#v. [ Hey...Let's play a lying game! ]

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She pours in a bunch of small cans and tubs of powder energy drinks into her espresso, then a quick shot of another espresso, mixes them with her spoon and then, she chugs it, immediately.

[delilahsturniolo]

CHRIS OR MATT FUCKING THE ATTITUDE OUT OF THE READER NEOWWWWWWWW

(you ask i deliver 🫡)

fix that attitude

in which: Chris doesn’t like your attitude, so he fixes it himself.

this story contains: SMUTT, hair pulling, teasing, pet names, little use of bondage, p in v, slight orgasm denial, fluff, aftercare.

written by @delilahsturniolo

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we’d still worship this love

even if its a false god

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7:35 PM…

I laid in Chris’s bed, watching as he played Fortnite on his computer. His eyes were glued to the screen, he hadn’t paid attention to me all day. I knew he had no intentions of ignoring me or anything, he was just busy with the channel and filming.

But me being me, I wanted to be petty about it.

“Chrisss…” I whined like a toddler. Chris pulled off his headset only halfway and turned his head to look at me. “What’s up baby?” He asked, briefly looking over at me before turning back to his game.

“I wanna cuddle.” I huffed in annoyance, crossing my arms as I sat up in his bed. Chris chuckled lightly.

“Not right now, love. I’m a little busy.” Chris replied, I groaned in annoyance before speaking up again.

“Yeah, like always.” I scoffed. Chris paused his game and took off his headset, spinning around in his chair. “What was that?” He asked, as if he didn’t hear what I said.

“You heard me.” I rolled my eyes at him, which was a huge mistake. He got up off of his gaming chair and walked to the edge of the bed, next to where I was sitting.

“Don’t roll your fucking eyes at me.” Chris demanded, his voice filled with lust and dominance as he looked down at me.

“I can do whatever the hell I want, Chris.” I spoke up defiantly.

“Oh yeah? You think you can run your pretty little mouth off?” He asked, leaning down to my level. I would be lying if I said this wasn’t attractive.

“Whatever.” I scoffed, looking away from him. Chris grabbed my chin tightly, forcing me to look at him. His cold ringed hand traveled down to my neck, grasping it.

“Listen to me. Fix that attitude or I’ll fix it for you, yeah?” Chris’s demeanor immediately changed. He wasn’t that sweet and bubbly Chris anymore. His words made my heart race even faster, I simply just glared at him.

I was about to make another comment when I heard Nick’s voice boom from downstairs. “Chris, come on! We gotta film the car video!” Nick called out from downstairs.

Chris groaned and let go of my neck. “I’ll deal with you later.” He spoke, it sounded like a promise more than a statement. My eyes followed him as he shut off his computer, grabbing his jacket and phone as he left the room.

I let out a loud sigh and let my head fall onto one of Chris’s pillows.

9:02 PM…

I listened as the pouring rain clattered against the windows. I sat in the living room, watching TV as I embraced the silence. But eventually the peace was interrupted.

I heard keys jangling through the front door. The triplets were back. Matt was the first to enter with Nick and Chris behind him. “Hey y/n!” Matt said. “Hi Matt.” I politely waved.

Chris spotted me and walked over to me, flopping down on the couch next to me. He put his hand on my thigh, rubbing it gently. “Whatcha watching?” He asked, looking at the screen.

“Nothing.” I shrugged, not even batting him an eye. He raised an eyebrow.

“What’s your deal?” Chris looked at me, analyzing all my features as his eyes ran up and down my face. I turned to look at him, moving my thigh away from his hand. “I dunno.” I rolled my eyes once more.

“Watch the fucking attitude with me.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

That was all it took for Chris to snap. He narrowed his eyes at me before grabbing my wrist, pulling me to his bedroom. “Chris! Let go!” I complained.

He pulled me into the bedroom and closed the door, pushing me onto the bed. I laid on my back as he towered over me. “Shut the fuck up.” He spoke, his patience fading.

I gasped as he wasted no time undressing me. He hooked his thumbs on the waistband of my pajama pants and pulled it completely off of me.

“No underwear hm?” Chris scoffed as he looked at my bare pussy, pulling my shirt over my head and unclasping my bra, throwing all my clothes into a messy pile across the room.

“So fucking desperate.” Chris chuckled darkly, slapping one of my tits. I gasped at the contact of his hand.

“Please…” I whined underneath him. His hands traveled down my stomach and my thighs, passing my pussy straight.

“You think you deserve it? You think you deserve to be fucked?” Chris questioned, his hands still teasing me, coming close but not touching where I needed him most.

I shook my head, my breathing hitched as his thumb grazed my clit.

“So wet for me…” Chris said as his thumb began rubbing circles on my clit, sending me over the edge. I arched against his touch

Chris suddenly gripped my hips, flipping me over on my stomach and moving me so I was on all fours. I heard him unbuckle his belt as he took off his pants and boxers from behind me, Chris grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back, wrapping the belt around them tightly.

I gasped as he slammed into me full force, giving me no time to adjust as his thrusts only grew faster. I screamed as he went deeper and deeper, earning a smack to my ass.

“What happened to all that mouth you had earlier huh?” Chris commented sarcastically, not bothering to slow down his thrusts.

“N-need to cum..” I slurred between my moans, the pleasure continuing to course through my body.

“Don’t even think about it.” Chris ordered, his hand went to my hair as he yanked it, lifting my head up from the sheets. “What?” I scoffed in disbelief.

“Beg for it, then maybe.” He smirked.

“Please! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to give you attitude..please!” I begged pathetically. Chris placed a hand on my back, causing me to arch further.

“Go ahead.”

I released, feeling the knot in my stomach burst. Chris’s thrusts slowed down as he also came, pulling out of me. I collapsed onto the bed, Chris reached to untie my wrists. Afterward he collapsed right next to me on the bed.

I rolled onto my back, catching my breath. My body relaxed as I felt Chris place a hand on my stomach, the other hand going into my hair. He ran his fingers through it comfortingly. “Are you okay baby?” Chris whispered softly.

“Mhm…” I muttered in exhaustion. Chris smiled and leaned over to kiss my cheek.

“Let me clean you up mkay?” Chris insisted. He got up off the bed and went into the bathroom. He came back with a damp towel and grabbed a water bottle off of his side table.

He gently pushed my legs apart, kneeling down on the bed. He moved the towel between my thighs, causing me to wince.

“I know sweetheart, I know. This will only take a second okay?” Chris reassured me, continuing to dab the towel against my core and inner thighs.

When Chris was finished, he helped me sit up. He handed me the water bottle and I took a few sips, Chris went into his closet and picked up one of his shirts and a pajama pants.

Suddenly, I felt a pit in my gut. I needed to apologize to Chris about the way I was acting. “Chris?” I called out, he came out of his closet and set the clothes on the bed. “What’s up love?” Chris replied.

“I’m sorry for being so bratty earlier, I was just upset because I wanted your attention.” I apologized, Chris’s expression softened.

“Y/n, you don’t need to be sorry. It’s okay. I love your attitude.” Chris blurted out.

I laughed, a smile creeping up on my face. “What?” I chuckled.

“What? It’s attractive.” Chris shrugged, grabbing the pajama pants and pulling it up my hips and legs. I lifted my arms up as Chris pulled the shirt over my head, pulling my arms through the sleeves.

After Chris finished changing me I laid back down in the bed, Chris came next to me, covering me with the blanket.

“Comfy?” He asked me. I nodded my head. Chris pulled me against his chest, I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck. I immediately dozed off.

Chris pressed a light kiss to my forehead and muttered a small “I love you” before shutting his eyes and letting the exhaustion take over him as well.

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AUTHORS NOTE 💌

first smut fic! hope u liked it anon! <3

i also added false god as the song because i wanna have a make out session to that song. 😅

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© delilahsturniolo

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why does your best friend's older brother have to be so hot?? :(((

☆ suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.1) ☆

cw: smuut! p in v, v fingering, fluffy, lowk sweet, implied virgin reader, unprotected sex.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

you sigh at the empty water bottle on the nightstand. you look over at your best friend, ami. she was fast asleep. you smiled, glad you were able to visit her on your break from university. you were grateful her parents let you stay over while they were out of the country for some sort of work meeting.

back to the important matter, your thirst. you slowly get up, trying not to wake your dark haired bestfriend. grabbing the tin water bottle and tiptoeing downstairs, making sure to close the door to her bedroom quietly on the way out.

you walk through the familiar halls of the house you’ve known since you were young. all the lights were off except the kitchen light.

walking in, you notice your bestfriend’s hot ass older brother, rintarou, leaning against the kitchen island on his phone. he was wearing his usual loose sweatpants, and a tight fitting t-shirt from your old highschool. it used to be loose on him, it was clear he’s been working out more and gained more muscle. his head perks up, he pauses whatever he was watching and speaks.

“hey, didn’t think anyone was still awake.” his voice is low and a little hushed.

you don’t notice the way his eyes go to your attire, small little sleep shorts and a tank top.

you notice he’s heating something up in the microwave as you reach the fridge, unscrewing the cap to your water bottle to refill it. you watch as the bottle slowly fills, talking to him.

“ami fell asleep and i was thirsty. she always passes out so fast” you softly chuckle. she was always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, even in your childhood. girl was a deep sleeper.

“mmm” he simply hums, returning back to looking at his phone.

you turn back to face him, taking a refreshing sip of water.

“whatcha watchin?” you lean on your elbows against the counter, peering over at him.

your relationship with suna rintarou was…. friendly to say the least. he was only a year older than you and ami, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a (fat) crush on him since middle school.

you remembered the exact moment your crush on him had started. you and ami were twelve and rintarou was thirteen. you were at the suna’s family beach house for summer break.

you and ami relaxed in the sun, reading your assigned reading books together and laughing over how dumb you guys thought the plot was.

“seriously, this guy is so lame. he just mopes around and smokes cigarettes all day. dude’s gonna have lung problems” ami rolled her eyes at a certain line of the book.

you giggled and opened your mouth to say something to agree. until a volleyball came flying at you full speed. your eyes widened and you just froze. you two were aware rintarou and some of his friends were playing a game of beach volleyball a few feet away.

you flinched and put your arms up quickly in defense, but never felt impact. you look up to see a teenage rintarou who dived to grab the ball before it hit you.

“you good?” he called your name to get your attention. you just nodded, hiding the flushed state of you face with your book. he made a comment on how he read it in english class last year and if you needed any help on the work, he had your back.

“go away, rin. she doesn’t need your c- average help” his sister retorted as he walked back to his friends. he turned his head to give a small chuckle. you never forgot his smile since then.

back in the present, he takes his eyes off his video for a moment to look back at you.

“my game replays. hey, come watch this and tell me if you think furuhashi fucked us over with this serve” he did a ‘come here’ motion. you were at his side within a moment.

you peered at the phone screen over his shoulder. his phone looked so small compared to his large hands. he replayed the video for you to watch. you focused on the teamate he pointed to and it looked like he did a purposefully bad set, aiming right at the opponents head.

“ouch. seemed like he had personal beef with number eight….” your face scrunched in the way the opponent immediently fell to the floor from such a powerful blow.

“yeah, dude let his emotions get the best of him and got the rest of us in trouble with the ref for it” he shuts his phone off, sighing.

“you have another game next week, right? ami wanted me to go check you guys out.” you grab your bottle from the counter.

taking another sip of water, a small droplet spills past your mouth, down your neck, and disapears into the curve of your breasts. you notice the way his eyes follow the bead of water.

his eyes meet yours. and before he can open his mouth, the microwave beeps loudly. he quickly gets up to take the food out with a quick curse, hoping the obnoxious beeping didn’t wake anyone up.

he takes the steaming plate out of the appliance. you notice he heated up some cold pizza you guys ordered earlier in the night.

your eyes go back to his broad shoulders and arms, down to his large veiny hands. he’d matured a lot more since you’d seen him last.

you caught yourself staring, starting to feel a little awkward. you suddenly start to get a little hot, despite what little clothes you wore. you step away to leave the kitchen. your thoughts ran rampet of his hands. you pictured them touching your hair, your arms, your-

“where are you going?” his eyes are only on you now, his arms leaning against the counter to look at you.

“i- um should probably get back to ami” you gulp.

“why? isn’t she asleep? come hangout with your real favorite suna” he smirks, taking a peice of the hot pizza into his mouth.

you roll your eyes and fake scoff.

“don’t let your sister hear you say that, she might believe it” you cross your arms, eyeing him.

he swallowed, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling.

“i mean, it’s the truth. isn’t it?” god he was so cocky today. but you loved it.

“and what makes you think that, rin?” you played along. you step a little closer, this time you lean your elbows on the counter facing him. accidentally giving him a front row view of your cleavage through your thin top.

you see the way his eyes drop to your tits. oh you had him.

“cause, you think i’m cuter” his eyes flicker back to your own. he shrugs casually, a smug smirk on his face. his food now forgotten in his mind. only thing he wanted now was you.

“sure, whatever you want to think.” you sarcastically remark back.

he laughs, circling the kitchen island so now you had nothing between you except about a foot of space.

“oh i don’t have to think it, pretty. i know it” shit, he was getting closer and your heart was only beating faster.

“you’re delusional, rintarou.” you aren’t laughing anymore, smile fading to a more serious demeanor. you were nervous and he could tell.

he smiles, running a calloused finger down your arm. it left a trail of fire down your skin and your breath hitched.

“is that why you’re always staring at me. you think i don’t notice?” his voice is lower now, quieter.

fuck. he knew.

“as if you don’t oogle at me whenever i’m in a swimsuit.” you refuse to look away from his gaze.

he lets out a small chuckle. it was hypnotizing.

“i ‘oogle’ you no matter what you wear” he admits, almost proudly.

you eyes widen for a moment. you try your best to hold it together. his hand played with the ends of your hair. you two had never stood this close before.

you felt the flimsy fabric of your panties start to dampen.

“what’s got you all quiet?” his hand moves from your soft locks to hold your chin, forcing you to look right at him.

“screw you, rin” you retort, flustered. he snorts.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” his face only got closer to yours.

you guys were so close, you had forgotten you weren’t the only two in the house.

“in your dreams-“ you start.

“knock that shit off. admit you want this as bad as i do” he says your name. your faces were now inches apart. his eyebrows furrowed and he just looked so attractive. he was studying your expressions, his eyes never leaving your face.

“rin i-“ you start again. this time his lips hover over yours, ghosting over your own.

“tell me to stop and i’ll go back up to my room and we will never speak of this again.” his hand moves to cup your cheek, his forhead resting on your, giving you a chance to pull away.

but you didn’t want to pull away and he didn’t either.

finally, after what seemed like years of tension, you snapped. going up on your tipy toes to crash your lips on his.

his hands immediately draw to your waist, holding you as close as possible while your hands wrap in his soft dark brown locks.

years of unresolved feelings and tension all poured into one heated kiss.

his hands gripping your waist moves down to your hips, he turns you so your rear is against the counter. how convinient his hips are the perfect height for the kitchen island.

you let out a soft gasp as he bites your bottom lip, he smirks and gently prods his tounge into your mouth, seeking permission first. you lean your head back to let him kiss you deeper.

he was fully addicted to your lips.

he pats your hip and you take it as a sign to hop on the marble counter, he helps you jump up. he slots himself inbetween your thighs, your lips never pulling apart.

“fuck. i can’t believe i haven’t tasted you sooner” he says in between kisses. you giggle at the way he refuses to pull apart from you.

he just grips your waist tighter, his cold hands slipping under the fabric of your tank top. you gasp as he reaches for your bare tits, lifting the fabric to rest above your breasts. you never wore a bra around him. and of course he always noticed.

he gave your perky tits a firm squeeze, you mewl into his mouth as he gently pinches your hardened nipples. his cold fingers adding an extra chill.

rintarou’s hips press gently into yours. you could feel his erection through his pants. you grip his hair tighter at the feeling of his clothed member rubbing against your clothed clit.

you unlatch a hand from his hair and bring it straight to his hardness. he hisses as you rub him through the pants. he could feel a small wet patch forming in his boxers.

“shit, take these off” he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your sleep shorts, you lift you hips for him to shimmy them down your legs, you didn’t even notice where he put them. you didn’t really care.

you were left in your little lace panties. he gave a lopsided smile at how prepared you were. it was like you knew he was gonna fuck you tonight. or maybe you wore these all the time around him, just waiting.

“this wet already?” he sucks in a breath, running a finger over the growing wet patch on your panties. you just nod and focus your gaze on his long fingers. you wanted them so bad.

“rin, please” you grab at his hand that was teasingly brushing over your clothed clit.

“stop teasing” you pout at him. he looks up at you and gives you another kiss.

“you’re too cute not to tease.” he pulls away and pulls your underwear to the side, spreading your legs more. he curses at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing it was all for him.

he runs a long finger down your folds, causing your grip on his wrist to tighten.

“so worked up, aren’t you? no one ever touch you like this before?” he asks, continuing his motions up and down.

“n-no rin, just you.” you breathily admit, a bit emberassed. it was the truth though, he was the only one you really wanted over the years.

he lets out another curse at the thought of being the first guy to touch you in this way. he was straining against his boxers, his loose sweatpants suddenly feeling so tight on his hips.

“tell me if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” he looks you in the eye, serious. you just nod.

“wanna hear you say it, baby” he pulls his hand away from your cunt.

“yes rin, i swear” you assure, shimmying to the edge of the counter to be closer to him.

he smiles, giving you a peck on the forehead before prodding his middle finger into your tight hole, spreading your wetness to make sure you were ready.

he slowly enters you and you grip onto his shoulders for dear life. he gives a few slow experimental pumps of his finger before you were asking for more.

“this ok?” he whispers in you ear, kissing your neck.

“god yes. more please” you plead in a quiet tone, trying your best to keep silent.

he chuckles and adds his ring finger. just two was enough to stretch you out. it was a delicious pain of his large digits splitting you open. you couldn’t even imagine how good his cock would feel.

you bite your knuckles to muffle the sounds of pleasure you were making. but nothing could cover the wet noises coming from him finger fucking your pussy.

his wrist started to ache, but it was worth it to see the way you were taking it so well. he curled his fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion inside of you. you let out a muffled curse as your legs started to shake.

he kept pumping and curling his fingers over and over. his long thick fingers reached places your little hands just couldn’t.

“i think i’m-“ you cut yourself off with a soft moan, still trying to be quiet.

he just kisses you through your orgasm, groaning into your own mouth. your pussy squeezes around his fingers and he swallows up all your noises. he imagines how you’d feel squeezing his cock like this, while his other hand groping your tit, pinching your nipple. you arch into him and pull away from his lips to breathe.

you pant and look at him, face completley flushed, he slowly removes his fingers. his hand was coated in your cum. he gives your chest a few small kisses, accidentally leaving faint marks on the skin. not an accident at all.

he was panting too. you looked at him, curiously. your eyes go down to his pants. there was an obvious wet stain in the front.

“did you….” your eyes go wide as he flushes with emberassment.

“m’sorry you were just so fucking hot i couldn’t-“ he starts, but you cut him off with your lips. you were immediately aroused again, but this time the only thing that could satisfy you was his cock.

you paw at his sweats, shaky fingers clumsily trying to untie the drawstring. he grips the back of your neck with one hand while the other helps take off his pants. he starts to stroke himself until he’s hard again, still recovering from blowing his load in his pants.

you swat his hand and give his cock long strokes. you finally get a good view of it. he wasn’t small by any means, but not obnoxiously large. it was a delicious size that made your mouth go dry. there was a certain blue vein that ran down from his tip, your finger running over it, making him hiss.

he noticed you staring and encourages you to continue, his thumbs rubbing your thighs in comfort.

you swipe your thumb over his slit making him shiver like a small dog. his tip was so sensitive. you move to try and hop off the counter to get on your knees, but he stopped you, gripping your hips.

“if you do that i won’t be able to last.” he pets your hip sensually. you pout.

“don’t give me that look. next time, i promise” he pecks your lips and your heart flutters. so there will be a next time.

his head rests on your shoulder as you continue to stroke up, switching from pumping it to teasing his tip. he stopped you once his hips started to sputter. he was like putty in your hands at this point.

“p-please” he says your name, panting.

“i need to be inside you. i need to feel you so bad, baby please” he begs, kissing your neck, leaving darker marks in his wake.

you whine at his words, using your legs to wrap around his hips, his cock sitting right above your needy cunt.

“fuck me already, rin” you give his cock a few more pumps before lining him up with your wanting hole.

he does as yous say, slowly pushing in, his mouth gaping wide and his head falls back once he’s fully inside of you.

now your head rests on his chest as you encourage him to move. he slowly pulls out then back in with a powerful thrust. you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out. surley leaving a mark.

“ohmygod rin” you can’t help but chant out his name as his thrusts quicken. you were praying ami was still asleep or she would totally hear the sounds of his hips slapping into yours.

“shh. gotta be quiet, kay? don’t want your friend to hear you getting fucked by her big brother do you?” he clasped a hand over your mouth, you unconsciously squeezed him tighter. your eyes screwed shut tight.

“fuck. you’d probably like that wouldn’t you? want everyone to see how badly you want my dick?” he groans in a hushed tone, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. he was loosing control.

he gripped onto your hips to stabilize his pace. you guys never broke eye contact as your mouth hung open silently, trying so hard to keep quiet. he smiles at how fucked out you already looked.

“rinnn” you whine.

“m’right here, pretty” he kisses you once again. one of your hands takes purchase in his (now) messy hair, the other one gripping onto his strong arm. you were sure you were clawing into him with your nails, but he didn’t seem to mind.

you were getting close already. he moaned into your mouth as you tightened around his cock. he fed you simple praises from his pretty mouth, encouraging you to cum.

your thighs tightened around his hips, wanting him to be even closer, if that was even possible.

“i got you, baby. let go” he whispers inbetween kisses.

he bites your lip as you cum on his cock, squeezing him in every possible way. you whine into his mouth, the kiss now turned so messy a bit of drool fell from your mouth.

he fucked you through your orgasm as you shake in his hold, he was holding back his own until you were satisfied. you started to mewl from the overstimulation of his veiny cock pounding into you.

he pulls out, pumping himself until he finishes on your thigh, letting out a hushed moan of your name from his lips, making you squeeze around nothing. both of you breathing heavily.

after you both cool down from your highs, he looks at you, full of admiration.

