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More Judd smut?

More Judd smut yay (,:

Tags: fem! Reader, porn with a little plot?, what the fuck is hormone monster dialogue, everyone is horny fr, Nick and Andrew are creeps, but also scared of Judd, and very curious, questionable babysitting?, smoking, participating in the act of “getting stoned”, smoking inside, use of the word simp un-ironically, Judd gives super useless dating advice, not so safe sex, please use protection! please do not read if you’re uncomfortable with smut(,:

Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night.

Read my OG Judd story? Here

Author’s note: hi gang (,: I remember when I was like “mental illness funny haha” but it’s really not funny anymore 🥹 I know I disappear all the time,, and I don’t even wanna apologize this time lol. But anyways, this has been brewing in my docs for like MONTHS and now I’ve come back, humbly offering you another Judd smut since the other one is surprisingly popular. Eat well, my children

The one where Judd gives dating advice

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(Note, Judd is so cute and I love him :,)

“I don’t care about those horny little shits, I’m just saying they’re old enough to fuck off and do whatever they want. I don’t want my pissstain of a brother hanging around you, your sister is also fucking weird—“

You gently elbowed him. “—You’re fucking weird, Judd. And the kids aren’t really that bad, you’re a bit dramatic, babe,” you said, and he angrily grumbled something in response as he slammed the microwave shut. The microwave made a noise, and you watched the third batch of popcorn slowly expand and start to pop.

Unfortunately for Judd, your parents had collectively decided to go out the day you had promised him a date. Mr and Mrs Birch got a coupon for a recently opened Thai restaurant and decided to invite yours, Missy’s and Andrew’s parents out for dinner, making you the designated babysitter of the night. Leah had ditched the whole ordeal, and Judd was planning to ditch as well until you sent him a picture of your tits and told him he could still come over if he behaved.

With Maury clouding his judgement, there was no fucking way he could say no to that.

So now, he was stuck making popcorn for a bunch of middle schoolers. Not to mention he had a pretty bad track record with the kids, they were all absolutely terrified of him. Except of course Jessie, who was deeply in love with him. He grunted in annoyance, turning around to face you with his arms crossed over his chest.

He had been muttering complaints under his breath ever since you started setting up for the movie. He was absolutely livid that the kids stole away his one-on-one private time with his girlfriend, but for you (and your boobs) he tried to somewhat restrain himself.

“Judd, baby, look at me,” you stepped out in front of him, reaching up and gently rubbing his cheek, forcing his attention on you. “I know this is not ideal. But, if you play nice, I have a little something for you when the kids go to bed,” you purred, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

He grabbed your waist, kneading the soft flesh in his big hands. Even though he looked intimidating as all hell, not to mention he absolutely towered over you, he was wrapped around your pinky finger.

He leaned down and buried his face in your neck. “It better be good, slut..” he grunted, brushing his lips over your neck. You slapped the back of his head, feeling him frown against your skin. “I said behave, bitch-boy.” Your tone was sharp, and he knew not to push you any further.

“Fine, alright. Whatever.” He grumbled, hugging you closer to his body.

It was precisely 7’oclock when the kids arrived. Jessie was still in her room, not wanting to hang out with you and Judd alone; she had refused to come out after your parents left.

Surprisingly, Judd was the first at the door. He grinned evilly. “Welcome to purgatory, you little shits.” He said, looking down at the 8th graders menacingly. “Bitch! Your sister's dumb friends are here!” He called over his shoulder.

You huffed audibly. “Are you gonna let them in or what, numbnuts?” You called back to him, pouring the last packet of popcorn into a bowl.

He frowned and stepped aside, letting the now pretty frightened kids inside. Missy walked in first, smiling nervously at Judd, then came Andrew and Nick.

Nick was about to step inside, when Judd put a hand on his shoulder. The younger boy stopped dead in his tracks, praying to whatever god he could think of that his brother would let him off easy. “I didn’t do anything! Judd, I swear, please let me go!” He shouted, voice breaking multiple times.

A ghost of a smirk crossed Judd’s face. “Don’t try shit, or I will rip your tiny dick off and force it down your throat. Got it, asslicker?”

Nick swallowed thickly, frantically nodding his head. Of course Judd had picked up on his brother's crush on you, as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world.

“Y-You got it, Judd!” He confirmed, panicked chuckles escaping him.

“Judd. Let him inside.” You stomped up to them, looking so livid you scared Judd back into being nice as you crossed your arms over your chest. Nick looked away quickly, a pink flush covering his face and neck.

Judd pushed Nick inside with a frown, once again not being able to refuse you. The kids looked on in bewilderment as the intimidating teen seemed to slightly cower under your glare, complying to your will. He looked down at them with something akin to shame, before following after you like a lost puppy.

The kids were in complete shock. Had Judd been fucking possesed?

You called out to Jessie, telling her to come out of her room, before dragging Judd back into the kitchen.

“Y/nnn! Can you start the movie already?” Jessie whined loudly.

A bit of shuffling could be heard in the kitchen. ”I-In a minute! We’re just fixing some drinks!” You called out, voice slightly shaky.

“.. do you really think they’re getting drinks?” Missy asked, after an agonising minute of silence. The kids sat stiffly on the couch.

You had told them to make themselves at home, but none of them were able to really calm down with Judd in the house.

Jessie scoffed. “Does it sound like they’re getting drinks? My sister's kind of a slut if you haven’t noticed.” She spat.

Nick rolled his eyes. “So is Judd.”

The two of them weren’t able to get over their jealousy of your relationship, somehow not yet registering that they didn’t stand a chance with high schoolers.

“Come on guys, that’s not a very nice thing to say,” Missy said nervously, glancing at the kitchen door.

“Jessie, do you think it’s possible I can get a glass of milk? I feel very dehydrated right now,” Andrew muttered, wringing his hands.

Jessie sighed and Nick immediately began explaining in detail how Judd would murder him. But ultimately, after a long and intense discussion, the kids decided to venture into the kitchen.

“You promised to be nice,” You said over your shoulder, holding Judd’s hand as you pulled him to the kitchen.

“I am nice.” He huffed, letting go of your hand and instead reaching out to grab your waist. He gently lifted you, setting you down on the counter top before stepping in between your legs. For a moment you thought he would lead it somewhere, but your face morphed into a gentle smile when he buried his face in your neck, hands gently rubbing up and down your sides.

You softly stroked his hair, making the angry agent of chaos visibly relax as he melted into your touch. “You didn’t even last ten seconds,” You muttered, immediately recognizing his actions as jealousy.

He breathed out against your neck, and you couldn’t help but softly laugh at the tingly feeling. “It was nice enough for me to make the popcorn, do you want me to fucking hand feed them too?” He grumbled, straightening up so he could glare down at you.

You rolled your eyes. “Calm down there, Mr. grumpy-pants. All I ask is that you remain civil for the night, or at least until the movie’s over,” You gave him your very best puppy dog eyes, reaching up to gently brush your hands over his jaw again. Reluctantly, he leaned into your touch, fighting to keep his angry glare.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t deny how absolutely soft he was for you. Your touch calmed him like no other, not even horror movies or tormenting the neighbourhood made him feel as gleeful as when you touched him.

He hummed in response, not really registering what you said, too focused on your touch. His own hands travelled from your waist to your thighs, gently squeezing. You let out a soft little sigh and instantly Maury appeared.

‘What? What’d I miss? You’re gonna fuck?’ The hormone monster asked, observing the situation. ‘Oooh! You should totally have a quickie, let’s see how many fingers you can stuff in her before the kids find out!’ He grinned, shaking Judd by the shoulders.

“Shut the fuck up.” Judd growled, making Maury let out a series of horse laughs. ‘Oh ho ho ho! At least get a good feel of her boob, we need something to get through the movie!’ He said dramatically, before patting Judd’s head and walking off in search of new entertainment.

Judd thought about it for a moment, before slowly sliding his right hand up your tummy until he could palm one of your tits.

“Judd,” You said, placing your hand over the one he had on your chest, but not removing it. “You gotta behave, alright? Just for tonight. And you can touch aaall you want after, I promise,” You said, finishing the sentence with a long kiss to his cheek.

“Fuck. Okay, fine.” He relented, removing his hand from your boob and intertwining his fingers with yours instead. He leaned in, pressing a series of wet kisses to your jaw and neck.

You hummed happily, half closing your eyes until you caught movement somewhere over Judd’s shoulders. You immediately straightened up, opening your eyes fully only to make eye contact with four completely stupefied middle schoolers.

The kids were too stunned to speak, literally.

Andrew was stammering incoherently, Nick seemed to find the ceiling very interesting, Missy and Jessi had both turned completely red in face but for very different reasons.

“Oh. Hello,” You said awkwardly, pushing Judd away and jumping off the counter quickly.

Your boyfriend in question let out a disappointed grunt, murderously glaring down the kids but keeping quiet. You all stood in complete silence for a few, agonisingly long seconds, until Andrew finally spoke up.

Still wringing his hands, the preteen stepped slightly closer to you. “Y/n, I’m very sorry to interrupt. But could I maybe get a glass of milk? It would really help with my nervous stomach—“ You cut him off before he could go into further detail about his digestive system and smiled warmly at him.

“—Of course. Why don’t you follow Judd back into the living room, he’ll start the movie for you and then I’ll be right out. Okay?”

If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under.

Judd bore holes through your back with his eyes, as you turned to open the fridge. “O-okay! Once again, thank you Y/n,” Andrew said, seemingly relieved.

Slowly the kids turned to walk out the kitchen, drizzling out one after the other. Jessi bore a somewhat mischievous smile, walking a bit slower on purpose in hopes she could walk next to Judd. Your boyfriend sighed heavily, uncrossing his arms and following after the kids. He was slowly coming to realise that he had no other choice, than to be a slave for a gang of middle schoolers.

The kids were again stiffly seated on the couch, this time with Judd sitting in the far end. Jessie had glued herself to his side, shamelessly sitting as close to him as possible. He was sure he would accidentally hit her if he moved his arm just the slightest.

He was holding the remote, quickly flicking through movies on netflix as the kids fought over what to watch.

