#as he put his headphones back on to continue watching another one of her videos

[gimmeacupcake]

Uhm... so ... my ex?boyfriend that I still live with until he graduates in October (and hopefully goes on to find a job soon so he can move out) is starting to blackpill himself with questionable relationship and men's issues content on yt

and also refuses to sit down and talk about my problems with the kinda content he watches

This worries me.

[pookietv]

number one fan | george clarke

this was requested! and i couldn't resist the end lmao so !!

george had always been supportive. he liked to consider himself his friends biggest fans, always turning up to whatever may be important to them, from arthur's tours, to his home friends graduations, he always wanted to be there and be able to show his pride in the people in his life.

so when he began dating a singer, it was to no one's surprise that he became the biggest fan out there.

your music a staple of the household, to the point where an intervention was called by arthur and chris.

"geooooorge can we not put on different music now?" chris said with a slight smile on his face as he rolled his eyes jokingly.

"you know we love y/n's music but george, this is a little excessive," arthur agreed, giggling to himself a little.

"just let this song finish! its the best one," he protested whilst cooking at the kitchen island, earning a joking groan from arthur.

"i'm convinced that just by living in this house we may know her lyrics better then she knows them," chris laughed, and george just shrugged with a mockingly innocent look.

when you first got signed by a manager, changing from original songs uploaded to youtube to a real publishing plan.

"george?" you grinned to yourself as you went into his room, having been let in by arthur, seeing him sat at his desk, seeing you and pulling his headphones off his head.

"hey, you! didn't know you were coming around today," he said, standing to press a quick kiss to your hairline, and you could barely stop yourself grinning at him like the cheshire cat.

"what's that look for?" he asked as he pulled away, quirking his head slightly as a small smile approached his face too.

"i got offered to be signed! by a real label! they actually want me to be under their label!" you practically babbled out, watching george's grin grow wider before wrapping you in a hug, practically lifting you from the ground.

"no way! that's amazing, darling," he muffled into your hair, his arms around your torso only wrapping tighter, "i'm so so so proud," he beamed, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

"thank you george," you smiled back, your cheeks glazed with red, "you've been so supportive, and i appreciate it so much,"

"so, now can i convince you to write a whole album about your biggest fan?" he teased, and you playfully pushed his chest.

"well, maybe i could write a song for arthur, i mean he was so lovely letting me open for his tour, he definitely has been a loyal fan..." you teased in return, pretending to ponder, causing george to mock pout.

"hey, hello, i am your biggest fan you muppet!"

when your first album released, and it was all george could yap about for at least a month afterwards.

when he featured on his bach and arthur's podcast? practically the first thing to leave his mouth.

"yeah, so i've not been up to too much, y/n was really busy recently so we decided now she's done and the album's released, we might try and go away somewhere - the album's out now on all streaming platforms! go listen, she's brill," he says with a cheesy grin on his face.

"what was the timer on george mentioning y/n there? under five minutes?" bach laughed, george's face going slightly red as he shrugged.

"it is a good album, in his defence," arthur laughed a little.

when he's in one of chris' videos? practically every goal he scored was backdropped by the beat change of one of your songs.

"if you miss this one, we're not letting you aux the flat for a week," chris chided with a grin, and george rolled his eyes as he placed the ball down, lining it up and kicking it in.

"see? he's the biggest fan around! the second the thought of not playing y/n's new album 24/7 is unthinkable to george," arthur laughed, before continuing, "i don't even live with you guys and i think i've heard y/n's music more times then i have actually met her in person."

going to your first big concert?

you had offered him to be backstage, but he had said no - of course he wanted to be in the front, seeing you perform like he was anyone else, he wanted to see you properly, from the floor.

"you're sure you don't wanna be backstage?" you had asked him on facetime earlier that day, when you were already at the venue for sound checks but he had assured you no.

"we're all coming in the pit, we've gotta see it like a normal concert!" he grinned down the phone, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"you at least gonna stand at the back so you guys don't get like, mobbed or squashed or something? 'cause people might ask for photos," you said, slightly concerned for him, but he just shook his head.

"we can take photos afterwards with whoever wants one - i'm not standing at the back and barely seeing anything just cause some people may try and be rude and take photos with us whilst you're performing, that's not fair to you," he hummed slightly down the phone, "plus, chris wouldn't be able to see from the back and you know that," he laughed a little at his own joke

you cracked a small smile as you shook your head, "you're so stubborn, george, you know that?"

and when he showed up to the concert, with both of the arthurs and chris, all stood as close to the front as they could be, and before you could even notice anything else, you saw george's shit eating grin at his shirt, which he wore in a teasing sort of pride, that just said 'i fucked the singer', and as he saw your eyes roll, you could hear his laugh from the crowd.

[yuna542]

💫Drabble Challenge💫

~Unbelievable~

By @marked-unknown

Pairing: Han x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, Angst, Sexualising, Mentions of Sex, Swearing

Word Count: 5.8k

Note: I know it’s cheesy and cliché but I couldn’t help myself. Would love to be forced into a long bus drive with Han. ^^

Join my <Challenge>

„He reminds me of this annoying (but very charming) kid in a bus that tries to make you laugh when all you want to do is listen to your sad, depressing emo songs, pretend like you are in a sad music video and read your book (like Picture of Dorian Gray or some french poetry). You are stuck in that bus for couple of hours and there he is - making jokes, giving you snacks, making stupid faces, asking you to read the book out loud for him and so on, until he succeeds and you laugh and talk to him.“

"This seat is taken!" you snapped at the young man with the light hazelnut hair and unnaturally cute face who was about to push aside your bag on the seat next to you. Almost in a panic, you had your arm pressed down on the pile and were glaring at him in warning.

"Really? I don't see anyone here..." he replied dryly, sliding the headphones off his ears so they were around his neck.

You were getting angry again just looking at him. Han Jisung was the most annoying person on the planet, and after a day like this, exactly the last thing you needed.

"Just sit somewhere else!" you hissed at him and he just snorted and dropped onto the pair of seats in front of you where he put his backpack down, only to turn back to you and continue to annoy you, even though all you wanted was your peace and a quiet bus ride to feel sorry for yourself.

The day was already shitty enough, you didn't need his help to make things worse. In fact he did already enough.

"Are you mad about the suitcase? I didn't do it on purpose," he started a conversation with you again, while you pointedly pulled out your airpods and put one in your ear to finally block out his voice.

„It is your own fault. You should have just let me help but you're always so stubborn..."

You sighed in annoyance and put the other headphone in your ear as well. Then you picked a song on your phone. Han finally turned back to the front, apparently having finally realized that you weren't in the mood to talk to him. You looked out of the bus window and watched the other passengers who loaded their suitcases into the bus and also looked for seats. It was already noon, although the bus should start early at 10. Everything was running late and you could only hope to arrive at the hotel in time to try on your dress and prepare for the bachelor party. Otherwise you wouldn't get much sleep tonight. Your best friend was getting married tomorrow and you were the main bridesmaid in charge of planning the party. However, it all took place at a resort by the sea and the bus ride there took several hours. She didn't tell you until the last second that Jisung, her annoying big brother, would also be traveling with you. She knew exactly that you didn't get along very well. When he stood on the platform and waved to you, you would have liked to throw your suitcase right onto the road and yourself right after. Your nerves were already strained and a bus ride of several hours with Jisung sounded like hell. However, this was for your best friend and so you had swallowed your frustration and had been silently putting your suitcase away when he suddenly grabbed it. You ripped it back and had looked at him uncomprehendingly.

"For God's sake let go of the suitcase Jisung!"

"Let me help you," he said, and what should have been a friendly gesture, today made you go full crazy.

"I can do this by myself! Hands off!"

You tried to snatch the suitcase out of his hands again, but he was just as stubborn as you and always trying to tease you to the edge of bursting. Another reason why you probably had friction again and again. He continued to hold the suitcase, trying to pry it out of your hands.

"Just give it to me! Don't be like that!"

By now you were being eyed by the other passengers and the conversations around you died down as you fought like wild dogs over the suitcase, like the last bit of meat.

"Fucking let go you idiot!" you shouted, shoving the suitcase at him with a jerk so that it slammed against his chest. You're face was already glowing with embarrassment.

"I'm just trying to be nice, you ungrateful crumb!" he grumbled back, and as you both ripped at the suitcase at the same time, the clasp snapped and the zipper ripped open with a loud rattling sound. In a whirl of chaos and colorful fabric, the entire contents of your suitcase spilled out onto the dirty floor and you froze, stunned and on the verge of screaming out loud. Jisung's eyes were as big as plates, stammering something akin to an apology, while the other people around you began to murmur and whisper. You wanted to sink to the ground in shame, scream at Jisung or punch him in the face, but instead you just knelt down in a panic and tried to stuff your things back into the suitcase with your head buzzing. Because of the stress, you only noticed after a few seconds that Jisung was also kneeling next to you and collecting your things.

He didn't dare to say anything, until he held a red lace bra in his hands and actually pulled out the matching panties.

"Holy shit... What are you up to with these?" he asked with the more than erotic thong in his hand, which was basically all lace. He opened his mouth to say something stupid again, looking at you incredulously, but by then you were already ripping your underwear out of his hands and throwing them into the suitcase with the last pair of pants, and slammed it shut emphatically.

Without looking at him again, you had boarded the bus until he finally stood next to you again to get on your nerves.

As the bus began to move, you breathed a quiet sigh of relief and leaned your head against the window. While Lana Del Ray sang the sad melodies through your headphones and you watched the landscape go by, you tried to sink deeper and deeper into your melancholic mood. Because that's exactly what you needed right now. You had every right to gaze dreamily out the windows like in a movie and mourn over the crappy day.

"What are you listening to?"

Annoyed, you groaned as Jisung pushed his head between his two seats before you and eyed you curiously with his sparkling eyes. When you didn't answer, but stubbornly continued to look out the window so you wouldn't have to keep looking at that cute face, you felt his penetrating gaze continue on you.

"Aren't you going to talk to me? I asked you a question. Babe don't ignore me. You know that's useless..."

You tried to just tune him out, but this became more difficult with every second he stared through the seats with puffy cheeks and pouted lips, making you blush whyever. So you couldn't concentrate on the song, or your gloomy mood.

"Are you bored, Ji? Don't you have something better to do than annoy me?" you sighed, and the fact that you were finally talking to him he was clearly chalking up as a win.

"Actually, the battery in my headphones died... So I wanted to make a little conversation. And I'm bored."

You should have guessed.

Jisung has never been able to sit still except when he was asleep or listening to music. He always had to do something. Singing, dancing, or just talking nonsense. He had always been like that. Full of energy and charm. Never to be stopped and always with his head through the wall.

"Sounds like a personal problem. Then find someone else to annoy," you said, and he just grinned wryly.

"I only know you here though and you're always so cute when you're angry. Yes! Exactly like that, when you scrunch your nose like that!"

Quickly you averted your eyes, swallowed and tried to get rid of the rising heat from your cheeks. He was driving you increasingly insane. How you could endure five more hours with him was a mystery to you. Only an hour later, you were engrossed in your book. Jisung had fallen asleep. Thank God. Although the book was really good and you enjoyed the quiet moments, you kept catching yourself peeking between the seats and when you smiled at the sight of the dozing idiot, you quickly shook your head and averted your eyes again. He looked really cute when he was this quiet. His long eyelashes cast dark crescents on his cheeks and his plush lips were slightly pouted in sleep.

You tried to focus on the book again. It was a really sensual book. Full of romance, betrayal and a whole lot of eroticism. You were in your own world, the letters blurred into pictures before your eyes and you were completely absorbed in the story. Just as things were getting heated, you flinched violently as Jisung's voice suddenly tore through the film in your mind like a bolt of lightning and threw you back into reality. Suddenly you were back on the rattling bus full of strangers and your annoying companion.

"What are you reading?"

"A book. I know you probably don't know what that is," you replied a little meaner than you really wanted to. You didn't know yourself why you were projecting your anger and disappointment of the last days onto him, but he didn't really make it easy for you either.

Jisung tilted his head to read the title and the back of the book.

"You can read it to me..."

Suddenly he got wide-eyed and you already rolled your eyes, because you knew exactly what was coming now.

"Is this an erotic novel?" he exclaimed louder than necessary. The old couple in the seats next to you looked at you disturbed and the moment you embarrassedly looked around he used and snatched the book out of your hand. Much too late you jumped up and grabbed just the air. He stretched so that you couldn't reach him over the seats and read the page you had just been on.

"Give me that!" you hissed in panic, knowing exactly what he was reading. The scene was hot, violent, and in fact filthy porn.

"What the hell! This kind of things exist in books?", it escaped Jisung and he couldn't take his eyes off the page.

"Jisung! Please!" you pleaded, and by now you were bent over the back of the seat.

He looked at you, grinning at the desperation on your face. You were embarrassed and never wanted to look him in the eye again.

"Is that what you're into? With bondage and spanking?" he asked a little more softly, one eyebrow raised provocatively but he sounded genuinely interested.

"Shit, that's not funny..." you mumbled, and that's when he finally let you take the book out of his hands. As fast as you could you stowed it away in your bag. By now he was sitting turned around again in his seat right in front of you and had his arms crossed over the backrest.

"I remember when my sister and you were secretly watching 50 Shades of Grey and got caught. Your face was just as red then," he smirked, poking your cheek with his finger.

"Shut up!" you whispered, dejected by the shame. Quickly, you crossed your arms and looked out the window again. It was afternoon by now. In a few hours you would finally arrive and then you could avoid him. The rumbling in your stomach, while he continued to look at you with glittering eyes and without averting his gaze, became worse and worse. That's when he held out a bag of chips to you, but you declined, shaking your head.

"What's wrong?" he finally asked, causing you to look up. Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes, you frowned in confusion.

"Huh?" was the only thing you could get out. His face was so close to yours that you could see the golden speckles in the chocolate brown of his eyes. Even up close, he was unnervingly attractive.

"Why have you been in such a bad mood all day? You never turn down snacks. What happened?"

"I'm not," you replied quickly. Too quickly. You've always been lousy at lying and Jisung knew you too long to fall for it.

"Oh yeah, so you're always this mean?" he asked, resting his cheek on the back of his hand that was laying on the backrest.

His open curiosity without any condemnation, made you sigh. Why would you lie? You could tell him. Maybe he would laugh at you, but then at least you would have gotten it off your chest.

"I got stood up. I had a date yesterday and he didn't show up."

Han tapped his finger thoughtfully on the blue cushion.

"Maybe he had a good reason," he considered, and that he was trying to cheer you up made you smile.

"It was the third time..."

Directly he got big eyes and pulled his eyebrows together.

"Oh," he mumbled, not knowing what to say to that. Just like you. It was humiliating to wait a whole hour in that cafe just to get a curt message without a explanation. Again.

You looked down at your hands kneading them in your lap, lost in thought.

"I really thought this time it would work out... He was really nice and attentive at first. Turned out he just wanted to sleep with me. I'm so sick of men."

Jisung looked at you concerned and pressed his lips together.

"Yeah... Unfortunately, many men are really too stupid to realize what they're missing. Even if it's right in front of them."

When you looked at him, a bit confused, he averted his eyes and quickly looked out the window. There was a strange tension in the air that you found hard to describe. Like the smell that hung in the air after a thunderstorm.

It sounded like there was more to the words than Jisung wanted to admit, but you were probably just imagining it. Silently, you looked out the window as well, trying not to look in his direction too often, which was becoming increasingly difficult. You had never noticed how handsome he actually was. Friends of yours and his sister's had often said it, raved about Jisung and his charm, but you had always been immune to it. Probably because you grew up so close and he got on your nerves most of the time. But right now you felt this attraction that everyone always described.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you stopped at the next stop and some people got off and others got on. An old lady stopped next to Jisung and pointed to the empty seat besides him and you. Her husband was right behind her.

"Excuse me, are the seats free?"

Jisung smiled his brightest smile directly and before you understood what he was about to do, he said:

"Of course. You can sit here together. I can just sit with my friend."

He gathered his things and came to you, but you just stared at him in bewilderment. Only when the lady and her husband took a seat and said:

"Thank you very much."

You reluctantly pulled your bag from the seat so he could sit down. Now he had made it after all and ignoring him was much harder when he was sitting right next to you.

"You're unbelievable..." you mumbled and he crossed his arms behind his head, leaning back and getting comfortable so his legs pressed against yours.

"I know. I'm amazing," he said with his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his lips.

"That wasn't a compliment...", you replied, but he pretended not to hear it. Shaking your head, you had to force back a smile with all your might. Why did he make you laugh when you really wanted to be angry? So you put your headphones back in your ears and turned the volume up really loud. After a few minutes, he pressed his leg against yours, but you ignored it, trying to ignore the flattering in your chest, but he didn't stop and put a hand on your thigh to squeeze it. Since you were only wearing a skirt, you got goosebumps directly when you felt his warm hand closed directly around your bare skin. Questioningly you looked at him.

"Can I listen too?"

Directly you tried to look unimpressed, even though your heart was beating harder and harder against your ribs. From the moment he sat next to you, you smelled his scent, which had clouded your mind. He smelled like fresh soap, pungent aftershave, and even a bit of lavender. It wasn't fair that he was so perfect.

"No!" you said quickly. You didn't want him to make fun of your taste in music. Just as he was about to answer something, a message lit up on your display. You couldn't stop him from reading it, and your stomach hurt again when you saw the name of the asshole you thought had liked you.

„Sorry I couldn't make it. Want to come over tonight?“

Angrily you threw your head against the back of your seat and took a deep breath to keep from bursting into tears again.

"That asshole... I'm good enough to fuck," you said in agony, and Han looked at you silently for a few seconds before holding out his hand in demand.

"Give me that."

"Why?"

"Just trust me."

A little suspiciously, you frowned but then handed him your unlocked phone. What else did you have to lose?

That's when he opened the camera and set it to selfie mode. Then he held it up so you could both be seen. Directly he put an arm around you, pulled you to his chest until you were nestled against him. Completely perplexed you looked up at him and there he pressed the shutter. His touch made everything inside of you go muddled. You didn't even manage to form a sentence, especially when he didn't take his arm off you, but scrolled through the pictures he had taken with a smile. His fingers left a trail of heat on your ribs.

"What are you doing?" you asked meekly, completely confused by the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You looked cute in the pictures.... In fact, like a... Couple.

"That's not enough," he mused aloud, holding up his phone again to snap a selfie. Then he looked into your eyes so intensely it made your throat choke. He smelled so impossibly good that you almost buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"If we're going to get back at him, we are going to do it right, yea?"

His body was so warm and close and his lips just centimeters away from yours. Suddenly it was like there was no one but you on the bus. Perplexed, you looked up at him and his smile before he pulled your chin closer with his fingers, bridging the last distance, made your heart explode. It took you an eternity to realize his lips were on yours. He kissed you gently, carefully, but so lovingly that your entire body began to tingle. His lips were soft, tasting like chocolate. No better than chocolate. Before you could return the kiss, it was already over. Completely surprised, you could only stare. As if nothing had happened and it was the most normal thing in the world to kiss your sister's best friend, he scrolled through the pictures he had taken during the kiss and showed them to you.

"The picture is a bit blurry we should do it again..." he said with a teasing grin and finally you found your voice again. His eyes were glued to your lips and you gasped as he ran his thumb over your chin and you felt his breath bounce against your lips again, as he leaned forward again.

"Ji!" it escaped you and you pushed him back a little your hand against his chest to get some distance between you. You desperately needed your mind back and with him so close to you, that was impossible. So all you could think about was kissing him again. He made a funny face and dropped back into the seat, chuckling as he typed a message. Then he handed you the phone again and waited for your reaction when you saw the picture and read the message he sent in addition. The pic was hot... He seemed to be all over you, touching you greedy and heated. When you read the message und smiled softly.

„Sorry bro she's already busy. Should have treated her better...“

It was perfect. Thus the ass would realize that you didn't need him and didn't care about him at all. That you weren't a toy he could exploit for his pleasure whenever he wanted. Besides, Jisung also looked insanely hot in the picture holding you, his hair a mess and the tank top showing a bit of his trained figure.

"Thanks..." you said then, unable to suppress a grin of satisfaction. He smiled too and nudged you with his shoulder against yours.

"You're welcome. You shouldn't be hanging out with guys like that. They don't deserve you..." he said and took out his chips bag again, from which you took a whole handful and shoved it into your mouth. Suddenly everything didn't matter and your bad mood fizzled out. All thanks to Jisung.