“you did amazing” he kisses your cheek.

once your mind fog clears, the realization hits you. you just fucked your childhood crush, your bestfriends brother. a part of you feels a little guilty, but the other part of you wants nothing more than to do it again.

he notices your hesitation, placing a gentle hand on your hair so soothe it down.

“hey, you okay?” he asks. you didn’t even notice when he had pulled his pants back up, or when he put your top back in place over your tits.

you give him a soft smile.

“i’m okay” you assure him.

“good” he smiles back, he grabs a nearby kitchen cloth and wipes off his spend from your thigh.

“gross, rin. people use that towel” you scold.

he just shrugs “i’ll throw it in the wash”

you both knew in your heads you couldn’t tell anyone about this.

it was your little secret.

suddenly, rintarou’s phone lights up from across the counter. he puts your panties back in place, grabbing your sleep shorts and putting your legs through them so you could put them back on. he snatches his phone for you both to see.

‘WEATHER WARNING: all schools in the area shut down for another two weeks’ the notification read.

your eyes widen. looks like you’d be staying at the suna’s house for a lot longer than you thought.

the next morning

“ouch, looks like your girl maimed you” ami laughs over her waffles. you sit next to her, pouring the syrup over your own. rin almost chokes on his food and your head snaps up.

“what?” he says with a mouthful of bacon. ami points to the scratches on his arm and the literal bite mark on his shoulder. your eyes go wide. you made sure to wear a hoodie to cover your own marks.

“aww rin hooked up with a wolf!” you add, trying not to raise suspicion. he squints his eyes at you, swallowing his food.

at least he had the decency to wipe down the counter before we ate.

“something like that” you eye eachother before turning back to your breakfast.

this was gonna be a long stay.

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a/n: i kinda wanna make this a mini series lollll lmk of you’d like a pt.2 (this is highkey ooc but idc!!! its fanfiction!!!! i love my fake man fr)

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Sneaking Out

Stepdad! Negan x F! Reader

summary Negan catches you sneaking out to go to a party and punishes you accordingly

tags age gap (reader is 19, Negan is pushing 40), spanking, unprotected p in v, making out, slight dacryphilia, stepcest, nudity, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, vaguely implied underaged drinking, hair pulling, use of pet names, cumshot

this is my first time posting my writing on here, kinda nervy!

*you are responsible for your own content consumption. if this is something you DO NOT like, simply DO NOT read or interact! :) *

wc: 2.65k

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She sat on her bed, crying. Knees tucked to her chest and head held in her hands as small sniffles and whimpers escaped her lips, despite her best efforts to stay silent. She resented her mom for being so strict and not letting her go out to parties like others her age. She was sure her mom would have let up once she graduated high school, especially since she was legally an adult now, but it only seemed like she doubled down even more. Things got even worse once her mom married her stepdad, Negan. Per her mother's request, he installed security cameras in the front of house and the backyard to ensure she couldn't sneak out. And the few times she tried, she failed, because Negan would be up late, playing video games in the living room or smoking a cigarette in the backyard by the poolside, making it impossible for her to sneak out. She was so miserable, watching everyone have fun over the summer before college while she wasted away in her room with her only entertainment being behind a screen or imbedded in the pages of a book.

It was so unfair. Especially because she knew tonight was gonna be the party of the year. One of the rich girls in her graduating class was throwing a pool party at her mansion, her mansion which housed one of the best pools she'd ever seen. And somehow, she was lucky enough to be invited. This was an opportunity of a lifetime and if it meant being grounded for an eternity, so be it.

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She had one foot out her bedroom window when she heard a knock on her door.

"Hey kid, can I come in?" her stepdad, Negan's, voice called from the other side of the door.

"One sec, I'm not decent!" she fibbed as she stumbled back inside her room. She shut the window as silently it would go before she slipped under the covers of her bed, hiding the fact she had on nothing but a tropical, triangle bikini.

"Okay, you can come in now," she called out. Negan let himself in, glancing around her room suspiciously. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked with his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, tattoos peeking out from beneath his white t-shirt, and obvious outline of his dick through his gray sweatpants that hung low on his waist. Despite being hidden beneath her sheets and comforter, she felt vulnerable and naked beneath his skeptical gaze.

"You're not plannin' on sneakin' out, are ya?" he asked, tongue seductively swiping across his bottom lip. She nervously swallowed, heat blossoming across her cheeks.

"N-no, why?" came her shaky reply.

"You are a shit liar, kid," he laughed, a handsome smirk on his face.

"Why would I sneak out? There's nothing for me to out there anyway," she doubled down, not feeding into his bait. He stalked closer to her bed before sitting down at the foot of it, hazel eyes boring into her soul.

"So you're not going to that pool party happening right now?" The tone of his voice was sarcastic, hinting that he didn't believe a word coming from her mouth.

"Pool party? What pool party?" She punctuated her question with a fake yawn to try and convince Negan that she really was tired and ready to go to bed for the night.

"If you say so, kid. Just know that if I catch your lying ass sneaking out tonight, you'll be in for a world of hell when I punish you." Her thighs involuntarily squeezed together at his words and the action didn't go unnoticed by Negan. She nodded her head while silently praying he'd hurry up and leave so she can sneak out.

His eyes narrowed at her as he stood up. "Night, kiddo," he said, patting her knee through the comforter for good measure.

"Night, Negan!"

She continued laying in her bed, petrified, for another ten minutes until she heard the door to her mom's bedroom shut. Negan's words did manage to strike some fear into her, but not enough to deter her from her original plan. She was sure he was in bed now and falling asleep for the night. After silently sliding out of her bed, she tucked a few decorative pillows in her previous place in hope they'd fool Negan or her mom if they peek in to check on her.

Her hands were shaky when she re-opened her bedroom window. Nerves were finally getting to her. She could hear her heart beating rapidly in her ears as she began having second thoughts about doing this. Negan was nowhere near as strict as her mom, so his punishment couldn't actually that bad. Not that she'd actually have to worry about his punishment, because she wasn't gonna get caught.

She crept out of her window and stepped onto the roof. She closed her window, only leaving it slightly ajar so she could get back inside later. Careful not to slip on the roof's slippery shingles, she tiptoed to the edge and looked over at the space from here to the grassy ground. Too late to go back now. She sat on the ledge and turned herself around so she could hang from the ledge before dropping into the soft grass.

She looked back at the house, elated she was finally out and what fun was about to come

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The dark morning sky was slowly beginning to turn into a lighter blue as she clumsily climbed the trellis back onto the second story's roof. Her slightly intoxicated brain made it so her movements weren't as agile and quiet like before. She lifted her window open and unceremoniously fell inside, smacking the carpeted flooring with her face.

The first thing she noticed was the potent smell of tobacco followed by his signature whistling.

"Aw, fuck," she groaned to herself. She heard the springs of her mattress release as Negan got up and soon his socked feet came into her view. He reached out a hand and helped her up after she gratefully accepted it.

He looked pissed. His thick eyebrows settled into a frown and his hazel-green eyes were devoid of any kindness. She nervously crossed her arms over her body, feeling naked under his gaze.

"How was the pool party?" he asked.

"I wasn't a-at a pool party!" she lied.

His look only darkened, making her weak in the knees. From fear or arousal, she couldn't tell.

"What kinda goddamn fuckin' idiot do you take me for? You are literally dripping wet and wearin' a damn bikini!" he pointed out the obvious.

"I was swimming in our own pool in the backyard!" she lied with such little conviction that she couldn't even fool herself

He stepped closer to her and if she wasn't already so close to the wall she'd have stepped back. She averted her gaze and chose to look at the chipped, bubblegum pink nail polish that adorned her toes. Negan wasn't having any of it, though, and forced her to look up at him by grabbing a fistful of her wet hair and tilting her head up. Hot tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

"What did I tell you would happen if I caught you sneaking out?" he asked between clenched teeth.

"That...that you're gonna p-punish me..." The tears were streaming down her face now as she sniveled pathetically.

"Attagirl," he darkly praised, a sinister smirk spreading across his face. The slight praise caused her stomach to do backflips and her core to clench over nothing. Her face felt hot and her breathing shallowed as her only thoughts were what Negan would do next.

His grip on her hair stayed firm as he walked her over to her bed. He released his hold before taking a seat onto the plush mattress. She stood before him, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot and nibbling the skin around her thumbnail, awaiting what was to come. His large, warm hands gripped her hips, pulling her to stand between his legs. She glanced down at him as he looked up at her, but her eyes drifted past his face and down to the bulge growing in his sweatpants. She was embarrassed to admit it, but her mouth watered at the sight.

"Now, I want you to know that this shit could have been avoided had your stubborn ass just listened to me," he stated, his grip on her hips growing firmer. She nodded her head, not knowing what to say and not wanting to anger her stepdad even further.

He pulled the ties on either side of her bikini bottoms and let the damp garment fall to the floor between her feet. She nervously bit her bottom lip and looked down at him, but he was too busy eyeing her cunt and soft thighs, which glimmered with the slick of her arousal. He looked up at her as he licked his bottom lip. He patted his thighs.

"Bend over my fuckin' knee, doll," he ordered. She warily obeyed, despite the humiliation of having him see her bare, wet pussy. His roughish hands caressed the soft flesh of her ass, admiring the mounds. Without warning, his hand came down harshly on her right cheek, earning a yelp from her.

"Keep it down," he hissed before landing an even harsher slap to her other cheek. She only whimpered this time, pursing her lips to fight the noises that yearned to escape. He continued his assailment on her ass, leaving it stinging with numbness. Her whimpers turned into a mixture of sobs and wanton moans which only tightened his pants. By the looks of it, he wasn't the only one getting off to this punishment. Her cunt sparkled with her arousal, arousal which was leaking down her thighs.

"Negan, please!" she begged. Her thighs were clenched together as she tried to rub her aching clit on his thigh.

"What is it that you want, baby?" he questioned. His big hands kneaded at her squishy flesh. He knew damn well what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her beg. Her weeping pussy was practically begging to be stuffed with his big cock.

"Need you! Need to feel you inside me," she begged between sniffles and sobs. She stood up from being bent over his lap and sat on it, straddling him instead. His arms snaked around her waist and hers around his neck before she leaned down almost close enough to connect her lips to his.

"Please, Negan?" she whispered against his lips. His eyes flitted from hers down to her lips which were so close to his. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gently pressed her soft lips to his, his facial hair pricking at her skin. Negan could name a plethora of reasons why this would be wrong, but the one reason it felt right overpowered them all, so he grabbed the back of her head and crashed his lips against hers. The desperate moan she let out gave Negan the perfect opening to slip his tongue into her mouth. She tasted like some fruity cocktail that was really just a bunch of things mixed together by some inexperienced kid. He'd have to take her out for a real drink one day. His tongue traversed her mouth, consuming her. She desperately ground her bare pussy on his clothed bulge, eliciting pleasured groans from him. His hands felt up her body before untying her bikini top from the back and the neck, leaving her completely bare on his lap.

"Please, Negan, I need to feel you," she begged after pulling away from the kiss. His eyes were glued to her tits, watching them as her chest rose and fell while she caught her breath. He cupped them in his hands before giving them a squeeze. Her head fell back as she let out a wanton moan. The rough skin of his fingertips gave her hardened nipples some much needed friction as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.

"You got some nice fuckin' tits, babydoll," he complimented, only making her wetter.

Her hands slid down his chest, then torso, then stopped at the waistband of his pants.

"Neeegaaan," she impatiently whined.

"Well, baby, if you want it, go ahead and fuckin' take it." His dimpled smile almost brought her to her release right then and there. He lifted his hips so she could pull his cock free. His length audibly smacked his abdomen, the tip an angry, flaming red and leaking with precum. If her core wasn't aching so badly, she'd have gladly taken him down her throat. She took him in her hand. He was so big that her fingers didn't even touch. She stroked him a few times as he sucked bruising marks onto her neck and collarbones. He held onto her hips as she lined him up with her sopping center, stroking him along her slick folds before sinking all the way down on him. The stretch was there, but not painful because she was so wet and ready for him.

"Negan, you feel so good!" she moaned once he bottomed out inside of her. Her nails dug little crescent moons into his skin through his shirt as she began bouncing on his cock. He admired her tits bouncing as she rode him before pulling her closer and taking one in his mouth, kneading the other with his free hand.

The squelching sounds of her wet pussy and the smell off sex permeating her bedroom only made things more erotic. Negan was hitting every spot perfectly, but he wanted more. He freed her tit from his mouth before flipping their position. Her back was now laying against the bed and Negan stood over her, his cock still inside. Now that he had more control, his thrusts came harder and faster, his tip almost kissing her cervix.

"Goddammit, doll, you were made for my cock!" he praised. More profanities and moans fell from his mouth as her wet, spongy walls squeezed his cock. Her moans were growing louder and louder, making Negan worry that they might wake up her mom...who was his wife.

"I know that my dick is the best damn dick you've had and ever will have in your entire goddamn life, but you need to keep it down," he lectured. She rolled her eyes but pursed her lips in a feeble attempt to keep quiet.

They were both close to reaching their peaks and it was obvious by the way his thrusts grew rushed and sloppy and how her cunt was squeezing him.

"I'm gonna-" her sentence was cut off by a scream of ecstasy which caused Negan to cover her loud mouth with his palm. Her cunt squeezed him as her back arched off the bed and eyes rolled to the back of her head while she came. If he was thinking straight, he'd have left her high and dry as punishment, but his own orgasm was close and he'd be damned if he didn't cum. She removed his hand from covering her mouth and took two of his long, thick fingers into her mouth.

"Ho-ly fuckin' shit!" He swore, marveling at the sight. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked on the digits.

"That's. My. Girl!" he praised with each thrust.He pulled out of her just as his orgasm came over him and shot his load onto her tits and stomach. He flopped onto the bed beside her and she rolled into his strong arms.

"Y'know I can't stay, gotta get back to your mom before she wakes up."

"Just ten more minutes?" she begged, looking up at Negan with those doe eyes of hers.

He sighed and lightheartedly rolled his eyes.

"Anything for my babydoll."

thank you for reading! if you have any feedback on how i can improve, i'd love to hear it!

[fallstaticexit]

Prev / Next / Beginning

DJ plays- Color Me Badd - I Adore Mi Amor

Transcript under the cut

Geoffrey: Hey! Check out this little guy.

Bob: Probably one of the cats they let in the church to keep the mice out. Wonder what’s he doing all the way out here.

Geoffrey: We can’t leave him out in the cold. It’s starting to get cold soon.

Bob: There’s no way you think we can sneak a cat in the dorms.

Geoffrey: I’m pretty sure people have snuck in worse. Besides, we’re doing an act of kindness, right, little guy?

Bob: Does Nancy like cats?

Geoffrey: [nervously] W-why?

Bob: I saw you two being all cozy at the game the other day. Care to share?

Geoffrey: She was just being nice, that’s all...

Bob: Popular girls aren’t just nice for no reason. Actually...popular girls aren’t nice at all.

Geoffrey: She’s different. She’s still the same Nancy Landgraab I knew when we were kids. Kind. Smart. Um, really pretty...

Bob: Oh, boy. Do you hear yourself! You my friend are in l-o-v-e and you should talk to her! Ask her out!

Geoffrey: Ask you Nancy Landgraab? How do I do that?

Bob: Glad you ask. I am a certified ladies man. You just gotta- you know, talk to her! Listen to her when she talks. Ask about her day. Compliment her brain, not just her looks, trust me.

Don: [snorts] You listen to this dickhead and you’ll never get laid, Osteer. If you want to hook up with Blondie, I can help you out. It’ll cost you, though.

Geoffrey: Like what?

Don: Room swap. It’ll be easier for my girl to come over without getting caught if I have your room. Dina is friends with the hot blonde chick and she’ll put in a good word. Don’t worry, you can tap that before we swap. Deal?

Geoffrey: I don’t know... shouldn’t I get to know her better?

Don: We’re saying the same thing, dumbass! I’ll let you in on a secret; Tonight, a couple of us cool kids are sneaking out to a college party. Blondie will be there, and you two can get your freak on. How’s that?

Geoffrey: I-

Don: Atta boy, Osteer! Don’t dress like a dork virgin either.

Bob: [in a baby voice] I think this is a bad idea, Geoffrey! Yeah, couldn’t have said it better myself, little guy.

-

Geoffrey: Hey, Nancy. Um. Thanks again for helping me the other day. The only thing that’s bruised is my ego, honestly.

Nancy: Yes, of course. I’m glad you’re okay. Sorry about your ego.

Geoffrey: [chuckles] It’s ok, it should be used to this by now. What are you reading? Can I sit with you before class?

Nancy: Yeah, sure.

Vanessa: She has a crush on Geoffrey? Why didn’t she tell me?

Nina: Apparently, they’re childhood sweethearts. We need you to play matchmaker. If anyone can hook them up, it’s you, VV.

Nancy Narrates: [Ever since that night in my room, Vanessa has been noticeable distant from me. The only thing reaching me was that lost, faraway look in her eyes]

Cassie: Guys...I don’t know. What if Sister Agnes decides to do another room check? What am I supposed to say?

Cassie: I’m just gonna say it- I don’t think you should do this. Feels wrong. Lying? I wouldn’t even know what to say if someone asks. Nancy, say something-

Vanessa: Jesus fucking Christ, figure it the fuck out! Come on, Nancy.

-

Geoffrey: Do you want to da-

Nancy: Getting a drink.

Vanessa: Hi.

Nancy: Are you mad at me about something?

Vanessa: Why would I be mad at you?

Nancy: I don’t know..

Vanessa: Put that down and come dance.

DJ plays- Color Me Badd - I Adore Mi Amor

Dream on, dream away I think I'm gonna have to stay Stay forever I adore mi amor

You want to take her place You say you'd treat me better Better I know for sure

You see she loves me And I could never leave her

Nancy Narrates: [There it was, that feeling again. Only this time, I did fall completely apart]

Nancy: [panting]

You're the one that I adore (I adore) I'll be forever your love (mi amor)

[zweigsangel]

show me how. — patrick zweig.

gif: @harcive

pairing: college!patrick x fem!reader

summary: patrick is a womanizer until he mets you.

warnings: use of y/n, fluff, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do this!!), 18+.

patrick was a slut. everyone knew it, and he wore it like a badge of honor. he was happy of the line of girls trailing behind him, savoring the thrill of a new one every day, and taking pride in fucking them all.

but then he met you. the first time he laid eyes on you, you were on the tennis court, playing with a friend of yours. patrick had come to visit art, but in that instant, his plans took an unexpected turn. he watched you intently, studying every movement. your hair, pulled back into a high ponytail, swayed with each step. your cheeks glowed with a delicate flush from the heat. the white outfit you wore accentuated every curve of your body, contrasting beautifully with your sun-kissed skin. the skirt, matched with the snug top, highlighted your long, smooth legs. patrick focused on the soft grunts escaping your lips each time you struck the ball, and he couldn't help but imagine the sounds you'd make if you were beneath him-

“patrick, there you are!” art’s voice shattered his reverie. “hey, yeah. let’s go,” patrick responded, his mind still partially absorbed by the vision of you, as he turned to face his best friend.

they began to walk away, but before they completely left the court, patrick glanced back one last time. you had also turned in their direction, and when your eyes met his, you gave a slight smile before refocusing on your game.

and when that evening you heard a knock on your dorm room door, patrick was the last person you expected. yet there he was, standing in front of you with one hand behind his neck, looking a bit awkward. you were already wearing your pajamas, a cozy set with white and pink stripes.

yes, patrick asked art about you. so many questions.

you couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh when you saw him. "uhm, hi," you said, trying to mask your surprise. "hey, am i disturbing?" he asked casually, as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

you shook your head quickly, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. "no, no. do you want..". without finishing your sentence, you stepped aside to make room for him to enter. he took the silent invitation with a small smile, stepping into your cozy room.

“i’m patrick, by the way,” he said, his gaze fixed on you as you settled onto your bed, crossing your legs. he mirrored your movement, sitting down beside you. “y/n,” you replied softly. “i know.” he closed his eyes for a brief moment, cursing himself for the admission, but the light chuckle that escaped your lips made him open them again.

conversation flowed effortlessly between you, which was surprising. he was usually the type to skip the small talk, to get straight to the point, and then vanish without a trace. that’s how it always worked. but with you, things felt different. there was an ease, a comfort in simply being there with you, lying on the bed and talking as if time had no hold on you.

but he found his eyes repeatedly drawn to your glossy lips. he was mesmerized by the way they moved as you spoke, the rhythm of your words, the occasional curve into a smile. the desire to feel them against his own lips grew with each passing moment.

and that’s how a make-out session began between the two of you. your back pressed against the mattress, patrick hovering above you, propping himself up on his elbows on either side of your head as you parted your lips to let his tongue in. your hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling and pulling him closer to you, eliciting a low moan from his mouth.

his movements were hurried and almost frantic as he removed your pajamas, tossing them to the floor without a second thought. you mirrored his urgency, peeling off his clothes.

he paused for a moment, his eyes raking over your form with intensity, his eyes dark with desire. “gorgeous,” he murmured, the word barely audible, more a reverent whisper to himself. his lips descended to your neck, trailing soft, sloppy kisses and delicate bites along your skin. his fingers played at the edge of your panties, teasing, making your breath hitch and small sounds escape your lips.

those soft whimpers seemed to spur him on, driving him to the edge of control. “lift your hips for me, baby,” he whispered against your neck, his breath hot against your skin, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. obediently, you lifted your hips, allowing him to slide your panties down and off. they were already slightly damp, a fact that brought a smirk to patrick’s lips.

he positioned himself between your legs, carefully lining himself with your entrance. his gaze softened as he offered you a final reassuring look, and you responded with a barely perceptible nod, signaling your readiness.

as he eased into you, a sudden, intense pleasure caused your eyes to snap shut and your lips to part in a beautiful, involuntary moan. “fuck. you’re so tight,” patrick groaned, his voice hushed but filled with raw desire. he pulled out slowly before sliding back in, his pace gradually increasing with each thrust. his gaze fell to the point where your bodies connected, watching in awe as your heat enveloped him with a perfect, snug fit. “it’s like it was made for me,” he grunted, the words almost lost in the mix of his heavy breathing and guttural sounds escaping his lips.

his hands moved from your hips to beneath your knees, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist. this new angle deepened the connection, intensifying the pleasure.