“Shut the fuck up.” He barked. “I’ll find you a good movie,” And by “good movie'' he meant the absolutely goriest horror flick netflix had to offer.

Judd grinned sinisterly as he chose a movie, looking over to see the kids all sporting comically shocked expressions.

Andrew carefully glanced at Judd. “Excuse me, Judd, but are you sure this movie is suitable for children?” He asked.

“Y-yeah. Doesn’t that say you have to be sixteen..? My mom said I shouldn’t watch scary movies until I feel ready,” Missy added.

Nick didn’t say anything. He was scared enough of his brother already to disagree openly with him, and he also didn’t want to seem like a wimp in front of Jessi.

“It’s about time you little pussies grow up. Be quiet and just watch the fucking movie,” Judd said, as mischievously as his monotone voice would allow him to sound.

Jessi nodded gravely. “Yeah, guys. Shut up. It’s just a movie,” She said, looking up at Judd with big eyes for approval. He only grunted, pressing start on the remote.

Within the first few minutes, Andrew and Nick were clinging to each other. Missy was curled in on herself, watching the movie through her spread fingers. Judd grinned evilly, satisfied with his choice as he started digging through his pockets.

He was quick to dig up a lighter and half a blunt. A bloody jumpscare in the movie made Jessi jerk and grab onto Judd’s arm, slightly shaking. He sighed deeply, annoyed, but let it slide. He lit the blunt, throwing his feet up on the coffee table and tilting his head back as he inhaled deeply.

“Judd, I told you not to smoke inside,” You grumbled, returning to the living room with drinks and even more popcorn. Judd raised his head slightly, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Shut up,” He simply said, gesturing to the way Jessi was clinging to him.

You had to stifle a laugh, quickly setting the snacks on the coffee table and handing the milk to Andrew, who reached out to take it with a shaky hand, refusing to look at the tv.

Upon noticing the lack of space on the couch, Judd beckoned you to his lap. You happily sat down, Jessi giving you a disturbed look as your body gently pushed hers away.

“What the hell are we even watching?” You asked, Judd shrugged. “Dunno. Summer camp massacre something,” He said, handing you the blunt as you got comfortable on his lap.

You took a long drag, nuzzling into Judd as his hands came down to hold your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Guys,” Missy suddenly whispered, eyes glued to you and Judd. “Is that.. Marijuana.. As in drugs?”

Judd chuckled, you could feel him move beneath you as you struggled to keep from laughing yourself.

You said the only appropriate answer you could scrape from your brain; “Well.. Yeah.”

Missy’s eyes grew to sorcerers. “You can’t do that! Marijuana is a gateway drug! It could mess up your brain- Oh fudge! It could mess up my brain from inhaling secondhand!”

This time you couldn’t conceal your giggle, handing the blunt back to Judd as you leaned forward. You smiled softly at the younger. “Don’t worry about it, Missy. You’re way too smart to be corrupted by secondhand smoke,” You said. Missy nodded reluctantly, a small smile appearing on her face as she accepted the compliment.

“Mom will actually kill you,” Jessi mumbled and you fondly ruffled her hair. “She won’t if you keep your mouth shut.” You teased, as she scowled at you. Her eyes quickly left yours, to blatantly stare at Judd as he blew clouds of smoke out his nose. He truly looked like an angry dragon, staring at the movie screen with furrowed brows.

Jessi went bright red, looking away immediately when Judd turned to meet her gaze. You grinned, ruffling her hair again before relaxing back into your boyfriend. Judd gave another annoyed grumble, but soon relaxed himself.

Somehow, the kids managed to be quiet for the duration of the movie as you finished the blunt and most of the snacks.

Jessi fell asleep against you, having ended up clutching your hand for safety (probably from the masked killer on screen). Missy fell asleep against Andrew, the two huddled in a pile. Nick had slid down from the couch, attempting to hide from the movie but ending up sleeping under the coffee table.

By the time credits came on screen, you and Judd were the only ones awake. Pleasantly hazy from the smoke session, you turned your head to smile at him.

“You were so good. I like nice Judd,” You muttered, leaning up to press a soft, slow kiss to his lips.

He immediately deepened the kiss, claiming his price. In a horny daze, his hands migrated to your butt and his tongue invaded your mouth. You sighed, a bit too loudly and let your own hands wander. Over his shoulders, rubbing down his chest and abdomen till eventually they rested just over his belt.

The hiss that escaped him as your hands pressed to his crotch, definitely did not go unnoticed and you responded in kind by moving from his lips, messily gliding wet kisses down his jaw and neck. You bit him playfully, but still hard enough to leave indents in his perfectly smooth neck.

‘Oooh, baby!’ Right on time, Connie appeared at your side. She purred like a cat, curling around you and Judd on the couch. ‘Why don’t you hurry and jump right on up on that delicious dick of his? You know he can make you feel reeeeeaaaal good,’ She drawled.

Barely acknowledging her, you dumbly nodded in agreement.

‘Hurry, dumpling! Don’t got much time before the kiddies wake up,’ She urged you, poking Jessi with a long fingernail, and indeed, your sister was starting to stir.

You could only let out a frustrated huff. Judd had your hair fisted in one hand and your hip clutched tightly in the other, helping you rut yourself against his growing bulge in long, hazy strokes. He felt good, you felt good, everything felt so, so good and moving away from the heavenly friction could not be more of a bother.

You leaned forward a bit, which came with resistance considering his tight grip on your hair, and whined lowly in his ear.

Gently, you nosed at his cheek. “Judd.. the kitchen. C’mon,” You breathed.

He retaliated by grinding up into you, much harder than before, allowing you to feel the entirety of his now, very hard, length. You moaned loudly in response.

“We need to.. the kitchen— they’re waking up,” It was a difficult task to form the right words, with the increased amount of pleasure, so you scratched his shoulders, gently, to get your point across.

Leaning in, he captured your lips in a hard kiss, licking into your mouth with such fervour your head was spinning. He let go, biting down on your bottom lip and dragging it back before pulling away completely.

“Stupid fucking kids,” He gritted, tongue swiping over his lips, plump from kissing.

Heaving, you bit your bottom lip and batted your eyelashes at him in a most sultry display that was sure to make Connie proud. A sinister grin spread across his face, when he got an idea and he let go of your hair in favour of kneading your ass in both his hands.

“I’ll fuck you on the table, slut, be grateful.” It was a demand, but you didn’t mind because right at that moment, nothing truly sounded more pleasing than getting railed on the dining table in your mothers kitchen.

A shudder went through you at the thought, warmth slushing in your belly and still, you grinned coyly at him. “Only because you were so well behaved. I’m starting to think you actually like them, Juddy-Wuddy?” You said, motioning to the four kids as you cooed at him.

You got him with that one. Watching with glee as his jaw clenched and he sent you a look that could only mean one of two things; he was going to kill you or plow you until you could no longer walk. You highly suspected the latter.

Your boyfriend scoffed. “It’s almost cute how damn smart you think you are, huh? You fucking bitch.” He glowered. He despised when you called him that, one of the many terrible nicknames you had overheard his mom call him, and he always fell right into your trap.

Before you could start to respond, he was rising from the couch, hands manoeuvring under your thighs to lift you up with him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, legs tighter around his waist to keep his clothed cock pressed up against your core, and nuzzled your face into his neck.

His hands were warm on your thighs, so big they almost covered them entirely when he spread his fingers. You latched onto his neck again, engraving lots of little purple marks, just how he liked it.

His response came as a strained grunt, as he barreled into the kitchen and dropped you on the corner dining table.

The table was cold, you squealed as your thighs dragged along the cool surface and Judd wasted no time, leaning over you and pushing your skirt up to expose your panties.

A sinister grin spread across his face when he found your panties were already damp and soaked, his award for being a prime example of a boyfriend this evening.

You bucked your hips, mewling for attention and hoping he would be quick to relieve you of the throbbing between your thighs.

He laughed, low and husky as he watched you writhe on the table beneath him. Your lips were swollen and plump, a deep blush covered your cheeks and your hair was messily spread out over the table’s surface. His dick ached.

‘Boi-oi-oi-oing!’ Maury was right behind him, a wild smile split his face and he let his tongue hang out, looking more like a rabid dog than a hormone monster.

‘C’mon! Shove your fist inside her, she obviously wants it!’ Maury barked, shaking Judd by the shoulders. The teen shook him off, grumbling a threat as he returned to the task at hand.

You heaved in a breath, tongue coming out to wet your lips again. “Judd, I swear to god, do something—“ You pleaded, desperately.

“— have patience. And shut the fuck up.” Judd grunted, long fingers creeping towards the wet patch on your panties. Then, he pressed down, right in the middle of the wetness where your much neglected clit sat.

Gasping, you reached out to grasp his bicep. He pressed down again, keeping his thump there and swirling it in circles. You gasped and whined his name softly, the wet fabric glided over your most sensitive part so well it was hard to think about keeping quiet.

He was quick to silence you with a kiss, however, as his left hand finally, finally, left the wet patch to pull your panties off. You helped him shake them off, too focused with the cool air blowing on your hot core to notice how he crumbled up your panties and stuffed them in his back pocket.

You begged for him again, whines disappearing into his open mouth as he kept it slotted over yours.

He shushed you, putting his weight on his right hand as he leaned in further between your legs, suddenly stuffing two fingers into you, in one smooth motion. You cried out so loudly and desperately that not even Judd’s wet kisses could conceal it, he gave you another rough thrust of his fingers in retaliation.

Your eyes were half closed, lips forming an ‘o’ as he pulled away from your mouth to bite at your neck. His fingers reached a depth that your own could not, hitting a softer, mushier spot in your pussy that had you seeing stars each time. He was so rough with his thrusts too, working quickly and effectively to bring you to ecstasy and making the table rattle slightly. You could only pray that the slight scraping on the tiled kitchen floor could not be heard in the living room.

What was much louder, however, were your own loud gasps and breathy moans of your boyfriend's name. The closer you got, the louder your pleas became.

Judd bit your neck again, hard enough to turn the skin purple. “I said, be quiet, bitch.” He groaned into your neck, panting slightly as the pace of his hand increased.

