#yo boy where you goin?

[hopeful-hufflepuff-peeves]

I am where meet cutes come to die

[hoshigray]

iillly happy bday bbgggg pls BULLY SATORUUUUU pleasepleaseoHFGOSH

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⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting; you + satoru are juniors - sex in a public space; library study room - breast fondling + nipple play - sex on a table - overstimulation - pet names (crybaby, cutie, pretty girl) - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - unprotected sex (psa: wrap that shit up, kiddos ) - mention of cervix and tears.

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“Ahhaaa! Thhh, shtopp! T’oo fast…!!”

“Yeah, goin’ too fast? Hnnmm, shit…tell that to your hips.”

This is not how this day was supposed to go, but that’s what having a bully in your life is like, right?

Today was one of those days where you’d spend most of your leisure time studying and catching up on upcoming coursework before the weekend, savoring your free days to rest and do some light reading for Monday. So here you were, spending the Thursday evening at the library in a study room you reserved until closing time. Fingers are typing away on your keyboard, putting words to your Word document while taking pieces of your french fries to munch—your study snack from the dining hall. 

And everything was going swimmingly, feeling the groove of things operate accordingly while bumping to your music.

Until your eyes snap to the door opening, and they widen at the sight of the culprit. Snow white hair and round glasses, and your stomach drops. “G-Gojo?”

“Yo!” He chips with a smirk, stepping inside and closing the door with his heel. You could’ve sworn you locked that door, but you’re sure it is now after he does it for you. “I knew I saw you walking out from the dining hall; the nerd is all cooped up in the library. Whatcha up to?”

“I, umm,” your gaze moves to your Word document, not wanting to see Gojo walk to where you’re sitting at the rectangle table. “J-Just, getting ready for a group seminar tomorrow…Need my notes ready.”

The tall boy slides his backpack off and drops it to the chair on the side of the table. His closing the door blinds and striding back to you grows the unsettling feeling in your tummy. “Ehhh, notes? Must be bored.”

“Not really…” It’s challenging to channel your focus on something productive when you watch from your peripheral with every step he takes until he’s behind you. “Just need to answer four more questions, and then I’ll,” your body rigid when he places his hands on your shoulders—there’s no escape now. “…I���ll be done.”

“Mmmm,” he hums and puts his chin to your head. “Working so hard, huh?” He kneads your shoulders and travels down to your arms. “I think it’s about time you give yourself a break.”

“Gojo, please,” pleads teeter out your mouth, yet your futile attempt to stand is refuted.

“Whaaat? You gotta give yourself breaks, right?” He moves his face to your shoulder to whine. “Can’t help a friend relax for a bit from studying?”

You open your mouth to respond, but words don’t leave your lips—a moan is snuck out from his hands, finding your chest. Sneaking inside your shirt to cup and soft mounds behind your bra. “Nnnn, n-no, we can’t…not here—“

“Psshh, you’re no fun, baby,” he coos to your ear, tweaking a nipple for you to squeak. “It won’t be for long, promise. Besides,” you turn to him, his blue orbs seen better from the dark shades now that you’re closer. “No one knows better to care for you than me, right? C’mon, just five minutes, and I’ll go, ‘kay?”

Your stomach has not stopped contorting knots ever since you saw that door open, and now you’re in a dilemma you prayed wouldn’t happen today. Regardless, you only have to give him what he wants, and you can return to work. So, you swallow your pride and kiss him on his soft lips. 

“—Ohhhh, y-you said for fi—Iiiive minutes…!!”

“Hahhh, did I say that? Heh, must be bad with time.”

Deliberately making a supposed five-minute break turn into nearly thirty minutes isn’t terrible with time—just plain ignorant. 

Your laptop, course material, and Gojo’s shades are pushed further into the table, substituting them with your figure to be laid on the edge of the table surface. Your bottoms and panties were stripped to the ground with Gojo’s jeans, your sexes exposed and now joined in the union as he propels his hips to pound into your chasm. Your cunt was a mess, slick, and come mixed and collecting in a soapy ring with the back-and-forth motions of your junior bully. 

The walls of the library rooms aren’t the best, nearly paper-thin to hear convos from one room to the other. You bite your lips to try to conceal your cries, but the curve of Gojo’s dick poking your walls have you screaming silently. “Fuck, pretty girl,” he intentionally grinds his pelvis to your folds, the broken wails egging him on to tease you more. “Scared someone will come and find us, huh? Scardey-cat,” the hands to your wrists pull you in with every rut. 

“Gaaahh, Gojooohhh,” your brows sewn together after the stimulation of your G-spot is hit yet again. “I’m sens’tiveee, go sloooww!”

“Shiiiit, that’s kinda hard when you’re clenching me so hard,” he hisses with a sigh. “Pretty much asking for me to mess you up.”

You shake your head at the brush of his tip hitting your cervix. “Ahaaaa, ohhJesus,” tears well up in your eyes with another jab to your womb.

“Oh, is the lil’ nerd about to cry?” Gojo bends down to you while his hips keep working, his flushed face inches closer to yours, and he wipes a tear with a thumb. “Awww, don’t do that; don’t want people next door to see what’s up with you.” His thumb enters your mouth, your tongue tasting your salty tear.

You sob on his digit, licking his thumb, and more twitches of your vagina come from more grazes on your inner texture. “Nhhooh, ahhhmyGod, good, feels tew goood…!”

Gojo can feel it; you’re clasping onto his length way too much not to notice. He snickers, “Gonna cum, baby?” You nod hurriedly, and he brings his forehead onto yours. “Want me to help you with that?” Too enraptured that you don’t notice him sneaking his hand to your lower half and a pinch to your clitoris has you cry. “Shhh, shhh,” he coaxes to your ear, his thumb swiping on the bud as you sob in parts. “Go ahead, wring me out, you slutty crybaby.”

Another pinch, and you’re contracting around him hard. Your orgasm hits you right there, the hot feeling of your body is washed with a sharp cold that rattles your legs. Hands come and grip the back of Gojo’s long sleeve, your cunt flitting on him as your body jolts from pleasure.

Gojo hurries to pull out and stroke his cock, his seed spilling out to paint your messy slit with the come oozing out from your hole. He throws his head back in bliss. “Shit, that felt good.”

“I,” you are stuck in a daze, yet you try to communicate. “I have to…get back to studyinng.”

“You still have some of those pills from last time?” You nod slowly as he brings his briefs and jeans back on. “Good! Be right back; gonna get some wipes from the restroom.” He then leaves and closes the door on his way out, leaving you cold and helpless on the table surface.

And now you know. Note to self: lock the door whenever you study at the library.

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[wannabeschyulersister]

in a world of boys he’s a gentleman

Despite only dating for six months, it often felt like you and Carmy were on the same wavelength. There were times where you both could communicate what you were thinking with a simple look. He often could tell what you were feeling just by your body language. 99% of the time he was right.

Which is how he knew as soon as you walked through the back door of the Bear that something was wrong.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” He asked you as you started taking your coat off.

“Nothing.”

Carmen grabbed your hands to stop you, “(Y/n), what’s wrong?”

You huffed, “Nothing is wrong, Carmen.”

Carmen. Not Carmy or Bear. Not Babe.

Carmen.

It definitely set off his inner alarm.

“I’m not lettin’ you into that kitchen without you telling me what happened.” He stood his ground. You knew he was being serious.

“There’s this construction worker at the new bakery down the street that tried to catcall me nearby. He’s just an idiot and wouldn’t shut the fuck up.”

“Did he touch you?”

“No, nothing like that. He just didn’t catch the hint that I’m not interested and then called me a “bitch” because I ignored him.”

In that moment, you could see the fury ignite in Camry’s eyes.

“I’ll be right back.” Before you could grab his arm to stop him, he brushed past you and out the back door.

“Richie!” You shouted as you put your coat back on.

It was only a matter of seconds before Richie rushed to you, “What’s goin’ on?”

“Your cousin is about to do something very stupid.” You answered him.

“If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that fuckin’ sentence.” He said before leaving out the door with you right on his heels. You could see Carmy was already ahead of you both at the end of the alleyway. He turned to his left and made his way down to the new bakery.

“Carmen!” You shouted as you hurried to try and catch up to him. You knew he wouldn’t stop.

“Yo! Cousin!” Richie ran faster than you did and was closer to Carmy but you hurried as quickly as you could.

As you turned left, you could see that Camry was at the bakery. The construction worker that hit on you was standing outside. He was taller than Carmen but lankier. Thankfully, he was alone.

“Are you the fucker that called my girl a “bitch”?” You heard Carmy ask the man as you caught up to them.

“And if I did?” The guy dropped his clipboard on the ground and stepped up to Carmen.

Richie quickly stood between Carmy and the asshole that started all of this mess. Camry tried to shove Richie away.

In that moment, a million different scenarios ran through your mind. The majority of them didn’t look good. You didn’t want Carmen to get hurt by some dumb idiot that didn’t know how to respect women.

You placed your hand around Carmen’s bicep and tried to pull him towards you, “Carmen, this guy isn’t worth it! Let’s go back to the restaurant.”

Carmen was practically seething at this point. He wished he could’ve had a few minutes alone with the creep to teach him a lesson. He was partially mad at himself because he normally walked with you to work but he needed to be at the restaurant earlier than you that morning.

He was positive that creep wouldn’t have said shit if he’d walked with you.

“Call my girl out of her name again and I’ll fuckin’ smash your head on this cement!”

By now, a couple of the creep’s coworkers came out of the store. They grabbed him and started pulling him back inside. You heard one of them tell him that he was already on his second strike with their boss.

“Cousin! It’s time to go. You better be glad that I was here because that dude would’ve whooped your ass.” Richie tried to joke to made light of the situation.

“Fuck off.” Carmen told him before he grabbed your hand, “Are you okay?”

“You shouldn’t have done that, Carmen.” You mumbled as Richie walked ahead of the two of you. You just wanted to get back to the restaurant and forget about what just happened.

“I wasn’t going to let some idiot disrespect the woman that I love.” Carmen explained to you.

You didn’t say anything else on the short walk to the Bear. Richie was already inside telling everyone what happened. You were positive that you were going to hear about it all day.

“Hey, c’mere.” Carmy grabbed your hand again and led you to the small office. He closed the door after you stepped inside, “Are you mad at me?”

You shook your head, “No, of course not. I just don’t think it was a wise idea for you to confront that guy.”

Carmy walked towards you and cupped your cheek lightly with his right hand, “I don’t care if it wasn’t wise. I’m not going to let any dumb fuck ever call you out of your name.”

You leaned into his touch and he brought his other hand and placed it gently on the back of your head. You rested against his chest. “Thank you, Carmy. My protector.

He felt a little better that you were calling him by his nickname again. Carmy kissed the top of your head, “Anytime, (Y/n).”

You both took a moment to bask in the silence while still embracing. The rest of the day was sure to be filled with the loud noise of the kitchen but the moment between the two of you put you both at ease.

After sharing a few soft and meaningful kisses, you pulled back and sighed a little, “We probably should get out there. I’m sure everyone is wondering what we are doing.”

Carmy reluctantly let you go, “Yeah, let’s go and get the day started.”

You took off your jacket again and set it on the coat hook, “You should get Richie a nice gift.”

“What? Why would I do that?” Carmy asked confused.

“Because that guy would’ve beat the shit out of you.” You joked.

Carmy cracked a smile as he gave you a tap on your behind, “Is that so?”

You nodded playfully, “Absolutely. I probably should be thanking Richie right now instead of you. Actually, I think I’ll go do that now.”

Carmen quickly grabbed you by the waist and drew you closer to him again as you laughed, “Well aren’t you hilarious.”

