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ariestrxsh · 7 months ago

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olderbrothersbsf!matt x innocent!reader

જ⁀➴ ♡ content warning: smut, innocence corruption, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, praise, small age gap (both characters are adults), forbidden love

જ⁀➴ ♡ summary: your brother starts picking up on the weird tension between you and matt, but the two of you press your luck, continuing to sneak around right in front of his face.

dividers by @/roseraris

Young God

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

After your brother nearly caught you and Matt by the pool, they'd disappeared into his room to play video games. You'd wandered in a few hours later, hoping to get more of Matt's attention. You just wanted to be near him.

"Whatcha guys doing?" You asked, batting your lashes as you waited by his open door, hearing the sound of zombies being slain coming from the speaker of the TV.

"What do you want?" Your brother shot back, glaring at you. The last thing he wanted was for you and Matt to be in the same room together after he'd found Matt with the strings of your bikini top in his hands.

"Why don't you come hang out with us?" Matt suggested, patting the bed beside him. "Here we go," your brother scoffed and rolled his eyes, knowing Matt was about to turn on the charm and flirt with you.

You enthusiastically nodded and made your way over to sit where Matt had invited you. "You ever play video games?" Matt asked you. "Not really. Just Mario Kart sometimes," you told him, watching the gorey scene on the screen unfold as Matt and your brother shot at all the zombies that were closing in on them.

"Here," Matt said, placing the controller in your hand, wrapping his arms around you, and placing his thumbs on top of yours on the joy sticks. You loved the warmth of his body as he pulled you close against his chest.

"This is how you run," Matt whispered, his lips brushing against the tip of your ear while he maneuvered the controls for you. You peered down and admired his veiny hands, his thumbs resting on yours. "Here's how you jump," he said, pushing down on the button that looked like an X.

"This is how you shoot," he told you, guiding your pointer finger to the trigger. You looked back at him and smiled, blushing at how sweet he was to you and how he always made you feel included in their activities.

"Why don't you guys make out already?" Your brother dryly said, watching the way Matt spoke to you with a disgusted expression. Little did he know, not only had you made out with his best friend already, but the two of you had done so much more than that.

Your face grew hot as you pulled your glance away from Matt and locked your eyes back onto the screen. "You're really good at this," Matt sweetly whispered in your ear, making you giggle since he was the one who was actually directing the controls.

When the round was over, Matt congratulated you on getting the most points out of everyone in the lobby even though they were really his points. He winked at you, and you swooned.

You continued to hang out with them for the rest of the night, stealing glances at the handsome boy beside you, and he continued to make you blush with his flirtatious comments and subtle looks.

Your brother was annoyed the whole time, definitely starting to suspect something was going on between the two of you. He could feel the tension in the room between you and Matt, but was also completely in denial about it. He kept wanting to believe that you were immune to Matt's charm.

However, the longer he watched the way you stared at his best friend, the more he realized you'd fallen into the trap he'd seen many girls fall into. He didn't understand what women saw in Matt and how they couldn't see that he was playing them. He had to do something about it.

"Hey, Matt. Are you gonna call that girl?" Your brother asked, hammering away on his controller. Your eyes traveled up to study Matt's reaction. "What girl?" Matt scoffed, his gaze still fixed on the screen.

"You know. That girl you were flirting with the other night? You got her number, right? She was all over you. You should call her up," your brother casually mentioned to Matt.

It's not like you and Matt were dating, but it felt like someone had stuck a knife in your heart and rotated it. You naively thought you were the only girl he was interested in, and you started to feel stupid, wondering how many other girls he was talking to or sleeping with, meanwhile you were falling in love with him.

You didn't even hear Matt's response, because your heartbeat was thumping away in your ears. It almost sounded like you were under water or really far away for a moment.

You felt tears sting the corners of your eyes as they started to well in your waterline. Before either boy could see you cry, you jumped to your feet and darted out of the room, wondering if your brother was right about Matt.

"Hey, Matt. Why did my sister just run out of the room in tears when we started talking about that girl you met the other night?" Your brother shot him a very serious look. Matt shrugged. "She's got a crush on me or something," Matt mumbled, wanting to follow you out, but afraid your brother would suspect something.

Your brother got up and shut off the TV and turned back to his best friend. "Do you see how unfair it is to her for you to be playing games with her? It's more than harmless flirting to her," your brother scolded him, starting to raise his voice.

"You know what else is unfair to her? Policing who she can and can't date all because you're projecting your fears about her getting hurt onto me. You know, the only reason she has a crush on me anyway is because of you!" Matt sternly responded, getting up from the bed and angrily pointing at your brother.

"What the fuck are you talking about, dude?" Your brother shot back, furrowing his brow. "When you tell someone not to do something a hundred times, they're eventually going to get curious about it-" Matt started to suggest, but he was cut off.

"Look. Whatever you're doing or saying to my sister, it's making her think that she has a chance with you, so why don't you go in there, set her straight, and let her know nothing's ever going to happen between the two of you?" Your brother requested, ignoring the point that was being made to him. Matt looked at him for a few seconds before silently pushing past him and exiting the room.

He gently tapped his knuckles against your closed bedroom door. "Go away!" You shouted. Matt knocked again before cracking the door open about an inch.

"You don't mean that, do you? You'd rather sit here and cry by yourself than talk to me about it?" Matt wondered, peeking his head into the room. "No," you said, sniffling while you were curled up in the fetal position in the middle of the mattress.

Matt stepped in and closed the door. "What are you upset about, sweetheart?" Matt asked, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. You sat up and gave him the saddest pout he'd ever seen. Your eyes were red, and tears were still streaming down your face.

"I thought I was the only girl," you responded, realizing just how silly it sounded as you said it to the blue-eyed boy in front of you. Your eyes danced over his perfect jawline, his luscious lips, and his thick brown hair. He's gorgeous; of course he's going to be getting women's numbers, you thought to yourself.

"Oh, sweet thing," Matt sympathetically answered, reaching out and wiping away a teardrop with his thumb. "I know we're not dating, but I thought I was special," you said, looking down. Matt tilted your chin up with a finger. "You are special."

"If I'm so special, why are you flirting with other girls and getting their numbers?" You wondered, your gaze meeting his. "She gave me her number. I didn't even ask for it. She was flirting with me all night, and your brother was too drunk to notice I wasn't interested in her," Matt chuckled.

You knew Matt could have been lying to you, but you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt so badly. "You promise?" You asked. "I promise," he said, reaching up and interlocking his pinky with yours. "I'll prove it to you," Matt said, sliding his phone out of his pocket and holding it so you could both see.

He went to his contacts, found her information, and deleted it. You raised your eyebrows, looking back up at him in shock. You didn't expect him to do that, but it did make you feel like what the two of you had was significant to him.

"You know, if you're gonna get all jealous on me and have me deleting girls' numbers for you, you gotta let me take you out on a proper date first," Matt whispered, smiling at you, and you smiled back. "Really?" You asked, sounding surprised. "Really. Come here," Matt said, pulling you closer to him.

He gestured for you to sit on his lap at the edge of your bed, and you did. "You know. You're the only girl I've done anything with since I've been back from college. But I have to know. Do I have any competition?" Matt asked, the corner of his lip turning up into a smirk. "No," you giggled.

"Yeah? So I'm the only guy who gets to see these?" Matt cooed, his hand wandering up towards your breast and gently squeezing it. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded at him. He started to take down the straps of your dress, seductively slipping them off your shoulder and letting your neckline fall, revealing your tits to him.

"And I'm the only guy that gets to do this?" Matt asked, closing his lips down around the sensitive bud on your chest. You let out a satisfied sigh and nodded while you held eye contact with him.

He started pulling up the hem of your skirt and tracing the insides of your thighs with his fingers. A faint moan passed through your lips as Matt teased you through your panties, brushing his fingertips over your heat and applying a bit of pressure.

He pushed the thin fabric to the side and made direct contact with your pussy, rubbing your clit in circles while he twirled his tongue around your tender nipple, humming against it. "Oh, Matt," you whimpered, tossing your head back and slamming your eyes shut.

"Gotta stay quiet, sweet thing. Your brother thinks I'm comforting you right now," Matt whispered, smiling at you. And in a way, he was. Everything about Matt's presence, his touch, and the way he spoke to you was comforting.

You tightly gripped his arm, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from making too much noise. He delicately ran his fingers up and down your slit, positioning them in front of your entrance. As Matt slid them inside of you, you let out a strangled moan.

"Good girl. You take my fingers so well," Matt purred, curling his digits inside of you while he thrust them in and out. He started drawing circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb, intensifying the sensation.

Your whole body trembled, and your pussy started throbbing as you finished onto Matt's fingers. "Shhh," Matt hushed you, his lips brushing against your chest as you let out a final whimper.

Your heartbeat was racing, and you stared at Matt wide-eyed, wondering if your brother had heard you. Matt licked his fingers clean and as if reading your mind, he chuckled and whispered, "Don't worry, sweetheart. You weren't as loud as you think you were."

You gave him a shy smile, trying to catch your breath. "I wish we could do more, but your brother's waiting for me to come back and let him know how our talk went," Matt replied, staring into your eyes. You nodded.

He kissed you and helped you put the straps of your dress back on over your shoulders. "I'm sorry I made you cry, sweet thing," he soothed you, rubbing your back.

You were completely smitten with him. You just hoped he'd keep his word and take you out on a real date. Matt tucked his erection into his waistband and made his way back into your brother's room without him suspecting a thing.

He assumed Matt had spent the last twenty minutes explaining that you guys were just platonic friends and how nothing romantic would ever happen between the two of you.

"She take it well?" You brother asked. Matt smirked to himself about the word choice he'd used. "Oh, she took it really well."

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"Let's invite your sister to watch with us," Matt casually suggested after he and your brother had decided on a movie the next night. "Why are you so obsessed with my sister lately? I swear, at one point, she used to annoy you," your brother said, giving Matt a disgusted look while he rummaged through the DVDs.

"Why do you still treat her like she's a little kid?" Matt shrugged, avoiding his question. "Fine, go invite her to watch it with us," your brother shooed him off.

