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kurosukii · 3 years

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𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: your best friend has been dying to know the guy you’ve been fooling around with since your twenty-first birthday; you wish you could tell her, but the mystery man is no other than her father.

genre: smut, age gap, best friend’s dad au

warnings: 18+. DILF KUROO. dubcon, manipulation, slight somnophilia, spanking, pussyjob, alcohol consumption, dumbification, hair pulling, virginity loss (...social construct), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, size kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, daddy issues, dirty talk, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, nipple play, creampie, cumplay, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, choking, spitting, mating press, clit spanks, begging, fingering, slight exhibitionism, finger sucking, tie kink(?? he makes you wear his tie so...)

word count: 5.2k

author’s note: for @sugawara-sweetheart’s decadence collab! thank you so much for letting me join! shoutout to @stopisa for that ✨lovely✨ dilf convo. (dilf kuroo AAAAAAAAAAAAAA) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you @meiansmistress and @ssrated1volleyballplayer for editing and beta reading <33

[12:24 PM]

“come on! you have to tell me who he is!”

you grip the handle of your spoon harder than normal, hoping your best friend doesn’t see your reaction.

you open your mouth to say something, but she cuts you off with a comment that makes shame and embarrassment burn through your body.

“you guys were really loud last night! well, you were. i didn’t hear so much as a peep from your man—well aside from the occasional murmurs, which i’m pretty sure was dirty talk…” she trails off, looking lost in thought.

you squirm and wince at the wet pool between your legs. the wet pool being cum that he told you to keep warm just before he left.

she sees your discomfort and laughs at your predicament, clearly thinking it was the aftermath of a hard night of fucking—it was, but she didn’t need to know about the sticky cum that was still inside your pussy.

“he clearly fucked your brains out! at least one of us is getting dick!” she exclaims, her lips forming into a pout as she takes her finished bowl of ramen to the sink and rinses it with water.

yeah, you are getting dick—not just anyone’s dick, however, because it’s her father’s.

your stomach churns at the thought, not from disgust, but from guilt and shame. you are way past getting disgusted with what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with.

not when her father never fails to make you cum at least three times in one night, not when he calls you his good girl and cockslut, and certainly not when you called him over last night because you were so pent up and you needed your daddy’s cock.

last night…

“you’re such a cockslut,” kuroo growled, his balls slapping against your ass as he delivered a hard thrust that had you creaming and moaning all over his cock. you bunched the sheets in your hands, wincing with slight discomfort when he folded your body in half while he pounded relentlessly inside you.

“you should see how dumb you look with your eyes all crossed and teary while your tits are bouncing everywhere.”

you squealed when he roughly flipped you on your stomach, large hands grabbing your hips as he entered you once more. he lifted one hand and slapped your ass in sync with his thrusts.

“so drunk on my cock now, huh? can’t live without it, hm?” kuroo taunted you, one hand squeezing your hip while the other spanked your ass until it was burning with pain. you moaned words incoherently, tongue lolling out as drool seeped from the corners of your mouth.

“daddy! more, please!” you moaned loudly, toes curling from the pleasure.

“you’re brave for calling me over, knowing that only a thin wall is separating you from my daughter’s room,” he hissed, pounding your pussy from behind.

“but i guess that doesn’t matter to you anymore as long as i fill this dirty pussy with my. hot. cum—fuck!” he ended each word with a hard thrust, cursing when your tight cunt clamped down on him.

“faster, daddy! your cock’s filling up my pussy so well—oh my god!” you screamed, partly aware that you shouldn’t scream his name, for fear that your debauchery with your best friend’s father would be revealed too soon.

kuroo indulged you, teeth bared as he pushed your back into a deeper arch, making his cock reach places he hadn’t before. you winced when his large cock teased the entrance of your cervix. it was always a trip taking him—no matter how many times he fucked you, his cock always stretched your pussy wide open.

“w-wait, it h-hurts daddy!” you whined, moving forward to escape the brutal thrusts of his hips so you could adjust your position. he growled in disapproval, tightening his grip on your hips as he roughly pulled you back on his dick.

“take my cock. i know you can do it, whore.” he hissed, moving your body back and forth on his cock like you were a fuckdoll. you moaned from both pain and pleasure as kuroo guided your hips, fingers leaving bruises on your skin.

you cried out when kuroo tugged your hair from its roots, pulling your body upright until your back met his sweaty chest. “yeah that’s a good fucking pussy. come on slut, squeeze daddy’s cock,” he whispered in your ear, teeth biting your earlobe.

“d-daddy i can’t—i’m going to cum!” you squealed, voice cracking as your body started shaking from your fast approaching orgasm.

“i’m going to cum too, baby—and don’t you fucking dare waste my cum,” he growled, wrapping his arms around your body.

you fell forward on your shaking arms, sheets bunched tightly in your fingers as moans and whimpers freely fell from your lips.

“i want it to stay inside your dirty cunt until tomorrow,” he ordered you, reaching for your arms and holding your wrists in one hand, the other slapping your already swollen ass.

you cried out when your face was smothered by the sheets, drool staining the pillow as the headboard continuously thumped against the wall. your body shook with his thrusts, breasts swaying with the movement.

“i want you to look my daughter in the eye and have a normal conversation with her—just like you always do—while you’re thinking about how slutty you are with her father’s cum inside your pussy.”

that was last night. a couple hours ago, if you were to be specific, since kuroo fucked you until you passed out on your bed. you only woke up when your best friend practically broke the door down—bed empty of him, thank god—saying that she made lunch. she looked pretty disheveled herself and she blamed it on your headboard hitting the wall all throughout the night.

you buried your face into the pillow to cover your guilty expression, groaning at the movement because your body was aching all over. she laughed and left you to your own devices, still recovering from him.

he has a crazy appetite for a man his age, to be honest. he may be an older man but he fucks like a teenage boy who recently discovered sex and became hypnotized by the pleasure of it. you lost count of how many times your best friend—his daughter—almost caught you and him fucking around in the apartment, their house, and even his car.

it wasn’t always like this though. there was a time when you only saw him as a fatherly figure and not someone who regularly uses you as a cocksleeve.

maybe it was the way he looked so good with a five-o-clock shadow, or how even with salt and pepper hair, he still acted youthfully. perhaps it was his signature cocky grin that lured your younger and more impressionable self towards him.

in truth, it was your daddy issues that led you to him.

you met your best friend the summer after high school. you bonded quickly over your common interests and quickly learned that it was just her and her dad. she confided in you and told you how lonely he was and she hoped that he would meet a nice and loving woman to take care of him. you comforted her and reassured her that he would meet that woman. if you only knew.

you couldn’t help but admit to yourself how envious you were of her and her father’s relationship, seeing as the one with your own was non-existent. you couldn’t wait to meet him, hoping that he would treat you as his second daughter since your best friend was basically your sister.

she failed to tell you—because why would she?—that her father is an attractive and charming specimen of a man his age. his eyes would crinkle at the sides when he laughed and his feline eyes would always look at you with warmth and tenderness.

you sigh as you put your chin on your fist, the sounds of dishwashing and humming filling your ears as you play the events that eventually led to your risky love affair with her dad.

you really feel ashamed, but it wasn’t your fault that her dad is so good to you. from the moment you met him, he made you feel so loved and appreciated. it was obviously innocent and familial at first, until it turned to something darker, more carnal.

his glances gradually became lingering and he started giving you sly winks that left you burning with desire. you tried so hard to fight it too, but you were too weak against his sweet talk and honey voice.

it was a year or two later that he finally made a move on you.

you figured that with a job that caused him to be in constant public eye, he would avoid fooling around with girls that were decades younger than him, but even with the heavy implications of a scandal, it still didn’t stop him from devouring you.

it all started one night when he invited you guys over, claiming that he missed the both of you. your best friend told you to go first because she was going to be out for her tutoring session. you internally shivered at the thought of being alone with him, not knowing what was going to happen once you were confined in a small space.

the sexual tension was so thick when you arrived and next thing you knew, you had your back on the dining table, legs spread in the air, with his mouth sucking and slurping on your pussy. you came with a scream of his name, cumming so hard for the first time in your life that your body ended up convulsing.

he had laughed at how blissed out you looked. “you taste even better than what i imagined, baby. thanks for the meal,” he purred, winking at you and leaving you to process what happened, hand wiping off the juices from his face as he went back to cooking dinner.

his daughter finally showed up and your face burned the entire time, unable to look her in the eye because not only did her father make you cum minutes prior, but he also was a tease and had his fingers inside your panties while talking to her, fingers slowly tracing circles on your clit.

the topic of conversation was your living situation. he was never happy about how the two of you wanted to live alone together because he insisted that it was better if you guys lived with him. at first you thought it was him being overprotective, but you came to understand it was because he wanted easy access to you.

he ended up fucking your throat that night out of sheer frustration, punishing you for being a bad girl and wanting to be away from your daddy.

you partly hoped it was a one time thing, but you were proven wrong when you had a movie night and your best friend dozed off on the long couch housing the three of you.

kuroo was under your blanket and between your legs in an instant. your shorts hung off of one ankle while he pushed your panties to the side.

“daddy! we shouldn’t be doing this—fuck!” you moaned as his lips sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue lapping up your slick.

“guess you just have to be quiet then, kitten,” he teased you. you arched your back and bit your lip to muffle your scream when he inserted a finger in your dripping cunt while his lips played with your clit.

you had no idea how your best friend didn’t wake up to the sounds of your muffled moans and whimpers, but that thought went away when you started riding her father’s face and cumming all over his mouth.

you became needier after that, eventually losing the hesitancy of being pleasured by him. instead, you anticipated the times when he would make you cum.

the deal was sealed on the night of your twenty-first birthday.

night of your birthday…

“hey girl, the postman came and said this was for you!” your friend slurred, clearly having had too much to drink for just a small and intimate celebration for your twenty-first.

you’d been buzzing the whole day, both from the alcohol and anticipation of what was going to happen later. you woke up to numerous happy birthday texts until you came across the one you’ve been so excited to see. your cunt gushed when you saw your daddy’s text, letting out a little moan at what he said.

happy twenty-first, kitten. you better be wearing my gift when i come over because i’m going to fuck your little pussy tonight.

you sucked in a breath as your face flushed. you held the smooth black nondescript box that was elegantly wrapped with a crimson satin ribbon. you had a pretty solid guess of what was inside and your best friend had as well, because she wiggled her eyebrows and teased you. you sighed, like father, like daughter.

how you were still able to look her in the eye after everything you’ve done and what you’re going to do with her dad is beyond you. his mouth, tongue, fingers—soon to be his cock—truly hypnotized and consumed your conscience and only left neediness in its wake.

you ducked your head to hide the embarrassment on your face while the rest of your friends that came over jeered and whistled as you walked towards your room to leave the box on your bed for safekeeping.

you left it sitting in the center of the bed and went back to the living room to enjoy, skin tingling the whole time in anticipation for your daddy...

you closed the door after saying goodbye to the last group of people and turned to your best friend. “thank you for the lovely little get together,” you thanked her shyly.

“you’re welcome, darling, but i’m sure the main event is just about to happen. tone it down a little, yeah?” she smirked at you, eyes glinting with mischief as she giggled on the way to her room.

you sighed, the guilt that was momentarily forgotten reared its head once more when you were finally alone in your room. it went away again when you studied the gift kuroo gave, nimble fingers leaving light touches on the box settled on your lap as you untied the ribbon.

you rummaged through the white crepe paper until you saw pieces of red lace that were as red as the ribbon that tied the box. he always loved the color, so it wasn’t a surprise that the lingerie he gifted you was of the same shade. your fingers shook when you took them out in front of you. these can barely cover anything, you gulped.

you caught a tinge of gold in the corner of your eye and saw that there was a white card peeking out amongst the paper. the card was lined with gold embellishments and there was a short message printed in red.

kitten, wear these for me. - k.t.

and who are you to not follow daddy’s orders?

you placed the garments at your side and set the box on the floor. you began to undress, removing your cotton bra and panties which you threw on the floor, somehow landing inside the open box.

your naked body was exposed to the cool air and you shivered, head buzzing and eyes slightly drooping from the alcohol you consumed. you took the lace with delicate fingers and gasped upon inspection of the panties.

you were taken aback by the design because not only did it lack enough cloth to cover your entire lower region, but they were crotchless. your mouth dried at the obscenity, hazy mind playing images of kuroo rutting into you without having to remove anything.

that was most likely his intention after all. you slowly stood up from the bed and softly moaned at the slickness between your thighs, pussy clearly excited and aching for his dick. you slipped your legs through them and grabbed the matching bra. you moaned when you clipped it on, nipples hardening when the lacy pattern rubbed against them.

you might as well be wearing nothing with the way you barely felt the fabric against your sensitive skin. you yawned as you laid on your back, the numerous glasses of wine you drank finally caught up with you.

you tried to fight it, you really did. but you were fighting a losing battle with your eyes and besides, you were only going to close them for a bit. you’d wake up before your daddy comes over, right?

you ended up dozing off. you woke up with a moan, alcohol already flushed out of your body. you slightly squirmed as you felt something wet on your tits and a moving pressure in your pussy. you slowly opened your eyes and found a large body looming over you.

“do you know how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you?” kuroo asked, lips pulling away from your clothed nipple with a pop when he realized that you were finally awake.

“three fucking years. yet you had the audacity to be asleep when i arrived? i’m going to wreck your slutty pussy, whore,” he growled as he scissored his long fingers inside your pussy faster. you cried out in pleasure, hands reaching for his wrist as you tried to slow his movements.

“d-daddy, i’m sorry!” you cried as you arched your back. he just grunted and removed his wet fingers from your cunt. you whimpered at the loss because his fingers always felt so good when they moved inside of you. he stared you down instead, large hands loosening his red tie—you noticed that it matched the lingerie you were wearing—and promptly removed it.

he bit his lip as he reached down and made you wear it instead, cock twitching in his pants as he reveled at the sight of you wearing his gift, and in his favorite color no less. he unbuttoned his white dress shirt, muscles rippling from the movement.

even though he didn’t play volleyball all that much anymore, he still maintained his toned body. if it weren’t for his salt and pepper hair, you wouldn’t think he was decades older than you. not that it mattered, anyway.

“you look so sexy in red, kitten,” he whispered, the sound of his belt unbuckling mixing with your heavy breathing. you gulped when you saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, eyes widening at the sheer size of him. he stepped out of his pants and smirked when he saw your reaction.

“fuck, your pussy is so pretty. can’t believe i waited this long to fuck it,” he hissed as he spread your legs, your crotchless panties baring your pussy to his eyes, making them twitch under his scrutiny.

he groaned as he rubbed his hard cock on your slit between your folds. you moaned at the stimulation, thankful that he didn’t thrust inside immediately because that would’ve been more painful than pleasurable.

“i was e-eighteen when we first met, y-you could’ve fucked me—oh that feels good—any t-time you wanted to, why didn’t you?” you stuttered as you shivered from the pleasure his slick cock was giving you.

you planted your feet flat on the bed as you took hold of his cock and humped it with fervor, moaning at the slick sounds it made with your lower lips.

kuroo hissed at the increase in stimulation, warm hands grabbing the back of your thighs and folding your legs toward your chest as he thrusted faster between your folds. you moaned louder as you let go of his throbbing cock to bunch the sheets in your fingers.

“you know what they say, good things come to those who wait,” he grunted, hips thrusting faster, making your pussy wetter and slicker.

“besides, you were still a shy and innocent girl back then—until i corrupted you, obviously,” he teased you as he moved one hand to your mouth, inserting his fingers between your lips. you moaned as you sucked, slightly tasting yourself on his fingers.

“i don’t think you could’ve handled this big...fat...cock,” he grunted as he clenched his jaw from the pleasure.

“but now? now you’re my little whore who’s about to know what it feels like to get fucked by a man,” he growled, separating himself from your body. you whimpered, arms reaching out for him but he held your wrists in one hand and placed them above your head.

“you’re already dumb when i fuck you with my mouth and fingers...they’re nothing compared to my dick,” he said frankly, fingertips lightly teasing your puffy clit, aching from the lack of release from the continuous stimulation of his cock. he let go of your wrists and moved his hand to your thigh, fingers circling your skin.

“i-i don’t think your cock will f-fit daddy,” you said in a small voice, staring at his twitching cock.

“nonsense baby, i trained you to deepthroat me, remember?” he reminded you, memories of all the times you sucked his cock filling both your minds.

“i’m going to train this pussy as well. you’ll be begging me to never leave your cunt after i’m done with you,” he declared, positioning himself between your legs again.

“now hump my cock again, kitten. faster this time,” he ordered you, fitting his cock between your lower lips once more.

“yeah just like that—fuck,” he groaned when you ground your clit with more force on his shaft. you cried out at the movement, pussy gushing out more of your juices.

“you like that, hm? like how you’re making my cock wet with your slick?” he taunted you, fingers squeezing the skin of your thigh as he rutted his hips faster.

“can’t wait for me to—shit—bottom out in that tight cunt?” he growled, basking in the heat emanating from your pussy.

you moaned loudly, hips rolling as the knot in your lower stomach threatened to burst. your breasts were freely swaying with each movement your hips made. you threw your head back as your mouth fell open, uncaring of the volume of your cries and whimpers.

“i’m cumming, daddy!” you screamed, pussy clenching around nothing as you drenched your daddy’s cock with your cum. kuroo followed suit, groaning loudly when he released his cum all over your stomach, staining the front of your barely-there panties.

“such a dumb cockslut, you came by just humping my cock?” he teased you. your face warmed in embarrassment, hiding your face in the pillows. kuroo chuckled, honey eyes glinting in mischief. well, he came by just humping your pussy, so he was one to talk.

he spread your lower lips, puffy clit exposed to the air. you shivered at the chill but quickly yelped when he spanked your clit a few times.

“d-daddy!” you exclaimed but he just laughed at you. “just wanted to slap your clit, baby,” he chuckled, hand slapping it once more.

you tried to squirm away from his spanks but he held you in place. he held his throbbing cock with one hand and guided it back to your clenching hole. he rubbed the tip against your sensitive clit before inserting his cock in your pussy.

“t-too big daddy!” you cried out, tears forming in your eyes as his cockhead went past your tight muscle.

“shh baby, i know you can do it. you can take my cock, yeah that’s a good girl,” he cooed, palm flat against your stomach with his thumb rubbing the skin. you sucked in a breath as he slowly slipped his cock inside your virgin pussy inch by inch.

“i’m gonna fuck you so good with my fat cock that you won’t even care if my daughter catches us,” he growled when he bottomed out. you whimpered at the force of his sudden thrust and the implication of what he said. he only let you adjust to his large cock for a few moments before he started thrusting lazily.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he taunted you as his thrusts increased in speed and strength. you moaned louder, body shaking with the thrusting of his hips.

“n-no s-stop! she’s going to hear you!” you begged, voice cracking when he folded your body in half. he began pounding ruthlessly into your pussy, the slick sounds of skin meeting skin filling the air and making you lightheaded from the pleasure.

“so? i dare you to scream my name, slut. watch her bust that door down,” he mocked you, hands pushing your knees further up your chest. you whimpered at the stretch, the sounds of the headboard thumping against the shared wall only served to make you clench around your daddy’s cock.

“fuck—how do you think her face would look when she sees you taking my cock like a good little bitch?” he growled when he felt you squeeze his cock. he grunted as he thrusted faster, balls slapping against your ass.

“yeah just like that, you want me to cum inside you? fill this slutty pussy to the brim? fuck my cum so deep into your pussy that you’ll get pregnant?” kuroo groaned, throwing his head back as he felt his abdomen tighten, the signal that his orgasm was fast approaching.

you held your bouncing tits in your hands, his silk tie only adding to your pleasure as it rubbed against your sensitive skin. “n-no please!” you pleaded, tears falling from your eyes.

“you’re on the pill, aren’t you?” he asked, jaw clenching because he was stopping himself from cumming immediately. he wanted to spill all of his load in one go, after all.

“y-yes daddy b-but—!” you squealed, stinging pain blooming in your chest when kuroo pinched your nipple.

“then take my fucking cum, whore,” he demanded, cock throbbing because he was so ready to spill all of his hot cum.

“n-no daddy! please don’t cum inside me!” you screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head and tongue lolling out as his cock hit your g-spot.

“shut up and take it,” he growled, hands squeezing your waist as his thrusts grew erratic.

he groaned loudly when he saw your fucked out face, thrusting so deep that his cock teased the entrance of your cervix. his hot cum spurting out of his cock as he filled your pussy.

“daddy you’re cumming so much—oh my god!” you screamed as you came with him, legs shaking from the intense fucking.

“your cum’s filling up my pussy, fuck and it feels so hot too!” you cried out, throat raw from the sounds that came out of your mouth ever since he came inside your room.

kuroo removed his hands from your waist—one hand snaking around your neck, applying slight pressure to the sides as he rode your pussy to prolong his orgasm.

his other hand moved to straighten your leg, rubbing your outer thigh while he cooed at you. “you like my cum, baby?” he asked softly, hips slowly rocking back and forth. you whimpered, your overstimulated pussy aching from his never-ending thrusts.

his movements caused his cum to overflow and seep out the sides of his cock. the mixed fluids fell out of your pussy, sliding down your ass and drenching the sheets beneath you.

“don’t be shy, baby. you can tell daddy if you like his cum,” he encouraged you, leaning down to kiss you languidly on the lips.

“i-i love your cum daddy,” you tell him in between kisses.

