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[twistedmusings]

CONGRATSSSSS RINNNNNN YOU DESERVE ITTTTTTT~~~!!! If your prompts havent been filled, maybe smut 11 or 13 (i can't pick so you decide) with tweels/mc? ? ?? If only one, then maybe with jjjjadee hhhHHHHHDKJJ bUT AGAIN CONGRATS RINN HERES TO THE NEXT ONEEE

A/N: I don't know if it's because I've been away so long but I am struggling with some of these boys? I haven't seen Jade in so long--Chapter 6 WHEN TWST? Aside from that, I gotta appreciate these prompts. They are getting me through some shit q wq. Warnings: Overstimulation and general smut.

Jade Leech

Jade was always pretty quiet.

Yet even with that, he didn't necessarily like messing around when it came to things he was serious about. His studies called for dedicated studying, his club called for dedicated collecting and his favourite collection of mushrooms called for meticulous attention and diligent supervision.

There was rarely a time he needed to speak out.

In many situations he preferred to remain quiet and listen for something he could use for future reference and whenever it was his turn to speak he made sure to keep his words from revealing nothing and letting the person he was talking to reveal everything.

A part of him believed that is why his Unique Magic turned out the way it did, it was his personality after all.

So what he was doing certainly was out of character.

But the good Prefect needed to learn.

Jade strived to keep himself away from predictable people and his current fixation was nothing short of interesting almost on a daily basis. Recently he had discovered that they tended to get very jumpy when he was around, sometimes dropping things and other times letting out little yelps whenever Jade called out their name or tapped their shoulder.

It was highly entertaining.

This only pushed him to do it more, smiling when the little Prefect would turn around and scold him for his actions with a face that clearly didn't mean any of the words they were saying.

Yet one comment stood out this time, something that had rubbed him the wrong way and had forced him to take matters into his own hands.

"I know you don't like me, but you don't have to keep teasing me!"

Jade was sure that land dwellers were familiar with their own customs, so he was confused as to why they did not see his intentions clearly. Humans teased and joked with the person they held deep affections for--why would they even insinuate of him not liking them.

His conclusion?

They had just not been paying attention.

And Jade didn't like how distracted they had been towards his meticulous advances.

So he would just need to be more straightforward.

“I may not be familiar with land dwellers' customs but I believed I had gained some insight once I started living on the surface. However--I did not think that such a hurtful comment would leave the mouth of someone I was courting.”

He sighs as he pinches down on the nipples in his hands tighter, the pretty Prefect sitting on their lap jumping up in surprise and letting out a soft whine as they slowly sink back on the cock that was pushed deep inside of them.

“I guess this is what happens when I try to do things in a way I am unfamiliar with.”

His other hand grabs their chin and tilts them upwards, taking advantage of their panting to slip his tongue inside and eat up all the soft, quiet moans that left their pretty lips as he continued to pinch, twist and pull until their chest was bright red with the blush that seemed to spread throughout their whole body.

Jade pulls away, letting his saliva drip down into their mouth slowly as his hands grasp Notheir hips when they try to move.

“Stop.”

Their whine is adorable but Jade wasn’t going to let them move.

“What do I want?”

They try to move away but he tilts their head back so they are staring into his eyes but still not saying a word. Jade frowns and thrusts upwards once, their mouth forming an ‘O’ as their insides squeeze down on him. It was like they were begging him to move--but he was not going to give in.

“Say it nice and loud, Prefect.”

He smiles when he sees their eyes gloss over before their mouth starts forming the words he wanted to hear.

“...me…”

Their gasp is adorable as Jade stands up and pushes them so that their hands are grasping onto his bed, feet struggling to lay flat on the ground and forcing them on their tip toes as Jade pulled out only to slam back in with precision on the spot he had been nestled against for the past thirty minutes.

"See? This is what you do to me, my pearl."

Jade grins as his nails dig into their hips, leaning down to whisper into their ear.

"And if you forget, I'll remind you thoroughly."

[elysianslove]

WHAT u were thinking of me 🥺 i wanna talk more but i get really shy and i don't wanna be a bother!! ndnsjdj but ily too ❤️ i'm currently on break and i'm just going crazy with a personal project atm after working ym butt off for uni :')

MISS MAAM I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT HIS THIGHS FOR DAYS. i can't stop thinking about him being sensitive there, especially on his inner thighs??? good lord imagine leaving tiny bites and kisses and tsumu just whines, and he's so needy!!! SO needy!! i love dom tsumu but?!?! the thought of tsumu who's usually so loud and cocky being reduced to a whining, needy mess - I WANT ITTTTTTT I WANT TSUMUUUUUU I WANNA RIDE HIS THIGHS TOO LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN THEM? ABSOLUTELY DIVINE -🦊

i'm so sorry i just needed to let that out hdsnxnns

you’re never a bother i get so excited to see you in my inbox!! proud of you for finishing up uni!! <3

but omg!!! tsumu being sensitive in his thighs, and you picking up on that. what if it didn’t even start of sexual, like your hand just fell on his lap and grazed his inner thigh and he literally shivered. your brain went that’s a surprise tool that can help us later 😼 

and when you have him sat on the couch or sitting up on the bed, and you’re about to treat him real nice, you don’t dive in straight away like you usually do. you take your time, fingers ghosting along his thigh, watching as the muscles twitch, as his thighs flex, before you start pressing your lips all along, kissing the inside of his thigh, sucking softly, biting barely. and tsumu above you’s just shuddering, hands fisting the sheets as he pants and gasps, and he looks so cute. and you continue to do so till his thighs are littered with hickeys, and till his cock’s straining against his boxers, precum leaking through, and till the flush from his cheeks falls down to his neck and chest, till his eyes are a little hazy and in a very tiny, breathless voice he’ll go, “please,” and it really is the cutest thing you’ve ever heard. all because you paid a little too close attention

but riding his thighs????? holy shit. can you imagine??? he’ll bunch up your skirt or something after having taken off your panties and shrugged off his trousers, and he makes you sit like that, grinding your bare cunt along his skin, drenching his thigh. his hands will be iron around your waist, holding you down roughly, and!!! he’ll flex his thigh, so much, just to feel you twitch, to hear you gasp. he’ll call you a lot of dirty things, tell you you’re making such a mess of him, but he himself is so enamored but how the closer you get to your high, the more you let go, the harder and faster your grind against him, and the stain of arousal glistening on his skin, and how you look when you cum, rutting against his thigh, legs trembling, body curling into him, panting and whining. he has no choice but to whisper out, “again,” because he can never have enough

[emmyvennett]

Ba-Na-Na Phone [March 9, 2021]

COMPLETE

Emerson lets out a small...breath as he makes his way up the stairs, still feeling...sweaty after the whole night run, great, as he makes his way over to the bathroom door, giving a quick knock on it. “...Can I come in?” He floats out, leaning against the wall beside the door as he waits for an answer.

Ray hears the knocking, drawing the floss out of his mouth as he holds it taut even still, “yeaaaaaah…” His brows moving briefly upwards as he sees Em, leaning to the right to make room for his beefy ass…

Emerson moves to open the door, sliding in beside Ray, just trying to… “First thing first, am I Overthinking everything right now…?” He asks Ray, his lips pushing just a bit to the side, looking over at him, just wanting to get a clear read on that, feeling like…he was possibly getting suckered into his own bullshit, when it Probably wasn’t necessary, but still…trusting Ray but not really trusting Himself in the moment, feeling like he was on the beginning of some sort of bullshit he didn’t need to be…

Ray turns towards Emmy, giving him a once over…lost a bit on where they were in the conversation as shit stood now…his left brow twitching up a bit, “…Are you?”

“I feel…a bit…in Doubt of myself, tonight, I guess…” Emerson admits as he rubs behind his neck, the words coming out a bit soft, quiet, a bit frustrated with himself that he still…felt that way, and that it was…probably dragging him down, and making him be annoying as all hell, shit… “…so maybe being a bit like…Worried about things that may not even be Things? But also think it is just good to talk sometimes, though also me thinking Too Much into it probably isn’t…helpful?” He ventures, looking at Ray to try and gauge where he was feeling, if he was being Too Much, or…

Ray’s eyes narrow as he tries to focus and follow the ping pong ping of jumbled generalizations and conflicting back and forth points…that weren’t amounting to much of anything, a wet soft sound coming from his lips as he presses them together for a beat, his hand resting on the side of the sink, “…Just say what you wanna Say…Em.”

Emerson feels his lips push to the side as he feels…the little stroke of guilt move through him as he folds his arms across his chest, “I just Love You, is all, and just…don’t want to be doing a bad job of not Showing it, or not giving you Enough…and I don’t know if I’m…actually doing a bad job or if I’m just…shitting on myself for no reason right now, but like…I just always want you to feel Loved, okay?” He offers with a little small…sniff, allergies, definitely, no big deal, “…sorry for being all over the place.”

Ray’s lips slowly curl upwards in spite of himself, “I love you too, crybaby.” His arm swinging upwards his palm softly rubbing along Em’s damp back, as he looks him dead on, repeating the word back to him, even as his lips tease a bit upwards, “Okay?”

