#that shit always drives me nuts too like stand up!!!

[jeanharlowseyebrows]

another thing that’s funny is when a writer needs to have some kind of calamity to put the #plot into #motion yet the situation they come up with is like. not that big of a deal at all unless you’re 16 years old and writing about adults and trying to come up with Problems In An Adult World yet they’re like. not really that bad!! but every character is acting like the absolute world is ending. all “you did this!!!! and you’re bad!!!!!!” and the character that Got Into Trouble is like :( i know :( i’m horrible :( i will spend 1000 years atoning for my evils :(

[medicinemane]

Honestly a lot of the time, it's not even about people having to agree with me, it's about needing to know that they actually heard and listened to what I had to say even if it didn't persuade them

Just... some basic indication that there's enough respect to give a shit about what I said, and also to make sure that they disagree because they actually disagree and not cause they just didn't bother listening

It's all I really ask

[into-the-grey]

~Cheerleader~

Noah Sebastian x F!Reader

So I got the idea for this one after seeing the clip of Noah singing Cheerleader on a stream. I couldn't resist the idea, I have no idea if it's been done, but here we are.

Warnings: Smut, P in V (PLS wrap it up), Oral (both kinds), handjob, fingering, a couple lil spanks, some dirty talk, some embarrassment, kitchen sex, costumes, chores, Fall Guys, and amazon two hour delivery.

WC: 4.9k

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Taglist: @anything-more-than-human @blend-in-with-the-madness

Noah had been streaming for about an hour, and clearly he was in a good mood. Despite his cries of anguish and frustration, he was having a good time playing Fall Guys. The game was a pain in the ass, and a lot more difficult than people gave it credit for, but it was an easy game to stream and it was fun.

While Noah prattled away to his chat audience, Reed made herself busy around the house. She had been doing chores for most of the morning, finally getting through their seemingly never-ending laundry pile. Noah didn't know it, but Reed had his stream playing on her phone while she listened through her earbuds. His good mood was infectious, and it was great white noise while she cleaned the house.

Reed also enjoyed the music he played while he gamed. Noah had an eclectic taste in music, something Reed had always loved about him. His playlist today matched his upbeat demeanour, making her smile as he hummed along to the tunes.

As she folded the last of his pants, Reed picked up the now full basket of washing, heading back upstairs to deliver the clothes. Noah had a smile in his voice as he spoke, chuckling about something someone had said in the chat.

As Reed walked up the stairs, Noah began to sing along to his music. His sweet voice echoed down the hallway, just audible through her earbuds as she got closer to the room.

She paused, turning down the volume on her phone and standing outside. She giggled to herself while she watched him through the crack in his door. Only just able to see past his green-screen, she saw Noah dancing in his seat, bopping along to the chipper song while he sang.

'Oh, I think that I found myself a cheerleader, she is always right there when I need her...'

Reed smirked, quietly entering the room and placing the basket on the bed. She was hidden behind his green-screen, and Noah hadn't noticed her. He was too busy telling the chat how he hadn't been paying attention to the game.

Reed picked up a pair of rolled socks from the top of the basket, mischievously tossing them over the green screen panel and watching them fall on Noah's shoulder, rolling into his lap.

'Hey!' He called out, turning in his chair. He peered around the panel, seeing Reed standing with a cheeky smile.

'What?' She asked sweetly.

'Don't be throwing shit at me, I'm trying to win here!' He told her with a laugh.

'Oh, I'm sorry, should I crack out the Pom Pom's and a miniskirt? Maybe do the splits?' She shot back with a matching smile.

Noah's eyes widened, his hand covering his microphone, the game quickly forgotten. His fingers wrapped around the top of it like it was a toy, forgetting about the mute button while he tried to muffle the sounds of his curiosity.

'You have a cheerleader outfit?' He asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

'I have Amazon prime and free two hour delivery,' Reed said with a shrug. Noah knew the glint in her eye meant trouble, but it was trouble that he absolutely wanted to get into.

'Do it, I dare you.'

'Cute that you think I won't,' Reed laughed. 'But how about we make this interesting?'

'Oh no...'

Reed sauntered over, bending to meet his eye while he kept his hand over the microphone, his other hand hovering in front of his face, his fingers closed around nothing. Neither of them cared that the camera could see this exchange. If anything, Reed wanted the viewers to see, knowing they would keep bringing it up and driving him nuts throughout the stream.

Lowering her voice, Reed spoke in a hushed tone, practically purring. 'I'll make you a deal, if you win a game of Fall Guys, I'll wear a cheerleader outfit for the rest of the day. I'll even order one right now, just so it's ready if you win.'

Noah stared into her eyes, unable to find a hint of a bluff. His mouth opened and closed a few times, dumbstruck.

'Think you can do it?' She said, smirking, her face nearing his.

'I think this is about to be the longest stream of my life...' he breathed, 'I'm not quitting til I win. Go and order the outfit.'

'Good luck,' Reed said, leaving him with a quick peck on the lips.

As she left the room, she pulled her phone from her pocket, turning up the volume on his stream. With the delay, she caught the muffled sounds of Noah telling her to order the outfit. The chat was in a fit, trying to decipher the conversation.

Reed watched as her own face disappeared from the screen, grinning as Noah's cheeks flushed red.

'Uhm, okay, new plan, this stream ends when I win. Settle in y'all, we might be here a while.'

Laughing softly to herself, Reed quickly opened Amazon, rush-ordering a skimpy cheerleader costume. She made her way back down to the lounge, continuing with her pottering while she waited for the delivery and listening to Noah's renewed need for victory.

***

The costume arrived early, turning up an hour after Reed ordered it. As soon as she opened the small box, she sent a picture of the costume in its packaging to Noah, adding a silly cheer chant for good measure.

'Let's go No-ah, Let's go! x'

Switching to twitch, she perched herself on the end of the kitchen bench, watching him as he picked up his phone.

His eyes skimmed over the message, a smile blooming on his lips as he chuckled.

'I'm getting messages from my cheerleader,' he told the chat. 'I think she's watching the stream.'

Grinning, Reed switched apps, sending him another text message.

'I can motivate you in other ways too...'

Skimming through her photo album, she found a picture she had been saving for this exact kind of moment. A picture she had snapped after a shower, only her arm covering her top half, her bottom half obscured by steam.

Sending it to Noah, she swiped back to twitch and waited. She heard his phone buzz on the desk, and his eyes flitted to the screen. Quickly, he opened the message. His eyes practically bulged out of his head as he rushed to lock the phone and cleared his throat.

'Alright chat, after this round we're gonna take a quick break, I need a refill,' he said, holding up his glass and trying to regain his composure. He glared down the barrel of the camera, and Reed knew that look was meant for her.

Giggling softly to herself, she grabbed the costume and hopped off the bench, strolling down to his room. She quietly entered, hiding behind the green screen again as she made her way onto the bed. Silently, she took her earbuds out, putting them into their case. She placed the case and the costume in the laundry basket, moving the basket to the floor before crawling onto the bed and laying on her stomach, watching him play.

It didn't take long for the round to be over. Maybe ten minutes. As his little bean character returned to the matchmaking lobby, Noah told his viewers that he would be back. He muted his microphone and switched the display to a waiting screen before he turned in his chair, jumping as he spotted Reed smiling at him from the bed.

'Are you trying to kill me?' He asked, gesturing to his phone with a bewildered smile.

'I might be,' she said, her voice honey-sweet as she batted her eyelashes at him. Reed sat up, stepping over the laundry basket and standing in front of him. 'What can I say? It's fun to watch you squirm...'

Noah stood, taking his headphones off and leaving them on the chair before grabbing Reed's hips.

'You are going to drive me insane, woman.'

'That's the goal,' she told him, grinning as one hand slipped between them and cautiously caressed the front of his sweatpants. She could feel him stiffening in her hand, smirking as he groaned at her touch.

'Baby... that's not fair...' he breathed, nosing into her hair. The sweet floral scent of her perfume filled his senses, making him melt into her.

'Who said anything about fair, lover?'

'God, I hate you,' Noah groaned, running his hands up her sides, her shirt lifting with his fingers, and rolling his hips to grind himself against her palm.

'Do you?' She murmured. Her teasing tone was heaven, and he wanted more.

'No, not in the slightest,' he sighed, nipping at her neck.

'Good, because otherwise I'd have to take my costume and find some other poor twitch streamer to harass.'

'Don't you dare,' he snarled, his hands tightening on her waist, pulling her tightly to his chest. His lips trailed lightly over her skin, leaving soft kisses as he made his way from her neck to her lips.

'I love you too, baby,' Reed chuckled as he captured her lips with his.

One of his hands shifted, raising to caress her breast under her shirt, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he chased her tongue. Reed slipped her hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his length and stroking him.

'Fuck, Reed, I'm still streaming,' he breathed against her lips.

'They can't see us.'

'I can't take too long,'

'So don't.'

A soft moan left his throat as Reed quickened her strokes, precum leaking down his shaft and smearing under her fingers. She kissed him as he grunted, his hips rutting into her hand as she found the perfect rhythm to undo him.

'Good boy,' she whispered, 'are you close, baby? Are you gonna come for me?'

A sinful gasp fell from his lips, his fingers tightening on her arms as he leaned into her. His teeth grazed the skin of her neck as he mumbled obscenities, his climax twisting in his gut.

'Fuck,' he whispered, his hot breath tickling her neck as she smirked, feeling him twitching under her fingers.

'I know what you need,' she said, her teasing tone driving him further to the edge. Reed sank to her knees, Noah's hands on her shoulders as he steadied himself. Her lips locked around his tip, her tongue tracing the bottom of his length as she hollowed her cheeks and took him into her mouth.

'Oh god, baby, right there,' Noah groaned, bucking his hips. Reed hummed a soft laugh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body.

His fingers tightened on her shoulders, his head tipped back and his eyes screwed shut. Finally, his release hit him, emptying himself down her throat. Reed let his cock slip from her lips, swallowing quickly.

'Good?' She asked, batting her eyelashes.

'Very good,' Noah confirmed, his cheeks red as he breathed heavily. 'But now I really need that drink.'

Reed chuckled, rising to her feet in front of him. 'You clean yourself up, I'll handle the drink. You still have a game to win.'

'Oh, you suck,' Noah said teasingly.

Wiping her thumb over her bottom lip, Reed laughed. 'You liked it, though.'

With a smirk, he kissed her quickly before adjusting his pants.

'I swear, I'll win this game if it's the last thing I do,' he told her. 'You suck, but I love you.'

'Love you too, baby.'

***

Hours passed, the sun dipped low in the sky, and Noah was losing his mind. He had come so close to winning so many times. Every time, he fell just short.

Reed had even offered to call off the challenge, but he was determined. Boys and their games...

Reed continued to keep herself busy until she had nothing left to do but cook dinner. With the way the game was going, she figured Noah wasn't leaving the bedroom anytime soon, so she cooked and brought dinner up to him.

The pair sat and ate, talking to the chat. She saw a few people speculating about Noah's drive to win. Normally, he'd quit after a few failed rounds, but he'd been at this for six hours now.

While Noah picked at his stir-fry, he hummed the tune of cheerleader again. Reed couldn't help but giggle, eyeing the laundry basket.

'Baby, you know you can try again another day, right?'

'Nope. You issued a challenge, and I don't lose.'

'I dunno, seems like you've been losing all day...'

Noah raised his eyebrows, his mouth dropping open as he stared at her. 'You did not just say that to me.'

'And what if I did?'

'Alright! You do it then!' He cried, a laugh in his voice as he offered her the controller.

The chat sped up, watching the exchange.

'If they want me to, I will. It's your stream,' she reminded him with a shrug, pushing a piece of chicken around in her bowl.

As the chat caught up with their conversation, floods of 'yes!' And 'do it!' Filled the stream. Chuckling nervously, Reed speared the chicken, eating it quickly and putting the bowl on Noah's desk.

'Alright, let's go.'

Noah shot her a smug look as she took the controller. Settling into a comfortable position, Reed watched the screen.

She passed the first two rounds with ease, the third round was a little more difficult, and the fourth round she was the last person to qualify.

'You're shitting me,' Noah said, watching in disbelief as she navigated Fall Mountain.

'Baby, I was hyper fixated on this game, remember? I know the strategies,' Reed told him, beaming as she made her way through the obstacles.

As she neared the top, the crown began to drift down, and another bean threw themselves at it.

'NO!' Noah yelled, panicking for Reed.

'Shit! No- wait he missed!' She cried, running for the crown.

The little guy on screen launched for the crown, and suddenly everything froze. Fanfare erupted as the golden victory banner appeared on screen.

'Ha! That doesn't count as you winning, by the way,' Reed laughed, handing the controller back to Noah as the chat filled with laughter and screams of triumph.

'God damn it,' he groaned, 'still, you did good, baby.'

'Exactly, now go forth and do as I did,' she teased.

Feigning offence, Noah raised his middle finger, flipping her off playfully. 'Now I'm super determined.'

'And I'm gonna sit here and watch,' she told him, returning his gesture. 'Maybe you just need your cheerleader.'

'Maybe...'

***

The end was in sight. The timer ticked down, and Noah's little guy had the tail. Only seconds stood between him and victory, but five other people were chasing him and they were closing in.

'Come on, motherfucker, run!' Noah growled, trying his hardest to outrun the horde of colourful beans.

'Ten seconds,' Reed said, leaning forward in her seat. She was just as invested now, wanting to see Noah win.

As he tried to leap from the centre ring onto a platform, he missed the jump, falling down.

'No! No, shit!' Noah yelled, spamming his buttons to get back up. The crowd closed in on him, and he struggled against them. There was no way he was getting out of this one...

