#Being Fine and pissing Every Single person you know off at least once in your life to suCh an eXtEnt

[iambecomeyourvillain]

i am nothing in my soul if not aftg obsessed

#thinking about... Them #aGAin #it's all about exy and the foxes and playing and being an absolute fucking idiot #about fingers pressed to pulse points and keys and Home and rabbit and running and not running anymore #and risking lives and having absolutely no sense of self preservation. #Being Fine and pissing Every Single person you know off at least once in your life to suCh an eXtEnt #not matt though. that man's in love with neil #and andrew. andrew hAtEs neil #nOT that it means that he wOuLdn'T bLoW hiM #and kevin and his pride. kevin and his resilience. kevin and his hardwork and just kevin queen fucking day #this is me banging my head trying to get all thoughts out in here in the tags #thanks bye #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #the foxhole court #kevin day

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˗ˏˋ guilty pleasures ˎˊ˗

☆ content: eren jaeger x female reader, modern au, reader cheats on her loser boyfriend, dirty talk, praise, pet names, masturbation, pussy job, just filth, written very fast my apologies, mentions of alcohol, explicit language, explicit sexual content, reader discretion advised 18+ ☆ word count: ~4.2k ☆ a/n: just a warm-up that got out of hand

Your boyfriend sucks. That isn’t an opinion, either. It’s a fact. The sky is blue; what goes up will always come back down; your boyfriend is and will forever be a jackass. 

At least, according to your friends, Eren in particular. Sometimes according to you, too—let’s not leave that part out, it’s important.

Countless times, your boyfriend had driven you to wit’s end and back because yes, you always took him back. You aren’t the type to leave a kicked puppy out in the rain or a groveling man lying on your doorstep. He’d come crawling back, looking all lovesick and apologetic, and you’re ashamed to admit it hasn’t failed him yet. 

Listen, Eren is just your friend. He doesn’t know the ins and outs of your relationship any more than the next guy. What he knows for sure is that your boyfriend generally sucks as a human being, and he knows you know it, too. 

And it’s about time he does something about it. 

Tonight’s as good a night as ever to make a move. Eren’s roommate, Armin, insists on hosting a game night every other week-ish to ‘get the gang together,’ as he likes to say. But game nights are hard. No one likes to learn rules. So game nights soon devolved into movie nights, which turned into drinking nights after no one could agree on a movie.

That’s the plan for this evening: drinking the beer Jean brought along with a few leftover seltzers from the last time they got together, and spending some time with you. Alone.

You walked into the apartment huffing and puffing, pissed over whatever your boyfriend did or didn’t do. You’ve spent most of the night wallowing in the displeasure, trying to hide it, but it’s not working; Eren can tell you’re furiously texting Sasha every little detail despite sitting across from one another.

If you were to ask any of your friends, they’d say they previously believed you and Eren would date. You had that energy about you—still do, frankly. But then you met your boyfriend and you’ve been seeing each other ever since. On and off, of course.

Eren dated other people, too. And sure, he liked them, but that’s all. Finding happiness with something (or someone) is difficult when he constantly sees the greener grass on the other side.

He used to believe it was a timing thing, the reason you never hooked up. It made sense back then. But now, Eren knows it’s not a timing thing because he’s single and you can dump your boyfriend any time you want—if that’s what you want. 

Eren can pry. He can be forthright and ask what you’re texting Sasha about. But that’d get him nowhere; you’d undoubtedly reply, ‘Girl stuff,’ and let the subject die there. 

He noticed you don’t talk about your boyfriend problems when he’s around. Not that he expects you to. He would have written it off by now if he hadn’t heard you confiding in Armin about it. Jean and Connie, too. How frustrating it is that you never tell the one genuinely curious person. The one who wants to know and wants to show you how much better things could be, with him. 

So Eren does just that. He catches you at the right moment, once it’s just the two of you. Armin was in bed and Sasha already left, taking Jean and Connie with her. The only guests remaining are you and Mikasa—she’s been sitting heavy-eyed on the couch for the last twenty minutes and would probably be out cold in the next ten. 

Then there’s you, all squirmy beside him. 

“Are you cold?” Eren asks. He knows you’re not, but he also knows you’d never answer the more direct ‘Are you okay?’

“I’m fine,” you say, voice barely above a whisper, “I’m just—”

“Having a long night?” Eren guesses.

You merely sigh, but it’s weighty enough that it sounds like you’ve been holding it in for a while, like you must’ve needed it. 

“That’s one way of putting it.”

It’s vague, but you still feel you said too much.

You fiddle with your fingers, hands resting in your lap. You focus on that rather than the fact that you can no longer bring yourself to meet Eren’s eyes; it’s too much, it makes your insides burn uncomfortably hot.

You can’t deny how Eren makes you feel. Even more, you can’t deny that you came over tonight with him on your mind—the sort of thoughts you shouldn’t have while tangled up with another guy. 

“Is there anything I can do,” Eren slides closer to you, “to make your night better?”

Yes, you think. Yes, yes, yes.

You shake your head, gaze fixed on his leg pressing against yours. 

“It’s not your problem to fix,” you try to assure, but it lacks any sureness. Instead, it’s demure and… inviting? You almost made it sound like a dare. 

“That doesn’t mean I can’t try,” Eren says, always up for a challenge, especially if you’re the prize at the end. 

You’re better than this, you tell yourself. You’re above this. 

At the same time, you can’t help but think: what would your boyfriend do if the roles were reversed? You’ve argued about his fidelity before—hell, you argued about it hours ago—and you have no more clarity than you did from the start. 

Maybe you haven’t been perfect, either. Maybe there were times you should’ve told Eren to cut out the flirting and even times you shouldn’t have reciprocated it. You thought it was harmless then, that you’d never end up exactly where you are now. You also never imagined how invigorating, how right, it would feel. 

Eren places his large hand on your thigh, tentatively at first, light despite the guilt weighing down on you. When you don’t stop him, he becomes confident. He slides his hand higher, squeezes you gently. It’s chaste, something that could still pass as friendly if not for the way it made you weak.

I am absolutely not above this.

That’s how you ended up in his bedroom. Eren whispered for Mikasa and when she didn’t respond, he took it as the all-clear—that no one would know if you decided to head somewhere more private. Eren snuck you down the hall, shut the door behind you, and had you to himself, for the first time. 

Your heart thrums in your ears. It’s adrenaline, anticipation, a rush you never want to end. You hardly hear him when he asks, “How can I make your night better?” He nears you in a step. “What would you like me to do?”

“I think you know the answer to that,” you murmur. He wants to hear you say it: that you want him. You want his mouth on yours, maybe on your neck, his hands on your chest, smoothing down your hips and between your legs. You don’t give him the satisfaction of it. 

You lean into Eren without a word. He moves with you, meeting you halfway. You lead, he follows. You’re the one in the relationship, not him. 

You tilt your chin high to meet him. He catches it between his fingers, gently guiding you to him. Your noses brush; your lips don’t, but you’re so, so close. Close enough for your lashes to flutter softly against his cheek, for you to feel every one of his hot breaths as they break over your lips. It’s intoxicating. It’s not enough. But you can’t make yourself seal the fateful gap between you. 

“I can’t,” you regretfully stammer. It physically hurts to say the words. You wound the devil sitting atop your shoulder.

Eren doesn’t say anything, only pulls away from you. You don’t feel in control of your hand when it snatches a fistful of his shirt. You keep him there, still as close as before, eyes flitting between his pupils, big and blown, and his lips. He remains frozen, silent. He lets you decide where this would or wouldn’t go. 

“I don’t—fuck, I don’t know what do to,” you bemoan. Your head is a spinny, screwed-up mess. Screwed up from forbidden fantasies and raging hormones and the pool of warmth spreading in the depths of your stomach—all from him. 

“What do you want to do?” Eren asks in a low voice. 

It’s coaxing, cloying, but it’s needful at the same time. It’s a voice you’ve never heard from him, yet it’s familiar. It’s reminiscent of the same need burning inside you, so hot you think it might create a hole, one perhaps only he can fill.

You lick your bottom lip only to find your mouth has gone dry. 

Eren nudges the tip of his nose against yours. “I can tell you what I want to do, if that would help.”

He nuzzles lower, beneath your jawline. He doesn’t kiss you there—no, he wouldn’t do that. What he does is worse. It’s teasing. His breath fans over your ear and sends a shudder down your spine. He needs you not only to hear but to feel every word, every dirty thing he has imagined doing with you.

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he breathes against the side of your face, warming you from the inside out. He clasps his hand over yours, then slips it between your legs. “And I want to watch.”

Eren touches your hand, encouraging you to rub. You feel the heat of your cunt through your clothes, like there’s a fire in your belly. You finally let its flames engulf you and god, burning never felt so damn good. 

You’re dizzy, you’re flustered—how could he possibly say that with such calmness? More than anything, you’re dumb to everything except the boy in front of you. 

“Can you do that for me?” he asks, smooth and soothing. “I’ll only look. I won’t touch, I promise.”

It’s a lousy excuse for a loophole. Actually, it doesn’t even qualify as a loophole.

Eren leans back, holding your shoulders in his hands. He looks you in the eyes and again, he insists, “No touching.”

Loophole or not, you can’t find it within you to care. You trust him, you think. Either that or your brain short-circuits because you can only repeat back, “No touching,” as you bob your pretty little head. 

Eren smiles down at you, runs his knuckles down the side of your face. It’s gentle, it’s praising, it brings—no, it yanks you back to him. 

“Lay on the bed,” he says. 

You do as you’re told, laying back on your forearms. He tugs your bottoms off with ease and reveals a pair of pale blue panties—a telling color. When you spread your legs for him, he can see how you’ve stained them with your arousal, soaked and ruined after some innocent teasing. 

You touch yourself without him having to ask. You trace over the damp patch and play with your clit through the fabric. He sees how easily your panties slip between your folds, how fucking wet you are, and has to stifle a curse.

Eren drops to his knees, nestled between your legs at the foot of the bed. He has a hand on either of your thighs, almost white-knuckling the plush skin.

“Look at that.” You can’t tell if he’s talking to you or your pussy. “You like it when I talk to you, huh? When I tell you what to do?”

You whine at the words, rub your clit faster. You want to come. 

“So needy. What’s the rush?” Eren tuts. He climbs onto the bed, propping his back against the headboard. “Make yourself comfortable.”

As he says it, his hand travels lower. Dangerously low. It draws your attention to how hard he is, his insistent cock tenting in his sweatpants. He palms over it once, then twice, then grips himself through the fabric. Fuck. 

You stare with too much interest. The corner of Eren’s lip curls into a smirk when you have to close your hungry mouth. He’s just as greedy, though, just as riled up as you. Even the touch of his own hand has his arm muscles tightening and twitching.

You crawl over to his side and try to relax into the pillows as best as you can. Your shoulders droop, your knees fall to either side, but there’s a tremble to your hand as it returns between your legs. Your touch remains feather-light, almost a tickle, as you dance a finger along the hem of your underwear. You watch lecherously, with your head lolled to one side as Eren mirrors you—you’re still leading. His thumb dips below his waistband.

This still counts as ‘no touching,’ right?

Eren shoves his hand down his sweatpants. You can’t see it when he takes his cock in his hand, only the outline of him slowly working over his length underneath the fabric. 

Your eyes ask the question your lips wouldn’t dare to ask. Eren responds, “You first.” His eyes flicker to your crotch—your panties, more specifically. 

Your fingers stutter and pause. You’ve already dipped your toes into the corrupt waters, so you might as well take the full plunge.  

You tuck your underwear to the side, pinching them in the crease of your thigh. Your fingers are almost cold against your wet, hot skin and you shiver in response, letting the feeling wreck down your spine. You clench around nothing, whimpering just as helplessly. 

“Fuck,” Eren breathes, an incidental hiss.  

He pushes his sweatpants and boxers down in one go, and his cock slaps his front. He aches for anything more than his hand, but it’s all he has right now. It’s agonizing how what he needs is so damn close, but out of reach. 

He pumps himself faster, tightening his grip around the sensitive tip to mimic your cunt.

He can only catch glimpses of it. Your panties persistently get in his way, and when they aren’t, you’re having to tug them back to the side. Your gasps and moans turn to little grunts, your frustration staving off your orgasm even further.

Eren goes to grab your underwear but stops himself short.

“Take them off,” he tells you, somewhere between a request and a demand. If this is his one chance to be with you, to see you, then he’s going to see all of you. 