You tried, but really couldn’t. The lewd squelching sound and the rapid stroking of his two fingers against your g-spot had you mewling and bucking against him. And it certainly didn’t help, when his thumb pressed down on your clit as well.

His slender fingers didn’t create much of a stretch, but you knew he was preparing you for his monstrous cock and because his fingers were so deliciously long the waiting time was never disappointing.

You could vaguely hear Connie bustling about in the background, shouting her encouragement and coaxing you to tell Judd all sorts of lewd things. You didn’t listen, you couldn’t when you were so, so close to your breaking point.

With your body on fire, liquid pleasure in your veins, your toes curled and you tilted your head to allow Judd better access to the unmarked parts of it. He graciously took the opportunity, returning his grip on your head to position you just how he wanted.

Your thighs clenched around Judd’s arm, lip trembling as your eyes crossed in pleasure. “Judd..!”

And then he was pulling away, you whined desperately in the process, only to be silenced with a large hand slapped across your mouth.

“I told you to be quiet, bitch.” He snarled, his voice now so deep and feral it made you shiver. He squeezed your cheeks together, a bit of drool escaped your mouth and smeared on his hand, as he pulled you to a sitting position. “Didn’t I?”

Your pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing at both the rough treatment and being so suddenly void of stimulation.

With your cheeks squished together, you couldn’t respond, so you opted for frantically nodding your head, softly whining out for him. You needed him inside you, and it had to be now.

You rutted yourself against the table, slick following you and making a trail on the wooden surface, it felt good, but definitely not as good as Judd’s cock would feel.

“Pw-pf..a..e.. Pwase!” You begged him, hands wandering towards his belt, feeling him up and unbuckling his belt buckle. You gasped quietly, he was so hard it had to hurt and the feeling of him pressed to your palm made you clench around nothing again. Despite the layers of clothes between you.

He moaned, but reached down to gather both wrists in his free hand and pinning them together. “You think you think you deserve that? After all the fucking noise you made?”

You cried out and nodded. Judd grinned sinisterly. “You’re so pathetic, you little slut. You know that?”

You wanted to kick him, or at least insult him back but the throbbing in your cunt and the fact that his words only made that throb so much worse, made it quite hard to do so.

Then, he leaned in, resting his chin on top of your head and inhaled your hair deeply. “You’re my little slut.” He grunted and, oh, you could have cum right there.

You nuzzled into him, burying your head where his neck became his chest and started leaving small, wet kisses.

He didn’t let go of either your wrists or mouth, instead he barked one simple order; “Off.” and brought your bound wrists towards his crotch again.

You didn’t need to be told twice, immediately getting to work and shoving both his pants and underwear as far down as your position would allow you to grab at his dick.

Hissing in pleasure, he pulled you closer to him. He was throbbing and warm in your hand, heavy and so swollen the head had almost turned purple, you tried lifting yourself up, tried to get just the tiniest bit of friction.

You pumped him slowly, he was sticky with pre-cum already and he dropped his head into your hair again, burying his face into you with a strained groan. He, too, was close to his breaking point.

Letting your wrists and cheeks free, he opted to grab under both your hips, lifting them up to hover above his dick. You let go of him, fingers coming to scratch at the table as he did the remainder of work for you and you fell back on the table.

“This what you want?” He grunted, thrusting experimentally and nudging his cockhead against your swollen little pearl.

“Yes.. yes, yes! Please, Judd, it hurts, I need it..!” You blabbered, cheeks puffy and face screwed up as you felt your empty pussy ache with anticipation. Only your boyfriend's dick could ease the twang in your lower belly.

He inhaled sharply through his nose, face set in stone and brows drawn together as he finally thrusted into you, filling you so completely in that one thrust, that you suddenly felt too full.

The bit of pain from the wide stretch you felt melted into white-hot pleasure almost as soon as it appeared and when Judd pressed a bit more into you, his hip bones meeting yours, you came instantly.

You cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden and immense pleasure. Judd cursed, rather loudly and tried pressing further into you, holding you flush against him as you clenched uncontrollably around him. You were even tighter now, so tight it almost hurt and so he waited for you to ride out your orgasm, breathing heavily.

“Shit.. fuck you! Ah!” He nearly whined at the feeling, blunt nails digging into the plush flesh on your hips.

Panting, sobbing and sighing, you slowly came down from your orgasm, not at all ready when Judd suddenly started thrusting again. You were already overstimulated, but the wide stretch and feeling of his cock inside felt so heavenly.

You couldn’t help the never-ending mantra of his name that escaped you, matching each of his violent thrusts. He wanted you to feel him as deep as possible, you knew, and he made sure of it. Leaning in over you to hit you at a deeper angle, pressing down on your belly as he fucked you to see himself bulging through.

“Judd, m’so full,” You slurred, digging your nails into his shoulders, as deep as they would go. He grunted a response, sweat gathering on his dark brows; “You gotta be quiet, baby.” He was strained as he spoke, teeth clenched and warm breath fanning your face.

Then, he squeezed under your thighs again, sliding you towards the edge of the table. “Spread your legs.” He demanded gravelly, and you easily complied. He pressed himself to you further, barely pulling out after each thrust, but doubling the force in which he thrusted.

The table scraped loudly against the floor, you whimpered and tried to quiet yourself, face heating as the room filled with squelching sounds that definitely didn’t leave anything to the imagination, should anyone overhear.

Already, you started to tighten around him again, your thighs quivered as you did your best to keep them apart. Judd noticed almost immediately, bringing his thumb down upon your puffy clit.

“C’mon pretty girl, cum for me again,” He panted and you followed suit, before you could cry out, though, he captured your lips with his own, chest pressed to yours.

You sobbed into his mouth as his tongue licked flames into you, clutching him to you. His thrusts became irregular, driving you into the table until he couldn’t hold out anymore. He moved to pull out, but you stopped him, keeping him pressed against you. “Don’t.. they’ll see— in-inside.” You panted into his mouth, and almost immediately felt a slush of warm liquid fill your lower belly.

Judd grit his teeth tightly, jaw fully clenching and breath heaving. His green eyes were dark and glazed, he straightened up a little, raising himself on his forearms to look down at you.

You were drooling slightly, makeup a bit smudged as you laid out on the table, revelling in the feeling of complete satisfaction and Judd’s cum filling you.

He waited a while to pull out, watching with interest as your tummy swelled ever so slightly from the combining force of his dick and his spend.

“You’re fucking horrible at being quiet,” He eventually stated.

You puffed out your cheeks, sitting up and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “It wasn’t me who made the table move,” you countered.

Judd’s hands ventured up your back, holding you to him. “You whine like a bitch in heat,” He countered, monotonously, in the most endearing way he could possibly put it. Because honestly, he loved the sounds you made.

Maury clapped him on the back and barked something at him, reminding him that the two of you were indeed not alone and he pulled out of you. You sighed as he slipped out, feeling your combined liquids leak out a bit as well.

He was quick to pull his pants and boxers up, turning from you to fetch a roll of paper towels. As he always did, he insisted on cleaning up for you.

You had asked him about it once, getting the lame response of; “I like to keep my things clean.”

Fixing your skirt to cover yourself, you found that your panties were nowhere in sight and fixed Judd a look.

Your boyfriend shrugged. “This is your house, just get another pair.” You blew a raspberry at him. “I’m actually gonna run out of underwear because of you.”

He didn’t care, it was quite obvious, so you kissed his jaw and jumped from the table, to get yourself a new pair. Judd didn’t miss his chance to roughly squeeze your ass as you walked past him.

Nick awoke to a strange sound. The loudest being the scraping of something on the floor, then he heard you cry, loud and continually as though you were in pain.

Immediately he sat up. The room was dark and the tv static, he drowsily looked around, his four friends sleeping soundly on the couch. Andrew moved his foot, coincidentally pinning Nick down with it. Groggily, he sighed and pushed Andrew off him.

He swayed a bit as he stood up, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them. His brother and you weren’t anywhere to be seen, the spot where you previously was sitting now occupied by Jessi, sleeping in a starfish position.

That was when he heard the sound again, the scraping and then the desperate gasping. This time, though, he heard his brother’s raspy voice as well. What the hell was going on?

‘Judd and Y/n are wrestling,’ Suddenly his temporary hormone monster, Tyler emerged from the kitchen with a disturbed look.

“What?” Nick was way too tired to process something like that.

‘They’re rolling around on the table! Like this!’ Tyler got on top of the coffee table, and started intimidating something that definitely did not look like wrestling.

Tyler noticed Nick’s confused expression. ‘Yeah! And she keeps crying and saying his name— like, like this!’ The monster proceeded to do an utmost terrible impression of you calling for Judd and Nick cringed. ‘— and then, Judd told her to shut up and called her a slut! I think he’s gonna get her in a chokehold. I wouldn’t put my money on Y/n, though, she’s not even trying to fight him off—‘

“— Yeah, I don’t think they’re wrestling, Tyler.” Nick deadpanned, cutting the deity short. He felt his face grow increasingly red, as your sounds grew. Now, even he could hear you beg Judd for all sorts of lewd things.

‘Oh.’ Tyler blinked a couple of times. Nick shivered, he definitely did not need to hear his brother bone his girlfriend (on whom he had a crush) or explain the situation to his hormone monster.

The two of them remained in uncomfortable silence for a while, Nick pacing back and forth to clear his head of any inappropriate thoughts that Tyler was coaxing him into, once he had figured out the situation.

Eventually, Nick settled on waking Andrew.

“Andrew,” He pushed his friend and whispered again. “C’mon, wake up, Andrew,”

The latter mumbled something incoherent, adjusting his glasses in his sleep. Nick groaned and shook him, not relenting. “I never peed in that pool!” Andrew woke up shouting, and Nick tumbled back in surprise.

“What?” Nick hissed. Andrew looked about wide eyed, seemingly as groggy as Nick. “I— what?” Andrew repeated. He blinked at his friend slowly, not yet aware of the circumstances.

He pulled Andrew from the couch, and put a hand over his mouth. “Listen,” He whispered, and watched as his friend's expression turned from annoyed, to confused, to very very startled.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god!” Andrew stammered. Nick removed his hand. “Is that— are they?” His head snapped from Nick to the kitchen entrance and back again.

