#took way too long to notice her shirt is pants it made me giggle. just chopped up some shorts and went Yeah thats a shirt

[arundolyn]

today i bring you aba stimming. tomorrow? who knows

[jade-jini]

I’m sorry for not posting in like forever but I’m having insane thoughts rn (thanks to the gay writers. I’m looking at you ugar.) about Giselle and her boobs and and -

Giselle who knows you have an oral fixation so always lets you suck on her nipples. Sometimes it’s not even sexual sometimes you just wanna cuddle and sleep with them in your mouth <3 most of the time tho-

It’s supposed to be a way to relax you and it does but 😭 it also can make you go insane and lightheaded because the sensation and taste of her chest in your hands and mouth is just so good UGH. You always make a wet mess on her chest ‘cause you get so needy about them.

“Jesus y/n, Wtf baby?” She says in a scolding tone but not really.

“I’m sorry, they’re too pretty, can’t help it. Can I keep going please?” You just can’t get enough of them, and of course she lets you. Whether you have small or big hands, it doesn’t matter they are BIG and just so perfect.

Giselle who knows she can turn you into her personal little fucktoy, a human-size sex toy as long as she has her boobs in your mouth ‘cause your brain turns into nothing 🤤. She fucks herself on your strap or rides your pussy for hours without you getting tired, having her coming multiple times and of course leaving her chest almost numb ‘cause you didn’t stop giving them attention at all.

For g!p reader listen to me I can’t not talk about this… but fucking her tits broooo. You’re on your desk trying to get some work done and she either noticed you were stressed or simply felt like it because cmon, this woman knows she’s hot and sexy and (I need to write about how much she can turn herself on). Anyways, she gets on her knees in front of you and you’re like ?? But your cock has a mind of its own and it’s already getting hard just by that image. She giggles at how easily she can get you horny and ready. Aeri loves knowing the effect she has on you. So she starts unbuttoning her shirt and surprise! Of course she wasn’t using a bra (imagine using one at home😨). Aeri took your member out of your pants and in her hands to start working on it with her mouth as well until you were painfully hard and wet (which didn’t take too long). Once she thought you were ready, she put your cock in between her tits, and squeezed them together creating a perfect friction.

“Fuck baby…” you sighed as she moved them up and down your length. This was one of your favorite things fr. You wanted to kiss her but she lightly pushed you to your chair.

“Nope.” She simply said with that teasing smirk of hers and she started going faster, your hips matching her speed as you fuck her tits. “Relax, baby. Just focus on making a mess on them yes? Come on them, enjoy the view of your cum on my body.” You ended up doing a complete mess on her chest and face, and Aeri made sure to lick you clean and to collect some of it with her finger and taste it, moaning at the taste that she so much enjoyed, and there you were, hard af again and ready to keep going.

Giselle who lowkey bribes you and makes you do whatever she wants with the promise of letting you suck on her titties nfixncknd from behaving at the mall after spending hours in there when you just wanna go home to running errands for her 😭 (you’d do it either way but the extra motivation ain’t bad-)

Going back to a more fluffy side tho- Giselle who knows when you had a rough day and the only thing you want is to cuddle and watch a movie with her, movie that you never finish ‘cause you pass out in her arms as you suck on her tits and she plays with your hair, making you have the best sleep and dreams with your gf and her perfect body <3.

(A little thing I needed to get outta my system but I’m working on the asks I promise 😭)

[wintersera]

12 — help me out (half written)

as soon as you walk out of class you were met with a shorter girl excitedly waiting with her books in her hands. she was tapping her feet really REALLY fast with a goofy ass grin plastered on her face.

“i thought you were gonna wait outside college? what are you doing outside my class?” you giggled a little, seeing her eyes light up from seeing you in front of her.

oh you thought a little.. she’s kinda cute

“OH? sorry i got a little too excited, i don’t usually have people coming around my house”

“aww that’s okay. but excited to study? i’ve never seen someone so enthusiastic about working on a project before. it’s kinda cute and funny to see how you’re so happy about this”

you noticed something, luckily she was too ecstatic to even realise because she would’ve been severely embarrassed, but by the way she jumped at your comment made your heart pang.

“so your house right?”

“yup! it’s not too far from here so we can walk there”

“perfect, my legs have been hurting from last night… god”

“what did you so last night that made them hurt that much?” tilting her head a little, just like a puppy.

“i ran around my neighbourhood like a lunatic. that wolf needs to be found- like what if it’s cold and lonely? but at the same time i’m thinking it’s good that she escaped, because imagine the mom came after me… thinking about it makes me shiver”

“oh.. ah yeah the wolf”

“you’re not gonna berate me like my friends did right?”

“no no, i find it nice that you took in an animal. seems like you really care about it”

“of course i do! poor puppy was cold and injured- i had to do something”

with that conversation flowing you both drifted out to the exit. minjeong smiling and laughing at your silly little rants about whatever came to your mind at the time.

—

she was right. for some reason her house was really really damn close to the college. the walk was actually really relaxing, you and minjeong just talking like you were old friends who were catching up with eachother until- BOOM you were at her front of her door.

“oh by the way- parents aren’t in so you can relax and do whatever BUT of course, don’t break anything”

“cool i’ll definately make myself comfortable. so… where’s you room jeongie?”

“ah- uh… haha upstairs” you made yourself reaalll comfortable in her house, walking up the stairs with no hesitation after you took of your shoes and then eventually out of minjeongs line of sight. with you outside her visions, she whipped out her phone and quickly opened the bird app.

you wondered why she took so long to come into her room, feeling a little bit perplexed by the rooms location you called out her name- “jeongie help me find your room”

“oh yeah sure. let me just-“ walking up the stairs and guiding you to where her room is “you can sit here and get ready i’ll just be getting some snacks for us”

“SNACKS?”

—

and now you were here, studying at her desk, while she looks over your shoulder with curiosity, stumbling a little while she’s standing.

“soooooo… what have you planned out?”

“eehhh nothing much actually, i’m just outlining this one thing and then we can wing it? i think?? i dont know jeongie.. do you have any ideas?”

…..

“jeongie?” her sudden silence was odd. why did she suddenly go quiet? you questioned if she even fainted, but no she didn’t. she stood there silently. her eyes darting around the rooms, hands clutching her shirt and panting heavily. was she about to have a panic attack- “jeongie are you… okay?”

“yeah… um… i feel r-really really weird and hot right now? i don’t know i feel funny… like really funny” her cheeks were flushed, bright red. she didn’t look like she had the flu so why… was she like this? you placed your palm on her forehead checking the temperature and god was she hot. there were no symptoms of her having the flu previously… strange, you thought.

“mmm… y/n… feels so weird…” she looked at you, like as if she was asking you for something. she had those begging puppy eyes that melted your heart and shattered them into tiny little fragments.

“do you need me to call someone? like a friend of yours or something or maybe even the ambulance?? like are you okay?”

“i- i dont know…” stammering as she tried her absolute best not to look you in the eye “i… i think i’ll be okay i just? i feel strange… it’ll pass…”

“uh… okay just say what you need and i’ll get it for you”

there was a prolonged silence. your mind was dropped into a silent panicked state, what could you do to help her out if she didn’t know what she was feeling? let alone your lack of knowledge of what exactly she was feeling. again, you believed she was having a sudden panic attack. i mean they do come at random occasions so that could be it right?

not even a few seconds pass by and her fingertips played with the collar of your shirt. you were still sat down of course, but with your chair swivelled around to see minjeong.

…what on earth is she doing?

“it’s weird.. i really know it is but… i can’t stop thinking about you right now…. all i can think about is you and i don’t know why”

frozen in confusion and maybe even shock, you had no idea what she was on about. she was kinda acting weird, scratch ‘kinda’, she was weird… yet strangely cute.

“what…? what do you want me to do about that information?”

“…help me out…” her breath shakey as she spoke.

a/n: ARE THEY ABOUT TO FU-

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[hotxcheeto]

hi idk if i already asked this but, a really unexperienced and desperate Ellie smut? like just her being verbally desperate you know? but not really bottom at the same time idk.... (fem reader)

━ 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams  x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, afab reader, oral sex ( r! receiving ), fingering ( r! receiving ), tribbing, lowkey dumbification, very rough sex, ellie's praise kink, reader being used as fucktoy, dom!ellie, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ty for the rq sorry this took so long hon!! i think i got it but if it sucks send something else once my requests open again lmao!

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

The cool night air slipped underneath the crack in the window, Ellie opening earlier claiming 'it was too hot in here' for her to sit comfortably with you.

Laying on your chest with her leg pulled as far up as she could hike it up. Arm wrapped around your waist with her thumb caressing little circles onto your bare hip peeking out from your pulled up shirt and the other tucked up underneath her body.

You were watching some movie she'd found while out a few days before, it worked and was entertaining. Or at least entertaining to you anyway, deep in a trance as your eyes danced along the screen of the TV. Watching closely as a fight scene began between the two characters.

At first you didn't notice it, moving absentmindedly, getting away from the ticklish feeling on your neck.

Then it happened once more, little pecks being placed across your neck. A small breath of laughter catching the girls attention.

"What're you doing?" You asked quietly, turning your head to look down at her. "M'bored." "You've been begging me to watch this, and your bored?" You questioned, a smile making its way onto your lips as you tiredly stared down at her.

But it was then when you felt her hips grind onto the side of your thigh. Seeing her shift around uncomfortably. A small grunt passing her lips while her expression turned frustrated.

"Sorry, I just... I'm like really horny." You snorted, covering your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. "Where the hell did that come from?"

She buried her face in your neck, muttering something as her lower half continued to push against your leg.

"Els? Whatcha' doing?"

You could feel her kissing and nipping at your skin before her head suddenly popped up once more. Nearly bumping yours.

Eyes latching to your lips and then your to your own. "You look so pretty." You could feel yourself burning even if it wasn't evident on your face. "Thanks."

She grinned, leaning in to kiss you deeply. Tasting her on your tongue as she pushed against you, fingers digging into the fat of your hips whilst she grabbed and held you tight.

A small pulse beginning to worsen from between your legs, making you want to spread them. Wanting her to touch you where it was beginning to hurt and ache pleading for her silently.

"El... we're gonna miss the rest of the movie." "It can wait, I can't." You giggled, kissing her once more while she hurriedly moved to your pajama pants, untying the strings with little to no ease. Practically ripping them from the force of trying to untie the knot which seemed impossible to the girl.

It made you laugh, moving to easily untie the strings, her hand wasting not even a second before slipping past the waistband.

"Nothing underneath?" "Mm, I forgot them out here when I showered. Didn't feel like putting them on." You shrugged, earning another kiss as her fingers ran along your wet slit, brushing against your clit making it hurt from how swollen the little bud had gotten.

As she went she gathered your wetness onto the tips of her fingers circling your clit as she went.

Little breathy whines and whispers passing your lips while she watched, enamored with the way your face contorted in pleasure and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Just like that..." You muttered, spreading your legs as far as they'd go with her leaning over you. The girl finding your face much more important than whatever was happening on the tv. "I need more El."

Ellie in a minutes time had snatched your pants off and thrown them behind her, hitting against the TV before falling onto the floor.

"You moron." You giggled, Ellie looking up at you with big desperate eyes. "What do you want me to do?" She then asked, almost worried, pleading with you to give her any sort of instruction to make you feel good.

Your fingers moved under her chin, tilting her head up to look at you with those glazed over eyes staring at you like you were one of a kind and extremely rare.

"Don't think about it, just make me feel good." Ellie moved slowly, like an animal while grabbing your knees and spreading your legs wide giving her a view of your soaking cunt.

"Ellie..." You whined watching her disappear between your legs.

Nothing for a moment before you felt her tongue run along your flit from your hole and up to your clit. Pelvis digging into her face as you squirmed, her grip on your hips never loosening as her tongue messed with your cunt.

"Oh that's good–" She watched your face nearly the entire time, stuck on staring at you. "Use your fingers– please.." Ellie listened carefully, keeping her mouth latched to your clit while taking her two fingers to your hole.

Teasing you, hooked on your reactions like you were her drug and she needed a fix.

Addicted to you.

Dependent on you.

"Please Ellie..." Her fingers slid in with ease, rubbing against your squishy walls, mouth still latched to your pussy. "Does that feel good?" She asked a bit muffled, smiling when you hurriedly nodded hand gripping her hair when her fingers began to slowly move in and out of you.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes fuck– you're doing so fucking good." At that she picked up her pace, back arching off the bed. "Try using another finger El.." She listened, adding a third finger, resting her cheek against your thigh making her face look squished.

"Make me cum, please– just make me cum.."

That sentence seemed like it made something click for her, sloppily sucking on your clit as her fingers pumped in and out of you at an unfathomable pace. Unable to keep up with the way you cried out.

Choking on a few noises but nothing coherent was able to be heard in the room. Nothing but your mutters and wet sounds.

Her hair tightly looped around your fingers so tight it was beginning to cut off your own circulation but you barely even noticed.

"S'good– don't stop m'kay?" She didn't even glance up at you, so obsessed with playing with your pussy and feeling you clench around her fingers. Sucking her in with every movement, like you were made for her to fuck and to please.

She never wanted to let you go.

"Oh Ellie!" You felt her grazing your g-spot, rubbing against it so perfectly, a loud squelching sound filling the room along with your rhythmic moans and all Ellie could think about was how pretty you looked all sweaty and pleading for her.

How pretty your pussy was and how it squeezed her in and seemed like it didn't want her to leave. Sucking her back in with ease making her fingers disappear and you to cry.

And she wouldn't of minded stay there forever either.

"M'close–" She nearly forgot what she was doing, eyes snapping back to yours. Your stomach gaining butterflies as got closer, toes clenching and hips rutting against her face desperate for your release. "Yeah?" You nodded all but screaming when slammed her fingers back and forth faster than before.

Your smaller hand wrapping around her wrist, squeezing her so tight it almost burned as she continued her merciless pace.

Ellie just couldn't stop watching you, it was mesmerizing.

"M'gonna cummm–" Your mind had gone fuzzy, in a haze as you came around her fingers, juices dripping off her hand and onto the bed not that either of you cared much. Legs tightly enclosing on her, the squelching sound only amplifying as you came. Blabbering out nonsense when her fingers began to slow.

"You did s'good..." You praised, legs falling shut once she finally pulled out of you. Remnants of you on her face that she licked away.

"I'm not done yet." "Need some help?" She shook her head muttering a quiet 'no' while beginning to take her own clothes off.

You laid there, watching how she stripped from her shirt with nothing underneath, then her pants and boxers. Throwing them anywhere and everywhere, leaning down to kiss you hungrily.

