#stretchy ass bitch can he fucking stop that
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shamefully places this on the table and walks away with my head looking down
#cleanup crew#that inspector that i hate#suggestive#a bit. just a little bit like a smidge uhm#im not putting this in the main lc tag i dont want a poor soul to see this fucking gay ass jester SORRY#stretchy ass bitch can he fucking stop that#< made the sandwich#inspector/faux is a bitch i hate him so bad
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can you write something where pregnant reader has trouble holding her bladder and joel messes with her a bit? 🫶🏻
Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife drabble - Hold It
Notes: This is NOT Piss kink, just a little Joel and Preggo reader torture amusement. I have separate PK x preggo wife request coming up soon
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The one thing that women aren’t best at as they get older is holding their bladder. When you gotta go, you go.
And the number one thing that having a fat ass baby shoved up your uterus and pushing aside every organ and pressing the full weight of their tiny bodies on—is your fucking already-terrible-to-hold bladder.
Bumping up and down in Joel’s ugly ass truck with suspension that feels like shit because you can feel every single crevice from every single crack in the road does NOT do well for anything except stir up the amount of liquids inside you.
“Joel,” you whisper warningly, legs scrunched together.
Joel knows the difference between your “Joel” with legs scrunched together and the other “Joel” with legs scrunched together.
“You better not have to p—“
“I have to pee!”
He shakes his head with hearty laugh. “I told you to go 30 minutes ago when we were at the stop.”
“I did go,” you retort venomously. “But now I have to go again.”
“We’re 30 miles from the nearest exit. What do you want me to do?”
“Drive faster?!” Are you fucking dumb?
“We’re an hour late as is. I told you—“
“Don’t you dare fucking scold me like a child Joel Miller, this bitch needs to piss and she needs to go right fucking now.”
“You going on the side of the road?” He suggests with half hearted venom.
You whimper and shake your head. You do NOT want to squat down for a piss next to the highway on the road. You wouldn’t do it not pregnant, but definitely definitely not WHILE pregnant.
“Just—just drive faster. And shut up,” you rasp. You hold your hands between your legs and close your eyes, focusing on willing your baby to help you squeeze that lemon for once. “And don’t breathe. Or cough or just —just don’t exist.”
Joel has to wipe his face to hide the smirk on his lips. Your sheer concentration right now, all burled up and shaking side to side has him holding in a laugh.
He checks his rear view for any signs of cops, then begins to lean into the gas more. You would pay for the turmoil you’re putting his poor truck through—not in any type of obvious payment of course, but in a more satisfying transaction.
Joel balances the wheel with one knee as he opens a bottle of water set on the dash.
He keeps his eyes on the road and makes the loudest, most grating, obnoxious slurping sounds known to man.
Your head slowly rotates towards him as if a killer hawk were seeing prey landed right next to her. He only peeks over and see the absolutely thinnest lined lips on you, and your exceedingly horrifying wide eyes ready to murder him.
“MMmMM,” he moans, gulping down the bottle with big swallows so you can hear it sloshing down his jugular with each bob.
“You—you shithead,” you snarl.
He raises his eyebrow. “Do you want some?”
You shake your head, neck bowed low because you can’t concentrate on a scolding your asshole husband and holding your urine at the same time.
“M’ gonna ruin your seats.”
He shrugs. “Wouldn’t be so bad. Got all kinds of your juices on here already, what’s another variety to the blend—“
“SHUT THE FUCK UP.”
“Okay okay, I’m pulling off.”
You tumble out of the car before he’s even fully parked, crouching low to the ground begging to God as your last resort to keep. it. In.
Joel just puts his hands on his hips. “You gonna do It through your pants?”
shutupshutupshutupshutup Ohfuckfuckfuck.
He can hear your tiny whimpers, looks down upon his poor little wife and her even tinier bladder about to make a fool of both of them and piss yourself all over your stretchy pants—
He decides you've had enough torture.
“Gas station is 7 feet away, honey.”
You look up and lo and behold, you’re crouched in a parking lot right outside the quaint convenience station, its glowy neon signs and cigarette flyers and “2 for 3” signs illuminating like you had just won the lottery.
“OOHHHH” you gasp, sitting up and holding your vagina in your palm as you wobble into the quaint store like Road Running and down the alley to the bathroom.
Joel comes in afterwards and does the courtesy of buying a few snack for the trip.
“Pregnant wife,” he muses to the clerk as he slams a few jerky sticks on the counter.
The two of them are startled by a very loud, satisfied moan coming from the women’s toilet room.
The clerk just chuckles and rings up the items.
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He checks his watch again, tapping his fingers on the wheel impatiently. What the fuck is taking you 20 minutes?
Its not until the gas station door chime goes off outside as the door swings open, and you’re coming out with a 32 oz Big Gulp cup of Frozen Pepsi ICEE while happily waving goodbye to the clerk as you waddle back to the car.
You settle your bumbum into the seat with a little wiggle and slam the truck door closed, sipping away happily with two hands fisting the styrofoam cup.
Joel has one arm over the steering wheel, facing you with a frown and deadpan eyes glancing between you and your cup the size of Africa, your annoying slurps filling the silent car.
You don’t pick up on his silent aggravation at all, offering him a chipmunk smile. “M-ready now,“ you chirp.
He grits his teeth while looking at the cup you can’t even wrap your fingers around. Holds his tongue and doesn’t say anything, faces forward and turns the key into ignition.
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25 minutes later, with your empty Big Gulp cup rolling around on the floor mat:
“Um, J-Joel,” you warn again, this time voice wavering timidly. “Joel, I have to—“
“NO!”
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~ never did this before | virgin!Eddie Munson x virgin! Thick!Fem Reader \\ modern au
This story is based off the song Wet Dreamz by Jcole **recommend listening to it first to understand the story// can be perceived/read regardless if you are a poc; as I am mixed ♡ [descriptions of reader having tan skin and brown eyes; so it meets in the middle if you are a poc or not]
• Summary: after weeks of flirting and crushing on each other, you finally pop a serious question into your bestfriend Eddie’s head, and he has a hard time providing you with an honest answer // this is more like a rom com
• Warnings: MDNI; smut (not too explicitly) fluff, both kinda experienced? soft Eddie, cocky Eddie, sassy reader, brief mentions of smoking and drinking, he’s a little bit of a perv, masturbation, 69, protected piv, premature ejaculation, heavy petting, grinding, confessions, slight insecure thoughts? (both are 18+) word count :3.4k //sry 4 errors
Eddie’s Pov
Calculus. The last class of the day. My favorite class overall.
There she sat, giggling on her phone, showing me silly photos she took of her dog Skittle, the sun shining just right on her honey toned tanned skin, hair laying just as perfect as ever in that simple, claw clip. Curls and wavy bangs sectioned to shape her face, brown eyes that matched mine and oh those glossy lips..
I wanna kiss you so fucking bad baby.
Her outfit of the day, that new pink and black checkered shirt she got at the mall that I drove her to.
It’s so tight on you sweetheart, your tits look beautiful today.
White Reeboks as I have, but very much cleaner…
Those 100% perfectly stretchy, acid wash jeans you wear every week that fit your ass so fucking bad.. fuck don’t bend over.. don’t—
“Eddie? what’s wrong with you?”
Fuck— didn’t realize the moan that I slipped out when she dropped her phone, she cracked it..but all I could focus on were the back of her thighs when she bent over
“Sorry uh- I think I’m just sore from carrying those amps last night”, he says now rubbing his not sore bicep with a pout
Lie.
“Oh babe I’m sorry, come by later and I can rub it out for you” she replies
Why the fuck would you say that to me right now—
“Oh yeah? You’d just love to get your hands on me always huh sweetheart? ” leaning back in my seat, with a cocky smile
You blush and shove my arm playfully “you’re so stupid, you know what I meant”
——
She’s been like this for the past month, after Harringtons party. Smoking and drinking under that patio umbrella, away from everyone else. Laughing, holding on to each other for dear life. I tell her jokes, she ugly laughs. I love her laugh, it’s not fake it’s genuine like her.
We met at the drink table, both preferring whiskey over the red shit they put out.
We talked about our intrests, I was very suprised and impressed with how she carried herself. How she talked about herself. How she sat comfortably on my lap; as if we knew each other for forever.
Obviously her thick hips in that royal blue, tacky dress she wore caught my attention first
It takes a certain kinda person to make me laugh but she.. she was probably the most funniest and beautiful fucking girl I’ve never seen. A few beauty marks as she would call it, scattered down her neck and arms. Eyelashes so dark she could always pass on the mascara, the sweet charm and sass she had to her.. she was something different.
She was fresh to town and it was relief to meet someone new. Similar childhood experiences, divorced parents but her dad stopped reaching out to them. Her mom was just a bitch to her. Very narcissistic person but, she had her kind moments. She definitely wasn’t the worse mother I’ve ever heard of.
All of that lead to a heavy make out session in the bathroom.
Sitting at the edge of the toilet, her scratching the back of my head with those sharp coffin shaped nails, me squeezing the fat of her ass on my lap. Hell, I was surprised how into this she was.. considering I’ve only kissed two girls in my life.
Sure I’ve watched my fair share of porn, visited sex stores, took a few notes; even got a handy under the bleachers last year from Carol. She forgot to pay for the weed I gave her, she offered, why not.
“Oh yeah, what’s your name again?” I ask kissing down her neck
“Y/N, but you can call me anything you want right now” she whimpers at the feeling of me nipping her throat
-“fuck you’re a r-really good kisser”
“-could say the same about you sweetheart” feeling the roll of her heat over my already strained dick.
I wonder how many guys she’s done this with
“Sorry, I don’t usually do this but, there’s just something so sexy about you”—
Biggest fucking ego boot ever.
“Fuck baby, if you keep talkin to me like that I’m gonna bust”
“Awe, am I making you feel some typa way Eddie?” She smirks looking down at me
“You know you are”
—
Unfortunately that ended quicker than it started, Robin got too hungover and needed our space.
She told me her classes and we exchanged numbers.
After that we talked everyday on FaceTime after getting home from school. I show her a new guitar riff and she shows me the new necklaces or shirts she ordered.
Sometimes she’d forget she was on camera and changed out of her bra a few times.
Hey, couldn’t help but to look come on, I am just a man
I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve fucked myself to that imagine every morning.. and evening and night..
Slept on the phone together, hung out at lunch together.
I only ever seen her at lunch other than at the end of the day in Mrs. Wilson’s calculus class. Bringing us back to now
——
“Mr. Munson are you done chatting now?” Wilson knocks me out of my trance
“Sorry bout that, yes ma’am” giving her a thumbs up sitting back up straight as she rolls her eyes subtly.
You slide me note. Folded up, in blue highlighted letters
You ever have sex before? Circle Yes or No ♡
fuck—we never even discuss stuff like that! how haven’t we? Don’t embarrass yourself man
Course I have, why? what’s got you so curious? ;)
I watch her look away quickly, gulping when she covers the paper to respond back
Well.. you’re cute and shit & was wondering if you wanna come over friday..? My parents have been gone all week and..we can hang or do whatever.. ♡
Did she wanna fuck? I hope so —wait you’re a virgin idiot, wait is she? probably not
I’m already there babe ;)
I reply with an easy smile, hiding the fact I’m in a state of panic
Good.. and uh bring those handcuffs on your wall too.. ♡
No way she’s a virgin talking like that
She rushes outta the classroom at the bell, turning back with a wink
Holy shit I gotta talk to Harrington.
“-and that’s what I’m saying dude, just sweet talk her, treat her like a princess, rub her in all the right places”—
“Okay but what ARE those places? I know her like tits and shit.. and well under her panties but what does it feel like? Ya know putting in it? What if I cum too fast and she laughs or runs away and never talks to me again..”—
I’ve been pacing back in forth in Family Video, loud where all the customers could hear. Definitely loud enough for Robin to upchuck her lunch
“No Eddie- just, come back here— Rob? watch the front please?” Steve grabs me by the shoulder making a bee line to the stock room
Sitting on the empty table still trying to gather my thoughts of Steve’s advice. “Well?” I rush out
“Damn man let me sit down first” he scoffs pulling a chair over to me
“Alright, you wanna know what inside a vagina feels like right?”
“Jesus, can you just say pussy or some shit”
“Same thing” he glared
“Okay well it’s not really sexy to just say vagina-
-“god Eddie, do you wanna know or not?” I can tell I’m testing his patience, I shut my lips, nodding eagerly
“Okay, so It’s like this- well like wet and really, really warm, almost like hot bath around your dick or a tight hug”—
“Wow, a hot bath thanks for the analogy Steve, I’ll make sure to take one when I get home”
He deadpans at me. “You asked me and I’m telling you, it’s hard to really explain other than a tight, wet warm hug. Oh!” he snaps his finger”-and sometimes it’ll tighten around your cock when she’s about to cum and holy shit dude— you better hold your load because the first time I had sex, it lasted about 10 seconds” My eyes widen
“WHAT!?” I shout before him shushing me “King Steve was a minute man?”— I joke
“Hey I said at first, when you get used to having sex your stamina gets better and for me personally”— he leans in “I can last approximately 45 minutes and 27 seconds” he sits back proudly
Cocky bastard.
Shit.
How long will I last? Will jerking off more boost my stamina?
——
Since that afternoon I did as much research as a I could, making a DIY sponge fleshlight.
That was a fail, got carpet burn.
Even bought condoms from the corner store, didnt know what size i was so, i grabbed all 4 boxes
Practicing my stroke game, using my pillow as a hole.
Down. Glide. Up. Down. Guide up.
Ow, fuck, cramp, cramp
This shits hard. My back hurts.
Throwing away the 8th used condom of the day, tossing myself in my desk chair, forehead sweaty, wrists throbbing; hearing my phone go off
FaceTime from Crush🖤
“Ah, fuck”— grabbing a shirt, wiping off the excess sweat off my skin, putting my pants back on, setting the phone up on my night stand, grabbing the guitar quickly setting it on my lap— “Hey! Sweetheart, what’s up, what are you up to?”
“I could ask you the same thing why is your face so red?” She asks giggling, laying on her tummy, tits spilling out , kicking her socked feet from behind
“Just took a hot shower is all”
“But your hairs not wet?” you give me a suspicious look, “Oh yeah, I just tied it up..sooo still want me over tomorrow?”
“Hell yeah! I picked up cookie dough the edible kind because I know you like that anddddd”- she reaches over her phone to grab something—“I rented whole stab franchise for a throwback”- showing me her laptop screen
“Well, that sounds like a party to me”
“You got that right..” She replies, biting her lip as if I didn’t notice,- “Anywaysss, just calling to remind you, see you tomorrow im tired, goodnight dummy *mwah*
She always ends our calls with a kiss on screen
Fuck I’m hard again
“Can’t wait sweetheart, sweet dreams” ending the call, looking down at my bulge
Welp, gotta jerk off again
Friday. THE day I might lose my virginity to the sexiest girl in school. My best friend.
I wake up earlier than usual, do my morning ritual, a joint. My nerves making me shower twice.
Should I shave?
Would she care?
A little trim wouldn’t hurt
May or may have not nicked my balls. Not too bad, maybe she won’t notice. Finding my nicest pair of jet black jeans I own, I only wear ‘em for special occasions and a wife beater? Nah that’s too much right? A flannel would help. Yeah. Definitely.
Hey I look kinda good, checking myself out in the mirror
Alright, wallet, keys, condoms, I glance over at the cuffs on the wall. Can’t forget those, stuffing them in my back pocket
—
My palms are sweaty, fuck even my ass is sweating.. 3 cigarettes already in, on my way to her house; of course I have a bad fucking hair day today, so I just opted for a low bun.
Before I could even knock, you open the door my jaw already on the floor
“Hi dummy!” You jump giving me a hug, pulling me inside.
What the hell is she wearing
A transparent green knitted, cropped sweater
is that her nipple I see? Those goddamn Nike shorts are doing her a favor—“Someone’s excited to see me?” Kicking off my shoes
“I’m always excited to see you.. also nice hair”
and neck goddamn, what is hell is he wearing you think, already feeling horny from the sight of my neck being so exposed
those jeans are doing his fine ass a favor
fuck I’m wet already
“Come on, already got it all set up for us”
“Lead the way princess” following behind you
I need to bite those fuckin legs.
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We always sit like this on movie nights. Me against your headboard, back against my chest. I don’t remember how it started but I love it.
“Didn’t David Arquette also play in Spree?”
I squint back at the tv, “Uh yeah yeah he did, he was Kurt’s dad I think”
She replies with a mouthful “omyeah”
My hands have been holding both sides of her hips the whole time, occasionally rubbing them with my thumbs; every time I do it your breath picks up
Something else is about to be up—
“Huh?”
“Did you even hear me? You’ve been zoning out a lot recently”, you say sitting crisscross
“Something on your mind Ed’s?”
Gulp
“No no just— “ sigh
“Yeah, you. You’ve been on my mind.”
She smiles looking down, cocking her head to the side
“Oh yeah? Been thinking about me have you?” She grins
“You have no idea. ”
My breath hitches when you straddle me
Fuck me
“Wanna tell me these thoughts you’ve been having?” she asks twirling a piece of my bang
Remember what Steve said, sweet talk her
“Why don’t I just show you pretty girl”
Her smirk instantly falls, cheeks crimson “shit.. okay”
Running my hand up your thighs firmly, wrapping my arm around your lower back, my free hand pulling your face closer into my lips. “Like that baby?”
Who the fuck are you she thinks
“Fuck, yeah kiss me again”, I stare blankly until my eyes turn to pure lust, pushing her down to her back climbing on top to ease my tongue back into her mouth, my hips grinding into yours, hearing you whimper…
You’d think that’d make me harder but it’s when you grind back into me that did it
“You’re so beautiful you know that baby?.. fuck been missing these lips for weeks..”
“Shit, me too, been needing you so close to my body recently it’s been killin me,” she whines, rubbing her hands down my chest
—“that’s why I asked you to come over, could tell you were feeling me too”
You’re right about that, I mumble sucking your neck,
I’ve practiced giving myself hickies on my arms freshmen year.
Eddie, score
“That tank top Eddie.. t-take off the flannel let me see you? Please?” You ask giving me doe eyes. I sit up eagerly throwing it about, she sits up on her elbows, throwing off her sweater
The goddamn groan I let out
Jesus Christ
You lie back down bashfully covering yourself
A whore being shy huh?
“Whattt? She asks feeling self conscious,
“You’re..fuck.. just let me get a closer look please?” I plead, you nod shyly
Squeezing your breasts hard in my palm, licking my lips, nipping them, kissing them, hearing you gasp “holy shit -
“What??”
I do it again, in combination with my tongue, She doesn’t stop me she moans, making me feel bolder, “ Lemme take these off?” My thumbs already ready to yank your shorts down
You don’t answer
“Hey, it’s just me you know you’re beautiful to me, right?”
“Yes..you can take em off” she whispers
Thinking it’d be hot to yank them down quick like those sex movies
I try it..
“Ow! Fuck what the hell?” She jerks
I didn’t know she had the goddamn drawstring tied. , “Ow..you pout rubbing your hip, “Shit I’m sorry! I’m sorry”
I’m already fucking up, “It’s okay.. it’s just tied” she says undoing them pulling them off herself, holding her hands in her lap
I lean down to kiss both hips as an apology, looking up at you slowly undoing your hands
Cute little hair she has
“Can I um..”
She looks down at me gaining back her confidence, “You wanna eat me don’t you?” My eyes widen, gripping her side, “Yesss.. really bad” but I don’t know how to —
“Can I see you too?” again with that lip bite
“Of course” okay.. here goes nothing whispering to myself , yanking my jeans and all down in one swift motion, staring at the spot on the ceiling
You scoff with the sour look, “Oh my god”
WHAT WHAT WHAT
“You’re packing Eddie”
“Oh..thank fuck, really? I wouldn’t say that but..” I sit back in front of her
“Can I touch it?” You ask still staring at my cock
-..But I wanna taste you.. what if we..you lay on me but backwards..? Like 69?” I recommend
She nods eagerly, nervously but very excited, “Okay.. just don’t look at my asshole.. there’s a spot on it that looks like I didn’t wipe but it’s not what you think! It’s a freckle..”, I chuckle, rubbing your cheek nodding
Laying down flat, you swing your legs over my face
Oh god fuck, “Such a pretty pussy” i mumble
Suck a pretty cock you think
You’re both horny as fuck, both licking on each other immediately —“Jesus fuck!” I shout, hearing and feeling you choke on my dick
“Y/n, y-you done this before?”
“Yeah—“
Damnit.
-“But it was with a guy at my old school, said I was the best head he ever had” , you say rubbing my balls
Hot.
Okay Eddie do what feels right
so that’s the clit? how cute
Bringing my lips around your nub, licking you, tasting you, “Oh god why do you taste so good, you smell so..sweet?”
“Was that a question?” You ask popping my dick outta your mouth
“No, no just the sweetest pussy I’ve never tasted”-
the only pussy I’ve ever tasted
I’ve never smelt anything like this, I think I’m addicted
Flicking my tongue a few time feeling you react in a high pitched moan, sucking and massaging it lightly, my eyes flutter spotting your ass hole winking at me
“Holy shit” she’s pretty everywhere
“What?”