The shorter nodded once, stiffly. “What do we— do we do anything? We could go back to sleep before Judd— oh god, what if they find out we heard?”

Nick turned to his panicking friend, determination clear in his eyes. “We need to go see for ourselves.”

Andrew’s eyes grew impossibly larger, to the size of sorcerers. “What? No! No, no, normally I come up with those kinda terrible ideas— are you okay, Nick?” He put a clammy hand to Nick’s forehead, fauxingly checking his temperature.

Nick clicked his tongue, annoyed, and waved his friend’s hands away. “Think, Andrew! You have a crush on Y/n, I have a crush on Y/n, haven't you imagined her like that a lot of times, anyway? We can just look, really quickly,”

“Uuhh, I— I don’t know,” He stammered, eyes flicking to the kitchen door.

Nick sighed. “I’m going to go look.” His statement was final, as he marched off. Andrew wrung his hands, definitely not unaware of his own desire to see what his two designated babysitters were up to, and his legs seemed to follow after Nick all by themselves.

The two stopped by the door, neither daring to actually peek inside yet.

“Judd, m’so full,”

Both boys stiffened at the sound of your voice, breathy and begging and definitely not how you usually spoke to them.

Then, Judd grunted; “You gotta be quiet, baby.” Followed up by a harsh command of; “Spread your legs.”

Nick swallowed, and Tyler pushed him further towards the door, squealing at him to look. Suddenly, his previous courage had completely disintegrated and he looked at Andrew, panicked.

The other was just as alarmed, sweat beating his forehead as the scraping sounds picked up and they realised the weight of the situation.

They stood there for a while, completely perplexed, having been so scared off by your vulgar statements that neither dared to move. Andrew shut his eyes tightly, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he heard Maury in the room as well. He was barking orders at Judd, all of which went completely ignored, and cheering the two of you on.

Then, after what felt like aeons, the noise quieted down and the two preteens listened as you had a quiet conversation. Judd was way less mean, when he talked to you in private, they both noted. Only when you went off to get another pair of briefs, did they realise their mistake. But it was too late for them to move, instead they both stood there with rapidly beating hearts, faces bathed in red with sheepish expressions as you exited the room.

You stuck your head out the entrance first, yelling in surprise when you caught sight of the two boys. “Oh my god.” You breathed, then realising that they probably heard most of what just went on.

Caught red handed, you couldn’t bear to look neither of them in the eyes. You straightened, quickly walking past them and holding your skirt tightly around your bottom.

Levelling your voice the best you could, you called to them over your shoulder; “Judd’s in the kitchen, if you need anything,” You squeaked, bounding upstairs to your room before they could properly take in your dishevelled appearance.

Nick panicked, now they had to go in the kitchen, or suspicion would surely arise. He grabbed onto Andrew’s sleeve, willing his legs to move and take the final few steps into the kitchen.

Into the dragon's den, where Judd, the dragon resided.

“H-hi. Judd.” Nick stammered. Judd had his back to them, raiding the fridge for anything to drink. You had only stocked up on diet sodas.

The older teen acknowledged them with a grunt, not bothering to turn before his drink-mission was complete. The two boys stood awkwardly in the middle of your kitchen, waiting for whatever reign of terror Judd would have prepared for them; but none came.

Judd slammed the fridge door shut, and to their total surprise, threw each boy a Diet Coke. “Need anything else?” He drawled, sauntering to the table and slumping down in a chair. He opened a coke for himself and got comfortable in his chair, downing almost the entire can in one go.

Andrew and Nick shared a glance, and simultaneously inched towards the table. The two of them sat down quietly, still waiting for Judd to scare them away.

But he was completely out of character, for once, he looked kinda relaxed. Albeit a bit sweaty and tousled, but as calm as Nick had ever seen his older brother. His eyes lingered on Judd’s neck, where he bore a collection of teeth indents, smudges from your lipstick and hickeys.

The three sat in silence for a bit, listening as the light under the cabinets buzzed and eventually Judd got up to fetch another soda.

“You want any more?” He asked the two, and they politely declined. He shrugged and returned to the table with a new can.

Nick fiddled with the top of his can, eyes flitting around the room nervously. “Judd. Can I ask you a question?” He dared not look up as he spoke, keeping his eyes planted on the table.

Judd grunted, his way of saying ‘go ahead.’

“Why are you being so nice to us?” The question visibly caught Judd a bit off guard, he stopped drinking for a brief moment, thinking the question over before his stoic exterior returned.

“Y/n wants me to be nice to you. She likes you small assholes,” He shrugged.

Andrew looked at the older bewildered. “Y/n told you to be nice to us?” He asked, voice cracking as if he couldn’t believe his own ears.

Judd frowned. “That’s what I said, wasn’t it?” He snapped.

Andrew swallowed thickly. “Y-yeah. Sorry,”

“But— I mean, why? She’s not even here, and, you usually don’t listen to anyone,” Nick was unrelenting, now past the point of caring if Judd would beat him up for asking questions.

A pregnant pause wove through the room, as Judd thought about the question. He still looked considerably less angry than usual, but his features were set in a frown and his brows drew together and made it look like he was planning something sinister.

“I do what she says because I love her.” He said eventually, glaring off into space as he thought his answer over.

Neither of the two boys could believe their ears. The Judd Birch had just declared his love publicly. It must have been the post-nut clarity.

When they failed to respond, he continued on; “Sometimes you gotta do dumb shit, even if it’s fucking annoying, to keep a girl.” He mumbled, still deep in thought. Had the situation been different, Nick would have found it quite funny to hear Judd talk about such tender things in his gruff voice.

Andrew leaned over the table, adjusting his glasses. “Is— Is that how you get a girlfriend?”

At that, the corners of Judd’s lips moved upwards ever so slightly. He turned fully to them, a wicked look in his eyes. “That’s how you get laid, numbnuts.”

Then Nick cut in; “But what after? What if I like this girl, and I really wanna touch her boobs, but I also want to talk to her. I mean just talk. Because she’s smart, and funny, and really nice,”

Judd dug through his back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and opened the window on the wall behind him. He stuck one between his lips, and offered the pack up to the boys.

“We’re twelve.”

Judd merely shrugged and lit his own cigarette. “If you wanna touch her tits, you gotta talk to her first. And don’t be a little creep. Charm her and shit,” He explained.

Nick deadpanned. “Charm her?” Judd was everything but charming. It would forever remain the greatest mystery to him, how his brother managed to pull any girls at all.

Andrew pushed up his glasses. “Actually, what Judd is saying is true. You need to make her feel as if you care about her—“

“—I do care about her!” Nick protested.

Judd flicked a bit of his cigarette off over the window still. “Then it’s easy. Just talk to her, pussy.” He inhaled a long drag. “If she’s into small pricks, you’ll be just her type.”

The younger pouted. “Not funny, Judd.”

Judd cackled, lowly, sinisterly. “Then, how do you know if a girl likes you?” Andrew asked.

“She lets you touch her tits.”

Nick sighed. “C’mon, Judd! There has to be more to it— I mean, you have a girlfriend, so you obviously know.”

The eldest grunted and exhaled smoke through his nose. He thought for a bit before replying; “I was at a party, and I saw this girl, Y/n, and she was really fucking hot. Is really fucking hot,” He fixed the two middle schoolers a pointed look. “So I talked to her, turns out she’s really fucking sweet too. And when you meet a girl like that, all the rest comes naturally,” He finished his explanation, a bit smug as the two boys looked at him in wonder.

“Not to offend, b—but haven’t you dated lots of girls? How’d you do that?” Andrew asked.

Judd put his cigarette out in his, now empty, coke can. “Sure I have. You can also just fuck girls, but it’s a lot more fun if you like them,” He said.

“How do I do that, then? Do I have to talk to her too, even if I don’t like her?” Andrew was a bit eager now, but Nick had to admit that he was also itching for answers.

“No matter what, you gotta talk to her. Maybe not for long, and if you just wanna fuck, you have to say the right things,” He said, and then quickly added. “But don’t do that. I don’t want you two turning into little dicks,”

“Then.. What if you’re already friends with her?” It was a bit of a jump in topic, but Nick had to get answers, and right now was probably the only time he had the opportunity to ask.

Judd snorted. “You want to fuck one of your friends out there?” He cackled, motioning to the living room.

Nick turned red very quickly. “No.”

“Fuck, you’re a little simp!” The eldest was finding Nick’s personal troubles a little too funny, and he huffed, glaring at his brother. “But all the rules still apply. Be charming, talk to her, and don’t be a creep.” Judd eventually added, nodding at his brother.

“Thank you, Judd.” Nick muttered, and he meant it.

“Yeah, thank you, Judd,” Andrew echoed.

Judd grunted. “Yeah, whatever. But don’t, ever, spy on me and Y/n again. I mean it. Or I will gut both of you like fucking fish.”

Hi, hello,, thank you of making it this far!

Originally, I wanted to label this “16+ do not interact if you’re younger” but honestly I ate shit like this tf UP when I was 13 💀 idk if I made Judd a little too OOC, sorry big mouth writers ☹️✋ I hope you enjoyed, though

Small rant + update; tumblr has been acting up on my phone lately, idk what I did to make it so laggy lately, but I have to post from my computer now ),: ALSO I’m so mad I keep forgetting that the cursive I make in Google docs doesn’t work in tumblr ahhhhHHHH so I had to go over the whole thing again, I’m pressed

And anyways, I’ve been working on a really big project for a while now, it is literally my baby, and it’s a Loki x reader because I finally watched some marvel movies lol, I’ll wait with posting it till it’s completely done bc rn it’s kinda a mess (and not nearly done) but if anyone would be interested in beta reading the first 5 chapters please don’t hesitate reaching out to me!

You are wonderful! Thank you for reading <3

Request something? HERE!

