#side effects of grapes

[cyripticchronicler]

The Bet (18+)

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hidden away in the woods to celebrate the mating bond, you decide to raise the stakes on a supposedly innocent card game. If you win, he has to do whatever you want. Thank the Gods he lost; you want to make the powerful spymaster squirm.

TW: Smut, drinking wine, needy Az, teasing reader, edging kinda?

A/N: I forget how hard writing smut is lmao but I hope you enjoy it!! I think it's the best smut I've ever written ngl. Thank you to my friend (who doesn't want to be named but is awesome) for giving me feedback/editing this fic - I'll give you gum when I next see you, hun.

Masterlist Azriel Masterlist

Azriel looked like the Godly male he was born to be. His smirk was nothing short of dangerous. His eyes gleamed in the dim room, cheeks flushed a rosy pink from the wine that hazed his mind. 

With each sip from the open wine bottle between you two, he was losing his inhibitions, but who could blame him? He’s had the best week of his life; the mating bond had been successfully accepted with Azriel quickly whisking you away to a cabin in the woods to enjoy free, uninterrupted time for the mating frenzy. 

The tall, captivating, Illyrian had taken you everywhere in the small cabin in less than a week - including the floor you were sitting on now. After spending the day with no food in your stomach, you had to put your foot down and demand a break. 

Azriel suggested a game of cards and you never knew that a pair of hands shuffling a deck of playing cards could be so attractive. You have to fold your legs to stop yourself from pouncing on him - an action Azriel doesn’t fail to notice, considering the way his eyes darken.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you mutter, shoving a grape in your mouth, immediately relishing in the cold burst of flavour across your tongue. Azriel begins to hand you your deck, gaze not straying from your rosy lips for a moment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It’s rare to see him so relaxed. So happy. His wings are drooped by his sides, his hair mussed and his clothes wrinkled.

He looks so handsome, yet the sight that has your heart fluttering the most is the permanent smile resting on his lips. A tempting sight.

He’s been so happy this past week and you want nothing more than for him to stay that way. “Now you’re looking at me weirdly,” he mutters, a light blush blooming across his cheeks despite the undeniable cockiness that laced his voice. 

“I can’t help it. You’re just so handsome.” His smile turns shy. The red on his cheeks grows ferociously and he has to look away from your gleaming eyes. Despite your attempt to silence your laughter by chewing on your lips, joyous huffs break free and cause Azriel to slump against the front of the couch, hiding his face in his hands.

“You’re evil,” he states, eyes peeking out at you between the gap of his middle and ring finger. You ignore him, picking up your cards and ensuring they’re hidden from his gaze. “C’mon, grab your cards. Let’s make this round more interesting.”

He does as you say, grabbing his cards and propping his elbow on his knee, his other leg straight and stretched out over the plush carpet. “Interesting? And how would we do that?” 

A smirk tilts your lips. “Let’s say…” your finger taps against the back of your cards. “If you win, I do whatever you want. But if I win, you do whatever I want.”

“Be prepared to lose, honey,” Azriel utters smugly, flashing you a wink that has your heart pulsing. A lone shadow wraps around your arm and you gasp, holding your cards to your chest. “No cheating! Keep your shadows on your side.” 

He playfully mocks you, before placing down a card, effectively signalling the start to the game. 

You can’t help but laugh at the boyish action, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Oh, it’s on, baby. You glare in return and place your own card down, taking a large gulp of wine before wiping your lips. Brown, eager eyes track the movement and you pointedly stare at the cards in the middle of the table. 

He places another card, causing you to pick up four from a separate pile. And so the games begin.

****

“You’re cheating,” Azriel said, his suspicion clear and demanding. Your mouth falls open dramatically at the accusation, your hand extending to give him a light, punishing smack. “I'm not!”

You’re not sure when it happened, or how, but the two of you have moved closer. Both of you are still sitting on the floor, but now Azriel sits on the side of the table instead of at the end, his wing resting behind you, comfortable and warm. His long legs are stretched out in front of him under the table with his large hand returning to your thigh each time it’s your turn. 

“How are you doing so well, then?” He demands, a light and playful scoff falling from his lips, though you can spy a hint of genuine annoyance in the glint in his eyes. 

“Maybe you’re the problem. Maybe, since you can’t use your shadows,” you pointedly eye the shadows that swirl around Azriels arms, “You’re just not that good.”

“I have never used my shadows to cheat.” You wouldn’t be surprised if he has cheated before. Despite his honest personality, he’s just as competitive. Yet, you know he hasn’t cheated tonight; his shadows have stayed at his side, never once trailing up to whisper something in his ear. 

“Oh?” You lean in closer, the smell of night-chilled air and cedar invading your senses. His eyes move from your lips and down your neck, landing on the inside of your shirt that hangs. He nods, gulping. You catch it, the way his Adam's apple bops, very telling of the effect you had on him. The notion sends a pleasant chill down your spine, and your lips curl up. “Then maybe you want to lose. Maybe you like the idea of being at my mercy. Of having to do whatever I say.”

“Maybe I do.” His breath fans your lips, so close but too far away for your liking. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.” He places a quick, barely there kiss on your cheek before placing down a card. You pull away and glare when you realise he’s now in the lead. 

“I’m going to find out, alright.”

****

“Oh Fuck.” Azriel’s groan has your skin heating, waves of satisfaction sending goosebumps down your spine. You smirk teasingly.  “Loser,” You menacingly whisper, voice a low drawl as you creep closer, faces a mere inch apart. “Now,” Your knees shuffle forward, yanked by an invisible force, “You have to do whatever I want.”

His hands move instinctively to rest on your hips. “And what is it that you want me to do?” You hum, tilting your head as your hair falls to one side, legs moving to straddle him. “Let’s say…” You pretend to contemplate, though you’d already known what you’d make him do hours ago. You take his hands and hold them in yours, thumb gently rubbing over the scars you love so much. You shake them gently. “These have to stay by your side.”

His eyebrows raised in interest and you watched his eyes darken, a subtle action only you could cause. “You mean…” He trails off, sucking in a sharp breath as your hands begin to wander over his chest, fingers fiddling with the buttons of his loose, white shirt.

His eyebrows crease, a shaky sigh falling from his plump, kissable lips as you begin to grind against his hard, solid body slowly. His hands raise to touch you before he quickly gathers his wits, squeezing them at his sides instead. Your lips ghost over his before you pull him in for a warm, sloppy kiss that shakes your body. You don’t think you’d ever get sick of kissing him - the way he pours so much love and passion into each movement of his mouth, the way his tongue swipes past your lips in such a gentle yet undeniably needy manner. 

Your hands fist in the collar of his shirt as the kiss grows deeper, pulling him closer into your body as you continue to roll your hips deliberately... Your skin feels like it was set on fire, a deep rumble of pleasure evoking in your core. Azriel’s hands raise to cup your cheeks, mind too blurred with your movements to remember your only rule. You force yourself to pull away and stop your movements. 

“What did I tell you?” You pant, breathing heavily in his ear as you whisper. His eyes squeeze shut, slowly dragging his hands away from your body as he groans. “I-” He gulps, voice coming out raspy. “Sorry?” You shake your head, heart beating wildly in your chest while you pepper kisses on his flushed skin, over his sharp jaw and down his neck before you find cause at his collarbone, sucking harsh enough to leave a mark. 

“You should be.” Your hips continue their movements, pulling away from his neck to admire his face. His cheeks are red, mouth hung open slightly as he sucks in sharp puffs of air. His tongue flit out quickly to wet his lips, eager brown eyes momentarily looking down to watch the way your hips move against his. 

His wings flutter behind him, spread wide. Your hand hesitates before you can touch them. “Can I?” His eyes show no sign of nervousness or hesitation as he nods. “I’m all yours.” All it takes is one swipe against the thin and leathery membrane before he’s throwing his head back as a loud, guttural moan breaks out of him and his hands find purchase at your waist, rubbing you against him with brutal force. 

You tut, removing yourself from his touch completely, choosing to stand in front of his sitting form instead. “I only have one rule, Azriel. Why aren’t you following it? Do you not want me to touch you?” He spreads his legs, veiny hands lazily resting on his thick thighs, hidden beneath thick sweatpants. His chest rises and falls, betraying his desperate need. You have to clench your thighs to stop the painful ache. 

His breath shudders, his body going pliant under your touch, completely defenseless to your ministrations as he shakes his head desperately. “I do. Gods, I do. You just make it so hard.” His voice trails off in an almost whine and you can’t help the pride that sinks into your skin. The most dangerous, hard-headed and serious male is sitting in front of you and practically begging for your touch. 

“Then listen to what I say, okay hun?” At his answering nod, a strand of hair falling over his eye, you reward him by pulling your thin shirt off and chucking it to the side. The cool air sends goosebumps over your supple skin, the only source of heat being Azriels greedy eyes as he watches your nipples perk to attention. 

Deciding you want to tease him more, you trail a lone finger up your stomach, over your breast and into your mouth, fire kindling in its wake. You swirl your tongue around your finger, eyes never straying from Azriel, saliva dripping down your chin and onto your chest. Slowly, you let your finger trail downwards, a trail of wet saliva being left behind as you bring the finger to your nipple, squeezing and pinching, quiet moans escaping your bitten lip. 

Azriel sits in his spot, fingers squeezing his thighs so tightly he’s surely leaving a mark. You hum. “Azzie?” His eyes snap to yours, eager and awaiting instruction. “Take your pants off for me.” He shoots out of his sitting position, taking a deep breath to calm his excitement, some of his control returning as he slowly pulls his pants down his legs, hard, veiny cock now visible, drops of precum budding at the tip. 

Your pants come off next, thrown to the side without a care. You take a step towards him, trying to not let it show how your breathing staggers at the way he looks at you. “Do you want to take my panties off?” Your voice is teasing, amused at how quickly he nods and falls to his knees in front of you. 

Slow but sure hands graze your hip, fingers hooking between your panties and slowly pulling them down your legs. He makes sure to look up at you through his lashes, mouth wet and slightly open. The sight has you almost losing your composure, a thick fog clouding your mind and you have to grip his long hair to make sure you don’t crumble to pieces in front of him. Not that he would have minded.

He moans when your grip gets tighter, a deep rumble against your skin. Gently pulling his head back, a wave of heat soaks your core. “Do you want to eat me out for a bit?” His eyes widened with hope, followed by a desperate nod. You almost let him. Almost.

He visibly deflates when you pull away, hands resting at your sides, glowing body on display for him to see. “Too bad. Stand up.” His knees shake yet he stands to his full height. “Take your shirt off.” It’s gone in seconds much to your delight, the deep ridges of his abs glistening with sweat that you want nothing more than to lick off. Your walls clenched around nothing, a desperate need swirling in your stomach that you attempted to ignore. You wanted to tease him more.

“Sit on the couch.” He does as you say, legs spread, erect cock pressed against his lower stomach. You stand between him, hands resting against his thighs while your nails press into his skin hard enough to invoke a pain you know he likes. His wings bristled at the feeling, bringing your attention back to them once again. You can’t resist placing a gentle kiss on the rough texture of his wing, sensitive enough to feel the light, barely there kiss. 

You watch as his abs flex, body yearning to reach you when you don’t sit on his lap like he hoped. Instead, you sit on the other side of the couch, one leg propped up on the couch, bent at the knee and showing off your glistening pussy. Azriel moans at the sight, eyes squeezing shut as he shakes his head harshly. “You’re evil,” He states roughly. You smile, a hand dipping to your soaked core, middle finger swirling around your pulsing hole and then circling your clit. You moan out an arrogant, “I know.”

Your back arches, body sinking into the sofa, breathless moans turning sinful when you press a finger into your tight, warm cunt. Your fingers aren’t as long or thick as Azriels but they still cause a sickeningly hot flash of pleasure to travel up your sweat-soaked spine. 

The sounds of your finger thrusting in and out of your warm heat fill the room, a sound that has Azriel’s breath laboured. His eyes couldn’t leave your flushed form if he tried. Your hips greedily thrust into your hand, eagerly wanting more but not letting Azriel give it to you. 

When a particularly loud, breathy moan falls from your parted lips he can’t help but moan back, the shadows wrapping around his body moving to his most sensitive part. The light friction from their tight movements as they swirl around his base is enough to have him whining; he was so hard and sensitive and wanted nothing more than to be touched. But he couldn’t break your rules and with one restrained tug, his shadows returned to the corners of the room. 

“Az,” You moan, a whine breaking free as a deep, pleasurable feeling awakens in your core, wounding tighter each time you hit the rough, fleshy spot inside you. “‘M gonna cum.” He’s left to just watch and stare like a pervert, debating whether or not to end this pesky game and fuck you into oblivion. He’s about to do just that but then you’re looking at him, eyes bright with satisfaction and mischief and he knows he wants to see those eyes staring down at him while you take control. 

It takes you a second to gather your wits, legs still shaking while you begin to crawl to Azriel on the other side of the couch, enjoying the way his eyes darken and his jaw clenches. You stop when you’re directly beside him, your knees touching his thighs. 

You don’t waste a second in pulling him in for a kiss, lips pushing against his swollen ones, a deep rumble sounding in his chest. You pull away, lips still grazing over his as you whisper. “You’ve been very good. You deserve a reward.” His eyes brighten like a kid in a candy shop and he gulps in excitement. 

A smile pulls at your lips in response to his eager reaction, looking away from his captivating eyes to look at his hard cock, flushed red due to not being touched. You bite your lip and bring your hand down to squeeze at his base. A quiet curse slips from his lips and you squeeze harder. 

You thumb at his tip, using his precum as lube as you slowly stroke his rock-hard dick. He’s so responsive, needy wines falling from his lips while he groans out your name. His hands now squeeze the sofa, his right hand squeezing the armrest so hard you’re sure it’s going to rip. 

Your pace is slow. Teasing. Your lips find their way to Azriels neck, sucking and biting, feeling his skin heat at your touch. You squeeze tighter. His breath quivered, hips thrusting into your hand like a man starved.  “Are you-” You clear your throat, voice rough with pleasure. “Are you going to let me fuck you?” 

His answering nod is desperate and hurried. ��Fuck yes. Please fuck me. Please.” Goosebumps trail up your skin at his begging and you know you can’t refuse him. With a kiss to his sweat-soaked hair, your hand pulls away, back arching in protest while he cries out. 

“Shhh,” Your breath fans over his ear, legs moving to straddle him, hips perched above his waist. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” He grumbles incoherently and you huff a laugh, storing the moment in your mind so you can tease him about it later. 

And then you’re slowly sinking down, his large, thick cock spreading your walls in a painful rush of pleasure. He moans in your ear, the feeling of his breath against your neck has you lightly biting his shoulder.  With a shuddering breath, you pull away until the tip is barely inside of you before you slam your hips down, his dick far deeper than your fingers could ever reach. 

“Touch me.” He’s happy to do so, hips thrusting into yours while his lips travel to your perky nipple, tongue drawing tight circles before he pulls it into his mouth completely, sucking harshly and causing your walls to clench around him. 

Your sweaty skin sticks to him, the smell of sex filling the air. Your boobs bounce with each thrust, capturing Azriel’s attention, eyes wide and pouty like he were in a trance. “I’m not going to last long,” He mutters around a moan, hands kneading at your flesh. Your hands raise to the brown strands of his hair, yanking tightly before pulling him in for a kiss. It’s messy, teeth clashing, his nose pressed into your cheek.

“I'm not going to last either.” You feel like you’re on fire, gasping for air as your back arches, legs shaking around his thighs. “You’re so beautiful,” You hear him mutter around a quiet groan, his lips leaving warm, open mouthed kisses on any part of you he could reach. His nails are digging into your skin, his hands shaky. 

The familiar sensation of tightness grows in your stomach, coiling tautly as your breath staggers. You rub your finger against your swollen clit, already sensitive from your last orgasm, as you chase the height of your pleasure. 

He throws his head back against the back of the sofa, Adams's apple bobbing as the veins in his neck throb. “Can I- Gods, can I come? Please?” Your nails scratch down his chest, his abs clenching in delight. “Cum for me baby, I’m right behind you.” 

He shouts your name, his large hands moving to your hips and controlling your thrusts, smashing your hips down on his cock. His cum drips down your thighs and the coil inside your stomach bursts at the sight, a moan leaving your lips as your heartbeat echoes in your ears. Your legs shake and you feel so good it’s almost sickening. 

After what felt like one of the longest, most intense rush of sensations, you slump against Azriel’s chest, head resting in the crook of his neck as you both attempt to catch your breaths. His nails lightly scratch down your back, causing you to shiver. His chin rests atop your sweaty hair and he kisses your head before muttering, “I’m going to be losing a lot more often if my reward is that.”

Your body shakes with laughter and you pull away slightly to look at him. “Shut up.” And then you’re kissing him, so filled with love and happiness you could burst. 

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Softie

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Notes: Requested, fluff

Summary: You drag Agatha Harkness out on a picnic date and she can't believe how much she enjoys it.

An: Mega soft cute fluff. Sorry that it's a little short.

Masterlist

The more Agatha began to think, the more she was genuinely confused as to how she landed herself in this predicament. A picnic date.

It was too pleasant for her usual taste. The sun was up high in the sky, yet a cool breeze made the heat more bearable. People were scattered around the park doing various activities joyfully. There was not an ounce of chaos in sight.

“I’ve never seen someone look so perplexed about a park before,” you comment opening the picnic basket.

Her confusion seemed to clear at the sound of your voice. That’s right, she was here on this beautiful day at the park, because you suggested it.

“I’m not perplexed, it’s just not my usual.”

“Hundreds of years old and parks are mystifying to you,” you tease her.

Agatha deadpans, “Not parks, just you.”

You blush under her gaze, “Whatever, let’s just unpack the picnic.”

Agatha smiles genuinely, helping you unpack the basket. She was pleasantly surprised to find a lot of her favorites tucked away inside.

“So… what now?”

You laugh at her, “Now we enjoy the snacks, the outdoors, and each other.”

Agatha sighs, “It’s so mundane.”

You shake your head, “Does my company bore you?”

Agatha sputters, scooting closer to you, “If that were the case, I wouldn’t be here… at a park. I prefer having you by my side.”

You lay your head in her lap. Her hand finds a place in your hair, and it feels all too natural.

“You’re getting soft,” you say looking up at her.

“You seem to have that kind of effect on me,” she says softly.

You get lost in her aura. The feeling of her hands combing through your hair made you giddy. You reach for the bunch of grape you had packed, picking a single one and holding it up for Agatha to eat.

