#woah two drunk freaks

[maynardthemeem]

Cold Spout. 🍻🌿

Demoman x OC oneshot / lore drop.

< Probably won't write anymore fics anytime soon, imo this loses quality during the end, but i just really wanted to write these two >

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Winter had taken hold of Tuefort in a much bigger grasp than previous years, and surprisingly much earlier too. Frost on nearly every surface, snow up to an average mans waist and moods for everyone in that miserable gravel pit even lower.

Beers, whiskeys and scrumpy were consumed alot more than usual, especially since Smissmas season was coming up. Tavish being the one to consume the most, although usual for any day, these times were practically a world record. Though around these times such amounts were consumed to help soothe and help with concentration.

Stumbling up to the roof, a bag under one arm and a beer case under the other, he wandered up here for some quiet and to do some last minute tinkering on an experimental grenade launcher.

Only after plopping down against the roof entrance's exterior wall, and poppin open a few beers, did Tavish realise he wasnt alone. A few feet away was his teammate, one he was fond of the most, and they were fiddleing with an acoustic guitar.

Strumming for a few seconds and then twisting and twiddling the tuners.

"You up here for a break too, lad?" Tavish called out to them, their head snapping up and their long orange curls flouncing back. Surprised their solitude was broken.

Bo joined him by the wall, setting their instrument to the side and picking up a bottle of his alcohol. Tavish said nothing as they chugged most of it with an unusal quickness.

The season was getting to them too.

He was smart enough to know that...especially since his teammate was a huge whiskey enjoyer and often turned down beer.

Silence flooded the roof again, then broke when Tavish started rewireing his launcher, and Bo had opened another beer.

"Youre a good man, Tav'." Theyd mutter, slamming the bottle down with an uncharacteristic simmering rage. Judgeing by the familiar slur to their words, this wasnt their first bottle of liquor tonight.

"Youre probably the most normal man on this bloody team." Tucking a long strand of hair behind their pierced ear, and wiping their mouth on their arm.

"That is far from the truth, laddie." Tavish whipped his head up, squinting his doubt at them.

Bo sighed, sitting up on their knees and leaning to see what Tavish was doing. After a few silent seconds of watching, they continued.

" I dont belong here." Bo slurred, picking up a third bottle. "i was meant to create. Not destroy." Their voice gruff and lower than usual. "To tell stories, and sing songs of legends."

Tavish put together it was in fact not the seasons weird influence on peoples happiness.

This was a festering mess he wasnt able to deal with, but he was absolutely going to try.

"But oh, oh no. I dont get to."

Tavish got to a stopping point with his project, and set it, carefully, aside. His eye looking up and over to the Irishman who was now towering over him.

"I. Get to kill, the same bloody people. Over, and over, and over."

A pit dropped in the Scotsmans stomach, Bo swayed as they started pacing. Thankfully, not close the roofs edge. "And die. Over, and over and OVER." Tavish watched over their pacing, and bitter quiet ramblings. Nervously he leaned up, bringing his knees to his chest, waiting to dash if they get too close to the roofs edge.

"Its too much." Bo clutched their arms around themself and flopped down onto their knees. "Its all too much."

Tavish stood quickly and rushed to their side, placing a hand on their back as they sobbed into their own hands. Tracing his scared hands along their back in slow, soothing circles.

He had no clue what he was doing, as he usually drank and drank to ease his own sorrows, but he knew that wasnt the solution for everyone, and

offering Bo more beer wasnt going to help whatsoever, so he just let them continue their drunken ramblings.

"I couldve lived. I could be out there, creating. Existing. But no. Im bloody stuck here." The ginger gasped in some air, leaning their head to the side and pressing it against Tavish' shoulder.

"Easy. Easy, there. I think you had a wee bit too to drink much, lassie." He said softly, easing to his feet and carefully helping up the swaying, sobbing ginger.

"Come on, lets get ya rested."

[curseofaphrodite]

you and me.

REMUS LUPIN X FEM!READER | fluff

summary: the aftermath of fake dating. | kofi

Can I feel sad over breaking up with someone I never dated? Remus thought, sipping his glass of butterbeer.

Gryffindor had won their gazillionth Quidditch match in a row, and the party was in full swing. He might be the only person not intoxicated, but the urge to let that record go became more and more persistent when he watched you laughing with that blonde prick from Ravenclaw.

Why are Ravenclaws even allowed in here? Didn't they freaking lose to Gryffindor?

"Yeah mate, but Darcy is an exception 'cause our Y/N likes him," Sirius explained, his words slurring.

"Did I say that out loud?" Remus wondered, looking at his butterbeer. "This is my first glass. How can I be drunk already?"

"My beautiful girlfriend," James sighed, patting Lily's head — who was already asleep on his lap. "Had the beautiful idea to do a Refill Charm on all utensils, so your first glass will always stay your first glass."

Remus groaned. "For Prefects, you guys do a lot of troublemaking."

"Hogwarts nearing its end, Moony," James said dreamily, his eyes soft as can be. "It's the season to let all hell break loose."

Remus grunted something inaudible, which Sirius found funny. He fell from the couch laughing.

"Woah, woah," James turned his mom-mode on. "No more refilling glass for you, Pads."

"Take it away from him first," Sirius pointed at Lupin. "He's the one crying over his ex-girlfriend."

"I thought they were just fake-dating?"

"We were!" Remus said defensively.

"For Darcy to get jealous?"

"Yes."

"And he did get jealous so they broke up?"

"We all know the story, thank you very much."

"Oh my god Sirius, do you think Remus fell in love with Y/N while they were fake dating?"

"Can you please stop talking like I'm not here!" Lupin said, throwing his hands up in protest. "Y/N is dumb to go after him and I would never like her. Most importantly, I do not like that asshole Darcy, who got the name and character of an egoistic 18th-century pig! She only liked him because he's hot and popular!"

Silence fell among your friends, one that seemed like he was in trouble. Following their line of gaze, he turned around to see you towering over him, your hands on your hips and an unmistakable hurt look.

"Y/N—"

"Is that what you think of me?" you asked softly, anger slowly tinting your voice. "And of Darcy? You helped me get him jealous and now you think he's a pig?"

"I'm drunk?" Remus tried helplessly.

"You think I went after him because he's popular and hot?!"

"Well, he is popular and hot—"

"I haven't even gone on one date with him yet and you guys are already talking shit about me!?"

"It was just Remus!" Sirius said defensively. Remus shot him a sharp glare.

"I cannot fucking believe you guys!"

You stormed off before Lupin could open his mouth again.

"For what it's worth," Marlene said earnestly. "I do think he's a pig. He's been dating that Slytherin girl on the down low. Real casual, everyone says."

Remus sat up straight. "What about Y/N then?"

"Well, my sources say he already tried asking her out on a date. And she said no."

"What, why?"

"Girls tell girls and they tell more girls. My guess is she found out about the Slytherin girl and didn't want to get involved in their mess."

"Then why on earth would she bring him to this party?" Remus asked in exasperation. "Why does she have to be so confusing!?"

Marlene shrugged.

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Once you get mad at someone, you shut them out completely. Being your close friend, Remus knew this already, but he never expected to be on the receiving end. Over the next few days, you mysteriously disappeared whenever he saw you and never sat next to him in classes. While eating, you always came in late and sat two rows of people down, and while he tried to come up and talk to you, you'd disappear yet again.

If he didn't know better, he would have thought you mastered how to disapparate within the Hogwarts wall itself.

After Potions class one day, Remus was more determined than usual. He stayed behind when he spotted you clearing a doubt with Professor Slughorn. He'd just have to ambush you when that was done.

"You're wasting your time," Lily came by his side. "Slughorn talks her ears out for hours. And if she sees you, she'll just run to the loo, which happens to be just down the hallway."

"We're not in first year! She wouldn't be that childish."

"Oh, don't let her hear you that."

Remus sighed. "Alright, fuck it."

"Wha—?"

Before Lily could finish that question, Remus barged over to the front desk, where you were talking animatedly to Slughorn. Your eyes widened when you saw him, but before you could react, he bent down and scooped you up, and threw you over his shoulders. His werewolf strength had never been more helpful.

You yelped in surprise, but he walked off before Slughorn could react.

"Let me down!" you yelled, but he remained as quiet as ever. The last thing you saw before you talked out of that room was Lily trying to hold back a laugh.

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Remus put you down when he reached an empty classroom, and he closed the door behind him before you could pull another disappearing act.

"You have got to stop acting like a kid!" he started, completely ignoring what Lily had said.

"Excuse me?" you scoffed, though you felt a little embarrassed yourself. "You're the one who basically called me dumb for liking a freaking guy!"

"He is a dumb guy. I didn't call you dumb. I just called the act of liking him dumb."

"How is that any different, Lupin?"

"Wow!" Remus laughed, though he looked anything but friendly. "One fight and I'm on last name basis? Over your fucking boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Then why the hell did you bring him to the party?!"

"I didn't! He came with Alice, you utter buffoon!"

That shut him up. But you weren't finished.

"You're always quick to judge and I never thought you'd include me in that list and—"

"Y/N—"

"—no, you listen to me. If I did go on a date with someone, it's none of your business since you said you'd never like me. So stop pretending like my fucking boyfriend because we stopped that act weeks ago! He and I are no more than friends than you and I are!"

Whatever he was about to say choked and died away in his throat. You felt guilty, though you didn't know why.

"No more than you and me." Remus gritted his teeth. "Makes sense."

You watched him walk away in all kinds of feelings. But before you could call out, before you could react in any way, he stopped and turned.

"Ah, fuck it," he said for the second time that day and walked straight back to you.

You felt his hold on your face and then his lips were on yours. Your eyes widened before closing altogether. You grabbed him by his collar and kissed him back, as hurried and passionate as him.

"Still friends?" he asked in between the kisses, picking you up again to put you on top of the benches.

"Not by a long shot," you smiled against his lips, pulling him closer.

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Lily's face was red when she reached the common room.

"What happened?" James asked, sitting up straight.

"Next time we have a meeting with Dumbledore, we should ask him to soundproof the dungeons." She said, shuddering.

[mv1simp]

Into It ♥️ Part 2 of 3

Max Verstappen x Girlfriend!Reader

and she don’t really like it (but she needs me, yeah)

the one in which you’re newly dating your gorgeous boyfriend, max verstappen, after months of pining and flirting. he’s the perfect gentleman, so romantic and treats you just right! now how do you tell him that you’re desperate for mad max to come out and rail ur insides without sounding like a freak 😚

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom/sub, size kink, Charles used as a plot device to make Max jealous soz, orgasm denial, classic kinky shit, 4k WC

PART ONE HERE ♥️ PART THREE HERE ♥️

That’s how you found yourself on a girls’ night out in Monaco’s new hottest club, downing three shots in a row. Woah, woah girl!! your best girlfriend exclaimed, what’s the occasion? You huffed and avoided eye contact, prompting her to lean in conspiratorially, trouble in paradise with your boy Maxie? This time you glare at her in response and she grins in satisfaction, knowing she's caught you.

A few more shots later and you were drunkenly rambling about your tales of sexual frustration to her, about all the attempts at seducing your boyfriend, all the unfulfilled fantasies. She laughs, so you’re saying you’re upset your boyfriend acts too sweet to you to be rough with you in the bedroom? You nodded glumly, squishing your face against the bar countertop. I’m the worst girlfriend ever. I don’t deserve an angel like max!

Your girlfriend rolled her eyes at your melodrama. Girl, no. We all need to get dicked down hard. You need to be straight up with him. Besides - she smirked - he’s the most chaotic driver on the grid. I’m sure he can provide everything you want and much, much more.

Squinting, you tried to make sense of her words through your drunken thoughts. Logically you knew she was right - you should just tell Max honestly what you desired so badly - but even imagining how he might react when he obviously considered you to be his sweet, innocent girlfriend made you feel too embarrassed, even now. More drinks, you declared promptly. Your girlfriend shrugged, handing you another shot. Cheers to that!

An hour later you found yourself on the dance floor, having the time of your life. Twisting and grinding the night away, initially with your friends but at some point you stumble across Charles and Lando, who had joined your group at the club. Giggling, you threw your arms right around Cha, who you had known from living in Monaco the last few years. Chaaa!!! It’s so good to see you!! You’ve had such a fantastic year in Ferrari, I’m so proud of you-

Charles chuckled good naturedly at your drunk ramblings, wrapping an arm around you to steady you. He made eye contact with Lando, gesturing to his phone, to which the other boy mouthed already on it - having texted Max to come pick up his normally very responsible, well behaved girlfriend who had hilariously gotten far too wasted. Charles guides you away to get you a drink - water, sorry mon cherrie - he sweetly apologises as he takes the beer can you had grabbed instead and replaced it with a clear bottle. You pouted, struggling to stand up straight, and leaned right into him, arms around his shoulders, letting him feel all of you. And he definitely could, given your choice of outfit tonight - a silky long sleeved minidress hugging your body perfectly, with a low cut sweetheart neckline giving the taller man a perfect view of your cleavage. Charles’ eyes widened in surprise - in all his years of knowing you, you had never acted like this before. He reached for your waist again to steady you as you start to lean to one side again.

Unfortunately, this was exactly the picture Max found you two in.

Before Charles could even put a finger on you, a strong arm wraps around your waist from behind, yanking you backwards against a firm chest. You stumbled, confused, and tipped your head up only to come face to face with your boyfriend. Except even in your drunk daze, you could tell your boyfriend looked absolutely furious. You vaguely hear him snarl something aggressively towards Cha - Keep your fucking greedy hands off her - To which the monegasque driver innocently raised his hands in defence, attempting to explain, but Max doesn’t give him a chance as he leans down and tosses you over his shoulder, making you yell out in surprise. Maxie, you gasped as he quickly navigated you out of the club towards his Aston Martin Valkyrie, his fast pace making you dizzy - Maxie, slow down, I didn’t say bye to Cha-

A hard smack on your ass cuts you off, making you squeal and eyes boggle at the unexpected rough treatment. Max had never, ever used his force on you like that. Oh, we’re way past the point of that, Princess. I’m taking you straight home, Max growls as he drops you into the passenger seat, jaw clenched as he clicked your seatbelt in. He tossed a bottle of water in your lap as he started the car and speeds off. You gulp it down greedily, desperately trying to sober up a bit and process where on earth this behaviour from your usually sweet boyfriend had come from.

By the time he parked in his garage, you had started to think a bit clearer and felt nervousness build up, realising you’ve started your first real fight as a couple. Maxie- You try again as you entered the elevator up his penthouse together, Maxie, I’m sorry, I got too drunk- But your boyfriend didn’t even meet your gaze, still staring ahead furiously as you stumbled after him through the front door. You called out again as he stalked off, reaching a hand out to grab his t-shirt and pleading for him to tell you why he was so mad, you had said you were sorry, you just had a bit too much to drink - and he whirled around, letting the full impact of his anger implode onto you.

Why am I so angry? Are you seriously fucking asking me that right now? Max spat, stalking towards you and making you back up against the kitchen wall, doe eyed. What do you think? What would you do if your girlfriend leaves in the middle of the night and you find her fucking dry humping your mate in the middle of a club for all of Monaco to see? Huh? Your eyes had gotten wider with each sentence Max had yelled at you, inching back further and further until you were trapped with the hard kitchen wall to your back, Max’s arms caging you against it as he glared down at you. Maxie, you say guiltily, taking a deep breath to focus on de-escalating the fight instead of the freakish butterflies you felt in your belly seeing his harsh intensity directly focused on you for once. I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have done it and it genuinely didn’t mean, I only want you-

The tall blonde scoffs, rolling his eyes and making it clear he didn’t believe a word coming out of your mouth. Oh, don’t give me that bullshit now, Schat he sneered, his usual favourite nickname for you now said with a bitterly sarcastic tone, making you half excited at the cruel change in his attitude and half panicked because you had never expected he would get this angry at you. You’ve been acting weird for the past month, half the time I swear you’re trying on purpose to delete my sim racing data, and then leaving your laundry all over the apartment when you get mad at me for not putting a single pair of socks away, and now tonight with Charles? Why did you have to act so pathetic and put yourself all over him?

