#oh and before this gets too long: one more for cam obviously.

[love-toxin]

OH GOD...

I saw your porn star Steve drabble, and I...

The fruity four taking your virginity, but all of them are pornstars and they're all yandere for you.

CAN YOU IMAGINE????

HEH.....HEH.......HEHEH!!!!

(cws: fruity four, modern/pornstar au, f!angelface, only the slightest inkling of possessiveness, camming, mentions of anal/pegging/dark sexual fantasies/squirting/femdom/sex toys/masturbation/virginity loss)

So. As we've established: Anal King Steve. But as for the others, they range with varying degrees of notoriety and popularity, but they're all pretty well-known nonetheless because they all associate with Steve, who is by far the most recognized.

Obviously, most of Steve's work is anal-based, although he didn't necessarily start out that way. He mostly just made use of a spicy twitter account to post his nudes and a couple videos, and before long he got contacted by an agency for some newbie scenes and ended up getting super popular. He mostly started out with just the generic stuff, but with peppering his self-directed movies with his preferred kink, his career really took off and he became very well-known in the anal category. Plenty of videos with titles like "(Insert porn actress) gets her ass stretched for the first time by King Steve", where the content is usually sweet and only on the cusp of being rough. But he's delved into the genre of painal plenty of times before, and while he's a gentle giant most of the time, he's deliriously sexy when he's being mean and holding down his chosen costar to pummel their poor ass into submitting to him.

Nancy's an acquired taste. Her femdom videos can either be sweet and very darling with all her cute clothes and girl-next-door appearance, or they can be brutal and she can exercise the full extent of her dommy mommy persona. But she's actually in one of the top earners for her category because of how big her singular donations can get--in a private camshow, she can earn up to thousands of dollars just by offering the pleasure of degrading whoever it is that's paid for her precious time. Pegging is one of her popular categories too, with both men and women happily submitting to Mistress as she turns their subby little brains into mush. Despite coming off as a top, she likes bottoming and being a little more relaxed and submissive too, she just usually keeps that for home sex so she can keep up her image online.

Robin's a very popular sub online, she has people flooding her comments with sweet, needy compliments and envy at the girls she does movies with. She cams a lot despite coming off as awkward and shy oftentimes, and it makes her some serious money especially when she does request streams, where she's completely at the mercy of her viewers. She's had to replace her donation-controlled vibrator several times now, since it's such a popular event on her livestreams that people will pool their donations on repeat just so Robin ends up cumming uncontrollably when it doesn't stop, terrorizing her poor, sensitive clit on the highest setting for all her viewers to enioy. She does a lot of squirting videos ever since she learned how to make herself do it, although she's also a fan of tribbing and facesitting too, especially when she's the one getting absolutely ruined by a pretty girl on top of her.

Eddie's pretty popular as a non-traditional pornstar. He started out doing more hardcore stuff, uncommon kinks and other stuff that tickles the fancy of those who like darker fantasies, and he stars less in actual productions and mostly relies on twitter and his OF. He does everything from knifeplay, handcuffs, and cnc to choking and heavy bondage, slasher cosplays and blood kinks and waxplay and hard domination--and then, here and there, he'll surprise his viewers with a very intimate and affectionate video with lots of kissing, hair stroking, and praise whispered into his partner's ear. He's got range. Lots of thirst traps and desperate people in his DMs, despite being so accessible he's got that aura of being some cool, unattainable man with a dick thick enough to break you. But he's such a senseless dork in real life, it's honestly such a shocking shift in personality for anyone that might only know him online.

And when the four of them individually announced their "group collaboration" with the other three, all four fanbases went wild. Four incredibly hot pornstars moving into one house together, with all the opportunity for collaborative videos one could ask for? It's a dream come true for any fan of theirs, save some of the obsessive weirdos and creeps. However, the fifth room in their new house poses a bit of a problem--it's a waste to leave it empty, but they don't have anything to really fill it, so Steve decides to post an ad for a roommate but avoids any association with his or the other's profession. Don't want some stalker or psycho moving in just to try and take advantage of any of them, so Steve just puts up the ad in a Hawkins-based forum and waits to get a response.

When you show up on their doorstep, though, fuck. He didn't think you'd be this cute in person, even though you had sent a picture to identify yourself along with some of your ID to sign for the lease. Being from out of town you'd been desperate to find a place to stay on your low budget, and you didn't mind living in a co-ed with multiple people, so you fit the main two standards. As for everything else, you seem eager to keep things clean and you offer to help out with whatever chores that need doing, as long as they're within your capability, so you're perfect in that sense. It's obviously a little awkward when Steve has to warn you about their careers, though, so you have time to back out before you sign the papers--he tries to make it as clear as possible that they're not working a prostitution ring or anything, and that they in no way expect you to participate, and that they have a schedule for filming and will run changes by you well in advance so you can avoid certain rooms or be out of the house to do something else. But you seem fine with it, and you aren't even really familiar with their accounts which is kind of a relief, so it really turns out well when you move in and start living amongst your very attractive roommates.

It's nice for a while. They're all kind to you, and you get to know each other pretty quick, but there's tension in the air. Nancy can tell you're inexperienced by the way you seem so flustered around the boys when they wander by in their underwear, and how you react to the simplest gestures of kindness or flirtation like it's the most flattered you've ever been. When Robin compliments your style and tells you how gorgeous you look before you leave the house, you look so shocked and utter a "really?" that's so sweet she makes it a point to compliment you way more often. But Eddie's the one that extracts the truth out of you, that you're a virgin, after a few drinks you two share following a late night out at the movies. He doesn't kiss you that night, but that's when he realizes he wants to.

A little while after that, after Eddie swears to shut his mouth but you feel comfortable enough to mention it in passing to the others, you decide to sate your curiosity and do a little research on your roommates and they're happy to give you a tour. They ease you in slow with Robin's account on phub, show you some of her teaser videos on twitter and her camsite, and they make it fun--they do it in the style of a movie night, getting snacks and cracking jokes as they screenshare Steve's phone to the tv as you pore over each of their portfolios. Gradually, you make your way down the list to their collaborations and the harder stuff, the mean and degrading clips that have your tummy buzzing as you sit between them on the sofa. They finally get to their group account, filled with all the stuff they've filmed in the house--some of it you've heard through the wall and touched yourself to--and you get to see them teasing each other in real life while they moan and sweat onscreen.

You get to watch Robin ride Nancy's face while she tugs on her hair, hips jumping and belly concaved as she gasps and whimpers out the sweetest dirty talk you've ever heard. They scroll over a link to phub titled "King Steve punishes Eddie the Banished with rough barebacking" with a thumbnail showing off Eddie's fucked-out face as Steve has his foot on the back of his head, eyeliner smudged and tearstreaked while his partner's cock is almost completely buried in his ass. Nancy insists on showing you a video they've filmed of her pegging Steve on his bare mattress, clearly taken just as they were moving in--that certainly hadn't stopped her from plowing him into it though, his arms wrapped tight around her as he clings to her chest and moans out pleas for her not to stop. And all the while she's teasing him, suggesting that maybe she should have the title of "anal king" after this.

You're so wet an hour into this showing that it's ridiculous. You're squirming so bad in your seat that you're practically begging one of them to touch you, no matter how quiet you are as Steve asks if you're cool and you nod a yes.

"Sorry, honey. Too much?" Eddie queries, stretching his arm out a little further from where it's draped over the couch, just barely touching your shoulders but not enough. He smiles to reassure you, about to suggest that maybe you all can switch from the porn to watching a movie instead--but then you blurt it all out, and the feelings that have been building up for months are suddenly all hanging out in the open.

"Would you take my virginity?"

They're struck silent, looking back at you with wide eyes that render you mute in seconds--you know that was such a mistake, it was too far, and you pray to god that Steve doesn't just throw you out. But you also fear the awkwardness of living out the rest of your lease with your roommate-turned-friends thinking you're a weirdo, and in some way it might be better if you just got kicked out.

Then they start exchanging looks. They start grinning. And when they finally deign to acknowledge you, the precious little virgin squished up between Eddie and Nancy on the couch they've fucked on a hundred times, you feel like you're the bunny facing the jaws of wolves upon wandering into their den. Steve reaches over Nancy's lap to rub your knee through your jeans, and his eyes flutter to a half-lidded expression of desire, before he speaks up in place of all his other romantic partners.

"We can do whatever you want, baby. Just no cameras this time--I want you all to us for this."

[loveandleases]

NFSW ask!

Who would use a toy in public? (The ro’s)

Who would do it in public?

Who doesn’t care how loud Mc is?

Oh is it that time already? Below the cut of course ~

Some of these can be found here.

❤️ Cam - Exhibitionist.kink.loading. He will go feral absolutely feral. He wouldn't use a toy on himself in public, but you better believe he would use one on MC. Obviously would do any and everything in public if MC is down as long as no one can see mc, If they can see him that's fine. Love's if MC is loud, it just makes Cam "worse".

💙 G - MC would really and I mean really have to work their charm on G to use a toy on them in public. Wouldn't do "it" in public but MC could get them to do something under the table. Would like a loud MC, in public they might cease to breathe. It's one of their kinks so it would be hard for them to control themself.

💚 Kara - 100% would. She probably already has it planned, Kara likes the idea of pleasing mc, in public or not. She doesn't mind a loud MC but Kara thinks its hotter if mc fights moaning because when Kara finally gets MC to crack and release it, she will make sure MC gets treated like the naughty little thing they are.

💛 M - Will die before that happens! Never gonna happen, never. No toys in public, no sex in public. Kissing and being touchy, thats okay. M will be flustered with a loud MC, it's not that they don't like it, it just turns them on more.

💜 Isaac - Won't let MC use them on them in public unless something to do with sensation. Mc drop a cold drop of water on their back, along those lines, trailing a finger up their back. They would do it in their car as often as MC would allow. Is fine with loud MC, would be more fine to help muffle those moans.

🖤 Ardent - He will count you as the lucky toy he will be using in public. There will be no keeping him quiet, he will be grunting far too loud for no one to hear. Just make sure no one can see. Ardent loves when Mc is loud but he thinks its hotter when he can hush them up. If you know you know.

[loveliii]

Cam I request a one-shot of Bangchan or Han jisung where it's their anniversary and y/n decides to surprise them by getting a big change to their hair and also getting dolled up and having a date at a dinner and shopping? (Obviously you don't have to do this if you don't want to) Thank youuu!!!!

P.S. I really like your work!! Have a good day/night!!

you're my person

a/n: hi anon! thank you so much for requesting! i chose to do bang chan instead of han (i felt like this fit him more). this concept is so cute! im so glad you like my writing! i hope you enjoy reading this!

pairings: Bang Chan x GN!Reader

warnings: established relationship, petnames:( babe, baby, love, more(?)), lowercase intended, there may be some spelling errors, bang chan is referred to as chan, gender is not specified, but reader uses makeup and gets their hair done. thats all i think? if there are any other lmk!

wc: 1081

the feeling of love takes you over as you look at yourself in the mirror. chan was at work, probably producing new sounds or songs or maybe learning a new choreography. meanwhile, you had gotten your hair done earlier in the day, which you absolutely loved. went out to buy some new makeup and a new dress/suit. you were so ready for tonight and were so excited. you and chan had planned all month what you guys were going to do for your anniversary, and you guys decided on going to the mall, movies, and the new restaurant downtown (which he made reservations for right away.) everything was perfect. you decided to get all dressed up and do your makeup before he got there, so when he got back you could surprise him. 

after getting your outfit on, you started doing your makeup. a bit after you started, you heard the door open. you gasped and shut the door of your bedroom.

“i’m back babe!”

“DON'T COME IN YET” you yelled. you weren’t ready for him to see you yet! you weren’t done getting ready! 

“but babyyyy! i wanna see you! and i need to get ready for our date!” 

“i know i know! i’m not ready yet though! just wait for five more minutes!”

“fine, but after that I'm coming in” he said grumbling to himself. 

you rushed back to your vanity to finish up your makeup, and about four minutes later, you were confident with what you did. you looked so good and honestly, you wish you could have taken more time to appreciate your own beauty, but a knock at the bedroom door broke you out of your trance. 

“you done babe? can i please come in now?” chan said

“yes baby, you can come in now” you say, standing up giggling a bit 

“finally, i needed my welcome back kisses” he said, opening the door. 

he looked up at you and was speechless. you looked stunning. 

“oh my” he said, making you a bit upset, did he not like it? was it the hair? the outfit? maybe you put on too much makeup?

“what? do i look bad?” you ask, looking at yourself in the vanity mirror. 

“what? oh my gosh, no way babe! you look so good! i am just so blown away by how good you look! the new hair?! the outfit?! my gosh you are so beautiful. how did i end up with a beauty like you?” he said, tearing up a bit

“i love you so so much baby, i cant believe it’s been a year. best year of my life. gosh, i cant wait for tonight. gonna have the best time with you.” chan said while hugging you, making you tear up a bit. he always knew what to say. you blinked back your happy tears and pulled back from the hug, cupping his face. 

“i love you too, chan. i love you so so so much, i don’t even know where i would be without you. you are the best person and boyfriend i could have asked for. you’re my person.” you say, pulling him back in for a hug. you guys stay like that for a bit, hearing a bit of sniffling from him. after a minute or so, he pulls back, wiping his lash line with the back of his hand. 

“okay okay, i’m gonna go get a shower and get ready. i won’t take too long.” chan said

“okay, i’ll wait for you.” 

after about 15 minutes, chan comes out of the bathroom and walks into your shared closet. after about 10 minutes, he comes out and sits down at your vanity to blow dry his hair. you get up and take the hair dryer from him and start to do it. both of you not saying a word, and not feeling the need to either. just basking in each others presence. after his hair was dry, you brush it out a bit and when you set the brush down, he looks up at you and you lean down to kiss him, careful not to mess up your lip gloss. 

you grab your bag, both of you guys emergency change of shoes and clothes because you can never be too safe, and he takes you to his car and he drives you both to the mall for some shopping before you guys go to the movies and to go eat dinner. 

you guys bought a few more clothes and shoes before you left with bags in your hands, leaving the mall to go to the movies. when you guys arrived, everything went smoothly. chan had already bought the tickets, so all you had to do was get them scanned and you guys went to the theater where the movie would be playing. you guys decided to not get any snacks, as to save room for the dinner you guys would be having after the movie was over. 

when the movie finished, you were so ready to eat and have a good time with your boyfriend. as he drove to the restaurant, you intertwined your fingers with his, making him blush a bit. you giggled and squeezed his hand. when you both arrived at the restaurant, you both got out of the car and you walked up to him and held his hand again before looking up at him and kissing him on the cheek. he looked at you with so much love in his eyes and kept eye contact with you before leaning down to kiss your forehead. after the loving moment, you both walked inside. 

the date was amazing. amazing service, amazing food, and an amazing boyfriends to share the experience with. you had the best time with chan, telling jokes and talking about work and stray kids next comeback. a hint of sadness hit you when the waitress came and asked if you and chan were ready for the bill, which he accepted and paid for everything (which you let him because he basically begged you to let him pay before you guys arrived at the restaurant.) 

“thank you for being with me, and thank you for an amazing anniversary, chan.” you said lovingly. 

“of course, and thank you for being mine, love.” chan said

as the night ended and chan took both of you home, you start falling asleep in the car. you couldn’t have asked for a better night, or a better boyfriend.

requests are open!!

[pinkcalamity]

Hall of Shame blooper - a quick observation

Coming 2 years late (3 if you count that they probably recorded it in 2020) here I am to talk about some things I observed during the kiss. The first time I saw it I was surprised, even scared because after all the puns about blowjobs, a kiss was definitely not to be expected. I was completely embaressed when I watched it and even after watching it a few more times I still feel a little embarassed. But anyway, let's get to the points:

"Come over here with that sweet lover mouth" this phrase, oh this phrase sounds a lot like a pick up line, the slight and quick look at the lips and back to his face while speaking kills me and then the slutty smile from ear to ear (rascal!! 😂😂😂😂)

Cam understood right away what he wanted but his smile was much more discreet and went in fot the kiss without even thinking twice

The way Cam holds Noel's face is EXACTLY THE SAME way Ian holds Mickey's face when he goes to kiss him, this just gives me chills

In addition to holding Noel's face, gently pull it forward to kiss

The way Cam caresses Noel's face during the kiss is so soft, so tender - maybe I'm emotional but - I dare to say that Noel melted during the kiss and well couldn't stop smilling too

The noise their mouths make when the kiss ends, chills

For a millosecond (you blinked, lost it) Cam arranges his fingers on Noel's neck just before kissing him again

The second kiss is, I can't say exactly, there's something about it that I can't explain, couldn't find the right word but it's there and - maybe I'm emotional again - I think this kiss was a little (very little) deeper than the first; obviously the caress and the smile continue during this kiss

Is the noise when this second kiss ends more intense? (Maybe because this kiss was a little deeper?) I think that's the word for now but I think you understand what I meant

Noel's hands rests very gently on Cam's arm when the kiss ends, I think it's a way of returning the affection, the tenderness

They only open their eyes when the kisses end, simply incredible

The way Noel looks at Cam after the kiss ends is that he simply gave himself completely (and maybe, just maybe deep down, he wanted more)

Cam's voice when he looks at the camera after the kiss is ... softer, let's say

Never ending Noel's smile

I could be very wrong, it could very well be my mind playing tricks on me, things in my head BUT I think if they could they would have given at least one more kiss, at least one more

The fact that these kisses were not part of the script makes this much more impactful, special and the main reason why it left me completely surprised when I watched it

It wasn't Gallavich kiss, it was Cam's and Noel's kiss, jesus THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE!!

And that's all, I know it's been a long time but I just needed to share it somewhere.

[holeymoleymeohmy-blog]

Kuroo doesn’t consider himself old, he’s not even thirty yet, but he’s OLD old when it comes to technology. He likes to blame his ineptitude on a combination of him being raised by his grandparents and relying on Kenma to help him out when necessary.

