#i'm just over here staring like a weirdo

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

He got a haircut and I'm lightly losing my mind. 😳

[emphistic]

What is Love?

Picking Yuuji up from school was not a rare occurrence. On the other hand, picking Yuuji up from school while accompanied by Sukuna was a rare occurrence.

Kids are flocking to you like birds, asking if you were Yuuji's mom, and who that creepy man next to you was — this all reminded said creepy man about why this was a rare occurrence, and how it should stay one.

The final straw for Sukuna snaps when a little boy, probably around Yuuji's age, approaches you with his hands behind his back. "Hi, you are very pretty. Can I be your boyfriend?"

You looked a bit taken aback, before remembering this was a kid talking to you, and kids could be quite . . . odd. "Um, thank you! You are very sweet, but, I already have a boyfriend."

Sukuna smirks to himself, a smug expression painted on his face.

"That's okay. I have two girlfriends; you can have two boyfriends," the kid giggled. "He doesn't have to know."

At this, Sukuna glares at the little boy, fully prepared and ready to beat him up, but he halted, as you placed a coaxing hand on his arm.

"Umm—"

"Here!" The boy shoved a daffodil into your hands, it was covered in dirt and had a few missing pedals.

"Oh! This is—"

"I picked it up from over there," he pointed a little finger across the school. "It's pretty. And you're pretty. So it's for you! Hehe, pretty flower for pretty lady."

Just then, Yuuji came running out of the school's doors — backpack aggressively shaking and threatening to fall off of his little arms — and into your arms, well . . . legs actually. But he demanded to be in your arms.

"Up! Up!"

"Okay, Yuuji." You hoisted him up and he immediately went to bury his face into your neck, calming down from his hyper-ness when he breathed in your perfume.

"How was school, baby?"

"It was so fun! I missed you though." You felt Yuuji frown in your neck.

"Aww, well I'm here now. Let's go home, kay? Then we can make up for the time you missed me, how about that?" You rubbed Yuuji's back.

"Okay!"

Unfortunately for the other boy that was still staring up at you — and now Yuuji, too — he was long forgotten by you. Your full attention now on Yuuji.

When the pink-haired kid is finally in the car, after wrestling to not be strapped down by the seatbelt, he immediately goes to working on an assignment. Strange, you thought, looking back at him through the rear-view mirror. Yuuji hates homework.

This continues when you three get back to the apartment. Yuuji immediately slips off his shoes and takes off to his bedroom, assignment and pencil pouch in hand.

You turn to looked at Sukuna, "I thought he wanted to play first?"

Sukuna shrugged, not knowing what his brother was up to, "He's a weirdo, you know that."

You frowned, "I'm bored."

"I know a way to pass the time."

An hour later, you exit your shared bedroom — planning to start on dinner — just to find notes and drawings all over the apartment. On the floor, in the potted plants, on the coffee table, shoved in crevices on the couch, everywhere.

Picking up a few piece of paper, you find yourself reading:

"Deer Y/N,

You are so nise to me.

You are very good at macking food.

I love you!"

"You are so amazing!"

"I love you so mutch!"

"Y/N is good and nise and prety."

Some drawings even depicted you and Yuuji holding hands.

While eating dinner, you decided to question a very smiley and giggling Yuuji, to find out that he had an assignment to show his appreciation to someone he loved.

Most of the notes were only directed to you, but some of the drawings had Sukuna too. The rest of the evening, Yuuji spent telling you and Sukuna how much he loved you guys. Quietly, and going unnoticed by Yuuji and you, Sukuna reciprocated his brother's affection.

A/N: loosely based on this ask — this was supposed to be wayyyy shorter, but i got a bit carried away

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[wrioluvr]

dr ratio x top male reader

this idea came to me in a dream..... dr ratio it seems i've grown quite fond of you. nsfw, gets wholesome at the end

"see, dear, if you insert your cock in me at exactly 67 degrees to the right, we'll both feel the maximum amount of pleasure." dr ratio says confidently as he precisely adjusts your tip at his entrance to his desired position. "are... are you sure?" you can't help but stare incredulously as he treats your cock like it's a mathematical instrument. "don't be silly. i'm always right." lying beneath you, he finally finishes calibrating the angle he wants you to fuck him in. "okay. put it in me now!" he declares triumphantly, clearly proud of his own work. you can't help but shake your head fondly at his antics, his dedication to using his intelligence to "optimise" every situation was rather.... silly sometimes. nevertheless, you push into him slowly, enjoying the sound of him trying the stifle his moan at the feeling of your cock stretching his tight walls. "s-see. i told you so- mmph." his pride meant he'd completely deny this in front of anyone else, the way you'd fucked him like a whore, thrusting in and out of him at "the optimal speed" (according to him), but in private, you were the only one who he wanted to please. increasing your speed of your thrusts without warning, you can't help but smirk at the way he bucks his hips into you, legs shaking and hole clenching even tighter. "you idiot! i told you to follow the speed-" he starts to protest, but he's quickly quietened by your hand over his mouth as you lean forward and whisper lowly to his ear. "you talk too much, baby." he shudders at your words. "need some....stern teaching?" despite the intimacy of the situation, you have to try not to laugh as you repurpose the conversation you had a few days ago to rile him up. hearing you use his own words to tease him, he glares at you, but can't get any words out as his mind is so focused on being pummelled by your cock. it's so pathetic, he thinks to himself. usually his brain is so busy, endlessly pondering, but now he can't think of anything but the way you're fucking him. "shit...i'm gonna cum..." you breathe out as you hold his hips, almost reaching your limit. "do it in me." he says sharply, his attitude coming back in an instant. you have no choice but to oblige, pumping him full as the both of you climax. the two of you collapse onto the bed, a heap of sweaty bodies and unspoken affections. you lie on his chest as he strokes your hair, trying to catch your breath. "well done. plus 10 points." "what the fuck are you saying??" you laugh as you throw the pillow at him. "nothing... just talking to myself." "weirdo."

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

"you know, you might be an idiot, but you're my idiot." he suddenly says, looking back as you soap his hair in your shared bath, cleaning up from your intense session earlier. his words carry a level of warmth to them despite their bluntness, a warmth he'd never give to anyone else. "stop calling me an idiot." you pout, leaning forward to smack him on the head playfully. "i'm serious! don't worry your pretty head about anything, i can do more than enough thinking for the both of us." you place your arms around him and hug him from the back in a tight embrace, the warm water surrounding you only adding to the romantic atmopshere. "whatever you say, veritas." ♡

omg i based his personality completely off his leaked voicelines and tried to incorporate some of them here hfgdhgd

[jji-lee]

why did you agree to go on a date with the one guy you try your best to avoid? well, you'd be lying if you said you weren't the tiniest bit curious to see if lee donghyuck of all people was truly your romeo. yes, he did essentially lead you on, but this will be the closure you needed. no more thinking about the what ifs that could've been if you'd ended up with that online stranger, well not so stranger anymore.

you were already regretting giving haechan your number. he had been flooding your phone with flirty messages all night, even going as far as to send you a selfie of him in bed. you had ignored him of course, choosing to put your phone on silent and trying to get some sleep. haechan seemed to get the message, not sending anymore texts the following morning, instead deciding it was a smart idea to show up to your door before the date.

when you finally decided to get out of bed, the persistent knocking not really leaving you any other choice, you looked through the peephole to find a very smiley haechan holding a bouquet of flowers.

"we agreed to meet at the diner! why are you here?"

you watched as he scratched the back of his neck nervously,

"oh uh, i guess your right. i got too excited, just let me in, please? i swear i won't be weird!"

you rolled you eyes as you opened the door, wondering how the hell you got here, oh right, to find out if haechan was really romeo, and if he wasn't, he clearly knew who was. so there was no harm in spending one day with him, if at the end you'd finally find out who the guy behind the screen was.

"thank yo- oh! you look very nice this morning."

haechan smirked as he eyed your outfit, a baby pink silk night dress and some cat slippers.

"why don't you turn the air down in here? you're clearly freezing."

he brought his finger out to point at your chest, perked up nipples on full display. you wrapped your arms around your breasts, cheeks getting warm,

"you're a pervert lee donghyuck, stop staring at my tits!"

he chuckled, making his way to search your kitchen for somewhere to place the flowers, not needing an invitation to roam your apartment.

"they were staring at me first, and i need a little more than some tits to get me going, hurry up and go get dressed-"

he took his phone out, checking the time, before turning the phone to face you,

"our reservation is soon."

shit he was right.

𖦹

getting dressed had already made you both late, haechan constantly trying to barge into your room. you ended up getting dressed with one foot holding your door paranoid he secretly knew how to pick a lock.

thankfully, the walk to the coffee shop was short, haechan had picked a cute little diner, close enough to your dorms, so thankfully you weren't super late. still, you apologized to the hostess as she showed you your seats, noticing that the place was packed. you covered your face as you whispered over to haechan.

"you couldn't have picked an emptier place?"

he grabbed your hand, moving it from your face, leaning in to whisper,

"people would kill to be seen with me, stop acting like i'm some type of weirdo."

you pulled your hand away from his, looking around to see if anyone was watching,

"i don't think you're a weirdo-"

he gave you a look,

"okay maybe just a bit of a weirdo, you just have a bad reputation, okay? people are gonna think i'm your professor or something."

he laughed, shaking his head,

"i have female friends too you know? and besides, you're way too pretty to be a professor, i like em' old and ugly."

he wiggled his eyes at you as you giggled, maybe haechan wasn't as bad as you thought he was.

𖦹

lunch went smoothly, you were finally starting to feel comfortable around hyuck. you even let him feed you some of his fries, and you offered to share dessert with him, forgetting chenle's warning about herpes. but overall hyuck was not being a weirdo, but nothing led you to believe that he was your romeo either.

as you both walked towards the bookstore nearby, your choice of course, you couldn't help but question him,

"so you're really that anonymous guy i was chatting with? you seemed a lot more mature and intellectual online."

he rolled his eyes at you,

"okay rude, i am mature and intellectual, it's just easier to act that way online since people like youu-"

he poked your cheek,

"won't automatically judge me."

you let out a nervous laugh, feeling a little bad for thinking hyuck was some huge pervert loser all this time,

"yeah sorry, i guess that makes sense."

𖦹

when you walked into the bookstore, the smell automatically making you smile, you grabbed hyuck's hand, dragging him into the romance section.

"come, there's something i wanna show you."

you searched through the shelves looking for the specific book you knew that your romeo would remember. when you finally found it you handed it to him, waiting for his reaction. he looked up at you confused,

"the notebook? isn't this that girly romance movie?"

you looked at him skeptically,

"you don't remember? when i talked about this to you?"

he cleared his throat, opening the book to skim through it,

"oh! yeah! right the thing about the, romance and the-"

he looked up at you,

"yeah hyuck you know the big romantic gesture he did for her-"

he nodded pointing at you,

"yeah, yeah, when he like, you know kisses her in the rain!"

you snatched the book from him, slapping his chest with it, before putting it back on the shelf.

"so you're not my romeo! hyuck why are you lying to me!"

he chuckled nervously,

"i'm surprised you didn't find out earlier, to be honest. i was dodging all your romeo questions during lunch."

you crossed your arms, looking up at him,

"you called me juliet earlier, so someone must've told you about my conversation with the anonymous guy, do you know who it actually is?"

"well! you were calling me romeo! so it only makes sense to call you juliet!"

you scoffed at him,

"stop bullshitting me hyuck, you called me juliet on twitter before i even mentioned romeo, now who is it!"

you grabbed his shoulders slightly shaking him.

"i don't know if i can tell you my friend would be really upset at me."

"so it's one of your friends? jisung or mark?"

his eyes widened,

"i have more friends than that you know!"

you rolled your eyes, letting go of him before sitting on the carpeted floor.

"honestly, whatever. it's not like i can do anything about it at this point. if it's jisung then he's just a little pervert, and if its mark-"

you let out a sigh. hyuck came down to sit beside you, nudging your shoulder, you could hear the grin in his words,

"and what if its mark huh? why the dramatic pause?"

you looked towards hyuck, and then back at your hands that were neatly placed on your lap.

"i don't know, i'd feel kinda shitty i guess, we've gotten closer and to be honest i'd feel kinda lied to, why wouldn't he just tell me if it was him by now?"

hyuck laid his head on your shoulder, playing with his fingers.

"maybe he's scared you'll be really upset at him, that's if it was him of course, not saying it is him!"

"honesty is a big thing for me hyuck, now i feel like our relationship is based on a lie, like he was playing with me this whole time."

hyuck nodded his head, his hair tickling your neck,

"i get it, but you know mark now, you know his intentions, you know he'd never do anything to hurt you."

you smiled thinking about all the time you've spent with mark,

"i know mark, and i know his past reputation. that's exactly why he needs to own up to the truth and truly tell me who he is, or well, who he was. he can't just keep avoiding it, he can't just wait for me to find out, or-"

you gestured towards haechan,

"send his friends to cover for him. i know he has a good heart, but he needs to show me, by being honest. i need him to tell me all this himself."

hyuck raised his head from your shoulder, raising his hands defensively,

"but i didn't say it was him!"

you slapped his shoulder,

"shut up hyuck, you're so obvious it's embarrassing!"

his shocked expression turned into a grin, as he poked your side,

"i wouldn't have been so obvious if you hadn't made your crush on mark so obvious! i'm a drama major i can't help but support true romance!"

your cheeks flushed pink as you tried to hide your smile,

"whatever! you better not tell mark! about anything! let him decide when he finally has the balls to say something! until then, i think i'm gonna push his buttons a little."

hyuck grabbed your shoulders,

"push his buttons? he's gonna think i did something to you! please do not do anything! i'm already on thin ice!"

you rolled your eyes at him,

"relax it's just a little payback for the lying he's done, and you could use some punishment too! coming on a date with me to cover for his dumb ass?"

he smirked at you, rubbing his hands together,

"punishment you say?"

you slapped his hands,

"not like that nasty!"

you both ducked your heads quickly as you heard a loud shhhh coming from a table in the bookstore.

hyuck leaned in close to your ear,

"it's another lame ass nerd like you who likes to read."

you slapped his arm again, what an idiot.

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush — [32] skibbiddi toilet rizz

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notes : so we may get some haechan and y/n flirting in order to make mark jealous so he can confess. i ended up not choosing like major angst cause if i put myself in y/n's shoes i don't think i'd be super mad at mark tbh just want to clear up the miscommunication they had tbh, hope you guys are okay with that

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[hotyanderedaddies]

Hiiiiii i love your stories sm, they’re so unique and truly well written, but could I possibly request a hopeless romantic m reader who has never been inlove and longs for a big muscular daddy (possibly yakuza?? Up to u tho!😁)

[Yandere! Boyfriend x Hopeless Romantic! M Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

Plain and simple: You're a hopeless romantic.

You're in love with the idea of love.

Having someone there to be by your side through life, sharing your hopes and dreams with him, building a home and a family with him-- doing everything with him.

It's so intoxicating.

And you were determined to find whoever "him" is.

You weren't really too picky. Really, your only condition is that your dream guy has to be slightly bigger than you and allow you to call him "Daddy".

You wanted a big man who'd man-handle you nonstop and be all completely dominate like the Dom!Daddy he is. *Swoon.

But... where do you find a Daddy?

You couldn't exactly just put an ad in the newspaper. That might attract some weirdos. Therefore, one night, you decided to finally begin your quest for love, and go to a biker bar to try and find some tough guy daddy who would totally wreck you love you.

The mere second you stepped foot inside the bar, you couldn't help but feel like you were totally out of place. You weren't an absolute square, but whereas a majority of the clientele wore leather jackets and tight jeans that strained over their powerful muscles, you were dressed in your white button down and you even had your thick glasses on (so you could see, obviously).

Needless to say, you looked incredibly tiny compared to the large, intimidating men in the bar (which is kinda hot, to be honest).

Not being a fan of beer, you ordered a fruity cocktail from the bartender (earning a look, but whatever). As you nursed your drink, someone took the seat next to yours.

Looking over, you saw a guy giving you a hungry look. "Hey there," he said in his deep voice, "I'm--"

A large hand engulfed your small shoulder, interrupting the budding conversation between you and the guy. You craned your neck skywards and stared in awe at the even larger man who stood behind you.

This new man was by far the largest in the bar, both in height and musculature. He completely towered over you by at least two feet and was about twice as wide. His muscles strained against his tight black t-shirt. And he scowled at the other man who was trying to talk to you, a snarl on his handsome face.