She looked at you for a long moment before eating the grape from your fingers.

“You want another?”

“Keep em coming sweetheart, if I use my imagination I can taste wine.”

You chuckle at her antics, “You’re adorable.”

She arches an eyebrow, “Adorable? I am Agatha Harkness, feared by all. Cunning, mischievous , hot, I am not adorable.”

“It’s even cuter when you go on those tangents.”

Agatha refuses to look at you as a blush coats her cheeks. However you don’t let her hide from you so easily. You sit up, gently pulling her towards you. You place a small kiss on her lips.

“I swear you’re trying to make me melt today,” Agatha mumbles.

You steal another kiss from her, “Maybe I am.” You lie flat on the blanket encouraging Agatha to do the same. “Look at the clouds with me. That one kind of looks like Señor Scratchy.”

Agatha stares into the sky and truly she only sees white blobs, but she thought better than tell you that. Instead she plays along, pointing out random clouds and attributing their likeness to something.

“That one looks like a broom.”

You intertwine your hands together unconsciously, “I see it, and the one next to it looks like a turtle.”

The excitement in your tone makes Agatha feel all warm inside, “We could get a turtle.”

You turn to face her, “I thought you hated pets?”

“Hate, is a strong word. Besides, I like Señor Scratchy. I think a turtle would be pretty docile in comparison to a dog or cat.”

“What would you name it?”

She shrugs, “I think that’s your domain sweetheart.”

“I don’t know, Señor Scratchy is a great name.”

Agatha thinks for a minute, “Tortellini.”

You burst out in laughter, “Tortellini the turtle? I love it.”

Agatha stares at your side profile as you laugh. The sun beaming down on you in that moment. It was as if you were glowing. Agatha begins to realize that she always feels like you have this glow about you. You carry yourself with a brightness that she can’t help but be affected by.

Her layers of sarcasm, selfishness, and superiority can’t help but peel away in your presence. She wasn’t used to feeling this amount of positive emotion. It was surprising that it wasn’t making her sick. In all truth she could never get sick of you or the ways that you challenged her.

The sweet moments between the two of you the cute dates, Agatha enjoyed it all. She may have even gone as far as to say she loved it. She loved spending time with you, she loved being around you, she loved talking to you.

“Y/n,” your name falling from her lips pulled you out of your laughter.

She hardly ever called you by your name. There was always a term of endearment to replace it. Whenever she did use your name, it felt serious. Yet when you look over to her, you see her eyes shining. You hadn’t seen Agatha scared many times, but it’s easy for you to pinpoint the fear in her eyes.

You hum in response, pulling your interlocked hands up to your lips and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

The large breath she lets out does little to quell either of your nerves.

“I love you.”

Your eyes soften immediately as you stare at the older woman. Agatha waits for you to say something, anything. Her eyes are glued to the picnic blanket.

“Agatha,” her name is light on your tongue.

She hesitates, but eventually meets your gaze. There are tears welling up in your eyes, your emotions overwhelming you entirely.

The witch doesn’t know what to make of the situation. She doesn’t have to wonder for too long before your lips are on hers.

Her lips move against yours tentatively. The kiss is the exact opposite of the fiery woman delivering it. She lets you lead the kiss, hoping she’s reading the moment correctly.

You don’t want to break the kiss, but the breeze reminds you that you’re in a public park. You pull away from her slightly, hands cupping her face as you maintain eye contact.

“I love you too.”

All of the anxiety and fear leaves Agatha’s being. She smiles, fully; a sight that you’re always trying to get out of her.

“I can’t believe you have me confessing my love for you at a park, like some lovesick teenager,” Agatha jokes, smile not leaving her face.

“I always thought I’d say it first. I can't believe you beat me to it.”

Agatha wraps her arms around you, “ I’ll let you have the next relationship milestone, if that’ll make you feel better hun.”

You lean back into her hold, “No, no I like it when you get all nervous. It’s cute.”

Agatha squeezes you a bit causing you to yelp, “You’re lucky that I love you.”

You kiss her cheek, “ I love you too, you big softie.”

Agatha kisses your forehead, before resting her chin on your head.

“Only for you.”

[javaxzun]

dionysus’ garden

※ Closeup+funfacts below!

Wanted to illustrate his private grape garden and gazebo :] i think it turned out well

Heres some fun facts about him! First, garden is seperated into 2 parts,

1. Grapes for him and his friends at the gazebo! they are varied and have different side effects to anyone (except himself) that includes either regenerative healing or it makes you drunk and feel extreme ecstasy. Ofcourse he picks only the regenerative ones for his guests. ..unless someone specifically asked for the risky ones.

2. Grapes for grillby’s bar. They both made a deal with each other in exchange for sans’ finest wines and grapes he would get free food and drinks from grillby’s. Or you know, grillby would just buy them straight off of sans if stock is low.

Ofcourse only sans knows which grapes are safe to eat. Sometime’s though, he loves fooling people once in a while.

The grapes on his body are the same as the one he grows on his garden too! but you can’t just pick willy nilly. He’ll pick one off from himself for you. don’t worry, they’re all delicious.

Contrary to popular belief, he actually doesnt drink wine that much. his favorite “”drink”” is grape sauce. no, not grape juice, sauce. He also cant get intoxicated by alcohol no matter the amount he has consumed. shove 2 bottles of vodka onto him and he wont even get dizzy.

His wine can range from different amounts of alcohol and sweetness, but it is the most richest and delicious wine you would ever drink. If you ask to have some wine from him, he’ll ask for your preferences. ..theres also a drink he can make, but it is extremely dangerous to consume and you would probably be crashing to every wall you see. it’ll make you feel really good though.

When the multiverse is involved most AU sans’ arrive into this garden. Say if you were to enter this AU, youd arrive in this garden.

Papyrus always tells him to stay under the gazebo because if he stays too long outside getting hit by sunlight, the leaves in his body overgrow and can sometimes even cover up his entire body. When this happens Papyrus scolds him but helps him cut away the overgrown ones.

Ofcourse sans most of the time forgets and just lays down on the grass anyway. lol.

dionysus sans - me!

[twinsimming]

Energy Drinks by Twinsimming 🥤

This mod adds custom Energy Drinks to a new type of vending machine.

This is a script mod that can be placed in your Packages folder. It was built and tested on 1.69 but should work fine on 1.67.

Requirements

The Sims 3: Late Night

The Sims 3: Seasons

The Sims 3: Supernatural

The Sims 3: University Life

Overview

Soda-Lightful Vending Machine

Energy Drinks

Side Effects

Flavors

New Moodlets

Soda-Lightful Vending Machine

- Price: §1250 - Category: Large Appliances - Includes all 11 original swatches + 1 recolorable option (3 channels) - Poly Count: 2346 - Originally created for The Sims 4 by RAVASHEEN, converted to The Sims 3 by me

Like the vending machines that came with University Life, sims can Buy Energy Drink, Shake Machine, or Slam Machine.

Energy Drinks

Teen and older sims can purchase energy drinks from the Soda-Lightful Vending Machine for §5 each.

Energy drinks boost the Energy need, give sims the custom Energy Rush moodlet, and remove any moodlets related to low Energy (Tired, Sleepy, Exhausted, Buzz Crashed, etc.), similar to drinking coffee, but the effect lasts twice as long (6 hours instead of 3 hours).

Drinking multiple energy drinks in a row will boost how long the Energy Rush moodlet lasts, as well as increase the moodlet's value, up to 18 hours and +30 mood.

Once the Energy Rush moodlet expires, sims get the custom negative Energy Crash moodlet.

Side Effects

If your sim goes more than 24 hours without another energy drink, they'll start to suffer from caffeine withdrawal and gain the custom negative Craving Caffeine moodlet for the next 2 days. Drinking coffee, tea, barista bar beverages, or another energy drink will remove this moodlet.

Drinking more than 2 energy drinks at a time also carries the risk of a sim being electrocuted and dying.

Teens and Elders both have a 5% chance of being electrocuted, while YA have a 1% chance and Adults have a 3% chance.

Flavors

There are 8 different energy drinks to choose from. 6 provide flavor-related moodlets from the snow cone machine from Seasons and the bubble blower from Late Night. These moodlets last for 4 hours.

From left to right in the second preview photo:

Charged Cherry (Cheery Cherry)

Pineapple Power-Up (On a Beach)

Lightning Lemon (Laidback Lemon)

e-Lectric Lime (Lucky Lime)

Blue Raspberry Blitz (Raspberry Romance)

Gigawatt Grape (Gleeful Grape)

The Unidentified Fizzy Ooze energy drink replenishes Alien brain power, but makes non-Aliens nauseous.

The last energy drink is called Mystery Flavor and it works like the jelly bean bush from Supernatural; including carrying the risk of death, so proceed with caution.

New Moodlets

Energy Rush: Given when sims drink an energy drink, lasts 6 hours, +10, +20, or +30 mood

Energy Crash: Given when the Energy Rush moodlet expires, lasts 7 hours, -15 mood

Craving Caffeine: Given when sims go more than 24 hours without another caffeinated drink, lasts 2 days, -30 mood

Tuning

All of the tunable values can be found on the mod download page under the header “Tuning”.

Script Namespace

If you want to turn a different vending machine into an energy drink vending machine, open your desired object in s3pe and replace the current script name with the following:

Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Twinsimming.EnergyDrinksMod.VendingMachine

Conflicts & Known Issues

This is a new scripted object, so there shouldn’t be any conflicts.

All of the drink cans are different colors when placed in the world and during the drinking animation, but they all have a red can icon when placed in a sim's inventory. I'm not sure how to fix this right now, but that should be the only issue of note.

Credits

EA/Maxis for The Sims 3 and The Sims 4, mesh by RAVASHEEN, Visual Studio 2019, ILSpy, s3pe, Notepad++, Sims4Studio, TSRW, Blender, Milkshape, Gimp, and Script Mod Template Creator.

Thank You

Thank you to RAVASHEEN and everyone in the Sims 3 Creators' Cave Discord!

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Hermes left Ithaca with an unusual weight resting in the back of his mind, his sandals lifting him effortlessly from the palace grounds and carrying him up, up into the ether, past the clouds that shimmered with the dusk's final blush.

The night had only just begun to lull the world below, but Olympus was always alive—eternally vibrant, eternally gilded.

Hermes sighed, tugging at the edge of his red cloak, his gaze flicking toward the horizon, where the golden halls of Olympus glowed like a promise. His sandals' wings fluttered lazily as he landed without a sound on its marble steps.

It wasn't long before he found Apollo reclining as though the universe revolved solely around him.

Hermes had a knack for timing—always arriving right when it would make the most impact, and this night was no exception.

Apollo was reclining on a golden chaise, a nymph at either side feeding him grapes while a third played a soft tune on a reed pipe. His eyes were half-lidded, his dark curls glistening with a faint golden sheen, falling artfully over his forehead, and the lyre he had conjured floated above him, strings moving on their own as if he were still playing it.

The god of music looked every bit the picture of satisfaction—utterly self-assured, basking in his own splendor.

Hermes couldn't resist.

"Oh, brother dearest," Hermes called, a mischievous glint lighting his eyes as he strolled forward, his staff clinking softly against the marble. "I see you're surrounded by your usual entourage. Good to know you haven't let your ego grow too much in my absence."

Apollo's eyes snapped open, annoyance flickering across his features for just an instant before it melted into a smirk.

"Hermes," he drawled, waving off the nymphs as he sat up. "What brings you to Olympus this fine evening? Shouldn't you be off delivering things?"

Hermes let a slow grin spread across his lips, letting the silence stretch for a beat before speaking. "Oh, nothing of much consequence. Just thought you'd like to know..." He paused, watching as Apollo head lolled in bored, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "I finally delivered that little gift of yours. You know, the one for your favorite mortal."

The effect was instantaneous.

The lyre dropped, Apollo's eyes widening with excitement, and he pushed himself off the chaise, his curls bouncing slightly. The nymphs backed away as Apollo's full attention focused on Hermes, his face a mixture of delight and urgency.

"Really?" Apollo almost beamed, his eyes alight with a golden fire. "Tell me, brother, what was her reaction? Did she love it? What did she say?"

Hermes' brow arched, the corner of his mouth twitching as though amused by the sudden fervor. He shrugged nonchalantly, turning his staff between his fingers. "Oh, you know," he said, voice lazily drawling. "Mortal tears, the usual overwhelmed gratitude—I'd say you did pretty well."

Apollo's grin widened, his eyes sparkling. "Ha! Of course, I did. I chose it, didn't I?" He crossed his arms, his chest swelling with pride. "No doubt it moved her to tears. I knew it was the perfect way to lift her spirits after that vile princess shattered her precious lyre."

Hermes' smile froze, just slightly, as he tilted his head, feigning indifference. "Oh? So you knew about that?" He tried to sound casual, though there was a sharpness hidden beneath his words.

Apollo's features twisted, his expression darkening, his golden brows furrowing as a scowl marred his perfect face. "Knew about it?" he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "I saw it. I felt it. The moment that girl dared to touch what was mine—I wanted to come down there and smite her where she stood, to wipe her from existence for daring to make her cry."

He ran a hand through his golden curls, exhaling sharply. "But alas," he added with a bitter edge to his voice, "Ares has his hand over Bronte, and we've an agreement not to meddle in each other's territories unless mortally provoked."

There was a pause, a flicker of something raw in Apollo's eyes before he continued, softer now. "She doesn't deserve that pain—she's too... fragile for it." His words lingered, his voice dipped with a strange tenderness. "Do you know, Hermes, how rare it is for a mortal to move me? They sing of us, praise us, offer sacrifices at our altars, but it's hollow. Empty gestures driven by fear or tradition."

His gaze shifted, a faint, almost reverent glow lighting his features. "But ____? She feels every note, every string, as if it were a part of her soul. She gives her music freely, without pretense or expectation. It's not just beautiful—it's pure. Untainted by ambition or arrogance." He leaned forward slightly, his golden eyes blazing. "How could I not protect that? How could I not claim that for myself?"

Hermes hummed in acknowledgment, but his gaze was sharper now, watching the way Apollo's fists clenched at his sides, how his eyes gleamed not just with irritation, but with a glint of something else—something possessive. He leaned casually on his staff, the air around him relaxed, though his mind was racing.

"Yes, yes, of course. I remember the pact, yadda, yadda," Hermes said, waving a hand dismissively, as if trying to defuse Apollo's seething anger. "It's just... well, you know me. I took my sweet time getting there, and I thought perhaps..." He trailed off, his eyes narrowing in a calculating manner, seeking a hint of truth behind Apollo's bluster.

Apollo's gaze snapped back to Hermes, his expression softening once more, the rage dissipating like a storm that had never really formed. "She's fine, right? ____?" he asked, the softness almost boyish, a strange contrast to his earlier fury. "Tell me she's happy now."

Hermes blinked, the corners of his mouth twitching upward again. Interesting, he thought. He let a small chuckle escape, reaching out to pat Apollo's shoulder. "Oh, she's happy enough, dear brother. You've made quite the impression, as always."

Apollo's eyes gleamed again, his smile returning as he nodded, clearly satisfied with himself. "Of course I did. She is my favorite mortal, after all." He said it with such casual conviction, the statement almost lost in the grandeur of his words.

Apollo's gaze grew distant for a moment, as if lost in thought. "Imagine the joy she must feel now, holding such a divine creation," he murmured, his voice softening. "The strings that echo the music of the heavens, the craftsmanship beyond any mortal's imagination... Surely, she must be overwhelmed with delight." He spoke as if he could already see it all, his eyes glinting with a mix of pride and longing, like the scene played out vividly in his mind.

If only you knew, Hermes internally scoffed, his smile fixed and unreadable.

His mind flickered back to the quiet room in Ithaca, the way your fingers had clung to the old, splintered lyre as if it were more precious than ambrosia. He could still hear your voice, trembling with raw emotion, speaking of its memories and warmth.

Your mortal sentimentality baffled and intrigued him all at once—a creation so divine cast aside, eclipsed by something far humbler, yet infinitely more cherished.

With a sigh that barely reached his lips, Hermes made up his mind. He wasn't going to get anything more out of Apollo. No revelations, no genuine answers—just endless rambling about his muse, his divine creations, and, of course, himself.

So, with a lazy flick of his wrist, Hermes' feet lifted from the ground, and he pushed off, a breeze carrying him away from Apollo's favored grove.

Apollo, for his part, didn't even notice Hermes' departure, too busy preening as he spoke of his sweet mortal—a fact that caused Hermes to roll his eyes.

No sense talking to someone more interested in his own reflection, he thought as he ascended past the clouds.

But instead of returning to his duties, Hermes decided there was something else he needed to do—someone else he needed to see. He wasn't quite done with his curiosity about the mortal girl Apollo had taken such an interest in.

He hadn't missed how even the smallest mention of her seemed to light up the god's entire demeanor. And if Apollo was this obsessed, then Hermes figured there had to be something more to it.

It didn't take him long to reach Athena's chambers, her owl-faced guards recognizing him and allowing him through without question.

He pushed through the heavy wooden doors, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on the goddess herself, bent over a scroll, her attention locked onto whatever she was studying.

"Athena, my dear," Hermes called, his voice carrying across the room as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "You look as radiant as ever, deep in your thoughts, I see."

Athena turned, her silver-gray eyes narrowing slightly, though her lips quirked into something almost like a smile. "Hermes," she said, her tone tinged with the familiar mix of mild exasperation and fondness. "What brings you here? Surely you have duties to tend to—deliveries to make?"

"Oh, don't remind me," Hermes groaned dramatically, clutching a hand to his chest as though wounded. He took a few playful strides toward her, leaning casually against a nearby pillar. "But I have to say, something much more interesting has caught my attention lately. I'm here to ask about someone—A mortal, to be precise." He raised an eyebrow, waggling his brows in that unmistakable mischievous way.

Athena's brow arched, her eyes sharpening, though a flicker of curiosity flashed in her gaze.  "A mortal?" Her voice was laced with dry amusement. "And why would you be interested in a mortal, Hermes? Should I be worried?"

"Not at all, dear sister. No mischief this time..." Hermes tilted his head slightly, pausing for effect. "...well, at least nothing that involves me." He crossed his arms over his chest, fingers tapping rhythmically against his bicep, watching her closely for any sign of a reaction. "It's about our dear brother, Apollo, actually."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes flashing with curiosity. "Apollo?"

