#just got home from a little smoke sesh with a friend and I’m a little toasted 😇

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all yours

when it came to your safety, onyankopon played zero games. if he felt even the slightest bit of worry he had no problem getting you from wherever you may be. there have been times where you’ve been walked out of parties, stores, and even something as little as a smoke sesh with your girls. if ony felt you were unsafe you were going home no questions asked, and you honestly didn’t have an issue with it. feeling a sense of pride in having a man that cares so deeply for you. that was until tonight…

the two of you were at your friend ivy’s place for her big housewarming party when you were getting weird stares from a couple hating ass bitches. ivy didn’t want her party to be small so she told each person she invited to tell some friends to come as well. which led to this weird ass bitch brielle hearing about the party and deciding to curse everyone with her presence. brielle was an old fling of ony’s that he been cut off like a year ago, but she’s so thick in the head that she still runs her mouth about him to this very day. you, being the classy woman you are, have been ignoring the bitch because it honestly was sad of her to be acting like this, but today she reached her limit.

when you and ony first arrived everything was great. “heyy bitchhhh. so glad y’all could make ittt.” ivy screamed as she welcomed you and ony into her new home. ony greeted her with a small “wassup, thank you for havin’ us” before letting you have the floor, walking towards jean and connie to talk. “hey boooo. this place is niceeee you gotta let me spend the night sooon” the two of you talked for awhile before she let you go to get a drink from the kitchen. as you filled your red solo cup halfway with casamigos you noticed some girls approaching where your boyfriend and his friends were. before being able to move, you were stopped by sasha, mikasa and.

sasha was the first to talk. “you peep that shit right?” she said, nodding her head towards the girls. you knew if one of your friends was going to say something about what was going on it would be sasha. mikasa was on the quieter side, but best believe when it came to you she didn’t play either. “yea i see em. that bird ass bitch and her lil flock of pigeons tryna play games” the three of you watched as brielle and her little sidekicks were all up in you boyfriend’s faces. brielle being the main one, lightly hitting ony’s chest while she laughed. her red bussdown was flowing behind her as she pushed it over her shoulder, purposely trying to bounce her tiddies as she “fixed” her hair.

being the levelheaded woman you are, you decided against approaching them. knowing that you’d probably knock the bitches head off her shoulders if you went anywhere near her right now. so you pulled out your phone and sent ony a quick and simple text. ony looked at his phone almost immediately, knowing it was you who texted him since he had it on dnd for everyone else.

my wife💐

‘tell that bitch move around or ima drag her outta here omm😐’

as soon as he read the text, ony lifted his head and began searching for you. soon he locked eyes with yours, excusing himself from whatever conversation was going on and making his way to the kitchen. “what’s wrong now?” is this nigga dumb? did he not just see and feel that bitch being weird touching on him? “nun bruh just tell that hoe to keep her distance. that hair look new and i’d hate to have that shit on the floor” as the two of you conversed you couldn’t help but peep ivy and her friends start to mug you and your girls. eventually making their way towards you. before you can even point it out your thoughts were cut off by sasha. “yea i’m finna flip dis hoe. got me all the way fucked up.”

ony watched your friends start to remove their earrings and adjust their clothes, and being the nonconfrontational man that he was he decided it was time for you to go. “go tell ivy we leavin’ and wait f’me in the car ma. i’ll get you a slice of ca-” “nah i’m good right here.” you cut him off, eager to see what this bitch was on. as they approached y’all you see that sasha and mikasa were quick to be at your side, standing face to face with each of brielle’s friends. “you got a problem wit me shawty?” brielle smirked, looking you up and down and taking pride in pissing you off. but your mouth was smart and even though it got you in trouble with your man, there was nothing you couldn’t handle when it came to other people.

“nah but you seem to have a problem that i got the nigga you want” you spit back with a smile. you could see that your comment got under her skin. she was rolling her eyes as she replied. “nah ion got a problem when i know i can have em right back anytime. like last saturday for instance.” this bitch is a liar and you knew it. laughing at loud as both her and your friends looked at you confused. last saturday ony was home the entire day, and you can only remember it so vividly because he had you face down in the mattress for cursing him out over being late to brunch. you also remembered it so vividly because he recorded most of it on your phone. “tuhh bitch please pick a different lie because you know damn well he was with me. now are we gon sit here and chit chat or you tryna take this outside cause ian really with allat talkin’. ”

before the bird could reply, ony stepped in the middle of yall and tried to play the mediator. “y/n. get in the car, now. and brielle, what we had been over for a long ass time now. give that shit up and move on.” you backed down, feeling that no bitch was worth getting into it with your man. you were lowkey tired of being the bigger person, but knew i’d be better this way than just fighting and possibly ruining your friends party. as you made your way around ony, you gave brielle the illest mug ever to let her know that even though you’re leaving, you still ain’t no bitch. it wasn’t even five seconds since you left the kitchen where you can hear the bitch starting up again. “i don’t know why you still dealin’ wit that bitch. don’t you miss me ponpon?” brielle said in a baby like voice.

“nah chill wit that bitch word bro. and you really needa stop running your fuckin’ mouth bout her too cause i may not be here next time to stop her” you smiled while ony shut that bitch down. you knew he was more on the calm side so hearing him raise his voice a little turned you on. “oh please nigga you know damn well her shit nowhere as good as mine. used to have your soul leaving your body and allat. you can act like you don’t miss me but ik that dick think otherwise.” that was it for you. it was in the blink of an eye when you were dragging that bitch outside by her hair. honestly you needed whatever glue she got bc her shit wasn’t moving an inch. as you pulled her down the steps of ivy’s porch, you felt ony trying to grab at your wrists.

“mama let her hair go right now.” he yelled. you whip your head to the side, face to face with your man as he stared at you with a warning in his eyes. your fingers instantly straightened before brielle dropped to the ground. the stare this man was giving you made your heart start pumping rapidly. through his eyes you could tell that he was saying “don’t test me”, and you had no intention of finding out what would happen if you did. it was almost instantly when ony grabbed the top of your arm, quickly walking you to his car. most of the people were already outside, migrating there as they watched you drag brielle from the kitchen to the porch. ony opened your door and you sat down, ready to leave this whole day behind already. before you could close the door you heard brielle yapping again.

“fuck you bitch you can have the nigga. ain’t nun but a piece of dick anywayssss.” you hopped out the car and sprinted towards brielle with a quickness. as she seen you approaching she tried to square up but her hands were trash. punches were flying from everywhere, connecting right to her face every time. you honestly didn’t really care too much about what she said about you, but when it came to your boyfriend there was a line to be crossed. and she stomped right over it. “keep. my. man. name. out. your. fuckin’. mouth. bitch.” she was now laid on the floor with her arms shielding her bleeding face while you continued to throw blows her way. sasha seen her friends inching up about to jump in and shut it down immediately. “if you move anotha inch ima start swinging too. we don’t do nun of that jumping shit so i wish you would try so i can fuck you up right here.”

her friends looked at each other before back up completely, not wanting any problemsm. before long you felt strong arms wrap around you, lifting you off the ground and away from brielle. you were thrown into the backseat of ony’s car before he turned the child lock on, not being able to trust you to not open the door and attack again. he made his way to the front seat and threw a handful of tissue towards you from the glove compartment. the two of you were driving home in complete silence as you wiped your hands clean. usually your man would be lecturing you right now, but there was a calmness to him that frightened you. “umm…are you mad at me?”

he ignored you, asking his own question instead. “why do you get so jealous?” he mumbled, glancing at you in the rear view mirror. you rolled your eyes, acting as if what he was saying was the most ridiculous thing in the world when in actuality, he was right. you knew that ony and brielle been done way before you even came in the picture, but the thought of him even being with her made you feel a way. ony knew you very well and he could tell how you were feeling regardless of what you did or said.

“mama how many times i gotta tell you i’m only yours huh? why can’t you just trust me?” his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he kept replaying the nights events over and over again in his head. “how you expect me to trust you when you okay wit letting bitches be in your face? bitches you used to fuck!” you yelled, holding back tears as you moved your gaze out the window. ony opened his mouth to speak, but decided against going back and forth with you any longer. “we’ll fix this at my crib. not finna argue wit you in the car”

when the two of you made it to his apartment, ony wasted no time, leading you to his room before sitting you down on his lap. “so why you don’t trust me?” he asked, his handing running all over your back as he awaited your reply. you looked at the ground tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you tried your hardest to keep your voice from wavering. “i do” ony sucked his teeth at your words, lightly grabbing your chin and facing you towards him so you could see the knowing look he was giving you. “don’t lie mama, you said it in the car. why don’t you trust me?” the tears you’ve been fighting finally broke free as you quickly covered your eyes and sobbed into his lap. “i-it’s not you pa. i-i was just a little jealous b’cause you were letting her….her-” your cries took most of your breath from you, making you have to stop in the middle of your sentence so you can take a breath. “sh sh sh i get it baby. how you want me t’fix it huh?”you shrugged your shoulders at his question, not having an idea on how he could make this horrible night any better. “a-any way you can”

a soft smile made its way to ony’s face as he lightly pushed you down on your back. he removed your bottoms before slowly getting on his knees. “this way okay?” he asked, chuckling at how you eagerly nodded your head as an answer. it wasn’t long before ony had you a blabbering mess, his fingers digging into you slowly as he took in each of you pretty face expressions. “say it again baby” your back was arched off the bed as you repeated the words ony planned to have to chanting all night. “y-you’re all mine shitt” your moans made his dick grow stiff in his pants as ony looked at the sight of your glistening wet pussy. he quickly pulled his fingers out, laying his tongue flat on your clit before eating you out sloppily.

the feeling of his skilled tongue made you scream as you pushed and pulled on his head. “again” he mumbled into your pussy, too addicted to fully take his mouth away as he looked up at your pretty face. “all mine daddy a-all mine” ony sucked softly on your clit, letting his tongue run all over it in his mouth to quickly grab an orgasm out of you. his tactic worked, making him smile as he felt your juices begin to rush out of you and wet his chin. “good girl mama”

ony stood up in front of you, taking in the sight of your post orgasmic glow as he rubbed himself through his sweatpants. the sight of his bulge made you whine in want as you slowly leaned up to free him from his pants. ony quickly grabbed your hand, giving you a soft expression before lightly pushing flat onto the bed. “s’not about me right now mama. let me do this for you ‘kay?” you nodded your head at his words, making ony give you a like tap on your thigh to make you jump. “lemme hear your voice” at the sound of the small “yes” you gave him, ony slowly freed his dick from the confines of his sweats before lining it up with your tight entrance. “say it again”

“you’re all m-….ohmygoddd” the feeling of his thick dick sinking into your walls made a pretty cry fall from your lips. your back arching off the bed as your hand quickly flew to his wrists. ony didn’t let up, his pace slow, but his thrusts deep as he dug into you with love. “yea m’all yours mama. who dick is it?” your eyes were already at the back of your skull. small whimpers falling from your lips as you tried your hardest not to let your mind drift off into the clouds. “s’m….s’mine daddy” your words were slurred as you felt his dick begin to kiss your cervix in a way that made you want to scream. “ooouuu fuckkk”

ony’s pace began to quicken. the force of his quicker thrusts making your body begin to jerk a little on the sheets. he slowly pulled up your shirt, freeing your perky breasts before leaning down to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples. the feeling of his wet tongue on the sensitive bud making you grow wetter as you caressed the back of his head. you knew there would be marks in the morning, but you didn’t care. letting your man prove to you how much he loves and cares about you through making sweet love to your body. ony released your nipple with a small pop before moving up to your neck.

the dark purple marks were already beginning to form in both of the areas as he slowly moved his lips to your ear. “say it again f’me mama. don’t want you t’forget” as ony waited for your reply, he leaned up from your body, staring down at you lovingly before pulling out of you completely. you matched his gaze, your brown eyes big and watery as you told him the words he longed to hear. “you’re mine” with that ony flipped you onto your stomach, quickly thrusting back into you before fucking you at a fast pace. his dick kissed all the right places in you as you cried out into the air. “oh…oh my goddd daddy right there!” ony smirked as you continued to moan for him. he just started and you were already ready to make a mess all over the sheets. the sloppy sounds of his dick stroking your pussy ringing through the air as proof.

“s’too soon, need you t’hold it f’me ma. can you do that?” you quickly nodded your head, earning you a hard snap of his hips that made you yelp in pleasurable pain. “what i tell you before? talk t’me baby” he was pounding you into the sheets now, your back arched to perfection as ony kept a hand on your back and another at the top of your ass. “i….i can hold it daddy” a smile spread into ony’s brown features as he listened to your whiny voice. your pussy fluttering as you felt his thumb rub over your tight hole. “you want me to?” he asked, chuckling at how quickly you whined out a “yes daddy….please”. ony moved his hand before letting his spit drip from his mouth to your ass.

lightly rubbing his spit outside the brown hole before he lightly fed it the tip of his thumb. you moaned at the sensation, throwing yourself back on him to get more if his dick along with poking your ass out more. “greedy thing” he groaned before fully sheathing his tumb inside of you. the sight made his dick twitch as ony began to fuck you harder and faster. occasionally stroking your puckering hole with his thumb to keep you on edge.

“you trust me now baby?” he breathed, the sight and sound of your pretty moans and even prettier body making it hard for him not to want to shoot his load deep inside of you. “y-yes daddy….with my life”

“you gon cut out the jealousy shit?” ony began to pound into you, using his free hand to push your arch down deeper as he quickly fucked the both of you closer to your orgasms. “mmm..mhm n-no more” the feeling of his long dick repeatedly hitting your g spot made your legs shake under you as you began to soak the sheets under you with drool. “say it one more time for me beautiful and we gon cum together” tears fell from your eyes at the rush of emotions flowing through your body right now. the feeling of love and trust being the most powerful as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“you’re all mine”

[thelostmagicians]

Hugs | Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve Harrington hated hugs until you came along. [1.9k]

Fluff, comfort, slight angst, implied homophobia (against Robin)

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Steve Harrington hated hugs.

Hugs were meant to be soft and warm like ice cream on a sunny day, crackling fire on a chilly night, but to Steve they were anything but.

He blamed his aversion to hugs on the lack of affection he received as a child. He couldn’t recall a time when his father even gave him a simple pat on the back let alone a hug. And his mom, she tries, but when a rare ‘I love you’ slips past her lips it’s in the same tone she uses for the grocer at the store, so Steve can never tell if she means it.

Steve didn’t know the meaning of love until Nancy Wheeler broke his heart and Dustin Henderson nuzzled his way in with an unlikely friendship and demodog. Since then, he’s opened up his large and previously empty heart to a talkative Robin Buckley, Dustin and his group of ragtag friends, Nancy Wheeler (albeit it’s different now), a smidge for Jonathan Byers, and even Eddie Munson. Even though he loves his friends to the point of self sacrifice he can never seem to spare them a hug. He’ll give them an encouraging nod and an affectionate high five, but he’s never been able to engulf any of them in the warmth radiating off his chest. And Steve feels awful for this, he truly does. He felt awful when Dustin had to seek solace in Robin’s arms when Eddie was injured and when Lucas clinged onto Max’s hand while she was on life support. He knows they understand it isn’t anything personal, but he still wants to be able to show his feelings through a soothing hand hold or a comforting embrace.

The first time he sees you he's at Nancy’s house for a small gathering celebrating the completion of her and Jonathan’s internship at the big fancy newspaper in New York. You’re in the kitchen helping Nancy with the snacks, smiling wide at her full of sunshine and sparkle, a stark difference from the gloomy aura of Hawkins.

“I see someone’s caught your eye already,” Jonathan giggles, breaking him out of his trance.

Steve glances at you a final time before he turns to Jonathan and steals his drink.

“Hey, why can’t you just get your own?” Jonathan whines a little, the result of a smoke sesh with Argyle and Eddie slowly wearing off. Steve can tell he’s only got a few minutes left to question Jonathan about you before he sobers up and uses this to tease him in the future.

“Who is she? Don’t think ‘ve seen her here before,” Steve tries to act as nonchalant as possible, but he can tell he’s failing with the way Jonathan smiles.

“She’s mine and Nance’s friend. We met her at the internship and she wanted to visit here for a change of scenery. Isn’t that crazy, someone from New York finds a place like Hawkins interesting enough to visit?”

Steve nods in agreement, because why would someone like you, someone so full of light and everything good want anything to do with the drabby town of Hawkins.

“What’s her name?”

When Jonathan says your name loud enough for him to hear over Robin and Eddie’s loud chatter Steve gasps softly. He mumbles your name to himself thrice because it tastes sweet on his tongue, sweeter than the cherry popsicles he likes so much. You talk for the first time that night, nothing past basic introductions, but it’s enough for him to drive home with a smile on his face because he liked the way your lips looked when you said his name.

_

The first time you hug him he’s taken by surprise his body goes rigid and then pliant. He isn’t exactly reciprocating the hug, but he isn’t pushing you away like he would the others. He pulls back first taking a look at your disheveled appearance, Nancy had called him earlier frantically telling him you needed to be picked up from Creel House and he wasted no time coming to your rescue.

He brushes the dust off your shoulders as you huff in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry for this, Nancy told me to wait for her and Jonathan to get back but I wanted to see the house for myself. I thought I could handle it, but I guess it’s a little too creepy for me,” you explain sheepishly.

Steve chuckles awkwardly, still a little loopy from your hug, “Yeah this house isn’t for the faint of heart. We brought the kids here once to err- explore and we still have nightmares about it.”

Steve curses under his breath as you give him a curious look, pushing more details out of him. “There were just a lot of spiders, ya know and the history makes it creepy enough,” he plays it off like it was no big deal but he had an inkling you knew there was more to the story.

_

The second time you hug Steve it leaves him winded, but he decides he likes the feeling. He lets you hold onto him longer than last time and pulls back when you sneakily go to ruffle his hair. He pouts a little, hands swatting yours away while he tries to fix it the best he can without a mirror.

“Don’t worry Steve, you’re still the prettiest person in all of Hawkins,” you say giggling.

His cheeks heat up but he likes you too much to throw a fit about your teasing. You’ve gotten closer over the past few weeks, always bringing him and Robin lunch during work and he thinks he might just keep you.

_

Steve realizes you're a hugger when the first thing you do after you pick him up from the station is trap him in your warm arms instead of yelling like the others would have. He thought he was over high school bullshit, but he couldn’t hold himself back when Robin called him from Tammy Thompson’s house on the verge of tears because Tommy Hagan accused her for looking at a girl a little too long for it to be considered straight. He was fuming when he pulled up to the house, Eddie meeting him at the doorway trying to convince him to not make a scene. He tossed Eddie his keys telling him to take Robin home while he threw punch after punch at Tommy for making someone he loved feel unsafe.

He pushes you off gently trying to explain what happened but you shush him softly, eyes falling to Hopper as he claps him on the back a proud smile on his otherwise stoic face. Everyone’s waiting for him when he arrives at the Byers, Joyce with a first aid kit, Jonathan with a smug smile (probably reminiscing his first fight with Steve), and Robin with eyes full of love and gratitude. He lets everyone fuss over him that night before he falls asleep on the Byers’ couch with your hand holding his.

_

Steve lets you hug him often now, he rolls his eyes and huffs a bit, but allows it with the pretense of it being the last time. It never is, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

You’re on his kitchen floor passing a bottle of wine back and forth sharing core memories. The others have gone home already after the last movie ended but you seemed reluctant to leave, so Steve offered you the guest room and a pair of old pajamas.

“Do you have any happy memories, Stevie?” You ask gently.

Steve shakes his head, “Not really, didn’t really have much of a happy childhood I guess, the only one I can think about is going to my Nana’s for christmas, but she died when I was five.” Steve’s a little tipsy now absentmindedly spilling his heart out to you not thinking about the repercussions.

You smile sadly, “I know what you mean, sort of.”

Steve waves his hand urging you to go on. You sigh softly, “I’ve been almost everywhere and yet it feels like I haven't experienced anything. I have loving parents but I never feel like they love me for who I am, they only love me for what I am, you know? To them I’m more of a trophy, something crossed off on the path of life to show accomplishment. I told you I came to Hawkins to research small towns for a project, but I think that was just an excuse. When I met Nancy and Jonathan they spoke so fondly about everyone back home. They might’ve been in New York, but their hearts resided in Hawkins. I wanted to find that for myself and followed them here…and I think I did.”

Steve shoots you a soft smile full of hearts as your eyes fill with unshed tears. You try your best to scoot over in your tipsy state and fall into his lap resembling a clumsy hug. This time he doesn’t pull away.

_

It’s nearing summer break for everyone now. Nancy and Jonathan are heading back to New York in a few weeks to present a proposal to your guys’ boss in New York for a new paper about small towns with mysterious histories. They put together a portfolio with files full of research done by you, articles written by Nancy, and photographs taken by Jonathan. The kids are finishing up finals and making plans for junior year. Robin passed her first year at community college and he quit his job at Family Video to work at the station with Hopper. And you, you decided to stay back in Hawkins. Steve can’t find a better excuse than this to throw a summer party at his house.

The sun is shining, bellies are full, hearts are happy, and laughs are loud in Steve’s backyard. Steve opened up his pool for the first time since Barbara Holland’s death and he thinks it’s time he starts moving on. Everyone is in the pool having fun, everyone except you and Steve. You’re lounging on one of the chairs, Jane Eyre in your hand and a lazy smile on your face, so it was no surprise Steve chose to stay at your side.

Steve is terrified to bare his heart to you, to tell you how he really feels, he thinks he might as well hand you his heart and a hammer on a silver platter. But then he remembers the shy smile you had when you told him you were leaving New York for good and you were staying in Hawkins. He looks over to you, your book finally pushed aside in favor of watching your friends have fun and he can’t hold his feelings in any longer.

His fingers brush up your arm slowly making their way to pet at your soft cheeks.

“You know you’re the only one who’s allowed to hug me.” It’s a concealed declaration of love an I love you that only the two of you can decipher.

“I know.” I love you too.

Steve smiles shyly before gently cupping your chin and pressing his lips to yours in a much awaited kiss. He pulls back gently only to pull you into his chest. He squeezes you hard pouring all his love into the first hug he’s ever initiated.

Steve Harrington used to hate hugs, but not so much anymore, not when your arms feel like home.

[zeltqz]

the ask was for a sanzu x fem reader nsfw and they’re both getting high together in the car and they do the thing where they bloke smoke in each other’s most and one things leads to another. But I thought it would be funny of on the middle of their sesh, ran calls and idk you could decide if he answers or not. Lol

— mile high club

ø contents: smoking, smut, possessiveness, fluff, takeomi slander ish bc i hate the mf, friends to lovers, mutual oblivious pining, akashi brothers' mentioned beefing

o word count : 7.1k.

ø notes: is it even a sanzu fic if i dont include some sort of tension and psychological explanation to do with the neglect he faced from Takeomi? no? ok anyway...

@wenumsmol 🫶🏾

The sun sets over the streets of Tokyo when you park the car in the garage of the Akashi household, having dropped Haru off at home since you’re now his designated driver because his license got suspended for reckless driving.

“We’re here.” The car shuts off when you turn the key, both hands resting on the wheel like the professional, respectable driver you are. “Now get out of my car.”

Sanzu groans from the backseat, laying flat on his back, hand splayed over his forehead, the cold heat from his hands doing wonders to soothe his burning headache. 

“Oi.” Over your shoulder, you peek at him, fighting the urge to poke him awake. “I said we’re here.”

“I know.”

“ So…get out?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“You don’t—” You bite your words, stopping yourself to give yourself time to take a deep breath, soothing your bubbling frustration before it erupts. “You don’t want to enter your own house?”

He raises a long, slender finger, pointing insistently out the window. You follow his gaze to the back corner of the garage, Takeomi’s bike perched on its stand. 

“Ohhh,” you realise, unbuckling your seatbelt to turn and face him fully. “Well..you can’t avoid him forever.”

He removes his hand from his forehead, eyebrows knitted, forehead creased as he glares at you. “Watch me.”

“I’m serious, Haru.”

“So am I.” He’s sitting up, face stern and serious, you swear his green eyes practically glow in the dark as they catch the edge of the yellow tint garage light. 

When it comes to Takeomi, Haruchiyo mainly plans on avoiding him at all costs, dodging him around the house, wearing headphones at full volume just to drown out the sound of his brother’s voice, not coming back home for days on end, rather spending the night at yours or Mikey’s house.