You take a sharp breath in as Max’s words hit you right in the heart. He’s still glaring down at you, arms caging you in and making it clear he demanded an answer from you. His words had shocked you - all your efforts, all the attempts at trying to turn him on had apparently gone completely unnoticed? And instead he just thought of you as pathetic? You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore, your deepest insecurities now coming out given your already oversensitive emotional state after getting so drunk tonight.

Why? WHY? you scream up at Max, unable to control the hot tears that fill your eyes in response to his words. Max flinches reflexively, not expecting you to become so upset, and you shove him away with your full strength. You barely manage to push him back a couple centimetres as he concedes, but that was all you needed to slip under his arms and away from his intense gaze, not wanting him to see the fresh tears that had started dripping down your cheeks now, the tequila in your system amplifying your emotions. Wiping them off, you spin back around and resume your yelling - Well maybe because I wanted to actually make you mad for once, Max! Maybe because I actually wanted you to treat me with the passion and intensity you treat everything else around you, and yes, maybe it was a stupid way to get your attention tonight, but I thought making you jealous would finally make you lose control and just fuck me hard for once!

Max’s startled look is almost priceless, his baby blue eyes going wide like a deer in headlights as the argument takes a complete 180 from where it had been earlier. But you don’t stop there -

So I’m sorry I made myself look like the pathetic girlfriend of the golden boy, Max Verstappen. I just didn’t know what to do! I tried to get dressed up for you in my nicest lingerie, or make you mad at me so that you had an excuse to punish me however you wanted. But apparently it just wasn’t enough because you never noticed and still treat me like I’m some little precious doll that might break, like I can’t handle seeing you when you’re mad or upset or aggressive. So I guess I am pathetic, so desperate to try so hard to seduce you because I just wanted you to be yourself when you obviously just don’t think I’m hot enough to make you desire me in that way -

Woah, woah woah - okay, this deprecating self talk had gone on way too long for his liking, Max thought, as he closed his mouth that had dropped open in surprise as you finally released the tension and secrets he could tell you had been building up. Schatje, he murmured, approaching you gently, all his earlier anger crumbling away as he wipes your tears.

His strong hands grasped your waist and easily lifted you onto the marble top counter behind you, the twinkling Monaco city lights streaming in through the glass panels behind you. You sniffle, still refusing to meet his eyes, so embarrassed that all your feelings had rapidly come out of you like that. Max lovingly tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. For such a smart and accomplished woman, you can be so incredibly stupid sometimes He starts, quickly continuing when he sees the indignation on your face -

So stupid because I can’t believe you think there is any version of me that doesn’t think you’re the most fucking beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes upon, the only woman who has me wrapped around her pretty little finger. You know I would give you the world, schat, all you have to do is ask me for what you want.

I know, you say, sighing miserably, I know you’ll give me anything I want, you treat me so well, Maxie, and I’ve been the one who’s been having all these dirty thoughts every time I see you shirtless or driving on the track.

Max chuckles, his eyes shining brightly and cheeks flushed from your confession about how crazy he makes you feel. You’ve been holding back on me, liefje he teases, gently rubbing his thumbs across your dusty pink cheeks. Tell me, what naughty ideas has my girl been hiding from me? What’s driving you so wild about seeing me drive?

Your cheeks darken as you struggle to come up with a half coherent response despite your weeks of fantasising. I - um, well, sometimes - sometimes, when a race is going bad and you’re getting really angry on the radio and racing so aggressively against the others, it just really, uh, turns me on? you mumble, eyes purposely looking at his toned chest to avoid eye contact. And it makes me think about what it would feel like to have all that power up against me instead, to help you relax by releasing all your energy out on me instead of holding it in…as you trail off you hesitantly look back up, certain that you had freaked your boyfriend out by your inner thoughts. Instead, you find Max’s ice blue eyes locked intently onto yours, swirling with that stormy darkness you had caught glimpses of before.

Schatje, Max says, his voice low as he steps closer into your space, your soft thighs parting to accomodate his large frame. Are you telling me you’ve been wondering if I can fuck you the way that I like to drive? Aggressive and completely in control? You feel your cheeks flush again at his direct question, and you nod in response to his question, squeaking out a nervous yes.

Max’s eyes darken, lips quirking into a smug smirk you had seen many times on post race interviews and podiums but rarely within your home. He jerks you forward with one arm, pressing your soft tits up against his own firm chest, your legs instinctively tightening around his hips as he stands directly in front of you. So, Schat, you like it when I’m getting angry at you, huh? It all makes so much sense now. The way that you’re always biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together everytime I’m arguing in the garage. You look so innocent, but you’re actually just a dirty little girl, huh? acting like the sweetest WAG on the grid - but you’re just a desperate cocktease, aren’t you?

You let out a breathless gasp at the new sense of superiority in Max’s words, a condescending smirk still on his lips. Your ego rises up hotly and you shake your head in defence, Nuh uh, Maxie, that’s not, I’m not-

He cuts you off by suddenly dropping his hands from your waist and instead curling them around your chubby soft thighs, forming a tight grip easily with his large fingers. Doesn’t matter what you say, baby. The proof is right here. He flips your minidress up, exposing the cute white lacey thong underneath, his ring finger easily hooking around thin material and pulling it to one side. There’s no hiding the sheer wetness coating your cute pink pussy, so much so that there’s strands of it connecting to the thong as Max pulled it back. Bingo, he chuckles darkly. You’re squealing at the gesture as your intimate parts go on full display for him, trying desperately to close your legs with your full strength but Max’s bruising grip on your thighs is unrelenting for once. He laughs at the sight, angling his long fingers forward to teasingly flick against the entrance to your core. Your needy little pussy is already dripping for me, huh schat? It got so wet seeing me get all angry and jealous, didn’t it? Did you get even wetter when I yelled at Charles for touching you? Or maybe it was when I had to smack that fat ass of yours to shut your whining up?

Your eyes go wide as you look up at him in shock, hearing filthy words you never thought you would hear from your sweet Maxie. Your head is starting to spin from his deep voice as he continues his teasing with a cocky look. Oh, liefje. I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight you won’t even be able to remember your own name. You’re going to tell me every single dirty fantasy you’ve had, and you’re not going to stop until I’m completely satisfied with you.

Before you can even reply, Max is lifting you up off the counter and into his arms, navigating you both easily to the large plush sofa facing his penthouse balcony and sitting down comfortably. He pulls you on top of him, bringing your still clothed core to rest directly on top of his muscled thighs. You find yourself face to face with his chest even in this position, having to tilt your head up to look at the much taller Dutchman. He grins smugly, the very picture of a Chesire cat as he looks back at you, large palm resting securely on your plump ass.

So, mein liefje? You going to tell me what you’ve been plotting up? Beg me to fill you up and treat you like the little slut you’ve secretly always been? he demands. You bristle at his arrogant tone, not replying to him after you had already made so many embarrassing confessions. But you can’t deny the wetness that keeps dripping from your core, making a mess all over his pants. Your boyfriend notices your stubborn efforts to keep yourself composed and smirks. That’s how you want to play it, love? He croons at you. That’s ok. I can play this game with you. All. Night. Long. It’s my turn to tease you after all the fun you’ve had prancing around in your tiny slutty outfits, rubbing your ass up on me in the middle of the night and driving me crazy having to hold myself back since you couldn’t be a good girl and just beg for it.

And with that he tenses his thighs up into you, bouncing his leg, making you moan suddenly from the blissful stimulation. He speeds up his pace and you find yourself grinding down onto him, eyes fluttering shut as the feeling your pleasure start to build up -

And come crashing down when Max abruptly stills, startling you into grabbing onto his biceps to steady yourself as you almost topple over. Your - loving, adorable, currently irritiating - boyfriend flashes a cheeky smile at you. Max, you whine, but he continues to look at you expectantly and you huff, caving in and gathering the confidence you had left over from your earlier shots.

Your eyes trail down to his chest, one very common thought of yours immediately springing to mind. I guess I really like how you’re so much bigger than me, you murmur, blush starting to return to your cheeks. You’re so big and sooo strong, always lifting the heaviest things easily and I think a lot about how good it would feel to have your big hands on me, holding me down, moving me in anyway that you wanted for your own pleasure. Your hand moves slowly down his front as you speak, and Max rewards your honesty by smoothly removing his shirt, his muscular chest now on display for you. You continue your exploration and trace across his wide shoulders, feeling your heart speed up at the stark difference in your sizes. And, I think about how sexy you sound when you get angry, cause your Dutch accent slips through and makes it even hotter, and I wondered how you would sound if you gave me orders and told me exactly how you wanted me to please you.

Max’s breathing is getting deeper, revealing that your boyfriend is not as unaffected by your words as he is acting. You bite your thick lips as Max’s hands find their way to your ass again, now simultaneously pushing you down onto his leg while pushing his thigh up at the same time. Yeah, schatje? Like this? You want me to show you just how much stronger I am than you, just how hard I’ve had to hold back in case I hurt you?

His fingers unzip the back of your satin dress, allowing it to easily slide off your shoulders, exposing your perfect tits for him while his other hand navigates between your thigh, easily ripping your thong off on one side and pulling it up your smooth leg to let it dangle on your ankle. His hands set the pace as he easily bounces you up and down on his large thighs, making you moan sweetly in pleasure, then squeal as his mouth latches onto your pretty brown nipple that he had been hungrily eyeing. He licks and kisses aggressively at your boobs, leaving a smattering of hickeys as he went and you can’t control how loud your moans get anymore. Ohhh, Maxie, that feels so good~

He bites down on a nipple, then leaves a gentle lick on the bruise he left, and you feel a lightning bolt shoot straight to your pussy at the feeling 💕 He smirks in satisfaction, noticing the blissful expression on your face. Fuck, you like it rough, don’t you baby? Love when I use your little body however I want? You whine in agreement, all earlier inhibitions completely out the window as you’re lost in the pleasure Max makes you feel. That’s all he needs to escalate this again. His hands grab onto your satin dress, this time easily ripping it into two and tossing it onto the floor. You squeal, eyes wide at his casual display of strength as his palms find their way to your exposed jiggling ass, laying a powerful smack on them as you continue to hump his thigh. Oh! Ohhh, Maxie, mhhmm, feels so good!

Max chuckles at your endearing desperation, delivering slap after slap to your quickly reddening asscheeks as you bounce on him. He delivers another slap, this time leaving his hand there to possessives squeeze the flesh while his other hand wraps around your throat to pulls your lips forward onto his. You moan into the sloppy kiss, so unbelievably turned on at this domineering side of Max. His fingers glide across your ass, teasing your dripping heat from behind and you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. You greedily bury your hands in his soft hair as his tongue swipes across yours, when Max suddenly stands up, pushing you off him and onto your knees on the fluffy carpet. You blink up at him, dazed at the change in position, only to find a wicked smirk on his face as he steps out of his pants, letting his thick and very hard erection swing out, his tip landing just in front of your plush lips.

You feel your face flush, because truly you had not gone down on your boyfriend very much at all. He would often be the one to worship you, lounging for an easy three quarters of an hour in between your legs, his tongue lapping at your wet heat. Your boyfriends’ thoughts mirrored yours exactly, and he leaned down, his hand cupping your chin and forcing a thumb into your mouth. You wanted me to use you, isn’t that right? To be a little fucktoy for me, and let all of my stress out at? Go on, schatje, you know what to do.

You immediately began suckling at his thumb, eyes wide, mascara smudged sexily, and looking up at him sooo obediently that he feels himself get even harder. Fuck yeah, that’s a good girl. He swiped his thumb across your tongue before hooking it around one corner of your lips, stretching it uncomfortably wide to the side. Open that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart. It’s time to teach you how to put it to good use.

You could tell Max was just getting started from the pleased smirk on his face as he watched you get more and more desperate to have him. Fuck, you were in for a long night.

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A/N: Part 3 is out! Tysm to all of you for the unexpected response!! So glad so many of you liked it, glad I can feed all you thirsty souls hehe 🤭 Comment to let me know what you think cause it’s been a while since I’ve done this! Lmk if you have any ideas/prompts for our manz u want me to write 🫶

[pensthoughts]

for the data | v.p

pairing: van palmer x f!reader a/n: travis' comment about jackieshauna sleepover kisses really got me thinking so i decided to write this about the one, the only: van palmer 😇 summary: two girls. one sleepover. expired wine coolers, messy face masks, and a kiss that totally doesn’t mean anything (except maybe it does). word count: 1.2k

it's a friday night, and it's just the two of you.

van's sprawled across your bed like she owns the place, one socked foot kicked over the side, the other tucked underneath her. her sweatshirt is halfway off one shoulder, and her flannel pajama pants are rolled twice at the waist. in contrast, you're sitting cross-legged beside her in a matching tank top and pajama shorts you bought last weekend, holding a warm wine cooler that probably expired sometime last year, giggling at whatever dumb thing she just said.

"you're so dramatic," you say through your laugh, nudging her knee with your foot.

van throws her head back, grinning like a lunatic. "me? you're the one who said—what was it? 'this is a sacred night, van, don't make a mockery of it.'" her impression of you is awful and way too high-pitched.

you roll your eyes and sip from your drink. "because it is sacred. we haven't had a real sleepover since, like, new year's."

van fake gasps. "you're right. that was the night you made us do vision boards and spilled cranberry juice on my pillow."

you look over at her, mouth open in exaggerated offense. "okay, you were the one who said a vision board was 'great manifestation'. don't act like you weren't into it."

she shrugs, smug. "doesn't mean i forgive you for my sticky pillow."

you smile into your drink and lean back against your headboard, your shoulder brushing hers. "you still slept on it."

"i would've slept on the floor," she says easily, "but your mom gets freaked out when i'm not in bed like a normal guest."

you grin. "you're not normal."

"flattered," van says, tipping her bottle toward you in a mock-toast before taking a sip.

the room smells like the lilac candle you lit half an hour ago and the strawberry-whatever drinks you dug out from your kitchen. there's music playing softly from the radio in the corner—some throwback station cycling through random ballads. it's too warm in your room, and van's arm keeps bumping yours, but you don't move away. you never do.

"hey," she says suddenly, turning toward you, voice quieter.

you look over. her hair's messy in a cute way, strands falling into her eyes. she blinks, slow and soft. "thanks for inviting me."

"of course i did," you say, just as quiet. "you're my favorite person."

van's smile flickers for a second like it almost falters—but then she rolls her eyes. "ew. don't get sappy on me now."

you giggle and bump your shoulder into hers. "you're lucky i didn't make us do another vision board."

"oh, i brought mine," she says, completely deadpan, "it's just a collage of doritos and gillian anderson."

you snort. "classic van palmer."

"hey," she says again, tilting her head at you. "wanna do face masks?"

you blink at the change of subject but nod. "yeah. in the bathroom cabinet."

she grins and hops off the bed, nearly stumbling as she walks. "woah. drunk walk. did you see that?"