'No! Someone's got my tail!' He cried as the 'tail lost' message popped up. The horde was stuck, all piled on top of each other. He began to spam the grab button, hoping for the best.

'Three... two... one...' Reed counted down.

'Fuck!'

As he was about to slam the controller down, the golden banner appeared on the screen.

'What!?' They cried in unison.

Noah's little guy appeared on a podium, a crown dropping onto his head.

'I finally won! I'm free!' He shouted, laughing as he leaned back in his chair.

'You did it!' Reed grinned.

Noah began to bid goodbye to his chat, ending the stream and turning off the Xbox.

'I need to get out of this chair, holy shit,' he told his viewers. 'And I think that my cheerleader might kill me if I don't at least come and help with the dishes.'

'You would be correct, sir.'

Reed waved goodbye to the chat as Noah ended the stream. The moment they were no longer being watched, Noah swung his chair to face her.

'You owe me an evening in a costume, and I think you owe me tomorrow in the costume as well,' he told her.

'Tonight, yes, tomorrow, we'll talk.'

Standing and stretching, Noah groaned.

'You change, I'll take this downstairs,' he said, picking up the bowls from their dinner.

'God, you're so bossy,' Reed teased, standing up and kissing him quickly. Noah grinned as he left the room, leaving her to change.

The costume was tight, and very short. The top was more of a crop top than an actual tank, but it was only a Halloween costume; she was lucky it was more than a bikini top. The skirt lacked any built in shorts, and the fabric felt lighter than it should have. But, the ensemble was surprisingly comfortable, and definitely sexy.

Trotting downstairs, she debated jumping into the kitchen with a cheesy cheer chant, but none sprang to mind.

Instead, she waltzed in, the pleats of the skirt swishing with her hips, and stood in front of him.

'One cheerleading outfit,' she announced, 'you earned it, fair and square.'

Noah grinned, looking her over. The fabric barely covered her ass, and the top had a much lower cut than a real cheer costume, showing a considerable amount of cleavage.

He stepped closer to her, his large hands tracing over her bare midriff.

'Can you wear this every time I win on stream?' He asked, 'after I'm offline, of course.'

'What, you don't want people to see your personal cheerleader?'

'Oh god no, this is for my eyes only,' he told her, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.

Reed chuckled, rolling up onto her toes and pressing a kiss to his lips before rolling her eyes at him. 'If you're so sure about it...'

His hand traced down her body, slipping underneath her skirt and gliding up between her thighs.

'You know, I've always thought your eyes were so pretty,' he mused, his fingers grazing over her drenched panties, 'but I think they're prettier when I make them roll back.'

'Noah!' She admonished, taking a step back from him as she chuckled. He knew she loved a game of cat and mouse, but he'd been tortured enough.

'Say it again, baby,' he purred, pulling her back to him and dragging her panties out of the way. He drew a long stripe through her folds, gathering her arousal and using it to glide in circles around her swollen clitoris.

The sigh that followed was heaven to him, and she gripped hard at his biceps, her body melting into his as she whimpered his name.

'You tortured me all day. You can't seriously think I haven't been planning how to get mine?'

His middle and ring finger sunk into her drenched pussy, earning another beautiful gasp from her. He searched inside of her, curling his fingers against the soft, spongy place deep in her core.

'Oh god, Noah,' she gasped, her cheeks turning pink. 'Baby, the windows,' she managed to stammer.

'So the neighbours might get a show,' he shrugged, smirking as she squirmed on her toes. Her muscles clenched around his fingers while she moaned, her sounds filling the kitchen. He nosed into her hair, nipping lightly at her neck and grinning against her skin as her hands splayed out on the benchtop behind her.

'Oh shit.' Her cheeks flushed, her eyes closing and her head falling back, granting him access to her throat, his free hand wrapping around her neck and pinning her in place. Her chest heaved as she breathed deeply, letting her legs spread further.

'Good girl,' he breathed, his voice low in her ear. Reed practically melted at the sound, her hips bucking against his hand as his thumb swirled over her swollen clitoris. 'All this, just for me?'

She nodded, sighing again as his teeth raked over her throat. Inch by inch, Noah kissed his way up her neck, stopping at her lips and taking her lower lip between his teeth. Her groan had him straining against his pants, eager to sink into her. He'd been craving it all day, but he wanted to rev her up first.

Swiftly, his fingers disappeared from her pussy and his hand left her throat. He presented his fingers to her, her slick glistening on them.

'Open,' he told her, locking eyes with her. She did as he asked, opening her mouth and letting her tongue hang out. Noah let her take his fingers into her mouth, sucking the juices from his fingers the same way she had with his cock earlier in the day. Her soft tongue ran under his knuckles, sending a wave of tingles down Noah's spine.

'Good,' he praised as she gave him his hand back. He stepped closer, reaching down and wrapping his hands around her thighs. In a fluid motion, he lifted her to sit on the bench, crashing his lips against hers. 

Agonisingly slowly, he trailed his lips down her body. She whined as he lifted the top of the costume, sucking her pert nipple into his mouth. With his other hand he slid her panties off, tugging them free from under her ass and letting them drop onto the floor. 

Reed tangled her fingers into his hair, moaning softly as his tongue explored her skin and desperate for him to reach her pussy. Noah noticed her gentle shoves, looking up and grinning at her.

'Do you want something?' he asked, freeing her nipple.

'Noah-'

'Ask nicely, baby,' he teased, taking her nipple into the crook of his thumb and forefinger, pinching it.

'God,' she gasped, 'come on, baby, you know what I want.' 

Noah nodded as he pushed her down on the bench. 'I have no idea what you're talking about,' he said coyly, 'you're going to have to use your words.'

Rolling her eyes, Reed shot a glare at him. Noah raised his eyebrows, staring her down.

'You want to be a brat, huh?' he said, tilting his head and running his right hand down her leg. His hand wrapped around her ankle, lifting it and placing her heel on the edge of the bench, her right leg naturally copying the movement of her left.

'What are you gonna do about it?' she smirked, letting her knees fall open so the skirt danced at the top of her thighs.

Noah huffed a laugh, his arm crossing his body in a flash and snaring her left ankle in his left hand. He lifted her leg quickly, her knee tucking into her chest, and brought his free hand across her ass cheek in a smooth smack. Reed gasped at the sting, her pussy clenching against nothing.

'You want to try again? Use your words, sweetheart.'

'Fucking hell,' she gasped, earning another smack across her reddening ass cheek. Noah smirked at her, rubbing his hand over the inflamed skin.

'Not those ones, they're for later.'

Reed bit her lip as her caressed her, the sting easing under his cool touch. 'Please, baby, taste me.'

'Good job,' he chuckled, easing her leg down and kissing the inside of her thigh. 'Was that so hard?'

'No.' 

Noah could hear the giggle in her voice, smiling as he kissed his way under the skirt and parted her folds with his tongue. The moment he touched his toungue to her swollen nib, her back arched.

'You really wanted it, didn't you?'

'Mhmm,' she hummed, her fingers twisting into his hair again as he returned to his favourite dessert. Writing the filthiest poems with his tongue, he listened to her sounds, feeling her body convulsing beneath him. Every now and then she would breathe his name, or let out a whine.

He slid his fingers back into her waiting pussy, grinning aginst her as she squeaked and groaned. He glanced up, seeing her teeth clamped down on her lower lip.

'You don't need to hold it back, baby, I'm only just getting started,' he told her. 'Go on, let it come...'

Returning his tongue to her clit, her legs clamped over his ears. With his free hand, he gripped her thigh, holding it to his head and devouring her. Her moans were muffled, but after a moment her orgasm began to drip down his fingers while she squirmed against him.

After a moment, she tugged at his hair, begging for a moment to breathe. He smirked as he stood, slipping his fingers out of her and tasting her orgasm.

'You good, baby?' he asked, leaning over her and caging her against the bench, his face hovering above hers. She nodded, her chest heaving.

'So good,' she panted. 'So, so good.'

'Good,' he laughed, kissing her gently. 'Because I meant it, I'm not done.'

She grinned up at him, running her fingers across his cheek lazily. 'I'm so screwed, aren't I?' she asked.

Noah laughed, taking her hand from his cheek and kissing her palm. 

'Abso-fucking-lutely.'

'Oh shit.'

It took him no time at all to free his cock and position it against her waiting entrance. He pushed it lightly, teasing her as the tip begged to slide in, wet with precum.

'Deep breath, baby girl,' he said, tilting his head and smirking down at her.

Reed complied, her lungs filling, and as she breathed out, Noah began to sink into her. Their sighs filled the room as he inched his way in, feeling her stretching to let him in. 

'Oh god,' she moaned, her fingers finding the edge of the bench and clamping down around it.

'God you feel so good,' he said, his eyes closing for a moment and savouring the sensation of her around him. 'Sit up,' he commanded. Reed reached for him, easing herself up and wrapping an arm around the back of his neck to steady herself.

'Fucking hell, Noah.'

'I told you that you'd need those words later,' he grinned sinfully. Her pussy flexed on his cock as he spoke, reminding him of her proclivity for dirty talk. 

Reed grinned, craning her neck to press a kiss to his lips again. Slowly Noah began to roll his hips, drawing himself out and plunging back into her. His hand snaked up her spine, holding her up while his strokes searched for that spongy spot.

'Fuck I love you,' he breathed, raking his teeth over her neck again. 

'I love you,' she told him in return, her jaw falling slack while her body revolted against her, the high racing on already.

Noah grunted while he rutted up into her, his own high chasing hers. She had teased him so much that he was left desperate for another released. She knew how to wind him up, and she'd done a phenomenal job of it all day.

'Come for me, baby girl,' he said, grabbing at her jaw and thumbing over her lower lip. 'Come with me, all over me, I wanna hear you.'

Reed groaned, the smouldering in her pussy becoming a blaze at his words, her orgasm filling her body and her eyes rolling back. Her cries grew louder as the high intensified, Noah's determined thrusts only adding to the pleasure that made her head spin.

Her sounds drove him to the edge, falling over it close behind her. His thrusts began to falter, burying deep into her pussy and staying there while thick ropes spilled out of him. He pulled her into a deep kiss while they came down from their highs, his knees shaking while he leaned against her.

'God I love you,' he breathed, resting his forehead against hers.

'How much do you love me?' She chuckled, her eyes flitting away from his face for a moment.

'I just spent all day getting edged and playing an absolutely bullshit god-damn video game to win you, is that enough?' he asked, laughing and thumbing over her flushed cheeks.

'Maybe, but do you love me enough to apologise to the neighbours?' Reed said, looking to the window again.

Noah paused, following her gaze and seeing the next-door neighbours standing on their second floor balcony. The man's eyes were wide, and his wife's jaw hung open.

'Oh shit.' Noah slipped out of Reed swiftly, adjusting himself in his pants and rushing to close the curtains. His face burned red as he turned to face Reed, his back against the wall. 'When I said the neighbours might get a show, I didn't mean it!' he laughed. 

Reed crossed her legs, cackling at Noah while her own face turned bright red.

'You owe them a gift basket, and we have to move.'

Noah nodded, a sheepish grin on his face.

'Yup. You start looking for houses, I'll see if there's a "sorry we traumatised you with accidental exhibitionism" gift basket.'

'Deal.'

[dilfl0v3rss]

annoying things they do

𝑜𝑛𝑦

- doesn’t let you sleep in unless he’s sleeping in too. like this nigga would literally wake you up at eight am. durag, plaid pajama pants, and hoodie on. with his keys jingling in his hands on some, “ma get up we going to the store.”

- goes through a bottle of juice in less than two days. you literally have to buy him his own minute made and orange juice because if the two of you share it’ll be gone so quick.

- steals a lot of words and phrases from you, and they’re either used so wrong that you laugh or so right that you’d have no choice but to stand in shock. like he’d come home from the barbershop and go up to you like, “like my cut ma? it’s eating rightttt?” and you’d just be standing there like how do you know how to use that?

- this man is greedy. like all of them are greedy, but ony is a different type of greedy. he would never eat your food without permission, but let you open up a bag of chips around him. the next thing you gon see is his big ass hand in your face on some, “lemme get one” or if you eating a burger or a slice of pizza and he see you enjoying it. he’s in your face immediately. “lemme get a bite ma. shit look mad good.”

- smacks your ass so damn hard. like when y’all are having sex it’s not really an issue, but why is he sending you flying at eleven in the morning while you’re making eggs.

𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤

- says the dirtiest shit in your ear and just walks away after. he doesn’t care where y’all are either. you could be walking through the baby section of walmart just because it’s the fastest route to where you needed to go and he’d come up behind you, making you stop in your tracks as he put his hand on top of where yours were gripping the cart, dick print all on your ass while he whispers in your ear. “keep screaming ‘nut in me daddy’ while i’m fucking you and soon you gon be buying shit from here”. you didn’t even get to reply because once you moved to turn around he backed up from you and kept walking.

- always wants to finger you while he’s driving. especially if you have a sundress onnnn. he don’t care how long or short the drive is, you’re going to cum before y’all get to the destination. and it be so random because he asks so plainly like “ma pull your dress up. wanna play wit her”. not even looking away from the road. you’d try to talk him out of if, but ony doesn’t care. “ion care if we five minutes away. i could make you cum in two.”

- will fuck you literally anywhere. if you tease him you have about ten minutes to fix it or he’s going to fix it himself. which means taking you literally anywhere so he can get what he wants. sometimes you don’t even have to tease him. all it really takes is a pretty outfit and some nice perfume and he’s on you. he’s fucked you in fitting rooms, club bathrooms, party bathrooms, his old bedroom at his moms house, and the list goes onnn. if you looking good he’s on that ass.