He’s developed different coping mechanisms : talking to Mikey is a big help, though Mikey isn’t one for therapeutic advice, he’s still willing to lend a helping ear and listen to Haruchiyo rant on and on. It’s not much help though, only hearing responses like ‘ hm ’ , ‘ oh ’, and ‘ah’,  maybe if Mikey has a little energy left in him, he’d nod occasionally, but that’s about as much help as you’d get. 

His second coping mechanism is you,  someone he’d befriended a couple months back and kept you by his side secretly ever since, using you as a personal chauffeur and a therapist, but more importantly a best friend. Someone who’d be there for him without judging him and his dirty secrets; someone who likes to be around him not because they’re scared or intimidated, but because they enjoy his presence. 

He cannot be in the right state of mind when talking to his brother, not wanting to remember their interactions in the morning, so he relies on getting stoned or drunk to wipe his memory. It’s a potentially dangerous mechanism, but Sanzu enjoys the adrealine rush of trying something new, enjoys the out of body experiences, the fuzzy feelings, the wild imaginations and visions that make his world look colourful rather than monochromatic. 

“Haru.” You call his name with that sweet voice of yours, one that makes his heart warm. “You can talk to me about anything, okay? I’m always gonna be here for you.” 

He’s looking down at his lap, mouth twisted in a way he always does when he’s deep in thought. You can’t help but wonder just what’s going through that brain of his, knowing fully that up there is a mess of unorganised feelings and emotions he’d never been able to fully process.

“Haru. Is everything oka—”

“You know what I want?” He cuts you off, changing topics with a bright smile. 

His decision to switch topics isn’t something that offends you, knowing that he takes time to fully open up and you’re willing to wait as long as he needs. “What do you want, Haru?”

“I want weed.”

“There’s no weed, wait. What are you doin—” He moves quickly, his lean body brushing past yours, balancing a hand on your lap for leverage as he reaches inside the glove compartment pulling out his stash. “What the hell! You stashed your crap in my car?!”

“Of course I did.” He cackles at the dumbfounded look on your face, moving to the backseat. “Where else would I put it?”

“Uh—I don’t know? Your room? Anywhere but my damn car! I got pulled over the other day. What if I had gotten caught and they searched my car?”

“Did you?” He shrugs half heartedly, opening the ziplock bag. Almost instantly the car smells of marijuana, your nose wrinkles as you try to process it. 

“Well, no…but that’s not the point!”

“Shhhh,” he shushes you, taking his time to roll his blunt, all the while you’re glaring at him. “Stop pouting. You should be thanking me.”

“For what?”

“This.” He licks the joint to seal it, lifting it towards you like it’s his artistic masterpiece. The smile on his face screams child proud of their school project, diamond scars stretching cutely as his smile only widens. “It’s strong. Try it.”

“It better be.” You snatch it from his hands, holding it between your teeth as you manouevr yourself to the backseat to seat beside him. 

His chin is heavy on your shoulder as he watches you light it, wanting to be as close to you as possible not only to get a whiff of that perfume he loves that you practically drown yourself in, but to see your initial reaction to the weed. 

The smoke burns your throat before you could fully inhale, coughing violently whilst pounding on your chest to ease it. Haruchiyo grabs water from the front, tossing it to your lap as you erupt in a series of coughs. “What is that?” 

“I dunno.” He eyes the joint between his two fingers, looking oddly fascinated by it. “I just heard it was strong.”

“No shit.” It hurts when you talk, still feeling the ghost of smoke searing your oesphagus. 

His spare hand hooks onto your legs, and you yelp as he swings them over on his lap, slender fingers rubbing up and down your thigh as he smokes. “You’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t wanna.” You shift upwards on the seats, sitting on his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to rest your forehead against the side of his face and shoulder. The scent of his cologne is overpowered by the marjiuana, but it’s still visible, dipping your face between his neckline and sighing. “This one is too much.” 

“Are my eyes red?” His jaw moves when he speaks, and it tickles as his smooth skin brushes against your cheek.

It pains you to move from your current position, his warmth and scent are soothing to you, but you shift back, turning the car lights on to see better. The corners of his eyes are red, and he’s struggling to keep them fully open. 

“Yeah, they are.” The urge to brush his cheeks is tempting, and your fingers twitch and hesitate by your side.

“Hey hey, wanna see somethin’ cool?” When you nod, he shifts upwards, his hand grabbing to hold onto your waist to ground you before you slip off his lap. 

The sudden contact had you stiffening, blood roaring in your ears as his strong hand held your side. You watch him perform a trick, his diaphragm contracting as he inhales, lips pursed as he exhales, several rings of smoke following suit. Your brows raise in surprise, ready to praise him when he sucks it all back in with one huge breath, the rings dismantling in the air. 

He turns back to look at you, chin high in the air, eyes tinted red gleaming as he grins at you, cheerful and animated. You can’t help it, reaching out to cup his soft cheeks with one hand, tracing over the outline of his lips, the shape of his scars with your thumb. 

It’s like he’s frozen stiff as your fingers feel up his face, and he blinks at you as you look at him with those soft eyes of yours. “You’re so cute, Haru.”

His eyes dilate; from the light in the car, or the strong weed you don’t know, can’t tell. What you can tell is that from his silence, his mind is running wild, thoughts bouncing across his brain from left to right, mirroring the way his eyes dart over your face, your lips, and the curve of your nose.

“So are you.” The words spill out from his lips faster than the blush creeps onto his cheeks. He looks away, embarrassed, clearing his throat before smoking from the joint again. “I learnt it from Ran. That useless lazy fucker is sometimes helpful.”

“Ran, huh?” Your fingers find themselves latched to the front strands of his hair tucked into a ponytail, twirling it on your fingertips. “He’s the tall one, right?”

He chuckles, short and amused, voice muffled from the joint between his lips. “All my friends are tall, ya know?”

“Well maybe if you let me around your friends, I’d be able to identify them.”

“You’ll live without ‘em,” he says, blowing smoke in your face, snorting when you cough and swat the smoke away, then try to hit the side of his face, only for him to catch your hand in time. “Your reflexes suck ass.”

You struggle to shift your hand from his grip, frowning at him. “I’m not a ninja.”

“I can teach you to be one.” 

“You a sensei, now?”

“I’m anything and everything. Like Batman.” 

He smiles when you laugh softly, the sound making him feel lightheaded, paired along with the weed flowing through his veins. “Batman is rich, though. You’re not.”

“I can steal money, all is good.” His hand, warm and hot, slides under the hem of your shirt, leaving a searing trail behind his movements that burns into your skin. “I’ll buy you anything once I get rich. Promise.”

He’s been subtly leaning closer as he speaks the whole time, but you don’t notice until his forehead brushes yours and you’re both staring at each other, daring the other to move closer.  “ Anything? ”

Green eyes fall down to your lips, not even trying to look subtle. “Anything.”

Fuck, at this angle you look so pretty, staring down at him with those dreamy eyes of yours, looking at him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. He always feels like that around you, another reason why he loves getting high around you. It forces him to be vulnerable around you, letting the feelings he’s been shovelling down refsurface.

Though it’s risky, and there’s nothing more he fears than rejection, he’s always been a risk taker. You make him feel good with your words, your presence, your voice, the silly moments you two share alone in his car, your room, his room. 

Your lips are what he favours the most on your face, always glossy with whatever flavour lipbalm you wear that day, and he physically fights the urge to kiss them just to guess it. His eyes are drawn towards your lips like a magnet. The way you bite at them when you’re focused, chew on the skin when you’re nervous, lick them when they’re dry, he notices, and wonders how soft they truly are.

“Do…do you wanna kiss me?” Your question catches him off guard, brows knitting in confusion as he wonders if he’s been speaking his thoughts aloud this entire time, but in truth, he’s been making his intentions obvious as he’s been staring at nothing but your lips the entire time.

“Huh? Don’t be weird.” He instantly facepalms himself mentally, fighting the urge to turn back time to take back his words, but it’s too late when your brows rise, lips parting slightly in surprise before looking down at your lap with a slight frown.

“Oh, sorry. That was weird, wasn’t it?”

“It’s fine.” His heart stings in his chest, he can feel it clenching painfully leaving nothing but a hollow feeling in the depths of his stomach when he realises you’re upset. “Why’d you ask that anyway?”

Maybe he can shift the narrative, find out a way to spin the conversation back to kissing. He still has a chance. “Have you never kissed anyone before?”

“I have!” The pout is back on your face, but not from being sad; he can tell the difference, so he sighs in relief. But still…the way your lower lip juts out slightly has him fighting the urge to tug and bite at it. “I’m not a virgin, idiot.”

He doesn’t bother trying to hide the surprise on his face, and you notice. “What? It’s that hard to believe someone would fuck me? Am I that ugly or something?” 

The effects of the weed start kicking in,  now you feel yourself getting emotional over nothing.

“I never even said anything.” 

“You didn’t need to. I’m not stupid, Haru.”

He flexes his jaw as he glares at you, trying to shovel his anger down. The argument is pointless, so he stays silent, bringing the blunt back to his lips. He inhales it for longer this time, and it can’t possibly be healthy for his lungs, but he doesn’t care.

“What time is it?” you ask, and his hand squeezes your waist tighter, stopping you from squirming from his lap.

“Why do you need the time?”

“Because I gotta get going at seven.”

“...why ?”

“Because…” you chirp, shifting to face him with a huge smile on your face, “I’ve got a date.” 

When you bite down on your lip, he can’t even be bothered to look down at it, or notice it. It’s silent in the car as you wait for Haru to be your best friend/wingman that hypes you, ask you for his name, height, age, job, personality, whatever. But he’s silent, face unreadable, and the tension in the car rises thick when he continues to stay silent; your excitement fades along with your smile.

He knows he’s been silent for too long, now everything is awkward, but he can’t find the right words to say. Congratulations? It’s just a date, what do you expect him to do? Find you wedding rings? 

His brain isn’t co-operating either, not in the right state of mind to process his words like a filter, so he says nothing before he says something he’ll regret.

“...Anyway,” you have to choke your words out, refusing to show your slight embarrassment, “hurry up and get high, so I can leave and get laid.”

“I am high.”

“Then I can leave.”

“No, you can’t.” He glares back when you glare at him, but he can’t find it in himself to control himself any longer. Maybe it was a bad idea to get high in a confided space with you, on his lap, with your face so close to his. 

“Why can’t I?”

“...’cause he’s a loser, and you don’t wanna get laid by a loser.”

You snort. “He’s the only loser available, so maybe I do want to.”

“What if…there’s another loser available?” He goes stiff and still when your eyes flick up to his face, looking concentrated at him eye to eye as if you were trying to decipher his words. “Me. I’m the loser.”

“You?” He simply nods and you do the opposite and shake your head. “You’re not a loser.”

“Yeah, I am.” You shift on his lap when he shrugs, leaning his head back against the headrest, and you watch as smoke leaves his lips as he exhales. 

His senses are intensified with the drugs, your fingers tickling their way up his shoulders, along his neck, to behind his head, lacing them between his soft hair. Leaning down, you hold his face in your hands and kiss him.

The moment your lips touch his, he feels like the world paused, and he’s dying to find whoever has control over the remote of his life so they could press play and he could embrace you like he deserves. Or, maybe he’s dying, and whoever is up there allows him to imagine just one night with you before he fades into nothing.

It’s real, all real. The tender slide of your lips against his are real, the sensation of his teeth sinking into your soft plump lips, biting, and nibbling at it is real, the gentle moans he eagerly draws from your lips when his tongue swipes against yours, wet, messy and sloppy is real. 

“Fuck—” you whisper along the swell of his lips, pulling away to examine his face.

He looks gone, shallow half-lidded eyes looking up at you with blown wide pupils, mouth half open as if he’s forgotten how to close it. 

“Haru, you there?” Your knuckle traces along the side of his face, stopping under his chin, lifting it to look up at you.

“Yeah yeah, ‘m here.” 

Your giggle echoes in his ears, and he’s never been harder in his life, cock pressing uncomfortably tight against his pants. “Good, because you look wasted right now.”

“Just, fuck— stop talkin’. C’mere.” He pulls you down for a kiss with a hand at the back of your head, sloppily working his mouth against yours. He tastes like weed, the smell strong but it doesn’t stop you from licking into his mouth, desperate to drive the strong taste away and replace it. 

Big, strong hands wander the length of your back, slipping under your shirt, cold hands hugging you tight, tight to his body that you can’t help but arch into him.

A sound that comes from the inside of the house has you pulling away, turning to face the window, and he trails his lips down the length of your neck. His nose pokes into the flesh of your neck as he sucks deep, red hickeys onto the plane of your neck, breathing heavily as he savours the feeling of your soft feeling of your skin. 

He could get used to this; the weed makes him feel like your skin is ten times softer, or maybe that’s how it generally feels and you’re just perfect, so soft everywhere. 

“Tak—take this off.” The words are lost to your neck as he sucks along the column of your throat, rogue hands wandering along your chest, up your shirt, kneading your tits through your bra.

“Okay, okay, wait —” When you pull backwards, he follows, leaning up from the seat, lips attached to your neck by the hip. “Haru. If you want to see me naked, you’re gonna have to let me remove my clothes.”

“Just…wait a min’ longer…” He sucks harder, and you shudder as shivers race down your body at the feeling of his teeth nibbling at the sensitive part of your neck. When he’s satisfied, he pulls away, admiring his handiwork. “You look so sexy like this, fuck.” He’s tugging your shirt off, throwing it behind you, uncaring of where it lands. 

Warm hands roam your stomach, your sides, sliding up further to wrap around your throat. “So beautiful ‘n sexy, just for me.”

“You already said sexy.” He hums absentmindedly, obviously not paying attention if the way he’s squeezing the fat of your breasts were any indication. 

“You’re sexy times two.” He grins up at you before pulling your bra cup down, and you inhale sharply when it brushes down your nipple. “No, no actually. Times infinity.”

You flush hot at his words, especially when his lips brush against your ears, biting down against the shell. He’s sweating from the heat in the car plus the heat from both your panting bodies. 

“Don’t you think we should—ah fuck—” He tugs you upwards on his lap, your clothed cunt grinding against his hard cock, hands curling into fists behind his neck. 

“We should what?” His musical chuckle vibrates along your ear, sending cold shivers down your spine, forcing you to arch to chase the feeling away. You squeal when he bites down along your ear once more, smirkingpleasantly at the soft, squishy press of your tits against his chest.

“We should go to your room. I mean there’s not much room in here.” Your neck aches from the angle you’re sitting at, neck bent at an awkward angle to avoid hitting the roof of the car. 

There’s not enough space in this crammed car to fit yourself comfortably. Haru, on the other hand, is more than comfortable, seated on the seats like a king that’s blessed the majestic view of your half naked body atop of his. 

“I got an idea,” he says, not giving you a moment to wonder what he’s thinking before he’s lifting you from his lap, plopping you onto the seats. Your forearm darts quickly to cover your chest when he pops the car door open, lips pressed together tightly as he walks to the front seat, yanks the door open without a care and readjusts the seats back, pushing it till there’s enough room between the wheel. “This space big enough for ya?”

You tilt your head past the seat, surveying the space with a keen eye. There’s enough room for you to kneel down and take his cock in your mouth without a fuss or a struggle. A bed sounds nicer though, the thought of sinking into his soft mattress as he fucks you crosses your mind, but it’s overpowered when you remember his siblings are home and you’d rather die than let them hear you.

“Seems good,” you shrug, sliding quickly out the car; the cold air from the garage AC hits you smack in the chest, hardening your nipples momentarily. 

“Ah, ah wait.” Haru pulls you back before you could climb on top of him. The cute way your tilt your head at him, confused, makes his heart do a triple beat for a moment. “I wanna try somethin’.”

“Okay…” 

It’s stressful the way he’s manouevring you along the seat, pressing your back into the front seat as he shifts to kneel between your legs. “Hold your legs up for me.”

You swallow hard, unable to taste your saliva with how fast your nerves are racing. Doing as he said, you bring your hands under your thighs, holding them up as he tugs your pants down, struggling to get them past your bent knees, glaring at you when you choke on your laugh, muttering out a quick apology. 

“Don’t apologise now. You’ll be beggin’ for it later, trust me.”

His confidence is over the roof right now, evident in his strong posture, shoulders back as he leans forward, swiping a finger along your folds with ease. 

“You’re really wet.” Your slick catches on the tip of his finger, and you want to hide your face between your hands when his pink tongue darts out to lick at it. 

“Could you maybe not do that? It’s awkward…”

He hums when he looks at you; now it’s his turn to tilt his head at you. “How else am I supposed to eat you out then?” His hands press themselves between yours under your thighs, and your back aches from almost sliding down the seat in this awkward position. “You want me to skip the prep? Fuck you into the seat right now?”

“I mean—” It sounds like a good idea, but then you remember the length and thickness of his cock through his pants and swallow excessively. “Prep please.”

He smiles at you, the car light reflecting off the side of his face as he dips his face closer, digging his fingers into the swell of your thighs, nose pressed against your folds and sniffs so hard it’s like a vacuum, your clit tingles with the need to have his tongue in you. 

“This gonna sound so weird, but I really don’t give a fuck but…” he moans as he licks along your slit, a long, wet stripe from the bottom to the top, “you taste so good, fuck—”

“Haru stop…” He seals his lips around your clit, fingernails digging into your thighs as he sucks hard, numbing your clit with the continous flicks of his tongue moving at rapid speed. “Oh my go—”

Your hands fight the urge to fly to his hair, pull him closer to grind his nose against your stubborn clit, but you remember his instructions, to keep your hands on your thighs, keep you spread open for him. 

He’s devouring your pussy like a starved individual, flicking his tongue rapidly, slurping the wetness that drips from your puffy folds. You try to close your legs, try to squirm away from the ticklish feeling of his wet tongue trying to squeeze its way through your cunt, but it’s intoxicating, and overwhelming, especially when his finger tickles against your hole.

It’s fascinating watching it go in and out, and Haru dreads pulling his mouth away from your cunt but he needs to watch your face as his finger slides knuckle deep inside you. His bloodshot eyes twinkle as he watches your slick coat the length of his finger, translucent liquid dripping down his knuckles to the seat. 

“You always get this wet?”

“I don’t know…” It’s not often you finger yourself, so the experience is first hand. You’re also partially amazed that your body managed to produce this much slick from a single finger. “Wait, wait, right there. That feels so good—”

“Here?” His finger curls inside you, itching the side of that spongy spot. 

“No, no—not there, wait—” Your hips shift to the side a little, then it’s like something switches inside you, hands shaking against your thighs as he spreads you out with a second finger, applying pressure to that spot that has your moans increasing in pitch. 

His cock twitches with the need to replace his fingers, sink himself deep inside you, watch your eyes cross as you melt in pleasure. He leans forward, slurping, sucking along the sensitive hood of your clit.

Your body feels numb, voice coming out as breathy pants as you tilt your head back to hit the headrest, giving into the warm, fuzzy feeling deep inside your abdomdem as he fingers you to your climax. 

He knows that you're close when your walls cling and squeeze his fingers tight, barely giving him enough room to move them. His own tongue slithers through your folds, lapping up the leftover slick. The taste of you is better than he’d expected, and he thinks he could live between your legs for the rest of his life. 

There’s a swell of pride swirling through his chest when he feels you lose yourself on his fingers and tongue, your teeth pressing into your bottom lip painfully as you jolt and sit up from the effects of your orgasm. Your hands forget holding your thighs up, gripping onto his hair tied up loosely in a ponytail and tug him forward, craving the warmth of his mouth sealed around your clit as your world comes tumbling down.

It takes a couple moments for you to get yourself together, still holding painfully onto his hair before letting go. He presses ticklish kisses along your thighs, licking at the wetness spread along them. 

“That was—” You swallow, trying to find the words since your brain isn’t co-operating. “That was so good.”

You look all cute when flustered, face heated and flushed, your pretty lips left open as you pant heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath. 

“Think I found my new addiction.” He grins up at you, big hands squeezing the fat of your thighs as he kneels up between your legs, wrapping them around his waist and leans in for a kiss.

Your hands cup his cheeks, holding him close to you as he licks into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, giving you a moment to gather your nerves because you’re going to need it. 

“I’m ready,” you mumble into his mouth, feeling the shiver that races down his spine.

“Bet, okay. Hold on.” He draws back, big hands spreading your thighs apart.

You look at him through your lashes as he sheds his shirt, tossing it behind you. His body is lean, capacious, abs faint but visible and your mouth waters, hand flying out to run down his stomach. Your touch is so light, his muscles flinching away from the ticklish feeling. Everything you do to him makes him feel so good. 

He grips both your hands, pinning them above the headrest. “Keep ‘em there,” he says, unbuckling his belt, sliding his pants down to his knees. He grabs a condom from his back pocket, ignoring your humourless stare.

“You planned this?” You gesture at the condoms with your head. 

“Better be safe than sorry.” He bites the end of the wrapper, pulling the condom out, rolling it slowly down his shaft. 

Your eyeroll is cut short when the tip of his cock angles itself at your entrance. He can see the way you’re dripping, the slick smeared along your thighs. 

Warmth engulfs the head of his cock as he slowly pushes it in you, and he hisses, biting his lip to stop himself from thinking how good you feel, how tight you’re going to squeeze his cock, how he’s going to cum inside you—

You’re panting, the tip of his cock stretching you out, almost screaming when it pushes past, the thick head making you dizzy it carves a path inside you. “Ah, Haru that—” He pushes deeper, and his eyes roll back when you clench around him.

Haru swears, gripping onto the base of his cock, squeezing it to stop himself from cumming too quickly, pushing through the urge to shove the rest of his length inside you. He stills halfway, needing to take a moment to compose himself, his mind fuzzy and warm, and he feels lightheaded. 

He has to close his eyes, knowing if he looks down, seeing his cock between your legs, halfway inside you, he’d cum in an instant. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to wait—I can take it,” you pant, hips desperately trying to rut forward. “Please…”

He takes a moment to swallow, groaning lowly, as he pushes the rest of his cock inside you, trying to ignore the tight suction of your walls. The moment he bottoms out, he’s falling forward, dipping his face between your neck and shoulder and moans, the sound desperate and needy, causing your pussy to clench and quiver around him.

You wrap your legs around his waist, arms wrapping around his head as you hold him closely, enjoying the feeling of his breath tickling your shoulders. “You okay?” 

It’s funny how you’re asking him this instead of the other way round, and a part of you feels pride in the fact you could make someone this desperate and needy without effort. 

“I’m good…it’s just…fuck , you’re so tight.” He forces himself to inhale deeply, eyes squeezing shut painfully to compose himself. He shivers at the feeling of your nails raking up and down his hair, scratching at his scalp addictvely. “You’re good though, right? It doesn’t hurt?”

You shake your head, smiling softly at him. “Nah. The seats a little uncomfortable but…that’s about it. You can move, Haru.”

“It’s uncomfy? Oh…” You almost want to cry when he pulls out, but he’s lifting you from the seat, switching your positions, slotting you back down on his lap. 

“You want me to ride you?”

He nods, biting his lip when you grab onto his cock, seating yourself down on his cock. 

“Oh my god—” You feel so full, his thick cock stretches your walls, whimpering beside his ear when he rolls his hips sensually, pressing his cock deeper inside you. 

“ Holy shit , you’re so tight.” Your pussy drives him into a frenzy, eyes threatening to roll back at the way your cunt squeezes him so tight, clinging to every inch of him. 

He swears, voice low, sounding wrecked as you begin riding him a little faster, slowly lifting your hips up and down. The obscene squelch of your pussy grasping pathetically around his thick shaft has him biting his lip so hard he might draw blood. 

“ Haru.” You wail his name, collapsing onto his chest, shuddering when his hands, rough and warm, grab onto your hips to slow your pace down. 

“Yeah?” His voice is quiet, like a whisper, so he clears his throat and tries again. “Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“Lemme move—” You trail your lips down his neck in an attempt to soften him, waiting for him to let go of you so you can move faster. There’s a nudging spot inside you, an itch that needs to be scratched. Your attempt to move is shut down again, frustration building up and up the longer you feel his cock twitch inside you. “Haru please…”

“If I let go, you gotta promise to take it slow.”

“But I wanna make you feel good.” You whisper along his lips, tugging at it with your teeth. He groans into your mouth, and shifts for a moment, his cock follows suit, twitching desperately for some friction. “Wait, do that again.”

“This?” He rolls his hips upwards, rolls your hips backwards and forwards, and you drip a little wetter down his leg, wetting his thighs. 

“Yes. Do it again.” 

He starts a steady pace, steady enough for you to feel the way he’s deliberately aiming at that spot in you that makes you squirm around. 

