#yeah yeah he is pretty ok i admit it but i swear on my life i only realised that now on my reaction watching

[strawberry-peach]

Me, watching reactions to that series again because I apparently like suffering: these men are breaking my heart just like the first time, why am i going through this again? i need to let it go

Me, days later, after more reaction watching, going through his fucking tag on this hell site: i am in emotional pain again haha here's for another month of suffering!

[worldlxvlys]

I love your writing so I was wondering if you could make this part into a smut of course if you want to

the truth

dwb! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: dirtyyyy ass smutttt, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, squirting, degradation if you squint, fingering, cream pie, sex tape

a/n: so…pretty much…yeah !

for @chrisstopherfilmed & @vane2realz <333

based on these texts

despite what i may have thought, chris was not joking in the slightest.

when i opened the door, he rushed in like a man on a mission.

he quickly pulled me into my kitchen, and set me on top of the counter.

“lift” he spoke firmly, making me shift my weight onto my arms and lift my hips up.

he pulled my sweatpants and underwear down in one swift motion.

“you ready to admit the truth?” he raised his eyebrows at me.

“chris-” not hearing what he wanted, he practically dove into my pussy.

“holy fuck” i whimpered out shakily, my hands gripping his hair.

i felt him smirk against me as his hands wrapped around my stomach, holding me in place.

his warm tongue moved between my folds expertly, licking up every drop of wetness that came out of me.

i gave his hair a firm tug, causing him to groan against me, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

his tongue darted in every direction before focusing on my clit. he licked and sucked me feverishly .

“chris, chris, chris! i’m gonna-“ i cut myself off with a loud moan as my senses were overtaken with pleasure.

my face scrunched up and my eyes screwed shut as he continued his assault on my overly-sensitive clit.

“mmm, chris! it’s too-” he removed his mouth, replacing it with his hand.

“you gonna admit it?” he asked.

“c-chris, fuck, i can’t-”he moved his face back to my abused cunt, placing his tongue flat against my folds.

it was impossible to keep my sore thighs still as they flew open and closed. i squirmed underneath him as he continued his brutal movements, bringing me closer and closer to my second orgasm.

chris grabbed one of my legs, pushing it up and in towards my chest before plunging his fingers into my aching hole.

“god, chris! holy- oh!” my moans echoed around the kitchen as he moved his mouth further up my body.

he placed open-mouthed kisses along my skin, leading all the way up to my jaw.

he stopped at my lips, brushing his against mine while his fingers squelched inside of my narrow walls.

“you ready to talk ma?”

i let out a whine in response, my stubbornness getting the best of me.

he’s not getting it out of me.

“no? that’s ok, we can do this all day mama. i’m having the time of my life” he spoke against my lips.

i let out a long, broken moan as i clenched around his fingers.

“you close, baby? give it to me, want every drop of your cum on my fingers”

his words sent me over the edge, as i felt my cum drip out of me and onto his fingers.

instead of stopping, however, he sped his fingers up inside of me.

“chris!-” i grabbed his wrist, trying to get him to slow down.

“i swear to god if you don’t move your hand, i’ll fuck you into the floor like a little slut” he said as he glared at me. “i don’t give a fuck how sore you are”

deciding to challenge him, i tilted my head and tightened my grip around his wrist.

he raised his eyebrows at me, almost as if he was asking, you sure you wanna do that ?

“oh, so you think this is a game?” he removed his fingers from me, lifting me off of the counter and placing me onto my hands and knees on the ground.

thank god i keep my floor clean.

the tile of the kitchen floor was cool against my skin, and the reality of the situation started to hit me as i heard him unbuckle his belt.

i don’t know why i keep testing this man.

there was silence for a moment, making me nervous before i was met with the feeling of chris pounding into me from behind.

i let out a guttural moan as he didn’t give me any time to adjust to his size.

he pushed my front half down by my back, making my nipples harden from the contact with the cold floor.

i shook my ass in the air slightly, making him let out a low groan.

“god, keep doing that” he moaned as he continued to push his hips into mine.

his thrusts grew sharper and harder making my hands shoot out under me to stop myself from falling onto the floor, face-first.

my muscles were screaming and aching from the force, but i was so wrapped up in the pleasure to focus on it.

due to how wet my pussy was coupled with chris’s size, his dick slipped out of me every now and then.

for some reason, his solution to this was to fuck me even faster.

“so good” i whispered out, unable to form more words.

“yeah? you like this? you like getting fucked on the floor like this ?”

all i could do was nod my head as my eyes screwed shut and mouth hung open.

he hooked his fingers under my chin, turning me to face him.

“look at that, fucking you so good you can’t even close that pretty mouth. let me help you” he spoke before swiping a few fingers through my folds and bringing it to my mouth.

“suck.”

i did as he said, taking his fingers into my mouth and slowly swirling my tongue around them.

his lust-filled eyes widened slightly as i moaned around his fingers.

without warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up, his chest pressing up against my back.

one of his hands held my arms behind my back, while the other grabbed one of my boobs.

the new angle allowed him to fuck me deeper, his tip kissing my cervix.

the sounds falling out of my mouth became longer and more drawn out, signaling i was getting close.

he lifted one of my legs, holding it up by the back of my knee as he continuously hit my g-spot.

“tell me what i wanna hear or i’m not letting you cum” he whispered into my ear, gently biting it.

my mind went blank as he circled his fingers on my clit.

“i- what ? what do you..” i trailed off, not even being able to remember what he was talking about.

“shit, ma. fucked you dumb, huh ? you don’t even remember why you’re being ruined like this ?”

“chris, i’m gonna cum!” i spoke as my stomach began to tighten.

“wait.” he reached over to the pocket of his pants, grabbing his phone.

he pulled up the camera app and handed it to me, “record yourself begging me to let you cum”

my eyes widen at this, but i quickly obliged, wanting nothing more than to finish.

i struggled to click the red button as my hands shook and chris’s pace made it hard to keep them still.

“need me to slow down?” he taunted, loving the effect that he had on me.

“no! no! i got it!” i spoke quickly, finally starting the video.

i looked at my reflection, taking in my fucked out appearance. my eyes were slightly red and drooping, my face and hair drenched in sweat.

the recording was shaky as chris never once let up with his relentless pace.

chris placed his chin on my shoulder, staring at me through my phone. “better start begging” he spoke, making me clench around him.

“fuckkk” he groaned as his hips stuttered and he shot his load inside of me.

“oh my god” i moaned out. “please please let me cum, chris. i need it” i cried out as he fucked his pleasure into me.

“mmm, how badly do you need it mama?” he groaned into my ear.

“i need it so so bad, fuck, please chris! wanna cum on your cock so bad!” i yelled, damn near sobbing at this point.

my body tensed up and my eyes rolled back as i tried my hardest to hold it off.

“chris, please! can’t hold it much longer! i-“

“go ahead baby” he cut me off.

as soon as he gave me permission to, i let go. i lifted myself off of him as i squirted directly onto his dick, making him moan out.

my body began to shake as i felt my cum drip out of me and down my leg.

chris wasted no time in reaching up and pulling me to sit on his face, making me squeal in surprise.

i gripped harder onto his phone as he licked me clean and left a kiss against my heat.

“that was amazing, baby” he spoke as he stood up.

i stopped the recording and placed his phone down as i leaned against the counter and took a second to catch my breath.

“you okay?” he asked as he placed his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.

“i’m amazing” i smiled as i turned to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

“good” he spoke as he planted a kiss on my cheek.

he pulled away for a second, going to find something.

he came back with a water bottle and granola bar.

“here, have these. i’ll go run you a bath, i’m sure you’re pretty sore” he smirked lightly at the last part.

i narrowed my eyes at him, playfully hitting his chest.

“shut up”

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dwb! chris masterlist

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[modawg]

omfg i just accidently deleted an ask abt percy being suicidal when i was trying to respond WTF bruh im so sorry but this is for you i hope you see this it was anon sorry pookie

the q was simply “is percy suicidal?” and asking for context

ok so basically no one has every come out and said “percy is suicidal” rick has never said this through what i know HOWEVER

it is smth that is deeply written into the text of the series not that he’s actively grabbing a knife or smth but that he is VERY prone to this line of thinking

many ppl point to the beginning of pjo when percy would pretty often talk abt dying and wanting to die or allowing himself to drown or just dark humor in that way; when i first started reading it was smth i never really noticed as anything other then a dramatic tween but once you get to hoo (along with looking at the amount of insecurity and low self esteem percy has in pjo) it kinda hits a limit

in hoo there’s an entire scene where after getting out of tartarus he’s fighting some bitch i forget who (polybotes) and gives up not trying to protect himself when he was literally in his element and later admits to jason that he thought he deserved to choke on poison

and DIE like it’s not like he’s saying “meh yeah i thought i’d give up and give them a chance 💯💯” like he is fully aware that stopping would kill him and he was going to allow that to happen

you could also pair this with percy almost drowning both himself and annabeth in tartarus with this; after they land in cocytus (river of depression literally) annabeth (though extremely distressed) has a pretty decent time swimming and staying alive in the water after the initial shock however percy almost fully gives up pulling them under and is much harder to break out of the “spell” (the voices)

a lot of this can be chalked up to traumatic events being tired or scared or all three but an easy gateway to suicidal ideations can stem from those things and percy’s been dealing with all of those the majority of his life

so yes and no if you want to say percy isn’t be my guest ? but this aspect of his life is such an interesting thing to pull apart because his reactions to the things he’s had to live through is one that’s extremely human and i feel like really breaths life into the sort of “reality” these characters live (if that makes sense lmao)

i feel like that last para sounded rude im not trying to be but idk how else to word that LMAO

and here’s the quotes (i recommend rereading pjo for the early stuff bc i’m not picking that apart but if someone else wants to they can)

if there’s anything else lmk and i won’t delete it next time i swear :(

[seaweed-water]

ok i'm working on a new story that's about to be *super* dark and i'm excited to share it but god it's going to take a while and i promised myself i'd finish my works before posting them on ao3, just in case i need to go back and ensure continuity, etc,. wow what a run-on sentence. anyway, here's wonderwall:

The room is quiet, only the ticking clock on the wall and the psychiatrist’s pen clicking over bone. Derek doesn’t want to be the one to speak first, and he shouldn’t have to, a silent stare shared between the two men in the unsettling calm of the home office. Derek mirrors the doctor, his ankle crossed over his knee, leaning back into the chair with his forearms resting in his lap.

“Have you ever had therapy before, Derek?” the doctor asks with a raised brow.

Aside from forced and entirely useless counseling sessions after the fire, Derek has steered clear of anyone who could judge him certifiable. He doesn’t need that kind of negativity in his life.

“Not really, no.”

The doctor hums with a short nod, like he understands entirely. What he understands, Derek isn’t sure. He swears on everything unholy if this shrink says, ‘and why do you think that is?’ he’s going to lose it.

“So then, what’s brought you in today?”

