#yall im gonna need you to really turn up for this one in the replys/comments/asks whatever for this one if you liked it

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Halloween = candies, so can you just mix some sweets into their play, please? Or a regular domestic submission kink. Literally anything that puts Dabi in cute&sexy apron works for me. (I can't stop wondering since chapter 8.)

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Contents: Non-graphic descriptions of murder/blood, crossdressing, sex toys, orgasm denial/delay, prostate massage, prostate milking, handjobs, intercrural sex, objectification, Master/Slave dynamic

When he started running with the League it was just out of convenience. He wasn't looking for anything else, definitely wasn't looking to play these kinds of games with any of the other members. He's been good about not letting any of his idle past times reflect or connect back to his more overtly villainous work, which is why he uses knives rather than his quirk when he's out like this. He had not expected Shigaraki to follow him one night as he made his way to the home of the social worker who had been assigned to his house after his mother burned Shoto. Someone who should have seen how much worse everything else was and should have stepped in. Hadn't because it would reflect poorly on the number two hero. 

He had been sitting on the living room floor, blood cooling against his skin and on the carpet when Duster had let himself in. There had been a long pause as Shigaraki took in the mess he'd made of the body and Dabi's quirk had started to build under his skin. He hadn't killed anyone outside of a raid before, and certainly not like this. Was not prepared for any of the League to find out what he did when he wasn't around them. But Duster had just dropped onto one of the armchairs, crossed his legs and told him to show him how he cleaned up after himself. He showed the other man the methodical way he broke down the body, showed him how he cleaned up all of the mess until the house was spotless. Liked doing those parts as much as the killing, it soothed the wild, furious thing inside of him to just slowly bring things back to order. And when he was finished, with nothing but the garbage bags ready to be disposed of, Duster stood up, and turned those to dust, letting him erase the evidence even more thoroughly. 

Probably weird that vacuuming up the last of the mess under his watchful eyes had started to make him squirm and his skin go hot, but Tomura is the one who caught him by the hips and pushed him up against the wall and claimed his mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. Had brought him upstairs and fucked him in the dead woman's bed. And from then on it wasn't just him sneaking out for his extracurriculars, wasn't just the killing he looked forward to either. 

This is the first time they've done this since taking over the PLF and Duster had cleared their schedules for a few days, had given Dabi a small list of people to pick from, people who had nice, isolated houses and who wouldn't be missed for the few days that they were going to take. He'd settled on a property developer who was working on a project, making a perfect street of high-class suburban homes. Has been living in one of them himself while the rest of the project is awaiting some kind of setback to be resolved before construction finishes. Dabi picked out the house and Tomura gave him a kiss and sent him on his way. 

Duster always lets him do this part in private. Never intrudes on him carving into his victims. Never asked how he chose the ones he started with before he was helping, and they never talk about this when they're doing any of their other work. The others assume that they're going off for work or to fuck, and they never correct them. Dabi doesn't think that Spinner or Compress would be thrilled to find out what they are doing, and this is private anyways. This is special. 

He always makes a mess, but it's not necessarily about causing pain. He always keeps his victims gagged tight anyway so he doesn't have to listen to them scream, plead, or cry, while he's working. He just likes to make a mess. Especially now, especially when the messier he is, the more Tomura will want him to clean up. By the time the property developer is no longer breathing, Dabi is slumped against the island, blood spilled all over the kitchen floor, panting softly. Never used to get hard when he was doing this, but he figures that his body knows what's coming next, thinks he looks forward to this almost more than the killing at this point. He texts Tomura that he's finished and hops up on the island to wait, watching the blood spread and spread across the floor. 

He hears the front door open and shut softly, the lock clicking back into place and his anticipation burns a little hotter through his veins. Tomura finds him quickly enough, the smell of blood must be overpowering as it trails from the room, and he enters with the little black duffle that makes Dabi's cock twitch in his pants. Red eyes trail over the body, over his mess, before they land on him again, and Dabi spreads his legs a little wider, so Tomura can't miss the way his arousal is tenting his pants. Been months since they were able to do this, and that's probably the only reason he's feeling indulgent enough to come over to him and pull him into a hot, demanding kiss. 

Dabi wants to touch him, hook his hands in his collar, tangle them in his hair, and pull him close, but he doesn't. There's blood on his hands, and if he makes Tomura messy, then he definitely won't get anything else before he has to clean up. Lets out a soft moan when Tomura doesn't tease, when he reaches for the button on his jeans instead. Neither of them wear their villain gear when they do this, opting for civilian clothes instead, and not having his belt to get through means that Tomura has four fingers around his cock much faster than he normally would. Tomura's mouth trails along his jaw, down his neck as he strokes over his cock, the leather of his gloves a little smoother than skin, but still probably a little too much friction. Makes every movement twinge with just a touch of discomfort as he works his hand over him. Perfect, brings his pleasure higher and higher. Lets himself savor it with the scent of blood thick in the air. Tomura doesn't rush, never really likes to in the first place, brings him to his peak slowly, makes it last until he's cooked the blood on his clothes to scabs, and the stains have gone brownish and tacky across the tiled floor. Shifts his hand and position so that when Dabi does fall over the edge, his cum joins the mess on the floor too. 

Tomura only gives him a few seconds to recover before he's pressing a kiss to the edge of his lips, "Come on, time for our walkthrough." Dabi tucks himself back into his pants, denim stiff with dried blood, and hops off the counter eagerly. 

He likes this part too. They walk through the whole house together, getting a sense of the layout. It's a big house, three bedrooms, an office, two and a half baths, living room, dining room, family room, laundry room, and kitchen with a less formal eating area. The whole property is fenced in with a big yard out front and out back. This is the kind of house that people buy when they have a family. But as they walk through, Dabi only sees evidence of a man who has lived alone his whole life. The bedroom is messier than is becoming of a man in his thirties, his office equally a disaster. Aside from his corpse and the subsequent mess, there were dishes piled up in the kitchen sink, and Dabi can tell that he has never dusted a day in his life. It's not disgusting, but it's clear that he was the type of person who cleaned only when he had to. Which means he's going to have plenty of chores to do today. 

When they're finished they stop back in the master bedroom. 

"You can go shower, I'll leave everything that I want you to wear here along with your chores that you need to finish before dinner." Tomura's voice cool and commanding. A tone that used to put him on edge but that immediately has his insides going a little soft and his head a little floaty now. 

"Yes, sir." But he stays where he is for another moment. Master must have missed this as much as he has because he indulges him again, pressing a soft kiss to the edge of his lips. Could melt him into a puddle with that alone. But when Tomura pulls away Dabi goes right over to the bathroom. 

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He should shower first, but it's a bit of a compulsion to start by cleaning the glass cubicle thoroughly as soon as he sees it. Scrubs it spotless before he gets inside and washes away the sweat and blood that are clinging to his skin, and then cleans the shower again to make sure any trace of that is gone as well. Thankfully there are some towels in the linen cabinet, but they smell like they've been there for a while and Dabi figures that supports the thought that the man hadn't had any visitors in a very long time. He dries off and exits the room. Tomura has left his toys on top of the nightstand, his clothes hanging on the back of the door. Dabi goes to the toys first. He expects his cage and a plug, but he gives a softly surprised, pleased sound when he finds a plug and cock ring instead. One that will let him get hard, even if he won't be able to cum until Master says he can, if he does. Left him lube too and Dabi puts on his ring and then sets about opening himself up for the plug. He doesn't tease, doesn't try to make it feel good. The house is so messy and his Master is waiting. He still gets a little hard by the time he's sinking the plug inside, but he ignores the stirrings of his arousal, cleaning up the excess lube so he can finish getting dressed. 

The dark blue dress that Tomura's left for him wouldn't be scandalous on Toga, because on Toga the hem would probably hit her mid-thigh. But on him, the dress barely covers him, will be showing at least half of his ass as soon as he bends over because Master didn't leave him any panties today. The garment is simple, thin straps and a low scoop-neck, fitted through the bodice and flaring slightly at the waist to give him the A-line silhouette that Tomura always seems to like him in. The apron is new, white, and as short as his dress, thick lacy straps to tie it in place, and lace all around the edges. It's cute and feminine and it is not helping his cock soften any, making a very obvious bulge in the fabric that makes him squirm a little. Can't help it as he steps into the little black kitten heels too. He would never pick something like this to wear, but knowing it makes his Master happy sets pleasure curling through his veins. Dabi does his best to ignore that as he picks up the last thing that Tomura left for him. His list of chores. 

They aren't anything he didn't expect, clean up the kitchen, wash the sheets, clean the bathroom, and on and on. Lots of things for him to do by the time that he's supposed to start preparing dinner. It's enough things that it will be difficult to finish all of it by the time dinner rolls around if he's not careful and on his best behavior. He wants to make sure that everything is perfect before then. Dabi starts by stripping the bed and finding the laundry basket, already full of the dead man's clothes, and call it cheating, but he brings the lot of those into the bathroom and drops them into the tub, burning them into ash in a handful of seconds ant opening the window and turning on the fan to clear out the smell from the room. There. He will vacuum up the ash before he scrubs out the tub later. 

Laundry basket now empty, he strips the bed, gathers his clothes, the towels he wanted to wash, and the sheets from the guest room, and all of the blankets he finds. Sorts them into appropriate loads and takes them down to get started. He makes sure that the timer alarm is turned on so he'll be able to hear it and then goes to the kitchen. The body is dust, turned into a thick disgusting sludge across the floor and Dabi's cleaning supplies have been brought in. They never know what they're going to find so before they go on an outing, they pick out groceries and Dabi packs a bag with everything he might need to clean the house. Is extremely glad he brought a mop because clearly this man hadn't thought of that himself when he'd moved in. Dabi puts on his black gloves to protect the seams across his palms from the harsh chemicals before he really begins. Ends up having to wash the dishes before he starts in on the mess on the floor, just so he can actually get his bucket into the sink, and then spends half an hour getting up the sludgy mix of dust and blood. Blushes as he cleans up his spend from the floor too. 

By the time he's ready to move on, the washer beeps and he goes to change out loads. Comes back and gets his scrub brush and onto his hands and knees, and goes across the entire floor until the slate gray tiles shine. Is so focused on his task that he has no idea when his master found his way back to the room. Tomura is leaning against the doorway, watching him, until he stands to empty his bucket again. He startles slightly, nearly spilling the dirty water across the floor.  

"Sir?" Still hours before dinner, certainly doesn't think he's been making too much noise. 

But there's nothing reprimanding in the look his master is giving him. "I know you have a lot to do, but when you're finished in here, why don't you work on the office next? That way I can go work and be out of your way while you finish up down here." Should have reprimanded him for not thinking of that first himself. Is supposed to be making things comfortable for his lover, making it easier for him to work when he's already being so good to him and taking time out of their busy schedules for this. 

"Yes, sir, I'll get started right away." 

"Finish what you're doing, you don't have to rush." Feels Tomura's eyes dragging over him as he continues over to the sink to pour out the bucket. "Do you like your new clothes, sweetheart?" 

Dabi's face goes a little hot, acutely aware of just how short the dress is in the back. "Yes, sir. Thank you for picking them out for me." He's been careful not to get any blood on the apron. He knows, of course, that the point of it is to keep his dress clean for dinner, but he doesn't want to get anything on the crisp white fabric either, so he has resolved to just be extra careful. 

"You're welcome, firefly." His eyes sweep across the room, already so much improved compared to how it looked when he'd first come into the house. "You're doing such a good job, darling." Voice so soft with his fondness. Dabi tries not to preen, but he can't fight the dopey smile that warms his features. His head feels like it's floating a little more just knowing that he's making things the way Tomura likes them. 

"Thank you, sir." The dryer dings in the distance and Tomura straightens from the doorway. 

"Keep being good and we'll see about a reward after dinner." 

"Yes, sir." Reward enough to just make his master happy. He goes and takes the sheets out of the dryer, bringing them upstairs and starting to make the bed before he returns to the kitchen.

With the floors all cleaned, Dabi sets about wiping down the surfaces, cabinets, counters, the refrigerator, and finally putting away the dishes and scrubbing the sink. It doesn't take long and when he's finished only the right chemicals and black lights will be able to tell this was a crime scene. Everything else is perfect and will be waiting for him when he comes back down to start dinner. 

Kitchen finished, he goes up to the office. There are open files, blueprints, and other papers spread out across the desk and Dabi starts with those. The ones that are half out of their files are put back into them, the ones he can't find a home for at a glance get added to the garbage bag he'd brought up, the waste bin beside the desk getting emptied out, and the empty coffee mugs set aside to be brought downstairs. He opens the blinds to let in some sun, dusts everything, vacuums the room, wipes down everything else with the furniture polish that he'd brought with him. Makes this room clean and comfortable too before going to find Tomura. 

Master is in the living room, reading through some of the reports he'd missed while with the doctor, and doesn't even glance up at him when he enters the room. "The office is ready for you, sir." Tomura raises a hand to dismiss him and Dabi sets his mind to his next tasks. It's his job to make things nice, he doesn't deserve his master's full attention until he's willing to give it, until he's earned it. 

Dabi is just checking his list and trying to decide where his time is best spent next when the presence of his plug becomes much more insistent as the toy starts to pulse and vibrate gently inside of him. He gasps, immediately having to brace himself against the edge of the counter as the vibrations make his legs feel weak beneath him. Wasn't expecting the toy to start to move. His thighs tremble, his hole clenching greedily around the plug as it sends wonderful distracting pleasure across his nerves. He's panting and trembling, his cock starting to harden again, but he does his best to focus. To keep to his tasks. 

Still a little shaky as he goes room-by-room downstairs, but after half an hour, the toy stops its gentle vibrations. Dabi gives himself just a moment to catch his breath, his cock so hard that he's tenting his skirt and apron, pulling it up high enough that he's having to tug at the hem constantly to not be completely exposed in the front too. His cock is aching. He's so hard, but he doesn't touch himself, doesn't pull at his ring to get any relief, just refocuses himself on his work. He sets about cleaning and polishing furniture, dusting, sweeping, and vacuuming. He takes out the trash-- the bins thankfully in the garage rather than outside--, puts away anything the former owner left out, and keeps periodically switching out the loads of laundry. 

With his chores downstairs finished and the last load of laundry tumbling away in the dryer, Dabi makes his way back upstairs, taking the same care in the messy bedroom. Finds more cups and a few plates in the room, cleans up trash, finds more clothes beneath the bed that he does just toss back into the hamper this time. He cleans up the room methodically, making sure that every inch of it is spotless and that the bed is made perfectly. He removes everything from the nightstand, atop it and in the drawers, in case Tomura wants to have easy access to anything else he'd brought with them if Dabi earns a reward. By the time he's satisfied with his work on this level too, he's right on schedule and goes downstairs to start making dinner. 

Dabi's mind wanders as he starts to cook. When he was a child doing the household chores, he thought, it was work for women. Thought that way because Mom and Fuyumi did that while he was training with Dad or studying. But when Natsuo's quirk manifested and it was ice too, he also started to join in with more of the chores. When his own quirk went wrong, Dabi was relegated to the tasks as well. He hadn't been happy about that at first, but then Mom had been pregnant again with Shoto, and she wasn't up for being able to do as much. He'd stepped in, trying to make things perfect, hoping if he could at least do that right, then maybe Enji would give him even a scrap of acknowledgement. And it hadn't worked. 

He hadn't given chores or cleaning much thought until he started killing. Until he was getting ready to leave his second victim's body and he saw the blood just everywhere and it started to bother him. Cleaned up a little, didn't think anything of it. By the third or forth he started waiting and watching, until he was sure his victims lived alone and he wouldn't be bothered. Then he would sneak in, kill them, and clean up, staying in the house until the garbage bags full of flesh started to smell or any neighbors or friends started to knock, text, or call to check up on the victim. Those scattered times he spent in houses and taking whatever things of value and cash he could, were probably the only reason he'd made it to adulthood without starving or dying of an infection. He had absolutely not given any thought to this being sexual, didn't get off on mutilating people, wasn't aroused by corpses, just set something broken under his skin a little righter making someone else stop breathing. At least it hadn't been sexual until Tomura started coming with him. Until Duster was rewarding him for being good and his body started to anticipate some form of extra release after the killing. Didn't know that cleaning, and cooking, and being at his master's beck and call could feel good too. That this was a form of submission in it of itself. 

But Dabi doesn't think Tomura ever makes him float so high or for so long as he does when he lets him stay like this for a whole weekend. When his master gives him a list of things to do, expectations to meet, and he knows he's not supposed to do anything else. Doesn't even have to think. Just has to do as he's told to keep feeling so perfect. He cooks, makes sure that everything is ready and then goes to set the table. Finds Tomura making his way through the halls, inspecting his work. When he sees him with silverware and glasses he pauses him. 

"You've done such a good job today, pet," and Dabi's whole chest goes warm, his head a little fuzzy. 

"Thank you, sir." 

"You can sit with me at the table tonight, precious." 

"Thank you, sir." Tomura lets him go on his way, finishing setting the table. Slaves normally sit at their Master's feet while eating, sometimes when he doesn't finish his work adequately enough he doesn't even get to kneel on a cushion while he does. But Master must be so pleased with his work today--

Dabi yelps when the plug sparks back to life and nearly drops a glass. He fumbles, but he catches it, bracing his hand against the edge of the table as his thighs immediately start to shake and tremble. The vibrations are much harder than they were earlier, even though the pattern is still slow, and it has Dabi gasping and letting out a weak moan as it moves. It's difficult for him to focus on getting things set up, his hands shaking badly as he works, but not nearly as badly as his thighs. His cock, teased already once, starts to harden a bit and Dabi tries to move quickly. He doesn't know how long his master will keep the toy on, and he would really like to be sitting before his skirt is tented too high to cover him. Doesn't even think about taking off his apron, the lace hanging a few inches lower than his dress and giving him a modicum of extra coverage as he keeps his head down as Tomura comes into the dining room and he goes to get their food. 

He brings their meals in, pours their drinks, and takes his seat as quickly as he can without doing anything sloppily. Knows he's bright red as he has to sit down, making the toy press even more insistently inside of him and the sound rumbling out through the room as Tomura watches him with amused eyes as he picks up his wine glass and takes a sip. They start to eat, and Tomura is... talking. Saying things about work, things that Dabi should be paying attention to, but the plug is pressing against his prostate and his cock is so hard. He's trying to focus, but he can barely keep his wits about him enough to try and eat. He needs to be quiet, can't squirm around, is supposed to be focused on his master's needs, not on what his needy body wants even if it is his master who is working him up so deliberately. 

"You're not eating much tonight, sweetheart. Are you feeling alright?" 

Dabi's breath is a little shallow, squeezing his thighs together so tightly as he tries to focus, like that will somehow mute the vibrations inside of him and doesn't just make them worse. "I--I'm alright, Master. I'm... not hungry." 

"That's a shame, you're such a good cook, darling, and you worked so hard today. I want to make sure you're enjoying yourself too." 

The vibrations stay at the same maddening pace all while he's speaking, watching him with a mild, pleasant smile as if he's not responsible for the feeling. "I am, sir," does his best not to keen as Tomura taps his phone, sitting on the table as he starts to speak, the vibrations kicking higher and a little faster. "H-happy just knowing you like it," it's so hard to fight back a moan as this new pattern makes him so, so much hotter. Makes him feel even softer and more floaty when Tomura catches one of his hands and presses a gentle kiss to his knuckles. 

Dabi manages a few more bites of his food as Tomura finishes eating, and when they're done, Dabi feels his face go impossibly hotter as he realizes that he needs to clear the table. To go back to the kitchen and clean up the dishes before he gets his evening chores. Which means he has to stand. Tomura waits, watching him, enjoying his embarrassment as much as every other form of submission that he's given him so far today. He swallows thickly, trying to pull on the hem of his skirt and apron, but it's no use, so short now that he's completely hard, that the fabric is half exposing him, his cock a blatant tent beneath the frills. Dabi's humiliation swells through him as he forces himself to stand, hands trembling badly as he starts to gather the dishes. 

Master watches him for a moment, and Dabi's pleasure goes even hotter when he feels his eyes dragging over him. But Master gets up. He doesn't usually stay to watch him work, which is probably good because he's shaking so badly from his arousal that he's really worried he's going to fumble with the dishes again, and he doesn't want Tomura to think that he's trying to misbehave or make a mess. He wants to be good, he can be, he can ignore how good the plug feels and how badly his cock is aching. But it's so much harder to be good when he knows his master is watching him. 

Impossible to be good when Tomura doesn't leave, when instead he is coming up behind him, hands wrapping around his hips and pressing the tops of his thighs into the table as his body molds along his spine. And Dabi can't do anything but let out a pathetic little keen when he feels his master's cock half hard against him, the rough fabric of his pants against his ass because his dress is just too short. His hips twitch back. He doesn't mean to, knows he's not allowed, but feeling his master's cock against him while the plug is still vibrating inside feels so good that he moves before his brain catches up to him. 

"Firefly," And Tomura's voice immediately goes cold again, the hands tightening on his hips hard enough to hurt. Makes his cock twitch even as he scrambles. 

"I-- I'm so sorry, Master, I didn't mean to." Does his best to hold still, head dipping down in apology. Has him looking at his cock pressing up against his skirts, sees that there's a wet spot starting to form through the fabric of his apron. Oh no, making a mess even with his ring on. Master will be so disappointed in him. "I was surprised, I-- I didn't think I'd earned your attention." There's a beat and Dabi holds his breath. An excuse like that could get him punished for making assumptions or if Tomura is feeling lenient, he might let it go by unremarked on. 

Master lets out a slow sigh, "I'm not certain that you have, but my pretty pet is shaking so badly I don't know if he'll be able to even walk to the kitchen, let alone do it while carrying glass." Dabi's face is so hot he's worried that he might start to smoke. One hand moves away from his hip as Tomura's chin rests against his shoulder, "Already making another mess," he clicks his tongue as he sees the little bloom of precum on the fabric. "At least this one will be easier to clean up." And he pulls the fabric up, letting it pool around the base of his cock so his flushed, dripping member is exposed with the lace nestled around him. "So cute like this, baby boy." 

The murmured praise alone has him moaning softly. But Tomura doesn't touch his cock, instead one of the hands disappears again and Dabi's legs nearly buckle underneath him as the toy changes its rhythm again, a building pattern that goes from the lowest setting to the highest in a repeating wave. Grips the table edge to keep upright as pleasure saturates his whole body. "M-Master--" 

"Shh," A softer admonishment than he'd gotten used to receiving when they were doing this more regularly. "Pretty toys only speak when asked to." Lips against the shell of his ear as Tomura trails two fingers down the underside of his cock, rubbing over his ladder. "And toys that can't behave have to be put aside until they learn how to be good." 