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒

- heavy sleeper like it’s ridiculous. the first few minutes of him sleeping he’ll probably wake up if he hears something, but once he’s been sleep past an hour there is no waking that man up.

- literally bites you. if you point in his face he’s going to try to bite your finger. if y’all are play fighting and he gets on top of you he’s going to try to bite your neck. when y’all are chilling and he’s laying on your ass he’s going to eventually bite it. he has a serious problem.

- mocks your moans or plays your tapes out loud around the house if he feels that you’re “playing” with him. so if y’all are going back and forth don’t even bring up anything about his dick because he will use your moans against you.

“that’s not what you was saying last night. what happened to, ‘oh my god papi your dick so biggg’ and ‘please daddy i wanna have your baby’?”

or if y’all just got done arguing and you decide to just walk away and start cleaning (i clean when i’m mad). you’d be washing the dishes and out of nowhere just start hearing pornographic slaps and moans being played on the house speaker.

“daddy pleasee m’so sorryyy.*slap slap slap slap* you sorry ma? *slap slap slap* y-e-sssss fuckkkk.”

you’d sprint from the kitchen to the living room where connie was sitting, just sitting there rolling up like the whole house doesn’t sound like a scene off of pornhub. you’d try to snatch the phone from him, but he’d move his hand and get up. putting the phone high in the air so you can’t reach. “connie you bet-”

“say you sorry and i’ll turn it off”

- sometimes he’ll purposely not kiss you back when you kiss him. just letting you move your lips on his while he keeps his in a straight line to piss you off.

- just starts randomly acting like you. like you could be getting something from the fridge and he’ll walk up to you, chest full of tattoos, sweats sagging on his waist, holding up his phone. “girllll you really ate the girls up wit your new ig post. the fit is giving rich gyalll.”

𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤

- eats you out for sooooo long. like he doesn’t care if you are screaming crying or passed the hell out. only when he feels like he’s done will he stop. if you try to stop him he’ll just say “it’s not about you mami. this for me” and then continue to remove your soul from your body.

- will purposely hit the wrong spots inside you when you piss him off. they aren’t particularly bad spots, but he knows you’ll never cum from him hitting them. of course you’ll complain about it because you know he’s doing it on purpose. “con s-stop ittt!” but of course he just has something smart to say back to you. “stop playin in my face and maybe i’ll hit it right.”

- another one that’ll fuck you anywhere, but he’s worse with it. he’s fucked you on the side of the road one night. passenger door open with you bent over the seat while he fucked you from outside of the car. he gives no fucks.

- is always breaking something. you tried to cuff him one time while you gave him head. he broke the cuffs…and it didn’t stop there. he’s broken two headboards, one of your nails, your glasses, and almost all of your waist beads while fucking you.

𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛

- if you piss him off before going to bed he’s going to take your bonnet right tf off while you asleep. then will proceed to laugh at you in the morning while your yelling cursing about your hair being fucked up.

- randomly starts yelling song lyrics. like y’all could be sitting on the couch and your bones would literally shake in your body cause he thought it would be okay to yell pop smoke lyrics out of nowhere.

-bends you over and starts acting like he’s fucking you. like if you’re making a tiktok while he walks in the room he will literally push you down by the back of your neck and start “drilling” your shit in the camera.

- wakes you up just to make you do stupid shit. you would be sleeping like a baby just to be shook up by his big ass hands on your shoulders. you’d wake up in a panic and he’d go “mama. mama look! the obama’s need our help we gotta get the men in black and shoot the aliens cmon!” and of course your confused ass is gon get up, taking the broom he handed to you and going into the living room to “fight”. when you realize what he said and turned towards him, he was already well into laughter. watching you mumble curses under your breath before walking back to your room.

𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤

- if you’re the one coming to him for sex he’s going to make you work for it. he loves when you take the initiative, getting on top of him and taking what you need. it was the sexiest thing in the world so now if you want it you have to come get it. if you try to whine about it he’ll just tell you, “s’your dick mama. if you really wanted it you would take what you need instead of just having daddy fuck you silly all the time.”

- teases you soooo much. whether it be standing real close behind you, staring at you with that sexy look on his face or just straight up choking you, tonguing you down, then walking tf away. aran lovessss to tease you.

- if he sees you getting a little too “friendly” with a guy he will make you call them while he’s fucking you. purposely hitting all of your favorite spots so a moan or two can slip just so they can know that you will always be his. he’ll also make it very known that he’s the one fucking you.

“uhh huh. ask em how his day was mama” he’d say in a breathless tone. loving the way your ass bounced off his lower stomach. “h-how was your day?” your friend wouldn’t know whether to be horrified or turned on at the situation. clearly the latter since he began to palm himself through his pants on the other end of the phone.

if they choose to stay friends with you that’s fine because aran knows that every time they see you they’ll think of him.

- sometimes will make you watch him eat you out, knowing that it always made you cum faster when you’d watch him slowly let his spit drip from his mouth to your clit.

𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑎

- sucks a massaging feet. one minute he’s rubbing and squeezing the tension from them, then the next minute he’s trying to put them in his mouth or he’s putting them in the chokehold while tickling the fuck out of them.

- do not let this man buy you a pair of sneakers. he will watch you like a hawk, just itching for you to do something wrong so he can cay something.

“mama don’t walk like thatttt. you gon crease themmm”

“baby pay attention where you walkin. could’ve been stepping in shit like five times and you wouldn’t know a thing.”

tanaka has so many different sneakers and treats them like babies so when he buys you a pair you need to treat them that way as well or it physically pains him.

- bumps his head all the timeeee. you have to watch this man around the house or the next thing you know you gon be hearing “OWW…shit that hurt!” cause he bumped his head on the corner of the kitchen island while picking something up.

𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤

- always eats you out before and after sex. doesn’t care if you shaking and pushing his head away because your “too sensitive”, after he gets done fucking you he’s going to eat you out. whether he nut in you or not

- purposely fucks you harder when he knows people can hear. loves the embarrassed/shy face you make while getting dressed after he’s finished knocking the mario coins out of your pussy in your grandmas bathroom at your family barbecue.

- if y’all fuck after arguing he makes you repeat everything you said while you were mad while he’s pounding you into the mattress.

“say it ma. repeat what you said t’me”

“y-you not the o-only n-nigga i need shittt”

“now is that true?”

“nuh uhhhh. s’not true daddy”

“then if i hear it again ima fuck you even harder cause not only are you being disrespectful, but you lying too”

- will fuck you like the meanest nigga on earth. i’m talking slapping your ass so hard you actually seen hints of red in your skin, spitting all in your mouth, choking you while giving you light slaps on the face to keep you from passing out, then will have the audacity to go hop on the game all giddy and happy like you weren’t still on the bed trying to remember your name and who you were.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

This is the second part to my Eddie Munson x Henderson reader series, it was heavily inspired by Breathless by The Corrs. Enjoy 💞💞

Read part one here

Let me know if there's anything you would like to see in this series 💌♥️

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Wasn't it bad enough that you ran to Jacob here. Did you really have to see Eddie Munson too.

His eyes meet yours from a corner of the room. The pulsing music of the band that's playing is beginning to give you a headache and did... Did Eddie Munson seriously just wink at you?

Once again you marvel at your brother's continued admiration for this asshat. It had been mere weeks since you were properly introduced to Eddie and the memory was still crystal clear in your mind.

Now that you met him, he seemed to pop up everywhere you looked. At Hawkins High you had successfully avoided him for years but now he was always popping up close to you and annoying the crap out of you.

Always with that stupid smirk on his face and those dimples on show. You're sure he's seeking you out, it's just a feeling but you're certain he likes making you flustered and teasing you.

Now he's infiltrating the party that Chloe's friend has thrown so you can't even escape him outside of school. Dustin still thinks the sun shines out of Eddie's ass so you can't even escape him in your own house.

Eddie waves at you from across the room, a sarcastic little wave that sends prickles of annoyance down your spine. You consider flipping him the bird but you won't stoop to his level.

Jacob has been trying to get your attention but Eddie is taking up most of your thoughts. Not even Chloe's gushing about her amazing date distracts you.

Who does Munson think he is? Your fists clench at your side and you sip your drink, attempt to turn your back on him and avoid him. Unfortunately that's impossible.

Steve and Robin join you when Chloe spots Taylor and excitedly rushes over to her. That's when Eddie comes over and makes his presence known.

Steve and Robin greet him happily enough. Hang on wasn't Steve jealous of Eddie stealing his kids'attention (Dustin and his friends) and worried that they thought Eddie was cooler than him? Now they were getting on and joking together.

"Oh Eddie, this is Dustin's sister...' Robin is just about to say your name when Eddie chuckles quietly and you glare at him.

"Oh we've met. You miss my presence already princess?" Shit you thought you'd get some respite from him away from school and your house but oh no. That wasn't going to happen.

Steve and Robin look between the two of you and you don't like that knowing look that Steve gets in his eyes.

"Hardly. Even here I can't escape the Eddie Munson experience" he sprawls on the sofa beside you and takes up most of the room, he's wearing a t-shirt by the band Judas Priest, a leather jacket, black boots and ripped black jeans.

He's fidgety and constantly playing with his rings, you can't help but sneak a peek at them. Eddie catches you staring and you fight that flustered feeling once again. It was beginning to be annoying that Eddie made you feel this way so easily.

"Sweetheart it's okay, you don't have to hide how into me you are" he looks so smug as he says it and you nearly fall off your seat.

"What?" you demand and he laughs, big brown eyes sparkling with mischief and delight. You notice Steve and Robin hiding their laughter.

His gaze meets yours then very slowly trails down to your lips and it lingers there for a few seconds. It's enough time for your heart to skip a beat and that butterflies in your belly feeling.

Fuck. "There's no way I'm into you Munson. You drive me nuts. I don't know how my brother puts up with you"

Far from being offended by your insult Eddie's grin gets bigger. "You can't stand me but that doesn't stop you from wanting to kiss me princess. I can see it in your eyes" you fume silently and shake your head.

"Didn't you say that I needed to remove the stick from my ass? Why on earth would I even entertain the thought of kissing someone who I can't stand" He shrugs and swipes one of your pieces of chocolate.

"There's a thin line between love and hate milady" love... As if you would ever fall in love with Eddie Munson.

"You can keep dreaming about that Munson. It's never going to happen" you snap and he's still smiling. Count to ten... Don't let him get to you.

Why was he getting to you so badly and making your heart go a mile a minute. There's a small, tiny part of you that knows exactly what this is but you refuse to believe it.

"Who says I want to kiss you anyway bitchy Henderson?" Ugh! You feel like screaming. Wait a minute... Two can play at his annoying game.

You peer up at Eddie and bat your eyes, move a little closer to him and your gaze lingers on his lips then slowly you meet his stunned gaze... There's something in those big brown eyes that sends your heart into overdrive again.

Nope. Don't get distracted. You needed to focus.

"You don't? I can see it in your eyes Munson... Why don't you dream about that tonight" you move away and smirk at his dazed expression. It clears and then suddenly he's glaring at you.

"You tricked me" you get up and blow him a kiss.

Score one for you. Eddie Munson - zero.

💞

So go on, go on, come on, leave me breathless

Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny, This loving feeling (loving feeling)

Make me long for your kiss

Go on (go on), go on (go on)

Yeah...

Come on

Breathless - The Corrs 💞

Tags; @eddiesdrummergf @catherinnn @haylee-e @eddiemunsonfuxks @costellation-hunter @anxiousobserver @rcailleachcola

[emilvr]

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° boyfriend spencer !

oh lord have mercy this man is sooooo ( ∩ˇωˇ∩)♡all my boyfie spencer thoughts in one place.. <3 this man deserves a happy ending and if cm won’t give it to him i certainly will!! click the link 4 a surprise … & also send me ur spencer reid thoughts before i collapse!!

warnings: just swearing/slight suggestive tones (like smooches..) and gender neutral reader i think !!

spencer, at least— according to derek, is a tough nut to crack. he doesn’t trust easily at all, and the fruits of your labour may not actually show until years down the line. but if there’s one thing about him you could never doubt, is his loyalty to not just you, but his entire team. especially when he tells you, “i’ll do anything you need me to. always.” and the earnest tone he whispers it in, his brown eyes flickering up to meet your [e/c] ones. the soft, glowing warmth of the love of a thousand lifetimes burns bright in his irises and you will find that you simply don’t care how long you have to wait for him to allow you to hold his heart in your hands.

he may not say i love you in the traditional sense; but it is as clear as the turning shades of the leaves in autumn. it’s clear in how he wants to know everything about you: the things you deem mundane and unimportant, the things that make you embarrassed and the things that make you avoid his eyes as you grin childishly. it’s clear in the way he remembers everything, which isn’t all that surprising given:

“did you know i actually have an eidetic memory and an iq of—“

“187. yes i know, spence. what a smart cookie!”

(in response, he flushes always when you coo the words ‘smart cookie’, although in the same breath he will stare at your face and whisper ‘angel’ in your ear like you’ve been sent down from the heavens just for him.)

he treats you like you’re made of delicate rose petals, and a touch that is too forceful will cause you to wither away. his lips graze your cheek gently in a kiss, his fingertips softly pet the top of your head and slowly follow the curve of your cheeks to the slope of your nose. and when you giggle and go “that tickles,” he’ll only grin in response and nestle his nose into the crown of your head and hum knowingly.

although, most infuriatingly, he will not make the first move. now, doesn’t mean he won’t drive you absolutely insane with soft smiles and eyes full of love and want. he puts all of shakespeare’s sonnets to shame, truly. he keeps it up until you break and march over to his apartment with wobbling lips and twinkling irises (and emily’s encouraging “go get ur mans!!!! GET HIM!!!!” text on your phone. her, jj and penelope are the worst enablers ever.) and even then, he stands still (like the whole world has come to a standstill, really) and waits for you to utter the words. he waits, quietly and patiently. his attention is on you.