"But with you or what?" you asked chewing and he watched you with raised eyebrows.

"Well, sure. I'm great! I can sing, play guitar, rap, and I'm gold at League of Legends. What more could you ask for?"

This time, you actually laughed. It was an honest, chuckling laugh, and Jisung beamed even more when he finally heard it again. Then you took the other earpiece of your headphones and silently held it out to him. His leg brushed yours and he pressed it firmly against yours as he took the earpiecee smiling and put it in his ear. You played some songs that he liked and so you ate snacks together, nodded to the music and he even put in a mini dance routine in between where you choked on a crumb from laughing so much, so he patted you on the back for minutes until the old couple even gave you a bottle of water. He told you about the bachelor party that was planned for the groom, his best friend, and you told him the plans for his sister's. Because your best friend was going to marry Jisung's best friend, he was the best man.

"Probably everyone expects us to sleep with each other..."

"What?" you asked a little too loudly.

Jisung just shrugged his shoulders.

"Isn't that a cliché? That groomsmen and bridesmaids sneak away to fuck at a wedding?"

"Even if that's the case... Then why would I... sleep with you?"

His smile was adorable and you were already staring at his lips again.

"Well... The other groomsmen are the groom's 50 year old uncle and his brother who is gay and married."

"Maybe I'm into older men," you said, putting on a serious face as you licked the remaining crumbs from your fingers and looking at him.

For a moment all color drained from his face, until you snorted and he understood that you had made a joke.

"Admit it already, you actually find me irresistible," he said and nudged you in the side with his elbow.

"In your dreams!" you said, and he pouted, playfully offended.

Amused, you looked at him and had to quickly avert your gaze, afraid he might read your traitorous thoughts in your eyes. He finally persuaded you to read along in your book, and he commented on every scene like a sports presenter, meanwhile trying again and again to figure out, confused, how everything described was even possible.

"In which position does all this happen? That's not possible!" he said, and you laughed so much that your stomach started to hurt.

It wasn't long before you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder and when he noticed that, he smiled warmly, took your headphones and cell phone from you to put them aside. Then he put his jacket around you so you wouldn't get cold and your dress wouldn't somehow ride up in your sleep. Unconsciously you snuggled up to him, as he leaned forward to put his jacket around your waist. Astonished, he froze for a moment, looking at you as you dozed off peacefully with your cheek against his chest, enjoying your touch and warmth. When he watched you like this, your body nestled close to his, he noticed how beautiful you were and how much he had enjoyed the last few hours. You're body just felt perfect against his und he had to force everything in him not to touch you. He had laughed more than in the last few months and right now he wanted to kiss you and hold you forever, but he didn't dare. Actually he had never dared to do that before today.

But he could look at you a little longer, enjoy your presence, until everything returned to normal. He didn't know how long he had been watching you and daydreaming, but when your eyelids fluttered and you seemed to slowly wake up, he panicked. He quickly closed his eyes, pretending he had been asleep the whole time.

Sighing, you rubbed your eyes and only when you yawned did you pause. With your heart pounding, you slowly glanced up to see how close you were nestled against Jisung. Fortunately, he was also asleep and didn't seem to notice. Carefully, your face burning with shame, you straightened up a bit. There you felt his arm around your body as it lay limp at your thigh. You tried to calm your breath. How had it come about that you had kissed Jisung and now you were sleeping cuddled together like a couple. As carefully as you could, you released your cheek from his chest, brushed a strand of hair from your face, and noticed the jacket on your legs. It was heavy, smelled pleasantly of him, and you had not put it there. Thoughtfully, you looked again at Jisung, who was sleeping peacefully. Then a thought occurred to you. It was brainless, naive and stupid, and yet everything in you wanted to cuddle up to him again.

After all, he had tucked you in and not woken you up to push you away from him. If you just lay back down, he would dismiss it as an accident, which it originally was. So you moved in slow motion so as not to wake him, as you nestled back into his arm, leaning your head against his chest and wrapping an arm around his stomach. He didn't wake up. Relieved, you relaxed and enjoyed his warmth. It was strange and completely surreal. Then why did you like it so much?

You listened to his heartbeat and breathing, and after a while you realized, confused, that it was faster than usual for a sleeping person. You looked up at him questioningly and when the corners of his mouth lifted, your heart stopped. With his hand wrapped around your body, he suddenly pulled you closer, ran his thumb over your hipbone, and smiled mischievously without opening his eyes. You almost choked on yourself. You felt caught, but he had also only pretended to be asleep. You decided you would have plenty of time to deal with it after, so you snuggled closer to him, closed your eyes, and couldn't help but grin.

When the bus finally reached its destination it was already afternoon, you startled up from your stupor and felt warm and cozy. You rubbed your eyes and broke away from Jisung with a furtive glance at him, who was yawning. The hotels lined the street and to the right and left was a green park with large trees leading towards the entrances of the hotels.

"We're here...", you mumbled and were almost even a little disappointed that the ride was actually over now and with it what had happened between you and Jisung. Whatever that was. You packed up your things and got off the bus. As you did so, you didn't dare look in his direction. The strange feeling in your stomach wouldn't go away and you just didn't understand what was going on with you.

When your suitcases were cleared out, Jisung got his backpack first.

"Do you want me to take your suitcase?" he asked as you heaved it onto the sidewalk.

"Don't you touch it!" you panicked, both of you laughing at the same time as your eyes met. Then you made your way through the park.

"Why did you only bring a backpack?" you finally asked to break the strange silence. The air was heated, smelled like flowers and warm asphalt. Your hotel and that of the bride and other bridesmaids were already looming in front of you at the end of the park. Jisung's was across the street so the bride and groom couldn't meet before the wedding.

"I don't need that much. Clothes I have on, food is there and I have my laptop with me," he said, smiling broadly at you.

"That's insane," you smirked and the closer you got to the hotel, the more restless you became.

"No practically," he replied and as you came to a stop in front of the hotel entrance, you looked at each other silently. Neither of you knew what to say. It was strange but not awkward. Everyone would go to their hotel and then everything was forgotten. Everything you felt, all the chaos and heart palpitations. He ran his fingers through his hair and stepped from one leg to the other.

"Well then see you at the wedding!"

You nodded quickly and your fingers tightened around the handle of your suitcase.

"See you then..." you mumbled. It felt wrong, unfinished and incomplete just to leave. Like you were missing something you'd never realized before. Like you ended the movie right beforehand the big finale. Still, you turned around after looking at his twinkling eyes one last time and he too started walking in the opposite direction. The tension in your chest made you barely breathe. You put one foot in front of the other, smoothed out your dress and tried to convince yourself that you had imagined everything. But that's when you heard behind you:

"Y/N?"

Questioning, you turned around and saw him drop his backpack on the floor and run towards you. You were about to ask if he had forgotten something when he reached you, cupped your face with both hands and almost swept you off your feet as he pressed his lips firmly to yours. Surprised, you staggered, but he held you tight and this time something exploded in your head, but you were too shocked to return the kiss. Instead, you had a thousand question marks in your head. Was this the right thing to do? And if not, why did it feel so incredibly good? Before you could find an answer to the thousand questions, he broke away from you and looked questioningly into your eyes. You could see how nervous he was and he waited excitedly for your reaction.

"I would have regretted it if I hadn't done that. I'm sorry," he murmured, looking at your face in his hands as if trying to memorize every detail one last time. You still tasted him on your lips and gradually you began to understand. Just as he was about to pull away, you grabbed his chest with both hands and clawed your fingers into his shirt. Roughly, you pulled him to you before you could change your mind and listened to your heart for the first time. You kissed him so passionately that both of your breaths stopped, but he didn't hesitate for a second to pull you to him, his hands firmly on your hips. The kiss was full of passion and the built up tension discharged into electrified energy between you. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling lightly until he hummed softly and your lips met again and again until you felt dizzy. As he pulled you closer to his body, until barely a piece of paper could fit between you and you almost lost your footing, the kiss became more sensual, slower. He let his tongue slide over your lower lip until you opened your mouth a little more and your tongues met. It was a heady feeling and you couldn't believe how long you had been blind for your own feelings. That what you wanted all along, someone attentive, loving and kind, was all the time right in front of you.

When you finally broke away from each other breathing heavily, tightly embraced under the canopy of a large oak tree, your eyes just bubbled over with energy. You both began to grin and giggle. You couldn't believe what was happening to you.

"What are we going to do now?" you asked, smiling and pressing your forehead to his. His hands stroked your back, leaving a comforting tingle and your body melted into his as you clasped your hands in his neck.

"I have no idea... Just want to do this forever."

Again you laughed in disbelief and you shook your head barely noticeably.

"You really are unbelievable, Han Jisung," you murmured, and he tilted his head slightly and winked at you.

"Told you."

Directly you rolled your eyes, but couldn't resist pressing another kiss to his lips. For a moment he broke away from your lips to say:

"Let me take your suitcase to your room... I'll be careful this time, I promise."

You snorted softly and stroked your hands over his chest. You felt more comfortable than you had in ages. He looked at you as if you had hung the sun and moon in the sky yourself, and he made you feel like you were beaming with pure joy from the inside out. Wordlessly, you pressed your suitcase into his hand and whispered, your lips just a finger's width from his:

"Just for once."

Spellbound, he waited to feel your lips again, to taste you and never let go, but you took a few steps back and smiled cheekily over your shoulder as you ran up the stairs to the entrance. Somewhat clumsily, he collected his backpack and followed you into the lobby with your suitcase and the widest grin you had ever seen.

[scary-lasagna]

Idk if you accept these types of request but honestly write whatever you want! (That's the request sorry if that's confusing)

Fem!reader, it's important to the story I promise

tw: hidden dark metaphors, fem reader, reader is a little coo-coo but in a bad way

The Dog House

You've noticed your significant other has been in his sassy era for a while now. Just small things, like putting in less effort and getting pissy whenever you mentioned you wanted a little something more than what he was serving.

You had to beg for flowers, and still didn't receive them. And yet, you always caught yourself picking something up for him on your way home from work, or remembering to leave out certain ingredients because he didn't like them.

And yet, deep down, you knew you were doing too much, no matter how appreciative he was, you were never met with the same energy.

And, damn, it's really starting to get to you.

Out of the pick of the litter, you chose Helen. He was sweet in the first months, before revealing who he was outside of the honeymoon phase of adoration and worship and constantly gifting you his paintings.

He came home from his day job, ate dinner, and then retreated to his studio for the next three hours, leaving you alone to watch a movie you promised to watch together, or pretend to have fun with your friends you barely knew with one headphone out in the hope of being called to the studio.

It was all in vain. You went to bed alone most nights, listening to him happily hum on the other side of the bedroom wall. How could he be so happy without you, when you lay crying beside an empty spot on the bed.

One can only stand for so much neglect before biting to get attention. He never noticed the energy match. Didn't care enough. And on a quiet night at dinner, you stared at his freckled face, hair messy with dried paint still clinging his tips together.

You looked past the face, past the nice, oblivious demeanor, and realized that he was truly just a stranger living in your home. He didn't even know it was your birthday tomorrow.

You looked down at your plate in gloom, and shoved it away as you stood, retreating to your own room.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine." And how ignorant could someone be to think you were telling the truth. Knowing Helen, he would shrug to himself, and then continue eating and click on another unboxing video on his phone.

You paced back and forth that night, wondering if you could even salvage the situation; if it was even worth salvaging. After wiping tears, you entered his locked studio, knowing he didn't bother to jiggle the door after closing it since the lock had been broken for so long.

No wonder he'd been acting so distant.

Grotestquely accurate sculptures stood around his studio, down to freckles, to the scars, and cellulite on her thighs. The large silver canvas that hung on the worn-down dresser he used as a paint palette was the ugliest of all. Those images haunted you in the following weeks, and you forgot to sleep at night.

You had to kill her, or else he'd never stop.

[phoenixinthefiles]

Wash Away All My Fears

My First Flowerbyte fic 💻📱💜... it's about Wash Day which is very on brand- not as dramatic as the title makes it seem tho this is not beta-ed at alllll I'll make any needed edits when I wake up gn ya'll

Margo drags her hand down her face with a sigh. She’s been trying to psych herself up for wash day for 8 minutes. She’s already procrastinated and pushed it off for three days, she can’t go another day wearing it out in a fro. It's getting too hot for that. 

She groaned and leaned to drop her head against the counter. She literally did a whole deep clean on her bathroom yesterday because she was procrastinating. 

Which technically wasn’t procrastinating because she was still doing something productive.

She raised her head up and grabbed her phone. Her contacts were still open, washing her hair wasn’t the only thing she was putting off.

He did say to call her whenever, but Margo still has trouble with talking to him outside of the Spider Verse. 

Sure, her virtual character is practically her carbon copy…but it still wasn’t carbon. Up close there were many more flaws differences between VR and the real Margo. 

They’d had many FaceTime calls throughout their relationship but Margo still worried about making things awkward every time she answered the phone. 

She took another look at her reflection and made up her mind.

If she had to suffer she wasn’t going to do it alone.

Miles answered immediately, bringing the phone close to his face and smiling widely.

Margo laughed a little. He did that everytime, he probably did it when they talked on the phone without video too.

“Hi Miles.” 

He pulled the phone away from his face and propped it up on something in front of him.

“Hey, I was just about to call you.’

Margo blinked, “Really?”

Miles rolled his eyes and adjusted his headphones. “Nah I just said that.”

Margo rolled her eyes back but there was a small smile on her face.

“What are you doing anyway?”

“I’m about to wash my hair, and I’m also trying not to take some scissors and chop it all off.”

“Actually you would need clippers and you would buzz it off.”

“You’re enabling me?”

“Yup, Just chop it all off, girl,” He replied in a high-pitched voice.

Margo burst out laughing and shook her head as she watched him snap his fingers.

“Yeah, I’m starting to regret calling you.”

He raised his hands in question, “I didn’t do anything!”

“Exactly,” Margo said as she turned on the water, she made sure it was the perfect temp before she continued.

“I called you for moral support and I’m not feeling supported right now.”

Miles dropped his mouth open in mock shock and pressed his hand to his chest dramatically. 

“After I did a girl voice for you and everything?” 

Margo snorted, “Yeah not that I didn’t appreciate it, but I called my boyfriend, not one of my besties.”

He nodded, “Yeah I got you.” 

Margo ran her hand under the water to check the temp again.  A strangely deep voice made her look back to her phone,

“Just relax and put the scissors down lil mama, you got this.” 

Miles burst into cackles immediately after and Margo gave up watching him in dumbfounded silence and just side-eyed him as he laughed.

“I cannot believe you let that come out of your mou- I should block you.”

He tried to stifle his snickers but when he realized he couldn't he just muted himself.

Margo shook her head and got her deep conditioner and detangling brush ready. 

Miles piped up again when he controlled himself. 

“I think the water bill has reached a hundred dollars now, you can stick your head under.”

Margo straight-faced him and tucked his lips in so he wouldn’t laugh.

“That’s my last time, I swear.”

Margo shook her head, that would not be his last time. 

“I’m waiting for it to get hot.” 

He nodded, a smile forming on his face. 

He was always smiling when they were on the phone, it’s like his default expression. Margo pointed it out once and she thoroughly enjoyed how flustered he got.

She stopped staring at him, starting to feel warm at the embarrassing amount of time she spent doing so.

She sighed again, remembering the task at hand. 

“Here goes nothing.”

Margo lowered her hair under the flow of the water and brought the sprayer up to rinse out the back.

Miles couldn’t help himself. 

“Damn, you really went for it. Is that a tear or water?”

Margo refrained from throwing up her hand in a very rude gesture towards Miles, and instead tried to get a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror without getting water all over the counter. 

She groaned when she did manage to get a glimpse of her cheek.

“It’s neither. That’s the gel she used, oh my gosh I knew she used too much. I felt the build-up before she even finished.”

Miles watched, amused, as she rambled. His attention now solely on her and not the game he’d been playing.

“This is why I hate washing my hair. Water dripping down my neck and- OH MY GOSH IT GOT IN MY EAR!”

Miles muted himself yet again so she wouldn’t hear the loud laughing he started when she cut herself off.

By the time he got himself under control this time, Margo was already applying the deep conditioner in her.

Miles tilted his head and unmuted himself.

“Why’re you using that first?

She gave him a long look before she responded. He was not nearly slick enough to mute himself before she realized he was laughing.

“I’m doin’ it first because by deep conditioning and detangling before I shampoo, I have less shedding. Especially after braids.”

He nods though she suspects he doesn’t really get it.

Margo resumes her detangling process and Miles unpauses his game. They talk a little which mostly consists of Miles saying things to purposely annoy her and Margo rolling her eyes.

She sighs as she finishes her last twist and pulls a shower cap out of the cabinet and puts it on. 

Miles refocuses his attention on her when she calls his name.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow or something if I haven’t gone crazy and actually buzzed all my hair off.’

Miles scrunched his face up, “You done or something, why’re you hanging up?”

“I’m not done but all I’m gonna do is sit like this for like an hour and a half.”

“So why hang up?”

“Because for an hour and a half I’m gonna be doing nothing but cleaning my room or something and then I’m just gonna rinse this out and shampoo.” Margo says it slowly because she’s actually confused that he’s not getting it.

Miles shrugs and fidgets with his hands a little. 

“Doesn’t really matter to me, I’m fine just keeping you company while you clean. I’d actually kind of like it.”

Margo tried really, really hard to tamp down the massive grin threatening to take over her face but she’s pretty sure she failed.

“Oh, really?”

Miles laughed at the way she cheesed into the camera and shook his head. 

“Yes really.”

“Well Mr. Morales let’s clean.”

Miles chuckles again. 

“Okay Ms. Kess.” 

Margo lets out an extremely embarrassing high-pitched giggle and clicks the light off in her bathroom. 

A couple hours later when she’s completely finished she catches Miles staring at her with a wide grin. 

“What?” She asks, fighting the urge to cover up her face.

He shrugs and his hand goes to rub at his neck, clearly embarrassed he was caught staring.

“Nothing, you just look really pretty.”

Margo tries not to squeal and instead covers up her wild grin with her hand.

“Even with my bonnet and this stupid retainer.”

Miles shrugs again. 

“Yup.”

“Well you look handsome too.”

His eyes widen and he quickly looks away, Margo laughs but tries to lower it when she remembers how late it is.

“I appreciate it Ms. Kess.”

She smirks and with confidence she definitely does not have she replies, “That’s Mrs. Morales to you.”

She hurriedly hangs up on him, barely catching the squawk he lets out and the flustered expression on his face.

Her phone falls to her bed as Margo rolls from side to side with her hands covering her face. 

She grabs her pillow and stuffs her face in it when she hears her phone buzz.

After kicking her feet and squealing into her pillow for a ridiculous amount of time she opens their text thread.

goodnight Mrs. Morales💜

This time the squeal does not make it into her pillow.

Did I finish this at half past midnight? yeah but mind your business

[writingpiecesak]

Title: Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response

quick mini imagine that I had in the chamber for a while

Imagine: You don’t want Katsuki finding out you do asmr. Too late.

‘Peacefulness and tranquility’ was your number one priority when filming your videos. You always made sure to film between the hours of 2am to 5am, it’s when everyone is asleep and if not asleep half the college dorms are out to other parties and frat houses. Your roommate was out for the night which made this the perfect opportunity to film your asmr video.

Your content consists of a lot of whispering, clicky trigger words, ear to ear mouth sounds and positive affirmations. You began this channel as a joke back in highschool but the surprise of surpassing 50k subscribers in under a month made this now a side job. Within a few years those 50k subscribers multiplied into a whopping 2.1 million subscribers. And so you made a small career out of it, your friends encouraged it and though it was hard and almost weird to explain to family how the process is and how much your channel has grown, they were happy for you nonetheless.

However there was one person you didn’t want to know.

*bang bang bang* “Hello~ I know you’re in there.”

Interrupted mid recording your eyes snapped wide and the sudden harsh knocking at your door. Immediately you stopped recording and looked at the time, it was nearly 3am. You looked towards the door with a confused expression spread across your face, your roommate was out and had known you were filming so it couldn’t be her. You waited to hear another knock.

“Pipsqueak! Open up while I’m being nice.”

Oh no. Oh yes. The one person you didn’t want finding out about this little embarrassing secret, Katsuki Bakugou. He’s a known friend and study buddy sometimes but he’s also the last person you expect to be knocking at your door at this time. You got up from your desk and disconnected your mics. Your palms turned sweaty and you quickly needed to think of an excuse.