“oh god,” you moaned in response, your nails scratching along his back as you arched into him. everything felt perfect, the sensation almost overwhelming.

“’m close,” you whispered breathlessly. “me too,” patrick replied, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent as he felt your walls tightening around him.

the room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of your joined bodies and the breathless mingling of your moans.

after just a few thrusts, you reached your climax, the intense pleasure causing your fluids to stain the bed sheets and cling to your thighs.

patrick quickly followed, his body tensing as he moaned deeply. he sank into you completely, buried deep inside as his head rested in the crook of your neck, trying to catch his breath. you gently caressed his hair, both of you enveloped in the silence. your bodies moved in sync as your breaths gradually slowed to a more regular pace.

after a moment, patrick whispered, “i’ll get a towel to clean up,” pressing a kiss to your cheek. he rose from the bed and went to the bathroom, his movements deliberate as he searched for a towel, grabbing the first one he saw.

patrick wasn’t sure why he was doing this. he had never cared about the aftermath before. as he returned to the bed, he found you peacefully asleep, a soft smile gracing your lips.

with gentle care patrick began to clean the sweat and fluids from your body. he moved slowly, making sure not to wake you up.

the next morning, you found yourself alone in your dorm room. it was to be expected, right?

trying not to dwell on it, you went about your morning routine. as you were in the hallway, you bumped into someone. “art. hey.”

“hey. sorry.” he replied, a touch of embarrassment in his voice. “after last night, patrick wanted me to give you his number. he’s not sure if he’ll be able to make it here today.” a low laugh escaped his lips. you smiled as you took his phone, noting patrick’s number before entering it into your own.

after you finished, you handed art his phone back, but a sudden realization made your smile fade. “wait. you know about last night?” you asked, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

art’s eyes widened, clearly realizing he had overstepped. “he just told me it was the best sex he’s ever had. no details,” he explained quickly.

it was true; for patrick, it had been the best sex of his life. what wasn’t true was that art didn’t know the details—because he definitely did.

[cozmicwonder]

Eyes on You

Warnings⚠️(18+ but you know good and well um you don’t care😉) p in v, oral-f receiving-, choking, slapping, nipple play. (Ngl this is my third time writing smut so I’m b it sure if it’ll be good😫 lmk what you think. I like constructive criticism.)

Summary- Your dreams of meeting the one and only Ken Sato comes true after the giants are accepted for a photo shoot. Partnership quickly spirals into Lust.

Being one of the top models in Japan wasn’t an easy title to hold. The pressure was always on no matter how great you were. Sure you never messed up and never planned too, but that was the stressful part. You had people looking up to you, you couldn’t mess up now. All eyes were on you. All eyes except one. Ken Sato.

You’d always see him on TV. The first time you saw him you were like a starstruck teenager all over again. You always tried to watch as many of his games as you could on TV. You even managed to make time to go to one of his games. He’s the reason you even bothered to learn about baseball. Before you found out about him you didn’t even care about sports. The thought of meeting him had quickly turned into the thought of being with him.

You’d be lying if you said your late nights didn’t end with your fingers between your thighs and thoughts of him in your head. God, you were obsessed. You couldn’t get him out of your head. You had it bad. Luckily the agency you worked with was hired to take photos of the Giants team for a sporting magazine. You didn’t know who to thank. Your agency accepting the job or the giants being good enough to make it into a magazine.

Saying you were excited was an understatement. You were ecstatic, but you had to keep it professional. The shoot was later this afternoon. You and a few other models have a chance to take a few shots with the giant players. This was your chance to talk to him! Maybe ask him out on a date..or something fun!

You were freaking out. Hoping you didn’t make a fool of yourself as a first impression. You were walking with your best friend Liza to work to get ready for the shoot. She was a photographer and you were a model. You two were so excited to be accepted into the same workplace. “Dude I can’t believe the giants are going to be here today” you squeal out while jumping lightly. Liza looks and you and chuckles.

“Yeah, I know right! But unfortunately for me, I have another group to work with so I can’t be there” she frowned. I look at her sympathetically. “Oh yeah right..so sorry Liza..I’ll be sure to get an autograph from one of them.” You smile her way hoping what you said would cheer her up, and it did. “Thanks y/n. You’re the best.” She holds you tightly in her arms. You hug her back and let go. “I know, it’s what I do.” You say flicking your hair dramatically as you joked.

Your act received a laugh and a slap on the arm from Liza. “Yeah whatever,” she says as she rolls her eyes. You guys continued to joke as you walked and you two didn’t realize that you made it to your place of work. The thing that took you out of your little world was the flashes of cameras and loud voices begging for attention. Your face was curious and confused. ‘Why are the paparazzi here already? The Giants don’t get here till 3:45’. You look at your watch and it read 3:00 pm in big white numbers.

‘Why are they here so early?’ You questioned yourself. Thinking of different possibilities for the situation. “Hey I think we should walk faster if we want to beat the paparazzi to the door” you spoke quickly and quickened your pace. Although you were in heels you could run like hell If the time called for it. So here you were at 3:01 pm running in pitch black stilettos to the door of the agency with Liza right behind you.

You closed your eyes for a split second chanting ‘please don’t break please don’t break’ and the next thing you knew you were on the ground after hitting something that felt warm and strong. You didn’t dare open your eyes, not ready to bear the embarrassment of the incident. “Hey, are you ok?” Someone in front of you spoke softly. Fear settled in the pit of your stomach. ‘Oh god no! It couldn’t be!’ You slowly open your eyes to reveal your worst nightmare. Ken Sato standing above you. I mean under a different circumstance this would be great! But not now, especially after bumping into him is awful.

He held a hand for you to grab and you took it. “IMSOSOSOOOOOSORRYFORBUMPINGINTOYOUIWASNTLOOKINGATWHEREIWASGOINGSORRY!!” You quickly stuttered out your words, bowed several times, and bolted for the door. Your face was beet red with embarrassment. You didn’t stop running until you were in the ladies' room.

You could of started crying from how embarrassed you were. You walked to the sink and placed your purse on the countertop. You run your hands over your face and take deep breaths to calm yourself down. “Wonderful first impression that was y/n” you mocked yourself quietly. Your heartbeat slowed and your breathing steadied. You let out a sigh followed by a groan. You wanted to scream and disappear.

You grabbed your purse and left the bathroom to the dressing rooms to get ready for the shoot. The briefing was short and simple. Pick a numbered jersey to match the player and come up with pose ideas. ‘They’ll follow your lead’ Mr. Ito’s words replayed in your head. You had to make sure you got lucky number 7.

As soon as you made it to the dressing room you went straight to the rack for your specific shoot. You greet most of the makeup artists and hair stylists as you make your way to the rack. As you get closer you notice someone already there. You silently prayed they didn’t take number 7 or you might’ve broken down and trashed the place.

When you got close enough you realized it was Lexie. She never really cared about anything. She was the ‘I just do what I gotta do so I can go home’ type of gal. You sighed, relieved you still had a strong chance of getting what you wanted. You had waited about a minute behind her. Not that you were checking your watch every few seconds or anything. As soon as she walked off you got straight to work to find number seven. The only sound you could hear was the sound of a metal hanger sliding on a metal rod.

You went from left to right since it had to be in number order. If it wasn't, someone was going to get a stern talking too. I giant stupid smile plastered on your face as your eyes laid on a big number 7. “Yes yes yes!” You said a little loud. Your outburst got you a few looks but you didn’t care at the moment.

You practically ran into a changing room. As you were about to change you realized you didn’t have any pants to change into. You ran back out jersey in hand and went to pick a pair of bottoms. Browsing the options you settled with a thigh-high plain black schoolgirl skirt. You rushed back into the changing rooms and decided to grab a pair of heels on your way out.

You unclothed yourself starting with your jeans and slid up the skirt. You then pulled your shirt over your head, hair falling along your arms. You didn’t want to fully button up the shirt so you left a few buttons unbuttoned near the end of the shirt to leave an opening to show some of your stomach.

You stare at yourself in the mirror trying to figure out what’s missing…a baseball cap could do the trick but what else..? You thought to yourself. ‘Oh yes! A chain dangling from the side will definitely look good! But I need to match Mr .Sato. Hmmm…I could get one for him, yes there we go! Problem solved.’

You grab your clothes and leave the dressing room. Before you head to get accessories you need to go to your locker. You walk a nice distance from the dressing room to the back area where the lockers are located. You do the code on the lock for your locker and open it, placing your things inside. You checked your watch for the time. ‘3:27 perfect! Enough time to finish getting ready’ You close your locker and make your way back to get accessories and a pair of shoes.

As you made your way back you heard loud frivolous laughter. It startled you a little, nearly jumping out of your socks when a loud voice boomed through the hall. You decided to get closer to get a better hear to see who it was. It was coming from the male bathrooms. You decided a minute or two of listening wouldn’t hurt.

As the laughter died down a new conversation started. “Hey did you guys see that girl that bumped into Ken?” One voice spoke sounding excited. The voice is kind of high-pitched. “Hell yeah dude she’s a total babe” one other voice spoke up deeper this time. The comment made you smile a little. Something in your heart was hoping to hear something from Ken Sato himself.

“Yo dude, what’s up? What’s with the furrowed brow?” This voice came with a slapping sound. Wonder what happened. “It’s nothing” it was Ken’s voice. Your heart fluttered at the sound of his voice. “C’mon dude you gotta agree she’s a total babe!” The same deep voice from earlier spoke again.

“Yeah, she’s fine or whatever” he was dismissive and his voice sounded slightly..irritated? The words were like a knife in the back. You almost teared up, but the sounds of people shuffling and walking stopped you and you sped walked away to not suspect anyone of any noise.

You made it back to the main area to get shoes and accessories. It was your favorite part about the place. Minus working with your best friend. Getting accessories and shoes was like shopping it was set up like a store and everything. The walls were decorated with shelves and shoes. The main floor area was decorated with racks and countertops of accessories.

You greeted Shelly when you walked in, she was a sweetheart. You went to the far right corner In search of a black cap. You browsed for a few moments before your eyes fell on a cap that would do the outfit justice. You then head toward a rack that has countless pant chains dangling from them. You found one you really liked but it didn’t have one that matched. So you tried again.

You then found a silver chain that had a few clear jewels on it and jewels as clips at each end. You found a similar one to match it was silver and had jewels at each end as clips. You smiled at yourself at the thought of matching with the Ken Sato. ‘All that’s left is a pair of heels. What kind though..’ you pondered on the thought while staring into space.

‘A chunky platform heel would work.’ You made your way to the shoe wall and browsed for your vision. You decided on a pair of Black chunky platform heels with a thick leg and a strap around the ankle. ‘Time to cash out’ you made sure you had everything you needed and headed for the register.

“Hey, Shelly!” You smiled as you placed your things on the countertop. “Hello y/n, is this all for today?” She asked scanning everything. “Yup! I’m so excited for my shoot today! These are the final touches I need then I’m done”. You decided to check the time. ‘3:38. OK enough time to add accessories’. “Oh yeah you’re working with the Giants today right?” She asked, looking excited as well. You nod rapidly. “Ok, we’ll just type in your name and Id number and make sure you return the items at the end of your shift. Have fun!” You finish typing and grab your things “Will do! Bye!” You say happily and walk out and sit at a nearby bench.

You take off your socks and put on your new heels. You clip them close and fix your hair into a ponytail that’ll stick out the back of the baseball cap. Lastly, the chain. You decide on the left to hold the chain. You put your socks in the bag, grab out the nearly identical chain and head to the picture-taking area. ‘Luckily I did my makeup before this or I’d be totally screwed.’

As you approached you saw the group of girls you were working with today huddled by Mr. Ito. You quickly slid into the group to not miss anything, luckily it seemed he’d just started. “Good afternoon ladies. Today's shoot is a big one so make sure you put in as much effort as you can and do your best. Whatever number you have on your jersey is the player you’ll be working with today. They are going in numerical order number one starting here behind us down to the left. Have fun ladies.” Mr. Ito sent us off with a wave of a hand and the girls flooded the area looking for their partner.

As you followed the many individual white backgrounds you made it to lucky number seven. Your body suddenly felt hot and sweaty and your heart began to race. As you approach, He looks to be in deep thought staring down at the ground. “Uh, Mr.Sato?” you managed to make yourself speak. You now stood in front of him. His head snapped up from his view of the ground. “Uh yes?” He spoke, sounding slightly spooked. You held a hand out for him to grab. “I’m y/n. I’ll be the model working with you today.” You gave a gentle wide smile. “It’s nice to meet you”. He studied your hand momentarily before grabbing it and shaking it gently.

“Nice to meet you too.” He returned the smile. ‘Ugh, he doesn’t know what that smile does to me’. You bite your inner cheek to stop you from biting your lip. “I brought you a pant chain so we could match since I have one.” You hold up the chain. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to wear it. I can Just ta-” Your rambling is cut off by him grabbing the chain and putting his hand up to dismiss your rambling.

‘It’s alright I don’t mind. But might I say you have some pretty good taste in accessories…” He says inspecting the item. You felt warm and bubbly inside. Your cheeks felt hot like fire, and you were sure they were bright red. “Thank you” you smile sheepishly as you watch carefully as his fingers play with the buckle of the chains to clip them onto his pants.

Images of late nights with your fingers between your legs wishing they were his popped in your head as you watched. His hand flexed, and it made your knees weak. You were staring so hard you didn’t realize he had finished putting it on. Him clearing his throat brought you back to reality. You mentally slapped yourself for getting caught. “Sorry,” you say sheepishly. He chuckled. He chuckled. ‘God, his voice is attractive, he’s attractive. GAH I need him so baaaddd’.

“It’s alright. Mr. Ito said you guys would be in charge of the poses we do and props used-” ‘You can use me as a prop if you know what I mean.”. “Yes we were tasked to pick out multiple poses to try for the shoot. Only the best will make it into the magazine.” You speak with sudden annoyedness. “Kind of sucks that the fun ones never make it in.” You say and sigh.

This sparked a chuckle from him. “Yeah, I guess you’re right..Now what's first?” He asked clapping his hands together. “So for the first one I was thinking we could capture the back of the Jerseys.” he looked confused. “So like our backs are facing the camera and our thumbs are pointing towards the number on the back of the jersey.” He nods in agreement.

“Then I was thinking we could do something with the baseball bat. So where I’m standing in front of you with my hands on the bat. Afterward, we could do some back-to-back shots and solo pictures. Or even pictures with a Large number seven.” You shrug as your ideas pile out. He nods in agreement with the ideas. “Yeah, it sounds good to me.” He smiles and positions himself right of the middle of the background and turns around. You follow him but move to the left more and point your thumbs to your back, turning around.

You heard the flashes of the camera quite a bit before they stopped. “Ok now let me grab the bat and You figure out what face you wanna make. You made your way to the basket with baseball bats in it and you could swear you felt a pair of eyes on you the whole time. You make your way back and stand in front of him. You flip the bat upside down and place your forearms on it. Almost leaning on it. You bend over with your ass nearly touching Ken. “Is this alright?” You question not turning around. You waited a few seconds and didn’t get a response. You were about to turn your head when you felt slender fingers on your waist pulling you back so you were now currently touching Ken freaking Sato.

You put a smile on your face and a few smirks as the photos were being taken. Though your face displayed a calm professional look you were burning hot. By the end of it you could have sworn you felt something poking your ass. As the shoot progressed you felt lingering gazes from Ken, long touches, and the eye contact got longer. You’d be out of your mind if you said it wasn’t turning you on.

By the end of the shoot, you were hot and bothered. “It looks like we’re all done!” You turn around to face Ken. “This was fun.” You smile at him and all you get in return is a small nod. It disappointed you to say the least. ‘Did he not like having to partner up with me? Maybe it was the girly chain I gave him, it could’ve been the poses.’ You were so lost in thought you didn’t realize you were staring.

When you came back to you realize Ken was staring at you intensely and he had some kind of glint in his eye. You try to rub your legs together discreetly. Partially because you felt like you wanted to disappear with his intense gaze on you. You could tell he knew what you were doing from the way his eyes flicked down and then back up. You really wished you could roll up into a ball and pretend you didn’t exist.

“Do you think you could show me where the bathroom is?” His words broke the deep silence. You blinked a few times, the words sinking in. “Oh..uh yeah, Of course. Follow me.” You turn on your heel and begin walking away. The walk there is dead silent. You never understood the term you could hear a pin drop, until today. You felt his eyes all over you. It made you shiver.

As you two were walking you nearly passed a family bathroom. As you were about to pass it you felt a hand grab yours and pull you into the bathroom. As you were pulled in you were pushed against the door. Lo and behold Ken Sato stood in front of you. You felt him lean in and then heard the door lock. Your heart was racing at this point and your face felt hot once more.

Ken put an arm above your head and rested it on the door. His other hand was used to grab your chin and tilt it upward to see his face directly. He leaned in for a kiss. Your eyes were bolted wide open in shock. ‘Is this really happening, please be real please be real’. Your eyes slowly fluttered close as you returned the kiss.

The kiss started slow and passionate but quickly turned heated full of lust. His lips felt soft on yours and tasted like.. Cherries? Your tongues danced against each other as they both fought for dominance. Ken’s tongue came out on top. You both separated to catch some air. “You know,” He said in between breaths. “I’ve had my eye out for you for a while now”. He spoke while he trailed kisses down your neck. His tongue moved smoothly down your neck as he littered it with hickeys. Sucking and biting on your skin red marks began to appear across your neck and collarbone.

Soft murmurs of delight fell from your lips. “That’s funny because…I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while now too.” You laugh softly but it is quickly replaced by a pleasurable wince. His hands found their way into your shirt and under your bra. He lifted the bra up enough for your boobs to fall out into his hands. His fingers pinched and pulled at your already hard nipples. Quiet moans were pulled from your throat.

He chuckled at your comment. “Yeah? That so?” His voice sounded low and breathy. It made your knees weak. “Mmm yeah,” You say mildly out of breath. His mouth latched onto your right nipple. His tongue swirled around the nub and nibbled on it while his left hand toyed with your free nipple. Your moans got louder at the new sensation.

After sucking on your nipple for a time that satisfied him. He let go of your nipple with a pop. His hands traced your waist down to your hips and snuck behind to grab your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze and a nice slap. This received a surprised gasp from you. His hands then fell to your thighs as he fell to his knees.

He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder giving him a better view of your sex. He began to kiss your inner thigh. Repeating the same process he did on your neck until he stopped. You watched him in anticipation. “What’s this?” he says, bringing a hand up and tracing the now visible tattoo that read eat me. “Tsk tsk tsk, never would’ve thought you of all people would have something like this.” He looked up at you. “But if I may?” He asked with a raised brow.

It made you a hell of a lot wetter than what you would like to admit. “Yes,” You said quicker than you’d like to. He chuckled at your fast response. “No worries sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.”. He moved your leg out further to get better access between your thighs. He ran a thumb down the center of your panties, “My…Someone’s excited”. You internally died.

He moved your panties to the side and ran a finger down your slit. A trail of your arousal followed. Retracting the finger he licked his finger clean. He let out a sound of satisfaction. He grabbed the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down pulling them down one of your legs so they dangled over the other. He wasted no time stuffing his face between your legs.

He licked a stride between your folds with a flat tongue gathering all of your slick. His tongue retracted and did the same motion twice more. Your head is now up against the door and your mouth is agap. His pace is agonizingly slow. He began sucking on your clit which made your moaning louder. You put your hands in his hair. His hair is unsurprisingly soft, silky, and smooth.

You pushed his face into your cunt for further satisfaction. As he continued to suck on your clit you felt something penetrate your hole. It was his fingers. ‘I knew those slender fingers wouldn’t disappoint.’. ‘Mmm fuck!” you spoke out, dragging the word out. His eyes remained on you taking in the way your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes sealing shut. The way your hands gripped his hair made him feel like his pants had just shrunk.

This is even better than what you imagined on your late nights alone. The pace of his fingers quickened and your walls clenched around them. Your thighs clamped around his head when he hit the right spot. “Ahh~! Mm right there” you moan out loudly. “Shh sweetheart don’t want us getting caught do you?”. The thought of someone catching you made you wetter. “Mm, but I guess you’d like that huh? Dirty girl”. He let out a chuckle. The vibrations go straight to your heat.

It felt as though a tight knot had formed in your stomach itching to be untied. Your grip on his hair got tighter as you grinded on his face chasing your release. You felt his tongue flicking and sucking on your clit faster. No head you ever got felt this good. Your breaths shortened and got higher. You let out a loud moan before you reached your climax. Your cum and arousal are being caught by Ken’s tongue. Your rock-solid grip on his hair loosened and your breathing began to steady.

You took a few deep breaths. As he pulled away his chin was shining in the light from your juices. “I just wanna stay between here for hours. Gah, you taste so good.”. He said licking his lips, removing your leg from his shoulder, and standing up tall.

You’re standing against the door with your chest heaving while Ken Sato stands above you. You’ve finally come back, to and see Ken just staring at you. “What is there something on my face?” You question while patting your face in search of the unknown article. He laughs “You’re leaned up against a door with no panties on and that’s what you’re worried about?” He raises a brow at you.

You smile, “I mean yeah, I can’t be getting fucked by the Ken Sato and looking a hot mess.” You laugh. He hums “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve been thinking a lot about this” He puts a hand to his chin. You look away, “Whaaat noo”. He doesn’t seem convinced but he drops it. “Well I know just the thing to get your mind off it” he smirks, grabs your hand and brings you to the countertop. He pushes you against it and pulls your head back gently so you can face yourself in the mirror.

“I want your eyes on the mirror at all times ok? You can do that for me sweetheart can’t you?” He asks whilst unzipping his pants. “Hell yeah, I can” You pride yourself in the way you could keep eye contact with certain things. Let’s just say you always won a staring contest. “You sound pretty sure..Better not disappoint.” He leaned against you and whispered in your ear.