“You have such a pretty ass” blurting out
“Eddie! I told you not to look!” She whines trying to climb off, “Shut up I do what I want”saying firmly, pulling you back down by your thighs; sticking my pointer finger in your cunt,
so that’s the squeeze Steve was talking about
“Ohmyg— fuckk yes please” she vibrates around me, a guttural moan purging from my throat, curling my finger like they said —
“Oh! Fuck yes keep doing that Eddie baby please”—
“I am, I am baby you just suck my dick”—
Holy shit who am I—
“-Eddie I think I’m gonna cum yep, I’m gonna cum..”—
“Wait really?”
“Yes!”
“Really?” Asking again “YES EDDIE SHUT UP AND KEEP GOING, FUCK”—
Thrusting faster, licking faster I feel your wetness roll down and down into my mouth instantly making me cum in yours
“Fuck baby like that, fuck did you..just swallow?—“ I ask but you proceed to keep sucking-“OKAY OKAY, stop, s-shit!”
Pleading trying to stop you from overstimulating me further, “Shit.. sweetheart, that dude was right, that was the best head I’ve ever got”
The only head I’ve ever got
She lays back down beside me with a large grin,” Was that your first time getting head? You came so fast for me”
Lie.
Not replying I get up, finding the condom in my Jean pocket, “What’re ya doing?” You ask with a questioned expression, “Condom?” I hold up “Oh, oh yeah yeah right duh”—
Fuck I forgot with which way it goes on— got it
Turning back to you, cock still hard, nudging your core
You give me a small smile, watching me hesitantly about to slip my tip in
“Wait! Wait!”-
“What? Sorry, I didn’t ask”—
“Eddie I need to tell you something..”
“Yeah?”
“I can tell you definitely know what you’re doing but I just.. be gentle because I’ve never done this before..”
never done this before, never done this before
I stare like a deer in headlights, the weight off my shoulders lifted. I laugh sarcastically to myself , “That’s, well.. I should probably tell you I’ve never done it either.. like ima”—
“Virgin too?”
“Yeah, surprise?” feeling embarrassed, “How did I not know that? We tell each other everything” shrugging, “Not sure, but I’m glad you told me before I stuck ya”
“Ew don’t say stuck me weirdo”
“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing at all, I had to ask Steve for advice.. I figured you would know more I mean since you wanted my handcuffs”-, you bite your lip, head shaking
“I said that because, I figured you’d know how to use em”
“There actually just for decoration sweetheart, looked kinda metal”, we laugh in awe with each other , “But here we are..” I say biting the skin on my lip—
“Yeah here we are” you look back up at me, hopeful, “Do you wanna stop?”
“No..do you wanna stop?”
“Nah, been hoping you’d be my first actually”, you blush at my statement pulling me down for a deep kiss , “Let’s do it..”
“..but what if I cum too fast? that would be humiliating”—
- “I understand how it works.. don’t feel bad if you do, I promise I won’t laugh Ed’s” she squeezes my hand lovingly
My heart is erect
I nod, looking over all of you again, spreading your thighs a little wider, “I’ll go slow”
Furrowing my brows in consentration, slipping my tip in, surprisingly not easy mother fuck—
“Holy fuck you’re so-
“Tight? I know I have a hard time fingering my self as is”
“Why would you tell me that at this very second,” I try not to laugh, holding my shit together, “that’s so hot by the way,” bottoming you out, we gasp in sync
“Oh god”-
“What?”
“Holy god”—
“What!?? You alright?” She asks , “I’m about to cum already”—
“I told you, it’s okay”
“I know but that’s so embarrassing”
You clench around me on purpose, suddenly your eyes widen, feeling a warmth from inside, while also hearing me grunt almost in pain above you
Silence.
“Im so sorry fuck,” pulling out, shocked at how full my condom is, “Did you cum?”, she scrunches her nose, “No silly”
“But you squeezed me?”
“Yeah but, I didn’t have an orgasm”
Fucking Steve
-“But Steve said when a girl cums she clenchs around us” explaining further—
“First off, I’m gonna need you to not take advice from Steve and second, I mean according to my girlfriends we do.. it’s like a few squeezes but apparently we really squeeze for a long time when we do cum? Maybe even shake? I’m not sure but I think I’d know when I felt it”
Well shit
He looks like a sad puppy this won’t do you think
“But hey, we can try again right? Don’t be embarrassed if anything it’s kinda hot”
“Really?”
“I mean yeah, I made you cum in under like 1 second, biggest ego boot ever” you lighten the mood, nudging my shoulder smiling at me, pulling me for another kiss, “Don’t ever tell anyone that” holding my forehead to yours
You smirk, holding your pinky up “I promise”, Interlocking mine, noticing your body shifted closer, staring at your lips, “Let me try again Sweetheart” your eyes also on mine, nodding, crawling back to you, chasing your touch, taking each others breath—
Was that a car door??
“Is someone here?”
“Honey we’re home!”
FUCK, not now!!
(again recommend you listen to Wet dreamz by Jcole; it’s a bop)
reblogs appreciated // this was fun. let me know your thoughts? I do realize the smut was kinda rushed? Should there be a part 2? Suggestions? Comments? Feel like I should have kept going for them to restart again but I dunno🤷🏽♀️
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Hooked
introduction pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iii
ch. lxxi - really proud of you sweetie ❤❤
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??? × reader, ateez × reader
A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?
The whole time you went out to buy snacks with San and Jongho, you couldn't help but think about how Yeosang was still cold towards you.
"Okay, first of all, you're not gonna let that shithead get to you, you got me?" San firmly said as he threw a bag of chips at Jongho's head, obviously aiming at the basket in his hand but he miscalculated.
"Second, hasn't he opened up to you slightly? Pretty sure he said something to Hwa hyung about being a dick to you yesterday," San shrugged as the three of you walked towards the cashier.
As Jongho put the basket on the counter, he chimed in with his own opinion, "I say let him be all pissy and bitchy towards (Y/N)," he scoffed.
You let out a whine of protest and smacked Jongho on his arm. Though that barely did anything as he only grinned and pulled you into his arms. "I didn't mean that in a bad way, I just meant that if he decided to back off, the rest of us, aka ME, can have more of you," he whispered into your ear as he snaked his arms around your waist.
Though you were slightly affected by Jongho saying that there was a chance that Yeosang wanted to back off of your relationship, you couldn't help but blush and giggle at Jongho's rather possessive words and actions.
The three of you left the convenience store with two bags. Both of course being carried each by San and Jongho as you stood in between them with your pinkies linked to each other.
"You know, you COULD just show what Yeosang's missing, maybe then he'd realize how much of a bitch he was being and that he'd stop," San said, snickering at himself.
You thought over San's words and realized that he was right. Rather than thinking that you're the one at the disadvantage, you can simply flip things around and make Yeosang break.
So you concocted a plan in your head all the way back and as you got ready for movie night.
Whilst everyone was running around everywhere, pulling blankets and pillows from their rooms, you sat idly by and kept a close eye on Yeosang. The way you were looking at him made it seem like you're a predator and Yeosang's your prey.
As everyone took their seat, you slyly directed each of the boys to sit where you want them to sit, leaving the last comfortable position directly below you, by your feet. Since you know Yeosang tends to go to the bathroom last minute, it meant that he was going to have to sit at the available spot if he wanted to comfortably watch the movie.
Just as you expected, he walked back and froze for a second when he realized where he would be sitting.
"Yeosang, come on, we're gonna start now," Hongjoong called out from his position at the edge of the sofa.
Knowing he can't do or say anything, Yeosang gave up and went to take a seat by your feet. You smirked inconspicuously as you leaned against Seonghwa who was at your right. You nuzzled into him as your legs reached over to Wooyoung's lap on your left.
In the first ten minutes of the movie, you let Yeosang relax, not letting any parts of your body touch his. This seemed to be effective because his eyes were focused on the screen and his shoulders seemed very much relaxed.
But when he seemed to disregard your existence, you let your knee and fingers brush against the back of his neck. As your skin made contact with his, he visibly stiffened. Knowing him, his eyes were most likely bulged out and his grip on the blanket he and San shared tightened to the point that his knuckles turned white.
You smirked at yourself at his reaction, knowing that teasing him was going to be fun and that he deserved it.
The subtlety of your touch seemed to awaken something in Yeosang. Maybe it was his triggered frustration or it was just simply the fact that you hadn't touched him in the longest time.
When your eyes peeked down at him, it was evident that his mind was thinking a hundred thousand thoughts a minute. With his chest rising and deflating with each breath dramatically, you know it's time to take it up a notch and to test your hypothesis.
Sexually frustrated Yeosang + subtle teasing = boi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oing.
"Oops, almost forgot my popcorn," you muttered lowly but loud enough for Yeosang, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung to hear. Once Seonghwa and Wooyoung let their grip on you off, you proceeded to swing your right light over Yeosang and stepped diagonally. With the newfound balance, you leaned your body forward to pretend to reach for the popcorn bowl.
With this position, Yeosang was in direct eyeliner with your clothed core. The shorts you wore were not helping either. It was the pair you wore were the ones Wooyoung bought for you; very tight and short, the black, stretchy material both accentuated and covered only half of your ass.
To make things worse, you pretended to lose your balance and fell directly on Yeosang's lap with a high, squeaky yelp, albeit very fake. The close proximity between you two enabled you to hear the choked gasp that came out of Yeosang. Not only that, but you felt something hard pressing against your ass.
Either Yeosang hid the remote in his pants or your plan worked well.
You turned your face to look at Yeosang with a faux innocent, apologetic face, "Oops, sorry Sangie," you apologized to him, batting your eyelashes at him.
It seemed that Seonghwa and San had caught onto your plan. They were snickering at the scene unveiling before them.
Without saying anything else, you stood up. To make things worse, with your ass directly in front of Yeosang, you 'fixed' your shorts; pulling it up and exposing more of your ass.
"I'll be back," you told the room, to no one specific, before walking towards the kitchen.
You pretended to look around in there, trying to find something when suddenly a set of footsteps followed. Before you could even turn to look at who came, you had been swung and pushed until your back hit the fridge's door.
The sight of Yeosang's flustered face combined with his glare greeted you. You tried your best to not look so smug. On the contrary, you pretended to be confused.
With hands pinned at the sides, you knew you couldn't do much. You tilted your head at him and blinked innocently, "something wrong, Sangie?"
Hearing the faux innocence dripping from your voice only made Yeosang growl, slightly ticked that you dared play him like a fiddle.
"Something wrong? Are you seriously that ignorant or are you just pretending to be dumb? I don't even know which one is worse but I'm fucking sick of you flaunting your ass like a damn peacock trying to mate," he rambled on.
Your expression changed as a smirk broke on your face, "didn't know you're one to give in so easily, Sangie? You think with your dick now?" you poked fun at him.
Yeosang's left eye visibly twitched at your words. One of his hands let go of one of yours to grab at the back of your hair, tugging it back rather harshly, eliciting a moan out of you, "are you comparing me with one of the cheap boy toys that you played with when you weren't here? Didn't know your standards were lowered to that extent," he smirked, trying to push you the same way you did him.
A gasp and a low groan left Yeosang when you cupped his dick with your free hand over his pyjama pants, giving it a bit more pressure to feel how hard he was.
"No matter how much you call them 'cheap boy toys', they have bigger balls than you, Sangie. How long did you plan on being all pissy with me, hmm? Did it hurt your pride that I had to be the one who initiated direct contact with you?" you snarled at him.
You could see his eyes burn in anger with a tinge of shame. You knew you had struck a nerve in him.
All of a sudden, Yeosang pulled you off the fridge, turned you around and pushed you down by the shoulder to the point that your cheek was pressed onto the cold countertop.
Excitement filled you as you realized where this was going. Your formula was spot on, your H1 was accepted and H0 was rejected.
When you realized that Yeosang was not doing anything, you took matters into your own hands. You pressed your scantily clad core directly against his boner.
"Not gonna do anything, Sangie? Do I have to get one of the boys to show you how to use a dick properly? Or should I call one of Haknyeon's friends to show you? There's this one, Hyunjae I think was his name, he-"
You couldn't complete the sentence as Yeosang had slapped your ass so hard, you were sure he had left a purple handprint there.
As you were about to protest, Yeosang had somehow taken a clean rag and wrap it around your mouth as a makeshift gag. He leaned forward so that his chest was pressed onto your back.
"Be a good girl and keep your big mouth shut, yeah?" he ordered. His hand skimmed your waist down to your legs and it slowly caressed the back of your thighs, leaving goosebumps at their wake.
When he realized you didn't give him any response, his hands smacked the sides of your legs harshly, making you jolt up in surprise.
"Too dumb to answer?" he growled. Hearing the anger in his voice made you whimper out in fear and submission.
Yeosang smiled and pecked the back of your neck after you replied to him, your submission made him feel soft for a split second.
It wasn't until he pulled your shorts and panties carelessly along with his own pyjama pants and underwear that your brain finally registered that you're about to have angry sex with Yeosang. From how he had been treating you so far, you're at least 70% sure that there will be bruises all over you tomorrow.
Without hesitation, Yeosang shoved his dick deep into you, hips pressing against your ass as his hands found anchor on your waist. His grip was tight, vice even, it almost seemed possessive.
He set a harsh and quick pace from the beginning, not caring that your hips were smacking the counter nor the fact that literally anyone could enter the kitchen area.
Yeosang isn't one to talk much during sex, he tends to focus on the action more than anything else.
The feeling of him continuously entering you at such pace and vigour were intoxicating. Maybe it was all the pent up frustration and anger, but you swore your eyes rolled back even further each time his hips smacked yours harshly. You definitely won't be able to sit on your ass after this.
"Shit, I guess you were telling the truth when you said you weren't playing with your cousin's friends," he groaned out mid-thrust.
Yeosang suddenly pulled out, making you whine in protest.
If it weren't for the extreme sexual tension and both of your compromising predicament, Yeosang would've cooed at how adorable you sounded.
But that wasn't his priority at the moment.
Wordlessly, Yeosang pulled you off the counter to move you to the wooden dining table. He pushed you to lie on the table as he propped a leg up to his waist.
With this new position, you could see the defined lines of his chest peeking from his pyjama when he anchored himself above you. You thanked the workout regime he had been following internally because the sight of his muscles made your pussy throb.
Yeosang immediately went back to thrusting with an animalistic pace into you, pouring every bit of emotion he had into action. You could feel it. The way he was so close to you but still maintaining a certain distance, you knew that he was hesitating. The way he was avoiding your eyes and focus on where you both were connected, yearning for intimacy but scared to initiate it. But you also know that he wanted you beyond anything else and that he was sorry. He wasn't one to be good with words but luckily you know him well enough to understand him.
As he focused on pleasuring you both, you took the chance to prop yourself up slightly and pull the rag gag off your mouth and threw it to the side.
Your hand slapped his face, stunning him for a second. As his movements halted and eyes finally meeting yours, your grabbed his face and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
He froze momentarily, not knowing what to do. But when you pulled out to speak to him, you could see that his stubbornness began to chip away and crumble.
"You don't have to feel bad about what happened, I forgave you and it's about time you forgive yourself for being a jerk to me. And I'm sorry for leaving you to take care of everyone like that, Sangie. But can we please move past all that and go back to normal?"
His once vice grip on you loosened.
At first, you thought he was going to let you go and run away.
But he suddenly pulled you up and flush against him. He hugged you tightly, burying his face on your shoulder.
"I should've been the one to apologize first. I'm sorry, I love you so much," he said lowly against your skin. You knew that it was hard for him to be so vulnerable which was why you know him saying all that meant that he was being beyond sincere.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as his wrapped around your waist.
Soon his thrusts continued.
The initial roughness and anger were replaced with longing and desperation.
Not long after, you felt that you were close to the edge. Your leg that was hoisted up on Yeosang's waist tightened and Yeosang immediately realized what it meant.
His hands slipped under your shirt to play with your chest. His fingers tweaking and pinching your nipples, adding to the pleasure that he gave. The intense arousal shot to your pussy and you clenched hard as you came.
Head thrown back, exposing your neck to him, Yeosang took the opportunity to mark you up as he liked.
The feeling of his fingers on your nipples, his mouth on your skin, and his dick still moving inside you prolonged your orgasm more than you liked. The intensity made you whine as overstimulation took over.
Luckily, Yeosang soon followed suit and released his load inside you. His hips stuttered and his teeth bit down onto your shirt-covered shoulder. You yelped at the sudden pain but the pain turned to pleasure, making your thighs shook and pussy once again clamping around Yeosang.
Yeosang let out a guttural groan that was muffled by your shoulder at the feeling, not denying how good it felt.
You both stayed there, trying to catch your breath. It was then that you registered the aftermath of your intimate activity with Yeosang. Your pants and panties had somehow stuck onto one of the drawer handles of where you were pinned down, the rag that was used as a gag had somehow made its way to the edge of the room, and Yeosang was still fully dressed.
When your eyes met his again, you see fondness and love in them, He was smiling down at you, fingers trailing down to intertwine with yours.
"What would it take me to get your full forgiveness?" he asked, head tilting to the side. His bangs moved to reveal the birthmark that he had told you a while ago he was insecure about. You leaned forward and pecked the adorable mark, making him chuckle.
"Just don't pull yourself or push me away again when things are hard, okay? The last thing I want is to almost lose you again," you told him.
He brought one of your intertwined hands to his lips and gave it a soft kiss, "there is no way on earth that you'd be able to lose me. I was actually thinking the other way around," he admitted shyly.
You bit back a giggle for his sake and opted to kiss him fully on his lips. "You would never lose me, Sangie, I belong with you, all of you," you assured him.
As he pulled himself out of you and began to clean himself up, he was reminded that the others were a room apart.
Yeosang visibly swallowed, suddenly turning nervous.
"D-do you think the others-"
"Seonghwa and San were well aware that we were having sex here, pretty sure the others heard everything as well," you said, cutting him off.
"Yeah we did! You both better clean and disinfect the heck out of the kitchen area," Seonghwa yelled out from the living room.
Hearing that, Yeosang blushed madly and moved to bury his face into your shoulder in embarrassment.
You couldn't help but laugh at him. But you wrapped your arms around him and stroked his back comfortingly.
At least you got the old Yeosang back.
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Sweet Poison (NSFW) | BNHA
Inspired by @bnhabookclub‘s weekly nsfw prompt in the discord. <3
Prompt: “I’m going to fuck you in front of a mirror so you can watch.”
AU/Trope/Scenario: Coincidental Relationship + (my own) Dance school AU
*coincidental relationship (in this case) = a sexual relationship happening from chance despite being very unlikely
Themes/warnings: 18+, aged-up, explicit content (!), daddy kink, voyeurism, oral sex, mirror sex, dance studio sex, degradation, swearing
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If anyone could match her temper and brashness, it would be Bakugou Katsuki.
But that doesn’t mean she got along with him.
It had always been a funny thing for people who grew up with them.
Ever since they were as little as kindergartners in a tots’ dance school, she had always been the person who stood against him whenever he was mean to Izuku.
She was constantly frowning upon on how he treated the other boy and never understood why Izuku would ever want to hang around with someone like him.
Though ironically, it was common to hear their peers commenting about how similar she and Bakugou were.
Dominating.
Hot-headed.
Loud.
Two powerful frictions were what they were. Always rubbing off each other the wrong way.
A stare any longer than a second could become an unwavering match of death glares.
Brushing past each other along the hallway of the same famous dance school they were unfortunate enough to end up in could make even oblivious idiots shiver to the dangerous aura both emitted at the mere brief contact.
A word from one could trigger the other to demand a ‘shut up’ and escalate it to a shouting match colored with so much vulgarity that anyone who heard them would probably need to cleanse their ears, be it with soap or holy water.
They had always rubbed off each other the wrong way, but this was the craziest they’d been.
Who knew that one day this endless rivalry would eventually bring them before a fogged mirror.
.
She couldn’t really tell how it happened or even why it happened.
An international dance competition she had signed up for was all that she had in mind and staying back at the dance school to practice had been how she spent her nights.
And for the past few nights, her hardwork was executed in a room the administration officer had left unlocked so that she could use it after she was done with her part-time job.
It had never really crossed her mind, or more like she just didn’t care to know that any other students would be taking part in this competition until she arrived at the school on her third night to find the room lighted and occupied.
By none other than Bakugou fucking Katsuki.
Something about him always infuriated her without fail, with a blooming annoyance and irritation which would always make her particularly unforgiving.
It was probably the years after years of conflict that caused this to be built into her system.
Furious clenches between her eyebrows and snarls on her lips were the default face she made around him.
But somehow for reasons she could not comprehend, a strange click in her happened while she argued for the room and he spatted a ‘fuck off’ at her.
Her eyes just had to wander and notice the weirdest things about him while she was fuming.
She’d never really seen him in this state before - maybe she did but just didn’t bother because, in her eyes, he was always the young annoying brat she knew since little and wanted nothing to do with him.
But tonight was different. Being up close and spitting fire at him alone made noticing...anatomical things about him inevitable.
Without his usual oversized tee or singlets, his sweaty sculpted body rippled to every movement.
It was hard to miss the prominent waves of clenches ripping down the taut muscles down his chiseled six-packs to the V-line disappearing below the stretchy waistline of his black sweatpants.
Under his tightened jaw jarring out at her, the noticeable bops of his Adam’s apple were distracting as they exchanged spats of demanding, awful words.
Being in a sports bra and a pair of fitting shorts, she didn’t miss the way his angry red eyes ran over her a couple of times.
Maybe that was it.
Maybe that was why her knees and her palms were pressed into the cool, wooden floor of the dance studio, with her naked arched back accentuating her equally naked ass.
Wanting this but not at all at the same time.