[jeansplaytoy]

toxic!ex!jean who just won’t let you go out wit nobody else.

no matter what you do, where you go, this boy always finds a way to be involved in what you got goin on. you wanna talk to somebody else? don’t even try it. he’ll death stare anybody that tries to talk to you, because everyone knows you went together.

wanna get somebodies number? he’ll probably ask to use your phone, go to the number, save it in his, and then constantly text that persons number, threatening to beat the piss outta them if they try to do something with you, and then threaten to beat they ass again if they tell you he said it.

and if your hearts all broken by that? he’ll just come along and make sure he’s the one to heal you.

no, you can’t date, flirt, fuck, laugh with anybody he thinks you like. and he wouldn’t tell you that directly, but he’d make sure to let it be known, even if he isn’t the one bringing it to attention.

but him? he can fuck around with whoever he wants. as long as you don’t do it. he’s told you multiple times, if you don’t want him to keep flirting with other girls then he won’t do it, but you don’t have the time to waste to act like you’re jealous of him being with other women.

you single on valentine’s day? he’ll give you something.

wanna go out? he’ll pick you up.

he hates for anyone to get close to you. really. he honestly believes that you’re all his and only his.

you try to make him mad by talking to someone else? that isn’t gonna work. you’ll only make him angrier than you originally intended to make him.

“why you keep doin that?”

“doin what?”

“tryna piss me off on purpose.”

and don’t let you post another guy on yo insta, tiktok, nunna that. he will track a nigga down to his mama phone number.

and blowing on your phone in almost a daily thing if u do, cus he knows you gon come back anyway.

yeah if you make him really really mad, he’ll go on a rant about how you got him fucked up and when he sees the dude you posted he gon do this and that, but in reality, you got him wrapped ALLLL the way around your finger.

all you gotta do is text or call him and he’ll he at the door.

but if he really wanna make you mad, he’ll keep bringing up how you tried to make him mad and how it didn’t work (it did, that’s why he keeps talking about it.)

other than that, he really, genuinely loves you.

just something to pass time while i work on these things.😞

[iwaasfairy]

quick drabble of some stray jealous twins thought

tw incest, jealousy and a bratty little sister

“You’ve got a sparkle in your eye when you look at me,” he’s laughing, smile glittering as he stares down his nose at you with the closeness - and heat dusts over your nose and cheeks.

“I do not.” Your back is still resting against the pole, but it’s less out of casualness than it was when you first propped yourself up against it. Now it serves to keep you upright, as the handsome older boy leans in.

“You really, really do though,” his hair gets ruffled by the warm breeze, and makes him look even more effortlessly attractive, “‘s almost like you’re a little happy to be hanging out with me after all.”

You click your tongue, brush your hair over your shoulder and start walking again, and he follows behind with his motorbike beside him. “You’re seein’ things, Kei-kun~ I’m sure I don’t know what yer talkin’ about.”

“I’m entirely sure you do know.” He’s fun, and easy to talk to, and while you might not know him well enough to say you like him, you could surely get the butterflies in your stomach if this went on any longer. Almost as if knowing that’s what you’re thinking, his hand reaches out to brush against yours, fingers just about linking. “Say—”

Whatever would follow is cut off when a gruff voice calls your name with a very obvious scowl, and your eyes shoot up the rest of the road to make your eyebrows travel high on your forehead. Osamu’s got his marked hat pulled low over his eyes, but arms crossed. “We’re having dinner. Home, now.” There’s no please and thank you with the glare he gives the both of you, and Keitaro straightens up to wave.

“Yo, Miya.”

It makes your big brother’s jaw clench, before he lets out a slow “yo” back — completely forced. And when his eyes find yours, your shoulders go up a few inches in slight shame at being caught so openly. You’re still a few blocks from his apartment, so that must mean he came out looking for you. That must mean he’s already in a sour mood. “Get going,” he basically barks out at you then, and glares when you slink away a few steps.

“I’ll see you.” You quickly whisper. But despite the miserable attempt at playing it off, Keitaro’s quicker than you’d like; and his long frame bends to place a peck on your cheek. Mostly just being cheeky, you know. Your big brothers’ protectiveness is hardly a secret, and he seems like the type to poke — but that harmless fun has your cheeks going even hotter when he smiles down at you, adding in a whisper.

“The meanie, older Miya twins don’t scare me,” his eyes shine when meeting yours, before he gets onto his bike and revs his engine. “I’ll call you later.” As he drives off, your toes curl in your shoes, and you stare resolutely at the floor. Face no doubt glowing.

Your lips shake, as you cast a quick glance through thick lashes. Samu’s got you by your shoulder before you can even say anything, cool exterior cracking just barely as he starts walking and a vein in his temple thumps. “Wait, niichan~ It wasn’t me, I was just playin’ around! It- I wasn’t even that into him like that-”

“Walk properly,” he breathes out, and his eyes narrow when you just oblige. You shouldn’t have been messing around, but they keep your collar so tight. It’s hard not to get fed up after a while. When you’re mostly out of sight of the main street and the sun sinks behind the houses, he finally pushes you the last stretch home and lets go of the almost painful grip of your arm. “That the type ta get ya goin’?” His biceps almost tear out of his shirt when he cages you against the door and crosses his arms again. “That what’ya like?”

“I was just entertaining myself on the walk home, s’all. S’no crime, niichan.” You’re pouting, can’t help it.

He leans you up against the house then, leg slotting between your thighs and shoulders pinning you in place. He forces his mouth to yours until you have no choice but to bend into him, where your hands rest on his chest. “Mh-nii- dan-” The kiss doesn’t stop, only deepens until his tongue is in your mouth and you’re tasting him. Though you do your best to pull away, his tongue rubs into yours as long as he likes and until his satisfied grunt sounds as he pulls back.

The door to the apartment opens up, and familiar caramel eyes find the both of you. The cooler grey ones appraise you from under the hat when wiping your spit from his lips, and picks you back up by the scruff of your neck. “Shitty ‘mouto kissed ‘im. I got mad.”

If you couldn’t see the slight twitch in the blond’s face, you could almost kid yourself into thinking he’d stay impartial. But his voice is too low, and his eyes too sharp. “Ya kissed that dirty neighborhood tramp?” Atsumu’s lip lifts with disgust, before turning to his twin. “An’ ya said you’d let me play with ‘er first. I just got back to Hyogo, Samu.”

You’re quick to ball your fists and glare at the darker haired one. “Didn’t kiss anyone except you, stupid niisan. Let go of me, you’re so annoying.”

“Ain’t happening—what do we do with the dude?”

Atsumu reaches out his hand as he pushes himself against the doorframe. “Hand ‘er over.” He clicks his tongue in annoyance, and pulls you straight into his chest when you try to fight against it. Strong, work-worn hands pull your face up to his as he stares you down, and then sighs. “We could always kill ‘im.”

“Killing ‘im sounds good right about now, Tsumu.”

“Doesn’t it, Samu?”

[99k4manii]

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The 4th of July !

⚠️ warning !: fluff, smut, sex in a car, unprotected. Oral (fem receiving ) !definitely not proof read!

It was late a night around 12:35. Fireworks and gunshots where going on outside celebrating the 4th day of July. you was laying down chilling till felt ony get out the bed. “where you goin’?” you asked while still laying down eyes closed. “I’m gonna go shoot some fireworks!” You sighed and didn’t say nothing after that. “You not mad is you?” He asked before taking his gun out the drawer. “Nahh. But you best not be out there being crazy ya’ hear me?” You lifted up turnt back point you’re finger at him like you were scolding him. “Mama I promise I won’t!” “Okay ony..” you said slunching back into bed.

About half an hour later ony was shooting hella fireworks and shot his gun Atleast twice. There was a bunch of fireworks popping outside from many different yards, it was beautiful, they were pushing it, it was barely even the 4th it was still 12 something. You decided to get out of bed and go on the bedroom balcony wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of ony’s psd boxers. and your blonde lace in a clawclip style, watching him blow some small fireworks moving on to the bigger ones till he noticed you. “Mama? you not cold wearing them little ass clothes?” “Tuh.. baby I’ll be ohk” “nah mama I’m just saying you wearing that lil shi outside so..” “boy worry bout them damn fireworks.” He laughed “okay okay..” “mhm. Just make sure we still got some for the actual day.” You said rolling you eyes with arms leaning on the bars of the balcony looking down at him “alright I gotchu ima just blow a few more,” y’all stayed in silence a bit watching as the fireworks popped and crackled. “Baby I can’t wait to see you in your little outfit tomorrow.” He said bluntly but you could hear the smile through his words. “Baby who says I’m going anyways?” “Oh come on baby you been talking bout showing off that little outfit since you got it.” “Baby, it’s just that it’s most of your friends not mine.” He chuckled and took his hold on the fireworks and turned around to face you. “Baby…” ony looked at her with a sad look “onyankopon. You not bouta quilt trip me with that look…”

The next day your at the pool party. Yes he did “convince” you. You were wearing you cute little pink swimsuit with a pink skirt as a cover up. “He was talking to his friends all day basically ignoring you. But you wasn’t Gon let the slide so you made a couple friends, but the dj started playing TGIF by Glorilla.

Which happens to be one of your favorites but since ony was always around you always had to listen in silence, but since he wasn’t here…

“It’s 7pm Friday it 95 degrees I ain’t got no nigga and ain’t no nigga ain’t got me! I’m bouta show my-” you felt somebody familiar behind you. It was no other than ony in his black swim trunks “what the fuck don’t you got? And what you finna show?” “Hi baby!” You said with a nervous smile “nuh uh don’t “hi baby” me. I should fuck yo lil ass up.” “Well baby you can’t really be mad! You left me by myself and-“

“F-fuckkk onyyy” he held your hands be behind your back while your face down ass up in the back seat of his sexccc ass, matte black Camaro he groaned with his head down watching your ass recoil…

A hour and a half went by and y’all came back to the party and chilled, this time you stayed by his side whole time. so you don’t do no more stupid shit.

After the party everyone was sent to a huge field and a whole bunch of fireworks starting going off, including ony’s. They’re where so pretty and bright, you sat on your knees a couple feet behind ony. He lit a fire work then backed up watching all the little flames burst into colors. after a couple rounds of fireworks everyone was down and went home..

You took a shower changed in to a loose crop top and shorts with no underwear / bra and got into bed putting your phone on charge and grabbing your iPad waiting for ony to come to bed. He walked in wearing some shorts and slide his body onto the bed, he kissed you cheek and went down to your neck and gave a couple kisses there, then he held your waist and you gave him a couple kisses. Then y’all feel asleep cuddled up together and your show still playing on your iPad..

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So y’all wanna know how he convinced y’all to go..?

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“Fuck onyyyy~~!” You said tugging on his hair while he goes down on your pussy “cmon baby I know you love it..” he mumble against your folds and looking up at you innocently like he wasn’t eating the soul out of you. “Onyyyy puhleaseee” you said throwing you head back almost falling of the edge of the bed. He slid a finger in your gaping hole, then 2.. then 3.. “baby are you gonna go..?” He said licking faster and pushing his fingers in and out of you faster and hard. “I’ll goo..! I’m goingtothepartyYYy~!” You said moving on his fingers with clit grazing his nose. “Good job mama..” He said with a smile lifting his mouth from you then slowly sliding his long monster machine inside…

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Hiii babes! Look I finally posted! Yauppp I did my big one! I posted !! (I’m too proud..).. anyways I hoped y’all liked this! 💗 I’ll be posting more soon!

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[morgluvsconnie]

BOUND, c.springer

chap.3 | language, kinda short (will make it up!!!) | chap.2

“when yo birthday again?”