Hermes nodded, his expression growing almost conspiratorial. "Indeed. It seems our radiant brother has been somewhat preoccupied lately—obsessed even. He finally got me to deliver one of his divine lyres down to a little mortal he's been watching." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "A mortal from Ithaca, if that rings a bell."

Athena's eyes widened slightly, and Hermes didn't miss the flicker of recognition that passed across her face. "Ithaca, you say?" she mused, her gaze drifting momentarily.

Then something clicked in her expression, and her lips parted slightly in understanding. "Ah, yes... Odysseus and Telemachus," she said, the names laced with a faint nostalgia, her tone softening almost imperceptibly. "They've spoken of a servant before—Telemachus, particularly. I do recall him mentioning someone once or twice in our past conversations... "

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "A sort of musician. I suppose that's the one Apollo's so taken with?" She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she seemed to recall something else. "I also believe I gave them an enchanted music sheet... I think. I'll have to retrieve it back at some point."

Hermes grinned, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "The very same." He made a dismissive gesture with his hand, as if trying to shoo away the absurdity of it all. "Can you imagine, our mighty Apollo, all aflutter over a mortal girl? He's been rambling on and on about her as if she's the next muse born unto the earth. Though, admittedly, he did make quite the scene when her lyre broke—if I'm not mistaken, he was moments away from descending and turning her little enemy into something very unpleasant." He glanced sideways at Athena, gauging her reaction.

Athena gave a small shake of her head, her eyes half-lidded in a mixture of amusement and something more guarded. "Apollo and his passions," she murmured. "They burn bright, but often far too hot. I suppose it's fortunate, then, that he didn't act on that impulse," She sighed, her expression growing more reflective. "Though I imagine his obsession won't fade anytime soon. Such things rarely do when it comes to Apollo."

Her gaze sharpened then, fixing on Hermes with a weight that silenced the humor in his smirk. "And you, brother? What business do you have meddling in Apollo's affairs? You aren't planning on interfering with another god's favored mortal, are you? You remember what happened last time."

Hermes lifted his hands in mock surrender, his smile widening into a playful grin. "Dear sister, you wound me! I am nothing if not a law-abiding god." He placed a hand over his chest, his face the picture of feigned innocence. "I would never think of getting involved in something as serious as that—I simply wanted to understand what has Apollo so enchanted. I mean, really, me, meddling? When have I ever been known to get myself tangled in anyone else's messes?"

Athena's gaze didn't waver, her silver-gray eyes cutting into him like a blade. She let the silence linger, her expression unreadable as if weighing every word. "You may convince yourself of your innocence, Hermes," she said finally, her voice calm but edged with steel. "But curiosity is a dangerous thing—even for a god. Apollo is not known for his restraint when it comes to those he holds dear, and you would do well to tread carefully."

"Just know, I'll be watching both of you, just as I watch over those who bear my favor." Her lips quirked into something faintly resembling a smile, though her eyes gleamed with warning. "And remember, the rules of Olympus apply to everyone... even you."

She turned back to her work, her fingers lightly brushing over the edge of her scroll. "Even the gods cannot see every thread of the Fates. So if you decide to get involved, be sure you're ready for the consequences, Hermes. Gods do not take kindly to interference, especially when their favorites are concerned."

Hermes looked at her for a moment longer, his usual grin softening into something more deliberate. "You worry too much, Athena. It's just a harmless bit of curiosity," he said lightly, though there was a glimmer in his eyes that spoke of more than mere curiosity. "Besides, trouble and I have been well-acquainted for millennia, and I've always made it through in one piece."

"Of course, you have, but the line between chaos and calamity is thinner than you think."

Hermes chuckled, pushing himself off from the pillar. "True, but thin lines make for the best balancing acts, wouldn't you say?" He turned on his heel, making his way back to the door before turning back to give an exaggerated bow. "Still, I suppose I should thank you for indulging me, dear sister." With that Hermes made his exit.

"Curiosity," Athena murmured under her breath as the trickter god lefft, her tone both knowing and resigned. "The beginning of far too many stories."

As soon as Hermes made it out of her chambers, his winged sandals lifted him off the marble floor of the temple. The wind caught under his feet, propelling him forward, out into the vast expanse of sky.

Hermes smiled to himself, his curiosity far from satisfied, but his mind already shifting gears. He had learned enough for now—at least enough to know there was something worth keeping an eye on.

The mortal from Ithaca—Apollo's favorite—you were certainly more than you seemed. And whatever Apollo had planned for you, Hermes was sure it would be entertaining enough to keep his attention—for now.

Athena's warning echoed faintly in his mind, but he shrugged it off with a smirk. He wasn't sure if it was going to lead to trouble, but then again, trouble was what made his life interesting.

With a grin and a flash of his winged sandals, Hermes took off across the sky, the shimmering landscape of Olympus disappearing beneath him as he sped away, laughter echoing in the wind. "Besides... when have I ever backed down from a little chaos?" he muttered to himself, the corners of his lips curling in anticipation.

A/N: here's a bit of extra scenes/plot to 12 ┃ 𝐠𝐨𝐥����𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞  i didnt know where to put without making word vomit, lolol anywho hope you guys enjoyed the insights in the gods, might start doing this a bit more to fill in missing pieces/info lolol

[rodolfoparras]

Oh to be with old man price right now drunk on shitty wine and dancing to hozier in a dimly kitchen.

It’s not every day that you get to see Price this relaxed. Usually his mind is spinning with hundreds of thoughts- wondering if an old man like him is fit for someone young like you, wondering if there is someone who could treat you better than him, someone closer to your age someone who’s not jarred from the years they spent living, someone better looking who you could spend the rest of your life with-

But tonight he can only think about what a lucky bastard he is to have a man like you in his life. He’s got this lazy smile on his face as he pears up at you over his wine glass, and having noticed his blatant staring you can’t help but ask what’s on his mind.

“Nothing” he says, and downs what’s left in his glass. It’s not often he allows himself drink, not ever since his doctor told him to go easy with the beers. His body can’t handle alcohol like it used to and many times it has shown him that. But every once in a while he’ll allow himself a glass, especially on nights like these and he can already feel the alcohol having its effect on him, the tension in his body slowly easing up, and tongue readying itself to say too much.

However you won’t let it go, arms slinking around his waist and pulling him into your embrace

“Tell me” you whine out, into his salt and pepper hair, mindlessly rocking side to side with him in your embrace.

“Keep up with that and I’ll throw up on you,” Price grunts out, eyes squeezing shut in hopes of lessening the effects of the rocking motions but despite his words he sneaks his own arms around your waist , sweat soaked forehead pressed against your chest while he moves along to the music that’s playing in the background.

Your skin feels ever so warm while pressed flushed against his, the faint smell of your cologne and laundry detergent invades his nostrils and standing this close he’s sure he can hear your heartbeat or maybe it’s his very own pulse roaring in his ears.

This is nice, Price thinks to himself, even finds himself humming along to the tune playing from your phone before he starts softly singing to you

“You know you’re bright as the morning, soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape “ Price gets so lost in the moment, he doesn’t even notice the amused smile on your face as he continues to sing. “If you can sit in a barrel maybe I’ll wait. Until that day I’d rather take my whiskey neat my coffee black and my bed at three,”

For many years Price thought that death was his ever lasting companion, that God was going to punish him for all the crimes he’s committed, that he’d end up all alone and loveless, with only the Grim reaper taking interest in such a sad and lonely man yet here he was drunk and dancing with the love of his life in your shared kitchen.

He indeed is a lucky bastard.

The gentle touch of your hand on his cheek, snaps him out of the little world he disappeared in and when his eyes flutter open, he’s met with your soft gaze and the warm smile painted on your face.

“What?” He says, and clears his throat, feelings his face turn red as ever

“Nothing,” you shrug, echoing his words from earlier with a small smile on your face and just as he’s about to ask a follow up question, you pull him in for a kiss.

All thoughts disappear as you mold your lips onto his. You mostly tastes of wine and of something sweet, probably the slice of store bought cake you sneaked in as dessert and Price finds himself addicted to it, easily getting lost in the taste, and the feel of your prickly hairs brushing across his chin, all while sweet grunts and groans tumble past your lips.

In that very moment he feels a surge of pride washing over him. See Price may harbor many insecurities but he knows how to kiss and he sure makes it clear as his own hand cups your cheek to deepen the kiss.

It doesn’t take much before he’s slipping his tongue inside your mouth, free hand sneaking under your pajama pants and cupping you in the palm of his hand.

“Oh- oh fuck,” you breathe out in surprise, eyes wide as he feels you twitch under his touch.

“How about we take this somewhere else hm?” Price says, playfully nibbles at your ear before he pulls away from your embrace and who are you to deny such request?

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you hated when rafe came over, it was like you weren't there as him and barry settled into a language you didn't understand, as tense and uneasy as it could be.

barry blamed you, told you to stop being so fuckin quiet and speak when he had company but rafe made you sick. he was pathetic, always whining and crying for barry to fix it. you didn't need barry to fix shit, but the second rafe came blubbering about a problem barry was off to his rescue.

he'd fuss and cuss sure, but you didn't miss how rafe looked, soft and open and trembling like a baby deer.

if you could, you'd gut rafe nose to navel.

mocking him is just as effective.

"you good over there baby boy?"

rafe's whole body stiffens, he flushes bright pink and you know you got him. rafe didn't know you knew about that. rafe also doesn't know that sometimes barry slips and calls you that too.

"leave him alone, i don't feel like dealin with yalls shit aight?"

barry sounds bored of the whole ordeal already, and that makes you more upset. for once you want him to give a fuck about you while rafe is there.

getting up from your spot on the couch, you feign nonchalance as you sit on the arm rest, looking down at rafe like he's beneath you for once. forcing him to come face to face with his dirty little secrets. barry's not all that quiet anyways.

so, you ignore him, "y'know you're real pretty rafe, so it's fine if you can't get it up," you poke at rafe, tugging the collar of his shirt to look down at his hard nipples, practically slamming your foot in your lap to feel him chub up beneath your sole. he's shaking so much you don't know if he'll hit you or jet away, "yeah you're real pretty rafe. pretty like a girl. you get wet like one too."

when barry punches the side of your head your ears ring. before you know it you're sprawled on the ground, dizzy and disoriented as your brain tries to reconnect with your limbs. but barry just kicks you back down, pressing your face into the dirty floor with his boot all hard and unyielding like he could crush your skull just like that.

"what'd i fuckin say?" barrys practically spitting, you can barely see him over his shoe but it the pressure of him threatens to pop your head like a grape and you whimper, "yeah that don't feel good do it? cut this shit out, i got work to do and i don't need your little ass startin shit."

with another painful step he pushes off you, walking back inside to his room, "now say your sorry and shut the fuck up."

it doesn't actually matter if you're sorry or not. barry's just fine to leave you two be for the time being.

all you do is lay there wheezing, tears streaming down your face and blood dripping down your nose when you turn to look at rafe and you see the damp patch on his crotch.

painfully, you laugh, "did you just squirt in your pants you fuckin loser?"

[starzblvd]

Counting Seconds | Ellie Williams

synopsis; A new special way to welcome the new year in Ellie’s old bedroom during a party

an; Wishing everyone a happy new years !! I’m going to be eating grapes under the table and following superstitions🤍

established relationship, panty play, some spit play(?), scissoring, fingering (receiving), dom!ellie sub!reader

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Back in Jackson Ellie agreed to help host a New Year’s party with Joel, Dina, Jesse. Of course any of your friends or family were free to join.

Considering the party was held in the house Ellie was raised in during her youth she took the liberty to dress more comfortably. The party was open invite, more people than you’d thought ended showing up. It was a lively party, everyone had plenty of things to talk about since the night was still young. The music would have been irritatingly loud if not for it being New Year’s Eve. Opposite of Ellie, you dressed up and did your hair up. Black mini skirt and your favorite top, now fixing a few flyaway hairs in the bathroom mirror, then you heard someone’s knocking outside the door.

“I’ll be out in a sec!”

Ellie turned the knob and let herself in when she heard your familiar voice, walking in to hug you from behind making eye contact through the mirror. “Think you’re gonna make it to midnight?”

“We have to make it to midnight El’s.”

જ⁀➴˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Now that it was closer to midnight your vow to stay awake didn’t sound so important. The loudness of the music had the opposite effect, instead keeping you alert it was almost like a lullaby easing you to sleep. Ellie didn’t look sleepy in the slightest, she was swirling her drink by the glass rim staring at the performances on the television.

With her back turned to you, leaning in you clutch her waist in allowing your head to rest on Ellie, using her back as a pillow. Maybe this way you’d find it easier to make it to the end of the night. Ellie caught on early how you were currently struggling to stay up with how you sighed, then breathing back in her sweetly tart perfume scent.

“Cmon, getting tired already? We’re just half an hour away,”

Putting aside her drink on the table, she held her hand on top of your own. Ellie nudged you buy rolling her shoulder to hopefully open your eyes from their half lidded position, but you responded by groaning against her spine and squeezing her to let you stay like that a little longer. Long enough for you to see the clock strike zero.

Standing behind her, Ellie looked from the left of the room to the right checking the coast to make sure not one person would notice to arise suspicion for her next moves. People were on the other side of the room so she took this as her sign to go. “I need to show you something.”

A quieted low laugh came from her while prying your hold away. Ellie held her arm out to you still looking everywhere else to make sure she’s slipping away quietly. Treading more on your toes than your heels you followed her up the steps of the staircase ascending away from the party. Upstairs the music was muffled, Ellie geared towards her room kicking the door open with the tip of her shoe. The hinges squeaked like in annoyance with how she never used the handle, inside her old room the walls were painted a muted blue.

Posters pinned up of almost everything she’d ever taken an interest in, memorabilia of her teen years in every corner of her room. The current studio in your shared apartment shared so many similarities to this room, it was cute really.

Ellie rolled her eyes at your staring, grinning she anchored you down with her weight onto the bed to sit next to her. Immediately she was leaning into your body kissing you fast onto your lips, then your cheeks, then the bottom of your jaw. By now you’ve gotten a hint of her intentions of bringing you alone.

“El’s there’s people below”

“A few kisses isn’t gonna scare them,”

Being so close her words ticked on your skin and so did her seemingly never ending peppered kisses. Regardless of being on a different floor, paranoid you kept your giggles hushed to not be heard by any other soul than Ellie’s.

Slipping from her original spot she sunk down to the ground onto her knees, poised right before you. Putting your hands together for her to kiss the soft skin of your fingers, Ellie was savoring you slowly as to make sure not to miss any part of you. With both legs pressed together you could feel a new need for her. Subconsciously squeezing and tensing your thighs together didn’t help the surge of impatience for attention from you. It would be embarrassing for how quickly you got like this if Ellie wasn’t the same.

“El’s,”

“What are you so whiny for?”

She whispered and even her chuckling was brought down to the same volume you spoke. Except Ellie didn’t plan on keeping so quiet the entire time. She rode the fabric of your skirt up delicately letting the sheen of the moons light gloss your thighs. Whether you choosing to opt out on wearing safety shorts tonight specifically was intentional or not, she pulled the sides of your panties up making a clear, tight display of your puffy lips. Allowing, no, begging her to get closer you further separated your legs apart, leaning back onto the support of your forearms staring down at Ellie giving her lips a coat of saliva with a quick lick.

At first she plunged in with the tip of her nose bumping your clit before moving her face up to properly kiss it. Bringing the panties even more higher up your torso the fabric scrunched to be enveloped in between your folds, exposing how’d your body quickly opened up yearning for Ellie.

Keeping the panties in front of your cunt she put some pressure in sticking her thumb in, only a bit. Ellie was acting insufferable only giving you teases, pushing down onto her finger only made her retract her hand and body back.

“You gotta hold off a little, can’t go giving it up so easily,”

“but, I want to.”

”you sure about that?”

Placing her hand back onto your crotch bottom side wrist up, her index took no time to force the soaked underwear out and to the side, easily plunging into you with her middle finger too, squishing the wetness while doing so. Whimpering louder than you’d like to let out was more embarrassing and nerve racking given the situation outside the door. Wiggling her fingers up and down outed the absolute messy sticky slush you had created in the few passing minutes.

Touching up on the spongey spot inside you with her long fingers completely lost in you, by now you’d wish Ellie moved faster.

On the shelf of the headboard there was a digital clock that had the seconds in the corner ticking by, counting down. 11:53. Ellie shifts upwards putting a knee up on the edge of the bed between your legs, doing this she slid out from you to grab the clock.

Ellie smiled at the red illuminated digits scoffing at it, soft and raspy “I can use this.”

Watching her pushing herself up from the ground to sit besides you, Ellie grazed your skin trailing up your thighs to completely remove and get rid of your panties. Slowly, she moves a bit back to lower her head to kiss your exposed clit, to suck it into her mouth with her lips so she could touch it with the tip of her tongue, plopping it back out with a coat of Ellie’s spit.

Bringing her head up to meet your face she smooshed your lips into another kiss, but you were needy now. Wasting no time to unbuckle her belt, not bothering to take it out the loops instead just pulling down her jeans along with her underwear. You could feel her heavy breathing on your top lip,

“I’ve been needing this all night.”

Ellie kicked her jeans off with each leg, pushing down onto you while cupping your hips. Now you were laid down completely on your arched back, raising your right leg up to her shoulder. When you easily offered yourself up for her like this she couldn’t ignore her urges anymore and immediately straddled her body onto you groaning a moan out when she could put her throbbing cunt on yours. Starting to rock on top of you, moving on you felt like continuous weaker orgasms that fluttered by. Meanwhile you were teased and touched the entire time so far, Ellie didn’t get to receive any attention on her own cunt, keeping everything inside her pants. Letting for her self made mess by watching you, playing with you, to pool and drown itself in itself before meeting yours. Whatever silence on the upper floor remained was filled with the slippery noises that came with the desires of each other and not to quiet moans.

“I need to fuck-…fucking see your tits.”

Her words came out trembling off her lips, like being almost out of breath, obliging by Ellie’s demands you grabbed the hem of your top pulling it off, trying to yank your bra right off too, disregarding the clasps in the back. Ellie copied your actions and brought her t-shirt over her head making her hair all disheveled, it was easier considering Ellie only ever wore sport bras.

Once your nipples got hit by the colder air and hardened she scooped both boobs into her palms to make some cleavage while they bounced back and forth. Looking up, the glowing stars placed on the ceiling started rocking back and forth too. Ellie let go one of her hands to pick the clock back up, staring at the seconds it was 17 seconds til midnight struck. Slowing down the speed she was going at she turned over the clock so you’d see the seconds go down for yourself.