Tags? @dlfvrr (this was the only instance I could find of someone wanting to be tagged in my Judd stuff, please reply to this if you do want to be tagged)

#big mouth #judd birch x reader #judd birch #judd bitch fr #judd birch smut #i hope this is okay #hormone monster #I love Judd #mental illness awareness #author needs sleep

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midnight-moth · 8 months

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Need some fluffy RainDrop maybe with Phantom? Of them just needing to cuddle and sleep after a few rough shows in a row like they've been doing. Maybe Phantoms absolutely exhausted and really craving affection and cuddled but doesn't think he's allowed to join in with any of the pack (especially Rain and Dew) but they bring him in for cuddles and give him all the affection he needs (they all need tbh, especially Rain after that video you posted earlier) <3

Sometimes it’s better not to ask. What’s wrong? What do you need? How can I help? Those questions are better suited to someone who might be able to answer them. And maybe he could, with time and perspective. Maybe not.

Phantom doesn’t know what’s wrong after all. It was all so much fun. A loud disarray of sound and light and applause. Which he enjoyed. So why does he feel like a pumpkin left on the steps after Halloween? All the guts scraped out but for a short while you were filled with warmth, a soft glow that lit up everyone around you.

But now he feels hollow, discarded. He’s fingers drift across one of the plush bats tossed to him on stage. It has a red ribbon tied around its neck. He’s so happy everyone knows how much he loves bats. He isn’t sure how they knew. But he doesn’t know them, what they love, he can’t give them anything back. Just a few hours of his time, a piece of paper with song names on it, a small triangular piece of plastic.

And he realizes that no, they don’t know him at all. Not really. But that isn’t what really gets to him, makes him toss and turn at night, leaves him staring at the ceiling all night. Listening to the muffled sounds of sleep, or the occasional moan or hiss disrupts the near silence.

It’s that he’s surrounded by the same ghouls day in, day out, and they must understand how he feels. And he can see how they all lean harder and harder on one another, ritual after ritual after ritual.

But he doesn’t know that he’s supposed to assume. That he’s allowed to lean too. Rest his weary head on Mountain’s shoulder. Ask for Dew’s burning fingers to dig into his sore muscles. Let Swiss absolutely smother him in a never-ending bear hug. Dissolve into the tattered sofa while Aurora rakes her claws across his scalp. Just be close, let them dry his eyes, a respite for his tear-stained pillowcase.

And the others, they don’t realize that they should offer. Aurora, the self proclaimed pack princess, from day 0 she had no issue asking any of them to piggy back her 4’10” frame when her feet hurt, to wrap their bodies around her like blankets at night when she was cold.

He wonders how loneliness can simultaneously feel like a gaping void, and yet have such presence. Taking up so much room in his body, when he wraps his arms around his ribs and squeezes he can feel it butting up against his insides. He wonders how there’s any room left for his heart and his lungs but they keep beating and inflating anyway.

Perhaps there was something written on his face that day, those particular lines carving a new expression on his face that they’d never seen before. Perhaps that energy they felt when he was summoned, the kind that they were sure caused the ground to shake, felt dull.

Rain noticed first, and Dew merely had to follow his line of sight throughout the day to see for himself. The way Phantom’s body sagged when he wasn’t on stage anymore. That he was barely lifting his feet off the ground as he moved about the venue.

The thud his body made when he collapsed into his bunk that night was like the exclamation at the end of the thought Rain and Dew had both been finding words for that day.

A long run on sentence that contained why didn’t we notice sooner and why didn’t he say anything and have we made him feel unwelcome, unwanted? That last thought, it had teeth, and they dug right into the most tender scar Dew possessed.

At first Phantom thought the depressions in the mattress around him were an illusion. He jumped when fingers connected with his shoulder, nearly smacking his head against the low ceiling.

But soon hands we’re guiding him back down, arms worming their way underneath his ribs and wrapping him up back to front. Rain’s cool hand soothing the ache in his head. Dew’s body heat softening the rigid form his contracted muscles forced him in to.

He tries to speak but the only thing that comes out is a ragged little croak. So Rain presses a kiss to his lips to silence him. It says tell us later, rest now.

“Sorry we made you wait so long, bug.” Dew murmurs in his ear. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard that gentle lilt in his voice before. “But we’re here now. All of us are here, for you.”

#media nocte asks #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #I hope this is okay #I am trying to just not care if it isn’t the best because it’s all I can do #and maybe I can still enjoy it even if I know I can do better #because maybe this is just how it is now #midnight moth writes #cw depression #cw hurt comfort

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bakubunny · 24 days

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tamaki bnha blueberry!! maybe like daddy kink?

hi dear! i tried dming you on this to get some clarification because i don’t consider daddy kink by itself to be dark content. that being said, i hope you enjoy. <3

tw: dark content, implied age play/fauxcest, daddy kink

name: amajiki tamaki

order: blueberry pie

blueberry: tamaki isn’t as timid as he seems; he hides a lot under the surface because he’s afraid of failure. how does that play out the first time yan!tamaki hears your sniffly cries for “daddy” when he’s teased you too long? he snaps. he needs complete control moving forward and forces you to be helplessly dependent on him. there’s gaslighting and manipulation that goes far beyond “no cumming without daddy’s help.” no, he’ll swap your toothbrush heads with ones that won’t fit, so you have to ask him for help getting it on. but when he comes in to save the day, somehow it works on the first try. you can’t put on your own shoes. you can try velcro ones if you’re lucky, but he’s got an extra pair that secures properly while he gives you velcro shoes with both wrong sides. if you’re being really obstinate, tamaki won’t even let you take a piss without his help. he’s going to wipe your ass, and that’s if he’s feeling generous.

bunny’s bakery (closed)

#this feels redundant but #yandere + daddy kink will always give captive darling or fauxcest vibes to me #i hope this is okay #x reader #tw dark content #🔪#💖#🧸#💛#amajiki tamaki #aged up characters #bnha smut #bunny’s 2.5k celebration

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sophsicle · 8 months

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kyd chapter 24

#I HOPE THIS IS OKAY #i felt real good about it #and then we circled back to “actually this is boring and terrible”#and now i just don't know #BUT ANYWAY #tis #here #kyd #fic: kill your darlings #jegulus

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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The grass is warm and soft beneath him as Steve gazes up at the stars shining down on him in those constellations he knows so well. It’s a crisp and clear night, a light breeze chasing away the last remnants of the midsummer heat, and Steve is smiling up at the moonless sky. Beside him, Eddie has his eyes closed and Steve is pretty sure he’s asleep, but Steve has never minded being alone with the stars.

They know him. They know all his secrets.

They know how he longs to reach for Eddie’s hand where it’s lying between them, palm up and so very inviting. They know of his yearning heartbeat and how it is reduced to flutters when Eddie is around with that beaming smile of his.

The stars know Steve Harrington better than he knows even himself, but they keep it a secret among the universe, shared only on moonless, cloudless nights. Like this one, with Eddie here beside him.

“Did you know you always smile when you see the stars?”

Eddie’s voice is too soft to really startle him, but Steve's heartbeat picks up anyway. He couldn’t fight the smile even if he tried.

“Do I?”

Eddie nods, the grass rustling beneath his head, and Steve looks over to see Eddie’s eyes still closed. It’s what makes him keep looking. The stars won’t tell.

“Yeah,” he breathes and Steve’s eyes fall down to his lips. “Makes me think like you’re in on some cosmic secret sometimes, Stevie. You one of them?”

“One of what?” Steve whispers back, his hand inching closer to Eddie’s. Not to touch. Just to make sure that in another universe, another Steve will take that hand.

Eddie smiles as if he knows, as if he feels that other universe inside his chest, but he doesn’t reach out. “The stars. A fallen one, maybe.”

Steve huffs out a breath and tears his eyes away from Eddie to look back up again. “I’m not a fallen star, Eddie.”

“Hmm,” he hums, and Steve wants to wrap himself up in it. Curl on his side and rest his head on Eddie’s chest, ask him to hum for the rest of their lives, or so long as the stars will cover them. “Tell me about the stars, then? And why they make you smile.”

Steve swallows and searches the sky for answers. He could. He shouldn’t, maybe. But he wants to. Right now, with Eddie’s eyes closed, their hands almost touching, their smiles refusing to leave, and the stars above them glowing and twinkling so kindly, Steve wants to tell him.

This is it.

But if he closes his eyes, this can be just like any other night Steve has spent telling the stars about him. Only this time, Eddie is here to listen.

“It’s because they know,” he whispers, heart beating in his throat now, choking off the words.

“They know?” Eddie prompts after a while, just as quiet, just as trembling.

And now Steve reaches out with his pinkie and hooks it over Eddie’s pointer and middle fingers. “They know,” he repeats. “About you.”

Slowly, achingly slowly, Steve caresses Eddie’s fingers with his own until their hands lie on top of each other, slotting together perfectly. He hears a hitched breath and wonders, fears, aches, for all but a moment. Until Eddie’s thumb comes up to draw tentative patterns on Steve’s palm. Until Eddie is moving closer to rest his head against Steve’s, never once letting go of his hand.

“What about me?” he whispers, and Steve finally opens his eyes, shifting until their foreheads are touching, and looking down at their joined hands.

“Just that… I really, really like you.”

Another hum, and this time Steve can feel it making its way through his body. It makes him shiver even on a warm night like this. Makes him yearn for more.

“And that’s making you smile?”

He’s helpless. Now that he started talking, now that he took Eddie’s hand, now that they’re sharing the same breath, Steve is so, so helpless. But he’s not scared anymore.

“Yes.”

Eddie’s free hand comes up to rest on his cheek. Not to pull him in for a kiss like Steve thinks for a second, but just to hold him. Maybe in another universe they’re kissing. In this one, Eddie is cradling him like he’s something precious. It feels even more intimate.

“You’re doing nothing to convince me that you’re not a fallen fucking star, though, Stevie.”

Steve laughs softly, sounding almost giddy to his own ears, and lifts his hand into Eddie’s hair.

His tone shifts when he continues. “I’m not even entirely sure you’re real right now.”

Along with Eddie's tone there was a shift in the very fabric of the universe that leaves Steve breathless. He swallows and angles his face closer to Eddie’s, feeling brave because Eddie is still here, still talking like that, and maybe, maybe…

“I’m real, Eds,” he breathes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” And it feels like he’s saying more than that. So much more. “Are you?”