Aroused but angry.
Relishing but spiteful.
Brimming with moans within her rapidly expanding chest but adamantly refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing a single one of them.
Her eyes burning into the gray bricked wall and her teeth biting down on her lower lips, pushing back any moans or whimpers threatening to respond to the two long, thick fingers inside her weeping cunt.
She could feel his red eyes boring into her, enjoying her struggle to keep herself from making a sound.
Waiting for her to lose her footing and beg him.
Knowing with smugness that he was good. Damn good at what he was doing.
...That even someone who was as intense and stubborn as him would eventually bow down to him once he gained the upper hand, even if it meant needing to shove his cock into her some time soon.
“Feeling good, ain’t ya?” There was a smirk evident in his smug voice. “Admit it, bitch, your fucking pussy is literally soaking me.”
She refused to open her mouth, knowing something would escape if she did.
An actual smirk curled his lips at her silence, tad amused at her loud, tattered breathing.
“Oh wait, what the fuck am I doing anyway?” Bakugou eyed her with an anticipating calculated glint, “Why should I care if you feel good? You don’t deserve anything from me.”
His fingers slipped out, splatters of her slick arousal flickering across the floor. A whine nearly escaped her at the emptiness between her folds.
Clad loosely within his sweatpants, his thigh muscles clenched as he moved to stand on his feet.
“...St-Stop.”
Bakugou paused, his knee he knelt on hovering over the floor as he glanced over with dancing eyes.
“Stop?”
Tongue darting out to lick his fingers clean, Bakugou resisted a groan at the taste in his mouth.
Fuck, how can someone like her taste this...nice?
His eyes lingered on her sopping cunt hungrily as he planted himself behind her ass to marvel at his work.
“...you can’t just leave something half done, bastard.’ Her thighs under her shook.
Leave it to this girl to remain stubborn.
His lips curled wider.
That was something he liked yet hated about her. His feelings toward her had always been an enigma since...forever.
She was intriguing but grated on his nerves. And he was sure that was what she felt about him too.
Seeing her succumb to him had always been a dirty little wet dream he always thought about.
“Yes I can,” A scoff blew through his lips, “and I just fucking did. So deal with it, bitch.”
Today felt like the day to let it all play out.
He made his move to step away, eyes fixed and breath bated for her reaction.
“No wait, please-”
A pleading whimper she fought so hard to hold back interrupted her before she could stop herself.
His Adam’s apple bopped with an elaborate, deep gulp at the broken sound drifting to his ears.
Shit, that sounded so...
Bakugou shuddered to the chill running down his body, down to the tightening pressure in his pants.
Was she finally giving in?
“Please?” His lips parted to a grin. “Please what? Speak up, where did all that bitchiness go?”
Oh, he was definitely still infuriating as always but fuck, she really needed him. Right now. Even if it meant giving in.
Her toes curled. “Don’t go. St-Stay with me.”
Shaky exhale at the sweet crack in her weak, quiet voice, red eyes glimmered with a dangerous keen look, sharpening with an almost feral edge.
Tongue licking his bottom lip sensually, Bakugou tilted his head back and rolled it to his right shoulder in a condescending, lazy manner.
“And you think I’ll oblige to that?” A chuckle huffed out of his mouth as his hands hung heavily in his pockets. “Beg me like a little bitch then.”
An annoyed sigh sifted through her gritted teeth, feeling herself wavering.
And she did.
“Ple...Please fuck me,” Her heated walls quivered with impatience and overwhelming needs.
It was too much.
He was driving her nuts.
She was driving herself nuts.
Everything felt so fucked up tonight, but she didn’t even want to give a damn anymore.
“I-I’ll be your bitch for today.” Her words gasped out of her in a whimpering plea.
A coat of silence echoed after her words.
“Fine.” Amusement cracked the grin on his face wider. “But you gotta call me Daddy. Now, let me hear it.”
Another sigh of annoyance blew through her mouth.
“Da…” Her lips trembled with hesitation.“...Daddy.”
“Good, but I’m not gonna do all the work here.” His eyes glinted. “Sit on your ass and spread your legs, I wanna watch you prep yourself for me.”
Bakugou toed his shoes off and kicked aside before moving to sit against the mirrored wall.
Back slouching against the cool surface, his eyes followed her movement with raw hunger. Meticulous to every detail of her body moving with her.
Her breasts shifting and lightly jiggling to her turning body, their nipples perking at him.
The spread of her legs widening before him as she settled on her butt.
The red blush adorning her cheeks as her hand gingerly reached down to her leaking cunt, prying open her folds with shaky fingers.
What hit him the hardest was the quiet, wavering look in her eyes he’d never thought he would ever see on her face, as if she was feeling...shy around him.
He couldn’t quite believe his own eyes. Shyness and her just did not fit but it was there.
Bizarre, indeed.
...that she could actually feel shy around him.
A guy she bared her teeth at, almost every time she saw him. Like she would rather set herself on fire than have anything to do with him.
Fuck, something about this foreign side of her was so...sexy. He had to fight himself not to palm his erecting cock poking up against his pants.
To add to the sight, the soft moans leaving her parted lips and the soft, wet squelches made by her fingers were killing him.
His red eyes looked even redder with heat and carnal hunger as he watched her reach her other hand up to cup her breast, tugging and rolling her nipple between her fingers.
Familiarity evident in her actions.
Shit. Was this something she’d done a lot alone?
Bakugou stared hard, too caught up by her to realize that his harsh, raspy breathing was giving his arousal away.
Obvious enough to make her smirk.
Lifting her eyes from her working fingers inside her cunt, she met his gaze and felt a strong urge to tease him.
While she was feeling kinda strange and shy about performing her usual masturbation technique for him, she was still her.
A little reign of control was something she could at least do while being submissive to that grinning hot asshole.
“...Are you enjoying my little show, Daddy?” She spoke through her pants. “Do you see how ready I am for you?”
The smirk on her face grew.
Her fingers burrowed inside her slipped out to pry her folds open for his fixated eyes. “Look at how much I’m producing.”
Through her slit, her arousal leaked and spilled over the wooden floor, growing the small puddle under her.
His widened eyes stared back at her, his muscles running down his body rippling and clenching hastily to his harsh breathing.
The choked grunt he was pushing down slipped out of his grasp as a soft whimpering moan, cracking through heavy puffs of his exhale.
“...you little bitch.”
Bakugou sprang forward and planted himself between her legs, arms tensing around her thighs to pull her further apart.
A responsive sharp gasp rushed down to his ears.
His face was down quickly on her weeping slit, his tongue giving her clit a roll before jamming itself between her folds.
Lapping and gulping down her fluid like a thirsty person, a low moan hummed against her as he felt her fingers dig into his hair with a tug.
Watching him from above her rapidly heaving breasts, her eyes glazed over with heat as she watched him taste her with fervor.
Her breath grew louder by the seconds.
“Li-Liking the taste?” Her hand ran over his hair, soft blond locks sifting through her fingers as she caressed his head with soft tugs.
Pulling away slightly, a snort huffed against her cleaned slit as his lips hovered with a smirk.
“Nah, I like it better fucking you with my cock.”
Her breath hitched. “...You can do it now, you know.” She bit her lower lip at the thought.
There was a pause after her words. Like he was mulling over something.
“Very well, get in front of the mirror.” Warm breath of chuckles tickled her skin.
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “What?”
“If I’m going to do it,” A crooked smirk curled his lips, growling his words hoarsely. “I’m going to fuck you in front of a mirror so you can watch.”
Clenching taut muscle on his back moved with him as he retreated from her parted legs to settle in a kneel on his knees.
This time, it was her time to laugh.
“Never took you for such a kinky bastard.” She got up and slipped past him to the mirror anyway.
“So...” Her hands planted on the mirrored wall as she adjusted her position till her ass was stuck out. “...like this?”
She glanced down at herself and turned her head to gauge his response to her stance-
“I’m fucking sure I’m not the only one.”
Her action came to a halt with a shiver as his warm breath shuddered across her shoulder, feeling his warmth radiate over her back like a coat as he appeared behind her.
“Look at you, already getting it correct.”
His lips pressed to her ear.
“Someone’s excited to feel my cock in her slutty pussy eh,” His words ended in a taunting hiss. “...kinky bitch?”
His arms snapped around her waist, one flying down to cup the conjunction between her thighs with his large hand, immediately greeted by a sharp gasp from her.
The sculpted curls of his bicep rippled to his movement as he shifted her further away from the wall.
To the point that she had to lean her weight on her arms probed against the mirrored wall- her fingers splayed and digging into the surface to support herself.
In this position, her back was arched, accentuating her ass even more. The folds between the widened gap of her thighs stretched out right before his aching, swollen cock ready in his hand.
“I have to give it to you though,” He slathered himself between her stretched folds teasingly, “You’ve done a good job prepping yourself.”
His eyes prodding hers through their reflection drank the sight of her parting lips at his action, the helpless sob feeding the heat within his grip.
“Won’t you look at that.”
A whistle blew through his lips the moment his glance slipped down to admire how thoroughly coated his length was in her slick fluid-
“...So fucking wet for my cock.” -with a hum of satisfaction in his chest.
His red eyes rose to meet her dazed ones again, his hand pausing to prod her with his cock.
That and a stretching grin on his face was his only warning before his hip rutted forward, burrowing his whole length into her in one powerful shove.
She jerked forward from the force with a loud cry, her chest heaving and falling hastily in a drawling breathless moan at the abrupt, dramatic stretch of her cervix.
“...Fuck, your tight little cunt is as bitchy as you.” A strangled grunt rumbled in the chest pressed against her back.
Eyes rolling back in ecstasy, she felt him pull himself back, the vein on his thick, generous girth rubbing deliciously against her melting, throbbing walls as he drew himself to his tip.
A delirious whimper accompanying his movement as she relished in the sinfully sweet friction inside her.
But was quickly interrupted with a sharp cry spiking through her when he slammed back in.
And that started his relentless, powerful pace in her.
Forcing tumbling moans out of her as his powerful thrusts hammered into with strong, rough prods.
His heated red eyes watching her greedily through their reflection as his cock shot inside her at every thrust of his hip.
The muscle curling on his arms clenched and ripped across his skin, along with his rippling body as he hiked her leg up by the crook of his elbow.
His eyes drifted down to where he could see his balls slapping against her folds, his cock disappearing between them in a plundering speed.
The splutters of their mixed fluids from his fierce ruts were clearly visible.
And when he returned his eyes to her face, shit - what he saw nearly made him lose the reign over his own building release.
With the sultry moans dragging through her panting, parted lips, the hazy heat through her fluttering blinks reflected back at him.
Somewhere between the heat of each thrust, they had shifted closer to the mirror, close enough for her nipples to brush across the cool surface at every furious bounce of her breasts.
“Gro-Growing addicted to my cock?” Bakugou managed through his tattered breathing.
She responded to him with trembling whimpers.
“...Clearly.” He remarked mockingly.
Chest pressed flush against her back, his hand slipped up to cup her throat and tilted her head back till the side of her head met his smirking lips.
“Don’t come begging me for more after this,” His low, husky voice breathed into her ear, “...unless you’re ready to permanently call me Daddy, got it?”
Her eyes clenched close at his words.
Oh, fuck.
Along with those stirring words, his cock continued to pound through her between her struggle to form coherent thoughts.
All they did to her was push her closer to the edge.
Her brain felt so heavy and slow, too saturated and hazy in the fast-approaching heat of her orgasm.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
“I-I’m...”
White flashes met her eyes with every rut the thick, bulging girth pushed into her, straining her walls with wide stretches again and again.
This was it.
His smirk widened. “You what?”
She just can’t hold it anymore.
“I...can’t-”
A loud sob wrecking through her throat as her pulsing walls clamped down harshly over his plunging cock, flooding her insides with rich juice of her arousal.
The choked moan dragging through his breathing mingled with her tattered voice.
“Shit,” Bakugou tried to speak, “...you sneaky little slut.”
The tight muscles of his broad back and down to his taut ass rippled and clenched vigorously to his furious thrusts.
The pleasure squeezing his painfully swollen cock was urging him to let go as he continued working his cock through her greedy clutching walls.
“...D-Don’t you dare cum inside me.” Her words fell out of her as she tried to fight through the moans leaving her.
Her weak whimpering moans escaped her one after another in a hasty fashion as her body rocked fast along with his.
A shaky snort left Bakugou.
“...Don’t be so fucking obvious,” he panted over her shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “you don’t deserve any of that.”
With that, his movement inside her grew faster. The need for his own release evident in the desperate, wild snaps of his hip, her butt cheeks jiggling to the slams against them.
Until-
“...Shit.”
With a loud throaty grunt, he tore himself out of her at the nick of time, bursting his load all over her the moment his cock was freed.
Staggering on her quivering legs, she turned to watch him throw his head back with a long growl shredding through his throat as he sprayed ropes and ropes of his seeds from his cock.
Her breathing was shaky and heavy as his pumping hand splattered his thick warm cum onto her.
She fixed her heated eyes on him, absorbing the sight of the agonizing pleasure showing on his face greedily into her memory.
Knowing this was probably the last time she would ever see it.
They had always rubbed off each other the wrong way, but this was the craziest they’d been.
But that doesn’t mean she didn’t like it.
#bakugou smut#bnhabookclub#bnha bakugo katsuki#bakugou katsuki#bakugou imagine#mha bakugou#mha smut#katsuki smut#bnha katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo imagine
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Street Life
04
TW: Vulgar Language, Weapons, Violence
"Keep this shit on you at all times. You never know who or where you gotta lay a muthafucka out" Tical handed him the gun carefully.
"Thanks man" he said.
"With you being one of my best runners. Im surprised you ain't already have a piece "he responded taking a pull of his weed.
His previous conversation with his cousin made him think. He really needed to make sure he got home overnight because if he didn't who would take care of his family if he wasn't there.
He sat on his bed looking at the gun as he thought. The door slammed open and in came Fresh and his homeboy, Mike.
"Yo Stretch, we-" Fresh stated before he saw the gun
"What's up Mike?" Stretch changed the subject.
"Sup man. You coming through that party tonight?"
"Yeah man! This shit is supposed to be off the hook" he said just as the door opened again.
"Damn. Nobody knocks?" he asked as Romeo walked into the room.
"Yeah whatever man. Here goes the mail" he said tossing it on Stretch's bed.
"Thanks"
"No problem. What's up Mike"
"L.K, what's up."
"Shit hopefully some trouble tonight if you know what I mean" he said with a sinister grin making the boys in the room laugh.
"All the flyest ladies are suppose to be there tonight" Mike spoke taking a seat in the chair by the desk.
" I'm leaving with one of them tonight." Romeo stated. Nobody denied it because they knew how charming he could be. Girls knew he reputation and still decided to lay down with him with no remorse.
"Stretchy my guy. Can I hold your leather jacket tonight?"
"Yeah man. Go ahead and wear it."
"You the best man!"
"Romeo bring my shit back in one piece!!" He yelled.
"I gotcha, Christopher!" He yelled from the hall.
"You good, Fresh?" Stretch asked.
"Are you good?" He asked his older cousin.
"Always."Stretch knew he was referring to the gun that nobody else seemed to see him slide under his pillow.
"Are y'all both ok? Y'all niggas are acting weird." Mike said glancing at the two as they glared at one another.
"Mike lets go practice for tonight."
"Be easy Stretch." Mike dapped him up.
"Always."
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"Yo this party is fly!" Romeo said as the group walked in.
"Oh yeah we're gonna go crazy tonight" Fresh rubbed his hands together as a girl walked past and gave him the eye.
"Baby your feet must be tired 'cause you been running through my mind all day!!" He said as he quickly wrapped his arm around her and chucked up a peace sign to his crew.
"He's coming for your spot!" Mike joked patting Romeo on his back.
"I'll see y'all brothers later." Stretch laughed making his was to the kitchen.
Nodding his head to the music he grabbed a bottle of water. He wasn't much of a drinker. Not to mention he was the designated driver for everyone else.
"You came." He heard over the loud music. Turning towards the person invading his personal space, there was Cheryl standing there with a small smile.
"And miss the opportunity to see your pretty face? I'd never." He spoke into her ear and wrapped his long arm around her.
"I see you're feeling bold tonight."
"No. I just know a pretty lady when I see one." He smiled. She laughed moving his arm from around her.
"You leaving?"
"Just heading over to my girls."
"Ok. You need someone to walk you over?" Cheryl nodded and he gave her another smile and grabbed her hand.
She pulled him into a room where there wasn't so much smoke and the music was slightly muffled.
"Hey ladies" he spoke and shook their hands.
"So I'm saying, baby. Why you keep trying to break my heart?!" Fresh asked.
She smiled at him and shook her head. He was leaning in to whisper in her ear. The girl giggled, turning to face him she planted a kiss on his lips.
"Mmh. That's what I'm talking about!" He leaned into her again but was interrupted hearing Mike start their set.
"Keep it warm for me, beautiful" he stood up and made his way to the makeshift stage.
The party seemed to enjoy the performance. Bodies danced around, some were high off of the energy while others had indulged in some party favors.
Some time went by before a slow song pulsed through the speakers. Everyone grabbed the person next to them and held them close as Silk’s "Freak Me" toned down the party.
Stretch finally had an excuse to pull Cheryl close to him as they danced. His finger tips gently ran up and down her clothed spine as he felt her hand run across the back of his head.
The moment was interrupted by a commotion behind them. He turned his head to see his cousin, Fresh arguing with another man. Watching from his spot he saw the men shove each other.
The woman Fresh danced with stood there trying to stop what Stretch knew was going to happen. Although his younger cousin was silly, once he was angry it was best to stay out of his way and leave him alone.
Making his way over to the growing circle he pushed his way into the middle just in time to hear Fresh say, "I don't give a fuck who you are. Big niggas fall hard on they asses too."
"Awe shit!" Stretch quickly grabbed his cousin.
"We not doing this here! Fresh have some respect for these people's house. Aight? That nigga ain't worth it." he pushed him as he charged for the man.
"Better listen to ya homie, lil nigga. Wasn't gonna do shit any way." He laughed.
"Listen to him and follow right behind him like a bitch" and with that Fresh moved his older cousin out of the way and punched him in his nose. He stomped his boot into the man's face and body as Stretch struggled to pull him away.
Romeo as Mike finally made their way over and helped him drag the angry kid out of the house.
"Nigga, where the hell did you go?! Mike Tyson over here was not playing games." Stretch said laughing.
"You stomped the shit out of his head, kid. He gone be mad when he look in the mirror tomorrow." Mike said lightly shoving Fresh making him laugh a little.
"Let's get home. I'm tired and I know Muhammad Ali probably worn out." Romeo stated. All the boys looked at him.
"That's because you was sexing someone's daughter half the party." Fresh spoke making everyone laugh some more.
"Aye man. Shorty said that Jodeci got her ready. Slip the DJ a few bucks and she was ready to “Come and talk to me, y’know?" He spoke dusting off his shoulders.
"Y'all are crazy. Let's get out of here before ol' dude gets out here and it's a part two." Stretch said as they walked towards the subway.
#street life series#chadwick boseman fan fiction#Chadwick Boseman#80s fanfiction#90s fanfiction#method man#DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince#will smith#merlin santana#kellie shanygne williams
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Ok so we all write about big horny go getter Shigaraki, but what about sexually repressed, pent up Shigaraki
Bitch you K N O W I had to write it now
He’s trying not to look. He really is. Honest. No, really.
You’re frantically flouncing around the kitchen in nothing but a tank top and shorts -your “sleepwear”- at 2 am, desperately searching for something. He doesn’t know what. He wasn’t listening (truthfully, he couldn’t focus) when you asked him about it. Instead he went on autopilot, shaking his head while pretending he wasn’t lasciviously leering at the sight of so much of your skin on show.
Your shorts, if you can call them that, barely cover the curve of your ass, leaving a good portion of the thick flesh and thighs on display to him. The tank top you’re wearing gives him a generous view of your cleavage, even more when you move a little too emphatically and he practically drools as they jiggle ever so slightly. It’s only fuels his curiosity as to what your tits look like beneath the stretchy fabric.
Even worse than your practically bared form is the fact that he can see your nipples, pebbled and hardening, from underneath the thin material of the tank top. His logical mind knows it’s likely due to the chilly air drafting through the kitchen, but Shigaraki isn’t exactly in thinking mode right now, unless you count him imagining what it would be like pinch the delicate little nubs between his fingers, rolling and abusing them before pulling them between his teeth, sucking them between his lips and coating them in his saliva.
He mentally chastises himself. He’s the leader of the League of Villains, not some horny, lovesick little boy. Sure, he’ll masturbate on occasion, but just enough to keep the feelings at bay. He has a few videos favorited on his favorite porn site, but it’s nothing compared to the filthy, disgusting, degrading things going through his mind right now. You’re his teammate, his friend, someone who trusts him.
Would you still trust him if you knew he was imagining how tight your little cunt is and how well you could milk his cock?
He reminds himself it’s unprofessional to shamelessly ogle his underlings, but you make it so hard when you bend over to look underneath the counter, cheeks pulled so taut against your shorts that he can make out the cleft of your ass. You’d look so good bent over for him, one of his hands gripping you open as he pounds inside you until his cum drips freely from your hole.
Stop it! His mind hisses. He’s unsure if it’s directed at himself, or you.