“Okay,” Emerson affirms back, giving a quick rub of his sleeve to the little bit of…allergies that had escaped, Damn, spring really was here, wasn’t it, just already feeling…more centered, grounded, instead of just lost in the conflicting mess within his own head, even though has sure he was sweaty as hell, before letting out a small chuckle. “Sorry for the sweatiness, and also…Damn, at you being right again, shit really does run in the family, Big Baby is Heredetary…” He offers out before…the small strike of guilt from the last part of the text conversation moves over him, a small wish of a smile crossing his lips, another small little chuckle moving through him, even as he rubs behind his neck a bit.  “…and sorry for being like…totally embarrassing, too.”

Ray gives Em one last rub along the small of his back as he hears the Big Baby comment, without a Doubt…“What’d I say?” He hums out, his hand easily drifting downwards to lightly and playfully clap one of his cheek’s, “All good, Chik’s not in here to give you shit over it. Your secrets safe with me…” Leaning to the side to toss, or try to anyway, the floss in the trash figuring he had done his share.

A playful little chuckle moves through Emerson as he feels a bit better about the whole shit and how like…totally embarrassing that was, before moving to draw Ray into a kiss, it being a bit…minty fresh, the thought amusing him a bit as the corners of his lips curl upwards a bit, “I Love You,” he breathes out again in reminder, wanting to Say It, and if he wanted to Say It, he should Say It, “…and I could also definitely use a Shower,” he admits with a little chuckle, sure he had already subjected Ray to enough Sweaty Emmy, “…and also just like…thank you, for letting me be my embarrassing self and just…be there with me, by my side, though all This,” he feels the need to say, with just how…jumbled, his thoughts on that whole Shit sometimes got, even though when they were actually in the Moment, it always just felt…Right, Natural, Good, and Ray was probably Right, about the whole not needing to overthink the shit, but…sometimes it just Happened, Little Emmy Things, he guessed, even as he knows the kind of…yeah, behind it, Yeah.

A low hum of contentment passing through Ray as he opens his eyes again, still feeling the remnants of a spark across his lips from the kiss. “…I love you.” Ray lowly murmurs back, his brow hitching upwards as he looks over at the shower from his peripheral view, “I’m not stopping ya…” Ray teases a bit back, hearing the smattering of thanks he didn’t need in the slightest, “Mhm. Mhmmm. Mhmmm.” He nods a bit along with Em, taking hold of his face with his left hand and sinking into him once again, “All In.” He softly breathes out in recognition before drawing his shirt over his head and tossing it at Em’s face, already working his way out of his boxers, figuring he could get a jumpstart on washing his ass before Em’s sweaty swamp ass took up all the hot water…

“Same here,” Emerson breathes back in return after finally drawing back, a smile twitching happily on the corner of his lips, before letting out a snort as he feels the shirt hit his face, taking his own off, half considering throwing it right back butttt…nah, he decides, in his head, a distinctly Ray tone to the word as he tosses his own gross ass sweaty shirt to the ground, along with his running shorts and the rest of the shit, moving in to the shower as he moves to fully, wholly, deeply, envelop Ray into a kiss, as he feels the water cascade down around him, already feeling really nice after that long run.

— One Handsy and Flirty Showa Later —

Emerson relaxes back on the sheets of the bed, it just Hitting Different after a shower, ahhh, drawing Ray into him, as a curiosity moves through him. “You still down to…Sit through my embarrassing skills…?” He floats out there, a bit of a chuckle moving through him as he doesn’t quite wanna say Ittttttt…but Ray knew what he meanttttttt… “You won’t judge me for not being Next Level with that shit like you…?” He lightly teases as he playfully raises his eyebrow, a twitch of an amused little grin crossing his lips.

A lopsided touch of a smirk makes it appearance on the leftmost side of Ray’s mouth, hovering over Em as he sees the drop of water fall into his eye and the rapid blinking followed soon after, stifling his laugh as he draws down and kisses Em, slow and long…“…shut up…get outta your head.” His voice low, soft, even as he moves onto his side beside Em, raking his fingers through his still wet hair, the sensation relaxing him a smidge, “So…how do you wanna do…this…?”

Emerson lets out a laugh as he feels the water move into his eyeeee, whatta shittt, moving to get a little bit of water from his own hairrr and flick it, just so, back at Ray, sticking his tongue out as a warm laugh escapes him, before moving fully into the kiss, before rolling onto his side to look at Ray, a little sheepish half-smile tugging on his lips as he takes him in, “I just want to like…make you feel as fucking Good, as you make me feel, when you do the whole…y’know, so Damn Well…like…Fuck,” he tries to explain, as he lets out a little chuckle, feeling a little embarrassed at his awkward ass way of explaining it but also like, remembering how fucking Good it felt, and wanting to do That, “…but like I feel like when I do it, it’s not like…that fucking…mmm shit you do to me, that like…holy fuck, y’know?” He tries to explain, feeling his face redden just a little bit, the little sheepish smile remaining on his lips as he loosely moves his fingers through Ray’s still-wet scalp. “So I guess I just wanna know…what the most like…holy fuck kind of shit I could do for you would be, or like…how to raise my ass eating game to your level because…damnnnnnnn…” He playfully teases out at the end, a little chuckle moving through as the corners of his lips perk up.

Ray’s eyes cut to the side as his lips silently draw apart, a faint tweak briefly pushing forward from them as Em…goes further on…fucking hell, his brows crinkling as his lips open more to say…to say…“Heh.” The soft barely audible sound pushing out of his throat, the scratching along his scalp pulling his attention back to Em, a soft push of a incredulous snort coming out of him at the question (?) “I don’t—I don’t fucking know…Jesus.” The last word coming out in a touch of a whisper, his fingers scratching against the side of his neck, “…just do it.” He finds himself explaining, how else could he, his eyes drifting closed as his lips find…Em’s cheek (?) drifting a bit further to what he could only assume was…peeking a bit to…exactly, his neck…pressing a few kisses along his skin, still smelling the Irish spring, …festive.

“You’re so fucking…good at it, though,” Emerson softly murmurs back as he looks at Ray, gently trailing his fingers along his scalp as they move through his hair, even has he feels the kiss, his eyes gently flitting closed as he relaxes into the sensation, it just feeling nice, and so good,  “Like…you always know how to make me feel Good, fucking…like nothing Else, like…but also Safe and…Warm…and…like you know my body in a way I don’t even know, and just…I feel like I’m not as like…in tune…with that for you, and I…want to be, to give you what you give me?” He softly murmurs out, finding the need to kind of…say that, even as he feels himself relax into the kisses…

Ray softly swallows a bit feeling his lips push upwards even as his lips tighten a bit, breathing in instead of…yeah. A deep stirring within him at the words, underneath the top layer of…mmm…letting the breath softly pass through his nostrils, drawing himself back to look down at Em, raking his hair back so he didn’t need to get water boarded or some shit, his gaze closely following along with Em’s, “All right. So…kiss Me…”

Emerson gently takes in Ray as he moves to trail his hand down the side of his face, resting it there as he moves in closer to him, closing the gap between them as he draws him into a long, slow, sensual kiss, just…lingering in it, the feelings that came with it, the warmth, the love, feeling the need to just…Say It, again, in the moment, “Ik hou van jou. Oneindig,” (infinitely) he lowly, warmly breathes out against his ear as he draws back, before resting a few, delicate kisses in the space there, along his neck, downward, taking his time with each kiss as he moves downward, just wanting to show how much he loved Ray, all of him…

“Ik hou van jou.” Ray lovingly whispers back, as he lies back where Em had been before him, his arms stretching upwards and out as he takes in a breath, feeling the slight ticklish sensation against his skin, his head rubbing back along the pillow not quite getting It, closing his eyes as he feels a sense of relief as his fingers scratch at the Spot that had been calling to him, his palm resting onto his chest as he absentmindedly scratches his chest, trying to just…enjoy the shit for a change. His lips tweaking up gently as he feels the trail, his body further relaxing as mmm… a yawn airily overtakes him, oh shitttt, biting along his forearm as he blinks his eyes open, his palm rubbing roughly against his eyelid as he looks to Emmy, making a conscious, “Mmmmmm…” (?) trying to deepen it a little more? Feeling like it sounded too fake to start wanting to let him know, yeah, you know…the yawn having been a total fluke.

Emerson stops the kisses as he wonders if he was…being too drawn out with the whole thing (?), or if Ray was just tired, “Not good?” He asks, attentively looking up at him, wanting to…get the shit to be as good as it was when Ray did it for him, but also… “Or just…tired?”

“…nah. It’s Good.” Ray lowly mutters out, giving him a sleepy smile, trying to pluck what words to say, “…so…hot?” The right side of his face scrunching up, what the fuck…closing his eyes because he had no other choice in the beat of the moment, “…keep going.”