You propped the door open just a smidge, “What? I was sleeping.” You fake yawned.

“Uh huh sure, listen I need my notes I lent you back.”

You mentally cursed at yourself for not copying them earlier. You sighed, “Actually, I haven’t copied them yet. Can I give them to you at class tomorrow?”

“You had them for the whole day. What kept you so busy?” His annoyance peered through his eyes, which trailed to look behind you. Instinctively, you stepped out by closing the door behind you. Katsuki was taken aback.

“Stuff.” Such a lame excuse.

Though yes most of your friends encourage your channel and even watch it from time to time, this isn’t that type of friend. Infact, on your side, Katsuki felt like more than a friend and you wouldn’t dare crush your possible chances with him by exposing him to your clicky words and whispering. What if he thought it was weird? What if he judges you and makes fun of you for it? Sure it was petty to think that, but after all you’re just a girl crushing on a boy.

“Right…fine you can give them to me tomorrow but not a day later pipsqueak.” He warned.

You nodded your head and shooed him off. He bids you goodnight and heads back to the elevator. You gone back into your room and decided to continue filming, editing will be rough but you’re on a schedule.

Later that night, after Katsuki returned to his dorm room, he laid on his bed and immediately put on his headphones. Just as his roommate walked in, disorderly.

“Oh shhii, my bad were you sleeping?” His red haired friend asked, stumbling into the bathroom.

“Not yet, about to.”

“I’ll be quiet.” Kirishima held up his finger and drew it to his lips as a hushed sign.

“You're good shithead, I’m just watching videos, they help me sleep.”

“Like white noise?”

“Something like that.” He turned away from his friend, brought his blanket closer to his chest and laid his phone propped up as he listened to one of his favorite asmr videos, particularly your positive affirmations one.

He figured in due time you’ll tell him, but for now he’ll keep his secret from you as long as you keep him from yours.

[julithesunflower]

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɢ ᴏꜰ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ

“I’ll give you 130 for it.” I watched as my mother’s face dropped. That’s not the amount she was hoping for.

“$130? But this bag was originally almost $300,” The man behind the counter stood unfazed, slouching as he smacked his gum. “Maybe you don’t understand this is a Michael Kors bag in fantastic condition, and it looks almost brand new.” The man, once again, smacked his gum, blowing a bubble before it popped, leaving the residue around his mouth. 

“130.” My mother let out a breath of air before looking around the pawn shop to see if anyone could listen. She slowly leaned over the counter toward the man.

“Listen, I really need the money right now. I need at least $200 to pay my bills.” The man looked back and forth between my mother and me before sighing and shaking his head.

“I can go up 150, but that’s it.” He quickly walked away after finishing his sentence, and my mother’s face lit up as she turned around to look at me. She looked at me, smiling for a few seconds before speaking. 

“Nicky, sweetie, can I borrow some money from you? It doesn’t have to be much, even just a twenty. I’ll pay you back once the hotel pays me,” I stared at my mother, knowing she already knew the answer. She cleared her throat a looked away. “I’ll find another way. I, as the parent, shouldn’t ask my child for help anyways.” I turned around, looking out the pawn shop’s windows. My eyes automatically fixated on the game store across the street as I watched the workers put up the signs for a new game.

“Mom, can I borrow $60? The game I’ve been talking about for months is being released tonight,” I waited for my mother’s voice to say the usual yes, but this time was not the usual. Hearing no answer, I turned around only to be greeted by my mother’s dumbfounded face. “It’s not that much, and it’s not like you don’t have the money for it.” I glanced at the black leather bag sitting on the counter. My mother’s brows began to furrow more and more as the seconds passed. 

“Well, if it’s not as much money as you say, you buy it. I know you have the money from winning all those video game competitions.” I glared at my mother as the man from before returned. He smacked his gum as he handed my mother the cash and took her most prized possession. I quickly left the store, putting my headphones in, frustrated with my mother.

 I started to walk faster the more I thought of the situation. Before today my mother would’ve gladly bought me the game if she didn’t have the money; she would work more hours or jobs. She did it all because she knew it made me happy. I was brought back to reality as my headphones were pulled out of my ears, as the sound of my mother replaced my music.

“Nicole, you need to stop walking with your headphones in. You ignore what's around you,” Turning to the side, I noticed we were in front of our apartment building. My eyes met the back of my head as I grabbed my headphones from my mother's hand and walked toward the building. “Are you going to say anything to me today?” I stopped walking, turning around to her.

“Can we hurry? I want to play my games.” I continued walking into our building as my mother threw her hands in the air. I walked up the stairs, stomping on each step harder than the last. As we slowly approached the door, the red paper became more and more visible. My mother picked up her pace and ran past me to our door, dropping her keys as she grabbed the paper.

“You have to be kidding me,” I watched as she slowly leaned back against the door before sliding to the floor. Tears started to fall from her eyes as she let go of the paper, putting her head into her hands. The bright red paper slowly floats to the ground before I pick it up to read ‘EVICTION NOTICE’. I looked down at my mother, who was already staring at me with her tear-stained face. “Still think I should be the one to buy your game?” She turned away as she started to weep more. I sighed before dropping the paper and grabbing the keys by my mother’s feet before unlocking the door. My mother quickly moved to the side, watching me from the floor. 

“Dad would.” Opening the door, I entered the apartment, going straight to my room, leaving my mother crying on the floor. I sat on the floor of my room, waiting for my mother to come in. I leaned against the wall and listened to the noises outside my room. I waited, listening closely to the footsteps, the sniffles, and the floor creeks. I heard my mother rummaging through the fridge before hearing the familiar sound of the wine bottle opening. I sighed, realizing I would have to wait for my mother to finish before leaving.

I slowly got up from the floor and made my way to my desk, turning my computer on before starting a game and entering a match. My eyes stayed glued to the monitor as I sat in my gaming chair. My right hand moved the mouse quickly across the mouse pad while the fingers on my left hand danced across the keyboard. My room was dark, and the light from my monitor made me the only thing visible. My eyes darted all over the screen, killing every enemy I saw. 

Every kill reminded me of the new game I wanted. The game I had to have. I subconsciously started to slow down my movements the more I focused on my thoughts. My plan was perfect other than leaving the apartment unnoticed by my mother. I ran through all the possible ways for me to leave the apartment, all leading me to the same conclusion of getting caught. I threw my hands in the air while I groaned as the idea of me getting the new game seemed impossible.

I leaned back in the chair as I watched my character die before the words ‘GAME OVER’ flashed on the screen. I sighed, rubbing my face before restarting the game. I clenched my mouse harder as I realized I wouldn’t be stuck in this situation if my mother had said yes earlier. My mother telling me no in the pawn shop replayed in my mind over and over again. My hands started to move faster as the frustration began to grow. 

My mother had the money for the game, which made me even more confused about her answer.  I knew my mother could easily walk with me to the game store to buy the game. My hand slowly began to loosen as I remembered my mother crying in the hallway a little bit ago. I imagined the woman crying later tonight after discovering what I had done. My hands stopped moving as the words ‘VICTORY’ appeared on the screen. I sighed again before turning the computer off and leaving. I returned to my cramped position on the floor, listening for my mother. I sat in the cramped position, waiting for her bedroom door to close and lock. 

After what seemed like years, I heard the sweet sound of the lock clicking. I slowly cracked open the door peering out into the dim apartment. I quickly rushed to where that black leather bag used to sit but now was replaced with a lonely wallet. My heart starts to pound as I hear footsteps coming from my mother’s room. I swiftly pulled the credit card out and ran out of the apartment before my mother could spot me. A smile started to form on my lips as I ran down the stairs, out of the building, and to the game store. 

I ran through the crowds of people down the street, slowly starting to slow down as I finally reached the store. I walked to the back of the line and crouched with my head in my hands, trying to catch my breath. I looked up only to be met with that black leather bag displayed in the pawn shop window. I scoffed at myself as I saw the $200 price tag on it. 

Finally catching my breath, I stood up and stared at the game I’ve dreamt about for months. Drawing my attention to the line, I looked at the long line of people in front of me and realized I should’ve come here sooner. My eyes met the back of my head once again before landing on the bag again. The memories that bag holds started to flood back to me.

It was an anniversary gift from my father. His law firm had a big break, allowing him to buy my mother the black leather bag with no problem. It was the happiest my family ever was. My father was spending money like crazy, buying me any console and game I wanted with no hesitation. This was before Melissa, when he was still a loving father and husband. My mother took that bag everywhere, even after my father left. She kept the bag because it reminded her of a happier time. The bag made her happy. I looked back and forth between the game and the bag in the window before sighing and stepping out of line.

After a short walk, I arrived at my apartment door. I slowly opened the door and found my mother crying on the couch. She looked at me, trying to force a smile, only to fail and start sobbing again.

“Did you get your game?” I walked over to her and handed her the black leather bag and an envelope. Confused, she opened the envelope to find $300.

“Dad mailed me $500 the other day. I used the other 200 for your bag, and I thought you could use the money more than me.” My mother smiled at me before she hugged me and started to sob again, only this time from happiness.

“I told him it was worth $200.”

[kkyaka]

Streaming in 3...2...1

Summary: He formally introduces you to the stream (i’m bad with summaries, y’all should know this by now lmao

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x black!fem!reader

Warnings: none really lol, little bit of fluff, mentions of disrespect, Eren’s a huge simp for you, mentions of guns and killing (it’s a video game), Stardew Valley is played lmao

Word Count: 2806

A/N: I’m making another part to this, so don’t worry. I told y’all I was gonna make a streamer!eren series, and this might become one, but I didn’t have any more ideas lol, so I’m just posting it. I LOVE stardew valley, so it’s mentioned in the game, so if you’ve never played, I suggest you do, it’s the best game in the world (also if this doesn’t show up in the tags, ima be pissed

Eren didn't really expect to blow up when it came to streaming, only doing it because a friend told him he should try it. Of course, when he first started, the quality of his camera wasn't great, and he cringes whenever he looks back at his old streams or the videos he posted on YouTube, but he's gotten better since then.

He started posting more frequently the more support he got, and now he's got thousands of people watching his streams and his videos. Sometimes he'll play the same game for hours, sitting in front of the screen and talking to the chat. Other times he'll play different games and make it a series, continuing it until he finishes the whole game.

He takes suggestions from comments about what games he should play. He always goes back to where he got started though if he ever wants to stream just cause or if he's bored and hasn't found any games that are interesting to him. He's playing a shooter game, looking through the chat as he waits to be put into a lobby.

"Who's y/n?" he says out loud. "That's my girl," he answers. "Y'all don't know about her?" The chain around his neck has your name on it, and he's worn it ever since he's gotten it, and every now and then you'll pop into the room to ask him what he wants to eat or just random stuff. "Hey, babe!"

You push the door open, standing in the doorway. "What's up?"

"C'mere." Your eyebrows scrunch as you walk towards him, noticing that he's streaming.

"What?" He pulls you in by your arm, setting you on his lap.

"Someone asked who you were," he tells you. "This is my girl." You smile as you glance at the camera and then the chat, which is now flooding with comments. He laughs at what's coming through before scooting closer to his desk. "Hold on, let me slow this down so you can read it."

You watch as he clicks through some things, and you look at the chat again to see that you now have time to read the comments. You lean forward a little to read them, Eren looking at you, and you huff as you read. "Aww, thanks, you guys."

"What'd they say?"

"They said that I'm really pretty," you laugh, keeping your attention on the screen, and Eren's arm tightens around you.

"Of course she is. And she's mine. Yeah, I'm talking to you." He says the name of the person that's now doing a lot more than complimenting you making you laugh.

You spend the rest of the stream on his lap, moving your legs to rest over his as you watch him play. You ask him questions as he plays, and he teases you about it, which makes you threaten to leave. He quickly retracts, pecking you on the lips softly as he tucks you further into him.

After that stream, everyone is always asking where you are, and he found that his views go up by a lot when you're on camera. Sometimes, you can't make it, having work to do, and he chuckles when he sees that people are bummed.

Whenever you are free, you'll come in and join, mostly talking to the chat. He sets up the stream, and he stands when you walk in, guiding you to sit in his chair. "Why am I sitting here?"

"Cause this chair's more comfortable." He places the headphones on your head before he leaves to go get a chair from the kitchen table. When he comes back, he sees that you're talking to the chat, setting the chair next to you as he grabs another pair of headphones.

"They're asking how we met," you tell him, and he moves the mic closer to you.

"Oh, yeah?" he responds. "She couldn't keep her eyes off of me, and I finally went over to her--"

You roll your eyes, cutting him off. "Actually," you state. "He came up to me." You shoot him a look, and he smiles as he puts the headphones on. "It was sophomore year of college, and I was studying in the library, and you know the unspoken rule of, like sitting at the tables, right?" you ask. "Like strangers can sit at the same table, but it's weird if they sit directly in front of you, and that's what he did."

You scoot over in the chair so that he can sit front and center, and he moves over before moving you back towards him, adjusting the camera so that both of you are clearly in view. "I was studying, and all of a sudden I see someone sitting in front of me. I look up, and I'm like 'can I help you?' because there was a crap ton of tables open."

"And I said that she was really pretty and the rest is history," he adds on.

"More like it took him a month to finally ask me out," you say, making him roll his eyes.

"That's because you're gorgeous, and I thought you were out of my league. You made me nervous." You pout softly as you look at him, noticing that he's blushing slightly, which makes you chuckle quietly. "I hate you," he mumbles, which makes you laugh.

"You love me." A fond smile comes across his face as he leans over to kiss you.

"Yeah, I do."

You've been on stream so many times, it's gotten to the point where Eren starts gearing his content to where the both of you are always together. Not that he minds, he has you play some of the games he does or he'll find co-op games for the two of you to play.

This stream is the same as the others have been, you watch him play as you talk to the chat, and when he finishes the round, he moves the controller towards you. "What?"

"You play."

"I don't know how," you say, laughing.

"I'll teach you." He puts it in your hand, sliding you over so that you're directly in front of the computer screen.

"I don't wanna mess up your record," you try, and he shrugs as he waves you off. You pick a character, and he tells you the controls, pointing to the buttons and telling you what they do. "I'm not gonna remember any of that," you admit as the screen loads.

He laughs softly at your face once you start playing, sometimes looking down at the controller, your face concentrated. "Stop laughing at me."

"Sorry," he chuckles, and he jumps softly when you gasp.

"Oh, my God, there's a person right there." You curl into yourself as you carefully try to loot without alerting them but you start to panic when they see you and instantly start to shoot you. "Eren! What do I do?! They're shooting at me!"

"Shoot back!" he yells softly, amusement in his words. He watches the screen as you turn around aimlessly, your health going down. "Babe, shoot them!"

"I'm trying! I'm scared!" He laughs as you run away, but the person follows, and you stop and turn around to try and shoot at them.

"No! Don't stop!"

"What else am I supposed to do?!" The person ends up killing you, and Eren doesn't even try to hold back his laughter, and you're laughing too, looking at him. "You didn't help me at all," you whine.

"I'm sorry," he says around his laughter, finally slowing down. "You did pretty well though, you did forty damage." You give him a plain look, and he composes himself. "Okay, okay. Try again."

"I don't want to."

"You'll be fine, okay? It was your first time." He reassures you, and you queue up the next round, giving him an unsure and nearly unwilling look, but you play through anyway. "Okay, make sure you're listening for the footsteps, you can hear them when they're coming."

You nod, the focused look back on your face. Your loadout is pretty good, and you're starting to get a little more confident, and you nearly run into another person but change direction at the last minute. "What should I do?" you whisper.

"You can rush them or just move somewhere else. You're already in the circle." You chew on your lip as you decide, and you ultimately choose to rush them. "Okay, sneak around behind them and get the upper hand."

You crouch, your tongue poking out of your mouth as you focus even more, and Eren's mostly watching you, laughing quietly to himself, but you don't notice. You look down at the controller for a split second to make sure you're about to push the right button before you aim and take fire.

The person tries to run away, but you stay on them until they eventually try and shoot you. "Good, but don't stay in one place," he tells you. You try your best to shoot and move, having difficulty, but you're able to get more hits on them than they are you. "Don't let them leave, cause then they'll heal up."

You chase them down, reloading quickly before you finally deal the last shots. You exclaim in joy, jumping into Eren, but to your dismay, you get killed instantly by someone else because you didn't heal.

You slump as your mouth drops open before you throw yourself back in the seat, tossing Eren the controller. He laughs at your reaction before he goes back to the character screen. "You got your first kill at least."

"That was wack as hell." He throws his head back as he laughs louder, choosing his character.

"You did better than the first time though."

He plays for the rest of the stream after you play a few more rounds, the chat more than amused at the chaos of you playing and screaming whenever something happens while Eren tries to calm you down, laughing the entire time.

Everyone becomes invested in your relationship, always asking you questions about you or the both of you. After a while, his streams are just him playing whatever and you talking, Eren even getting a handheld microphone so everyone can hear you while he plays.

Eren, I hope you know that I only watch your streams for y/n, she's my girlfriend now

You and Eren laugh at the comment that the automated voice says from one of his subscribers. "At this point, I'm not surprised," Eren responds. "But she's my girlfriend." He squeezes your thigh possessively, but they can't see it, and you roll your eyes fondly.

The bigger his streams get, the more comments come in, and Eren doesn't tolerate any kind of hate. He'll stop the whole stream just make sure whoever said any disrespectful shit to you is banned. He does it with no hesitation, no one gets any second chances, making a whole speech about it before he starts the stream.

Other subscribers are quick to make it known to him, and he's thankful for that, and once he gets the message across, they seem to die down. He knows that you don't have to be on stream, you choose to be, and he's not going to make this whole experience worse for you in any way.

"You wanna tell them what we're playing today?" Eren says, turning towards you, and you're practically dancing in your seat.

"We're playing Stardew Valley today, guys!" you exclaim. "Oh, my God, I'm so excited. This is literally my favorite game." Once the game came out with a multiplayer option, you were happy that Eren could finally play with you, and you brought it up one day.

You tell him the basics as he watches the backstory while you play, skipping it since you already know it. After you plant the seeds you first get in the game, and you show Eren how to do the same, you tell him that you have to explore.

He follows you into town, and you both introduce yourself to the villagers. "Why'd you talk to him more than once?" Eren asks, and you huff softly as you smile.

"Cause this is the character I wanna marry." You're focused on walking around, foraging, and Eren lets his hands fall to his lap as he turns to you.

"Marry? You just met him."

"I know, but he's my favorite. I can't marry him yet because I don't have any hearts with him," you explain.

"Hearts?"

"Yeah," you start, and you pull up the menu that shows how many hearts you have with the villagers in the game. "See? I don't have any hearts with him. I just have to give him the things he loves, but I don't have any of that yet."

"You don't wanna marry me?" You laugh as you turn to finally look at him, and you laugh harder when you see that he's pouting.

"I mean, players can marry each other," you offer.

"Well, I wanna marry you. I don't wanna marry the characters in the game." You try to hold in your laugh because he actually looks upset.

"You don't wanna marry of the game characters?" He actually hasn't been playing since you mentioned marrying, and he shakes his head. "Okay, well, you're gonna have to look it up because I don't know how to do that."

He stops pouting after that, grabbing his phone as you start playing again. You spend the stream working through Spring, and you're both out in the city, and you gasp when you see said character, giving them what they love.

You don't notice, but Eren moves over to the character after you, giving them a piece of trash, and you don't realize until you hear the chat blowing up. You look, reading what they're saying, and you gasp as you turn to look at Eren, who has a smug look on his face.

"Eren, why did you do that?"

"He's not even all that," he argues. "What does he have that I don't have?"

You sigh in mock frustration before shaking your head. "Why don't you wanna marry any of the girls?"

"Because they're not you." You slump a little, still laughing at his pouting, and you chuckle before you give in.

"Fine, Eren, I'll marry you instead. Okay?" He smiles at that, and you roll your eyes before you go back to playing. Not every stream is about the both of you playing Stardew Valley, but when you do, the only thing Eren is focusing on is proposing to you.

He looked it up, so he knows how to do it, but he didn't know that it would take him so long to get everything he needed. So, he ends up playing whenever you aren't on stream, and he tells everyone to not tell you because it'll be a surprise.

"What're you doing?" You walk in one day when he's streaming, but he had already saved and closed the game out when he heard you coming.