You listen. Your hand slips from between your legs and a sticky string connecting your fingers to your cunt snaps. You hope Eren didn’t see it, but you’re sure he did based on the impatient sound that comes from the back of his throat. You lift your hips from the bed and shimmy your underwear down your legs. Then you kick them to the floor. 

You don’t settle back into the bed before Eren says, “I want to see more of you,” because this still isn’t enough. “C’mere.”

He adjusts you to his liking until you’re in front of him, lying back on your elbows, spread, with your feet caging his hips. It’s a vulnerable position, you admit. One where you’re completely bare and completely on display and there’s no shying away. You may have even found it embarrassing if not for how turned on you are. The urge to come is nagging, simmering for so long that you fear you may boil over and do something you’ll regret later. 

“Shit.” Eren’s in awe of the sight before him: your glistening cunt, swollen and practically begging to come, and the dreamy expression on your face. It’s the sexiest you’ve ever looked, and he’s not even sure it’s intentional. Your eyes are as alert as they are moony, as confident as they are flustered; a doe locked in his headlights, willing to eat out of his palm despite her better judgment. 

“Spread yourself for me,” he murmurs. You do it with two fingers. “God, look at you.”

So pretty. What a shame it was that such a pretty pussy would go unfucked tonight. 

Eren leans back again, this time with a complacent hand tucked behind his head. He spits into his other, then slathers it over his length, unblushing to how your eyes follow every fluid movement.

“Go ahead,” he says, still calmly fisting his cock. “For real this time. Make yourself come for me.”

The encouragement travels straight to your core. You sink your middle finger inside first, then you add another. Your walls pulse, sucking the digits in further. You curve them, drag them in and out, in and out, until you find a pace that has your thighs threatening to snap shut. You pull out of yourself one last time and, with properly wetted fingers, you return to your neglected clit. It only takes a few slick circles before your breath quickens. 

“Yeah, just like that—fuck.” Eren feels his cock throb against his palm. He slows, pulling and tightening his grip, still pretending his hand is anywhere near as soft as your pussy. “You’ve listened so well. You deserve to come, don’t you think?”

You moan something incoherent.

“Tell me,” he says, smug and urgent, somehow at once. “Tell me what a good girl you’ve been. That you deserve to come.”

Slippery, unforgiving sounds fill the room, from the both of you, but you’ve already shed any shred of decency you had left. You dipped your toes first, and then you took a fateful dive. But now, the current has stripped away any semblance of control you had—or thought you had.

You’ve become a passenger inside your own body. Every motion feels wild and unpredictable, yet intimately inevitable. It’s a kaleidoscope of feelings and sensations. It’s strange and exhilarating. It’s this raw and primal surrender to only what’s physical and nothing more. 

Flowery language aside, you know one thing for sure: as much as you enjoy hearing him talk filth to you; he enjoys hearing you just as much. 

“I’m a—ah, I’m your good girl,” you moan shakily. Your skin becomes unbelievably hot, your fingers stuttering, struggling to keep up with your neediness. “I d-deserve to come.”

His good girl.

Eren’s stomach lurches, abdominals tightening. He nearly comes.

What a fucking gift you are. How lucky Eren feels to witness how you get yourself off when no one’s around, how you like to tease yourself—maybe even pretend he’s the one teasing you.

You bring a hand to your chest, gingerly caressing the tips of your fingers along your nipple that pokes through your shirt. You slide the hand over your breast before groping it fully. 

“Can I see your tits?” Eren blurts. Once again, there’s no use for dancing around the truth of the matter anymore: you both wanted to get off. 

“You first.” You giggle a little, all breathy, then restate, “Take off your shirt.”

Eren smiles at you before stripping, revealing a cute flush creeping up his chest. You stick to your promise, peeling your shirt off and tossing it aside. You skipped putting on a bra this evening because it was supposed to be a quiet night-in with friends, but it worked out pretty well for this, too. 

You graze your fingers over the peaks of your breasts, bouncing just so with every rub, rub, rub of your opposite hand. You bite back a harsh gasp, but little hums escape past your teeth, anyway. 

Eren’s thighs twitch. He fights the urge to buck his hips, to fuck up into nothing. His pants turn strained, exasperated. He thinks he might be numb to his hand at this point. He could use his spit again, but why should he have to when you’re right there, as desperate as he is?

Your name’s a raspy plea on his tongue. His hands smooth up your legs as he coos, “I need to feel you, baby.” His thumbs stroke your inner thighs, growing extremely close to the apex between them. “Need you to help me come. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

Eren’s hands wrap around your ankles, pulling a yelp from you as he drags you toward him.

“I won’t put it in,” he promises. You’re so close he can feel the heat of your cunt against the underside of his cock. His hand somehow looks small in comparison as he holds himself at his base. He angles his cock until it’s about as close as it can be without touching you. “Please.”

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, but even more frantically, it pulses between your legs, loud and demanding. It’s as impossible to ignore as the man before you. Hot and horny, with messy hair and pretty pink cheeks and an even prettier cock that leaks at the mere thought of touching you, staring at you like he wishes to devour you whole.

You nod, and Eren doesn’t hesitate to push his cock between your slit. You watch him do it, sitting higher on your elbows. Even with the faintest amount of pressure, your jaw goes slack. 

He rocks his hips, gliding his cock through you, up and down, with the ridge of his head nudging your clit. Your skin prickles despite the thin layer of sweat you’ve accumulated.

You raise your hips, dragging your pussy over him, and bring yourself back down to the bed. His cock jolts. You feel it. You repeat the undulating motion again and again, effortlessly, because you can’t recall a time you’ve been wetter. So wet he slips out a time or two. He takes advantage of it once, tapping the tip of his cock against your clit.

Eren gives a low chuckle when your head falls back between your shoulder blades. “What a pretty little mess you are.”

You tilt your hips so he’s back in place, hitting your clit just right, over and over. It doesn’t take long for your legs to shake, swaying like they may give out. He steadies you, resting his hand on the divot of your hip. 

“Oh, god—Eren.” Your voice pitches on a broken moan. “I think I’m gonna come.”

His hand curves around your side, his fingers digging into the fat of your ass. He uses the grip to keep you moving, to guide you through it. He barrels you down the hill toward your release, and you can’t stifle a single cry as they spill from you.

“Yeah, that’s it. Let it all out, baby,” Eren encourages, saccharine as always but airless. Though his own release is imminent, he refuses to allow it to happen before yours. 

He flattens his fingers against his cock, pressing and adding delicious pressure. He proves how heavy, how hard, he is for you—how much better he’d feel inside you. The mere thought of it makes you groan. You push back on him instinctively, arching your back as you teeter on the edge of your undoing.

“So fucking hot,” Eren grunts, thrusting as if he were truly fucking you. He meets you each time you bear down on him, his pelvis slapping against you as his hips rise from the bed. “So fucking hot.”

That familiar feeling fizzes in your stomach, swarmy and radiating through you. It sparks in the tips of your fingers, even in your toes, and then your orgasm rips through you. Your entire being tenses, fists knotting themselves into the sheets and eyes screwing shut. The pleasure is white-hot and leaves you with stars behind your eyelids.

Eren urges you to open your eyes. “Keep ‘em on me while you come.” 

You try your best; you don’t let your eyes roll back. What’s hidden behind your fluttering lashes is pornographic. Your soaked thighs—his soaked thighs. You don’t even want to think about the blankets below you. 

You curse and cry his name. You look ruined, with eyebrows pinched and pulled together, your mouth hanging open like you want to scream out your orgasm. Eren crudely imagines how wrecked you’d look, how much better you’d feel, if you were coming with him inside you.

Your knees snap together, thighs sealing shut around his cock. He continues to fuck between them, against your pulsing, oversensitive pussy. Your body is spent and shaking, and he is right there with you. The sinewy muscles of his chest flex as he builds toward his climax.

“God, fuck,” Eren pants. “I’m gonna come, baby. Gonna come all over this pussy.”

When he does, it’s with his head thrown back and a beautiful groan. His body is flush with yours, his cock spilling across your legs. Come drips down the creases of your thighs, smearing with the last few pumps as he draws out every drop. He can’t believe he could feel so good from something as pathetic as grinding.

Your body lies limp, sprawling across the bed with your legs still draped over him. You wait for some post-horny clarity to smack you across the face, but the only slap you feel is the truth: you deserve better. You aren’t going back.

You stay there, waiting for the rise and fall of your chest to settle. One moment, you’re staring at the ceiling, then blink, Eren’s above you, taking your cheek in his hand. His fingers curl around the side of your face before he places his mouth on yours. He’s soft, both how he feels and how he kisses you, with lips slotted perfectly against yours, coaxing them open with his tongue.

You finally let him touch you this way; you kiss him back. You wrap your arms around his neck, and you wish for the moment to stay, just for a little longer.

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren one shot #eren smut #aot x reader

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shuriri hcs [new and updated!]

side note: these aren’t the same HCS that I uploaded on my old acc. Some may be similiar but anyway hope it’s obvious that I did better on these. enjoy them and reblogs/feedback is always welcome.

Timeline: about two years after the bpwf film.

Shuri’s convinced that they need a theme song when they go on missions but they have opposite music taste.

Shuri always makes corny ass vine references and it makes Riri cringe.

“Shuri, quit talkin’.”

Shuri practically lives in Riri’s dorm. She’s there so often that Riri kinda expects it.

Shuri cannnnot stand when Riri brings up the whole bulls game situation because she ends up fighting for her life.

Shuri loves to rest her chin on Riri’s head, if not her head then her shoulder.

Riri is the big spoon, all the time. Rarely, does she ever get spooned.

They’ve been told that they remind the lab staff of an old sassy couple because they always throw fake shade at each other.

Riri always up on herrrrrr, but shuri doesn’t mind at all.

Once they decided to play fight and Shuri forgot about her panther strength…Riri ended up with a bruise on her thigh.

Riri did not know how to work her kimoyo beads at first and ended up calling a council meeting once my accident.

Their height difference. That’s it.

they always some how matching? Not necessarily color coded but they always for some sort of matching accessories or shoes.

Shuri has no comebacks…at least not when needs them so she just agrees with what Riri says.

“Who’s the man in the relationship?”

“Your mother.”

“What she said.”

Riri asks dumbass questions in the middle of the night.

“You’d still fuck with me If I was a butterfly right?”

“No.”

Riri taught shuri how to drive an actual car on the road and they damn near crashed Riri’s red barracuda.

Shuri’s always braiding her hair.

“Would you hold still?”

“Braid less tight, then maybe I would.”

when they go out together, Shuri’s social battery runs out so quick because she’s much rather be home.

When they go shopping, Shuri’s always carrying Riri’s bags.

“You the one with super strength not me.”

Shuri sleeps 60 percent of the time so when they hang out, half of it consists of naps and it rubs off on Riri.

Shuri always making some smartass comment about Riri’s height.

“I think ironheart would be more of a success if she was taller.”

“Literally fuck off.”

Riri is genuinely unhinged because she knows how fine Shuri is.

“Drop yo drawls, bruh.”

“Riri, we’re in a council meeting.”

“They can watch-“

“You can never be serious.”

“I’m being so serious.”

Shuri cannot take a compliment for some reason. Every time Riri says something, she gets kinda shy.

Riri ‘borrows’ Shuri’s clothes.

“Yo, can I get that hoodie?”

“What-“

“I’ll give it back.”

“I know you won’t, but here….”

Shuri is so petty when it comes to her lab so Riri has her own area.

Shuri gets her mad on purpose to hear that Chicago accent. Trust she gets it.

Shuri’s a morning person and ends up having to drag Riri out of bed every single morning.

“Just get up.”

“M’coming.”

“The alarm went off an hour ago.”

Both of them love them some chains.

Riri’s unhinged, we know this but so is Shuri, just more subtly.

“We got five minutes till your next class starts.”

“Girl….”

“I’m just saying, I felt like it was worth mentioning.”

“I missed a week of school cuz of you, TWO YEARS AGO….and I need that 4.0 GPA, I’m goin to class.”

Shuri cannot stay still when she sleeps and it pisses Riri off so bad but she doesn’t say anything about it. She’s also a blanket hog so Riri has no choice but to cuddle with her.

They argue over things that don’t really need to be argued over.

“For the last time…Chicago Pizza isn’t the best.”

“What’d you just say?”

…

“Chicago was not Micheal’s best song, you’re just saying that because you’re from Chicago.”

“Shuri, i want to have a peaceful evening.”

Never let them play Uno together because it ends up in some sort of argument.

“You only took two, take four-“

“I’m not taking four cards.”

“Fuck you mean, I put down a plus four.”

“Take it back, I’m not taking four cards, Rianna.”