Eddie nods again, bringing his face even closer until their noses are touching and he breathes a tiny, “Very,” against Steve’s lips.

And then, covered by the kindest glow of the stars above them, Steve claims Eddie’s lips in the softest, slowest, most genuine kiss.

for @withacapitalp in the hopes that you'll have a kind and gentle day, or something to come to that could feel like a hug 🤍

#steddie #steddie fic #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #stranger things fic #dio words #hi i know this isn't really a surprise anymore bc i asked if it was okay to write you something but uh. surprise anyway?#i hope this is okay #feel free to ignore this if it's not your jam but i still hope you have a nice day and take this moment to breathe <3 #also hc that steve is really into stars but can't keep up with the physics involved so he's a bit like me and just smiles up at them always #oh yeah they’re on Weather Top but no sentence of me mentioning that worked bc my languages were misbehaving

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starrylevi · 9 months

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hello, can you do headcanons about Levi having a crush on a shy reader. She/her pronouns plz, thank you ~

💫 He first notices you in a group setting. Everyone else is speaking but you. It intrigues him since everyone is always so eager to show off.

💫 When you’re first introduced to him he can tell you’re intimidated by him and he doesn’t know why (at first) but it upsets him.

💫 Levi would admire you from afar at first, watching you and your mannerisms. He notices how you try not to take too much space, how it takes you a while to jump into conversation but even when you do jump in you don’t say much. He observes you more than he should.

💫 Levi tries to treat all of the scouts equally but he can’t. He’s cold to literally everyone else but you. He can’t just treat you like anyone else, especially when you��re you. Not with your sweet face, your pretty eyes, your bashful smile….he’s a sucker.

💫 When you’re in the room, Levi does his very best to not look at you. Because if he does, he won’t be able to stop. But one day he slips up and just gazes at you. He takes in the features of your beautiful side profile. You must have felt him because you quickly glance at him, one eye widening before averting his gaze. He doesn’t miss the light pink that tints your cheeks after the brief interaction.

💫 He stands up for you whenever you need it. You don’t even have to ask him. Someone’s being mean to you? Someone made an inappropriate joke? Someone’s not listening to you? The captain makes sure you’re taken care of.

💫 When you both end up being in the same room the man is terrified. But he keeps on making his tea as if you’re not even there. He doesn’t want to freak you out. That is until you ask for the sugar that happens to be next to him. He panics internally but he passes it over to you, not wanting to look you straight in the eye because he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

💫 The man watches you a lot and he hates it, he feels so creepy. But he’s observed you so much that he knows when you’re having trouble learning something new or are having trouble getting the hang of something but you’re too shy to ask for help, he’ll pretend to act like he’s just walking around when he notices you struggling. “How’s it going, soldier?” You’ll quietly tell him the issues you’re having and he’s quick to help. It happens often enough that if you lock eyes with him, he knows to go over to you.

💫 He tries not to touch you unless it’s absolutely necessary. He doesn’t let anyone touch you either, unless you’re okay with it. How does he know if it’s okay or not? You’ve gotten comfortable enough with him to have an unspoken agreement. His gaze will meet with yours and he can tell if you’re fine with something by a subtle expression or a slight nod of yours.

💫 He puts you on his squad so he can help you develop your skills comfortably (and the closer you are, the easier it is to protect you).

💫 He knows you hate asking for things but he would do anything you ask him to, within reason. If your gear needs to be repaired or you need a new uniform, he makes sure he sees to it.

💫 He’s careful with how much he pushes you during training.

💫 You trust him more than anyone else and he doesn’t take that responsibility lightly.

💫 Your quiet and shy demeanor activates his protective nature. He has an innate need to protect you all of the time. It consumes him all day, everyday. And he loves and hates it.

#I’m sorry this took so long #I hope this is okay #🫠#levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi drabble #levi headcanons #levi x shy!reader #ask

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stick-ball · 5 months

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pspspspsp Kevin's trauma and his choice to stay with Thea, why her why not someone else? How does it work considering his characters as whole books/ec , does it make sense or just feel "random"

This responce has been sped up by the people who asked Nora on twitter to break Kevin and Thea up, making me see red KillBill style, so:

For me, Kevin's and Thea's relationship makes perfect sense. Maybe it's the realist in me, maybe its the idealist in me, I don't care. When it comes to Kevin's traumas, I think that since most people can't really relate to a majority of them, they get all hung up on the one they most definately can, as in, his mommy issues. When we relate to something, it becomes a really big deal. And here we go! Thea/Kevin suddenly is feared to be toxic instead of being seen for what I think it is: finding love in a hopeless place.

The main issue i see discussed is the disproportion of power at the beginning of the relationship. The main concern is the age difference. I personally don't really get the hate about the age gap between them, because if you read the extra content you will know that while they met when Kevin was 14 and Thea 18, it's not like anything happened between them at that age? First, Kevin saw her as an impressive player, when he did actually see her. That wasn't all that often bcs from what I understand from the EC, Kevin and Riko trained with the Ravens sometimes before they joined the team but a big part of their training happened without them, as well as their life growing up was more detached from the Uni students than people seem to think. And honestly, do you think Tetsuji would just let all the freshmen know they signed into the Yakuza sportsTM? Methinks not, but be delulu if you want I guess. 💋

So anyway, from the EC, it seems like Kevin had a crush slowly build up for Thea over the years, growing from his appreciation of her skill and athletism. Considering how cold that guy is, it probably took him some time to realise, after his irritation at her romances (yeah hello she was dating people her age when Kevin was mooning for here as a pathetic teenage boy, bye bye Thea haters) with other teammates started having nothing to do with the fact it could result in the teams distraction during the game, bcs of their hormones and feelings, and turned to conscious jelousy. And here I have to applaud young Kevin because he did not even realise he was distracted from the game by being jealous. Knowing how oblivious Kevin can be about non exy issues, it likely took quite a while.

So what's next? The "getting together"? Kevin and Thea only started having a sort of physical relationship when Kevin and Riko were already freshmen for Edgar Allan, at 18/19.

Whoever wants to fight me on this being a toxic age gap, what exactly is your angle?

Anyway, Kevin was the one to initiate their relationship, after Riko was done with his distraction from the game and his focus on picking fights with Thea, and told him to sleep with her and get it out of his system. (And that's how i met your mother.) It wasn't much more than that for a long time, because having a relationship on a 12 hrs day/night full of training and uni and juggling two other teams on top of that as well as celebrity status literally sounds like the most insane schedule ever, so it's insane they even managed to talk privately at all.

Now, we circle back to the question, why Thea? Why not someone else? Well, first and fucking foremost, because Nora Sakavic said so. Second of all, because Jung and Freud weren't as stupid as imternet memes would have you believe. (Read their books, read all the books please, i can rec you like a 100 psychology texts, dont be shy)

To keep it short, we do base our attraction on the role models we have, one way or another. I saw enough of my friends pick partners that have the exact character quirks that make them just slightly like an after image of their guardians. Kevin doesn't really have a father model, but his mother? She's always going to be a huge part of his life, is it really so weird and dangerous, that he got infautated with a strong, driven, 4 years older woman, who's incredibly talented and just as determined as him? I don't think so. Is it unhealthy? Is it unsafe? As much as life is, I guess, no one is perfect, but I think he could've done much much worse for himself.

Why did Kevin decide to stay with Thea? I would find it pretty obvious, because she doesn't actually need him. She built herself, but she wants him. Even if she will never have the same fame and recognition in her career that he does. Being wanted this way must be really new for Kevin, who was always a trophy to show off because of his legacy, always a property. But Thea is not competing with him, she doesnt want to own him either. I believe his mother is as much of a role model to her, as to him. So, they have sex, when they want to, they talk - when they feel like it. They don't, well fucking fine, so they don't, they fall in love anyway. It's okay if exy comes first in the beginning, considering both spent a lot of time in cult mentality, I think neither is all that bothered as long as its not obsessive (we could discuss how reasonable it was of Kevin to ghost her for over a year and not tell her about how he broke his hand but thats a whole other essay).

What's really wild to me, is that I think the power imbalance in this relationship is the opposite of what many may think.

Kevin holds all the cards. Thea joined the Ravens as a 18 years old talented athlete, she was one of the only girls on the team, and the Nest was not a place to make friends, on top of that it was a mafia cult. She had everything to prove there, and no way of being prepared for all the grooming. On top of that, she knew nothing of the Moriyamas or even of what actually went down with the whole Perfect Court thing. Kevin knew everything, on top of that, up until he left, he had nothing to prove. He ghosted her, is it so hard to believe she accepted his cold shoulder in this dynamic, in which she obviously is not at the top of the foodchain? He kept secrets from her, is it really so hard to believe she was angry? I think neither of them was ready for neither what life at the nest was like, or for a relationship when it happened, but I also think they are incredibly lucky that they have eachother, their shared passion for exy, their daughter, their dog and friends from the dog park who can't talk about exy to save their lives.

I think Kevin was incredibly lucky for finding Thea, because maybe she did not know everything, maybe it wasn't easy for them, but they understood that Rikos death wasn't a one dimensional victory, that it was just as much of a tragedy for them, for Kevin. I'm happy with the canon and I wish more people appreciated this ship, as its very soothing.

As an ending fun fact, did you know I am the only person to make a playlist for Thea Muldani in all of spotify? Pretty insane if you ask me.

#i hope this is okay #i dont have the brainpower for big words left #but this essay is like a thrid of what i have to say about them xd #i refrained from adding citations to ec bcs this is just a fandom thesis #phenomental #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #kevin day #thea muldani #kevin and thea meta #thea muldani meta #kevin day meta #nora sakavic #best ask ever

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teainthesnow · 10 months

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anyway I'm still having emotions about the Cass Apocalyptic series by @somerandomdudelmao so I needed to colour this scene

#cass apocalyptic series #rottmnt #I hope this is okay #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise fanart #rottmnt fanart #uncle tello #tarts&crafts #cas fanwork part 6!#I think #eyestrain

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just-another-author-i-guess · 2 years

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If you’re comfortable judd fic where it’s the reader’s first time

This was actually the first smut I’ve ever written.. I hope it’s readable lmao

(I apologize in advance for the filth you’re about to read)

Tags: fem! Reader, it’s literally just porn with no plot, they just fuck lmfao, Judd has a big dick, 👀, reader is a virgin, like her and Judd has never done anything but make out, please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with that kinda stuff (:

Authors note: ngl, I’m a bit proud of myself for writing my first smut^^ hopefully I’ll get to write more in the future, it’s kinda fun,, I hope you also enjoy it! As I’ve done with the other Judd fics, I’ll recommend you read THIS first. It’s not totally necessary for this one, but if you want more of a backstory you can read it

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Smut under the cut!