“it’s okay. you can say it.”

“you’re torturing me here.”

“am i?”

“‘am i?’ i will pretend you never said that, smarty pants. you infuriate me.”

“ooh, big words.”

“hey! i can talk fancy too!”

“mhm, i’m sure you can angel.”

“not fair. i love you, by the way. more like adore you. or any other word you can think of.”

“i can think of a few.”

in the before, he may tease you when you put a hand on his shoulder or trace the outline of his knuckles; but don’t let the teasing trick you. spencer is atrocious. a mess, even— without you. when you get pulled into a case three days before him, he spends the three days with absolutely zero sleep. and when jj and emily (knowingly, grand masterminds!) ask him if he’s doing okay, he just barely grumbles out a: “i can’t sleep without them anymore. feels cold. not right.” jj awe’s at him and clutches her hands close to her chest, whilst emily barks out a laugh and goes “oooh he wants them baaaaad!”

the grumpiest thirty-something year old man you know, by the way. smug as shit, too. lays with you in bed, head on your stomach as you call him pretty.

“but am i the prettiest?”

“oh, absolutely, my love. there is not a man in the land prettier than thou!”

“ … -__- can you ever give me a normal reply.”

“hehe.. absolutely not.”

henry knows all about you. against his will. someone save this boy he knows your birth date and time of birth down to the hour. knows your big three against his will. (despite the fact that spencer says astrology “isn’t scientifically accurate” … my when i’m in a big ass loser contest and my opponent is in-love spencer walter reid….) spencer puts henry to bed and starts rambling:

“the other day, [y/n] and i were in the kitchen and it suddenly hits me how effortlessly beautiful they are, i mean seriously, i feel sick th—“

“uncle spence. please. i want to go to sleep. i’m gonna call mama.”

“not your mom. please.”

(he tells jj and will when they get back from their date. you wake up to 23 text messages from jj saying “marry this nerd please henry can’t do this anymore!!!”)

also may i propose: classical music lover spencer, rock music lover emily, pop music lover jj and [y/n]. spencer absolutely gives you shit for your music taste and jj threatens him by saying she’ll marry you before he does. he goes pale at the thought. goes even paler when jj starts calling you “her darling baby” … your whole relationship is tug of war between jj, emily and spencer. spencer won’t try tug of war with derek like ok whatever you say handsome!!!

also, there have been many times spencer has woken up in the morning and reached his hand out to stroke your cheek and give you a kiss, when halfway he opens one eye and sees either jj or emily sleeping behind you. he’s the third wheel. in his own relationship.

and it’s all great until you give emily or jj too much attention and he starts sulking at home like… bitch you are in your thirties. and then you have to kiss all over his face and jokingly (or not???) call him your ‘pookie’… he sticks his tongue out and goes ‘bleurgh!!!!!” but we all know he loves it. silly scorpio man is fooling no one.

also read: candid photos of him where he always looks good ??? and when you mutter “you make me sick.” he takes it seriously and you spend the next week buying him his favourite donuts and kissing him until his cheeks go pink. most dramatic man ever!!! now does he pretend to be upset so you kiss him all the time… who knows.

he also places his forehead on yours when he gets overwhelmed and can’t calm down. and starts giggling when you go “helllooooooo!!” but in like, the way where your voice hits several octaves. a very, very giggly boy around you. and he also always has cold hands, and goes “oh no sweetie looks like i have to hold your hands!” (emily makes a gagging sound)

but truly, he is the softest man /ever/. when you two lay in bed at night and he leans down to kiss you, he goes so slowly that his eyelashes brush against yours and your chest starts to throb with how fast your heart is beating. he leans forward slowly and the kiss he presses to your lips is so soft that you squeeze your eyes closed because looking at him sends you into cardiac arrest. doesn’t kiss you much in public, but the way he looks at you makes up for it. eyes crinkled in the corner, brown irises reflecting your beauty as if you’ve been blessed by aphrodite herself. his chest lifts and trembles slightly, index finger twitching with the need to hold yours <3 (emily catches him in the act and she grins, then goes ‘booooo’ and cackles how he’s ‘whipped’ — which makes derek’s head snap up.)

also he absolutely calls you bunny and pretty like no one say a word to me… bunny is the cutest term of endearment ever im gonna throw up and throw myself down the damn stairs!!!

&&— marriage is absolutely in the cards for you two. he looks down at you, chin tilted, and he can’t imagine a future where he doesn’t watch you style your hair every morning or watch you grumble over a stain that won’t come out of one of his cardigans. (“spence, baby, you got anymore sweaters that need washed? i’m putting a woollens wash on!” and he blushed a soft fuchsia and has to resist the urge to cradle your face in his palms.)

although he has faced many tragedies and painful memories in his life, you’re his solace. the pain of his father leaving, his mother’s illness, prison, his drug addiction— you provide him with the normalcy and soft, angelic happiness that makes him smile until his cheeks hurt.

spencer (look at the absolute beauty i pulled by being an autistic nerd) walter reid <3

[smuttysabina]

Lia's Gossip-Filled Gangbang

(Lia x Male Reader, 1600 words)

Lia has always been a touch, concerned, about the public image of ITZY. While not openly opposing the... activities her fellow groupmates perform onstage, she often finds herself filled with righteous disgust. Whilst at the same time as she is getting her holes filled by her fan's raw, sweaty cocks. Of course, to Lia, her getting double-penetrated by guys she just met is perfectly okay, she is only working off a little steam; not like those other girls! Her propensity to whine and complain only grows as the night wears on, as she painstakingly catalogues every last immoral act her friends have engaged in. Hearing such salacious tales only causes her fans ardor to grow, and soon they are either prematurely ejaculating, or sneaking off to see if the tales are true. Which leaves you in a rough spot, since you are the last one left ah, standing per say, and Lia is far from finished with her rant.

Lia has you pinned to the floor, with that surprising strength all idols seem to possess when in heat. Your clothes went missing a while ago, and she straddles your bare thighs as she idly strokes your cock. But your member is not what holds her attention, instead Lia is mostly intent on complaining about what a whore Yeji is.

"She just takes, so many guys to satisfy her you know? Its honestly appalling watching her brutally fuck her way through dozens of guys, she's just insatiable! And Yeji makes them cum so fast too, after only a couple of thrusts they end up nutting in her already! I think they just get off to how hard she uses them, like they enjoy getting treated like a toy... You don't like that sort of thing do you huh? Mhmm of course you don't, because you are a good wholesome boy; ALL my fans are, they just need a little bit of help. You don't want to get treated like a piece of meat, and get verbally abused while Yeji's cunt practically rips your dick off with how hard its clenching on you, right? Thats what I thought! Yeah no she just fucks every guy in sight when she's horny its awful, like I cannot count the number of times I've seen her tear guys pants off and just forcibly fuck them. Yeji even does it to couples! Yeah I know right? She will just fuck the guy senseless while his girlfriend is right there wailing in horror. Okay okay, I get that she's the leader and needs to work off some steam, lord knows she does; but maybe she can do that without draining hundreds of guys? Also she keeps leaking cum everywhere, but that's kinda an idol problem so..."

Lia pauses in her excoriation of Yeji to notice that your cock is leaking profusely. She lets out a soft exclamation of surprise and smoothly plops herself onto you, sliding you all the way inside. Lia absentmindedly starts to bounce on your cock, returning with glee to her gossiping, "Oh my god, speaking of jizz, that fucking cum slut is always gushing it everywhere! Yeah, Yuna! Like every chance she gets she's getting bent over and pumped full of fucking cum. We will be doing a shoot, or a fan-meet, and you'll turn around and then next thing you know! Yuna is getting railed by like half the film crew or some shit, she'll just be guzzling cum like a freaking addict! I honestly think she needs help like this girl's sex drive is. Out. Of. Control! I have seen her literally DROWNING in cum; like she just milked too many dicks into her mouth, and now she's flailing about and crap! Do you have any idea how disgusting it is watching her cough up turgid jizz all over the place while trying to save her? Like, I'm okay with getting splattered with cum, but there are limits to what I can handle! I mean, I do appreciate that with her around we need to pleasure waaaay less guys than we did before, but does she have to be such a slut about it? I guess she did have to just sit there and watch us getting plowed constantly for a couple years, that may have messed her up a bit... Oh hey, did you just cum in me?"

Your cock flops out of Lia's pussy, her reflexive bouncing causing you to orgasm even as her mind was elsewhere. Of course, hearing all about how Yuna was a filthy cum-whore did not exactly help in inhibiting your growing load. But Lia isnt done with you yet, and she simply grabs your cock up and begins to lick and suck on it; cleaning your shared juices off of your member. But, true to form, Lia finds the time to continue complaining. "Yeah you know who else just watches stuff, Ryujin! She's usually creeping around the edges of the orgy, furiously masturbating like a pervert, making a mess everywhere. Like you'll be in the middle of getting made airtight, and then suddenly Ryujin is there squirting all over your face! I mean she does kind of help with the workload, like all the usual skulking voyeurs just dump their loads into her, which is nice. But is also means you dont get any of those shy boys anymore! Its always nice at the end of a fan-meet, all of those hesitant boys come forth with their cocks twitching... and its a treat milking them! Ugh Yeji does haul Ryujin over to the main area occasionally though, and seeing that pervert getting plowed like a fuck doll is pretty cathartic. I honestly think she enjoys getting caught, she likes to pretend that she hates being the center of attention; when really she just wants everyone to watch her being a slut! I swear she cums like a fucking fountain, and she'll keep wailing about how everyone can see what a shamefully lewd whore she is and crap. Somebody obviously has a LOT of repressed issues to work through..." Lia pauses, noticing that once more you are firmly at attention, your cock straining towards the ceiling. She lets out a pleased noise, and promptly angles your cock towards her leaking asshole. You slide into her ass, eased along by the efforts of your predecessors, making her tummy bulge a little bit where your tip is. Lia leans back, her legs framing the beautiful sight of your dick buried to the hilt inside of this idol, while your seed still dribbles out of her pussy. Evidently your turn now, you start to thrust upwards, punctuating her next distracting thoughts...

"Oh that feels quite nice actually, keep thrusting just like that... ah, that's it! Mmphmm, anal just feels so filling you know? Of course, its even better when your other holes are getting fucked as well, but that's obvious! Yeah no all of us girls can handle it, so dont be shy about using an unoccupied hole! Or even sharing one... well okay ask first before doing that, unless its like Yuna or something, I've never heard her complain lol. Oh wait, you should be careful with Chaeryeong though, she really isnt used to taking too many dicks at once! She's so much more... picky than the others, and she tries way too hard to please her fans. Like Chaery will just pick out a dozen or so fans, and the scamper off to a corner or something and take her time pleasing each and every one of them in the most intimate way possible. I think she just really needs the love and attention you know, she had it kinda harsh for a bit there, so a more private setting suits her. Not that she isnt approachable though! And Chaery does help out when we have to do gratification on stage! She's a good girl she just needs a little space you know? She's so much better than those other vulgar whores... Hnnrgh, geez you're really pounding my guts right now, are you going to cum again? Oh fuck, I can feel it in my belly, its so waaaaaarm... mmm I can tell you enjoyed yourself!"

Lia lifts herself off of your cock, her anus dragging along your shaft until it is freed with a pop. She gives you a smooch for your troubles, before looking around and realizing that you're the last fan near her, those lewd sluts didnt leave enough for her! Its so hard being the only pure-hearted girl around here, those cum-addicts just steal all the attention! Lia continues to whine to herself, wallowing in self pity as she complains about her fellow members. Lia gives you an innocent look, SHE isnt a vulgar dick-milker like the others, right?

A healthy dollop of your cum plops out of Lia's asshole, trailing down her stained thighs. Her holes are unable to close, red and swollen from getting pounded by countless cocks. Her hair is frazzled, crusted with spit and worst, her eyes red from irritation and her lips cracked. Cum and spittle stain her chest, her nipples bruised from getting suckled on one too many times. Lia's posture acknowledges none of this though, as if she is just a virginal girl, shyly showing affection to her crush. As if she hadn't just finished fucking scores of her adoring fans, as if your seed hasn't been inside all of her holes.

Yes Lia, you are a sweet and innocent girl! :)

[slaymybreathaway]

Romeo and Juliet (James Maguire x Reader)

Part 1 of 2

Warnings: intense pining and embarassment, lol :)

Word Count: 880

Masterlist ♡ Read Part 2 Here

It was Children in Need week at Our Lady Immaculate College and the girls had to sit, well stand, through an assembly talking about what fundraising the school will be doing for the charity.

"Hey, where's James?" y/n asked Michelle. Y/n hadn't seen him at all this morning.

"Ach, Jesus Christ. If I've left him on the bus again my ma's going to go nuts!" Michelle stressed

As Michelle went on a rant, Claire was trying to act out a conversation with y/n. Claire made a vow not to talk for 24 hours to raise money for Children in Need.

"Robot?" y/n guessed. "Malfunctioning Robot?" she turned her head in confusion.

"Are you really not going to speak for twenty-four hours?" Erin asked.

Claire shook her head vigorously. Y/n and Michelle shot each other a look, they had a 5 pound bet placed on whether she would screw it up or not.

"Yeah that's tough, you're better off not breathing," Orla suggested.