He lifted your skirt up and grabbed his cock running it up and down your folds, gathering your slick before lining himself up and slowly pushing in. You wince at the burning stretch. From what you felt he wasn’t very thick, about a little over average but he sure was long. You shut your eyes tight, the stretch feeling to be too much. Your eyes opened just as fast as they closed when you felt a harsh slap on your ass.

“Thought you said you could keep your eyes on the mirror…Fuuck.” His head fell back as he bottomed out. The look on his face made you clench around him. “If you keep wrapping around me like that I’ll cum before I even start.” he began moving slowly, each slow thrust made you yearn for more. His pace began to quicken and the sound of skin on skin was now very audible.

You regret being cocky when you said you could keep your eyes on the mirror. He was hitting all the right places and the view from the mirror wasn’t helping. The pussy drunk look on his face mixed with his toned flexed arms made you want to come undone right then and there. Moans spilled out like a prayer. He let out a few grunts and moans here and there. His hands were tight on your hips, sure to leave a bruise or two.

“You know, that little stunt you pulled out there back at the shoot. Fuck…It was a real dirty move.” He says slowly trying to keep concentration on the rhythm of the thrust. He brought a hand up to your neck and gripped it tight but light enough so you could breathe. His thrust got harsher pounding you down on his cock. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he hit your g-spot, your gummy walls clamping down on him once more.

“Ahh, YES, fuck! Right there…Keep going” you managed to get out. You moved a hand up onto the mirror for more stabilization, the grip on the sink wasn’t enough. The fucked out look on yours and his face was embedded into your head, never to be forgotten. “Yeah, right there sweetheart? What do ya say, hm?” his voice was degrading. You lock eyes with him in the mirror “Mmm please, ahhh~ please keep going.” Your voice was desperate and whiny.

“Since you’ve asked so nicely” he continuously rams into the same spongy spot, rearranging your guts. Another hand left your side and went in between your thighs rubbing and pinching your clit. You were seeing stars at this point. Trying your best to keep your eyes on the now slightly foggy mirror. The same knotted feeling from earlier came back in the pit of your stomach.

“Ah! Ken, m’cuming!” you say mouth a jar and head fogged. “Yeah? C’mon sweets give it to me. I know you can” his words push you over the edge and the coil in your stomach snaps. Your breathing is heavy as your chest rises and falls. The thrust continues as Ken fucks you through your orgasm and chases after his release. The continued stimulation on your clit plus the thrusting becomes too much for your overstimulated body. “Ah ah! Ken mmm s-slow down”. His pace doesn’t let down. “S’too much” Your fingers are bent in on the mirror giving up on trying to stay focused on it.

Your head is hanging low between your shoulders. “Mmm, fuck. I know you can take it sweetheart…mm, ah. You’re doing so…so fucking good.” he whines in the last few words. The rhythm of the thrust begins to falter as his climax approaches. His pace finally lets down as he finishes inside. After he finishes he stays in and continues to toy with your clit determined to give you a third orgasm. You clench down on him. “C’mon sweetheart, give it to me,” he says, voice demanding.

The coil breaks again and you squirt everywhere. Ken continues flicking your clit stimulating you through your orgasm. Your breathing is raspy. “Fuuuck, I haven’t been fucked that good like ever.” You say laughing at your own comment and removing your hand from the mirror. “I can’t believe you came inside. You better hope I don’t end up pregnant. I don’t want to be involved in a scandal.” You say looking at him in the mirror. He pulls out and slaps your ass.

He smirks, “I wouldn’t mind having a mini-me around.”

[frankcastlescumslut]

my girl

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI!!! mentions of alcohol consumption, roleplay-ish, exhibitionism/voyeurism, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, soft dom!frank, degradation/praise kink, “daddy” and “sir”, overstimulation, squirting, breeding kink, cockwarming if you squint, little aftercare

summary: the game: no touching allowed

A/N: omg hey 🙈 it’s been a while! but I’m back! this is pure filth and I’m not ashamed! we all know Frank Castle would talk you through it!

COMMENTS/REBLOGS/LIKES ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED AND WELCOMED <;3

DONT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY SHIT.

It was one of those nights.

The kind where you and Frank attempted to pull your heads out of your asses after a shitty week and have fun for once.

He would argue that his version of fun was only found with a gun in his hand or kevlar strapped to his chest, and he truly meant it at one point, but that was before you, his girl, and he would do anything for his girl— even if it meant indulging you in your own fanatical definition of entertainment.

Your idea of fun, however, was a shitty dive bar that smelled like stale beer, wearing skimpy dresses that you found in adult stores, and pretending like you had never seen Frank a day in your life, imagining he was some hot shot trying to show you a good time.

It started off as a game. Frank didn’t get it at first, struggling with the idea that “pretending” wasn’t lying, it’s not lying, Frank. I still love you. It’s just a game, you have to convince me to come back home with you, but eventually it became a different challenge entirely— it was now healthy competition between the two of you, seeing who could last the longest without touching one another.

And it was one of those nights where you played dirty.

Wearing nothing but a silk slip that left nothing to the imagination and crotchless panties, you expertly navigated around the bar while the music bewitched you, leading you in different directions and drawing men towards your magnetic pull.

It didn’t take much for men to pay attention to you. You knew that, but more importantly, Frank knew that, and he was painfully aware of how alluring you were.

It was all fair game, and he let you have your fun, only finding comfort in knowing that he was the only one who could shove his face into your chest and cunt. That he was the only one that would take you home and pull moans out of you like it was his job. That he was the only one who could bury and empty himself into you and you would take all of it, because you were his girl.

Frank was more possessive than he led on, but it was the only consolation he had while playing your game. He ignored the few stray women that eventually found their way to him with ease. He didn’t enjoy their attention, it almost disgusted him, but he did appreciate the way your jealousy manifested itself.

You knew it was a game, that the blonde woman meant nothing to him, but the jealousy turned you into something else completely.

The envy mixed into the final swig of your drink and went down easily as it burned the back of your throat. The liquid courage warmed you enough to move, and you shuffled down from your perched stool with a fire stirring in your belly.

It wasn’t your fault that your purse conveniently fell from your shoulder, or the way your dress rose above your ass when you bent over to retrieve it, revealing your crotchless panties to the patrons of the bar. It also wasn’t your fault for the dog whistles that pierced through the music, the droopy eyed stares, or the coughing fit that Frank fell victim to as he choked on his beer.

You could practically taste victory, unable to hide the smirk that plastered against your cheeks as you collected your belongings, turning to face him. The win, however, was short lived, and your face fell when you caught his eye, unable to read his darkened expression.

Whether it was the churning alcohol or growing need between your thighs, you found the confidence to hold his gaze, paying attention to the way he slammed his beer back.

Fuck.

The game was over, that much was clear, and your heart hammered against your chest. Maybe you had gone too far this time. Maybe the panties were too much. Maybe he would understand if you apologized and forfeited this time. Maybe—

Fuck.

For a moment, you swore you faced the Punisher. He grew in size and stature, towering over you as he straightened, the random woman falling off of him in return. He was unreadable, almost threatening, but his façade flickered as he subtly nodded towards the door.

Fuck.

The tension was palpable. It practically trailed your wobbly stride as you found your way out of the bar, hiccuping down your anxiety. Frank followed your lead, silently stalking behind you. His presence was looming, and the silence was baiting your wanton anticipation.

“Frank,” you broke character, turning to face him.

His stride never faltered, and he beat you to the truck. “Frank, wait.”

“Ladies first.” The truck door swung open with a creak as Frank all but pulled it from its hinges, eager to usher you into your place.

You must’ve looked uneasy, tottering on the balls of your feet, and he took note of your lip tucked between your teeth.

“It’s okay,” he reassured you with a wink, holding out his hand to help you into your seat.

Yellow street lights hid the warmth in your cheeks as you softened beneath Frank’s gentleness, and you couldn’t help but hide a smirk as you made a final attempt to claim the last word at your own game.

The hem of your dress tickled the back of your thighs as you attempted to climb into the truck, only pausing to pull the rest of your dress over your hips. It was a lousy move given the circumstances— you pretending to busy yourself while exposing your dripping cunt for anyone in the parking lot to see, but you knew it would rile him up in a way that would benefit the both of you. Eventually.

“C’mon now, sweetheart,” Frank groaned at the sight before him, his own pants growing tighter while he studied the way your core glistened.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you quipped innocently. “I’m just looking for my phone.” You spread your legs ever so slightly, silently inviting him to have his way with you.

“That right?” He drew closer with slow, deliberate steps, knowing how much you enjoy the anticipation. It was exciting, and he was so close, and you were offering yourself to him, and the act was slipping…

“Cause I thought maybe it could be in here?” You jump as your purse lands in front of your face with a thud, bouncing in the driver's seat.

“Huh,” you let out an amused chuckle before Frank fit himself against your spread legs, a small gasp escaping your lips as he pressed himself into you, his bulge hitting your clit directly. “Probably is,” you whimpered, dropping your head as a silent thanks to the truck for providing a welcomed new height and angle.

“Probably is?” He questioned, his voice startling as his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. He’s careful not to kiss you fully, not wanting to break the rules of your game, and he forces his arms to land on either side of you, caging you beneath him.

You felt his chest heave against your back and you smile to yourself, relishing in your ability to unravel the Punisher, but the victory is short lived; he unfurls himself from your bent form before delicately pulling your dress back down to cover your ass.

“C’mon.” His palm landed against your supple flesh and you yelped at the unexpected contact. “Let me take you home.”

“I win!” You exclaimed, nearly hitting your head on the inside of the truck.

“What?” He cocked his head to the side with a loose smile.

“I win!” You twisted in your seat to face him, your smile radiating in the dark. “You touched me first. I win.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He playfully shut the door in your face and you laugh, watching his lip curl into a smile as he fakes his own disappointment.

The door to your bedroom thudded against your weight, the doorknob rattling as you blindly maneuvered your way into your room.

“Frank,” you moaned into his mouth, pulling him impossibly close while stumbling towards your bed. The mattress dipped below your combined weight, Frank hovering over your sprawled frame.

Your hands traveled the length of his body, studying every contour of muscle like you would lose him if he pulled away. “Touch me,” you whispered, catching him by surprise.

“Aht aht,” he laughs into your neck at your demand, his lips attaching to your steady pulse. “You know the rules, babydoll. You gotta finish first before I can touch you.”

“But,” you attempt to refute your own rules.

“You wanna act like a big girl? You can make yourself cum.” He places deliberate kisses down your neck, taking extra care to suck on your delicate skin. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

It was so patronizing, the condescension sweet and sticky and so contrasting from the way he cradled your head, stroking your hairline before planting a kiss to your temple.

“Yes sir,” you submit willingly, whining when he peels himself away from you.

“Atta girl, you can do it,” he encourages you before settling on his side, adjusting comfortably into your mattress.

His eyes widened as you lifted yourself from the bed, pulling the billowy silk off of your frame before throwing it in his direction. You played into your short-lived victory, tracing your fingertips alongside the curves of your body and cupping your breasts together, letting a moan escape as your fingers brushed your hardened nipples.

It was obvious your ministrations affected Frank, and you watched as he pulled at his jeans, clearing his throat to conceal his grunt.

As much as you loved his response to your body, you can’t help but notice the way your breath catches in your throat while you watch him palm himself through the rough denim. It was a silent invitation for you to do the same, finally realizing how agonizing the ache in between your thighs had grown.

The elastic band of your barely there panties hadn’t made it around your fingers before Frank interrupted.

“Leave 'em on,” he huffed a laugh. “Ain’t hiding shit anyway.”

Your cheeks flushed at his enthusiasm, and you sheepishly found your place on the bed, your bare back resting against the headboard. It was only then when you realized how exposed you truly were, and you pressed your thighs together for some semblance of modesty.

“What’s the matter?” he teased. “You nervous or somethin’?”

“Mhm,” you nod your head, stifling a moan when your thighs instinctively clench together, adding just enough pressure against your already sensitive clit.

“Funny,” he chuckled, “cause you sure as hell weren’t shy before.” He was right, and you knew it, your skin consequently growing warm as he spotlighted your cheap plays at winning. “So go on,” he continues, “show me how a pretty whore like you wants to be touched.”

The expletive took you by surprise, but you obeyed shamelessly. Eagerly. Spreading your legs open as an offering to the man who watched just a few feet away as your fingers dipped between your thighs, pressing gently against your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned, your lip finding its place between your teeth.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” Frank cooed towards you, his tongue darting across his bottom lip while his eyes flash between your scrunched face and drenched fingertips.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“What was that?” He goaded.

“Yes, daddy,” you correct yourself. “Feels… so good.”

He moaned alongside you, grunting as he pulled himself out of the confines of his pants. You watched unabashedly as he spit into his palm before pumping his already weeping cock, the sight only pushing you closer towards your orgasm.

You made no attempts at hiding your pleasure.

“Fuck,” you whined, grinding your hips as your fingers circled your clit.

“There you go, that’s it,” Frank matched your pace, stroking his length as he spurred you on. “That’s my good girl, makin’ that pussy feel so good for daddy.”

“It feels so good,” your head fell against the headboard with a thud, but you hardly noticed. His gaze felt like fire creeping up your body as he studied you with anticipation. “I’m close,” you squeaked.

“Yeah? You’re doin’ so good, pretty girl,” he praised.

Your fingers worked tirelessly as you chased the familiar feeling, and you held your breath as the pressure grew.

“Attagirl, look at you. Just like that,” he bit his own lip while fisting his cock. “Be a good girl and cum for me.

“I’m gonna cum,” you croak out, too busy concentrating on the budding climax to notice the way Frank savored your rising chest and your fingers working your dripping cunt.

“That’s it, cum for daddy.”

It was overwhelming and you were unprepared for his attention, all but crying out as he expertly ran a thick finger between your folds before plunging into you. He hooked himself to your core while manually pulling your orgasm from your body, never breaking a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, don’t stop!” Your body stiffened and you held onto Frank’s forearm as your pleasure uncoiled and gushed from your core.

There was no time to process what happened or to even catch your breath; he clasped onto your ankles, pulling you closer to him before he delved into your wetness, collecting all of you on his tongue, suctioning his lips around your swollen clit.

“Frank!” you jumped at the sensitivity.

“Taste so good sweetheart,” he adjusted accordingly, continuing his languid strokes and moaning into the taste of your pussy.

You can’t help but ride out your high and grind against his tongue as he laps up the remnants of your orgasm, shuddering at each flick of his tongue against your clit.

It was too much and not enough all at the same time. He was close, but you needed him closer.

“I want you,” you reached down, pulling him to your lips. He moaned as your teeth nipped and sucked at his lower lip, savoring the taste of your arousal.

“What’s that?” He baited you, all but ripping his clothes from his body.

“I, fuck-“ you moaned as he lightly tapped his heavy cock against your swollen nub before trailing himself through your folds. “I want you, Frankie.”

“You do?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“I don’t really believe you, sweet girl,” he softened ever so slightly at the name, and you almost believed he would be merciful and indulge you, but his jaw tightened and his expression hardened in front of you. “Beg for it.”

Although deserved, it was a cruel, cruel punishment.

“I want you to fuck me,” you began, jutting your hips towards his cock sliding against you. “I want you to use me.”

He moaned at that— the way you submitted yourself to him, spreading your legs further apart to tease him into submission, waiting for him to break.

“I want you to fill me up and make me yours,” you snaked your hand between your bodies and guided his cock into your drenched cunt.

A hiss filled the room as he buried himself into you in one motion, and you groaned at the sudden sensation. He met your every need and ache, leaving you breathless and with double vision. Completely entranced by the delicious fullness.

“This what you wanted?” He growled into your ear, his body hovering over yours as he thrusted with precision. “Wanted me to use you like a good little slut?”

Your response was guttural, and you grabbed onto any part of him, pulling him in for more, more, more.

“Feels so fuckin’ good,” his lips brushed the soft curve of your neck. “Like that pussy was just made for me, ain’t that right?”

Of course it was right, every fiber of your being screamed out for him. He was insatiable, and it would never be enough.

“S-so good,” you stuttered through chattering teeth, attempting to focus your gaze on his face. “Feels so good, you feel so good.”

“God, look at you,” he cooed. “Already fucked out, huh? Have you had enough, sweetheart?”

You almost said yes; each thrust of his hips was a coordinated attack against your g spot, and you were debilitated, barely able to conjure words, let alone sentences.

“No,” you mustered. “Need you to use me, please.”

His brows creased together, your request causing him to teeter towards his own pleasure.

“You’re doin’ so good for me. Takin me like such a good girl,” he spit on his fingers before rubbing circles over your clit. “Want you to cum with me. Can you do that?”

“Mhm,” you didn’t think it was possible, but dammit you would try. You squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to draw the scattered pieces of your brain together to revel in his movements, becoming pliable in his hands.

“That’s it,” he grunted, enjoying the sight of his length disappearing into your dripping pussy. “Takin’ me so well, that’s my girl.”

You moaned at his praise, relishing in the way he claimed you both physically and verbally. He knew you were close, and you knew he was closing in on his precipice. He could feel the way you pulsed around him, beckoning his own release, and he gave into you completely.

“Cum for me, daddy.”

It came out so sweet he thought he imagined it.

“Keep talkin’ like that and I will,” he squeezed his eyes shut as if it would prolong the pleasure.

“Cum in my pussy, please. I need you.” You whimpered as you replaced his fingers with your own, chasing your own release while cupping his neck to bring his lips to yours. “So close,” you whined.

“‘Want daddy to fill that pretty pussy up, hm?” He mumbled into your open mouth.

“Yes sir.”

You were so close. It was right there.

“Be a good girl and cum with me.”

The room erupted in a cacophony of moans and you were sure flames had licked your skin. Your thighs shook against their will as your orgasm rolled over you, radiating between your bodies.

“Attagirl, there it is.” Frank admired the way your body responded to him, the way you clung to him while your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung agape. You were so beautiful sprawled out, and he gripped onto your fleshy hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“Fuck!” He groaned into the side of your neck as you pulsed around him, his thrusts growing sloppy before he spilled into you.

There was a moment of clarity between your blissful haze where you became aware of his presence, and the incessant need to have him closer overshadowed everything.

“So good,” you cupped his face, ignoring the way his stubble tickled your palms before pressing your trembling lips to his.

“So good,” he repeated, his nose pressing into yours while your lips met. “Did so good for me.”

He carefully pulled himself from you, never breaking the kiss even as you hissed. He simply ran a large hand along your head before looking over you.

“You okay sweetheart?”

You gave a drowsy, heavy-lidded smile with a shaky thumbs up from beneath him and he chuckled before placing a chaste kiss along your sternum and settling on top of you.

The added weight was welcomed and comforted you, acting as some grounding agent to bring you back together. It was the same for Frank; he clung to you, his arms wrapping around your fleshy frame while his fingertips pressed into you, memorizing each curve and contour of your body.

You followed suit, running your fingertips along the lines of muscles and splatters of raised scars before lazily squeezing him. He hummed when you grazed your nails along his scalp and nestled into your chest accordingly.

“I’m sorry for earlier,” you sleepily confess.

“Don’t worry bout it.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Nah.” His eyes remained closed, much to your confusion.

You were quiet for a moment, not fully understanding his answer. He knew you were quizzical. He didn’t need to look at you to know your face was scrunched and your eyebrows creased while you attempted to do the mental math behind his answer.

“Ain’t mad cause you’re my girl,” he beat you to it. “Unless you got somethin’ to tell me.” You could feel his smile against your chest.

“No I don’t,” you relaxed. “I’m your girl.”

[serial-designation-jey]

ALRIGHT YOU GUYS ASKED FOR THIS!

MURDER DRONES INCORRECT QUOTES, 38 PAGES WORTH, THE SHIPS ARE NUZI, DIZZY AND OILROSE. THIS WAS MADE LIKE A WEEK AFTER EPISODE 6 RELEASED. BE PREPARED THIS WILL BE LONG.

**Thad:** We call that a traumatic experience. 

**Thad, turning to Uzi:** Not a "bruh moment". 

**Thad, turning to J:** Not "sadge". 

**Thad, turning to V:** And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

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**Lizzy:** *lying down and crying* 

**V:** There, there. Why don’t you take some time off to not be around me while you’re like this?

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**V:** Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation? 

**N:** All the time. 

**V:** Then you should be used to it by now.

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**Uzi:** You need a hobby. 

**V:** I have a hobby! 

**Uzi:** Fawning over J isn’t a hobby.

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**N:** How do you connect with a fictional character? 

**Thad:** What? 

**Doll:** что? (What?) 

**Lizzy:** What? 

**Uzi:** *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.

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**Doll:** Иногда я разговариваю сам с собой без причины. (Sometimes i talk to myself.)

**Doll:** Я тоже! (Me too!)

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**Lizzy:** How do I tell Doll that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

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**Doll:** Uzi просто сказал: «У меня есть тяга к разрушению», а затем они нагнулись и развязали мой ботинок. (Uzi just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe.)

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**Uzi:** I will send my army to attack! 

**Uzi:** *releases a dumpster of raccoons*

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**J:** What kinds of sounds annoy you? 

**N:** Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones? 

**J, now interested:** Lets say imaginary. 

**N:** Spiders wearing flip-flops.

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**Lizzy:** Ow! 

**Doll:** В чем дело? (What’s wrong?) 

**Lizzy:** I have this weird pain right behind my visor. 

**Doll:** Это называется стрессовая головная боль. Я получил свой первый, когда мне было четыре года. (It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.)

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**N:** J, you’re mean!

**J:** What did you say? 

**N:** You heard me! 

**J, internally:** And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said.

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**Thad:** Why are you two always out during snowstorms? 

**N:** It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of snow. 

**Uzi:** V bet me I couldn’t get struck by lightning, but she’s WRONG.

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**Doll:** Так когда же мы им расскажем? (So when are we gonna tell them? )

**Lizzy:** Just give her a minute. 

**Uzi:** *Pulling on a door that clearly says push.*

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**Lizzy:** Hey! Wanna hear a joke? 

**Doll:** Конечно. (Sure.) 

**Lizzy:** Your life! 

**Doll:** На самом деле моя жизнь — не шутка, шутки имеют смысл. (Actually, my life isn’t a joke, jokes have meaning.)

**Lizzy:** Doll, no.

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**Tessa:** Keep it running. *Tosses keys over shoulder into empty parking lot.*

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*The Squad cleaning up* 

**Thad:** Pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away. 

**Lizzy, to Uzi:** Aight, which bin do you wanna go in—

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**Doll:** Я не был настолько пьян от масла. (I wasn’t that drunk on oil.)