You were watching one of those early 2000s gory horror movies, where half the plot is just sex scenes

And when the third pair of lovers decided to get it on, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Judd

He was looking at the screen with a blank face, eyebrows furrowed slightly in annoyance at the couple on the screen

As if on cue, your hormone monstress, Connie, appeared, curling around you and urging you to reach out to Judd

He was quick to notice you staring, cocking an eyebrow at you

“What. Too much for you?” He grunted, his deep voice a nice contrast to the shrill voice of the woman on screen

You crossed your arms, sitting up on your knees and facing him directly. “Shut up.”

He grinned, eyes darting to were your arms were crossed, unintentionally pushing your chest up and letting Judd get a generous view of your cleavage

“C’mere,” he muttered, beckoning you to sit between his legs on the bed

You reluctantly agreed, throwing yourself down on his lap making him let out an ‘oomph’ sound, scowling at you

“Fucking asshole.” He growled, as you giggled, situating yourself in his lap

“You love it, fuckface.”

He grunted in response, placing his hands on your hips and shifting you until you were pressed right up against his back, legs tangled with his

You curled into him, leaning your head on his shoulder as you continued to watch the movie

Connie had backed off a little, entertaining herself somewhere behind you

It had barely been 5 minutes, when Judd began moving his hands, gently lifting up your shirt and letting his hands run over the soft skin of your waist and stomach (Unbeknownst to you, Maury was urging him on the same way Connie was with you)

You shivered from the touch, leaning further into him

His cold hands grew bolder, tracing the waistline of your pants and running up over your bra

Your heartbeat quickened and your breath became slightly heavier

The two of you had made out before and he had groped your tits on multiple occasions, but something about this felt different

More intimate

You subconsciously arched into his touch and his fingers got rougher, pulling at your bra to get it off and you happily obeyed, much to Judd’s and both hormone monster’s delight

You sat up, pulling away from him for a moment to pull off your shirt

Judd groaned in excitement, immediately unhooking your bra and pulling it off, before moving you around so you were face to face and straddling him

“Such a pretty girl,” he mused, reaching for your boobs

You breathed out heavily when he squeezed the mounds, thumbs gently rubbing over your nipples until they were perky and aching

He bend forward, nosing up and down your neck before finding a place to bite down

Your breath hitched and you whined quietly, leaning into him

He grinned lowly, almost sinisterly as he licked up and down your neck, lathering it with bites and hickeys

He lives in a v e r y sex positive household, and honestly doesn’t give two shits if anyone were to see the marks he leaves on you

In fact, he makes sure to mark you up as much as possible in hopes that someone will see and get fucking jealous

You shift your hips, accidentally pressing down on his dick just right

He growls and grabs your hips, repeating the motion harder each time, until his dick is fully hard and proudly tenting in his pants

At this point, Connie and Maury had backed off, just enjoying the show with smug faces

You let out a series of breathless ‘oh’s every time he drags your clothed pussy over his bulge, the fabric of your panties dragging so, so nicely over your clit

He parted from your neck, capturing your mouth with his

You couldn’t help but moan sultrily into his mouth, as you tasted the Jack Daniels lingering on his tongue

He squeezed your hips and licked into your mouth in slow, long strokes

He pushed you backwards as he kissed you, laying you down on the bed hovering over you, slotting himself between your legs

He parted from you, taking a moment to look down at you and admire the sight in front of him

Lips swollen, eyes glazed over and chest heaving, he grinned at you smugly

“J-Judd you prick, do something,” you breathed and his grin widened in a slightly sinister way

“Maybe I will. If you ask nicely, bitch”

You whined his name as he began to play with your tits again, this time switching between licking and sucking on each of them, fingers gently trailing the waistband of your pants.

“Pl-please!” You choked out, pathetically clutching the sheets

“Please what?” He teased, releasing your breasts

Your face burned hot in embarrassment, but the throbbing of your clit and the feeling of your soaked panties clinging to your cunt shattered what little pride you had left

C’mon baby, tell him! Tell him you want his dick! Connie urged you on from somewhere behind you

“Judd, I-I need you.. please- I- just- please do something!” You wailed, wiggling your hips in emphasis

“Good.” He grunted, popping the button on your pants. “Drop the fucking attitude and beg like a good girl,”

You clenched around nothing at his words, and you felt an embarrassing amount of wetness spread in your underwear

Judd could honestly say he was the happiest he’s ever been, as he peeled off your pants and wet underwear

Breathing rigged when he saw your pretty little pussy, all swollen and twitchy from his teasing

His jaw clenched and he let out a heavy breath through his teeth, teetering on the edge of self control as he fought the urge to bury himself in you right away, finally relieving his now aching cock

Maury was barking orders at him, he sent his hormone monster a glare, before continuing with the task at hand

As much as he wanted to, the tiny part of his brain that was still functional screamed at him to make your first experience a pleasurable one

Judd has a big dick and he knows it (cmon his fucking dad even talked about it in that one episode)

So the least he could do was prep you a little beforehand

He scooted back, laying down between your legs, his head only a few centimetres from your pretty little pussy

“J-Judd..” you stammered, gently grabbing his hair and turning his attention to your flushed face

He grunted in response, finding it hard to focus on anything but your cunt

“I-I’m a little nervous, I think..” you mumbled, twisting a strand of his half-blue-half-black hair around your pointer finger

Judd’s expression softened, and his cocky grin turned more genuine

He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, raising himself up and leaning over your body till his lips met your jaw

He gently nibbled at it before moving up to brush his lips over your ear

“You’ll do so well, pretty girl. Don’t worry. It will feel so, so good. I promise.” He whispered gravely into your ear, biting and blowing on your earlobe before retreating and laying down to face your pussy again

A strong shiver went up your spine and you grabbed his hair again for leverage

Slowly, he nosed at your cunt, spreading your folds slightly

You let out an embarrassingly loud whine when his nose bumped against your neglected clit

Your walls fluttered around nothing again, making you wish he would just do something about the emptiness inside you

Suddenly, he dived in

Spreading your folds with his fingers before licking into you like a man starved

You bucked into his mouth, gasping and writhing

“Judd..!” You stuttered. “Feels so.. ah! Feels so.. good!”

He growled into your cunt, the vibrations sending toe-curling pleasure through your body

The loud squelching sounds almost drowned out the screams of whoever got murdered in the movie, Judd looked over at the screen for a second and smiled when some chick was pierced with a meat hook

He licked deeper into you, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a never ending mantra of ‘Judd’s and ‘please’

He couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted, groaning and humping the mattress like a madman as he felt your pussy get tighter and tighter

He parted from you with a sultry moan, a disappointed sob died out in your throat as he suddenly nudged two fingers into you

They were long and reached so deep they hit a spongy spot inside of you that made you wail and cry out “Judd! Right there! Please, p-please! Right there..!”

When he made a come hither motion and pressed his thumb to your clit, you were completely gone

All you could remember was his name as you continued to cry out to him over and over again

He grinned wickedly. “Damn. So fucking wet, and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he muttered as a pool of slick began to wet the bed underneath you

You gasped as he spread his fingers in a scissoring motion, clenching down hard on them

He let out the loudest groan yet, replacing the the finger on your clit with his mouth and spreading your legs further

Your tummy tightened, warmth spreading throughout your entire body

You were a sobbing mess, grabbing onto his hair more forcefully and pressing him harder into your cunt as you continued to climb towards your orgasm

Judd moaned again, lower face now completely coated in your juices

If you weren’t so far gone, you would have been beyond embarrassed to make such a mess

“I-I’m- Judd!- I’m!- I..!” You wailed loudly as you came, feverishly pulling Judd’s hair as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm

He lapped up everything you gave him, growling at the way you clenched around his fingers, his fat cock so hard to the point it almost hurt

Fucking shit, he couldn’t wait to be buried in your tight little cunt

You mewled and wiggled your hips as the aftershocks of your orgasm turned to overstimulation

“Judd..” you whined, pulling at his hair to move his mouth away from your abused clit

It took him a while to register what you wanted, being too mesmerised with the way your cunt sucked in his fingers so tightly

For a moment he pondered if he should stretch you out more, before the throbbing of his cock won him over and he decided that you were wet enough to take him

“That wasn’t so bad, was it? You think you’re ready for my cock now?” He asked as he parted from your pussy, licking his fingers clean before unbuttoning his jeans

He leaned over you again, letting out a relieved groan in your ear when his dick was freed from his pants, leaving his thin boxers as the only barrier between you

“Y-yes. Please, Judd..” you muttered quietly, pussy continuing to clench around nothing, seemingly not satisfied enough with the orgasm you just had

He laughed, voice raspy and low. “So now you’re all desperate, huh? Such a desperate little slut,” he huffed, caressing your cheek

You leaned into his touch, rubbing your cheek against his palm and wiggling your hips against his

He grunted as your wet pussy dragged across his clothed dick, coating the fabric of his boxers in your slick

He huffed at you, pulling your hair and turning your face to the side to expose your neck

“Behave, bitch.” He muttered as he nosed along your neckt, sucking on the few spots he missed before

You honestly didn’t give a shit what he said to you, as long as he filled you up as soon as possible

You moaned his name, begging him to just fill you already and he finally gave in

He sat up on his knees, pulling his shirt off and pushing his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free

Your eyes almost bulged out of your eyes, if he hadn’t been so incredibly horny he would have found your expression hilarious

He grinned wolfishly, looking down at you with a dark glint in his eye as the sound of a chainsaw roaring from the horror movie behind you cut through the room

“You think you can take it, baby?”