“No, that’s you…” Emerson lowly murmurs out against Ray’s skin, kissing lower, still with a delicacy and purpose to his movements but now adding in a bit more…heat, to it, a sensual…je ne sais quoi, little bit of spice to it, wanting to…make it a bit hot, in his own way, “…the shit you do drives me wild, makes me so…” He lowly breathes out in between the kisses, the last word almost coming to him but not…quite, the little back hinge of embarrassment over the whole thing kicking back to him, settling for just a lowly murmured, “…fuck,” as he continues to be explore, appreciate Ray’s body with that more…heated mm, to it all, as it picks up…

A soft push of air comes out of Ray’s nose as his hip tweaks a bit forward at the nips and shit, not having expected them…rubbing his head back a bit as he softly chuckles again trying to just take his own advice and get out of his own head, relax…new experiences, and all…his lips curling upwards as a gentle faint rumble moves through his stomach, “…so…fuck?” He repeats back, a bit of shit giving…a soft intake of breath rolling into him as his toes twist a bit on his left foot…

“Like….you know…” Emerson lowly murmurs in between the heated, je ne sais quooooi, kisses, hoping it was good and he was bringing the right…mmmmm…to it all, a bit of playfulness, even as he moves more sensually in his kisses, picking up into his tone, “…you’re not going to make me say It…are You…?” 

Ray reaches baccccck for the other pillow, wrapping his arm back around it hnhhhh, a low sigh coming out of him, as his lips curl a bit in silent amusement, giving a loose shake of his head, “…nahhhh…”

“Gooood….” Emerson lowly murmurs back, before looking up at Ray for confirmation, “…do you still want to do this?” He asks, before proceeding further, just wanting to make sure Ray was still down and feeling it, almost kind of…excited to try this out again, see if he could Do It the way Ray did and make him feeeeeel the way he did, mm….a little cock of a playfully mischievous tug forming on the edge of his lips…

Do What?” Ray chuckles a half-smirk slowly makes it debut, “just s’pose to lay here…yeah? Pull a couple of these…” Ray’s voice trailing off as he smushes his face tightly, then transitions into closing his eyes and letting his tongue lull out of his mouth, slowly drawing it back in as he makes a cacophonous noise a not quite parody of Em and the gist of what those porn stars sounded like the last time when they had skimmed a few of the especially corny ones…pumping his fist into the air….mnmnnnnnnnnnn.

“Let me eat your assssss…..” Emerson replies, the little half-grin spreading even as his tone lowers at the last word, a little flit of embarrassment still moving through him at Saying It in the middle of the playfulness, before a snort moves through him before bursting into a full on laughhhh, “Stopppppp….” He lets out in between laughsssss, before getting back to the whole What of it all, “…and like…how much of a ‘Top’ you want me to be…?” He floats out back as he feels the little flush of embarrassment again, hoping he wasn’t saying it too fucking awkwardly, but wanting to know if Ray wanted him to like…do a Full On Take Charge kind of thing, or just like…what he did for him, or like something Else entirely, wanting to give Ray the best experience he could, one that he would be really into…

“Eugh.” Ray’s tongue pushing out in playful disgust, his eyes warming a bit at the unchecked sound of Emmy’s laughter, a soft smack of his lips cutting through the air as he opens his mouth a bit…unsure, was this like some role play shit or something? Or did he forget this was his thing he wanted to do? “Uhhhh…how much do you wanna be?” His toes stretching and tapping a bit against the cool sheet…

A little chuckle moves from Emerson as his nose warmly crinkles a bit, the little half-grin cocking a bit upwards, before hearing the questionnn… “Noooo, what would be the most….hot for you?“ He asks, playfully rolling out the Word, wanting this to be about Ray and what He Wanted….

Ray snakes his arm out from underneath the pillow, sitting up as he looks at Em dead on, his hands softly tugging at his face, “You would. You make me so harrrrd…” His soft, serious words undercut by the amusement of the last one as he draws it ouuuut, plucking it back from what he Assumed Emmy had wanted to say before in his gush fest, if that part wasn’t wholly obvious to him, he’d just fucking say it. Pulling in even closer, his lips pressing onto Em’s alighting a fresh spark into him as his eyes drift closed, the sweetness of it holding true even as a hungriness grows within him…his hands naturally moving from his cheeks, along the back of his neck, his shoulder blades…

“Oh my godddd, how did you know what I was going to sayyyy…?” Emerson teases back with a punctuated gasp of Shock, a warm playfulness sparking into his eyes, even as the words make him feel a….mmmm, yeah, moving closer into Ray as he indulges in the kiss, deeply, a bit hungrily, pulling back to murmur, because he might as well Say It, fuck, “…you make me so fucking Hard…” He finishes the sentence in a low, breathy murmur, even as he feels the bit of embarrassment flush beneath the surface at Saying It that’s drowned out as he moves fully, deeply back into the kiss, wanting more, but… “Tell me how you Want Me…” He lowly murmurs out against Ray’s ear in a heated breath, not sure if they were still going with the original plan or Ray was going to go for it, cool with either really, but just…feeling that Want move through him, in the moment, mm…

A soft snicker lowly rolls out of Ray as his shoulder rises briefly upwards as the rustle of a whisper tickles his ear, “…yeah?” His lips curling up a bit in warm delight, “…what’re you gonna do about it?” He murmurs back, a beat passing before he wraps his arm around him, pulling him into a headlock and giving him a good noogie…for all that shit-talking he had been doing earlier…heh. His arm naturally moving back around him as he presses a soft kiss along his temple. “nah. but, really…you trying to….smash smash?” He asks seriously, tweaking his eyebrow upwards until a snort cuts out of him, a widespread innocently charmed grin alighting his face.

“….yeah,” Emerson warmly replies, a playful delighted grin flickering his lips before a laugh moves through him at the noogie, “…No fairrrrr…” He lets out at the sneak attack, trying to pull one of his own little moves to get out of it before he feels Ray release him from the headlock, a warm laugh moving through him again as he draws Ray back in closer to him, resting some kisses along his jaw, “Oh hell yeah…” He offers out, in a low, sensual, Serioussss tone….before a chuckle moves through him, his eyes brightening with a playfulness, “…or be smashed, totally cool with that, too…” He adds in, a half-grin crossing his lips, trying to gauge which way he was leaning, which way Ray seemed to be leaningggggg, hmhmhmmm….before resting a few kisses along Ray’s ear, before lowly murmuring, a breath away, “Sit your ass on my face…?” A playfully amused grin crossing his lips, a part of him still wanting to give it a go, and always good to do before a smash smash, sooo…even as he has to do a little internal snort at his own thoughts, but still…not feeling so embarrassed any more, he realizes, and just…feeling kind of good and natural, and adventurous…just a smidge.

A warm strike sizzles within Ray at the lowly spoken answer, only stoking his want even more…his brow quirking a bit at the mixed signal…coming in unexpectedly, a soft hm passing through him, he could do that. “Li—” He lowly starts off his words commingling into a chuckle of surprise, uhhh…huh. The rightmost corner of his lips tugging upwards, as he draws Emmy back down, his lips warming his own, as he pivots himself breaking the familiar warmth for a few beats as he straddles over Em’s face, his arms reaching out and settling along the bed frame as he tries to make it so it was what Em wanted without slapping his dick against his forehead, pffffft…the image causing a soft cough to rise out of him as he feels Em’s hands on his thighs, drawing him further downnnnn…

“C’mere, sit it your ass on my faceeeee….” He lowly, but playfully says this time as the whole line from that one song about sitting your ass on the throne strikes him in the moment and tickles him a bit, a grin curling onto his lips, moving to place his hands on Ray’s thighs to draw him down, downnnn, if he was suffocated by the ass, so be it, was like that one tweet said, right? It’s all loveee, mhmmm, just feeling…relaxed and kind of ?? good about it? As he just kind of…lets his tongue do the talking, do tongues not always do the talking, though? He internally muses with a flit of amusement, even as his tongue glideeees just so, doing his best to pay attention to how Ray was reacting and adjust accordinglyyyy… 

Ray closes his eyes just trying to get Into It, arching his back a bit as his hand closes around himself, blinking his eyes open for a beat so he could…the salvia drawing downnnn…and fuck. Letting go, and redirecting his focus on…shit. His fingers gently raking back through Em’s hair, disperse and disappear…yeah, that was the move. His lips curling upwards in quiet amusement as he feels Em’s hands push against his ass, like having two fucking thanksgivings in one house, kinda degree of separation of his ass…cheeks. Pfft. A barely audible snort escaping him, a hum, following shortly thereafter…ehh…this wasn’t so bad, he guessed kinda wei…different. Not his top thing. But, eh. He wasn’t complaining or anything, his fingers moving in deeper and grazing Em’s scalp hearing the sounds coming out of him, even now…seems like it was a Thing for him, a crooked half-smile pushing in the leftmost corner of his mouth. His hip twitching a bit to the side of its own accord as he deeeeply breathes in, riding it out for a little while longer, making his spit shot to where he had wanted it to go, this last time…his hand slowly gliding against himself, his wrist twisting just a touch…eh. Shit. His hand eventually finding its way ontop of Em’s for a beat before sliding down a some, his legs straddling alongside him, hovering overtop of him for a few beats, leaning down to kiss him…easily becoming lost in the otherworldly sensations it brought forward through him. God, he Loved Him. His thumb lightly swiping against the corner of his lip, “…you wanna…you know, now? Eh? …think I’m Good To Go…” He lowly informs him, with a bit of a tinge of a sheepish curl of a barely there smile.

