#ooh double trouble

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Ask game, please! AU where Yoichi, back in the Dawn of Quirks, discovers that he does have a quirk. He can steal the quirks from anyone he bites. Please.

Ehehe ok, two people asking

1- Yoichi discovers this the first time he's kidnapped. (It's one of his brother's goons on order to scare him.) They cover his mouth with one hand, holds the other away from his face, igniting a fire on it and threatening to light the whole building up if he fights. Yoichi bites his hand at the same time his brother kicks in the door, so he assumes the fire flickered out in fear and barely even realizes his body runs a little warmer than it used to.

2- until a dinner with his brother turns into a screaming match and Yoichi slams his hand down on the table, ready to march out- and then smells smoke. AfO is stunned that his little brother has a metapower after all, and one... Familiar, to him, but Yoichi thinks it only makes sense and is so happy to finally have one of his own.

3- he talks about being a fire themed hero and teases that he should have had red eyes where his greedy brother had green. AfO doesn't want him to suspect that his quirk might be something more, so he acts like it's just a little fire quirk, nothing for Yoichi to get too excited about, it's not very strong and he's still sick, don't want to catch a fever.

4- but Yoichi did realize what his quirk actually was. He feigns ignorance as well, until yet another argument with his brother leads to AfO trying to steal his quirk- unsuccessfully. Yoichi bites him in retaliation. He can't steal anything from him either. AfO quickly locks Yoichi up so he can't interact with anyone he could potentially take a quirk from.

5- this leads to Second inheriting a stockpile of a couple powers from Yoichi (fire, and a limited stamina boost), as well as the ability to steal more by biting- but he realizes he can't use any he stole. When OfA is passed to Third, Third can use any quirks Second stole - but none from Yoichi or that Third takes. This continues until All Might, who's able to use all of the quirks in the stockpile, but can't seem to steal any. He wonders if the quirk is full. It certainly seems to be, and Izuku is under the impression he can't steal any more either, and wouldn't want to with how difficult balancing the huge amount of powers from All Might already is. That is until the Muscular fight, when Izuku gets desperate and bites- and is suddenly able to use the muscle quirk where the villain can't. (Izuku finds using any he himself steals easier than the ones given to him, but he's determined to figure those out anyway.)

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DOUBLE TROUBLE 2 - C. BROCK & S. GOLBACH.

warnings: HEAVY SMUT, fingering, oral (only giving), cursing/swearing, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up fellas), threesome, colbys a big ol’ meanie.

MINORS DNI

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Your heart hammered in your chest as you stared blankly at an angry Colby in Sam’s doorway. Your dress had been flipped up, revealing your soaked panties and bare ass to your two best friends in theroom with you. Sam was sat in his boxers and t-shirt, cheeks flushed red from the previous orgasm you had brought to him. Colby, however, was red with rage.

“Well?” Colby snapped, awaiting your answer.

“I-uhm.” You trailed off, not knowing what to say to save yourself in this moment, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Colby repeated, shutting the door as he sauntered over to you, looking down at you furiously, “Is that what you are?”

“Yes, I’m really sorry.” You whispered, feeling intimidated by his presence so close to you.

Colby’s eyes flickered black as his hand reached up to stroke your cheek, “You know what I think you are?” He murmured, his hand gently caressing your warm skin, “A fucking slut.” His hand quickly grasped your chin as he directed your head to look at him.

“Don’t you agree, Sam?”

Sam sat up, positioning himself behind you, pressing his chest flush against your back, “Oh, yeah, such a fucking whore.” He whispered in your ear, erupting a slight whimper in your throat.

“I think she likes it when we call her that, Colby.” Sam noticed, his arms coming up to rub your arms softly, “Don’t you?”

“Yes.” You breathed, not breaking eye contact with Colby as he held your chin tightly.

“Why am I not surprised?” Colby spat, his brooding expression watching your closely, “Whore’s like you love being called them.”

As quickly as the situation began, it was beginning to unfold at the same pace as you were pushed to your side, and onto your back on the bed, “So, why don’t we treat you like one?” Sam added to Colby’s comments.

“I-“

“Shhh, no talking, sweetheart,” Sam silenced you as he hovered over you, a cheeky smile resting on his lips.

“Yeah, you’ve used your mouth enough, you slut.” Colby barked, walking slowly around the side of the bed to stand next to your head. You peered up at his face, his expression still one of annoyance.

“You wanna get treated like the whore you are, don’t you?” Colby questioned, his hands playing with your hair as it sprawled onto the sheets.

“Yes, please.”

“Ooh, how polite of our girl.” Sam teased, grinning down at you, “If only you were this sweet beforehand.”

“I’m sorry, guys, really.” You pleaded, not wanting them to be angry at you long term.

“Save it, bitch.” Colby spat, dragging you sit up in front of him, “On all fours. Now.” He ordered, beginning to undo his belt in front of you.

You did exactly as Colby told you to. Sliding onto all fours, your dress had rode up to your hips, exposing your panties to Sam, who had placed himself behind you. Your heart rate increased rapidly as you heard both of their belts unbuckle, and then their trousers fall down to their ankles. You knew exactly what was coming for you.

“You’re so fucking lucky we’ve wanted to fuck you for years.” Colby informed you, his hard cock visible through the bulge in his boxers, “But, unlucky for you, I’m not gonna be nice, baby.” A evil smirk resting comfortably on his lips as he stared down at you. Words failed you as you gulped down any nerves you had left in you.

“Undress me then, bitch? God.” Colby cursed, an expression of distaste slapping over his face, watching as you scrambled to pull down his boxers for the second time tonight.

Meanwhile, Sam, behind you, slowly pulled your panties down to your thighs, making you jump as he prodded your entrance with the tip of his cock—making him chuckle loudly when you yelped in surprise.

“Forget about me, princess?” Sam queried, rubbing the head of his dick all along your slicked wet pussy, “I’m offended.”

“And did you forget she’s a total cock whore, Sam?” Colby asked as you took his shaft into the small of your hand, stroking him slowly, “She’s been fucked dumb, by me might I add, that she can’t function when she’s within two feet of a hard cock.”

“Sam.” You mumbled, your lips kissing the end of Colby’s dick, tasting the salty pre-cum that slipped out.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” Sam asked, caressing the swell of your ass, “You need me?”

“Please, yes, Sam, please.” You begged, kitten-licking Colby’s cock.

“Then shut the fuck up and suck me, and he might do it.” Colby growled, grabbing your hair, pushing your head down.

Colby sure was pissed off.

His hard cock slid down your throat, hitting the back as you gagged around him—hearing him laugh as you did so. He slid in and out of your mouth, groaning occasionally as your tongue licked the underside of his cock as slipped in your throat slowly. Wrapping your hand around the base of cock, jerking it off as you couldn’t fit it in your mouth, you sucked the tip, helping him reach his finish.

As you were taking Colby’s dick in your throat, you felt Sam’s fingers slip inside your clenching hole, causing you to moan around Colby’s length when Sam curled fingers, hitting the sweet spot inside you. Sam continued to fuck you with his fingers, feeling his cold rings lay flat against your entrance, while Colby’s dick still abused your uvula.

You jerked Colby faster as he praised you from above, “Yeah, that’s it, you slut, don’t stop doing that.”

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Sam muttered from behind you, his fingers still blasting in and out of your desperate hole, “So good for us.”

Whining against Colby, you felt Sam move behind you, and slowly push his cock into you. His cock stretched you open, the burn fuelling your pleasure as this thrusts gained rhythm.

“Jesus, so tight.” Sam mumbled under his breath, grasping your hips as he fucked you into ecstasy, his cock bellowing deep inside you, assaulting your cervix.

Colby, on the other hand, had resulted in tugging at your hair as he fucked your mouth relentlessly, “Holy fucking shit, you stupid bitch.” Colby called, his head thrown back as you gagged around him, tears streaming from your eyes as his cock rammed deep into your throat.

Your knuckles turned white from gripping Colby’s t-shirt so hard as you ruthlessly deep throated him, while Sam obliterated your pussy from behind. Sam’s fingers also leaving visual indentations on your hips as he grabbed onto your skin while his cock drilled into you.

“Fuck me, I’m gonna cum all down your slutty throat, baby.” Colby whined, his eyes screwed shut as he let you work your magic around his cock, feeling your tongue lick him clean as he continued to ruin your mouth.

“God, your pussy is perfect for me, baby.” Sam mewled from behind you, his thrusts bouncing your forward—forcing Colby’s cock further down your throat.

Soon enough, Colby let out a low groan as his grip on your hair tightened, then suddenly feeling his seed cover your tastebuds as it shot down your throat. His thrusts into your mouth slowed down as his cum filled it, some dribbling down the side of your lips. Quickly following, Sam filled your pussy up with his cum, moaning out your name as his orgasm washed over him as Colby slipped out your mouth—releasing your pretty whines and whimpers into the room. Sam finished up, slipped out of you, causing you to crash onto the bed, feeling exhaustion take over.

You sat up at the sudden noise of the boys getting dressed, and walking towards the door, “H-Hey, what about me?”

“What about you?” Sam asked, doing up his belt.

“I didn’t cum.” You stated, a frown on your face as you clit throbbed for attention.

“What a shame,” Colby mocked, pulling a faux sad face at you, “Maybe next time don’t be such a whore.”

As they both headed out the door, Sam turned back to face you, “We’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

Leaving you high, dry and naked on Sam’s bed, you felt his cum drip out of your hole and onto his sheets. Sighing loudly, you stood up slowly, feeling your legs wobble as you readjusted your dress. Checking your makeup in the mirror, you left Sam’s room and made your way back down to the party and to your friends.

“Hey, where the hell have you been?” Tara exclaimed, grabbing a hold of your hand as she beamed in front of you.

“Hi,” You breathed, smiling back at her, “Sorry, I didn’t feel so good, so I just went to lie down upstairs.”

“Oh, shit,” She spoke, concern washing over her face, “Sam and Colby just got back before you did, they’ve been gone ages as well, did you see where they went to?”

Gulping quietly, you shrugged your shoulders, “Not a clue, I was in the guest bedroom.”

“Weird.” Tara mumbled, leading you back to the party.

“Very.” You replied, locking eyes with Colby as he stood with Corey and Sam, watching your every move.

And before you could make it to the dance floor before you lost his gaze, he shot you a devilish wink and a smirk as you got lost in the music.

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HIII EVERYONE

i’m not drunk anymore and but i am tired as hell.

this was a short one as i know they wouldn’t wait long to fuck u HAHA

and i know this was highly requested so i hope you all like it! thank you so so much for all of the love i’m so appreciative of all you <3

i also wanna say that i’ll probably write more smut than fluff as i can’t write cute shit for some reason, especially like pregnancy stuff like my unavailable part 2 (i hate it)

love u all

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Lavender Haze

A Roommate WandaNat x Reader au

Summary- You were in your freshmen year when Wanda and Natasha took an interest in you. Now in your junior year, you are their roommate but things aren't as simple as they seem.

Behind closed door, you become their plaything. Sometimes it works in your favor and sometimes it doesn't. Only time can tell if you will survive this toxic arrangement or not?

