#tf did he manage to pull them

[mysticalarmand]

How did his scrawny ass

Pull two of the most dangerous people in Gotham

[hoshigray]

Heyyy. Can I request a college au. Reader is an average, socially awkward person but somehow managed to pulled the campus heartthrob, Geto (or gojo). And he's lowkey obsessed with her and try to be fucking her every chance he gets.

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: why not both? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk, felt like doing a threesome for some reason lmao

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting - sex in public places; gymnasium locker room + dining hall + college dorms - oral (m! + f! receiving) - face + throat-fucking - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping, grinding and licking/sucking) - face-sitting - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - anal fingering (f! receiving) - kissing/making out - protected sex (psa: warp it up or get tf up) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - sato + sugu being whipped over you, hehe~ - slight humor - mention of tears and drool.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1k (pretty long for a req, lol)

“Oh, Y/n, it’s good to see you. Did you have a good weekend? Let’s walk each other to class; I was waiting for you.”

“Y/nnnn! This cold day is so much warmer now that you’re here. Let’s grab something to eat at the dining hall, okay?”

You thought college life couldn’t get any more difficult than it already is. Oh, how you were so wrong… 

Being on your own on campus was hard enough; states away from your family and having to rely on and take care of yourself while also striving for a better education. On top of this, making friends (outside of your roommates Shoko and Utahime) is such a social and excruciating chore as it’s challenging to put yourself out for people to notice you. Making small talk with your peers or talking/discussing group material in classes has your heart racing enough – not to mention trying to commit to clubs – making you feel a bit of a failure as a human being.

With that, you almost dwell on not trying at all. You’re utterly content with your inner circle with your roommates, waking up and heading to classes and back, eating college food, and sleeping after reading for a lecture. This routine of sticking to yourself was a notion you’ve grown to accept and find comfort in — no need to change it if it’s been doing you well this far.

That is until you meet them — Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the best friends of your roommate Shoko. 

Gojo is the star player of the school’s basketball team, a famous face among the class years, and the “disgustingly tactless, cutesy prince” of your year, as described by Utahime. By morning, he’s a dedicated student in his business administration major and history minor classes; by afternoon, he is his playful, social, and charismatic snow-haired soul, grabbing the attention of others and bringing life to those around him with his bright cadence. In addition, he’s a talented figure, capturing the hearts of many with his model work in fashion shows and playing fan-favorite roles in plays.

In contrast, Geto was a much more mellow star that pulled the hearts of students and professors alike. The raven-haired bioengineering major was a boy whose presence was easy not to notice yet quick to pull you in when making himself known. His tall, docile figure emitted an aura that accompanied the soothing tune of his voice, the perfect combination that made him trustworthy and obliging to the students around him and his lacrosse teammates. With the charming features of a heartthrob and the alluring speech of a leader, he’s someone many would turn to in search of a person to follow and praise.

Satoru and Suguru, two complete opposites – two best friends – who are, without a doubt, the twin stars of this school. However, there was one thing the two shared in common, something that made your heart skip and your mind race every time knowing this fact: the two were unmistakably and sickeningly in love with you!

How? You do not know. It all started when Shoko brought them over one night for dinner, and you saw them for a quick moment in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before rushing back into your room. Next thing you knew, you had begun to see and run into them every so often, which soon turned to at least once per day. And now, like a white bubbly puppy and a black, quietly affectionate cat, you could not shake them off you when and wherever you went.

Oh, it was something you were not used to, being sneaked up from behind by Gojo, who’d pull you in for a hug or lift you with every greeting in public (as if you weighed like nothing)! Especially in classes where Geto would surprise you with his calm voice and a warm hand on your shoulder to check if you were okay before claiming the chair next to you. And you couldn’t push them away — how could you when two of the most renowned faces on school grounds want to be around your presence!? Good Lord, it was all overwhelming, Shoko and Utahime having to step in to beat the boys into shape for making you uncomfortable.

And then there are those times when the two would butt heads with each other because of you! There have been a handful of times where if one had you to themselves, the other would bore glares to the former’s skull. Gojo would suck his teeth with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, white brows furrowed and ticked off blue eyes concealed by his dark circle shades. “Yo, Buddha with bangs, can you let go? Y/n promised to hang with me after their classes ended, and I’d be damned if you’d be third-wheeling.”

“That’s not happening, Satoru,” Geto’s hand grasps yours with more grip, royal purple eyes narrowed at his white-haired friend. “Y/n and I have a presentation to work on for tomorrow. Go lollygag somewhere else.”

Two positive bundles of life will immediately turn hostile when it comes to you, suffocating your very being as you’re stuck in the middle of them. It’s bad enough being with either of them has people notice and talk about you; it’s another thing when you’re being fought over like some small bunny between two snarling wolves. Oh God, why me!!??

But it wasn’t all bad. If anything, being fawned over by the two was a strange thing that has happened to you thus far, and not in a terrible way. Gojo has made you a lot more open and social than before, dragging you to parties he’s been invited to and to his crowded games (where he’s always sure to find you and blow a kiss). And spending time with Geto has sparked instances where you’re courageous enough to speak for yourself with a bit of a push from him, throwing in your inputs for class discussions or having him aid you in knowing your material when you two study together.

The two most popular guys in school who flatter and are obsequious over you. That in itself is enough to make your cheeks and ears dial in warmth, shielding your face in your pillows just thinking about them. You like them both, bound to be drawn in by the handsome boys and their pursuit of you.

However, their infatuation was something you’d find out goes beyond words and handholds. An obsession for you embroidered in their very minds…and bodies.

“…Mhahhh, Go—Mmmph! Gojooo…we shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Aww, c’mon, Y/n, you know I don’t like it when you call me by last name. It’s just the two of us here…Fuck, keep licking it like that…”

Sneaking into the basketball team’s locker room is one thing; sneaking in with the star player in the team with you between his legs on the bench and sucking his dick? Oh, that’s a can of worms you never thought you’d open in your entire life. 

Gojo brings his head back, banging on the locker behind him as the contact of your tongue on his pink tip sends shivers up to his shoulders. “Fuuuck, you feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum again…” You peer up with lidded eyes as you suck his tip into your mouth, him humming at the warm sensation of your mouth swallowing his length whole. Your face is hot of embarrassment, being looked down on by him as you do such an indecent thing on him in a place of changing for men. 

This was his idea – bringing you to the gymnasium to watch him practice with his teammates for an upcoming game. Then, he pulls you aside once the guys want another fifteen-minute water break, bargaining into the men’s locker room and pulling you in for a hot kiss. Sucking on and nibbling on your lips and tongue has you mewl sweetly for him, distracted as he pulls his shorts and briefs down to expose the erection growing inside him. “Sorry, you just looked too cute watching me from the side,” he’d say with a hazy glint in his eyes shielded by his shades.

So here you are, sucking him off to the hilt, where your lips meet strands of his white pubes, making your boyfriend cum for the second time. Gojo brings a hand to your head for purchase, moaning as your hand massages his balls. “—Ahh, fuck…God, you’ve gotten so good at that, cutie. Can’t get enough of you...”

His words burn your ears, his aroused tone making your face even more hot to bear. Gosh, this was such a dangerous game; your nerves constantly on edge in hopes nobody would walk in.

However, your worries might have been what jinxed your fate because you two heard the door to the locker room open. You instantly move your mouth away from Gojo’s cock and stand to panic. But before you could, Gojo quickly grabbed you by the wrist and took you to one of the bathroom stalls. You sat on the toilet, bewildered at being dragged all over this fitness center. Then, Gojo brings his dick to your face again, and you give him the most shockingly confused expression as if he can’t hear the commotion of two people speaking where they used to be.

“Relax, no one’s coming here,” Liar, we almost got caught! He pushes the tip to your mouth, and you murmur on his length, filling your mouth and throat. “Let’s make this one quick, okay?”

You were too busy registering him place his hands on your head before he could slam himself to your mouth; the sudden thrust of his hips propelling his cock deep into the tight crevices of your throat makes you grip onto his shorts for dear life. The slap of his ruts fills your eardrums; you can’t tell how far or close the two guys who entered the locker room are. He’s making you focus on nothing but him — a selfish objection from a selfish man as he’s using you to relieve himself in the men’s locker room. God, this was such a bad situation, and yet your lower half couldn’t stop the throbs that have you shifting your thighs together. How embarrassing! 

“Hhnnn, fucking shit, your throat feels so good,”  he praises, his slender fingers massaging your scalp. Your tongue brushes the underside of his length in a way that has his pace go faster, and he has to keep his moans to a lower volume. “Shiiit, baby, I’m gonna cum…Take it all in…!”

You have no choice but to, forced to gulp down all of his load that he spills into your tight, warm throat. He still rocks his pelvis into you until every pump of his jizz is inside you. When your ears pick up the sound of the locker room door opening and closing with the dismissal of the two strangers, that’s when Gojo takes his long shaft out of your mouth, spit connecting from your tongue to his cockhead is wiped with haste. 

But then, Gojo pokes your cheek with his tip, a sign that he wants to go again. You throw quiet pleas, “N–No, Gojo! You have to get back to practice—“

“Shhh, those guys can survive a few games without me. And besides,” he gently slaps your cheek with his cock. How vulgar! “I’ll fuck your mouth til the end of the day if you don’t stop using my last name when it’s just the two of us here.” The playful grin on his lips doesn’t make that threat any better. “One more time, please?”

With hesitant eyes, you place kisses on his shaft while stroking him. “Only one more…okay, Satoru?”

He beams with the dimples of his cheeks. “Yes, pretty girl~.”

And it doesn’t stop there — because Geto is no better. 

“Aww, you two are so cute together~”

You squirm on the booth seat you’re sharing with your other boyfriend, you two sitting across from his friends — a senior couple he shares a lab with that invited him for dinner. Unsurprisingly, you were his plus one, knowing you’re not one for being around people you’re not familiar with. And yet here you are, caged by the wall and Geto’s frame to keep you in this conversation on the side of the busy dining hall.

Geto chuckles before brushing your cheek, "Aren’t we? But they’re the cutest thing to me.” He says as he places a swift kiss on your cheek; it’s an action that has your face grow in warmth — and the couple “awwing” at his affection.

The guy of the couple speaks to the dark, long-haired other. “I never knew you were one for relationships, Geto; you seem so busy with Bio and your clubs that you don’t seem to have time to lay low and be with someone.”

“Mmm, I thought so, too. That is until I met Y/n through a friend of mine,” you jerk at the silent touch of his pinkie grazing your thigh, noting it had sneaked under your skirt to graze its skin. Your eyes peek in his direction, finding that he remains eye contact with the guy he’s talking with. “And, you know, I got to know them here and there, shared some classes with them on the side. Now, I just can’t imagine them being out of my line of sight.”

The guy across laughs. “Sounds kinda obsessive!”

Geto shrugs with a chortle. “I guess it’s like that, I don’t know. I’m just really crazy about them; they’re my sweetheart after all.”

“That’s so sweet!” The girl senior across exclaims, turning to you to ask, “So, how long have you and Geto been a thing, Y/n?”

The question has you stumped for a bit as you weren’t ready to be thrown inquiries. And before you answer, you feel Geto’s hand rub on your thigh. “U-Umm, me—ahem—Geto and I have been a couple for quite a while now? My roommate was the one who introduced me to him—Mmmm!” You briskly flatten your lips at your squeak because the fingers inside your skirt pinch your skin. On command, you spread your legs for Geto to insert his hand inside your panties.

The girl asks more questions. “Oh? So, your roommate brought you two together. Did you know of them before?” 

“Well, not really…She and Geto—Ohh!” You bring your hand to your lips at the graze of Geto’s forefinger on your clit. You turn to him and are immediately locked into his violet gaze. He lifts a brow with an undisturbed smile, and you gulp. “I–I mean, Suguru and my roommate have been best friends since high school, so I kinda got…Nnmm,” you chew your lips when he bullies a digit between your folds to play and tease. “She was the one who introduced me to him…”

“Is that so? Hehe, it’s amazing how the world works, huh?” You listen, but your mind is too focused on Geto’s digits swiping and nestling across your wetness to have your body more excited about his touch. And it gets worse as he inserts his forefinger inside your vagina, causing you to jolt and suppress your mewl by leaning into his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his turtleneck. “Here are two lovebirds all lovey-dovey with each other thanks to one friend bringing them together. It’s crazy imagining you two would’ve never met hadn’t that happened.”

Geto hums at that comment, “I agree; I have to thank Shoko for bringing this little angel to my arms.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead, completely nonchalant compared to the quickened pace of the digit scraping your insides. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

With trenched brows and a shaky breath, you try to reply to the awaiting couple. “Mhmm, yes, I’m so grateful that Suguru is in my life…He’s been such a help to me,” his forefinger goes slow, having you feel every dent and knuckle. “Hahhh, he’s so good to me, and I love him just as mu—Mmmph!!”

“Hmm? Are you okay, Y/n?” How can you tell the guy across from you that your boyfriend’s thumb just surprised your clit with a swipe?  You’d rather melt on this floor had you not buried your face into Geto’s shoulder. 

Speaking of who, he takes the initiative to answer for you. “I think they’re a little parched, must’ve been this lemonade I got for them. I’ll go get them some water—“

“Oh, no, no! I’ll go get the water; I was gonna get more of those garlic knots anyways.” The girl stops Geto from moving, sliding from the booth seat with her boyfriend’s hand to follow suit. “C’mon, let’s leave these lovebirds for a bit. We’ll be right back!”

And so they leave, thanking your lucky stars. Once their figures are nowhere to be seen within the sea of students, you probe the man with a trembling whimper. “Mmmph, Suguru, please, take it out before—Ahhh…! They come back…”

Luckily, he listens to your request with no argument, withdrawing his digit from your wet slick and underwear. And to your horror, he brings the finger to lick and suck and says with a dark look, “Just checking to see what I’ll be having later.”

It doesn’t matter wherever or whenever; Gojo and Geto will be sure that their love for you is expressed to you every chance they get. 

It doesn’t matter the day or hour, whether you are free from assignments, spending time with your roommates, or on your way out to study; those two will find a way to get to be with you. And, to be honest, it can be a bit overstimulating! 

When there are dates to the movies with Gojo, there’s private alone time with Geto on his bed as he eats you out. And when there are days when Geto holds hands with you and walks you to your classes, there are nights when Gojo will fuck you til his cock is warmed inside you in his slumber. It can go either way, the two competing for your affection and time when the other is out of sight. 