Dabi holds back any other pleads that were sitting on his tongue, but he can't stop the little moans and pants that are coming out of him as Tomura teases his cock as the plug pulses and pulses inside of him. He tries so hard to stay still and let his Master do what he wants to him. Dabi knows what he wants. He wants Tomura to take off his ring and let him cum after keeping him on edge all throughout dinner. He wants Tomura to bend him over the table, to push his skirt up and pull out his plug and fuck him full of his cum. He wants his master to take away his plug afterwards and make him try to keep his cum inside by holding his muscles tight as he goes about his evening chores. Wants to be punished for making a mess when it inevitably ends up trickling down his thighs when Tomura makes him hold on for hours. 

But he's Tomura's plaything, and he's happy to take anything that his master will give him. Dabi's breath catches in his throat when Tomura's hand goes down to his balls, stroking and rubbing, and making his need so much higher, before he touches the ring. But he doesn't take it off and he does his best to stomach his disappointment. Loosens it just a bit, just enough that his pre is dripping out a little faster. Then his hand goes to the base of his plug and adjusts that too. Makes sure that it's angled to press and pulse directly on his prostate. He can't beg, not allowed to speak, but Tomura has no qualms with him moaning and whimpering as the vibrations go through him and turn his spine into a molten puddle. Gasps when Tomura pressed his fingers to his lips. 

Oh, he opens his mouth so readily, takes them in as far as his master will let him. His tongue curls around them, between them, lapping at his skin as he sucks on the appendages. He feels so good, he wants to make his master feel this good. Would readily give up his own orgasm if Tomura let him suck his cock. Nearly gags himself on the fingers in his mouth when Tomura pulls at the base of his plug, dragging it out so that the widest part is stretching his rim and rolling it there to make his muscles go even wider to accommodate the movement, and then pushing it back inside roughly so that the vibrations hit their peak at the same time as it pushes against his prostate. Good, feels so good. His knees feel weak, his whole body feels weak, he doesn't think he would even be standing anymore if Tomura's weight weren't bracing him against the table. He's breathing so heavily, smoke starting to trickle out of his seams as his master works his pleasure higher, makes his body hotter. 

Dabi whines when Master takes away his fingers, only then realizes that his chin is slick. Making a mess, drooling because he wasn't swallowing enough around the moans that are spilling out of him. But Tomura doesn't chastise him, just pushes in the plug deep before shifting slightly. Dabi almost sobs when he hears his zipper pull. Never earns Master's cock before finishing his evening chores--

And he still doesn't get it. Hears the slick slide of Tomura's hand over himself for a moment before he's making Dabi spread his legs a little more. But he doesn't take out his plug. Instead he feeds his cock between his thighs, forcing Dabi to bring them back together and focus on keeping them tight even as his body shivers uncontrollably as his arousal goes so hot he might be choking on embers. Tomura shifts, giving a short shallow thrust that still has his head brushing past the taut skin of his balls and the sensation of any part of him being used for his master's pleasure sends him into the stars. Dabi moans so loudly and Tomura chuckles against his neck, pressing a kiss there. 

"Does that feel good, baby boy?" 

"Yes, yes, yes, please Master," he gasps a sob catching in his throat as he squeezes his thighs around his cock, nails biting into the edge of the table as he tries so hard to remember not to move. 

Tomura hums in the back of his throat, giving another slow thrust. "My pretty toy. You look so cute with your blushing cock pushing up your skirt and your pretty hole all flushed and fluttering every time I touch you." Dabi doesn't know if his cock has ever been this hard before, leaking constantly, but he won't go over the edge unless Tomura takes off his ring. As if he can read his mind, one of Master's hands shifts back to his cock as he keeps thrusting slowly between his thighs. Teases his fingers around his head, down his ladder, back to the silicon nestled at his base and around his balls. Dabi gives another weak sob, the pressure building at his root is starting to hurt with how high his arousal has gone. "You want to cum, don't you sweetheart?" Dabi gasps, nodding desperately, "Do you think you've earned that?" 

The frantic nods stop abruptly and Dabi bites back a desperate sob as he tries to get enough breath back to speak, "I-- I'm Master's toy." He manages, voice thinner than he wants it to be. "I only earn what you say I do." 

"That's right, precious. And you haven't earned that yet, but I'm so proud of how well-behaved you're being, baby." Dabi can't help sobbing now, bloody tears slipping across his cheeks even as he whimpers, 

"Thank you, sir." 

Tomura nearly purrs as he starts to cry in earnest, thrusts going a little harder and faster as he moves between his legs. Master always likes it when he cries. Master strokes his cock and tears another rough sob out of him, the pleasure spiraling into pain from how hard he is and how long it's been. "Hurts, pet?" 

"Yes, master." 

"Okay, baby boy, still have so much to do before we see if you get anything else tonight. Been so well-behaved so far that I'm going to help make you feel better, sweetheart." 

"Th-thank you, sir." 

"You're welcome, baby." 

Dabi can't make sense of how he's planning on helping while his cock is still moving between his thighs and there's a hand stroking his, but after a second the vibrations change again. The plug stays at its highest intensity, no pattern, no relief, just the relentless buzz of it against his prostate. And then Tomura's other hand is at the base again, fucking it roughly into his body in time with the thrusts between his thighs. Dabi sobs as he half buckles over against the table. The pressure in his body, in his cock, his balls, is getting so much worse as the sensations all build and build. 

Tomura hums, hand moving from his cock to press down between his shoulder blades so that Dabi is actually bent over the table. He keeps his head down, forehead against the polished wood, can see his cock flushed dark and angry in the nest of lace as the table bites bruises into the tops of his thighs as he's pushed against the edge with each fresh thrust from his master. Chokes on smoke when he sees Tomura's head peek out from his thighs when he presses in as far as he can. He feels so good, and not good enough, and his master is using his body for his pleasure, and Dabi is going to fall apart. 

When the next bead of precum forms at his tip it's white and milky as it drips onto the table top. Oh, his whole body shudders. It's been so long since his master did this to him. Dabi sobs his relief when the aching, burning pressure in him starts to unravel. It's so much gentler than an orgasm, nowhere near as all-consuming and powerful as one, but it's perfect. It feels so good because his master chose to give this to him even though he didn't need to. Could have used him no matter what. Dabi moans and whimpers as that first drop is followed swiftly by another, and another, until there is a constant stream of this thinner cum pouring out of his cock and spreading across the tabletop. Little moans keep leaving him as he spills and spills, pressure slowly ebbing from inside of him and letting him float even higher. Letting him focus on just keeping his thighs tight for Tomura as he fucks into the seal of them. His cock is still hard, but not nearly as flushed or painful as it was by the time his prostate can't give anything else. The toy buzzing inside of him too much now, making him so sore and sensitive, but he doesn't protest. Doesn't want to distract Master as he starts to move harder and faster between his legs. 

Still has to wait a few minutes before Tomura is pushing deep between his thighs and his cum is splashing against the underside of his cock, more of it splattering against the table and mingling with the puddle he'd left over the surface. Dabi gives another soft moan, somehow feels even further away from his skin seeing the evidence of his master's pleasure, knowing he was able to give that pleasure by letting his body be used. Not allowed to speak unless spoken to, would be tripping on 'I love you's if he were. The plug stops vibrating and the last trickles of tension leave Dabi's body as Tomura pulls himself from between his legs and he hears his master fixing his clothes. 

"Stand up straight, baby boy, don't want to get your cute new clothes any dirtier." 

It takes a lot of effort but he makes himself straighten after a moment, managing to keep the hem of his skirt and apron out of the mess. Tomura looks at the puddle over the table and then presses a kiss to his temple as a hand reaches to his still half-hard cock. It's too much sensation after everything else and Dabi whines softly. 

"There, precious, now you'll be able to do the rest of your chores without being distracted. What do you say?" 

"Thank you, Master." 

"You're welcome, baby." Another soft kiss that Dabi all but melts into. "You're going to start by cleaning up this mess, sweetheart. I suppose it's good that you didn't have much for dinner." 

His cheeks heat up, "Yes, sir." 

"And when you're finished you're going to tidy up in here and in the kitchen, you can come up to the office and get your new list when you're done." 

"Yes, sir." 

"Don't get anything else on your clothes or you'll have to wear your cage for the rest of the weekend." 

"Yes, sir." 

"My perfect, obedient plaything," Tomura purrs, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Get to work." 

He doesn't bother to respond, Master has already given him something more important to do with his mouth as he leans down and laps up some of their cum. Tomura is always so indulgent with his needs, with how he has to make such bloody messes from time to time. He's more than happy to make things neat and perfect for his master in turn. 

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PORN ☆

Dominic Fike x Reader

porn star reader!

[warnings: smut, p in v, drug usage(both), reader might be a lil brat, like one use of (y/n), 'recording' sex, dom Dominic, degrading but with love, daddy kink]

[modern day Dominic I just want yall to know that.... bc he is so fine 😋]

[not proof read sorry in advance for any mistakes]

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To say you were proud of yourself would be an understatement.

you've always known you wanted to be in the entertainment industry, so as soon as you turned eighteen, you started stripping. you worked all the time, never spending the money you made because you lived at home with your mom. you focused on learning, if anything.

learning what men liked to hear so they'll spend money, but mostly learning about yourself. and what did you learn? that you were in love with entertaining, you loved shaking your ass and having people throw money on you, being the center of attention. having eyes on you.

When you turned nineteen, you took all the money you saved up and moved out. still dancing you started exploring more, finally losing your virginity and finding out you loved sex. cumming was literally the best thing you ever experienced.

you decided to start a twitter for fun, just posting videos of you shacking your ass at first.

you built a following over the year when you decided to move to California. you weren't really in the middle of the city, but you were close enough to still get action. you made some friends and on your 20th birthday they took you out to a club, were you had the best idea to start an only fans.

that night when you got home you ran to your bed and opened your laptop made an account and uploaded a video by the next morning. cumming at least three times before you tapped out.

this lead you to where you are now.

you've made a name for yourself in the porn industry while mostly making solo content. sometimes you'll connect with other porn stars and make videos, but you tend to stick to making videos by yourself.

you've completely stopped dancing and live as a full time porn star, even moving to other platforms. you love it.

it wasn't even about the money, honesty you were just a slut. you fucking loved cummming all the time. you loved it even more when you knew people were paying just to get off to you cumming. you especially loved the way people fucked you when the cameras where on.

you just haven't found the person to fuck you the way you needed when they were off, which is why you tend to stick to solo content.

but enough about that lets talk about where you are now.

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which is running late as you scramble to get your heels on before searching for the bag you took out for this outfit.

finally done running to grab your keys off of the hook as you walk out the door. as you lock it your phone rings making you groan. 'hello' you breath out walking to your car. 'don't hello me where are you' your friend Dominic asks.

you and Dominic's relationship was special to say the least. you guys meet through Instagram about a year ago. he was heavily active in your comment section before moving to your dm's. he was cute so you entertained it. you guys hit it off quite well and became friends quickly moving to irl .

you've been cool ever since and your currently heading to one of his shows as we speak.

'im heading out the door right now' you answer locking your front door. 'you gonna be here in time?' he questions making you chuckle as you sit, getting comfortable and buckling, letting your phone connect to your car. 'yes I am, I'll be speeding so you'll see me earlier.' you reply as you back out of your driveway.

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speed walking to his dressing room not knocking as usual you see Dominic at his mirror smoking a blunt, he looks over to you. 'so I wasn't here earlier' you laugh as you put your bag down giving him a hug while he sat. 'at least you haven't gone on yet' you say giving him a kiss on the cheek taking the blunt from his hand before going to sit on his couch 'you good baby' he said.

re lighting his blunt, takin a pull 'stop calling me baby Dominic' you tell him. tilting his head as he smiled 'you really gon keep playing wit me-' he questioned just before someone knocked on the door, letting him know he needed to go on.

letting out a laugh before telling you ''you better pay attention to his performance'' before he left.

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after his concert yall went back to your place to roll up and chill. your in your pajamas sitting on the love seat that's on your porch. taking the blunt from his fingers as he handed it to you. 'when you think you making another video wit someone?' he asked sitting across from you. taking a hit of the blunt and inhaling before answering 'I don't know I gotta find someone to film with' talking another hit of the blunt before handing it back.

watching his lips as he inhales the smoke, licking his lips after exhales. letting your eye drop to his adams apple as he speaks 'why you keep doing this?' he aks with a smile, bringing your eyes back to his face 'doing what?' you question licking your lips. rising from his chair taking another hit as he walks to stand infront of you.

blowing the smoke into your face before asking 'why won't you fuck me' taking his free hand and tucking your hair behind your ear before gripping your chin and titling your head up. bringing the blunt to your lips as you inhale. you bring your legs down and squeeze your thighs together as you feel your pussy getting wet. 'keep going' he speaks encouraging you to take a big hit before stepping back and putting the blunt out in the ashtray.

your eyes low and slightly teary from the hit you just took you watch him as him moves. following him like a lost puppy as he walks into your house on a mission. 'what are you doing?'you question your a little dazed trying not to focus on your need to cum. like the strongest need youve ever felt, all from a touch and some words.

he walks into your room as you sit on the couch. you can hear him moving around, but you stay put until there's silence. he finally exits your room before speaking 'can I fuck you?' he bluntly asks making your jaw drop. standing in front of you '(y/n) I'm so serious I've wanted to fuck you since I se-' he starts before you cut him off 'yes'.

a beat of silence passes before your in his arms lips on his. one of his hands hosting you up while the other grips your hair. one of yours rests on the back of his neck while the other cupped his face.

grinding your pussy into him to get and friction he makes his way to your bed room.

tossing you onto the bed making you whine at the loss of contact he turns his back to you grabbing something.

'Dominic what ar-' you get cut of by him shushing you as he turned around revealing your camera. 'smile baby' he says. to which you happily comply. you absolutely adored being on camera whether it was posted or not. 'aw look at that the cameras on and the slut is comming out' he says laughing.

'get undressed for the camera' he tells you getting closer as you pull your tank top over your head letting your tits out. squeezing them as you made eye contact with Dominic 'aw that's so pretty baby'. you can feel your pussy dripping as you let go of your tits and sit on your knees pulling your shorts down and off leaving you in your underwear.

Dominic's finally infront lf you getting a good shot of your boobs as he gropes them with his free hand. 'fuck baby you make me so hard' he says moving the camera up to your face. you haven't even been fucked yet and you look like your sex drunk already 'fuck me daddy' you say as you take his hand off your boob and pulling it down to underwear letting him feel just got wet you are.

Dominic lets out a groan and a 'fuck' before taking his hand out and walking into your closet.

he comes back with the tripod and sets up the camera facing your bed.

coming over to you he takes his shirt off throwing it somewhere before stepping out of his jeans you lay on your back raising your legs to take off your underwear Dominic following suit.

he was hard as fuck and he has such a pretty cock. gripping the base as he lazyly strocked his cock looking into your eyes 'how you want me to fuck your first baby?' he asked grinning widely as you let out a whimper.

flipping yourself over to lay on your stomach and pushing your ass up and towards him before looking back 'is this okay?' you questioned...

gripping your ass with one hand looking down at you. he thought you looked so beautiful ass up, one arm stretched gripping the sheet your other lazyly played with your clit as he rand the tip or his dick between your folds.

tapping your hand on your clit with the tip of his dick. 'ask me to fuck you' he demanded.

'fuck me Dominic' you moan out.

stepping back, grabbing the camera. recording you laid out for him before re taking his position.

getting shots of him dragging his fingers through your pussy collecting your juices before turning the camera to face him and sucking you off of his fingers.

facing the camera back to you before he spoke 'put me in you baby' he said making you whimper grasping his cock from under you and guiding him to your entrance desperatly trying you put him in 'so big daddy' you whine.

Dominic puts the camera on his shoulder and pushs your hand out the way. your about to say something he grips the base of his cock and rams into you.

'FUCKKK' you moan out. feeling him so deep in you as you grind your hips back. 'God baby' tossing the camera onto the bed Dominic grabs your arms bring your back to his cheast.

slowly grinding into you 'dom the.. camera' you breath out as he slowly fucks into you. 'what about it?' he questions bringing one hand to your neck. 'it..fuck.' you moan out as he brings his other hand to your clit. 'i-it cant-t see us' you barley get out as he speeds up his thrusting.

'it was never recording' he says before heavily picking up his pace fucking deep into you. reaching places you've never been touched before.

you can hear Dominic's moans and even him whimpering behind you.

'fuckkkkkk' you moan out.

feeling the pressure building in you about to snap 'dom- fuck.. im gonna cum' you manage to whisper as he pounds into you from behind.

ypu doubt he heard you. with how loud the sounds from how hard he's thrusting combined woth the sloshing sound from how wet ypur pussy is. not even to mention Dominic's moaning.

'can I cum in you baby?'he questions picking up his pace. 'yes daddy please' you scream feeling the cord in you snap.

vision going white you come to, hearing Dominic talk.

opening up your eyes you see the camera in his hands.

'we gotta film the next one baby'

[raebayhc]

Girls Night Out

PART TWO!!!

warnings: smut, oral sex (f), fingering, public sex acts, car sex, use of alcohol, manipulation

word count: 2070

summary: you along with your groups of friends decide to have a girls' night for the first time in a while, things get heated and your friends end up taking turns using your body.

series: part 1 (more parts to come)

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Finally making your way through the crowd you make it back to the group of girls who had already begun to drink. Mikasa’s hand finds purchase on your waist as she pulls you closer to hand you a drink “it’s fruity, you’ll like it” Mikasa knew you weren’t a heavy drinker but when you did drink you preferred fruitier things, you giggled at the thought of her ordering something so girly with the sole intent on giving it to you. You happily took the drink from her hand giving her a warm smile, taking a sip she watches your reaction as your face lights up “holy shit mik- this is awesome” she takes a sip of her rich colored drink “let me taste” you obliged as you held your glass up for her, she goes to hand you her drink but you decline “no thanks, that stuff tastes like rat poison.. I’m better off with my drink from paradise” you laugh, she lets out a small chuckle at your cuteness “just try it y/n I promise it’s not that bad”.. “Ughhhhhh fiiiiiine only because it’s you mik” you reply hesitantly. You both lift your drinks to the mouth of the other, not breaking eye contact you take a sip, and as does she, almost as if it was planned yall both swallow squint grunt then let out a small cough a visual representation of how yall felt about each other’s drinks “how do you drink this shit?? Bleh” Mikasa spits out “it’s better than the jet fuel you have in this glass” you shiver out.

The night goes on and all of the ladies are around the bar talking, yall somehow landed on your childhood and how yall used to run around outside all day and play in the woods behind your neighborhood. Mikasa continues to tell the story of how yall have matching scars on the same place at the top of your inner thigh from when yall collided bikes one time as if she needed proof she lifted your skirt to look at the scar, a reminder maybe, “see! Told yall it really happened and I have the same exact one too!” she lets your skirt back down and the girls disperse throughout the building, some dancing, some talking to guys for potential hookups. You and mik still at the bar talking. She cuts your sentence short “wait actually let me see your scar again I think it shrunk” without getting confirmation from you she lifts your skirt and underestimating the length it would take for her to reach the scar she overshot and instead of rubbing the scar she rubs the thigh right against one of your folds, a small whimper falls out of your throat, you didn’t mean to let it out it just kind of happened. Your stomach drops, her eyes dart up to your face, a deep blush forming that you can’t control. She cocks an eyebrow at you and slowly begins to move her hand up closer and closer to your sex, your grip on the bar counter becoming tighter “mik what the fuck are you doing” you spit out through gritted teeth. “I haven’t stopped thinking about earlier… yah know when we basically kissed in the theatre, I haven’t gotten you out of my mind since.” her words lit a flame in you, not only because of how seductive they were but because you were definitely attracted to her, you always have been but you would never dare to speak on it.

“I’ve kept this to myself for far too long don’t you think?” she asks, not able to push out any words fearing you would instead release a moan you nod, your eyebrows scrunched on your forehead, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, eyes glossy, nipples erect and visible through your thin shirt….. She couldn’t help herself. Slipping a finger into your underwear she groans at how wet you already are “all this… for me baby?” she purrs into your ear. “Mik…. we’re at a bar, there are people everywhere… please..” you whine out, she replies with a simple “trust me”, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to face her she grabs her drink opens your mouth and pours it in “spit it out or swallow it and you’ll regret it” you wince and nod your head obediently “good girl” she purrs.

Now basically crumbling under her touch your thighs are shaky, breathing erratic as you can only breath through your nose due to the rich liquid sheltered in your mouth. She positions her fingers to shape a gun, she then points her ‘hand gun’ at you and ‘pulls the trigger’ taking that same position she pushes into you, knowing you would react to this she lets out a loud cough to cover your moan, thank goodness she did. You’re vocal she likes that. Now pushing in and out of you she takes her left hand and grabs your neck then pulls you to kiss, her tongue prodding at your lips signaling you to open for her, the deep liquid flows into her mouth dripping down your chins, she swallows the liquid but remains in contact with your face against her occasionally biting or sucking on your lip. You knew there were definitely going to be marks later but you didn’t care, this was pure bliss and just the thought of Mikasa getting aroused by this was enough to send you over the edge, your vision gone blurry, your body shaking, reaching your climax. You droop your head down breathing heavy, worried she had crossed a line Mikasa lifted your head only to see a blissful fucked out expression, eyes hazy, drool falling down your chin, your mouth in a slight smirk, tears threatening to fall. “Oh, shit” she mumbles now fully aware of the effect you have on her.

Removing her fingers from under your skirt she dips her fingers in your drinks and encourages you to take them in your mouth which you do without a fight, a low groan escapes your lips as you taste the sweet and salty mixture of your juices, her sweat, and your ‘drink from paradise’ on her digits. Pulling her fingers out with a loud ‘pop’ she pulls a napkin from under her drink and wipes them off. Still recovering from the previous climax you sit there catching your breath, Mikasa’s hand finds its way to the small of your back, she leans into your neck giving you small pecks then comes up to your ear and nibbles on it a bit “.... y’know… there’s so much more I want to do to you.. Bee.” your skin shivers at the name she had given you when yall were in the sixth grade after you got chased by a bee into a creek, you hadn’t heard it in years… she really was something.