"This one's mine," he practically growled at the other guy, his voice full of masculine baritone. "Fuck off."

The other guy scampered away like a frightened puppy, tail between his legs.

Your heart beat like crazy in your chest, due to a combination of nerves and total awe over the drop dead gorgeous daddy of a man who'd just totally claimed you as his in the bar.

The large man's narrowed eyes drifted towards you, and his snarl lifted the slightest bit.

"Hope I didn't scare ya, Darling," he told you, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Why don't you come over to my table, and I'll make it up to ya?"

He didn't give you time to answer, because he tightened his grip on you (not enough to hurt, but enough to make his point known), and led you away from the bar towards the back where a solo table was. There was only one chair and when he sat in it, you briefly looked around for a spare seat you could drag over.

The man yanked you down onto his lap, quickly securing both of his muscled arms around your waist.

His lap was surprisingly soft and cozy, and it was hard not to cuddle against his broad chest that vibrated whenever he spoke.

"Now what is a cute little thing like you doing in such a dangerous place like this?" the man asked you. "You really should have your daddy here to protect you..." He trailed off and you could feel him tense up slightly. "Unless, you don't have a daddy... yet?"

You perked up, unable to believe your luck. Not only had you just begun your love quest, but you've potentially found someone in under an hour!

And this man who'd placed you on his lap was insanely tall, built like a truck, and seemed to be one of those characters who were cold to everyone except for their darling. That last part was based on the way he wouldn't stop nuzzling you every so often, happily humming as he did so.

"A d-daddy?" you repeated in disbelief.

The man mistook your words and said, "A daddy is someone who takes care of his darling. He protects him, cherishes him, pampers him, and above all: loves him." He paused to press his lips against your cheek quickly, his light stubble pricking your skin. "And all he asks is that his darling belong to him. And only him."

Holy crap, this was definitely what you were looking for!

"So, Darling," the man continued, his grip on you tightening, "would you like me to be your daddy?"

Logic dictated that you decline (at first) and say that the best decision would be to go on a couple of dates to get to know one another. That way, you could see if you were compatible beyond the daddy/darling dynamic--

"But before you answer, Darling," the man chuckled, "I have to warn you: If you say 'Yes', then I'll never, ever let you go. You'll be all mine."

"Yes!" you blurted without a moment's hesitation.

The man, Daddy, gave you a slight squeeze. "Yes, what?" he pressed, and you could feel him getting hard as you sat on his lap... and hot damn, you need to look up some stretching techniques.

"Yes, Daddy."

[erenthology]

Assertive

Rugby boyfriend!Eren x fem!reader

collage au, possessive but in an infatuated boyfriend type of way. Size differences are mentioned. No matter your size, Eren is bigger than you. (Note: going to be more active now that Aot is ending. Feel free to send requests ♡)

I don’t mind if you’re ignoring me, cuz I’m ignoring you. “ he watches you bounce around the room in your thin, white nightdress. 

You continue looking for your phone, ignoring him. There’s no way you haven’t searched every inch of his dorm room by now, so you finally look at him. He’s laying on the bed shirtless, hands behind his neck, looking at you innocently. That f’ckin bastard.

“Do you have my phone, Eren?”

He flashes his teeth, “ugh, baby, you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice again. C’mere.” he pats his lap.

You sternly put your hand on top of your hip, arching it to the side, giving Eren the perfect view. “Do you have it or not?” He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk.

”Do I? I'm not sure. You should come over and look,” stretching his arms out in an inviting pose.

Earlier, Eren’s roommate, Floch, made a joke about how he can hear when you and Eren are having sex. When you told Eren, he rushed out of the room and ordered Floch to apologize. Completely scolding him like a dad. You felt embarrassed since you didn’t want his friends to think you can’t take a joke.

You know he’s just going to grab and pull you towards him, so instead, you start walking towards the door. Eren tenses immediately and rushes towards you,

‘’Hey, hey” he grabs your hand. ”where do you think you’re going?’’ he questions with furrowed eyebrows.

‘’To ask if the guys have they’ve seen it?’’ 

His eyes flash red for a second. To have his friends see the outline of your nipples through that thin fabric of your so called pajamas? He looks you up and down, nope, not happening. You should be wearing his t-shirts to bed anyway.

 ‘’Not like that, you’re not,’’ he gives you an ‘’end of discussion’’ look, but you huff and turn anyway. Not that you get far at all, he has you slung over his shoulders before you’ve even fully turned.

The con of having a rugby player as a boyfriend is that he throws you around a lot without so much as breaking a sweat. When you’re mad at him, he has this irritating habit of lifting you off the ground and cuddling you until you’ve cooled down. Claiming it “breaks his heart watching you walk away angry.”

He walks towards the bed, ignoring your fists punching at his back. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” He doesn't mind at all though, Eren has the patience of a saint when it comes to his girl, he enjoys being the one to set you straight.

He carefully lies you down on his bed, positions himself on top and grins, ‘’gotcha,’’ then smacks a kiss on your cheek. ‘’You’re annoying.” you pinch his ear in retaliation.

“Ow, hey, you know you’re stronger than you look.” he scratches his reddened ear. ‘’I'm being deadass, baby, you could go pro in armwrestling or some shit.’’ You burst out laughing over how dramatic he’s being and his eyes lit up from the sound. Your smile always captivates him.

Feeling yourself being stared at, you grin cheekily, unable to hide your smile “weirdo, stop staring,’’ brushing your fingers against his stubble. His eyes follow the movement of your hand and begin tracing the shape of your figure when all of a sudden he starts attacking you in tickles.

You’re both advancing on each other playfully, laughing hysterically. In an attempt to roll out of his reach, Eren quickly reacts by by grabbing your hands and pins them above your head. The laughter is quickly replaced with heavy pants as you stare at him naively, your chest rising up and down.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he lets go of his grip and rests his head on your chest, “you know, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable staying here.’’ he gently admits, then lifts his head,

‘’plus, I’m the only one who has a say about you in bed.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Gross,’’ you push his chest, apparently amusing him by the look on his face. ‘‘but it’s fine, really. I just wanted to ignore the situation, but I guess he should learn that not everything needs to be said.’’ At this, he grins and takes ahold of your chin,

‘’that’s a good girl.’’

You ignore the heat rising in your face and smack his hand away when you suddenly remember, ‘’speaking off, where is my phone? You know I need to do my nightly routine check.’’

He knows. It’s the reason he slipped it under his pillow the moment you started throwing a fit. It’s nice having the most predictable girl on the planet. ‘’You can do it later, let a man enjoy his girl for a moment. You can be mad at me after.’’

‘’I'm not mad at you’’ you look genuinely offended, causing him to snicker. “Besides, I kinda liked the whole sexy, scolding dad thing you had going on. It was kinda turning me on,” you admit, looking straight into his eyes.

His hands on your hips stiffen instantly and his whole demeanor changes. “Don’t even joke, [name] I will put a baby in you right this second,” large hands grab your ass and starts grinding your body against his.  

You attempt to leave but he drags you right back, looking at you confused. Looking down, you purr, “I really need to do my routine check,” sticking out your lower lip for extra effect.

You love to rile him up and have him mock you for being greedy and bratty. His face gets closer to yours with his eyebrows all furrowed.

“Did you just pout at me?”

“Nuh uh,” you lie and tease your hand against his belt, Eren’s eyes follow your movements then trace back up to your face, where you’re innocently meeting his eyes.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and looks down at your hand playing against his bulge. ‘’You wanna get fucked?’’ he spits with disgust, or admiration. It’s hard to tell with him.

“Know you enjoy keeping me on edge, acting all innocent when we both know,” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes lingering just a second too long on your lips. Thoughts on ways to tame you running wild in his head.

‘’Telling me it turned you on when I was commanding,’’ he shakes his head as if disappointed.‘’It's good I’m here to keep you in line. A girl like you needs that.’’

You feel the imprint of him on your stomach as his hips press you down on the bed, leaving you no space to leave. You try your best to keep your voice steady. “Just wanna make you happy,’ you breathe out. He almost laughs. 

“You know what would make me happy?‘’ Eren stands and lifts you up with him.

‘’you with my cock in your mouth.” You almost go limp in his arms from how lewd he's being. 

Giving you an expectant look, he nudges your nose with his, “are you waiting for something? get to work.” he guides you down on your knees towards his crotch. The carnal look in his eyes makes you fumble a bit with his belt, but Eren is patient. Sometimes you suspect he enjoys seeing you nervous to perform for him.

Pressing a kiss on the tip, he returns his gratitude by patting your hair in a domineering act, “make me proud.’’ he smiles, in which you relish. Keeping eye contact, you swirl your tongue around his shaft before hollowing your cheeks and start working your way down. You can’t help but gag at his size, no matter how often you blow him. 

It’s been quiet for some time now and you’re growing impatient with the lack of praise. You decide to look up at him through the tears in your eyes and catch him smiling down at you. The scene feels so filthy you can’t help but slyly drag your fingers over your panties to relieve some of the pressure, secretly humping your hips against your hand to the sound of his pants. 

He just nearly cums in your mouth when he notices what you’re up to. Shamelessly playing with yourself, mouth filled with cock, you look straight out of Eren’s nastiest fantasies, it was perfect.

He bends down and pulls your hand out from under your nightdress, “Not yet, need you to be a good girl for me.’’ Then he does the hottest thing all night, he leans down to give it a kiss. You love him. He makes you feel like a princess getting fucked by her knight.

Feeling enthusiastic again, you eagerly reach for him to continue where you left off, but are stopped yet again. Whining, you wait for him any sort of command, just to do something, anything! but he looks so unaffected it’s making you wail even louder.

 “stop whining, you don’t deserve to suck my dick.” Despite the warning, you almost do it again but stop yourself when you notice the glare you’re given. “But I really needa feel you, Eren. It hurts down there.” you were so wet it felt like you were about to explode from the lack of release. 

He's only a man after all, even he has his limits when you wail pathetically about how wet your pussy is. Now he needs to have a look. He pulls you up by your torso, ‘’does sucking me off make you wet?’’ You nod and visibly see his ego lit up.  

A thin sheen of sweat connects your bodies as he effortlessly carries you over to his bed. You take advantage of your flexibility and spread your legs as far apart as you can once he lays you down, earning a groan out of him.

He doesn't hesitate a moment further to push his face in there and peek under your dress. “such a pretty cunt, princess. no idea how often I jerk off thinking about it, about this,” kissing through your soaked panties. Your hips jerk upwards at his erotic words, desperate for friction.

“Eren, please”

He pushes your panties to the side but keeps them on. It’s like he’s so needy for you he can’t be bothered to take off either of your clothes properly, but patient enough to check out every inch of you as if seeing you like this for the first time.

Eren’s broad body consumes your smaller frame as you lie beneath him. You love this feeling, him shielding your body from anyone and anything but himself. 

 His ring covered fingers play softly with your bud, observing your reactions before lining himself against you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. The sight of Eren being almost abnormally endeavored by your pussy as he spits on his hand and pumps his cock, increases the heat pooling in your abdomen. 

You lie still, enjoying the sensation of him rubbing and tapping himself against you. His eyes are fixated entirely on your cunt and you enjoy every bit of the attention. Not to say you’re not curious about what goes on in his mind when he’s focused and quiet like this. Like your body is art and he is studying and memorizing every part of it.

Once satisfied, he pushes through the tight hindrance and sucks in a breathe, “oh, fuck.” and finally looks up at you. His heart stops a beat when he’s reminded of how beautiful you are. The urge to hide you away from anyone's eyes but his, hits him strong but he bites it back.

Time slows for a moment as you both take each other in through half lidded eyes, and for some reason, your vision has never been as clear. His fingers thread through yours as he leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed. Eren grins and places one last kiss on your forehead before thrusting his way in. 

He’s fucking you with his hips, hard. Hands pressing down your pelvic, holding you still for him to ram into. The strap of your nightdress has slightly fallen down your shoulders, so he pushes the fabric that’s hiding you from him down further, and exposes your breasts. The moan he lets out from the sight is pure filth. 

‘’Touch yourself.’’ he demanded, pupils dilated. With glazed over eyes, you comply and start playing with yourself, twisting and grazing your nipples. The act drives him to lift your hips to reach deeper into you,’’really thought i’d let you walk out of my room looking like this.’’ he grows almost annoyed at the thought. 

Tenderly cupping his cheek, he almost flinches from how lovingly you’re looking at him, “You’re all I want, Eren.’’ and he almost melts. When you say things like that it makes him want to keep you to himself even more, resting his forehead against yours, he looks at you with almost a pained expression. ‘’that’s good, because i'm a selfish man.’’

 With your legs lifted around his waist and upper body sprawled on the bed, you’re essentially at his mercy as he connects your bodies in repeated thrusts. Again, again and again, the sound of him pushing into you echoes in the room. 

He fucks like a deprived man and speaks like a man in love. “Does it feel good, princess?’’ You nod with lovestruck eyes. ‘’Yeah? taking me so well. making me so proud.’’ The pressure feels too intense, about to snap.

He’s stretching you on his cock and looking straight into your eyes as he's doing it. Your body dissolves into pleasure as you writhe beneath him.

Your body starts squirming uncontrollably, causing him to grip your hips ever tighter, overpowering you in strength. You let out a loud sob and rake your nails on his back when your vision suddenly fades to black. He stares at you, astonished.

He raises an eyebrow, “did you just cum?” the thusting has stopped completely now but you felt his dick twitch inside you as he asked. “Tried to hold it in for you,” you stare back apologetically, eyes still sprinkled with lust. Best part is, he knows you didn’t. And you know it too. 

“Turn around,” he orders. You obey and slump towards the bed with your back against him, hiding your face in the pillows. “Don’t act all shy with me now, let’s see your face,” he leaves no room for discussion, so you slowly turn your head and face him. He looks so big staring down at you from your vulnerable position. “That’s a good, good girl.” 

Next thing you know, your cheeks are being spread and played with. Still high on ecstasy from the orgasm you just had, the energy to perform is nonexistent, so he does the job for you.

Huge hands angle your limp body upwards, then press down your back to create a beautiful arch, only for his eyes to admire. He sinks back inside and buries his cock in your warmth.

It’s hard maintaining eye contact with him when he’s like this, it feels so shameless, almost taboo, still, you can’t look away. He’s pounding into you, pulling your hips hard against him.

“This is what you’re making me do, looking at me like that. No one else will ever be able to see you like this,” he occupies his thumb by rubbing it over your clit. The contact is so delicate but rapid nonetheless.

You nod agreeably, barely able to register his words. “Are you close, Eren?’’

“Yeah,” his hands pressed down tightly on your lower abdomen, the scream you let out is almost inhumane. ‘’yes, yes.” you’re grinding back against him in heated motions, shockwaves of heat pumping through your body.

He snaps his pelvic against your ass and feels you sucking him right back in.  He thinks back to what you said before about him as a dad and his eyes roll back. The thought of you carrying his child inside you makes him come undone.

“Ugh, fuck.” He comes audibly high etc, covering you in his cum. You expect him to catch his breath but he smoothly regains his composure and pushes you on your back, his thumb finding its way right back to your clit, barely even getting started before leading you to your second orgasm.

You scream in pleasure as he cups your face, lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, princess, you did so well for daddy. made me so proud.” he praises as he pushes your hair out of your face. 

The lack of response makes him laugh, realizing he’d fucked you to sleep, litterally. chuckling, he grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up to his best effort.

You’re usually sleepy right after sex so this is a regular routine for you both. He smacks a kiss on the top of your head and covers you with his comforter then goes for a shower.

Once he’s done, he carries you up bridal style to the bathroom. “Wake up, sleepy.” he’s back to his sweet self. You grunt in response. “C’mon, you need to pee.’’ It’s true, so you comply and he leaves you to it. 

This is a conversation you’ve both had before, he feels no need to leave when you do your business but you’ve kicked him out enough times so he knows the drill by now. Eren changes the bedsheets while you clean up.

When finished, you walk back to the bed and he opens his arm for you to rest on, your phone lying beside him. You jump at the invitation and he hugs you towards him, ‘’what do you feel like eating?’’ he’s playing with your hair as you lie comfortably on his arm. 

“Not hungry.’’ you murmur.

Eren fights the urge to sigh. “Sorry, not up for debate.’’ He saves himself the trouble and orders for you both, knowing you’ll feel hungry once you see him eat.