“I’m so close.” He says beside your ear, his voice lingering in your head, clouded by the feeling of his hands roaming your back, scratching at it with every bounce you give him. 

“Me…me too.” 

He’s tense, gritting his teeth when you clench around him. You shift backwards, unslinking your hands from around his neck to grab at his knees, using them as leverage to support yourself as you roll your hips in circles.

He can feel the energy buzzing between you both, can feel the tingling sensation on the edge of his fingertips, the drugs running through his veins has the regular feeling of sex intensifieid, and he swears he can feel every inch of you. 

Everything is so hot right now, the temperature in the car, the feel of your hands braced against his knees, the way your nails dig into the bone, the way your tits bounce in his face as you fuck yourself on his cock. 

You clench when you cum, and he leans forward suddenly, grabbing your hips to lift you up, slamming you back down with a loud moan, hips jerking as he cums inside you. 

You’re shaking, trembling at the feeling of his cum spurting inside you, the wet sensation is ticklish, cold shivers running down your spine. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles again, holding you down to feel your greedy walls sucking him in further. “Holy fuck, I could stay here forever.”

“I need a shower.” You say once you come back to your senses, groaning softly when you lift yourself up and off his cock, the wet squelch following after echoes throughout the car. 

“That’s so hot.” He mutters, eyes wide with fascincation as he reaches out to thumb at your clit, enjoying the way you shiver and let out a soft moan as he rubs it in circles. “Holy shit that’s so hot. You’re so hot.”

“I kno—” It’s distracting when you can feel his cum dripping out from you slowly making you lose your train of thought , the drip of it is anticipating until it forms a small pool between both of your bodies. “I know.”

“You hesitated.” 

“I didn’t.”

He removes his thumb, wiping the wetness from it along his tongue, tasting you, and you feel your face flush at the action, burning hot when looks up at you, the corners of his mouth dragging up slowly. “You did.”

“Shut up.” 

Sanzu’s reaching towards the backseat for his stash, and you laugh at how his arm barely reaches it, flailing it uselessly around the air. 

“You’re not gonna reach it, Haru.”

“Watch me.”

He grunts and groans like he’s lifting heavy bricks, and you start to take pity on him. “Dude, just give up.”

“No.”

 If there’s one thing about Sanzu it’s that he’s determined, but not in the way you think. It’s more the stubborn version, always trying to do the impossible, ignoring you when you tell him it’s not possible, then sulks when he fails. 

He clicks his tongue, shifting you down on his lap so he has more room and this time successfully grabs at it. “Told you. Always hatin’ on me.”

You giggle, faint and shrill, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder, watching him dug through the contents of the bag, his slender, skilled fingers professionally rolling another blunt. 

It’s silent in the car again, you two both bask in each other’s presence. Both of you refusing to discuss what happened earlier, not sure if those sudden feelings you felt were because of the weed or if there’s something else deep inside, a false truth you’ve refused to make terms with, or shoved them aside for another unknown reason unbeknownst to you.

Your head is racing with thoughts, pictures of Haru wondering where you suddenly felt these emotions towards him came from. The thought of sharing him with anyone else angers you, but it shouldn’t because you’re both friends. The thought of him laying in a car with another girl on top of him angers you, makes you feel bitter and resentment towards this imaginary woman your brain fabricated inside your head.

It’s like your body is working against you. 

Stupid weed. 

Haru’s gone for the second time today, and for the first time in what felt like ten minutes—in actuality it was only three—you look up at him. He looks like he’s falling asleep, those chubby cheeks of his so promising, so soft, you can’t help but shift upwards, pressing soft kisses against them.

It should be weird to him  that he doesn’t question your sudden out of character movements, but then again you both did just have sex not longer than five minutes ago. 

His phone rings at the backseat, pulling you away from his neck where you were sucking fresh purple hickeys onto and he groans when your ass brushes aginst his cock. It’s been slightly hard the entire time, still not over his recent orgasm, but not strong enough to maintain itself to stand tall. 

“What’re you doin’?” You freeze as your hand hovers over his phone. 

“Your phone’s been ringing non-stop. It’s irritating.” The caller ID is Ran, and part of you wants to answer it so you can know what he looks like. It’s been nudging at your brain the entire time, trying to figure out which one of his friends is who, trying to put the pieces of the faceless group of boys together to solve the puzzle. 

“Just ignore it—okay then.” You answer the phone away, turning the camera away from your naked body onto Sanzu’s face. You squirm around, trying to find where Sanzu threw your bra and shirt as the two engage in small talk.

“What do you want?”

Ran snorts on the other end, his voice deep, familiar, and husky. “Don’t needa get all pissy, you big baby. Takeomi wants to know where you are.”

“What the fuck does that have to do wit’ me?”

“Call him, or somethin’. I don’t fuckin’ know?”

Haru sniffs, nose wrinkling when the smoke he blows out invades his nostrils. “Tell him I’m busy.”

“Being a fuckin’ junkie?” Ran snorts, petty and bitterly, voice now laced in sarcasm. “So productive.”

Haruchiyo rolls his eyes at the same time you put your shirt back on, reaching under your shirt to fix the straps of your bra. “I’m doing more than getting high, you slug. I’m with my friend.”

You had tuned out the conversation from the beginning, your main priority being your clothes, but at the mention of ‘friend’, he jostles his leg, catching your attention. “Say hello.”

“Uh…hello?”

“Oh? Who might you be?”

“I’m—” Haruchiyo ends the call before you could even get the first letter of your name out. “What the hell?”

He lazily shrugs, tossing his phone into the backseat without a care. It hits the edge of the seat, before hitting the floor with a mild smack. Two noble fingers grasp at your chin, redirecting your gaze from his probably broken phone to his face. 

The kiss is passionate, and long, his wet slide of his tongue laving itself inside your mouth. Your face grows hot when his lips wrap around the length of your tongue, sucking the moisture from it, replacing it with his own. It’s messy but you don’t care, happily drinking the mixed saliva from his mouth. 

His sharp teeth sink into your lips, stopping you from pulling away, kissing you with fervour as his heavy head spins, and bright flashes of colour appears behind his closed eyes.

“I’m so hungry,” he gasps out when he finally pulls away, wiping the saliva from his mouth with his forearm, giving you back the breath he stole from your lungs with that kiss.

“You want me to drive you to McDonalds?”

He grins up at you, that stupid adorable look on his face that has your heart warming in your chest. “Is this your way of asking me out on a date?”

“It’s my way of forcing some food down your throat before you die of starvation.”

“What if I was thirsty instead?”

“McDonalds sells drinks, dumbass.”

“ Or… ” He places his hands on your hips, pulling you forward on his lap. You yelp at the motion, hands flying to the headrest behind him to stabilise yourself. 

What he’s insinuating is lost to you for a moment, only becoming obvious when his hand snakes down to your pussy, thumb nudging insistently at your clit. His eyes dip down to your chest, your nipples still hard and poking through the thin fabric of your shirt, then drags them back up to your face and smiles.

“You’re so horny.” Your eyeroll is fabricated and fake, part of you deep down wants it too. 

“You like it though.” It’s true, and he knows it too. The defeated look on your face is all he needs to know when he moves to open the car door, nodding his head outside. “Let’s go to my room now.”

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

KINKTOBER (reuploaded)

Smoke Sesh (Chris)

Request: Hii can I get a Chris fic of where they are chilling and having a smoke sesh then they get all touchy feely and they end up having kinky sex

Warnings: use of marijuana, oral (m/f receiving), degradation, friends to lovers, slightly jealous!chris, i think that’s it

A/N: in honor of 4/20 lmao

Chris’ pov

I’m currently bored as fuck, neither of my brothers would be home for hours so had nothing to do. They left early this morning and won’t be back until late tomorrow night, leaving me alone for almost 48 hours. It’s not that I hate being alone, it’s more so that I hate not being entertained. I was just laying in bed scrolling through and watching TikToks when my phone went off. It was Y/n, the first friend we ever made in LA.

Y/n was honestly, hands down, my best friend, I know she likes to get dressed up and stuff but we’re literally just gonna be smoking so there’s no need to dress all nice. As promised, she was at my door in some Fresh Love pants that matched the ones I was wearing, and a black tank top. “Y/N/N!” I yelled while dragging out her name, making her laugh as I hugged her, “Let’s go to my room and smoke.” I added after.

We got down to my room and Y/n took off her shoes and threw her keys onto my desk before immediately flopping down face-first on my bed. I laughed as she turned her head to look at me, “I love your bed dude, it’s so fucking comfortable!” she said in an exaggerated tone. “Get up or we’re not smoking.” I told her half-jokingly, while I sat in my desk chair grinding my weed.

Y/n’s pov

Begrudgingly, I got off his bed to go grab his bong, “Where are you going with that?” he asked as I walked to his bathroom. “I’m putting water in it you dumb bitch, it’s empty.” I laughed back at him making him pout, I filled the bong with some water and set it on his desk as he put the grinder down. I sat next to it on the desk as Chris packed himself a bowl before taking a hit and handing it to me.

I copied his actions handing it back to him to pack another bowl but he set it down, “Dude! We gotta take a picture for the Fresh Love insta later, I just realized we’re matching!” he said all excited. This made me laugh, “Yeah we can definitely take one later.” after two more bowls we started to feel the high a bit, “My ass hurts.” I blurted out without thinking. Chris started laughing, “What the fuck, why?” “Because your desk is uncomfortable, duh.” I said back.

“Then why are you sitting there dumbass?” Chris said while packing another bowl, “You only have one chair in your room.” I told him while he took another hit. He passed the bong back to me and as I was taking a hit Chris said, “Well you could always sit on my lap next time.” he shrugged making me choke on the smoke. “Woah there buddy, you good?” Chris laughed as he took the bong away from me, “Why would you say that!?” I yelled at him after I stopped coughing. He scooted his chair so he was now in between my legs with his hands on my calves, both of us finally feeling the affects of the weed.

“C’mon, sitting on my lap can’t be that bad.” he joked , rolling his eyes before scooting his chair back a little, “Come sit on my lap.” he added. “No, we gotta take pictures for Fresh Love’s insta, remember?” I threw back at him, “Fine, fine.” he replied before standing up. “Let’s take them in the mirror, stand in front of me.” Chris instructed, handing me his phone, I wasn’t expecting Chris to put his head on my shoulder and grab my waist. And I most definitely was not expecting him to pull me back against him, pressing himself against my ass!

“Cover your face with the phone and turn flash on for the picture so they don’t realize it’s us.” Chris said while hiding his head in my neck, making sure you could still see the Fresh Love logo on his sweatpants. I took a couple of pictures, including one with us holding hands when I felt Chris start squeezing my hand tightly, like I’d run away if he let go. Then I felt a ghost of a kiss to my neck but chose to ignore it until I felt another one. We were both stood in front of the mirror still, no longer taking pictures, when he pulled me back against him again and placed another, barely there kiss to my neck.

“Chris, what are you doing?” I asked, causing him to pull away, “Nothing, just showin’ my best friend some love.” he replied unconvincingly as he went back to sitting in his chair. I went back towards his desk to sit on it when he stopped me, “The desk’s uncomfortable remember, why don’t you just sit on my lap?” he inquired, grabbing my hands with his own. “That’s weird, we’re friends.” I simply stated but Chris being his usual annoying self had something else to say. “Sit on my lap or else we aren’t gonna smoke a few more bowls.” he claimed, making me whine in frustration.

“Fine but it’s gonna be weird.” I pouted and he guided me down to sit on his lap sideways. “You’re sitting on my lap, so you can’t get mad if I accidentally get hard.” he laughed, causing me to give him a grossed out look, even though I wouldn’t actually mind. We both smoked three more bowls before feeling extremely high, I was giggling at everything Chris was saying at this point. “You know, you sound cute when you laugh like that.” he said causing me to blush. “Awww you’re blushing!” he added while poking my cheek. Chris wrapped his left arm around my waist, as I was facing the right, and kept poking my face. “Chris stop poking me or I’ll bite your finger off!” I threatened playfully, causing us both to laugh as he stopped.

Chris’ right hand kept running over my calves while his left had a firm grip on my waist, my right arm was around his shoulders and my left was in my lap. His hand moved up to my arm instead, trailing it up to my shoulder and ghosting it over the side of my neck. We were both silently looking at each other as he did so until he spoke “Can you play with my hair? I like when you scratch my head with your nails, just don’t pull it.” “What happens if I pull it?” I asked, already knowing answer. “You don’t wanna know.” he smirked, as I stared playing with his hair. Chris kept letting out little hums of contentment with a cute little smile on his face as I did so. However, I was not expecting what his did next though, it took me completely by surprise.

This time when his hand moved up towards my neck, he wrapped his fingers around my throat in a joking manner. Slightly choking me to gauge my reaction, I almost moaned but instead I just looked at him with wide eyes. Chris laughed as he removed his hand, “Oh my god, you totally liked that!” he said making me blush. “N-No I didn’t.” I said nervously knowing damn well that I did, in fact, like it. “You’re a kinky motherfucker.” he joked but stopped laughing when I mumbled “You don’t know the half of it…” without thinking. “Do tell me more.” he said intrigued, I could feel his cock growing half-hard under my ass.

“You only get to know one more thing. I like to be degraded in bed. Like if a guy calls me a slut while we’re making out I’ll instantly get on my knees for him.” I laughed as Chris’ eyes grew a bit dark due to his pupils blowing out. He protectively tightened his grip on my waist, “You better not be doing that shit for other dudes.” he said gruffly, making me a little confused. “A girl has needs you know!? I can’t always get myself off.” I teased, knowing that I haven’t hooked up with anyone in months, I was just trying to make him mad at this point. “You aren’t allowed to do that anymore. If you’re horny, you come to me and I’ll fix it.” he said while staring into my eyes. Enjoying how worked up I was getting him, I decided to do more teasing, “I don’t know, I’ve seen quite a few girls leaving you’re room looking very unsatisfied…” I said with a pout.

“I haven’t even hooked up with anyone in over a year but yeah, they probably were unsatisfied because they were just a quick fuck so I could cum.” he said with an unamused face. I pulled his hair a bit, “That’s rude.” I told him, “I’d actually take my fucking time with you, make you cum at least once before even getting my dick wet.” he groaned, getting fully hard beneath me. “Mhm, sure you would.” I taunted him, Chris roughly grabbed me by my jaw before pulling me closer towards his face. “Don’t fucking test me right now Y/n. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk properly for a week.” he growled before aggressively letting go of my jaw. “I bet your panties are soaked just thinking about it. Getting treated like a whore by your best friend turns you on so much, doesn’t it?” he said in a low voice while looking into my eyes.

I unintentionally whimpered at the thought, I’ve had so many wet dreams about being manhandled by him before but I never thought he’d actually want to fuck me. Chris helped move me so I was now straddling him, both of his hands on my thighs. I was regretting my choice to not wear a bra as he was turning me on, making my nipples grow hard. “Let me feel how wet I make you, yeah?” he questioned, I responded with a quiet “Yeah.” back as I blushed heavily. Chris let out a pleased hum, grinding me onto his cock a few times before moving his hand towards the top of my sweats. He slipped his hand past the waistband, rubbing me over my panties before moving them to the side.

Rubbing two fingers through my folds, groaning when he felt how wet I was. “Damn, I really do turn you on. What’d you say I do something to fix that, huh?” he asked seductively. I wrapped my arms around his neck before leaning in closer to his face so our lips were inches apart. I mumbled, “I say you better start getting to work.” before smashing our lips together in a heated kiss. Chris’ hands came down to my ass to make me grind on him before sliding his tongue across my bottom lip. I denied him access causing him to let out a very displeased groan, he took the clip I had holding my hair up, out and threw it towards the desk. He laced his fingers through my hair from underneath, tightly gripping the hair at the base of my skull and harshly pulling it.

This made me let out a surprised moan of both pain and pleasure, granting him access to my mouth. Our tongues slid against each other’s as he loosened his grip on my hair and started massaging my scalp to ease the pain. I sucked on Chris’ tongue slightly, causing him to let out a whiny moan before pulling away panting. “Nobody has ever done that to me before but holy fuck it was hot!” he panted out as I pulled his wife beater over his head. “I bet I can do a lot of things that nobody else has ever done to you before…” I bit my lip while tracing a finger from his chest up to his chin, pulling it upward to look at me. Chris already looked so dazed from both the weed and the sexual tension between us.

I gently gripped his jaw and smashed our lips together again, immediately sucking on his tongue again. I sucked harder this time, seeing as he liked it so much the first time, making him let out a loud whiny moan and buck his hips up. As I pulled away I lightly bit his lip and stood up, “Close your eyes for me.” I instructed him but of course he was curious as to what I was planning. “Why?” he questioned and I leaned down so our eyes were level to say, “It’s a surprise.” before smiling and pressing our lips together in a quick kiss. He begrudgingly agreed and closed his eyes, during this time I took my pants off and tank top before getting on my knees, keeping my panties on.

“Open your eyes.” I said seductively, “Shit! You really are a fucking whore for my cock aren’t you?” he groaned while standing up. He stood in front of me stroking the side of my face with his hand, “So pretty, it’s a shame that I’m going to ruin you.” he smiled at me. “Tell me what you want and it’s done.” I smiled back, Chris slid off his sweatpants, leaving his boxers on for me to take off. “I want you to suck my cock, pretty girl.” he ordered, I palmed his hard-on before pulling his boxers down, my eyes nearly popped out of my head at his size. For Chris being a skinny guy, I expected him to have a smaller dick, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but boy was I wrong. Chris had to be at least a solid 8.5 inches and was extremely girthy too, the mushroomed tip an angry red, oozing precum down his shaft. “What’s wrong babe? Never seen a dick this big before?” he asked in a cocky tone, “Um no actually, I wasn’t expecting you to have such a big dick. Most skinny guys aren’t this long or girthy.” I replied in awe.

“Well this big dicks not gonna suck itself so get to work.” he ordered me as he leant back against the wall. I took his cock in my hand, spreading the precum around before licking the tip. Chris sighed as I looked up at him licking the underside of his cock and took his tip into my mouth, sucking harshly. Due to his cock being so big, I knew it would be hard to deepthroat it so I just took as much as I could while jerking off the part that didn’t fit. Chris saw me struggling to take it all so he moved some hair out of my face, “Doing so good for me, look so pretty. It’s okay if you can’t take it all baby, you’re making me feel so good.” he praised me. I looked up at him with teary eyes, he looked so hot right now. His left hand was in a fist by his side while his right one held hair out of my face, his head was thrown back against the wall and he was letting out the most beautiful sounds.

I started swirling my tongue around his cock, pulling back and digging it into his slit, this made Chris let out a loud whine as my tongue worked it’s way around his cock. I started bobbing my head up and down on his cock at a fast pace until Chris grabbed my head and pulled me off. He stood there for a second, whimpering as his cock twitched and he breathed heavily. “God, you almost made me cum down your throat baby.” he panted out, “Why didn’t you?” I asked, upset that I didn’t get to taste his cum. “Wanna cum in your tight cunt instead.” he admitted, making me shudder, Chris then helped me up and pushed me towards the bed. I immediately understood what he wanted so I laid down on the bed, spreading my legs a bit.

Chris came to hover over me and immediately started sucking hickies into the skin of my neck. He started moving lower, causing me to moan when he started sucking on one of my nipples while playing with the other. He switched nipples before kissing down my stomach, stopping right above my pussy, groaning at the wet patch that had formed on my panties. “You really liked sucking my cock that much? Fucking slut, I bet you could get off from that alone.” he groaned before quite literally ripping my panties off. I’m not gonna lie it was pretty fucking hot but I still yelled at him, “Chris!” “Shut the fuck up, I’ll buy you a new pair!” he growled out. Without any warning, Chris went straight into roughly eating me out, I let out loud moans as my fingers went down to grip onto his hair, lightly pulling it.

When I looked down, I saw Chris already looking back at me before he moved my legs over his shoulders, sucking harshly at my entrance. He started fucking his tongue into me, swirling it around inside to rub my walls. Pulling back, Chris did something that made me let out the most pathetic moan, he vulgarly spit directly onto my pussy. Using his fingers to mix his spit with my juices before quickly rubbing my clit in fast, tight circles. My hips bucked up causing Chris to chuckle, moving his fingers down to my entrance and fucking me with them. His lips quickly wrapped around my clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue causing me to roughly pull his hair again.

Chris let out a groan against me, sending vibrations through my core and getting me close. “Fuck Chris I‘m gonna cum!” I pathetically moaned out, Chris added a third finger and started thrusting faster, rubbing against my g-spot. Pulling away for a slight second he said, “Yeah? Cum on my face you fucking whore!” groaning when he went back to sucking on my clit. I tightly pulled his hair as I came, Chris licked up all my cum, sucking on his fingers as he came back up to hover over me. “Are you sure you really want to have sex?” he asked sweetly before placing a quick kiss onto my lips, looking at my face for any signs of doubt. “So badly Chris.” I whined, he nodded his head in response, running his tip through my folds before slowly pushing in.

“Goddamn it, you’re so fucking tight baby.” he whined out, hiding his face in my neck while he waited for me to tell him he could move. “Please move.” I squirmed underneath him, Chris complied and started moving at a fast pace right off the bat. Chris pressed his lips down against mine in a rough and hot makeout, using my own move against me and sucking on my tongue, pulling a loud whine from me. One of my hands was scratching down his back while the other was roughly pulling his hair. Letting out a deep groan, Chris moved my left leg up so it was pressed against my chest and started thrusting faster. He bit my bottom lip as he pulled away from the kiss, panting and grunting as he did so. “Fuck Chris, I’m so close! Can I please cum?” I whined out, hanging his head low, Chris moved one of his hands to start rubbing my clit, making me get even closer.

“Go ahead, cum with me baby!” he moaned back, slowing down his movements as we both came hard. Chris pulled out, falling next to me and laying his head on my boobs, hugging me. “Holy fuck Y/n, that has to happen again! I’ll literally get on my knees and beg you to let me do that again.” he panted out breathlessly with a laugh. I ran my fingers through his hair, soothing his scalp from where I pulled his hair so roughly. “Oh this is for sure happening again, but Matt and Nick can’t know.” I said softly “I agree, can we cuddle and sleep? I’m exhausted.” Chris whined. I laughed before agreeing, he turned off his LED lights and we both drifted off to sleep, potentially changing our friendship forever.

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[potentialguybodyswaps]

Brother body part swap part 1:

My teen brother after finishing high school and going to the same college as me as a freshman, went though a major transformation inbetween summer break and starting college

In high school he had a lot of friends, more than I do now as a senior, and I never really herd him talk about sex or getting with anyone when he was in high school.

But whenever we’d go home after school and he’d have his friends over, they would always talk about how and who they were banging that week, my brother always had the most outlandish stories, talking about how how he’d use his big dick to fuck whatever brode it was in his story, all the moaning, and getting his face shoved into her boobs

I was kinda proud of him, I’ve only been with 3 girls myself, but what I was even more proud about was hearing how he had a big dick, I’ve seen my father’s one time on accident when I was a kid and was afraid that’s what I would peak at. luckily I’m probs 3 or 4 inches bigger than my old man. I was worried my brother didn’t get laid any in school cause he had my fathers dick size, but I guess I was wrong

I envied my brother benji , i always thought he was better looking than me, and I don’t know how he went from the popular class clown to one of the supposed fuck boi’s on campus in such a short time

His friends always thought it was a bit weird that benji would invite me to their smoke sesh and get High while they told their latest stories and I never seemed to have any

I typically would just zone out and watch the tv, as their stories would just become white noise to me while getting high

One day after his friends left, benji shortly came back and sat down next to me while I was zooted watching Rick and Morty, he was always better functioning while high, probs from smoking in high school too, so he had a couple years of experience, I only started smoking with him cause I was curious and didn’t have a connect myself…

Benji started talkin to me, and started asking some weird questions, but I tried not to pay any attention to them since I was so into my show

“Hey Christian, I have a question for you” he said trying not to seem needy for a answer

“Yuh” I said still staring at the tv

“Um how old were you when you first got laid” he said putting his hands together and leaning forward focusing on the tv with me

“17” I said

“And ummm… how big is your dick”

“Uh like 9 inches…. Um…. You?” I said Tilting my head a bit to look at him

“Um… 7, myself, why do you ask” he said seeming uneasy

“Bruh, chill, I don’t care, you asked first after all, what’s the problem bro, something wrong?” I said, turning back to the tv

“Um, I mean I guess, some girls I’ve been with kinda think I’m small” it was as if I could feel him sink into the couch after he said that

“Nah bro, your good, I mean your pretty good looking, no homo. And 7 inches isn’t small, bigger than average, she’s probs just a college slut, there’s always someone bigger. Now let’s just watch the rest of this, and finish the season haha” i said laughing and reaching over to give him a brotherly tapping on his chest

“You think I’m good looking? haha thanks bro. just one more question, what’s your body count, or like how often do you get laid” he said laughing seeming to return to his happy self

“Um like 2 or 3” I said

“2 or 3 girls or times” he said looking directly at me shocked

“Times bro, now shut up, we can talk about this later” i said annoyed now

Thankfully benji decided to shut up for while… but I did decide to knock on his door before we both went to bed, so we can get up early and drive to campus…

***knock knock knock***

“hey bro, you good?” I said looking at him sitting down on his bed biting his lip, hair dangling down looking at his phone.