His best friend had only just introduced him to TikTok, and for once this is a social media Kuroo can get behind. He quickly makes the JVL an account and makes content out of volleyball clips to fitting music. He’s having a blast, even if Kenma says he’s about a year late in all his music choices.

Eventually he makes his own personal account, and immediately starts posting videos of Kenma with the most ridiculous filters on him, Being that Kenma is so popular, and obviously would never post such content himself, his personal account becomes a hit.

People in the comments keep asking him to prank his best friend, but honestly Kuroo isn’t a fan of a majority of the “pranks” he sees online. They all seem too mean spirited, and he cares about his friend too much to pull a stunt that would hurt his feelings just for the views.

He’s lamenting about the non-stop requests to Bokuto who comes up with a solution.

“Why not just pull a nice prank? Like, leave little messages or something around the house and see if you can catch his reaction?”

It really is a great idea, and Kuroo is quick to set it up.

The first note does not go over well. Kenma found the note and actually called him. Not texted, CALLED him.

“What is this?”

“What is what?”

“This note you left me, what is this?”

“I figured my best friend just needed a reminder of how great he is!”

“Hmm. Suspicious.”

“It’s not suspicious!”

“It is.”

“Not!”

“Hmm. I’m hanging up now.”

The second note was met again with some resistance, but less suspicion. Kuroo gets a text at work.

‘Why are you leaving notes? You could just text me this.’

‘More fun for us both!’

The third note Kenma doesn’t acknowledge receiving, but when Kuroo asks him about it, Kenma blushes a bit and says that he read it. Huh.

The fourth note has Kenma blushing when he sees him next. BLUSHING! He’d only ever seen Kenma that red when he got sunburnt at the beach when they went to Okinawa a few years ago.

He decides it may be time to pull the nanny cam for footage on the reactions, if they’re good, he’ll have Fukunaga help him edit it down to a quick video for TikTok.

He watches the video, and predictably Kenma’s face gets all scrunched up in disgust and disbelief at the first note. It’s cute, definitely one of his favorite reactions. He can hear Kenma grumble ‘the fuck’ to himself before he’s pulling out his phone to call Kuroo.

The second note is met with less visible disgust, but more unintelligible mumbling. Again he takes out his phone to message Kuroo. He can see Kenma roll his eyes at the response and pocket the little note as he walks out of frame.

The third note has Kenma yelling out ‘Oh, come on!’ before he pulls out his phone to call someone. Strange, because he doesn’t remember Kenma trying to call him after this note. He doesn’t have to wonder who he’s calling because Kenma greets the person with a loud, ‘He’s driving me crazy Shohei’ before once again walking out of frame.

Huh. Were the notes that bad? He thought Kenma was enjoying them. Kuroo skips forward to the last note.

The fourth and final note was his sweetest one by a long shot, and this one is met with a blush and a groan from Kenma.

‘Ugh, when is he just going to ask me out already? Why did I have to fall in love with a sweet idiot.’

Ah. Well, this idea is now useless for his TikTok channel. One more note, he decides, one more note and no more hidden cameras.

The last note he doesn’t leave in his usual spot on the counter, instead when he lets himself in around noon, he leaves it on Kenma’s phone. He waits for his friend to wake up in his kitchen with a freshly made apple pie in the oven.

When Kenma eventually wakes up, he comes to the kitchen holding up the note.

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok then.”

Kenma grabs a fork and shoves a big bite of pie into his mouth.

“I didn’t brush my teeth,” he says around his mouthfull.

“Ok?”

With a final swallow, Kenma slams down his fork and pulls Kuroo down into a kiss.

It’s sweet.

When they pull away Kenma goes back for another bite, and Kuroo can’t help but smile.

“Is that a yes then?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not going to say it out loud?”

“Not like you did either.”

Kuroo chuckles, ��Fine. You wanna be my boyfriend?”

“Yup, sounds good to me.” Kenma scoops up his plate and heads back to his room. He looks back over at Kuroo, “Well come on, I’m still sleepy and as my new boyfriend it’s your job to cuddle me.”

“Ah, what a rough job I’ve landed, but no pie in the bed.”

“No, this pie is coming to bed.”

“You can’t eat pie in the bed! Think of the crumbs!’

“I’m going to eat it all, there won’t be any!”

“This is how you get ants, Kenma. Do you want ants in your bed?”

“We’re not going to get ants in the bed.”

“We will!”

“Will not.”

“I can’t believe our first argument as a couple is over ants in the bed.”

“Mmm. It’s nice.”

“Yeah, it is.”

[isaaccadrian]

Saucy Neckline Onlyfans Creator Shen Yuan

My friend just showed me a video about an onlyfans for saucy victorian ankle pics and it got me thinking about Shen Yuan starting an onlyfans page for saucy neck pics where he wears pretty, elegant hanfu that highlight his neckline.

All to prove to Airplane Bro that neck fetish is NOT an actual thing in Ancient China. He is doing this IRONICALLY while spending bank on expensive hanfu and camera equipment that display his neck beautifully. He posts them on onlyfans, expecting like zero views.

Only to wake up the next day and sees that actual people have donated to his onlyfans page and are asking to see more. Some of them are history buffs who get the irony and just wanna continue the joke but some of them are actually thirsty for Shen Yuan's neck pics.

here's this one person who has actually donated a whole whopping 1000 Yuan on just one pic of Shen Yuan's neck decorated with a gold and pearl choker (it's actually women's jewelry but hey, beauty had no gender). The fan goes by the name Junshang and begs for more pics.

They write a whole exposition with paragraphs praising the artistry of the pic and the tasteful choice in costume that does his pretty neck justice. It should come off as creepy because it's so fucking long and detailed but Shen Yuan is actually kind of flattered?

What started as an internet joke to get back at Airplane bro slowly starts to become a weekly thing Shen Yuan does. Junshang becomes his biggest fan, always leaving effusive comments about the beauty of Shen Yuan's choice in hanfu and scenery in his photos.

And without fail, Junshang always attaches a frankly obscene donation to each and every one of his pics. Shen Yuan starts to wonder who his generous mystery donator is. Is he some random old guy with a neck fetish? Is he some rich preteen heiress with too much time on her hands?

Shen Yuan begins to take requests for clothing and scenery choices from top donators and obviously, Junshang always wins that right, even if they have to donate stupid amounts of money to beat out his other fans.

Shen Yuan gets nervous that Junshang will choose something slutty or revealing but his fan always seems to choose something tasteful and elegant that Shen Yuan would have actually chosen for himself. Some fans have actually been hinting at him to do a live cam Q&A.

They want to know their internet troll with the most desirable neckline on the web. Shen Yuan fiddles with the idea and decides that he'll just trial run for now (since he's super shy IRL and can't handle too many people's attention) and just do a 1-on-1 live show.

He decides to auction off his first live show and obviously, Junshang wins by a long margin. Shen Yuan feels a funny feeling in his chest when he sees that Junshang has won his first live show.

He spends hours flipping through all his outfits to choose the one he thinks Junshang will like the most. He finally settles on a black and red number that he knows Junshang adores by the ginormous donation they sent after he posted that pic up.

As the time draws nearer, Shen Yuan gets more and more nervous. His biggest fan has the option of leaving their camera off (because Shen Yuan respects his fan anonymity) but he hopes Junshang turns on their camera so he can finally have a face to the person who writes him such sweet comments. And right on time, the screen lights up and displays the most handsome man Shen Yuan has ever seen. For a second, Shen Yuan is tongue tied. This is his mysterious benefactor? This hot piece of ass?

Holy shit, this is not the type of person Shen Yuan imagined would need to pay stupid amounts of money for his neck pics.

Shaking himself out of it, Shen Yuan smiles and hesitantly asks, "Junshang?"

The man smiles and oh my god, he has dimples.

"Hello, Shen Yuan."

Shen Yuan snaps out of his daze and quickly replies, “H-Hi!”

To his surprise, the man turns shy and looks down bashfully before sneaking a peek up at him like a blushing maiden.

“You’re so much more beautiful in real life, Shen Yuan.”

Oh my God, Shen Yuan can feel the tips of his ears burn. How can a guy that hot be dropping lines like that without killing anyone?

“I-It’s nice to finally put a face to my biggest supporter!” Shen Yuan says.

“Nice to meet you, Junshang!”

“Binghe.”

“What?”

“My name,” the man smiles that cute dimpled smile. “My name is Luo Binghe.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Binghe,” Shen Yuan smiles back helplessly. “So… what questions do you have for me?”

They spend the next hour chatting tirelessly about Shen Yuan’s internet troll onlyfans page (Binghe laughs while Shen Yuan chuckles and defends himself “It seemed like a good idea at the time!”) and about Luo Binghe’s life.

Shen Yuan finds out the Binghe is younger than him (“I should be calling you Yuan Ge!”), loves cooking, and that he’s a university student who stumbled upon his web page in a fit a boredom over studying for his exams.

The hour goes by so quickly that Shen Yuan startles when the timer he set up goes off. He had so much fun talking with Luo Binghe and he is actually a little disappointed that the time is over. Taking a peek at the screen, he notices that Binghe seems to think the same.

“I had a really fun time talking with you, Yuan Ge,” Binghe says. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity to meet with you.”

“You too, Binghe,” Shen Yuan replies and finds that he actually means that sincerely.

No one moves to turn off their screen and Shen Yuan hesitantly chews on his own lip, the wheels in his brain turning. This goes against every online meeting rule he’s every known but fuck it.

“Hey, Binghe?” Shen Yuan hesitantly asks. “What city are you located in?”

The man visibly perks up at the question and eagerly tells him. To both of their delight, they actually live in the same city and neighborhood. Binghe is the one who shyly brings up if he would be open to possibly meeting in real life.

“B-But only if Yuan Ge wants to!” Binghe is quick to add, turning bright red, “I completely understand if Yuan Ge doesn’t want to!”

“Of course I want to!” Shen Yuan giggles at the man’s blushing appearance, “We can continue that talk about ideas for my next shoot, if you’re open to it? You had some really great ideas!”

“S-Shen Ge likes my ideas?” Binghe asks wondrously.

“How about coffee at the local café?” Shen Yuan suggests.

The day of the meeting, Shen Yuan is nervous. He’s dressed in ordinary modern day clothes and he knows that he looks so very plain and boring in them. He’s afraid of disappointing his biggest fan and literally the hottest man on Earth.

When he sees Binghe waiting at the café already 15 minutes early, he nearly has to do a double take. Binghe is even more handsome in real life, tall and built like one of those ancient xianxia heroes from those dramas his sister watches.

The entire café seems just as enthralled as Shen Yuan with the man, all the girls sneaking glances at him and whispering to each other. Binghe just seems to look bored and distant but the moment he sees Shen Yuan, his entire face lights up.

“Yuan Ge!” he waves his hand like an overeager puppy. “I saved us a seat!”

“Binghe,” Shen Yuan smiles, all doubts about his own appearance wiped from his mind. “I hope I’m not too late!”

“Yuan Ge is not late at all,” Binghe insists, “I was just too excited and came early.”

They spend an entire afternoon talking again about everything under the sun. Throughout the duration of the conversation, Shen Yuan realizes that he’s starting to actually like his troll onlyfans account. It’s fun and it brought him Binghe.

The afternoon bleeds into the evening and Shen Yuan suggests a local restaurant nearby. Dinner becomes dessert becomes drinks, and before long, it’s late at night and Shen Yuan doesn’t want to leave Binghe.

Binghe offers to drive him home since the local transportation has stopped running which Shen Yuan accepts. The ride is silent but nice in the way that it allows Shen Yuan to percolate his thoughts.

“We’re here, Yuan Ge,” Binghe says as they roll up to his apartment.

“Would you…” Shen Yuan starts then stops again, “Would you maybe want to join in on some of my photos?”

He can see the moment Binghe finally registers his words, face growing so bright it’s like staring into the sun. “I would love nothing more!”

They become one of the highest grossing onlyfans account on the site as supporters become increasingly intrigued by the new addition to their favorite neckline troll’s photos. The speculation runs wild that these two are together.

Shen Yuan smiles at all the comments on his account and neither confirms nor denies these suspicions.

But later he runs another Q and A session, the one free to his fan base and Binghe joins in on the video, sitting side by side with his Yuan Ge while holding his hand and staring amorously at him as he answers the fan’s questions. As the livestream draws to a close, Binghe brings up their joined hands and presses a gentle kiss on Shen Yuan’s knuckles. The Onlyfans site goes down from the influx of traffic.

[whoreadsnowadays]

My interest has piqued 👁👁

Okay folks! Listen up!!!!!! Under the cut cuz there's a lot apologies in advance!

So, Cameron was an energetic kid, he's sweet and nice, and he lives with his huge family in a very rural area. He's the epitome of a muddy country kid. Except yknow he spends extra time at the junkyard picking up scraps to build with. He's on the robotics team, and he could build you almost anything out of scraps. He's a prodigy. So when he gets a chance to go to high school at a prestigious school in New York, obviously he's so so excited. He has to wear a stuffy uniform but that's fine! This is his chance at a real future for himself! And his family is all so proud of him! They wave him off happily as he moves up to new york, with financial aid from the school.

So he starts freshman year at Prestige Tech, one of the best technical schools in the country. And that's when things go wrong. The school is assigning him project after projects, he's up all hours of the night coding, welding, wiring, anything he can do. And when he's not working he's in class, fighting off sleep as he's assigned two more projects. He's being worked to the bone, without any time to care for himself. And yet the school still expects him to keep up appearances and look presentable, so eventually he just gives up on even changing out of his uniform, and he doesn't have any free time to socialize or make friends or anything. He's comepletely and utterly alone.

This continues for a year, before he turns in a very special robot for his final project in one of his classes. The robot can do almost anything asked of it, the only thing it lacks is a personal touch, which of course would be Cam's downfall. After having his final project turned in, Cam is granted a small respite, and he takes the opportunity to watch TV. And what does he see on the news, but the principle at his school, holding his robot in his arms, and talking as if it was his own design. And Cam stands in disbelief, grabbing the robots blueprints from his bag and looking between the two. A perfect match.

And Cam fucking snaps. Oh? Oh they want to work me to the bone, rid me of my sleep and my time and my sanity just to parade my hard work off as their own. Fine. *Fine.* and so Cam ditches school for the next two weeks, spending all that time using his unbridled rage to build his mech suit from the ground up. And when it's finally time, he breaks into the building, checking for any late night stragglers, and going so far as to set the principle's office ablaze. He's gone before anyone can spot him, and if the rest of the building is singed that's not his problem anymore is it. And still riding on the coattails of his revenge, he buzzes his mohawk out of his previously long hair. (Seen below)

And so after that experience, Cam's previous excitement and wonder about the city has been comepletely snuffed. He's now sullen and pessimistic, and overall miserable. And, dejected and pathetic, he enrolls to April's school. And because of his lack of social contact for a year, plus his overall assholeish demeanor, he makes 0 friends. And bc of how proud his family was of him, he's too ashamed to tell them the truth when they call, so his family still thinks he's being a little genius at the school.

And after his revenge, he isn't sure what to do with his suit, so, out of pure spite and resentment, he starts doing criminal work, theiving and such, for fun. And that's how he meets Donnie and the turtles.

Artwork by Me <3 and obv credit to @morilicious for going back and forth on a lot of this stuff ^v^

[meant-to-be-a-hero]

Season Four, Chapter Four: Dear Billy

This is the only Eddie-less episode of the season so that means you're all spared me worrying about him for an hour and a half.

Actually, is El missing from this one too? I know she's in the next one.

I love that Steve's first instinct in any form of danger is to grab a long object to whack people with.

"Stay here." "Okay." *follows him anyway* Comedic gold.

That fucking clock noise is perfectly chosen. It's the right amount of creepy without sounding entirely unnatural.

Erica's got her priorities straight as always.

Another beautiful Steve outfit. *chef's kiss*

All the pieces for the Vecna/Henry reveal are there very early on, it's all quite clever.

You know things are desperate if you're calling Argyle for help.

Max's letters are going to come back to hurt my feelings in Season 5, aren't they?

Welcome to Arkham Asylu-no, wait, wrong universe.

Robin's motormouth to the rescue as usual.

Oh god, Yuri. The one character this season to genuinely get on my nerves. I even like Jason more than this idiot.

Good thing someone left their keys in that jetski. Landski?

This whole Pennhurst sequence hits all the right tension points. Even having seen it before, I'm worried for Robin and Nancy.

Hello Freddy.

Is that the first time we hear Robin's last name out loud? I think it might be.

Mike is SO fucking oblivious, I swear. I know he has no reason to think Will's gay, but still, the way Will looks at him? Breaks my heart.

Who ordered bullets on their pizza?

Secret agent man does pretty well all things considered, he was super out numbered and nearly took out everyone before he got got.

I bet Hopper's feet are freezing.

I spy Elvira on the wall.

I KNEW I didn't like Yuri. I forgot he ratted everyone out, piece of shit.

It had to be spiders, didn't it?

Henry is suspiciously out of frame or obscured in the first flashbacks here, now that you know to look for him.

Vecna's meant to be like early 30s by the time he gets chucked into the Upside Down, right? The timeline sort of works, the original Creel murders were 1959, and the series started in 1983, so that's 24 years. If Henry was 10 or so in '59, I cam buy it. It's just that JCB looks so young for his age I guess.

Max's guilt over not trying to save Billy is what gets her to volunteer to distract Vecna later on.

I wish Max and Billy had had a chance to interact in Season 3 before he got Flayed, just to see how their relationship had changed since she confronted him at the end of Season 2.

Robin cracking the Vecna code again. She's so good. And she thought to kick her stupid shoes off too.

Oh so did Nancy. She's down two pairs then.

Getting Dacre back, even if just for that little bit, was a nice touch.

There's that fucking clock.

Again, all the pieces are here to work it out - that's very obviously the Creel House if you look close enough, like the front door and the staircase.