The same way Riri takes Shuri’s clothes, the same thing happens with Riri.

“Is that my MIT sweatshirt?”

“No.”

“….”

“It’s comfortable.”

“So it’s my sweatshirt?”

“I didn’t say that.”

As previously stated, Riri is UNHINGED…so trust that her comments make everyone turn around sometimes especially when Shuri’s done with training.

“And the jog was quite nice- are you paying attention?”

“Mhm mhm, y’all do ab workouts too?”

“My eyes are up here.”

“I know.”

“What was the last thing I said?”

“….”

“….”

Shuri hates hanging up the phone. She sleeps on the phone, eats on the phone and sometimes they just sit in silence.

#shuri udaku #riri williams #black panther #shuriri #shuri x riri #mmcanons

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Morgan/Theo; like a stage flat to the head

For the prompt: Morgan and Theo as always :)

It’s not that Morgan’s homesick, exactly. Well, he is, a little, but he doesn’t even know which place he’s homesick for — his parents’ house, his last billet family, going back a few years, where there was school and hockey and chores and every single second of his day was accounted for and he always knew what he was doing, or at least what he should be doing, and if he didn’t know, somebody told him.

But now he’s here, where Bruno never tells him to do anything, it’s all ‘if you’d like’ or ‘if you have a minute’, and he’s with the Roys for now, but who knows after that. And his one stab at being brave for once started with him miserably sitting out a pop at a gay bar, looking like the kid he feels like, and ended with him wiping burrito sauce off his shirt.

And the only other gay person that Morgan’s talked to for more than a minute in his entire life thinks he’s an asshole. The only person Morgan’s ever told he’s gay thinks he’s a liar. And his housemate hates his guts.

And they’re all the same person.

So maybe Morgan’s a little homesick, yeah, but he’s not sure for what.

“Where you tiptoeing to this early?” Bruno asks as Morgan grabs a premade protein shake from the fridge. They taste kind of like death, but apparently Morgan will endure that as long as it means he doesn’t actually have to go to the effort of making it. The delicious protein in the cupboard is judging him and Morgan deserves all of it.

“Gym,” Morgan says.

“Perfect,” Bruno says. “Can you give Theo a ride? He’s got rehearsal but his ride just cancelled.”

“I’m fine,” Theo says, not looking up from his breakfast. It appears to be a cup of coffee and a bag of skittles, which makes Morgan feel better about his death shake.

“You were just begging me to—“

“I’m fine,” Theo says.

*

“So what’s the rehearsal for?” Morgan asks. “You in band? I wanted to be in band as a kid but I was definitely not good enough, I messed up auditions so they stuck me in—“

“I’m not in band,” Theo interrupts, then doesn’t say anything else, like he wants Morgan to guess.

“Uh,” Morgan says, mentally scrolling through other kinds of rehearsals — dance, theatre, not band as in orchestra but maybe as in a band, this seems like the kind of thing Theo would be really specific about just to be a dick — but then remembers he’s promised himself not to try anymore, because Theo doesn’t deserve it, so he shuts his mouth and drives.

It takes a mile to realise that was actually what Theo wanted, and a petty part of Morgan doesn’t want to do it, just because it is, wants to start yammering away about anything and everything just to piss Theo off, but he’s the adult here, so whatever. Theo can knock himself out rehearsing whatever he’s secretly rehearsing, and Morgan can just be grateful that he doesn’t have to pick him up on his way back.

The only thing Theo says for the rest of the drive is ‘don’t listen to it, wait until the next light’ when Morgan’s phone tells him to take a left, and Morgan also beats the petty part of him that wants to ignore him, because the sooner Theo’s out of the car the happier they’re both going to be.

“Have fun,” Morgan says weakly when they arrive, only realising after Theo’s slammed the passenger door that he sounds like the most pathetic of moms, chirping ‘have a good day!’ after their sullen teenagers.

Well. It’s a good thing Morgan’s already going to the gym. A lot easier to get some of the frustration out.

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“Was that your boyfriend?” Evie asks, butting out her cigarette and standing up from the bench she’s been sprawled upon, texting him to get his ass in gear because they’ve got sets to paint before rehearsal. He doesn’t know how she roped him into this. He isn’t even a painter.

“You really need to quit smoking,” Theo says. She’s in the chorus, and it can’t be good for her voice.

“Thanks, Dr. Roy,” Evie says. “Boyfriend? He was cute.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Theo says. “That’s Morgan. He’s—“

“That’s the billet brother you keep talking about?” Evie asks.

“I don’t keep talking about him,” Theo says. He doesn’t even talk to Evie that much, outside of drama class and rehearsals, at least — she’s Ivy’s girlfriend, so they’re friends-in-law, but that’s it. Though he guesses Ivy could be relaying all sorts of shit to her.

“Uh, yeah, you definitely do,” Evie says. “Exhibit A: the fact that when you said ‘Morgan’ I didn’t say ‘who?’”

That is a very good point, which Theo resents.

“Ivy said you had a whole thing with him,” Evie says. “But I couldn’t follow the drama. Tell me again?”

Theo is happy to.

“And then he told me he was gay, like, as a prank, and—“

“Wait,” Evie says. “Hold up. How does that happen.”

“So like, I—“

Evie holds her hand up, then pulls another cigarette out of her pack. “You have the length of this cigarette,” she tells him.

“Come on, Evie, if my dad smells it on me he’ll flip,” Theo says.

Evie lights her smoke. “How the hell does someone tell you they’re gay as a prank?” she asks.

Theo explains. Evie doesn’t say a word the whole time, just smokes her cigarette, not looking at him, which makes him talk even more. There’s some sort of psychological thing happening here. Drama kids, man.

Evie butts out her smoke, and stands. “Theo. Darling. Honey.”

“I know how it sounds,” Theo says.

“Okay,” Evie says. “Good. Let’s get painting.”

*

“Theoretically,” Evie says, cigarette once again in her hand. He gets why she wants a smoke break, but he doesn’t know why he has to get dragged back outside for it. He was in a painting groove and everything. “If I were to come out to you right now, would you call me a liar?”

“Considering I’ve literally walked in on you and Ivy making out?” Theo says. “Yeah, no.”

“But if I came out to you for the first time right now,” Evie says. “You’d believe me, right?”

“Obviously,” Theo scoffs.

“Right, obviously,” Evie says. “Because who the hell lies about it. Coming out as a prank is like, not a thing, Theo.”

“You don’t get it,” Theo says. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but—“

Evie puts out her cigarette.

“—he’s shown like, no actual signs,” Theo says, following her inside. “He’s such a do-gooder—“

“Uh huh,” Evie says.

“—and he keeps sucking up to everyone,” Theo says. “Constantly, and it’s like—“

“Yep,” Evie says.

“—I’ve never met anyone more fake in my entire life,” Theo says. “Though he quit being fake nice to me after that stupid prank.”

“After he came out to you and you called him a liar, you mean?” Evie asks. “That stupid prank?”

Theo stops. “Wait.”

“Save it for the next cigarette,” Evie says.

“No, wait, Evie,” Theo says, jogging to catch up with her. “He’s gay?”

“I mean, I don’t know the guy,” Evie says. “But kind of sounds like he’s gay, yeah.”

“Well,” Theo says. “Fuck.”

#fic snippet #morgan fraser #theo roy #SOTM

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey! Was wondering if you knew of any five with werewolf lore? Like there’s one where Derek takes Stiles to the abandoned church the Hales used to go to and explained the god that werewolves pray to/recognize that I can’t seem to remember. Thank you!!!

Sure thing.

where the moon didn't shine by emsmittens

(1/1 I 4,630 I Explicit I Steo)

Some werewolves were influenced by the light of the full moon while others reacted to the lack of light from high in the sky after dark. Full moon werewolves and new moon werewolves; two half of a whole. Or, at least, that was what the stories said. A hunter named Stiles was no stranger to these tall old tales, but he certainly didn’t believe in them… yet.

I'm Betting This Wasn't Beta Tested by dancinbutterfly

(1/1 I 7,870 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek is thrown into a violent heat in the wake of Lydia and Peter's actions at the end of Party Guessed. Debilitated by his own needs, Derek reaches out to Stiles, the only person he wants and can hope to trust.

Tiny Bad Omen Of Happiness by FailWolf (GeekMom13) 

(1/1 I 13,619 I Explicit I Steter)

“Watch it, freezer boy,” a much smaller Stiles said, “I’m already really pissed off and if you get blood on my only clothes that fit, I will remove every single hair from your body one by one.”

Across the clearing, the more familiar voice of Stiles echoed the sentiment, “ZombieWolf, I will sprinkle wolfsbane in every single one of your stupid beauty products, and yes I know exactly where you live and how to get in.”

“Good!” mini-Stiles yelled, “at least this fucking spell got one thing right.”

Stiles stopped glaring at Peter in order to glare at himself.

“Say one thing and I will turn your hair into a mood ring.”

Stiles held up his hands in surrender, “I wasn’t going to say a single thing about the whole nine-year-old me being in the forest. That would of course be ridiculous. This is normal, nothing to comment on. Though, Peter, if I may ask, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

“Ugh,” mini-Stiles groaned, “I know we love him —”

Hold the Door by Hatteress (goddammitstacey), maichan808 (maichan)

(1/1 I 16,700 I Teen I Sterek)

When Derek is killed by a rival alpha, the pack will stop at nothing to get him back. Even if that means blackmailing the most dangerous hunter duo this side of hell. Whatever. That whole devil thing was probably totally exaggerated, anyway.

Bonds for Life by JustJim, Useless_girl

(3/3 I 36,575 I Explicit I Sterek)

In which Stiles and Derek actually get to visit Deaton for help and some explanations regarding their bonds and the Spark magic.

Rusty Spoons by Poison_Love_Words

(12/? I 38,182 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is beyond reluctant to leave his new omega mate for a meeting with the Lupine . It doesn't help that Derek is making it very tempting to ignore the summons and stay home with him. Add to that some freaky dreams Stiles has been having, and he's about ready to cancel the whole thing. Good thing his beta, Scott, will watch out for Derek and Stiles can go make nice with the scary werewolf leader.

Once he is away things seem fine, other than Derek not returning his calls. That's okay since he's making up for it with some steamy texts. Although, Stiles has a nagging feeling all is not right. One that only grows as he returns home to a situation he could have never imagined.

Bonneville Noir by EloquentSavage

(16/16 I 60,913 I Explicit I Sterek)

Sliding his hands around Stiles’ chest Derek found the scents of the Camaro, Laura, and New York still clinging to him like a map of the places he had been.

Holding him made him real. He wasn’t a figment of Derek’s imagination. Stiles was here, and he was staying. Uncontrollable relief spilled out of him, but the right words, the right voice was there to pick him back up. Repeated apologies whispered against his skin relentlessly, melting the last of the anger he stubbornly held on to.

Anthracite by LupusScintilla (inkandblade)

(16/16 I 106,673 I Explicit I Sterek)

It's been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn't as welcoming as they had hoped.

Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #mates #anon #steter #peter hale #wolf!stiles

[thebluester2020]

“Jio Is Ignoring You”

✨ (Ridgeside Village) Jio x Farmer!Reader

Content: rough-fucking, dub-con(?), (slightly) ooc Jio (the man is canonically a virgin lol), mean! Jio (but its jio so its totes fine), gender neutral!reader (female genitalia is present though), not proofread.

Note: this is a short drabble based on my farmer being a slut for this man’s attention (and a particular dialogue being very frequent for her during my playthrough ✨)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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:: Jio Is Ignoring You

It had been that way since the beginning you felt like. You'd come rushing up to Ridgeside village, immediately sniffing around the Ridge in hopes of finding him only to be met with crippling disappointment when you quickly found out that he had nothing to say to you.

But, after coming to find him yet again after you were done with your chores today...be it your voice or the way you had such an expectant look in your eyes. Something about you finding him alone in the Ninja house as he peacefully meditated, it just set him off.

.

.

.

"Last warning farmer, if I hear another sound out of you. I'm pulling out."

For the umpteenth time that night, you chewed on your bottom lip in a bid to keep quiet, your lips swollen red as your teeth threatened to break through the skin from how hard you were biting back sounds of absolute bliss. Even as he bullied into your tight pussy, lewd squelching reverberated off of the walls within the small house, Jio insisted on ignoring you as if you were simply a mindless fuckdoll.

But, because of whatever god you pissed off...he didn't allow you to cum.

Not once.

"J-Jio~!" You accidentally keened.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips when he suddenly grabbed your hair to pull you up to his chest, his thrusts only getting harsher, more brutal as he panted hotly into your ear. "What" Smack! "Did" Smack! "I say" Smack! "About speaking?" He spat coldly before letting go of your hair, pressing a hand into the dip in your back to force you to arch your ass more.