"impressive form," you tease, watching her disappear down the hall.

when she comes back, she's holding two neon-colored face mask packets and dramatically fans them out as if she's playing cards. "pick your poison: cucumber cool or watermelon glow."

you pretend to think. "watermelon sounds fake."

"it is fake. but that's half the fun." she tosses you the cucumber one and plops back onto the bed with hers.

you both apply them while laughing about how gross they feel—van keeps smearing hers on unevenly and missing huge spots just to make you laugh. her nose is completely untouched, and you point it out, wiping some of your own onto her skin with your finger.

she freezes for a second when you do it, staring at you for a beat too long.

then she smirks, "you just want an excuse to touch me."

you roll your eyes, flushing a little. "you're the one who wanted to do face masks."

"guilty," she says with a wink.

there's a pause.

you sip the rest of your drink and toss the empty bottle in your trash can, the glass clinking faintly. "you want another one?"

van holds up her own empty. "let's get reckless."

you both sneak to the kitchen, whispering and stifling giggles as you grab more bottles from the back of the fridge. when you're back in your room, the candle's burned halfway down, and the radio's playing something slow and dreamy.

you flop onto the bed, lying on your back, and van lies beside you, both of you staring at the ceiling like it might tell you a secret.

"feels like we're in a movie," van says after a moment, her voice a little slurred but sweet.

you glance at her. "yeah?"

"yeah. like... a scene where nothing bad's happened yet, you know? just... two girls, in a bedroom. drinking gross drinks. putting goo on their faces."

you smile. "the calm before the horror movie plot kicks in."

van snorts. "exactly."

there's a lull in the conversation. the kind that's comfortable. your eyes flick to her profile—how the flickering candlelight catches the curve of her nose and the soft line of her jaw. her lashes are longer than you ever realized.

"you're really pretty," you say.

you don't mean to say it.

it just kind of... slips out.

van blinks. turns to look at you. "what?"

you freeze. "i—i said—um, i meant, like... the mask makes your skin look... i mean, i guess you always—"

van's looking at you like she's trying to figure out if you're serious. like she's scared to believe you but also kind of wants to. her voice is soft when she asks, "did you mean it?"

your heart stutters. you're drunk enough to be brave but not sober enough to think about remembering this later and dying of it.

"yeah," you say quietly. "i did."

she stares at you for a second longer, and then she grins, lopsided and nervous. "you wanna do something kinda dumb?"

you blink. "uh... yeah?"

and then she kisses you.

just once.

it's not deep or long—it's just a quick press of lips, soft and unsure, almost like she's waiting for you to pull away or laugh it off. her hand hovers near your cheek but doesn't quite touch you, and when she pulls back, her face is already flushed.

you both freeze, eyes wide.

"okay," van says quickly, laughing under her breath. "that was—sorry. that was probably—"

you shake your head, too fast. "no, i—it's okay."

there's a beat.

neither of you says anything.

then van clears her throat. "we can just say it was like... an experiment. or whatever."

"yeah," you say. "totally."

another pause.

you both look away at the same time, nervous grins tugging at your mouths like you're trying not to smile too hard.

van picks up her bottle again and mumbles, "scientists would be proud."

you giggle, heart still racing, and bump your foot against hers under the blanket. "for the data."

"for the data," she echoes, still not looking at you, but smiling in this soft way that makes your whole chest go warm.

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

Can i request the 501's reaction to you being sick? Specifically with a fever or something that's easy to hide. And the reader has rarely been sick before so everyone freaking out when they eventually find out lmao

I love your writing <3 you deserve so many more likes my darling

“You’re What?!”

501st x Reader

You’d dodged blaster fire, explosive shrapnel, and the temper of half the 501st. But this… this damn fever was your greatest adversary yet.

“You’re lookin’ a bit pale, General,” Jesse had noted the day before, squinting at you over a deck of sabacc cards.

“I’m always pale. Comes with the territory,” you’d said, waving him off and trying to ignore the sweat rolling down your spine.

You figured it would pass. It always did. You never got sick. But two days in, your joints ached, your brain felt like it was melting, and even Rex noticed something was off.

“You alright?” he asked after training drills, brows drawn tight beneath his helmet as you leaned too long on the wall.

“Fine. Just tired.”

Rex had narrowed his eyes but let it go. For the moment.

That night, you crawled into your bunk fully dressed, armor still half-on, because even removing your boots felt like a battle. You swore no one would know. You were fine.

The next morning, you nearly face-planted in the mess hall. Nearly. But unfortunately, not before Fives caught your elbow mid-sway.

“Woah—woah! Easy, General!” His arm wrapped around you like a vice. “Are you drunk? Wait, are you drunk? Is that allowed? Why wasn’t I invited?”

“I’m fine,” you rasped, voice barely above a whisper.

Fives blinked. Then frowned.

“…You sound like a malfunctioning comm.”

And suddenly the entire table went silent. Hardcase dropped his tray. Jesse dropped his jaw. Kix, who had just sat down with his caf, froze mid-sip.

“You’re sick?” Kix stood so fast he knocked over his drink. “You’ve never been sick!”

“Statistically speaking,” Echo said cautiously, “this might be an omen.”

“Don’t say omen, she’ll think she’s dying!” Jesse snapped.

“I’m not—” you started, and immediately broke into a coughing fit so violent it made Kix’s med-scanner ping before he even used it.

Rex had walked in by then, and you knew you were doomed when he barked, “What’s going on?”

“She’s sick,” Fives said dramatically, like he was reporting a battlefield casualty.

“Proper sick,” Echo added, wide-eyed.

“Like, fever and everything,” Jesse chimed in.

Rex turned to you slowly, like you’d just declared war on Kamino.

“Is this true?”

You stared, swaying a little. “Maybe.”

Rex took one step toward you and you flinched. “Don’t touch me. You’ll catch it.”

He looked offended. “You think I care about that?”

The moment your knees buckled, six clones lunged at you like you were the last ration bar on the ship.

⸻

Later, in the medbay You were tucked into a cot, surrounded by snacks, water bottles, and what looked suspiciously like a handmade blanket from Fives.

“I’m not dying,” you muttered, as Kix took your temperature for the fifth time.

“You had a fever of 39.5. You were dying,” he said flatly.

Rex was pacing. “Next time you feel off, you tell someone.”

“She thought she could tough it out,” Echo said knowingly. “Classic move.”

Fives leaned on the bedrail. “Don’t worry, General. We’re not letting you go anywhere until you’re back to full sass levels.”

Hardcase grinned. “And I’m standing guard. Fever or not, no one touches our General.”

You coughed again and muttered, “This is ridiculous.”

Jesse threw a blanket over your head. “So are you.”

Hardcase nodded gravely. “This is emotionally devastating.”

Even Anakin showed up halfway through the ordeal. “Heard you caught the plague. Do you need me to file a formal mission postponement?”

“…It’s a cold, sir.”

“That’s what you said before that speeder crash, and we both know how that ended.”

By the time your fever broke the next day, the entire 501st had personally sworn vengeance on germs, replaced your room filters, and started force-feeding you water every hour.

And when you walked into the hangar a day later, freshly cleared by Kix and very much alive?

There was a banner.

“WELCOME BACK FROM THE BRINK OF DEATH.”

Hardcase had made it himself. With glitter.

Day 1 of being cleared by Kix: You felt good. Not perfect, but good enough to want your normal routine back. Unfortunately, the 501st had other plans.

Rex refused to let you do anything strenuous. “You’re still on light duty,” he said as he handed you a datapad and pointed to the command center chair. “You sit, drink water, and look authoritative. That’s it.”

“Can I at least lift the datapad myself?” you asked dryly.

“…Only if it’s under 2 kilograms.”

Fives popped up behind you, placing a fluffy blanket over your shoulders. “You didn’t even cough, but just in case.”

“I’m not cold.”

“You might be cold.”

Hardcase walked by with a steaming mug of something he said was “clone-approved recovery tea,” which suspiciously smelled like caf and fruit rations. You didn’t ask.

Tup slipped a flower behind your ear. “For morale.”

Dogma, meanwhile, was pacing with a clipboard, occasionally checking on your hydration levels. “Eight sips every hour. Non-negotiable.”

At lunch, you tried to sneak away to the mess.

Jesse blocked the doorway like a bouncer. “Authorized personnel only. And by that, I mean people not recently raised from the dead.”

“I had a fever. I didn’t flatline.”

“You might as well have! I had to emotionally process that in real time.”

Echo leaned around him. “I made you soup.”

“…Why are there six different bowls?”

“We all made you soup.”

“I am not eating six soups.”

“Yes, you are,” Kix said from behind you, arms crossed. “Recovery protocol. Article 7B. Look it up.”

You were 80% sure he made that up.

That night, as you returned to your bunk, someone had strung up another banner.

“WELCOME BACK: PLEASE STAY THAT WAY”

There was even a checklist on your locker:

• No dying

• No hiding symptoms

• Tell Kix everything

• At least try to act mortal

You sighed and smiled despite yourself. There was a little sketch of you, wrapped in a blanket, being force-fed soup by Fives. They’d drawn themselves too—grinning like idiots, looming behind you like overprotective brothers.

You curled up that night with a warm stomach, sore cheeks from smiling, and an overwhelming sense of comfort.

You weren’t just better.

You were home.

[ilwonuu]

camping trip?

↬ kim seungmin ( a connection fic to don’t you wanna?)

𓇣 pairing- nonidol!seungmin x fem!reader, established relationship, meandom!seungmin x sub!reader

𓇣 summary- you and your friends are so excited for your camping trip. seungmin can’t seem to keep his mind on camping though,,,

𓇣 warnings- smut with plot, unprotected sex(what can i say? don’t do this!!!!), multiple sex scenes, creampie, kissing, a little impact play(slapping), a little choking, rough sex, seungmin is kinda mean, alcohol consumption( they don’t get drunk), dirty talk(seungminshshhahsgs) , member’s appearances!!!, crack, fluff, kissing, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), lmk if i missed something

𓇣 a/n- hi mls<33 if you guys cannot tell im going thru a seungmin era,,, i wrote this last night because i couldn’t stop thinking about it lmfaoo, also this one is so bit longer than usual

you were more than excited for your friend groups yearly camping trip. after,,, your last encounter with seungmin and a couple of the others guys your relationship has changed somewhat.

you and seungmin always liking to have an audience now. but you swore that you would not ruin the camping trip with your loud fucking, minho made you promise

“you guys fuck like rabbits in any environment.” seungmin just laughs. “okay not any environment, but shut up you pervs like listening.” you roll your eyes at their words as you turn to felix and he is also rolling his eyes. smiling when you noticed.

“you like the audience you freak.” jeongin says with a laugh as he turns around to look at you seungmin and felix in the back. “you guys bored? why the long faces.” he questions you three with a teasing tone. “bored wouldn’t be the word i think i am hangry.” felix sighs as he lays back in his seat.

“oh my god me too i will kill someone if i don’t eat soon.” your boyfriend chimes in. “can you guys shut up maybe? so i can listen to the music.” minho scoffs causing you to laugh. “this is a good song.” you say listening to the song that muffled. minho smiles at you through the mirror.

“she’s the only non annoying one.” he focuses back on the road. “definitely not true she is very annoying.” seungmin chimes in. you hit his chest slightly not hurting him. he whines out in fake pain. “annoying and hits me!” you roll you eyes at him looking away.

“you know i’m only kidding baby.” you laugh at him as he touches your side playfully. “okay just shut up for the rest of the ride. we’re almost there chan said to turn at the first turn after the red sign. they are already there.” minho says with a half sigh turning up the music as the resting of you talk quietly among yourselves.

“woah this is camp sight? it’s so nice.” you say as you get out of the car with others. “everyone pick where they want their tent. also figure out who’s sleeping with who.” chan says with a smile as he sees you guys joining the rest of the members.

“okay dad.” hyunjin says with a slight laugh. “this is gonna be a great camping trip!!!” jisung chimes in. “i agree!! i missed all of us together with you y/n.” seungmin admits with a smile.

“what happened to my rude boyfriend? why are you being cute i don’t like it.” you smile at him and he just rolls his eyes pulling you to hug him. “i’ll be rude later.” he whispers to you with an innocent expression.

“they are already plotting!” changbin points at you two playfully. “as long as i don’t hear anything then its fine.” minho says with a smile. “jisung come here you’re sharing a tent with me.” han nods grabbing the tent walking over to the spot him and lee know chose. “i know who i’m sharing with.” seungmin states the obvious as you two try to put up the tent together.

“i think we might be the worst people to put a tent together.” you laugh at the two of your poor tent building skills. “well you’re definitely worse than me but yea.” he turns his attention back to his side trying to figure where the poles go. “i got it!” you smile as you see your side standing on its own. he stares at you blankly. “fucking how? help me.” he scoffs in disbelief.

“i thought i was worse than you at putting it together?” you tease walking over to his side. he looks so cute with his hoodie over his head. “yea yea you’re not just help me.” he says looking at you for a second. “what?” you question his interesting gaze.

“i just can’t wait until we have this built so i can fuck you.” you gasp at his words and his bold expression. “seungmin stop we can’t. you know i can’t be that quiet.” you blush looking away from him embarrassed by your own words.

“yea i know baby, just gonna have to find something to shut you up huh?” he whispers into your ear as he pulls you closer to him. you can feel his half hard dick poking at you stomach. “seungmin.” you try to look at him with an intimidating expression but it didn’t really work. he just smiled at your face.

“what is my pretty little slut getting wet thinking about it?” you roll your eyes pushing him back gently. “we need to build the tent.” you bend over to grab the poles trying to show him which way they go but he doesn’t look very focused.

“seungmin are you even listening? i just showed you how to do it now do it.” he shakes his head. “i was not looking at that damn tent i was looking at you. but show me again because i want it built.” he smiles innocently.

“okay actually watch this time idiot!” he nods. you show him and he quickly figures it out. being the first ones to finish building your tent. “let’s put our stuff inside.” you smile walking to the car hand and hand. “how did you guys figure it out?” hyunjin and chan question as they stand next the the tent that is far from being built.

“babe go help them let me get the stuff out of the car.” he suggests and you nod running over to the two boys. you show the boys how to do it and they thank you. you joining seungmin in the tent you two shared after he was done grabbing the stuff. “it’s very spacious in here.” he smiles at you before pulling you to lay against his chest. “we all know why you think that’s important.”

you hear someone shout for the two of you outside the tent. “hey we’re going to the store to grab dinner! the nearest store is like 30 mins away so we might be a couple hours!” chan says as him. seungmin yells a quick okay and the other boys leave.

“i’m so happy we weren’t put on grocery shopping duty.” you sigh against him. “yea me too i would be so mad if i have to grocery shop on vacation.” seungmin says with a smirk that you can’t see. his hand moving to your thigh slowly.

“minnie what are you doing.” you smile turning to face him. “gotta see how i can keep you quiet. we’re gonna see how well you can do yea? if you’re quieter ill reward you. but if you’re bad i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you will have no way to hide your noises. deal baby?” you nod.

“im gonna try really hard to be quiet.” you say biting your lip a little. “good girl. such a good slut for me aren’t you?”

what seungmin didn’t mention is how long you guys would be doing this for. the boys have been gone for an hour now but you and seungmin are still touching on each other. he has you on your stomach as he fucks you from behind the new position catching you off guard.

“m-minnie! o-oh please don’t stop.” he just smirks. “yeah? gonna be bad huh? you sure thats a good idea baby?” you shake your head no shutting yourself up.

“good fucking girl.” he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. his hips slowing to fuck you deeper. he pulls out of you without warning, flipping you over. he pulls his fingers out of your mouth bringing them down to your cunt.