The unexpected response takes him off guard, his brows twitching in before he relaxes his face again. His eyes wander the room in search of an answer, observing the book-lined wall, the ambient lighting, the atrium that separates the office from the rest of the house. On the other side of it, Derek can see a giant staircase with artifacts tucked into the carved-out wall leading to the second floor.

“Don’t you feel weird having people come to your house?” Derek asks. He can’t help but wonder what other kinds of patients the doctor treats, and why he’d feel so comfortable allowing them into his home. They could have a real antisocial personality disorder.  

“I don’t mind. I have a pretty good sense of people.” The man leans in, his lips curling. “I’m always prepared.”

The doctor’s low tone sends a shiver up Derek’s spine. He swallows, his arms crossing over his middle.

“Tell me what ails you,” the psychiatrist says, pushing up his glasses with long, spindly fingers before he clicks the pen over his kneecap a final time, resting the ballpoint to paper. His amber eyes meet Derek’s gaze, so penetrating that Derek can feel the warmth of them blooming in his chest. He averts his eyes, watching the man’s hands instead.

Derek isn’t sure where to begin with such an outstanding request. He can’t give too much away, but he’s here for a reason.

Dr. Stilinski’s heady stare remains, silent as he patiently waits.

“I’m losing control again. I can’t…” Derek pauses, thinking carefully, avoiding the doctor’s gaze, “I can’t stop myself from over-working out. I start to feel… insatiable. I want more before it’s even over.”

“I see,” Dr. Stilinski says, fingers curling over the top spine of his legal pad in his lap. “You’re used to feeling in control, but lately something’s changed. Maybe… you’ve been suppressing a part of yourself, but it’s getting harder, isn’t it?”

Derek inhales, his breath hitching as he meets the doctor’s eyes again. He feels like he’s been caught somehow, without having said anything technically damning. As nervous as this makes him, Derek is undeniably intrigued.

“Yeah,” Derek admits, unsure if he should continue. The doctor stares, blinking like he’s waiting for more. “It’s never been this difficult. It feels like if I don’t keep going, I’m failing.”

“Hm,” Stilinski starts, his thumbs tapping over the spine as he reads Derek from head to toe. “You’re not alone in that feeling, Derek. A lot of people have difficult impulses they can’t control. Maybe… urges that don’t fit in the lives they want to live. But perhaps they haven’t assessed the matter from every direction.” The doctor’s foot falls to the floor as he leans in, his arms resting over his notepad. “I can help you reform your thoughts about these impulses.”

Derek feels exposed under his stare, but unable to pull away. Something is off about this doctor, something Derek can’t quite put into words. It’s as if he’s holding back, skirting around truths he’s not saying, and it only makes Derek more intrigued. He wants to uncover the layers, to dig into the secret the doctor seems to dangle just out of reach. It’s unsettling, the way it feels like Dr. Stilinski can see right through him, straight to his core.

“Did you grow up here?” Derek asks.

The doctor tilts his head, his lips twitching. “Yes.”

“So you know, then.”

“Yes,” the doctor confirms, and Derek is once again caught off by his transparent honesty, expecting him to circumvent the question and segue into Derek’s childhood instead.

The doctor drops his pen and notepad onto the coffee table between them with a smack, his elbows over his knees as his hands clasp between his spread legs. Derek is unable to pull his gaze away.

“I’d like to help you, Derek. If you want that, you must promise me one thing.”

Derek’s heart speeds up. He’s not even sure what this promise is, but he finds himself nodding, a short twitch of acknowledgment.

“Do not lie to me. I promise, in return, to grant you the same courtesy.”

Derek nods again, his mouth slightly parted. Dr. Stilinski raises an eyebrow, a silent request for an affirmative verbal answer.

It’s not like Derek can casually announce it as if surrounded by like-minded peers in a support group: “Hi, I’m Derek, and I’m a murderer.” Promises mean nothing to Derek without a foundation of trust, and that comes with time and still a sneaking sense of suspicion; though he wonders if, when the moment comes, lying will even be possible. Derek can always tell, and he suspects Dr. Stilinski can, too.

“Okay,” Derek breathes out.

This seems to please him, the corners of his mouth twitching, his deep gaze locking Derek in. “Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

There’s something about him Derek can’t quite place, an air shrouded in deliberate mystery. It’s as if he’s setting the pieces on a board for a game only known to him, his every move premeditated, a mischievous glint in his eyes as if daring Derek to join him.

As Derek stands to leave, Stilinski rises with him and reaches across the coffee table to grasp Derek’s hand in a firm grip. The doctor takes a deep breath, shoulders lifting with the inhale, an easy smile playing on his lips. "Call me Stiles."

Derek’s not quite sure what to make of their first session. That doctor could read Derek like an open book, and he wonders what else Stiles might know about him if he grew up here. The thought of not returning crosses his mind, afraid of what Stiles might uncover if they continue. But an undeniable fascination settles within him as he glances back at the contemporary house tucked away inside a cove of trees, feeling eyes on him as he departs. Despite everything, he knows he’ll be returning.

[imaginespazzi]

Pazzi Drabble #2: Not Yet, Maybe Soon

Words: 933

TW: Light Swearing, Paige's ACL Injury

64 missed calls from Big Head Fudd

paige?

call me back please

are you still at the hospital???? did they do an mri??

hello??

dude?

PAIGE

k i'll just call carol for more info then i guess

please talk to me

just call me whenever ok?

i love you

There are more texts and if Paige closes her eyes, she can picture her best friend throughout the day, hunched over her phone, fingers tapping away frantically. She'd almost texted her back, almost picked up some of the missed calls, and then stopped herself. She hadn't been ready yet. Truthfully, she's not sure she's ready now but the overwhelming need to hear Azzi's voice pushes her to finally call her best friend back. She answers on the second ring.

"I bought a new fortnite skin," Paige blurts out before Azzi can even say anything. It's so random but she knows Azzi will understand why.

"Well at least it wasn't new shoes," Azzi says slowly, "we need to get you a financial consultant or something."

"I have one and I'll have you know he thinks it's an amazing investment."

"Well you should fire him them because investment? Really?"

"You're just jealous," Paige huffs. Bickering with Azzi feels so natural, so easy; she wants to lose herself in the comfort of it and just forget.

"Of your new fortnite skin? Absolutely not," and Paige can feel Azzi rolling her eyes through the phone. It almost makes her smile, almost.

"You're awake pretty late," Paige says after a beat.

"Yeah well, iwaswaitingforyoutocall," Azzi mumbles and Paige's heart flutters.

"What was that?" she asks and this time she does smile.

"Shut up," Azzi sighs but repeats herself anyway, "I was waiting for you to call. Couldn't sleep without talking to you."

Sometimes Paige wonders if Azzi understands the gravity of the things she says, if she understands the way they hit a part of Paige's soul she hadn't even known existed until Azzi. She pencils the admission into her mind's notebook, in a list titled things azzi says that break my heart and fix it at the same time.

"You're such a sap," Paige teases.

"Only for you Bueckers, only for you." and there's mirth in Azzi's voice but there's a touch of of something else too.

Paige pencils this confession into a list titled maybe it's not all in my head, maybe you feel it too.

They fall into silence. There's something comforting about hearing each other breathe, about listening to the sounds of the other's heartbeat. And amidst the calming quiet, Paige finally feels ready.

"Az," she whispers, the rest of her sentence sitting heavy on the tip of her tongue, "I tore my ACL."

The words hang in the air like a thick fog that suffocates Paige. She's known it all day. She'd known it the minute she'd torn it. But saying it out loud is different. Saying it out loud is making it a reality, her reality.

"Fuck," she curses, as the first tear slides down her cheeks, followed by a second and then a third until there's a constant stream flowing down her face, "shit. I tore my ACL."

"Paige," Azzi says, and she's never been one for a fake it'll be okay, not when she knows it won't be, not for a while at least but she hopes, Paige can hear the i'll be here for it all that she wraps around the whisper of her best friend's name.

"I'm not gonna play this season. I barely played last year and now, I'm out again," Paige says slowly, the admissions falling down from her lips like dominoes, "I'm not gonna play basketball properly for almost a year. Fuck."

Paige doesn't really know a life beyond basketball. After her family, everything she had, had come from basketball. The game had given her everything, including the girl on the other end of the phone. As she finally admits to herself that the game's been taken away from her, no matter how temporary it might be, Paige feels lost.

"What do I do," she pleads desperately, "Azzi, fuck, what do I do now?"

It takes Azzi a moment to gather her thoughts, to pry herself away from the misery she feels herself and be strong for her best friend.

"Tonight, you let yourself break," she says finally, remembering something her mother had said during her own ACL injury, "and tomorrow, you start to power through."

"Right," Paige leans back against the backboard, closing her eyes and repeating it to herself, "power through. God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers."

"And you're the strongest of them all Paige. You're gonna get through this and I'll be right by your side for all of it, " Azzi says firmly, and the promise of it, of Azzi being there, loosens the knot in Paige's chest just a little bit.

"I wish you were here right now," Paige confesses. In the grand scheme of things, missing Azzi is not a new concept to Paige. They'd been apart far more than they'd been together for most of their friendship. But it's different this time and she's not quite ready to give a name to dull ache in her chest that rise every time's she's not around Azzi.

"I wish I was too," Azzi says softly. She means it more than she can ever convey.

There are deeper things, deeper feelings, that they hide behind those wishes. And perhaps one day, they'll have the courage to not hide those three words behind platitudes of friendship. But not yet, maybe soon.

***

A/N: Hello my lovelies <3. Look at me actually living up to a deadline I set for myself! I kinda hate how I ended this but I genuinely did not know how to finish it so whelp. Anyways, I hope that was a good quick read and I promise I will finally write something happy next time. Have a lovely weekend and let's get another W on Sunday!!

[kairiscorner]

OK THIS JUST CAME TO MIND

imagine pav x grumpy reader

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

"come onnnnn, just curve your lips, then bam, you're drop dead gorgeous!" pav says as he curves your lips with the ends of his pointer fingers, smiling for demonstration as he does or because of how funny you seem when he's trying to teach you how to smile.

the moment he lets go of your lips, your smile doesn't last another second. you're back to frowning, being, what pav loves to call you: a grump. he groaned. "ugh, it's like you don't have a bone of fun and happiness in you! no wonder spider man's fed up with your attitude..." he mutters to himself.

you put your hands on your hips and furrow your eyebrows at him. "what did you say, prabhakar?" you asked in a stern tone, a tone that was as cold as a blizzard. it was tense, pav shivered when you asked him the question.

he smiled nervously and laughed. "ah, um... no, nothing, nothing." he said as he fidgeted with his fingers, then ran a hand through his wavy hair. "i'm just concerned for you, y'know. maybe in a year or two, you won't wanna be this, like... this cesspool of grumpiness. i've seen you smile before, i mean, uh... i've heard you're capable of real fun. and i want to see that version of you." he said with a more genuine smile, and with a tone that was nothing but sincerity but into sound.

you looked at pav with a puzzled look, you raised your eyebrows, your eyes widened a little as you listened to him. but you refused to put down your angry demeanor and crossed arms over your chest. "if this is some elaborate plan in getting me to act childish, well guess what, it's backfired. miserably." you say with emphasis on 'miserably'.

pav looked at you with a saddened eyes. "it's not, though!" he retorted, trying to convince you with all his might. "i've seen you smile before, i swear it! i'd never lie, even towards you! you have such bright eyes when you smile, such beautiful teeth that i can't help but stare at, and don't get me started on your lips! the way they curve when... you're having time of your life, i've--" pav cuts himself off to look at you, red in the face and widened eyes.