“Ya Chris, I’m good…” benji said not really seeming like he was in a good place

“Aye you sure ben? You know I’m here for you right? You’re my favorite little brother you know?” I said smirking

“I’m your only little brother” he said seeming to cheer up a bit”

“Ya I know” I said still standing at his door frame

“May I come in?”

“Ya”

I stepped into his room, which was kinda a mess but I don’t really blame him, my room was kinda the same when I was his age

“So um about some of the things you were talking to me about earlier, what was that about?” I said taking a seat in one of Beni’s gaming chairs, swinging it around so I can look at him

“Um it was nothing… just, some girl problems…. You know what I mean?” He said looking kinda sad at me

“I mean ya, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my heart broken before but I’m not like you Brosif, it almost seems like you and your buddies have a game going on to see who can fuck the most girls or something haha.” I said trying to relate to him

“That’s the problem bro” he said tossing himself on his bed but still facing his head towards me so I can here him talk

“I can get with chicks no problem, but none of them seem to wanna date me for some reason, and the few I have dated, cheated on me with guys they said had bigger dicks, said I wasn’t enough for them” he said looking very distraught now clinching a pillow to his chest

I felt bad for my bro, it seems he’s really trying, but just can’t find the right girl, I know how it feels to hurt like that.

“Man, like I said earlier, they must just be sluts if that’s all they care about bro, don’t stress about it bro, I’m sure in a couple years you won’t think about any of them again” i said walking over and putting a hand on his shoulder

“ but I don’t wanna wait years, I wanna form a connection with someone that cares for me bro, it fucking sucks” benji said as I saw a tear slip out his closed eyes

“I’m sorry man, maybe I can try to hook you up with one of my exes bro, some of them have told me they thought you were the cute brother anyways haha, they might be interested, you always liked hanging out with me and my girlfriends right?”

“Ya” he said voice trying not to break

“Ok then, I’ll start work on it tomorrow, get a good night sleep bro” I said heading to the door”

“And um, benji, just know, your never lonely as long as you have family, your a good person, good night, love you bro” i said closing the door heading back to my room

Once back in my room I hopped on my instagram, and was scrolling though posts when I saw a post from benji’s fanstagram (fake instagram account) where he shared a link about some necklace that looked kinda cool but clearly wasn’t real (the material I mean, definitely didn’t look like real silver). I checked the comments and I guess it was suppose to be some magic prop from a show or something, came with warning labels and all, but what does a necklace need a warning label for? Ya know what I mean haha?

Anyways the necklace was SUPPOSEDLY enchanted by a witch, and the wearer could swap bodies parts with other people when he wore the necklace and put on the clothes of the person he wanted to swap with.

I thought it was weird but decided to go ahead and purchase it anyways for him, sometimes ya just need to get a gift for one of your family members, plus I mean his birthday was in a few days anyways, luckily the deliver date was a day before his birthday, talk about coming in clutch haha.

The next day came by and was kinda uneventful, for some reason I was just really excited to see benji’s face when I give him his gift

I did however was able to get one of my ex’s “Beth” to agree to go on a date with him, even better was it was gonna be on his birthday too, guess I got him 2 gifts haha, when I told him he seemed really excited telling me I’m the best brother anyone could ask for

Another day gos by uneventful, benji telling me about all the idea’s he has for his date, asking me questions like what I think she’d like… I told him, “just be you, maybe hang out for a bit, dinner if she gets hungry, perhaps take her to the lake and go for a swim” I said winking at him

“How am I gonna get there? It’s be kinda weird if you drove us, also kinda pathetic if she has to drive us” he said seeming like he was trying to hint at something

I rolled my eyes and tossed my keys at him “duh bro, you can borrow my car I guess while you go on your date, don’t fucking scratch it tho, you know mustangs aren’t cheap”

“Seriously bro? Your gonna let me drive the stang? What’s the catch, why are you being so nice all of a sudden” he said squinting his eyes at me

“No reason bro, it’s your birthday, that’s like 1 of the 2 days a year I legally have to be nice to you, what you don’t wanna drive it?” I said raising an eye at his question

“No!, No!, I do! It was just a question that’s all” he said back peddling

The rest of the night went as usual, play’ed some games, did homework, kept checking the mail all the way till 9 pm waiting for benji’s gift to come, it’d be ashame for it to arrive after his birthday, not really a birthday gift then is it?

The next morning I got dressed and ready to go to campus, benji was the first one out as usual and just waited in the car, but he did yell out the door that I had a package on the step

“This is it” I thought to myself “it arrived, good thing too, I’ll give it to him after school” my internal monologue continued as I ran down the stairs to grab it and ran back up to my room

I opened it up and saw the necklace in a plastic baggy, aslong with instructions…. “Who needs instructions for a necklace like seriously? How hard is it to put a necklace on haha”

It did look pretty cool, I decided to open it and try it on, my head was too big to just slide it over my head, so I had to unclasp it and clasp it again around my neck

Looking in the mirror on my dresser I decided it really did look good, and I should have gotten myself one too, that way we could match, but too late now I guess, could always check and see if they still have any later I suppose

For some strange reason I thought back to what the description said of the necklace, about how it could supposedly swap body parts by wearing other people’s cloths, and I know it’s dumb, but you know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat.

I didn’t have any of benji’s spare clothes in my room, but he did leave a pair of his shoes in my room from hanging out with me a lot

I took mine off including socks since if there’s a chance this would work, socks would probs mess with it, cause you know, socks are actually touching you, shoes just touch your socks

I managed to fit my feet in benji’s smaller shoes, they weren’t that much smaller than mine, but with me wearing size 12’s and him wearing 10.5’s they were small enough that I had to curl my toes to fit in them

I stood up with disappointment as I took a few steps and still felt my feet curled up…. I decided to sit back down and take them off. But when I did I was met with toenails that looked like they haven’t been clipped in over a month, strange since I just clipped mine last week…

A spark of hope was reignited as I noticed they seemed a bit smaller too

I stuck my foot back into benji’s vans and was shocked that I didn’t have to curl them to fit now… maybe I just had them so tense the first time I couldn’t feel that I didn’t need to curl them anymore…

I decided maybe this could be another gift for benji? Maybe let him live as the older brother for a week or something? If that’s what he wants of course…

I knew we were gonna be late to class if I spent too much time fucking off, so I decided to rush to benji’s room kicking his shoes off and striping. I opened his closet and grabbed a shirt and pair of pants and threw them on. I saw a pair of dirty underwear on the ground but decided against it, I feel like that would be too weird having my brothers junk

After waiting with my eyes closed for half a minute I opened them and saw that I looked a bit shorter, I mean after all benji was 5’10 compared to my 6’ so not to much of a difference. I decided to take my shirt off just to make sure I’m not crazy and saw my new chest and immediately knew it worked, I use to have a treasure tail on my stomach but not anymore sense benji could never grow one, plus my arms looked a bit thicker, not fat or anything, benji was far from that, but more like it looked like he went to the gym… once a week haha… not to mention benji weighed maybe 5 or 10 pounds more than me dispute being a couple inches shorter, I could see he, er I guess, I now had the beginnings of a faint 4 pack, I mean I had abs myself but they were from how skinny I use to be.

Now the Only issue, is I still had my old face, and I know benji didn’t wear any hats so that was an issue

Truthfully I wasn’t sure this would even work, not because I don’t believe in magic, I mean the shoe part proved me wrong, but because a lot of his clothes are hand me downs from me, but I guess aslong as he’s worn them it works?

I went back though his closet and found a hoodie that I’ve seen him wear before, I decided to put it on and zip it up, I put the hood over my head and pulled the strings so it covered as much of my face as possible and waited

“Please work, please let this count as a head article” i said outloud waiting

Wasn’t that long till I felt something touching my eyes

I let go of the strings and pulled back the hood still facing the mirror

“Yes! It worked” I said seeing benji’s face and much longer hair than mine

I was shocked to hear his voice, it definitely wasn’t mine but didn’t sound exactly like benji ether,

“is this how benji sounds to himself” i said aloud making faces in the mirror trying to get use to this

“Well I guess they do say due to vibrations in the skull, people think their voice is actually deeper than it actually is” I thought to myself as I tied benji’s shoes on and ran back to my old room and grabbing my old pair of shoes

Even tho this is crazy, I’m still thoughtful and knew benji must be feeling the shoe swap, if he hasn’t already noticed the rest of the swap

I ran down stairs and passed my mum on the way out “benji, I thought you all left already” she said not even bothering to stop preparing breakfast for when dad wakes up

“Ya I just had to grab something real quick, bye love you mom” I said continuing my way out the door

I got outside and continued running to the drive way, I got close enough and could see myself passed out in the passenger seat. I got closer and opened the passenger side door, seeing benji simply took his shoes off and relaxed instead of questioning what was happening

I tossed my old shoes at him and tossed my pair of keys on the lap waking him up

“Your driving Christian” i said winking at him

“Bro, what the fuck, why am I looking at myself” benji said pulling down the sun visor to check the mirror

“Holy shit, I’m you Christian! How is this possible” he said feeling his face

I pulled the necklace out from being tuck under the hoodie and shook it

“Remember this necklace you wanted?” I said still dangling the necklace

“You got it? And it actually works? Holy shit bro, this is crazy” benji said reaching into his pants feeling around

“Aye bro I think you forgot underwear” he said looking up at me

“Nah, I just felt like it’d be too weird to swap that, now any ways get up, your driving.” I said trying to get into the passenger side

Benji got in the driver seat and started it up, waiting 30 seconds for the engine to warm up before sticking it into drive

“So um, how long does this last? Or how long are we gonna stay swapped” benji said keeping his eyes on the road

“Oh I don’t know, there was a instructions manual but I didn’t think we’d need that, so As long as you want bro, aslong as it’s within reason, so could be for a day, could be for a week or 2, but I’m definitely not doing a whole month haha… you can consider this a 3rd birthday gift I guess”

“Jeez thanks bro, but um, you do remember I have a date tonight right?” He said a bit annoyed at the timing of the swap

“Well, I mean we can always swap back after class. Or…. We could stay like this and I could go on your date for you maybe? That way I can do everything possible to make sure she wants a 2nd date and continue seeing you, ya know since you always seem to fuck shit up haha” i said laughing

“Not funny dude, but ya I guess maybe it would be a good idea for you to go as me, you’d know what she would like, and could probs seal the deal with getting her to date me” benji said pulling off the road into campus to park

“Sounds like a deal then” I said reaching over to shake his hand

“Deal” he said

After benji turned the car off and we got out I decided to make a joke about the situation before I headed to his class’s

“Have a good day Christian” i said putting emphasis on the name

“You too benji” he said doing the same

I went to benji’s classes and tried doing my best impression of him, especially sense one of benji’s friends that we typically smoke with decided to come sit by me

I decided to talk with him and boast about how I got a hot date with Christian’s ex “Beth” to which benji’s friend just absolutely lost it

“You got a date with Beth? Dude that’s insane, I always thought she was your brothers hottest ex, you tots gotta get pics and share them with me bro” he said dabbing me up

“I don’t know bro, I might just keep them all for myself dude haha” I told him smirking

The rest of the day went as usual, or as usual as I can imagine for a day as benji. My date with Beth wasn’t for another 2 hours but I was still gonna prepare and go though my brothers closet to find the right outfit for this.

The time came and I went to grab my keys from benji, since he still had them on him personally.

I did everything I thought Beth would like, and it worked, took her for a early dinner, then a movie, and after wards she still wanted to hang out. I proposed going for a swim down by the lake which she seemed down for. We drove back to her house first since it was closer and she needed to pick up one of her bikinis and then headed back to my place since I would also need to get a pair of swimming trunks or shorts to swim in.

I went up to my room and saw benji sitting there playing one of my games, he paused it when he herd me come in

“How’d he go, does she still wanna go out” he said turning around seeming nervous

“Oh ya bro, it’s still not over, I’m just here to grab some shorts cause she wants to go down to the lake and go for a swim before it gets real dark… do you think it’d be wrong of me if I tried to fuck her on the first date? ” i said grabbing a bag and putting a pair of my black shorts in there and some towels

“Nah bro, I mean it does sound like something I’d do, so she might be expecting it” benji said smiling at me

Before heading out I left my bag next to benji as I went to take a piss, I could hear him leave the room and come back in a short amount of time. I came out the bathroom and saw him stuffing something into the bag

“What’s that” I said walking closer to grab my bag”

“Uh just some condoms, can’t be too safe right bro” he said stepping back seeming a bit weird, like I caught him doing something he shouldn’t

“Uh ya thanks bro, stopping at a store to buy some might have been weird if she knew I was planning to do this haha” i said laughing grabbing the bag and heading out

It was only a short drive to the lake, I parked and we got out together but decided to separate for a bit to change out of our clothes.

I got behind a tree and opened my bag, I couldn’t seem to find my shorts, I pulled out my phone and turned the flashlight on, pulling the towels out and found something I wasn’t expecting, my shorts weren’t in there but a pair of of benji’s orange, white and black striped swimming trunks.

“God damit benji, I told you I didn’t wanna swap dicks, that’s fucking weird, but I guess I have no choice now” I thought to myself as I kicked my jeans off and slide his swimming shorts on

I started headed to the lake but realized something felt off, my dick didn’t want to sit as usual, which I guess is understandable sense I’m not use to having my brothers dick. I decided to check the damage out and pulled my shorts down a bit grabbing my smaller soft cock

“Fuck bro I’m like 5 inches soft, but benji is like 3.5 soft, at best, I kinda wanna say closer to 3… he just must be a grower” I thought to myself as I herd Beth yell “hurry up benji, I’m waiting for you”

I could see Beth in the water, I got in to get closer to her but once I was waist high in, I saw she just undone the top half of her bra letting it float towards me “ops” she said giggling covering her mouth

After seeing that I hurried up and proceeded to go deeper into the water till I reached her. “Oh my god, your so gorgeous in this light” i said as I went in for a kiss

Beth allowed it and got close enough to wrap her arms around me and kiss me back “funny, your brother once used the same line on me, but to be honest, I always thought you were the cuter one” she said inbetween making out with

“Haha, thanks I get that a lot” I said feeling my dick starting to grow. It must have touched her legs as we were kicking to stay afloat cause she knew where I wanted to go next “should we take this to the shore” she said guiding me to it anyways

“You know what you’re doing?” She said sliding the bottom half of her bikini down exposing herself to me

“Ya, I just hope your ready for this, I’m almost as big as Christian haha” i said pulling my pants down just to have to bite my pride with shock mixed in

Benji had lied to me about his size, he wasn’t 7 inches, no where near, I looked down was greated by my new 5 inches of glory

I could see Beth’s facial expression change a bit as she covered her mouth

Before she could laugh or say anything I decided to just stick it in

Truthfully I could see why a lot of girls passed on benji, I bet over half the campus is bigger than Ben, not to mention it was mere minutes and I was ready to blow

This is kinda embarrassing as fuck, I don’t want benji to remember me as the one that fucked up his date and chance of a long term relationship cause I couldn’t hold it on

I tried my best to remember where her g-spot was and eventually I found it, but I just couldn’t seem to hit it all the way, I simply didn’t have the length anymore, I was able to get quite a few moans out of her when I would get far enough in to graze her spot, but I’m not quite sure if it was because I was reaching it, or if they were moans out of sympathy trying to keep my ego in check

Another couple minutes go by and she starts pulling my body closer trying to get me as close and as far as she could get me inside of her, she was moaning telling me not to stop, and I tried not, if I could have lasted another 15 seconds, I might have gotten her to cum first or as the same time as me, but I couldn’t, I herd a metallic click from around my neck just as I started to cum and lose my rhythm right before I got her to finish.

“Fuck I said” panting pulling out and laying next to her “ I know I almost had you finish, I just barely beat you to the punch, I’m so sorry, not very gentleman like of me to not let you cum first haha” I said laughing trying to defuse the situation

“Well, you certainly don’t last as long as your brother, nor are you anywhere near as big, but I guess you did the best with what you had to work with, your lucky your cute you know, or else I might consider this a one night stand” she said laying there with her eyes closed for a few moments

“Ok, well, let’s get you home I suppose” i said getting up and offering her a hand up

I dropped her off walking her to her door, able to steal a good night kiss before separating for the night

I drove back home in a fury, benji almost fucked this up and he wasn’t even the one on the date!

I rushed up the stairs once I got home and went straight to my room, I opened the door ready to yell at benji but was left silent after being caught off guard. When I opened the door, I saw benji in my body, panting looking down at himself, no pants on, underwear halfway pulled down and cum falling off my big dick

“You didn’t!” I said loudly surprising him

“Uh uh uh, Christian, this isn’t what it looks like” he said panicking

“Really? Cause it looks like you swapped my shorts out for yours, I come back after my date almost exploding when I told her I’m almost as big as my brother, which was a let down for her when she saw that I’m only 5 inches hard! And walked in right as you finished jerking off in my body!” I said angrily

“Uh uh, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself, I noticed my dick didn’t feel right, so I checked it out, and then I got hard from looking at it, and I just couldn’t help myself” benji said back tracking

“What ever dude, your lucky Beth still wants to go out with you, we’re fucking done with this swap, get out” i said grabbing some of my clothes and a spare beanie off the ground

“I thought you said we could stay swapped for atleast a week!?” Benji said defensively moving to the door

“Ya well you forfeited that when you took my shorts and swapped them with your own, I told you I didn’t want to swap junks with you, who wants a smaller dick? Not to mention balls. I didn’t wanna lose 2 inches and instead you forced me to lose 4. Now get out!” I said slamming the door on him

I kicked my shoes off stripped naked putting on all my old clothes, and layed on my bed waiting a couple minutes to swap back before I got up

I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror positioned so that I can see myself on my bed. I was surprised to still be greated by benji’s shit eating face

“What the fuck” I said outloud heading to benji’s room to get him to put the necklace on and swap us back

I walked in and he acted shocked to still see me as him

“Did you change your mind” he said smirking

“No as you can see I’m wearing my old clothes but nothing happened” i said trying to unclasp the necklace to give it to him but failing. “Now help me get this necklace off”

Benji came over and tried unclasping to no prevail.

Benji laughed and said “hold on” as he yanked the necklace making the clasp break so the necklace would come undone

Benji made a big ole show about picking up some of his clothes and putting them on before loosely tangling the necklace so it was kinda tied around his neck “did you ever read the instructions” he said trying not to smile but failing

“No, what could be so important about stupid instructions for a necklace” i said

“A magic necklace, and well, in the instructions it says that part of the magic is if you desire to keep the parts you have, all you have to do is cum, ether jerk off, sex, whatever gets you to blow” he said looking at me with a full blown shit eating grin

“And well, you already had sex with Beth in my body right?”

“Ya” I said slowly realizing what this ment

“And I already jerked off right before you got back. Which means nothing is probably gonna happen” he said

We waited there for a solid two minutes before I finally broke

“So you knew if you jerked off we wouldn’t be able to swap back? What the fuck is wrong with you dude, now we’re stuck like this! We gotta find a way to swap back, I don’t wanna be known as the small dick little brother” I said tears starting to form in my eyes

“Let me reiterate something you said to me not to long ago, “”who wants a smaller dick”” well not me, when I saw you weren’t actually bullshitting about having a 9inch dick, I decided I don’t actually mind having your body, knowing you’d probably try and bang your ex in my body, I decided to seize the opportunity and jerk off in yours so I can keep this” benji said putting his hand in his pants

“So if I was you, id get use to being the little brother in more than 1 way benji, cause luckily for me, this is permanent now haha” my brother said laughing to me, putting emphasis on his name.

[finalgirl00]

How you get the girl.

SUMMARY - Natalie falls in love with Laura’s best friend.

4.8k words. Natalie Scatorccio x Fem! Reader.

TW - smoking, car accident????

A/N- This had to get out of my drafts it has been living there for so long. Also loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's song. Not proofread.

If you were being honest with yourself Natalie Scatorccio frightened you.

Being total opposites on the social aspect scale prevented you from having to interact with her. You were Wiskayok high school’s resident sweetheart. Always helping tutor others, bringing the school spirit to games, and always going out of your way to assist anyone gave you that nickname. Whenever you entered a room the mood was immediately brought up by your contagious smile.

However, Natalie was a typical rebel. She was always skipping school and starting fights with others. She just reeked of teenage angst and always went out of the way to defy norms. Sometimes you caught her outside with her friends smoking but never said anything about it as it wasn’t your space to get involved. Outside of her typical appearance at school her personality carried throughout the way she played as a yellowjacket. She was aggressive and tended to make risky moves, yet the Yellowjackets were on a consistent winning streak.

After one of the Yellowjacket's playoff games, Laura Lee asked if you could take her home. She was one of your best friends and you could not even think of turning her down and saying no. As you watched them shake the hands of the other team after their triumphant win Laura was quick to run over to the bleachers before she went to the huddle with her team. Celebrating with your friends and turning down their offers to go out to eat you heard Laura call out your name. Heading down the stairs you leaned over the rail and were met with Laura’s smile.

“Congratulations Lee! Few more games and you will be state bound!” you said to her ecstatically to recognize their team's efforts.

“I know!” She yelled out excitedly before being cut off by her coach yelling at her to come back to the huddle. “Are you still able to drive me home tonight?” she’s quick to the point not wanting her team to wait too long.

“Of course! I’ll just stay behind over here” you said nodding with a small smile as she was quick to give thanks and run back to the huddle.

As she ran back to the huddle you glanced over and noticed a certain bleach-blonde girl who was seemingly checking you out, but once the two of you made eye contact she glanced away before scolding Laura for holding them up.

Your mind started racing thinking of all the things that Natalie could have wanted from you. Did you do something to her? Was it for intruding on multiple of her smoke seshs? Thinking of all the possible reasons the time passed quickly and soon you know it Laura placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Earth to y/n? You there…” Laura trailed off a little worried about her friend's sudden distance.

Jumping from her touch you glanced over your shoulder recognizing that it was her. You grin with a light laugh causing her to smile. “I’m just overthinking tomorrow's biology test… Planning out on how I can study the whole unit tonight…” You made up half true as she looked at you understanding.

“Hey don’t worry too much about it! I’ll pray for you and your success tonight!” she said honestly as she started to guide the way to your car.

Smiling at her offer you thanked her before getting in your car. As you started the car up you noticed there was only one other car that was lingering in the parking lot. “Oh, that’s just Nat's car. Who knows what she could be doing…” Laura grimaced as you two looked over while driving past. Nat’s absence was observed before Laura changed the subject with no second thought about her teammate's whereabouts. Laura invited you to church with her this weekend and you respond with a slight hum not wanting to deny your friend. The conversation continued on how fun it will be and by the time you got to her house, you promised that you would make an appearance with her. Bidding her goodbye you continued to drive off in the night to your house which was a while away from hers.

While you were on the back road blinding headlights were coming at you pretty fast from behind. As you squint your eyes in an attempt to keep your eyes on the road the other car quickly sped around you and cut you off. While doing this you recognize the car to be Natalie’s before sliding off the road and ending up in a ditch. You huffed slightly upset at her dangerous actions, but when you tried to move the car to get out you were stuck. Getting out of the car you looked to inspect it noticing not only did you have a flat tire but your tire got stuck on a mud track.

Silently cursing the girl in your head you grabbed your backpack and car keys before looking at the time on your car's clock. Noticing that it was twelve am made you even more upset knowing that your twenty-minute drive will probably turn into an hour's walk. Slamming your door shut and locking your car you began to hike to your home.

The walk was silent and freezing. You cursed the idea of taking an isolated road and would have rather had took a shot at hitchhiking. Halfway home life decided to curse you as it started to rain. A light sprinkle turned into a heavy downpour and by the time you made it to your house, you were drenched in rain and tears. Fumbling with the key you open the door to put your bag down and recognized that your bag was drenched. You forgot that you were carrying it before you realized it your mind was focused on your biology notes.