"Fuuuuckkkk..." He drawled sloppily as his thrusts began to lose their rhythm.

Jio tsked as he reached around to grab your chin, turning you to the side to where he was met with an eye-capturing sight that made his cock twitch. Your eyes teary as tear tracks marked your face along with the hickeys he left behind. "Hmf...the least you could do is listen farmer. I'm giving you the attention you've so desperately craved since you laid eyes on me...and you can't even follow a single request?"

You clenched at his words, another desperate keen leaving your puffy lips as your hand shakily moved to try and grab at his wrist. To achieve any sort of comforting warmth.

With a cruel laugh, however, he jerked his hand away from your chin as if you were covered in mud. "As if I'd let a slutty, pathetic human farmer like you touch me any more than I've already allowed you to." He leaned forward, his weight pressing and effectively caging you against the hard wooden floor as his thrusts sped up, his lengthy cock dragging against your moist walls deliciously.

"Coming to me every day..." He whispered, a groan escaping his lips. "Annoying me as I try to meditate or perform duties according to my Lady..." Jio continued.

A gasp escaped you when he suddenly lifted one of your legs to hook itself on his arm, your moans now bordering along screaming out like a wanton whore. “Perhaps the only way to get some silence again is to plug this needy pussy with my cum, eh?" He leaned closer to your ear, dragging his hot tongue across the outer shell before you felt him smirk against your cheek.

“Who knows? Maybe my Lady will allow me to keep you as a pet-" You clenched at the thought of being his personal pet...through your sex-drunk mind, you thought of it as a win-win for you both! You'd get Jio's attention and his cock. And the elf would get a plaything.

It was perfect!

"O-Oh no..." You slurred as a dumb smile crept onto your features. So long as Jio was looking at you and still nestled deep within your pussy. His tip kissing your cervix as his grip upon your waist was sure to leave bruises by tomorrow, the man could say that the world was ending and you’d still be happy.

“J-Jio…c-close!” You moaned as a familiar knot began to form in the pit of your stomach.

He gave you no response aside from fucking you harder. Rough groans and breathless whimpers leaving his lips as he desperately chased his orgasm, his fingers digging deeper into your waist before he suddenly stilled, a drawn out moan escaping his lips as his forehead fell to your shoulder.

Yet, for some odd reason, you were suddenly left hanging. “W-What about me?” In another situation, you’d be ashamed of how pathetic your voice became. How you’d be reprimanding yourself if you saw yourself in the mirror right now, looking like a kicked puppy as Jio took you off his cock and set you down on the quickly cooling floor.

He proceeded to get up without a single care.

“Hey! What about me?!” You cried out again as he started to dress himself. Once more he was back to completely ignoring you, your words falling on deaf ears as if you were as meaningless as an ant on the ground.

“Jio!”

He finally responded with an annoyed ‘Hm?’

“I...y-you didn't let me cum...”

“Idiot…you should be grateful you got fucked by me at all. And besides, I allowed you to cum so many times before and you still dare for me to give you more?" You had no words, every thought and insult racing through your mind as your eyes followed Jio as he walked out of the house. And, when he closed the door behind him, slowly making you realize that you should get back to your farm before it gets too dark. One thought lingered in your head.

You’d only be back tomorrow to vie for his attention once more.

#stardew fanart #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew fanfic #stardew smut #stardew sebastian #stardew shane #sdv farmer #sdv shane #sdv bachelors #ridgeside jio #ridgeside village #stardew valley ridgeside #smut #requests open #requests #reqs open #self indulgent #imajiosimpman #elfdudesaresohot

[bimbo-writer]

🍬Trick or Treat 🍬

Leona kingscholar x afab! reader

Contains: pirate leona, semi public, sir kink, hair pulling, degradation, praise, breeding, edging.

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Halloween, a day everybody loves. Candy, costumes, laughter who wouldn't love this day full of fun in a single night? You personally loved the holiday since it meant you had a week full of decorating the school for the ghost. It also was because this year you got to see your lazy boyfriend is a Halloween costume.

Normally the two of you would just go buy candy but this year was really special since it was your first in twisted wonderland. You decided to get a matching costume and dress as a pirate like him. It was a surprise for later but he found out and told you to at least dress as a sexy pirate.

You took his words to heart getting Vil to help you modify your costume so it shows off more of your chest. Overall it went from a normal pirate costume to a slutty pirate, you tried it on two days before Halloween and it fit perfectly hugging every curve right. The long pants now snug booty shorts while the classy top was a ruffled top with a deep v-neck cut.

In all honesty you where shocked by just how good you could look in a costume. You stached the costume away until it was the day of Halloween to surprise leona.

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The day of Halloween finally arrived and you where more than excited to show off the outfit for leona once he got his break. Getting ready and doing one final check in the mirror you decided to change your panties for a thong that would show on the sides of your shorts. Just to add a little more flair.

As soon as it hit 3:30 you left heading for the Colosseum in hopes to catch him while he's still awake. On the way several people where staring you down and some even asking for a picture with you. You didn't mind the attention but it wasn't all good as some of the men tried to get hands with you but thankfully there where others around to help.

After the wall you where finally at the Colosseum and found leona giving his final stamps to a group of teenage girls. They all seemed so pretty and tall, "hey mr. pirate you doing anything after this" one of the girls asked obviously flirting with him. He didn't seem interested but she wouldn't give up, "if you're free I'd be happy to see you again" she said batting her eyelashes.

This pissed you off to some degree but instead of causing a scene you decided to play it cool. Walking over to them calmly leona seemed intrested in your choice of clothing while the girls seemed impressed. "Sorry to interrupt this conversation but I need to borrow my boyfriend so he take a break" your words leaving them shocked.

Leona smirked as you took his hand leaving while the girls stood with their mouths wide open. "Was that an act of jealousy herbivore" he asked already knowing the answer, "it most certainly was not" you huffed dragging him to the cafeteria.

"I didn't know I had such a sexy girlfriend" he mused as a small blush spread across your face. "Thank you but right now where getting you food" you said holding his hand in yours. "What why? I'm not exactly hungry for food but rather-" he stopped pulling you close to grad a handful of your ass, a yelp leaving your lips "you" his voice low and stern.

"Baby are you serious right now" you asked looking up to see his smug smirk squeezing your ass harder. "Fine but where" you asked not wanting to draw attention too much, "how about..." he paused thinking for a second "here in front of all these people" he said. The color drained from your face at his words, he couldn't be serious could he!?

"Let's go back to the ship theres a little spot in the captain's place, and I am the captain" he mused hand fondling your ass waiting for an answer. "Fine..." you hated to admit in kinda turned you on at the idea of being caught. You walked about to the shop to see Jack bow in charge of the stamp station, "huh leona I thought you where going on break" he asked then spotted you next to him.

"We decided to just relax here together" you said trying to get him to stop asking questions. The heat between your legs grew hotter the longer you waited, "ok but don't be on break longer than 30 minutes" he said. You nodded walking onto the ship to the captain's place, as soon as the door was closed and locked leona pushed you over the desk.

"God I can't wait another second I need you" his voice low and sterin, wasting no time pulling your shorts off grinding his cloth erection against your cunt. Small whimpers escape your lips as he grinded harder, "fuck I need you" his voice shaky as he pulled your panties down exposing your cunt to the cool air. Sticking two fingers in without warning working your pussy, "your this wet just from some dirty talk? You really are a whore".

"Oh be quiet and fuck me" you spat needing so desperately to be touched, "where are you manners you need to beg for it nicely" he mused pulling his fingers out the empty feeling making you whimper. "Fine, please fuck me sir" you said not caring how embarrassed you where, you needed his touch.

"Good whore" he smirked pulling his cock out and pumping it a few times before lining the tip with your entrance coating it with your juices. Small whimpers fell from your lips before he thrusted deep inside you in one motion, the force pushing you harder against the desk. "Oh fuck-" you scream before a hand comes over your mouth muffling your moans.

"Good little whores don't scream" he spat thrusting harder as your whimpering continued. His thrust where hard and deep with the tip of his cock kissing your womb begging to be let in. "Holy fuck- your squeezing my cock so good, of fuck that's it baby" he praised you while your sanity was slowly fading from the way his balls slapped against your cunt.

"Mhh" your voice barely auditable as Leonas hand covered your mouth preventing you from letting everyone know what you where doing. "Be a good little bitch and take it" his words adding to the pleasure as you where nearing your high. The feeling of cumming on his cock was nearing as his thrust fastened and grunts grew louder.

"L'ona- I'm gonn-" your voice spilling out as his hand lost it's grip on your mouth, "what you're gonna cum already we can't have that" he smirked before stopping completely ripping the euphoric feeling from you. "Bu-but" your pleas falling on death ears as he stayed completely still, "if you wanna cum you're gonna beg like a good bitch" he spat.

"Please" voice shrill as tears started to form in the corners of your eyes, "please what you know how to beg". "Please fuck me sir. I need you to fuck me" you pleaed tears streaming down your face, "good whore" was all he said before he was balls deep inside your cunt, screams of pleasure falling from your lips.

The euphoric feeling coming back quick as his thrust where animalistic and sloppy, "gonna breed you like the good whore you are". Moans falling out like your tears as leona continued his attack on your cunt, now puffy from the abuse. "L'ona I'm gonna cum-" your screams definitely where heard by somebody but you didn't care all you cared about was leona stuffing your cunt.

"Fucking hell your squeezing the shit out of me, wanna be breed like a bitch in heat?" Words vile as his thrust became impossibly harder, "Yes Yes please breed me like a good bitch in heat" screams of pleasure filling the room. His hands snaked there way into your hair pulling it making your back arch, the feeling making it hard not to cum.

"Leona I'm gonna cum, please let me cum, and breed me like a bitch" you screamed as he buried his cock deep in your womb painting your insides white. The feeling of his cumming inside you causing you to spasm on his cock coating it with your juices. Strings of "oh fucks" falling from your lips as leona groaned finishing cumming, "holy shit that was hot" he said breathless.

The two of you didn't move for a minute catching your breath coming down from your high. "Hold on baby I'm gonna pull out" he said slowly pulling out as you whimpered still sensitive from just cumming. A small trail of Leona's cum leaking from your cunt, "fuck that's hot" he whispered pulling some tissues out his pocket.

"Babe I'm gonna wipe the cum up just hold still" his voice sounding far as your head was still fuzzy. He cleaned you up and helped you get dressed before walking out of the ship to get you food and water.

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Once off the ship you where met with a flustered Jack, "um Leona do you think next time you can take your um private business to the bedroom" he muttered. Your face turned bright red at his words while leona couldn't care less and simply said sure and left with you hitting his arm.

#smut #twisted wonderland #anime #leona kingscholar #jack howl #twst ruggie #kinktober

[garaviel]

@arcann tagged me bc somehow they KNOW i need to finish my 2nd playthrough!

TRAITS

Your “canon” trait combination? I did Mystical and Keen Eye on my first playthrough and i honestly really liked it. Combining a more “practical” trait like Keen Eye and a more ‘emotion” based trait like Mystical really balanced the interactions between the characters and environment for me in a way that didnt make one or the other seem useless

What 3rd trait would you add for hardcore mode? After genuinely thinking about it probably Talk to Animals. I have no clue how useless or not it would be in Hardcore Mode but i love all those critters and any extra info is good info, right? 2nd choice may be Street Smart for obvious reasons and a more practical application!

What trait are you least drawn to? Hot. I have heard it can open up more but it kinda seems like it could be a free pass for MC to be the Worst while still being buddies with people just bc they’re attractive and idk how i feel about that. I also don’t really flirt too much even on romance routes. I’m sure the writing would still be incredible tho as nothing has felt like a let down yet!

Coolest trait? I just started a Streetsmart + Talk to Animals combo and i really like Streetsmart so far. Seems like the one I might choose if you only got one option instead of 2! Will have to finish the playthrough to confirm my thoughts tho bc i surprisingly miss Mystical, at least in trying to outstubborn Sybil (even if it doesnt work)!

ROMANCE

Who are you romancing? I have my first MC who i guess is closest to my “canon” playthrough branching off with different saves bc i am unsure if staying single or romancing Reese or Kaneeka is more in line with the personality im developing for her. Kaneeka is a fellow goth so of course i love her and my MC is punk as hell so theres some crossover there, but also horror movies and weird fucked up body horror art is always fun as hell so theres my boy Reese. But honestly the friendships have been fulfilling enough that i wouldnt need MC to romance anyone i guess.