"...i really like you." he confesses, looking away from you, a little ashamed of himself that he was trying to force you to smile all because he wanted to see it again. he liked you, no, he loved you, all this time.

you felt a warmth creep up your cheeks, it enveloped around your face, and soon, you were blushing.

"i'm sorry, okay? i just... i love seeing you smile, i love seeing you enjoy yourself, i want to make you so, so happy, you have no idea–" he trails off as you cup his face in one hand and look at him with furrowed eyebrows yet again.

"do you mean it?" you ask him, your tone still stern. pav wasn't really scared nor happy you were acknowledging his answer, more so on confused. "um... yeah." he admitted, looking into your eyes. "i'd never, ever want to lie to you." he added, to which you sighed.

"good. because i'd hate it if such a sweet, pretty boy wanted to play with my heart." you said in a calmer tone, squeezing his cheeks together.

pav looked at you, blushing, and in disbelief–there, right in front of him, was the love of his life; he knew you were prickly, a little too prickly for some, but he loved all your rough edges just as much as he loved your smoother sides.

there, you smiled in front of him, sincerely–for the first time.

and pav could feel his heart about to leap out of his chest.

boy, did he love you.

"what's it gonna take for me to get you to smile like that all the time?" he asked you teasingly. "a whole lot of patience. and maybe, just, maybe... your annoying ass bothering me with all your love." you teased him back.

he's always up for teasing his favorite cesspool of grumpiness.

[swampstew]

Meet the Kid Pirates HR Director/Emotional Support Human ~ Heat

Ok, look I get it. The Kid Pirates look raving mad and chaotic. I don’t blame you for feeling nervous when you see one up close and personal. They’re tall, loud, violent, and brash, and their outfits! I swear to you though, Heat is by FAR the least aggressive out of ALL of them. Unless you’re an enemy, in which case Heat will roast you like a rotisserie chicken. Within the crew though? He’s the man! He looks a bit like a ghoul, but he’s a ghoul with a heart of gold. He’s Heat the Director of HR.

Meet the Master Strategist Strategist 🡢  ☠️ Meet your Vice-Captain 🡢  ☠️ Meet your Captain -> ☠️

When he’s in work mode, Heat takes his job seriously. With Wire’s assistance, the two run ship operations on behalf of Kid and Killer. They assign tasks to the crew, keep the ship up to Kid’s standards, and handle all the micro inconveniences of being a Captain that Kid doesn’t like want to do.

Since Heat’s super power is his empathy – no, not his fire breathing though that is also very useful – he’s the person who everyone comes to talk to. Be it professional advice, personal help, talk the shit, whatever, Heat is always down to clown or just talk to people. He’s a laid back guy, bit of a people pleaser, who enjoys other peoples company for the most part; unlike his three comrades who are more introverted than him, the guy with deep scars engrained in his face and neck.

Heat loves to party. Any reason is a good one to cut loose, get drunk, over indulge in Killer’s cooking, and have fun. A pirate’s life is grueling as it is awesome, so Heat tries to live every day to the fullest. You can also attribute his laid back attitude to all the weed he smokes. He’s Wire’s best customer! Sober or not sober, Heat’s attitude is the same either way. He might have a melancholy face but the dude is the nicest son of a gun on the entire ship. He once admitted that the crew is his family and being a pirate is everything he ever wanted, that’s why he’s so happy all the time. Awww.

As talented as he is with complex feelings and crew management, Heat also has another super skill. No its still not the fire breathing. The man can do hair. Have you seen his flawless locs? He twists them himself and has been for years. He’s the unofficial hair stylist on the crew for anyone needing help dying their hair. What, you thought the baby blue was natural? HAH. His outfit of choice was of course, like everyone else on the crew, created with an assist by Wire. That’s his bro. His bro would never let him leave the house ship looking like an idiot.

Oh my gods ok enough with the fire breathing, I know you want to know! The truth is…shrugs shoulders…its just a thing he does. He doesn’t have a devil fruit power and he’s pretty positive he wasn’t cursed by a Witch. Ever since he was a wee lad, Heat has had the gift of fire breathing. It does come in handy, its saved his life plenty of times before he was a pirate and before he was a gang leader too.

No one on this ship had a happy childhood. If they had happy childhoods, do you think they’d be sailing around the world with someone who is basically their hotheaded, younger brother with a higher body count than Dracule Mihawk, and actually take orders from him? Fucking ridiculous. Everyone's emotional irregulation and anger issues means Heat's work is never done. His therapist cup runneth over.

He's the person you can relate to the most out of the top brass, the one who handles most internal conflicts within the crew that are not Boss-related incidents. Heat is compassionate but it doesn’t make him a pushover. He’s The Guy who enforced the word BOUNDARIES on the Victoria Punk just so the Captain couldn’t bully the fuck out of everyone smaller than him. Those peaceful and lull moments on the ship? Your bedroom door not being kicked down on Kid’s every whim? Yeah, thank Heat for those.

Heat's heart and soul are devoted to Kid and the crew, don't ever underestimate what he'd do or who he'd cut down to honor their pride.

Welcome to the crew and practice your breathing exercises!

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #9: Lie

Based on this piece of art by the wonderful and amazing @fluffyweeby Tysm for allowing me to write this, and I hope I do these boys justice :3

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Jason x Damian (PLATONIC)

Lee: Damian

Ler: Jason

Warnings: Tickles! Sibling bonding :3

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A little bird (also known as Tim) had told Jason that Damian was allegedly ticklish.

"Pfft, no way" was what Red Hood thought at first, but the possibility of it still lingered in his mind. I mean, how cute and funny would it be if Damian of all people started squealing like a kid? I mean, he was a kid after all. If anything, he'd be doing him a favor.

Being as nonchalant as he was, Jason went with the most straightforward approach possible. "Hey Dami, are you ticklish?"

"No, don't ask stupid questions Todd" the younger one deadpaned in his usual harsh tone. But you gotta remember, this is a family of detectives. It wasn't hard for Jason to notice the way Damian avoided eye contact and the slightest drop of sweat forming on his forehead. He practically gave himself away, but the fun is seeing it for yourself.

"Not ticklish at all? So really nothing, huh?" Jason had approached the younger male, his hands instantly latching onto Robin's sides.

"Mhmmmm—" Damian had to bite down on his lip to prevent any sound to come out. He'd be damned if the superior Robin got taken down with mere tickles, not like he was ticklish though...

"So if I were to tickle here or here you wouldn't laugh?~" Jason's amused smirk grew wider as he experimented on different spots, prodding at his ribs, fluttering his fingers under his arms, even reaching up to the youngling's neck. Although he didn't get a proper reaction yet, watching Damian struggling to keep his composure was a joy in it's own.

"N-nope! Cause I'm not tiHIcklish!" Damian's hands instantly flew up to cover his mouth when his voice raised in pitch. It seemed that Jason had snuck his hands down and gave a surprise squeeze to his hips.

The ex-assasin shot a glare up at his older brother "Todd, I swear—"

"Yeah yeah, swear all you want~" Jason retored teasingly as he continued to knead his fingers along the sensitive waist.

"HNGH!" Damian doubled over, his hands clutching around his stomach for dear life. His face transitioning through all the red colors imaginable.

"C'mon, baby bird. Can't hold it in forever~" Jason managed to pick up the shorter male with ease, swinging him over his shoulder.

"Gah! Unhand me right now!" Damian tried kicking and punching his way out, but Jason was too resilient.

"Not yet, I still got another spot to test out~" Jason gave a squeeze to Damian's knee, testing out the waters. Once he felt a sharp gasp escape his younger brother, he knew he had hit the jackpot.

"W-wait! bwAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHODD, LET ME GOHOHO!" Damian squealed and thrashed around Jason's hold, trying so hard to break free. Alas, his big bro could be just as stubborn as him.

"Woah! Who knew that you could laugh so cutely?~" Jason kept wriggling his fingers along the soft spot behind his knees, sending Damian into a fit of hysterics.

"I-IHIHI'LL KILL YOHOU! GAHAHAHAHA!"

"Whatever you say, kid" threats aside, it was pretty cute seeing his baby bro acting like a kid for once. Not that Jason would admit that out loud.

Once Damian started hiccuping through his laughter, Jason decided to show a bit of mercy and put him back down. The young Robin instantly sucked in as much air as he could, his cheeks were still all flushed and he was desperately trying to fight back the leftover smile.

"I... *hic* I will have my revenge..." he declared before storming out of the room, classic Damian.

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IM SORRY IF THIS IS ASS IM TRYING OK?! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING THEM AND IM AIDHAKRHKSHRKSHE

[echo-of-the-eye]

Arcane season 2 arc 3 live thoughts:

SPOILERS

• Damn the timebomb shippers are being fed tonight. Gotta admit I never really saw it but I think I get it now. They’re cute.

• Time travel and alternate dimensions is. Interesting? Not what I was expecting exactly but I don’t mind (well the time travel I kinda expected. I don’t know shit about lol but I’ve heard people say that’s part of ekko’s powers). It can be kinda an overdone trope but I think they did it really well.

• Alt powder is interesting. Find it hard to believe that she’s this.. stable? Even if she lived a much better life she still lost vi in a very traumatic accident that was TECHNICALLY her fault. And I think it’s been implied that she was predisposed to mental illness even as a child. That said she might still be having hallucinations but is just better at coping with them. It was sweet to see her happy though even if she was barely recognizable (which I guess is kinda the point)

• Also alt powder looks like Melanie king (as much as you can look like a character with no canon design, but you know what I mean)

• Was there? Something between mylo and claggor?? I swear they shared a look.

• Heimerdinger no! (Jk I don’t really care about him, he was fun I guess. And he can sing!?)

• The apocalyptic timeline was scary as hell. Jayce had it ROUGH. His actions are pretty understandable now. Still not quite out of the question mark zone.

• MEL!?!!!!

• Viktor is alive! Good for me. Probably terrible for everyone else.

• Oh. Oh Viktor. Noo….. oh he’s so problematic now.

• Oh jinx:(((( my heart

• VIKTOR!!?!! Oh god he’s gonna be the main antagonist isn’t he? I was afraid this would happen. “My partner died in this room” AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH yeah he did. That’s not Viktor anymore:( He’s an extension of the arcane.

• God my feelings about him are so complicated. He is so so wrong. But I stand by my cancelled wife.

• Ok they’re not allowed to do this to me. Jinx I love you.

• Pfft. Jayce’s outfit looks ridiculous.

• Oh topside and bottom coming together

• CAITVI LETS GOOOOO!

• In a prison cell? Really?