Again, sometimes it’s overwhelming for you, never knowing which of the two will have you all to themselves, nor knowing when you can have time to yourself! And it’s not like you haven’t tried putting your foot down to express your wish to be alone. But, albeit it can be utterly exhausting, you know those two love and cherish you so much that it drives them crazy. Hell, it’s driving you crazy just how much they can’t keep their hands off you! 

Especially now when they drag you to their shared dorm room, experiencing one of those days when the two wish to have you in the same presence. 

“Hahhh, damn, Y/n…you’re sucking me off so good,” Geto purrs with a whistle while lovingly patting your head. “So good for me, huh, sweetie?” 

The two stripped you off your clothes to be nude with them on the bed. Your naked frame straddles above Gojo, lying on his back with his face buried into your bare cunt for his mouth and tongue to please you orally. Meanwhile, you suck on Geto’s girth as he leans on the pillows and headboard. It’s his turn after sucking off Gojo (they settled this over rock-paper-scissors) and fingering you to warm you up first.

You whine of his member, Gojo’s tongue doing wonders on your delicate body. He licks on your clit just as you lap yours around Geto’s glans, and then he’ll suck your pearl right as you take in the tip with pursed cheeks. It’s such a mutual shared experience, with how Gojo’s hands wrap to your thighs to keep your chasm on his lips while you have Geto keen to your mouth and hands stroking him. 

“—Khhhh, Jesus Christ…Hohhh, right there, sweetie…” The raven-haired one coos as you kiss your way down to his balls to suck one as you continue to jerk him. “Heh, you doing good down there, Satoru?”

The snow-haired other removes his mouth from your folds, licking your essence that sticks to his lips like honey mixed with his saliva. “Hahaa, you have no idea. I could stay like this for hours,” his tongue licks your come to your clit tantalizingly slow, evoking you to almost choke on Geto’s girth. “Aww, look at you trying to move from me,” Gojo brings your hips back down to him for him to swirl around your labia, his grip on your thighs refusing to submit. “Don’t go anywhere, princess; I’m not finished until you cum on my face again.”

“Ohhh, shit, keep doing what you’re doing, Satoru,” Geto subtly bucks his hips, “I love the way they’re whining on my dick…”

With your puffy lips being busy in the front and your cunt being lapped and nibbled on from below, your senses are clouded by the two boys who seek nothing but your participation in experiencing pleasure. Your head gradually turns into mush with every rut to your throat and every lap around your clitoris. It’s to no surprise that your release seeps out of your body without preparation, crying on Geto’s length as your frame quivers in euphoric bliss. 

And if you think you couldn’t get swamped enough, think again. 

“—Nnngh, fuck, Y/n, you’re gripping on my dick like crazy…Hehe, is it because you can’t look me in the face? Damn, you’re such a cutie…”

Your face is nuzzled in the crook of Gojo’s neck as you’re straddling on top of him, your nude, sweaty bodies melted together to share heat. Your hips bounce up and down on his pelvis, where his rubber-covered length is scraping the walls of your vagina. His left curve grazes and jabs your sweet spots, and your body lies on top of Gojo, which brings more friction to your clitoris. 

“Hahhh, ahhnn—Ohhhh!” Your phrases have doubled down to that of whimpers of pleasure, thinking straight is impossible, and your mind is too deep in a haze to focus on anything outside of what’s happening. And it’s not like you can’t stop your hips from bouncing on his shaft — you’ve tried! But the moment your legs express so much as reluctance or fatigue, Gojo’s hands are right there on your ass to guide you back into the rhythm. So it’s expected when you climax on him once more, clamping onto him as you ride out another orgasmic wave. “Ahhaaa! Sa’toruuu, stooohhp—hic…! I’m ‘oo sens' tiveee!!” 

“You say that, but—hnnn! You’re rocking those hips of yours on your own, baby.” He chuckles at your slurred speech, placing kisses on your cheek as his hands massage your asscheeks. “Holy shit, you feel so unreal; wanna fuck you raw so bad with how tight you are.” 

“Don’t even think about it, Satoru,” you hear Geto’s voice from behind, the dent of the twin-size bed shifting with his added weight. “If I can’t go condom-less, you’re not getting any special treatment out of it either.”

“Psssh, yeah, yeah,” Gojo says with rolled azure eyes before he whispers to your ear. “Come on, angel, let’s get you prepped up.” The white-haired boy’s hands spread your butt, exposing his dick buried deep into your tight slit and your taint.  

Geto grins salaciously. “My, what a dirty sight for me, my love.” You chew your lips to his words, the heat in your ears causing them to ring. You then feel his fingers smothered in lube to meet your asshole, spiraling around it before inserting them one by one. Your holes instinctively contract, making Gojo hiss. “Relax, pretty girl,” he kisses your temple. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”

You remind your figure to calm down, allowing Geto to play with your anus for it to accommodate the next foreign limb he’ll put inside. Gojo keeps kneading your butt, but he throws furtive thrusts up to your chasm to keep you on your toes. You gasp when Geto removes his digits suddenly, and now you bite your bottom lip at the contact of his cockhead touching your puckered entrance. “Stay calm for me, princess. Gonna go slow just for you…”

Breathing with your mouth is the only way you can function through his insertion; even after he properly lubed himself and the rubber, it never fails to amaze you how you’ve been able to take in his girthy dick times before. Every inch pushed inside you feels as if your breath is pulled away, feeling both your holes become occupied. And your head goes up at the snap of Geto’s pelvis smacking on your ass, mouth agape for drool to sneak down puffy lips. 

“Heh, there you are,” Gojo licks your spit before placing a kiss on your lips. “What a pretty face when you’re going dumb on our dicks, Y/n.”

You couldn’t even reply in modesty because Geto immediately goes pounding your ass with hunger. Your wails come out freely at the pacing of both boys propelling themselves into you. And it doesn’t help that your holes don’t stop contracting on their dicks as they push, the motion making you move your clit against Gojo and having your sore nerves active again. 

“Holy fuck,”Geto drills his cock into your taint, grinding his hips into you to make you whine aloud. He then bends to kiss your sweaty shoulder down to your spine. “You’re so tight, Y/n…like you’re gonna milk me dry.”

Words are exhilarated squeaks and shrills, your arms coming around Gojo’s neck and pressing your hot cheek on his. He snickers at how touchy you are, “Hey, baby,” he coaxes you through the onslaught of ruts that quicken in tempo. “God, you sound so fucking cute, angel…” 

“—Ahhahh…! Ohhh, guysss, pleaseee, slow d—Owwhhnn!!” You cry, eyes watering with the pokes and jabs on your velvety insides, the curve of Gojo scraping you in places you can’t reach, and Geto’s girth having your backside completely stretched for him. It’s all too much to focus on as your delicate bud is pressed on by your weight. “…Nhooo, God, I’m gonna—“

“Gonna cum, cutie?” You nod hurriedly, amusing Gojo for more chuckles. “Let’s cum together, yeah? Such a pretty girl…” And then, Gojo claims your lips for a steamy, passionate kiss, bringing a hand from your bottom to place behind your head to keep you on him. 

“—Hnngh!! Wait, sweetheart, don’t clamp onto me so sudden—Ohh, shit, shit, shiiit,” Black hair strands fall from Geto’s shoulders as he falters at your grip. “Gonna cum, too….Gahhh—“

Your crescendo is the first to appear, howling and mewling into Gojo’s lips while your trembling figure undergoes the shocks of the deep penetration on both ends. The fluttering sensations of your cunt and anus are what prompt the two men to spill their load into you simultaneously, groaning with pleasure from your body. Your head is undoubtedly dizzy, your brain spiraling with impulses as your frame jerks with every wave of your orgasm. 

After his climax is done, Geto slowly withdraws his cock from you. The condom filled with his essence. “Phew, that felt way too good.”

“For real, can’t get enough of this.” Gojo sighs while groping your asscheeks and kissing your forehead. “Ready for another round, baby? C’mon, let’s switch before Suguru gets all crybaby on us.” His sweet tone immediately flips to narrow his eyes at Geto for throwing his used, tied condom at Gojo's face for that comment. “Oh, you disgusting son of a bitch…”

“Shut up and switch, or else I’ll have you watch me pound Y/n for fifteen minutes.”

Being loved and obsessed by the two heartthrobs of the school is no easy work, which is evident when you can’t even get to nap by yourself after the sexual activities. With Gojo spooning Geto while he spoons you, there is no rest with these two; they might as well put collars around their necks and give you their leashes with how smitten they are to be around you.

Yet, at the same time, you don’t hate it — far from that. Because you know their feelings for you are genuine, you can see it in their sleeping faces as they’re probably thinking about you in your dreams as you observe. With a smile, you place kisses on their cheeks and silently leave the bed to use their shower. 

The warm water is just as welcoming and temperate as their love, keeping you safe and washing your anxiousness away. In your thoughts, you reflect on all the times you’ve grown because of them, and it goes to show that their involvement has done substantial help for you. And for that, you are forever grateful for them and will always reciprocate their feelings as you feel the same. 

“Hey, Y/n.”

Well, minus the immediate sense of apprehension that skyrockets once you hear Geto’s voice come behind you. You turn to see his naked self coming towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Suguru!? I–I thought you were sleep—“

“I was until you left my arms,” he says to your ear with his dulcet voice, his hands kneading the flesh of your wet hips. “Besides, saves us a lot of time if we share the shower, right?”

“Oh, Y/n~,” another voice enters the bathroom, and your dread plummets even further when Gojo opens the curtains with glee. “Don’t tell me you decided to shower without m—…Oh, you’re here, too.”

“Obviously,” Geto sucks his teeth at his roommate. “I live in this apartment and use this same shower, dumbass.”

Snowy eyebrows crease with irritation as Gojo enters the walk-in shower, sandwiching you between the two. “Well, don’t you think it’s rude for you to use the shower when our guest is using it first?”

“I could be asking you the same thing because who told you to come here?”

“Duh! I’m here to shower with my lover; are you stupid?”

“Are you? Don’t you see a boyfriend is trying to have some alone time with their partner?”

“Oh, eat horse shit.”

“Croak and die.”

You can only stand there and be mushed by the two tall boys arguing over you, unable to flee the scene as they both have their hands on you. Again, you don’t hate it at all. You love them just as much as they love and adore you. They may be the school favorites; however, you are the most precious thing they wish to engage with and want to keep to themselves.

…But would it kill them to give you some room once in a while!?

Jesus, how am I gonna survive with these two…

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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Steve and his interactions with the gang wouldve been so fucking funny from Eddie’s outsider perspective, in like an AU where the upside down ended in s3 or whatever.

Eddie knows Steve literally just by the rumor mill. Last he heard he was a Peaked In High School Loser but otherwise a pretty normal fucking guy.

So why tf is any interaction he has with him now so fucking insane?? Literally, every interaction can’t just be normal. And he finds himself interacting with him way more thanks to the new hellfire freshies.

Just from what he can gather from them, he knows that:

Steve has a nail studded bat and has used it (on what?? On who??)

that he got it from Jonathan (that one guy his ex cheated on him with?? That Jonathan?? Why did Jonathan have it in the first place?)

And is dating that one lesbian that’s in band, not that anyone knows that but when Dustin pointed her out (like “oh yeah thats Robin she’s so cool Eddie! She and steve are definitely probably secretly dating—Hey Robin! Hey!! Rob—aaand she’s ignoring me…”) Eddie only needed a brief glance to clock her gay ass.

And like what’s the story there? Why is a gay band geek dating a washed up jock? Is she that far in the closet? Fuck, does she even know she’s gay? Whatever, that’s not his mess to clean up.

Except they’re definitely dating cuz one time Eddie went to family video and got jumped scared by Steve being there in the first place (jesus is this guy just everywhere now?) and the way He and this Robin girl work around in each others space and don’t even need to complete sentences to communicate is some fucking weird shit.

And there’s something there between them that makes you feel like you’re interrupting whatever they have going on by checking out a video in the first place. Like Eddie daring to be there on a Saturday evening is the biggest inconvenience to them.

But they can’t actually be dating, he saw that Robin has literal boobs drawn on her chucks.

Eddie can’t figure them out but he’s invested in this storyline now.

One time, he got threatened by Steve cuz he heard Mike say that he wanted a tattoo and that Eddie said knew a guy who didn’t care enough to card him (which he did say that but he wasn’t actually gonna take wheeler to get a fucking tattoo). He cornered Eddie in the gas station while he refilling his tank, and said “if you ever fucking dared to sneak Mike out to get a stupid ass tattoo I’m telling Nancy so she could shoot your fucking toe off with her gun” all while struggling to open a bag of Twislers with his meaty jock hands that obliterated any intimidation tactic he was trying to pull off.

Breezing past that Steve, his ex, and his Ex’s little brother are apparently hanging around in the same circles: Her gun? With her gun? Does Nancy fucking Wheeler just have a gun lying around? The girl that wears pink cashmere cardigans?

Did Steve really just threaten to snitch to Mikes big sister on him? Does that even count as a threat?

Eddie told him “woah, wasn’t even planning on it” only for him to menacingly point a Twisler in his face making Eddie put his hands up like he was actually being held at gun point. By a Twisler.

“You better fucking not.”

What is that guy’s problem?

And Eddie swears he overheard Mike talking to Dustin last weekend about Hopper (Chief Hopper? The guy that DIED last summer?) thinking about flying out to California to visit El (which Eddie can only assume is the same El as ‘Mike’s girlfriend El’) once he manages to secure his “new identity”.

To which Dustin replies “If Hopper gets married to Joyce and El becomes Will’s step sister, would it be weird if you and Nancy keep dating El and Jonathan? Cuz siblings dating siblings is pretty fucking weird, man.”

What the fuck.

“Shut up, Dustin. It’s not like El is blood related to Hopper—thank god—she was raised in lab, it doesn’t count.”

Raised in a what?

