fulllkk arhhhhhh!!"

“Can’t stop enjoying our dicks aren’t you girls? Oh well, HERE COMES MORE OF THEM!!"

The guys are also completely giving in to their wicked thoughts, treating the girls bodies just as they like, without any signs of holding back.

Their dicks are finding full ecstasy inside the beautiful idols’s tight holes, making them moan, scream, or lustfully laughing out .

The girls show no signs of being “defeated“, the sexual acts right now are their ways of destress, at some point making the guys wonder if these girls are actually singers or someone else entirely.

“FUCKKKK!!! MY HOLES ARE SO FULL OF DICKS !!!!! FUCKKKKKK!!! NO WAY YOU GUYS … I … I WANT MORE!!! NAY DO YOU SEE THIS ??? I’M SO … I CAN’T STOP MYSELF!!! FEELING TOO FUCKING GREAT!!"

“I CAN’T STOP MYSELF EITHER JI!!! I CAN’T STOP ME!!! ME LIKEY … LIKEY SO MUCH!!! OH FUCKKK!!! MORE AND MORE PLEASE!!!"

The guys are making sure every positions for the girls, they would either do them facing each other or side by side, making the tensions and somewhat “competitions” more compelling and fascinating.

The girl’s holes are being stretched and gaped, their bodies full of sweats, some parts of their limbs are even having handprints.

Their mouths and hands are busy left and right, doing their best occupying the dicks from inside them and to their sides.

But they don’t seem to mind at all.

They only care on how much satisfaction they can get from the amount of dicks onto them.

As a result, their squirts are nothing but a culmination of full delights from their hard-line intercourses.

Time is slowly running out. Seeing the guys are close to reach their final climaxes, the girls are giving them signs to surround them like how they start, with them kneeling down in between the circle of guys, heads are tilting up, mouth open, waiting for the final explosions.

Their pretty faces are enough to make the guys feeling the pumps in their dicks, urging to burst out in any moment now.

“Cannot hold it anymore!!! GIRLS !! Take our cum!!!"

“Fuck yeh!!! Gonna give you huge loads!!!"

“GONNA CUMM!!! Gonna fucking cummm!!!"

“That’s it!!! Cum on us!!! GIVE US YOUR FINAL BLOW!!! End this with a HUGE BANG!!"

“Yes!!! MAKE A MESS ON US !! Do it guys!!! BLOW THEM OUT ON US!!! Make sure to give us your loads!!! We wanna remember tonight with some great selfies!!! SO DO IT!!! REALLY GIVE US THE CUM!!"

The moment finally comes, the guys shoot out their huge and thick strands of cum onto their beautiful sex partners.

Their cum increase one after another, flying straight onto the idols, either hitting Jihyo’s beautiful face, onto her massive tits, or hitting Nayeon’s sexy lips, cute twin tails or on their naked tummies.

It only takes a few seconds for the girls to be fully covered and painted with cum all over their bodies.

Their entire features are now being stained with cum, with the girls are now looking like abstract artworks in museums.

As the last guys finishes their ejaculations, the arm braces finally shut down their lights, signaling the end of the session.

Within seconds, the four guards open the doors, accompanying them are a group of cleaners dressing up in black protectives outfits akin to medical suits, entering the space without saying anything.

The male members, along with the guards, pick up each guys from the group, clean them up with their specialized sanitizer tanks, dress up their tired bodies like how they came in.

On the other corners, Jihyo and Nayeon, in their tired self, their body sore and their holes are throbbing, doing their best selfies together in both lewd and cute positions, with themselves still covered in thick cums.

The members of the cleaning team then help them form up makeshifts foldable bathroom stalls, help the girls clean up from their “sexual displays and evidences”.

Some minutes pass by, the girls are already back in their casual clothing states, with no sigh of any previous sexual activities, while guys are once again having their eyes and faces being hidden in black covers, with the guards and male cleaners drag them away.

The girls, while still tired,are slowly walking out of the room, let the rest of the cleaning crew do their parts, and at the end, the empty space is being cleaned to the very corners, leaving no trace of the sinful acts happened just two hours ago.

As Jihyo and Nayeon finally walk out of the stadium, there are many cars waiting for them outside.

As the last minute of nice gestures, the girls give out envelopes to each member of the cleaning crews, as they and the guards all bow to the girls, with the two bow back in returns .

The group of people then separate into different ways and disappear through the night, without the world knowing about the night time debacle.

As Jihyo and Nayeon, in their cars resting onto the seats, giggling and chatting about their “adventures”in small voices, suddenly they receive a message from both their phones :

" Hello Ma’am, or should I say Miss Nayeon and Miss Jihyo. I'm the representative of the four guards accompanied you tonight, we want to do our last report for you before we finally leave you to your lovely days ahead: as promised from our deals, we delivered the “packages“ back to where they came from, safe and sound, with of course some warnings and measures for them to make sure they will never ever speak out or spill out anything about tonight.