“No, no, noo…” you mumbled repeatedly as you furiously unzipped your bag and pulled out work that was completely wet and smudged. Letting out a furious scream you threw the papers down and kicked your bag before heading straight to your shower. Filled with rage and tears you sobbed doing your night-time routine in hopes to settle down. Once you finished you glanced over the clock and noticed it was 2:34 am. With an upset sigh, you knew that the only thing that would make you feel a little better was to go to sleep. Once your head hit your pillow you were out like a light.

The next day you failed to make it to school. Your father found your car and once he returned home and you told him the whole story he was understanding and urged you to stay home.

However, at school, there was an eerie vibe, and the rainy gloom added to it. Everybody didn’t seem too happy to be there and the classes you were in were bored out of their minds. It was unusual for you to miss a day of school leaving everybody to miss you and speculating what could of happen. Time went by extremely slow allowing the students to suffer, but by the time it was after school, the Yellowjackets were found in their locker room preparing for practice.

Natalie normally did not seek out Laura during locker room talks, but she was quick to question her who was the mysterious girl she saw her with yesterday.

“Hey…uh, Laura. Who was that girl you were with after the game… at the bleachers?” Natalie commented feigning a nonchalant manner.

“Oh, that’s y/n! She’s super awesome! Why do you want to know–” Laura continued skeptically before she was cut off by Taissa.

“Oh, poor girl! I feel so bad for her… she must have had a rough night…” Tai says sympathetically as a bunch of girls chimed in their agreeance and sorrows for y/n.

“God… I passed her car this morning and I couldn't help but think that she must have been stuck out in the rain… My dad was talking to her dad this morning over the phone questioning him on whether or not she’s okay and he said she’s a little upset but she made it home safely…” Gen rambled to the varsity girls as they listened intently to hear another perspective of the top story at the school today.

“Whoever did that is a real jerk. I hope they feel bad now that they know what they did to the nicest person in the world… I mean if I ever found out who did it to her I wouldn’t mind giving them a piece of my mind.” Jackie scoffed as others chimed in.

“Hey… what even happened?” Natalie asked confused wondering what could have happened to the pretty girl she set her eyes on. 

“How do you not know what happened? Some asshole cut her off last night and she ended up having to walk home in the rain.” Van acknowledged in an attempt to fill her in before realizing Nat’s earlier question “...yeah, hold on… why do you want to know about her anyways?” Van pressed curiously.

Suddenly the whole locker room glanced at Natalie and she was quick to put on a facade and shrug them off. “No reason… I just never seen her around…” she quickly made up.

“Then why would you pry more details about her from Laura? If you really cared that much I mean you could have asked her…but typically you wouldn't care about these things.” Tai pressed looking at Natalie with a smirk,

“Do you have a crush..?” Lottie looked at Nat through the mirror watching her get flustered.

“What? No–” She started to get defensive before Lottie turned around with the biggest grin ever.

“Holy shit! Scatorccio has a crush on y/n! Who would have known you two are like total opposites…” Lottie teased as Natalie’s face turned red in an attempt to defend herself, but failed miserably.

“...I mean yeah… she’s pretty who would deny that… but, I don't even know her.” Natalie admitted before bringing back her tough persona quickly “...anyways why would she fall for me anyways?” Sarcastically before turning around to slam her locker.

“Do we need to teach you how to get the girl?” Van wiggles her eyebrows teasingly before others chirped in on Natalie’s lack of ability in flirting.

“Hey! I'm not bad at–” Natalie started before Laura chimed in ” Y/n likes flowers… she loves the wildflowers by the church parking lot especially…” She said as the room fell silent.

Natalie looked at Laura confused by her sudden interruption before understanding what she was trying to get at. Natalie looked at the others in the room and noticed that they all were trying to hold back their grins in order to emphasize that it was obvious that Natalie was interested in the girl. “...But I don't even know her that well…” She repeated before trailing off.

“Then get to know her,” Van replied with a shrug of her shoulders as if it was obvious. “I mean Laura might have more ideas, their best friends…” Van suggested before Laura offered a gentle smile to Natalie.

“I don’t need your help… I can figure this out by myself.” Natalie scoffed not wanting to seem completely useless in the field of dating. She did not listen to the rest of their teasing as she head out of the locker room rather quickly in hopes to get the day over with. Laura sent a small frown toward Natalie as she headed out before the other girls started betting on the outcomes of Natalie’s game.

It was the next day and you were already late for class. You decided to take your bike to school with limited options after your car was in the shop. As you were locking your bike to a tree you looked up and noticed Natalie in her daily skipping spot. You sighed to yourself still upset at her and you had no clue if she even realized what she had done. Knowing you had to walk past her you crossed your arms tightly while looking down hoping to not catch her attention.

As the smell of smoke became more prominent you heard her sudden movement as she threw her cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. You almost passed her before she called out “...Hey… y/n right?”.

Turning around to face her you noticed she had a confident aura as she leaned back on the wall. Crossing your arms in an unwelcoming sense you watched Natalie check you out in your presence as you scoff. “Are you serious right now? What do you want from me?”

Natalie was stunned by your rudeness and she grimaced thinking that she could have come off too strong. “I'm sorry but–”

“Do you not remember running me off the road last night?” questioned her frustrated as you witness her face fall. 

“Oh, god… on Oakridge Road? That was you…? I’m so sorry...” She said now with an embarrassed look as she was confronted by you. She brought her hands to her face fully recognizing that she was the cause of hurting the sweetest girl at school. “Jesus Christ I’m so sorry. What could I do so you can forgive me?” She asked honestly as she shrunk from your harsh glare.

“Just leave me alone… There’s no need for us to be talking anyways.” You shrugged her off rudely before turning around and entering the building to meet up with Laura for your office aid period. Unbeknownst to Natalie and you, Laura watched the whole scene unfold. She watched Natalie curse under her breath before lighting another cigarette stressfully as she watched you walk away. 

“What was that about out there?” Laura questioned her friend curiously with a concerned look.

“She was the one who ran me off the road last night. She wanted to talk to me and I don't even know who she learned my name from, but I told her to leave me alone.” rambling to Laura a little upset as you returned a look at her. Laura stopped in the middle of the hall before grabbing onto your shoulders.

“Trust me… I believe you should give her a chance to redeem herself. “ Laura stated out of nowhere. Her look was genuine and it threw you off guard. Knowing that they were on the soccer team together you sighed knowing something must have gone on.

“Laura, what have you done this time…” You were quickly interrupted by Laura “Just trust me! I always believe in forgiveness! She just made a mistake which I'm sure she regrets… she’s not as tough as her exterior is.” Laura continued hiding her intentions. You sighed in response as she let go of your shoulders. She changed the topic quickly and as the day went on the earlier interaction with Natalie had disappeared from your thoughts.

However, when Laura got to lunch and sat with the other yellowjackets she ditched her usual spot next to Lottie to sit across from Natalie. This caught everyone's attention as they watched the two of them awkwardly stare each other down before Laura began “You’re going to get those wildflowers today and offer to take y/n home.” She said already making up her mind.

“Excuse me, what? She hates my guts.” Nat said in an argument. She had never seen Laura like this before Laura continued “So make her not hate them. She won’t be able to ride her bike in the rain and I already offered her a ride home after school, but I’m going to leave sick early and tell her that a friend offered to help her home. That’s when you’ll swoop in and save the day!” She playfully kicked Natalie grinning widely at her plan. The other girls smiled at Laura’s idea praising her for how good it was.

Natalie huffed “You can’t just force me to pick her up! What if I don’t?” She was quick to respond before Jackie cut into the conversation “Then I, and I’m sure the others will join me too, will make sure your life is a living hell for leaving the nicest girl behind in a storm” she teased before Natalie rolled her eyes.

“Fine… But if anything goes wrong it's not my fault.” Natalie said a little heated and nervous about this upcoming plan. Deciding that maybe it was a good opportunity to truly apologize and hopefully get to know you more. She got up quickly without saying goodbye as she heard teasing remarks from the group. Before leaving, Laura caught up with her with a gentle smile and handed her some money, and nearly threatened Natalie to treat her best friend well. If it wasn’t for her church girl demeanor Natalie would have been a little more scared.

 If Laura was right, she better get a head start on finding your favorite flowers and a few other things in hopes to make it up to you.

Natalie drove down by the church and picked out a bunch of flowers that she thought you would like. She would only pick out the best in attempts to make a worthy enough bouquet for the pretty girl that has been on her mind. Knowing that there was no practice after school she rushed a little as she went to a nearby store and got a sorry card, some sweets, and a small teddy bear in thought that any girl would love to have a gift like this. She tied the flowers together with the leftover ribbon she found in her truck from a previous game and then she was quick to speed back to school. School ended twenty minutes ago, but Laura informed Natalie that y/n stays behind to finish her homework in the library. Natalie decided it would be best to park near y/n’s bike and just sat in her car waiting for her.

It started to rain slightly as you exited the library. Natalie watched you intently and noticed that you were holding a bunch of your books. She was quick to jump out of her car before she made eye contact with you. Huffing slightly at the sight you looked down in an attempt to avoid any puddle or Natalie’s watchful gaze. As soon as you knew it she jogged over to your side and you looked back up stopping in your tracks as her steps got closer.

“Here let me give you a hand…” She said quietly not wanting you to carry all your heavy books and end up ruining your shoes from a puddle. You didn’t have time to reject her offer before she took the books from your arms and started to head to her truck before continuing “Laura couldn’t pick you up today so she asked me to…”

It all clicked. You looked at Natalie with sudden bias before saying “Did Laura set you up for this? I can just take my bike home it’s not too much of a hassle.” You said seriously as you began to unchain it from the tree as Natalie was already quick to put your books in the back of her truck.

“What? No… I mean in a way yes, but no. There’s no cruel intention… Here let me put it in my truck bed…” She blushed slightly realizing her inability to summarize the whole situation under your gaze. You watched her in silence as she hauled your bike in the back of her truck but then turned around to you to signal to get into her truck. As she slammed the tailgate shut she was quick to meet you at the passenger side of the car and she opened the door for you. With a gentle smile, you thanked her for her kindness even if her actions were sudden and awkward. She smiled back before making sure you were safe and comfortable before closing the car and entering on her side.

As she settled in on her side she offered you a small smile. Before handing you a set of CDs to choose from. “Here pick something out… to make the ride less awkward.” she joked slightly and as she watched the corners of your mouth turn upwards her heart fluttered. “Wow, there are so many options…” you teased her as you skim through a bunch of punk rock CDs before handing her a Nirvana CD. “Oh… yeah they probably sound all the same to you…” she said embarrassed slightly but once you handed her the CD she grinned widely. “Didn’t know you were a big fan of them. You seem like you would have the total opposite taste.” acknowledged as she put the CD into her radio system. “I’d like to think I'm full of surprises,” you said nonchalantly as you looked out the window. 

Natalie glanced over at you with her heart still fluttering as she started to head toward Oakridge Road. Hearing you humm to the music made her fall in love even deeper with you even considering the bad start you two had together. “...So umm… where do you live anyways…” Nat questioned breaking the silence as she focused on the road a little flustered. “Out by harvest creek. By the lake,” you answered short and simple but Natalie seemed to get the memo and smiled slightly in an attempt to ease the awkwardness of the car.

“I love that lake… It’s so quiet and serene, but one time we had team bonding at the lake once and Laura and I were sharing a kayak, and in panic, she saw what she claimed to be a gator. She ended up flipping our kayak and we had to swim back to the shore and swallow our pride…” She couldn’t continue as she broke out in laughs at the memory and you broke out into a wide grin at the story. Laughing quietly at her story you turned to her observing the features on her face as she watched the road.

“Pretty sure New Jersey doesn’t have alligators.” you teasingly respond with a small smile before Nat glances over at you smiling at your sudden openness. “Oh, are you sure about that? Might want to inform your friend Laura.” Nat responded back with a grin.

“Lee, should have known that though! I told her many times before whenever she visits. Maybe she set you up. Seems like she is always setting you up.” you teased her in reference to the car ride and Natalie blushes as she remembers Laura’s original plan. Natalie hums as she turns into your neighborhood but pulls off onto the side getting over her sudden nerves. All that could be heard was the rain tapping on the roof of the car as the sun began to set. Looking away from the window a little confused as to why she stopped and began to rummage in the back seat of the car. Natalie turned around and you were met with the site of a humble bouquet of flowers and a small gift bag. 

A little confused about the site you looked at Natalie as she urged you to take the flowers and the bag. Smiling lightly you take the items from her gently grazing her hand as the tension of the car has taken a dramatic change. You blushed darkly recognizing the flowers from the lot near the church and you began to play with the ribbon around them.

“It’s for you, Laura said it was your favorite…” Nat started trying to be confident but had undertones of nervousness. 

“But why..?” you questioned as you put the flowers down neatly in your lap before beginning to go through the small gift bag. You pulled out the sorry card and read it before carefully putting it back in the bag. Now it was Nat’s turn to observe all the small details on your face before continuing “to apologize and to impress you…” She admitted as she raised her hand to rub the back of her neck to soothe herself.

She was alarmed by your lack of response until you pulled out the bear and turned to her with the happiest and prettiest smile she has ever seen. All her nerves settled bringing her back to her cocky laidback demeanor as you chimed in “This is definitely how you impress a girl… Who knew you had this in you…” you teased her as she feigned a look of defense.

“Oh trust me that’s just the beginning…” she said suggestively as she was a little shocked by her own comment. Once your attention has switched from the bear to her she smirked a little before continuing “...How about I take you out on a date? I’ll promise I can treat you right…”  she declared honestly as she tried to look deeper into your eyes in search for an early answer.

Your eyes light up at her suggestion as a familiar pinkness rushed to your face. Without even answering Natalie already knew the answer before giving a cheeky smile. She was totally head over heels for you and it was early on in your relationship. 

“If you promise to drive safe.” attempting to keep up with your nonchalant cool demeanor but failing as you were given away by your sudden shyness “I would love to have a date with you.” 

“Awesome, sounds good. How about after the game on Friday? I can take you out right afterwards…” She continued to ramble excitedly throwing out names of places the two of you could go to “I would love that.” interrupting her rambling as you reach out to squeeze one of her hands. Grinning she turned the car back on and shared “I can’t believe that Laura Lee was my wingman…” she said chuckling living off the high of getting a chance with her dream girl. She started to head in the direction of your house and heard light giggles coming from your side.

“Once I tell Laura she’s bound to give you a shovel talk… Hope you can withstand that…” You giggled out and Natalie joined you at the thought. Laura wasn’t that scary but she wondered if she would be more serious when it comes to breaking the heart of y/n. “...If that gives me the opportunity to be with you I will withstand it…” she said cheesily as she pulled into your driveway.

She gathered your books and slung your bag over her shoulder before exiting the car to open your door. Thanking her you stepped out and grabbed onto her hand with your free hand as you quickly ran to the porch and grabbed your keys and unlocked the door. As you ushered her inside she put your stuff down on a nearby couch before turning noticing you disappeared. She called out your name and you answered informing her that you were in the kitchen. She followed your voice and noticed that the flowers were already put into a vase with the bear leaning against it. 

Smiling at the thought, she watched you turn to face her handing her a note. Natalie looked down to read it and smirked once she saw your writing that messily scribbled your number and name. She mumbled a quiet thank you before you led her back to your front door. 

“You should get home… before the storm gets worse…” announcing as you played with her fingers. She looked down at the act before back at you with an awkward smile. It seemed like she didn’t want to leave just yet but she knew you were right. “Oh my god… my bike…” suddenly interrupting her train of thoughts before trying to step out on the porch so you can get it out.

“Don’t worry about it I’ll get it,” Nat said grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the comforts and warmth of your house.

“Are you sure about that?” You questioned her quietly not wanting her to go out of her way.

“How about I drive you around from now on? It’s not safe to be riding around town all alone.” She said honestly and already decided your decision for you. 

“Oh, but–” you started before Nat interrupted “I’ll pick you up at eight.” with a small smirk. Nodding at her you thanked her, but before she could say goodbye you quickly leaned in to leave a kiss on her cheek as a thanks. Pulling away you were met with her grin.

“Goodbye y/n.” she said calmly but she was trying to keep her cool demeanor.

“Stay safe Natalie! Call me when you get home!” you slightly shouted out as she walked away to take your bike out of her truck. You watched her lean it against a wall by the side of your house before getting in her truck to leave. With one final wave she left and you entered back in your house once she was completely gone from your sight.

Smiling to yourself in awe you could not wait to tell Laura what happened and you wanted to do it before Natalie mentioned it to her. While Natalie was driving home she couldn’t hide her smile for herself as she was already planning on telling her team how she got the girl and that she had a date with y/n on Friday.

[mysticmunson]

Here’s an idea for a story that has been stuck in my head!

So eddie and the reader have been long childhood friends and they gained a crush on him but never said anything. Eddie started dating someone else and the reader is like not really jealous but heartbroken but never shows it and is still close to eddie. the reader and eddie get high and talk about feelings and the reader is like “it hurts” and eddie’s like “what does?” “loving someone you can’t be with”

Sorry if i have a shit explanation i’m like really bad at it💀 you can chose the ending!

sorry this is such a late response my dear! i hope u enjoy :) also in this, eddie and reader are in the same grade, reader is held back too so theyre the same age :)

also my requests are open, i just have a pea brain and don't always remember to write lol

"what did you just say?" eddie said through a puff of smoke, lounging on his bed against the creasing pillows. flicking off the ash into his tray, his red eyes look into your equally colored ones, taking the blunt into your own hand.

"huh?" you coughed, hoping that maybe high eddie would ignore your slip up of words. sitting at the end of his bed with your legs bent and crossed, you took a long hit before exhaling slowly.

today had been peculiar, eddie had been spacey all week, even as the topic of the new campaign arose. he barely spoke to anyone, even you and dustin, brushing past to get from one place to another. you fully expected to go home, a little disappointed, but he signaled you to his van like he did every week.

the ritualistic smoke sesh had been a friday tradition since freshman year, listening to music and eating pizza. it was one of the only times you saw eddie after he got together with rina, a new student at school who knew how to play dnd.

while rina had been polite, it was absolute torture to hear about her all the time, especially since your crush on eddie had only blossomed with time. she wasn't overly nice or mean, she just seemed like a dud, the complete opposite of eddie.

"what did you say, kid?" he questioned, the affectionate nickname ironic since you were only months apart. he took back the weed and took an even bigger hit, watching his body deflate as it calmed.

"i just said i don't know if i'll find love, don't need to get deep about it." you grumbled, fiddling with your ankle bracelet beneath the cuff of your jeans.

"ah, c'mon, where's my hopeless romantic at?" he joked, smiling wide, but the teasing hurt more.

you were longing for a relationship, to be held and appreciated, just to have someone whose chest got a little tight even thinking about you.

"it hurts too much, eds." you sigh, laying on your back with your head hanging off the bed, looking at his upside-down mess. the bed shifted as he mimicked your position, setting down the finished blunt.

"what does?" he lightly chuckles, his euphoric state making it hard for him to decipher the tone of your words. his doe eyes looked more innocent now, softly glazed over as his pink lips parted just a bit.

you wished you could kiss him, to show every emotion you felt constantly overwhelming you when he was around. it wasn't fair to like someone for so long, just to be taken by someone who hadn't even known him a month.

"it hurts to love someone you can't be with," you said with eyes closed, trying your best to seem relaxed, "it ends the same. they don't reciprocate and i get heartbroken, i'm too tired."

"i get it, it fucking sucks," he began, making your eyes open, "but you never know. i'm sure that dude from your science class likes you based on what you say about him."

the imaginary boy from science class that you made up to make it seem like you weren't hopelessly fawning over eddie. your face heated from embarrassment looked at him astounded.

"at least you have rina!" you blurted, sitting back up with him following in the same motion.

his cheeks grew a crimson color as he looked down at his rings, fiddling with them. the guilt began to sprout, he was just trying to be nice and you snapped at him.

"had rina." he emphasizes, "we broke up a few days ago."

"oh, shit i'm sorry eds." you consoled, putting your hand on the top of his back, and rubbing it gently. he pinched the bridge of his nose, brows crinkling together as he sat in thought.

"it's cool, it was mutual, just wasn't working out." he responded dryly, shrugging his shoulder as he looked at you.

while the conversation moved on to happier things, the night going like normal, there was a gnawing feeling at the back of eddie's head. he had fucked up, majorly, which only intensified as the sesh persisted.

he knew he liked you, feeling too guilty to string rina along, even though he did think she was pretty and nice. but it wasn't you. and as you sat in sweatpants with a can of beer, he knew he didn't want to be anywhere else.

he just wishes he knew how to tell you.

[phrogberry]

Sex and Candy 🍭

Rodrick Heffley x Fem!Reader

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Author’s note: omg it’s Rodrick slay 💋💋 I was inspired by a song. I loved it. And even though this doesn’t actually have sex in it the song just reminded me of a relaxing smoke sesh with one of the most emo boys in school. I hope you like it!!! I may attempt to change some things later on. Redo it if I don’t like it since it’s 2:30 am. 🗿

Warnings: drugs, light grinding and making out, cussing.

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Your fingers cramped while gripping the #2 pencil in your hand furiously. You were in high school, barely getting through it. And math wasn’t helping your case. You weren’t a dumb student, you were smart. That was not the problem. The problem was you were stressed the fuck out. Ms. Cooper handing out accelerated equations like candy made your blood boil. The downside to being one of the well known “delinquents” at school was your friends, who you couldn’t ask for help since they were also “delinquents” at school. At least that’s what your mom called them. Although, your dad had kept some detentions slips from when she dressed like a slut or got caught for possession of alcohol in water bottles.

Currently your parents were on a cruise they had won for being listeners to a Christian radio station that they didn’t really listen to, but claimed they did to be with the God loving suckers living in the suburban half side of Plainview, unironically drinking Bloody Mary’s while you suffered at home with your little sister in the room across the hall. She was quiet, snobby, and respectful, no thanks to you. So babysitting hadn’t been too rocky.

You were about to snap the pencil in half. About to start balling your eyes out and just let the mascara blind you. About to jump off a cliff since this brought you physical discomfort at this point. But before you had the chance, there was a tap on the window. Whipping your head over, you saw your lovely boyfriend, Rodrick, hanging on tightly to the house. There was a tree just outside your faux, mini patio that was just there for show. You sigh, putting the pencil down and glaring at him. Opening the window. You didn’t know what he wanted, you weren’t particularly mad at him. But after everything you were like a rubber band left out in the sun. Ready to crumble and snap. “What the fuck are you doing here, Heffley?” You hiss. It seemed as though Rodrick was the only one who could handle your pissiness. Always finding a way to calm you down, or make you laugh. It was one of the things you admired about him. His patients for you and only you.

“Sorry, princess. I saw how monstrous you were after getting out of Ms. Connor’s class. Just wanted to make you feel better with a little bit of me. Forgive me.” You raised a brow, scoffing. “As much as I appreciate you using big words to make me feel better- I’ll pass.” You bit back as your face contorted, and although you didn’t mean to get snappy with him he was clearly trying to annoy you even further. “They’re only big words to you, babe.” He smiled like a shithead, stopping you from closing the window with his hand.“Okay- I’m sorry- don’t.” You stared at him for a few seconds. Slowly opening the window again. “What do you want?”

Rodrick fumbled with his jean pocket for a second before pulling out a bag of green buds of pure happiness. “I snagged this from the principal’s filing cabinet. It was all the way in the back hidden behind some smokes so I figured this would go to waste.” He wiggled his brows with a devious smile. You contemplated, putting a piece of hair behind your ears. “I dunno, Rodrick..” You cringed at yourself, knowing full well you needed it. It just needed to take a bit of persuasion from him. Rodrick would never pressure you to do anything. He’d maybe point out positives, and if you were clearly uncomfortable he would stop. So he treaded lightly. “C’mon. The smell would be gone by the time your parents get back. We’ll keep the window open. Your homework will do itself.”

This wasn’t the first time Rodrick got his hands on some pot, it wasn’t for you either. So you smiled after a moment of silence and nodded excitedly. Pulling him into your bedroom. The two of you giggling while he made a huge thud on the floor. “Shhhh!” You put your finger to your lips, getting him up. “My sister’s asleep!” Your mood had already changed drastically, but it was only because he genuinely made you feel better when you two were alone. In public he could be an asshole, but you were just as bad. Though- the amount of PDA was sick, you two couldn’t help it. As teenagers usually couldn’t.