[hrtfilm]

𓊆 𐙚𐙚 smexy pit stops with dean. 𓊇

contains: dean x fem!reader. smut — no minors allowed, teasing, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (it’s a gas station bathroom), creampie (?). okay so visuals bc i want to scratch his back up :3 (okay now, it gets to a point who tf said that), this lowk may be the last time i write smut dudes, not proofread.

pit stops were the usual routine as you and dean plowed your way through different towns. you were browsing the snacks as dean filled up baby, “hm.” the soft indecisive utter fell from your lips. the door to the gas station rang, and your head cocked to look at dean. “i don’t know what to get.”

dean’s hand fell across your hips, steering you closer to him. “i know what i want.” he muttered suggestively, placing a hot trail of kisses along your jawline. you were quiet lucky the gas station was in the outskirts of of a new york, ‘cos the gas station was practically empty, and there was a mid-life crisis managing the front, who’d be creaming his pants if he looked at the camera in the moment as dean pressed kisses against your skin, sucking on the kiss mark for a second. “i want you.”

you let out half suppressed laugh, “dean—” you pushed his face away from your neck, “—not here.” you pushing his lips away from your flesh only made his urges to get close to you, stronger than before. his hand tightened around your hips. he meant well, because what’s a minor infraction with the law gonna do? bite him in the persqueeter maybe, but he’s gotten in tons of trouble with the law, and so have you.

so to hell with a little public nudity. but he did want to make you comfortable— so a comprise. he nipped at your ear, “then c’mon to the bathroom.” dean said, his hand now laying splayed loosely across you hips, rather than before when it was a needy, deprived but dominant grip.

you followed him silently up to the counter as dean requested for the keys to the bathroom. in which he was handed a ridiculously long key—but what ever works, you suppose.

when you made your way towards the back, dean’s free hand just couldn’t stay off you as he pushed into the bathroom. he was harder than a broomstick as he pushed off his pants, and a quick shove of his boxers. his shaft was free from the compression of his clothes. “god, ‘m so fuckin’ hard f’you.” dean groaned, holding his length in his hand. “look at what you do to me.”

your arousal from his words had soaked your panties. you clamped your legs shut to slowly grind them together for friction to ease some of the neediness that was slowly growing. you knew you were a goner as you watched dean stroke the precum around his shaft, as make shift lube. and god was it hot. “dean,” you whinged “need you, s’bad.” you pushed your pants down, kicking away at the fabric that held your cunt hostage. dean grabbed your waist, and guided you onto the counter.

“i can tell, baby, i can tell.” he repeated to you, low and sultry as he pulled your underwear to your feet. every article of clothes had been discarded on the floor, you had leaned into dean to feel his body heat.

his fingers pushed into your pretty li’l cunt, finding the hole. “need some of your cum for lube. can you do that for me?” you nodded quickly. of course you’d permit him to do so, you’d both been pent up for the last fourty miles. his fingers worked skillfully as they thrusted inside of you. “your s’fuckin’ tight,” he drawled, “‘m glad you’ve been so pent up f’me.” dean pushed closer too you, to ministration rough but fanatical kisses along your neck.

you rolled your head back against the cheap glass mirror, making a thump noise. “oh— oh, dean-” you whimpered at the curve of his fingers, grinding into the palm of his hand.

“words, use your words, baby.” he grunted, feeling your wetness drip onto his palms, a slick, sticky substance that has him stroking his girth in one hand, he cursed to himself silently, “holy shit,” he whispered breathlessly. “y’so fuckin’ wet, ain’t you baby? c’mon—” dean emphasized breathlessly with every word. “you can’t be that desperate.” his free hand stayed on his girth, looking at your face contort into pleasure and ecstasy.

the whole thing? life altering, and mind blowing. the way you arched into his palm with no shame as his fingers pushed you closer and closer to an rapture of pleasure. “i am, i am!” you said with remorselessly taking over in every fiber in your being. your legs had a slight tremor as you clenched around his fingers. dean couldn’t help but groan at your words, his fingers curving inside of you with subtle pumps of his two fingers.

“is that so?” “yes, dean— yes.”

dean moved closer to you, pushing his fingers deeper as he pressed sloppy kisses along your neck, his tongue idling at your collarbone. “gotta get ya all loosened up for this dick, sweetheart.”

“but i want you now,” you said breathlessly. all whispery, ‘nd such. “i know baby, i know.” dean whispered back to you, “jus’ give me a minute.” he said as he stretched you around his fingers at a renlentless pace, “goood girl.” he drawled like sweet, smooth syrup (you’ll be sticky like it soon). as you felt your release inching closer and closer, you writhed around for that extra bit of friction. you went back against the mirror with a soft thump.

“dean!” you said with alright admiration as you came on his fingers. you were left in a state of abliss, dean kissed you softly, sucking on your collarbone like there was no tomorrow. dean’s hand gripped your hair, tugging your head back to seal your lips with a passionate but sloppy kiss, the movements of his lips expressed his need for his dick to be inside of you due to how pent up he was from waiting for a piece of you.

he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, his fingers still resting inside of you. inside of your warm, sticky mess— your lips swollen from the passionate kiss. “that’s my girl. my-fuckin’-girl.” dean cupped your one of your tits in his hand, feeling the pebbles harden under his calloused touch. deans fingers long out of pretty cunt, left you feeling empty. but oh, did it turn you back on to watch him slip his wet fingers into his mouth, greedily sucking at the wetness on his fingers. his free hand ghosting around your tits without a care in the world.

dean’s cock was desperately throbbing, in need of your pretty little cunt. his fingers had worked their way down to rubbing harsh circles against your slick heat. “that’s my girl.” you let out breathy moans with every flick of his finger. “i think your ready f’my cock, huh baby?”

you nodded, your eyes overflowing with anticipation. “atta girl.” dean sent you a shit eating grin as he held his length in his hands. aligning it with your pretty little leaking cunt. he teased the rim of your hole with his red, throbbing tip, littered in pre-cum. dean grinned at you, breaking his concentration on pushing himself into you, and rather focusing on you.

“y’so beautiful.” he said, thrusting himself into you without a care in the world, his only focus was to have you screaming his name, ‘nd have you filled to the brim, leaking with his sticky white come while you sucked his balls tried of all his sperm. “you feel s’good, s’good . . .” dean rambled against your neck as your cunt practically sucked him in whole, your hands immediately went to wrap around his back, your nails clawing his back up, leaving bright pink marks that stung with every shift of his body. “shit baby.” dean mused a soft wince.

“oh shit,” you said, face contorted up as your sentence was cut off by a moan, “fuck!— sorry-” you whimpered as he merely touched your g-spot. your mouth was gaped open, your moans falling deaf as you were running off of the pureness of great sex. “ah, don’t sweat it, hun.” dean said sweetly. the sickening noise of dean’s slapping together filled the claustrophobic and dirty bathroom. you felt your cunt sucking in dean’s girth, having a vice grip on the base of his girth. “atta girl. . .” dean uttered, pleased with how well you were taking him.

dean was left burried comfortably in your wet heat as he sweet talked you, “my typa women, takin’ my cock so damn well,” he slowly resumed the fast pace thrusting, your arms tightening around his neck as your nails stayed working against his back, you felt every inch of his throbbing length thrusting into you, your cunt remember every inch that throbbed inside of your gummy walls, with squelching noise that made your guts clench uncomfortably.

his tip hit your g-spot with every frantic thrust. “your fuckin’ pussy was made for this dick, wasn’t it, huh, baby?” dean grabbed your chin, his free hand laying splayed your hips, “don’t get all shy now while your takin’ my cock.” he said tender-heartedly.

“yes! yes it was.” your head rolled back, “oh, god! ‘m close—” you gasped out, feeling the high coming close to an end. dean hissed out in relief as his come shot out in ropes inside of you. “shit, baby— you felt so good” dean kept thrusting inside of you, as you eventually came all over his cock. “oh you made me work for that one, didn’t you?” dean teased.

“that one was a fun one.” dean pushed your hair out of your face as for it had not so gracefully fallen into your face. he pulled out your cunt with a satisfying pop as your cunt begrudgingly let go of him. your come had mixed together, the mixed come leaking subtle out of your cunt. dean swiped his fingers over the leaking hole, bringing his two fingers to his mouth. he latched his mouth around his fingers, licking them greedily before pulling out with a pop. he helped you pull your underwear back on, following your pants. the so forth and so forth.

then dean pushed away from the counter, allowing you to hop down. you wobbled for a slight second, while you gathered yourself. you opened the door to the bathroom. and your once clouted mind of lust realized how dirty the gas station was. you’d expect nothing less, of course, because it was clearly run down before you even pulled up to the gas station, out dated even.

you and dean walked up to the front to return the key, dean cheerfully mused to mid-life crisis (his name tag was scratched out), “have a good day, bud.” he said endearingly as you both left.

[d3stinyist1red]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟸

yan light who is the sassiest man you've ever met

yan light who literally looks at Misa up and down in such disgust, it literally its like a popular mean girl looking at a nerd like damn hoe

yan light who wraps his arms around you, and literally says the sweetest things to you but then when it's Misa, he acts like she doesnt even exist

yan light who tells you he has to pretend to be misa's bf crying, like he's actually crying tears, blood, sweat, and everything

"b-babbyyy!! I d-dont wanna be wit-with that g-girl, I pro-promise!!"

"wife, does this mean I'm free?"

"Y/n L/n, leave me and I swear to God, i will roam the fucking earth searching for you."

yan light who even a complete stranger could tell he doesn't like Misa at all compared to you, he literally hugs you in public, kiss your jaw, hold your arm, hand, meanwhile with Misa, the farthest thing he has ever done was pat her shoulder 💀

yan light who in college, spends all his free time searching for you to hang out

yan light who memorizes your schedule, waiting outside your class whenever the bell rings

yan light who now sleep over at your house because he loves searching through your closet, searching for a hoodie that smells the most like you

yan light who literally thinks of ways to absolutely destroy ur TV and phone, he's quite literally only in some tight black shorts and ur hoodie and u don't wanna devour him??? Why tf are you tryna watch Tom and friends when he's literally there suggesting sex

yan light who you don't pay attention to all night, watching some Tom and friends cuz that shit mad entertaining, and light is over here rubbing his thighs together, glaring at the TV

Yan light who grabs you hand and puts it on his thighs, making your hand grip them.

Yan light who looks at you for a reaction, but you were STILL not bothering to look at him,

yan light who was pissed and sassy at you the whole night, turning his back to you and huffing, furrowed eyebrows

"hey, aren't ya gonna hug me? im cold"

Yan light who scoffs but turns around and begins to cuddle you, head between your boobies, forgetting why he was mad in the first place

yan light who wants to cut handcuffs on both you and him so you'll NEVER be seprated from him, literally wanting to bawl and cry at the thought of him without you

yan light who feels like he cant breath without you

yan light who literally thinks about the worst thing happening to you when you dont answer his call or text within a minute, about to start pulling at his hair and chewing on his nails with a crazy look on his face

yan light who memorizes your voice, the way you walk, the way you eat, the way you clean and everything just because hes that obsessed over you

yan light who is so close to using his death note on misa just because she managed to small talk you, glaring at her with such hatred you would think she killed his dog or sum

yan light who always making sure he holds the door open for your and giving you snacks when you dont have any

yan light who buys you things you've been recently talking about, telling you he deserves a kiss for what he did for u

yan light who is ur jealous lil wife <333

SOMEONE HELP NO MORE REQUEST P<LS ITS LIKE I SOLD MY FUCKIGN SOUL OMG I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START ATTHIS POINT

JKJK SEND REQUESTS IF U WANT

[prettygiri222]

okay but imagine eren seen a video of his baby momma at the club singin sexy redd’s “ FUCK MY BABYDADDY ” 😭😭 he just brings their son or daughter to reader’s mom and goes back to reader’s house and tears them TF upppp.

i can just hear him saying “ fuck yo baby who?? oh aight. ”

I had to add rapper!Eren to this cause it's something I always wanted to write😋

Eren x Black Fem Reader, PLOT + SMUT

rapper Eren Yeager's longtime girlfriend of six years broke up with him after having his first child, Duke Yeager. Eren shared a post on instagram confirming their breakup but stated that the both of them remain in Duke’s life as co-parents. the reason why was unreleased so fans speculated that Eren must’ve cheated because why else would you willingly break up with the famous rapper. his management released a statement saying it was due to conflicting schedules but it was seen as damage control so no one believed it.

during the six years of the relationship, his management managed to keep your face out of the media. but with the way Eren was constantly posting snippets of you, fans soon discovered who you were after matching physical features, traits and location that were found on his story with the ones present on your small instagram.

you two quickly became the it couple, how the girl from nowhere pulled a famous rapper gave fans hope because they saw them reflected in you. a woman who didn’t have to undergo multiple surgeries to pull the industry's finest. but after the breakup, that image fell.

his management did their best to keep things under wraps to keep the media from tormenting you but it didn’t work. when you posted a picture of yourself postpartum your dms filled with hateful comments wondering why Eren had gotten with you in the first place. you knew it was just jealous fangirls but it still got to you, especially since you weren’t all that confident in your new body and still recovering from your pregnancy. your accounts went silent shortly after.

although the breakup was mutual, the reason why was deeper than scheduling conflicts. you needed someone who was able to be there physically, emotionally and mentally. it was hard for Eren to provide that due to his career path, always travelling the world with a packed schedule. you guys did your best to make it work but after Duke came into the world you just couldn’t handle it anymore. 

Eren was a decent baby daddy and you guys co-parented well. you had full custody of him but when Eren was in town and would have time off you would send Duke over to him. Duke loved his daddy, always wanting to watch his concerts and interviews on the TV when he wasn’t there or free to facetime. Eren always made sure to send double what was asked for in child support to make sure you took care of yourself as well as his son.

that’s why when you reposted your friend’s story of you in the club all hell broke loose. people took it as a diss to your baby daddy, which it was, but not in the way they thought.

earlier that week you had dropped Duke off at Eren’s mansion. he had just flown back in from his world tour and finally had a few weeks off. despite being exhausted he called you up and asked if you could bring Duke over, wanting to spend as much time with his son as possible during his break. he sent over an uber black to pick the two of you up.

when Eren met you two at the door, Duke jumped into his arms smiling and giggling. it’s been a while since he’s seen his daddy in person. the sight made you awe. Eren turned to you and asked if you wanted to stay over so he could spend time with the two most important people in his life but sadly you declined. you didn’t want to interrupt their father and son bonding time.

Duke was almost a clone of Eren, he had his sharp green eyes, german nose and face shape. the only hints of you in him were his full lips, darker skin and coils. Duke was your little bundle of joy but he could be a handful at times. during the few times those two got to spend together Eren spoiled him rotten, whatever he wanted he got and it showed. whenever you told him no he would throw a tantrum saying how he wanted his daddy. you knew you were a good mother but hearing him say that when you were the one who took care of him every day hurt.