**Lizzy:** You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. 

**Doll:** ПОТОМУ ЧТО ВЫ ЕСТЬ! (BECAUSE YOU ARE!)

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*When a child starts crying in public* 

**N:** *tries to make the child laugh* 

**Doll:** *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down* 

**Lizzy:** *gives [bad] detailed instructions to the parents* 

**Thad:** *cries with the child* 

**V:** *ignores the child* 

**Uzi:** *is the reason why the child is crying*

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**Lizzy:** Why are we friends? 

**V:** Poor decisions on your part.

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**Uzi:** So, are you two dating now? 

**J and V:** Yes. 

**Uzi:** Why? 

**J:** I happen to find V very appealing. 

**Uzi:** Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with V.

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**Uzi:** When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “Woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why N made me get tested.

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**J:** Is something burning? 

**V, leaning seductively on the counter:** Just my desire for you. 

**J:** V, the toaster is literally on fire.

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**J**: When I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.

**N**: What changed?

**J**: Now I know you’re a fake bitch.

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**J, passing their phone to N:** I'm passing the phone to someone, who if I had to choose between hanging out with them and having my organs removed one by one, I’d choose the organs. 

**N, passing the phone back to J:** I'm passing the phone to my best friend!

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**Uzi:** Two brooooos! 

**N:** Chillin' in a hot tub! 

**Uzi:** Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! 

**N:** 

**Uzi:** 

**N:** *tearing up* 

**Uzi:** Babe, c'mon... 

**N:** AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING. 

**Uzi:** Babe...

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**Uzi:** sapnu puaS. 

**Thad:** What?? 

**N:** What language is that? 

**Uzi:** Turn your phone 180 degrees. 

*Uzi was removed from the group chat*

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**V:** At this point I have to confess… I started to feel a little bad for Doll. Maybe it was the fact that I had just outperformed them at their own game, or maybe it was that I held an obvious advantage over the poor bastard. Maybe it was just that unbearable to look into their eyes. Either way, I started to wonder if maybe this was a pointless endeavor after all. What was I doing to this person? What was I trying to prove? Was this really some grand, noble quest, to tear an overconfident fraud from their unearned throne? To show everyone that I was right. That Doll did not deserve to stand at that zenith, to lord over all their lowly competitors. Or… perhaps… was I really just doing this for myself? Beating an opponent within an inch of their life over and over and over again… all for my own petty ego. All to fill this emptiness inside of me. I asked myself, was Doll really the bad guy? Or was it me, all along? 

**V:** But then I remembered that Doll ain’t shit, and I got over it!

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*Bullying Prevention Day at school* 

**Teacher:** Uzi, what would you do if one of your classmates viciously teased you again and again? 

**Uzi:** Oh, that’s easy. I’d take a pencil out of my pencil case— 

**Teacher:** To write something to your teacher? 

**Uzi:** —make sure that it’s really sharp, and ram it into their eye at full tilt! My mom always said the pencil is mightier than the sword because they can’t outlaw bringing pencils to school! 

**Teacher:** *internal screaming*

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**V:** This bloodline ends with me. 

**Uzi:** That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

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**V:** How’s practice going? 

**Lizzy:** Terrible. I want to stab everybody there. 

**V:** Okay, just don’t get any oil on your clothes. 

**Lizzy:** …you shouldn’t be condoning this. 

**V:** Don’t tell me how to live my life.

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**Uzi, singing:** I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need— 

**Lizzy:** A mom. 

**J:** A better love life. 

**V:** Mental stability. 

**N:** *clueless* Bagels?

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**Doll:** Люди всегда отвергают мои идеи, и мне это надоело. Два предложения, и все всегда кричат: «Какого черта? это незаконно!» и «Ты не можешь этого сделать!». Мол, давай, дай мне поговорить! (People always shoot down my ideas and I’m sick of it. Two sentences in and everyone’s always shouting “What the fuck? That’s illegal!” and “You can’t do that!”. Like, c'mon, let me talk!)

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**V:** How was your day, Lizzy? 

**Lizzy:** Yeah, fine, it's anti-bullying week at school. 

**V:** Oh? And what does that mean? 

**Lizzy:** It means I can't bully Uzi for a whole week.

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**V:** J annoyed me today so I told them that I can’t wait to see what they have planned for our special day tomorrow. 

**Uzi:** There is nothing special about tomorrow. 

**V:** But there is something special about watching the color leave their eyes as panic takes over.

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**Lizzy, to Doll:** You wanna fight? All right, let’s take this outside. The stars are so bright tonight and the moon looks so nice. Here, hold my hand—

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**Doll:** Не могу поверить, что в моем свидетельстве о рождении написано Ф… (I can’t believe my birth certificate says F... )

**Doll:** ...Как я не родился? (...How did I fail being born?)

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**Uzi:** *About to do something incredibly stupid* 

**N:** I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

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**Doll, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl:** Я убил парня, и мне это понравилось- (I killed a guy, and I liked it- )

**Lizzy, whispering:** Should we call the exorcist? 

**Uzi, also singing:** The taste of his cherry chapstick. 

**V, appalled:** Call the exorcist.

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**Uzi:** Guys… the principal just called— 

**Rebecca:** It was Lizzy! 

**Lizzy:** It was Braiden! 

**Braiden:** It was Thad! 

**Thad:** It was me!

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**Uzi:** I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time. 

**V:** *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

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**J:** You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "Huh.." 

**V:** I saw you. 

**J:** Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Tessa in a turkey costume.

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**N:** Remember! Curiosity killed the cat! 

**V:** Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Lizzy, go find out if that thing can catch fire! 

**N:** You're a bad influence. 

**V:** And you don't know your sayings.

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**Uzi:** Is stabbing someone immoral? 

**Lizzy:** Not if they consent to it. 

**V:** Depends on who you’re stabbing. 

**N:** YES??!!?

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**V:** The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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**Doll:** Хотите чего-нибудь выпить? (Would you like something to drink?) *They open the fridge* У нас есть вода, молоко, сок, тараканы, Доктор Пеппер- (We have water, milk, juice, cockroaches, Dr. Pepper-)

**Lizzy:** Cockroaches? 

**Doll:** Тараканы это тогда. (Cockroaches it is then.) 

**Lizzy:** No, that wasn’t- 

*But they were already pouring them a brimming glass of cockroaches*

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**V:** How long do you think it'll take? 

**J:** I don’t know, three or four. 

**Uzi:** Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months? 

**V:** Yeah, maybe five. 

**Uzi:** Five what?!

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*J Driving and taking V and N along for the ride* 

**N:** That's a pothole. To the left! 

**J:** Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole* 

**V, sticking their face into the front over the center console:** Cha Cha real smooth. 

**J:** I don't think that's how the song goes. 

**N, crying and gripping the handle:** Please just take me home. 

**J:** Country Roads. 

**V:** To the place. 

**J and V in unison:** I Belong! 

**N, crying harder:** What the fuck?

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*J and V are in a mirror maze* 

**J, seeing V:** C'mon, you got it! Almost through! 

**V:** Oh! I see you! *runs straight into a mirror, shattering it* 

**J:** *Cries laughing*

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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* 

**Lizzy:** I love me too.

**V:** Oh no. 

**N:** *cries* I love you too. 

**Uzi:** Sounds fake, but okay. 

**J:** *A flustered mess* 

**Thad:** Can I get a refund?

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**V:** It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

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**Doll:** Я думаю, мой ангел-хранитель пьет. (I think my guardian angel drinks.)

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**Thad:** Hey, Lizzy? Can I get some dating advice? 

**Lizzy:** Just because I'm with Doll doesn't mean I know how I did it.

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**N:** There is no i in happyness… 

**J:** There is if you fucking spell it right.

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**Uzi:** We are gathered here today because someone- *glares at V’s coffin* -couldn’t stay alive!

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**Lizzy:** Would you take a bullet for me? 

**Doll:** …да? (...yes?) 

*Uzi angrily bursts into the room* 

**Lizzy:** *running away* Great, thanks!

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**N:** You know, I really wish you’d just admit you made a mistake sometimes. 

**V, stirring their coffee:** I prefer it with salt.

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**Uzi:** Are you okay? 

**N, crying:** Yeah, it was just the onions. 

**Uzi:** *Picks up an onion* What the fuck did you say to N?

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**Thad:** Do you support gay rights? 

**Doll:** Я буквально гей. (I’m literally gay.) 

**Uzi:** They’re avoiding the question!

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**N:** Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers! 

**V:** Please, just say fuck.

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**Lizzy:** Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- 

**Thad:** Eyy, homie! 

**Uzi:** But then there's cootie... 

**J:** Die.

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**Uzi:** Isn’t it weird that we can’t ride any other animal except horses? Like if horses weren’t a thing, drones would be fucked cause we couldn’t ride any other animals. Like riding animals wouldn’t really be a thing. We should probably be more grateful to horses. 

**V:** Elephants. 

**Uzi:** Blocked. 

**J:** Camels. 

**Uzi:** Extra blocked. 

**N:** Donkeys. 

**Uzi:** Ultra blocked. 

**Lizzy:** That dick. 

**Uzi:** ...Followed.

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**N:** Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute drone but I'm not! 

**V:** N, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday. 

**N:** It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it! 

**J:** ...It was a bug. 

**N:** It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not! 

**V:** ... 

**J:** ... 

**N:** Stop looking at me like that!

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**Uzi:** I feel like the world would be better if I'd never been born. 

**J:** Aw... that's not true. 

**J:** It'd be exactly the same. 

**J:** You're not important.

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**V, admiring a sleeping J:** You’re so cute. 

**J, sleepily:** I could beat your ass. 

**V, lovingly:** I know.

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**Lizzy:** I know how this must look but I can assure you we have a perfectly logical explanation. 

**Thad:** Yeah! We’re cowards!

**Lizzy**: Thad- no.

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**V:** Stay foxy. 

**J:** Die lonely.

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**Lizzy, filling out legal paperwork:** Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB? 

**V:** Bold of you to assume I was born at all. 

**J:** I personally was created in a lab. 

**Uzi:** I just straight up spawned lol.

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**V:** Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. 

**V:** Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

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**Lizzy:** *Pulls a glass of water from out of nowhere* 

**Doll:** Где ты достала это? (Where did you get that?)

**Lizzy:** My pocket. 

**Doll:** Как держать стакан воды в кармане? (How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?)

**Lizzy:** Skills.

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**Lizzy:** How are you today? 

**Doll:** Пожалуйста, не заставляй меня думать о своей жизни. (Please don’t make me think about my life.)

-

Here’s a bunch of shipping ones that I got:

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

**N:** *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely* 

**Uzi:** That one. I want that one.

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**Uzi:** Hey, J, are you free on Friday? Like around eight? 

**J:** uh. Yeah. why.

**Uzi:** And you, V? 

**V:** Umm... yes? 

**Uzi:** Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! 

**V:** Did she just-

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**N:** Are you ready to commit? 

**Uzi:** Like a crime or a relationship?

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**N:** Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid. 

**Uzi:** You always act stupid. 

**Uzi:** 

**Uzi:** Wait...

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**J:** Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash. 

**V:** Oh. We're going out? 

**J:** Wh...

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**V:** I want to kiss you. 

**J, not paying attention:** What? 

**V:** I said if you die, I won't miss you.

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**J:** Ugh, crushes are so dumb. 

**V:** I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting crazy. 

**J:** But you’re always acting crazy? 

**V:** ... 

**V:** Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

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**Doll:** Кем ты хочешь быть на Хэллоуин? (What do you want to be for Halloween?)

**Lizzy:** Yours. 

**Doll:** …

**Doll:** …да, это было бы довольно страшно. (…yeah, that would be pretty scary.)

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End of MAJOR shipping section

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**Thad:** I was arrested for being too cool. 

**Lizzy:** The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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**J, when V walks in:** Oh, hey, I'm just storing oil. 

**J:** *“accidentally” smacks N in the face with a worker’s arm*

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**N:** Anyone wanna play cards?

**J:**Sure, anyone have any poker chips?

**Uzi:** Plus four. 

**Thad:** Pikachu, I choose you

**V:** Go fish.

**N:** I meant rummy-

**Random worker drone:** It's gin rummy.

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**Uzi:** We’ve got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without

**J:** N, probably.

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**J:** I'm sorry please talk to me

**V:**

**J:** Hello? World’s most amazing drone? Sweet Pea? Company assigned partner?

**V:** Don't sweet pea me you stole my bubbles.

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**J:** I'm not doing too well.

**V:** Are you okay?

**J:** I have this headache that comes and goes

**N:** *enters the room*

**J:** There it is again!

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**J:** I CAN'T DO IT!

**V, laughing:** I CAN'T EITHER!

**J:** I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

**N:** WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

**J:**

**J:** I appreciate it,

**J:** BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

**Doll:** J-

**J:** YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

**Lizzy:** J we gotta-

**J:** YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

**J:** YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

**J, motioning to Uzi:** NOT FUCKING THIS

-

'Can I copy the homework?'

**N:** I can help you with it!

**Uzi:** Yeah, sure.

**V:** Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

**J:** lol nope.

**Lizzy:** We had homework?

**Doll:** *Read 5:55pm*

-

**J:** We need to distract these guys **V:** Leave it to me **V:** Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. **Thad, Uzi, and Lizzy:** *Immediately begin arguing* **N, watching in horror:** Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

-

**V:** Time for plan G. **J:** Don’t you mean plan B? **V:** No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. **Uzi:** What about plan D? **V:** Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. **N:** What about plan E? **V:** I’m hoping not to use it. J dies in plan E. **Uzi:** I like plan E.

-

**J:** If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. **N:** What if it bites me and it dies!? **V:** Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, N, learn to listen. **Uzi:** What if it bites itself and I die? **N:** That’s voodoo. **Lizzy:** What if it bites me and someone else dies? **J:** That’s correlation, not causation. **Uzi:** What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? **V:** That’s kinky. **J:** Oh my God.

-

OILROSE SECTION because im running out of ideas and i love them a lot

**J:** Here's some advice

**V:** I didn't ask for any

**J:** Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

-

**V:** *Stabs their leg with tail* FUCK!

**J:** Language!

**V:** What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

**J:**

**V:** You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

-

*J:* You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

**V, drinking toast:** Why do you say that?

-

**V:** So are we flirting right now?

**J:** I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU??

**V:** That doesn’t answer my question.

-

**V:** Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

**J:** You and me.

**V, tearing up:** Okay.

-

**V:** .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- (I’M SORRY)

**J:** What's that?

**V:** Remorse code.

**J:** I'm even angrier now.

-

**V:** Am I in trouble?

**J:** Take a guess.

**V:** No?

**J:** Take another guess.

-

**J, pointing:** May I sit there?

**V:** That's my lap

**J:** That doesn't answer my question, V.

-

**V:** English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

**J:** You need to stop.

-

**J:** *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

**V:** *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

-

**J:** I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

**V:** It’s not a joke.

**V:** *sniffles*

**V:** I’m a legit snack.

-

**J, addressing the squad:** And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

**V:** But – that’s just a trash can.

**J:** It sure is!

-

**J:** Remember when we didn't try to solve all our problems with attempted murder?

**V:** Stop romanticizing the past.

-

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

**J:** I wake up at 4:30 AM

**V:**

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

-

**J:** V...

**V:** Oh no, 'V' in b-flat.

**V:** You're disappointed.

-

**J:** petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday

**V:** Wednesay

**J:** Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible

-

**V:** You love me, right, J?

**J:** Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

-

*J and V skipping stones on a (frozen) lake*

**J:** It’s such a nice night..

**V, whispering:** Take that you fucking lake

-

**J:** You're right.

**V:** That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

END OF OILROSE SECTION :’( it was getting a bit too long

-

**J:** Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

**N:** >:O language

**Lizzy:** Yeah watch your fucking language

**V:** OKAY WHO TAUGHT LIZZY THE FUCK WORD?

**Uzi:** 'The fuck word'.

**Thad:** Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

**Lizzy:** Oh my god they censored it

**Uzi:** Say fuck, Thad.

**Lizzy:** Do it, Thad. Say fuck.

-

**V:** Rules are made to be broken.

**N:** They were made to be followed.Nothing is made to be broken.

**Thad:** Uh, piñatas.

**J:** Glow sticks.

**Uzi:** Karate boards.

**Lizzy:** Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

**V:** Rules.

**N:**

-

*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one*

**J:** I will not let you down.

**Thad:** Sounds fun.

**V:** K.

**Uzi:** No, I'm fucking not.

**Lizzy:** Do I have to be?

**N:** Please god, I am so tired.

-

**Lizzy:** What are you talking about N? You love it here! 

**N:** I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome.

-

**Lizzy:** See, the problem is, V, you’re playing 3D chess. I’m playing 4D. 

**V:** I’m playing checkers. I don’t know what the fuck you’re playing.

-

**V:** I’m so tired. 

**Uzi:** Did you get to bed late? 

**V:** No. 

**Uzi:** Did you do something strenuous? 

**V:** No. 

**Uzi:** Then why are you tired? 

**V:** I’m alive. 

**Uzi:** Sounds exhausting.

-

**V:** You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. 

**J:** What changed your mind? 

**V:** Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.

-

**V:** Are you busy? 

**J:** Yes. 

**V:** Cool, listen to this...

Somebody stop me im decending into oilrose again

-

 *V recording whilst Lizzy and Uzi are arguing* 

**Lizzy:** HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP!! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO! 

**V:** *wheezes like a tea kettle* 

**J, pulling out a knife:** I'm gonna stab them both.

**Lizzy:** YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG? 

**Uzi:** It's my favorite movi- 

**Lizzy:** SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE, UZI! 

**Uzi:** I'm not fighting with you, I'm not fighting with y- 

**Lizzy:** GROW UP, BRO. GROW UP!

-

**J:** Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder. 

**J:** *glares at N* 

**N:** Well, sorry I have morals!

-

*The Squad's cooking skills* 

**Doll:** *master chef* 

**Lizzy:** *knows a few recipes* 

**Thad:** *can follow instructions on a box* 

**Uzi:** *made toast once* 

**N:** *banned from the kitchen*

-

**Lizzy:** Why are you on fire? 

**V:** This is just how my day is going.

-

*Lizzy and Thad are texting* 

**Lizzy:** Who are you? Someone changed the names in my phone. 

**Thad:** What did they change my name to? 

**Lizzy:** Chosen One. 

**Thad:** Don’t change it back. 

**Lizzy:** BUT WHO ARE YOU?!?! 

**Thad:** I’m the chosen one.

-

**Lizzy:** In my defense, I was left unsupervised. 

**N:** Wasn’t V with you? 

**V:** In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

-

**Uzi:** Go to hell! 

**J:** Oh! I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.

**V, from far away:** Me too!

-

**Uzi:** Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

-

**Thad:** Valentines Day? I'm ready. *Sprays an entire can of AXE body spray on themselves*

-

**J:** If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, V!

*Neither of them dies*

**V:** …

**J:** …

**V:** So do you wanna talk about somethi-

**J:** No thank you.

-

**V:** J! I thought you were dead! 

**J:** No, just in deep cover. 

**V:** ...But it was an open casket. 

**J:** It was very deep.

-

**J:** V, I love you and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing? 

**Uzi, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that V is sitting atop:** Oh nothing much. 

**V:** I love you too :)

-

**Uzi:** Don’t mansplain this to me! 

**J:** Wh- I’m a woman! I can't mansplain anything to you! 

**Uzi:** …Well, I’m a feminist, and I believe a woman can do anything a man does!

-

**Lizzy:** Who the fuck- 

**N:** Language! 

**Lizzy:** Whom the fuck- 

**N:** No.

-

**Uzi:** Is J always like this when she loses? 

**V:** Oh, yes. You should've been there for the Great Jenga Tantrum of (year). 

**J:** YOU BUMPED THAT TABLE AND WE ALL KNOW IT.

-

**N, in a high voice, holding Barbie:** Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! 

**Uzi, in a deep voice, holding Ken:** Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids. 

**V:** What the fuck are you guys doing? 

**Uzi:** Playing systemic oppression.

-

**J:** Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know! 

**V:** The mouth of a jellyfish is also an an*s. 

**J:** Stop.

-

**Lizzy:** ARE YOU- 

**Uzi:** Fucking. 

**Lizzy:** KIDDING ME?! YOU- 

**Uzi:** Fucking. 

**Lizzy:** IDIOT! 

**Thad:** …What was that? 

**Uzi:** V banned Lizzy from swearing, so I’m helping her out.

-

**Uzi:** I hate you with every inch of my body! 

**J:** That’s not a lot of inches.

-

**Lizzy:** You think you're smarter than everyone else. 

**J:** I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.

-

**V:** I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows. 

**Uzi:** I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

-

**Tessa:** Its hard to resist, I'm really sorry- I mean, considering your approach so far, you had us tied here for- what? Hours? And you haven’t even had us confirm what exactly we are! 