You only had one drink so you were nowhere near tipsy, sober as can be….. Unfortunately that cant be said for some of the other ladies. Ymir, Sasha, and Hitch were all out of it fortunately enough you, mikasa, and historia were all sober so yall could drive, you decide to take responsibility for hitch and drive her to the barn. You put her arm around your shoulder “shit. Why the fuck are you so heavy hitch, youre tiny” you spit out struggling to support her weight on you as you walk her to the car “h- hey-*hiccup* hey. Im not heavy I just had done a cartwheel sometimes earlier when she asked me to”. Yup. she’s out of if you think, you’re on the road and on the way to Sasha’s family barn when hitch yells at you to pull into an empty parking lot so she can get air a possibly throw up. Y’know the basic drunk shenanigans. You pull over to what seems to be a deserted parking lot with a raccoon and some dead bushes “okay hitch hurry up” “yeah yeah I’m going I’m going” she seems to have sobered up a bit.. *click* the passenger door opens and the car lights come on “hurry up they’re wai-” you’re cut off by the image in front of you. Wearing nothing but her underwear hitch had removed all of her clothing including her bra revealing her numerous piercings including a belly button and nipple piercings, not only that but she had one hand down her panties moving around doing what you assume is masturbating and her other hand squeezing her nipple “mmph please..please.. Help me will you pretty girl?” butterflies filled your stomach “what’re you-”

Hitch climbs halfway in with her hand on the middle console and one of her knees on the passenger seat, grabbing the collar of your shirt she pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, your grip on the wheel loosens as you lose yourself in the kiss, not only that but you notice she doesn’t taste of alcohol, not even the slightest bit. In fact, you remember about a month ago when she said she was gonna stop drinking and when yall were in the club you only saw her with cans of soda when you did happen to catch a peek of her.. Was she- “faking?” your thoughts cut off by her sudden comment “you know you’re really easy to read y/n, I can tell what’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours honey.” “so were you? Faking I mean.” you say in a confused tone as if you were trying to piece it all together yourself “yeahhhhh sorry but I had to get you alone somehow, don’t think I didn’t notice how Mikasa and historia were all over you tonight, it wasn’t rocket science to figure out they probably fucked you..and to be honest I’ve thought about us together. So please… have me?” she takes your hand and shoves it down her panties, black and lacey, you retract your hand and look at her without saying anything. Worried she might have done something wrong she begins “oh my god I got the wrong idea y/n I’m so so sor-” “get in the back” you cut her off.

Climbing in the back she waits on instructions from you, you join her in the back. You position yourself on top of her laying her head on the back door, you scan over her helpless body so small and fragile under your touch, starting by kissing her breasts leaving marks on the sides of them you move down to her torso. Giving sweet and soft kisses occasionally leaving a hickey or two, you make it down to her covered pussy, kissing above the lacey garment you tease her. “Please y/n please please please I can’t” she begs “I got it I got it” you pull her underwear to the side she releases a sigh of relief not long after followed a scream of pleasure as you plunge your face into her sex, lapping up whatever juices are flowing and gently sucking on the bundle of nerves at the top. “N-not so.. fast y/n... I won’t… I won’t last!!” she manages out through broken whimpers and cries, which only encourages you to break her even more, make her cry out an orgasm, make her the best little pet you could ask for. You stick a ring and middle finger inside of her while your mouth focuses on her clit, not that pushes her over the edge. Her mind blanks and all she can see is white, you speed up to enhance her orgasm, you’re then met with the strong bursts of fluid that fall from her. “She’s a squirter huh” you think to yourself hungrily lapping up as many juices as possible, “mmhmm y/n y/n y/n ahh please you’re so-” her body twitches “you’re so amazing mmm”. You remove your fingers and place her panties back where they belong, sitting up adoring her aroused figure you spit out “you think you’d top me huh?” followed by a cheeky grin and a condescending giggle.

The car lights up and a ring echoes “Ymir” flashes on the dashboard “incoming call”...

THE EEENNNDDD pt.2

AHHHHHH IM SO OVERWHELMED BY THE POSITIVITY AND LOVELY FEEDBACK I LOVE YALL AWHHHH!!! I will continue to write and upload for this series!! Thank you for the patience *muah*

[words-for-holland]

Always Yours

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Sometimes dating a celebrity is hard...but Tom & Y/N have always said no matter what happens they could get through anything. Some angst but a lot of fluff.

A/N: So sorry for leaving yall hanging! Life is just crazy right now and this blog needs a lot of TLC tbh!! Also ehh I def dont think this was my best work but enjoy?

“Oof” Y/N lets out as she plops on to her boyfriend who was lying comfortable on the couch. Tom groaned at the impact with a cheeky smile on his face, his arms instantly wrapping around Y/N’s frame.

“Y’know..there are empty seats right there.” The soft brown-eyed boy gestured with the flick of his thick head as Y/N raises her eyes looking down at him, pretending to be slightly offended.

“Oh I see how it is then. It’s cool...Ill just cuddle with Tessa instead. I know she would welcome me with open arms instead of—” As she slowly starts getting off his chest, Tom is quick to pull her back in, securing her with his strong arms. “No baby, I was just kidding. I want you right here, and Im never letting you go.” he pleas.

The only thing Y/N could manage was letting out a fit of giggles into his chest, a sound that Tom adored and would do absolutely anything to hear every minute of every day. They stay like this for a while enjoying the feeling of each other as they both run their hands into each others hair, the feeling of their chests moving up and down, the subtle thumps of their heartbeats, and the little slips of adoration that came out of their mouths. It was peaceful. A moment that nobody could really take a way because it was theirs.

Y/N casually pulls up her phone, and scrolls through Twitter when she noticed a particular tweet on her timeline. Her eyebrows furrow, as she read the 160 character message.

Why Tom Holland Should Be With Aaliyah Cole and Dump Y/N: A Thread.

She knew it wasnt a good idea to open up the thread. She knew very well that everything within the shallow string of tweets would be a complete waste of her time because it was made up by fans who just wanted to satisfy their fantasy of shipping Tom with his co-star. Who can blame them? They always had great chemistry, but it was part of the job and thats all it would ever be.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Tom murmurs, as he places soft kisses at the crown of her head. “Whats going on?” She was lucky her phone was facing away from Tom, quickly closing the app and pretending to be on one of her many tabs in Safari.

“Mmm..nothing.” Y/N lies softly, a tight-lipped smiled plastered on her face.

“Absolute bullocks. Youre not a very good liar.” He chuckles. “Tell me darling. Whats on your mind?”

Y/N rolls her eyes in response. She’s heard that comment one too many times in her life from everyone shes known. After not giving it much thought, she gives in, sighing heavily. “Dont judge me for what Im about to say.”

“Mmm...I think it might depend on wha— Ow” Tom reacts as he playfully rubs the side of his chest that Y/N hit. “Okay too soon for jokes. Go on.”

Again, Y/N sighs as she props herself up. “Its just ... well a lot of your fans keeps talking about wanting you to get with Aaliyah.” She looks down trying not to make eye contact with Tom, who she’d imagine was looking at her with annoyance.

Tom rolls his eyes at the ridiculousness. Not so much at Y/N but the fact that some of his fans just didnt want to accept the fact that he was happy with Y/N. If it had to come from his mouth to stop the stupid rumors and give his girlfriend peace, then hed gladly yell it from the rooftops for everyone to hear. “Thats it Im making a statement about it.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in fear, scrambling to prevent him from grabbing his phone on the table next him. “No no no no.” She repeatedly declines. “You’ll only make it worse.”

“Darling, Im not going to stand here and watch you get all insecure because of their delusional ship.”

“Yeah well Im not gonna be the reason your fans hate me because Im getting in the way of your friendship with Aaliyah Cole.” She fires back.

Tom was ready to open his mouth only to be cut off once again. “And you know better. That is how your fans will always see it.”

“Okay, are you done?” He calmly asked, cautiously observing her. Rarely did Y/N ever get worked up about anything, but when she had her tangents, Tom always made sure she got off everything she needed to say before he becomes her voice of reason.

“Yeah, I guess.” she says feeling defeated. “Look its whatever and Im tired, can we just let this go and forget this whole conversation even happened?”

Tom was unconvinced, but didnt want to push her further. So reluctantly, he gave in and wrapped his arms around Y/N as they both tried to lull themselves to sleep.

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Y/N wasnt sure how she ended up in the Tube. It was strange how the lights flickered off the rusted tile floor. The train was no where to be seen, but off to the side of the railroads was pitch black, she could hardly see beyond. To her right she noticed herself standing in the corner of the room, and to her surprise Aaliyah was there. Her milk chocolate kissed skin, and fashionably long frizzy hair dropped down past her shoulders. Her figure long and poised, as she wore a rain jacket and sweats. An outfit only she could pull off and make it look like she was a model for Vogue. Aasliyah smiles brightly at Y/N.

“Hey Y/N.” She says cheerfully as a genuine friend would.

To Y/N’s surprise she greeted her back in the same tone. “Hey Aaliyah...uhh whats going on?” Y/N wasnt sure if she wanted the answer of how they both ended up in the Tube or if she truly wanted to know how her day went.

“Well Im getting ready to present at the Oscars.” She replies, a smile plastered as if she was so excited about it, almost too excited like she was keeping a secret.

“Really? Oh my god, that’s amazing! Im so proud of you Aaliyah! Who are you taking?”

Aaliyah pauses for a few moment looking back and forth, making sure no one else was around. “Okay can you keep a secret?” She whispered.

Y/N nods her head slowly, not having the slightest clue of what was going on. “Im taking Tom. I think he really likes me, and well...I like him too! Do you think maybe I should ask him when we go?” Aaliyah asked genuinely. It was almost like she had no recollection of Y/N and Tom being a couple. “I think we would look good together. Everyone is already making rumors and ships about us.”

Y/N backs aways lowly only to bump into a broad figure. As she turns around she sees Tom, emotionless and almost sad. “Y/N.” He speaks out. “I dont think this is going to work out. Im leaving you.”

Y/N’s heart quickens, and her breaths become shorter as she tries to find a way to run. Running and running into the darkness, until all she could hear was Tom’s faint voice calling out her name.

***

“Y/N! Y/N! Baby wake up please.” Tom cries as he gently shakes his girlfriend from her disturbed sleep.

Quickly Y/N opens her eyes and clutches on to Toms hoodie firmly. Back home, and in Toms arms. It was a dream was all she thought. A sigh of relief escaping from her mouth.

“Darling...” he speaks softly, worried about his girlfriend. “Are you okay?”

Y/N looks up at him and nods frantically. “Mmm..bad dream.”

“Yeah it seemed like it. You were so frightened...I was scared. What happened?” He’s looking at her, trying to read her saddened eyes, wanting to desperately understand what scared her so he could make it all go away for her.

Y/N looks down at her fiddling hands, as she sits on the couch. “I uhh...” she lets out a chuckle, thinking of the ridiculousness of it all. “I uhh...dreamed about Aaliyah going to the oscars and saying how she loved you and how you two are perfect for each other. When I turned around I saw you but you werent happy and said you were leaving me.”

Tom doesnt say a word, all he could think about was how sorry he felt to put Y/N in this position. Though both of them knew, It wasnt Toms fault, or anyone’s for that matter. Feelings are feelings and that was okay. No human being was ever born perfect and without insecurities.

Y/N always tried to be a good sport with situations like this knowing every shippers theory and evidence were hardly ever true, but at some point there was only so much she could take before it all came out like an oil spill. Maybe it was a sign that she wasnt good enough to be with Tom if half of his fanbase thought this way as well.

Tom cradled her into his arms again, holding her tightly and kissing the top of her head. “Darling, I know youre still doubting yourself about all of this, but please believe me when I tell you that I love you so so much and no matter what happens...Im always yours.” He whispers gently in her ear. “It was only a dream and these ridiculous rumors and theories are just that. No one woman in the world could ever make me feel the way I feel for you.”

Y/N blinks softly, as she stares into space. Afraid and in a weird way ashamed, its funny how something so small and so minimal could affect her self-esteem so greatly. Tom gently brings her head up, so her eyes can meet his. He rolls his thumb on the bottom of her soft lips. “Hey, I love you.” Tom smiles.

Time stopped for the both of them the moment Y/N looked into his eyes, she felt safe. All the bad words and thoughts slowly disappear. Tom was right, none of the things that anyone said about their relationship mattered. She knew Tom loved her, and how much she truly loved him. Isnt that enough? Of course not. It was more than enough. A smile slowly forming on Y/N’s face. “Theres that smile I love so much.” He comments.

“Im sorry, for being such a —”

“No. Its okay. You have a right to feel the way you did.” He picks up her hand and leaves a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much Tom.” She says pressing her lips to his. “I dont deserve you.”

“Darling, its me that doesnt deserve you. Im always yours.” Tom proclaims as he kisses her back.

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if we had 5 more minutes — f. w.

Summary: You thought you could save Fred from the rumbles of falling stones; you did your best, only to be in the rumbles with him instead.

Words: 2,160 words

Warnings ⚠ : ANGST, TW: Death, TW: Battle of Hogwarts, TW: war, TW: injuries, Fred died, you died, big Pain™, I strongly suggest tissues and a dozen of comfort chocolates, I cried so you will too, Basically An Emotional Rollercoaster, Read At Your Own Risk

Disclaimer: inspired by Billie Eilish's cover of The End of The World, so... ya'll know this is going to be a painful ride. Buckle up your seatbelts and enjoy. Reblogs and Comments are Highly Appreciated! <3 p/s: reading this with the song at the background really helps with the tear pouring effect ;)

Disclaimer 2.0: i know what yall are thinking... what tf is syaf doing, posting a fic when she’s in a hiatus she just posted yesterday? Also where is mad hatter chap 5 and epilogue? well, my brain likes to conjure up ideas at very inappropriate times (like rn) so bare with me and uh i’ve been really physically and mentally exhausted from work (retail is bathshit crazy) to write the mad hatter series so idk when will i update the two chapters but i’m working on it! thank you for being patient, and im sorry for causing you guys to wait for so long, ilysm don’t kill me <3 

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The end of the world.

The Battle of Hogwarts looked like the end of the world. Curses and spells thrown left to right, different kinds of bodies found at each corner and crook, walls here and there crumbling as down as hope for freedom. And blood.

At that point of time, the pools of blood on the floor look the same; pureblood or not. Because they bleed the same anguish red.

You didn't need to see the apocalypse of the world anymore. Screw the end of Mother Earth; this battle in front of your eyes was more than enough — sadly — to be your end of the world.

“Hey,” You called, causing Fred to turn his head around to your direction, his lips etched up a smile before replying with another hey. You sat next to him, the place where George had sat before he got up and left to speak with Professor Lupin.

Evil is winning, and good is losing. But then again, what difference would it make; if good kills as many as evil? At the end of the world, there is no good and evil alone. There are desperation, madness, and hunger for power, lust for victory brought along with them.

So, at the end of the world, you chose to be side by side with your lover, Fred Weasley. The red-headed dork you’ve taught yourself to pour your love into had become the very source of your life. He is your elixir, he is your soul, heart, and happiness.

It was silent for a while, none of you had anything to say. Yet the silence was comforting, with only the presence of each other as calming as it is. “Y/N,” Fred suddenly turned his head to you, biting his lower lip in contemplation. “Hm?” “Can you just stay at the Burrow?” 

You blinked, “What?” Fred sighed, “Can you just stay at the Burrow right now and not join the war? I- I don’t want you to join in-” “Fred-” “I-It’s dangerous and it’s literally a war a-and I don’t want you to get hurt I would- I would rather die than have you hurt-” 

“Fred!” You raised your voice, your hand clasping onto his securely, an effort to calm his frenzied thoughts. He stopped rambling and stared at you with those doe eyes you adored so much, “You know I can’t do that.”

“We need everyone on board for this war. I am no exception- bloody hell, even your parents are joining in, Freddie!” You tried to explain slowly, and Fred closed his eyes in denial of defeat. 

“I love you,” he suddenly blurted out. He noticed the slight fluster you had, your eyebrows were raised for a millisecond before they furrowed upon a realization, “Wait, why are you saying this now? I-“ “I love you, Y/N,” he repeated himself and you shook your head, realizing what he was doing, “Wait, hold on a minute, no-“

He was saying it in case anything happens.

“Y/N, I love you-” “Don’t you dare say it one more time like you’re not gonna make it, Fred Weasley, I swear to Merlin,” You cut him off, your jaw clenching at his absurdness. “… Aren’t you gonna say it back?” Fred asked, his voice was small.

“I-” You sighed, “No, I won’t because I don’t want to say it right now, given the circumstances,” You paused, your voice quieting down, “It felt like a goodbye when you say it like that.” “Then when will you say it? We’ve been dating for almost a year and you'd never say it before,” He said.

“Really? This is the time to argue about this?” You gave him a pointed look, but your expression softened as you understood the meaning behind his actions. “Look, Freddie, I- You know how I feel about us,” You sighed, looking down at your hands on your lap, “You know I’m not that expressive with my words but- but I’m trying and- okay, let’s make a deal,” Fred’s ears perked up the mention of a deal. "I'm listening," he drawled.

“I’ll say the words when the war is over,” Fred gave you a sour look that clearly said ‘really?’ and it caused you to huff a smile, “Once everything is over, and everything is okay again, I’ll say them as many times as you want me to, okay?” Fred leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek with your hand, kissing his forehead.

“Even if I made you say it a thousand times?” He asked and you chuckled, your heart warming at his childlike question, “I’ll say it for an hour if you asked me to.”

It happened so fast.

One second you were fighting off the Death Eaters with Percy and Fred, and then the other, you find your body aching at the major pressure from the rocks and debris that used to be Hogwarts’ protective wall from the outside world.

It was dark, and it was dusty, but you were too unconscious to notice. That was until you felt your cheek being patted a few times. As you gained consciousness with a cough or two, you also gained the pending pain spreading all across your whole body. You couldn’t feel your legs, or safe to say your whole lower body part. 

Memories of you a few moments ago trying to push Fred away from the rumbles but ended up facing the falling stones head-on with him instead began to flow back into your mind. How foolish could you be to act like a hero, as if you could sacrifice yourself for him to live.

“… Y-Y/N…”

You turned your head with a silent grunt, and your eyes fixate at the body beside you, a few feet away, Fred. 

He had blood leaking from his nose and ears, probably from the impact, and his face was dusty with debris from the stones. As he looked at you, he threw you a smile; a weak, hiding the fact that he’s in immense pain kind of smile.

“F-fancy seeing you here,” he grunted with a wince, a smile nevertheless rested on his lips. “Fred…” you could only mutter his name, closing your eyes for a brief second at the growing pain on your thighs. The pressure from the rumbles had slowly increased, and you felt yourself losing consciousness again. Only to be brought back to open your eyes as Fred poked your cheeks a few more times, “Hey, hey, s-stay with me, love.”

“We’ll… We’ll be okay.”

You winced at the trickling sensation on your skin as you tried to move your fingers towards him, “It’s… It’s impossible, Fred…” You voiced out, your voice cracking up. You saw Fred’s lips quivered before he threw you another comforting smile, “Don’t… Don’t say that. We’ll make it… I-I know we will.”

“We… We will?”

Groaning from the injuries on his body as he tried to move closer to you, he nodded, “We will.”

You felt his fingers trying to reach for yours, and you handed him assistance as you hooked your fingers with his. His hand was cold, trembling. But it was Fred’s. And Fred’s hand is always warm.

“It’s… It’s so heavy,” You whimpered in pain, looking at Fred for comfort. All Fred wished to do at the moment was to be strong enough. Strong enough to push off these rumbles pressing onto his body. Strong enough to pull you out from the pain. All he wished for was for you to not be in pain anymore. But he knew he couldn’t do anything. The rumbles were too big, too heavy, and it would take a while for anyone to find them at the bottom of everything. 

Fred breathed out heavily through his mouth, slowly finding it difficult to breathe through his nose anymore, trying his best to look strong for you, “Stay with me, love. S-stay with me. Five more minutes. F-five more minutes and they’ll- they’ll save us…”

“Fred…”

“Five more minutes, I promise…”

You saw the desperation in his eyes, trying his best to somehow keep you afloat until you two are saved. You heard muffles from the other side, Percy screaming for Fred and you. His screams were sad and painful to hear; you would’ve cried for him if it wasn’t for the constant high-pitched ringing in your ears.

“Fred, h-hold my hand. P-please,” You whispered, finding no more strength to say anything louder than a whisper. He instantly intertwined your fingers with his, stretching as far as he could to reach you; no matter how screeching the pain in his lower body was.

“Fred,” You called him again. He chuckled a bit, “You’re… you’re saying my name a lot of times right now, darling.” You huffed a smile, the corner of your lips twitched, “… I want to ask you something.”

“… Anything.”

Your eyes met his, even in the darkness, his eyes still managed to look so beautiful. So earthly beautiful. “… Are you happy, Freddie?”

There was something about the way you say it, Fred couldn’t get a touch of what it was but… it felt like a goodbye. As much as Fred hated to admit, he wasn’t holding on much longer either. He was bleeding heavily from everywhere, his wand was out of his reach, and his body was starting to numb. His vision began to blur by itself, hence he blinked his eyes repeatedly. Trying his best to see your features clearly, one last time, if the worst happens.

This is it, he thought. This is the end of my line. 

Finding an urge to cry, but didn’t have enough strength to sob, Fred let out a tear or two onto the dusty surface he laid his head on, his eyes closing after the content stare of your beautiful— though bloody and dusty— face. How ironic, he’s slipping away first even though he was the one who said five more minutes.

If only you had five more minutes.

“W-with… With you? Heh, always… “ The whisper coming out from his mouth caused you to narrow your eyes at him. It felt strange, it felt wrong. Was he saying goodbye? Watching Fred close his eyes was alarming, so you gained all your strength to pat his hand a few times, “H-hey, Freddie… Five more minutes. Hang… Hang on for five more minutes, please.”

You squeezed his hand, and he naturally squeezed back, only this time it was weaker than usual. His grip on your hand started to soften, but you tightened yours desperately. The pain all over your body was partially forgotten, your only focus was on keeping Fred breathing and alive, as well as yourself. 

“I’m… I’m trying, my love… but I’m sleepy… and tired…” he mumbled, his words became slurred by time. He was on the edge, you realized that. Upon the sad realization, you bit your tongue, trying your best to prepare for the worst. “L-look at me, darling,” Your voice quivered, feeling the sandy surface on your temple as you tried to force your eyes open, to properly look at him, “Look at me.”

You knew it. He was slipping away from your fingers, and you were slipping too. It didn’t matter anymore even if Percy bulldozed his way to you now, it was too late. Simply too late. And that’s none of his faults. It’s none of his and none of yours.

Some things are just meant to be.

You took your other hand and placed it onto his cold, dirty cheek. Caressing his cheekbone gently, you gave him a comforting smile, “Fred.”

He looked at you, a faint smile on his lips. He’s at the end, you acknowledged. You widen your smile to assure him, although the tears escaping your eyes say otherwise, “… You make me happy. You make me so so happy. And I… I love you.”

“I love you, Freddie.”

With a big smile, Fred widened his eyes weakly, letting out a sigh of content as he looked at you with gentle eyes,“… Now that wasn’t so hard, now was it?“

Gentle eyes that soon hollowed empty.

“Yeah,” the dam of your tears broke down, “Took me a long time...” You squeezed his now lifeless hand, trying to find comfort and warmth from him for the last time. You smiled at Fred, whilst tears rolling down your temple slowly as if mourning the passing of your lover for you. You inched closer to him, careful not to graze your injuries, and met your nose with his.