As fucking awesome as the Master Of Puppets scene is later in the season, this Kate Bush bit might be the best scene overall. I thought the music was louder though. Maybe that's for the reprise when they're fighting Vecna in Episode 9.

[arc-misadventures]

What Are Those?! II

After the ear rupturing joyous scream of one, Nora, Valkyrie, the members of Team RWBY cam running to see the state if their friend, one half to see what all the excitement was, the other to remind them that they were in a library and that should kindly shut up.

Weiss: What are you screaming about?! This is the library: Be quiet!

Ruby: Is something wrong, you guys look like you’ve just seen a ghost?

Yang: And, Nora looks like she just won a years supply of free pancakes.

Nora: Oh, that would be heavenly… But, no! This isn’t as great as that, but its still awesome!

Yang: Mind telling us what it is?

Blake: Without screaming, please?

Nora: Sorry. Its that this is just so cool! Show ‘em, Jaune, show ‘em!

Jaune: Must I…?

Pyrrha: It’s best if you tell, Nora, or else she’ll tell them and then blow everything out of proportion…

Jaune: Damn, that is a good reason…

Yang: Oh? Vomit Boy’s got something to show us? This should be good.

Weiss: Hmph! I doubt anything, Arc has to show us will be that good…

Ruby: Oh! What is it! What is it!

Jaune: This is going to be a long day… Okay, watch closely…

Jaune opened his jaw wide, the quartet of girls leaned back in perpetration for something disgusting to happen, only to jump back in shock as several, large fangs came into view. Jaune held his mouth open for a moment before he closed his mouth, rubbing his sore jaw as he did so.

Jaune: Ow… I haven’t held my jaw open that wide for a while…

Yang: J-Jaune…?! Are you a faunas?!

Jaune: Yes, yes I am.

Weiss: Some sort of a snake faunas?!

Nora: Nope! Not even close! Come on, show them the thing!

Yang: The thing? There’s more?!

Jaune: Yeah… Just, watch out…

Weiss: Watch out?

Jaune puckered his lips before he blew out a quick jet of blue flames towards the group causing them to all jump back in shock.

Jaune: Tuh-duh…

They all stared at him in awe, and fear until, Ruby broke the silence with a squeal of joy.

Ruby: Oh my gods! You’re a dragon faunas! That’s awesome!

Nora: I know right!

Weiss: W-What?! I thought you were human?

Yang: Wow Weiss, way to judge someone on their appearance.

Weiss: Shut up! You were thinking it too!

Yang: But, I didn’t say it!

Weiss: Doesn’t make it better!

Ruby: Can you do anything else; like fly, bathe in lava, crush metal between your teeth!

Nora: Do you have a hoard of gold stashed away?!

Jaune: I get motion sick, when I fly in an airship, do you think I would get that if I could fly?

Nora: Quit avoiding the question!

Jaune: I’m not… whatever… No I can’t fly. I am fire proof, and no, we’re not going to see if I am, ‘lava proof!’ And no, as much as I would love to have one, I don’t have a hoard of gold stashed away.

RN: Naww…

Jaune: I can crush metal with my teeth, however. I don’t like doing it, the taste is horrible.

Pyrrha: Really, how come I’ve never seen you do that?

Jaune: Why would I?

Ren: Fair point.

Jaune: I have better than average hearing and sense of smell and taste.

Yang: Do you have night vision too?

Jaune: Yes…?

Weiss: What do you mean, yes? If you did you would known the answer to, Professor Oobalecks question about faunas having night vision?

Jaune: I didn’t know it was a Faunas thing! I just thought I had good eye sight is all.

Yang: I guess that makes sense…

Pyrrha: So, Jaune… what kind of faunas are you…?

Nora: That’s a silly question, he’s obviously a Dragon faunas!

Jaune: No, I’m not!

Weiss: If you’re not, then what are you?

Jaune: I… I don’t know…?

Ruby: So you are a dragon!

Jaune: No, that’s impossible!

Yang: What makes you say that, how many animals you know that breath fire?

Jaune: Uhh… none… B-But it’s impossible to be a dragon or something? All faunas are based off of a real, animal, bug, or fish. Dragons are just creatures from fantasy stories.

Ruby: Then why are you a dragon, Jaune?

Jaune: You guys are… Blake, help me out here! Blake…?

Whilst the rest of Team RWBY had accepted the fact that they’re friend was not only a faunas, but despite is arguments to the contrary, was some sort of Dragon faunas. Blake on the other hand had been stuck in a wild eyed state of petrified shock. Yang, had to literally nudge Blake with her elbow to break her out of her stupor.

Blake: Wait, what?!

Yang: You okay, Blake?

Blake: I what the fuck…?!

Jaune: Is the fact I’m a faunas that much of a shock to you, Blake?

Blake: Yes, no?! What…?

Ruby: I think you broke her…?

Yang: Oi, Blakey? Earth to Blakey?!

Blake: W-What?!

Yang: You okay, you’ve spaced out ever since we learned, Jaune is a Dragon.

Jaune: I’m not a dragon!

Nora: Shut up, and accept the fact that you are!

Jaune: Haaa…

Blake: E-Excuse me! I-I need to make a call?!

Blake soon darted out of the building like her life depended on it. While the rest couldn’t help but watch in surprise.

Jaune: Well, that felt ominous…

Weiss: A phone call, really?