When the food arrives, you end up wanting exactly what Eren ordered for himself.

‘’You’re a big baby.’’ he sulks and rolls his eyes, but feeds you nonetheless. You don’t miss the look on his face as you take a bite from his hand. One thing about Eren? he can and will fuck multiple times a day if you let him.

‘’down, boy. i’m not tryna have my guts rearranged after eating food.’’

He grins, ‘’I didn’t say anything’.’ knowing he’ll do exactly that when you’re done eating.

[harunayuuka2060]

Jade: Ah, Azul before he became a capitalist.

Floyd: Shrimpy~ Hand him over.

MC: No. *holding Little Azul protectively*

Azul's child self: *cries* MC! They look scary!

Floyd: Huh? Scary? I was cute when I was just a little eel. Right, Jade?

Jade: *chuckles* You were adorable back then, yes.

MC: It's not really important if you were cute or not. He doesn't want to be handed over. End of discussion.

Floyd: Listen here, Shrimpy. We know Azul better than you.

MC: I'll hand him if your child versions show up.

Jade and Floyd: ...

Jade: Hm. Now that you have mentioned it.

Floyd: Eh? But we spent hours locking them in Jade's room.

MC: You what?!

Azul: *being surrounded by the little twin eels*

Floyd's child self: Are you really Azul? *squeezing his arm* Hey, Jade! He's not squeashy anymore. *pouting*

Jade's child self: But he looks more handsome now and he seems to have stop crying.

Floyd's child self: Eh~ I like the chubby Azul better! Hey! Fatten yourself up!

Azul: THERE'S NO WAY I WILL DO THAT!

Azul: Prefect, I would like to ask you to take care of these two.

Azul: Before I kill them.

MC: ...

Leona's child self: Who are these ugly fishes-

Jade's and Floyd's child selves: *staring at Little Leona with wide grins*

Leona's child self: ...

Leona's child self: *goes to hide behind MC* Weirdos.

MC: ...

MC: Won't they kill me while I'm asleep?

Azul: The worst they could do is start a fire.

MC: That's a bit reassuring.

Azul's child self: I'll help you put out the fire.

MC: *smiles* Thanks, Azul.

Azul's child self: *giggles*

Azul: ...

Azul: *clears throat* Take care, Prefect. I'll have the twins shoulder the expenses.

MC: Okay. And try not to stress yourself too much.

Azul: I should be telling you that.

[steddiejudas]

STWG Daily Drabble 9/30/23

prompt: drunk talk

“Ssteeeve! Over.” Dustin’s voice comes over the radio, staticky and slurred.

It’s 1 AM, Steve has a shift first thing in the morning, and he really should be sleeping, but he’s been nervously awaiting this call all night. His kids are finally leaving the nest, going to their first party and he knew this meant they would be calling him for a ride at some point, so he kept the volume up on his radio. When he doesn’t answer fast enough, a whole chorus of clumsy voices crackle over the radio. 

“Steven Anita Harrington! Over.” Mike starts giggling like a mad man at the very incorrect middle name he’s decided to give Steve. In the background, Steve is pretty sure he can hear someone throwing up.

“Are you guys okay?” Steve asks, and then after a moment of silence, adds: “Over.”

“Thank you, Steven! We are great! Over.” There’s a cacophony of giggles and Steve is pretty sure they forgot why they even called,

“Do you need a ride? Over.” 

“To where? Over.” 

“Y- Dumbass, to your homes. Okay stay where you are, I'm coming to get you.” Steve zips a hoodie halfway up his bare chest, too tired and annoyed to put a shirt on, and grabs his keys on the way out the door. He’d had the good sense to make them tell them who was throwing the party, and a couple minutes later, he’s pulling up to a house that’s not too far from his own. He spots his gaggle of drunkards immediately, the lot of them huddled around the radio, shaking it and hitting the side like it’ll split at the seams and drop candy. “Hey! Dumbasses! Get in the car,” he hollers.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas look up from the radio, dumbfounded. “Steve, what are you doing here?” Lucas asks.

“Dude, I just told you I was coming to pick you up.”

Mike scoffs and puts an arm around Will who, yup that definitely was puking he heard, because Will is doubled over in the bushes. “You didn’t say ‘over’, dumbass.”

“Just get in the car! You guys are sleeping at mine tonight, or your parents will kill me for letting this happen.” The boys stumble towards the car, fighting over the handle for the front seat when a large hand appears out of nowhere and pushes them out of the way.

“Nuh uh kiddos, respect your elders. I ride shotgun.” Eddie says, swaying only a fraction as bad as the kids. They grumble, but agree and help Will into the backseat. “And a good evening to you, boys.” Eddie says, staring directly at Steve’s chest. 

From the back seat there’s a chorus of “Boo! Weak! Do better!” Even from Will, who is barely holding his head up off Mike’s shoulder. Eddie takes the challenge as Steve starts driving back to his house.

“I’ve always wanted to live in the jungle,” he says. Steve has to swat Eddie’s hand away from running through his chest hair, desperately trying to be annoyed and not aroused in front of the kids. But Eddie knows Steve knows he has a thing for his hair, and Steve has a thing for anything that gets Eddie riled up. 

“What are you even doing here, Eds? I thought you were at home.”

“Team bonding?” Eddie tries.

“He was selling drugs!” Dustin hollers, absolutely zero control over his volume. 

Eddie whips around in his seat to yell “You motherfucker!” at Dustin.

“Nope,” the kid retorts. “Pretty sure that’s you.”

When they pull into Steve’s driveway, he orders the kids to go to the living room and go to sleep. The boys slowly fumble their way out of the car and through the front door, all the while Eddie stares at Steve with a lusty fire burning in his eyes. 

“You wore that just to torture me, didn’t you?” Eddie asks.

“Eddie, I didn’t even know you were at the party. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“OR we could stay out here and fog up these windows.”

“Nice try, my beautiful little distillery, you are far too drunk. Now be a good boy and get in bed, and maybe I’ll let you pet me you little weirdo.”

Eddie unbuckles and throws the door open so fast that he trips over his feet and face plants getting out of the car. He hops up, no worse for wear, and turns around to salute Steve. “Sir, yes sir!” He yells, and sprints through the house to Steve’s bedroom.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

“Please.”

Stiles stands there, chewing on his pretty crimson lips, pleading.

Derek isn't fully clued in yet, but honestly, the kid is kind of vaguely breaking his heart.

“Please, Derek, I'm really sorry about this, but please just—just don't say anything, okay? And just—let me?”

Stiles had texted Derek earlier, at 3.17am, presumably just before he’d set off from his house to drive his jeep to the loft.

Derek had been lying awake in bed, unable to sleep.

His messages had read:

> dude, i rlly need to come over. that ok?

And:

> ill let myself in if thats cool?

And after a few moments, in quick succession one after the other and before Derek had a chance to respond:

> and i rlly need u to just like. not get out of bed. presuming yr already in bed

> all shall be revealed

> lol i don't know why i put that

> and obvs tell me if any of this is not ok. ok?

> as if you wouldn't lol

> #sourwolf

> and yeah i know im being a weirdo but thats why you like me

And then, a few seconds later:

> right?

Derek had stared at the flurry of messages for a minute or so, then texted back:

Okay, weirdo <

About ten minutes later, Stiles had let himself into the building. Derek listened to the kid muttering away to himself as he rode the old service elevator—except it wasn't really himself he was talking to.

“God, I hope I'm not wrong about this. Like, I think we're close enough now for it not to be weird. I mean, at least I hope we are. I'm just so fucking tired, man, and have got to get me some sleep. Anyways, just—don't get up, okay? Or, like, can you get into bed if you're not already in bed? Sorry, I know I texted you this already, I just really need you to trust me. You do know you can trust me… Right, big guy?”

Derek's trust of Stiles was implicit.

When the steel door had unlocked and slid open, Derek smelled fresh, mostly unscented shower gel over the base notes of Stiles's own cinnamon scent, mixed with the very definite chemo-signals that indicated fear, restlessness, apprehension—and also, the strongest of them all; hope.

Let me.

Here, now, Derek still doesn't know what the kid needs.

Let him what?

Derek doesn't have any more time to wonder, though, because Stiles is taking off his sneakers and pants and is slowly, very slowly—as if giving Derek the chance to protest—climbing into bed next to him.

Stiles is now in Derek's loft in the small hours, in Derek's bed, fully under Derek's covers, with Derek wearing only his grey tank and black boxer-briefs and a probably terrified look on his face.

He silently thanks the universe for the cover of night.

“Like, you should obviously say something if this is completely heinous or whatever, but otherwise just—let me do this?”

And all Derek can think is shit, he's freezing, at the same time he is going into a some sort of dumbstruck shock because Stiles is now wrapping his entire sinewy, beautiful body around the entirety of Derek's.

“This okay?” Stiles asks, the air around them spiking with the smell of his anxiety as he Big-Spoons Derek like some human-shaped octopus, skinny but strong limbs astonishingly everywhere.

And he sounds so unsure, and so small, and Derek can't bear it.

Not giving the stoic part of his brain any opportunity to talk him out of doing this, Derek takes ahold of Stiles's wrist from where the kid had draped one of his long arms around Derek's midriff, and hangs on as firmly but gently as he can, manoeuvring them both around in the bed so that Stiles is now the Little Spoon.

“This okay?” he asks gingerly, mirroring Stiles because his own words are failing him.

Stiles says, “Yeah. Even better,” and his anxiety is melting away into something much more pleasing; something like relief.

Derek breathes out the word, “Good,” and feels a little dizzy and a lot amazed, and kind of like his heart is beating wildly in his throat.

The only reason he knows it isn't, is because Stiles says, “I can feel your heart thumping away in your chest, man. But, uh, I don't have wolfy senses, so… I can't tell if it's good thumping or bad thumping.”

Then he promptly stops breathing.

Derek resists the desperate, learnt urge to run away from this. He mentally shakes himself and figures: After so many years fighting monsters together, maybe he and Stiles can fight this one together, too?

He gives himself a moment to ride out the panic, then screws his eyes shut and, praying to nobody in particular, whispers, “Good thumping,” into the shell of Stiles's ear.

Stiles shivers and breathes again, but doesn't say anything else. For once, he doesn't need to. He just needs to sleep.

As the kid settles into Derek's bed and Derek's embrace and, hopefully, Derek's life, he smells like a mix of serene and content and promise—and also, wonderfully, of Derek, now.

Derek is a strange combination of relaxed and freaking-the-fuck-out because that's just the way he's made. His brain won't stop whirring at a speed of a million miles an hour, worrying about everything and nothing, all at once, and before he can bite into his lip to stop himself, he blurts out, “Cora says I sometimes dream-talk about Cajun Gumbo recipes.”

Stiles's only sighs, then hums quietly, his breathing already evening out almost to the point of sleep.

Just when Derek thinks he's not going to get any sort of real answer, Stiles mumbles, “Okay, weirdo,” on an exhale, and then he's drifting off into unconsciousness.

Derek settles then, and smiles into the nighttime thinking that maybe, finally, he might get a good night's sleep, too.

.

for @shealynn88, the bestest of friends. i love you and miss you always... <3 (unedited btw—forgive me!)

[space-mango-company]

Stranger | Chapter 5

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

TW: Descriptions of Violence, Mentions of Cannibalism

Tags: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader, Arranged Marriage, Eventual Smut, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, Original Characters, Canon What Canon

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Not proofread!! Holy moly. Here it is, folks. The scene that inspired this whole fic. I had fun writing this so I really hope you enjoy it. Once again, I appreciate everyone who likes, comments, and/or leaves kudos so much. I really started this fic for myself but good golly, that dopamine rush whenever I get a notif might be more addicting than spice. I'm glad to be part of the bald man brigade.

Also, I can't believe I'm only now questioning why I decided to write this in the second person? I guess maybe I thought this fic would be a lot shorter and not that deep, lol. At this point 'y/n' probably has enough personality to just be a straight-up OC. It's funnier because I don't even find second-person or y/n fics any more engaging either. I always detach myself by giving 'y/n' her own name and only seeing her as a character in the fic.

ANYWAY, sorry to ramble. Stay safe and have a good one, ya weirdos.

You step out into the dark cul-de-sac of the guest hall, illuminated only by the large suspensor lamp in the middle. Feyd-Rautha looks you up and down, seemingly entranced by how the dim light casts his shadow on your modest dress. Atreides green, he recognized.

"Trying to sneak into my rooms again?" you say arms crossed, leaning on your door. "I didn't appreciate the last time, by the way."

"It's my house," he says cooly, "and I did knock this time."

You stare at him indifferently.

"Quite the display from you yesterday morning, using The Voice on me." His voice low and raspy, "I should have you drawn and quartered."

You scoff in his face. "You almost choked me to death. Are you trying to start a war?"

He takes a step closer and his face is inches from yours, you can feel his breath on your cheek, "I didn't think I'd like you this much, little hawk."

"What do you want, Feyd-Rautha?" you had no patience for him right now.

"Ah," he steps back, a dark smile on his face, "I've been waiting to hear my name from your tongue." His hand reaches for your lips. "I've grown quite tired of 'na-Baron'."

You grab his wrist before he can touch you. "If you're only here to toy with me, I would rather be left alone to prepare for bed." You release his hand and turn to open your door.

Feyd-Rautha props an arm against the doorway to block you. "We're to be married in three days," he says, "and I just can't seem to bring myself to let go of my 'harpies', as you called them." He meets your gaze. "You said you'd kill them. Did you mean that?"

You look up at him with steely eyes. He towered over you but your heart felt no fear, "Yes."

His coy smile returns. "Good. Come to my training hall tomorrow," he says, walking away.

"What?" you call after him.

"Dress to fight," he says over his shoulder. "I want to see what you can do, Atreides."

You needed no help from Zora in putting on a loose shirt and long pants. The plain beige outfit certainly wasn't as elegant as the dresses you had been wearing so far. But it was comfortable and you could fight in it, which was all that mattered. Still, you look yourself in the mirror. The soft, airy fabrics draped over your figure well but perhaps you were not in the best shape as you once were. Your muscle mass is much less than your brother's and he wasn't particularly built himself. You admit you did wane off your training sessions with Gurney and Paul leading up to your departure from Caladan. Nevertheless, you were still a skilled warrior. Another secret you've been keeping from the Harkonnens.

You were 14 when you started learning the blade. Watching Paul, 2 years your senior, practice with the Atreides Warmaster lit a fire in you. You didn't hesitate to pester your father to let you train with them and of course, there was nothing he could deny his darling daughter. You were a fierce and determined student. Gurney Halleck was a man you genuinely believed to be one of the best fighters in the Imperium, along with Duncan Idaho. Gurney would train you and Paul on even days. On odd days, your mother would teach you the Weirding Way. These lessons, much like the rest of your mother's teachings, your father wanted to know nothing about. After becoming decently adept at Prana-Bindu and gaining almost complete physical control of your body, Lady Jessica insisted that you also be skilled in the Bene Gesserit style of combat.

You were far from mastery in either but the combination of both trainings made you a formidable fighter. Despite this, you could never seem to beat your brother in a sparring match. A fact that frustrated you to no end, though you appreciated that Paul never went easy on you. You'd always blame it on him having trained for longer than you have. But in truth, you knew there had just always been something special about him.

"Are you ready, my lady?" Zora's soft voice wakes you from your thoughts.

"Hm? Right. Yes, let's go." You quickly tie your hair out of the way and grab your father's dagger from atop your dresser.

There was no fanfare when you entered the hall. On one end, the na-Baron's concubines sat chained on the steps of the shallow recessed pit in their leathers, their glares piercing through you. Your eyes linger on them as Feyd-Rautha and his Warmaster greet you.

"I was starting to think my lady bride was bluffing," Feyd-Rautha says as you approach him. The older man beside him offers you a polite bow.

"Perhaps she wasn't so keen on your brutish games," you bite back. "Your lord uncle won't be joining us?"

"No," Feyd-Rautha crosses his arms, "but he'll be hearing about your victory. Or your demise."

"Right. Well, I assume you'll be releasing them from those chains," you nod towards his pets "Not sure why they're necessary."

"Oh, trust me, little hawk. They're necessary." Feyd-Rautha motions to a servant.

"Your blade and shield, my lady," they bow, presenting you with a knife and a small device you recognize as a Holtzman shield.