The four other girls gave her a look. "Would she be, Orla? Or... would she be dead?" Erin raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's not doing me any harm?" Orla shot back.

"What?"

"Well, I'm not breathing for Children in Need," she explained.

"Wait, so you're telling us that you are... Not breathing... Like right now?" y/n asked.

"Correct," Orla sighed.

Erin rolled her eyes. "Grand, well I'm going down to the hospital to read the sick kids some of my work," she said, delighted with herself.

"Alright, Erin I'm not lying for 24 hours to help the sick wains so you know what I'm about to say is honest. Don't you think they have been through enough?" y/n asked. Erin wouldn't stop shutting up about her novel.

Michelle nodded in agreement. Before Erin had a chance to even give a witty reply, James burst through the the auditorium door.

"Hey, I passed! I passed!" he exclaimed, a big smile plastered on his face.

"Knew you could do it!" Y/n tackled him in a hug, putting her arms around his shoulders and almost knocking him over.

James stumbled but then eventually caught his footing. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around y/n's waist, the grin remained even when she pulled away.

"What are you on about?" Michelle turned to look at her cousin.

"My- my driving test. I passed," he repeated.

"You were doing your driving test?" Erin asked confusedly.

Then, the smile on James' face started to fade. "It's literally all I've been talking about for weeks,". Y/n patted his arm in comfort.

Michelle's rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ, James. There's only so many ways I can say this. We. Don't. Listen. To. You," she said before adding "Except y/n. But that's only because she wants to shag you,"

Y/n lowered her hand, she had told no-one about the crush she was developing on the English boy. How did Michelle find out? This stupid vow of honesty made it hard for her to get out of this situation.

"Wait, you want to shag me?" James turned to look at her. She ignored him.

"What makes you think I want to shag James?" y/n crossed her arms. The other four girls looked at each other in agreement.

"Well you're always the first one to ask me where he is," Michelle said.

"And you actually listen to him rant on about geeky shit," Erin continued.

"Aye, you do stare at him alot too," Orla agreed.

Claire joined in by pointing at y/n, making a love heart, then pointing at James.

Y/n took a deep breath. "What?"

"Ah don't worry. He fancies you too, talks about you in his sleep and all," Michelle cleared up, turning back to face the stage.

"I- I do not talk about y/n while I'm sleeping," James protested, his face turning a bright red.

Damn, now his secret was out. The anxiety leading up to his drivers test kept him awake at night for the past few weeks, thinking of y/n was the only thing that made him doze off. The past 2 months, there was something about y/n l/n that made James' heart beat faster just by talking to her.

"Aye you do and all. The other night I went into your room to... To steal a condom because I snuck Adam O'Shaughnessy into my room and the prick forgot to bring one. You didn't have any either, James. Fucking virgin," Michelle laughed.

Y/n stood her hand over her face, ready for this to be over and James's face burned an even deeper shade of scarlett.

"Anyways what was I saying? Oh yeah, so I went in and there was dicko over here," Michelle pointed at James "all like 'y/n, you're so pretty when you smile'. Ah, let me tell you girls, I almost started pissing myself laughing,"

Y/n lowered her hand from her face and looked up at James, who was looking everyplace but back at her, avoiding eye contact because of the sheer awkwardness. 'That was actually, kinda sweet' she thought.

No more about the topic was said as the assembly started.

[megukins]

Naughty Mischief

𓆩♡𓆪 Katsuki x satan's daughter!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: I wrote this trash a while ago so I'm sorry if it's bad. Also you guys are like 18-19 here and you participate in it too so your bf won't be the only one.

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: You tease the fuck out of you boyfriend during NNN to see how long he can last before he cracks.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: smut, dubcon, mentions of cum, dry humping, marking, masochism, rough sex, public sex

𓆩♡𓆪 words: 1.9k

You knew what you were doing was tormenting him. Which is why you got a kick out of it. You told your boyfriend about the challenge No Nut November where you go a whole month without cumming or masturbating.

You knew it was a lunch break right now, so it was your chance to send a bold message. You run to the bathroom, pull your shirt down a little to show some cleavage and stick your fingers in your mouth back and forth, sending a "I wish this was your fat cock instead." 😩 You shake with anticipation to await the hot head's reaction. Five minutes passed and still no response.

"The fuck is he doing, taking a shit?" You mumble.

You tap your foot impatient, finally receiving a response after around 10 minutes, which read "Wtf, you didn't even give a warning! Two can play at that game"

You roll your eyes which was typical of him since he's so competitive.

You've been sending your boyfriend daring messages all of yesterday through today, knowing the impact it had on him. He avoided making eye contact with you as it would only make it worse. His friends were worried about him trying to ask him what's up.

"What's the matter, Bakugo? I've noticed you've been avoiding Y/N. Did you two get into a fight or something?" Kirishima asks, Kaminari standing over his desk too to see what's up.

"It's none of your fucking business!" He scowled.

"Typical reaction from him..." Kaminari mumbles.

Mr. Aizawa walks into the class with his usual expression and monotonous tone.

"All right, everyone settle down. We'll be having a training course today, so get your hero gear on."

Everyone rushes to get changed.

You take this time to tease him again, which was perfect. Your outfit was quite revealing, almost more revealing than Momo's since your quirk is demonic powers and you're the daughter of satan.

It didn't help the situation at all. All the boys were staring at you, a few either having nose bleeds or blushing red. You always wore a cloak over your hero costume so they had no idea what you truly looked like underneath. The costume accentuates your curves.

"Whoa, I had no idea Y/N was that sexy without her cloak on." Mineta practically drools.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing wearing something revealing like that!?"

He wraps his arms around you to cover your exposed flesh.

"It's part of my hero costume, Katsu. Is that a problem?"

"Hell yeah it's a problem! Take it off!"

"Mm, what happens if I don't?" You place a finger on your chin.

"Then I'll fucking take it off myself!"

"And let everyone see me naked? I thought only you could see me exposed."

"Enough you two." Aizawa speaks up, you two break apart.

He then explains how today would go and what to expect from you all. Everyone had to split up in pairs. It's 5 groups because the number is uneven, Todoroki, and Momo, Deku, Mineta and Uraraka, Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari, Tokoyami, and Shoji, You and Bakugo, Iida, Tooru, and Ojiro, Tsuyu, Jiro, and Mina, and Sato, Aoyama, and Koda.

You two wander off in the woods somewhere, afraid you're lost.

"Uhh, Katsu? Are we lost? We probably should've stayed close by." You say, receiving no answer.

He shoves you up against a tree, pinning your wrists.

"Now we're alone. Listen here you little shit, I'm tired of your bullshit! It's driving me insane!"

He grips your wrists harder.

"Katsuki stop gripping my wrists so hard! The little messages you gave me made me on edge as well!" You confess, biting your lip hard trying your hardest not to look at his muscular figure.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to ya!" He grabs your chin. "This is all your fucking fault. I've had to endure so many hard ons and couldn't relieve myself because of this damn challenge." He spat.

"You don't have to do it if it's too much for you~" You tease.

You narrow your eyes towards his crotch seeing that he has a boner right now. He cups your left asscheek hard, eliciting a moan from you.

"I should punish you for not covering up, letting them see you like this. That damn nerd got a nosebleed and I saw Icyhot staring too. Shit, even Shitty hair had a nosebleed. I bet you enjoyed the attention being on you." He starts.

His large hand cups your other cheek, activating his quirk. You push your head into his chest to muffle your moans. He lifts your head up, pulling on your tail.

"If I were to just pull on your tail-"

"KATSUUU NOT THE TAIL!" You squeal, beating on his chest.

"So that is one of your weak spots." He gives his signature shit eating grin.

He rubs it up and down slowly.

"S-seriously, stop! What if someone catches us!"

"Then I wouldn't give a fuck. The poor fucker would just have a nice show." He says bluntly.

He continues pulling on it, enjoying the face your making.

"Ka-tsu-ki stoppp..."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll make you cum right now so you can lose this stupid challenge. Be ashame if that were to happen. I mean, it is only the sixth day." You say hoping it works.

"I'm not losing that fucking fast, if anything you are!" He retorts.

"How so?"

"Your sex drive is higher than mine! Your fucking horny every single time you look at me!"

"That's so not true at all!" You fold your arms.

"Oh yeah? Then look at me right now. Go ahead, prove me wrong which you can't, you never can."

He puts his hands on his hips waiting impatiently.

"Uhh I can't because um-"

"Because you proved my point! Every time I'm near Shitty hair and the others you tug on my arm so we can go into the bathroom to either make out or so I can eat you out!"

"What about when you want me to blow you hm?"

"It occurs every once in a while! With you, you always expect me to eat you out which ends up messy then they wanna know what the fuck I was doing all this time." He finally finishes.

"It's not my fault you're so damn fine."

You don't dare look him in the eyes knowing it would boost his already huge ego even more.

"That so?" He smirks, cupping your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him.

Your eyes shut tight not wanting to succumb to him.

"Fine you win! Asshole." You mumble the last part.

"Of course I did. I always win no matter what." He flaunts.

"Give me your hand right quick."

He raises his brow but doesn't question and complied anyway. You make him grab your breasts, tweaking your nipples and start to grind against his crotch, moaning.

"Fuck!" He nearly chokes, letting go of your nipples.

"What's the matter, my 'big' explosive king?" You say in a tone trying to sound innocent yet seductive.

"If you wanna make me cum, you gotta try harder than that, babygirl~"

He pins you against a tree again. He bites your neck hard to leave noticeable hickeys so they know you belong to him and only him. He discards his costume, yours following soon after.

"Katsuki..."

You look at him with lust in your eyes, licking your lips. He smashes his lips against yours, the kiss starting out passionate but soon getting sloppier and spicer. You ruffle your hands through his spiky locks, your tongues doing the salsa.

"I can't handle this shit anymore."

He bends you over, slamming his cock slowly into your asshole while pulling onto your tail. You hiss at the new feeling but then gets used to it.

"Wait Katsu, w-we're doing this right now?" You bite your lip trying not to moan.

"You need to learn your fucking lesson. The only way I can do that is by fucking you since your so horny all the time." He explains, speeding up his thrusts.

He flips you around to face him, placing his hands on your shoulders and rams his fat balls inside your pussy.

"A-ahhh~ do it harder..." You practically drool as your masochist natures starts to kick in.

"Tch, fucking masochist."

"Well you're fucking this masochist." You say back smoothly.

He ignores you, adding more force into his ramming. He rams into you at a more animalistic way, your ass, thighs, and boobs jiggling uncontrollably. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head as you felt like you were in heaven.

"Fuckk me faster daddy~" You say desperately, knowing that got him for sure.

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into you if you fucking call me that again."

He rams faster, sweat dripping all down his face and arms. Your tongue hangs out, you end up moaning his name louder and louder for everyone to hear. You felt he was close, as he tries his hardest to hold it in, but ends up failing and pulls out of you quickly, his cum dripping over your tummy. The sight was too much for you to bare, as you cum right after him, both of you all sweaty and panting hard.

"Looks like we both lost." You chuckle.

"I'll win next year for sure!"

"Good luck with that... Let's hurry and put our clothes back on before someone sees us." You rush to put them on, admiring his nude body.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He says, eventually putting his clothes back on.

"I could say the same thing to you earlier." You roll your eyes.

"Damn I probably should've nutted on your ass instead." He cups both cheeks again, squeezing them roughly.

"Leave my ass alone!" You squeal while puffing up your cheeks.

You two were the last ones to return back to the location Aizawa requested.

"What took you guys so long?" He folds his arms, tapping his finger on his arm.

"We got lost and almost got ambushed!" You blurt out.

"Is that why you were screaming earlier?" Bakugo asks, smirking.

"Yes, it was." You glare at him.

"As long as you guys are back then everything is okay." Deku sighs in relief.

"It's not like anything could happen as long as Bakugo is with her." Iida says, relieved nothing happened to you two.

"What exactly were you two doing?" Tsuyu asks, curious.

"N-nothing at all!" You immediately get flustered at the memory.

"Judging by the stuttering I'd say it was something naughty." Mina smirks, nudging your arm.

You walk up to Bakugo whispering something that would get him riled up.

"Next year I'll go above and beyond, this was just childs play." You whisper to him, seeing how it's still November but it's no point since you both lost on the sixth day.

"Then I'll make sure to have you cum the first day!" He says confidently, everyone staring at him weirdly.

You hide your face in your arms from embarrassment.

"I feel like living under a rock for the rest of my life..." You groan trying to erase the embarrassing vibe you're feeling off.

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[dance-to-mythoughts-blog]

HERE WE GO AGAIN: BAKUGO X BLACK FEM! CHUBBY READER

Alright, children. Since it was voted on here you go. Y'all love our spicy Pomeranian man huh? lol.

Warnings: dick in pussy, praise, degrading, facials, squirting, nut swallowing, doggystyle, nipple play, fingering under the table.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO ADULTS.

It was Friday and you were sitting in your apartment. It was peaceful until your roommate, Mina, came home from class.

“Hey Y/N! What are you doing later tonight?” she asked.

“Nothing that I know of hoe, why? Wassup?”

“Well, the boys invited us to go to this party tonight. I didn’t wanna go by myself so I wanted to know if you were down?” She looked at you as if you couldn’t deny her.

“The boys? What boys invited you, sis? And by boys you mean your boyfriend Kiri?”

She looked shocked “He is not my boyfriend… yet. Anyway, hoe, he said they guys are having some kind of dinner party that turns into a party tonight. Figured we could go shopping.”

“Hmmmm… I don’t know. Who all gone be there out of this little circle?”

“Everybody. And that includes explosion boy.”