“that’s my good girl. happy birthday, my sweet kitten.”

you open your eyes when your best friend throws the damp towel to your face. “quit daydreaming about him! you were moaning ‘daddy! daddy!’ like he was actually fucking you!” she yells while crossing her arms across her chest.

you duck your head in shame. great, now i’m even messier and wetter down there, you grumble. you wince when you hear the squelching sound—dear god i hope she didn’t hear it—as you shift to face her properly while she walks over to you.

“so! tell me more about him, what’s his name?” she asks animatedly, chin resting on her fists as she sits beside you on the island. you swallow thickly, a lump suddenly weighing down in your throat. you inhale a deep breath before coming up with a half-assed lie on the spot.

“he’s a shy and private guy...i’m not telling you his name yet because...i really want you to meet him in person, you know...?” you already know him—you’re related to him! you scream in your head.

your palms feel sweaty as your nerves are on the verge of frying themselves. you bite your lip while you rub your thighs together, wincing immediately as you feel her dad’s cum drench your panties and shorts further.

“well, judging by your reaction right now and the sounds last night, he’s not really the shy type when it comes to bedroom activities,” your best friend pouts at your secrecy and then smirks, eyebrows wiggling.

your face burns in embarrassment and guilt, if only she knew she was talking about her dad.

“anyway, i’m going to the library right now, i’m so done with this paper,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“take care and have fun laz—dad! what’s up? what brings you here?” she squeals in delight when she sees him and jumps into her father’s arms while he kisses the top of her head.

your pussy quivers at the sight of your daddy, and when his eyes land on you, he winks deviously then places his daughter back on the floor.

“can’t i visit my favorite girls on my day off?” he says to her while looking at you. your best friend is clearly oblivious to the desire that was swimming in her father’s sharp eyes.

“well, i’m going to the library to finish my paper. you guys can hang out in the meantime, but don’t watch our show without me!” she says as she walks out the door and ends her sentence with a click.

kuroo locks the door and turns to you, eyes glinting like a predator. he picks your body up and sits on the chair, settling you on his lap and wrapping his long arms around your middle. his large hand cups your cheek and he kisses you, earning a moan from your mouth when his tongue massages yours.

you kiss for a while and then he pulls away from your lips. he grabs your chin firmly, fingers squeezing your cheek open as he spits inside your mouth. you moan while swallowing his spit, hands reaching for his stubbled face before kissing each other sloppily once more.

“you keeping my cum warm for me, kitten?” he asks, lips separating from yours to leave kisses and nips on your jaw. you moan and squirm on his lap as his other hand sneaks inside the waistband of your shorts and inserts two thick fingers in your messy and dripping cunt.

“such a good girl for daddy. you kept his promise,” he growls lowly, biting the skin of your neck and leaving a mark which he soothes with his warm tongue.

“i think my kitten deserves a reward, hm? would you like that?” he asks you, fingers curling inside your tight walls.

“y-yes daddy!” you whimper, grinding your hips on his lap. he smirks and removes his fingers from your cunt and stands up from the chair. you whine at the loss of stimulation and he shushes you with his finger—the one he had inside of you seconds ago.

“let’s go to your room, shall we? daddy missed his favorite girl.”

[1:14 PM]

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Tiny Dicks Are The Best; Bakugou x FtM Reader

Genre: smut

Type: oneshot

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: cock/clit worship, mentions of surgery, mentions of dysphoria, praise, body worship, Bakugou being a total simp,

Other: this is %1,000,000 self indulgent, also I’m sorry it’s short and shitty, I wanted to make it longer but if I did then it’d come out super late like the last one.

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin

Y’know, being transgender isn’t bad at all. You can make a bunch of gender jokes, confuse the government, make bigots cry with just your existence, and it’s easier to understand people of different genders.

It’s just that the dysphoria and transphobia can be shitty.

But this isn’t about that, this is about your dick, or rather, lack thereof.

As much as you were told by the guys and girls of class 1-A that you exuded ‘big dick energy,’ you were pretty sure that you had a smaller dick than even Mineta. When you started taking Testosterone, your clit had started to get bigger, and it would get hard just like an actual penis, but it was very much not a penis.

Notice the lack of balls and the placement of your urethra? Yeah that was no real dick. But it was nice to pretend. It served enough dick-like purpose for you to call it a dick, and it had grown to be about three inches. So it was technically a dick, even if it wasn’t a penis.

So you called it a dick.

You had gotten top surgery however, so you did have those very cool scars on your chest, and being able to walk around shirtless felt freakin amazing. Bakugou had seen you shirtless, but he hadn’t seen your dick yet.

After a good long while of dating the amazing third year, you felt it was time. And fuck if you weren’t nervous.

You’d talked about it before, but know you were actually about to do it. You were going to have sex with Katsuki Bakugou, the hottest guy in the world, your incredible boyfriend, the man who never lost. You were gonna have sex with him.

“We don’t have to go all the way.” you were laying on the bed, Katsuki’s hands on either side of your waist as he hovered over you. His red eyes soft, yet lustful as he stared at your body beneath his. “We don’t have to do this.”

You stared up at him lovingly as his hand traveled to your cheek, rubbing your cheek bone. You smiled at him, putting your hand on his, moving your face to press a kiss to his palm.

“Katsuki, I want to do this with you. We can start slow if you want.” You offered, and he nodded. His shirt had been abandoned a long time ago, and his neck was covered in hickies. Your uniform top was unbuttoned, tie laying beside you. Katsuki nodded at you, his hand falling down to your chest. He ran his fingers along your surgery scars, dipping his head down to kiss them. You giggled a little, telling him it tickled.

He moved down, pressing kisses to every inch of your body, occasionally sucking the skin between his lips to try and make hickies, biting down and smirking up at your face.

“Gettin’ flustered yet, babe?” he chuckled smugly. You buried your face in the crook of your arm, embarrassed.

“M-maybe a little...” you muttered. He hummed, moving lower and lower until he was unbuckling your pants. “Hey- wait, wait a moment, Katsuki!” You sat up, grabbing his wrist. Katsuki froze, looking up at you.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked.

“N-no, I just- I gotta tell you something...” he stared at you, waiting for you to talk to him. “My dick doesn’t look how you think it will...” you murmured. “I just want you to be prepared.” you let go of his wrist, sitting back to let him continue.

“Whatever your dick looks like, I promise I’ll love it. It’s your dick afterall.” he purred, pulling your belt off your pants, before helping you lift your hips so he could take your pants off.

Tiny as your dick was, it still made a small imprint in your underwear, and Bakugou bit his lip. You squirmed a little as he finally started to pull your underwear down. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you revealed yourself to him.

You heard Bakugou suck in a breath, and his fingers dug into your thighs, nails gripping your skin hard enough to leave marks. You opened your eyes, looking down your body at your boyfriend, who was staring right at your sex with a burning desire.

“K-Katsuki?” You whispered “D- d’you not like it?”

“I wanna suck you off- oh god please let me suck your dick!” He tore his eyes away to look you in the eyes. You nodded, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

“You can, just be gentle. It’s very sensitive.” He nodded, pressing a few kisses to your outer labia. He slipped a finger between your folds, gathering up some of your slick. He lifted it to his nose, sniffing it before his tongue darted out from between his lips to lap at his finger.

His grip on your thigh tightened as you heard him groan. He forced your legs open, pushing them upwards and out of the way. Finally, he went down on you.

You whined loudly as he wrapped his lips around your dick, sucking lightly as he teased your entrance with his fingers. Your hands flew to the sheets, tugging the fabric up with your fingers in a sorry attempt to keep yourself grounded.

“Ah- K-Katsuki~ fuck Katsuki!” You cried out, bucking your hips up against his face.

“What? Can’t handle it? You want me to stop~?” He teased, and you shook your head

“Don’t stop! Oh god please don’t stop!”

“Yeah? You like it?” He purred. “Cuz I sure do, I really like this fucking dick~” you tried to press your face into the pillows as he slipped a finger inside you.

“Katsuki- y-you’re embarrassing me!” You whined.

“Yeah? I don’t fucking care,” he growled. “I only care about getting this cute little dick to cum~” in that instant, you were back inside his mouth, and he didn’t even need to bob his head to fit all of you inside.

You squirmed and wiggled, and Katsuki moved his hands from you thigh to your hip. He growled again, looking up at you with a glare. He wanted you to keep still.

His thumb rubbed soothingly at your skin as he continued to fingerfuck you, slipping another digit inside your quivering walls. You couldn’t keep yourself from mewling his name, bucking up into his touch.

“God I love your noises,” he groaned against your sopping wet core. “I love your dick, I love you.”

“Katsuki!” You cried out when his fingers curled upwards, pressing against your g-spot. “Oh fuck Katsuki, right there!”

“Oh? Did I find your special spot? Hmm good boy~” you could feel all senses washing away, Katsuki was just making you feel so good, too good, you could hardly process it.

Was this really his first time?

Katsuki pulled his fingers out of you, moving them upwards to rub at your dick. Your own slick acting as lube. He circled your entrance with his tongue.

“Ah- Kat-Katsuki! Careful, that- that’s sensitive! Mm fuck~”

“Well you seem to like it, so I’m going to do it.” He slid his tongue inside you, swishing it around to gather as much of your nectar as he could.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck oh shit oh fuck!” You threw your head back onto the pillows, legs spasming and pressing down on either side of Katsuki’s face.

Katsuki moved his hand away from your dick, taking to rubbing at your hips to calm you. He continued to tongue-fuck you throughout your high, slowing down as you started to relax before he finally pulled away.

“You good baby?” he purred, licking your sticky climax off his lips. You whimpered, nodding.

“That felt really good~” you huffed as he crawled over you again, pressing kisses to your neck.

“You’re fucking hot~” he murmured, nipping at your skin. “You sounded so sweet, and tasted sweet too~” he tilted your head up so he could meet your eyes. “Tiny dicks are the fucking best~”

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lxngbottom · 3 years

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Cramps. | N.L. (+ D.T & S.F.)

in which the reader is having a really bad period, so her three best friends come and check up on her.

warnings: pain, periods, bleeding, swearing, we know how it is.

i’m on my period rn, & these three boys are my fav characters so this is mostly to comfort me (and idk if you guys can even relate, but my periods get THIS bad) (edit: this was NOT supposed to be this long but oh well i love these three)

gryffindor reader! (but anyone can read obv)

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somehow, you had managed to make it through the previous school day. but, the whole time your stomach felt like it was completely turning on you, and with every step you took, the bleeding was so heavy. you couldn’t even remember the last time you went through so many pads and tampons in one day.

on top of that, you were an absolute emotional wreck. and, that became apparent to neville when seamus laughed over tripping over your shoe lace, and you looked up at your three best friends with tears in your eyes.

“merlin, y/n! i was only messing with you! what’s wrong?” seamus furrowed his eyebrows at you, only for you to bend down and groan in pain as you attempted to tie your loose shoe laces.

“i can’t do it!” you whined, a tear finally escaping your tired eyes. you stood up, and sniffled, not noticing the genuine concerned looks plastered across the three boys’s faces.

and then, if things couldn’t get any worse, you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned around to meet a terrified looking ron and harry, staring down at your legs,

“y-y-y/n... blood! t-t-there’s blood running down your legs!”

you looked down, and sure enough, there was a bunch of it. you automatically began to cry, and the sobbing only got worse as you realized that this was happening in front of not one, not two, but five boys.

“nev—neville... p-please give me your jacket...” you choked out, rushing as the blood seeped between your thighs. he did so quickly, tossing it to you, and your tied it around your waist before running into the nearest bathroom.

“why would you point that out?” dean asked ron, eyeing him,

“what?! would it be better for her to stay like that the rest of the day?” the ginger snapped back, still not putting two and two together. ron wasn’t exactly wrong, but his execution was awful.

the boys sighed, deciding that maybe waiting outside the bathroom would do you some good. but, unfortunately, as 15 minutes passed, you never came out.

“m-m-maybe someone should go and get hermione. or lavendar. or one of the parvati twins?” neville suggested, scratching the back of his neck. seamus shrugged, honestly clueless on how to handle the whole situation.

luckily, a saving grace skipped by, grabbing the attention of all of the boys,

“ginny!” ron called out, and she stopped in her tracks, “thank merlin you’re here!”

the look on her face was questionable as harry, ron, neville, dean, and seamus all stared at her.

“w-what?”

dean spoke up first, more than concerned, “y/n went in there. she—she had—blood running down her legs. and, she started crying...”

that’s all it took for ginny to nod her head, “okay. you guys go ahead. i’ll take care of her!”

they did so reluctantly, more so your three best friends. as ron and harry wanted to be away from the whole scenario as soon as possible.

and, that was the last they heard from you yesterday. today, they waited for you to come down from the girl’s dorm, but you never came.

they waited for you in the great hall, but again, you never came.

little did they know, you were curled up in a ball on your bed, sobbing from the excruciating pain that filled your whole body. this cycle was hitting you like a truck, and you’d wished that somehow you had been more prepared for it.

hermione had left you reluctantly that morning, never seeing a fellow girl having such a bad period before. you had cried all night, and you and her both had barely gotten any sleep. so that’s why when neville saw hermione drifting off to sleep during a shared class, he was absolutely baffled.

as that same class ended, the three boys caught up with hermione,

“hey, granger! where’s y/n?” seamus asked, and she rubbed her eyes.

“she—um—“ a yawn interrupted her response, “she’s in our dorm. she doesn’t feel well.”

neville’s mouth went agape, and he finally put two and two together.

“i wouldn’t go and see her, though. you guys embarrassed her yesterday. she told me all about ronald, and ginny, and seamus. she’s really upset, and... she’s just in a lot of pain. so, just let her be for a while.”

and with that, she left the three boys. they gave each other weird looks, mentally questioning each other.

you on the other hand at this time, were crying as you changed out your bed sheets for the second time that day. it wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable experience to have to explain to a house elf why you needed a bunch of new clean sheets.

dinner soon came, and even then, the boys expected to see you sitting with them, eating and laughing. but, you still hadn’t left that dorm.

so, neville packed some extra food, and the three made a journey to gryffindor tower, just to see if they could break the rules to make sure you weren’t dying. (of course, all three of them were convinced that you were on your death bed.)

they slipped past the prefect, climbing up the stairs to your dorm.

dean was just about to knock when they all heard your voice,

“stop, hermione! please! i don’t care that i missed my classes! i’ve been puking all day, bled on my bed, almost shit my pants four times, so, i really don’t care about snape and what he said about me! piss off!”

seamus’s lips curled, and the sound he let out could only be described as pure disgust. but, neville nudged him,

“she can’t help it. don’t be like that...” he whispered, still not sure if you were alright with visitors at the moment.

“well, i’m sorry! but, dean, neville, and seamus are all worried about you! they—“

that’s when they heard a blood curdling scream, and it sounded exactly like you. it made them jump,

“I WANT TO KILL MYSELF! FUCK!”

“don’t say that! it’s only for a few days, y/n! i told you i would help you with anything you needed!”

“then you can start by fucking off! go away!”

the boys looked at each other,

“maybe—“

“yeah—“

“later.”

they all mutually agreed, and ran down the stairs before hermione had the chance to see them.

they settled in the common room, deciding to do their homework until they knew it was a safe call to go and see you. they all worried about you tremendously, as they had never heard you talk to a fellow friend like that. you simple weren’t that type of person in their eyes. you had always been patient with people, so it was a wonder to them how you loved them so much.

they spotted ginny, walking up to the girl’s dormitories with a glass of ice cream in hand. they naturally assumed it was for you. and truth be told, when ginny entered with a sweet smile on her face, holding the cold treat, you realized you had never been more happy to see a weasley before.

as pathetic as it sounded, you cried to ginny while eating the chocolate ice cream. you sobbed to her about all the events of that day, and the day before. your crush on neville and how you believed he didn’t feel the same, the way that seamus chewed too loudly, and how hermione was too uptight sometimes. she simply listened, knowing that’s all she could really do.

finally, the three boys saw ginny coming down the the glass now empty, and they ran up to her,

“is she okay?”

“what’s happening?”

“can we go and see her?”

she chuckled and shook her head them, “she’s fine, you guys. calm down. i’m not so sure if she’ll want to see you guys, but you guys can sure try.”

they all three looked at each other, slightly terrified.

but, they sucked it up and made their way up again. of course, seamus couldn’t hold back from making a snide comment,

“i swear, if i get a book thrown at my head and end up in the hospital wing with a concussion, i’m blanking it on neville.”

“why me?!” neville scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air,

“because! you fancy her and are the most worried about her! she’s just on her period! is it really that big of a deal?”

before neville could answer, dean cut in, “yes, seamus. it is a big deal. maybe not to us, but to her it is. try bleeding out of your dick for a week while your inside are ripping apart!”

if you would’ve been present, you definitely wouldn’t hugged dean for that one.

they finally arrived, and they argued for a moment over who would be the once to knock on the door. it felt like they were stepping into a death trap. finally, neville agreed to do it.

he did so gently,

“what?” you asked, “who is it?”

dean and seamus eyed each other, definitely panicking.

“erm—it’s... us...”

you groaned, and looked down at your state. you were only in your bra and underwear, trash bucket in your lap, nausea getting the best of you... again.

but, you figured seeing your three best friends would bring you some comfort. this wasn’t their fault, and you didn’t want to take it out on them anymore.

“um... you can come in, but warning! i’m—“

before you could warn them, the door flew open,

“naked...” you breathed out, looking down at the trash can.

they all went wide eyed, and neville covered dean and seamus’s eyes with his hands, and closed his own.

“close the door, you gits!”

neville did so with his foot, still covering everyone’s eyes. you let out a small chuckle at the fact, and shook your head.

“you guys can look, you know. you act like we haven’t been best friends since first year.”

“b-b-but you’re—naked!” dean responded, through neville still keeping his own hand over the boy’s face.

you pursed your lips as you felt vomit climbing it’s way up your throat, “who—“

that’s when they heard it. the violent sound of puking. neville thanked merlin that his eyes were closed, because he probably would’ve puked too.

“who cares?” you breathed out, wiping the slobber from your chin. that’s when seamus took neville’s hand away from his eyes, and realized how you looked.

you looked unrecognizable almost. you looked exhausted, pale, and like you had just been hit by twenty cars at one time. your eyes were all puffy and red from crying, and your hair was definitely not put together like it usually was. makeup was smeared all down your face, makeup from the day before that you simply didn’t have the motivation to get up and wash off. but, seamus couldn’t help but notice your bra and underwear.

“you—“ he chuckled, “you have teddy bears on your undergarments, y/n?”

you clenched your jaw, and tightened your grasp around the trash can, narrowing your eyes at him. his eyes widened,

“kidding! i was only kidding! they suit you well!”

finally, dean shoved neville’s hand off as well, and neville opened his eyes back up reluctantly. neville and dean took in your state, much less of a laughing matter to them, as they were more of the calm friends.

“merlin, y/n... are you alright?” neville asked, approaching you slowly. you shook your head,

“i’m dying...”

the three boys gasped, and you looked at them funny, “i’m kidding... but i feel like i might...”

that settled their nerves a bit, the theory of you dying slowly fading away. you spit in the trash can, and set it back down on the floor. of course, seamus being the curious cat he is, looked in the trash can.

“don’t look at my vomit, finnigan! don’t you have any manners?”

he jumped back, and nodded his head.

“what are you guys doing here, anyway?” you asked, laying down fully on the bed, stomach and legs exposed.

“well—we know—you—you sorta—“

neville sighed at dean’s awkwardness about the whole situation, “we know you’re on your period. and, we know that you’re in a lot of pain. and, we just wanted to come and check up on you.” he glanced at the other two boys, “right?”

“yeah, definitely!”

“totally!”

you giggled at seamus and dean, “oh, what gentlemen. how could i ever thank you?”

seamus couldn’t hold it in. the comment just slipped from his lips,

“well, seeing you in your bra and underwear is thanks enough in my book!” he joked, nudging dean.

surprisingly, the only one who laughed beside seamus... was you. this surprised the boys, as you were sure that would earn seamus that book to his temple, or at least a smack to the face. but, it didn’t.

“see? i told you guys she’s fine! she’s laughing like she always does!”

neville seemed to look over at you for reassurance, just to make sure that seamus hadn’t crossed a boundary with one of his crude jokes. it was something that seamus had done quite a few times, without even realizing it, but it was simply because he didn’t know how to put a filter on. you knew at the end of the day that seamus wasn’t trying to disrespect you. plus, it was something you had go get used to, being one of his best friends and all.

at one point, the boys had eased into the floor, getting things for you if you needed it. seamus even asked why exactly girls even got periods, and you explained it to him in full detail.

“so... like—the inside of your uterus is actually tearing? i thought dean was joking about that!”

you shook your head, “unfortunately, it’s not a joke, finnigan. it’s very real...”

“well, is it this bad for all girls?”

“no, actually. some girls only bleed for a couple of days, and it’s very light. they can go without cramps, puking... lucky bitches!”

that’s when the boys fell silent, even seamus himself. until he raised an eyebrow,

“is it bad that i’m kinda curious? you know—to see how it feels to... bleed... down—there...”

dean furrowed his eyebrows, but neville nodded his head in agreement.

“well, boys... i can’t make you bleed out your dick for seven days straight... but, i can punch you guys in the stomach with full force and show you how cramps feel!”

collectively, they all disagreed, which caused you to fall into a fit of laughter.

“but—it can’t be that bad, right? i mean, everyone can get a stomach ache...” dean questioned, but unsure of what he had just said.