Her hands began gripping the ends of your shirt, pulling it impatiently before you raised your arms allowing her to take it off. Eyes landing on your exposed chest.

"What? Enjoying the view?" You chuckled, looking over her own body, letting your fingers run over her muscular shoulders tickling her freckled skin.

You didn't get another word out when she hiked your leg up, knowing what she wanted and what she couldn't ask for.

"Here." You moved her leg tapping hers to get her to swing it over your body. "Someone's impatient." You smiled. "I want you." She said quietly, trying her best to position her hips over yours but it was clear she hadn't done it before.

"Easy.." You guided her over you, kissing her as you pushed her hips down allowing her clit to brush against yours. "Oh.." She whispered, her lips making an 'o' while her eyes struggled to keep her eyes open and on your own.

"Oh shit..." You whispered, wrapping your arms around her hips, nails digging into her back as she began to pick it up, sucking and biting on your neck and jaw.

"You feel so good, you're so wet– She said a few other things under her breath, rutting against you, hand petting back your baby hairs that stuck to your sweaty forehead. "–you look s'pretty and feel so fucking good y/n/n."

Her clit glided along your own sending sparks up your body, loud moans humming from your lips. Your entire body moving as she humped you like some object made for her fucking.

She sat up, gripping onto you so tightly it hurt, fucking against you to the point that your head was being pushed deep into yours and her pillows.

Ellie barely seen you, hearing your moans and cries for her to slow down, but not to stop. Blindly focused on cumming while you were so close, feeling your belly grow tighter and tighter.

"El–Ellie–e–m–gonna cumm–" But it fell on deaf ears, her eyes focused on the way your tears dripped down your cheeks and your lip quivered, legs shaking as your clit was grazed again and again becoming bruised and sore.

"I can't!" "Cum Y/n–" She breathed, leaning down to kiss you roughly, biting your lips as she pulled away. You could feel your cum run along your ass and thighs, squirting onto her and dripping down your body as your orgasm flooded over you.

"I–fuuc–k–" Your jaw hung wide open, Ellie continuing to hump you, helping you draw out the way you moaned as you came.

Squirming but her grip didn't let up, keeping you in place as she finished, a mix of her and you soaking the sheets.

"Stop– too mu–uh–ch–" You started pushing her away, Ellie finally coming to her senses, hips coming to a stuttering stop. Hearing your small pants from below her, looking down at your sweaty face and teary glazed eyes.

"Sorry we missed the movie." "S'okay."

A/n: mcdonalds caramel coffee

[remusslove]

Hii!!

Can you write a dom reader x sub regulus and they are at a party and dance then they take it upstairs to her dorm and regulus is trying to be the dominant one but she calls him "baby boy" or "darling" and he just melts and fully submits to her and she takes care of him, and then she teases him about it at the end and he is all blushy?? She gives him aftercare and he's just in love with her?? Plus mommy kink pls

SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH AND THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU WILL WRITE THIS

He groaned into the kiss as you bit on his bottom lip. The kiss was passionate and rough as you both fought for dominance. You knew you were going to win the second he came up to you while you were dancing. His curls hiding his doe eyes as he blushed crimson watching you enjoy the party music.

He took a deep breath through his nose as your lips were still attached to his. He struggled trying to lift your shirt up making you giggle just a bit. “You need some help darling?” You asked teasingly but to his sub dropping brain it sounded almost sincere.

He whined with a nod making you chuckle and discard yours and his shirt. Your hands made their way up to his nipples pinching them slightly. He melted into your arms with a whimper making you smirk.

“Thought you wanted to be on top baby?” You mockingly teased him. He mewled at the painful pleasure from you toying with him. “Please” he whispered. “Knew you’d break eventually bubba, please what?” You maneuvered your guys’s position to where your on top. “Please mommy” he answered immediately un shamefully pleading for you to touch