**Cyn:** What are you then? 

**Tessa:** I'm a Virgo! -fucking dies-

-

**Lizzy:** She's the girl of my dreams! 

**Thad:** You say every girl is the girl of your dreams. 

**Lizzy:** I have a lot of dreams.

-

**J:** Why am I the bad guy? 

**V:** I don't know, why am I the hot one? We all have our thing.

-

**N:** Do you always have to attack me with your words? 

**J:** Would you prefer me to use a brick?

-

**Thad:** Happy Scorpio season. If you have to burn a bridge, do it safely! 

**J:** With NAPALM.

-

**J:** Hey, wanna go hunt with me? 

**V:** You have a gun in your hand. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

-

**J:** The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died. 

**J:** I will not yield.

-

**Thad:** What’s it like being tall? 

**Uzi:** Is it nice? 

**Lizzy:** Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? 

**N:** We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

-

**V, trying to comfort J:** What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

-

**V:** I want to be like a caterpillar. 

**Uzi:** Explain. 

**V:** Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful. 

**N:** You know they have a lifespan of a week, right? 

**V:** 

**J:** That's just another highlight!

-

**Doll:** Выйди из моей комнаты (Get out of my room)

**V, standing in the doorway:** I’m not in your room.

-

**J:** You know, sometimes I really think I can be too straight. 

**V, covered in bi merch and sipping an iced oil:** Sucks to be you.

-

**J:** I don't know, it's not my cup of oil. 

**V:** Well then whose is it? 

**J, staring at a cup of oil:** I don't know!

-

**Doll:** Бро, мне приснилось, что мы поцеловал. (Bro, I had a dream we kissed.) 

**Lizzy:** Bro, relax it was just a dream. 

**Doll:** Ха, гей, я бы тебя не целовать. (Huh, gay, I wouldn’t kiss you.)

**Lizzy:** You wouldn’t? 

**Doll:** Я имею в виду, если ты не хочешь… (I mean, unless you want to-)

-

**Uzi:** This can’t get any worse. Can it? 

**J:** Sure it can - just give me a minute.

-

**Uzi:** Ew. What kind of tea is this? 

**J:** I boiled oil.

-

**V:** Guys, my friend here is bilingual. 

**J:** Yes. 

**V:** Which means they like both boys and girls. 

**J:** Ye- wait, what- 

**Uzi:** V, that's not what bilingual means- 

**V:** Shhh, it's okay J. I still love you, girl. 

**N and Uzi:** ... 

**V:** Full homo.

-

**Thad:** Hey do you wanna hang out this weekend? 

**Lizzy:** Generic excuse. 

**Thad:** I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face. 

**Lizzy:** I can.

-

**N:** Aren’t you going to say “have a nice day?” 

**J:** I don’t care if you have a pulse, much less a nice day.

-

**V:** Truth or dare? 

**Lizzy:** Dare. 

**V:** I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room. 

**Lizzy:** Hey Uzi? 

**Uzi:** Yeah? 

**Lizzy:** Can you move? I'm trying to get to Doll.

-

OILROSE SECTION (again) im running out of ideas and i love them a lot

**J:** Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt. 

**V:** Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

-

**V:** Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. 

**J:** Okay. 

**V:** And make out during the scary parts. 

**J:** Th- 

**J:** The scary parts. 

 **J:** Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

-

**V:** I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it. 

**J:** What- how? 

**V:** You’d be like “come with me to hunt… Mrs. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

-

**J:** *angrily presses V against a wall* WHERE'S MY JCJENSON PENS?! 

**V:** ... 

**V:** Are we about to kiss-

-

**J:** Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, V! 

**V:** You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

-

**V:** I love you. 

**J, not paying attention:** What was that? 

**V:** I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

-

**V:** You look good in that hoodie. 

**J:** You know where else I'd look good? 

**V, zero hesitation, without thinking:** My bed. 

**J, at the same time:** By your side- wait, what?

-

**V, throwing their head into J's lap:** Tell me I'm pretty! 

**J, lovingly stroking their hair:** You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

-

**J:** Do you love me? 

**V:** We’re literally married. 

**J:** Yeah, but as friends or—

-

**J:** That was so hot, V. 

**V:** I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenerate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. 

**J:** I'm so in love with you.

-

**V:** You got a date yet J? 

**J:** No... 

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

-

**V:** *seductively takes off glasses* 

**V:** Wow... 

**J:** *blushes* Haha... what? 

**V:** You're really fucking blurry.

-

**J:** Okay, but if your not gay then why are you always holding my hand and kissing me and telling me I’m your girlfriend? 

**V:** Dude- Its satire! 

**J:** THAT'S NOT WHAT SATIRE MEANS!

-

**V:** Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? 

**J:** Peonies, why? 

**V:** 

**J:** Were you going to get me flowers? 

**V:** 

**J:** 

**V:** ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

-

**J:** BE A BETTER PERSON! 

**V:** WHY?! 

**J:** BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

-

**V, to J:** We had a date! 

**V:** *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

-

**V arguing with J:** HOW DO I LOVE YOU?

**J:** NO BUT YOU HA-... you- love me?

-

**J:** Goodnight to the love of my life, V, and fuck the rest of y'all.

-

**V:** If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

END OF OILROSE SECTION :’( it was getting a bit too long

**N:** If you got arrested what would be the charges? 

**Lizzy:** Theft. 

**Thad:** Disturbing the peace. 

**Uzi:** Aggravated assault. 

**J:** Arson. 

**V:** All of the above. In that order, probably.

-

**V:** I hate taking off my glasses, because without them, my vision goes from Full HD all the way down to buffering at 240p and I just can't handle that.

-

*V and J playing Minecraft* 

**V:** Oh no, oh no, oh no- 

**J:** What’s wrong? 

**V:** I did a thing. 

**J:** *You regret the thing you dID-* 

**V:** *screams* 

**J:** What the fuck did you do- *sees mass of aggravated Piglin* Damn it- 

**V:** *screams again*

-

**J:** If a demon possessed me, I’d just be like, “Okay, take it from here, good luck man.”

-

**Lizzy:** Ooh, I like your accent, where you from? 

**Random Drone:** I am Liberian. 

**Lizzy:** Oh, my bad. 

**Lizzy, whispering:** I like your accent, where you from?

-

**V:** Pfft, you should meet J, they're such a tsundere. 

**Lizzy:** They... they just stabbed you. 

**V:** So cute.

-

**N:** I think Uzi is in trouble. 

**V:** Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

-

**V:** I am going to cry. I’m going to cry until I can no longer physically cry anymore because all the oil in my body is gone and I die from overheating. 

**N:** Are you okay? 

**J:** Did you actually just ask them that?  Like, you need that to be answered otherwise you won’t know?

-

*in a group chat* 

**V:** First one to reply is gat. 

**V:** *gay 

**V:** Wait...

-

**V, day-dreaming:** When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason.

-

**N:** You don't know anything about me! 

**J:** I know EVERYTHING about you! You are an open book written for very dumb children!

-

**V:** *casually taking four stairs at a time* 

**Uzi, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time:** Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

-

**Doll:** Эй, Лиззи, я нашел паука. Крутой пацан. Спасибо, что ели комаров. (Hey Lizzy, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos.)

**Doll:** О нет, куда это про��ало? (Oh no, where did it go?)

**Lizzy:** DOLL WHAT THE FUCK?!

-

**V:** If you kill me, my teeth only have a 2% drop rate. 

**J:** What? 

**V:** Good luck.

-

**J:** Stressed. 

**V:** Depressed. 

**Uzi:** Possessed. 

**Doll:** Одержимый. (Obsessed.)

**Thad:** Impressed. 

**N:** Chicken breast. 

**Everyone:** ...What? 

**N:** I just wanted to join in.

-

**Uzi:** Do you take constructive criticism? 

**J:** No, only cash or credit.

-

**N:** So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? 

**V:** We're chopsticks! 

**N:** Well... that's cute! 

**N:** Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly? 

**J:** No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

-

**N:** My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco. 

**Thad:** My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy. 

**Uzi:** My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance. 

**Lizzy:** My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

-

**Uzi:** What's wrong with you? 

**J:** Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

-

**Uzi:** Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies? 

**V:** Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials. 

**N:** It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby. 

**J:** Rock also defeats baby.

-

**Doll:** Я от природы смешной, потому что моя жизнь — это шутка. (I'm naturally funny because my life is a joke.)

-

**J, making coffee:** This is going to fix everything.

-

**V:** You know, Uzi, you are the sun in my life. 

**Uzi:** Why? Cause I'm smoking hot? 

**V:** Because it hurts my eyes looking at you.

-

**V:** I’m never donating oil ever again. 

**V:** The second you walk through the door, it’s just one invasive question after another! 

**V:** ‘Where did you get it?’ 'Why is it in a bucket?’ I mean, do you want it or not?

-

**Tessa:** If we lose, you’re out of the will. 

**V:** I was in the will?

-

**V:** How does one turn their emotions off? 

**Uzi:** Okay, so first go to settings. 

**Uzi:** I'm a fucking idiot, I thought that said emojis at first. 

**V:** No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

-

**Lizzy:** Okay, two person huddle. 

**Doll:** Невозможно ютиться вдвоём. Это просто объятия. (You can't huddle with two people. This is just a hug.)

-

**V:** Bye J! Bye Uzi! Bye Lizzy! Bye N! Bye J! 

**Uzi:** You said ‘bye J’ twice. 

**V:** I like J.

-

*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword* 

**V:** Rude. 

**J:** That's fair. 

**Uzi:** Not again. 

**Lizzy:** Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

-

**V:** Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I’m actually bi.

-

**V:** I'm so tough, I'm on alert even when there's no danger!

**J:** V, that's PTSD.

-

**V:** Well please don’t let J do anything stupid… 

**Uzi:** Stupid by my standards or yours? 

**V:** 

**V:** Stupid by my mother’s standards. 

**Uzi:** Smart. J will live longer.

-

**J:** There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.

-

**V:** I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

-

*The Squad is gathered in the living room for a meeting* 

**V:** *walks in and sits on J’s lap* 

**The Squad:** … 

**N:** Why are you sitting there? 

**V:** There were no free seats

**Uzi:** But we made sure there was enough room for- 

**J:** *hugs V tightly* There are no free seats.

-

**V, trying to impress J:** I re-initialized the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture. 

**N:** They turned it off and back on again!

-

**J:** Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up! 

**J:** Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!

-

**Lizzy:** Truth or dare? 

**V:** Truth! 

**Lizzy:** Do you- 

**J:** I dare you to kiss me. 

**V:** *kisses J* 

**Lizzy, to Uzi:** They said “truth”, right?

-

Squad reactions to being called straight: 

**V:** The fuck, no I'm not. 

**J:** Excuse the hell out of you? 

**Lizzy:** Ding dong, you are wrong! 

**Thad:** Who told you that? And why did they lie? For i am bi.

**N:** What? 

**Doll:** *punches the person*

-

**Uzi:** At first I thought you were foolish and incompetent. 

**N:** My apologies for whatever misstep I may have taken to dispel that impression. It was an honest mistake, I swear.

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**Doll:** You’re a horrible person! 

**V:** Maybe. But I’m rich and I’m pretty, so it doesn’t really matter.

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**N:** Don't go to the pod. 

**V:** Why? 

**N:** I saw a spider. 

**V:** Well, did you kill it? 

**N:** It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair...

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**V:** My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted poster makes it look.

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[sexhaver]

me n bailey marathoned the first season of this show over the last few days. some thoughts:

Alan Cumming, specifically his accent and wardrobe, are by far the highlights of this show. i sincerely hope someone has made an edit compiling all of his outfits without any of the actual gameplay, because he is consistently serving cunt

like just look at this

that being said i did keep seeing him as Fegan Floop from Spy Kids

oh right there's an actual game/competition component to this

im just gonna get this out of the way: the entire premise of the show is fundamentally flawed. they keep trying to make it sound like the three Traitors in the group are "backstabbing" and "working against" the Faithful (non-Traitors), but, like, everyone on the show (Traitor or Faithful) is competing for the exact same prize pool. it's not like The Mole (or any other social deduction game), where the secret evil team actually has different goals diametrically opposed to those of the good team and has to complete them without having anyone notice. here, the evil team just... votes on someone to "murder" every night. that's it.

to emphasize this point: the literal only thing that can ever give you away as a Traitor is being bad at lying/concealing guilt. there are ZERO gameplay differences between the goals of a Traitor and the goals of a Faithful, which means the arguments over who to vote for banishing are based entirely on "gut feelings"

nobody on the show has ever played a social deduction game before. late into the season, there's a day where all 3 Traitors are alive and it's down to 6 people total (so 3v3). anyone who has played Mafia/Werewolf/ToS/etc knows what this means: barring bullshit last-minute rules from the producers, it is quite literally impossible for the Traitors to lose, because none of them can be voted up. it takes 4 out of 6 votes to exile someone, and there are only 3 Faithful left. if no Traitor votes for another Traitor, then it is, again, literally impossible for a Traitor to be exiled. furthermore, if they all coordinate their votes on one Faithful, all they have to do is convince one of the remaining two Faithfuls to vote with them, and they instantly win $180k (split three ways). and hey, wouldn't you know it, one of the Faithfuls (Kate) was already really suspicious, and another one of the Faithfuls (Quentin) said out loud multiple times that he was voting for her!

so what do you think the Traitors did?

god this part pissed me off so much im having to pause for breathe while typing this. okay. so.

two of the Traitors voted for the third Traitor, who got voted off.

after being voted off, youre supposed to walk up to the Circle of Truth and reveal if you were a Traitor or not. the guy who got eliminated (Christian) was entirely too nice and gracious about it. me n bailey discussed this and came to the conclusion that we would either a) out the other Traitors on the stand and explain, using game theory and math, exactly how fucking stupid they are, completely ruining the game for them, or b) pretend to cry a little while walking up to the Circle of Truth but as soon as you walk behind the first other Traitor's chair you flip it over backwards and elbow drop their nose into their face while screaming "YOU STOLE $60K FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH"

also the guy who got eliminated (Christian) was very clearly autistic and Every Single Reason the other traitors gave for not liking him was like straight out of the DSM V diagnostic criteria ("he talks too loud and laughs weird", "he's got way too much energy all the time", "his emotional responses don't make sense")

apparently there's a season 2 but i cannot bring myself to watch it after seeing Christian thrown to the lions (ayyy Sunday school reference)

also at one point a Faithful has to leave because of COVID (this was filmed in 2020) so the producers don't let the Traitors murder anyone that night for balance reasons, but to compensate, they tell them they can like. write down three names that will be publicly revealed to everyone the next morning, and then one of those people dies the next night. so obviously this is mostly a nerf for the Traitors because they miss a night of killing someone, but the intention was clearly to give the Traitors an opportunity to sow confusion by putting one or two of their OWN names onto the list to make them seem like Faithfuls. and they even had an extra objective during that day's game where one of the three people could earn a "shield" to protect them that night, so if a Traitor was on the list, they could basically "steal" the shield from the other 2 (since they obviously weren't getting killed no matter what). but i think the Traitors heard "write down three names" and "kill" and had all the blood rush to their respective dicks because they just wrote three Faithfuls lmao. deeply unserious show

[sanjisblackasswife]

“Intoxicated Love” Drunk!Black Fem Reader x Tipsy! Zoro (NSFW/Slight Fluff)

WC: 2.3k

@roronoaswifey sorry for this being so late :(💓

CW: Alcohol consumption, Slutty ass sex, Soft/Teasing! Zoro, Few petnames, Backshots in front of a mirror, Reverse Cowgirl, Oral, LOTS OF ORAL, Zoro takes pictures, Drunk aftercare(?)

“You wanna what…” 

“I wanna do some body shots off you….”

Zoro knew he shouldn’t have let you take the rest of his Sake with him. You’re such a damn lightweight and get so horny when you’re drunk. You’ve always told him that you were always sober enough to fuck him, but he never wanted to take the chance because he felt like you were lying.

“No you do that then you’re drunk and you always end up—“

“Wanting to fuck you yes but I just wanna …” Your fingers trailed his tan torso, feeling each small and large ridge of scars he had, “Play with you a bit..common it’s been a rough few days I just wanna relaaaxxxxx...”

Your slurred speech wasn’t anything less than chilling to the man. Not that he was disgusted or even annoyed when you got like this.

It was the simple fact that you turn him on too much when you get drunk. 

You slowly bat your eyelashes pushing out your lower lip, you rested your chin on his firm chest trying so hard to convince him to just indulge with you this late and lonely evening.

“One. Body shot. “ Zoro’s finger in your face, you go a bit cross eyed looking at it, which made your boyfriend huff through his nose. He loosened his angry gaze and instead gave you a weak smile to your lowered lids. “I’m doing one on you too.”

“Duh.” You scoffed clearing the floor and putting blankets on the cold Aquarium ground. “Strip and lay down.”

You could see the glint in Zoro’s eyes, reflecting a little off the water in the Aquarium and he rolled his eyes before he tried speaking his mind again. He took off his jacket, noticing the brightness in your reaction he mutters, “You’re such a perv.”

“I mean can you blame me?”

He lays on his back, you internally get giggly at the thought of licking and slurping your tequila off his warm chiseled body. He lets out a low grunt tossing his jacket, finally bare for your eyes only right now. 

“Well hurry up and stop drooling.”

“Ain’t nobody drooling over yo ass.” You snap back at his cocky remark before kneeling in between his legs.

“So what is a body shot exactly…you like to use me as a table of sum?”

“Just watch.”

Zoro did just that, not tearing his eyes from you. You push your curls back, making sure there is none to see messing up your concentration. Grabbing the half empty bottle you pour the clear liquid onto his stomach, you admired how it rolled off each ab, falling over his tanned skin and scar, your eyes followed one stream down to his v-line, it was so pretty, your man was truly blessed for his build.

 Zoro noticed your little horny ass, you get like this everytime you see his body, bottom teeth grazing at your lip until—

“Hey!” He snapped his fingers at you, your head still aimed at his pelvis but eyes meeting his darkened ones, “Is this a body shot? Just wasting a perfectly good drink on me?”

“No, you ass.” 

“Then hurry u—“

You didn’t see it, but from the sharp breath leaving Zoro’s mouth he was clenching his jaw, your full cold lips slurring off his stomach. The ridges of his stitches felt like they were slicing your tongue when you glided all around his torso making his hands throw onto ghosting over your bare shoulder, “This!?--is a fucking body shot?!”

“Why yes, pretty boy.” You trail your tongue from his pelvis up to his nipple causing his spine to shive, “That is a body shot…and might I say you taste amazing.”

“Oh yeah? Lay back.”

You didn’t expect to see Zoro so…interested to play along in your little game, but seeing that dark smile as he looms over your smaller form on the floor was just more reason not to complain.

“Take these off.” He tugged at your skirt, “No point in wearing these anyways--”

“There is! …my skirts look cute on me.”

“And they look better around your ankles so take them the fuck off….please.”

You almost, JUST ALMOST folded, but you wanted to be a brat, so instead you snatched the bottle beside his leg and took a long sip, eyes  not daring to tear from his dark gray ones, 

“You take ‘em off me since you want them gone so badly…”

The alcohol must have already gotten to your brain as it did your fucking hormones, because you were playing with fire at this point. Your back arched slightly, feeling Zoro’s  thick calloused hands skim your sides to hook his fingers on both your skirt and panty line, once you felt what he was doing you nearly choked out,

“H-hey!” Your voice broke from pulling out the bottle from your mouth, “So you can just get me naked--I thought you didn’t wanna fuck me while I..was drunk.” 

“You’re right I am not ganna fuck you..I’m ganna make you work for it.”

Maybe it was the way you clenched your thighs, maybe it was your low lids, and your tequila stained lips, all wet and soaked from your sloppy drinkings, but he couldn’t help but feel the need to not just punish you for being hardheaded, but fuck some sense into you.

SO why not do both?

“Z-Zo ha…” Your quivered laughs came to an awkward stop seeing Zoro grab his own sake and pour it all over your lower belly. He kneels between your legs, one arm high up, causing it to splashed on your chin a little, “You’re making a mess!”

He shrugged before taking a swig then moving his head down to lick the remnants that fell on your thighs, “I’ll clean it.”

It made your heart flutter seeing his hungered eyes on you, his thick tongue traveling from right above your cunt to up your belly button and slurping the drink from you, it was so pathetic how you mewled to his effect on you.

He moved from licking to sucking all over your belly, eventually his eyes fell to your thin shirt and using one hand while leaving a pretty mark on you, he pulled the first up with one hand and groped your breast, “ of course you wore no bra…you do taste good by the way...”

“I don’t need one..” You pouted trying so hard to conceal your moans, but it would soon fail once he wiggled his fingers back and forth on your nipple before giving it a firm squeeze, “S-stop, Zo..”

He chuckled, moving away from your bruised stomach to look at you from a better angle, he knew what that tone meant. He stood to rid the rest of his clothing and looked around for a moment and grabbed your phone, “Say cheese.”

“Zo!” You covered your face with the bottle and the back of your hand, “Stop tryna be funny, and just…”

“Just what?” His slurred speech making you look up at his form, your eyes shamelessly staring at his dick, licking your lower lip looking at it already starting to leak just a little for you, “You want to be fucked that bad then show me how much you want it. Take another sip..”

You do as told, one last big one, nearly stinging you as it goes down and place the bottle down to sit yourself up on your elbows, “You look so fucking good like this, take your shirt off and give me a show.”

Not taking the camera away from your cunt, you slide your fingers inside you, gasping at the amount of wetness you already began to show, Zoro couldn’t help but to let out a groan from watching you weakly finger fuck yourself as he stroked his cock at the same pace as you.

It felt embarrassing, seeing his snap a few photos of your sloppy hole stuffed with your fingers, but fuck if the sight of Zoro touching himself to you made you wash down that feeling.

“Can’t keep your eyes on mine, huh?” Zoro shrugs, placing your phone down to grab his bottle instead, “Then let me use your throat, mama…come here.”

 He reached his hand out to you to sit on your knees,He stared at you briefly and then bent down searching your weary eyes, “You okay? ..you sure you want to keep going?”

His warm hands cupped your cheeks, damnit if you wasn’t so horny already you would have suggested to just go and cuddle in your room, but the stench of alcohol on both your mouths just pushed you to kiss him, your tongue immediately massaged his and his tongue felt so good against yours, wrestling and moaning inside each other mouth,s lines of spit kept falling down your chin, 

“Say it.” Zoro breathed out, “Say you can keep going, if you don’t I’ll stop right now.”

Zoro meant what he said about not feeling okay to fuck you drunk if you were not capable of consenting, he never likes to think about you not remembering or knowing what he has done to you, it just feels wrong to him.

You smiled at him, trying your best to be as alert as you could, to show him you’re alright, putting your hand over his shoulder and saying, “I am okay…we can keep going.”

He kisses you softly, trusting your words and he guides you back down to his cock, “Open wide then.”

Such a good girl you are, even sticking your tongue out all for him, he holds your head with one hand and starts drinking with the other as his tip and shaft slide inside your mouth, you moan at the new taste,

“Shhhit!” Zoro feels your throat taking him in slowly and he starts to thrust slowly in your mouth, “just pinch my thigh when it gets too much, okay?”

You nod, being too stuffed in your mouth and throat to say anything, your hands rest on his thighs and let him use you for all your worth. It felt so good when he got selfish sometimes.