“let me put it to you like this, thomas. imagine the weasley twins sneaking a muggle laxative into your morning pumpkin juice...” you started, “but that stomach pain for a whole week.”

dean put his head down, finally understanding. no wonder you had talked about almost shitting your pants.

that’s when the door swung open, revealing a surprised hermione,

“y/n! where are your clothes?! boys are in here! and plus, they’re not even supposed to be in here, anyway!” she snapped, immediately storming over to your closet, and pulling out a random shirt, throwing it at you.

“but, it’s too hot! and, any tightness hurts!”

“i don’t care! i couldn’t imagine sitting around with ronald and harry with my—lady parts hanging out!”

you chuckled at her hidden shaming, quite used to it by now. “oh, whatever, granger! it’s the same difference as a bathing suit! lighten up!”

seamus and dean snickered at the look on her face, and the way she stormed out.

“she’s right, y/n. not about—you know, we don’t care... but, just—seamus will be talking about it for the rest of his natural life if you keep your clothes off any longer.” neville stated, standing up and taking his sweater off. he passed it to you, making sure not to touch you in anyway that would make you uncomfortable.

you smiled at the kind gesture. sure, it was a sweater, and you probably should choose the lighter t-shirt that hermione had snagged out for you. but, it was neville’s sweater, so, how could you refuse?

you slipped it on over your head, and pulled your hair through the hole. it was quite comfortable, and you were just the right amount of warm and cool. so, it worked out in the end. “thank you, longbottom. that was sweet.”

his face turned red at the small grin etched upon your face, but he shook it off and sat back down on the floor.

you all began talking again, not even noticing when seamus had gotten bored and ancy, and started snooping in your drawers. but, his eyes went wide at the sight of something in your drawer. he picked it up, and stared at it for a moment.

“uh... y/n...” he started, voice a bit shaky, “what’s this?”

he held it up, and you, dean, and neville all looked over.

“that’s a tampon, finnigan. i use it when i’m on my period so the blood doesn’t leak out.”

he took a beat of silence as he connected the dots, and his eyes seemed to widen even more,

“and... you have to put this where exactly?”

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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For smutty prompts: 97) “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

With Andy or Ransom? Anyone really 😂

Oooookkkkk, this is gonna be Ransom, cause I’ve had a similar idea to this for him for a while now.

What, the OTP again, you say? You guys just keep lining them up for me 😉

Tagging the OTP babes @stargazingfangirl18 @chrissquares @subtlebucky @egcdeath

Send me smutty prompts!!!

Again, 18+ only guys, this is straight up porn!

You had never been more bored in your life.

It was Linda and Richards’ 40th anniversary, and they were throwing a giant party at a fancy hotel in downtown Boston. Of course you had to go, you and Ransom were pretty established now, as much as Linda hated it.

It was literally just a bunch of old money families that Linda was trying to ingrain herself to, bunch of stuffed suits that had nothing better to talk about than summering in the Hamptons or their brand new yachts or whatever the fuck the obscenely rich and out of touch loved to drone on about.

You’d lost track of the number of gin and tonics you consumed an hour ago, keeping yourself glued to Ransom’s side purely because you needed someone to roll your eyes at and he was your only option.

“How you feeling there, sweetheart?” He asked as some ancient man with a name like Chauncey or something finally walked away from you after chatting at you about his damn hunting lodge for what felt like an hour.

“Please kill me.” You whined, running your hand over your face before taking another sip of your drink as he chuckled at you. “Just break your glass and shove the shards into my throat.”

“I thought you were used to talking to rich people?” He said. “Isn’t that all you do at that charity of yours?”

“Those are rich liberals.” You said as you chugged the rest of your drink. “Who also aren’t the best, but at least I don’t have to listen to them complain about environmental regulations the whole time.”

“Well, why don’t we give my parents those super thoughtful gifts you got them then get the fuck out of here?” He said, taking your glass from you.

“Yes, please.” You said grabbing the presents you’d spent way too long on and following him through the crowd.

It didn’t take you long to find Richard and Linda, at the center of a flurry of activity. You waited patiently for them to be free before stepping in front of them, Ransom wrapping a protective hand around your waist.

“Mom, Dad, Y/N and I are gonna head out but we wanted to make sure to wish you a happy anniversary and give you your gifts.” He said, his fingers drumming against your side with nervous energy.

“Yes, happy anniversary you two.” You said, giving them a forced grin as you handed them their presents.

“Oh you can’t leave yet, Ransom.” Linda said, completely ignoring you. “There’s someone here I want you to meet. Muffy!”

Ransom let out a groan as Linda wandered off to grab some uptight looking woman who was about your age but who looked about as bored as you felt. Richard just gave his son a clap on the shoulder and gave you a lecherous grin, before turning to head to the bar.

“Gross.” You muttered before turning back to you boyfriend. “You wanna tell me what’s going on, babe?”

“Yeah, my mom’s been trying to get me to go out with this Muffy chick for months.” He said nervously, loosening his tie around his throat. “I think her parents own a textile conglomerate or something. I thought she would’ve let up once we made it official but I guess not.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond before Linda was shoving the poor girl at Ransom and trying to get the two of them to chat, still pointedly ignoring you.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you. This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said as he pulled you even closer.

“Hi Muffy, it’s my pleasure.” You said, offering her your hand as you beamed at Linda, who was looking very unhappy. “So sorry to cut this short, but we really do need to get going. Always great to see you, Linda.”

You dragged Ransom away from the crowd by his tie. He made a small sound of surprise when you turned away from the exit and started to head towards the bathroom.

“Babe, the exit’s that way.” He muttered, grinning at you.

You turned around and brought his face to meet yours, smashing your lips against his in a searing kiss, running your tongue over his teeth before breaking away and leaving him breathless.

“I know where the exit is, but there’s something I want to take care of first.” You murmured as he rested his forehead against yours. “Now go make sure there’s no one in the bathroom, and I’ll make you come so good baby.”

“Fuck, don’t gotta tell me twice.” He muttered before striding inside.

He was only gone for a few seconds before popping back out and dragging you in after him, picking you up and wrapping your legs around him.

“So...” you murmured as he set you on the counter, his lips moving all over your neck and shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me your mom was trying to set you up with a socialite?”

“Didn’t really seem important.” He muttered against your chest as he slotted himself between your thighs. “It’s not like I was actually gonna do anything with her.”

“Right.” You said as you started to undo his belt.

You removed his belt and started to work on undoing his fly, sighing as he sucked a bruise against your throat. You tugged his slacks and boxer briefs down his legs and wrapped your hand around his cock, making him groan.

“Whose cock is this baby?” You purred as he straightened up to rest his forehead against yours, your grip on his length tightening as he hissed between his teeth.

“Shit, you’re mad.” He mumbled as you squeezed him harder, biting your lip as you watched precum leak from his angry tip.

“Not mad, baby.” You murmured, running your thumb over his slit and making him groan. “Just feel like maybe your need a little reminder. Now tell me whose cock this is.”

“Fuck, it’s your cock.” He moaned as you smeared his precum over your fingers and dragged your hand over his length.

“That’s right baby.” You whispered as you brought your hand up to cup his cheek. “All mine. Just like this pretty mouth.”

He hummed as you slipped your fingers into his mouth and continued to draw your hand over his dick. His tongue swirled around your fingers as you pushed them further into his mouth, nudging the back of his throat as you slid off the counter.

“Look at you taking my fingers so good baby.” You cooed at him as you moved to stand behind him, sliding your fingers out of his mouth. “You know what else is mine?”

His breath hitched as you ran your hand over the curve of his ass, teasing your finger around the rim of his puckered hole, your other hand still drawing over his length as you bent him over the counter.

“Fuck, oh my god.” He groaned as you slid your finger inside him, arching his back into your hand.

“Ooh, baby, you are so fucking ready for me aren’t you?” You purred at him as you stretched him open, his cock twitching in your grip. “I own you, Hugh. This is my body, sweetheart, I can play you like a damn fiddle.”

He cried out as you slipped another finger inside him, scissoring them in his pretty hole as you curled over his back and pressed soft kisses against his neck. You shoved them even further inside him until they were nudging his prostate, and he swallowed a scream as your hand moved even faster over his cock.

“Mmm, sing for me pretty boy.” You murmured into his hair. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this. Now cum for me sweetheart.”

You sank your teeth into his neck as you shoved a third finger inside him, your other hand squeezing his cock. Ransom screamed as he came violently, his body rolling underneath you as his cum spurted all over the counter and his pretty hole fluttered around your fingers as he sobbed against the countertop.

“Oh my god!” You heard a sound of disgusted surprise from your left and turned to see Walt and Richard standing there with shock written all over their faces.

You stood up and grinned at the two of them as you pulled your fingers out of Ransom and unwrapped your other hand from his cock, smacking his ass hard and making him yelp as he panted against the counter.

“Hey there boys!” You beamed at them, Ransom finally coming back to himself and straightening up, avoiding making eye contact with his father and uncle as he pulled his slacks back up and tucked himself in. “Richard, please tell your wife to stop shoving WASP bitches at my boyfriend.”

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A/N: This ended up being super long, whoops! But hey, sub!Ransom guys!

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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This Side of Normal Ch. 9

AO3

Marinette blinks at the house in front of her in shock. She didn’t know what she had expected when Dick had mentioned a trapeze at his house. She definitely hadn’t expected the house to look like...this.

“Your house is freaking huge.” Marinette says.

“Not my house. It’s the guy who adopted us. Me and Dickie bird.” Jason says, slinging an arm over Adrien’s shoulders to reach over and ruffle her hair.

“Are you sure that it’s okay we’re here?” She asks, frowning.

“Sure! Besides, B’s probably still at work.” Dick says, grinning as the door opens.

“Master Dick, Master Jason. I see you’ve brought guests.” An older man says, quirking an eyebrow. Marinette smiles awkwardly.

“Hi. I’m Marinette, and this is Adrien.” She says, extending her hand. The man nods, shaking her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss. I am the family’s butler and caretaker, Alfred Pennyworth.” He says. Marinette smiles.

“Nice to meet you as well, Monsieur Pennyworth.” She says.

“I’m gonna go try and show Mari here some trapeze moves.” Dick explains with a wide grin.

“Very well. Should I plan for two more at dinner?” Mr. Pennyworth asks.

“Oh, no, I don’t-” Marinette starts to argue, but Dick cuts her off.

“Yes please!” He says before hurrying down the hallway. “Come on slowpokes!” He adds with a grin. Marinette looks at Jason pleadingly.

“You’re the one who said you were gonna adopt Dick as your brother. This is all on you, Pixie Pop.” He says with a smirk, continuing to walk after Dick. Marinette groans, but follows, glaring at Adrien who snorts at her pain.

“You’re a little bitch.” She mumbles under her breath, glaring at him. He rolls his eyes.

“You know you love me.” He says. Marinette speeds up her walk, careful to keep Dick in sights at all times. This place was huge. She bumps into Adrien, nudging him with her shoulder as they walk down the hall.

“Okay, okay, are you guys ready for this?” Dick asks, stopping in front of closed double doors. Marinette nods and Dick grins before pushing open the doors. Her jaw drops as she looks into the gym. It had everything you could possibly want or need. Including a bunch of gymnastics equipment, aerial silks and a trapeze. It was amazing.

“Wow.” She says, eyes wide as she looks around. This was even cooler than she’d imagined.

“Man, this would’ve been helpful a year ago.” Adrien mumbles, and Marinette snorts, knowing he’s thinking back to their rooftop training sessions with Jason. And all the times they got scraped up from the rough roofs. She glances over at Jason, noticing the thoughtful look on his face. Probably thinking the same thing, she thinks before turning back to Dick.

“So, how do we start?” She asks, bouncing back and forth between the balls of her feet. This was going to be so freaking cool!

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This is so worth a trip to Gotham! Marientte thinks to herself as she flies through the air. Dick was surprised at how quickly she caught on for her first time (she pointedly ignored the snorts from Adrien and Jason who both knew this was not her first time flying through the air). Once they get back to the platform, Dick’s phone starts to ring and he smiles apologetically.

“I’ve really gotta take this.” He says, darting down the ladder and rushing out of the gym to answer his phone. Marinette shrugs and follows him down the latter, punching Jason’s arm as she walks by him to grab a drink of water.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?” He asks, rubbing his arm and glaring at the girl.

“I saw you two idiots laughing at me.” She replies, shrugging.

“Why do you still punch so hard?” Jason asks, and she can tell he’s starting to be concerned for her. She recognizes the look on his face.

“Pent up aggression from fighting an emotional terrorist for a good chunk of my adolescence.” She deapans. He raises an eyebrow and she huffs. “Okay, I took up boxing.”

“So have you both kept up with training?” He asks, visibly concerned. Marinette shares a look with Adrien, trying to decide if she should be honest or not. But...it’s Jason. So she has to be.

“Yeah….” She draws out the word before sighing, pushing her bangs back from her face. “In our defense, it’s hard to go back to being a civilian after being a hero for several years. It’s just- especially with Guardian shit, right? Like, that’s a lifetime commitment. If I give it up, I give up my memories. I can’t do that, Jay. I’d forget you and Adrien and I can’t do that. So I don’t-” She pauses and lets herself take a breath. “I don’t have a choice.” Jason’s face drops into a scowl, but she knows it’s not directed at her. As much as she admired Master Fu, he was not the best mentor. And he left her without a choice when it came to hero work. Something she knew that Jason couldn’t forgive him for. Even if she tried to.

“Come on, we’re gonna spar.” Jason instructs, not giving her a chance to object. She sighs, but follows him over to the mats, immediately getting into position.

“I fight better than I did a year ago.” She warns, and Jason grins.

“That’s what I’m counting on Pixie Pop.” He says, immediately lunging towards her. Marinette jumps back, staying light on her feet as she gets used to sparring with Jason again. He wasn’t slow by any means, but he was much bigger than her, which meant he couldn’t jump around as lightly as she did. She’d have to use his weight against him. She leaps to the side and then brings a swift kick up, using her foot to kick his thigh, hard. He stumbles slightly, grinning widely before throwing a swing. Deciding to use his momentum, she grabs onto his arm and lets the swing of his arm lift her up so that she can wrap her arms around his neck in a chokehold as she clings to his back.

“Oh come on Jay, don’t tell me you’ve already lost!” Adrien teases from the side. Marinette feels Jason tense and can tell he’s about to throw himself down, which would definitely end the fight for her. Instead of letting him get that far, she moves her hands to grip onto his shoulders and vault herself over him, rolling out of the leap and jumping back up, grinning from ear to ear.

“You’ve learned some new tricks.” Jason praises, squaring his stance once again.

“Enough to beat you, old man.” She teases, snorting at the faux hurt on Jason’s face.

“You wound me, Pix.” He says, clutching his heart and shutting his eyes as if in pain. Marinette decides to use his momentary theatrics to her advantage and delivers a swift kick to the back of his left leg, throwing all of her weight into the kick. Jason yelps in surprise, and falls to the ground.

“Jump rope!” She calls out to Adrien, knowing she saw one earlier. And also knowing that there was no way she could keep Jason pinned without assistance. She holds her hand up, catching the rope that Adrien tosses to her, using it to quickly tie his ankles and wrists together. She steps back and admires her handy work, snorting at the shocked look on Jason’s face. Slow claps coming from the doorway make her snap to attention, turning and glancing at the intruder. Her eyes widen at the boy, who appeared to be around their age. With dark spiky hair and brilliant green eyes- No. Bad Mari, stop falling for green eyes. Ugh. She blinks, shoving the thoughts from her mind.

“Er- hi.” She says awkwardly, glancing over at Adrien who simply shrugs.

“Who is it?” Jason asks, since he’s currently not facing the door. Marinette glances down at him and smirks.

“Oh, you mean you can’t see, Jay? Why ever would that be?” She teases. He huffs.

“I don’t know, some crazy Pixie chick tied me up with a freaking jump rope like an angry kindergartner.” He gripes back. She crosses her arms.

“You do realize that ‘angry kindergartner’ is the only one who can untie you, right?” She asks, choosing to ignore the stranger in the doorway for now.

“Not true. Someone else came in, and Adrien can also untie a couple knots.” Jason argues. Marinette glances at Adrien who shakes his head, despite the fact that Jason can’t see.

“Yeah, sorry Jay. I’m not going against Mari. She’s kinda scary.” Adrien says, making Jason whine.

“Who the fuck is at the door then?” He asks, obviously starting to lose his patience.

“Tt. As if I would help you, Todd.” The boy says and Marinette feels herself melt slightly at his voice. It was so- NO. BAD MARI. STOP. NO.

“His name’s Jason.” Adrien pipes up, and Marinette turns to him, frowning. Because, yes, his name is Jason. So then what-

“His last name is Todd.” The boy says, and Adrien’s face turns red. He rubs the back of his neck- his go to ‘I’m feeling awkward right now’ pose.

“Oops.” He says with a lopsided smile. Marinette rolls her eyes playfully at him before turning back and looking right in the boy’s eyes.

“Hi, I’m Marinette Dupain Cheng. That dork over there is Adrien.” She introduces with a short wave.

“Pleasure. I’m Damian Wayne.” The boy, Damian, introduces. Marinette smiles at him, feeling herself start to get lost in his eyes again. It wouldn’t hurt to look for just a minute, besides, he wasn’t looking away either. And his eyes were such a pretty color-

“Could someone please fucking untie me.” Jason groans. Marinette blushes furiously, dropping down and swiftly untying Jason.

“Sorry Jay.” She apologizes, wincing at the annoyed look on his face as he stands up. He simply grunts and ruffles her hair, making her protest.

“S’okay Pix. Besides, now you can take me down without using Adrien as a distraction. Big improvement.” He compliments and her annoyed face quickly morphs into a wide smile.

“Alfred sent me to let you know dinner is ready.” Damian says, an annoyed expression on his face. Marinette immediately blushes again and glances at Jason who simply raises an eyebrow. She groans and falls back in line with Adrien who had a knowing smirk on his face.

“Shut up.” She mutters, elbowing the boy. He snorts, shaking his head at her. Jason starts to walk out, trading insults with Damian as the group makes their way to the dining room.

“Whatever you say, Bug.” He says, throwing an arm over her shoulder. She narrows her eyes at him.

“Say anything, and I’ll beat you with your own arm.” She whispers. He holds up his hands in surrender and she sighs in relief. Hopefully they’d make it through this dinner without Adrien embarrassing the hell out of her. Following Jason and Damian into what had to be the dining room, she’s surprised to see a guy a couple years older than them, and a much taller man who had to be Jason’s dad.

“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met.” He says, extending a hand. “I’m Bruce Wayne.” He says with a wide (but false, Marinette notes, watching how it doesn’t reach his eyes) smile. Marinette’s eyes widen and she glances at Jason who just rolls his eyes.

“Mari, Adrien, this is my….father.” He says the word as if it’s bitter. Marinette makes a note to ask about that later. They’d already sent one asshole father to prison, she had no problems sending another.

“Nice to meet you.” Marinette says, shaking his hand, her smile not reaching her eyes either. She wouldn’t give him a real smile, not until she’d talked to Jason about it. He had helped them so much, it only made sense to help him too. Dinner should be interesting.

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sparetimeimagines · 3 years

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Spent | Miya Atsumu x Miya Osamu x Reader

tags; This is Filthy, Threesome, Osamu!Boyfriend, Overstimulation, Anal, Double Penetration, Smut

Masterlist

Assume everyone is of legal age unless addressed otherwise

“Shh. Quiet Princess.” Your heart pounds against your chest. You cannot believe this is happening.

The grey headed twin holds your face on his hands. “You trust me, right?”

You nod though your body is trembling.

“You know I won’t let anything happen to you, right?” He strokes your cheek, kissing your forehead after your nod.

“I’m gonna tie you up now.” He places the blindfold over your eyes and you feel a cold metal piece on your wrist. “To the bed.” He says and you feel your arms bind over your head.

What provoked you to agree to this?

It’s quiet; a belt falls to the ground.

Your legs begin to shake; whether if it is the anticipation or excitement differing from fear and the unknown is a mystery to you.

“So we’re gonna play a game, Princess.”

The voice belongs to the bottom of the bed; where all your energy goes.

The feeling of your naked body exposed against the bed is nerve racking. The crisp sheets keep you cool as the room is silent except for the voice.

“Guess Who? Except is going to be Atsumu and Osamu. But instead of us asking you a bunch of questions, you’re going to guess who’s touching you.”

In unison, both of your legs feel hands run up your calves.

“I confided in Osamu with a bet.” Atsumu, from your left begins. “I said, I bet Y/n can’t tell the difference between us. Of course, he used the whole twin excuse blah blah blah.” He mocks his brother. “But honestly, I bet he’s boring, lazy, and I can make you cum more than he can.”

“And if you can tell us apart, you’ll get a prize, but if you’re wrong, you’ll be punished.” From the right, you suppose this one is your boyfriend. “You should know, right? I mean, you’ve never fucked my brother before...”

“Of course not, Samu.” You scoff.

“Good. Then this should be easy.”

“How do I know this isn’t just some trick for Atsumu to fuck me?” You frown tugging on the cuffs connected to the headboard.

“It’s not a trick.” The boys make their ways back to the end.

“You should have known Osamu likes to share his toys. I wanna have my turn.”

The inside of your legs feel fingers traveling upwards.

“Be gentle with her, Sumu.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Samu.”

The weight of the bed shifts downward.

“We’ll give you a test run.”

“Oh and Atsumu, you’re not allowed to cum in her.” The tone of your boyfriend’s voice was vicious.

“I think you’d make a great uncle.”

You can feel tension rise between the twins.

“Atsumu...” your boyfriend warns his brother.

“Relax.” The blonde smirks through his tone. “It’s not like she’ll be able to tell us apart anyway.”