“what are you showing-“

“We’re going to..make it to..zero.”

Ellie was seriously dedicated to pin pointing both of your climaxes the moment it became midnight. Placing the clock below your boobs staring the seconds down with furrowed brows, refusing to give you the satisfaction of cumming before she said so.

“10.” Ellie started counting down, thrusting only once.

“9” Not getting any faster. People started joining in counting down, quiet between numbers.

“8” One hand cupped her own breast while the other cupped yours.

”7” She squished the bundle of nerves in your nipple.

“5” Moving just faster to pick up pace, careful to not set her off.

“4” Forgetting to be careful.

“3” You could fell yourself on the very urge to unravel.

“2..fuck it.” Inconsiderate of the time Ellie pushed herself down on your clit with hers, sliding down on your slick, cumming right outside your cunt entrance. Downstairs people erupted into screams, they couldn’t hear Ellie’s broken stuttering moan, but maybe they could hear the high moan close to a yell you let out right after hers. The liquid slid down to the duvet, it was mixed with your cum and even more so with the last gentler thrusts.

Ellie collapsed right on top of you sandwiching the clock in the middle of your sweaty bodies. Kissing your cheek she blew a strand of hair from your face away, she looked tired but elated. Ellie lifted herself up to properly look at you,

“I can’t wait to love you for another year.”

[luveline]

Omg ok Jade my love can I request a princess soulmate au with Steve? Where reader is Prince Steve’s soulmate but maybe she’s not royal herself and is struggling a bit with being the future princess?

Almost like similar vibes to some of the loser gf with rockstar Sirius things you’ve done

thank you sm for your request! (sci-fi fairytale au) prince!steve

cw talk of losing weight to fit into a dress 

Prince Steven sits across from you with a bowl of grapes and a pair of embroidery scissors. He's going to stab me, you think morosely. I'm wretched and boring and he's going to stab me and then the stars will give him another soulmate and he'll forget this whole misfortune.

He seems lost for words as you are, or uninterested. You think he's going to talk and he eats another grape instead, hair fluttering in the breeze that filters in from the balcony, his eyes trained on the holoscreen. He's pretty —soft face, softer hair, almond shaped eyes that seem perpetually amused— but more alarmingly, he's fit. Physically fit from years of sports. Royals do all manner of olympiad competition, evident in his toned shoulders and his sun-kissed skin. 

"How's your embroidery?" he asks suddenly. 

You startle, pretending you'd been attending to that rather than staring at him uselessly. "It's going well, Prince Steven," you lie. You've never embroidered before —you have practical sewing skills for darning scuffed trousers and patching elbows, but embroidery is a labour of time. Time is a luxury you haven't had. 

"Steve," he corrects. 

"Do I… Is it really okay for me to call you that? Won't people think I'm presumptuous?" 

"Ten dollar word." He slides the bowl toward you, a beautifully glazed ceramic piece that likely cost more than your month's rent. "Well, they usually let me have whatever I want, and I want you to call me Steve. And to relax. And eat more." 

"I can't. They said I need to fit into my wedding dress." 

"The wedding dress needs to fit you," Steve says, the simple cut of his button down pulled snug to his chest as he leans back in his chair. "Not the other way around. Is that why you didn't eat much at breakfast? Or was it just gross?" 

"It wasn't gross," you say softly. 

"You don't have to do any of that stuff, either, if it's boring." 

You run your finger down the creamy linen stretched between your bamboo hoops. "I don't know if it's boring. I can barely do it." 

"You're too mean to yourself," he says. 

Steve stands and puts his arm behind his head, pushing his elbow until something clicks. Embarrassed by his dismissal, you stare at your hands and fume at yourself when they begin to tremble. 

It's too much. All of it. The cruel Palace attendants who know you're not good enough. Steve and his good nature. The wedding dress, the fine China, your wonky stitches. 

Steve steps to your side. He holds out his hand, and you pass him your embroidery without meeting his eyes. Your mood worsens at the sharp slink of snipping, sure that Steve will cut your pattern from the sketch and tell you to start again. 

"Sorry, your white knot at the back was bothering me. Pass me a slimmer needle? I'll tuck it behind your stitches." 

Astonished, you pass Steve a smaller needle from the pin cushion. His brows creases gently as he works, rewiring the white thread with patience and efficiency. 

"There. It looks really nice, honey. You're a fast learner." He passes you the hoop. You take it a beat too slow and he either doesn't notice or doesn't make a fuss, chucking you under the chin softly. "Don't worry so much. I'll talk to Cordelia about your wedding dress, the idea that you need to fit into it like it's one size fits all is dumb. It's made for you. Like, what are they expecting?" 

"They're probably hoping this is all a big mistake." 

"Did someone say that to you?" 

"Nobody had to say it to me, I can tell from the way they look at…" Steve takes your face into his hand, effectively killing anything you'd been trying to say.  

He seems royal, then. Used to getting his way, maybe, the disapproving lining of his otherwise sweet eyes. You get a flash of a memory, the morning you'd been presented, Steve in his finery with his platinum crown like a beacon in brown hair, you in your best dress, embarrassingly drab in comparison, your hand offered. He'd been meeting with eligible women all week. 

You were there as a formality. Never for a second did you think your soul mark would react to his, lines of light around your opposite wrists. 

To think you'd worried about touching him. You could never imagine how beautifully careful he is, how tender. You didn't know men were like this until Steve showed you, his niceness apparently bone deep and in everything he does. 

"If people are being jerks, you have to tell me." You never imagined how casual and vulgar he'd be either. "What's the point in being a princess if people don't respect you?" 

"I'm not a princess," you say. Your heart is a hummingbird as he turns his hand and strokes your cheeks with the backs of his fingers. 

"You will be. Nothing can change that. You're going to be a princess, and you can do as much or as little as you want, because those dorks left me in charge and I say so. I can decree it, if that makes you feel better," he says, dropping his hand, the phantom of it lingering like static shock. 

"What if I'm not meant for this?" you ask quietly, shy but terrified enough to ask. 

"I was meant for you," he says, tone matching yours in timidity. His sleeves rolled up as they are, you can see the soft light of his soul mark taking a pink hue. "Right?" 

Your soul mark glows a gentle pink to match his. Because you and Steve don't know one another well, not yet, but the feeling is there, thrumming under the skin like a pulse. Not love, not not love, a glowing desire. A want to know him.

There have been moments where you wished he wasn't a Prince, but then there's no guarantee you ever would have met. 

"Right," you mouth, offering him a small smile. 

"We were meant to be together…" Steve bends at the waist, meeting your eyes. He's yet to kiss you in the week since you met, but his touches come braver everyday, the unfamiliarity between you melding into butterflies. His smirk shakes them awake. "So let's be together the way we want to. Think of princess-ing as optional." 

"And you as mandatory?"

"I'm also optional," he says with a warm laugh. "But dinner is not. I need to know what you like, if we're going to get married."

You practically gulp. Right. You're going to be his soulmate, his princess, and his wife. 

"Don't be scared. I'm not cooking it, chef Joyce is." Steve brushes hair from his eyes like a model from the giant holo screens, unaware of his own attractiveness. "I'm a shitty cook. My talents lie in other things," he drawls grandly, "like lacrosse, and neck massages." 

He winks. You laugh genuinely for the first time since you met him, and his face splits with glee.  

—

if you want to request anything for this AU please do! steampunk princess soulmate and her smitten prince is my new fave thing

[joostsblog]

I really love all your Joost fics, and thank you so much for the Aggu crumbs 💕

Do you take Aggu requests too? There’s this one Aggu tiktok (the grape video) and I was wondering if you could do an Aggu x Reader where reader is the one feeding the grapes jokingly at first, but then it turns into something intimate

Yes, I saw the grape video and I think I get appeal 😌 This is a shorter one but I hope you enjoy it anyway & I hope it's fine with you that I also snuck a bit of Joost x reader in there 🤭

caught in the middle part one: picnic day ~ a Ski Aggu / Joost Klein x reader series

My masterlist here ✨💌 caught in the middle series masterlist

Pairing: Ski Aggu x reader (also a sneaky Joost Klein x reader, sry i had to)

Description: A cheeky joke between two friends turns into something different.

Word Count: 0.9k

A/N: THIS IS A SERIES NOW! Read part two here!

I usually don't write for Aggu but loved this idea so here you go💌 requests still open although I can't promise too many as I'll be on vacation the next two weeks ☀️ if you liked it, you can show your support by leaving a reblog 🫶

Warnings: mention of weed, not proofread

"Aggu!" you said with a big smile as you saw the blonde man walk up to you.

"(Y/N), what's up?" Aggu asked while engulfing you in a hug.

"Nothing much, you're the first person to be here," you shrugged and motioned to the picnic blanket you had already spread out on the grass.

"I expected nothing else," Aggu laughed and sat down on the blanket.

The both of you had a reputation within your friend group for always being punctual while everyone would be late. You were glad that at least you weren't the only person and secretly you liked it because it meant that every time you would hang out in a group you would get Aggu an extra 15 to 30 minutes just to yourself. So you couldn't complain, really. It was a warm late spring day, summer just around the corner. The park was lively but not too packed. Aggu was wearing a tight football jersey which hugged his figure and especially his upper arms very nicely.

It had only been recently when you looked at Aggu with different eyes. It happened when you were out partying a few weeks ago and the music was so loud, the club was so packed that you stood so close to Aggu that he had to lean down to you and closely whisper into your ear to tell you something. When the hairs on your arms shot straight up and suddenly you got all shy around him. Prior to this moment, you didn't know that Aggu could have this effect on you (maybe because before that Joost was all you could think about but right now your mind was preoccupied with the German rapper). Since you caught your little crush on Aggu that only grew by the minute you really appreciated how much of a flirty personality he had. Any joke or touch you shared would never be taken in the wrong way by him, that you were sure of.

"I got us some beer and cookies," Aggu announced as he unpacked the goods from his bag. "Also this," he held up a packet of weed. He laid down on his side only propped up by his elbow.

"Nice," you grinned. "I brought some hummus and veggie sticks and some grapes," you pointed to the food already on the blanket.

"I would love some grapes right now," Aggu pointed to the packet of grapes in front of you.

"Be my guest," you said.

"But I'm so comfortable right now," Aggu pouted. "Will you feed them to me? Please?" he said with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever," you said and opened the package. You didn't make the effort to actually pluck the grapes from the vine. He'll have to do that himself, you thought. Instead, you just scooted a bit closer to Aggu so you could comfortably reach him. You dangled the vine of grapes above his head so that he could reach the grapes with his mouth.

Aggu shot you a quick shot and a grin before he opened his mouth and took some of the grapes into his mouth. You realised the position you put him in really didn't help you to cure the crush anytime soon. You watched Aggu's face intently. How sharp and godlike his jawline looked from the side. How lush his lips looked as they wrapped around the grapes. How he closed his eyes as if he was leaning into a kiss. How the stubble on his face might feel against your fingers or maybe even between your thighs. You tried to ban those thoughts to the back of your head immediately.

"You also want one?" Aggu asked after he swallowed.

"Sure," you said and before you could pick a grape yourself Aggu went in again and plucked a single grape from the vine using his mouth.

He nodded and angled his head upwards to you, the grape positioned between his front teeth. There really was no way you could misread the invitation Aggu was sending you right now. You bit your lip and put your hand on Aggu's shoulder before you leaned down, your heart almost beating out of your chest. Your lips softly touched Aggu's as you took the grape and sucked it into your mouth. Instead of pulling back you suddenly felt Aggu's hand on your cheek, holding you just in place. Now your lips were properly pressed on Aggu's. The kiss was soft and sweet and yet you could feel arousal building up inside your lower stomach, wishing you could be in private and alone with Aggu right now.

"Are we interrupting something?" you heard your friend Bianca's amused voice behind you.

You let go of Aggu and looked up at her, embarrassment overcoming you. Behind Bianca was Joost who you noticed didn't look so amused like Bianca, his facial expression blank. You let go of Aggu's shoulder as you shifted your position beside him.

"What's up?" you asked the two of them nonchalantly and Bianca started ranting about the Tinder date she had been on just last night.

You could feel Aggu shifting closer to you again as he leaned over to whisper in your ear. Just for a second, your gaze crossed Joost's stare across from you but before you could even react he quickly looked away.

"If you're free tonight we can continue this," Aggu's voice seductively danced over your ear and you smiled.

"I'd like that very much."  

~

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[playerofspace]

YANDERE!GAMZEE MAKARA x GN!DARLING

★ in his nonsober state, there is perhaps nothing more important in this world to gamzee than the peace of sitting around, drinking a few fanciful sips of soda, and you. everything else, even his bestest of pals, quickly takes a backseat in his obsessive stupor.

★ at first you might find yourself charmed by his laidback demeanor. a lot of people tend to let their guard down around him—because really, what is good ol’ easygoing gamzee gonna do? but that’s exactly the play. to fool you and all the others. some wait to reveal their true colors when their prey gets closest to them, but he doesn’t even need to try all that hard.

★ it all boils underneath the surface. the violent urges, the way his relaxed stance suddenly tenses when he hears you mention others in casual conversation, the way his lazy smile curls into a not so subtle snarl. after a while, it’s hard to contain. he can’t just sit around anymore and wait for someone else to sweep you off your feet. gamzee is well aware of what his friends think of him: stupid, delusional, manic, strange. it wouldn’t be hard for them to convince you they were the better choice.

★ not many fancy him a planner, but he has thought this through many times. he tosses and turns in his recuperacoon at night, going over all the ways he could snap on a dime and murder every one who cares to witness you. the sopor never managed to keep that part of him quite at bay—the part that constantly dreams of violence.

★ he’s afforded them the privilege of you for too long now. you’re a blessing, a miracle not even in disguise. it’s disgusting that you value those lower than you. it’s like you don’t see your own worth. that frustrates him more than anything else. he knows now that he has to take the burden upon himself and make you understand that you shouldn’t be around filth like that.

★ gamzee tells you not to worry when people you care about begin to disappear. and you believe him, because why wouldn’t you? he’s the only one who could comfort you in such trying times. he rubs your back and says so softly, miracles like you never need to know no fright. somehow, the words don’t seem right this time. but you’re too caught up in your grief to care.

★ maybe it’s odd that even as gamzee’s friends vanish one by one, he still keeps that peaceful smile on his face. as if nothing has changed at all. and to him, that’s just the simple truth. he can watch them bleed and smile the next day. he can mangle their bodies beyond repair and look you in the eyes, whispering such sweet things as you cry to him about your concerns. as if the hands that hold up your face aren’t soaked with the blood of those you cared about.

★ all is right in the world. now with no competition, things can go back to the way they always used to be. you, him, and a bottle of grape soda. maybe even the occasional cuddle pile. you shake and shiver whenever he holds you, but he couldn’t account for all the side effects. all that matters is that you’re not leaving any time soon, and that’s just the way he wants it.

★ you may not ever figure out it was gamzee who slaughtered everyone. maybe you’ll live the rest of your life thinking it was some mysterious assassin who had a serious score to settle with your friends, or some monster you had yet to defeat. he wouldn’t have it any other way. good things come to those who wait, after all.

[lovelyiida]

➜ new years kiss headcanon’s!

CHARACTERS: BAKUGO, IIDA, KIRISHIMA, DENKI, SHINSOU

WARNINGS: SLIGHTLY smutty, intended fem/gn reader, mentions of panties, angst, the p word, your WAIST

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➜ BAKUGO KATSUKI ✲ gn! reader

Decides to kiss you after the countdown, he can’t handle the pressure. (No one can tell him what to do, not even a stupid clock).

"I think if I saw Mina force-feed another grape in her mouth under that table, I was gonna vomit."

"I barfed a little in my mouth, actually."

A guttural laugh escaped from your lips as you held your stomach for support, and Katsuki couldn’t stop looking at you. The both of you were on clean-up duty after the New Year’s party the class held. However, you easily stopped caring about cleaning and decided to do what the both of you did best—shit talking.

Eyes snapping wide, you sat up in your seat and pointed towards the blonde with a smirk. “Oh! And did you see Denki and Jiro kiss? Ugh, I swear they needed to get a room.” You grimaced in jealousy. Katsuki let out a dry chuckle before placing his feet up on the common room table.

“Sounds like you’re jealous,” Katsuki sighed. Rolling your eyes, you followed his actions and placed your feet on the table as well.

"Well, I thought a guy I knew was gonna kiss me, but he wussed out." You mumbled, picking at the lint on the couch. Katsuki’s eyes looked out into the distance, going into deep thought as to who this "guy" could be.

Iida? Old news, pretty funny seeing you get rejected by him, though.

Shoji? He doesn’t really want to picture that interaction.

Kirishima? He’d be a dead man if he tried it.

Laying his head back against the plush fabric, he turned and looked at you. “Wha?” You asked, a small smile pressed on your lips as you tilted your head to the side.

“Who’s the guy?” He asked in curiosity, eyebrows lifted as he tried his hardest not to look as if he really wanted to know the answer. Even though he really does.

“You promise not to get upset?” You said softly. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you watched the overdramatic blonde roll his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

“I swear... if it’s shitty-hair–“

“Nope.”

Katsuki gave you a look before sighing in defeat. “Alright, lay it on me.” Taking in a deep breath, you covered your eyes and cowered to the side. Slowly lifting your finger (for dramatic effect) towards him.

Katsuki’s eyes widened as he looked at your quivering finger (also for dramatic effect). “Me?” He said, disbelief etched through his tone as he grumbled out the word. Humming in response, the blonde was taken aback.

“I’m… the wuss?” He also said in disbelief. Uncovering your eyes, you slammed your hands on the couch. “Yes! You are!” You argued with a smile.

“And don’t even try and tell me that you don’t have feelings for me; 'shitty-hair' already told me everything.”

A light blush dusted against his cheeks as he cursed under his breath. “I’m gonna kill him,” he growled under his breath.

“So why didn’t you do it, hm?” You hummed. The blonde looked at you for a moment before sitting up in his seat; oh, he meant business.

“Because why should a stupid clock tell me what to do?” He argued. You looked up, pretending to be in deep thought. “Oh, I don’t know…maybe because it’s tradition?” You said it as a matter-of-factly.

“Fuck tradition.”

“Oh, you’re such a wuss,” you teased. Katsuki’s eyes snapped towards you, and he gave you a frown. “Shut it!” He yelled out loud.

“Make me.”

Katsuki didn’t need to be asked twice; taking his feet off the table, he launched himself towards you. Tightly gripping your waist, he smashed his lips against yours. The force of the kiss toppled you over.