"I've brought my own," you unsheath your father's dagger. You contemplate taking the shield but remembering that the na-Baron forwent it during his gladiator fight, you decide to do so as well. "They've no weapons anyway, the shield seems pointless."

Feyd-Rautha shrugs, "If you insist."

You take a deep breath, "Let's get this over with."

You lightly stretch as you walk down the steps of the shallow pit to stand opposite the na-Baron's concubines. You had come into this on the pretense of righteousness. For Iassa, you told yourself. But you've known her a mere two days. A part of you wanted to show off. You were good and you knew it. You could probably kill anyone in this room, even Feyd-Rautha. You craved the respect of the people here: the Harkonnens, the people of Geidi Prime. You figured this was one way to get it.

Feyd-Rautha walks around the pit to one of his concubines and kneels to whisper something in her ear. You assume a fighting stance when he moves to release her from the chains. When you meet her eyes, they are filled with feral bloodlust.

Suddenly, you weren't so bold. The veil of courage you have maintained since you arrived, even when Feyd-Rautha had your neck in his grip, is torn apart when you face this woman. You could tell no part of her would hesitate to rip your throat out with her bare teeth. You were almost relieved they were unarmed, but you weren't sure if that would make them any less lethal.

Fear grew in your chest and you had less than a moment to recite the Litany in your head before the concubine lunged at you.

You crouch down in time and slash at her abdomen as she approaches you. You turn to face her on the other side of the pit and she wastes no time in attacking you again. She attempts to grab your armed hand but you take hold of her wrist first and move to pin it behind her back. Quickly, your blade drags across her throat and she falls to your feet.

The kill has not yet registered in your mind but your heart is racing. You can almost hear your blood coursing through your veins. You held your arms outstretched, your eyes focused ahead, ready for the next one.

Across the pit, Feyd-Rautha licks his lips, smiling as he releases his second concubine. This time, you walk toward her while she moves to attack you. You clock her head with the pommel of your dagger and knock her a few steps back. She reaches a hand to wipe the blood beginning to drip out of her nose. After examining it, she snarls and bares her sharp teeth at you. Your mind is blank now. She dodges your first slash then manages to land a blow to your jaw. You seethe from the pain. You spit out the mixture of blood and saliva filling your mouth. The anger at the hit drives you to rush at her. Seeing an opening, you duck down to her waist and stab her twice. As she falls to her knees, the look of determination doesn't leave her eyes until the very last moment.

When you turn around, Feyd-Rautha has already released the last concubine. The ruthless scream she lets out disorients you. She pounces and knocks you over. She straddles you and pins your arms to the ground, your blade sliding inches away. She screams again in your face at the death of her sisters. You wedge your right knee between you and her abdomen, the only thing keeping her teeth from reaching your throat. You grunt as you struggle to free your hands. In your periphery, you see Feyd-Rautha, wielding his own blade, take a step into the pit.

"GET BACK," you roar, and he is powerless to refuse.

You turn back to your opponent still on top of you and you butt her head with your own. She loosens her grip and you kick her off to hastily crawl to your weapon. When she reorients herself and attempts to grab you again, you hook a knee under her arm and flip the both of you over. With your weight on her chest and both your knees pinning her arms down, she thrashes underneath you, claws digging into your right ankle. You take your blade in both hands and her screaming is silenced when you sink your knife deep into her heart.

When you rise, the room is quiet. Your chest heaves. The stark white ceiling lights don't help the lightheadedness that begins to wash over you in the post-adrenaline rush. Feyd-Rautha says something from behind you but his speech is garbled as you reel from the thrill of what just transpired. You were electrified. You almost... wanted more.

Then, the realization of the revolting scene you are in settles upon you and you are knocked off your high. You look at the leather-clad bodies scattered around you, the grotesque way they lay on the floor, the red blood pooling around them made brighter by the sterile grayness of the room. You did this.

A hand on your shoulder snaps you out of it. In reflex, you turn and raise your blade at the offender.

Feyd-Rautha holds his hands up, "Whoa, easy, Atreides. Trying to kill me? Don't want to start a war, do you?"

You yield your weapon. Your eyes dodge his as you look to your feet and try to steady your breathing.

"Enjoy your first taste of blood?" Feyd-Rautha says, the look in his eyes indecipherable to you. He raises a hand and swipes his thumb on your cheek. It comes away covered in crimson.

You gasp and reach for your face with your own hand. You don't even know if it's your blood or theirs, or when it got on you. Your heart pounded, unable to decide whether you were repulsed or proud.

"Look at you," he says licking the red off his finger. You could not help but stare at him through the strands of your hair that had come undone in the fighting. "You're beautiful like this," his hand reaches for your face again.

"No," you say low and quiet when you swat his hand away, "you're sick." You didn't know if you meant him or yourself. You calmly turn to leave. No one stops you when you make your way up the shallow steps of the pit. As you pass Iassa—no, Zora—by the doorway, you tell her flatly, "Prepare a bath."

You had never taken a life before. Today, you took three. You were glad you didn't know their names. You decided you'd never find out.

After Zora pours a final pitcher of hot water into the bath, you tell her, "You may go. I'll dress myself later, thank you."

She bows and makes her way out of your rooms.

In your solitude, you bring your knees to your chest. You had been quick to wipe the blood off your cheek before you even reached your quarters. Now, you cup the water into your hands and rub it into your face, the slight sting of the heat comforting you.

He was a cruel man, your betrothed. This is what you've decided. Having you kill the concubines he claimed to want to keep so much. But wasn't it you who threatened to kill them? He started it, you argue with yourself, when he had Iassa killed. You felt like a child.

When you used to hear of Feyd-Rautha's exploits, you had to mask your disgust. And yet now, you had killed so easily in that pit as he had in the arena. What was this place doing to you?

When you left Caladan, Paul had never killed anyone either. You wonder if he ever does, would he feel the same exhilaration you did when you slit that first concubine's throat. No. Your brother was fierce but, like your father, he had a good heart. You beat him by three. You hoped it would stay that way.

You think about your future here, marrying Feyd-Rautha. Producing heir after heir under the Baron's watchful eye. You were a broodmare. Despite all your fancy training and education. Despite your little demonstration earlier. It was the bitter truth.

You missed home. You missed walking along the beach at night with your father. You missed your mother's gentle hands brushing your hair. You missed the banter and teasing with your brother. You missed Gurney, and Duncan, and the cold breeze on your balcony, and getting to roam free and going anywhere you pleased. When the tears come, you sink deep into the bath so they might fade away in the water.

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[trensu]

It's Will that gives him the idea.

"we don't really celebrate father's day anymore," he had said awkwardly, "but I can't hang out anyway."

"why not?" Dustin demanded. He was gonna end up bored and alone because he didn't celebrate the holiday and everyone else had plans. he had been counting on Will to keep him company.

"I'm gonna get Jonathan a new record and I want to listen to it with him," he said.

"can't he get his own records? C'mon, we could go to the arcade or something."

"no, Dustin," his tone took on a stubborn edge that made Dustin pause. "He's my brother and I love him, and he's the only guy besides Bob who's ever even tried to look out for me. So I'm sorry but I'm gonna be busy on Sunday."

Dustin didn't argue after that but it did get him thinking which is why on Sunday morning he biked all the way over to Loch Nora and started banging on Steve's door.

"what do you want, Henderson?" Steve sighed the most dramatic put upon sigh Dustin had ever heard.

"you're not my dad--"

"wow you really are genius!"

"shut up, shut up, listen to me!"

"okay, geez, I'm listening."

"you're not my dad and I don't want you to be my dad. I don't even really want a dad! Lots of dads aren't even that great and my mom already has the single parent thing down. But you taught me how to do my hair and how to talk to girls - even though that advice sucked, I didn't need it to get Suzie at all - and you're gonna teach me how to drive--"

"woah, hey, no I never said I'd do that, wh--"

"--and you've saved my life but I think we're even because I've saved your life too."

"Henderson don't you have anything better to do than harass me in my own home?" Steve said. he was using that exasperated tone he got when he knew he wasn't keeping up with what was going on but didn't want to admit it.

"actually no I don't but I'm here for a reason," he reached into his backpack and took out the gift he clumsily wrapped with scraps of brown paper bags. He shoved it into Steve's hands. "You're basically the only adult male figure in my life. And I appreciate you."

Steve squinted at the gift and then at Dustin and at the gift again before he said fussily "is this a prank? If something gross explodes from this, I swear to god, I'll--"

"Just open it, Steve!"

"Fine, fine, keep your shirt on," Steve said and tore off the paper. He blinked and in a softer tone said, "Oh."

"I don't know if you even like making models but I know you love cars and this kit looked just like yours, so yeah."

Steve stared at the kit some more. Dustin started to fidget. It was always better to be honest with your feelings but maybe this was too much for Steve. Maybe Steve didn't like him as much as Dustin did. Steve was not as enlightened about these things as Dustin.

"I've never made a model before."

Dustin hunched his shoulders and tried not to feel stupid or hurt. He should have expected this. They weren't even related. This was probably too weird. He reached out to take the gift back.

"it's fine, I can return it, whatever."

Steve raised the kit out of Dustin's reach.

"Hey, this is mine," he said.

"you don't even like it!"

"I never said that! I'm just gonna need a dweeby little nerd to help me build it. You know anybody like that?" Steve asked, batting his eyes innocently.

"you're such a dick," Dustin grumbled, fighting back a grin.

"watch your language!"

"shut up, you're not my dad."

Steve laughed as Dustin shoved his way into the house. Hours later, after much shouting and ribbing and one incident of spilled paint, a small model of the beemer was left to dry while Steve forced Dustin to watch the baseball game on TV with him. It wasn't the worst thing ever, and after Steve mentioned the statistics involved, it got way more interesting ("of course you'd like the math part, you weirdo" "you don't understand the stats do you" "shut up and watch the game, Henderson"). When the paint was dry, Dustin followed Steve upstairs and watched him carefully and deliberately place the model between a couple of sports trophies.

"yeah, I guess it looks pretty cool," Steve said with exaggerated nonchalance. "Now beat it, kid. your mom's gonna freak if you're not home when she gets back from work."

"can you give me a ride?"

"ugh, fine."

Dustin grinned. This had been, hands down, the best father's day ever. From the look on Steve's face when he placed the model, Dustin was pretty sure he agreed.

[ariaste]

so i'm reading Interview With the Vampire for the first time in twenty years and this shit is SO FUCKING FUNNY like. god.

like there you are, being louis, having your beautiful elegant grief over the death of your brother and this random vampire partially eats you on your doorstep one night and then rocks up the next night pretending to be a Really Cool Elegant Suave Guy like "bonjouuuuur do u want to be a vampire [drapes self elegantly all over the room] i could do that for you" and then you're like "wow okay [privately noticing all the hot things about him]" and then he makes you a vampire and you're like "wow he is holding me like a lover and i have some unspecified Feelings about it, he is radiant, he is so beautiful, golly" and then to everyone's disappointment but particularly yours, this allegedly cool suave elegant vampire proceeds to immediately drop the act and reveal that he is the least cool person who has genuinely ever existed, in fact he is absolutely intolerable and a Whole Ass Moron, and all you can do is stare in incredulity and mounting contempt as he blithely installs his REAL DAD in your house without asking or even communicating in advance that he HAD a dad (you are bewildered to discover that vampires have dads or at least this weirdo does for some reason???), and starts spending your money like he's the sugar baby in this situation (and to your horror you realize that he IS ACTUALLY THE SUGAR BABY IN THIS SITUATION, HOW DID HE CON YOU INTO THIS) and you're immediately like "fuck fuck fuck fuck i've made a huge mistake" and start keeping an eye out for any local vampire divorce lawyers and making a mental note of every single wrong he commits so that a couple centuries later you can bitch about them to a random reporter you just met like

oh the bitching, oh the sass. "had he any native intelligence" i'm crying. "characteristic lack of common sense" not even the common sense god gave a gnat, yeah wow ur right. "i was tempted to say 'yes you are', but I didn't" YOU SHOULD HAVE, BABE, YOU WERE JUSTIFIED god the moral high ground here is two inches high

And then there's this whole tangent about "yeah and then after a while Lestat got this fang-crush on this random neighbor boy -- you know, like when you see a random neighbor boy and you reeaaaaaally want to eat him?? anyway i told him not to eat the neighbor boy, including physically wrestling him in the rain to keep him from pouncing on the neighbor boy while the neighbor boy was having a little rapier duel with someone, but lestat was wily and slippery and uh well that was it for the neighbor boy" like god lestat is so fucking stupid (affectionate), he's LITERALLY going around louis' house like ":) wow you have nice plates. and glasses! I miss glasses. wait i know I'LL PUT A RAT IN THE GLASS [hunts around in the grass for a rat while Louis watches in bewilderment from the window] [gets a rat] [pours the rat into the glass] [elegant sip] [complains that it gets cold too fast] [inexplicably smashes the glass when he's done with it?????? for vibes i guess?????]" the exasperation. the outrage. this is not what Louis signed up for. he thought HE was going to be the sugar baby. he thought he was getting swept off his feet and Romanced and shit. where is the hot vampire who was like "oooh louis let's be together forever" and why has he been replaced with this blond moron in his house, breaking his THINGS, having a dad who he yells at???? and being very polite to guests actually

like. pals Lestat was the original cringefail emo poser boyfriend and none of us deserve to stand in his presence. Louis is so embarrassed to have ever associated with him. this book is a comedy.

tbh tho raise a glass for lestat tho who wiggled his lil self into New Orleans like "step one, find sugar daddy to keep track of my money :))))) and marry him" like yeah he's embarrassing to know but to his credit the man DOES know how to invent and execute a plan with impressive efficiency while vastly outmaneuvering anyone with allegedly more common sense, so who's the real moron in this situation, hm???

[iveantive]

prompt: yujin gets jealous

or

yujin catches rei flirting with a boy

TW: g!p, rough sex, choking, breath play, watersports, degradation, blowjobs, biting, belly bulge, size kink

"Are you gonna do something about that, or just keep staring at them from afar like a weirdo?" Wonyoung rolled her eyes. 

Yujin had to have been watching Rei for the past half an hour. The younger girl had stated that she was off to use the bathroom. Initially, it really raised no suspicion, but after 15 minutes went by, and still no sign of the younger girl. Their team's staff had sent Yujin off to go look for her; after all, as the leader, it was one of her duties to look after the members anyway. So, really, she couldn’t say no. 

And that's how she found Rei leaning her head against the wall and smiling from ear to ear in front of some boy group member that Yujin really didn't care enough to learn the name of. The boy's hand was on the wall next to Rei's head as they talked. From where Yujin was standing, she wasn't even able to tell what the boy and the Japanese girl were talking about. However, she knew for a fact that there was no way that boy could be that interesting. 

The boy continued to talk to Rei, and Yujin could feel the temperature in her body rising at the sight. She stared at the pair, the boy slowly inching his way closer to the Japanese girl as they talked. And that's when Yujin saw a noticeable shift in Rei. Her eyes fluttered closed. If Yujin didn't know the younger girl so well, she would almost mistake it as a flirtatious gesture. 

But she knew her better than that.

As Rei fluttered her eyes at the boy, her eyes flickered over to the side. She was looking at Yujin. Making the older girl clench her jaw in anger. The Japanese girl knew Yujin was there yet she kept up the same flirty gestures to the boy in front of her. If not for the other idols and staffers in the room, Yujin would have had no issue with putting her hands on that poor boy and shoving him back to his unknown group. 

And she was just about to, if not from hearing Wonyoung come up behind her. 

"Rei knows I'm here, and she is still flirting with that stupid guy." Yujin tried to keep her emotions under control. 

"And since when did you care about what she does?" Wonyoung couldn't help but laugh. It was so out of character for the older girl. Sure, Yujin cared for each of the members on a colleague level, but beyond that, whatever matters went on in their personal lives, Yujin typically couldn't care less. 

"I-I don't, it's just infuriating watching her twinkle her eyes at some guy for attention" Yujin watched as the guy ran his hands through his hair and bit his lip as he stared down the Japanese girl. Who did nothing but nod stupidly at his every word. 

"Again, Yujin, why do you even care? You flirt with girls all the time. Why can't Rei have a little fun of her own?" Wonyoung shrugged. 

"Oh, so you're defending her?" Yujin sounded almost offended.

"No, I'm just putting my two cents in. If you really have an issue with it, go make up so stupid leader shit and drag her back over here," Wonyoung threw her hands up in defeat as she walked away. 