“So, what’s on the board?”

“Oh. Right. You have to tell us apart. And we have to see who can make you cum the most. See, everyone wins.”

“Princess. I’ll give you a freebie.” His long finger traces your opening immediately following up with his tongue without warning.

You shutter feeling a chill take over your body; a pulse of electricity waking you up.

“See Osamu, I told you she’d like me more.” You feel his breath dress you, his calloused hands holding your legs apart. “Aww she’s shy.”

“Shu-” You attempt to break your silence, however the twin cancels that, his finger returning to your entrance, twisting inside and begin pumping his friction.

“Ok, you’ve had enough.” The younger twin pulls his brother off in jealously.

“What? I’ve only just started.”

Arms curl around your legs and you feel a tongue slide back in.

“Mm Fuck baby.” You moan your hips lifting on their own.

“See. My Princess knows me.” He chuckles circling your clit. “She knows me so well.” He slides in his fingers, nearly identical to his brothers. They spread, stretching your walls earning a moan.

“You’re cheating. You can’t say shit like that. Of course she’ll know you then.”

“Then what am I supposed to say?” He kisses your slit.

“Get out of the way.” Atsumu pushes his brother to the side however Osamu pushes back.

“Guys.” You moan arching your hips, tugging against the metal cuffs.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Dipshit.”

“You’re doing it all wrong.”

“Guys, seriously?” You try to intervene.

“You’re cheating. You can’t just say shit like that.”

“Guys?” You moan. “If one of you don’t get over here and fuck me...” You feel both boys turn to you. “Figure it out.”

The twins silently rock-paper-scissors for a turn, the first flipping the other off, sliding in between your legs.

“Fuck Baby. You like having us fawn over you?” His hands slide up and down your thighs reconnecting with your desperate cunt. You jump in reaction, he moving his hand to your stomach. “Shh, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The blond licks your slit and snaps his fingers at his brother.

The other jumps to his brothers demand, kneeling at your head.

“Mmm Baby, stick your tongue out.” He unzips his pants, reaching for his cock as you comply. “Good girl.”

He slaps the tip on your tongue, sliding it into your mouth.

“You look so hot.” The older one mumbles in between your legs lapping your clit.

With a muffled moan and arched hips, your sobbing pussy makes the twin twitch, his cock pulling precum.

He slides his dick out, slapping against your cunt, teasing the wet folds.

Dipping two times, he slides in, you gasping over your boyfriend’s twin’s cock.

“Fuck.” He releases a long exhale. “You’re so tight.” Atsumu rolls his hips a few times, releasing tension.

The younger twin gives him a warning look, pulling out of his girlfriend’s mouth.

“Who am I?” He whispers, his lips smearing against yours.

“Uhh.” You hesitate, feeling the blonde continue to break the boundaries of his newly found sensation. “A-fuck-Atsumu.”

“Wrong.” Atsumu smashes his cock into you, roughly pounding your pussy as Osamu smacks your tit.

“Damn baby, I’m hurt.”

“I just thought..”

“Yeah yeah, shut up.” He shoves his cock back in your mouth hearing his brother grunt.

“You’re so fucking dirty. I bet you’ve always thought of fucking twins. I bet that was your intention all along.” He smashes your cunt, earning muffled moans silenced by his brother.

“Move over, you greedy asshole.” Osamu growls taking his cock from your mouth.

“Nuh uh uh. You know the rules Samu.” He pulls out from you and they duel again, Atsumu winning twice.

“Can we take these cuffs off? They’re really hurting my wrists.” You whimper, closing your legs.

“Mmm Princess you have to keep those pretty legs open.” Atsumu cups your cunt two fingers messing with your heat.

“Mmm fuck.” You cry out. “Please... I’ll behave.”

“Begging too!” He eyes his brother impressed. “Well I guess we can, since you’re so well behaved.”

He leans forward, sliding his tongue into your mouth, clicking the cuffs loose.

“Besides...” the blond twin flips your on your stomach, arching your hips in his direction. “I like you better this way.”

Osamu takes his shirt off, tugging it tight like a rope and wraps it behind your head, pulling you into his groin. His fingers comb your hair, his hand resting on your crown as you swallow him.

“Fuck.” Atsumu lays his hand across your cheek, making you yelp further down Osamu. “It jiggles, it fucking jiggles!”

You tap your boyfriend’s stomach pulling off.

“That’s Atsumu.” You laugh and running your hand over his length. “This is Osamu.” You kiss his cock, feeling Osamu smirk at his brother.

“That’s not fair.” Atsumu whines and Osamu counters him.

“That’s your problem, dumbass. Keep your mouth shut.”

The two pull away and duel once more, Osamu winning.

He grabs your hips, rubbing the spot Atsumu attacked. He kisses your cheek them turns to the other showering you with his lips. He carries over to your core brushing his finger along your clit before licking a stripe to along your folds to your ass, teasing your tight hole to alert your senses.

Atsumu grabs your head and brushes his cock against your lips, letting them wet the sides.

“Mmm. Fuck you taste so good.” Osamu moans, lining himself up with you. His fingers crawl over your hips, a tug to him with slight aggression.

He dips his cock to play with your fluids over his head. Osamu pumps his cock a few times before bottoming inside you.

“Mmm fuck.” You moan your sends him into overdrive throwing his hips into you at a steady pace. You lower your core to your forearms for balance feeling the other twin shifting himself in between your arms. He taps his cock against your lips and you welcome him.

“Baby, you feel so good.” He moans playing with your hair. His free hand takes yours and places it on his balls. Atsumu massages them over yours and let’s go for you to lead the way.

Osamu continues to roll his hips into you, trying not to make eye contact with his brother.

Enjoying himself, he checks in with you.

“Feels good, baby?” He bottoms into you.

“Mmhmm.” You moan filled.

“What’s my name?” Osamu grunts.

“Mmm fuck.”

“Say it, Baby. What’s my name?”

“Fuck.. Daddy.” You moan as Atsumu shoves his cock back into your mouth.

“Yeah? You like that Princess?”

You arch your back in response, pushing into him, letting his cock deep inside your tight walls. He presses his finger into your ass, earning an extra loud moan.

“Fuck Sumu.” You moan and he chuckles. “Damn, I was getting into it.” He pulls out, his cock covered with white cream. “And apparently you did too?” He moves his brother to let you clean his cock.

“Dude.” He groans and Osamu shushes him.

“Shut up.” He pulls the blindfold off your eyes. “I can’t get off like this.”

He pulls your chin up in his direction, letting you look him in the eye.

“Is it ok if we keep playing with you, Princess? You were being so good.” He cups your cheek and you release him.

“Are you sure?” You eye him and turn back to Atsumu stroking his cock. You can’t just leave him there hard... and he’s identical to your boyfriend. What other chance would you get to compare them like no one else has?

“Yeah babe. We already broke that barrier, it’s fine.”

“Ok.” You agree sitting up, taking a swig of water from a bottle. You chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath.

“Yeah clean your filthy mouth out before kissing me.”

“Atsumu, shut up.” You push him back, climbing on top of him with your lips attached to his. “You like watching me fuck your brother, don’t you Samu.” You smirk stroking his brother’s cock, Atsumu’s lips attached to your neck.

“You’re filthy, Baby.” Osamu stroked himself as you insert his twin’s cock inside you.

A loud moan escapes your lips and throw your head back.

“Shit.” You feel him pound into you, your hands clasping on to his shoulders. “Oh my God.”

You feel your lover’s eyes watching you.

“Don’t be so weird, Samu, I’m just fucking your girlfriend.” Atsumu says casually between strokes and you moan. “Your pretty, little girlfriend. She takes my cock so well.” You hear him taunt your boyfriend while bottoming into your tight hole. Your high is returning, feeling his cock angrily fill you. “Does it make you feel useless, little brother?” He pulls you into him with his hand around your neck. “Watching your girlfriend get pounded by me? Look at her, she’s cumming so hard.” He smirks. “You like that, don’t you? Being choked like a little slut.”

He’s pounding as fast as he can, hearing your cheeks clap against him, your screams muffled into his shoulder and the simple but powerful, “Atsumu.” Slipping from your mouth.

You feel your walls tighten around him and he’s shaking with power. He’s going to cum.

“Yes baby, say my name.”

“Atsumu, no!” Osamu pulls you from him, Atsumu releasing himself alone, cum shooting across him chest.

“Fuck you. Why did you do that?” Osamu yells, the vein in his neck protruding.

“Bro, it just happened.”

“You bastard.” He spits at him, your turning around to make amends.

“Samu, don’t kill your brother.” You take his cock in your mouth, stroking at you feel him seethe. “Osamu, you’re swollen.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“No you won’t.” You press your lips down his cock, your nose brushing by his waist. His cock twitches inside your mouth and he gets frustrated.

“It’s not working.” He pants his chest heaving.

“Well stop looking at him.”

“He did it on purpose.” He growls, watching his brother catch his breath under the covers.

His eyes mean murder, and you need to do something quick. This feud, how Atsumu tried to put his brother down taking his brother’s toy, you need to boost him.

“Baby.” You moan kissing his neck. “You know what I really want?”

You give him a look and he raises his brow still glaring at his brother. You nod and reach for a tube of lube from the cabinet.

“Please.” You drop to your knees taking him in your mouth. “I want you so bad.”

He picks you up and brings you to the bed. Lube on his fingers, he circles your hole.

“Mmm fuck baby. You’re teasing me.” You lean foreword, letting him dip in fingers in and out of your tightest hole.

You watch Atsumu, biting your lower lip, feeling the intensity rise in your throat. “Fuck.” You purr, the most sensitive hole being stretched by the younger twin’s fingers.

You pant feeling your eyes try to roll back, the older twin making you keep focus. He slides over, his lips pressing against yours, his hand reaching to your breast as he begins to massage it.

“Osamu...” you whine feeling him leaving you stretched.

“You ready, Baby?” He grinds his cock against your sensitive hole, teasing you with extra lube. He pulls your body against his, he brushing your hair from face.

“Listen to me.” He kisses your lips. “Take a deep breath. That’s it.” You comply feeling him lower himself on to you. “Now release. Good girl. I’m gonna need you to relax or else this is gonna hurt.”

He presses into you and you instantly groan in discomfort.

“Ow. Fuck. You’re so big.”

“Baby it’s just the tip.”

You groan again feeling Atsumu press his lips against yours. His tongue slides into your mouth, a much needed distraction from the pain. Osamu presses deeper into you and Atsumu runs his fingers along your clit.

“Mmm you’re such a good girl, baby.” Your boyfriend says as he begins slowly thrusting inside you. “Mm you’re so tight.” He moans. “Thank you Baby. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Your breath is caught in your throat as you feel the pressure build inside. He lightly pulls your hair, trying to ease your mind.

He lowers down to your ear, his husky voice asking questions.

“Do you want Atsumu to join?” He pants and you look directly at Atsumu, confirming they planned this.

“A-Atsumu?”

“Yes baby.”

“Inside me... too?”

“Yes baby.”

“Uh huh. At the same time.”

“I-I don’t know... that’s... that’s a lot and... I’m so tight. I-“ you stop as Osamu pulls out.

“Princess, we’ll go real slow. And if you don’t like this, we’ll never have to do it again.” He kisses your cheek letting you collapse. You’re spent. Emotionally. Physically. You just don’t know if you can take on the twins anymore.

“We’ll never have to do it again.” He repeats, kissing you, begging. You don’t want to let him down.

You nod in response, Atsumu pulling you on top of him. He slides himself into you, thrusting a few times, kissing your lips. He presses your body against him, giving his brother clearance.

“Ok Princess. You ready?” He coats you with extra lube and Atsumu begins to thrust slowly. You nod but that’s not enough.

“Baby, I need your consent.”

“Yes Osamu... just be slow... be very very slow.”

You embrace the pressure from Atsumu and bare down for Osamu.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cry out from the pressure and Osamu stops. “Keep going. Fuck it hurts.”

He nods and continues to slowly thrust into you. Your breath is caught in your throat and you completely lean on Atsumu for support.

“God, you’re amazing Y/n.” Osamu brushes your hair back. “Thank you, Baby.”

The pressure overwhelms you as your moans are unbearable. You’re sore, beginning to grow raw. The ache in your core, you don’t feel like you can cum again from being so stretched to the max. Both the twins continue thrusting gradually building speed, Atsumu kissing your lips as you clutch down on him and Osamu kissing your back. You feel yourself reach your high, pulling Atsumu’s hair and arching your back.

“Princess, you did so well.” You feel Osamu release himself inside you and pulling out while brother complies not wanting to make the same mistake twice.

You roll on to your side and collapse against the mattress.

You’re sore. Your body aches, your legs weak, you’re exhausted.

“Are you ok?” Your boyfriend comes to you side pulling a cover over your body. You simply nod, spent from the pent up frustration of the twins.

“I’ll be right back.” Osamu leaves you with Atsumu who runs his fingers along your back until Osamu returns minutes later.

“Ok, the shower is running, I have leftover take out in the microwave and this loser is leaving.” He points to his brother then to the door. “I’ll be in there in a minute, Princess, take your time.”

He walks you to the bathroom, leaving kisses on your forehead.

Along the whispers of your halls, you hear the words “never again” and “it was too much for her.” From one twin to the other. A door shut shortly after and the shower door opens.

“Hey Beautiful.” Soft hands run along your arms as he pulls you close into his chest. “Are you ok?” He kisses your wet hair and hums along your ear. You simply nod, to spent to reply. He grabs the strawberry shampoo working it through your scalp.

“I’m sorry we put you through that.” He whispers against the hot water. “I love you so much and I think you’re incredible.” He washes the suds from your hair. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Cuddles.” You whisper barely audible.

“Done. What else?” You shrug and feel him turn you to face him. “Anything you want.”

“My prize.” You lean against his chest and he clears his throat. “Atsumu left his credit card, I’m taking you shopping tomorrow.”

“I can have whatever I want?”

“Baby you deserve whatever you want.”

#Atsumu smut #Atsumu x Osamu x you smut #Osamu smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu drabbles #Atsumu Miya smut #Miya Atsumu smut #Miya Osamu smut #Osamu Miya smut

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mooshys · 3 years

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the silver lining of bad first dates

summary: a date gone wrong. a walk in the rain. a simple conversation in a ramen shop. mundane slice of life and mutual pining with kuroo.

word count: 2.1k

author’s note and warnings: curse words galore. set in time-skip. pure word vomit. kuroo’s one of those characters that I’m so scared to even consider writing for because I feel as though I’ll never truly be able to “get” his character. whatever though, I tried.

This date fucking sucked.

Point-blank. No sugarcoating because the dude sitting on the opposite side of the dinner table was more interested in the JASDAQ than your name. Seriously, he couldn’t even be bothered to listen to you talk about your alma mater before he swooped in and started blanketing his insecurities with his recent Bitcoin investment.

Talk about lame.

Wine and hors d’oeuvres be damned, you were making an escape before he started mansplaining the economy. Even wagyu couldn’t save this candlelit disaster.

Making no attempt to be discreet, you whipped your phone out of your bag and typed up a quick text:

Mind picking me up? Shitty date.

Ping!

Seriously? Again? What’d this guy do this time?

Ping!

Send the address

Ping!

I swear, this is the last time I’m picking you up

You smiled at the screen, thumbs moving fast.

That’s what you said last week

A bubble with three dots appeared, disappeared, and reappeared.

Ping!

Five minutes.

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

Like every cliché bad first date, the weather made sure to mimic the mood. The rainfall was nothing less than dreadful, a downpour that left the streets empty as most people kept indoors to avoid getting soaked.

“You’re so lucky that I didn’t have to work overtime tonight,” Kuroo began, standing close to you in an attempt to shield you both from the shower with his janky umbrella. “Otherwise, you’d be walking in the rain or sitting there having your dinner ruined from hearing that guy talk about his gains in the market.”

You laughed at the truth of his words. There really was no one else who knew you like Kuroo.

“And you know I would’ve walked in the rain out of the two options. I can’t believe someone so dick-ish exists that I’d bail out on a free meal,” you said, raising your voice over the heavy pelting.

Without any warning, a trio of college kids rushed past you two, not paying attention to the other pedestrians walking the sidewalks as their only priority in mind was making it back home before catching a cold. They had their backpacks held up to cover their heads, but it wasn’t much help as their clothes were completely soaked.

“See that?” Kuroo jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “You would’ve been running like those kids all the way back to your apartment if I didn’t show up.”

You lightly elbowed him and rolled your eyes. Rain fell on your shoulder from the sudden movement, but Kuroo repositioned the umbrella to prevent you from getting wet. “As if,” you murmured, hugging your body in an attempt to keep warm. “Thanks for picking me up. Again.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re oh so welcome,” he waved off your words and then cackled when you narrowed your eyes at him. Sometimes he really knew how to push your buttons. “Anyway, are you trying to date a bunch of crappy guys on purpose? Because I feel like that’s what you’re trying to do.”

“It’s not like I ask to go through a bunch of crappy first dates!” you said, letting out a huff of hot air. The past month had been riddled with unsuccessful first dates. Statistically speaking, you were an outlier; the average person probably went through a handful of bad first dates in a single year: you went through that number in a mere month. Multiple standard deviations past, you were way out of the norm. “Maybe I’m just a magnet for awful guys who only have a thing for themselves.”

Kuroo scoffed. “Or maybe you just like to make my life a little bit harder.”

You smiled at his words.

“Maybe.”

Besides the realization that you were like a honeytrap to flies when it came to bad first dates, another constant came from the start of it all: Kuroo. You weren’t expecting much from the first SOS call; really, just someone to walk you back home when it was late and the taxi fares were jacked up. But you would never forget the first time he waited for you outside that overhyped bar with a bag of take-out, his tie loosened and hair messy because he had just left the office and rushed to the nearest place that sold yakisoba for a decent price.

Maybe you did make his life a little bit harder. It was selfish, but whenever you had a bad date, you actually started to anticipate your escape because that meant Kuroo would be there for you.

He was your silver lining for the past month.

Red brick walls came into view once you two rounded the corner into a more secluded alley, revealing a familiar site that made you hungry. A neon sign which turned brighter due to the haze of the rain drew you in like a moth to a flame. It flickered, but still kept its light. Another constant.

Underneath the awning of the restaurant, Kuroo retracted his umbrella and shook the excess water off of it. He shoved it in the small bin filled with umbrellas belonging to the other patrons and dragged the soles of his shoes on the mat before pulling the door open.

“Let’s just get some ramen,” he said, ushering you inside. You took the first steps and situated yourself at a lone table. He followed and a waitress quickly took your orders, soon rushing back to the kitchen to help with the line of tickets pinned to the wall.

“Ramen on a rainy day,” you said, giving a low whistle. “You know your stuff.”

“Duh, ramen tastes best when you’re freezing,” he replied, pulling on his necktie to loosen it. He grabbed two pairs of chopsticks along with a pair of spoons, placing a set in front of you. “And it tastes pretty good after bad dates too.”

“You’re talking to the queen of bad first dates.”

“Oh, I’ve had my fair share too, Your Highness.”

As if on cue, two bowls of ramen were brought over from the kitchen along with an extra soft boiled egg as soon as he finished his sentence. The soup had small ringlets floating at the top from the fat of the broth along with bright green scallions acting as a garnish to offer a vibrant and appetizing color. Wasting no time, you both gave thanks and started to dig in.

“You know,” he started, breaking his chopsticks apart and dipping them into the broth. He pulled up a nice amount of noodles, the steam rising up higher than before. “I really think you should quit dating guys who suck.”

Following Kuroo, you did the same and blew at your noodles. “You say it like it’s easy.”

“It is. It’s so easy.” He ate a mouthful and swallowed before speaking again. “You have your top tier guys, your average guys, and then your totally shitty guys. I mean absolute trash—these are the guys you’re dating. Avoid them and all your problems will be solved.”

“Ugh, I feel like we go through this conversation after every single mishap of a date.”

Translation: Kuroo, you sound like my nagging mother.

“Because you never learn.”

Translation: I will nag at you all I want.

You sighed. “Love’s a lot more complicated than you make it.”

“Whatever. Just find a guy who isn’t an asswipe, and then we can talk.”

As you two continued to eat, the kitchen staff remained lively. The sounds of ceramic bowls clattering together along with the static hum of an old radio buzzing some city pop tune your mom would have listened to in her youth acted as background noise while chatting.

“So... what kind of guy do you think you are?” you asked, curious to hear his answer. Kuroo was in the middle of slurping his noodles and held a hand up to signal you to give him a second.

“Me?” He pointed at himself and you nodded. Who else would you be asking? “I’m your average guy.”

You frowned. “No way.”

“What, you think I’m an absolute trash kind of guy? Harsh.”

“No, I think you’re definitely top tier. Average guys don’t go out of their way to do stuff like this.”

Kuroo raised a brow at you and set his chopsticks down. His bowl was half finished, but he was more interested in what you had to say. “Stuff like what?”

“You know,” you motioned the space between you two, “doing this awful-first-date-rescue-at-the-drop-of-a-hat kind of stuff. No questions asked. Average guys don’t do that. Average guys just pay for your meal and maybe give you their jacket when it’s kind of cold. And sometimes they call you some gross pet name like...” You shivered at the thought. “Kitten or something.”

He looked slightly taken aback. “You don’t like being called kitten?”

“No, something about it sounds gross.”

“That’s just because you haven’t found the right guy to say it to you when—“

Not wanting to hear the rest of what he had to say, you quickly crumpled up a napkin into a ball and tossed it at him. He threw his head back, putting on an act as if you actually did any damage to him.