Jaune: Well, to me it did…

~~~

Blake nervously tapped her foot as she waited for the Bullhead to reach Vale. She desperitly needed to reach the telecommunication tower, it was the only place she could place such an important call from. As soon as the Bullhead touched down she made a beeline for the tower, as soon as she got there she made her way to a terminal, where she quickly punched in a number she should have called ages ago. She nervously tapped her fingers against the desk as she waited for the call to go through. She nervously tapped against the desk until an all too familiar voice spoke.

Kali: Belladonna residence, Kali… Blake…?

Blake: H-Hi, Mom…

Kali: Oh, my baby girl! I… I… Ghira! Ghira, come quick, it’s Blake! Blake’s on the line!

Blake: Mom, nows not the time for a family reunion…

Kali: What?! I haven’t heard, much seen you in years! If not now, then when is it time for a family reunion?!

Blake: No, its… I’m at Beacon, I’m training to be a Huntress, and…!

Kali: Oh?! A Huntress! So you’re out if the Fang, good! I didn’t like it when you were following that bastard…?!

Blake: Mom, stop interrupting me and listen! There’s a Dragon Faunas at Beacon, a real Dragon Faunas at Beacon!

Kali: …

Kali: Bullshit…

[blindingdutchy]

share | t.holland

{pornstar!tom x pornstar!reader}

summary: you don't like to share, but Tom's going to show you what happens to stingy girls on the playground.

word count: 10,663

warnings: i consider this a part two to switch. smut, little bit of angst, fluffy ending. language. explicit warnings under divide.

18+!!! minors stay away!

warnings: mean dom!tom, slight dom!fem oc, voyeurism, mff threesome, degradation, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), orgasm denial, touch denial, slight bondage (hands tied only), jealous reader + arrogant tom, some daddy + sir kink

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There was a familiar ache in your core as you made your way into work that day. It was a sensation that shouldn't have embarrassed you anymore considering it was in your line of work to take a beating of the sexual sort, but your blood bubbled with fluttery shame anyways because you knew it was definitely not from any job you'd done. The handprints that lingered on your skin were Tom's, as was the throbbing between your legs.

Your coworkers had grown accustomed to the funny way you'd been walking; after all, it had been months of you turning up to the studio just like this. Aching all over, exhausted, and all flustered smiles as every little jolt of pain in your body reminded you of him. Tom really knew how to keep a woman coming back for more, to say the least.

Despite the tender way you were forced to move around, you were excited to get into work that day. You'd been working on a new project behind the scenes for almost a month already, and today you were finally meeting with your favorite director and photographer to start the ball rolling. This was what you'd been fantasizing about doing ever since you'd been brought into the agency--straying away from your dominatrix persona and onto a more personal, enjoyable path.

Priscilla was already waiting for you in the conference room, bursting with energy as she always was and chatting the ears off of Archie. The two of them were sliding a few of your scribbled mock-ups around, along with more than a few stills of your naked body, and nestled so deeply into a conversation that they didn't notice the click of the door as it shut behind you. Even clearing your throat couldn't break their concentration.

"Starting without me?" you questioned, loudly, and finally caught the glimmering eyes of Priscilla.

Priscilla was practically buzzing with excitement as she grinned at you, clapping her hands once before waving you over, "(Y/N), perfect timing! So, Archie and I were thinking about your ideas for doing a cam-girl style video--"

She chattered on and on, only pausing every so often to take a heaving breathe before continuing. The more she said, the more you realized just how much work the two of them had done without you--Priscilla was already pitching set designs and potential scenarios for each video, and Archie was doing his best to help you visualize the filmography he had in mind. It was pretty hard to keep up, but you had to admit seeing their passion for the project only spurred your own to burn a little brighter.

The project was something you'd been dreaming of for awhile. A solo series of videos in the iconic style of a cam-girl; just you, your camera, and whatever you felt like putting out there for the world to see. For so long you'd been afraid to even pitch the idea out of fear of being denied funding, and rightfully so.

You'd had to fight tooth and nail to gain the backing of the agency. It had been a month of pitching idea after idea, crunching numbers and screening all the statistics of solo work so that you could propose a target profit for the company. In the end, you'd gotten the green light--but there was a lot riding on this first video.

If you failed to meet the target you'd set for yourself, the agency would pull the plug on the project and you'd be right back to the leather outfits and whining men. The thought of it urged you to outperform all the standards you'd set for yourself. You were peddle to the metal, full throttle ahead, and Priscilla and Archie's sounding board of ideas were exactly the encouragement you needed.

Archie fiddled with some settings on his camera, instructing you on a few head shots until he was satisfied. "That's it!" he cheered, "You like it? Obviously we'll work on better lighting for the videos, and there'll be editing--but I think this suits you."

Peering over his shoulder, your heart soared at the work of your favorite camera man. "Oh, Archie! That's perfect... If you'd just shown me that I'd definitely think it was the real deal." you gasped, and he grinned at you cheerfully. "How about a lunch break before we get back to work?"

The two of them muttered some hushed agreements, nodding absentmindedly as Priscilla looked over the photos and they returned to the scatter of papers and film on the table. "Yeah, yeah, you go ahead, honey." Priscilla cooed, waving a hand over her shoulder carelessly before tilting her head and squinting her eyes at one of your drawings. "Oh, what do you think about--no, that won't do... but maybe?"

With a hushed chuckle, you shook your head at the two of them and backed out of the room quietly. It almost seemed as if they were more excited than you were, but your stomach was rumbling and you needed something to eat before you started chewing on paper like a goat. Only, along the way toward the exit you paused outside one of the studios at the sound of Tom's voice.

Peeking inside, you smiled at the sight of his mop of curls bobbing--the smile faded to a grimace as you realized he was in no position to talk at the moment. You trailed a little further into the room and shot a tentative smile to one of the crew members who nodded to you, no longer surprised by your presence. Many times before you'd sat in on Tom's filming days, as he had done yours, but never before had you seen him at work with his most frequent costar.

Her name was Melaina, a startlingly attractive woman with what you were fairly certain was the world's most perfect face, and she was the star of most of Tom's work. You had nothing against her, having run into her quite a few times at work and never being anything short of pleased with her sweet and charismatic aura, but man was it hard not to feel inferior as you watched the two of them in action. It was as if they knew what the other would do before they even moved, connected on some spiritual level that boosted their chemistry to an astronomical level.

Tom's body was glistening with sweat and oil, his eyes dark and hooded with lust as he towered over her. The muscles in his back, chest, and arms all rippled with every move he made and caught the light just right, and you found yourself shifting on your feet subconsciously as you watched. Your hands twitched with the desire to push that one stubborn curl out of his face as it slid across his forehead, heavy and sodden with sweat.

Melaina gave a breathy moan that had you swallowing down a lump in your throat, her hands raking down Tom's chest only for him to swat them away and pin them to the bed above her head, "No touching!" he snapped, voice booming through the cavernous room, and you nearly groaned in sync with his counterpart. Too many times he'd growled those words to you, just like that, and the heat between your legs throbbed at the memory.

"Please, daddy," Melaina wailed, "I wanna cum!"

For a moment you rolled the name around your tongue, pursing your lips as you pondered what it would feel like to call Tom such a thing. It didn't feel right though; a sour taste compared to the deliciously sweet way sir rolled from your lips. His low, devilish chuckle brought you back to the present as you focused on the scene before you.

With a long, drawn out roll of his hips, Tom leaned down to Melaina's ear and spoke, "Bad girls don't get to come, darling."

Oh, fuck.

Hearing that name, that one little word, spill forth from his lips in reference to someone other than yourself ignited a certain flame within you that you hadn't felt in quite some time. It was green; everything tinged green in your vision like the sickening tone of the clouds before a treacherous storm. Jealousy wasn't something you wore often, but hearing that was enough to sit the crown of envy heavily upon your head.

Almost as if he could sense it, sense your turmoil, Tom's head tilted back until he looked you heavily in the eye. Your jaw tensed as he continued to push his hips harder through Melaina's cries and pleas, fingers clenching into fists as you tried to get yourself under control. It didn't mean anything.

You and Tom were nothing but friends with benefits, heavy on the benefits and light on the friendship, and this was his job. Hell, it was your job too! It didn't mean a damn thing.

His eyes never strayed from yours as that familiar pinch formed between his brows, his entire body growing rigid. He was brutal with the force of his hips, his hands groping roughly at Melaina's perfect ass and his lips parting in a silent 'o' that grew wider and wider until--there it was. His eyes locked on yours, Tom thrust twice more as a gritted laugh burst from his chest and he stilled completely. She mewled beneath him like a vixen, arching off the bed and crying, "Yes, daddy! Cum for me!"

He knew. His haughty smirk, ticked jaw, and glinting eyes told you well enough that he knew exactly what you were feeling, all the bitter and envious thoughts swirling through your mind. He knew, and he was thoroughly enjoying the way you were rooted in place under the weight of all your jealousy, your eyes locked with his and unable to break free.

"Cut!"

The sound of the clapper snapping and the director's loud shout startled you out of the strange limbo of envy and hunger you'd been trapped in. Tom muttered something to Melaina with a flirtatious grin that made your gut twist, and she laughed loudly whilst slapping a hand across his chest playfully. Suddenly, you weren't so hungry anymore, nor were you entirely interested in speaking to Tom.

You were out of focus for the rest of your day at work, earning disgruntled and concerned stares from your two colleagues who were working tirelessly to perfect all of your plans before the test shoot the following day. All of your thoughts were consumed with Tom, though, and it left you feeling nauseous. Never before had you cared much at all that he was with other women, knowing it was just a day's work for him, but seeing him with Melaina had truly rubbed you raw in the worst way.

The ache between your legs didn't make your heart flutter for the moment. Instead, each time you moved wrong and felt that persistent twinge, it made bile creep up your throat and your face burn with a mixture of bitter emotions. It wasn't that you were suddenly craving more from Tom--because you weren't, and as much as you enjoyed his company you weren't interested in a relationship.

Inferiority was a hell of a bitter pill. That was the root of the green eyed monster that was steadily taking control of you; Melaina made you feel inferior, and you hated it more than anything. Clearly he found her to be a better costar than you, considering he'd not once requested you even after starring in your own special. That was the first strike.

But, was she a better lay than you? Did she feel better, make him feel better than you? Did she talk dirtier, obey faster, and mold herself into whatever he wanted better than you? What if you weren't the only one he invited into his own bed at night?

By the time you left work the sun was setting, hours had passed, and you were exhausted from your racing mind. Usually Tom would have come to find you after he finished filming, but he hadn't and that bothered you. You knew it was probably all a game to him, a way for him to get you all riled up and tease you for it, but you weren't playing. You didn't want to play his games today, and when he finally texted you that night you left all of his messages on read with an acrid taste in your mouth.

"Ready for the big day?"

A peculiar sense of deja vu washed over you as you opened your dressing room door to reveal Tom perched on the other vanity seat, a tiny smile twitching at his lips and a twinkle in his eye. You really should have expected him to be there considering he'd been eagerly talking about watching you film for days, but after ignoring him you were more than surprised to see him waiting patiently for you to arrive. The door shut with a dull click, and Tom watched you closely.

Whatever he was playing at, you weren't going to bite--today was a big day for you, and nothing was going to distract you from your work. "What are you doing here?" you asked, huffing as your voice cracked and robbed you of your attempt to play it cool.

He just chuckled, a hoarse and airy sound, and licked his lips, "You think I'd miss the chance to see my girl touch herself for hours?"

His girl?

The words swirled around your brain the entire time you got ready, Marlena eyeing you curiously as you twiddled your thumbs quietly and payed no mind to either of the two people in your presence. What the hell did he mean by that? Why did your heart go on the fritz at those two silly words?

"Are you mad at me, lovie?" Eyes flickering over to Tom, you grew hot under his speculative gaze. Head tilted to one side, brown eyes narrowed slightly, and lips puckered in a tiny pout that made you swoon, he asked, "Have I done something to upset you?"

In the mirror you could see Marlena fighting back a smile, looking between the two of you with quivering lips as she held herself back from interrupting the moment. "No," you muttered, dropping your eyes back to your fiddling fingers, "I'm just nervous."

You didn't have to look to know that Tom was smirking, the sound of his soft laughter cluing you into the fact well enough. There was that deja vu again, your mind traveling back to that first time he'd sat in your dressing room and asked if he made you nervous. Teasingly, he asked, "Am I making you nervous, darling?"

Rolling your eyes, you huffed, "No."

Tom's eyes were all over you the moment you stepped onto the set and dropped your robe into an assistant's waiting arms. Clad in a skimpy lace negligee with nothing underneath, it was understandable that he'd be quite enraptured--never before had you worn something so dainty for your work, nor had you ever worn anything quite like the transparent scrap during any of your visits to his apartment. Even you yourself were quite enthralled by the look of it, having admired your reflection in the mirror for ages before finally joining the crew to start working.

As you soaked up the warm, tingling sensation of his ravenous eyes trailing over every inch of your body, you slowly relaxed into his presence. All the thoughts of Melaina drifted away, and you were biting back pleased smiles each and every time you acknowledged his gaze. It felt nice; it felt like it had every time he'd watched you film before, only better because now you were finally fully enjoying your project.

He hung back beside Priscilla in front of the big screen which displayed all the different camera angles whilst you ambled your way around the set. It wasn't complete, but it was enough for you all to get an idea of what the final design should be. A queen sized bed with dark, silk sheets in the center of a warmly lit stage, piled high with pillows of all sizes--already you were imagining towering bed posts with chiffon curtains framing the beautiful space.

There was one camera posted at the foot of the bed which was to be the main view point for the video. Climbing aboard you shifted until your bottom was posted over the scribbled X and leaned back onto your elbows, your knees propped up and spread wide. "How's this look?" you called out, craning your neck to see Priscilla, Archie, and Tom.

"Slide up a bit," Archie bellowed back, "a bit more--that's it! Oh, fuck, that looks amazing."

Having slid up the mattress half a foot, your head fell onto the bed of pillows that were finally within reach. From your new vantage point you could admire Tom, and the sight of him was enough to already have your thighs dampening. It seemed as if he were unsure as to where to look, his eyes flickering back and forth from the blown up, pixelated version of you to the real deal hastily.

The angle was awkward, and no matter how hard you stared he never made eye contact. It was then that you realized he couldn't see your face, at least not the real one, and a certain thrill sparked within you. Trailing your fingers over your stomach slowly, you reached for the frilled edge of the fabric and bit back a giggle as he tensed all over.

Licking your lips in time with Tom, you shouted, "Should we get started, then?"

Within seconds the clapper was dropped, and Priscilla boomed, "Test one, rolling!"

It was strange having to force yourself to look into the camera, rather than avoiding it so as not to ruin the flow of a scene. But, after a few moments of running your hands over your body and trying to get into the right mindset, your mind drifted away from the crowded room and into your own personal bubble. In there, that secret place you escaped to, it was just yourself and Tom.

Your body heated as you pictured him in place of the camera. In your vision he was bare and glistening, just for you; sitting on his heels with his knees spread apart and his hands ghosting over his length languidly. So many nights you'd laid before him like this, aching and begging for his hands to take the place of your own.

"Show me what those fingers can do, darling." he cooed, voice silky and sweeter than honey. It was a stark contrast to the dark, all-consuming pull of his brown eyes that lusted for you greedily.

Breathing a little harder, you tugged the stretchy lace further down your chest until your breasts were exposed to the chilled air. Tom's eyes glimmered, his tongue swiping over his lower lip, and you desperately wished it were his lips wrapping around one of your pebbled buds instead of your clammy fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut for a second as you imagined it; reminiscing on the sensation of his hot, silky tongue swirling around your nipples and tugging them delightfully into his mouth.

It was incredibly hard not to cry out for him as you descended further into the scenario you'd created for yourself. Nevertheless, you swallowed down all the whimpers of his name that bubbled to your lips eagerly, instead whining soft noises that even turned yourself on. "Love those pretty sounds, (Y/N)." he always hummed down your ear, scorching breathe fanning all across your neck.

The facade didn't fade as you opened your eyes again with heavy lids that begged to fall shut again. You tugged hard at one of your rosebuds in sync with Tom's harsh pull over his cock, and your back arched as you gave a loud cry. He moved his hand faster and clenched his eyes shut for a second as he groaned, "Enough teasing, lovie, show me that perfect pussy. Wanna see you cum all over your fingers f'me."

You couldn't have agreed more. Your heat was hot and dripping, your thighs slipping across the sheets a little more easily as you pooled your juices onto the mattress longingly. Tracing your fingers over the swell of your chest and down your stomach, you peeled your flimsy gown back until it was all bunched up beneath your breasts.

Tom watched with baited breathe, held perfectly in sync with your own burning chest, as you teased your fingers all around where you ached to be touched the most. Just as you finally dipped the tip of your middle finger into the slick, a shuffle and quiet laugh shattered the vision of Tom. You huffed in frustration the buzzing in your veins dulled and your hand fell limp over your bare middle.

"Cut!" Priscilla shouted, and even she sounded frustrated as you sat up and ripped your negligee back down, "That was really good, (Y/N)! Wanna have a look?"

You did, but you could barely hear the words coming from Priscilla's mouth as you took in the scene before you. There was Tom, hands cupped over his crotch like they always were when he watched you film, but this time he wasn't watching you. Instead, he was entirely focused on Melaina who stood beside him with one dainty hand stroking his arm, the other twirling the skirt of her sundress lazily.

Your blood boiled to life once more, but no longer was it out of desire for Tom. Pursing your lips, you called back to Priscilla, "No, let's just keep going." He was still engrossed in his hushed conversation with her, and you added pettily, "Might I remind some of you to be quiet on set!"

Melaina's stifled giggle turned the green hue in your eyes red, but you took a deep breathe and resisted the urge to roll your eyes. It didn't mean anything, it didn't mean anything, it didn't mean anything. The mantra echoed through your head as you did your best to keep your ridiculous envy at bay; Tom wasn't yours, nor were you his, and you had nothing to be jealous of.

You did, however, roll your eyes at the sight of Tom's devious smirk. It only widened at the action, and in spite of your wish to pretend he didn't affect you, your thigh clenched subconsciously. "Sorry, darling, we'll be quiet." he hummed, greedily soaking up the distasteful purse of your lips with his eyes.

It was harder to get back into the groove once the cameras started rolling again. Tom's image wavered in place of the camera, your mind clouded with all the conflicting emotions you were feeling, and no matter how hard you tried you just couldn't get back into that bubble. You pushed through, though, and picked up where you'd left off.

"Look at you," Tom simpered as your fingers dipped into your slick once again, your jaw slackening as you toyed one finger through your entrance, "absolutely dripping for me. Does it get you off to see me with another woman?"

What the hell was that? His words were like a record scratch in your mind, your fingers recoiling from your throbbing core in shock. Trying again, you changed your direction and drifted your fingers to your clit with a soft sigh. Closing your eyes to shut out his smirking face again, you rolled the soft pads over your bud and felt your lips part in a hushed moan.

How easy it would have been to keep them closed and push yourself over that edge with nothing but the sensation to edge you forward, but you knew that wouldn't make for a satisfying watch. So, begrudgingly, you opened your eyes again to the scene you'd created for yourself. Tom was sitting on the bed now, his legs spread wide before him to leave space for you between, and his length was laid against his thigh lazily. The tip was weeping and blazing red, a thick drop of pearly precum making your lips tingle with desire.

His hands wrapped around the footboard of the bed, gripping the solid wood so tightly his knuckles turned white and his arms rippled with unbridled strength. All that muscle, the sinewy, languid curl of hard muscle beneath soft flesh pulled taught in restraint; it was enough to have you drooling. Your fingers slipped easily from your swollen clit to your slit, and you dipped the tip of your middle finger inside with a choked cry.

Tom moaned back at you, his cock twitching as he flexed his stomach, eyes glued to the tight clench of your cunt around your fingers. "Fuck, lovie, do your fingers feel as good as mine?" he asked, "Does that pussy feel as good as hers?"

What the fuck?

Melaina's giggle echoed through the set, piercing the thickened air and startling you nearly as much as the wild turn your imagination had taken. Growling angrily, you slapped your hands onto the mattress beside you and pouted, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" Melaina squeaked, sounding so genuinely apologetic it only irritated you further, "Stop it, Tom, you made me laugh."

Sitting up once more, propped up on your hands, you scowled fiercely at the sight of Tom's arm draped over her shoulders and his head dipped low to whisper in her ear. His eyes were trained on you, though, and you knew damn well that coy smirk that teased at his lips was meant for you alone. Melaina gripped the hand over her shoulder tightly as she stifled another laugh, eyes twinkling to match the beaming smile on her face.

Backing his lips away from Melaina's hair, Tom faced you dead on as his head cocked to the side playfully. Narrowing your eyes, you scoffed as he winked at you. That bastard! You flopped back onto the bed with a growl, wanting nothing more than to kick him off the set, but you refrained. You knew it would only cement what he'd already figured out within his head; it would prove that you were without a doubt, one hundred and ten percent jealous.

"How about we take five, everyone!"

You practically threw yourself off of the bed, snatching your robe from the timid assistant with a huff before stomping off the set entirely. What was he playing at? It was one thing for Tom to toy with you, but to purposefully throw you off when you were working? That was low.

Alone in the small room, you dropped your head onto your vanity with a loud groan of annoyance. So many new emotions were swirling around you, plaguing your mind and twisting your gut up into knots so tight you actually felt ill. You couldn't even begin to unravel the twisted mess to pick apart all the different things you were feeling.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and you didn't have to look to know who it was. "G'way!" you grumbled, hissing angrily when the door opened anyways, "I said--"