We can make sure of that for you so please don’t be worry, we have a lot of experiences in this matter. As for payments, we can’t thank you enough for the opportunities, as this is a life changing moment for us, and we’re forever grateful to you ladies.

This message will be the last time you will ever heard from us four, as this number will be disabled as soon as you leave the country.

We hope that one day we can tend to your needs once more.

Thank you for everything and goodbye, may you live well and prosper.

Your guards,

Leo - Raph - Donny - Mikey "

The two finish reading and look at another and nod.

They shall remember them.

As they arrive t the airport, they finish their process at immigration and catch up with the rest of the staff and members.

“Nayeon- unnie!!! Jihyo!!! We’re here!!” Sana raises her hand and waves as the two walked towards them.

“Hey girls!!!! We’re finally here!!! Sorry for the delay!!!! We got you some snacks and food!!! You’re all good? Nothing missing?” Jihyo promptly asks

“We double-checked just in case. We thought you stuck in traffic jam.”

“Good. Sorry Jihyo and I lost track of time but it was pretty exciting!!!”

“Oh really? Where did you two go?" Jeongyeon questions as Jihyo looks at Nayeon, the eldest is smiling back as the leader turns to the rest.

“Once we go back home, it’ll be story time, you’re gonna LOVE IT!"

[ozzgin]

content: gender neutral reader, NSFW (public lewding, praise kink)

Monster!Butler is an exceptional employee, displaying all virtues one would expect from his job and status. If he is to confess one flaw, however, he would agree his jealousy can become a tremendous weight, especially when it comes to you - his favorite little human.

He first discovered his shameful vice when you brought someone over, your smile a little too wide, your cheeks one shade too red. Oh, what an embarrassing affair, yet he couldn't help it: he paced back and forth outside your door, biting his claws, praying your sanctity wouldn't be defiled by some pathetic creature. He had to take matters in his own hands. He could not stand the thought of someone else having their way with you.

Consequently, the very next day, he proposed to you a peculiar arrangement: if you are to fool around, why not do it with someone you can trust, someone who can guide you along properly? Please, he nearly begged, use him for whatever needs or curiosities you might have.

How he relishes in this cheeky secret of yours! To be the one to know all of your desires and preferences, to be the only one to hear your sweet whimpers. As a matter of fact, he will sometimes afford a little self-indulgence and do something otherwise outrageous; he'll teasingly play with you around other people, almost erratic from the delight of claiming you so shamelessly, so publicly.

Your fingers tremble above the piano keys as the other guests chatter in the neighboring room.

"Just like I taught you, (Y/N)," your loyal butler will encourage you, whispering in your ear. "You're doing so good. I'm proud of you."

You squirm in his lap, feverish and stuffed to the brim. With every movement, you can feel his erection throb inside you, edging you closer.

"I really don't think I can p-play", you mumble, too worried that opening your mouth fully might result in a moan slipping out.

As if to mock you further, he readjusts his seating, pushing himself even deeper. You bite your lip.

"It's only polite we entertain the guests, my dear. Background music is an important element, and it blocks out any other distracting sounds."

His large hands hover underneath your wrists, nudging you to continue.

"You can let go whenever you want," he coos, breaking his usual conduct. "I'm here to take care of it."

Truth be told, the monstrous servant is finding it equally difficult to maintain his composure, especially once you begin jerking in his hold, reaching your peak. He has to bury his snout against your back, releasing a deep, quiet grunt.

God, he adores you so much.

[Monster Butler Intro]

[luveline]

omg would die for a concussion fic with remus <33

—your concussion causes moderate memory loss, and you forget some very important details about your relationship with Remus. fem, 1.3k

“This is nice.” 

You toy with the ring on Remus’ finger, turning it around and around and around. With your weight bearing down on his right arm and your hand secured around his left to stop him from moving, there isn’t much he can do besides say, “Yeah?” 

“I love when guys wear rings.” 

“I had a suspicion.” 

You wince as stars flash through your vision, pausing in your toying to press your face into his chest. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

“I can see black and white spots.” 

“Oh, no,” he says sympathetically. “Close them, dovey. Take a breather.” 

The chair under you is uncomfortable, your back aches, your head twinges, but Remus is comfortable to lean again. He’s wearing one of his big hoodies, old enough to feel like brushed cotton under your cheek and against your nose, decals washed away. He steals his hand back to pat your shoulder, an image of patience. 

“Sorry. This isn’t a good second date.” 

Remus leans down to talk near your ear. “Dove,” he whispers, “this isn’t our second date, remember?” 

“It’s not?” 