Warning - choking, humiliation, slapping,  reader in trouble, wandanat are toxic as hell, they love reader in their own way but not much, dom/sub undertone etc

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You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, one leg draped over the big panda stuff toy you got yourself last summer. Wanda and Natasha had mocked you for it but you didn't care, the purpose of the toy was very clear, being squeezed to death. Every night when you had it in a suffocating grip or one leg draped over it as you drift to sleep, you would mentally flip a bird off to the couple with whom you shared this three bedroom duplex apartment.

"What the.." You panicked when you were lifted off from the bed and in the air, flaying your arms, you tried to find the ground, your toes brushing against it slightly. Before you could make much out of it, you were dragged outside and toward the kitchen, you knew it was Natasha and the glimpse of her red hair confirmed it. She had quite a habit of manhandling her way around you. They both do but Natasha was more efficient at it.

Your sleepy eyes caught the other half of the couple sitting on the kitchen stool, her fingers tapping against the screen of her phone. Natasha dropped you on the floor, not too gently. "Ow.. fuck yo-" Before you could even finish the sentence, the back of Wanda's hand collided with your cheek. Instantly tears welled up in your eyes, the sleep long gone.

"2." Wanda simply reminded you of the number of chances you have left before you get in serious trouble and you ignored the uneasy feeling that creeped up your stomach at the thought. Her weird rules about unnecessary swearing somehow only seemed to apply on you but not her own girlfriend who had a mouth of a sailor when she would be in her zone. Sometimes you wondered was it because of her frustration of not getting her way around Natasha that made her double down on you.

You ignored the strawberry blonde in front of you and took in the smell of cocoa in the kitchen, "What is it? Ooh pancakes- Ouch, Natty Please." You whimpered in pain when fingers tangled in your hair, tugging on the roots, you hand instantly wrapped around Natasha's trying to ease the tugging but your strength was nothing compared to hers.

"I came to make breakfast for your ungrateful little ass and look what I found!" Natasha turned your head toward the sink and you whimpered more at the sight of the dishes from last night than at the burning in your scalp. Natasha had told you to do the dishes and you had snapped at her, promising to do it later but you never got the time as Wanda had grabbed you to watch a movie, falling asleep there in her arm as she would massage your scalp. You wanted to blame Wanda but knowing that it would not only earn you a good smacking from Natasha but Wanda too.

"I am sorry. I will do it now." You pleaded hoping she would let go off your hair now but the woman hardly paid a heed to her grip, instead decided to reward you with a condescending look as she stared you down, "You lack too much of the cognitive ability to remember a simple task, Darling. I hardly doubt you have the motor coordination to perform it." Natasha mocked and Wanda snickered from behind you. You ignored the way your eyes started to tear up, hoping to hold it back before they could prey on it as well.

Natasha noticed the tears in your eyes and feigned a warm smile, slowly leaning in toward your ear, "For now, I will handle it and later you will pay me back by doing the only one thing you are good at." She pulled back and watched the look of embarrassment tinted with desire on your face, just as she expected. "A pretty little slut." Wanda chirped in and your face went a shade darker, you avoided Natasha's gaze when she chuckled at the remark made by her girlfriend.

"Go wash up and come eat breakfast." Natasha patted your cheek, gently urging you to listen and you nodded quickly, anything to get you away from the duo. You went to dash out of the kitchen but before you could make even three proper steps, a hand grabbed the collar of the hoodie you were wearing, pulling you almost over the counter, you almost choked on your own saliva, "Forgetting something?" Wanda asked, one of her sculpted eyebrows raised in question and you felt timid under her strong gaze before leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek, earning a pleased smile from her that left you giddy. "Good. Now shoo." Wanda let go and you made your way out to the washroom.

You would always greet Wanda with a kiss on her cheek in the morning, it was sort of a part of your routine now and as well as Wanda's and God forbid if someone messes with her routine. It was a moment of affection that was not frowned upon by neither her girlfriend nor her. Never allowed to touch those lips though, you weren't complaining either. You were fine with how things were between the three of you.

You were in your first year when you met them in the orientation programme. They were your seniors and after hanging out a few times, they offered to share their place with you when they learned that you were looking for a place to rent. Except they refused to take the rent as the place was owned by Natasha. Every month, it would take a whole lot of begging just to get them to take your share of the rent. It was a nice place. You had your own room. Your own space that they rarely invaded. You didn't exactly recall when you became a part of their arrangement, but it happened after a few months of you moving in with them.

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You walked back into the kitchen, Natasha was working on her laptop in front of Wanda, while she talked to her about some upcoming event in her department. For a moment you stayed in the doorway, not sure if Natasha was still annoyed at you. Wanda patted the stool next to her when she noticed your presence and you instantly made your way over there, your eyes fixated on the plate of pancakes in front of you.

You let out a groan, the first bite melting in your mouth and you couldn't help but do your little dance at the sight of the three more pancake stacked in your plate, you couldn't wait to devour them all. From the corner of your eye, you could see Wanda looking at you but your focus remained on the cakes, "This is really good." You told Natasha, never failing to complement her cooking and she gave you a soft smile before replying to Wanda's question. They were talking about the upcoming fests in the college, being part of various clubs they had been pretty busy. You didn't care much about it and focused on your breakfast.

You were putting some orange juice in your glass while taking a bite of the pancake but the jug bumped into the glass, not expecting the jug to be heavy and you watched as the glass started wobbling a little before falling in your lap. "Oh shoot." You panicked at the dark spot forming on the white hoodie, your eyes widen in fear when you realised that it belonged to none other than Natasha. Wanda instantly took the jug from your hand before you could make any more of a mess. "Y/N!" Wanda grabbed some tissues trying to soak up the spilled juice and you stood there in fear and it was proven right when Natasha's hand grabbed you by your ear harshly, "Didn't I tell you that you can't eat in my clothes?" Natasha asked, her eyes flaring with aggrevation and you winced closing your eyes both at the pain and as well as her expression.

"I-I would have worn something else but you woke me-"

"Oh so now it is my fault?" She twisted your ear a little more while simultaneously pulling you up along and you stood on your tippy toes to avoid the pain. "Answer her, silly." Wanda's words broke the silence as she threw the dirty tissues on the slab. "I should have made her clean it with her tongue." Natasha twisted your ear one last time before letting go of it with a push.

Your hand instantly shot up to rub the pain away with tears once again welling up in your eyes, the morning kept getting worse for you,"That would have definitely work with her." Wanda agreed as she swatted her hand away from your ear, giving you a pointed look which turned into a sadistic one as she took notice of the teary eyed look on your face. Things would take such fast turns whenever you were with them. One moment it would be peaceful and the next they would be pouncing on you about something.

"Off." Natasha gave out her command and you slowly fiddled with the hem of the hoodie, knowing very well that she would not even allow you the privilege of going to your room and changing. "Now." Wanda reinforced her order and your hands pushed the soft yet wet material off yourself, instantly goosebumps raising on your skin.

Natasha took the material from your hand, "You are not allowed to wear anything till Monday. You can stay like this only." She told you sternly and you opened your mouth to protest, "But I am sorry Natty, I really didn't mean to. I change out of it before breakfast everyday!" You whined at her declaration and gulped when the two of them raised one of their eyebrows at the same time.

They both sometimes subconsciously seem to mimic each other's action and you wanted anything but have the attention of the duo in a negative sense like that, any other day you would love to have them dotting on you.

"Don't you think your mouth is running a little too much today?" Wanda asked harshly, her hand grabbing your cheeks in a vice grip and you struggled to get out of her reach. "I-I am sorry!" You pleaded through your teary eyes and Wanda let go of your cheeks and moved onto your neck, "Apologise to her." She turned your head towards Natasha and you felt your cheeks reddened at the way you were getting treated. You didn't dare to complain about it, knowing that your ass was on line.

"I am sorry, Natasha..Please forgive me." You apologised hoping she would change her mind. She couldn't be serious about something like that but then again it wasn't the first time she had come up with something outrageous to punish you.

Natasha hummed in acknowledgement, you could tell she was still upset as she sighed, "Not until Monday. I don't want any whining from you. You don't deserve this privilege until you learn some etiquettes." She further added and you nodded quietly watching as she left the room to wash the clothing, leaving you alone with her strawberry blonde counterpart.

"It's you own fault." Wanda drawled after observing you from her position on the stool for a while and you wanted to snap at her and let her know that you already know but decided otherwise knowing she would jump at the opportunity to punish you some more.

"I know." You muttered successfully holding back the sass from your statement and Wanda stared at you for a few second, trying to figure out if you were being sassy or genuine. Her eyes ran down your body, deciding whether you were worthy enough for attention or not.

"You will catch a cold if you keep wearing this." Wanda's finger hooked onto the strap of your bra pulling it a little before letting it snap on your shoulder, making you wince at the sharp sting causing a satisfactory smile on her lips.

"It's not wet." You pushed her hand away a little harsher than necessary and Wanda instantly took notice of the fact. "Huh." She let out a scoff, probably at your audacity and you watched in shock as she picked up the almost empty glass of your orange juice and tipped it down on your chest. "What the..Wanda.." You tried pulling away but her other hand held in your place, halting your movement, all you could do was squirm at the feeling of the liquid dripping down your chest, your nipples hardening by the cold temperature of the liquid.

"Is it wet enough for you?" She asked over her shoulder as she turn to place the glass away, not wanting to risk another damage perhaps. "Off." The familiar order hit you again and you took a sharp inhale, feeling a wave of arousal mixed with fear hitting your senses at her tone.

You got a moment to yourself when Natasha came back in the kitchen, her eyes falling to your wet chest a little confused but one glance at Wanda whose eyes were clouded with lust, her own expression turned into a familiar one. "Do we need to repeat everything today?" Wanda asked, using her sharp nails to turn your face toward her. "You are really getting on my nerves, Detka."

When you realised that your pleading would only fall to deaf ears, you reached back with your hands to slowly unclasp your bra, your bare chest presented to their hungry gaze. "Much better.. isn't?" Wanda asked and you looked up at her, the feeling of humiliation turning your your cheeks a bright shade of red.

"It is." Natasha answered while, her gaze fixated on your bare chest. You reached forward to cover your body but she grabbed your hands and pulled you closer, your upper half colliding with her covered body but you made sure to not stay touching with her not wanting to ruin any more of her clothes and face her wrath, although a part of you wanted to move closer to the warmth of her body.

You started into Natasha's eyes when you suddenly felt Wanda behind you, effectively trapping you between the duo. You felt much smaller next to them especially when you had literally no clothes on compared to them. "Let me go." You whispered softly but Natasha chose to ignore it as she leaned forward a bit, "Do you really want that?" She asked, her finger lightly tracing down your cheek to jaw which you immediately clenched when Wanda's hand cupped your breast, softly squeezing the flesh.

When Natasha started leaning in more, you closed your eyes thinking she was going to kiss you but it never occurred as she kissed Wanda whose head was next to you and you didn't understand the unfamiliar emotion that hit you. Of course she wasn't going to kiss you. They have never kissed you. Before you could ponder more on the thought, it vanished the moment Wanda pinched your nipple and you let out a whimper which was covered by Wanda's moan to Natasha's kiss.

