#uh oh clo’s talking again

[merriclo]

we didn’t do anything in orchestra class today bc our director was gone so i pulled out my 3DS and within minutes there was four people gathered around watching me work through lord jabu-jabu’s belly. there is love in the world and the way to find it is to play oot in class.

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝑿𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑹 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒔𝒔

╰┈➤ ❝ xavier x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : essentially pwp (without plot), fluff, softdom!xavier, needy xavier, kisses, slight dry humping, slight nipple stimulation, heavy petting, teasing, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, soft sex, slow sex, kitchen sex, counter sex, dirty talk, praise, use of pet name "angel", lmk if i missed any tags!!

wc : ~3k

Sometimes, Xavier couldn't resist you at all... and who's to say you could ever resist him?

"...Xavier?"

You felt warm hands snake over your waist, hot breath tingling the nape of your neck. You own hands, loosely holding the pan and spatula in front of you, froze in place.

"Mmm."

A hum was all you got in reply, the soft nuzzling of his nose against your neck almost making you melt.

In retrospect, he wasn't doing anything else, really. Just holding you close, seemingly savoring the warmth of being near you, occasionally swiping his thumb over the side of your waist affectionately. Soft, innocent touches, you would say—but after knowing him for as long as you have, you've quickly learned that he was quite the expert at downplaying every little thing that he did. You knew his intentions were anything but innocent, even when he tried to attempt idle conversation with you.

"What're you cooking?" he mumbled, voice low and clearly laced with lingering grogginess. The raspiness ever-present in the way he spoke brought vivid images of the night before—deeper, rich tones of his moans, his eyes closed in pleasure as he plunged his cock into you—

You cleared your throat.

"Oh, uh.... Pancakes?" you offered a feeble smile, slightly glancing to the side as he propped his chin on your shoulder.

Another hum of acknowledgement, and you immediately felt the hairs on your neck rise up.

He was getting to you. Very. Easily.

A steady breath to calm yourself down, and you shook your head. "...Did you just wake up?"

The hesitation in your voice was glaringly obvious to you, but Xavier made no indication that he'd noticed. His eyes remained curiously on the pan, watching as you poured in the batter for the aforementioned pancakes, rubbing soft, fluttering circles where his hand now rest over your clothed stomach.

And even as he let out a dismissive "Mhm, slept pretty well", even as he pulled you closer towards him, he was just so... calm. So nonchalant, so innocent, so—indifferent, almost, to the butterflies going wild in the pit of your stomach.

"It smells good, though. I like it when you cook."

He didn't notice...

...But he did notice.

You just knew he noticed.

As if to prove your point, he spoke again:

"You're wearing my shirt."

His words made you freeze.

Earlier when you'd woken up and entangled yourself from his embrace, it was your first thought to go and put on something of his. You didn't think much about it, the cold of the morning air hitting your skin without the warmth of his own, suddenly feeling a bit too exposed without his blanked draped over you. So you'd thrown on one of his t-shirts, smiling to yourself as you caught the familiar scent of his lavender-laced fabric conditioner. You felt comfortable in the way they draped over you long enough to reach halfway down your thighs, and you thought, it couldn't hurt to just wear it for a day.

It wasn't the first time you'd worn his clothes in front of him, and you didn't think he would make any comment on it...

But the fact that he did, meant that it had something to do with the way he was acting.

"O-oh, I... Um, it's the first thing I saw in your closet, I hope that's okay..."

"Mmm... But why? Didn't feel like wearing yours anymore?"

The way his words lingered in the air made it easy to catch his implications; after all, you could still remember the way they'd been strewn across the floor, painting his room in a messy scene almost as proof of your night's activities. While you'd collected them into a neat pile near his closet once you woke up, you didn't necessarily want to wear them...

"...Your clothes are comfy?"

You let out a nervous laugh, trying to distract yourself by beginning to flip the pancakes over, reminding yourself in your head just where you were and what you were doing. "I mean, you're not... mad, right?"

You didn't really think he was, but you couldn't think much at all, period.

And naturally, Xavier shifted to lean up, lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear."Not at all, angel," he whispered, and you could feel the way the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "It looks nice. You should keep this one."

His voice, so close to you, made you flush almost immediately, a wave of warmth coarsing through your body.

He was being unfair.

You huffed, a barely visible tremble in your hands as you slowly flip over the last pancake. "Xavier... You're distracting me...!" You tried to deflect his words, but the tone of your voice came out in somewhat of a whine.

You truly wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

You were playing right into his hands despite knowing this was a trap in the first place, and you thought to yourself, shame on you—your profession as a hunter barely amounted to anything once he had you in his arms like this. Because Xavier wouldn't give you a break, not like this, not in the way you would melt with such ease and he had every opportunity to just... play with you a little.

He chuckled, slipping his hands beneath the shirt you were wearing, breaching whatever tension had lingered in the air between you two. But the first touch of his fingers on your skin made you jump, only barely relaxing as they found found home on the curve of your waistline—

"Xavier!"

"Hmm...? What...?" He was mumbling against your skin again, light kisses on the side of your neck, having you instinctively tilt your head away to give him easier access. Though you wouldn't dare to look at him, you could be almost certain that his eyes had closed, even as he pressed you closer against the stove oven, your hands gripping the handle in front of you as the spatula fell with a soft clink to rest against the pan.

"X-Xavier, the food—"

You swore you could feel the smirk on his face widen.

"Why? I'm not doing anything. I'm not even stopping you."

Playing innocent, of course.

His characteristic sleepiness had yet to truly disappear in the way he spoke, but even if he might have been sleepy, he wouldn't fool you with the way he was acting. For despite his words, his hand moved lower and lower, trailing from your waist down to the plush of your thigh... You had to bite down whatever noise was on the tip of your tongue, your own eyes closing as you felt something poking against your rear.

"...Not yet," he added to his previous statement, breathing on the nape of your neck.

You could succumb.

Xavier had one hand massaging your thigh, the other lifting up your shirt just enough to expose your lower half, fabric of his sweatpants and a very present bulge rubbing slowly into the curve of your ass.

His breath shook—and just like that, whatever image of innocence he'd built up in the past few moments crumbled instantly.

"Haah—sorry, angel," he mouthed at your skin, voice exceedingly quiet, almost drowned out by the sound of his open-mouthed kisses all over you. "Are the pancakes done yet...? I really need you..."

You really, really, really could have succumbed.

And as you fumbled with your hand to switch off the stove, a small "...Yeah" falling from your lips... you did.

From there, it didn't take longer than a few seconds for Xavier to lift you up onto the counter, the chill of the marble surface hitting your skin.

"X-Xavier, we could—! T-the room is just—aah—!"

He leaned down to nuzzle his face into your chest, almost shaking his head, humming disapproval in exaggerated little mmmn's. One hand rest on the curve of your spine to hold you in place, the other still gently squeezing at your thigh in soft, rhythmic pulses. You couldn't help but lull your head back when he began mouthing at your perked nipples, peeking through the thin fabric of his shirt.

He was almost like a kitten as you watched, seemingly losing himself in the tiniest of things. His eyes moved in slow, tender blinks when he looked at you, tip of his tongue flicking wet patches against your clothed nub. The sensation of his licks had you drawing in a shaky breath—you reached out to slowly rake your fingers through his hair.

And you couldn't look away.

Bluer than blue, his sleepy eyes seemed to twinkle—you couldn't tell if it was from amusement, or satisfaction, or something like a mix of them both, but if it weren't for the fact that he was steadying you over the countertop, you were sure you would have melted right into a puddle on the floor.

"Xavier, you're so needy..." you pouted, though the softening of your gaze erased any hint of exasperation.

When he'd momentarily closed his eyes again, slowly leaning up to place a quick peck on your lips, you felt him smile. "You just look... kind of hot, like this." He sighed. "Couldn't stop thinking about you and last night, angel, and then you're like this..."

If your ears didn't betray you, you could have sworn you'd heard a whine fall from his lips.

"How come you didn't even wear any panties...? You're so unfair, angel... I can't go back to sleep like this..."

He was whining.

It was a stark contrast to his more commanding demeanor from the evening before, and had you the strength to truly resist the way his desire would pour right into your body, perhaps you would have teased him a little. He sounded so needy, so desperate—like all he wanted was you, you, you, so much so that even the thought of eating a breakfast cooked by you was less appealing than taking you here on the kitchen counter. You almost couldn't believe it—Xavier adored your cooking.

But you swallowed as he pushed you open, gently guiding you to rest your feet on the surface as if to hold your position in place.

He didn't say anything like he usually would—no comment about your wetness, no comment about how he liked seeing you all spread out for him, no comment about what he wanted to do with you.

Just silence, stepping back to kneel on the floor, half-lidded eyes now eye-level with your glistening cunt.

And then,

"...Breakfast," he said quietly, eyes moving back up to yours in an almost puppy-like gaze that had you clenching around absolutely nothing. "So you won't get angry. I'll eat first."

You could only grit your teeth to suppress a groan at his words.

This fucker, you thought, lower lip trembling as you watched him settle closer to your pussy, hands resting over your thighs to keep you in place. He had the audacity to give you the softest of smiles, before he stuck his tongue out... and licked.

It was slow, at first.

Testing.

Teasing.

He swiped his tongue from just above your slit, to just below your most delicate area—and he pulled back, slick trailing from the tip of his tongue, before repeating the same slow, gentle movements. All the while, he would refuse to break eye contact with you, and you shuddered under his touch.

"X-Xavier, don't tease..." you pouted.

The look in his eyes flashed with momentary amusement. He didn't speak, too busy flattening his tongue against your folds, languidly gliding up and down and barely curling at the tip of your clit, to bother voicing his thoughts at you. But you could hear it, almost—I'm not teasing, he seemed to say, denying his grip on you, denying the way you were trembling at his mouth.

Once he fell into a gentle rhythm, he curled his tongue into the side of your folds, diggind, searching, as if determined to lick you through every little crevice. The tip of his tongue found the eager opening of your entrance, then, and even the slightest touch had you throwing your head back with a moan.

And then he didn't bother going back.

You felt him smirk against you as his tongue was back to your center, lapping at your folds, taking your slick into his mouth in consistent yet lazy swipes.

"P-please, Xavier..." Whines fell from your lips once more, hands tightly gripping the edge of the counter.

But still, he refused to reply, refused to move even an inch away from you, his eyes shining at you in pure delight. Embarrassingly wet sounds were all that you could hear from him, even as you tried hard to keep your composure, barely containing the sounds that threatened to spill out from you.

"Ngh—fuck... Xavier, please, please, more—"

It seemed as if he hadn't been listening to you very much since you'd started, but now, for once, he allowed himself to give in just a little bit.

With another glide over your entrance, he pulled back for a split second to lick his lips, before wrapping them over your clit. In soft motions, his tongue swirled around you. Once, twice, thrice—and then a suck and a pull, releasing your clit with arousal already dripping down his chin.

He smiled at you, then. "Yummy," he said, casual tone colliding with the pure joy in his eyes, before he dove back in to repeat the same motions, tongue flirting with your sensitive bud.

"Xavier!" you cried, panting heavily, fingers reaching out to grip in his hair. You could feel yourself pulse in response to his actions, grinding your hips against his face. Your body went weak, and the hand remaining on the edge of the counter was barely enough to hold you up.

By now, Xavier's eyes had been slowly lulled to a close, soft, open-mouthed moans resounding with wet, slushing noises. The way he was drinking you up, almost slurping at your wetness had you crying out his name on a constant, fingers digging deeply into his scalp when he finally, finally pressed his tongue inside of you.

His grip on your thighs was tighter now, burying his face into your cunt and almost dragging you impossibly closer to him, causing you to fall back against the marble, the cold wall barely supporting your slumped figure.

"X-Xavier! Xav—hng— X-Xavie—"

This time you clenched tightly around his tongue, feeling it slither around your walls almost mercilessly, reveling in the way the tip of his nose would brush in your clit just right. It didn't take long for you to unravel. You creamed all over his his face, frozen, trembling, panting haphazardly.

Only then did Xavier really pull away from you, leaving kitten licks all over your core, easing you through your high.

Your eyes were closed, but you could hear the rustle of fabric and subtle shifting around you. His warmth pressed close to you, breath fanning over your face. "You taste good, angel," he whispered. And you could pout at the way his mouth glistened with your arousal, having opened your eyes to the hazy lust in his own.

You felt weak; spent. But a happy smile splayed across your lips, and you stroked his hair lovingly. "...But you're hard, right...?" you murmured. "You were already so needy, and yet, you still put me first..."

Xavier laughed. Soft, and quiet, he kissed your lips in a delicate flurry, allowing you to taste glimpses of what he had drunk up just seconds ago. "I know. But, I... don't think I'll last very long once I'm inside you..."

You almost giggled at his honesty. You wondered what thoughts he'd truly had when he woke up, to get him searching for your heat first thing in the morning... But you chased his kisses for one last time, before you felt him press his tip at your entrance.

"Please,"  his doe-like eyes looked into you with the most adorable pout, and how could you say no to him?

Xavier laced his fingers with yours when he pushed in, letting out a slow breath, stilling to allow you to take in the way he shuddered just bottoming out within you.

"Does it feel good?" You searched his eyes even as your sensitive walls accepted his length, a size you could never get used to despite how many times he's sheathed himself in you already.

"...Mhm..."

Xavier fell forward.

His weight pushed you back against the wall, and he nuzzled into your neck like you've found in recent weeks that he was very fond of doing.

"So good, angel," he sighed. "So, so good."

Unlike the way he'd been teasing you relentlessly for the past couple of minutes, now, it seemed like he'd submitted entirely to his own desires. For Xavier, you knew, that meant holding you close, and enjoying your warmth—proved by the way he would rock his hips back and forth, slowly, slowly, despite the way he would shudder with every thrust, despite the way he would groan into your skin unabashedly.

Praises would fall from his lips like they usually did, but you found them to be repetitive. Like a chant, like he wasn't thinking, like he was just rolling out words that he felt at the tip of his tongue.