And that's just what she did as she made a beeline towards Rei—completely ignoring the various other idols and staffers who were staring at her. None of them wanted to be in the way of whatever mission Yujin was on. She, by all means, stomped her way over, putting a firm hand on Rei’s shoulder and making eye contact with the boy she was talking to. 

“We’re up soon, sorry we have to go” Yujin said in the most polite tone she could in contrast to her threatening gaze. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” The boy rubbed the back of his neck. 

“No, we don’t we still have an hour.” Rei pulled out her phone, indicating the time. And really Yujin couldn’t argue with that. They really didn’t have to be back in their dressing room for at least another half an hour. 

So, she had to come up with another excuse. 

“Yeah, well, the managers need you.” Yujin began to tighten her grasp on the Japanese girl. Almost as if it was a warning sign. And Yujin could have sworn she saw the faintest of smirk come from the younger girl as one side of the corner of her mouth raised. 

“Then tell them I’ll be there in a few minutes. I’m busy.” Rei rolled her eyes at the older. 

“I-if this is a bad t-time, I can just go.” The boy was seemingly able to catch onto the strange tension between the two girls.

“Yeah, it is a bad time” Yujins tone was stern and low. 

“Aw, well, maybe next time! At least let me get your number” Rei smiled as she passed her phone to the boy. Ignoring the nails that were digging into her shoulder by that point. 

Rei waved the boy goodbye as she got dragged away by the older girl. Yujin had one hand around Rei’s wrist, her grip tight, not even giving the chance for the Japanese girl to break away if she tried. She continued to drag Rei back all the way to their dressing room, which, thankfully, at the moment, was vacant except for the two. 

She shoved the younger girl into the corner and towered over her. 

“What the hell was that?” Yujin spat. 

“What a little jealous Yujinie?” Rei pushed back the older girl. Not one to back down, she stared back into Yujins eyes. 

“No, I just can’t believe you’d fuck that guy,” Yujin scoffed. 

“Watch yourself, Yujinie. You’re sounding a bit jealous,” Rei said with a chuckle. 

Yujin said nothing. 

“So what is it then? Why do you care what I do?” Rei stared into Yujins eyes wanting a genuine answer from the older girl. But knew she wasn’t going to get one. She watched as Yujin’s jaw clenched as she prepared to open her mouth.  

“I’m wondering why you’re acting like a slut” Yujins voice was filled with venom as she spoke.

“Me a slut? How many girls have you slept with in the past month?” Rei scoffed. The younger girl wasn’t stupid. She saw all the girl's numbers Yujin would get. Almost to the point, she had girls lining up outside their dressing room just to drop Yujin their numbers. And, of course, Yujin would accept every single one. She couldn’t even begin to count how many times she’d caught the older girl sneaking out or, on the other side, sneaking a girl out of their dorm. She’s just lucky Leeseo hasn’t seen them.

Yujin opened her mouth to speak before closing it again. 

“Hanni, Chaewon, Minju, Chaeryeong don't even want to know how Chaeyeon felt about that one. And most recently fucking Somi. You want me to keep going?” Rei was just beginning to scratch the surface of girls she’s witnessed sneak out of their dorm. 

“T-that's different,” Yujin remarked. 

“Yeah? How?” Rei rolled her eyes not believing the words that came from Yujins mouth. 

Once again, Yujin was silent.

“You get everyone you want. Why can’t I have someone, too?” Rei couldn’t help but feel a certain pit in her stomach as she spoke the last few words. While Yujin snapped herself out of it, she wouldn’t take that for her ego's sake. 

“Yeah, I do get everyone I want.” Yujin leaned in and pressed her lips against Rei’s, feeling her try to push her off. But after a couple of moments, she leaned into it.

Their brief moment of intimacy was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and the jiggling of a doorknob. Immediately, the pair broke away, going to separate corners of the room and fixing themselves to be more presentable. With Rei’s lipstick smeared, and remnants of pulled fabrics on Yujins outfit. 

As they prepared to take the stage and Yujin was behind Rei for the formation, she leaned in close to the younger girl's ear. 

“Tonight, my room”.  

-

"Fuck" Rei seethed through her teeth. As her back met the hard concrete wall behind her. 

"Would it kill you to be a bit softer?" She pushed the offender's hands off her. 

"Why should I? We both know you like it this way," Yujin said with a smirk. Just bruting past Rei's hands that were trying to push hers away. Finally managing to get them where she wanted, she tugged at the fabric of the younger girl's long-sleeved shirt. 

"If you want me to take it off, fine, just don't rip this one like you did the other two," Rei spat at the older girl. 

"Takes too long." The sound of ripping fabric rang out, and loose buttons could be seen falling between the both of them. Yujin, with a sly grin on her face, tore the blouse down the middle even more till the rip was clean through the middle. Exposing the younger girl bra clad chest and tummy. Rei had what could only be described as an unamused expression on her face. She wouldn't ever admit it to the older girl, but she did find it so arousing how desperate Yujin was to see her skin bare. 

"You're buying me a new one" Rei pushed Yujin away as she stripped herself of her now ruined blouse along with unclasping her bra and tossing it to the side. 

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Yujin had barely let the younger girl breathe before she had so easily picked Rei up and tossed her on the bed. Yujin followed suit, flipping Rei so she was lying on her stomach. 

"Hands and knees, come on" Yujin had raised one of her hands up before she brought it back down, making contact with Rei's still-clothed ass. The Japanese girl let out a loud gasp before she quickly bit her lip to stifle anymore sound that threatened to fall from her lips. 

"God, you're such an asshole" Rei couldn't help herself. She still unconsciously followed Yujins orders. She grabbed a nearby pillow, tucked it under her chin, and held it close to her chest while she settled herself on her knees. 

"Don't act like you don't like it; we both know how this goes, Rei-ah. You pretend to be annoyed at me when I know how wet you are for me." Rei rolled her eyes at the nickname. She knows Yujin is right. They've gone down this same exact road more times in the past years than she could count. It always started the same. But that didn't mean it wasn't fun to annoy the older girl. 

"Not even. I could get anybody I want. I'm just settling for you." Rei looked back at Yujin before sticking her tongue out at the older, only riling Yujin up more as she had made her way to the bed. Stradling the younger girl, feeling her wriggle under as she let out little grunts with every movement. 

She couldn't help herself as she admired Rei's bare back. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned from the hot summer weather. The tiny moles that marked her back. She'd be damned if she let Rei around anybody else. She should be the only one who could see Rei like this. The memories of mere hours before raged in her mind as she recalled that stupid boy who even dared to look, never mind touch, what was hers. 

Yujin roughly grabbed Rei by her hair with one hand as her other one found its way up to her mouth. She took Rei's chin in between her forefingers and her thumb, then squeezed. She bent forward so her lips were close to Rei's ear. While she was this close to the younger girls she was able to hear the quickened exhales through her nose.

"You're much better when you're quiet," Yujin purred into Rei's ear, hearing the loud gasp that left her mouth. Thankful for the position she put them in, she was able to keep Rei's wiggling body still as she struggled under her. 

"We both know that's not true," Rei scoffed. 

"I  know how much you love when I moan your name when you're fucking me. I just feel that good, right Yujinie?" Rei smiled the best she could despite Yujins hand disrupting her ability to do so. 

There definitely was truth to Rei's words. No matter how many girls Yujin had slept with over the years, none of them came close to sounding how good Rei did. She didn't think that moans could even really sound cute until it came to Rei. Prior to the Japanese girl, Yujin knew that when a girl moaned, it meant she must like what was happening. But, it never did much for her. Matter of fact, she might even go as far as to say she found other girls' moans a bit annoying, over-exaggerated, or, on the contrary, too quiet.

Whenever she heard Rei's moans, it was like her body went into overload when all she could think about was making her feel good. All she wanted to do was keep thrusting faster, keeping her fingers curved just right, or flicking her tongue in the right way. It was different. Dare she even say a bit strange for her to even care about the person who was under her?

However, she couldn't let her demeanor falter just yet. She still wanted to have some fun. 

"No. I said you're better when you're quiet," Yujin growled as she pulled harder onto Rei's hair till she was effectively looking back at her. Her other hand changed its position to cover the Japanese girl's mouth roughly. Yujin saw how Rei's eyes widened pupils shook as she held her by her hair. She could feel the panic set in for the younger girl. Rei's breath tickled her palm as she tried to take in more air. 

Yujin felt Rei struggling in her tight grasp. The way she kept trying to shake her head free from her arms. The younger girl's attempts to use her own hands to push away Yujin were met with no success. She tried to reach her hands up and use her nails to scratch at Yujins arm to get it off her. But Rei knew the older girl was much stronger than her. She continued to struggle under the hands of Yujin till an idea popped into her head. She waited for just the right moment when Yujin's fingers would rearrange their position ever so slightly.

"God, what the fuck" Yujin yelped. As she had, in fact, let Rei go. Looking down at her middle finger, which had started to draw blood. She looked towards Rei, who, in the midst of this, had managed to wriggle her way out from under her with a couple of droplets of blood dripping from her lips. 

It was Rei's turn now. Yujin could act as tough as she wanted, but Rei knew better. She knew exactly how to make the older girl's confident demeanor shatter. 

The idiot was still looking down at her fingers at the not-even-deep bite on her skin. And Rei took this moment of opportunity to strike. She pushed Yujin back on the back, catching the older girl off guard. 

'"It's just a little pain, Yujinie. Can't handle it?" Rei said with a smirk. Yujin's head is now resting against the headboard of the bed. Rei straddled the older girl's lap. Feeling her bulge press up against her clothed front. 

"There's nothing I can't handle." Yujin laughed the younger girl off. Admiring the view in front of her. While Rei internally cringed at the older girl's wording. She really doesn't understand how Yujin managed to pull so many girls when that's her choice of words. 

Rei leaned down, pressing her lips against Yujins as she began to grind down on her. She deepened their kiss. Running her tongue along her lips, Yujin opened her mouth, letting their kiss fall deeper. She felt one of Yujins hands inch its way up her thigh making contact with the waistband of her shorts. 

Yujin pulled away from the kiss and used her other hand to push Rei's face closer to her. She ran her lips against the shell of her ear. 

"Take it off," Yujin rasped in her ear. Rei could feel the shivers down her spine as the older girl talked to her. The tone of her voice had lowered an octave as it hit her eardrums. 

"Y-you first," Rei retorted. Her voice was starting to falter as she felt Yujins fingers starting to sneak beneath her shorts. 

"Oh, don't be like that, baby; we both know how much you want it." Yujin slid her fingers underneath the fabric. Ghosting her finger over the younger girl's panties. She could feel the heat radiating off her clothed core. Yujin looked up at Rei, her eyes staring back at her. Gone was the fire and rage in her eyes instead, replaced with a soft gaze. 

"Tell me you want it." Yujin cupped Rei's chin with her free hand. Using her thumb to caress her cheeks. While the hand beneath the Japanese girl's shorts was lightly brushing her fingers over the clothed pussy. She was able to find her clit over the fabric and slowly drag her finger over the sensitive nub. She heard Rei let out a breathy moan. 

Instead of replying to the older girl, Rei opted to just ignore her. However that didn't stop the absolute throbbing of her core that was craving more. She dragged her hips down, trying to feel more pressure against her sensitive core. Letting out a loud moan as Yujins fingers pressed on her clit head-on.

Yujin knew precisely what the Japanese girl was doing. And if she wanted to act like that, so be it. She started to lightly rub the younger girl's clit. Letting her digits glide over her clothed slit. She was practically able to feel the slick leaking from the girl on top of her, threatening to leak out of her panties and onto her fingers. Yujin could hear the muffled moans that were falling from Rei's mouth. In the midst of her movement, Rei's hands had found their way up to her own mouth making a futile attempt at hiding her moans. 

"Come on, Rei-ah, all you need to do is say the word," Yujin hummed. She watched the younger girl shoot her a harsh glance that was contrary to the way she was biting her lip under her hand to keep herself quiet. 

"Should I feel how wet you are for me?" Yujin glided her fingers under Rei's panties just right over her hip bone. Letting her fingers feel the younger girl's soft skin against her fingertips as they got horribly close to where Rei needed it most. 

Rei thrashed her hips against the older girl as she shook her head no, which did little to stop Yujin from getting her free hand to tightly grip her thighs to halt her movements.

"Aww, don't be like that, Rei-ah." Yujin's fingers rubbed the outer folds of the Japanese girl's hot core, resulting in Rei letting out a high-pitched moan she couldn't react fast enough to stifle. Yujin smirked as her fingers fully slid under Rei's panties, swiping her fingers across her slit. She heard another moan ring in her ears as she did so. She continued to tease the younger girl, slowly getting closer to dipping her fingers in Rei’s sopping wet core just to go back to rubbing the outside of her folds and gliding her fingers through the slick only to rub the wetness back onto Rei's skin. 

She looked back up at Rei, seeing tears starting to form in her eyes as she continued her teasing movements. Yujin almost felt bad for the girl if not for remembering the bullshit she had seen hours prior. It didn't help that the younger girl looked absolutely beautiful her chest was flushed red. Her lips were swollen, and her eyes glossed over. At this point, even she was starting to get a little desperate. Her boner had been straining her pants for the better part of an hour. Yujin's grip on Rei's thigh was still strong and hard as she pinched her skin to gain her attention back.

"Say you want it," Yujin purred into her ear. Her fingers were wet with slick as they rested over Rei's wet pussy. 

Rei couldn't hold it any longer. She knew she was dripping all over herself and Yujin. She could feel it. It wasn't even worth hiding it anymore. With every moment that went by, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to cumming. And she knows Yujin would never let her live it down if she came without even having the older girl inside her yet. She needed Yujin. She needed to feel her thick length stretch her out. And fuck her till she was sore.

"I-I want it," Rei muttered. 

That was all Yujin needed to hear as she had removed her hands from Rei's core and practically tore off the remainder of the younger girl's clothes, tossing her shorts and soiled panties to the side. And in a just as quick manner, she was able to tug her pants down just enough to let her cock spring out. The cold air of the hotel room made her shudder as pre cum had already started to drip down her length. 

"That's a good girl." Yujin lightly tapped Rei's cheeks with one of her free hands. 

It felt like it wasn't even another second before Yujin lined up her length with Rei's core. And started to push her tip in. The younger girl let out a loud, breathy moan as she collapsed onto Yujin. She wrapped her arms around the older girl's neck and buried her head into her shoulder as she felt the pressing of Yujins cock enter her. 

Inch by inch, Rei could feel Yujin stretching her out. Letting out shaky moans in the crook of her neck. But Yujin knew she could take it. She knew how much the younger girl loved the stretch of her cock inside her. The first time they had hooked up, Yujin couldn't help but be overwhelmed with concern as she had felt the younger girls' nails gripping their bedsheets so hard, biting her lip to the point it had started to bleed. But all Rei did was tell her to keep going. That's how she knew how much Rei loved the burning pain of being stretched out. She wanted to feel every inch of her, no matter how much it hurt in the beginning. 

Yujin continued to feed more of her length into Rei, the guttural moans she was letting out only urging her to bottom out inside her. When she had finally done so, she could feel the sweat dripping from Rei's body onto her own. She held the Japanese girl to her chest as she let her get used to the pressing length inside her. 

Rei could feel every single inch of the older girl deep inside her. And she loved it. She really does hate to admit how compatible they were when all they did when they weren't fucking was bicker. She began to subtly grind her hips down on Yujins cock. The stretch only made her moan even louder. 

"God, you're such a slut" Yujin said with a chuckle as she pushed Rei off of her. Leaving her staring back at her. 

"Don't even act like you don't like this." Rei rolled her eyes. As she very strategically she might add clenched around Yujin. Hearing the older girl let a low groan fall from her lips. 

"You're right. I do like this" The older girl had basically slammed into Rei with a hard thrust. Making her let out a loud guttural moan. She kept her hands on Rei's thighs for leverage. She began to thrust up into the Japanese girl's hot core.

"F-fuck y-you're s-so a-annoying," Rei got out between breathy moans. She kept her hands steady on Yujins waist as she tried to meet Yujins thrusts. Only to be met with Yujins nails digging into her skin to get her to stop.

"No. You'll take what I give you," Yujin said with a growl. She planted her feet on the bed and began to thrust. She was setting a hard and deep pace with every movement of her hip. She watched Rei's loll to the side with every harsh thrust. 