Natasha's hand grabbed you by your hip to turn you around while she continued kissing Wanda, the sight had you mesmerized to even care about how they were again manhandling their way around you. Now you were looking up at Wanda who had her eyes closed as Natasha devoured her lips. You shuddered at the chill going up your spine. Natasha's hand started playing with your chest. "N-Nat.." You moaned softly only for it to become a whimper when she squeezed your hardened nub.

"Shh." Wanda pushed her finger on your lips, quietening you as Natasha moved to her neck. It made you feel small. Insignificant in their whole dynamic but once again you hardly had time to process the emotion as Natasha pushed Wanda back on the stool to sit. Her whole neck was covered with bite marks. Some of them were freshly made by Natasha while others were fading away,   You have never seen Wanda without them. Natasha had always been on the rougher side between the two of them. More territorial.

It reminded you of the time when you had accidentally in your lust bitten Wanda too hard, creating a similar mark which Natasha hadn't appreciated at all. All week Natasha had been so rough with you, Wanda had also notice that and took special care of you that week. It was perhaps the first time you had witnessed the softer side of Wanda, maybe that was the reason you had more of an inclination toward her than Natasha.

"Gorgeous.. isn't she?" Natasha whispered in your ear, one of her hand placed on your neck, her fingers holding your head in place to look at Wanda. Her other arm was wrapped around your waist, completely trapping you against her warm body.

You slowly nodded your head as much as her hold allowed it. Wanda's cheeks were flushed, she was staring into Natasha's eyes and you felt as if you were a mere spectator of the show rather than a part. "Why don't we put that tongue to a better use? Huh?" Natasha asked or more like stated and before you could even make up your mind, she pushed you down on your knees in front of Wanda, putting your hand on Wanda's shorts before moving her hands to her body.

You looked up at Wanda for permission and she raised her hips, letting you slide the material down her smooth thighs, you abandoned the clothing and ran your hand up her calves to her thigh that convulsed under the touch. Wanda instantly moved her hand into your hair, her grip tight, tugging on your roots. You started at her for a moment and the realisation of how stunning she was hit you again. She was an epitome of elegance despite of being in such provacating position, she still held the gracefulness of a Queen.

"Play nicely." Natasha whispered to her and her grip eased at little and you were glad for it, no way you could please her with her tight hold on you. She placed her foot on your shoulder and your eyes met her, you knew what she wanted and never the one to deny her , you started placing kisses up her calf muscles, slowly sucking the skin while making sure to not leave a single mark for Natasha to find out later, you moved upward, worshipping every inch of her just as she desired.

You finally came close to her wet center, the sight had you dripping in your own panties. You slowly started placing kisses on her inner thigh and around her pussy but never where she needed you the most. Wanda's nail dug into your scalp and you winced at the pain, you could feel Natasha's leg on your back as she went closer to Wanda effectively muffling her whine with her lips. You would have teased her a bit more but Natasha's hand forced your head in and the last thing you wanted was to piss her off some more.

You parted Wanda's thighs a bit more and licked your way up her folds and was rewarded with more of juice that gushed out of her, groaning in pleasure when you heard her let out a muffled moan of your name, you placed your lips on the bundle of nerves where she needed you and started toying with it. Your teeth lightly grazing it before sucking. Her thighs started convulsing and you moved two of your fingers to her entrance, slowly sliding them in, the wetness allowing you in with ease. You started moving you fingers while your tongue moved around clit, sucking and nibbling here and there just how you learned it from her girlfriend.

It wasn't long until Wanda had your head crushed between her thighs as you pushed her over the edge, while she used your face to ride out her orgasm pulling Natasha in for another kiss, wrapping her arms around the redhead's neck, she hardly cared about the pain when she bit her lip, it only seemed to enhance her high. "N-Natasha.." She gasped for air when her girlfriend pulled away.

You could finally breathe when Wanda let go of you, your cheeks and mouth was covered in her juices and you licked your lip, slowly tasting her, it made you thirsty for more before you could lean in again to satisfy your thirst, Natasha's hand curled around your hair pulling you back up on your feet. "Let me have a taste as well." You assumed that she would be going down on Wanda again but what she did was unexpected for you as well as Wanda who was staring at you.

Natasha pulled you up to her lips with her hand that was still in your hair and you instantly got on your toes to ease the pain, her tongue licking her way from your jaw to your mouth before finally placing her lips on yours. Your eyes widen and you let out a small gasp that was enough for Natasha to slide her tongue in, you hardly knew what was happening before she pulled away with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

"So heavenly." She turned to look at Wanda whose face was still flushed but held an emotion you couldn't separate from the lust on her face. "Why don't we take it back upstairs?" Wanda asked, her breathing and her both in control now. She glanced over at you, a predatory smile falling on her luscious lips at your still surprised look, clouded with arousal.

"I thought you wouldn't ask after the number she did on you." Natasha stared into your eyes while her hand that held your neck moved to your jaw, her thumb tracing your lips that were swollen from her biting before sliding it in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, your tongue playing around her thumb as she pushed it deeper. You allowed her. Anything to get back on her good list.

"Why don't you care more about what I am going to do with you than what she has done on me?" Wanda asked in a sultry tone as she gracefully got off the stool and out of her shorts, her tshirt coming down to her mid thighs covering her up. Natasha's thumb stopped pushing in and she let out a raspy laugh, turning slightly to look at Wanda.

"Oh really?"

"Really." Wanda traced her fingers up Natasha's arm. "We can just throw a vibe in her and see how long she can last.. while we talk 'business'?" Wanda suggested and you whimpered around the thumb in your mouth at the thought. Business. That was what they used to tell you when they would spend the whole day in their bedroom. That was before, when you weren't a part of their little game.

"Sounds perfect. Doesn't it Y/N/N?" They both chuckled when you shook your head at Natasha's question to you as if your opinion mattered to them. As if it has ever mattered to them. "How cute." Wanda removed Natasha's hand from your mouth and she slowly traced her fingers down your hair, pushing them forward, the hair strands touched your sensitive nipples.

"Do you think I have forgotten about the little tease you were being earlier?" She asked while a faux sweet smile remained on her lips and you gulped softly, shaking your head 'no' when she raised an eyebrow and she gave you a full smile, patting your cheek not so gently but each touch only seemed to fuel the fire within you. "Good-" She was about to say something when Natasha cut her off with a glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I have a better idea."

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To be continued.

Hope you all loved it! I would love to hear your thoughts and will really appreciate it if you reblog and support me! <3

[dxvxx]

It's Exit Exam day and i'm exhausted.

The wannabe overdue acrobat in my belly kicking me for all his worth isn't helping either. I waddle out of my bathroom naked and dripping wet, not bothering with a towel, even the biggest ones stopped covering my body after the second trimester.

I rub my bump as i check my phone and send William a text reassuring him that i'm fine before i open my closet and rifle through it.

I gave up on wearing my maternity jeans a month ago, so i bypass those and pick out a pale beige sundress.

Grabbing it, i shuffle to the mirror to try to see if it would even fit me. Looking at me, you'd think i'm carrying twins with how big my bump had gotten.

I hear the faint sound of my apartment unlocking and smile when, soon after, my boyfriend strides into my bedroom, looking edible in his black slacks and black button-down shirt.

I rub my thighs, looking at his rolled up sleeves and veiny tattooed forearms.

"Babe," it comes out as a whine as i look up at him. Up, because William is a 6'5 "muscled giant of a man while i'm 5'3 and petite, or at least, i used to be petite. "I told you i'm okay." I murmur but lean back against him greedily as he hugs my naked body from behind. He lifts up the weight of my heavy belly off my hips, just the way i like, and i can't help the moan of relief that escapes. "Mmm.."

"Couldn't help myself," he rumbles, dragging his nose up my neck, right to one of my sensitive spots, breathing in my shampoo. I tilt my neck, giving him more access, letting out another soft moan as i feel myself get wet.

I rub the top of my bump just enjoying being near him, but i have to ask..."No- mhmm- one saw you, right?" Even though i know he's always careful.

William is a professor at my college. We met 2 years ago when i was in a class of his and we have been dating on the downlow ever since.

While i'm no longer a student of his, it's still frowned upon and could lead to serious trouble so we're keeping it quiet until i graduate next month.

That's why he moved me out of the dorms and is renting me an off-campus apartment near his house. Something he keeps grumbling about because 'you're not close enough.' I'm pretty sure if i let him have his way, we'd already have been married by now.

He doesn't respond as he trails kisses up and down my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving me breathless and squirming "Wiiiilll" i whine.

My libido has been in overdrive ever since i got pregnant at the end of summer and had increased even more in my last trimester. The barest of touches or even friction from my clothes has me panting like a bitch in heat.

Something William takes great delight in.

"Have i told you how gorgeous you are so full and heavy with my son?" He growls while leaving hickeys on my neck. He tells me every day. William has always been possessive and overprotective, but he had doubled down ever since i started showing.

He cups my bare pussy murmuring out a rough "mine" in my ear. I'm so wet i drip a bit on his hand as i look in the mirror.

It's a sight.

My belly heavy and round, with the skin a bit pink, overstretched and taut with William's tattooed arms wrapped around it.

My heavy breasts that have doubled in size are aching with my rosy nipples pebbled, begging to be touched.

William's hardened length is nestled against my naked ass cheeks.

It's all too much.

My hips roll trying to get something, anything, but he just cups it, giving me a warning squeeze i ignore. "Don't tease mmhm meeee." i half moan half whine. That earns me a slap on my pussy. The sting shoots up straight to my needy clit and i whimper "ooh fuckk."

Two of his thick fingers tease my entrance before he thrusts them home, using his thumb to rub my clit in slow agonizing lazy circles that have me bucking against his hand desperate for more but he keeps his fingers still.

I know what he's doing, punishing me for refusing to stay home this past week, when i officially reached my due date and passed it.

I get more desperate, rolling my hips harder, trying and failing to get him moving, to give me anything. He smirks in my neck, proud of himself, and i'm close to losing it, delirious with lust and need.

"William Ivan Carmichael, I swear to- Ooomph.." He takes out his dripping fingers and stuffs them into my mouth, effectively shutting up my threat.

Fine, two can play at this game, damn it.

I suck his fingers in, swirling my tongue around them like i do with his dick humming as i lick my juices off his skin. He thrusts them deeper down my throat, lazily pumping them before he pulls out and whirls me around. The movement makes my bump jiggle before he claims my mouth in a hungry kiss.

I'm panting and aching by the time he releases me. I don't have time to process or protest as he lets me go, slaps my ass, picks up the discarded dress off the floor, and flings it at me.

He adjusts himself in his pants and says in a rough voice, "Get dressed, you don't want to be late. I'll see you in the Exam hall."

And he... leaves. Just like that.

The Bastard.

I glare weakly after him and collapse on my bed then immediately regret it and moan "ooohh" At the feel of my sheets creating friction against my aching cunt.

I rub my bump restlessly and nibble my bottom lip. I could give myself an orgasm, could even use the toys in our expansive collection, but...it's not enough, it never is. Nothing comes even close to him, to his skilled, pierced dick and his wicked filthy mouth.

"Your daddy is gonna be the death of me" i whisper to our son before i heave myself up and off the bed with a soft grunt.

William doesn't get it. I want to finish my BSN nursing degree. I don't want and will not drop out or delay my diploma another year. That's just a waste of time and money.