Tom crashed his lips to yours, choking your words and the muffled squeal of surprise that escaped you. Pushing his weight onto you and pinning you to the chair, he bit down on your lower lip until you whined pitifully, pulling away to look you heavily in the eye, "You ignored me last night."

"So? I wasn't feeling it." you retorted, the almost lie making your stomach flutter. "Is that why you're trying to ruin my test shoot? Another bullshit punishment?"

He gaped at you for a moment, his lips parting in surprise as he blinked down at you wordlessly. But, just as you were settling into the triumph of finally rendering him speechless, he sputtered a sinister chuckle and smirked. Clicking his tongue reproachfully, he tutted, "Are you jealous, darling? Is that what this little tantrum is about? Are you jealous of Melaina?"

The words of your imaginary Tom echoed in your ears, the thin flesh and cartilage heating up in embarrassment as you scoffed, "No, why the hell would you think that?"

Smirk widening, he leaned close to nuzzle his face into your ear as he hummed, "Mm, I think you're lying, lovie. I think you were jealous watching me fuck her yesterday, and today you're so bothered you can't even perform. Envy is a hell of a thing, wouldn't you say?"

His lips sucked on the tender skin of your earlobe, drawing the faintest of whimpers from your lips, and he released it with a dramatic suckle of a wet, sloppy kiss. He whispered tauntingly, "Did it make you jealous to see me cum for somebody else? To see me fuck Melaina instead of you?"

"N-no-- oh, fuck."

Tom's fingers dragged heavily through your folds, a gush of your juices immediately flooding into his open palm in response. His thumb rolled over your clit faintly, teasing the rapidly swelling bundle as he chuckled right into your ear, "Don't lie to me, darling."

That stupid name that he'd called her made you steel your resolve, stubbornly repeating, "'M not jealous, Tom. You can fuck whoever you want."

His fingers plunged into you to the knuckle, earning a loud gasp as your hands flew to his arms and clutched him tightly. "Yeah? 'S that so?" he asked, nipping the hot skin of your neck until you whined desperately, "Think I'd like a taste then, love."

This was certainly turning out far better than you'd expected. With a racing heart and a quivering breathe, you gasped, "Please, Tom." Tom's eyes narrowed at you, his expression hardening as he pinched your hip in warning. "Please, I want you to have a taste, sir."

He grinned, patting your cheek in a playful slap as he cooed, "There's my good girl. Spread your legs, darling."

Obediently, you eagerly spread your legs until your thighs were digging into the sides of your chair and shaking as you fought to keep them splayed so wide. The lace of your negligee was pulled taught and curled up over your hips at the movement, exposing all of you to Tom's greedy eyes. He licked his lips as he gazed down at his fingers still buried inside you as deep as they would go, flexing the two digits and closing his eyes as you cursed and clenched around them.

You crooned as he pulled them out and thrust them back in slowly, curling until the tips dragged over your spot lazily. "Please, sir, want your tongue, too." you pleaded, digging your thighs further into the seat as you rutted down onto his once again motionless fingers.

His eyes snapped open and he quirked his one ruffled brow playfully, "Yeah? You want my fingers and my tongue?" Tom dug the pad of his thumb into your clit deeply, pressing your button down and making your entire body spasm from the harsh stimulation, "I don't know if you deserve both, lovie. You're lucky you're even getting my fingers."

Whining, you threw your head back childishly and ground your hips into his fingers indignantly. He kept them steady, only slightly brushing your g-spot through your forced motion, and his free hand clamped down on your thigh in a bruising grip. "Please!" you begged, "Please, sir, I'll be so good!"

Your pleas molded into a shout as his lips closed suddenly around your clit, his thumb sliding aside to spread your folds open for him as he sucked at your sensitive nub harshly. Tom's fingers pulled out slowly before slamming back into you, his fist effectively punching your core and making you ache, but you moaned and begged for more. Each forceful blow pushed his fingers right into your spot, the tips curling to drag against your upper wall with every motion.

In mere moments you were seeing stars. Your stomach was tightening beyond measure, that coil winding so tight you feared you might break when it finally snapped, but you met each thrust of his hand with a jerk of your hips eagerly. His tongue flicked against your clit in rapid kitten licks, sparking your body to spasm violently each time. "I'm so close, sir!" you gasped, digging your nails into the armrest of your seat as your back arched in pleasure, "I'm gonna--"

With one last long, hard suck on your bundle, Tom pulled away from you completely. His fingers ripped away from your dripping slit and slid in between his glistening lips, that tongue swirling dramatically around the digits as he sat back on his heels much like he had in your imagination. Gaping, you huffed, "What the hell, Tom?"

He grinned devilishly, "Admit you were jealous, and I'll let you cum."

Sputtering, you spat out, "I told you I wasn't jealous."

"Mm, but I know you're lying, darling," he teased, eyes glinting playfully, "and I want to hear you admit it. You wanna cum all over my fingers and my tongue?"

You nodded hesitantly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you whispered, "Yes, sir."

He leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours and his lips ghosting over your own as he whispered, "Admit you were jealous."

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breathe. You felt hot all over with embarrassment, your skin burning and your blood boiling beneath, but fuck, you really wanted that sweet release that only he could give you. So, with trembling lips, you whispered, "I was jealous."

Eyes still closed, you jumped as his fingers brushed over your clit in a feather light touch. He pressed a slow, soft kiss to your lips that had you chasing him for more when he backed away and asked, "Are you still jealous?" One finger toyed with your slit, drawing a harsh line up and down your entrance as you resisted the urge to push further into his hand.

"Y-yes."

He chuckled, and your eyes snapped open as he backed away from you, his hand disappearing from your core. His eyes were dark in a ruthless stare as he stated, "You need to learn to share, love. Stingy girls don't get to cum." And, just like that, he retreated from the room leaving you staring after him in utter shock.

You weren't sure what you were expecting when you rocked up to Tom's apartment that night following his typical, "You up?" text. What you most certainly had not expected, though, was to find Melaina sprawled out on his sofa in nothing but a sheer negligee--nothing at all underneath. In a strange sense, you figured you should have seen it coming; what better way for Tom to torment you than to make you face the root of your jealousy?

"Mm, on second thought," you hummed, pursing your lips as you took in the woman's sensual form upon his couch, "I think I'll be going."

Turning to leave, you crashed nose first into Tom's hard chest with a muffled grunt of surprise. His hands crept around your waist in a lazy fashion, dragging the fabric of your shirt up until his warm palms found the icy chill of your bare skin. It sent a shiver down your spine, much to your own chagrin.

He pouted, jutting his lower lip out at you tauntingly as he leaned close to brush his nose along the high point of your cheek. "You've only just got here, darling," he mused, "I missed you last night. You left me all alone."

It was really pathetic how easily he broke through your walls. Despite your tireless efforts to re-stack each brick he knocked down, the feeling of his soft lips ghosting along the supple skin of your cheeks had those same cinderblocks crumbling to dust. A gentle kiss on the apple of your cheek, a fleeting peck at the slope of your forehead, one slow trail along the angle of your jaw--you were putty in his hands when his lips finally found your own.

Even as his tongue traced the outline of your lips, you desperately tried to fight his hold on you. Grumbling into his mouth, "I'm sure you could have found company elsewhere--"

Tom bit down on your lower lip, hard, and pulled until it snapped back with a loud pop that made you whimper. Yet, his eyes were tender in a way you'd never seen before as he gazed down at you longingly, whispering, "I wanted you, though."

Yeah, you were fucked.

Breathing a little heavier, you gave into your more animalistic desires in spite of the jealousy and irritation that still boiled deep within your veins. A childish, prideful part of you boasted over his words; he'd wanted you! Not Melaina, not anyone else, just you. It was utterly ridiculous.

Tom's brown eyes were warm, inviting, and curious as he waited for you to make the next move. You could see the questions bouncing around behind them; would you leave? Would you stay? But, there was a familiar glimmer of mischief buried behind the thick honey gaze that had you waiting for the other foot to fall.

Taking your lack of movement as an answer, a desire to stay, Tom pressed another kiss to your lips. Long, slow, and mind-boggling--it felt like your soul left your body with the way he curled his plush lips into yours. Already you were heating up, your body buzzing and growing hotter with desire in each second that passed.

You clawed your fingers into the hem of his shirt, scratching your nails along the flesh of his lower abdomen in a futile attempt to ground yourself. It was a frantic plea to him to hold you there, to keep you from floating away as his kiss took you to higher places. He gave a gentle hiss into your mouth at the sting, but pushed harder into your face as his hands inched higher up your back to toy with the band of your bra.

Fingers gently swept the collar of your shirt down, exposing your neck as fuller, softer lips ghosted along the line of the fabric. Wait--lips? Jumping, you reeled back from Tom's face with widened eyes to find Melaina blinking back at you, eyes blown wide with lust.

"What are you--"

Tom popped the clasp of your bra with ease, looking down at you with darkened irises. "Is this okay?" he asked, glancing at Melaina who was waiting beside your twisted, intertwined bodies for approval.

Her fingers swirled slow, tingling circles on your hip, lip caught between pearly, white teeth as she watched you with enraptured intensity. Two minutes ago, the word no would have spilled from your lips without a moment of hesitation--but now? Now, as your eyes lingered on the swollen, bitten lower lip that called for you to taste it; as you trailed them lower to admire the perfectly soft curve on every inch of her body, it wasn't so clear.

There was a supple rise of her chest with every breathe, hardened nipples poking through the transparent fabric of her dress. Rounded breasts upon a gentle, sloping waist, wide hips that certainly gave way to a perfect handful of ass and thigh, all leading the eye down the length of her sculpted legs. Melaina was like a work of art, and every inch of her that you admired sent tingles through your body.

Glancing back at Tom, you nearly moaned out loud. Her eyes burned the side of your face, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Tom's stare into your very soul. It sucked the breathe out of you and left you feeling dizzy, your vision darkening until all you could see were the artful angles of his face.

You spoke hoarsely, swallowing down the lump that formed in your throat, "Yes."

Tom's mouth parted against yours in an instant, his hot tongue slipping inside and making your eyes roll back as Melaina pressed her body against your side and latched onto your neck. Sucking, biting, rolling the soft muscle of her tongue all along each sharp nibble to soothe the tender flesh--it was an overload of sensation all at once. You didn't know where to put your hands as they both crept theirs all over your body.

It was impossible to decipher where one ended and the other began. Whose hand was that gripping your ass? Whose were peeling your bra straps down our arms under your sleeves? Who was slipping their thumbs along the waistband of your pants, tickling your hot, sensitive skin?

Moaning, you gasped, "Please!"

You weren't even sure what you were asking for, but Melaina quickly stepped aside to let Tom pull your shirt over your head as your bra fell to the floor at your feet. He admired your chest for a long moment, palms cupping the swell of your breasts as his thumbs rolled over the stiffened peaks of your nipples, earning a muffled groan from you. Licking his lips, he stepped back and waved the eagerly waiting woman forward.

As Melaina devoured your chest, you followed him with your gaze through heavy lidded eyes. He watched on with an indecipherable glint in his eyes, lips glistening with a mixture of your saliva and his own. Those long lashes fluttered as he dragged his tongue slowly over the plump of his lower lip, nostrils flaring in a sharp inhale as if he were tasting you all over again.

Her lips were wrapped tightly around your left nipple when he finally disappeared behind you, a shiver wracking your body when his fingers caressed the arch of your spine in a fluttering touch. Chest pressed warmly to your bare back, he dipped low to mix his own marks with the ones she had left behind. You dropped your head back onto his shoulder, lulling to the side to expose the entirety of your throat to him in submission.

When had he removed his shirt? The bare skin of his torso was scorching on your back, matching the heat of his tongue dipping in your collarbone in time with a twirl of hers around your other nipple. Fingers, hands, lips, tongues everywhere; your body was reaching its boiling point.

"Come to bed with us?" Tom's husky whisper directly into the shell of your ear had you whining, arching your back until your behind rolled harshly into his crotch. His length ground into you roughly, a quiet groan escaping his lips at the stimulation, "Fuck, darling, you like this?"

Weakly, barely able to focus through all the pleasurable touches to your body, you whispered, "Yes, yes, sir. Please."

You should have known it wouldn't last. You should have anticipated the shift in Tom's attitude, revealing his true intentions to you as he lead you by the wrist into his bedroom to find a dining chair at the side of his bed. But, you blinked up at him dumbfounded as he held up a silk tie before your face with a devilish grin.

Melaina stretched out on the bed with a hand between her legs, knees propped open wide as she touched herself lazily and watched you closely. Glancing at the tie, then the chair, and then Tom's arrogant smirk, you mumbled, "What is that?"

He just chuckled throatily, grinning as he hummed, "Sit in the chair, darling." You blinked again, frozen in place, "Sit, now, or I promise you'll not like the outcome."

Instinctively, your knees crumbled until you fell into the chair with a frown. He snatched your wrists roughly, twisting them behind the back of the chair until the backs of your hands touched and you whined in protest, "That hurts, Tom."

He pulled further, a sharp ache burning through the muscles of your arms as they dug harshly into the back of the chair. "Watch it, (Y/N)." he growled.

"Sorry, sir." you muttered pitifully, eyes downcast to avoid the amused smile on Melaina's face, "What's going on?"

Tom didn't answer you for a long while, taking his time to tie your wrists with the tie until he was certain you couldn't break free. Testing the restraints, you pouted as the fabric didn't yield in any way to your tugs. He hummed under his breathe in appreciation, though, stroking a finger up the length of your arm as he rounded to face you again.

Melaina sat up and leaned into the arm he reached out toward her, your gut twisting bitterly at the sight of her purring under his touch like a cat. "I told you, darling, that stingy girls don't get to cum." he restated his words from earlier, and your body burned with embarrassment, "So, I'm going to teach you to share. You're gonna sit there and watch me, and you're going to deal with it like a big girl. Understood?"

"But I--"

"Do you understand?" Tom hissed, eyes narrowing in a fierce glare that dared you to challenge him further. You couldn't miss the way his fingers twitched, the familiar sting of his palm on your behind ghosting over the skin in anticipation of impact. He remained rooted in place, though, leaning into Melaina's body that was steadily wrapping further around him.

Her lips were on his chest, leaving a flurry of angry purple marks that made you want to scream like a child. "I understand, sir." you grumbled, slumping into the seat.

He smiled, "Good."

It was as if you disappeared from the room entirely in that instant. He turned to Melaina, completely absorbed in her presence as his hands slid around her waist to grab fistfuls of her ass. Groaning, he squeezed the flesh tighter until she whimpered. Your own body ignited in shame and jealousy, fingers clenching into fists that tugged uselessly against their bonds.

The sound of their lips smacking as they kissed, wet and sloppy sounds that echoed in your ears, made you want to whine. How had it come to this, when only moments ago they were kissing you like that? Was this the only reason you were here?

You watched on with an aching core, racing heart, and sweaty palms as the heat intensified between them. There was that chemistry you'd witnessed on set--their movements so in sync it seemed as if they were connected spiritually, a perfect flow of seamless give and take. It was almost painful to watch.

The jealousy that tore you to shreds was not from a desire to be the only woman in Tom's life, though a selfish part of you did secretly relish in the thought. It was an aching, grotesque and petty desire to know that you were the best. You were jealous of the way he found pleasure in someone else, when all you wanted was to know that you were unmatched. You were jealous to feel his touch on your body, and some part of you was growing desirous of hers as well.

It was a purely physical sort of envy; no feelings attached. Or, at least that's what you told yourself. In some sense there had to be a sort of emotional drive behind it, but it was easier to tell yourself it was stupid pride instead of murky, confusing feelings.

Your eyes clenched shut as you bit back a huff of frustration. Melaina's moans grew louder, until she shrieked, "Please, daddy, wanna feel you!"

There was a smack and a rustle, and when you opened your eyes Tom had shoved Melaina flat onto her stomach. The skin of her still rippling ass was reddened in a blazing hand print, his hand rubbing over the mark soothingly. "You wanna feel daddy's cock, princess?" he growled, "Think (Y/N) deserves to watch?"

"Yes, daddy," Melaina murmured, "want her to watch. Want her to see how good I make you feel."

The green eyed monster in your head was stomping circles through your brain, screeching over the cruelty of the situation. Yet, you kept your lips pursed shut as you glared back at Tom with just as much ferocity. He wasn't going to see you break; you'd come out of this on top, you were sure of it. You weren't going to let him see that she'd hit the root of your jealousy right on it's ugly, rearing head with her words.

You scoffed, and he glared at you with a sort of intensity that made your legs quiver, but you faced his scowl head on with a ferocity of your own to match. You wouldn't let him see that she'd hit the root of your jealousy right on its ugly, rearing head with those words; if he wanted to play, then you were going to play just as hard.

Or, maybe you were just emboldened by the fact that he hadn't called her darling again. Either way, you stared him in the eye until he looked away from you with a clenched jaw and twitching hand. Your first, and only, victory of the night.

It was torture. He moaned as he pushed into her, eyes clenching shut and hands squeezing at her flesh desperately when he bottomed out with his hips buried into her bottom. Yet, you couldn't decide which method of suffering was worse; to keep your eyes opened or closed.

Open, you had to watch his face contort with pleasure and the way he interacted with her eager, willing body. Closed, you had to listen to the sounds they made and feel the way your body reacted in accordance. You were dripping onto the seat, angry tears pooling in your eyes, and your arms were going numb from their restrained position.

"Eyes open, darling." Tom ordered, and you bit back the curse that bubbled to your lips. He watched you with hooded eyes until you met his gaze, immediately blocking you out again to focus on the messy, fucked out woman on his bed. She was wailing, and you were trying your best not to join in the chorus.

He was going an an unrelenting pace, each brutish thrust of his hips eliciting a strangled cry from Melaina. She was clawing at the sheets, incrementally crawling away from him until he pulled her back with a forceful tug of her hips. "Daddy, 'm gonna cum!" she moaned, breathless.

You squirmed in your seat, bottom sliding slickly over the wooden surface from how much you'd pooled into it. "Come on, princess. Cum f'me." he urged, voice strained as he rocked his hips faster into her. The sound of skin against skin mixed with the damp sounds from his force into her slick echoed loudly through the room, but it was unparalleled to the unrestrained scream the tore from her throat.

Watching with wide eyes and strained, clenched thighs, you gasped as Melaina arched into the bed wildly. Her actions were so over the top you'd have assumed they were theatrics, if it weren't for the way you could see her physically quivering with full body shivers. Fuck, why couldn't that have been you?

Tom pulled out of her roughly, turning on you and clambering off of his bed to lean over you. His hands wrapped around the arms of the chair tightly, the muscle of his arms rippling as he gripped it so tight the wood creaked. "Learned your lesson yet, darling?" he demanded, nose to nose with you.

Nodding desperately, you gasped, "Yes, sir."

He disappeared from view, Melaina still crumpled into the bed and spent as she breathed heavily. When his fingers brushed your wrists, untying them slowly, you nearly wept with relief. Finally, he was going to touch you.

Pulling you up from the chair, Tom gripped your chin firmly as his thumb tugged at your bottom lip. "Want me to touch you, darling?" You nodded, begging him with your eyes and whining when he chuckled, "You have to earn it."

He sat back on the bed, scooting until his back was propped against the headboard with his legs spread wide. Patting the space between them, he beckoned you forward until you were perched between his knees on your own. You yelped as Melaina crept up behind you, hands sneaking up the skin of your back until they rested lightly on your shoulders, but you relaxed into her touch as she pressed a feather light kiss to your neck.

As she nipped at the skin, blossoming a new mark amidst all the ones she'd left before, Tom grinned deviously. "Let's make a deal, darling," he breathed, "if you can stop yourself from cumming all over her tongue, I'll let you come on my cock."

You squeaked as her fingers dipped down the front of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she drew nearer to where you were aching for any sort of touch. Deep down you knew how hard it would be not to finish at any sort of stimulation due to how worked up and ravenously needy you were, but if there was a chance to get Tom where you wanted him then you were going to take it. So, you nodded, "Please."

Melaina pushed you forward until you were bent over, propped up on your knees and elbows. Tom's length was straining against his thigh, and he flexed as your slightly frantic breathing blew across the sensitive skin. He reached out a hand to caress your cheek before winding it to the back of your head, pulling you closer until you wrapped your lips around the tip.

You groaned in sync with him as you felt her blow a cool breeze on your clit, your legs nearly buckling as she forced them apart with her hands. Stars were bursting behind your eyes the very moment she drew a line through your folds with her tongue, but Tom's shove against your head kept you grounded. Focusing, you pushed forward until your nose was buried in his pelvis and he moaned loudly.

Her taste was still all over him. Pulling back until you only held his tip in your mouth again, you swirled your tongue around the head and parted your lips to let your spit soak down his length entirely. You looked up and blinked at him coyly, flattening your tongue under his tip and sucking hard until he clenched his eyes shut and raked his nails into your scalp roughly.

Going down again, you gagged around him and tears sprung to your eyes when he held you there. He was choking you, but you weren't thinking about air--all you could think about was how hard it was not to reflexively clamp down each time Melaina tweaked your clit just right, sending spasms through your entire body.

You were fighting hard to keep from going overboard, your stomach twisted up in knots so tight you felt compressed. Explosive, even. He was moaning above you, dragging your head up and down his length slowly, and there were shockwaves of vibrations in your core as Melaina hummed along with him.

Finally, as you took all of him again and squeezed his thigh with your nails digging in, Tom hissed and pulled you off of him. "On your back, now." he commanded, and Melaina jumped back just in time for you to hastily slide into position. "Fuck, need you so bad, darling."

His hands were hot as they slid up your thighs, spreading your legs apart until he could slip between them and crawl over your body. "Needed you last night, lovie, but you decided to ignore me like a brat." he growled, and you flinched as he dropped to his elbows over you suddenly, "Don't even deserve to feel me, you know that?"

"Please," you whined, "I'm sorry I ignored you, I'll never do it again."

Tom dragged his tip roughly through your folds, scowling at you when you bucked your hips into him, "Do that again and you'll go back in the chair."