---

it was a friday night and Eren was at his crib chilling with Duke. he had his phone on do now disturb so his time with his family wouldn’t be interrupted. it was a shame you weren’t here to spend time with them. after having pizza, soda and ice cream for dinner the boys passed out on the couch after staying up past midnight watching movies. 

his peace was soon interrupted by the constant buzz of his phone. it roused him from his sleep but Duke slept through it. after the third ring, he finally answered the phone. he was pissed that his manager was calling him knowing it was his time off but he figured it must be important for them to use emergency bypass to call.

“what’s going on?” his voice gruff from his slumber and irritation. he turned on his phone to see it flooded with notifications from instagram, snapchat, tiktok, twitter, messages, missed calls from his friends and one from his mom and his heart dropped to his stomach. he hadn't dropped anything new recently so he knew whatever was happening had to be bad.

“well… it’s about your baby mama… she uh…” his manager was at a loss for words. he didn't know the words to describe the situation to make it not seem as bad as the media was already making it out to be. he knew Eren would be pissed when he found out what happened and they didn't want to be on the end of it. 

Eren was extremely protective of his family and friends. when he saw the hate you were receiving after you posted a picture of yourself postpartum he took to twitter immediately. he did not play when it came to you, together or not together. you were the mother of his child and you needed your respect. so he was wondering why you were playing in his face like this.

“well what is it?” he snapped, already losing his patience. “is she ok? is she hurt?” he shot upright from his resting position on the couch. he opened up the group chat between him, Armin, Connie, Onyankopon and Jean first. all that was sent was a blurry video followed by a bunch of skull and grave emojis.

he opened the video and immediately recognized the faces of a few of the girls in it as a few of your friends, Sasha, Mikasa and Historia at a club. Sasha, Connie’s model girlfriend was the one to record them singing along to a sexyy red song. he wondered what the video had to do with him until it panned to you. you stood out with your brightly dyed red hair styled in a what he recognized as a wash-and-go.

“fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy!” you were shouting the lyrics a little bit too passionately. you had your middle fingers stuck up to the camera showing off your glittery red acrylic nails. you were clearly wasted, drunk off of whatever drinks Sasha managed to shove down your throat.

“yes bitch!” your friends shouted as you turned around to shake your ass sticking out your tongue. you were wearing a ripped mesh dress. one of your friends reached out to pull down the back of your dress to prevent your ass from showing but the dress was already leaving very little to the imagination. the pregnancy did your body good, you were a bit on the skinny side before but now your hips had filled out, your ass and boobs swole and your skin finally cleared up. you were glowing.

“I’m a fine ass bitch, I ain’t in the in the house sad!” you were feeling yourself. it felt nice to get out of the house and away from Duke no matter how much you loved him. having to take care of a baby by yourself was tiring, no matter how much Eren supported you from afar you needed him there with you.

your friends were hyping you up and your mind grew hazy from both the alcohol and adrenaline. you were far too gone to realize what you said when you yelled “fuck Eren!” instead of the actual lyrics. the camera quickly panned to the floor before the video stopped.

Eren had to replay the video countless times to process what he had seen and heard. but he couldn’t believe it was you. never in the eight years he’s known you have you ever picked up the phone to send a dig at him through social media. no matter how tough the going got, it’s what he respected about you. you always wanted to talk problems through and try to make it work. Eren clenched his fist looking at you now.

Eren knows how baby mamas like you are seen and treated in the industry. he’s seen how they're constantly bashed and embarrassed by the fathers of their children and the media. Eren never wanted that for you, he wanted to give you a ring before he gave you a baby but accidents happen and here you both were. instead of calling him or stopping by to talk you wanted to show out for the fans and diss him. it was stupid of you, he knew you were better than this.

“so it’s “fuck Eren” is that right,” Eren laughed to himself throwing his head back on the couch. sure he couldn’t be there for you and Duke all the time like he wanted but at least he tried. he was a very busy man. but he did what he had to to make sure his mother, Duke and you could have a nice and cozy life. where Duke didn’t have to worry about if he was going to eat dinner that night. “bet.”

“sorry little man but I have to go get your mommy. you’re going to go to stay with your grandma tonight, ok?” he cooed to Duke, waking him up. Duke slowly woke up and was trying to rub the sleep out of his eye. Eren loved his son very much he was the reason he kept this stressful life up. 

he enjoyed making music and performing but not during the days when he slept in the studio trying to find the perfect lyrics and beat or days where he hardly slept because he had to stay on his feet. it was a fast life and if he couldn’t keep up it would all come crashing down. and for you to make a dig at that knowing how he felt was fucked.

“Eren Yeager!” his manager shouted through the phone overhearing the whole thing. he needed Eren to keep a calm head and not do anything rash tonight. he didn’t need him sparking more outrage in the media or doing something that could potentially ruin the relationship you two had. “what are you going to do?”

“what else, I’m going to go fuck my baby mama,” before his manager could get another word out he hung up the phone. 

“daddy said a bad word!”

“...don’t tell your mom and I’ll bring you to the studio with me.”

---

you wobbled into your apartment with a sheepish grin. it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulder tonight. it’s been a while since you went to the club and got so drunk that the world became a blur. you were slowly regaining memories of what happened that night and you couldn’t help but cringe knowing you would regret some of them in the morning. your phone died on your way home after you reposted Sasha’s story so you were oblivious to the buzz you had created.

when you went to unlock your door you found out that it was already open. you raised your brow but you brushed it off thinking you must’ve forgotten to lock it in your rush to leave the house. you knew the security for your building was tight, it was the main thing you were looking for when you were buying your apartment. it was a necessity since Duke was the son of a successful rapper. 

when you and Eren had split you bought yourself a nice little two-bedroom apartment deep in the city. Eren offered to pay for it but you immediately declined, you didn’t want anything else of yours to get attached to him. during your relationship you saved up a lot of money since Eren had always offered to buy you whatever you wanted and spoiled you rotten just like he was doing with Duke. he fueled your shopping addiction only wanting his girlfriend to have the best of the best.

you had a little side hustle as an occasional hairstylist and nail artist for your friends and family with the occasional new client. Eren told you time and time again you didn’t need to work and that he would take care of everything. but you liked having your own source of income it made you feel independent plus you enjoyed your job.

being able to close on your dream apartment was a dream come true and it left you feeling satisfied. you loved how everything was within walking distance, there was a daycare down the street along with an elementary school for when Duke got older. there was a grocery store right around the corner with a few outlets and public transit ran just outside the building, it was perfect for a single mother like you. 

“thought we were doing good with this co-parenting shit mama?” the second you opened the door you were greeted by a voice you knew better than your own. goosebumps covered your arms, ‘why is he here’ you thought.

“Eren?” you called out into the dark apartment. you felt the wall closest to the door for the switch and turned the light on. and there he was, Eren, your famous baby daddy. he turned his head to look at you from where he was seated on the couch. his eyes were extremely low, watching your every move. “are you ok? where's Duke?”

“with your mom,” Eren was having such a pleasant high, he felt so relaxed and calm in the dark room. he didn’t have the TV on and was just staring at the black screen. but the second the room lit up and you walked through the door with that tiny see-through dress on it dispersed. he narrowed his eyes down at you and you could tell you had just blown his high. his anger simmering underneath his calm demeanour. 

“how’d you even get in?” you never gave Eren the key to your apartment. having already been split and you always dropped Duke off at his place there was no reason for him to have one.

“front desk gave me a key after I flashed a couple of stacks,” he replied nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a crime on both parts. you rolled your eyes, this was how Eren fixed all his problems, with money. you get that when he was growing up it was something he didn’t have but now that he had it was like all he knew how to do was throw it at people to make his problems disappear.

“well if Duke isn’t here then there’s no reason for you to be,” you don’t know what you did to warrant this visit but you didn’t want to be in his presence any longer. you liked to keep your contact with Eren as minimal as possible. plus you didn’t have the energy to deal with him tonight, you were tired. hoping he would get the hint it was time to leave you walked away and headed towards your bedroom, “please see yourself out. we can talk another day.”

“nah, 'cause it’s “fuck Eren” right?” he got up from the couch and followed you down the hall and into your room. the wooden floor creaking under his weight. you didn’t have to turn around to know he was towering over you, you could feel him breathing down your neck. you tried to move away from him but he gripped your waist with a firm grip underneath and pulled you against him. “you must’ve gone crazy going so long with my dick huh? that must be it, acting like you lost your damn mind.”

“Eren!” you pulled away to look back at him in shock. “what are you even talking about?”

“don’t play dumb with me mama, your ass is all over the shade room talking about “fuck my baby daddy” ” he took his phone out of his pocket to show you their newest post. it was a screenshot of a video but it was clearly you, it was the same outfit and hairstyle you had on right now. you swiped the image on his phone in disbelief and the video played, “fuck Eren! fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy!”

“oh my gosh! Eren, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I was drunk and got carried away,” you looked up at him from the phone. you could tell he was pissed, his eyes darkened after hearing what you said in the video for the hundredth time. you were horrified, you didn’t mean to air out your personal problems and make Eren seem like a bad father. you knew how the public blew things out of proportion.

“they say drunk words are sober thoughts,” Eren stated, shrugging his shoulders. “I know Duke be stressing you out ma, let me fix it,” he stared down at you with a little smirk. he licked his lips, obviously checking you out. it's been a while since he's seen your body exposed, you always show up to drop Duke off in oversized sweaters and shirts. just looking at you like this made his dick hard, “plus you owe me an apology.”

that’s how you found yourself face down ass up in your bedroom with the man you’d never thought would step foot in your new apartment. Eren was behind you standing at the edge of the bed, his black and grey nike tech sweater was thrown somewhere in your room leaving him in a white wife beater and his golden cuban link chain. his grey sweats were down so that just his dick was out.

“mm fuck Eren! please,” you cried out. no matter how deeply you arched or angled your hips you couldn’t get him to reach where you needed him the most. he knew that but he loved watching you struggle and the way your brown cheeks jiggled after coming into contact with his pelvis. you were a sight to see, one that he deeply missed.

“you can do better than that mama,” he raised his pierced brow watching you. Eren stood completely still behind you, you had your face buried in the sheets as you attempted to throw it back on him. you were still dressed in your mesh dress but he ripped your thong off. “I saw you in that video. you were shaking that shit so c’mon, fuck me back ma.”

your makeup was staining your sheets but you could care less right now. the feeling of Eren stretching out your practically virginal walls was dumbfounding. he didn’t bother to stretch you out believing that your body was already moulded to his shape. but it’s been about two years since you last had sex. your tight walls were struggling to accommodate his humongous size.

“ ’m trying,” the lack of stimulation on your sweet spots had you in tears. the stretch was pleasurable but it wasn’t enough, paired with the shallow thrusts. you so desperately craved more so you reached in between your legs to play with your clit. Eren groaned at the sight of you touching yourself, not to mention you began to clench around him. 

“damn ma, now that’s what I’m talking about,” Eren gave your ass a harsh slap. you let out a little whine as you lost your rhythm because of it. but you soon found it again. your wetness was soaking his dick and you were basically twerking on his dick. Eren loved every second of it. 

he took one of your ass cheeks and pulled it to the side with his tattooed hand, he watched himself go in and out of your brown folds. feeling the unsteady approach of his orgasm watching as you struggled to fuck yourself on him he decided to finally grant you mercy. he languidly began to thrust into you. “go ahead and nut on this dick mama.”

 “o-okay” you stuttered out. you struggled to concentrate on stimulating your sensitive clit while bouncing back to meet Eren’s lazy thrusts. your fingers were covered in your own wetness while you rubbed little circles on your bud. each loop paired with the tip of his dick pressing against that spongy spot inside you brought you ever closer to your climax. “ ‘m so close!”

“let it out for me baby,” the pace became erratic, you guys’ release at its peak. sometimes his dick collided straight into your soft spot and sometimes it completely missed. but the feeling of him pummeling in and out of you had you convulsing around his dick. “keep squeezing around me like that and I'll put another baby in you, fuck.”

you let out broken whines as you struggled to continuously stimulate your bud. you were soaking wet that your fingers slipped around. “‘ren! ren!” you chanted, reaching out toward him with your slick-covered hand. Eren grabbed it and put it in his mouth. groaning deeply as he licked and sucked on your coated digits.

“don’t worry mama, I got you. let it out for me,” Eren leaned over your arched form and whispered in your ear. his husky sending shivers down your spine as he talked you through it. you listened to him feeling the wave of pleasure overwhelm you, the sensation in your stomach bursting.

“f-fuck, fuck!”

“shit,” when he felt himself about to burst he pulled out of your pussy's compelling grasp. he watched the lewd scene in front of him and used it to jerk off. he groaned out stroking his soaking dick. your pussy hole remained gaping after he pulled out and your liquids were spilling on your sheets. after a few strokes, he released all over your back onto your mesh dress staining it.

you plopped down onto your empty bed exhausted. the room filled with the sound of laboured breathing as you guys tried to catch your breath. the sound of Eren shuffling around could be heard soon after. your heart ached at the thought of him leaving you so soon but you closed your eyes, ‘it’s for the better’ you thought. you wanted a few moments of rest before you went to wash up.

but Eren wasn’t finished yet, he was shedding the remaining articles of his clothing leaving him naked. your eyes opened feeling the bed dip under the extra weight. before you could protest, Eren had already climbed on top of you, grabbing your legs and having them pushed over your head, “we’re not finished yet.”

this time Eren took the lead, he had ripped off your dress leaving you completely naked and exposed to his eyes. he had you folded over like a pretzel leaving you open for him. your legs were bent so far over your head you could see the top of your pussy and watch as Eren thrusted in and out of your overstimulated hole from above. the pleasure made you want to slither away but Eren’s strong hold kept you still.

“E-eren!” you were losing your mind from the stimulation. “too much! it’s too much!” you cried out. you reached out to push against his rock-hard abdomen. you didn’t want him to stop, not when you were so close to your second orgasm of the night but it was too much. he was being so rough with you. you didn’t think you had it in you after motherhood to be manhandled like this.

“nah, you can take it. you’re a big girl now, dissing me at the club with your friends. be glad I’m even fucking you since I’m such a “bad baby daddy.” Eren mocked you from above. he didn’t even flinch as you tried to push him away. he smiled down at you watching how easily you got fucked out. moans were no longer coming out your mouth, more like strangled sobs and whines that were being forced out after each deep thrust of his. the head of his dick battering your insides and abusing your soft spot left you tremoring underneath him.

“imsorryimsorry,” you babbled out. your mascara and eyeliner were running down your cheeks and your lipstick was smothered but you couldn’t look any prettier to Eren. he enjoyed watching as your tits bounce around. he brought his forest green eyes back up to you watching as you bit your quivering lip.