Matt approached your door and gently knocked a few times until you answered. You came to the door, looking up at Matt with your big, doe eyes. Your heart fluttered, and you felt your face grow warm. Your older brother's best friend, Matt, had always made you nervous, but sneaking around with him was making it much worse.

"Hey. We we're gonna watch Back to the Future. You wanna come join?" Matt asked, nodding his head in the direction of the living room. "I'd love to," you said, eagerly smiling.

"And maybe you can sit on my lap after your brother falls asleep," he lowered his voice, licking his lips and brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You nodded, following him out into the hallway and trying to hide how flustered he made you with his words.

You and Matt grabbed some crochet blankets and fluffy pillows out of the hallway closet and brought them into the living room. The two of you collpased onto the couch as your brother was loading up the movie.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go grab snacks," he said, disappearing out of the room to go make popcorn and leaving you and Matt alone. "I have something for you to hold while we watch," Matt smirked over at you. "What is it?" You naively asked.

The blue-eyed boy reached into the waistband of his sweats, his cock recoiling out of the cotton material. Your eyes widened, and you let out a soft, audible moan at the sight.

"What I want you to do is be a good girl and wrap your hand around it like this. Then I want you to touch it like this for me, okay?" He groaned as he started stroking it and brushing the tip with his thumb.

You nodded in agreement, feeling your panties growing wet as you intently focused on what he was doing. You replaced his hand with yours and started pumping it back and forth for him, caressing the head with your thumb like he showed you.

"Yes. Good girl," Matt hissed, pulling the blanket over his lap. "Now keep doing that, but I'm gonna need you to be discrete about it, okay? Can't let your brother know what you're doing under there while we're watching the movie," he said, stroking your face. You caught your lip between your teeth and nodded enthusiastically, excited by his idea.

Your brother walked back into the room with popcorn in hand, and Matt propped up a pillow to block his view from the secret activity you were partaking in. It was very risky, but Matt couldn't control himself around you. He was addicted to the thrill of nearly getting caught with you, and he liked pushing the boundaries of what your brother would and wouldn't notice whenever he could.

"You guys ready for me to start the movie?" He asked, remote in hand. "Mhmm," you both answered in unison.

"Hey, Matt. Buddy. Hands where I can see them. You're sitting awfully close to my sister," your brother snarked at him. Matt put both his hands in the air and mockingly waved them in his direction. Guess he was worried about the wrong pair of hands.

Your brother focused back on the movie as Marty McFly came onto the screen. You kept your movements subtle, but to Matt, they were monumental. A soft moan passed through his lips that thankfully went undetected by your brother.

The two of you were getting high on adrenaline, engaging in such risky behavior, and Matt was so smug and arrogant, so sure that he could talk his way out of anything even if the two of you did get caught.

"You're doing a really good job, sweet thing," Matt whispered in your ear, tightening his grip on the arm of the couch while you slowly massaged his shaft. You felt a wet, sticky fluid beneath the pad of your thumb as you ran it back and forth over Matt's swollen tip. "Good girl. Just like that," he quietly praised you.

"What are you two whispering about over there, huh? You gonna let me in on the secret?" Your brother scoffed before grabbing a handful of popcorn. "Just about how paranoid you are," Matt replied, trying to conceal his pleasure, and you giggled at Matt's joke.

Your brother rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the TV. You and Matt subtly glanced at each other, reveling in your little secret.

Your brother was notorious for falling asleep during movies, and tonight was no different. Thirty minutes in, and he had already dozed off on the opposite side of the couch.

Matt playfully tossed a throw pillow in his direction, which bounced off his leg and hit the floor. He didn't stir. Matt's eyes traveled back to you. "I think he's out," he whispered, seductively grinning while he imagined all the naughty things he was about to do to you.

"Come here, sweet thing," Matt whispered, pulling you onto his lap. You gasped as his hard cock poked you in the backside. "Just grind on it for a minute," Matt cooed, resting his hands on your waist and helping you rock back and forth on his lap while you faced away from him.

You could feel him throbbing beneath you as you rolled your hips forward, letting out a delighted sound, the friction creating a wonderful sensation against your heat. The movie continued faintly in the background, but neither of you were paying attention at this point.

"Let's get you out of these," Matt quietly mumbled, pulling down your shorts and your panties. You glanced over at your brother to make sure he was still soundly sleeping, your heart beating out of your chest.

"Sit on it for me, sweet thing," the blue-eyed boy beneath you directed you. You bit your lip to hold back a gasp as Matt's tip breached your entrance. You lowered yourself onto his length, feeling every inch as he let out a pleased hum.

This position offered deeper access than the others you and Matt had done, and it took everything in you to keep your mewls to a low volume as his cock filled you. "Bounce on it for me, pretty girl," he quietly directed you, running his hands along the curve of your waist.

You began to ride him, and you could hear his low groans beneath you as he gripped your hips, his fingers pressing against your warm flesh. He guided your movements, helping you bounce up and down on him more easily.

You were so wet, your juices started dripping down the sides of Matt's shaft, making it even easier for him to slide in and out of your hole. It didn't take long before your muscles started growing weak from how much leg work you were putting in, and your soft whimpers turned into slightly frustrated groans.

"Getting tired, princess?" Matt cooed. "Mhmm," you quietly responded. "Don't worry. I've got you," Matt answered, tightly gripping your hips.

He held you in place and began pistoning his cock into you at an incredible speed. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he slammed into you over and over.

You felt pressure building inside of you as Matt whispered sweet nothings to you, telling you what a good girl you are, how well you treat his cock, and the rest of his praises were drowned out by the ringing in your ears as you started to reach your climax.

Your and Matt's fervent moans filled the room as he drove his rod into you faster and harder, but his thrusts came to a dead stop when your brother began to shift around on the couch beside you. "Shhh," he hushed you, cupping his veiny hand over your mouth and hoping not to wake the sleeping man to your right.

The two of you held completely still. Your breath was caught in your throat. You were frozen in fear, your heart beating out of your chest as you sat on Matt's lap wide-eyed.

You tensed up, your walls clamping down around Matt's cock, creating a wonderful sensation for him. He almost couldn't help himself from continuing to fuck you, but he had to make sure your brother was still sound asleep.

Matt took another throw pillow and tossed it at him, and he started to snore again. Matt removed his palm from your lips. Before you could start bouncing on him again, Matt shifted your position in one fell swoop.

Suddenly, you were laying on your side, Matt was spooning you, and he was holding your left thigh out of his way while he started propelling his hips forward again. "Good girl. Stay quiet for me. We're gonna make this fast," he rasped into your ear.

You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that a few weeks prior, you were a virgin, and you now you couldn't imagine your life without sex with Matt. You craved him every second of every day, and every moment that he wasn't buried deep inside of your drooling hole, you wanted him to be.

You were teetering on the verge of orgasm, pressing your hand up to your mouth to keep your satisfied sounds muffled while your eyes rolled back into your head.

"Good girl. Cum all over my cock," Matt cooed into your ear, drilling into you with incredible speed. You felt the knot in your stomach snap as you relinquished control. You felt all the tension leave your body as you rhythmically spasmed around his swollen cock.

"That's it. Take it," Matt whispered, his length throbbing as he released his sticky seed into you, slowing down his movements after the two of you had finished. You both looked over in the direction of your brother, who was sound asleep and completely unaware of the depraved behavior that was taking place just a few feet away from him.

Matt slowly pulled out of you, trying to keep the mess to a minimum as the two of you slowly shifted around on the couch. Matt slipped his dick back into his sweats, and he helped you climb back into your shorts. "That was really hot," Matt said, breathlessly, collapsing back into the couch.

You curled up beside him, nuzzling into his chest while he caressed your back for you. He reached down and tipped your head up with your chin before pulling you into a long, drawn-out kiss.

His lips enveloped yours, his tongue inviting itself into your mouth. Matt's hand cradled your face while the two of you lost yourselves in a passionate make out session.

The two of you had pulled away from your romantic kiss, and your heartbeat and breathing pattern had returned to an almost completely normal rate when your brother started tossing and turning.

Matt cleared his throat and put a bit of distance between himself and you as your brother came out of his deel sleep. His eyes fluttered open as the end credits started to roll on the screen.

"Shit. How long was I out for?" He asked, rubbing his eyes with his palms. "Pretty much the whole movie," Matt teased him, getting up from the couch and helping your brother to his feet.

Matt gave you another wink as the two boys started to wander out of the room. "Come on, let's get you into bed, sleeping beauty."

part five here ❣️

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prismit · 2 years ago

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i've actually just now decided that the absolute worst "free to play" game mechanic is limited inventory space that you need to pay premium currency to increase.

#ghost town... 2!#yeah this is about pokemon sleep again #look. whoever's in charge of this stuff. idk if it's select button or tpc but whoever it is?#i am here to try and keep a consistent sleep schedule. do not throw this bullshit inventory management at me #it isn't gonna get me to pay you money. it's just gonna start discouraging me from using the app altogether #which would be really disappointing because it IS actually helping me #also: why are great biscuits exclusive to the subscription-only and premium currency shops #the only way to get them is to get a full 8 hours of sleep for 2 nights ONLY as someone who has a monthly subscription #(side note: you can still accumulate the points with less sleep ofc but that's the fastest way)#which gets you enough points to buy 1 great biscuit (with a limit of 5 per week even if you save up points)#or if you don't have the subscription #the only way to get them is 600 diamonds for 3 great biscuits #which means; excluding the achievement awards which are one-time only per tier and very slow to achieve;#you can either pay $10.99 OR make it to bed on time for 24 WEEKS (roughly 5.5 months)#and what do great biscuits do you ask? well. they let you fill a pokemon's friendship meter by THREE instead of the standard ONE #incredible! this is absolutely worth spending over $10 on a sleep tracker app to make befriending pokemon slightly faster. great work guys!#(HEAVY SARCASM)#ok rant over. i'm still overall enjoying the game w/o spending any money but god i hate capitalism so much. i'm gonna start mauling people

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Error 410: (Self aware!AU, Caleb Edition) Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 A/N Spin off Summary: A self aware!AU with Caleb and NonMC! reader. Tags: Caleb x reader, Caleb x NonMC! reader, Caleb x fem!reader, Stressedout!reader. Inspired by: @ittybittyfanblog Word count: 1k *"when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you"* *- Friedrich Nietzsche.*

You've heard that quote.., maybe even read it somewhere before but it didn't matter, not when your eyes were starting to ache, a slight burning sensation pulsing behind your eyelids. The only thing staring back at you were the questions in your assignment. The heels of your palm digging into your eyes, rubbing them, trying to drown out the sensation. You had work to do, upcoming tests countless assignments, projects- the dates and deadlines were already starting to blur. Maybe you should sleep. Take a little break, it wouldn't hurt to rest... The sickening feeling of guilt and shame in your gut was going to stay there- despite the efforts to try and study a little more.