You froze, and he hummed in approval before continuing his teasing. Up and down, up and down, up and down, he dragged himself over your entrance and clit until you were shaking with need. Each slow rock of his length through your folds was adding fuel to the fire raging within you, your eyes threatening to roll back from the surface level stimulation alone.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally eased into you slowly. You moaned breathlessly, clenching around him and fisting the sheets in a plea for him to just fuck you already. "Fucking love your cunt, darling," he groaned, eyes falling shut in bliss, "perfect little pussy, all for me. This all mine, lovie?"

"Yes, sir." you groaned, arching off the bed as he pushed deeper against you, "All yours."

He pulled back, dragging slowly against your walls until he slipped out of you entirely and left you feeling empty. But then he forced his way back in roughly, jolting you backward on the bed under the force of his thrust. Your lips opened in a silent yell, hands flying up to claw at his back desperately.

Tom's face dropped into your shoulder, mouthing open kisses into the skin that burned like fire. He picked up his pace with a steady, deep roll of his hips against yours that made you shiver all over. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, trapping him against you as you gripped his shoulders heavily.

Your eyes were clenched shut in pleasure as you felt him continue to push roughly against that spot deep inside, sending sparks through out your entire body. The coil in your belly had already been strung so tightly you'd feared you'd burst at the first moment of contact, but you were doing your best to fight it off. You wanted this moment, this feeling of him filling you to the brim, to last forever.

But, Tom shuddered above you and moaned into your ear, "Shit, 'm not gonna last, darling."

He pushed deeper into you with his next thrust, grinding your hips into the mattress as he put his weight behind it. You yelped and your hands left his back to find his face, pulling his lips down to yours in a feverish kiss. It was sloppy, all tongue and clashing teeth, but it matched the desperate, animalistic rhythm of his hips perfectly.

That coil inside you was sparking now, fizzling with pent up energy just begging to burst. "Please, please, please, let me cum, Tom." you begged, and he groaned as you said his name, "Please, Tommy!"

With a sharp snap of his hips, Tom pushed off the bed on one elbow and reached his hand down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers met your clit harshly, swirling rapid circles around your swollen bundle as he stared down at you like a starved man. "Say my name again, darling."

"Tom!"

His fingers moved faster, harder, deeper in time with his thrusts that pushed you to heights you'd never felt from him. His eyes were clenched shut and his lips pulled back in a grimace, jaw clenching as his curls slid all over his forehead in a sweaty mess. He looked beautiful like that--all messy and fucked out, desperate to reach that high that you were pushing him toward.

Your legs were shaking wildly, and your stomach was burning as your muscles began to contract. It was the buildup to the explosive release, and you cried out, "Gonna cum, Tommy, yes! You feel so--oh, fuck!"

Wailing, you clamped your legs around his waist and squeezed your eyes shut so tightly it hurt. The coil snapped and you shrieked, his tip ramming into your g-spot over and over as he fucked you through your high. It felt like you couldn't even breathe, couldn't think, couldn't anything anymore. All you could do was feel him inside you, pushing through your pulsing walls as his fingers continued to rub your clit like a madman.

"Fucking--fuck!" he gritted, hips faltering, "Love it when you say my name, (Y/N). Sounds so perfect coming from your pretty lips."

You were desperate to get him there, feeling the way he was shuddering with each thrust as his body protested the exertion. "Tom, please," you begged, feeling the coil in your belly tightening up again, "cum for me. Wanna feel you fill me up, Tommy."

He slammed into you harder than he had all night, making your pelvis ache but you saw white. The world faded away as you burst into the crescendo again, your throat burning as you cried out loudly. Just when you were about to tap out and push him away because it was all too much, he rolled into you deeply and collapsed onto your chest.

So high in your own climax, you barely felt his cock pulsing against your walls as you milked him of every last drop. It was the warmth, though, that brought you back down to earth. The deep, warmth that filled you up had you sighing and sucking in air desperately, blinking up at the ceiling as Tom breathed heavily into your neck.

The two of you laid there like that for awhile, fighting to catch your breathe as your hearts raced against each other's chests. It wasn't until your vision finally cleared and you could breathe a little more freely, though, that a thought popped into your head, "Where did Melaina go?"

Tom laughed, his chest rumbling against yours as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder with a tender kiss to the sweaty skin. "Mm, don't know. She probably left."

"Oh," you muttered, "I didn't notice."

You hoped he didn't notice how you smiled as he hummed back, "Neither did I, darling."

Curled up in Tom's bed, you shivered as his fingers traced lazy shapes into the bare skin of your thigh that was draped over his own. On his night stand sat two abandoned cups of tea, growing colder by the minute, but neither one of you was in any hurry to reach for them. You were content to just lay there in his embrace, soaking up his warmth.

This was what you'd grown to love the most over the past few months of hooking up with Tom. The sex was great, the orgasms mind blowing, but the time spent just enjoying each other's company afterwards was your favorite part. It felt nice to just be close to him, to feel connected to him in a more domestic sense.

"You know there's nothing to be jealous of, yeah?" he asked, suddenly, and you craned your neck back to look at him curiously. His cheeks were reddened slightly as he peered down at you with tender, timid eyes.

Sheepishly, you shrugged, "It's ridiculous, I know."

He frowned slightly, but the crease between his brows melted as you blinked up at him with wide eyes. "Nothing you feel is ridiculous, (Y/N)," he stated, "and it's okay to be jealous. You think I never felt shitty seeing you with any of the other guys you filmed with?"

The flush on his face deepened at his confession, but you grinned. He felt it too? "Really?" you asked, trying your best to keep from giving him total puppy dog eyes.

"Really." he repeated you, snorting when you grinned wider, "And, you don't need to be jealous of anyone. You're the only one who ends up right here in my bed, like this. Only one I want to be here, darling."

You buried your face into his chest with a flustered giggle, and he chuckled as his arms wrapped around you a little tighter. In a desperate need to keep things from getting too serious, still raw over everything you'd felt the past couple of days, you teased, "Mm, I'm only here for the tea--Tom!"

He dug his fingers into your ribs, fighting through your squeals and slaps as you tried to escape him. Easily, though, he got the upper hand and rolled until you were pinned beneath him. With twinkling eyes, a mixture of emotions you couldn't read, he taunted, "Admit it, (Y/N), you're in love with me."

In love with Tom? Your mind went blank as you stared up at him, but he just grinned down at you. There was a little flutter in your belly, and his eyes sparkled a brighter at your shiver. He knew. He knew the truth.

"Nah, it's definitely the tea--"

"Why, I oughta!"

[lilysdaydreams]

Praise Bingus (No fucking way)

→  I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don't think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Angst and fluff. (FLUFF IS COMING I SWEAR)

→ Words: 3.9k

→ In a world where everyone is born with a mark on their wrist, two souls come together over the power of bingus.

→ (this isnt crack lol)

→ Warnings: Lots of swearing, um self-depreciation? rejection (kinda) and negative thoughts overall. Sorry im new to warnings.

→ Authors Note: this is the first time im doing like angst so please tell me if I did well? Um also, I’ve already started on the part 2 so keep your eyes out for that. If you wanna be tagged for part two please comment and lemme know. Also check out my other fics if you want!

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Soulmates were a phenomenon. They'd been there for ages, drawn into the Egyptian tomb paintings, seen in the cave paintings from millions of years ago, talked about in stories passed down from generation to generation. They could be matching drawings, first words, names; all black before the soulmates met and turning gold the moment they talked to each other. There wasn't a scientist in the world who could explain the phenomenon.

You'd received your mark at birth just like everyone else, a sentence running around your wrist,

"No fucking way."

Your parents weren't that happy when you asked at the age of 4 what "fucking" meant but it wasn't that bad. You were happy that you had something unique, something other than the "Hi," or "Excuse me," that was on every other arm.

When you were 13, a little girl on the train pointed to your wrist and asked her mom what it meant. Ever since then, you'd taken to wearing bracelets over it. This had turned out to be a good idea because a few years later you started making Youtube videos. At the age of 16, you started a Youtube channel where you focused on a variety of things; makeup, fashion, games, art, skits and a whole lot more.

At the age of 20, you had a steady following of a little more than a million subscribers, and you had moved to LA to be closer to all your Youtube friends. You hadn't just grown on Youtube, you'd also started a lot of side projects. You were known for the art that you did on the side, along with the makeup palette you'd come out with a year ago. Soon you were planning to release a merch collection, one that you had been working on for a whole year now.

You hadn't met your soulmate at this point but honestly, you didn't really mind. Balancing Youtube and study (along with all your other side projects) was hard. There was no need to add the struggle of love into it... Or that's what you told yourself anyways.

There were days though, days where you wished you had someone to hug, someone to cuddle in bed with, someone to go on long walks with. You didn't let yourself wallow on it that long though. Crying about it was gonna do absolutely nothing.

It started on a rainy day. The story of you and him. You were editing your soon to be uploaded video, an e-girl outfits lookbook, which had been requested by your followers. Your personal style was all over the place and your previous soft girl and cottage care look books had done well, so you decided to continue the series.

You eyes blurred as you looked at the same point of the video, and you sighed, removing your glasses and rubbing your eyes. Your editor was sick and had let you know that they wouldn't be able to edit it by the deadline so here you were, editing it yourself. You stretched in your chair letting out a yawn. You were contemplating on whether to make coffee or not when your phone pinged.

"Nooooo" you whined when you noticed it was on the coffee table that was just a little out of your reach. Stretching your foot out, you tried to grab it between your toes and then sighed when the phone fell.

"I have zero luck, I swear" you muttered to yourself, bending to pick up the phone.

The text was from Rae, asking you to join a game of Among Us. You and Rae had been friends for a bit now, which all started when she came across your art and decided to order something from you. You had chatted and clicked immediately, immediately becoming fast friends. Ever since the lockdown started, she often asked you to join in on Among us games and your friendship had really grown over these past few months.

You sent a quick "sure!" and then went to your table, waiting for the PC to turn on. Quickly tweeting out that you were streaming, you opened up Youtube and turned on the stream, saying a quick hello and letting them know what you'd be doing.

"Rae just invited me guys, I don't really know who's there," you mumbled, replying to a comment asking you who you were playing with.

You squinted your eyes, joining the voice chat and then opening your phone camera to quickly check that you didn't look horrible. Sure you didn't really care about how you looked but it was always good to check that you didn't have anything stuck between your teeth before you turned on the camera.

There was already a conversation going on, between who you thought was Corpse and Sykkuno, judging by their voices.

"Yeah I could totally do that. Get a cat and name it Bingus. I wonder if th-"

You gasped when you heard what they were talking about and unmuted yourself immediately yelling "PRAISE LORD BINGUS" and effectively shocking everyone in the chat.

A moment of silence and then Rae yelled: "OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N, YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME."

You giggled as everyone groaned and whined, saying hi as they realised who it was. You had played with Sykkuno and the others a few times before but you'd never met Corpse before. You'd heard his voice though, as he was trending on twitter constantly over the past few weeks. Once they all quietened down, you realised Corpse hadn't said anything. Since you knew everyone else in the lobby, you introduced yourself, wondering if you'd scared him a bit too hard.

"Hey Corpse, I'm Y/N from Y/C/N, its so nice to finally meet you," you said gritting your teeth at you awkward introduction. For a second there was no response and then three words were said that made your jaw drop to the floor.

"No fucking way"

He had whispered it, obviously still in shock, and your eyes widened in surprise as a tingle spread all over your body. So this was what everyone meant by "you'll just know," when you asked them about how you would recognize your soulmate.

"Holy shit" you thought frozen in your seat.

Never had you been more glad that you hadn't turned the camera on yet.

"Uhhhh-" you started, but stopped now knowing what to say.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now.

"Wha- Whats wrong?" Rae asked after a moment passed.

Corpse cleared his throat and started "Its um, shes my -" and you cut him off, heart beating in your chest.

"Nothing. Its nothing." you said talking over him. "Who else are we waiting for Rae?" you asked joining the lobby quickly and choosing red as your colour.

"Uh one more person," she said slowly, still a bit confused.

"Oh awesome!" you said fake enthusiasm prevalent in your voice. "So Sykkuno," you started, wanting to keep the conversation going. "How's Bimbus doing?"

Sykkuno launched into a story of Bimbus and you blew out a sigh of relief, mind still numb over the revelation.

Corpse was your soulmate.

The guy who had literally went viral the past few weeks was your soulmate.

You'd finally found him.

You heard Rae cut Sykkuno off, telling everyone she was starting the game and muttered a "Thank god" when the words "CREWMATE" appeared on your screen. You would not have been able to play imposter at the moment, your mind pretty much stuck on the fact that Corpse was your fucking soulmate.

Heading down to admin, you realised you hadn't said anything yet to the stream so you quickly turned on your cam, saying a quick sorry to the viewers.

"Sorry guys, I forgot to put the camera on," you smiled focusing on card swipe.

"I hope everyone's been okay, I know this was quite sudden, but Rae invited me and I was like why not you know," you said rambling as you moved to comms and did the task there.

Lights were called and you moved to electrical, arriving there just as Leslie fixed them. You moved into the back of electrical doing the three tasks you had there when Sykkuno suddenly came in and went straight to standing on top of the vent.

You giggled already knowing his trick.

"Okay guys," you mumbled watching Sykkuno wiggle on the vent. "do we trust Sykkuno or not?"

"You know what," you said making a split second decision. "Its the first game, we might as well."

Joining him on the vent, you stilled for a second and then breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't automatically kill you.

"See, what did I tell you guys huh?" you question smiling straight at the camera. "I knew Sykkuno could be trusted."

You decided to follow Sykkuno going into reactor with him and starting 'Simon says' and just as you were on the last part, a body was found making you let a whine out.

"Guysss," you whined to the camera as Rae started talking about how she had found Daves body in admin.

"Um, I havent been in admin since the start of the game," you said, "also I can clear Sykkuno, for the last part of the round, he's been with me since lights went out."

Sykkuno confirmed it, "Yup that's right, also I can hard clear Y/N cuz guess what? She stood on the vent with me and none of us died."

Everyone chuckled as he said "Thats good enough for me."

"Uh, I was in navigation mostly." said Lily.

"Poki, can I just ask what you were doing?" said Sean, an undercurrent of mirth present.

"Me?" asked Poki speaking for the first time. "What was I doing?"

"You weren't doing any tasks, you were literally just walking from one side of medbay to the other when I peeked in."

Poki started laughing, trying to get her words out at the same time.

"Okay so-" a giggle. "okay okay- I was just, I was trying to um do the beep test," she said finally breaking down and making everyone else laugh as well.

"What the fuck?" you said, laughing at the image in your mind.

"My chat told me to do it last game so I decided to do it now, I was literally just playing around," she said finally, adding "I swear I'm not imposter" at the end.

"Hmmm," you hummed, bringing a hand up to stroke your chin. "Are you sure it was last game Poki... hm...."

Giggling at Poki indignant "YES it was last game", you quickly skipped voting like everyone else as the timer went into the last ten seconds.

Humming a tune under your breath, you went back to reactor, taking a minute to carefully do Simon says and then moved to the other task counting out one two three as you pressed on the numbers. Humming, you moved out of reactor, only to come face to face with Corpse. You paused for a second, and then moved ahead, refusing to show anything on camera. For some reason he followed you as you went to storage, looking at you while you did the trash.

"Why is he just staring?" you mumbled, biting your lip. God, you really didn't wanna think of him right now. You started walking to shields, him still walking with you when lights were called and not a second later a body was reported.

Suddenly there was screaming your ears as Toast and Rae both started accusing each other.

"Wait- Wait WAIT" yelled Poki trying to get them to stop. "What happened?"

"I'll explain" declared Rae, not letting toast get a word in. "We were in navigation okay, me, Toast and Leslie. Lights went out, and suddenly a report buttons there. It's either Toast or someone came in just as lights went out and killed but that doesn't seem likely because I didn't see anyone anywhere near us at all. Anyways I'm fucking telling the truth guys, its Toast, he's the one who did it."

"Toast, do you have anything to say for yourself?" asked Corpse, his voice making your insides shiver.

"Holy shit, this is my soulmate", you thought for the fiftieth time.

"Uh yeah," replied toast. "I didn't do it."

Everyone laughed as he continued.

"Like seriously, I wouldn't do anything like this because it'd be a stupid move from my own part, and I think Raes smart enough to not do this as well. I think someone else came in just as lights went down and killed immediately, which to be honest, was pretty smart of them."

"Okay so I can clear Corpse," you cut in noticing the timer was close. "he was with me in weapons when it happened, he wouldn't have had time to go all the way up, or even vent there because we were literally walking in."

"Yup that's right," confirmed corpse.

"I'm in cafeteria" said Poki.

"Yeah, I saw her on my way to weapons," said Sykkuno, "and I'm in weapons right now,"

"I'm in lower engine" said Sean, and Lily said she was in reactor.

"I think it's Toast," you mumbled and then rose your voice to talk over everyone. "Look okay fine, maybe he said it was a stupid move and he wouldn't do it but maybe he did it for that exact reason. He thought he could get away with it because no one would expect him to do something like that."

As the timer started going down by 10, you voted for Toast and it turned out 3 had skipped the vote while five had voted for him.

damn.

"Guys you actually voted for him?" you said in a high voice, re-enacting one of Sykkunos most said lines.

You heard a "oh for gods sake" from Rae before everyone went silent and you giggled as you moved back down to weapons to do your tasks.

You finished all your tasks and decided to go to security to check where everyone is. Humming as you moved through the electrical hallway, you narrowed your eyes as Corpse came out of electrical and went towards storage. Quickly ducking in you didn't see a body so you headed back out, going into cams and gasping as you saw the body. Reporting immediately you were shocked to see the four kills that had happened. Now only you, Corpse, Sean and Rae were left.

"Oh my god," you mumbled confused. Either there were still two imposters, and Toast wasn't the imposter or the imposter literally killed and did nothing else. Now either that could mean that its definitely Rae if Toast wasn't the imposter, or that it was Corpse as the only imposter left. That was a bit weird though becuase he could have totally killed you at the start of the game. You didn't suspect Sean at all.

"What the fuck?" mumbled Corpse, and Rae made her animal noises expressing her shock.

"Okay," you said taking charge and relaying the kill and your theory to everyone. "So either it was Toast and there's only one other imposter, who is Corpse. Or Toast wasn't an imposter and there's two of them left. I-" you took a deep breath in at the end, very confused. " I don't know anymore,"

"I think its Corpse as well,"

Corpse who hadn't said anything up till this moment suddenly started stammering out "hey-hey uh let-lets not gang up on me okay. It's not-"

"No, wait, its because Y/N said you came out of electrical right, and I saw you in upper engine literally a bit ago and you went down. I went towards cafeteria so I don't know exactly where you went but its totally possible that you killed."

You voted form him after that, convinced it was Corpse, and the other followed quickly.

"Guys what the fuck, at least give me a chance to explain my self" he whined when his body was thrown off the ship seconds later. You cheered when the "VICTORY" sign was displayed across the screen, bringing up your chat and laughing at Toast as he pretended to be angry at me.

"That was a great round, good work Y/N"

"Thankyou" you mumbled staring at your chat. You were confused when you saw the absolute influx of messages on there, and you were barely able to read them because they were going so fast. You scrolled up, and read through the few of the messages;

"You've made corpse sad."

"Corpse has literally been so quite since you came in, can you leave."

"Omg stop with the hate messages, its not her fault if corpse isn't talking to you"

"are you his ex or something? What was that reaction at the start?"

"what did you do? Corpse literally hasn't said a word since you came in."

"Um..."

Corpse POV

Corpses heart stopped for a minute, his breath catching. The words on his wrist glowed gold, and he stared at the little red character standing there.

This person was the reason that he had "PRAISE BINGUS" stretched across his wrist.

They were the only reason that he had searched "Bingus" on google for all of his life. The only reason Corpse knew about the meme before anyone else was because he was constantly monitoring the word online. Ever since March, he had been waiting with bated breath, anxious that he could meet his soulmate at any moment. and here you were.

For some reason, he had never expected that he would meet you in among us, or while he was on stream. He always thought it'd be someone outside. It was a bit stupid in hindsight as all he did nowadays was play among us.

He heard you introduce yourself to him but the only thing that came out of his mouth was “No fucking way”.

Immediately after he wanted to slap himself.

“Idiot” he thought to himself. “At least try to make a good impression.”

When Rae asked what was wrong, heat sprung to his cheeks as he started revealing that they were soulmates, but Y/N cut him off, saying that it was nothing.

Corpse’s heart sank a little then.

'Maybe she’s just a private person,' he reasoned with himself.

'I shouldn’t have tried to say it on stream either. God, I’m a fucking idiot, if I said it, literally everyone would know and not only would I have hated the attention, she probabaly would have as well.'

Convincing himself that she was right, he reassured himself that it wasn’t because of him. She wasn’t revealing it because she probably didn't want all the attention.

For some reason though, his heart sank even more when Y/N didnt talk to him, instead talking to sykkuno about his dog. Like sure he could understand not wanting to reveal they were soulmates but shouldn’t she at least wanna talk to him? At this point he wouldn’t even mind if she talked about his voice like everyone else.

He groaned when the word "Imposter" came across his screen, his and Toasts character standing together. He was not in the right mindset right now to be able to be a good imposter. Breathing in deeply he continued in the game, with the first round passing by quick. The second round, he saw Y/N and stood with her for a bit wondering if he should kill her. Her red character moved to weapons and he sighed moving the mouse over the kill button. Just as he was thinking of clicking a body was found. Corpse swore as Toast flew off the ship. Deciding he needed to speed it up he killed four people in the round, hissing when the meeting was called. The moment Y/N accused him, he knew it was over. He didn't even bother defending himself much, just hoping the game would end soon.