“how’d that song go again?” Eren sarcastically asked. with the number of times he replayed that video he had the lyrics, beat and rhythm all memorized. “something like this right?” pap! pap! pap! Eren changed the rhythm of his thrusts, the sound of his balls clapping against your ass and the squelching sounds of your pussy mimicked the bow bow bow of the song. he angled each thrust to deliver a particularly harsh hit to your g-spot.

without warning an intense feeling of pleasure erupted in your stomach. “imcuming!” you cried out. you could feel a liquid flow out from your pussy, completely drenching Eren’s dick. he quickly pulled out to watch you squirt, a sight he immensely missed. the translucent liquid gushed out of your hole soaking the sheets as well.

“you said fuck your baby who?” Eren smiled down at your fucked out face. you couldn’t even answer him with the overwhelming pleasure rendering all of your senses useless. your head was thrown back and your face furrowed, coming down from the high of your intense orgasm. “oh aight.”

I think I got a bit carried away🤭

[bokunoheros]

ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER DAY 11 - uniforms : neito monoma

warnings : afab reader, monoma is a little panty stealing perv, voyeurism, masturbation, recording/taping sexual acts

word count : 940

🐙 note : the way we locked tf in to write this was crazy like we did this on the 10th at 10:30 bruh

🦊 note : hi guys! this was our first real collab and we wrote it literally the night before it was due please pray for us 

monoma was many things; arrogant, egotistical, a little batshit, and, unknown to most, a giant fucking pervert. monoma’s favorite thing about you was how good you looked in your school uniform, and how utterly oblivious you were. he was constantly stealing glances at you, down your shirt, up your skirt, and even blatantly at your chest. the best part of it all was that you were in his class AND you were class president so he saw you and you talked to him quite often. 

yes, there were other girls in your class, and even in your school, but he couldn’t change how good the uniform looked on you specifically. your perfectly proportioned body, from your waist:hip ratio, to your perfectly sized tits, and an ass that just wouldn’t stop, you were just so delicious that monoma couldn’t help staring at any given opportunity. not to mention your beautiful face that complimented your body perfectly; oh, how your soft eyes and kind smile made him absolutely swoon. not only was he a sucker for you sexually, he also had an enormous crush on you. i mean, really, how could he not with the way you lead the class and got along with everyone (even the pesky class 1-A students). monoma was in way over his head when it came to you. 

so, it was only natural that once everyone at U.A. had settled into the dorms, that he begun stealing your panties from the dirty laundry piles when he thought there was no one else around to witness his perverted schemes; sneaking off to his room to beat the shit out of his dick, your pretty pink panties wrapped around it as he ruts into his hand, biting his bottom lip trying hard not to moan your name as he pretends its your hand wrapped around his leaky cock. being the ever bold person he is, he even managed to start stealing your bras. finding them so adorable and envisioning your perfect tits filling them out.

it didn’t take you very long to notice certain pairs of panties and bras going missing, however; of course you’d recognize when your nicer, pricier, matching sets suddenly vanish! but who on earth could possibly be the thief..? (maybe the guy whose name is literally phantom thief?? just a thought.)

you had a sneaking suspicion on who the thief was, so one night, you decided to sneak into monoma’s room while he was out, it was minorly disheveled, but overall put together and kind of bland. you found his closet to be positioned on the wall to the right of his bed and figured it to be the perfect spot to spy on him to confirm your suspicions. shimmying your way in, you sat and waited for your prey.

after sitting there for about 15 minutes on your phone (and trust the twitter timeline was crazy), your ears perked up as you heard the bedroom door open and close, followed by soft footsteps, as if someone were intentionally trying not to be heard. peeping out the crack in the closet doors you see monoma walking towards his bed with your panties peeking out from his pocket. 

you almost catch yourself gasping at the sight, you knew it! of course it was monoma who took your underwear, he was always staring at you to the point you felt he was burning holes into you. slowly he took the panties out of his pocket and held them up, firstly just giving them a good look over. your eyes widened when he opened them up and put them on his face, an exacerbated sigh leaving his mouth. carefully pulling down his pants you sit there stunned that this was actually happening, before you can even think you pull out your phone and hold it up to the crack, pressing record. 

you watch intently as monoma wraps your panties around the upper half of his thick cock, closer to the tip, and slowly start to jerk it up and down, progressively picking up speed. his head tilts back and you feel your face flush when you hear him moan your name, and the hand that isn’t holding your phone comes up to cover your mouth in shock. oh, he was down bad.

it isn’t long before he’s cumming with a loud cry of your name and jizzing all over his hand and your panties, you abruptly end your video, having all the evidence you needed.

jumping out of his closet, you point an accusing finger at him and whisper-shout you! you’re the thief!

neito blushes a deep red in shame over being caught red (or white??) handed, and he gasps out your name again, like he was addicted to saying it, before going completely silent. what on god’s green earth could he possibly say!??!? shit. think, monoma, think! 

“i— uhm, fuck—”

“neito, i— i don’t— why?” you ask, as if you didn’t already know the answer; you weren’t oblivious to the way he looked at you, or snuck glances down your shirt all the time.

“well— because, uhm… because—” he takes a deep breath and steels his nerves. “because i’m in love with you….?”

“so—you steal my panties!? and bras?!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up, gripping your phone firmly. 

“i—” you slap him in the face and snatch your panties out of his hand before storming off to your dorm room….. just to lock the door and strip out of your current pajamas to put the nasty underwear on and jerk it in your own bed as you watched the video you had recorded.

[svtiddiess]

I'm gonna stay as an anon cuz idk why I'm embarrassed 😫

2. “jealous? who, me? impossible” *is actually seething with rage & jealousy*

(Seungcheol is prolly 2secs away from beating tf outta the guy afabreader was laughing, giggling, and playfully shoving around with)

A bit of argument with cheol's jealousy between them

23. “and who are you to tell me who i can and can't be with?” “i'm your future husband, and probably, father of your future children.”

Flustered ass afabreader, as she storms away (I was hoping the scene could take place in the university cafeteria in front of a sh ton of students, please 🫶🏻)

Cheol follows her behind, to her dorm, and (rest idk cuz I don't wanna oversplain it which I'm afraid I already did idk I'm gonna pray that you accept this one) 🫂🎀✨️🫶🏻🫂🎀✨️🫶🏻🫂🎀✨️🫶🏻🫂🎀✨️🫶🏻🫂🎀✨️🫶🏻🫂🫶🏻✨️🎀🫂

"Jealous? Who, Me? Impossible" + "And Who Are You To Tell Me Who I Can And Can't Be With?"

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: angst, fluff, non-idol! au, drabble

Rating: sfw

Word count: 0.6k

Note: There's no need to be embarrased anonie! This is a safe space where you're allowed to be as unhinged as you want!

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Jeonghan could feel the heat of Seungcheol's anger radiating off him like a furnace. He was practically seething, his jaw clenched tight as his gaze burned into you—specifically, at the way you were flirting with your classmate. Seungcheol had always had a crush on you, though he was terrible at hiding it. Yet, you seemed completely oblivious, brushing off every hint he threw your way.

What was supposed to be a normal lunch break at the university café had turned into a disaster. If Jeonghan had known he’d have to deal with Seungcheol's simmering rage, he would’ve stayed in his dorm. Letting out a soft sigh, he shook his head and muttered, "You seem jealous."

"Jealous? Who, me? Impossible," Seungcheol scoffed, his voice thick with sarcasm.

"You know she's not yours, right? She's allowed to flirt with whoever she wants," Jeonghan pointed out, his tone calm but firm.

Seungcheol only grumbled in response, rolling his eyes. Deep down, he knew Jeonghan was right, but that didn't stop the anger churning in his stomach or the ache in his chest. His frustration only grew when he saw you lean in and kiss your classmate's cheek. That was it—the final straw. Without a second thought, Seungcheol shot up from his seat and marched over to you, ignoring Jeonghan's protests.

You looked up at him, startled. "Seungcheol? What are you doing here?" you asked, clearly caught off guard.

Without a word, he grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him. "We're leaving," he growled.

"What the—Seungcheol! What are you doing?!" you exclaimed, trying to wrench your arm free from his iron grip.

"I said we're leaving," he repeated, his voice low and firm. "I don't want you flirting with him," he added, glaring at your classmate.

You scoffed, completely bewildered. "And who are you to tell me who I can and can’t be with?"

Without hesitation, he shot back, "I'm your future husband, and probably, father of your future children."

His words hit you like a shockwave. You froze, your eyes widening and your lips parting in surprise. A blush crept across your cheeks as you stammered, too flustered to respond. Seungcheol took your silence as an opportunity to tug you toward the door, but you dug in your heels.

"N-No! You can't just barge in here, cause a scene, and expect me to go along with it!" you yelled, finally managing to pull your hand free.

Seungcheol glanced around and realised the entire café was staring at them. Maybe he had gone a bit overboard. Before he could say anything else, you stormed off, clearly embarrassed. He scrambled after you, determined to make things right.

He followed you all the way to your dorm, catching the door just before you could slam it in his face. Stepping inside, he watched as you backed away, your expression a mix of anger and confusion.

"Go away, Seungcheol!" you shouted, trying to push him out, but his size and strength made it impossible.

Instead, he grabbed your hands and held them against his chest. "Y/N, please, just give me a chance to explain," he pleaded, his voice softer now.

"What is there to explain?!" you snapped, still struggling. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone, ruined my chances with Wonwoo, and—"

"I'm in love with you, Y/N!" he blurted out, cutting you off.

You froze, your eyes locking onto his. "W-What?" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"I'm in love with you," he repeated, his gaze steady despite the vulnerability in his voice. "I always have been. Ever since we met, I've fallen for you—deeply." He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "Let me make this right. Please. Let me take you out on a proper date and show you how much you mean to me."

For a moment, the room was silent. You stared at him, your mind racing as you processed his words. Finally, you took a deep breath and gave him your answer.

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[0deathpainting0]

yk whats been on my mind babes ??

toji and shiu coming home to find reader asleep, but theyre both pent tf up from work …

somnophilia .. 🦇

one rule

toji x f!reader x shiu

warnings: 18+ swearing, free use fs, somno, spanking, p in v, rough, raw, creampie, slightest amt of cum play like if you squint, mean!shiu but bros just tired :(, ur genuinely just used and filled by these men !

a/n: my first time writing for shiu so like don’t flame me too hard 😔adored this request tho!! thank u bb it came so fast 😘💞

w/c: 1261

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It’s been a long day. A long fucking week. All Shiu wanted to do was go home to his quiet apartment. That dream was crushed about two months ago when Toji knocked and asked for a place to crash. Of course Toji followed up two weeks later with saying he just “couldn’t finish the job” and brought you home. 

Shiu had about lost it. Hand flexing towards his safe ready to take care of both of his problems at once, but for some forsaken reason he let you both stay. 

Subconsciously, it was probably to fill the infinite void of loneliness, but right now he’s feeling as if it’s to play the game of how long he can hold it together until he absolutely fucking snaps. 

Toji is yapping away in the passenger seat calling it a “debrief” on his job from earlier, but Shiu is clocked out. No more paperwork and absolutely no more fucking debriefs. His knuckles are white against the steering wheel, jaw clenched, eyes locked on the road as Toji rambles on. 

He’s on autopilot the whole way home. Drowning out the conversation, willing them to be in the underground garage and on the way up the apartment. Toji’s still going, unaware of how close Shiu is to breaking. 

By some miracle he manages to park the car and drag himself to the elevator with Toji hot on his heels. The elevator ride is filled with nods and grunts as he tries everything to get Toji to stop. The walk down the hall he continues and once the apartment door is in sight he turns to Toji. 

“We’re home. Shut the fuck up. I don’t care. I need silence.” with that Shiu turns and unlocks the apartment and steps inside. 

“Look at that.” Toji hums and the sides of Shiu’s vision go black at his voice again. “She waited up for us.. or at least tried.” he chuckles, walking over to you on the couch. “I’ll make sure she stays quiet.” Toji grins over his shoulder as he starts to unbuckle his belt. 

“No shame..” Shiu purses his lips. “No decorum." and with that he turns to his room knowing in a couple minutes his silence will be stolen from him once more. 

Toji is quick to drop his pants as he lifts your shirt up seeing your cute little panties. He hovers over your back on the couch placing kisses and bites on your covered shoulder. Cock pressing between your thighs, heavy, hot. Leaking tip nudging against your bud as he sloppily humps you, listening to your sleepy whimpers. 

“Hush, don’t want to get Shiu all pissed off again..” Toji grins, pushing your head back into the pillow. 

Panties roughly pulled to the side, hips hoisted up, you’re fully exposed and open for Toji. He slides his cock up and down your slit, watching as your pussy starts to coat him with your slick. With a few more rushed and teasing thrusts, you’re fully whimpering and pushing back into him. 

“Toji !” you gasp when he pushes his tip in. 

“That’s it, baby.” he grunts, pushing in inch by agonizing inch. “Sucking me in so good.” 

After he’s bottomed out it’s like his mind zeros in on your pussy and the way it clenches and slobbers all over his cock. His pace is demanding, rough. If the sounds of your broken whines didn’t fill the apartment then surely the sound of skin on skin did. Big hands slapping your ass, pulling your hair, all while he continues to drill into you. 

You’re spent already, mind fuzzy, pussy crying for him as he continues at his pace. Your nails are dug into the couch as you push back to meet his thrusts, feeling the build up in your tummy. He gives out a low chuckle and angels his hips just right and-

“Tooojiiii fuck !” you cum hard, messy all over his cock and thighs. 

“Shhhhh.” he hushes. “God damn.” he grunts, not able to push his pleasure off anymore. “Gonna fill you up nice and good.” and you feel his cum start to fill you in ropes. 

You’re stuffed full, legs weak, head cloudy. You hum as you feel Toji lift you and the next thing you know you’re getting placed on your soft blankets. Soft whispers and a soft slap on your ass are the last thing you remember before hearing your door shut. 

Shiu waited an hour. Silently seething in his room, door shut, eyes staring straight ahead. His apartment finally fucking silent. Silent. A rare occurrence. His only rule. That the both of you constantly ignore is to give him silence after work. He’s let it go on for too long. Far too long. 

His legs take him to your door automatically. Hands balled into fists. He’s still in his work clothes, shirt loosened, sleeves pushed up. Hair disheveled from running his fingers through it, angry, distracted. He nods his head once and pushes your door open before softly clicking it shut behind him. 