You can not stand that motherfucker. Since you guys were kids, he was always a thorn in your ass. An itch that just couldn’t be scratched. You and the Bakugo Katsuki had been going at it for years. It came to a point when everyone thought you had feelings for one another and y'all were playing. You both were very competitive. You both took game night to a whole other level.

“Mina...” you said in a warning tone “Why do I wanna go somewhere with that nigga? All he’s going to do is fucking cry and whine and complain about EVERY. FUCKING. THING. You wanna hear him complain for hours about how the chicken didn’t have any seasonings?”

She looked at you because she knew you were right. The friend circle that you guys had, y’all were very close. You guys knew each other like the back of your hand. But it was always funny because everyone knew each other’s buttons. So, from time to time, you guys would push these buttons and get a kick out of shit. So, you thought long and hard about going to this event. You missed your friends, except that blonde-haired loud bastard, and wanted to see them.

“You know what Mina? Fuck it. I’ll go. Let’s go shopping. It’s only 8:30 AM. So, I have plenty of time to get an outfit and do hair, nails, and makeup. What time is the event?”

“Dinner is at 7:30 PM and the party starts at 8:30 PM. But knowing the boys, it probably starts at 9 lol.”

“Fine. Get your shit and let’s go! We’re so taking your car today Mina” Y/N said.

“Why? We always take your car. Since it’s better than mine.”

“Indeed, it is. But you convinced me to go to this shit at the last minute and then you want me to drive us shopping? And I’m assuming you want me to do your nails too? Correct?”

She looked at you with a knowing smirk. “Exactly. The least you can do here is drive us around. We gotta hit our favorite store! They have all the good shit.”

“You know it!” she sang as she grabbed her keys and headed out the door.

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We pulled up at the mall. Surprisingly it was not packed at all. You both hit several stores. The final store that you guys went to was where you found the dress of your dreams. It was a beautiful yellow dress that you bought instantly. You bought a pair of clear heels to go along with it.

“Mina. LOOK!” She turned around and was blinded by the beauty of the yellow dress. Just holding this yellow dress up to your skin complimented you beautifully. You knew you were turning heads at this event and Mina did too.

“Whew. Girl this dress is going to get your eggs scrambled and you broke in half.” She laughed.

You laughed right along with her because you knew it was true. It has been a minute since you had some dick, and you could use a man’s touch. Wouldn’t hurt at all.  “You’re right. I will surely be eaten because I will be looking super good.”

As you guys put your bags in the trunk, Mina’s phone rang. She answered and of course, it was the guys calling to make sure we were still coming. Pretty sure this bitch told them I was coming even tho she didn’t ask me shit. She turned the car on and hooked her phone to CarPlay. Their loud voices blasted through the speakers.

“Are you guys coming or what? We got security and everything and this is gonna be a good time. Did you tell Y/N? Is she gonna come outside today?” Kirishima asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Hey!! Fuck you, Kiri! I don’t abandon you asshole like Sero says.”

“Yes, you do!” Denki says in the background loud enough for you to hear. “Oi..tell her to shut up.” Bakugo says. As soon as you hear his voice you immediately start going off on him. Why not? It’s Bakugo. Fuck him and his sensitive ass.

“Is this Sero or Denki I’m talking to now?”

“Denki. Don’t mind Kacchan, he’s being an asshole. You know his usual self.”

“OI!! Shut it Pikachu. Before you get blasted to hell.”

Mina was so amazed. She is used to the shenanigans by now so she doesn’t give a fuck. She made that clear after the last game night we had.

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Flashback

You guys are sitting in the boys’ shared apartment. This time, in particular, Bakugo was streaming on Twitch. Out of you, Mina, Kiri, Sero, and Denki, Bakugo has the largest amount of followers on Twitch. During the game nights, one person streams while the others are in the party. That’s how that works. When one of you streams, you guys decide who is joining the party for the streaming broadcast. This game night in particular, again, Bakugo was streaming Call Of Duty. He was pretty good at it but not better than you. You streamed too but not as frequently as the others. Bakugo was the party leader, you, Sero, and Kiri joined his party for game night. You guys got Hella dubs(wins). Bakugo was jealous because you got more kills than he did. So that started an argument. You both were very competitive.

“OI. You stole my kill.” Bakugo cried.

“You were playing with your food. And I didn’t steal it. They gave it to you. That was a kill confirmed. You’re welcome assface.”

“Fuck you”

“You wish you could fuck somebody’s daughter. If you could fuck properly maybe you’d still be getting laid” you smirked. Knowing that that would push his fucking buttons. You had heard through the grapevine that he couldn’t satisfy his women. Since all he wanted to do was hook up. That shut his ass up from talking shit to you for the rest of the match for about 5 mins before it started up again. That shit went on for the rest of game night.

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“Dammit Mina. LOL. This nigga thinks I care about him telling me to shut up. Aww. My feelings are hurt. NOT.” You said sarcastically. Everyone took a deep sigh.  “Not this shit again. Can y’all chill the fuck out? Please” Sero asked. By the tone of his voice, he was begging you guys not to do that ghetto ass shit again.

“Fine.” You said defeated. “ I will see y’all tonight. But I’m gonna stop talking and let Mina take back over.” With that, you put your air pods in and listened to the music on your phone. By the time Mina was done with her conversation, you were annoyed that you even agreed to this shit to begin with and the fact that Bakugo just pissed you off. But you decided to get petty. You were gone show up to this event looking good as fuck because he called you ugly a while back.

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When you and Mina got back home, it was around 3:30. You guys immediately went ahead and did your hair and nails. Mina decided on a bone-straight look. You decided that you wanted to do slight curls. You curled your hair, pinned the curls so they would set, and got started on your nails. You’ve already done your feet. You decided to do some Gel-X nails. You settled on an XS (extra short) white French tip to match your white toes. It did not take you long to do your nails. The time became later and later, and it was getting close to when you and Mina needed to get dressed. You took a shower and used some Jasmine-scented body wash. After you get out of the shower, you use your Jasmine-scented body oil, which you put on directly after your shower. Your dress was low cut, so you opted not to wear a bra for the event. You wanted everyone to see these beautiful brown titties of yours. You did your make-up. You opted for the 90s look and something a little more modern as well. With yellow eyeshadow that complemented your smooth silky skin beautifully, natural lash extensions, smelling like you came out of heaven, wearing a beautiful yellow dress that no one wouldn’t be able to resist you in. This dress was bright yellow. So bright that it put the sun to shame with how bright it was. The dress was form-fitting and it hugged you in all the right places. You and Mina finished getting ready around the same time. So, you went to her room to see if she was almost finished.

“Bitch. Are you almost done? Are we driving or are the boys supposed to come and get us?” you asked.

“They said they would. But seems like they might just send Bakugo to come get us.” She took a double take at how damn good you looked. “Fuck you look good girl! Look like a fucking goddess. Yellow dress suits you very well.”

“Why thank you! I love being praised sis” you laughed out loud. Mina was a bad bitch too. That’s why that man Kiri wanted her. We all knew it. “Good shit sis! You look damn good yourself. Ass poking, titties sitting right, smelling good. Kiri Is gonna have to fight to keep these dudes off you sis. Maybe you can get some dick from him since you’ve wanted it for so long.”  Y/N said. Mina looked at you confused.

“What do you mean I want Kiri?”

“Girl, we know you have been feeling for that man so bad. From the looks of it, man got a thing for you too.” Y/N smirked at her.

“So, Bakugo is coming to get us? Is that official or is it just something that was already decided, and no one told me?”

“Yes, Bakugo is our personal chauffeur. We better get our stuff because he will pull up any minute. You know this man is always punctual. Sure enough, here comes this blonde-haired nigga knocking on the door super aggressive. You open the door.

“Cocksucker! Stop banging on the door like you are a psycho.” You slightly yelled.

“Ahh put a sock in it… such a fucking B-“he started but was shook by your beauty. Lord. You looked so damn good. So good that the Bakugo Katsuki couldn’t stop staring at you.

“Like something you see pervert?” you asked smirking at him.

“Nothing at all. Brat. Get your shit and let's go. Come on Raccoon eyes. Move it!”

“don’t call her raccoon eyes you mutt.”

“I will call her what I want. Cunt”

“Ahhh. That’s the problem. You can't get any pussy, so you argue with women, Typical small-dick behavior. Hurry up and drive us to this thing”!

As soon as Bakugo was about to say something smart, here comes Mina.

“Always fucking arguing. Y’all are fucking annoying. Jesus. Let’s go”

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You guys arrive at the restaurant.

“Damn Y/N. you look good as fuck.” Denki told you. And you got approval from all the rest of the guys too. “Mina. You look good as fuck too. Good enough to eat.” Kirishima stated as he was looking Mina up and down.

“Get a fucking room,” Bakugo said with his usual scowl on his face.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a prick, somebody would take yo bitch ass to a room.” You said that completely pissed him off. And you didn’t give one fuck about him being upset. The rest of the friend circle laughed.

“she’s right Bakubro. When was the last time you had some pussy? Cami? Tonya?” Sero asked. Bakugo looked so fucking annoying that he was getting roasted. Damn. He knew it had been a minute and he was sick of your shit.

“You are such a pain in the ass Y/N. You know that? Just goofy as fuck” Bakugo yelled at you. You started to look at him differently because he looked good.

“Fuck You Katsuki. Such a damn crybaby. You have always been a thorn in my side. Always complain. Being a weird bitch.” You spoke. That pushed him over the limit. He decided that he has enough of your shit. As soon as he was about to say something, the waitress greeted everyone, and it was time for everyone to go to the table. As usual, you just got into it with Bakugo and now you have to sit next to him. Mina sat next to Kirishima, Denki, Sero, you, and Bakugo at the end. As the waitress came around and you guys ordered your food, Bakugo decided to be bold and lean over and whisper in your ear.

“You are such a fucking brat. I hate you so much. I mean that shit. Such a fucking thorn in my ass. But I can't lie. You look good as fuck In this dress. What were you thinkin? Oi… I’ll make him jealous? To piss him off? Well, you got it. I’m fucking pissed.  Especially since you said I couldn’t get no pussy.” Bakugo said. He had never spoken to you in this manner, and it had you all hot and bothered. In a good way. You turned to look at him and he was dead ass serious. He looked good and smelt good too. He had a nice jawline, beautiful red eyes, eyebrow piercing, and an undercut that you could see. He smelt like musk and burnt sugar and it smelled so fucking good. Intoxicating if you will.

“Man fuck you. Still a crybaby. You like to be an ass. So, fuck you. Someone’s daughter is staring at you, and it isn’t me”

Bakugo took that as a challenge. Shortly after that, your drinks came and the waitress was going around to take orders. She started with Mina since Mina was sitting at the end. You felt Bakugo’s hand on your knee. But you ignored him. He then slowly decided to massage your knee and slide up to your leg. He inched slower and slower into your panties. He leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“Such a fucking slut. You not even wearing panties. You look good. Let us see if you feel good too.”

Bakugo slides his hand up your dress and started to rub slow circles on your clit. It felt so fucking good but you were still in public and at the dinner table with everyone. Thankfully, no one was paying attention because everyone decided that they were doing their own thing.

“You…are such a fucking cunt. Lord” you whisper yelled. But you couldn’t deny that he had you feeling so fucking good. You couldn’t believe that Bakugo was making you feel good as fuck like this. Like this nigga knows what the fuck he is doing. “But you feel sooo good Katsuki. I mean shit that feels good. Gonna cum if you keep it up.” You moaned but kept it to a whisper that only the both of you could hear. The waitress came back with the drink and started to take food orders. As the waitress was starting to take orders and come around the table, Bakugo decided it would be amazing and he would stick his finger in your pussy. In and out his one finger went and it was so good.

“Fuck you tight as fuck. So wet fa me. We’re in public baby and I hadn't even touched you yet. Fucking needy. Be good and tell her your order because she’s coming.”

And sure enough. She got to you and it was a struggle to talk because it felt good.

“I’ll take the jerk chick with rice and peas, and double cabbage. Thanks” You said in one breath. She understood but everyone at the table was confused and wondered what was up.

“You ok Y/N?” Sero asked.

“Yeah. I’m ok.” Bakugo kept fingering you under the table and then you eventually came. Soon as he finished fingering you, the food came and he decided to lick his one finger that was all cozy in your cunt.

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The dinner party was over and you and Bakugo had ended up riding together because everyone wanted to go their separate ways. As you and Bakugo entered your apartment, Bakugo’s lips were on yours. His kiss was soft and needy. He hugged you and kissed you in all the right places. His kiss became needier and needier, and he grabbed your ass to the point where your cheeks spread open and gave it a nice smack. Who would’ve thought that you would be getting ready to fuck Bakugo? Not Me.

“Katsuki, take this shit off please” you practically begged him. You were so horn that it fucking hurt. He started to undress you and you could not take it anymore. You got down on your knees, pulled his boxers down and his dick sprang out. It was long, thick, and had a pretty little vein that was at the top and his tip, swollen and leaking with precum waiting to be milked.

“Fuck!” you said as you immediately went to heart eyes. You grabbed his dick and shoved it in your mouth going antagonizing slow. You bobbed your head up and down showing major love to the tip. That’s where you focus all of your energy. “Fuck, princess. That feels good” he said as you slurped him up like a slushie. You knew he was getting close because of the way that he was cussing and grinding.

“Fuck Y/N. Imma cum…..Shit” Bakugo groaned and shortly after he nutted in your mouth. You were so happy that you had him nut in your mouth that you decided to swallow. After you swallowed, you went back and sucked the dick some more until he couldn’t take this shit anymore.

