#but anywayyy I hope you’re all good x

[auras-moonstone]

Hi!! So the Canucks just lost to the oilers 😔 could we get some more Ethan or Jack x Hockey??

Or sm cowboy Jack related yk bc of his most recent ig post🤭

Anywayyy hope you are having a great start of The Weekend, love your writing 🫶🏼💋

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ sparking up my darkest night — ethan landry

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 3k

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: cowboy!ethan landry x pop star!fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: y/n goes to her grandparents’ hometown to hide from the drama, and she meets ethan, a cowboy who helps her through the darkness as they fall in love with each other.

ᡣ𐭩 warnings: fluff. cheesiness.

after long, exhausting hours of driving, y/n arrived to the minuscule town where she was going to hide for undefined amount of time. according to her publicist, disappearing from the public eye was the best choice, primarily for her mental health.

the two grammy award winner fell victim to the manipulation of another famous singer who, using his power as a big figure in the industry, twisted a story and went as far as editing conversations and calls to paint y/n as a villain.

and it had worked like a charm. at the moment, y/n’s name was trend on every platform and the hateful comments outlawed the positive ones, that were practically non-existent. people who already disliked her took the situation as an opportunity to unleash their hatred and some of their fans even turned their backs on her.

the castle y/n had built crumbled overnight, and so she decided to hide in the town her grandparents grew up in and try to pretend she was a normal person and her career and future weren’t slipping through her fingers like sand.

y/n stood right next to the car as her eyes inspected the house from outside. the flowers on the front garden were very much alive, the grass was perfectly cut, the windows were practically glowing. there was no aspect of the house that indicated it had been uninhabited for the last five years, and it sent y/n in a spiral because why was the place in such good conditions?

“y/n?” a boyish voice pulled her out of thoughts.

the girl went stiff and adjusted her sunglasses. “um, no?” she turned around to find a boy her age and a brown and white horse by his side.

amusement filled his eyes. “you are not sure if you’re y/n?” he asked, evidently trying to hold his laugh. “what’s with the big glasses and the bandeau?”

the pop-star instinctively ran her hand over the silk cloth. “i’m undercover.”

“in a vuitton bandeau and driving a benz? hate to break it to you, but that’s not how you go undercover. does your team hate you or something?”

“wouldn’t be surprised.” she muttered under her breath. “anyways, how do you know my name, smartass?”

“i’m ethan landry, nice to meet you.” he extended his hand for a shake and his calloused fingers met hers. to his surprise, they were calloused as well, and then he remembered that y/n played way too many instruments so it made sense. “my parents are friends of yours, they asked me to check if you’d arrived safely and to help you settle.”

“oh, that’s nice of you. thank you.” y/n smiled gently.

“no problem at all. at your service, ma’am.” he jokingly tipped his cowboy hat.

y/n laughed. “nice hat, want to exchange?”

ethan scoffed. “get that overpriced thing away from me, i’d rather stay true to my roots.”

“whatever, cowboy. are you going to introduce me to this gorgeous creature?” she eyed the horse with soft eyes.

“i already told you, my name’s ethan.” he winked, making her roll her eyes. but the boy was charming, there was not denying that. “this is my horse, pegasus, and his favourite song of yours is white horse.”

her shoulders shook with laughter and ethan’s heart skipped a beat. that sound was as angelic as her voice. but he quickly locked those thoughts away, he could not go there. she was not only here for a short period of time, she was also beyond untouchable.

“hi, pegasus. aren’t you the cutest horse ever? yes, you are.” she baby-talked the gigantic animal while petting him. “i love your name.” the horse made a sound and the next thing she knew, he licked the side of her face. “aww! it’s nice to meet you too. you’re as charming as your owner, huh?”

“thanks for the compliment but i’m not going to lick your face.” ethan joked, but he was screaming from the inside.

y/n sighed, feigning disappointment. “well, i tried.”

they got to know each other a bit more as ethan helped her get settled in the house, which he knew like the back of his hand because he was the reason why the house looked good as new. her parents payed him to clean the house and take care of the garden.

“well, i’ll leave you to start getting familiar with your new home for the time being. i wrote down my number and sticked it to the fridge. you can call me or text me any time, i live five minutes away so it’s no inconvenience for me. don’t hesitate to reach out, okay? whether you need help with something or if you need a friend to talk to.”

a friend. that sounded so nice. her so called friends from the city let go of her hand as soon as the drama unfolded, not giving her a chance to explain. they didn’t even ask what happened, they just disappeared. they discarded her once her reputation went down the drain.

“hey…” he said softly. she met his gaze and the look in her eyes splitter his heart. he lived in a small town and even though he wasn’t on the phone that much, he didn’t live under a rock. ethan knew the reason behind her escapade, and because of his parents’ friendship with y/n’s family, he knew all those things the singer said about her were fabricated and far from real. “the truth will come out. it always does. you’re allowed to feel sad, and angry, and whatever you’re feeling, but don’t let them bring you down.”

“they already did. my career might be over, everyone hates me, the record is thinking about letting me go because i don’t bring them a good image anymore, i have no friends left. they made me ran away from my home, ethan. i can’t even defend myself because they’re so filled of hatred that they won’t hear my side of the story.”

“so you don’t play the part of the victim, even though you are one. you gather all the awful things they’re saying about you and laugh it off. make it your brand. they can’t use it against you if you embrace the hate.” he said all of those things, and he truly believed it. but at the same time, he had the urge to bring him into his arms and secure her from the outside world.

she pressed her lips in a thin line “that sounds great, ethan. but i don’t know if i can do that.”

he nodded in understanding “and that’s normal. the wounds are still raw, but you’ll get there eventually, because you cannot let them win.”

“you’re kinda wise, cowboy.” she finally smiled.

“thank you, super star. maybe in your next album you can mention a hot cowboy who helped you see reason.”

“oh, do you know any hot cowboys? introduce me please.” she teased him.

ethan gritted his teeth. he did not like the image of her with someone else at all. he had met her two hours ago and he was already having possessive thoughts. ethan was definitely not going to survive y/n. he feared she already had him under her spell. after all, her funny comebacks and soft heart were impossible to resist.

“nah. you already have the best combo in town, the hottest, most charming cowboy—me—, and his sweet sidekick—pegasus.”

y/n shook her head in amusement “you’re so full of yourself.” but she couldn’t deny that she agreed with him.

“more like aware of myself.”

“i don’t know how that hat fits in that big head of yours.”

“it’s custom made, darling.” he winked.

“and pretty ugly, too. here, let me help.” she took off her bandeau and wrapped it around his hat. “now you’re a fancy cowboy.”

“i’m going to be the town’s biggest disappointment.” yet, he didn’t take it off. “i really have to go, but let’s do something tomorrow, okay? maybe i can show you around town.”

she smiled like the cheshire cat. “can i ride a horse?”

“sure, we can borrow my sisters’”

“yay! can’t wait. see you tomorrow, ethan.”

“it’s fancy cowboy for you, super star.” he winked and then left the house.

as she watched both pegasus and ethan disappear from her sight, she realized it had been months since the last time she had smiled so genuinely. and even though she had been in this town for a couple of hours, she already decided it was the best decision she could’ve made.

as soon as ethan caught sight of y/n standing in the porch, he smiled like a little kid. she was adorable, with a basket in hand, short overalls and cowboy boots and excitement lighting up her face.

“dressed for the occasion, i see.” ethan said.

“like it?” she asked, doing a little turn.

“you look gorgeous, y/n.” he answered softly making the singer blush. “though, there’s something missing to complete the outfit.” her curious eyes met his, and he simply smiled as he took a cowboy hat from his bag. he put it on y/n’s head and hummed in content. “now we’re talking.”

“i love it! thank you so much!” y/n didn’t even think before jumping and throwing her arms around his slim waist.

“you’re very welcome.” he murmured, hugging her back. her figure felt so perfect against his, like puzzle pieces. “what’s on the basket?”

“i made cupcakes, a cheesecake and sandwiches. i was thinking we could stop to have a little picnic.”

“that sounds very nice. i know a spot by the lake.“

y/n admired her surroundings. the sun reflecting on the lake, the green grass, the quietness, the tall trees, the animals living so freely. she felt so at ease, not needing to be in high alert for invasive paparazzis or overstepping fans.

“a penny for your thoughts?” ethan asked, curious about what thoughts had her smiling so big.

“it feels so good not being under scrutiny. no hunters with cellphones at sight, i feel so fucking light.”

“you don’t miss the city?” he asked curiously.

“not even a bit.” she answered truthfully. “when the drama began, i realized i have nothing there.“

“what about your friends? boyfriend? girlfriend?”

“no boyfriend or girlfriend.” thank god, ethan screamed internally. “and all my supposed friends turned into smoke. being friends with a liar is not good for their image, and that’s the whole reason why they hung out with me i now realize.”

“fuckers.” he spat angrily. “when your next album breaks all the records they’re going to came back with their tails between their legs and you’re going to laugh at their faces.”

how could someone she had met less than a day ago make her feel so much? “you’re setting the bar too high for my next album. what if it ends up sucking and you have to eat your words?”

he shrugged “easy, you just have to work your ass off so my ego isn’t hurt by not being right.”

“working hard is the way of making a good album? damn, i would’ve never thought of doing that!” they exclaimed sarcastically.

“lucky you met me, then.”

jokes aside, y/n really was lucky. the soft spot on her heart was slowly becoming reserved for him. feelings were already blooming and there’s nothing she could do to stop it.

she really liked how funny he was and god, she was part of hollywood yet she had never encountered someone more breathtakingly beautiful than ethan landry. but the way he constantly made her believe that she could truly get her reputation back? the way he truly had faith in her? that’s what made her certain he was the best of the best.

“would you…” he started the question, then hesitated. y/n raised her eyebrows, urging him to keep going. “would you consider leaving the city to move here?”

“right now? i would say yes, i’d really consider it. but that’s because in l.a everyone is going to shove a camera in my face and ask questions and i wouldn’t be able to go out without hate being thrown at me.”

ethan nodded. “yeah, that makes sense.”

“i guess time will tell.”

“maybe i’ll have to make sure to give you endless reason to stay.”

she had a feeling it wouldn’t take too much work. besides, him living there was enough reason to make her stay.

six months had gone by. everyone wondered where y/n was, if she was going to drop new music, if she was going to show her face, activate her social media again, if she was going to address the drama and explain her side of the story in detail. everyone speculated that she was drowning in her own misery—which they agreed she deserved for being a liar and manipulator—, they had no idea she was going better than she ever had. or that she had just finished writing her comeback album.

“this is amazing, y/n.” ethan said when he finished reading one of the songs. “everyone’s going to love it.”

they were currently sitting in y/n’s living room, just right by the fireplace. they had brought down her mattress and made a fort with the covers and pillows. ethan had begged her to show some of the songs, and she accepted. she was not showing him the ones she had written about him, though.

“i don’t know about that.” she shook her head. “anyways, i’m not doing it to be liked again. i guess the only reason i’m dropping this album is because i don’t want to keep my side of the story to myself. if i want to close this chapter of my life, everything needs to be let out. and i also want my remaining fans to know.”

“you don’t want your career back? you deserve it. you’ve worked so hard to get the spot you had before that jealous prick ruined it.” ethan spat with hatred. honestly, at this point he was more angered by the whole thing than her. it made her heart melt, the way he cared about her.

“i do want my career back, but i don’t want it to be the center of my world anymore. i’ve found other things that brings me joy, too. i don’t want to let go of them.”

ethan pushed himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. “and… what are those things?” he asked hope invading his chest.

“picnics next to the lake, taking care of farm animals, riding horses while watching the sunset, just… enjoying my life with no pressure.“ she spoke, then shoot her gaze up, meeting his. “but mostly, i enjoy doing those things with you. having you in this house, making dinner with you, baking, making forts, dancing around the kitchen… you make me want to leave my old life behind.”

ethan smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “there’s nothing i’d love more than for you to stay here with me, but i’d never ask you to give your career up.”

“i know. i know you wouldn’t, and that’s why i like you so much. you’ve been supportive since the beginning. you’re the main reason this album is going to exist. not only because you were my muse, but also because you gave me the strength to want to get my career back.”

“y-your muse? what are you talking about?”

“i only showed you two songs, the album is going to have around sixteen songs. those i showed you are about the drama, but… the concept is going to be about how finding love got me through the drama.”

“finding love? you…?” he would’ve been embarrassed of his high pitched voice if he weren’t so shocked by her choice of word.

she nodded softly, and eyed him hesitantly, trying to figure out if she’d read the signs wrong. next thing y/n knew was ethan rolling on top of her and his soft lips pressing against hers. “i love you. i love you. i love you.”

“i love you, too.” she kissed him back. “eth?” he hummed. “what do you think about the basement?” she asked, making him blink in confusion.

“the basement?”

“yeah, do you think it would be a cool place to build my little recording room?”

his jaw fell open. “what are you saying?”

she traces his face features with her fingertips “i’m saying that i’m moving here. and there’s no way i’m driving to L.A everyday to record the album, i would get too tired and i’d miss you too much.”

“we could move to your apartment until you finish.” he suggested.

“you would move to the city for me?” she asked, getting a bit emotional.

his eyes sparkled. “i would do anything for you.”

“you’re so fucking sweet, but you don’t need to move. i really want to move here, for good. i would probably have to drive a few times a month for important meetings or for interviews, but this is my home. both you and this town.”

he had no words, he simply kissed her softly and then hid his warm face on the crook of her neck. after a long, peaceful silence, he finally asked. “can i read those love songs?”

y/n smiled. “why don’t i play them for you?”

“this is the best day of my fucking life. don’t move, i’ll get your guitar.” he quickly got off her and ran up the stairs like an over-excited puppy.

y/n couldn’t believe what a turn her life has done. a couple of months ago she wished to have a time machine to avoid that call that turned her life into hell. now, she found herself feeling grateful that happened. not only she felt stronger but it also showed her the fake world she had blindly been living in. and most importantly, it brought her to ethan, and she would go through hell thousands of times for him.

[sweetdreamlandstuff]

Catching them masturbating JJK - Part 2

NSFW / Minors don’t interact / 18+

Characters: Toji Fushiguro / Suguru Geto / Hiromi Higuruma / Utahime Iori x female reader 

Sequel to this part :)

Warnings: Reader lowkey cheating in Toji’s part, masturbation (obviously), fantasies about sex, fingering, slight overstimulation, blowjob, cumming on face, slight exhibitionism, choking/spanking/clit slap (only in Geto’s part), teasing, penetrative sex

Notes: Finally wrote this it’s been a hot minute anywayyy hope you enjoy!!! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

Toji Fushiguro

It rings again and just about when the mailbox usually starts he hears your voice. 

“Hello?”

Fuck. Toji didn’t prepare for this, for hearing you. You and your sweet, soft voice. He longed for it, of course he did, but he didn’t think that you’d actually pick up. 

Your name drops from his lips, a little bit surprised. A little bit breathless.

“What do you want?”

“You. I want you,” he mutters, watching his hand dragging slowly along his weeping length.

You’re silent for what feels like hours, so he just listens to your breathing while observing the movement of his hand. 

“I’m hanging up,” you hiss. 

The coldness in your voice makes Toji’s heart ache. 

“Don’t,” he mumbles hurriedly, halting his movement.

“I’m in a cafe right now,” you explain annoyedly. 

“With him?” He croaks.

He hears your long sigh. “Yes.” 

He knew it. Of course. With your new boyfriend. 

“Go to the bathroom,” he demands, his voice stern.

“I’m hanging up,” you decide again. But Toji knows you, he knows you so well. You and your voice and the tiny inclination of uncertainty in your tone. He knows you won’t. 

It’s silent for a minute and a part of him is doubtful if you’re still the same, if you’re still so obedient. But then he hears your voice again.

“Toji,” you start, “now, what is it?”

A sly smile creeps across his face. He loves when you say his name.

“Just wanted to hear your beautiful voice, I miss you,” he murmurs in satisfaction. The knowledge that he still has command over you makes his chest swell with affection.

“You have to stop with these calls,” you mumble. 

“I can’t,” he drawls truthfully.

“Toji,” this time your voice is softer and it makes his cock twitch in his hand.

“Come over, I need you, need you so bad,” he mutters.

“I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“Wanna fuck you so bad - ’s all I ever think about,” he groans, watching a bead of pre-cum dripping down his shaft.

“Toji,” you almost whimper his name. 

“You miss me too? Come on tell me.” He can hear it in your voice. But he wants you to say it, needs you to.

He hears your slight, breathless chuckle. “No.”

“I know that’s not true. Come on tell me that you miss me, how I made you feel,” he whispers, slowly dragging his hand along his dick.

His breathing is ragged, not in the slightest concealing what he’s doing.

“You’re clenching your thighs right now, huh? Be honest.”

He can picture you; your cheeks hot, lips slightly parted, your heart beating fast against your ribcage. You’re nervous. And appalled by your own overwhelming desire.

His name again, drawn out in a breathless whimper.

“I know this turns you on, be a good girl and send me a pic of your wet panties,” he orders, a smug grin playing around his lips.

“I- I can’t,” you mumble, your voice breathless and weak. 

“Always were such a good girl for me, always got so wet for me, isn’t that right?”

“Toji, please,” you whimper. Your voice, laced with desperation, makes his cock throb.

“Fuck, I bet you’re dripping,” he grunts, increasing the pace of his hand.

You moan. It’s as sweet as in his memories. And then he sees your message, one image attached. He almost cums at the sight of it; your panties drenched, clinging onto your pretty pussy lips. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, his eyes greedily staring at his screen, at your apparent arousal for him. “Is this all for me, huh?”

“Yes, yes.” Your answers come faster now, more deliberately.

“You're touching yourself, baby?”

“Yeah,” you whine. He can hear your torment, the lust for him overpowering your faithfulness. 

“You miss this dick, come on tell me.” His voice is low and taunting, his pants heavy as he pumps into his swollen tip. 

Your voice breaks. “I miss your dick,” you whimper.

“I know you do, I know,” he mutters, watching as another bead of pre-cum slides down his cock, easing his movement. He can clearly hear your pants, your quiet moans.

And he can clearly picture you; the way your parted lips release those sweet sounds he usually elicited you, your delicate, slippery fingers rubbing over your puffy clit, your fingers curling inside of your pussy, never quite reaching that sweet spot he could.  

“You wanna cum for me? Come on let me hear you,” he groans, feeling his orgasm nearing. 

You moan his name, and it sounds so sweet, so right. It makes him fall right over.

Toji cums, just as you do. Your breathy moans and whimpers fall right on his awaiting ears, as his orgasm washes over him. His hips jerk up helplessly into his hand, his thighs tensing as his cum shoots out of him, staining his hand, his thighs, and abs. 

He shallowly thrusts into his fist to ride out his high before he lets his cock fall heavy against his thigh. 

“Don’t tell me you feel bad when this feels so right,” he murmurs just before you hurriedly hang up. 

Suguru Geto

“SUGURU!?”

Geto perks up. His eyes nearly fall out of his head when he finds you standing at the door. 

Well, he really should’ve waited to touch himself until he was at home.

But how could he restrain himself? It somehow became a routine, training with you, thinking about you lying underneath him, how you touched him. Until he had to touch himself. It was stupid of him to think he could quickly take care of his urges in this empty classroom. 

Geto quickly pulls up his pants, standing up straight in front of the desk he just leaned against. He feels his dick throbbing in his boxers. The sight of you makes his heart flutter nervously in his chest. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The disbelief is painted all over your face; mouth agape, eyebrows pulled up, tone wavering in surprise. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” 

Your eyes scan the room, partly expecting another person to appear. But it’s only you and him. Solely, 10 minutes ago you two were training together and then you find him like this. Hair is falling out of his bun, hanging into his eyes. He looks wild. You’ve never seen him like this. 

You carefully close the door behind you. 

Geto has the feeling that you like to see him embarrassed, an exceptional instance where you have the upper hand over him. He watches a smirk tug at the corner of your lips. Well, seems like you quickly overcame your earlier surprise and the shock of seeing his dick. 

“I guess you’re aware that you shouldn’t do this stuff here. I didn’t know that you were into that, Suguru.” 

You’re mocking him now. 

He doesn’t want to give you this satisfaction. He doesn’t want to be embarrassed. 

Geto takes long strides over to you, quickly closing the distance between you two. He looms over you, having you take a step back, your back flush against the door now. 

Your eyes trail along his features, noticing from up close how his face is flushed, the pupils of his eyes blown out, and the slight frown on his face. 

He has stood in front of you countless of times, you’ve fought with him, you know that he’s taller than you. But it hits you deep now, how broad he really is, how strong, the way he towers over you. You gulp. 

Geto relishes the way you have to look up at him, the way your eyes slightly widen out of surprise, again. 

“What am I going to do with you, hm?”

You frown, “What do you mean?”

Now he smirks down at you. “I mean, I can’t just let you get away with seeing me like this. What if you tell someone?”

He places a hand right above you, leaning even closer to you. 

You grin up at him. “Well, that would be fucking embarrassing, you pervert.”

Geto has always been faster than you. His hand wraps around your throat, you didn’t even see it coming. You gasp. His hand doesn’t press down, still letting you breathe freely. Yet your heartbeat accelerates at the dominance he displays. It has you unconsciously clenching your thighs together.

“What did you say?”

“I said, you’re a fucking pervert,” you hiss. But the earlier bite of your words is vanished now. 

He chuckles, his dark eyes trailing over your features. “Who’s the pervert now?” His hand sneaks under your skirt, cupping your pussy through your panties. 

Your cheeks burn. 

His head dips down, his lips trailing along your skin before his hot breath hits your ear shell. “You like that, huh?”

His deep voice sends shivers down your spine. You slightly turn your head away from him, but he doesn’t let you, the soft pressure on your throat halting your movement. 