“two days.” you sipped your margarita while looking up at connie. both of you were drunk, high, and out of it. you were at the bar spot once again, leaning against the counter. he did the same, looking down at you.

“you want sum?” he tilted his head.

“not from you.” you looked at connie through your lashes, smiling a little. he had a straight face for a few seconds, but started to smile. “don’t say ian ask you, ight?” he raised his brows.

before you could reply, a random guy came up to you.

“wassup.” he looked you up and down. connie frowned a little, backing up. “i guess ian here then.” he said under his breath, looking to the side and drinking from his cup.

“you fine, i saw you from over there.” the guy pointed backwards. you glanced back and looked at him. you had no damn idea where he was pointing.

“okay.” was all u said, taking a sip from your bottle.

“just tryna make sure you ain’t got no boyfriend. you pretty as hell.” the guy smiled. you smiled back and laughed. “thank you, but i got a boyfriend.” you tilted your head. connie looked at you with a confused face.

“ion see ‘em.” the guy looked around then at connie.

he looked back at you. “this him?” he frowned.

you looked at connie and connie looked at the guy. “if you ain’t cut off our conversation you woulda knew that.” he mumbled, looking him in the eye. the guy stared at connie for a second before squinting and looking at you. “ion believe it.”

“fuck you want us to do, kiss?” connie frowned again.

“he is my boyfriend. better luck next time.” you pat the guy on his chest, softly pushing him away. “you, you gotta work on your temper.” you pointed at connie.

“my temper? youn recall when you came to get that tattoo? and you welcome for helping you. shit.” connie shook his head and blew through his mouth. “crazy.”

“well ion remember. so.” you shrugged, taking one more sip from your margarita and turning around to go. “hol up, where you goin?”

“home.”

“you high. and drunk.” connie squinted.

“no i’m not.” you crossed your arms.

“look at yo eyes.” connie stared at you. you pursed your lips together. “i can’t cus i don’t have a mirror.”

connie scoffed. “you tryna get off, ight. go home if you want to.” he shrugged. “i will if you gimme my keys.” you held your hand out. connie looked down at his pocket and took the keys out. “these my damn keys.”

you looked at them. “oh.” you mumbled, reaching in your purse to get your keys. you laughed lightly at yourself and hummed. “okay, ima see you later.”

“you not driving home like that.” connie rested his eyes at you and grabbed your keys, walking off. “boy what the hell?” you frowned, quickly following behind him. “gimme my keys” you pushed him. “no.” he walked to the rest of the group. “aye sash. take y/n car home and catch mikasa back.” he tossed sasha your keys.

you frowned up at connie then looked over to sasha, furrowing your eyebrows. sasha shrugged her shoulders with a smile, making you roll your eyes and groan, and being forced to follow connie outside the club.

“you high too! you can’t drive me home.” you stopped at the door and leaned on the brick wall. “i can function when i’m high. ian even smoke as much as you. so come on.” connie kept walking.

you stayed in the same spot, making connie turn around and narrow his eyes before looking up at the sky and closing his eyes.

“every time you get drunk.” he mumbled.

“it’s not every time. i’m not drunk i’m just tipsy. i’m talking perfectly fine.” you looked the other way.

to you, you were talking perfectly fine. but to connie, it sounded stupid. real stupid.

“okay, you not drunk, you tipsy. now bring yo ass y/n.”

“noooo” you whined, turning away as connie walked over to you.

that’s when you felt yourself being lifted off the ground, and tossed over connie’s shoulder. “you so fuckin stubborn.” he mumbled, walking to his car.

as much as you felt like arguing, you just let it happen.

an attitude was planted on your face as connie drove you home. he’d glance at you every few seconds, making sure you were good. “stop lookin at me.” you mumbled, staring out the window. you picked up your phone to check the time.

“it don’t matter how many times you pick up that phone, it’s still gon be dead.” connie smiled, just to mess with you. you squinted and slowly turned towards him.

“shut the hell… up.” you blinked quickly before turning the other way.

of course he didn’t care about you being rude. you were drunk. he knew, obviously, how you acted when you were drunk. but he still had to let you know,

“ion know who the hell you talkin to like that.” he raised his eyebrows, eyes still rested on the road.

“you.” you rolled your neck and him before rolling your eyes.

connie leaned back, slowly nodding with a small smile. it was funny when you were mad. apparently.

“right here.” you pointed to the house nearby.

as he pulled in the driveway, he put the car in park and put his hands behind the seat. “get out.”

you look at him.

“i’m just playin, damnnn. big head.” he laughed, unlocking the car. as you got out, you closed the door behind you, walking around the car and looked back at connie, throwing up a middle finger.

connie smacked his lips and let the window down. “damn, no thank you?”

you walked to your door and got your house key out, which was with your mailbox key, and your moms house key. fumbling to find which one out of the three it was, you dropped them, getting frustrated.

you snatched them off the ground, stumbling back over to the car and passing connie the keys. “i can’t see which one says H.” you mumbled, waiting for connie.

he glanced at you and chuckled a little, giving you the right key. “don’t drink again.”

you waved him off and walked back over to your door, looking back at him. “thank you.” you said, unlocking you door.

“you good.” connie said back, letting the window back up.

chap.4

[wettvagina]

F MY BABY DADDY!

desc: eren, the father of your daughter, and your cock-blocking baby daddy, pays you a visit after he heard what you said about him on your instagram live a.n: shoutout to my DECEASED bd eren edot yeager, gone too soon , miss u everyday bae ://

TURNT UP TO THE MAX, I'M THE TRENDIN' TOPIC!

You looked at yourself in your pink vanity mirror, sitting on the pink, fuzzy-cushioned stool behind your vanity table, you smacked your lips after applying some pink, sparkly lipgloss, setting up your phone against the mirror, swiping on Instagram aimlessly as you awaited a message from your friend.

Seeing her name pop up on your notifications, you quickly tapped it, replying to her 'im gonna be there in 20' message with a thumbs up emoji. You sighed as you swiped on Instagram, tapping on the 'Go Live' icon, seeing your reflection on your phone screen.

You smiled slightly as you watched your views slowly increase, "Hey everybody." you greeted, you propped your phone on the mirror so everyone could see a better view of your outfit, you smiled and posed before coming closer to your phone screen to open the comments.

"Yes, I am going out." you chatted, "Just hoppin' on here for fun, I'm waiting on somebody." you smirked, "D'ya have a new man?" you read a comment, "Huh? No, that's why I'm goin' out." you snickered, "My dating life has been, so dry." you sighed to yourself, reading more comments.

"No, I swear, ever since- you know what, lemme stop." you playfully rolled your eyes as you skimmed through the comments, "You still with that guy." you read, the comment had originally wrote Eren, but you liked being petty so you chose not to say his name.

"No, I'm not with that guy, and I never was to begin with." you falsely clarified with a sigh, "I've been single." you smirked, "Y'know I see a lot of you in the comments, my dm's are open." you smiled to yourself, scrolling through the men thirsting for you in your comments.

"Okay, I'm gonna head out now. Probably gonna post later, bye y'all." you concluded, quickly ending the Instagram live, checking the time, only to find out that ten minutes had passed. You sighed to yourself, grabbing your purse and heels in your hand, you walked barefeet down the flight of stairs in your house, reaching near the enterance door, sitting on the floor as you strapped on your heels.

Once both of your heels were strapped on, you admired your fresh pedicure, you opened your phone once again to check the time, "Hm, might as well wait outside." you murmured to yourself, upon opening the door, you flinched and jumped back, almost screaming.

"What the- Oh!" you sighed, "Its you." you said as you looked up, seeing Eren standing with his hands in the pockets of his grey colored jeans, looking down at you with a serious face. "Damn, you scared me." you giggled, noticing his tense stare, "Can I help yo-", "Where are you going?" his deep voice questioned, "Out." you plainly state, Erens gaze looked up and down your body, smiling almost amusingly.

"Hm." he nods, "Where's my-" he begins, "Your daughter is at my friends house." you inform him, "Which friend, I need a name." he says immediately after, "Ymir." you state, rolling your eyes. "Just making sure." he clarifies, "Where else would she be?" you squint at him. "Well anyways, nice meeting ya'." you say as you attempt to walk past him.

"You're not going anywhere." you hear him say while his hand grips onto your wrist, "Boy, move!" you groan, Eren pulls you back inside your house, shutting the door behind him. "You must think that I don't care or something, but I watch your Instragram, I check your posts, your lives." he exclaimed, his grip loosening from your wrist.

"You're not single, so stop lying to people." he declares, "Are you out of your mind?" you ask him, a smirk tugging on your lips, "You're with me." he clarifies, sliding his feet out of his slides before entering the living room of your house.

"Eren, I broke up with you two weeks ago." you ranted, "Really? I don't recall." he beamed, throwing himself onto your sofa as he lazily sat on the cushion with his legs spread. "Why are you just standing there? Go change." he scoffed, "Bae, do you wanna watch a movie?" he asked while picking up the remote, "You got any snacks?" he went on.

You wanted to say you were amused, but you were used to this, you walked up to the coffee table in the middle of your living room, standing in front of Eren as he scrolled on Netflix using the remote, "Babe, you're blocking." you looked him dead in the eye as he spoke, you shook your head before sitting next to him on the couch, cursing at yourself mentally.

"You need help changing?" he asked, fingers tracing against the cloth that hugged your waist, his fingers traveled to the zipper at the back, slowly tugging on it, watching as the fabric become loose on you, "Hm, looks like you forgot to wear a bra." Eren smirks as your dress falls from your chest, "Good thing you're not going out anymore." he smiles, his face was close to yours, and you could smell the spearmint gum he was chewing on, paired with the scent of his cologne that had your panties dampening.

You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him feverishly, you propped yourself onto his lap, your chest pressing onto his and you could feel your nipples hardening as it jammed onto his plain black compression shirt. You instantly felt his hand around your waist, grabbing on your ass as he pulled you closer to him, his other hand rubbed soothing circles onto your spine, causing you to moan into his mouth.

His hands slipped your dress off of you, and his lips instantly latched onto yours once again, after one long, suffocating kiss, he pulled away, kissing on your neck as he whispered, "You know I love you, right?"

Eren's strong arm held onto your back as he placed your head on the cushion, moving on top of you, he kissing down from your neck, to in between your breasts, all the way down your stomach, stopping at your navel. You watched as he slowly pulled your panties off, smiling before hovering over you to kiss you, as he kissed you, you felt him lining the tip of his cock to your wet entrance, "Shit." you cursed as you felt his tip prodding at your entrance, Eren stroked your clit with his thumb while his hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly pushing himself into you.

You moaned when you felt him completely inside of you, his hand cradled the side of your face, as his finger stroked your cheek, kissing the corners of your lips as he slowly moved in and out of you, he watched as your face contorted to match the pleasure you were feeling, eyebrows pointed upwards, eyes wide and your lips parted. He smiled slightly, biting his lower lip as he increased his pace, "Oh shittt." his words leaving his mouth slowly as he looked down at his dick leaving and re-entering your pussy.

"Fuck, baby. 'M gonna get you pregnant, again." he whined, hooking your leg over his shoulder, his thrusts stayed at a steady pace, and his gaze was on you at all times, watching the faces you were making as he stared into your eyes.

His head turned away from your face, to kiss on your calves as he continued to slowly fuck you, savouring the way your pussy wrapped around his length, "Fuck, Eren. I'm gonna come." you moaned, feeling a sudden tightness in your lower stomach, Eren felt your walls clamp down on his dick, causing his dick to tensen inside of you, "S-Shit, me too.." he groans, soon you came all over his cock, feeling the warmness of his come paint your walls as you both slowly panted.