“Fuck. I'm gonna ruin you. Fine chocolate ass. Wearing this tight-ass dress for me and only me. Fuck. Bend over this couch now.” He demanded. It was so sexy to see him take charge that it made your pussy even wetter than before. You bent over as he said.

“Fuck.. so wet f’me. Thought u were wet at the restaurant. This is like I put my hand in the water. AMAZING” Bakugo moaned just at touching this pussy. He didn’t even have time to prep you for the dick. He inserted himself and he was slowly inching in. As soon as he was fully in to bottom out, he started to ram into you.

“Fuck kkkaaattsuki…yes that feels so good baby. Keep it going “you moaned at the feeling of his dick plaster away into your pussy.

“you like that? You like when daddy fucks you like a good little slut?”

Fuck yess. I-uh fuck”

“Yeah. You’re doing such a good job f’me. Take this dick baby” he groaned.

“Katsuki.. I’m coming” you screamed. “Fuck yes Daddy it feels so good.”

“Where u want that nut baby?” he asked as he sped up his pace to go insanely jak rabbit.

“I want it on my face baby” you moaned. “Fuck Katsuki, cum on my face day”

“Such a nasty filthy slut for daddy. I'm bout to come on that beautiful face of your brat” He praised. He pulled out and nutted all over your face.

Katsuki looked at you and decided that you were going to be his woman forever and a day. After all, you both knew each other like the back of your hands, and he’d seen you covered all in his nut. What else could you ask for from a spouse?

“I love you. Would you be my girlfriend” he asked. This was the first time you had ever seen him in a soft era.

“Yes” as you went to cuddle next to him and give him a soft kiss on the nose. “ I will be your girlfriend”

Alright guys!/ I hope you liked it. This is what was voted on the last 2 polls so I hope I delivered. Please like and reblog! I think I might do a tag list. comments and let me know if you want to do a tag list.

[beesmygod]

"A GHOST STORY" IS A WEBCOMIC I MAKE THAT I WILL BE RE-POSTING, GRADUALLY.

the top row is from 2013, the bottom row is from the 2018 re-draw. EXCEPT NOW WE'RE IN A PERIOD OF 2019 WHERE THE ART ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING SOMEONE MIGHT WANT TO LOOK AT FOR EXTENDED PERIODS OF TIME!! what a relief. however there is still much to improve and learn always and forever. again, it's a bit of a relief to be able to look back at these pages and be like "damn now if i were doing this, i would change this and this and this and this for these reasons". this (hopefully) demonstrates an ability to not just see that things are wrong but how they could be fixed. which is something i had a harder time recognizing back then (still do, might always!).

in the new pages there's a little more care in the construction of the environments, in the postures of various characters, in the faces. things are still extremely rudimentary and basic and the speech bubbles are still pretty messy...but BETTER than they were.

the second page on the first row is a good example of why i had to start splitting up pages. too much shit on that page! the inconsistently sized gutters are driving me nuts too. im glad i fixed things if only for some consistency while people are flipping through pages now.

one consistent problem in the Before Times is not knowing or understanding the 180 degree rule. maxine and jack change sides arbitrarily based on who is speaking despite the fact that they should be standing still in this moment. the second set of pages are a vast improvement over the first, but still bend (if not outright break) the rule.

i think the black-eyed kid looks worse in the new one though. bummer! sometimes it turns out that amateur art has a certain je ne sai quois that's hard to recapture when re-drawing it.

the writing is much improved too. they were weird in the beginning and not in a good way. my inexperience with affectionate human behavior really shone through in those early pages.

jack's behavior is sort of like a cats. he'll cry and complain if you do something to him he doesn't like but if he really didn't like it, he'd leave. he just likes to complain and have someone hear him

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester- Health Nut

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Sam Winchester

Warnings: Healthy, Physical Health, good eating, improving habits, flirting, kissing, exercise.

Summary: Sam notices that Y/n is having a hard time with her health.

A/n- This is a request; I thank Firefly-graphics for dividers.

WC- 1.1k

Sam W. Master List // Requests Master List // Main Master List

She’s is reading through her phone. Her back up against the headboard of the bed at the motel room. She had been with us for forever, it seemed that meeting us wasn’t accidentally, but regardless of that Y/n is the most comfortable person we’ve been around for years now.

Her brows furrow downward, as she bites her lower lip like she’s getting upset by something she’s reading. Dean and I sit at the wobbly motel table in the small kitchenette. Deans not looking at her not that when she first starting coming and staying around he wasn’t eye fucking her on the daily.

Her face changes again. Sadness wipes over her expression, and then she slams down her phone on the scratchy comforter. She stand quickly snatching her phone and slamming the bathroom door.

Dean looks up and towards the door. “What’s up her ass?” Long ago when Y/n wasn’t responding to Dean's flirting and constant harassment Dean learned to just treat her as a sister. A much younger sister who always had an attitude or issue with something. “I’m not sure De, but she seems pretty upset.” Dean looks over the edge of his computer screen looking at me like I’m a dumbass. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” He rolls his eyes, “why don’t you go figure it out.” He mutters, probably to himself but I follow his orders.

I get up walking towards the motel bathroom door. My footsteps were heavy against the shag carpet. The bathroom door swings open, and Y/n exists her face red. She wipes underneath her eyes and pushes past me. "Y/n, are you alright?" I try to ask as she pushes past me and walks towards the motel's door. Dean hasn't looked up from the computer screen. "Yeah, I'm just fucking fine Sam." Y/n outbursts don't surprise Dean. I stand there shock written across my face. "Give her some space Sammy."

I give her space so much that I don't talk to her until we're on the road back to the bunker. Dean had given me the keys when we started our drive back to the bunker. "Fix whatever is going on with Y/n, I'm gonna get some shut-eye." He mumbled while slapping the keys into my hand. Dean had crawled into the back, stretching out and causing Y/n to come to sit in the passenger seat.

"Y/n, how are you doing?" I ask, I could be talking about anything, I could be referring to the nasty punch she got on the side of her eye, or I could be referring to the way she had acted nearly three days ago. "Yeah, Sammy I'm doing okay." She answered gleaming looking outwards towards the passing trees, and the white strip on the side of the road that I had watched so many times as a kid, a young adult, and even now.

The sound of the road passes on, and that keeps the conversation at bay. That is until Y/n turns and starts up a conversation with me. "Sammy, do you think I need to eat better?" I sincerely don't know how to answer her question. I slowly brake at the next stoplight and wait for traffic. "What do you mean Y/n?" I ask her, trying to gather more information before answering her rather bland question.

"I'm just asking a simple question Sam, do you think I need to lose weight? Because according to the fucking internet and every single link on Google says that for my weight and height that I'm… I'm just too fat." Y/n goes on and on. Her eyes start to tear up and just as I try to touch her hand softly the horn of the car behind goes off.

I hit the gas and get through the now green light. The conversation lulls, and Y/n out of the corner of my eye is fidgeting with her nails and trying to keep the tears are bay. I pull over the side of the road not giving a shit how Dean in the back seat mumbles about something.

"Y/n, look at me will ya." She doesn't like she can't bare to have someone who cares about her look at her. "Sweetheart, please. I think you just need to not worry about what the internet says. You need to worry about how you feel." She starts to look over at me. Her bottom lip was stuck in between teeth. Keeping the tears at bay. "Sammy" She mutters underneath her crushing breathe.

"Sweetheart, I think that you're beautiful and if you want we can start working out, and eating better foods together… if that's what's concerning you." I reach over and grab her sweaty palm. Kissing her knuckles, "Together?" She questions, I nod my head. "Together Y/n."

It takes a few weeks before Y/n is up to the idea fully. After that night Y/n did a shit ton of research. Wanting to know more about food and how when combined with the proper exercise it's absolutely perfect for your body. After two long weeks, Y/n came into the library with a huge binder. Slamming it down on to the table in front of me. "What's this?" I asked as I set down the current book I was reading through. Y/n takes a seat down next to me, "This is a book of receipes and other artcles that talk about good excerises and food comobination you can use." Y/n is beaming. Beaming with excitement and it's such a contrast compared to what I had only just seen a few weeks ago.

"Alright, do you have something you want to start with or can I offer a few things?" I ask, taking the binder ans sliding in front of me, she's right the first twenty pages are just pages of healthy recipes, better food portions and less greasy food like Dean eats. "there's a few pages in the back where you can write down your thoughts." Y/n says as her hands brushes up agasint mine.

Y/n had never been fat, or chubby. She was perfect, perfect just the way she looked. But if she wanted to get into something that I did every morning like a run or some yoga I would love nothing more then helping her along the road.

I write down a few things. Things i had learned from eating 'rabbit food'. "We can do one of these recipes tonight, portiong control is as good as a place to start as any Y/n." I said closing the book after hooking out the recipe. "Okay Sammy," We sat in silence for a few moments, before the sound of my chair scratching the ground echoced through the bunker.

"Sammy, wait…" I turned and looked down at Y/n, She looked happy and sad at the same time. An expression I wasn't too sure about. "I just wanted to… to um say that I was sorry for how I acted on that hunt a few weeks ago… I know that you were just…" "Sweetheart, You don't have to apologize to me. I fully understand, now how about we get to cooking together. Y/n gets up and kisses my cheek. "Okay Sammy."

Completed on: 05/22/2023

Posted on: 05/22/2023

Stanford Tag List: @kazsrm67 @dilfloverr @wonderfulworldofwinchester @band--psycho @ijustlearnedtolove-beep-bop-boop @flamencodiva @stoneyggirl2 @samsgirl93

[anachronistic-falsehood]

oh my godddd dude holy shit fuck okay taking a break from worm reading to send u an ask about william wight because goddamn i need 2 talk abt him. hello!!!!!!! feeling SO unwell about the clarences cape but red thing. awesome.

OKAY U HAVE LIKE. THE MOST PERFECT TIMING IN THE WORLDDD because literally on . tuesday this week my freak week art got a random note out of nowhere and made me start thinking about the villains again and thinking about william wight specifically because i love him a lot. ok. so its always ALWAYS been my assumption that. this is the version of william who mal got his greasy little claws in.

william fell off the cliff and died. the wisps chose him, and he came back. mal, who has been obsessively watching the wisps since clarence's death, sensed them choosing the next whisperer and swooped in before william could even stand back up. hes disoriented, hes scared, everything hurts, hes at a bottom of a cliff and he honestly doesnt even know if hes alive or not anymore, and this stranger walks out of the forest and offers a chance to explain everything. wiwi mystery brain! he knows this is weird but he also knows like.... i dont know whats happening maybe i AM dead and this is just... waht the afterlife is like. so he goes with mal. william wisp the 16 yr old from deadwood is. well. dead. he went missing, nobody ever found his body, his family mourned him.

meanwhile the whole time mallard conway was taking william wight under his wing and training him to be a replacement. mal calls him whisperer, william is in his rebellious teen phase and wants to be called something cooler which is why he named himself Wight (a type of vengeful spirit. specifically one who was once alive and then was brought back from the dead. lol) william is still! technically half alive. so being in the spirit world for extended amounts of time (which is NOT something mortals are supposed to do, planeswalker or not,) kind of broke his brain a little bit? which is why Wight is LIke That.

williams whole thing when he was alive was solving mysteries and chasing down monsters, so that became (and forgive my use of dp fanon here, i have to) his Obsession. (obsession with a capital O because its.. ghost logic. whatever a ghost died doing becomes their core motivation in the afterlife etc etc dp fanon not sorryyyyy) so he has this. uncanny obsession for tracking down monsters when hes out of the spirit world. being separated from the spirit world for any amount of time kind of drives him nuts, hes so used to being around the dead that being around the living for extended periods of time is unsettling. hes super paranoid. he inherits mal's need for total control over a situation, which is why hes so lax about possessing people with the wisps to get them to do what he wants.

perfect that his best friend turns out to be the absolutely diehard loyal guard dog. (side note here i think he also has williams super high pain tolerance from dead nerves so he lets kota gnaw on his arms and shit) . virion is a mystery to him and he LOVES it, he cant figure this guy out, hes like an endlessly fascinating puzzle to crack open. studying him like a lab rat on a dissection table.

i think about him a normal amount. as you can tell.

Mac i am TOO FUCKING DRUNK to peroperly respond to this but oh my god. oh my godddd yehah. the obsession thing???????? Hello??????? putting that in my pocket!!!!!! ohhgh he’s paranoid being around living people he’s a control freak he’s sooo fucjed up <33333333 he absolutely lets kota chew on him like a chew toy <3 and he can’t get a proper read on virion so he’s obsessed w trying to peel back his layers and learn as much as he can!!! throwing ashe into the mix is like. doubly fascinating for him. bc i think villain ashe would b secretive enough about his civilian identity to intrigue william(<<wants to disguise that he could possibly have any connection to wavelength the hero) and wiwi is INVESTED in trying to figure out him and virion!! what r their secrets!!! he NEDSS TO KNOW!!!!!!! to me his vibes r kinda like the weylin twins. u feel me

[zalia]

Stop telling people we're dead...

I wasn't gonna say anything but I keep seeing it in fan spaces for various pieces of media after there's layoffs and it's driving me nuts. I may regret this since social media is where nuance and reading comprehension go to die but....

It's this sentiment people express that boils down to 'Well X person is gone so it's all terrible now/nothing good can be made again'.

The game industry especially fucking sucks right now for people who work in it (unless you're an executive for a big company :) ). It sucks for everyone laid off absolutely! I'm fucking angry and gutted on their behalf. The whole industry needs a massive overhaul. And unionisation. And for executives to be held accountable. This shit has destroyed lives.

It also sucks for everyone who is left behind after layoffs.