“I know something else that you would like,” he drawls, his fingers sliding along your clothed pussy, feeling the patch of dampness that has already gathered.

His hand that’s been gripping your throat moves, slowly tilting up your chin. You can’t help but lock eyes with him.

His grin is voracious. “You want me to show you?”

Your curiosity has always gotten the better of you. You swallow, hard. “Yes.”

His grin turns even wider.

He takes ahold of you, quickly picking you up. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist. He stops in front of the desk, placing you on its edge. 

His lips are on yours in an instant. Greedily, his tongue drags along your lips, demanding entry. You grant him entrance, letting his tongue explore your mouth. The kiss is good. Better than expected. You would have to lie if you said that you haven’t been thinking about this, about him, wondering what he tastes like, wondering how his hands glide along your body. You don’t have to wonder about this anymore. 

His kiss was hungry, rapacious, his tongue moving against your own like he has been waiting to do this. Your heart races in your chest at the realization. He has been waiting to do this. 

You pull away, panting. You watch him as he slowly peels his eyes open, irises swallowed by the pupil. His tongue drags along his wet bottom lip, his eyes taking in your expression.

“Let me make you feel good.” His voice is husky, the very sound of it travels straight to your core.

He pulls your panties to the side before letting his fingers wander along your pussy, slowly almost teasingly. You’re embarrassed at your wetness, how you’re already so ready without him touching you properly. He must think the same, his lips stretching into a satisfied grin. 

You don’t know how you got here. He should be the embarrassed one, being caught masturbating. Yet here you are, his slippery fingers buried in your cunt and your cheeks burning. 

He makes a mess of the slick that has already gathered. His large finger prods into you, knuckle for knuckle, eliciting you a small gasp. He slathers your wetness over your clit, drawing large circles that have your head spinning. You hold onto the edge of the table, trying hard not to show him just how good he makes you feel. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

He works like that, sinking his large fingers into you, and curling them deliciously before he stimulates your clit. You’re panting, holding back your moans, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your impending orgasm. You can’t hold back your moans anymore. Hesitantly, they drop from your parted lips. 

Geto peers down at you, stopping his movement. “Not so fast.”

Before you can reply he has already flipped you over, bending you over the desk. You gasp in surprise. “What are-“

His hand comes down on your ass, hard. 

You yelp his name in surprise. 

“Shhh,” he scolds. “You’ll get us caught.”

You swallow hard, breathing out a shaky moan as you brace yourself for the next spank. 

His hand comes down hard again, the sensation causing you to jolt forward. His hand rubs over your ass cheek, the softness of his touch building a stark contrast to his hard hand a few seconds ago. 

“Suguru,” you drawl, wanting him to touch you where you need it the most. You look back at him. The sight has you clenching around nothing. His eyes are wild, fixed on your wet pussy like hypnotized, his jaw slightly clenched. 

He hesitantly averts his gaze, his dark eyes fixing on yours. 

“Can I hear you say please?”

“Please,” you pant, voice barely above a whisper. 

He spanks you again, eliciting a choked moan. 

“I can’t hear you.” His voice is hard.

“Please,” you try again. 

Tears of relief nearly prickle in your eyes once his fingers finally ghost along your soaking folds. 

“That’s what you want?” 

“Yes,” you admit, the word bleeding in a breathless moan once his slippery fingers draw tight circles on your clit.

“Beg for it.” 

“Please,” you beg. You would do anything right now, say anything if he would just let you cum, if he would just stop his cruel teasing.

He thrust his fingers into you, his pace faster than before, while still stimulating your clit. You let your forehead sink against the cold wood, building a stark contrast to the heat traveling through your body.

Geto watches you, watches the way his fingers disappear in your tight pussy, the way you gush all over his fingers, the way your legs start to tremble.

“Filthy,” Geto chuckles darkly. 

You whine, cheeks burning as the lewd sounds of your sloppy pussy fill up the vacant classroom. Your orgasm washes over you without warning. You gasp, his name involuntarily falling from your lips as your pussy clenches around his fingers. 

Your vision is blurry, and your moans are shaky as the waves crash over you. You can feel yourself dripping down his fingers, can hear his dark, satisfied chuckle, as he guides you through it.

Your vision gets clearer again. Your heart rate goes back to normal. But his fingers still rub over your puffy clit. You whine, squirming under his touch. The stimulation is nearly too much.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you right here?” His voice is gravelly, as dark as his eyes. 

His hand comes down hard on your ass. You gasp in surprise.

And then he lightly slaps your clit. You nearly scream out. Pain mixing in with pleasure.

“‘s too much,” you plead weakly. But you should know better now than to expect his sympathy.

“I asked if you’ll let me fuck you right here.”

You look back at him. His gaze turns softer when you don’t answer immediately. 

He lets go of you then, flipping you around. You're lying on your back on the desk now. 

His face hovers above yours, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist again.

His lips press soft, feathery kisses onto your puffy, hot face. “You’ve been so good, you know that? Been such a good girl for me.”

His lips find yours, sharing a messy kiss before he retreats, a string of spit breaking between you. 

“You’re gonna be quick?” You clarify, remembering where you two are, and what could happen if anyone would find you two like this. 

“Of course.”

Geto quickly tugs down his pants, freeing his cock. He drags the swollen head of his cock through your soaking folds. Every graze against your clit has you slightly squirming, sighing breathily in anticipation. 

And when you’re just about to say something, voicing how you can’t possibly wait any longer he sinks into you. 

A choked moan drops past your lips as he stretches you open, slowly and deliberately. Once he’s bottomed out he shortly stays there, basking in the feeling of having you wrapped around him so tightly. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” he drawls, lowering his head to watch with a bleary gaze as he lets his cock drag out of you again. His dick drips with your slick, some of his pre-cum from when he touched himself already building a ring around the base of his cock. 

He knows then that he can’t go slow. Not after he has been waiting to do this - to sink his dick so deep into you that your eyes roll into the back of your head, to have you moaning and begging for him.

Geto takes ahold of your legs, resting them onto his shoulders. The change of position has you gasping, pleasure jolting through you with each thrust. 

He thrusts into you again, deeper now, feeling your pussy flutter around him. He groans, a string of curses dropping from his lips. 

And if Geto thought the sight of you earlier - pleading, moaning, dripping all over his fingers - was heavenly, seeing you now nearly makes him come undone.  

He loves watching you fall apart, loves observing how your eyes cross on particular deep thrusts, loves the sight of your pussy fluttering all messy around his dick. 

His thrusts are desperate now, his hips pressing primitively against you. It’s loud; the way your skins meet, the lewd squelch of your pussy, the panting and moaning you two desperately try to hold back. 

Geto’s orgasm washes over him without any warning. His hips stutter into you, a choked groan escaping his mouth as pleasure floods through him. 

He’s just as surprised as you. He slips out of you, his hand stroking his cock, watching deliriously how his ropes of cum paint your messy folds white. You wince when his hot cum hits your aching clit. 

His half-lidded eyes commit the image to his memory before he helps you up. You both look at each other, the same smirk, the same lust-drunk look in your eyes. 

“You really are a pervert,” you tease him, your voice still a little breathless.

He only presses a chaste kiss onto your lips. He’ll let that slide - this time at least.

Hiromi Higuruma

Higuruma feels like he has overstepped a boundary. One that he shouldn’t have crossed. It was a big fallacy. How could he think that touching himself to the thought of you, just once, would banish you from his mind, stopping this annoying attraction? 

He couldn’t have been more wrong. Because now, he can’t seem to get you out of his head. Working with you, in such close proximity, cramped into his tiny office becomes unbearable. 

He finds himself working another late night with you by his side. Rustling paper, the slow ticking of the clock, your quiet breathing. The words blur in his vision, it’s so late and he can only concentrate on you; your scent, your warmth radiating through the tiny room.

He takes you in; his gaze trailing across your features. His heart slowly drops as he notices your half-lidded eyelids and your disheveled hair. You’re tired. His gaze dips lower, gliding along your waist before resting on your exposed thighs. He swears he can see the start of your black stockings. Quickly, his eyes move back to your face.

“You can go,” he murmurs. 

You perk up. A sweet, tired smile creeps across your face. “Are you sure?”

No, he isn’t. He would rather have you here, satisfying his curiosity, pulling up the hem of your skirt to reveal if he’s right. He’s not sure; letting his large palms smooth along your legs, and cupping your clothed pussy sounds much better. But he knows he can’t.

“Yes, I’ll finish up,” he mumbles, hoping that you can’t hear the breathlessness in his voice.

But you do. You vaguely hear his reluctance, his desire. Yet his face is completely neutral as you turn around one last time before stepping out the door. Maybe it’s just your tiredness that weighs you down, which made you imagine things.

Halfway down the corridor, you notice you forgot your phone. You gulp. It’s probably laying on the desk, where you put it earlier. You turn back around, hurrying down the corridor the clinking of your shoes resounding through the empty hallway. 

Usually, Higuruma is more cautious. Normally, he waits five long, hard, straining minutes with his dick painfully throbbing in his pants, his mind unable to concentrate on anything before he gives into his urges.

He wasn’t this time. You’re urging him to uncharacteristically careless behavior. He was so pent up, he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t get ahold of himself. 

You closed the door and he instantly opened his pants, freeing his cock from the confinement of his taut boxers. His hand wrapped around his dick without a second thought, without any hesitation. 

That’s how you find him; his head thrown back, his eyes closed softly, his lips parted. You stand at the door, just looking at him, trying to process the scene unfolding right in front of your eyes. 

And then you hear your name. You’ve heard him say your name countless of times. It has never sounded remotely like this.

Higuruma nearly groans your name, with such a naturalness that it makes you forget to breathe for a second. 

He hasn’t noticed you yet and you could’ve just slipped out of the office, never saying a word to him, acting like this never happened. You could do that. But you don’t.

“Higuruma.”

He jerks up, his dark eyes fixing on yours. His mouth falls open. In any other situation, his stunned expression would’ve probably made you laugh. You don’t think you’ve ever seen this much emotion in his eyes.

You two just look at each other. He doesn’t even try to cover up, he just sits there frozen, accepting his fate. 

You don’t know what to say. You’re not even sure if there is anything to say.

Your shoes clink as you make your way behind his desk. With every step you take more of him in, seeing his disheveled black hair, and the wild, surprised look in his eyes. Your heart nearly springs out of your chest. You want to see more of him. 

You kneel down in front of him, letting your hands smooth along his thighs. His hand is still wrapped tightly around his dick. Your eyes travel up to his.

“Can I call you Hiromi now?”

Through your batted lashes you peer up at him, watching him swallow hard, watching the way his dark eyes greedily glide over your face. 

“I’m still your superior. But I’ll let it slide for tonight.” His voice is a little breathless and strained, and it sounds way too attractive. The corner of his lips slightly curl up and you fall right over. 

You beam up at him. 

He slightly lifts up his hips, so you can help him push down his slacks. His cock sprung, just inches away from you, leaking and twitching for you to finally touch him. 

Higuruma hisses as you wrap your hand around him. Slowly, you drag your hand along his throbbing length, pumping teasingly into his swollen head. You watch greedily as a bead of pre-cum slides along his cock, relishing in the feel of having his cock between your fingers.

But you want more. No - you need more.

You inch forward, your one hand bracing yourself against his thigh, as you let your tongue glide along the underside of his cock. 

You hold your eyes to his. Higuruma’s head is resting against the back of his chair, his chin is tilted down as he observes you through his hooded eyes. 

Your lips seal around the tip of his dick, sucking softly, tauntingly. 

“Are you teasing me?” 

His voice is colder than before, making a shiver run down your spine.

“Of course not, Hiromi.”

You take more of him into your mouth, your hand stroking the rest of what you can’t fit. You fall into a slow rhythm, bobbing your head, tasting him on your tongue. 

“Fuck,” he curses, stupefied. 

You moan around him, the vibration of it causing him to gasp lowly. You start to bob your head at a faster pace, your eyes darting up to him for a moment. 

You watch him fall apart above you, his half-lidded gaze trailing along your features, fixing on your swollen lips that are wrapped so tightly around him. He lets himself succumb to your touch and you savor it, to finally have him at your mercy. 

You work diligently, letting your tongue glide along his cock, swirling around the head of his cock. 

Higuruma’s jaw is slacked, his pupils almost rolling into the back of his skull. Seeing him like this, the knowledge that you make him look like this makes your blood run hot. But you’re still not satisfied. 

Slowly you ease all of him inside your mouth, the tip of his cock sitting at the back of your throat. You hold your eyes to him, you want him to see you do this. 

His half-lidded eyes soak in the filthy image of you kneeling in front of him, almost gagging on his cock. 

His large hand cradles your cheek, his thumb swiping along your hollowed cheek. 

“You’re so beautiful like that,” he breathes.

You only peer up at him, his blissful face blurring in front of your watering eyes. 

His hips rut forward into the wet, warm heat of your mouth, his hand holding your face there. The tip of his cock hits the resistance at the back of your throat repeatedly.

Your vision becomes blurred, tears prickling in your eyes as he fucks your mouth. The tiny office is filled up with the sinful sound of your wet mouth meeting his throbbing cock. 

You let out a strangled, chocked sound when it becomes too much. He lets go of you then, his hand moving to his sloppy cock, strings of glossy spit breaking between his cock and your mouth. 

“Be a good girl and open your mouth for me,” he murmurs.

You do, parting your lips and lolling out your tongue, your glazed eyes fixing on his. 

His hand strokes into the swollen head of his cock, his eyes laying on your mouth like mesmerized. 

A strangled gasp leaves his lips as he tips over the edge. The first spur falls on your awaiting tongue, a surprised moan dropping from your lips at the sensation. 

A string of curses leaves his lips as he jerks through it, letting his cum paint your face white. 

His chest heaving in pants once he’s come done from his high. You swallow, the bitter taste of him spreading on your tongue. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he mumbles, his thumb running along your chin to catch some of his own mess before he presses his finger into your mouth. Your tongue dances across his finger, cleaning it off obediently.

You swallow his spent, hoping that this won’t be the last time you get to see him like this. 

Utahime Iori

Utahime watches you, the moonlight painting a stripe of light onto your body. The blanket is carelessly wrapped around your body, exposing some of her favorite parts of you. 

Although she has been tired, after the fun night you two had, all her tiredness subsided once your body pressed onto the mattress right next to her. 

Involuntarily she has to think about what she has done in this bed. How she touched herself to the thought of you, how she dreamed about you, laying there just like this now. 

Involuntarily, her brain is flooded with her fantasies about you; about cupping your tits, about letting her hands smooth all over that perfect body of yours, about slowly easing her fingers into your slick cunt. 

Utahime sighs, turning around, desperately trying to ignore the way she can feel her underwear dampening, the lust cursing through her veins. 

But she can’t. 

Slowly, her hand sneaks past the band of her underwear, feeling her wetness transpire onto her fingertips. She slathers her wetness onto her yearning clit, drawing tight, soft circles.

She knows it’s wrong. She knows. The guilt of her doing overwhelms her, making it hard for her to breathe. She lets go of herself unsatisfied and ashamed. 

She sighs, “Fuck,” she curses aloud, her clenched fist hitting the mattress.

“What’s up?” Your voice is drowsy, a little bit raspy, just like when you wake up in the morning.

Utahime gulps, eyes wide, quickly turning around to face you. “You’re awake?”

Your eyes are half-lidded, nearly falling back close as you peer at her. “Barely.”

A small chuckle leaves her lips, the way the tiredness crawls over your face makes her chest all warm.

You turn to your side, facing her directly now. The blanket draped over your body falls just a little bit, exposing some more of your cleavage. Utahime's eyes greedily trail along your features.

“I can’t fall asleep,” she admits sheepishly. 

“Why? You wanna cuddle?” You propose, moving a little bit closer to her.

“I don’t think that’s going to help,” she hesitates. 

A soft frown appears on your forehead, the tip of your tongue sticking out of your mouth. It’s the same expression you wear when you do those crossword puzzles you never seem to get finished.

“You could try some lavender oil…” You smirk at her jokingly, eyes glinting with mischief, “sometimes I touch myself if I really can’t fall asleep.”

Utahime nearly chokes on her spit. She half-heartedly joins in your laughter, her heart nervously tugging in her chest. If you only knew…

“I can also leave the bed until you’re done,” you propose in between light chuckles.

Your smile weakens when you see that the smile froze on her face. “Utahime, what is it?”

She always forgets how you can read her face. 

The few seconds of silence almost become unbearable, almost making her crack, spilling her feelings.

“Sorry, was that too much? I thought we could talk about this.” The unsureness on your face, about the state of your friendship, and your confidence in her makes her heart drop.

“It’s not that…”

That frown again. You move even closer to her. You smell good, even after a night out. It’s the faint scent of your perfume, but even better, your own, signature scent… 

“What is it? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

She knows but she’s not sure if she can. Her gaze flickers away from yours, desperately finding anything other than those compassionate eyes of yours to look into.

Letting this drop from her lips in the dark somehow feels more bearable. “I sometimes think about you…”

You don’t get it at first. 

She watches your face change when you do; your frown deepens, and your eyes grow wide, looking at her flabbergasted. “Okay.”

The next minute stretches what feels like an hour, the silence weighing as heavy as the night. The nervousness eats away at Utahime. Maybe she should’ve just kept her mouth shut.

“What does this mean?”

Well, if she already said this, might as well lay herself bare. “I like you.”

This is exactly what she tried to convince herself isn’t true, again and again. But it’s true. And as the words drop from her lips, she speaks the truth.

“Me? You’re not serious?” You don’t sound angry. You sound… so surprised. So insecure. As if the implication of her liking you is somehow not comprehensible.

“I do. You’re amazing and sexy.” She says this like saying water is wet.

Utahime studies your face and watches you bury your face in the pillow, hearing a muffled stop.

A small smile dares to tug at the corner of her lips, a small spark of hope fluttering through her chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” she tries again once you look at her again. Your eyes are wide, hanging onto her lips, like hypnotized.

You open your mouth just to close it again.

Carefully, she stretches out her hand. Her fingers glide along your bottom lip, watching your eyes soften.

“Your lips are beautiful,” her fingers glide further down, along your neck “your neck” slowly she lets the straps of your top fall down your shoulders, exposing your cleavage to her. 

Her hand cups your tit, her thumb softly rubbing over your nipple, watching it harden under the stimulation. “I like your tits.”

She watches your face, watches the way your eyes widen with every word she says, observing how your breath turns more shallow.

Her hands cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between her thumb and fingers. She watches your chest heaving and your nipples hardening under her touch. She dips down low, her mouth latching onto your nipple. The sigh that drops from your parted lips makes her head spin. She lets go of you then. 

Her hand moves lower, stripping the blanket off you. Her fingers trace along your waist, your stomach, her eyes following her movement, openly taking you in. Her hand smoothes down your side, feeling the skin of your thighs.

“You’re so soft,” her voice is barely above a whisper.

“I like this,” she states boldly, her hand grabbing your ass. You yelp in surprise, a nervous, breathy chuckle falling from your parted lips. 

“What else?” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Utahime’s hands are ceaseless now. She moves, kneeling next to you, as you lie on your back. 

Her hand cups your pussy through your panties. “I think I’m gonna like your pussy a lot.” 

You let out a low gasp. 

“You want me to find out?” She suggests, practically feeling the heat and the wetness soaking your panties. 

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly, without hesitation. Utahime becomes greedy now.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes,” after she doesn’t move, her palm still cupping your clothed pussy, you add a quiet “please.”

The pleading look in your eyes makes her gulp. She lets her finger trace along your panties, feeling the patch of dampness.

“Tell me again.” 

You squirm. “Utahime,” her name resounds through the room, “please.”

She takes ahold of your panties, pulling them down your legs, tossing them away. Eagerly, you open your legs for her. The moonlight highlights your wetness, your pussy glistening deliciously. She sucks in a deep breath. 

Her finger carefully traces along your slick pussy, not yet touching you where you need it the most. Her finger carefully vees around your clit. She wants to hear it, once more, just once more.

Her finger draws a circle on your clit. “You want that?”

“Yes, please,” you beg, your tone so whiny like she has never heard it before.

Slowly she starts to circle your sensitive clit, observing how your lips part, and how your hands grip the sheets next to you.

Utahime lets her fingers sink into you, watching your face scrunch up in delight, hearing a sweet moan fall from your lips. 

Her other hand presses down onto your lower stomach, her other hand thrusting into your pussy while her thumb stimulates your clit. Your widened eyes flutter shut as she fucks you with her fingers. 

It feels surreal. To have you exactly where she wanted to, how her dreams became reality. She watches her fingers disappear inside your pretty pussy, basking in the sound of your sweet voice.

The lewd sounds of your messy pussy fill up the room, mixing in with your moans and pants. Utahime swallows hard, feeling how her own panties stick to her lips.

She fucks you with her fingers, scissoring and curling them until you’re whimpering, your legs trembling.

She can already feel it, the way your pussy flutters around her slippery fingers, your wetness soaking the sheets, dripping down her hand. 

“You wanna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes, yes,” you whimper and with one more thrust of her fingers, you cum. Your pussy spasms around her fingers, your back arching off the bed.

The sounds you make travel straight to her pussy, the breathless, sinful moan of her name rolling off your tongue.  

And she watches you, observing how your chest rises and falls heavily, the way your whole body quivers because of her touch. Your eyes are fluttering deliriously against the waves of pleasures washing over you, your lips parted in ecstasy. 

You look ethereal. And she has done that to you.

Utahime guides you through it, letting her fingers rub softly over your puffy clit until you whine from the overstimulation, squirming under her touch. 

And she knows, she will never have another peaceful minute in her bed now that she had you here - looking like this. 