“Stop. Please. Enough. Don’t even finish what you’re going to say.” You went back to devouring your bowl, the noodles more soft than before. Still tasted great as you shoveled in mouthfuls. “I don’t wanf tew heur et!”

Sporting a disgusted look, Kuroo grabbed a few napkins from the dispenser and slid them to your side of the table. “Jeez, you eat like that whenever you’re on a date? Maybe I saved that guy from you.”

“Well, you’re the one stuck with all of this now,” you motioned a hand to your entirety and wiggled an eyebrow. “Consider yourself lucky.”

He held his chin in the palm of his hand and stared at you from across the table, eyes still holding a glint of amusement under the low lighting of the restaurant. His bowl was nearly finished, yet he focused his attention on you, allowing a small smile to grace his lips as he pondered your words.

You eyed him, his gaze feeling a bit different from before. “What are you doing?”

“Considering,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“...It shouldn’t take you that long to,” you mumbled and ate another mouthful of noodles. He kept at it and soon started to crack up. When you narrowed your eyes at him, he shook his head and pushed another pile of napkins your way.

“There’s a scallion at the corner of your lips,” he tapped a hand on his bottom lip and cackled when you rushed to grab a napkin and wipe it away. Heat rose to your face and you sucked on your teeth.

“You know what? Forget about me calling you a top tier guy. It never happened.”

He placed a hand over his heart, wounded by your words. “It was kitten, wasn’t it?”

Unable to contain yourself, you laughed into your hand, shoulders shaking. You had to set your chopsticks down as you fanned your face, trying to get rid of the tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. “If I ever heard that from another guy, I would walk out. The second the word came out of his mouth, I would pack up my things, leave, and never look back.”

“But you’re not right now.”

“I’m not.”

“Because I’m a top tier guy. Admit it.”

Because it’s you.

You shook your head and waved the white flag. “Right, that’s exactly it.”

Kuroo crossed his arms in front of his chest, satisfied with your answer. Like he won something from this conversation. He liked the way your lips tugged into a smile, not too tight, but enough to showcase the apples of your cheeks; he liked these nights when he could unwind after a long day of work and laugh about stupid pet names; he loved how easy it all was.

Consideration done and over with, he went back to finish his bowl, the steam from the broth no longer visible to the naked eye.

“Eat up or it’ll get cold,” he said and sipped on the broth. It was still warm, much to his surprise. “I’ll walk you back home when we’re done.”

You took small bites, prolonging the meal in any way possible: listening to him talk about his lazy cubicle partner, ordering another side of gyoza, folding a napkin to tell him his fortune through grade school methods. Both your bowls were empty, pushed to the side with a sliver of broth left as the focus was neither the food nor the JASDAQ jerk from hours before, but rather mundane conversation that went in circles until the shop emptied out.

A hundred dates could go wrong only for Kuroo to show up and make things right.

Maybe it was time for him to become more than a silver lining.

#I had this in my drafts for 4 months and really could not bring myself to post it #like I absolutely despised it and would reread and edit it over and over again #and I kept this only because of the dialogue line with the top tier guys #Yeah Idk dude it's fine now but begone out of my drafts #kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #Ok I also feel like a reason why I *didn't* post this is cuz it's like... rlly different from what I usually post???#like this was so out of my comfort zone and I honestly feel a bit embarrassed sometimes when I write about ~love~ bc it's like. Ew Gross LOL #constant fear of it being too cheesy and unrealistic lmao

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nakamoto-aesthetics · 3 years

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test drive

{ synopsis : you and nct were bored so you decided to go around the table and disclose a lot of sexual information (it gets more and more sexual as you read on ;) }

{ genre : headcanon/sexual }

{ warning : this is solely my interpretation of nct 127 and not confirmed information }

{ word count : 1.7k }

“I guess I’ll start then,” taeyong inhales a deep breath. “…im a switch” taeyong says dramatically and puts his head down as if it was a big secret. you all looked at him with a straight face, not saying anything until he looks up again. “what?” taeyongs eyes dance around the table.

“tell me something I don’t know” you snark.

“what do you mean?” he visibly furrows his eyebrows.

“she means, we all know that you love to be tied up and whipped,” jaehyun says blankly. “who's next?” he further says cutting taeyong off completely.

“im next, let’s just go around the table,” johnny says looking at the others. “i’m a dom obviously”

“tell us why. oh, and everyone has to explain why just so they know. except for taeyong, the lyrics you write say enough” you look at him and everyone laughs. taeyong makes a face in return and you smile before looking back at johnny.

“because i’m not getting tied up and shit, the girl is. i’ll allow her to feel up on me but that’s it.” johnny shrugs and looks at haechan since he’s next.

“i’m a dom but will allow a girl to have her fun. i’ll let her do whatever she wants just because she loves it. it won’t happen too often tho because i’ll be taking control most of the time.” haechan says, nodding and looking at jungwoo.

“um… switch. I like to be in control but I also like a woman who could dom me hard. like the whips, handcuffs, blindfolds, all of that is hot. they don’t even have to be used on me it’s just the image of a woman who is like that, is so sexy. especially when they wear lingerie” jungwoo bites his lip softly, seemingly getting lost in his thoughts.

“so your like taeyong? got it. next.” you point to taeil.

“I guess… switch because I want the girl to have fun, as long as she’s enjoying it then I am too” taeil shrugs simply.

“dom… do I have to explain myself?” yuta shifts his eyes around the table.

“yes”

“because I like to do the tying up and fucking, not the other way around. but if I really love the girl then i’ll let her have her fun until I take control again” yuta explains and then leans back in his chair.

“dom but I wouldn’t mind a woman taking control” doyoung says.

“so… switch?” johnny says.

“no, dom” doyoung looks at johnny.

“no- you know what never mind. just go jaehyun” johnny makes the ‘whatever’ hand gesture.

“dom all the way because im the top, simple. my girl will be moaning my name and that’s, that” jaehyun shrugs and the group moves their eyes to mark, who looked he was deep in thought. his head was pointing down at the table, it took for a tap on the shoulder to pull him out of his thoughts.

“is it my turn?” mark asks with wide, confused eyes.

“yes mark” yuta replies. a/n: I can hear his voice lmao

“my bad, um… dom; my girl is not performing all that extra shit on me, and quite frankly I don’t think I will either. I would probably only use handcuffs and that’s it… what’s that called?” marks eyes look around the table for an answer.

“soft dom?” you furrow your eyebrows.

“yes, that’s it” he points to you. “i’m a soft dom”

“cute, next,” you say the first part sarcastically. “my turn” you smile devilishly at the boys, looking at their faces individually. some of them looked confused, blank, or amused.

“i’m a… switch” your nose scrunches up as you smile. “it really depends on the person, like if they give me sub vibes then I automatically wanna dom them but if they give me dom vibes then i’ll want to submit to them” you smirk. “I could make every single one of your dreams come true”

“oh really?” johnny cocks his eyebrow and you nod with a small smile. “alright then go around this table and say what vibe each of us give you; oh and you have to say what you want to do with us” you widen your eyes and almost choke on your spit when you hear that. the boys are amused at this and clap their hands.

“I don’t think that’s necessary” you wave your hand.

“sure it is y/n” doyoung smirks. a bunch of yeah’s come for the guys, agreeing with doyoung.

“I don’t think your ready” you shake your head, looking at all of them. they protest at this statement, making you sigh and then finally agree to it.

“taeyong” you smile staring at him. you see him visibly gulp as his eyes are staring back into yours, that’s when your demeanor completely changes. “you give me switch vibes and I want to dom you. I want to tie your hands behind your back, blindfold, and whip you. I’d want to hear your pretty noises too” you smirk the whole time you release the words. he awkwardly laughs in return, not knowing what to say to that. the other guys were a mix of amused and dumbfounded but you didn’t pay any mind to it purposefully.

“johnny” you look at him and smile innocently. he stares at you with eyes that were slowly seducing you. “dom vibes. I want you to cut off my airways with your hands and then make me cum so many times that I end up passing out” you bite your lip teasingly, trying to get under his skin a bit and it works. he’s looking back at you with dark eyes, most likely imagining the scenario.

“haechan” you bite your lip and look him up and down. “dom vibes but doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you from behind” you wink at him, making him widen his eyes the farthest they’ll go. “although, I do want your lips all over my body” you click your tongue and look at the guy next to him.

“jungwoo” you say lovingly and put your head in your palm. “switch vibes. your appearance changes a lot, from cute to hot in the blink of an eye. anyways, I want to dom you and give you your ultimate fantasy. I want your eyes to be focused on me and me only baby boy” you look at him with dark eyes and he returns that same look to you. “and I want those lips on my body too” your teeth tug on your bottom lip slightly before shifting your eyes over.

“taeil” you smile sweetly at him, scrunching your nose cutely. “you strike me more as the I don’t care vibes. like you don’t care if your top or bottom, you just want to be with your lover. but honestly, I would wanna make love to you more than anything and that’s the truth” you shrug and he grins.

“yuta” your eyes automatically get darker. “hard dom for sure. I want you to rail me until I can’t walk anymore, and I want to make out with you” he cocks his eyebrow at you which you find so hot but you decide to keep your cool.

“doyoung” your eyes soften at his bunny face. “switch vibes. I want to ride you and make you moan my name” you lick your lips. the small, yet effective sentence was enough to make him so flustered he had to cover his face. you knew just from that, that you’d done your job successfully and decide to move along.

“jaehyun” you look him up and down with an amused face. “dom vibes, so much that it makes me wanna suck your dick so bad. your confidence can come off as cocky sometimes but it’s hot all at the same time. I wanna make you feel so good” you bite your lip. he’s playing with his bottom lip and looking back at you with attentive eyes. you end with a wink and look to mark, to say the least, he looks terrified.

“mark” you smile with a pout playing on your lips. “calm down, you’re a soft dom obviously and I only wanna have vanilla sex, you know regular, standard sex.” you shrug.

“isn’t that boring though?” taeyong says.

“with mark, nothing is ever boring” you smile softly at mark and he gives you a light smile back. “alright i’m done” you sigh. “you guys hungry because I am” you go to stand up but johnny wraps his hand around your wrist from across the table, gripping it firmly.

“ah, ah, ah, you're not going anywhere princess, sit down and don’t make me tell you again” you swore he was eye-fucking you right now. his eyes were focused on you heavily, moving their way up and down your body.

“yes, daddy” you grin and sit down. johnny bites his lip harshly and takes his hand off your wrist. you felt a sadness at the loss of contact but then felt a hand on your thigh. you look up to find out who the owner was and you weren't too surprised to find that it was taeyong. he looking at you, looking you up and down before looking away. what was it about the outfit we're wearing that attracted all of them? all you were wearing was a tank top and some leggings, that’s literally it what was so special?

you look down at yourself immediately identifying the problem. your shirt had been too low for an undisclosed amount of time. you were on the verge of flashing them all without noticing it but you think you were more upset that they didn’t let you know.

“really guys? you couldn’t help out a friend” you shake your head and adjust your bra and pull up your shirt.

“but then we wouldn’t have gotten to see all that we just saw” johnny replies instantly.

“is that true?” you look around the table and they nod in compliance. “you all are perverts” you breathily laugh.

“you shouldn’t be talking” jaehyun fires back.

“but- you’re right” you shrug and it gets quiet. “so… what do you guys want to do now?” the guys all look at each other, smirking and nodding, some whispering to the other. you didn’t know what they were talking about but whatever it was, there was no way it was good. they all then stop talking and look at you.

“we want to test drive you”

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

GENRE: Non Idol Au, song request, ANGST, breakup, cheating

PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

WARNINGS: No happy ending, toxic relationship, no part two - I will no write that she goes back to him because I don’t want to, it’s not something I would want since it’s toxic….So please don’t ask me to as I’m not comfortable with it x To the anon I hope this is alright, but honestly I couldn’t live with myself if I romanticized a relationship like the one in the song. Hope you understand

A/N: Please know your self worth and never stay with someone who would treat you like this, once a cheat always a cheat (been there done that) please never stay with someone who makes you feel small when you’re not. You’re all beautiful and lovely, and no matter what you will find love. Even if it doesn’t feel like it, you will

I don’t ever ask you where you’ve been. And I don’t feel the need to know who you’re with. I can’t even think straight, but I can tell. You were just with her…And I’ll still be a fool, I’m a fool for you…

The door to the shared apartment you owned with Jungkook opened and you glanced over at him from the coffee table and he didn't even glance in your direction as he made his way towards the staircase. There was no need for you to ask where he'd been, or who he'd even been with since you didn't want to think about it. Thinking about it meant admitting to yourself he was cheating on you, again.

"Is he working late again?" You best friend, Jimin, questioned as you turned back to look at him. Jimin had come over to your place so you could help him plan a surprise party for his boss. Jimin wasn't an idiot, you'd gone to him a lot the first time Jungkook cheated on you and he wasted no time in telling you to leave Jungkook behind. That it wasn't worth all of the stress you were putting yourself through, but no one seemed to understand how much you loved Jungkook. How you felt about him could never be replaced by anyone else so you just went on like this, hoping that one-day Jungkook would change and see sense.

"Yeah." You lied looking at the folder that was on the table, you weren't going to admit to Jimin that you knew Jungkook was cheating again...It would only start a fight that didn't need to be started. So you tried to focus on the huge lever arch folder in front of you that was dedicated to his boss, a huge surprise party in the main office of the building to help make his birthday special this year since everyone had forgotten it the year before.

"So I was thinking you could..." Jimin continued to talk but you just began to drown him out as you thought about where Jungkook could have been tonight. Who he would have been with instead of with you. You could never think straight whenever you got too into your head about things like this. Your mind kept wandering back to what Jungkook was doing when he was away from you, it was all that took over your head lately. Wandering who he was with if he was at work or had just decided to take the day off and spend it with someone else. You couldn't remember the last time you and Jungkook had spent any time together like that, just the two of you without fighting. Just hanging out together, cuddling...kissing...Come to think of it you couldn't remember the last time that Jungkook touched you.

"Y/n? Does that sound good?" Hearing your name made you snap from the small daydream you were having so you turned your attention back to Jimin who was showing you pictures of cakes. All with a similar style to them but he was explaining how he wanted it to be three-tier with different designs on each tier.

"Sorry, I'm distracted, you want something like these on each tier?" As you questioned Jimin, giving him your full attention Jungkook came into the living room again, carrying clothes with him for the wash meaning there was something on them he didn't want you to see. Probably more lipstick marks or it smelt like someone else's perfume, he'd even brought home a pair of women's underwear before. Which made you question if he was doing it on purpose, trying to get you to see it so you would break things off. You'd come close to it once but you never could do it.

"Yeah, are you sure you can do this? I can find someone else-" You shook your head, promising him faithfully that you could do it as you escorted him out of the apartment. You could feel the anger bubbling up inside of Jungkook the second you touched Jimin but you also knew Jungkook had no place to stand on this. He would get mad whenever you hung around your friends but the second you got angry about him being around different girls it would cause a huge fight.

"Another late shift?" You questioned carefully as you walked into the kitchen to see him watching you already, his eyes trained on you as you walked into the kitchen, clothes clutched in his hand as he stopped himself from what he was doing to keep an eye on you. For someone who was already cheating on you, he was sure paranoid of you cheating on him.

"Who was that?" You rolled your eyes, Jungkook had met Jimin a bunch of times before but still neglected to even acknowledge him as being one of your best friends. Of course, you weren't allowed to "have" guy friends because that meant you were sleeping with them...Which couldn't have been further from the truth. Jimin was more like a brother to you than anything else but Jungkook couldn't see past the fact that he was another boy.

"Jimin, I'm making his boss a birthday cake. Another late shift?" You repeated as you pointed at the clothes in his hand, you could already see the bright red lipstick stain on the collar but you pretended not to. It was easier to play the fool than to admit what was really going on behind your back. It was foolish of you to stay with him knowing everything he was doing but you were hopelessly in love with him.

"Yeah, Taehyung has us all pulling in over time..." That was it, that was the extent of the conversation you were going to have with one another as he made his way out of the room. Jungkook didn't even glance back as you let out a choked sob, he just headed up to the bedroom to get some sleep. You gripped onto the kitchen counter as you sobbed, falling down onto your knees as you thought about everything going on around you. How you let Jungkook be the one to treat you like this when you had every chance to walk out of the door. Leave him behind but it felt as no one could love you.

I don’t ever tell you how I really feel. Cause I can’t find the words to Say What I mean….I know I’m not you’re only but at least I’m one, I heard a little love…is better than none

A week passed and Jimin was around the apartment again to see what process you were making on the cakes. You'd been non-stop practising each design and flavour he'd asked for and he wanted to come and see it.

"I thought he had the week off?" He whispered to you as Jungkook came down the stairs dressed in his suit and tie for work.

"H-He must have been called in for overtime," You bit back a sob as you watched Jungkook leave without a goodbye, not even a wave was sent in your direction. All you heard was the front door slam shut behind him and that was when it hit Jimin what was happening.

"He's cheating on you again...Isn't he?" You could hear the venom drip from Jimin as he angrily began to express his feelings about Jungkook.

"I swear, he's a no-good pig who only thinks with his dick why are you even still with him-" He stopped himself from yelling and raving when he turned around to see you. Your hands were covering your face as you sobbed into them silently. Something you mastered a lot over the last week, learning to cry silently so you wouldn't have to talk to Jungkook. Explaining how you felt to him when you couldn't find the words to say what you meant.

"Darling, come here." He whispered pulling you into a tight hug where you continued to sob into his chest, sniffling harder as you both sank to the floor.

"Shh, it's okay. Let it out," He whispered repeatedly as he stroked his hand over your hand, promising you that he was going to get you out of this situation but that was the one thing you didn't want.

"I-I love him Jimin...No one is ever going to love me...A-At least with him I have a little love," You whimpered to him but Jimin cupped your face, staring into your eyes as you whimpered to him.

"No, Y/n you can't let yourself believe that...There's someone out there that's going to make you feel like the sun is something they built for you...Someone who is going to make you cry with happiness...Not this." You sniffled as he continued telling you things like this, trying to cheer you up but none of it was working.

"It's so hard-"

"Nothing's ever easy Y/n..." That was what everyone said but whenever you even thought about leaving Jungkook your heart would fall apart and it felt as though your world was falling apart.

"Doesn't it bother you? That you aren't the only one he's with?" The question you asked yourself every day.

"I know I'm not his only one, but at least I'm one...Just a little a bit of his heart is all I want Jimin." You whimpered looking up into his eyes when the front door opened again.

"What the fuck?!" The words cut through the air and you felt as though your world was about to come crashing down on you as you looked at Jungkook. He was red in the face and getting angrier the longer you sat there cradled in Jimin's arms so you jumped away from him, scrambling to stand up as you tried to get between Jungkook and Jimin.

"What is your fucking problem? You're allowed to sleep with anything with a pulse but the second Y/n tries to seek comfort from someone who isn't a complete and utter cunt-" You pushed Jungkook away from Jimin as he attempted to lung himself at him,

"Jimin...G-Go, I'll sort this...Please." Jimin could tell by the voice crack that you needed him to be gone for this.

"Fucking dirty scumbag," Jimin mumbled as he walked out of the house leaving you and Jungkook alone in the dead silent house. Once the front door shut Jungkook changed, he went to walk away again but you weren't going to stand for it anymore.

"No. Why? What's your fucking problem with me having a friend over?" Jungkook slowly turned around to look at you and looked behind you at the cake, then to your face as if he was trying to come up with some reason.

"You could be sleeping with him," That was only met by a cold laugh on your part as you couldn't believe what he was saying,

"Like it's any different to you sleeping with...Who is it this week?" He scoffed back at you folding his arms over his chest as he met your gaze but it was as if he was challenging you to say something about it. This time you weren't going to back down from it, you'd finally reached that breaking point.

"I wouldn't sleep with Jimin...I'm faithful, unlike someone in this house." You went to push past him to leave but his hand gripped onto your wrist and held you tightly in his hands.

"Where do you think you're going?" You looked into his eyes, all of the good memories came flooding into your brain. All of the good dates that you and Jungkook had, had before all of the cheating, before his lying and the sneaking around. The longer you stared the more of the bad memories began seeping into it, ruining the perfect image of him that you had in your head.

"I'm leaving you," You whispered, but it sounded as though you were saying it to yourself. Trying to convince your own mind and body that, that is what you were doing that you were finally going to leave him after everything he'd put you through throughout your relationship.

"I'm leaving you," You repeated with more confidence as you took your wrist away from his grasp looking him up and down before turning towards the staircase.

"You can't! You're not allowed to leave me!" He yelled out, rushing towards you as you began sprinting up the staircase but you beat him to the bedroom. Locking the door before he could make his way inside and start to sweet talk you out of this. You had to continue on this, you had to leave.

When you came out of the bedroom Jungkook was sitting on the wall opposite the door watching you, his face was stained with tears as he realised you were going to leave him. He'd been nothing but pleading with you through the door not to leave him that he would change but you heard the same speech from him before.

"Y.n please," He murmured as you pulled your bag over your shoulder and began descending down the staircase grabbing your car keys, he was close behind you. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as you struggled to get the house key from the keys,

"I'm leaving Jungkook. I can't do this anymore...I-It's toxic." You were crying silently as you finally got the key off and shoved it into his chest. He was sobbing once again, tears gushing down his cheeks as you finally took charged and decided that you were worth more than he was going to give you.

"You don't have to do this...I can change myself...I won't see them anymore-" Your worst reality hit you that it wasn't just one other girl, that it was a collection of them but you stood your ground as you opened the front door to the apartment.