• Vander:(

• Oh god Viktor. I didn’t think it could get worse. I’m guessing this is what the lol fans have been talking about. I’m kinda sad honestly. Viktor is my second favorite (after jinx) and even though everyone in the show is morally gray (except maybe ekko) it still hurts to see a character I love basically become a villain. Like it’s a good story and arc, but still sad to see. Especially cause I wasn’t expecting it going into s2. I guess I can kinda comfort myself with the fact that it basically isn’t him anymore. It’s easier to accept that he’s dead and what we’re seeing is not him (which is what Jayce did) but at what point do we stop being ourselves?

• Alright final episode, let’s see how it goes.

• Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck starting of strong I see! Jiiinnxxxx!!! My girl:(

• Nooo Vi’s friend is dead:(

• MADDIE??!?!!!!??!!?!!!???! I FUCKING KNEW SHE WAS TERRIBLE!!! Guess she didn’t take the breakup well (jk I’m guessing she was with ambessa the whole time)

• HELL YEAH!!! JINX AND EKKO LETS GO!

• Gotta admit I’m not the biggest fan of jinx’s new look

• Ah fate vs free will. The good ole question. Love that shit. (Viktor are you secretly with The Web?)

• Hell yeah Mel!

• Ekko to the rescue! Truly the boy savior.

• Omgogmgmmtogmgmtmshhahajak

• I. Do not have the words. I’m a sobbing mess.

• Viktor’s still in there! DOOMED YAOI! They’re almost as good as jmart (though nothing could ever live up to them). Good shit. I am now fully on board the jayvik train. I love them so much! Gay love couldn’t save them but at least it could bring Viktor back to clarity for a moment. ALSO I FUCKING CALLED IT ON VIKTOR BEING TGE WIZARD!! I didn’t say anything cause either thought I was being stupid but when I first saw him in ep7 I thought it was Viktor at first and then got the feeling it was him before he sent Jayce back! There had to be a reason they were dressed so similar! The time travel is kinda fucking with me but damn. Viktor is the one who saved Jayce!

• Jinx;-; heartbreaking but it felt like a fitting end for her. Going out with the monkey bomb, taking Vander with her.

• They fucking killed both of my faves! At least vi and ekko are okay

• God that was so fucking good. Was kinda concerned at first, the battle was awesome but wasn’t really feeling the emotions. Jokes on me cause the emotions definitely hit me

[haikyu-after-dark]

Korai Hoshiumi x Tall, Chubby Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, so much mutual pining, angst

WC: 4.1k

AN: we are getting to the climax (😏)VERY soon 👀

Broken Pipes Masterlist

6pm, Friday Night

The hotel lobby was empty as Korai walked in, exhausted from a long practice, a practice that was even more mentally draining because you had been there. Korai thought back to earlier.

“Wow this place is massive! Is this all for the Adlers?” You asked, staring in awe of the large gymnasium located just a few blocks from your hotel. It was actually a nice walk and it felt good getting fresh air.

Korai held the door open to the gym as you stepped inside, your wedged heels clicking firmly on the gym floor. You opted to wear a sundress with a cardigan and a pair of sensible heels. You wanted to make a good impression on the coach, hoping you could possibly persuade him that Korai had been untreated fairly and that this was all your fault.

“Yep, it’s pretty sweet. We have a gym, a track and a full pool too. Usually the pool gets rented out but we use it endurance training sometimes,” he remarked as you looked around. It was a beautiful gym decorated in the cooks of the Adlers. It looked relatively new and like no expense was spared.

“It’s beautiful! I can only imagine how amazing it would be to work in a place like this. Korai loved hearing you say that, hoping that soon he would get a chance to ask you to leave your lavish modeling life behind and exchange it for one of a meager manager. He tried to convince himself that it sounded a lot more romantic than it actually did.

“You can wait here, I’ll just going to get changed and I’ll be right back,” he said as you nodded, looking cute and sexy as hell in the short sundress you wore. You were determined to look nice, to make a good impression.

“Don’t worry Korai, we’ll keep an eye on our sweet little YN,” Heiwajima yelled from across the gym floor as he and Romero came walking over.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he answered as Romero fake gasped pulling a laugh from you.

“Hey Yn, coach says you can come and we can talk in his office. Korai once your dressed, you can come too,” Hirugami said, coming up to you and smiling. You stood, giving Korai a smile as Hirugami escorted you to the office. Korai quickly ran to the locker room, changing before making his way to the offices. He saw coaches door cracked open as he knocked, entering when summoned to see you seated across from coach with Hirugami leaning against the wall.

“Have a seat Korai,” Coach said, motioning for him to sit next to you, “Miss LN was just explains to me what happened.”

“Please call me YN sir and like I was saying, Korai did nothing wrong. My manager isn’t the nicest person and can be rather brass at times. He’s very devoted to my career and can sometimes overstep.”

Sometimes was a bit of an understatement and you knew it.

“Korai was protecting me, if anything I should be thanking him for what he did! I don’t want him getting in trouble over something like this, especially when it wasn’t his fault.”

“YN, I understand and I’ll admit, I didn’t believe the complaint matched Korai’s behavior. I’ve know him for several years and this is the first complaint we’ve ever received about him,” the coach said as you face dropped.

This was his first complaint and it was all because he was standing up for you? You felt awful, tarnishing his record after years of it being spotless all because you simply couldn’t stand up for yourself. As of noticing the switch, Korai turned to you and lifted your chin, peering into your eyes as you tried desperately to hold back tears.

“YN it’s ok, I’m not mad, nobody is,” he said, trying to make you feel even an ounce better. You nodded, sucking in the tears and looking at the coach.

“I appreciate you coming Yn and I can tell you care very much for Korai, unfortunately he did sign the document pleading guilty so I can’t take away the fine but I assure you, this will not be made public nor will it follow Korai. Once the fine is paid, the matter is considered settled and we move on,” the coach said as you deflated, feeling like your efforts to persuade the coach had all been in vein.

“Then I insist on paying the fine,” you said as the coach and Hirugami stared at you and Korai’s head shot in your direction.

“What did I say this morning huh? I said if the fine stands, I’ll pay it,” Korai spat as you slowly turned your head, your eyes meeting his with an icy glare.

“Oh I heard you but it doesn’t mean I have to do what you say,” you ground out as you turned to the coach, “can you please direct me where to pay it?”

“Oh shit,” Hirugami snorted, trying to cover his laugh as Korai’s glare shot to him. The coach was trying his best to keep his composure, unsure how to react to your assertive behavior.

“Well umm-”

“Don’t you dare tell her how to pay it!” Korai shouted, standing up and leaning over the desk, “you know what, I’ll just take care of it right now and then it’s done.” He turned around, leaving the desk and stomping to the locker room. The door slammed as all the guys watch him, Heiwajima whistling at Korai’s behavior.

“What happened?” Sokolov asked as Korai went to his locker.

“She thinks she’s paying my fine and when I told her that I said I was paying it she said she didn’t have to listen to me! Can you believe that?” Korai whined as he tried to undo his lock, annoyed that it seemed to not be cooperating.

“Why don’t you just let her pay it? I mean, it would kinda be like having a sugar mama or something,” Romero laughed as Korai picked up a towel and threw it at the spiker. He finally got his locker open, grabbing his phone and wallet and heading out to the main office. He stomped his way there, approaching the office manager.

“Hello Mr. Hoshiumi, how can I assist you?” The manager said as he leaned on the desk.

“Yeah I got a fine to pay,” he said, shuffling through his wallet for his credit card.

“Oh yes, umm well Miss Yn just took care of that. She left you this note and said to give it to you when you showed up,” the manager said as Korai sighed heavily, annoyed that she had beat him to the punch.

“We’ll void hers and take mine,” he said, pushing his card into the managers direction. The managers eyes widened as they put their hands up in surrender.

“I-I’m sorry Mr. Hoshiumi, I can’t void the transaction once it’s processed,” the manager whispered.

“Korai leave them alone! It’s done, let it go!” Hirugami shouted as Korai growled in anger, grabbing the letter you had left.

He opened the letter and smiled-

Korai,

The main office was like 10 feet away from the coaches office. The minute you left, Coach showed me because Hirugami refused to be apart of your villain origin story. Anyways, I paid it and it’s taken care of. See you back at the hotel <3

xoxoxo

YN <3

Entering your shared hotel room, Korai heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom as he quickly turned and locked the door. Practice had dragged on and he was exhausted. He had eventually gotten over the little stunt you pulled earlier and vowed to find some way to pay you back. The issue of having money wasn’t the problem, it was that he didn’t want you to pay the price for something you had no part in. He put his bag to the side, sighing as he walked in.

The entry way felt warm and moist, noting that there was fog building up on the small mirror in the hallway. The glass sliding door leading to the bathroom was open partially, leading him to assume that it hadn’t shut all the way. It was really in impractical door, no lock and only obscured by the frost color that covered it. Without thinking, he went to shut it, looking up out of habit. In that mere moment, his entire body went ridged, his mouth instantly going dry.

There you were , standing in the glass shower, fully naked as you washed your hair, the soap flowing down your perfect back to your unbelievable ass. His heart speed up as he continued to watch, knowing fully that his voyeurism was inappropriate but being unable to look away. Ge had never seen you naked before, having only explored your body under the cover of clothing. He was definitely kicking himself now for leaving you high and dray that day. He watched as you turned around, you hands still massaging your hair as Korai got his first glimpse of your gorgeous breasts and glorious pussy. He felt himself growing hard at the mere sight of your impeccable body as you hummed along to a tune he had absolutely no interest in remembering.

You picked up your soap and sponge, beginning to wash your body, bending over to get every single inch of silky skin. He gulped at the view of your ass bent over sending him spiraling into the thought of being able to drive his cock hard into your pussy from behind. You stood under the shower, rinsing your body off as your hands melted over every once of your flawless skin. You picked your hair up, ringing it out before clipping it up, showcasing your beautiful back, ass and those lucious, thick thighs. God what he wouldn’t do to camp between those thighs for hours, or better yet, have you sit in his face. If he died, he died. He would be fully ready to admit defeat if he could die by the hands of your fantastic thighs crushing his head. He was hard, so unbelievably hard from just those 3 minutes of bliss. He snapped from his thoughts as you turned the water off, grabbing a towel as he quickly walked away from the door, trying desperately to process what exactly just happened.

His mind filled with every possible thought of anything that could make him less hard, hoping go at least manage his problem until he could get into the shower. The problem was that everything he thought of somehow got turned back into your sexy form. Hell even thinking about the disgusting Adlers locker room had him thinking about fucking you against the lockers. God what was wrong with him?!? He jumped when he heard your voice, turning his head as his eyes widened again.

“Hey how was practice?” You asked standing in your hotel towel, the length barely covering your body fully as Korai stared. You’d never been fond of hotel towels before but right now, right now they were your best friend. You were drying your hair with another towel as you watched him, smirking a little at how flustered he was. His face was red and he uncomfortably shifted his shorts, trying to make room for the growing erection.

“Hey are you ok?” You prompted as he shot up, fumbling over his words, doing everything he could to avoid looking at you.