"Ngh... S'good, angel... so good, so good, so good..."

You sighed into his hair, eyes closing at the gentle rhythm.

It was rare for you to see Xavier so drunk on you like this.

In retrospect, you liked it—you didn't mind his pace, didn't mind the way he would whine at you and refuse to let you move away from him. You were grateful that he wasn't taking this time to pound into you like he sometimes did, especially given the way you'd come on his mouth not too long ago. But you supposed, perhaps... he'd had his fair share of fucking you senseless, already the night before.

True to his words, he really didn't take very long, barely keeping his own composure when you clenched over his cock. His hips stuttered, and a whimper fell from his lips, and he was looking at you, eyes glowing softly, pouting under your loving gaze, filling you up with his cum.

"Haah... Angel... Thank you, angel..."

His voice was barely a whisper, tiredness seeping deep into his eyes within seconds as he pulled out and held you close.

It was cute of him. You could almost squeal at the image.

...And it would have been your normal reaction, had he not just made love to you in his kitchen, of all places, and had the edge of the counter not been covered in a pool of cum that was dripping down onto the floor. Because the way that his eyes closed and the way that he took in these slow, deep breaths, told you that he most certainly planned on falling asleep like this. You tapped urgently on his head, determined not to let him do that.

"Xavier... Don't sleep... We have to clean up! A-and, the pancakes will get cold..."

You could sigh at the way he groaned, shifting to bury himself deeper against your chest, voice muffled.

"Don't wanna."

He was almost like a child.

"Xavier—" you tried again, "The kitchen is too messy for you to sleep in—"

"Mmm. Five minutes. Just five. It's a pretty mess, anyway, angel, and I've already had my fill, just... Let me... Close my eyes..."

"Xavier—!"

⁺₊ / an: this came about because bestie and i talked about the boys' questionable locations for sex and she said xavier would totally take you on the kitchen counter... so i went feral over the idea like any other xavier stan would, but this turned out way softer than i expected it to!!! one day i'll be able to write pure filth for our star boy without it going on for so long and drowning in fluff ....... but that day is not today.

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Buddy Daddies x Delinquent Teen Reader (1)

You’re home was on the streets 

Practically abandoned by your parents, you relied on one of the local gangs for your family

Working to join them for some semblance of protection against the world

And as it would happen it helped 

Despite your teachers and guardian-having friends warning otherwise

Thanks to them you were eating

A far cry from what you were left to before

But past aside your doing well 

Gaining experience and becoming more of an asset to the gang before your saddled with an unlikely obstacle

“Hi there! My name’s Miri, what’s your name?”

Suddenly this bubbly smiley kid is following you around

Somehow finding you in dark alleyways and shadows of buildings 

This kid just won’t leave you alone 

No matter how much you reprimand, sneer, or blatantly insult this kid 

“Kid! Didn’t I tell you to kick rocks? Now if you don’t leave I’ll steal your shoes.”

“W-what, don’t take my shoes my papas got them for me!”

“Then. Leave. Me. Alone.”

she just won’t leave you alone and it all comes to a head when she approaches you when your with your friends

“Well well look at this little tyke!”

“Oh my gosh, they're so small! (Y/n) I didn’t know you had a baby sister!”

“I don’t.”

“Yeah! My name’s Miri.”

And despite your protests they all invite pressure Miri to join you all on a…midnight stroll

Along a train track

It goes as expected and your crew successfully go along the train track until you hear the dreaded sound of the train

And as it would have it Miri’s shoes get caught

“Is everyone off the tracks?”

“Whooo that was close!”

“Where’s Miri?”

Your group resigns to stand by and watch horrified as she struggles with the track and the oncoming train approaches 

Way too close to the train you’re able to yank Miri from the tracks narrowly missing the train hurling by

“Whoa that was clo–”

“See what happens?”

“What? What are you talk–”

“See what happens when you hang around me?!”

“W-what but I love be–”

“You! Almost died! Can’t you see?! You don’t belong here so GO! Go home before you really get hurt.”

She goes home that day with tears in her eyes

While you wordlessly turn back to your group to head back to base

hoping that you don’t see her ever again

For awhile you don’t and things are back to normal

And while you’re spray painting the gang’s sign on a wall a burly woman knocks you to the ground

“Hey watch it, punk!”

“You wanna go pipsqueak!”

Apparently she was from a rival gang, looking to contest this area

Sending a quick call to your team, you prepare to fight this lady 

Narrowly ducking her first punch 

You throw your own 

Standing victorious as she buckles 

But you too would fall to your knees

after a whopping hit in the back of your head

It was an ambush 

And easily you found yourself at their mercy 

Only being released when you hear the separate thuds and the released grip from your arms

“What the–ooomf!”

Your original attacker is silenced by a guy with blonde hair 

Who punches them into a headlock before pulling a gun with silencer

“H-hey-”

Before you could stop him he pulled the trigger, nonchalantly reaching to the sky in a stretch

“Ah man after so long it seems I’ve still got it!” 

You shakily stand holding your arm that stings in pain

You try to limp away while he continues flexing 

But he notices

“Ah ah! (Y/n) don’t run away!”

You sneered, “How do you know my name?”

“Uh…not important. But look, you need to come home with me! Miri misses-”

“Ugh are you Miri’s daddy or something?”

“Papa actually–” “Look old man, what I said to your kid is true. She needs to stay far away from me and you know what? Maybe you should try watching her better.”

“We did. And we were.”

The tired voice was right above you 

Close enough to your back that you could now register the warmth teeming off them

You jump, despite the pain you back away against the brick wall

The man that spoke had black hair pulled back to reveal a pale guy with a grave look on his face

“Ah-! What he means is: we’ve been watching after you and Mirin. And we’ve decided that we’re going to be the papas you need!”

“What?!”

“Ahem we’ve decided–” “You're coming with us.”

“What?! Huh?!”

“Rei! You can’t just say that they're not going to understand!” 

“They’ll understand better when we get them home.”

“No no but there’s a method for these things and with someone of their age–”

The blonde kept talking to the one identified as Rei seemingly dividing their attention

You took the chance to limp as far as you could away reaching into your pocket to retrieve your last line of defense

“That’s enough of that.”

In a flash of black your pocket knife was out of your hand

Briefly squealing in pain at the pressure point being hit near your neck

Slumping into Rei’s arms he moved to cradle you rolling his eyes at Kazuki’s musings

“Rei!? They obviously weren’t ready!”

“They would’ve never been ready.”

“But we did the whole save-them-be-the-saviors-routine!” 

“Does it really matter now that we have them?”

“...Mmmm….Mmmmm!...I still would’ve preferred my way.”

The sounds of tires screeching and the sound of modded engines coming to halt

Had them both perking up

“Oh! Those bad influences actually came!”

“That was unexpected. The broken brakes should have kept them busy.”

“Now here’s the question: do we handle them now or later?”

“Did you throw your back out yet?”

“Hah! Not yet, yours?”

“...”

“Then I say we give ‘em a show!”

When you next awake 

You’re in a well furnished room

All patched up and nursing a sling for your arm

Immediately you get up finding yourself at the top of the stairs before you spotted them

“Hiii (Y/n)!!!” “Ah, good morning (Y/n) did you sleep well?”

There words don’t reach you as you register the blonde man from before and the little girl who’d been following you around

Why were they acting so calm?

They kidnapped you!

And the little girl was in on it too?

“Welp, we're heading out for preschool.”

 “Yup bye (Y/n) later I can’t wait to cele–mmmf!”

The blonde’s hand goes over her mouth sending her to get her shoes before waving to you

“I’ll be back soon! Breakfast is on the counter!” 

Not long after they disappeared from sight you heard the slam of the door

Good now you can–

“Going to have breakfeast?”

Once again that voice rang from behind you

Turning to see the same man with the grave face but this time with scruffier-relaxed look to him

His eyes were still intense and they held you in place all the way to the kitchen 

While eating some regretfully delicious french toast with Rei watching diligently 

Guess this was your life now…the newest unwilling addition to the family

[stop-talking]

No thoughts, only Derek Danforth sending you nudes while you're at work...

(Thanks, Holden. 🙄) @freak-accident419

Tags: 18+ g!n reader, mentions of drugs, no real smut, just dirty talk and nudes

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Your phone buzzes in your pocket for the twentieth time in the past five minutes, and you have a sinking suspicion you know who it is.

Who it always is.

With a sigh, you try and discreetly look at your phone underneath your desk. Opening messages from Derek while you're at work is always a gamble, considering he spends 90% of his time high, horny, or a mix of both.

As soon as you tap the notification, your screen is overtaken by cock. The tip red and glistening with need, his hand wrapped around the shaft, mid-pump...

Fuck.

You quickly turn your phone off, shoving it between your thighs and sitting up straighter. That bastard. He knows you're at work.

Of course, now he also knows you've opened his messages. Your phone vibrates angrily between your thighs, and you start to wonder if putting it there was a smart move.

Fucking Danforth. You try to physically shake the image of his throbbing cock out of your mind, literally shaking your head as you stare at the computer screen in front of you.

That is, until your co-worker in the cubicle across from yours shoots you a glance and asks if you're alright.

"Yeah, just, uh... Tired. Trying to stay awake."

You stand up straight, causing your still-buzzing phone to fall to the floor.

"I'm gonna go make a coffee," you announce.

In your scramble to pick up your phone, you knock your chair over and onto the floor. Damnit, stop making such a scene.

You scurry away, trying desperately to silence your phone. Unfortunately, the last thing you had pulled up was... well, cock.

With a yelp, you turn and duck into the nearest bathroom, praying no one saw your screen.

Once you finally have some level of privacy, standing in a cramped bathroom stall, you start to look over your 50+ notifications from Derek.

He's been sending you messages all afternoon, mostly nonsense texts, with nudes interspersed between them.

11am:

Babe? Baaaaabe. Babe I miss you Come home When is work over

12pm:

Are you ignoring me? Babe I got a new robe Do you wanna see Baby

[A short video of Derek in his robe]

He starts the video making a concerned face at the camera, muttering to himself. Once he realizes it's recording, he sets it down on the bathroom counter and takes a few steps back, showing off his robe.

It's green silk with gold trim, and a gold tie around the waist. He takes a hit of his vape and does a quick 360, twirling for the camera.

"You like it?" He asks, beaming and carding a hand through his blonde curls.

He stares at the camera for a minute, seemingly waiting for a response, before snapping out of it and reaching to turn it off.

"Sorry. Just smoked a few." he mumbles, and the video ends.

1pm:

Babeeeee I need youuu Come home already Come sit on my lap

[A picture of Derek's lap]

He's still wearing the robe, and his hand is wrapped around his hard cock through the thin silk fabric. No skin is showing, but you can clearly see the familiar outline of his dick.

2pm:

Fuck If you don't come home soon I'm dying asjkdakdjha skdjhfskjdh aksjdkadjs Baby Can I send you Pics Baby asdasjdghask It misses you

[A shakily-recorded video of Derek from the waist down.]

He tugs at the golden strip of silk tied around his waist, slowly unravelling the loose knot.

Eventually it completely falls away, and his rope opens, exposing himself completely for the camera. His dick is standing at attention, twitching and leaking pre-cum down his shaft.

The video pans to his face again, and he absentmindedly gnaws at the end of his vape. Sweat drips down his forehead and he mumbles out a plea you're unable to hear with your volume off. The video ends.

2:30pm:

Baby Oh my God I can't wait Come home Looking at your old pics again Miss you so muchh Fuck work I need you

[A short close-up video of Derek's cock]

He's in bed, his animal-print bedsheets peeking through his legs as he lies back and strokes his cock. Slowly, he bucks his hips up into his hand, clearly trying not to finish just yet. You recognize this as the video from earlier, the one you opened at your desk.

2:45pm:

YOU OPENED IT BABE ARE YOU IGNORING ME BABY I'm so hard right now Please Fuck Fuck Fuck I need you to sit on me Please asajshdas hdsjdhfahd asdasjdk sljkdfls Answer Please Babyyyy

You blink at your screen, finally reaching the bottom of Derek's endless sea of messages. Fuck. You really should be angry with him, but he's so goddamn hot when he's needy.

Not that he needs to know that.

Is this what you do all day while I'm at work? Get high and play dress-up?

FUCK Babe Don't go or I'll die Please

I still have two hours of work left, Derek.

You wouldn't need to work if you'd just move in with me already <3

Your house scares me. No one should be exposed to that much animal print.

I'll buy us a new one. Just come home, pleaseee?

This bastard. He isn't going to give up, is he? You glance at the time, and bite your lip. Maybe you could make up the two hours later? Work overtime this weekend?

Babe?

I'm here. Brat.

Are you on your way over?

Yeah. I'll be home in ten.

Suddenly you feel very, very sick. Too sick to work. You explain this to your boss, who shoos you off and tells you to go home.

One thought plays over and over in your mind as you pack your things and scurry to the car...

Derek better still be wearing that slutty little robe when you see him.

[stinkysam]

Buggy the Clown - Game con.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “part 2 of twitch streamer buggy where they met again at some event and buggy just goes all 926:92€:@/&/& cause reader is so beautiful and buggy's so in love with this idiot even if he doesn't admit it??” - anon

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : Part ONE

Buggy went inside the heavily decorated building as people in cosplay walked all around him. They were unfamiliar faces to him, but to certain of them, he was a familiar one, stopping to ask him for a picture.

It was a small game convention that happened yearly and Buggy had decided to go streaming.

He was walking by the goodies stands with his camera until he heard his name.

He instantly recognized the voice. The chat too.

He turned around, surprised to see you here and his eyes almost fell out of his sockets as he actually saw you. You were in a cosplay as well, a zombie. Your clothes were torn, showing your chest and stomach, bloodied. Your face was bloody and dirty as well but your eyes were shining bright. You looked so hot despite your cosplay.

“Boss !” You said, and he froze as you opened your arms wide before wrapping them around him. “Didn't think you'd be here !”