Rei had looked absolutely entrancing. With every thrust of her hips, her breasts moved in tandem. She couldn't help but reach out and cupped one of the younger girl's breasts. Squeezing the soft flesh between her fingers, causing Rei to moan. 

Yujin was already able to tell that the younger girl was inching closer and closer to her orgasm. With every harsh snap of her hips, she could feel Rei tightening around her. The way her moans had started to sound needier and needier were both a tale tell sign she was getting close. 

Yujin set both of her hands back on the Japanese girl's hips as she slowed her movements down with them becoming less fast but much harder. She enjoyed the harsh slapping noise of their skin meeting with every hard thrust. Which she knew all too well would make the girl on top of her tip over the edge. Every moan that fell from her mouth started to blend together in a long string of needy whines. 

Till she had finally fallen over the edge with one last loud moan, her body tensed up and shook as she came. Yujin didn't let up and instead kept up the same pace fucking her through the hot wet tightness. Now just wanting to chase after her own orgasm.  

"S-stop" Was the next word that Yujin heard fall from the younger girl's mouth. And for a split second, she almost did. If not for them having a conversation like this before. It was out of habit that after her first orgasm, Rei was always sensitive and would give verbal indicators that she wanted to stop. However, after some much post orgasm discussion, Yujin knew that wasn't true. The younger girl always just fell overwhelmed for the moment, proceeding to her orgasm while her mind and body wanted more.

So, Yujin didn't stop. She kept going. Only after her own orgasm now she go back to her original pace. Hard and fast, just how she liked it. She could feel the burning in her abs telling her to stop, but she kept going. She looked at the girl on top of her eyes clouded with tears that were threatening to spill over. She could already feel Rei coming close to her orgasm again.

Yujin set her hands around the younger girl's waist, running her fingers over her lower stomach, feeling the slight bump that would come through with every thrust. She began to press down, enjoying the extra pressure against her tip.

"O-oh f-fuck Y-Yujin S-stop," Rei was just barely able to get out. However, Yujin kept on inching closer and closer to her own orgasm.

"G-gonna cum" Yujin warned the younger girl as she continued with the hard fast pace. Pressing on the subtle bump on Rei's tummy harder as she got closer. It was different this time, though; there was a new wetness that was there that definitely wasn't there before. But she couldn't even focus on it as it only made thrusting into Rei easier.

Yujin slid her thumb down and started to rub the younger girl's clit. She wanted the younger girl to cum with her. She wanted Rei to feel her as she pumped her load into her. Resulting in her letting out a loud cry. With a gush of wetness that flowed out of her. At the same time, her hot core clenched around the older girl. After a few more brutal moments, Yujin came with a loud grunt as her thrust started to fizzle out in intensity. Her load shot deep into the girl above her. 

Rei had once again fallen onto the older girl, catching her breath. While Yujin, at the same time, recovered from her own intense orgasm with a shaky breath. The pair stayed like that in silence. Not one of them even wanted to attempt to break the stillness of tranquility the pair found themselves in. 

That was until Yujin was starting to become more aware of the soaked sheets under her. Not to brag or anything but she has had some experience with ruining hotel sheets. And for some reason, this time, it had felt different. It was almost like it was wetter. The dots had started to connect in her head, recalling the gush of wetness on her when Rei had cum for the second time. 

"Did you piss on me?"

"to be fair, I warned you, and I prefer the term squirting."

"What the fuck"

"There isn't a difference anyway. Let me guess, you haven't made a girl squirt before." 

Yujin started to recall back to prior experience. Was the younger girl trying to gaslight her or something? She is so sure she has had girls squirt on her before, but it wasn't like this.

"Hold on, I definitely have, and this isn't it."

"They're the same thing. And it seems like little Yujin didn't mind." Rei rocked her hips, being able to feel Yujin's hard length still pressing inside her.

"After all that, you still wanna go again? You're such a slut, you know that, right?" Yujin scoffed while at the same intentionally pushing her length deeper inside of the younger girl. Making Rei let out a loud moan for the nth time that night followed by her seething her teeth. 

"And what does that say about you? You're still hard" Rei teased as she clenched her walls around the older girl. 

"Mmmm, he says he wants to go again, too." Yujin clicked her tongue before she, by all means, knocked Rei off of her, changing their positions. So, the Japanese girl was the one with her head towards the headboard.

"Did you just call your dick he?" Rei quirked an eyebrow as she leaned her head against the pillow.

 "Yeah, what about it?" Yujin pulled the remainder of her clothes off and tossed them off to the side before she settled back between the younger girl's legs. 

"Well, that doesn't make any sense. You're a girl. Why is your dick a guy" Rei looked at Yujin with a look between disgusted and weirded out. Watching the older girl look to the side and cross her arms seemingly to actually go into thought for a second. 

"Just feels right," Yujin shrugged. As she gave her length a couple of strokes, and before she was even able to look down again, Rei had lunged forward, taking the head of her cock into her mouth. Starting to suck on the tip.

"F-fuck," Yujin gritted her teeth with every movement from the younger girl. She couldn't help but shudder under her touch. She was still feeling sensitive from her previous orgasm. And yet she didn't want Rei to stop. She reached for the younger girl, instinctively gliding her fingers through her soft hair. Feeling her lean into her touch as she took more of her length into her mouth. 

The warm, wet feeling of the younger girl's mouth felt so good around her. Almost like Rei was trying to pull her in deeper. Yujin needed to feel more of her. With her hands still settled on the younger girl's head, she pushed down on her as she tried to push her dick deeper into Rei's throat.

Only for Rei to push her in an attempt to shove her away. Which was met with little success as Yujin kept a firm hand on the younger girl, being able to keep her close to her. Yujin could feel every last vibration around her cock from what she would guess was Rei trying to say something in protest to her current situation. Just making the smirk on her face grow even wider as she indulged in the ministrations she put upon the younger. 

She supposed she should be glad this wasn't their first go around. She knew the younger girl well enough that she wouldn't choke on her cock. But that didn't mean that she didn't get any satisfaction from watching her suck her off. 

"You wanted this, so take it," Yujin gritted through her teeth, letting a low groan fall from her lips. 

Rei couldn't help but roll her eyes at the older girl's words. Sure, she may literally have Yujins cock in her mouth and maybe enjoyed that said cock in her mouth. At the same time, though, Yujin annoyed her like no other. The absolutel audacity that the older girl had to say that to her when Rei knew Yujin wanted it just as much as her. 

She dug her nails into Yujins thighs in another attempt at getting her to stop. Just to me met with a harsh singe of pain to run through her body. She realized that the older girl had pulled her hair. 

"Stay still," Yujin spat, keeping the tight grip she had on the younger girl. Only making Rei want to resist even more. But she couldn't physically move if she tried. She couldn't deny the power Yujin had over her. 

However, she could could counter her.

 Rei had to admit she had been saving this one for a while now. She had just been waiting for the perfect moment. And the position she was as better time as any to do it. Ever so slightly, she brought her teeth down, letting them lightly graze the sensitive skin. Hearing a high-pitched gasp come from the older girl. If her mouth wasn't full at the moment, she knew, she'd be grinning from ear to ear at being able the ones to exude those sounds from Yujin.

She focused back on the problem at hand (or you could say mouth) and sunk her teeth deeper into Yujins cock. 

The following moments were a blur, with Yujin immediately pulling out with a scream and a very high-pitched one at that. And holding her little yujin in her hands to check the damage (there wasn't any). Before she centered back on the younger girl, who was sitting back against the headboard of the bed with a shit-eating grin on her face. 

"What's wrong with you!" Yujin yelled out. She was able to practically see her face turn red from anger as she looked at the perpetrator. 

"You wouldn't let me go." Rei tilted her head and shrugged at the older girl. She watched as Yujin had a moment of contemplation before she looked back at the younger her eyes darkened as they focused back on Rei. 

With rough hands, Yujin took Rei's ankles and yanked her down, resulting in her head hitting the pillow below her with a loud thud. She pushed the younger girls' thighs apart and settled between them. Despite the minor injury done to her member, it was still as hard as ever ready to go again. Yujin reached one of her hands up in a quick motion and held her hand against Rei's throat. A loud gasp sounded out when the Japanese girl felt the pressure pressing down on her windpipe. 

"Now I really won't let you go," Yujin had got close to the younger girl's ear and whispered. Feeling the ragged breaths, Rei was letting out, tickling her skin. 

"Pl-ple-please," the Japanese girl muttered between breaths.

"Aw, please, what? Use your words, Rei-ah." Yujin stared deep into the younger girl's eyes as she taunted her. And at that same moment, she was able to feel the faint tugging at her arm. She looked to see her hands out reached, trying to pull her hand off. Only making Yujin let out a snort as she pressed her palm against the front of Rei's throat and used her fingers to squeeze the sides of her neck. 

The younger girl could be seen mouthing words in an attempt to talk to the older. However her attempts at any communication were met with indifference by Yujin. She stayed true to her words in not letting go. Rei couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, only being able to feel the sensation of Yujins hands pressing against her throat. And the brief relief when she would loosen her grip to let her breathe before going back to the tight grip. 

"Cats got you're tongue, huh," Yujin said with a laugh. 

"You know, Rei-ah, this is all your fault. All. Of. It." the older girl made sure to eunciate her words with the pressing grip on the youngers throat.

"Just couldn't help yourself. Acting like a slut in front of that fucking boy. When we both know you only want me," Yujins voice was low and rough as she forced eye contact with the helpless girl. She was able to feel Rei gulp against her palm with every insulting profanity she threw at the younger. And more importantly she was able to feel her trying to wiggle her hips.

Catching Yujins attention as she looked down looking at how wet the younger girl was. Their combined fluids leaked out of her in combination with a new wave of wetness that flowed out. 

'And look at you still getting off to this," Yujin scoffed.

"But, I'll hand it to you, Rei-ah. You were right. I really can't get enough of your pussy" Yujin said before she plunged her length into the younger girl's soaked core. Making the Japanese girl let out a loud, choked moan as she began a rough, brutal pace. Her only goal in mind really was to make the younger girl suffer for her actions. 

Yujin had one hand still firmly around Rei's throat while the other one was pressing on the stomach, loving being able to feel herself through her tummy. And already the younger girl's eyes were glossed over, just barely being able to tell she was looking at her. Yujin loved every second of it (not that she would ever admit it), but she absolutely thrived the most when Rei would bend to whims. Whether it be of her own will or not, she loved it. 

She kept plunging her length into the younger girl's hot core, hearing the little pants that fell from Rei's lips with every thrust of her hips. In comparison, Rei's mind could only focus on one thing. Yujin. Her senses were only able to feel, smell, and think of Yujin. How much she hated her. How much she wanted her. But, in every sense of the word, it was all her. 

Not once while Yujin was fucking Rei did her eye contact ever falter from the younger girl. Just building the tension in the air for the both of them. As Yujins pace would just not let up as she kept fucking into Rei, only ever letting out rough groans in between every thrust. By this point, they were both covered in sweat from pure overexertion. Both felt exhausted, but neither daring to want to call it quits just yet.

Yujin could feel herself getting closer and closer to her orgasm with every thrust of her hips. But she needed more. With a rough push, she let go of the younger girl's throat at last. Not failing to miss the loud gasps of air coming from Rei. As Yujin hiked Rei's legs over her shoulders and chased after her own orgasm, She fell forward, both of her hands now beside Rei's head. She couldn't help but admire the work she had done. Rei's head was lolled to the side, her chest heaving. 

"You're mine. Only mine. Only I get to fuck you like this. No one else," Yujin growled as she kept up the pace. Feeling herself quickly approaching her orgasm. 

"Say it." Yujin spat at the younger girl. Not caring how fucked out Rei was, she wanted to hear her say it. But after not hearing a response from the girl, she brought one of her hands to her face and made contact with her cheek, hitting the younger girl. 

"Say. it." Yujin repeated herself. Watching the younger girl ever so slightly focus her gaze back onto her. 

"I-i’m y-yours," Rei was finally able to stutter out. 

And that was enough to send Yujin over the edge as she emptied herself into the younger girl with a loud moan. Collapsing onto Rei in the process. Who was letting out raggedy breaths against her ear. 

Yujin heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel her bangs sticking to her sweaty forehead. And more importantly she could still feel the younger girls walls tight around her. She could feel her own load threatening to drip out with every movement she made. So, she made a subtle attempt at pushing her limp length deeper into the Japanese girl.

She stared down at Rei, her eyes still hooded closed and her breath ragged, still trying to catch her own breath. The marks she had left on her neck were very much still visible. Most likely to start bruising in the following days. And just at that moment, the dull stinging in her back reminded her of the scratch that the younger girl had no doubt left on her. Yeah, their makeup artists were definitely going to have a word with them. Yujin couldn't help but laugh to herself. 

When that all too well urge made itself known. She needed to piss. Unsurprisingly, it was her normal routine after she came; she usually needed to piss. So, ever so slightly, she moved to pull out before she heard a whimper.

"N-no, n-not yet. P-please," she heard fall from Rei's mouth. She sounded so vulnerable, almost borderline pathetic, Yujin thought. She couldn't deny it, though she did find the sight rather amusing and, dare she say, cute. However, that didn't hinder the fact that she did still, in fact, have to piss at that moment. 

"Rei-ah, I have to go to the bathroom; I'll be back, okay?" Yujin reached to cup the younger girl's cheek and lightly caressed it as she spoke. 

Before she could even pull her hand away from Rei's cheek, she felt the Japanese girl's hand gripping her wrist.

"N-no," Rei pouted, pulling at Yujin to make her stay. The older girl sighed in defeat. How could she ever deny the younger girl what she wanted when she did that?

"O-okay, fine," Yujin reassured the younger girl, but she didn't feel her grip around her wrist loosen. The urge to piss was only getting stronger at this point. She tried to ignore it, though, as she leaned into the younger girl's touch. Pushing her hips ever so slightly to keep herself buried inside the Japanese girl. This proved to be a mistake as she felt her bladder being put pressure on by her stupidity. And, well, her being pressed up against Rei so closely. 

"Rei-ah, I really have to go. Can I just-" 

"Mmmm, N-no!" Rei pouted as she shook her head. 

Yujin couldn't even tell anymore if Rei was back to being able to think rationally or not. Her cheeks were still flushed, and walls were as tight as ever around her length. And the way she was speaking it was different. Usually, when they were done fucking sure, they'd cuddle for a few minutes after, but Rei was always quick to kick her to the side once she was able to think clearly again. 

She wondered what was different this time. 

Yujin couldn't wonder for long, though, as another wave of urge hit her. It was starting to get a bit painful at this point, if she was being honest. The dull pain of holding was starting to become a chore in itself. She looked down, seeing as Rei somehow had gotten a grip on both of her arms; there was no way she was getting out of this one. 

And that's when an idea popped into her head. She could, in theory, just go right now. She is almost certain Rei wouldn't care as long as she stayed inside her. Yujin had entirely made up her mind on her next move. It wasn't like they were staying in their own dorm anyway; they were in a hotel, at least a good few hundred feet away from the other members. However she did have a shred of dignity left not to do what she was about to do on the mattress she was going have to sleep on for the next two days. 

So she gathered Rei in her arms and lifted her up. Despite hearing pouts and whimpers of "no's from Rei, she kept them connected. As she made the tread to the shower, she was able to feel the dribbles of cum leaking out of the younger girl onto her. 

Yujin pushed Rei up against the tile of the enclosed shower. Hearing her let out another whimper as her bare back made contact with the cold tiled wall. Yujin was getting just about ready to burst at the seams at this moment. It was getting harder and harder for her to hold. But she wouldn't let go until she saw that Rei was reasonably comfortable. She saw how the Japanese girl's head was knocking against the cold tile ever so slightly. So, Yujin kept one of her hands behind her head. It was the most she could do at the moment to keep her at least somewhat comfortable. 

"Rei-ah, I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" Yujin looked at the younger girl to look out for any sort of response. To which she just got a blank stare and a hesitant nod from the girl. This was as good a response as any for this moment, Yujin thought to herself. 

It took a few moments, but Yujin was able to start going. Letting out a satisfied low moan as she did so. It was a strange feeling at first. As Rei was already wet, she wasn't really able to tell if there was a difference in feeling of the wetness the younger girl was providing and the one that was exiting her body. 