What romance are you least interested in? Waynes is probably 50 shades of fucked up and i dont personally want to give it a shot but i might for a really weird MC so strangely i might have to say Stella? Not that she isn’t the sweetest but i kind of like her with Tabitha potentially, even if its not a Canon Thing.

Who would you romance if every character was eligible? Still Reese, Kaneeka, and Avery. They all have good interactions with the MC and although the game isnt 100% done yet at this point im not sure other characters would have the same amount of friendship built up to where i would want to start a romance.

MISC

What character would hurt the most if something bad happened to them? Avery honestly. Theyre very mellow and friendly and one of my MCS faves and i would be pissed if i fucked up something and got them seriously hurt.

Would you stay in Scarlet Hollow once the week is over? Im not sure there will BE a Scarlet Hollow once the week is over. Either it will be wiped out by Supernatural Shenanigans or the strike will end the coal mine (as it probably should) and everyone will have to move anyway. Even if somehow the town is Fine my MC is probably going to die or something bc holy shit Mystical is feeling very foreboding.

Who would you vote for dog mayor? I think i will know for sure when i finish my Talk to Animals playthrough. I take this stuff very seriously after all.

Not tagging anyone bc i am unsure if anyone else has played it yet but YOU SHOULD.

#scarlet hollow

[3vocatio]

the thing abt one of the most <3 solomon scenes being copied word for word for diavolo is just so. it's not even insane or unbelievable to me it's just extremely irritating like these are genuinely such wonderful characters in a wonderful setting how are the devs messing up on the writing bit THIS bad.

idm the fan service because like... otome game & all that but also that doesn't mean that they can't have a compelling plot and good writing to go with it????? especially in events like clearly they keep trying to include every single character and it just. doesn't work. and there are just SO MANY events too like if you're playing for non-plot purposes it's still so goddamn annoying because let the players breathe 😭

idk i just wish the writing quality in the game would improve at the very least. like it's fine if it's 'cringe' or wtv at least come up with original and decent plots instead of just repeating the same things over and over again yk?

sorry about the rant i've just been really pissed about this lately in the game 😭

oh my GOSH raaz solomon is the last person the obm devs haven't messed up (+ the new side characters, specifically mephistopheles) and i'm so terrified of the obm devs ruining him like they did everyone else...

in this new steampunk event, the locked route is SPECIFICALLY being catered for whales. unlocking the chapters was easy to build up to, but now you need 15 keys off the bat to continue, and i feel like it's heavily reflective of how indifferent the devs are towards actually doing their own characters justice. everything is meant to serve their whales, bring in more revenue, and sit comfortably even when they know they're angering their own fanbase by rubbing salt in the wound (i.e. making satan self-aware of his cat obsession, solomon outwardly expressing discomfort for the erasure of his humanity from other characters).

the devs are growing to completely disregard their own story, slapping together some fanservice in the main story when most of their fanbase can't even reach that point. why not serve your veterans & those who financially support you with consistent & cathartic story arcs? why not balance everyone, everything?

so i share your frustrations: obey me has been spiraling down in quality for a long time. i think that the last time i've been satisfied with the story was during season 2, when the fandom wasn't as big, and people were invested in figuring out what'll happen next because everything was cleverly panning out to a huge event: the dagger scene with lucifer. people didn't know what to make of simeon's play, and i remember when people theorized that the play would parallel a huge event near the end of the season... and we were right! and so many people were genuinely happy with the story being able to keep their interest and keep them on their toes.

now, there is a severe lack of anything reminiscent of holding anyone's interest, even the veterans, even me. i would woefully log onto tumblr as season 4's lessons rolled around every week, and would share everyone else's disappointment when we gradually accepted the fact that the story was easy to predict given how lazy the devs had become. i want them to take their time so badly, to give us quality over quantity, but with solmare now becoming so big with their new cash cow, obey me, compared to their previous cliche otome games, i think they've allowed the success to get to them.

thoughts of “it's an awful game, i hope no one plays it” and “it's a nice game to play, i can't wait to share my thoughts” are two things that can coexist, albeit shaped into something more along the lines of “it's a horrendous game that i can bond over with friends” once you find yourself being sucked deeper into it.

i don't think i'll stop playing anytime soon, because as i told someone in the past, “[it has] flavor in all of its terrible, atrocious glory”. i'm able to use concepts & ideas that the story gives me and, in my eyes, i get to make it better. i get to share my thoughts with like-minded people like you, and everyone jumps on the inspiration bandwagon. people bond over the same failures that makes us frustrated, and that's one of the few reasons i have any semblance of gratitude for obey me.

#﹒❝ birdsong #raazberry #obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me spoilers #obey me rant #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Summary: After finding out about Nate and Leia, Nikki decides to get back at them.

Prompt: Character B guiding the speed of Character A’s hips as Character A grinds against them. (From @dumplingsjinson)

Verse: The New Age

August 10, 1995; 9:15 PM

“So I’m guessing you know about Nate and Leia…” Nikki started. She was so mad at them, especially Nate. How could he act so mistrustful about her and Trevor yet turn around and have an almost kiss with Leia? And Leia…she thought they were friends, yet she pulls this shit?

Not to mention Nate’s hypocritical bullshit; being all jealous about a tutoring session with Trevor, yet almost kissing Leia. The worst part was that he hid it. And acted like she paranoid for pointing out his distance.

But that wasn’t even the part that hurt the most. What hurt the most was that Gwen knew and didn’t once mention it. They hung out every goddamn day and she just lied to her face. All this time she thought that she and Gwen had a connection, but that wasn’t enough to get her to tell the truth. She was just done. Done with Leia. Done with Nate. And done with Gwen. Just done with being humiliated.

Jay nodded, “Yeah Leia told me. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry they did that to you. You didn’t deserve that.” Even though they weren’t close, he knew that Nikki deserved better. Nate may be his best friend, but he wrong for what he did.

A faint smile appeared on Nikki’s face when hearing that. “So I’m guessing you aren’t doing well either? Given that you were singing to Les Mis and looking like you’re about to cry.” Jay scoffed, wiping his tears. “No. I-I wasn’t crying. T-There w-was something in my eye.” That earned a chuckle from Nikki. “Oh, is that so?” She playfully punched Jay in the arm, making him laugh.

Jay chuckled, “No, I’m fine really. I’m just…hanging in there. I mean, Leia said that she wants to be with me but that she wants to be single for a bit. And that she and Nate are better as friends. They were on a picnic video chat and I…” His gulped when seeing the shock on Nikki’s face. “You didn’t know…”

Nikki sighed, “No, I didn’t. But thank you for being honest with me. At least someone was.” Her fist balled up in anger. So not only did Nate almost kiss Leia while they were still together, but they basically went on a date behind her back. Fuck them both.

Jay looked back at Nikki, “She doesn’t want me to wait around for her, but I don’t know how to move on. I mean, you’ve seen what happened with Serena.” Nikki nodded, “Yeah.” Just then, a thought came to her mind. Maybe Leia and Nate should get a taste of their own medicine. See how it feels to be humiliated.

Nikki pulled Jay in for a kiss, caressing his cheeks. Jay was taken back; aside from the person her family lived him and in the group, they weren’t super close. But he wanted the pain to stop. And Leia herself said that he shouldn’t have to wait for her. That he had a right to move on.

Jay moved on top as Nikki laid down on the bed. He got up to lock the door and went back on top to kiss her, taking off his shirt in the process. He began to drown himself into Nikki, trying to forget everything.

Nikki moaned as Jay left kisses down her neck. She sighed, feeling him tear off her pajama blouse and bra. This was so worth it. Leia and Nate would be pissed for starters. And the sex was a lot better. Jay seemed to really know what he was doing. She looked down to see that her pants and panties were off. When did he...

Jay grinned, "While you were screaming 'oh Jay, you're a God'." That made Nikki roll her eyes in response. Does he ever take a day off? Great, and now I'm quoting Gwen.

She pushed him to the side and went on top of him. The raven-haired girl went back to kissing Jay, unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. Nikki got off the bed and turned back to the slender man. “Where do you keep your condoms?”

Jay exhaled, “Third drawer.” Nikki nodded and grabbed it before went back on top. She put the condom on his member before letting him thrust into her. Jay kissed her sloppily, going back on top of Nikki. Nikki was guiding the speed of Jay’s hips as he was grinding against her.

Jay buried his head at the crook of his lover’s neck. This may have not been the best decision, but that would be decided in the morning. Right now, it was time to move on.

Nikki panted against him, her energy going down. Despite feeling completely empty, this wasn’t so bad. Jay was a lot more skilled than Nate and seemed to consider her pleasures.

The two broke apart, laying next to one another. Both tried to catch their breaths before looking back at one another. “Do you have any water?” Nikki asked, running a hand through her hair. Jay nodded, “Right on the stand.”

#that 90s show #t9s fanfiction #my fanfiction #jaynikki #jay x nikki #nikki x jay #fwb ship #my drabbles #my verse is canon #takes place right after the end of s2 e2 in my verse #cw: smut

[necronoia]

I don’t think of you often, and I imagine you never think of me. Though, I thought of you yesterday, while in a store with a friend. They tried on sunglasses you once had or wanted. Sometimes I consider “what if-“ and think about what it would be like to know you now.

That’s where this comes from: I hope you found a better place. I hope you and Bart found better lives. I hope you grew from that person that you were. I hope you flourished and that WA treats you well and the boy better than it treats you.

I don’t care to find your answer to this, and I don’t care to dredge up the past. I just wanted to see your artwork and reminisce on the friend I lost. There are so many things I sometimes think I’d tell you- and so many things I can no longer watch or listen to.

I wish we were still friends, and I hate the way things ended. I hope your support system is no longer your shitty ass mother and her shitty ass common law husband. I am so glad I didn’t know them during Covid and quarantine.

I am thankful you left. Things were bad in that apartment- totally not the worst thing ever, and certainly not abusive like your letter stated- we only had like two disagreements ever.

I wish you had been honest with me. I regret that you didn’t feel like you could just talk to me. I don’t regret throwing your things over your mothers wall. I regret not knowing for certain if your mother pissed in my closet- though I suspect she did.

I’ve gotten off track. It doesn’t matter. I was going to do this with less specifics, because I don’t care if you knew it was me. It’s not like you ever think about me or reached out. You didn’t and you’ll probably have anxiety attacks over this stupid message, anyway.

Long story short, sometimes I think about you, sometimes I don’t. I hope your life got better and I hope beanboy is happy.

i wasn't going to respond, but i just keep getting angrier and angrier at this message. i figure that's what you want out of me, to get upset. i've had one hell of a last couple days, so maybe had you hit me any other time i'd have just ignored you like i reasonably should. because this is what you want right? a reaction? whether you're willing to admit it to yourself or not. you can say "i don't care" as many times as you want. why else would you have gone through all the trouble of finding me, scrolling through my blog for at least 9 pages (bc i haven't mentioned where i'm living anywhere else except in a post 9 pages deep), and then typing this out?

even if you didn't send this with that intent, because you don't want to "dredge up the past", you're showing me you haven't fucking grown at all.

i left the way i did because i was scared of you. you treated me like fucking garbage every single day. you constantly called me stupid despite me asking you not to, repeatedly, and told me it was fine because you were "just joking". i'm "ridiculous" as you'd often say.

i did practically everything in that apartment, i cooked i cleaned i took care of the cats, etc, and i would've been okay with that to a reasonable extent if you could've just been fucking NICE to me! or grateful in any way! instead of constantly fucking lashing out at me, often times literally for doing exactly what you told me to (because you constantly ordered me around). i couldn't say no to anything you asked because you'd passive aggressively huff and get frustrated and say "it's fine, whatever" in a way that made it clear it was NOT fine, in a way that was meant to make me feel like shit and feel scared until i complied. because i was easy as hell to manipulate like that.

i picked up your gross ass dirty laundry that you'd leave strewn about the house. i cleaned up the trash you'd stuff into random nooks and crannies in the living room. when you couldn't be assed to dig through the laundry pile that was your bedroom for work clothes, you'd "ask" me to do it for you. and i would, despite my disgust, because the alternative was you being passive aggressive and making me feel like fucking garbage for having any kind of boundaries. i remember distinctly, how upset you were that you had to do your own laundry because my mom wouldn't let me bring your clothes to her house to wash when i did mine (which, is fucking reasonable! i am not your goddamn maid!), and i refused to do it for you at the apartment laundromat too.