Unfortumneatly, with throat fucking he never lasts, you of course clean him up and Zoro takes one last swallow of his drink to passionately kiss you, the taste of you, the drinks, saliva and cum fucked up both of ya’ll senses to the point the room reeked of sex already.

Zoro laid down on his back and motioned his hands for you to sit down, you slid down on his cock, squatting giving him a view of your so easily taking him all the way in, you couldn’t wait to adjust so immediately you began to bounce against his chest, 

“Fuck I’m still sensitive!”

“/M sorry..” Your tone is as slutty as your words, “ Need you so badly…!”

Who was he to deny his princess of his cock?

“Fine..” He groaned holding your hip, “ Take this cock, baby it’s all yours..”

His voice inside your ear telling you such naughty things made you pick up the pace wanting to stop his drinking and just kiss him more, which your of course did, until he pulls back,

“Turn around…”

You wanted to question, but he insisted you do so, once you reposition yourself you gasp in shock,

“Z-zoro the mirror!?”

“I know..look at how pretty you are…common, baby..” He gives your ass one loud harsh smack, damn you loved when he did that, “Give us both a show and use me..I’m all yours..”

You were ashamed to admit, but damn you looked good fucking Zoro as his eyes matched yours in the reflection, your hair was all over the place, your breasts didn’t stop moving and nothing but the sounds of your pussy slamming down on his dick just was icing to the slutty ass cake.

You felt your stomach knot, orgasm approaching and it was going to cause you to nearly fall if your don’t balance yourself, luckily your big strong man notices and quickly put the bottle down to aid you,

“Gotchu, baby I gotchu..look at that..even better huh?”

You were on all fours, but eventually you stretched out your arms and let your back arch further as he used a thumb to spread your cheek, “You look so good baby..”

He held your hips, grip firm and thumbs gently caressing your damp skin. His thrust was already making you see stars. 

“Oh my fuck!” You cried, mouth agape, feeling his cock pulsate inside you, not a thrust went unsounded from the way his pelvis snapped back into your hips, “Zo!”

You managed to see him, face sweaty, and flustered but he is still chugging on that bottle like a damn baby as he puts into you from behind, but his orgasm must have been approaching from him dropping the empty bottle to hold you again with both hands.

“Fuck I’m close!”

And close he was cumming right behind your orgasm, as much as he usually kisses you to shut your moaning up, he couldn’t care less he started to curse and make noise out with you.

As you both calmed down his body was draped over yours like a blanket, his breaths ragged in your ear, you didn’t even care your body was mush and your brain was numb.

“Hey..” He kisses your ear raising up a bit. “We should drink and fuck more often I felt way more senstive.”

“Oh, you slut.”

Laughing together as he grabs your stuff and carefully carries you naked to your room in the late night hours of the Sunny, you both decide to just sleep off the alcohol and not try to bathe drunk in the shower for it may end in a bloody mess, it was pretty funny though, because as you was dosing off in his arms naked, you were 90% sure Zoro did not clean up the mess he and you made in the Aquarium.

[subserviiient]

"My name is Anzu Kobayashi and welcome to Jackass." She's going to hide a speaker in Ibara's office that will only play 'HATSUNE MIKU?!' every couple of hours.

[aurorafables]

From the Grey, Chapter 8.

“Your girlfriend is having fun with your teenage photos,” Noah looked up at me when I stopped next to them. His face reflected confusion, hiding the question why I gave the photos to Maya. “Okay, there's nothing to see here.” I tried to take the photos out of Maya's hand, but she chuckled and pulled them away and continued flipping through the stack. In most of the photos, I was with my friends, but at least in every second photo we posed together with Noah. Making funny faces, hugging each other, snuggled together, lying next to each other in the room and the bed we shared for months…

Hey everybody! I hope you have a fantastic summer so far. 🌞 So in this chapter the things get even more complicated with the arriving of Maya. 🤯 I hope you will like it 😊

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Nicholas Ruffilo

Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Angst, Past character death, Suicidal thoughts

Tags: M/M, M/F, Slow burn, Childhood friends, Friends to lovers, Family drama, Band fic, Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, P in v sex

Word Count: 4.9k

Cross-posted: AO3

8.

The tour started soon, and Noah already began planning the winter tour on the first day on the road, on which we will perform as the headliner band. Between two concerts, they talked with Matt for hours, and I could see that he was enthusiastic and full of ideas, but he was getting more and more tired. He refused to go out drinking with the guys in the evenings, citing that alcohol is not good for his vocal cords, and he didn't bother to play video games either. He spent most of his days on the bus or in the hotel room, showing up for rehearsals and right before the shows, but other than that we hardly saw him. He gave his best every night, after he said goodbye to us dead tired and we didn't even want to ask if he was going to the city with us, because it seemed much more important that he could rest as much as possible.

We had just checked into our hotel rooms in Vegas after rehearsal, and as soon as I dropped my things on the floor, my legs took me to Noah's room. I heard his room number at the reception, he was only two doors away, so I didn't have to go far. I knocked on his door and a few seconds later he opened it in comfortable clothes, a shirt and a pair of shorts. He was a little surprised when he saw me. "Oh…" he said thoughtfully, but with a smile on his face. “Oh?” I asked with raised eyebrows and crossed my arms in front of my chest. “You weren't expecting me, were you?” He shook his head laughing and opened the door for me. “I ordered food a few minutes ago, I thought it was already brought," he explained, and after closing the door, he climbed onto the bed next to me and leaned against the headrest. Crossing his long legs at the ankles, he pulled the laptop onto his thigh, put on his glasses, and studied the monitor. “I'm trying to put together intros for the winter tour.”

“Um…” I nodded thoughtfully. I sat next to him, I also stretched my legs comfortably and let my upper arms and shoulders press against his. “You know, sometimes you can come out to have a dinner with us, ”I told him cautiously, because I didn't want to lecture him, just hint that we missed his company. Noah gave me a sideways glance, then took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “The past few days have made me a bit… tired,” he admitted, which I could already see in him. “But I feel I have to move on with things. You heard what Matt said. Our popularity has skyrocketed again… and it's sick, Nick.” At the last sentence, he smiled widely, and his eyes shone with pride. “But at the same time, you feel that the pressure is also greater on you,” I added quietly, because maybe not as much as him, but I also felt the change on my own skin. Noah turned back to the laptop and shrugged. “I don't just feel it. It's happening.” I couldn't and didn't want to argue with that. The room service chose this moment to knock, and since I was sitting closer to the door, I already jumped to open it. I thanked for bringing the food up and sat back on the bed with Noah's hamburger and fries. He opened the paper box of the burger and immediately handed it to me, but I shook my head. Nevertheless, I stole a few from the fries, and while we ate, I watched him work. Everything was calm and quiet, it reminded me a little of the days spent together by the lake, which I missed just a week later. The food was slowly running out, and Noah was spinning less and less. When I looked at him, I saw that he could barely keep his eyes open. I glanced at the clock. “I let you rest. I have to go to the airport for Maya soon.” Noah saved his work, then closed the laptop and placed it on the nightstand.

“Will you stay here as long as possible?” he asked with apologetic eyes when I was about to leave, but he turned away from me right after. “I'll probably fall asleep soon because… lately the nightmares have returned and my nights are terrible. It would calm me down if I wasn't alone, at least until I fell asleep.” I could see he was embarrassed as he ran his hand through his hair as a side activity and avoided my eyes. “Why didn't you tell me about it?” I asked worriedly and immediately jumped back on the bed. “I've been seeing you for days that you're tired, but I thought it was just because of the tour.” “Nick, I'm an adult,” he answered with a confused smile while biting his lip. “I have to solve my own problems. I can't keep shoving them down your neck.” "But I want to help," I said desperately. I sat down across from him and said the words slowly because I wanted him to understand and remember them next time. “You are important to me, and I only feel good when you are good too. Your problems are a little bit mine… What's mine is yours. And the reverse is also true,” I recalled the phrase we had been saying to each other for so long. Noah shook his head with a smile, then his eyes wandered to the bed covers and he sighed softly. He looked up at me from under his eyelashes as he spoke. “You know what? I'm so lucky to have you here for me.” At first a silly smile appeared on my face. Starting at my neck, I felt the heat, and I was really grateful to my complexion for keeping my blush a secret. "You're really lucky, but…damn, you always find a way to embarrass me," I said with a smile, fiddling with the seam of my pants. "I'm not even forcing myself," Noah answered impudently, but I was glad that his eyes were sparkling again. He lay down on the bed, pulled the pillow under his head and turned on his side to face me. “Can we listen to that song like we used to?” I didn't have to ask back, I knew immediately what he meant. I took my phone out of my jeans pocket, searched Spotify for As Cities Burn, and handed him one of my wireless earbuds. He smiled at me gratefully.

Hearts aren't really our guides. We are truly alone. 'Cause God ain't up in the sky, Holding together our bones.

As the sounds and words filled our thoughts, banishing all other distractions, Noah's eyes slowly closed, his breathing evened out, and his face completely relaxed. The magic still worked with the song, it took about five minutes and he was already asleep. It was like white noise to a baby. I watched for at least half an hour, watching every movement on his face, but then I had no other choice, I had to go. Before that, I took Noah's cell phone in my hands and set an alarm so that he still had plenty of time to get ready before showtime, then one last look at the still sleeping figure and I stepped out into the hotel corridor.

The show that night went exceptionally well. Noah looked fresher, he communicated much more with the audience, which of course everyone loved, and I kept looking for Maya's face in the audience with a big smile. At the airport, when we hugged each other, her familiar scent crept into my nose, and all I could think was that now everything was falling into place. I have my girlfriend with me, Noah is visibly better, the band is flying and the faces of the fans are shining. I tried to banish to the back of my mind the last, depressingly suffocating days we spent with Maya two weeks ago, as well as our lake trip with Noah, and it was in my mind that next time I should take Maya with me to the lake. Noah would certainly have no objection to it, they had gotten along well before. We went off the stage, high with adrenaline, and almost immediately I was in Maya's arms. I adjusted the guitar to the side so it wasn't in the way, and as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, I put my palm on her waist to hold her a little. I felt the alcohol on her lips and realized I could use a cold beer too. We walked hand in hand backstage so I could put the instrument to safety. My hair was sticking together at the nape of my neck from the sweat, so the first thing I did was put it in a bun on top of my head, then I turned back to Maya.

“I saw you had a good time.” “Just like you up there,” she leaned her head on my chest. We stood there for a while, hugging each other, talking quietly while the others got busy, and after a while Jolly came up to us. “So, the others and I thought that a little night time swim in the hotel pool, accompanied by some alcohol, would be damn good. If you want, and really only then… of course, I also understand if you prefer to lock yourself in the room and not come out until tomorrow noon…” - Folio laughed and Noah smiled as he changed his shoes while sitting on the sofa, and I rolled my eyes “but if you do, we are waiting for you.” I turned to my girlfriend and kissed her forehead softly. “You decide,” I whispered in her ear. I promised that we would be alone while she was there, and I didn't want to break that, unless she planned otherwise. Maya nodded at the idea almost immediately. “I'm getting ready, a little swimming sounds great,” she looked up at me, blinking sweetly. And so our evening program was already decided.

Maya went ahead to the boys while I freshened up a bit in our room and grabbed a pair of swim trunks and a towel. When I got down to the outdoor pool, the smell of pizza greeted me. Whoever ordered it, I was terribly grateful. My stomach grumbled hungrily at the delicious smell, but I didn't go to the table because I noticed that Maya and Noah were sitting next to each other on a sunbed and were laughing a lot at something, so I headed towards them first. Next to both of them is a huge glass of cocktail with a colorful straw and small paper umbrellas. Matt arranged for the pool and bar to be opened just for us. In the last couple of months, I started to feel the positive sides of fame and money, but I knew very well that the imaginary balance would be completely balanced with the dark side. Maya was looking at polaroid photos and I immediately remembered that these were the photos that Noah had found in his closet when we were in their house before the tour and had given them to me. Maya probably found them in my bag.

“Your girlfriend is having fun with your teenage photos,” Noah looked up at me when I stopped next to them. His face reflected confusion, hiding the question why I gave the photos to Maya. “Okay, there's nothing to see here.” I tried to take the photos out of Maya's hand, but she chuckled and pulled them away and continued flipping through the stack. In most of the photos, I was with my friends, but at least in every second photo we posed together with Noah. Making funny faces, hugging each other, snuggled together, lying next to each other in the room and the bed we shared for months… In one of the photos, I was standing next to his neck, and it's possible neither of us was sober, but an unpleasant feeling came over me. Noah moved to the adjacent sunbed, so I sat next to Maya and tried to take the photos again. It felt weird and I didn't want her to watch them anymore, but what was even weirder… I felt like certain moments caught in the photos were just for me and my best friend.

“What's wrong with you? You guys were so sweet!” Maya burst out laughing. To her loud laughter, Jolly also climbed out of the pool and stood behind us staring at what was so interesting. “Hey, the water is dripping from your hair on my back!” I said nervously to the Swede, for which he just shook his head like a dog. "Someone is very grumpy today," he said with a soft chuckle after I held up my middle finger to him. Finally she got to the polaroids that were taken at house parties, there were a lot of us, and I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief. But in the next picture, a girl was sitting half on my lap on the sofa, we were kissing at the party, obliviously forgetting about the world around us, and Noah was staring at us from behind not far from, glass in his hand, half lost in the darkness. My hands were gripping her bottom and probably neither of us knew we were being photographed.

‘Who is she?” Maya asked, holding the straw between her lips. "Anne, a mutual friend of ours…" I told her. Noah also noticed the name. He turned his head to the side and we looked at each other for a moment. “Friend, huh?” Maya pushed me with her elbow. “We drank a lot at that party and… we were together for about two weeks,” I answered defensively. "I like her hair," said Maya, stroking the picture along Anna's long, red hair. "But I see, you weren't the only one who was crazy about the girl," he added, glancing up at Noah, who was staring at the photo pointed at him with wide eyes, as if he too was surprised that it was among the others. “It's a good thing that the little affair didn't ruin your friendship.” "Yeah, luckily…" I muttered as I looked at Noah's sad face in the picture. Then I looked up at him and tried to figure out what had changed and what had stayed the same. He clenched his jaw and stared ahead as I studied his face. I compared him to the barely eighteen-year-old boy in the picture. His childhood charm had meanwhile turned into something dangerous, his hair had since become much shorter, but his eyes, those dark eyes, shone with the same desperation as in the photo, when he noticed that I was paying attention and our eyes met. He looked away scared, as if I had caught him on something. Meanwhile, Maya put the photos down and reached for her drink, and Jolly cleared his throat behind us. I completely forgot that he was there.

“Starving. I think we should hit the pizza before Matt and Folio gobble it up, guys,” he said, as if sensing the growing tension between the three of us. I glanced at him gratefully and even forced a smile. "Great idea," I said, smoothing my palm over Maya's bare thigh. “Shall I bring you some too?” “I already ate,” she answered, while carefully putting the pictures back in the envelope. Jolly and I went to the pizza boxes on the table, and as soon as I took a slice, I folded it in half and started eating. I didn't even taste it, I just chewed, then swallowed the bite, and in the meantime I looked at the two terribly important people for me out of the corner of my eye. They were no longer talking, just sipping their cocktails and staring at the pool. I wanted to know so badly what was going through their minds. Noah seemed a little withdrawn because of the photos, and Maya… Maya seemed completely unrecognizable.

“Cheers!” Folio pressed a glass into my hand when I ate the slice of pizza, and he immediately toasted his own glass to mine. I could see that he was no longer thirsty, and he immediately headed towards Noah's to offer them too… more precisely, to push the drink into their hands. Without thinking, Noah pulled it off and rinsed it with the cocktail, and Maya placed it on the small table next to her. I went back to my girlfriend and put my drink down next to hers. I didn't want to drink it, I felt like all control would slip out of my hands if I did. I refused to think about what I was really afraid of. Maya and Noah joined Jolly in the pool, and I sat on the sunbed watching them. I lit a cigarette and went deep into my thoughts. I was too tired after the concert and honestly, I just wanted to hug my girlfriend and sleep without having to set an alarm. But Maya clearly had other plans. She climbed out of the water like a goddess, and I just caught Jolly's gaze as he peeked at my girlfriend's bum. I couldn't be angry with him for a minute, I just smiled to myself, because I was never the jealous type, and the boys were like my brothers. Maya picked up her towel, spread it over herself, and sat behind me on the bed, resting her chin on my shoulder. I got goosebumps as her wet bikini bra pressed against my back, but I didn't complain for a minute. It was enough to make me forget how tired I was and remind me that we hadn't been together in over two weeks.

“I'm glad to be here with you,” she whispered as she snuggled up to me. I turned to the side and kissed her. I smoothed one palm over her leg and squeezed it possessively, holding her neck with the other and pulled her closer to me. My fingers massaged the back of her head and as she covered me with the big towel, things started to get hotter and hotter. Maya's small hands caressed my stomach, which was soon replaced by claws, and then her fingers traveled all the way to my swimming trunks. As we continued to kiss and Maya was almost sitting on my lap, I opened my eyes to see Folio slumped over on a bed far away, Noah and Jolly still in the pool and Matt going up to his room after pizza to call his girlfriend. . In principle, they couldn't see us, but… When she pressed her hand through the pants to my erection, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and it made me realize that we should definitely be alone. “Let's continue this in our room, okay?” I asked out of breath when I pushed my girlfriend away from me so that we could get some air. It was sweet how her wet, waist-length hair stuck together in strands, her chocolate brown eyes sparkled a little more from the alcohol, and her lips reddened from the kiss. She was sweet and fucking sexy. "Okay," she said slowly as she climbed off the sunbed and held out her hand to me, which I immediately accepted. We quickly cut through the corridor to the elevator, where we fell into each other again. I pressed her against the wall of the elevator, grabbed her bottom, and she dug her fingers into my hair. She didn't seem to notice when the door swung open with a tinkling sound. I smiled into the kiss, then reluctantly took a step back and dragged her towards our room.

“I'm going to make the bed wet with my hair,” she complained, as we entered the room completely tangled, tripping over each other's feet. “I have an idea,” I told her between two hungry kisses. I fell on the bed first, and when I pulled her on top of me, she understood what I wanted. We smiled at each other and the smile was soon replaced by a moan as she sat on my hip. I freed her breasts from her bikini top, but we were both impatient to take off our bottoms. Her skin cooled in the pool, I could feel it as I stroked her thighs, but when I pulled the bikini bottom to the side and my finger traveled the familiar terrain between her legs, the heat at her entrance completely blew my mind. I raised my hips, pushed my pants down a little, smoothed my palm on her waist, and the next moment I was inside. When she started to move, I felt all the tension slowly leave me and I was sure that everything was going to be alright.

It was almost three in the morning and even then I couldn't fall asleep. Maya was lying on my chest cooing sweetly, her hair still wet but her cold bikini no longer on. I replayed the events of the evening in my head, because something didn't let me rest. Noah's face as we were looking at the polaroids… and what was on my mind finally popped in. I completely forgot about the photos and left them downstairs by the pool. I would have jumped up immediately, but I didn't want to wake Maya, so I carefully slipped out of her embrace and placed a pillow under her head instead of my shoulder. She whimpered a little and turned over to her other side, but it seemed I had succeeded. I put my swimming trunks back on and headed for the stairs because I didn't want to run into anyone at the elevator. I thought I wouldn't find anyone at the pool this late, but I was wrong. Jolly was sitting on the sun lounger with his legs crossed at the ankles playing something on his phone when I arrived. He looked up at me sleepily, then grinned. “You don't need to rub it under my nose that a sexy girl is lying in your bed,” he told me. I frowned, not really understanding what he meant. “I came for the photos. I forgot them downstairs.” "Oh, the photos," he nodded, then focused on his phone again. I looked towards the pool and only then saw Noah. “What is he doing? Has he been in the water since then?” Jolly looked up at me again, then shrugged. “He was out when his glass needed to be refilled. I think he's playing Patrick from SpongeBob right now.”

I picked up the pack of cigarettes and an ashtray I had left by the sunbeds, then headed towards the water, keeping an eye on Noah the whole time. He lay on the surface of the water like a giant starfish, all legs and arms in every direction. He didn't even notice I was there, he was staring at the sky and his ear was under the water. I sat down on the edge of the pool, dangled my feet in the water, and waited patiently. I didn’t have to wait much, because he sensed almost immediately that I had disturbed the otherwise mirror-smooth water surface. “Are you back?“ he asked as he swam out next to me with two arm movements. His voice was a little halting, his movements hesitant. “Left the photos here,” I answered him. Noah nodded and held onto the edge of the pool with his hands. “Why did you want her to see them?” he asked me. Part of me was glad he brought it up, because I wanted to tell him the truth, but another part of me… would have run away from the conversation. “I didn't want to,” I said honestly as I lit the cigarette. “She probably found them in my bag.” After a moment of thought, he nodded again. “Does it bother you that Maya found it?” This was a much more complex question, so we stared at each other for a while. Then Noah raised one eyebrow defiantly and smiled a little.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," he said, and I immediately shook my head. “It's not about that, it's just… I don't know how to explain it.” "You don't owe me an explanation," he remarked softly. He brushed his hair back with a slightly angry motion, because a wet strand kept hanging in his eyes. “But I would like to say that I did not know that there was that photo with Anne.” “Me neither…,” I answered after taking a deep drag from the cigarette. “No problem. Maya obviously knows that I had a life and a girlfriend before her, and she takes it easy,” I shrugged. Noah's eyes lost all amusement for a moment as he looked up at me and took a big gulp. Then he pushed himself away from the edge of the pool. “What are you doing here anyway?” I asked, because I desperately wanted to be able to talk some more. “I stare at the stars.” I looked up and saw nothing but the dull lights that illuminated the sky from below, from the bustling city. I remembered the house by the lake, the night we went out stargazing, and for a moment I felt Noah's hand almost on my hand, his fingers between mine. “There is too much light pollution here.” "If you drink enough, you'll see them," he grinned at me before leaning back and laying on the water. I blew out a puff of smoke and sighed resignedly, then stood up. I grabbed the photos and stopped by Jolly on the way back. “Take care of him so he doesn't drown,” I asked him. There was no trace of joking in my voice. Jolly looked toward the pool, then back at me. “What would the band do without a singer?” Unable to appreciate the joke, I just shook my head and placed my palm on his arm. “If you are tired, let me know and I will come back. If necessary, the two of us can somehow get him out of there.” “Nick, relax,”Jolly looked deeply into my eyes so that I could see that he was also serious. “Go back to Maya, I have everything under control here.” I trusted him. He has helped me so many times that there are no words for it. He was there for me when I was in complete despair about Noah's state of mind. He was the one who hugged me when I came out of Noah's room, and I didn't have the strength to show that I was strong in front of him. I nodded and squeezed his arm before heading inside.