It was your fault, really. You didn't do the things you should've on time, procrastinating and postponing work when you shouldn't have. Unfortunately, time never waits for anyone. A click of the power button broke the silence surrounding your room, closing your laptop. You stood up from your desk, stretching your arms over your head, the sound of bones cracking filling your ears. Slumping down on the bed felt much better- the cold sheets against your heated skin felt good, relaxing even. Your tongue darting out to lick your lips, feeling the chapped skin and the stinging sensation sparking up when the fleshy organ touched a small cut on your lip, caused by the frequent biting and pulling of the skin on your lips. A sigh left your lips, swallowing the dryness in the back of your throat. You felt thirsty, your throat felt dry.. empty but not enough to burn and that was reason enough for your mind to stop you from getting up, along with the effort it was going to take to just get yourself a glass of water. Laying against the cold sheets, your mind wandered thinking about something that might get you to sleep. Sleep was slowly becoming a foreign concept- something that happened few and far in between. Your college studies wasn't making it any better- Doing a degree in law along with criminology honors. You really were crazy to have chosen these subjects but your curiosity often went against your decisions. The need to understand and learn more about the few things that you were interested in. There was only silence surrounding you, until a small **ping!** vibrated through the room and in your ears, looking down at your phone to see a message from the game you spent so much of your time on; Love and Deep space and of course, your precious love interest, Caleb. It was almost insane how your eyes lit up when the loading screen of the game showed up. That pretty boy sitting quietly on the leather chair, asleep. A small poke on his cheek was enough for him to let out the usual autogenerated response you always heard. He was so cute, so pretty, so.. human. It was one of the reasons you liked him so much. Over every other love interest, he just felt like a person. A person you could understand- a person you could relate to. You understood why he did the things he did.

Tapping on the small chat button, Caleb was standing there- looking at you. Interacting with him was comforting in a sense. His little teasing yet sincere comments were enough to make your heart stutter. It had became routine by now, doing the daily tasks- getting gems, playing on the claw machine and the kitty cards. Yeah, maybe the kitty cards would be a good idea today. You still had one kitty card attempt left this week. Playing kitty cards with Caleb was fun to say the atleast. It was annoying how good he was at that game. You could never get three wins in a row, sometimes it made you want to punch him through the screen, affectionately of course. Just when you thought you were going to win, all it took was two cards for the whole game to be flipped in his favor. It was so frustrating. "If you keep winning, I'm not going to play with you.." You muttered to yourself, maybe you should stop talking to yourself when no one was going to reply back. "Maybe you should stop and take care of yourself if you can't even focus on the game," Caleb replied in that small text box. That was new, you hadn't seen a reply like that before.. Now that you think about it, did your MC even say anything for Caleb to reply back? Maybe you had missed it, too focused on the game, too focused on him. After miserably loosing the kitty card mini game, you decided to just chat with him by clicking on tête-à-tête. Talking about studies.. wanting to hear his comforting words but with those limited options, how could you tell about how terrible study habits, your conflicting feelings?

You felt stupid, incompetent, like a failure for not being able to complete some simple assignments but how do you tell all that to a fictional love interest in a game? It was shameful in a way, relying so much on the opinions and comforting of something that wasn't even real? It was just so weird.. how he mattered so much to you. Your thumb caressed the screen of your phone where his cheek was, as if he could feel your touch. It made a burning sensation flare up in the back your throat as the brightness of your screen burned into your retinas. Exhaustion of the day catching upto you. Your body curling up on the sheets of your bed. Yeah, maybe sleep would be better. Maybe you'd dream of him.

A/N- Hi everyone, I'm a new writer so this work might feel like really dry and dull. This is just part 1. I'm going to write more. This fic is inspired by Error 404 fanfic of @ittybittyfanblog. I hope you like it.

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kxsagi · 2 months ago

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May I request first time w bllk boys of your choice, but instead of it being steamy, it ends up being comic relief because for some reason the men can't put it in so the night just went on with gf!reader laughing her ass off and bf!bllk men having existential crisis😼 ignore this if you're uncomfortable! I love your works btw!:3 have a great day/night!

“𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧: 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲”

a/n: this was definitely the most suggestive thing i've written so far but it was too funny to not write LMAO

thank you so much and have a great day/night as well!

suggestive and mature content below! all aged-up characters! (MDNI, by choosing to interact, it is your choice despite the warning)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, itoshi sae

isagi yoichi

bro was so determined to win at losing his virginity. he was mentally prepping like it was a soccer match.

“okay. breathe. visualize. go slow.”

but the moment he tries to slide it in, he misses. three times.

you’re trying not to laugh but he looks like a confused puppy with a furrowed brow and everything.

“wait, i swear i aimed right.”

“baby you’re not shooting a goal, this is not penalty kicks.”

he spirals. his entire ego deflates. his internal monologue is screaming: how did i miss the goal this bad, am i even the main character anymore???

you’re just curled up in bed laughing while he sits at the edge with a blanket over his lap, muttering, “i need to train more…”

itoshi rin

he was so serious about it. didn’t speak more than five words the whole time.

but then. the moment of truth. and it just…

boink (LMAO). he misaligned.

“rin, that’s my thigh.”

“shut up. i know.”

tries again. ends up poking your belly button.

“are you aiming by echolocation?”

cue you dissolving into laughter while rin’s soul leaves his body.

he gets all broody and dramatic like, “this is why i hate people. and romance. and life.”

you pat his hair and go, “better luck next time, sniper.”

nagi seishiro

he was so chill about it at first. like, “yeah. sex. sounds tiring, but okay.”

except it turns out getting it in requires more effort than he thought.

he’s just kind of poking around lazily like he’s half-asleep.

“is this… the right angle?”

“sei. that’s my hipbone.”

he lays down in defeat like he just died in a video game. “ugh. i give up. let’s just cuddle.”

and you’re crying laughing while he burritos himself in the blanket and says, “this is why i stick to games.”

mikage reo

oh he thought he had it in the bag. mr. smooth rich boy.

candles lit. music playing. rose petals on the bed.

then cue 5 straight minutes of struggling.

you: “babe, you okay?”

reo: sweating bullets, whispering “i can’t find the entrance.”

you: “it’s not a bank vault, reo.”

poor boy looks so offended. “i’ve studied diagrams! i watched tutorials!”

you’re cackling while he’s looking at the wall like it betrayed him.

“this is not how it was supposed to go… my legacy…”

kaiser michael

listen. this man walked in like he was god’s gift to earth. said some cheesy german line like “tonight, i make you scream.”

0 for 1 on that promise.

because for the life of him, he can’t get the angle right.

tries. fails. tries again. misses again.

“i swear this never happens.”

“you sound like a sitcom punchline.”

and then you wheeze-laugh so hard you fall off the bed.

kaiser just lies there dramatically like an oil painting, one arm draped over his forehead. “i’ve been humbled.”

will not stop bringing it up later. “remember that time my genius was too much for your mortal body to handle?”

you: “you poked my knee.”

him: “semantics.”

shidou ryusei

bro walked in already unhinged.

smirking like a menace. said “i’m gonna blow your back out” with way too much confidence.

cut to five minutes later: he’s on his knees, staring at your thighs like they’re a puzzle.

“where the hell is it? is this a trap?”

“shidou. shidou. that’s my armpit.”

“oh. well you were twisted weird!”

you’re crying from laughing. this man was so loud and proud only to fumble like a rookie.

suddenly goes quiet. shidou. quiet.

stares at the wall like he saw god.

“maybe this is the universe humbling me…”

you: “finally.”

him: “shut the hell up, you’re laughing like a hyena. i’m in mourning.”

karasu tabito

okay so karasu definitely talked a big game beforehand.

super smug like “you won’t be able to walk after this.”

tried to take the lead. acted confident.

then proceeded to line himself up completely wrong.

you’re like, “tabi. that’s not it.”

he freezes. “you sure? feels right.”

“no. no it doesn’t.”

looks down. stares in betrayal. “oh… oh.”

you start laughing and cannot stop.

he lays on his back dramatically like he just got shot.

“i used to have pride. i used to have a future.”

you’re snorting, tears in your eyes while he covers himself with a pillow and mutters “don’t talk to me. i’m in my flop era.”

itoshi sae

sae genuinely thought he was above this. like… this was supposed to be effortless.

gave you a look like “i got this.”

spoiler: he did not.

tries to guide himself in and hits… air.

tries again. pokes the mattress.

you: “… are you okay?”

him: “this is… frustrating.”

you start giggling. he’s deadpan.

“don’t laugh.”

you: “but you’re so SERIOUS. it’s like watching someone try to parallel park and give up.”

he sighs, rolls off you, and just stares at the ceiling like it offended him.

“sex is stupid. i’m going to sleep.”

you’re still laughing while he tucks himself in like a burrito, mumbling “this is why i focus on football.”

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retrowitchy · 3 months ago

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ranking lucy gray's outfits in the tbosas movie as a costume design student ✶✧

quite possibly, everything rachel zegler wears is my favorite part of tbosas. trish summerville is a big personal hero of mine, and tbosas is my favorite hunger games film in terms of costume design!!! so as a disclaimer, i love every one of these looks with everything in me, this is just me ranking them.