“You know, if you’re cold, you should put on a jacket.” He slips out, a desperate attempt to make you realize just what is happening and have mercy on him. Please, please just stop putting these thoughts in his mind. He can’t think clearly and he’s being tugged so harshly between lust and shame that it’s ripping him apart.
“Huh? I’m not cold.” You look genuinely confused, and in that moment, Shigaraki has never been more grateful that his mask covers the majority of his face. He’s bright red, cheeks burning and face flushed with what little blood he has to spare from between his legs as he realizes you legitimately have no clue of the impact you’re having on him.
You shrug his comment off as your boss just being his odd self, and continue your search of whatever item it is that’s evading you. He closes his eyes, trying to control himself. If he can’t see you, it can’t affect him right?
Wrong. Dead wrong. You stop your foot, a high pitched whine emanating from your throat. Listen, he knows it’s from frustration, but it’s just a little too suggestive, a little too sinful to his already wandering mind. He shifts uncomfortably on his stool, imagining if you’ll whine like that when his head is between your thighs, tongue lapping at your dripping core as your thighs clench around his ears, driving him onward-
Stop. He sucks in a ragged breath, self control running precariously low. His nails are digging into his palm so hard he can practically feel the crescent shaped bruises forming. He’s never considered himself particularly rapacious, but if you keep teasing him, keep tempting him with thoughts of what lies beneath the shadow of your clothing, he’s going to lose it. He’s going to take you on this counter, whether you want it or not.
Finally, finally you seem to give up. You turn around and face him, crossing your arms over your chest (thank God). Your lip juts out in a surly little pout and he can’t help but think about how if you keep making that face, he’ll give you something to pout about.
“Fine. I guess I’ll just go to bed then. I really wanted some noodles though.” You huff, bratty and insubordinate and just begging to be punished.
“You should do that.”
You look a little crestfallen but he’s just praying you’ll leave now. You’re hungry, after all, and he’s dangerously close to yanking you by your hair, forcing you to your knees and feeding you his cock until your stomach is full of his cum. He’s already on the edge,and the thought of your tongue dragging along his shaft as he holds you balls deep against his pelvis has his legs twitching, body desperately chasing release.
You bid him goodnight and his eyes watch your form disappear through through the door until you’re out of his line of sight. It’s taking every ounce of self control not to follow you and corner you in the hallway, hike your legs around his waist and drive into you until you’re crying and clenching around his swollen cock. He has to bite his tongue until it bleeds to distract himself from the fact that it’s something he could actually do.
He’s out of control, out of his mind and out of patience. Relenting to himself, he palms himself through his jeans, rubbing his straining cock before pulling it out. He knows it’s entirely a possibility that you could turn around and walk back in, and honestly he hopes you do. It should be you stroking his thick length in your soft little hands, anyway.
Showing a little gratitude and appreciation to your leader.
He squeezes his tip, precum leaking from the slit as he pretends it’s you handling his cock. Your lips kissing along the shaft and rubbing your cheek against him, smearing the viscous fluid across your skin. You’d moan, worshipping his throbbing length and using both hands to work him eagerly.
Or maybe you’d be shy and meek, inexperienced fingers exploring between his thighs like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen a male. Your clumsy movements only serve to arouse him further, knowing he’s taking your innocence.
Or maybe you’d pretend you didn’t want it, eyes wide and moist, begging him to let you go, promising you wouldn’t tell anyone. Your mouth is sobbing no, but the wetness between your legs as he thrusts his fingers deep into your pussy says otherwise.
He lets his mind wander and continues speeding his movements, hips thrusting wantonly into his own fist as he pictures you in all sorts of positions, littering his marks across your skin and covering you in his fluids while you scream and beg for him. Eventually it becomes too much and he feels the familiar tightening in his balls as he reaches his climax, cock spitting up onto his own shirt and jeans. He relishes in the high for a few moments, gulping in air like he’s suffocating and letting the satisfying tingle electrify his limbs.
And then he’s hit with a wall of relentless shame.
Fuck fuck fuck! It never should have gotten this far. He had lost his sense of self control, unabashedly manhandling his genitals in the open to the thought of you stuffed to the hilt, greedily sucking on him and-
Alright! Enough already!
Embarrassed and defeated, he shoves himself back into his pants, ripping off a few paper towels to try and clean himself as best as he can before stomping down the hall and retreating to his room in shame.
He’d crossed a line. He’d lusted for a member of his team. Now that he thought about it, even after he emptied himself, he still wanted you.
How could anything go back to normal? How was he going to maintain a professional facade when all he could think about is how you’d look sprawled underneath him, cock buried deep inside you?
This was so far beyond the pale of the problems he’d anticipated. His master would be so ashamed.
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Ladder Stitch?
A/N: Heyyyoo it’s me again! Just wanted to say thanks for all the support on my first two stories. I appreciate it. I would love it if y’all threw some requests at me, it’d be fun. Anyways... Enjoy! <3
Pairing: Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader
Summary: You’ve been patching up Spider-Man for a few months now. You’re like his own little private nurse. But, what happens when his identity is revealed at the worst possible moment?
Warnings: Needles, Pain, Blood, Cursing, maybe a bit of angst and fluff
BANG BANG BANG!!!!!
You shot up from the comfort of your sheets, dropping the book you were reading on the floor beside you when you heard the loud knocking on your window. You practically sprinted at lightning speed when you saw the familiar red and blue suit peering through your window.
In one swift movement, your window was open and Spider-Man was clinging to your oversized sleeping shirt for dear life. It was then that you noticed the arm of his suit was ripped open, showing off a large gash that was bleeding fast.
Without even asking any questions, you rush him over to your bed and sit him down, before sprinting into your bathroom to get your first aid kid. You throw the kit on the bed and run to your bedside table to grab your pocket knife.
Once you’re back by Spider-Man’s side, you use your knife to tear off the spandex-like material that was around the wound. The blood gushed out of the wound even faster once the restricting fabric was removed. You sprinted back into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and bowl. Using the bowl filled with water, and a little bit of soap, you began cleaning the wound.
The clear water was tinted red before you knew it, the wound on Spider-Man’s arm still bleeding at an alarming rate. You used your knife to slice a strip of fabric from the stretchy spandex that you tore of Spider-Man’s arm earlier. You rightly wrapped said fabric above his wound, cutting off some of the blood circulation and slowing the bleeding down.
While you were in your frenzy of trying to clean his wound up and stop the bleeding, you didn’t even realize that Spider-Man’s mask was off and his honey-glazed chocolate brown eyes were watching you work. Peter fucking Parker was Spider-Man. You were shocked for a few seconds but brushed it off as you remembered that he was losing blood and the wound wouldn’t get better if you just sat there staring at him.
You clean up as much of the wound as possible and press the once white, now crimson, washcloth firmly on his gash.
“Put your hand right here Peter, I need to grab some sewing stuff, or else it’s not gonna close.” You muttered quietly, finally meeting his eyes. It was then that you noticed how much pain he really was in. His bottom lip caught between his teeth that was clamping down on it, drawing bits of blood as he tried not to scream from the pain he was in.
Before Peter knew it, you were threading the string through the eye of your sewing needle, tying off the string so it wouldn’t slip out. Bringing the needle close to his arm, you hesitated. Peter caught the anxiety that was radiating off of you.
“What are you waiting for?! Just stitch me up, please! This hurts like a bitch!” He snapped, not wanting to be rude, but the adrenaline rush and extreme pain he was in was making his head feel funny.
“I’m sorry! I-I don’t know how to do this!” You stuttered, having never stitched up a person before, you were scared that you might do it wrong and Peter’s pain would skyrocket.
“Just stick the needle in there and stitch it up!”
“I don’t know what stitch to use! The ladder stitch?”
“Sure use that one, I don’t think it makes much of a difference!!”
You nodded at mentally scolded yourself for being so stupid.
“Bite on this, it’s gone hurt like a mega-bitch.” You said grabbing your little accent throw pillow and shoving it in his mouth.
“F-mmf-k!!” Peter’s cries of agony were muffled by the pillow in his mouth as you stuck the needle through his skin. You winced as you watched it go through but soon collected yourself and remembered you had a job to do.
In a matter of minutes, you had Peter all stitched up and the bleeding was stopped. Peter spit the pillow out of his mouth as you tied a knot with your needle. He glanced down at his wound in confusion when he saw what was stitched. You could barely see the thread used to connect the broken skin back together. He almost laughed at it because it looked liked the pillow on his couch at home that Aunt May had sewn back together after it got scraped up by Peter’s clumsiness. You chuckled softly to yourself as you looked at the wound.
“I don’t think I was supposed to use a ladder stitch...” You pondered out loud.
“Probably not.” Peter laughed softly, your light giggles bringing a blush to his cheeks.
“So... you’re Spider-Man?” You questioned, though already knowing the answer.
“Yeah, I am. Sorry for not telling you.” He apologised. You waved it off, saying it’s alright. If the two of you were closer, you’d probably be angry, but you and Peter weren’t as close as you’d like, so it didn’t matter much. He could have secrets if he wanted to.
“What did you do to get a cut like this? It’s almost 4:00 and you’re banging on my window, almost dying!” You asked, sterilising the area around Peter’s newly stitched up wound.
“Just your everyday, neighbourhood Spider-Man stuff. With a bit more danger than expected.” He replied, watching you wrap a bandage on his arm to help keep the stitching in place.
“What happened, Peter. Don’t be vague.”
“Ummm I uhhh,” Peter stuttered, clearly embarrassed, “So this bad guy like threw me across the alley, right?” You nodded, trying to visualise it in your head.
“Then I scraped my arm on an old broken trash can.” He said, turning his face away to stop you from clearly seeing the embarrassment on his cheeks, expecting you to laugh at him, but you weren’t laughing.
“Holy shit! We gotta get you to the hospital! You’re gonna get tetanus!!!!” You freaked out, standing up to throw on some slides and grab your keys before Peter stopped you by grabbing your arm.
“It’s alright (Y/N), I’ll be fine. I’m gonna go see Mr Stark and Mr Banner, they’ll fix me up.” He said, rubbing up and down your arm, comfortingly.
“Well... if you wave them, why do you always come to me?” You questioned. Peter’s eyes opened wide and the blush became even more apparent on his face.
“It’s uh... I um... I-It’s because I uh... I l-like you a lot.” He stuttered, retracting his hand from your arm and moving it to scratch the nape of his neck. His head bowed to the floor to keep from having to make eye contact with you, afraid of your response.
“Peter...” you began, putting both hands on the side of his face, firing him to look at you, “I like you to.”
His honey-glazed irises lit up with joy and excitement.
“So... you wanna go out sometime or something?” He asked, confidence building up.
“On one condition...” you said, “you never, EVER, make me give you stitches again.”
“Okay, okay. Deal. But, you did a pretty good job.” He mused, earning an affectionate scoff from you.
“Yeah right!” You said sarcastically, “You look like a pillow that had to be restitched!”
Peter laughed, earning a soft chuckle to escape your lips. Who knew such a simple sound could have such an effect on him?
“I’ll try not to crash into any more trash cans.”
“You better, now get your ass over to Mr Stark and get that damn tetanus shot so I don’t get stood up by a dead guy.” You huffed, trying to push Peter our your window so he’d leave.
“Saturday, 6:30. Be ready.” He said, climbing out the window.
“Alright, I’ll be here. Just use the front door next time.” You replied, grabbing his mask off of your bed.
“Ah, I almost forgot!” Peter remembered. You thought he meant his mask, so you extended you arm out to hand it to him. But instead of grabbing it, he climbed back into your room and placed a hand on your cheek. He leaned down and pulled you closer to his face, connecting your lips. You were so taken back from him kissing you that you didn’t even realize he had grabbed his mask from your hands and was now out the window, a small smile drawn on his face.
“See ya later.” And with that, he jumped off the wall, before catching another with his webs. The realisation struck you as you watched him swing away.
“Holy shit... I just kissed Spider-Man...”
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12 Days of Demon Ayno - Day 3 (18+ M)
Supernatural AU
Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV x Female Reader
Genre: Fluff & S M U T
Warnings: Fingering, Graphic sex (semi-public, mirror, un-protected)
Word Count: 2435
AN: Welcome to Day 3 of the 12 Days of Demon Ayno! As promised, here’s the SMUT! (Oh don’t worry- there’s more where this came from!) I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! Hope you like it!
Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9
On the 3rd Day of Christmas: You Took Ayno to the Mall
You were sifting through the mail, which at this time of year consisted mostly of ads and catalogs, when you saw the envelope. Oh no. You’d almost forgotten: the office Christmas party. There was no getting out of it, and worse, somehow your co-workers had found out you had a boyfriend. This meant you were going to have to take Ayno. You glanced over at him, sitting on the couch totally engrossed in yet another insipid Hallmark Christmas movie, and wondered how you were going to pull this off. There was no way he was going to just blend in: Ayno was tall and beautiful- the platinum blonde hair you were currently gracing him with making him even more of a standout. Once you put him in a suit and tie, he was going to stop traffic and hearts. You felt yourself getting lightheaded at the thought.
Right on cue, Ayno’s head swiveled in your direction, eyes already glowing burgundy and full of sparkle, as he gracefully rose and crossed the room in three short strides to press his body against yours and capture your mouth with his. “Did you need something?” he asked suggestively.
“Nope. I’m good.” You half lied.
Never one to take no for an answer, Ayno began softly kissing your neck. “Mmmmm...your pheromones suggest otherwise.” He said softly between kisses.
“With you kissing me like that, how could they not?”
You felt his lips curve into a smile. “I don’t see the problem…”
“The problem”, you said attempting to push him away, “is that once we get going, we don’t stop! …and I unfortunately have things to get done tonight.”
“I hope you were planning to add me to your to-do list” he mock pouted.
You laughed “You are always on my to-do list.”
* * *
Any thoughts you had that you were going to leave Ayno at home and just say “he couldn’t make it” went out the window at the end of the staff meeting the next day when Megan, who you usually referred to as Mega Bitch Barbie, cornered you and asked in front of everyone “So! Will we finally be seeing this mysterious boyfriend of yours at the Christmas party?”, the tone of her voice implying that no such person actually existed. Right then and there you decided that Ayno was definitely going, and in the most lethal look you could mentally conjure for him.
* * *
“Soooo…we have to go shopping.” You told him.
“Shopping?” he asked excitedly “Can we go to the store with the chicken feet and the large spikey fruit?” Ayno loved grocery shopping.
“No, sorry- this is not a trip to the Asian market. We have to go to the Mall.”
He looked a little disappointed. “Do we have to go through every store? Many of them seem the same. And some of them stink and make me sneeze.”
You laughed lightly. “I promise we will avoid Yankee Candle and Bath & Body Works. I have to find a dress to wear to the office Christmas party.”
“Oh. When will you go to this party?”
“In a couple weeks. You’re going too.”
Ayno’s whole face lit up. “I will go with you? You think it is ok to let people see me and meet me?” he asked.
“Of course! …and before you ask, yes, I will tell them you’re my boyfriend.”
“I promise I will try not to be awkward. I will say little and stay right next to you.” he said in a rush.
Your heart hurt a little- he was trying so hard. “You’ll be fine. You’re doing a great job of acting human.”
Ayno beamed and gave you one of those full body hugs you loved. “Do I need clothes for this too?”
“Well yes- and no. You do need a suit. But I was thinking I might just conjure your clothes.”
Ayno looked wary. “Is that a good idea? You know what happens…”
He wasn’t wrong in his concern. You had learned that when Ayno said he appeared however you desired him, he meant it literally. If you truly desired him to look like SpongeBob SquarePants in a pink housecoat and hair curlers, that is exactly what he would look like…and the change would take only moments. So, if you desired him to wear the outfit on the cover of GQ- that’s what he would be instantly wearing. The problem came in when you started thinking about things you’d like him to do to you and started picturing him naked…which was why you had invested in some actual real world clothes for him- those didn’t just disappear off his body the second your thoughts went NC-17.
* * *
You started with the department stores. Nordstrom & Bloomingdale’s were too expensive, and Dillard’s had a whole lot of nothing. That meant you had to hit the mall stores.
Ayno had proven to be good to shop with: three levels of consumer paradise always fascinated him, he offered honest assessments of anything you tried on, and had seemingly endless patience with the process- particularly if you gave him your cell phone to play with. He was totally addicted to Candy Crush.
This next store looked sort of promising. Over bright lighting, hard to navigate displays, tons of disposable fast fashion, and from the overhead speakers Mariah Carey was loudly declaring that all she wanted for Christmas was you. You saw several dresses you liked right away, and they had most of them in your size. The salesgirl lead you to the dressing room area at the rear of the store. They were co-ed dressing rooms that sat down a long hallway with wooden stadium style seats on one side and then the dressing rooms on the other with doors that reached almost to the floor. You stepped inside the room to discover it was actually rather spacious and had one of those awesome three panel mirrors that you could angle so you could actually see yourself from every position all at once.
The first two dresses were absolute no goes: One of them was ill fitting, and the color on the other one washed you out. The third dress was a possibility if not a little boring. You actually had to take your bra off for dress number four: one of those tight stretchy neoprene numbers that looked almost like vinyl.
Ok, this dress was a little too body-con for an office party, but you looked sexy as hell. You were tousling your hair, turning and admiring yourself when you heard a knock on the dressing room door. You were about to tell the salesgirl you were fine, when you heard Ayno’s voice low and husky “Open the door”. You cracked it open to see his eyes blazing burgundy and full of lust. He pushed through the dressing room door and locked it behind him. He moved around to stand behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist and pressing you to his body, the other hand rubbing your thigh and pushing the already-too-short-hem of the dress ever higher. “Mmmm you do look sexy, don’t you? He said as he captured your earlobe with his teeth and began nibbling and tugging on it. “Ayno! Stop!” you hissed. “What’s the matter baby? Afraid someone will hear us?” “YES! We will get thrown out! Or arrested!!” “Then you’d better stay quiet” he growled as he pushed 2 of his fingers into your mouth. This was the closest you had ever gotten to sucking Ayno’s cock, so you went to work on his fingers with all the pent-up frustration of having been denied that privilege. His large hand kneaded and grabbed your ass as you swirled your tongue around his fingers and sucked hard. While weaving a trail of pale strawberry marks across the top of your shoulders, he worked the dress to your waist; and still feeling the smooth skin of your bare ass, he glanced down at it. “Oooo…you are feeling sexy today! You’re wearing- what do you call this again? A “thong”? Such pretty black lace…” his eyes flared a brighter burgundy as he looked up at you in the mirror “…too bad it’s in my way.” Ayno bent down, and with one hand occupied by your mouth, he used the other to pull the string taut, and brought his teeth down to rip it away from the “whale tail” at the top. You felt it give way and slingshot between your legs, coming to dangle uselessly in the front. “That’s better” he said as he brought his free hand down to smack your ass. You squealed in surprise and jumped forward slightly. “Shhhh…I can’t fuck you if you won’t stay quiet.” Ayno admonished as pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth. He pulled them out with a pop and trailed them between your ass cheeks before sliding lower and slipping them into your juicy pussy. You sighed as he slid them in and out quickly causing a squelching sound. “Is all this for me?” he whispered. You nodded and whimpered slightly, suddenly needing to feel him buried in you. You moaned in protest as he abruptly removed his fingers, bringing his hand around to the front of you, running his fingers up and down between your folds before placing your swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger and gently rolling. You gasped, bighting your lips to keep silent as he brought his other hand up and gently lifted your chin until you look up and meet his eyes in the mirror. You could feel your tension building, as you ground your ass against Ayno’s hard cock, still straining to be freed from his pants. Suddenly he stopped, kissed your cheek and whispered “Not yet” low in your ear as you moaned in protest of your stolen high.
Ayno reached up slowly removed the straps from your shoulders and rolled the dress down your sides and off your body until it fell to the floor. He turned you slightly sideways and said, “Spread your legs, bend over, and put both hands on the left mirror.” Your core grew hot with anticipation as you followed his instructions. Then he reached over and adjusted the right panel of the mirror so you could see your naked body bent before him: breasts hanging free and dripping pussy on display like an open rose. You watched breathlessly as Ayno took his finger and ran it gently along the edges of each petal, and slowly swirled around the opening before pushing a single digit back in. A sigh escaped your lips as he worked the digit slowly back and forth before withdrawing it covered in your juices to swirl around the lips again. “So beautiful.” He murmured as he repeated his actions before bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them clean. His eyes never left yours as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor next to the dress. He gently stroked himself and then brought the tip of his length to your waiting hole. He stroked the head of his cock up and down between your slick folds, lubing himself until you saw him prod the entrance, and begin teasing you by inserting just the head, and then withdrawing it. “Oh god Ayno- don’t tease me! Just fuck me” you pleaded. “So impatient” he said clucking his tongue at you. “Are you going to stay quiet?” he asked as he pushed in again. “Yes” you whispered desperately. He grabbed your hips and sheathed himself all the way in in one long steady stroke. You watched as his shaft disappeared inside you one centimeter at a time, your walls stretching as he pressed in until his thighs were flush against your ass. Then he dragged slowly all the way back out, allowing you to feel his every ridge. For a moment you could see his cock coated in your juices glistening in the dressing room lights, before he pushed himself all the way back in watching as your wet pussy lips parted to welcome him. Every time he pressed in you could feel the sweet stretch against your walls as he filled you and then the feeling of emptiness as your walls touched again when he withdrew. Ayno’s eyes met yours in the mirror “I love watching your pussy take my cock. Do you like it too? Do you like watching me fuck you?” he asked. “Yes, god yes…please Ayno, this is torture! Fuck me hard...” you whined. “Your wish is always my command” he said as he continued thrusting fully in and out of you, his pace building rapidly. The slap of his thighs against your ass was muffled by the sounds of Blink 182 telling you they would not be home for Christmas; but you watched your ass cheeks jiggle as his thighs connected, and your breasts bounce with every stroke. He continued pulling his full length out and slamming back into you despite the frenetic pace he now had. Your breath was coming in shallow pants as you reached one hand down to your throbbing clit and squeezed your eyes shut. You weren’t aware of how loud you were moaning until Ayno reached forward and clamped one hand over your mouth. “C’mon baby – don’t be scared- you don’t have to hold back.” he coaxed, seeing you fighting to keep your climax at bay. You could feel your stomach tighten and your legs starting to shake. Your moans became high pitched as your orgasm sent waves of pleasure through your body. Ayno pulled out and spun you around- pressing you against his body, your mound grinding against his bare cock and your whimpers lost in his mouth as you rode it out.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. You broke away from the kiss, your whole body going stock still, shaking legs still being supported by Ayno. “Hi! How’s it goin’ in there?!” the voice of the overly cheerful salesgirl asked. Ayno broke into a huge grin. “Great! Thanks!” you called back, hoping you didn’t sound as shaky as you felt. “Was that a good size for you? Did that fit ok?” she asked. Ayno’s whole body began shaking with silent laughter. “Yep! It was perfect. Fit like a dream.” you answered back trying not to laugh. “Ok! Let me know if you need anything else!” she said as she moved on to check the next patron. “Maybe some new underwear…” you mumbled under your breath.