You were so close. He feared his heart could still be heard over the noise of the people around them. He swallowed thickly and smiled, patting your back awkwardly and remembered about the camera in his hand, putting it back up so they could see what was happening.

“Wh- what are you doing here ?” He asks, voice shaky.

“That's the town I live in.” You said with a smile. “I didn't know you were invited to this con.”

“Of course I am ! I am the best after all.” He smiled at the camera proudly, before pointing it back at you. “But look at you, you're super flashy ! Chat, look at him !”

You grinned, turning on yourself to show your full outfit before posing. Buggy didn't know what to say. You looked so good. All he wanted to do was to shower you with compliments. The silence became a bit awkward before you spoke again.

“You should've come in cosplay too. The chat would've loved it.”

“Maybe I should've. But don't say a clo-”

“A pirate. I see you as a pirate for some reason. A very flashy one.”

“A pirate ?” He hummed, as if to think about it but he couldn't, too busy thinking about you, wanting to talk more with you.

“Yeah, boss, the captain of the ship. That'd suit you.” You said with a nod unaware the chat was wondering if your last words were not you trying to flirt.

“Maybe you're right.” He rubbed his cheeks, contemplating the idea of being a pirate sailing the seas with his crew. You in it of course.

“Well, I'll leave you be. See you around ?” You suddenly said, ready to leave him alone and walk away.

“Wait.” He stopped you. “I was thinking, maybe we could, uh, eat together ? When this is over ? I saw a food stand earlier...”

You looked at him, surprised and nodded with a warm smile.

“Sure. Do you want my number so you can find me again ?” You asked and his heart was beating fast, almost making him shaky.

“Y- yeah. Don't say it ! They'll hear you.” He said, pointing to the camera with his head and you nodded. He pulled his phone out, unlocking it and handed it to you. You grabbed it and began to write your number in his contacts, saving your name with a heart emoji.

“By the way, my real name is [Name].” You said, giving him back his phone. He placed it in his pocket, mentally high-fiving himself for getting your number and promising himself to call you later.

“[Name], huh ? I'll remember it.”

“I hope so.” You smiled, before waving at him and the camera as you walked away, melanging yourself with the other cosplayers. Buggy turned the camera back toward himself and smiled, before walking again as well.

After a few hours, his stream was over, and he did as he said to you, he called you to find you again.

“Allo captain ?” You replied to your phone.

“Ah, my favorite mod, I almost waited for you to answer.”

“Oh, come on, I didn't take that long.” You said, before giving him your location. He joined you and you both walked to a food stand together.

His mind was racing, he wanted to do something but he didn't know if he could. Eyeing you, seeing you smiling and unbothered, Buggy found the courage to make the first move, grabbing your hand and holding it. You only grinned at him, squeezing his hand, and his heart, instead of calming down, went crazy, beating out of his chest.

[junepingu]

Do Adam x Female reader who cheat him

Adam x f reader who cheats on him

Angst

(sorry if i wrote something strange or i repeat some words or emotions but im not used to write something like this but thank you so much for the request anyway)

"oh My no..what have i done.." you said to yourself laying in bed with... An Angel? It was not Adam..why did you do that? Maybe because Adam was being a shitty boyfriend? Maybe because you needed something different? No.. You were always the one to argue with him about the fact that HE would have cheated on you, but now... You feel stupid,little..a big uncomfortable feeling was crushing you... You need to get out of there.

You stood up trying to be as soundless as possible, you took with your heels and your clothes, you try to fix your hair to fly out. You were now trying to open the window but it was locked so you needed to be more careful and... "CRACK!" (fucking modern window) you thought, you remaind freezed.. you turned around scared that you woke the stranger up but as you turned your head you were only hit by the figure of the Angel that was snoring loudly, you sigh in relief and fly away.

You needed to fly in front of The reception of the seraphim that you knew would be quiet because at that time they were all always busy, and then the last part would have been to pass in front of the combat post where Adam and Lute were in session, you knew that you could fly faster, but knowing that there was also Lute who was guarding you would have been sospicious to fly 200km/h in front of her, so you decide even if it was not the brightest idea you could have in mind to walk in all the hidden alleys until you come out near your house.

"sigh... Fuck...Lord forgiven me, i.. I don't know why i did it..." thinking out loud as you were flying over the seraphim avampost, You were in your thoughts trying to beg God that everything could be resolved, but it wasn't so easy, especially for what had just happened, you don't remember anything about yesterday, You could just kiss him... But... You don't know. In fact, do you remember... Adam in this period was not close to you as usual, he was only attached to work and you thought that he would surely betray you also because there was a new recruit in his combat group,a very hot girl, you were in crisis you wanted to be comforted loved again, you wanted to have attention again... But all of this sinks into limbo in a single second... How do you manage to mess everything up in such a short time?

As you were fighting with your thoughts you didn't noticed but you were already flying in front of the Adam's combat post, you almost hit your head in a window "oh no non-" as you smashed your wings in to a pole "FUCK!" you managed to take control again of your wings as you try not to hit the ground,you did it so you just fly low to put your feet on the ground, you hope nobody would see you...(god that was clos-)

"WOOO! Look who's here! my hot ass girlfriend! Sugartits! What's up! Why are you here at this time! Didn't you have something to do at the church?" Adam was here... In front of you, with all the people right now why him... You had to stay normal and focused... You dont have to talk with him about this... Or maybe yes! But not now... Say something goddamit! He was watching you up and down as usual "HelloooOo!? Someone home? Hahaha get it? Because you are a woman! HAHAHA oh man..." you didn't hear what he said as you were looking at the floor trying to not catch his eyes... You knew that if you dare only for one second to look at his face you would crush...you finally spoke.

"e-ehy Adam.. i was actually flying around you know, it's a beautiful day today so i wanted to you-you know" you were becoming anxious as you couldn't catch up any excuses "ehm well.. Uh.. What are you doing?? Mh??" you try to change the subject, he noticed that you didn't react to his maschilist joke everytime he try even a little to say something just to piss you off you would shout at him and then he would give you a kiss saying that he was sorry he was just joking, As always.

"woah woah whats up your ass? Why so sketchy about? 'something wro-?" you shut him up "NO! Eh.. No no no nothing wrong i was just thinking yeah...*sighhh* yeah thinking" he stare at you now loosing his smile a little, you were strange he could sense that but he couldn' t figure out what you had, "Okeeey?? Cool..uhm well i Will be late tonight so don't wait for me because you know.. The fucking extermination need more hands than before now that we took off more time haha!" you imagined as usual, you said in a low tone "like always.." he heard that "what was that?" you stood straight and try to smile "oh uh! I said i like burgers!!" you started to sweat, he was looking at you now with a strange face, you were looking at everything but never his eyes. "Dude the fuck is wrong with yo-" he couldn't finish the phrase that Lute called him out "Sir! susy needs your help with the last exercise" susy... The new recruit... That bitc- "oh fuck it! That susy is a tree in the ass, she just wants attention... *silence* anyway sugar we Will discuss this fucking attitude at home i need to get rid of those bitches so i will try to be as fast as possible okey?" you only nod always ignoring his gaze, he then lean for a kiss but you step away and started to speak to let him go" OKEY BYE" and with that you were now running at home, he remained shocked, why you reject his kiss...? It couldn't be that..You were his girlfriend, Right...?

You finally manager to get home... Adam stood there for a little, his face was sad and anxious as he returned inside to exercuse with the group.

As you were waiting at home trying to create a great excuses... You started to feel hot as your face was now having some problem holding back the tears,"oh god... Why... Why me... If i could turn back in time... Why did i do it... FUCK!"

you smashed a vase that was on the table, it broke in thousand of pieces on the floor, as the vase, you kneel down on your hand and knees and broke more...you didn't know why you pushed so hard that night, why you did it right to him? who was always afraid of all of This? Why?..

All of a sudden you hear the door open and Adam enter it, as he looked around the house to greet you he noticed you on the floor "Ehy bitch WOAH! Woah! What's going in on!" he said to you trying to think about what he can do to make you feel better, "i didn't expect this kind of greetins is that a new kink haha..." he tried to make it out as a joke but it didn't work.

You continued crying as he tried to make you sit on the sofà, you shrug from his contact, "don't!" he freezed "Adam.... GOD..." you sigh deep as you walked near the window, the day was ending and the dark was rising Adam remained still as you walk by, he didn't know what to say or do, why the hell you were acting like that, but... All of a sudden, the table... He took a quick pick on the table where there were your photos... There was a ring... THE RING, the ring that he gave you the first time he asked you to be his girlfriend...

You turned around and saw his mask glitch for a moment, you then realized that he was staring at your ring 'fuck!' you thought and run towards the ring and hide it behind you... "Adam... Liste-" "you took it off.." "what?.." "the ring.." "Adam its from a long time that i wanted to talk about th-" "why.." "let me expl-" "Why the hell did you take it off, it's for me?? It's because im never home early?? Why did you take off the ring! That i gave you!..... *he took a step back* wait..." "Adam please let me explain" you tried to reach his arm slowly but he took a fast step back "adam-" "

[howlingday]

Now that I’m seeing timeline stuff again how about stung knight timeline where all three fell and appear at the dance

Jaune: YANG!

Blake: (Fires at Cinder) Get everyone to safety! I'll make her pay!

Jaune: (Gulps, Clenches fist) Fine. Once everyone is through, I'm coming back!

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Yang: Oogh... My head.

Cardin: You spilled the punch, bro.

Yang: I'm not your bro, bro. ...Wait a minute. Is that... Stop Light by Cassy?

Cardin: Yeah, why?

Yang: I remember that song. I used to love it back... at... Holy shit...

Ruby: Swear jar! And what happened to the punch?

Yang: ...

Ruby: Yang? What happened to your clo- HOLY CATS! WHAT HAPPENED TO YO- OOMPH!

Yang: (Holding Ruby) My baby sister even looks more adorable in my dream~!

Ruby: Yeeeeeng~! Shtop~! Yur imberrashing meeeee~!

Yang: HEY! HANDS OFF MY- Huh?

Yang: Whoa... (Lets go of Ruby) Talk about deja vu.

Yang: What the heck is this? This like some kind of Chrono-Splitter action?

Yang: Eh, I'd think of it more like, uh, Fighter's Forces of Fate.

Yang: So you came back in time to help us fight?

Yang: Something like that.

Yang: Can you prove you're me? Like, REALLY me?

Yang: ...Squat thrusts.

Yang: ...

Ruby: Squat thrusts? What is she-

Yang: (Blushing) Yeah, you're real. (Sighs) Geez, this is freaky. Though, not as freaky as that arm, though.

Yang: Gifted to me by General Ironwood before he-

Ironwood: Before I what, miss?

Yang: (Flinches, Combative stance) Whoa! Back off! We kicked your ass once, and we'll do it again!

Ironwood: We? Okay, until this is sorted, you're under- OOF!

Blake: Ugh... That could have gone better.

Yang: BLAKE! (Helps her up) Are you alright?

Blake: Me?! What about you?!

Yang: Who cares about me?!

Blake: I do! (Holds her close) When you fell, I... I thought you... We thought you...

Yang: I'm okay. (Strokes her hair) We're both okay now.

Yang: Oh... Wow...

Ruby: Aw... Even in the future, you guys are best friends~!

Blake: Wait, is this... Beacon?

Yang: Yeah, it's a long story... I think. I don't know what's going on, but we traveled back in time. I still have my arm, Stop Light is on the playlist, and Ruby's even more adorable than I remember in her dress~!

Ruby: Yaaaang~! Stooooop~!

Yang: So, uh, me and Blake, huh? How did that happen? Or am I supposed to know?

Yang: Well, uh, I don't think it would hurt to tell you guys, but I think it'd be easier if Jaune was here.

Ruby: Jaune? He's over... there...

Jaune: STOP POINTING AT ME!

Jaune: YOU POINTED AT ME FIRST!

Jaune: NO, YOU POINTED AT ME FIRST!

Jaune: NO, I DIDN'T!

Jaune: YES, YOU DID!

Nora: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! KISS! KISS! KISS!

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Part I ::: Dad's Best Friend, Reiner

Part II

Yep. I'm pumping out more Reiner stuff. Yesterday (Nov. 6) was my birthday and I couldn't get enough of the man. So I started writing again today and he was just wrecking my brain. STILL proofing. My laptop went a little haywire. This will be straightened out by tomorrow afternoon. Thanks for your patience ♡.

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This will be in 2 parts. I'll attach links as I post and finish them up.

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Warnings ::: Flirting with your dad's friend, older man kink (newly discovered, kinda?), accidental exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism, accidental kiss, erection. Implied plus size//chubby reader The good stuff (HA, listen to me) will be in the second part. That's already almost done. I'll probably post that tomorrow morning or afternoon. Enjoy!!

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Part I WC ::: 2,557

It was Thanksgiving break and you were heading home from college. It's always been a big deal with your family to have everyone over to their home and have them leave well-fed.

Well, it was, anyway. Since your mom left last year, it's fallen entirely on your dad's shoulders.

But this was his time to shine. His time to show you and everyone else that he could go above and beyond the regular turkey dinner. You were a little nervous about it. He didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to cooking turkey. But you'd be here to help him out however he needed.

You and your dad's best friend, Reiner. There wasn't a holiday that he hadn't been around. In fact, there weren't any special events that you couldn't remember him being at. He was sort of like a second dad to you. If you had to put a label on it, that's probably what it'd be.

It's been over 4 months since you'd last seen him. You were both at your dad's house on the 4th of July. You stopped by to have a quick burger before you went back to your dorm room. All you remember is that his best friend was really, really drunk, and really happy to see you.

You called your dad as you hit a red light.

"Yell-o?" The voice at the other end of the call said.

"Hi, dad. I'm on my way. I'll be there in less than 30. Do you have everything you need for the great cook-off? Let me know, I'll call when I get clo--"

"Hey! Hey, y/n. It's Reiner, your dad's --"

"Oh! Hi, um, Reiner. My dad's ... best ... friend. W-where is he at?"