8. swimsuit

this really shouldn't be in last place, because crochet swimwear? brilliant. and so beautiful. and so in-universe.

i love how all the covey swimwear feels like it was hand-made by the characters themselves. obviously, nobody in district 12 is swimming for pleasure much (we learn this from the first book, and haymitch and burdie just skinny dipped lol), so naturally the covey would have made their own things to wear by hand.

7. sejanus' execution

the details of the snakes on her belt and the hand stitching/embroidery on her sleeves are so wonderful. for an outfit that never really gets a full shot in the film (most of rachel's shots in this scene are closeups from the neck up), the dedication to detail is super admirable.

6. well i'm not made out of sugar

it's such a good detail how coriolanus' mother's shawl perfectly color compliments the rest of this outfit. it's like she picked it out to match on purpose, which makes the betrayal all the more devastating. i think this scene is also one of trish's stronger uses of color symbolism- the warm, sunshine-y colors of lucy gray contrasting the stark, bare palette of everything coriolanus wears in 12. she's a symbol of hope. he's trying to end that.

5. the covey lake

huge fan of the simplicity here. it's just a dress over the swimsuit. and yet everything about this screams lucy gray and screams covey. look at those mismatched little brass buttons!! the swimsuit peeking out from underneath!! the plum color suits rachel zegler so well- it's just generally so gorgeous.

4. pure as the driven snow

this outfit was one of the things about this movie that stuck in my head the most after walking out of the theater. there's this carefree, thrown-on essence to it, like the flowers in her hair are an afterthought, or maude ivory helped her put them in. i wish i could find better pictures of the vest, because the beading details are so beautiful. the reusing of her boots is a good detail too, because obviously she wouldn't have that many pairs of shoes.

3. the meadow

trish summerville did a great job at building a repeated silhouette for lucy gray. the cinched waist, blousy or sleeveless top, and a-line, flowing skirt is in almost every outfit, and i think this one is the most classic example of that look. i think she looks so beautiful in blue, and i like that she's dressed in such a wide variety of colors throughout the film- always something completely different than the last.

2. the rainbow dress

OBVIOUSLY. hand painted corset are you kidding me? i remember seeing this in the trailer and thinking truly, she could not have more perfectly recreated the dress from the book. it stays true to lucy gray's sillhouette, the ruffles feel bright enough to be a rainbow, but muted enough to still feel in-universe/accurate for 12. one of my favorite details is her boots ↓

they're old, and have a vintage feel, but something about how chunky they are also reminds us that despite the folksy charm, we are also in a dystopian future.

1. nothing you can take from me

my baby. my darling. possibly my favorite costume of any hunger games film. i am IN LOVE with this outfit.

the flower decal trimming and embroidery on her blouse, and the crushed navy velvet that feels like it was found at a 100 year old antique store. the boots are back. lacy top underneath, hand crocheted no doubt. purple in the skirt, but it's subtle- purple is her most repeated color element. it's rebellious, it's royal. the slight 1940s references in the silhouette.

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE HAIR. ribbons and feathers threaded throughout her curls, giving her the impression of a bird in flight when she twirls??? REMIND YOU OF ANYTHING?????

this is her triumphant return moment, her defiant song against the oppression of the capitol. she's captivated the crowd....just like a certain someone will years and years later.

#sorry for yapping i just love these costumes so so so much #lucy gray baird #tbosas #sunrise on the reaping #thg #the hunger games #the covey #district 12 #lenore dove #tam amber #clerk carmine #billy taupe #barb azure #maude ivory

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starry-agere · 1 year ago

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museanddream · 4 months ago

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One Night - part 5 || Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x reader

Summary: When you complete a dream transfer to Barcelona, there’s only one problem - you have to learn to coexist with your ex-hookup and her new girlfriend.

Warnings: 🔞 | threesome, strapons, degrading language

Word count: 2.3k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Without Ona between you, Lucy seems bigger, even more imposing.

Your heart starts racing. There’s no way she’s going to let you get away with the display of bravado you put on earlier, when being between Ona’s legs gave you the confidence to talk back to Lucy in ways you wouldn’t otherwise dream of.

You’re as excited for the consequences as you are afraid.

One of her hands descends your body, skating across a pebbled nipple, then scratching her nails down your stomach before dipping between your legs.

You feel her fingers gliding through your arousal, with no way to hide how wet you are.

“You enjoyed watching, huh?�� she taunts you.

With Lucy’s fingers on your clit, it takes all of your concentration just to nod in response.

“I did earlier too,” Lucy continues. “You’re cute when you think you’re in charge.”

“I was in charge.”

Lucy chuckles. “Like I said. Cute.”

“She begged for me.”

A familiar grin spreads slowly across Lucy’s face.

“I thought we’d already agreed that she’s a desperate little whore.”

You hear a barely audible click, followed by a much more audible buzz from the bed beside you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ona’s arm disappear down her body, then you hear the gentle sigh as she presses the vibrator against herself.

You’d tease Ona, if you weren’t thoroughly distracted by the woman between your legs.

“She wanted me.” You can hear the way your voice comes out a little whiny, like a child who hasn’t gotten their way, but you can’t stop yourself from wanting Lucy to agree with you. “For a while. You said so.”

“She did. And now,” Lucy lines up the head of the cock with your cunt, teasing at your entrance without pushing inside, “- you want me.”

She pushes forwards with her hips, but instead of entering you, the head of the cock glides between your folds. When it nudges against your clit, still sensitive from the orgasm you nearly gave yourself with the vibrator, your hips try to jerk away.

Except that there is nowhere for you to go. Lucy is everywhere.

And she knows it.

“Say it.”

“I want you, Luce,” you comply immediately. Not even your pride could stop you from saying anything she asks of you.

Lucy leans forward and plants her hands on either side of your head. She smiles down at you wickedly as she says, “Say it like you mean it.”

Her cock is so close to where you need it, but still way too far away. Having her inside you is quickly becoming a necessity.

“I want you,” you repeat. “Please, Lucy. I need you.”

“That’s more like it.”

Lucy reaches down with one hand to line herself up, then slides her cock inside you in one swift movement. The sound you let out as she fills you is ungodly, but quickly swallowed by Lucy’s mouth against your lips.

You’d assumed - or perhaps just hoped - that Lucy would just give in to her inhibitions and fuck you hard. After all, you’ve been pushing her buttons since you got here, winding her up and making a big show of fucking Ona in the hope that when it became her turn to fuck you, she’d put you in your place and make you take it.

That’s what you wanted.

Maybe Lucy knows that. Maybe that’s why she’s not giving it to you.

Instead, the roll of her hips is a slow grind. Each thrust feels deliberately placed to drive you mad, enough to remind you how turned on you are without actually building to anything. It’s like Lucy has figured out your games and is giving you the opposite of what you want.

Not that you can complain about it.

Lucy smothers you, kissing any notion of a complaint off your lips in the filthiest of ways.

Kissing Lucy feels familiar and strange all at once. She’s the same person, kisses you with the same bruising intensity that she always used to, but it still feels a bit like you’re kissing her for the first time again. There’s a new flair to the way her lips move against yours, an extra layer of quiet confidence to the roll of her hips.

You’d swear she even tastes different.

Enough time has passed, years without even really speaking to each other, that the Lucy you used to kiss isn’t the same person as the one above you right now.

You wonder if Lucy feels the same. Or are you still the same to her, still the same desperate girl who only needs to be asked once before falling straight into bed with Lucy?

You’d always tell yourself that you were on equal terms but the truth is that it would pretty much always go down the same way. Step one; Lucy came calling. Step two; your legs fell open. Step three; mind-blowing sex.

Maybe you should feel embarrassed that nothing has changed. That all these years have passed and you’re still in the same place.

Beneath Lucy.

Then again, Lucy is the one who has moved on, who has won four Champions League titles, a European Championship, and found a girlfriend who adores her since your situationship ended.

And she’s back in the same place too.

Right here on top of you.

She acts like she never moved, rocking into you with the aura of somebody who knows she’s got you off like this countless times before.

The warmth of Lucy’s body is a comfort to you but the way she fucks you is far from it, each slide of the toy sending you spiralling towards an inevitable destruction. Lucy is nothing if not diligent in bed, building you up and tearing you down in the same movements, consuming your entire world until she’s the only thing left in it, until even Ona’s gentle moans fade into the background.

It’s just so much. So much pleasure. So much Lucy.

And yet not enough.

When one thrust of the toy hits particularly deep, your back arches uncontrollably off the bed and your head falls back, forcing you to break the kiss.

“Lucy! Fuck!”

“Yes!” Lucy hisses in response. “Say my name. Let Ona know who’s making you feel this good.”

Her movements are effortless, the hands on your thighs holding you open for her are possessive. Any semblance of control you might have had earlier seems laughable now. Lucy owns you. And what’s more, is that you want her to.

With some space between you, you catch a glimpse of Ona’s nude form in your peripherals. Her arm stretches down her body and though you can’t see the vibrator between her legs, you can hear its buzz muffled together with Ona’s pleasured sighs and see the movement of her hips as she rocks against it.

Eager for a better look, you tilt your head to watch her pleasure herself.

Or at least, you try.

No sooner than you turn your head, Lucy’s hand finds your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on her. There’s a deliciously wicked glint in her eyes. Like she knows the power she has over you, the way she could ask you to do pretty much anything right now and you’d probably agree, if it meant she’d eventually get you off.

“Eyes on me,” she warns you. “Or I won’t let you come.”

You try to obey her, you really do. It’s pretty hard to focus on anything when she’s fucking you hard enough that the entire bed rocks beneath you. But you manage to keep your eyes on her, meeting her gaze until you’re mesmerised by the intensity in them, until you can’t look away even if you wanted to try.

How is Lucy somehow even better at this than you remember?

She was always annoyingly good in bed. Annoying, mostly because sex with Lucy was sometimes all you could think about back when you both played for City. She kept you wanting more, had you wrapped around her little finger whether she knew it or not, except that it was never serious enough to be anything other than temporary. You and Lucy always had an expiry date and when it did eventually blow up, you assumed that would be it.