Emerson’s little internal playful musings in the middle of the whole wonderful it’s all love Experience, could he call it by its name, it’s Actual Name, Dare He, even in the safe space of his mind? Eating….ass, he punctuates with a playful zesty mischeviousness as he eats that ass, eats that ass? Em, really? C’monnn…He playfully chides himself as he continues…until he feels Ray move, wondering if he had…fucked up somewhere? Maybe? The thought intrusively cutting in before he could wrestle with it only for it to fall by the wayside, fading into the back of his mind as it is dashed and scattered by the warmth, the love, the indescribable feeling as he feels Ray’s lips meet his, warmly, wholly, drawing into him, the corners of his lips naturally parking upwards, looking at Ray with a playful warmth before he years the you know, causing a light twinkle of mischief to spark into his eyes, “You know…?” He faux innocently teases out, teasing back to the question Ray had asked before, when he had made him Say It, say the words, the fabled, mystical words, Let Me Eat Your Asssss…..A little flush moving onto his face as a sheepishness weaves into the smile present onto his lips as he hears himself say the Words again, letting out a little bashful chuckle at himself and how Bold he Said It, shit, but also…amused? At himself, even though it was a little embarrassing, and he tried? Right? And that was Something, trying, not being afraid, hopefully doing something Good, the little sheepish half smile cocking onto his lips. “Was it good?” He asks, just to make sure, but this was a Safe Space? Right? A time to learn and grow and…Eat That Ass, the thought flickers into his mind as he tells hims to stopppppp It, Em, stoppppp, sometimes he needed to hear it his own damn self, he thinks with a playfully chiding glimmer of amusement swirling through his thoughts…

Ray’s gaze cuts to the side a smidge as he sucks the side of his cheek, the sound…palpable in the moment, squinting his eyes if but for a moment. Heh. He was…a little Shit. A stream of air pushing through his nose as he focuses back in on Em, his lips spreading apart about to say some shit of his own until the soft question disrupts it, Uh…huh. “For me? Yeah. Yeah, it was Good…” Ray warmly, breathily, murmurs back his fingers softly spreading against the edges of his lips, his gaze lingering on them. “Good…for you?”

“Is it…everything you hoped and dreamed it would be?” He teases with a bit of light, playfulness but also softness to his tone, playful, but with a bit of truth…underlying the playful veneer of the question, hoping that it was Better than Good, that it was what Ray wanted, just…wanting to make him feel the way Ray made him feel, a warmth swirling in his eyes as he looks at him, “I’m still not like…You level good, I think…” He truthfully says, sure he wasn’t like…Killing it or anything, but…he felt comfy? Doing it? He enjoyed it? And if Ray liked it, then…it was Good, right? Before the little bit of playful mischief curls back into his smile as he leans in, a breath away from Ray’s ear, playfully brlowing a stream of air before lowly asking, “Do what?” In the same way that Ray had asked before when he made him say  It, the It, the You Know What…

A half garbled chuckle pushes out of Ray, drawing his right leg back over as he settles onto his side, beside Em. A lopsided half-smile tugging the western most side of his mouth. “Shut uppppppp…” His voice coming out low and warm, leaning in closer to kiss along Emmy’s sternum. Soft. And slow. His head raising a bit at the question, his lips slowly curling upwards before the word even leaves his lips, “Me.”

“Noooo….” Emerson lowly, warmly teases back as the corners of his lips tug upwards as he feels the kiss, his fingers lightly grazing Ray’s scalp, “Not going to shut up….” He playfully reminds, giving his cheek a light little flick, a warm amusement moving through him at Ray’s response, along with a stiring of mmm, before, just wanting to double check, “Was it like good Good or do you need something more…?” He asks to make sure, wanting to make sure he’d be good and comfy, not going to take offense if so, he was no Pro at it or anything….

Ray squints his eyes, feeling the light lingering twinge of a sting against his cheek causing him to draw his head up, “I don’t need it, but I want…you.” Ray replies back a tenderness to his tone, his arm reaching across his chest, his thumb edging slowly across his cheek, “Put your dick in my ass?” He softly murmurs out, as he leans over further, his chest pressing against Em’s as he sucks in a bit of air, it pushing out of him almost instantly as he breaks out into a fit of laughter, his stomach tightening like hell, not having been able to hold it together after that. A softer chuckle cutting out of him as he presses his lips to the side of Em’s face. One. Two. Three times.

A warm softness easily moves onto Emerson’s lips as he hears the part about wanting Him, his fingers gently moving along Ray’s scalp before…a twitch of amusement moves through him in the moment as oh shit, it kind of registers, a small warm snort moving through him, “You Can have Me and Lube if you need it…” He teasingly offers out but also Reminds, Because like…he wasn’t a Pro and Ray didn’t have to be all Badass and like…you know, he was endowed…he guessed, a little sheepish awkwardness moving through him at the thought before he hears that Voiceeeeeee, a laugh erupting through him as well, “Stoppppp, I thought you hated Thatttt!” Emerson playfully reminds in between laughs, lightly giving Ray a nudgeeeee, because No Fair, before trying to give him that Look He Hateeeed, because it was only Fair for him to do it, Too. “Put my Dick…in Your…Ass?” He tries with his best sweet innocence before the whole character slips away just as fast as it came, the warm chuckles sputtering through before feeling the kisses, his lips twitching upwards, before drawing Ray into a deep, warm kiss, before drawing back, a breath away from his ear, lowly, but playfully, as a spark of mischief moves through him, whispering, “Say the Magic P Word…”

Ray keeps going tilting his head even as the warm afterglow of amusement resonates within him, feeling the nudges, his attention flickering upwards ….eugh. His fingers splaying over Em’s face, not That…shitttttt. Pffffft. His hand gravitating to the right side of his chin, tilting his head towards him. His eyes softly closing as an smile curves upwards as his lips meet his own, reveling in it until he feels the…mm. Hooking his leg over to the opposite side of Em, hovering over him, angling down kissing the side of his mouth, “Pie-Thag-Reeeeee-…Ummmmmm…theoryyyy…” He lowly murmurs out, in between slow kisses along his jaw.

A warm chuckle moves from Emerson as he moves Ray’s hand off his faceeeeee, playfully sticking his tongue out at him before meeting him fully in the kiss, a warm toothy half-grin cocking upwards on his lips in spite of it being the Wrong one, “The Other one…” He lowly murmurs out against Ray’s ear as he rests a few kisses nearby before adding, a warm flicker of teasing moving into his tone, “…and I think you mean the Pie-Thackorean Theoremmmm, Actuallly…” He punctuates in his best scholarly tone, even as it remains lowly spoken…

Ray’s lips part as he takes in a bit of air, a crossroads between a dying set of brakes and a moan pushing forcefully out of him. His head smacking down against Em’s chest as a deep thunderous eruption of laughter spills out of him, the intensity of the UuUUuuuh, too much even for him, the laughter soon dying out in a sputtering mess as he rolls his head a bit to the side, smacking his lips and a kiss besides Em’s nipple closest to him, letting a throaty hummmm rumble out of him, and against Em’s chest. Could it be….“…pumppppppkin?” He murmurs out, playfully biting his nipple…

Emerson hears the…not exactly sure what it was in the moment, but shit, laughter moving from him as well, lightly tapping his fingers in thought along Ray’s back as he lets out a contemplated hummmm…. “Close, and I can give you extra credit for that…” He murmurs out, before, trying to get his tone all sexy-like, deep, firm, like he was one of those badass Doms or some shit, or whatever they were calleddddd, “Say Please,” he commands, commanddddds, he thinks, the whole thing just seeming so ohmygoddddd coming from him, shit, fuckkkk… a smile cracking through the whole thing as laughter moves out of him at that whole Thing, shitttt, he could Not, a snort laugh cutting through as the laughter moves from him at how Unconvincing he was, but shittt, an amusement still moving through him at That and the Sound and the whole daddYyy kinda baby doll tone from before, a warm, deeply amused smile cracking through onto his lips…

Ray’s brows swiftly crease downwards as he hears Em speak, drawing his head back up…looking him over, catching the instant crack of a smile, his own slowly following suit…his lips smacking together as they parttttt…taking in a soft breath as he watches Em snort, so…sexy, hahaha. Ha. “So, are you saying you Don’t wanna take me on a first class trip to BoneTown…, Mister V? I stayed back from practice and everything…what the fucccck…” Ray remarks quickly back, what a fucking bummer. Gathering himself upright as he his gaze narrows…scanning the room forrrrr…“where is…my…banana hammock?” 