"He had to run to the store to pick up a few last minute things. But he'll be back. Either before you're here or right around the same time. S' I guess, just keep coming, uh, home. I'll be here. We'll be here, I meant. See you soon, sweetheart." He said before hanging up. "Y-yeah, ok. Rei-, um, ok. Bye, see you soon."

You suddenly felt really hot in the face. Was his voice always that provocative? Did it always sound like that when you talked to him on the phone? So deep and alluring? Snapping your head from your daydream as the car behind you honked at the green light you were mindlessly sitting through, you drove on to your childhood home. Not sure what you're in for when you get there. But feeling a little giddy about it, all the same.

Pulling into the driveway, you didn't see your dad's truck. But you saw Reiner's. It wasn't huge, but it took up over half of the drive. You loved the color; a deep blue. So dark you couldn't really see your reflection on the side of it. It was nice.

"Hello? I'm here. Dad? Are you home ye--" you called out to your dad. But he wasn't there. It was just his friend, still. Just you and his friend.

"Hey, sweetheart! Welcome home! S'good to see you, baby girl!" Reiner came to you with open arms. You looked at him. He wore a nicely fitting light blue button-up shirt. It was accentuating his very large, muscular arms. Shit, did he always look like this? His hair was a little longer than you remember it being. But it was slicked back as much as he could get it. It was in that awkward phase between too short to get it to do what he wanted and should he get a haircut. You thought it looked fantastic. Even the little bits that hung down against his forehead.

You let yourself be wrapped up in his arms as he pulled you into a close, tight, and very warm embrace. His body was so hard and so soft, simultaneously. It made your head spin.

A little while later you realized he'd already let go but you hadn't, so he kept hugging you until you were ready for him to loosen his arms. He chalked it up to you missing him or missing your dad after being gone from the house for school.

"You ok, sweetheart? *Heh* I don't remember you ever letting me hug you like this. But that's ok. I don't mind. I'm happy to fill in for any dad energy--"

Dad energy? No. No no no no no. You thought. This had nothing to do with 'dad energy'. Maybe 'daddy energy'.

"Not 'dad', god. I just ... s'just, well, guess I missed you. Dad energy. God." You laughed. He leaned down and brushed your hair from your face and kissed you on the cheek. Twice. You hoped he wouldn't notice how your heartbeat quickened. Or your breath got caught in your throat. Or how your face turned a deep shade of pink.

"You good, baby girl?" Nodding you put your hands up on his pecs and it took every ounce of will power to push him away from you. All you wanted to do was drop to your knees and lick his stomach. Just for starters.

"Hello? I see my daughter's car in the driveway! Where is she?" Reiner dropped his arms and let his hands glide down from the curves in your waist and turned quickly. You saw him start to adjust something, but your dad's voice drew your attention away from his best friend tucking his cock away.

"Dad! Hi! Happy Thanksgiving, pops. Thank you for doing all of this."

He hugged you and kissed the top of your head. "Well, I wouldn't be doin' this if it wasn't for my dumbass friend over there. He insisted that I do this. Y'know, to keep things 'normal' and to entice you to come home for a nice meal."

You looked at Reiner. He shrugged his broad shoulders. Fuck, how had you not noticed how hot he was before today?

"Well, thank you. Both of you. I can't wait to get started on everything. Are you working over the break?" Your dad was a veterinarian and often the one who was on call over holidays. Even on his vacations he'd still find the time to work for his patients. He was just that kind of person. You always admired it about him.

Your dad sighed. "I think you already know the answer to that, baby girl." Reiner's head whipped around at the sound of your dad calling you what he had called you minutes before. Maybe he should lay off. 

But your dad called you that. Reiner has been practically a part of the family for over 25 years. He decided to try it out in front of your dad to gauge his reaction to the pet name. He'd go from there. It just had to be the right time.

"Don't worry, though. I sent home fliers about all the foods animals should stay away from over Thanksgiving. And how they shouldn't have bones that can get lodged in their throats."

Reiner choked on his beer. "Shit, shit. Sorry, {Dad’s name}. I ... *aheh*, shit. Never mind. Sorry." You and your dad stood there looking at Reiner, puzzled. You knew what he was choked up about. But your dad was most likely clueless. And that's probably better for everyone.

It was around 8pm and your dad and Reiner were watching football and reliving their high school days. Reliving their game nights when they were in (what they felt like) was the prime of their lives. Reiner jumped up from the second recliner that your dad moved in for him after your mom left. "Go. Go. Go go go go go go!!! YES!! Whooo! Fuck, I love this team." His honey-colored eyes met yours and you couldn't help but get all bubbly in your tummy at the slight squint as he smiled so widely. He genuinely looked the happiest you've ever seen him. And for some freaky reason, that made you happy, too.

"I'm going to grab a shower and go to bed. Can I bring you guys another beer or anything?" You asked, still maintaining eye contact with Reiner.

He shook his head, "'S fine ..." Now! He thought. Now is the perfect time to test out calling you baby girl in front of your dad! "Think I'm done for the night, baby girl." He waited for the ramification of calling you such an intimate thing. But it never came. Your dad just followed suit, "Yeah, I'm 'bout to turn in too, sweetheart." You nodded with heavy lids at Reiner and rubbed your thighs together the whole way as you walked to your room.

Sitting on your bed for a minute, you did your best to compose yourself after that pithy exchange between the two of you. If you could even call it an exchange. All he did was look at you while you asked if they wanted anything before you went to get cleaned up and tucked in for the night.

Maybe it was the way he hung on to the gaze. How he lured you in to maintaining the shared glance. No, it was more than a glance.

You stood inside of your room, feeling no relief whatsoever, and pulled your t-shirt over your head and tossed it on the chair. Unhooking your bra, the little clasp in the front separated without much effort.

All you could think about was Reiner's hands on you. How would he take your bra off? Would he do it slowly and make you wait as he teased you? Would he be frantic and grab and pull it off?

"Fuck. I, I gotta stop. Gotta get a grip on this shit. Goin' to drive myself nuts." Slipping your jeans and panties off in one motion, you kicked them aside and left them on the floor by the standing mirror near your desk. There was a small wet spot on your panties that could only be from one thing: Reiner.

Looking around your room for your bathrobe, you remember that you saw it hanging in the bathroom down the hall. "Sh- shit. Ok, g'na make a run for it. I'm just going to run for it. They're both in the living room watching football. I can do this." You bounced on your toes a couple of times to hype yourself up for the mad dash you were preparing to make. Slowly, you opened your door and stuck your head out to survey your surroundings.

"H-hello?" You whispered, testing the population. "Ok, 'm gonna ... gonna go ..."

From out of nowhere, Reiner's face popped into yours as you stood there, naked as the day you came into this world. Oh, how he tried to not let his eyes wander from your blushing face down the front of your body. But he couldn't. He couldn't make himself look away. He was hypnotized by your curves. How your thighs nestled together. Your soft stomach. The soft, silvery glow of light stretch marks. 

"F-fuck, sorry! I'm so sorry!" He shouted. "I came to tell you that your dad had to go out on an emergency call for someone's horse. Broke its leg or somethin'. Sssshhhhit. I'm sorry. I'll go now that you know where he's going to be."

He was so flustered he couldn't bring his eyes around to yours. He just stared awkwardly at the floor, hoping you wouldn't see how hard he'd gotten over something so simple and awkward as bumping into you at your bedroom door that you were about to make a break from. Granted, you were naked.

"Oh god, Rei-ner! Oh my god!" You yelled back. But it was more out of sheer surprise than embarrassment. Ever since he answered your dad's house phone today, you couldn't get his voice out of your head. And when he hugged you, it was impossible to forget what his arms and hands felt like on you. There’s a 99.9999999% chance you’ll never forget how he smells. But you couldn't really act like you enjoyed exposing yourself to him. Could you?

Reiner finally found his footing and looked you in the eye. He saw your eyes and felt bad that he made you feel uncomfortable. But he couldn't help but notice how your nipples pebbled in the cold air. How they were a lighter shade of pink than he expected. He just wanted to cup them in his hands and roll them between his fingers. Fuck.

"I-I'm sorry. I thought you and my dad were still in the living room watching tv. I - ugh. Fuck." You turned back and grabbed your throw that lay across the foot of your bed and wrapped yourself up in it. You couldn't get away from him fast enough, but he stood right in the doorway.

"S'ok, sweetheart. It's alright. I just came to let you know that your dad's gone and that I'll be here. Least until he gets back tonight. Just lettin' ya know." He smiled his dazzling smile and you felt your heart skip a beat. "I can come back later and ... and ... you can leave your door open." He stuttered out, not entirely sure what he was suggesting. "You can leave it open while you're getting dressed or whatever. So you don't have to worry about me barging in again."

You nodded, "O-ok? That sounds good, Reiner." You whispered, holding the throw clutched to your chest, you managed to look up at him.

"So, are we in agreement that your dad doesn't have to know anything about this?" Reiner asked and you laughed. "Yes, oh my god, that would be mortifying. Let's just keep it between the two of us."

"Ok, sweetheart. Can do." He leaned down and let his lips sit on your left cheek for far longer than a simple smooch should have lasted. As he was pulling back, you turned your face and looked up at him. What you didn't know was he was going to do the same thing to your other cheek and your lips met with his.

They were so soft and warm. You weren't expecting to actually kiss him when you did this. You were going to say goodnight and slip passed him down the hallway. But instead, you just stood there. Initially wide-eyed, your mouth puckered out slightly. When did that happen? When did you push your lips out to meet his?

Reiner stepped back slightly. He didn't look like he was in as much shock as you. But he had a stupid half-grin on his face where your lips had just been. Like his little scheme had panned out perfectly. You couldn't believe you'd just kissed Reiner. Your dad's best friend. He was practically family. Even if it wasn't on purpose.

You both stood there for a moment longer. You couldn't believe how amazing it felt to kiss him. His lips were so sweet and perfect. But you knew it couldn't go any further. Your dad would lose his shit. And Reiner was his best friend. And he was old. Well, not old. But older.

"I, um, I'm going to hop in the shower." You said, quietly. "Yeah, yeah, I'll leave you to it. Sorry, baby girl." He turned on his heel and walked back down the hall.

He didn't sound like he was sorry. He sounded excited. Like he was about to win some kind of prize.

And that prize?

Was you.

Taglist ::: @darkstarlight82 @callm3senpaii @reinerswarrior

[noah-moth-cursed-chaos]

Delphine was idly preparing for events to come when she heard Azaril Avalaron reenter the secret room.

She turned to see if he actually looked presentable enough to enter a sophisticated establishment and-

Well.

He cleaned up well.

It even looked like he'd shaved.

He still needed to do something with all that damn hair however. Don't get her wrong it doesn't look bad, there was a certain appeal to it. But. It'd get in his face while he was fighting and this would already be dangerous enough.

"So? Am I up to your standards?" He asked, giving the outfit a little spin.

"The outfit looks decent on you, but your hair needs work." She stated.

"What's wrong with my hair?" He sounded affronted, "I like my hair."

"It looks nice, but if you're found out, you're going to need to be able to fight without it in your eyes. You'll already be fighting at closer quarters than you're used to, it's best not to put yourself at any further of a disadvantage."

"I'll put it in a ponytail then." He said, turning towards the stairs, likely to grab a hairtie from his other clothing.

"Sit down."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm doing your hair, Avalaron, sit down."

"On the floor?"

"Or go back upstairs and sit on my bed, your choice. But I'm doing your hair."

"... Fine." He went upstairs and she followed. He sat on the edge of her bed, and she kicked off her shoes, grabbed her brush, and sat behind him.

There was silence between the two for a couple minutes, before Delphine decided to take this rare... Calm moment to maybe get to know her most valuable ally a little better.

"So, what draws someone like you to the thieve's guild anyway?"

"I told you, I'm not part of that anymore."

"Yeah but, why were you? I'm not attacking you, Azaril. I'm curious." She didn't often call him his first name, but maybe it'd make him feel less defensive, for once.

"... It's. A stupid story."

"I want to hear it. We have nothing better to talk about."

He went silent for a moment before, "I uhm... I was found as a baby on the doorstep of Honorhall Orphanage." Oh she didn't know his whole life story was involved. Well. Might as well take her sweet time doing his hair then. "I never had any idea who my parents were, or why they didn't want me. I stopped caring eventually, if they never cared enough to reach out why should I care enough to look I guess... But uhm... I was. The only elf at the orphanage." There was a slight pause, "... I. Got used to watching the other kids outgrow me I guess? They ended up adults and I was barely older. New kids would end up there, they'd either get adopted or age out, and then they'd find their own lives, probably somewhere far from Riften."

"... And leave you behind?"

"... Yeah." His voice was softer, it wasn't the same exactly, but she did know the pain of being the last one standing. She could almost imagine over decades, again and again, Azaril saying goodbye to people he knew wouldn't remember him as much as he would them.

It had to be a lonely childhood.

"When I was uh. 40 I think, Grelod the Kind took over the orphanage... She doesn't deserve the name, let's just say."

"So I've heard."

"Whatever you heard, she's probably worse than the stories." He chuckled, pausing, "... It. Sucked. There were a couple other kids there at the time who I had been really close with, but most of them were close to aging out. I was particularly close with this one guy, I remember the week before he left he swore to me he was going to find a way to take me with him. I didn't believe him at the time."

"But he did?"

"He managed to get a letter to me, told me that if I could find the thieve's guild and manage to convince them I was grown, I'd have a roof over my head and a job." Azaril said, "... At the time I had a pretty extreme baby face, and nobody in charge believed for a second I was an adult. But they let me stay, had me do cleaning and stuff to earn my keep, and taught me how to be a thief." He took a deep breath, "The uh-leader and second are probably the closest thing to parents I ever had."

Delphine went silent for a moment, before, softly, "That must have hurt to walk away from."

"I didn't want to." He mumbled, "I got chased out. The leader died and the second went missing and well-the third took over and he... I think he had something to do with the leader's death, he said the second was responsible but I at least don't think she acted alone if she was... And he realized I was onto him." He paused, "I... Ran to Solstheim for a while to get away... Came back... I dunno, to try and start a new life? Find a home? I've failed pretty miserably, clearly."