You’ve been craving something like Lucy ever since you stopped sleeping together. Somebody to make you feel the way that she did. Somebody who knows your body as well, who knows exactly how to tease you and torture you and make you come. You’ve slept with a few people in the years since but there’s always been something missing.

Having Lucy like this again makes you realise that maybe you weren’t craving something like Lucy.

Maybe it was exactly her you needed all along.

The bulbous head of the cock drags against the front wall of your cunt with each thrust. The balance between pleasure and pain is just right, hitting that exact spot inside you that has you practically melting into the mattress below you.

When one of her hands stops gripping your thigh and dips between your bodies, the pad of her thumb finding your clit with precise circles, you let out an unrestrained mewl of pleasure.

“Fuck! Lucy, that’s… fuck! So good!”

“Yeah?” She asks you, as if the way you’re crying out in pleasure isn’t already enough confirmation. “How good? Tell me exactly how it feels.” Two more thrusts, then, “Tell Ona.”

“She’s…” You try to find the words to Ona what Lucy feels like but all you can focus on is the stretch of her inside you. “Fuck, it’s so big.”

Lucy laughs.

“And who’s fault is that, slut?” she taunts you. “I warned you not to pick the big one.” Her fingertips dig into the thigh you’ve got hooked around her back. The next thrust is deliberately rougher than the previous few. “Ona took it. So can you.”

You see Ona shift out of the corner of your eye, then you feel her hand find yours. She links your fingers together and squeezes gently, a gesture of reassurance.

The differences between them have never been more apparent. The softness of Ona’s hand, the gentle pass of her thumb across the back of her hand, is a stark contrast to Lucy’s roughness. Lucy’s hands might bruise your hips, holding you down as she fucks into you, but Ona’s touch is tender enough to heal any wounds.

You can feel it building. The pleasure of it all is just so much. It’s been brimming under the surface for a while, arousal building since you watched Ona sucking Lucy’s cock, but it’s Ona’s hand in yours, the tiny reminder that you have them both, that sends you careening towards the edge.

And then Lucy stops, fully sheathed inside you, leaving you practically throbbing around her cock just seconds away from release.

The breath she lets out almost sounds like a soft laugh.

“You think you deserve to come?” She pauses, tilting her head to the side and raising a condescending eyebrow. “Before Ona?”

You want to point out that Ona already came - twice - thanks to you earlier. But while you might’ve have the bravado to chat back to Lucy earlier, your brain has been fucked into the kind of subservient mush that can only respond with a meek, “No.”

Lucy pulls out, far gentler than she was when she was fucking you, then kneels her way over to where Ona lies. Her fingers wrap around the vibrator, lifting it from between Ona’s legs and switching it off with a simple click. When the toy is discarded to the side, Lucy sits between Ona’s legs, soft hands resting on Ona’s thighs.

“What do you want?” Lucy murmurs, words that aren’t meant for you. “Tell me.”

“I want to come,” Ona answers, pushing her weight up onto her elbows.

“Yeah?” Lucy leans forward and brushes some of Ona’s hair behind her ear, a tender contrast to the rough treatment she’s given you both since deciding to join in. “I want you to come too. You deserve it. I’ll make sure of it.”

Ona’s eyes flick briefly across to you, still sprawled beside her trying to steady your breathing, then back up to Lucy.

“And her?”

It’s Lucy’s turn to look at you, but the affection reserved for Ona’s shifts seamlessly into a calculating stare. Her gaze remains on you as she asks Ona, “What about her?”

“I want her to come too.”

The seconds stretch out between you as Lucy considers Ona’s request. Lucy drags her eyes down your body, scrutinising every inch of skin as if looking for a reason to say no. And for a long moment, you think that she will deny you, until -

“How do you want her to come?” Lucy asks, switching her attention back to Ona.

Ona reaches with one of her hands towards Lucy’s strap, running the back of her fingers against the slick silicone.

“She’d look pretty riding you, no?”

The suggestion, along with the husky tone to Ona’s voice has you clenching around nothing.

“Well, yeah,” Lucy agrees after a moment of consideration. “But then what about you?”

“I could ride you too.”

Ona’s teeth dig into her lower lip, the picture of innocence if not for the wicked glint in her eyes.

You watch the expression shift on Lucy’s face as she realises what Ona is suggesting.

“Filthy girl,” Lucy practically growls.

“Please, Lucy. Want your tongue.”

“Where?” Lucy asks, though the way her fingertips trail up Ona’s thighs.

“My pussy.”

“You want to sit on my face? You want to watch her ride my cock with my mouth on your cunt?”

Ona’s answer is breathless, so quiet you barely hear it.

“Please.”

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso smut #woso imagine #lucy bronze x ona batlle x reader #lucy bronze x reader #ona batlle x reader

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demie90s · 26 days ago

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N A V I G A T I O N

Navi is easier to find them. If not here try MASTERLIST PT.2

⌗ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⌗

꒰ 𝐖𝐁𝐁 & 𝐖𝐍𝐁𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ꒱

🩷🖤 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 & 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

{ I hate a weak!reader with y/n cringe moments. My readers never soft. They crash outs. We pissed. Nah I’m playing but enjoy}

~~~~~~~~~~~ ✦ 𝐋𝐒𝐔 ✦ ~~~~~~~~~~~

Flau’jae Johnson x You

⤷ Studio, Part 2

↳ she’s in the booth, you’re high, the chemistry’s off the charts.

⤷ Spend The Day With Us

↳ You and Flau’jae Johnson spend a day together, filled with playful banter, shared meals, and nostalgic humor, giving off platonic married vibes.

⤷ Mine

↳ she’s focused, you’re unserious, her chain’s on your neck, and somehow no one questions that you’re in a class that’s not even yours.

⤷ Drive With Me

↳ You’re just trying to film a simple “Drive With Me” video, but once Flau’jae gets in the car, everything derails into chaotic freestyles

~~~~~~~~~~~✦𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘✦~~~~~~~~~~

Diana Taurasi x You

⤷ All That Legend, and Still Can’t Shake Me pt.1

↳ rookie of the year meets vet of the century. no one’s safe.

⤷ MICD UP & MADNESS pt.2

↳ you can’t keep your mouth shut during a live interview.

⤷ Fourth Quarter Silence pt.3

↳ She’s played it cool, unfazed by your antics. But during a late-night workout, you push her buttons one too many times.

⤷ One Camera, Zero Chill Pt.4

↳ You’re the bold, ridiculous rookie with no shame and a camera in your hand.

⤷ Just in Time

↳ You were that girl in high school—averaging 30 points a game and dunking before prom. But you chose soccer over basketball and built an empire.

⤷ No Spark Lost pt.2

↳ You were the face of soccer. A household name, viral athlete, and walking highlight reel—until your ACL tore mid-game and the season ended.

⤷ Whose Vet? Pt.5

↳ Team bus after a win. Your lounging in the back, Diana sitting in her usual seat up front. Everyone’s talking, buzzing. Someone jokes about Diana needing to mentor the younger players better.

⤷ Say It Pt.6

↳ You already claimed Rookie of the Month. Now you’ve got a second honor under your belt, and Diana tries to play it cool.

⤷ Catching Feelings

↳ She swears it’s nothing. That she’s just being a vet. But the hand on your lower back, the bag she insists on carrying, the way she pops your hand away from doors like you don’t have hands?

⤷ Hush.

↳ You’ve been stomping around Phoenix like the league’s already yours, throwing side-eyes and snark at Diana like she’s just another vet instead of the vet. But she’s been letting you play—until now.

⤷ Your Not Afraid Of Me?

↳ You weren’t supposed to be on her radar. Twenty, a rising star in your own right, and a mom to a toddler who’s already got better court vision than half the league. Diana? She doesn’t do distractions. But you’re not a distraction—you’re direct.

⤷ She Didn’t Mean That, But She Said It

↳ You don’t know when to shut up. And not in a reckless way—more like you always have something to say, and Diana never knows what’s gonna come out your mouth next.

⤷ You Talk Shit Like. A Pro, But Hug like a Princess

↳ Everyone knows your mouth should’ve been benched three seasons ago. You’re the queen of slick comments, technical fouls, and calling out someone’s weak-ass screen while laughing in their face. But off the court? You’re literal sunshine.

⤷ Trivia, Trouble, Taurasi

↳ You’re a bold rookie with a habit of flirting, showing off, and dropping random facts at the worst times—especially when Diana’s trying to be serious.

Natasha Cloud x You

⤷ You Better Kiss Me Before You Speak Crazy Again

↳ Natasha talks big, plays harder, and swears up and down she’s not a simp. But the minute you walk into the gym with a fresh hoodie and lip gloss on, she’s losing focus mid-drill.

Britney Griner x Reader

⤷ Center Of Attention

↳ Your WNBA debut? Wild. One game in and you’ve already gone viral—for dunking on Brittney Griner. No fear. Now the league’s watching, your teammates are talking, and BG’s not letting it slide.

⤷ Down & Out

↳ You’re the only person who’s ever seen Diana Taurasi without her signature bun—and you don’t shut up about it. Locker room? Brag. Practice? Brag. Press conference? Slight, humble flex. She threatens you every time, but never denies it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sue Bird x You

⤷ Last Minute Legend

↳ You were never supposed to be the one interviewing Sue Bird. But when your coworker bails last-minute, you’re thrown into the spotlight with a WNBA legend.

⤷ Soft Spot

↳ You’ve got a resting bitch face and the attitude to match—but Sue Bird doesn’t flinch. In fact, she’s the only one who ever dared to check you… and the only one you actually listen to.

⤷ Hush.