Once you two were comfortable on the millions of pillows you insisted on having, you turned to your boyfriend and your eyebrows furrowed. “How did you sneak out and get away from your mom?” Rodrick chuckled and put his arm around you, shrugging smuggly. “Ah, a magician never reveals his secrets.” “You put pillows under the blanket.” “I put pillows under the blanket.” You couldn’t help but laugh, Rodrick just watching your face light up. Admiring you before taking out the blunts. Luckily, the kid who got in trouble was planning on smoking them soon so you two didn’t have to do any work. You had strips of paper for them, but melting into his arms made you lazy.

Suddenly, you jolted up and rushed to your stereo. Rodrick looked confused, trying to find his lighter. “What are you doing?” You didn’t answer, grabbing a CD and popping it in. You paid no mind to him, smelling the smoke. After a moment you’d figure you’d explain why you’re so fast to put this on. “A new CD was put out at the store. I stopped by yesterday.” Your new favorite song played throughout your room, your feet dancing lightly to the opening and your back hitting the mattress as you took the blunt.

Hangin' 'round downtown by myself

And I had so much time to sit and think about myself

And then there she was, like double cherry pie

Yeah, there she was

Like disco super-fly

Rodrick listened while tilting his head back against a stuffed animal. Exhaling while you inhaled. The deep breaths you had to take just added onto your relaxation. Passing the grass back and forth while you began to mellow out. You went up to rest your head on his chest while moaning mindlessly. It was an effortlessly intoxicating feeling. Rodrick brushed his fingers through your hair, a smirk plastered on his face as you nudged your way into him. “Wow.. I just wanna- wanna like-” Your thoughts felt mushed together and you couldn’t help but feel euphoric. He chuckled and looked down at you. “Wanna what?” Your head tilted up, a fist holding his shirt while you sat up and took the smoke. Taking a long hit and coughing hard. “Damn. I wanna like- be you.” You laughed out loud, shuddering and nuzzling your face into his neck.

Rodrick’s hand held your back as you climbed into his lap. He made a concerned, amused face as you got closer. “What? I don’t think that’s possible, babe.” His grin was toothy, whining when you kept smoking. “Hey- share.” You groaned, giving it over and kissing the moles on his cheek. Down his jaw and to his neck. His hand mindlessly founds it’s way on your ass and none of you were complaining.

I smell sex and candy here, mmm

Who's that lounging in my chair? Mmm

Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?

Mama, this surely is a dream, yeah

It got heavy fast, the drugs hitting you like a ton of bricks. After the blunt was finished, both of you were making out. Your hands were tangled into his hair and his hands were under your shirt. Your face was red, his eyes were bloodshot. Hips grinding pathetically and sporadically. These moments with you and Rodrick were absolutely amazing. His teeth grazed your neck, and you moaned while pulling his hair. You and Rodrick didn’t get far. As much as he would like to say he was a “lady’s man” he was nervous when it came to sex. So unless he was sober and ready to go a step further, you pulled your swollen lips away and you laughed when his fingertips tickled you.

“Can uh.. can you spend the night?” You asked, hopefully and slurring most of your words. He looked at the time, nodding quickly. “Yeah. Yeah-” His eyebrows furrowed as he licked his lips. “But water. My lips are so dry.” You nodded and stumbled to the door. The song on repeat. Your feet felt around aggressively, making sure you didn’t fall down the stairs as you got Rodrick a glass of water. Once you drank some yourself, you were good enough to go back upstairs. Stopping in your footsteps when you close the door behind you and seeing Rodrick shirtless. A cross sitting in the middle of his chest while he drew hearts on your papers. You blushed, walking over. “Here..” Your voice could barely come up to a whisper as he took it with an oblivious smile. Thanking you and downing it. “Get some sleep. I’ll- lay down in a bit. Head buzz.” You nodded and kissed his head gently, smiling against his cheek and climbing into the sheets. You tried to wait for him but it was a bad idea. You could feel yourself drifting off abruptly, painfully without him until you found him jabbing himself into your arms.

Yeah, mama, this surely is a dream, dig it

Yeah, mama, this surely is a dream, yeah

Yeah, mama, this must be my dream

When you woke up in the morning, you couldn’t find Rodrick anywhere. You put on the jacket he left, your eyes sore from the weed and your head feeling like a foot that fell asleep. You put one side of the jacket over the other, freezing in your boxer shorts. A note on your desk that made your heart flutter. In your boyfriend’s messy handwriting, it read ‘had to go home :( mom found out and called. she says hi! -love the best bf ever.’ Your lips curved into a smile, moving your eyesight to the finished math on your desk. Possibly incorrect but you couldn’t help but hold it to your chest. You chuckled and turned to the stereo, pulling out the CD that was probably worn down. You put it away. Keeping it close to your heart. In love with Rodrick fucking Heffley after committing a crime that only you two- and maybe his mom- knew about. He was perfect.

[eternalstann]

So High

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: smut, smoking!!!

Your fellow avenger and friend Peter hears you coughing in your room, of course the superhero in him had to come make sure you were alright

Eyes closed in pure relaxation, music playing from your tv and a blunt burning your hand; you think this must be the closest thing to heaven on Earth there is.

You take another pull, coughing a bit at the burn in your throat. But it’s worth it to experience the way the music sounds especially beautiful to your ears right now. To have all the anxiety of the day melt away just from inhaling.

You smile to yourself, hitting the blunt again and once again coughing. Fuck, you gotta take a smaller hit you reprimand yourself internally with a giggle, but you quickly go silent at the sound of approaching footsteps.

You scramble to hide your lighter and all other evidence of your recreational drug use as you hear a knock on your door.

“Y/N, you’ve been coughing all night; are you okay? Do you have a cold?”

You almost sigh in relief at the sound of Peter Parker’s concerned voice from behind your door.

“Is something burning? Y/N, open up!” He calls impatiently now and you cover your mouth at his naiveness. For a genius he sure could be slow.

He must’ve finally put two and two together when he exclaims, “oh my god! are you smoking weed?” just pushing open your door at this point and you gasp.

“Geez, Peter are you gonna announce it to the whole compound? Shut the door!” You whisper yell.

He steps in and closes the door behind him, making himself right at home in your bed.

“Ummm, I did not say for you to get in my bed Pete! I’m having a….self care night.” You explain and he rolls his eyes.

“Wow, what if I wanted to join your smoke sesh?” He asks almost too seriously and you raise an eyebrow.

“Since when does Spider-Man smoke weed?”

“I like to drink. But sometimes with my spider senses, I don’t like how being drunk makes me feel. But a joint every now then helps me relax” he shrugs. You can’t help but soften at the somewhat personal confession. Of course the team were all pretty close, but its hard to talk about how your powers and obligations can affect you.

You pull the blunt out again, handing it to him with a suggestive wiggle of your eyebrows. You grab the lighter and he takes it too.

The glow of the flame illuminates his face for a moment and you watch him as he takes his first pull. You’re still high, and can’t help but study him. The way his big hands looked holding the lighter. How pretty his hair was.

He smirks when he catches you staring.

“Take a picture Y/N, it’ll last longer” he jokes

as he exhales. Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

He passes the blunt back to you.

“Why do you smoke?” He asks, his soft brown eyes watching you with care.

You shrug, in similar fashion to him.

“I dunno, why does anyone? I like being high”

Peter laughs a little, “That’s why I like you….”

You don’t don’t know why those five words have such an effect on you.

“You like me?” You can’t help but ask, feeling incredibly dumb afterwards.

Peter shifts to be closer to you, “I really do actually. When I heard you coughing, I was gonna try to swoop in and take care of you in your hour of need. But this even better, and I’m glad you’re not sick” he confesses.

And your stuck with a silly grin, body buzzing from THC and excitement alike.

He reaches out a hand to grab the blunt from you, and you expect him to to take another hit. Instead he ashes it and places it on the nightstand.

He leans forward, “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’re even prettier when you’re high” his voice whispers, a little gruffer now.

And he meant every word. The way your eyes got lower every time you took a puff had his dick already half hard. And fuck, he wanted to commit the smell of you to memory.

“Maybe it’s the weed…” you giggle, “…but I really wanna fuck you”

Peter feels his body go into overdrive at your words, every fiber of his being telling him to fill you up right then.

“Is it just the weed?” He hums, placing a hand on your thigh, thumb stroking the exposed skin there. You shake your head, climbing into his lap and his hands immediately relocate to your waist.

“Nah, I’ve wanted to fuck your for a while actually Spider-Boy” you tease, rocking your hips against him and he pulls you even tighter.

“It’s Spider-Man” he corrects you before finally pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back like it’s the last the last thing you’d ever do, his mouth sweet from the berry fusion wrap you’d smoked. You feel yourself grow wetter with each passing second, whining against him.

“I wanna ride you” you pant, finally breaking away from the kiss and Tom groans, making quick work of both of your underwear and his own.

“Fuck, you can do anything you want” he replies and you push him back against the bed. He looked so good lying there beneath you, and you can’t can’t him inside of you fast enough.

Peter sits up on his elbows to watch you sink down on his dick, jaw going slack at feeling of your wetness squeezing him just right.

“Oh my god, Pete, I can feel you so deep” you moan once you’re finally settled and he can barely string the words together enough to speak.

“Take you shirt off, please” he grunts and you comply, pulling your top over your head slowly. Only breaking eye contact when the shirt breaks your line of vision. You can feel his dick throb inside of you as his eyes falls to your tits, wasting no time taking them in his hands and massaging.

Your hips start moving almost on their own accord at the feel of his big hands on your breasts. You take your first tentative bounce, already feeling the first traces of pleasure at the way he filled you so perfectly.

Peter’s fingers find your nipples, playing with and pinching them as you bounce harder on top of him. Your own hands steady yourself on his strong chest, continuing your movements. Something about it turned you on so much. Spider-Man himself beneath you, fucking you. Letting you use him to make yourself cum.

You feel your high approaching, hips stuttering. Peters brown curls were beginning to stick to his forehead, damp with sweat. So handsome.

He can tell you’re close, hands moving to grip your ass and help you grind against him.

“I’m so close Pete…” you whisper, voice needy and Peter plants his feet in the mattress; hips thrusting upwards to fuck up into you.

You gasp as he pounds you from below, head falling forward and you can’t even warn him before you’re coming all over his cock.

You shake above him, and Peter is mesmerized by the way you look. He pushes into you slower now, but still deep as he feels his own orgasm washing over him.

“I like getting high with you”

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in honor of the trailer 😌 love u

masterlist

[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

[whumperooni]

what’s mine is mine

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x Sister!Reader

Tags/Warnings: tw incest, tw breeding kink, scumbag squad, drugs and drinking, possessive behavior

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: This is in response to a big brained nonny! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it!

“Touya-nii, do you want some- oh. Sorry, nii-san, I didn’t know you had guests over...”

Touya lifts his head from his phone to find you standing in the doorway- a curious tilt to your head and hands clasped behind your back. On the couch across from him, his shitty friends are looking at you- just as curious but with a look in their eyes that he doesn’t appreciate.

There’s a reason he doesn’t have them over when you’re home.

“Woah, Todoroki- who is this? Don’t tell me that’s your little sister. Where’ve ya been hiding her?”

Touya huffs as Keigo grins and you flush- teeth digging into your bottom lip, eyes lowering to the floor under the attention, a tiny smile threatening to form that Touya is very unhappy to see.

“C’mere, little birdy, let us see ya. Come say hi.”

The scowl that breaks across Touya’s face only makes Keigo smirk. Your eyes dart to Touya- seeking his approval, your face flustered- and Touya huffs again, rolls his eyes whenever Jin raises a brow toward him.

At least Tenko’s already gone back to playing his game- head bowed and bloodshot eyes only flicking toward you whenever Touya waves you over to him and you hesitantly enter the room.

He doesn’t like the way three sets of eyes run over your legs and he really doesn’t like the way Keigo’s smirk grows whenever his own eyes narrow.

Fuckin’ bastard. He’s nothing but scum.

Touya grabs your wrist as soon as you’re close enough to him to do so and he yanks you down onto his lap, ignores the squeak that leaves you whenever he wraps his arms around your waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder, rests a hand on your thighs.

“Asshole friends, this is my little sister. Sis, these are my asshole friends.”

“Yo.”

“Hey.”

“...mmm.”

“H-Hi...”

Keigo coos at your shy voice and Jin smiles a little- expression hazy from all the weed he’s smoked. Tenko glances at you- pointedly at your legs, between them- and Touya scowls, squeezes your thighs and pulls you even closer against him.

“Hey, baby, why don’t you come over here with us? If you want a lap to sit on, you can always use mine or Jin’s.”

“What about mine?”

“No one wants to sit on yours, weeb.”

“You can sit on mine,” Jin mumbles, barely audible over Tenko and Keigo’s squabbling. “I don’t mind.”

Your head moves with a shake and your fingers curl into your skirt- cheeks flaring as you press back against Touya. Something relaxes in his chest with that and he hugs you a little closer, smothers the impulse to lay his lips to your neck.

“N-No, thank you,” you mumble to Jin- so polite, so shy, so very good with your refusal.

“Didn’t want you to anyway.”

Touya snorts at that, just shakes his head when you look back at him in confusion.

Out of all of them, Jin’s probably the least likely threat. Tenko would be if he didn’t have a habit of staring and sneaking photos of any and every girl he can- he wouldn’t ever actually try anything on you, but Touya doesn’t want upskirt photos of his lil sis on that perv’s phone.

Keigo’s the worst by and far. And Touya will be damned if he lets his little sister get anywhere near that jackass with his sickly sweet charm, shit eating grins, and groping hands.

No way- you’re his.

“Nii-san,” you whisper, looking back at him with your cute little flushed cheeks and shy eyes. “Nii-san, I just came down to ask if you wanted some dinner. Natsuo-nii said he’d pick up some take-out...”

Natsuo? What the fuck are you doing hanging around Natsuo? That little shit should be on some cheesy date with his squeaky mouse of a girlfriend instead of trying to weasel in some time with you.

Touya doesn’t know which he hates more- the thought of his sleazy friends trying to flirt with you or the thought of you hanging out with your older brother, his younger brother.

When he only scowls in response, your face falls. You turn on his lap until you’re sat facing him- fingers curling into his shirt and brow furrowed, your bottom lip jutting out into one of those cute pouts of yours that you like to wear when you’re worried about him.

Over your shoulder, Touya can see Jin’s confusion and Tenko’s cocked brow, Keigo’s narrowed eyes. He flashes them a sneer that you can’t see and settles his hands on your hips, looks back down at you to see what’s got you bothered enough to forget your shyness.

“Onii-chan,” you start- voice tilting with a soft whine, something almost lecturing creeping through the words. “Nii-san, Natsuo-nii was just being nice. And you need to eat.”

Your hands run down his chest and your expression grows softer as you look up at him through your lashes, your voice gets quieter as you whisper to him,

“I worry about you, nii-san. You’re so skinny...”

The tips of your fingers press into the spaces between his ribs and Touya sighs as concern fills your eyes, ignores the stares of his friends from across the room.

“Fine, whatever,” he grumbles. “Get something for me and put it in the fridge. I’ll eat it later.”

“You promise?”

A huff leaves him and you pout whenever he rolls his eyes, but a nod of his head gets your lips quirking up with a pleased little smile all the same.

“I’ll get you some low mein,” you chirp, hands smoothing down his chest. “And I’ll have Natsuo-nii get you some beer too!”

“Aw, ain’t she just the sweetest.”

Keigo’s croon has you blushing and Touya huffs again once your head ducks- lips twitching with irritation as you squirm on his lap and the blonde across the room bares his teeth at him in a grin.

Fuckin’ dick.

“I, um, I- I should go tell Natsuo-nii,” you mumble, cheeks still flared up and voice dipping shy again. Touya just grunts and he squeezes your hips before giving one a little smack.

A press of soft lips to his cheek and then you’re off- Keigo, Jin, and Tenko all watching as you hurry out of the room and out of sight.

As soon as you’re gone, they look to him and Touya’s eyes narrow when a low whistle sounds from Keigo.

“Shit, Todoroki, and here I thought your whole family was just a bunch of dogs.”

“Oh fuck off,” Touya snaps, reaching for the blunt wraps with a scowl. “Don’t get any fuckin’ ideas, birdbrain.”

“Ideas?” Keigo laughs- grin still in place, turning sleazy. “Now why would I have any ideas about your cute lil sis and her cute lil tits.”

“I said fuck off.”

“She is pretty cute,” Jin mumbles, fingers scratching along his chest and lips holding a dazed smile that only has Touya scowling darker. “Like her ass...”

“Bet she cums like an ahego whore,” Tenko throws out without even looking up from his stupid fucking game. “Looks like a dumb slut.”

“Think the weeb’s right,” Keigo sneers. “Hey- she got a boyfriend, Todoroki?”

“I don’t know- you got a black eye?”

“Aw, cute- he’s protective.”

“Virgin then,” Tenko pipes up. “Bet she’d cream herself if she got kissed.”

A growl rips from Touya and the three bark out some laughs- Keigo and Tenko smirking while Jin’s dumb little smile grows.

He’s gonna fucking kill these assholes.

He knew they’d be nothing but scum when it came to you- he should’ve made sure you’d be out of the house before he let these three dicks come over for a smoke sesh.

Touya scowls and his friends keep up- slinging lewd comments and jeers as he smokes and stews.

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Two in the morning and Touya’s buzzed.

Buzzed and fucking pissed.

Those assholes didn’t let up all night. Every other sentence out of Keigo’s mouth was about fucking you, getting you on your knees, making you drunk and stupid so he could wreck your ass. Tenko kept comparing you to characters from his ero games and Jin kept mumbling how he wanted you to sit on his dick, warm his cock while he smokes.

Jin was bareable, kind of. But Tenko and Keigo?

It’s a goddamn miracle he didn’t break their faces.

Touya scowls as he watches his so called friends head out and narrows his eyes at one last jeer of “kiss your sis good night for me” tossed out ny Keigo.

Those fuckers need to learn some manners. Those fuckers need to learn who you belong too.

Scowl deepening, Touya heads toward your room- feet stumbling and teeth gritting.

You’re asleep when he barges in- face peaceful, blanket twined between your legs, fingers curled into the sheets. He looks over you for a second, runs his eyes over bared thighs and cotton panties, and then he walks toward the bed, climbs onto it.

As soon as the mattress dips, your lashes flutter open and you stir with a sigh. You don’t do more than give a sleepy blink when he brackets himself over you, offer him a fuzzy, drowsy smile.

“Touya-nii...? What...what time is it?”

“Two.”

A hum and a yawn, another sleepy little blink. You’re cute like this and usually Touya would just crash beside you, but he’s got other plans right now- stupid, drunk, dumb plans but plans all the same.

“Hey- hey, don’t go back to sleep.”

There’s a huff from you, a furrowing of your brows. But you obey him as you always do; you sit up with another yawn and rub at your eye with a loose fist, let him tug the covers off of you without a fuss.

“Nii-san...nii-san, what is it?”

Touya ignores you and he grabs onto your still sleepy face, pulls you closer until he can kiss you, make you whine and moan. You jerk, just a bit, at the way he bites into your bottom lip and then you’re melting into his touch, looking up at him through half-shut eyes whenever he breaks the kiss and runs his drunken gaze over your flushed face.

“Nii-san...?”

Touya grunts and thumbs away a dribble of spit from the corner of your lips, ignores the quiet confusion written all over your face. You press into his touch and he watches you blink, reaches over to flick on the lamp without looking. He almost knocks it over but he ignores that, too, and kisses you again- not caring if you’re blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden light or if you’re still thrown a little off kilter by his mood and his lingering scowl.

This kiss is rougher- his fingers snarling into your hair and his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, his grip tightening on your head. You whimper with it and Touya growls, doesn’t pull back until he feels you tremble and shake. Your lips part with a question, quivering and plumped up from his bites, and Touya huffs before it can sound, grits out his own.

“You love me, right?”

Your eyes snap open, you breathe in sharp and fast- bewilderment all over your face and any lingering traces of sleep evaporated in an instant. Your hands fly to his face and his lips twitch at the touch, he presses into it even if it’s a fucking weak little move.

“Touya-nii, of course I love you! I love you with all my heart!”

Sweet, a little hurt, absolutely sincere- you say it with wide eyes and so much concern that it makes him want to scowl even deeper, punch himself for being so stupid to even ask.

Of course you love him- he’s your nii-san after all.

Touya huffs and his shoulders relax a little, his tongue darts out to wet his lips as your brows scrunch together in worry.

You’re a good little sister. He doesn’t have anything to worry about- never will.

But fuck he’s still pissed.

“I wanna do something,” he half-growls out. “You’ll be good for me, yeah?”

A flush, a squirm. You nod, though- brows still furrowed and eyes scanning his face in search for some answer to your confusion.

“Of course, nii-san,” you whisper. “I- of course. What-”

“Take your clothes off. All of ‘em.”

A soft noise slips from you and you breathe in shakily, but there’s no hesitance in the way your hands rise to tug off your shirt.

Touya watches for a moment and then he gets up from the bed, walks over to the door and closes it, locks it.

You’re naked by the time he comes back- flushed but not embarrassed, bruises littered everywhere your clothes can hide them. Touya eyes the bruises, those marks he’s put all over his dear, sweet little sister, and his lashes lower, something hungry and greedy starts to grow inside of him.

You’ve never belonged to anyone but him.

He touches your cheek- soft in the moment, rough edges hazed over by your adoration. A tap to it has your lashes fluttering, a press of his thumb to your lips has you shuddering.

“We’re gonna make a lil movie,” he rumbles out. You startle, eyes flying wide open once again, but you don’t protest or tell him no even if unease has your fingers curling tight into the sheets.

You never tell him no.

“I...okay, nii-san...”

The compliance has him humming- thumb dipping past your parted lips so he can press it down against your wet tongue.

It’s sweet how you agree, satisfying- more satisfying then the beer he threw back all throughout the night and the weed he smoked away.

A lick to his lips and Touya pulls away, starts to strip away his clothes- hands fumbling, clumsy as he tries to undo buttons and zippers. You watch him silently- cheeks heating up and thighs pressing together- and your teeth find your bottom lip when he starts to tug down his boxers, when his cock springs free.

“Turn around,” he orders. “Get on your knees, put that fucking pretty face against the bed and raise that ass up for me.”

Shivering, you obey- a mewl slipping from you as you do.

Touya grabs his phone from his pants and he kneels by the bed, pulls up the camera and hits record.

You’re wet and it’s easy to see even in the lowlight, even on the shitty phone screen. When he grabs onto your ass with his free hand and spreads your cheek, your hole clenches- tightens and spreads and makes him smirk.

“So fucking wet for me,” he half-sneers, a laugh sounding through the words. “Look at this pretty lil cunt all soaked and eager.”

“T- Touya...”

He huffs at your little whimper of a whine and brings the phone even close, records the way your hips twitch and your cunt sucks in his thumb when he presses against it.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight,” he hisses. “All for me, baby- right?”

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Touya snorts and he slips his thumb out so he can spread your pussy open again, presses his palm against it and then lays a wet smack to your ass that has you yipping, arching your hips even closer to him.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

The sheets rustle as you shake your head and Touya grips your ass tight, digs his fingers in deep and makes you squirm, whine. When there’s no verbal answer, he spanks you again in warning and you whine even louder, press your thighs tight together.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

Touya grins and the restless anger in him quells, just a little, at your mewled loyalty.

A fucking good little sister indeed.

Touya aims the camera at the red blooming across your ass and then he stands, moves it over to capture your arched back. He runs his hand over your side and you shiver a little, press your hips back against him until his cock nudges at your soaked cunt.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?” he half taunts- the words coming out sickly sweet, rough around the edges.

“Please!”

Your moan is even sweeter than his question- hips bucking back against his cock, fingers fisting the sheets tight in your hold.

“Think you can do better than that,” he huffs, leaning over until he can tangle his fingers into your hair. “Tell me how bad ya want it.”

A whine sounds- pathetic and flustered, pitching up sharp as he yanks your head up from the bed. The tiniest sob slips from you as he forces your head back and you stare up into the camera- cheeks flushed, eyes glittering, an undeniable need flourishing across your your face.

“Please, nii-san,” you beg, nearly breathless and so fucking sweet. “Please I want- I want you to fuck me! I want- want your cock!”

“Only mine?”

Another whine and you nod, whimper as your hair gets tugged and pulled by the movement.

“Only Touya-nii’s!”

“Good girl.”