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hey 👋🏻 i wanted to ask if you are still in the mood to write a scenario??🙈 if yess could you write something cute yet funny?? like being unable to do basic things because you hurt/ broke your hand and yoongi needing to do everything e.g cooking and stuff and complaining about it 24/7 but secretly enjoying and loving it?? no probs if you don’t!! have a wonderful day❤️
pairing; boyfriend!yoongi x reader
genre; fluff, established relationship au, grumpy yoongi, lots & lots of whining, also surprise! soft in luv yoongi!, small kithes, slight crack, cussing
wc; 2.9k
summary; after an extremely ridiculous incident that resulted in your hand malfunctioning, you deem your dear boyfriend, min yoongi, as your new servant for the time being. you know, until you get better of course.
a/n: i hope this is what u wanted anon! i luv this idea thank u for requesting :( here comes the shit storm that is this fic. thank u. if anyone wants to request a scenario of their own, plz send it thru the ask option!
“Yoongi! Stop walking for a second, you’re going to make me drop it!”
“Well you’re the one who’s moving too slow. Not my fault you take baby steps.”
“I’m literally walking on an incline carrying a whole ass table right now, can you please be a little more considerate?”
“Jesus Christ just keep moving! My hands are about to give out.”
“Wait wait wait stop, stop! I’m about to!-”
CRASH.
“FUCK!”
“What did I just fucking say Y/N.”
- - -
“So basically, your wrist is just sprained,” the doctor spoke, his deep voice resonating through your eardrums as you sat there on the crumpling paper bed sheet.
You’d been sitting there for so long listening to him explain your injury that you might just have an ass imprint. All of this for a stupid sprained wrist.
“Oh, that’s good. Considering you screamed bloody murder for like 20 minutes straight, I was expecting the worst,” your boyfriend replied, his monotone voice practically vibrating the whole room.
Scrunching your features together in annoyance at his words, you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms, though wincing slightly as the white, stretchy material of the gauze wrapped around your right wrist irritated the injury.
“Listen, I swear it felt like I broke it or something. I thought I was gonna die,” you exaggerated, though in the moment you didn’t care you sounded like a whining child.
“Well, I can assure you that wouldn’t have happened,” the doctor responded, raising his eyebrow in a matter-of-fact manner towards you. “Anyways, at this point you just need to go home and rest. I would recommend not doing any physical tasks that may injure your wrist further for the next week or so,” he stated. “Taking small dosages of some acetaminophen will help with any lingering pain. Other than that, you’re all good to go!”
“Thanks Dr. Kim. I’ll be sure to keep this wild animal on house arrest,” Yoongi joked, extending his right hand outwards towards your left, uninjured one as you hopped off the tall table. The white paper beneath you crackled obnoxiously and nearly stuck to you as you began to head out the door of the small room.
“Thanks Dr. Kim!” You copied, his figure disappearing out of sight as you circled the corner with your boyfriend leading the way. As you two stepped towards the exit doors, you peeked up at him as his blonde, fluffy hair nearly masked his current expression. Though you could guess what he was about to say.
“You’re literally so dumb,” he muttered under his breath, his voice still completely loud enough for you to pick up on it.
“For the love of God Yoongi, you’re the one who wouldn’t put the table down so I could get a better grip on it! My arms were literally shaking and you watched me perish,” you argued.
“Oh okay sure. Whatever. Let’s just go home before you somehow end up breaking your leg by just breathing,” Yoongi laughed, his shoulders bouncing up and down as he tugged you along towards his awaiting, parked car as you shook your head, a frown apparent on your lips.
- - -
“Yoongi, can you get me a water from the fridge please?” You mumbled, your body currently buried within the comforting covers of your bed, your eyes focused rather intently on the television screen projecting a movie the two of you had chosen to watch together.
“I distinctly remember the doctor saying it was just your wrist that was sprained. What, suddenly your legs don’t work either?” He grunted, his chest that was pressed up against your temple rumbling.
“Pleeease, I just don’t want to miss anything. I know you’re not even watching it asshole, you’ve been on your phone like the whole time,” you accused, causing his body to momentarily tense beneath your head. “Are you really gonna be this rude to a cripple?”
“You’re not a cripple. Your hand is just stupidly weak, but fine, I’ll get it, but just this once. Just because you hurt your wrist doesn’t mean I’m going to do everything for you, Y/N,” he firmly responded, poking his skinny, pale index finger against your cheek for emphasis.
“Okay whatever, thanks babe,” you grinned, a knowing gleam entering your eyes as you shifted your body against the pillows as he got up to leave to retrieve your water from the kitchen down the hall.
It’s funny how wrong he was.
Just a few hours later that same day, around 6 PM, dinner time finally rolled around and you were fucking starving. You had been so engrossed in the movie, and in your mission in trying not to move as much as possible, you barely noticed how late it was.
“I think my stomach is about to eat itself. I can’t move, can you cook tonight instead Yoongi?”
Yoongi, who had been sitting at his desk scribbling on sheets of paper, his large, black glasses adorning the top of his nose, turned around to face you in disbelief. “I cooked last night Y/N what the fuck. Tonight is your night.”
“I know but my wrist is starting to hurt again,” you pouted, a whiny tone entering your voice. Sprawled atop of your shared bed, uncaringly looking like a mess, you visibly cupped your injured hand with your opposite. “The doctor said not to do any physical activity either, so, suck it,” you added, a large, childish smirk gracing your lips as you stuck your chin up at your boyfriend in triumph.
Staring dead straight into your eyes from the side of the room, Yoongi’s expression was rather blank as his dark eyes observed your smug frame. You noticed his pupils roam across your lips for a brief moment longer before he snapped them back towards your eyes.
“No,” he finalized, swerving back around to face the task he had previously been working on.
“Bitch!”
“Sorry, I’m a little deaf, you’re going to have to speak up some more if you’re trying to say something important,” he muttered, his voice set low as his hand picked up the pen he was previously holding.
“Yoongi…”
Silence.
“Yoongi please.”
You could practically feel the dead air.
“Yoongi, my love, please, I will even let you make shrimp ramen for dinner.”
Your boyfriend’s writing momentarily froze at your words, though picked back up once more after a brief few seconds.
Pursing your lips together in indignation, you observed the back of Yoongi’s white strands of hair, a single tuft poking up at the top that always refused to cooperate.
“I guess I could make salmon for dinner again…” you began, eyeing his form through your peripheral vision as you slowly maneuvered your legs to dangle off the side of the bed.
At that, the sudden slamming of a pen on Yoongi’s wooden work desk caught your attention, his chair flashing backwards almost at the speed of light.
“I’ll make dinner tonight! Don’t worry about it babe! I got it!” He rushed out, nearly stumbling towards your figure as you were halfway off of the bed, one leg on and one leg off, brushing the tips of your toes against the carpet. “Why don’t you stay in bed and I’ll bring it to you? Just, please, don’t go in the kitchen,” he begged, wrapping his long fingers around your upper left arm, a pleading look visible within his nearly black eyes.
Attempting to conceal the victorious smile that nearly slipped from your features, you slowly nodded, purposefully acting clueless and hesitant. “Oh, well if you say so,” you hummed, lifting your shoulders upwards in a slight shrug. Moving your body back into the same place that it had been in for basically the entire day, the very corners of your lips curled upwards.
“I’ll be back. Don’t move,” he demanded, eyeing your position with a deadly glare as he made his way towards the opened bedroom door. Using his index and middle finger, he acted out an ‘i’m watching you’ motion before his short figure exited the room.
“This is too easy,” you whispered to yourself, resting your wrapped hand against your chest while you used the other to curl behind your head against the pillows, propping your skull upwards.
20 minutes later, Yoongi returns with a steaming bowl of ramen, nothing less of what you expected from him. A slightly disgruntled look entered your eyes as you could smell the faint traces of shrimp drift into the air of your bedroom.
You hated seafood, but you suppose you could swallow it for the sake of your boyfriend’s struggles.
However, as he handed you your individual bowl, you immediately glanced up at Yoongi in confusion. “Did you-”
“Yes, I did,” he mumbled, already placing himself back down at his desk that he had been occupying. “I ended up making you chicken ramen. Didn’t want to hear even more of your complaints,” he grunted, seemingly annoyed, though you were able to see through his facade.
A fond smile graced your lips as you swirled the golden, curly noodles within your bowl with your chopsticks, the delicious scent of your favorite flavor of ramen euphorically drifting through your nostrils.
“Thanks babe.”
As you began to slurp down your ‘home-cooked’ meal, eyes now darting back to watch whatever was playing on the TV, Yoongi’s actions in scarcely glancing back towards your now elated frame were completely unknown to you.
You happened to miss the slight quirk in his own pale pink lips as he noticed a drop of ramen juice decorating the corner of your naturally pouty lips as you continued to devour your small dinner.
- - -
The next day, you finally had decided it was time to at least get out of bed.
Yoongi had left a short while ago to pick up something he needed, you didn’t really hear what, considering your were basically blacked out asleep when he left, but now that you were awake, you were a bit bored waiting for him to return.
Seated on your small living room sofa, you surveyed the layout of your house, pressing your lips together in a firm line. Kicking your legs back and forth in a thoughtful motion, you tapped your fingers along the soft cushion of the couch as the silence basically engulfed your brain.
“I guess I might as well do something productive. Our room is a fucking mess,” you muttered to yourself, heaving out a long sigh. Already not looking forward to the task though knowing it needed to be done, you stood up from your spot on the couch, stepping down the wooden hallway to enter your bedroom. Eyeing the state, a groan passed from your lips.
“Why are we disgusting?” You complained under your breath, kneeling down and keeping your knees tucked underneath your chest in order to balance your frame, you got to work by gathering all of the clothes strewn across the carpeted floor with your left hand. After your hands began to get full, you began holding the bundle with your injured one, one of Yoongi’s shirts barely dangling from your elbow.
However, as you struggled to gather all of them by yourself to dispose of them in the hamper located in the corner of the room, you missed the sound of the front door opening.
Cursing under your breath in annoyance as you padded over to the white bin, you frowned as you dropped some articles of clothing on your journey there. “For fuck’s sake how is life this stupid without one arm?”
“What on Earth are you doing?” A deep voice sounded from behind you, causing you to let out a loud shriek of surprise, resulting in you to ultimately drop the entire pile of clothes.
Spinning around, you glared at the figure of your boyfriend, who stood with a slightly amused expression adorning his features as he watched all of the dirty items tumble to the floor.
“For your information, I’m trying to be productive and clean up around here - unlike some people,” you sassed, placing your single non-wrapped hand against your hip.
“Uh huh, well, I see how that’s going,” he mused, gesturing towards your failed attempt that now looked like it exploded on the bedroom carpet. “God I can’t believe I have to do everything for you. Just go in the living room, I’ll do it you big pouty baby,” he teased, ushering you aside as he entered through the threshold of the opened door, crouching down to take your place.
“Oh shut up, at least I’m not the one terrified of killing a tiny spider in the bathroom, tough guy,” you jabbed back, arching a single eyebrow as you walked around him.
“Out!”
You cackled.
“Thanks for the help you big dummy,” you beamed, pecking his pale cheek in appreciation, once again completely missing the slight reddening of his cheeks at your affectionate action.
Eventually exiting and making your way back into the living room where you had been prior before he came home, you briefly released a tired yawn. You guessed you were a bit drowsy because of the medicine you had been taking.
As you emerged into the open floor plan set up, you were able to peek at the sliver of a plastic shopping bag on the kitchen counter. Blinking to yourself, you faintly remembered hearing your boyfriend mention going to the store, but again, by the time he finished his sentence you had already buried your face back in your pillow.
Stepping onto the tile flooring of the kitchen, your bare feet stuck to the smooth, chilled surface as your eyes glimpsed the faint outline of what seemed to be a container of sorts inside the single bag. Curiously, you used fingers to pry open the crinkling bag, peering inside.
Almost immediately, a large grin appeared on your features at the sight of two pint containers of vanilla ice cream.
“God bless,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible as you dug your hand inside the shopping bag, wrapping your fingers around the cold ice cream container. Bringing it out, you instinctively opened the wooden drawer beside your hip, pulling out a silver spoon. Shutting the drawer with your backside as you headed out of the kitchen, a slight skip in your step, you maneuvered to the inviting looking couch.
Curling up into the corner that, at this point, probably had your name on it, you popped open the lid, an excited grin on your lips, you began to devour the ice cream. Uncaring to any mess you might have been making as you held the container between your knees and used your available hand to scoop out each spoonful, you wiggled your toes in delight.
“Maybe that complainer in there is actually useful for something,” you hummed thoughtfully, though barely considered the idea as you continued to devour the comforting dessert.
Back in your shared bedroom, the clothes that had decorated the bedroom floor had been properly relocated to the dirty clothes hamper.
Yoongi, having decided to briefly take a shower, the sound of the water pattering against the bath tub floor eventually shut off, silence overtaking the connected bathroom and bedroom once more.
Clambering out of the tub and drying himself off, he quickly dressed, opening the closed bathroom door and beginning to make his way down the small, dimly lit hallway towards the living room where he expected your awaiting being.
However, as he arrived, his eyes darted around the living room in confusion at the rather quiet environment, the only sounds being that of the television quietly broadcasting a random show. Stepping around the back of the couch, he peered over the arm, immediately being greeted by your slouched figure.
Rolling his eyes, he fully swerved around the edge of the sofa, preparing to strike up a conversation, ready to complain about another task you may force him to perform, yet he ultimately paused in his action upon noticing your sealed eyelids.
You had fallen asleep.
Though, not just a simple, cute power nap, no.
The surrounding corners of your mouth were covered in now slightly dried vanilla ice cream, the now basically empty container having fallen to your lap, the spoon delved inside. Light snores could be heard from your parted lips.
Grunting under his breath at your uncaring nature, he quietly made his way over to your side of the sofa, taking up the now lukewarm container and gently setting it down on the coffee table in the center of the living room - the same table that had sent you into hysterics just the previous day.
Turning back towards your curled figure, he just barely looped his skinny yet sturdy arms underneath your propped up legs, securing his hold on your limp body by resting your head against his flat chest.
Heading back in the direction of the bedroom, he easily lied you back down on top of the sheets, hovering over your passed out being with a knowing look crossing over his round features.
“You never change Y/N,” he mumbled, his deep voice hardly even audible within the quiet room. “I still have to do everything myself even while you’re asleep.” He huffed, though as he spoke, his dark pupils roamed your relaxed, happy face.
Ever so gradually, a miniature, tender smile adorned his pink lips as he leaned forwards, leaving a faint kiss upon the top of your head.
“But I guess a perk of that is getting to see you like this every day,” he whispered fondly.
Though of course, he would never let you know that.
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Hi! I’m Mellz and I’m starting up Kingdom Hearts 2 on the PlayStation 2!
Just below are links to the first parts of my previous Kingdom Hearts plays.
[ KH1 ] _ [ Re:CoM Sora ] _ [ KH Re:CoM Riku ]
It’s been a hot minute, like 3,155,763 smoldering hot minutes, which would be 6 years including leap years. Yeah it was 01/27/2014 last I touched this game, exactly 6 years ago to this day (01/27/2020) as of me starting up again. This was an accident.
Guide thingy: Things like long gaps between commentary and days will be separated by a line of dots like that -> ……
Text relating to an image posted will have a blockquote either above and/or below the image
Dialogue exchanges will also be separated by a blockquote
Ok I'm playing on standard difficulty, if I'm having a hard time, then I just suck. If you’re reading this and haven’t experienced KH2 for yourself, why are you here? Go away, there’s spoilers for things that aren’t revealed until later.
SO LET’S JUST JUMP INTO IT
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I always liked this fancy CGI opening. There’s a lot of things I missed last I saw it.
IT’S HIM. Look how cute he is!
So we start off with a recap of Kingdom Hearts via a dream it seems and our protagonist, my precious boy Roxas, wakes up his own home all alone because apparently DiZ didn't create a digital family for him. But KH is notorious for forgetting parents, so maybe they did. I’m not Cinema Sins so I wont ping this game for not giving Roxas fake parents lmao
In the next scene Roxas is more interested in his own hands than he is in his friends' conversation.
blurry ring textures, blurry checker pattern. Not everything holds up well on a flat screen TV
He hasn't been paying attention so he's just as confused as the player is at this point when he finally takes his attention off his hands.
This dialogue is so early 2000's. KH1 and CoM avoided this but with the urban setting of Twilight Town it's DEFINITELY noticeable and outdated. So rumors have spread about Roxas, Hayner, Pence, and Olette that photographs are being stolen, and THEY'RE the theives. Who is the operator of the rumor mill? Seifer and his posse. Also the actual WORD is gone too, they try to say “photo” but it just DOESN’T EXIST. This is where the game gets a bit odd.
TUTORIALS GALORE. I JUST WANT TO PAUSE AND CHANGE THE CAMERA CONTROLS STOP TELLING ME ABOUT MY NEXT OBJECTIVE but no no it’s telling me how to lock on, control my camera, context sensitive buttons, etc
This girl’s dress looks like shes wearing a bra over it
I like how the animal AI hasn't changed at all in this entire series. And by like I mean hate, KH3 doesn't change that. Sven is as boring as this cat we have to look at.
The gang heads to the sandlot where Seifer, Fuujn, Raijin, and Vivi like to hang out I guess? Vivi is a little, solid black, wizard dwarf amongst all these regular humans and no one bats an eye. This shit is normal. Seifer with his stupid Seto Kaiba jacket, shows up to further accuse Roxas and his friends of stealing photos, one specifically of Roxas flat on his face and Seifer standing triumphantly over him (which we’re actually shown later). "That was undeniable proof that we totally owned you lamers" he says in regards to it and challenges Roxas to a rematch.
A+ dialogue
Seifer. My dude, ya dumb-dumb. If you think for one second that I'm gonna let my boy lose to you, you are sorely mistaken.
“If you get on your knees and beg, maybe I’ll let it slide.” Seifer says and Roxas plays it slick, taking a knee and looking through a convenient selection of foam weapons. Battle ensues.
So of course I win because Seifer is a pleb, and Pence takes a commemorative ______ of Roxas's sound victory, but oh no! Something stole the camera right out of Pence's hands! Roxas gives chase, because apparently he's the only one who cares enough to do so, and confronts the actual thief, a Dusk type Nobody. Roxas is taking this creature encounter rather calmly. Like mild confusion at most.
I hate these things, they're creepy. When you do a reversal on them they like, plant their hands on the ground behind them and their legs wrap around their arms while they spaz out. Ughghdhahh
Of course Roxas's foam bat doesnt cause any damage to the Dusk, and suddenly a familiar giant key digitally manifests in his hands. DiZ is installing mods I see. I have a Keyblade mod in Skyrim, so we have something in common.
After we defeat the thief the next scene shows the gang at the usual spot with the recovered photos. Ok ok so was "photo" the only word deleted from the vocabulary or were any other alternative words taken away too? Like, if they could have said "picture" this whole time, they would have had much less stupid sounding dialogue exchanges. Whatever lmao.
“Tell us about the picture thief.”
“Not much to say. The pictures were just lying there.”
You liar. Tell them about how you fought a wormy, white boy.
Pence notices all the pics are of Roxas and speculates the picture thief wanted to take the REAL Roxas and Hayner is like
The best friendships are ones where you can take jabs at each other and know there’s no malice intended.
In the scene thereafter, the kids go their separate ways, the evening(?) sun assaults Roxas's eyes, and whenever he closes them he gets another vision? Idk what time of day it is it always looks the same.
God ok as someone who hadn’t played CoM before playing KH2 for the first time, I must have been SUPER lost regarding who DiZ and Namine were and why Sora is in the pod. More recaps of KH1: I don’t know why they found it necessary to redub over the old voices with the new actors in these flashbacks.