↳ Sue’s not even your coach, but she’s always in your business. Correcting your game. Pointing out what you “missed.” You finally bite back—loud, sarcastic, fully in your feelings

~~~~~~~~~~~✦ 𝐔𝐒𝐂 ✦ ~~~~~~~~~~~

Juju Watkins x You

⤷ Camera Off, Feelings On

↳ private relationship, live chaos, and the hardest soft launch of the year.

⤷ Late Nights & Ego Fights

↳ Juju’s the star, the face of the program. But when her mouth gets reckless during a late-night live, you let yourself into her apartment to respond.

⤷ Press Pressure & Public Menace

↳ The problem child Coach Gottlieb swears she didn’t authorize.

⤷ TikTok Edits

↳ You’re mic’d up at practice… which should’ve been a warning for the team

⤷ No Comment, Just Smoke

↳ USC’s getting cooked mid-season and you’ve had it. Tension simmers on the court, your temper’s past boiling, and Juju is the only reason you haven’t walked off

⤷ Final Whistle, No Mercy

↳ You’ve been on demon time all season, techs, fouls, and a stat sheet so filthy it’s biblical.

⤷ Sideline Star

↳ You play for UConn, but that doesn’t stop you from showing up to the USC vs. UCLA rivalry game and acting like you’re the one suiting up.

⤷ We Don’t Talk About It But

↳ You don't talk about the kisses. The ones she steals after wins. The ones she delivers when the lights are low and no one's watching.

⤷ What Where You Saying?

↳ It’s just a late-night practice—just you, Juju, and an empty gym. She’s walking you through a play, mid-sentence,all confidence and voice and hands—and you kiss her.

⤷ There’s No Time Zone When It’s You

↳ You met Juju at the McDonald’s All-American Game. She was already that girl. You were still getting used to being noticed. Fast forward—she’s at USC, you’re at UConn, and long distance isn’t easy… but you never expected it to be.

⤷ What you doin’ here

↳ You play for UCLA. That’s enough reason not to mess with her. But fate doesn’t care. You ran into her grandma one day—helped her during a flat tire situation off Sunset Blvd—and next thing you know, you’re at a family cookout in her backyard. And Juju? She’s stunned.

⤷ Nobody Told You She Was Mine?

↳ You and Juju had a thing—quiet, quick, intense. But then it ended without ever really ending. Now she’s rising, booked, busy, focused. And you? You’ve been pretending you’re over it… until your new little situation starts getting way too comfortable

⤷ If you Gonna Look at Me Like That.

↳ USC’s rising star. UConn’s coldest shooter. Two names constantly compared, constantly competing. They don’t talk. They don’t follow each other. They don’t even acknowledge one another outside of the court.

⤷ Don’t Touch Her

↳ When one of JuJu’s teammates fouls you a little too hard, you don’t let it slide. She has to step in—between you, for you—and make it known: she doesn’t play when it comes to you.

~~~~~~~~~~~ ✦ U Of I ✦ ~~~~~~~~~~~

Caitlin Clark x You

⤷ Your Boyfriend Ain’t Shit To Me pt.1

↳ Too bad she has a boyfriend… not that it matters to you.

⤷ Shot Clock’s Heartbeat pt.2

↳ The cameras are rolling, and so is Caitlin’s boyfriend.

⤷ Shot Clock’s Heartbeat pt.3

↳ The only thing hotter than the competition is the silence between them. Until Conor speaks.

⤷ Shot Clock’s Heartbeat pt.4

↳ Months of tension come to a head when UConn and Iowa finally face off again.

⤷ Shot Clock’s Heartbeat pt.5

↳ After a heated game and months of tension, DMs turn into a visit neither of you will forget.

⤷Can I Call you Rose

↳ You’re one of Iowa’s strongest players—but you’ve never wanted the W. No scouts, no pressure. You’re not here for the league. You’re here for her. Caitlin Clark. The girl with the boyfriend.

⤷ That Girl Is Mine

↳ You’re clingy. Affectionate. Always hanging off Caitlin Clark like she’s your emotional support human—and she lets you, because you’re hers. Even if you don’t realize it yet.

⤷ Your What?!

↳ You and Caitlin have been private—not secret, just quiet. But when a little TikTok collab with a snack company turns into a full-on “calling my girlfriend my current girlfriend” trend moment, things shift fast.

⤷ All Eyes On You

↳ You’ve been showing up to every game in custom jackets, heels, and lip gloss sharp enough to cut through tension. You don’t hoop, but you’re a problem. Especially for Caitlin, who can’t seem to stop looking your way.

⤷ You Never Picked Me.

↳ You and Caitlin were almost something. Almost more than teammates. Almost more than friends. But she chose comfort. She chose him.

⤷ Court. (Puns. PB, CC, NM)

Kate Martin x You

⤷ Parents

↳ Everyone on ISU jokes that you and Kate are the mom and dad of the squad, but lately, the teasing’s starting to feel a little too accurate

~~~~~~~~~~~ ✦ UCONN ✦ ~~~~~~~~~~~

Team x You

⤷ She Not Even Hooping For Real

↳ You said you were sneaking into the gym for “extra reps,” but it’s 3 a.m. and you’re on live, surrounded by devices, watching UConn teammate edits.

⤷ And The Crowd Is…Concerned?

↳ Geno tries to do a safety meeting, but the team can’t focus after watching your unhinged late-night driving rant go viral. Again.

⤷ Emotional Support Teammate

↳ It’s the off-season and UConn takes a casual team trip out of state. Simple. Fun. No drama. Except… you’ve apparently decided that personal space is a myth and every teammate is now your emotional support human.

⤷ My Little Komedian

↳ The team jokes you’re unserious—until you aren’t. When someone targets KK on the court, it unlocks a version of you nobody was ready for.

⤷ Play Stupid. Win Stupid.

↳ The ref’s on bullshit. The other team’s testing you. And when KK takes a hard foul, you go full demon time. Then the ref blows the whistle on you.

⤷ When She Goes Quiet

↳ You hit the floor hard, couldn’t breathe, but got up like always. Played it off like always. Until after the game, when the pain hit too deep—and for the first time, you couldn’t hold it in.

⤷ Something to Come Home To

↳ You never let the team see you break, no matter how heavy the day feels. But when your goddaughter shows up mid-practice, the whole gym watches you melt.

⤷ All She’s Got

↳ You’re the clingy one. The one always riding shotgun, always hugging someone, always showing up early just to be around them. It’s never been a big deal—until a joke hits too deep.

Paige Bueckers x You

⤷ You Make Me Nervous

↳ There’s one person who melts that cool exterior without even trying.

⤷ Tied Game, Tight Grip

↳ Tied at halftime. Rival schools. Cameras rolling. And suddenly, the announcers start shipping you and Paige Bueckers live on national TV.

⤷ That’s My Point Guard

↳ You’re out on injury reserve, but that doesn’t stop you from showing up post-game in full team wife.

⤷ We Lost Time, Not Love

↳ You and Paige grew up together, and somewhere between teammates, sleepovers, and game-day good luck texts, you fell in love with her, in a way that made your chest hurt when she wasn’t around.

⤷ Questions We Shouldn’t Answer

↳ You and Paige agree to film a fan Q&A video, thinking it’ll be chill. It’s not.

⤷ Written In Ink, Not If

↳ Before every game, you write Paige’s stat predictions on your forearm in black Sharpie. Points. Rebounds. Assists. Quiet ritual—until she notices.

⤷ Girl You Loud

↳ You play soccer. You’re cocky, untouchable, and unapologetically loud about it. Paige Bueckers can’t stand you—and yet, one late-night pool run-in after away games lands you back in dangerously familiar territory.

⤷ You Don’t Gotta Say a Word

↳ Pazzi. You had a hard day and the girls comfort You.

⤷ Wrong One

↳ The UCLA game was already getting heated—but when a player starts messing with you on purpose, it’s not just you they have to deal with.

⤷ Anxiety

↳ You play for UConn too. Same jersey, same grind. But while they see a star athlete, you’re trapped inside your own head. Until they start noticing—really noticing—and refuse to let you fight alone.

⤷ Court. (Puns. PB, CC, NM)

Azzi Fudd x You

⤷ Second Place Never Felt This Loud

↳ You’re mad because even when you won, she still got everything… including your attention.

⤷Her.

↳ She doesn't talk much. Doesn't have to. Azzi Fudd glides through practice like the game was made for her.

⤷ If Your Gonna Look at Me Like That

⤷ You Don’t Gotta Say a Word

↳ Pazzi. You had a hard day and the girls comfort You.

⤷ Lip Locked

↳ Azzi’s TikTok starts off innocent—just a lipstick trend. Until your hand slides in to wipe her smudge. And the camera pans. To you. Tennessee orange, smirking, covered in Azzi’s kisses. Yeah… it’s a problem now.

⤷ Wrong One

↳ The UCLA game was already getting heated—but when a player starts messing with you on purpose, it’s not just you they have to deal with.

⤷ Anxiety

⤷ Say It Without Saying It

↳ You’re Azzi’s quiet girlfriend—lowkey, supportive, and rarely the one to speak up. But when Azzi gets too friendly with a teammate at a post-game dinner, your silence says more than you think.

Nika Muhl x You

⤷ Barbie Got Her Billionaire , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

↳ She’s your favorite, and everyone knows it.

⤷ She loves me, I Promise

↳ You’re doing a Get Ready With Me live and Nika’s in the background, minding her business… until she’s not.

⤷ Passport Princess

↳ After another W on the court, Nika’s ready to celebrate—in Croatia.

⤷ Birthday All Week

↳ You hate your own birthday—refuses gifts, avoids attention, and always tries to refund people who do too much. But when it’s Nika’s birthday week? Oh, it’s on.

⤷ Come To Me

↳ When you find out Nika’s been silently going through something heavy, it hits hard. Your mad—not the yelling kind, but the quiet, cut-deep kind.

⤷ For You? Always.

↳ After a long practice, the team heads out for dinner—but when Nina casually says “I want…,” you don’t even let her finish. You just say yes. Loud. Easy.

⤷ Don’t Buy Me That

↳ Nika keeps saying she doesn’t want anything. You keep not listening. This time? She finds a Vespa in her favorite color waiting for her outside the gym, with a bow on it and everything.

⤷ “Where’s Nika?” “on My Card”

↳ She disappeared after practice with your card. Comes back three hours later with shopping bags, a fresh piercing, and a tiny white dog in her hoodie. She didn’t ask. You don’t care.

⤷ You Let Her What

↳ Coach Geno finds out Nika skipped conditioning because “your girl said no.” The team’s confused, annoyed, and slightly impressed as Nika pulls up in your car with an iced matcha and no remorse.

⤷ Your Spoiled, I’m Just Soft

↳ You’ve always spoiled Nika. But now she’s on a mission to return the favor—even if that means learning how to cook, flopping a Pinterest recipe, and still somehow making your morning perfect.

⤷ I said I’m fine. Don’t walk away.

↳ You and Nika never fought like this. She says she’s “fine,” but you know her too well. And this time, “fine” is the quiet kind of angry—the kind that’s hiding something deeper.

⤷ My Girl

↳ The UConn team doesn’t know you and Nika are dating, so when you show up to practice with her forgotten gear, they assume you’re just some fine stranger walking into the gym.

⤷ Court. (Puns. PB, CC, NM)

Kk Arnold x You

⤷ Why Are You Like This

↳ You’re chaotic. Like “biting your straw on Live while asking if aliens invented Bluetooth” chaotic. KK knew this when she started dating you.

⤷ Cart Crimes

↳ It was supposed to be a chill Target run. But with KK Arnold, nothing’s ever normal.