She went silent for a moment, staring at the now finished braid.

Her voice was softer when she spoke again, she hadn't previously realized just how alone the dragonborn must be. Somehow you'd expect someone with a title like that to have it all figured out, but he was just as afraid and isolated as she was.

"You could have a home here."

Azaril laughed bitterly, "Don't lie to me, Delphine."

"You could. If we manage to put a stop to the dragons so there's a world to have a home in, but you could. Riverwood isn't anything grand, it's certainly no place for a thief but. You're not a thief anymore. And you could be a blade, I think. Just put down the bottle a bit more often."

"... Thank you."

"How does the braid feel? Did I make it too tight?"

"No, it's nice." He got up, "I guess I have a party to crash, huh?" She gave a curt nod.

"Stay safe, Azaril."

[selfindulgentpixies]

Trick or treat! 🎃👻🦇💀

Trick or treat game!

I'll give another wip preview since I have quite a few! (I'll reblog the thing again tomorrow and maybe do drabbles then, my brain is just tired right now) This one is from my "Going Feral" one shot for Gojo.

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A shiver runs through you and you smile a bit nervously. “Guess that about wraps up the mission then. We just need to go get the.. artifact.. from the shrine…” Your voice trails off as he gets further and further into your personal space, backing you against the stone wall surrounding the shrine in question. “U-uh, Gojo, you’re getting awful clo-” You choke a little when the man in question is suddenly fully in your space, nearly pressing you against the wall with his forearms resting against the wall on either side of your head. Oh oh the frenzy is definitely still in his eyes. “Gojo?” 

He closes his eyes and takes a steadying breath, seeming to try and rein himself in. Then those electric eyes are focused on you again and he lowers his face closer to you. You’re so close in fact that his warm breath fans over your face. “You like this, don’t you?” 

You stutter, feeling heat rush to your face and well… “L-like what? What are you talking about?” Play dumb, play dumb because there’s no way he’d picked up on how you react to him fighting, right? You’re just coworkers, perhaps friends even. 

“Don’t be coy, you don't think you can trick these eyes do you? I see how you watch me fight, the way your pupils dilate, the rush of blood in your veins-” He smirks seeing how you seem to get more and more flustered as he speaks. “You don’t need me to continue, do you?”

[byersbootyshorts]

Guitar Lessons

Summary: Eddie has a thing for playing his guitar at some unholy hour of the night. You're there to punish him for it.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: sub!Eddie, dom!reader, some heavy ass smut, mommy kink, wrist restraints

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the first time I've ever written a one shot let alone a smutty one. Please be nice and enjoy.

You wake up with a start. What the hell is that racket? It takes you a few moments to come to your senses before you realised what had woken you from your peaceful slumber. It was the sound of an electric guitar blasting through the windows of your dingy old trailer.

God, one thing you hated about living in a trailer park was the unrelenting lack of silence. If it wasn’t the wheels of Max’s skateboard on the pavement or a random baby’s cry echoing through the park it was Eddie Munson’s BC Rich Warlock blaring whatever song he felt like playing at two in the morning.

You were surprised when you first moved to the park that none of the other residents did anything about his late-night jam sessions but you weren’t going to let that stop you from trying.

And so, every night you heard that guitar blast through your window you got up, threw on the first hoodie you put your hands on and walked over to the trailer two down from your own.

It started out as a simple telling off. Pounding the door, telling him to shut up because its literally 2am and slamming the door in his face again.

But one day he decided to say something back.

‘Hey, you just moved in, didn’t you?’ he blurted out before you could slam the door on him for the third time that week.

You paused, releasing the tension in your arm that was about to whip the door shut.

‘Uh, yeah. I moved in two trailers down last month,’ you replied, your annoyance reflecting in your voice.

‘You wanna come in?’

And that was where it started. It turned out Eddie wasn’t the asshole he made himself out to be. You’d never admit it but you couldn’t wait for those nights when you’d be awoken by a riff from another Black Sabbath song. Those few hours in the dead of night spent in Eddie’s trailer were some of the best. Underneath his rock star ego was an intriguing guy you couldn’t help but like.

As those nights of talking went on and the two of you got more comfortable around each other it soon became clear it wasn’t just talking you wanted to be doing. What started out as nights of deep conversation turned into nights of, well, deep something else.

Tonight is no different. You scramble to pull on the Hellfire Club shirt you ‘borrowed’ from Eddie as you hear the familiar thrum from down the park. You exit your room, almost running to the door when you hear your mother’s voice coming from her bedroom.

 ‘Make sure he knows if he plays that goddamn guitar this late again it’ll be me coming over there to give him a piece of my mind!’ she shouts angrily.

‘Oh, don’t worry mom. He’s in for it,’ you reply, stumbling out the door.

You’re barely half way to his trailer when the riff stops and the flimsy door flies open. He’s been watching for you.

Before a you even share a word, you’re pushing him back into the dimly lit living room, lips on his. After a few minutes of silent making out you reluctantly pull away.

‘How many times do I have to tell you to shut the hell up,’ you say between kisses.

‘As many as it takes for you to do that thing you did a couple nights ago,’ he said breathily.

Your mind drifts back to that night and a smirk forms on your face. Compared to what you have planned for tonight choking him like you had a few nights prior was child’s play.

Eventually the two of you managed to make your way to his bedroom. You can already feel how hard he is under his tight black jeans. You pull him off you and throw him onto his bed. The way he stares up at you with those dark chocolate eyes almost makes you melt.

‘You know, my mom said if you pull that shit one more time, she’s gonna come over here and speak to you herself,’ you began to move closer to the bed. ‘I said I’d teach you a lesson.’

You’re on top of him now, lips only an inch from his.

’You’d rather have me punish you than her, wouldn’t you?’ you whisper, grabbing his dick, making him squirm.

‘Yes, yes mommy,’ he gulps.

‘I’ll only do it if you ask me to,’ you tease, getting off him slowly, as if to leave. ‘If you beg me to.’

Without hesitation he grabs your waist and sets you back on top of him.

‘Please, please, I want you to, please.’

‘You want me to what?’

‘Punish me. Please mommy, I want you to punish me. I’ve been a bad boy.’

It almost makes you laugh how desperate he is. Lying there practically writhing when you haven’t even taken any clothes of yet.

On that note you point at his chest and order him to take off his shirt while you undo his belt painfully slowly, making sure to rub against his bulging jeans as much as possible.

When, at last, you pull his pants off, and remove your own clothes, you look up to find him with his eyes closed, gripping his sheets.

‘You can’t be like that already,’ you taunt. ‘We’re just getting started.’

He just nods, raggedly breathing like he’s just run a marathon.

‘Excuse me, look at me when I speak to you,’ you raise your voice.

His eyes whip open to reveal a look of pure desperation.

‘Good boy,’ you hum, stroking his hair. That only drives him more crazy.

‘Now I feel you need to learn a lesson or two,’ you say, beginning to leave a trail of hickeys down his collar bone and chest as he shifts uncomfortably beneath you. ‘Lesson number one, you need to learn to be patient. I mean look at you already.’ You pull his hair to lift his head so he look at the state he’s already in.

‘This isn’t going to be much fun for me if you’re done before we even get started now, is it?’

He shakes his head violently.

‘Then let’s see how long you can last for me.’

You slowly ease your way onto his dick, stifling a moan as you take it all in. He isn’t so subtle. He throws his head back, grabbing your thighs and releases a breathy moan.

‘Ah, ah, ah,’ you tease removing his hands from your thighs. ‘Don’t make me tie you up. I can’t punish you if you’re all over me like that.’

Without thinking he whines, ‘Please, fuck, please tie me up.’ He glances over to his bedside table where a long piece of rope lies waiting. You begin to laugh.

‘You little slut,’ you say, reaching over to grab the rope. ‘You wanted this all along.’

You tightly tie his hands to his bedpost, all the while still sitting on his dick. You have to admit, you’re surprised he hasn’t came already. So, you decide to up the action.

Without warning you begin to grind up and down on his dick, immediately receiving the reaction you’d hope for.

‘Mmh, oh fuck,’ Eddie moans, a little louder than you’d expected.

You smirk. It’s time for his second lesson.

‘Lesson number two. You need to learn to shut the hell up. First your loud ass guitar and now this. How about giving the people in this trailer park a bit of peace and quiet,’ you bend down, put your finger on his lip and whisper, ‘shhh.’

You remove your finger and replace it with your lips, kissing his lips, neck and chest while continuing to grind at a faster pace. Every so often his hips jut upwards but that only makes you grind faster.

‘Don’t do that. You wanna be a good boy, don’t you?’

He can only reply with a choked whimper.

‘Then start acting like one.’

After a while of grinding and hair pulling and choking, you too begin to feel yourself become weak with pleasure.

‘Okay, let’s make a deal, shall we?’ you begin, looking down into his tear-filled eyes. ‘If you can hold off and wait to cum at the same time as me, I’ll let you scream as loud as you want.’

The look in his eyes tells you all you need to know.

You use him like a doll until you feel you can go no longer. You look down at him gazing back up at you, his bangs stuck to the sweat on his forehead.

‘You’re so pretty,’ you say without thinking.

And that just about sends him over the edge. His hips jut upwards again, almost splitting you in half as he cries, ‘Oh god, please. I’ve been so good. I’ve been so quiet. I did everything you asked mommy. Please, fuck, please,’ he pleads

You love it when he begs like that. Looking so pathetic but so beautiful at the same time. It’s almost too much for you too.

‘Okay, okay. You have been a good boy. Thank you for that.’ You stare into his deep brown eyes for a moment before ordering, ‘Go on then.’

He doesn’t have to be told twice. Within seconds he’s cumming, and so are you. He screams your name louder than you’ve ever heard him scream it before. And you’re whispering his, trying to keep your composure.

When at last you both come down from your euphoria you begrudgingly lift yourself off him and untie his restraints. You lie on the bed as he practically shakes beside you, breathing in time with you.

‘Well, did you learn your lessons then,’ you ask after a moment of recovery.

Still out of breath, he replies, ‘If it means we get to do that again, then fuck no.’

[cherrygummycandy]

Lost and Found

A Young!Dr Nefario x reader fic.

(Sort of requested?)

Stepping out of 'Rick's Records', you balance your shopping bag in one hand, and your other previous purchases in the other. In hindsight, hitting so many shops at once was not your best move, but you had some free time. As you return to your relaxed position, having balanced the various heavy bags, you suddenly notice the time. 'Holly- 1:30 already! Jesus, I gotta get going!' You think, and quickly begin to increase your pace. Wearing heeled boots probably wasn't the best move, but god if these shoes weren't groovy!

Just as you neared your turn onto 32nd street, you trip on a rather large crack in the sidewalk. "Aah!" You screech, your numerous records falling out of the bag and fall to the concrete with a sickening crash. You quickly follow the records, dropping to your knees and grabbing at records. You try to shove as many back into the bag as you can, checking each small flat box for any damage. You sigh relived when each record seems to be undamaged. As you stand back up, you hear a sound coming from a nearby alley. You shake off the sounds, figuring it's just an alley cat. However, you hear a sigh, then what sounds like a sniffle.

You furrow your eyebrows at this, and peek into the alley. You can't make out anything other than the various boxes and trash that litter it. Then the sniffle comes again, this time seemingly from behind the commercial dumpster. As you step closer and peer around the dumpster, you're not sure what to make of what you see. A small, yellow, thing... is cowering. It appears to have a small teddy bear with it.

"Uh, hello?" You ask softly. The yellow blob looks up, allowing you to get a better look at it. It's wearing goggles and a small pair of denim overalls. "B-bello...?" It responds, wiping a tear away from under its goggles. "Are you okay, Who are you?" You ask, dropping to your knees in front of it. "Le Bob. Minion es lost-" He trails off with a strange language you can't quite place but somehow understand. "Bob?" He nods. "You're lost, right?" He nods again, and hops up. He continues talking, his small hands waving in various directions. "Okay, slow down, slow down." You say, hands out in front of you. You stand back up. "Alright little man, do you know where your home is, exactly?" Bob looks down at his hands, thinking, before shaking his head. His lips tremble as he begins to wail again. "Whoa, Hey, alright. Do you know anywhere someone might know you, or know where your home is?" You gently pat his head, trying to calm him down. "No, le bob no es-" His eyes land on your bag of records. "La musica! La musica!" He exclaims as he runs to point at your bag. "Musica-,Oh! Rick's Records?" You ask, but the minion shakes his head. He grabs the leg of your pants and points out of the alley. "Chill, tiny bro, I'm coming, I'm coming!" You laugh, grabbing your bag as he practically drags you by the hem of your bell-bottom jeans. After some time of walking, he stops and points upwards. A large sign looms over you, reading 'Villainous Records'. "Huh, I've never heard of this store..." You mumble, as you follow Bob inside.

Entering the colorful shop, you're surprised to see it has a pretty good inventory, but practically no customers. You're snapped out of it when you feel another tug, and look down. Bob points over at a counter, where a man seems to be tinkering with some sort of strange box. "Nefario! Bob amigo!" He says. You walk up to the counter. The man still doesn't seem to notice your presence.

"Ahem!" You cough, leaning forward on the counter. The man jolts up, banging his head on a lamp. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to spook you!" You exclaim. "No, No, sorry miss, it's my fault." The man rubs his head a little, before shaking it off. Now that he's standing, you see how tall this man is. He has brown sideburns and a bright outfit. He's kind of... cute. You try to shake off these thoughts. "I'm sorry to say, we just closed." He pauses, but looks up and shrugs. "I guess I could help you out though, even though you almost gave me a concussion." He jokes. Chuckling, you shake your head. "Well, thanks, but uh- I'm not here for music." You motion down, and the man adjusts his glasses and leans over the counter. Bob, who hasn't let go of your pants up until now, waves nervously. "Bello!" Bob squeaks, rocking on his heels.