"Fuck." you sighed, Eren panted before smirking, laughing lightly. "I'm gonna move in." he exclaims.

[barleyo]

Roll of the Dice.

Armin Arlert X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Heyyy I hope y'all enjoy this piece, sorry if it seems rushed! I got this idea after overhearing a few friends talking about D&D and I knew I needed to make something Armin related for it!

Tags: older brother! Eren, brother's best friend trope, semi-public sex, slightly perv! Armin, nerdy shit, loss of virginity, male sub (?), handjobs, cream pie, unprotected sex

"Eren, where are you going?" (Y/N) crept down the stairs, her socks padding her steps. "Goin' out?"

Her brother nodded. "It's game night," he reminded her quietly, keeping his voice hushed since it was rather late.

"God, is hanging out with your little nerd troupe all you do?" She made her way down the stairs completely and felt herself gravitate towards the door with him.

"Whatever," he sneered, rolling his eyes. "Are you coming with me tonight or not?"

"Well, who's gonna be there? You know how I feel about some of your acquaintances."

"Most of 'em are busy tonight, but, uh, Connie, Sasha, Jean, Mikasa--"

"Jean? Really?" (Y/N) grimaced a bit. He was one of his friends that she couldn't stand. "Who's hosting?"

"If you'd give me a second, I'd be able to answer." Eren grabbed his keys off of the hook and pocketed them after giving (Y/N) and annoyed look. "Armin's hosting tonight."

Every Saturday night, her brother and his friend group, who she found to be absolute geeks, would meet up at one of their houses to play D&D. She could never grasp the game, but she often stuck around to keep her brother company during the matches...

Or that's what she told herself. Really, deep down, she knew she tagged along for Eren's childhood friend, Armin. He was the biggest nerd out of the whole group, but she had always been attracted to him. Even as kids, she was stuck to him like white on snow, never daring to leave her side. Eren's other friends would tease (Y/N) for her clinginess to the blond boy, but oddly enough, it didn't bother either of them. Armin was always patient, and she was always grateful for that.

Sleepovers, birthday parties, play dates, and as they got older 'hang out sessions.' Whenever Armin was at their house, (Y/N) was sure to be close to him. It started off simply enough: asking him if she could play with them as children, inviting him to play tea party with her and her stuffed animals (which he couldn't turn down, no matter how much he wanted to), and asking him to push her on the swing. Over time, however, it progressed. Once they had all grown into teens, she took a sharp... romantic edge with him. She'd snuggle up to him on movies nights and hide her head in his neck when she was scared, anything to be close to him. 

"Alright, I'll come tonight," she said. She grabbed her shoes from their spot in front of the door and urged Eren with her hands to get going.

"Oh, glad you guys could make it! Come on in, everyone else is already here." 

Armin held his front door open for the two, giving his trademarked 'sweet, yet constantly nervous' looking smile. 

"Thanks, man." Eren stepped inside, walking through the foyer to get to the group while (Y/N) staggered behind a bit to speak to Armin.

He shut the door and stood with his feet loosely planted. "So, uh, (Y/N), I didn't see you last week for game night."

"Hah, sorry to give you the slip like that. What, were you waiting up for me?" She could see his face warming up a bit, and she loved every second of it.

"No-! I mean, not exactly. I just thought I'd see you, you know. I-It was an exciting match, you would've had fun."

She quirked a brow at him, crossing her arms. "I would've had fun watching you guys play?"

"Well, that's why you come, isn't it? Plus, you don't have to just watch. I can teach you how to play. If you'd like that, I mean. Just, uhm--"

"Guys, hurry up. Connie's getting restless," Eren called from the living room.

"Yeah, I don't have forever to kick it with you guys," Connie said, audibly crunching chips while he spoke.

"Please, what else do you have going on, Con?" 

The distinct bickering continued in the background while Armin turned back to face (Y/N). "That's our cue, I suppose."

"Finally." Eren was perched lazily on a beanbag chair near the coffee table where the board was set up. "Let's get this party started, eh, guys?"

A soft cheer came from everyone.

(Y/N) scanned the scene quickly. Armin, of course, was sitting in the floor at the head of the table, like he always did. It was the best seat in the house, in his opinion, and as the Dungeon Master, he got first choice of seats. 

Eren and Mikasa were already sitting together, and she didn't want to third-wheel them. She liked Connie and Sasha, and she wouldn't mind sitting with them both, but she really didn't feel like getting snack crumbs all over her throughout the game from her two messy friends.

That left Jean.

She didn't absolutely despise him, but his energy was always off. His hugs lasted too long, and he made weird comments towards the girls in the group. It seemed that she would have to toughen up and sit next to him for the night.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Armin spoke from behind the Dungeon Master screen. "Would you want to sit with me tonight? That way you could see how to play."

Thank god for Armin, her little angel in disguise!

She immediately went over to him and took a seat on his lap, taking him a bit by surprise, but nobody in the group seemed to care much. She got herself comfortable and scanned over the various manuals and rules in the guide books in front of them both.

"Alright. Let's play!" (Y/N) said, giving a half-grin.

"The gang of orcs raise their weapons and challenge your troupe, how do you proceed--?" Armin's voice hitched in his throat.

(Y/N) began to mindlessly grind down on him, actually paying attention to the game in front of her for once. Armin was right, she was starting to enjoy it, but as she got lost in the game, her body started to act on its own.

"I grab my sword and raise it to the air, charging the monsters with my team following close behind."

"Eren, wait, we didn't agree on that," Connie whined, "I'm already injured from the last fight."

"Don't be such a pussy, you can tough it out."

"Stop bickering," Mikasa snapped at the two playfully, "you're both like two children."

"Armin, can you pass me the pretzels? Just slide the bowl over here, big dog." Sasha leaned forward over the table, ready to receive the large bowl of snacks.

He snorted at the name and obliged, pushing the bowl with his finger tips. However, as he pulled his arm back, he knocked his drink back onto not only his lap, but the girl on his lap.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, (Y/N)!" His voice was filled with sheer panic. "Shit, shit, shit, it's all over your shirt."

"It's fine, don't worry," she assured him. "Here, just take me to your room. I'll change into one of your shirts for the rest of the night and all will be forgiven, alright?"

He exhaled and nodded. She led him up the stairs to his room, walking through the halls like she knew the house like the back of her hand. 

"Here, you can go change in the bathroom," he spun around with a clean shirt in his arms, only to be met by (Y/N) already stripping. "Oh... or, I-I can leave!" He turned back around throwing his hands over his glasses and heading to the door.

"Armin," she said his name is her most sultry tone, "come back. Don't be shy." 

Her shirt and bra were long gone, leaving her bare chested in the cold room. Round buds caught Armin's attention, her pert nipples hardening at the air. 

"(Y/N), I don't think we should--"

"Then don't think. Don't think, and come here." She grabbed his hand and yanked him over to her. Wrapping her arms around his neck she leaned in close to his face and offered her lips to him. "I want this. Don't you?" She peered at him from behind her fluttering eyelashes, lips pouting. 

With that, he gave in. His kiss was eager, but precise and neat. It surprised her, most guys kissed as if they hee sex was the end goal: rushed and messy, letting their teeth clash against hers in the most unsexy way possible. But not Armin. Everything about him was tender and sweet. 

She wondered what it would take for him to get messy.

Breaking from the kiss, she pushed him to the corner of his bed. She fiddled with the zipper of his jeans and freed his leaking cock from his boxers.

"Wait, I want to make you feel good first," he protested, trying to flip the script and put her body under his.

"Hush. If you want me to feel good, you'll let me do what I wanna do, right?"

He slowly nodded as his face started to heat up. "R-right."

"Exactly. Now, do you like how this feels? When I use my hand like this?"

He felt her grab his length and give it a few teasing pumps, up and down, slow and firm. His cock kicked a bit in her palm.

"Please don't stop," Armin huffed, covering his mouth with his hand. It felt amazing, but he knew the walls in his house were thin; the others could hear them both if they were too loud.

She craned her neck over his lap as she stood in front of him. Thick, stretchy dribbled of spit connected with his tip. She smeared the spit and mixed it with his pre cum, rubbing her thumb around the thick head.

It was mean, she knew, but she had an idea. She crouched down to her knees and gave him a cheeky look. Her lips connected to his tip with a soft, sweet kiss. She gently opened her mouth to take his length, opening just enough for his tip. Hee tongue trailed around it, taking purchase specifically of a thick vein on the underside of his cock.

His pre cum left a glossy stain around her mouth and he shuddered at the view. He gripped the blanket under his and felt his cock twitch and fill her mouth, all too quickly.

"Oh my god," he whispered. "I didn't mean to do that so quickly, I'm sorry! I-it's just that you're so pretty and your mouth is so warm and wet," he explained while his face grew beet red. A gasp escaped his chest when she swallowed his cum, licking her lips and grinning.

"You're adorable." She removed her mouth from him with a pop. 

Armin grunted and his face visibly cringed. 'Adorable' wasn't what he was trying to go for, especially not during sex. "No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. You're so cute. I bet you're a virgin too, aren't you?" She cooed at him playfully, but it stung a bit.

He was, in fact, a virgin, but he felt the need to prove himself to her. He could cope with cumming early, that was relatively fine, but he knew how to pleasure a woman, and (Y/N) needed to know that he could. Porn and assorted hentai games had taught him well, he was just waiting for the chance to try out his moves.

"I'll show you what this virgin can do," he challenged. "Lay down, right here."

She took her place in the middle of his bed, laying flat on her back. "Like this?"

"Mm, stay still." He slotted himself between her legs on the bed. His hands made quick work of her shorts and panties, tossing them behind him into a crumpled pile on the floor. 

With his cock already sprung free, he moved his tip through her folds, collecting her slick over it. It was his turn to tease, his turn to make sure that she had more than her fill. And he knew exactly how, so he slid his length in to the hilt, bottoming out in her.

(Y/N) let her eyes squeeze shut. The initial sharpness of his thrust eventually eased into a soft wave of pleasure. 

"Hey, keep your eyes open, okay? I wanna see them. They're so pretty," he said, wiping the pricked tear from the corner of her eye. 

Armin's hips reeled back so he could start a steadier pace. He made short strokes, only pulling himself out of her halfway. When he pushed back into her cunt, he rutted into her, nudging his greedy cock into her most sensitive spot.

"You're so good at this, 's not fair. You-- oh, fuck!" Her legs started to wobble a bit, she could feel them starting to give out on her.

"You're so adorable," he mimicked her earlier words with a whisper, leaning down to her ear. He gave the lobe a nibble and traced his tongue around the shell of it.

Once her walls started to spasm around him intermittently, he knew he had her right on the edge of her orgasm.

"Are you gonna cum? I feel you clenching on me, you must be close." He tried to keep his voice steady, but the rasp in it gave away how close he also was. "Give it to me, (Y/N). You know you want to."

"Yes, I wanna cum so bad," she gasped sharply, gripping the fabric of his shirt. Her clenching started up again, but this time it was much more powerful. 

Armin hissed through his teeth, feeling the grip her cunt had around him. He couldn't pry himself out in time, and let his seed spill out, shooting deep into her. 

Neither of them moved for a moment. Armin was still inside, enjoying the thick, wet warmth. 

"You know, for a used-to-be-virgin, you fucked me real good, 'Min." (Y/N) shifted in the bed, turning to face the boy. She brushed a lock of his blond hair behind his ear and wiped at the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Ah, you think so? Maybe you should come over next week too, and we'll see if I can top my current high score."

[cherry-romper]

Loving You Sounds Like A Song

Playlist

+ Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kuroo, Kenma, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Akaashi, Ushijima, Tendo

Open to writing more characters!