~~~~~~~~~~~ ✦ LVA ✦ ~~~~~~~~~~~

⤷ So… Y’all Don’t Pass the Ball?

↳ You’re a soccer player, just trying to do a cute little crossover promo with the WNBA’s most unserious duo: Sydney Colson and Theresa Plaisance. But between Sydney asking why your shorts are “so long for no reason” and Theresa claiming kickball as athletic experience

~~~~~~~~~~~ ✦ NYL ✦ ~~~~~~~~~~~

⤷ Extra Cheese, No Peace

↳ You’re a med student barely surviving midterms. She’s the face of the Liberty. You meet at a pizza joint on a sunny New York day—and somehow, she ends up being the first breath of fresh air you’ve had in weeks.

#wnba #masterlist #wbb #juju watkins x reader #caitlin clark x reader #kate martin x reader #paige bueckers x reader #flaujae johnson x reader #azzi fudd x reader #kk arnold x reader #diana taurasi x reader #Sydney Folsom x reader #you are gay #you get the idea

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katamari-of-luv · 2 months ago

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Every new Spamton Sweepstakes page I've found so far:

(Spoilers if you want to find them for yourself! If I missed something, feel free to add on!)

Clicking the "What's next?" link at the bottom of the main page takes you to /chapter3/, which simply reads "Not applicable." and has an ellipsis for a page title. UPDATE: Holding down the left arrow on your keyboard on this page causes the word "But..." to slide in from the right side of the screen.

Manually inputting /chapter1/ yields the same result (notably without the "But..." -- thank you rollingdanielle for pointing this out), while /chapter2/ reads "Applicable." instead. /chapter4/ has a red pixel slowly fade in at the center of the screen. Clicking that takes you to /chapter4/message/, which appears the same at first glance but actually contains several hidden links under the red pixel:

These link to one of two different six-second audio files: e.mp3 ("fading in" sound effect?) and m.mp3 ("fading out"?). I would love to hear it if anyone else finds a way to translate the "message". The placements of e's and m's don't appear to coincide with either binary or Morse code, but I could very well have missed something. Perhaps something Wingdings-related but I'm only a third of the way done with writing this post and that would be my fifth time pausing to puzzle out this one page. Maybe later.

UPDATE: HOLY SHIT. This comes from convobreaker on Bluesky's very informative thread. The layout of the audio file links correspond to a QWERTY keyboard, and the m.mp3 links match up to letters that can be unscrambled to spell /chapter4/thankyou/. The page is titled "How long did it take her to smile?" and presents you with two boxes to input text and a button to confirm. Pressing it with nothing in either box or anything but a valid email address in the first displays the text "Unknown contact." Pressing it with only a valid email address in the first box gives you the hint "She never smiled?" Filling the first box with an email address and the second with anything at all replaces everything with text reading "Thank you." Presumably the correct answer will send you a response.

On that note, /chapter5/ (titled "back") sends you here:

1 is unclickable, 2 takes you to d.mp3, a six-second drum and organ loop (that I could swear I've heard before-- can anyone identify it?) (UPDATE: Thank you to vividviolence and rollingdanielle! It plays before fighting Berdly for the second and final time in the Snowgrave or Weird Route, and may imply the "Applicable/Not Applicable" text refers to whether a Weird Route is possible in a given chapter.), 3 leads to ma.mp3, a warbling sound effect that fades out towards the end, 4 takes you back to /chapter4/, and 5 is h.mp3, a short acoustic guitar-like clip. It seems like manually inputting any "chapter" pages past 5 only takes you to room-dogcheck (they don't redirect, just display the little white dog).

Upon returning to the main page, clicking the "glitches and secrets Web Ring" banner, and continuing through to the /egg/ page via the "clues" link, a new link can be found embedded in the words "secret cats". /rain/ is another of Noelle's private journal entries, regarding the time she invited Catti over to play a "sillyriffic" Cat Petters minigame together. As per usual, she reminisces on seeing things in video games nobody else is able to replicate (but suspects Kris of knowing about it this time?) The "try it yourself" text leads to a playable version of this minigame at /rarecats/. The green dancing cats bouncing around the screen award points when clicked in accordance with the rarity scale on /rain/. An "angel wing" cat causes a stained glass window to appear onscreen and fade after a few seconds. Clicking that in time brings you to /windows/, a page titled "Aren't you forgetting something?" containing many instances of the same window sprite repeated over and over.

Each window links to a different combination of the same six words. Every page except one brings you to /room-dogcheck/. The correct combination, /lostwheretheforestwouldgrow/, leads to a page titled "ROOTS" which displays a blue tree that slowly floats up and down. It plays a single somber piano note the first three times it's clicked, then sends you back to /windows/.

UPDATE: Thank you to theyloy for tipping me off to this! Clicking the tree three times actually takes you to /window/ with no S. All the windows but one are now scrambled versions of the phrase /thepoorchildren/. Clicking and dragging to "draw" on this page, titled "Therapy", for long enough eventually reveals the red tree the man who gives you eggs hides behind, and clicking that links back to /egg/.

And last but not least, there's a new clickable area in /ramb/. The red desk at the front of the swanky, inviting green room now leads to /romb/, a silent set of wooden doors with the page title "No one will shed a tear for him." Clicking on them plays a door-opening sound effect and causes the screen to go black for a moment, then this text appears:

The text cannot be highlighted, and clicking either of the empty spaces plays the ma.mp3 sound effect associated with Chapter 3 via the /chapter4/message/ page discussed earlier in the post. This is wholly conjecture, but it may be of note that the spaces appear to be the right size to contain the word "egg".

UPDATE: Thank you once again to rollingdanielle! After clicking the door, but before the text appears, you can ctrl+A to click an invisible button floating around the screen. Doing so changes the page title to "You can never defeat us!!! Let's rumble!", plays ma.mp3, and then redirects to /chapter3/. This text could possibly be used in the Lanino and Elnina fight, as the speaker refers to fighting alongside at least one other person and "rumble" could be a pun on thunderstorms.

With that, I've listed off everything I know! Again, you're welcome to reply or reblog with anything I may have missed. Just one more month and Deltarune will be Tomorrow...

#luvletter4u.txt #Deltarune #Spamton Sweepstakes #Deltarune Chapter 3 #UTDR #I don't know how else to tag this LOL #Very different from my usual posts but this game does something very unusual to my brain

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simdertalia · 1 month ago

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✨🤘 Band Merch Set 🤘✨

Sims 4, base game compatible | 24 items 💗

This set is brought to you by the lovely patrons who voted in this month's poll, I hope you enjoy! 💗

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Use the 0-9 keys to raise or lower items to your liking. This & bb.moveobjects are needed for placing the objects that go "on" the display separator. Raise them to desired height, hold down alt and move them right into place accurately, wherever you want!

Use the scale up & down feature on your keyboard to make the items larger or smaller to your liking. If you have a non-US keyboard, it may be different keys depending on which alphabet it uses.

Download below, all in a zip file or pick & choose!

Type “band merch" into the search query in build mode to find quickly. You can always find items like this, just begin typing the title and it will appear.

As always, please let me know if you have any issues! Happy Simming! 💗

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unknownplane · 8 months ago

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The Court Jester Part 3

Yandere Batfam x GN Reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 4, Pt. 5

The Joker came closer, almost inspecting the job (Y/N) had done. His eyes run over the Bat.

"Good job with the knots, my little Jester. That will keep him there for as long as we want!" The Joker exclaimed with a large grin. "Now, how did you get him here so fast! I must know!"

"I can't tell you, Dad! It would ruin the game. And we love the game!" (Y/N) explained. (Y/N) went up to the Joker and side hugged him. Bruce saw this and started struggling.

"What have you done to them! They said you 'Trained' them! I know you! Tell me now!" Bruce screamed.

The Joker's smile widened as he saw the Bat struggle. "Peanut, would you be so kind and get your dad something to drink? I am absolutely parched." The Joker said with honeyed words.

"Of course, dad!" (Y/N) said, jumping at the opportunity to please their dad. They ran out of the room hoping to get a drink as fast as possible.

"Look at them. I'm so proud of their growth. You know they were so sad when I first met them. They were only 5. They were looking for someone to talk to. Can you believe it, Bruce Wayne, ignoring one of his own while still taking in new kids. Can you imagine how that felt?!" Joker laughed unknowingly rubbing salt in Bruce's wounds.

"It was perfect, you know. Them being in such dire need of affection and not caring who it came from! A perfect opportunity for me to step in and take them away! At first, they resisted. Fought so hard not to succumb! They even called out for you. Did you know that!?" Joker confessed, stunning Bruce. Even after all he did, you still called out to him? You called for your dad, your real dad.

"It took a while to get them like this. Lots of training. Brutal, really. Though nothing I haven't done to you and your birds, just in a shorter period of time." Joker stated as if he was talking about weather and not torture. This shocked Bruce, remembering all the things the Joker did to his family. "How are they alive?!" Batman questioned.

"That's the funny thing, Bat! No matter what I did to them, they wouldn't die! They would get injured, but only a few seconds would pass, and then it would completely heal! I even cut off an arm, and as you can see, they have both now! Amazing, isn't it!" The Joker exclaimed. This stunned Bruce. (M/N)'s child was Meta? No. He would have noticed.

"Now, what is taking that child so long?" The Joker said brazenly.

With (Y/N)...

(Y/N) scrambled around looking for a bottle of water when someone came up behind them. They were suddenly grabbed and restrained. "The fuck!" (Y/N) exclaimed. "Relax it's just me. I'm here to save you." Jason whispered assuming (Y/N) would stop fighting when they heard it was him. (Y/N) struggled to move surprising Jason giving them a little wiggle room. (Y/N) jabbed their elbow into Jason's stomach pushing him back into a coughing fit.