do you remember yelling at me for not cutting your food how you wanted? and making me go back to the kitchen to do it again? despite the fact you're a GROWN FUCKING ADULT and could've cut your own fucking food? (or at least just ASKED NICELY????) do you remember screaming at me because i didn't want to go to a fucking birthday party? because literally all i said was "do we have to?" huh? i sure do! i sure do have recurring stress dreams about it and every other time you lashed out at me! about pretending to be asleep when you got home so you wouldn't start ordering me around! of being terrified every time something went wrong! i still panic now, with the people in my life who don't behave that way, when something goes wrong like a car issue or an item going missing! because living with you meant getting lashed out at every time something like that happened! it has done lasting fucking damage to my psyche, on top of the damage that was already there!

you say you wish i could've been honest with you. but the thing is, I WAS. MULTIPLE TIMES. multiple times i told you the way you treated me made me feel like shit, one time i even broke down crying and we had a whole talk about it. you told me you'd work on it. BUT NOTHING CHANGED. except, you decided that the way I felt made YOU feel like a monster, that you had to walk on eggshells around me - because i was SCARED OF YOU and the fact you were CONSTANTLY LASHING OUT AT ME while simultaneously ordering me around like some sort of maid/bulter/punching bag/emotional support animal.

you would WAKE ME UP FROM SLEEP to find items you lost, and then fucking lash out at me when i didn't APPEAR to be looking hard enough, or looked somewhere you already did (which i couldn't possibly have fucking known, and if i'd asked you'd ALSO snap at me). like, i get that that's a specific trigger for you, but that's NO EXCUSE for how you treated me. every time you lost something i would shut down, my heart would be pounding in fear as i desperately tried to make it look like i was searching "hard enough" or made myself look busy enough that you wouldn't yell at me. it didn't matter though. you'd find some way to take out your anxieties on me anyway.

i'm an amicable person, i try to be helpful. i would've been fine with having to help you do things, with taking care of the majority of housework (within reason), i could've dealt with it just fine if you had literally just treated me nicely.

and no, my mom didn't piss in your closet, i can tell you that for sure. that's a pretty wild conclusion to come to. it was probably the cats, because their litter box didn't get cleaned enough because i was so overwhelmed all the fucking time that i didn't clean it enough, and you never did. no idea if that changed when i left.

"it's not like you ever think about me or reached out" lol grow up with this passive aggressive bullshit. last thing i heard from you was you throwing a box of shit over the wall of my parents' place, most of which wasn't even mine, and included a poster you literally tore off the wall and an angry note about wasting the last 7 years.

so read everything i've written above again start to finish and tell me why i should've kept someone who treated me like that in my life. someone who took me for granted and took their emotions out on me and ignored my requests for better treatment SO HARD that they think i didn't even try to communicate them.

never contact me again.

#i may delete this later #sorry to anyone unrelated who reads this

[dai-nana-han-agenda]

One thing I don't like about SNS fans is that some of them feel the need to drag Sakura through the mud in every one of their posts. Calling her a gay beard, saying she is nothing more than a device to convey Naruto’s feelings, calling her catty and jealous of Naruto because Sasuke likes him more than her, etc...

Like, Sakura deserves criticism just like everyone else does, but there's a fine line between criticism and just making shit up like saying Sakura was willing to give Naruto over to the Akatsuki just because of that line where she said getting closer to the Akatsuki would get them closer to Sasuke. Yes, before you ask, I have seen every single one of these claims in SNS posts before.

Like, I'm not the biggest fan of her, but I honestly just feel bad at this point. I know you're a big fan of her so what do you think?

omg anon, I just got war flashbacks to 2014 send help HFKDHKSHSKS.

I honestly did not expect my answer to be as long as it is (that’s on me, I should’ve known that I’d be incapable of shutting up) so I’m putting the rest of the response under the cut!

I feel the need to clarify to anyone that reads this: I am also a SNS fan so please don’t come for me!! I know there are plenty of SNS fans that are also Sakura stans (or at the very least, don’t have any strong opinions abt her character, which I’ll always take over the overly-negative ones) but there is definitely no denying that there’s a small percentage of that fandom who actively hate Sakura for things that are literally out of her control.

You basically summed up how I feel about the whole thing. I think there are legitimate reasons to dislike Sakura as a character, but once people start twisting the narrative - that’s when I get defensive. It’s been proven time and time again that Sakura has nothing but love for both Naruto and Sasuke (once again, I am asking the fandom to stop holding her hostage for shit she said in the very beginning of the manga!!) so this argument that Sakura would be catty / jealous / homophobic because of SNS’s bond literally makes no sense to me.

(Like, seriously. If y’all have CANON evidence, please feel free to let me know and we can discuss it! But most of the time, it’s just people deliberately twisting canon to fit their own personal agenda.)

In terms of the jealousy aspect, I personally don’t mind the characterization that Sakura would be jealous on like, a human level. I understand that. When the people you’re close with enter romantic relationships - especially in this case, when it’s literally her teammates - I think there’s a very natural sense of loss and envy that comes with that. Even in a platonic sense, when you feel that two of your friends have a stronger bond, or that they can connect on a level you will never understand, I think it’s very natural to feel jealous or left out. However, in my opinion, that jealousy would never turn into resentment or bitterness. Sakura has always valued the happiness of team, so at the end of the day, I genuinely think she would be supportive and it pisses me off when SNS fics paint her as this jaded ex / the villain of their ship. Like, y’all are going out of your way to make her the bad guy, and for what? 

It’s funny, I’ve actually read SNS fics where authors are actively aware that Sakura wouldn’t be bitchy, but write her as a bitchy character anyway because they need a villain for their story. Like... maybe you should take a step back and examine why you feel the need to make her purposefully homophobic. 

As for the jokes about her being a beard for Sasuke - well. When done without any real malice, I think they can be funny. But as a casual SS fan, I do think they get old really fucking quickly. Sakura literally has no agency & it baffles my mind when people blame her for ending up with Sasuke (I’m not even pulling this out of my ass - I’ve literally seen these takes.) Like, take it up to Kishimoto!! Leave her alone!! It’s so funny to me when people come up with these wild conspiracy theories as to how Sakura “tricked” Sasuke into marrying & having a child with her as if these aren’t characters with no real agency at the mercy of a heteronormative author. I totally understand if y’all disagree with SS - I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but I also take issue with how their canon relationship played out - but people who hate Sakura for ending up with Sasuke as if she had any real control over the matter... It honestly makes me laugh. It’s genuinely funny. Like damn, a fictional character who isn’t even the villain of the show really gets your blood boiling that badly - it’s very girlboss of her!

Also, I just need to throw this in here because it’s come up on my TL a few times and I want to vent: I honestly cannot fucking stand Boruto, none of that shit is canon to me, but SNS stans who deliberately make hateful jokes about how Sasuke purposefully abandoned Sakura and Sarada because he doesn’t actually love them... Like, that’s not the slay you think it is. Y’all are making fun of Sakura for having to be a single mother, but I think there’s something super fucking tragic about the fact that Sasuke, who has so much love for his family and his clan, basically abandons Sarada in her early childhood. I know he has his reasons, but in my opinion, it does a great disservice to his character. Idk, the Sasuke I know would never, but Kishimoto simply does not understand him like I do. Idk, I don’t watch Boruto, so I can’t really give a fully formed opinion about this, but this has been sitting on my mind for the past few days and I wanted to put it out there.

All this to say, I can’t control how anyone thinks. I’m waaaaay past the point where I feel the need to fight with anyone whose opinions I disagree with - the block & mute buttons are my friends and I use them often. As long as no one comes into my space and starts talking shit, especially since y’all KNOW Sakura is my ride or die, then I’m just living my best life.

#thank u for the ask!!! #i can literally talk abt naruto all day like how the fuck did this answer get so long lmfao #anyways - i feel the need to clarify that i love the sns fandom #every fandom has that ugly negative side - that’s why you just mute certain words & block people that deserve it ♥️ #i just wish antis would disappear like #it’s mf 2022. the anime has been over since 2017. how are y’all still starting shit 😭 #truly baffling to me that i still see the same arguments that i saw back in 20fucking14 #like it’s been 8 years and y’all still don’t have critical thinking skills? lmao #pro sakura haruno #ask #text post

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 23

I swear to god I had no idea today was Dean's birthday when I was making the HNT schedule. But here we are at the end of season 1.

(I also messed up yesterday's episode title, but at least it's fixed now)

"Devil's Trap"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Doesn't really apply here. It's not a normal first five minutes of a supernatural episode.

I...can't believe Carry On Wayward Son doesn't play at the beginning of this episode. It's such a staple of Supernatural season finales that it feels SO WRONG to not have it.

Awww! Bobby's first appearance!!

I was right about Meg being flirty in this episode, though.

Eldest sons with and incredible amount of anger threatening obscene amounts of violence my apparent beloveds. I'm fine. I'm super normal. Hearing Dean say he'll march into hell itself and slaughter every single demon if it turns out John's dead is not something I'm into.

I don't know how I feel, though, about Dean being okay about potentially killing the real Meg. Yeah, you've gotta live with that now, buddy.

I need to know what happened that Bobby tried to shoot John last time they saw each other. Will we likely find out later? That's probably a fifty-fifty shot.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck. I hate knowing how this all ends. I hate knowing that despite both John and Sam being willing to throw their lives away to kill this demon, eventually it's gonna have to be Sam who buries Dean way too early.

Did you have to pull the fire alarm without any kind of layer between your hand and it, Sam??

Dean wanting to be a firefighter when he grew up is so sad. And the only thing making it sadder is that Sam didn't know. Dean's only had this life since not long after Sam was born while Sam was able to go after his own dreams.

Does holy water not work on really high ranking demons? Or is that really John?

Wait. Can...can demons possess more than one person at once?

YOU BROUGHT THE COLT?? DEAN. wtf. I know it saved Sam's life, but...

Oh. Oh no. I hate this part. I hate when Dean realizes that that couldn't be John because John wouldn't be proud of him. John would be pissed off that he wasted one of the very few magical bullets for THE Colt. (I have had to pause the episode because it hurts too much, and I don't wanna cry about Dean on his birthday. I'm gonna, though) Like not only can he not believe his dad would ever be proud of him, he's proven RIGHT. It's everything he's ever wanted to hear, but he knows it's not real.

I'm so not okay. Making Sam choose who to believe: the brother who's always looked out for him but who is now pointing a gun at their dad OR their dad who definitely is might be possessed by the demon that killed Mary and Jess but is also being held at gunpoint. And there's no winning here.

I was right about the holy water.

Use the force, Sammy.

DEAN'S BLEEDING OUT AND ALL HE CAN THINK IS THAT SAM NEEDS TO CHECK ON JOHN. I really can't with this family sometimes. The angst is so strong. John ordering Sam to shoot him for REAL (not just in the leg) while Dean begs him not to.

Holy shit...is this really how they're gonna end season one? All three Winchesters CRITICALLY INJURED IF NOT DEAD (you know, if I didn't know there were 14 more seasons) after the yellow eyed demon possesses some poor truck driver and rams his semi into the impala?! Legitimately don't think I've ever been so happy to only have to wait one day to get to the next season of a show.

"Been On My Mind...": (Making a prediction before Carry On Wayward Son even starts playing that there will be no room for that, but Meg might be flirty while threatening the boys. That's the closest we'll get) I was right.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023 #sometimes spn is actually good and makes me cry

[keepyourlife]

The fuck, that sucks! I mean at least you found out that he is a weak asshole rather in the beginning of your relationship. But it's probably still difficult, especially how happy and in love you were. You deserve so much better!

I hope it's getting better, so much bad things happening to you in such a short time. If we can help you let us know.

All the best from Spain!

bestie this is a whole essay, i put it under a read more.

to be fair, we were together for three months and a half. he broke up right the weekend he was supposed to meet my mother. the fucking funniest part?? i noticed something was off the saturday before that. sunday he was being weird, too, but well, i was good enough for sex that night. then he pretty much ghosts me every day and replies like once, twice a day. on wednesday he comes over, we have a seemingly nice evening. and on friday he's like "hey this isn't working out". his reasoning for everything was weak, and he pretty much told me that the things i am dealing with were too much for him & i should've just.. not mentioned them. like, when i had tonsillitis, i was in massive pain cause it was a strep infection. i had a 40 degree fever, every time i just swallowed, i had to mentally prepare for the pain. i had to fly across the atlantic feeling like that. i land in hamburg, we go to sleep (i was sick, i was in pain, doesn't care, but i was able to have sex with him, so whatever i guess) next day we went to a doctor, i apologised to him in the car about the day not being the way we imagined. his reply: "yea, it's not. but whatever." hmh. two days later he sends me paragraph on how he has this positive mindset, while i'm negative all the time. literally half the time we were together at that point i was sick BECAUSE OF AN IMMUNE DEFICIENCY. man's didn't care about that. i wasn't "positive" and super happy all the time. because he is. 24/7. every single day of the year. his exact words.

also, apparently i am not the person he wants to spend his life with. note, we're 21/22.

i mean, yes. i was very in love, i was very happy about being in love for the first time in years. i obviously trusted him, i told him things i haven't even told my closest friends and the only thing he did when i said those things was be silent and then change the topic.

so, yea, i do deserve better. i especially deserve someone who doesn't blame me for the bad things from my past & goes on and expects me to act like we broke up on good terms, everything's fine and a-okay. and then is pissed when i'm visibly hurt.

idk how anyone can help rn. i'm trying my best to forget about him. i'm visiting my family in the south soon, maybe that helps a bit.