Once a harsh kiss, it turned soft as his hands began to gently caress your sides.

Once sour, now sweet.

Pulling away from your lips gently, you blinked open your eyes and met Katsuki’s deep amber eyes. “Am I a wuss now?” He said with a mischievous smirk. You let out a chuckle before raising your hands to caress his face.

“You’re a shit kisser.”

“Bet you liked it though.”

“...I did.”

➜ TENYA IIDA ミ★ gn! reader

As the clock ticks with not much time on his hands, you were no where to be found.

Will his plans go correct?

"Has anyone seen Y/n?" Iida asked, a twinge of anxiety laced in his tone as his eyes quickly scanned the common room of class 1-A.

"Um, have you tried outside? Denki and a couple of others are out lighting sparklers," said Ojiro. Iida rushed past the blonde without another word as he stormed outside.

Looking around, he only saw Denki, Hakagure, and Kirishima trying to light 10 sparklers at once… using Denki’s mouth.

"Please! Take that out of your mouth!" Iida grumbled sternly. He watched the trio scurry off before hurrying back into the dorms. Standing in the middle of all the celebratory ruckus, Iida placed his hands on his hips.

"Shit."

Iida quietly cursed under his breath as he nervously pushed up his glasses. Iida had a strict plan to conquer, and it seemed as if everything was falling apart.

You see, Iida had a step-by-step plan to win you over today. Starting with being at your side the whole party, he wanted to talk to you and do the many activities he planned so that he could swoon you over.

Next, he was going to lay it out on you. Express everything he was feeling. Through a heartfelt letter, of course. You'd be weak in the knees by then, right?

Finally, he'd corner you in, possibly leading you behind everyone and kissing you right then and there.

The new year would be perfect.

But it’s 8 minutes until countdown, and you’re nowhere in sight. How will he go through with his plan if the main attraction is nowhere to be seen?

Storming into the elevators, he goes floor by floor.

First, second, third… nothing.

Stopping at the third-floor terrace, he let out an irritated groan. Checking his wrist for the time, he sighed.

“3 minutes until countdown…”

Resting his arms against the terrace, he placed his hand against his forehead. Shaking his head in defeat, the raven-haired man sat up and began to head back down to the common room.

Sniffle, sob, snort.

Iida’s brows lifted as he heard the faint noises. Someone is crying? Walking back over to the terrace, he leaned forward, trying his hardest to listen in on the faint sobs.

“Woah!”

Eyes going wide, it seemed as if Iida’s hand slipped from the railing. This is what happens when you’re a nosy class president. Flipping over the edge, Iida quickly held grasp of the second-floor railing before he could slip any further.

Activating his quirk, Iida safely landed on his feet at the second-floor terrace. Dusting himself off, he looked up and suddenly put on a frown.

“Y/n?”

He watched you, all teary-eyed and pout-lipped. Your eyes wide and bloodshot, shaking a little from the scene that just took place.

“I-Iida? What the hell just happened?” You whimpered. Walking past him, you placed your hand on the railing and shook it, making sure that it wasn’t loose, but to your suspicion, it wasn’t.

“I was up there on the third floor and I heard you… I didn’t know it was you– I’m trying to say that I was trying to find where the noise was coming from! Not trying to be nosy– which I’m not, by the way–“

“Iida,” you mumbled. “It’s all good, I’m fine.” You tried your best to smile, but you couldn’t. Iida looked at you with a frown, walking towards you; he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Well, you’re obviously not, Y/n,” he said sternly. Biting your lip, you began to sob out once more.

“It’s just… seeing everyone down there having a good time celebrating…” you trailed off with a sniffle. “You guys are so excited for the new year and I’m not.” You emphasized with a strained chuckle.

Hanging your head low, you confessed. “I don’t think I’ll stay here next semester.”

Within those small moments, you uttered those words, it felt as if Iida’s world was crashing down. His mouth was slightly agape at your words, dragging his hand from your shoulder to the side of your arm, he speaks.

“What? Why would you leave?” He asked.

“Because!” You yelled out, exasperated.

“I just don’t think I’m strong enough for this. My quirk is shitty. I’m lacking behind the rest of the class; everyone seems as if they’re improving by the second, and I’m just here being left behind—I’m not as special as everyone says–“

“What?” Iida interrupted, in utter disbelief.

Blinking up at him, your mouth was slightly agape as you looked at him. He actually looked angry.

“Not as special? Do you hear yourself when you speak?” He lets out a dry chuckle. Looking down at the floor, you spoke, “Listen… everything that I’m saying is true—“

“Bullshit.”

Eyes snapping wide, you cover your mouth as you watch Iida curse. “Everything that you’re saying isn’t the truth. And I’d know that!” He shouts passionately.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this! You’re so perfect, and you’re saying this? Y/n, do you know how much I look up to you?” He says, a deep frown pressed on his lips as he looked deep within your eyes.

Shaking your head, he lets out a scoff.

“Everyday I look at you and wonder why you’re so perfect. From the way you smile, to the way you treat others, and how you work harder than anyone else I’ve seen… you’re so perfect, and you don’t even know it.”

A singular tear slides down your cheek as you look at him in disbelief. “Iida… I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Y/n, I’m in love with you.”

Damn, that was supposed to come out more poetic.

“A-and you can’t leave! Because if you leave, my world crashes down and I’ll have no one to look up to. No one to yearn for, and no one to truly love and appreciate.” Iida spoke softly, hands going stiff as he snaked his hands around your waist.

“I’m not saying that you should stay for me; stay for your future. Because it’s gonna be great, and you’d be an amazing hero.”

Iida’s eyes trace along your face, taking in every detail. Each tear, each twinkle of your eyes, the quiver of your lips. Slowly placing his hand against your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“Iida–“

beep, beep, beep!

beep, beep, beep!

The both of you jolt at the sudden loud noise. Iida’s eyes trace over at his watch, watching as the clock strikes 12. Signaling in the new year.

Without even thinking, Iida slowly leans in and presses a soft kiss on your lips. Leaning into the kiss, you trace your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

Slightly pulling away, Iida places small pecks against your cheeks before looking into your eyes. The both of you let out a small chuckle before leaning back into each other’s arms.

After all the thoughts that have raced in your head today. You didn’t think you’d enter into the new year kissing Iida, that’s for sure.

EJIRO KIRISHIMA 🜸 fem! reader

He’s less confident, more fidgety than usual. And it’s gonna take a lot for him to finally confess to you.

Luckily, Bakugo can help!

"Hey guys!"

The room erupted with cheerful greetings and laughter, but Kirishima couldn't say a word as he watched you walk towards him.

And damn, you looked good.

"Whoa, what's with the new look?" said Denki. You played with your hair in response before speaking. "I don't wanna be cheesy, but new year, new me!" you exclaimed.

"Failed," Bakugo deadpanned.

Smacking your lips, you rolled your eyes before looking at the redhead. "Look Kiri, we're matching!" you exclaimed as you pointed at your head. It was true; both of you were matching.

Bright red hair caressed your face and perfectly matched with your features. Kirishima thought he was looking at an angel. One thing he knows: what's sexier than the color red?

Kirishima looked at you with no words, and usually, he can't stop talking. Sitting there, you waited for his response, but it seemed he was giving you nothing.

"I think he's saying you're drop-dead gorgeous—"

"W-what!" Kirishima cuts off Denki's words, waving his hands defensively. "I didn't say that! I mean, you do look really nice— I'm not saying you're not gorgeous. I-I'm just saying I didn't say that—"

"It's okay Kiri, I understand." You gave him a small smile before waving to the group goodbye and walking away to see everyone else.

"Dude!," Denki snorted.

"You absolutely tanked that; how the hell are you supposed to kiss them if you can't even give them a cohesive compliment?" Sero laughs, which then leads to him and Denki throwing themselves into a fit of laughter.

"Guys!" Kirishima bashfully groans out, trying to distract himself with sorting out the sparklers. A present blush on his cheeks grows as he revels in the situation.

"Hey dunce-face," Bakugo speaks out. Kirishima looks up at the blonde, his face unreadable. "If you don't kiss her, I will." Bakugo places down the remaining sparklers before bumping his shoulder and walking away.

Kirishima watches as Bakugo walks towards you with a smirk. As you turned at him, you smiled and gave him a hug.

Pang.

Kirishima's chest tightens at the sight of his best friend seemingly making moves on his crush. And he knew especially how Kirishima felt about you.

"Kiri… you alright?" Speaks Sero, taking his hand out towards Kirishima's shoulder; he suddenly shoves it out of his grasp.

Kirishima's blood boiled as he watches both of you. Look at you, just canoodling in front of him with no remorse!

Snapping a cluster of sparklers in his hand, he slams his fist down and races over to both of you.

"Oh, shit…" Denki and Sero both say worriedly.

Kirishima walks over towards both of you. Cups in hand, he watched how your body was too close to Bakugo's for his own comfort. Chuckling at whatever Bakugo was saying. Your eyes look over at Kirishima, and you let out a frown.

"Kiri, are you okay?" You say softly. Bakugo then looks up at the redhead, unfazed. "Bakugo, dude, we need to talk," Kirishima says sternly. Bakugo looks at the redhead, observing his clenched fists and red ears; he lets out a dry chuckle before handing you his cup.

"I'm all ears." Bakugo walks behind Kirishima as he leads him into an empty hallway. Turning towards the blond, he erupts.

"What the hell, dude!" He shouts. "What are you doing? You know how much I like Y/n; how could you!" Kirishima says exasperated.

"And what makes you think you're the only one that likes them, eh?" He says with a smirk. His words take Kirishima aback.

Mouth agape, he stutters, "w-what?"

"You heard me. What makes you think it's just you? What if I told you I liked her longer than you've liked her? What if I told you I had the same exact plans you had for tonight?"

Kirishima listens to the blonde in disbelief.

"Dude, you can't do this…" Kirishima whimpers.

"All I'm saying is…" Bakugo steps closer to the redhead. "I tried giving you the benefit of the doubt. But I've grown impatient, and if you're too much of a pussy to make a move; I'm gonna step in and do what I should've done a long time ago."

Bakugo's words dripped with venom as he spoke to his friend. Kirishima blinks before frowning at the blonde.

"You think I'm too pussy?" Kirishima says with a devilish smirk. The blonde looks at him straight-faced, "you've proven my theory so far." Bakugo says, his voice is unwavering as he insults Kirishima.

"Watch me!" Kirishima growls before shoving the blonde away. As he entered back into the common room, the lights were off, and the strobe lights were on.

Each student laughing and having a good time as they began to welcome in the new year. But the only thing on Kirishima's mind was you.

You watched as the redheads eyes were dead-set onto you. You watched with a frown as he stormed up to you. "Kiri, what's wrong—"

"Y/n, I like you!" Kirishima confessed.

Eyes going wide, you became speechless at his words. Kirishima huffs out a breath before speaking again, "I've liked you ever since the entrance exam. I remember seeing you for the first time and thinking to myself—dude, she's so hot!"

"Of course, I never thought I could be your boyfriend though; I mean, I can't even compare! You are drop-dead gorgeous! You're even more than that; you're… you're like Aphrodite or something!—"

Smacking your drink down on a nearby table, you reach forward and grab ahold of the back of Kirishima's neck. With a tight grasp, you smash your lips against his.

Kirishima couldn't even register what was happening at the moment. He felt as if the world was slowing down; the loud noises surrounding him faded away.

Feeling the plushness of your lips and the sweetness of your tongue. Kirishima hums into your lips, tightly holding a grasp of your waist before deepening the kiss.

But in the distance, what Kirishima didn't notice, was his three friends snickering in the distance at the two of you.

"So… are you gonna tell him you were lying the whole time?" Sero quipped. Bakugo leans back into the wall with a sigh, "nah… I'm gonna let his ego have it."

"For now, at least."

For the rest of the night, things went without a hitch. As both of you were able to share a proper New Year's kiss directly at dawn.

➜ DENKI KAMINARI ☻︎ fem! reader

Unlike everyone else, you and Denki made it a mission to have good luck for the upcoming new year.

Especially luck in the romantic department…

(INFO: eating 12 grapes before the clock strikes 12:01 for the new years is a tradition that is supposed to bring in immense luck for the new year. Also, if you wear red underwear this gives you luck romantically for the new year!)

“How long are you gonna wash those grapes?”

“As long as I need to! This has to be perfect if you want this to work, Denki,” you said with a sigh.

“Whatever you say, Y/n…”

Denki watched intently as you relentlessly soaked the grapes over and over again, making sure each and every grape was spotless. With a mischievous grin, he spoke.

“Y’know, I heard you’ll get even better luck if you shove the grapes–“

“Gross!” You shout before letting him finish. Denki laughed before casually leaning against the kitchen counter.

“So, did you also put on red underwear?~” You said. Denki hummed before reaching into his pants and showing you the elastic band. Looking down, you let out a chuckle as you continued washing the grapes meticulously.

“What? Don’t tell me you didn’t—“

“No, don’t worry, I did! You just didn’t have to show me,” you continued to chuckle. Denki smiled before closing in on your personal space.

“And what about you? Gotta prove it too, don’t ya?” He said with a mischievous grin. You gave Denki a look, cheeks rising in heat at his flirtatious words.

Pushing him away softly, you cursed. “Forget it, and help me out, would ya?” You said irritated, trying to soak the big batch of grapes thoroughly.

Denki promptly rolled up his sleeves and began to assist you with the already clean grapes. “I swear, if I don’t get a boyfriend this year, I’m going to off myself,” you spoke.

“Same here, but the other way around?” Denki spoke, momentarily confusing both of you. This led to both of you sharing a hearty laugh. “I’m just saying that your boy is in desperate need of some c’est la vie.”

You looked over and looked at him flatly, “that’s… not even the right saying.” You chuckled before stopping in your tracks.

“I know, smartass.”

“Hey.”

Denki suddenly shut off the water with a quick motion. “I think they’re clean, let’s just set everything up already? The ball drops in 10 minutes!” He said excitedly.

“But—“

Denki shushed you with a quick motion by placing his finger against your mouth. Turning his back towards you, he started to take out plates and arrange them on the table.

You let out a defeated sigh before following his lead. Both of you began to set everything up, distributing plates of grapes to classmates before filling plates for yourselves.

You and Denki then huddled underneath the table with smiles shining bright from ear to ear. “Make way!” said Mina.

Before both of you knew it, several others began to huddle under the table as well. Bodies pressed up against each other, you and Denki were pressed against each other, chest to chest.

You never decided to look up at him, as the only thing separating both of you was now air and Ojiro’s tail…

As the countdown began, you settled the grapes in your lap, excitedly shouting down the final seconds to the new year.

“Five, four, three, two, one!”

Quickly, you and a multitude of others began to stuff the grapes in your mouth, hurriedly making sure the clock didn’t read 12:01. As you were eight grapes in, you looked over and saw Denki’s plate completely filled with grapes.

Looking at him, you frowned. “Why’re you not eating your grapes?” you muffled. Denki looked down with a smile, “you’re so cute with your mouth full like that.”

What.

You paused in your tracks, not even caring about beating the clock. As you chewed and swallowed, you noticed the light pink blush cascading over Denki’s freckled cheeks.

“What did you say?” you spoke.

“C’mere…” Denki mumbled softly as his hands neared your face. Gently taking you in, he pressed his lips against yours. Eyes rolling closed, your hands grew weak, and your plate of four grapes fell to the floor; all that cleaning for nothing, you guess…

Denki snaked his hands around your waist, traveling lower than expected as he deepened the kiss even more.

Thwack!

“Ah!” you shrieked, looking down you noticed Denki was holding out the elastic band of your red panties. Blushing at the sight, you tried your best to push him away, but you couldn’t.

“Wow, are you wearing a thong?” he whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on the nape of your neck.

“Denki!”

HITOSHI SHINSOU ༄ gn! reader

You and Shinsou could really care less for the new year, it was just another day for the both of you.

So you decide that the both of you should be united in misery and spend the night together, and with his cat.

"Here, kitty…”

Whispering playful banter past your younger companion towards the dark grey furball, you watch as their green eyes glow in curiosity at the feathered toy you held in your hand. Wavering it up and down, you chuckled as the cat began to frantically claw at the feathered material.

“Hey, leave her alone; she pisses when she gets too excited,” Shinsou deadpanned. Pulling your lips into a thin, pressed line, you quickly retract the toy and throw it on top of his bed. You watched as the furball suddenly leaped into Shinsou’s lap; he lazily began to pet the cat with his hands and continued to scroll on his phone.

The both of you currently were sitting on the floor of his dorm, lazily watching whatever was on TV until the "hoopla" was over. You knew class 1-A was having a huge party, but you and Shinsou decided to stay behind. Enveloping yourself in the comfortable silence, your eyes grow droopy as the only noise you can hear was the distant noises of the TV playing old cartoon reruns and the obnoxious purring of Shinsou’s cat.

Letting out a deep sigh, you couldn’t deny it...

You were bored as hell.

Quickly turning over, you reach out towards the remote and start to continuously flip through channels until something actually brings you interest. From family game shows to corny reality TV, nothing to you could cure the hole in your chest that was filled to the brim with absolute boredom. Flipping through more channels, you suddenly find the news channels.

You know you didn’t really want to see it, but the ball drop was a guilty pleasure.

Placing a smirk on your lips, you watched the happy citizens of Japan celebrate the welcoming of the new year. You were actually enjoying yourself until you heard a deep sigh on the other end of your ear. Looking in the corner of your eye, you watch Shinsou roll his eyes. Placing his phone down, he watches the TV, his deepened eye bags only making him look even more miserable than he wished to express.

“You just had to turn this on, huh?” Shinsou says aggravated.

“Oh geez, live a little,” you complained as you turned the volume up.

“I’ll start living once you turn the damn TV down,” Shinsou suddenly snatches the remote from your weakened fingertips; letting out a gasp, you try to reach for it back but you couldn’t. Shinsou turns the volume down before tossing it back into your grasp. Cursing him under your breath, you sneakily turn the TV back up by a couple of points before stashing the remote under the bed.

Shinsou scoffs at your actions and continues watching the TV, looking as if he’s being held here against his will. Chuckling to yourself, your eyes suddenly spark up once you realize the ball was beginning to drop. “Look, they’re starting the countdown!” You excitedly pointed towards the screen; Shinsou lets out a dry chuckle at your childlike excitement.