“Are you saying you won’t even say an itty bitty pleaseeee, even for me…?” He playfully remarks quickly back even putting justttttt a bit of that baby voice into the last few words as they trill offfff, just because Ray hated it, a playful bit of mischief moving through him as his lips perk upwards, a full grin blossoming before hearing Ray’s words, banana making him remember…oh..Ohhhh, not sure if he ever answered but…reaching over the best he could without disturbing Ray too much as he reaches to open the nightstand drawer, his hand searching for no…no…ahaaaaa…his eyes alighting as he pulls It out, the Iconic, the Legendary…a snort moving through him at this shit even Existing and being sold at the Good Ol’ Sex Shop Next Door, before presenting it in Full Infomercial megawatt dazzling smile style, his other hand circling around it enticingly to show off the Product, all yours for just 59.99 plus tax and shipping, “Can I interest you in a wonderful, delightfully Enticing banana lube instead?” He does in his best charismatic Salesman voice, feeling it was worth double checking if he did need it before that trip to the legendary place that was Bonetown, he’d have to pick up a souvenirrrr while he was there, but also because it was Definitely a Product Every American Should Have In Their House and Not Be Withouttt.…a little amused snort moving through him at the Infomercial Guy’s voice presenting the banana lube in full splendor in his thoughts…

The movement draws Ray’s attention from the piles on the floor…back over to Not Mister V…his elbow pushing down against the bed as he rests his chin onto his palm, watching the impromptu infomercial, was this…Sponsored? Drawing his other arm out, palm up, “Please, by all means…let me try a sample first?” His fingers playfully wiggling out a bit, waiting for the pump pump dump…

“Of course, sir, you’ll find this sample has some delectable notes of ba-na-nahhhh to it…” He speaks forward, perfectly punctuating the words just so, as part of the Demonstration, the Sale, giving an emphatic, generous first pump, to allow him to see the product, to take it in, in all of its glory, before giving the second, the follow up, the pump that truly demonstrated what this product entailed, allowing Ray to take it in…

A low chuckle rolls out of Ray, hearing the cheesy salesman voice Em was seeming to be rocking with for the time being, seeing the…well fuck. Careful to keep his curved just a bit until he closes it and glides it between Em’s thighs…really giving the thing it’s due diligence, wanting to make sure this shit Worked as good as Advertised, leaning in to kiss Em’s cheek, as his hand easily continues to move along…damn? Maybe this was some effective shit after all. His kisses trailing down…along Em’s neck. “…some Good shit…” His words lowly flow out of him. “What do you think…?”

Emerson feels a soft breath as he feels the, mm, due diligence, and attention, given to the product test, shit, feeling Ray’s lips on his cheek before he places his hand on his cheek to draw him in to meet his lips fully, Damn, was this a demonstration for the ages, he was just that good of a Salesman, right, “Some good ass shit…” He lowly agrees back, before a little twitch of warm amusement moves through him as he looks at Ray, a little Easy, warm half grin crossing his lips, “Not as good as You, but…what Can compete with that?” He teasingly, warmly offers out, before a playfully mischevious look crosses his eyes as he draws Ray in closer to plant a few kisses along his jaw, “But I think there’s still one last Test I need to do…” He lowly murmurs out against his ear with a little hum at the end of his words…

Ray’s hand slows a notch further, his attention tuning into the wetness of Em’s tongue against his own, the warmth of his breath…his…a slow curve of a smile appearing as he blinks his eyes open softly looking to Em and slidiiiing his hand up and….away. Looking down for a flit of a moment, a warmth creeping along the sides of his neck…his finger poking Em’s chest, leaning in a bit as the word floats out from between his lips, easily, warmly…“You.” His head tilting to the side indulging in the warm teasing kisses against his skin, the breathy words tickling his ear causing a tiny tweak along the corresponding corner of his lips, his interest was…Piqued. “…oh yeah?”

“Me?” Emerson softly breathes back as he hears the words, a little smile peeking onto the edges of his lips, his fingers moving gently through Ray’s hair as he takes him in, a soft warmth crinkling onto his features, a glow of affection swirling within his eyes, fuck, did he love him. “Nah, all you,” he murmurs back, with a playful, lightly teasing Ray-ness to the words, even as a sincerity remains in them, the smile peeking upwards on the right side of his lips, before drawing Ray in close again for the kisses, hearing his response to the lowly murmured words… “Yeah…” He replies in a warm, low breath, drawing Ray into a deep, full kiss before easing into him, to do the Full and True test of how well this product worked, he had to be Thorough, right? His motions beginning slowly, sensually — if he would indulge himself and let him use that word about himself, but still — attentively, perhaps was better, but maybe there was a bit of…sensual-ness to him, some latent within the core of his being, and fuck, did he love Ray, along with his…a little internal chuckle moving through him as he moves to grab It, once again, he wasn’t going to yield that anything could compete with the way that Ray did It, but also…he was having fun and feeling…mmm…damn good and he wanted Ray to feel the same way, the best he could, his lips pressing against Ray’s neck as he…mmm…as they connect together, body, heart, and soul...with a little bit of help from the Product in Question, of course.

- BA NA NA PHONE COMPLETE -

[omgjasminesimone]

Storytime

Bryce x MC

Now with follow-up

...

Dr. Bryce Lahela looks a little out of place, sitting crisscross applesauce on a plush sky blue carpet in his white coat and surgical scrubs. He’s also much bigger than the small children he’s surrounded by. But it’s not an unfamiliar sight for the staff of the Edenbrook daycare center. Dr. Lahela tends to stop by a lot nowadays. 

The kids all love him, as evident from their rapt attention as he reads aloud from ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’. 

“On Thursday, he ate through four strawberries, but he was still hungry.” Bryce reads emphatically, holding the book out so his rapt audience can all see the illustrations.

 Dr. Zaid Mirani enters the brightly painted room, nodding at the daycare center director. “Hey Claudia, I’m signing out Gabriella for the day.” He announces. 

“You might have to wait a minute, she seems to be pretty entranced with storytime.” Claudia reveals. 

Zaid looks around the corner, spotting Bryce amongst Edenbrook staff’s toddlers and babies. Zaid can’t help but roll his eyes. “Oh for crying out loud, again?!?” Last time Bryce did this, Zaid had to wait twenty whole minutes for him to finish the book since his daughter refused to leave without throwing a fit. 

“On Saturday he ate through one piece of chocolate cake, one ice cream cone, one pickle, one slice of swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon.” Bryce reads with an incredulous tone. 

Gabriella tskks, leaning over to whisper to Sienna and Danny’s 2 year old son. “So greedy.”

Zaid checks his watch. He really needs to get home to Ines and their newborn. He clears his throat, gesturing for Gabriella to come over. She shakes her head no, short pigtails swinging.

Zaid frowns, walking over now and interrupting Bryce mid sentence. “If you don’t mind Dr. Lahela, Gabriella is needed at home.” 

“But she’s going to miss the moral of the story Zaid! You don’t want that, do you?” Bryce returns.

“Daddy! I want the moral!” His toddler insists.

“Princess, I’ll read the book to you at home.” Zaid insists. 

Gabriella pouts. “But I want to hear Dr. Lahela read ittttttt.” She whines. 

“You can’t deprive Gabriella of Dr. Lahela storytime Dr. Mirani! She’ll be left out of all the daycare water cooler talk!” Bryce insists, complete with charming smile that just irritates Zaid more if anything. 

Zaid is about to retort, but he’s interrupted. “Bryce!” Casey calls out irritably. Zaid really enjoys watching the smile fall off Bryce’s face. 

“Uh oh.” Bryce mutters, lifting his 6 month old daughter Kehlani from his lap up to his face to hide behind as Casey storms into the room from the hallway.

“She’s never going to get used to daycare if you keep doing this Bryce!” Casey insists. They just enrolled Kehlani two weeks ago, after Casey took four months of maternity leave, followed with Bryce taking two months of paternity leave.

“But if I don’t come by every couple of hours, she might forget who I am!” Bryce argues, ridiculously. You’d think he’d been on paternity leave for more like two years based on how ridiculously attached he got.

“Don’t you have surgeries to do?” Zaid cuts in. 

“Yes, thank you Dr. Mirani! You have a job to do Bryce.” Casey adds. 

“There’s no job more important than being Kehlani Lahela’s daddy.” Bryce retorts, pressing a kiss to the top of Kehlani’s dark curls. 

“Well that’s cute and all, but it’s time to get back to the job you’re paid to do. Give me our baby.” Casey insists. She has a very hard time being stern with him when he says cute things like that, but her husband really needs to stop visiting the daycare center multiple times a day. For his sake as well as Kehlani’s.

Bryce sighs, getting to his feet and reluctantly handing Kehlani over to her mother. He bends down to press a kiss to his daughter’s forehead. “I’ll come back to finish the story later.” He mutters to Kehlani under his breath. 

“I heard that Bryce.” Casey retorts. 

[haechanplsacceptmylove]

Regret pt. 3

Part one 🍓 part two 🍓 part three 🍓 part four 🍓

A/n: so the next part aka 4th will be the last part 🥺🍓 i hope u guys like this part because I REALLY didn't know how to continue it since y/n duccked up big time in the last part but i hope u guys like ittttttt🖤 it took me soooo long to figure out how to continue it. Part 4 will be released asap! Only if their comeback doesn't kill me for real😫❤️.