You’re a fucking mess. Red handprints on your ass, panties barely put back in place. Cum between your thighs, hair tangled. He shakes his head at you.

“I have one rule.” he steps closer to the bed. “Just one.” his hand trails up your leg, your thigh twitches. “All I ask for is silence when I come home. That’s it.” his fingers dig into your soft flesh and all you do is spread your legs. 

His hand hooks into your waistband, yanking your panties down in one go. He steps back and watches your thighs spread, eyes darkening, cock straining on his pants. He sighs, annoyed but.. fuck it. He frees his cock, stroking it a couple times as you shift your hips at him and lift up onto your knees. 

“Fucking filthy.” his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you closer. “Can’t listen but can be used.” he smacks your ass and you whimper. “I said silence.” 

“��m sorry.” he lands a quick smack to your ass. 

“Shut up.” another smack. 

“Shiu !” he watches you clench around nothing as he lands spank after spank until your thighs are trembling, pussy leaking. “‘m sorry.” a sharp smack to your pussy. 

“If you don’t shut the fuck up.” another spank. “I’ll leave.” he plunges his cock into you in one motion. 

You bite into your pillow as hard as you can as he plows into you. Fucking you relentlessly, calculated, mean. Smack after smack of skin, he spanks you again at this sound, surely it’s your fault for making him fuck you so forcfully. Yours and Tojis cum leaking all over him and he growls, thinking about how Toji got him into this literal mess in the first place before landing another sharp smack on each of your cheeks.

“You're messy.” one harsh thrust. “You’re loud.” his hand presses into the center of your shoulders as his thrusts get harder. “And you’re fucking taking me so good.” his only praise and you combust around him at his low words. 

Your pussy is pulsing around him, begging him to fill you. With a couple more grunts and spanks he’s filling you with his hot cum, still fucking it into you roughly. His mind eventually clears and he pulls out watching you leak and fall back into bed limply. He situates himself back in his pants, shaking his head that you’re already fast asleep again. 

“Stay quiet or you’ll keep getting punished.” he mumbles before walking back to his room, basking in the silence.

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[miruac]

dating nanami headcanons

masterlist

navigation

warnings: nanamin being the absolute green flag he is(im so in love with him it isnt funny)

a/n: i love this man. i love him so much. the blueprint for my type irl. i love u namin <3

nanami thought he would never date-want to date, while being a sorceror

but when he met you, it was like a switch turned on in his brain

he suddenly fell head over heels when you walked onto the campus, as a teaching assistant who worked under gojo

you stepped into the room behind gojo, and behind his glasses he was STARING at you

everything gojo was yapping about came in through one ear and left through the other

when some people write nanami they write him as if hes absolutely bitchless and has never felt like any attraction to ANYONE whatsoever

but not me teehee :3

sure nanamins had some crushes on the past, but not so bad that he would be daydreaming about them everyday while laying on his bed and kicking his feet

it's been a while since he's crushed on someone, so he dismisses his feelings

his heart racing? too much caffeine. blush on his cheeks? thermostat cranked too high. sweaty palms? wore too many layers

hes so oblivious but also not how tf do i describe him

so observative. he saw how you shifted your weight away from gojo when he leaned on your shoulder and nanami SWOOPED RIGHT IN

'y/n-san, are you feeling alright? here, let me take you to shoko.'

oh im feral lol AWOOOOOGA

it went from being assigned on missions together, to small waves and smiles at each other in the halls, then shared lunch breaks 💔

hes so protective its sooo hot

he manages to always tuck you behind him and shields you with his body

his shoulders....his back...his arms...🤤🤤🤤

smash WHATTT WHO SAID THAT

i did im admitting it and im proud to admit it

he does the thing that like whenever someone he doesn't like comes up and starts flirting with you grabs your waist and pulls you against him

he does it so easily too its scary but so hawt of him

HES SOO OBSERVANT

knows when ans how to cheer you up if youve had a bad day

he never never wants to get angry at you

if he gets too heated, he politely asks that both of you find some time to cool down

always knows how to comfort you

you want time alone? yeah youll get some space. you want food? hes ordering it. whatever you want, he does

oh my baby. my old baby. i love him.

hes such a sleepy guy

hes used to not getting as much sleep due to him working so much overtime in the past

so much that its become a habit for him to sleep for like at most 5 hours at a time

sometimes when he comes home, he beelines straight for you

he throws his blade and blazer to the side, kicking his shoes off

and then he just lays on you

its crushing but in the most comforting way hes like a giant weigted blanket

you can't count the amount of times he's fallen asleep on you like that

he just feels so safe around you </3

im sad now

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

My emotional journey through Magnum Opus in chronological order:

Rambling gushing word salad about the card and especially SylusMC + a small tangent on MC's bathroom below 🤗

SylusMC you mean the world to meeee 😭💘 the icons, the legends, they are the MOMENT.

Their dynamic is everything. They're both so effortlessly funny. I love their banter, their sassiness, their matching energy, their push and pull. I love their progression, them being losers in love too stubborn and proud to be direct but having their own love language that only they can understand, them being disgustingly love drunk and tenderly cradling each other's faces whilst admiring the features of their beloved. Each literally holding their whole world in their hands. And I love how happy they both are to just be in one another's presence. Sylus in particular is laughing and smiling and radiating unadulterated joy the whole way through.

This is now officially my favorite card. It's sitting at the head of the table, Grassland, NoS and Nightplumes close by (and soon to be joined by Sylus' birthday card, I suspect).

This memory made me feel so many things. I giggled. I laughed. I squealed. I got choked up. I cried.

Magnum Opus just reinforces what a comforting character Sylus is. With every fiber of his being, he adores MC. Worships her. There is nothing he won't do to make her happy. He'd drop everything for her. Burn the whole world down, if she so desired. He does all in his power and more to make her feel loved and cherished. His love for her is so pure and so deep and so sweet and so beautiful that I get choked up just from thinking about it.

And the same goes for MC's feelings for Sylus. She loves him as fiercely, wholeheartedly, and unconditionally as he loves her. She dgaf about his status or his wealth. She loves him for being him, pure and simple. She craves him and his company. She understands him and she sees the true beauty of his soul. She is loyal and protective. She hates and fumes when others talk ill of him or even act slightly rude towards him. And, just like Sylus, she would burn the world down for her beloved.

I will never stop crying about these two and how beautiful their relationship is 😩

Another thing that makes me cry — as well as laugh — is Sylus getting jealous of a mannequin, and also him apparently finding THIS bathroom

too small 😭😭 tf does his bathrooms look like to make him consider THIS massive bathroom with whole-ass furniture, a wide window, and a pumpkin(lol wtf) plus a bathtub big enough for two grown people, SMALL and cramped? Are his bathrooms Roman bathhouses or smt?

Anyway, I now firmly believe he keeps roasting her "small" apartment solely to make her move in with him instead fhshjdhd smh 😭

One other thing though... how did Sylus ever manage to hit his head on a cabinet in that bathroom? I guess it just reinforces how huge Sylus is. You'd have to be to manage a feat like that in MC's bathroom. I do sort of suspect though that he did it on purpose just so MC could pamper him dhdjfj

Anyway, Magnum Opus is a masterpiece. She will forever be famous 💖

[v-hope]

glad you’re missing TF bc me too, i wanna see them finally settling and knowing they’re ready for the next big step in their lives or even just discussing building a family after grad or when they’re at a good stage in their careers🥺🤧

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: slight angst, flufffff, established relationship, non-idol au

warnings: pregnancy scare, mentions of condoms, mentions of unprotected sex

word count: 2.3k

a/n: um. hello after years lolll. i started going through very old requests in my ask box yesterday in case i found anything that’d bring some inspiration to my very uninspired self, and i found manyyyy tiger flower ones and this one in particular reminded me of a headcanon of mine that i never wrote nor mentioned (i think) but for some reason it was??? an actual Thing???? in my mind????? so yeah lol here i am. i don’t think anyone even cares about tiger flower (minus one person. u know who u are<3) anymore, BUT fuck it, i missed them and enjoyed writing this. i hope whoever reads it enjoys it too, bye<333

A pregnancy scare wasn’t something you were expecting only two months into moving in together after your graduation. It wasn’t something you were expecting at all.

At most, you and Jeongguk had agreed on getting a puppy as a new addition to your family of two. Said discussion happened when the two of you had only been together for a few months, a little over a year ago, where you both agreed on moving in together after you graduated college and then get a puppy right away.

Moving in together was not up for debate — you knew so the moment Jeongguk got a job in the last year of college and so did you, saving enough money to get a decent place and looking for apartments throughout the entire year, so you could secure a lease as soon as your previous ones ended. On the other hand, although you were still excited as hell to get a dog, once you were settled in your shared place, you were both too busy and overwhelmed trying to keep up with your new jobs and all the new changes in your lives to even think of adding another responsibility on top of them all, let alone one that had to do with a living creature.

If neither of you felt ready to get a puppy yet, how the hell were you supposed to raise a child?

Your heart beat so fast against your chest, you felt like you would pass out any moment, as you paced around the bathroom while you waited for the pregnancy test to tell you whether you’d bring another human being to the world in nine more months or not. Endless thoughts running through your mind as you did so, and you internally cursed at yourself for not having waited outside with Jeongguk instead — God knows you needed his arms around you to bring you comfort.

You definitely needed Jeongguk to hold you, you realised the second the alarm you set as soon as you took the test finally went off, managing to somehow turn it off with your shaky hands, and fighting not to drop your phone as you took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment before taking a look to the test on the sink.

Once you earned enough courage to finally open your eyes and focus them on it, you exhaled all the air you didn’t know you were holding up until then — instant relief washing through your body.

Negative.

You were given another chance not to raise a child when neither of you were ready.

And yet, a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little bit disappointed, empty even, now that said possibility was out of the way.

Although it was not the right time, a family with Jeongguk was something you’d always be happy about — and something you were only now realising you longed for way more than you thought you did.

Coming out of the bathroom and meeting a very distressed Jeongguk waiting right outside the door, you shook your head no right away, just like that letting him know you were on the clear this time around.

He let out a heavy, shaky sigh, rubbing his eyes with his palms as he processed the news, before he pulled you into his arms like you so badly needed him to — melting into his familiar touch and inhaling his scent as you felt yourself begin to calm down.

He said nothing, you said nothing. Your arms around one another and feeling each other’s comfort were all you needed right then.

Jeongguk didn’t let go until he felt your body stop trembling, only pulling away enough to rest his forehead on yours and cup your face in his warm hands.

“You okay?” He wondered; for a change, not being able to tell what the expression on your face meant right then.

He genuinely didn’t know whether you were relieved or not. And, therefore, he didn’t know how to react to the news. Yes, he had sighed in relief a minute ago, but that was as much as he’d let himself express until he knew how you felt about the whole situation.

You nodded, still a little bit stunned — not knowing whether you should say what was on your mind. Then again, it was Jeongguk the one in front of you, holding you. You knew you could tell him anything and he would understand, or at least try his best to do so.

“Is it wrong that I feel a little bit disappointed?” You finally mumbled, catching his attention. “I mean, I know we’re not ready, and we haven’t planned it at all and I would be so fucking terrified had it turned out positive, but, I just…”

“I get it,” he stepped up when he realised you wouldn’t talk anymore, gently reaching for your hands and holding them in his. “Of course I’m relieved we’re not having a baby right now, but… a part of me really wants to start a family with you now”.

“Now?” You playfully raised an eyebrow.

“Not now,” he panicked. “But, I mean, in the near future, but not that nea—ugh, you get it”.

You couldn’t hold back a giggle, biting your lip when he rested his head on your shoulder, embarrassedly hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I know,” you reassured him, running your thumb on the back of his hand. “I can’t wait to start a family with you either. It’d be cute, wouldn’t it?”

He nodded — one hundred percent on board with it, yet pensively.

Up until that day, you hadn’t really discussed your future together. It was more of a given. Unspoken, but you both knew you wanted everything with each other. From moving in together, to getting married, to having kids, to growing old together.

Maybe it was finally time for you to actually bring those thoughts up.

“What do you think is a good age for us to start trying?” Jeongguk wondered, his voice gentle as ever.

You puckered your lips as you pondered your options. “I mean, we’re only twenty three this year… Maybe in another two or three more?”

“Yeah…” he quietly agreed. “We still need to get the hang of living together on our own…”

“Getting a puppy…” you added.

“Save some money” Jeongguk considered.

“Get a bigger place”.

“Get married”.

You smiled at his addition, feeling the by now very familiar butterflies fill your stomach. Reaching your hand up to cup his cheek, you sweetly ran your thumb over the corner of his mouth.

“You wanna marry me?”

“I am marrying you, Y/N” he confidently stated, only to feel his cheeks burn the next second when he caught the way your eyes lit up. “I mean, if you’ll take me, of course…”

You giggled once again, this time throwing your head slightly back as you rejoiced at the new bit of information your boyfriend had just provided you with. “I am marrying you so hard one day, Jeon Jeongguk”.

He beamed, giggling against your mouth as he searched for it and trapped your bottom lip in between his smiling ones.

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh of your own, wrapping your arms around his neck when he held you up by your thighs and took you to the sofa only a few steps away in your living room — not letting go of you for a second as he carefully lied on his back with you on top of him.

Lying your face comfortably on his chest, and running your fingertips up and down on it, you let out a contented sigh.

“So, kids sometime after we’re twenty six?” You returned to your previous conversation, before you got carried away by your desire to spend the rest of your lives together.

He hummed in response. “We should already have achieved all our previous goals by then, so I think it’s the most reasonable”.

“After twenty six it is then” you settled, smiling brightly when he reached for your hand and interlaced your fingers. “How many would you like?”

“Two or three would be nice,” Jeongguk confessed. “I’m okay with as many as you’re willing to have, though”.

“I always thought two… a girl and a boy” you admitted, feeling him smile against your head. “But I wouldn’t mind having three of them with you” a smile curved up your lips at the simple thought.

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “Two girls and a boy, or two boys and a girl…”

“What if it’s three girls?” You looked up at him.

“That’d be nice” he smiled.

“And if it’s three boys?”

“That’d be nice, too”.

“Mhm…” you squinted your eyes, suspiciously staring into his. “You want at least one girl so bad, Jeon Jeongguk”.

“I didn’t say that?” He defended himself.

“I can see it in your eyes” you playfully poked his forehead.

He rolled his eyes in amusement, tightening his hold on your hand to stop you from poking him again. “Well, sue me for wanting a mini version of you”.