“Ten…nine,” you whispered excitedly towards Shinsou. “Will you back off if I join?” He questioned; you hummed in response, continuing to count down the final seconds of the new year. Rolling his eyes, he begins to count down with you. The both of you begin to sound out the new year together, even though one of them, in reality, would really care less.

“Five, four, three, two, one!” You quietly shouted out happily. “Happy new year, Shinsou!” You chuckled, suddenly reaching over and embracing him into a quick hug before letting go and reaching down to give his cat the same amount of love. The purple-haired man shakes his head at your antics, stealthily reaching behind you and grabbing the remote; he quickly shuts the TV off.

“Wha—”

Shinsou stands from his seat and places the remote on top of the TV, which he knew you’d be too lazy to reach. “Happy New Year,” Shinsou says smugly. He looks down at you, a frown present against your lips as you continue to baby his cat. “What’s your issue, Shinsou?” You accused. Shinsou sits comfortably on his bed, ignoring you completely before scrolling back on his phone.

Scoffing, Shinsou feels the bed sink as your added weight becomes present. You look at him as he continues to give you no attention, smacking your lips; you snatch his phone away from his hands. Rising from the bed, you also place his phone on top of the TV. Which you also knew he was too lazy to reach for. He suddenly lets out a defeated sigh, letting his head fall before combing his fingers through his purple locks.

“If you’re gonna be an ass…you need an actual reason to be one,” you spat. Shinsou lets out a sigh before speaking, “I thought you said you didn’t care for the new year.”

“I mean, I do and I don’t; it’s still a celebration of life. Who doesn’t like to celebrate?” You argued. “Well, you should’ve gone to 1-A’s party then; everyone is over there…” he trailed off.

“I didn’t want to go to that stupid party; it’s too loud. Plus, everyone already knows they don’t like each other…they’re just there for the free chips and dip,” you quipped. Shinsou chuckles at your words, “that’s true.”

“Plus, I kinda wanted to hang out with you anyways. You’re never around when we do parties, so I might as well see what you’re doing…” you mumbled. Shinsou frowned at your words, “so that’s why you’re here? To throw me a pity party?”

“No, not at all!” You defended.

“I came here because I wanted to hang out with you! But it would also be nice if you told me why you don’t hang out with any of us during the class celebrations” you asked curiously. Shinsou leans against the headboard of his and breathes in for a moment, letting out his breath he begins to speak. “Because I just think they’re dumb. When you have a father who basically has lived every single day of his life, it’s just another day with different decorations.”

“Especially New Years?”

“Especially”

“I mean, everyone huddles in a room making empty promises to themselves and stuff their greedy mouths with grapes! And don’t get me started on the kissing—“

“You sound do miserable, Shinsou” you added in. Shinsou was slightly taken aback by your words “No, I sound realistic.”

“Right, realistically miserable.”

“What this sounds like to me is… you’re mad you have no one to kiss this year” you equate with a smirk. Shinsou’s eyebrows lifted at the accusation, “huh?” You let out a chuckle before moving closer towards the miserable purpled haired guy. “It just makes sense, you’re just mad because you don’t have no one to kiss,” you giggled.

Moving even closer to him, Shinsou uncharacteristically reaches out for you. Taking you by the waist, he pushes you against him, holding you in place as you straddle his lap. "And why would ya' think that?"

“Well… You walk around here thinking you’re all high and mighty, but in reality, you’re just tense—backed up,” you mumbled.

As you and Shinsuo's eyelids began to fall, the gap between you started to close. “You could be right…” Shinsuo sinfully admits; this makes you let out a laugh.

Widening the distance between the both of you throws him off guard, his grip on your waist still held tight as he wasn’t going to let go of this opportunity to kiss you of all people.

“So, you’ll let me?” You say innocently, slightly tilting your head. A blush began to form against Shinsuo’s cheeks, but his bashfulness wasn’t going to stop him from being a flirty piece of shit.

“Do what? You gotta use your words,” he spoke softly, teasing you by caressing the sides of your waist. Warmth begins to rush towards your cheeks before continuing.

“Kiss you.”

Shinsuo brings you close again, “hell yeah.”

Closing the distance between the two of you, your lips softly press against each other feverishly.

Maybe, just maybe, Shinsuo might celebrate the next holiday…whenever that is.

HELLO THERE!! Happy new year to all of you! To celebrate I decided to do some headcanons since I haven’t don’t any in so long. Please comment down below and give me feedback of any kind.

— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

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[prettieangel]

warnings: drug use/abuse, maybe dubcon (?), blowjob, coercion, shotaro’s manipulative i think.

half proofread, got this idea from listening to initiation by the weeknd. i’m tired and it’s 2:40 am 💔 i hope you all enjoy !! <33

“you want me, right, baby? take these f’me then, yeah?,” shotaro says, smirk on his face as he placed the pills in your hands. they were two small unfamiliar pills, brows furrowing in confusion and curiosity. his voice breaks the silence, amusement laced in his taunting voice. “ever had ecstasy?” he obviously knew the answer, handing you a styrofoam cup full of something unusual. something purple. grape juice, maybe? “wash it down with this,” he mumbles softly, his smirk widening once you took the cup. you were reluctant, but you knew the only way to win him over was to follow what he told you to do.

now, twenty minutes later, your heart was seeming to slow down, sweat rolling down your forehead as you look around, the vibrant led lights seeming to dance in your vision. you could barely hear shotaro’s laugh at your struggling from beside you, the loud music from the huge party he threw downstairs fading in the background. you debated staying in the room with him, but the effects of the drugs made you feel.. euphoric? you wanted to be with him and take things farther, but you also felt scared? your eyes twitched slightly, tears running down your cheeks. you didn’t realize that you were crying, eyes rolling back and out of focus. you didn’t wanna die tonight.

“damn, baby, you still there?” shotaro asks, barely caring about your slight breakdown. he’s seen this many times before. it was all too familiar to him. he grabs a rolled up piece of paper on the wooden table in front of the both of you, leaning down before pressing on one side of his nose, bringing the paper to his open nostril before sniffing one of the coke lines, groaning softly once he sat back up, a shaky exhale leaving his mouth.

you were laughing now, the drugs fucking with your mind. you swore you could see shadows in the corner of the room, swore that things were slowing down, just before speeding back up. what the fuck did you get into?

“c’mere, baby,” shotaro mumbles, grabbing your hand to pull you over to him and on your knees in front of him. “smoke this.” he says, holding a blunt in front of you, in which you took, this time without hesitation. the drugs made you seem bolder, lips wrapping around the rolled tobacco paper, taking a puff of it before coughing as soon as the smoke hit your lungs, an amused grin spreading across shotaro’s face. he takes the blunt away from you, taking a pull from it himself. he was more experienced, inhaling the smoke without a problem before letting it drift out of his mouth, the room seeming to be more foggy, more smoked out than you remember. how did you even get here?

“you want me, right?” he asks again, taking another pull before placing it in the ashtray, fingers running through his silver hair then going down to the button of his jeans. you simply nod, eyes on him the entire time as he reaches into his pants to pull his cock out, tapping it against your lips. he would’ve thought that you’d done this before with how quick you opened your mouth to take his cock. but he knew better. no one had even dared to talk to you before this

“there you go, doll. you’re being so good for me,” he says, large hand grabbing a handful of your hair before pushing your head down slowly, your warm mouth seeming to enhance the experience, sending tingles throughout his body, his thick cock stretching your mouth. this was wrong. anybody would call him a fucking weirdo, a creep for coercing you to do all of this just to win his heart. but fuck it. he was doing you a favor. if not from him, then who would give you attention? you were somewhat fun, though, so keeping you for at least a while wouldn’t hurt.

the face fucking was sloppy. spit and drool coating and dripping down your chin and his cock, your red, glazed over eyes looking into his and his grip getting tighter by the second, slurps and gags seeming louder than the music just below the both of you. “god, fuck, your pretty mouth feels so good, baby,” he says, eyes closing before he cums down your throat with a groan.

once he comes down from his high, he pulls you off of him, hand finally letting go of your hair to bring his thumb to your mouth, smearing the spit on your lips, mixing it with the bit of cum that escaped your mouth. fuck, he was liking this more than he should’ve. you felt dizzy, the effects of the ecstasy and lean only getting worse. it was fun to see you utterly fucked out of your mind, your body trembling as he pulled you up and onto his lap. how long has it been? “what’s going.. how long has it been?” you slurred your thoughts, becoming more paranoid and high by the second.

“don’t worry about that. you don’t want me to change my mind, right? just be good and do as i say. there’s no need to think.” he responds, simply pushing your skirt up your thighs. everything in you was screaming for you to leave. to get away from him. but you didn’t listen. why would you if he was giving you a chance and being so nice to you? you were too far gone to stop now anyway. “i’ll take such good care of you, baby. i promise.”

[mischiefmaker615]

A song to inspire for Loki oneshot:

Villain - Song by Bella Poarch

Song Request/Inspiration: "Villain" by Bella Poarch

Rating: *WARNING* this may or may not be the darkest i've written ever, or in awhile. the demon has stolen my pen. please do not read if you are triggered because it is *grape* themed if you know what i mean. 

Summary: "I'll be the villain tonight" inspired. Loki misses his old self and Y/N just so happens to be the very one to inspire him.. unintendedly. 

The door made a quiet click, raising a brow from Y/N yet she still didn’t bother to turn around, holding the same disinterested expression as usual. It was probably yet another interrogator set to try to gain answers she still didn’t intend to give out- thus sending away anther failed agent back to the TVA.

This has been perhaps the fifth attempt now, some sessions lengthy, some short- but each agent that came in normally always left disappointed, or disappointed and bleeding. Which is why it didn’t take many sessions before the decision was made to keep her hands cuffed behind her while she sat in her chair. the table had to be removed as well, which had been made into a make-shift weapon with a simple kick.

It’s been nearly two weeks before the TVA finally got to the point where they had to bring in their newest expert, whom stayed by the door just behind her with his eyes practically burning a hole through her head.

‘’you’re not fooling anyone.’’ Her words came out calmly, not even bothering to turn around to face him with her eyes settled on the wall across from her.

Loki could be heard holding in a chuckle, his fingers laced behind his back while he continued to take in her form from what he could see. ‘’and why exactly do you feel like I am trying to fool you when we haven’t even started yet?” he challenged.

His eyes seemed to fall down, taking in the length and texture of her beautiful, loose hair. Her shoulders were tense and back, her pride and dignity definitely showing through her body language. The chair was thin, not so much comfortable and left a good view of her hips and hints of the shape of her ass even through her TVA jumpsuit. Somehow even that seemed to show off her shape in which he didn’t dare move in front of her yet.

These things took delicate time.

‘’it’s your vibe. Your energy is trying to make yourself scary, in charge, intimidating, but it’s just making you look far more like a..’’ she finally glanced over her shoulder, her eyes piercing his own but with the look of amusement and being totally unintimidated. ‘’pussycat.’’

Loki’s face had changed as quickly as he could to be unreadable, but he was sure she had already caught a glimpse of his admiring expression as she had glanced over at him. her vibrant e/c eyes almost had him captivated, hating how quickly she had turned back around before he could really get the urge to get lost in them.

‘’..so you used to work for them.’’ He said in a statement but it still sounded more like a question while he noted her term Mobius had called him once or twice before. It couldn’t have been a coincidence.

‘’indeed, files and all. you were quite the popular case at one point around here until you lost New York.’’ She failed hiding a smirk, glancing over her shoulder again but found he was already passing her side in a slow walk, his eyes trained on her while she followed his. ‘’I had high hopes for you, I truly did.’’

She was even more beautiful up close, her words of reminiscing intriguing him and succeeded in bringing back memories of that time where he had quite indeed brought a piece of Midgard to its knees at one point.. even if it was brief. Did she approve of it? She didn’t necessarily seem to scold him- not that it would have any effect on him.. that wasn’t like him anymore to care.. he wasn’t that god from before..

‘’you praise that version of me?’’ he couldn’t help but ask, curiosity quite quickly winning over his professionalism to stay on track and be the one to ask questions instead.

Not one person had willingly followed him, on his quest for New York. Why did she seem to be? No.. this had to be one of her tricks before she would strike. Most agents came out bruised or bleeding, there was no way he was going to fall for any of her.. female powers she may try, even if she had won him over the moment he had taken in her scent once the door had clicked shut.

Still, he did remember those days. How fun it had been.. to let loose, to act upon instinct and have his own control. Everything had been his, everyone had been listening, seeing, doing.. blood.. so much blood.. it was all necessary to get where he needed to be and having gotten to where he wanted to be had been.. exhilarating..

‘’it was the thought that counted. You hoped to help a failing race, you did it- briefly, or some part of it. And you knew how.’’ She told him carefully, her expression having changed to unreadable as his once he was fully standing before her, just a few steps away from each other. Her legs were spread, taking advantage of the outfit benefits of comfort if she had to be wearing it and he didn’t mind whats so ever.

It hugged her body perfectly where his eyes dared to dip down past her neck briefly before flicking back up as if she hadn’t noticed. She did. He didn’t necessarily care either, most of his gentleman ways warned him that he needed to stick to the job, and being presented a female, he had to abide by the delicate rules and be chivalrous. He was a prince after all, and strived in the ways he had treated many flowers in his lifetime with respect and gentlemanly care.. but something else in him had been reminded of his old ways..

The ways back in New York.. the part of him that was in control.. full control.. he could do whatever he wanted, control and take whatever he wanted.. how easy it could be for him to just do..

‘’aggression.’’

The word had her brow raised, having taken on a small glare after apparently noticing his wondering eyes and now labeled him as like one of the rest. ‘’excuse me?” she asked with halfhearted interest.

‘’you said I knew how, and I’m telling you.’’ He told her simply before his lips tugged up into a smirk. ‘’aggression.’’ He told her, his voice having dropped a bit lower and it would seem his expression had changed as well. ‘’humans end to only listen to harsher actions. It starts off as children- spare the rod, spare the lesson, as they are told. Then it follows them to when they are adults, words do count. Harshness gains attention, forms character and can be used to hold attention and order. My methods only followed your own, you people just tended to become.. sensitive over the past decades.’’

His skin tingled, almost like some buzz and adrenaline had entered his body while his fingers tightened in their hold behind his back. His long, brown jacket suddenly felt a bit tight while he mildly rotated his shoulders to release some of the tension. ‘’while we are on the subject darling, I do believe we have strayed away from the point.’’ He mockingly tsked, her body noticeably tensing while she sensed his vibes again.

This time it was different. She could feel the energy in the room getting thicker, darker almost where she felt her back pressing more into the chair- almost subconsciously trying to create distance from him. her eyes were careful while she watched him, face strained a bit while she pushed down any emotional indication while he stared down his nose at her. almost like they already had a conversation without words, she leaned forward carefully with the most serious expression she could muster.

‘’..I’m not telling you anything.’’

‘’as you’ve quite established with your own vibes, darling.’’ he smirked, having leaned down a bit to almost be nose to nose with her as she had challenged him.

What was happening.. he felt new.. fresh, like some part of him had come back alive after having been buried deep down once he had chosen this life in the TVA. Almost as if he was.. back in New York.. she, on the other hand, had quickly changed her demeanor- as much as she tried to hide it. It was almost as if she had sensed his change, how his old self seemed to have come back alive compared to the Loki version she had seen just a moment ago. Her tough exterior was not one to match someone who was serious enough to kill to gain property.

‘’but I’m sure there are several ways to get you to give me what I need, I’m sure the others haven’t thought of yet.’’ He smirked, his body having relaxed and clearly was in no hurry while he straightened to his full height.

There was a delicate green hue that had flashed within his eyes, raising suspicion in her own before she followed his gaze and glanced behind her. the single, small window that remained in the center of the door had a green glaze over it, the same color as the one that had been Loki’s eyes a moment ago and she knew by his awaiting smirk, he had something to do with it.

‘’blocking the view of the window won’t scare me variant. Unless you are trying to hide your own embarrassment from being another failed agent trying to get something out of me-‘’

‘’oh no darling, you are going to try to get something out of me.’’ He smirked, his voice having gotten darker and lust seemed to have taken over his gaze while he moved his hands forward to shed the jacket off his shoulders and placed it aside on the floor. The buttons of his shirt seemed to strain with the white shirt’s fabric with his movements, his toned muscles clearly being the culprit.

‘’what are you talking about?” she asked with a glare, her voice matching her expression while she subconsciously closed her legs with her eyes flashing at his muscles forearms while he rolled up his sleeves.

‘’you ask many questions for one who plans on not telling me anything.’’ He smirked. ‘’perhaps we’ve gotten to the good start sooner than I had thought.’’ He mocked before he straightened, hands in front of him clasped while he looked down his nose at her barely a foot away.

Her eyes rose, already leaning back in the chair where she couldn’t much accommodate without having to lean to the side a bit. Her body reminded her that getting up and away was an option, perhaps shooting a punch forward into his crotch was necessary, but her brain reminded her that if she failed to injure the god- who could take far more than the mortals she had been dealing with, the consequences could be serious.

It may have seemed that he could read her thoughts, because in the next moment, his hand shot out to her forehead, pressing his palm flat against her smooth skin before a zap seemed to have shot at her, throwing her head back in a mild whip lash while Loki raised his palm in almost a surrender position. ‘’I wouldn’t plan to hurt me if I were you.’’

Y/N’s moved her body to lean forward, almost looking ready to shoot out of the chair while the cuffs cut mildly into her skin with her fast movement ‘’what the fuck was-‘’

‘’a simple spell, the buzz and tingle will fade in a moment. Its for prevention, encase you try to do something stupid.’’

‘’so you’re afraid.’’ She sent him a small smirk, the only thing she could really do to try to gain her demeanor while she looked up at him. a protection spell.. she didn’t call any bluffs, she knew if he was willing to get to this point, than what he just did had to be real. If she tried to bite, kick, punch- cause any type of harm towards him, than there was no doubt the spell would inflict her pain beyond imaginable. That fear alone, was enough to block out any thoughts of attempts.

‘’no, but it’s usually best to rid of the nuisance if it can be.’’ He smirked before he kicked the chair out from under her, causing her to fall on her side, a yelp leaving her lips with the awkward position she was in with her hands cuffed.

‘’are you going to ask me a question or are you just going to be a dick?” she snapped, rolling to get on her knees with a wince and her eyes glared daggers up at him.

‘’would you be willing to answer the question darling or shall we continue with what I have planned?” he smirked, knowing she wasn’t going to dare ask but saw the curiosity and hesitation in her eyes while his eyes seemed to glow green again.