You caressed his cheek, finally feeling yourself lose consciousness. This is it, you thought, I won’t wake up ever again. “You said we’ll be okay,” You whispered weakly, huffing a content smile on your lips. Staring into his eyes that had held so much love and pure unadulterated affection for you all these years, now empty with no trace of life, had sent you into pain more powerful than the injuries present on and in your body.

“I guess we will be, after this.”

“… You spent your last five minutes with me, huh?” You felt yourself going in and out of consciousness, and your vision blurring continuously, “Aren’t you a sappy git,” the mere whisper escaped your mouth with a sigh. The warm smile never left your lips, and the only thing in your mind was how peaceful he looked as of that moment, and you wondered if you’ll ever be in that state of peace, with him.  

“No- no- no!” someone was shouting. “No! Fred! no!” And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them with his hand on Y/N’s head, and the pair of lovers stared at each other without seeing, the ghost of their last smile still etched upon their faces.

On our last few drags of air, we agree

I was, and you were

Happy

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VALERIE - Part IX. (Harry Styles)

yall are gonna hate me for this but it needed to be done IM SORRY! also, i can’t believe valerie is ending this week, just one more part to go! can’twait to read your reactions and thoughts on this part, even though i know yall gonna be upset lmao

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Some days it truly feels like the universe has plotted against you to make every possible thing go wrong. As if it wants to see just how much you can take before breaking, experiment how long it can dance on your nerves before you end up one of those crazy people who shout at random strangers on the bus for no actual reason.

Starting the day you overslept awfully leaving you only ten minutes before you had to leave. In your hurry you ended up putting on socks that do not match and you were forced to buy a sandwich on your way as breakfast, but you promised you wouldn’t buy packed sandwiches for a reason, this one tasted like it’s been sitting on the shelf for weeks. Maybe it really has been. 

You made it to work successfully, but then you realized that you’ve left your notebook at home, the one that had quite a lot of important information you need for your work, so you spent your first hour at work emailing different people for things you should now, explaining that you just left your notebook at home. Some didn’t really give a fuck and just answered you normally, but others didn’t shy away from commenting that you should be more responsible and careful.

This alone gave just the perfect foundation for the day. It was all downhill from then. Your boss loaded twice as much work on you than usually, everything with close deadlines, throwing even more anxiety into the mix as if you didn’t have enough already. 

You met up with Marcus at lunch, but that didn’t go as planned either. It’s been getting more and more frustrating with him, the two of you have already had at least five fights this week and it’s only wednesday. It seems like even the smallest things push you over the edge these days and you easily pick a fight over anything. It didn’t happen differently this time either and by the time you got back to the office you were fuming. Worst part is that you always have a hard time ending a fight and tend to continue it through texts, the same thing happened today as well.

Now it’s a few minutes past five and you’re getting ready to go home, get changed and head to family dinner since today is Valerie’s first birthday, but even on the bus you’re still furiously typing away on your phone, sending a reply to Marcus, wanting nothing more than to throw the device right ot the window.

At one point you decide you’ve had enough. Turning your phone off you sink it into the depth of your bag and just try to focus on breathing, because even the smallest things seem to be hard tasks in such an upsetting state of mind. 

These past few weeks things have taken an absurdly wrong turn between you and Marcus and you don’t know what to do about the whole situation. Every night you go to bed thinking that you should just let go of him, would do a favor for the both of you, but then that stupid little voice in the back of your mind tells you that if you break up with Marcus it’s game over for you, you’ll spend the rest of your life alone. It all ends up with you violently holding onto the pieces of what’s left from your relationship and you’ve been trying to figure out where it went wrong, but you have absolutely no idea. 

After you changed into a pair of light washed jeans, a bright orange sweater and your black leather jacket it’s time for you to leave, though you already know you’ll be late. With a sigh deep you decided to turn your phone back on when you were sitting in the Uber, immediately deleting the notifications about the messages Marcus left you and going straight for the few ones from Rosa, your mom and Harry. They all arrived not too long ago asking when you’d be arriving, so you quickly typed your sorry and told them you’re on your way, you just got caught up at work. For Harry, you add something else too:

“Save me a seat and order me a tequila.”

His response came quickly.

“Done. Both.”

You let out a chuckle seeing his message. He knows you too well.

Walking into the small restaurant you don’t have a hard time spotting your family, three tables have been pushed together to make enough room in the back, taking up the small, kind of separated area of the place. Rosa smiles widely when she spots you, Valerie standing on her thighs, hands on the table as she is trying to snatch one of the glasses away, but her dad is pushing it further from her grasp.

“Sorry for being late,” you huff out and take the seat right next to Harry who watches you with a smile. “Well hello there, birthday girl! You’re so big now!” you babble at Valerie who giggles at you before her attention is averted once again.

You feel Harry’s elbow poking your side and turning to him you see him nod at the two shots on the table.

“Oh, fantastic. You’re drinking too?”

“No, I’m driving. Both for you.”

“If I didn’t have such a shitty day I would question what kind of alcoholic you think I am, but I kinda need both,” you sigh, taking the first one and downing it faster than ever. From the corner of your eyes you see your mother’s disapproving look, but you decide to ignore it for now.

“Wanna talk about it?” Harry asks, eyebrows furrowed in worry, but you shake your head, the alcohol still burning your throat.

“Not now. Can you give me a lift home tho?”

“Sure,” he nods, turning back to the conversation at the table. 

You somehow succeed in putting everything that happened today behind and just focus on the time spent with your family. It helps that seemingly Harry works hard all evening to tell you about random things, just occupying your thoughts as much as he can. It’s nice to relax a little and forget everything that’s been weighing down on your shoulders recently. 

“It’s so crazy she is one already,” you sigh when you and Harry are walking to his car.

“Right? It makes me feel incredibly old,” Harry huffs as he fishes his car keys out of his pocket.

“How old are you even?” you ask laughing, realizing you don’t even know how old he exactly is. There are quite a few things, small details you’ve just never gotten around to find out about Harry.

“I’m turning 27 in February. Wild, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

“Yeah, you’re basically a grandpa,” you tease him and he narrows his eyes at you, but you can’t miss the little smile hiding in the corners of his mouth. 

“That makes you a grandma, because you’re turning 25 in April, don’t you?”

“You know when my birthday is?” It takes you by surprise, you don’t remember ever telling him when your birthday is.

The two of you reach his car and he clears his throat unlocking it. Seems like he doesn’t really want to answer, but your burning gaze on him kind of forces him into it.

“Uh, I do. I wanted to meet up with Steven last year the day you had your birthday party, but he said he had plans already. Tried to lure him into cancelling, but he didn’t even want to share where he was going. Then he admitted that it was your birthday party, but you told him and Rosa not to even mention it to me so I don’t show up.”

Your stomach drops hearing his version of a story you’ve only known from your own point of view. You remember that you indeed told them not to tell Harry about it, but now it seems like such a hate crime, when in real life, it was still when the two of you hated each other with passion. 

“I’m… Harry I’m sorry. That was--”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiles at you, starting the car. “We left it all behind, didn’t we?”

His smile seems genuine, but you still feel guilty for being such a bitch. It reminded you how much time and energy the two of you wasted for years hating each other when you could have been just like you are now. If only things happened in a different way…

Arriving at your building Harry parks the car and stops it. As the engine stops, the silence that’s been thickening the air just becomes even more obvious. He is waiting for you to say something about what’s gotten you so upset today, you know that, but you don’t feel like sitting around in his car.

“Want to come up for a little bit?” you ask and it’s a hidden message that you want to talk in the comfort of your own home. Luckily, Harry understands it right away and nodding he tells you to lead the way. 

You make some tea and the two of you sit on your couch, Harry is sitting sideways so he can see you while you bring your knees up to your chest, staring down at the mug in your hands.

“I had a fight with Marcus,” you quietly start.

“Oh.”

“And… it wasn’t the first time. We’ve been constantly fighting lately and I’m just… so tired of it.”

Saying it out loud for the first time, having someone listen to you brings you an odd sense of relief, and it doesn’t feel weird that you’re talking to Harry about all of it. He has proven himself to be a great listener.

“We’ve been fighting constantly, over the smallest things and my… my patience is running short, at this point.”

You’re talking slowly, carefully putting your thoughts into words, trying your best to interpret them for Harry after boiling them only in your own head for so long.

“I just… I have no idea what I should do.”

“It seems like the relationship is not making you happy anymore,” Harry softly speaks up and you have nothing to bring up against what he just said. “So why are you trying to continue it?”

You were expecting the question, you just knew he would ask it, but it still brings a painful, stinging sensation into your chest as you try to find the words to answer him. 

“Because…” you breath out and slowly turning your head, your eyes meet his gaze. “If I can’t make it work with him… then… who is it gonna be? There’s this voice in my head that keeps telling me, that he is literally my last choice, that if I mess this up it’s gonna be over for me.”

“Y/N, you know that’s not true,” Harry tells you tilting his head.

“Do I?” you chuckle bitterly, turning your gaze to the ceiling before you look back at him. “Because I don’t think I do. I’ve been literally feeling so miserable for weeks, yet I still can’t get me to move on, because I think I’m gonna die alone.”

“That’s not gonna happen, don’t say that. You’ll find the right person for you, you just… have to be patient.”

“But that’s the thing. I have lost my patience. I’m done, over it.” The tears form in your eyes in just a few seconds and the next thing you know is that you’re crying. “I’ve been trying so hard in my whole life, but somehow I always ended up… not being enough, or thrown away, stepped over, left behind. No matter what I did, I always ended up alone and I can’t help but notice a pattern in it. It has to be me, what else?”

“It’s not you, okay? You just had a few bad experiences.”

“Not a few,” you huff closing your eyes. “All of them are bad. I was… I was never enough for anyone and now that I found a guy that seemed to be just perfect… I’m ruining it.”

“I don’t think you’re ruining anything.”

“Then explain to me what’s happening, Harry!” you snap in despair and Harry stares back at you at a loss of words at first.

“Do you have feelings for him?” he then asks. You can’t answer right away and it tells him a lot.

“I… I’m not sure.”

“That sounded more like a no.”

“Okay, alright. No, I don’t. But… I could develop feelings eventually, couldn’t I?”

“That’s not how it works, Y/N. You can’t just torture yourself hoping that one day you wake up and you’ll be in love with him. It’s not gonna happen and you’re just wasting your time.”

“How do you know it’s not gonna happen? What makes you so sure of that I will not end up alone?”

Harry stays quiet, her green eyes are staring right into your soul and for a moment you forget about your misery. This man alone holds such a power over you, it’s starting to scare you.

“I know it, because… I know you. And I see you. You’re literally the funniest girl I know, so easy to talk with, you always know when to crack a joke and when you have to be serious. You have so much love for others, you care about your loved ones and you’re always there for your friends and family. You make it so easy for others to get comfortable around you and you make everyone feel safe around you.”

You listen to him intently, drinking up every word that leaves his lips. Harry looks down at his hands as he continues.

“And you’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful, it always baffles me when I see you.”

“What?” you breathe out.

“It’s the truth,” Harry chuckles lightly, he brushes his knuckles together nervously. “Every time you walk in, you just… make everyone turn their head at you, and I always wonder if you even notice that. The way you walk, your smile, your laugh, Y/N, you make every man go crazy about you.”

“You’re just saying that because you are trying to cheer me up,” you sniff, wiping a few more tears away from your eyes.

“I’m definitely not,” he chuckles and his eyes finally find yours. “I remember when we first met.”

“When you walked in on me changing,” you sigh, the memories living vividly in your mind.

“Yeah. I remember how… breathless I felt when I saw you standing there, your dress handing a little on your frame because of the zipper. I forgot my name for a moment. I offered to help with the zipper because I just… wanted to touch you in any kind of way. So I knew that you were real.”

“Harry…”

“I know this sounds made up, but I’m telling you, this is the truth. And I know I didn’t act like that for a long time, but I always thought that you were an amazing person and I know that any guy would be so lucky and incredibly happy to be with you. I hate the thought of you thinking otherwise of yourself, when you are literally such a delight and… just a gift to all of us. I don’t know what’s really been going on between you and Marcus, but if he can’t see your worth and can’t make you feel like you deserve… he is not worthy of your time.”

You feel your throat closing up, but you’re not sure Harry knows the reason behind it when the tears start rolling down your cheeks again. 

Because it might look like his words touched you and made you tear up, but in reality, a bittersweet feeling has taken completely over you. If this is how he thinks about you, why did he act like that when he had the chance to be with you? Why didn’t he want you to stay? What did you do that made him want to throw you out?

It’s a spiral straight down and you can’t stop yourself from falling. Harry has always been the biggest mystery of your life, and now you’re just even more sure it was something you did or said that made him want to run. 

He reaches out and easily scoops you into his arms and you let him hold you tight, face buried into his chest. You hold onto his shirt as the silent cries escape your lips. You want him to want you. You want him to mean all those things he just told you, but you just can’t seem to move on from the past even though you’ve agreed to forget about it. It keeps bugging you in the back of your mind that no matter what he says, you weren’t good enough to make him want to stay with you when he had the chance. 

***

It doesn’t get better after that night. Harry stayed until after midnight, made sure you got into bed and told you he’ll check in on you the next day. And so he did. 

You felt guilty for loading all of it on Harry, so you decided it was the last time you ever talked about Marcus or your love life in general with him. You easily made yourself believe that he didn’t really care about it and he just listened to you because he was trying to be nice. It seemed the best to just try and forget about it all. 

For a while you were contemplating breaking up with Marcus, but you didn’t have the strength to do it, telling yourself you have to give it another chance and some more patience. However it’s ending up to be quite draining, you gotta admit, but you are starting to get used to feeling numb every day.

Rosa invites you over, because she went through her closet and found some stuff she thought you’d like, so you head over not long after you get home from work. She mentioned that Harry would be over watching some kind of football game with Steven, so you are not surprised to see his car parking on their driveway.

“Hi guys!” you greet them when Rosa lets you in, the game is already on so they just wave in your way, intently watching the TV.

“Come on, I have everything in the bedroom,” Rosa nods in your way and you follow her upstairs. Valerie greets you with a loud shriek as you walk in, she is sitting in her crib, surrounded with a bunch of toys, seemingly having a great time.

“Hi there, Princess!” you coo at her, caressing her cheek before you sit on the edge of the bed that’s filled with piles of clothes. “What’s the big sorting?” you ask, grabbing a cardigan and taking a look at it.

“I just have way too much stuff, can’t fit new stuff into my wardrobe, so I needed to sort it all out.”

The two of you go through everything and just catch up while you try on what you like. At the end, you are just sitting on the bed playing with Valerie. You can tell there’s something Rosa wants to share, but she seems reserved about saying it out loud.

“So, the other day we were talking with Steven about how crazy it is that Val is over one year old,” she starts, eyes glued to the little girl, handing her another building block as Valerie works on… whatever it’s going to be when it's finished.

“Yeah, that’s what we talked about with Harry after her birthday dinner. Makes us feel old,” you chuckle.

“Exactly,” she sighs chuckling. “So then we talked about, maybe… having another kid sometime soon.”

You perk up and looking at Rosa you see the shy smile on her lips and you gasp, but she shakes her head.

“I’m not pregnant,” she assures you, but then adds: “Not yet.”

“Oh my God, so you’re trying for another baby?” you whisper, even though there’s no chance of the guys hearing the two of you. You can hear the sound of the TV up here, they have no clue what you’re talking about.

“I mean, it can take some time, so we thought we could… start now.”

“That’s fantastic!” you breathe out, truly happy for your sister. You just know Valerie will be such a good big sister. “Val, you want a baby sister or baby brother?” you ask her and she looks at you with a serious expression, holding out one of the blocks.

“Baba!” she exclaims.

“Yes, baba!” you chuckle. She’s been learning kind of real words lately and it won’t take too long before she’ll be bossing around everyone in the house.

When it’s getting late you pack the clothes you choose and head down to leave. The guys are still on the couch, but Harry’s head perks up when he hears your footsteps.

“You want me to give you a ride?”

“Um, I’m fine, don’t want to bother you while the game is on.”

“It’s ending in five. If you can wait a little it’s alright.”

“Okay,” you nod smiling so instead of going to the front door you stop in the kitchen to wait for Harry.

Rosa puts Valerie into her high chair and gets a banana for her while you check your phone just when Marcus calls you. Hesitantly, but you answer it.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi, just wanted to check in if the weekend is still on.”

“Uh, sure. It is.”

“Great. I’ll have to check again with my boss, but I think I’ll be able to pick you up.”

“Great. Talk to you later.”

“Bye, babe.”

The call ends and you find yourself facing a curious looking Rosa on the other side of the kitchen island.

“Marcus?” she asks and you nod. “How are things going?” You’ve only mentioned it to her that it’s been hard between the two of you, but you definitely didn’t go into details. Harry was the first and last person to hear the whole story.

“Um… neutral, I guess?”

“That doesn’t sound promising.”

“I know, but I’m just trying to figure it out. We are spending the weekend together, I hope it’ll help us to get a little more… settled? I guess, I don’t know,” you stammer, nervously fidgeting with your phone in your hands. 

“That’s nice, was it his idea?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s good to know that Marcus is making the right attempts to smooth things out.”

“Attempts?” Harry’s voice makes both of you look in his way as he stands at the door, seemingly confused about what he just heard. “You’re still with Marcus?”

“Harry, I…”

“No, don’t try to explain it. I thought I talked sense into you last time.” He is clearly pissed, not holding back how upset he is to get the news that you are still dating Marcus. But on the other hand you can also feel yourself getting angry how he tries to control your life.

“You did, but I never said I’ll break things off with him.”

“Well, it surely sounded like you made up your mind,” he huffs.

“Well, I didn’t,” you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest.

“What the fuck, Y/N! You can’t keep doing this to yourself!” he snaps gesturing in your way. “I thought we were over this!”

“We? What do you mean we?” you grimace and now you are raising your voice as well. “Harry, there’s no we! This is my relationship and it’s nice that you care, but you can’t tell me what to do!”

Harry is vivid. He needs everything in him not to burst right then and there and for a moment you think he’s gonna just explode. But when he speaks up again his voice is quiet, however you can feel all the anger and frustration behind it.

“Get in the car, we’re leaving.”

“What?”

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N!” he barks making you jump. Rosa and Steven, who arrived to the kitchen in the middle of this madness, are just watching the scene unfold, completely unable to even say a word.

Slowly, you slide off the stool and grabbing the bag filled with clothes you turn to Rosa.

“Thanks for… these,” you mumble before walking out, Harry following you right behind. 

Nothing is said as the two of you get into the car, Harry is clearly on the verge of anger outburst, but you’re pretty upset yourself. The drive back to your place is painfully quiet, but you can’t stop staring at his hands gripping the wheel. HIs fingers and knuckles are turning white from the way he is basically crushing the wheel in his hold. You wouldn’t be surprised if it had his grip’s imprint on it by the time you arrive to your building. 

“What the fuck, Y/N?” he snaps once the car is parked.

“Would you stop pretending like you have a saying in what I do?”

“I do have a saying in it! Because when you break again I’ll be the one picking you up from the ground!”

“Well, sorry it’s such an inconvenience to be my friend. But don’t worry, I won’t come to you again,” you snap back with a grimace and try to open the door, but it’s locked. “Let me out, Harry!”

“Fuck no, not until we talk about this,” he scoffs and it’s the last straw for you.

“There’s nothing to talk about! It’s none of your business, Harry! Stop pretending like you care!”

“I do care!” he shouts back so forcefully you are taken aback, sinking into your seat. “Of course I fucking care! How would I not?! I care about you so fucking much, how do you not see it?!”

At this point, you’re certain Harry has lost all self control and he is about to load he has been holding back out on you, while you’re just sitting there, staring at him completely speechless over how his whole being is filled with anger and fury.

“Stop fucking telling me that I don’t care when all I think about is you! Every damn day! I can’t fucking stop thinking about you, because every time my mind snaps right back to you when I’m trying to think about something else! Do you know how fucking painful it is?! See you fucking waste your time with that dickhead when I want to be with you?!”

Eyes widened you forget to even breathe as the words leave his lips and soon enough realization hits him hard about what he just said. His chest is violently waving, eyes staring straight ahead. Next time he speaks up the shouting is over, he is clearly shocked at his own behavior.

“Y/N, I-- what you told me last time, about ending up alone, that wasn’t the first time you told me all of that.”

“What?” you gasp.

“You broke down the same way at the wedding. Told me all about how you think you are just simply unlovable and will probably die alone.” His eyes snap down at his hands on his lap as he continues. “I was shocked how you’d ever think that way about yourself, because I was… I was already falling in love with you and I barely just met you that night. I couldn’t imagine what happened to you that made you believe that nonsense. I never felt like that with anyone else before and it was so fucking scary. Every time you looked at me or touched me, I could feel… the sparks. The fucking sparks, Y/N,” he lets out a bitter chuckle. “I never believed in that, but you made me feel that way. Then… one thing happened after the other and we were up in my room. I saw the way you looked at me, like I was your fucking everything and I have never experienced that. You fell asleep in my arms and I told myself that this is exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you listen in complete shock as Harry is still avoiding to look at you.

“I wanted to be the person who shows you how lovable and amazing you are, how worthy you are to be loved. Like I found my mission all of a sudden.”

“Then what the fuck happened in the morning?” you ask choking out the words. Harry finally turns to face you and you see his watery eyes. He was crying.

“You fell asleep and I was just watching you… and I realized that… sooner or later I would do something to hurt you. Because that’s what I always do and I didn’t want that. You didn’t deserve that, but I just knew I won’t be able to give you what you wanted and needed. And you told me all about how you just want to be loved and… I didn’t want to disappoint you in any way.”

He rubs his eyes turning back to look straight ahead and you see his lips tremble before he speaks up again. 

“I said all those stuff so you’d have a reason to hate me and you wouldn’t try to stay with me.”

“This is literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” you chuckle bitterly as the tears keep rolling down your cheeks. “Do you have any idea how fucking horrible I felt after that? I felt so ashamed for fucking weeks, Harry!”

“I-I know. I mean, I figured.”

“You made me feel unwanted and dirty, it took me so long to build my confidence back and be able to think of myself as more than just some used rug that was thrown out!”

Harry sits there in complete silence and just lets you load everything out on him, because he knows that’s what he deserves. He has tried to punish himself in so many different ways for what he did to you, but he knew he had to face you someday. Now the time has come and he is done trying to run away from the consequences of his actions in the past.

“I was blaming myself all this time, thinking that I must have done something wrong, when in reality it was you! It was fucking you!”

“I know, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean it to end like this.”

“You didn’t mean it to end like this?” you snap. “You literally continued to treat me like shit for years! If it wasn’t for Valerie, you’d still be a complete dick to me! And what was your intention with this now, huh? Why did you tell me all of this now?!”

“Because I couldn’t stop… seeing you be so unhappy with someone who clearly doesn’t deserve you in any way. I’m selfish and I realized that I made a mistake, but I now know what I should have done, because…” He finally turns to face you again, you see a tear roll down his cheek as he takes a deep breath before continuing. “I love you. I love you, Y/N, and I’m fucking done pretending like I don’t.”