Your heart melted, and you were pouting before you knew it. “I want a mini bun, too”.

“Too bad, we’re only having three girls now” he teased.

“Shut up,” you whined, slumping your face back down on his chest. “You just created a new need for me”.

Jeongguk’s chest trembled as a blissful laugh escaped his lips, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you so close to him you almost found it hard to breathe. You would never complain about it, though, let alone when his lips began to pepper kiss after kiss on the crown of your head.

“I love you,” he said. “And honestly I’ll be happy with whatever sex they are as long as they’re ours and we raise them together”.

His words brought tears to your eyes and a lump in your throat, being apparently still too sensitive over the whole situation not to feel like crying when he said the most reassuring words you needed to hear.

“You’re gonna make me cry” you let him know, looking up to meet his doe eyes once more. “But I’ll be the happiest as long as that’s the case, too”.

Jeongguk smiled timidly, gently pushing your chin slightly up for your lips to come in contact with his; pressing a soft kiss on them before his arms were once again tightening their hold around your waist.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled, nuzzling your hair.

“What for?” You questioned.

Jeongguk shrugged, fingers drawing small circles on your back. “For putting you through this…”

You chuckled, burying your face in his neck. “It takes two to make a child, bunny. Which we didn’t get to make, by the way”.

“I know,” he pouted, holding you somehow tighter against his body. “But last time I was too horny to go get a condom”.

You snorted. “Nothing we haven’t done before. We just tested our luck for the hundredth time and it backfired on us for once”.

Although you weren’t looking at him right then, you knew a pout had just formed on his bottom lip. You tenderly kissed his chest, in hopes of making the sad look on his pretty face go away.

When you felt him be distraught still, you decided to switch the mood a little bit.

“Still, I did have the scare of my life, so we’re going on a sex strike for a bit”.

His mouth fell open in disbelief, pulling you up by your shoulders so he could look you in the eye. “You’re not serious”.

“I am” you stated, trying your best not to allow your lips to break into a smile. “One month at least”.

“At least?!”

“Aren’t you the one who went twenty one whole years without having sex?” You raised a teasing eyebrow. “This should be nothing to you”.

“Petal…” he whined, hiding his face in your neck. “It’s not the same now”.

“Why not?”

“Because I got a taste of it with you two years ago and I can’t control myself around you now, you know it”.

“Sucks to be you” you shrugged. “One month starting today”.

Letting out a defeated cry that could only have you finally releasing the laugh you managed to hold for so long, he rested his head back against the couch.

“Can this month end already”.

“So you’re just accepting your fate?” You were the one in disbelief now. “You won’t even try to convince me otherwise?”

“No, it’s up to you” he said, closing his eyes as he threw an arm over them. “If you don’t want me to touch you then I’ll just keep my hands to myself and suffer in silence”.

You half cooed, half laughed, not having expected such a touching answer to your playful question. Then again, it was Jeongguk the one you were dating; you should know better by now.

Removing his arm from his face, you pressed a brief kiss on his nose. “I love you, bun” you ran your fingers through his hair. “As if I’d be able to go a whole month without jumping your bones”.

“Now don’t say it like that” he laughed, throwing one of his legs over your body and making you lie on your sides now.

Properly face to face now, you cupped his cheek and gently caressed it as you rested your forehead on his. “Give me two weeks tops to shake the fear off my body?”

He nodded, lovingly bumping his nose on yours. “As long as you need me to”.

[revelboo]

Rev's been inactive for 15 whole minutes, everyone panic! Call the honor guard! The navy! Superman even!

/LH /J

Pffft

I’m just hiding out over here writing TF stuff because the Twitter writing community seems to be actively on fire right now and I don’t have the energy to deal with it

Broken Arrow Pt 10

TFP Megatron x Reader

• Curling an arm around you when you go limp against him, it’s almost impossible to let go of your wrist and shatter that connection tethering him to you, but he finally manages to let go, feels your fingers slide through his spark, the pull as he loses contact urging him to curl himself tighter around you. Instead closing the plating protecting his spark, his servos unsteady as he stares down at you where you’re slumped against him, cheek against his shoulder. It wasn’t supposed to be like that, though he’s not entirely sure what he was thinking. Only that he’d wanted to feel someone touch him, he’d wanted to feel warm fingers stroking over his spark, holding and seeing him. All of him.

• Gripping your chin in his claws, he tips your head back. Your eyes are still closed and your pulse is slow when he strokes along the line of your throat, shifting your leash. Thinking about how you’d felt tangled in him, feeling you still, the connection new and fragile. Frightening. It’s not too late to end it, servos curling loosely about your throat even while knowing he won’t. He can’t when you’re all he really has that’s real, not plotting against him or scheming. That reminds him that he hadn’t always been the ruthless gladiator that had been born in that pit from pain and spilled energon. Staring up at the autocracy gambling on lives because everyone else had mattered so very little to them. Hating them and learning to be so much worse than they were just to survive. To throw them down.

• There’s a warmth coiled inside you, the thrum of something achingly familiar under your cheek and an arm curled around you, servos in your hair. That feeling is safety and home. Eyes opening at the soft clicking of a claw sliding back and forth over the length of your leash in Megatron’s fist, you try to figure out why you feel so exhausted. And then remember his servos gripping your wrist too hard, forcing you into contact with his spark, optics flickering that fitful purple from that crap he keeps taking. Everything after that kind of gets confusing as you flex your fingers and he looks down at you. Aware that he’s cradling you in his lap like a lover and of that scowl he’s aiming down at you. “Get off,” you mutter, trying to push against his chest and almost pitching backwards when he lets you. Scrambling out of his lap on unsteady feet, because it’s not just exhaustion, you feel off balance. “You jerk.” Because whatever’s wrong must be his fault. “What did you do?”

• Standing slowly to tower over you, he catches your upper arm when your legs almost fold under you and you slump against him. It’s not a full bond, not exactly. He can feel it in the way his spark is aching, wanting to reconnect. Needing more than a one sided bond, because he can feel the jarring wrongness of it. Knows that a spark bond is meant to unite, to twine two halves together. Meant to be between two willing sparks, not this mess he’s made. Your little hands are pushing at him again, trying to break away and he wonders what it feels like to you. Does it hurt you like it hurts him, a shard wedged in his spark?

• “Stop fighting me, pet.” That command isn’t his usual demanding tone or his teasing, it’s almost tired and very bitter as his arms press you closer despite your attempts to get away. Because the warmth and feel of him against you is suddenly too much, you’re overwhelmed with him. Needing him to back off, because you can’t think beyond the urge to be closer. Claws on your chin, forcing your head up to meet his optics again. Demanding your attention as he stares down at you, optics narrowing. “Primus.”

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Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (2/?)

Continuing to mash up all the timelines. In my mind, this version of Starscream and Megatron are like in the immediate aftermath of TF One, where Starscream is clearly the older and more experienced one but everyone witnesses Megatron's transformation into a very warped and corrupted version of himself as he comes to terms with his newfound power, then asserting his dominance through violence. At the same time, we've somehow timeskipped to fighting the autobots on earth. These are just a bunch of very messy and self-indulgent thoughts, but I am recently exploding with this idea about Starscream and need to get all of them out bit by bit sksksk. Thank you all for reading and for the encouragement!!

@dratchetsimp this is for you!!

It's painful to watch the pressure mount on Starscream by the day as Megatron's anger grows. Once upon a time, you might have agreed with him - you, like many others, felt betrayed by Sentinel and wanted to see Cybertron rebuilt. But over time, Megatron loses himself to the insanity of plotting and revenge. You'd heard that he'd gone by D-16, once. You wonder what that bot was like, before shaking your helm to remind yourself that no matter who he was, D-16 was gone and there was no use lingering over such thoughts.

Starscream barely recharges - you used recharge stiff and upright in the barracks amongst the other low-ranking decepticons - but Starscream had somehow pulled a few strings to allow you to share his habsuite. He doesn't divulge the details, deliberately evasive - but you've managed to piece together the gist of it.

"It's admirable how loyal your pet is, Starscream," Megatron sneered. "Impressive given that I cannot expect the same from you."

Starscream had taken all of it - the insults, the humiliation, with clenched servos and wings trembling with rage. But in the end, it had been worth it, because Megatron finally dismissed him with a lazy wave of his servos with permission to do whatever he wished with you.

As bots in the barracks milled around, preparing for recharge, you hadn't realised that the chatter around you had petered off into unsettled silence until Starscream barked your designation, curt and commanding.

"With me," he commanded, and abruptly stalked out of the barracks before even waiting to see if you would follow (of course you would).

The whispers of the others fell on deaf audials as you hurried out of the barracks to chase after Starscream - you fall into step behind him as he leads you to some part of the base that you've never seen before. You pass door after door, and it soon dawns on you that these are the officers' habsuites.

"Sir...?"

Starscream doesn't deign to answer you, instead coming to an abrupt stop in front of one of the rooms. The suspicion as to where he was taking you had taken hold, but you had scarcely dared to believe it. Yet, the door to Starscream's habsuite whooshes open, leaving you with the inability to deny your suspicions any longer.

"You are to recharge here, now," Starscream says curtly. "Do not return to the barracks unless ordered. Is that clear?"

You can only nod, shocked by the turn of events. Your old sleeping arrangements hadn't been that dire. That is, if you didn't count the filth, the sounds of snoring, fighting, fragging - and bolting awake from your nightmares only to have some other bot yell at you to keep it down. Okay. Maybe it wasn't great. But did he really care that much?

As your processor works to digest your newfound situation, Starscream promptly flings himself down onto the berth. "Well?" he says, with an irritable growl. "Are your pedes rooted to the ground, or are you going to recharge?"

You're startled back into motion, tentatively approaching the berth before clumsily attempting to maneuver yourself into a position where you won't touch Starscream. It's awkward, to say the least, lying next to your commanding officer like this. To make matters worse, Starscream's habsuite runs cold - and you are becoming increasingly aware of your smaller frame's inability to conserve heat. Starscream must have picked up on the small tremors of your frame (he'd been lying awake the whole time to carefully gauge your responses), because all of a sudden, your commander's handsome faceplate is right in front of yours, and you squeal as you find yourself yanked closer to him, right up against his chassis.

"Pathetic," Starscream snarls, even as he's carefully tucking you against him. "How are you going to fend for yourself when you can't even fend against the cold?" Against your better judgement, you snuggle closer, gratefully taking in the much-needed warmth of his frame. Even if his words are harsh, the gentle way he cradles you against him betrays his true intentions.

"Recharge," he orders, and you, like the good soldier you are, promptly obey.

Which is why, after settling into a routine in his habsuite, you are very aware of just how little Starscream recharges. He's always at his desk, viciously muttering something or other over a towering stack of datapads. His frame is tense, as well - plates drawn tight around him defensively, wings constantly hitched up with the amount of stress he's under. You've tried to persuade him to recharge, but he simply snarls and waves you away. The most that he will accept is the energon you bring him. These days, it's a challenge to find any empty space on his desk to set the cubes down.

After Starscream successfully locates an energon mine, you are hopeful, perhaps naively so, that Megatron will finally give him a break. You finally understand the grim look on Starscream's faceplate right before he went to report to Megatron about his findings. The warlord is pleased, but not necessarily at the idea of your species' continued survival - rather, the discovery of abundant energon had swelled his confidence in plans to launch an offensive against the Autobots. You glance at your commanding officer, standing at attention on the bridge - his posture appears relaxed and confident, but you as a seeker know what tells to look for - his twitching wings say it all.

Starscream is exhausted, even if he stubbornly refuses to admit it. His systems are on high alert and constantly fire off at the tiniest things - he'd nearly taken your helm off with his null ray when you came to deliver him a cube of energon. His wide optics meet your terrified faceplate before he quickly disables his weapon, optics offlining as he sags back in his chair.

"Frag it," Starscream mutters, rubbing his faceplate with rough servos. "That slagging, good-for-nothing spawn of a glitch. We're in no shape to fight."

It's true - demoralization was at an all-time high. Bots were exhausted and running on fumes from the prolonged lack of energon, and would need time to recover. However, you're more worried about Starscream - inevitably, he's going to play a major role in the attack. While you don't doubt his strength, sheer willpower could only get any bot so far - and you've been worried about him keeling over on the spot for a while.

Leading up to the attack, you gaze at your commander as he stands on the precipice of a rocky cliff overlooking the Autobots' regular area of patrol. He looks so alone, and you cannot bear it as soon as you watch his servos curl into a fists, the only show of emotion he will allow himself. You know he's forcing himself to stay upright, if only to hide the defeated slump of his shoulders because as he said - the Decepticons are in no condition to fight, and you only need glance back at the rest of the straggling troops to see that he's correct.

He glances at you as you quietly step forwards to stand beside him. His faceplate is expressionless, but his servos relax as your optics meet for a few nanokliks. "With me," he says quietly, only for your audials. Then, he's looking forwards again, resolute, as the Autobots rev into view below you and Megatron roars the command to attack.

The battle was a disaster. Under Orion Pax's - no, Optimus Prime's - leadership, the Autobots had spent time refueling and familiarizing themselves with their new surroundings, giving them the upper hand in both physical combat and strategy. It wasn't long before Megatron was bellowing at you to retreat, and Knockout soon found himself with his hands full and a line of the injured spilling out of his medbay and winding down the corridors in a cacophony of pained groans.

You'd escaped relatively unscathed, with no injuries that required immediate attention, and were thankful to see that Starscream was the same. However, he only seemed to grow more tense as you both landed back at base. "Go to my habsuite," Starscream orders. He's so tense that his frame is close to vibrating. "Do not come out until I return."

Before you can ask him what's happening, he's stalking off in the direction of the bridge, and... oh.

You're once more struck by the sheer feeling of helplessness as you watch him go. You couldn't even get him to recharge properly, take better care of himself when he took such good care of you, considering the circumstances - and now, even though the battle had left you both relatively unscathed, it seemed that you'd counted your blessings too early. You knew you had no hope of protecting Starscream against what Megatron was about to do, and you hated it.

Back in Starscream's habsuite, you'd dragged the med kit out and waited anxiously, wearing circles into the floor with your pacing. You hoped it wouldn't be too bad. After all, the failure had not been Starscream's fault and he'd just located an energon mine. Surely...?

By now, you really should have learned not to get your hopes up. It's a few cycles before a loud bang shudders unexpectedly through the room, as if something - or somebot, had fallen against the door. You shoot up, frantically slapping at the door unlock button, and Starscream all but collapses into his habsuite in a bloodied heap.