The man sighs, and dramatically falls back into his chair. He rolls the chair over to a bright red rotary phone and begins to dial. He picks up the phone and waits a few moments, nodding in your direction. The dial tone plays a few times, then stops. "Hello? Yeah, it's Nefario. Are you missing one of your, uh-" He looks back over at Bob. "One of your little minions? Yellow fellas' with goggles?" he waits, listening over the phone. "Yeah, no, I'll ask." He puts a hand over the phone speaker. "Is that one Bob?" You nod. He puts the phone back up. "Yeah, it's him. No, I can't. I would, but I'm on the clock. No- just drive your bike down here, I can't leave. Just cause' the shops closed doesn't mean..." He argues over the phone for a while, before saying goodbye. He spins his chair and rolls back over to the counter.

"Alright, someones on there way to pick him up, where'd ya find him, anyways? His family's been lookin' everywhere." He asks, looking you over. "I found him, crying. Behind a dumpster." You say, looking down to notice Bob is gone. You look to see where he's gone, and see him running in a circle by the door. You tilt your head, confused at what he's doing. The man laughs at your confusion, and you turn to him with your arms crossed. "What's so funny?" You ask. He shakes his head, and calms himself. "Sorry, luv. I promise I acted the same way when I first met the little dudes." He admits. "Little dudes? There's more of, whatever Bob is?" You ask. He nods. "Um-" You look back at Bob, who is now trying to climb a shelf. "Can I ask what he is?". "You're already asking, aren't ya?" The man jokes, leaning back in his chair. His attempt to be smooth fails, as his chair falls backwards, dropping him with it. You burst out into giggles, before shuffling around the counter. The man glares at you from his spot on the floor. "I'm sorry! It's just- well..." You giggle again. The man stands up again and brushes himself off.

"To answer your question, I have zero clue what they are. A friend of mine takes care of em'. They're really not that odd, once you get to know em'." He says. You nod. "Asking a lot of questions, huh?" You nod sheepishly. "Can I ask one?" He looks at you. You laugh, and say. "Your already asking, aren't ya?" You repeat, mocking his accent. He rolls his eyes. "Very funny. But, seriously, what's your name?" He asks. You make eye contact with him, only for him to look away, seemingly losing some of his confidence. "I'm Y/N. who are you?" You ask. He looks up, a bit surprised you actually gave him your name. "Most people call me Dr. Nefario. Or, y'know, you can just call me Nefario, if ya want." He trails off. You smile, before noticing the clock behind him. "Oh! Oh no!" You quickly grab your bags. "I'm so late, god, I have to stop getting distracted." You quickly head towards the door. Bob looks up from whatever he was doing. He runs up to you and hugs your leg, before saying goodbye in his strange language. You smile down at him. "Bye, Bob." You coo, then look back over to the counter.

"Thanks for you help, doc'." You say, opening the door with your foot, smiling cheerfully as you leave. He stands there silent for a few moments, before snapping out of it. "Yeah, uh, anytime..." He stutters, fixing his glasses and returning to his work.

[countrymusiclover]

26 - Garage Livin'

Part 27

Texas Romance

Tags - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu

Georgie walked over to his meemaw's house knocking on the front wanting to check on his girls even if Y/n wasn't really talking to him. "What are you doin' here?" Connie asked her grandson in confusion.

"Is Y/n here. I was gonna see if she needed anythin'?" He asked not understanding why she was confused considering last he knew she lived here.

Connie shrugged her shoulders showing him a note that was left on the fridge this morning. "She just left that saying that her parents had called her home to talk about something. I figured she'd be back by now."

Sitting on Georgie's bed I hold little Aurora in my arms cradled asleep hearing the door get pushed opened. Georgie's blinked a few times suprise written all over his face that I'm here. "Y/n, hey this is a suprise." He dropped his jacket at the door noticing the clothes scattered on the floor. "Oh uh sorry the cleaning lady didn't come today." He snatched up the clothes tossing them somewhere.

"Sorry to just come in all of the sudden but something's happened..." I trailed off seeing concern on his that either me or Aurora were hurt in some way. "My dad got offered a new job position in the city. His work wants him to move in a couple weeks. He said I could come with them if I wanted but either way I can't stay at my childhood home...could I - um we can..."

Georgie takes a seat beside me on the bed trying to not wake our little girl up from her nap. "Of course you can stay here. You're my family. You're my wife after all...I mean if you still want to be that is....I thought you were still staying at me Meemaw's?"

"I am only for two days...I think I found an apartment I can afford since Dale has been paying us more now." I replied tucking hair behind my ear after I laid Aurora on his bed underneath the covers so I could stand in front of him. Looking at him I started sniffing out tears.

Georgie jumps up to his feet opening his arms seeing me crying. "What's wrong, darlin'?" He wrapped his arms around my waist gently when I started crying more gripping his shirt in my hands.

"My whole life at the moment. Graduated high school, got pregnant at seventeen and now my parents are wanting me to decide...if I'm staying here or moving my whole life to the city!" Burying my face into his shirt I knew I shouldn't be getting emotional over this but I don't know what to do.

Georgie breaks the hug still holding me close to his chest confused. "What are you saying, Y/n?"

"Georgie, I have two weeks to decide if I live here...it would mean that we would only see each on holidays or something...I just...I'm scared. I don't know what to do." I wiped my sleeve under my nose before he draped an arm around my waist opening the door.

"Let's just get you something to eat first.." He whispered kissing my forehead entering the kitchen seeing Missy eating breakfast.

"Did someone have a sleepover?" She teased making Georgie roll his eyes right before Sheldon enters the kitchen.

I waved to him as he went to make breakfast. "Hi Sheldon...I am staying here for a little bit...again."

"Did you and my brother create another baby?" He asked where Georgie spit out his milk blushing alongside me.

Rubbing the back of my neck I wasn't sure why he would ask that question. Aurora was enough of a handful at the moment. "No Sheldon...no we didn't."

Georgie gently tugged my arm whispering in my ear so we could slip away before they asked more questions. "Let's go check out that apartment you talked about. Before they keep at it." Nodding my head I followed him outside changing into some jeans and a green sweatshirt climbing into his truck. The drive wasn't too far from their house so that was good if he came to see Aurora. Since I wasn't sure if we were okay living together again.

Turning the key I push the door opened having one window in the center of the wall. A bathroom on near the tiny kitchen. Georgie closed the door stepping into the small bedroom since the living room spilt. Running a hand through my hair I sit down on the small bed watching him stand in the doorway. "So what do you think?" I asked tilting my head to the side resting my hands on my knees with a heavy sigh.

"It's good. How much is the rent I can help you out." He asked with a small smile on his face wanting to help me out as much as he possibly could.

Twisting his grandmother's ring inside my jacket sleeve I knew it was one of the things I love about him. Even though I am not sure if I can get back together with him yet...not until I decide if I'm staying or leaving this state. "I'll figure that out later, but thank you. Let's go back to your house I'm kinda tired." He offered me his hands tugging me to my feet so the drive home was pretty quiet. Opening the door to his garage I kicked off my boots climbing under the covers seeing him about to leave so I could sleep. Holding myself up on my elbow I whispered softly. "Georgie...would you stay with me?"

"Absolutely...anything you want." He halted in his tracks immediately kicking off his boots nodding a couple times as he climbed in beside me wrapping his arms around me gently. Laying my head on his chest I instantly fell asleep like this.

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[xlovely-daydreamsx]

Black Lab (Yandere!Hawks x Reader x Yandere! Dabi) Ch. 3

Find Chapter 2 here!

Find Chapter 1 here!

Summary: You try to get things back to normal, but normal seems impossibly far away.

Warnings: yandere themes, stalking, manipulation, later-nsfw, slight non-con, age gap (kinda)

Note: Woahe, sorry for the wait on that, everyone! Thank you all so much for the support on this, and the patience. I will continue to try to update this semi-regularly, and I’m also gonna try to get a chapter or two of my other hawks fic out as well. again, thank you so much for the love, and please let me know of any spelling errors or anything else that needs fixed :) now, without further ado- black lab

He left shortly after he dropped the bomb, a second soulmate, thanks to your screaming fit. He tried to calm you down, say sweet things to you but they only served to make you feel sicker. 

You holed yourself back up in your room, buried in your pile of blankets and stuffed animals (and a newly acquired, slightly damp towel) that you swore wasn’t a nest, but tried to pry yourself out of it when your mother got home- you hadn’t told her about your Alpha’s visits- she couldn’t afford to take off any more days for you and your problems, and you certainly weren’t willing to stress her out more than she already was.

You heard the dog whining downstairs and the familiar creak of the door, signaling your matriarch’s return, and you bounded down the stairs- sometimes, the only thing that could cheer you up was her.

“You look better today,” she says as she takes her seat in the kitchen, already popping off the cap of a beer, “I’m glad to see you’re not crying anymore.” You both laugh at that while you hold back the ones you can feel burning behind your eyes.

“I’m doing okay… getting used to the feeling, at least.” You rub at the spot- your claiming bite- and she averts her gaze; she seems to hate looking at it, from how she avoids it at all costs. At first, you thought it was pity- her attempt at normalcy, that if she ignored it, it might go away. But after years of her drunken ramblings, you know now that it’s envy. She had always dreamed of the perfect Alpha to sweep her off her feet, to claim her and give her a good life and perfect little babies. She almost had it, too, until her Alpha was a little too heroic and got himself killed. Now she’s old and worn, whittled down from the perfect Omega into your less than perfect mother, who people pass at work and whisper, ‘did you know she’s an Omega?’ in sad tones laced with both pity and malice.

You don’t know which of your fates is worse.

You sit and talk with her for a while, and for those few moments, things almost seem… normal. You’re hesitant to say so, but it’s almost true. At least, if you pretend the earlier part of the day never happened. 

“Maybe you should start going back to school,” She drops the ball, and you roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t give me that- you and I both know that you shouldn’t be missing this much; you can’t just drop out.” Uh, yes, if you very well wanted to, you could- you know plenty of people who dropped out earlier than you did and are doing fine. Well, not great, but fine.

You don’t really want that, though- you do want to go back, but the big bite mark in your neck makes it hard. 

“And how do I get rid of this?” You point to the bite in question.

“Just wear a sweatshirt or something,” you scoff at her. Of course, she’s probably going to tell you you’re overreacting, and that’s not something you want to hear today.

“Can you just fuck off, please? I’m suffering, Mom. Can’t you be sensitive for once in your life.” Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes, but you don’t give her the satisfaction- you just retreat upstairs to bury yourself back in your nest, and if anyone asked, you would tell them you absolutely did not smell that towel… 

A week later and you decide to go to school, mostly because of your newfound "scent blocker" patches. Big, tan things that simultaneously mute your smell and cover the evidence of your body's betrayal. They're close enough to your skin color that most people wouldn't notice them, and if anyone did, you had an alibi for it. You argued with yourself about gender norms or whatever in your own head, insisting that people should just be able to mind their business, but you know what kind of world you really live in, and that a reality where you could just… exist without scrutiny would likely never come to fruition.

Despite these revelations, which you thought you had come to terms with long ago, but still threaten to crush you under their weight, you find yourself setting an alarm for six and trying (albeit failing) to go to bed before one in the morning.

School has always been exhausting for you- the overwhelming smells, sounds, and people just seemed like too much for an Omega like you. But you still make yourself go; you’d always been a strong believer in second gender equality, and going even in your current state is a testimony to that. At least, that’s what you tell yourself to stop from chickening out.

One of your best friends, Denki, thankfully has volunteered to drive you, and has been doing so since you became friends your sophomore year. You lost a lot of people after you presented, and cycled through those who just wanted to get in your pants and others who couldn’t understand your struggles- Denki was a beta, and while he flirted with you, you knew he was never serious, and he always had your back against stupid Alphas or predjudice faculty; he was a true friend, and you were glad to have him.

“You can’t even begin to understand how worried we’ve been,” he said as you hooked your bluetooth up and selected your playlist for the drive. It was your usual routine, and getting back into the swing of things felt… nice. Familiar. “I mean, I get one text from you in like, two weeks! I thought you ended up in the ward or somethin.”

“I’m sorry,” you whined as some indie song glided through his blown out speakers, “I’ve just been dealing with some heavy shit.” 

“Care to share any of it?” He sends you a quick glance from the driver’s seat, and you sink into your spot, wishing it would swallow you whole.

“Eventually,” you huff, “just gimme some time.” He just nods at that. That’s one reason you liked Denki so much- no matter how outlandish he seemed, he always respected your boundaries, and that's the best thing a friend can do, right?

The rest of the drive is filled with whatever hot gossip Denki has decided you need to know- Ochako’s new boyfriend, Katsuki’s suspension, Kiri’s new workout routine. It was a familiar thing, but something felt different about it this time. Was it comforting to know that the world kept spinning, even after yours stopped?

School. School was… school. That’s the only word you’ve ever known to describe it. It was your last year there, and while you didn’t technically have to be there all day, having collected all your credits already, you filled your schedule with fun electives like pottery and journalism- whatever suited your fancy. It certainly made you hate going a little less than you used to, but it was still hard to drag yourself out of your nest- no, your bed- every morning. No teachers asked you where you had been, and none of your close friends bothered to ask, either- likely warned by Denki before your arrival. Another reason you loved him so much- he always stuck up for you.

“Did you start your heat early or something? I thought it had been smelling better in here, but now you’re stinking up the place again.” Monoma gives you a cheshire grin from across the table, and you don’t bother to hide your eye roll.

“God, I was really getting used to not having to look at your face.” Journalism class- once your favorite, but now has become the bane of your existence, thanks to your self proclaimed arch-nemesis. Really though, how out of touch can someone be? Arch nemesis? Please- this isn’t an anime.

“I bet you missed it, though,” you scoff,

“Not even a little bit,” You try to focus on your work, but Monoma seems to have made it his sole goal in life to pester you. At some point, you have to wonder how he’s passing; you swear he hasn’t touched a pencil once this semester.