When I got to the door, I opened it with the card and tried to enter as quietly as possible. I can't say I was very successful because Maya immediately started moving under the covers. “Nick?” he asked in a sleepy voice. “I'm here.” I quickly crawled into the bed next to her. “It’s okay.” “Where have you been?” “At the pool. I forgot something there.” Maya turned to me and somehow, even in the dark, I could feel her trying to see into my soul and judge me. “Were you with Noah? Did you forget him there?” Embarrassed, I began to laugh at the absurdity of it. She can't be serious about this. The sleepiness and kindness disappeared from her voice, irony took its place. I wanted to turn on the light to see that it was still my girlfriend in the bed, not someone else I had no idea about. “I didn't go down because of him, but you're right, I talked to him while I smoked a cigarette,” I answered and tried to be calm. It was harder than I thought. Maya waited as if considering things. Like a snake trying to decide whether to strike or retreat to its burrow. Maya suddenly snuggled up and hugged me. "I'm sorry… it was bad to wake up alone," she murmured against my collarbone as I stroked her hair thoughtfully. I was sick of these sudden mood swings and how easily I could slip into the role Maya assigned me. “I'm going to the bathroom,” I pulled away from her, and it's true that my voice was neither angry nor sarcastic. I would rather describe it as soulless.

As she clung to me in vain, I threw her arms off me and stumbled into the bathroom. I turned on the light and leaned against the sink. I was physically sick, needing to take a few deep breaths to keep from throwing up the small slice of pizza I ate. When things got a little better, I looked up at my reflection from under my hair. "Shit," I muttered to myself as I noticed the red scratch marks on my chest and stomach. My tattoos covered it well here and there, but there were parts where they were clearly visible. I straightened up and took a closer look at them. No wonder Jolly spoke up when I went downstairs. It wasn't the first time I looked like this, but it was a twist of fate that I managed to flash them for my friends just now. I've always been proud of the marks Maya left on me, but now all I could think about was what must have been going through Noah's mind when I was showing off at the edge of the pool and preening like an idiot.

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Episode 18 reactions

Oh my fucking god he fucking dead

Damn he’s like fucked up fucked up

I do kinda love how Geo’s just been around with the ninja tho. That’s been nice

Lloyd: fucking in a coma Me: haha gay ppl

SORAS OUT FOR BLOOD LMAO 

Valid tho

Stfu Z 

Arin is gonna stab someone calling it now

Wyld is shocked at the audacity of this bitch lmao

SHES GONNA SHANK A BITCH LMAO

Yea taking her powers was smart lmao good fro you Robie

Damn deja vu lol. She must hate being dragged away like that again

THE HUSBANDS BE SHARING LOOKS

She’s got a crush and Arin has suspisions. I still don’t think it’s him tho

ARIN REALLY DOESNT LIKE SORA RN MAN

I respect her mindset tbh like fuck yea prove ur man inst evil

That wasn’t what ur parents meant Arin. Arin no-

LMAO I FUCKING LOVE WYLDFYRE. Seeing her and Arin interact is so fun 

Sora v Frack!

They’ve gotta have more than 4 elements by now stop lying to me show 

Hey she remembered Jordy’s name!!

YOU MAY BE CLOSER TO TO THE TRUTH THAN YOU THINK THERE SORA. STOP JINXING SHIT

Badass fight is badass

DONT DO IT FRACK LISTEN TO ARIN 

FUCK YEA GET IT

Oh Ras is gonna murder a teenager

You good Sora??

JOIN THE NINJA FRACK :(((((

I love himmmmmm he just wanted to learnnnnn

OMG THEYRE NERDS

Jordy knows she’ll be able to solve it that’s so cool yes I love that

Ha the 5 don’t know math L

AWWWWWW

They like each other this is fucking precious

Ooh that was a cool transition

Maybe it was Bleckt. Or Ras. He’s still a viable option for me.

What game is this?? I wanna play it lol

AW THE NICKNAME

This is adorable I like them together 

He’s so sneaky! The sneakiest!

THE FUCKING YOGA BALL HELP

They don’t tolerate each others bullshit I love it

Damn. You know what yea fair enough that tracks 

SEE IT WAS RAS

Rip Lloyd. Hi Geo. Theme of this episode

Props to Arin for putting his anger aside for the mission 

MORE VISIONS

I think destiny keeps kicking him out so he can talk to the dragons tbh

SEE YEA IT WAS BASICALLY A SLASH TO THE CHEST 

They could have given him bandages at least to show it 

If I had a nickel for every time Lloyd woke up like this 

But damn those stakes are upped now

That man is not doing good-

HOW MANY GHOSTS ARE THERE WHAT

LMAO COLE I love him so much

Killer jellyfish?

SORAS SO HAPPY

Lowkey that’s her fucking dad 

God he can never catch a break. Let Lloyd rest 2024 christ 

He’s fought worse odds. I believe

I take it back. Don’t let Lloyd rest. Cuz now Sora’s gotta get her ass beat 

I love Robie’s delivery here lol. But yea Lloyd must look like hell warmed over 

Lloyd would have won. I believe 

FUCK YEA COLE GET UR MOMS MECH 

Oh I really don’t trust someone else having Lloyds powers tbh 

Like that feels like a really bad idea 

YEA GET IT SORA BELIEVE IN YOURSELF

2/2 on biology saving the day 

Speaking of are Kai and Bonzel ok??

NEW LILY SCREENSHOT WE FUCKING WIN THIS SEASON EVERYONE GO HOME

Also Cole has a cool outfit 

This is totally cheating but I’m ok with that 

THE MUSIC

MotM music is my favorite in the whole show man it goes so hard every time 

OH ALL THE GHOSTS ARE WU

BUT ALSO HOLY SHIT FINALLY WU. 

We got Wu before Pixal :(

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Yes Sir

(Part II to “A Gift Horse and His Mouth”)

Tropes/ warnings: very beginning mentions of sexual themes from part one but this is mostly banter, more bratty behavior, momentary panic flash (very vague), hurt/comfort, sparring

Pairing: Dr. Strange X Afab Reader (she/they pronouns)

Word count: 2,842

Summary: dealing with the aftermath of your dream Stephen has an idea on how to work through some issues.

Strange has never been at a loss for words that you knew of, but right now with your body glistening in sweat and breasts exposed to the morning light he didn’t make a sound. The expression on his face was a mixture of curiosity, excitement, and confusion. It must be early if he was still in his pjs, a matching sleep shirt now added.

“Dr. Strange I -“ you began to blurt as you grabbed for the sheet to cover yourself.

He tossed up a hand and chuckled, “What you do in the privacy of your room doesn’t concern me,” He quickly walked across the hall laughing under his breath. “Even if you were touching yourself to the thought of me.”

“Hey I did not!” You shouted as you scrambled to find your tank top and threw on your pj pants over your boxers. You nearly hit the floor as you made your way across the hall into his room. “Okay first of all I was not touching myself-“

“You know what, you’re right that pillow was doing all the work.” He interrupted turning to you with a smirk.

You let out an huff “- to you. Secondly I cannot help my dreams they just hap-“

He crossed his arms and barked out a laugh, “You really expect me to believe you were dreaming about some other Stephen? And dreams? So there’s been more than one?” His voice dropped into something darker in that last sentence and his smirk turned to a wicked grin as he took a step toward you.

You decided it was time to double down, “Yes! It wasn’t about you. It was about an ex I had, Steven, with a v.” You retorted, holding his gaze while your stomach churned.

“You’ve really got to learn how to lie better if that’s the best you can do.” His voice remained in that low octave as he strode toward you. You took a step back, then another till your back hit the wall next to the door. “What was the other dream about hmmm?”

Your face flushed hot as he pressed in, his body nearly brushing yours “I was just speaking metaphorically.” Your eyes locked on his lips, still carrying that wicked grin. You really did need to get better at lying.

He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear “I don’t believe you.” The small brush of air sent a shiver up your spine. You swallowed hard trying to push through your mixture of excitement tinged with fear.

You put a hand on his chest as he began to lean away. You quickly wrapped his shirt collar in your fingers and tugged him back to you “I guess it’s a good thing I don’t care what you believe, Strange.”

He snatched your wrist and pinned it above your head against the wall. “That’s Doctor Strange, or Sir to you.”

You felt heat pooling below your waist as you held his gaze. This was a test of wills, and you weren’t quite ready to bend. “Whatever you say… Stephen.”

He let out a low laugh as he let go of your wrist and turned away from you. “I didn’t know you could be such a brat. Go get dressed, we have real work to do today.”

You deflated a bit, to be honest you expected him to meet your challenge. His disengagement was a bit disappointing. You put your hand on the doorknob and began to twist to leave, “And I didn’t know you’d give up so easily, Sir.” The door cracked open.

“Who said I was?” You turned, he wasn’t even looking your way as he grabbed his robes to get dressed. You let yourself out, shutting his door behind you. Once you made it into your own room and shut the door you took a moment to take a deep breath. You stripped down to get ready and saw the remnants from your dream and your encounter in his room in your boxers. You’ve got to play this game better than that.

——-

You managed to avoid Strange the rest of the morning as you bathed and got yourself ready for the day. Taking care to extend your shower and breakfast till it was nearly time for lunch. You make your way down empty halls and listen as best you could before entering rooms. You finally made it to your room, as you went to walk through the door suddenly you were stepping out onto the small garden on the roof.

“Avoiding me now?” Strange chirped as his portal closed behind you.

“Nope, just busy you know. Getting ready and eating breakfast, cleaning and whatno-“

“Look that mess in your bed probably took awhile to clean up but surely not until noon.” He grinned.

You swallowed hard and fought the heat making its way up your throat and face. “Funny.” You quipped, taking a seat on a nearby pile of bricks. “So what are we doing today?”

“Well with your reaction to standard meditation yesterday we’ve got to get creative.” He paced slowly. “First I want you to get a handle on deep breathing, keep your eyes open. Focus on something in front of you.”

Your eyes settled on an empty flower pot. “Good now deep breathes in through the nose out through the mouth. Try to clear your mind and focus on what’s in front of you. The shape of the pot, how the light hits it, the sounds of the city surrounding us.” You began your breaths. In for three, hold for three, exhale for three, hold for three. You got through a few rounds of this and could feel your heart beating steadily in your chest.

“Good now try to close your eyes and continue. Focusing on the sounds of the city, the feeling of the sun on your skin.” He said quietly, settling a few feet from you.

You glanced at him nervously. Usually at the point you closed your eyes while breathing deeply was when everything floods in. He nodded, “At least try.”

You closed your eyes, trying to do as he asked. You honed in on the warmth on your skin, the breeze rustling your hair, then the images started to appear. Flashing quickly behind your lids. You nearly toppled off your makeshift seat as you teetered and blinked into the sunlight. A steady hand grabbed your elbow. “Alright, eyes closed is too much. Can you tell me what you see when that happens?” Your gaze was locked far away over his shoulder as you shook your head. You felt tears welling up and went to stand.

Strange was faster and blocked your path as his other hand settled on your shoulder. “Hey look at me.” You shook your head again as a tear began to roll down your cheek. You felt a firm grip on your chin as he lifted it for you to face him. Having to face him like this, to look directly in his eyes when you felt this raw. It was too much.

“Doctor Strange, please.” You whimpered.

“Alright.” He quickly pulled you into his arms. Finally with your face buried in his chest you were able to let go. To let those emotions out while you shook and sobbed.

Your knees buckled and he slowly took you both to the ground, kneeling while you leaned into him. You felt his cloak wrap itself around you to pull you closer as you rode out this wave of emotions. He rubbed your back and held you close until you finally were able to still.

“Can you talk to me?” You nodded your head, still hiding your face. “If it’s this bad just closing your eyes, how do you sleep?”

You took in a shaky breath “I - I don’t know. Some nights I have nightmares, others it’s like my brain is working on overdrive to distract me so I don’t have a moment for this stuff to kick up.”

“Ah.” He murmured, “can you stand? I think it’s time for a break to strategize.” You nodded, standing and turning away so you had some privacy to wipe your tears and nose.

You felt the ground shift beneath your feet and you were standing in the library, facing a bookshelf. “I’m not sure how to get you over this threshold. If closing your eyes to clear your mind is too much, how can we…” you heard the shuffling of papers and the sliding of books as he searched for something. “I have an idea! I’m not sure how much you’ll like it.”

You turned and looked at him with confusion, “Hmm?”

“Martial arts.” He turned to meet your confused gaze. “Nothing crazy, we’ll start with stances and movement first. Then we can move on to combat - if and when you’re ready. Does that sound alright?”

You nodded. “Do you mind if we wait till this evening or tomorrow to start that training?”

“Let’s try this evening, go get yourself ready and I’ll come get you when it’s time.” He said as he began pulling books here and there off the shelves.

You made your way outside, opting to take a walk around the neighborhood to shake off the remnants of those memories.

——-

Your walk around the neighborhood became quite the trek. Checking out book shops and stopping at a nearby coffee shop. The quiet crowd of locals keeps you distant company. You often found being around strangers in a setting like this comforting.

You had just sat down with your second cup of iced tea when a familiar ring of sparks lit up in front of you.

“Shit,” you set the tea down quickly and hopped up. “Doctor Strange can I at least -“ the portal came rushing at you and you found yourself in the foyer of the Sanctum. Strange was at the top of the stairs looking down at you “- finish my tea.” You threw your hands up and began walking up the steep set of stairs. “Was that really necessary?”

“You were late.” He quipped walking away from you toward the inner bowels of the Sanctum.

“You never gave me a time!” You shouted after him.

“Excuses!” You heard his voice echo down the halls.

“For fucks sake.” You huffed. You made it to the top of the stairs and another golden sparking ring rushed at you, finding yourself in your bedroom. Strange poked his head in.

“I changed my mind by the way. Wear something you can spar in. I think it’s time we worked on that sass of yours.” He chided as he shut your door.

“Can’t I just walk instead of being portaled around?!” You shouted as you heard his footsteps disappear down the hall. You dug through your clothing and found your set of dusty gray robes featuring a sleeveless tunic and what you’ve affectionately dubbed your Jedi pants which allowed for lots of movement.

You took a moment to admire yourself in the mirror and a single thought settled in your mind. By the end of the sparring session, you were gonna knock Stephen Strange on his ass.

———

“Okay now that you’ve got some basic breathing and footwork down we can begin. This is just sparring and grappling. No weapons, no throwing punches.” Strange said as he stepped out of the ring he had set up in the mirror dimension. There wasn’t anywhere in the New York Sanctum that quite fit your needs so he opted to use this dimension to not ruin any of the many relics that littered the rooms and halls.

“Got it, no weapons, no punches.” Good thing he didn’t say shit about kicks. You fought against the grin that almost gave away your plan.

“So,” Strange squared up infront of you, “show me what you’ve got.”

You circled each other, you were unsure how to close the distance and make the first move. Stephen came lunging at you by the 3rd turn and you managed to dodge out of the way.

He had reach and stride on you, but you had speed. As you dodged out of the way you threw your leg and smacked him right across the ass with your shin. You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh.

He whipped around, face tinted red “Oh so that’s how this is gonna go.” He grinned and began squaring up on you. You began to dance around the ring again as you tried to maintain distance strategizing your next move.

Just as you thought to had an idea he rushed at you again. You went to dodge and he managed you catch your collar and threw his leg behind yours. In one swift motion he sent you to the ground with a chuckle as he went to take a victory lap around the makeshift ring.

He turned to look at you, his ego inflated then immediately deflated as he saw you “struggle” a bit to get up.

Perfect.

He walked toward you with his hand outstretched and you quickly whipped your leg and took his right out from under him. He landed with a heavy thud as you stood and brushed off your pants.

You half expected him to quip something stinging when he just began to laugh. “I underestimated you”, he rolled and stood.

“Judo?” You quested, referencing his initial take down.

He nodded and gestured to your legs, “Muay Tai?”

“A bit” you grinned, “my brothers took classes then came home and tried to use what they learned on me. I was always a fast learner and a much faster kicker.” You couldn’t keep the grin off your face and you took a lower stance, readying yourself.

“You do know you can only do that so many times before it becomes repetitive, predictable” his gaze flickered to your legs again. For a moment his gaze shifted from assessing to appreciative.

“Maybe.” You shrugged playfully. You knew you could get at least one or two more good kicks on him.

You both began your dance again, Strange a bit more warily now. It was you who made the first move this time. You attempted the very little you knew about Judo takedowns you’d seen in a “best of” compilation videos online. Which doesn’t exactly pan out when your opponent is taller than you.

You attempted to grab onto his robes around his collar and twist but he simply stood tall and raised an eyebrow at you. “Really,” he taunted, “you’re going to try to beat me with something I know and you don’t?”

You looked up at him, shrugged and pulled down again. This time jumping before you did so so you could at least use your weight and lower center of gravity as your advantage to pull him off his balance. You managed to surprise him with that and he bent over, his feet still on the ground but you got his head at the perfect height for a move that defined your youth. You wrapped one arm around his neck, knelt and fully had Doctor Stephen Strange on his knees in a head lock.

“You - can’t be - serious!” He huffed out as he wiggled and pushed against you to try to free himself with no avail.

“A backyard favorite.” You beamed “Simple, but effective.”

“May-be” you felt his arm snake up your waist, back, shoulders, up around your neck and shit.

Though you had him locked, he was pushing your head at a hard angle. Unable to take the pressure on your neck you let go. As you did his other hand swung full force into your chest and continued until your back hit the ground and his hand was up around your throat.

He wasn’t squeezing, there wasn’t an ounce of anger on his face. Sure he was breathing harder and his face was a little red from the effort but that grin remained as his hand held you by your throat in place.

“I’ll tell you here and now…” he leaned in, “You will not tell a soul you got me in a headlock… understood?”

You silently stared up at him and gave an ever so slight nod. His hand shifted down to your collar, holding you in place “I need to hear it.”

“Yes, sir” you said softly, turning your voice to velvet.

His lips curved up into a grin and his eyes flickered over you as he relented, removing his hand from your collar. “Ohh you’re good.” He chuckled as he stood up and reached a hand out. You Pft at his hand and he shrugged and turned away.

You stood slowly keeping your eyes him. “Since we’ve knocked each other into the dirt -“ you chuckle. “And I have something to hold over your head.” Your small smirk turns into a grin as he whips around. "what do we do now?"

His eyes flashed mischievously as he sauntered toward you "You know what? I think it's time for a new lesson."

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First TMNT story here

Comics V

CHRT: Michelangelo

When hanging out with the Turtles you always noticed Michelangelo not being included in somethings, he always laughed it off but seemed disappointed right after. The others didn't worry as much as you did because you cared for him and was always there to stick up for Mikey when they were rude towards him. You stuck up for him because you liked him, you liked how kind and silly he was, the way he comforted you when you weren't okay and the fact he always let you play first with his video game.

Today everyone was in the common area to hang out, including the disliked Casey but Mikey wasn't there.

"Guys um where's Mikey?" You asked, looking around with a confused expression.

"Don't know he's usually first to be here but he isn't.." Donatello said, laying his head onto the pillow.

"Kinda good he isn't here, nice and quiet." Raph added.

"Shut up Raph.." You rolled their eyes and headed to mikey's room. When you open his room door you saw him on his bed reading a comic. He seemed a little upset based on the facial expression.

"Hey you okay M?"

"Yeah, just wanted to read comics tonight alone."

"Well let me join that one is my favorite." You smiled, scooting onto Mikey's bed and leaning your head against his.

"You like this? My brother's think it's stupid...my brother's think I'm stupid and it's really mean... Do you think I'm stupid?" He asked, looking towards you with a tear forming in his eye.

You looked towards him with a gentle smile."You're not stupid Mikey, you just see things differently and if they think you've stupid we can be stupid together."

He hesitated a bit before answering."I like together..." Mikey said quietly while putting down the comic and laying his head against their chest in return.

"I like together too..." You smiled, rubbing his head. After a couple minutes Raphael comes bursting through the door.

"Can you hurry up we want to watch the-"

"Why that face Raph...wait... Do not get any ideas..."

"Oh I definitely have one. Are you two- about to like-"

"No I'm just comforting Michelange-"

"LEO I HAVE SOME NEWS FOR YOU!!" Raphael said running down the hall. You immediately jumped up and chased after Raphael. Michelangelo quietly followed behind.

"And then I walked in and I saw them two together."

"Yeah, I was hugging Mikey you idiot."

"Yeah right you were probably going to.. Do stuff..."

"Oh god you're digusting I would never!"

"It's not that bad, if they do anything I don't think it would be possible to have offspring because our-"

"Yes Donnie, we know... But do you like, like Mikey?" Leonardo asked, you looked towards Michelangelo's worried expression and back to Leo.

"Yes, now were going to go back to what were doing which was NOT what Raphael was thinking." You held Mikey close while flipping Raph off, heading to his room.

Everyone was in shock, sort of.

Leonardo smiled being happy for Mikey

Raphael was pissed because he wasn't right

Casey was laughing at Raphael while April was in an attempt to shut him up and Donatello was.. Disappointed.

"That is a bummer." Donnie said with a sigh.

"How so? I think it's a great chance for Mikey to have girlfriend."

"No not that, the fact that I thought I'd have a chance with a pretty girl like her."

"But don't you think april is a pretty girl?"

"Not since she showed up."

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Once You got to his room and plopped on the bed, looking up at Mikey who was smiling in joy.

"You do like me do you? You weren't lying?"

"Of course I wouldn't lie to you.."

Before you could say anything else Mikey stood on his toes and kissed you on your cheek.

"Wanna read comics together?" He asked smiling, putting his hands behind his back.

"Always."