You stare back at him, breath caught in your throat and it’s the breaking point. You reach over to his side and unlock the doors so you can open yours and you jump out of the car wanting to get as far away from him as possible. He can’t just throw all of this on you after everything the two of you went through, that’s not how it works. Does he even mean it? How are you supposed to believe him after years of hatred?

You try to get inside the building, but he is quick to catch up with you, he grabs your upper arm and pulls back, but you yank his hold away. 

“Where are you going?!” he snaps towering above you.

“Home. And don’t fucking touch me!”

“But I literally just told you I love you, you’re not gonna say anything about that?”

At first you plan on not even answering, you make your way towards the door, but then you change your mind. Turning around you unload on him once again.

“You don’t have the right to tell me you love me! Not after all the shit I took from you! How am I supposed to believe it when you literally made me feel like shit for all these years, saying the meanest stuff to me every damn time we met! I was avoiding you like the plague because I can’t even count how many times you made me cry calling me names and treating me so fucking horrible! No, you are not just gonna waltz in here, tell me that I have to break up with my boyfriend because you’ve been in love with me all along. I don’t fucking believe you, Harry. So stay the fuck away from me,” you tell him and push your way inside. This time he doesn’t follow.

By the time you reach your front you’re sobbing, barely seeing from your own tears. With shaking hands you unlock the door and get inside shutting the door behind you before you collapse on the floor. 

Harry lives in delusion if he thinks he can just unload all of this on you and make everything right magically. Not after more than three years of the shit you took from him. How are you supposed to believe that he is telling the truth? If he loved you all along, how could he treat you like that? That’s not what love should feel like. All those countless times when you came home after seeing him and you couldn’t help but cry after some of his meanest comments… and now he is trying to make you believe he did it all to protect you from him? Bullshit.

It doesn’t work like that and now he is gonna have to face the consequences of his actions. 

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 16]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, dom!seungcheol, oral(fem receiving), a little overstimulation, some hair pulling, dirty talk, possessive!seungcheol makes an appearance, sex toys, seungcheol riskin’ it all in this one 😏😳 yall!!! only 4 more chapters after this 🥺 it’s so crazy, I don’t even remember when I started this series but omg, my longest one yet! 💕 thank you so much for the support on cherry bomb, as always!! I love yall 💕💕 also my god has it been a week 😭 gonna do an inbox roundup tomorrow!💕 But for now, enjoy ch16 and have a good, safe weekend!! 💕🍒 

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“Let me get this straight… She asked you if you considered her your girlfriend and you said what?”

Seungcheol grimaces for the third time, brows furrowed when Jeongguk blinks at him incredulously. “I’m sorry, I just---I need to hear it from your lips again, hyung.”

“Ugh, I said ‘sure’, okay!? I got nervous! That was a big fuckin’ question!” Seungcheol tugs at his own hair, groaning as he slams his head down onto the concession stand. “Don’t even get me started on the look she gave me after. I had to sleep next to her, you don’t know how horrible that was after my fuck up.”

Jeongguk pats Seungcheol’s hair; shaking his head as he gently tries to comfort his hyung.

“What did she say afterwards?”

“She just said ‘oh, okay’ and then she changed topics.” Seungcheol lifts his head from the countertop, hair mussed as he stares back at Jeongguk who shoots him a pitiful look.

“And that was it? The two of you went to bed?” Seungcheol nods, “We ate a little and she started talking about work so I thought everything was okay? But the more I think about it the more I’m thinking ‘oh, okay’ isn’t really okay? Listen, I haven’t been in a relationship in a while and the last thing I ever expected out of meeting her was for her to be my girlfriend!”

Jeongguk laughs in return, “I can tell. You’re fuckin’ rusty as hell, hyung.”

“He said what?”

You groan as you pick up another plate. “He said ‘sure’ and then it got awkward. We ate dinner and then went to bed and this morning when he dropped me off, I felt like---weird? I was all shy all of a sudden, maybe even awkward.” Jun helps you clear off the table, taking a couple plates of his own before turning to face you.

“Like, ‘butterflies in my stomach’ kinda shy? Or, like, ‘that wasn’t really the answer I was looking for’ kinda awkward shy?”

Grimacing, you start to wipe down the table as Jun watches. “I’m not even sure. I mean… He didn’t say no, right? But I guess I was just expecting a little more than just ‘sure’. Nothing like, grandiose but… a little more than ‘sure’? It’s like he was replying to me asking if he wanted a piece of chocolate.”

Jun laughs, fingertips on his chin as he thinks of an appropriate response. “He might just be… awkward. I mean, what was the preface of this question? What conversation were you two having?”

Your lips press into a firm line, cheeks hot as Jun stares you down. “Okay… maybe you’re right. I didn’t really… work up to that question. I kinda just… asked it. I mean, you guys were asking about it in the comments too so I just thought--”

“Ah! There’s the problem though. I don’t think hyung was even in the chat at that point. So, just because all of us were talking about it doesn’t mean he knew, y’know? He might’ve just been caught off guard.”

“Ugh... fuck, you’re probably right.”

You and Seungcheol don’t talk about it.

Even though you can feel the tenseness between the two of you during dinner and even when he drops you off and picks you up from work Friday afternoon. It’s all clipped conversations and shy, awkward smiles like the two of you had met for the first time, all over again.

It eventually comes to a head when you’re only an hour away from needing to start your cam show, Friday night, and you realize that you weren’t sure if Seungcheol was going to be part of it or not. “Hey, ‘Cheol?” You ask, voice small as you stare at the back of his head. The male turns from his place on the sofa, eyes wide as saucers at your shy voice.

“Y-yeah?”

“Are you, um, going to cam with me tonight or…? I mean, I can do it alone, I just--I wasn’t sure if you wanted to, tonight.” Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek; he really wanted to talk about it and he didn’t understand why this, out of all the things, was so difficult for him to talk about.

“I--I don’t know. I just, I’m sorry, can I just... apologize first?” He groans as he gets up from the sofa and rounds it until he steps in front of where you sit atop the bed sheets. “It’s been so awkward and I know it’s because of me, so you don’t need to say anything. I just--I should’ve said more than ‘sure’, I was just nervous!” His cheeks burn red; wide eyes avoiding your own as you stare up at him. “I really want you to be my girlfriend, if I didn’t already make that clear. I was just thinking about how I never really expected you to like me that much, much less start a relationship with me, so the first thing that came out of my mouth was just… that. It was dumb, I should’ve said something else, but I think my brain was just mush by then.”

Your own cheeks feel hot at his confession; trying to hide the beaming smile that threatens to paint your features. “No--no, I should apologize a little too. I asked you that out of nowhere and made you panic. I should’ve worked it up better than that too.”

“I guess we’re both a little dumb, huh?” He laughs under his breath as he scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. “We can talk about everything else under the sun but that was just… harder to talk about in the moment.”

“Yeah, but we’re okay now, right? We’re an official c-couple?” You bite your lip, looking up at Seungcheol who seems to be staring off into the distance. A grin finds itself painted on his lips as he meets your shy eyes.

“That’s right, babygirl.”

Seungcheol decides to let you do your cam show alone tonight; watching from the sofa as you get settled on the bed before nodding at him and starting your stream.

“Hey, everyone! Happy Friday!”

The comments and donations flood in as soon as you start and you already hit your donation minimum before you even open your mouth to speak again. It catches you off guard momentarily as your eyes go wide and your lips part in a shocked expression.

“Whoa, that was so fast! We already hit the donation minimum!”

sleepy_wonu has donated $75

sleepy_wonu: your channel has grown so much in the past few weeks im not surprised lol

universe_WZ: yea seriously, i remember when it took us like 30 mins before we hit minimum

artist8hao has donated $75

artist8hao: now theres ppl we’ve never even seen before in the comments lol

angelhan has donated $50

tangerine_kwan has donated $50

“Oh I know! Remember that one cam show where it took me, like, almost an hour to reach minimum? If it weren’t for ‘dom.cheol’ then, I don’t think that one would’ve taken off at all!” You giggle at the memory, eyes momentarily flitting to Seungcheol who smiles back at you.

kitty_junjun: speaking of? No loverboy tonight?

therealchan99: oh yeah i didnt even notice he was gone 😌

chwenon: lmfao

“Ah, he said he wanted to take a break tonight so it’s just me! Hope that’s okay with you guys?” You pout at the camera, fingertips roaming your lingerie clad body as you read off a few more comments. “I’m so used to his hands all over my skin though… He gets me to cum so easily, y’know?”

You pick up a dildo sitting next to you on the bed; bringing the silicone toy to your lips as you moan. “This is the biggest toy I have and it’s not anywhere near the size of his cock...” Wrapping your lips around the tip, you start sucking on the toy, imagining it was Seungcheol’s cock instead when it fills your mouth.

Your eyes flutter shut when you start grinding against the bedsheets underneath you and Seungcheol feels his throat going dry at the way you take more and more of the toy into your mouth until you’re gagging on it. Tears spring to your eyes when you feel your throat constricting around the silicone and you repeat this action a few more times before you’re pulling the toy from your mouth and sputtering to catch your breath.

gentleman_josh95: god youre so fucking pretty choking on cock

alphagyu97 has donated $50

alphagyu97: fuck i know

Setting the toy down, you immediately work to get your lingerie off; tossing it to the side before spreading your legs for the camera. “Mmh, I’m already so wet thinking about this toy filling me up…” You tease yourself with the toy, dragging the tip through your folds and collecting the wetness on it as you mewl.

xcaliburDK: but is it gonna be enough for you?

hoshi_tiger_xx: probably not, we all know the toys arent as good as the real thing lolol

You let out a whimper as you circle your clit with the tip of the toy. “I know… But I really want something inside my pussy…”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his sweats at the way your words only sound sweeter to his ears now that the two of you had cleared the air. He bites his lip, palming himself through the material as he watches you from his place on the sofa.

alphagyu97: is ur tight lil cunt ready to take it?

therealchan99: why dont u use your pretty fingers to get yourself ready hmm?

You nod shakily, setting the toy down again before bringing your middle and index fingers to your lips to wet them properly before snaking them down your body. “Ah, my fingers aren’t as big either…” Mumbling, you pinch and tease your clit, moaning out loudly before dragging them down and sinking them into your soaked entrance.

“Fuh--fuck, mmh!” Regretfully, your fingers aren’t as thick or long as Seungcheol’s but you curl and scissor the digits inside of you to prep yourself for the toy.

The sound of your moans and cries mix in with the pinging on your laptop from donations and comments and for once, Seungcheol realizes how weird it is to be on the other side and not with you. Admittedly, he’d gotten quite used to being on cam with you that it seemed awkward to just be doing nothing on the other side of the room.

“Oh, ngh, I--I want the toy n-now…” Mewling, you pull your soaking fingers from inside of your pussy; bringing them to your lips to clean them off of your wetness before grabbing the toy again. You run the silicone through your folds as you get it covered in your slick before positioning it at your entrance and slowly sinking it in.

It was definitely smaller than Seungcheol and didn’t have the same girth, but you still whine and whimper when it fills you up to the base of the toy. “Ngh, feels g-good…”

universe_WZ: i just kno that toy is noy as satisfying as the real thing huh princess?

xcaliburDK: right? Her pretty lil pussy is probably so used to being stretched by a big cock 

You thrust the toy into your pussy, soft cries spilling from your lips as you try to imagine it’s Seungcheol instead. In all honesty, you would’ve wanted him to film with you but you respected his decision to stay on the sidelines for tonight.

“Ah, it--it’s not the s-same… I--I need h-help…” You whine; shaky fingertips still working the dildo in and out of your soaking pussy. 

“P-please, ah… the toy’s not, mmh, enough to make m-me feel good...”

In the time between you picking up the toy and you actually sliding into your wet cunt, Seungcheol internally argues with himself on what to do.

And it’s not until you start begging to the air for more that he mentally says ‘screw it’ and gets up from the sofa.

Your eyes are clamped shut as you try to chase the pleasure and soon you feel the bed dip; confused eyes peering back at Seungcheol who’s entire body, including his head, is in the camera’s shot. “W-wait, you---”

“Me, what? You asked for me, right?” He turns his head, eyes staring directly into the camera as he smirks.

“Hi. I’m her boyfriend. But I think the rest of you know that already, right?”

The comments go wild with Seungcheol’s sudden face reveal, even though you and him are already lost in each other as he grips the base of the dildo and starts pumping it inside of you, angling it as best as he can to graze against your g-spot.

xcaliburDK: i think i need to quit my job tomorrow

chwenon: ??? didnt u just start

angelhan: damn i knew this dude was gonna be hot as hell

kitty_junjun: whoa nice to see ur face

kitty_junjun: i take it u lovebirds made up

xcaliburDK: yea i did but i think ive embarrassed myself enough for one lifetime

xcaliburDK has donated $150

xcaliburDK: for my shame

Your entire body is aflame with Seungcheo’s confidence and you feel the pleasure building up even quicker now that he was here with you. “Ah, f-fuck…” Whining, you bite your lip to prevent yourself from calling out his name; something you were used to by now.

“What’s wrong, baby? Call my name. Let them know who makes you feel this fuckin’ good. Let them know who’s cock you always crave and who’s cock fills you up better than this toy ever fuckin’ could.”

“Fuck, S--Seungcheol!”

Your orgasm hits you out of left field; thighs clamping shut around his arm as he continues to fuck you with the dildo as you ride out your pleasure. He turns to face the camera yet again, winking at it cockily before he turns back to you. “That’s right, baby. Now I’m gonna eat your ‘lil cunt out and make you cum on my tongue while you let the entire world know who gets you this fuckin’ wet.”

He doesn’t give you a second to come down from your high before he’s nudging your thighs apart and sliding the dildo from inside of you. A shaky breath falls from your lips as he readjusts you on the bed; this time giving the camera a side view as you turn your head to face the camera.

The comments and donations continue to flood in, except now it seems like they’re going twice as fast.

xcaliburDK: kjdkjghsdkhg fuck

sleepy_wonu: well can i say at least hes not an old weirdo lol

sleepy_wonu: ❤️

chwenon: im like, pretty sure ive seen this dude come to the convenience store i work at

chwenon: bruh i met a celebrity and i didnt even know it

xcaliburDK: dont even get me started

Seungcheol pries your shaky legs apart before he eases himself down between them. “I want you to be as loud as fuckin’ possible. Understood?” He smiles at you warmly, but his words have a certain edge to them that has you nodding profusely.

“O--okay…”

He wastes no time; skilled tongue flicking at your swollen clit as you jolt and immediately tangle your hands into his hair. “Oh, god, Seungcheol I’m--I’m, ah, sensitive…” He smirks against your skin, noting the way you already start to grind against his tongue despite your words.

Resting your thighs against his shoulders, it allows him to eat you out easier as he flattens his tongue and drags it from your soaking entrance to your clit; alternating the pressure as you whine and whimper above him.

When he notices you trying to keep your noises in, he pulls away slightly, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue before speaking.

“I thought I told you I wanted to hear you, baby? Don’t get shy on me now.” He smirks, watching as the goosebumps rise on your skin. “In fact, why don’t you tell your lovely viewers how good I make you feel, hmm? Or tell them about the time you made me finger you in the restroom at work ‘cause your ‘lil cunt couldn’t wait.”

xcaliburDK: THE RESTROOM? At woRK?

artist8hao: ah one of the originals huh

gentleman_josh95 has donated $75

gentleman_josh95: for backstory

tangerine_kwan has donated $75

tangerine_kwan: seconded!

You bite your lip when you catch the comments, shy eyes flitting from the screen to Seungcheol who resumes eating you out. Your thighs tremble and threaten to snap shut around his head; body already on the edge of another orgasm. 

“I--S--Seungcheol was at, ah, w-work… and I--I couldn’t wait so--so I made him finger m-me in his work’s restroom…” You whimper, hangs tugging on Seungcheo’s hair harshly when his tongue dips into your entrance. “Fuck, I--I couldn’t stop thinking about, ngh, his--his fingers afterwards e-either… They fit my p-pussy so well…”

A garbled moan floats through the air when Seungcheol’s lips envelope your clit, sucking it into his mouth as your cry out his name.

Your back bows off of the bed, fingertips locked tight into his hair. “Fuck, Seungcheol, please… please…” You grind against him, toes curling against his back when your sensitive body gives into the pleasure and your orgasm washes over you a second time.

Cries of his name are all you can manage when your body goes rigid; head fuzzy when he starts to dip his tongue into your pussy again. He smiles against you, calmly continuing to eat you out as your orgasm continues to wash over you.

kitty_junjun: is it just me or is it nicer to hear her actually calling someones name

artist8hao: honestly i was just thinking that too

artist8hao: its more organic idk  

alphagyu97: ~organic~ ok nerd lol

chwenon has donated $50

therealchan99 has donated $50

When the  overstimulation starts to bite, your soft cries of Seungcheol’s name turn into hurried, jumbled noises and only parts of his name as you squirm and tug on his hair.

“Ah, ‘Cheol it’s, ngh, too--too m-much…!” He drags his tongue against your clit a few more times, relishing in the way you still grind against him. “I c-can’t cum again…” You cry, teeth chattering when he gently laps at your folds and collects your wetness on his tongue.

Seungcheol repeats this a few more times; letting you tug and pull at his hair as he licks you clean.

“Ngh, Seungcheol…”

He finally pulls away, using a hand to pry your fingers from his hair as he smiles at your tired body. “Cute.” Mumbling, he eases your shaky legs from his shoulders before he sits up; lips covered in your wetness as he grins at the camera.

Seungcheol picks out a few comments as he chuckles under his breath; already wondering what work was going to be like on Monday when he had to meet Seokmin. 

universe_WZ: u look like a dude that could fuck someone up 

kitty_junjun: he probably would too

chwenon: come thru the convenience store bro, I'll hook u up 

xcaliburDK: should I quit? be honest

Your tired groans bring his attention back to you; eyes trained on the way your tired eyes threaten to snap shut. 

“Okay, I think I need to go take care of my girlfriend now. It was nice meeting you all, finally.” Seungcheol grins, taking care of your stream before thanking your viewers and ending the stream. 

He turns to you, a genuine and caring smile on his face when your hazy eyes look up at him. 

“Ready for a shower?”

“Ugh, carry me, boyfriend~”

[bellafarella]

I’m really new to this whole fandom. I’ve only started watching shameless in the beginning of 2020 and loved it pretty much got me thru that shitty year. Didn’t really have any one to talk to about it and turned to Twitter and even made a new account just to talk about the show. I was enjoying the shameless fandom but as of recently I realized that most people in this fandom are fucking rude and just very two faced. I’m new to fandoms in general. I’ve always been a quiet watcher and never wanted to annoy people with my opinions lol always felt like no one would listen to me.

Anyways, I really like your non-spoilers. I have anxiety as well and I really really appreciate your posts cause I like to know what I’m getting into. Because like everyone in this fandom (that I’ve noticed) I get my hopes up way too much and just don’t want to be disappointed. On Twitter I just see a lot of shit talking about your posts and I just want to say I know it must suck and you’re really fucking cool for handling it the way you do cause I know i wouldn’t be able to do it. You handle every comment so well and always catching myself laughing at your replies. I’m always rooting for you lol. I’ve also notice that they start shit talking one day and then once the episode is released they’re like magically nice again. Spoilers or not seems like they’re still disappointed tho so why send you hate? I just had enough of the bullshit and I just wanted to reach out to you.I’m pretty sure I’m gonna delete my Twitter account once shameless is all over. I just don’t think I’m cut out to be in any fandom lol . Everyday I really struggle sometimes to hold my toungue with this show’s fandom.😂😂

So yeah thank you for being you. You’re pretty fucking awesome ! Have a great day/week! And can’t wait to read what you have to say!!! 😊😊😊 don’t listen to those rude ass people just keeping doing what you’re doing🤟🏼

ARE YOU MY GUARDIAN ANGEL???????????? WHERE DID YOU COME FROM !!!!!!!!! TELL ME YOUR WAYS!

i’m literally going to cry for real though. this is so fucking nice, like what, come be my friend 🥺🥺🥺

idk why theres so much drama tbh, like its all happening right now and im having major fucking anxiety about it. this person wrote a shitty reply to someone else about “screeners” and how they’re always wrong and their opinions suck, etc, they meant me because days ago we got into a heated discussion and mutually blocked each other. i made a tweet saying i dont post my spoilers for attention like they say, but because people have anxiety and it helps them to know what to expect before watching. like you’ve just proven to me!! i have major anxiety too so i know it helps so i make my posts. i’ve continuously told everyone that if you do not want to see my spoilers then block me. i will not alter how i post for anybody. i make a poll on twitter and if the majority wants them, i post them. i post here cause yall are always in my asks about them so i figure you want them LOL and i tag my shit correctly. avoid me if you don’t want to see it. idk what people don’t understand about this. but some people feel the need to start drama with me, slandering my name like i’ve done this for “attention” when clearly they want attention by bringing me into this bull shit.

this fandom can be really rude, especially on twitter, i don’t blame you for wanting out when the show ends. i feel very similarly LOL

you’re so fucking kind though to message me like this, i feel better so thank you for that. you’re amazing, and i dont know you but i love you 🥺 thank you for saying all this 💕💕

p.s. haters love to hate

[bitchmilsky]

nice view (ray manchester x reader)

a/n: ITS WHAT YOUVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!! (or not) ANYway, here's the ray x reader that i said i would publish tonight and guess what its still tonight. ALSO IMPORTANT NOTE I DIDN'T GIVE THE READER ANY PRONOUNS SO YALL CAN DO YOUR THING AND CRUSH ON RAY

SUMMARY: harmless flirting between friends leads to a whole lot more in this 1141 word mess masterpiece. ray is an ass man. (plus bonus hensper!!) enjoy!

(im on mobile rn, ill add a cut when i get the chance but for now yall have to deal with it)

"Hey Ray, where should I put these books?" I asked my boss, carrying a stack of books higher than my head into Junk 'n Stuff.

"Are you sure that's a safe amount of books to carry at once?" he asked me, (probably) looking up.

"Since when are you the reasonable one?" I shot back.

"... good point. Put 'em in the corner over there," he said, (probably) pointing.

"Over where? I can't see, dude," I told him, starting to lose my balance.

"Uhhh, forward and to the left." I went forward, turned to the left, and- *CRASH* The books fell over, taking me with them.

"OW! What the hell, man?" I yelled.

"Other left," he said, nonchalantly.

"You mean the RIGHT?" I snapped.

"Don't sass me," he replied.

"Whatever. Can you come over here and help me restack these? I can't lift 12 unstacked books," I told him, kneeling to pick up the fallen books.

"I dunno, I kinda like the view I have right here. You should wear those bottoms more, (Y/N)," he said. I stood up and glared at him. "Jeez, if looks could kill."