‘’ask.’’ She snapped, rolling her shoulders a little from the soreness while she sat on her heels.

‘’what is the location of Agent 615?” he asked carefully, narrowing his eyes while his hands rested at his knees, leaning down nose to nose with her as if speaking with a child.

‘’go fuck yourself.’’ She snapped, her own amused look flashing in her eyes where she eternally cursed herself for being stubborn. She couldn’t betray her commander, but she knew her answers could be adjusted to affect her punishment.. it was just difficult when she felt fear to whatever had overcome Loki. It would seem he was.. enjoying this.. so it seemed like, even if he didn’t necessarily show it on his face.

‘’I always could,’’ he shrugged, his voice calm while he stood up to his full height and raised a hand before waving it once in a shooing position.

The feeling of two slender hands on her shoulders with a firm grip was enough to make her jump, the being keeping her in her kneeling position before she quickly looked up. Looking down at her with the same smirk on his face, was an identical Loki- same clothes and everything as the one that stood before her. his grip told her she wasn’t going to move from this position and her body finally began struggling to get him off while her eyes moved towards the first one.

‘’what the hell kind of tactic is this- your trying to scare me into it?? This is against the TV-‘’

‘’what makes you so concerned with the TVA’s rules when you’ve broken and ditched them yourselves? Any tactic should be fair game since you are the one who supports such behavior.’’ Loki smirked, taking a small step towards her while she continued to struggle to stand.

‘’I don’t support this-‘’

‘’you support the old me, my darling. the one who demanded control, aggression, power, and order for this realm. Used all of them to gain it. Yet when it becomes quite personal, it is wrong? I don’t believe you have officially picked your side love. You need to be on one side with no foot in the other door. Now, I will give you a chance to tell me where agent 615 is, once you have given me the correct answer, my methods shall stop. Are we clear?”

‘’your sick-‘’ she spat, not exactly sure what tactics we was referring to before she saw his hands move down to the zipper of his pants.

‘’I feel more like myself than I ever have darling, and it is all thanks to you.’’ He sighed with the grin on his face, the other Loki moving a hand to grip the area between her neck and shoulder, keeping her down in a bruising grip while the other hand moved around to cup her jaw from under, raising her chin up with his thumb and pointing finger adding pressure to open her mouth.

‘’wait- I can be reasonable.. there’s a branch- one the TVA hasn’t-‘’

‘’remember darling, give me the location and my methods shall stop.’’ Loki reminded almost to calmly, his heart racing in acceleration while his eyes looked down at her through half lids with lust.

‘’the branch is- mmph!’’ her words were muffled when he slowly slid his cock into her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat before he paused, not wanting to block her airway while half her mind tried to fathom how impossibly large he was and how all of this could be happening to her.

‘’gods- you feel divine..’’ he breathed, his eyes fluttering closed while he raised his head to fall back, his hand moving to the top of her head to keep her still. Her muffles merely just sending vibrations against him, triggering him to rock his hips back and forth while his body shuddered with pleasure ‘’darling if you keep trying to speak, your only going to turn me on more..’’ he chuckled while he looked down at her with her glare and tear pricked eyes.

‘’are you ready to tell me darling?” he asked calmly though his body was screaming with pleasure and he’s hardly even moved yet. Still, she nodded which only opted to brush her tongue up against him and tighten his fingers in her hair.

‘’I am going to need a verbal confirmation darling, these government things are very specific.’’ It was almost as if his voice was trying to hold back a laugh, seeing the slight widening of her eyes while she made the attempt to speak, squeezing her eyes shut as he tightened her hold in her hair to prevent her from pulling back and doing so.

Her muffles may have sounded like she was giving him the actual answer, perhaps she was, the relief on her face seemed to confirm like she had and he sensed no lies within her. ‘’I do not believe I caught that darling, you are going to have to speak up.’’

There was a very mild pressure in her jaw, one where it would be easy to miss while her eyes nearly spoke for her. she was trying to bite him, her jaw aching with the attempts to try to fight the mere burning sensation in her jaw that prevented her from going through with it until she had to stop. It hurt so bad, her eyes squeezing shut to try to block out the pain that merely seemed to have her temporarily forget that Loki was face fucking her until she reopened her eyes while she felt a hand on her cheek.

He smirked down at her, as if knowing what she had been trying to do and the smugness of her failure while his hand stroked her tear-stained cheek. ‘’such fire and fieriness darling, I hope you still have it when I’m through with you..’’

He then suddenly removed himself from her mouth, granting her deep breaths of air while he took a step away and sat himself down in the chair that he must have magically called to be right behind him. she hunched over, ignoring the cuffs that bit her skin while she panted, feeling how the other Loki kneeled down behind her to gently run a hand in circles against her back, as if trying to sooth her growing hatred while she glared forward at the original.

‘’why?” she whispered, voice hoarse from what had happened while Loki smirked down at her in his manspread position, arms crossed and cock begging for release.

‘’you’ve made me realize just how much I’ve missed control. If I cannot have your world, perhaps I can settle for something else.. or someone.’’ His face then slowly faded to look at her seriously, leaning forward so his forearms rested at his knees while he almost seemed to look sickenly lovingly at her. ‘’you’ve made me realize it, and I have to thank you. You should be honored for the privilege, not many of my toys get to leave unbroken but I cannot control what happens to your spirt. I do believe, however, you are strong enough to last.’’

There was a relief suddenly at her wrists before a clink could be heard behind her. her hands instantly moved to in front of her where she rubbed the mild cuts now that the cuffs were off. Her eyes almost showed some sort of relief that it was over, that she’d be let go. That’s why the cuffs were off, wasn’t it? Loki seemed to recognize that look and merely chuckled.

‘’don’t get to excited darling, it’s merely a reward for your attempt to tell me what I need. But it’s still not properly given.’’ He reminded, sitting back in his chair while her eyes widened.

He needed the location still, and she knew he was serious enough where her mouth began to open in a mere mild panic to get the answer out.

‘’okay okay- he’s- mmph!’’ a hand was quick to clasp around her mouth, the other Loki pulling her back against him while they both remained on their knees, his body up against hers from behind.

‘’ah ah ah darling, I do cherish your willingness, but I don’t exactly feel like giving you up just yet.’’ Loki tsked while he raised a hand and seemed to wave it once in a ‘shooing’ motion before she felt a force engulf her body, dragging her forward towards him before her hands planted against his thighs, cock waiting just before her lips while her body tensed to stop from moving any more forward against him.

‘’p-please.. I didn’t mean-‘’

‘’didn’t mean to wish for the old me? But darling, if you didn’t, than why are you so wet?” Loki chuckled while her eyes widened, looking up at him while his eyes moved forward to cup her face and use his thumbs to stroke at the tears that began running down her cheeks.

‘’I’m not-‘’

‘’lying to the god of mischief won’t grant you any favors darling, if anything, honesty might make this a bit more enjoyable for you.’’ He warned, a hand moving up to plant itself on top of her head before he began pushing down, his other hand moving to cup her jaw. ‘’now open up.’’

Her eyes looked at him with everything she had to beg and plead, not darling to say it herself to grant him an open mouth but the pressure at her jaw was more than enough to force it open anyway. She felt his tip on her tongue, the butterfly jump feeling coming to the pit on her stomach while her nails dug into his thighs. ‘’I’ll t-tell you the location-‘’ she mumbled, words fumbling while inch by inch he added himself, the force in his hand never ceasing until he had reached the back of her throat and stilled.

‘’I am grateful for that darling, all in due time.’’ He smiled, his hand curling into her hair now while two slender hands came to hips.

Her body began to struggle, the burning sensation eternally thankfully not returning because it wasn’t an attempt to hurt him personally while her eyes squeezed shut. ‘’please-‘’ she mumbled, mouth full where it was barely audible.

‘’we do not talk with out mouth full darling, but I shall allow your moans while it benefits us both.’’ Loki tsked, his hand in her hair pulling her up slightly before pushing her down, keeping a slow rhythm while the other Loki moved a hand in front of her to gently start rubbing between her thighs against the fabric.

Her legs began to shake, the sick realization to find out how wet she actually was while her throat took him easier the more and more he pushed her down. ‘’that’s it darling, rock your hips…’’ he whispered, his head having fallen back again with sweet words like she was into this.

The gaslighting fact was that she found herself indeed rocking her hips against the duplicates hand that rubbed her while the other hand held her hip, making thorough strokes with his fingers and palm against her sex. He brushed against her clit just right, following by brushing against her entrance while her jumpsuit seemed to feel like it was getting thinner and thinner the faster his movements got.

‘’gods you feel divine..’’ he breathed, leaning forward where his hand left her cheek, the other remaining in her hair. His free hand gripped the clone’s hair, the tight grip earning a growl from him but still, he remained silent while Loki pulled his head forward. His chest pressed against the back of her head, barely making her able to lift it up from Loki’s cock while the sound of wet mouths could be heard above her.

Loki’s hand continued to stroke at your groin, bringing your horrifyingly closer to your climax while he remained practically draped over you, making out passionately with Loki whom held his mouth firm to his while his tongue dominated his double, keeping his hand tight at the back of his head while the other kept her bobbing hers on his cock.

It was deeply erotic with emotions that could barely be able to be put into words until she finally felt her walls clench around nothing by the constant stimulation. She moaned around his cock, a rather involuntary action while her orgasm washed over her body, her eyes fluttering and her hands grasping at Loki desperately whom seemed to moan into his double’s mouth by the knowing knowledge of her climax.

Merley a moment later she could feel his hips rocking up quickly, his hand pushing her down with her eyes wide before he climaxed down her throat. It all went down directly into her stomach, her tongue hardly tasting anything by how far he was down her.

By the time his moans and pants subsided, her vision began to dance with the lack of oxygen and she began to squirm with no movement with being held in place. Loki’s hand between her legs had vanished, his body slowly lifting before she had a weird sense that his presence had disappeared, like his clone had vanished. The original’s grip was gentle, having untightened and now having a slowly stroke to her locks while she dared look up at his face.

His eyes were closed, a small smile at the corner of his mouth while his face was slightly pointed up towards the ceiling. With a small movement, she began raising her head, feeling his cock slowly slide from her throat and no movement from him to try to stop her. taking advantage of this, she straightened more on her knees and his cock left her mouth, leaving her falling back on her ass finally with deep breaths and a hand at her sore throat.

She didn’t know what to say.. she didn’t know what to do.. her eyes watched him carefully while he drew in a breath and opened his eyes, a soft smile on his lips while he leaned once again on his forearms against his knees. Her skin tingled while she to was coming off her high, sensitivity pulsing in her cunt while her hands shook and felt herself scooting back slowly away from his watchful eyes.

‘’do.. do you still need the location?” she whispered, not sure if he’ll stop her this time but was more than willing to give it while she watched his eyes slowly fill with that familiar green glow.

‘’we’ll try again tomorrow darling, you won’t remember this anyway.’’

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Hello everyoneee! This is gonna be Thoughts part-5!

Thinking about a Spoof!: Caleb x fem reader (can be either MC or NON!MC, as one may interpret it)

Ok…

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🚨🚨18+ MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🚨🚨

TW: NSFW…

Lemon lemon lemon…

Sesbian lex(?).

Fingering.

Eating out.

Punishments.

Mention of orgasms.

Use of pet-names and titles.

Reader and Caleb are both taken to be Bisexual for this fic.

Implied bondage play.

Degradation kink… (use of the word s*ut).

Magic exits in this world of Love and Deepspace. Caleb doesn’t believe in it, but you do.

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🚨If you are uncomfortable with any of the mentioned content warnings or the whole genre of this fic…then please do not proceed ahead. Thank you.🚨

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It was a long ass day at the Fleet, filled with missions, meetings, surveillances over areas and the Deepspace Tunnel and what not…he was tired, exhausted even…

Plus only a few days ago, he had returned from a 5-day long Mission with his crew…plus the weather conditions were horrible out there that they had to remain on stand-by for almost an extra day and a half…

But right now, that he was back home…he didn’t want to think of anything else but you…only you…returning back to SkyHaven was only worth it because you were there waiting for him all the times…

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The time was around 04:00 in the morning when he softly unlocked the front door to enter… “Pipsqueak…?”, he silently treaded the room, only to see you were long asleep on his bed under covers…hugging the apple plushie, along with a picture of him…He smiled…you were so cute…he wished upon for the moment to never end…

After placing a gentle and delicate kiss upon your forehead, he quietly and carefully, grabbed his usual comfort clothes, which he wore at home from the closet, going to the bathroom to change…

After he was done changing he went to the kitchen, turning on the lights to get himself a drink…maybe he wasn’t too careful…as the noise resulted in you awakening from your slumber…

…

He opened the door to his fridge, when a purple liquid, a bit sparkly, poured inside one of the glasses, filled to half, the brim of the glass covered with an airplane coaster…the ones that you had gifted him just like that, because you wanted to…

Curiosity sparked within him as he took it out…even though it seemed like grape juice, but what grape juice is that sparkly?

…….

You had woken up, from some noises coming from the kitchen…a part of you alert that someone might have broken in, but the other part thought maybe Caleb had finally returned…rubbing your eyes, and stretching a bit, you get up on your toes, gently putting your plushie back under covers, as you treaded towards the kitchen yawning…

“Mmm…mmm…Caleb…?”

“Oh hey…did I wake you up? Sorry…”, holding the glass close to his mouth

“No…no…it’s alrig—WAIT NO CALEB DONT DRINK THAT—”

Too late, he already did.

…….

“Woah woah woah, calm down Pipsqueak, what’s wrong?”

“NO NO NO YOU DRANK IT FULL!”

“You weren’t supposed to…at least not yet!”

“What do you mean…what is in this?”

“Well umm…”

“Poison???”

“Duh no! It’s well umm…it’s a well…a potion…”

“Potion…”

“Yeah, it basically turns people into their opposite sex, I got it from the Apothecary and Witchcraft store that’s located down the side lane at Azure Square.”

“Pips you drunk…? Or did you sleep too much that your brain is still dreaming?”

“Whaaat! You don’t believe me the lady said it will!”

“….yep Im definitely getting a bad stomach tomorrow…”

“Just you wait till it takes effect on you!”

“Go to bed (Name)…”

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The next day when you woke up, went to the kitchen for breakfast right after freshening up…

“Soooooo feel anything different???”

“Yes I feel like I’m cultivating breasts and maybe my cock is getting transformed into a vagina…”

“You know what it will happen! I bet!”

“Oh you bet on it?”

“Yeah 100 bucks by midnight.”

“You’re on pipsqueak.”

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It was almost around midnight, when you called out to him, “CALEB! BITCH COME OUT LETS WATCH A MOVIE!”

no response

So you get up and go to his bedroom…

“Caleb where—”

You walked inside of his bedroom to see him looking horrified into the mirror.

“What the actual fuck! What!”

“Told ya~”,

“Cmon up, pay the piper Caleb—or should I say…Carly~” as he paced around the room, all twirly…

She looked so pretty with her long eye-lashes and her pretty purple eyes…the necklace that you had gifted him, travelling down her neck like a ripple on the sea…

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You eyes roamed all over his—her body, the way her now oversized tee, dropped all the way down to her bust, exposing the fine valleyed-line along her cleavage…the way her long luscious dark brown hair went all the way down to her slick back…the way her curves became ever so prominent…she looked tantalising…and oh lord her thighs…thank the heavens that she was wearing shorts tonight…

Your eyes wandered down to her ass, along the curve of it, then at the front to her—

You bit your lip, you were no better than a man…

Then a thought…an urge struck your mind like a lightning bolt…you quickly take out your phone, opening the camera and selecting the video option. You took out your selfie stick from the bedside drawer and place it on the dressing table, fastening your phone in its clutches as you hit record.

As you walk over to her…

“Pips you’ve got to help—mmf!”

You kissed her…hard, hands trailing down her back in a painfully slow rhythm,

as they reached her ass,

kneading the soft flesh…

making her let out a soft moan into the kiss,

your tongue delved deep inside of the warm wet crevices inside of her mouth…

…..

She tried to take control,

but you wouldn’t let her…not tonight…

as your tongues battled with each other for dominance, resulting in you finally winning…

You pushed her down onto the bed,

spreading her thighs as you knee at her clothed pussy,

grinding your knee against it,

while your head dipped down to marking as many love bites as possible…

Your hands, went down to her breasts,

fondling with them, and squeezing them…

thumb rubbing and rolling over her nipple through her tee…

All she could do was moan and moan and moan…moan out your name…out loud.

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Your hands messily grabbed onto her tee “Arms up.”, you command, voice laced with lust and dominance.

She followed…like a puppy…

“Good girl~”, you said, your voice low and deep.

Your hands roughly took off the clothing, while your mouth moved down to her breasts, lavishing each one with the perfect amount of attention and care…

Your tongue lapped around her right boob, sucking and biting onto her nipple,

While your hand took care of the other..

“Look at these pretty tits for me…”, you slapped them, hard watching them bounce.

“Ahh ahh P-Pipsqueak! Nghh! More please!”,

“Hmm? What was that Colonel?”

“Please please more! Feel s’ good s’ good!”, your mouth continued its pace and job, determined to fill up her upper body in hickeys…

…

“Not so much of a pipsqueak now am I~?”

…

“Strip.”

She nodded, quickly kicking off her shorts and boxers, to all the way.

“Good girl…are you tired?”

“No…no…can handle m-more…”

You smirked as you went to the cupboard, opening it up searching for something….found it!

It was the pretty pastel pink lacy pair of panties that you owned, but never once used…

“Put it on.”

She did, struggling, as her wet slick stuck to the fabric, creating an irritating and sticky sensation…

“Lay back down.”

“I’m…I’m so gonna…get back at you Pipsqueak just you wait—ahh~!”

You hands slapped onto her breasts, noticing them bounce up and down again…

“You have a big mouth for someone who currently possesses no control Colonel~ But I’ll let it slide…just for this once~”

As you spread her legs, your head dropping down in between her thighs, as your nose rubbed against the wet patch on the panties, breathing in deeply…

“Mmmf…Cal you smell so good…”

She moaned and moaned, her fingers entangling within your hair, her thighs quivered, while you planted hickeys and kisses on both of them at equal intervals…sucking and trailing your tongue up and down the marks.

….

“Nghhh! Pips please s-stop teasing…”

“Patience babes…all comes in good time…”, your fingers continued to play with the waistband of her panties…while your other hand cupped her clothed pussy, pressing onto it.

She groaned further…

“Feel that Colonel…if you can be a bully in bed then…so can I~”

“Gosh just please!”