"I was just talking to them," he says, gesturing towards the screen, and you walk into the frame, bending over so that they can see your face. It always lights up when they talk to you, and you wave to the camera as you respond to the comments.

"I'm just getting my phone charger," you answer when he asks what you were doing. You walk away, moving over to the outlet where your charger is, and you have to bend down to get it.

"Woah! Woah!" You jump as you turn around, and you see that he's blocking you with his hand, and you realize that you're still in the frame. "Only I get to see your ass, they have to pay."

You roll your eyes as you yank your charger out before standing straight up. "Really?" you quip. "Why're you always streaming shirtless, huh? Making an only fans or something?" you joke.

"Had to get the views somehow," he responds back with a shrug, and you shove at him. You both laugh softly, and when you start to walk away, he pulls you back towards him, pulling you down so that he can kiss you. "Love you," he mumbles.

Your smile is big when you pull away. "Love you, too."

He watches you leave, and he checks to make sure you're really gone before he starts the game back up. He finds out that he's so close to finally getting everything together, frantically asking the chat what else he needs.

You're laughing at the fact that he actually proposed to you in the game the next time you play together on stream, easily saying yes, and he cheesily kisses you in person.

But you're crying as well as laughing when he proposes in real life.

[ohayopoko]

Connie's Mom (NSFW)

Pairing: Eren x BlackFem!Reader

Summary: Eren befriends Connie when he goes home for summer vacation to get to his fine ass Momma

Or

19 year old Eren thinks he’s grown and Milf!Y/n shows him how to be grown

Story Playlist: Apple Spotify

HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN! @ackeroki Enjoy ya glow up day my love!!!

Eren is a confident young man, Y/n would give him that. He did it so casually, as if it was second nature and Y/n couldn’t believe this boy, who could be her son, was stepping to her right now.

Y/n ignores him, knife in her hand poised over the sandwich she was cutting up for her son. Her son, Connie, who’s in the living room across from the kitchen. He’s lost in his boyish video games, shouting at the screen with these ridiculously big headphones over his head. Y/n relaxes a bit when she knows Connie can’t hear them.

“That’s an awful lot of meat, Miss Y/n.” Eren voices his observations, the corners of his mouth curling up ever so slightly and Y/n’s never really paid attention to Eren’s face but she notices there’s this dimple that lights up on his cheek. “Do you think you can handle it?”

The topic at hand was meat. Y/n knew her little boy liked it when she stuffed his sandwiches with cold cuts, that’s why she had to cut it up in the first place. Eren’s curious though.

Eren’s amused when her eyebrows raise, a frown taking over her pretty face as she sets Eren with a look. “It’s for my son,” She corrects him, putting the knife down and turning to face him, one hand still on the counter as she continues. “Your friend.”

Eren’s not deterred by Y/n’s attitude, instead he comes in closer, putting his hand on the counter as he lowers his head and meets Y/n’s brown eyes. “What if I wanna be friends with you?”

“You’re like five years old,” Y/n counters as soon as the words leave his pink lips. Eren’s breath smells good, minty and Y/n’s not expecting that. Boys their age didn’t brush their teeth, let alone shower from what she’s seen but Eren has a nice scent to him. It’s something like vanilla and brown sugar.

Eren’s chuckle starts at the back of his throat, his smirk turning into a smile as he humors Y/n. His green eyes are low when he’s had his fun, rolling Y/n over and she swears he’s biting the inside of his lip with the way his mouth moves.

“Then I guess you’re ten.”

Y/n wonders where in the hell Connie found Eren for a friend and why in the fuck would he bring this fast ass little boy into damn her house. He looks good, tall for nineteen, though.

“Where is your momma?” Y/n calmly questions Eren, her eyebrows now quirking at him. The sunlight shining through the kitchen window hits his tan skin and he looks gold in the sunlight. She never noticed the flashes of ocean blue in his green eyes or his long dark lashes but she does now.

“At home,” Eren answers, his expression settling to something smug and Y/n’s not used to this. She’s not used to her son’s friends tryna get onto her. He’s not jailbait, but still.

“So go play with ya momma,” Y/n concludes their conversation, turning back to the counter to pick up the knife. “Not me.” She continues cutting the sandwich up, waiting for him to go away.

Eren watches her and he likes the way her bouncy black curls falls over her shoulder to kiss the counter with every move she makes. “But I wanna play with you.”

Eren tilts his head at her when she looks up at him again and Y/n feels herself getting a little flustered at his charming smirk. He’s manipulative though, hitting her where it hurts. “It looks like it’s been a while since you’ve had a play date, Miss Y/n.”

“I have lots of play dates.” Y/n makes the last cut and plates it.

“So why won’t you play with me?”

Y/n fixes him with another look and Eren snickers at her expression.

“Because you don’t even know how to play,” Y/n’s quip is sassy as she motions to the plate. Eren doesn’t have to come closer when he reaches for the plate, but he does and she can feel the contour of his abs when his stomach brushes against her arm.

“All I do is play,” Eren leaves the kitchen after that but he looks back at Y/n, winking at her before joining Connie in the living room.

The next time Eren steps to her is at the supermarket.

Y/n’s looking for fish sauce when she sees the Jaeger boy with Carla. Y/n vaguely remembers how she gushed about her son coming home for summer vacation at breakfast and mimosas and now Eren’s turning up in the supermarket with a face copied and pasted directly from Carla? Carla? Ink-skin, whiskey slinging, slick mouth, hot pussy Carla was Eren’s mother?

Carla has two cans in her hand, comparing them as Eren leans on the shopping cart looking absolutely bored out of his mind when Y/n pushes her shopping cart by them. There are no words exchanged even though Carla was a friend. Y/n considers telling Carla all about her fast ass son right then and there but she’s on a timer for dinner. Eren’s green eyes follow Y/n as she breezes by and he likes what he sees. She’s wearing these pink sweat shorts that make her ass pop and her titties are bursting out of her sports bra.

“Eren, do you think I could substitute the red beans for black beans?” Carla’s question pulls him away from Y/n.

“Huh?” Eren wasn’t listening and his eyes are still flicking up the aisle, catching Y/n turning the corner.

Carla let out a sigh, shaking her head at Eren as she puts the red beans down. “You really have to stop smoking so much, my love.”

Eren rolls his eyes. “Just repeat the question, Mom.”

“I’m serious!” Carla get’s all motherly on him and Eren doesn’t stop her when she reaches out and pinches his cheek “It’s fucking up all your brain noodles, Eren.

“Mommm,” Eren’s squinching up his face when she pats his cheek.

“Okay, okay,” Carla pulls her ponytail over her shoulder and she’s playing with it. “The black beans, do you think I could substitute it since your father doesn’t like the red beans?”

Eren snorts at that. “No, you’ll fuck the whole fuckin’ recipe up. Tell Dad to buck the fuck up, it’s just some fucking beans.”

Carla laughs at that, her eye corners crinkling as she covers her mouth. “I guess It’s my fault you’ve got a nasty ass mouth.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Eren picks up the sales paper and moves to leave. “I’m gonna go check out the milk prices, paper says Eight Continent is on sale.”

“Get the yellow box, baby!” Carla calls after Eren as he leaves the aisle.

Milk is the last thing on Eren’s mind when he finds Y/n picking out tomatoes and Y/n doesn’t know how he does it. How he has the balls to approach her and when he does Y/n lets out a loud annoyed sigh, rolling her eyes. Eren takes the ripe tomato from her hand, a smirk on his handsome face as he moves around her. Her ass looks fat and Eren really wants to bite it, but he controls himself, coming to stand on the other side of her as he feigns interest in the tomato.

“What’s crackin’, Ma?” It’s a “casual” greeting, his voice cool and low when it graces her ears.

From afar it would look like they were just two people coincidentally picking out produce at the same time.

“Does your mother know about your fresh narrow ass?” Y/n’s picks out another tomato, inspecting it. “Not to mention fast?”

“Fast?” Eren chuckles the word out and it raises the hairs on Y/n’s arms, it’s like a faint shiver. “That’s a new one, Miss Y/n.” He puts down the perfectly good tomato and randomly picks out another one.

Y/n puts down the tomato in her hand and picks up Eren’s tomato. It was more of a snatch, the way Eren saw it and he laughs at her as he picks up the tomato she put down.

“I like this game,” Eren drawls as he looks over at her. Y/n looks over at him and he’s plucking the tomato, over and over again as his green eyes leer into her and there’s this lazy curl to his lips that makes her pussy hot and Y/n hates to admit it but she likes what she sees.

Eren knows he’s already bagged this fine ass milf when her pretty brown eyes start sizing him up, flicking up and down his body as she looks him over one good time. Fuck, Y/n really likes what she sees. His feet are big and bitch you already know what that meant.

“Me too,” It’s her pussy talking, short and sweet as it puts a flirty smile on her face.

“First playdate and we’re already having fun,” Eren doesn’t stop plucking the tomato and Y/n notices. His nails are clean and glossy and she likes that.

They’re interrupted though. Carla’s coming towards them and Y/n comes to her senses. Grabbing a plastic bag for her produce, she walks off before Carla gets close. Y/n hears Carla pressing Eren about some milk as she walks away and when she glances back at them Carla’s pulling Eren’s ear.

The next time he sees her it’s night time. Eren liked to think it was a coincidence, him going to Connie’s house to “pick him up” for the party twenty minutes after he left. Y/n comes to the door, holding the handle with one hand and the other on her hip as she looks at him expectantly.

“Yes?”

“Goodnight, Miss Y/n.” Eren’s twirling his car keys on his index finger, already smiling at her. “Is Connie home?”

“No,” Y/n’s trying really hard to look at his face and not his dick print, which seemed a lot bigger today. “Everyone came over and they all left twenty minutes ago.” Y/n slips up, eyes flickering downwards and Eren’s so fucking evil, letting out an smug “Hm.” to let her know he caught that.

Nevertheless;

“Oh,” It’s meant to sound disappointed, but it sounds like he doesn’t care. Eren doesn’t but still. “That’s a real shame, Miss Y/n. Guess I’ll miss the party.” Eren stops spinning the keys, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he takes his time looking Y/n up and down.

Y/n crosses her arms, her silky red night lingerie coyly moving with her body. “If you leave now you can catch them,” She opens her arm, motioning to his car which sat parked in her driveway. “It won’t be too late to have fun.”

Eren tears his eyes away from Y/n to glance back at his black infiniti. “I don’t want to.” He admits when his eyes are on her again. His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck as he continues. “But can I have fun with you, Miss Y/n?”

Eren’s shirt moves up his tummy and Y/n sees he has a happy trail and damn, he was so fine. He calls her ‘Miss’ and Y/n likes that, it’s respectful. At least he had manners, right?

“I’m watching Scary Movie 4,” Y/n steps aside, clearing a path for him. “I think that’s pretty fun.”

Y/n hadn’t felt such vengeful sexual tension in a long time and it feels as if the air is thick in the living room. Was she tripping? Or did Eren feel it too? He didn’t look like it. Eren looks unbothered, languidly lounging next to her on the couch. His arms are crossed over his chest and he’s manspreading, eyes on the movie.

‘Why?’ Y/n thinks to herself when she gets a look at his dick print again and it’s just there, in her business, in her face, pressing through his white sweatpants. ‘Why is it so big?’

Eren laughs at Brenda’s bitching and Y/n tears her eyes away, trying to focus on the movie. When he quiets down they go on in silence and Y/n feels like she’s losing her mind. What was she doing watching a movie at one in the morning with her son’s friend? That’s it, that’s all he is to her and that’s the only way she ever learned of his existence- so what the fuck was she doing?

Y/n thinks the situation is weird, a grown woman like herself all alone with a fast ass nineteen year old boy late at night. But she just can’t kick him out after inviting him in. After the movie, Y/n decides he’ll leave after the movie and she settles down in her seat, trying to tune Eren out. He’s quiet but he’s loud as fuck when his print moves and Y/n catches that, her eyes flicking away from the movie and training on his dickprint.

Eren’s watching her watch his dick print and he’s so smug when he moves it for her again and Y/n jumps a bit. She doesn’t mean to, but she looks at him and he’s looking at her and they both know what the fuck is goin on.

“Closed mouths don’t get fed, Miss Y/n.” Eren’s teasing her and Y/n gets hot, rolling her eyes, looking everywhere for anything but Eren.

“You think you’re hot shit?” She doesn’t see him pushing his sweatpants down but lord, she hears it when Eren’s dick slaps his belly one time and Y/n feels her mouth watering when she gets a good look at him.

Eren’s a strong young man, he’s a stallion and Y/n has to swallow the saliva building up in her mouth. It’s tall and Y/n’s entranced by the veins on his dick and the flushed, wet tip. So, she was right, he did feel the sexual tension too. Y/n likes the trimmed dark hair on his crotch and fuck, she’s willing to risk it all to get a whiff.

“I know I’m hot shit, Miss Y/n.” Eren likes how bashful she’s gotten, she looks unsure but he sees her swallowing. She’s drooling over his dick and Eren’s so cocky, pulling his shirt up a little before putting his hands behind his head and making his dick jump again, calling Y/n over.

“Let’s...” Y/n sounds low and breathy, hungry as she scrambles to her knees between Eren’s legs. “Let’s see about that.” Her pretty brown eyes lock in his own as she licks her lips, getting her mouth wet for him. She hot between her legs and her pussy’s aching as she swallows Eren’s dick whole.

“S-Shit,” Eren sits up a little, his spine quivering at the intense warmth of her mouth and he’s breathing hard when she presses her big lips to the base of his dick. He wasn’t expecting this, girls usually started off with some licking, maybe kissing but-

“-Miss Y/nnn,” Eren sighs aloud, sitting back in his seat as he enjoys your mouth.

Y/n longs her tongue out of her mouth and Eren shivers as she licks the underside of his dick and wiggles the tip against his balls. His crotch musk smells good, sexy, clouding her mind and Y/n’s pussy is twitching in response. Eren doesn’t leave Y/n’s eyes when she starts to suck and she’s doing it so effortlessly with no hands. Her cheeks are hollow, lips flush against his dick with this devilish glint in her eye as she sucks him up into her warm mouth with each stroke of her neck.

Y/n pulls her mouth off of his dick with a loud pop and it leaves Eren reeling. He breaks eye contact, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling as he takes deep breaths. Y/n licks her lips, eyeing his twitching dick rocking against his tummy.

“You wanna be grown?” Y/n leans forward, licking out her tongue to lap at his balls wide and slow and Eren’s eyes are on her again. “Right?” Y/n gives the length of his dick a broad lick and she licks her lips again, her lips curling up into a smug smirk.

“All bark?” Y/n licks him again, this time from the underside of his balls all the way to the tip of his dick. “No bite?”

“Get naked,” Eren’s tone is rough but his ears are red, telling a whole ‘nother story. “I’ll show you how I bite.”

Y/n giggles at him, lolling her head to the side as she pities him with a soft, “Aw.” Y/n gives him another lick and Eren’s dick twitches against her tongue. She pulls back a bit, telling him softly, “Pay attention,” before she slides her thumb and index finger under his balls, pushing them up and closing her fingers around the base of his dick and Eren’s lets out a breath when she squeezes him.

Eren’s paying attention, watching as she closes her eyes and takes his dick in her warm mouth again. Y/n’s throating him, swallowing his sensitive tip repeatedly as her tongue twists and licks at the underside of his dick and Eren’s pressing up into her throat, eyebrows squinching together as his mouth falls open. Y/n squeezes the base of his dick and balls harder, denying him that sweet nut and Eren’s fingers are in her hair as he bucks up into her mouth.

Y/n’s other hand comes up and presses on Eren’s lower tummy, forcing him to stay still. She takes care of him though, closing her lips around him as she sucks him up. Eren let’s her, encourages her and soon she gets sloppy with it, her lips slack around his dick and her tongue longed out as she sucked him up and down, loud slurping noises coming from her mouth. She’s still squeezing him, swallowing him and it’s all too much.

“M-Miss… M-Miss Y/n,” Eren’s moan is a breathy one, pushed out of his mouth when he heaved his chest and Y/n’s pussy is dripping juice, bead after bead falling onto the hardwood floor.

Eren was gonna cum, he wanted to cum but Y/n’s making him fight for that nut. He’s hard as a rock in her hand, balls turning purple and Y/n doesn’t let up. Her pretty brown eyes are looking into his own as she puts in the motherfucking work. It feels so good Eren has a moment of clarity and he can’t believe he’s actually bagged Connie’s mom. His mind is snatched away when he feels the base of his dick hurting, aching and he wants to cum so fucking bad.

Y/n’s eating his dick up, tongue lapping his balls as she throat strokes him, lost in the aches and waves of heat that lit her pussy afire and made her clit tingle. He tastes good and Y/n forgets he’s not a lollipop, determined to suck him down to the bone. Eren’s toes are curling in his socks, eyes rolling back with a deep groan as Y/n sucks his brain though his dick and-

“-G-Gah!” Eren shudders as he spills into Y/n’s mouth and she’s still going, slurping up his cum back up as it ran down his dick. Eren’s tummy is heaving and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands anymore. His toes are all curled up and it’s starting to hurt but he’s still cumming and Y/n’s polishing it all off.

Cum and saliva’s leaking down Eren’s dick and balls, running over her hand and dripping onto the floor when Y/n finally stops, pulling back from his dick but not before licking at the tip. Eren’s a mess when she lets his anatomy go and she giggles when it flops against his tummy and another healthy spurt of cum shoots out.

The movie’s halfway done but it’s white noise as Y/n gets up and crawls into Eren’s lap. He’s a champion, dick still standing tall after she’s done with him and Y/n’s pussy is itching for its turn on Eren’s fine stallion. Eren’s hands are on her hips as she shifts forward and her breasts smell like Chanel N°5 when she puts them in his face. He breathes her in, hands trailing to grab her soft ass and he’s holding her as she rubs her pussy and spreads her lips over the tip of his dick.

Eren’s breath is hot against her breast and the heat coming off of her pussy deliciously wafted onto his tip and Eren’s squeezing her ass, needing her. Y/n gives him her pussy, gracefully sitting on his dick. She curls her toes, breathing a small, “Ohh,” as Eren forced her pussy open. Y/n sinks into his lap and they’re connected. Eren feels her juiciness around him and Y/n feels him digging in her deep and they’re face to face so she kisses him.

Eren squeezes two handfuls of her ass as he tongues her down and Y/n starts grinding when he’s pulling her cheeks apart, spreading her wet pussy on his dick. Eren’s rearranging her insides and she’s moaning into his mouth. Y/n grinds him just right and Eren’s digs in her belly, pulling a moan from her so loud it breaks the kiss and Eren’s breathing hard against her chin, squeezing her, holding her. Fuck, Eren’s in her business, in her face and in her pussy and Y/n feels as if she underestimated him when he starts rocking his hips up into her.

“Oh wow,” Y/n’s breath is shaky, her pussy embarrassingly squishing around Eren’s dick and he encourages her, clapping her ass cheeks with such force she’s thrusted forward, falling into another kiss. Y/n likes neat kisses but Eren’s sloppy with his kisses and she’s trying to keep up with him but he’s manhandling her ass, picking it up and pulling it back into his lap as he fucks her pussy out.

Y/n’s letting him in her pussy and Eren knows he’s fucking her right when she stops kissing back and starts pushing that pussy out just for him. Eren’s not playing any type of games when he yanks her pussy up his dick and pulls her ass apart, spreading her juicy pussy before he tears it up. Y/n’s leaking, panting out of her mouth as Eren bites her bottom lip, never leaving her eyes as he mercilessly drills up into her soft spot.

Riding a man meant power, the power to make a mess of him and that’s what Y/n liked but instead Eren made a mess of her, balls slapping up against her ass with every stroke and Y/n feels her pussy creaming, clit jumping and tingling. Eren lets her lip go when he hurts her pussy, roughly thrusting up into her womb and the scream Y/n gives him burns him up inside.

“I thought I didn’t know how to play.” Eren drawls as he slowly pulls out and Y/n’s body is shaking, so he holds her right there as he stuffs his dick up inside of her. Y/n’s breath is hot on his lips when she moans in response and it sounds so sweet Eren can’t help himself. He wants to hear her again, so he pulls out of her creamy pussy and with a flick of his hips Y/n moans, this time into his neck. God, Y/n loved the way this fast ass little boy was treating her pussy right now and her core is aching for him inside of her and Eren reads her body so well.