Your hands unbuttoned his shirt and slowly took off his pants. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It was gonna be a long night.

~~~~

“That was a lot huh bubba?” You asked softly. He nodded as his hazy eyes connected with yours. “Let’s get you ready for a bath” his hands that were gripping the sheets minutes ago relaxed under your touch as you lifted him up gently.

Using a wet wipe you cleaned him up, not wanting him to feel sticky until the bath. You left the room for a just a minute but to the subby boy in your bed it felt like half an hour. “It’s filling up, do you wanna lay down until then?” He nodded at your question sinking down back into the sheets and covering his body with the silky blanket.

You smiled doing the same and now he’s laying on top of you almost like a cat. “Can you come back to me darling?” The words come back wanted to make him tear up. To him he just wanted to lay down in bed forever and be your good boy, but to you, you didn’t want him still in sub space once you both leave the room eventually.

After a long warm bath you noticed his eyes less glossy and he didn’t have a pout. “There’s my boy” you washed his body and occasionally putting a cup of water on his face to make him giggle. Once you both were cleaned up you gave him your baggiest clothes, cooing at him once he was all dressed up. You combed through his hair as he relaxed against your chest like he’s been doing ever since you both woke up this morning.

[yellowocaballero]

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint: YJH Commits the Improbable and Reads a Webnovel

Don’t be weird. Don’t be weird about this, Dokja. I hurriedly went back to the novel myself, reading it next to him. Reading a novel next to somebody…that was like reading it together, wasn’t it? 

It wasn’t together. But it wasn’t separate. It was a strange and obscure connection, one where you said nothing but were linked by a shared experience. It meant something when two people experienced the same thing. Especially this.

Somebody else experiencing this…it was like they were experiencing me. Why had he sat down next to me? Why had he stared? Why did he talk to a stranger like this, ask questions so intently? Why would he go so far as to ask about the book, read it beside me? Did he like it?

With a strange and obscure wonder, the man said, “This isn’t even good.”

Well. That was a natural reaction.

When I'm trying harder than usual to nail a difficult character then I write a lot of side shit in order to try and lock them down. Obviously everybody in ORV is hard as fuck to write, so I decided to write a quick scene as a character study for KDJ & YJH to try and nail their voices. I think this was written right after the divorce arc.

Super short 3k encounter under the cut.

I noticed the man sitting down next to me immediately, but it took far longer to notice he was staring at me. He hadn’t even turned on the computer - he just stared at me, completely shamelessly. It was another few minutes before I finally worked up the courage to fully turn my head to look at him. 

I had noticed from the corner of my eye, but he was an unrealistically attractive man. The punk black shirt, canvas pants, and dangerous black boots suited him well. It made me want to forgive him for staring at me. I didn’t quite forgive him. 

“Is there something you need help with?”

Maybe he had seen me here several times and mistook me for a library expert. I was, in a few ways. Mostly not. You’d think that guys who spent as much time as I did at the library would be some sort of well-read genius. I just read webnovels on the computer. It was my ideal location, since there was a computer and it wasn’t home. My webnovel and isolation was all I asked for. I didn't know who I was asking, but there had to be somebody.

The man somehow hadn’t anticipated the question. He wasn’t big on blinking or moving, which wasn’t a great trait in creepy library men. He took a long few seconds before answering. It wasn’t a tremendously difficult question. I knew it: the more attractive a man was, the stupider he became. Maybe that explained myself?

“What are you reading?” 

Question with a question. The man had a deep, bassy voice, but there was an awkward wobble to it. I hurriedly switched tabs to a news site. “Nothing.”

“You seemed intent.”

“Why would you notice that?” I asked flatly. I could play this game too. “And why were you staring?”

“I wanted to know what you were reading.”

He didn’t seem that curious. Maybe the question was a nicety, meant to open me up towards selling me sharp knives or something, but anybody who would say a nicety like that wouldn’t stare at me for ten minutes first. 

“Just a webnovel.” I knew I sounded defensive, but you could only hear the exact same thing for so long. “Fantasy. It’s not fanfic or anything.” I paused a second. “I don’t know what fanfic is. By the way.”

The man’s eyes skittered away, the nervousness blooming. He stared at my suddenly banal computer screen instead, as if I was stupid enough to show my cards and flip back to Ways of Survival. “What’s it about?” 

I couldn’t help but perk up a little. Was he seriously interested in that? This was beyond bizarre small talk. Better keep the explanation to two sentences. Play it cool, Dokja.

When was the last time somebody had actually asked what it was about? That girl in high school, maybe. When she was pretending to ask me out to get a giggle out of her friends. That reverse counted. 

“It’s a post-apoc regressor fantasy,” I said. Really cool. Wait. This guy was way too attractive to be a nerd. “Oh, a regressor’s a genre. It’s when the main character goes back in -”

“I know what a regressor is,” the man said tersely.

So he was a nerd? That seemed improbable. Attractive people didn’t have to become nerds, and nobody was a nerd voluntarily. “Sorry. Yeah, but it’s about a regressor who has to save the world from gods and demons. And a lot of other stuff. It’s mostly action. For a male audience.”

The man looked a little pained. Crap. I failed. C- in social interaction, Dokja. “Audience, huh.”

I stared at him blankly. “All stories are for an audience.”

“What about a story nobody reads?”

“So can I help you, or…?”

“Can’t a story be just for you?” The man suddenly seemed a little urgent, as if this conversation had tilted into an area that actually mattered. I thought I was the only one… “What about a story that you tell to yourself?”

I stopped and thought about it. I had thought about the topic before - a Dokja found it hard not to - but the thoughts usually walked a tired track of self-pity. But the man spoke sincerely, and some topics deserved a serious answer. The man waited for me to talk with growing impatience. Pushy. 

I decided to give the answer I had when his eyebrow started ticking. “People tell themselves their own stories when they’re trying to create an ending they want. As if framing your life as a romance means you’ll get married at the end. Life doesn’t really work that way, though…”

The man leaned forward a little, his urgency only growing. “What if it did?”

“That’s a hypothetical,” I said. “So it’s fictional. You just made fiction out of making fact out of fiction. That’s fiction at the end of the day.”

“If fiction was real, would it become reality?”

It was a question that was both very banal and very odd. “That only happens in isekais.” The man stared at me blankly. How did you know about regressors and not isekais? “You know. Americans call them portal fantasies. It’s a popular genre, there’s all kinds. Regressors, Returnees, and Reincarnators.” A little awkwardly, I added, “That’s, like, genre canon. See, my novel explains it.”

I opened up the webnovel tab, navigating instantly towards the line I was thinking of. It was pretty early in the book, while Yoo Junghyeok explained to Lee Jihye and Kim Namwoon that he was a regressor. As usual, the narration had to step in to explain the basics of the worldbuilding. It was always nostalgic to read the beginning of the novel: back when the worldbuilding wasn’t insanely convoluted. 

“ ‘In the cruel star stream, there are only three ways to survive’”, I read out loud, before something occurred to me. “Oh, the star stream is kind of like an evil apocalyptic Twitch stream. Gods and demons watch scenarios - that’s a sort of game where a bunch of people die - and then they watch people die, it’s a gory -”

“Like a Twitch stream,” the man said tightly. This guy was a huge fan of repeating what I said. 

I just shrugged. “It’s a metaphor. The novel’s about the entertainment industry and exploitation of -” the man’s face was becoming increasingly stormy, so I went back to the novel. “Right, here: ‘In the cruel star stream, there are only three ways to survive: bear regression, change into a returnee, or accept reincarnation. These are the strongest people. In this new and dying world, the weak will not survive.’” I looked back at the man, almost forgetting the casual act. “Cool, right? There’s lots of isekai elements - I guess you could say that there’s a sophisticated nature to it sometimes, this metatextual aspect? - but the story itself doesn’t really hit those isekai beats. MCs are meant to be relatable everymen, but you can’t really call Yoo Joonghyuk relatable. Oh, that’s the MC. He’s really morally gray, it’s that kind of story. He’s the kind of hero who always does his best but who’s constantly fucking up. He’s, like, on his 945th regression. Not great at the -”

“945th?” the man asked. If he was strangled before he was dying of asphyxiation now. 

I got it. “He’s a sunfish,” I said sympathetically. The man seemed like he was in too much pain to understand the reference. “That means he’s super easy to kill. But that’s mostly at first. He gets super badass later. One time he decapitated four -”

“This is funny to you, isn’t it?”

I stopped short. I couldn’t read the man’s face at all, but I felt very judged. And a little like I had disappointed him. “It’s not exactly a comedy,” I said awkwardly. “It’s just cool. It’s fun.”

“You didn’t look like you were having fun while you were reading it.”

Damn. Caught. I looked away, rubbing at the back of my neck. “Uh…yeah, I’d read that section, like, five times. It’s just comforting, I suppose.” For some demented reason, I felt the need to add, “You read it in class and you can pretend Yoo Joonghyuk would beat up your bullies for you. Or that he’d stand up for you against your - that kind of thing. He’s a hero. It’s not about watching the hero suffer. It’s about cheering for him when he wins. Um, I shouldn’t admit this, should I?”

But he didn’t look like he thought I was cringe. The man spoke quickly, as if he needed me to know before anything else. “He used to threaten his sister’s bullies. That’s the sort of thing he does. Did. As a child.” He paused a beat. “It’s why he started working out. They weren’t very intimidated. Or so it seems.”

I nodded eagerly, suddenly excited beyond measure. “That’s totally him! He just hides it behind that cool murder guy exterior. You really get it. You know, maybe you’d like - uh, nobody likes it, but it’s oddly compelling -”

“Sure,” the man said. I quietly exploded. “Pull it up on the computer.”

And for the very first time in my entire life, I sat next to somebody as they read Ways of Survival. I was practically vibrating. I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at his face, trying to suss out if he was enjoying it or not. He had skipped forward a few chapters, so maybe he wasn’t that interested - but he looked so intense - but he always seemed a little intense - another human being on this Earth was reading Ways of Survival! Was this a dream? I didn’t want to wake up. 

Don’t be weird. Don’t be weird about this, Dokja. I hurriedly went back to the novel myself, reading it next to him. Reading a novel next to somebody…that was like reading it together, wasn’t it? 

It wasn’t together. But it wasn’t separate. It was a strange and obscure connection, one where you said nothing but were linked by a shared experience. It meant something when two people experienced the same thing. Especially this.

Somebody else experiencing this…it was like they were experiencing me. Why had he sat down next to me? Why had he stared? Why did he talk to a stranger like this, ask questions so intently? Why would he go so far as to ask about the book, read it beside me? Did he like it?

With a strange and obscure wonder, the man said, “This isn’t even good.”

Well. That was a natural reaction. I wasn’t offended. 

“I don’t like to call stories good or bad,” I said philosophically. “Every story has something for everybody. Ways of Survival is a great story if you love it enough.”

“It could have at least been good.” The man leaned back, exhaling like he had run a marathon. “All of this…and it couldn’t even be good?”

This was basically expected. “The characterization is good,” I offered weakly. 

“Of course the people are good,” the man said irritably, as if this was a foregone conclusion. “But the book itself is embarrassing. The writing is awkward and choppy. The plotlines seem rushed and convoluted. And the regressor is completely unsympathetic.”

“Are you kidding? How can you be unsympathetic to a man with so much inner pain?” I had to roll up for my bias. If Yoo Joonghyuk had a million fans I was one of them, if he had one fan then the fan was me - he did literally have one, and it was literally me. “If I’d seen my loved ones die a million times I’d act cold too. He just loves people too much, so he pushes them away. It’s really deep. And he’s cool.”

The man looked away from the monitor, eyes flaring, and I had to fight the urge to retreat against that intense look. “How can you love a book that’s so faulty?”

All I could do was shrug awkwardly. “It’s pretty easy when it’s all you have.”

“There’s other books.”

“None of them are mine.”

The man’s eyes narrowed a little, his face tightening. “It’s a public book. What makes it yours?”

“I’m the only person who reads it.” This person was getting a little intense. It should have been awkward and uncomfortable - and it definitely was - but somehow I could only care about the fact that he wanted to read my book. It didn’t even matter that he didn’t like it. That had never happened before. “I suppose it’s the author’s too. But a book belongs to the audience, you know. The author can have every intention they want, but the people who read it decide what the book really is. No offense to the author or anything.”

“What if the book doesn’t have an audience?” 

Nobody had ever looked at me like this man looked at me. He was looking straight through me, as if I wasn’t even there - but he was looking at me as if there was nobody else in the world. It wasn’t comfortable. But it wasn’t uncomfortable either. Maybe that was just the nature of true things. 

“That’s a little sad, isn’t it?” I asked. “Every book deserves a reader.”

“Could be a crap book.”

“Is a reader not allowed to enjoy a crap book?”

“What about a crap person?” the man asked urgently. “Does a crap person deserve a reader?”

“I don’t know.” I could only shrug a little helplessly. I wish I wasn’t so helpless. This man was clearly looking for a certain answer, but I couldn’t parse it out. “It’s not about deserve. People are allowed to love crap people. Readers are allowed to like crap books. It’s not so different, I think…”

“It’s bad taste, though.”

“Isn’t that somebody’s own choice?”

The man was silent.

The air had grown awkward. I went back to the novel, abandoning the man to stare blankly at his own computer screen. I didn’t know why my own personality and a webnovel gave him so much to process, but Ways of Survival incited a lot of deep thoughts about the universe and the nature of humanity in me too.

I was on chapter 1,452 before the man finally stood up. He carefully pushed in his chair, reaching to straighten a nonexistent collar before letting his hand fall. 

“Thank you,” the man said. “This helped.”

He seemed sincere, and earnest sincerity was something one ought to accept. “You’re welcome. I don’t really know why, though.”

“Let’s say I needed closure on some things. The turnaround was worth it.” He glanced upwards, as if he was speaking to God. “But I’m not thanking anybody.” 

“If somebody does you a favor it’s polite to say thanks.”

“I would strangle that bastard before I thank him.” Bizarre sentence, but the man paused for a second anyway. “I Googled the top pro gamer in South Korea.”

I was caught off-guard by the subject change. “I don’t keep up with esports?”

“I didn’t recognize the name.”

“Neither…would I?”

“It was a relief.”

The man turned off the computer and stood up, as if the non-sequitur was the final and most important thing to say. I was still stuck on what esports had to do with anything. 

Wait. Something finally occurred to me. “You never said your name.”

The corner of the man’s lips twitched upwards. “Kim Dokja.”

“That’s not funny.” It was actually pretty creepy. How long had this guy been staring at me? “Hey, how do you know my name?”

“I know everything about you,” the man panned. “All of your secret fears in the dark. All of your love and hatred. I know you, therefore we are comrades.”

I stared at him blankly. “But I don’t know you at all.”

“That’s another story.” The man stuck his hands in his pockets, easily turning and walking away. “Until next time.”

Until next - “Hey! What does that even mean!”

But the man ignored me, and when he turned a corner and disappeared out of sight he may as well not have existed. I was left alone in that library, abruptly alone and lonely. In a lifetime of isolation I had never felt so abandoned. 

Desperately, insanely, I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled as I could. “Come back! Nobody ever sees the mysterious stranger again!”

I wanted to see him again. I wanted more questions, more answers. I couldn’t allow this man to be a flash in a pan, a blinking light in the night before all grew dark. 

I wanted him to be a different sort of mysterious stranger - a friend you hadn’t met yet. One that kept his distance and could never come nearer until he eliminated all threats to his life. Some romantic stalker that loved me from afar. Even foreshadowing or a Chekov’s gun, a story where every element has its own meaning - one where strangers always reunited, and nobody disappeared forever.

If I wanted that story badly enough, would it happen? I was just Kim Dokja, a reader who would never write his own story by sheer nature. I had always been content with that. But in that moment, for the very first time, I wanted to create the story. 

No - I wanted to create the narrative. But that wasn’t achievable outside of fiction. Not for somebody powerless like me. The loser only grew powerful in fiction. Real life didn’t work like that. You had to have power to become powerful. Only powerful people wrote their own stories. And somebody like me could only become powerful in a shitty isekai. 

For a long time thereafter I wondered if I regretted that wish or not. Something as simple as regret ought to be easy to determine. But regret was one of those insidious little things, a sour thread that ran through every happy moment and curled around the sad ones. An emotion that stayed present in happy or sad circumstances, when you failed to obtain something you wanted or when you were never satisfied with what you had. 