“What’s the magic wooooord~”

…

“Fuck me…”

“There it is…good girl…”, you slipped off the panties in a slow but steady manner, finally tossing them somewhere on the ground…

“Moan. My. Name. And remember eyes on the mirror, want you to watch yourself pretty girl~”

Your tongue finally lapped round her clit, sucking at her sensitive nub so so sloppily.

“Ahh! Ahhh! Oh fuck! (Name)! (Name)! Fuck so good!”,

Your hair came in the way, should’ve tied it up before, you thought.

Pulling away from between her legs, you reach for your hair tie, pulling your hair up into a neat tight bun, before delving back in…

“Fuck you’re so hot ahhh!”

…….

You continue your slow rhythm, tongue delving into her folds, sucking up her slick while your fingers teasing along her dripping entrance.

Her hands grip tightly onto the bed sheets for dear life, while her eyes close from the pleasure…

You stop the stimulation as she groans.

“Hey hey I said eyes on the mirror…watch yourself for me…watch how sl*tty you are for me Colonel…”

“I see your eyes closed again, I’ll stop and lock you up for the night, cuffed to the bed and blindfolded. Is that understood?”

“Y-Yes…”

You slapped at her cunt, her body jerking at the sensation.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Ma’am…”

“That’s more like it…Now watch.”

She did, barely able to keep her eyes onto the mirror, while you carry on your work…

The rhythm of your tongue unsteady, often times slowing down and then getting fast again. She hated how much she loved that…

“No coming until and unless I say so.”

“…”, she moaned, while you slapped her cunt again.

“Words.”

“Y-yes Ma’am!”

….

You finally pushed two fingers inside of her drooling hole…as she screamed out your name.

“Fuckk…so tight for me babe…look at you…so fucking tight…can’t even move my fingers…you like em so much you sl*t?”, as you pump your fingers in and our of her, quickening your pace along with each dragging motion…

“Look at you taking my fingers so so well…wonder how many you can take…can you take a whole fist Colonel?”

All she was now reduced to was a moaning and withering mess, chanting your name as if it was the only word she knew in the dictionary…her moans filled the entire room up with a melody, you know you could never forget ever again…

It was like a drug…who would’ve known you could reduce Caleb…to this…

You felt pride, beaming within yourself…

….

“Yeah…that’s it…”

“(Name)! OH FUCK!”, she screamed out, once your fingers hit her g-spot…

“Hit the spot huh? How long till you come babe?”

“Ahh! Ahhh!”

She couldn’t answer, she and transcended to another realm of ecstasy and euphoria…

“I want an answer Colonel, else I’ll stop…”

She managed somehow, “s-so so close…close…”

“Yeah? Cmon babe…come for me…come all over my fingers…make them messy…”

As you quickened your pace to the max, hitting her spot at every second….

She couldn’t hold in anymore, she’d reached her high…

She came all over your fingers…screaming your name…

The noise filled the room, as you slowly yet steadily lower your pace, getting her out of her high…

“That’s it…that’s a good girl…”

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Your fingers glistened with her juices…

“Look at the mess you made Colonel…what would the other Fleet officers and your subordinates say if they ever found out, what I’ve made out of you…how messy you are in bed…”, repeating along the same lines he always uses with you in bed..

You’ve just changed the phrases and added more flavour into it…

She pants and pants and pants, devoid of her ability to form even a single coherent word…

You tongue lapped around one of your fingers, sucking onto it…

“Taste so good…wanna taste?”

You shoved your other two fingers inside of her mouth, as she sucked onto them, tasting herself on your fingers…

“Yeah you like em, can tell how good you taste can’t you?”

….

You stood up reaching for the blindfold from your dresser…

“Oh but we’re faaaar from done yet…”

“Well I’ll be damned…”, soon everything went as dark as the void in space, for her…

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You gave her a few more orgasms…before being finally done…

“Now that was the perfect midnight snack~”

…..

You giggle, “Can you walk?”

“You think?”

“Pfffffft! Lmao!”

“Seriously? This is what you say after that?!”, she glares at you.

“It’s funny if you think about it Caleb! I mean now you know how I feel!”

“Am I really this mean in bed?”, she gives you puppy dog eyes, and pouts…

“Well maybe…but then you’re again all snuggly and cuddly during aftercare…”

“Will you be the same for me?”

“Of course…”, you pecked her nose…

“But first let’s get you cleaned up!”

“Oh and—”, you whisper to her ear… “Next time…I’m using a strap~”

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Bonus: You returned back around noon. He was cooking lunch, as you called out to him in a sing-song voice. “Ohhhhhhhh Caaaaalebbb~”, he turns to look behind, to notice both your hands full with two plastic bags… one contained twenty bottles of that same potion…and the other was a long purple silicone toy…

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A/N: I have nothing to say…I hope it was alright…thank you for checking it out…

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Hand on heart ( Jake Seresin x Singlemom!reader) chapter 6

summary : peach wake up to the effect of girls night only to discover who was in her house that morning and starting to see a friend in a certain light , jake comes to the rescue after a disastrous lunch , kai calls his sister

warning : fluffy , angst , mentions of absent and toxic parents, protective jake , one punch is thrown , soft jake

previous part

The morning sun taunt bea hitting her face , the tumping jackhammer that was in her brain had her groaning . Heavy head as she lifted it from the pillow wince everything had an ache to it . through narrowed eyes  trying  to focus her eyes seeing the painkillers and water already praising  whoever it was that put them there.   Squinting as she looked at her phone it was 11 am and the noise startling her hearing the noise coming from down hall .  looking down at  see her sleep shirt on and panties on least she didn’t do  something stupid . tirelessly moving out of her room the smell of the food almost had her floating the rest of the way only to see a shirtless jake seresin standing in her kitchen and closer she got to see he wasn’t wearing pant . not knowing what was more delicious the smell of the food or hangman's ass in his  boxers . 

“ stop staring “ she groaned internally . “ hey twister  fancy seeing you here”  as soon as words she remembered telling him to stay  , remember stripping off in front of him not a care in the world . she remembered how soft his calloused hands on her face as he wiped off her make up , the soft cool touch of the moisturizer on her skin .  

“ Good morning grape , hope your hungry “ he turned, seeing her still in her sleep shirt, one that went over the bottom of her thighs . with a gulp he turned, keeping his concentration on pan and the grace of god on his side as the bell rang and knocked . 

“ i’ll get it “ she yawned or pretended to make sure she wasn’t drooling because of course he had a great ass . a whine leaving her lips when opened the door shielding her eyes at the invasive sunshine .  standing there were the dagger squad in just a rough shape as she was all adorning their aviator sunglasses . “ i ain’t ever drinking with y’all again, “ she groaned, heading into the house as the all followed only ones that seemed in good spirits was bob and javy .  two men stood smiling as she glared at them taking her seat and roosters glasses of his face. “ your damn game got me in this mess so my turn” she rolled her eyes when he whined. 

“ game was both of our idea peach “ he yawn laying his head on the counter.  “ why is bagman naked “ . 

“ it’s breakfast and a show made em do it this way “ she laughed . 

“ i stayed … in the guest room “ jake turned glaring at javy while he began dishing up the food ignoring the smirk nat had on her face looking between the two .  

“ so belle home tomorrow ?” bob asked . 

“ yup and i can not wait i miss her little face … shit i got meet cyclone in like three hours “ she pouted . 

“ why ? “ 

“ he’s a family friend wants to catch up .. benny coming tomorrow he wants see him too so  nothing scandalous y’all can calm down now “ she snorted taking a fork full of food. 

“ we didn’t mean it like that” fanboy winced. 

“ sure as shit what you meant but i know it was to keep me safe so i appreciate .. javy ? “ she lifted her glasses. 

“ yes my dearest peach “ he chuckled . 

“ i’ll take burgers since tetris made breakfast” she winked . 

“  me too  if coconut is getting one i want one too “ jake nudge his shoulder. 

“ nah i only promised peach  … of my dearest peach i will get you  burgers “ he chuckled. 

“ i thought we were best friends?” jake gasped . 

“ but she cuter man “ javy raised his hands defensively. 

“ he’s got you there “ nat chuckled ruffling her hair. 

“ hey  so how was jeff?”  peach winked . 

“ justin …  he was good seeing him later for dinner so I ain't going to be  there for burgers but let me know later how lunch goes “ . 

“   It's just lunch ain’t gonna be exciting” she rolled her eyes, taking the glasses off and handing them back to an overly thankful rooster.   

Still tired she got ready everyone including Jake left so she could agree to meet at the hard deck where javy would have her burgers .   she didn’t dress up but didn’t dress down either jeans and one of her ‘nice’ tops would suffice as she walked into the  restaurant looking around wondering if she had the right place til she had to double take seeing beau simpson out of the uniform sitting at table , honestly looking nervous which made her a little nervous  what if he did see something happening  between them slight regretting not letting nat come with her. A weak smile on her face as made her over towards the man  wondering if she could just leave and tell him she was sick but then again fear that it would turn into something and standing her boss up was not going to be a good look . 

“ hey y/n “ plus he seemingly saw her. 

“ Hey Bowie, hope ya weren't waiting long for me ?” she  smiled hugging his side keeping it low physical contact  before taking her seat seeing his hand nervously pick at the napkin . “ everything ok ?” she asked softly. 

“ of course yeah i just erm .. i had a late night you know” he laughed nervously . 

“ oh same i honestly woke up like a pig ready for slaughter “ she snorted trying to make things more relax which help a little  until the waiter came and told them what a beautiful daughter he had and seeing the man visibly wince , instead of laughing and playing it off making her stomach twist and something that couldn’t settle . 

 “ So what do you think of San Diego so far?” he asked.  “ meet anyone yet?” he smiled . 

“ oh no i ain’t looking for anything like that, a relationship only friendship” she nodded knowing she couldn't use Belle as an excuse to leave.

“ beautiful girl like you i’m sure you got the guys chasing you huh” 

“ oh not even sprint “ 

“ I doubt that now , beautiful smart young ” he shook his head as she could feel her skin crawl . 

The rest of the evening wasn’t so bad  but it kept going to  a place where she didn’t really know what to do . She kept thinking of excuses  , reasons to leave as it got increasingly clear as to what he wanted from this lunch in her opinion  and definitely ready to cut it as short as she could . 

“ sir i appreciate this but i’m really not looking for well  …  i mean i know you my whole life” she began to say as his eyes widened . 

“ No shit .. i didn’t mean .. oh jesus christ i’m not coming on to you “. 

“ Really cause ain’t gonna lie  it like it … sorry “ she snorted seeing his face light up red covering ever part. 

“ No it's ok i can see  where your coming from but i’m just honestly wanting to get to know you is all “ he laughed shaking his head. 

“ No mid-life crisis no?” she teased feeling a little silly. 

“ No, I'd get a car like rest of them i certainly wouldn’t be trying to be  my potential daughter “ he boomed out at laugh as she laughed along . 

“ wait what ?” she stopped instantly registering what he had said . 

“ i’d get a car ?” he shrugged although he could feel his body sink in to panic mode. 

“ potential daughter?” she looked up at his face . “ you think or know “ she asked less amused . 

“ i know you are potentially my kid “ he sighed . 

“ is that why i got the job ?” 

“ no it no you got the job because you right for the job look i get this is a lot , it’s been a lot i thought if i convinced myself  you weren’t for so long ..” 

“ how long have you know .. oh my god of course she would add obstacles to my life “ she stood unsure of what she was even doing . “ thank for lunch “ was all she said as she ran out the door  ignoring  him calling her name  or if came after her as she drove off and kept going .  every part of her life she was thinking off , did everyone know this , was she only one that didn’t, was it why her father never really care for her . all the questions that flew through her head .  she feeling the tears falling down her eyes  , her vision blurring as she knew it was too dangerous to drive like that when she pulled into the empty parking lot of the hard deck  and walking into the bar as bell jingled above . 

“ sorry not open  ye… peach honey what wrong “ penny rushed over as pete stood  a inkling in his body  of what was wrong. 

“ i’m sorry  .. i don’t even .. i’ll leave sorry “ she sniffled wiping her eyes . 

“ you will not come on sit down “ penny guided her, bringing her to the back already texting on her phone.  

“ did you know?” she stopped looking right at pete who hesitantly nodded. 

“ is that what that look was for .. the shelter dog look “ . 

“ i told him to tell you .. i couldn’t tell you as much as i wanted to kiddo wasn’t my place “ he sighed coming over. 

“ do you think he only let me be here because of this” she asked so sadly it broke his own heart. 

“ that i know isn’t the case peach, your best as what you do is why you're here and say the world I will kick  his ass “ he smiled . 

“ come on sweetie  get you some coffee “ penny hug her side and lead her to back room .

“ i’m sorry for interrupting your even i just … i don’t even know why  i-i- i couldn’t drive home “ stammered and stuttered feeling fresh tears falling down her face . 

“ always welcome here my dear and if your upset and i’m not here  come to mine ok you're not alone” penny grabbed napkins and wiped her tears away before getting up and getting  the coffee started . seeing her typing into her phone .  as  penny walked over  while y/n threw her phone with a scoff on the table. 

“ my mom “ she sighed . 

“ what she say?.” 

“ have a look you wouldn’t believe me if i told you “ she laughed unamused picking the phone up and handing it to penny . 

“ why does it matter  it’s too late for child support payment .. but sure he’s your sperm donor .. got money? “  penny eyes widened  as she read out the message . 

“ as you can see my mom is a dynamite lady “ she scoffed . 

“ oh peach sweety this isn’t right “ penny held the girl tightly wondering how anyone could be so cruel to their child . 

“ i wish my mama was more like you” she sniffled . 

“ well i’m always here if you need a mom’s touch “ penny kissed top of her head. 

Jake was worried from the moment he got the message he rushed to get ready and out the door . wondering what could of happened and didn’t like the way his mind went  and didn’t help when he seen cyclone rush into the hard deck to . never in his life was jake insubordinate  , his record was clean as it could be not a spec on it  but none of that mattered as he parked his truck and raced into the hard deck, moving  faster than he’s moved in his life. Only to see pete holding the man back . 

“ you need to leave beau “ he grunted . 

“ i need to talk to her apologise or something”   beau moved what he didn’t expect was to be turned around and  a fist to knock him on his ass. 

“ WHAT FUCK DID YOU DO “ Jake stood over the man . “ you better not of touched her “ he gritted . 

“ it’s not like that .. might i remind you i’m your superior “ beau groaned rubbing his jaw . 

“ jake ?”her voice called , making his eyes soften and his heartbreak in one   .  her eyes red and puffy  , makeup completely gone only a little smudge stain of her mascara .

“ awh darling what happened “ he rushed over pulling her into his arms . 

 “ it’s nothing to do with you seresin “ beau snapped . 

“ he didn’t touch you or make you  feel uncomfortable “ he held her face in his hands . 

“ no nothing like that .. he might .. he’s my d-da , he’s my dad apparently “ she sniffled that made jake freeze. of all the things that were running through his head .. that wasn’t even on the list.  “ you need to leave me alone …  at work  i will be professional but out of work your just another person in my life that let me down “ she looked at cyclone , cold stare and  her tone strong to her own surprise .  “  and jake isn’t to get in trouble for hitting you “ she added heading back into the back room pulling  the blonde with her. 

Once the door close she paced as jake was still in shock at the whole  thing only for her phone to ring . 

“ you gonna get it “ he asked  only for her to look at the contact first almost like she was expecting someone. 

“ kai “ she asked not able to be excited. 

“ peach what’s going on , why were you crying ?”. 

“ oh it’s nothin..” 

“ girl now don’t do that what’s going on?”  

“ mama lied me my whole life about who my dad was  and now i’m working for my real sperm donor “ . 

“ oh  peach “ was all he could say the look in his eyes . 

“ you already knew “ she gasped. 

“ had a feeling you only one  of who who luckily don’t look like  the waste of space..”

“ i should give you  some privacy “ jake blurted out . 

“ nah it’’s fine.. Welcome to my life  “ she laughed dryly . 

“ who’s there?” 

“  don’t suppose you know jake seresin “ she turned the phone. 

“ yeah benny told me you been hanging with dagger squad “ he chuckled . “  hey hangman good to see she ain’t alone man “ he nodded. 

“ hey prince “ he waved awkwardly 

“ kai why didn’t y’all tell me “ she sighed . 

“ We didn't wanna hurt you  , we didn’t want you upset and now i’m thinking of swimming to ya” he sighed. 

“  no it’s ok , don’t be getting in trouble benny be here tomorrow  lets hope he won’t hit bowie like jake did “ . 

“ yeah lets not pretend he won’t i gotta go peach sweetheart , give belle kiss for me  , love you both and good seeing you hangman , thanks for taking care of her “ he called before the line went dead. 

“  jake ?” 

“ yes pineapple “ 

“Why’s kai call sign prince” she asked . 

“ this time it’s actually because of singing “ he chuckled.  

“ i knew it “ she laughed. 

“ they love you alot huh ?” he smiled. 

“ honestly won’t be surprised if he goes awol “ she nodded . 

“ come on we get you home , watch those things you call movies” he chuckled as she gasped. 

“ shut up you were so lost in them last time “ she rolled her eyes .  “ is he still out there?” she asked chewing her bottom lip .  opening the door jake  peaked out to before shaking his head . “ ok lets go “ she linked her arm in his . penny shot the blonde a knowing smirk as pete didn’t bother holding back to go over and hug her. 

“ no more shelter dog look “ she said pulling back. 

“ nah back to the troublemaker one “ he chuckled ruffling her hair. 

“ thank you both “ she smiled softy . 

“ remember what i said if you need  me “ penny winked . 

“ i will take you up on it “ peach hugged her. 

The dagger squad sat in their regular spot missing three people , nat was on her date , jake told them earlier peach needed him .   rooster couldn’t stop smiling at the phone  as he thought back to it all , feeling at little dumb for not seeing it but he saw it now . saw the way jake perked up more in the womans presence  or how happier he sounded when he was talking about her or belle.  He could see a familiar feeling one he saw only when he was a kid  .  the look he vaguely remember his dad  giving his mom .  one of his best friend was falling and falling hard . 

“ you think peach and hangman will take long before they realise ?” he asked . 

“ i think jake already did realise “ javy laughed. 

“ see i told you “ fanboy clapped. 

“ i didn’t  say you were wrong “ payback rolled his eyes . 

“ nat said took you long enough” bob chuckled looking down at his phone. 

“ doesn’t do the mom thing my ass” bradley snorted .

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