Moving on. Roxas learns what the Keyblade is through his dreams. On his way to meet up with his friends, he tries summoning the Keyblade with a stick, when that doesn’t work he carelessly throws it aside and it hits this cloak clad man behind him. This dude is either completely unfazed by that is or so offended he can’t even say anything and walks away before he goes all Karen on Roxas’s ass.
We’re back at the usual spot and summer vacation is nearing it’s end. Hayner wants to go to the beach before school is back in session! You poor fuckers...
Same, dude. I’m waiting on my tax returns, looking forward to that.
SKATEBOARD
“TO DEFEAT THE HUNSSSSSSS!”
Pretzels at the beach? Salty and not refreshing. I got you fam, I’ll make enough money for a watermelon. Roxas is so poor omg... How much is 150 Munny in American currency?
Just BEAT the cargo with a foam bat. What’s IN the bag? Is it trash? Clothes? Is it potentially breakable? Next. Time to beat some bees!
So Poster Duty was my go-to job in this game in the past because you could get 100 Munny if you did well. But now that I’m older I realized how annoying it is. I had an efficient route planned out, hit as many of the 3 poster placements in that route, and be over and done with that in about 1:10....
But then Roxas goes aND DOES THIS!
FUCKING SKIPS THE ONE DIRECTLY NEXT TO HIM, DEFYING GRAVITY IN FAVOR OF THE POSTS BELOW
HE DOES THIS CONSISTENTLY!! I do have a live reaction to this but it’s too big for tumblr. I’ll have it up on youtube one of these days
Eventually I stopped sticking posters to walls and became a mailman until the game made me stop.
Black-clad man is back with his own stick! Oof, Roxas eats the pavement and is manhandled by cloaky boy. WAS THIS ROUGH TREATMENT REALLY THAT NECESSARY? You might wanna treat Sora's Nobody with a little more respect. AND YOU STOLE HIS HARD-EARNED MONEY! YOU BASTARD!
The gang is on the clock tower, very dangerously high up. Wtf what if someone falls?! Roxas feels so guilty about what happened and Hayner gets over this little fiasco pretty quickly and the next day he already has another fun plan.
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On his way to the station, Roxas crosses paths with Pence and Olette, the latter two freeze and Roxas meets Namine. Is her interest in Roxas linked to her desire to be Sora’s friend? A strange girl tells Roxas she wanted to meet him “at least once” and he doesn’t know what to do lol. Namine doesn’t stay long, leaving Roxas with his confusion. What is going through his head? A girl he doesn’t know seems to know him well enough to want to see him. Pence and Olette unfreeze after Namine is out of the shot. Pence and Olette have such a cute relationship, I’d love for them to be siblings. Pence goes shopping with her even if he might not want to. I can relate, I hate clothes shopping.
These Dusks don’t seem like too much of a threat tbh, they just kinda swagger slowly towards Roxas and grab his hand. Roxas hardly struggles to escape to the sandlot.
Chicken wuss
WE FINALLY GET SOMEWEHERE, we end up on the stained glass pillars in the Station of Serenity (?). Time to grind for like 5 minutes because this giant noodle boy already killed me once.
This thing really unsettles me. All the creature Nobodies do! They’re all twitchy and stretchy. DISGUSTING
DAMN THAT IS A HIGH FALL HOW DO YOU SURVIVE THAT?!
Upon defeat, this big noodle boy falls on top of Roxas and Namine saves him from being enveloped by darkness.
Namine really seems to like to silence him. First she shoves her hand in his face but that was too forward. This time she daintily places a finger over her lips and says her part. Black-cloak guy shows up, rough handles Namine a little bit but not as roughly as he did Roxas. AND SHOVES ROXAS INTO A PORTAL
SEIFER IS AN OPPORTUNISTIC SHITLET POSING IN FRONT OF HIS UNCONSIOUS BODY. Bitch you didn’t earn that. Hayner, Pence, and Olette see Roxas with Seifer’s gang, Hayner feels betrayed thinking Roxas ghosted him in favor of Seifer. He stays pretty salty about it for a good while
IM NOT WORKING ON THIS LIKE I SHOULD. ITS ALMOST A MONTH SINCE STARTING. In my next post we'll be "Struggling" to progress. Eh? Eh? Get it? Like the tournament?
I'm not funny.
Here’s the next part: [ _2_ ]
Below is a compilation of my live reactions and comments throughout this point of the game.
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Brand New Underwear
Based on a cool pic made by @genoafterdark
Fan was gently laying on top of his bed, wearing a pair of the many red briefs he had along with his hoodie, writing another post on his blog to add to the nearly endless pile of similar posts.
Suddenly, Fan felt a horrible smell that he had grown already too familiar with. Sweat dripping down Trophy’s body after a workout, a wrenched stench that he had already asked Trophy to put deodorant on top to cover.
He groaned like it was second nature, catching Trophy’s attention.
“You got beef with me, nerd?”
Fan scoffed, how dare he play dumb after having what he considered one of the biggest arguments he ever had about something as stupid as underwear thrown on the floor. “YES! I have to put up with your fucking stench all the time, and you smell so bad that I’m jealous of people who don’t have a sense of smell!”
Trophy got right in front of Fan’s face, making him lightly flinch as he was quickly made aware of the size difference. “Yeah, so?”
“W-well, it’s fucking disgusting”
Trophy mocked Fan by repeating his words, and then getting near him to make him smell his sweat filled armpits, and that’s when Fan quickly moved out of the way and fell on the floor. “G-god dammit! Could you stop acting like a dumbass high schooler for a minute?!”
“Ugh, whatever, you fucking baby.”
Trophy went inside the bathroom and stripped, letting his clothes fall on the floor, small puddles of sweat all over them and lightly staining the floor. “That fucking loser is so annoying. One day I’m gonna make him soak my sweat to see if he stills wants to bitch about it.”
He quickly took a shower, but the thought of making Fan finally shut up made him ponder about of just, getting revenge on him, making the guy who always made a big deal out of a small bit of smell leaving him finally alone.
After a few minutes of scrubbing himself with loads of soap he went out of his room, wrapping a towel around his waist to cover his private parts. He threw the sweat-stained clothes on top of a pile of dirty clothes. Fan just huffed at this, not wanting to pursue any confrontation, despite managing to annoy Trophy even more.
“Yep. That’s it. He’s not gonna fucking go on with this.”
Trophy grabbed a pair of yellow shorts and a white T-shirt that accentuated his muscular figure. He went outside and towards Test Tube’s “secret” lab entrance, although it wasn’t so secret to Trophy and his best friend, Cheesy, since they’ve gone down there a lot, usually to drink booze and smoke a lot of pot.
He pushed the right combination of button presses and fell through the trapdoor, unfazed after doing this so many times.
After a few seconds of being thrown around through the slide he finally came out, falling on his ass and causing him slight pain. “S-shit.”
He quickly got up and focused on the task at hand. After his little brainstorming session in the shower he remembered an otherwise weird day.
Cheesy and him were high, very high. They were testing ray guns that were locked in a cabinet in the lab, nothing Cheesy’s lockpicking skills couldn’t work through.
One of them was a small red gun that was in a box along with a total of 30 old looking cassettes that could fit inside a small compartment in the gun. Trophy grabbed a random one that was labeled as “Chair”.
He fired it towards Cheesy, who was drunkishly laughing. After being hit by it Cheesy started to shift and contort, but his body wasn’t cracking or anything painful, like his body was made of jello, until a chair with a similar pattern to his freckles was standing where Cheesy used to be.
Trophy initially freaked out, thinking he had killed his friend until he realised that the chair was lightly squirming, indicating that Cheesy was, sort of, alive.
He quickly found a cartridge that was labeled “Undo”. He shot it and Cheesy quickly de-contorted into his previous form, huffing and panting.
“W-woah man. That was…”
“Weird? Yeah.”
As he reminisces about that weird yet fun day he quickly found the box where the red ray gun and it’s cassettes were resting. He searched through the cassettes until he found one that would make Fan stop complaining once in for all- A cassette that was labeled as “Underwear”. Oh man, he was gonna enjoy this a lot.
He also grabbed the undo cassette, in case Test Tube found out and tried to reverse it. Trophy went through the elevator, ray gun in hand and ready to settle their little scuffle.
Trophy slowly creeped his way through the unlit hotel until he arrived in their room, where Fan was sleeping in nothing but a pair of ill-fitting boxers that let his butt stick out a little. How ironic, Trophy thought.
He fired without hesitation. Fan started to do something akin to fold into himself, melting into himself as his legs and arms fused as it turned red, his head contorting and fusing into the melting mess that was slowly forming the shape of a pair of boxers, his peach colored skin turning the same color as his red hair.
Soon after, the only thing in Fan’s bed was a pair of boxers. Soon the boxers started to wiggle lightly, indicating that Fan was now fully conscious that he had been converted into nothing but a pair of underwear.
“I’ve seen that you’ve realised what just happened to you. Your nerd friend works on some really weird shit.” He taunted with a shit-eating grin.
The boxers wiggled again, only moving a few millimeters at most.
Trophy assumed Fan couldn’t see, seeing that both his mouth and eyes had just, vanished during the transformation. “See, I’m really tired from you bitching over and over again from how ‘smelly’ I am, so, I’m gonna show you really up close what my body can do…”
He then took off his clothes and started putting Fan on, the pair of boxers that was once a human continuing to wiggle.
Fan was comfortable, and stretchy. Just the way Trophy liked it.
A huge smile was plastered all across his face, feeling incredibly giddy and funny about the fact that he was wearing Fan.
“Yeah nerd, I’ll be using you in my workouts. Gotta get used to smelling my musk, not like you have a choice anyway.”
Trophy quickly went to sleep, intentionally turning the ceiling Fan off to sweat as much as possible and make Fan take a good load of his musk.
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Trophy woke up at 2 in the afternoon, with sweat dripping all over him, including Fan’s new body, resting on top of his crotch.
He grinned as he stared the “Undo” cartridge, before looking down at his lightly wiggling undergarments, before going towards the gun and the cartridge and smashing them both, permanently erasing the only way for Fan to come back to being a human.
So, after making sure Fan was gonna make part of his underwear drawer for the rest of his life, Trophy put on some shorts, not bothering to change underwear and went out to jog, making Fan smell his junk and musk for hours.
Fan could only hear and smell, not see or move, and having Trophy’s balls be directly in front of what would be his “face” smelled awful, like he had his armpit constantly pressed against his face. He wanted to puke, but it was physically impossible for him to do so.
Trophy jogged for about four hours, with the smell progressively getting worse for Fan as the sweat continued to pile on.
Fan didn’t know how much time had passed. It could’ve been days, minutes, months, or even years, but one thing was certain. It had to be a nightmare.
After a good workout session, Trophy went back to his room and dumped Fan in the pile of clothes, making sure to NOT wash him and let him keep his smell.
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It had been three months. Trophy had the same routine ever since that fateful day: put on Fan, who was basically soaked with accumulated sweat from 90 days of being used and workout.
Trophy realised Fan had stopped wiggling. He figured that he gave up and realised whether he wanted it or not, he was a permanent part of his attire, cum and sweat stained, and ready to be used for the rest of its life.
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Making Up // Ralph x Reader
A/N: FINALLY some Ralph smut omg. The requests wanted then to bone in the lab but like... close enough?? Enjoy my lol smutbabies!
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The morning had been so good so far; quiet what with only Sherloque and Caitlin being here with you. The three of you had shared tea and gotten through some files pertaining to the dark matter radiation of Cicada’s dagger. Things were running like a well oiled machine until a certain stretchy meta slid into the Cortex to put a cog in your good mood. “Morning ladies.” Ralph drawled and you rolled your eyes at his attempt to be suave. “Morning Ralph, someone’s extra chipper today.” Caitlin responded gently and the male shrugged before leaning over the table next to you. “I just like seeing gorgeous smiles to start my day.” He nudged you and you finally flashed a faked smile over at him, causing him to huff a breath in your face. “You smell like coffee.” You grumbled and fanned in front of your nose. “And cologne.” You added absently before looking up to see a stupid smile on his face. “You like it?” He waggled his brows at you and again you felt your eyes roll. “Maybe if you used what’s left in the bottle now rather than the entirety of it.” The words came out more playful than usual but you didn’t bother correcting it, you were in too good of a mood and his cologne really did smell nice.
Caitlin giggles from the side of the room and Sherloque narrowed his skeptic eyes at you. “Non,” he stayed flatly. Eyes finding yours you quirked a single brow up and he continued. “The way you inhaled, the release of your shoulders at the scent, you enjoy it, beaucoup.” Slurping his tea he caught your confusion and nodded once before translating. “Ah, very much so. Especially with the way your mood lightened toward him, oui, you very much enjoy his presence maintenant.” The French threw you again and he quickly nodded. “Right now, here, this moment.” He gestured between yourself and Ralph and you felt your face begin to glow from the truth in his words. Damn him for reading people so well. Giving a weak shrug you averted your gaze to the computer monitor. “Whatever.” You grumbled but Ralph wasn’t about to let this go. “What else do you secretly like about me?” He teased, leaning even closer to you. Again his scent invaded your lungs and you cleared your throat, not saying another word before turning to leave the room. However the taller male grasped at your wrist to hold you off.
“Why are you always so damn hostile towards me? What’d I ever do to you?” His tone had turned accusatory and you felt a twinge of anger behind your words. “Nothing, that’s just it. You never do jack shit but talk big and try to distract everyone!” Turning to fully face him you tore your wrist from his grip hastily letting your emotions get the better of you while your voice raised. “And you are ALWAYS pushing buttons, for the sake of doing so.” You took a minuscule step toward him. “Don’t you think tensions are high enough without your little banter?” He was glaring down at you now, his jaw set tightly and you noticed as he unclenched it to speak. “Well sor-ry that I try to lighten the mood, unlike your cranky ass. Always bitter and only focused on big picture not who it hurts to paint it.” The words rang through your ears and you groaned in frustration. Again you turned taking strides to leave but were stopped by a long limb in your way.
“You’re absolutely fucking impossible.” You retorted to the stretched hand in front of your face. Twice now you’d tried to remove yourself from the argument you were having with Ralph, but he stopped you by winding an outstretched arm around to block the door. From the other side of the lab he groaned in frustration. “You’re the one trying to walk away instead of hash this out!” His voice had raised and along with it so did your eyebrows. For a second you tried to compose yourself, abruptly turning back to face him to give him a piece of your mind. “Hash it out?” You paused to take a slow and purposeful step towards him. “I don’t want to ‘hash’ anything out, Ralph, I just wanna ‘bash’ your..” Looking at him you were thrown for a loop when you couldn’t think of anything negative about his face. “Stupid, smug face.” You settled on that and crossed your arms tightly over your chest with a huge sigh, admittedly losing a bit of your ground when he looked down at you. Finally he retracted his arms back to normal length. “I said I was sorry damn it, just accept it!” The male held his hands up pleadingly and you simply rolled your eyes again, feeling as though this man could make them fall right out of your skull. His so-called apology had been giving you attitude. Seeing your expression he growled loudly and stormed past you now. “Fine, be a bitch about it.” He mumbled the words as he moved from the room in a hurry, his side bumping into you slightly as he left.
The stinging feeling in the back of your throat threatened to travel to your eyes so you swallowed dryly, following it by clearing your throat to really make sure it was gone. Busying yourself with paper and organizing, you ignored the rest of the group filing into the Cortex. However, until Iris placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. Eyes popping up to meet her warm gaze, you forced as good of a smile as you could muster. “Hey, what’s up?” Meaning for it to come out strong you were a bit taken back at how shaky your voice was. Iris simply sighed and hugged an arm around you. “He didn’t mean it. We all know that.” She reassured you with another squeeze to punctuation the sentence. Shaking your head you pretended as best you could not to be bothered, clearing your throat to ensure a clearer tone this time. “He’s an ass, who cares.” You muffled the words while staring down at the table. Why were his words hurting you like this? The two of you constantly bickered but usually it was lighthearted, sometimes even playful, at the very most it’d raise to hollering but never brutal hostility. The fact that he’d dropped a sour name made your chest ache before you shook it off, blinking hard at the stinging feeling threatening your throat again. Glancing up at Iris you pursed your lips in a tight line that barely resembled a smile. “I’m gonna go grab a bite, thank you though. You’re the best.” You gave her arm a soft pat before moving out of her hug and into the hallway.
Reaching the elevator you fiddled with your keychain; a Star City emblem Felicity had given you to remind you that home isn’t too far when you need it. Right now it was sounding better and better, even facing Ricardo Diaz sounded funner than being here. The elevator doors opened and you shuffled in, pressing the downward button and watching as the doors closed again. Halfway to your destination of the basement however the movement stopped and you stared at the control panel perplexed. The only reason the elevator would stop is if - your thought paused and you took a slow inhale to find an annoyingly familiar musk - if someone stopped it. “Son of a bitch..” you groaned and slumped along the wall, only for Ralph to unravel himself from the bar that ran along the left side next to the control pad. “I’d say I’m sorry,” he paused to crack his neck and roll his shoulders. “But that was a painfully long wait so you’re welcome.” His words burned at your ears and you crossed your arms snugly to your chest. “Let me out.” You stated in a cutting tone Harry would be jealous of.
Matching your stance he crossed his arms, letting his head tilt towards you. “Not a chance. We’re talking this out.” With the next phrase his eyes and tone both softened. “We’ve never fought like that before.” Finally your eyes found his and he looked as though he was genuinely hurt by it, like he had any right to be. You could feel the anger bubbling up in you and it released as your hands delivered a harsh shove to his chest. “And that’s your fault! I didn’t call you a fucking thing.” The way your voice cracked made you even more upset. Ralph noticed and sighed audibly, rubbing the back of his neck with a solemn nod. “Yeah.. yeah you’re right, this is my fault.” Hearing those words leave his lips took you back, and your eyebrows raised to which he huffed a small laugh. “I can admit fault where it’s due... sometimes.” The hint of a smile that tugged at your lips made Ralph’s face erupt in one. “Aha! You don’t hate me! I saw a smile!” He pointed a finger to your nose and you narrowed your eyes at it. Without thinking you reached to your tiptoes and bit him. “Ow!” He tore his hand away shaking and rubbing it, and finally you burst into much needed laughter.
Letting your back hit the wall again you sighed and finally uncorked your arms, giving him a response to his last statement that wasn’t a proclamation of pain. “I don’t hate you.. you know that right?” Gentility to your voice made Ralph’s ears perk up and he leaned against the wall beside you. “Guess I do now. There for a minute I kinda thought you did. What with calling me practically useless.” His tone edged at your nerves again and you retorted snappily. “Yeah and you called me a bitch, are we back on that?” Beside you he groaned loudly to express his annoyance. “Jesus woman, you’ll never let that go will you?” Responding with body language first you gave a quick shake of your head. “Not like you can take it back.” Ralph turned halfway to you, a hint of a smirk gracing his lips as his eyes darted down to yours. “But, I could make it up to you..” The way he looked at you was new; not his usual doofy smile or his angry furrowed brows. Now he had a cloudy kind of softness to his eyes, his chiseled jawline accentuated the way his brows tilted at a suggestive angle. Feeling a heat rise to your face you quickly tried to play it off failing miserably at being collected. “Wh-What’d you..” Gulping the dryness in your throat you watched him curl around you to put his hands on either side of your head. “Have in mind?” You finished ridiculously softly and he opted to show you rather than tell you.
In an instant his lips connected to yours. One of his hands fell to your waist to hold you close as he deepened the kiss with his tongue ghosting your lower lip. You didn’t know what had come over you, what lustful demon had inhabited your body, but you absolutely melted into him. His touch was so warm and his lips worked skillfully to pull every thought right from your head. Allowing his access to your mouth you massaged your tongue against his to show your appreciation. Faintly you felt his lips curl at you giving in to him and he made his next move cautiously. The hand on your waist trailed between you, letting one finger slip past the waistline of your leggings and causing your breath to hitch in your throat. Ralph couldn’t help but chuckle at the response while lowering his hand to slip past your panties. He groaned softly at the feeling of your growing wetness, running his nimble fingers through your folds before swirling them against your clit in figure eights. Unexpectedly a whine escaped into the kiss and the male drank in the noise excitedly, adding more passion to the kiss with his teeth grazing your tongue with every slow roll of it. He worked his fingers harder when you reacted to his touch, taking every cue your body sent him as to where you wanted to be touched. A hand reached up to grip his shoulder, another small moan dripping from your lips onto his. He hummed lowly from the back of his throat, his fingers switching to a back and forth motion over your mound.
The pleasure made your legs shake, and Ralph broke from your lips to stare down at your expressions. The way you bit your lip harshly, the way your brows knit together with each new wave of ecstasy. Wanting to watch you come undone he pressed the pad of his middle finger firmly to your nerves, delivering tight circles against them eliciting a slur of swears and delicious moans from you as you bucked into his hand. Against your thigh you could feel how hard he was, and you couldn’t deny how big he felt and how badly you wanted him to just rail you out. The hand on his shoulder gripped tighter while your free one palmed at him through his trousers. Now it was his turn for the contorted face, a deep groan spilling from him at the contact. Letting his eyes meet yours you simply nodded enthusiastically up at him. The very idea of you wanting him made his head spin but seeing you silently ask for it almost made him lose it before he even got in you.