But Yoo Joonghyuk had always made a pretty shitty mysterious stranger.

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Can you write something for Lyle he is so cute and the way you write is just a turn on I can't!!! I need more content with him. You can write like the reader is also a recom and she steals Lyle's clothes and his sunglasses parodying him and pretending that she is the right hand of the colonel and when he sees her in this guise, it excites him and he cannot be contained and in the end it turns out some kind of smut

Thanks in advance if you notice this!

Eeee cute!

Recom!lyle x human fem!reader

Not smut but suggestive, may do a part two with smut tho :3

He didn't mean to leave you like this. It was just that his job took priority and it wasn't like you didn't know what you were getting into. The first few weeks he'd be gone most of the day but you were working too, no worries there. Then he'd be sent off to other bases sometimes for weeks!

You'd keep yourself busy with work and your friends. Honestly most days were fine but today was hard and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in your boyfriends arms.

For a moment you'd forgotten. Lost in exhaustion you'd called out for him weakly as you'd flopped onto the shared bed. Then when you heard nothing but your own breathing you'd remembered.

An unexpected hitch in your breathing shocked you and before you groaned into a pillow. It was silly, you knew that, to get so upset about his absence. Still you wished for some level of the comfort you got from him.

You took deep breathes into the fabric and found your heart settling. It was odd how swiftly your mood seemed to change until you noticed which side of the bed you were on. This was his pillow, his smell!

If you weren't alone you'd likely have felt some kind of embarrassment about your next actions. Jumping out of bed and rushing to the wardrobe and flinging it open. The doors bounced loudly against the wall from the force but you didn't cringe at the noise.

Instead your focus was on Lyle's clothes. Uniform, cargo pants, gym gear and to your utter delight, an over sized sleep shirt. You grabbed the clothing and bundled your face against it. You'd scolded him before for rehanging once worn shirts like this but right now you couldn't be happier for it.

In a giddy rush you slipped your own work clothes off and let the soft fabric wrap around you. In your mind you imagined it was him, his warm chest you'd find yourself draped across each morning. The large shirt hung from your frame and you couldn't help but wonder how silly it must look.

Crossing to the mirror you were met with the humorous sight. Of course it was large on him so on you it was just comical. Dangling low on your shoulders and falling to your thighs. Your laugh broke the silence in the room.

You caught the glint of his sunglasses. A spare pair just tossed on the bedside table. Quickly you scooped them up and slipped them on. The look was complete and you laughed again in the empty space.

"Oorah! I'm corporal Wainfleet." You said in as close an approximation of his voice as you could muster. It was a terrible impression but it made you giggle. You held your fingers out in a fake gun before a sharp bark of laughter made you spin.

Lyle stood in the door frame, bag dropped on the floor and a goofy grin spreading across his face. You felt a flush of heat in your cheeks moving to remove his glasses. He was across the room in a second, catching your wrist in his long fingers.

"No no. Those stay on too." He smirked. His fingers loosened around your wrist before tracing down your arm. He tugged the collar of his shirt.

"You miss me that much huh?" He purred. You looked to the floor but his fingers took your chin tilting your gaze back to him. "Missed you too."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You whined throwing your arms around his neck and tugging him in deeper. He chuckled lightly but his kiss was deepening each moment. Every second locked in this embrace becoming more fervent, more demanding. You felt heat pooling in your core. A clawing need to be closer, to have more.

His hand roamed down your form, caressing, squeezing before he broke away. You chased after him but his hands returned to your face, cupping your cheeks.

He stared down at you a moment before lifting his sunglasses up to rest in your hair line. He stared half lidded down in your eyes for a moment longer. You shifted on your feet, squeezing your legs together for the friction you craved. It didn't go unnoticed.

Squeaking you were pulled into the air and slung across a firm shoulder. Lyle's hand came up to massage your ass as he crossed to the bed. He tossed you down onto the plush surface and you huffed frowning up at him as he crawled over you.

"Can I tell you how hot you look right now?" He smirked leaning into press your lips together again.

"Of course you'd think so, self obsessed much..." You joked against his lips. He tipped lower laughing against your neck before nipping his way to your collar. His hand roamed up your leg pulling your knee. You locked your legs around him as he rocked gentle against your hips.

"How about I go fuck myself then" He purred.

[eufezco]

❝ 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. 𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. ❞

gif credits @stevesnailbat

"It's gotta be me. No complaints, all right?" Wait, who agreed to this? No one was going to say anything? You looked at Eddie, Nancy, and Robin in disbelief, you four were going to sit in the boat and let Steve go down there? Steve said no complaints but you really felt like complaining right now. "There has to be another way of-"

"There isn't." Steve took his shoes off.

"Okay, then I'm going down with you."

"Yeah, that's definitely not happening." Steve stood up and took his shirt off. Your cheeks got warm as you looked at his naked torso. Robin noticed and a playful smirk appeared on her face. You looked away, trying to not make so obvious the way Steve made you feel but at this point everybody knew except from him. Eddie giggled.

"Come on, just wait until we figure something else out. Dustin has to have a plan B."

"Actually I don't." The boy talked through the walkie-talkie. You should have stepped on it. Steve looked at you, his eyebrows raised as he laced his pants tighter around his waist, waiting for you to realize that this was the only thing you had, and someone had to go down there and find the gate. But why him? You gulped, breaking the eye contact with him letting Steve know that you finally understood. In reality, you didn't, and you felt like you were the only one noticing how dangerous this was. Steve knew too, but he won't let you nor any of the others do it, much less you follow him to literal hell.

"Steve." He was ready to jump into the water but then he heard your sweet voice calling him. Your tone was different now, it was compassionate, not bitter anymore, which made him involuntarily relax his body. Steve turned to look at you, waiting for what you had to say with a tender look in his eyes. As if he was ready to die and he was happy that you were the last thing he was going to see and hear. You stood up, making the boat sway. You placed your hands on his cheeks and kissed his lips. The kiss wasn't long enough to make the others feel uncomfortable but it had been long enough for Steve to correspond to your lips. "Please, come back." You murmured, practically begging for him to return. Steve's face lighted up after the kiss, he nodded.

[jinlias]

kinktober day 21 - filming a sex tape w nayeon

“hurry uppp” noticing the light change from red to green, you sigh. “please”

“i’m on my way babe, i promise”

“you’re not quick enough” you can basically feel her pout over the phone “and i’m getting desperate”

“awe” you press your foot on the brakes at the next red light. “poor little bunny, miss me?”

“yes” nayeon whimpers again “the bed is cold, and im so wet.”

“i’m just around the corner bun” and you were, literally putting the car in park as you took your belongings and almost raced up the stairs. “hi pretty”

nayeon almost bounces up and out of the bed, but the sight almost made you want to stand there and watch, one of her favorite t-shirts, one that was way too tight (at her convenience) and sat right above her belly button, where her pink, lace panties started. the sight of her, so dramatically laying with her ass facing the door, her straight hair falling beautifully down her back, god did you love it.

“hi” she whispers against your lips, bunny teeth on display as she smiles against them.

a few more pecks are shared before your arms wrap around her and squeeze her body all over, its then you notice the tall, black pole right in front of your bed. “hm?” you pull away from the kiss and point at it.

“oh” her eyes light up in excitement “tour is coming up, and i already know” she lifts her hands in innocence “i know you can’t come with me, so even though i will be bothering you 24/7. i thought i could take a little something with me”

“cheeky” you hum, she can’t help but giggle, tugging you by the end of your shirt.

“come on, i’ve waited too long” you’re on top of her now, nayeon’s lips all over your neck and jaw as she tries to rid you of your jeans.

“easy bunny” your breath tickles her when you chuckle, your thumb caressing her cheek before you press sweet kisses on it. but, with the way she was acting, so eager and desperate, you know she doesn’t want you to coddle her. so after the kisses, and the caressing, you let your hand collide with her cheek in a slightly rougher manner. of course, nayeon whimpers. “get your hands out of my pants bun”

“sorry” her word dies out as you stand up, the buttons of your jeans undone and your shirt slightly pulled up. you know exactly where you’re going. the third drawer holds everything you could need, but you’re only looking for two things. one, the ribbon, one that coincidentally matches her underwear the second item, which is a pink dildo with it’s own strap.

“hands” she does as told, surprisingly, and presents to you both hands so that you can tie them in the pink ribbon, making sure to put them above her head when done.

to be honest, you have every intention of fucking her like this, with all your clothes and her attempt of having any. its why you slip the strap right on, watching her expression change into a pout, but it disappears right after when you glare at her.

after rubbing a reasonable drop of lube on the plastic shaft, you press a few open mouthed kisses across her tummy, using your hands to caress her sides up to her hands. here, when you’re staring into each other’s eyes, nose to nose, you press a kiss just beside the corner of her lips, pulling her underwear to the side without even having to look.

“look to the side bunny, look at the camera” your nose rubs against her cheek when you’ve managed to turn her face. “good girl”

the thrusts started out hard. short, quick and hard snaps of your hips against hers that made her body rock forward slightly, and she can’t help but try to hide her smirk, biting her lip and staring right at the phone.

her eyes close and she whimpers softly when you push her tiny shirt back the furthest you could to press open mouthed, wet kisses all over her chest, sucking on her nipples slightly. nayeon’s moans get just a bit louder and her hips desperately try to meet yours as her orgasm approaches.

[underscorewriting]

burned breakfast.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader

Warnings: teeth rotting fluff, swearing

(realized that when I write for a character the first time it's almost always morning fluff lol)

798 Words

Soft music came from the kitchen, waking the in sheets tangled girl up slightly, causing a sleepy grin to split on her face. The bed now being cold, the morning breeze making goosebumps appear on her skin. The soft fabric of the shirt she wore, not barely enough to safe her from the cold tingling on her skin. Quiet singing now accompanying the music, making her open her eyes slightly with a quiet sigh she sat up, the covers falling from her form, causing her legs to freeze as well.

Noticing the open window, she couldn't help but quietly curse him for opening it after waking up. Closing it, she saw one of his sweaters had been laid out for her, making her forget her anger at the man for a second, but only for a second. Humming the music quietly she tapped into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway watching how he swayed his hips to the music, singing to it. His sweat pants hanging low as he concentrated on cooking breakfast. 

Smiling she made her way over to him, placing a soft kiss  onto his shoulder blade, causing him to tense up, before he relaxed into her touch. A smirk on his face as he turned around, grabbing her hands and spun her around to the song, singing to it loudly, making weird faces, causing her to laugh. "Slow down, stud." Trying to stop herself from smiling like an idiot. He just continued singing winking at her as he playfully fell to his knees in front of her pulling her closer by her waist. "Come on, baby. You're driving me crazy!" Giggling she raised an arm leaning back slightly, singing along with him. "Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!" 

Laughing Bradley got up, still holding her close. "Fuck, you're really driving me crazy, honey." A grin on his face as he rested his forehead against hers. Shaking her head she rolled her eyes, pulling away first to go look at the eggs he just left unsupervised. "You know they could've burned down this whole house, just because you wanted to make a show." Feeling him wrap his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as he softly kissed her neck, made her lean into him even more. 

"Mhm, you love my shows. Especially if I'm only wearing sweatpants, I learned that by now." He grinned as he shrugs. Taking the eggs off the stove, she leaned her head back, enough to catch his eyes. "You're not wrong about that, Rooster." With a playful wink she walked over to the fridge to get the orange juice, while he fixed them both a plate. "So, when do you have to leave again?" She cut to the serious topic as she sat down, one knee pulled to her chest as she got comfortable on her chair next to him, sighing he placed down the plates, kissing her forehead doing so. "In about two weeks. They don't know how long it's gonna take, but I hope it won't be too long. Mav said that if you get bored with me gone, you can help him with his planes." Smiling slightly he took a bite of his breakfast cringing at the burned taste.

Looking at him with an 'I told you so' look, he couldn't help but pout slightly. "We should go get something... and I should never cook again this tastes disgusting." Now it was her queue to pout while drinking her orange juice. "What?" He chuckled, admiring her. "But I like it when you cook." Raising his eyebrow he saw her pout twitch. "Okay I like watching you cook, it's cute." Laughing her pulled her onto his lap. "Good to know you keep me around because I'm 'cute'." 

"Basically, yes." 

"You're evil. Pure evil."

Getting up she rolled her eyes playfully. "You should get ready, you promised me eating breakfast out." Jumping up he threw her over his shoulder. "Whatever you say, my lady." Laughing she hit his back as he hit her ass in return. "Stop doing that." She pouted but stopped hitting him. "Good girl." A blush creeping onto her face as he laid her down on the bed, kissing her quickly. He walked over to her part of the closet, picking out something for her to wear. "You'll wear that." With a smirk he turned away to his side and started looking for something to wear as she put on the short flowery dress, walking to the bathroom to finish getting ready. 

Walking out she smiled at him, as he fixed his hawaii shirt and put on his sunglasses, before he turned to her grinning down at her, causing her to smile up to him like an idiot. 

"Looking handsome, stud."

"Looking beautiful as ever, honey."

[eashmo]

Bloodlust part 7

-Yuanfen-

Warnings: Tender smut and fluff.

A/n: yuanfen- two people meant to be together; destiny.

Picture by me. long chapter.

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Being stabbed was definitely an experience that could be tolerated because I was lucky that none of them were fatal, but fast travel was a far worse experience ever, i do not recommend. I threw up once we were in the front yard.

“Sorry baby.” Eddie winced. He held my hair up as I threw up in the bushes. Great, that's charming. I waved my hand at him, signaling that I was fine.

The kids, Steve, Nancy, and Robin raced out the front door. “Oh thank god.” Nancy took me in her arms, and I gave a painful groan from her squeezing me.

“The fucker is dead, I ripped his throat out. he…” he was starting to get angry again. putting my hand on his cheek and giving him a kiss on his nose. He relaxed him instantly. 

“You both look like shit.” Steve says, trying to lighten up the mood.

“We are still better looking than you, dingus.” I tried to laugh, holding a hand on the knife wound on my stomach, leaning my back against Eddie's chest, and my legs were starting to give out on me. Eddie noticed this and supported me by wrapping his arms around me Protectively.  

“We're just glad to have you back, I don't think we could've lived without our most favorite badass.” Robin smiles. I smile back at her.  

“Well this badass needs some rest and painkillers.” I snorted.

“Come on, everyone, let's give leave her be to rest. Eddie’s got her.” Nancy says. “Right Munson?” she asks.

“Most definitely, also I wanted to thank you guys.” he says.

“Thank us for what?” Steve questioned.

“For being here for her” Eddie says with a small smile. 

“Of course.” everyone said.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Eddie and I made our way into the house slowly.

“Let me help you, gorgeous.” he says as I start to sway on the stairs, trying to make my way to the bathroom.

“I’m fine, baby.” I quickly say. He chuckles, “I know you are, firecracker. but you're bleeding too much. I want to heal you.”

I grunted as I made it to the top step “fine.” I breathed, leaning into him more. He walked me into the bathroom. He goes  down on his knees. He gently took off my bloody work jeans, I hissed in pain when the fabric brushed against my thigh wound. 

“Sorry baby.” he winced as he gave me tender kisses from my hip down to where the wound was. I leaned on the counter and gave a peaceful hum as he licked up my now drying blood and sealed the wound close. Once he was done He stared up at me, I gave him a loving smile and brushed his bangs from his eye. One of his hands slid the rest of my pants over my ankles and threw it

across the room without breaking eye contact with me. His stares were intense, causing me to blush.  