©sweetdreamlandstuff

[kozumesphone]

✮⋆˙ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

⤷ percy jackson x emma (@riordanness)

masterlist | event m.list

♡ fandom | percy jackson and the olympians

♡ includes | songfic (sort of), joining luke, luke calling you by a nickname and being understanding (overall we get nice luke), betrayal, little fluff to angst, hurt with no comfort, swords, daggers, very mini fight scene, overall sadness, altering the timeline of the book a bit

♡ in which | emma has to betray percy in the tlt timeline (includes spoilers for whoever hasn’t read chapter 22 of tlt)

♡ a/n | omggg, I was on a writing hiatus, but this got me out of that slump fr. emercy are goals <33 anywayyy my heart hurts after writing emercy angst so I WILL make up for it by writing emercy fluff at some point (hopefully during the event itself).. enjoy this one tho!!

♡ wc | 1.02k

✮⋆˙ emma’s pov

it had been a long day after percy returned to camp, glorious, after his quest. after all, that’s what all demigods thirsted for: δόξα. glory.

as soon as my eyes met his, I practically ran into him. we toppled over because of all of the unexpected force, and he just laid there below me, holding me gently.

pressing kisses to my forehead and my cheeks. running his fingers through my hair. smiling at me, and taking me in.

“all right, lovebirds! chiron and the others want to talk to him too,” grover’s voice rang out from above us.

snapping out of my hazy dream-come-true, I get up slowly and reach my hand down for percy.

“hey princess,” he whispered, still holding me close, after he stood up.

“hey handsome…”

I loved having him in my arms, memorising the feel of his hands around my waist, his lips against mine. who knows when I’d get to feel it again, if ever?

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

her eyes, hollow. smiles, forced.

what happened to her in the days I was gone?

timeskip

✮⋆˙ emma’s pov

as the campfire was dying, empty mugs of cocoa and packets of marshmallows lay in the trash bag behind the logs.

will and his siblings sang beautiful songs, played music, as all the campers joined in.

percy and I were huddled together on a log, warmth radiating off each other.

everyone said their ‘goodnight’s and ‘sweet dreams’ knowing well and good none of us would sleep without nightmares.

“wanna turn in for the night?” percy asked, pulling me up from our log.

I smiled at him and nod. we walk to cabin 3. he offers me a hoodie and I remain in my denim shorts, ready to leave as soon as he falls asleep.

we plop onto his bed, and he tells me everything about his quest, as I take him in. at one point, we begin cuddling as he continues talking.

“hey, perce?”

“mhm.”

“I love you. you’ll remember that forever, won’t you?”

“‘course I will. I know you do. I love you forever too, and I hope to find you in elysium, my love… you’re never leaving me, are you?”

“of course not, dumbass.”

scattered ‘cross my family line…

i’m so good at telling lies…

that came from my mother’s side…

told a million to survive…

“good. I don’t think I could go a day without you there to stop me from stapling my finger by mistake again.”

I let out a sudden laugh. “oh, what about that other time you-”

“I completely made a fool out of myself in front of everyone by tripping over air? whatever,” he rolled his eyes.

sometimes, I wish my mortal father hadn’t taught me to hide my sadness so well. too well. I suppose he did do a good job, at the end of the day.

timeskip

with one last look at percy’s sleeping form—oh, so peaceful and beautiful, my baby—I stepped out of the cabin with our picture frame from percy’s bedside, weighing heavy in my bag. my hair whipped around my face because of the wind, right outside cabin 3. I turned to luke, waiting for me. I noted a hint of sadness in his eyes as well.

scattered ‘cross my family line…

god, I have my father’s eyes…

but my sister’s when I cry…

“luke, please. I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered, eyes burning with the fire of a thousand suns–bright enough to illuminate his face.

“we can’t stop now, em. not after we’ve worked so hard, for so long. we can’t let it all go to waste. I didn’t want you to do this with me either, because I know he could hate me with ease after a while, but you? never. he could never look at you with anything other than love, and i’m sorry I have to take you away from that,” luke said, with glistening eyes.

quietly, I nodded, not trusting my voice to not shake. luke looked in the direction of cabin 6, and turned to walk towards the portal. I followed him, as we walk into the woods.

I can run, but I can’t hide…

from my family line…

from my family line…

“i’m sorry, perce. I love you,” I whispered into the wind.

“then why are you leaving me?” a voice shook behind me, just as we reached the portal.

I turned around sharply.

“percy?”

“princ— emma. why?”

oh, all that I did to try to undo it…

all of my pain and all your excuses…

“it’s… a long story,” I hardened my gaze. “we’re done. i’m sorry.” if this was going to work, he had to hate me. hate me from the bottom of his heart. hate me enough to be able to send me to the depths of tartarus, if needed.

“are you stupid?– hey! luke! get away from her!” he yelled. luke and I moved closer to each other as my cold gaze rested on percy’s face. I registered the betrayal and hurt in his eyes, my heart breaking with every emotion flickering across his face. his face morphed into something emotionless, all of a sudden.

I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless…

someone who loves you wouldn’t do this…

“you know what, emma?” he spat. “I can no longer recognize you. and that’s not even the saddest part. it’s the fact that you no longer make any attempt to make me understand you.”

“for the daughter of the goddess of love, I clearly have none of it left to give,” I said, unsheathing my sword. luke’s backbiter glowed faintly behind me.

percy looked alarmed for a second, but took out annabeth’s dagger, startling luke.

they swung at each other, as I stood there. nicking at one another’s body. I rushed in to help luke, so we could escape soon. my face was in the middle of a swing percy sent luke’s way, and his dagger slid down my face.

oh, I deserved that.

all of my past, I tried to erase it…

but now I see, would I even change it…?

[ilguna]

hii! idk if you do this stuff but do you have tips on how to start build an acc? like mutuals followers just general stuff. i'm kinda stuck lmao.

ahhh this one is a hard one to do. if im being honest, i’ve had this account for a while, at least since 2017 😬 buutttt i took a look at your account, im liking the vibes.

when it comes to fanfiction and building an account, usually you have to start writing and posting. i would suggest looking at some of your favorite writers, especially on tumblr if it’s gonna be your main domain and see how they layout their post and try to do something similar.

i’m going to use my acc as an example but there’s many other ways you can go about this.

when i’m looking for fanfiction, i like to see the title of the fic and the person that im looking for specifically. i do it as the title of the fic, some people have it in the body of the text posts.

next i try to summarize it to let people know what it’s going to be about. when i look for fanfic, i have something in mind that i want. i always put warnings because it’s the easiest thing to do/keep track of. sometimes fics can get heavy.

i put a word count in case someone doesn’t want to get caught up in a long fic and they’re just looking for something short and sweet.

and notes is where i put anything important. for that fic, it was the fact that it was based on the taylor swift song. if you’re ever writing based off a certain episode of a show, i would put: spoiler: season x, episode x. or s2ep3. something in that general format.

next comes your fanfiction. people will either love it or hate it. and that’s totally fine. you can put your heart and soul into something and they don’t have to like it. you’re just putting your works out on the market, if they wanna read they will!! if they wanna come back, they’ll follow!!

and tagging is probably the most important way to get traction, in my opinion. i have curated this tagging system over a couple years. it seems to work pretty well. the only rule that i NEVER break is that i DO NOT tag fandoms or characters that are not the main interest of the fic 🙅‍♀️

for example, if the fanfic is about finnick, there is no way that i’m tagging a side character like katniss just for existing inside of it. it clogs up the katniss tags.

anywayyy, that’s my unsolicited advice for writing in general. you just gotta write and post. people will find it in the tags. will you get a bunch of likes/reblogs overnight? not at first. but as long as your works are consistently good, people will follow and come back.

followers on tumblr are not a huge deal. most of the time, people are finding your fics through the search function. they’ll like and move on. if your writing sticks out, that’s when they search your account.

i do not base my entire account around followers either. people will follow and then won’t interact for a loooonggggg time. or ever again. there’s nothing you can really do about it. it’s nice to see a high number but it’s not the end of the world

AND when it comes to mutuals? i don’t really have a lot of advice. i got a lot of my mutuals from the colby brock fandom (shout out to them) back when it was like 15 of us and we were running the whole fanfiction game lol. we still follow each other, but hardly interact.

and it’s kinda the same for some of my other mutuals 🤷‍♀️ i love them all. i think about them sometimes. if we talk to each other, that’s great. if not, i’m not gonna get all uptight about it. life gets in the way and we lose interest in shit.

mutuals are nice if you’re boosting each other’s fics. or to talk to about the latest news with the fandom. yknow. they’re just an internet friend.

i hope this helps? this is just the basic stuff too. when it comes to layout and colors and making your profile look all aesthetic-y, you figure it out over time. i’ll be here if you have any questions 😊

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edit: also, make sure you turn on anonymous questions!! people usually like to request fics on anon!!

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

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A Little Extra Sugar

austin butler x reader | 🍋 - lemonade

tw: none, this is Soft! || word count: 1.5k || rating: Pg

A/N: 2023 mila = making austin a himbo apparently LMAO. anywayyy, this turned out a lot cuter than i was expecting so i hope y'all enjoy it! 💕

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When your little cousin blasted through the front doors yesterday afternoon with the ambitious idea of starting a lemonade stand, you couldn’t be happier to help her. But you didn’t realize that you were also agreeing to help her work the lemonade stand. All day long. In the California summer heat.

Nevertheless, there you are standing beside her squeezing lemons and stirring sugar. You can hardly believe that you’re spending your Saturday selling $2 lemonades. But seeing how happy your cousin is, you’re glad to help. The sour aroma of freshly squeezed lemons fills the humid summer air as you turn a lemon on top of the juicer. As you turn to toss the empty lemon into the trashcan, a familiar voice captures your attention.

“Well, what have we here?”

Your head snaps up to see your neighbor, Austin, approaching the stand. Your heart jumps into your throat with anticipation. You’ve had a crush on Austin for a long time now but you aren’t sure how to tell him. When he flashes his handsome smile, you avert your gaze to hide your smile.

“Hi Austin!” your cousin shouts excitedly. “We’re selling lemonade. It’s two dollars for a cup. Do you want some?”

Your heart warms as Austin crouches down to get on eye level with your cousin. The corners of his mouth crease as he grins sweetly.

“I’d love a cup. Can you put in some extra sugar?”

“Of course! But it’ll cost you,” your cousin replies matter-of-factly.

Austin’s deep, full laugh is contagious and you smile. Your cheeks ache with admiration for him.

“Well, okay then,” Austin nods.

Your cousin claps happily, spooning some extra sugar into the cup. When Austin’s bright, sparkling blue eyes center on yours, you can practically feel your heart beating into your throat. Your cheeks feel hot so you clear your throat to dispel some of the tension.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says in his usual husky tone. “How're you doing?”

“Good,” you reply nervously. “Happy you made it over when you did. We’re selling out pretty fast.”

“Really? How much have you made so far?”

“One hundred dollars!” your cousin answers as she pushes Austin’s glass across the table.

Austin’s eyes widen and he looks to you for confirmation. With a shrug, you nod. Your cousin was correct. Per her suggestion, you had chosen a very busy street. But the number of customers had surpassed your expectations by far.

“Shrewd businesswoman right here,” you say, tossing your head toward your cousin.

“Yeah…no kidding,” he muses with a chuckle.

“Four dollars please, Mr. Butler,” your cousin interrupts.

“Four? I thought you said it was two?” Austin sputters.

“It is but you wanted extra sugar. I told you it would cost you. It’s an upcharge,” your cousin replies with a nonchalant shrug.

Austin glances at you again, mouthing the word “upcharge” incredulously. You stifle a giggle and shake your head.

“Four dollars…okay…”

Austin fumbles around in his wallet, coming out with two dollars and a few odd cents. His eyebrows furrowed, he peers up at your cousin.

“I…don’t think I have cash for that. I don’t really carry it anymore. You don’t happen to take card…do you?”

You bite your lip but are unable to stop the laugh that escapes your throat. Austin chuckles nervously, his cheeks growing redder by the second.

“Right, of course not. I guess, uh…”

Austin reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. You admire the way he tilts his head ever so slightly, the way the veins in his neck pulse when he does so. You clear your throat and then turn toward your cousin.

“Well, there might be another way you could pay for your lemonade,” you suggest with a quirked eyebrow.

The corner of Austin’s mouth twitches up into a small smirk.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“You could help us behind the counter,” you respond. “We’ve been a little slow on making new batches of lemonade because it takes us so long to squeeze the lemons. We could use a big strong man to do it for us.”

A full grin breaks across Austin’s face and he nods. Although you wonder why he’s wearing a sweatshirt in 90 degree heat, you admire the way Austin’s forearms and fingers flex as he rolls up the sleeves of the sweatshirt.

“I’d be honored to lend my services,” he says. “Make some room and let’s get down to business.”

Over the next couple of hours, customer after customer approaches your tiny stand. You would never take all of the credit, but you have to hand it to yourself. Your marketing skills are clearly superior thanks to the beautiful sign you’d made to clip on top of the stand which advertised cool and refreshing $2 lemonades.

With Austin efficiently squeezing lemons on the table behind you, the stand always had a fresh brew of lemonade ready for the next customers. Your cousin mixes in the sugar and does the haggling while you fill the cups and take payment from the customers. It’s surprising how many customers have offered to pay a little extra. Your cousin’s tough bartering skills and sweet face are obviously a good selling point.

Each time Austin hands you a fresh pitcher of lemonade, your heart pounds, especially when your fingers gently brush against his. With your backs to each other, you didn’t have much of an opportunity to make small talk, but just his presence alone was enough to make your palms sweaty.

During a particularly busy rush, you run into a slight problem. Busy hurriedly filling cups, you barely hear Austin’s stressed call for help from behind you.

“Uh…we’re out of lemons!” he shouts.

“No, we shouldn’t be,” you reply, glancing at him over your shoulder.

“Well, this box is definitely empty.”

He picks up the box of lemons and tips it upside down. Nothing falls out, proving that it is, in fact, empty.

“Oh, well we have others down there,” you gesture, admittedly vaguely, to a place underneath the tablecloth.

“Where?” Austin asks confusedly.

“Down there. Under the tablecloth.”

 You gesture again, but with one hand still busy filling cups for the customers, you can’t do much better. You return to filling the cups, passing them to your cousin as quickly as possible. You can hear Austin rummaging around behind you but it doesn’t sound like he’s doing very well.

“Where? I can’t find them,” he says.

You sigh frustratedly. How can he not see them?

“Hold on. I’ll find the-”

You’re in the middle of mumbling your reply when you turn around to help him find the lemons. Unfortunately, Austin had decided to turn around at the exact same moment with a similar idea. You crash into his chest. Your feet stumble and falter. You can feel your body tipping forward, but there’s nothing you can do to stop yourself as you teeters over on top of Austin. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the impact. You can hear the groan escape Austin’s lips as his back smashes onto the grass below him. You mutter an “ow”.

When you open your eyes, your body goes rigid. You’re laying on top of Austin, your hands on his heaving chest, your faces aligned, your lips hovering just inches apart. You know you should move and get off of him, but you can’t bring yourself to. You like the feeling of laying on his chest, of being this close to one another. You gulp as Austin’s eyes search your face and finally land on your lips. Suddenly, his head bobs upward and he presses his lips to yours. Your eyes widen in surprise, your body too stunned to return the kiss. As he lays his head back down, a small smile begins to spread across your face. As your body defrosts from its shocked numbness, you lower your head and give him a sweet peck on the lips. His hand snakes up into your hair, keeping your mouth firmly attached to his.

You pull apart to the sounds of wolf whistles and cheering. Feeling the heat flood into your cheeks, you bury your head in Austin’s shoulder. His finger hooks underneath your chin, lifting your gaze to his. A sweet smile plays at his lips. He winks and you giggle. Your eyes flick down to his lips again and you move to kiss him one more time.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” your cousin’s shrill voice put a stop to your actions. You both glance up to see her with her hands on her hips, a scolding expression on her face. “I can’t run this stand all by myself! I’m not paying you to kiss. Ew!”

You chuckle and nod.

“Oops, sorry bud. We’ll get back to work ASAP,” you reply as seriously as you can.

She nods resolutely, huffs, and then goes back to haggling with an elderly woman. You look back to Austin to find him staring at you with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Thanks for today, Austin,” you say. “You made it so much fun."

“Anytime,” he replies. “Hey, we should probably get those lemons. I don’t want to owe your cousin a debt. She seems like the loanshark type.”

You laugh and nod, pressing a sweet kiss to his nose.

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🦋 mila

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

THEEEEE WIP GAMEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! screaming to the top of my lungs for it sweet ari :33 but first of all!! the aquarium is getting bigger!! that’s amazing news, we should celebrate with an underwater party 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️✨

anyway…….. going back to the ask game!! there are so many interesting stories (gently kissing your brain for blessing us with your ideas!) TT i’d like to know more about each one but i’ll simply ask for two of them which are:

“come, come over to me, to the place where the fox sleeps” …….. wow, the title is already beautiful (i’m a sucker for longer titles 😔) but ever since you mentioned kitsune!geto i’ve been growing curious about him and the story in general so :3

and then……

“consider the hairpin turn” :O i was about to ask for the cult leader!sugu x preschool teacher!reader but then i saw this!! if i’m not wrong you’ve already talked about it?? but i saw the tropes and it looks so interesting…… that ‘fractured narrative’ has me in a chokehold in a very positive way

hope i’m not late for this game!! and that september has been treating you well 🫶🏼🫶🏼 sending you lots of hugs and love and a bouquet of beautiful shells i picked from the shore :3 —🐟

FISHNON MY ANGEL !!!!! tysm for participating hehe. the aquarium is truly growing… we’ll have to celebrate with all the other underwater nonnies !!! :3c

BUT WAH ….. you managed to pick my absolute favorites of the bunch i think!!! 🥹🥹 i am beyond excited to get to writing these…….. already talked a little bit about the bfb au in other asks, but i’m always happy to ramble some more :333c

’come, come over here to me, to the place where the fox sleeps’……. i’m so happy you like this title 🥺 it’s one of the lyrics to the fox’s wedding, it’s a scary song though!!!! proceed with caution!!!!!! but i think the grittyness of it all, and the coaxing tone of the title, made a good fit for the fic :3c kitsune!geto is without a doubt my most twisted geto, and also one of my favorites !!! i have lots of lore planned for him…. and i think his view of reader is the most . problematic 💀 he treats you very well, he’d never hurt you, but he’s a God and that . makes his Love very fractured…..

the general story is that you, the reader, venture up to an old forgotten shrine up in the mountains of a rural town !!!! to leave an offering for the fox deity said to reside there. and then he appears :3c and grows fond of you (even though he generally detests humans)….. basically takes you in as his unofficial shrine maiden. i don’t have more plot than that in mind really, the fic will focus on the character/reader dynamic + kitsune!geto’s backstory!!! i will say. that he Kills a guy for you LMAO . i’m hoping to make this fic a little more gorey than usual !!!!!!!

as for ’consider the hairpin turn’ !!!!!!! like you said, i’ve talked about this one before, it’s my masterpiece of a fic that …. will probably not be written for a while 💀 i am ridiculously attached to bfb!kenny. this is another one with just …. a lot of lore, and a focus on the reader/character dynamic. reader’s view of kenny in comparison to how they view suguru……..

BUT YES :33c the fractured narrative!!!!! i’m so happy you asked!!!!!!! this is part of the reason why the fic is giving me so much trouble lmao…… my plan is for it to jump back and forth between their childhood and present time !!!!! in present time, kenjaku is just coming back to visit you and suguru in the town you all grew up in. and the childhood chapters gradually reveal why he left, and what he means to you. there’s a lot of longing and teasing involved because kenjaku is essentially your estranged childhood friend, who you’ve been waiting to see again. he knows you like him, you know you like him — so there’s a lot of tension. bfb!kenny is kinda manipulative and very charming and just …. ough . need him bad 😵‍💫

ANYWAYYY this got long ;;; but tysm for asking 🐟 anon!!! i’m so happy you’re excited for these!!!! :’3

ask me about my wips !! <33

[pascalssbabyy]

Desperate 💦

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You leave Joel in a uncomfortable situation all day while you’re at work. Hours go by and Joel struggles to keep his craving under control. And once you’re home, Joel can’t seem to give you his full potential.

Warning: 18+ SMUT, no use of Y/N, no age mentioned, mostly Joel’s pov, pet names (from both), Joel is a little sub in this but he’s a little dom too?, F!oral, blowjob, Joel gets blue balls, P in V, unprotected sex (don’t be naughty!), Joel's very horny in this, doggy style, premature ejaculation, creampie, overstimulation, rougher sex near the end, one cheeky ass slap, Joel comes twice (love that), Joel is soft and needy so make sure you’re ready. Also, I write the word cock wayyy to many times in this.

🤍 Okay listen, because I have somethin to say. The thought of Joel being so desperate and finishing early has me actually weak and I had to write about it. It’s such a compliment when this happens! Anywayyy, I hope you all had an amazing New Year!🫶🏼 And please enjoy my first fic of this year 🩵

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Joel's week had gone agonisingly slower than usual, but thankfully, his weekend off had finally arrived. The weekend was always the time Joel would cherish the most; not having to wake up in the early hours of the morning to spend twelve-plus hours then cutting, shaping and assembling wood that would soon have him shouting obscene profanity into the air or hands trying not to gouge his eyes out from the tense strain he felt in them. He wouldn’t arrive back home late almost every night, exhausted, worn out and in desperate need of sleep.

Joel didn’t have to deal with any of that on the weekends. He didn’t have to put up with impatient customers or irritating coworkers. Instead, he’d wake up feeling refreshed, cheerful, and eager to spend the days with you.

But for Joel, this day would be different than the others. Your work was currently understaffed, and had asked if you could go in for a full day, and Joel knew instantly, being the people pleaser you were, you wouldn’t turn it down.

You were only going to be gone for a little while, surely what could go wrong?