Not wasiting a moment you fumbled with his belt buckle, letting your other hand move to help while he still flicked his fingers wickedly. “Let’s see how efficient you can be when you’re distracted..” he lulled before dipping to your neck, nipping at your skin as he increased the force against you. You cried out, palming him again firmly and milking a small grunt from him. Again you worked to remove his belt, popping the buttons to his pants immediately. They dropped to his ankles and he finally removed himself from your neck to pull your own leggings and panties down in one motion. He quickly freed his throbbing girth from his briefs with a slowly released groan. Gaze falling to it you couldn’t help the needy whine that fell from your bruising lips. “Jesus, don’t do that..” Ralph breathed out hastily, watching your chest heave with your labored breathing. Your hand wrapped around him and gave a few firm strokes as you let another string of over exaggerated moans leak throughout the elevator. Ralph shivered at the noises and your sudden contact.
Barely another second passed before his lips crashed to your own and his hands lifted your legs around his slender waist. Happily obliging you moved your hand to position him to enter you, and he did almost immediately. He filled you in one swift buck of his hips and you gasped at the feeling with your walls clenching against him as you got used to his size. A grainy sigh fell from him proceeding to roll his hips in gentle thrusts at first. While you appreciated the thought it was agonizingly slow. You brought a hand up to grip his hair and give an sharp tug, Ralph’s head falling back with a strangled groan at the sudden stinging in his scalp. Halting his movements he brought his lips to ghost over yours with every word he mumbled. “That wasn’t very nice..” He thrusted into you once harshly and you responded solely by gasping and pulling his hair again. This time he growled and the noise sent goosebumps over your body, eyes locking to his to see a new fire burning behind them now. “This is for all those snide little remarks..” His voice was gravelly and hoarse and before you had time to react he started pounding into you forcefully. A loud cry filled the metal space and echoed in the minimal room.
Ralph felt his confidence surge at the way you succumbed to him. He’d been dreaming of this since the moment he’d laid eyes on you; that tight pink dress you’d worn your first day was a thing of his most common fantasies. Clutching to your thighs tightly he continued railing into you, your skin slapping together mixing with the drawn out noises you were both relinquishing to each other. Letting your head tilt forward you peppered featherlight kisses to his neck, watching his shoulders tense up and relax at the contact. Right as he released the tension you sunk your teeth deeply into his neck, the throaty and absolutely delicious noise that escaped him was accompanied by an out of time thrust that hit straight to your core. Whining sharply you only bit down harder, beginning to suck a dark purple bruise to his light skin. Feeling as his dull nails dug into your thighs you silently hoped they’d leave finger bruises that’d match his neck. The tightness in your stomach curled your body up into him and you began driving your hips up each time he’d pull back, so he never left your soaking core. Ralph’s breathing caught in the back of his throat at the way your body moved and he sighed hard letting his forehead lean forward onto the cold metal wall behind you.
“I-I’m not.. I don’t..” you could tell he was close by the way he stuttered, but didn’t want to stop yet. Bringing your lips to his you traced his lower one with your tongue without fully closing the gap. Simultaneously you slowed your hips to a stop and he followed your cues, practically chasing you for the next move. Knowing you had him you nipped at his lip and he huffed out a harsh sigh. Upon releasing it you slowly rolled your hips against his eliciting another low groan from him. “What’s the matter, Dibny?” Your tone was dripping in lust and it made his skin crawl in the absolute best way. “You’re such a fucking tease..” he growled through gritted teeth and you feigned a pout up at him. “Aww, is someone frustrated?” Again you swiveled your hips against him and his breath caught in the back of his throat now. He could only manage to nod in response and your eyes gleamed seeing him so engulfed in pleasure.
Foregoing a warning you tensed your thighs around him, forcing him to thrust into you. Sounds of appreciation spilled from both of you and Ralph let his eyes wander over your body. “Hurry up and make it up to me.” You spat at him and he didn’t miss a beat before returning to a hard pace. This time however he didn’t hold back, his desire consuming him as he aggressively slammed into your core. The way he hit your center made all the air expel from your lungs and a loud cry to accompany it as it left. Soon the small tethered elevator shaft was rocking at with the force he railed into you. Your legs began shaking violently but the man didn’t relent, only bringing his thumb to press hard and targeted rubs to your clit. One hand clutched the back of his neck while the other braced in his arm. The way he pleased you made your eyes roll back, every other exhale of breath a moan like music to his ears. With how you shook beneath his touch Ralph felt himself twitch inside you, a hoarse moan grinding at his vocal chords to mix with your sweet whimpers and whines. Only to keep himself from exploding he slowed his thrusts, never letting up force however. His thumb kept attention tonyour throbbing bundle of nerves and he bucked his hips upward into you now with every achingly slow movement.
Taking this opportunity while he’d overpowered you he leaned down to your ear to nibble your lobe a moment before his raspy whisper hit your ears. “Bet you don’t think I’m useless anymore do you, princess?” He was absolutely right, even though you never truly felt that way. Truthfully you admired him for his ability to see the positive, you’d grown fond of his quips and it made your days unusally less dreary to be constantly complimented; your mind and body synchronized finally and you gasped for a multitude of reasons. The acceptance rolled through you with each wave of pleasure and you let your head fall back with your eyes screwed tightly shut. “F-Fuck..” you muttered, your senses battling for dominance of your focus. Ralph enjoyed the way you were unraveling and ruthlessly rammed into you, his length easily hitting your sweet center and causing a loud cry to ring out of you. His fingers still working your clit you were reduced to panting breaths and shaky whimpers as your orgasm throttled you.
Giving the hair at the nape of his neck a hard tug your body curled into him as you twitched violently. His eyes stayed fixated on your many faces as he cruised you to the full capacity of your high. Without finishing himself he pulled out of you, holding your waist tightly to the wall because he knew if he let go your legs would give out from beneath you. For a while you stay pinned there as the euphoria left you and the thoughts that had entered your mind just beforehand crept their way back. In an instant it flooded your brain space with snips of him cracking jokes with you, bringing you food and drinks without being asked; how he always made sure you weren’t here alone at night because of how he knew how much it creeped you out. The millions of times he’d managed to crack your poised exterior to bring a giggle from your lips and a smile to your face. The phrase ‘love and hate are dangerously close together’ ran through your mind finally. Oh god I’m so screwed. The feeling in your chest didn’t feel so much like a sinking deadweight but a slowly floating one. Finally opening your eyes you were met with chocolately ones in return. His face was scanning yours for any hint of still being upset and it begrudgingly made your heart swell. In place of saying anything you leaned forward to place a slow and sweet kiss to his swollen lips. The contact surprised him, and it took him a second to give in to the softness. As you pulled back he finally set you down feeling that your legs had finally stopped shaking. He cleared his throat and ducked to the floor to help you back into your leggings and panties. Meeting your gaze again he flashed a nervous but adorable smile. “So.. am I forgiven?” He tried to put a playful tone to it but you saw right past it to the genuine worry behind it. A smile crept to your face and you shook your head.
“Only on one condition.” Your voice still held a hint of sultriness and it made a brow arch at you. “You have got to keep calling me princess.” A smirk had snatched your expression and the male laughed heartily with a few nods. “I can definitely manage that.” He took the moment to put himself back into his trousers fully before continuing. “Does that mean you’d wanna.. do this again?” He motioned between the two of you and it was your turn to give a small laugh. “I think you owe me a proper date first, or if you fuck up again and need to show me how sorry you are.. then maybe.” He didn’t hear a word after ‘proper date’. His familiar goofy grin returned and he finally released the elevator to descend to the basement. “About that date.. you hungry?” Suddenly your stomach growled before you could vocally answer and Ralph chuckled. “Dinner it is.” He held out an arm to you as the elevator doors opened and with a tint to your face you linked with him as you walked forward. Both of you took deep breaths at how cool the air outside your little hot-box was. For what felt like the millionth time today you inhaled the smell of Ralph cologne but this time you accepted it and hummed softly squeezing his arm. “So you do like it?” He nudged you with playful half smile. Forcing yourself to roll your eyes like usual, you shrugged. “It grows on you. Like someone else I know..” you nudged him back before he lead you to what would be your first proper date of many.
#yall ya girl is weak for some dibny d tbqh#ralph dibny#the flash#ralph dibny x reader#ralph dibny smut#the flash smut#the flash fanfic
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RWBY Volume 6 Episodes 12/13 “Seeing Red” and “Our Way” Micksterecaps: TWO RECAPS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE!
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO doggie, youse KNOW I can’t wait to talk about the finale, so you get not one but TWO recaps! Also doing the same thing with Gen:Lock as they released the first two eps of that on the same day-EITHER WAY LET’S GET TO DANCIN’!
THE EP STARTS OFF WITH-
-the ARGUS MILITARY-watching their boss waste military hardware, while being away from their FREAKING STATIONS-where a threat the Colossus was MADE to fight is coming close to the city. ALL WHILE RUBY-
-HANGS-in there? EH?! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?!
After a nice little cliff climb, Oscar informs the team that the shields go down EVERY time Cordo fires missiles, which is the time to STRIKE! Ruby while on board-DOES-point out the difficulty of it though.
Ruby:-I’d have to be practically staring down the barrel of her canon.
FORESHADOWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
Ruby than jumps onto their legitimately stolen airship, while Maria does what she does best-
Maria: HEY CORDO-your mother wears NON-combat boots!
Cordo: SHUT UP I HAVE ALL THE MISSILES!
SADLY-though-
-sheeeeeeeeeeee catches on.
*BANG*
*TING*
*CLOSE*
Cordo: SURELY you know Atlas perfected missile launcher door quick-closing technology!
Ruby: BITCH YOU GOT LUCKY AND YOU KNOW IT!
Cordo: FUCK YOU I HAVE A LIGHTNING CANON!
OOH-and she WINGS them even, DAMN that’s gotta smart!
OOH-spoke too soon, Maria got the worst of it! MAN-that’s gotta sting.
Looks like its up to farmboy to SAVE THE DA-
*CRASH*
...EH-he’s a 14 year old farmboy, did the best he could with no fly knowledge or help (WINK).
See that? A NICE clean crash, Launchpad McQuack would be proud!
Ruby realizing how fucked things are, decides to pull a make or break move-RIGHT BEFORE-this scene-
Qrow: Ruby, stop!
Ruby: I need you, to trust me.
And he then lets go of her hand. Its a small yet powerful scene, and I really loved it, just wanted to point that out.
Ruby then makes a passionate speech to Cordo about how they only stole from her because she gave them no choice, especially since their supposed to be on the same side, and hopes she listens to reason.
Cordo: Hm....
Cordo:...NAH-I’ll just kill you.
CAROLINE CORDOVIN FOLKS-the defi-NITION of excessive force!
But does THAT scare Rubelubes?!
FUCK NO-she dashes herself RIGHT in there! SEE-foreshadowing!
She sees the target-
-LINES up the shot-
-while Cordo reevaluates recent life choices-
-gives herself a nice SNIPER breath-
-SHOOTS THAT FUCKER-and with-in a SECOND-
-PETALS HERSELF AWAY! Ace huntress right here! ALL right before-
-THAT FUCKER GETS CRYSTALIZED-good on you Ruby!
OOH-still got that aftershock crackle though! Thankfully Weiss uses her reverse gravity glyphs to slow her down ‘cause she’s a GOOD girlfriend, either figuratively OR literally(Bumblebee is canon fo sho, but STILL not sure on Iceflower, BUT still hopeful).
Qrow then catches her, and Ruby smugly replies with-
Ruby: ...toldja.
Oh Ruby, you SASS!
End the scene with a bit of Maria sass-
Maria: OH-don’t tell me I MISSED it!
AND CUT TO OUR FAVORITE NEW POWER COUPLE!
7:25
BEHOLD the holding of the hands, FEEL the gay energy it creates, while pissing off Blake’s creepy predatory ex, who was probably a creepy senior like Daniel Tosh when they started dating and needs to die(WINK).
Blake then says she and Yang are gonna KICK HIS ASS, because she made a promise to stick with the people she cares about-PROMPTING ADAM-to say this-
Adam: Y’know, she made a promise to me once, that she’d always be at MY side. HA-and look how well she’s kept it.
Your ex likes girls dude, GET OVER IT!
Either way it prompts Yang to say THIS badassery:
Yang: Did she make that promise to you? Or to the person you were PRETENDING to be?
Fuck yes. Either way, time for talk is over-ITS ACTION SCENE TIME-
-OOH-start out with a splitscreen, NICE!
Blake and Yang keep hitting him from both sides-
-and uses her shot-gauntlets to get distance, as a STRATEGIST does!
Blake goes in on the offensive, but ADAM ATTACKS-
-HER SHADOW-because he keeps forgetting how her semblance works like the dirty bitch he is!
Blake somersaults over him-
-KICKS-him back in the best pic I could get, because it happens in like a MICROSECOND-
-to a Yang Xiao Long that’s RARING to go with her shaunt-gauntlets-
-AND YANG KNOCKS HIM BACK...trust me, she did, this fight has a LOT of quick action and getting the pics I want is a nightmare.
The battle is INTENSE y’all, either way Blake gets ENOUGH distance-
-to get her partially broken gunsword back-
-tttttttttttthrows it over to fuckface magee-
-OOH-but he blocks it, no goal for you Blake-BUT-
-YANG GETS CONTROL OF THE BLADE-they may just make this count-
-she flings her over withe classic “infinitely stretchy band of stretchiness” to INITIATE-
-BATTLE CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH-but WAIT-
-OOH-knock back on both sides-
-Adam lands on his feet while Blake-
-OOH-she got crackle folks, we’re nearing the endgame (copyright Marvel studios...nah just kidding, RWBY’s a DC property). It ALSO almost knocks her off the cliff-
...I feel there’s a joke about a cat poster I can make here, but I’m not sure if right now is the right time to say it.
Yang is of course READY to save her-
-WHILE giving Adam an obvious deathglare for obvious reasons(MURDER HIM).
SADLY though Adam uses his greatest power of all-
Adam: MOMENT of truth Yang, do you think your faster than you were at Beacon?
*GASP*
EMOTIONAL manipulation( MURDER HIM, MURDER HIM). ALSO-sorry for the arrows, they wouldn’t go away and I couldn’t edit them out without ruining the gravitas of the shot.
Then a punch, A KICK, Yang’s on the ropes, will her aura hold out? CAN BLAKE HANG ON?!
OOH-apparently she can! MAN-the endurance these young women had, she lost a forcefield and now she’s climbing a MOUNTAIN, made of STEEL that one!
Adam than acts like the most OBVIOUS psycho-ex ever-
Adam: What does she even SEE in you?!
Yang: A person who doesn’t let their psychological baggage be an excuse to be an abuser!
Blake: Someone in my own age group who isn’t a creep who peaked his senior year of High school!
Adam: YOU SHUT UP I’M A PERFECT SUNFLOWER!
Adam then uses MOONSLASH on Yang but if you don’t know our girl-
Yang: Gotcha.
-you’d know it’d be NOT very effective y’all-SUPER SAYAIN YANG ACTIVATE!
FUCK YEAH-punch him OUT!
-AND HE GOT THE CRCKLE Y’ALL-its aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallmost over!
OOH-but so does Yang, BUT she’s got his sword so ADVANTAGE Bumbleby!
EITHER WAY-everyone’s running on fumes, its SUDDEN DEATH SMASH TIME Y’ALL!
And dear lord...its amazing-
-Yang THROWS that shit off a cliff-
-Adam goes after it-
Blake: SHURIYUKEN!
Yang: Wait I saw you climb UP the mountain, how’d you get back there-
Blake: WHATEVER-let’s kill this guy!
She sees the broken sword at her feet-
-she grabs ONE half-
-Yang graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabs the other-
Yang: RAH!
Blake: EYAH!
YANG/BLAKE USED DOUBLE STRIKE-
Adam:...oh-
*SPLASH*
-and its SUPER effective-CRITICAL HIT! RPG BUZZWORDS! AND THEN BUMBLEBY-
-gives themselves a tender cry scene while both promise to be there for each other. DAMN that was a fight scene, emotion, action, DEATH, I love this show!
Blake: *SNIFF* I just really really-REALLY-hope he stays dead!
Yang: Don’t worry, he can’t get maiden powers so he’s gone for good.
Blake: I love you babe.
Yang: I love you to.
A THEN CUT TO-
-CORDO-dealing with the consequences of her actions in MORE ways than one!
Nubuck: HEY UH M’AM-
-Godzillallegory is on the horizon-
- and it brought a BUNCH of friends, we could REALLY use the giant Collossus mech made SPECIFICALLY for fighting giant Grimm!
Cordo:...I am SO fired.
AND THAT’S ep 12, SEE YOU...in 2 SECONDS for the next Micksterecap as this is a DOUBLE feature!
The FINALE starts off WITH-
-with a VERY nice airship! Look at that woodwork, now THAT is craftsmanship! The ship opens TO REVEAL-
-NEO-and her SNAZZY new look! Look at that jacket, just FULL of snazz! SPEAKING OF SNAZZYNESS-
-HOT DAMN-I never thought wearing a cape the wrong way could look GOOD but Cinder proved me wrong! After the minor fashion show-ITS SHIP SHIFTING TIME!
Cinder:(DAMN I am im-PRESSED by this, SO glad we’re friends now!)
We get it Neo, your semblance is OP, QUIT SHOWIN’ OFF!
Either way, our girls are looking fly as hell and are READY to fight Team FWBYQOMJNR....NEXT volume. Yeah, turns out it was one of THOSE build-ups where its for next season. I know, I’m pissed of too.
But enough about that-A CUT TO-
GOJIRA-slowly making his way to Tokyo bay to REEK ATOMIC TERROR!
This is the time when one could REALLY use a giant robot with a laser canon-
-if not for the fact that a senile old racist wasted it on minor offenders like a crazy person.
After the team realizes that they had a SLIGHT hand in ruining Argus’ defenses against a kaiju level threat, they decide to FLY OFF! Right before CORDOVIN-
“This is YOUR fault, your fault....
....your...fault”.
-ADMITS her own guilt in this to herself! Didn’t expect character development from her, NOW all she has to do is apologize to Blake for casual racism and it’ll be AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL good!
MEANWHILE-on the ship-
-Blake apologizes for her psycho Ex stalking them, ALL while only her, Yang, Nora and Maria(off panel) are sitting down. YOU ARE IN A PLANE-I do not believe that they are hogging all the seats!
Despite the obvious chaos, Maria basically suggests this-
Maria: Okay...what if we just BAIL?!
Everyone:...
Maria:...YEAH I know, gotta be superheroes and what-not, I just REALLY want Cordo to die.
They then all decide to get up close and personal with the thing, Ren and Jaune plan to do their combo move a.k.a. the ONLY semblance Jaune will boost this season-BUT THEN-the monster resurfaces!
*RESIN COATED GLOVE AGAINST A BASS GUITAR!*
Look it up bitches. Its ALSO at this point that Mrs.Terra Cotta-Arc-
-regrets recent life choices that inadvertently lead to her brother in-law and his entourage to destroying Argus’s last defense...also what’s up with that girl in the background? The one with the diamond logo and the bare mid-riff? She a superhero or something? If so...GET TO WORK-there’s a monster to fight!
AW-she’s there for her family and...I’m sorry I just can’t get over that background character’s design, I mean LOOK AT HER-does she have ANY hips to speak of?! I know its just a background character, but STILL bad design.
BUT LUCKILY FOR ARGUS-
-THE SHIELDS GO UP-which I’m sure won’t be damaged at all!
SEE-look at that, COMPLETELY impenetrable!
BAM-even blocks the beast’s elemental attack, NOTHING can break this shie-
*BOOM*
...w...WAIT A MINUTE-the SHIELDS are impenetrable but the pylons MANAGING the shields AREN’T?! That is...a HUGE design flaw, DAMMIT CORDOVIN, this is what you get for spending your defense budget on your Gundam hobby!
This is when everybody just wants to get the HELL out of there but Ruby calls it in-
Ruby: EVERYBODY-me and my scrappy team of rogues is gonna take on that beast, we JUST need you to back us up!
Nubuck: UH-no thank you, we’re nameless soldiers in a fantasy story, WE KNOW what happens to us in this situation!
Either way Ruby is ready to use her magical laser eyes to slow down the beast, by her OWN dang self!
Ruby: Fine, we’ll do it alone if we have to.
Ruby: Let me repeat, I-A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL-am going to fight a monster ALL by myself...with NO military support...alone.
Look at Cordo, see the GUILT emanating from her!
Either way the plan is set-SUPER TEAMWORK COMBO-
-EMOTION MASK TIMES TWO! Seriously, the ONLY semblance he enhances this season.
They then fly undetected through the chaos while ONE plane gets hit! Exactly ONE...no lie, maybe this army isn’t as bad as I thought if only one plane got knocked down so far.
After just NARROWLY avoiding the blast-
-the beast takes out the SECOND barrier due to the worst design flaw in the world-
-DESTROYING THE TOP TO EXACTLY ONE BUILDING! DAMN-lucky Argus, this is a generally destruction free monster attack!
OOOH-but also RIGHT at the moment Ren and Jaune get crackle, CLOAKS DOWN PEOPLE-cloak is DOWN!
But have no fear-OUR LEADER HAS A PLAN!
Weiss:...giant bee?
Ruby: GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIANT BEE!
Yang: You rang?
Blake: Oh YOU!
Nora and Yang give cover fire while Blake just...stands there, because her weapon broke. Hey, sometimes your ex smashes your gun-sword in half, it happens.
SEE BLAKE-you just upgraded yourself to Weiss...holder, way to seize the initiative and HOLD THAT WEISS!
Ruby: I know this is stressful but riding a giant bee is still FREAKING AWESOME!