I peeled off my shirt, exposing the stomach wound, groaning because my muscles were sore from being bound. Looking down, I finally saw my wound damn it looked worse than it felt. I felt his lips on me again, going up my body and making his way across my tummy, I gripped the back of his head as I felt his lips finally reaching the wound. His tongue made me moan when he tenderly licked it. Repeating the healing process. Now he stood before me, I took a good look at him. He still had Jason's blood on his chin and chest. He sat me on the counter, stepping in between my legs as  I reached for a washcloth, soaking it and ringing out with water. I wiped Jason's disgusting blood off his chin. His eyes are still watching me. 

“I love you.” he says, breaking the silence. His right hand went over top of mine that held the washcloth to his chest.  

“I love you too.” I finished wiping away the blood, throwing the towel down to the floor. looking up at his crimson doe eyes. 

~kiss me~

Instantly, his lips were on mine, and we kissed softly. No speed or rush. No fiery passion. Just two people in love wanting to savor the moment. Eddie pressed a kiss to my jaw. Giving him a little giggle in response. He pressed another kiss to his favorite spot on my neck, and he inhaled my scent with a content sigh.

I arched my neck at the feeling. I slid his jacket off his shoulders, the jacket hitting the floor with a thump. His arms wrapped around me, hands resting on the counter, caging me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him closer. His lips capture mine again. 

I arched my neck at the feeling. I slid his jacket off him, the jacket hitting the floor with a thump. His arms going around me, hands resting on the counter, caging me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him closer. His lips capture mine again. 

My hands caressed his face, then tracing down to his neck, feeling the outline of his collarbone, roaming along his chest, feeling the shape of his thin hips, tracing the outline of his protruding hip bones. Eddie's own hands were unclipping my bra, his fingers softly brushing away the straps from my shoulders. I dropped the bra on the growing pile. His Lips attach themselves  on my neck. 

“Nngh, more…please” I moan softly. Eddie grinded his hips against mine, our clothed crotches rubbing against each other. I gasped at the sensation I craved him.

 “Kitten, you're so impatient,” he muttered against my skin, unable to hold back a smile. his hand firmly grasped my hips. He looked up at me. 

“You're so beautiful” he says just above a whisper, running his eyes along the view before him, taking it all in. I was leaning on the mirror, my bare skin flushed, dirty and bruised, hair tangled and sticking to the edges of my face. I laughed.

“I look like hell, you can thank Jason for that.” 

He growled at the name, and fury flashed in his crimson eyes. “You are forever beautiful in my eyes and a fucker like jason will never take that away.” I could feel the anger rolling off him. I pulled him down tenderly, capturing his lips. 

~please baby, make love to me~

“Gladly angel” he said in my lips, picking me up and walking into the bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed. 

Kneeling before me, placing kisses wherever he can on my exposed skin before reaching my covered core. Slowly, he links his fingertips into the waistband of the last bit of cloth, dragging it down and throwing it across the room. He parts my thighs, giving him space to place gentle kisses on my core before connecting his lips with my clit, Lightly sucking.

I whimpered and pulled on his hair, “eddie… no… need you to fuck me… please, baby.”

He groans into your core from hearing my desperation, looking up at me 

“i Need you inside me now," I pleaded. 

 my neediness for him turning him on even more, “as you wish kitten”

He places another kiss on my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure. He crawls up my body, hovering over me, kissing my nose before he stands back and slowly removes his belt and jeans, maintaining eye contact.

“God…” I breathed as I took in his naked body, clenching my legs together. giving himself a few tugs before on his hardened length. Climbing back onto the bed, he spreads my legs apart again, He pulls me closer by my hips, then guides his tip through my wetness, teasing my clit before lining up with my entrance.

“You ready, kitten?”

I nodded. He slides into my slick, warm walls, causing me to sigh in content at finally being full as he moans out praises of how good I feel around him. Digging my feet into his ass letting him know I was ready for him to move. He thrust slowly into me, savoring the feeling of my walls being wrapped around him. His moans and grunts above me make me wetter because hearing him moan was like music. feeling my walls grip him tighter as I grow near my release. 

“Eddie! I’m gonna cum…” I moan out, lips parted as I gasp for breath.

“Cum for me, kitten, you're so pretty when you cum,” he encourages me.

The moan that escaped my throat was a high-pitched whine. The sound nearly pulled him over the edge with me. He’s barely hanging on as he fucks me through my high, curses and moans falling from his lips.

“ baby, cum for me, don't hold back” I moan out,

His pace quickened, chasing his own high, causing me to have a second wave of pleasure. His thrusts get deeper and longer, and my grip on him pulls his orgasm from him, moaning out my name, tossing his head back and slowing his movements as he spills into me.

“Fuck, i love you” he breathes out as he slowly pulls out of me. taking in my body seeing his cum flow out of me.

“I love you too.” I say through heavy breathing. He lays onto the bed next to me, pulling me into him as he kisses my face and neck, sharing a deep kiss before snuggling into his frame.

“Before I forget, i need to show you something” I said as I drew lazy patterns on his chest as he caressed my waist.

“What's that kitten?” he whispers between kisses at my temple. Getting up from his embrace, my legs wobbled from the post-orgasim. I bent down to the edge of my bed and grabbed a hard black case. He stared at me with curiosity, and I smiled at him. 

“Close your eyes, baby.” I said softly, and he did. 

I pulled out his Warlock NJ electric guitar. This was the first time I touched it in a year. 

“Open your eyes.” he looked at me then to the object in my hands. He gave me the biggest smile, which made me melt.

“I figured you wanted to have your baby back.” I grinned at him. He joins me on the floor, taking his guitar from my hands, and puts it on the bed. This confused me until he pushed me flat on the ground with his lips on mine hovering over me.

“I do have my baby back, and she's right underneath me” he whispers in my ear. 

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Emerald (ErenxReader) Chapter 2 - Attitude

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After only two and a half hours of sleep you wished to be dead, when the alarm started to scream into your face. You needed at least 6-7 hours of sleep to be able to function like a normal human being. But last night went way too long, you regretted the fact that you wanted to be nice to Eren.

-He didn't even deserve it -you cussed in the bathroom, brushing your teeth with eyes closed- I'm so gonna be fucked up today.

Walking back and forth in the room, you had no idea what to wear. Didn't feel the energy to dress nice, but it was only your second day, so even if the office didn't have a dress code you weren't confident enough to show up in yoga pants and hoodies. Finally you put on a black tight skirt with buttons all along on the side, a light baby blue shirt and a black blazer. Forming a lazy, messy bun at the top of your head and slipping into some heels ready to leave and face reality. You still needed the job, because you didn't turn out to be super rich during your sleep session.

You were already on the way to the car, when you remembered, you forgot the mug. Some cursing, eye rolling and wishing everyone to fuck themselves you stomped back and grabbed a beige mug from the kitchen, which had Goku on it. It was your favorite mug ever, so you felt maybe it could help you through the day.

-Morning -you mumbled under your nose, feeling the huge bags under your eyes.

-Goooood morning, honey! -Sasha jumped up from her desk, heading to you immediately -Uhh, girl what's wrong? -she widened her eyes, when she noticed how terrible you looked.

-Lack of sleep, I suppose -you sighed irritated.

-We didn't even leave that late last night -she raised one of her eyebrows -Come, let's drink a coffee!

-You didn't, but I arrived home around 4:30am -you yawned big- That coffee sounds so tempting -you searched for your mug in your bag.

-Huh? Why? What did you do? -she asked confused on the way to the kitchen.

-Eren asked me to drop him out in a hotel, then invited me for a drink. We talked and it was somehow fucking early in the morning. I'm going to die today! -you whined.

-Eren did what? He never asks any of us to...

-I don't know Sasha, I just didn't want to be a rude ass...but maybe I should have, because now I'm literally dying.

Taking sips from the hot coffee on the way back to your desk you zoned out a bit, dreaming of your comfy bed, how the bed sheets feel so soft and cozy. The thought of it almost made you cry.

-Today is the same as yesterday? -you asked Sasha, grabbing your notebook and pencil and was about to leave to her table.

-Nope, sweety. You will need to sit with Eren, he's gonna show you the exact job you will be going to do here.

-Nah, please nooo -you started fake crying.

-Good luck -she laughed out loud, because she exactly knew it was going to be a tough task not to punch Eren in the face in the condition you were in at the moment.

You took a deep, huge breath and as letting the air slowly out you grabbed your stuff, heading to his desk.

-Morning -you mumbled-Sasha said today I need to learn from you.

-Morning grumpy -he giggled- Yeah, grab a chair -he pointed behind his back.

-It's all your fault -you yawned, grabbing a chair and throwing yourself lazily.

-Yep, I know -he clicked his tongue- I'm tired too, just to let you know.

-Bu-hu, poor you -you rolled your eyes.

-Fuck, you are really an ass, when you are tired -he laughed out loud.

-Meh, shut up and show me this shit...please -you faked a cute smile.

Eren didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly, smiling at your attitude.

His low, throaty voice sounded so calming, ringing you almost to sleep. And even if you should have focused on him telling and showing you your tasks you felt slowly falling asleep.

-HEY! -he poked you with his elbow- Wake up...Jesus -he rolled his eyes annoyed.

-What? -you woke up immediately, not knowing what happened- Oh my God -you started to laugh- I'm so sorry.

-Focus...please -he clenched his jaw- I'm not gonna finish my work, because I have to babysit you, so you better start to listen.

-Wow! -you pulled a face- No need to be a dickhead -you crossed your hands before your chest. And it was your fault again...your voice is just too calming and I fell asleep listening to you -you rolled your eyes offended.

-How old are you? 10? -he hissed.

-Oh, fuck you Jaeger -you snaped back- I don't want to sit here as much as you don't want me to be here next to you! I cannot help it. I can ask Reiner, he might be a bit nicer than you...asshole.

-Drop the attitude woman -he said with a cold tone.

-You mean the attitude you are giving me now? -you raised one of your eyebrows. You really wanted to punch him in the face.

He was about to tell you some not too nice things, when Levi's door shot open and he rushed towards you two.

-JAEGER! -he screamed from the bottom of his lungs. Shit, he was truly scary as Sasha mentioned you yesterday.

-Yes, boss? -he looked at the pissed off man.

-I just got a fucking angry call from a freaking client. Where's this truck? -he slammed a piece of paper at the desk, making it shiver a little bit.

-Fuck -Eren said as he checked it in the system.

-Yeah...fuck. FUCK YOU! Why can't you just do your job, huh? I don't care what your personal problems are...one more mistake and you are OUT! -he kept yelling at him.

-You know what? -Eren jumped up from his chair, pushing you aside a bit- FUCK YOU! I'm so fucking fed up with your bullshit -he rushed out from the room, slamming the door behind him.

This bitch ass loud argument woke you up in an instant, you were sitting in the chair, grabbing your cup of coffee and didn't know what to do.

-You! -Levi pointed at you- Fix this shit! -he spun on his heels and left you alone.

Everyone froze in their action in the office, no one was brave enough even just to breathe a bit louder. You gulped big and sat into Eren's chair. After 10 minutes of wondering between the emails and checking excel sheets and documents you figured out what the problem was. You made some calls and finally it was fixed. As much you felt proud of yourself as much you felt sorry for Eren. Levi's act didn't seem fair at all. As you could see it wasn't even Eren's fault the truck being late. You slowly stood up and walked out of the room, trying to figure out where he could leave.

After wandering around for a few minutes you walked to the smoking spot and you were right. He's been leaning against the plastic wall, taking deep drags from his cigarette.

-Hey -you smiled nicely, stepping next to him.

-What? -he hissed, not even looking at you.

-I fixed it, don't worry -you tried to start a conversation. His hands were shaking like a leaf from the anger.

-Do you want a fucking trophy or what?

-Nah, I'm more like a tiara girl -you smirked.

He didn't say anything, but cracked a half smile.

-Want one? -he offered you a smoke.

-Thanks -you nodded, taking out one from the packet. You leaned closer as he clicked the lighter -He shouldn't yell at you like that. It wasn't even your fault -you said.

-Whatever -he shrugged, still shaking.

-Just try to calm down, it's not worth it -you smiled.

-Oh shut up! -he yelled at you, rolling his eyes irritated- Don't act like you know everything.

-Drop the act -you stayed calm- I know you are not an asshole even if you want me to believe that.

-Can you just leave me the fuck alone?

-Nope -you clicked your tongue- You are exactly like my former coworker. Don't think for a second that I don't know what you are trying to do.

-You don't know shit about me -he hissed, flicking the butt to the ashtray and was about to leave.

-Eren -you grabbed his wrist slightly.

He froze in his action, didn't know how to react.

-I'm sorry -he sighed, clenching his jaw.

-Let's go back -you smiled, finishing your smoke as well.

The day rushed to its end and you tried your best to focus on everything he said, taking tons of notes. Around 16:30 everyone started to pack their stuff except Eren and Reiner.

-You can go -he yawned- I won't finish sometimes soon, but you don't need to stay.

-Nah...tell me what I can help with.

-You don't have to -he argued.

-I know -you shrugged your shoulders.

-You are annoying -he rolled his eyes.

-So are you -you laughed out loud.

-Fine -he sighed- Bring your laptop, I will give you some tasks to do.

As you walked to your desk, collecting the device Sasha stopped next to you.

-What are you doing? -she looked confused.

-I'm gonna help them to finish faster -you smiled, holding your laptop.

-Levi's gonna like you -she laughed.

-I don't need his sympathy, I just wanna help the guys to finish earlier -you said with a serious tone, leaving Sasha behind.

After Eren explained what you can help with, you started to work and so all of you finished around 7.

-Yo, Reiner! -Eren stood up, grabbing his jacket- Down for a drink?

-Sorry Jaeger, not today -he waved you guys goodbye.

-Y/N? -he turned to you.

-Nah, I'm tired as hell. I want to sleep.

-Pleaseee -he pulled a puppy face.

-Eren...stop -you shook your head.

-Just one!

-I'm starving -you whined, walking to your desk followed by him.

-Then let's go for dinner first -he tried to bargain.

-You are really a pain in the ass -you sighed annoyed.

-I'm gonna wait for you at the parking lot -he winked at you, leaving the room.

You already regretted being nice to him, because now it looked like he stuck to you. It happened all the time. Whenever you were nice to someone you couldn't get rid of them anymore. Even if you loved being left alone in peace. You could have been an asshole and rejected his invitation like you usually would do, but there was something about him, which made you act otherwise. You just didn't want to hurt his feelings, you really felt sorry for this broken guy.

-Come! -you called out, when you arrived at your car.

-I hoped you would have been the driver again -he smirked, sliding in.

-Oh shut up -you rolled your eyes- You are already exhausted, pissed off and you want to drink...Like I have any other choice -you pulled an annoyed face- But I'll choose the place, something near to my place and you can catch a cab, when we are done.

-Deal! -he smiled widely.

You drove the car to your favorite bar. It was at the end of the street of your home, so it seemed like a perfect choice.

-Wall of Rose - Eren read out loud the sign of the bar- What a stupid name for a bar.

-C'mon -you got out of your car- I don't have time for you all night long.

After your order arrived at the table you started to stuff your mouth like there was no tomorrow.

-What? -you ask.

-You really are hungry.

-Duh...I told you I am. Is there any problem with it?

-No -he chuckles- Girls just usually are shy eating in front of a guy -he shrugged.

-Yeah, when they are on a date and not being with a simple coworker -you kept eating.

-Ohh...- he seemed somehow offended?!- I'm gonna get a drink. Tonic again?

-No way! -you laughed- I want a good, cold beer -you licked your bottom lip.

-Full of surprise -he chuckled, heading to the bartender.

Eren kept drinking beer after beer, getting tipsier minute by minute.

-You should stop -you said, finishing your first bottle.

-What? Why? -he yawned big, not bothering to cover his mouth.

-You drank like 4 bottles in the last 10 minutes. You're gonna get wasted.

-So what?

-Wanna talk about it? -you raised one of your eyebrows. Maybe the booze, maybe the actions of today, maybe just you being too kind to him, but he felt like he wanted to spit out everything.

-I'm so fucking miserable -he shook his head- I feel so burnt out, you know. She just keeps chewing on my life, makes everything ten times harder than it should be.

You kept silent, listening to him carefully.

-How long are you married? -you asked.

-5 years, but I have known her since diapers. She was always around, never leaving me alone. Protecting me all the time, convincing me this was love we had between us. Love? -he laughed bitter- Love my ass. She's just a freaking psycho. So fucking obsessed with me that it terrifies me to the bones. Jealous all the time, I can't look or talk to a girl without her thinking I cheat on her -he hissed angrily.

-Are you sure it cannot be fixed between you too? If you know her this long, maybe there's a chance...

-A chance for what? -he cut you mid sentence- Changing Mikasa? There's no way in hell -he laughed out loud with so much pain in his voice- God, even if we are on a divorce, if she would see us now she would try to beat the shit out of you.

-Sorry? -you looked surprised.