“No, sweetheart. But that’s okay.” 

“You’re really handsome so I don’t want to mess it up.” 

“Mess what up, the date?” he asks. “You didn’t mess it up, it went very well. It was a year ago, but.” He smiles, his breath warming your face, his arm hot around you and securing you to his chest.

“A year ago?” 

“Yeah, a year ago. We went to winter wonderland and the bookshop by the train station and you wouldn’t let me buy you any books.” He laughs softly. “But I got you one eventually. A couple by now, at least.” 

“That’s nice.” 

“You’ve bought me a hundred more, it’s awful.” 

You raise your head to squint at him. “I have?”

“So many,” he whispers, dipping his chin down to kiss your nose, to your wide-eyed delight. “But you let me look after you in other ways.” 

“Let you?” 

“Yes, let me. It’s part of…” He cups your cheek quickly. “Sickness and health and everything. I have to keep you happy.” 

“Ah.” His ring is warm on your cheek. “Sickness and health, like we’re married.” 

“Something like that.” 

You straighten up as someone behind you coughs aggressively. A little further down a baby cries against a mother’s chest, and the TV plays a quiz show you’re starting to hate. Moving your head has black haunting the sides of your vision again, the light seeping in from the automatic doors too much to handle. 

“I’ve asked Sirius to bring you some sunglasses.” 

You turn around. “Sirius, that’s the one with the motorbike?” 

“Yeah. He should be quick. But maybe they’ll have called you in again by then and we can go home.” 

That’s right. You’ve been seen once by a doctor for triage, and sent back out again when they deemed you only mildly concussed, no bleeding on the brain, but an X-ray ordered for safety's sake anyways. That’s what you’re waiting for. Remus is waiting with you, because he’s a very nice man. 

“Sorry if I’m ruining your Saturday.” 

Remus’ hair falls from behind his ear as he lifts his head properly. “I think you might be having a worse day than me, so I’ll forgive you. I'm joking!” He tucks that stray strand behind his ear unsuccessfully. “You could never ruin my Saturday. I’d spend the entire bank holiday weekend in here with you, I only want them to look after you so I can finish the job.” 

Heat like a kiss on each cheek. You bring your hand to your nose, overwhelmed. “Really?” 

“We spend a lot of time together, sweetheart. I know you don’t remember right now, but I love you.” 

“You do?” 

“Don’t tell me you can’t feel that.” 

You look at him with the sunshine caressing the side of his face, his three mean scars and his scattered beauty spots. He has thick eyebrows, light brown eyes in the sun like honeyed tea, and a playful smile. More frown lines than smile lines, but the beginnings of crows feet speaks to some joy, at least. You bring your thumb up to a small wrinkle and stroke it, before tucking his hair behind his ear. It’s too short to stay put for long. 

“I love you,” you say surely. You do, even if you can’t remember more than your first date. 

He’s a good kisser, you remember. He’d pulled you back from your door and kissed you like you’d stolen the breath straight from his lungs. 

“I know.” He brings your hand from his ear to kiss. Gentle, he strokes your knuckles, his thumb turning a golden ring where it sits on your marriage finger. 

“It’s really like we’re married, we have matching rings,” you laugh. 

He holds his hand up between you. “We are married, lovely girl.” 

You steal your hand back. He waits without hurry, though a line of concern marks his brow. “Are we? When did we get married?” 

“Only a few days ago, but we’re married. This wasn’t on the honeymoon agenda.” 

He takes your hand with care and shows you the gold ring on your marriage finger to match his own, aligning your hands. The colour hadn’t seemed important a moment ago, nor the placement, but now you’re seeing them you realise you’d made a small misjudgement. It’s not like you’re married at all, you simply are. 

You frown. The way he’s holding your hand feels familiar, though the idea that you’re married is preposterous. You can’t remember any ceremony or reception, a proposal, nothing. There’s simply blank space there, which isn’t very nice. But… 

You’re not scared. You haven’t been worried once all day. 

“You have a concussion,” he says quietly, practised, like he’s said it to you before. “And it’s resulted in some amnesia, but it’s going to get better very soon.” 

“We’re definitely married?” 

“Unless you’ve changed your mind.” 

“I don’t want to change my mind.” You fluster quickly with what you’ve said, looking down at the hospital’s linoleum flooring. 

Remus takes your hand where it lays on your thigh and squeezes it. A thread of memory tugs at the touch; you remember this. His tender concern. His constant support. 

“Then you don’t have to. Whether you remember me or not, I’m here to look after you, okay? I’m right here.” 

You nod without looking up. His hand knows yours no matter what you remember, rubbing at all the best parts, holding with the perfect amount of pressure. 

“You okay?” 

“I guess our second date really did go well.” 