“if i kiss you will you be quiet?” he asks as he pushes the fingers inside you roughly fucking them in and out. the squelch noise is so loud from your arousal and how close you are to coming.

“p-please kiss me.” he smiles rubbing your cheek gently. “such a good little toy.” he leans down to kiss you as he continues to finger you. your legs start to shake at the overstimulation as his finger curl deeper.

“s—mminnie.” you moan through the kiss quietly. “you gonna cum slut? want me to lick it all up after huh? you taste so fucking good.” he send a small smack against your face to see how you react. the two of you talking about having impact in your sex someday. but he never acted on it but you wanted him to. you moan on the spot when the pressure stung against your cheek.

“you like it that much baby? you just got so fucking tight. such a slut, dirty girl likes when i hit her?” you nod as your legs shake. you try to close them but seungmin does not let you.

“m-minnie- too much.” your eyes roll back into your head. “is it? you cunt doesn’t want my fingers to leave though. you’re so close to coming i know you are baby. don’t fight it. it will feel so good. my little slut coming on my fingers. my dick is so hard.” you moan one last time before coming all over his fingers. he doesn’t stop his movements though.

“fuck i just want to ruin you. but it will be better if the guys hear how much of a slut you are when i fuck you. not like they don’t already know.” he finally pulls his fingers out of you.

“open your fucking mouth.” he watches you open your mouth slowly. he smiles pushing his fingers into your mouth. “fucking suck them clean slut.” he watches as you obey his wishes. making eye contact as you suck on them like you’re going down on him.

“fuck i need to taste you.” you don’t know how he moves so quickly. getting in between your legs. licking up your cum and some of his own from earlier.

“so fucking good.” he pulls away grabbing a hold of your neck applying slight pressure as he pulls you to make out with him. you moan into the kiss as you two stay like that for a couple minutes before you hear the cars return.

“we’re back you guys better not be fucking in there!” minho says playfully as you seungmin separate. “not fucking you idiot.” seungmin says to the boy through the tent.

“you never know what you two are doing.” han says through the tent as well. you and seungmin just roll your eyes as you quietly get dressed. “come out here to help with dinner. we all agreed.” chan says to you two. causing you to have to physically drag seungmin out of the tent.

“i’m not even a good cook you guys don’t need me.”seungmin sighs with a fake pout. chan tsks. “okay whatever you say! then go find some extra wood for the fire. we need to have plenty.” he sighs dramatically walking away to get the wood as you and the rest of start to help on dinner.

after the dinner the nine of you gathered around the fire for a light drink. “this drink is good minho! what did you mix it with?” you question taking another sip as you are hugging seungmin in his chair.

“i honestly don’t remember but it’s tequila and a soda and something else idek me and han made it while we were drunk.” he shrugs taking a seat next to the boy he mentioned.

“i think it’s s’mores time what do you guys think?” changbin says with a smile. “you read my mind.” hyunjin says as him & changbin practically jump for the s’mores ingredients. felix following behind the boys.

“why am i friends with idiots?” seungmin thinks out loud receiving a “hey!” from them both. each of you quickly getting your own s’mores of course. you look over at you boy with a soft smile.

“you have marshmallow on your lips.” you say pointing to where it was. “get it off?” he asks you. to others they may think he just wants you to wipe it off with a napkin or something. but seungmin kinda,, loves when you kiss him to get something off his face. he always does the same to you. he loves a good reason to kiss you. you nod hesitantly as you pull him into a kiss. neither of your pulling away after the marshmallow was gone.

“you guys are like horny teens.” jeongin says rolling his eyes. “do i need to remind you that you were on the call the other day?” he says at the boy with a smirk.

“t-that’s different i wasn’t watching-“ hyunjin and chan now thinking about the events that occurred the other day. “oh but i bet you wish you were.” he says with a sarcastic tone. “seungmin- stop teasing him! we don’t need to talk about that.” he rolls his eyes.

“i know you like it.” he says rubbing your cheek a little, remembering where he hit earlier.

“on that thought it’s my bed time! good fucking night.” chan laughs at them before going into his tent. after he left you guys stayed chatting for another half an hour , before you all said your goodnights heading into your own tents.

i don’t think you and seungmin have gotten naked so quick. him kissing you quietly as you two grind against each other. the two of you trying to be quiet but you let a moan slip when he pulls you on top of him.

“fucking slut you know you need to be quiet. you don’t know how to listen? i know how to shut you up. put that slutty mouth to use other than to babble nonsense yea?” he smirks as you crawl off his hips down to his dick. you stroke it a couple times watching his reaction.

“f-fuck spit on it-“ you cut him off by doing exactly what he wants. you spit on it as you make eye contact. you take his tip into your mouth. he hisses at the contact trying to stop his moans.

“fu-fuck you’re so good at this. i forget every- fuck every time. how can i? feels so fucking good.” he says as quietly as he can. you continue to bob your head on him until he stops you. pulling you off him. “i want to cum inside my good slut. you want that too hm?” he pulls you up more so that your faces are close. he kisses your lips gently.

“y-yes minnie want you-“ he smirks kissing you again. “lay on your back.” he says demandingly. you quickly comply getting on your back. “you think you’re gonna be quiet? like earlier remember.” he kisses your lips again as he lines up with your entrance. you nod quickly as you look in between your legs.

“such a good little fuck toy for me aren’t you? say it slut.” he grabs your face as he pushes into you. you immediately try to stop your moan by covering your mouth with you hand. “no no- fucking say it first or i will stop.” he pulls your hand off your mouth as he stops his hips.

“m-minnie- please move- i need-“ he lands a slap against your cheek before rubbing his hand over it. “what did i fucking say?” he knows you like it rougher but he can’t help but feel a little bad after he sees your red cheek. “i am your fuck t-toy min please!” you trying to grind into him but he stopped your hips quickly.

“oh you want to act like that? so needy aren’t you? i’ll give it to you until you’re begging me to stop. gonna fuck this cunt until you cry baby?” he starts to move his hips. you moan but it’s cut off with another slap but against your thigh this time.

“shut the fuck up.” he looks at you sternly as he covers your mouth. “you are such a good girl you know that? even when you’re being all bad. not listening to me? i’ll give you what you fucking want.” his hips speed against yours. your moans being muffled by his hand.

“you like this slut?” he questions already knowing you will not be able to answer. causing you to send another moan into his hand. “f-fuck i don’t even care anymore. need to fuck you perfectly.” he pulls his hand off your mouth. your moans filling the tent and area around it.

“m-minnie- so big. please deeper!” you cry out for him as a tear falls from your eye. “deeper? don’t you think i’m fucking you deep already?” he slows down to fuck you harder and deeper.

“f-fuck i’m gonna cum.” you now sobbing for him. he just thinks you look so fucking pretty like this. your cheeks red from the slaps, your mascara that you were wearing now ruined. you have dried spit on your chin. he loves when it looks like he ruined you.

“yea? cum like a good girl. i’m close too baby.” you moan at his words. “p-please cum in me.” you say with a whimper and that just boosts your boyfriends ego even more. “you want it baby? fuck my cum into you. you love when i fuck you like a whore.” your legs start to shake as you approach your high. seungmin holding your hips to fuck into you at the perfect angle.

“fuck! im coming minnie-“ you sigh out of relief as you feel your release wash over you. your clench around your boyfriend with a moan. that’s all it took to have him coming aswell. him fucking you nice and slow so that his cum gets deeper.

“fu-fuck you did so well for me.” he pulls out of you slowly not wanting it to drip out of you instantly. “fuck let me get a towel.” he says leaning behind him to reach into his bag. grabbing the towel and cleaning you up. you hear some movement outside the tent causing you two to look at each other in fear.

“kim seungmin. i’m gonna fucking kill you.” is all you hear from minho. you sighing in relief that its just minho. his remarks causing seungmin to laugh. “if you had a girlfriend as hot as mine. i swear you wouldn’t be able to stop either.” he admits with a shout to the boy outside.

“shut up! i’m going to sleep. be quiet or i will come in there and drag you out and throw you in the river.” he hits the tent as if its threat causing you to laugh now.

“sorry minho.” you mumble through the tent. “no sorries! let me sleep.” he sighs running back to his tent. minho knows that the next few days are gonna be long.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Van's Valentines - Anniversary

Worst! Wolverine X F! Reader

A/N: This came out incredibly angsty, I'M SORRY. It actually stems from an idea for a series I wanna write!

Plot: Logan brings you flowers for your anniversary

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, death, alcoholism, depression, fluff, established relationship/sort of broken up vibes but not really

Word Count: 2222 (ironically this is an angel number representing partnership lol)

Logan stumbled out of the bar, barely able to keep his balance as the two men shoved him down the barstep. 

“Get out of here mutie! Sick of seeing you here!” One of them yell. He stumbled again when he took a step, and he heard laughter.

“Sick freak!”

He clenched his fists, as he could feel the sharp steel pricking at this skin. There was no point though. Whatever he did, wouldn’t matter anyway. He could let out that animal inside him, that fury, rage. Show the assholes what it means to deal with the Wolverine. Whip out the claws that make people cower in fear, drench himself in blood as he did years ago when seeking wrath against those who wronged him. 

He loosened his fists, and moved forward. 

He regained his balance, and began walking down the sidewalk, a small lag in his step as he tried to keep himself steady, the effect of booze still lingering- it should, he practically drunk the whole bar. Had to, with powers like his. Booze don’t effect him like normal people, forcing him to take in large quantities to get the desired effect of being drunk as a skunk, allowing to be granted temporarily relief of...Well, you know what.

He shoved in his hands in his pockets as he walked down the street, people staring at him, shooting him glares. Some go out of their way to bump into him- knocking his shoulder back as hard as they could; others cross the street just so they don’t have to be near him. 

He kept his eyes to the ground as he walked, as he felt the feeling of drunkenness slowly fading away, his factor of self- healing kicking in. He walked past restaurants, filled with endless chatter- not sparing a glance to the people that surround him. 

He stopped when a small heart floated in front of him, landing right by his feet. His brows creased as he stared at it, before looking up and noticing the cafe he was next to was filled with heart decorations. A string banner along the window, pink and red, with the words

Happy Valentine's Day! 

Strewn across it. He let out a deep sigh. Valentines already?

He was so lost in his day to day life, barely dragging out his survival that he really saw no point in. The dates pass by and he doesn’t even notice. 

Valentines Day though, Valentines Day was important. 

His mind thought of you. A memory of a past Valentines flashed in his head, where he took you out to the coast, filled the bed of his truck with blankets and pillows, as you shared wine and ate your favorite snacks that he packed for you, watching the stars twinkle over the ocean, listening to the waves lapping against the shore. The way your lips parted and your moans echoed through the air as he laid down his passion for you right there. He remembers how you looked at him then, 

How you still look at him. 

He took a deep breath, turning back to the street as he looked for a nearby store that sold bouquets. Down the street, he spotted a Florist sign, and he quickly made his way down the sidewalk towards the small shop.

The vendor was just starting to close up, Logan reached out- stopping the man from shutting the cooler that sat in front of the shop, typically what held the bouquets inside. 

“Woah, hey, got anything left?” Logan asked as he pulled his wallet out, opening it up to reveal cash.

“Sorry pal, we’re closed. Should’ve come earlier if you wanted to get your girl some flowers.” The vendor shook his head.

“Come on, I had to work all day.” Logan sighs, the white lie passing through this teeth naturally. “Cut a guy a break.”

The vendor looked at Logan, a small sniff of his nose and roll of his eyes. He surely smelled the booze lingering on him. “Alright, I got these left, which you think your girl would like.”

Logan stepped forward to peer into the cooler, a few bouquets sat inside, a few looking a bit ratty and old. One though- perfect. Had all your favorite flowers. He pulled it out, examining it. 

“This’ll do.” He says, pulling the cash out and paying the vendor. “Thank you.”

“Better fix yourself up before you see your lady man. I’d hate to be her.” The vendor comments with a shake of his head, before going inside the shop and locking it behind him. 

Logan stood there, bouquet in hand, as he stared at it blankly. He looked up, seeing his reflection in the stores window. Jesus, guy was right. He did look rough. He couldn’t go to your house looking like this. He messed with his hair a bit, fixing up his clothes so he looked a little less like a bum. Then sighed. 

Not like you haven’t seen him in worse shape…

He walked back to his truck that he had parked down the street. He jumped in, carefully setting the flowers down on the bench seat before putting his keys in the ignition and turning it and listened to it rumble and cough before the engine finally roared to life. The old thing was finally starting to give out, he hadn’t given it the TLC he used to. 

He drove down the roads, mapping out how to get to your house mentally in his head. Well, he calls it your house. Technically it was his too. He hadn’t lived in it for years though. 

He drove up the familiar country road, surrounded by dense and quiet forest. His nerves always felt at ease here- although the idea of seeing you made him sick to his stomach. Not because of you, no. 

He pulled up the driveway, sitting in the truck for a moment as the engine idled lowly- threatening to stall. The lights were on in the cabin, and he stared at it as the warmth seeped out of it. Part of him wanted to run inside, curl up in the safety that the cabin represented, never step foot outside again. Another part of knew that he didn’t deserve the luxury. 

The front door opened, and you stepped out, standing there on the porch, watching his truck as you waited. You had an expression of annoyance stretched across your face. Your eyes met across the yard, and he finally gathered the courage to shut the truck off and stepped out. He walked across the yard and stopped at the bottom of the porch.

“Hi you.” You greet softly, your arms crossed. He wouldn’t meet your gaze. “Remembered todays date did you?” You asked, glancing at the flowers held at his side. His glanced at it, before stepping onto the porch, handing them to you and finally meeting your eyes. 

You looked tired, but still beautiful as ever. You wore a sweatshirt- one of his actually, and a pair of sweats. Nothing fancy, but made him want to grab you and pull you in for a deep, heated kiss. He didn’t though, just lifting the flowers to hand over to you.

You smile and take them, taking a deep sniff, closing your eyes. A flash of sadness on your face, before disappearing as you looked back up at him, smiling softly. 

“Thanks Lo.” You say softly. “They’re beautiful.” 

He nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets as his looked back down.

“Are you going to say anything?” You asked. He looked away, staring into the darkness of the trees that surrounded the cabin. He huffed.

“What’s there to say?” He finally says. He saw a flash of hurt in your eyes. Can never stop fucking up, can you Logan?

You pursed your lips together, turning your attention back to the flowers. He wondered how did he let it get like this. 

It started when the X-men were killed. 

By some grace of whatever God is out there, you weren’t there that night. You left after him, searching for him when the humans came and committed their slaughter. When Logan came back from the bar, and discovered the grisly scene- he thought you were in there. Everything was so…. Mutilated, the bodies of the X-men, of his family like wood. He went into a rage, set onto a path of bloody vengeance- killing everyone who caused this, and then some.

You found him. Found him in the warpath he set on. It was you that stopped him from continuing to kill- to rip apart every human being that made the unfortunate mistake of getting in his way. When he saw you- saw you alive, he broke. He sobbed and sobbed and clung to you for dear life as you cried too, over the lost your family, of your old life, of the man he’d become.

He pushed you away. You shouldn’t be with him. One way or another, he’ll get you killed. It was his fault the X-men were dead. Had he never turned away, everyone would still be here. 

You wouldn’t let him, you still don’t. You’ve long given up trying to get him to stay with you, but you still watch over him. You visit the bars he frequents to check on him, occasionally pay his tabs and curse out anyone who tried to hurt him. Your number was in his wallet in case something happened, so that someone could get ahold of you so you could go get him and take care of. You’d visit the motels he’d sleep in, pay for the nights, clean his room up while he laid in the bed, in one of his depressive episodes where he can’t be bother to get out of bed. 