-Yeah...she's crazy.

-Well -you smirked- I don't know how strong she is, but believe me it's not easy to beat my ass.

-Haha, I'm sure of it, you look tough as hell -he smiled at you- I'm happy I met you, Y/N.

-Easy, tiger -you laughed out loud- Don't get too emotional, you are ruining my opinion about you being a total dickhead.

-Shut up! -he chuckled again- There's gonna be a huge ass party Saturday at Jean's place. Wanna come?

-Please, Eren...-you shook your head desperately.

-What? -he looked confused.

-I love being alone on the weekends -you laughed out loud- You have no idea how freaking antisocial I am. I hate parties... like a lot.

-Yeah, sure.

-Seriously. So, I'm sorry, but I need to pass.

-Please!

-Why? You will have your friends there, won't you?

-You are more fun to be around -he smirked at you.

-Ohh drop this shit act, Jaeger -you sat back at your chair.

-Fine -he rolled his eyes.

-It was a perfect night, but I'm gonna go now. You will be okay? -you asked, standing up, grabbing your stuff- Or should I call you a cab?

-I think I will just walk -he shrugged.

-What? Why?

-I'm too drunk to get a cab. They won't let me get in -he chuckled, focusing on standing straight.

-You're such a pain in the ass -you shook your head annoyed- Come with me. He followed you without a word, sliding in your car easily.

-Home? -you turned to him.

-No way!

-You will need to pay for my gas next time. I'm like your fucking personal driver.

-A pretty, badass driver -he wiggled in his seat, trying to get comfortable with his eyes closed.

You didn't react, because you knew it was just the alcohol talking. He was hurt and desperate, so there was no point in taking him seriously at all.

-Where do you live? -he asked out of the blue, when he felt the car start to move.

-Why?

-Just curious -he shrugged.

-We will pass in front of my house, it's at the end of this street.

-This one -you pointed at the small, but cute looking house.

-Sweet -he smiled- Do you mind? -he turned on the radio.

-No, I always listen to music, when I drive -you cracked a half smile, when you heard one of your favorite songs, Riot by Hollywood Undead to start.

-Fuck, I love this song! -he volumed it up.

"I've been searching for an answer, but I ain't found one

I've been known to tear shit up and go off like a gun

I've been drinking way too much, but now I think I'm done"

You started to sing the lyrics right away, drumming your fingers on the driving wheel.

"Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!

Let's start a riot!

Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!"

Eren yelled the phrase with a huge smile on his face. He looked way too hyped by the song.

"I gotta get, I gotta get that feeling

Gotta get higher than the twenty-foot ceiling"

Both of you followed the lyrics this time.

-I wonder -he turned to you- do you get high?

-Sometimes -you shrugged.

-No way! -he slammed his fist against his mouth, laughing.

-What? -you asked, smiling.

-You look so innocent and yet you are a freaking badass bitch.

-Watch your mouth, Jaeger -you rolled your eyes. But deep inside you loved the way he reacted.

-Want one? -he moved his eyebrows up and down fast.

-Now? No way!

-Why? I thought you were cool -he faked a sad smile.

-I am cool -you looked seriously into his eyes- Cooler than you will ever find out -you smirked.

-Challenge accepted!

-We are here -you pulled out in front of the hotel- Good night.

-You are such a party breaker -he shook his head sadly.

-Yeah, I'm such a terrible person -you gasped ironically.

-See you in the morning, pretty -he got out of the car, closing the door, leaving you with a confused look on your face. 

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Ch. 32 // Let’s Explore A Bit! // Day 22

Contents (Warnings): soft teasing, character shenanigans, a little tiny sprinkle of angst, more character information, and further monster/magic explanations.

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(Oct. 7th Friday)

I tried to get a few more pictures to send to Wicks, but there were way too many monsters walking around and I didn’t want to accidentally snap a shot of one of them. Then again, if I send Wicks a picture of one of these places he might try looking into it.

I squinted at a directory map as we passed, food zone, shopping zone, and event zone. It showed we were encroaching upon the shopping zone and I thought it was ridiculously how much space the food zone took of the festival.

I couldn't read anything else though from the board as they walked fast, or more so, Alexander had HUGE steps.

What kind of events would a bunch of magic monsters do? I asked in my head. Besides eating...people. I couldn't ask, Claudia's cutesy voice broke in.

"Woo, now we're just waiting on Viola!"

Huh, we got lucky we weren't that far. I thought. I took a quick glance over them all, heavily surprised they were in their human forms. Did they let the people they ate go?

"Hey, Lynnet-" Lev's hum was caught by laughter, "who dressed you like that?"

Zilla muffled her own laugh with her shirt sleeve.

I put my hands defensively over my Hawaiian shirt and partially over my parachute pants. "I don't diss your outfits, jerks!" My fears melted into self-consciousness.

"You picked your clothes?" Lev held on to Claudia's shoulder and turned his body away to laugh more.

"No one's dissing your outfit." Zilla muttered between a giggles.

"Told you,” Alexander said, “you should have changed."

"THEY'RE COMFORTABLE AND COOL!" I exclaimed.

Claudia popped up near me, "I like your shirt, it's pretty."

I wanted to cry, "thank you..." I'll take back everything you've done to me.

She moved forward and pinched at my pants, "they do feel comfortable."

"They are."

Lev had a hand to his chest, "so you picked your clothes based on-" he pointed them out, "pretty color, comfortability, and-" he gestured to the boots, "cool?"

I pouted, "yes."

"and here I thought you dressed like that to look less appetizing." Lev continued, "I mean, you would have definitely had the chance to escape me."

Zilla exhaled walking toward me, "it’s a good thing we’re going shopping."

"I like my clothes." I said.

"Why does it look like you guys are bullying Lynette again?" Viola joined us.

I turned to her. Her eyes scanned over me, but she didn’t say anything about the way I was dressed. 

See, be like her and not care!

I traced over her outfit and never realized how well defined her muscles were, especially with the crop top showing off her abdomen. Why am I surrounded by built people? I knew Alexander was well-endowed, from what I understood he worked out every day, and Lev was pretty well off too.

I felt at my twig arms. Maybe I should work out more? Or at least get better at running so I could maybe out pace them?

I didn't notice they started a conversation pertaining to me, until Viola pointed my way.

"If she likes her style, then there's no reason to change it."

"I do." I replied. Wicks still argues with me on my outfit choices... A warm feeling entered my chest. And I remember Charletta made me an outfit every day in high school, leaving them at the end of my bed before I woke up. I felt the urge to call her. That seems like such a long time ago.

"So what events did everyone want to see?" Claudia asked, hopping up and down. 

"We need to see Skyler's show!" Viola said.

"I haven't seen her since that last show at the Pizzeria," Zilla chimed. Show at the pizzeria? 

"They're having a contest at 3, so I'm heading to that whether you all come or not." Lev said.

"What's the prize?" Alexander asked.

Lev deviously grinned, "a pass for 20 free givers."

"20?!" Alexander’s eyes lit up.

My lip quivered. "They can’t eat twenty people…can they?" 

"Not all at once," Drake said next to me. I sighed with a nod. 

"How about we go shopping for a bit, then we'll go see you guys in the competition, get dinner with everyone and wind down by enjoying the concert tonight?" Zilla said.

Everyone was in agreement. 

Zilla patted my head, "you’ll be looking palpable in no time, hun."

If I looked even less appealing to you all like this, it gives my outfit even more value. I grumbled in my thoughts.

Claudia requested we go inside the eccentric irregularities shop first, so we did. 

The sharp scent of lavender burst into my nose first, causing it to burn. I shook my head, holding it. That’s way too strong. Claudia hooked her arm with mine and tugged me with her. I thought she was bringing me to one of the tall counters, everything was a little higher than Alexander’s current hip height. So I couldn’t really see or reach anything and neither could they. She brought me to the box next to the door.

There were a few languages on it, a few I recognized, others I didn’t and at the bottom in English it said, "Is something too high? Put me on your shoes or feet, say “adjust”, then look where you want to go, and say "adjust” again." Inside the box were purple polka dots, each of various sizes. I picked one and it flopped around.

I wiggled it, before watching Claudia lift it up to her right foot. Once she put it on the sole of her shoe, and said “adjust.” 

It wrapped around her shoe and she awaited me to do the same.

"Oh..." I did so. They covered up the ankle of my boots. "And these help us?" There was a soft light violet illuminating off my body. I didn't feel any different though. Then the memory of Sandra’s voice went off in my head reminding me to ask before accepting an offer from a monster. I did it again like an IDIOT!

"Mhm, now look where you want to go, like up there and say the same word you used to put them on." Claudia said.

"Up there-" I squinted at the counter, it was about eight feet tall, so I couldn’t even reach it. “Adjust?” 

My body rose up and moved to the counter. I squeaked out. Claudia did the same, remaining next to me in case I fell back.

Rocking climbing helped me get over my fear of heights, but not touching the ground felt way to disorienting. When I straightened up I felt like I was on the ground, but as soon as I tipped too far back or forward, my body panicked.

"It requires a little bit of practice, but pretty neat right?"

"Y-yeah." I said, "is there anything I have to be worried about? Like them accidentally slipping off or accidentally being sent to space?"

"I've never seen them do either of those things before." She said with a giggle. 

I was about to say something else, but her loud, joyous squeal caught me off guard. She pushed on the edge of the counter. “Look, little spark sanders!" She pointed at the red and black roosters with rose petal like feathers. I peered forward with her. 

“They look-” I jumped as it exploded into a burst of colorful sparks and powder. “Awhh…” I wanted to cry. “Claudia-” She directed my attention back to them and they reformed from the sparks. 

Is it a defense mechanism? What is the tactical advantage of that? What even are they? My head blew up with questions and I realized I didn't ask Claudia a single one. She moved to the next tank of the irregular critters. 

She tapped on the next fish tank like container, "I used to love these guys!" They were like miniature snapping turtles mixed with Chinese dragons. I peered behind myself, seeing Lev at the other end using the same polka dots. It looked like a majority of monsters were about Alexander's height or maybe as big as Lev.

I then smirked and pointed to Lev while looking at Claudia. "Are these related to him?"

Claudia laughed aloud, "no!" She then looked up with her two different colored eyes in thought, “actually, it’s been a while since I’ve seen a dragon in their full form, so maybe they do."

"You’ve never seen Lev in his dragon form?" So he wasn’t joking about being able to get bigger?

"Lev wouldn’t show me that, silly” Claudia said, “where I used to live there were some nearby, but after everything..." Claudia ran her finger along the glass. "It wasn't the same."

Drake mentioned a war that took place in their world. "I'm sorry," I didn't know what to say, "so you haven't always lived on Earth?"

Claudia shook her head, "no. I moved here a few months ago after I escaped my family.”

“Escaped?” I studied her, “were you trapped-?”

She gave a smile with her eyes shut, “my family held me there to make sure I kept our home inhabitable.” Her smile quivered as she looked over at the ‘snapping dragons’, “they fed me all these guys so I didn’t die from lack of energy.”

Her tone never changed, she sounded as excited and happy as she did over everything else.

She wasn’t looking at me and my hand reached toward her. What kind of family did you have? Or is it that differ-

"Hey, Lynette, I saw you looking my way~" Lev said, near me. I didn’t even know he got close. 

I denied it, "I was looking over the rest of the shop."

“And the pointing?”

Claudia laughed, chipper again, "she said these snapping burpa's looked like you."

A threatening grin rode up his lips, "oh really, I didn’t know you were so misinformed. If you want..." He got closer, "I'd love to show you how wrong you are outside of work. We can make it a full day demonstration too..." the slits for his pupils narrowed, keenly, "so, how about it, Lynette?~"

I tried to step back, forgetting I was floating and had to hold the counter so I didn’t fall. I shook my head, lips pursed together in fear. A gasp came out first before I could talk.

"I-now-" My vision caught Viola, "I-gotta ask Viola something." I muttered, “adjust” and floated over to her. I stopped at the table next her.

"You look pale." She said, casually looking over.

"I-I'm okay." I gave a light chuckle, "wh-what are you up too?" I knew she'd keep Lev from bullying me.

"Trying to find a gift for my friend, Hugo, he loves a lot of weird stuff like Claudia." Viola said, shaking a sizable vial in her hand. It was like a lava lamp with real lava and pointy rocks being pushed by the currents inside it. 

"Oh, I think stuff like that looks cool too."

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Viola put the vial back down on the small rack, "did you want to buy something for your friends too?"

I tittered, "I don't really have friends." She turned to me quickly. I explained clearer, "I moved a lot growing up so I never was able to keep up with friends. I tried to keep some online but when I was doing full time school and work, we all grew distant." That sounds sad doesn’t it?

Viola softly smiled, "you're okay, Lynette. I know how hectic a move can be."

Did she move from the other world too? How many of them did that? I questioned, but seeing Viola staring at me, I continued on. "I'd love to shop for my family though, as I will be seeing them all in less than a month for my sister's wedding." I still need to ask for that week off. 

"Wedding? Congrats to her." Viola said. "If you'd like, I can help you find things that are the least cursed and harmless for them."

"That'd be preferred, thank you." I muttered.

...

We went through a lot of weird and odd items. I got a few small trinkets, at a surprisingly cheap price, well, priced cheaper than I expected. I'd be homeless for a month if I didn’t make as much as I did. 

Next to clothing stores. Claudia, Alexander, Drake, and Viola opted out and went to another oddity store. While I was dragged against my will with Zilla and Lev. Everything in this stores way too big for me. I thought, getting a better hang of the big polka dots wrapped on my boots. We got to keep them.

The two showed me what they picked. 

Zilla gave me torn jeans, and a baggy, gray long sleeve, sweatshirt, and surprisingly Lev gave me a white long sleeve, partial turtleneck, plaid skirt and black leggings.

"They go with your combat boots." Lev said.

I held the giant clothes and I looked down at my own body, "I-I wear a medium in most shirts."

Zilla chuckled, "the clothing will match your size as soon as you put them on. They’ll be comfortable, promise.”

I had them balled up in my grasp and close to my chest so they didn't touch the floor. "I see-" I bowed my head, "thanks..."

I'm not going to change from my current outfit though. I got into the smaller changing room, about my size and plopped onto the ground. I placed the outfits gently on the bench near me and made sure the door was locked. I took a second to squint at my outfit in the mirror.

It's perfect. I thought, not that I didn't think the clothes they got me weren't nice. I guess this is better than them threatening me.

I put the sweatshirt on. It fully encompassed me, nearly touching the floor and then suddenly shrank up until it was a little lower than my hips. So cool! I felt the fabric. Then a terrible thought entered my mind. What if it shrunk and didn’t stop. I laughed nervously looking at the jeans. I slowly put one leg in after another and they did the same, perfectly fitted. I guess this explains why their clothes grow with them.

I moved in the jeans and touched the tears showing off my thighs and knees.

I understand the knees, it helps with a bit of mobility, but the thighs. They weren't torn high enough to show off my underwear at least. I like that they feel comfortable. I said in my head, going to try on the outfit Lev gave me. I stopped hearing a knock on the door.

"O-occupied!" I exclaimed.

"Ha, we know! Lev and I want to see the outfits on you!"

"R-really?"

"Come on, I want to see if it looks good!" Zilla cheered.

I slowly opened the door, coming out with what Zilla gave me. "Happy?"

"Aw, that's so much better."

"Definitely." Lev said.

I huffed and went to change, and as I picked up the top Lev got me, another thing fell from it. I squeaked out, "THIS IS A BIKINI!"

I heard Lev's laugh from beyond the door, "it'd look good on you!"

"I'M NOT WEARING-" There’s barely anything here! "I'M NOT COMING OUT ANYMORE!"

I was about to change back, but still tried on the one’s Lev picked. They looked nice too. This is weird isn't it? I'm somewhat hanging out with these beings outside of work. And as long as they're not threatening me they're somewhat bearable.

I left the changing room after I got redressed. Zilla was on the wall and Lev sat back on the bench, both looked at their phones.

I dropped the bikini in his lap, "it'd probably look better on you." I mumbled.

He chuckled, "I do look good in anything."

I rolled my eyes, but my manners still came out. "Thank you guys for helping pick some clothes for me."

Zilla slid her phone back in her pocket, "of course, anything for my partner in crime.~"

Ah, she's gonna use this as a reason to get a favor from me later, isn't she?

I paid for the outfits, but refused to change from my current look out of principle.

Three o'clock neared, as we shopped and gift hopped. I had a few bags that Viola offered to keep them in her backpack so I wouldn't have to swing them around.

We were on our way to the event zone, and I leaned between Viola and Drake, "why aren't the others in their forms...or either of you two?"

Drake shook his head, "it'd expend more energy to go into my monster form while it’s still daylight." Huh, does that mean Drake is weaker in sunlight?

Viola chortled, "I have a little handicap without water." She put her fingers close together.

I remembered she was a siren. "Oh, oh! I'm so sorry!!"