“You don’t run, Miss Y/n.” Eren observes as he gives Y/n another stroke and her pussy starts fluttering around his dick. “I admire that.” He strokes her again and Y/n’s never had dick this good since Connie’s father. Her clit’s twitching and her pussy’s so fucking hot and wet and she’s desperate and all she can do right now is take it when Eren starts drilling her pussy out again.

“Good boy,” Y/n’s taking all the dick he’s throwing up into her tummy, cooing out her encouragement. “You’re such a fucking good boy, tear this pussy up, tear it to shreds”

“Oh God, yess, Miss, Y/n,” Eren’s panting, huffing, nails digging into her skin, sweat on his brow as he demolishes Y/n’s squelching hole, stabbing out her soft spot and her pussy’s so fucking wet, creaming up and down the length of his dick.

It’s such an intoxicating feeling, rhythm, dance and Y/n’s losing herself and soon she’s flinging her pussy into Eren’s lap singing a sexy chorus of “Ooh” ‘s and “Ah” ‘s and “Fuckkk,” ‘s and Eren loves watching her get wild on his dick. Y/n turns a trick, jumping up onto her feet the next time she pulls her pussy up his dick. Y/n grabs his shoulders and starts bouncing, riding Eren’s dick on her tippy toes. Eren’s holds on for the ride, her ass cheeks clapping and bouncing in his hands and fuck, Y/n loves the way he made up his face. He’s moaning her name with every stroke of her heavenly pussy and Y/n rides his fast ass to fuckin freedom.

Y/n had a pussy power that gripped him when she bounced up and sucked him in when she sank down on his dick and Eren’s singing his own chorus of, “Oh, Fuckkk,”, taking all the pussy she’s putting on him, nodding to encourage her bouncing as he takes her hands from his shoulder, interlocking their fingers. The movies almost over but they don’t care cause Y/n’s pussy is talking and fuck, Eren’s listening.

“Don’t stop, Miss Y/nn,” Eren’s moans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he squeezes her hands. “Thank you for this pussy, Miss Y/nnn, thank you so much,”

Y/n’s check engine lights are on and her knees are aching but she keeps going cause Eren’s under her moaning like a bitch and her pussy’s burning up, squelching something nasty around Eren’s dick. He was gonna make her cum, Eren was gonna make her cum and Y/n’s lost in his eyes. Her nipples are tingling, pussy twitching, aching and Y/n wants to jump out of her skin. She loves the way he groans when she clenches her pussy up and she feels so vulnerable, squeezing his hands tight when she cums all over Eren’s dick. It’s a sight, Miss Y/n crying and squirting all over his tummy, hot and wet, before collapsing onto him.

Eren feels her pussy fluttering and throbbing around his dick as she breaths hot in his neck and he pulls his fingers from her own, pushing on her shoulders to check on her. When he sees her tears Eren licks her face, slow and gentle until the tears are gone.

“I’m okay,” Y/n sighs as she brings her hand up to push drenched wavy baby hairs from Eren’s face. “It felt really good, I, uh…I’m just rusty.” It’s a futile attempt because Eren’s baby hairs don’t assimilate into his high ponytail, falling right back into his face.

“I understand,” Eren licks the saltiness off of his lips and he touches her waist, playing with the ends of her red night lingerie. It rode up when she was riding, not that Y/n even cared or noticed. “Kiss me Miss Y/n, please?”

Y/n’s fingers dance across the top of Eren’s hair and entangle themselves in his wavy ponytail and Eren’s eyes are low and Y/n knows he’s looking at her lips, Y/n knows he wants her lips. So she kisses him, short and sweet, their lips making a smooching sound and it signifies the end of the kiss but Eren presses his lips against her own again and she’s pulled in again. Eren’s touching her chin when he licks her bottom lip and Y/n’s pussy feels hot around his dick when he bites her lip again.

He lets her go and Y/n licks her lips, pressing one last kiss to Eren’s lips before she gets up off of him. Fuck, he’s still hard, her pussy cream drizzling down his balls and Eren laughs a little when he notices her staring. Wasn’t the pussy we gave him enough? Y/n’s quirking her eyebrow at his dick and she feels uncertain for a second. She knew she had good pussy with a track record of fifteen abortions- Connie was really fucking lucky- but Y/n knew she had the goods- or did her pussy turn trash over all these years?

“I’m too tired to cum again,” Eren tells her, snickering when she moves back when he makes his dick jump for her. “I have to wait until it goes away.”

“Okay,” Y/n admits, nodding her head. “That’s new.”

Eren laughs, looking over at the T.v. to catch Brenda making fun of Cindy for running away from the skeleton. “You really put on a show, Miss Y/n.”

Eren’s eyes are on her again and Y/n doesn’t stop him when he reaches out and pulls the front of her night lingerie down. Her tits are big and brown with yummy dark areolas and Eren just has to touch them. Y/n’s face turns hot and she’s flustered, looking away as Eren fondles her breast.

”Look at these fat mommy milkers,” It’s nothing more than a whisper when he gently pulls at her hard nipple before squeezing a handful of her breast and fuck, Y/n gets even hotter when her pussy starts talking back, thumping and aching.

Y/n reaches over, gently grasping Eren’s dick before she starts stroking him nice and slow and they’re playing with each other, enjoying each other. Y/n’s tits felt so soft and her hand felt so good and Eren doesn’t ask permission when leans over and starts sucking on her nipple. He’s squeezing her breast, tongue toying her nipple as he sucks up her areola and Y/n keeps stroking his dick.

He starts rocking up into her hand, moaning around her breast and Y/n cooes down at him lovingly stroking back Eren’s baby hairs with her thumb. He’s such a greedy boy, grabbing both of her breasts and pushing them together, he swirls his tongue around her nipples and Y/n stops stroking his dick, moaning a soft, “Oh wow,”

Eren doesn’t stop sucking her tits when he takes her down to the couch and Y/n opens her legs, letting him into her body. It feels good, he knows what he’s doing and Y/n’s thankful he hasn’t tried to pinch her nipples yet. He’s licking them nice and slow though, wet broad licks as he samples them back and forth and Y/n feels her pussy aching so much it felt heavy between her legs. Eren knows he’s got her again when she starts opening her legs wider, rocking her hips to rub her pussy on his tummy. It’s warm, wet, juices staining his tummy like a snail and Eren really wants to know what she tastes like.

He looks up, eyes smirking at her when he sees Y/n’s all hot and bothered. Eren plants a soft kiss on her left nipple and she thinks it’s his favorite cause he licks it one last time before he ventures lower. Her tummy looks tasty through her night lingerie that conforms to her body and Eren pushes the fabric up. She has a innie with stretch marks that run down her love handles and with the way the pattern looked he guessed she had stretch marks on her ass too.

Eren’s mouth is watering though cause her pussy is in his face and fuck, it’s a recipe for disaster. Miss Y/n’s pussy looks so pretty, it’s plump and wet with neatly trimmed hair and Eren doesn’t know how to act. His hands snake under her ass, pulling her body closer as he buries his nose in her pussy, breathing her in. Y/n bites her lip, pussy burning as she watches Eren breathe her in and his breath is coming out shaky when he opens his eyes and looks into her.

“Can I taste you?” His words are hot against her pussy and it’s thumping so hard Y/n starts nodding before he gets the sentence out and Eren answers her with a broad wet lick, dragging his tongue from her taint, between her juicy pussy lips and he curves the tip of his tongue when he rolls it up her swollen, delicate clit. Y/n shivers at that and Eren reads her body, rolling his tongue down her clit and Y/n’s quivering when he closes his eyes and starts sucking on her clit, nice and slow. He’s squeezing her flesh, tongue swirling circles around her clit and Y/n’s pulling back her legs, giving Eren all of her pussy and he’s so nasty, taking her whole pussy in his mouth.

Y/n moans a soft, “Clean your plate,” and Eren’s licking her everywhere, tongue swirling between her lips and wiggling into her pussy hole before he licks up to her clit and starts tasting her all over again. Y/n can’t believe Eren’s eating her pussy so good, it’s like he knows what she wants before she even wants it and he gives it to her, sending electricity shooting up her clit into her spine and Y/n’s pussy’s so sensitive, twitching in Eren’s mouth as she gives him her moans too.

Eren’s melting into her, lapping up all her pussy juice as he moves his hands from under her ass, running them over her tummy and squeezing her fat before he cups her breast, licking her hole out. Miss Y/n’s pussy tasted so good, sweet and tangy, Eren can’t get enough. His tongue is long and Y/n feels every inch of it as Eren tongue fucks her and when he starts caressing her nipples, running his thumbs back and forth over each sensitive peak, she gets even wetter and Eren slurps it all down.

Y/n can’t get her thoughts together, they’re scrambling faster and faster as Eren unravels her and her tummy is tightening and her pussy’s aching, her clit feels heavy and god, Y/n can’t help but whine out his name when Eren starts playing with her clit again. She arches her back, fingers in his hair and Eren chases her pussy, nose pressing into her front as he tongues her clit down. He’s squeezing her breasts now, slowing down his licks and they’re timed with her heart beat and fuckkk, Y/n submits to Eren all over again.

He opens his eyes as he licks her up one last time before he tells her a soft, “Don’t run, Miss Y/n,” Eren licks her pussy again and Y/n’s chest is heaving, her pussy burning and the air feeling cold around her clit. “I won’t bite,” The words are hot against Y/n’s pussy and she’s so thankful when Eren dives back in, eyes closed as he eats her out. Y/n trusts him with her pussy again, trying to stay still as he eats but it feels so good, he’s vibing her out and Y/n can’t find her words so she just moans for him.

Eren knows he’s winding her fine ass up again when she’s running again, back arching as she pulls his hair. They’re becoming one, Y/n’s skin vibrating as his hands slide from her breast to the arch in her back and he holds her, drinking down all her pussy has to offer. Y/n moans loud and breathy as she cums in Eren’s mouth and her legs are shaking, mouth open as she makes up her face at the sight of Eren making love to her pussy. It’s a strong orgasm, sending shivers up her spine, over her skin and pricking into her nipples as she vibes it out.

When it’s over her body feels sensitive all over, nerves prickling and Eren’s kissing her pussy, peppering butterfly kisses on her wet pussy lips. Eren’s looking at her as he places one last kiss on her pussy before he rests his head on the inside of her thigh. Y/n’s breathing hard, tired, and she hates the stupid boyish smile that grows on Eren’s with every breath she lets out.

“Don’t die on me, Miss Y/n,” Eren teases as he gets up and sits back, taking Y/n’s body in. “Can’t have my playmates dying on me now,”

Y/n props herself up on her elbows and Eren laughs when she presses him. “Whatchu tryna say?” She’s sassy, raising an eyebrow at Eren. “No, don’t laugh now- talk your shit.”

Eren tastes Y/n when he licks his lips and he has this mischievous smirk on his face when he gives it up to her. “You’re the one that’s shaking. You tell me?”

Y/n was shaking, her legs were shaking and she rolls her eyes, snapping her knees shut in an attempt to keep still. She glances at the t.v. and the movie is over and the living room is quiet, save for Y/n’s hard breathing.

“You have to go home,” She tells him as she sits up and tries to fix her night lingerie. “Carla’s probably expecting you.”

“You’re right,” Eren agrees as he stands up, pulling his white sweatpants up his hips. He pulls his phone from his pocket and he has lots of notifications but the only ones that stand out at the three missed calls from his mom. Eren kinda regrets not telling her he was going out to a “party” before he left and his ear starts getting phantom aches as he imagines her pulling his ear as soon as he got home.

He’s still hard and Y/n embarrassed when she wonders if she’ll get to fuck him again. Eren really knew how to fuck- why wouldn’t she wanna fuck him again? Y/n doesn’t get time to linger on that because once Eren fixed his pony tail and wiped the rest of Y/n’s pussy juice from his mouth, he was ready to leave. Y/n walks him out, holding the door as he leaves. He’s so charming, giving her a smile that makes his dimple light up and Y/n’s face feels hot when he tells her,

“Goodnight, Miss Y/n.”

Fast, fresh and confident, Connie really knew how to pick his friends.

[edie-baby]

mr & mrs | liam lawson x reader

Summary: You and Liam were teammates at Hitech for 2021. You had the biggest crush on him, but you were sure he didn't see you as anything more than a little sister. But oh, how a few basic questions could uncover the truth between you.

Warnings: swearing, and I think that's it?

When you walked into work in the Hitech Grand Prix building this morning, you didn’t expect to be playing the fucking newlywed game with your crush. And if you’re being honest with yourself, crush is a light way to put it. You were head over heels for your F2 teammate and best friend, Liam Lawson. There was just something about the New Zealander that always had your heart racing, your legs buckling, and your stomach dropping.

So when you were directed into the garage for a ‘different background’ from other videos you had done with Liam, your stomach lurched. Here this gorgeous man was, in all his Kiwi glory, hair waxed back but falling out of place, jeans hugging the toned curves of his legs and ass and giving you a glorious view of his bulge, and the fucking blue sweater. The same blue sweater he had worn the last time the two of you did a video that had reduced you to a stuttering mess when you first saw him.

But now it is worse. So, so much worse. He was standing in a garage. Around cars, and tyres, and grease, and all of the inanimate objects you found so sinfully appealing, and he was just right in the middle of it looking like that. You just about turned around and walked right back out.

“Mighty Mouse! There you are. I was starting to think I’d have to be the brains and beauty of the operation.” Liam called once he spotted you, and suddenly you remembered why you had never tried making a move on him. He treated you like a little sister. Nicknames like ‘kiddo’ and ‘mighty mouse’ were a regular occurrence, and they never failed to make you squirm.

“Well, you struggle to be anything but the brawn, and I think I’m even starting to overtake you there.” You teased, pushing yourself to stay casual, platonic, familial. There was so much opportunity to flirt with him, but the few times you had tried were brushed off, so you had given up many moons ago.

“Ouch Princess, that hurts.” Liam mocked, his hand cradling his chest and you couldn’t help but wonder how it would be to fall asleep against his chest, curled up after a rough night of-

“Who’re you calling princess, princess?” You shot back, cutting your thoughts off before they continued developing and became an issue. Liam laughed, his arm slung around your shoulder while the two of you walked over to the team that were in charge of running your activity for the afternoon.

“Ok, I don’t know if you guys have heard of it, but this game is called Mr and Mrs, one of you will have a whiteboard and wear headphones while the other tries to guess what the answers to the questions you’re writing down are. Make sense? Ok, great, let’s do an intro and go from there.” One of the guys explained quickly, and you began having flashbacks to an awful 80s game show called The Newlywed Game, and blushed profusely. Having you and Liam in a video titled ‘Mr & Mrs’ was sure to get the fans going, and you couldn’t blame Hitech’s PR plan.

You and Liam settled into the wheely chairs from the office next door, Liam positioning himself in frame of the camera and fixing his stupidly perfect hair when you came barreling toward him with your chair, legs tucked up high so you didn’t cop a chair arm to the knee. Liam screeched when you finally hit him, almost toppling off the chair in surprise while you spun slowly, laughing freely as you did so.

Liam looked over at you, your head thrown back in carefree laughter, the yellow sundress that covered your body made you look radiant, and he was sure he had never seen a sight so beautiful before. Your laughter calmed down, and as you looked over at him, he couldn’t help but send you a lovestruck smile, his eyes dopey with admiration. You blushed slightly, laughing as the team asked if you could do the intro again, but actually introduce what you were doing.

Liam slid out of the frame, and you followed his movements as you could tell a fierce battle was about to commence. Kicking off the ground with force, you tucked your legs up onto the chair again, spinning into Liam so fast, you couldn’t actually see his face before you crashed into him. The two of you exploded in laughter again, laughter and smiles were common between you, and Hitech’s Instagram was full of photos and videos of you and Liam smiling at each other, or doubled over in laughter, clutching onto each other.

“Hi, I’m Liam Lawson, and this is Y/N, we drive for Hitech in Formula 2.” Liam began once you had slowed down your laughter. He kept a firm grip on the arm of your chair, holding you close and still, as your chair really liked spinning around.

“And we’re here to play Mr & Mrs, another game in our long series championship to see who the better teammate is.” You finished, gesturing to yourself subtly, but Liam caught it and pushed your chair away jokingly. As much as you loved the man and wished you could be more, you wouldn’t give up this relationship you have with him for something that might work.

MR & MRS | EDIE-BABY

“Liam, what is Y/N’s favourite colour?” The same guy from before asked, one who Liam still didn’t recognise due to the facemask and hat he was wearing. Nevertheless, he held up a whiteboard where the question was scribbled in messy writing, three multiple choice answers written waiting for not only Liam’s, but also your answer. You had airpods in your ears, connected to the blaring music playing from one of the Hitech employees’ laptops, a whiteboard in your hand that you quickly scribbled out an answer to.

Liam looked over at you, holding the whiteboard to your chest protectively so he wouldn’t cheat, but there was really no way that he could.

“It’s not an answer listed here, but her favourite colour is a light brown. She always says it calms her down because it reminds her of a cafe she went to once back home.” Liam spoke, watching you as he answered. You didn’t hear a word he was saying, bopping your head along to the 2000s hits pumping through the earphones. Liam pulled one of them out, his head nodding over to the camera while you proudly turned the board around, thinking you had gotten one over on Liam.

“My favourite colour is light brown, because it reminds me of the Brew Cafe in my hometown, and it brings a really nostalgic and calm feeling.” You stated, watching the faces of the employees morph from business to shock. You looked over at Liam, who had a smug smile on his face while he listened to your answer.

“There’s no way you could have known that!” You protested, glaring accusingly at the dirty blonde. He laughed in response, and you couldn’t have felt happier in any given moment. Not even the top step of the podium could compare to the warmth spreading in your chest. Little did you know, Liam was feeling the exact same way.

“Y/N earphones back in, Liam your next question. What is Y/N’s favourite song at the moment?” The same guy asked, yet this time there were no multiple choice answers. Liam’s eyes widened, turning to look at you to think of any songs he had heard blasting from your speakers or earphones recently, or something that you had ranted excitedly to him about. He spoke to himself, mumbling about artists and songs he could remember falling from your lips. You twirled a piece of hair around your finger, thinking about the answer to the question, when suddenly it hit him.

He had to wait a few moments as you were slowly writing down your answer, still not 100% sure of yourself. It was only after you had taken an earphone out that you jumped, furiously rubbing out the answer on the whiteboard and writing a new one, looking much more satisfied with the new answer. The team counted down, and as Liam spoke, you almost dropped the whiteboard.

“Feeling Something Bad by Ellise. She’ll start singing it randomly when she concentrates, which is usually a giveaway to what songs she's been listening to recently.” Liam said his answer so confidently that it made you feel as though you were inferior because he knew your favourite song and it took you a decent minute to think of it. Liam got another point as he had gotten two of your answers right, and you were starting to feel competitive.

“Alright Liam, who does Y/N get along with best in the F2 paddock? Oscar Piastri, Dan Ticktum, or you?”

“Oh, oh. Well, she hangs out with Oscar a lot, but I don’t know if she would say they get along better than we do? Like, she’s closer with Oscar but we get along best, if that makes sense? I don’t think it does. I’m gonna say Oscar because I don’t want to be rejected, but I really hope I’m wrong and that she says me.” Liam rambled, finally deciding on Oscar, and when you were told to turn your board around, Liam’s heart sank a little. You had written Oscar, and as you began trying to defend yourself, Liam waved it off and laughed to hide the disappointment in his eyes, but you could see it clear as day. You tried to move on like he did, to keep playing the game like you didn’t hurt her best friend and crush.

You began trying to cheer the Kiwi up, dancing along to the songs playing, and occasionally belting out the chorus. He was laughing along, finally joining you to sing when you were screaming the lyrics to Promiscuous, dancing all around the garage and trying to pull him up around with you. While you were dancing with some of the employees off camera, being recorded for Instagram, Liam was still in frame of the main camera, a fond smile on his face, and anyone who had looked at him could see that he was completely and utterly whipped for you, but you were too caught up in Nelly Furtado to see it yourself.

It was your turn to answer questions now, passing Liam the whiteboard that had a little love note written on it.

I’m going to crush you.

You wrote, and Liam thought it was adorable how competitive you got in trivial games like this, but it always made him try even harder just to give you some semblance of a battle.

“Y/N! How old was Liam when he started karting?” The guy you had begun to think was not an actual Hitech employee asked. The three ages to choose from scribbled on the whiteboard. You studied them for a moment, and could see Liam in the corner of your eye writing out his own answer.