"I can change, I won't-I won't see them anymore, you mean so much to me." You shook your head at his words, throwing your bag into the car as he followed you outside, the neighbours next door were looking out of their window to see what was happening but you weren't going to let that bother you. Before, whenever you would catch them looking at you, you would beg Jungkook to stop the fight you were having. You didn't want to risk people seeing him as the bad guy but that was exactly what he was...He wasn't the good guy anymore. Or ever.

"I'm done. You won't change Jungkook. You can't change, once a cheat...Always a cheat. You tried. I'm done." You whispered opening the car door and sitting down, you shut the door but Jungkook began banging on the window so you rolled it down. Looking into his eyes as it took everything inside of you to keep your composure,

"Stay."

"N-No...All I ever wanted was a little bit of your heart Jungkook...J-Just a little bit of it but-" You started up the engine,

"I deserve more than that, I deserve a lot more than just a little." You whispered, putting the car into reverse as you backed out of the driveway, leaving Jungkook there as he watched after you wordless.

As you pulled into Jimin's driveway he rushed out after you, you'd called him from the road to explain everything that had happened after he left.

"Y/n-" You got out of the car and raced into his arms, breaking down into tears as he held you tightly. Shouting to his girlfriend to make some tea for you all,

"Come on," He whispered encouragingly as he walked you through towards his house, whispering how proud he was of you for taking charge of everything and leaving him behind. It was going to take everything inside of you not to go running back to him but you knew it was for the best. It was the only thing you had to keep reminding yourself. That this was for the best. You didn't need Jungkook in your life to be happy or feel loved.

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fictionalabyss · 3 years

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Hottest lawyer in the state.

Pairings : Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Richard Gregory (oc) x his wife, Omega!Lacy Johnson (oc)

Word count : 2,053

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : Scent Marking

Warning : Possessive Sam, possessive Reader, a touch of the smut, scent marking (obvi), a little dirty talk.

Beta’d by : @iflostreturntosteverogers

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Sam practically glared at the man across from him. He couldn’t stand the guy, honestly, but it was dinner with your boss, and appearances had to be kept. He especially hated how this asshole looked at you, even with his wife right next to him and Sam right there glaring daggers at him. He’d put you in his shirt for this dinner, covering you in his scent to get his damn point across that you were taken, and now he found himself with his arm over the back of your chair, fingers dancing along your shoulder and across his mark. This piece of shit wasn’t taking the fucking hint.

Sam clenched his jaw when your boss pulled his beady little eyes away from you and looked at him. The hand giving his thigh a squeeze pulled his attention, and he looked down to see you smile softly at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just a rough case.” he gave you a soft smile back. “Got lost in my head thinking about it for a minute, that’s all.” he promised, leaning in and giving you a gentle kiss.

“Need a distraction?” you whispered against his lips and his smile widened.

“Wouldn’t say no to one.” he whispered back. Your hand reached further, palm moving over his cock laying against his thigh, and Sam licked his lips to keep himself from groaning. You smiled at him as he throbbed under your hand and you gripped him.

“I think we better head home after this drink.” you looked back across the table.

“Already? We haven’t had desert yet.” your boss tried to convince you to stay, his wife’s starting to chime in about how amazing the deserts here were.

“It’s getting late, and you want me bright and early tomorrow for that meeting, right?”

“Right, of course.” he cleared his throat, glancing over to Sam with a smile. “I forgot about that meeting. This is why I keep you around.” he teased. “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t for you. Best damn secretary I ever had.” His wife cleared her throat, and he chuckled, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles. “Aside from you, dear. You were so good I married you.”

Your hand gripped Sam again, and he was quick to pick up his glass and down the contents, making you chuckle. You picked up your own glass, sipping it as Sam stood, and pulled out his wallet.

“Oh no, please, it’s on me.” Your boss held out his hand, stopping Sam. “I invited you guys out.”

Sam gave him a nod, not wanting to argue and put his wallet away. “Next one will be on us, then.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Gregory.”

“Richard, dear.”

“Good night, Dick.” Sam said before you could even open your mouth, his hand on your lower back and guiding you away.

“Good night, dear.” Your boss’s wife called out, you turned and gave her a smile and a wave.

You were tucking your blouse into your skirt when you felt Sam naked and behind you, hands gripping your hips hard as he pressed himself hard against your back. “Sam!” you giggled. “I need to get to work.”

“Not yet.” he mumbled into your skin as he nuzzled into your neck. “You're not leaving this house, not yet.”

You tried to protest, but found yourself pushed forward, bent over the bed, and Sam started to slide your panties down your thighs. You tried to straighten up, but Sam just pushed you back over. “I don’t have time, Sam, come on! You can’t keep doing this.” you chuckled.

Your panties were pooled at your feet, and Sam’s hands were on skin again, pushing your pencil skirt up and over your ass. “I’m going to fuck you.” he told you, hand gliding down over the globe of your ass until his fingers teased at your lips. “But I’m not going to knot you, not now.” he pushed two fingers in making you gasp. “Instead, I’m going to come all over your pussy, then gently put your panties back in place.”

“Sam-”

“You’re not going to clean up, you’re not going to change at any point today. You’re going to be a good little omega, and go into work smelling like your Alpha. Understood?”

“Understood, Alpha.” you looked back at him over your shoulder. “Hurry up, or I’ll be late.”

Sam smiled, fisting his cock as he lined up, then pushed home.

True to his word, rather than knot you, he pulled back, coating your pussy lips in shot after shot of come and rubbing it into your clit with the head of his cock before pulling back, reaching down for your panties and pulling them back up into place. With a firm slap on your ass, he ushered you out as he started to get ready for his own day of work. You shot him an amused glare as you pulled your skirt back down and hurried out of the bedroom.

Things were quiet at work mid afternoon. You were sitting at your desk, scrolling through social media, when you saw a post on Instagram for Sam’s firm. You smiled at the photo for a charity event that was coming up in two weeks. Sam was always pushing offering a helping hand to the local communities, be it with fund raising or offering to take on cases pro-bono. He once helped build a new house for a local family after theirs had burned down on Christmas. Dean had even come down to help. It was why Sam had hired someone to run social media accounts for the firm. He wanted people to easily be able to reach out if they need help or wanted to help those in need.

You liked the photo and clicked to go on the account profile. Curious, you clicked over to the tagged page and smiled seeing a picture of Sam with a grateful client, smiling at the camera. The caption thanking Sam for everything that he does to help people around him. It had been uploaded just before lunch, so you clicked like on it.

Another picture gave you pause, though. It was an attractive young woman, a sheer button up shirt that had several buttons open showing off ample cleavage, the camera tilted down to show it off, and a puffed out smile to make her lips look fuller. You were confused as to why the firm would be tagged in this one, so you clicked on it.

“When your boss is the hottest lawyer in the state, you gotta look good ;)”

You clenched your jaw. This was his new secretary? Hell no.

Getting up from your chair, you went around your desk and headed for your bosses office and knocked gently. “Come in.”

You pushed the door open and stepped inside. “You don’t need me anymore today, do you?” He looked up, giving you a once over. “I confirmed all your meetings for tomorrow afternoon already, and everything has been filed. Laura is also in her office today so if there is anything that comes up-”

You boss gave you a nod. “No, if you have somewhere to be, you can go.”

“Thank you, Mr. Gregory. I’ll see you tomorrow.” he gave you another nod, and you hurried back to your desk to grab your things.

You stormed your way through Sam’s firm, heels clicking harshly against the floor had people turning your way and whispering. You ignored all of them as you headed right for his office. His door was shut, but the blinds were open and what you saw had you seeing red.

Sam was focused on some papers, but the woman in there with him was focused on him. She leaned over his desk next to him, back arched pushing out her tits and ass. As she spoke, she leaned over, pointing out something that probably didn’t need pointing out, just to get her breasts closer to his face. Sam didn’t seem to notice. But that didn’t matter to you.

You shoved open his door. “Sam.” His head shot up, and so did hers. “Outside, now.”

“Excuse me,” she cut in, not even straightening up, “But Mr. Winchester is busy, and-”

“Now, Sam.” you snapped, ignoring the minor smirk that formed on Sam’s face as he stood and moved around his desk without a word.

“Sam-”

“It’s Mr. Winchester to you.” you snapped at her, then grabbed Sam’s tie as soon as he was in reach, yanking him out of the office and shutting the door. You put your back to the wall and pulled him to you, pinning yourself between it and him. “That’s the new secretary? I don’t like her.”

Sam laughed. “Why not?” Pulling out your phone, you showed him the picture, and he frowned at it and the caption. “She tagged the firm in this? Jesus Christ..”

“You know how you make sure I smell like you before you let me leave for work?”

Sam’s eyes left your phone and met yours. “Yeah?”

“Well, now.. You’re going to smell like me.”

“Oh really.” Sam’s smile was back, full of interest.

“Mhm.” you hummed. You shifted your legs apart just enough, bunching your skirt up a little, then reached up under it and past your panties. Tugging his tie, you pulled him into a deep kiss and gasped into his mouth as you pushed two fingers into yourself, collecting your slick. You broke the kiss and removed your slick coated fingers, and before Sam even opened his eyes from the kiss, you were smearing your slick across his lips. Lust burned in his eyes when they met yours again, and his lips parted taking your fingers in and sucking them clean. “You’re mine, Sam.”

Taking your fingers from his lips, Sam growled deep in his chest and pushed harder against you, taking your lips in a searing kiss as he ground himself against you.

“Fire her.”

“I need a secretary.”

“Fire her and I’ll quit my job.” you bit his bottom lip. “I’ll be your secretary.”

Sam groaned. “Fuck. I'll never get any work done.”

“Then you better keep her in line, Sam. You’re my Alpha.”

“I’m yours. And you’re mine.” he smiled. “I think I need another taste though.” he teased. “You know, to be sure she smells you on me.” Sam moved your panties aside and you gasped then whimpered when he pushed two of his own fingers inside you, pumping them a few times before pulling out and licking them clean. “Delicious.”

“Can you leave early?” you asked hopefully.

“No. I need to finish this I’m afraid.” you pouted at that. “But how about you head home and get ready for me.” he smirked. “As soon as I’m in that fucking door, I’m devouring that delicious cunt.”

You pulled him in for one more kiss before letting him pull away. You fixed your skirt, Sam adjusted his throbbing erection, and then you both opened the door to his office. She was still standing next to his desk, waiting.

Without a word, Sam made his way back to his seat to get back to work. He sent you a smile, one that you returned before you turned your attention to her. “I suggest you start dressing and behaving more appropriately, Ms. Johnson, or you’re fired.”

“It’s Lacy.” she straightened, standing her ground. “And you don’t have the right to-”

“She does, Ms. Johnson.” Sam piped up.

“She doesn’t even work here!” she whined.

Sam looked up at you, and his eyes held so much adoration and love for you. “Doesn’t matter. She’s my Omega.”

You saw realization dawn on her. She’d fucked up. “I’ve marked my territory. Cross that line again, Ms. Johnson, and you won’t like what happens. I could get away with murder. I’ve got the ‘hottest lawyer in the state’.” You gave her a triumphant smirk as she paled. “I’ll see you at home, Alpha. You’re going to scrub the stench of her perfume off, and then you’re going to devour me as promised, and knot me.”

“I’ll be home as soon as I can.” he promised. “Love you, ‘mega.”

“Love you too, Sammy.” With that, you turned and walked out, smiling to yourself as you headed for the elevator, excited for Sam to get home.

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eddsworld-headies · 3 years

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i was wondering if u could do a tord/tom with a female reader that dresses really baggy-VERY TOMBOYISH but is decked out with all types of rings and chains. doesn’t dress girly but still barely wears makeup and likes to have pretty nails at the same time.

Oh wow what a coincidence my-- OC IS JUST LIKE THAT HAHA WELL SINCE YOU ASKED MIGHT AS WELL RIGHT??

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Tom huffed loudly, not noticing that Tord had helped himself to sitting at the kitchen table to watch him press his forehead to the window, looking outside. He simply stayed silent, watching the brit get frustrated while opening and closing cabinets.

"Lose something?"

Tom groaned, slamming the cupboard door and turning round and facing the Norwegian with a sneer. "Screw off. I don't need you chewing my ear off." He replied grumpily, moving towards the living room and giving a quick glance around. " What, did you lose something in the bottom of your flask? Other than your self-worth?"

"EDD!" Tom shouted, making Tord roll his eyes as he stood up, following Tom as he moved up the stairs. "Jesus, don't be such a tattletail. I'll stop bothering you." "This isn't about you, Commie."

The two stopped in Edd's doorway, Tom holding onto the edge of the door trim as he leaned in. The leader of the group was jamming to some tunes at his drafting table, tablet pen in hand and hoodie wrapped around his waist.

His room was messy, seeing as he wasn't the only one occupying the room now that their newest addition moved in from America and needed a place to stay.

"Hey," Tom said loudly, moving in and lightly slapping Edd's shoulder, the tallest of the group shifting his eyes over before lifting his left earbud out. " Where's your sister?" The black eyed man asked." Huh?" "Your sister, dude, where is she?" " I dunno. She's your girlfriend, keep better track." "It's not like I have a tracker on her or something." "Then maybe you should invest in one." Edd retorted, settling his earbud back in his ear.

"Thanks for the help." The dirty blonde scoffed, pushing the second ginger of the house to the side and moving past him. "Oh!" Edd said, pulling out his earbud once more. "If you figure it out, let me know!" "Whatever!"

"You seem ever worried today," Tord started, continuing to follow the other-- much to his annoyance. " What? You fuck something up again?" " Fuck off. I haven't seen her all day. I'm just worried, Dick." "It's not like she can't take care of herself." "I know that. But she's a fucking dumbass with an impulse disorder and a can of pepper spray. Plus 4 years of law enforcement and dumb fucking defense classes in a tiny 5 foot package. The girl thinks she's indestructible and that doesn't go well with her--" "Tendency to do dumb fucking shit?" "That's putting it lightly. I guess getting into trouble runs in the family."

Tom perked up when the front door opened, Matt walking in with his hands behind his back as a much shorter figure following behind.

"Fuck, there you are-- What's with your hair?" Tom asked, moving toward his girlfriend, who's impossibly short cut hair almost replicated her brother's. " It's windy. And of course someone had to put the top down." She said, green eyes narrowing at the freckled ginger who was smiling brightly. "Oh, but look how good my hair is!" Matt whined, trying to get a bit of sympathy from his best friend's sister.

It was times like this that Tom realized, without her snake bites and brow piercing, their were only a few differences to Edd and his sister. Besides the accents, they could be twins if her eyes were a different color. And you know... If she wasn't a fucking twig.

Tom can remember how hilarious he thought the two were where they were younger. Sure, they weren't as big as they were now, but seeing this skinny short stack next to a guy like Edd and claiming them to be siblings was hilarious. But they looked a like, identical traits in each but separate none the less.

He had to admit, seeing his girlfriend without her hair pushed back was a little odd. She rarely wore it in a cowlick like her brother.

"Okay. Where did you two go off too?" He asked, noticing that the only girl in the house hand her hands shoved into the pockets of her blue zip up hoodie. The red long sleeve down to her wrists while the blue sleeves of her jacket were up to her elbows, and her tan pants and sneakers were slightly muddy. Practically all the cuffs of her pants were dirty, since she usually liked to go through puddles and mud rather than walk around a foot or two.

"We went to the mall!" Matt exclaimed, suddenly thrusting his hands into Tom's face. The shorter flinched, grabbing Matt's wrists and pushing them away to get a look at his hands. His nails were long, at least an inch and a half, and bright purple with butterflies and hearts. They were rectangles at the top and wrapped pretty nicely in a white french tip. "Aren't my nails gorgeous?"

"Yeah, their great," Tom said, letting his wrists go. " And why did you need to get your nails done?" "They were so dull before! I can't be this perfect and have dull nails! Plus, we got a 5% coupon!" Matt explained. Tom looked over to his girlfriend. " And how much did this cost?"

" 63 pounds each." She answered, her boyfriend raising a pierced brow. "Each?"

"Ah! Well yes, of course! I simply couldn't have a spa day all to myself," The ginger said as Tord took a seat on the couch, messing with his phone. "Sooo, I invited Bridget to come along!" He said, grabbing her hands out of her own pockets and revealing her nails. Long and sharp, deep blue with little piercings on them and a little blue marbling.

She smiled guiltily as Tom's eyes widened. "I mean- I couldn't not." She defended. "Bride- Baby, You're an All-star, really-" "Ah yes, just what every girl wants to hear." She teased lightly, fully knowing neither were at the "I love you stage" yest so finding a compromise was hard. "Yeah yeah- But... You're the clumsiest person I know. And you chew nail polish off your nails. In what world is this a good idea?"

Bridget blew air as her ran her hands through her hair, the front lightly sticking up in her normal do but half deflated without hair gel. " There is none- But! Listen to this!" She said excitedly, moving towards the wall and clicking her nails repeatedly on it with a wide smile, the noise loud and slightly satisfying. " Eh? Right? Isn't that great?" She asked. Tord sat up, laughing lightly. "You game for a living and the first thing you do is get acrylics-?" Bridget shushed him, moving over and running her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp as his face scrunched up.

"Don't think about the future, think about the now." "OH gOd that's horrible!" Tord groaned, cringing but laughing at the odd feeling. "Fuck it feels like your scratching my brains!" Tom rolled his pitch black eyes. " You're gonna hate those in two hours." He insisted, watching her creep closer. "Okay. I'm hearing you," She said. " But in my defense...."

Bridget moved forward, wiggling her fingers in her boyfriends face. "These are fucking sick." She whispered, her nails lightly scratching at his stubble and making his laugh and pull back from the ticklish feeling. " Fuck that's absolute shit." He chuckled, face scrunching as Edd jumped down the stairs.

"Hey! I knew I heard you-" His eyes widened as they landed on his sister, the siblings locked in a staring contest as she slowly moved her hand away, this time towards her brother.

"What the hell are those?" "Edddyyyy," "Don't you dare." "EEEEEddddddyyyy," "Bridget, I swear to god if you touch me with those things-" " I think you need a back scratch, Eddy bo' Beddy." "Get away from me you fucking dwarf!"

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Tom groaned as he scratched his stomach, lazily flipping out the band of his sweatpants so he didn't have to tie them as he went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge door, goosebumps forming over his chest as he reached in to grab the milk. He kicked the door close with his foot and turned to fill his glass, jumping out of his skin at the figure in the arch way to the living room and hall.

"Jesus-! Damn it, Bridget! The hell are you doing?" He asked, hand over his chest as she stared at him, eyes slightly bloodshot and wide as she stood in the arch way, his blue hoodie down to her thighs and the peaks of dinosaur boxers underneath. Her hair was spiked up now, only slightly ruffled. " Did you just finish your stream?"

"Seventy-eight," She said shakily. " Seventy-eight fffffucking run-throughs, because my fucking nails! Keep getting caught!" She whispered- but it was more of a stage whisper with her theatrics as she held her hands out awkwardly. " I want them off, Thomas." Tom stared at her for a moment, eyes wide as she looked at him with a death glare.

"..Uhhhhh," He dragged. ".... There's a Buzzsaw in the attic?"

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haha I really just wrote a short with my Oc in it cause I have that kinda power so suck it

( But if ya'll really want an x reader one I can write another one. It'll litterally be the same though I have a bunch more asks to get through)

#eddsworld #ew edd #ew tom #ew matt #ew tord #ew oc #OC #Headcanon #senario #x reader if you squint #not really #i got super excited case This request was LITTERALY her #so sorry #but i kinda make the rules here

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foramomentonly · 3 years

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Saved-A Meet Ugly

Author’s Note: Behold, the promised meet ugly inspired by @aewriting ! Blatantly stealing titles from early aughts teen films of my youth at this point.

Summary: Alex discovers a) his new roommate is a Christian Fundamentalist who hates him, b) he’s love with said roommate, and c) he’s super wrong.

CW: negative perspective on organized Christianity/Fundamentalism

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Alex meets his dormmate briefly in the hall as he and his parents are heading out to lunch. Michael Guerin is friendly, his barely-contained, nervous energy evident in the restless way he passes his hands through his close-cropped curls. His parents are formal, bordering on sour, and they glare at Alex’s eyeliner and polished fingernails with disdain. They don’t invite him to eat with them. Then again, Alex thinks as they part and he wanders towards the room he’ll share with Michael, his own father didn’t even bother to drop him off at school. Glass houses, or some shit like that.

Michael has claimed the left side of the room, his bed neatly made up with simple, blue sheets and his desk stuffed with thick textbooks, some already clearly marked with wear. A battered, clunky-looking laptop charges on his nightstand. Some secret tension in Alex slowly uncoils with the knowledge that he isn’t sharing living space with some rich prick; when he eschewed the Manes family military tradition for higher education, Alex left home with little more than his scholarships and a military duffle stuffed with clothes and stolen linens to his name. Knowing his days of watching douchebags like Kyle Valenti flaunt expensive tokens of their parents’ unconditional love are over is a small comfort.

That is, until Alex notices the crucifix resting on Michael's plaid pillowcase. It’s innocuous enough; Liz Ortecho's small home has plenty, family heirlooms hung as reverently as Texas gas station finds, and Alex counts her among his true family. But the facts fall into place like thundering dominos—Michael’s parents' disgust at Alex's makeup, the family's conservative clothes, Michael's closely-chopped hair and, after a bit of snooping, the two well-worn Bibles Alex finds, one in Michael's nightstand and the other on his small bookshelf. Fundamentalists, most likely. Alex swears loud and defiant into the empty room. He thought he'd left bigots and homophobes in his dust, but like a plague of fucking locusts, they followed him, and here he is about to share a sink with one of them.