I open my underwear drawer and pull out a lacy black set, then think for a bit and return the bra only pulling on the thong. Anything against my nipples right now will be torturous.

I sigh as i pull on the dress next and wince at how it looks in the mirror then try to make it less tantalizing. It used to fit me and reach just before my knees but with my bump...it barely reaches my thighs not to mention how much cleavage it's showing.

But...fuck it. I'm too horny and too pregnant and too tired to care much anymore.

I stuff my swollen feet in a pair of ballerina flats, fluff up my blonde hair a bit then grab my bag and keys. Making my way out of the door, i stop and rub my belly. It feels really uncomfortable today, hotter and tighter than it has all week.

With a sigh, i keep walking, although much slower, and lock the door before i start going down the stairs.

It doesn't matter. I just have to get through the three hours Exam while trying to ignore the urge to jump William right on top of the desk he's gonna be monitoring us from.

Then we'll come back here and i'll demand he fucks me six ways to Sunday then he'll punish me, in panty melting ways for using that tone with him then...

My horny thoughts stopped abruptly, and i let out a startled gasp, widening my legs. I rub both sides of my bump as the baby drops lower, applying pressure on my lower belly and my already aching pussy.

Well, Fuck.

(This is part 1. Let me know if you're interested in part 2, maybe 3.)

[ozzgin]

Hai sweetcheeks💋, Can I request about sister Reader who is the daughter of Yujiro Hanma with his ex-third wife who is a famous beautiful model and the most patient and caring woman. Sister reader is very sociable and popular at school. Herself and Baki, sister Reader have known Baki since she was 12 years old (only 1 year different from Baki).Because the mother's sister wanted them both to know each other as sibling. The sister reader is very cheerful, kind, friendly, understanding and funny and goofy, she is also very humorous and good at joking.However, she would be like a cat when startled and jump high until she reached the wall or Baki and Jack's back. I also want to know how the sister Reader interacts with other fighters

You so lovely dear, i love you🍓❤️

Ooh, I’ve been wondering about a reader that’s related to Baki. Thank you for your nice words and hopefully this is close to what you had in mind!

Baki Characters x Hanma Yuujirou’s Daughter Headcanons

Featuring Baki, Jack and Yuujirou Hanma, Katsumi Orochi, Kaoru Hanayama. And a reader that’s nothing like her father! I picked the characters closest in age, though I’m sure reader is pleasant to everyone else as well.

Hanma Family

Let’s just say Yuujirou won’t be bragging about having a daughter like (Y/N). He can’t deny that she takes after her stunning mother, but he dislikes her easygoing nature and worries she might soften Baki up. He’s always been against the two of them hanging out, but it seems that his stubborn ex wife still managed to get her way.

Both Baki and Jack can’t help but wonder if this is how their life could’ve been like. They look at your bright smile as you’re surrounded by all these people that love you, including your supportive mother, and feel the slightest pang of jealousy in their heart. Of course, their misfortunes are not your fault, you just occasionally remind them of the privilege of being vulnerable that’s been robbed from them.

The half brothers are very protective of you, especially knowing how much of a scaredy cat you are. Baki is quick to jump to action if something bothers you, but Jack is a little cheekier and enjoys briefly standing back so he can get a chuckle out of your silly fears. Afterwards he just needs to place himself behind you and whatever was the source of your discomfort scurries away.

You also have a very motherly side when it comes to the young men. You first met Baki just one year before tragedy struck him and sometimes his troubled face takes you back to the little orphaned boy, tormented by guilt and fear. You’re very grateful for Kozue and enjoy hanging out with her and Baki. Even though you’re all about the same age, they often approach you as the holder of wisdom whenever they have relationship problems and you always listen empathetically.

Similarly, you’re the one that reminds Jack to take a break from overworking himself. He’s very stubborn and will bark at you to leave him alone. It’s enough for you to allow a few tears to form in the corner of your eyes for him to drop the weights and walk away, mumbling something about you not understanding his grand plan.

Baki is more familiar with your friends since you often invite him to join you or just simply tell him about the latest gossip. Jack is much more reserved and introverted, so he likes to take you out to a restaurant, for example, and receive briefings and summaries of whatever is going on in your life. While taking mental notes about boy names that seem to appear with suspicious frequency. “Who? Oh, right.” Jack will look him up later and make sure he doesn’t get any ideas with (Y/N).

Katsumi Orochi

Katsumi has a massive crush on you, and who can blame him, really? You’re kind, nice and funny, and always ready to help your friends. He still remembers the day Baki brought you to the Dojo and introduced you as his half sister. He had to do a double check when he heard you’re Yuujirou’s daughter. He still can’t fully believe it and wonders if you were also adopted or something.

He likes to daydream about impressing you with his karate skills. Maybe some classmate getting too touchy with you, or some older man on the train standing too close. Then he remembers you’re under the watchful gaze of Baki and Jack and slumps, defeated. No way he can do anything out of the ordinary with those hawks lurking by.

Katsumi nearly has a heart attack when he receives a text message from you asking if he can maybe teach you some self defense. You proceed to explain that you don’t always want to rely on your brothers, and they refuse to engage in any talk about you fighting. Followed by a lot of emojis. He almost throws the phone against the wall and has to excuse himself (he was training with the guys) as the blush is rapidly spreading across his face. Everyone at the Dojo already knows, but they don’t have the heart to tell him.

Does this count as a date? He’ll be smiling like an idiot for the rest of the week.

Kaoru Hanayama

Hanayama has known you almost as long as Baki. He initially thought you’re Baki’s girlfriend and was, like everyone else, very doubtful upon hearing you’re also a Hanma. Then again, he doesn’t even want to imagine what a woman with Yuujirou’s temper would be like.

You take great pride in knowing you’re one of the VERY few people that can make Hanayama laugh. He will never do it in public, but if it’s just the two of you he’ll be greatly amused by your goofy antics. You love cheering him up, and in return he’s always ready to lend an ear to listen to your problems or a shoulder for you to cry on.

While he finds you incredibly cute and good looking, he would never flirt with you out of respect for Baki. Though Baki likes to say that if he has to give you away to someone, he trusts Hanayama to take proper care of you. Every time he does it Hanayama ends up awkwardly quiet and you chase him around, embarrassed.

For some reason, people often mistake him for your dad whenever you hang out. You laugh it off and explain that there’s barely any difference in your age. “Believe me, my actual father is much scarier. You don’t want to ever meet him.” Hanayama nods in agreement.

[dimepdf]

★  𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. + 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. with Gojo's help Toji reminds you that its only you for them, time for trouble make it double .

─── ☆ notes. i feel like i don't get to write for Gojo enough nor f/m/m threesomes, idk but requests are open y'all .

─── ☆ length. 1.3k (11 minute read) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, pwp, porn with plot,  threesome f/m/m, poly relationship, brat taming(?), size kink, height difference, groping, body worship, nipple play, praise kink, finger sucking, fingering, biting, choking, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, needy gojo, softdom toji, boys kissing, not beta'd i'm making a pizza rn sorry | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Your boyfriends Toji and Gojo were knowingly attractive: no matter how many times they had been told like a record stuck in a loop, they would always respond the same way.

Gojo, being the charismatic and slightly egotistical person he was, beamed at every compliment and praise like a puppy begging you to pet him.

Toji was quite literally the opposite: if the words of praise weren't coming from your lips, he would often ignore them as if he hadn't heard the person confess their love for the sculpture of his sculpted muscles.

It was comical how plain the two men made you look standing beside them. Both men towered over your smaller stature, with Gojo clinging to you like you were the most prized possession he had ever owned.

Every once in a while, Toji would linger by your side with his hands in his pockets, and whenever he was feeling the neediest, he would reach for your arm.

His big hand was encasing yours, trying to lace his fingers between yours. The gesture would almost always make Gojo pout, wanting to feel included himself; he would force you to hold his hand as well.

You could only imagine how ridiculous you looked with both arms occupied by both men, trying not to fall to the ground at the comparison of their hand size compared to yours.

The more you hung out with the two, the more difficult it was to keep your kink secret hidden.

Of course, no secret was really a secret with Toji. His lazy stare always seemed to stare through you as if he could read your mind, and you knew that the smirk that grew against his lips meant that when you got home, there was bound to be some sort of teasing from him and Gojo later.

And that's exactly what had happened—the moment you stepped foot into your home, Toji made his presence known, heading straight for the bedroom.

His presence makes you and Gojo glance at each other. "Ooh, you really railed him up, huh?" Gojo teased, adding fuel to the flame as he grabbed your arm and led you to your doom.

You swore that no matter who was in the wrong, Gojo would always pick the opposite team if it meant teasing someone.

A slightly surprised gasp escaped your lips as you were unable to grasp why you were being pushed up against the mattress.

With his hands still pressing against your body from behind, Gojo pulled you into a bear hug as he grinned.

His free hand then grabbed your neck, lifting your head so that you could look at Toji.

The dark-haired man seemed to be content with how Gojo had held you down for him, not breaking eye contact as he dropped to his knees with a deep grunt that you didn't want to admit made you squeeze your thighs together.

It hadn't mattered one bit since Toji reached for the hook of your knee, tugging you more toward the edge of the mattress with little to no effort.

Your head landed in Gojo's lap as he only tilted his head to the side and smirked down at you, "I don't think he's gonna go easy on you baby." His pale, long hands caressed your face.

One of his fingers, swiping at your bottom lip before protruding between them by instinct, had your tongue wrapped around the long digit.

You hadn't even gotten time to process the fact that Gojo was practically grinding his erection into the side of your face.

Toji's teeth graced the inner skin of your thigh, making you flinch, a small hiss sounding from your throat as his hands held you in place for him. 

"You just have to act out all the fucking time, don't ya?" Toji murmured from between your thighs. 

The ghost of his breath against your plush skin was the only hint of a warning as his tongue protruded between your lips.

Stealing a swipe mouth teasing your clit mercilessly the eye contact of his dark gaze glaring through his dark thick lashes as he tongue fucked you. 

Gojo was always the one to get handsy, despite being in a committed relationship with you, he would always grope at your figure and all your curves as if his hands were destined to be there, to begin with, always touching you as if it were the first time he had ever fondled your tits.

making quick work of your shirt as you were stripped almost bare. The two men left you with a pitiful final layer of clothing as Gojo’s thumbs kneaded your chest with his hands and your nipples perked through the thin, dark blue lace. 

How much the universe enjoyed seeing you suffer, giving you two boyfriends who found delight in seeing you squirm and fidget as a result of their sinful touches. 

Toji was a bit less gentle in his demeanor when it came to you. He was unmistakably a passionate man throughout, but his approach to you and Gojo was either very blunt one on one or getting the one to assist him in teasing the other.

Tonight you were their victim, Toji’s hands gliding under to the hook of your knees repositioning himself to kneel at the end side of the bed.

Spreading your legs further apart gives you a better view of how well he had just been completely devouring you, your head leaning farther back in arousal of the sight right into Gojo’s lap.

Unmistakably the blonde was getting off at the sight unfolding in front of him, "You look so pretty like this baby, taking it so well." The compliment goes straight to your core as your hips buck against Toji’s mouth.

He gives a vibrating grunt in agreement, somehow making out the praise through the thick of your whines. 