"Well then, it's a good thing you're indestructible. Can you just help me?" I didn't mind the comment from Ray. We "flirted" back and forth all the time, it was our thing. Besides, I knew that if it truly made me uncomfortable, he would stop as soon as I asked him to. No, what pissed me off was the fact that he wouldn't come and pick up these books. "It'll take like 2 minutes." I crossed my arms and gave him a look that meant business.

"Ughhhhhhhh, fine. You're so BORING," he whined, making his way over to where I was.

"Yeah and you're cute, let's not state the obvious." I pushed a few books into his hands and squatted back down to grab some more.

"Ooooh, the view's even better from here."

"I'm squatting, what about this is better than whatever you had over there?"

"It's closer. Plus, I can do this." Suddenly, I felt strong arms under my own, and I was lifted into the air. "Simba..."

"RAY PUT ME DOWN I SWEAR I'M GONNA-"

"Gonna what? Kick me? You know I'm indestructible," he teased.

"Yeah, but you're still a guy," I said, and kicked him right in the groin. In his pain, he set me down rather quickly before falling over.

"I'm oka- nope gimme a minute," he said, weakly.

"Better luck next time, Sailor." I saluted him and walked back out of the store to bring in some more junk. And stuff.

~~~ 30 minutes later ~~~

"Wait, what did you mean by 'Sailor'?" Ray asked me.

"Well, you're clearly not good enough to be a captain, so you're a sailor. You're Sailor Man," I told him.

"Thanks, I hate it," he retorted. He opened the door for me as I was carrying a big box.

"Thank you, my good sir," I said in a mock accent. I made my way to the back room slowly, trying my best not to trip again."Can you get the elevator for me? Hands are full," I asked Ray.

"I dunno, caaaaaaan I?" he teased.

"I've been out of school for 8 years now and I never want to hear those words again, so shut up," I said.

"Oooh, look at me, I'm (y/n), I'm super pretty and have a great butt and also I went to college," he mocked.

"Yeah okay whatever dude, I'm gonna take this," I said, gesturing with the box, "downstairs." I again started to make my way towards the back while Ray made his way past me and got there before I could. I hoisted the box a little higher so it wouldn't slip, and after traversing the mess that was Junk n' Stuff, reached the back room.

"Hey there. Glad you could make it." I saw Ray leaning on the elevator door, looking at me.

"Hey. Can you hit the button for me?"

"Weeeeell, I suppose I could..." he teased.

"Cool. Do that," I said, almost dropping this box of who knows what.

"I dunno..." he said, his voice a little sultry

"Listen, this box is heavy, and I kinda really need you to just open the elevator. Please?" I beg.

"Oh, you NEED me to, huh?" he asked, his voice getting more seductive.

"Yes, I need you to." Giving up, I set down the box

"Oh yeah? What if I... don't?" he asked. His voice had gone from somewhat flirtatious to straight up sexy, and I wasn't sure if it was him or me.

"Well then... I.. uhhhh..." I didn't have an answer. I just looked at him, and he at me. We stood like that, gazing into each other's eyes for a good minute, slowly inching closer to one another. And as though I'd had the yearning for years, I closed the gap. His lips were soft against mine, and they tasted like strawberries. A tingly feeling washed over me as I deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled away for a second, before crashing his lips back onto mine. We stayed here for what felt like hours, in a timeless trance where the only things that mattered were me and him, but eventually we broke apart.

"That was..."

"Wow," he said.

"Magical..." I was in awe. I never thought I would do that, and I definitely never thought it would be that... wonderful.

"It's a good thing I'm indestructible because I think my heart just stopped."

I stepped forward and pulled him into a hug, putting my chin on his shoulder.

"I guess... I didn't realize how badly I wanted that," I confessed.

"Me neither. Hey, whaddya say we take this downstairs?" he asked.

"W-what?" I broke away from his arms, my face burning bright red.

"T-THE BOX! I MEANT THE BOX!" he yelled, turning pink.

"Oh. Right. Sorry," I said. I leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Let's go." I grabbed the box and he pressed the elevator button. I walked inside.

"Still love that view."

"I know."

Bonus:

"I think that's the last of it," I announced, placing the final box on a table. I walked over to the counter where Ray was.

"Mmm, good job," he said. He leaned over the counter, planting a kiss on my lips. I leaned into it, and then heard the door open.

"Hey, if you two can kiss at work then so can me and Jasper!" Henry yelled. Ray pulled away from me.

"No, that's gross. Kissing's gross," he said, like the child he is. Henry gave him a look. Ray looked from Henry to Jasper to me back to Henry.

"Please?" Henry asked. Ray sighed.

"FINE, fine. You two have your fun." Henry and Jasper headed towards the elevator. "BUT NOT TOO MUCH FUN!"

[smellycinnamonthundahfudge]

Just Breathe, Peter

oohhh myyy im late im late i am so effing late hahahha. technically it’s still spideychelle month week 2 day 1 here in mah place but it’s nightime already so pheewww i am so effing late to the game hahaha.

ya ready for some angst/hurt/comfort, babes? this is directly after the ffh post credits scene, and i like to think the prequel to Safehouse which was my first entry for spideychelle month hihihi (even tho i actually wrote this one first haha)

hope you enjoy mj being such a calm collected rock in the midst of the eventual chaos that would ensue from the identity reveal, folks. 

hurrah for spideychelle comfort being the oasis in the dry desert of angst hahaha

The moment Peter’s secret identity was revealed to the world, the minds of every single person who knew beforehand started going into overdrive, no one more so than Peter. His first thoughts immediately landed on the safety of the people he cared about: Aunt May, MJ, Ned, and Happy. He’s taken down quite a few criminals who would be more than happy to threaten the lives of the ones he cares about just so the thorn on their sides would be gotten rid of.

Peter immediately does a rundown of the whereabouts of every single person he cared about, and MJ was right down below him just a few feet away. MJ was still staring at the screen when Peter jumps down from the post he was hanging onto and just grabs her with no warning, in case anyone got any ideas of trying to attack her.

“Whoa, Peter, what are you doing?”

“I’ve gotta get you somewhere safe, MJ, there’s too many eyes around here and people know you’re close to Spider-man now.”

“Wait, Peter!”

Peter consequently proceeded to web-swing away to the nearest safe place that he could; a well hidden alley that no one was currently occupying at the moment. One and two thwips away from the square, and Peter and MJ were gone.

They land at the alley, and Peter gives himself some space from MJ to make sure she’s okay.

“MJ, are you okay? I am so sorry I webs-winged you without your permission.”

Peter runs his eyes all over MJ and then to the alley’s openings to check if they were followed.

“I just couldn’t risk anyone trying to attack you and-”

Peter was still checking all the exits when MJ shakes him to get him to face her.

“Peter, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

The last bit of agency Peter had left had just been taken away from him by a villain they thought was out of their lives forever and he still manages to think of the people he cares about first. The kindness that radiates from this boy is one of a kind. MJ only wished she could offer the same comfort for him right now. She’ll just have to try her best, she guesses, it’s what Peter deserved.

“I should be asking how you’re doing. Are you okay?”

After Peter’s made sure MJ was safe, he still had to make sure the others were as well. And like a ball, it’s when everything suddenly drops, and the consequences of what just happened finally dawns on him.

“I- I- I can’t-” Peter says, prying himself away from MJ.

Peter suddenly finds himself breathless, his legs are all wonky, and he has to hold himself by his knees just so he can remain upright.

“Oh my God, Peter!”

MJ rushes to Peter’s side, holding him up by his arms, but he resists and steps away.

“I- I have to make sure Aunt May’s safe, MJ,” Peter is barely able to say.

Peter didn’t even know where May was yet and even though some rational part of his mind is saying that it’s unlikely anyone could have gotten to her this quick, the shock of it all just made it too hard to focus on anything other than the fact that he doesn’t know where his loved ones are right now, and he doesn’t know if they’re okay.

“Peter, you can’t save May in the condition you’re in right now. You could do more harm than good.”

MJ didn’t want to say it, but she had to tell Peter the harsh truth. And it worked; MJ’s blunt words stopped Peter in his tracks. MJ knew Peter’s heart was in the right place, it’s just his mind that wasn’t.

“I just- I can’t I can’t lose anyone again because of me.”

Peter turns around and MJ sees tears have started to form in his eyes.

“I thought- I thought Beck was gone, MJ. I thought-”

And Peter loses it. He drops down on his knees and the tears start flowing faster. He’s finding it even harder to breathe. MJ gets down on the ground right in front of him and just hugs him as tight as she can.

MJ knows it isn’t much but if she can provide a sense of comfort in the chaos that is his life now, shield him from the unbearable weight of his problems for even just a few minutes, MJ’s gonna fucking do it.

“I thought he was gone, MJ,” Peter mumbles onto her shoulder as he continues to cry.

“He did this just to hurt me.”

Peter doesn’t say it to MJ, maybe because he’s too busy trying to breathe and keep himself from falling apart, but Peter hated himself right now. He should have known better than to think he’d actually genuinely get a true win for once in his life.

“I- I don’t know what’s going to happen to my life now, MJ. He- he ruined it. I don’t think I can-”

Peter isn’t able to finish his sentence. He doesn’t think he can be with his family anymore, because it might be too dangerous for them. He doesn’t think he can lose any more of the people he loves. He just doesn’t think he can do… anything, anything to help himself right now. Beck stole from Peter the only thing he had left, the one thing he had that let him have some semblance of a normal life. So much was going thru his mind that he found himself unable to stop crying even just for a minute to explain why he was reacting the way he is.

As MJ hugs Peter, she’s finding herself in a state she only seems to find herself in when she’s with him, she’s out of words. She is in no way prepared to handle any of this. Peter losing his secret identity was like a bombshell that had dropped in on their Saturday morning date. But MJ knows, there was no point in having both of them freak out right now, so she summoned all the courage she had into trying to stay steady, calm, and collected. Peter had already lost so much, and now he lost his identity too. She had to be a rock; she had to be Peter’s rock.

“Peter,” MJ finally manages to say as she burrows her head onto his shoulder and caresses his back, his nape, and runs her hand thru his hair.

“I know you have a lot going through your mind right now. I’m still trying to process it all myself.”

MJ pulls away from the hug but only just so Peter can hear her words properly. She looks him in the eyes and says

“But right now, it’s just us, okay? Beck isn’t here, all the criminals of New York aren’t here; it’s just you and me in this alley right now.

“Peter and MJ and no one else,” says MJ as she goes back to hug him tight as she can once again.

“Just breathe, Peter.”

“Your world has just been shook to its core. You get to take a moment to process what just happened and grieve before you start dealing with it all.”

Little by little, the raggedness of Peter’s breathing starts to slow down. He’s still trembling but as he breathes in and out, in and out, it starts to get steadier. Peter nods and does exactly what MJ says. He closes his eyes and just focuses on getting his breathing back to normal.

MJ is still caressing him, and before he knows it, Peter’s beginning to get this feeling of warmth and comfort wash over him as more and more time passes in their tight embrace.

And Peter asks, desperate for reassurance, voice shaky from fear, mouth muffled by MJ’s shoulder, puffy red eyes still closed and his fisted hands currently covering the rest of his face.

“Just you and me?”

Their lives had just been changed forever. But none of that mattered in the moment. Right now, the rest of the world didn’t exist, and it was just Peter and MJ.

MJ replies with a smile as she wipes away the few tears that managed to escape.

“Yeah, Peter, just you and me.”

They weren’t even talking anymore, and they were still on the ground of some random New York alley but MJ wouldn’t dare move away from the hug. She would be more than happy to wait as long as it took for Peter to get a grip on himself, feel better, and get back to the optimistic, kind, and intelligent boy she fell in love with.

MJ suddenly feels Peter moving away from the hug, his breath isn’t as ragged anymore, and his voice is no longer shaky, but you can feel the sense that Peter is just so tired and worn out now.

Peter looks MJ in the eyes, his own still red and puffy and says “Thanks, MJ” with a sad smile.

MJ merely wipes off some of the tears left on Peter’s face and says “Anytime, Peter”

Peter stands up and so does MJ.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” asks MJ caressing Peter’s hand.

“I am now,” Peter looks MJ in the face, “really.”

“Okay, so what are we going to do, Peter?”

“I need to get to Aunt May.”

“Then let’s go already” says MJ already hanging onto Peter’s shoulders.

Just a few moments ago, MJ told him she was never going to web-swing again, but here she was now ready to propel herself across rooftops with him just to help him.

“Okay, let’s go,” Peter says with a smile, before putting his mask back on, holding onto MJ tight, and shooting a web onto the nearest roof as he and MJ propel up to the air and Peter thanks his lucky stars that he’s with MJ.

He truly doesn’t know what he would’ve done without her. Yeah, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t just “really like” MJ, he loves her and he’ll do anything to make sure that she and the other people he loves are safe, no matter what.

~ end ~

yaaayyyy only one more promised prompt left, folks hahaha. i actually do have other plans but i didn’t promise/mention those ones yet hahaha

i still have to write the follow up for safehouse hahaha but it’s fine. i’m hopeful i can keep up

i hope yalls liked this one. cus i really do as well :’) <3

shoutout to @tare8chan for being my first beta ever, and for being the beta for this one. i am always very thankful for ur notes n comments n suggestions n support, and i just appreciate you a lot so much thanks :’)

SPIDEYCHELLE WEEK 2 DAY 1 IS DONE AND I CANT BELIEVE I MADE IT PAST ONE WEEK WOOT WOOT. LET’S KEEP THIS SPIDEYCHELLE TRAIN GOING PEOPLE

[ts-2020-olympics]

EPISODE 1 - “My Legs Were Not Qwoperating” - Kathy (Part 2)

no. jk here.

So, it’s morning. I look around at our camp, and see everyone is at work. Karen is painting their flag and using safety scissors to cut out Monty’s head, Kevin is chanting to himself in the corner, Stoner’s been asleep so we buried him in the sand up to his neck and then sculpted a sand castle around him. Tommy is just trying to make eye contact with anyone he can and so I’m...avoiding that. I’d say we are solid but that’s probably not the truth, and so that kind of stinks. I’m hoping the newbies really fuck up, and I know that’s harsh but...that’s showbiz, babe!! Speaking of newbies I still haven’t talked to a few of them.  Emma like zoomed away the first day and I’ve given up on talking to her. Hope she goes first. That’s all I got for now, going to eat breakfast I will continue this rant later.

my truth is that i haven’t played an org game in so long i forgot i was playing and then remembered an hour ago and tried to do this wack qwop game hsksksj! my legs were not qwoperating 

I see there's an arena going on! I might go there first if the rest of the team is okay with it - gives me a chance to scope things out and get a feel for the area. I'm excited!

WE WON THE FUCKING CHALLEEEENGE AAAAA NOT ONLY DID WE WIN BUT WE KILLT IT WE SCORED 12 AND EVERYONE ELSE GOT LIKE 8 AND 5 OHMYGOOOD IM NOT GONNA BE FIRST OUT YALL IM SHAKING I CANT BELIEVE GSJDKDVDSNDBWSKHSD okAy okay so thank god bc my tribe has like no drama so our vote would’ve been really difficult and that gives me more time to think about my possible advantage and the possible bonds here. 

so while I am safe I still have to game a little bit and talk to the people I’ve been talking with who are going to tribal like Sammy and Jordan, funny enough who are on the same tribe.... maybe I can get them to protect each other..... hm

Well we lost because of technicalities, I choose to blame that. This tribe is apparently extremely quiet to each other, so the fact that I messaged everyone hello this morning, nearly 48 hours after the start, I am SOMEHOW one of the best social players here. Challenges are generally my strength, we got last in QWOP, so backup is social game in a social ORG. I can be in some danger here, but I think I have a TRusuT sclusTER to keep myself here. As is necessary. I don't care who goes, I have a preference, but I don't really want to set a goal right now. Flexibility is key.

I'm literally PISSED. I'm fuming right now, like wtf? OK so I haven't confessed anything yet because my tribe has been SO quiet. I've honestly talked a lot more to some of the people from ONE WORLD than I have from some of the people from my own tribe... and I'm not crazy okay? It's NOT my fault. I put in effort with these people... But some of these people are just DRY! Drier than the Sahara Desert! Drier than my chappy ass lips! They can't hold a conversation, and that's obnoxious. I'm not going to respond to you if your message has literally nothing in it worth responding to, that's why most of my messages will either have a follow-up question, or something actually of substance to comment on/reply to... YOU SHOULD DO THE SAME SO WE CAN ACTUALLY SPEAK AND MAINTAIN A CONSISTENT DIALOGUE!!!!!!! But NOOOOOOO, my tribe decides to not speak... MOVING ON! The only people I've had good conversations with really are Juls and Em, and lo and behold, Em does lit rally nothing in this challenge, which sucks because I'm afraid that may put a target on her back. But I'm not sure, I definitely will vote with her and I think Juls will too. I'll move onto that later but I wanna talk about why I'm fucking LIVID RIGHT NOW. I literally made SO many suggestions on how we could tweak who does what in this challenge, or what we do on certain parts. Now I'm going to admit a TINY bit of fault here, in that I didn't say my suggestions on the tribe flag. There are some things I think we could've done to make it better, but I love Juls, and everyone had already told her it was great, so I didn't wanna make her feel that I didn't like it or was over criticizing. So I didn't say anything. That was my bad. BUT EVERYTHING ELSE, LUV? I said We should guess lower than 610... Now granted my even 600 guess still would've been too low to win, BUT AT LEAST IT WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN OVERBOARD! HMPPHH!!!!! Or maybe we could've compromised on 605 if people hadnt IGNORED ME!!!! IDK!??!?!?! Further than that, I asked for different tweaking on the chant and nobody gave any suggestions. I'm not saying we would've won or anything had I taken the lead or that I was doing everything the right way,  obviously I wasn't since my chant got 3rd, but what I'm saying is once it became obvious the challenge was going to be about group participation and suggestion, our tribe needed to unify. Everyone in the tribe needed to have a clearer vision and talk to eachother and actually put in the EFFORT that this stuff requires. Which I'm admitting my own error, in not doing that with the flag. But our tribe was just so quiet and silent before now, which sent me down a paranoid spiral, that I was super fucking worried about my place in the tribe or where things were heading. Now I realize I'm in a good position on the tribe for sure, it's just that our tribe is STRUGGLING. ON THE (Mr.) BRIGHTSIDE!!! We lost by a tiebreaker guess, and only by 4 points.... and I'm pretty close with Juls, and it seems like a target will probably fall pretty easily onto Billy. He had the worst QWOP score, described himself as arrogant in his own intro, and just seems.. critical of others. He gives off a strange vibe. If it's not him, I'm pretty sure it'd end up being Jacob or Em. I feel that me and Juls are safe which is all that I can hope for on a tribe this freaking tiny, I instantly connected with Juls over our love of anime, the fact her name is the same as Euphoria Jules, and other stuff. As far as One World goes, I honestly keep forgetting it exists. I haven't reached out to too many of the others but have talked back to those who talk to me and it's been generally decent. I get along well with other Jacob, the not pie one. Caeleb I already know from before this and so I feel like we'd def work together, and I get good vibes from a lot of these people like Eve, Nicole, Ben, etc. Honestly I'm just so frustrated right now because things have been quiet and nervous and I'm PARANOID, and my tribe was so close to winning but fucked it up over minor things we could've tweaked had we just tried a little harder and communicated a little more. ugh, this SUCKS. now my first legacy in Tumblr Survivor is a mediocre chant (i honestly really like it and i put a LOT OF THOUGHT INTO IT OKAY....) and a trip to tribal council *Sobs* Here's hoping things take a positive turn from here...? It could always be the Bronze before my Gold! ~Hamfisted olympics metaphor~

Love my tribe a lot! However, i still feel on the outside somewhat tho.... Idk this is a lot for me I just hope we win until a swap or whatever its called ahh

Alright, Darcy back here with yet another confessional!   Here is a little update since I last posted confessional, mainly the biggest difference is now I have an ally formed with Ben.   At least, I made a deal with Ben yesterday proposing just the generic looking after one another ordeal, then going to give it some time and maybe question Beck about forming an alliance, since I've been connecting with her even more past bit, but don't want to go too fast and end up asking half my tribe right away to work with me, as I don't want to be seen as playing hard out the gate and make myself a target.   Meanwhile, I decided to give the Olympic Village searching a shot, but alas was no luck in the cafeteria cabinets, so will just have to try my luck again in the future rounds.   Thinking of searching either the South or North end of Village next round, but we shall see.   Anyways, I'm glad my tribe won Immunity, so don't have to go to tribal this round, and this Olympic Arena twist sounds great, essentially one person from each tribe goes to the Arena, I believe for the immune tribes just 1 person is selected to go to the Arena, and for the losing tribes, the two voted out go to arena, where the winner of the voted out people come back in the game, and loser is out of the game for good.   Think I read that all right, but maybe won't hurt to give it another read to double check.   For now though, I shall go, so will see you all with my next confessional.

Fuck having to go to tribal first. I don’t like having to send someone home when I don’t even really know who I’m playing with yet. 

Seems like Billy pulling the "I don't want to make any moves" to me was surprisingly bullshit. Who would've thunk. I think everyone is fine with voting out Billy here, I didn't really want to initially, but yeah, uh no. I could be in danger, but if everyone is honest here, I should be fine. Fingers crossed. "I'm either going to be first boot or win" - Pia Miranda

So, the first tribal is in a bit and we were almost sent there but managed to pull through in the tiebreaker! I hope that opens some of my tribemates eyes (lets be real, just Stoner who hasn’t been doing much of anything!) Being in One World but none of the newbies talking to me is still wild to me, half of them still haven’t even accepted my contact request. Yet they’re plenty active in the chat, so what gives? Anyway, I hope it’s just that they are intimidated by the very fact that I am beauty, and grace, and Miss United States. I hope we can win the next round, hopefully first or second place so we don’t have a close call again. We are trying to get Chris to go to the Arena so he can get us that 20% but he hasn’t answered so...what gives? On the alliance front I’m good with Kevin and Karen tribewise , the bigger picture is Kevin, Jacob and Sammy want to align and then we will have a bigger alliance that includes Beck, Juls and Eve. Eventually I might wanna break off and align with Jules and Eve, but having bigger targets around is essential. Anyway that’s all I got for now. I should start making video confessionals AS THINGS ARE HAPPENING. Ya know? Anyway toodles for now see ya next round. OH, and I’m hoping Jules and Jacob are safe this tribal :( love them and hope we can work together going forward. 

Hiiii, arena results are about to come in so I'm just gonna drop a quickie confessional before that happens. I don't honestly remember how much I talked about the strategy and gameplay that was going on, so I'll give you a quick rebriefing of that. I'm really close with Juls. Em I like, but I want more out of her. Jacob is quiet, but inoffensive. Billy, I actually like him, but there are certain things about him that just.. Rub me (and others) a strange way and that's why we voted him out because certain things he did just didn't quite gel with the rest of the team. If he does return from the arena though, it's possibly I may vouch for him over Jacob because Jacob... HE JUST NEEDS TO TALK!!! But idk. One world still SUCKS and is dragging me through the MUD because nobody wants to do cross-tribe talking me included but that gets me paranoid as FUCK, luv. About the live tribal, it was fun! My camera angle was awkward and I was soo nervous though, but I think I was still able to hold it together relatively well, act normal, and give semi-decent answers. Will definitely be improving my live tribal performance for next time so I can be a bad ass bitch on call, it's GOING to happen... dskfdsf. I love Emma on call/video sooooo much, But on text she's kind of dry. Maybe I need to ask her if I can call her sometime, but I haven't done a call for a game like this in a looong time. I'm a bit nervous about that. But yeah. I'm looking forward to the game... The first tribal just makes everything real, and you realize, oh shit, we're playing Survivor. And I forgot how thrilling it was to play in a live, video environment like that, it just grips you and it feels so much more intense than when wiki results are just posted in chat and you don't have to deal with physically seeing the person you're voting out, talking to them with your actual voice, etc. All that stuff just makes the experience that much more realistic and it's so intense and fun. I'm ready to get this game on (Btw fuck the arena twist)