The rest of your classes proceed as normal, and you, Denki, Kiri, and Mina all head off campus for lunch.

You’re all crammed into Denki’s dingy little car, chowing down on nuggets and fries and choking on laughs, but it still doesn’t feel like it did before. The air is thick with a question only you have the answer to, and you just don’t know if its an answer you’re ready to tell. The acts are all the same, but now everything is different.

Denki had to stay after for supplementary classes, so Kirishima walked you home. It wasn’t necessarily a new thing for the two of you; your houses are the same way, and he was nice company to have when you didn’t feel like being alone.

The two of you had become friends at the beginning of junior year, when Mina had started bringing him around. You were wary at first, as you are of all Alphas, but you knew he was good when he broke his perfect record for you; he punched Monoma in the face. It’s funny to think about now, and if anyone asked, you would’ve denied it, but you were so scared at the time. Monoma and two of his friends had cornered you by the bathrooms near the old wing of the building- an area that hardly got any traffic- and were giving you a hard time. You could tell what they were thinking just by their stench, sickeningly sweet and almost too thick to breathe. When one of Monoma’s hands came down on your shoulder, you could’ve vomited.

But that’s when Kiri showed up.

He rounded the corner, and without a word, his fist slammed into Monoma’s face with a resounding smack. 

Kirishima got hit pretty good that day, too, but even after you managed to scream and kick enough to get them off of him, he still gave you a smile, and promised you that it was worth it, that you were worth it.

You became a lot closer after that- he spent a lot of time walking you to classes, taking you home, and accompanying you whenever you were too nervous to go alone. You were close, very close, but there was always still a gap in your relationship, and you both sadly knew why; he was an Alpha. Maybe you were just as bad as they were, with their stereotypes and prejudices- practice what you preach, right? But it was either that, or the fate you’ve been destined for all along.

Your bite stings.

“I know Denki said not to talk about it, but I just want you to know that I’m always here,” his eyes linger on your neck, and you fight the urge to cover it with your hand.

He knows, you know he does, because how couldn’t he? He could smell the difference the second you got near him, see it in the way your eyes shifted, how you scratched at that patch you weren’t quite used to wearing and the bite mark underneath. He knew because he knew you.

You feel like a sinking ship. The more you try to cover up your cracks, the more water seeps through and threatens to drown you. And right now, Kirishima looks like a life vest.

“I just…” you sigh, and you can already feel the tears prickling at the sides of your eyes. God, you’re so tired of crying- you’re so tired of everything.

His eyes light up at that, hopeful that you might open yourself up to him; maybe you can finally break the barrier between the two of you.

“I’m just tired, Kiri.” You can’t even look at him. You’re a liar and a bad friend; he’s there for you and you push him away. But this is your problem and yours alone- you’ve always been good at saving yourself, so you’re sure you can do it again. You don’t need anyone’s help.

You board up another crack- your boat continues to flood.

And your wall still stands.

Kirishima drops you off at home, not even bothering to ask to come in. You both know what you’d say, even though you wish it could be different. Your dog is so excited to see him, too, but he gives her a pat and heads home.

You hole back up in your room, ready to repeat your cycle- cry, eat, sleep. The days are still a blur, but you survive, and you make it back to school the next day.

It all goes relatively the same; Denki’s gossip, Monoma’s endless arsenry of insults, lunch crammed into a dingy little car, and before you know it, the day is over.

You and Kirishima head out the doors, mindlessly chattering about classmates, and things almost feel normal. Almost, you say, because the side of your neck burns sickeningly hot, and because you can hear the subtle chatter of drama waiting to happen, right outside of the school doors.

A sleek, black camaro is parked out front in the pickup line, and you feel your nightmares being realized. Against it sits a beautiful man with mussed up blonde hair, a shiny silver watch, and blacked out sunglasses, but you can already tell his eyes are on you.

Kirishima’s hand instinctively grabs your forearm, and the man pushes himself off of the car with his foot, careless and aloof, something only someone like him could afford to be.

He’s grinning, but you can tell from the bite in his scent that it’s all but real.

“(Y/N), darling,” he pushes down his shades to reveal those golden eyes, so deep you could get lost in them, “I thought you could use a ride.”

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[peterparkersnose]

wont shut up about you

canon!peter x reader

word count: 949

warnings: alcohol consumption 

summary: Y/N is Liz Allen’s best friend. She has a horrible crush on Peter, and Liz is sick of hearing about it. So, naturally she invites Peter to one of her parties. 

a/n is alcohol consumption a warning? idk i just want to keep all of you safe, sorry if it seemed stupid. tom is such a cutie oml

read time: 3 mins 27 seconds

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“Liz, this is stupid,” you sighed, sitting down on her couch. “Inviting Peter was a bad idea,” 

“Y/N, I’ve heard you talk about him for weeks now. It’s now or never.” Liz said, placing out plastic cups on her counter. “I doubt he’ll even come,” she laughed. “Hopefully,” you scoffed. “People are going to start showing up soon, come help.”

Liz’s house became alive. Flash’s DJ skills were average, but the people really helped the feel. And so did the booze. You were dancing in Liz’s living room with your classmates when you spotted Ned’s hat. “Jesus,” you whispered to yourself and snuck away to the bathroom. 

“Your okay, calm down. He’s just a boy.” you said to yourself, splashing cold water in your face. You heard a knock on the door followed by a “Y/N?”. It was Liz. “Oh thank god,” you said, pulling her into the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” she asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. “He’s here,” 

Liz’s eyes lit up as she grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the bathroom. “Peter!” she sang out, you tried pulling against her but her grip was too strong. “Oh h-hey!” Peter stuttered. “Hey Liz! Hey Y/N!” Ned said and gave you a warm smile. “Peter have you met my friend Y/N?” Liz asked, getting straight to the point. “Liz,” you gritted between your teeth. “Uh- I think we had pre calc together last semester,” Peter said.

Awwh, he remembered. 

“Well she hasn’t been able to shut up about you lately! You two should talk,”

“Liz! She’s lying uh- i’m sorry- uh,” you stuttered, your face plastered red up to your ears. Peter looked shocked and a bit embarrassed. “I really wish you wouldn’t have,” you gritted between your teeth in Liz’s ear. 

The DJ Flash ringtone went off distracting you all. “Penis Parker!” Flash yelled through the speakers. Peter’s face began to match yours. “Oh, just ignore him.” Liz laughed. You envied her ability to be so social. “You guys want a drink?” she asked the boys. They followed you guys to the kitchen. 

Liz got pulled away by another one of her friends and Peter seemed to disappear, leaving you and Ned together in the kitchen. 

“You know- Peter has this amazing party trick,” he said, smiling to himself. “Oh cool,” you smiled, awkwardly standing around. Ned took a tiny sip of his drink and immediately choked it back up. “Not for me,” he laughed and set down his cup. “So, you haven’t been able to shut up about Peter?” he asked. “Oh, jees, uh Liz likes to exaggerate.” you awkwardly laughed. “Well that’s unfortunate because Peter hasn't been able to shut up about you since pre calc,” Ned said, immediately regretting what he said. “Oh, I mean-” “Ned are you joking?”

“Uh, I don’t know if I should answer that.” he said, feeling guilty. “No because-” “Hey guys!” Liz said, finding you again. You abandoned Ned and pulled Liz back into the bathroom. 

“Ned just- he- uh- Peter- I,” “Y/N calm down! What is it?” “Ned said Peter doesn’t shut up about me,” you breathed. You two squealed. “Okay, okay. You got this!” Liz said and shoved you out of the bathroom, and to your luck straight into Peter. He spilt his drink all over his shirt. “Shit, I’m so so sorry I-” “Oh! No worries,” Peter laughed it off. The awkward energy radiated between you two. “Here, let me help you.” you said, leading Peter into the kitchen. “Really it’s fine you don't have to,” he said, his shirt sopping wet with alcohol. “This is un fixable- shit. Come with me,” you said grabbing his hand, ignoring the horrible tension between you two. 

You lead him into Liz’s older brother’s room. He was currently in college and had left some old clothes here. You rummaged through his closet as Peter sat on the bed. You pulled out an old tourist shirt that said ‘I survived my trip to NYC’. “Perfect,” 

You threw him the shirt and turned around for him to change. The shirt was about three sizes too big for him. “I can put the other one in the wash, if you’d like.” you offered. “Uh, yeah, sure. Probably a good idea, I don't want my Aunt coming home to find me smelling of beer,” he laughed. You smiled. “I’m really sorry about all of this- all of tonight.” you sighed, crumpling up Peter’s wet shirt in your hand. “It’s alright. It’s my first party anyways, I had no clue what to expect.” he smiled. “Your first party?” you asked. Peter nodded his head. “You want to dance?” you asked him. His eyes lit up. “S-sure,” he smiled. On the way to the dance floor you threw his shirt in the wash. 

Flash was playing all the party classics. “How do I do this?” Peter yelled over all the noise. “Here, just go with the rhythm.” You said, pulling his hands around your waist. Your bodies intertwined and danced to the rhythm of the songs. “I love this song!” Peter whispered in your ear as the song changed. He put his arms around you once again and his forehead against yours. He could smell the alcohol on your breathe. You felt the natural pull of gravity between your lips and his. Peter was hesitant, but you made the first move. You didn't know if it was the adrenaline or the booze going through your system but you kissed him hard. 

“P-p-penis Parker getting some action on the dance floor!” Flash announced. You kept kissing Peter and gave flash the finger. The two of you danced until the end of the night.

[mizunetzu]

Kuroo x reader - Kuroo’s Pocky Scheme!

⚠️ Warnings - Kuroo being a desperate simp, none!!

Pronouns - male, he/him

——————

Kuroo stared at the doorknob to the schools kitchen-y room. It was such a desperate, bottom-of-the-barrel move, but he was literally just that. A desperate simp.

He sighed and pushed open the door, more forcefully than he intended. A small, blonde girl jumped and whipped her petite form around.

Kuroo raised his arms in defense. “I come in peace, Yachi-san.”

The girl, Yachi, visibly relaxed. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “O-oh...you’re...sorry, I don’t remember your name, but you’re Nekoma’s captain right? Oh god, what if you told me your name and I forgot gosh I am so-“

“No-no! It’s fine, I dont think we’ve ever talked.” Kuroo nudged the door shut, and dropped his voice into a whisper. “Ok, hear me out. I gotta huge-and-kinda-stupid favor to ask.”

“M-m-me?! Wh-wh-whaddya need from me?!”

“Well-calm down, I don’t ‘need’ much from you, no offense.” Kuroo leaned against the door. “Uh-first lemme explain-and promise not to make a big deal outta this, okay?”

Yachi nodded. Kuroo looked around the room, seeing only Yachi and a big watermelon inside.

“So. I may or may not have a tiny...crush, on (Y/n).”

Yachi blinked. “Wait, who’s (Y/...(Y/n)..? (L/n) (Y/n)?! Oh my-!”

“That’s besides the point!” Kuroo flushed, waving his hands up to hush Yachi. He felt so pathetic. He felt like a desperate schoolgirl, coming up with ideas on how to get his crush to notice him with his school girl friends.

“Anyways,” Kuroo shakily ran a hand through his untamable hair. “I’m...uh, I’m kind of desperate, and I feel like I’m gonna explode if I don’t...kiss him soon.” That last part came out in a mumble. He shook his head.

Kuroo snapped a finger at Yachi. “That’s where you come in.”

Yachi nodded dumbly. She really had no incentive to helping out this...tall, scary man. But, if she recalled correctly, (Y/n) was close friends with him-so he should be perfectly safe, right?

“I need you,” Kuroo fished a red box of Pocky out of his Nekoma jacket. “To go up to (Y/n), and ask if you can kiss him. He’ll probably say no, but if you ask him and say you’ll do it Pocky-game style, he’ll say yes. He never rejects food.”

Yachi deadpanned. Then, she erupted into vast shades of red. “W-wait-! But I don’t like him! Why do I have to kiss him-!”

“No! Let me finish!” Kuroo was losing his cool. His desperate simp was really showing, huh. “Once he says yes, tell him to keep his eyes closed because you’re embarrassed or something, and while his eyes are closed-you and me will switch places and I’ll eat the Pocky in your place! I get my kiss, and I’ll owe you absolutely anything!”

Yachi sputtered. What if it went wrong? What if he didn’t switch in time and her poor first kiss was taken by this boy she wasn’t that interested in? He’d think she was interested in him and she’d have to marry him and have to live in a cave hiding for the rest of her life-!

“I’ll do it.” A mature, level headed voice suddenly pipped up. Kuroo and Yachi both flinched in suprise. The door softly pushed open.

“But if I may, I do have a few suggestions.” Kiyoko scratched at her collar, walking in and inspecting the two.

“Yeah-me too.” Yaku follower in after Kiyoko, sending a mocking lifted gaze over to Kuroo. Kuroo looked away in embarrassment. “Like, I don’t know, be more quiet so everyone-including (L/n)-kun, doesn’t hear about your stupid Pocky plan.”

Kuroo usually would’ve opened his mouth to retort, but Yaku could easily warn (Y/n) of his plan, and it would immediately fall into shambles. He probably wouldn’t get his kiss then. Kuroo, regretfully, kept his mouth shut.

“Anyways,” Kiyoko cut in, breaking the heated glare Yaku and Kuroo gave eachother. “I can ask him in Hitoka-chan’s place. But, I do have a few concerns.”

Kiyoko held her finger up. “One-how do we know he’s going to say yes in the first place? Even with the Pocky-“

“No, no. (Y/n) never refuses anything to do with food. I even got him to forcefully drag Kenma out of his room by offering to cook him dinner last year. He and Kenma had bruises all over. A kiss is nothing to him.”

Kiyoko hummed, seemingly accepting Kuroo’s answer. She held up her second finger. “Second, how will we-well I, ask him without seeming suspicious? If I ask him alone, and we do it alone, that won’t give Kuroo-san the opportunity to slip in and switch with me.”