Viola shook her head, "it's alright, I wouldn't expect you to know." Wait, how does she eat people then? Is her house a big pool? Or does she lead them to a beach?

"Those two, I don't know." Viola spoke out. "Why aren't you guys in your forms?!"

I didn't want her to ask so loudly, so I tried to hide behind her.

"Aw, was it Lynette who asked?"

I hated the way he always hummed my name.

"I ate light, so if I get bigger I can't enjoy them as much." Zilla commented.

"Oh, did you eat fairies?!" Claudia asked.

She confirmed it. I didn't even notice…how glad I am to not be that small anymore. 

After a few more minutes we arrived at the event square. It had a lot going on, though the one they went to was the “limited knock-out.” Up on the board above the event was a twister-like board with a bunch of limitations, no sight, legs only, hopping only, grapple only, and etc.

Alexander pointed down at me and looked at Viola, "keep watch over her, please."

She gave him an okay hand gesture. 

...

Alexander

Is this going to be a good idea? He asked himself after he read the perimeters for the contest.

1.No Living Meals Inside participants 

2. Cannot use Magic against an opponent

3. No Eating Other Competitors

He went over to one of the tents to release the prey he had inside him, he felt weird not forcing his size to drop back down after he was empty. He saw a few trying to enter. No, I'm only going to embarrass myself in front of everyone…

Lev's smooth voice chirped behind him, "I'm excited we can finally go through our bet we made a WHILE ago." Lev had a sly smile, "not that we both didn't know I'd win it anyway."

Alexander’s eyes moved up to meet Lev's gaze. He was now ten feet taller than Alexander. The glasses bearing fellow generally shifted to about fifteen feet tall to eat someone, but most monsters were bigger than that.

"I'd still beat you even if you were in your full form."

Lev burst with laughter, "let's see you back that up then, shrimp~"

Alexander wanted to grab and RKO him right then and there. “I’m gonna enjoy this, Dragon Breath.”...

As the coordinators went over the rules for the competitors, Alexander wasn’t paying attention. He was far too fixated on how he would beat Lev.

There weren’t many that stayed in the competition, because this one was based on both physical prowess, and luck with the draws. 

Alexander looked at the chart seeing him and Lev were on the opposite sides. What luck, he and I have to win two matches to fight each other. 

Alexander stepped into the giant circle of a ring that glowed. If any part of them stepped out when the match started, they’d be out. 

Alexander hated he'd be the first to fight. The coordinators rolled their limitations. Alexander sighed, no kicking. Easy enough.

The ref allowed them to start once they were a reasonable distance away. His opponent could not jump for his limitation. 

"Are you some sort of giant?" They asked.

"Wendigo."

His opponent looked nervous as he said that, probably because Alexander wasn’t much smaller than him, maybe half an inch at most.

So, he ran forward, the gator man did the same. They bashed into each other, No kicks. He reminded himself. That moment of distraction allowed a hearty headbutt to slam against head, cracking his glasses. They could hurt each other to a certain extent and this being was taking advantage of that by trying to pierce into Alexander's flesh with his claws too.

The headbutt jolted him at most, but made him more angrier than anything. Especially as the gator man took the opportunity to push Alexander back.

Alexander never lost his balance, but as soon as noticed he got close to the line. 

He dropped lower so the gator lost a grip, and he went under, slammed his right shoulder into the gator's lower hip, hooked his arm around the gator mans leg, then lifted him up and took him down to the ground with a double leg take-down.

The gator man slammed to the ground first outside the ring, so Alexander won.

He got up after, almost losing balance upon doing it. Even though he size shifted, he still wove it as close as possible to his wendigo form as he could, so he kept a lot of the strength he would have in that form.

The coordinators asked him if he needed anything as his head was still a little red. He refused. It didn’t hurt as much as he expected.

Alexander watched Lev's opponent, which was smaller yet plumper, get choked and then thrown aside. His was a lot simpler than Alexander’s. Lev walked off the stage after. He met next to Alexander who watched the next battle take place. 

"Looked a little wobbly there, buddy. Aren't Wendigo's supposed to be scary.~"

Alexander growled, his arms over his chest, "shut up."

After the two other battles, Alexander's turn again, against a Naga except they didn’t have the mutation like Zilla with her tail. Avoid her tail. He thought as the wheel spun and he lowered his shoulders seeing his limitation, compared to hers. She would be blind for the match and he could only use one arm. How the fuck am I going to do this?! His left arm was magically bound behind his back and her eyes covered.

He checked over her as the match started, she could tell where he was even without her sight. I’m gonna have to hit her upper body. He ran at her, and she twisted her body out of the way and tried to hit him with her tail, she missed but so did he. He grabbed her arm as he passed, tugging it with him. He almost pulled her body down, but her tail tip went at him. It almost got around his head, so he had to let go and pushed away. 

Fuck this is so much harder without magic. It had been a while since he got into fighting matches with others. He used to fight a lot with other monsters to test his own strength. He saw her tail spread near the line, ready to hit him if he went at any angle. I have to hit her with my legs. I can’t lift her even if I had both arms, she’d wrap me too quickly. 

Alexander squinted at her tail and had a wicked idea come into his head. Could I even do that? I guess it’s time to find out. He ran at her again, the tail zipped behind him to snag his body. He stopped, and forced a backflip. He didn’t get as high as he wanted to be, so he was partially forced flipped by the tail, but he caught himself with his singular arm. Threw himself back onto his feet, ran up and used the tail that moved to her body as a springboard. It worked and he then drop-kicked her right over the top part near her collarbone. She fell backward out of the ring with his added weight. He fell off once her back touched outside the ring.

I'm lucky I'm not light. He thought to himself, thought compared to a naga's lower half, he wasn’t much as they were generally packed with muscle. It led their upper bodies to be a big weakness. He hated that Lev didn’t seem to be hindered in his matches. It was understandable as it was somewhat embarrassing and given that it was strength oriented plus random limitations made people not enjoy it. Alexander knew a lot more monsters signed up for the magic inclusion one tomorrow though.

Soon…it began. 

They stood at opposites sides of the rin, once the ref started it Lev held his arms up, inviting him. Alexander received a Grapple only clause, while Lev had to knock Alexander out of the ring using his legs. So, the headstrong went forward as he wouldn’t let Lev get away with teasing him. 

And though Alexander was pretty strong, Lev was arguably stronger. He stopped Alexander from tackling him outside of the arena.

His tail wrapped around one of Alexander's arms breaking his own stance before he kicked him in his chest. His already cracked glasses were knocked off. Alexander nearly slipped out but stopped just short. Alexander squinted up, dodging another kick from Lev who didn’t wait around. He threw himself up and grabbed up Lev's leg, trying to take him down but his tail got in the way. It kept him from falling completely. He hopped once on his foot, then threw the one Alexander didn’t hold up under his chin. It clenched, but he didn't let go and whipped Lev away as hard as he could, while his head throbbed more than it did earlier with the headbutt. 

Alexander stumbled as Lev got up. That fucker. He ran at him again, even though his balance wasn’t the best. Lev looked ready to strike him but Alexander did something he hadn’t done the whole competition, he combat rolled to get behind Lev dodging his next whip cracking kick. 

And before Lev could turn to him, Alexander grabbed his tail spikes and all. They were close to the line, so as he yanked Lev it made him lose his balance and wince with the heavy pull. 

Though the buzzer went off before Alexander fully threw Lev out. And Alexander realized why, when he saw the stance he had put his foot past the line. 

He was told to let go and did so. FUCK!

...

Lynette

That didn’t exactly look friendly. I thought.

"What happened?" I asked, wondering why it was called off.

"Alexander stepped over the line." Drake replied. 

Zilla was still holding her chest as if she was the one Alexander drop kicked earlier. Claudia looked ecstatic and cheered at them as they both came back to us. 

Alexander held his busted glasses in his palm, his eyes glowed, rewinding over them until they were repaired. He put them back on.

Lev patted Alexander’s shoulder as Alexander went to his normal magus height and Lev his human case. 

"Don't look so mad about losing, Alexander.~"

"I would have won and you know it, asshole!"

“I was as surprised as Lev was when you got behind him.” Zilla chuckled, "it’s crazy to see that you do sometimes think things through.”

Alexander grit his teeth and pointed back to the ring, "do you want to go in there with me right now, Zilla, I’ll whip your ass too."

"If you're willing to let me eat you if you lose, sure.~"

Alexander was about to open his mouth but Viola beat him to the punch.

"Alexander, you'd prove her point if you say yes."

He angrily laughed, "I'D WIN!"

"Would you?" Zilla teased, "how confident are you, wend-Auwh!” An unexpected cute squeak left Zilla’s mouth as Viola picked her up. 

“Nope, I’ve spoken." 

Zilla pushed at her body, "Viola! Put me down or I’ll change right now!”

“I’ll have Alexander stop your case from breaking,” Viola threatened. “And if Edgar asks why he did it, I’ll explain that you were trying to EAT him during the festival and not enjoying it as he asked!" Viola held her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“That’s-” I never heard Zilla sound so defeated. “Okay, okay…”

Viola sighed, "now we're gonna go look at other events and then meet up with the morning crew for dinner." She ordered us.

And no one argued, except for Zilla who Viola refused to put down for her punishment. 

…

Thank you for reading! :D Have a gouda day! (Nonnegotiable, if you're lactose intolerant, you're about to be in a lot of pain, sorry, not sorry. Lol).

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[nyaselfshipcorner]

Extremely self indulgent movie "not-a-date" scenario [SFW]

"Suko, do you want to go see that movie with me Friday night?"

Nagato's voice repeated in the med-nin's head all day long. This is all he could think about ever since Nagato asked him that a few days prior. Of course he said yes. Spending time with Nagato was one of the highest joy he experienced. Nagato told him Konan and Yahiko were leaving for a mission so they wouldn't be there with them. And no one else was available to come, not even Daina, the akatsuki's film nerd. They would be just the two of them.

Suko finished tidying up the infirmary before excitedly leaving to get ready.

They never really got out much, so they struggled putting together a nice outfit for the date. Suko surprised themself with that thought and had to shake some sense into their brain.

"Nonononono, don't think of it as a date, it's not a date, just a friendly outing."

And yet, Suko wanted to look as nice as possible for Nagato.

At 6pm, Suko arrived at the rendezvous place, in front of the cinema, nervously playing with their hair. They had decided to tie it into a messy bun, their front bangs still free. They had thought since Nagato liked Konan a whole lot, imitating her hairstyle could be a good idea.

Nagato arrived soon after looking around for Suko. When their eyes met, Suko saw him freeze with wide eyes before coming closer.

"Suko, you look... Very nice. This is so different from what you usually wear I almost wasn't sure that was you at first."

Suko giggled, happy to have provoked that reaction. He was wearing a light yellow raincoat over a grey blouse tucked into a dark blue skirt. He didn't wear skirts often, but he thought he would be appropriate for a date.

"This is the first time I see you wearing a skirt I think. You look good in it."

Suko was so happy to receive these compliments from him. They were also overjoyed to notice Nagato had dressed up too. He was wearing a dark brown haori over a teal shirt and black pants. These colors looked so nice with his vibrant red hair.

"Nagato you look so nice too."

Just as he hoped, Nagato blushed a little and smiled from being complimented.

The two of them bought their tickets and bought a bucket of popcorn before sitting in the dark theater in one of the middle row. The room was almost empty.

The movie started, Suko had already ate almost half of the popcorn.

"Nagato don't hesitate to take some... Sorry I'm terrible I just keep eating them."

"That's okay, I'm glad that you're enjoying it."

"Still, dont feel like you have to leave it all to me, take some too."

Nagato chuckled and took a handful to reassure them.

And so Suko put the bowl in between them to encourage him to take more.

What Suko dreamed of happening eventually happened, they both reached for it at the same time. Both distracted by the movie playing, they didn't notice it about to happen and their hand met in the sugary bucket, making them both shiver and looked at each other. They both retracted their hand, their fingers gently brushing against each other as they did, then stared at each other, flustered.

"I'm sorry i-"

"No, no, it's me. Go ahead."

Suko had felt his heart take off when their hands met. It would be very hard to forget the sensation and focus back on the movie.

The bucket was eventually emptied with their common effort, and Suko now felt sleepy. They probably didn't get enough sleep last night... And the food and dark room made it hard to stay awake. The cinema seat didn't feel comfy enough suddenly, they felt their head naturally wanting to rest against Nagato.

Suko violently pushed away that idea, why would he do that. They were just friends. Nagato wouldn't let him.

Or would he?... After all friends can rest on each other it's not that weird.

Nagato noticed him being sleepy, and gently he passed his arm around Suko, holding his head and gently nudging him to lean against him.

"You can put your head against me if you want. You'd be comfier that way."

Suko couldn't believe that just happened. He rested his head against Nagato as he still had his arm around him. Their heart was being loud, it definitely wasn't a dream.

Nagato felt glad he managed to make this move, but that's as far as he dared to take things tonight. Both of them managed to focus on the movie somehow, despite their fluttering heart and the overwhelming happiness they were feeling.

After the movie ended, they had to go out in the cold night. The sun had set and the rain was pouring lightly. Nagato opened his umbrella and covered both of them with it.

"Can I walk you home, Suko?"

"I'd love to yeah."

Suko was so happy he asked. Not only did he felt nervous walking back home alone in that outfit, he also really wanted to spend more time with him. They discussed the movie as they walked, their pace as slow as possible.

But eventually they reached Suko's flat door.

"This was really nice. I like hanging out with you Nagato. Love to do it with the others but... It's also nice just the two of us."

The redhead was grinning, blushing a little.

"It was so nice to be just with you, yeah."

A silence then followed, as they both awkwardly looked at each other. Suko would have loved to invite him in. To keep talking with him all night long, even invite him to stay for the night. But it was too early. And Suko was too shy to even dare ask anything. Nagato was dying to be asked to stay too, but he wasn't that much brave in relationships. He timidly smiled once more.

"Well then... Goodnight Suko. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, see you tomorrow, Nagato."

Suko put the key in the door as Nagato started to walk away. Then he stopped, his heart craving one last exchange with Nagato before he left.

"N-Nagato, wait !"

The redhead turned around, intrigued and hopeful. Suko ran to him and hugged him which made him blush. Holding tightly for a few minutes, Suko pushed his last efforts for one more thing.

Pulling on his haori to make him lean down a little, Suko pressed a kiss on his left cheek. Nagato froze down for a lil while, cheeks burning and mouth agape, processing what just happened. He then pulled Suko back into a hug, and both of them stayed like this under the rain for a little while, not wanting to let go of each others.

Suko eventually let go, looking at him one last time before getting back home.

"See you tomorrow Nagato, get back home safe!"

He smiled, one of his terribly cute warm smile and waved back at Suko walking to his flat.

"Sleep well Suko, see you tomorrow."

[oh-katsuki]

thinkin’ about big brother bakugou coming home drunk to fuck his pretty little stepsister 

tw: stepcest, dub/noncon, drug use, breeding, finger choking, creampie, aged-up characters

MINORS DNI

step brother bakugou who loves his new little sister so much. she’s only a few years younger than him, college age and quirkless, living in the family home with him as he tries to get his start as a pro-hero. with his flashy quirk, its not hard to quickly move through the ranks, but he finds each day testing his patience a little more. 

he finds himself disappointed when he doesn’t get home in time for dinner or before you head to bed. bakugou hates missing out on seeing you shuffle down the hall in those hot pink panties and oversize top. you think he doesn’t notice when you do it, too lazy to toss on pajama bottoms as you go to use the bathroom or brush your teeth, but he does. bakugou always sees you through the crack in his door, body leaning gently against the frame so as to not disturb it. 

it became somewhat of a sinful nightly routine, watching you in the bathroom through the crack, palming himself through his shorts as you lean over the vanity to apply some skin cream he didn’t give a fuck about. until his hours got longer and suddenly he only saw you on weekends.

it wasn’t all bad though, because now his pretty little sister wanted to spend her saturdays with him on the couch, which means katsuki gets to watch you slut around the house in those tiny sleep shorts. he wanted you so bad that it hurt, gut twisting, constantly needing to adjust himself in his pants because everything you did got him riled up. what’s worse is that once he got to know you better, he found that you were quite a doting sister, hanging off his arm and asking to sit in his lap. 