“uhh yeah sorry just a long day. You know, volleyball and stuff. Lots of boobs- BALLS falling all over the gym and stuff, ” he squeaked out as you giggled at his beet red face.

“Oh? Sounds pretty stressful,” you smirked as he turned to head to the shower. He walked past you as you stuck your arm out, stopping his movements as he looked over at you, his eyes locking on yours as a bead of sweat drifted down his brow.

“You were just acting funny, almost like you seen me naked of something?” Smiling and winking at him, you made you way to your clothes, his face heating with embarrassment as be booked it towards the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, he sighed, his hands on the counter leaning in as he looked into the mirror. It was obvious that you knew exactly how much you affected him and he was sick of constantly holding himself back.

“Oh two can definitely play this game” he thought, smirking to himself as he began to undress, turning the shower on and heading in. He had no idea how you had seen him or even if you had seen him but he sure wasn’t going to let you get off that easy. He had purposely left the door open, just a cracked like he assumed you had, only this time he was going to flip the tables.

You sat in your tank top and shorts, brushing through your hair when you heard it. At first, you weren’t exactly sure what it was but then, you heard it again.

Korai was moaning in the shower.

You shot out of the chair, trying hard to figure out what to do. You can’t say you had really planned to leave the shower door open for Korai to see in but you also just happened to plan your shower for exactly the time he would be coming home. You knew he’d see you and that it would probably affect him, but leaving the door open for you to hear him? What a dirty trick!

The idea of Korai being into both exhibitionism and voyeurism was almost too much to bare. You could feel you body begin to heat up, the wetness growing in your panties as you slowly crept towards the slightly askew glass door. The idea of glass bathroom does was rather weird, at first but now? Now it was opening a portal to view the Greek god that was Korai Hoshiumi.

You knew Korai was hot. Anyone with eyes could see that. Having seen him several times without his shirt and in his low slung gym shorts or sweatpants had been the literal highlight of your entire day. You could almost paint a picture from memory based on all the times you’d watch his hot ass walk around shirtless. In fact, it took almost a full day before you could actually meet his eyes after viewing his gorgeous chest.

However you weren’t prepared for the literal perfection that was Korai Hoshiumi standing before you. His body was lean and muscular, his ass firm but round. The man looked like he belonged in a museum in Rome, like a sculpture come to life. His white hair wet and laying in his face as he braced himself against the tiles. You could see his strong, muscular hand bracing in the wall as you felt your panties growing wetter from the mere sight of him. His hand flexing as you imagined him digging it into your plush thighs, ass and stomach, imagining the bruises that each finger would leave on your supple skin.

His Abs flexing as he slowly moved his hand up and down his thick shaft, his movements absolutely breathtaking. He continued to stroke himself as his mouth fell slack, his eyes squeezing tighter as he sped up his fast movements. The thought of him fucking you in the shower sending pulses of pleasure to your core as you felt yourself growing more and more turned on. You subconsciously moved your thighs, rubbing them together as you desperately tried to persuade yourself not to reach down and finger yourself right then and there to his motions.

He pumped his hand faster as you felt yourself biting your lip at the thought of his cock deep inside of you. He groaned, his head falling back as he released his load all over the side of the shower, his body heaving as you stood watching. The sight of his beautiful, orgasmic face sending pulses through your core. He turned around, head falling under the spray as you watched his back muscles ripple from his arms combing thought his hair. He hit the water off as you quickly ran back into the main room, grabbing your phone and sitting down. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to get whatever friction you could to release some of the build up pressure that was growing. You felt the wetness seeping into your cotton undies as you mentally cursed yourself, figuring out a way to change them without Korai noticing. Surly you running to the bathroom right after he had jerked off wouldn’t be suspicious right?

You heard the door slide open as Korai appeared, towel wrapped around his waist as he loomed over at you. The towel for him much better than it did you but still, thank god for those flimsy towels. You continued to look down, ignoring him. There was no way you could meet his face right now. He smirked as he grabbed his gym shorts and went back into the bathroom to change, re-emerging to find you digging in your bag on the floor.

Your ass was up in the air as you looked deep in your tote for something. Korai groaned as your shorts rode up, your ass hanging out the bottom as Korai shamelessly stared. All the times things have started and been interrupted flood to his brain. He could have been fucking you for days now if the entire world hadn’t been against him. You finally found what you were looking for as you turned around holding a compact as you're eyes met his. Those same sweet doe eyes that he craved to look into while he fucked your throat or to watch roll back into that pretty head as he rubbed your clit and fucked you into the mattress. The vision of you moaning his name loudly was finally what set him over the edge.

“Man fuck this!” Korai growled, reaching you in three strides as he grabbed you and slammed his lips against yours. You moaned at the contact on his big arms against your soft skin, his arms holding tight around you as yours went to his neck. You deepened the kiss, pulling your tall body against his as his hands began to sink into your lush flesh. He massaged it gently, pulling moans from you as he quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth, teeth knocking as you hurriedly rubbed against each other. This wasn’t like the other times, this was more passionate and hurried, the desperation from the tension of the past few days finally boiling over.

He pulled you forward, a squeak emerging from your mouth as his tongue massaged yours pulling another moan from you, your tongues battling for dominance. You body heated as his grip tightened on you, pulling you close as you felt his erection probing you. Your breast pushing into him, your hardened nipples poking through your tank top and hitting his chest.

One of his hands palmed your ass as he groaned, you hand tugging his hair a little as your lips settled, moving effortlessly together. He pulled off, kissing down your neck as your head feel back, exposing more flesh for him to consume. His cock was so incredibly hard and he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to take care of this and take care of you now.

“Fuck angel,” he moaned kissing, sucking and licking your skin as he continued to grope your ass, pulling your pelvis into meet his. If you tried hard enough, you could probably cum just from the friction alone. It had only been a day since you’d actually touched yourself but with Korai in your presence, your sex drive had definitively increased.

“Korai you feel so good. I-I really need you!” you cried as he continued to assault your neck and chest.

“You saw me jerking off didn’t you baby? Saw how hard you make me. God I can’t stop thinking about fucking you,” he whispered into your ear as you moaned and ground harder into him. He sucked hard at the base of your neck as you called out in pleasure.

“I watched you in the shower and god baby, you’re fucking incredible. Literally the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

The confession made you grind harder into him pulling a hiss from him as his hands moved under your ass, heaving you into the air as he headed towards the bed. He laid you down, his lips reattaching to yours as he crawled on top of you, hands searching for any bare skin he could find.

“Korai please don’t stop, I can already feel that I’m close,” you moaned as the kiss broke and his eyes met yours.

“Where do you want me YN? I want to feel what I do to you,” He panted heavily as you heaved, your pupils fully dilated and filled with lust.

“I want-”

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“What in the actual fuck!” Korai shouted as he stayed on top of you. He rose up a little and continued to shout.

“Get lost!”

A voice shouted angerly from behind the door as you recognized the tone immediately.

“That’s Michael,” you panted as Korai gritted his teeth, rolling off the bed.

“Stay right there YN! Don’t you dare move!” he growled at you as you stayed put, Korai heading the door and yanking it open.

“What in the absolute FUCK do you want?” he spat out as Michael scowled at him.

“Move, I need to speak with YN now!” Michael scoffed as Korai blocked his entrance with his body, arms crossed and flared boring holes into the idiot that you called a manager.

“Dude do you not understand the meaning of the term ‘no’? Seems like you should pick up a dictionary on your way out!” Korai shouted as you sat up from the bed, slowly getting up to listen.

“I don’t have to listen to miscreants lile you Mr. Hoshiumi,” Michael spat “and while we are at it, may I ask where you shirt is?”

You came up behind Korai, putting your hands on his back and stomach as he swung his arm around you possessively.

“YN what the hell are you doing?” Michael said, shocked at your display of affection towards Korai.

“Michael, you told me Tuesday, its Friday. I still have a few days off! And by the way, I know about you reporting Korai! How could you?!?”

Michael glared at you both, his eyes focused on Korai’s arm around your waist.

“I just came to tell you that tomorrow night you will be expected at a fashion show. Balenciaga’s new collection is dropping and they requested you be there!” he cheered, completely ignoring you as you stared dumbfounded at him.

“I’m going to Korai’s game tomorrow night,” you said as Korai stood up straighter, chest filling with pride.

Michael’s eyes narrowed, a scowl crossing his face as he glared at you, “I warned you YN, I warned you about men like this! You never ever listen do you?” His face grew closer to you as you slowly moved back, Korai moving in front of you to block an advancing Michael.

“One more move and you won’t be attending fashion shows ever again!” Korai growled as Michael curled his lip.

“Throwing your career away from this YN?” Michael said snapping at you, “this man who only wants you for your pussy and ass? Hell he probably wants to film you two having sex and then sell it to the media! He’s going to ruin you YN!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Korai shouted, lunging forward as you grabbed him, pulling him back as you calmly placed yourself in between the two squabbling men.

“I’m going to Korai's game Michael, now please leave! I’m done talking about this!” you said, tears filling your eyes as Michael glared at you before turning and leaving your room, the door slamming behind him.

“Fucking prick! God I hate that asshole!” Korai growled as you locked the door again, turning to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, arms on his thighs, head hanging low.

“I’m sorry about him Korai,” you whispered, hugging yourself as tears began to fall down your cheeks. This was all your fault, this whole mess was entirely your doing. Korai looked over, standing and grabbing his shit.

“YN I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending any of this is ok. The way he treats you, the way he treats me! Fuck YN I- I FUCK!” He shouted, as you flinched stepping back as he grabbed his hoes and his bag.

“Korai-”

“I’m leaving YN, don’t wait up,” he said, unlocking the door and walking out, leaving you shattered in his wake.

Taglist @thisbicc @missalienqueen

[gaybd1]

okay let’s dive into this religious trauma lol it’s Brand New and I haven’t articulated it before and would love any advice or guidance bc I can’t afford therapy rn lololol

idk

Ok I grew up in a SUPER evangelical area like kids would stay home from school on Halloween and nobody was allowed to read Harry Potter… that kind of place. All the businesses would close on Sundays, you get it.