It ate at him the way you continued to care for him, how you continued on. He knew you were grieving too. He knew guilt ate at you too. He wanted you to scream at him, to attack him, beat the shit out of him, tell him that you don’t love him anymore. 

But you do. You still love him. He still loves you. 

When he’s functioning, he does little things. Like this. Bringing you gifts on the important dates. Valentines, your anniversary. 

He’ll check on the house when he knows you’re not home, fix any issues, like the drafty window or the leaky plumbing. He’d stock the firewood back up in the fireplace. Put up those shelves you set out - knowing he’ll stop by and put them up for you. 

Once in awhile, you’ll seek the other out, and embrace each other, savoring each other's bodies once more as you used to, in the comfort of your home, a motel, even in the truck. I love you’s whispered in the passion. It was true, it’ll always been true. There’s a reason he doesn’t completely leave. He could disappear, make sure you never find him - but he can’t let you go. 

“I should go,” He says as he turns to step off the porch.

“Logan.” You stopped him, hand on his arm, you tugged him back onto the porch. Setting the flowers to the side, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him in a hug that he returned with no hesitation, moving to kiss the top of your head softly. You pressed your face into his chest, turning so your ear was pressed to where his heart was beating. A faint smile appeared on your face, a reminder that he was alive and so were you. You took a deep breath, looking up at him. “Come inside.”

His jaw tightened. “I don’t think-”

“Lo.” You stopped him. “At least for tonight. Stay with me baby.” You beg softly, leaning up to press a kiss against his chin. “Please?” 

A small quiver of his lips as he let out a shaky breath. You stood on your tip toes and moved to press your lips against his, in which he returned. You could taste and smell the alcohol on him but you didn’t care. “So?” You ask as you parted from him. He nodded finally and you smiled in relief. Stepping back from him, you grabbed his hand and the bouquet, leading him into the house. He thought to himself, 

I have to do better for you.

When he stepped inside, the fresh aroma of something delicious cooking in the kitchen hit him, as you moved to take out the flowers in the vase that sat in the living room. The old flowers, dried and falling apart - Logan recognized them as the ones he got you for Christmas. 

You set the new bouquet in, moving to throw the old ones away and he followed you, dropping his keys in the decorative ceramic bowl - something Marie had made for you for you birthday. 

“I made your favorite.” You say as you go to the oven, stirring the veggies and chopped meats in the pan. He felt his stomach grumble, and he came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, as he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles, resting his chin on the top of your head. You swallowed, fighting back tears as you leaned back into him.

“Happy Valentines Lo.”

“Happy Valentines sweetheart.” 

[urfavleo777]

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, alcohol, oral (f receiving), enemies to lovers.

"Having fun?"

You look up from your phone and see Colby staring at you. You wonder why, out of so many people, he chose to approach you. Well, maybe because half of the guests have lost touch with reality. Your best friend Sam's birthday party didn't end the way you thought it would. Instead of innocent dancing and honest conversations over a bottle of wine, one of the guests decided to bring weed and spoil the whole party.

That guest was, of course, Colby Brock himself.

You'd be lying if you said he wasn't handsome. He definitely was and he knew it perfectly well, but due to his intolerable character, especially when drunk, his appearance didn't matter.

"No," you answer flatly. You direct your gaze back to the Instagram post of some unknown model to block your view of him, but he quickly snatches it away and puts it in his pocket at the back of his pants. "Give it back to me, you freak!"

"Such a shame. You should be dancing on the table, not sitting alone like a puppy," he says with a taunting smirk. "Let me entertain you, Y/n."

You roll your eyes as he sits down on the almost empty couch next to you. Sitting in the main room, where most people have lost contact with reality and are rolling on the floors, reminds you a bit like a scene from an asylum. Colby snorts when he notices you looking at them with a look of horror on your face. You wonder where Sam is. It takes you a moment to realize that he's probably already jumped into his fancy swimming pool. Or is just busy with doing something… else.

You decide to check on him, but as you're about to get up, your dress gets caught on the table, causing it to rip. You curse under your breath, pissed that one of your favorite dresses was ruined. You sit back on the comfortable sofa so that no one notices you exposing your leg up to the hip.

Well, you are wrong if you think this may help.

"Woah, slow down, Y/n," you shoot him an angry look and he responds with a short laugh. His mocking voice is probably caused by too much alcohol in his blood, and it starts to piss you off.

"Give me my phone back, Colby." You say seriously, senselessly trying to cover your legs.

"Take it if you want it so bad."

This is the second time you roll your eyes in his presence. There's no way you're going to touch him. Indeed - now, staring at you with those hypnotic blue eyes of his, messy dark hair, red cheeks from the amount of alcohol he drank, and lips that just ask for a kiss, he is even more attractive than usual, but… no. You can't give up that easily.

"Colby, I swear to god," it was becoming more than taunts. "Give me back something you took from me. If not, that would be the perfect reason to accuse you of st-"

"I want to shut that pretty mouth of yours." You barely suppress a flinch when he whispers the words into your ear.

You don't even look at him, but in your mind's eye you see that damn smirk on his face again.

"Wanna hear something that you'll hate?" He is a whisper in your ear, gooseflesh rising on your arms and the fire igniting in your abdomen. You decide not to play unavailable any longer and nodd without saying anything. He smacks his lips after noticing your obedience. Then he moves even closer, breaking any distance between you two. "I've wanted to rip that dress off of you since the beginning of this party. I see that fate has done me a favor."

Speaking in a low voice directly into your ear, he hit your sweet spot. But it doesn't matter when you finally realize that he's only saying it because he's drunk. In a few hours you will be just friends again with Sam, who is actually your connection to keep in touch.

"Come with me. I'll show you what having fun exactly means."

And truly, you're so close to agreeing if it weren't for the fact that you're overthinking too much.

You lower your head and look away in embarrassment. Maybe it's also the alcohol, which always makes you more sensitive, but you feel like you're about to cry. You try hard not to burst into tears, because knowing Colby he would use it to tease you and make fun of you in the future.

"Is something wrong?" His wild nature disappears in the blink of an eye. Colby cups your cheek, forcing you to look into his eyes. There's no turning back as he grabs your waist with his other hand and pulls you closer to him. "Do you want me to stop?"

You just shrug. You are a conflict full of contradictions. Part of you wants to push him away and send him to hell, and the other part wants to do the things that you only secretly dream about.

Colby, seeing your indecision, respectfully moves away from you.

That’s kinda sweet, actually.

Then he closes his eyes, and when he opens them, it feels like he's even drunker than usual.

"We can't.. do this." You say, looking up at him.

Colby nods sightly, but you know the darkness in these eyes too well. He's not looking at you the way friends looks at each other. Colby notices the way your body shifts next to him, looking at him from under your lashes and biting your lip unconsciously. Nevertheless, he says the following words:

"I have always been far from your ideal man," your face contorts in confusion. You want to tell him he's stupid, but he stubbornly continues. "You've always preferred chasing the nice guys next door, like that fucking church fanatic Dylan. You never paid attention to me, even though I tried. Remember that Halloween night at Sam's? I remember you complaining about your lack of outfit ideas. You thought that by not dressing up at all, you would spoil everyone's fun. The night before, I drove around for several hours looking for the perfect costume shop. Of course, Sam told you that he dug that outfit out of the closet, but you knew that was impossible. A witch outfit in Sam's closet? Sounds bizarre, doesn't it?"

You open your mouth in confusion. True, something like that had happened and you felt strange that Sam had such things in his closet, but you ignored the feeling and just thanked him. Now you finally know who was behind it all.

"Colby…"

"Yeah, I know I'm making a damn fool of myself right now, but I want you to know that I don't want to just use you for a one-night stand. You're beautiful. When Sam introduced you to me, that was my first thought of you. Fuck, you're so beautiful, Y/n."

"Shut up and kiss me."

This answer surprises him a bit, but soon afterwards he smiles slyly.

"Close your eyes." The heat of his breath kisses your neck.

You shiver at the suggestion of his lips, and again when they press to your skin. Close-lipped, Colby kisses the skin just under your ear where on the opposite side of your head his thumb strokes quarter circles. You're quickly overwhelmed by the duelling sensations. You don't notice his lips have parted until he's kissing a sloven path downward, his spit cooling in wake.

This isn't a hickey, this is straight up kissing, and you don't know what to do with how you feel. You hide your hands in his hair.

"Please, let's get out of here," you literally beg.

He nods and takes you up the stairs. It doesn't take long before you're in Sam's room. You giggle at the spot he chose. You close the door and let yourself be carried away by the touch of Colby's delicate big hands.

Your hand works further into his hair, getting caught in a tangle as he sucks your skin between his lips. His lazy mouthing turns insistent but still gentle, his teeth scratching ever so slightly at your pulse as it capers beneath his ministrations. You gasp at the warmth blossoming under your ribs. You cup the back of his neck a touch too tight.

He breaks a particularly rough kiss to suck in breath, his nose sliding up the curve of your neck as he leans back. "You okay?" he murmurs, half-lidded eyes locking onto your flushed face.

"Mh-" You cut off your sentence by pushing him onto the bed. With one movement of his hand, he tears off the remnants of the fabric of your torn dress and admires your half-naked body.

You sit on his lap, continuing to devouring him with kisses. In the meantime, you grab his belt and clumsily try to undo it.

"Let me help you, puppy," he chuckles as he continues kissing. You sigh at the word he called you. As he throws his pants down, you hear a loud thump on the floor.

"My phone!"

"Fuck your goddamn phone," he slaps your ass, making you moan loudly. "I'll buy you a new one."

Soon you're sitting on top of Colby, whose only clothes are his underwear.

You continue grinding on his bare thigh, his boxers pushed up high. The outline of his cock shows through the cotton, and you can’t help but grab it. He inhales sharply at the sudden contact, making you giggle.

"Love seeing you all turned on, Colby," you murmur, sucking his neck that has his eyes rolling back in his head. He moves his hand from your waist to your clit, pressing slow circles to the sensitive bud over the lace. A moan slips past your lips, quickly turning into a whimper of his name. "F-Fuck, Colby. Right there."

He throws your legs over his shoulders so quickly that it has you laughing in surprise, but that laughter stops as soon as his mouth is on you. His tongue immediately finds your clit, flicking over it until your toes curl. He wraps his lips around it and sucks gently until he has you on the brink of orgasm. His fingers return to your needy hole, filling you expertly until you cum with a wanton moan.

"So fucking good," Colby says, still between your legs. His mouth and chin are covered in a slick sheen. "You wanna taste now, baby? Wanna know just how delicious you are?"

You open your mouth and eagerly accept his fingers. They taste of your arousal and a hint of strawberry; it does bear a striking similarity to your chapstick. Once Colby lets his fingers drop from your mouth, you’re whining and writhing below him.

"Now, get on your knees for me."

[vodika-vibes]

Who Is Dad? You. You is Dad.

Summary: You tell Mereel you’re pregnant.

Pairing: Mereel Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 859

Warnings: Reader is pregnant, Reader mentions having gotten drunk before finding out that she was pregnant and freaks out about it

A/N: So, this was supposed to be a headcanon list written for @sweater-sloot but the plot bunnies had a different idea, and this was born instead. Uh...sorry. I promise I'll write that next week, probably.

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While your relationship with Mereel isn’t new, you and he have been dating for well over a year now, there are still some things that you and he haven’t talked about.

Marriage and children top that list.

And, as you stare at the four plastic sticks sitting on the counter in your bathroom, that’s starting to seem like something of an oversight.

Because all four of those sticks are blinking the same thing.

Pregnant.

Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.

This is…fine.

You have a good job and work from home, so having a baby wouldn’t change too much. In theory.

Not to mention, your parents are going to be thrilled. They’ve been hinting about grandbabies for years now.

You reach out with one shaking hand and pick up the closest stick to stare at the word blinking innocently up at you. Your heart drops and you swallow hard to try and keep the bile down.

Maybe…just one more test. Maybe this batch has a lot of false positives.

Blindly, you reach for the box of pregnancy tests, intent on taking just one more. Only to pause when there’s the familiar sound of your front door opening. 

Your gaze darts to your comm, and you muffle a curse.

4 pm.

Mereel’s home.

“Cyare~” He calls from the front of the house, “We’ve been invited to a party—”

And, suddenly, you’re struck with the reminder that just the other day, you went out drinking with your friends. Your hand falls to your still flat stomach and your other hand presses against your mouth.

Your baby isn’t even here yet, and you’re already failing them.

“Cyare?” Mereel’s voice sounds closer now, and you hear a light knock on the bathroom door, “You alright?”

You’re silent for a moment, and then slowly, you admit, “Not really.”

“Can I come in?” Mereel asks though he doesn’t wait for you to answer before he pops the lock and slides the door open. He ignores everything in the room, save for you, his dark eyes flickering across your face and down your body, likely looking for injuries. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

The words stick in your throat. 

So, wordlessly, you gesture to the four sticks on the counter. 

He steps closer to you and settles a hand on your shoulder before he leans over and peeks at the sticks. And you watch as his brows shoot up in surprise.

“You’re pregnant?”

“I’m sorry! I should have been more careful—”

“Woah, hey,” He turns and sets his free hand against your cheek, “What’s this ‘I’ business? Last time I checked, it takes two people to make a baby.” He pauses, “Well, when you go about it the normal way, at least.”

“We never talked about it!” You blurt, your voice wavering.

“Yeah, that was dumb of us, wasn’t it?” His other hand comes up to press against your cheek, “But it’s not the end of the world.”

“You’re not mad?”

He scoffs, “I’m the one who asked if I could stop wearing condoms, cyare. What kind of asshole would I be if I blamed you for that?” Mereel absently sweeps the four sticks into the trash and guides you into the bedroom to settle you on the edge of the bed, “Besides, I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t been considering it.”

“Considering babies?”

“Considering you having my babies.” He kneels in front of you, and one of his large hands settles on your stomach, “A baby. Your baby. You’re going to be a great mom.”

At that, a sob falls from you. “I literally went out drinking the other day—”

“Oh, cyare—”

“They’re not even here yet, and I’m already fucking them up.”

“Hey, no. None of that.” He gets up and sits on the bed next to you, “You didn’t know you were pregnant, cyare. You can’t blame yourself for not treating yourself like you were pregnant before you knew it. That’s just silly.”

“Why aren’t you mad? You should be mad!”

“I’m not going to get mad at the mother of my child. Especially when she also happens to be the love of my life. And even more especially for something she did before she knew she was pregnant.”

“But—”

“We’ll do better.” Mereel reassures you with a kind smile and a press of his forehead against yours, “This is a learning experience for the both of us, and that’s okay.”

You sniffle and nod. “You’re really not mad?” You ask, your voice small.

“You’re giving me a baby. A baby that’s half you. How could I possibly be mad?” Mereel gently presses his lips against yours, “Now, how about tonight we celebrate, and tomorrow we tell everyone about the baby?”

“I need to make an appointment—”

“Tomorrow, cyare. Tonight we’re ordering out and celebrating our family.”

And, finally, a smile lifts your lips. You reach up and cradle his face between your hands, “I love you, Mereel.”

He grins, wide and boyishly, “I love you too, cyare.” Then he, carefully, tackles you back on the bed, raining kisses all across your face as you giggle under him.

Everything will be alright. You know it.