When they were in the lobby, he quickly told everyone that he was going to leave because his internet was acting up. Turning off the stream after saying a quick thank you to everyone, he leaned back in his seat breathing through his nose.

What the fuck was his life.

Even his soulmate didnt want him. Honestly, he should have expected this. Abandoned at 12 with no one around him, why did his expect his soulmate to even give a fuck about him. Tears pricked his eyes and he blinked trying to get rid of them. He breathed in deeply, grabbing the water on the table and taking a big gulp. He had never hated himself more than he did right now. Why couldnt he have an easier life.

“Why cant I just fucking be NORMAL” he yelled throwing the empty bottle of water at the wall.

Throwing himself into bed, he scrunched up his eyes, hoping that sleep would come today, not noticing as his phone lit up with a single message.

Your POV

You stayed for another game and then ducked out apologizing and making an excuse up.

"Sorry it was such a short stream, everyone," you said pouting at the camera. "It was fun though so hopefully I get to do it again." Waving goodbye, you turned off the camera and leaned your head back staring at the ceiling.

What the actual fuck.

Grabbing your phone, you stared at it for a bit. Everything that you had pushed to the back of your mind in the game, was suddenly in the forefront.

The only thing you knew about Corpse was that he had a really deep voice, he narrated horror movies, and he maybe did music?

'Rae mentioned that once right?' you thought to yourself.

You unlocked the phone and then locked it again, too scared to actually do anything.

Unlocked.

Locked.

Unlocked.

Locked.

"Oh get a grip," you muttered to yourself, opening the phone and sending a text to Rae.

‘Hey Rae, do you have corpses number? Do you mind sending it to me, I need to tell him something.’

A reply came in a minute,

‘umm, why. he's pretty private so idk i don't rlly wanna give his number if he doesn't want someone to have it’

You sighed, and decided you might as well tell her. You knew Rae wouldn't betray your trust.

‘He's my soulmate’

Immediately a ‘AHDJHAKJKAGDAK’ came as a reply and you giggled at the string of emojis after it.

‘Don't tell anyone,’ you sent quickly, trying to calm her down.

‘Okay okay, its XXX - XXX - XXXX, ASHAGDH IM DYING OMG. GO TALK TO HIM.’

Biting your lip you added Corpse into your contacts hesitating before putting a small black heart next to his name.

"Already simping," you mumbled under your breath, hands hovering over the keyboard as you struggled to think of what to write.

You finally decided on 'Hey, its Y/N, can I call?' thinking that something short would be the best way to go. Hand hovering over the send button, you sucked in a breath and pressed it, waiting with bated breath.

A minute passed.

And then five.

And then, without you even you realising, it'd been half an hour of you just looking at your phone.

An hour later, you were slumped on your desk, eyes closed and snoring lightly, the phone still open, the message you sent lighting up the screen.

tbc.

[pirateez]

34+35 - na jaemin

genre/warnings; smut, fluff, established relationship, dry humping, oral, 69, unprotected sex, it’s really soft fucking

word count; 1.4k

a/n; the relay cam was very relaxing and his music... i couldn’t help myself lol. this is the first fic i’m posting on here so i hope everyone enjoys it :) also not edited/proofread

when you had gotten to the dorm and entered his room he was sitting at his desk editing a photo but turned to you once the door opened. he didn’t look like he’d been up long, sipping on coffee as you took off your coat.

he watched you, waiting for you to tell him you’re ready to be suffocated with affection. as soon as you gave the okay he set his coffee down and wrapped his arms around you. the two of you waddled the two steps to his bed, stopping at the edge of it so he could pull the blanket back for you both before he let go of you to lay down. obviously, you joined him.

he watched you, waiting for you to tell him you’re ready to be suffocated with affection. as soon as you gave the okay he set his coffee down and wrapped his arms around you. the two of you waddled the two steps to his bed, stopping at the edge of it so he could pull the blanket back for you both before he let go of you to lay down. obviously, you joined him.

there wasn’t a type of cuddling jaemin didn’t like. if you wanted to cuddle but still see him, if you wanted him to hold you but didn’t feel like you looked good he’d spoon you, sometimes he wanted you to spoon him, the list goes on and on. he usually defaulting to hugging you on the bed because he liked the admire you and be able to kiss you but today you found yourself facing away from him as he snuggled into your hair.

you were perfectly content with it, eventually one of you would need to move and then you’d change how you’re cuddled up. between the warmth of jaemin’s bed, the music that he was singing and humming along to, and just being in his arms you easily became drowsy as you scrolled through whatever app on your phone.

you thought jaemin had already fallen asleep, he’d stopped singing to the music and his breathing against your ear and neck had slowed down, so you slowly reached up to place your phone on the storage of his bed frame. as you returned to your previous position jaemin lets out a grunt.

“did i wake you? sorry,” you whisper sheepishly, rubbing his hand that was on your stomach.

“was barely asleep.” jaemin slides the same hand from your stomach to your hip, grip gentle but firm. you were all too aware of the ariana grande song about sex playing in the background as you pushed your shoulder back and craned your neck to look at your boyfriend. “we need to lay differently, baby.”

“do we really..” you trail off as you push your ass against him, feeling the reason he suggested moving. it draws a groan from his lips and you grin to yourself.

jaemin’s grip on your hip tightens before he pulls away from you slightly, letting you turn to face him. you’re quick to kiss him, hands around his neck to pull him closer again. while you steal each other’s breath away you trail a hand down his torso and to his crotch, palming him through his sweats. you’re already grinning again when he pulls away from your lips to catch his breath and let out a small moan. 

“are they home too?” you ask him while pushing him lightly onto his back so you can straddle his hips. his hands fall to your thighs and he make a face over the fact that you have sweatpants on also. 

“yeah,” you grind down as he speaks, his words turning into a whimper. “they’re filming relay cams today.” 

“when do you film?” 

“i already did, before i called you.” you nod at his words, your hands sliding under his shirt as you lean forward to kiss him again. you start slow, not wanting to rush at the moment since you have the time, and continue to gyrate your hips against his. 

you pull away and jaemin chases your lips but you smirk and move to kiss his jaw up to his ear. “i think,” you kiss under his ear. “we should,” another kiss, slightly lower this time. “do what this song is about.” you place a third kiss just above his collarbone and suck gently.

another quiet moan escapes jaemin both from the thought of what you suggested and the kisses on his neck. “okay, but i want you to sit on my face.” he’s smirking when you pull away from his neck to look at him.

you’re quick to get off of him and remove your sweatpants and underwear (and your shirt when he asks you to) while jaemin does the same. you’ve sat on his face before, jaemin loves to eat you out like that, but it tended to be under different circumstances and never the two of you sixty-nine-ing. both of you were more excited than usual. 

jaemin was already on his back when you finished undressing, smiling at you as you positioned yourself over his head. his hands found your thighs again and he pulled you down to his mouth. he wastes absolutely no time and his tongue is already licking at you. he spreads his tongue across your folds before not blowing, but exhaling his breath on your cunt which causes you to shake and gasp out a moan of his name. 

he smiles to himself before going back to eating you out and you thank god silently as you finally lean forward to grasp jaemin’s cock in your hand, spitting on the tip and stroking him up and down. your spit and his precum work as enough lubricant for you to pump him until he’s fully hard. 

it doesn’t take long to get him there, his hips jerking into your hands when you tease him too much. after a bit you touch his hip bone to soothe him and wrap your lips around his tip. jaemin’s moan comes out muffled against you, vibrations rushing through you as he continues to eat you out. 

you change your pace on his tip to match the one he’s doing, eventually going faster and trying to get him off as soon as possible. his cock twitches in your mouth a couple times as you lower your mouth around him and start sucking. you move your hand from his hip to massage his balls. jaemin pulls away from your pussy to let out the most erotic moan, which normally you’d let worry you but you ignore it and continue bobbing your head, and bucks his hips into your mouth. 

jaemin quickly puts his mouth back on you and begins to lick at you like his life depends on it. he pushes two fingers into your core as revenge, his thrusts with his hand strong, and surely enough you let out a moan around his cock. 

it doesn’t take long for both of you to be on the brink of cumming, moving quicker and quicker. jaemin cums first, letting you catch his load in your mouth, before he’s tapping your thighs to move away from his face. he ignores your pleading whine and sits up to drag you into his lap again. 

his legs are hanging off the bed while he guides yours to wrap around his waist. as you put your hands on his shoulders for stability he wraps one arm around your waist and reaches between your legs with the other to grasp his cock and begin jerking it again.

“i’m gonna fuck you, babygirl,” jaemin says and lines his tip up with your hole. “okay?” 

“please, jaem.” you whimper into his ear, before letting your forehead rest against his shoulder next to your hand. 

both of you release soft sighs as he pushes into you, his hips easily meeting yours. jaemin rubs your clit as he thrusts up into you, already bringing you to the edge again. when he starts kissing and sucking on your neck you moan out, “i’m cumming, oh god!” 

jaemin whispers soft terms of endearment in your ear as he helps you come down. his hands go to your cheeks to pull you into a quick kiss and then pulls out of you and lay you on his bed. he leaves and returns a few seconds later with a washcloth to clean the both of you up. he also picks up your clothing and hands you the shirt you were wearing to put back on. 

“thanks,” you grin up at him as he pulls his sweats back on. 

“for the orgasm or cleaning you up?” jaemin giggles out while joining you in the bed again. 

“both,” you pucker your lips out as you say it and he laughs again before kissing you. “also, lets order food. i’m hungry.” 

[disabledrunner5]

The engagement of Runner Five headcanons ( spoilers for season 4,5 and 6)

Right, so I’ve hinted in the past that Sam has been considering a very important question for Five since just after season 3. Well, during season 4 and 5 Sam was....occupied.

He first had the whole ‘I’m going to marry this woman’ moment when Five did something really stupid but thoughtful.

She instigated a water fight to entertain and cheer up the kids of Abel during a heatwave one day, but as a result she got absolutely soaked, and got a lecture about the limited amount of water Abel actually had.

She also got a terrible cold after that was so bad that she was bedridden for two days and when Sam first saw her stuffed up in bed that first morning, sneezing and sniffling, he immediately thought ‘yep, she’s the one”

This scared him because it was early in their relationship, and he hadn’t even told her he loved her yet so he pushed it down in panic.

But then he began to think about it more seriously after the Abel University graduation ceremony.

He kind of had to be half talked into actually acting on it further by Maxine when she got wind of the situation, then he began talking seriously.

Obviously though a lot of time in season 4 was spent preparing for the newest addition to Abel.

It was only when he helped Five hold baby Sara after the whole zombie bite immunity situation for the first time and the way Five looked down at Sara as she did that he realised that he certainly made the right decision in thinking about it. Even if he wasn’t sure he wanted to marry Five (he was) the way she handled Sara was enough to convince him.

The meetings with Maxine became more frequent as they planned out his original plan.

Paula and Jody went on a almost impossible secret mission: ‘ring picking’ with Sam on cams and coms. Somehow not everyone had ransacked the rings in the jewellery store they ended up in that was swarming with Zombies and Paula picked up a ring which Sam knew was was the one. Jody swore it hadn’t been on a Zombs finger though.

Sam initially wanted to propose sooner but then Sigrid captured Abel and they had to go on the run.

So he resolved to do it as soon as they took back Abel, Sam could wait. He wanted it to be perfect.

But that took a while. And a scare of Runner Five getting captured, pretending to be on the ministry’s side, found out to be betraying the ministry, bitten by an actual zombie and thought to have gone grey for a few minutes. Oh and struggling with what would be later known as Moonchild syndrome (yep as of writing this I’ve just got to that part in ZRS6 where the thing going on with Five actually gets a name)

As I mentioned in a recent fic I wrote, with the New Canton Runner Five aka Five’s dad, long dead by now, and knowing Five would have wanted him to ask, Sam had to resort to asking Peter for her hand in marriage, as Simon was the closest thing she had to an older brother before his betrayal, she still saw him as such even after that point and she was had grown close to Peter as a result too. That hadn’t changed about their relationship.

Asking Peter went down swimmingly, really it went surprisingly well, but Peter did kind of ask why the heck he was asking him and why did he have to ask, joking that ‘I’m honoured Sam but it’s not the Victorian era Sam you don’t have to ask....no wait actually beat me in a duel first then you can marry her. But of course you can bloody marry her!’

Five was extremely oblivious to all of this proposal business by the way.

Although Moonchild did pick up on it and question and hint about it to her, she never actually got those hints.

Sam had the ring with him when he was captured by the ministry. But dropped it as he was being dragged across the training ground on the way to the place where he was tortured by Ian and later rescued by Five.

Funnily enough, Five picked up the ring. But Paula smartly threw her off by saying it was Maxine’s gifted by Paula it upon Sara’s birth and Maxine had given it to Paula for good luck on this mission.

So she handed it back to Paula, none the wiser. And Paula got it back to Sam when he began to panic that he had lost the ring.

Sam proposed at the raising of the ‘flag’ of victory/liberation. Sam made sure he was behind Five and facing everyone and Five was turned with her back to everyone else as Five actually doesn’t like to be the focus of attention, and tends to panic if she’s suddenly put on the spot in front of a large audience but EVERYONE witnessed it without Five realising at first.

Five’s reaction to the whole thing was nodding her head vigorously whilst fighting back tears of shock and happiness. Before flinging her arms around Sam and actually crying and muttering that she couldn’t believe anyone would want to spend the rest of their life with her.

Although she had a minor panic attack after answering when everyone began cheering and she realised everyone and not just her close knit friends were watching them.

Sam had to usher everyone away from her and calm her down, which he was very good at. She was fine, just a bit too overwhelmed.

Everyone was excited about it and happy for them.

They were in the comms shack, Sam had his arm wrapped around Five and Five huddled into him as they talked with the rest of the Noah base collective as they all excitedly talked about the wedding as Tom ran in with the message from Janine.

When they got into their bunk room, and tidied it up to make it suitable to sleep in, they had a talk about some of the preparations and when they were going to actually do it.

Five and Sam didn’t decide on anything really that night though.

Except that, after a fairly big discussion they decided that Jamie was going to have to officiate. ....if they can get him out of the Minister’s hands.

And that they’d have to beg Jack, Eugene, Zoe and Phil not to broadcast the news when they tell them.

....but that could be easier said than done and could wait until the morning. For the moment, Five’s just happy she can finally build a future of her own with Sam.

[storiesforallfandoms]

when they wrongfully accuse you of cheating ~ misfits

request?: yes!

“Hello, can you do please do post about Misfits when they wrongly accuses reader of cheating? Have a nice day❤”

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, angst

masterlist (one, two)

FITZ:

After his not so great run in with She Who Shall Not be Names (Katerino), Cameron’s trust levels were not very high. When he started dating you, he tried to push those concerns to the back of his mind. You had a similar experience with an ex as he had with Kate, so he felt the likeliness of you cheating on him was very slim. But then he met a friend of yours, a friend that happened to be a guy, a guy friend that Cameron felt was getting a little too close to you. This, unfortunately, resulted in a fight that lasted nearly an entire hour. “(Y/F/N) is just a friend, Cam! There’s nothing between us!” “You spend so much more time with him than you do with me, though. You’re always out together, you always want to hang out with him, you were even out with him the other night when you told me you were going out for a girl’s night!” You scoffed and handed the final blow of the argument, “If you fucking listened to me for one second you’d let me explain that (Y/F/N) is fucking gay!” You slammed the door behind you as you left Cameron’s apartment, leaving him speechless, heartbroken, and feeling like a complete fucking idiot.

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INOTORIOUS:

While Matt often did join in on the jokes at his expense with his friends, he couldn’t help but take them to heart too. He knew none of his friends meant anything by what they were saying, but he often found himself believing the playful insults they threw his way. This led to him believing he wasn’t good enough to be with you and worrying about the day when you’d realize you could do better and break up with him. All his fears and insecurities came to a head when he noticed how close of friends you and Cam were becoming. “I don’t like that you hang out with Cam so much.” You looked up at him over your laptop, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?” “I just...I don’t like it. I don’t mind that you’re friends with the guys, but you and Cam are...you’re different. I don’t like it.” You placed your laptop aside and sat up so you could directly walk to him. “What exactly is different about me and Cam?” “You just...you’re all touchy feely and you have inside jokes and you hang out alone together a lot...like...like a lot a lot.” “I don’t hang out with Cam alone at all. Usually one of the guys is there with us.” “You go out smoking weed with him.” “Yeah, and you can see us through the glass windows that lead out into the backyard, that’s hardly alone. What’s this really about, Matt?” He shuffled in his seat, not wanting to voice the concerns that he had. He was looking down at his hands, avoiding eye contact at all costs. This was enough of an answer for you. “You think I’m gonna fool around with Cam behind your back?” Matt started to shake his head, but then stopped. “Matt, you know I’d never do that to you. Cam is just my friend, I think of him as the big brother I never had.” “But he’s...he’s like...so much better than I am...” You stood up to hug Matt, bringing his head to your chest and cradling him as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Cam is far from better than you, Matt. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. I’d be crazy to let you go for anyone else, let alone Cam. You’re my one and only, okay? I love you.”

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MCCREAMY:

Long distance relationships sucked ass. Especially when the person you were dating was in a whole other country with a totally conflicting time zone. Having the times line up where you and Jay could call one another and talk for long periods of time very rarely ever lined up. It was hard, but the two of you tried your best. You texted each other at least once every day and tried to call when possible, and even posted cute little Instagram things just so you could tag one another in them. Jay saw one of these posts one day and his heart felt light with happiness. He wished he could just see you in person and finally be able to hold you and kiss you. He was about to continue scrolling when another post by you popped up, this time with another guy. It was a mirror selfie from a club of some kind. You were dressed in short shorts and a crop top and you were basically sitting in the guy’s lap. Jay felt himself becoming slightly angry at the post. Obviously you had meant to post it, there was a caption and the person was tagged, but had you meant for him to see it? He called you almost immediately, not caring if he was waking you or interrupting something. You answered on the second ring, sounding like you had been drifting off to sleep. “Jay? What’s up?” “Who is that in your latest Instagram picture?” You hummed in response, still out of it. “Didn’t I post one of the two of us?” “I meant before that.” You made another noise like you were thinking, before saying, “Oh, that’s (Y/F/N).” “Why were you sat on his lap in the picture?” “Jay, can we talk about this later? I can barley form a coherent thought right now so it feels like everything you’re saying it going over my head.” “No, I want you to tell me right now why you posted that picture with another guy.” There was some shuffling, then the sound of a light turning on. He could hear you yawn on the other end before you said, “Did you read the caption at all?” “A little.” He hadn’t. “Then you know that the picture is from years ago, before you and I even met. And that I was posting it to remember when (Y/F/N) and I met years ago in a bar when he photobombed a picture I was taking.” Jay was silent. He didn’t really know how to respond to that at all. He was starting to feel like an idiot, why didn’t he just read the caption? “I’m gonna go back to sleep,” you said, breaking the silence. “Call me at a reasonable time when you’re ready to apologize for whatever this was about.” Jay listened as you hung up, leaving him in shocked silence, feeling like a complete idiot.

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SWAGGERSOULS:

Despite his jokes online about his appearance, Swagger was actually pretty insecure about the way he looked. When the two of you had first started talking online, he refused to do video calls or to send you pictures for the first while because he was afraid you wouldn’t find him attractive. He build a small bit of confidence to finally start talking to you face to face and to actually meet you in person. But the insecurities regarding his looks were always there, and they led to your first fight as a couple when Swagger saw you dancing with a guy while you, the Misfits, and some of your girl friends were out together. “Why the fuck were you dancing with him?!” he called over the thumping club music. “I didn’t know I was dancing with him! I thought it was (Y/F/N)! We went out onto the dancefloor together and I thought she was still behind me. I didn’t know it was another guy until you came over.” Swagger scoffed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “Nothing.” “No, tell me Swagger.” “I just have a hard time believing you didn’t know some guy was grinding up behind you and you really just thought it was your friend. Did you really think I wouldn’t see? That I wouldn’t do anything about it?” “I didn’t fucking know!” “Whatever, (Y/N). Enjoy your dancing!” He left you shocked as you watched him walk away. Your face was on fire from anger and confusion, meanwhile Swagger was downing the beer he had in his hand, hoping to forget the night entirely when he woke up the next morning.

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TOBYONTHETELE:

Toby prided herself on not being jealous or jumping to conclusions. She had a massive amount of trust in you, she always had. You had never given her a reason to believe otherwise. But when you started hiding your text messages from her, taking your phone with you every time you left the room instead of just leaving it there like you usually did, being vague about where you were and what you were doing, Toby couldn’t help but feel suspicious. You had never acted this way before, and she knew she shouldn’t jump to conclusions but she just couldn’t help it. All the signs pointed to one thing: you were seeing someone else. Toby worried over it for so long that she nearly made herself sick, and that’s when she finally snapped. She confronted you when you came home from one of your secret “errands” you went on. “If you’re cheating on me, just fucking break up with me and get it over with.” You were shocked. “What? Babe, I’m not cheating on you. Why would you think that?” “You’re so secretive and you hide your texts from me and your phone. You’re always so open with me, but lately you’ve been hiding something. The only logical thing is you’re seeing someone else.” You tried to hold back your laugh but it was nearly impossible. You started to giggle, which frustrated Toby even more. “Toby, I’m not seeing someone else. It’s going to ruin everything, but I was being secretive cause I was trying to plan this big surprise birthday party for you.” You laughed harder at her dumbfounded face as you hugged her and kissed her cheek. “You know I’d never cheat on you, babe. I love you too much.”