"y/n baby please open the door"

As soon as you hear your boyfriend's voice you push Mino away from you and look at him shocked "what the fuck did i just do" you whisper to yourself and feel the regret taking over you, you hear another knock "y/n please let's talk"

-2 hours ago-

After you had left the dorm, Jaehyun walked in Haechan's room "can't you schedule your free time or something?? Your fucking girlfriend waited for you for 3 hours and all you did was play your stupid game?!" Jaehyun looks at Haechan in disbelief. "Jaehyun it's none of your business, she's my girlfriend" Haechan says in stern tone which only makes Jaehyun angrier and hold his younger friend's collar "I just feel so fucking bad for leaving her for you when I would've treated her better" Jaehyun says in gritted teeth and Haechan looks at him in shock. "yes, I've liked y/n for two years now and we almost got it official until you, yes you stepped in between us and stole her from me". Haechan looks at Jaehyun in shock and is left speechless until Jaehyun adds "So either you go and make it up to her or I go and get her back to me and treat her the way she deserves to be treated" he lets go of Haechan and Haechan takes his keys and leaves the dorm driving to your apartment

-meantime-

Mino looks at you immediately understanding the way you're looking at him, he was always able to read your mind from your eyes or face expression and he clearly saw that you were regretting everything that happened couple minutes ago and that you were only drunk and didn't understand what you were doing, he understood that it was a mistake, a huge mistake. He smiles at you sadly to hint that you totally don't need to use your words and gets up taking his things and walking towards the door. You get up and try to follow him with your messed up steps since you were still kind of drunk. Mino opens the door and meets Haechan whose expression show shock and disappointment. He looks at Mino and looks at you who was just as shook as he was. Haechan notices the fade dark pink lipstick that obviously looks like it's yours on Mino's lips and looks at you. Mino looks at Haechan emotionless and walks past him without saying a word. Haechan holds his shoulder to turn him around and punches him. You yelp and run towards Haechan to stop him but he pushes you away. Mino tries to get up but his cheek meets another punch from your boyfriend as he straddles Mino's body to give him more punches, you get up and push Haechan off your best friend "FUCKING STOP IT HAECHAN WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM" you yell at him, tears falling down your cheeks and leaving a burning sensation. "He deserves it" Haechan says getting up to hit him again but you hold him "please stop it, i-it's not his fault", Haechan and Mino both freeze at your words. It was obviously Mino's fault because you were visibly wasted on the alcohol and you didn't understand what you were saying and Mino himself knows he made a mistake but he just couldn't hold it in anymore and did what he did but unfortunately this fact is now buried by your words, but you had to say that, otherwise you know that your best friend may end up with broken bones tonight and your boyfriend would probably end up in jail and lose his job he's been working on for many years. You hold your boyfriend's arms "i-its my f-fault" Haechan looks at you shocked and you hesitate to look him in the eyes but you do it, tears streaming your face "i-i made a mistake bab-" "don't fucking say that word, don't call me baby" Haechan pushes your hands away from his arms and you see a look you've never, ever seen in Haechan's eyes and you just feel your heart break knowing you fucked up for real now. "baby let me just explain pleas-" "i said do.not. call me baby" he says in a stern voice that gives you goosebumps, he huffs and chuckles in disbelief "i really- i was not expecting that y/n y/l/n" he shakes his head. As soon as you heard your full name you just lost it. "No it's not her fault" Mino says getting up and Haechan shoots him a glare that could kill, you look at Mino and shake your head "please Mino leave us alone" you say and nod your head, he was about to say something but you interrupt him "please", he nods and walks away. You look at Haechan who's now burning Mino's back with his eyes. "Haechan let me talk-" "talk? What do you want to say huh?" he looks at you in disgust "there's literally nothing- y/n nothing to defense yourself with" at this point you're trying your best to not break in front of him and you only look at him feeling a knot in your throat, not being able to talk. Haechan chuckles and looks anywhere else but at you, trying to not cry either, he licks his lips and takes a deep breath "we're over". He turns around to walk away and you feel like you just break into million pieces, your eyes widen seeing him walking away and you try to hold his arm to stop him from leaving "Haechan pleas- ah!" He pushes your hand away and as you try to run after him you trip on your drunken steps and fall down with a yelp.

As much as Haechan wanted to turn around and run to you and hold you in his arms and ask you if you're hurt or you're okay and tell you that everything is fine and make you warm he just couldn't. He couldn't comfort a hurt person when he himself is hurt and broken . "I'm sorry but you hurt me" he whispers to himself, tears streaming down his face, walking away, the only thing he can hear is your loud sobs and your pleads for him to not leave you.

[zanesgirlfriend]

Almost Satisfied | Jeff Wittek

Description: The reader finds out that Jeff likes her, and she teases him about it.

Requested?: Yes by @parsel-txngue : Can you do a Jeff imagine where you accidentally over hear him telling vlog squad that he likes you and you subtly tease him. Thank youu :)

A/N: Instead of overhearing I had someone text it to the reader instead, anyways this was cute and hella short and simple so enjoy!

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Hey, I know a secretttttt

Zane texted you from across the room. He was always doing stupid shit like this. Zane was sitting near Todd and Jeff, taking a sip of his beer as he watched you read the text.

What is ittttttt

You rolled your eyes at him as you responded. You watched him smirk as he texted you back.

I'm not allowed to tell you

You laughed to yourself and showed Carly the texts.

If you're not allowed to tell me then why are you telling me?

The two of you discussed what you thought would be the secret as you waited for him to text you back.

bc the secret is about youuuuuuu

You and Carly were very curious now, and didn't wanna make any guesses.

"Zane, come here." Carly yelled across the room to him. He got up and the two of you dragged him into the kitchen.

"What is the secret?" You prodded him.

"I can't tell you." He giggled. You were getting frustrated now.

"Zane. If it involves me, you have to tell me." You pinned him against the counter.

"Okay, okay, okay." Zane took a deep breath and leaned into your ear. "Someone has a crush on you." He whispered. You noticed how he smelled of alcohol.

"What? Who?" You were starting to draw attention to the little group you had in the kitchen, so you lowered your voice.

"What was the secret?" Carly asked. Zane whispered in her ear as well. "Who?" She had the same response as you. Zane whispered in her ear again, which seemed very unfair to you.

"Okay is someone gonna tell me?" You just wanted to know who liked you.

"It's Jeff." Carly whispered towards you. You smiled and look towards him. He was laughing with Todd about something. "So do you like him?" Carly and Zane were awfully close to you, as if you were the one being interrogated now.

"I don't know yet, but I'm going to drive him wild until I figure it out." You smirked, and your two friends laughed. The rest of the night was spent with your friends, planning ways to torture Jeff.

The next day rolled around and the gang was back at David's to film something. You wore a shirt that was a little more revealing than usual, and jeans that made your ass look good. Everyone sat around the living room thinking of bits, and you made sure to sit where Jeff could see you.

You spent your time on the couch letting your phone slide off of your lap and onto the floor, slowly bending over to pick it up. You also sucked on a lollipop, making eye contact with Jeff as the candy dragged out of your mouth.

Jeff was paying close attention to you, his eyes sliding over your body time and time again. Every time you needed to get past Jeff, you made sure to slide right in front of him. If he was standing you would ever so slightly grind on him, and give him a glance as you passed by. Carly, Erin, and Zane laughed with you all day as you saw Jeff get more frustrated and flustered. You also noticed the bulge in his pants got larger throughout the day, and you were satisfied.

Well, almost satisfied.

You decided you wanted to do one more thing to him before you went home. You waited for Jeff to use the restroom, and as soon as you heard the flush of the toilet you got ready for the final part of your plan. He opened the door and you started to head into the bathroom as he was walking out, casually gliding your hand over his bulge.

"Sorry." You said to him, but he was fed up with being tortured. He grabbed your wrist and turned you so your back was against the counter in the bathroom.

"You think I'm not noticin' that? You think I'm not seein' any of that stuff you've been doin' all day?" He whispered, his deep voice cutting through the tension you had created. All you could do at this point was smile and look up at him, seeing his face closer than you ever had before. His bulge pressed against your crotch as he talked to you.

"Who told you?" He asked you, knowing someone had spoken about his crush.

"Zane." You said flatly, too focused on the curve of his lips.

"I'm gonna kill him." Jeff said as he let go of you, trying to leave the bathroom. You grabbed his arm before he could go too far, and pulled him back in.

"No, don't." Your hands slid up the sides of his face to the back of his neck. His eyes flickered down to your lips. You pulled his head towards yours and watched him close his eyes. While he waited for a kiss from you, you slid to the side, landing a small peck on his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked at you as you turned to walk away.

"I'll kill him for you." You smiled, high-fiving Zane as you rounded the corner.

[soutasnotebook]

Jumping on the Kiss With X bandwagon... A kiss with Tatara? A kiss with Kiyoko? Maybe even one with Karren??

Tatara

Kissing Tatara was set in motion by what you and he consider an accident, but Eto considered careful planning. You walked in on the Aogiri co-leader with his characteristic red mask off and gasped in surprise.

You apologized, and stuttered at the sight of his lips. You could have sworn someone whispered doooo ittttttt from behind the door. 

“You look cute,” you blurt. You step forward and push your lips against his. 

It takes Tatara a second to register the kiss, as he is quick to register attacks of harm and not love. It takes him another second to curse Eto’s engineering. 

His powerful arms lifts you off the floor and kisses you with a curse in Mandarin. You can taste a bit of blood on his tongue from his habit of biting his cheek under his mask. When he pulls back, you see his kakugans have emerged from his flurry of emotions.