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hi dolly! 💕i just discovered ur blog n i love ur writing sooo much! 🙈💞 can u pls do 2 or 16 for nate!! 💗💗

you’re so freaking nice woah I love u sm 😠🫶🏼

Prompt: 2. Sunshine x grumpy + 16. Help get out of a toxic relationship

Nate Jacobs x fem!reader

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Just the ninth if not the tenth party of the month. Another house party, on a school night, way past her usual bedtime and really overwhelming that it just won’t near its end. Y/n couldn’t bare it sometimes but she had to attended because her boyfriend Ryan did. It was fun though, driving him home as he’d be piss drunk and the party itself had the most obnoxious teenage charm. In order to block out on the godawful bass and flickering lights y/n guided herself into the kitchen when Ryan most probably didn’t even notice.

“Oh what have we here!” Nate exclaimed as he followed in some time after, she jumped down from the kitchen counter where she previously sat with an awkward smile. She’d known of Nate and him partially. They were supposed friends ever since that one term last year where she had to tutor him. Though they didn’t really reconnect after that once she started seeing Ryan. It was somewhat majorly due to him that y/n didn’t see a lot of her friends who seemed potential threats to him.

“Hi” she greeted him awkwardly looking out the door to see if Ryan was coming, she was scared he’d cause a scene if he saw her with Nate. Even if it was just a conversation, two of them at a reasonable distance with a probable small talk following. Ryan wouldn’t have it, he’d loose his shit over her even breathing in the direction of some other guy.

Nate could tell that she was a bit frantic over something and he was fast to connect it was a ‘someone’ rather. “What are you doing here all alone?” He asked pouring himself a glass of water.

“Nothing really just uh-“ she tried thinking of proper words to say. But the soft dread of Ryan walking in any minute made her mind preoccupied.

Nate interrupted her pause, “Beer pong’s too boring for you? Already calculated the probability of winning?” He joked, when she had helped him with math and there were similar questions as such counting probably of winning a coin toss. So it was a small jab from something between them.

A small laugh seemed to escape her genuinely as he correlated their previous connection through maths, “I didn’t think about that wow…” she trailed off, “one throw amongst ten glasses”

“One in ten probability of winning.” He answered his instant calculation.

“I don’t know the glasses are set up like a triangle and they’re not all equally probable to get in, maybe we take like one row at a time and then apply bayes theorem for each-“ she was going off about the self curated math problem between the two of them as he listened intently but looked absolutely clueless so she stopped herself “oh wait I’m rambling aren’t I? Sorry” she cringed to herself letting out a soft chuckle.

“It’s alright sweetheart” he added with a shrug, “I like hearing you talk.”

“Surely because math is so fun isn’t it?” She said sarcastically rolling her eyes at him.

“It’s not. But when you talk like that, it’s fun to watch.” Nate replied just mildly, contrary to his chance making intentions out of this conversation. Even apart from that he did mean that, he’d missed it, her.

“Like what?”

“That…” he pointed to her face vaguely, unable to describe how her eyes lit up and a cheery tone followed her voice whenever she talked about something she liked without being made felt like it was a chore to the listener “You get all smiley...happy. When you talk about something you love”

“Well I don’t necessarily love math.” She told him, it was true. Despite of being good at something, having a passion for it was unilateral to it.

“I guess you love being heard then.” It might just have been a note as Nate mentioned it so casually but as she thought about it, she couldn’t help but wander back to Ryan and how he never listened.

No. That couldn’t be, everyone’s a different lover perhaps “Yeah…” she trailed off with a small smile as her expression fell. Comprehending those moments where talking to Ryan about something in her life would just feel like talking to a wall.

“What’s wrong?” Nate asked catching on her fallen expression.

“What?” She asked confused, nonchalant because surely he wouldn’t fix anything “Nothing…”

“It doesn’t seem like nothing, what’s wrong?”

“What?” She frowned but couldn’t help laugh when she saw his ever so concerned face like her smile falling was that big of a deal. “Nothing’s wrong!” As a joke, she splashed some of the tap water on his flickering it on him through her fingers. She laughed as he took the attack of tiny droplets.

“You did not just-“ if it were some one else he would’ve most probably said the worst cusses in the book but with her he just let out a small huff.

“Did what?” She attempted to sprinkle his face once again but this time he got a hold of her wrists with one of his hands, she couldn’t contain her laughter. It was infectious to him as well, this light hearted moment was flooded all over like a forest fire with an irking voice.

“What the fuck’s going on here?” Ryan seethed, y/n immediately pulled her hands away from Nate’s as that boy strided in.

“W-we uh were just talking” y/n spoke frantically, it was disheartening to Nate to see her all panicky and frantic again, when she was just laughing and at peace a few moments ago.

“That’s what you’ve come up with?” Ryan questioned as he aggressively walked towards her “Why do you always have to slut your way about, everywhere I take you huh?”

“I wasn’t doing anything I swear-we were just talking, I used to tutor him math and we were just reconnecting over it I-“ y/n jumped rapidly to explain herself before Nate could intervene for her.

“Over math huh?” Ryan scoffed “Someone dumb like you? You were talking about math?”

“Hey calm the fuck down alright” Nate interjected before y/n could. “She said we were just talking so we were just talking.” He added authority to her words but it just made things worse.

“This is our matter so can you fuck off?” Ryan barked at Nate, the two weren’t friends but just distant acquaintances. Ryan naturally couldn’t stand anyone trying to talk to her because it was all ‘flirting’ and Nate couldn’t naturally stand y/n because that boy made his sun rays embodied girl feel awful.

“No.” Nate said adamantly “How about you grow a pair and stop being a little bitch about everyone who looks in her direction? Do you not think yourself man enough to keep her or do you have to berate her to have her around?” Nate was poking at him purposely because he himself wanted a go at this guy but he didn’t want y/n to think Nate was the guy who’d throw first punch, even though he wanted to.

But that was it, Nate received the punch he was asking for but he barely flinched very overpowered with his own urge of showing Ryan his place they two were at each other’s throats. This was the exact scene y/n was worried about Ryan creating, she tried to soothe the fight pleading them both but it didn’t work.

“Get off of him!” She kept on trying as she held Ryan from his arm, trying to tug him away but it was distracting him so much from throwing his hands at Nate. Her constant nagging and tugging.

“Get the fuck off me!” Ryan roared at y/n pushing her off of him very aggressively, intently pushing her so hard she fell to the ground and that was when Nate no longer held his punches. He beat the boy bloody red. By now the others had gathered too to help escalate the situation but it was of no help, Nate was like an animal unleashed.

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A week since that, y/n couldn’t even meet Nate’s eye. She ignored him in hallways, changing her direction, she sat far across him in class always hurrying out before he could talk. She wouldn’t reply to his messages, not even see them. He hadn’t seen her around with Ryan either in their designated spots around the school so that was a good sign but he just wanted to talk this out with her because he couldn’t understand the relentless feeling of having lost her. Even as a friend. He never regretted having beaten Ryan, he deserved it. Nate was so certain of it. But y/n. He hated thinking she saw him differently after that, his obnoxious rage to protect that he wanted to cherish. Did it repel her? He felt entitled to at least find that out, he’d leave her be to just glance from the sidelines and wait till she’ll finally look his way if that made her happy but he’d like to know.

Another house party after that one with a facade, Nate as he lounged with his friends overheard a group of girls behind him gossiping about how y/n and Ryan are back together. Eavesdropping as his blood boiled he found out that she’ll probably be around here since Ryan’s here. When he heard that he immediately rose to his feet setting down his beer without a care to respond to his mates who asked about his sudden leave, they kept asking where he was going before he was lost in the crowd. He could barely register anything at this point.

As he walked through the crowd in disbelief and anger he finally did find y/n, out in the garden with some other girls he simple pulled her by her arm to himself without a word or explanation to others he received a few woahs he didn’t care for.

Nate would’ve pulled her aside to talk to her if she was standing with Ryan if that boy weren’t to busy getting piss drunk. “Hey!” Y/n resisted trying to walk herself but he continued to drag her with a tight grip on his arm getting to a quieter place by the small space between the backward and out shed. “Nate what are you-“

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked her, brows furrowed.

“What? What are you talking about…” y/n trailed off as some embarrassment and regret creeped within her but she full well knew what he was talking about.

“How are you even seeing Ryan again? Are you out of your mind?!” He exclaimed. He had so much to demand about, Nate swallowed his pride with timid hurt whenever she ignored him. He could bare her dismissiveness but not her sadness.

“Look…” She breathed unable to meet his gaze, “it’s different-“

“It’s different is it? What is tell me, has he come up with more ways to make you feel shitty?”

Remaining silent as she looked to the ground like it was the most interesting thing ever she felt horrible. Even more horrible of the life she could be otherwise leading but the life she was afraid of leaving. Afraid of the change leaving ryan would bring, afraid of its consequence the emotional weight.

“And you’ve been ignoring me this entire time. Do you think I can’t see that?” Nate spoke and this time she looked up increasingly confused at how he could see through her that much “You don’t look at me, always hurry away even right now you can’t even meet my eyes what are you so afraid of?!”

“It’s just…it’s difficult to explain” y/n tried to reply mildly as she sighed on the verge of tears.

“As long as you can explain it to yourself right?” He scoffed, really agitated how she couldn’t see what he could. Nate was an intense lover too, ferocious one that. But he’d never make her feel this miserable if she was his. She wouldn’t even have to be his he just wanted Ryan to leach away from her because she’d be happier exactly like she was before that boy. Constantly governing her and disrespectful. Nate had a bad temper and he was difficult but he’d never be difficult enough to the extent of hurting her.

Now tears brimmed her eyes and he instantly held back from his words realising just how distressing it must be for her “Hey…hey” he urged her raising her chin with his fingers to make him look at him “I shouldn’t have said that I’m sorry…” he apologised but it didn’t stop the tears streaming down her face. “Y/n…it’s alright” he brought her to himself enlacing her into his arms and he rubbed her back letting her cry it out.

“I just don’t know what to do-he—he apologised and he said he’d change and this is the second time this has happened and I-i felt embarrassed to see you because you did so much and yet I went back to him…I keep on doing this, I just, I’m very lost on that account” she wept “He’s my first-first everything and I do really like him but he just makes me miserable and awful. Every second I’m with him I just feel horrible I don’t even want to be here at this party but I am…because of him.”

“Look at me” he said pulling away from the hug to face her but she still kept looking down so Nate cupped her face in his hands “Look” he urged “It’s okay…it’s difficult. You’re learning to love and you’re too attached to him right now. You will get out of it only if you get out of it. You have gotten over much difficult things and you have been okay. You’ll be okay this time around too.”

“How do you know that?” She asked as her voice broke but her tears composed.

“Because I love you.” Nate blurted and didn’t even regret it, almost felt free of letting out a feeling so intense in him whether or not she reciprocated “I love you. I love all of you and I’m not embarrassed to admit it but I want you whole. I want you happy, I promise you i will maintain it and I don’t want you to think of it now” he said wiping her tears “we’re going to go home. I’ll drop you home. You’re not answerable to anyone if you don’t want to be at a place you don’t want to be. You think about Ryan, break up, sort your head out yeah? You deserve better than him because love shouldn’t make you feel awful and miserable. it doesn’t necessarily have to be me or anyone, your own self needs you the most right now. Act right by you.”

Nate drove her home after that, she was truly glad. The car ride was full of a comfortable silence and the genuine serene smile which adorned her face when she told him good night after dropping her off was all worth it to Nate.

Following two days were a bit long as Nate didn’t hear from y/n in any way. She wasn’t even at school. The game day was on the weekend so people rarely came from class these days. Regardless on the game day when he had to play himself he searched for her in the crowd full of people but couldn’t find her. That’s what he told himself weighing light on the fact that she might not have showed up.

He played his well that game, where they won. But he still felt like he had lost somewhat. Since he didn’t have y/n, or a sign of her that could bring his heart some peace. It’s as if his wish was turned alive, he saw y/n come rushing towards the team where everyone was congratulating each other.

He dropped his helmet to the floor when she came running and picked her up in his arms, feeling won, feeling at home. Nate hugged her as if she wouldn’t exist if he let go and likewise. Y/n finally felt liberated, happy, like herself again. Following his word of advise.

Y/n had broken up with Ryan, with a lot of comprehension and conversations with her feelings y/n had reciprocated Nate’s. “I love you too” she replied to what she couldn’t that night at the party and he smiled so hugely kissing her as she was still lifted up into his arms. She kissed him back wrapping her arms around him and like he’d promised, she felt alright again.

HEY!!!! Please let me know your thoughts I will think about it twice a week if you commented a smile face even. Anyways, THANK YOU for reading I love you and go drink water

+is my nate semi non toxic? Yes as a descendant of bob the builder family I fixed him

[themeraldee]

Reader who's a loner, regularly has hallucinations that they just sorta deal with. One night they were on the roof of a skyscraper, kinda high/drunk (whichever your more comfy with) they hallucinates homelander, the convo kind goes like this

H: *clenching fist* wasn't expecting to see another person up here.

R: OH SH- hiii omigosh sorry you startled me, but hey how ya doin?

Homelander had come up there for some peace and quiet but was pleasantly surprised that this person didn't just annoy him, but actually had a good heart to heart with him, as they related to each others loneliness, he feels a sense of comradery he hasn't ever felt, making him emotional. homelander pulls out the old "I should go now, I have to fight crime." Excuse so he can go home and think about it. Over the span of two weeks he couldn't stop thinking of them. He didn't even know their name but hes like "their the one." Leading him to tracking them down. Now remember in the first half when I said they hallucinated him? Well It turns out they weren't hallucinating, he was completely real and they were actually talking to him that night, thinking "this HAS to be a hallucination". But no, now they have to deal with an obsessed homelander.

One of my favourite tropes is Homelander falling for someone with absolutely zero thought. He doesn't need a slow burn or get to know them better. Nah, he's all in. Whatever it is that clicks with him takes no time to settle and he's pursing them full throttle STAT.

The idea of reader continuously thinking that he's a hallucination would lead to some funny moments. Of course he's not real, this Homelander is a jerk, a real crude asshole. Only you would come up with something like that. Nothing like the sickly sweet persona they parade on the TV. And of course Homelander would be getting increasingly frustrated because you should be getting yourself just as obsessed with him! And you can't do that if you don't think he's real!

"Of course my hallucination of Homelander is a more fucked up version of him."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, look at yourself. You're a little crazy. Don't act like you do on TV. And that's a good thing really, so my hallucination gets a 1, real Homelander 0."

"For the tenth time I'm real!"

"Yeah yeah you've said. Still not done anything to prove it though."

So naturally, he kisses you, like he's been itching to do. And what was that if not a blanket permission.

"Woah woah woah, what the hell?!"

"You wanted proof. You got it."

And because your hallucinations never felt corporeal before you start freaking the fuck out. Because what do you mean it's been the real Homelander all along that you've been making yourself a fool in front of??

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

can you do stu for halloween? I miss the og ghostfaces

I don't usually write for Stu — I personally prefer Billy appearence-wise —, but when I got the idea, I imagined it would be something Stu would be into

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m revieving), hand job, p + v, cowgirl,

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Halloween was your favorite holiday and you were not playing when it came to dressing up. No one’s costume held up to your level. Last year, you arrived at Stu’s party in a sexy version of Regan McNeal…with the green fake vomit going down your chin and chest. While most were grossed out, the sight had the party host’s jaw on the floor. 

As soon as houses started putting out pumpkins and decorations for the trick or treaters, Stu had been trying to get information about this year’s costume. Unfortunately for him, you kept your lips zipped. You didn’t want to risk anyone showing up in the same costume you picked and ruining your moment. 

On the big night, Stu stayed close to the door as soon as people started showing up so he would know when you would arrive. He didn't want to miss your arrival. 