“Better than I could ever explain.” He tugs at your hand until you look at him, his head already ducked to keep you pinned by his gaze. “You’re like my shy girl all over again. I forgot how nervous you used to get.” 

You can see the Remus who became your husband and the one who scared butterflies into action every time he looked at you coalescing. “You’re really good-looking,” you explain. 

“And what do you think you are?” He rubs your hand. “You’re beautiful. Can I have a kiss, dove? Is that okay?” 

You squeeze your eyes closed. You’d been fighting stars in your eyes anyways.

When Remus kisses you, your body responds to his touch like it knows him. Your heart thuds against your ribs, your lips know exactly how to move and when he’s going to turn his head. Love for him shines through it. His love for you makes your chest hurt, his chaste kissing like a straight shot of oxytocin. All your worry saps away. 

“Feel any better?” he asks knowingly.

You remember enough about his teasing to withhold an answer. He kisses your cheek, his smile unmissable on your skin. 

[a5p3nnn]

Pay me properly - Landlord Toji

Your heart pounds in your chest as you step into his apartment.

Rent's due. Your bank account might as well be a sick joke.

Toji leans against the counter, shirtless, sweat-slicked from the gym—his dark hair pushed back, veins crawling up his thick arms. A lit cigarette dangles from his mouth, lips curling upward when he sees you hesitate to enter in the doorway.

“Are you really just gonna just stand there,” he drawls, “or are you finally ready to stop playing house and pay me what you owe?”

You gulp hard. “Listen Im really sorry but I just don’t have it this month.”

He exhales smoke slowly with a sick grin, letting the tense silence fill the room.

“You think I didn’t expect that?” His voice is low, dangerous. “Cute little thing like you living above me, acting like I can’t hear the way your bed creaks at night.”

Your breath hitches.

“You’ve got two choices princess,” he continues, pushing off the counter and walking toward you, each step feeling like a threat to your existence. “You can get out. Or…” He grabs your jaw, his rough padded thumb dragging across your puckered bottom lip. “You pay me in another way.”

Heat begins to flood your stomach.

You hate him his arrogance, his confidence, his stupid fucking smirk. But even now, your thighs press together.

“Say it,” he murmurs. “Beg for your rent.”

You blink up at him with damp teary eyes. “Please… I’ll do anything. Just don’t kick me out. I'm working on getting a job.. so just please."

Toji grins, slow and twisted.

“That’s more like it.”

He shoves you onto the couch with one hand. You're beneath him before you can even blink, legs spread as he tears your pajama shorts down. His hand grabs your face again, harder this time, forcing you to look at him as he kneels between your thighs.

“Didn’t think you’d end up like this, huh?” he mutters before pressing you into a rough kiss. “Whoring yourself out to your landlord. Letting me wreck you like it’s some form of payment.”

You whimper—but you don’t stop him.

“Look at this,” he sneers, dragging a finger between your folds. “Already wet? Fuckin’ slut. You want this.”

“I don’t—”

“You do.” He pushes two thick fingers into you suddenly, and your back arches with a sharp cry. “You like being treated like trash. You came down here knowing just what I’d do to you.”

He pumps his fingers hard and fast, thumb rubbing harsh circles over your clit.

“You’re just a dirty little brat who needs someone to ruin her.”

“Toji—fuck—!”

“Louder. Let the neighbors hear what kind lousy of tenant you are.”

You moan his name like it's your way of worship, gasping, legs trembling as he pulls away.

You whine at the loss.

He undoes his pants slowly, deliberately, letting you see the size of him thick and heavy.

“Crawl,” he says, voice deep and cruel. “Mouth first. You don’t get to pay me with your cunt until you’ve earned it.”

You drop to your knees without thinking. His cock slaps against your tongue as you suck him in, choking on the stretch. He groans low in his chest and grips your hair tight.

“That’s it,” he growls lowly. "Knew that mouth was good for something."You're better than the rent. Maybe I’ll charge double next month just so I can ruin you all over again.”

When he’s had enough of your mouth, he yanks you up, bends you over the couch armrest, and shoves into you from behind with no warning. You scream, half pain, half pleasure, as he slams into you relentlessly.

“So fucking tight,” he snarls, smacking your ass hard. “You’re gonna let me fill this pussy, huh? Stuff you full like my personal fuck toy.”

You can barely speak you can only moan, cry, drool onto the couch as he breaks you apart from the inside out.

“Who owns you?” he demands, voice dark and low against your ear.

“You—fuck—Toji, it’s you—!”

“Say it louder.”

“You own me!”

And you mean it.

You come again, legs giving out, walls spasming around him until he groans, gripping your hips and slamming in deep one final time filling you up completely.

“Rent’s paid, baby,” he mutters, breathless and satisfied. “But I’ll be collecting again tomorrow.”