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Joel's 'issue' had started early in the morning when he abruptly woke up just before your alarm, with his cock immediately begging for attention, needing your attention. Joel knew he should let you sleep, knowing you’d both been up late last night with a similar issue he was currently dealing with, but how could he not? You were facing away from him, hair spread out and resting over your pillow with the cover under your armpit. His lips would eventually wake you with tender kisses and roaming hands would glide across your naked thighs, with his own hips thrusting into you, his hard cock rubbing up against your back and a quiet mumble of a good morning baby now caressing the side of your cheek.

It’s the first time Joel opens his eyes, and he stares immediately at you, watching you with a hooded gaze, his pupils adjusting to the dark surroundings. His eyes observe the way your lashes flutter against your face, your eyelids lazily opening, limbs stretching out, and your face pulling inwards as you alter to the morning sun subtly passing through the spilt in your closed curtains and to Joel's now- wondering mouth and hands.

"Joel…" You hum his name, and he groans at the way it falls weakly from your lips, sounding so soft and warm, his length throbbing inside his confined boxers with how it vibrates onto his skin.

“G’morning baby,” Joel repeats, shuffling himself even closer and wrapping both arms around your waist, caging you in as his head falls into the crevice of your neck, his silky curls tickling the side of your face.

His hard cock lies on your lower back, and your body shivers.

"Joel, honey we can't. I have work today, remember? I'll be late—" you whine, your voice unforgiving, but your body soon reacts to how his hands mark and trace your skin.

"Mmm come on sweetheart. Please. I'll be nice and quick, I promise.” Joel's already pulling the covers off, and you gasp at the crisp breeze that falls onto your bare skin, his fingers sliding your wet panties down your legs, his lips moving lower and lower until his teeth gently bite down on the flesh on your thigh.

He stares at your soaked cunt and spreads your folds open with the tip of his finger, you were always so fucking wet and ready, and Joel unintentionally licks his lips at the sight.

“Jus’… please. Just lemme have a taste, s’all I need."

The next lie leaves his mouth with sheer certainty and confidence. “Only need five minutes baby.”

You look down at him with your eyebrows raised.

And that look has Joel thinking, “shit yeah, okay. Maybe ten, give me ten.” And you chuckle at him, your hands soothing his broad shoulders.

“Alright Joel. You’ve got ten minutes. I can’t keep being late, not this time okay?”

He gives you a reassuring nod, his wet lips moving down as he sucks your clit into his mouth, your hands reaching into his hair from the sudden shock.

“Oh my god—yes Joel,” you pant, fingers pulling tightly on his curls, and Joel groans at the harsh pull, the sound wavering causing your hips to buckle up, pushing his face deeper into you.

He hums into your needy cunt, his eyes dropping shut whilst he pushes his two fingers into your hole, curly them up and hitting your pleasure point.

He licks at your folds and gives your clit a light flick, “You look s’good spread out like this for me baby.”

The air is covered in your blissful moans, the sound of your arousal wetting Joel's fingers and sliding down his knuckles and wrist while he fucks you at a steady pace.

“Fuckin’ dreamt about this pretty pussy.”

Joel loves to build it up slowly, to get you right there at a pace where he knows you’ll beg and beg and beg him to make you come, each curve of his fingers and his tongue teasing you closer to your release.

And fuck can Joel feel it right now. He can see it in your face, those short bursts of air being pulled into your lungs, your back curving off the bed, your thighs and hips shaking, and walls hugging his calloused digits.

“M’that’s it, baby,” he ushers, “I know you can feel it. Go on, let go f’me.”

And you do, so effortlessly too, your pussy releasing that pressure and gushing your arousal all over his mouth and stubble, your cunt twitching and convulsing on his fingers as he keeps up with his rhythm, prolonging your orgasm as he helps you ride out your high.

Joel unlatches his lips from your abused clit and pulls his digits out of your cunt, lifting his body so he’s back on top of you with his mouth dropping down onto yours, his moustache and stubble wet with your release as he deepens the kiss.

“Christ, you taste fuckin’ incredible. Could stay in between your legs all day.” Joel praises, kissing your neck until his lips lick, bite, and nibble at your collarbone.

He bends his arm so it’s flat on the mattress to hold his weight while he inches his other lower and under the waistband of his boxers, “Let me feel your pussy on my cock darlin’.”

You cease Joel’s movements before he goes any further. “Joel…” you moan, “I—baby, we can't. You promised. I have to get up. We'll get back to this when I’m home, okay?”

Joel let’s out a whine in the crevice of your neck. Fuck he doesn't want to stop, but he knows he needs to.

"Come on baby,” he attempts to protest, “I don’t think I can wait. I really need you now.”

Your alarm on your bedside table gives Joel the exact answer.

You pout your lips at him, your eyes pondering into his own, smiling at his neediness. “Don't give me that look, Joel. You can wait. I'II be back home before you know it, and then you can have me however you like."

Joel groans at your words, his eyes drooping down at you. He lifts his body off you so he's back to lying on his side of the bed, arms slumped over his eyes to hide his sexual aggravation.

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Joel watches you freshen up and get ready in the bathroom, his body still slumped in the warmth of the covers. You take a quick shower, brush your teeth, make yourself look presentable, and change into your work clothes. Now, you are all set and prepared to leave the house.

With the time that it’s taken you to get yourself up and going, Joel thought his body would’ve relaxed by now, but throughout all of his observing of you, his cock was still hard.

His length was throbbing, and his tip was now leaking in his boxers, and so sensitive to touch when he'd add minimal pressure on it to relieve some of that heavy strain.

A few minutes later you come back into the bedroom, giving him his usual morning coffee and a quick see you soon honey and a kiss goodbye on his lips. But before Joel can muster up another word to keep you here, the bedroom door shuts, leaving him in his train of thought.

His body falls back on the bed in failure, groaning at his knowing regret.

He knew as he lay there he could make himself come, and fuck it would be so easy if he did. The sweet taste of your arousal still lingered on his lips and fingers as he brought them up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits and sucking the remains of your taste off them, a painful sigh erupting from his throat.

Your taste makes his hips buckle up involuntarily, bringing back that vivid memory of being back in between your legs again.

As his cock rested heavy in his boxers, Joel still hadn’t touched himself, not even once. And even though he needs to, he decides he’s going to wait. He actually wants to wait. So once you’re back home, he’ll get to show you how much he’s missed you.

But fuck Joel was well aware at how hard it was going to be to ignore that temptation.

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When Joel gathers enough energy, he crawls out of your shared bed and prepares for the day. He starts by making himself some breakfast, pairing it with the now cold coffee you made him. He then takes a quick shower, brushes his teeth, and finishes off by grabbing a fitted top from the drawer and pairing it with jeans.

He tries to find things around the house to fill up the hours until he sees you; he checks his unread emails and has another cup of coffee; he also cleans and finishes the leftover chores.

He struggled to push the feeling to the back of his mind, to avoid the pulsating he felt in his jeans but fuck he couldn’t help it. He still feels it, that craving. It continues to grow and spread all across his body, it starts to cover all aspects of his mind.

Joel’s established that this was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

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You had been gone for three hours now, not that Joel was checking his watch every half an hour, and it couldn’t have gone any slower for him. Joel as expected, had eventually run out of chores and jobs to do, so he dropped himself down onto the sofa with a heavy thump.

How was Joel going to last the whole day like this? It’s bad enough that he’s bored, but to top it off his cock is still fully hard. And whenever he looks down, his neediness is clearly evident in the way his jeans are pressurised around his crotch.

Maybe if he messaged you and tells you about his 'current situation', you'd make him feel somewhat better.

So he reaches over and grabs his phone, which rests on the coffee table.

Joel: Darlin’. I’m sorry and I know you’re busy but fuck I’m going mad here. I’m still hard from this morning and you’ve been gone for 3 hours. I need you.

He gazes down at the screen, thumbs shaking and whispering a please fucking answer to himself. You’re going to be occupied with jobs he knows that, he just hopes you’ve got your phone on you to help ease him and his ongoing position.

His heart thumps when he sees those familiar dots appearing on the screen. Thank god.

You: Well hello to you too.

You: What's gotten into you, babe? Haven’t you just had me?

You: Wasn’t tasting me this morning enough for you?

Of course, you push and spur him on. The fact that he's messaging you like this, telling you how much he wants you, how he’s still hard for you and how much his cock needs you, for you to then just tease him about it has him yearning for you even more.

Joel: No it wasn’t enough darlin.

Joel: You’re never enough.

Joel: Need you to sit on my cock baby. I’m so fucking hard just thinking about it. Wanted it so bad this morning.

Joel: I don’t think I can last if you’re not here in the next hour.

Joel: Please, baby. I really can’t wait till you get home.

Before Joel met you, he had never been like this. He never was the type of man to be overcome with a passion for someone or even sex in general. It hadn't even been twelve hours since Joel felt the comforts of your pussy on his cock, and by the way he was acting, you’d think it had been fucking months.

You: Well you'll have to wait babe.

You: I'll be home soon, just hold tight.

You: I know you can do that for me Joel.

He groans at your sternness, his head falling back onto the sofa and throwing his phone to the side.

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Four hours till you’d be home.

And all Joel had done was waltz around the house like a madman. Packing the rest of his day with unnecessary jobs or current projects that needed to be finished for next week when he was back at work on Monday.

He eats random contexts from the fridge, he fixes the kitchen tap that started leaking just the other day, he even makes himself a neat whisky with ice, yes it’s that bad, hoping the alcohol with relax the thumping of his heart, the heat flowing through his veins.

He paces around the front room, his body striding from one side to the other. Pull yourself together Joel. Stop fucking thinking about it.

Fuck this he thinks. He can’t take any more of the waiting. He reaches back and pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket, preparing to bombard you with desperate and continuous messages;

Joel: Darlin come home please.

Joel: I can’t take this anymore.

Joel: Thinking about this morning and how you felt on my fingers.

Joel: Fuck baby you tasted so good, licked you off of my fingers when you left.

Joel: Need to feel your pussy around me darlin’. I'll be so good to you, give you whatever you want.

Joel: Gonna fill you up just how you like it.

As Joel began to type his promises to you, his own conscience comes crashing forward, his feet hesitant and stalling to an immediate standstill.

Shit. What would eventually happen when you walked through the door? Could he even give you his full potential when you do? How was he going to fuck you when his cock was so close to coming already?

Joel had been hard for the past five hours now, and he knew indefinitely that the moment his cock is engulfed by your warm and wet walls, he’d without a doubt, come.

This need to have you starts to make his mind dizzy, his vision is clouded and becomes blurry. It causes his knees to buckle under him with each weak step he takes. It causes his body to feel hot, his skin sticking to the material covering his body, his forehead cascaded in a thin sheen of sweat.

He needs to come. No, he has to come if he's planning on fucking you when you get home. And Joel can't wait much longer for you to reply to his texts, so he hits the call button, waiting to hear the sound of your voice.

And just a few seconds later, you answer.

"Hey Joel. Y’called just at the right time. I’m just going on my break.” Your voice comes out a little breathless, it’s mumbled like you’ve been busy with something on the other end.

“How are you honey? Sorry I haven’t texted you in a while."

He wipes his dampened forehead with the back of his hand, his lower limbs squeezing the muscles in his thighs. "Hey, baby.” Joel chokes, coughing out the strain in his voice. “Why don't y’come home on your break?”

He waits for you to say something, but there’s nothing as he prays your following words are yeah okay baby, sure. I'll be there in five.

A silenced chuckle leaves your end of the phone. “You know I can’t do that, Joel. I’ve only just got half an hour, and it takes me twenty to get home. Why? What’s wrong?”

He digs the tip of his fingers into his temples, “Don’t act like this, y’know exactly what’s wrong. Christ sweetheart you're killing me here. I need you to come home, like right now."

He swears he can feel your smile against your phone.

“It’s that bad huh?”

“Yes. Please sweetheart. I’m begging you.”

"Poor Joel. You need me that bad do you? Is your cock still hard since you texted me last?"

Your fucking voice. The way you playfully edge him on. The way the sound travels down and straight to the tip of his cock, his arousal seeping all over his boxers.

It lights up a dangerous spark, his hands pulling at his belt as Joel unbuttons his jeans and lifts his hips up to pull them down his thighs.

This is the first time he’s looked at his cock since he got changed this morning, and fuck he was wet. So wet. Joel wraps his hand around his girth and instantly has to tighten his first around his tip he’s that close to coming, and he wants to make sure you hear all of it.

He bites on his bottom lip, his voice quivering. "Yes…fuck darlin’, I’m still hard. I don't— I don’t think I can wait any longer. Jus’—shit keep talkin’ to me like that.”

Joel’s breath hitches in his throat, the sound of his deprived moans becoming higher and higher in pitch, until it’s cut off with your voice ringing in his ears.

“Are…are you touching yourself, Joel?”

His voice breaks, and the squelching of his hand stoking his cock fills the room, the slick pooling at his head getting wetter and more projecting. “Yes, I-I need—fuck baby’m gonna come."

"Don't you touch yourself Joel. I mean it. Don’t come. You better stop and wait till I get home.”

He can sense you’ve abandoned everything you were doing, putting full attention to the situation in hand. “Be a good boy Joel and wait for me.”

He nods at your demanding words, faltering his movements and it makes his eyes water. Fuck he was so close.

Joel chokes out a shaky yes before the phone call ends, your low and commanding voice echoing in the back of his mind.

Don't touch yourself Joel. I mean it.

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You should have been home twenty minutes ago, and Joel was officially at his wits end, feet banging on the old oak wood flooring and hands in his hair to let out some of his built up frustration. You never had to do any overtime, you’d always arrive home at the same time each shift.

So why weren't you home?

Joel feels like he could pass out he’s that desperate. How he’s lasted the full 8 hours without coming is beyond him.

His ears pick up the sound of a car door shutting, your footsteps following up the driveway, only this time they're much louder; they’re rushed. He knew his words and texts affected you as much as it did him. So when Joel's gets up from the sofa to open the door for you, and when he sees your body standing in the doorway, his heart freezes.

You smile up at him. "Hey Joel. Sorry I’m late the traffic was—” Your words are knocked from your lips when Joel drops his head down and collides his mouth onto yours, a heavy exhale leaving his nostrils.

Joel pulls you inside whilst grabbing the back of your head and slamming the door shut before he pushes you up against it, your back colliding with the wood as he presses his chest into yours.

His cocks hard and thick, digging into your thigh causing you to gasp openly into his mouth.

He needs you to understand. He licks and pours his wants into your mouth in hopes you know that he had listened to you, that he didn’t touch himself after your words, even though he needed to, that he had done what you asked.

That he had been good for you.

Joel’s hovers his lips so there merely just touching yours, his eyes dark and pupils blown, "fuck baby. M’gonna explode if I don’t have you now. Shit—I need to fuck you."

And who would you be to deny him? He had done just what you’d asked of him, and that was clearly evident in the way he was pressing his cock closer to you.

You smooth his jaw with your thumb, and his head falls into the feeling. “You’ve been s’good for me Joel. Not touching yourself. You gonna let me help you? You gonna let me make you come?” You capture his lips with a quick kiss, using both hands to undo his belt, with Joel’s eager hands joining in and helping you undo the buttons, his stare concentrated on your bruised lips.

You swiftly drop to your knees and Joel groans at the sight. "Fuck sweetheart, I won’t last if you—"

"Shush, Joel,” you calmly interrupted him, looking up and hooking your fingers into his belt loops.

“Want your cock inside my mouth first.”

Joel doesn’t know why, but he’s assisting you as you pull his jeans and boxers down in one fleeting move, his thick length bouncing up and now only inches away from your face.

Joel doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard. His tips painfully red and swollen, his shafts decorated with long veins that coated the sides of him, and his pre-comes everywhere. It’s messy, and it makes your mouth water.

“Fuck Joel you’re so wet. I’ve been neglecting you haven’t I. So big and desperate for me aren’t you.”

You grab his hard cock in your hand and bring the tip of his length to your mouth, swirling your tongue along his slit and collecting the pre-come around his head, the salty taste of him pouring all over your tastebuds.

"Fuckkk baby I can’t—" his words are cut off with a sharp intake of breath, your mouth on him instantaneously bringing his orgasm to the surface.

“You can baby,” you praise. “Just hold on for me. Let me do this for you.”

And that’s when you take his length all the way down your throat, alternating between licking the sides of his cock and sucking his tip into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and hands gripped firmly to his trembling thighs.

"Christ—” Joel grits, “sweetheart m'not gonna last if y’keep that up."

You release his cock from your mouth and look up towards him, fluttering your eyelashes at him as you slowly stoke his length with your hand.

"Why Joel? You gonna come? You gonna come down my throat if I don’t stop?”

You had a filthy mouth when you put your mind to it. Joel musters up a feeble yes, his one hand bracing itself on the door, and the other is in the back of your hair. He needs to come so bad, and he’d want nothing more than to come down your throat, but he wants to be inside you when he does.

His stomach tenses in, and it hits him. One more pull of your fist on his cock he’s going to come in your hand.

"O-okay Darlin’. Fuck now y'gotta stop. Shit I’ve waited too long for this to end now."

You remove his wet cock from your grip, raising back onto your knees with a wobble as Joel discards his jeans into a pile in the hallway.

“Y’gonna fuck me now, Joel? Gonna fuck me hard?” You beckon him to follow you up the stairs, your hand interlocked with his.

Joel’s minds in a twisted state. What the fuck is he going to do? You almost pulled an orgasm out of him just moments prior, and now you expect him to fuck you?

And fuck you hard?

Yep, Joel’s screwed.

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Joel treads behind you, and once your feet make their way into your shared bedroom, you both take turns to remove each other's clothing, well, what's left of Joel's until finally, you’re both naked and bare, pushing Joel onto the cushioned mattress by his chest.

You take a seat on top of him, your pussy resting on his lower belly as your mouth collides with his again. It quickly becomes sloppy and rushed, tongues dancing with one another, whimpering desperately into each other’s mouths.

Joel flips you so you’re resting on your back, his lips following down your naked body as he nibbles and licks at your breast, flicking your taut nipple with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth while his one hand plays with the other.

Joel spreads your legs apart and nestles his body above you, his fingers roaming lower and lower so they glide in between your already-soaked folds.

Maybe if he can make you come first, he won’t feel as bad.

“Please, Joel,” you beg, pulling him back up by his shoulders and kissing his lips.

“Sweetheart, let me—,”

“I thought you needed to be inside me,” you murmur, pulling your body up and around as you rests on all fours, arms bent and back arched, your wet pussy now on full display.

“Wanna feel y’deep Joel. Want you to fuck me like this.”

Well shit.

Joel settles himself behind you, perching his cock at your opening and that minor touch already feels too good, he just fucking prays he can last long enough to feel you come around him first.

“You ready aren’t you darlin’. Y’sure you’re ready for me?” He knows he’s overthinking, but he has to make sure that you enjoy this as much as he’s going to.

“Yes, Joel I’m ready,” you promise. “Just please, fuck me already.”

Joel takes a deep breath in before pushing his hips forward, his cock sliding into your velvety walls with so much ease, every inch of his girth becoming engulfed and squeezed as he glides more of himself into you.

You felt tighter than usual, and Joel knew it was because he hadn’t used his fingers to assist with the stretch he knew his cock would give you. Your pussy chokes him, and he’s surprised he didn’t come right there and then.

Once the hairs above his cock meet your ass cheeks, you instantaneously circle your hips, and Joel's hands are quick to grasp onto the plushness of your waist, abruptly stopping your rhythm.

Fuck don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

Joel hisses through his teeth, "f-fuck darlin' jus’. Shit… just—give me a minute."

You whine in protest and the sound makes Joel’s whole body shudder.

If only you could see him right now. If only you could see how he’s already out of breath, how he's looking everywhere apart from you, because he knows if he peers down and sees how well his cock is stuffed inside you, that'll be it.

And it’s the fact that Joel can hardly put in the work. Hands resting on the curve of your waist as his hips directly quaver behind you, he’s barely moving, and that compressed knot in his stomach and the feeling of your walls convulsing around him immediately becomes too much.

He knows your oblivious to how close he is, eyes falling shut, back curved and mouth hung open.

"Fuck Joel…," you moan, "mmm y'feel s'good."

Joel can feel it. His balls begin to tighten, and his cocks way too sensitive; that heat felt boiling in his body, his orgasm rising with each slick glide of your cunt on his length, the pulsing of your walls being too much for him to hold onto.

You're so incased on the pleasure of Joel's cock stretching your cunt open that you don't realise when his hips suddenly stop behind you, his back arching forward, his head falling into the bend of your spine.

He clenches his eyes firmly shut, "okay, m’gonna come”, he warns, blurting out the confession in rambles to apprise you and give you a heads-up before he boils over. "Fuck baby, l can't—" his voice is cut off before pulling your hips back in one deep thrust.

"Holy shit, I'm—" his tone ceased by the long and drooled out moan withdrawing deep within his chest, his cock spurting his hot seed inside your warm walls.

It completely knocks him out, and fuck he’s never had an orgasm this intense before, and the relief it gives him floods all over; his body shakes as his nails dig deep into the flesh of your hips, prolonged and ragged moans floating through the thick air as his teeth bite into your shoulder blade in attempt to keep him quiet.

He repeats your name over and over and over. Like it’s the only word in his vocabulary, like his minds blank and all that hides behind it is you.

You gasp at the mixture of lust filled sensations; the way Joel’s wet skin is glued to your back, his drenched curls scattered across your skin, his cock throbbing and hot as his come paints your insides, his hold indefinitely leaving marks on you, traces of his pained and awaited pleasure.

When Joel’s high subsides and his eyes aren’t clouded with white specks, he lifts his head where it had settled on your back and kisses your shoulder, wrapping both arms under your body, hugging you in a warm embrace.