He was on his second beer when you walked through the door in a hat, fishnets and a classic Freddy Krueger striped sweater dress that hugged you in all the right places. Once again, Stu's jaw dropped. 

No longer interested in what Billy was talking about, Stu blew him off and sauntered over to you with a smirk playing on his lips. ‘’Who do we have here? Shouldn’t you be haunting and killing off kids in their dreams?’’ he asked, playing along with your character.

You tilted your head, a teasing glint in your eyes. ‘’All the kids stay up late on Halloween night, my shift doesn't start until 11pm.’’ 

Stu hummed, leaning closer until your back hit the coat closet door. ‘’And what do you plan on doing until then?’’

‘’Drink beer and watch scary movies on your couch.’’ You stole his beer and took a sip before heading to the living room where a girl was screaming bloody murder on the TV.  

Through the night, you laughed and chatted with Randy about movies. A lot of people saw him as a freak for being crazy about horror movies, but you got to know him a little during your many visits to the blockbuster and he was actually a nice person. A little bit of a know-it-all, spilling facts about every movie you rented but you assumed that was his way to flirt with girls. 

As The Shining played, some girl screamed, way too loud for such a tame part of the movie. You rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to stuff her mouth with some chips. 

Stu saw and joined you on the couch, squeezing between you and Randy, his leg brushing against yours. ‘’What’s this screaming all about?’’ he asked, draping his arms behind you and Randy casually. He had a couple of beers in him, but was nowhere near drunk.  

Randy shot him a look, pushing Stu’s arm off. ‘’Can’t you find another seat? The couch’s full already.’’ He was annoyed by Stu’s interruption. ‘’And we were talking.’’ 

Stu raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. “Oh yeah? A ‘moment,’ huh? Hate to break it to you, Randy, but she’s not going home with you tonight. She’s got a job to do at 11. Nightmare duty, right?” His hand slid down, patting your thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to your inner thigh.

You played along, nodding with a smirk. ‘’Thanks for the reminded, Stu.’’ You placed your hand that didn't have the glove on over his, teasingly holding it for a second before standing up. ‘’Guess I should get going.’’ 

Stu’s playful smile vanished as he scrambled to his feet, following you into the kitchen. “Woah, woah, woah, you’re not going anywhere just yet.” He grabbed your wrist as you had reached the kitchen, pulling you to a stop. “Where do you think you’re going?”

‘’To haunt people’s dreams,’’ you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He placed his hands on your hips, leaning down slightly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. ‘’Do you only do children? Because I have a question, Ô Master of Dreams.’’ He smirked, his breath warm against your ear. ‘’Do you visit sex dreams too? Because I could use some company.’’

A slow smile spread across your lips. ‘’I guess you’ll have to fall asleep and find out.’’

Stu grinned. “Mmm, tempting. Maybe I should head to bed now then, see what happens.”

‘’Lead the way.’’ 

Once inside his bedroom, Stu locked the door and hurried to his bed. He played his part and pretended to be asleep, making you cover your mouth to stifle your laugh. His playfulness was your favorite part of his personality.

You waited a little, then crawled on the bed and up Stu’s body, brushing your gloved hand along his jaw and down his neck. 

Slowly, he stirred and opened his eyes, finding you hovering over him. ‘’Ooh, Mrs. Krueger. It’s a pleasure to have you in my dreams.’’ One of his hands ghosted up your thighs over the fishnets, and ended over your ass. He gave it a good squeeze, having been itching to do that since you walked his front door. 

“I like to switch it up on Halloween and take a break from the children to visit the tricksters.’’

‘’Do you give them treats?’’ Stu asked, enjoying the little game you were playing.

You chuckled at his response, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I can provide some special treats for the tricksters who deserve them. And you're definitely on the naughty list this year, Mr. Macher." You dragged your hand down his chest, your eyes locked on his. 

‘’Been on the naughty list since my mom pushed me out,’’ Stu said proudly. ‘’Do I get an extra treat for that?’’ 

His question hung in the air as you pushed his sweater up, fingers fumbling with his belt. It was tricky with just one hand, but with a little help from Stu, you managed it. Not wanting to deal with the same hassle when it came to his jeans, you started to remove your glove, but his hand quickly stopped you.

"Keep the glove on.’’ He grinned, eyes darkening with lust at the thought of your gloved hand around his cock. "Just be careful down there. Don't want to damage the goods."

You held back a laugh and pulled down his jeans and boxers, his thick cock springing free. You had guessed that he was large, but the sight made your pussy cry happy tears. You ran your hands up and down his thighs, feeling the dust of blond hair covering them. 

Stu let out a small hiss as you gripped the base of his cock, pumping slowly. The plastic of the glove was rigid around him and didn’t conform well to the desired movement due to limited flexibility. You were careful to not scratch him with the edges of the ‘blades’ as you continued. This was more to bring a dark fantasy to life than to provide pleasure. 

‘’Ready for your treat?’’ you asked, looking up at him.

He didn’t even have time to respond before you lowered your head to give the tip a featherlight lick, tasting him. He let out a quiet hiss, jerking his hips up just slightly, hands clenching at his sides. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, then ran your tongue up and down his shaft, teasing him. When you judged you had teased him enough, you opened your mouth and took as much of him as you could. 

Stu hummed in delight, your warm mouth around him. He’s thought and dreamed about this before, the past months having spent playing cat and mouse and teasing each other, but the real thing couldn’t even compare. His hand came down to the back of your head, gripping your hair to keep them out of your face as he watched you go deeper on his cock and bobbing your head up and down until he was about to lose it.

You grinned up at him as you pulled off him, sitting back on your heels. Your lips glistened with a mix of smeared lip gloss, spit and pre-cum. Stu could have cum right there. ‘’Is it time for my treat?’’ you asked, lifting the bottom of your dress and flashing him a peek of the black thong beneath.

‘’Ugh, you’re a fucking sight,’’ Stu groaned, his eyes were glazed and chest heaving — his cock twitching. His hand reached out to touch you, finding  the wet spot and rubbing slowly.

You pushed against his touch, craving more. How the tables had turned…

He caught on quickly, tearing a hole through your fishnets and sliding your thong aside to sink his fingers between your folds, spreading your arousal around. Your breath hitched, his movements slow and deliberate as he played with you, grinning at the way you clenched around him.

 ‘’Does that feel good?’’ he teased, fully aware of the answer.

He could be such an ass. 

‘’Y-yes,’’ you stammered, leaning into his touch as he slid his fingers in and out, leaving you breathless.

‘’Feels really good.’’ You rocked your hips forward when he moved his fingers, ever slowly sliding them in and out. 

Starting to feel hot, you pulled your dress up the rest of the way, throwing it on the bed. You had opted out of wearing a bra tonight — it wouldn’t have stayed on for long anyway — and Stu seemed very pleased with that decision. He wasn’t a tits guy, but pierced nipples sent his mind reeling. 

His reaction made you laugh, his eyes wide and amazed. You didn’t have the biggest tits — not that they were tiny either —, but they certainly were the cutest at this party. He reached to grab one of your breasts, thumbing over your pierced bud. 

''Like what you see?'' 

‘’Like what you see?’’ Stu mocked, sitting up and curling his fingers inside you. 

One of your favorite things about Stu was his sense of humor. He was one of the very few people who could make you laugh, whether it was with a stupid joke or through sarcasm. And he even managed to bring that humor into the bedroom. 

‘’Stop it,’’ you said, glaring at him. 

But Stu didn’t listen, giving you a playful pout and teasing you with his fingers again and again, until you physically grabbed his hand and made him stop. 

‘’You can’t do that,’’ he protested. ‘’This is my sex dream.’’

‘’Maybe, but I’m the Master of Dreams,’’ you reminded him, a winning smile on your lips. ‘’And I want your dick inside me.’’ 

You guided him inside you as you slowly lowered down onto him. The rip in your fishnets was making the process easier, only having to pull your thong to the side. Once he was fully inside, you closed your eyes, overcome by the sensation of Stu inside you, filling you.  

Stu grabbed your thighs, trying to get his mind off your tight pussy clamping around him. ‘’You feel so good around my cock, Ô Dream Master.’’  

You laughed softly, pressing a gloved hand to his stomach as you started to move, taking him in a slow rhythm that made his hips twitch. ‘’I do?’’ You held eye contact, your warm walls gripping Stu’s cock in a vice grip.

He whimpered, his hands going down to your ass. ‘’Fuck, you’re gonna liquify my dick with that tight cunt.’’ 

His words made you grin, and you moved faster, until you were full on bouncing. The slapping of skin resounded throughout the room, but the music outside was loud enough to drown it that no one in the hallway would hear. Not that Stu cared if anyone heard or knew that he was having sex. It was his house. 

‘’Is that what you dream about when you dream of me, Stu? My tight cunt milking you?’’

His response was a sharp thrust up, hitting a spot that made your head fall back. Two could play the game of teasing. 

Stu kept meeting you halfway, bringing you close to the edge. You were trying to not cry out, let all of your classmates know how good Stu was making you feel. They might think someone’s getting murdered in there and barge in. 

‘’I’m close!’’ you gasped, your breathing quickening, hair sticking to your face and tingles going up your spine. ‘’I’m so fucking close!’’ 

Your legs were aching and the bed was squeaking from the movements. Sex was fun, but it was also exhausting. It should count as a workout with all the sweating and the calories you were burning. 

Stu must have felt it too, because he flipped you over with a tight grip on your ass, and laid you down on the bed, taking over and drilling into you until you both finished. His mouth on yours swallowed every cry that left your lips, your fingernails digging  into his shoulders through his sweater. 

The room was stifling hot, and probably reeked of sex, but neither of you felt like getting up to open the window for fresh air. Your legs felt like complete jelly, his cum leaking from your pussy and onto his bedsheets. 

‘’Why didn’t we do this sooner?’’ you asked, Stu’s lips on yours, kissing lazily and bathing in the afterglow high.  You weren’t used to having a moment like this — a simple, quiet moment of intimacy without one of you teasing the other.

He bit your bottom lip and pulled it. ‘’It’s you who was pushing me away. I’ve wanted you since you showed up with fake vomit all over you. Thought I made that clear?’’ 

''I never pushed you away.'' 

Stu gave you a look. ''You did. Remember when we kissed at Ricky's birthday party? You told me to call you the next day and you never picked up.'' 

It was over three months ago. Your memories were a little blurred, but now that he was bringing it up, you recalled writing your number in the palm of his hand with a pen. Now you felt terrible for missing his call. 

You grabbed the collar of his sweater — which was strangely still on — and pulled him back in for a kiss, trying to make it up. How many kisses will he need to forgive you? 

It wasn’t long until his eager length twitched against your thigh, ready to go again. How long had it been since he came? Less than ten minutes? 

You playfully pushed his chest. ‘’You’re insatiable.’’

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if youre still taking fic requests, hows about some stone/eddie smut? bottom stone preferably, era and plot are dealers choice >:-]

Yes!!! I am always accepting fic requests pls send em all!

finally some gay shit.

this is also inspired by @lurkylurker25 ‘s post abt twink stone, enjoy ✨

content warning: rough sex, minor dom/sub, minor bdsm, getting outed, past andy/stone

word count: 1.9k

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Stone was freaking out.

He very well might kill his best friend. This is why he tries not to have secrets, they’re not safe with anyone no matter how much you trust them. He was all but spiralling.

He bursted into his bedroom, grabbing his head in distress. What was he going to do?

This whole nightmare started years ago during a drunken night with Andy. It was during the early mother love bone days, and they were the last two people left at practice.

He was always grateful for Andy, at the time he considered him his best friend. Now it was Jeff, although after tonight he might denounce him of that title.

He was very drunk. He was more than very drunk. And he was going through a weird time in his life. Gaining some success in the music scene, he was immersed in the culture. Lots of drugs, lots of sex. While he didn’t particularly feel bad about not participating in either, he felt like a fish out of water sometimes.

Not only did he not participate in hookup culture and one night stands, he hadn’t ever. He hadn’t ever done anything, actually. It wasn’t because he couldn’t, he had been presented with the opportunity many times. He had just never been presented with someone he wanted. And he wasn’t so sure that would ever be a woman.

It was a hard time, back then. He was struggling with his place in the band, his friendships, and mostly his sexuality.

He slipped up that night and confessed to Andy he was a virgin. Not only was he incredibly embarrassed, he was terrified it would lead to Andy finding out. And that’s exactly what it did.

He kept prodding questions, all about women. Stone was getting increasingly frustrated and embarrassed, one once again very drunk. He finally blurted something out to shut him up, not realizing what he blurted out.

“Ohhhhh, okay Stoney I see you, you know I actually sus-“

“Fuck! What did I just do?” Stone shouted, getting up to pace the room.

“Woah, woah calm down. I don’t give a fuck who you fuck. Or don’t.. oops.” Andy exclaimed, getting up to look at Stone.

“You know i’ve always wanted to try it…” He spoke again, trailing off.

And yeah, that happened. Andy went on to say it didn’t have to mean anything, and Stone could finally not be embarrassed by being a virgin. And it just… happened.

And then Jeff found out. Surprisingly it wasn’t a drunken confession again, Jeff somehow forced it out of him. He was accusing him of being a virgin, probably jokingly, but it irked Stone. He answered truthfully, saying he had been with one person. This intrigued Jeff more. And he successfully pissed him off enough for Stone to admit it was Andy. He momentarily felt bad for telling Andy’s secrets that he /literally/ took to the grave.

Jeff was shocked. All the humour left from his words.

And now the saga has come to an end when Jeff mistakenly told the entire band, including Eddie, about this.

They were all sitting around together just chatting. Eddie hadn’t been in town long, so they were trying to hang out as much as possible to get to know each other.

Somehow they got on the topic of some of their bandmates extracurriculars. Someone had asked Stone when the last time he hooked up with a girl was. He brushed it off, just trying to change the subject. He was more secure in his sexuality now, but he didn’t want them knowing about it quite yet.

And then the inevitable someone accused him of being a virgin when he didn’t answer. Dave then piped in joking, “Hey I can change that for you Stone, you want some of this?” The room erupted in laughter until Jeff, apparently too drunk to think straight, announced “Nah Andy already took care of that for him.”

His face fell. Everyone got really quiet after they noticed Stone wasn’t laughing. He heard a few “Wait really?”s before he just got up and left, noting that Eddie had no reaction.

So here he was, in his bedroom, watching out his window as the group of guys left out from his garage. Thank god. At least he wouldn’t have to face this for another day or so.

What he didn’t realize was not All the guys left. He heard a knock on his door.

“Stone?” It was Eddie.

He opened the door, reluctantly.

“Um I just wanted to let you know Jeff felt really bad… and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Eddie spoke quietly.

He scoffed at that, “Fuck you.”

He then realized what he said and who he said it to. “Fuck I’m sorry. I just didn’t intend on anyone else knowing That about me.”

“Don’t be sorry, I understand how you feel. I really do…”

Wait, did he mean he was…?

“You do?”

He stepped forward, “Yes.” With that, he gently put a hand to Stone’s face and leaned in for a soft kiss. Stone reciprocated, very shocked at his actions.

He was quickly aroused, brain racing with thoughts of where this was going. The kiss went on too long for Eddie to not have ulterior motives. Things got heated quick. He hoped he wasn’t behaving like he had only done this once before. Eddie knew that of course, but he didn’t want to be that shy inexperienced kid everyone thought he was.

As if he could hear these anxieties, Eddie spoke, “Quit worrying. I’m in charge tonight, just let go.”