My dad actually wasn’t religious until I was 7 years old and he was Born Again and got EMBARRASSINGLY into it

I went to church every Sunday and like a Bible club every Wednesday where we no joke just memorized Bible verses and practiced proselytizing

My parents became missionaries and I spent a lot of my childhood practicing Religious Imperialism in Guatemala

I knew from a young age it was Wrong to be gay (trans wasn’t even in my vocab)

My family was REALLY in the Spiritual stuff which I still believe in because I saw these things happen but am trying to wrap my head around what the actual context might have been: possessions, real life miracles, stuff involving spirits and demons

Two important things happened when I was 14 which were a HUGE basis for the rest of my life:

1. I heard the word “transgender” for the first time. I looked it up and IMMEDIATELY knew that was me but had a HUGE freak out because I thought I would go to hell and I couldn’t lose my family so I immediately decided to repress it which I successfully did for another 6-7 years

2. I had a Religious Breakdown and was like “why am I doing all this bullshit do I even believe in it??” and then I swear to god (hehe god) I suddenly felt the Holy Spirit inside me. Like I’ve felt it since and I can’t describe it but it’s a serious light and presence inside me and I still honestly don’t know what else could explain the feeling

Anyway are these two things related who knowssss

Anyway I kept it up, walking the walk, talking the talk, pushing myself WAY more into femininity

In the first year of college I started IDing as non-binary just to give my still-repressed inner boy SOME relief

By this point I was SO over the proselytizing imperialistic aspects of Christianity but was still 100% in it for the spiritual elements

That summer I started working at a Christian summer camp full time for $100 a week (yeah, and they pressured us to donate some of that back to the camp) and it became my entire fucking personality I ate, slept, and breathed Jesus

I kept working there a few more years. I remember when the Pulse nightclub shooting happened my boss asked me to lead a prayer and I first of all had no idea why I was the one they asked lol but I also felt NOTHING about what had happened. (This memory terrifies me to this day)

At no time during any of this, did anyone tell me it was bad to be gay or trans. I just… had absorbed it all so much from my childhood that I kept pushing the narrative inside myself

A few years passed, I kept going to church and Bible studies, but I started to clear from some of that culty fog. Also my family was a lot less overtly religious at this point? My dad became a total asshole (that’s another post lol) and that kind of Killed the Jesus Mood there

I finally admitted I was trans and dug up those repressed feelings and WOW did I feel sick for what I’d done to myself for years when my identity was RIGHT FUCKING THERE

anyway I came out socially pretty quickly but was still kind of hush hush about it around home but also ASSUMED my family knew at this point, like they have eyes right?? (I was living back with my mom for Family Reasons and was sharing a room with my little sister omg ugh)

I kept going to church and listening to my Christian Music that I swore made me feel the Holy Spirit through all of this

People would give me Looks all the time and I probably was imagining like half of them at least but it still wasn’t a great vibe

I ended up moving to China and was able to find a Secret Illegal evangelical church to go to (THAT’S an entire other post) and I got really involved in the community there and at one point one of the church leaders was praying for me and asked god to like cure me of the confusion in my head and come back to my true identity or some bullshit??? that was so fucking jarring to me I never went back

I’ve started feeling more strongly about my weird feelings since then (that was like 5 years ago?) and haven’t gone to church since then but still tried to keep up the more spiritual aspects like prayer and reading the Bible. I’d go to church when I visited my family and would be fine talking to my mom about more spiritual stuff like prayer and following the Holy Spirit, etc.

My enthusiasm has been fading over time but I kept hanging on to “well I feel the Holy Spirit so this all must be real even though modern Christianity is so perverted from the true tradition but I still love Jesus so I’ll keep following him on my own even though churches suck”

And now pretty recently I’ve been like “okay actually no there are a lot of fucked up people who call themselves Christians and are just evil. I’ve been so hurt by Christianity throughout my life to the point that I denied my OWN identity for years without even being told to. I’ve definitely got some trauma to unpack”

And NOW super recently I have like palpably negative emotional reactions when I see anyone talking about Christianity or my mom mentions she’s gonna be praying for me or something. Like it seems like whatever trauma I have is getting worse??

I’d love to Get Over It…

ALSO if I ever told my mom how I’d feel she’d be so fucking disappointed in me bc she’s been drinking that kool aid her whole life and I CANNOT have my mom disappointed in me lol even though I’m pretty sure my siblings have similar feelings to me about religion

[puppet-strings-and-rabbit-fur]

LOG #1

hello database!! i am back to transfer my information over to you all about my day!! today was quite fun it was my first official day at the circus!! AHHH i am so excited to be here! this place is more vibrant and chaotic than where they found me! though.. i will admit i was tricked by that rabbit again. jax was it? he caught me off guard and then hung me over the balcony and made me 'emote' which wasn't very funny and VERY painful!!! i do NOT like being hung and made dance!! i hope he finds out what popcorn is made of!! RAHHHHH?!?!?!? oh yeah i forgot to talk about todays adventure! well today we went to a cool place called 'beach house' i think? its nearly winter so i dont understand why he did that but oh well. there were loads of hats and cool stuff to do! Caine even let me take a picture of the place!! ill try to upload it up now..

there! thats the hotel!! isnt that so cool?? we got a tour from the owner as they explained that minions went rampant everywhere. all the rooms played the same thing on the TV.. i think it was 'chowder' whatever that means anyways. "childish and dumb." but honestly? i thought it was pretty cool. and then when we went outside jax noticed a motorbike shop.. i dont need to fill in the blanks on what happened do i? oh i do? ok.. so he then grabbed one, stole it and ran gangle over!! poor girl is always getting hurt :( her mask broke too which made me upset. i offered to help her fix it but she said jax would break it even more.. i feel bad for her. jax is a huge #@^!! jax started flying everywhere because he hit a wall and it was honestly kinda funny. until he ended up purposely running over my strings and dragging me across the sand.. EDIT promptly crashed and he blamed me for it!! it was HIS FAULT FOR NOT LOOKING WHERE HES ^#_ING DRIVING?? I SWEAR IM GOING TO… sorry about that. he just really annoys me. i noticed that caine had dissapeared when we entered that portal? strange. everyone acted like it was normal? and then we were told that we had to catch the minion who were ruining the place by throwing their bananas and recking the place.. just like JAX!! we were split into groups. pomni and ragatha handled the west of the beach. kinger and gangle handed the south and me and jax had to handle the north. i dont know where zooble is? i havent seen them today. i dont think they went in the portal. anyways me and jax did find a few minions and caught some and eventually we caught them all but one. which then i had said "jax was the last one. probably because he acts like a yellow little #+)^." jax then blew a raspberry at me!! eventually we DID caught the last little minion. and we were rewarded with these super cool glasses!! that was my day anyways. onto the more cool stuff is i am gonna accept questions about my life at the circus!! no question is too small or big so ask away!! this is marionette pressing ALT+F4!! cya!!

(hi! mod H here. when asking a question try to direct them towards me {ooc stuff} or marionette for in character stuff!! no NSFW questions though. the place and stuff are based off of a real game. its called beach house roleplay on Roblox! link here!! the og was taken down though)

[hellcatinnc]

This Is The Most Raw I Will Be....

So had someone ask me the other day about this figured I would sum things up a bit. First of all I love my otome's and no one will ever be better than Dante Falzone to me. Anyways I have had a thing about professors and find their education and intelligence sexy as hell. They can talk over my head and it just gets sexier. I even want to be a history professor at one point.....Ok getting off the point. Anyways most professors are usually their nerdier type, which means they are shy and get embarrassed easy like blush and stuff. I never had the luxury of having many men teachers in school but all teachers are pretty damn hot to me. So I'm a nerdier/dorkier/geekier girl in general but I will be damn if I don't like seeing a guy shy and blush for me. I swear by the end of this I hope it is understood cause I feel like I'm bouncing between otome, teachers, and nerdy blushy guys lol.

Ok so when I got into otome games I seeked out the teacher type thankfully Lover Pretend did the professor, and a few of voltage games Our Private Homeroom and Afterschool Affairs. I had ran across one even called Bad Medicine - Infectious Teacher (Which I can't find any way to play -sighs- ). That being said so many shoujo anime's are in school but I guess because its a taboo thing in the USA it is much allowed here so no translations and what not. Anyways I feel like I need to touch upon how hot some of these teachers/professors are. They aren't the blushy type but damn they are still hot AF.

Ok moving on..........................................

So anyways not enough content so I decided to seek out me a professor of my own in the real world. So I am married but separated and decided to venture into Sex-ond Life....oops I mean Second Life. For anyone who doesn't know its a virtual world and yes there is a major sex side to it so yeah. Anyways I have been in it for nearly 13 years and met alot of good people there. Well I decided to start dating on there back in April of this year. Go figure was harder than I thought for finding myself a teacher boyfriend. The deeper I got into anime and the reminder of how blushy boys are to my heart I said screw it I will look for the shy guys instead. I lost my cat back in June and it broke me, I had no one to turn to and then I met this wonderful man named Matt. Well your probably wonder why I am telling you this....its because recently I been posting newer poems from this year as well as the last story I wrote that was original was a mix of my story with him in second life as well as elements of real together.

So what I'm saying is all the things listed at the bottom of this post is all real life elements it is how I feel these days, it is what I went through. Come to find out that blushy boy shy guy he was he ended up being my real life professor I was looking for. Only one sad truth to it all. He broke my heart. I still love my blushy boys and professors especially in otome but my happy ending didn't happen. I was stupid and naive and even for a woman in my 40's I was vulnerable because I was grieving my cat. He swooped in stole my heart and I spent so much time with him that I didn't play as much otome games over the summer. This is my cruel summer that turned out to be a forever crack in my heart. Anyways I will admit it was a relationship like so many to stay in second life but it didn't, real life feelings got involved and it got messy. He was married, big profession (pretty well known at a university), and had a small child. He couldn't leave his life and I couldn't leave mine. There was also a ocean between us. In the end he chose all of that over me, and I get it but I still hurt from it. This man I loved more than any man I have ever known.

Anyways I wanted to lay tribute to our time together like I said some things are shifted a bit from in second life to real life to protect both me and him from it every getting back to his wife and ruining his career. Anyways I am little by little now that its been nearly 2 months since me and him have been together and he ghosted himself from my life. I am trying to get back more into my otome and anime's so that I can share more with my following. I am sorry I hadn't as much but you probably know heartbreak doesn't mean I want to go out and play love stories.

Poems about Matt

I Belong To You

Those Silent Words

Super Glue

A Plea from My Heart

In Your Absence

Endless Love’s Lament

Why Am I Not Enough?

Silent Heartbreak

Echoes of Us

From Princess to Queen

Unfinished Goodbye

Living In Your Absence

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Original Stories About Matt

Unexpected Connection (NSFW)

Unexpected Heartbreak (NSFW)

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Videos Made About Matt

[GMV] Claxi - SL Montage - Belong Together

[GMV] Claxi - SL Montage - Knowing You Exist

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Music Playlist (Songs we either dedicated or came to match feelings)

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Pictures Made About Matt (Trust me way to many to share but they are in the original stories area anyways. Yes I know what he looks like in real life but I will never share due to the sensitivity to his life I love him too much to hurt him)

This is the rawest I have ever been but I want to remember the love I had, answer questions people have asked about, as well as get him out of my system so I can move on and heal properly. Also to warn people its not cool to ghost people the people behind the screen have just as much feelings as the person beside you.

[jules-onpaper]

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 (𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭)

A/N: Reposting as its own post because I had second thoughts about hijacking Kelli @frannyzooey's Write Night post 😅 (I'm sorry! Can I blame that on Lucien excitement too?) Anyway, here's a thing that's been clattering around my noggin and drafts a while. It's so different than my usual stuff that I'm pretty unsure about it. idk. I guess I'm afraid Marcus comes off as rather mean and that's not him, you know? 😭

Warnings/Notes: explicit language 18+; villain!Marcus Moreno; dom!Marcus/brat!reader; breath play; spit; Marcus has metal bending powers; reader wears a torc as a collar that only Marcus can remove; established relationship -- let's assume for the sake of D/s safety that this is an unusually UNHEALTHY slip in their dynamic ok??; they're having a fight they make up with tears and kisses

WC: 828

“You just couldn’t do as you were told, could you, baby?”