hey guys im really loving this game so far... keep up the good work!

i didn’t appreciate the attitude billy gave me whenever i tried to help the team out but! i’m willing to get over it because he is a nice guy. i feel fairly comfortable with my team and i’m just hoping we can avoid another tribal! 

Hello! I can not believe I'm back for a 6th time on Tumblr Survivor this is so crazy! Especially for an Olympic season because I vowed to myself that I would never do a season again that was more than 20 people after being in Japan. Now that I'm back I'm ready to play, I haven't really came into this season with a strategy but if I did it would have changed because this is a One World season and now with the arena twist I'm sweating. One World makes the season super social (probably one of my least favorite twists) it's very easy for this season to let pre-mades and majorities take over just like that and let underdogs like me in this season to get taken out especially taken out early. So I have been social not only with me but a few people on different tribes but not too much. I don't want to seem like I'm playing too hard but I wanna build relationships before swaps happen so that people choose to ally with me (A WINNER) over a newbie or a returnee who hasn't won because I already have a big target on my back. With how the tribe divisions are it gives the newbies the biggest advantage with 15 newbies compared to 5 winners and 5 non-winner returnees, which isn't bad in a Fan vs. Favorite season because the ratio is even with returnees and newbies. However, now that I'm in the minority and also labeled a WINNER, I have to do damage control to lower my target but most importantly integrate with other people which is hard because I'm not the best social player and I know that's my weakness but I still have to attempt. In terms of my own tribe I'm closest to Kevin, when I talk to him we have a good conversation I probably already irritate him but I think out of everyone I can put my trust in him the most compared to everyone else. I think having one good ally is how I want to approach this season due to the arena twist I don't want to come across as running the tribe especially the winners tribe incase we do go to tribal because if I vote in the majority and that person stays they are immune and will be mad and spill the beans about the tribe, and I want that person to be the least mad at me so the focus is not on me. So having overall good vibes and 1 strong connection is a good strategy for the long term game. It might put me at risk for being voted out in the short term but I want to play the long-term game. Preferably if it is up to me I'd want Nicole to be the next closest to Kevin and myself without myself having to make an official deal with Nicole so I'm not seen as the ringleader. Kevin says he wants Stoner to be the first one voted out on our tribe but honestly I rather it be Karen. Stoner has the reputation keeps his target bigger than the rest and I think Karen has the better chance of flipping on the winners and succeeding than Stoner does. So my target is Karen if we do lose. I also believe that there may be an alliance with Nicole, Kevin, and Karen which I hope is not an actual alliance because that's bad news for me. I hope we don't go to tribal because I don't wanna go to a tribal with only 5 people. Wish me luck!

Whew it has been one round and i've fucked up so much its not even funny. its a little funny. anyways i start this game on a tribe of 5, i allign with connor who ive never played a game with and find some similar common ground, and with jacob who seems chill. we lose the first challenge sucks and all hell breaks loose, long story short fuck sammy. I'm trying to work my way back in caeleb and jacobs good graces. its gonna be a rocky road, but its one i've driven before

[nctloveclub]

unexpected

→ pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader

→ prompt: (not so much) enemies-to-lovers!au

→ genre: fluff

→ words: 2k

→ a/n: oof sorry for not posting !!! also this isn’t proofread lmfao but i hope it isn’t too bad !!! also my first bulletpoint imagine and lowercase intended

so you and yuta haven’t always been so distant like ,,, you guys were like friends when you were younger

but then like you know shit happens ,, people grow apart. yuta was more outgoing and started playing sports

he was an amazing soccer player and so he got his new friends , and you felt like you got put on the sidelines ??? like “??? some type of friend you are”

so then you and yuta didn’t talk much after and you were disappointed but you slowly got over it

and now at this point he was just a face you would see

he also got his own little fanclub that would follow him around yeet

but then he started acting like an ass ??? like he got more cocky and arrogant so you just rolled your eyes whenever you heard and or saw him

but while yuta got into sports, you leaned more towards photography and journalism you know, like more fine arts

so you joined yearbook, though you were interested in newspaper, you wanted to mostly take pictures tbh

so now you’re here, a fucking senior and you’re ecstatic!!! because like it’s your last year !!!!

you joined yearbook freshman year and now that you’re a senior, you wanted your last yearbook to be the best yearbook

so you always had your camera on you and you hung out with winwin and mark. you would call them your best friends oof sorry yuta

the three of you had a couple classes together, but you had the same lunch and that was more important

you always sat together and always talked shit about other people about life and how you wanted to die from stress

you used lunch to take pictures as well, capturing everyone just talking and just taking candids

but senior-editor doyoung, he assigned you to take more pictures of sports and the teams

and you like were like ,,,, wh a t

“stop being so dramatic y/n, just take pictures of the teams. you know this involves you actually going to their games.”

and like you never wanted to punch something so much

but you just gave him a nod, it’s your last year and you should just take the damn pictures

so you told winwin and mark about what happened and wow they fucking teased you

“now you’re forced to go games. good fucking luck y/n/n”

“what do you mean ‘good luck’ im dragging your asses with me.”

“WHA T.”

“IF I’M GOING DOWN, YOU’RE ALL GOING DOWN WITH ME”

so now here the three of you were, at a soccer game and you never wanted to die more

so while you sat on the bleachers and talked with mark and winwin, yuta scanned the cheering crowd

and his eyes fell on you and his eyes widened because like ?? what are you doing here ?? you don’t like sports ??

he had a small feeling hope that you were here to see him but he won’t admit it

then he walked over to you with a smirk on his face and you looked at him with an annoyed look

“hey baby girl, you here to see me?”

you just stared at him like ‘um ,,, what ??? you wish nakamoto. i’m just here for yearbook business’

and then yutas like ‘sure you are princess’ and he winks at you and you just groan in annoyance like wOW that was horrible

mark and winwin tease you about your short interaction and you’re just like “shut the hell up before i smack the shit out of you”

you then stopped talking when you heard a whistle blow i don’t know how sports work and you then you saw people playing

so you grabbed your camera and started taking pictures of the players in action

honestly you were somewhat interested in the game but you just kept taking your pictures

after what felt like forever !! the game ended and your school had won and the whole soccer team ran towards yuta and they held him

so you snapped a picture of the action and you looked over it and you thought it looked nice

you even included yuta’s healing smile and honestly you were proud about how well it and the other pictures turned out

so next school day you show doyoung the pictures and hes like “!!! nice !!! these look really good y/n!!”

you beam like “fuck yeah im a great photographer” and then doyoung tells you something and your bubble just bursts

he tells you that he wants to have a little section to star player nakamoto, which includes an interview

now guess who’s interviewing yuta !!!! you lmfao and but you don’t argue because doyoung can be one scary motherfucker so it’s best not to speak ya know

so now you’re back at another soccer game and only mark is with you this time because winwin had to study

once again Yuta notices you at the game and he feels a bit happy

so he walks over to you and mark and he gives you his signature smile and you just roll your eyes

“hey princess, you’re here again! if i didn’t know any better i’d say you’re my good luck charm.”

does that make sense lmfao i can’t flirt

and you just like ,,, feel your cheeks heat up a bit and Yuta thinks you’re still as cute as you were as a kid

“funny Nakamoto.  i’m here to get an interview with you” and Yuta smiles

“that’s cool. just meet me after the game ends and we can grab something to eat”

you nod then yuta walks away and mark just looks at you. “I thought you didn’t like yuta???”

and you’re like “I don’t like him ??? He’s annoying” and mark just scoffs because like “It didn’t seem like it with all that flirting”

“WE WERE NOT FLIRTING !!!!”

“yeah sure.”

The game ends and mark gives you a wink before ditching you and you’re just like “dickhead. we were NOT flirting”

You see yuta in his uniform and he looks gorgeous

he sees you and waves you over and you walk towards him

“i’m ready for interview. let’s go somewhere to eat”

the two of you go to a little restaurant, like those family owned ones support small businesses!!!

the two of you order some food and yuta is just giving you a smile and you’re like

what ?? why are smiling ???

and he just shrugs and you roll your eyes, getting your interview questions ready

you ask basic questions like, what got you into soccer? what are your responsibilities as a leader? and some other personal questions

soon after, the two of you are no longer just doing the interview, as you got what you needed a while ago

so the two of you just eat and talk about what had been going on in your lives. honestly you start to warm up to yuta again and you’re just like

“why haven’t i talked to you before??? you’re still the yuta i know??? why are you so cute ???”

so it gets late and yuta walks you home and before he leaves he gives you a wink and his healing smile and you’re just like “what is this feeling ,,, in  my chest”

next day you give doyoung your interview and he doesn’t scold you and compliments you and you’re just like fuck yeah i’m the best

you continue on with your life and you and Yuta become more than acquaintances

you actually greet and smile at each other in the hallways and shit

TIME JUMP TO PROM SEASON lmfao

so you, mark, and winwin decide to go as a group

you and yuta had become friends again and it’s cliché but you developed feelings for him

but you know , we’re all filled with self depreciation and you’re like ???? he’s not gonna like me ???? we’re already great friends I don’t wanna ruin this

but you highkey lowkey wished yuta pulled a promposal and asked you

so it’s prom night and you honestly look hot as hell

you’re wearing the perfect dress that brings out your figure and you’re the fucking biggest hit

you do your hair and makeup to your liking and you’re like “why don’t i have a s/o already ????”

You, winwin and mark meet up and they were so shocked ?

mark: “wow y/n, you actually look decent for once!”

winwin: “she’s trying to impress a certain someone!!”

you scold and glare at them then yall head out to your prom

you enter the venue and wow it’s beautiful

everything is so nice and it’s decorated so well

you see a bunch of people already and there’s music playing

you look around and you spot Yuta with his friends; he sees you and makes his way towards you

mark and winwin just wink at you and walk off

yuta looks handsome as hell in a fucking tux and you just look at him with such adoration

like wow i really love this boy

wait love

yuta grins and he’s like “y/n !!!! you look amazing !!!”

you: “you don’t look too bad yourself”

yuta laughs at your comment and you smile bc he has the cutest laugh god

yuta brings out his hand and asks you to dance and you accept it

the two of you dance and mark and winwin are watching from the distance

then a slow song comes on and you and yuta just look at each other

yuta puts his hands on your waist and you bring your arms around his neck and you lean your head on his shoulder and the two of you slow dance

mark and winwin start fucking freaking out like

i !!! knew !! it !!! my ship will sail !!!

yuta suddenly speaks up

“you really do look beautiful tonight y/n”

you blush at his words and you smile

“thank you. you look handsome yuta”

yuta smiles at your words and he just looks at you with adoration

and unbeknownst to you, yuta had actually liked you as well and he really wanted to ask you to prom but you know he didn’t know if you liked him back !!!!

he found out you were gonna go as a group with mark and winwin and he just pushed the idea aside

so now he’s dancing here with you and his heart is beating fast and he’s gonna confess !!!!

“you know y/n, i miss us. I missed being friends with you.”

you look up at him and he’s looking at you. you’re quiet, letting him continue

“then i saw you at my game and wow you still looked as beautiful as ever. You were there for yearbook but i was happy you there period. We got close and became friends again. But i realized I wanted more. I don’t wanna be just friends with you. I like, hell maybe even love, you so much.”

and you’re like so close to crying because wow ,,, yuta liked,, shit fucking loved you back and you just give him the widest grin

“i love you too.” you reply and Yuta is fucking ecstatic

he takes one of his hands and cups your cheek and brings his lips to yours

mark and winwin are legit just freaking out !!! but like mark has to pay winwin bc the winwin betted that you and yuta would end up together

you and yuta pull away and your cheeks are all red from blushing and yuta is grinning

yuta: “so y/n would you be my girlfriend?”

you: “of course you dork.”

yuta smiles and kisses your lips and the two of you continue to dance

and you bet that night yuta got a stern talking to from mark and winwin, something along the lines of

“i don’t give a DAMN if you’re an athlete, if you hurt y/n, i’m hunting your ass down and beating the shit out of you!”

needless to say, the four of you have a memorable night and it was the blossom of a fun and loving relationship

i hope this wasn’t bad lmfao feedback is appreciated

[imapersonwhohasnothingbettertodo]

So yall obviously like the bakugi x reader thing....

I GUESS IM DOING PIKACHU NEXT!

kaminari x reader (also in this world, krisima and bakugo are together :3)

You stood outside of class 1-A as you waited for mr. Aziwa to call you in. You were propubly more excited then you ever were in the history of life. Every single possible situation was zooming through your mind.

"and now we have a new student or whatever. Dont immediately embaress me." You zoomed into the class instantly. You eyes widened at the sight of so many people. You smiled. In a really peppy voice, you say, "Hi! Im (y/n)! Im happy to meet u all, only thing is if you do not ship klance, i recommend you sleep with one eye open. Also perverts deserve to die, and the dominant sex is obviously females."

You sat down in the only empty seat, which was next to a certain blonde haired boy, and put your legs up on the desk. "you may continue with the boring lectures"

The rest of the class was uneventful, except for the constant pasturing of blonde haired boy sitting next to you. You completely ignored him until he mentioned what his quirk was. "so your basically pikachu?" you asked. "you like Pokemon TOO!" and the reat of the time was spent debateing over which type of Pokemon was the best, you found out his name was kaminari. In lunch you decided to sit with mina, you two were best friends since dipers, and you really didnt want to sit alone or with kaminari on your first day. You wanted to make it look like you already had friends. To you, freindship was like a game of chess. Make the right moves. "why are you sitting with these idiots?" you asked. Mina couldnt even reply before a certain ash blonde turned around abrupty. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN IDIOT, YOU FUCKING EXTRA?"

"thanks for the compliment! Did u mean extra smart or extra fabulous?" at that last comment you wipped your hair, hands on your hips, in the most dramaric pose of your life. Everyone burst out laughing, except the porcupine. He was getting angrier by the minute. "Calm down bakugo" you suddenly saw a hand apper through his hair, and he was pushed down. The person who aparently calmed down the wild 'bakugo' had spiky red hair. bakugo placed his head on the red head sholder, and suddenly you smiled. "these people are GAY! Now i see why you hang out with them! NOW INTRODUCE ME TO THE OTHERS." you screamed, perhaps a bit too loud, but you didnt care. You already made FRIENDS! CHECKMATE BISH! then you suddenly noticed kaminari. "HI KAMINARI!" you screamed, once again a little too loud, but you didnt care much. He turned around suddenly to see a (h/c) girl waving to him like a mad man... Woman. "oh hi (y/n)" he replied, still a little startled by your sudden swing in emotion. The guy with red hair suddenly elbowed kaminari. "how come you didnt tell me you knew her? Its not manly." he then turned to you and said "hi im krishima!" "im (y/n) and its fine, i was talking to him in class, i dont know how you stand him thou, he thinks electric type is better then dragon type. Personaly. I hate him. " the tone of your voice changed to more like a laid back yet firey like remark, while leaning back in your seat, only to leave everyone confused by your behavior. Bakugo was the first to speak up "what the actual fuck?" he said, head still kirishimas shoulder. Mina however, was not fased in anyway. She was used to this. "she does that a lot" she said, taking a sip of her water. "I DO!" you screamed again, not so loud this time. "now i know your all confused, u get used to it. Anywhozzles, back to topic at hand. " you statrted pointing at people and stating the nicknames you gave each one. "pikachu, tomato and firecraker. Did i do it?" you asked with the energy of a 4 year old. "yes (y/n)" mina said almost laughing. This is gonna be fun.

You spent the next few months hanging out with all of them, but you and kaminari became closer friends then you and mina. In fact you kinda started to devolp a crush on him. The only one who knew was mina.

"dont worry i wont tell him"

"NO! i need you to work your detective skills and figure out if he likes me or not. Im pretty sure he does but i need confermation."

"man you are original arent you?"

"as original as a chocobo with pink and green feathers."

3 day later, you were walking to the female changing room and felt 2 arms wrapping around you. "EEEEK MY OTP IS CANNON!" mina screamed. You suddenly turned around, death staring mina. "shut the fuck up. People can hear you, and i have knifes."

"Who cares?! Anyway, guess who i was just talking to?"

"you were talking to kaminari right?"

"YES and"

"he likes me doesnt he?"

"ABSOLUTELY!"

"I had a feeling, anyway now i have to plan how im gonna tell him."

"YOU SHOULD TELL HIM TODAY!"

Right then every single head in the changing room spun toward you, and before you knew it, you were surrounded by girls poking at you to try and figure out who liked who. You anger peeked to a level it never reached before, and you glared toward mina, hoping she would get the message. "GUYS STOP IT! ILL TELL YOU WHO SHE LIKES BUT YOU GUYS HAVE TO BACK UP" mina screamed, as all the girl stopped in there tracks. Did she just promise to reveal my secret, to eveyone?... Everyone. In this entire. Room?!?! Oh she was dead. Uraraka popped out of the crowd. "so who does (y/n) like?" she asked. "kaminari, now leave her alone." Suddenlythe entire room turned into a burst of squeals that almost left you blind. You ran out if the room, extremly lucky that u already changed into you costume.

(guessing it would loom kinda like this)

Once you were out side, you still heard the squeals coming fomr the inside, but at least it was a bit better. "whats going on over there" you turned around to see kaminari standing there in his costume. A light blush fluahed across your cheeks. "i have no idea, probubly a lot of ear bleeding." you replied, turninh around to stare at the changing room. "i mean, it may have something to do with mina. She was wispering something to them and suddenlh they started giggling, and it only got worse from there" you both laughed at thay comment. "what do you think it was about?" he asked. "well, i think she ships us. I mean, i do to, but she didnt evn make a fandom! Thats like stoping halfwa-" "wait what?"

"what do u mean?"

"you like me?"

YES! you mentally high fived yourself for finding a way to get him to say it first. Ok now play it safe (y/n). Calm down.

"yeah"

Suddenly you noticed the squeals stopped at has were surrounde by groups of girls chanting "KISS KISS KISS KISS"

You suddenly became tomato red, which has never EVER happened before.

"why dont we give the people what they want?" kaminari wispered in your ear. You swirked and yanked him by the collar, you lips slamed into his. After a few second you pulled back.

"I love you pikachu"

[markleetrashh]

Boyfriend Yukhei

• i wrote one for jungwoo,,, so im gonna write one for yukhei or lucas • don’t you just love him too?? • also dedicated to @onlyjihoons • let’s start!

• how you met him • so you actually hold cooking classes at a nearby community centre near your neighbourhood, as it’s your hobby and also to earn money • and he’s actually one of your students there • he actually came to attend the class with his friend, mark • i had to do this im sorry both are b a d at cooking,, who am i kidding i can’t cook too- • and it was the first time you actually saw people this bad at cooking?? • like how yukhei forgot to wash all of his ingredients before cooking, • which led to you having to throw the whole dish away • because “you didn’t mention that we needed to wash them??” • “iT’S COMMON SENSE YUKHEI!!!” • about mark,,, another story- HAHA • but everytime yukhei attends the class you can’t help but fully focus on him majority of the time because he’s super clueless • which of course, he felt bad about • so he decided to text you one day • “i know im super hard to deal with every week, but can i repay your patience with a movie date??” • and you’d always thought he was really nice and funny, so of course, you agreed • on the date he shows up with his usual black and dark outfits (which suits him perfectly) and you can see him being awed by the dress you were wearing • and when you ask him why • “you look pretty today- i mean, you look pretty everytime i see you but today you look prettier?” • “must be because im not wearing an apron and my hair’s not tied up in a messy bun” • “hmmm maybe” • and throughout the whole movie/date yall are super comfortable and got to know more things you both didnt knew before • like how mark & him are the same age,, you always thought mark was younger • and he also tells you how he’s learning and practicing everyday to cook meals • and promises that one day he’ll cook one for you after he improves • interacting between classes slowly turned to small dates after class, with him waiting for you to clean up even after class has finished • to chatting everyday on the phone and going over to each other’s houses, you both became inseparable • and before you even knew it, you realised you have feelings for him,, but you didn’t bring it up, and didn’t plan to • until one day he just randomly texts you “i have something to tell you” • and without even replying he just confesses • and when you reply “really?” • he calls you right away • “Yes im serious. After thinking for weeks, that is” • “I…. like you too..” • “OH MY GOD REALLY??” • and that was how both of you got together • ^ right after the call he rushed down to your house just give you a hug and to celebrate but both of you ended up cuddling in each other’s arms to sleep • a relationship with yukhei would be pure fun and youthful • he’ll always try his best to make you laugh and make sure you’re happy • like how he teases you 24/7 • and how he would attack you with random tickles when you’re in the middle of doing something • dates?? yukhei is always ready • he seems to always have places to go to and bring you to • and they never fail to disappoint • which is why your phones are full of pictures and memories of the both of you at the many different countries • and he promised that one day he’ll bring you overseas to explore even more places • loves to surprise you • like that one time he specially cooked for you • and he’s improved A WHOLE LOT,, it’s actually on par with yours?? • “it’s all thanks to you,,, my first successful and most delicious meal for my babe!” • “i’ll cook more for you in the future” • and of course you’d be touched so!! • probably also has many meme photos in his phone, which he’d randomly send you • especially when you’re not together • like how he just randomly sent you one at 4am one morning • with a “this made me laugh so it should make you laugh too” • and you almost slapped him because you were woken from your sleep • whenever you call him cute though, • he gets all whiney and denies it “i’m not cute, i’m handsome” he said that himself on the insta live • but he gives in after he realises he cant win against you so he just pouts and frowns • which makes him even cuter!!! • but when you’re sad?? goofy yukhei would take over and he’ll do all sorts of funny and silly things to cheer you up • but there are times he’d also be very serious and ask you about what happened and listen to you talk • he’ll give you his most honest opinions and advice too because he wants the best for you • very supportive boyfriend • always the first to like and comment on your social media posts • and always sends a screenshot to you right after • “YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO POST THIS????? wow how pretty” • “where’s the credits for this wonderful picture????” • “you already look good in this picture but you know what will make it better??? having me in it!! go post a picture of the both of us-” • doesn’t always initiate hugs but when he does it’s usually because he’s tired and needs your affection • but he loves kisses though • especially on his cheeks,, he’d always get all happy and excited after you kiss him • in conclusion yukhei is your boyfriend & bestfriend • he’s always there to brighten things up and make your day much more fun and happy • and although he may be a dork sometimes and you wonder why you even love him, • like how he stares at himself in the mirror and asks you whether you think he’s handsome (kun, thanks for exposing him) • you still love him a lot • and he does too!!