But Alex also knows better than most that kids aren’t always carbon copies of their parents’ stupidity; he’d flip his shit if someone assumed they knew literally anything about his beliefs based on his asshole father. So when Michael returns to the room Alex is in stealth mode, spread out across his bed and feigning disinterest by flipping through his welcome packet, tracking Michael’s movements out of the corner of his eye. Michael blows a loud puff of air out through his lips and looks like he’s about to flop onto his bed. When he sees the crucifix, he freezes; Alex is about to celebrate a victory against religious indoctrination when Michael lifts the small cross reverently off his pillow and, after an appraising scan of his space, hangs it low on the wall above his nightstand, dragging his school-issued lamp in front of it. He jerks his chin down in a small nod of satisfaction before his eyes dart quickly over to Alex; he almost catches Alex in a glower. Instead, Alex is quietly seething over an intramural sports schedule, his face blank, eyes burning holes in the middle of the page. He figures he’s in the clear when he hears Michael’s bedsprings creak with the sudden weight of his body. Alex glances up and Michael is crossing his arms lazily behind his head. He lets out a loud, satisfied sigh and shoots Alex a disarmingly sincere grin.

“Free at last, huh?” he drawls, and Alex arches a cold brow.

“Sure.”

Alex has every intention of icing Michael out of his daily existence, but as months go by—months where Michael lets his curls grow wild, rambles on and on about the science of irrigation, offers Alex his extensive biology notes for midterms, and laughs loud and deep at all of Alex’s snarky asides—Alex finds himself smiling easily at Michael in return, willingly passing lazy lunch hours and weekend afternoons with him. It comes down to this: for all Michael hasn’t done—the crucifix is an ever-present shadow above his nightstand and weekly video check-ins with his parents are never missed—he just doesn’t fit the mold. He smokes weed on the abandoned picnic tables behind the dorm at night, signs every social justice-oriented pledge and petition shoved at him on a cheap, plastic clipboard on their way to class, and he never wakes up before noon on Sundays. He isn’t fire and brimstone, hate and hellfire. He’s marshmellow fluff; laid back and open, sweet and eager to please, all messy curls and broad shoulders and goofy smiles with too much teeth and—oh, fuck. Alex is in love with him.

Alex is in love with Michael and Michael probably thinks Alex deserves to burn in hell and it’s Kyle all over again. Alex was never in love with Kyle Valenti, but he loved him the way a neglected, angry little boy would love the popular, gregarious kid who was his only source of sunlight. Graciously. Blindly. Kyle was Alex’s best friend, and when middle school puberty made evident that Kyle was a stud and Alex was, well. Alex felt the betrayal of Kyle’s sudden targeted cruelty like a punch to the gut, long before Kyle or his new friends ever laid hands on him. And now, Alex realizes, Michael is his best friend and his heart’s deepest desire and, he’s finally ready to admit, who he jerks off to on lazy mornings after Michael’s barely made it out the door for his 8 a.m. class with a shirt on. Alex is well and truly fucked. “Damned” is too on the nose.

Then one day Alex is dragging his miserably-in-love ass back from class and he totally misses the tie that slipped from the doorknob onto the ugly carpet in front of their door and he opens it on Michael and some random guy going at it on Michael’s bed, sheets bunched at the foot of the mattress, shirts tossed inside out on the floor, and Michael’s hand deep down the guy’s jeans as he pants and whines into Michael’s mouth.

“Shit!” Alex cries, waffling between shutting the door behind him to shield them from the prying eyes of hallway passers-by or in front of him to shut himself out of his own room. “I-I’m so sorry.”

Michael looks flustered, but it’s not the bone-deep terror of being outed; Alex is intimately familiar with that darkest timeline of queer identity. His boyfriend—hook up?—just looks annoyed. His dark eyes glare at Alex and he snaps, “Do you mind, man?” with a sharp nod towards the door. Alex squares his jaw and opens his mouth to retort when Michael says softly, seriously, “Don’t talk to him like that,” shaking his head at his bedmate. The guy huffs in disbelief, rolling off the bed to pull on his shirt, still inside out, and fasten his jeans, brushing his fingers through messy, deep brown hair.

“You’re seriously kicking me out right now?” he murmurs low, and when Michael doesn't answer, he spits, “You are such a dick.”

Michael winces and bites his lip, normally bright eyes dim and gaze cast down towards his own hands. The sight of Michael cowed, flushed and hurt and getting told off by the same Hot Topic reject who was getting off with him not five minutes ago trips Alex's long-dormant kill switch. He steps into the guy's space, pulling back his shoulders so his shirt stretches tight over the muscles of his arms and chest, and draws up to his full height.

"You have thirty seconds to get the fuck out of our room," Alex says, voice low and eerily calm, even to his own ears. The guy glowers at Alex, but the corner of his mouth twitches and he blinks first, intimidation evident in his narrowed eyes. He brushes past Alex and slams the door behind him.

"Are you okay?" Alex asks, moving closer to Michael on instinct and setting a comforting hand on his bare shoulder. Michael gazes up at him with wide, honey eyes, opens his soft, pink mouth, and blurts, "I love you."

Alex blinks, gapes, and what comes out of his mouth is an incredulous, “But I’m gay!”

Michael snorts, cups Alex’s forearm gently and runs his palm up and down his skin, the soft hair on his arms.

“Yeah, I know. That’s kinda why I’m hoping I have a shot.” He pauses, hesitation creeping across his face, and he takes his hand off of Alex abruptly, as though he hadn’t quite realized he��d put it there in the first place. “If you’re not interested, I totally—”

“No, no, I am,” Alex says, and the wattage of Michael’s answering grin could power the university’s electric grid for the rest of the semester. “But I thought you were, like, Team Westboro or whatever.”

Michael’s face falls, his whole body withers, and he hugs his arms around his naked waist. The impact of Alex's words on Michael horrify him, and he drops onto the bed next to Michael, takes Michael's hand in his and strokes his thumb across it’s back, feels the knots of Michael’s knuckles as he grips Alex's hand in return.

“Why the hell would you think that?” Michael asks, staring at their palms pressed together in his lap.

Alex shrugs, answers, "I mean, I didn't. I don't. Not about, like, you." Michael turns his head, brow wrinkled in confusion. "It's just. The cross? The Bibles? Your parents, I—"

"They're not my parents, "Michael interrupts, voice flat. "They raised me, but. They never formally adopted me, and I'd have fucking run the other direction if I thought they were gonna."

Alex stays quiet, waits for Michael to continue, squeezes his hand gently to let Michael know he's listening.

"They're Fundamentalist assholes, for sure, but I never bought into that shit, especially once I—I realized I like more than just girls." Michael reaches out, pushes his lamp out of the way and glares at the crucifix. "I'd love to never see their fucking faces ever again, but winter break is coming up, and then summer vacation, and—" He hangs his head, nearly whispers, "I need to have a place to go. I can't afford an apartment on my own yet. So I play nice. Put that on my wall and make sure it's in the background for video calls. There’s, like, zero support for kids who age out of the system alone. I fucking hate it, but I need them."

Michael leans his head close to Alex's, catches his gaze and holds it with deep, whiskey-colored eyes Alex all but falls into.

"I'm not ashamed of what I like or who I love," he says, "and I'm so fucking in love with you, Alex. I just thought maybe you weren't into me."

Alex licks his lips, and a flush of arousal darkens his cheeks as Michael tracks the movements of his tongue with hungry concentration.

"I'm extremely into you," he says, his throat very suddenly bone dry, his voice husky. Michael's gaze hasn't moved from his lips, but he has flipped Alex's hand in his lap, starts running slow, feather-light brushes of his fingertips across Alex's palm and up his arm, fingers snaking under the short sleeve of Alex's shirt.

"I really wanna kiss you," Michael breathes, "but I’m also aware you just walked in on me hooking up with, like, Alex Manes-lite, so I—"

Alex closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to Michael's and cupping his neck, fingers finding their way into Michael's curls like he's been fantasizing about for so long. They're silky, clingy, and Michael tastes like lingering mouthwash and he smells like rain and Alex presses himself into Michael's lap, desperate to feel Michael's arms around his waist, the hard press of his chest against Alex's.

"I really want to do more than kiss you," Alex pants when they reluctantly part for air, when Michael’s fingers slip beneath his shirt and his nails scrape down Alex’s spine, and Alex feels the touch much lower on the geography of his skin.

Michael laughs, loud and free, and his strong hands on Alex's hips guide his legs apart until Alex is straddling his lap, those same hands pushing Alex's shirt up his chest, over his head.

"Thank God," Michael laughs, and reaches for Alex's belt.

#roswell nm #malex #malex fic #alex manes #michael guerin #college au #meet ugly #cw: negative perspective on Christianity/Fundamentalism

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 3 years

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Top 5 Most Hated Characters

As y’all can see, this week’s T5F is a request sent in by anon. I picked it because I guess at the time I thought it would be fun to explore some of TWDG’s least popular, and most hated, characters while also taking into account characters that I can’t stand.

These are characters that the vast majority of us don’t like or downright despise for many different reasons. None of us are going out of our ways to defend most of these bastards, and anyone who is I get the impression they’re doing so for the sake of being Different™... though while looking around for info about these characters and what people were saying about them, I did find myself in some odd places.... come across, eh... odd fanart.

But I guess this is the part where I say this is all in good fun and if you happen to be a legit stan of any of these people, that’s cool. Maybe you can answer some of my questions as to why??

5. Nate

Okay, when I said that I found myself in odd places, it turns out that Nate actually has a bit of a fanbase. It’s not big or anything, from what I can tell, but big enough for me to question why because I was under the impression that we all agreed that this dude sucks.

Seriously, I would’ve put him higher on this list if I hadn’t discovered this handful of people making fanart for him and claiming him as a comfort character. While I find that an odd choice, you do whatever makes you feel comforted, y’know? Just would like to understand why.

As for the rest of us, he’s terrible. Every time I go back to 400 days, he’s someone I never look forward to seeing. I’ve even tried not getting in the truck with him while playing Russell’s story, but in true Telltale fashion, you’re forced to drive along with this creep.

Red flags start going off when Russell’s sharing his story about his previous group, something you can tell left some trauma with him, and Nate is just weirdly fixated on the girl Russell liked. Like yeah okay dude, I get it, it’s the apocalypse and you haven’t had any action for a while but oh my god.

Then the whole walker thing that almost gets Russell chomped is annoying. Oh, and how could I forget about how it’s implied that he attacked the old couple before and was there to finish them off, which he does no matter what and it’s not great.

Hell, he even uses the line Russell gave him but it’s worse because crazy eyes. And if you don’t say anything, Nate murders them right there without a thought and then continues to be a real creep. Fuck this guy.

As the wise Eddie once said, “I don’t what that guy in my life, man!”

4. The Stranger

Hey, have I ever mentioned how much this dude sucks?

I don’t even have to tell you why he’s on this list. We all know the obvious reasons-- manipulated and kidnapped Clementine, which caused Lee to get bit by a walker and fucking die. No one here is white-knighting for this dipshit.

Sure, it sucks what the Stranger went through. He lost his family and that would be enough to drive anyone up the wall. I mean, just look at Kenny. But this dude, okay. Look. Listen. I can only feel so bad for you when you lost your son on a hunting trip that your wife told you not to go on, then when you went looking for him, you literally left the car unlocked and running for anyone to come across. Then you come back and gasp. So your wife leaves you for being a moron... then when you find her dead, you cut off her head and keep it like a damn bowling ball because...??

At least that’s what I get from it. The writers probably should’ve done a better job with explaining what the hell happened but y’know.

That’s not the only reason no one likes this guy. Oh no, you also add to the pile that the Stranger himself is dull. As a character, the dude is just.... boring. And I get that’s probably what they were going for with the whole “I’m just a guy, but you ruined my life and made me this way.”

However, when you set him up the way you did with the talks over the walkie and the stalking, I was expecting a bit more personality outta this loaf of soggy bread. But no... boring yet crazy. Interesting combo and I’m afraid it doesn’t work.

3. Larry

Larry?? On a list of most hated characters?? Nooo...

Yeah, surprise. Larry also sucks. Stop the presses.

Larry is a pain in the ass to deal with for two episodes, constantly belittling the people around him and treating his daughter like shit. Oh, and don’t forget how he behaves towards Lee even if you try to be as nice as possible. Nope, he doesn’t care, he still thinks Lee is garbage and will continue threatening to reveal Lee’s secret to the group. Who cares if that could fuck up the dynamic and endanger the group? Larry sure doesn’t.

Until the very end, this dude is just a splinter in the foot. By the time you get to the meat locker and he has a heart attack, you’re not gonna save him because you think he’ll be better if he survives. No, you’re attempting to save him for Lilly and Clementine’s sake, and if you don’t even care about that, you siding with Mr. Family Man to smash his head in.

Not only is he a soiled diaper, he also don’t have much personality outside of asshole. He has maybe two moments where he’s shown to be just a bit chill? I mean, Lilly tells us that he has a lot of pain and that’s why he’s like this.... but that doesn’t excuse his behavior.

Oh, and can’t forget that apparently he was obsessed with Lilly leaving the lights on so he let the power get cut, so Lilly couldn’t eat ice cream and had to let her hair air dry like a heathen. Unforgivable.

So yeah, fuck Larry.

2. Troy

Ugh, Troy. Fuck this guy.

No really, out of all TWDG characters, this dude and my #1 pick are my most hated. Can’t stand Troy and the only reason I didn’t do a tie for #1 is because for a split second, Troy does show a tiny bit of humanity when Carver is beating down Carver, but blink and you’ll miss it.

Which had me a little concerned to find a handful of posts about having crushes on Troy and drawing fanart but.... again, I guess you do you? And if you can, please explain why because I honestly don’t understand.

Just looking at the screenshot of him annoys him. He’s got one of those punchable faces, y’know?

Anyway, when playing as Clementine, I’m always worried that he’s gonna pop up outta no where and grab her by the neck like he does later in ep3, even though I’ve played s2 a bunch to know that he’s not going to.

But hell, he doesn’t need any excuse to smack anyone around, and there are a handful of times he can really hurt Clem depending on her choices.

Not great, dude.

Can’t say I’m too sorry that Jane shot your dick off.

1. Badger

Yeah, you guys remember Badger. Y’know.... the man who murdered Mariana then laughed about it, claiming that he enjoyed watching her head explode and would do it again and again if he could?

That’s what puts him at #1. He may not have the most screen time like Larry or Troy, but when he is around, he’s fucking awful.

He gets joy from killing Mariana, like it’s some sort of sick thrill for him to go around murdering children and other innocent people.

Remember Francine? Caught her and used her as bait to try and get Javi to come down, and even went as far as to have some fingers cut off. Like, he gets off on destroying people, entire communities.

Shit, he seems to even get off to his own beat down.

He’s fucking gross and outta everyone on this list, I haven’t found a single person being like “Yeah, he’s garbage but I like him kinda?” like no, you’re such garbage that even the Different™ crowd don’t want you.

Fuck Badger.

By the way, if you’ve never had Conrad kill him in your game, I suggest looking it up. It’s pretty good. Gives Conrad a little bit of closure after what happened to Francine, as well as give Javi some closure for Mari’s murder.

Not a single soul wept for you, Badger.

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Dishonorable Mentions

-Joan. She’s boring, forgettable, and no one is out here gushing over her because most of the time, we can’t even remember her name. -Danny from Vince’s story in 400 Days. Y’know, the dude going to prison because he was convicted of SA. I’ll never understand why people go with him over Justin. Justin sucks, too, but not the same level Danny does. -Lilly in S4. Ugh. That’s a whole other topic for another day. -Arvo, though I guess he has a bit of a following, too

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Well there ya go. Do you agree or disagree with any of my choices for this list? Or have anything to add? I’m always down to chat.

Have any suggestions for future T5F’s? Feel free to send ‘em in! :D

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Next week’s T5F Top 5 BROTPs

#twdg t5f #twdg clementine #twdg lee #twdg kenny #twdg lilly #twdg larry #twdg jane #twdg troy #twdg russell #twdg nate #twdg aj #twdg #twdg joan #twdg danny #twdg arvo #twdg conrad #twdg javi #twdg mariana #twdg badger

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bxcketbarnes · 4 years

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Make You Mine (High School AU)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin/Reader

Words: 6000+

Author's Note: It's finally finished! After quite a while. I hope you like this as much as I do. 🥺

The bell rings, and everyone in the classroom begins to gather their things, the sounds of chairs dragging across the floor hurts your ears a bit. You shove your books into your bag before standing up, making your way out into the hallway.

You glance around, seeing everyone meeting up with their friends, and you frown a bit. You wish you had friends that wanted to be seen with you in public. Shit went down when you first moved here that practically made you a loner and sometimes you wish you could just start over again.

"Hey, loser, get out of the way," the popular girl, Rosie, yells before shoving you into the lockers.

You wince as you slam into the metal lockers, your head bouncing off of it slightly. You swallow thickly, not saying anything as you continue your way towards the exit.

Ashton watches from afar, his lips parting in surprise as no one stepped in to help you… or defend you. His eyes follow you as you walk past him, keeping your head down as you cling your bag to your chest.

"Ash?" Jasmine calls out, and the brunette snaps his head towards his black-haired friend who rocked purple tips. "You coming?"

He nods his head, turning his head back towards you once more before following his friends.

You make it outside and take a deep breath in, always love the smell of fresh air. "God, I hate it here," you mumble to yourself and head towards the table you regularly sit at.

Ashton, Calum, Michael, Jasmine, and Luke walk outside with their lunches, and they all sit at one of the ten tables that's out there. "So… did no one see what Rosie did to Y/N?" Ashton brings up, Jaz's head snapping towards him.

"What?! What'd she do?" She asks immediately as her brown eyes glare towards the strawberry blonde.

"She roughly pushed her into the lockers, claiming she was in the way," he explains as his hazel eyes find your figure sitting at the farthest table.

Jaz scoffs and pushes some of her hair out of her face. "Of course she did. She's never liked her," she sighs, and Calum speaks up.

"Who cares? She keeps to herself. She kind of asked for being a target." The black-haired girl glares at her friend before punching his arm, really hard, and the brunette lets out a groan. "Fuck, Jaz! What the hell?!"

"Don't be a fucking dick! Who cares if she keeps to herself. That doesn't mean she should get bullied," she explains with an eye roll before getting up from the table.

Ashton's eyes widen a bit as Jaz starts to walk over to you. "Jaz, what are you doing?" He calls out and glances towards his other friends.

She looks over her shoulder with a smirk on her lips. "I'm gonna bring her over here, duh," she says before she becomes out of earshot.

You're finishing the math homework that's due tomorrow when a shadow blocks the sun. You lift your head to see Jasmine standing in front of you, hands clasped together.

"Hey," she smiles, and you return it, looking at her curiously.

"Hi…? What's going on?" You ask quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Jaz grabs your bag, and you quickly reach out to stop her. "Come on," she states and motions her head towards the crowd of students. "I want you to sit with my friends and me. I've got one that really wants to meet you."

Your face heats up in embarrassment and you start to shake your head. "Jaz… I-I appreciate the offer, but I'm fine right here," you tell her and the girl lets out a sigh.

"Please? Just for today?" She slightly begs and doesn't let go of your bag. Your stomach churns with nerves, your eyes dancing between her and the sea of students.

"You guys don't want to be seen with me," you try to tell her and Jaz shakes her head. You swallow thickly as she doesn't let up, and you sigh hesitantly. "F-Fine, but just for today."

She grins, letting go of your bag and you pack your things away before standing up. You grip the straps tightly, feeling your hands becoming sweaty as the two of you get closer to her table.

You can feel other students stares while you walk past each table, keeping your gaze on the ground, so you don't make eye contact with anyone. You run into Jaz, not realizing that she has stopped walking and you quietly apologize.

"Y/N, these are my friends," she starts and points to Calum first. "This is Calum. You might know him from the soccer team."

You shake your head, not having a clue that he was on the soccer team and Jaz moves onto the next person.

"This is Luke," she points to the blonde and he gives you a wave and a smile. "He's in the choir."

You return his gesture with a small smile and wave as your eyes move onto the boy with lilac-colored hair.

"This is Michael. He and I created the video game club and are currently still mad that I'm president," Jaz introduces with a giggle and Michael scoffs, moving some of his hair from his face.

"Of course, you're the president. You're a pretty girl in a club with a bunch of gamers," he replies in a sarcastic tone and Jaz gives him a look, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Mhm, sure," she starts and looks down at the man, "keep telling yourself that. It's really because I'm a better gamer than you."

You watch the interaction between the two, really feeling the chemistry that's radiating off of them. You smile softly before moving your attention to the last man. Your breath hitches in your throat as his hazel eyes are already looking at you, and a smile comes to his lips.

"And finally, we have, Ashton!" She grins before leaning into you, whispering into your ear, "he's the one that really wanted to meet you." Your cheeks heat up at her words, feeling yourself becoming more nervous.

Jaz motions for you to sit down while she sits across from Michael and you hesitantly take a seat, still feeling Ashton's eyes on you. You glance up through your lashes while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You go to lean your head on the palm of your hand when you wince, forgetting that a bruise is forming where your head slammed against the locker.

"How's your head?" Ash asks and you swallow thickly and shrug your shoulders.

"I-It's alright. I'm pretty sure I'll have a bruise, but I'm okay," you whisper while your gaze darts everywhere, avoiding making eye contact with him.