#sorry for the rant #anonymous #answered

[damiano-mylove]

How you met them and what dating the members of Måneskin would be like

GN!reader, slight NSFW for Damiano *Masterlist*

Vic

You'd definitely meet Vic at the grocery store

She goes grocery shopping every Saturday at 10 am, and you don't know that because you're creepy, you know that because you do as well (being an adult and such)

Over time, you'd both start to notice seeing each other at the same times and places

Vic would eventually come over, after having traded more than a dozen looks with you

At first, she would give you a random complement (that made your heart soar for reasons unbeknownst to you at the time), and you would immediately compliment her back because there are so many things to complement about the unknown girl at the shops

Those random complements would soon turn into full blown conversations that you both looked forward to, every Saturday at 10 am

Conversations turned into doing your grocery shopping together

Vic would ask you to lunch after one of your grocery shopping adventures, which you gladly accepted given the beautiful woman had stolen your heart at first glance

Lunch would go absolutely swimmingly, and it became the new thing

Your relationship with Vic would evolve from doing your grocery shopping together, then having lunch, to basically spending every Saturday together, then seeing each other other days of the week

One night, having drinks at Vic's place, just the two of you, Vic would join your lips together in a sweet harmony that felt all too right

You brushed off the night as drunken kissing

But she held you hand at lunch that following Saturday, and asked to kiss you before you parted ways

The conversation was bound to happen, and it did. After that, you and Vic were officially an item

She introduced you to her friends, and you did the same - your group loving Vic, and her's loving you

Dating Vic would be full of gentle love bites on your tender neck, fruity red wine, painting your nails matching colours, and late nights

On those late nights, Vic would hold you close, a film playing softly in the back, while her attention laid on you

You, her person, her rock. You made Vic's heart go ablaze and she wouldn't trade you for the world

Nor would you for her

Thomas

Thomas gives off strong Boy-Next-Door vibes

One day, your interest was sparked by moving vans outside your window - someone was moving into the flat above you

It was a very loud day (furniture scraping the floors, heavy boxes being dropped, many feet with much too heavy footsteps) but you were baking

You had a function to attend to the following day, so your day was already planned as a day for baking your famous biscuits that literally everyone loved

Ingredients may have a price tag, but kindness does not. Once all the noise subsided, you brought a plate of cookies up to your new neighbour (hoping to at least buy their friendship so they wouldn't annoy you constantly)

When Thomas opened the door, your stomach immediately turned to static

He looked a little tired, no doubt from freshly moving in, but his beauty was still breathtaking

Thomas smiled at you sweetly and thanked you profusely for the biscuits - he told you about how his grandmother made the same type and he loved them

The next day, right after you'd come back from your function, Thomas brought you back the plate with a bashful smile - 'The biscuits were divine, better than grandmama's'

You giggled at his statement, then invited him in for tea and to finish off the biscuits that were "left over" (you'd actually saved them for yourself, but there was no one else you'd rather share them with)

Happily for the both of you, Thomas accepted the invitation, and he stayed in your flat, drinking tea with you and eating biscuits, till the wee hours of the next day

You and Thomas shared smiles from your balconies and the street below, but when you'd be walking the stairs together, it always turned into an invitation for a drink, or to watch a game, or just a chat

About a month and a half of friendship, Thomas asked you to the cinema

You gladly went with him

In the middle of the film, your hands bumped together, both reaching for the popcorn on your lap - resulting in heated faces and looking away

Thomas walked you back to your flat that night, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and legs made of jelly

That next day, Thomas asked you to dinner

'Is this a date or just a hang out?'

'It can be whatever you'd like.'

To no one's surprise, you chose the former option

You never officially confirmed your dating status, but you'd figure Thomas introducing you to his family as his partner was confirmation enough

Dating Thomas would include him singing you mellow songs in the evenings, longing glances shared across rooms, lots of tea at all hours of the day, and extremely stupid jokes that turned sickeningly sweet

Those jokes would occupy your mind for days on end, cherishing every single joke shared

Ethan

As cliche as it sounds, you'd meet in a bar

There was a game on between Lazio and Milan - and you both were dragged there by your friends

People clamored around the bar and television screens, screaming and yelling, and everyone decked out in jerseys (the Lazio jerseys outnumbered the Milan jerseys 3:1)

Funnily enough, you met Ethan in the corridor for the toilets

'With a line this long, I might as well piss outside'

For a first impression, Ethan really did make an impression. One that made you laugh and his cheeks tint red at the knowledge that someone heard him say that

It sparked a conversation while you both waited in the long lines

You discovered that neither of you held too much of a love of football, which absolutely tickled you that someone was in the same boat as you

Ethan waited outside the washroom for you, then suggested you both go outside for a smoke

With a drunken smile (the only way to get through a football match is to drink, lets be real), you agreed and told the friends you came with where you'd be disappearing to

Outside, you and Ethan shared three fags each and lots of laughter and conversation

Surprisingly to Ethan's friends, when everyone came pouring out of the bar after the game finished, Ethan had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss

While being the most shy member of the band, Ethan reacted the most prominently to liquid courage, which you were more than okay with

You traded information, and the next day, you woke up to a sweet text from Ethan, asking you to a cafe to get to know each other in a sober environment

No complaints, you went

Ethan was just as funny as he was last night, and neither of you stopped smiling the entire time you were together

You saw each other quite often after that; sharing the occasional kiss, but full of laughter and stupid faces in silent moments

Eventually, you got brave and asked for Ethan to be your boyfriend

His face and ears went bright red, and he immediately looked to his slender fingers, chuckling nervously - but he happily agreed

Dating Ethan would include a hell of a lot of cuddles, lots of reassurance, few kisses but very meaningful kisses, and more laughter than you've ever shared with anyone else

Ethan will make you one of the happiest people on Earth, and in exchange, he is the happiest, just to have you in his arms in the mornings (even if you drool on him in your sleep)

Damiano

Without a doubt, you'd meet Damiano at a bar

There wouldn't be a game one, it was just a Friday night, and you felt like cutting loose with your idiot friends, whom you very much loved

Damiano would spot you immediately

You, of course, had already spotted him, but your friends were drooling over him, and every single person in the bar was as well, so you just put him out of your mind

That is, until he swaggered right up to you while you were grabbing drinks for your friends who were all on the dance floor

His expensive scent intoxicated you better than any booze behind the bar, making your skin tingle immediately. Damiano radiated heat, but that could've just been how warm it was in the bar from all the people

As the bartender was mixing your drinks, Damiano asked you your name

'A beautiful name for a beautiful person'

You thought he was just looking for a one-night stand, which you were actually quite down for

However, the night was still young, and you still had drinks to deliver to your friends, so you thanked him for the compliment and sauntered off to your friends with the drinks in hand

They called you a myriad of names for you basically turning Damiano down to do what? To dance with people you'd known for years?

Fortunately, walking off hadn't deterred Damiano

His eyes were on you for the entire night, until you built enough nerve to approach him

It didn't take too long for him to offer to bring you back to his place - you didn't need more than a second to accept

That night didn't lead to sex, however. Damiano thought you to be drunk to give him any meaningful consent, so he just left you to sleep in his bed, while he took the couch

When you woke up, you wrote your number with the lipstick in your purse on his bathroom mirror, and you left without a sound to wake him up

He called you that same day and invited you to the bar again

The entire weekend was spent going to the bar, sleeping either with or at Damiano's, which suited you just fine

Unfortunately, you had an actual job that required you to go to work, so when he invited you out on Sunday, you had to decline, then again on Monday

Tuesday, however, you invited him to your place for a couple drinks and you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch

Damiano woke up with you for your job and stayed with you as you got ready that morning, smiling at you through the mirror of your bathroom

Soon enough, your nightly encounters turned into real dates that changed location and theme constantly

Damiano was spontaneous and you loved it

He'd call you the cutest pet names under the sun, and bring you everywhere you were willing to go with him

Damiano never called you his partner; you were his lover

When you'd be alone, he always referred to you as 'Y/n, the light of my life, the only flower in my field, the cream in my jeans'

Made you blush like mad, but that was Damiano's favourite part

Dating Damiano would include doing each other's eyeliner, lots of PDA, reading side by side on the couch with a record playing softly, never falling asleep alone

Sleeping beside Damiano was like sleeping next to a furnace, so blankets were never needed, but cuddling was required

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[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

Pairing: Sero/F!Reader

Summary: When you find your dating making out with someone else at a Halloween party, Hanta swoops in and reclaims your evening, rekindling an old flame.

Contains: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Demisexual Reader, Astronomy/Greek Lore Nerd Sero, Old flame

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Demi Problems, Praise/Smidge of Degradation, Name-calling (slut & whore), Pet names (Love, good girl, pretty girl), Car Sex, F Masturbation, Oral M Receiving (Road Head) I think that's everything

A/N: This took me much longer than I expected. It's also my first time writing Sero. Given the season, I decided to add a touch of Halloween and costumes to this one.

If you'd like to read other's in the Stood Up series, here are the links:

Stood Up - Bakugo - WC 3,502

Stood Up - Kirishima - WC 3,612

Stood Up - Kaminari - WC 2,461

Word Count Starting Below: 3,494

Denki Kaminari's annual Halloween bash was in full swing by the time Hanta had arrived. He'd come straight from patrol, wrapping himself up in his own tape making a half assed mummy costume for himself. Not like anyone would notice with the flashing colored lights, loud music, and abundance of liquor.

However, Hanta didn't even make it up to the double glass front doors of Denki's home. Not before doing a double take at the very familiar pirate that ran by him.

"Y/N?" You stopped allowing him the chance to catch up to you, "Holy shit, it is you, when the hell did you get back?"

Three years you'd been gone, working in America. Time differences and busy schedules made it so the two of you barely kept in touch. It was a shame, Hanta thought, considering how close the two of you used to be.

"I- uh- just a few weeks now. I heard you were helping out with the disaster relief after that storm."

It had to be his eyes playing tricks on him, the funny colors of the dancing lights were what made your cheeks look wet, right? Those couldn't have been tears.

"I was, yeah, but I got back yesterday. I didn't know-"

"Get the hell outta here!" His head snapped back towards the front of the house, just in time to see Eijiro, dressed in an impressive werewolf costume, literally throw someone out of the party. The guy drunkenly stumbled off, Eijiro walking over towards where Hanta was standing with you. "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded while Hanta tried to piece together what'd happened. "Sorry, it took me a second to find the bastard. Do ya wanna come back in? I'll make sure he leaves."

"No, Eijiro, thanks though. I'm just gonna head home."

The wolfman frowned but understood. "We'll have a smaller party for ya! Just the gang as a welcome home! You know Denki will look for any excuse to throw a party." He turned his gaze on Hanta. "A mummy, really?"

"You've been a damn werewolf for the last two years! You don't get to give me crap."

Eijiro poked the fuzzy pointed red ears carefully set into his spiky hair. "Mina and I worked real hard on this costume... seemed like a waste to only wear it once."

"We both know you haven't just worn those once, big man."

That got a chuckle out of you while all Eijiro could do was shrug and try to hide a shit-eating grin.

He asked you again if you'd like to stay and once more you said you were going to just head home. It was when you specifically said you were going to be walking home that Hanta spoke up offering to drive you back to your home since it was Halloween and people were creeps.

You were a damn pro hero but he still didn't feel right about just letting you walk home alone.

When you agreed he told Eijiro he'd be back soon and walked over with you to his car.

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A part of you missed the old station wagon Hanta used to drive, not that this BMW he now drove wasn't absolutely amazing, you just sort of missed the comfort of the old car.

He waited until he'd reached the end of Denki's long, winding driveway to finally speak. "So, you wanna tell me what happened back there, or am I just supposed to pretend like Kiri didn't kick someone out on your behalf?"