“He was seven, because I remember him telling me that there’s regulations in New Zealand that you can’t race go-karts competitively until you’re seven and then won the race.” You explained, remembering the story he had told you easily, it was one of your favourites, purely because of the joy on Liam’s face when he recounted it.

He turned the board around, showing the exact answer you had given, and he gave you a cheeky smile in response to your silent gloating about getting a point. There was nothing cuter in his eyes than you getting so worked up about a game.

“What is Liam’s pre-race superstition?” Before the board with the question and possible answers came up, your mouth blurted out the answer you already knew all too well.

“He gets in the car from the left.” You practically yelled, and Liam looked at you with wide eyes, not hearing your words but seeing the excitement at knowing the answer.

“How did you know that?” One of the Hitech PR asked as her main priority was to stir up more rumours about the two of you, as it was always good for the team’s press.

“Because I’m just as superstitious about getting in from the right side, so when he found out, he asked the team if we could switch around how our cars are placed in the garage so that we could meet in the middle, do our little ritual, and then get in the car from there.” You explained, watching as Liam wrote down his answer with no idea of the words you were saying.

When Liam turned the board around, he explained the exact same story you had, and you giggled when he finished, showing off a proud smile before putting the pieces together that you had already run the same spiel.

“It’s quite cute that the two of you explain things using basically the same words.” That same PR lady stated. And you almost rolled your eyes, almost. But you caught Liam blushing slightly, and a small, stupid part of you began jumping up and down, because not only did someone think your relationship with Liam was cute, but he blushed at that.

“It happens when you spend so much time with someone. I’ve started picking up Kiwi slang, and he’s learning some of my slang. You don’t realise it until you say something to someone when he’s not there and they’ve got no idea what I mean. It’s so normal for Liam to always be by my side, and me by his that when I’m with other people it feels weird.” You started on a ramble, something you were known for. And then just would… not… fucking… stop. The press officer looked satisfied, but as you had finally gotten your mouth to stop moving, you were scared to look over at Liam.

“Whenever she’s not within arm’s reach, I feel like I’m missing something.” Liam spoke quietly, and you gulped as you heard his words. The man was going to kill you, surely. This little production crew didn’t give a shit about your blossoming romance though, as they hurried you through to the next questions. You and Liam barely looked at eachother, your answers shorter and much more vague than they were before. You just wanted to get out of this chair and go freak out in an empty office somewhere.

“Well, the winner of this round is Liam, which means he has officially overtaken Y/N in the Hitech championship. How do you guys feel about this one?” The producers asked. You would usually have felt a bit of a blow to your chest finding out you had been beaten in two ways, but you truly couldn’t think of anything except your proximity to Liam.

“I think we found out a lot, and I’m glad to finally be ahead in the championship. I think it’s the only time I’ll ever be able to beat Mighty Mouse in anything.” Liam chuckled, reverting back to your ‘little sister’ nickname because he felt like the distance would help him process his emotions.

“Hey, you already beat me in height, age, and supercar experience, you gotta let me have something.” You whined, you looked over at Liam with a pout and puppy eyes, unintentionally making his heart pound out of his chest.

“Well you’re the cuter one of the team, and you’re a hell of a lot smarter than me, so I’d say you’re winning enough. Plus you’re higher up in the drivers standings than me.” Liam replied, leaning closer to stare into your eyes, barely two inches between your faces, you blinked slowly, afraid that any sudden movements would scare him away.

His large hand reached up, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, then coming to rest at the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your jaw.

“I don’t think you realise what you do to me.” You mumbled, leaning forward very slightly to nudge your nose against Liam’s. His breath hitched, eyes boring into your soul in a way that made you freeze.

“It can’t be any worse than what you do to me. Looking as beautiful as you do, all I want to do is hold you, keep you close, show you off to the world, and I want to call you mine. I want to take you home and show you around my hometown, I want to introduce you to my parents, to take you to parties with my friends, I want to curl up in your apartment watching Harry Potter movies, and I want to dance around the kitchen with you at 2 in the morning making pancakes. I want to live my life with you.” Liam confessed, and for a few moments, you felt as though you couldn’t breathe.

You lurched forward, balling your fists up in that stupid blue sweater and pulling him closer. Liam’s eyes closed instinctively as your lips met, the coconut lip balm you applied before you came into the office was shared on your tongues, Liam’s exploring your mouth with vigor. You had never imagined him to be this passionate, this intense. But you had no complaints, his hands tugging you forward until you fell onto his lap, legs slotting in beside his own to straddle him on the wheely chair.

You broke away for a moment to catch your breath, eyes surveying every square inch of Liam’s face to commit it to memory. He truly was a gorgeous man, and you hoped you would get to see him like this many more times to come. He caught the look in your eyes and dove back into your lips, his teeth capturing your bottom lip in a bruising grip, a whimper escaping your lips before someone clearing their throat interrupted you.

“I guess we have everything we need for the video. Thanks you two.”

[whiteqnn]

PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for! 

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

part 2 

part 4 

part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers. 

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least. 

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb. 

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen. 

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her. 

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well. 

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her. 

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth. 

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man. 

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast 

Logic 

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N 

:)

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game. 

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks. 

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment. 

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun. 

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code. 

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!” 

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

 Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join. 

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first. 

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice. 

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.  

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks. 

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.  

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!” 

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter. 

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.” 

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!” 

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice. 

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair. 

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right? 

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes. 

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began. 

“Woah”

“Holy shit!” 

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.  

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter. 

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.” 

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned. 

“Nope, just me and the engines.” 

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan. 

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

-

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...” 

-

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava. 

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge. 

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face. 

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them. 

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

-

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies. 

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed. 

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize. 

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think. 

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry 

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you 

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent. 

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...” 

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something” 

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?” 

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied. 

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested. 

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks. 

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next. 

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck. 

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed. 

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her. 

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!” 

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing! 

 She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications. 

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?” 

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?” 

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.” 

-

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think? 

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inspirational ~ corpse husband

word count: 1589

request?: yes!

“Hi! I was wondering if you could do a corpse husband imagine where the reader has a feeding tube? If you can’t that’s perfectly fine, I just haven’t been able to find one yet.”

description: in which the group plays with a popular streamer that has a feeding tube and corpse tells her how much she inspires him

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of chronic pain and cancer, also i only know a little bit about feedings tubes, i tried to do research in order to make myself more familiar but if there’s a lot of inaccuracies or anything i am very sorry i’m gonna try my best

masterlist (one, two)

Corpse listened to his friends shouting at one another to accuse each other of being sus. As usual, there was no use in trying to get a word in. Corpse spoke so softly that no one would even hear him unless they wanted to hear what he was saying.

“(Y/N)!” Toast suddenly exclaimed. “You’re being very quiet right now.”

“Because my damn tube is mixed up in my headphone wires!” (Y/N) exclaimed, sounding like she was far away from her mic. The group chuckled and continued with their conversation about who they thought the imposter was.

(Y/N) was a known Twitch streamer and YouTuber that rose to popularity when she started a series on her YouTube channel to show her journey through cancer treatments. Long before his own sudden boom in popularity, Corpse had watched all of her videos and became invested in her Twitch streams as well. Being someone who also struggled with chronic illness and pain, Corpse felt a sense of hope watching (Y/N) go through her treatment and still seem to optimistic in life and so productive in her YouTube and Twitch channels.

When Toast messaged the Amigops group to ask if anyone wanted to join his Among Us lobby with (Y/N), Corpse jumped at the chance. He hadn’t had much time to speak with her alone, but he was hoping to be able to tell her how much watching her content lifted him up during his worst times.

The meeting ended with no one being voted and brought them back to the office of the Polus map. Since they were playing with proximity chat, the argument from the meeting immediately continued with Rae and Toast warning everyone to stay away from Sean, who they were susing at the second imposter after already voting out Charlie.

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink astronaut run out of the office, silent amongst the chaos. He waited a moment before deciding to follow her, hoping he could meet her somewhere alone so he could talk to her.

He ran into O2 and noticed a pink bean in the boiler room stood by the water wheels. He ran in and stood in the doorway a moment before speaking.

“Hello (Y/N).”

“Ah fuck!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Corpse! Don’t scare me like that!”

Corpse chuckled. “Sorry, I’ll warn you next time.”

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m okay with that. I feel like being killed by Corpse Husband in Among Us is like a rite of passage at this point.”

Corpse slowly approached (Y/N) to which she quickly ran away from him to the other water wheel. He laughed again before assuring her, “I’m not an imposter, you can trust me.”

“I don’t think I can, but I will choose to trust,” she told him.

“I actually came looking for you because I wanted to talk to you.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

There were so many things running through Corpse’s mind. He just wanted to blurt out everything he had thought about (Y/N) and her story, to thank her for giving him hope, to tell her what an inspiration she was. But his words caught in his throat and he struggled to get anything out.

Finally, he said, “What’s it like trying to be a streamer with your...with the um...”

“The feeding tube?” (Y/N) finished for him. “You can say it, Corpse. It’s not exactly a secret.”

He sighed, glad that she had a joking tone about it. “Yeah, with the feeding tube.”

“It’s annoying,” (Y/N) admitted. “Like...I’m assuming you’ve seen my streams or my videos but for the sake of anyone watching your stream who hasn’t: I have a nasogastric feeding tube, or an NG-tube, which is a feeding tube that goes in through the nose. As cliché as it is, just picture Hazel Grace from the Fault in our Stars. Additional cliché, I have it because I had cancer and the treatments left me so malnourished that I need a feeding tube even after I’ve gone into remission. So, because it’s tubes that are connected in my nose, I keep getting my headphone wires tangled in my tube or, very rarely, my mic wires, and it’s fucking annoying. It hurts like a bitch when I go to stand up and I yank the wires  by accident or something.”

“Does...does anything else hurt? Because of the cancer or the treatment or anything?”

“Not as much as it used to. I went into remission like nearly a year ago, so I’m doing better. It’s a process, but it’s had an amazing outcome in the end so I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“I find you really inspirational,” Corpse finally blurted.

He felt his face heat up with slight embarrassment as (Y/N) giggled. “You do?”

“Yeah. I followed your series about your recovery and I’ve watched some of your livestreams every now and then. What always stood out to me was when you talked about the negative side effects of your treatment, and eventually having to put the feeding tube in and how you’ve found that effects you, too. Being someone with chronic illness and constant pain, I’ve also had those days where it feels like even getting out of bed is too much work and I don’t feel like I can stream or make a video, but then my anxiety tells me that everyone is going to forget about me if I don’t make some type of content, so it’s just an internal struggle when really I should be resting.”

“Being a content creator and having an illness is tough,” (Y/N) agreed. “It feels like you can’t take a day off. I sometimes regret making that series because on days that I felt absolutely awful, I didn’t want to film or edit anything, but I felt like I had to because so many people were watching. Ironically enough, that became the topic of one of those videos; I just sat in front of my camera looking the worst I think I’ve ever looked on camera and talked about how exhausted I felt just from being alive, but felt like I couldn’t rest because of my channel. That’s when I started taking longer breaks between videos and streaming. Your fans won’t leave you, not the true fans anyways. They’ll always be by your side even if you decide to disappear from the Internet forever.”

Corpse half smiled to himself. “I’ve thought about doing that sometimes.”

“It’ll be easy for you to do that where you’re faceless. No one would bother you even after you left the Internet cause they’d have no idea it was you unless you spoke.”

A brief pause in their conversation caused them to hear Sean yelling as he ran past the room. (Y/N) giggled and walked out of the room. Corpse followed, hoping to continue the conversation somewhere else.

“It means a lot to me that you think that about me, though,” (Y/N) continued as she ran into the storage room. “I find you pretty inspirational too.”

This took Corpse by surprise. He didn’t know how to respond. Sure, he heard that all the time from his fans, and it always meant the world to him to know that people found him to be an inspiration, but it felt different to hear that from someone he had looked up to for so long.

“I wish I could’ve been a faceless creator like you,” she said when Corpse didn’t respond. “One of my biggest regrets is probably showing my face online. Although, it wouldn’t make sense for me not to show my face when I’m making a series about cancer treatment, but people can be mean. Even when someone is struggling with illness or a disease, the Internet doesn’t care. Whatever makes them feel better over someone else feeling like shit.”

“I still get a lot of hateful messages even though I’m faceless, though.”

“You do, but you’re so unbothered by it. Publicly anyways. When I get messages about how sickly I look I get so overwhelmed with sadness and I just wanna delete my channel forever. I can’t even fake not caring because it really does effect me.”

“Stick with me, I’ll teach you my ways. My favorite is trolling the troll.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I’d like that a lot.”

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink bean approach his black one. “I’m glad we had this chat, Corpse. It made me really happy, but now it also makes doing this a lot harder.”

Corpse gasped as a kill animation popped up on the screen and (Y/N)’s astronaut quickly disappeared into the nearby vent. He was stunned into silence for a long time, just watching his ghost floating above his dead body. To make matters worse, (Y/N) had closed the door to storage so no one would find his body unless they had to go in there.

Charlie’s ghost floated through the walls and came to float next to Corpse’s. “Figured out Jack wasn’t the other imposter, huh?”

“Yeah,” Corpse said, laughing. “She really had me fooled. Buttered me up with compliments then killed me.”

“I taught her well,” Charlie comments before floating away again.

Corpse couldn’t help but laugh about the situation. He wasn’t mad, more impressed than anything. And he was a little happy; he got to talk to someone that had always been an inspiration to him and he made a new friend.

[jimlingss]

I really enjoyed reading your fic fall in hatred with jin and liked the concept of a couple on the verge of a divorce. I thought I’d make a request for an angsty marriage/divorce au with another member like jk but it ends fluffy🥺

Whether you take this request or not, I wanted to say that you’re a great writer and I always love reading your stories 💜