“But if she asks him and all if us are, y’know, there, he’ll think somethings up or we’re tryna make fun of him.” Yaku finished her thought. Kiyoko nodded.

Kuroo blinked. He didn’t think this far. “Uh...”

“W-well, what if Shimizu-senpai asked (L/n)-kun while he was talking to uhm...Kuroo-senpai, and he tags along because he wants to just...be there...and Shimizu-senpai takes him to a room where me and...sorry, I-I don’t really know your name but-“ Yachi pointed at Yaku. “To a room with me and him in it?”

Yaku blinked. “Wait, wouldn’t it be suspicious If Shimizu took him into a room just to find us sitting there?”

“W-well...Wouldn’t it be more suspicious and awkward for Kuroo-senpai to be there alone with them? We can just, sit there and pretend to talk with Kuroo-senpai until (L/n)-kun closes his eyes.”

“Holy shit, that’s a great idea...” Kuroo rubbed his head in disbelief. If he had gone through with his original plan, he would’ve failed so hard. “Well then-what are we waiting for? Lets go-“

“I have one more thing.” Kiyoko turned to Yachi.

“Hitoka-chan, if what Kuroo-san is saying is true, we should have no problem asking him to do the Pocky game with me, but realistically, it would make more sense if you ask him.”

Yachi’s eyes widened. Kiyoko continued. “I’m a year above him, and since much upperclassman girls don’t...idolize and fawn over underclassman like the ones in his grade or first-years do, it would feel a bit weird if I asked him.”

“You, on the other hand,” Kiyoko grabbed the box of Pocky from Kuroo’s hands and placed them gently on Yachi’s. “Are perfect for this, since girls like you seem to gravitate towards (L/n)-kun. The ‘shy-girl-who-wants-to-kiss-her-crush’ type. And we’ll reenforce it with the Pocky according to Kuroo-san.”

Yachi was quiet for a second, then she opened her mouth. “O-okay...I guess I’m doing it then...”

“Wheey!” Kuroo clapped his hands. “You guys are so nice, helping me with my boy problems.”

Yaku jabbed a finger at Kuroos face. “Yeah, you owe us big time Mr. Docosahexaenoic face.”

“You aren’t even doing anything, though.”

——

“(Y-Y/-!” Yachi was standing behind (Y/n). Her mumbles of “(Y/-!” were practically inaudible as the sticks inside the Pocky box rattled around in her shaking fingers. Kuroo side eyed Yachi, nudging his head to (Y/n)-who was talking to him so obliviously-egging her to go on.

“(L/n)-kun!” Yachi tensed and downcast her whole head, suddenly finding immense interest in the small rip in her shoes. (Y/n) turned around, facing away from Kuroo.

“Yes? Yachi-san? Did you need—is that Pocky? Can I have some?”

Yachi almost threw the box straight into the air. (Y/n) had his eyes fixated hungrily on the Pocky box, pointing at it gently with his hand. Yachi cleared her throat nervously. She felt her heart hammering in her chest.

“I-I-please don’t take this in a weird way but-c-can I k-k-kiss you-?!”

Yachi bowed down in a sharp 90 degree angle, making (Y/n) step back awkwardly. He looked at Kuroo, who gave him an innocent shrug, and looked back at Yachi.

“Uh-I’m sorry, Yachi-san, I don’t really-“

“We can do it Pocky game style! A-and I’ll let you have all of the Pocky afterwards! Please! Please! Please!”

(Y/n) eyes flickered back and forth from the box of Pocky up to Yachi’s sweaty, bowing hair. He really wanted that Pocky too. It was just a kiss, he never really cared about sentimental things like “first kisses” and whatnot. Plus, he’d get a whole box of Pocky afterwards.

“Okay then.”

“Really?!” Yachi raised her head, and (Y/n) nodded.

“You better keep your end of the deal and give me the Pocky afterwards, though.”

“I promise I will-!” Yachi stiffly bowed again, before trotting off with (Y/n) trailing behind her. “W-we can do this in the managers bed rooms!”

“Ok...” They walked in awkward silence. After a few seconds of contemplating, (Y/n) turned around.

“Tetsu, why are you coming?”

Kuroo shrugged. “Am I not allowed to come? I want some Pocky too.”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. “I mean I give you like, two, but don’t you think you’ll make Yachi-san uncomf-“

“It’s fine! I-I don’t care if he comes!” Yachi said a bit too quickly. (Y/n) eyed her suspiciously. Both Kuroo and Yachi broke into a cold sweat.

“...okay...let’s keep going, then.”

Yachi and Kuroo let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

——

“Hello.”

“Yo.”

Yaku held up a peace sign while Kiyoko waved. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow, waving back.

“I thought we were doing this in private?”

Yachi tensed. “W-well this is private enough for me...”

(Y/n) softly plucked the box of Pocky away from Yachi, walking away from them to sit down and open the box. Yachi and Kuroo shared a knowing, determined glance while Yaku and Kiyoko pretended to immerse themselves in conversation.

(Y/n) fished out a Pocky stick, and sat cross-legged on the bed mats. He waved it around, eventually settling to pointing it towards Yachi. “Sit down, so we can do this.”

“Yes!” Yachi dropped down abruptly, sitting in front of (Y/n). Kuroo walked over as nonchalant as possible and plopped down near Yachi. (Y/n) looked at him skeptically.

“Whaaaat. I just wanna see my good friend (Y/n) have his first kiss.”

“Pervert. Just say you wanna kiss Yachi-san and leave, you creep. Or do you wanna kiss from me instead?”

(Y/n) soft clad smile turned into a teasing smirk, making Kuroo break into another cold sweat. His heart started picking up speed once (Y/n) placed a Pocky stick, chocolate side first, between his lips. They looked so soft.

“C-close your eyes please, (Y/n)-kun.”

(Y/n) hummed from the stick in his mouth. “Eh? But they’re already...closed?”

“I-I meant keep them closed! ...this is...this is embarrassing so-!”

“Gotcha, Yachi-san. Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” (Y/n’s) gentle smile reappeared as he smiled with the biscuit in his mouth. “Now, bite on to the Pocky already.”

Yachi turned over to Kuroo. Kuroo, as slowly as he could, shuffled his way into Yachi’s previous spot, in time while Yachi backed away. Yachi could see the way Kuroo’s hands shook as he placed himself down in-front of (Y/n), who was waiting ever-so-patiently with his fingers tracing the Pocky box.

“Yachi-san?” (Y/n’s) confused voice came out a bit muffled. Yachi squeaked out a quick “G-give me a second-!”, and (Y/n) couldn’t help but tell how far her voice sounded, even if it was just sightly father. Eh, he was probably just imagining things.

Kuroo was sweating buckets. He never thought his plan would work so smoothly. Hell, he didn’t think he’d actually be going through with it in the first place.

“God, hurry it up Kuuuua...” Yaku trailed off into a cough. “-Yachi-san. Hurry up ‘Yachi-san’, and stop staring at (L/n)-kun like that.”

Kuroo glared at Yaku, almost responding with a “shut the fuck up!”, before letting his mouth clamp shut frustratedly. He looked at Yachi for assistance. Yachi got the memo, and responded with a “I-I’m trying-! I’m just so nervous...!”

“Awwe...don’t be nervous, Yachi-san! Just think of it like we’re eating Pocky and our lips just so happen to touch.” (Y/n) smiled, and licked his lips the best he could. The chocolate part of his end was starting to melt, and the stick was getting soft in his mouth.

“The Pocky is melting...”

“I-I-I’m on it! Sorry, I’m doing it now..!” Yachi frantically motioned at (Y/n) to Kuroo. Kuroo nervously gestered back, as if to say “I’m fuckin’ trying..!”

Kuroo gulped, trying to swallow the lump in his throat, and closed his lips around the Pocky stick. This was really happening. He was going to kiss his long time crush. He was going to kiss (Y/n). Oh god, he’s awfully close. He’s closer than he’s ever been. Why won’t his heart just shut up and calm down?

Before he knew it, (Y/n) was nibbling at his end of the biscuit. The distance was becoming shorter. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready. He thought he was fully prepared to come into this all suave and nonchalant, but now that it was happening all of his preparedness flew out the window. He starting eating at his end of the stick aswell.

Both (Y/n) and Kuroo stopped eating once there was less than a inch of the stick separating them. (Y/n) briefly felt ‘Yachi’s’ nose brush against his, and Kuroo could feel the barely noticeable breaths of air from his nose.

The room was silent. Either that, or the vociferous thumping of his heart rate picking up speed drowned out Yaku and Shimizu’s voices.

And now that he was closer, he could see just how nervous (Y/n) was. His eyelids were fluttering, his brows were slightly pulled down, his nose was scrunched up just a tad, and his fingers were nervously tracing the packaging of the Pocky box. Even if it was cute, Kuroo couldn’t help but feel a bit bad.

But a plan was a plan. And he’d been waiting for years.

Kuroo broke down the last remaining barrier from his lips to (Y/n’s), letting the small Pocky nub lay on his tongue as he connected their lips together. He heard a small “yaay.” From who he assumed was Shimizu, and an obnoxious “Get it, ‘Yachi-san’!”, followed by a wolf whistle from Yaku.

He felt (Y/n) push closer, tentatively and unintentionally grabbing hold of Kuroo’s hand in the process. Kuroo intertwined his fingers with (Y/n’s), and that touch alone probably gave him away, but he couldn’t care less. (Y/n) could coil away in disgust right now, and he wouldn’t care. He got his kiss. A kiss that tasted like Pocky and (Y/n). A kiss he’s been waiting for for forever. His, and (Y/n’s), first.

Kuroo was the first to pull away. Half lidded and breathless, he sat back on his ass with a sigh. (Y/n) started to open his eyes, when Yachi’s scrambled to cover them.

“D-don’t look..! Please! I-I’m-uh, I’m still...embarrassed..!” Yachi looked back at Kuroo, who seemed to have come back to his senses, and shuffled back into the spot he was in originally. Yachi crawled over back in front of (Y/n), and removed her hands gently. She placed them in her lap, looking down with a blush no one in that room could tell was genuine or real good acting.

(Y/n) opened his eyes softly. His smile returned to his swollen lips, and he leaned his head on his palm. “That wasn’t so scary, right?”

(Y/n) clasped his hands together. “Congrats, you can officially say you stole (L/n) (Y/n’s) first kiss! Now you got something to brag about, huh, Yachi-san?” (Y/n) chuckled, still feeling the warmth of ‘Yachi’s’ lips pressed against his.

Yaku scoffed quietly. “Yeah, aha. ‘Yachi’ stole your first kiss.” He earned a flick to the forehead by Kiyoko.

Yachi stood up abruptly. “I-I’m gonna go! Uh-..brag...to my...f-friends.”

“Don’t go spreading rumors about me though.” (Y/n) looked up at Yachi, who squeaked out a “Yessir!” In reply. Kiyoko stood up aswell.

“I’m going to go with Hitoka-chan. See you three.” Kiyoko walked over to Yachi, seemingly ushering her out the door discreetly and shooting Yaku a look. Yaku stood up aswell.

“Well I don’t wanna be in here with you two. Pretty Boy and Docosahexaenoic Face. I’m gonna go see what Kai or Shibayama-kun is doing.”

Yaku shoved his hands in his pockets and walked out of the room, leaving Kuroo and (Y/n) sitting there alone.

Kuroo laid down on the floor next to (Y/n), resting his arms on the back of his neck like a cushion. (Y/n) sat there placidly, smiling at his reward that was the Pocky box.

(Y/n) fished a stick out, and munched on it happily. Kuroo looked at (Y/n), and closed his eyes with a smirk.

“So, how’d it feel having your first kiss with a cute girl?“

(Y/n) hummed, and took another bite of his snack.

“You’re not a bad kisser, Tetsu.”

Kuroo choked on his words. (Y/n) crunched on another Pocky stick. Kuroo sputtered and shot back up, staring at (Y/n) with wide, embarrassed eyes.

“Wh-h-how-wait-“

“To be honest you would’ve gotten away with it if it weren’t for, hm, 3 things.”

(Y/n) held up a single Pocky stick. “Number one. When our hands touched. It was pretty obvious your hand was too big to be Yachi-san’s, so that was a bit suspicious.”

Kuroo opened his mouth to say something. (Y/n) pulled out another Pocky stick.

“Two. When we broke the kiss, I heard you grunt. You would have literally no reason to do that unless you, per se, break a kiss and need to breathe in. And your voice, again, is too deep to be Yachi-san’s.”

Kuroo couldn’t do anything but helplessly stare at him, as he pulled out a third Pocky stick.

“Three.” (Y/n) set all three biscuits into Kuroo’s lap, to which he absentmindedly picked up. “You don’t really think I couldn’t see you? My eyes were open right up until we started eating the Pocky, Tetsurou. I was squinting...and you all were acting suspicious, so how could I not? Not to mention how weird it was for you to be sitting so conveniently close to me and Yachi-san.”

“If anything, if you weren’t planning something and you actually just wanted to watch, you would’ve sat near Yaku-kun once you saw him.”

Kuroo averted his eyes and broke a Pocky stick with his teeth, chewing on it to fill his mouth and prevent him from saying something stupid.

“And, even if none of those things happened,” (Y/n) pulled out another stick, this time twirling it around in his fingers. “I heard you discussing your ‘plan’ earlier in the kitchen. You really need to work on your volume, like Yaku-kun said.”

(Y/n) stood up, stretching his arms with a small groan. All Kuroo could do was stare up at him dumbly. He almost had a perfect scheme. Almost.

(Y/n) turned his head around, his back still facing Kuroo. “Next time you wanna kiss, buy me dinner and we can suck spaghetti noodles until it meets in the middle. Y’know, like in that one movie.”

(Y/n) waved around his Pocky box in farewell. “I’m gonna go see what Kenma and Hinata-kun are doing. Later, Tetsu.”

(Y/n) timpered off, shutting the door behind him. Kuroo stared at the door blankly.

“(Y/n), you sneaky bastard.”

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Happy new year!!