“Fuck off, Marcus,” you snap, stomping past him into the penthouse. A guard tries to stop you and you shove his hand away and repeat your mantra, “Fuck off,” before shoving your way into the flat and stalking off to the balcony. 

Beneath you, the city breathes in neon and exhales exhaustion. 

“Abdul,” Marcus says from inside, distant, as though pondering something. “Take a walk.”

You weren’t quite brave enough to slam the door in his face, but maybe you should have. Then you wouldn’t have had the swoop in your gut to turn and find him watching you, his eyes blank, assessing. Your stomach flips when his jaw ticks, ever so slightly. 

“Is that how you speak to me?” Marcus asks. 

Anger flickers to life in you again. You feel like a child. “I’ll speak to you how I want.”

“Oh really?” He seems pleasantly interested, marginally so. He looks down and begins to peel off his black leather gloves, one at a time. A thick desire begins to make your mouth water, your legs woozy. “Well, come on.”

“Come on what?”

“Speak to me like you want. You want to be rude? You want to be a brat? Let’s hear it, baby.”

“I’m not being a fucking brat,” you spit. “You’re being a condescending asshole. I wanted to help. I was going to, but you stopped me. Why the fuck did you stop me?”

“Because, sweetheart, I can’t protect you when you’re being selfless and impulsive.”

“I want to go home,” you snap next. “Take my torque off.”

The air fizzles out between you. The wind plays with your hair, your bare skin, making you shiver. 

“Ask me again,” Marcus says, very quietly. “Ask me, sweetheart, and I swear I’ll take it off and drive you home. You want to be alone? Is that it?”

You want… to scream. You actually stomp your boot on the concrete. “No!” you yell. You don't want to be alone, you don't really want the reassuring weight of his collar off, but you want him to hurt, hurt like you hurt. “Take it off now. You’re so — so—“ You dig for something pointed, jagged enough to hurt. “I just thought you might want some other whore to fuck, some pliable thing with Botoxed lips and a virgin asshole.”

His eyes pop. “Excuse me?”

“Oh sorry, that’s not quite right is it? I’m mixed up. It’s you. You’re the whore, Marcus. You whored yourself out for this city and now you want me as your consolation prize. Well sorry. I’ve gone bankrupt on you. I’m not gonna make you spread your legs any-“

Your back slams against the brick wall of the balcony before the thought completes in your head, and you suck in a ragged breath of air. He didn’t even bother with his powers. His fingers are thick and held tight about your throat instead, his eyes dark, his teeth bared. There’s a perfect control in his fingers that in no way matches the glint in his pupils.

“You think,” he breathes, “You’re hot shit today, don’t you?”

“Just admit I’m a wet hole for you to fuck and let me go,” you snarl. 

You think, for a second, you see a flash of something pained, a wounded animal. And then his fingers squeeze your throat, his expression cold. He watches your pupils dilate and scowls. 

“Yeah? This is how you want to be? A little brat? You’re getting wet right now, aren’t you?” He gives you a little shake and your legs quiver. “If I look under this dress are you gonna be dripping for me?”

He leans in, bites at your bottom lip until you whimper. “Yeah, that’s how you like it, isn’t it baby? You like being a wet little hole ready whenever I want you, don’t you? You never feel better than when you give yourself over to being my little fucktoy. Open your goddamned mouth.” You do. He spits on your tongue. 

With a muffled squirm, you swallow it, show him your tongue.  “Knees,” he growls. “Now.”

Gelatinous, you do. You fall onto your knees with a thud that you know will bruise, but you don't feel it. You're looking up at him with a glaze over your eyes, and the moment he sees it the mirror between you breaks into a billion shards of crystal dust. Marcus drops to his knees, cradles your face in his big palms. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispers, his voice cracked. "I'm sorry. Look at me, sweetheart. I'm so sorry, I'd never hurt you, never, I'd never keep you here if you wanted to go." When you sink into him, your muscles liquid, he cradles your head in the cup of his palm, murmuring love notes and eulogies for promises past in your ear. "I just can't lose you. I can't lose you like I lost her."

[irishhills]

jane's advice

Blair’s parents came to pick her up an hour ago, maybe more. Chris has been sitting outside ever since. He tries to think, but his mind is mostly blank. He figures someone out there would probably be pretty impressed with his ability to do and think nothing. In truth, it scares him. He’s usually thinking about as much as he can. But every time he thinks of something now, it circles back to Blair and the way she dances in the driveway like it’s easy. He shakes his head.

No.

When the sun comes down, Dad insists he comes back inside. He’s convinced their backyard becomes Dracula’s castle as soon as the sun disappears. Chris ambles upstairs to his room, hoping to find something that doesn’t remind him of Blair, hoping for some peace.

But that’s not what he gets. How could he have ever imagined that would be what he gets?

Jane is there, sitting at his desk, waiting.

“Get out,” Chris says.

“I like it here,” Jane says.

“Yeah? Well, take it up with Dad. He’s the one whose dream it was to get a house with five bedrooms so the four of us wouldn’t crowd each other. He got that dream. What’s your problem?”

“I don’t know. I’m not the one who kissed my best friend in the backyard.”

Chris’s skin gets cold. He looks at Jane, who has never been more smug in all her life. Shouldn’t he have known that was what she’s doing here?

“How did you even see that?” he asks. 

“‘Well secluded,’” Jane puts on a voice, “‘I see all.’”

Chris takes a deep breath.

“If you don’t shut up right now,” he says, “I’m gonna tell Dad you’ve been checking out that Rocky Horror album from the library again.”

“And if you don’t listen to me right now, I’m gonna tell Mom you kissed Blair without asking for her permission. Which one of us do you think is gonna be in more trouble?”

Chris frowns. He sits on the edge of his bed and immediately begins to barter.

“OK, what do you want?” he asks. “Money? I’ll give you money, but I gotta warn you. I don’t have a lot.”

“I don’t want your stupid money,” Jane says. “I want to give you advice. Warn you, really, is more like it.”

Chris snorts.

“What advice could you give me on this?” he asks. “You’re eleven.”

“Yes, a very, very old eleven,” Jane says. “It’s why no one asks a question when I check out the Rocky Horror album from the library.”

Chris rolls his eyes. He would never admit it to her face or anyone else’s, but Jane really is grown up for her age. Sometimes, when the family goes out to restaurants or parties for Dad’s workers, they think that between Amy and Jane, Jane must be the elder. It’s something about her vocabulary and the dramatic way she carries herself. Mom calls it “Camille with class.” Chris doesn’t fully understand what that means, but he knows it makes Amy very angry. So, naturally, he says it as much as he can.

“Alright,” Chris says. “What’s your advice?”

“It’s easy,” Jane says. “Pretend like it never happened.”

Chris’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull. He wasn’t planning on talking about the kiss with Blair ever again, but pretend like it never happened? He’s not sure he can do that, either. Ever since he put his lips on hers, it’s all he’s been able to think about. When he said he was thinking about nothing, that was a lie.

“How am I supposed to do that?” he asks.

“Just don’t say anything,” Jane says. “Tell yourself … something else happened.”

Chris snorts.

“Yeah, sure,” he says. “That’ll be really easy.”

“It will have to be.”

“Why? I thought you girls were all about relationships. Wouldn’t you be begging me to go steady with Blair? Or whatever we’re supposed to call it now?”

“I would if I were Amy. But I’m smarter than that. Everything is different. And the thing with you is that Blair is your only friend.”

“Not my only friend. I hang out with Eliza Murphy, too.”

“Yeah, but she’s more Blair’s friend than she is yours. No offense. I think you’re pretty cool for a … jackass.”

She says the last word very quietly, and Chris is reminded that she only recently took up swearing over Christmas break a few months ago. It’s not often Jane acts her age, but when she does, it’s a relief. Makes Chris feel like for once in his life, he’s on time for something.

“If you and Blair start going out, you could break up,” Jane says.

“I don’t want to go out with Blair,” Chris says. “I don’t want to go out with anybody.”

“That’s what you’re saying today. When you wake up tomorrow, things could be different. But one thing that’s gotta stay the same is you and Blair. It would be really bad if she stopped being your friend. Just awful.”

Chris can’t believe he’s considering any of this. In three seconds, he pictures life as Blair’s boyfriend, Blair’s ex-boyfriend, and an adult. Jane already seems like one, and she’s still in fifth grade. And here he is. Young and dumb. He picks up a pillow and hurls it at Jane from across the room.

“What was that for?” Jane asks. “I’m brilliant!”

“Sure you are,” Chris says. “Get out of my room.”

Jane rolls her eyes and slowly makes her way to the door.

“Fine,” she says, “but I hope you listen.”

Chris lies flat on his back and watches the ceiling like it’s the sky. He tries to see if he really can think of nothing, if that’s something such a restless mind can ever accomplish.

All he can think about is Blair, and he doesn’t like it.

[sebstanns]

Boobies

Summary- Things change between you and Steve when he accidentally walks in on you half naked. Fluff/smut, friends to lovers.

Warnings- 18+ for sexual content. Lil' bit of thigh riding, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, swearing.

"Steeeeve!" You screech, your arms automatically covering your naked chest.

"Oh shit." He mumbles, holding onto the half open door, still staring.

"STEVE!" You yell.

"God, sorry!" He finally turns his back. "Your mom said it was OK to come up."

"Well it wasn't! I'll meet you in the car." You tell him, shortly.

"Yeah, sure, OK." He stutters, flustered, closing the door.

You're actually MORTIFIED, your friend Steve seeing you half naked like that. Hastily pulling on your bra and shirt, your whole body feels like it's on fire with embarrassment. Not only was Steve your friend, you'd had a crush on him for years. It had been bad enough recently, having to listen to him bemoan his love life - after Nancy he'd gone aimlessly from girl to girl, looking for something you knew you could give him. And now he'd be comparing you to all the others, the discarded ones. Dammit.

Steve sat in the car, in shock. He kept replaying the scene as he waited for you, how soft you looked and .... touchable. It wasn't as if he'd never seen boobs before, he'd seen LOTS of boobs, all shapes and sizes. But these were different, they were attached to you, his kind and funny friend, who patiently listened to his romantic woes after yet another date crashed and burned. He had actually come close to asking you out a few times over the years, always backing out at the last minute, convinced it would ruin your friendship. That you knew him too well to like him like THAT.

But now, all Steve could think about was touching you, filling his hands and mouth with your pliable flesh....his cock twitches in his jeans and he jumps as you throw yourself into the passenger seat, red faced.

"Let's go." You murmur, looking straight ahead.

-

A couple of days later you're at Family Video, picking something to watch with your mom. You had exploded at her for letting Steve in that day, and now you had calmed down, were at pains to make it up to her.

"What's the deal with you and Steve?" Robin whispers urgently, suddenly appearing next to you.