fuck, you drove him crazy with want. it was ridiculous how whipped he was  at the prospect of getting a taste of the pretty cunt between your legs. he’d do anything if it meant he got to fuck you stupid, do anything if it meant he’d get to keep those boys you call friends the fuck away from you. katsuki swears that if you weren’t his little sister, if it weren’t so taboo, that he’d have you under him every fucking day. 

sure, he felt guilty about it, but in the end he chalked it up to human nature. katsuki couldn’t even try denying his attraction to you because he thinks that anyone who isn’t is a fucking idiot. god, he’d have to be brain dead to not want to stink his cock between your thighs and fuck you silly. and he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. 

you thought your new big brother was... needlessly attractive. he made your tummy twist into knots each time he got close, each time you got a whiff of the unique smell his quirk gave off after a day of hero work. so foreboding and with such a presence, not to mention that he was huge and looked at you like he was ready to devour you. and fuck, that uniform. just the thought of it had you creaming yourself nightly to the thought of him, fingers prodding at your puffy clit until it was sore. 

so it was safe to say that by the time he paid the price of fame and his hours got upped again, the tension between you two was insurmountable and katsuki was at his wits end. he was hanging on by a thread, fucking his fist to the thought of you asleep in bed down the hall, what you might look like crying beneath him while he stuffs you full of his thick cock. 

it was filthy, the way his mind ran wild each night, so wild that he swore he could hear you purring and keening in your room at night, whining his name. maybe you did the same, he thought, hand slipping beneath his waistband. maybe you fucked yourself on those little fingers of yours, whining because they could never fill you up like your big brother can. 

however, all of that wanting came to an end after a particularly long night of drinking. 

katsuki didn’t drink often unless it was the occasional beer before dinner, but tonight he was invited out with some colleagues and decided fuck it. he’d spent so many of the previous evenings frustrated out of his mind, spilling over his chest and fucking himself out to the thought of you. he knows that as soon as he walks into the house, he’d be filled with that same frustration. so he stays out, accompanying red riot and deku for drinks. 

saying he got carried away was an understatement, even to the point that kirishima was giggling through a drunken haze at just how loose katsuki had gotten. by the time he left the bar, his head was so fuzzy with alcohol that he couldn’t see straight, parting from his friends with a gentle wave. 

n then he came home to you, shutting the door to the house as silently as possible, locking it before heading up the stairs to where he knew you’d be sleeping. he was too drunk to think about what he was doing, all he knew was that he needed you, needed to feel you, fill you up. so he cracked your door open and there you were, splayed across the bed, t shirt riding up your abdomen and little panties exposed to the cold air of the room which grew thick in an instant. 

katsuki could see the wet spot on you as he locked the door and padded into the room, no doubt leftover from the way you’d desperately humped your fingers to the thought of him earlier in the night. he leaned over you, hands kneading the flesh of your thighs as he called your name to rouse you from sleep. 

“katsu...?” you mumbled, squinting in the dark to see his figure hovering over you. “w-what’s wrong?”

fuck, you sounded so innocent, so fucking tempting with that little upward lilt in your voice, heavy with sleep.

“want you... so fuckin’ bad.” he slurred his words slightly, dragging his hand up the inside of your thigh before resting over your crotch. 

“katsu, no... we shouldn’t.” you said in a hushed whisper, eyes widening as they darted to the bolted door. “my dad is down the hall... it’s wrong.” 

“but do you want me?” he asked, insisting, crimson eyes staring past you and scanning over your body. his fingers pressed against your entrance through your panties, earning himself a whine muffled by closed lips. “I think ya do.” 

n you looked up at him with wide eyes, head falling back before you took your lip between your teeth and nodded slowly, a whimper falling from your lips. katsuki was on you faster than you could register, his fingers pulling your panties to the side roughly, calloused digits working against your clit and feeling just how slicked up you’d become. 

“so fuckin’ wet.” he growled into your ear, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking cunt, curling upwards. 

god, you were tight. like a fucking virgin as he plunged his fingers into you, roughly spreading your thighs apart so he could get better access as he held his weight up on his other arm. 

“k-katsu... w-wait!” you squeaked out, hand grabbing his forearm as he pumped his fingers inside of you. 

it was fast, overwhelming and entirely too much. though you couldn’t deny that it was exactly the way you’d expected katsu to fuck and god, you were salivating, legs already beginning to tremble.

he couldn’t wait though, so fucking desperate for you as he finger fucks you into silence, kissing you with a rough tongue that lacks the delicate touch of the other boys you’ve kissed. katsuki just loves his little sister too much to stop before she’s creamed on his fingers. he waited far too long for this to not watch her come undone over and over again. 

“y’gonna cum? dirty fuckin’ girl, so pretty.” he babbled as he watched you, your breath picking up as climbed to your orgasm, legs shifting on the bed. he brought his thumb down to your clit, eyeing you. “c’mon, show big brother how this pussy creams.” 

n you do, like a good fuckin’ girl. you cream over his fingers with a whine while his free hand comes to soothe your hair down as he fucks you through it, fingers never leaving that spongey spot inside of you. 

“that’s a good girl,” he coos. “gonna give me another, yeah? on m’fuckin’ tongue?” 

and katsuki drops down, lifting your hips from the bed and connecting his lips to the little bud between your legs, tongue dipping to tease at your cute hole. he can feel the way your legs tremble as he holds you up to make a meal out of you, the little gasps and whines that break from your lips as he explores you with his tongue only drive him to press the pad of it to your hardened clit. 

he’s rough with it and with no regard for your previous orgasm, threatening to bring you to another as he slides his fingers back into you. 

“so wet f’me.” he practically moans into you. “tastes so fuckin’ good. could stay in front of this pretty pussy all day.” 

his eyes meet yours, watching your expression, catching your embarrassed gaze as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. 

“this is my pussy, right?” he mumbles into you. “all fuckin’ mine now.”

n you nod, so close to spilling over the edge, so stupid on his tonuge that you can’t focus. you’ll say anything if it means that he’ll plug you with the thick stretch of his cock. katsuki groans into you, sending vibrations through your leaking cunt and pushing you well over the edge, your hand flying over your mouth to silence yourself. 

before you can register it, he’s back over you, eyes drinking in your figure. 

“gonna have to shut you the fuck up, huh?” he growls, lining himself up with your entrance and sliding his thick digits into your mouth. “gonna have to be quiet if you want this cock.” 

you nod in obedience, taking his fingers into your mouth and letting him gag you while he spears you through, stretching you open with the fill of your step brother’s length. n katsuki finally gets to fuck his pretty little sister, fuck her stupid with her panties sloppily pushed to the side because he was too fuckin’ excited to pull them off. gets to watch her cream over his cock over and over again, until he was sure that everyone in the house knew just who was fuckin’ her so well. 

katsuki stuffs you full, fills you with him, breeds that tight little cunt of yours with a groan and a mutter of oh fuck, fuck yeah take it. take m’fuckin’ cum, dirty bitch. 

a/n: wrote this this morning because I couldn’t get it out of my head

[metalbuckaroo]

🍒Be Good🍒

💋 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

🍒 WARNINGS// Smut, cursing, oral (m receiving), bucky being nervous and cocky all at once, a smidgen of subby bucky, big dick bucky, i think that's it.

💋 AU// Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

🍒 NOTE// OK, finally it's done 😅

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest

"Why are we here, exactly?" Bucky asked as the two of you walked into the shop that was filled with different sets of lingerie, sex toys and other things meant for sexual pleasure.

"If you're still serious about doing the video, we gotta get stuff to hide who you are." You shrugged, wandering towards a rack that held masks. "Well, I'm not very sure how many people have metal arms. It'll be kinda obvious."

"Nothing a jacket and some gloves won't fix."

You had expected Bucky to change his mind the next day, but so far he hadn't. He wouldn't say it outloud, but the thought excited him.

Even though you had told him there wasn't any actual sex involved, he just thought about the way your lips were going to feel around him and the glossy red lipstick you had worn in the videos would smudge against his skin and off of your lips.

"How about this one?" He pulled his gaze away from your lips to look at the black mask you held in your hand. "Would I be able to breathe in that thing?" He chuckled, taking it from you. "Well, yeah. There's holes."

Bucky lifted the mask to his face, holding it in place as he looked at you. The rubbery plastic covering from his nose down, leaving his denim blues visible.

Your lips curled up in a smile, raising your eyebrows. "You have really beautiful eyes." Bucky laughed lightly at the compliment, tossing the mask into the basket you were holding. "Thanks, cherry."

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Bucky's head was swarming with thoughts as he sat on your bed that had been covered with a large throw blanket, the backdrop blocking the off white color of the walls and your headboard.

You stood in front of him, one of his t-shirts covering the lingerie set you wore as you set up a tripod. "Okay, stand up." You said with a soft smile, clipping the garter belt to the stockings and looking to him.

Dropping to your knees one at a time once he stood, Bucky sucked in a sharp breath when your fingers worked at the button of his jeans. "I thought you said that pictures were first?" He said, exhaling slowly. "They are, but pants aren't required."

He nodded, his cock already stirring in his jeans at the sight of you on your knees in front of him- tugging the tight fabric down his legs so he could kick them off. "Just one last thing-"

Goosebumps raised on his skin when your lips pressed to his hip bone just above the band of his briefs. A bright red lipstick print gracing the skin when you pulled away and stood with a proud smile.

Sitting back down on the bed, Bucky cleared his throat. "Now what?"

Your foot pushed his apart, trying to keep your eyes away from the bulge in his underwear as he leaned back on his forearms. "Just relax." You shrugged, adjusting the leather jacket to show more of his bare stomach and making sure the metal of his left shoulder wasn't visible, before handing him the mask to put on.

He heard a few shutter clicks after you went back behind the camera, watching as you pressed a few buttons then took the few steps back to him.

"Get 'em?" Bucky said, swallowing thickly when you moved to straddle his lap. "Hands here." You moved his gloved hands to hold your backside, his fingers pushing the hem of the shirt up a little. "You sure?"

Bucky hated that he was showing how nervous he was to be in such close quarters, he'd wanted this since the day you moved in.

"Bucky, if you're not sure about doing this we can stop." You said, leaning away a little to look at him. "It's not that-" he shook his head, words slightly muffled by the rubbery plastic covering the lower half of his face. "I wanna do this."

He cleared his throat and gathered all of the confidence he had as he shifted under you slightly. Your hands resting on his shoulders as his gave a soft squeeze to the supple flesh of your ass, biting back a groan when you brushed the erection straining against his briefs.

A few more shutter clicks and you stood, Bucky finally taking a deep breath to calm the pounding in his chest.

"This seems a little unfair." He said, watching you lean to get your mask from the dresser. "How's that?" You mused, cocking an eyebrow at him

Bucky leaned forward to toy with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. "Take it off." His husky tone sent a shiver down your spine. Thought you tried to hide it by gripping the bottom of the shirt, lifting it up and over your head before dropping it to the floor.

You could feel his slate blue eyes piercing through you, his breathing uneven as his gaze raked over the way the two piece, lacy and white lingerie fit your body as you stood behind the camera again.

"Ready?" Bucky swallowed thickly and nodded, not looking from you as you sunk down to your knees again. Reciting the rules you told him yesterday in his head.

'No kissing, it's too intimate, and be good.'

He lifted his hips enough for you to pull his briefs down his thighs, your breath catching in your throat when his erection sprung out. Long and thick, the tip red and swollen, like it was aching to be touched.

More confidence washed through Bucky at your expression, lips parted as you pumped your hand along his shaft a few times. Eyes flicking up to meet his as your tongue poked out to catch a bead of precum leaking down from the slit, eliciting a low groan from him.

Moaning softly at the salty taste tainting your tastebuds, your lips wrapped around the bulbous head. Glossy red lipstick smudging to the skin just like Bucky had pictured it would.

It didn't take much for Bucky to fall into the rhythm and completely forget about the camera pointed at the two of you. Wanton moans and pants leaving his lips, muffled by the mask but still very audible.

His hand holding the back of your head as you swallowed him down to his base, drool leaking around your lips and down your chin as you squeezed the thick muscles on his thigh- moaning around him

Bucky was already so close from the feeling of your throat constricting around him, he wasn't sure how he fit but he didn't care, it felt amazing.

His body relaxed when you pulled away to take a few gasps of air as you fisted over him. "C'mon, cherry..." he panted, stroking the back of your head, knowing he couldn't tug the hair due to it being a wig.

He was trying to listen to your rule about being good, resisting the urge to fuck up into the warmth of your mouth or rut his hips onto your hand.

But, the manicured hand he had thought so much about was finally wrapped around his cock and he didn't know how much control he had left.

"Remember, you gotta be a good boy." You teased when you leaned up to talk in his ear, smirking when his cock twitched in your hand.

"Fuck-" Bucky said in a low, drawn out moan when you took him in your mouth again, moving your hand to gently roll his balls in your palm as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

His eyebrows knitted together, hair fallen forward and partially shielded his face as his hooded eyes watched your every move.

You felt his balls and muscles in his thigh start to tight in your hands, his hand slipping down to hold the back of your neck when your cheeks hollowed to take more of him.

"Oh- fucking shit-" he hissed before a string of Russian curses poured out of his mouth, his release shooting down your throat.

The wicked smirk that plastered across your face when you pulled off of him made Bucky shudder, the grip on the back of your neck loosening. Watching you with a dazed look as you stood.

Bucky stood from the bed once he got his bearings again, pulling the mask off and cupping over himself as if you hadn't just swallowed his spend. "What about you?"

Lifting your head to look at him as you started to put the stuff away, you shrugged. "That wasn't part of the agreement."

He felt bad that he wasn't going to return the favor, noticing how your slick had soaked through the fabric of your lingerie. "But, you-"

You pecked a kiss to his cheek and patted his red tinted chest. "Just take the win, Buck."

As much as you wanted to, you were ready to cross that line yet. Maybe another day, but for now- the sated look on Bucky's face was enough for you.

Bucky cleared his throat and nodded, leaving your room and making his way to the bathroom for a shower.

He glanced down at the red lipstick smears when he shut the bathroom door, letting out a heavy sigh as he pulled the velcro straps of the leather gloves and tugged them off.

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After both of you had showers and changed, Bucky stood in the kitchen with you as you cooked dinner. Trying not to think too hard about what happened less than an hour ago.

"Y'know, I didn't know you can speak Russian." You grinned, leaning back against the counter across from him. "Now you do." He said, lifting the beer bottle to his lips.

He knew what you were about to say from the teasing smirk that tugged you lips. "You liked being called a good boy, didn't you, James?" You cooed, stepping closer. "Shut the hell up." He muttered, looking to the floor.

Your arms went around his neck loosely, smiling up at him as your fingers messed with some of his long hair. "Awe, you did." You giggled, Bucky rolling his eyes at you. "You're gonna burn the food."

Bucky looked over his shoulder when the front door opened, Sam walking in. "Oh, fuck me." He groaned, turning so Sam couldn't see the strain in his briefs you caused from such a small amount of touch. "What are you two up to?"

"Dinner- stop barging in." Bucky snapped, eyes following his friend as he walked towards the fridge. "Yeah, not gonna happen. Steve is still whining about Peggy." Sam said the name in a mocking tone, holding a beer out towards Bucky. "I'm in my underwear and I'm not your personal bottle opener."

Raising his eyebrows, Sam nodded his head towards the bottle in his hand. Bucky taking it to pop the lid off with his silvery hand.

"Didn't they end it like- a month ago?" You asked, not looking from the pan on the stove. "Mhm, I don't think it will ever stop."

"Give him time, heartbreak isn't easy." You shrugged, a chuckle coming from both Sam and Bucky. "Someone break your heart? Please, cherry, they'd be stupid." Bucky mused, making your heart flutter in your chest.

"That's sweet, but everyone gets their heartbroken at some point." You pointed the spatula at him and he out his hands up in defense. "Ok, ok. Don't spank me." He laughed, the playful look in his eyes making you smile.

"Don't tempt me, I will."

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