"Christ sweetheart..." his breaths out, his voice quivering and low, "I couldn't hold it. Shit I've been so fucking hard since you left this morning and I—”

“Joel, honey…” you turn your head towards him, giving his cheek covered in sweat a soft peck.

"—N’you felt so good and tight I just couldn't help myself—”

"Hey,” you gently say. “It's okay Joel.”

Your chest fills with pride with how effortlessly it had taken Joel to fall apart above you. How with only a few minor thrust of his hips had thrown him straight over that edge.

He’s keeps himself nestled inside you, his hand cupping your jaw as he kisses your lips.

“Wanted you to come,” he sighs. “Fuck I should’ve— you always come first.”

Joel’s never been a man to reach his own limit before he’s made you feel good. Wether it be with his mouth, his fingers or his cock, he always has your pleasure in mind before anything else.

“It’s not over yet Joel. You can still make me come.”

And he’s gonna. He eyes holding that determination as the two of you easily sink into that well known pattern, Joel’s tongue exploring the inside of your mouth and swirling your hips around with his strong grip, pulling your ass back onto his still hard cock.

A precious moan leaves your lips when Joel's hand hooks down and under your body, his middle finger circling your clit, causing your pussy to squeeze his cock again.

“Fuck baby,” he murmurs, “this pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me.”

You need him to move. “Joel. Please,” you whimper.

You start moving your hips on your own this time, orbiting them in small and impatient circles, and Joel simply let’s you, straightening his back and watching how your body moves on its own accord.

Joel's voice comes out more confident, more focused. “Been so mean, haven’t I baby. Putting myself first. Not making my girl come like the good she is.”

Joel finally looks down at where you’re both connected, and the sight is filthy. He stares at how easy his cock fills your pussy, your own arousal and his thick, white come covering all of his length and leaking out of your hole and down on the bed cover below.

“Made such a mess baby,” Joel says, his free hand giving you ass a harsh slap, the plushness jiggling from the hit. “Pretty pussy’s already being filled and she still wants more.”

“Oh my—yes Joel,” you sob, “please.”

Joel grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling your head back as you spine arches into shape.

“Go one baby. Gonna watch you come while you fuck yourself on my cock.”

You use all of your energy to drag yourself backwards onto Joel, using all the weight in your arms to help push you back and forth, his cock hitting that soft and spongy spot inside making you moan and whimper his name over and over.

Joel. Joel. Joel. Joel.

“Yeah? That’s it’s baby. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

“Yes Joel, f-fuck it’s you—,” you cry, the pleasure overcoming your words.

“That’s fucking right. Keep going baby, keep fucking yourself. Y’doing so well.”

You pull your lip in, your teeth biting down on the flesh before you muster up a yes. Yes thank you Joel. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.

This might be too much for Joel. He’s never endured or persisted on fucking you once he’d already finished, and it makes his body feel like it’s on fire. His skin scorching hot as your ass cheeks slap repeatedly against his groin, his eyebrows furrowing as his cock becomes sensitive to your pussy.

His finger continues to strum over your bundle of nerves, beckoning you further into your own orgasm.

“Joel—please. I’m gonna come,” you confess, moving your hips backwards and forwards at a now much faster pace.

“Go on darlin’,” Joel grunts, “make yourself come, lemme feel it.”

His words of encouragement are the last push you need, and your high washes and crashes over you in vigorous waves, arms shaking as your top half falls onto the mattress below, your moans being muffled by your pillow.

He thrust his own hips in and out of you, “mmm now that’s a good girl. Fuckin’ hell your pussy’s soaking me baby.”

Your fingers grip hard onto the quilt below, with every curse and whimper spilling so willingly from your mouth, and Joel’s continuous praises assisting you through it.

Joel's eyes can’t move away from the scene unravelling in front of him. His cock starts to feel tight and responsive again, fuck could he come again? Shit, he think he could.

Joel can see that you’re body’s no longer shaking, he watches how your face lifts out of your pillow, how your eyes only just open a smidge, with a look of satisfaction displayed across your features.

But his hips begin to move again, increasing their pace and they get rougher, holding your back down with his palm but keeping your ass in the air, fucking his cock hard inside you, his stomach pulling tight and his jaw locking shut.

“Holy fuck,” Joel howls, hips slamming into yours, “yes fuck, m’gonna come again.”

You gaze up at him and your walls pulsate, “please, Joel. Yes—please come inside me.”

Joel’s orgasm rushes through him for the second time tonight. Something he never fucking expected. And he’s surprised when he feels his cock shoot more of his come inside you, your cunt milking him dry and shaking his head in shock at his own ability.

Joel’s hips eventually come to a stop, his body no longer trembling. He lifts you up so your’e sat on his thighs, chest rising as he attempt to recatch his breath.

“Jesus. Fuckin’. Christ.” Joel breaths. “Shit that…that felt fucking incredible.”

Your arm moves above and you wrap your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck, holding and keeping his body up close.

You hum into his neck, “wasn’t too much for you, was it Joel?” You question, looking all over his features as he gives you a consoling smile.

“No sweetheart, it wasn’t.”

And you smile back at that, bringing his lips down just so they’re ever so slightly touching yours.

“I might have to leave you with a boner more often if that’s the result of it. What d’you think?”

He raises his eyebrows at you, shaking his head in immediate disagreement.

“Absolutely not. Fuck darlin’ I don’t think I can go that long again. You can be late for work next time.”

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Thank you so much for reading! If you liked please show a girl some love and tell me what you thought!🫶🏼🩵

[mandalhoerian]

Shai i'm in the middle of zoom meeting and i'm SCREAMING OHMYGOD okay okay.... first of all, how you write so good? Like, vera's breakdown is so real, the way she was so mad and so frustrated and so scared of losing marvin i- 😭 THAT WOMAN BEEN THROUGH HELL SHAI WHY YOU KEEP HURTING HER 😭 but that's okay i guess, vera did say trauma make you cooler ;) ALSO MY BABY LEON god he was so kind hearted, the way he's trying to calm vera without invalidating (? God english is so hard) her pain?? I'M TRYING NOT TO CRY😭 like he was so caring to everyone, he just wanna help and i'm not ready for all the trauma you're going to give him 😭 AND CLAIRE REDFIELD PROVING HERSELF TO BE THE COOLEST BADASS THAT SHE IS i love how she's the one who call vera on her stubborness YOU GO QUEEN and she's gonna thirdweel these two couple who's oblivious towards one another feeling and i can't wait for vera and leon pining one another while claire just "😑"

And chief irons is a piece of shit i hope he die like he did in the game OR WORSE!

Anywayyy, thank you for the newest chapter shai i really enjoyed it, take your time to rest and eat, and have fun, you know, before giving vera hell heheheh

sincerely, ada's babygirl (i love the nickname! damn right i'm her babygirl!)

ADA’S BABYGIRL!??!!! 😫😭

Oh my god i’ve read this review (THIS IS A WHOLE COMMENT AT THIS POINT!!!) like twenty times today im FREAKING OUT — thank you sm HELP IM SO HAPPY!!!! 💓💓💞💓💓💖💗💓💘💕😭😭😭😭😭 Thank you for taking the time to send asks you have no idea how much it means to me! you’re singlehandedly providing me with the chemical x of inspiration and motivation to power through this fic omg im on the floor 💓💓

SPOILERS FOR NTTD PEOPLE!!!

Not gonna lie this chapter was so unfair to vera, she had a mental breakdown, literally immediately later she got barbie-doll played by william birkin and nearly got her head popped like a pimple, almost went into hypoglycemia coma, and thinks irons shot leon dead — like MAN i did NOT give her a break huh... damn . 😬

BUT AT LEAST ITS KINDA HURT/COMFORT !!! I really put legitimate effort into Leon being so careful with Vera after the Marvin reveal, he tried his hardest to approach a grieving person & at the same time, keep her going to survive, his drive to help is strong despite being shaken by not being able to save Marvin in the end and I wanted to do good by his character — I’m so happy you seem to like the direction!! I wanted to give Vera and Leon some platonic kind of bonding, from one human to another, outside of romantic framing bc it would be icky in this situation, I hope I was able to nail it 😭

And also Claire AHAHAH she’s already picking up on the ~vibes~ between leon and vera but isnt able to fully go into teasing mode because it isnt appropriate (vera’s dad is turning into a zombie ☹️) but the thirdwheeling is subtly there in the background !!

About Irons... He’s a big part of Vera’s childhood, he’ll be dealt with accordingly, you can look forward to it!!

Again, thank you so much for the encouragment and the kind words, you’re awesome!! 😭💕 You’re carrying me through this fic, for real!!!!

[maisjetaime]

Hello tumblr: enjoy this picture of my friends & I, wine drunk af, doing face masks at 2:50 AM, after spending a few hours doing each other’s makeup for fun 🌹💫

[yaemona]

modern ! childe headcanons

contents both sfw and nsfw, childe x f ! reader, mentions of semi-public sex/car sex, mentions of alcohol, cunnilingus, this is very stream of consciousness

a.n just a little something whilst i figure out what fic i wanna work on next. i have a ton of these for him specifically, it’s kinda crack and jokes but like also. . . i’m right. anyway ppl seem to like my modern takes so i thought i would share this. i hope it gives u a good laugh at the very least

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

sfw

i’ll get this out of the way: he plays league of legends. you know he does. you can’t tell me i’m wrong.

we are off to a rocky start

he’s sporadic in nature, the way he takes care of himself follows that pattern

he works out pretty regularly, often going out on jogs at the asscrack of dawn before going to his classes. he manages a 3.5 ish range gpa but like

he puts a bunch of things off til very last minute and then suddenly he has 5 assignments due, two of which are papers and he is surviving off the raw adrenaline of having a deadline to meet

during finals there is not a single light on behind those eyes and u fear for his sanity

does he sleep? you genuinely do not know.

his thirst for the thrill of battle is translated directly as a thirst to play league for 15hrs straight and not leave his room

ah speaking of classes, his major is drumroll please

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oceanography !

hear me out, this is more than just a clever incorporation of his fucking narwhal summons kind of

he visited an aquarium once as a young lad and his eyes lit up so bright and he had the biggest smile on his face

he just about lost his shit at the moon jelly tank

and in the tube you walk through where the fish and creatures are swimming above and all around you, god he felt like he was in some sort of fairytale

he takes his younger siblings to the aquarium nowadays either when he goes home for holidays or when they come to visit

i just realized the ocean is kinda like. . . a deep dark abyss. well. there you have it folks at least he didn’t fall into it ig

anywayyy he also very much does love fishing. he has tried to drag scara out on multiple occasions. scara refuses. thoma was keen though !

yes, modern ! thoma and childe are fishing buddies

there’s no good place to slot this in but he’s allergic to peanuts. idk he just is. i have nothing more to say on this matter. shrimp is on thin fucking ice but it doesn’t send him into anaphylactic shock so he is swallowing a bucket of bubba gump’s popcorn shrimp as we speak

percy jackson phase as a kid. has a lot of compartmentalized information about greek mythology now. he still finds it interesting and if it fits into a conversation he’s willing to go on about it for quite awhile

it is currently 10pm. your phone rings. it is childe. he’s 5 minutes away from your house, are you agreeing to going out to get slushees?

yes, of course you are!

cherry slushee with nerds is his go to

the friend who is always down for literally anything, and always invites you along to do whatever it is

no money? no problem, he’s paying for you. don’t try to fight him on it you’re not going to win he’s persistent

love language is gift giving

that really specific thing you mentioned wanting? he remembers. staring at an item in a store that you really do want, contemplating extra hard before ultimately setting it down? he’s buying it for you. he sees something while he’s out and about or perusing online that reminds him of you? he doesn’t even hesitate.

one item in particular he got you for one of your birthdays is a necklace

it’s a dainty little thing, you mutter something about being afraid to break it. he laughs.

“trust me, you won’t. they’re good quality. here, let me put it on you.”

childe can be quite clumsy at times, but his movements then were so careful and gentle as he clasped the necklace

it’s a lightweight chain adorned with a sand dollar pendant, it even came with a cheesy little message card

“you are bright, beautiful and one of a kind. the odds of knowing someone like you are one in a million. . . lucky me! wear your necklace as a reminder that i love you.”

and you do wear it, very often. the memory and the gift itself always put a smile on your face.

and he still gets giddy every time he sees it around your neck

anyway now i’ll remind you he plays league of legends and we’ll get back to that

he also plays valorant, that one is more so for fun and he’s constantly fucking around

he facetimes you often and sometimes he just has his phone propped up against something on his desk facing him while he’s queuing in valorant with friends

“who does he play val with?” im so glad you asked.

venti, itto, and hu tao.

respective agents they main: jett, brimstone/raze, and reyna

childe mains omen. just feel like he would.

venti is a mutual friend childe actually met through you

but the other two are online friends childe met in solo queues, and they exchanged discords after they just kinda hit it off

after a few times childe had you on facetime they complained enough to the point where childe just gave you the disc invite and added you to the call

and honestly. . . listening to the four of them is the funniest shit you’ve ever heard.

pity the poor soul who is solo queuing and ends up with them

childe has been known on multiple occasions to jokingly flirt with whoever it is

it’s even funnier when they flirt back or instigate it in the first place. you can’t hear the person obviously, but boy oh boy are the screams of the other three in both amusement and horror utterly hilarious

childe and venti are screaming at each other about how the other needs to stop sucking so back

“WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME THAT WAS ONE FUCKING ROUND IM LITERALLY TOP FRAGGING FUCK YOU!”

venti does it because of the amount of joy it brings him to piss childe off ( there’s a reason they don’t play league together anymore )

hu tao is giggling up a storm and itto’s trying to hold a conversation with you about your day as you’re crying from laughter

if i don’t move on from gamer ! childe now, i don’t think i ever will

childe is. . . a reckless menace. you think whoever granted him his driver’s license should probably be fired yet he’s never gotten a ticket

he’s safer when you’re in the car but he’s still playing speed racer. if you’re really frightened then he will drive the actual speed limit and be more cautious.

surprise! he can be a good driver

that’s nice hon but what about your safety

early morning trips to breakfast diners in your pajamas, most often after all nighters pulled or particularly sleepless nights

sleepovers that involve you two in the kitchen baking brownies at 3am and you two dance around while they’re in the oven

he’d try to jump on your back and have you give him piggy back rides, and damn near knocks you over with the sheer force he runs at you with alone

his spotify playlists are a mess he listens to literally everything

toxic by britney spears or kiss me thru the phone comes on through the aux in the car and he is giving a full performance

oh yeah speaking of which, i think he’d genuinely enjoy karaoke

he doesn’t take it too seriously, he’s there for the laughs and the food/drinks

extroverts will be extroverts

pleads at you with puppy dog eyes to sing breaking free from hsm

just give in, the smile on his face would be so worth it

nsfw

horny. like. always.

it does not take much to get him worked up and when he does he makes it ur problem too

he just skips past subtle cues, god forbid when you’re out in public

face buried in the crook of your neck, leaving hickies while you two are sitting in a corner; hand resting very high up on your thigh under the table, fingers dangerously close to brushing up against you

y’all have left some gatherings and gone home early

he has gotten quite . . .impatient a handful of times which has led to him fucking you in a few bathrooms and once in the car but like here’s the thing

childe is tall he’s got spindly limbs and the backseat of a car isn’t very spacious

so it was very clumsy and the two of you were doing a lot of giggling the entire time he still fucked ur brains out though

before you were in a relationship, y’all started out as fwb

he invited a few friends ( you included ) over for a small get together. drinking, games, what have you

childe, when drunk, is very touchy. and he already found you quite attractive while sober. put two and two together and welllll

you end up in a very heated makeout session after he’s dragged you to his room

friends passed out in the living room so you try not to make too much noise

you get very dirty looks from them the next morning

childe brought up the proposition of fwb and to be frank it was the best sex you’d ever had so you were keen

that went on for a couple of months

then, one morning, you woke up in his bed alone to the smell of pancakes?? waffles?? dunno but it smelled so fucking good

you get up, pull his shirt he’d been wearing the previous night over your head and walk out to see what’s up

god looking back on it now it seems like a scene out of a very cheesy romcom

the kitchen counter is a bit of a mess, but an organized one

and childe’s standing at the stove with the sleeves of the hoodie he’s wearing rolled up and in his boxers flipping a pancake over

sunlight is creeping in through the window and lights up the room in such a delicate way. . . and you feel a flutter in your chest

he notices you staring and flashes you a bashful smile it’s . . .different from how you’re used to seeing him, but it still feels like him

“ah, good morning! i wasn’t sure what you liked but . . .there’s some eggs and bacon, and a few pancakes already done, so go ahead and help yourself girlie.”

his freckled cheeks are flushed with the brightest pink, ginger hair unkempt from sleep and last night’s escapades

you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, planting a kiss against his shoulder blade

“morning,” you yawn.

he could get used to this.

you perch yourself on one of the empty countertops and watch as he finishes up, talking while he rinses the dishes in the sink, and come to the decision that the two of you want to try something more than your current relationship

and that’s that

yes he did eat you out on the kitchen counter afterwards what do you expect seeing you in just his shirt drove him crazy

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

oh shit I didn’t mean to press ask already 😭😭 but anywayyy could u pls write ennard, toy bonnie, Funtime foxy and springtrap general fluff?? (Separate pls) 🤔🤔 like fluffy things and moments with the reader (fem) thank uuuuuu x

Yea! Just keep in mind these are all purely platonic.

.........

Ennard

In their hunt for Michael after he escaped (fake ending au), they winded up in your house somehow. 

They were afraid to be “put back” again but you reassured them they can be your roommate/friend after Baby explained the situation.

Realizing they didn’t need to look like a human to get along with one, they agree to stay with you.

You’ll help them find circus-themed stuff while shopping, including clothes to keep their endoskeleton protected from the elements.

And you may fix up their mask so it’s not so plain with paint from the party store.

If anyone in your neighborhood asks, Ennard is your engineering project.

With time Baby slowly puts her devious plan out of mind, forgetting about Michael and William and just being glad she’s free.

The rest of the gang couldn’t agree more, relieved that they can stop hurting people.

Toy Bonnie

He’s always happy to see you walk in the pizzeria!

If you brought your kids/younger family members he’ll hope that he’s their favorite, or if you just came to say hello yourself he’ll be flattered.

“Of course they/you love me! I’m the real star of the show, after all~!” He’ll boast proudly.

Although he’s programmed to interact with kids more he’ll be just as sweet to you, chatting with you when he’s not on stage or meeting other kids.

You’ve started calling him “Cottontail” out of habit.

If you have the misfortune of taking the nightshift, he’ll try his hardest to restrain from attacking you and block other animatronics from getting inside the vent.

Even when his corrupted criminal programming makes him aggressive to adults, he still tries to be sweet to you. He knows you’re good even when it tries telling him otherwise.

Funtime Foxy

They’re def soaking up the attention you give him.

Not that they already don’t do that with everyone who watches his shows, but you are especially sweet to them.

And the fox is sweet right back to you! He’s quite the charmer (and even a bit flirtatious when Baby and Ballora aren’t looking).

Once he presented a rose to you from his chest compartment.

It was a paper one and not the real deal, but you still appreciated the gesture regardless.

Whenever you visit them, you’ll always keep it tucked in your hair, behind your ear, or in your shirt pocket.

Springtrap

Despite being a decayed rabbit with a corpse literally falling apart inside of him..you decided to befriend him.

He doesn’t know if you’re that oblivious or just didn’t care about the crimes he committed all those years ago. You just wanted to be his friend.

So he plays along, walking around Fazbear’s Fright with you and sharing stories of his time in the suit (when he was alive) and his own demise in it.

He laughs so much he nearly chokes when you tell him “oh yeah must be cool to wear a suit all the time”.

“Not...really, love...would you want your...pretty face to look like....mine?”

He pulls apart the jaws to reveal his fleshy skull.

Aside from the stench of death and decay, you just say “looks rough buddy” and shrug.

[sarahisgay01]

If requests are still open, could you write robin and reader having a sleep over and reader falls asleep on her?? <3

Of course!! My exact reaction when I read this was “Awwww” then I flapped my hands🥺

Anywayyy, enjoyyyy😊💖

Not Our Typical Friday Night

Robin x Reader

You and Robin have been friends for a couple months now. Every Friday night you both have a movie night and sleepover, just the two of you. Since Robin works at Family Video, she gets access to the new movies and she knows which movies are good and which are bad. She also has come to figure out that you both have a similar taste in movies, so it’s easy for her to pick out a movie you’d like.

Today was Thursday, you’re at school, currently at your locker. You hear a voice saying your name, “Hey! (Y/N)!” You turn around and see Robin walking over to you, smiling. As she gets closer you smile and say, “Hey, Rob! What’s up?” She replies and says, “I wanted to ask if you had a movie in mind to watch tomorrow night?” You thought about it for a minute and said, “I know we’ve already seen it a lot, but can we watch The Breakfast Club? I just want to watch a comfort movie cause this week has just been awful, honestly.” Robin says, “Of course, (Y/N)! Anything you want, sweet girl.” You blush at the nickname, she’s never called you that before. Robin wanted to see what your reaction would be and she smiled as your face turned a light shade of red. Robin’s had a crush on you since the day she’s met you and it only grew stronger the more she’s gotten to know you. She wasn’t sure you felt the same way, but now she’s starting to think you do, especially after that reaction. She says, “I have to get to class, but I’ll get the movie this afternoon at work. Bye, pretty girl!” Your face turns a darker red and you stutter out, “B- Bye, Robin!” As soon as she turned the corner, you put your forehead up against your locker. You whispered to yourself, “Why did she have to do that? How am I supposed to focus when the girl that I’ve had a crush on since the moment I’ve met her, just did that.” You tried not to think about it, but you couldn’t. You thought about what she said all day, all night, all the way up until she was at your door the following night. You tossed and turned all night, only getting a couple hours of sleep. All you could think was, “What did she mean? What were her intentions with calling you those names?”