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 12]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, overstimulation, tiniest mentions of daddy!kink, a lil bit of a filler chapter!, this is the most btsvt chapter that it’ll ever get so i’m sorry if you dont like that!! 😭😭, a bit of a lighthearted chapter too tbh to ease everyone back into cherry bomb! 💕 I know its been like two fuckin weeks since the last update which is honestly insane to me! I almost couldnt remember where we even left off lmao kdjfhds 😩💕💕 Thank you for being so patient with me and waiting it out while we had two weeks of Monster Mash! Starting Monday, I’m gonna be going back to my normal posting schedule! 💕 have a great rest of the weekend, yall! 🍒 

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“Wait, seriously? You want to work here? But--but I thought you were from out of town?”

Jun’s eyes light up with excitement; fingertips crushing the resume you passed to him moments prior. “Um, well, there was a change of plans… and I’d really like to work somewhere where I have a friend! If you guys are still hiring, that is...” You reply back meekly.

It’d taken you all morning to write up a resume, blushing a little when you realize most of your income had been from camming. It’d also made you pause for a moment when you realized that it meant Jun would also know your real name too; as well as everyone who came through the diner and all of your coworkers.

“Yeah, of course! I, um, just give me a second to pass this to my manager, okay? I’ll be sure to put in a good word!” Jun shoots you a wink before he turns to leave.

You take the opportunity to sit down at a nearby booth, fishing for your phone to text Seungcheol.

‘I think I might be getting the job!!’

cheollie ✨: oh? Not that I doubted you, but is it confirmed already?

‘Mm… Jun is trying to put in a word for me! But I’m confident!’

cheollie ✨: thats my baby ;)

You hear someone call your name hesitantly, only to find Jun standing a few feet away looking at you sheepishly. “Um, sorry, your name’s on the resume so I figured…”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s fine!” You awkwardly giggle. “I figured writing ‘Cherry’ as my name wouldn’t be too smart when you need to cross-reference my ID if I get the job.” Jun laughs as he takes the seat across from you in the booth, papers in hand.

“Well, I convinced my manager to let me interview you. Told him that if we’d be workin’ together that I’d want to scope you out for myself! He bought it, can you believe it!?” Grinning, he sets your crumpled resume down next to a small stack of papers. “I don’t doubt you’d pull your weight around here but I do have to ask… Why here of all places? I thought your, uh, other job was enough? Or I guess I assumed...” You bite your lip, flip-flopping on whether or not you wanted to let him know exactly what happened that led to your sudden decision.

“Um… There were just some big life changes I had to make on the fly and I’ll be living around here now! I’m trying out some new things… I also figured if I worked with you, then you’d know my schedule the best too! And you seem like a really nice and cool guy.”

Jun nods, smiling back at you.

“You got that right!”

“You’re seriously going to start working there?” Jeongguk raises a brow, cables in hand as he sets up the extra PC in his streaming room. “And the guy working there knows you? That doesn’t bother you?”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “Yeah and he knows me now too. And knows I’d kick his ass if he tried anything.” You pout from your place in the expensive gaming chair; eyes focused on Jeongguk who shimmies under the desk to start plugging in the cables.

“Well, yeah he does know me, but he’s also one of my regulars and knows the schedules I’ll need, so I think we can trust him!” They both nod and Seungcheol is quick to cross the small room until he’s right behind you.

“He seems like a nice guy though, I don’t think we have to worry.”

Jeongguk slides out from underneath the desk, dusting off his pants as he stands. “And if he does end up being a weirdo, there’s always a place for you at the roller rink!”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, hands gripping onto the backrest of the chair.

“No.”

“Hey guys, welcome back to Golden Closet Gaming! I’m JK, your regular host! Today, we have a suuuper special guest! Why don’t you introduce yourself, pretty lady~”

You take a deep breath as you lean in close to the mic; somewhat nervous and a little out of your usual element. “Hi everyone~ I’m Cherry! Some of you may know me from, um, the other side of the streaming-sphere but I’m joining my friend today in hopes of boosting our channels together and having a ‘lil bit of fun!!”

Seungcheol sits at the side as he watches the two of you; a small smile painted on his lips at the way the two of you seem to fall into your characters easily despite the somewhat different platforms and influx of different viewers.

The sound of donations and comments pour in a lot quicker than Jeongguk, himself, is used to; eyes wide and eyebrows raised as he pauses to watch them flood the screen.

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

xcaliburDK has donated $100

sleepy_wonu: never thought i’d be donating here but here we are

xcaliburDK: i was always a silent watcher but u kno i had to donate for my favorite girl!

seokGENIE: i feel like i’m entitled to something for taking your shift so i wont be donating, sorry pretty girl

j__min: can’t believe this kid got a collab with you before i did :(

j__min has donated $200

dtsug__a: i dont normally watch streams either but im curious

Jeongguk laughs, still in disbelief as the donations continue to pour in from a combination of your viewers and his. He always made a decent amount from his viewers but he couldn’t deny the pull you had from your viewers as well. “Wow, um okay, my donations are adding up a lot quicker than they usually do. That’s… Hey, whaddya say to streaming with me regularly?” He jokes. 

A shy laugh bubbles up your throat; ears and cheeks burning hot at the idea. You had never collabed with any other streamer before and despite your initial hesitance and unsureness, you too, were shocked to find how well the two of you were doing without your usual content.

“Erm, I’m not very good at gaming though… I don’t think your viewers would like it very much...”

seokGENIE: thats ok jk sucks at gaming too, it wouldnt be too different

j__min: lmao fkjdhf

dtsug__a: does he get roasted often on this channel? If so i’ll be tuning in more often

dtsug__a has donated $100

dtsug__a: for your troubles, pretty gal

“On second thought, let’s let this be a special occasion, huh? Maybe collabs for the holiday, Cherry?” Jeongguk grumbles and Seungcheol has to bite his lip to keep in his laughs from his side of the small room. You start to feel more and more comfortable at the lighthearted atmosphere; tucking a stray hair behind your ear before you lean in towards the mic again.

“Ah! Speaking of, don’t forget to tune into my camshow tomorrow~! JK and I will be gaming on there as well but… with some added fun to match my channel~! 21 and over only~” You blink at the computer screen, still a little unused to the idea that you weren’t technically being filmed. Although, it was a nice change for once; not needing to be all done up for a show and simply just talking to your viewers and reading comments.

sleepy_wonu: is dom daddy gonna be on the show too?

“Dom daddy? Oh you mean Se---”

“Yes! Kind of!” You cut off, laughing nervously. Nobody knew Seungcheol’s name except for Jun and you were trying to keep as much of him private as possible, until he was ready. “In a sense, he’ll be there! You guys will just have to tune in to find out!”

Jeongguk laughs into his own mic, scooting in closer to his desk as he loads up the game.

“I think that’s enough chatting for now, huh? Let’s get started! Tonight we’ll be playing Phasmophobia! We’ll be playing something more lighthearted on Cherry’s channel, as she requested. So tonight we’ll be playing something I picked out. You ready, baby?”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes, quietly taking a sip of his water.

“Ready when you are!”

“I gotta say, sweetheart, for someone who doesn’t play video games too often, you’re not too bad.” Seungcheol comments, nodding his head in amazement as the three of you exit Jeongguk’s PC room. He’d had a hard time keeping in his laughs as he watched from the side and he had to admit, you were even cuter when you were outside of your usual element.

“I have to agree with hyung, but maybe it was also the adrenaline and screaming that kept you goin’.”

The two males share a laugh as you pout and plop down onto Jeongguk’s living room sofa. “Hey, how were the numbers for tonight, by the way?” You ask quietly.

“Honestly? I think we made almost triple of what my channel usually sees. I know I don’t really make a ton off of my streams since I don’t really do anything, like, crazy but shit… Even I’m shocked at how much we made.”

Seungcheol’s lip ease into a smirk; Jeongguk really had no idea how much the two of you had made off of a couple videos alone.

“We still have one more stream to do and then we can just pool up the money and split it down the middle!”  

Jeongguk nods, stretching as he sits himself down onto the other end of the sofa. “I’ll bring my spare PC stuff so we can set up a little early tomorrow, if that’s cool with you two? Maybe have some food before we get started too ‘cause god knows I’m gonna be starving.” You look to Seungcheol who nods and checks his phone for the time.

“Yeah, we need to set up the cameras and lighting a little differently too so we’ll probably start earlier. Just text me before you drive over so we know when to expect you.”

You yawn next to Jeongguk; adrenaline having worn off as the tiredness finally sets in. “It’s so weird, usually I’m only just starting my stream right around this time but I’m so exhausted now...” Seungcheol’s eyes from cute crescents as he smiles down at you, stepping closer as he goes in to smooth down your hair.

“You really were screaming a lot, to be fair. How about we head home and you can sleep in the car?”

“Okay~”

Seungcheol lets you sleep in on Saturday morning, watching as your chest rises and falls with soft breaths.

He takes a moment to think over the last few weeks of his life and he can’t help the disbelieving expression that crosses his features when he realizes just how much had changed over the course of just weeks.

When the two of you had met, he wasn’t expecting much. He expected the two of you to hang out for a few days before you went home and forgot he even existed outside of your camshows and the comments section. But now that so much had happened between the two of you, Seungcheol felt a deeper connection to you and felt the need to protect you even moreso than ever.

He sees you shift slightly, sleepy eyes blinking open as you peer up at him. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Mm… g’morning ‘cheol…”

You grimace sleepily at how hoarse your voice sounds, “Ew, I sound so… gross.”

Seungcheol moves to get out of bed, leaning in to kiss your forehead before he shuffles towards the bathroom. “I’m going to wash up but you can stay in bed if you like. I’ll make you some tea for your throat, okay? We have a long day ahead of us and I don’t think you wanna sound like that later tonight.”

Nodding sleepily, you lay back down as you yawn and let the sleep take over once again.

“Are you really sure ‘bout this?” Jeongguk takes a bite of his pizza as he watches Seungcheol pull the desk closer to the bed.

“What do you mean?” You ask; readjusting the light that was closest to the younger male. “Like, I dunno, I’ve never been on a cam show like this so… I mean do I have to do anything different?” You laugh lightly as you go in to pat Jeongguk on the shoulder.

“No, just be you. And we went over it already earlier, the only thing that’s different is going to be me! No weird tricks or anything, I promise.”

Seungcheol places another monitor on the tabletop, grunting as he goes. “Yeah, and in all honesty, I would hate to have to watch you get off, ‘Guk.”

“Oh shut up, hyung. You say that like I don’t know what you’re packin’ under those sweats. I think it’d only be fair! Just two bros getting to know each other.” Seungcheol pretends to gag just as you double over in laughter. “No, absolutely not, ‘Guk. And also, nobody told you to watch those videos!”

Jeongguk pauses, lips pressing into a firm line. “You right, you right…”

You leave to get changed just as Jeongguk starts to help Seungcheol set up the last few bits of equipment. He leans in close to the older male, eyes glancing around the space to make sure you were completely out of earshot. “Hey, hyung, honest question.”

“Sure.”

“Are you really okay with all this?” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he raises an eyebrow at the younger male. “What’s ‘this’ exactly, ‘Guk?”

“Y’know, her living here and you camming all of a sudden, among everything else really… And the question if you’re in love with her which, by the way, we still all know that you are.”

A blush coats Seungcheol’s skin, fingertips almost losing grip of the camera he was about to mount to the desktop. “Listen, yes, okay, I do… like her a lot. But she’s going through a lot right now too and I don’t want to freak her out either. There’s a lot of life changes we’re going through so I’m just going to ...wait.”

“You’re a good man, hyung.”

“Hi everyone!”

You wave to the camera, winking and blowing a kiss to the camera propped up between the two monitors on the table. “I know, this setup is a little wild and not my normal but this is part two of my collaboration with Golden Closet Gaming! Do you want to introduce yourself to those who missed our other stream?” You turn to Jeongguk who nods; this time a little nervous as he stares directly into the camera.

He’d said he was okay with being filmed since he wasn’t actually part of any sexual acts, but he still found himself a little camerashy now that the two of you were live.

Seungcheol sat directly behind the monitors and cameras; his phone open to your cam show to watch from a different angle.

“Ah, hello! I’m JK of Golden Closet Gaming! I’m a friend of Cherry’s and no we won’t be fuckin’.” Jeongguk ends with an innocent smile that has you holding back your laughter.

therealchan99: i dont think dom.cheol would like that very much anyway

universe_WZ has donated $100

universe_WZ: unless he’s into watching

dom.cheol: no

alphagyu97: oh shit hes back

angelhan: huh, so hes not there?

“Oh, he is! He’s behind the camera~” You gesture beyond the camera to where Seungcheol sits and he leans over to quickly wave upside down in front of the camera to prove his existence.

j__min: ah, of course~ we know your daddy would never let you play with anyone else~

j__min: he likes you too much ;)

emerald.tae: oh? also hi new watcher!!!

emerald.tae: ur videos were great!!

emerald.tae has donated $200

therealchan99: im gonna need to start fighting ppl for ur attention i swear

gentleman_josh95: implying u had it

chwenon: yooooooo lmao

“You guuuuys, be nice! Just for that, I’m gonna be sending you a special private pic, okay ‘therealchan99’? You guys pick on him too much!” You pout.

therealchan99: hahaahhAHhhahaHAAHAA FUCKIN LOSERS SUCK ON THAT

tangerine_kwan: bruh

chwenon: damn guess we should can it

You respond to a few more comments as Jeongguk sits by and watches the way you interact with your viewers. He also takes note that you had a donation minimum before you started actually doing anything on your channel and that you’d already hit it pretty quickly.

“Okay! I think we should start now, huh? Oh, I should explain what’s going on!” You giggle cutely, settling into your space on the bed. “So JK and I will be playing this stilt man game! We have to get our character to the finish line without falling or the level restarts! JK has to get to level 30 and I have to get to level 20 and whoever reaches their goal first, wins!”

“I have a higher level to reach ‘cause our skillsets are different and we all know I’d smoke her if we both had to reach the same level.” Jeongguk grins.

seokGENIE: sure

seokGENIE has donated $69

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $100

“And the reason why ‘dom.cheol’ is behind the camera is because...” You pause, eyes twinkling with playfulness as you stare directly into the lens. “In order to get me to do my best, he’ll be controlling a special toy I’m wearing~ Hehe, if my character falls, he’ll raise the vibration setting each time as punishment and leave it on until I cum…”

“Which we are assuming will be a lot. Unfortunately, no medic on standby.” Jeongguk jokes. Seungcheol rolls his eyes as he laughs from behind the camera.

“We have a safeword, don’t we, sweetheart?” You nod in response, “Mmhmm!”

“Let’s get it!”

It takes all of four stages before your character falls for the first time.

Seungcheol turns the vibrating panties on and you immediately jolt as you try to keep your character upright on screen. “Oh, f-fuck!”

kitty_junjun: uh ohhhh it begins

artist8hao: i don’t think she’s gonna last.. babygirl is so sensitive, she’ll probably cum soon

xcaliburDK: i’m giving it until level 6 before she cums

emerald.tae: oh are we placing bets

“Noooo~ Don’t place bets on me, I’m weak!” You whine; already squirming as the vibrations attack your clit. Seungcheol grins from in front of you as Jeongguk laughs from your side, already on level 7 on his own screen.

You had to admit, it was a little weird for someone else to be in the room with you while Seungcheol basically used a toy on you, but the younger male seemed to not care about it at all. Although, he had already seen most of you and Seungcheol at this point.

Your fingertips are shaky on the keyboard and computer mouse; already fearing the way Seungcheol’s eyes almost become darker the longer you struggle.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is the game too hard?”

“A-ah, n--no, it’s not that b-bad…” Squirming, you grind down a little harder onto the bed just as your character falls on screen and Seungcheol raises the setting to the second highest in the blink of an eye. “Ngh, fuh---fuck!”

“Uh oh~ Should I slow down to let you catch up?” Jeongguk teases.

“N-no, I can beat y-you!”

The donations and comments pour in as you struggle to keep your calm and get your character to the finish line; letting out a sigh of relief as you finally enter the fifth level. You let out a choked sob as you already feel your panties starting to stick to you like a second skin from how wet you were getting and Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.

“You know, you’re technically allowed to cum whenever you want. It’ll just… slow you down, is all.” Grinning, he watches as you look beyond the camera towards him as you pout.

“But I--I wanna win!” You cry; palms clammy as you try to rush through the fifth stage, only for your character to fall almost immediately. “Nooo~”

Seungcheol clicks the vibrator to its highest setting and your body goes rigid as the vibrations wreck your body. You start to grind against the toy as you chase your orgasm and forget about the game almost completely. In a perfect world, Seungcheol would have his cock snug between your walls, but instead you clench around emptiness as you crave his cock.

artist8hao: ah shes already cumming lol

seokGENIE: on level 5? Fuck

universe_WZ: her cute lil cunt cant take it, poor babygirl

seokGENIE has donated $50

emerald.tae has donated $75

alphagyu97: cum baby, u kno u wanna

alphagyu97 has donated $75

A small choked whine is all you can manage before you do cum; eyes clamped shut and fingers wrapped tight around the computer mouse as the waves of pleasure crash down onto your body. Donations and comments flood the side of the screen from a combination of your viewers and Jeongguk’s as they watch your face contort in pleasure.

“Ah, sweetheart, you’re really falling behind~ JK is going through the stages so quickly while you’re sitting there cumming~” Seungcheol teases. He licks his lips, simultaneously wishing you were sitting on his cock while you played your game.

That’d have to be for another time, he thinks.

It takes a second for Seungcheol to turn the toy off and your body immediately slumps forward as you catch your breath. “Ngh, d-damn it…” You grimace when you re-adjust yourself and find your panties soaking wet.

“I’m already on level 17, babe. You gotta catch up!”

You can only groan in response, flexing your clammy fingers before you try to focus on your own screen again.

kitty_junjun: oho looks like our princess is focused now

tangerine_kwan: u got this baby

j__min: show ‘em who’s boss, babygirl

You tune out the sounds of the comments and donations as you manage to get yourself to level eight without falling, but level nine proves to be just a little too hard as your character falls and Seungcheol turns the vibrator back on to its lowest setting again.

“Be careful, baby. Wouldn’t want to fall behind again would you?”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his sweats as he watches you bite your lip. And for the first time all night, he wishes that Jeongguk would just win and go home so that he could have his own private time with you.

“I’m on level 22 already. D’you think she can even catch up?” Jeongguk teases. He spares you a side glance, taking in your form slumped closer to the table as you try to fight the vibrations.

Your body was already extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and you quickly losing your confidence as you struggled to keep your character upright. If you came even just one more time, there was no way that you’d be able to beat Jeongguk with how quickly he was going through the stages.

therealchan99: she’s cumming just as quickly as JK is getting thru the stages hfdsf

gentleman_josh95: shes so cute when she cums tho

angelhan has donated $50

angelhan: thats the real prize angel

“T-thank you…” You whimper out, fingertips twitching against the keyboard and mouse as you focus your attention to the game to the best of your ability. 

You manage to get to level ten with no more issues just as Jeongguk gets to level 25 and you let out an exasperated sigh as your character falls over again. “Uh oh~ I think I’m gonna win!” Jeongguk cheers; giddiness washing over him as he works to get to the end. 

“Nooo~ That’s n-not, ah, fair!” Whining, you grip the mouse tighter as Seungcheol raises the setting on the toy again, watching as you rub your thighs together at the feeling. 

hoshi_tiger_xx: sadly nothings fair in the gaming world babe

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

dtsug__a has donated $50

dtsug__a: cute for thinkin so tho 

“I don’t th--think I can, hah, c-catch up...” You moan. Your character on screen falls over one more time and all you hear is Seungcheol’s small ‘tsk’ under his breath as he sets the vibrator to the highest setting and leaves it there. 

It doesn’t take long before the vibrations prove to be too much for you and you let go of the keyboard and computer mouse as your hands ball up into fists on top of the table. 

The pleasure washes over you in sharp pin pricks; small whines and whimpers falling from your lips as your eyes completely clamp shut. 

Jeongguk lets out a surprised noise at the way the donations and comments almost make the screen lag and for the first time, his character on screen falls over at his split second loss of focus. 

“Ah, fuh--fuck!” You start to squirm once the pleasure starts to bleed into overstimulation and Seungcheol is quick to respond, “You’re gonna cum one more time as punishment for giving up, sweetheart.” 

alphagyu97: ooo she's in troubleeee

gentleman_josh95: ahhh daddy still has to punish you after all 

seokGENIE: damn is this what this channels abt? this is hot 

artist8hao: babygirl always misbehaves

chwenon: she seems to like it too much 😏

dtsug__a: hooooo shit, thats hot 

“It’s n-not my f-fault, hah, JK is j-just good at g-gaming...” You mumble. 

Jeongguk manages to get to level 30 within the time you sit and grind against the toy; small noises of excitement falling from his lips as he cheers for himself!

“Aww, poor baby. Maybe you’ll focus a bit better next time, hmm?” 

You nod frantically as a small tear slips down your cheek and your lips part in a breathy moan. “God, I--I’m c--cumming!” 

Your body locks up, ears ringing as you cum one more time. Seungcheol wishes he could work you through it; hands massaging your skin as you take your pleasure or thrusting his cock into you as he chased his high with you. 

Instead he watches from across you as your body twitches as your face contorts in unadulterated bliss, licking his lips the entire time with images of what could’ve been dancing behind his eyelids. 

Jeongguk watches as the donations far surpass what the two of you made on his channel; brows disappearing into his poofy head of hair. “Wow, uh, y’all seem to really like it when she gets punished, huh?” He mutters under his breath. 

“Don’t you?” Seungcheol teases. 

“Truuuuue.” 

A garbled moan has both of their attention on you as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit. “Ah, ‘m too sen--sensitive now...” You cry. 

Seungcheol turns the toy off completely as your chest heaves in deep breaths; pouting at the fact he wasn’t able to enter the camera frame to take care of you. 

Jeongguk grimaces slightly at the way your body sways in tiredness next to him, unsure of what to do next now that he’d won. 

“Haha, um, medic?” 

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