The feeling of absolute bliss seems to distort your reality. All you could stare up at was your beautiful blonde boy gawking at your tits as the other completely stuffed his face into your pussy as if he were a starving man.

Gojo was enthralled by the view, his hands sliding further down your torso to slip between your legs with a devilish grin, paying close attention to your clit rubbing stomach clenching circles. 

"You like that, don't you, princess?" he asks, making your hips flinch from the mattress with a gasp; his deep chuckle makes you want to sob from the stimulation.

"Mhm, I know, baby, I know, my love, let it all out." He ushers you through your first orgasm, turning into a muttering smell and clenching his fist into the material of Gojo’s pants, hiding your face in his thigh.

Toji’s hand resting from your legs to sleuthing in between your legs, his curled fingers pistoning inside of you the sound of your wet pussy squelching around the digits as they fucked you making your blood run hot. 

Your breath was caught as your thoughts started to fuzz together, “hm, you're almost there pretty girl let it go.” Gojo muttered under his breath, knowing that the praise would be the only thing you'd be able to process thought wise.

His coaxing skills are unremarkable as you did just that, your second orgasm tunneling as the two men comforted you through it. 

Toji stretched with a grunt, the back of his palm clearing the wetness from his mouth as Gojo glanced up at him with a pout.

As much as he truly did love being the one to help bring chaos, that didn't mean that he wasn't an attention whore himself.

Of course, after dating for almost 3 years, Toji knew you both from the inside out, probably more than you know yourselves.

He leaned against the mattress, his palm on the bed next to your laid-out torso, looming over your figure as his other hand wrapped around Gojo's chin, the blonde eagerly leaning into the kiss as if it were the thing he had been begging for the most.

Watching the two make out on top of you had just been another spark added to the still-lit flame.Toji pulled away first, only for Gojo to chase after his mouth.

The dark-haired man only sighed, glaring at both of you. "You both are so fucking needy. Get up. It's my turn now."

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Black Light 12

Warnings: noncon, namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You feel a bit dreamy. Well, you always do. You sit in your bed, freshly made, fragrant with fabric softener, as you cut through the pages of old catalogues. Your fingers are sticky with glue as you arrange the images just so.

You can hear your mom downstairs, the bluetooth speaker playing Hall and Oates to her content. Your dad's outside trying to fix the fence post. You can hear him swearing through the crack of your window.

You hold out the scrapbook. You just need that globe right in that little space. Oh, the leather sofa is perfect.

You leave the book open on your bed to dry so the pages don't stick. You put on your dress with the daisies on white and spin in the mirror. Your yellow beret will go perfect. You put the hat on and a pair of matching clunky maryjanes.

You go downstairs and find your mother scavenging in the tupperware container you left on the counter. You squeal as she quickly closes the lid and covers her mouth guiltily. She backs away and giggles.

“I couldn't resist,” she says through a full mouth.

“Mom!” You stick your tongue out as you snatch up the container of cookies.

“You don't need all those,” she accuses.

“They're not for you.”

“I know, so… who are they for?” She tilts her head coyly.

“Someone,” you roll your eyes.

“A boy.”

You harrumph, “he's too old to be a boy.”

“Oh my gosh! That's so cute! Do we get to meet him?”

“No,” you pout and turn your chin up, “it's new.”

“Well, be safe. Don't get into too much trouble.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you drag your feet and stop in the doorway, “mom, can you not tell dad?”

She laughs again, “sure, sweetie, our little secret.”

You smile, cheeks twitching. You don't need your parents nosing around. You're still figuring this all out.

🍪

You wait outside the club. It's almost seven. You thought he'd be there by now. The other bouncer is. Lee, that's his name.

You're not weird or anything. You've just been watching from across the street for an hour or two. Not your fault he didn't leave his number.

You cross the road as you see Lee come back out. He sees you and smiles. He's so friendly, you wish August would try that.

“Hi,” you hop over the curb, “is Auggy here yet?”

“Auggy? Nah, he's taking his time,” he eyes the container in your hands, “what's this?”

“Oh, just a surprise. You want one?”

“Depends. What's the surprise?”

You balance the container against the scrapbook beneath it and pop the corner of the lid up. You offer him one of the jelly cookies. They took you hours as you baked and waited to cool before adding the layer of jam and custard.

“Wow, you're a big baker,” he muses.

“Sometimes,” you preen.

He takes one and admires your craftsmanship, “my wife ain't so good about it. But she tries, bless her heart.”

“Oh, you have a wife?”

“Sweetest gal in the world,” he grins, “she's at home with the baby.”

“Baby?”

“Ah, just a cat, but she treats him like a child,” he chortles and takes a bite, letting out a hum.

“Ooh, I love kitties! What's his name?”

He swallows, “Hickory. He likes her better'n me.”

“Aw, adorable.”

“Maybe you can come meet em one day. You and Auggy. Like a double date?”

“Really!?” You snap the lid shut, “oh, I'd love that so much.”

You hear grumbles and the tramp of soles as a shadowy figure appears from the alley. Lee turns and throws a hand put derisively, “bout time.”

August stops short as he looks between you and Lee, his expression limned in the early hue of evening. His brows draw together as he coughs. He crosses his arms and glowers.

“What is she doin’ here?”

“Ask her,” Lee says before he tosses back the rest of the cookie and turns on his heel.

He pulls open the front door and disappears as you stand watching August. He drops his arms and marches towards you, past you as he goes to follow his fellow bouncer. You quickly get between him and the door.

“Sweetie, I brought you cookies!”

“What?” He reaches past you as you put your back to the door.

“I haven't heard from you in…. Like three days.”

He glares at you. You open the container and show your wares. He only pulls on the door, jarring you but not dislodging you.

“I got work–”

“And I brought you a surprise! So eat a cookie.”

He narrows his eyes. You stay locked in a stalemate as he tries to pull the door again. You lean into it and plant your heels.

“I'm being real nice here, sweetie, so take a damn cookie,” you feel a surge in your chest.

“Can't you take a hint?”

“Can't you?”

“What– look, I told you, this isn't a relationship or whatever you think it is.”

“I'm not stupid. This is real,” you insist, “get it? Me and you, Auggy Bear, together forever.”

“What are you–”

“Here,” you shove the container at him.

He doesn't move but you jam it into his chest and he finally relents and supports it.

You slide the book from beneath it and open it up, “this is our future. You see? Our home,” you show him the little touches of colour amid the neutral hues, a perfect melding of your personalities, “and our honeymoon. I'm open to change but I was thinking a cottage–”

“Are you insane?” He breathes scratchily.

“Insane?” You repeat and bat your lashes, “don't call me that.”

“We fucked. Once. There's nothing else between us–”

“There is!” You holler and slam the book shut, “and you know it. You would never have followed me home if you didn't mean it–”

“Shhh, shhh,” he waves you down, “hey, lower your voice.”

“That's what you did. You stalked me, sir, so… you want me too. You want me or you wouldn't have done what you did.”

“Please, just… calm down.”

“You won't even eat a cookie!” You accuse.

“Be quiet,” he hisses.

“Eat a cookie!”

“Would you listen, girl?”

“No! No, you will eat a cookie. I spent all day making them and– and– I'm not crazy. I'm not,” you clutch the book tight.

He sighs, his blue eyes gleaming as he slowly lifts the lid. He takes out a cookie, showing it to you before he takes a nibble. He swallows without chewing.

“There, happy? Now go home.”

You scrunch your nose at him, frustrated, “you could at least tell me you love me.”

“Love you?!?” He chokes and nearly drops the cookie.

“Yes, I know you do, because I would never give my virginity to someone who doesn't love me.”

He blanches and glimpses down at the cookie. His throat bobs. He raises his eyes and takes another deep breath, “I didn't realise…”

“That you love me, right?” You sneer as you step closer, “say it.”

“If I do, will you go?” He growls.

You nod and smile up at him, “I'll do whatever you want, pookie.”

‘Pookie… jesus, alright, I love you. Go home.” He nudges you out of his way and grabs the door with his free hand.

“Don't eat those all at once,” you call as you turn to peek inside the club, “oh, and you have crumbs in your mustache–”

The door slams between you and you pout, “love ya too…” you trail off. It's okay, it seems like it's new for him too.

[schn33wi11ch3n]

lyrics below:

[Intro]

Oooh (Magic, magic, magic)

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh (Magic, magic, magic, magic)

I love the girl with magic ways

[Verse 1]

The way you whisper in my ear

To make my troubles disappear

It's magic

The way your little fingertips

Make my heart do double flips

It's magic

[Verse 2]

And when you smile at me that way

Well, you can warm the coldest day

It's magic

(It's magic, magic)

And even when you're gone I find

I hear you laughing in my mind

It's magic

(It's magic, magic)

[Pre-Chorus 1]

And all I have to do is think of you

To make the music start to play

Then I dance down the street

And the people I meet stop and say "Hey, hey"

[Chorus]

Magic ways, my friend (Ooh-ooh)

You love the girl with magic ways, and it's true

I might as well give in (Ooh-ooh)

You cast a spell on all my nights and days

With your sweet magic ways

[Verse 3]

When I go to sleep it seems

You sprinkle stardust in my dreams

It's magic

(It's magic, magic)

And in the morning when I rise

The mockingbirds all harmonize

It's magic

(It's magic, magic)

[Pre-Chorus 2]

And when you want me you just clap your hands

And I'll be with you right away

Then we'll float on a breeze

While the leaves in the trees softly say "Hey, hey"

[Chorus]

Magic ways, my friend (Ooh-ooh)

You love the girl with magic ways, and it's true

I might as well give in (Ooh-ooh)

You cast a spell on all my nights and days

With your sweet magic ways

[Bridge]

(Magic, magic, magic, magic

Uh-ah, ooh-oh

Magic, magic, magic, magic

Uh-ah, ooh-oh)

[Chorus]

Magic ways, my friend (Ooh-ooh)

You love the girl with magic ways, and it's true

I might as well give in (Ooh-ooh)

I love the girl with magic ways (I love the girl with magic)

Hey, Hey (I love the girl with magic ways)

[Outro]

Magic ways, my friend (Ooh-ooh)

You love the girl with magic ways, and it's true (Magic, magic)

I might as well give in

You cast a spell on all my nights and days

With your sweet magic-

Ways My friend (Ooh-ooh)

You love the girl with magic ways, and it's true (Magic, magic)

I might as well give in (Ooh-ooh)

I love the girl with magic ways (I love the girl with magic)

Ahhh (I love the girl with magic ways)

Magic ways my friend (Ooh-ooh)

You love the girl with magic ways, and it's true (Magic, magic)

I might as well give in

You cast a spell on all my nights and days

[buriedpair]

Jackpot and Gambit my loves<33 I have two hands for them specifically!!

What if MC was working as a bartender? Cheerful little thing, mixing up concoctions to a drinker's heart. Like those cool bartender games...

Imagine OCs sitting at the bar and sharing a drink with them after work. What stories would they tell them? What secrets would they share? Flirty glances, gentle touches?

Sorry if it's too unspecific ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

- stargazer anon

OOH HI STARGAZER ANON!!! I was trying to think of a ship name for Jackpot and Gambit but "Jackbit" and "Gampot" does NOT appeal. Ideas?

I like this prompt very much, thank you for suggesting it!