"Oh, Primus," you breathe, horrified, and launch yourself forwards to drag him into the room.

Even just by touching him, your servos are sticky with energon, and you bite back a sob as you fumble with the latches of the med kit. You have no idea where to start and are the least qualified bot here to do this, but you know that if you tried to drag Starscream to the medbay in front of lines and lines of Decepticon soldiers, he would regain consciousness just to tear you apart himself.

His optics are offlined, and the only thing keeping you from breaking down is the subtle rise and fall of his chassis. You reign yourself in best as you can, and try to remember what you've been taught in the one stellar cycle you were at the Academy. Okay. Initial assessment: jagged rips in his plating, torn wires... it looked bad, but these were all injuries you could deal with as accidents during training had been inevitable - and you thank Primus that the integrity of his wings had been spared, with rips in the plating like the rest of his frame but no torn wires there.

You snatch a cloth and the welder out of the med kit with shaky servos, swiping haphazardly at the energon on Starscream's chassis. A screeching buzz fills the air as you get to work on the biggest tear that you can see. He can get Knockout to buff them out later, because as ugly as your handiwork might be, right now you're only concerned with getting the energon to stop because there's just so much.

You're almost done with the biggest rip when Starscream's systems suddenly hiss back to life, and his optics cycle before blearily landing on you. After a moment, they slide to the screeching welder in your shaky servo, taking in his battered frame, the pool of energon below you both before offlining his optics again and lying back with a groan. You continue with your work, and Starscream doesn't interrupt you, allowing you to turn his arms this way and that as you re-join wires and solder his plates to the best of your ability. At some point, he'd regained enough strength to quietly watch you work, voicing no complaint about the quality of your rough patch job nor flinching or making any sound of pain.

Eventually, the only thing left to patch is his wings. Your vocalizer resets with a click before you can speak. "Sir," you mumble. "Your, uh, your wings need repair as well."

To seekers, wings are sacred, treated as the most intimate parts of one's frame. To be honest, you weren't sure if Starscream would let you touch his wings, and you were really going out on a limb to ask. However, you couldn't sit idly by and not even attempt to fix the jagged rips that marred his beautiful wings. To your shock, Starscream soundlessly heaves himself upright and turns around to bare his wings to you. You must have taken a few nanokliks too long, because Starscream shifts impatiently. "Turbofox got your glossa?" he rasps, and even if his voice sounds weaker than usual, you could cry with relief to hear him again.

You kneel delicately behind him, servo hovering over his left wing before you finally dare to lightly brush your fingers over the smooth plating. Starscream's wings twitch ever so slightly and he ex-vents sharply, but otherwise makes no motion to get away. Wings are especially sensitive and while he betrayed no pain when you were welding the other parts of his frame, you almost felt bad for having to touch the welder to his wings, despite the necessity. The welder screeches again, and Starscream visibly shudders when it touches the edge of the first rip. His servos are close to digging dents into the floor by the time you get to the second one, and he's ex-venting raggedly. "Last one," you murmur, wanting desperately to offer some comfort.

Starscream nods wordlessly and braces himself again, shoulders tense as the screech of the welder fills the air. The last rip has torn into his aileron and he can't hold back a ragged gasp as you work the welder over the tender area. You hate feeling him jerk and twitch beneath your servos in barely-suppressed agony. But finally, after what feels like forever, you click the welder off and plunge the room back into silence, save for Starscream's rough ex-vents. You are reluctant to move away from him so quickly, especially when he's in this condition, so you quietly stay where you are, gently brushing your servo over the broad, unmarred sections of his wings in silent comfort.

He could have easily pushed you away, but you're relieved that he doesn't, allowing you to continue touching him as he collects himself. It's a few kliks before he makes to get up, scowling in disgust as he takes in his energon caked frame and the rapidly drying puddle on the floor. You busy yourself with tidying the med kit, purposely looking away as Starscream takes a nanoklik to steady himself.

He's no doubt due for a visit to the washracks, and looking down at your own frame, you're no better. If anything, you're eager to cleanse yourself of Starscream's energon - the memory of his crumpled frame on the floor flashes through your processor, and you accept with quiet resignation that this will feature in your nightmares at some point.

"Cadet."

You look up, and Starscream is watching you with an unreadable expression on his faceplate.

"You performed well."

With wide optics, you nod jerkily at him from where you're still kneeling on the floor. You swear you caught the corner of his intake twitch upwards before he whirled round and stalked off again, clearly in dire need of a wash.

Rising to your pedes with a wince, you shake out the numbness of compressed wires in your legs. However, your spark thrums with the dizzying satisfaction of having been able to help, and the lightheaded thrill of receiving praise from Starscream.

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Or imagine Sarah owning a play grocery store and she totally refuses to scan Joel’s items or either doubles the price for his groceries and gives him dirty looks and she may or may not own a play restaurant as well and she refuses to take his orders because everything is either out or she just does not want to put in the effort and just says flat out no and she just winds up giving him whatever she wants him to have

Joel Dealing with Sarah: Price of Bananas

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The best and worst toy Joel ever got Sarah was the mini store set up. It's everywhere: He’s constantly groaning in pain, hoisting his foot in the air after stepping on a plastic broccoli, or tripping on that stupid little baby shopping cart the size of a small dog, and don’t even get him started on the manager of that supermarket!

Sarah. Miller.

On his knees, and with a metal basket full of plastic produce and empty boxes, Joel unloads his haul onto the (pretty damn ingenious piece of equipment) toy conveyer belt.

A very grumpy, attitudinal, a little too young to be working here, young lady rolls the belt so his items approach her register slowly.

He grins happily, but she only shoots daggers at him.

Tf did he do? He’s just a happy customer—

BEEP!

Trying to play nice with his—

BEEP!

Sweet little three year old girl and her—

BEEPBEEP!

“Hey, you scanned that twice, ma’am,” he says, pointing to the orange she’s just haphazardly tossed into the plastic bag. BEEP!

“No I didn’t,” she says matter of factly, not even looking his way.

BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!

“You did, and you just charged me for three sushi rolls when I only got one in ya hand.”

She rolls her eyes. 

Testy little thing, aint ya? He raises his brows but says nothing. Rough economy in the Miller house, I tell ya.

“Your total is—“ “You forgot to scan half my cart, kid.”

“Excuse me! I talking!” She snaps back.

She angrily rubs the plastic apples slices back and forth over the scanner, a BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP echoing between the two hostile occupants of this fake grocery store staring one another down. She then tosses it at him rather than at the bag.

The cool thing Joel appreciates about the whole gadget is that, it actually scans the plastic toys and registers a price for each one. Easy stuff, like $1, $2, etc, and totals into the register for her.

So he can CLEARLY see the price, albeit unfair for charging him for 5 bananas when he only had one—and WOULD be fine, were she not randomly punching numbers into the computer, adding additional items at whim that are not in his shopping bag.

“Your total is like, a $million dollars.”

“I got 4 pieces of fruit. No it isn’t.” “Yes. It is. Do I need to call my body guard, sir?”

“Momma ain’t ya body guard. I am. And I’m tellin’ ya, ya over chargin’ me for my damn apples—“

“You not welcome in my store if you gonna rip me off.”

“YOU’RE THE ONE RIPPING ME OFF LITTLE MISS—“ Joel stops, realizing he’s getting heated at a 3 year old over a bunch of plastic toys. “I mean. Yes. Right. Here’s my card—“ “Decline!”

“Ya ain’t even scan it yet.”

“It’s all out of money.” She chucks it back at him, tucks her arms and taps her foot impatiently.

“That’s not how credit card work, Sarah.”

“MISS! SARAH!” She corrects him. 

He grits his teeth. Ripping out the fake wallet of Monopoly money, he counts out 6 random bills, glancing up at the girl, who raises her brows as if expecting more. He pulls even more out and hands it to her. It’s probably $78 total. Thank god she can’t count to hundred yet.

“There. One billion,” he announces begrudgingly.

He goes to take his bag, but she grasps it back. “NO. WE CLOSED!” “I ALREADY PAID. ITS MINE!” “NO!”

You place a hand across both of their eyeballs, temporarily putting them in a freeze. “It’s just pretend. Joel, take a breather.”

He lets out a big huff of steam through his flaring nostrils before crawling over to her cozy corner and plopping his big ass on her tiny princess couch, facing the wall. Spoon takes the cue and waltz over to him, putting her chin on his lap. He absentmindedly begins petting her, soothing away his frustration until he’s docile. 

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On another day, Chef S Miller has just opened her finest restaurant and everyone is invited.

Joel walks in to see a line of stuffed animals standing behind one another, leading from the hall and into the living room where an array of stacked books act as ‘tables’ for the little stuffies, and some Sarah sized tea tables and chairs hold her bigger dolls.

Joel walks up to the front, but is immediately greeted by an angry munchkin—the one and only ,Chef Sarah.

“You need to wait in line!” She commands, pointing to the end of the hall.

“I got special reservations.” code: I’m not waiting in line behind a bunch of stuffed animals. 

“You have to wait,” she sneers, pointing once again firmly. 

Joel grumbles but makes his way to the back of the line. Even Spoon has somehow taken the whole thing seriously, sitting patiently a few stuffed animals ahead and waiting her turn. For what, he’s not entirely sure she truly knows either.

They both deserve a steak after this.

He watches as Sarah greets her plushy customers “You have reservation? Right this way!!” And walks them to their tables. He rolls his eyes.

Joel’s about to plop over and fall asleep on the plushies when she finally lets him in.

He manages to squeeze his oversized self into one of the tiny tea party chairs, hunched over the even smaller table.

Oh great. She’s not only the chef, bouncer, and hostess. But she’s also the waitress!

Sarah comes over with a disgusted look upon her face, notepad and colored crayon in hand. “What do you want?”

“Steak—“ “Out.”

“Fine, Ribs—“

“Out.”

He sighs. “Hamburger—“

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“You out of burgers too?”

“No.”

“So you’re just refusing to give me one.” “What do you want sir, I don’t have all day!” 

“Whatever you’re willing to give me at this point, kid.”

She lets out an exasperated sigh, scribbling nonsense busily into her notepad.

Oh, she can’t write either. It’s literally just orange scribbles.

She leaves to go get a snack in the kitchen, pet Spoon, play with the other stuffed animals, put her head down for a 5 minute nap, before stretching and going to Joel again—

“What’s takin so long, chef?” He asks curiously. God, his back is killing him. five more minutes of this and he’s putting Spoon in his place so he can lay on the couch…

She rolls her eyes and storms off to the play kitchenette. He watches as she bangs pots and pans onto the fake stove, mixing in half of the play grocery store items and random things she found lying around the house: jenga wood blocks, plastic broccoli and fish, bits of Spoon’s dried kibble, barbie brushes and shoes. She runs it under the faucet of fake water, making a “SHHHHHH” sound as she does, then fires up the pretend grill and mixes it altogether with Daddy’s very expensive whisk.  

She then dumps it on a plastic frisbee turned upside down into a plate and then—

Dumps it all on Joel’s lap.

“What kind of service—! I demand to see the manager!” Joel says, hands on his hips.

She nods and turns around, and turns again. “I’m the manager. What’s the problem?”

His eyes feel so heavy now. So he needs to call in reinforcements.

“HONNEEYYYY.”

After some time, you work out an agreement : Sarah and Joel splitting a pb+J sandwhich you had just whipped up, and Spoon also got a cut in the deal with some of that kibble that got knocked on the floor.

And you all sit around the little table peacefully munching on your respective snacks. No hostile threats. no anger. just brain empty, yummy food full.

Turns out, they were both just really hungry. 

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[fear-is-truth]

giggling bc it’s like super super late and I’m half asleep typing this rn but I can’t stop thinking about jpm unknowingly picking an immortal as his next victim and so he does like some whole theatrics thing (dramatic bitch) and then finally he stabs them or something and they just like kinda look at him like “tf??” and once he realizes they are Not Dying he’s like “oh dear, this is awkward”

you jolt awake on a blood-soaked mattress, blinking in confusion. for a split second, you can’t figure out what’s wrong. the hotel room is dark, quiet except for the faint sound of a clock ticking somewhere. a sweet, metallic tang of blood fills your nostrils. your chest heaves, fingers flying to your torso where there’s a large gaping hole in your once-white blouse, soaked through with crimson stain.

“oh fuck,” you mumble in a daze, poking at the fabric. “so that happened.”

“indeed, it did,” says a silky voice from somewhere nearby. you immediately notice the weird accent; like it belongs in a old-timey movie. a man in a three-piece suit stands at the foot of the bed, holding a knife. you recognise him as the owner of the cortez — james march. he too, is covered head to toe in blood. your blood. he looks surprised. more surprised than you, which is saying something, because you literally just woke up in a murder scene.

“hold on,” you say, squinting at him. “bitch did you just—did you just fucking stab me?”

he stares at you like you’ve asked him to recite the pythagorean theorem backward. tilts his head, lips twitching into something that’s probably supposed to be a polite smile. “i believe an error was made.”

you blink at him. james blinks back.

“well,” you say after a moment, sitting up straighter. “that’s just great. this is my favourite chanel blouse, by the way.”“you… should be dead,” he finally manages, his voice filled with dismay and slight wonder.

“yeah, well, i’m not.” you gesture at yourself, clearly alive, clearly annoyed. “so… what now? you’re just gonna stand there or are you gonna tell me why you thought stabbing me was a good idea?”

“i assumed,” james says with a disdainful sniff, “that you were an ordinary mortal. someone who would perish… accordingly.” the man tilts his head, his mustache twitching slightly. “are you a witch?”

“yeah,” you deadpan. “congrats. you just tried to murder a witch from the new orleans coven. hope it was worth it, clark gable.” his face goes through about three different expressions—shock, anger, and maybe just a little bit of embarrassment—before he schools it into something more composed. clears his throat, wiping the blade clean with a handkerchief he pulls from his pocket.

“well, this is… unfortunate.”

“unfortunate?” you repeat shrilly, throwing your hands in the air. “you fucking stabbed me! while i was playing cards with you!” james frowns, looking a little wounded himself. “you could have the decency to die,” he mumbles petulantly under his breath.

“oh, sorry, i’ll remember to drop dead next time—would that be more convenient for you?”

“well,” he says in a clipped voice as he brushes invisible dust off his suit, “as you’re clearly not going to oblige, i suppose i must… revise my plans.”

you groan, flopping back onto the bed. “you’re the worst.”

“and you, my dear, are dreadfully inconvenient.”