A gasp from you and a cute little mewl- the praise has you flushing darker and a tremble wracking through your body, your lashes fluttering and falling half-shut.

“Nii-san, please...”

Touya grunts and the camera shakes in his hand for a moment before he steadies himself. He rocks against you, has you whimpering, and then he grips his cock, lets you bury your face back into the sheets as he starts to push his way into your eager little cunt.

You clench around him, so fucking eager as always, and Touya groans at that, lowers his phone to show off the way his cock slides into your plush little pussy with ease.

“So fucking wet, baby,” he praises- taunts- in a growl. “Ain’t never had a cunt like yours. So fucking tight and sweet. You were made to take my dick, weren’t cha?”

A shuddering moan wracks through you- body trembling and cunt clenching around his cock so tight it makes Touya hiss and claw his nails into your hips. You whimper at the sting and he doesn’t have to see your face to know you’ve got tears in your eyes, doesn’t have to hear any mewl or whine to know that you love it.

“I- I was made- was made- oh, nii-san!”

Touya snorts at your moan, tilts his head back with a groan as he sinks even deeper into your silken, squeezing little cunt.

“Throw those fucking hips back,” he snarls, orders. “Fuck yourself on me.”

A mewl and you do just as he says- rocking your hips back like the obedient girl you are and whining as his piercings drag along the throbbing walls of your pussy. Touya rolls his head back forward so he can watch and he angles the camera so he can capture the way the soft flesh of ass jiggles each time it meets his pelvis.

“So fuckin’ good,” he mumbles. “Takin’ it so well- best fuckin’ pussy around. No one fucks like my lil sis.”

It’s more to the camera- to the future audience- but you still whimper and grind against him, drags your nails over the sheets with a soft little whine.

“Nii-san- Touya-nii, please!”

“What? You gonna come already?”

“Please!”

Touya huffs and he lays a spank to your ass, drags out a moan and has your hips stuttering against him.

“Come on nii-san’s cock then. Come nice and pretty like a good girl.”

A whimper and then you’re trembling, whining as your cunt clenches and flutters around his cock. His teeth grit with the squeeze of your cumming pussy and Touya has to dig his nails back into your hip so he doesn’t moan- lips pulling into a growling snarl as he tries not to cum with you.

“Nii-san! Nii-san!”

He lets you moan and writhe and mewl until you limp beneath him and then he leans over you, presses his chest flat against your back and curls his fingers into your hair, jerks your head to the side and shoves the phone in your face.

He wants them to see your flushed face and muddied eyes. He wants them to see your fucked out face and fluttering lashes. He wants them to see your face as he cums inside of you, as you cum on his cock again.

Touya fucks into you- movement shallow, his cock still driving in so fucking deep- and you moan, shudder whenever his teeth scrape over your shoulder.

“You like nii-san’s cock fuckin’ deep inside you?”

“Oh- oh, yes! Love it nii-san!”

It comes out whiny- so fucking needy. Touya grunts when your cunt pulses around him and he fucks into you rough, makes you mewl out his name.

“Nii-san’s gonna fuckin’ fill ya,” he snarls. “Fill your tight lil cunt. Gonna fuckin’ breed ya! Breed my sweet lil sis- fuckin’ shit- gonna cream that cunt!”

“Please! Please! Touya- nii please!”

You beg so fucking sweet. Touya snarls and he fucks into you rough, pulls your hair tight as he shoots his cum deep into your needy little pussy, fills you to the goddamn brim with his seed. You cum, again, with him and you moan as you do- so loud and cute.

Whimpers rip from you as he humps his cum deep inside you and you shudder when he grinds into your cunt, coo dreamily whenever he lays a kiss to your flushed cheek.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.

A mewl as you nod drowsily and Touya snorts at your sleepy smile, turns the camera to his face and sneers before ending the recording.

He drops it in the groupchat before he slides out of you and sits back on his knees. You nuzzle into the covers as he runs his hand through his hair and Touya huffs, snorts as you yawn.

“C’mon,” he tells you- maybe quietly fond in a way he’ll never admit-, “let’s crash.”

You hum and you nod and Touya lets you shuffle under the covers, follows after you and pulls you close.

He clicks off the lamp and the two of you drift off to sleep- satisfaction filling Touya as his phone goes off and a happy smile on your face. 

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Tenko is the first to watch the video.

He gets the notification in the middle of crushing up some pills. His first instinct is to just ignore it, but impulse has him reaching for the phone, has his thumb clicking the play button before he can really think about it.

His brow arches, but he’s not too surprised by the smut dropped into the chat- between Keigo and Touya it happens on the weekly and he’s more than used to it.

He could use new fap material, anyway.

Tenko settles back in his chair and takes his cock out, gives it a stroke as he eyes the cunt filling the screen.

Wet, cute- he’d like to fuck it, fill it.

Why the fuck does Touya always get such sweet pussy?

A scowl twists his lips, but his hand twists along with it- pumps along his shaft as he enjoys the sight of arched hips and a cute ass.

He’d fucking wreck that ass given the chance. Slam his dick deep inside and makes this bitch moan.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?”

“Please!”

Fuck- what a good lil cunt.

Tenko grunts as he rocks into his fist, but then he fucking moans when he sees just who Touya is fucking.

Shit- fuck.

He knew the bastard was twisted but goddamn.

Tenko almost laughs, but he’s too busy jerking himself off even faster- eyes narrowed and teeth gritted, a pant sounding from him.

“Yeah, shit. Fuck that little sluts’s cunt. Breed your lil sis you fucking dick.”

He should be disgusted, probably. Horrified at the very least.

But fuckin’ hell this is hot and he’s been jackin’ it to shit like this for years anyway.

And, fuck, this is real- this is hottest shit he’s watched all month. All goddamn year.

Tenko cums before the clip is even over and he keeps fucking his fist even after, replays it with a hissed curse.

Touya better drop more after this. He better let them see this in real life- Tenko needs to see this slut’s fucked out face in the flesh, needs to shove his fingers into your moaning mouth and make you choke.

Tenko licks his lips and he saves the video- saves it a second time for a back up.

Just in case.

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The second person to see the video is Jin.

He’s home- drunk, high, smoking a cigarette and watching reruns of Doraemon.

He’s feeling fuzzy, good. The night had been chill and he had liked getting a glimpse of Touya’s little sister- you’d been real cute, real sweet. He had wanted you to sit next to him- maybe in his lap like Keigo had teased- and he had wanted to hug you close, get you just as high and fuzzy as him.

He might have a lil puppy dog crush on you now- how could he not with you so shy and sweet?

Jin hums as he thinks of you, scratches his stomach and grins sleepily- one laugh leaving him as he watches Nobita fail once again.

His phone buzzes and Jin fumbles a hand over until he can pick up, blinks and raises a brow when he finds a video in the chat.

Someone fucked or someone did something stupid.

Or fucked someone stupid.

A snort leaves him and Jin takes a draw of his cigarette, lounges back and presses play.

It’s the usual shit- hot and boasting and showing off a cute lil wet cunt, a soft and sweet ass. 

He’s a bit jealous, maybe. (Definitely)

He’s a bit too relaxed and heavy to get off on it, maybe. (No he’s not)

Eyes drawing half-shut, Jin reaches a hand down his sweatpants. He strokes himself lazily as he watches Touya spanks his mewling, whiny little slut and he smokes as he does, too- humming whenever he hears the plea to be fucked.

Cute. (Hot)

Whoever this is seems like a good little girl. (A needy little whore)

A small grunt leaves him when he watches Touya tangle his fingers into hair, but a gasp of “shit” leaves him whenever a head is jerked back and he sees a cute, flushed face that he definitely knows.

“What the fuck?”

He has to pause the video, bring the phone up to his face and squint at the screen.

He’s not seeing this right- can’t be seeing this right. He’s too drunk, too stoned. too fucked up- his vision is betraying him. It has to be.

...right?

Jin stares at the screen. He stares and stares and stares. His thumb hovers over the screen, hesitating, and the ashes from his cigarette fall onto his bare chest while he tries to decide what to do.

Touya wouldn’t really...he’s not really fucking his little sister is he?

No way. No fucking way.

(Yes fucking way)

Jin blinks and his thumb hit the screen, he swallows as he watches you beg for your big brother’s cock.

Fuck, that’s sick. That’s disgusting.

(That’s so fucking hot.)

His cheeks flush and his eyes widen, draw back down to lazy slits. His fingers twitch along his cock, tighten back around it when he gets treated with the sound of a whimper, a moan.

You sound so fucking good. (You sound so fucking whiny)

You’re so cute- you probably have such a tight, wet little pussy. (You probably have such a sloppy, fucked out cunt if Touya fucks you like this on the regular)

Shit, he wants to know how your cunt feels. He wants you on his lap, wants to feel you clench around his cock like a good little girl.

(A good little whore)

It’s too much to watch- too much to handle. Jin closes his eyes and tilts his head back with a groan, jerks himself to all the mewls and growls and groans and begs that sounds from the phone.

He comes along to the sound of you coming and he shudders after it, drags his hand over his cock and wipes the mess over his sweats.

...fuck. He shouldn’t have done that- he shouldn’t have watched that. He’s not going to be able to look you in the eyes if he ever gets to see you again.

(Fuck your eyes- he wants to look up your skirt, see that cute little pussy again)

Jin frowns and he runs his hand through his hair, tosses his burnt out cigarette into the ashtray before lighting another.

On the tv, Doraemon laughs. On his phone, Touya kisses your cheek and smirks at the camera- at Jin.

Fuckin’ dick. (Lucky bastard)

Jin shakes his head and he closes his eyes again, takes a draw and blows out a plume of smoke toward the ceiling.

...he’s got some fucked up friends. (No more fucked up than him)

A grimace and then Jin looks to his phone, taps on the screen and watches through heavy lidded eyes as his friend fucks his sweet little sister.

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Keigo’s the last to see the video- he finds it in the chat after he’s sent the neighbor girl back home, after he’s gotten some head and drawled out promises of feelings that he’ll never feel for some dumb little whore with aspirations of home in the ‘burbs and a passel of brats.

He snorts when he sees it, thinks it’s just some busted bitch that Touya talked into coming over so he could rail his anger out.

Touya’s always been a touchy little shit.

He stills plays it, though- drops down on to his bed and kicks back, takes a swig of beer.

It’s a pretty little cunt that gets flashed his way- wet and eager, nice and snug looking. Keigo rolls his eyes whenever Touya’s fuckin’ voice sounds, but he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy the sight of that cute cunt sucking in a rough thumb, the sound of a little whimpers and mewls.

Not a bad pussy, not a bad voice- maybe this slut isn’t that busted?

Or maybe she’s just a butterface.

A snort and Keigo lazily works his hand down his chest, underneath his sweatpants. He strokes him even if he’s just half hard and he lets his gaze drift to something half-lidded, amused and lazy.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight. “All for me, baby- right?”

Fuckin’ show off- as if this one ups the coed Keigo had last week, as if this one ups the way he had fucked her throat raw in the library and came all over her dumb face, all over her fat tits.

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Wait a second...

Keigo blinks and his brow arches as he watches Touya lays a smack across a cute little ass.

That voice sounds kind of familiar. Someone he’s fucked before? Did Touya snag one of his sloppy seconds?

Fuckin’ maybe- fucker is stupid and petty enough to do that.

Not that Keigo cares, though- he’s never fucked anyone that he’d get jealous over.

It’s more funny than anything, actually.

Keigo snorts, again, and he pumps his cock with a sneer.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

Yeah, you’ve been with someone better. Will probably come crawling back to him, too, when you’re left dissatisfied by Touya’s weak ass stroke game.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

...what?

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

What?

Who the fuck is this bitch?

Keigo scoffs as he hears a beg to be fucked sound, rolls his eyes as he watches skinny fingers tangle into hair.

Maybe he’ll have to hunt down this slut and wreck her, shove it in Touya’s face right back.

Keigo drags his palm over his cock right as Touya jerks a headful of hair back and Keigo damn near crushes his dick whenever he catches sight of just who Touya has caught in his clutches.

Oh that fucking bastard. That son a bitch.

A slew of curses hisses from him and Keigo snarls as he takes in your teary, needy face, as he hears his creep of a friend’s little sister beg to be fucked by Touya.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

The growl spits out of him and Keigo is barely aware of it- can’t fucking care about it as he watches Touya nail his cute lil sis.

This is absolute fucking bullshit. He can’t believe that fucking prick is railing his sister. He can’t believe that petty fucking asshole is dumb enough to show it off.

What the fuck? What the absolute fuck?

Keigo’s hand moves faster and he snarls as he twists his wrist, as pre-cum spills all over his fingers.

Touya doesn’t fucking deserve that cute lil pussy. Touya doesn’t deserve to rail you with your sweet ass and mewling moan and hot little whines. Touya doesn’t fucking deserve you at all.

It doesn’t cross his mind for one moment how wrong the whole situation is. It doesn’t cross his mind that he should be disgusted over a brother fucking his little sister, that he should be disgusted over the way Touya hisses promises of fucking breeding his little sister’s cunt.

If he’s disgusted it’s only because he’s not the one fucking you- that Touya got to you first.

Oh, Touya is going to fucking regret this.

He’s going to fucking ruin you.

Keigo hisses as he cums and he growls as Touya’s stupid fucking lips quirk into a smirk on the screen, snarls and throws his phone down onto the bed as his hips jerk and pound against his fist.

“Fucking bitch! Stupid fucking whore!”

No wonder you were so goddamn shy. No wonder you didn’t sit in his lap like you should’ve. It wasn’t him- it was you; it was Touya.

The beer bottle gets swiped to the floor and Keigo growls as he rips his hand from his pants and scrubs the cum on his sheets.

Touya’s going to fucking pay for this.

Keigo saves the video and he scowls as he does- face dark, teeth gritted, stormy plans of revenge brewing in his mind.

[ola-elaina]

Arvin x reader where he patches her up after she gets hurt defending him? Honestly anything with a protective Arvin

@chloecreatesfictions: like perhaps a part 2 to trouble? where reader agrees to run away with him & they do

ESCAPE

Summary: arvin sneaking up to y/n’s room, protective arvin and maybe a makeout sesh wink wink

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: this is part 2 to trouble. You can find it in my Arvin Russell Masterlist on my pinned post!

Warning: parental abuse. mentions of blood. angst.

Arvin sighed as he looked around, finding a way of entry. The house was filled with darkness. Nothing was illuminated other than a dim light in the kitchen. The loud voice inside disturbing the peaceful night.

“You stupid girl!”

SLAM.

He raised a foot up on the windowsill, allowing him to hoist himself up to the slanted roof below your bedroom window. Once he got on, he fiddled with the lock — only to find it unlocked.

You never really listen, do you? Arvin thought to himself, shaking his head to your stubbornness.

Pushing up the window, he entered your room as quietly as he could. He let himself take a good look at it. It was small — a single bed pushed in one corner; the bed neatly made up. In front of it was a small closet, just beside the door. And a desk beside the window, containing a lamp, some of your books and stationaries.

Arvin pulled the desk chair back, taking a seat as he rested his elbows on his knees. One hand coming into contact with his face. Trying to bottle up the anger boiling inside him as he continued to hear your father scream at you.

“How many times do I have to tell you?! Stay away from that boy!”

“That boy has a name, Papa! He’s name is Arvin and—“

“I don’t fucking care! Is that what he’s doing to you? Corrupting your mind?! YOU HAVE THE NERVE NOW TO TALK BACK TO YOUR OWN FATHER?”

“No, Papa! Arvin is my only friend. He’s nothing but nice to me.” Then your voice lowered, Arvin heard you say something, but he couldn’t make it up from upstairs.

“You say he saved you?! You wouldn’t have gotten into trouble if you listened to what I say!”

“But—“

SLAM.

Arvin’s head fell down, he wanted so bad to go down — to defend you from your own father but when he finds out he was there, he knew your father would only pour out more anger on you. He could only shut his eyes close. His hands shook as his intertwined fingers clasped tighter.

“THIS IS MY LAST FUCKING WARNING, Y/N! IF I FOUND OUT YOU WERE WITH THAT FUCKING KID AGAIN, I AM NOT LETTING YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE ANYMORE!” Your father’s voice boomed, followed by sounds of shattering glasses and clinking metal.

SLAM.

A sound of a door shutting close echoed around the house. It was finally followed by silence. Arvin was now on his feet, waiting for you to get back to your room.

When a couple minutes passed and you have not gone up yet, panic started rising in his chest. He heard a shuffling noise as he paced back and forth in your tiny room.

But then it stopped.

“That’s it.” He mumbled under his breath.

As he was about to reach for the doorknob, your bedroom door swung open.

Your eyes went wide in surprise when you saw Arvin standing inside your room. When it locked with his, you saw the darkness that filled his eyes.

Your head quickly turned to the direction of your father’s room before gently pushing Arvin back inside, silently closing the door behind you.

“Wha—What are you doing here?” You whispered.

Fear overcame you as the thought of your father seeing him.

His eyes twinkled as you stared back at it cautiously. Even in the darkness, he could still spot the hue colors forming on your skin. His heart broke as he saw pure innocence in your face.

After everything your father had done to you, he could not see any anger — but longing. A longing for someone to look after you like a parent should have. Like a person who truly loves you should have.

Arvin stepped closer, making you step back in response as he wrapped his arms around you. Pressing you up between him and the door. His nose resting on the crook of your neck.

“...you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that!” Arvin muttered, his voice coming out harsher than he intended to. He snuggled his face closer to your skin. You scent enveloping his senses.

“Let’s run away now.”

“You said Saturday...” You smiled weakly, a hand coming up to play with his hair.

Sighing, he said. “He will only keep hurting you if you stay longer.”

“Arvin...”

“I gave you what you asked for. Two

months.” He looked back at you, raising two fingers for emphasis. “Nothing’s changed. Well, maybe it did... But not the good kind of change.”

You turned your head away, trying to avoid his eyes but his finger travelled to your chin, guiding your gaze back to his intense eyes — boring into you.

“He’s never going to change, Y/N.”

Your brows furrowed, weighing your decisions. When Arvin asked you to run away with him, you would not deny that you had second thoughts.

It’s not that you didn’t trust Arvin but where would the two of you go? How will you eat? How about school? None of you has not even finished high school yet.

But Arvin was right. During those two months, your father only became brutal on you. You were not even seeing Arvin that much; you spent your after-school hours taking part-time jobs at the Martins’ babysitting or filling for Marissa at the diner.

You saved as much as you could. Spending as little as possible. Every night you would count the money in your stash — hoping it would be enough at least until you and Arvin could find a job that pays, away from this cruel town.

Your attention was caught when you heard your father’s bedroom door open. Fear came running back to you. “O—okay. Let’s go.”

The two of you scurried.

“Is your bag packed?” He asked in a low voice.

You nodded. “Under the bed.” Pointing to its direction as you opened the hidden door under your closet.

Arvin grabbed your things hurriedly as the sound of footsteps vibrated on the floor outside.

“Come on, Y/N.” He opened the window, climbing out of it to help you from coming down.

“Careful...” You heard him say, hesitating a bit as you saw the height you were going to drop on to. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

Once the two of you were out of the house, Arvin grabbed your forearm, leading you to his pick-up truck.

Your heart pounded against your rib cage as you heard your father call you from inside the house — making you halt in your tracks. His tone obviously unaware that you were not in your room.

Arvin stopped as you did. Looking back at you, he saw you take a glance at the house you should have considered home. A place where you should have felt safe... Loved.

You felt a tear trickle on your face which you quickly wiped off before turning back to him.

The two of you remained quiet as Arvin drove while you busied yourself watching the familiar buildings outside the window turn foreign.

When Arvin turned the steering wheel, he felt his hand slip a bit. His brow raises to his hairline as he switches hands to look at his damp right hand.

His eyes widened when he saw his fingers stained with blood. He glanced at you for a second, seeing your figure sitting small in your seat. Arms crossed over your stomach — discreetly putting pressure on your wound with a handkerchief.

Arvin’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“Why are we here? Are we going to stay here for the night?” You inquired as the truck approached a familiar place. He ignored your question.

It was a cliff overlooking Ohio.

He parked the truck. Staring at him with utter confusion. You caught his eyes landing on your arm which you immediately hid behind your bag placed on your lap.

Taking a metal box from under the driver seat, he left the truck. You followed.

“Sit.” He commanded as he opened the cargo bed, dropped the box which you figured was a first aid kit.

Arvin saw you struggled. He put an arm around your waist, swiftly hoisting you up.

“Let me see your arm.”

Sheepishly, you stretch it out for him — revealing a nasty cut after landing on the floor with fragments of glass.

He sighed. His hand wrapped around it, giving it a squeeze. Blood gushing out, you whimpered.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered gently, pulling out the contents of the first aid kit.

You silently watched as he cleaned your wound then wrapped it with gauze. He did it so gingerly, you felt like you were going to fall asleep in your position.

You then let your eyes travel up to his face — paint with such concentration on what he was doing but you knew damn well, he was furious. It was apparent from his tightly clenched jaw. His touch was gentle but full of tension.

If smoke could come out of his nose, it would.

Once he’s finished, you bring up a hand to his face. Caressing your thumb over his cheeks, then gliding it over his jaw — making his expression loosen, eyes screwing shut.

Arvin let his hands fall on the side of your thighs, trapping you between him. His forehead resting against your collarbone.

“Thank you.” You muttered softly, pressing a soft kiss against his temple. One of your hands came up to gently tug on his hair. You knew how much he loved it, for some reason it calmed him down.

He pulled back, just enough to lock eyes with you. Your hand now behind his neck.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I promise you that.” He said with conviction. The look in his eyes looked like they could kill.

You smiled, nodding.

“From now on... I’m your family.” Letting his fingers tuck the strand of your hair behind your ear.

You felt warmth melt in your chest. Tears clouding your vision as you cupped his cheeks with your hand, making him bent down and bringing his lips to yours — when it came in contact with yours, you instantly felt the tension leave Arvin’s body.

He stepped towards you, now standing between your open legs as your lips melted against each other’s. His hand coming behind your lower back pushing you closer to him.

Your legs wrapped around his middle, bodies interlocking. Heat spread out through your veins despite the cool blowing breeze. An unfamiliar sensation coursing through your body as you felt him against you.

Arvin towered over your sitting figure, deepening the kiss. It made you dizzy as he slowed down, savoring your lips in his.

When you felt his tongue graze lightly on your lip, it sent tingles down your spine. A smile appears on your face in between the exchanges. The ache you were feeling in your skin now forgotten. You could not help but let out a moan when your tongue met his.

The sound you let out spread goosebumps all over Arvin’s skin. A groan escaped from his lips, pressing his body closer to yours if that is even possible. Air could not pass through, if it tried.

He pulled away from you, but his forehead still against yours. Giving you a chance to catch your breath. He whispered, “Ah... the things you do to me.”

You chuckled sweetly, making him attack your lips once more.

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POV: You Got Wayyy Too High

Warnings: Drug use (weed lol)

Aizawa Shouta/ Eraserhead

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked Aizawa as he plopped his bag at the door. You were trying to smoke weed from a pipe, but instead of lighting the actual herb, you were trying to heat it up from the bottom of the pipe.

You’d never smoked weed, but wanted to try it and bought the supplies from a local smoke shop, as well as buying some good stuff from your friend.

Unfortunetly, you also didn’t bother to look up how to actually use a pipe, instead just relying on knowledge you gained from drug documentaries.

This meant that you only knew how people heated up heroin with a flame under the spoon, which meant that surely you could do the same with weed.

“No, no, no, no. Stop that,” he ordered. You were his age, but nonetheless still buckled under his stern tone.

“Look, do you need me to show you how to do it?” he asked, gently taking the glass pipe from your hand. You nodded.

“Watch carefully,” he ordered, as he properly lit up the herb as he inhaled the smoke. He then passed it to you, watching you carefully to make sure you were doing it right. Soon, you got the hang of it.

Even sooner, though, you were a coughing mess.

“Calm it down, there. Don’t take huge puffs. You’re not impressing anyone here, y/n,” he scolded, taking another puff. He did it effortlessly, as if he’d done it for years. (He has.)

You wanted to impress him, though, even though he seemed to not care what you did. You just wanted to prove to him that you were ~cool~.

Well, this ended up in you looking very... uncool.

While Aizawa was chilling with a pretty decent high, you were laid across the bed, starfish style, blasting music in your ears. You were honestly vibing though, so Aizawa didn’t mess with you. For now.

The next day, he definitely teased you a little bit about how totally out of it you were, and how you listened to the same song on loop for 3 hours.

“How did you know that?” You asked, cocking a brow.