↳ Honeymoon Horrors

3.7k || 55% Angst, 45% Fluff || Min Yoongi || Divorce!AU

It was great when it started.   Cloud nine had descended down and made its home above both your heads. You were practically floating, swooning, living a romance that Nicholas Sparks would’ve envied. You felt like you were on a permanent high as if weed and cocaine was permanently stuck in your system. You had reached enlightenment and you were permanently euphoric. How could you not be?   You had met your soulmate after all.   But as the years passed, it came tumbling down. Cloud nine started to rain. You swooned so hard that you struck your head against the edge of the kitchen counter. Instead of floating, you were getting dragged down to hell and the high you felt turned into a crash. Most importantly, you became enraged.   And you’re still mad now.   When you watch your wedding videos, all you can do is throw popcorn at the screen and scream at the grinning bitch that she’s making the worst mistake of her life.    Life’s full of plot twists, isn’t it?   And you can only chuckle at that realization now. Because what was meant to be the honeymoon you never had, a replacement honeymoon of sorts, is turning out to be a nightmare.   “Hey. Can you move?”   You rip off your headphones. “Excuse me?”   “You’re taking up all of the space.” Yoongi stares at you lazily. “This is supposed to be my armrest.”   “No. This is mine. That’s yours.”   “No. Yours is next to the window. This one is supposed to be mine. If you’re that uncomfortable, you should’ve just given me the window seat.”   You scoff and shove his arm off the armrest with your own. The half-offended, half-amused expression on Yoongi’s face is utterly stupid. It’s as if he’s judging you for being childish when he was the one who started this. You wish you could punch him square in the nose. “If you want me to move, then why don’t you move your legs? You’re taking up all the leg room!”   “You’re only out of space because you had to put your purse under the seat.”   “Where else am I supposed to put my purse?!”   “Do you see me carrying a purse?”   Suddenly, there’s a clearing of the throat. A female flight attendant is standing at the aisle and leaning over while wearing a perfectly, cordial smile. “Is there a problem over here?”   Your eyes narrow into the nosy bitch sitting across the aisle who probably tattled. You saw her looking in the corner of her eye from the very start.    “No. Not at all.”   Yoongi smiles easily. “We’re fine.”   There’s an urge to roll your eyes.    In all honesty, you underestimated Yoongi. While your divorce was well on its way and heading off like a bullet train, you had forgotten how petty he was. Exactly like you. Maybe that’s why for a period of time, you suited one another so well.   With the deposit already given on what was supposed to be the honeymoon extravaganza you never had and the plans already made long ago, you were set on going no matter what. Except he was also set on going. The asshole couldn’t give up and neither were you willing to give in.   So here you were. With your worst nemesis.    “Can you repeat that?”   “I’m sorry, ma’am. There’s no possible way we can get you two rooms.” The receptionist looks up from her computer screen. “You originally booked the presidential suite, correct?”   “Yes, but we changed it into two regular rooms a while ago,” Yoongi says. His brows are cinched together and he’s gripping onto the itinerary tightly.   The girl behind the front desk looks at her computer again and clicks twice but probably at nothing. “I’m so sorry. It looks like it didn’t register into our system. Is there anything else I can do for you?”   This is dreadful. As if things couldn’t get worse, they got much much worse.   “Great.” You haul in your luggage, no thanks to him. “This is just great.”   “Yeah, keep complaining,” Yoongi grumbles, “See how much that helps.”   “Shut up.”   On the top floor, the room is quiet and open. There’s a love seat in front of a flat screen television, a dining room and an open kitchen and bar. The large glass windows fully face the sandy, blue beach and allows light to pour into the enormous space. There are two chairs outside the private terrace and a jacuzzi too. But as beautiful as the place is, you feel bitter.    It should’ve been great.    It would’ve been great if you were alone.   And to make matters worse, it seems like the resort hadn’t gotten the news that your relationship with Yoongi was essentially decimated. Not when there was a scattered rose petal path leading up to the king-sized bed which also had two folded doves on it with the word ‘congratulations’ spelled out in more petals. There’s also a note: I hope you enjoy yourselves, Mr. and Mrs. Min. And neither of you miss the mountainous stack of condoms on the nightstand.   Yoongi’s pale. “Christ.”   The knock on the door breaks the thick tension.   Yoongi opens the door, and he immediately steps back as two enthusiastic employees enter while wheeling in a silver cart. “Aloha, welcome to Hawaii! Are you the newlyweds?”   “Umm…”    The two of you are well past that period. To be exact, you married nearly two years ago, but you don’t know how to break it to them. Yoongi’s never been good with words either.   “Enjoying your honeymoon, aren’t you? Congratulations!” The older man is excited as if he was the one who got married. “We bought you a bottle of our best champagne to celebrate and hope you have an everlasting marriage!”   The girl beside the man pops the cork and pours the champagne, and you realize it would be more painless to go along with it.   “Thanks,” you mumble, taking your flute of champagne and nearly downing the entire thing in one go. Yoongi holds his and raises a brow at you.   “We also have a red velvet cake.” He shows you on the busy cart. “And our freshest chocolate strawberries just made earlier by our finest chef. I think you’ll enjoy this chocolate as well.”   “Thank you.” Yoongi offers a faint smile. “This is really nice.”   “Of course, of course! Anything for our newlyweds!” There’s a small bowl of almonds next to the chocolates and two raw oysters served on a plate. It’s odd with the ensemble, but then the man leans closer as if revealing a secret and puts a hand by his mouth. “It is said almonds, chocolate and oysters are aphrodisiacs.”   You choke on your champagne, sputtering.   The girl grins. Yoongi’s wide-eyed.   He collects himself quicker than you do. “Thank you.”   Luckily the friendly, borderline-overbearing staff leave the both of you to it and you’re put out of your misery. For only a moment.   “Are you going to finish that bottle of champagne by yourself?” Yoongi asks across the room and you turn your head to see his cocked brow. Of course, he’s unpacking. The asshole doesn’t know how to relax and always has to make you look bad.   You scoff. “I’m about to open the red wine too.”   “Never thought I’d see you be reduced to a drunk so quickly.”   “Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re always judging and nitpicking me.”   “I was making a comment.”   “Yeah and no one asked you to,” you mumble into the glass.   Yoongi eyes you. “You don’t have to get so upset, Y/N.”   “Are you serious?” Your posture straightens, legs lifted off the chair you propped them on and feet shifted onto the ground. “I was sitting here minding my own business. Why don’t you mind your own business.”   “I just thought you didn’t want to be sloppy when dinner hasn’t even started yet.”   “I know how to control my pacing.”   Yoongi snorts.   Your tongue rolls inside your cheek. “Excuse me?”   “What?”   “You look like you want to say something.”   “No. Not at all.”   You place the flute down onto the table. “Say it, Yoongi.”    “I thought you said I should mind my own business.”   “You’re such a condescending asshole, you know that?”   Yoongi stops folding his shirt and shuts the drawer. His expression is impassive and it irritates you more. “Pot meets kettle.”   “For someone who’s supposedly quiet, you fucking never know how to shut up.”   “Can’t you just calm down, Y/N? Unlike what you think, I’m not trying to get on your nerves. I’m trying to enjoy this trip.”   “Why are you acting like I’m the only one getting upset and that I’m the crazy one,” you spit, and he opens his mouth as if to say you are being crazy. But you don’t let him— “Don’t you dare say it. Fuck you, Yoongi. You don’t think I’m trying to enjoy this too? You think I wanted it to be like this?!”   “Maybe if you weren’t trying to pick a fight with me every goddamn second, you would have a good time, woman.”   “You’re the one who’s always trying to pick a fight with me!”   He sighs, body language dismissive to what you’re saying. “Stop being so upset—”   “Well too bad, I am upset! So just let me be!” You stand on your feet, teeth gritted and fist clenched. You’re practically screaming across the suite but there aren’t any close enough neighbours to complain. “You’re always telling me what I should and shouldn’t feel! This is exactly why we’re getting a divorce!”   With the last word said, you stomp away and the bathroom door slams shut. It’s the only place you can be alone, but even then, the four walls are frosted glass.   …   You’re not sure who brought up divorce first. It’s not like it matters. But one thing you do know is that it came up in an argument. A jab where someone’s sole intention was to hurt. And the other person stubbornly retaliated with ‘fine, have it your way’.   You remember calling your lawyer and him calling his. The process continued and continued and as it did, so did your arguments as the two of you realized no one was going to stop it. It became more painful the more time that went on. Clearly, it meant he was serious about it. Clearly, he didn’t care if he was happy to sign divorce papers. So you made yourself not care too.   And it continued to snowball like that.   Before you knew it, you were telling your families that the divorce was happening, much to their distress. Before you knew it, here you were.   By the time you get out of the bathroom, Yoongi’s gone.   He probably left for some peace and quiet. After all, it’s volatile when you’re together. It’s not like you want it to be that way, it just became that way. What sucks the most is that you know he’s right. You’re part to blame for the recent argument. You got too worked up unnecessarily. You’re constantly on the defensive as if he’s out to attack you. And once it’s quiet, you hate that you shouted.   But he has his own part to blame too. Yoongi knows how to get under your skin. He knew he was egging you on and he didn’t stop. So it escalated and escalated.   You end up wandering the resort by yourself. You enjoy the sunset on the beach and when the dinner buffet is open, you sit alone with your plate, staring out into the empty abyss of the ocean shrouded in darkness. All around you, there are families and lovers, jovial music that’s inviting.   Yet you feel isolated in the crowd.   You try to move around, preoccupy yourself.    But the last thing you expect is to see Yoongi. Across the bar. With a pretty, young girl on his arm. A sun-kissed blonde, to be specific. Wearing a crop top with booty shorts.    Yoongi’s nursing a whisky on the rocks, his usual drink, as she grasps onto his bicep. The swell of her breasts are practically pushed onto him. She says something and he smiles.   At the same time, something boils in the pit of your stomach. It’s pure, unadulterated rage.   Before you know it, you’ve turned on your heel and beelined to the hotel lobby bar. You call yourself hard liquor and down the drink as you seethe. The image of him and that Barbie doll is seared into your mind, flashing beneath your eyelids each time you blink.   The liquid burns and tears pool into your eyes, but you hold them back.   The bar is busy, filled of guests constantly ordering, so no one notices that you keep downing bitter drinks until there’s a tap on your shoulder—   “Aloha.” A concerned employee looms over you. “Is everything alright?”   That’s when you realize you’ve been drinking by yourself for three full hours. The table’s crowded with glasses and the ones on the edge are a centimeter away from falling over.   You end up waving him away and stumbling back to the room.   The world is teetering and you try to lean onto the wall for balance. It’s a miracle that you pressed the right number on the elevator when everything was swirling together. Or at least, you’re pretty sure this is the right floor.   You pound on the door. “Yoongiiiiii! Yoongiii! Open up!”   When there’s no response, you mutter ‘asshole’. Then your eye peels open and you realize you’ve been knocking against the door of the ice and vending machine room. You turn on your heel and careen to the next door.   “Yooongiiii!” you whine his name in exasperation, cheek pressed against the smooth surface.   You only have to call out twice before the door’s suddenly swinging open and you’re falling into the arms of your (soon-to-be ex-) husband. “‘Bout time. Was waiting foreverrr!”   “Fuck.” Yoongi’s nose scrunches at the smell of alcohol and he grabs a hold of your shoulders, pulling you away from him, nose scrunched at your smell. He keeps you at a safe distance as if you were nervous middle-schoolers at your first dance. You hate it. Why can’t he just hug you? “God, how much did you drink, Y/N?”   “Dunno. Lost my key card.”   “What?”   The door swings shut.   “Are you banging a chick in our room?” you slur, trying to keep your eyes open to look at him. He was already changed into his soft pajamas, a blue checkered print that made him look so much cuter. It’s unfair. “Am I interrupting?”   His brows cinch together, lips turning down. Yoongi’s visibly confused. “Ban—”   “Saw you talkin’ to that pretty girl at the bar,” you huff, wobbling back and forth.   He’s dumbfounded. “Who?”   “Don’t play stupid!” You poke his chest with your finger. “That lil girl who looks like a model!”   Yoongi winces at the volume of your voice and you add in frustration, “I’ll leave if you are, so just tell me already.”   “No, I’m not sleeping with anyone, Y/N.” Yoongi fixes his arm around your waist to keep you balanced and he sighs, reaching down to help you take off your shoes. “So much for knowing how to pace yourself, Y/N,” he mumbles with a faint smile on his lips instead of the annoyance you’re used to.   Yoongi loops your arm around his neck and begins to guide you towards the bed. But you stop, making your legs deadweight and you turn to him, staring into his eyes so deep, it’s like you’re looking into his soul. It’s pretty.   “What?” he asks, almost uncomfortable by your intense gawking.    “Do you not love me anymore?”   “What?”   “Just tell me, goddammit. Do you have no feelings towards me no more?” You pound your chest with your free hand. Yoongi plops you onto the love seat when he sees that you have no plans of making it to the bed. “Did everything mean nothin’ to you?”   He remains silent.   You angrily shout— “Answer me!”   Yoongi flinches. “God, Y/N. You don’t need to scream, I’m right next to you.” He sighs and drags a hand over his face. “If it meant nothing to me, do you think I’d be taking care of you right now? Now sit here and wait.”   With his dictatorial command wielded with his low voice, you pout but obey.    Yoongi returns a minute later with your pajamas in one hand and a cool glass of water in the other. “Drink this. And all of it.”   You nurse the glass of water with two hands and get a sip in. But your pout persists and before you know it, you’re bursting into tears. Yoongi all but freezes.   “’m sorry,” you sob, “I didn’t wanna fight.”   “Y/N.”   “I don’t mean to be so mad! I’m sorry.”   Yoongi kneels in front of you with a long sigh. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he coaxes and tugs the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the beads of teardrops trekking down your cheeks. “I know you didn’t mean it.”   “Really?”   “Yes. If anything….I’m sorry too,” Yoongi mumbles solemnly and before you can react, he’s already moved on. “Now drink your water.”   You cry into your glass, but you down the entire thing like he said and your crying stops by the end.   “Arms up,” Yoongi commands and you listen to him. He peels off your shirt in one single swoop and tosses it aside. He helps you put on your pajama top without blinking an eye and pulls the hem of your leggings to replace those as well. Yoongi even takes a damp washcloth to wipe your face and you watch him the entire time. His lashes are long, and Yoongi’s so nice and reliable. “Let's get you to bed, alright?”   You nod, and he guides you to it, having cleared the rose petals earlier. “So you didn’t sleep with her?”   “No.”   “Why not? She was hot!”   “I wasn’t interested.”   “Really?”   “Really,” Yoongi assures as he sets you to sit on the edge of the mattress. He moves to pull the sheets and struggles with how tucked in they are. In the meanwhile, you get the greatest idea you’ve ever had—   “Then fuck me instead before you fuck her.”   “What?”   Yoongi’s entire body goes rigid and he whips his head towards you with eyes that nearly bulge out of their sockets. You pout at him. “I wanna suck your dick and feel it in me, Yoongi. I miss it. When we used to have sex. It was so good.”   “Oh, you are so drunk.” He chuckles, a sound that sounds so nice you wish you can hear it forever and ever. “You’re going to be so embarrassed when you wake up tomorrow, Y/N.”   Yoongi pulls the sheet and is about to get you tucked in. But you steal the opportunity when he gets close and you loop your arms around his neck. “No, I’m not.” Your voice drops into a whisper. “Remember when you used to spit in my mouth? And you liked it sooo much.” You giggle when you notice his ears becoming hot and red. “You still like it now, don’t you, you nasty freak!”   You smack him on the shoulder in the midst of your bubbling laughter and he winces.    “Ow!”   “Imagine if I got pregnant from it too!” you add in your hysterics.   “Let’s not.”   “I always thought our kids would be so cute. Especially if they got your cheeks.” You reach and tug on Yoongi’s cheeks while giggling. He lets you have your fun, staying still and letting you squish his face together. And in your drunken state, you don’t realize how tender his eyes become.   “We’re getting a divorce, Y/N.”   You frown. “Why on earth would we do that?”   “Because,” he murmurs.   “Let’s not,” you slur. “Can’t we cancel it?”   It goes quiet with Yoongi gazing into your eyes. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”   “Yeah.” You grow sheepish. “Aren’t you supposed to get a divorce if you hate each other?”   “That’s how it works generally.” Yoongi stands and gently presses on your shoulder to lay you down. The pillows feel soft underneath your head and he starts to tug the covers up to your chin.   “But I don’t hate you. I care a loooooot about you.” You sulk. “Otherwise, why’d I get jealous when I saw you at the bar?”   The corner of his mouth tugs. “So you’re admitting you were jealous?”   “Wouldn’t you get jealous if you saw me with someone else?”   Yoongi thinks about it. “Maybe.”   “Maybe?”   He finally admits, “Yeah, I’d be pretty pissed.”   You hum contently, lids becoming uncontrollably heavier. You want to stay up. It’s so much fun talking to Yoongi. It feels like forever since you talked to him like this. But you’re so tired. And comfortable. You want him to cuddle and spoon you to sleep. Yoongi cuddles are the best.   “Yooongiiii.”   You call out to him with your eyes closed.   “Yeah?”   “I think—” You go dead quiet and after three seconds, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, but then your mouth moves again. “—I loooove you.” A beat later, your two arms suddenly raises up into the air. Hands measuring about a ruler stick length. “This much.”   He snorts and turns off the lamp. “Go to sleep, Y/N.”   …   When you wake up the next morning, your head is absolutely pounding.   For the first time, you detest how much light the damn room lets in. You also curse aging and having to suffer hangovers when five years ago, you were perfectly unscathed the next day after drinking.   Luckily, there’s advil on the bedside with a tall glass of water and you down the entire thing after taking a pill. You’re not so sure where these came from, but your answer is across the room.   Yoongi, realizing you’re awake, has an amused smile on his face and his brow cocked. More importantly, his eyes have somehow softened.   You groan, remembering last night. Every detail. Every word. Like a film that could be played back. It’s mortifying and even without your obvious reaction, Yoongi’s been with you long enough to know how superb your memory is even after being wasted. He knows you know.   And the worst part?    You meant it all.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

They Hung Up

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Summary: August can always fix your problems, especially when someone is ripping off his princess.

Warnings: fluff, ddlg, daddy kink

A/n: inspired by my chat with ebay this morning. Apparantly ebay will charge buyers import and customs VAT on items that aren't even being imported into the country... or going through customs. And they don't charge this at checkout they only charge it when they take the actually money. When i told the lady thats stealing your taking more then the agreed amount from my bank she hung up on me telling me to 'speak to the tax office'

Taglist: in reblogs.

"No but you cant charge import tax on something that isn't being imported.... No they cant that's illegal look I just want my money beck for the tax-what do you mean no?!... Hello? Hello?" You could have cried you were so angry and upset. You closed locked your phone screen and sniffed shaking your head in frustration.

"Princess what's wrong?" You snapped your head to your daddy, august was scowling. You could see the aggravated look as he took in your tears. Your daddy never liked you wasting them on other people. Your sweet pure tears were only meant to be shed for him! Every droplet was his to pull from you, be it tears of rapturous pleasure or shed from being spanked for being naughty.

"August? I? they hung up on me!" You hissed quickly running over to him tucking yourself into his thick frame pressing your head into his chest trying to soak in the smell of his aftershave. The spicy scent was heady and a little overbearing, you could tell why. Under the spice was the metallic twang of blood and deep sooty smell of fired bullets. You both loved and hated it, as safe as it made you feel remembering just who and what he was if frightened you, one day he could be hurt.

"Who? Sweetpea?" He purred softly needing to calm you down before he could make heads roll. His arms encircled you squeezing you tightly and he rested his chin on your head the  began swaying with you slowly.

"The support desk! They charged import tax! And nothing was imported! Daddy I was careful and-and I checked and double checked there was no warning not on check out or nothin' then they took another ten dollars on top and now my bank is angry and charging me for going over!" You said quickly panicked that he would be mad at you for spending too much again.

"Okay pumpkin slow down... Tell daddy what's going on slowly... Don't miss anything out okay angel" he said pulling you back a little to let you catch your breath. But you quivered and opened your mouth wiping at your eyes before trying to argue.

"Yeah but!?"

"Shh shh no buts take a deep breath... Now out, good girl now start from the beginning" he coaxed slowly cooing at you as you took a few breaths and calmed, settling down n his arms feeling safe and secure, even if you were still angry.

"I got that lamp with the shelves... It was fifty four dollars and ninety nine cents" you started explaining from the beginning and waited for August to nod.

"Yes I know, I remember you showing me to see if it would fit in the corner" he spoke remembering the little pull cord box lamp and three shelves, you wanted it for the internet router and house phone to sit on so you had more room for snacks on the side table.

"Well I got it and paid but then when paypal billed me they charged sixty four dollars and ninety-nine cents... I messaged them and they said it was import tax!" You cried out getting yourself all angry again, cheeks puffing out sweetly as you huffed and growled even throwing you hands up in frustration. August made to speak but you continued your tale of the mean support desk and their money thieving ways.

"I looked it up and cos its coming for inside the state I don't have to pay! So I called and they said I had to because the shop was registered outside of the USA! But its wrong! They're wrong and when I asked for my money she hung up on me! She said I have to talk to the tax office people!" August frowned that wasn't right and he knew it. It was clear you were being taken for a fool. These bastards were at it all over the place he'd seen some of it on the news, instead of tax evasion as we know it there was a new crime. Stealing tax from buyers and classing it as profit. Because its tax most people don't question it.

"And then my bank sent me this! Saying I was over my limit and in the minus! So now they are taking twenty dollars when my next allowance goes in!"  You cried quickly pulling up an email on your phone from your bank showing a notice of charges you now had on your account.

"Its not fair I didn't do nothing wrong daddy but now I'm loosing the tax and twenty dollars of my allowance!" You yelled and began sniffling again your lip wobbling. His heart melted as he watched you try so hard not to break down and cry again. You were being his big brave girl.

"Okay pumpkin i will sort this out give me the phone" he said plucking the phone from you then turned around heading to his office.

"But you cant! Its a withheld number-" you said sniffling following him one hand fisting the back of his jacket as he strode through the pent house to the secure room.

"Oh come on sweetheart don't tell me I'm going too soft and you've forgotten just who your daddy is~" he cooed opening the door and ushering you to the small teepee in the corner that had a large iPad and a few fuzzy scatter cushions .

"Go sit and watch YouTube or something okay? Let daddy fix this mess" he said pulling your headphones from the drawer and handed them to you ushering you to the small cozy spot he had made you.

You watched as he plugged your phone into his computer and made a few quick clicks before picking up his own phone and dialled a number with a smug look the  clicked his fingers at you pointing to the headphones wanting you to pop them on and stop worrying. You pouted but slipped on the large pink headset  and pretended to loom at your screen and select a video in reality you were listening to your daddy.

"Yes you wouldn't recognize it. How? Well this is a government number, you just told a young lady to inform us about taxes?" You flicked your eyes up at him grinning hearing the professional growl to his voice the 'daddy means business' tone that made you quiver with want and fear. It never meant good things, most of the time he used this tone when you were a bad girl. You only hoped the mean woman on the phone felt bad now too.

"Why yes, yes she did a miss y/n yes that's her. I would like for you to put me through to head office" you bit your lip hearing him begin his assault. No one not even the lady on the phone and her jargon would out smart your daddy!

"Pardon me I'm sorry I'm Mr Walker...I work for the tax office in her state and have decided to open an investigation about tax fraud over the issue, we have had many complaints... oh yes she informed us of everything, she was distressed over the tax miscalculation? Which has caused her to go over drawn on her account and incurred charges" he spoke firmly and turned looking to you as you giggled watching him in his huge leather spiny chair. You gasped when he frowned and pointed a finger to your iPad clearly telling you to stop being nosey and watch your videos.

"Yes I am aware of that but the shop is registered overseas, it doesn't export from overseas... so there is no international import tax due." He continued spinning around in the chair making a few notes on the large paper pad in front of him.

"Yes that's why I'm calling I've been on your website and your policies are in fact breaking the law and infringing on the rights of consumers. Do you understand? What you have done is illegal and fraudulent and I can see it isn't the first time so I would like to speak to your head of office now- thank you" you quickly looked down as August spun once more and grunted at you pointing to the door with a scowl catching you eavesdropping again.

"Poppet either watch your videos or go and have some lunch" he said covering the mouthpiece on the phone making you pout and flick your legs at him and cross your arms stubbornly. You wanted to watch!

"Decide or I will decide for you" he said raising his brows at you but you just huffed pleading with your eyes at him to let you stay and listen.

"Right lunch it is come on up! Off you pop go make a sandwich and have some juice" he said holding out his hand for the headphones.

"But I want to see you tell them off daddy!" You huffed non to impressed at being set out of the room so quickly.

"No, now do as I've asked daddy will be out in a few minuets this wont take long" you held his gaze for a few moments before you lost your nerve then stood with a pout handing him your headphones and left the room closing the door when you were told to.

It was twenty minuets alter August came put of the office and padded to the kitchen seeing you at the breakfast bar swinging on a chair whislt munching a chocolate spread sandwich a few candy wrappers on the side and packets of chips and un touched apple. He sighed giving you the stink eye but didn't say anything. You found a loop hole he said lunch and sandwich... he hadn't specified what type of lunch and sandwich.

"All sorted poppet! Your being refunded and getting compensation which will be debited into your account in forty eight hours" he said rounding the breakfast bar snatching the apple opening the cutlery drawer fishing out a knife.

"That's quick daddy... I thought they can only do it in five days?" You asked watching as he sliced the apples and began cutting the core out for you.

"Oh princess its amazing what people can do when they think the big bad tax man is on to them~" he chuckled at your face as he placed the apple on your plate. You didn't want to eat it but you would . Quickly. Because if you left it too long itd go brown and you would whine about it, get a warning and end up having to eat it anyway.

"Will you get in trouble? you pretended to be the tax man daddy" You said cautiously lifting a small apple wedge to your mouth and nibbled it.

"Me? Of course not daddy has many different identities love, and I can use them when I want love... besides we just uncovered a company that not only evades tax but it stealing it!" He grinned. If there was one thing he liked it was justice. Everyone should pay their dues. Especially someone who rigs a system to benefit themselves.

"And.. My bank charges?" You asked still unsure if he will be mad a you for over spending...Again

"All gone, daddy will cover them princess; now just how much chocolate spread is in that sandwich?" He said leaning over your plate trying to pry apart the two slices of bread.

"Err a little" you shrugged still eating your apple whist trying to smoosh your sandwich and hide the super thick chocolatey layer.

"Mm hmm there's more chocolate then bread poppet~" he hummed unimpressed but let it slide, again you'd found your loophole, the last thing he'd do is punish you for being a smart ass. It could save your life one day.

"Sorry daddy" you said whilst pulling the plates closer to yourself protectively worried he would steal our chocolate.