Daichi; Locked out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

I'm born again every time you spend the night

'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven

You can make a sinner change his ways

Can I just stay here? Spend the rest of my days here?

Sugawara; Telepatia - Kali Uchis

Who would have thought, That it was possible, To make love by telepathy

You know I'm just a flight away, If you wanted you can take a private plane

We're connected although we're miles apart

I can hear your thoughts like a melody, Listen while you talk when you're fast asleep

Asahi; Would That I - Hozier

True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree

True that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me

Oh, but you're good to me, baby

with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet

Nishinoya; She Looks So Perfect - 5SOS

We work too damn hard for this just to give it up now

You look so perfect standing there, In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now that I'm so down

I got you name tattooed in an arrowed heart

Tanaka; Steal My Girl - One Direction

She's been my queen since we were 16

Her mum calls me love, her dad calls me son

Everybody wanna steal my girl

Couple billion in the whole wide worlds, Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Kageyama; King of my Heart - Taylor Swift

Salute to me, I'm your American queen

We rule the kingdom inside my room

'Cause all the boys in their expensive cars, With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars, Never too me quite where you do

King of my heart, body and soul

Hinata; Golden - Harry Styles

I know you were way to bright for me

You're so golden

I don't wanna be alone when it ends

Lovin' is the antidote

I know that you're scared because I'm so open

Tsukishima; R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

She's a silver linin' lone ranger ridin' through an open space

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me, I go crazy 'cause here's not where I wanna be

And I cant help myself, All I wanna hear you say is, "Are you mine?"

She's a silver linin', climblin' on my desire

Yamaguchi; Rose-Colored Boy - Paramore

I hear you making all that noise, About the world you want to see

But hearts are breaking, and the wars are raging on

You got me nervous, I'm right at the end of my rope

Just let me cry a little bit longer, I ain't gon' smile if I don't want to

My rose-colored boy

Kuroo; Shut Up and Drive - Rihanna

If you think you're the one, step into my ride

So if you feel me, let me know

My engine's ready to explode

Get me where you wanna go, If you know what I mean

Got a ride that's smoother than a limousine

Kenma; Ivy - Frank Ocean

I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me

It's quite alright to hate me now

When we both know that deep down, The feeling still deep down is good

We didn't give a fuck back then

Oikawa; Say It Right - Nelly Futado

You either got it or you don't, you either stand or you fall

You don't mean nothing at all to me

But you got what it takes to set me free

I could show you tonight

Iwaizumi; Die For You - The Weekend

I'm findin' ways to articulate, The feeling I'm goin' through

See it in your eyes, You hate that you want me

It ain't working 'cause you're perfect, And I know that you're worth it

Just know that I would die for you

Bokuto; Stargazing - The Neghbourhood

If I start, I just cant stop

Keep runnin' 'til we're lost

I can feel your heart beatin' with mine

Started with a spark, now we're on fire

Akaashi; Sofia - Clairo

I think we could do it if we tried, only to say, "You're mine"

You know I'll do anything you ask me to

But, oh my god, I think I'm in love with you

Baby you don't gotta fight ill be here 'til the end of time

Ushijima; SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - Joji

I don't want a friend, I want my life in two

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark

Don't follow me, You'll end up in my arms

Give me reasons we should be complete

Cant you see me?

Tendo; G.U.Y - Lady Gaga

I wanna be your G.U.Y

I'm aiming for full control of this love

love me, love me, please retweet

Let me be the girl under you that makes you cry

[dracoxsworld]

Heyy, I don’t know if you write for Fred, but if you do could you make one of those “having sex with …” with Fred? Thank youuu 🥰

Warnings: SMUT, SEXUAL CONTENT, 18+

Authors Note: Thank you so much for the request 🥹 These really help

me get the motivation in my brain goin’ lol. I hope you like it <3

Fred Weasley During Sex

This man.. is very possessive

Not in like a “I’m jealous” type of way but the type of way where he’s insistent to let everyone know that you’re his.

He’s very much into bondage I feel like low key, like either you being tied up or him being tied up he’s just automatically down for it

Given he’s the possessive type, public sex his something he rather enjoys, obviously keeping it low-key and not TOO obvious it’s happening but if there’s a certain witch/wizard who crosses a boundary… he will make sure they know

Man’s loves giving you a nice facial. He loves seeing your face dripping with his cum🫣

One time you both snuck into the Prefects bathroom

You both originally went there to just have a nice, relaxing bath on a Friday evening, he had just had a Quidditch game.

He went underneath the water and you felt his lips kissing you up your inner thigh, he came back to the surface with a smug smile on his face.

“Freddy! Not here,” you moaned from the absence of his touch, but knowing you can’t do anything there

You ended up on his lap, his cock twitching inside of you, bounding on his dick with his hand over your mouth because your moans were so loud.

George always teases you both, he’s under the impression your sex life is rather vanilla, boring and standard. Boy, is he wrong.

This man is allllll about choking. You love it, he loves it. He loves wrapping his hand around your neck while you both make out, you straddling his lap while his one hand is on your neck, the other exploring your body.

The man can never take his hands off of you, actually.

Totally a butt guy. 100%. Even if you think you’re as flat as a pancake, the man loves slapping your ass until it’s red and raw.

While teasing is something you both enjoy, your sex drives are so high and overpowering, you can’t help yourselves but to find the nearest broom closet if you’re in school, or finding *somewhere else* to take care of the frustration.

You once tried to purposefully make him jealous by playfully hitting another peers chest when he told a joke, Fred noticed this and grabbed you by your wrist. He didn’t even take you to a broom closet, he wanted to have you in his bed.

He brought you to his bedroom and immediately unbuckled and took off his trousers and boxers. His cock slapping him in the stomach as he did so.

He throat fucked you, watching as your pretty little eyes flicked up at him. “I wish Cedric could see this, love,” He moaned out. “His secret crush, on her knees for me, as my cock is fucking her pretty little throat.” He sneered, his head falling back.

“Fuck. Baby girl this is where you belong. Right here.” He said, gripping your hair. You moaned at his words.

Of course, it’s not all about him.

One time you wore a particularly smaller skirt to class, it was from the year before, and you had a growth spurt since, so it was a bit small on you.

At the end of the day, Fred sent you a note to meet him at his dorm room, so you did.

Immediately when you entered the door he picked you up by your waist, your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, causing your skirt to ride up exposing your ass.

Fred took this as an opportunity to of course grip dat ass

He loves fucking you, of course, but oral sex is his fave. He loves eating you out, and licking you clean afterwards *particularly* when you wear a skirt, because ya know, easy access.

Aftercare. Is soooo important to him.

Cuddling, taking a bath, doing your face care for you, boy really knows how to fix you up after he absolutely destroyed you.

Honestly so sweet, he always asks “I made you cum, right?” or, “Did i hurt you at all?” or “You know I love you so much, babygirl. You did so so good for me.”

Yeah, he’s pretty great 🫶

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❦

POISON.

JOEY BADA$$ AS UNIQUE FROM "RAISING KANAN" x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Unique & Jaedyn are the '90s version of the 2000s classic "Baby Boy." ✨

❦

"𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗕𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡' 𝗨𝗣 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡' 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗔 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧." Jaedyn mugged, looking behind the couch and watching Unique scan the refrigerator, as Unique secretly rolled his eyes and grabbed a bottle of water.

"you actin' like you was gon' die cause i left you, Jae'," Unique retorted, closing the fridge, "i had to handle my bid'ness, i was gon' come back."

"yeah, after three months of runnin' the streets with Worrell doin' i don't know what." Jaedyn mumbled under her breath, yet Unique heard her loud and clear as he sipped on his water.

"Jaedyn, don't start this shit again. you knew what it was when you met me." Unique warned, swallowing his gulp of water, as he twisted the lid back onto the bottle and Jaedyn scoffed before looking back at him.

Jaedyn and Unique were as toxic as you could imagine. they always claimed they were done with each other and somehow ended up back in each other's embrace. their good times didn't last long, however, because Jaedyn would always argue with him about little things he did that'd get under her skin, like him staying out for several days because he was too caught up in his street shit.

"Kadeem, you so full of shit. when i met you, you only stayed out until around 1 or 2 o'clock in the mornin'. and i was fine with that 'cause i knew you had shit to do. but lately, you been comin' home days later, and i'm not fuckin' with it," Jaedyn spat as she raised onto her knees and rested her arms against the back of the couch, "you been fucking around, huh?"

"you know damn well i ain't been fuckin' nobody." Unique mugged, looking at her with furrowed brows.

"let me smell ya dick." Jaedyn blurted out, crossing her arms, as Unique scoffed and shook his head.

"gone with that bullshit, yo. that's childish as hell." Unique dismissed as Jaedyn laughed humorously and got up from the couch.

"nah, nigga, let me smell it! you been gone for the past few days and think you can just come in here like shit sweet?! ain't a damn thing in this bitch sweet!" Jaedyn exclaimed, storming into the kitchen, "drop them drawls and let me smell it, Kadeem, i'm not fuckin' playin'."

"and you think i am? i ain't droppin' shit, you overreactin' like a muh'fucka', yo." Unique defended, looking down at the woman, as Jaedyn looked up at him and narrowed her eyes at him, looking him up and down before scoffing.

"you know what... nigga, i hate you. i hate you so fuckin' much," Jaedyn scoffed, shaking her head, as she walked away from him, "you one selfish and egotistical ass nigga, K."

"yeah, i hear it a lot, shorty." Unique shrugged nonchalantly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked towards the front door, opening it and attempting to slam it behind him but Jaedyn stopped him.

"oh, you 'bout to go fuck that bitch, huh?! that's where you goin'?! you just gon' walk out when i'm talkin' to you?!" Jaedyn purposely shouted, gaining the attention of bystanders that were either driving or on the sidewalk, "whatever, nigga, i don't need you to be here! i'm tired of sittin' up in this house not havin' a man next to me when i want 'cause he'd rather be runnin' the streets with his niggas! ooh, i hate you!"

"Jaedyn, take yo' ass back in the house or i swear to God, i'ma hurt you." Unique demanded lowly, his jaw clenching, as he reached into the pocket of his fur coat and pulled out his car keys before Jaedyn quickly snatched them from his grasp and stuffed them in the pocket of her sweatpants.

"no, fuck all'at! i hate you, 'Nique! i fuckin' hate you, i swear to God!" Jaedyn hollered, pushing his forehead with two of her fingers, as Unique grabbed her wrist with one hand and grabbed her throat with the other, making her grip his wrist while her jaw clenched.

"i hate yo' ass too, Jae'. there, i said it. you happy now, yo? now take yo' ass back in the house, stop embarrassin' yo'self in front of all these muh'fuckas', and give me my fuckin' keys." Unique growled as he aggressively let her go and Jaedyn scoffed before pushing him, causing him to stumble slightly but not drastically.

"fuck you, these motherfuckas', and these keys, nigga, you ain't goin' nowhere!" Jaedyn retorted, taking the keys out of her pocket, as she slightly turned around and threw them through the open front door, watching them land on the floor.

"see, why you always gotta' show yo' ass in public, Jae'?! you think this shit cute?!" Unique exclaimed, his brows furrowing, as Jaedyn stepped closer to him and her eyes slightly narrowed at him.

"nigga— fuck you, 'Nique! fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Jaedyn yelled, jabbing her index finger into his clothed chest with every "fuck" that left her melanated lips.

"fuck you too, yo! you ain't gon' be satisfied 'til i shut you up my damn self." Unique warned menacingly, as Jaedyn smacked her lips and rolled her eyes, laughing in amusement.