~~~~~~

ZUCKLES:

Mason loved to party. Literally everyone knew that, you included. You were more than fine with that, but what you weren’t fine with was him always leaving you alone when he went to parties. At first it was just nerve wracking considering the fact that you didn’t know anyone, but then it became downright frustrating for your boyfriend to leave your side the minute you walked through the doors of a house party or a club. It was even worst because it gave creepy drunk guys the opportunity to try and flirt with you because you were there all alone. The night that Mason finally caught some guy getting a little too close to you, you felt relief when he saved you. The relief quickly went away when Mason’s angry face turned to face you. “Who the fuck was that?” You scrunched up your nose at the stench of alcohol coming from him. “Some creep. Can we go home?” “Why was he getting close to you like that?” You scoffed. “Why are you getting so angry? He was flirting with me, not the other way around Mason.” “I don’t like finding my girlfriend getting close with some other dude when I’m not around. How many times has this happened?” You felt anger rising within you. How the fuck was he here getting angry with you when you were the one being hit on by some creep? “It’s happened nearly every time that you have left me alone when we go out, Mason. Which, newsflash, has been every time we go out! Don’t fucking stand here and get angry with me when you leave me alone for creepy drunk guys to try and hit on every time we go out! Also, the fact that you’d even think that I would hit on a guy when you’re not around is an extremely low fucking blow, Mason. I love you more than anything, I would never even think about flirting with someone else. The fact that you’re accusing me of anything right now and not listening to me is so fucking disgusting. I thought we had trust Mason!” When you started to walk away, Mason grabbed your arm. “Where are you going?” You yanked your arm free and responded, “Home! You make the decision if you trust me enough to believe me!”

[kylie-writes-stuff]

“wife”

pairing: corpse husband x reader (female)

words: 1,714

requested?: no (send some in tho pls :) )

plot/summary: felix invites his friend, y/n, to play among us when they need an extra player. her and corpse get along well

authors note: so this isnt that good and i know a lot of corpse fics use a similar plot. i just wanted to try to write for corpse. hopefully things i write for him in the future are better. let me know what you think tho! also i really wanted reader to be best friends with karl bc i love him sm. uh every swiggly line is like a small time skip. this was written late at night btw and i didnt take much time to go over it

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You sat up from laying down when you heard your phone ring. You looked at the caller ID.

Felix.

"What's up Felix?" You ask with a small yawn.

"Aww, how sweet," You hear in the background.

You giggle and ask, "Is that Sean? Hi Sean!"

"Yeah, we're playing Among Us and need an extra player. You down?" Felix explained.

"Sure, just give me a few minutes. See you soon, whore"

"Bitc-" You hang up before he can finish.

You got up and turned off your TV, going to get ready. 

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You quickly tweet out that you're going live and say something on your insta story as well. You start your stream and slowly watch people flood in.

"Hey everyone! How are you guys doing?" You wave and smile, reading the chat.

"Everyone doing good, awesome! And i'm sorry to anyone having a bad day. I hope i can brighten it a bit!"

"Okay, sorry i didn't give you a further notice. I didn't even know i was gonna stream. Felix invited me to play Among Us so... here we are!"

You quickly join the discord and pull up the game, putting a cover over where the code goes.

"Hello?" You ask as you join the call. A chorus of greetings came your way.

"(Y/n)?"

"Karl!" You smile brightly.

Karl Jacobs was a good friend of yours. You would play on the Dream SMP sometimes. When you would, it would mostly be you being stupid with Karl and Alex, also known as Quackity. You were even a well know citizen of El Rapids.

"LET'S GOOOOO!" He yelled, making you laugh.

"Hey (Y/n), do you know everyone here?" Sean asks you.

"Um," You quickly scan through the names, "no, i don't think so."

You recognized names but you only personally knew Felix, Sean, Karl, and Ethan.

"Oh my god! Your voice is so cute!" Pokimane exclaims.

You giggle softly, "Thank you Poki!"

You're voice wasn't high pitched or anything like that, you just always spoke very softly and calmly. You were also a bit quiet.

Felix introduces you to those that you didn't know.

"There's one more person we're waiting for," He says.

While everyone waits, you and Karl run around each other's little characters and make jokes between yourselves. You mute yourself to read donations every once in a while.

You hear the discord chime, signaling that someone joined the call.

"WAIT CORPSE! DON'T SPEAK YET!" Felix yelled. "We have a new player. This is my friend (Y/n), say hi to her"

"Hello (Y/n)," Corpse said. You were taken aback by how deep his voice was but you didn't show it.

"Hi Corpse! Nice to meet you!" You said happily.

"Okay, how is she not freaking out?" Bretman said, making everyone laugh.

"Uh, (Y/n), do you mind letting me have black? It's cool if not.." Corpse asked gently.

"O-oh sure, no problem." You were usually black with the pink flamingo hat, but you ran over to the little computer and changed your color.

"Simp," Ethan mumbled, knowing you never switch from black.

"Thank you," He said, then the game started.

The word “Imposter” appeared on your screen in red, yours and Corpse's characters underneath.

As the game started, you thought no one could hear you so you spoke to your chat. "His voice was so deep, what the fuck? Holy shit that was hot, i'm gonna-"

"(Y/n)," Rae laughed, "You know we're playing proximity chat, right."

You blushed as you realized and said "Ha, anyways..." and ran to start faking tasks.

You ended up in electrical with Karl. "(Y/n)! My good friend, my buddy, you would never kill me right? Haha..." He said.

"Of course not, Karl! My good friend, my buddy. Why, I'm not even imposter," I said as i quickly dipped into the vent and back out, making him laugh.

I decided to show him because I knew Karl wouldn't say anything, and it's funny.

"Oh that's good then. Are you sure you're not imposter?"

"Mhm, pretty sure," You said, going back in. As you came out, Sykkuno walked in and froze.

"Uh, (Y/n)?"

"Fuck... Karl run! Go!" You said, Karl starting to leave. You walked closer and quickly killed Sykkuno then vented to security.

"That was close..." You told your chat.

You saw Corpse as you made your way around the map and walked into navigation.

"Hey, Corpse, how ya doing?"

"Ah you know, good. Just being crewmate and all."

You stifled a laugh, "Oh yeah I feel that, buddy."

"Yeah because there's no way that i'm imposter. No way i could be faking tasks and there's no possible way you could be the other imposter" He said quickly.

"For sure. Hypothetically speaking, though, if you were imposter, how many people would you have killed by now?"

"I would say probably around two."

"Interesting," You said right before a body was reported. It was Sykkuno's. Felix and Rae were also dead.

"WHAT!" Corpse yelled.

"Where was the body at?" Sean laughed.

"Uh I found it in electrical," Bretman said.

"I'm pretty sure Karl was in there earlier."

You calmly said, "It's not Karl, I was with him for most of the round."

"How do we know the two of you aren't imposters?" Sean asked.

"I was alone with him, he would have taken the chance to kill me."

"No, he's your best friend."

"He's also ruthless,"

"TRUE! SO TRUE!" Karl yelled.

"So skip?" Corpse asked.

Everyone agreed and the voting was skipped.

The next round, I spent with Ethan. He was pretending to be mad at me because Sean said Karl was my best friend.

"What happened to Blue Boi Buddies, huh?!" He exclaimed.

"Neither of our hair is even blue anymore!" You argued back.

You were in reactor with him when Corpse and Poki walked in. He hit the lights and you took it as a sign to double kill. He killed Poki, you killed Ethan, and the two of you made your way to electrical to help fix lights.

You and Corpse went the opposite direction of reactor after the lights were fixed, Karl going with you.

Poki's body was reported. That double kill only left you, Corpse, Sean, Karl and Bretman. You only needed two more kills.

"I still think it's Karl and (Y/n)," Sean said quickly.

"I was with (Y/n) the whole time," Corpse said, "In fact, I think it's you."

"That does make sense. Why so quick to accuse others, Sean?" You ask.

"It's not me!" He yelled.

"I actually agree with Corpse and (Y/n)," Bretman said.

"I was with you!"

We all voted for Sean, him voting for Karl. Sean was ejected.

When you load into spawn, you wait for the kill cool down and kill Bretman, saving Karl.

"Victory" appeared on your screen.

"God damn it!" Sean yelled.

"Good job, (Y/n)," Corpse said lowly.

You smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks, "You too Corpse."

"Their voices go together and they're a fuckin dream team? What have i done...," Felix sighed.

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A few more games went by. Most of them you and Corpse spent together, whether you were both crewmates or if one of you was imposter.

You really enjoyed his company and you actually got along with him pretty well.

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"(Y/n), before we get serious, I have one question to ask you." Corpse said as both of your characters stopped.

"What's that?" You giggled.

"Do you know Bingus?"

"Bingus? As in, our lord and savior, Bingus?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, "It's settled, you're my wife now."

This made both of you laugh and your chat go crazy.

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Eventually, people had to start leaving. You said your goodbyes to everyone and left the discord call and the game.

You set stream to where it was just your face cam.

"Guys, what should we do now?"

You saw some people asking what time it was for you.

"It's 3 AM right now... I’m not tired though.” You had been streaming for a few hours; You never even noticed how late it got.

People in chat were yelling at you to go to sleep, making you chuckle.

“How about we do a quick QnA, then at 3:30 I go to bed. Deal?”

You watched as the chat filled with questions. They obviously seemed to like the idea.

“‘Who is your best friend? Karl or Ethan?’ Neither, Alex Quackity. Next question.” You answered quickly.

You laughed, “I’d like to clarify that that’s a joke, i love all my friends equally.”

You answered more questions. Some were from new viewers asking basic questions, some were about future streams and videos. 

“‘How do you feel about people shipping you and Corpse?’“ People are already shipping us?” You laughed, “I’ve said before that I’m okay with shipping, as long as the other person is too. I think it’s funny.”

You continued to read chat. “Wait, we’re trending?”

You checked Twitter and “#(your and corpse’s ship name)” was trending in the US.

You laughed as you scrolled through the tag, “Oh this is so funny.”

“Fanart already?! You guys are so talented!”

You read chat, looking for more questions. You saw people telling you that it’s 3:30.

“Okay fine, a deal’s a deal. I hope you all have, or had, a great day and I’ll see you guys later. Depending on what time it is for you, you should also get some sleep. Stay hydrated, love you!” You ended stream.

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You scrolled through Twitter as you laid in bed, liking fanart and dumb memes. Also replying to a few of your friends’ tweets.

karl :) @/KarlJacobs_

@/(your username) what the honk ?

*clip of you saying Quackity was your best friend*           

You liked the tweet and replied, “karl no,,, look away,,,”

You continued scrolling, feeling your eyes get droopy. Your eyes fell closed but quickly opened when your phone vibrated. It was a DM. 

From Corpse.

You two had followed each other earlier.

Corpse: hey (y/n), just wanted to say you’re really cool and i’d love to play again with you soon 

You smiled, a light blush spreading across your cheeks, and replied.

You: i’d love to, corpse

Corpse: ok, see you soon ‘wife’

You: back at ya, ‘husband”

Corpse: :)

You: :)

[mayakern]

I saw on your Twitter you play dnd! What kind of character do you play and what system? Also, do you do your own commissions of your characters or do you get it from other artists?

oh hell yeah i love dnd!!! i mostly just play 5E but my regular group did our second session in city of mists last night and it was SUPER fun (we play that instead of our ongoing game whenever our aussie players can’t make it)

i don’t usually reuse dnd characters because even tho i love my characters, they usually all end up with their own history and relationship to their games so adapting them feels weird, but here’s a run down of some of my favorite characters i’ve played! (and ye all this art is by me)

1. anenome (or nem for short)

she’s a water genasi arcane trickster rogue/divination wizard. she’s from a game where we started out playing kids (nem was 11) and then after a Big Event had an 11 year time skip where everyone in the party had to separate before a big reunion. she used to be a really shy and sweet and optimistic kid, but after everything fell apart and she became an accidental criminal, she stopped believing in any sort of fairness in the world and grew up super jaded and nihilistic, tho she still strives to protect that spark of optimism in others (not that she’d admit that). she is SUPER SUPER gay and is married to flare (fire genasi sorcerer). they have a bunch of history and i love them a lot!

2. nora

this is my city of mists character!! she’s a twitch streamer/cam girl/only fans model/l33t h4x0r. she’s clever and compassionate and very silly and a bit gross. part of her backstory is that when she was a relatively new twitch streamer, someone tried to cyberbully her by calling her a “garfield looking ass motherfucker” and so she immediately dyed her hair orange and made that her entire persona just to fuck with them (thus the custom garf headset).

3. hemlock

hemlock is an onomancy wizard! she was made for a storybook game — essentially all the characters lived on a bookshelf in someone’s home and can travel between books.

when characters travel into a new book, especially if it’s an “active” book (i.e. currently being read), they get assigned a role that is both available and closest to their archetype (so, as a wizard, if hemlock entered a book of king arthur’s tales she would likely be assigned as morrigan or merlin if available, or another magic user if not).

hemlock herself was from a story where her family (two sisters and her mother) were turned from good witches/princesses (it was unclear) into evil hags/witches and hemlock bartered her name (and right eye) to keep her mind/heart/goodness.

the onomancy wizard subclass is SUPER interesting and fun and is all about the naming of things and works super well with fairytale stuff (which i love). tbh i REALLY want to play hemlokc more. that game was insanely fun and ended prematurely due to scheduling difficulties. i just don’t think there is another game setting that would ever work for her bc she is so specific.

4. althea

my most recent character is althea! she’s an aasimar grave cleric. she woke up in a morgue about two weeks ago (in game time) and instantly fell in love with the mortician who discovered she was still(?) alive. she has no memories of her past (and tbh no real desire to go looking for them). she is smart but also a dumb ass, has 6 charisma and no sense of self preservation and is completely and utterly in love with rosemary (the mortician, now barkeep) and will literally do anything she wants, no questions asked (and will even do things she THINKS rosemary wants unasked... such as maybe yoinking a very obviously cursed goblet from a ritual circle of living corpses in literally the first game session just bc she thought rosemary would think it was cool).

5. penny

penny was my first long-term dnd character! she was my third dnd character ever but in a lot of ways i consider her my first because the other two were run primarily in 4E and didn’t meet often enough (or just enough period) for me to get a grasp on them or the game mechanics.

penny is a light domain cleric. she was made for a buddy cop game i joined randomly on roll20 because i couldn’t find a consistent group to meet with IRL. i was super nervous to join a random game with strangers but really wanted to play dnd so i gave it a shot and i am SO glad i did because i still play with that group! or.. what became of that group. it started out as a group of me and a bunch of strangers, but i quickly made friends with the DM and one of the other players, then devin joined a couple months in, and slowly original players left for various reasons and we invited other ppl in (a couple of my friends, the other longterm player’s gf, etc) and now that is the main group i still play with! (nem and nora and a bunch of my other characters are from games w that group)

when the game was open for player/character apps, we were asked to pitch what role our character would play in a buddy cop movie and i picked the straight man archetype (haha i know). penny is very sweet and shy and wholesome.

i have a bunch of other characters, most of which can be found on toyhouse, but this post is already way too long as is! whoops!