Yandere!OCs x GN Reader

Amias

He's not afraid of a little alcohol. Or a lot of alcohol. Plus, imagining you all giggly and affectionate... It's too difficult to say no when you offer to make him a drink. In fact, he barely considered the word 'no' when you suggested you share a couple mojitos. A couple turned into many, and eventually he's drunk off of more than just the alcohol.

The drinks get sloppier as the night goes on, but he doesn't care. You made it, after all.

It starts with his hand brushing yours when you reach for your shared glass. Your hand is warm, practically desperate for him to hold it. So, of course he does!

When you squeeze his hand every time you lose your balance on your bar stool, trying to stay upright, he loses years off of his life.

The night grows quiet as the bartender goes home for the night, but you and Amias remain. You quietly share stories with tired breaths, leaning further and further into each other.

You rest your head on his shoulder, and he rests his head atop yours. It's uncomfortable, but he doesn't care.

He takes a taxi to your home with you at dawn. He has to make sure you get home safe! Don't ask how he knows where you live. That's not important.

You may not remember that night later, but he certainly does.

Edge

Edge doesn't deal much with alcohol. It slows your movements and makes you less sharp. He does, however, deal with you frequently. Naturally, when you ask if you can make him a drink, he turns it on you.

"Do YOU want a drink?"

At your reply of chuckles and sweet refusals, he sighs and allows you to make him one drink, so long as he can also get you one... or a few.

He indulges in your sober secrets, revealed with a little bit of liquid courage. You whisper things he was never meant to know, and he holds every secret within a locked chest in his mind. You place his hand on his, and he so graciously intertwines his fingers with yours.

When the sun starts to rise, he takes you home.

It seems you're full of surprises, because when he drops you off at your home, you reveal the most enticing secret yet.

"Bye, love you!"

He waves and smiles in return.

How sweet.

Double Down

It's a well-known fact around the casino that, on occasion, DD will come to work tipsy. He's practically notorious for skipping off on a slow day to go flirt with you at the bar and try to convince you to give him free drinks. Plus, you look so cool when you make them! Just one? Please?

You don't relent most times, but this time DD is off and you're about to be. You mix him and yourself a drink and join him at the bar.

He's elated! And cuddly. He's attached to your arm, complimenting your drink and nuzzling his face against your shoulder. He doesn't hesitate to drink the whole thing.

When you finish yours, he asks if he can have your cherry stem. You look at him with a confused smile, but he appears to be 100% serious.

Well, DD has always been weird. You give him your cherry stem, and he grins and puts it in his pocket.

At the end of the night, you're more sober than him. Before you can offer to call him a cab, he kisses your cheek and waltzes off.

"Thanks for the drinks, babes! Let's do this again, okay?"

Jackpot

Patrons are accustomed by this point to Jackpot coming over to the bar during your shifts. Since he's technically not on the clock, it's not like he can get in trouble. He probably wouldn't anyway, Gambit is his best friend!

He leans against the bar, asking you question after question as you prepare all sorts of drinks. He asks anything he can think of, half hoping to distract you and half hoping you'll slip up so he can store that memory for later.

You let out a fond sigh, and finally offer to make him a drink in the last couple minutes of your shift. Jackpot lights up immediately, nodding vigorously.

You hand him a drink and take a seat beside him so he can continue to rattle off questions as the night goes on. You end up getting lost in your conversation, and before you know it, it's late.

Jackpot's gotten significantly closer to you over time. You can feel his glove against your arm. He's only had one drink, but it seems he doesn't hold his alcohol very well. He's swaying and smiling. It's almost cute.

You take him home, as the one responsible for getting him drunk (somehow? It was one drink!)

He insists you stay at he and Gambit's house for the night, showing you around his room and inevitably you fall asleep next to him.

He fiddles with your sleeve as you sleep. Duh, of course one drink didn't get him drunk. But the way you looked at him...

Aha.

Gambit

Gambit was checking up on things. He's not always at the casino, but today Jackpot insisted he come with to 'mingle' with a certain bartender. Gambit doesn't know why, but he doesn't mind. He thinks your a stand-up person and a good worker and very attractive and--

Uh. Anyways.

Jackpot drops him off at the bar. He feels out of place and uncomfortable, until you sweetly offer him a drink. It seems all of his fears go away, and he's practically swooning. Not that he knows what it feels like to swoon.

He's well aware that your shift is almost over, he has your schedule memorized. You pull out the stool beside him and join him at the bar, much to his surprise. He tries to avoid eye contact, but you look so perfect in this lighting and he just wants to hold you.

You laugh, asking him how the drink is.

"It's very good." He mutters, adjusting his collar. Why are you so close? More importantly, why does he feel like he needs you to be closer?

You've noticed his flushed face, and you offer to take him home.

Of course he absolutely CANNOT take you up on that offer. His room is a mess of pictures of you, and there's no way he's letting you in there.

At his refusal, you pout. You flag Jackpot over, who's been standing a bit away this entire time for some reason, and ask him to make sure Gambit gets home safe.

Jackpot takes one look at Gambit and knows he's practically about to explode from being this close to you for too long. He thanks you and escorts the poor guy away.

He has enough pictures for Gambit now anyways.

[prettymeredith]

Fantasy of the Day: Babysitters

"Denim overalls AND pigtails? I haven't dressed like this since I was in Kindergarten. But seriously, someone tell me what's going on."

I sat there feeling small as the three of them gathered round. Having not been babysat, let alone even seen, any of them in literal years I still felt young and inferior in the age gap alone.

Questioning how the hell I even wound up in this predicament in the first place, I had little time to think before I was being scolded at.

"No talking in timeout!" "Excuse me, are you making faces at us?" "You've always been a little of a brat haven't you?"

Debooted and outmatched, I never expected an orchestrated tickle attack from every which angle.

"Haha, HAHA!! StoOOoP!! .... Ta-haHAHAha!!"

As quick as it started the three stopped, peeling off my socks and threatening to gag me with one if I didn't 'behave' as they simply put it.

It was explained to me that I was somehow too immature and irresponsible to be home all by myself. Despite being independent and in my 20s, this was clearly a rouse in their little roleplay; a callback to when I was the little brat whom they were responsible for until my parents came back.

"You see? Always complaining! Told you that you were overdue for an attitude adjustment."

"Do I need to tell your mother what a bad girl you've been today? What'd you think she'd say?"

"Probably, sorry girls but heres some extra cash for the trouble. Little Miss Priss can work that out of her allowance this week, hahaha!"

They shared a laugh at my expense. Doubling down on both insults and tickling. The three would circle me, picking up where another had just let off. Using both my hairbrish and toothbrush in addition to sharpened fingertips. Nothing to do but giggle and play along in thier little game.

"Hahahaha..! Y-yes I fi-hehe-inished my homework hahaha, I swear!! Haha, but I did!?"

"Hahahaha, no-ho, haha I don't care if your Boyfriend comes over! Just stop!! Hahahaha!"

"Okayokayokay!! Plea-hehehehe-se don't tell my Mo-hahahaha-m!!! HahaHAHAhahaha..!!"

The reign of ticklish terror felt never-ending. Imagine my relief, though exasperated and breathless, once the fingers finally stopped.

"Okay, I think it's somebody's bed time!~"

"You're gonna be nice and quiet right? Good."

"Ok lets put on a movie.. Ooh who wants pizza?"

They left me there, twirling my pigtails as they went. Left tied, tired and uncertain of just what to expect next, I sat there and prayed that tonight would be the last ever night in which I'd need babysitting.

[coldfanbou]

Hidden Surprise

Here is the Yubin fic that was written from that suggestion sent in by blep. Some face fucking involved. I'm thinking now I should've gone the double GP route because having it be a gp reader instead of m makes little difference because of how I wrote the fic. Regret

Length 2K

Yubin x GP fem/M reader (Idk)

You sit legs crossed under the table, overhearing everyone talk before the fansign actually starts. You huff, tired of waiting. It had been over a month since you last saw Yubin. You’d send messages and video chat, of course, but it wasn’t the same. When her members told you they wanted to fly you out to their fansign so you could see her, you were ecstatic. You thought they would take you right to her, but, nope, you were sitting under a table waiting for her. 

Your ears perk up, “Without further ado, let’s start!”You sigh in relief, knowing they are about to sit down. A pair of legs comes down before you; you recognize them as Yubin’s. A massive smile forms on your face as you scoot closer. To get her attention, you squeeze her calves; they’re soft. Yubin jumps slightly before peeking under the tablecloth and seeing your smiling face. She pretends to drop something and leans down. 

“What are you doing here?”

“The others flew me out to see you.” 

Yubin looks annoyed, “Mmm, I- don’t get me in trouble.” She says before giving you a peck on the cheek. “I missed you, but don’t do anything.” Yubin pulls her head back and returns to her idol mode. The shuffling of feet behind you gives you a warning that people are starting to reach Yubin. You scoot closer to her, running your hands up and down Yubin’s legs. After a while, you get bored of sitting under the table and playing with Yubin’s legs. A naughty idea pops into your head. You spread Yubin’s legs apart and kiss her thighs. You know how much this turns her on. You kiss her other thigh, moving closer to her special place. While you can’t touch her cunt directly, you can tease it. The tiniest bit of your hand pokes out from under the tablecloth, and you press against Yubin’s slit. She jolts and has to play it off to the fan in front of her as you move your thumb up and down. You peek out from under the cloth, and as the fan behind you moves on to the next member, Yubin looks down at you. She’s angry that you would try something in public but has to return to her happy self as the next fan sits down.

You continue to tease her through the event, growing bolder. You manage to sneak your hand under her black shorts and rub her cunt; your fingers grow wet as they slide between her lips. You feel her grow wet, and her legs shake. Though you can’t see what’s going on, on the other side, you know Yubin has her lips pursed. It’s what she always does. Yubin nods her head as she listens to the fan in front of her talk. You kiss her thighs while you continue touching her, knowing she loves it. You slowly move closer to her center until you press your lips against where her slit would be. Yubin’s body begins to tremble in her seat; she’s on the verge of cumming. You deny her climax, pulling your hand away and touching her thighs instead. You didn’t realize that the event was ending so soon. When you check your phone, you realize it has been over an hour of you teasing Yubin. She stands up with her members and bids farewell to the fans before walking away. 

You’re forced to sit under the table until the venue clears out. Hearing someone stomping their way over to you. The tablecloth flies over the table, and Yubin pushes her way on top of you. “You little jerk!” Yubin yells, holding onto your shirt as she shakes you back and forth. 

“Ooh, the love birds are fighting,” Yooa teases. “Having fun with your girlfriend?” Yubin stops shaking you and starts dragging you across the floor. 

“Where are we going?” you ask her. Yubin stays silent, even as she struggles to move you. You end up in a green room, but it’s empty. Yubin locks the door behind you.

“I told you not to do anything, and you nearly made me cum in front of Miracle.” She says before pushing you against the back wall. “I won’t let you just leave after teasing me for so long.” Yubin places her hand over your crotch, moving it up and down. You gasp at the sensation. “That’s right.” You bite your lip, trying to restrain a moan, and quickly slip your hand into her shorts. Yubin’s body stiffens as she feels your hand move. In a standoff now, neither of you wants to show weakness. Yubin moves her hand along your crotch while you do the same for her cunt. You stare at each other until she blinks first, and you switch positions, pinning her against the wall. You attack her neck, licking it and making Yubin shiver. Your attack increases as you slip your middle finger inside of Yubin. You feel how wet she is; your finger is coated in her juices as you pull it out. You slide it back in and soon add another. Yubin’s growing moans please you, “I-it’s not fair.” She says, biting her bottom lip. “You can’t do this again.” 