And so he did. He stopped trying to do the right thing at the right time and just let Eddie have him. He found he greatly enjoyed being manhandled.

Eddie attacked his mouth again, backing them up against the bed. Stone landed on top of Eddie, letting out a moan into his mouth. He ended up straddling Eddie’s lap, the friction between them feeling too good.

It was a mess of teeth and tongue, their clothed erections rubbing against each other in just the right way. He couldn’t help it, he was shamelessly grinding against Eddie’s thigh.

Eddie pulled back to look at him riding his thigh. He was letting out such pretty sounds, breathy moans and whines.

“Fuck baby, ride my thigh.” Eddie breathed out.

Stone thought he might die. He couldn’t bring himself to care, though. He told him to let go, so that’s what he did.

Eddie was soon grabbing at his shirt, pulling it off quickly before moving to his own. His hands were everywhere, running against Stone’s newly exposed skin.

“Let me see that cock of yours.. take it out Stoney.”

Stone blushed hard, but finally got up off of Eddie as the two both removed the remainder of their clothes.

It was all too quick to give him time to be insecure. Plus, he was now faced with a naked Eddie on his bed. Eddie was standing soon as well, taking Stone in another bruising kiss. Their cocks rubbed together as he pulled them flush against each other, resulting in a surprised moan from Stone.

Eddie broke the kiss to speak again, “Do you have lube?”

Stone’s face went red, but he nodded. He pulled it out from his nightstand and gave it to Eddie.

Eddie smirked. “Lay down.”

He nervously got back on the bed, lying down on the mattress.

“No no, other way.”

He swallowed, suddenly becoming very nervous as he laid down on his stomach. He felt exposed and uncomfortable. His aching cock was trapped against the bed sheets and his ass was on full display for Eddie.

He was almost shaking when he felt eddie spreading his cheeks open, revealing his hole. He jumped.

“Such a pretty hole…” Eddie said as he ran his fingers across the opening.

God, he was going to kill him.

He felt the coldness of the lube being spread against his exposed hole. His face was shoved in the mattress so he couldn’t see what was being done to him, but he shook in anticipation.

He felt a wet finger prodding at his opening. He yelped as Eddie shoved the finger deep inside him. It’s like this was fun for him, getting him all flustered.

Stone was a whining mess as Eddie fingered his ass. Finally, he felt a dip in the bed as Eddie joined him. To make room, Stone rose to his hands and knees. Eddie planted himself behind him. He ran a hand along his spine, making his back arch and his ass spread open. Eddie took this opportunity to shove two fingers inside him.

“I’m going to ruin you…”

Stone moaned in response, “Fuck..”

He looked back, finally seeing Eddie, and watched as he slicked up his cock with more lube. Eddie noticed him watching and leaned forward, grabbing Stone by the throat. He choked, the contact almost too much. He was going to be ruined.

Eddie ran his tip against Stone’s open hole, leaning over him, hand still caught on his throat. He pushed in, gaining a muffled groan from Stone.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight.” Eddie moaned himself.

He began to move, slow at first but he wasted no time gaining speed. His hand moved from his throat and suddenly there were two fingers being shoved in his mouth. There were tears in Stone’s eyes, he was so overwhelmed, but he loved feeling so used.

“I bet you love being filled up from both ends like this..”

Eddie was filthy. Stone loved it.

He pounded into his ass with no care, fingers going deeper down his throat. He reached a hand down, connecting hard at Stone’s ass cheek. He was spanking him.

Stone was letting out whorish moans at this point, the pain of the fingers down his throat mixed with his ass being slapped and abused, he felt so many sensations at once.

Eddie moved his hand from spanking his ass to his balls. Stone did not expect to like getting his balls spanked, but he almost came the first slap against them.

“You like this don’t you, being used.” Eddie spoke again.

Stone responded, “Fuck. Hit my balls again…”

Eddie chuckled before obliging, this time landing a hand on them before grabbing at them, dangerously close to his cock.

Eddie used his free hand to grab Stone’s long hair, yanking him back forcing him to arch his back again. This allowed him to pound even deeper into his used hole.

Stone was screaming at this point, clenching down hard around Eddie’s cock. Eddie let out a couple grunts here and there, but he stayed mostly composed. He was still smacking at his balls, each time harder than the last. His hand came down particularly hard and suddenly Stone was too overwhelmed. Unexpectedly, he shot his cum onto his stomach and the bed beneath them, screaming through his orgasm.

“Good boy, coming from me hitting your balls.” Eddie pulled out and manoeuvred Stone on his back again.

Hi crawled up his body, straddling his stomach. Eddie’s cock was now hanging in front of his face, dripping precum into his lips.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours..” Stone obliged before Eddie began jerking himself over his face.

His moans got quicker and quicker before he was releasing his cum all over Stone’s face and mouth.

He collapsed beside him, catching his breath.

Stone looked over at him, “You ruined me.”

[i-killed-a-prostutute]

⚡️Yandere Killua X Neko ⚡️

*killua is absolutely over the age of 18 in this imaging. R18 trigger warning light edition (face fucking, fingering, p in v, praise, overstim, breeding, & heat)

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You were bored waiting for Killia to come home, but you would be a good little pet and wait for him like always. It's what he expected. What if you went out and got hurt because of your ears and tail? People would probably think you were a freak. A lab could take you away!

        The outside was dangerous, so yes you’d wait for Master Killua like a good girl. If you were good, he might buy you a new game system or a pretty new collar.

     Today, it was hard to wait, though it felt like he was taking longer than normal, but the clock only said 5pm…the 5:05 then 5:15. It felt like you’d die if he wasn’t home soon. You couldn’t sleep and you weren't hungry so you could only sit there by the door and wait. 

     When you finally heard his keys in the lock you felt like you’d cry so happy to see him, to breathe in his scent, to feel him. The two of you moved to the livingroom for your after work pets, normally you were a bit reserved but today you were all over his lap and kept kissing him, his neck, and shoulder 

“Woah kitten what’s gotten into you?” he chuckled, prying you off just enough to look up at you for a moment, but it made you whine and cling to him more 

“Master its so hot!” You whined your tone, catching his attention he observed you. You almost seemed drunk. Your speech even slurred slightly. “Please, you can make it better.” With you clinging to him like that, he knew what this was

      He thought the drug developer was lying or exaggerating when he said you’d go into heat every month like a regular cat. Then there you were dropping to your knees for him right there on the livingroom floor. Your tongue was rough and your mouth was so warm he thought he’d melt his pale hand moving into your hair.

“That's a really good princess.” The groan he let out made even more slick pool between your thighs. You kept your hands on his thighs as he began to fuck your face you wanted to be good for him letting his hips arch off the couch and into your face. 

      When his high poured down your throat and you swallowed like a good little pet, he didn’t even bother whipping your lips before giving you a sloppy kiss. As he caught his breath he pulled you into his lap letting you lean on him and cuddle him as he fucked you with his fingers. 

      You were already sloppy down here and he had barely even touched you in made him want to overwhelm you. He knew he had way better stamina than you and that week when you first became his pet was a good test for his restraint. 

      Any surface that he could fuck you on was taken advantage of he was tempted to see if you’d squirt but when you had reached a 4th high and began to beg for him to stop he relented. 

     He made sure to give you the fresh cream pie you begged for before taking you to the tub. He cuddled with you asking if you were alright, being slow with your over sensitive body but found the little shivers you gave when he played with your ears it gave him ideas for next time. 

     You had always been weird with your tail too and it made more dirty things run through his mind but when he realized you were asleep he chuckled and kissed the top of your head making a mental note for next time.

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     -Idk why my first thing is always heat and breeding, lmao! If you guys want another one with Killua and his Neko, I do have ideas, lol. 

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3.5k follower event

Hii, my lovelies! Surprise, surprise, surprise! Thank you so much for reading my stories, for the support you continue to offer me, and all the follows. Since I've hit this small personal milestone, I thought about gifting you something little back as well.

I am opening my ask box for requests for one week (01.06.25~08.06.25)!

𓍼 Criteria for requesting:

genres: fluff & angst; I will not write smut for this event, but it can be suggestive; you must be over 18 to request anything that's suggestive, though!

tropes and setting: I am comfortable with writing almost anything as long as it doesn't contain topics that are too dark; please specify which genre and trope you'd like, as well as the setting when requesting (ex.: supernatural au-idk like vampires-with enemies to lovers; zombie apocalypse with angst and best friends to lovers, etc. let your imagination run wild! ^^)

You can select up to two prompts when requesting, and of course, please specify which member(s) you'd like (unless you want me to choose); I also write m x m stories, so that can be requested as well, just specify which members!

This event is for Ateez, but if anyone wishes to request with Red Velvet, I can write that too!

𓍼 As for the storyline, you can choose from the following prompts:

Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.

Could you hold my hand?

Aw, you're blushing like a rose.

Your lips are really warm.

Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?

Wait, don't pull away...not yet.

First second I saw you, and I couldn't get over how beautiful you were.

I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater.

You're staring again.

Would you just shut up and kiss me already?

You can't banish me! This is my bedroom, too!

God, here- just hold my hand.

We never speak of this again, do you hear?

I don't talk about you all the time!

What are you so afraid of?

I don't think I've ever seen you smile.

That kiss...did you really mean it?

I guess this means we belong to each other now, hm?

A date? Sorry, but I have to go home and laugh at that idea.

You were my first kiss.

Take. A. Shower. Now.

Did you sleep here on the bathroom floor?

White paint has more color than your face.

Well, I still have my pants on, so not that drunk!

Are we about to kiss right now?

I don't think I can sleep after that...

Do you normally go this long without sleep?

Oh my God, I don't care!

How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers.

I wasn't that worried, I was just wondering where you were...

Woah, what the hell happened to you?

Please correct me if I've been reading this all wrong, but...

Put that bat down, okay?

Scream all you want. Nobody's gonna hear you.

Oh, I'm sorry, does this hurt?

Do you ever wonder if we've met in another lifetime?

It's not up for discussion, you're my date.

I can't think straight with you.

You don't intimidate me. Cut the act.

For once, I'm not the bad guy here.

If you pass out, I'm not going to catch you.

Okay, what are you doing in my Spiderman onesie in my bedroom?

How the fuck did you survive that?!

I'm a psychopath making a difference!

I must be in heaven.

You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?

I'm pregnant.

I know what you did.

Who even made you the leader?

You're a freak, bro.

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[dreamwatch]

We Gotta Get Out Of This Place

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest June warm-up round.

Prompt: Band on the run | Word Count: 997 | Rating: M | CW: Language, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol | POV: Eddie | Tags: Crack treated seriously?, Freak is getting freaky and upsetting the locals, banter, they're idiots | AO3

*I wasn't going to share this one but screw it. This is what happens when you ask your husband for ideas.

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Eddie has a love-hate relationship with touring. 

He’s living the dream, playing their songs, to their fans. He loves seeing new countries, places he could only dream of as a kid. The band have been to three continents so far, not counting the one they live in. Gareth grandly announced he was going to play all seven. Eddie wished him luck on his solo tour of Antarctica and it was never mentioned again.

The things he hates? The actual travelling. Being away from Steve and Wayne. And hangovers. He really hates hangovers, and something about the travel just makes them worse. They hit harder and last longer. Or maybe that’s just tequila. He fucking hates tequila. But he’s in Mexico so when in Rome… or well, when in Mexico City anyway…

The other thing he hates? Assholes banging on his door in the middle of the fucking night! They played a show last night, an amazing, hot sweaty mess of a show, and he ached and ached because he’s not twenty anymore (and parts of him still hurt for reasons he can’t talk to the band about). But he’s weak and he let himself get dragged along to some bar by the band and some of the crew. And then he got dragged to another bar, saying good night to Jeff and a couple of roadies. And then he was doing the dragging and honestly, after the third bar, he couldn’t tell you where, when or who he was with. Because tequila is the drink of satan and should be banned on all seven of those continents Gareth wants so badly to play.

So he stumbles out of bed, way too fast considering he’s only been in it for about an hour and he’s only one step away from blind drunk, tossing bed clothes on the floor.

“Whoever the fuck this is,” he bellows, tripping over a discarded boot, “you better be dying!” He wrenches the door open and Jeff barges past him into the room, Gareth on his heels with their bags.

“The fuck is going on?” he asks, spinning so fast he has to grab the edge of the door to keep himself upright.

Gareth goes to the bathroom and Eddie can see him in the reflection throwing all his toiletries into a bag, while Jeff grabs Eddie’s duffle from the floor and throws everything he can see into it.

“Hello!” he claps his hands, “Am I invisible right now?”

Gareth throws the toiletry bag into the duffle and grabs Eddie’s jeans and boots from the floor. “We’re leaving,” he says, kneeling to the floor in front of Eddie, “Leg up.” 

“What the fuck—”

“Leg! Up! Now!” 

He swats at them. “I can dress myself, assholes.”

“We don’t have two hours for you to hop around getting your drunk ass into your jeans, dude.”

He holds onto Gareth’s shoulders because he really is going to fall over in a minute, but he dutifully raises his legs one by one. Once the jeans are on and pulled up to his waist, Jeff pushes him back on the bed so that they can put his boots on, each taking a foot. All Eddie can do is watch in a stupor as they each tie a set of laces. 

“Why am I even getting dressed, what the fuck is going on, man?”

Jeff jumps up and does a last sweep of the room before turning back to Eddie, hands on his hips. Like Steve. If he wasn’t so tired and pissed off (and drunk) he’d laugh at that.

“Because Matt had a threesome last night—“ Jeff starts.

Eddie’s eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling. “With people?”

“With the sister and fiance of some local drug lord.”

Woah, woah, woah. He straightens up. “Wait… his sister is his fiance?”

“Jesus Christ,” moans Gareth. “No. Matt hooked up with the sister. And then he hooked up with his fiance. And now we’re all about to be fucked unless we get out of Mexico tonight.”

“Wait,” he mumbles, brain finally kicking into gear. “Drug lord?” Jeff and Gareth nod back. “Oh shit. Yeah, that’s not good. We should go.”

“Finally!” says Jeff.

“So where’s Matt?”

Gareth grabs Eddie’s duffle along with his own. “Phil grabbed him and ran, hopefully they’re at the airport getting tickets on the first flight out of Mexico.”

Okay, if he was with their manager, then he was probably fine. Right? Right.

They charge down the hallway, meeting some of the crew at the elevator, and when they make it downstairs they’re waved out to a waiting taxi.

Eddie burps ominously, he feels like absolute shit.

“Matt is fucking dead, I swear it.”

Jeff looks horrified. “Dude, don’t joke about that until we’re in US airspace. Please.”

Good point. He leans his head back against the seat and closes his eyes, letting his heart rate return to normal. They all sit in silence for a while.

“Is it just me that’s kind of impressed?” Eddie can’t help himself, it’s just that Matt is so… secretive. “I mean, when was the last time he let us meet anyone?”

Gareth rolls his eyes. “We’re not his parents, dude. He doesn’t have to bring them home for dinner.”

Jeff scoffs, “Well maybe we should put that in his contract. I’d rather not have to run from drug barons in the middle of the goddamn night.”

When they get to the airport Phil tells them they’re booked on a flight to Houston. Matt is sitting there wearing dark glasses and a baseball cap, standing out a mile.

“Houston?” cries Jeff. “What the fuck, Phil?”

“You can blame this asshole for that,” he gestures at Matt. “ It was Houston or Vancouver, or wait for scary men with guns to kidnap your bass player.”

Eddie stumbles over to Matt, snatching the glasses off his face. “You! No more women. Ever!”

And before Matt can open his mouth he adds “And no men either!”