You somehow get through school, with barely any sleep and the only thing on your mind being Robin. She arrives at your house at 7:00pm on the dot and she knocks on the door three times. You answer and see she’s holding the movie and your favorite snacks. She says, “Hi, sweet girl. Yesterday you said you had a long week, so I thought that I’d bring some or your favorite snacks to accompany your favorite movie.” You smiled as your cheeks turned pink and said, “Rob, that’s so sweet of you, thank you!” She smiles back at you and says, “Anything for you, pretty girl.” Then your cheeks turn a bright red, you look down and start walking up the stairs towards your room, hoping to hide your face from her. She smiles as she sees you flustered by her words and follows you up the stairs. When you both get into her room, Robin asks, “Do you want to put the movie in?” and you reply, “Yeah. Thanks again for watching it with me again, you know, for probably the hundredth time.” Robin smiles, then giggles and says, “(Y/N), don’t worry about it. I just want you to relax and whatever I can do to help, I will.” Robin hands you the movie as your eyes soften and you smile at her. You can’t help but think about how much you love her, especially when she says sweet stuff like that.

You go and put the movie in, then lay on your bed, head propped up against the the headboard. Robin is in the same position next to you. The movie starts and you eat some of the candy Robin’s brought you. After about 20 minutes, you look over at Robin, who after a couple seconds looks back at you. She says, “(Y/N), you okay?” and you nod, “Y- Yeah, sorry. I just- I uh-” There’s a long pause and you start picking at your fingers. Robin knows you only do this when you’re anxious, so she grabs your hands and says, “(Y/N), you can talk to me. What’s wrong?” You mumble, “I just really want to be held right now. Is it okay if we um- if we cuddle?” Robin looks at you and softens her eyes, “Of course, sweet girl. Come here.” She lifts her arms so you can come closer and cuddle. When you lay your head on her chest, you can feel her heart beating fast. You look up at her and say, “Th- Thank you, Rob.” She says, “Of course, (Y/N). Anything for you.” She puts her arm down and starts lightly scratching your back and asks, “Does that help you? It helps me relax, so I figured I’d see if you liked it. If you don’t I can totally stop if-” You interrupted her and said, “Rob, I love it. Please don’t stop, it’s really-” and you were interrupted by a yawn. You finished your sentence and said, “It’s really comforting.” Robin smiles and says, “Are you sleepy, sweet girl?” and you shake your head no. You go back to watching the movie and after ten minutes, your eyes keep flickering open and shut.

You’re fighting off your sleep for as long as you can, but you’re just so comfortable in Robin’s arms and on her chest. Her hand still lightly scratching your back and her heartbeat is now normal, the sound if it beating relaxes you. You fell asleep 15 minutes after you said you weren’t tired. Robin smiled as you were asleep and relaxed in her arms. She was so happy that you were finally relaxed after your awful week. You cuddled closer to her and she just looked down at you and smiled. About 30 minutes later, your eyes flickered open and you realize you fell asleep on her. You looked up at Robin and mumble, “Sorry for falling asleep.” Robin looks down at you and says, “Don’t worry about it, (Y/N). You weren’t bothering me, you can go back to sleep if you want, I don’t mind.” You say, “Can we still cuddle? You’re really comfy.” Robin smiles and says, “Of course, sweet girl.” You hum and cuddle closer into her, wrapping your arm around her waist. Then you mumble, “G’night, Rob” and she giggles at your sleepy voice. She replies, “Goodnight, pretty girl.” Then she accidentally blurts out, “I love you.” You shot up, now completely awake.

Her face was bright red and she said, “Did I just say that out loud?” and you nodded your head. Robin started panicking, which lead to her rambling, “Shit! (Y/N) I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say, that. I mean, I do love you, I don’t hate you. But you’re my best friend and I uh- I don’t want to ruin what we have. I love what we have, I’m so sorry! Maybe I should just go.” She starts to get up and you grab her wrist. You say, “No, Rob. Please don’t go!” She stands still, frozen and her back is facing you. Your voice is sweet, like it’s laced with honey and you say, “Robin, can you look at me, please?” Your tone of voice makes Robin melt and she’d do anything you ask with that tone. So, she hesitantly turns around and looks at you. She had tears in her eyes and you said, “Rob, I love you too. Please don’t cry and please don’t leave. I love you so much, like so much.” Her eyes widen as she just stares at you.

After a couple minutes of silence, she says, “You- You love me? I thought you- I thought you could possibly like me, but you- you love me?” You nod and hum, “Mhmmm” and then you say, “Very much.” She smiles excitedly and says, “Really?” and you smile and say, “Yes, Rob. Now can you turn off the TV and then come back and cuddle with me? I miss your cuddles.” She smiles, nods her head, and says, “God, you’re so cute.” Then she takes a couple steps over to your TV and turns it off. She walks back over to the bed to cuddle with you. You hum as you feel her touch and then you start getting comfortable in her arms. When she notices you’re really comfy, nuzzled into her chest, she turns off the lamp on the nightstand next to her. She pulls your body in closer to hers and gives you a kiss on your head. You hum, already very sleepy again and say, “G’night, baby. I love you.” You can feel Robin’s body get hot after what you said. She says, “Goodnight, my sweet angel. I love you too.” A couple minutes later you’re fast asleep again. This time Robin kisses the top of your head and whispers, “How am I so lucky?” You both fall asleep with smiles on your faces. Both of you feeling so loved by each other and happy that you’re embraced in each other’s arms.

I hope you liked it!!

[seokjins-luigi]

just say goodnight n go | chapter 04

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 9k

18+ | warnings ↠ character grieving, jealousy, swearing, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of a slightly toxic relationship, cheating.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N  ↠ I just wanna say that I'm sorry for taking aaaaages to write, but life's been a little complicated these past few weeks. And also I'm a perfectionist, so I reread what I write 100 times so I can try to make it as good as I can lol but as Namjoon says, it'll never be perfect, we need to move on at some point.

Anywayyy, I hope you guys enjoy this new part and don't judge OC too harshly, she's weak and JK knows how to play his game. I'm sorry if this came out too long as well lol I hope you enjoy :) I want to thank @primadonnasdream for the support and for being my most faithful reader, my brainstorm partner and my best friend 💜

Please, remember feedback is always highly appreciated.

⋘ Ch 03

This is another scenario where you know if Eunjoo could see you, she’d surely be kicking your ass right now (figuratively, of course). Initially, you didn’t plan on allowing Jungkook to come up to your apartment, but he insisted and… Well, talking to him wouldn’t harm you.

A heartbeat after you buzzed him in, he was knocking on your door fervently.

“Jungkook-ssi, if you don’t calm the fuck down, I won’t let you in!” You shout from inside.

Silence.

“Sorry”, you hear him sighing from the outside. “I’m calm, babe, let me in, please. I need to talk to you”.

When you open the door, after pretending to debate with yourself if this was a good idea, Jungkook doesn’t waste a second on waiting for your invitation to come in. He enters your apartment as fast as a hare and before you know it, he’s already nowhere to be seen.

“Where the fuck is he?” He shouts, voice coming from inside your bedroom.

“What the fuck, Jungkook? Do not yell at me!” You shout back, going after him. “What are you talking about?”

“I know he was here with you, Y/n... “ Jungkook looks you in the eye. He was flushed, chest heaving up and down harshly. “I saw the fucking story, ok?”

“Is this about Jin?” You ask him, surprised.

“You told everyone you had to study… And I fucking bought it! That’s the funny part, I bought it! And here you were, having the time of your life with prince charming. I’m not fucking stupid, ok?”.

“Oh yeah? Having the time of my life with prince charming? You’re not even making any sense! I was crying my eyes out for hours, cause I couldn’t reach you and I needed you today!” You state it harshly, pointer finger poking him on his buff chest. “He came here to keep me company, you ass! At least, he cares about me!”

You breathe in, trying to concentrate on not allowing tears to well up your eyes.

“Are you trying to say that I don’t care about you?” He runs his hands through his hair nervously. “Well, Y/n, in case you haven't noticed, I am upset, that’s why I didn’t wanna talk to you!”

“Fuck that, Jungkook! My mother died and I was feeling down and you couldn't give two shits about it!” You say as you pinch your nose and it hits you. “Wait… You’re upset… with me?”

“More than that upset, I’m hurt!”

“Hurt?” You ask him, not being able to hide the astonishment in your voice. “What did I even do?”

“I understand you must be head over heels with prince charming so you seem to have forgotten I go to the same uni as you… I saw you two walking off into the sunset, hand in hand around campus today as if you were a happy little couple. Then… Your brother comes to me and shows me a picture of you taken by said prince charming all happy saying ‘Y/n and Jin are together’ and blah, blah, blah. Am I not allowed to be hurt?”.

“That’s rich, Jungkook… You must be one to talk about being a happy little couple with someone else, right?” You stare deep into his eyes and you see something shift, he looks down, directing his gaze at his feet. “Right?!”

You raise your tone at the last question, startling both you and Jungkook simultaneously.

“Have you noticed you never deny it, Y/n? For fuck’s sake! Are you together or not?”

“Jin and I?” You sigh, tired. “Oh my fucking God! We are friends, Kook! Don’t you trust me at all?”

“I trust you, yes! I don’t trust him. He’s been all over you since we met!”

“But if you trusted me, this conversation wouldn’t be happening…”

He reaches out for your hand, his long fingers entwining around yours. His hand is warm. He looks at you with his doe-eyes, full of something you can’t really describe or identify. Could it be love too? It makes you lower your guard. You feel guilty for lashing out at him.

“What happened here tonight, babe?” He asks, tone soft now.

You think of Jin’s hand and how holding it made you feel… better?

“What do you think, Kook? We just talked… and had something to eat, like normal friends do!”

“You swear?”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You protest as your feet stamp loudly against the wooden-floor.

Note to self: apologize to your downstairs neighbor tomorrow for that.

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s just hard to swallow, ok? You and this guy…. It just doesn’t sit right with me, that’s all”.

“It’s so ironic… You’re literally in a relationship with another girl right now and my friendship with Jin is the thing that doesn’t sit right with you”, you let out a humourless laugh, pulling your hand away from his grasp. “You’re something else, Jungkook, really!”

“Y/n…” He pinches the bridge of his nose, as he inhales deeply. “Me and Seulki… It’s complicated. You think I don’t want to break up with her? We were a mistake and I realized that as soon as you got back, ok? It’s just complicated! I can’t just do this out of nowhere”.

“Sure, Kook, if you say so… But me and Jin are friends, he’s been amazing to me ever since we met and-”, he cocks his eyebrows as you speak and you feel your blood boil. “What now?”

“We were just friends too, Y/n, that’s what worries me!” He gestures emphatically. “Especially when you're basking in how amazing he is and how terrible I am to you”.

“Seriously?” He nods. It’s like he is really clueless. Maybe that’s what he is. Clueless. You bring your hands to your temples, where you start rubbing in circular motions, trying to ease the tension you’re feeling. “Jungkook… All I wanted was you. Since the first time. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to repeat myself to you…”

“I don’t know… You keep saying this, but you’ve been trying to make me feel jealous since you met him. If all you want is to be with me, why was this guy here tonight? I wanted you at the party and you lied to me to be with him”

“That’s not it, I swear! I was just feeling a little down…”

“You swear?”

“Yes, Kook! I’m sorry if-”

“Just promise me this is not happening again”, he quirks his head, analyzing you with his attentive gaze. “You will keep your distance from this guy”.

You stare at him for a while. Brows furrowed, eyes profusely dark on you, straight posture, his much taller figure close to you. You felt slightly intimidated, not that you feared he’d hurt you, you know he would never. But there was something you couldn’t describe about his actions that don’t feel right.

You’re very fond of Seokjin. Not in the same way he is fond of you, that is. You like him very much as a very dear friend, what Jungkook is asking of you doesn’t seem right. You don’t want to disappoint or hurt him, you two have been together much longer than you’ve known Seokjin. It also doesn’t feel right to ditch him for another guy’s friendship.

“Alright, Kook”.

You lie.

As you feared and also anticipated, your voice cracks and you feel tears welling up your eyes. Before you can stop yourself, a very thick tear rolls down your right cheek. Making it impossible for you to keep on masking your feelings.

Jungkook gets closer and you don’t push him away. Maybe that’s what you should do, but you don’t. The warmth of his body being welcomed by yours, as he wrapped both of his arms around your waist, snuggling you in them.

You hide your face in his chest and he places his chin on the top of your head, as he caresses your hair softly. You allow your tears to roll down your cheeks freely, with your arms around Jungkook’s figure. Memories from your life from before flood your mind.

Your mom, before she was sick, sitting on her sofa reading one of Jane Austen’s books. Her favorites. Everytime you closed your eyes you could picture her just like this. It sometimes comforts you, but every other day it makes you feel like there’s nothing left in this world.

Then you think of you and Jungkook, in the middle of the night, laying together in your single bed in the room you shared with Eunjoo. Fingers entwined, as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling his sweaty skin on your lips. Feeling the warmth of his body against your own. She was never around when he was. You miss everything about those days, from seeing Eunjoo everyday to being able to be with Jungkook. Like, really be with him.

“Don’t cry, babe, I’m here…” He whispers softly to you, holding you tighter.

You aren’t really able to answer him and your muffled sobs can be heard instead. You feel your chest tighten. You had so many months of silent misery filling those sobs, it was good to finally get it out of your system. You hold onto Jungkook, grabbing his sweatshirt’s fabric until your knuckles are white.

Being in his arms was all you wanted since you came back. This moment showed you you two shared a bond that was deeper than eyes could see, deeper than sex could ever be. It makes you feel safe. Even though you hurt and everything else seems off, you know he’s right for you. He could not be there for you all the time, but when he was… It was worth the wait.

You can’t tell exactly how long you nestled yourself in his arms, but it was long enough for you to cry every tear that you had been holding back in these past few weeks. Jungkook was acting like a perfect saint, holding you tight and caressing your hair the entire time and it was extremely comforting. You felt loved. He didn't have to say it, you could feel it.

Sniffing, you look up to him. When he looks at you, you swear you can see stars in his dark eyes. You can’t help but to allow the corner of your lips to be lifted, smiling kindly to him.

“I hate seeing you cry”, he whispers to you, as he cups your face in his hands.

“So sto-” A sob escapes from your lips. “Stop making me cry, Kook”.

“I will, babe, I promise. I’ll never make you cry again, I’m sorry”, he answers softly, rubbing his thumb on your cheek, drying the wet trail the tears had left on your face.

He leans in for a soft and affectionate peck on your lips, still holding your face in his hands. You kiss him back, allowing him to take over all your senses, even though it was only a soft and innocent kiss.

Or was it?

Jungkook takes your bottom lip between his teeth as his tattooed hand starts to explore down your body. Subconsciously, you wrap one of your arms around his neck, as you stand on the tip of your toes. You know this is the last thing you should be doing right now, least of all after he ignored you and then came to your home to make a scene. You know you shouldn’t, but all you wanted was this. To kiss him.

To hell with everything else.

Before you could stop yourself, Jungkook slips his tongue between your lips and you can feel the lingering taste of alcohol on it. It doesn’t stop you from allowing him to deepen the kiss, as he quickens up the pace of his slightly desperate tongue against yours.

“Can I make you feel good tonight, babe?” He whispers against your lips, his hot breath fanning against your face. You nod. “I want you to cum on my tongue”.

You nod again as you feel anticipation bubbling inside of you, making you feel slightly nervous for a second. Jungkook doesn’t really go down on you and he only does so when he really wants to show you the depths of his affection. It’s sweet.

“So, say it, Y/n. Say that you want to cum on my tongue while I eat it you out stupid”.

For the hundredth time in your life, you can’t muster the courage to say it. Not at first, anyway. He knows you get embarrassed, but he always insists, God knows why.

He moves his hand to your neck, a menacing look in his eyes.

“I swear to God, Y/n, if you start with your ‘I’m shy, I can’t talk dirty, Kookie’ shit, I’ll go berserk”, his tone stern as he flashes you an also stern gaze.

You can’t resist, of course. When he looks at you like he owns you, you feel like he really does. It sets your core on fire.

You look at him, mustering all the courage you can to do as he says.

“I want to cum all over your tongue tonight”, it comes out as a confident whisper.

Then, he smirks. That smirk only Jungkook can give you; the one that has you weak on your knees and it makes you feel like electricity runs through your veins. You see his eyes glistening with lust and all you can do is to smirk back.

He tightens his grasp on your neck and before you can gasp for air, his mouth is glued to yours. He kisses you hungrily, with such intensity, it makes you feel inebriated. You feel again the lingering taste of tequila on his lips, but it is just as pleasant as the intensity of the kiss itself. He places his other hand on one of your butt cheeks, squeezing it harshly, certainly leaving a few bruises for you to keep thinking about tonight for a few days.

Jungkook pushes you and you fall on your back in your bed. Before you know it, he has his body hovering over yours, as he leaves lovebites to your collarbone. He presses his body onto yours and you can feel him already semi hard through his jeans.

“See what you do to me?” He asks you, grabbing one of your hands and placing it on his cock. “That’s only from kissing you…”

You let a breathy moan escape from your lips when his words reach your ears. He knows exactly what to say to you. He knows your body. He knows you. When you’re with him, you feel inebriated and it’s like he’s the only person other than you left in this world.

Jungkook, then, grabs your wrist and seizes your hand away from his now fully aroused cock.

“No, Kookie”, you pout, his lips hovering over your own as you speak. “Let me feel you”.

“No, babe, tonight’s all about you”, he whispers against your lips.

He presses his boner in your covered entrance, you start grinding and you notice his breathing getting heavier. Pressing his lips against yours again, he places a soft peck on them and as he pulls away, biting your lower lip and dragging it with his teeth.

“Can we get rid of these?” He asks you, playing with the waistband of your Scooby Doo pj’s shorts.

You nod a bit more emphatically than you had intended and Jungkook grins, he looks devilishly beautiful, it’s unfair. His dark locks almost covering his dark eyes, full of a blaze that lights up his divine face. You feel the anticipation damping your underwear. It’s ridiculous how wet you get with him so much as looking at you.

Clasping his pointer and middle finger on the waistband of your shorts, Jungkook tosses them somewhere on the floor, along with your panties. The same fingers that undressed you were now trailing the outside of your lips, smearing on your wetness. You squirm under his touch, stopping a moan to come out of your lips.

“Look at you, babe, all wet for me already”, his fingers still in the same place, you’re so wet you can hear yourself. “You want me so bad it’s embarrassing”.

Yeah, you agree. But you’re too far along now to complain. Jungkook then breaks physical contact with you and it’s like your skin burns of how much you need his touch. You craved his hands on you 24/7 and when he has them on you it always makes your heart flutter and your head dizzy, it’s hard to let him pull away.

On his feet, he looks at you with a smirk, the same dominant expression carved on his dazzling face as always.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, will you?”

“Hm, no”, you tease.

“Babe, I’m trying to be romantic here…” he places his possessive hands on both of your thighs. “But if you don’t spread those legs right now, I won't ask again and I’ll also make sure to bruise you pretty bad so you won't be able to hide it from your prince charming”.

“Oh my God! Can’t you just forge-”

Before you could finish telling him off, Jungkook sinks his teeth on your thigh harshly, literally not giving a fuck wether there’s gonna be a bruise after this. You moan lightly when he starts sucking the sensitive skin there.

By instinct, your legs fall to the sides as your body responds to his touch, like in a meticulously rehearsed dance. You wanted to resist, you really did, but he has such a strong grip over you, it’s like you can’t really control yourself.

“Playing hard to catch, are you?” He asks as he rubs his thumb over the hickey he left on you.

“A little”, you giggle.

“Yeah, it’s not like this was very hard”, he states with a playful smirk on his lips. “Anyway, now that I got my babe marked… Come here”.

He tugs you closer, pulling you by the waist to the edge of the bed. He bends down on his knees and you feel the lightfeather touch of his tongue against your clit, in one very longstanding swipe. Jungkook’s teasing you and it has you whining under his touch.

Desperate for some relief, you buck your hips into Jungkook’s face. You feel a vibration coming from his muffled laugh, as his hands trail from your thighs to your ass, squeezing it roughly, as he starts to suck wet kisses against your mound. His warm tongue heaving up and down on your bundle of nerves, so pleasuring it makes your back arch and your toes curl.

“Oh- Kook, right there!” You whine again, finally being able to muster an intelligible sentence in your brain.

Your vocal validation only seems to make him even more eager to please you. His tattooed hand trailed back from your ass to your inner thigh, where he made sure to squeeze the sensitive skin.

You feel Jungkook’s tongue taking turns on slowing and speeding up his movements against your clit and you allow moans to roll off of your mouth, shamelessly. Your head spins from the waves of pleasure Jungkook’s tongue sends through your body. You know he likes to hear you, so you don’t stop yourself. The delighted feeling coming not only from your pussy, but also from somewhere near your chest. He makes it so hard to be mad at him when he acts like this… When he does whatever it takes to please you.

He, then, pushes his middle finger into your slit. You moan even harder this time around, while he curled his finger against your wet walls. You clench your walls around his finger, desperate to be filled.

“Need something more?” He asks with a husky voice, lips still dangerously close to your pussy.

You lift your head up slightly, looking him in the eyes. You nod. Seeing him with his face buried between your thighs, his dark gaze intensely set on you, hands on and in you, makes you notice how deeply you wrapped yourself around his finger. And you did it freely. He makes you forget about everything else, pushes all your problems aside. It indeed feels like you two are the last people on this planet.

“I want you inside me”, you whisper back at him.

“I am inside you”, he answers teasingly, finger never stopping to move inside your slit.

“Yea-”, he curled his finger and you choke on your words.

He smirks. Fucker.

“You were saying?” He cocks one of his eyebrows, smirk still hanging on his reddish lips.