You slide your other hand under Yubin’s shirt and feel her soft breast through her bra. You feel yourself grow hard after hearing her moans. “Get your shorts off.” You tell Yubin as you continue to finger her. She goes along with it, slowly getting into her submissive role. Her shorts fall to the floor, leaving her in a pair of wet panties, her nectar staining them as you push your fingers deeper. Yubin uses you as support; her legs are growing weak as she nears her orgasm. You pump your fingers in and out of her faster, feeling her walls grow tight around them. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she repeats. You deny her orgasm again, stopping just as she’s about to cum. “Nooo, please let me cum. Do you want me to be a good girl? I can be a good girl.”

Yubin says, begging for you to finish the job. You press your crotch against hers so she learns what you want. Yubin glances down and notices your bulge straining against your clothes. When she looks back at you, you give her a slight nod, and she kneels before you. Yubin wastes no time stripping your lower half and freeing your cock. She opens her mouth wide and slides your cock down her throat, just as she knows you like it. You feel a chill down your spine; Yubin’s tongue moves side to side along the underside of your cock. You instinctively push your hips forward, making Yubin take in more. Saliva drips from the roof of her mouth onto your cock; the warm cavern drives you crazy. You take hold of Yubin’s twin tails; they act as perfect handlebars. You start thrusting into Yubin’s mouth.

“Ah, Yubin, I love you.” You moan, your mind melting from the pleasure. You start slamming your cock down Yubin’s throat; hearing her gag and struggle turns you on. Yubin starts to moan, too; her eyes become half-lidded as you fill her mouth and throat. Saliva splashes from your cock onto her cheeks and chin.  You’re nearing your climax; you thrust faster, unable to control yourself. “I’m cumming Yubin. Drink my cum!” You yell as you press Yubin against your crotch. You feel her lips against your pelvis as your cock twitches and unloads wave after wave of cum directly into Yubin’s throat. Your knees are growing weak as you continue to fill Yubin’s stomach with your cum. She struggles to drink it all, and it fills her mouth before spilling from the corners of her mouth onto her clothes. You hold the top of her head and softly thrust twice before pulling out. You leave the tip by Yubin’s lips, and she gives it a kiss. You take a step back and look at your handiwork. Yubin’s a mess, cum is running down her face and neck, staining her top. She’s struggling to keep her head straight as it tilts from one side to the other. You can’t help but smile. You kneel down and cup her cheeks, giving Yubin a kiss and tasting your cum on her tongue as you play with it. You could tell she was a bit cum drunk. 

You look around the room; a large rectangular coffee table sits in the center of the room. You use what strength you have to drag it over to Yubin. You hook her arms and place her against it. The cum drunk woman immediately falls forward onto it. You strip Yubin, taking off her shirt and bra leaving her panties till the end. Now completely naked, you take up position behind her. Your cock twitches as you stare at Yubin’s pink lips. You align yourself and push in slowly. Yubin stirs, raising her head and letting out a weak moan as you fill her cunt. She’s tight, her walls fitting around your cock perfectly, as if she was made for you. It’s a feeling you missed. Placing your hands on her shoulders, you start moving. You drag your cock out of her until just the tip is left before ramming back in. Yubin’s back arcs; you run your fingertip along her spine before thrusting in again. “...more. I want more…” You hear her say. Those words are more than enough for you. You thrust quickly, feeling her cunt tighten around you when you pull her hair. 

As your thrusts pick up speed, you watch as Yubin’s ass jiggles when you slam your hips into her. It taunts you in a way, so you let go of Yubin’s hair and squeeze the soft flesh in front of you. Your nails dig into her skin, and Yubin moans loudly. “Not…so rough.”  You gently rub her ass in response, your hand moving in small circular motions before you lift it up and swat at her bottom. Yubin yelps, “Ah! Wait!” You give her another smack and feel her tighten around your cock. 

“You like it, don’t you, Yubin? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” You whisper to her as you lean onto her body. “Not that they would get the chance to be with you.” You joke with a playful spank. To give every part of her body some attention, you moved on Yubin’s breasts. Modest as they were, you loved them. You cup Yubin’s soft mounds, squeezing them gently in your hands. Yubin’s moans became a little louder as you teased her nipples. She wouldn’t last much longer as your continued thrusts started to knock against her womb. Wanting to overload Yubin, you pinched her sensitive nipples. You could feel her walls clamp down on your cock as she tried to hold in her moans. She neared the edge, and you were going to push her over it.  You kiss the back of her neck as you drive your cock deep inside her. 

Yubin turns her head toward you; you press your lips against hers. You can hear her whining as she gets close. “I’m going to cum inside.” 

“Mmm, Cum inside me.” Yubin cries. She grips the table's edge, and her pussy tightens around you. Your cock starts twitching inside Yubin, and you bury yourself inside her before shooting your cum into her womb. You feel her pussy milking you; you can’t help but let out soft moans and shiver at the sensation. You turn Yubin’s head around and kiss her again before you pull out. Resting on top of Yubin, you drag her body back and have her sit on your lap. “I…never want you to come to another fansign…” Yubin says in a tired voice. You laugh it off.

“Well, you have to hope your members don’t fly me out to one.” You retort before giving her another kiss. “And maybe come home sooner so I don’t touch you as much.”

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

hi! if your have time would you be anle to write a m!reader x mash? maybe the reader is another double liner in there dorm but one year ahead of them and tends to hangout with rayne? (if thats to much for an idea im cool with anything m!reader x mash!)

Ooh~ interesting idea~! I’ll try my best nonnie!✨

-Mash was walking around the forest to find a good training spot to lift weights as usual

-but then he heard some noises and laughter behind some bushes

-he decided to get closer and look over them, only to find out that Rayne was playing with some bunnies, next to him was a male student who is also a double liner

-he was so intrigued by his appearance that he didn’t notice him looking back

-he started to stutter, making an excuse while you’re just…confused.

-mash ended up walking away in embarrassment while you’re just standing there like ‘???’

-Rayne told you that person was Mash, a junior adler student, also warned you if he might cause trouble, you took note of that and resumed hanging out with Rayne

-as time passed by, you and Mash would pass by each other, although you were too focused on your schoolwork to notice him staring at you

-Mash would ask his friends for advice and they decide to find you and meet up with him

-they set you both up and lies about not being able to show up with an excuse, leaving you two being the only ones present, then you suggested to hangout together, Mash agreed with a faint blush

-you both went to a few stores to buy clothes, cream puffs and a few matching accessories! (Definitely food related ones-)

-you two really hit it off! Even Mash was smiling a tiny bit!!

-in the end, you said you want to do this again, wishing to get to know him more

-he blushed and stuttered out his agreement

-you smiled and walked away, waving goodbye as he watched you leave

-(turns out his friends had been watching the whole thing and recorded it-)

A/n: hope this isn’t too bad! Until next time~✨

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

If you could change one thing from each season of SPOP. What would you change?

Genuinely curious!👍

ooh, this is a hard one. it depends on whether i would want to make c//a healthier and not incest, or if i want to make their relationship a toxic sibling relationship, instead of a romantic one. i’ll go with the latter because in order to make c//a work as a romantic ship, i might have to change A LOT of things, not just one in each season lol.

season one: honestly i don’t remember much of s1 but i guess i would get rid of some of the filler. i’m not entirely against filler but i do think it’s a bit stupid to have your heroes goofing around and getting into silly shenanigans, when there’s a war going on.

season two: delete white out. the entire episode. get rid of it. it was just horrible and ultimately useless to the plot.

season three: i would just get rid of the part where catra sends entrapta to beast island. not just because it’s a horrible scene but also because.. it really didn’t matter much in the series. apart from creating a misunderstanding and drama between hordak and entrapta, and a brief moment where entrapta is genuinely depressed about the way she was treated, there were no other consequences. like a lot of other incidents in the show, it just existed solely to make catra an even worse person than we expected. instead of all that, catra just opens the portal despite entrapta’s warnings and the portal sequence takes place as it does in canon. after the portal is closed, entrapta leaves the horde because she realizes how little catra cares about the lives of everyone around her. maybe entrapta is a bit hesitant to leave hordak behind but she does it anyway, because she realizes the harm that the horde is causing. (this could also work as a motivator for hordak’s redemption)

season four: i would make changes to double trouble’s speech. mainly the part where they blame catra for the way shadow weaver treated her (that was NOT catra’s fault) and also the whole “you never wanted this” part. catra absolutely wanted to be a villain and she was having the time of her life torturing adora.

season five: i’ve mentioned this in a few posts before but i would make horde prime a lot more intimidating and like an actual cult leader, and instead of getting chipped, catra would be manipulated into joining the intergalactic horde. there probably wouldn’t be enough time for a good redemption but maybe i would leave her story open-ended, where she could redeem herself in the future, if she wants to.

hope that answers your question!

[maxinemaxmayfield]

For the STWG daily drabble prompt: missed mistletoe

gen • 450 words • steddie

Why he had allowed the Party to use his house for their Christmas get-together, he’ll never know.

Why he had allowed Max and El to decorate without supervision, he’ll really never know.

He doesn’t know if they’re trying to get Lucas and Mike, respectively, to kiss them, or if they’d been trying to get the boys to kiss each other, but either way, Steve is now left tearing down sprig after sprig of mistletoe as he scours every nook and cranny of his house.

Sure, the girls will probably complain, pout and say he ruined their fun, but he isn’t risking it. No way.

Luckily, Eddie had stopped by and offered Steve a break from babysitting duty, which he was now using to reverse the damage the girls had done.

He double-checks each room, finally satisfied that all the mistletoe has been removed, and heads back into the living room after dropping the lot in the kitchen trash and grabbing two beers from the fridge.

“Hey, they doing okay?” He asks, handing the second beer to Eddie and leaning against the wall next to him.

“Getting into less trouble than I did at their age, so can’t complain,” Eddie answers.

“I don’t even like thinking about what I was up to at their age.” Steve cringes at the very idea.

They don’t realize that the group has fallen silent until too late, staring at them and suppressing giggles.

“What?” Eddie asks, bewildered.

But Steve doesn’t need to ask. Steve knows. Can see the path their eyes are taking from the ceiling down to both their faces.

Goddamn. Fucking. Mistletoe.

“Oo-ooh, you have to kiss,” El tells them, pointing at the leaves above them. “Those are the rules.”

Steve jumps in to shut that idea down before anyone else joins in. “We are not kissing.”

“Chickenshit,” Max goads from the corner.

“Do you have no respect for the rules of Christmas tradition?” Lucas asks.

And fuck, they aren’t gonna leave it alone, that much is clear.

Steve throws up his free hand and turns to Eddie. “They’re never gonna shut up about it if we don’t,” he says with a sigh.

Eddie doesn’t speak, just shrugs and nods with a look in his eyes not unlike a deer in headlights.

Steve braces himself and leans in.