Her arms were starting to become sore forcing her to have to readjust ever so slightly. She hiked the underside of Rei's legs around her, forcing some of the warm fluid to leak down her legs. Partnered with a quiet moan falling from Rei's lips. Causing Yujin to tense up. Was Rei actually enjoying this, she thought? She was so sure at this point that the younger girl had to somehow still be out of it. There was no way there was a sane part of Rei that was enjoying this. 

However, Yujin didn't have to wonder anymore when she felt Rei starting to wriggle in her grasp and let out little incoherent noises. 

"M-more," Rei muttered in a barely audible tone. Causing Yujing eyes to practically bulge out of her head. But, who was she to deny the younger girl, and after all, she still did have to go? 

In the moments proceeding, her stream started to pick back up, and the light tightness around her had started to become comforting in a way. As she continued to piss, she was able to feel the pressure starting to build up. The feeling was comparable to continuing to drink water without swallowing. She had to make a conscious effort to keep pushing piss out.

"F-full," Rei once again stuttered in a hushed tone. The trickle of piss inside her at first was barely noticeable, but as Yujin kept going, she could feel the pressure in her lower stomach building and building. It felt almost pleasurable in a way, being so full in a different way than she had ever been before. 

"I-it's okay, R-rei-ah i-i'm almost done," Yujin gritted through her teeth. Having to actively make herself release the piss she had been holding. As she looked down between her and the younger girl, she could see the Japanese girl's tummy had started to bloat in a way that was barely noticeable. She couldn't help but be proud she did that. 

That was hers. 

With a final grunt, Yujin had finally emptied her bladder. She rested her head against Rei's. Feeling the younger girl's shallow breaths hitting her face. She could feel Rei clenching so tightly around her, almost like she didn't want to let go. Or perhaps she wanted to keep something in. But Yujin knew she had to pull out, her arms were starting to get tired of holding Rei up. 

"I-I'm gonna pull out, okay?" Yujin asked. Getting a nod in response from the Japanese girl. 

So, ever so slightly, she started to pull out. She could feel Rei's arms draped over her back as she did so. Yujin watched as the fluid started to trickle out of the younger girl; it was entrancing in a way, watching the liquid flow out of the Japanese girl's hole. 

As Yujin was able to fully pull herself out, the intensity of the liquid leaking out of Rei increased. It was almost disgusting to say she could feel the fluid getting splashed back onto herself. She watched that with every clench of the younger girl's pussy, more of her piss would be expelled. Hearing the quiet whimpers that fell from Rei's lips. The stream had started to dwindle intensity out of the younger girl as she saw the linger of white dribbles being pushed out along with the rest of her fluid. 

Once again, the pair caught their breaths. Yujin was just barely able to keep Rei stable with her own body. She looked down at the younger girl to see her looking back up at her with those stupid, innocent eyes she always had. 

"Well, I guess that's one way to get rid of cum" 

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The day had finally come, you were finally going to meet the girl of your dreams, in person! Her name was Honey, she was a beauty streamer you had been watching for ages. Try-on hauls, pool streams, workout videos, all of it, you'd been here number 1 fan since day 1, donating thousands of dollars over the years to fund her lavish lifestyle, sending skimpy clothes and outfits for her to try on during her streams. To say you were smitten was an understatement. You would've done anything for even a minute with her, and luckily, that day had finally come.

One day, as you're tuning in to her stream, she posts a link on her page for "boyfriend applications." She wants to let her fans submit credentials and headshots for a chance to get more intimate with her, in a more personal way. You were astounded by this and instantly clicked the link and submitted an application. Seemed like pretty basic questions: height, weight, income, a headshot, basic things to understand the attractiveness and practicality of a person she deemed dateable. After filling it out to the best of your ability, you sent it in, a flutter and a hope in your chest. After, you tuned into the rest of the stream for the night.

The next week didn't go by quickly. Every day, you would sign in, check your inbox, emails, in hopes to see a response. As the end of the week neared, you lost all hope until you heard that melodious ding on your phone. At the top of your mailbox, you saw a new, unread email from who else, but Honey.

"Wow, you're super cute! I'd love to get to know you better, we should totally meet up!"

You almost dropped your phone, the air left your lungs and you were astounded, you punched and kicked yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming.

Nope. This was real. This was happening.

After that, time flew by to this very day. You had hopped aboard a plane, flew across the country, took an Uber to her house and were now standing on her doorstep. The reality of it all was finally hitting you. What if this was a scam? You'd heard about these fake streamers that lure unsuspecting fans out to these abandoned homes and robbed them, leaving them with nothing. This surely wasn't one of those times, right? Maybe you should text someone to let them know where you were? No, there's no way your parents would understand, and your friends would just mock you for being some sort of pathetic weirdo. You'd gotten this far, you were gonna see it through.

You walked up to the door, with a pit in your stomach, and shaking, reached up to press the doorbell.

*RING*

Silence. You sat there for a few seconds, but nobody showed. Was this all fake? You went to ring again, out of hope, when you heard footsteps from behind the door. Fairly heavy footsteps. You could almost feel it, and...were the sidelights shaking? Must've been your imagination. 3 more thuds and you heard the lock click. Then another lock. 3 locks? That seemed odd, but who knows, she's pretty famous, can't have enough security right? The door swung open, and the first thing you saw made your jaw drop.

"Hey cutie~!"

You looked up and there she was. As stunning as the day you first tuned into her stream. Face first with the most incredible curves you'd ever seen, if you weren't so entranced with her body, you may have also picked up on the sheer height of her. You weren't short by any means, you stood at a comfortable 5'11, but this woman was something else. As she filled the door frame, you were face to face with a trench of cleavage that could strangle an elephant.

"Nice to meet ya, I'm Honey! I see you've met the rest of me already! *Giggle*

You blushed, quickly snapping your head up to meet her gaze. As you locked eyes with her, it was like the whole world vanished. Pale, blue swimming pools stared straight into your soul, piercing through you.

"Umm..sorry. Yeah, hi, ma'am, I'm-"

"Oh sweetie, I know who you are! And what's with the ma'am? It's Honey!"

She playfully pushed your shoulder, slightly for her, but you felt there was some gusto as it almost made you step back.

"Well come on in! No use standing outside gabbin!"

She stepped to the side and gestured you in, you carefully stepped into the house, walking light footed as if you needed to be delicate or careful, like what you were doing was lascivious.

"Take your shoes off, make yourself comfortable!"

She spoke behind you, closing the door and doing up the 3 locks.

"I don't often get visitors here, so apologies if the place is a bit messy!"

As you walked into the house, something already felt odd. Like there was a chill in here of sorts, but you figured it was just from standing with the door open so long. You heard her thuds from behind and she walked past you, beckoning you to follow her into the main area. Following her, you started to take in your surroundings. Pictures on the wall of just Honey, all above your head though, if she lives alone it makes sense though, but to only have pictures of yourself up seemed a bit odd, no?

Stepping into the main area, you encountered another odd feeling as you took it all in. The furniture was surprisingly tall, taller than you'd seen. The couch looked like it came up to your waist. Stools at the kitchen counter were almost shoulder height to you. Had she custom ordered all this furniture? Some of it almost seemed even too tall for her?

"I see you noticed the furniture, don't worry, I'm still growing into it myself!"

Growing into it? What was that supposed to mean? Maybe just a figure of speech? You pondered this as you saw her walk over to the couch and plop down. She shot you a glance and patted the cushion next to her.

"Come sit! We should get to know each other better, this is our first time after all."

You awkwardly smiled back at her as you walked over to the couch. As you got closer to the furniture, your observations weren't unfounded, this couch was truly massive. Her sitting on it made it look like a normal sized piece of upholstery, but next to you, it made you feel like a kid again.

"Sorry, couch is a little high, I gotcha though!"

"What do you-?"

No sooner did the words come out as she put two hands under your arms and lifted you up, with ease, and plopped you down on the cushion beside her.

"Wow, you feel a lot lighter than you listed on your application! Granted, maybe this growing girl just doesn't know her own strength yet!"

Growing girl? Twice now she's referenced growing and still it made no sense. This girl was already massive and clearly approaching 30, how in the world was she growing?

"So, before we start, I wanted to thank you. I've noticed you in my streams for the last couple years. I see the donations you send and the clothes you ask me to try on. No doubt these gals have caught your eye." She shimmied her shoulders and gestured to the heaving shelf of breast hanging from her torso.

"I appreciate the clothes a lot, it's never easy covering these puppies up, believe you me. I swear, they eat up whatever I cover myself with and then some."

You blushed, she was clearly very comfortable in her skin, I mean hell, she shows herself off online for millions of people to see, why were you surprised. You kept darting glances down to her chest as she spoke. God they were huge, unrealistically so. How could something so massive come into being? Something so warm and inviting yet erotic and arousing all at the same time.

"Ahem. Did you hear anything I just said?"

"What? Sorry, I was jus-"

*Giggle*

"I'm just messing with ya! You clearly are having a little trouble paying attention, almost like somethings...caught your attention?"

She slowly rose from the couch and crawled towards you. Her heaving chest swinging from even the slightest motion as she closed the distance between you. The closer she got, the more of your vision was obscured by that inviting trench in front of you. God what you wouldn't have given to dive right in there.

"Ya know...these girls really have a mind of their own sometimes...they get hungry, and when that happens, there isn't much I can do to calm em down. They just keep growing, year after year, bigger and bigger as time passes."

Inches from your face now, you can smell the sweat from her skin as her cleavage floods your vision. Swinging, back and forth, pendulously in your face, they're all you can see.

"Would you like to...see them get even bigger?"

Oh god. You're on the brink, you feel your faculties leaving you, almost as if you're regressing to a more animalistic state. You need to touch them, feel them, taste them, you need to be between them now. In an instant you throw up your hands on either side and dive face first into that canyon.

*Giggle* "You're not one to mince words, are ya? Just going headfirst, well don't let me stop ya, explore to your heart's content."

You mash your face in between them, pressing down on either side, burying your face more and more. The more you explore these mighty breasts of hers, the more you seem to lose yourself, the less the world around you seems to matter. Squeezing, smushing, licking, this has become your world now.

"There's a good boy, you really know how to make a girl feel good..."

Her voice invades your mind and almost snaps you out of your trance, you start to notice little changes. When were you on her lap? Was she always caressing your back? Wow, these breasts truly are enormous, it's incredible how your hands just...sink into them like pudding. It's almost like...the longer you caress and squeeze, the bigger they get...

As these thoughts flood in, you notice that you're struggling to breathe a little. You haven't come up for air in a while. You try to pry the breasts back a little bit to let yourself some air but...they won't budge? In fact, they feel so heavy, you're hardly even squishing into them anymore. You place your hands on the front of her breasts and start pulling back, trying to pry your head free, until you finally released yourself with an audible *POP* and tumble backwards.

The world all slowly comes back into view, your surroundings start to become more clear, but something's off now. You start to pull yourself up to stand, but feel the couch beneath your feet? Your senses start to come back rapidly as you see you're standing on the couch, but the back of the couch is towering over you. You gulp, shocked and start to panic.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Shhh, sweetie, relax."

You hear her low, sultry voice as you look back on her and almost fall back by what you see. There she is, on the far side of the couch, vastly looming over you. From your vantage point, she must be at least 35ft tall.

"What's going on?! What did you do to me?!"

"Aww, baby, can't you tell yet?"

She reaches out to you, you quiver as you see her gigantic hand approaching you, each finger bigger than a summer sausage. You try to push her hand away, but to no avail, she's far, far stronger than you. She wraps her fingers around your torso, lifts you up and carries you over to her face.

"Sweet pee, I wish you could see how cute you are right now. You're like a little bitty toy. You've done so much for me already, I wanted to thank you. You've really made an excellent donation."

"Donation?? What do you mean? Why am I so small? Change me back!!"

"Oh hon, I wish I could but your size is going to somewhere much greater. Just watch."

You see her bite her lip as the changes slowly take effect. You hear a subtle groaning as you witness her transform before your very eyes. You first notice the fingers holding you in place start to thicken, covering more and more of your torso. Then you see her thighs slowly plumpen, growing thicker and lusher. Then you notice the biggest part: her chest. Each breast begins to balloon, almost as if inflating, growing outwards and upwards, you can hear her bra beginning to creak and snap under her newfound weight. Her tank top straps strain and spaghetti before snapping and falling limply down her torso.

By the time it's all done, you see her take a deep breath as the tatters of her old outfit start to slip away.

"Wow, that was the best one yet! I just knew you'd be my biggest supporter. Apologies for these old rags though" as she gestures to her clothes, "allow me to slip into something more...fitting."

In a flash, you see the clothes on her body begin to morph, a black tank slowly forms from her old rags and lines up to hoist up her immensely enhanced bust. The straps, incredibly thin, squish down into her soft, pliable flesh.

"There, that looks better on me, dontcha think?"

"What the hell is going on?? How are you doing this? Why are you doing this?!"

She lets out an exasperated sigh.

"Hon, how do you think I got like this in the first place? How do you think I got this incredible body that lead to all these followers and all this fame? Donations of course! The sweet, perverted masses like yourself that so kindly add to, well, these masses!" She says as she honks her left breast, it's girth pouring out between her fingers.

"But, why? You don't even know me! I loved you and your content, I was happy to make those donations if they made you happy!"

"Hon, you and I both know why you made donations to begin with. You haven't been able to look at anything else since you got here, that's why you came here in the first place. You don't care about me as a person, you care about this body. Well, now you've made a contribution to the maintaining and improving of this body! You're almost there!"

You feel a sinking feeling in your chest as you swallow deeply.

"Almost?"

She flashes you a devious grin.

"Of course, hon." She speaks in a deep, sultry tone. "There's still so much of you left."

Your eyes open wide as you start kicking and flailing in her grasp, doing anything you can to get away from this monster, but to no avail.

She lets out a low, echoing chuckle, "You'll have to try harder than that, hon! I can hardly feel your weight, let alone your struggles! And as much as I LOVE watching your little flailings, Mama's got a stream to do tonight, so."

And with that, she slowly brings you closer to her chest, dangling you above the gully that is her cleavage, and flashes you one last smile.

"Thanks for the donation, hon!"

With that, she stuffs you down between her breasts, deep, deep down, almost as if into the core of some desolate planet. As she reaches the centre, she releases her grip on you and retracts her hand. What little light you see from above vanishes as her hand leaves your prison and the crushing weight of her bust surrounds you. You try to move, try to kick, punch, scream, bite, anything, to no avail. You feel a vibration echo around you, clearly she's laughing at your struggles. The pounding of her heart starts to fill your ears, it's low, resonating rumble almost calming you as you miserably accept your fate. You close your eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

-Hours later-

You slowly awaken, hot and sweaty, a dry scratchy feeling in your throat, no doubt from your screaming. You're not sure where you are though, your eyes are hazy and struggling to adjust to the darkness, but you see a small sliver of a silvery haze far, far, far above you. Moonlight? You reach out for it, only to feel a warm, moist mass beside you. What is this? It almost feels like-

Your heart starts racing. You start to panic and snap your head around to acquaint yourself with your surroundings, until you hear a loud, roaring rumble echo around you. A snore. You find yourself plastered to the side of her breast, deep within her bosom, the sliver of light a small amount of moonlight peaking into her cleavage. You try to yell out, but you're still hoarse. You can hardly move your limbs as you try to scratch her breast. You feel a sudden movement as you think you've gotten her attention. Your hopes are instantly crushed as the light vanishes and you start to feel the weight of her other tit come crushing down on you. Your incredibly mild annoyance only caused her to roll over in her sleep, crushing you further down as the goddess around you rests. All that's left to hear is the subtle beat of her heart all around you.

You close your eyes and let out a single tear as you accept your fate, the irony of the situation finally settling in.

You always wanted to contribute to those beautiful breasts, and now, you finally have.

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (ii) - pt 1 here!!

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : matt is still a grumpy ass but y/n can't seem to get him off of her mind.

warnings : idk uhhh matt’s rude but in a love hate kinda way 😋! also alcohol/drinking (i headcannon everyone 21+!)

mickey speaks : shes finally hereeeee and shes kinda long. im hoping to post more consistently!! luv u guys enjoy <3 ignore the fact that the pic above has a yt girl in it this story is for everyone i promise !!!! i just liked the little green vibe ok? ok.

THIS IS PART TWO GO READ PART ONE FIRST DUH!!!!