"fuck you, nigga, you ain't gon' shit!"

—

"oh, f-fuck! yesssss, don't stop! ooh, d-don't stopppp!" Jaedyn cried, her brows furrowing, as she balled up the sheets in her hands and felt an aggressive tug on her hair, her back now against Unique's broad chest while her eyes rolled back into her head.

"you still hate me, shorty? huh?" Unique growled in her ear, letting go of her hair and wrapping his hand around her neck, as he roughly squeezed the sides of it and harshly smacked her ass, making a loud moan fall from Jaedyn's lips while her ass stung from his slap.

"n-no! no, Daddy, i-i swear i don't hate youuuu!" Jaedyn moaned loudly, throwing her head back against his shoulder, as soft kisses were placed on the side of her face and her earlobe and one of her hands let go of the sheets to tightly grip her man's wrist.

"tell me you love me, mama. tell Daddy you love him." Unique smirked smugly against the side of her face, gently tugging at her earlobe with his teeth, as Jaedyn squealed loudly and her lips sat ajar, her nails slightly digging into Unique's wrist while she succumbed to his pleasure.

"ooh, i love you! f-fuck, i love you so much, Kadeem!"

❝ KNOW YOU RIDE IT RIGHT. I MIGHT JUST DIE TONIGHT. BUT YOU KNOW I'M STILL COMIN' THROUGH, BABY. ❞

"you know these other bitches can't top you, mama. so why you actin' like that, yo? hm?" Unique cooed into her ear, his hips gyrating into hers, as Jaedyn whimpered feebly in response and her brows furrowed, "you know i be busy and i be out late, but you know i'ma always come back home to you, baby."

"i-i know, Daddy... i knowwww..." Jaedyn whined, a stray tear rolling down her cheek, as her vision faltered and her eyes rolled back, a broken moan falling from her lips at feeling Unique's tip jab into her spot.

"so, why you actin' crazy, shorty? why you showin' out like that?" Unique mumbled in her ear, his unoccupied hand caressing her side, as Jaedyn's body tingled from his touch and her hips slightly jolted in his arms, "you missed me, huh, baby?"

"y-yesssss! yes! i-i missed you so muchhh!" Jaedyn cried as her thighs began to tremble and her jaw dropped, "ooooh, i'm 'bout to cum! i'm 'bout to cummmm!"

❝ I KNOW IT'S BAD FOR ME. AND YOU KNOW IT TASTES SO SWEET. I THINK I NEED YOUR ABUSE, BABY. ❞

"y-yes! oh, my God, you feel so good!" Jaedyn moaned loudly, her arms wrapping around his neck, as she bounced up and down hastily on Unique's lap and her head flew back, her silk-pressed hair beginning to frizz up due to sweat and the humidity in the room.

"this pussy so fuckin' good, yo," Unique groaned, his brows lightly furrowing, as he bit down on his lip and his grills glistened under the light in the room, "and you think them bitches could top this... can't nobody top you, you heard? the shit that you do for me is somethin' that can't be replicated, mama. i ain't goin' nowhere, girl. and neitha' are you, you heard?"

"i ain't goin' nowhere... i ain't goin' nowhere..." Jaedyn panted breathlessly, feeling his arms wrap around her torso tightly, as Unique matched the pace of her hips and began to thrust aggressively from underneath her, "oh, fuck! o-oh, m-my— f-fuck, you're so biggggg!"

❝ GIRL, YOU DO DAMAGE TO ME. KNOW I LOVE IT, YEAH, I LOVE YOU. AIN'T NOTHING BETTER FOR ME NOW. ❞

"yeah? you feel me, shorty?" Unique cooed, smirking, as he looked up at her and watched her nod her head vigorously, "tell me what'chu feel, baby."

"i-i feel Daddy's dick!" Jaedyn cried, her nails digging into his shoulders, as she threw her head back for a second time and her brows furrowed, making a smirk spread across Unique's face while he kissed her neck and collarbone.

"you love Daddy's dick, princess? hm?" Unique smirked, smacking and gripping her asscheeks, as tears of pleasure began falling down Jaedyn's face and she let out a sob.

"i-i love Daddy's dickkkk!" Jaedyn sobbed, holding onto Unique tightly, as her legs began to tremble for a second time and a loud whine fell from her lips.

❝ GIRL, YOU DO DAMAGE TO ME. KNOW I LOVE IT, YEAH, I LOVE YOU. AIN'T NOTHING BETTER FOR ME NOW... ❞

Jaedyn and Unique engaged in a sloppy and lustful lip-lock as both of her legs rested on his shoulders, his body weight on top of hers while her knees rested against her shoulders. she cupped his face in her hands and held his face close to hers as their heavy breathing filled the kiss while their tongues wrestled passionately, occasional moans and groans filling the kiss while the bed rocked underneath them.

they might've been toxic but the sex was what kept them coming back. no other man could put it down like Unique and no other woman had good coochie like Jaedyn. the sex pulled them back to each other every time, and no matter the circumstance, they'd always find their way back to each other.

pulling away from the kiss, their foreheads rested against each other's as Unique bit down on his bottom lip and breathy moans left Jaedyn's ajar lips, her brows furrowing while her finger gently slid through the gold hoop in his ear.

"i-i love you, Kadeem..." Jaedyn breathily whimpered, looking up at the man, as Unique slightly smiled and gently pecked the woman on the lips.

"i love you more, Jae'."

❝ ...THAN YOUR POISON, BABE. ❞

[whoreish-behaviour]

Revenant 4

Previous - Next

Na'vi!Colonel Quaritch x Na'vi!Reader

Warnings >~< = None, next chapter ;)

'Food.' A green package was dumped on the table in front of where you sat, legs crossed and back to the wall.

The blue soldier stared down at you, eyes flickering to your bandaged tail before snapping back to yours.

He had a hand on his belt, stance wide and sucking the very air from the room, leaving you choked up.

As much as you hated to admit it, he dripped the essence of dominance and assertion, his status here very clearly above yours.

That knowledge made you shield in slightly, ears flat as you looked at each other.

However, no matter how much he made you want to naturally obey his commands, your pride wouldn't allow it.

He was no leader to you.

You lazily looked to the so called 'food' before turning your nose up at it, a scowl set deep on your face.

You heard him sigh, sick of your desire to never listen.

Out the corner of your eye, you saw him shift forward and you immediately tried to shuffle back, the wall preventing you.

He kneeled in from of you, knees a few inches form yours and shoulders shadowing over you.

You still refused to look, aqua eyes set on the wall.

'What you goin' to eat then?' He questioned, hands gesturing in front of him.

You didn't utter a word, brain picking apart his words to understand what he was saying.

'You wanna starve? Kill yourself before you even make it back home?' He prodded, pushing for any sort of reaction from you other than your silence.

He felt his patience push at your lack of response.

'Fine - don't answer but I aint force feeding no one. I'll only offer food once, refuse and you don't eat.' He stood back up and turned away, tail narrowing missing your face..

Only as he approached the table, hand reaching for the ration, did you finally speak up.

'Hunt' You word lingered in the air but you knew he had heard you.

'I want to hunt.' You clarified, eyes trained on him as he looked over his shoulder at you.

'You think you behave well enough for me to allow you to hunt?' He turned slowly, disbelief clear on his features. You narrowed your eyes, fists clenching.

'I hunt or starve.'

'This has a tracking devise in it, you try anything and we'll be able to track you, understand?' He shouted, the wind blowing loud and hard as he tapped the collar around your neck.

You looked at him, eyes widening but no answer.

'Do you understand?' His Na'vi was slow and broken but you understood his question, shaking your head.

'Spider! Tell her what I said.' He waved, head turning away and facing the open side of the helicopter.

Never before had you ever been in one, the place small but littered with guns, ammo and seats. You observed your surroundings as Spider translated the Colonel's words.

Once you gave the green light that you understood, you felt the flying machine lower, the ground coming closer and closer.

You crawled closer to the opening where the colonel kneeled, watching in amazement at the sea below - the clear water never looking better.

You had missed it deeply.

The Colonel watched you quietly, making sure you didn't hang too far out the helicopter from your sitting position, your hair whipping around your face and neck.

It was then that he saw you smile for the first time, your cheeks almost turning chubby and revealing dimples as you grinned wildly at the water below.

He then watched as your lips pucker together, oddly cute chirp like sounds leaving them.

Finally shifting his gaze down, he saw exactly what you were doing.

You were calling to them, the creatures that lived below the surface of the water - who flew up and out the blue abyss, scales reflecting the light and sparkling.

A giggle left you at the splashing sounds from below, long snake like things answering your calls with their own.

By now part of the crew had gathered to see the interaction - Spider included.

You sensed the looming boy over your shoulder, turning to face him gently.

'Do you want to try?' You asked, smiling at his dumbstruck face.

He nodded and pressed in beside you, shoulder to shoulder.

You showed him how to move his lips and what sound to replicate, his coming out odd but a call nevertheless. Gesturing to the water, you watched as he repeated what you had done.

The colonel watched on, an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watched the two of you interact.

You were teaching him, an almost motherly glow surrounding you as you showed him your ways, laughing when he unknowingly shouted their mating call.

The colonel told himself that his utter interest in you was because you were different, new - an insight into what he wished to find out.

That was the only conclusion he came to.

However it still didn’t explain his softening posture, your eased state allowing him to relax again the side of the helicopter, eyes not missing anything as you basked in a taste of your homeland

'I see your head go under that water, I will not hesitate to shoot you. You have half an hour before I want to back on the chopper.' The colonels voice was gruff as he gave you strict orders, tail whipping around him and hand on his gun.

During the ride here, Spider had so graciously blessed you with a quick english refresh, pointing to things on the flying machine.

Helicopter.

Gun.

Shoot.

Dead.

Ocean.

Colonel.

That was how you learned that the blue soldier who seemed to be in charge of you was called a 'Colonel'.

Sky people did always have such odd names.

You nodded at the orders given to you, quickly turning and beginning to walk thigh-deep into the clear water below.

You made sure your tail was up and didn't graze the water, not wanting to be shouted at by the 'colonel' for getting your bandage wet.

You tried to forget about the four guns aimed directly at you, not wanting that to effect a good hunt.

Drawing your knife, the one the colonel threw at your feet after you all left the helicopter, you kept it at your side ready.

Positioning yourself in a stance for balance, you watched the water ripple in waves, looking for movement and shadows beneath the surface.

Once your eyes landed on your target, you felt your body shoot adrenaline through you as your hand holding the knife shot through the water and straight through the fish.

Instantly lifting it up and out the water, your other hand grabbed the body as you removed the knife before plunging it deep between its head and body, stopping all it's movement.

Once you was sure it was dead, you turned and threw it ashore, landing it next to Spider. The boy grimaced at the fresh kill before picking it up by the tail and holding it.

You repeated that until you heard the Colonel bark to you that it was time to go.

Your ears flattened at his voice, your grip on the knife loosening in defeat as you turned to him.

You had almost forgot why and how you where here.

Despite his words, you didn't find it in yourself to move, the waves of the sea brushing up along your legs.

Immediately sensing your disobedience, the Colonels ears flattened in anger, his face set with a deep scowl.

'I won't tell you again, move it!' His tail whipped left and right, his body rigged with tension as he pointed to the helicopter. You clenched your fists before you looked at the 4 blue soldiers behind him.

They were all waiting for you to make a move, wanting a reason to raid your body with bullets.

But you refused to give it to them.

It felt wrong walking back to the land, like you were walking straight to deaths door, your coffin waiting to lock you inside until you breathed your last breath.

You kept your eyes down as you sheepishly held out the knife to the Colonel, not having the strength to face his angry eyes.