“Well,” he mutters, “guess there’s no use denying it.”  

Aura Kiyoko

Aura Kiyoko is stunned that you kissed her. Her eyes widen ever-so-slightly, and if you know to study her face, you’ll see that her lips are just barely parted. 

“That quick? That won’t do,” she says briskly, before sweeping you into her arms and kissing first your forehead, trailing down to your nose and cheeks. She leaves kisses peppered along your chin before diving in for your lips.

Kissing Kiyoko is an experience like nothing else. This fiery woman makes you forget about anything and everything else in the world. It is only you two. 

Karren Von Rosewald

A kiss with Karren starts with a gasp as your lips meet. Her eyes are wide and open the entire time. She laughs a little as you deepen the kiss, and comments that she feels drunk on wonder. Little squeaks of German phrases emerge from her lips every time you kiss her, again and again and again. 

When you pull away, she pants “not so fast,” and tackles you to the floor for a heavy, undignified make-out session. Neither of you will be apologizing, not even if Master Shuu walks in.

[beebomeebo]

Don’t Go

Type: angst/fluff

Request// “Okay so the joe fic.. The overall is basically reader takes a like pregger test and it turns out positive and reader is scared to tell how bc they weren't married but engaged and how didn't want kids atm (he eventually wanted them but like not that sec yknw) anyway he is like shocked and doesn't say anything so reader leaves and comes back and like how is upset with himself and then see reader and says that he is happy and he is sorry for making reader freak out (this is super fucking specific)

(A/N) this is gonna be hella short and this is gonna be more like a small drabble. (and by short, I mean longer than most of my smuts.) This is my first angst fic so I hop ya’ll like ittttttt. I'm also changing it a little bit. #sorry

Warnings: pregnancy, tears, angst, fluff, a little bit of alcohol, FRIENDSHIP

Pairing: Joe Trohman x Reader

Word Count: 3K

“I don’t know what I’m going to do!” I run my fingers through my hair.

“Have you told Joe yet?” Jenna asks, attempting to calm my nerves.

“Not yet.” I stare at the floor, my head spinning. “I don’t know how he’ll react.”

“Maybe it messed up? How many did you take?” Jenna places her hand on my shoulder.

“Four.”

“And they all came up as positive?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn.”

I stand up and begin to pace in front of the couch. Suddenly, I hear Joe’s car pull up into the driveway. Jenna and I exchange worried looks. Before I could react to the situation the front door swings open.

“Hi, babe.” Joe closes the door and plants a kiss on my forehead. “Oh, hi Jenna.” He waves to Jenna- who was on the couch. Jenna waves back.

“Well, I better get going. Tyler’s making dinner.” Jenna flashes me a smile and grabs her things. As I escort her to the door she whispers, “Good luck.”

“Uh, Joe?” I turn around to an empty living room. I fidget with the ring on my finger that Joe had proposed to me with only two weeks prior.

“Yeah, babe?” He shouts from the bedroom.

“I need to tell you something.” My anxiety kicks in. Don’t tell him. He’ll leave you. No, he won’t, he loves me. No, he doesn’t. You guys aren’t ready for kids. He’s going on tour soon. What are you supposed to do when the baby can’t see his dad for the first three months of their life? Suddenly, it becomes harder to breathe and I lose my balance, crashing on the couch.

“Yeah?” Joe walks into the living room and notices me hyperventilating. He rushes to me and pulls me to his chest. He begins rocking back and forth and whispering, “Hey baby, it’s ok. Whatever it is, it’s ok.”

After about ten minutes I finally calm down enough to talk. I keep my face buried in Joe’s chest for a while longer as I attempt to silence the voices.

“Are you ok, baby?” Joe lifts my face and examines it with immense concern.

“Joe,” I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. “My period is late. Like, really late.”

He stares at me blankly. “Ok, well what does that mean?”

“It’s a sigh of pregnancy.” My voice trails off as Joe’s face throws into full shock. Wide eyes stare at me as if I’m a completely new person.

“A-Are you sure? Did you do a pregnancy test?” Joe shoots onto his feet.

Reaching for his hand I reply, “Yes. I did four of them.”

Joe begins to pace like I was before. “What are we going to do? We’re not even married yet!” Joe’s voice raises.

I feel tears poking at my eyes as I stammer an uncertain answer. Soon I’m completely crying in front of Joe.

“I need to think.” Joe quickly jogs down the hallway.

“W-Where are you g-going?” I stutter through the sobs. He ignores me as he heads straight for the front door. “Wait!” I lunge to try and grasp his wrist but he slips out the door before I could catch a hold of him. The door slams and I keep my arm extended towards the door before sobbing harder and crawling up into a ball on the couch.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

I finally calm myself enough to walk into mine and Joe’s bedroom. I reach for my cell phone and bring enough energy to dial Joe’s phone. Taking a deep breath, I put the phone up to my ear and listen to the other line ring. I hear a faint ring behind me and I turn around to direct my attention to it. A cell phone buzzes against the nightstand and flashes a picture of Joe and I. I pick up the phone and begin to cry harder, reminiscing the memories that Joe and I shared. I crash into the king-sized bed and sob again.

A buzzing from my own phone pulls me from my tears. Jenna’s face pops onto my screen and I try my best to pull myself together as quickly as I can before sliding my thumb across the accept button. “Hey.”

“Hey! How did it go with Joe?” I can hear voices behind her and loud music.

“He walked out on me,” I mumble.

“He what?” Jenna asks.

“He walked out. All he said was that needed to think. He left his cellphone here and I can’t get a hold of him.” My words jumble together to form one incoherent sentence. I can’t help but let myself sob again.

“Hold on. I’ll be right there.” Jenna shouts before hanging up. I let the phone fall from my fingers I stare blankly at the wooden floor. I don’t even have enough energy to cry. My body falls back into the sheets and I stare up at my ceiling.

It’s not long before I hear my front door open and Jenna’s heel clicks down the hallway. “Y/N, sweetie.” Her soft voice wraps around my brain.

“In here,” I shout, still maintaining my lifeless position.

The clicks become louder and quicker as she rounds the corner into my room. “Oh sweetie,” Jenna speaks softly, meeting me on the bed. She pulls me to sit up and holds my head to her. I begin sobbing again.

“It’s ok. Let it all out.” Jenna rubs my arm as she allows me to vent. I spill everything: how Joe makes me feel, how much I loved him, how much he made me laugh. I go on to explain that he goes on tour soon and that the baby would be born while he’s on the other side of the country.

For a while, Jenna just lets me cry. “Let’s go get you cleaned up,” she says, breaking the silence.

I sigh and nod my head. She takes my hand and leads me to my bathroom. I can’t help but stare at my reflection. Jenna snaps me from my thoughts, “The water should be warm enough.” She lets the water run against her hand. When she turns her attention back to me her face reads empathy. “I’ll help you raise them if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want this kid to grow up not knowing who his father is. I don’t want to grow up the way I did, a broken mother and a poor home.

“Oh, honey.” Jenna wraps me in a hug. “He’ll grow up with the best family ever: he’ll grow up with his cool Aunt Jenna.” She laughs.

I smile weakly at her joke and look back to her. “Thank you. This means so much.”

“It’s no problem at all,” She says, wiping a tear from my cheek. “Tyler and I always talk about wanting a niece or nephew that we can spoil.” We both giggle. “I’ll let you get undressed and you enjoy the shower. Ok?” She squeezes my hand.

“I’ll try,” I say as she closes the door behind her. Quickly stripping myself of my clothes I step into the hot shower. My muscles relax under the steam and my mind slows to only think about the shower ... and puppies. After what feels like an hour, I finally decide to get out. Wrapping the towel around my body, I try to dry off everything from my neck down so I could twist my hair with the towel. “Hey, Jenna? Can you bring me another towel?” I shout through the door.

“Yeah,” she shouts back.

While I wait for Jenna, I examine my reflection; my mascara was smeared everywhere and I try my best to wipe it away. A soft knock comes from the door before opening just enough for Jenna to stick her hand in with a towel. “Thanks.” I quickly wrap the cloth around my body, covering my chest and hips. The brisk air of my room hits me as I open the door to get my pajamas.

“Oh, your pajamas are right here.” She gestures to the pile of clothing on the bed.

“You’re cool if I just change in front of you?” I ask, picking up my clothes.

“Yeah, I don’t care.” She keeps her attention focused on my TV as she flips through Netflix. “So, I was thinking either Moana or Finding Dory.”

I shoot a look at her from over my shoulder as I pull the warm underwear to my body.

“What?” She laughs. “They’re good movies!”

I shake my head at her comment, slipping into the rest of my pajamas.

“You need a musical. Moana it is!” She excitedly clicks the option.

“Does Tyler know you’re here? I mean, he must be worrying about you…” I become concerned with my friend’s relationship.

Jenna picks up her phone and clicks something I couldn’t quite see. She then presses the phone against her ear. “Hey, Ty. I’m at Y/N’s right now. I’ll probably be home sometime tomorrow.” She pauses for Tyler’s response. “Yeah, I’m going to spend the night. Y/N needs a girl’s night in,” She explains as she pulls me into a hug. I can’t help but smile at Jenna’s kindness. She says her goodbyes and exchange I love you’s with Tyler before hanging up.