"Oh don't be poppet once its gone its gone its you that will miss it not me" he chuckled and spun around crossing the kitchen to make his own lunch. You grinned happily, what had been a bad day was getting better and better! You were getting your money back, compensation,  your daddy was paying your and charges and you got to keep your chocolate spread! What more could you ask for? Well there was one more thing you could ask for.

"Daddy can I have a puppy?"

[sevendeadlymorons]

Hiii! Could I have a smut of Levi walking in on you watching hentai? Thank youu!

I’ve wanted to do this one for aaages :))

Invaded Privacy

Pairing: Levi x GN!MC

Words: 2,578

NSFW // Smut // Vulgar Language

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The room was silent. You could hear the peaceful ticking of the clock on the wall behind you as you flicked through your phone, the occasional tap of your fingernail hitting the screen. You always ended your nights this way; sprawled out in bed under your cosy blankets as you watched the hours fly by, and before you knew it, it was already 2 in the morning. You yawned and rolled onto your front. I guess a little wouldn’t hurt, you thought to yourself as you tapped on a button on your phone that led to the internet, beginning to type in the new erotic hentai you researched earlier that day.

You started it up and pressed play, the voice of a female character echoing around the room as you fumbled to grab your headphones, quickly untangling them and putting them in your ears to listen in complete privacy. It was quite common for the boys to just walk in to your room in the middle of the night, especially Belphie. But you noticed Levi had started to enter in the dead of night a few nights a week after finding out you were a night owl too. You turned around and peered over at the door, watching it carefully to make sure nobody was going to walk in as the moans of the video filled your ears. You started to relax and lay back on your front, your back to the door. You convinced yourself that nobody would walk in tonight and eventually turned up the volume, the moans of the girl getting louder.

You watched as the guy in the video ran his hands over the female’s body, accentuating her curves and causing her to bite her lower lip as his hands stopped right between her thighs. She squeezed them shut; her breathing heavy and rough as the boy dug deeper, inching ever closer to her privates. Your breathing hitched as she gasped and attached her arms around his neck, letting him easily slip his hand inside her panties and play with her clit. You cursed under your breath and slipped your hands inside your pants to pleasure yourself. Your mind was strayed completely away from the fact anyone could walk in and see you right now, but you didn’t care. You should feel comfortable in your room and that’s exactly what you were going to do. You touched yourself to the sounds of the moans, drawn in to the way her breasts bounced from the force and the way the guy pounded into her, grabbing tightly of her tits and moulding them in his hands. You let out strings of strained moans, your hand going faster inside your underwear now as you raised your hips, feeling your gut pool up with sweet arousal.

You bite down on your pillow and foolishly turn up the volume to its full capacity, completely ignoring the sound of a knock coming from the door behind you. You were too busy with your hand in your pants and your face pressed to the pillow to hear the sound of Levi’s voice asking to come in.

He didn’t get an answer so he was about to walk away, thinking you were sleeping, but instead decided maybe you just had your headphones in? You’d asked to borrow some from him earlier, so perhaps you were still using them? He slowly began to open the door, but quickly noticed the sounds of heavy breathing coming from your bed. He opened the door up a bit more and peeked inside; the blood immediately rushing from his face as he saw you under the covers, your face pressed to the pillows with your hand covering your mouth. The muffled sounds of your lewd moans echoed in his ears and he felt his legs tremble, his heart racing in his chest as he stood in fear and embarrassment. He eyes the video displaying on your phone, noticing it was this popular hentai he’d seen online earlier. He slaps his hand over his mouth as he hears the slight sounds of groans and screams blasting from your earphones, watching over your shoulder as the characters fuck in confusing positions.

He feels his face get hot and he stepped closer inside impulsively, shutting the door a bit too loud behind him, but you still didn’t hear him, instead, you continue to murmur and moan into your palm as Levi quickly notices your hand rubbing at yourself inside your pants. He steps closer, his breathing unsteady. He has no control over himself in that moment; his dick hard for you while he imagines himself touching you all over to the background noises of the hentai on your phone. He was only a few steps away from you now and could properly see the state you were in. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your brow was furrowed, your ass lifted into the air ever so slightly as you fucked yourself. You took your hand away from your mouth suddenly, causing Levi to flinch and properly hear the sound of your moans. You looked like you were enjoying yourself with your lips slightly parted and your tongue slipped out.

He palms at his crotch through his sweats, trying to create friction after watching you melt right in front of him. He was stood right behind you. He daringly leaned over you, so close to your neck that he was sure you could feel his breath tickle your skin. He watched it with you, palming at himself at the thought of you being completely clueless of his presence. It was risky to him and he found a thrill in it, proceeding to take out his cock and stroke himself only inches away from your ass, covering his mouth in case you’d hear him.

Minutes go by and you still hadn’t noticed him. The video was coming to a finish and seemingly so were you. Your breathing was hitching more often and you were panting, your moans loud and clear now as you whined in pleasure. He could see your body shake and tremble under the covers, his cock twitching at the sight as he picked up the pace, a few unwanted moans slipping out near your ear. He held his breath, afraid you’d see him in this dirty state of his, but instead, as soon as you finished, he heard you call out his name in this lustful tone. Had you been thinking about him? The thought pushed him over the edge and he soon found himself cumming, his load dirtying your sheets and making them sticky and white.

You felt something wet touch your exposed skin on the back of your neck and you quickly pulled out your earphones and turned around to see a dark shadow looming over you. You gasped and was paralysed in fear of being caught. Your eyes soon adjust to the darkness and you recognise the dark shadow to actually be... Levi bending over you. His eyes were wide and filled with panic, but also with lust. A sight you’d never seen before from him.

You two sat in awkward silence for what felt like hours but must’ve been seconds. You didn’t know what to say. What could you say in this situation? You continued to stare up at him, your eyes sometimes darting down at the cock in his hands, watching a string of his left over cum leak onto the sheets.

You take a deep breath and decide to say something to him after not being able to take anymore of this painful silence. “Levi-“ He cuts you off suddenly by crashing his lips on to yours, his hands traveling to your hair to pull on it as he pushes his tongue past your sealed lips to explore your mouth. You stare at him in surprise and push him off, watching his eyes turn into those of a puppy while he pouts at you, but still leans forward to get closer to you, cock still in hand. “Levi, what are you-“

“Please, MC...” He whines, inching closer to your lips with this desperate look on his face as he pulls you into another kiss, but this time, you let him, joining in and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down onto you in a heated pile of lewd, wet noises. You grabbed Levi’s cock in your hand, feeling him gasp on your lips but push into you, allowing your hands to wrap around his length and jerk him off slowly. He moans your name on your lips and tightens his grip on your hair, then sliding his hand down to grasp your waist.

You were already lying in pretty much nothing in the first place anyway, your shorts riding up your thighs as Levi brushes against them and your loose shirt falling off your shoulders, exposing them. You feel him pull the covers off you and drag you up to sit on his lap, his lips never leaving yourself as he snakes his hands round to squeeze your ass, making you jump and rub against him. He groans slightly and pulls you closer, slipping his fingers beneath your clothes and messing with your underwear. You hear him curse under his breath as his fingers trace over your underwear line. His kisses were messy and rushed now, as if he wasn’t concentrating. You rub his cock faster and feel his hands dig deeper into your clothing, his fingers very close to your sensitive area.

You begin to strip him of his shirt, listening to him whine and beg for you to take over. You throw it aside and run your hands over his chest, caressing him and feeling up his defined abs. You smirk against his lips as a dirty idea forms in your mind and you quickly push him down, crawling on top of him playfully as you sit on top of his erect cock, staring down at his pleading face. Those puppy eyes were back; his hands wandering over your hips and back as he grabbed for any exposed skin that he could find on you. He tugged on your shirt, begging for you to take it off for him, to which you agree and strip down in front of him, exposing your chest and stomach. He leans forward to play with your nipples, taking them in his mouth as his hands explore your bare back, tracing his finger down your spine and making you shiver against him.

You slip off your shorts, watching him gawk, his shy side arising from the mere sights of you sat in your underwear. He couldn’t believe this was happening, thoughts racing around in his head while he watched you take off the last piece of clothing you had on and position yourself over his cock, his tip against your hole, threatening to force its way inside you. You took a deep breath and stared down at Levi beneath you, your hands on his chest while you slowly slid his cock inside of you, his length filling you up nicely until you had taken him in whole, your ass pressed to his crotch as you grinder on him playfully. His hands gripped the sheets at the new sensation of your body wrapped around his dick. You were so tight, he thought he was going to cum again with only one thrust.

He gripped onto your hips and lifted you up slightly, getting increasingly impatient from the lack of movement you were giving him, then thrusts you down on to him, listening to you gasp and let out a small moan. He moved you up and down on top of him, loving the way your face twisted into a look of pure pleasure and your lips into a vulgar smile because of him. You were making him feel so good, better than he’d ever felt before. Was this what it felt like? He wanted more.

He sat up and hugged your body, making you bounce faster on top of him now, listening to your moans pick up and become louder and more lewd. He fondled your ass and thighs then moved his way up to your neck, gripping it firmly and making you look at him while he fucked you senselessly, enjoying every moan that came out your mouth. “Do you like that?” He eventually spoke in a seductive voice, one that you’d never heard him utter before. You felt your gut once again pool up with even more arousal at the sheer sound of my voice, your only thought being to nod as no words seemed to leave your lips when you tried. You could only gasp and stammer as he filled you up entirely, his cock hitting your sweet spot so perfectly you could hardly stop yourself from crying out his name.

He held your chin and guided your lips to his, his other hand tightening it’s grip on your flesh, his nails digging into you as it left marks and bruises. He wanted everybody to know you were his. He wanted to claim you all over, remind everyone that he was the one who caught you watching hentai and moaning his name in that weak, seductive voice of yours and now he’s the one who’s going to leave evidence in you that he was once here, in your bed, making you ride him until your legs shook and you eventually came for him.

He picked up the pace and licked from your ear down to your collarbone, biting down and drawing blood, a yelp escaping your lips from the sudden gesture as a small trickle of blood ran down your chest. You moaned as he licked at his fresh bite, his cock slamming into you so fiercely now that you thought you’d split in two.

Moments passed and you felt like you were close, giving Levi these big pleading eyes and running your hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders. You saw him lean forward towards your ear, his hot breath tingling against his skin as he whispers demandingly, something he’s never really done before “Cum for me”. That was all it took for you to come undone, abiding his command as you came on his dick, the sudden tightening of your walls causing him to finish with you, filling you up with his load, trickles of his semen leaking out of you when he pulls out.

You couldn’t speak, you could barely remember your name as you collapse on to him and pant into his ear. He wraps his arms shyly around your waist, his timid side coming back now that he’s finally realised what it is he’s just done with you. You could barely keep your eyes open for much longer, your legs still shaking from the aftershock and your heartbeat pounding in your chest. You sigh and close your eyes, cosying up to Levi’s neck and giving it a small peck, knowing that if you were to look at him right now, his face would be bright red. Neither of you spoke, you were enjoying each others company and embrace as you began to fall asleep, his hand coming up to caress your hair, ultimately lulling you to sleep. You heard him mumble a single ‘thank you’ under his breath as soon as you drifted off to sleep, content with the night and entrusting yourself in Levi’s care.

[haik-choo]

karasuno first years out late w/ their s/o

request: Could you write how 1st years (yachi too pls🥺) going out with their s/o late at night ?

a/n: this is such a cute little concept i -- 

[KARASUNO FIRST YEARS OUT LATE AT NIGHT WITH THEIR S/O]

-tsukishima, kageyama, yamaguchi, hinata, yachi

tsukishima kei.

not gonna lie, he’s often awake late at night. he’s a night owl and doesn’t mind sacrificing his sleep to watch some youtube videos

occasionally, he even goes out late at night, slipping past his parents and brother’s room and softly closing the front door with his headphones covering his ears and his hands stuffed in his pockets

so when you text him at 3am and ask if he can go out with you to the convenience store, he agrees in seconds to meet you at the halfway point between your houses

wastes no time in putting on his sneakers and a hoodie; he wants to get there quickly so that you aren’t left out by yourself

tsukishima knows there’s creeps out there, which is exactly why he jogs to the halfway point and is relieved when he’s the first one there

as soon as he sees you in the distance he fast walks to catch up to you, and slips his hand into yours

he totally brings bluetooth earbuds so that you two can listen to the same music instead of his wired headphones <3 uwu

is always on the lookout for any weirdos, and if he spots someone eyeing you up he shoots them the nastiest glare

eventually wraps his arms around your shoulder while your hand is sitll in his and its that cute little thing where your arms is across your chest holding his hand </3

pays for whatever you get at the store, ignores your complaints and tells you to shut up when you continue to insist on paying

“im trying to be a good boyfriend for once, for the love of god PLEASE shut up”

secretly takes a candid photo of you at some point in the night and sets it as his home screen -- NOT his lock screen, and when you see it he outright denies having taken it

tsukishima: you told me to take a picture of you

you: stop lying i know you’re a closet hopeless romantic 

convinces you to stop at the park and eat the snacks you both got there, music still humming in your ears as the moonlight washes you both in cool tones

tsukishima when he’s alone with you is so soft -- he literally kisses your hand and temple and mutters very softly “love you” 

all in all, tsukishima kei is the perfect night-owl boyfriend to go on snack-runs with 

kageyama tobio.

"why would i go out right now. do you know what time it is. i have practice in the morning”

kags really out here kinda hurtin’ your feelin’s ngl boy doesn’t understand the vibes LOL

honestly you probably woke him up, he’s asleep at like ten every night (even tho he still has homework to do he just flat-out ignores it LOL) 

only agrees to go out walking with you because you said he could bring his volleyball and you’d toss a few for him....and also because he’s a little worried because it’s so dark out

doesn’t walk with you to the park but meets you there LOL

he deadass has his wholeass duffel bad with the ball, two waterbottles, two towelettes, volleyball sneakers and everything

“you know,,,,we’re not playing a game, right, tobio?”

“yeah???? and??? what’s your point”

acts nonchalant but is totally having fun and is lowkey glad you asked him to go out so late because it’s cool out, there’s no one to bother him, and you just look...really good under the stars

he’s not a cheesy person but...god you just take his breath away sometimes. not that he’ll ever say that though

you ask to take a break like thirty minutes in because you are LITERALLY dying meanwhile he hasn’t even broken a sweat (”you’re already tired? maybe you should workout more” “shut UP kageyama”)

you both sit on the bench, and you’re lowkey waiting for him to reach for your hand but they’re just folded in his lap as he stares out in the nothingness of night

kageyama can’t take a hint. we know this. he’s incapable of knowing what you want unless you flat out tell him; so you have to be a very honest person

he doesn’t even really initiate skinship, not because he doesn’t want to, but just because it never really crosses his mind

plus he doesn’t feel the need to constantly show affection because he thinks it’s obvious that he likes you

despite this, he is good at spotting weird people, and he’s pretty protective of you, so you’re completely safe with him. trust him, he’ll keep you safe

all in all, have patience and stamina because kags will play volleyball with you until you pass out. also, he loves you 

yamaguchi tadashi.

is in bed by 11pm but doesn’t actually go to sleep until two am because he’s scrolling through tiktok on his phone

sees your text about wanting to go out for a late night walk and maybe go through the little forest near your house and automatically sends a text that says “ill meet you at your window! can you pack some snacks? :)”

he walks all the way to your house, even if it’s more convenient to meet halfway because he wants to protect you! he’s not the strongest nor is he the most intimidating, so all he really has to offer is his presence

despite not being strong nor scary, yams literally has eagle eye. you can’t tell me that he can’t read people in a heartbeat -- he’s extremely perceptive 

also texts you to not bring a jacket because he’s bringing on of his own for you !!! so sweet what the hell

he waits at your front door and when you step out he automatically pushes his volleyball jacket into your hands and he takes the bag of snacks from you and sticks out one of his hands UGH such a gentleman

lets you ramble about anything and stares at your side profile as he listens 

joins in with a few quips here and there but ultimately is pretty quite and lets you speak or lets the silence cozy into the conversation

sees that there’s a guy sitting on a bench up the road and he switches places with you so that you’re further away from the stranger 

also wraps a protective hand around your waist until you both are past the random dude but yams will glance behind yall every once in a while

when you two reach the mini forest he ends up taking the lead claiming that he knows a good spot

and damn, he’s right

it’s a little clearing that is illuminated solely by the moonlight and he sets the bag of snacks down beside him before sitting down himself, apologizing for not bringing a blanket that you two could sit on 

pats the spot next to him so that you sit right beside him and he leans back with his hand on yours ONGMIRG 

is the super cheesy type and tells you that you look really pretty and that,,,he kind of wants to kiss you

you: *experiencing heart palpitations* and you did this for what. 

yamaguchi: ...because i love you?

you: *K.O*

all in all, yamaguchi is the boyfriend that completely indulges your late-night escapades <3 

hinata shoyo.

is either completely fast asleep and doesn’t see your text or was awake and not planning to sleep for the next five hours, no in-between

but if he’s awake and sees your text, he agrees right away and asks where you want to meet up and what time because homeboy probably has to bike to get there AgAGAGAGA

literally doesn’t even show up in sneakers. he’s wearing sandals and shorts with a short sleeve top 

“i came in my pjs”

“i see that.”

asks if you two can bike around instead because he doesn’t want to have to wheel his bike around for like an hour 

he tells you to hold on tight because the bike was built for one person, and when you press against his back his warmth is literally so,,,comforting 

has no sense of awareness and will scream going down a hill in the middle of a neighborhood, no fucks given

so, no, he doesn’t notice any weriod people even if there are some around

you always end up running into some weird people and you get new interesting stories every other day because let’s be honest hinata is a magnet for crazy shit and crazy people (usually crackheads) 

you both just ride around as he talks about his day, usually his sister always comes up in the conversation( “she asked me to marry you the other day” “doirhgAEROIHFGRE SHOYO WHAT” “what? i told her i would. i keep my promises!”)

after like thirty minutes he begs for a break and you stop at a little 24/7 ice cream store that is run by the sweetest elderly couple

you share a sundae because you don’t want to eat too much this late at night

he plops on the bench right outside the store with his bike leaning against the metal handles, and h snuggles up to you and watches you scroll on your phone

he talks a little here and there, but for the most part, he goes quiet, and it’s during this time where you’re unaware of his gaze that he just takes his time drinking in your features in the yellow light of the lamppost 

he can’t read the mood most times, but this time he does, and he stays quiet, and he thinks to himself

that he really will marry you one day

all in all, hinata gives you the impulsive young teenage experience of late night bike rides while eating his fair share of ice cream

yachi hitoka.

another either or, except this time she’s either fast asleep or stressing over homework and the nine tests she has the next day

when you ask if she can go on a walk with you she’s hesitant because she doesn’t want to get in trouble with her mom and she’s a total goody goody and terrified of doing anything reckless; but then she remembers that her mom was on a business trip and so she, very cautiously, says yes

you: good. i’m outside your door btw

yachi: i never had a choice did i

you have to meet her at her house because she’s way too scared to walk by herself at night; she might even make you factime her as you commute because she’s worried for you

jumps at every little thing, even the crows cawing make her shit herself

instictively grabs onto your sleeve and nervously look around the entire time, to the point where she doesn’t hear what you say

so you offer to go to a little cafe that’s still open and right away she nods

she’s so adorable, she bows really deeply when you two walk into the store and apologizes for it being so late

and finally, because you two are safe, she’s calm and smiling as she sips at her strawberry smoothie

awkwardly and very shyly reaches out for your hand on the table and gently lays her palm on yours

canon: yachi totally has freckles and you can’t convince me otherwise 

her face is red and her freckles are just on display you can’t help but coo at her and tuck some hair behind her ear because god could she get any cuter?

you two end up staying for like a hour and a half and very shyly she asks if you could walk her home 

and this time on the walk she’s not overly cautious and seems to enjoy the nighttime breeze and your hand softly clasping hers

does that cute thing where she lays her head on your shoulder or arm while you both are walking and looks up at you through her eyelashes and asks if you could give her a kiss on the cheek </3

you: stop. please. im going to die.

when you’re at her door she literally just stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before tilting her head upwards and pressing her lips to yours and then promptly running inside

video calls you three seconds afterwards to make sure you get home safely 

all in all, you might need to be the impulsive one, but yachi enjoys spending late night time with you more than she admits. also please kiss her thanks