You could practically feel them glaring at you as he snatched the weapon away before his large hand grabbed your upper arm, dragging you along as he walked to the helicopter.

You didn't resistant or whine at his tough grip, just trailed behind quietly.

'How can you eat that raw?' You watched as Spider poked his tongue out and looked away, your eye brows furrowing at his question.

'You don't?'

'No!'

You shrugged before chewing on another slice of fish. You were back where you had woken up before, mask around your neck and your kill gutted and bagged for you.

You were in a different room this time - this one having a massive window to view outside and littered with glowing machines, people sitting behind them on chairs.

You had one hand tied to a pole, the orange plastic digging into your skin as you sat on the floor.

Spider was with you as well, although he had no restraints. You wondered why as you ate, watching him.

He seemed conflicted but you didn't bug or pry, looking away when he felt your gaze.

Up ahead, you saw the Colonel talking to another sky creature, the size comparison vast. His shoulders were set wide, his back to you.

His body was muscle upon muscle, something you hadn't seem much off. The people from your village were slim and fast, strength wasn't as valuable as speed.

You couldn't help but observe his movements. The way each muscle was highlighted under his clothes, very obviously there, drew you in.

You didn't notice Spider's eyes on you until he cleared his throat in a almost condescending way.

You looked to him quickly, acting as if you hadn't been staring at the man who practically kidnapped you.

'So, I was thinking more about your escape plan.' Your ears perked up.

'You should use the vents, they're those things near the ceiling' He nodded to where they were.

'They're in every room for ventilation and with your height, you'd have no problem climbing one - only issue is I have no idea which way you'd have to go.'

You looked down as he spoke, absorbing his words and envisioning your escape.

'I’ll do it.' You spoke quickly, looking up and at him.

'Did you hear what I said about-' You nodded briskly, hair moving from your emphasis.

Spider watched you for a few more seconds, his eyes unsure before blowing out a breath.

'Ok, ask to use the bathroom. There should be a vent in there.' He looked to the Colonel before back at you and you understood what you had to do.

Dropping your food, you turned to the blue soldier ahead.

'Colonel!' Your accent was heavy as you spoke but you saw his ears twitch nevertheless.

He looked over his shoulder at you, eyes hooded and checking over you to make sure nothing bad had happened before turning to his superior.

'Lieutenant.' He nodded respectfully before beginning to make his way over to your eager form sat on the floor.

Stopping in front of you, he looked down at your staring light eyes.

'Yes?'

'Bathroom. Please?' You pulled at you restraint slightly as if to remind him.

The colonel looked towards his son, who refused to even acknowledge his existence and then back at you before nodding once, eyebrows raised.

You watched as he leaned over you, his body seeping warmth, and undid the handcuff. Taking your arm in his grip, he helped pull you to your feet.

You took a second to shake your legs, your seat on the floor making them numb slightly.

The colonel watch the flesh move before catching himself and looking away, ears flattening.

Deeming yourself ready, you nodded at him - offering your arm for him to hold and pull you.

Not expecting your willingness, he eyed you cautiously before talking it down to you really needing to go in his head and beginning to direct you to the bathroom.

'I’ll wait here.' You saw him nod at you once you had made it down the hallway and in front of a door.

Wasting no time, you pushed it open and closed it again behind you.

Immediately your eyes darted to the walls, zeroing in on the small square in the far corner. It was above this thing on the ground that had a hole in it.

You looked over it quickly to deem that it was safe to stand on before using it as a boost to reach the vent.

Your hands shook slightly as you pried the thing open as quietly as possible.

The dark abyss before you threw you off slightly but you shook your head and continued on. There was no going back now.

It was easier that you guessed as you crawled your way in, the space big enough to manoeuvre enough in. However you struggled to lift your waist up, grunts leaving you as you tried again and again.

Huffing, you rolled onto your back instead, using your hands to pull yourself further in.

Everything was going good when you suddenly caught you knee on the top of the vent, a loud bang echoing in the air. You stilled immediately, ears twitching to see if the door was being opened.

It was silent, until the door of the vent fell, a loud and very evident crash! piercing through the room, the metal dropping harshly to the floor.

You then knew you didn't have a second to waste, flipping back over and trying to crawl further, forearms and elbows already sore from the friction.

The Colonel’s ears perked at the loud bang echoing from the room you had entered not even 2 minutes ago.

Gritting his teeth, he flung open the door, knowing that you didn't know locks were a thing.

His eyes immediately landed on your legs hanging out the vent, his fists clenching at his sides.

'You'll never stop with these cheap tricks huh?' He practically growled before pouncing over to you, tail swinging behind him.

You gasped when you felt your calves being grabbed by two hands, using their strength to pull you back. You placed your hands on either side of the vent, refusing to go any further down.

It was obvious the Colonel had come to get you.

'No!' You shouted down at him, beginning to kick your legs form his grip. Between your wiggling and trying to crawl away, you were able to shake him off.

Drawing your knees up as much as you could to escape his grabbing hands, you looked down at his angry face - panting out.

Your connected eyes, his narrowed ones set on your almost curled up body before he hissed at you, hand still attempting to reach you.

You made sure to tuck your tail before turning away and making your way down the vent, the surface cold against your skin.

'You get back here!' Your ears twitched painfully as the colonels voice shook the walls around you but you continued.

You were finally getting out of here.

Just rewatched Avatar 2 (yayy) and realised that the time of events so far means that they're on a ship - if that makes sense. Before I was writing as if they were at camp, but they're not!

Part 5

Kofi <33

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[pabtsblueliving]

Hot Summer Georgia Nights

Really wanted to write this from the poll ( it had the most votes ) even though i left voting up for a few hours LOLLL

Here’s how you and Daryl met :) Enjoy <3 xoxo

warnings: mention of abuse, cigarette smoking, and slightest mention of drugs/alcohol.

pabtsblueliving © 2023

Your sitting in the hot sun on the porch with Judith, sun beating down and the summer bugs chirping reminded you of those times that felt almost like yesterday.

You had known the Dixon brothers from the oldest boys endeavors; drugs, drinking, girls, and trucks. You never knew him well though, You had grown up a few homes down from them, and you were the same age as the youngest, Daryl. 

You were in a lot of the same classes as Daryl in high school. He was quiet, reserved, has a few friends but never made himself too known. You often took walks around your neighborhood when the heat was too much to bear in your home, often walking by the Dixon residence…sneaking a peak at Daryl, crouched down next to a motorcycle with a cut-off button up shirt.

Not to his knowledge, at least then, you had always had a thing for him. His eyes, his spikey unruly hair, his muscles, his voice. Everything, You’d just been afraid of rejection.

There was a particularly sticky day, and luckily there was a public pool open during the summer a few blocks away from your home. You and some friends had to head over to beat the heat.

You were perched on a towel, feeling parched. Your two girlfriends face down, attempting to gain a sunkissed tan while sitting by the side of the pool. 

“I'm gonna go grab a soda, you guys want?” You asked, putting your sunglasses on top of your head.

They both smiled and declined, thanking you. You adjusted your suit and made way to the snack bar. You were waiting in line when you saw him. Daryl. He was with his two other friends, heading your way. You looked over, then went back to paying for your soda.

You turned around to walk back to your friends when your and Daryls’ shoulders knocked together, your soda flying out of your hand. You sighed and knelt down and he turned around quickly. 

“Sorr’ bout’ that…” He spoke quietly, he scratched the back of his head.

“No…I…Didnt see where I was going.” You said, a rose color spreading across your cheeks.

He looked towards his friends, they shook their heads and had a questionable look. Daryl looked towards you as you picked up your cup.

“Le’ me just…get you nother’ one. I owe you…” He dug his hands into the pockets of his swim trunks, pulling out a few dollar bills.

“Wait, no its ok seriously…I didnt wan-” He cut you off, handing you a new soda. 

“I don’ mind” He gave you a small smile. You returned it.

“Thanks” You blinked and he continued on to his friends, and you did to yours.

A few hours later, you were on your porch, smoking a cigarette. You heard crashing and yelling a few houses down, you tried to look, but didnt feel like moving from your spot. 

“...Yeah, and screw you asshole!” You heard a familiar voice yell, and then a door slam. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you took another drag turning your head, then you saw him under the street lights,

He gruffed and rubbed his eyes, then feeling your presence. He turned to you and walked over,

“Hey, could’ I git on’ of those?” He mumbled

“Yeah, sure” You gave him a smile and met him at the broken gate of your front yard.

You handed it to him, and gave him a light.

“Wait…I kno’ you.” He looked at you.

“You made me drop my soda” You chuckled

He shook his head and sighed, “Damn, yeh. Sorry bout’ that…” He blushed a bit and took another drag.

“Do you…” You pointed to your porch, “wanna sit?” You asked, this was a long shot. 

He looked over to his house, then back to you, and looked down. He rocked on his feet. On the inside you screamed at him to say yes.

“Beats goin’ back there.” He mumbled. You smiled and opened the gate, letting him in. He sat on the steps.

You both sat, and smoked in silence before you spoke up.

“Ive seen you around, youre Merles brother right?” You asked

“Jesus, unfortunately…” He said, chucking his cigarette. “But uh…yeah, youre in my history class, I seen you too.” He said

“So you do recognize me…not just cause you spilled my soda…” You smirked a bit, and lit another cigarette, handing it to him.

“Yeah I guess, whatever.” He scoffed, and smiled a bit…

Present Day: Alexandria

“...Y/N…Y/N!” Daryl snapped his fingers.

You shook your head, “what?” you asked looking up at him, judith playing with a set of cars next to you.

“You here? You looked like you were on another planet.” He stated, taking a seat next to you.

“Yup, just…reminsiting.” You smiled, and Daryl gave you a sweet smile and gave you a kiss on the head.

“What? The heat reminding you of those hot summer georgia nights?” He raised an eyebrow. 

You looked at him, and gave him a kiss.

“Exactly.” You smiled.

[asmileforyourscrapbooks]

It's the summer of 2001.

Joe meets Patrick and he’s like, “Yo! i know about music.” and Patrick’s like, “Yo! I know more about music~!” “THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!111 ...Do you wanna start a band?” and Patrick’s like, “Yeah, that’s cool” and then he’s like, “Yo! this is a bookstore, it’s not a music store!” And then they met at Patrick���s house. so, Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playing drums for some fuckin’ reason. and Pete’s there for some reason. they start playing music together and they’re like, “oh, let’s play some fucking covers from some other bands!” there was like Green Day, and fucking Misfits, and fuckin Ramones. Pete said to Joe, “Yo! We gotta change this shit up!” — HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH — *sips beer* — “Yo, we played all these bands, let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy” and so Pete and Patrick were like, “Yo, that’s dope. but we need a fucking drummer!” because Patrick’s playing drums and he’s a singer! Patrick’s like, “Yo! I got a soul voice!” and they’re like, “wait! how do you have a soul voice?” and he’s like, “Yo, watch this – YEAAAAAYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAEEEEEEEHEEEEEYEEEEHEEEEHHH” and they’re like, “ Oh my God, that sounds like soul!” so they put it in a song, it was like, “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHTTTTTTT” — THHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH — and then they’re like, “Yo, that’s fuckin perfect. this is fall out boy” — *drinks beer* —

And they made records like ‘Evening out with your ex-girlfriend’ Evening out with your ex-girlfriend everybody loves it — “It’s called evening out with your girlfriend” — With your ex-girlfriend? It’s called evening out with your ex-girlfriend. It’s called eating out your girlfriend and it’s real and it doesn’t matter.