His whole world tilts on its axis, like gravity has reversed, like everything he’s ever known has been thrown out the window.

Because kissing Eddie? It’s not like any kiss he’s had before. It’s electric. It’s everything.

He’s ruined for all other kisses.

He doesn’t even hear the choruses of “ewww!” and “get a room!” coming from the very kids who brought this on themselves.

[unkownbee]

Eliza: Stop doing that.

Alexander: Stop doing what?

Eliza: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Eliza: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Alexander: Oklahoma City, bitch!

('Tis a joke. Ham would never swear at his lovely wife)

Alexander: Where did you get that tomato soup?

Eliza: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

(When Eliza's too tired to put effort into cooking actual food)

Alexander: So you like cats?

Eliza: Yeah.

Alexander: Tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off the table.

Alexander: You got a date yet Eliza?

Eliza: No.

Alexander: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Eliza: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Alexander: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

(She's mad at him because he swore in front of baby Philip and Angie)

Alexander: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Eliza meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

(I don't know if they would actually do this, but I like to believe they would <3)

Alexander: Snow got me feeling some type of way.

Eliza: That's hypothermia.

Alexander: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

(Eliza is very much concerned and trying to get him to go inside and sit in front of the fire)

Eliza: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Alexander: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

(Oh, it means everything <3)

Eliza: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Alexander: Okay.

Eliza: And make out during the scary parts.

Alexander: Th-

Alexander: The scary parts.

Alexander: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

(Yes, Alexander. She didn't stutter. The scary parts. Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl)

Alexander: I’m so tired.

Eliza: Did you get to bed late?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Did you do something strenuous?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Then why are you tired?

Alexander: I’m alive.

Eliza: Sounds exhausting.

(Eliza is right. Being alive is super exhausting 😔)

Alexander: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Eliza: Aww-

Alexander: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

(No, because he would definitely do this. You can't prove otherwise)

Alexander: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Eliza: That's great, Alexander. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 10 years and have 4 children.

(Ham just got back from drinking with his friends. He's drunk 😁)

Alexander, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

Eliza, confused: I mean, this is our house, so yeah.

Eliza: Alex, could we go shopping? All the snacks are gone.

Alexander: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

Alexander comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Eliza’s bedroom.

Eliza: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

Alexander: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.

Alexander: Lies on the ground and falls asleep.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: We're literally married, though???

(Again, Ham is drunk 😁👍)

Eliza: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Alexander: It was autocorrect.

Eliza: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me"?

Alexander: Yes.

(Yeah, that happens sometimes. Totally 👍)

Eliza: Alexander, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Alexander: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

(Again, Ham swore in front of the kids)

Eliza: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Alexander: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day.

Eliza: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

(And that's on those rare occasions that he actually does sleep)

Eliza: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Alexander: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: You mean ring bearER, right?

Alexander: ...

Eliza: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

(He totally is. As he should 😌✨)

Eliza: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Alexander?

Alexander: …Not really.

Eliza: Nothing?

Alexander: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

(And that, kids, is the true meaning of Christmas. Exploiting people into buying stuff that they don't really need under the guise of it being worth it. That also fits for Black Friday, actually-)

Alexander: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Eliza: Cenotaph.

Alexander: What?

Eliza: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Alexander: I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Eliza: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Alexander: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Eliza: So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Alexander: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Eliza: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

(I just thought this one was silly. I liked it)

Alexander: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Eliza: Steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to her knees and sob while apologizing profusely.

Alexander: That one. I want that one.

Eliza: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Alexander: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

[sunflowerharrington]

@steddiebang2024 project reveal!! This is not a drill!

I’m so so excited for this year’s Steddie Bang! I’ll be collabing with the amazing @mvnsvn6 for this project! Forget everything you know about Stranger Things and Saltburn and dive into this adventure with us. You can find the summary and a little excerpt will be under the cut.

Looking forward to posting this Fall :)

Summary:

Eddie Munson knows he won’t make any friends at Hawkins University. He knows it. He knows it… Until he crosses paths with Steve Harrington; a hunk who’s got it all: the looks, the ladies, the money, and a mansion way too big for an eccentric family of five and a butler. He’s got a mansion.

He’s got a mansion.

or, Eddie Munson is twenty years old and enrols at Hawkins University. He falls in love with a guy from university, falls out of love with the same guy, grows to resent him — even though some feelings still lie at the bottom of his heart — and the aftermath of it all.

Excerpt:

The sun shines bright, the grass is greener than ever and the skies are pure, perfect blue, with no clouds in sight. Shadows follow Eddie as he cycles along the road by the crystal-clear river, and he breathes in the fresh air. Today’s going to be a good day.

A buzzing atmosphere flutters around him like butterflies, but it’s pretty bittersweet. Why? Because some god-awful racket is disrupting the peace. It’s Steve, sitting on the verge up ahead, cursing under his breath as he kicks his bicycle. What ever could be the matter? Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?

Eddie smirks as he passes, but stopping to help might get him on a page in Steve’s good book. He breaks to a halt in front of Steve.

“Hey, what happened?” Eddie asks, as if he doesn’t already know the answer. It’s a flat tire and the chain is looser than it should be. Steve has the bike upside down, trying to fix it by staring at it, hoping it’ll do something. Spoiler alert: it won’t.

“I’ve got a flat tire.” Bingo. “Chain’s loose too.” Double bingo.

“That’s bad luck,” Eddie says, and for once, something truthful comes out of his mouth— Eddie stops. For once, uh… he says something useful? Maybe? Eddie rolls his eyes. He has to stop changing his story! He was doing so well.

“I’ve just been trying to fix it,” Steve says, looking down at his feet. “Of course it’s when I’m already ten minutes late for my tutorial.”

Ooh, a tutorial. Eddie rolls his eyes. So posh. Jesus H Christ.

“Where is it?” Eddie asks.

“Just off Cherry Lane.”

“Oh shit.” That is pretty far away. Poor boy’s gonna have to walk all the way there on his own like half the people in college, probably. Eddie scoffs, it’s nothing. A walk is nothing. A run? That’s hard sometimes. Walking’s easy, and a good time to have a cigarette. And it’s less dangerous, and a lot easier, to smoke while walking than riding a bike. The scar on Eddie’s right arm is proof of that.

“Yeah…” Steve trails off, pouting like a kicked puppy. Jesus Christ, and Eddie thought he himself was dramatic.

They both look at the bike at the same time. It’s pretty much a goner. There’s no way to fix it in time for Steve to get to his stupid fucking tutorial before it’s over.

“I skipped last week to go- don’t tell anyone- but I went on a date with uh… Can't remember her name, sorry. Heather, or something. And I’m already in trouble with my parents for scratching some of the paint off it, so…”

Oh, poor, poor baby. Eddie internally rolls his eyes. Is Steve seriously trying to make Eddie feel sorry for him? Eddie’s pretty sure Steve’s parents could buy him a thousand bikes if he asked. But… He wants to get on Steve’s good side. He’s definitely popular around campus, and having that under his own belt could be good. Might get Eddie laid by a pretty girl if he’s lucky.

“Look, I’m not really going anywhere,” Eddie says, smiling at him. “Just taking these back to the library. So you can take my bike if you want?”

“No, no, no, I couldn’t. I mean, it looks like rain, I wouldn’t want to—”

Eddie can’t help but melt under Steve’s gaze, and that smile. Jesus H. Christ. “I’m not really going anywhere anyway. I can just get it back from you later. You’re in my college, so…” Perfect. He’ll get to see Steve again. One point for Munson.

“Am I?” Steve asks, keeping his gaze trained on Eddie.

Eddie sighs, his eyes downcast. “Yep.”

It’s a big college, sure, but how has Steve not seen him around before? Has he forgotten about their exchanged looks and smiles around campus whenever they cross paths? Does anything even really matter to him?

“That’s so kind, are you serious?” He asks, getting up from his spot by the tree. “That’s so kind, man. Are you sure? I mean, it’s a long walk back to college and I don’t want you to feel like you have to wheel it back.”

“You want me to take yours back?” Eddie asks. Oh what, so this douche thinks he can tell Eddie what to do now? He doesn’t even know Eddie’s name and he’s already giving him orders. Maybe it’s because Eddie looks easy to manipulate into doing whatever he wants.

But that’s what he wants Steve to think.

Eddie likes to think of himself as a wolf in sheep’s clothing. That’s the strategy in life that gets people everything they want. And what is it Eddie wants? More. More. And even more. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to get that, and so far it’s taken him right to Steve Harrington by a tree just outside of Hawkins University.

It didn’t exactly take much for him to get accepted; a carefully curated persona full of smiles and the story about his upbringing. That, and all the little extras: no criminal record—that the police know of, he knows how to make people take the fall for him. Bless Gareth, Frankie and Jeff—no drugs in his system, and a willingness to go down on anyone in any room to keep up his good GPA score.

Bedroom eyes go a long way, and the lack of a gag reflex goes even further. He’s willing to become the local slut to get what he wants. He doesn’t even have to try hard. Eddie is a slut and he’s damn proud of it.

“Oh, no, no, no!” Steve starts. “I’m sorry, I just thought that since I have your bike, you’ll take mine?” Eddie’s works, Steve’s does not, it makes little to no sense.

“I mean, I can wheel it back to college for you, it’s not that far away,” Eddie proposes… to get on Steve’s good side, of course.

“Thank you.” Steve takes Eddie’s bike from him.

He must be so used to people bending over backwards to help him.

Steve grins. “Oh, thank you. Thank you… I’m sorry, I don’t know your name. I’m Steve,” he says with an apologetic look. Oh, but is it fake? Who knows? Everything is fake around here. And posh, rich boys like Steven Otis Harrington are no exception.

I already know your name. And you have no idea just how much I already know about you, Steve.

“Eddie. It’s Eddie.”

“Eddie. Eddie, I love you.” Eddie’s eyes widen as Steve grabs him by the shoulders, planting a kiss on the top of his helmet. Even though he doesn’t want to play it safe in college, he also doesn’t want to get a concussion. So the stupid helmet will have to stay on. “I love you, I love you. Seriously.”

“Like I said, no big deal.”

“Thank you so much, Eddie,” he says with a wide smile, hopping onto the bike, swinging his leg over to put one of his feet on the pedals. “So kind. You’re a fucking lifesaver, really. Thank you.”

Eddie scoffs. Yeah, sure. He’s so thankful for it. Sure. Eddie rolls his eyes when Steve isn’t looking, too focused on pedalling to look back.

“I’ll just leave yours in the bike shed, yeah?”

“Yeah, fine.” If Steve even so much as scratches the bike, it’s over for him. No more talking, no more looking… Eddie will just have to find a new friend, or else pretend to forgive him to stay on his good side.

“Thanks, Eddie!” He calls over his shoulder. “I love you!”

Wow. Does love even have any meaning to him? Does Steve even know what love is? Surely not if he’s telling a fucking stranger that he loves them.

Eddie watches Steve disappear around the corner, leaving him standing alone, holding the broken bike. This is so stupid. He’s gonna look like a fucking idiot walking a bike all the way back to campus. But who cares? It’s not like anyone’s even going to pay attention to some small-town boy anyway…

But Steve might.

He just might. Because that’s all Eddie’s ever wanted.

Attention.

And he’ll do pretty much anything to get it.