“Uh, because your headphones weren’t plugged in?”

Yagi Toshinori/ All Might

He was smoking when you came home, and though he tried to hide it, you smelled it. He acted as if he was just caught as a 17 year old in his mom’s house.

“Uh, no, it’s nothing! I...I don’t do anything like that!” He insisted.

“Toshi, come on. I can smell it,” you smiled. He covered his face.

“Please, please, keep this between you and I...I only do it because it helps with the pain and-”

You cut him off, “ I dont care why you do it, just lemme have some already!” 

Of course, you were just teasing him, and he knew that, but he couldn’t help but ask, “...You smoke?”

You shook your head playfully.

“If you’ll let me, I’d like to try some, though!” 

He passed it to you, and you took a way-too-long drag. Instantly, you were doubled over, coughing and hacking your lungs out. 

He patted your back firmly.

“Since this is your first time, you’re gonna cough a little. Just try to take smaller puffs and take deep breaths. There you go.”

Once you recovered, and Yagi got his turn, he handed the joint back to you. It continued to be passed back and forth between you two until it was finally no longer than a centimeter. 

For a moment, you both just chilled out on the couch together, just vibing. That was until Toshinori noticed your goofy, dreamy facial expression. He chuckled to himself, but that was all you needed to become hysterical, laughing so hard that you couldn’t breathe. Seeing you laugh so much of course made Toshi a mess as well, which only added to your decent into utter madness.

Eventually, though, you both calmed down, and Toshi excused himself so that he could go take a quick bath. He often did this whenever he smoked, so that the warm water could aid even more in soothing his aching muscles and creaky bones.

So you were left alone. Totally unattended. At first, everything was totally fine.

However, as you started to actually feel the effects of the herb, you began to panic.

Is this normal? Does everyone else feel like this when they smoke? Oh God, this isn’t right...oh fuck, I’m gonna be the first dumbass to OD on THC...fuck...

Thoughts whizzed past your brain, every single one making sure you knew how totally fucked you were.

Tears streamed silently down your cheeks as you counted your pulse with two fingers on your wrist, but you coulnd’t find a pulse.

oh fuck...i’m probably going to pass out any minute now...it’s all over...

Images of your final goodbyes to everyone you loved flashed just behind your eyes.

“How’re you holding up, pumpkin?” asked Toshi, coming back from the bath, in a robe and his golden hair still damp.

You looked at him, your eyes red and puffy.

“Toshi...I’m...I’m dying...I love you, okay?” you murmured. He would have laughed, all except he saw the genuine fear in your eyes. 

He sat down next to you, surrounding you with all of his lanky limbs. 

“You’re not dying, honey. What you’re feeling right now is totally normal, I promise. Take some nice, deep breaths for me. Come on. There you go. Good.”

He cradled you there for a good while, until he felt your tense muscles finally slacken, and your breathing evened out.

Toshi made a mental note to never let you smoke that much ever again, guilt pinching at his sides.

Fatgum/Taishiro Toyomitsu

You had taken an edible cookie from your friend. She told you it was just a small bit in there, just enough for you to feel something.

You decided to be modest, eating just half of the cookie. You didn’t notice any effects, and out of sheer boredom you decided to go ahead and eat the rest of it. No harm in that, right?

Well, an hour later, it kicked in. You were expecting to feel something interesting, but you definately weren’t expecting anything like this at all. 

Everything seemed so far away. Even your breathing sounded like it was coming down a long corridor and echoing to your ears. You could feel your soul swimming in your body. 

Fatgum, who you lived with, luckily finished his hero duties early, and walked into the house joyfully as usual.  He called out your name. You didn’t reply.

His large footsteps could be heard, but you were too busy thinking about how weird breathing sounds to notice. 

Fatgum soon found you collapsed on the bathroom floor, face pressed against the cool tile.

Immediately, he propped you up against the wall, looking into your eyes with great concern.

“What did you take? Y/n, look at me. What did you take?” 

You lazily looked at him, your face completely serious. As serious as it could be, anyway.

“...i...it was...edible...” you mumbled out. As soon as he understood, he was laughing hysterically.

“s..stop...s not funny...” you grumbled, punching him in the gut. 

“Alright, alright... let’s get you into bed. You’ll feel much better once you wake up,” he smiled, picking you up and bringing you into the bedroom. 

You quickly were comforted by the warm, heavy comforter. Fatgum took a moment to look at you in your groggy state, trying his best to hold back a laugh. It was so painfully obvious that you’d never done anything like this in your life. His only regret was not being around to witness your ascent into cloud 9.

Soon, though, you had drifted into dreamland.

Hizashi Yamada

You locked yourself in your bathroom, sneakily lighting up the joint you bought off of your friend. Your boyfriend was in his room, playing Fortnite or some shit, and frankly, you were embarrassed to smoke in front of him. You knew that he’d definately find something to roast you about, and he was relentless.

A couple minutes after you lit up, though, the door was basically busted down.

“HEY, HEY! You better be planning on sharing some of that!” yelled Hizashi, his hand already out and waiting. He still had his headset on, but you saw with relief that his mic was turned off. You passed it to him.

“Augh! Where the hell didja get this weak shit, y/n? Nah, this ain’t gonna cut it,” he complained, putting it out. 

“Hey! I got that from my friend, dude! What the hell?” you frowned. Before you could be too mad at the waste, though, Hizashi pulled out a small wooden box from under his bed. Opening it, he revealed his stash of entirely too much pot.

You covered your mouth, stifiling a laugh. How the fuck could you have not smelled it? 

Within five minutes, he’d rolled up a blunt, and was passing it to you, already lit. 

It was gone after a little over half an hour, and you could already feel the effects. Your eyes were dry, your stomach craving junk food, and your brain craving chill vibes.

He returned to his game, unbothered but his volume definately toned down about 5 notches. He was a lot more chill than you’d ever seen him act, ever.

You found your way into the kitchen.

Once his game was over, he met you in there. You were in front of the fridge, pulling out thing after thing. By the time he’d gotten to you, you had eaten half a jar of pickles, three pieces of cake (with your bare hands), drank a bunch of soda, and you were headed for the chips that were sitting idly on the top of the fridge.

“oh, God...what the fuck are ya up to, dude?” he groaned. He did not want to deal with this mess.

You grinned at him.  “I dunno, maan... look dude could you just get me these up here? please bro...” you giggled. He sighed dramatically, taking them.

However, instead of handing them over to you, with your dirty little fingers, he ate them.

“stoppp, bro, please lemme get some!” you pouted. He acted as if he couldn’t hear you, leaving the kitchen. You followed after him, kicking him in the shins. 

Still, he didn’t seem to notice.

“Hizashi, come on, maaannnn!” 

He laid himself on the bed, covering himself with blankets. He pulled out his phone, calling you.  “Y/n, I miss you so much, man. Come chill out!” he spoke into the phone, trying his best not to break the act. You were absolutely furious at this point, punching at him.

“I’m right here, you doughnut!!” you groaned.  Dramatically sighing, Hizashi frowned, “I really wish y/n was here to sesh with me...” all while still eating the chips. You jumped on top of him. 

Finally, you caught him off gaurd, grabbed the chips, and locked yourself back up in the bathroom. 

This time, though, he just left you be. 

[ohheyitsokay]

to date a single father (2/2)

Pairing: Francisco Morales (Catfish, Frankie) x (f) reader

Wordcount: 3.2k

Warnings: low to medium amounts of petting? teenage level make out sesh. A stomachache worth of fluff. A little angst??

Summary: part 2! Please read part 1 before this for context :) Frankie has a little girl in kindergarten and you’re the prettiest schoolteacher he’s ever seen. Being a single dad makes navigating a relationship hard, that’s all. It’s just as daunting for you, but somehow, you’re pretty sure he’s worth it?

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“Frankie, I don’t know if I can do this!” your walking slowed, and you clung to his hand. Anxiety was bubbling in your chest the closer you got to the home in front of you.

He stopped, letting go of your hand to wrap his arms around you. It was a warm fall evening, and the two of you had been together a few weeks now.

It was time for you to meet his boys – the daunting equivalent to meeting his family. The little one had already run around the house, chasing the sounds of other kids and the smells of meat and smoke.

His hands ran soothingly over you, and he smiled into your hair.

“Baby, you got this, they’re gonna love you,” he said, with absolute confidence.

You pulled back, shaking yourself and taking a deep breath. “They’re your family Frankie,” you said.

“We don’t have to, if you’re not up for it,” you couldn’t help but meet his safe brown eyes. “But I promise they will love you.”

The boiling inside you settled to a simmer. You both could feel it, already, even though it had only been a few weeks.

They will love you because I love you.

“Okay,” you said, taking his hand again. “Okay, I can do this this.” For you, I can do this.

The breeze was warm and encouraging as it pushed you into the backyard. It was Will’s house, set up for a perfect barbecue and you braced yourself.

“Catfish!” one of the men called, and you smiled, despite the sudden attention.

He ran over to you, introducing himself as Santiago, and saying it was long overdue.

“Nice to meet you,” you said as the other men made their way over. “They actually call you Catfish,” you added to one at your side, half asking half not. Frankie nodded happily and shrugged his broad shoulders, but his eyes were telling you not to ask.

“Yeah we do!” one of the newcomers said excitedly. “Benny,” he said, shaking your hand, before pointing and naming most of the people around the yard. “I’m Fish's coolest friend, for the record,” he added as he was done.

This brought indignant yells from the other guys and you laughed, eyes meeting Frankie’s. He was laughing too, and he tugged you closer to his side.

Santi’s eyes caught the movement and he smiled, despite passionately asserting that he was the coolest. It meant the world to see his best friend hold you like that, after all this time.

You were already feeling much more at ease, enough to slide away from Frankie to join the other partners as the boys energetically caught bit. You scooped his little one into your arms as she clung to her snack, using her as your buffer. The evening was going to be long, and you were happy to observe your sweet pilot from afar for a bit.

Frankie was different around these guys, you were excited to get to know this side of him. There were no parts of himself he had to hide around them – and you were thankful to find that didn’t make you even a little bit jealous. Your excitement overrode your anxiety, and you began to settle into your own skin. You floated around, picking up and putting down his daughter as she ran in between the two of you and playing. It was amazing, learning about the boys, their lives, and more importantly, who they were to Frankie and vice versa. You felt his eyes on you throughout the evening, following you as you talked and listened and ate. You made sure to check in with him, but his friends welcomed you with open arms. They were talking so freely, more often than not you found yourself caught up in conversations for much longer than you anticipated.

As the group finished eating and began to settle into lawn chairs, talking at a slower pace, his little one tucked her head into your neck. You could feel her little puffs of breath even out as the excitement of the evening finally caught up to her. You’d rarely held kids this much, so you were more than grateful to sit down, unused to the extra effort of a tiny person clinging to you.

Frankie settled by your side, pulling his chair as close as he could to his two favorite girls.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, his voice sliding under the thrum of conversation. “Are you doing okay?”

His hand warmed your shoulder, thumb rubbing gently.

“In regards to what?” You asked, crinkling your eyes so he could see your smile over his child’s curls.

He shrugged, gently moving to stroke her hair.

“You left me,” he said, almost like a question. You understood. Neither of you had planned on it – and it meant he wasn’t able to watch over you.

“I’m good, Frankie,” you said, knowing it was true. “These people… they love you. It’s not as scary as I thought it would be. I feel like I’m getting to know you all over again.”

There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quiet identify.

“In a good way, Catfish,” you said, and he grinned.

“I don’t know how I feel about you calling me that,” he said, just as Santiago plopped down next to him.

“Your fault, bud,” he said, “you brought her here – she’s part of the family now. No take backs.” He was being childish but his eyes were honest when they met yours. Frankie could feel it too.

They loved you, too.

-

“She drew a picture of you in class today.”

“What?”

You stared at your friend, knowing full well what she had said. She leafed through her stack of papers, pulling out the little crayon drawing to show you. For such a little thing, that girl was remarkable, drawing a big castle with what you could only assume were 6 helicopters and a depiction of the three of you. You all were by the moat - fishing? – and there were little yellow blobs above each of your heads.

“She told me her dad always tells her these stories,” your friend said, the air in the room growing more and more intimate by the moment.

“Wait,” you interrupted. For whatever reason, your heart was racing. You were near panicking. You held up your hand, unable to verbalize what you were afraid of.

Her eyes softened.

“I wont tell you if you don’t want me to. But honey,” she touched you gently, using that soothing teacher-voice on you. “You are doing such wonderful things. I know you weren’t prepared for all of this, but …” her eyes were firm but kind as she searched for the words that wouldn’t scare you away.

“This is one of those things that’s working because it is right. You are where you are meant to be.”

You were overwhelmed as the culmination of the last few months was manifested in front of you. You felt confronted, and had no idea what to do.

“They’ll be back from lunch in just a moment,” she offered you a way out before adding one last thing:

“When you’re ready – and you will be - ask them about it.” And you nodded.

It took you almost two full weeks to gather the courage, but you did it.

“Your teacher told me your dad likes to tell you stories,” you said over your spaghetti, trying to sound casual. Frankie paused mid-bite, eyes questioning. After all these months, of course he knew you well enough to practically read your mind.

The little girl across from you nodded before trying to push on entire meatball into her mouth. You and Frankie both scrambled but she managed it alright, much to your confusion and relief.

“Could you tell me too, please?” you tried again once all three of you were able to breath properly.

Her innocent face pondered for a moment, and then she hopped off her stool and ran into her room. You looked at her father helplessly. You weren’t good at this.

Thankfully, she made it easy on you, returning with a stack of drawings she’d done. She was apparently prepared to give you the full class.

Her adorable little voice explained that a long, long time ago, there was a prince who was not lonely, thank you very much. Because he had her, and that was all he needed. And he also had Bean, their pet unicorn. You were laughing, feeling considerably less nervous as she proudly showed you her drawings.

Frankie’s hand found yours and you held onto it, knowing he was sharing this with you in his own way.

The scars on his hand grounded you as she continued.

With plenty of adorable side trails, the story progressed, as princesses would occasionally try for the prince’s hand and he would always say no. And then she told you about how one princess came to be his best friend instead, and how she was the prettiest princess in all the land. It occurred to you that Frankie’s best friend was Santi? But then she added that the princess was so smart she probably remembered there was an “l" in the word “castle”. You weren’t sure what parts of the stories were Frankie’s, and what she had added, but still your heart was pounding as she got to the part where the prince fell in love with her.

The little one kept talking, her eyelids beginning to droop and her words becoming less and less comprehensible. Frankie let go of your hand before her head fully sunk onto the table, her little hand slowly releasing the precious papers. You watched with surprising affection as he gently coaxed her into his arms to take her to bed.

As they went through her routine, you meditated on her stories, on the weight they held.

You met Frankie as he came back into the dining area. His arms wrapped around you in an all-encompassing hug. There was relief in his shoulders as he murmured into your hair.

“I was worried you would leave,” he confessed. You knew what he meant. The indirect confession of how much he loved you loomed over you both, with the acknowledgement that you were becoming an important part of their lives. Of their family.

Like before, being close to him grounded you.

You didn’t answer – you didn’t have to. Although a small part of you wanted to run away, it wasn't the winning part.

“I love you,” He whispered to the crown of your head, and although maybe you knew already, hearing it was the final piece you need. With him – with them – you would stay.

-

You made sure the door was quiet. The warm light of his home spread mere inches before it was pushed to the ground by the heavy rain. As soon as it was closed, Frankie was scooping you up in his arms, apparently not minding your wet outer layer, planting kisses on your cheeks and forehead and nose.

“Hello, beautiful,” he whispered. He was walking backwards, guiding the two of you into his small living room.

“Hi, Frankie,” you said just as quietly, wiggling in his arms to take off your shoes and set your stuff down on the coffee table.

He sank onto the couch, hands tugging you insistently. “I missed you,” his voice rumbled.

You laughed, still half standing, trying to shake off your coat. “Frankie, I saw you this afternoon!”

He was irresistible, and you finally settled into his lap, straddling him.

It was true, but his point was clear. You had been together months and months now, and had learned you rarely got a decent amount of time for just the two of you. Now, your apartment building was being renovated, so while you could still stay in your room, regular knocks from handymen and construction noises made it impossible to spend any quality time there. Both of you thoroughly enjoyed spending time with his daughter, and you came over to eat dinner with them regularly, but the evenings often ended whenever she went to bed. His room was right next to hers, and he was prone to nervously overthinking – neither of you wanted to cause her any trauma.

But you two were well and truly in love. That’s why tonight you’d come over after she went to bed, instead, eager to have him to yourself for a little while. Francisco Morales had known for a long time that he was done for.

He couldn’t believe his luck. Of course he knew the moment that he laid eyes on you that you were beautiful, and smart and kind and special but… that someone with all that and more could love him back? That there was someone who would learn with him and about him and still adore him? This was all new. And Frankie was hungry for it, for you. He wanted to prove to you that he was worth it, show you he could give you everything you deserved, and selfishly take anything you would return.

With you on his lap as you were, all he wanted in that moment was to warm you up. He wanted to be home for you and there was nothing tonight that was stopping him.

He grabbed a blanket off the side of the couch, tossing it over you both before his hands slid inside to touch you again. The first kisses were slow and insistent, as if he was trying to make sure none of the chill remained. Your hands peeked out of the blanket to hold onto his jaw, and he relished the feeling of your fingers in his stubble.

He pulled you as close as he could, his hands not stopping their moments: broad palms leaving trails of warmth over your back, your side, your neck.

The gasp that left you when his mouth made it’s way down your neck would have been embarrassing if you hadn’t been so distracted.

Frankie heard it, and it sent white hot pride shooting through him. The way your legs righted around him and your fingers clung to him made his chest fill with triumph. He was the one you were grounding yourself to.

As his hand slid under your shirt, yours found their way down, just dipping into the waistband of his jean’s at his hips. He suppressed a groan from rumbling out of his chest when suddenly he heard a door open and tiny footsteps. Both of your eyes flew open and he didn’t even see your hands move you clamp over your mouth.

Almost comically, you began untangling yourself from him, holding your breath in. The little one entered the dark living room sleepily, shuffling to the chair farthest from you until her little hands found her stuffed animal. She clung to it, almost falling asleep standing up now that she had accomplished her task. You and Frankie were completely still, one of your hands over your mouth, the other over his. Still covered in the blanket you hovered to the side of him, one of your legs half over him.

You began to tremble, but to your immense relief she slowly turned away and almost tripped, mostly sleep walking on her way back to her bed.

Both of you were shaking with suppressed laughter, and Frankie kissed your palm. You settled back into his lap, the heated mood fully dissipated in the ridiculousness of the moment.

“What would you have said is she saw us?” you murmured, your breath warm on his neck.

He hummed, arms finding their places and holding you against him.

“The truth, I think,” his voice as quiet as yours, “that I had to rescue my princess from the rain.” He smiled as he felt you subconsciously bury your face a little deeper into him.

“Not that we’re sneaking make out sessions on the couch like teenagers?” the short hairs of his beard messed up your hair when he shook his head. He didn’t say anything for awhile, but you could almost hear him thinking.

“I wish…” Frankie felt almost nervous. “Would you, no wait... it’s just..,” you pulled back, wondering at his struggle.

He has almost never seen you so beautiful, gazing at him in the dim light. Your eyes were as trusting and vulnerable as they were that very first night. He knew then what he was struggling with now. You were his; you belonged in his arms, his home, his family.

Frankie shrugged and shook his head, and went back to kissing you.

His urgency subsided, burrowing back down. Soon, his heart whispered, but not yet.

Soon, he would talk to you about the future, outright. Soon he would explain to you how much he needed you in his life every morning and every night, and as much in between as you’d give him. Soon he would ask you to if you’d stay by his side as he raised his daughter, be her mother, and be his wife.

But for now, he was content to hold you and kiss you, and grow alongside you, separately working towards your futures. As far as Frankie was concerned, with you in his arms, you two were young, in love, and had all the time in the world.

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Outer Banks Masterlist

updated: august 27 2022

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JJ Maybank

As Long As I’ve Got You: Y/N is not happy after JJ threatens Topper with the gun he found.

I’m Right Here: Y/N comforts JJ when he has a panic attack.

Rule Breakers: Y/N and JJ enjoy the sunset together.

Just A Cold: JJ takes care of Y/N when she gets sick. 

Trust Me: JJ sees how Y/N doesn’t really like her Kook friends and decided to do something about it.

*Tension: The Pogues play Truth or Dare.

Friday Night: JJ refuses to let Y/N spend her Friday night studying.

Surprise: Y/N comes back from boarding school to surprise JJ

Starry Night: Y/N and JJ finally admit their feelings to each other.

Good Intentions: The truth about how JJ has been feeling finally comes out.

New Girl: Y/N has just moved to the Outer Banks and finds a new friend that makes her think that maybe being the new girl won’t be so bad.

Car Troubles: JJ saves the day and helps Y/N out when she has some car troubles.

My Protector: Unsurprisingly, Rafe and JJ get into it during a party.

Little Sister: No pogue-on-pogue macking has always been a rule for the friend group. Fortunately, JJ and Y/N have never been ones to follow the rules.

Smooth Move: JJ comes over to stay the night with Y/N after a rough night at home.

Grief: JJ and Y/N both have very different ways of grieving their loss.

Nightmare: After having a nightmare about something happening to you, JJ comes over to make sure you're okay.

Jailbreak: JJ plans to break John B out of prison, you're determined to help.

*I Can Handle my Alcohol: JJ has a little too much to drink and needs a little taking care of.

Shut Up: JJ and Y/N hit it off at the annual Boneyard bonfire, but Rafe has quite a few things to say about it.

Girl Like You: Y/N has feelings for a certain pogue but thinks Kie, her older sister, is the only one capable of catching JJ’s attention. 

Mayday: JJ’s ingenious plan to get Y/N and Kie to be friendly with Sarah by standing them on an abandoned boat goes south fast. (shocker)

You Think I’m Hot?: Y/N and JJ clearly feel something for each other but both are too shy to admit it. Who will crack first?

Told You So: JJ’s not surprised when Y/N’s accident prone-self ends up twisting her ankle doing something stupid. 

Eye For an Eye: When things between you and John B end bitterly, you’re surprised to find JJ of all people taking your side... and suggesting revenge. 

Midsummers: jj would never be invited to midsummers and your parents would lose their minds if they knew you were dating a pogue, but he he’s never really cared much about what other people think.

*That’s My Shirt: the plan is to have a fun day out on the boat as a group, but jj has other ideas when he sees what you’re wearing...

Good Surf: you and jj need to study for this upcoming test but he thinks there’s better ways to spend you time and is relentless

Smoke Sesh: y/n and jj have an unplanned smoke sesh in the Twinkie.

Rafe Cameron

First Kiss: Rafe finds out who your first kiss was and isn’t too thrilled about it.

*Best Friend's Brother: Y/N and Rafe had never liked each other and Y/N is less than thrilled when Rafe gets into a fight at a party and she's the one who has to help fix him up. (enemies to lovers trope)

Hungover: Y/N helps Rafe get home when he’s had a little a lot too much to drink on the golf course.

*Shut Up: JJ and Y/N hit it off at the annual Boneyard bonfire, but Rafe has quite a few things to say about it. (enemies to lovers trope)

Damage Control : Y/N helps Rafe leave his father’s party when he gets too drunk. They say drunk words are sober thoughts...

Priorities : Y/N and Rafe have been best friends ever since they could remember, but will Rafe’s addiction create a divide between them that can’t be fixed?

No-Lose Situation: With John b, your ex-situationship, bringing Sarah to a party you can’t help but feel jealous. Rafe offers you a proposition. 

Sneaking Around: Rafe is your best friends brother and the definition of off limits... but what Sarah doesn’t know can’t hurt her? Right?

Off Limits: Cornered by Kelce and Topper while making deliveries on the Figure 8, an unlikely hero comes in to save the day.

What Did You Call Her: When overhearing some guys talking about his girl, Rafe doesn’t hesitate to defend her and make sure they apologize.

Under My Skin: no one on the island manages to get under y/n’s skin like rafe can. when he comes to her work causing trouble, tension rises between the two that makes her question her feelings for the entitled kook.

John B Routledge 

The Golden Rule: Y/N and John B break the Golden Rule of pogue life.

Life As a Pogue

Girl’s Night: Y/N and Kie take a break from the boys and have a girl's night.

Series

The Other Side: JJ and Y/N clearly feel something for each other, though Pogues and Kooks are never supposed to be together. (JJ X Reader and Rafe x Reader)

the other side MASTERLIST