And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like, “yooo, what the fuuuuuck!!?? YO THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKIN DOOOPE” so they made a record and it was called ‘Take This to Your Grave’. They made it without a drummer! and they had like three, four drummers come in; the four drummers ahead come in were like Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from Toto — tnghhhh — the fourth one was like the guy from like Papa Roach or something. And they’re like, “Yo, we need Andy Hurley.” “Andy Hurley, Take This To Your Grave, fuckin record it.” And he did it and he killed it and he was like, “BEGEDEGEDUGUDLULULUHHHLAHLAH BSHHH” Killin the skins! Tappin the skins! Tappin the rim! Playing the shit! Killin these bitches! Wrappin it out! — THAHAHA YOU’RE GETTING A FUCKING TATTOO RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING OON!!?? —

“We should get signed to Fueled By Ramen, cuz these guys know what the fuck is going on” they were like, “yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is which is not fucking hard -” — tnghhh — “- we will sign you guys” he was like, “yo! we got this record that’s fuckin dope dude!” it’s called Take This To Your Grave. It’s called From Under The Cork Tree, it’s gonna be fucking huge. And then Patrick was like, “I gotta keep it real. I gotta keep it artistic. These are - These are three songs that are gonna make the album it’s called — *burp* — this is called Thnks Fr Th Mmrs, Twenty Dollar Nosebleed, and Sugar, We’re Goin Down. And they made this record that was fuckin dope and they fucking hit on the charts like ONE, TWO, THREE! THREE, TWO, ONE! THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEEENNN! TEN TO ONE! From Under The Cork Tree sold like four million records… ten million records… FIFTEEN MILLION RECORDS!

And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record! And Patrick was like, “THAT’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD”

Pete was like, “Yo, fuck you! I can do whatever I want!” Joe was like, “Yeah, that’s cool man whatever I don’t give a shit” and then Andy was like, “Eh. Cool!” and Pete was like, “Makeup is fuckin great for a guy because it makes a guy look beautiful which a lot of times a guy is not beautiful and i wanna change that. I wanna make sure that everybody thinks that guys are beautiful”

— SPIT. SPIT. SPIT. “I’m good so far” “Do you wanna spit one more time?” “Yeah, I do.” SPIT. SPIT. SPIT. NGHHH SHUT THE FUCK! HAHAHA OH FUCK ALRIGHT ALRIGHT —

Pete was like, “Oh my god! I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!” and then I saw the dick pic and I was like, “Eh, it’s not bad! It’s not a bad dick. Let’s be real.”

We made Rolling Stone one issue before Fall Out Boy and Fall Out Boy made the issue right after us and they were so PISSED! they were like, “yo, fuck you guys!” They’re like, “YO PANIC! HAS THE FUCKING COVER OF ROLLING STONE!? YO FUCK THESE DUDES WE’RE GONNA FUCKING GO MILES ABOVE! WE’RE GONNA HIT EVERY FUCKING CONTINENT THERE IS KNOWN TO MAN!” but they didn’t! because they missed a second of time! Apparently, they were like, “Oh shit we got every continent!” When they didn’t actually hit it.

Dude, Pete was like, “WHAT THE FUCK!?!?” OOOOH YOU DIDN’T FUCKIN MAKE THE CONTINENT! IT’S LIKE FUCK YOU!

So From Under The Cork Tree happens we fuckin have three four years of awesomeness like people were coming on themselves cuz it’s so big.

Alright, so Fall Out Boy was like —

So Patrick was like, “Yo we’re gonna name this record From ooo - From Under The Cork Tree and from Inninity from EHEHAHA From Infinity on High.

Pete was like, "Yo, Folie A Deux means the theatric of two” — “The Madness of Two” “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” —

Fall Out Boy was like, “Yo, we gotta take a break” meaning Pete was like, “Yo, we gotta take a break bro” and Patrick’s like “I need time for my music - OOOOUUNGHHH” and Joe’s like, “Yo, I need time to find the fuckin art dude i gotta find some fuckin muh-metal” and andy’s like, “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin metal bands :D” and they’re like, “Alright, this break’s from like three years long two years long three years long three and a half?” “we gotta fuckin come back man we gotta come back STRONG”

— YOU TOOK MY BEER AWAY WHAT THE FUCK “you poured it all over yourself” —

“We gotta make this shit legit, it’s gonna be fuckin dope it’s gonna go fuckin sky high! we’re gonna make a fuckin record that sails the skies!” “skieees” “we’re gonna call this record: Save Rock and Roll”

So they made Alone Together, Light Em Up, Alone Together, The Phoenix. Everyone was like, “What the fuuuck?? you were going to the sky you fucking recorded Avril Lavigne and P!nk!” — “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ON MY SHIRT DID I PEE ON MYSELF?” “You poured beer all over yourself” “oh god” —

Pete was like, “Yo, we’re gonna end up on a tour with Panic! At The Disco and Twenty Pilots” TAHAHA *burp. spit.*

And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. and that’s just how the fuckin story goes.

[morgluvsconnie]

BOUND, c.springer

chap.8 | NOT PROOFREAD, (short place holder), angst if you’re sensitive, quiet arguing | chap.7

“you missed me?”

you heard connie say as he rested his face in your neck, kissing it softly. “mhm” you groaned, eyes still closed as the alcohol never fully washed over you. “you wish i was around more, huh.” he mumbled again. it was still the night after the part, and the fight. “you should’ve came with me after the fight.” he kissed your cheek, making you smile.

“whys it so bright in here?” you mumbled, half asleep, half awake. “and i did, remember?” you whispered, smiling a little.

you didn’t even remember going with connie, so how would he remember? “oh yeah…” he sighed, leaning down to kiss your lips. “you’re done with your little boy toy, right?”

“i hate him.” you muttered, feeling yourself fall back into a deep sleep, since whatever was bright, wasn’t anymore. as you felt connie get off of you. your eyes were closed, you could barely open them. “right.” you felt the bed get heavier beside you as you laid across it. “that’s good to know.” he mumbled. “ill see you later on today.” he kissed you one more time. before you heard the faint shutting of your door.

this was your last time going out for probably the month. you didn’t understand how someone could just go to every party, every night. to be more specific, sasha. she dragged you and mikasa along, like always.

you just didn’t wanna be in any drama, and you didn’t feel like drinking. you sat on the couch, sipping from a bottle of water to hopefully help with the light headache you had.

glancing around every few seconds for the one person you actually wanted to talk to.

“yo, where connie at?” ony asked the group, basically speaking your mind. “he’s here… somewhere? i think.” sasha looked at her phone to call connie and see where he was.

since it wasn’t on speaker, and the music was loud anyway, you had no idea what he was saying. sasha looked at the ground, playing with her nails before looking around. “okay.” she said before hanging up the phone.

“he’s with a girl somewhere around here.” she said before leaning back and sipping out of her cup.

you wanted to question it, so bad. you wanted to call him and see why he was talking to another girl while you were right there, but at the same time, nothing you two had going on was serious or official.

you pursed your lips together at looked at your phone. you didn’t get dressed up for the night, just wearing a cropped tank top and jean shorts.

but still.

you sighed softly, crushing up your water bottle as you stood up to head towards the kitchen and throw it away. pushing and shoving past random people just to get to a damn trash can wasn’t easy.

but it was pretty easy to spot connie across the kitchen, talking to a girl, exactly like he said he was.

generally, you wouldn’t care about this type of thing. boys come, boys go. you knew what type of person connie was… barely.

but what they don’t do is kiss a bitch you fought the night before all of this. and they especially don’t shoot a bored glance at you while they’re doing it.

you could practically feel your heart burst into a million flames, your lips slightly parted at what was happening in front of you. you narrowed your eyes with a scoff, not letting yourself think twice before going back towards the couch and grabbing your things.

“yo, hol up, where you goin?” ony frowned a little, passing his blunt to eren. you looked at him with a bored expression on your face. “i don’t wanna be here.” you muttered, turning back around and walking towards the front door, walking outside.

what kind of dumbass would pull that shit? you didn’t do anything wrong, but historia? that’s just where you crossed the line. he knew how you felt about the girl, that’s the least you could remember from last night—the night you two fought—so why the hell would he sit there and put his lips on her?

you leaned on your door, your right hand on the steering wheel while you bit the inside of your cheek, ignoring every call from sasha, mikasa, or anybody else.

eventually turning your phone on silent, pulling into your driveway and turning your car off, you got out and made your way to your house. “fuckin idiot.” you mumbled.

as you unlocked your house door, you licked your lips, locking your door behind you. you checked your phone, same missed calls, same nothing.

if you could scrape that tattoo off your arm, you would.

the fact that he did it and the fact that reiners name was right under it just irritated you in ways you couldn’t explain.

you decided a hot, long, hour shower would be the best for you in this situation, but as you stepped out, got dressed in the most comfortable pajamas you could find, you realized nothing would really help the aching sensation in your heart.

again, nothing was official or serious, but it meant something to you. sort of. unless it was all a long, stupid game.

you plopped on your bed, staring at your phone. you hoped for some kind of text or call, some kind of confirmation that it was just… whatever. or that it meant nothing. even though that wouldn’t make you feel better at all.

you kept telling yourself he was drunk, and didn’t mean to kiss historia. but it’s historia. and if anyone kisses her, there’s no damn way they wouldn’t mean to.

it took nothing but a doorbell to snap you back into reality and lazily push yourself out of your room and down the stairs.

as you opened the door, low and behold.

“why’re you here?” you stared up at connie. you knew you were a little happy to see him, but you also needed an explanation.

“bringing you your heels back. you know, the ones you kicked off at the tattoo shop and never came back to get?” connie held your shoes up in front of you.

you looked down at the shoes and back up at connie.

“what happened to you coming over today?”

“i never said i was.”

“don’t act fuckin innocent with me connie.” you snatched the heels from his hand and threw them to the side. “you’re a bitch. you really kissed historia? two bitches together, you can’t be too serious.” you tilted your head at him, still holding your door open.

“so i can’t kiss historia but you can fuck around with reiner any time you want to, man…” connie glanced back and shook his head with a scoff.

you narrowed your eyes. “reiner, that’s all you ever talk about. you act so fucking remedial…” you pinched the bridge of your nose. connie raised his eyebrows. “so you mean to tell me you wasn’t hugged up with reiner? right after we beat his ass?”

you blinked a few times before looking connie up and down. “are you fucking stupid? i was with you after i went home.”

“how the fuck was you with me if i went home before you, y/n?”

you frowned and stayed silent for a minute. now if you recalled correctly, connie came over your house right after you went home, even though he went before you.

“i was with you, i…” you paused. you didn’t know if he was gaslighting you or what, but you knew for a fact you weren’t with reiner.

“were you?” connie pulled out his phone, pressing a few things before turning it to you.

as you watched the video, you opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

you and reiner, in your bed. he was talking to you but the words were canceled out for the situation. he kissed you, everywhere that made you wanna puke right there.

“oh, that’s not you?” connie stared at you with low eyes before putting his phone in his pocket.

it all clicked.

it wasn’t connie you were with, it was reiner. connie doesn’t even have a key to your house, connie did go home last night, you were just too drunk to realize.

the person that was kissing you, was reiner. that brightness in your face was the phone, but you were too damn tired to open your eyes and see.

your gaze shifted to the ground, you frowned before looking up at connie. “i promise you-“

“hell nah, you got it. you hate me right?” connie put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk back towards his car. “just don’t worry bout me, have fun with him. no telling how long y’all been talking.”

infuckingcredible.

you didn’t even have words to explain yourself. how were you? you were drunk. connie knew that.

reiner knew that.

you shut your door and leaned against it, staring at the ground. no matter how much it seemed like he was finally out of your damn face,

he always seemed to come back.

chap.9