“I want you to fuck me, Kook”, your voice a whisper again.

Jungkook shakes his head, clicking his tongue.

“Please, Kookie”, you groan.

He forrows his brows, never averting his gaze. Another two fingers are pushed past your damp walls, this time around building a blinding pressure to your stomach. You grew wetter by the second, arching your back off the bed again and moaning shamelessly.

“Best I can do is this, babe…” He whispers with his dusky, dangerously sexy voice, hot breath against your pussy. “I want you whining about how much you miss my cock tonight… So you learn not to make me jealous again, do you hear me? Next time I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging me to stop”.

You nod robotically. All you can think about is how much you crave him.

“Then, use fucking words, Y/n! Say you understand you’re mine!”

You’re trying… You’re really trying to find your voice, but he’s making it impossible for you with the pace he has set on the fingers he’s burying between your folds, fucking you dumb. You can feel you’re close and so can he, because your walls clench onto his fingers as if your sanity depended on it. It does, actually.

“Hold back, Y/n”, he orders sternely. “I told you I want you cuming on my tongue, not on my fingers… I’ll only pick up where I left off if you fucking tell me how desperetaly you want to get fucked by my cock”.

And the fingers inside your slit do not stop to tease you, curling up against your desperate walls. You’re close.

“Wanna get fu-fucked dumb by you, Koo-ook! I miss your cock so mu-ch”, you’re babbling breathlessly at this point.

You’re close.

“Maybe next time if you deserve it, I’ll fuck you nice and good”.

You’re so fucking close.

“Ohhh, Kook, I’m… close!”

You cry out as you feel his tongue against your mound again. Your hands go straight to his hair and you grip his dark locks, he moans when he feels your hold on his scalp. And you lose the last bit of self control you still had, as you feel his mouth sucking your clit into his mouth.

You don’t really know where to focus, your chest is heaving up and down heavily as you cry out his name. You feel your legs shaking uncontrollably as the ecstasy spreads throughout your body, as if time and space have been suspended for a split second. You must have moaned desperately, your poor neighbours must hate you.

But to hell with them. Jungkook pulls away from your clit, a faint smile on his lips. He looks ecstatic as well, his fingers still inside you.

“So… Was it good?”

You close your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing.

“You are amazing, Kook, always”, you answer, kind of blushed.

You lean on your elbows to look at him properly. He looked dashing with his messy hair and his slightly glossy lips, covered with your wetness. You lean for a kiss, but he turns his head.

“I’ll go clean myself, babe, just a second. You know I don’t like kissing after…” He gestures randomically.

He gets on his feet and heads out of your room, trying to adjust himself in his pants. You knew that he hated kissing after going down on you. He’s told you once that for some reason he didn’t like the idea of you tasting yourself on him. You know he likes to be in charge, so you just let him.

As you lay back on bed, staring at the ceiling, you sigh. But this time around, you’re sighing because you feel happy, so happy it makes your heart skip a beat. You feel extremely validated by him and his gesture today. You feel so intimate, so close. He did all he could to make you feel better and being comforted by him made you realize that the lump in your throat had completely disappeared.

At least for now.

He comes back with a smile on his face, sitting on the edge of your bed, beside you.

“Will you stay with me?” You ask.

He shakes his head negatively, fingers combing through your hair softly.

“I told the guys I was going out for some cigarettes, I don’t want them to start wondering…” his voice trails off suggestively.

He leans in for a peck on your lips. He had his eyes closed and it sent your heart aflutter. With him, you know the details matter more than big gestures. Maybe he really means to break things up with Seulki, if he’s kissing you with his eyes closed. It means something, right?

It has to.

“Gotta go, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Sure”.

He gets on his feet, but he stops at the door.

“Oh, I remembered something. Tomorrow morning, after our first class, I’m teaching Tae how to use his new analog, why don’t you join us? I can help you with that paper for Han gyosunim’s class, what do you think?”

“Sounds great, Kook! I’ll swing by”.

“See you, love”

“See ya”

He nods, tapping lightly at the door frame before actually leaving this time.

Inebriated, you walk towards the bathroom to also clean yourself. When you look at your reflection in the mirror, you feel like you’re glowing. Being in love really does wonders to us, doesn’t it? Shortly after, you fall into a restful sleep, unlike the ones you’ve had on the previous nights this week.

Something has been bugging Jin the entire morning, of that Yoongi is a hundred percent sure. He’s been fidgeting in his chair and sighing whenever he gets distracted. When a phone rings, which is completely normal, since they work in a goddamn law firm, he huffs. He’s been sulking since he got to the office.

Yoongi has known Seokjin since he was a child, they go way back. He wants to get something off his chest, that much Yoongi’s already noticed. Yoongi can bet anyone that part of his demeanor is a way of showing it to his younger friend.

After the 5th sigh Seokjin lets out in a row (yes, Yoongi has been keeping count), he gives in.

“What?”

Jin, who has been staring at his computer screen with his furrowed brows, looks at his desk partner.

“What what?” He asks Yoongi, dumbfounded.

“You’ve been sulking the entire morning, Seokjin, what the hell happened?” He insists.

“Nothing”, Jin states with a blank expression on his face.

“Nothing? Ok... But if I hear you sighing over a phone ringing again, Imma hit you with this fucking stapler”, he threatens Jin, showing him the forementioned object. “I’m not even joking!”

“It’s nothing, Yoongs, nevermind”.

“Seokjin, I fucking mean it!” The raven-haired man whisper shouts to his friend. “Spill it out already”.

Seokjin huffs.

“It’s… Y/n” Jin fidgets on his seat.

Yeah, Yoongi figured his friend’s mood might have something to do with you. As always, he is right.

“What about her?”

Jin sighs again. He knows his best friend pretty damn well, so he also knows Yoongi isn't dropping the subject without digging into it first.

“We were together last night, right?”

“Yeah, I know”, Yoongi states.

“I know you know, man, you’re ruining my storytelling!”

“Sorry”.

“Yeah, anyway…” He raises his hand dramatically and continues. “We spent the night together and of course I wasn't stupid to make any moves yet. But it seemed like it was a perfect night, y’know? I even told her, like… That I like her and that I’ll be here waiting for a chance” Yoongi’s eyes widened, but Seokjin continues. “Yes, I know. I’m intense, I’m a Sagittarius… Anyhow, everything went fine and I feel like she’s really opening up to me, but then…”

He stops, pointer finger raised, asking his friend to wait a second. Yoongi patiently does so, looking at Seokjin’s anxious figure and he takes a little while looking for something on his phone.

Yoongi feels bad for his friend, Seokjin is healing from a deep heartbreak. Yoongi was the only friend that remained by his side, when he distanced himself from everyone else. Actually, when his ex isolated him and despite everyone’s warnings, Jin walked in his ex’s trap willingly. All Yoongi could do was wait until Jin realized who she really is. He did, eventually.

She messed him up big time and now he was collecting the broken pieces of himself. Fortunately, he had Yoongi by his side. Jin told his friend many times how he never wanted to get involved with anyone ever again and that falling in love was nothing but stupidity. Of course, Yoongi did not agree on that entirely, but he wanted to protect his friends’ feelings as much as he could. He couldn’t do much, but he was always a shoulder to cry on. Then, Eunjoo started to act behind his back, talking about you to Jin, showing him your pictures, telling him the things you have in common. It sparked Jin’s interest. And after meeting you in person, he fell on his knees.

“So, I thought maybe things would start… y’know, evolving? But then, yeah, I saw this”, Jin shows his phone to his raven-haired friend.

Yoongi squints, leaning forward to take a better look at what his friend is trying to show him. He ruminates for a while and looks back at his blonde best friend.

“Ok, and?”

“And?” Seokjin returns the question with a dumbfounded expression carved on his face. “YAA! Can’t I just be frustrated?! Look how close they’re standing to each other, they look so fucking intimate!” He flashes his phone again to his friend.

“They’re close friends... You know that, right?”

“Yes, I know that.” He snorts. “But that’s not all they are and you know it. He’s a handsome guy, right? I don't know if I can keep up with that plus the intimacy they already have, I know I’ll soon be back to square one. Can’t this guy just disappear? Like, get a job in another country or something”.

“You are intimidated by Jungkook? I think you’re overreacting”.

“Oh, yeah? Bite me! Remember how you reacted to Namjoon and Eunjoo’s shit? Because I do!”

Yoongi crosses his arms and this time around, he’s the one huffing.

“That was different, dude. You know it”.

Jin averts his gaze for a second, thinking about the past scenario.

“Ok. It was a little different, but you also overreacted” Jin pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Now is the time you start comforting me, alright? Tell me she’s not in love with him or something”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at his friend, as he tries to suppress a faint smile on the corner of his lips. When Seokjin gets nervous, he gets anxious and starts speaking fast, it’s hard to understand what he’s saying. It’s a little comical, actually.

“Man… You’re anxious, that’s all. You know Y/n and Jungkook go way back-”

“I know, Yoongs! That's the problem!”

“Can I talk now?” Yoongi asks, jerking one of his brows.

“Yeah, sorry”.

“As I was saying, they have history together. But as far as I’m aware, he just stolls her around... He’s a jerk, basically. Eunjoo hates his guts because of that. Now with this girlfriend of his… Let’s see how things play out. Someone’s probably gonna get hurt”.

“I know! Fucking asshole! I’d love to punch that fucking nose of his”.

“You could try, but he’d probably beat the shit outta you”, Yoongi laughs. “He’s into boxing or something”.

“Yea, I heard”.

“But as I was saying, now Y/n’s fragile. She needs people’s support. And he’s her friend, of course she’s gonna lean on him at least a little. She’s been through some serious shit with her mom’s health and as much as I love Namjoon, he hasn’t been very helpful…”

“I wish I could do more to help her”.

“Jin, you've been pretty supportive. And that's honestly what I think you should keep on doing… She’s just met, you know? You’re head over heels for her, but she needs time. She’s been through a lot. Give her time”.

“Yeah… You’re probably right”, he sighs again. “I just worry about being completely overshadowed by Jungkook-ssi, y’know? They have so much in common, they like the same stuff…”

“If that was enough to hold two people together, you should still be dating Bonhwa, right? She was also into the same stuff as you and she was a Law major just like us”.

Seokjin shakes his head negatively, as he dismisses Yoongi’s words dramatically.

“God forbid”.

“You see? It makes absolutely no sense... He’s an asshole, she’ll see it eventually”.

Seokjin mulls over his friends’ words. Looking back at his computer screen, the words start scrambling in front of his eyes. He isn't really able to focus on work, Yoongi’s typing distracts him again.

She’ll see it eventually. Yoongi’s words resonated in his mind. It was all he could hope for.

Kong gyosunim dismisses the class in the middle of a heated argument between Cha Songwook (yes, him again) and Hong Dahae. It was unfortunate, because it had been pretty amusing so far to see the two of them screaming at each other’s faces. Before you left, you remember the two of them were seeing each other, but things ended badly, it seems.

Your phone dings with an expected text from your best friend, Eunjoo.

joo 💛 [2:45 pm]: on my way

joo 💛 [2:45 pm]: are you there?

You [2:45 pm]: not yet, on my way too

Eunjoo’s been bugging you to tell her how your evening with Seokjin was, so you two decide to go for a coffee on campus. It was also an excuse to see each other and catch up, you did that as often as life allowed you to.

You finish gathering your stuff while Songwook and Dahae were still discussing Kubrick's use of Mise-en-Scene. As you open the classroom’s door, you’re surprised to see Jungkook, leaning on the corridor wall. He had his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets and he looked at you with a big warm smile, one of those smiles that sends your heart aflutter.

And even though you’d been together a few hours ago, you’re just as happy to see him again. Earlier today, you’d been at the frat house, where only Jungkook and Taehyung were awake. As he told you the night before, he’d be teaching Tae how to use his new camera and the three of you shared some thoughts about photography. You also found out Namjoon got legless last night and was still asleep up until that point. Fortunately, he already texted you to let you know he’s still alive.

“Hey!” You get closer, waving at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I go here, babe”.

“Duh!” You roll your eyes. “I mean, here, here. In front of my classroom”.

“Just wanted to say hi again”, he declares, as his hands travel to your lower back, pulling you in his arms. He brushes his nose against your cheek and continues.

“Jungkook, have you lost your mind?!” You ask, pulling yourself away from him. “We’re in the middle of the corridor!”

He laughs softly, his eyes turning into tiny crescent moons.

“There’s no one around here, babe”.

“Not gonna push my luck”, you state. “Er… Dahae and Songwook are at each other’s throats back there… Didn't even know they had broken up”.

“Neither did I. But good for her, he’s a pain in the ass”, he runs his hand through his hair, his eyes traveling down your body. “You look fucking hot in these tight pants, babe”.

“Shut up, Jungkook!” You push him playfully, blushing.

He laughs. You could swear to God, when he laughs…

“What are your plans for today?” He asks.

“Coffee with Eunjoo, actually, she must be waiting for me already”.

“Oh yeah? I’ll walk you there”.

He walks side by side with you the entire way. It’s not as comfortable as it should be. For the most part of the way, you keep trying to find something interesting to say, but you fail. You mention Songwook and Dahae again, but it falls flat. You try complaining about the weather, but it also falls flat. At some point, you just give up and decide to just walk.

Jungkook has his hands in his pockets and he’s as silent as you. You don’t really understand where this is coming from, but there’s something different about being alone with him. It makes you think about that one time you and Jin held hands. But why? If you had Jungkook with you, why are you thinking about Jin? Fuck.

Sharing silence isn’t as comfortable as it used to be. Maybe those months away have indeed changed things between you, maybe that’s why he’s gotten himself into this crazy relationship of his. It makes you feel a little anxious and you mentally thank the universe for the fact that this coffee shop is relatively near your classroom.

You and Eunjoo see each other through the shop window, she waves at you with a smile on her face. But her smile fades as soon as she locks eyes with Jungkook.

Ok, you were already expecting this to happen.

“Alright, babe, enjoy your coffee”, he rubs his fingers on the back of your hand. “Give Eunjoo my love”.

“See ya, Kookie!”

He waves and leaves. For some reason, you feel weird. He felt weird. You can’t really explain, but there’s something… You didn’t know. Weird.

Pushing the door open, you hear the tinkling of the bell that’s placed above it so the owners can always know when someone’s coming in.

This is Eunjoo’s favorite coffee shop, it’s small, intimate and, honestly, they served the best red velvet cake you’ve ever had the chance to taste. It was your best friend’s favorite, so this is why she always favors coming here.

“I’m happy to see you, but I’m not happy to see Jungkook”, she declares as the two of you hug.

“Oh, Joo, come on! He’s our friend…”

She snorts. You both sit. In front of her, on the small wooden table, you see a cup of coffee and a slice of their famous red velvet cake.

“Jungkook and I stopped being friends when I realized he’s been stringing you along this whole time…” She states as she takes a sip of her coffee.

“Ouch”.

Eunjoo is literally your soulmate, but she could be harsh, sometimes. Especially when it comes tô Jungkook. Truth is, she never understood what you have.

“Ok, fuck Jungkook, can you now please tell me more about your evening with your future boyfriend?”

“Well, my friend Kim Seokjin came by yesterday”, you continue, despite the face she makes. “And he was honestly so sweet… He brought us burgers and we pretty much spent the entire night talking. Like, just talking”.

“You already told me this on the phone last night. I want details, Y/n!”

“Ugh!” You roll your eyes and she deadpans. “Alright… So we talked about his love for cooking and he mentioned he wanted to take me to a few restaurants in town. Then, he mentioned one specific restaurant that brings him fond memories of his childhood and we started to talk about it and I mentioned one of my favorite things as a child was playing Katara and Sokka with Namjoon and-”

“Sorry to interrupt”, you hear a female voice. “Here’s your espresso. Can I get you anything else?”

“I ordered yours, forgot to tell you”, Eunjoo tells you fondly and you smile at her in the same way.

“No, thank you”, you answer the waitress and she nods, leaving you and Eunjoo alone again. “Ok, so, where was I?”

“You told Seokjin you’re an Avatar nerd…”

“I didn’t say that, but, anyway… I also found out he loves The Last Airbender as much as me. Like, he’s not a casual fan, he’s also obsessed. But that’s not the important part. The important part is… He told me he was head over heels for me or something”.

Eunjoo's eyes widen and she covers her mouth with her hands.

“Head over heels?!” You hear her muffled voice asking with excitement. “Oh my God! When I introduced you two I didn’t expect that to happen so fast, I’m impressed with my matchmaking skills this time around! Ok, and?”

“Well, that’s it”.

“What?! That’s it?! What did you say to him after that?”

“I was so surprised I couldn’t say anything”, she lets out another “ugh”. “You know Kook and I-”.

“Y/n, please, understand. You and him have nothing. Jungkook’s got a fucking girlfriend”, she cuts you off.

It annoys you a little, you’re not gonna lie. She keeps bringing it back, you know he’s got a girlfriend!

“Joo, I know you don’t understand-”.

“It’s deeper than that, lovey. There’s isn’t much to understand… He has a girlfriend-”.

“Eunjoo, I don’t care!” You cut her short and then, you decide to confess, lowering your voice tone so only Eunjoo could hear you. “He came to see me last night too”.

“Jungkook?” She looks at you confusões. “What did he want?”

“He saw Jin’s post too and got a little jealous”, before you could stop yourself, you let out a giggle and Eunjoo doesn’t follow you. “One thing leading to another, he did something special last night”.

“This something special being?”

“You know he usually doesn’t go down on me, right? He’s not fond of it… But he did last night. It was very meaningful, I think”.

“He, what?!” She asks you shouting in a whisper. “Did you have sex?”

“Yeah?”

“Y/n, he’s got a girlfriend! That’s... Cheating”, she searches for your eyes.

But you just can’t meet hers, you're too scared of finding disappointment in them. You knew it was selfish of you, you knew what you were doing was wrong, but now you’ve finally told Eunjoo… It became real.

And you’ve just realized it makes you feel unease.

“No, it’s not… He was mine first”, you whisper, knowing she will hear you.

“Oh, lovey…” She wailes. “I hate him for doing this to you and I’m sorry for what I’m about to say, but he was never yours”.

“I mean, we’re not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, but-”

“Exactly, sis, he’s not your boyfriend. He lies to you, he neglects you. He hasn’t ever acted like a boyfriend, by the way, he only does so when he feels threatened… The very fact that he wants to keep seeing you behind your brother’s back, one of his best friends, may I add, is enough of a red flag for me”, she reaches for your hand on the table. The warmth of her hand feels pleasent, but you’re still unable to meet her eyes. “Please, Y/n, don’t let this guy do this to you… You’re not like this”.

“I just… Don’t see this monster you keep talking about”, you finally muster the courage to look at your best friend’s eyes. She looks at you with such tenderness, for the first time in this conversation, you feel your heart sinking. “We have something really special, Joo, I swear to you…”

“Lovey, going down on you doesn’t mean shit! What drives me crazy is that he does the bare minimum, cause he knows you're so deeply wrapped around his finger that he doesn’t even need to try anymore,” she stops for a second, sighing. “Think about it… Why does he make you hide this something special that goes on between you two? You’ve been doing this for over a year… And I swear to you, if you hadn’t gotten emotionally involved, I would never oppose this. But the thing is, you’ve fallen in love with him and he knows it, but he doesn’t care. You can’t fix this and you can’t fix him, you can’t keep on hurting yourself to please him either. This has gone way too long!”

It was a lot to take in, for sure. You couldn’t help but to resent Eunjoo a little right now. She wasn’t wrong, though. That’s the hardest part, you knew she wasn’t wrong. What are you becoming?

You bring both of your hands to your face, trying to ease the tension you feel. It’s true, you've been in this situation for over a year. At first, he told you he didn’t want to rush things, he didn’t want to spoil his friendship with the boys… But it’s been long enough, you two seemed to work just fine. Then, why are you in this situation?

“Let me bring Seokjin up again…” She tries. “One: he’s insanely cute, in fact, if I wasn’t already taken… It’s better if I don’t finish this sentence.” She raises her pointer finger, acknowledging this detail and you laugh faintly. “Two: he’s so into you I sometimes feel bad for him. Three: he’s single. Four: he was approved by your best friend and by your brother. Five: he’s smart, hardworking, and has a brilliant future ahead of him. Six: he’s really done with his ex. He’s the whole fucking package! Give him a chance, Y/n, that’s all I ask. And do this for yourself too, please, let Jungkook go”.

You hear the bell tinkling. It distracts you. You don’t really want to say anything right now, you have a lot to think about.

“I just keep thinking... Look at what Jungkook’s been doing to his girlfriend, imagine what he-”

“If it isn’t two of my favorite people in the world gathering without me”, you instantly recognize Jimin’s voice.

You gulp nervously, hoping that he didn’t hear the mention of Jungkook's name. You turn around to look at him, trying to flash him the warmest smile you could, in hopes of not allowing him to notice the tension between you and Eunjoo. You know she’ll do the same.

“Hi, lovey, we’re just grabbing some coffee. Join us!” She flashes Jimin the warm smile you expected her to.

He pulls a chair from the table right beside yours and places it between you and Eunjoo, sitting on it right after.

“So, what were my two dearest friends talking so passionately about?” He asks as he reaches for both yours and Enjoo’s cheeks, squeezing them.

It has both you and her complaining, making Jimin laugh.

“Just catching up”, you answer as you rub your cheeks. He always does that, the little bastard.

“Alright, so, before you continue, sum it up for me”.

He looks from Eunjoo to you, blinking his small eyes patiently. You’re kind of waiting for Eunjoo to say something, since she was the one who got interrupted by your friend’s arrival. He seems to notice that there’s something off about your vibe.

“You two seemed to be very talkative when I got in here, now you’re all silent... What the fuck are you two hiding?” He squints his eyes at you.