"You could probably just ask Kiri and he'd tell you."

"I could, but, I'd like to hear it from you."

You knew you could tell him, there was nothing you couldn't tell Hanta. There was once a time when the man knew every single detail about your life. Sure, time and distance had put a strain on that relationship but you were back now. There was no reason why you couldn't at least start rebuilding what you and Hanta once had.

"Y/N, if you don't wanna say anything-"

"I was just casually seeing this guy. You know me and dating, how we don't always work out." You said abruptly and he quit talking, "And so, we weren't like official but we said we'd go to this party together. Well, I got here and went looking for him and found him making out with one of Hawks' sidekicks. I got a little upset when he noticed me and, well, he just said he found someone better."

Hanta actually stopped the car, pulled off to the side of the road, threw it in park, and looked right at you because he knew what found someone better meant exactly. You'd used those words in high school when that guy from Shiketsu that you'd been seeing got pissed off that you wouldn't put out and ended it with you. You went to his dorm crying because he 'found someone better', is what you told him. It took him a few hours to get the truth out of you.

You'd always been the kind of person to love with your entire heart but sexually, you'd confessed that you felt different from all the other kids your age back then. Not having the same urges and desires that everyone else seemed stricken with.

"Hanta, it's fine, really. Kiri heard the whole thing and, well, you saw what happened."

"Doesn't make it right! So, you went on a couple dates with a guy, that doesn't mean he just gets to expect you to put out for him! Even if you weren't demi, no one gets to just assume they deserve sex."

His lips were pressed in a narrow line, nostrils flared once in annoyance. He was usually so calm and laid back that you thought it rather cute when he got overprotective. "It's alright, Hants, really."

He still gave you a look that said he disagreed but then shook his head, dropping the subject for now at least.

"Still like those late-night drives?"

"I love them."

"Good."

Hanta waited for a car to pass and whipped the car in the other direction.

It wasn't long before he had the windows rolled down, conversations filling in the blanks of lost time, in between belting out choruses of your favorite songs. Minutes slipped by the further he drove, you lost track of both time and kilometers, letting him tell you all about the ridiculous antics the group had been up to.

Eventually, you caught the scent of salty air and even in the dark, you had a pretty good idea where Hanta was going. He followed a winding road, making two left turns and then a right leaving you on a stretch of road that paralleled the ocean.

You let your head fall against the seat, eyes falling shut and inhaling that wonderful smell you missed so much. Hanta had just one hand lazily on the wheel, his elbow resting out the open window, a relaxed smile was illuminated in soft orange lights off his dash.

You let your head roll onto his shoulder, not as easily done without the bench seat in his station wagon but it worked nonetheless. "Thanks."

His free hand came to rest on your knee, "Anytime."

He turned the wheel, pulling over and parking in front of a small beach access that you guys had found at 3 in the morning five years prior. Hanta kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the car to avoid them being sand-filled and you did the same with the knee-high boots purely because you longed to feel the sand between your toes.

The wooden planks were worn, parts buried beneath the sand until eventually, none remained. Breaking waves flooded your ears and you made a run for them! Before you could reach the lapping water though, tape had wound around your middle and yanked you backward.

"Not happening!" Hanta said firmly. "Last time I let you talk me into late-night swimming we didn't have a change of clothes either and we both got so sick! I think I might have actually died without Bakugo's soup!"

You chuckled, remembering being nineteen and curled up with Hanta on the sofa in the living room of the apartment you all shared for nearly a week. The sniffles didn't cease for almost three weeks.

"Okay, okay, no swimming." You flopped back down into the sand, his tape still attached meaning the cellophane hero was pulled down with you. "Tell me about the stars then, Hants. Who's out tonight?"

Astronomy was a hobby of Hanta's you learned about after moving into the dorms your first year. It wasn't uncommon to find him out on the roof most nights, laying on his back and looking up into the clear night sky littered with twinkling stars, usually with a joint pressed between his lips. It became almost a habit for him to grab you on his way up, pulling you along because you were more than happy listening to him tell you about each constellation and the stories behind them.

It was around this time of year, in your final year of high school; somewhere between him recalling the greek mythos of Aries and Sagittarius that you noticed your heart beating a little faster. You realized something had shifted between the two of you, and, holy shit, was this what it felt like to have a crush! When the hell did that happen?

You'd entrusted everything to Hanta back then, and now, laying in the sand shoulder to shoulder while he talked about Draco, that familiar feeling stirred again. You remembered what it was supposed to be like when you weren't forcing it for some random guy. How simple it was supposed to be.

You inclined on an elbow and he stopped mid-sentence. "Eh, everything alright?" You nodded but he looked anything but convinced, mirroring your position and asking you again.

It was easy for you to lean forward, to brush your lips against his for the first time in three years. And, when you pulled away, he looked about as shocked as he had the night you'd done it when you were eighteen.

"You- you still like me?"

When you left for America, you'd both agreed to put a pause on your sort of relationship. Free to date and screw whomever you pleased because three years was a long time and it just seemed like a fair decision to make. The realization that he might now have someone else special in his life dawned on you...

"Yeah but I totally understand if things are different now and I shoulda asked- oof!"

He kissed you so hard you toppled back into the sand, quick pecks, one right after another, ending them with a long one that nearly left you breathless.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. I didn't want to make you feel awkward about things or make you think I expected something. I thought that maybe since we didn't talk for a while your feelings might have changed."

"I can say with confidence they haven't."

"Thank fuck." He groaned and captured your lips in another searing kiss.

It was easy to lift his shirt off, the shreds of tape that remained were now covered with gritty sand that clung to your fingers as you traced the chest and torso you knew so well. Gliding over defined muscles, lingering on old scars and mapping out new ones he'd collected in your time apart.

His own hands were busy flicking open the brass fastenings of your corset, huffing about it being so much more difficult to get to your chest and something about it being very unfair.

By the time he'd undone the last one, bright headlights shown across the beach. "Shit."

Giggling ensued from the walkway and you both sighed, at least it wasn't the police or a hero patrol. Hanta gathered his shirt and ran back to his car with his hand in yours.

"I thought our days of being caught were over."

"At least it wasn't Mr. Aizawa this time."

A chill ran down your spine remembering the night and the lecture you'd received when your teacher had caught Hanta sneaking out of your room early one morning.

"So, uh, do you still plan on going to Denki's party?" You asked innocently enough but Hanta knew you far too well.

"I think I'm gonna miss it this year." His hand found a home on your upper thigh. "Apparently, you and I have a lot of catching up to do. Lost time to make up for and all that."

"Too bad you don't have that old station wagon anymore. If you did, we wouldn't have to wait to get back."

Dark eyes glanced over at you not so subtly parting your legs.

"I dunno. It's not too often I travel in the backseat of my own car but I've been told it's pretty roomy. Lots of legroom."

Your hand ran over your legs, dipping down to lightly brush your more sensitive parts, thankful you opted for the thin pair of black leggings rather than the dark skinny jeans. Your fingers danced again and this time you let a soft moan pass your lips. "Eyes on the road, Hants."

"That's a little hard to do when I've got you spread out in the passenger's seat." He grabbed your free hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. "You've got me distracted, filthy little woman."

You appreciated him testing the waters, a subtle way of checking if you liked those nicknames he used only in private with you, giving you a chance to protest if your likes had changed. They were one's that only felt right coming from him and you were eager to hear more.

Forgoing your own high, you leaned over the center console as best you could, undoing his belt first, followed quickly by his zipper letting his strained cock be free.

His grip tightened on your leg when you kissed the tip of him. "Just like old times, huh?"

A chuckle turned quickly into a moan, taking him in your mouth, pushing yourself further on his cock, fighting your gag reflex to get him down your throat. Hanta reclined his seat further, giving you more room to work with.

Your legs clenched tighter with every groan you pulled from him, wiggling your hips in the seat, letting a hand fall back between your own legs. There was an attempt of a moan around his cock when his fingers coiled in your hair. "Such a good slut. Keep fuckin' goin'." He let you continue at your own speed, needing to focus as best he could on the road rather than what you were doing but, damn, you were making that increasingly difficult.

He wasn't stopping you though. He rarely did. You'd sucked him off on countless drives before and only stopped when- "That's it." He lifted you off him by your hair at the same time he pulled off the road. There was a convenient turn-off, hidden by overgrown brush you noticed before he shut off the headlights.

Hanta took you by the chin, smearing drool. "Backseat, pretty girl." He reached into the glove box and pulled out a foil wrapper, "What do you say we test out that legroom?"

He wait to watch your smile grow wide before crawling into the back because he had to be the first to go if this had any chance of working. Once situated, pants under his thighs, he patted his lap for you to climb over.

You slid easily onto his lap, hands traveling up and over his shoulders, kissing hard while you rocked your hips against impossibly hard length.

There was so much comfort in the familiarity of him. It wasn't awkward to fall back into rhythm with Hanta, to remember that he loved the feeling of your nails dragging down his chest. And he was just as eager to get your shirt off, reach your breasts he'd missed so much, and get his tongue on your nipples.

Your head tipped backward, loving the pace he set, hips bouncing creating the perfect tug on your nipples between his teeth.

"Love, if I promise to buy you a new pair, can I rip these damn leggings? They're just so thin and-"

"Please." Your breathy moan had him smirking and with a single grunt the leggings were ruined, cool air from the vents had only a moment to touch your bare ass before Hanta's hands reclaimed it.

There was no way he hadn't felt your arousal before ripping your clothes off, you soaked through your panties and leggings, you knew that, but that didn't stop him from commenting on how soaked you were now on his fingers. "Want me inside you, whore? I think you do."

You nodded with a whimper and he slipped a finger in. "Hants, noo- I- I want your cock, please."

"You're gonna take my fingers like a good little slut first." You clenched at the words falling from his mouth. "So fuckin' tight you can barely take a finger. How'm I supposed to fit in here if you can even take a single finger? Need you to loosen up, alright." He pushed another finger in, scissoring the two inside you.

"This gonna make you cum? You need this bad, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how bad you need to cum."

"I want it. Please, please, I need it. I'm so close," You babbled and ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it with one hand on his cock. In an instant, his fingers had been replaced with this dick. Sticky fingers on your ass helping you ease down on him with a hiss.

"Fuck," Hanta let out a throaty chuckle, "You still fuckin' feel the absolute best." He dropped a kiss between your breasts, letting you adjust to his girth. "Perfect. Good girl. Such a fuckin' good little slut."

He wasn't about to last long. Not once you started bouncing up and down on him, your tits right in front of his face.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get you home, had to fucking tease me in the damn car." He held onto the fat of your ass, pulling you along him and slamming you down hard.

"Kinda pathetic how desperate you are. Fuck. Kinda hot too."

When the top of your head bumped the roof of the car, he scooted lower, trying to give you as much room to ride him however you pleased.

"What do you need? You wanna cum, don't you, pretty girl, what do you need?"

"Faster, faster please."

Hanta shifted even lower, making you grab onto the two headrests while he thrust his hips up into you at a rapid speed. His thumb on your clit was the additional stimulation you needed to fall over the edge. Nails clawing at the black leather as he continued to moan below you now chasing his own release.

You stayed poised above him, using every last bit of strength to stay upright until his mouth was rambling and his cock pulsed inside of you. Fingers bruising your skin before holding your pelvis snuggly against his.

He was bent in a way that looked entirely uncomfortable and yet he still smiled so widely. Reaching up to brush hair out of your eyes, "You okay?"

"Perfects, Hants. A little sore but I'm sure you are too." He moved off his lap, letting him slip out of you with a groan, "Is your neck gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Having you back, love, is more than worth a little bit of a neck cramp."

As he tied a knot in the condom, depositing it into a plastic bag he had tucked away under his seat, Hanta raised a brow, "Love, really, are you alright? Please, tell me if I hurt you at all."

"No! I'm good, why?"

"You're sitting silly."

You were sitting a little odd, perched on your knees rather than sitting on your ass because the leather was chilly and you told Hanta as much making him laugh. "Wait, I think I can help." He leaned back to the front of the car, flicking a button making it glow. Once he tucked himself back in his pants he hopped out of the car and you could see him rummaging in his trunk through the rear window.

"I keep forgetting to take this out from our camping trip a couple months ago. Guess it turned out to be a good thing." He laid the blanket down over the passenger's seat, declaring that should help a bit.

You wrapped the now toasty warm blanket around your bottom half while Hanta drove back towards the city, your head on his shoulder, his hand on your thigh.

"So, shopping tomorrow? I believe I owe you a pair of leggings..."

"It's a date."

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