“Hey, do you have any clothes I can borrow?” She asks me.

“Yeah, go ahead and look through my closet.”

She pulls out an old hoodie of mine and a pair of joggers. She quickly slips her day clothes off and pulls the comfy ones on.

She bounces to face me, an idea obviously bubbling on her lips. “You have wine, right?” I laugh, knowing exactly what type of night this was going to be. I nod and she rushes out of the room. She comes back with two wine glasses, a bottle of unopened wine and a bottle opener. Handing me a glass, she sets hers on the nightstand along with the bottle. She jams the screw part of the opener into the cork and twists it so the opener digs deeper into the bottle. I grab a hold of the base of the bottle so Jenna could try and pull the cork out. After many attempts, the cork finally pops out and sends Jenna onto the floor.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaim, trying to muffle my laughter. “Are you ok?” I set the wine bottle on the nightstand before helping her back to her feet.

“Yeah, I’ve had worse.” She laughs.

She reaches over to grab her wine glass and the wine bottle, holding the bottle in the air to toast. “To good times and better friends.” I lift my glass to toast with her before she pours the red liquid into my glass. I gradually sip the wine throughout the movie. Jenna and I joke around about the different characters and sing along to the songs. I point out the Lin Manuel-Miranda composed the music and she points out that Maui looks pretty similar to Dwayne Johnson. We laugh through the rest of the movie. As the final song plays Jenna’s tone seems to shift.

“Hey, do you think the Joe will come back?” She questions.

I glance over at his phone that was on the nightstand. “He has to,” I reply, directing my attention back to Jenna and taking a sip of my wine. She looks at me puzzled. “He left his phone.” Jenna nods and smiles.

Jenna flips on Finding Dory and I soon find myself drifting. My eyelids become heavy as I sink lower into the sheets. Noticing my sleepiness, Jeanna takes my glass from me. “Ok, I think we’ve had enough for tonight.” She takes the wine glasses and bottle to the kitchen. Once back, she crawls back under the sheets next to me.

I rest my head on Jenna’s shoulder and let my body sink into a slumber.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

My eyes flutter open as they adjust to the slightly brighter lighting. I notice my head was still on Jenna’s shoulder. I gently lift my head from her body, trying not to disturb her. I sneak out of the bed, pausing when Jenna shifts. Heading to my bathroom I comb my fingers through my hair. I look to my reflection and wash off the last bit of runny makeup I still had on from the previous night. Look back over to the nightstand and notice that Joe’s phone is still there. I shake myself from my thoughts and grab my toothbrush.

“Mmm, good morning,” a sleepy voice pulls my attention.

I smile with a mouth full of toothpaste. I spit some of it out before replying, “Good morning.”

“I had this really weird dream where you found out you were pregnant, and when you told Joe, he left and I came over the comfort you…” Her words slow down as she realizes the situation. She brings her palm to her forehead. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to be so insensitive.”

I shrug it off, spitting the last bit of toothpaste into the sink. “I know it’s going to hit me hard later, but I’m just not feeling anything right now,” I explain, grabbing my brush to detangle my hair.

“Oh, ok,” says Jenna, surprised. “Well, what do you want to do today?”

I exchange looks with my reflection. “I’m feeling a movie,” I answer.

“Ooh! Yes. There’s this one movie that I want to see that just came out.” Jenna reaches for her phone off the nightstand. She unlocks it and opens Fandango. We quickly chose the movie we want to see and finish getting ready. I let her borrow one of my striped tops, a skirt and a pair of flats. “It’s crazy that I fit almost perfectly in these,” she laughs.

I leave a note on Joe’s phone that says that I’m just at the movie and when I’m most likely to be back home. Then Jenna and I do one last check to make sure we had everything before making our way to her car.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

“That movie was great!” Jenna blurts as we head back to her car.

“I know, right? But can we talk about that lead actor?” I swoon at the thought of him. We both laugh as we settle into our seats.

“Did you get anything from Joe?” She asks starting up the car.

I check my notifications. “Nope.” I paint my smile into a fine line knowing that I probably won’t for a while.

Jenna scoffs. “Screw him. There are plenty of fish in the sea. And I heard the Josh is newly single.” Jenna nudges my arm.

I swat her elbow away and roll my eyes at her offer.

She smiles. “Go ahead and play your music,” she says handing me the aux chord.

“Hell yeah,” I whisper to myself.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

I didn’t realize it but that ride home was what I really needed: my best friend and my favorite band blasting through the speakers.

We laugh at each other’s singing as we hop out and make our way to my front door.

“Do you want to invite the boys over and we can have a game night?” I ask Jenna as I open my door. Before a word could escape her lips we both freeze in the doorway. All I can focus on is a curly-haired man that was on my couch.

He turns around quickly and nervously. “Oh, hi Y/N,” he says.

“Hi, Joe,” I reply, hanging my purse on the hook nearby. “I didn’t expect you home so soon.”

Joe rubs the back of his neck, staring at his shoes he replies, “Yeah, I’m really sorry. I freaked and I shouldn’t have left you like that.”

I look over at Jenna for an answer and all she does is shrug her shoulders, giving me the exact panicked look that was plastered on my own face.

Joe continues, seeming to not even acknowledge Jenna’s presence, “I spent the night at Pete’s and I realized that I love you and that I do want to have a kid with you.” His face lifts from his feet to make eye contact with me and he steps around the couch to meet me. Taking my hand into his, Joes goes on, “I thought I wasn’t ready for a family but then I discovered: we already are a family; this would only be an addition. And I’m not leaving this child to make it go through the awful things your father made you go through.”

My heart stops as his words lap around my mind and all I can do is gape my mouth open. His eyes become watery and he tries to tuck his head away before I see a tear fall from his face. I hold onto Joe’s face with both of my hands and look at him with loving eyes that are also filled with water. Unable to form words I just crash my lips against his. His arms snake around my waist and pulls me closer to him. He picks me off my feet and spins before he gently sets me down. When we break away from the kiss I press my forehead against his.

“Does this mean I can be the Godmother?” Jenna startles us both.

“Oh, my God, Jenna. I forgot you were there,” I say awkwardly.

She shrugs it off. “It was cute. Anyways, can I be the Godmother?” She asks again, this time with more anticipation.

I exchange a look with Joe and turn back to Jenna. “Well, duh!” I announce.

Jenna jumps in excitement, almost dropping her purse. She runs toward me and Joe, bringing us into a tight embrace. “Congratulations! You guys are going to make the best parents.” Her words quickly escape her mouth and we can understand what she’s saying. Jenna suddenly gasps and breaks away from the hug. “I have to get home to Tyler to tell him about this.” She seems to instantly regret her words. “With your permission, of course.” I nod. “Yes! Ok, well, I’ll leave you two to attend to your baby business. Bye!” She gives Joe one last hug and pecks me on my cheek before skipping out the door.

Joe’s and my attention turn back to each other. “How long was she there for?”

“The whole time,” I chuckle.

Joe gives a small chuckle as he offers his hand. “Let’s go look up cute baby names.”

I lace my finger with his. “Let’s.”

[shadeandadidas]

yooOOOOOO oh my god i saw that klaroline thing you reblogged and i got so excited bc that's one of my fav ships and you are one of my fav ppl on here and i never have anyone to talk to about klaroline and tbh i think the vampire diaries is trash but i held on just for klaroline bc i'm pathetic but ummMmmm that one damn letter in the finale was worth it!!!! i might hate myself for wasting hours of my life on this shit show but o well sorry this was so random!!!!

YoooOOOOOOOO anon!!! I am not supposed to be on Tumblr yet?!?! And yet I saw this and i was like yeahhhh boiiiii someone to talk my embarrassing dedication to the mess that Vampire Diaries became with omg

Let me tell you. I thought I was a strict Lockwood Shipper until the day I died. HA PSYCH BETCH!!! The MOMENT KLAUS WALKED HIS FINE ASS INTO THE FORBES HOME SPOUTING FUCKING POETRY TO CAROLINE ON HER DEATH BED I WAS GONEEEEEE.

AND THEN THEY KEPT ME THROUGH THREE SEASONS OF WILL THEY GET TOGETHER/PROBABLY NOT and then klaus leaves?!?!?!?!? And i was like “this is such bullshit?!?!” 

And their ‘reunion’ sex scene was so ajhbvskdjnlcm???? And he left again with like 8 minutes of screentime?

So I washed my hands of the damn show and figured I’d soon forget about it.

PSYCH AGAIN MOFO.

THE MOMENT MY DESPERATE ASS HEARD WHISPERS OF KLAROLINE I WAS ON ITTTTTTT. 

I sat through an hour of nonsense and pointless character deaths. But. It. Was. All.Worth.It. 

I fucking knew the last scene we’d see of Caroline would have to do with Klaus. I KNEW IT. And I read somewhere that they physically wanted the last scene with her to be her reuniting with Klaus, but Joseph wasn’t free. 

But yes, I am here to talk about Klaroline any day of the week.