You know what makes it suck even worse? Seeing fans and the community of the thing you work on (and it's often something that you, the person working on it, care deeply about too) say that basically nothing you do matters. None of the hard work you put in over the past months or years counts or is any good, and nothing you make again can be any good. Often it comes with the addendum of 'this is because X person is gone'.

And X person is usually just the most publically visible person (and it is not in any way their fault! I'm so fucking angry on behalf of those people too! None of this is their fault). But dear god it fucking hurts to see people acting like everything you've done is worthless.

Trust me, the people left behind are just as, probably more, angry and upset than you. They've lost good coworkers, good teams, often good friends, and are having to pick up everything while worrying for their future job security. All while executives take home fat paycheques and often bonuses because they don't give a fuck as long as line goes up. Like, be angry, be pissed off at the executives and shareholders and fucking Bobby Kotick or whoever because they're garbage. But can we stop talking as though the people staying behind have never and will never again make anything that is good or enjoyable? That they never actually contributed anything to that thing you love?

Most games are not made by a single person. Most of them are a team effort, and losing any part of the team is awful. But it also means that everything you like and that is good about a game was a team effort. And a lot of the people who made the thing you like are still working hard to make the thing the best they can while they're angry and grieving and scared.

Acting like nothing they have done or will do matters or was part of the creativity that you loved just makes that harder. It fucking hurts.

Any script will usually have had multiple people working on it - writers yes, but also editors giving multiple rounds of feedback, people who make the script usable for recording. Someone who books the actors is not any less important than the actors themselves, or the sound editors. A soundtrack needs composers and musicians and sound engineers and they all contribute to the creative product.

I don't think anyone saying this is doing it maliciously, or really even believes it – it's a reaction to shitty circumstances and absolute garbage decisions by people who will always have too much money while doing very little, if any, creative work. It's people voicing their frustration, and I get it! I have said the same thing even when it was me, one of the people left behind, I was disparaging.

But god, every time I see it said my heart sinks, and it gets a bit harder to feel like anything I do is worthwhile.

And because social media is where nuance goes to die - no I'm not saying you have to keep loving/playing the thing! If it killed it for you, if it isn't giving you that spark of joy anymore, then stop! I encourage that! (There's a lot of people I can think of who could really stand to step away from things instead of playing until they burn out and can't distinguish between 'this is not bringing me joy anymore' and 'this is irredeemably bad'). But just... stop talking as if, for a piece of media made by a team, only certain members of that team actually count, and the rest are creatively bankrupt, were not part of the thing you loved, and are incapable of making anything good ever again.

[beaker1636]

M is For Martymachlia - Justin

AN: Here we go, back on track with the alphabet game! So basically martymachlia is a king of being watched, so that is their task at hand. I actually really enjoyed this one so I hope you do too! Again I did this on my phone so some formatting issues may happen, mostly it doesn’t always indent where it’s supposed to which drives me nuts 😫 once I can use my laptop and edit it I will! Enjoy!

“I fucking hate all of you,” Ryan sends in the group message that Chris very wonderfully made to share a video of the Lapdance that he had to give last night. He is nowhere near any of them but finds himself flushing at some of the comments they made in the video.

“No you don’t, and thank you for the laughs. I definitely needed it this morning,” Ricky responds, making Ryan want to throw his phone across the room.

“The real question is what did Ariana think? Did she enjoy it and take advantage of things after you left?” Vinny asks, praying that she just laughed about it because that would be funny to think about.

“Hey Vin, have you gotten laid since your fucking mom caught the two of you?” Ryan responds, knowing he is being a dick but that it’ll get him to shut the fuck up.

“No, no I have not, not that you need to know that. But non like you assholes we don’t have to do shit all the time when we are home… anyways, what is Justin up to?” Vinny responds, trying not to have to remember that memory.

“Yes, and because you have all pissed me off I am being a dick so I wish you luck sir. Have you ever heard of Martymachlia?”

“Uh no?” Justin sends, immediately wondering what the fuck Ryan was up to now.

“It is the kink of having someone watch during the act, kind of like exhibitionism. So you can do whatever the fuck you want but one of us has to be watching it,” Ryan responds, feeling smut at the thought, having a feeling that Vanessa wouldn’t agree.

“Do we get to pick who watches? Or does it have to be you?” Justin responds quickly. “Because if we get to choose it shouldn’t be too bad. I already know who she’d probably agree to watch.”

“It can be whoever I guess, but we have to know who and they must confirm,” Ryan responds.

“Sounds great.”

“Hey Vanny, I think I already know but our task is that we have to do it with someone watching, so who would you be most comfortable with watching?” Justin yells at you from across the room.

“I- I mean I guess it would be Chris because he walked in that one time but I still think it is going to be fucking akward. Do they actually have to be here because I don’t think I can handle that….” you trail off, now suddenly nervous at the thought of what is going to happen, that someone is going to be watching.

“I asked, I was told that it could be just like a video chat feed that we leave going and that they can mute themselves so we don’t hear them. So truthfully it should be easy to get into the mindset that we are alone… even if we aren’t. And we both know that you used to have a big thing for Chris before we even met so it’s not like you’ve never thought of him seeing you or anything.” Justin teases, moving closer to you where you are standing at the stove, working on making dinner, his hands resting on your hips.

“Ugh, please don’t. That was a long time ago, I don’t see him like that anymore and you know it. I mean, I don’t want to lose again. We can try but I can’t promise that I will be able to shut my mind off.” You answer, feeling defeated as you let out a sigh.

“You can say that you think he is attractive, I am not that jealous of a guy. I can accept the fact that you do,” he teases, kissing your cheek with a smirk. “I’ll let them know, when you’re done cooking you should put on something pretty for our viewer.”

“It is going to be an automatic no if you keep this shit up,” you grumble, continuing to cook dinner with a sigh. You are not looking forward to this.

For whatever reason he convinced you of that, and now you are sitting in the room in his favorite lingerie set, watching him set his phone up so that the view was what it needed to be while you completely ignore the fact you can hear him talking to Chris, asking him if the view was fine… and hearing Chris compliment how you look at the same time. Just knowing that he is watching you right now is making you very uncomfortable, wanting to shrink inside of yourself. You never have been very insecure but you are at this moment.

“Don’t over think this Van, he isn’t even here right now. Just focus on me,” he urges you softly, his lips ghosting over your ear before settling on yours. Softly coaxing you into the act, knowing that if he makes you get out of your head that you will enjoy this more.

“I, I can’t,” you mumble against his own lips as he settles over you, laying your back against the mattress as he slowly tries to coax you into the moment. He can feel as your body slowly relaxes as he continues to barely kiss you, his hands ghosting at your sides. Not wanting to push you too much as you first begin.

“That’s it, lose yourself in me baby,” he goads, his lips moving to settle just under your ear before trailing slightly lower and settling on a spot against your neck. One that he knows is sensitive and will hopefully let you relax into him, into this.

He pulls away after he hears you lightly groan, knowing that he finally has gotten you enough that you are relaxed, that you are wanting this more and more now. His lips meeting your own briefly before his tongue still tries to meet your own, glad when you allow him in and when he feels your arms wrap around him, trying to press him into you more and more as he does the same. Pushing his half hard erection against your core, wanting you to feel what you are doing to him right now.

It worked for a moment but then you heard Chris move through the phone and find yourself turning to look at it, Justin notices and pulls you back in or tries to.

“No, stay with me baby, not him,” he reminds you, kissing you again as his hand slides down your torso, lightly toying with the hem of your panties before stopping. Waiting for any indication that you were alright with him moving forward, smiling when you finally nod. Telling him to go ahead with what he wants to do. He quickly slips his shirt off before settling back into where he was, slowly slipping his hand into your panties to lightly stoke against your folds.

“Shit, for someone who is acting so shy you sure are wet. Part of you is enjoying him watching this aren’t you?” He teases, a finger circling your clit before pulling back with a smirk when you whimper slightly.

He knows better than to push you too hard and pulls his hand back, changing his mind and deciding to instead focus on what he knows will really get you in the zone. One of his hands reaching behind your back to lightly unclasp your bra, praying that you are in it enough that you won’t stop him now.

You don’t but you do move to try and cover yourself with your arms when he goes to remove it, him aware that you are unconsciously aware of it still, that you are slightly uncomfortable with this.

“Shh, let him see how beautiful you are, that I can almost make you come undone just from playing with your beautiful chest baby,” he slowly coaxes you to move your arms, to let him find one of your nipples with his fingers as he lightly tweaks it, making it hard under his touch. “That’s it,” he hums with an approving nod.

He then dips down, taking the other one between his lips as he lightly swirls his tongue around it, feeling it harden as he sucks and nips at it, enjoying when he hears you moan slightly, giving in to the pleasure he is bringing you. Finally letting yourself enjoy the moment as he teases you.

When he pulls his lips away he looks up at you, pleased to see that you are watching him closely, anticipating his next move. He slips his hand back down, deciding that you have had enough teasing and deserved a reward. Sliding your panties down your legs he moves to slowly slip two of his fingers inside of you, wanting to tease you. Get you worked up enough that you want more from him, beg him to let you finish while his friend watches.

He finds that this is honestly turning him on more than he expected, knowing that his friend was watching him unravel you, that he is able to make you fall apart just like he can do to his girlfriend.

You whine, bucking your hips up towards him, urging him to do more, to actually give in and give you what you want, no need right now. When he doesn’t you whine, making him meet your eyes with a slight smirk on his face.

“You want more? Want me to make you fall apart while Chris watches? Show him how pretty you are when you cum for me?” He asks, noticing how your eyes move back to the phone where it sets for a moment before you look back at him and give a slight nod, not wanting to say it yourself out loud.

“No, use your words. Tell me, fuck tell him that you want him to see,” he groans, now circling your clit with his thumb, but it isn’t quite enough for you.

“Please Justin, please let me cum,” you ask softly, the best you could muster and he somehow knows this. He gives in and rather harshly thrusts his fingers back inside of you knuckle deep before pulling back and doing it again… and again.

Repeating the action until you are withering on the mattress underneath him, clenching around his fingers and letting him know that you are close. He adds his thumb and starts to circle your clit again, slowly applying more pressure to bring you right to that edge. Watching you closely as you benign to come closer and closer.

“Let go for us baby,” he groans, wanting you to give in. And when you do with a moan, your back arching off the mattress he can’t help but give a satisfied smirk, feeling like he just proved himself in a way making you give in to him despite the fact that you had started so unsure of this.

He slips his boxers off while you slightly come down from the high of the orgasm he just gave you, stroking himself a few times before settling over you, slowly sliding inside of you as you both let out a slight groan. You automatically wrapping your legs around his waist in an effort to pull him in, keep him close to you when he begins thrusting inside of you, slowly at first before getting rougher in his movements.

“Fuck, Justin,” you whimper, relishing in the feeling of him pounding inside of you, bringing you back towards the edge that you were already at. Choosing to roll your hips up to meet his, making you throw your head back from the feeling, him smirking when he realizes where you were going with this, that you made him hit that spot inside of you that always gets you going.

He makes sure he hits it each thrust while bringing a hand between the two of you, starting to play with your clit again, wanting you to cum one more time before he does, and he is definitely getting close. When you begin to clench around him, he increases the pressure on your clit, thrusts slightly harder so that you can’t help it, cumming around him with a moan that he swears is the most erotic thing that he has ever heard before in his life. Causing him to finally let go himself, cumming in thick ropes as he finally hits his own high.

Letting himself calm down some before he leans down and gives you a kiss, gentle as he does. Making sure to tell you that you did great, that he loves you. He can tell that you need that reassurance of everything right now, that you are vulnerable at the moment as reality of what you just did hit you.

He slowly slides out, helping you up so that you can go to the bathroom to clean yourself up while he walks over to his phone so he can end the call… wait, that’s weird. The call said it ended 20 minutes ago, so Chris didn’t really see anything. What the fuck does that mean for the results of this?

He notices that he has a text from the other man so he pulls it up.

“Sorry man, I just couldn’t watch this between the two of you. I stopped it pretty much right away, but I won’t let everyone fail you because it wasn’t your fault.”

When you walk back out you notice that Justin looks confused as he looks at his phone, you wrap your arms around him and place a light kiss on his chest, knowing that if you don’t ask him that he will tell you what is wrong in a second.

“He left right away before we did anything, he didn’t actually watch us,” Justin says, moving to wrap one of his arms around you with a smile.

“Oh thank fucking god,” you murmur before moving to slip into your pajamas, ready for bed. Relieved that you don’t have to actually face Chris again knowing that he and Mia watched the two of you, you had hoped that this would happen and luckily it did.

If you technically lost you really don’t care, you are just glad that it was the case.

[ordinaryschmuck]

I'll give you the same advice my dad did: Don't focus on that so much to the point it drives you crazy. Focus on your life. Your writing. Your family, your job, yourself, the things you enjoy. It'll help keep you from thinking about this craziness. All the insanity of the world will get settled with or without you. Don't go looking up news on stuff like politics or the like. Just focus on you. If something big happens, it'll happen and you'll hear about it. But you don't need to focus on that 24/7. It'll drive you nuts. Plenty of generations before ours had tons of shit going on in their lives (World War 2, Cuban missile Crisis, Cold War, Civil Rights era, etc) but still had to live their lives and focus on them. That's what we have to do too. Try to live and have lives in spite of all the craziness. The worlds will always have problems, war, madness. But focusing on it so much is unhealthy.

I just can't stand knowing that there are people in the world suffering. I'm empathetic in nature, and when I see ALL of this, it breaks my heart. I know I shouldn't focus on it too much, but it's always right there in front of me.