Nora: I CALL NEXT!
Yang: Aw man, I wanted to fly next.
Qrow: QUIT YAMMERING AND KEEP SHOOTING!
Rubalubes than squares up with the great beast and then-
-STARTS A CLIP SHOW TO PSYCHE HER POWERS UP! She ALSO-
-throws that PESKY earpiece RIGHT into the ocean...because turning it OFF is impossible apparently(freakin’ Atlas tech, TOO many design flaws). Either way-CLIP SHOW TIME!
What NICE memories, nothing that would trigger feelings of doubt which would mess with her hea-
SHIT-memories of the dead almost girlfriend-SHIFT FOCUS!
YES-memories of the vomit boy-FOCUS ON THAT!
Nooooooooooooooooooo-
-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
Focus focus focus FOCUS!
NOT ON THAT!
NOR THAT!
Stay calm, STAY calm-
-AND she’s boned.
Ruby: DAMMIT silver eyes, WORK WHEN I WANT YOU TO WORK!
The beast is in her sights, her powers aren’t working, only ONE thing that can save her now!
Ruby: JINN!
*SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW*
Yang: Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuubyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
DEUS EX MACHINA-because TELEVISION! Also really wish I could show the illusion of time slowing down better in simple pictures
Pouty Jinn is pouty. Either way she tells her that she’ll only allow her to summon her this this ONE time without asking a question.
Jinn: I must admit, this WAS clever.
Ruby: Heh, yeah, to be FAIR I wasn’t sure if you ACTUALLY slowed down time, or if that was like a “Bill Cipher” style illusion, but yeah I’ll have a real question next time.
Either way-CLIP SHOW RESTART!
Time re-starting is ALSO hard to show with still pictures.
*WAVES MOVE SLIGHTLY FASTER*
You enjoying this so far? You COULD be re-watching the show instead of a slow clip-show of it but O-kay!
Yes, GOOD memories of Pyrrha, GOOD ones!
*MORE SUBTLE TIME RESTARTING*
OH YEAH-she’s still in front of a monster! DAMN-that’s a good timestop, full on ZA WARUDO!
That’s right, good memory of Penny, DON’T PSYCHE OUT!
And just when you thought they weren’t gonna hit us with a feelsbomb-
SUMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER! ALSO-confirmation that Ruby knew what her mom looked like, I wasn’t sure as she died when Rubes was REALLY yong, either way HUZZAH! ALSO-this shot-
Summer’s eyes-
RUBY’S EEYS!
“THERE’S A LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT THERE TO SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE-
- “ AND ITS POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWER IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!”
Bless you Casey Williams, BLESS you!
Look at the well designed background characters being showed off by Rooster Teeth, THEY ARE PLEASED! Also, look at that glasses wearing mother fucker in the purple jacket, he a WIZARD or something? We coulda used a WIZARD y’know, just saying.
Nubuck1: YEAH-that girl we refused to help stopped the beast!
Nubuck2:...are we terrible at our jobs?
Nubuck3: Just shut up and keep cheering!
Ruby then marvels at the site of a major city that SURVIVED a kaiju-class Grimm attack for once-BUT ALL IS NOT WELL-
*CRACKLE CRACKLE*
*ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!*
Ruby: DAMMIT-I meant to fire DISINTEGRATING beams, not FREEZING!
Maria: I now, its LITERALLY the most fickle super power.
But worry not-FOR ALL IS NOT LOST!
Cordo: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE I COME, TO SAVE THE DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Ruby:...okay, thanks for the help, but HOW did you rip your mech’s arm off?
Cordo: HM?! Oh nothing fancy-
Cordo: JUST A BAD ASS DRILL THAT I WILL USE TO PIERCE HEAVEN!
Ruby:...why the HELL didn’t you use that on us before?
Cordo: Honestly I forgot it was there...as well as SEVERAL functions on this mech. Really I shouldn’t be in charge of anything.
Either way-
-she drills the FUCK out of that thing! KILL IT! KILL IT WITH SPINNING!
Man, that’s some NICE dusting!
Once again, the background characters are pleased, including lady hipless over there! Oh lady hipless, I will NEVER understand you.
And even 2/3rds of the Cotta-Arc household are completely enjoying it, while Terra is REALLY hoping this mess won’t come back to her.
Ruby then thanks AND apologizes to Cordo because she’s a NICE young lady, while Cordo gives her team the go ahead to fly out tho Atlas. DOESN’T make up for her mean comment to Blake, BUT progress is progress.
A THEN CUT TO-
-BEAUTIFULLY PAINTED CLOUDS! MAN this show loves to show off and I LOVE IT!
INSIDE the ship-
Ruby’s mentors give her WELL deserved props and Qrow celebrates BY-
-NOT drinking! GOOD ON YOU Qrow, PROGRESS!
D’aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw.
The mentors than have a NICE quick moment.
Maria: For a depressed drunk, you make a great uncle and huntsman.
Qrow: That is...LITERALLY the best compliment you can give me.
Speaking of sweet moments-
FUCK YEAH-hand holding! Now let them KISS dammit!
ALL WHILE-
-RUBY deflects praise like a body does, EVEN points out how Oscar landed a clean crash...OR DID HE?!
Oscar: I...DIDN’T land the plane on my own.
YUP-Ozpin helped him, in a scene that’s BASICALLY this-
Oz: The force Oscar, USE the force!
The team briefly discuss the fact that their creepy wizard principal is most DEFINITELY spying on them before Qrow points out-
THE UNIVERSITY OF CAROLINA IN THE SK-I mean-THE CITY OF ATLAS! Anyone...old enough to get that reference? Scott Pilgrim? Its a story about a guy who dates a 17 year old, dumps her for someone cooler, and we’re supposed to see him as the hero? WEIRDLY good read despite the what the synopsis will make you believe.
We also briefly see-
-THE UNDERCITY OF MANTLE...which...looks like its near an active volcano I think! NO WAIT I see, that’s where the floating city came from...still feel BAD for the poor people of Mantle though.
Either way, they get up there and EVERYTHING is fi-
-ZOOP military blockade, never mind. And we end the adventure of Team RWBYQOMJNR with a MYSTERIOUS line-
Voice: Manta 5-1, welcome home.
Oooooooh, Weiss is in TROUBLLLLLLLE!
And that’s it for them, credits start rolling-NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVERMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE- and then a we get a TEASER because Joss Whedon!
Mercury: I like being depressed in here, it makes me look DEEP!
Emerald also walks in to slightly foreshadow her defection from the Legion of Doom but notices how FREAKED he is...why?
Cause Salem’s making flying MONKEYS that’s why! We ALSO-get a Hazel cameo!
Hazel: There’s an old saying, if you want something done right-
-do it yourself.
WELL-team RWBY’s boned. EITHER WAY, a fantastic season, personally I feel episode 12 had better finale energy than episode 13, BUT outside of a malfunctioning force field still good. I’m also KINDA mad that Neo and Cinder, and pretty much EVERY member of Salem’s faction didn’t get many times to really shine, BUT there’s always next season!
AND WITH THAT-I’l see you either next season of RWBY, or on my Gen:Lock recaps on MICKSTERECAP! Peace out folks.
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Third Time’s The Charm (Gymrat! NCT Lucas AU)
Genre: gymrat! au; fluff and humor, tiny bit of angst
WC: 2.5k.
Description: Your efforts on trying to catch the attention of the tall buff guy on the bench press weren’t working.
(A/U: this was inspired by lucas saying his hobby was working out, so i was like !!! yes!!!! Hope you enjoy, reblog and like~)
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The guy you were eyeing was easily benching a hundred pounds, his chest heaving up and down with each pump in the air. His muscular biceps glistened with sweat and flexed, and he was so completely focused on his strenuous task that he failed to notice you staring at him.
It wasn’t like it was intentional, okay? His face was like some sort of model on a Vogue magazine, with an aristocratic nose and plump lips that were usually pursed in concentration. He was tall, taller than the bench press apparatus that he frequently hogged when he came here every Wednesday. He always came in some sort of sleeveless top and either running shorts or joggers. It was like he was made to stop traffic (or you from properly working out).
The first time you saw him, you almost fell off your treadmill. You were just minding your own business, trying to get fit for the spring break vacation you were planning with your friends, and he just starts lifting. Your eyes were drawn to every movement he made, and this continued for a few weeks.
One day, you brought your best friend to the gym and were running on the treadmill, but when she caught sight of him she almost tripped off her treadmill too. You shook her head at her in disappointment and steadied her.
“W-what?!! You have this god in here and you don’t tell me??” she sputtered, a wild look in her eyes.
“Um, I asked you several times to go with me but you wanted to watch Netflix instead,” you countered, leaning away from her increasingly panicked posture.
“Still you didn’t tell me about him!”
“You have a boyfriend though?” you asked.
“Semantics, semantics. Me in a relationship doesn’t stop me from appreciating eye candy,” she waved off.
“Okay broski.”
Throughout your workout, even you couldn’t keep your eyes off him (per usual). She side-eyed you the whole time, sending suggestive smirks at you while you ignored her and plugged in your earphones to block her out. By the end of your time, she rounded on you when you approached the car.
“So… you like him, huh?”
“STOP I don’t!” you whined.
“You totally do, don’t lie to me hoe.”
You were silent for a few a seconds, and she took this as victory. She fist pumped while you slumped your shoulders in defeat. Why were your friends like this- more importantly, why am I like this?
“Listen, y/n we’re gonna do something about this,” your best friend spoke as you drove her to her dorm room across campus.
“No, we’re fucking not.”
“Yeah, we fucking are, because you need to some spice in your life! All you do is just study and read and never want to go out with me!” your friend stared at you concernedly while you ignored her and stared determinedly out the windshield.
At last, you reached her dorm and stopped the car.
“Look, y/b/n, I get you’re trying to look out for me and I really appreciate that. But I’m satisfied with my life right now. Plus, I don’t think a guy like that is single. Someone has probably already snatched his ass up. And even he was- forget about it,” you leaned back in your seat, and looked out pensively to see the brightly lit street lamps on the street corner.
“You know what- this is not going up for discussion. You’re going my house tomorrow an hour before gym, we’re going to create a game plan, and then your going to hop on his d-”
“Oh my god OKAY!”
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ATTEMPT 1: Wear some sexy ass clothes.
“Bruh. Are you sure these are even public appropriate?”
You tugged at the spandex sports bra you were wearing and the figure-hugging leggings your best friend forced you in. They were in all black (“so they can lengthen your figure”) because it was sexy apparently. Well, actually, hell yeah, you looked fucking hot but couldn’t you get charged with public indecency or something?
“Honey. Sweetheart. Darling. Everything is acceptable when you go to the gym,” she drawled as she put up your hair in a ponytail.
Honestly, this was a hella new experience. You usually wore an oversized t-shirt and shorts while working out, so this was gonna have to take some time getting used to.
“I don’t get what’s the point. If I want him to date me shouldn’t I try to like talk to him?”
“That comes after. Besides, even if you don’t need to show your body to attract a man, you just need some confidence. What better way than to showcase your killer bod?!”
“Hmph. I disagree but, like, okay.”
You two got to the gym and swiped your passes to let you in. The artificial lighting was still turned on even though the natural bright sunlight from the windows would have sufficed, and it smelled like the regular tangy scent of sweat and disinfectant.
You took off your windbreaker, feeling as though you were giving a strip show, and stepped into the locker room where you put your stuff up. As you entered the room, you searched the sea of gym equipment for “hot guy” and found him doing his regular presses on the bench press. Aren’t people supposed to look ugly when they work out, not like this god who looks like he’s doing a commercial?
Your best friend who “stepped out to get some water” told you as soon as got in, to start doing some stretches. She claimed it would “get his blood pumping” (whatever the hell that meant) so you had to do it as slowly and sexily as possible. Yeah. Right. No problem for a girl who just discovered what a dildo was.
Stepping onto the mats, you moved into a position where the hot guy would be able to see you easily. You bent down and touched your toes, but immediately felt self conscious about your now exposed ass. It felt hella weird, but after seeing yourself in the mirror you decided that hey, I don’t look half bad. I look pretty hot right now, even if no one is looking. You decided to do your regular stretches after that, and you discovered the bra and stretchy leggings gave you a lot of mobility. Maybe your best friend and those thotty instagram models were onto something with this whole trend.
After completing your work out, you didn’t feel those “heated glances” upon your back like the romance novels said, or get the feeling someone was watches you. Honestly, you’d probably be one the first people to die in a horror film with how oblivious you were but that’s not the point. The point is, you were sure no one saw anything. Especially hot guy. You even discreetly glanced at him from time to time and nope, not even a glance. One time he thought he was gonna do something, but he just moved to the pec deck machine and started working out again.
You sighed and then hopped onto the treadmill to increase your stamina. Welp.
Attempt 1: Failed
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Attempt 2: Try to work out closer to him and hope he’ll try to strike up a conversation.
“Bitch the treadmills are like all the way across the room from the goddamn bench press!” you yelled, upset that your friend was trying to make you move away from the machine that took the least effort.
“Honey. Do you want a substandard workout or do you want a good fu—”
“Y/b/n! Why you gotta be like this?” you covered your innocent ears.
“Sorry, reality check. But still, it’s just for a little while. Plus you can go back to them whenever he’s not here!” your best friend exclaimed.
You pouted and tied up your sneakers before stepping out of the locker room. Lucas (you found out his name as he was talking to his friend a few days ago) was actually at the leg press machine this time. Still far away from your beloved treadmill. The things you were doing for him.
You found a step machine a few machines away from his leg press because you didn’t want to seem weird going on a machine too close to him. Today, you were wearing a crop top with some spandex shorts, something you usually wore as pajama wear but since this was attempt 2, you decided to step it up a bit.
As per usual, he didn’t look once your way.
And it got worse.
The next few weeks, the machines next to Lucas were always filled, by some unlucky stroke of fate. You even came at different times of day, but it turns out they were still filled or he wasn’t there.
Great times, man.
Attempt 2: Failed.
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Attempt 3: Actually initiate a conversation despite your crippling social anxiety.
You need to be in a casual position chat with him. It’d be hella awkward if you just went up to him while he was doing a press or something like that. Your best friend’s words came to mind as you filled up your water bottle at the water fountain. The third attempt, which had been initiated a few weeks ago, was not going to plan either. You were never in a good place to talk or you just chickened out of it last second. He was just so intimidating and looked unapproachable, even though he always laughed brightly when his friends came over. This is why you were going to end up as a crazy old cat lady who wished she could’ve struck up the courage to talk the hot swole guy at the gym 60 years ago and not ended up alone.
Rubber shoes squeaking against linoleum broke you out of your thoughts, and you glanced to see the object of your pseudo-obsession rounding the corner. Lucas strode confidently towards the vending machine on your right, his sweaty bangs hanging in his eyes while his powerful biceps flexed while he walked. Goddamn.
Your breathing noticeably sped up when he neared you and he pulled out his wallet.
This is your fucking chance, bitch!
“Um, hey.”
Laaaaaammmmmeeeeee.
You smiled at him as pressed on the water fountain bar. His head whipped towards you from the vending machine, and he, too, smiled. It was one of those smiles that he always had around his friends, and was a serious roundabout from the aloof impression you always had of him.
You plucked up your courage and then exhaled. You can do this, even with the non-existent flirting skills you have. “So—”
“Lucas!” a shout interrupted you, and both of your heads turned towards the sound of his friend shouting from the end of the hallway.
Lucas groaned and got his snack from the vending machine.
“Sorry, gotta go—”
“LUCAS!” his friend shouted insistently.
Lucas smiled a grin at you and left.
His broad back faced you while he walked out, like all your confidence and hope.
Attempt 3: Failed. Miserably.
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You walked dejectedly back to the entrance of the gym. You could never get this right, could you? Every single attempt failed or was thwarted by something. You tried your best, and even then the hot guy at the gym failed to notice you. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.
You sighed and looked up into the stars. Boys are stupid. And so was your best friend if she thought this could work.
If every time this was gonna happen, you might as well try to get over—
“Hey!”
Your head turned to see Lucas, of all people, jogging across the pavement towards you. The lights of the gym shone from behind him, and only served to make him more handsome.
“Hey,” he panted as he got in front of you.
From this distance, you could really see the extent of how tall he was.
“Hi?” you sounded out, incredibly confused. Just about when you were about to get over him, he shows up.
He chuckled nervously, and scratched his head sheepishly. Your eyes followed the movement and you got to see his beautiful biceps again. Some sort of confused hope popped up in your chest at his appearance… maybe he was there to talk you?
“So, uh, we were talking to each other earlier and wanted to apologize for leaving abruptly. That was kinda rude, sorry.”
Oh.
“It’s alright, no problem. I get how friends can be,” you smiled at him, the confused hope dying down into immense disappointment. Well, shit happened and life wasn’t a fucking fairytale.
You smiled one last smile at him and turned away to call your best friend to pick you up, but then you froze when his voice rang out in the humid summer air.
“I also wanted to say hey to you, because I, uh, kinda wanna ask you on a date.”
What the fuck.
Your eyes widened and you focused your whole attention on him, who was fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt.
“I always saw you here, and thought you were, um, really pretty and nice. Like, really gorgeous. Wait. Oh shit, that’s not the only reason I like you. Uh—”
“I, erm, kinda like you,” you blushed severely, glad that it was covered up by the dark night. Cicadas chirped in the background while you two went silent.
“Really? Hell yes!” he exclaimed, and fist pumped while jumping into the air. You laughed, amused by his childness and carefree attitude.
“Yeah, I always saw you in the gym too! Actually, funny story, I’ve been trying to get your attention for a weeks now, cuz you’re really hot, heh…” Oh fiddlesticks, you weren’t supposed to say that. You ducked your head down while shuffling your feet.
“Wow, you’re really cute,” he breathed out while staring down at you.
“Did I just say that out loud? RIP me, honestly,” he caught himself, and you both laughed over his inadvertent confession.
“Damn, I didn’t realize. If I knew this earlier, I would’ve asked you on a date weeks ago, because I was trying to get your attention too.”
Huh?
“Yeah, uh, they were pretty shitty ways to get you to notice me like wearing sleeveless tops and always bench pressing, but I guess it kinda worked?”
You gaped at him in shock, trying to process this information in your tired mind. So you mean all this time you were looking like a full course meal were intENTIONAL????
“Well, if you’re not opposed to it, you wanna go on a date this weekend?”
You nodded excitedly, and you two exchanged phone numbers, both of you blushing when your hands brushed up against each other. Your best friend was gonna freak when you told her.
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“So… you like them guns, huh?”
“Shut the fuck up Lucas. You know you were staring at my ass when I was stretching.”
“Shit, you right.”
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(A/N: guns= biceps. not edited.)
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another twofer because I went to bed early yesterday
umm tbh I dont remember what I did? I know I played rhythm heaven and wasn't as good at it as I thought I would be but still eventually got all surpurbs. I tried looking up some stuff for an art project but I would need photoshop so :/ I'll have to find another way. I spent some time in my friend’s discord server which I discovered is mostly for her tiktok followers? because apparently she has a bit of a following. yeah she currently has 834 followers so good for her. played a little bit of Stardew valley and unlocked like 50 things at once because it was the fsecond day of winter right after completing the community center. I went to bed at like midnight for some reason and watched secret sleepover society (Jacob and Julia from drawee) play dagonrampa or however the FUCK its spelled. I dont care about the games but I already knew a little secondhand through internet and some stinky girl i sat next to for a semester of theatre who liked to draw and talk about fandoms instead of doing work. I hope she’s doing ok.
valentines day!! it was very uneventful. texted some friends, didnt do a zoom call but hey maybe in the next few days. who knows. played more rhythm heaven and sucked ASS at lockstep. why is It so hard its not fair. then my dad asked if I wanted to go to half price books with my sister, and I said yes more to get out of the house and go to goodwill while we were out than going to the bookstore. I followed my sister around while my dad wore a gator instead of a normal mask because he’s a boomer who doesnt know how to keep a mask over his nose >:/ but afterwards we went to goodwill looking for stretchy flannel and I tried texting pictures to my friend but it overloaded my phone and her phone was dead anyway and I was overheating and tired so I bought one and left but its ok because that’s the one she liked anyway. then we picked up my sister’s friend’s dress because she wanted it hemmed and I did a DAMN GOOD JOB hemming it. pinned and ironed and steamed and pressed and everything. call me rarity cuz its the art of the dress, bitch >:) jk but I had fun with it and the only place where it didnt look quite perfect was in the back where my stitches jumped a little higher because I had to realign the foot to get the folds of fabric under. later I was laying in bed missing the idea of throwing a birthday party and having a platter of food and birthday cake and decorations, which reminded me of my webkinz Birthday Cake so I booted up webkinz after months of not playing. my full account expired so I adopted my new raccoon, Doom. They’re a rescue from my brother’s account, the one and only webkinz he had. I eventually plan on giving them either a possum or different raccoon girlfriend, idk which yet. prob raccoon since I can get a raccutie through pet medallions. so I played around for bit then got stuck on tikotxk for too long and new we’re here at 3 am. my goddamn cat won't stop jumping on my desk and trying to eat the rose my dad got me >:( I just had to get up and stop her from taking away the baby's breath accents. anyway I'll probably just watch some youtube and TRY not to get back on tiktok and go to sleep. I really wanna wash my hair tomorrow and make buckeyes with my dad like he said we would. I should also order fur within the next few days... also if anyone knows how the mass editor works I still need to learn how to d that so I can tag all my journals
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