Ashton frowns as you don't seem affected by what happened. He runs a hand through his hair and glances towards his friends, seeing them all too deep in a conversation to know what's going on. "I… Is it okay to ask why Rosie does this to you?"

You fiddle with your fingers and let out a sigh. "Look, Ashton, I appreciate the concern or whatever, but I-," you start but get cut off by someone running into you.

"Oops," Rosie's voice calls out and you glance up, seeing her standing beside you with her little posse. "Making new friends I see?"

You shake your head, clearing your throat while scrambling to get up from the table. "N-No… I was just leaving," you stutter and begin to walk away when Rosie trips you, making your fall flat on your face.

Everyone around you starts to laugh as you can feel tears come to your eyes. You push yourself up and dust yourself off as Jaz stands up from the table.

"Hey, Rosie, how about you fuck off?" She growls, glaring at the popular girl and the strawberry blonde snickers.

"Nice to see you sticking with the loser still, Jaz. Be careful. She might steal your man," she states while her eyes glance towards Michael. The girl looks back towards you, giving you a disgusted look before walking away.

Jaz lets out a huff of breath, crossing her arms over her chest. "God, I fucking hate her," she states and Michael just looks confused as to what just happened. "C'mon, Y/N, sit back down."

You shake your head at her offer, seeing the pity look in her friends eyes as you begin to back away. "I told you, you guys wouldn't want to be seen with me," you mumble before walking away. You can hear Jaz calling out your name but you ignore it as you go and find the nearest bathroom to cry in.

Ever since the incident at the lunch table you've kept your distance from Jaz and her friends. You low-key wish you could be friends with them but you didn't want what happened to you, happen to them.

You fiddle with the hair tie on your wrist as the memories from when you first moved here floods into your mind.

You were kind of excited to attend a new school, hoping to finally make some friends who aren't fake bitches. You hike your bag over your shoulder as you exit your mother's SUV.

"I'll pick you up at 3, okay?" She says and you nod your head. You smile at her while waving as she drives away.

You take a deep breath and make your way towards the school doors, looking around to see everyone conversing. Some people glance your way, obviously wondering who you are since they've never seen you before.

A gasp leaves your lips as you bump into someone, your hands reaching forward to stop yourself. The tall man turns around and you take a step back, beginning to mumble an apology to him.

"It's alright. Guess I shouldn't stand in the middle of the hallway," the blue-eyed man states with a chuckle.

"Yeah," you mumble quietly and look around to try and find a way to the office. "Hey, do you know where the main office is?"

The man twirls the football in his hands around while tilting his head to the side. "Uh, yeah. You're new here?" You nod your head in response and a smirk comes to his lips. "Ah, I knew it! Never seen a pretty girl like you around these parts before."

You furrow your eyebrows at his comment before clearing your throat, beginning to get uncomfortable. "Uh, thanks? I think. Can you just-"

"Grant!" A voice calls out and the football guy's eyes look at someone behind you. "Who the fuck is this?"

You glance over your shoulder to see a girl your height walking up to you, her strawberry blonde hair swaying with each step.

"She's new. I was gonna show her where the principal's office is," he states and drapes an arm over your shoulder.

Your fingers grip the straps of your bag, trying to move away from him as the girl in front of you scoffs. "Oh, really?! Like she doesn't know where the main office is," she snaps and you open your mouth to defend yourself when she cuts you off. "It's just a ploy to take you from me! Every girl does it."

"I-" you start but once again gets cut off by her slapping you. A gasp leaves your lips and Grant removes his arm from you.

"Rosie! Fucking hell. You can't go around and slap every girl I talk to," he rolls his eyes and walks away from the two of you.

You swallow thickly, your cheek stinging as Rosie steps closer to you. "Stay the fuck away from him," she seethes and you nod your head rapidly. The blonde looks you up and down one more time and mutters pathetic to herself before walking away.

"What the fuck just happened?" You ask yourself while continuing down the hall. "Guess I'll fucking find the office myself."

It wasn't long after that interaction when Rosie found you and Grant near the locker rooms. He was trying for weeks to try and get into your pants, and you weren't budging. You tried to defend yourself to her, telling her that he was the one that was trying shit but she wouldn't listen.

She's the reason you have no friends. No one wants to be friends with a girl who'll steal their boyfriend's… even though he was the one trying to get with you. The only girl who would talk to you is Jasmine.

Jaz's really cool. Quirky, funny, sarcastic. You enjoyed her company, but at the same time you don't want people to stop being friends with her just because she's seen with you. So you try to stay away as much as possible.

You walk into the library and make your way towards the tables in the back. You hear whispers amongst people as you walk by their tables, keeping your head down. You sit at the table in the back corner and let out a sigh.

A part of you wants to leave again, but your mom likes her new job and you can't take that away from her. She doesn't even know what happens at school. That you're a loner. Have no friends whatsoever.

You bite the inside of your cheek, keeping the tears in before getting out your schoolwork. You start with your math homework, wanting to get that done as quickly as possible so you didn't have to worry about it this weekend.

You're a quarter into the homework when someone sits down in front of you. Your heart beats quickly in your chest as you slowly look up, seeing Ashton sitting across from you. He smiles softly at you before getting out his work.

"W-What are you doing?" You ask him, glancing around the library to see a few groups of people looking at the two of you.

He cinches his eyebrows together, motioning towards his homework. "Doing homework? What else do you do in a library?" Ashton asks and you blink in surprise.

"I-I mean… why are you sitting with me?" You question quietly while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Because you intrigue me, and I want to be friends," he answers and doesn't look up from his notebook. Your cheeks heat up at his words, covering one of your cheeks with your hand.

"O-Oh," you mutter quietly and your heart flutters in your chest. Your stomach drops as reality kicks in, knowing that Rosie will get to him if he's friends with you. "A-Ashton, I really appreciate you wanting to know me and all but…"

"I don't care what Rosie says," he mentions and you press your lips together. "I don't believe what she claims you to be."

You look at him with wide eyes as he smiles at you again, reaching out to rest his hand upon yours. Your breath hitches in your throat as your cheeks turn pink. "O-Okay," you whisper, a smile coming to your lips.

Ashton's cheeks also turn a bit pink and he pulls his hand away from yours. He goes back to doing his homework, your eyes never leaving him as you can't believe what just happened.

Ashton's eyes are staring in your direction as you sit under the big tree. A smile comes to his lips as he watches you. You're currently trying to keep all your papers from flying away in the wind, your hair hitting you in the face and you sigh in frustration.

He twirls a pen in his hand, his fingers tapping against the love letter he's currently writing. Jaz and the rest of his friends begin to sit down at the table, diverting Ashton's gaze towards them for a few seconds before looking back towards you.

"What are you staring at?" Michael asks while taking a bite of the pizza on his plate. The lilac-colored boy follows his gaze which lands on you. "You're staring at her again?"

Ashton snaps his head towards his friend, a blush on his cheeks. "What do you mean again?!" He asks and Michael gives him a look before glancing towards Jaz.

"What he means is that you stare at her a lot, which is okay! You like her, it's cute. But, it'd be more effective if you actually talked to her," she elaborates and Ash scoffs softly.

"I talk to her. We're friends," he states and Jaz raises an eyebrow. She taps her finger against the letter that sits on the picnic table.

"If you're just friends… what's this?" Jaz asks and Ashton blushes.

He picks up the paper as the rest of the boys glance at him. "It's nothing," Ashton mumbles and folds up the letter before stuffing it into his bag. "I've got a concert tomorrow night, so I'm gonna go practice."

The brunette picks up his stuff before heading back towards the school. You look up from your work at the same time Ash decides to glance at you and the two of your eyes meet. You blush a bit, smiling at him and he does the same. He gives you a small wave before walking into the school.

You still have a hard time believing that the two of you are labeled as friends. It's been about a month and a half since Ashton sat with you in the library.

"You think he'll have the balls to ask her out?" Michael asks Jaz and she glances towards the lilac-haired man.

"I wouldn't talk, Mike," Luke mentions and the gamer boy slaps the blonde's arm, giving him a look.

Jaz furrows her eyebrows together at the two boys before glancing back towards you. She frowns at the empty spot under the tree and she looks around to try and find you, but you're nowhere to be seen.

You're walking through the halls, heading towards your locker when a loud crash startles you. You jump, gripping your bag's straps while glancing down the hallway where the noise came from.

"Son of a bitch," a voice echoes off the walls afterward and you begin to make your way towards the room.

You peek around the doorway, seeing Ashton putting a drum set together. "Everything okay?" You ask in a whisper, wondering if you spoke loud enough for him to actually hear.

The brunette jumps and turns his head towards you, a look of relief on his face. "Fuck, Y/N, it's just you," he breathes and lets out a chuckle. "Yeah, everything's good. I guess people don't know how to put a drum set together."

You give him a small smile and walk into the room, taking a seat beside him. "You play the drums?" You ask him, your eyes meeting his.

Ashton's heart flutters as your eyes meet, a smile coming to his lips and he nods his head. "Y-Yeah, yeah. It's fun. A good stress reliever too," he tells you and you nod your head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"That's cool. Drums are cool," you mumble with a smile. You and Ashton sit in silence for a few moments before he grabs his bag.

You watch him as he opens it, rummaging through it before pulling out a folded piece of paper. "Here," Ash mentions with a blush on his cheeks. You blink at him a few times before grabbing the note. You furrow your eyebrows as you inspect it, twirling it in your fingers and begin to open it. "Wait, wait. Not here."

"Why?" You ask and Ashton scratches the back of his neck.

"I-I… just for the sake of my embarrassment," he awkwardly laughs and you let out a giggle of your own.

"Alright. I'll open it when I get home," you smile and Ashton nods his head. "I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing."

You stand up from the chair, gripping the note in your hand before placing it into your front pocket. "I'll see you later," the brunette grins and butterflies soar in your stomach. You give him a wave and leave the classroom, taking a deep breath when you're out of sight.

The final bell rings and you gather your stuff together before heading towards your locker. A few people bump into you on your way there and you quietly apologize to each person even though it's their fault.

You open your locker quickly, trading out books you'll need for the homework and stuff them into your bag. You grab the note Ashton gave you, fiddling with it in your hands when someone roughly bumps into you. A gasp leaves your lips and you fall into your locker a bit, holding your hand out to steady yourself.

"Oops," Rosie's sarcastic voice calls out and you huff, getting a bit annoyed by her antics. The note Ashton gave you falls from your hands and you quickly go to grab it when the strawberry blonde reaches it first. "Oh, what's this?!"

"Give it back," you demand and the girl raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, since when did you get a voice?" She asks and you reach for the folded piece of paper. Rosie moves her body away from yours, tsking. "Nuh-uh."

You try to stop her from opening it but her little goons stop you from getting close to her. "This isn't funny. Give it back to me," you state once more with narrow eyes.

Rosie opens the note and begins reading it to herself, a pity laugh coming from her lips. "O-Oh my fucking god this is gold!" Her blue eyes move to yours, a smirk on her lips. "Who knew Ashton had a thing for losers."

Your heart skips a beat at her words, your breath hitching in your throat. Ashton likes me? You think to yourself and your cheeks blush.

The popular girl notices your blush and lets out a devilish laugh. "Oh, don't tell me you like him too?" She teases and pouts her lips. "You really going to believe that he likes you? Please. Grant told him to do that."

"W-What?" You stutter, your heart dropping as she crumples up the note before tossing it at you. You swallow thickly as Rosie and her little group laughs, walking away from you.

You uncrumple the note, your eyes scanning over the words but not really taking it in. Tears come to your eyes as you fold it gently and place it into your bag.

"Y/N!" Jaz's voice calls out and you turn your head to see her and the rest of the group walking towards you.

Your chest clenches at the sight of Ash and you quickly look away before shutting your locker. You don't acknowledge them and you make your way towards the front of the school, needing to get away from everyone.

"Hey, hey, wait!" Jaz calls out once more and jogs up to you. She steps in front of you to stop you, but you just walk around her. "Y/N!?"

"Can you just stop?!" You ask, your chest heaving rapidly as you look her dead in the eye.

"What's going on?" Ashton asks while walking up to the two of you. You glance towards him, not being able to look at him for long before scoffing.

"You know… I thought you were different," you tell him and he looks down at you with a confused look on his face. "I really, really thought you'd be different."

You shake your head and start walking away again when it was Ashton's turn to stop you. "Wait, what do you mean? I… what did I do?" He asks you and you swallow the lump in your throat before pulling out his note.

"This stupid fucking note," you answer him and his hazel eyes glance towards the crumpled up paper, his heart pounding in his chest. "Rosie told me everything."

"This fuckin' bitch," Jaz mumbles and Michael rests a hand on her shoulder. "What'd she-"

"Jaz," Ashton cuts her off and glances towards the girl, giving her a look to let him handle this.

You anxiously tap your foot on the tile flooring as your eyes stay focused on Ashton. The brunette glances back towards you, his hands up slightly as he tries to think of the best way to handle this.

"What'd she tell you?"

You lick your lips, your fingers fiddling with the hair tie on your wrist. "She told me that Grant put you up to writing the note. That you don't actually like me," you tell him and bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep it together.

Ashton shakes his head and sighs. "That's not true. She's just saying that to get in your head, Y/N," he explains and you cross your arms over your chest. "Plus, I don't even talk to Grant. Like, at all. Not once."

"Plus, we saw him writing it during lunch before he left," Luke chimed in and your eyes dart towards the blonde.

"Did you read it?" Ash asks and you clear your throat and shake your head.

"Not thoroughly," you mumble and the brunette reaches for your hand. A blush covers your cheeks as his long fingers lace with yours.

Your eyes flutter shut as the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. Ashton squeezes your hand, the other one stroking your cheek. "I like you. I really, really like you. You intrigue me. You're funny, sweet, adorable, shy. Your personality is truly amazing. I… I want to be with you," he confesses and your breath hitches in your throat once more.

"R-Really?" You ask in a whisper and Ashton giggles softly, nodding his head in answer.

"Yeah, absolutely," he smiles and grabs a hold of your other hand. "If you want I-I could take you out for dinner tomorrow night?"

You take a step closer to him, removing your hands from his before wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'd like that," you whisper into his ear as Ashton holds you tightly. Awe's can be heard from behind you and the two of you chuckle softly before Jaz speaks up.

"Alright. Now that you're seeing each other I'm gonna fuck Rosie up," she states and marches towards the front doors. Michael curses softly and follows after her, not wanting her to get into any sort of trouble.

The rest of you follow suit, Ashton's hand intertwined with yours as you all made it outside. Rosie, Grant, and a few of their friends stand towards the other end of the school when Jaz yells to her.

"Ayo, bitch!"

The strawberry blonde glances in your direction and you can see her rolling her eyes. Jaz walks right up to her before clocking her in the face. Gasps leave some of the girls lips as Grant's eyes become wide.

"What the fuck!" Rosie screams and tries to attack Jaz. The black-haired girl swiftly moves out of the way before landing another hit on her.

"You think it's okay to just pick on everyone here, huh?! Does it fuel your fucking ego?! How's it feel to be belittled?!" Your friend screams while taking a chunk of Rosie's hair in her hands, pushing her back.

Michael runs up to the girl, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her back. "Jaz, stop," he mumbles as she writhes in his arms.

"No, lemme at her! She deserves it. He does too!" She snarls and manages to get out of Mikey's hold. The feisty girl throws a punch at Grant, hitting him directly in the eye and he groans, bending over slightly.

"You bitch," he growls and takes a step towards her when Michael steps in front.

The lilac-haired boy pushes the jock, his green eyes glaring at him. "Yo, were you about to hit a girl?!"

The rest of you step forward and you lay a hand on Jaz's shoulder, pleading with her to stop. "C'mon, let's just get out of here," Ashton states and urges Michael to step away.

"Please," you add on and the two of them let out huffs of breath.

"I don't want you coming near us ever again," Jaz threatens Rosie and she scoffs. Your friend takes a step towards her, causing her to flinch back. "You hear me?!"

She rolls her eyes and nods her head. "Fine, yes. Jesus, just get the fuck away from us," Rosie states and the six of you walk away from the group.

Yours and Ash's hand brushes against each other's as you all walk towards their vehicles. A blush covers your cheeks as Ashton's pinky links with yours before lacing the rest of your fingers. You glance up at him to see him already smiling down at you, a blush tinting his cheeks. "You need a ride home?" He asks quietly and you hike your bag higher on your shoulder with your free hand.

"That'd be nice," you tell him and he nods his head, his hazel eyes glancing towards your intertwined hands.

"You should still read the note when you get home," he informs you and you giggle, nodding your head while resting your head against his shoulder.

"So, how are things going with Ash?!" Jaz asks as the two of you walk down the hall.

You couldn't help but blush while hugging your books closer to your chest. "It's going good. We hung out for most of spring break," you tell her with a smile and she squeals a bit.

"That's awesome, Y/N. You two are fucking adorable," she grins and you thank her quietly. "Have you guys kissed yet?"

"N-No," you stutter, looking towards her with wide eyes. Jaz gives you a baffled look and blinks a couple of times. "What?! I mean… should we have? We've only been together for a few weeks."

The black-haired girl runs a hand through her hair and lets out a huff of breath. "Well, I just assumed that he's kissed you goodbye after a date or greeted you with a kiss," she mentions and you gulp a bit, shaking your head. "It's probably nothing. He most likely wants it to be special or both of you are just too nervous to make a move."

The two of you split up as you head towards your math class, thinking about what she just said. Does he wanna kiss me? Your eyebrows are furrowed together when you bump into someone. A gasp leaves your lips and you glance up, getting ready to apologize when you notice Ashton standing in front of you.

"Ash, hey," you chuckle softly as his hands rest on your arms. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"It's okay. You looked deep in thought, pretty girl. What's going on up here?" He asks and taps your forehead softly.

Your heart flutters at his touch. You stay silent for a minute, internally figuring out how to answer his question. Ashton glides his fingertips down your face, a smile gracing his pink lips. "Just… just something Jaz said," you say vaguely and the boy raises an eyebrow in question.

"That's it? That's all I'm gonna get?" He asks and you laugh, shrugging your shoulders. "Does she talk about Mike all the time?"

"Eh, I would say fifty percent of the time," you answer and Ashton hums, nodding his head.

"Cause Mike talks about her all the fucking time. Like, we're happy that they're finally together but chill," he laughs and you join in.

"Let them be," you playfully smack his chest and Ashton grabs your hand, pulling you into him.

Your eyes widen a bit and your breath hitches in your throat as his forehead rests against yours. "You're coming to my concert tonight, right?" He asks and you nod your head, your fingers grabbing a hold of his.

"Wouldn't miss it," you inform him with a smile.

Ashton pulls away a bit and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Good. I can't wait for you to see my skills," he wiggles his eyebrows and you roll your eyes playfully.

"You've been bragging about these skills a lot, Ash," you giggle and he shrugs his shoulders.

"Well, you'll finally get to see them tonight. Shit, I gotta get to class. I'll see you later, babe," he rushes and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth before running off.

You watch after him, still feeling his lips on your face. You smile softly and lift your hand up, your fingers grazing over the corner of your mouth. A blush covers your cheek as you realize he called you babe.

You squeeze the books in your hands, grinning ear to ear while letting out a deep breath before heading to your class. He's so amazing…

You fiddle with your fingers as you, Jaz, Mike, Cal, and Luke walk towards the school for Ashton's concert. You also decided that tonight's the night you're going to kiss him for the first time.

The hallway is crowded with people as they chat with their friends/child/etc. You look around, trying to find your curly brunette boyfriend. "Can you see him?" You ask Jaz, glancing towards the girl as she shakes her head. "You guys go ahead. I'm gonna check the band room."

They nod their heads and walk towards the auditorium while you make your way down to the band room. You take deep breaths as you get closer, hyping yourself up. The door opens up and Ashton walks through, your eyes widening at how good he looks.

"Hey! There you are," Ashton smiles and wraps his arms around you. You hug him back, a smile coming to your lips as you inhale his scent. Vanilla. "I'm glad you came to find me."

"I-I wanted to wish you luck before your concert," you tell him with a smile, glancing up at him. Now or never. You place your hands on his face before leaning on your toes, pressing your lips to his.

Ashton's eyes grow wide at the sudden action before they flutter close. His fingers glide through your hair, pulling your body closer to his as he kisses you back. You smile into the kiss, running your fingers through his hair.

He pulls away after a minute, resting his forehead against yours as your heart beats a mile a minute. "I-Wow," Ash whispers and nudges your nose with his. "What was that for?"

"I… remember when you asked me earlier what I was thinking about?" You ask and the brunette nods his head. "Well, Jaz asked me if we kissed yet and I said no, cause we haven't, and she was confused about why we haven't. So… I wanted to."

Ashton rubs his hands on your hips, a deep breath coming through his nose. "I know you're really shy and reserved so I didn't want to try and be rejected," he confesses and you frown a bit. "I was waiting until you were ready."

"God, you're so sweet," you chuckle softly and shake your head. Ashton tilts his head and presses your lips together once again, a hum coming from your lips.

"But now that you've done it, I'm not going to be able to stop," he mumbles against your lips and you shudder.

"Good. Don't," you whisper before placing a peck to his lips. "You should get going. The concert starts any minute."

Ashton nods his head, his hand coming up to your face and strokes your cheek. "I… I think I'm in love with you," he tells you, and your breath hitches in your throat.

You blush heavily, glancing towards the floor as a large smile graces your lips. "I think I'm in love with you too, Ash. Now, go kill it out there."

Ashton giggles and steals one last kiss from you. He gives you a cheeky wink before walking back through the band room's door. You giggle and bite your lip, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before making your way back towards the auditorium to join your friends.

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