“H-hiding?” You shake your head in fake disbelief. “Park Jimin, why do you always have to assume the worst of people?”

“I don't do that!” He pushes your shoulder playfully, eyebrows furrowed. “And stop trying to get off the subject, I’m not Hoseok”.

“It’s nothing serious, Chim, it’s just that Y/n gets shy”, Eunjoo’s voice interjects. “But there’s a spark between Seokjin and Y/n”. She stops, because she knows Jimin will react. He raises his eyebrows and looks at you surprised. “However, she’s in denial and I, as the matchmaker, can not allow her to think such things”.

“Why am I only hearing about this spark now?” He asks you, crossing his arms in front of his chest, giving you a side-eye.

“Because Eunjoo is delusional, that’s why”, you gesture.

“No, I’m not! Park Jimin-ssi, you know I don’t joke about matchmaking! Remember how much effort I put into introducing you to Jieun?”

“Please, let’s not talk about Jieun… But yes, I do know”.

“Ok, whatever, forget I mentioned her. As I was saying, he brought her dinner last night and they ate it while stargazing… It’s so fucking romantic! And our dear dumb friend here is like we’re just friends” she delivers that in a affected tone, teasing you.

“Oh, Y/n, do not friendzone this guy! Do you hear me? He’s so fucking handsome, you don’t need to marry him, but, please, don’t waste this opportunity”.

“You guys… I also think he’s really cute. I’m not saying I’ll say no, I’m just not there yet, ok?” You look between your two best friends. “I’m still getting to know him. I’ve been living the shittiest moment of my entire life… I need time, that’s all”.

“Makes sense…” Jimin gives you a sympathetic smile, as he pats your head affectionately. “Eunjoo, stop pressuring her!”

“I’m not!”

“You are!” You and Jimin say it simultaneously. “Not that I’m defending you, Y/n, because you don’t deserve my sympathy. You don’t tell me anything anymore!”

The three of you burst out laughing at it. That’s what you’ve missed the most while you were away. Laughing. Feeling at ease. You love these people so much.

“I know, Chim! I feel the same, back in the day, I wouldn’t have to beg her to tell me what’s going on in her life, now I have to make her come and see me”, she complains, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, whatever you two. Since you two are such drama queens, I might as well just tell you… We’re spending the weekend at his family house in Jeju”, and before they have a chance to say anything, you add. “AS FRIENDS!”

Your best friends exchange glances and look back at you. You squint at them. Both of them had a glint of malice in their eyes, but they were trying their best to hide it from you, probably because they know if they interrupt you, you won’t tell them any details. But they know you know. Jimin nods, encouraging you to continue.

“So, yeah, as friends. And why am I telling you this? I need you to cover for me if Jungkook asks my whereabouts”, Eunjoo looks at you dumbfounded, probably thinking you were about to talk to Jimin about your secret arrangements with Jungkook. “He’s invited me to be his assistant at a project this weekend and I don’t really want to go, so I told him Namjoon and I are gonna go visit our mom’s older sister. It’s all set, I already spoke to my brother, he’s spending the weekend over at his mysterious girlfriend’s place. So, anyway, if he asks...”

“It’s not like a talk to Jungkook when you’re not around anyways”, Eunjoo shrugs, looking from Jimin to you.

One of the best things about Eunjoo is that both yours and hers’ demeanors are extremely similar. You two are really connected, to the point that she knows what you’re thinking and vice versa. You act and think very much like each other, so, in these situations she always knows how to react. Which comes in handy, since you have to lie more often than not to your friends because of your Jungkook situation.

“Why don’t you ask this favour to Taetae?” He asks, saying his own other best friend’s name in an affected way. “Since you two are so close right now”.

“You’re jealous of Taehyung? You’re cute” You laugh, reaching for his own chubby cheeks this time around. “You know you’re my top one, Chim, cut this crap. But seriously, though, can I count on you?”

“Sure, sweetums, I got you covered”, Jimin winks at you. “Ok, can I order? Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?”

“No. But can’t you talk while you drink your coffee?” You ask him, furrowing your brows.

“No, I want to drink my coffee in peace”, Jimin answers you, as he waves to the waitress.

Jimin’s a character. You smile to yourself, as your two best friends engage in some other conversation. You really didn’t pay much attention to it, too involved in your own thoughts. You take a sip of your own coffee, basking in the warm sensation it left on your tongue.

You couldn’t help but to think about Jin. You miss him. Since he left your house yesterday, you hadn’t had the opportunity to catch up on one another. He texted you good night and that’s it. Did you say something you weren’t supposed to? If you did, it means your weekend plans are cancelled, right?

There was only one way to find out.

You [3:19 am]: are u still alive? u have sent me 0 memes since yesterday

jin [3:20 am]:

jin [3:20 am]: there you go

You [3:20 am]: oh jin, this is so bad

You [3:20 am]: but I’m happy to know you’re alive

jin [3:20 am]: yup, alive

jin [3:20 am]: just a lil busy

jin [3:20 am]: i cant die yet im taking you to jeju, remeber?

jin [3:20 am]: so, what’s up?

You [3:20 am]:

You [3:20 am]: coffee with these two

jin [3:20 am]: tell them i said hi

You [3:20 am]: will do

You [3:20 am]: so, how’s work?

You two engage in this conversation via text message, as you listen to Jimin and Eunjoo talking non-stop around you. One of them would certainly complain at some point, but for now, you just wanted to talk to Seokjin. It feels nice. It feels right.

Maybe a little too nice and too right.

Ch 05 ⋙

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) Tech x Reader: Insecurity

(Author’s Note:  Confession time...Soooo yeahhh, this one’s a little self-indulgent.  The reader here experiences insecurities related to acne because, well, I do on occasion.  It’s always the hormones around that “time of the month” that make my skin break out, and every time I feel so down about it in addition to the acne scars I already have.

Anywayyy, so I hope that whoever struggles with something can enjoy this and understand that there are so many people out there that are in the same boat.  We live in a society where we promote certain ideals, and sometimes it can be hard to get past these expectations and accept that we all have flaws.  And sometimes it can be scary to let ourselves be loved. 

Love you guys, and I hope you’re having a good day!!!

Word Count: 717

Warnings: Acne, insecurity, anxiety).

   You gazed at your reflection in silent frustration.

   Today was just one of those days.  It was one of those days when you looked in the mirror and disliked what you saw.  Several new blemishes had appeared overnight, it seemed.  Even though you took steps to keep from breaking out, sometimes it was simply hormones that upset the balance.

   It was hard as a teenager, but you always looked forward to the days when things would even out as an adult, and it wouldn’t be so bad.  And it did get better, though it didn’t go away completely like you’d hoped.  The older you got, the easier it was to accept it and not let the insecurities get the best of you.  

   But there were still those days.  Like this one.

   A knock on the refresher door made you jump.  “_________, love, is everything alright?”

   You released a quiet sigh at the sound of Tech’s muffled voice.  You hadn’t wanted to draw too much attention to yourself.  You were trying to be discreet when you ducked to avoid Tech’s gaze throughout the day, quickly covering it up by looking busy.  Of course he would pick up on it.  Of course he’d want to know what was wrong.

   “It’s nothing,” you told him through the door.  “Just...a bad day.”

   “Would it make you feel better to talk about it?”

   You weren’t entirely sure how to answer it.  As much as you didn’t want him to get a good look at you in your current state, part of you felt even worse about keeping it to yourself.  You didn’t want to seem pathetic or insecure, but then again, this was Tech.  He’d rather you be open about things, and he’d probably make you feel better.

   “Yeah,” you said finally.

   “Alright.  May I come in?”

   “Yeah.”  You stepped aside to make room so he could join you in the refresher.  The door swished open, and Tech shuffled in beside you, gently resting his hands on your shoulders.  You tried not to duck away from his curious gaze again.

   “Now,” he spoke up.  “Would you tell me what’s wrong?”

   You hesitated, turning your eyes back to the mirror.  “It’s my skin.  It got worse than usual, and I guess I am just feeling a little insecure today.”

   Tech listened as you told him quite openly and honestly what the issue was.  Only after you finished did he voice a reply.  “It happens to everyone from time to time.  Why, I find myself with a few breakouts after being on long missions in my armor without having a chance to shower.”

   “You still look hot, though,” you mumbled.

   “And you don’t think I feel similarly about you?” he countered.

   Your lips pressed into a firm line, brows furrowing.  “I don’t see how you could.  I don’t feel very pretty right now.”

   He followed your eyes to the reflection.  In the mirror, you saw him peer at you over your shoulder from behind.  “Blemishes are a natural occurrence.  If I’m being honest, darling, I hardly notice them.  Even so, they will go away almost as quickly as they show up.  But my feelings for you won’t.”

   Your vision grew blurry with tears that began to well up in your eyes.  A tiny whimper left your lips as you turned away from the mirror to face Tech fully, and he opened his arms invitingly.  He enveloped you in a warm embrace as you buried your face in the shoulder of his blacks.

   “You’re beautiful, darling.  Absolutely beautiful.”  He pulled away slightly to look at your face with tender eyes as you sniffled.  With a gentle motion, he wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks.  You instantly smiled from the gesture.  “There’s that lovely smile.”  He kissed your cheek before doing so to the other, and then his lips met yours in a warm kiss that kicked the doubts straight out of your head.

   “Thank you, Tech.”

   He hummed in acknowledgement, running a hand up and down your back soothingly.  “Of course.”  You remained there in his arms for some time.  Your insecurity felt like a distant memory at the moment.  Sure, there would be other days… It wasn’t something that would disappear overnight.  But Tech would be there to put you at ease.

[myonepiece]

Hello, I am writing to you from Russia, do not be surprised, you are quite popular with One Piece fans, at least at my university. Sorry for my English, I'm not very good at it. "Can I see a couple of fun and nsfw ideas for X Drake, Apoo, Kid, Ceasar with their s / o?" You are super, thank you.

wait so 😃 i'm like famous??? 😃 like my blog is popular at your university??? 😃 *faints*

anywayyy thank you and i hope you enjoy!! 💕💕

x drake, apoo, kid, caesar mini nsfw headcanons

description: x drake, scratchmen apoo, kid, and caesar (separate) mini nsfw headcanons with s/o

warnings: nsfw, drugs (in caesar's only)

-okay it takes a while for drake to be able to watch you get naked, much less take off your clothes for you, without panicking. but once he gets past that he's always dragging his hands up and down your body touching every inch

-his devil fruit is. a freaking dinosaur, do you know how strong a dinosaur is?? do you know strong drake's thrusts can be?? i mean. seriously it's hard and deep, he doesn't really like to go fast but the fucking strength he has in his thrusts is 😩

-so he doesn't really like to do public/semi-public sex so if you were to push him into a closet on the ship and start making out with him while tugging his clothes off he would be a flustered mess, but like i mean whimpering "no no ____.. not here..." while his eyes keep fluttering closed and he's biting his lip to hold back moans 😌

-this. is like a secret of his but the "i've been a bad girl" stuff really works on him, go up and whisper it to him and he'll blush furiously before dragging you back to the bedroom (if he's not busy) and teasing you about being so bad and needy for him, he talks with a very slight whine at the end of his sentences

-first time writing for this man so let's hope i get him down, for starters lick his fucking nipples, like just do it i don't know why i'm thinking this but i just know he loves it, circle around it with your tongue and he'll start bucking his hips up frantically

-so you dry hump a lot, usually when you're in public and he's horny. he'll come up behind you or next to and put his hands on your hips and just start thrusting against your ass, a few times he's even cum from doing just that, putting his head on your shoulder groaning erotically

-spanking is a definitely, his long ass arms can reach you from far away but he also likes to have you bend over on his lap (he wants to feel like he's the stronger dominant one aka the captain even in the sheets if you will) he'll finger you in this position or sometimes use a dildo

-god where do i even start, i actually had this thought today that sex with him in public iis usually diry (actual dirt) because it's usually in some alley or back room of a bar and you're both sweaty but for some reason he just smells even sexier sweating

-i don't know what it is but i just want to fuck kid while he's sweating

-he will fuck you in front of his crew no questions asked, he'll have you sit down on his lap and you've been making out heavily for a few minutes when you start grinding and dry humping each other, at this sign all of the crew retreats below deck

-normally he doesn't take time before getting to the fucking part so there's no toys or bondage (never toys really) but if you were to ask he would totally tie you up, either shibari or there's a position called the leapfrog position where your face is pressed into the matress your ass in the air and your wrists are tied to your ankles 😍

-(if you're comfortable with it) he'll definitely slap you, of course not super hard to hurt you, but like when you're riding him or sucking his dick he'll add a slap or two to his dirty talk

-you can't tell me he doesn't have aphrodisiacs and shit like molly, or maybe just some sort of chemical he made up that makes you horny for hours

-you can (and have) fuck for hours on end, he just never seems to lose energy until the end when he just collapses with a whine

-okay okay but the sounds he makes are usually moans and whimpers, i feel like he's the type to whine your name and whine most of his dirty talk right in your ear 😩😩

-fucking vibrators, i mean he loves using them on you but he also has some of those nipple vibrators for himself that you can put on him while he uses some more toys on you

-he makes an ahegao face a lot or just sticks his tongue out, a lot of your kisses are kind of just your tongues fucking each other, or as i say you're eating out each others' mouthes

-fucking spank him 😫 like please if you're in a position where you can reach his ass like missionary, do it!! he'll let out a little scream and pound you even harder

[bakusdumptruck]

Bakusquad Crack Post

Sup bitches 🤩how’s your day been? hope its been good! Anywayyy i was listening to a “Rolling joints with Sero Hanta” playlist and this popped up in my mind sooo here’s a little Bakusquad scenario 😏

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Pairing: aged up Bakusquad x GN Y/n

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries

Summary: A smoke session with the babes turned into a chaotic mess 

Ights sluts lets get into it 😈

Sero Hanta is the stoner of the group. Period. 

He taught everyone how to roll up just incase he was too high to function and wanted to smoke more

One night he texted the gc asking if everyone wanted to have a smoke sesh before they had to study for exams 

You all agreed and went over to his dorm together

All except Bakugou.

He called all of you “idiots” and “dumbasses” for getting faded before studying, but all Sero had to say for him to come was

“Ight bakubro, if you can’t handle it you could’ve said that instead of making excuses 🤷🏻‍♂️”

Bakugou showed up within 5 minutes.

Once everyone was together, tape boy had everything set up

There were 4 joints lined up, hella snacks, drinks, video games, and movies

He even had the LED a n d Galaxy lights on

Lordy it was gonna be a long ass night

NOW ON TO THE FIRST ROTATION 🤩

You know how I said Sero is the stoner? yup uhuh he got the MF GAS.

The rotation was Bakugou, Kiri, You, Mina, Denki, then Sero

You all have a high tolerance so after you saw Bakugou coughing up a fucking lung, yall knew you were in trouble

Everyone coughed... except Sero. He just busted a lung laughing💀

So the joint is finished and you’re all feeling fuzzy

yes you’re high, BUT its not enough to get you guys staring at the wall thinking about space and aliens

Just high enough where time is slowed down and your body feels light

Denki randomly shouted to play video games and everyone agreed

Guess what you’re playing 👀

Ju-on. The fucking grudge game. 

Why did Denki choose this game? oh he just wanted to see if it’d be a scarier experience if you’re all faded

It was 😃

Kiri volunteered to play the first stage to show off his Manliness 😤

So there he goes walking into the abandoned building 

yall know how you can use another wii remote to trigger jumpscares? 

yeahhhh Kiri didn’t know about it... and Bakugou was in charge of that

Everyone was chillin, lowkey feeling at edge to prepare themselves for anything about to pop up

Here comes the scene where he opens the door and scary bitch is on the other side waiting to grab him 

K: “Uhhhh this doesn’t feel right... am I supposed to go this way?

B: “No shit dumbass, its telling you go that way isn’t it? What are you scared or something 😏 I thought you were too manly for this game”

K: “I-I’m not scared... just making s-sure.”

M: “Hehe you’re stuttering kiri”

K: “...I’m just cold”

Right before he grabbed the door handle (I kinda forgot how the game went oops 😅) bakubitch tiggered a jumpscare

K: “Okay here I g- what the fuck 😃”

It didn’t work.

K: “Oh that wasn’t too bad! The games gonna have to try harder if it wants to scare m- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE HELL IS THAT”

Scary bitch popped up outta no where and grabbed him

S: “DUDE FUCKING RUN AWAY”

Y/N: “KIRI THE BITCH IS RIGHT THERE WHY AREN’T YOU DOING ANYTHING”

K: “FUCK- CAN’T YOU SEE IM TRYING”

B: “BITCH SHAKE THE CONTROLLER. YOU HAVE TO SHAKE THE CONTROLLER”

K: “AHSJHS WHY ISN’T SHE LETTING GO”

D: “I-IT”S TELLING YOU HOW TO SHAKE IT. GO LEFT, NO NOW RI-”

Kiri accidentally punched Denki in the face 🙃

All: “...whAT THE FUCK AHAHAHSHAH”

yeahhh so thats how the game ended 😭

Denki was laying on the floor staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell just happened and why everyone was laughing at him

D: *in his head* “I just got punched square in the face 😃 and they’re laughing at me 😃 This is fine. 😃”

K: “B-bro are you okay 😭 iM sorry AHAsh its- its just everyone was screaming and AhahhAHAHA IM SORRY 😭”

Sero let him start the second rotation as an apology for laughing instead of checking up on him 

Honestly yall don’t know if you can go on to the third

Everyone was hella faded at this point

Eyes red, dry mouths, and hungry stomachs

Mina ordered TacoBell knowing everyone was gonna want to eat more than the snacks and you all sat on the floor munching away

You all started talking about stupid stuff:

S: “So like... what happens when we get scared half to death twice”

M: “👁👄👁”

B: “👁👄👁”

D: “👁👄👁”

Y: “👁👄👁”

K: “👁👄👁”

D: “I’ve been scared half to death multiple times... im fucking immortal.”

After a few more high conversations Mina suggests to make tiktoks 

Have yall seen the tiktok where Mina and Y/n do the trend where they wink at the camera and all the boys are watching and Baku comes up to kiss Y/n? 

yup you do that BUT

When Bakugou grabbed your cheeks and went in for the kiss he missed and fell flat on his face 💀

*Cue everyone falling on their asses crying*

Best believe the tiktok went viral 🤩

After the third joint yall decided that the room was too suffocating and went out for a walk 

It didn’t seem like a bad idea... until you all got outside

Denki and Sero were singing “Milkshake” at the top of their lungs while wall twerking on the trees

Kiri and Bakugo were racing to see who’s the fastest but kept tripping over their own feet

You and Mina were recording everything those dumbasses were doing.

All of a sudden yall found yourselves in a clear area a bit far from the dorms

Bakugou laid in the grass staring up at the stars and you all joined getting into a little cuddle pile

At this point the effects of the joints hit at once and everyone was out of their heads

They felt like their spirits were floating out of their bodies

*BOOM*

M: “...did you guys hear that”

All: “yes”

M: “should we go check it out?”

B: “Hell yeah. What if it’s a villain? I bet I can beat their ass in less than a second”

Y: “First, thats literally impossible. Second, We can barely fucking move. How do you expect us to fight a villain 🙂”

A Nomu popped up in front of you

D: “Uhhh aye Bakubro... you think you can beat his ass in less than a second?”

B: “FUCK YEAH WATCH THIS YOU FUCKING EXTRAS.”

...

HE FUCKING MISSED Nomu: “ERRHSJAKFjhuSGHD”

Y/n: *shoots up on their feet then falls over immediately* “DAMNIT I CAN’T STAND UP STRAIGHT WHAT DO WE DO”

Everyone started to use their quirks

Sero shot tape to the nomu

Denki sent 1 millions volts

Mina just kept shooting acid out

Kiri hardened up and threw punches like his life depend on it

Bakugou was screaming “die” and kept exploding shit

and You were also using your quirk to the best of your ability

K: *heavy breathing* “guys... i think we got it”

B: “Ofc we did... we literally went bat shit crazy on it”

When the smoke cleared it was still standing in front of you guys... unharmed...

AND IT MULTIPLIED

K: “😶RUN AWAY”

you all started running back to the dorms

well, tried running back to the dorms

Everyone was bumping into each other and tripping

S: “WE’RE GONNA DIE”

Y/n: “WE’RE NOT GONNA DIE JUST KEEP RUNNING... FUCK THEY’RE GETTING CLOSER

Denki ended up facetiming Aizawa in hopes that he would help

A: “Denki, its 4am what do you w-”

D: “SENSEIIII NOMUS ARE CHASING US. SEND HELP.

A: “Why are you guys out of the dorms? aND WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME USE YOUR QUIRKS. YOU HAVE YOUR HEROS LICENSE FOR A REASoN”

D: “WE TRIED. WE MISSED AND IT MULTIPLIED. WE’RE ALSO HIGH AS FUCK BUT WE’RE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT”

A: “... did you say you were high?”

D: “IRRELEVANT. SENSEI WE’RE GONNA DI-”

The nomu caught him.

A: “Denki... Kaminari... hello?... *sigh* you guys are gonna be the death of me.”

You all ended up getting knocked out by the nomus and taken to the League of Villains hideout 

B: “...Never thought i’d be here again”

S: “ I still have the last joint in my pocket... ya’ll wanna smoke?”

Dabi and Shiggy stared at him like he was crazy but agreed anyway 🤪who’s gonna pass up a free joint? not them. 

So everyone got high again and chilled until the Pro Hero’s saved your asses :)

Oh and also don’t think Aizawa let you guys off the hook. 

You all got house arrest and extra BRUTAL lessons for the next 2 months 

The End :)

Yeahhh idk what this was but I hope you all enjoyed it!! I really wanted to write something angsty but as I was writing I couldn’t take myself seriously and ended up making jokes 😭