"What?" You swallow, picking up a random movie and pretending to study the back of the case. "What do you mean?"

"You're barely speaking. It was the same the other night, at the movies." She hisses, going through the motions of straightening the shelf.

"We were watching the movie." You shrug, picking up something starring Richard Gere- a guaranteed mother pleaser.

"And afterwards, when we went for ice cream, it was like you were scared to look at each other or something." Robin continues.

Yeah, you had to admit, it had been awkward. Usually you and Steve would sit together, sharing snacks and making comments about the film, but you had positioned yourself so that Robin was between you. It can't have been much fun for her.

You sigh and turn to her. "He walked in on me getting changed, when he was picking me up to go to the movies."

Robin laughs, causing Steve to look over, frowning, from the counter.

"Robin!"

"Sorry but, it all becomes clear now." She chuckles.

"It does?" You're lost.

"Exactly how much did he see?" She probes, looking disconcertingly delighted.

You gesture vaguely to your chest and Robin nods.

"I get it. Dumbstruck by your tatas."

"Tatas, Robin? Seriously?"

"Maybe he liked what he saw." She says slyly.

"What?"

"He's probably just thinking about getting his hands on them."

"My....tatas? " You swallow, glancing over at Steve. He's leaning over the counter, chatting with a pretty girl and she's laughing at one of his stupid jokes. Jealousy twists in your gut like so many times before.

"Yeah, I mean he's obviously got a thing for you." Robin says, matter of factly.

"No." You scoff, your face burning. "As if!"

"It's true. That's why he's so jealous of your crush on Michael J Fox."

"Really?" You cast your mind back to all the times you had a tiny inkling that there might be the remotest chance in hell that Steve had feelings for you and you had dismissed it. Sometimes you caught him looking at you but you had thought he was just spacing, off in Harrington world. Could it be TRUE ?!

"And I've seen you looking at his butt." Robin says, winking conspiratorially.

"I'll go for this." You announce, handing over the Richard Gere movie. "My mom's bound to love it."

"Nice subject change." Robin deadpans, rolling her eyes.

-

The next weekend, Steve invites you over to his house for a movie night, his parents are gone as usual so he has the place to himself. Robin is also invited but she can't make it, (subtle!) off doing her own thing with Vickie.

Since your conversation with Robin you had noticed Steve looking at you more often, looking away and blushing when he's caught. It makes your heart (and everything else) ache.

On Friday evening he picks you up from the library and you swing by Family Video for snacks and a couple of free rentals. Just being near him makes your heart beat faster now, you can feel something has changed between you.

Now you're in the Harrington's den, curled up on the luxurious sofa while Steve sits in an armchair next to you. He's wearing one of your favourite shirts, a striped polo - it hugs his biceps just right, and shows off his delectable neck. Every time you glance over you have to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to calm the throbbing in your cunt.

"I can't believe you made me watch Teen Wolf again." He sighs, as the credits roll.

"You know how I feel about MJF." You say, lightly, reaching to the coffee table for the popcorn.

"I don't even know why you like him." Steve grumbles. "He's so short, you're probably taller than him."

"He's cute." You shrug, smiling to yourself. "Now it's your turn. Please not Fast Times again!"

Steve produces a tape from behind the armchair. "Ta da! Fright Night!" He announces, raising his eyebrows.

"Steve, you know I don't do horror. I get nightmares." You remind him, clutching a cushion.

"It'll be fine. It's a comedy. The guy just HAPPENS to be a vampire." He says, crouching next to the tape player.

"OK." You murmur, unsure.

"If you get scared you can come and sit on my lap, ok?" He chuckles, glancing at you.

The offer hangs in the air for a minute, and you're not sure if he's really joking.

"Deal." You reply, softly.

-

Thankfully, the movie IS funny, which takes your mind off the more gory parts.

Steve grins at you when you laugh. "See, not scary."

It's almost like old times, except you're constantly thinking of ways to get closer to him. Should you pretend to be scared so he'll comfort you? Jesus, what have you become??

When the inevitable sex scene comes up, you watch with interest as Steve shifts in his seat and clears his throat, red faced.

The well-endowed woman on-screen takes her top off and he scoffs, flustered. "They're fake."

He flicks a look at your chest and swallows. Oh.

"Hey Steve," You say playfully, feeling bold. "My face is up here."

Steve stiffens in his seat, blinking. "Oh God I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's OK." You say softly. "Are her's nicer than mine?"

He almost chokes on his popcorn. "What?"

"You heard me." You smile, untucking your shirt from your denim skirt. "Would you like a closer look? For comparisons sake?"

Steve's mouth falls open slightly as he stares at you. "Seriously?"

You nod and pat the space on the couch next to you, your tummy doing somersaults of anticipation. "Come here."

He almost trips as he rounds the coffee table, and then pauses. "Wait, is this a prank? Is this something you and Robin cooked up? Is she behind the couch, right now?"

"No Steve." You laugh. "It's not a prank."

"Just checking." He sits down, eyes fixed on your hands as you unbutton your shirt, revealing the bra beneath.

Feeling more and more brazen, you open your shirt, letting it slip off your shoulder. "Well, are mine nicer?"

He tilts his head and then nods. "Yep." He croaks. "They're....nicer."

"You can touch me if you want."

Tentatively he places his hand on your breast and squeezes gently, making a noise in the back of his throat. "Fuck."

It feels so good to have his hand on you, the heat of his palm searing through the lacy material. You lean forward to kiss him and he suddenly leans back, a panicked expression on his face.

"No no no! Not again Harrington." He mumbles, jumping up. He starts pacing the room.

Shame and embarrassment bloom in your guts, and you draw your shirt back over your chest, folding your arms.

"What are you doing?" Steve asks, running a hand through his hair.

"I thought it's what you wanted." You say quietly, not looking at him.

"It is, believe me. It took all my strength not to just dive on top of you just now." He swallows.

"Well then?" You ask, plaintively.

"Do you really think it's a good idea? If we do...something, it'll change everything."

"It's already changed, Steve. I'm tired of just being your friend." You blurt. SHIIIIT.

"Really?" He asks, eyebrows knitted together. "I thought, well, you think I'm an idiot, right?"

"So? That's why I...." You sigh. May as well come clean all the way. "Remember, a couple of summers ago when I was a counsellor at that dumb camp?"

Steve chuckles coldly and folds his arms. "Oh yeah."

"I lost my virginity to that dickhead swimming instructor Adam? It was horrible."

"Ha!" He crows. "I knew it!"

"Yeah, I may have lied when I told you about it. It wasn't good or romantic, actually it hurt. But least it was mercifully brief." You admit.

"He hurt you?" Steve says, anger flashing in his dark eyes.

"Not intentionally. He just didn't care." You shrug. "And all I could think about was you. How I had wanted you to be my first."

In fact you had cried off activities for the rest of the day citing a stomach upset, and stayed in bed feeling sorry for yourself. You knew you were just another notch on Adam's bedpost, but part of you had just wanted to get your first time over with. Still, you couldn't help thinking about Steve, imagining for the thousandth time how it would have been with him.

When you returned to Hawkins, you made up a romantic midnight lakeside liaison, making Adam sound like an expert in the art of virginity taking. The reality of an uncomfortable bunk bed and thoughtless execution stayed with you. Steve had grinned and given you a high-five.

"Oh." His face softens and he sits next to you again. "Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

"Because its embarrassing. You were so caught up with Nancy...." You trail off, helplessly.

"Honestly, when you told me about that asshole I was jealous." Steve says, half smiling at the memory.

"You were?"

"I'd always thought I'd be your first too. You deserve to be fuc- I mean - treated - right." He reaches over and moves a strand of hair behind your ear.

"So what now?" You ask, heart hammering at his closeness.

Steve touches your face and kisses you gently, his other hand sliding under your shirt. "Do you still want to?" He murmurs.

You nod, already drunk from his touch. "Yeah."

-

You're on Steve's lap, thighs splayed over his, skirt rucked up over your hips. His hand is between your legs and he's rubbing your pussy through your panties, the thin material growing damper by the second.

"I can't believe this is happening." Steve murmurs, kissing your neck.

"Me neither." You gasp, squirming against his fingers as you pull his shirt over his head.

You run your hands over him, stroking his chest and arms, dropping kisses onto his shoulders. You've thought about this so many times, late at night when you couldn't sleep, touching yourself and wishing it was Steve.

Suddenly he takes his hand away from your aching cunt and you want to cry, you need more, you need to be full of him.

He removes your bra so stealthily you almost don't notice, pushing your breasts together and kissing them. When he takes a nipple into his mouth you start grinding on his leg, desperate for some relief.

Steve takes the hint and returns a hand to your pussy, fingers inside your panties now, thumbing your swollen clit.

"Did Adam make you feel like this?" He asks, lowly, sliding two fingers into you. "Make you this wet?"

"No." You whimper, as he curls his fingers. "Fuck, Steve!"

He chuckles, dirtily. "Are you ready for my cock? Because I'm about to burst here."

You undo his belt and let down his zipper, Steve sighs with relief and takes his cock out. Your mouth starts to water at the sight of it, so hard and leaking at the tip. Tentatively you touch him, stroking the length and swiping your thumb over the head.

Steve shifts you on his lap, pulling your panties down impatiently, his eyes almost black with desire. You kiss him softly, feeling such tenderness towards him, wanting to give him everything.

He lines his cock up at your entrance, and moves into you slowly, groaning as your velvety walls hug him. While you appreciate his gentleness, at this point you just want him to fuck your brains out.

"Steve, I'm not a virgin, you don't have to be so- aaahhh!" You mouth drops open as he snaps his hips and fucks up into you, filling you with one thrust.

"You OK?" He gasps.

"Yeah....feels good." You swallow, gripping his shoulder for leverage.

He slides his hand into your hair and pulls you down for a kiss as he moves inside you. You moan into his mouth and rock your hips to meet his thrusts, placing a hand on his sweaty chest.

This was worlds away from what had transpired with Adam, you're not even sure that was sex. There was only his smug expression afterwards and the blood on the bunk bed blanket that was testament to what had occurred that afternoon.

"Fuck, why didn't we do this sooner?" Steve gasps, flush-faced, hands on your hips.

"Because you're an idiot." You sigh affectionately, stroking his hair and kissing him.

He bends his head to nuzzle at your breasts again, and you feel the first spark of an orgasm in your belly.

"Steve." You whine, your hand moving down to rub your clit. He brushes your hand away and takes over, his fingers moving in tight circles.

"Yeah thats it." He breathes. "Cum on my cock sweetheart."

You bury your face in his shoulder as your orgasm rolls through you, holding onto him and moaning against his hot neck.

"Aw fuuuck ..." Steve groans, and you feel him stiffen and throb deep inside your cunt.

You don't want to move. You don't want it to be over yet.

Steve lets out a breathless chuckle, you feel it rumbling through his chest.

"What?" You murmur, exhausted all of a sudden. You could fall asleep right here.

"We forgot about the movie."

You turn your head and see the tape has ejected itself from the player, the TV screen blank.

"Oops."