AND of course you see matt again.

only a month ago, you were introduced and forced to spend an hour of your time in close proximity to him, no matter his disinterest. yet, also, only a month ago, were you gifted with the cutest tiny tattoo that continues to surprise you a little whenever you lift your shirt before a warm shower.

it hasn’t bothered you nearly as much as you'd assumed - only disrupting your life with the caution you now take to avoid irritating the skin at your lower stomach. though some nights you grow lazy, you’ve maintained a very disciplined attitude of incorporating time in your morning and nightly rituals to ensure the tiny hello kitty inked on you is properly cared for.

contrary, your interactions with matt bothered you far more than you assumed. your sub-concious must've held onto your attempts to break past his careless attitude (that greatly opposed your own people-pleasing nature) just to pettily haunt you. but you've you forced yourself to get over it at this point. you just had to after one night, the week following your tattoo appointment (and after a long day of rude professors and pretentious customers blaming you for their own mistakes), you broke down to andrea:

you sniffle before your voice breaks again, "everyone's just mean. and- and i was so fucking annoying last saturday. it keeps playing over in my head. i'm so embarrassed and i just know he hated me, but i dont know why?! i thought i was nice enough. he could've just smiled or maybe just- i-"

andrea pauses from petting your head, "honey, you're not still talking about the guy who tatted you, right?" you look up at her from your head's soft spot in her lap with glossy eyes and a quivering lip.

"dre-" you choke.

"oh my god! no! y/n, you can't take shit like that personal. not everyone enjoys talking or happiness for that matter, you can't hold on to something like that. i promise he's not too hung up on it himself." she wipes away one of your pitiful tears.

and here he is, standing across the room from you at a party.

you definitely did not expect to see matt (who’s mild attitude was clearly fueled by socializing) in this scene but you guess that la parties are just like that. as long as you know someone who knows someone you’re easily in, that's how you tend to get into these events at least. though an insta stalk would tell you matt has enough clout to get himself in, he and his brothers have built quite the brand for themselves among la socialites.

once your eyes spot him over the shoulder of some guy who just introduced himself to you, they can’t seem to move. you watch as matt smiles for a photo with a few others. matt. smiles. okay, so maybe it was a you problem. he doesn’t hate everyone maybe just you.

though, your thoughts are denied as quickly as his face drops. he doesn’t even care to look at how the image may have turned out like the rest of the group. instead, his eyes opt to watching the people around him as he sips his weak drink.

great, now you’ve become the weirdo watching him watch other people.

until his eyes catch your cautious yet curious stare from across the room. your cheeks heat and you’re immediately shifting your eyes back to the man in front of you.

matt almost smirks at his luck. no fucking way the scared sweetheart he’d tattooed just a few weeks ago is here. he looks away when someone lays a hand on his shoulder to bring him back into the conversation. you're surprised that he continues to look back over to you after adding his input.

the guy finally acknowledges your disengagement with the story about his new motorcycle and turns to see what exactly you’re staring at. he sees matt and turns back to you, “you know him?”

“yeah. well not like know-know we only met once, he gave me a tattoo.”

“oh, cool,” he looks back over to matt and turns back to you once again, “is he bothering you?”

your face scrunches initially, “no, it’s fine.” you smile at him, not wanting to give him the impression that matt did anything but exist (which apparently is enough to capture your attention).

“good. wanna go grab another drink and tell me more about this tattoo?” a charming smile morphs on face and you nod your head easily, taking his hand and leading him towards the bar outside of this large home. and away from matt.

“two-” you look over to the man beside you, “wait is this an open bar?” you ask him genuinely and he laughs a little at your aloofness.

“yeah,” he nods.

“perfect, we’ll take two kamikaze shots pretty please!” you smile at the bartender who seems to be enjoying her night quite a bit and squeeze his hand when you realize it’s still in your own. he looks down at your attached hands then back to you.

you turn your body to face him more directly and lean up to his ear, cupping your hand and whispering, “i’m so sorry, i think i forgot your name.” you were starting to feel bad and just had to confess.

you lean back and bite your lip to hide an awkward smile, and he somehow smiles harder than he already was, “it’s-”

“ashton!” you hear a voice yell hurriedly and now some dark haired guy is pulling him away from you and repeatedly saying “code red!” in his face. and suddenly, without any indication he’d enjoyed your short lived time together, he’s gone.

you try not to sulk but he was an attractive guy with easy conversation, so you at least hoped to get his number by the end of the night.

instead, you’re left leaning against the bar hoping those shots come around soon. you decide to update your friends on your night:

Y/N

cute guy lefttttt :(

REMI

noooooo he was so cute 😫

Y/N

don’t remind me

ANDREA

where r you now???

Y/N

outside bar, im waiting on shots

Y/N

come find me💔💔

your head shoots up from your phone when three guys practically ram themselves into the bar near you, a few people around them laughing obnoxiously.

"god damnit, chris! we said we were going slowly!"

"shhhh. you are so loud, matt!"

“excuse me, can we get some water? none of the sparkles or bubbles and shit, just water, please.”

“next time i'm speaking for myself! what if i wanted the bubbles?”

you lean your head a little to get a full view of the three recognizable faces. chris, with his arms dangled over his two brothers’ shoulders clearly obliterated and slurring his words (but excited to be there nonetheless). a blonde one, you haven’t gotten the chance to meet yet, with two nose piercings and a commanding voice. and matt, with his signature pout, even poutier now that chris’ weight is causing him to hunch over slightly. you guess you were bound to run into them.

you wonder if andrea was right in saying matt hadn’t held onto your exchange. you wonder if when he saw you earlier he remembered you for your friendly smile rather than your annoying nagging. or did he even remember you at all? did he only look at you because you were staring him down first? okay, where the fuck are those shots?!

“no way!" you hear chris’ voice screech upon recognizing you from across the bar, "y/n!?”

you look over and see him shockingly excited to see your face again. you smile in an attempt to not allow your nerves about matt get to you. you are never one to deny a conversation after all.

“oh my god! hi!” you reply as chris unwraps himself from his brothers and moves closer to you.

“how’s your tat treatin’ you?” his eyes express so much excitement he reminds you of a little kid. you’re very flattered to see someone feel so much emotion due to your mere presence.

“oh, it’s still so cute, no regrets so far. i love it.” you smile and he nods while you’re speaking.

he turns around and sees his brothers and a few friends remaining in the other side of the bar talking amongst themselves. “yo, get the fuck over here! why are you guys so far?” he encourages them with a hand wave.

you wave as well, trying not to be a total stranger- even if you are.

the blonde guy leads them over and hands chris a glass of water that must’ve been waiting on him.

“cheers,” chris smirks and takes a sip before a disgusted look takes over his face, “gross. my god! why do they make this shit so bland?”

the blonde boy rolls his eyes in amusement, mumbling, "just drink it," before approaching you kindly. "hey, i’m nick by the way."

“y/n, nice to meet you! i met chris and matt when i got my tattoo done at your shop a while ago.” you explain kindly.

before nick can get another word in a female voice is squealing, “you’re y/n?! hi, i’m asha, i don't know if your remember but we talked on the phone that one time!” a tanned girl with soft cheeks and dark loose curls moves herself in front of the boys.

“of course i remember, how could i forget that insane frog story? it's so nice seeing you in person finally!” you gush.

suddenly chris is beaming, “aww wait guys this is so cute! i’m feeling like we should all hug!” he nods to his brothers who are quick to shake their heads no.

“i don’t think..” nick starts.

“nooo! let’s hug!” chris argues and opens his arms wide gesturing for everyone to hug him.

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after sharing a very drunk and messy group hug you all continue to talk until chris finally blurts, "i gotta go pee so bad guys, " he laughs, "but i need people with me because if i walk in on someone puking, then what? i'll die from my severe" (its not severe at all) "emetophobia and no one will ever know?"

you and asha (who you've found is actually so similar to you) both laugh at his crisis.

matt just breathes a laugh.

"chris, there’s no reason to go further with the fear factor when no one said they wouldn't come with you. i’m coming, so you're not gonna die, let's go." nick shakes his head.

“you don’t understand, nick i would be dead and covered in- i can’t even say it, dude,” chris’ voice fades as they walk away.

"wait, i'll walk with you guys inside! 'm... getting cold out here!" asha suddenly says removing herself from your side and waving goodbye with a drunk smile.

"it's not cold at all, she's trippin'" matt speaks watching her run and practically jump onto nick, causing the three laugh while leaving the crowded yard.

you just shrug and lean onto the bar again, making eye contact with the bartender who looks as if she only just remembered your existence but also seems to mentally question where the other guy went and how you managed to replace him that quickly.

"are you always so nice about everything?" matt questions, leaning his forearms on the bar, still looking at you.

"what?" you look over to him now, feeling almost sick at his proximity.

he mocks you with a high tone in his voice, "'it's soooo nice to meet you! it's soooo nice seeing you!' it sounds exhausting, to be honest."

"didn't realize having manners got you jail time," you breathe.

"and i never said it did."

"well, i don't have to be nice to you if it bothers you so much," you shrug.

"aw, sunshine, you'd do that for me? you're too sweet." he almost laughs at his own sarcastic comment.

you lick your bottom lip out of habit, "why are you still here? don't you have friends you should be ignoring?" you hope he can't tell just how frustrated he's making you.

“you must think you know me.”

“i know you don’t like me.”

“wrong, again.” he smiles and points his finger at you.

“oh, you just don’t like anyone then?”

he glances away before responding, “what's the fun in telling you?”

you huff in defeat, wanting nothing more than those shots right now. though your subconcious hopes the bartender continues to prioritize her flirting customers over you just so you can continue this addicting back and forth with matt.

"you know, that’s the thing with people like you. you think everyone owes you everything." he shakes his head.

"people like me?” you scoff under your breath, “matt, why are you still here?"

he can pick out the offense in your tone, "oh shit, that was true? i was fucking with you, sunny!"

"you don't know anything about me," you laugh and shake your head.

"alright there are those kamikaze shots for you! so sorry about that major delay, honey!" the bartender sets the shots in front of the both of you and smiles at you apologetically.

"don't worry about it, thank you!" you hand her a spare five dollar bill from your back pocket.

when she's gone you finally notice matt's widened eyes.

"what's up with your face, now?"

"you gave her a tip for pouring you some rankydank, fuckin' low level shots after you've waited long enough for her to apologize?" he seems genuinely shocked.

"she only makes money off of tips," you roll your eyes, picking the shot up and gesturing towards the second shot for him to take.

"that's all you," he raises his hands towards his chest.

"oh my god, do it, matt."

he shakes his head and points to you, "you take your shot, sweetheart."

"i knew you wouldn't, pussy," you say under your breath before smirking as you down the alcohol you've been craving since you first saw his face.

upon your insult matt is immediately taking the shot along side you. and just as both of your faces adjust to the taste, matt's phone begins to vibrate.

he grabs it and you attempt to hide your own curiosity by asking the bartender for a lime to suck on (not daring to ask for alcohol again because you simply don't want to be hung up at this bar for any longer).

"yeah, yeah still here," matt plays with his bottom lip and looks down at you with your mouth full of lime. he thinks you look pretty adorable, especially under the blush pink fairy lights hanging above the bar. "'kay, i'll be quick. alright, nick. i will. bye."

he puts his phone away and wipes his mouth, "that shit was fucking vile, by the way."

"okay, drama queen."

"mhm," his face falters back into his usual pout, "well i gotta go, but, um, nick wanted me to invite you to this get together thing we host at the warehouse, it's in like a month but, you know, come if you want." he shrugs.

"tell him of course i will, but only because he asked." you smile sarcastically.

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ANDREA - 12:39 AM

y/n where are you we are both so confused rn help

ANDREA - 12:45 AM

hellooo????

ANDREA - 12:47 AM

GIRL WE'RE OUTSIDE AND WE DONT SEE YOU TF

Y/N - 1:06 AM

WHERE ARE U GUYS RN I JSUT SAW TATTOO GUY AGASSN IM LOSUNG MY MIND JUST A LUTTLE BIT

Y/N - 1:06 AM

I WAS AT THE OTHER OITSIDE BAR IN THE FRONT(?) YARD!!!!! but its ok im gonba find u guys

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a few days later matt comes across your instagram story, forgetting he had followed you in the first place. it was a picture of you and your friends from the same night he had seen you again. it's a simple mirror photo where you're all smiling but besides your soft skin and cute outfit, matt's attention focuses on frank ocean's pyramids playing over the story.

you see the notification later that day when you finally get time on your phone:

matthew.sturniolo liked your story

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

help i have a crush and no guts to tell them. If convenient… some bruce wayne? Bruce is hotter. I am safer dreaming about fictional men than real ones. My crush miiiight know(im 20. WHY the heckkkkk do i even HAVE a crush). I made eye contact and immediately looked away. I literally couldnt be more suspicious. Im begging you to distract me.

Important note: i love love love your writing especially the other half. Which i know is over so im not asking for a continuation of that. But your bruce is enthralling. Also no pressure if youre not in a bruce writing mood.

listen

i hate to tell you/warn you

having a crush at 29 is just as if not more embarrassing. i sadly speak from experience

also what do you call it when Batman skips church

christian bale

"He's going to catch you."

"Catch me what? I'm not doing anything."

"You're staring."

"I am not staring," You insist, "I am...Looking in the direction of his vicinity."

"Well that vicinity is pretty narrow. Completely narrow. You're just looking at him, actually."

You pass a sidelong glance toward your best friend, eyes narrowing as she smiles sweetly at you.

"I'm just sayin'," She shrugs, "The more you stare at him, the more likely it is that he'll catch you."

"No way for him to catch me if there's nothing to catch—Oh, shit," You hurriedly whirl around as you see him twist toward you.

"I told you."

"Shut up!" You hiss. "Is he still looking?"

"Yep."

You groan, raising your drink to your lips and draining it. "I'm gonna go get another one. You wanna come?"

"I'm alright."

It's for the best, you decide. She was right, you've been way too blatant. But how many times are you going to be in the room with the Prince of Gotham, with the Bruce Wayne?

"Prosecco, please," You request, setting your empty glass down.

"It'll be a moment," The bartender warned. "We're waiting for a few bottles."

"Okay! No worries."

You're certain this is the only time that you would be in the same room as Wayne, so you may as well take a look, get your fill. There were whispers of him coming alone, instead of trotting out one of the models that he usually brings to these events. Maybe it was a last-minute acceptance, or he couldn't find anyone to come...Then again, you were certain that that was impossible. Hell, you'd cut off your right arm to say yes—Not that Bruce Wayne would ever ask you.

"Prosecco."

His voice makes you freeze, your eyes widening slightly as his sleeve brushes your arm.

"It'll be a moment, Mr. Wayne," The bartender frowns.

"S'alright."

You glance hesitantly toward him, offering a tight, flighty smile when you find him looking at you.

"Hi," He greets.

"Hi."

Oh god, what the hell is he doing, talking to you?

"Come here often?"

"...To the Natural History museum?" You flounder.

"Not exactly," He chuckles. "I meant to events like these."

"Oh—No. My friend had a plus one, so."

"Mm."

You nod. You should ask if he comes to many of these, right? But you know that he does—every appearance is highly publicized in the Gotham Gazette, US magazine, across gossip blogs and social media. Hell, you'd have to have been living under a rock to not know who he was.

But how can you ask questions without seeming like an ignorant simpleton or a weirdo? Will he think it's odd that you know he goes to these events? Will he think you're lying if you pretend to not know that he does?

You don't even know this man, so why does he make you so nervous?

"Flying solo on this one?"

It's out of your mouth before you can stop it, and—shit. You take in the way Bruce blinks, his lips tipping up with a small smile.

"I am. I accepted last-minute."

"No other way to spend your Friday night?"

"No other good way. It is for charity, after all."

"That's true," You smile. Oh, god look away now. Stop looking into his warm, dark eyes—Damn, how does he get you so hot with just a smile?

"Two proseccos." The two of you turn as the bartender speaks up, setting your drinks on the bar.

"Thanks."

"Thank you."

You take yours, ready to step away and say goodbye. You don't want to linger—but—

"Is your friend going to be missing you?" Bruce asks.

"Um..." You look around, spotting her speaking with one of her colleagues—one that you know she has a crush on. You huff a soft laughing, shaking your head. "No, definitely not."

"So she won't mind if I hold you up for a bit?"

Your heart leaps into your throat, brows creeping high.

"Hold me up? For what?"

"To talk, if you're interested." He holds his hand out for a shake. "Bruce Wayne."

And you can't keep it in anymore. He's introducing himself? You chuckle softly, shaking his hand.

"Yeah. I know."