With Jason off them, they turned around. "You aren't supposed to be here, Hood." (Y/N) stated glaring. They move their hands to their hip and pull out a small stick. They hit a button, and it enlarges to become a marotte.

(Y/N) swings at Jason as he tries to dodge, not wanting to hurt his sibling. This goes on until something pierces (Y/N) in the back of their nape. They start slowing down until they pass out.

"Took you long enough." Jason said flatly, going over to (Y/N). "They were putting up more of a fight than we all thought. I needed to get a clean shot." Damian claimed. He was lying to himself. He just wanted to assess how his older sibling fought, and from what he could tell, if they were taking this fight seriously, it wouldn't have ended well. "Let's just get them out of here. The others are waiting." Jason said, knowing that when he got to the manor, he would finally get to be the sibling they needed.

Giddy, he picked them up as if they were the most precious thing in the world and started leaving. "I'll go help dad." Damian said flatly as it seemed like a chore.

With Batman...

"Why? Why would you do those horrible things to a child?!" Bruce questioned. "For fun." The Joker spoke with a wolfish smile.

The door crept open, catching Bruce's eye. He saw his youngest creeping in the room. "You know I believe this is one of the only instances in which I would be willing to kill you." Bruce said, letting Damian he had permission to try and kill the Joker. "Really! I pushed you to that level with this one joke!? How wonderful! I will have to keep this in mind for later! Now, if only that bra -" a sudden gunshot stopped the Joker from finishing his sentence.

Blood rushed from the left side of Joker's face as he fell to the ground dead. "Where is your sibling?!" Bruce questioned with urgency. "They are on their way home with Hood. If we leave right now, we should be able to get there at the same time." Damian informed Bruce. "Good now untie me so we can leave. Your siblings got a mean knot." Bruce commanded.

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#yandere batfam #yandere x reader #gn reader #yandere #yandere batfam x reader #yandere dc #platonic yandere

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vanteguccir · 1 year ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTIKTOK TRENDS³ * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　4 times that Y/N and Matt made a couple's trend on tiktok.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　part 1 || part 2 || part 4 || part 5

Y/N sat on Matt's lap, who was sitting on his gaming chair, stretching her torso so that she could reach her phone that was on the computer desk.

The TikTok camera screen was already open and ready to start recording. The girl quickly clicked the red button before settling on Matt's thighs, smiling slightly.

Matt's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to his body so that her back was pressed firmly against his chest.

"Hi guys! After many requests from you, today, Matt will finally tell how we started our relationship." She explained to the camera while gesturing.

"That's right! Well, as you already know we grew up in the same neighborhood-" Matt stopped his sentence when his eyes focused on Y/N through the phone screen, seeing her upper lip stuck above her teeth, forming a beaver smile. "Babe, are you okay?" He moved slightly away from her, leaning to his left side so he could see her side profile up close.

"Yes, why?" Y/N dropped her expression, looking back at him with a frown as if he were crazy.

"Nothing." He shook his head, raising his eyebrows before returning to his starting position. "So, Mary Lou knew Y/N's mom-" Matt stopped abruptly when he saw her making the same face out of the corner of his eye.

The boy took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily while shaking his head before looking at her phone, about to speak again.

Y/N quickly returned with the weird smile, looking at him from the corner of her eyes as she swallowed her laugh.

"Y/N, stop! I'm trying to tell the story!" Matt spoke, his tone coming out slightly irritated. His hands grabbed his girlfriend's waist and pushed her slightly forward, making her sit on his knees. "So, she was always in my house just like I was in hers. We were inseparable-"

"Yes!" Y/N nodded repeatedly, opening a huge smile.

"Oh my God... You're going to give me nightmares if you keep this up." Matt sighed deeply.

"But I'm not doing anything!" The girl replied, noticing him starting to get upset.

"You be like-" He imitated the huge smile before rolling his eyes. "Are you making fun of my smile because of my big teeth?"

"What? Baby, of course not. I'm-" Y/N interrupted her sentence when she saw Matt's eyes take on a sad look, looking at her seriously while pressing his lips into a thin line. "Babe, no! I love your smile more than anything." She insisted, tilting her upper body to the side so she could see him over her shoulder.

"But then why do you keep doing this?" Matt looked up at her again, his tone full of insecurity, a frown decorating his face.

"Oh my love, it's just a prank! I love your smile, I promise. No wonder I compliment it all the time." Y/N moved so that she was sitting sideways on Matt's lap, raising her hands to his face, cupping his jaw affectionately.

"Hm..." He muttered, looking at the camera for a second before focusing on her face, a small smile growing on his lips. "I'll finish telling it with you like this now then." Matt raised his right hand, pressing his palm against his girlfriend's lips jokingly.

Y/N threw her head back, letting out a loud laugh, feeling relief to see her boy happy again.

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"I'm dating a triplet, of course most of our dates will be interrupted by one of his brothers." Y/N spoke to the front camera of her phone, before double clicking on the screen so that the back one recorded her boyfriend, Matt, and his brother, Chris, sitting on the other side of the table, side by side.

Chris had an almost childish smile on his face and bright eyes, his hand resting on the table; while Matt had a look of boredom, his head resting in the palm of his hand, which was held up by his elbow on the wooden surface.

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"I'm dating a triplet, of course I'm going to have to fight with the younger triplet every time only to be able to sit in the front seat." Y/N spoke again to the front camera of her cell so that it caught her figure sitting in the passenger seat.

Her hand moved, causing the camera to catch Chris sitting on the seat behind her, his face showing an angry look with his arms crossed against his chest, Nick's laugh sounding in the background.

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"I'm dating a triplet, of course one of the other two is my best friend." Y/N spoke to the front camera, smiling as she moved her hand so the lens caught Nick.

The boy was sitting next to her on the bed in her shared room with Matt, his legs crossed on the mattress and several snacks surrounding him.

Nick lifted his face that was focused on his own phone, turning it towards the camera and opening a big smile. He raised his right hand, making the peace sign, before a laugh escaped his lips.

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"I'm dating a triplet, of course people ask me which one is my boyfriend." Y/N spoke to her phone.

A chuckle escaped her lips as Matt's head appeared next to hers, his right eyebrow raised in confrontation.

"It's me, guys!"

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"I'm dating a triplet, of course Matt and I have to go out at any time of the day with the car to pick up Chris or Nick from some appointment they had." Y/N spoke again, smiling and moving her hand so that the front camera of her cell caught Matt, who was driving with a concentrated look on his face.

The brunette hit the brakes seconds after, parking the car on the side of the street, turning to his girlfriend and playfully rolling his eyes at the camera, nodding his head.

Y/N double-clicked on the screen, recording the sidewalk with the rear camera, showing Nick and Chris with backpacks on their backs and looking around, searching for them with their eyes.

Her and Matt's laughter sounded from behind the phone before the TikTok ended.

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"Had to tell her that dick off-limits. I hop on it at night, I'm a menace"

Y/N had her back to the closed closet doors in her shared room with Matt. Her right hand was raised and supporting her phone horizontally, so that the front camera recorded from her collarbone upwards.

The room's lights were dimmed, and only the LED lights were lit in a reddish color.

The girl lipsynched the lyrics, smirking as she stared at her phone screen, her red lip gloss shining with the movements of her lips.

"Uh, uh, yeah, he gets to strokin; ooh, how I love when he chokin' me"

Her hand moved up and down almost imperceptibly, following the three opening moans of the last lyrics.

Matt's tattooed arm appeared in the frame, exactly at the height of her shoulders. His large hand encircled her neck perfectly, just like a necklace. His fingers pressed against her skin hard enough that it was apparent he was doing it.

Y/N opened her lips slightly, smirking before catching her bottom lip between her teeth. She threw a wink at the camera before the TikTok ended.

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Y/N leaned her upper body forward slightly, positioning her phone on the computer desk in her shared room with Matt, clicking the red button on the TikTok recording screen.

She straightened her body, standing next to her boyfriend.

Matt had his arms crossed, his posture straight and his face with a slightly confused look. His blue eyes flicked from the camera to Y/N and back, waiting for her to do what she wanted, even if he didn't know what it was.

"If you want to get to him, you have to go through me first." Y/N spoke to the camera, raising her eyebrows in confrontation as she pointed at Matt with the thumb of her left hand.

The brunette pressed his lips into a thin line, holding back his laughter while frowning in confusion, his blue eyes focusing on his girlfriend's figure through the phone screen.

The girl turned towards him, approaching his body and standing on tiptoe. Matt quickly understood what she wanted to do, shaking his head in amusement before lowering it so that their faces were close.

Y/N sealed their lips in a simple kiss, pulling away seconds after and returning to her previous position.

"He's the best big brother ever." She added, crossing her arms and raising her chin with a snobbish look.

"Babe, what the fuck?" Matt's voice came out high-pitched, his eyes widening comically as he raised his arms in ecstasy, taking a few steps back, almost tripping over his own feet.

"Oh, yeah. She's our lost sister." The sound of Chris's voice sounded from the door, he having heard them as he passed through the hallway that led to their bedroom, heading towards the kitchen.

Y/N threw her head back, her mouth opening as loud laughter escaped from her throat.

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