You nodded dumbly, not sure what else to say you stared at his thick cock

Honestly you weren’t sure if even the flushed tip would fit, but you would be damned if you didn’t give it a try

Connie was cheering you on, gently petting your hair as she encouraged you

His dick was so long, and so thick and all you really wanted was to reach out and touch it

It was pale, like the rest of him, with pretty veins running up the sides and the only thing you thought about was leaning forward and licking up the precum that coated his flushed head

Your cunt clenched at just the thought alone and you mewled again, reaching for him with grabby hands

“Yeah? Use your words, dumbass.” He said, leaning over you again

“You’re so mean..” you whined, refusing to meet his eyes as your cheeks burned with embarrassment

He grabbed your hair again, roughly turning your head and forcing you to look at him

“Do you want me to fuck you then, huh? Like a good little slut? Or should I leave your pussy empty, I can go finish myself off if you don’t need it-“

“N-No!” You sobbed out, tears of embarrassment and pleasure streaming down your face as you reached for him

“Please! Fuck me already Judd!” You wailed, shifting your hips up again and brushing your cunt over his hard dick

He grinned in delight, letting go of his tight hold on your hair to lift your leg over his shoulder

He brought his hand to your face and gently wiped your tears away with his thumb, biting your jaw gently

“Shh, pretty girl. I got you.” He whispered huskily, rubbing his cock up and down your folds to gather as much slick as possible

You sighed in relief, grabbing onto his shoulders and readying yourself

You cried out as the fat head of his cock finally nudged it’s way inside your hole, stretching you out in a way you had ever felt before

“Oh-oh my god!” You whined, nails scraping over Judd’s shoulders, threatening to break the skin

He continued a bit further, finding it easier than expected to breach your walls with how goddam wet you were

He was only about halfway in when you started to feel overly stuffed, whining and clenching around his cock as you felt like you were being ripped in half

“C’mon, pretty girl. Just a bit more,” Judd grunted out, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips

You nodded, not really comprehending what he was saying as he continued to push in

It hurt, a couple more tears slid down your face as you slowly got used to the burning stretch

It felt like an eternity before he bottomed out, balls sitting flush against your ass

Both hormone monsters cheered like crazy, Connie gushing about how you finally got your cherry popped but the two of you were far too gone to care

Judd groaned loudly, enjoying how warm and soft you were

Fitting him so snugly, as if you were made to be fucked by him

You looked down and almost choked when you saw how your lower belly bulged, the outline of his cock visible

You gasped as Judd cursed. “Fucking damnit!” He growled, removing a hand from your hip to press down on your belly

You both moaned in unison at the feeling, Judd resting his forehead on your shoulder as you clawed at his back

He waited a while to move, momentarily scared he would actually break your little cunt if he did anything too fast

Your slick dripped from his cock to his balls, creating a pool underneath you

“You’re so warm..” he grunted, gently starting to move out

The first few thrusts were slow and experimental, until he was mentally hanging on by a threat and he couldn’t stop himself from slamming into you. Hard.

All air left your lungs, and you let out a hybrid between a wheeze and a moan as you felt his cock trying to square up with your cervix

You couldn’t stop your loud wails as he rammed into you, fucking you with absolutely all his might and the only thing you could do was cling to him for dear life

His pelvis rubbed your clit with each thrust, his hands holding your hips so tight you were sure there would be bruises later

You clenched around him uncontrollably, digging your heels into his back and thighs spasming as you suddenly came for a second time

Wailing his name loudly as he groaned into your shoulder, biting down to keep himself from cumming just yet

“B-Bitch!” He cursed as you lifted his head up to suck on his neck feverishly, leaving marks to match your own

He fucked you through your orgasm, continuing to ram into your spongy spot over and over as the bed creaked and moaned beneath you

You only got wetter, the room filling with squelching noises to drown out the movie as he fucked you more viciously

“Who’s pretty cunt is this?” He groaned, pulling your hair for a third time to get you focused on him

Sweat dripped from his brow, his eyes were blown out and his sharp jaw was clenched in a pained scowl, you moaned loudly at the sight

Heart beating faster at the sight of your handsome boyfriend

“I asked you a question, bitch,”

Your mouth opened again when you finally registered what he was saying, wailing out his name over and over again

He rewarded you with a few hard thrusts before his cock stilled again

You whined his name in disapproval

“Good girl. I’ll let you come one more time, fuck, come for me again,”

You shook your head, nails digging into his skin

“I-I can’t!” You cried out as he pressed a thumb to your swollen clit

He didn’t let up, thrusting his cock into you and rubbing at your clit relentlessly until you were crying and begging for release again

“Please, please, please, please! Hmng!” You sobbed, cunt getting impossibly tighter around him

“Feels so good- I’m gonna- im gonna-“

He pressed down on you belly again, thrusts getting erratic as he neared his own end

“Come, bitch.”

And like that you were gone, sobbing and and clutching him tightly as you came for a third time, scratching at his back until you felt caked blood under your nails

A small part of you felt bad, but as you dived straight into your third orgsam of the evening you were way too far gone to care

He let out a string of curses and grunts, quickly pulling out and coming all over your belly

You watched him with a dazed expression, dick in hand and head hung low in pleasure as he let out the most endearing sounds

Your breath hitched, and if you weren’t about to pass out you honestly could have jumped him again

“Fuuuuuck..!” He groaned, flopping down on the bed besides you

You quickly cuddled up to him, rubbing your face against his naked, sweaty chest

You couldn’t stop yourself from deeply inhaling, finding comfort in his sweaty scent

Both your hormone monsters had disappeared, giving you some privacy in the afterglow

“Judd,” you whimpered after a few minutes of silence

He groaned in response, squeezing your hip

“I’m all sticky..” you said. He grunted, not saying anything as he got up, pulled his pants up and exited the room, coming back in a few moments later with a damp cloth and a clean shirt

He was quiet again as he got to work, wiping his cum off your tummy and thighs, before carefully cleaning your sensitive pussy

You laid back and just stared up at him, too spent to move

He met your eyes for a moment, eyes scanning over your flushed and tear-stained face, ruined makeup running down and gathering under your chin

“You’re so damn cute.” He muttered, before going back to cleaning

Maybe it was the post-nut clarity, but he really did mean that

Your face flushed again, somehow way more embarrassed by getting a compliment than literally being dicked down

He finished cleaning you up, lifting your limp body up and gently positioning you propped up against the pillows

He sat down besides you, helping you into the nice, clean shirt he brought and you couldn’t help but smile as you realised you were wearing one of his shirts

“Thank you, Judd.” You sighed happily, burying your face in the pillows

“Whatever. Get some rest, shithead.”

You only hummed in response, scooting closer to him as he laid down besides you

“Ooh, lovebirds! Dinner’s ready!” Your eyes widened and you immediately sat up upon hearing Mrs. Birch’s voice from downstairs

Oh my god. You buried your face in your hands.. you had completely forgot all about Judd’s family being home

Judd’s room was pretty isolated.. they couldn’t have heard that much, right?

“Fucking bitch..” Judd scowled, finding the nearest shirt on the floor and throwing it on

“Oh my god. Shit! What the fuck!” You exclaimed, rummaging the bed for your long forgotten pants and panties

“Where the hell..” Judd held up your panties with a triumphant grin, pocketing them just as you reached out to grab them

“Asshole! Give me those.” You demanded, holding out your hand to him

“No. Get your pants on, c’mon we’re leaving.” He said in his usual dark tone as he threw you your pants

You groaned. “Fuck you.”

“You just did that. Put your pants on.” You rolled your eyes at him, pulling on your pants before standing up on shaking legs

You grabbed his shoulder for support and he sneered

“What. You can’t walk now?” He snickered

You glowered at him “Shut your goddamn mouth, Judd Birch.”

He sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist for support as the two of you excited the room

Thank you for making it this far! I hope you enjoyed my attempt at writing smut~

Anyways, if you’d like to request more Judd Birch or something else, you can do it HERE

Love, author

#i hope this is okay #judd birch is so hot help #judd birch x reader #judd birch smut #judd birch #smut #big mouth x reader #big mouth #i’m going to hell

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elpida · 22 days

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Eden O'Connor was many things and tonight jaw dropping was one of them. She had no expected an invitation to something like this but she supposed that if he needed someone on his arm, then she was a good option. It couldn't possibly be a date after all, could it? She normally wore soft colours but tonight? She was a vision in red and she truly looked like an old hollywood beauty. The red dress was tight, it truly hugged her figure, emphasized that tiny waist of hers and the divine curve of her hips, pulling onto one shoulder at the top and knee length at the bottom, modest and yet entirely feminine. It wasn't cheap, it wasn't tacky and it certainly wasn't the frilly, over the top pieces half the women here wore to be flamboyant. Eden looked completely timeless.

Her black hair swept back from one shoulder and falling forward in large waves on the other, her lips painted a red just two shades darker than her dress. She even wore heels and she hated heels but when Angelo said charity event, she knew the brief, she'd catered these things more than once. The reason she chose to meet him here though was down to the fact she didn't own a dress like this, she went panic shopping and.. spent more on it than she should have, dipped into the savings she'd been putting aside for him but it'd be worth it, to see the look on his face, right? She hoped. In truth she wanted him to feel on top of the world, with her on his arm but she'd walked in and every gaze fell to her. The sweetest part was she barely realised, she was just searching the crowd of people for him.

She swayed her hips as she walked, too many here would be hungry for a woman that looked as lovely as she did. A waiter stopped her to offer her a drink, even crouching slightly for her to take a champagne flute which she thanked him for and then when she spotted Angelo, she wore the widest smile. She truly did not realise how dangerous everyone int his room was. She was in a den of vipers. "I'm so sorry I'm late Angelo, it was a little further than I thought." she spoke softly as she approached, given she waited so she didn't interrupt his conversation. It took longer than she thought... she'd walked here. Not a date, she reminded herself, definitely not a date. "I'll warn you now, I'm not a very good dancer."

@wiinestories !

#eden&angelo #eden interactions #I HOPE THIS IS OKAY #I HAD TO SET THE SCENNEEE

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bubblingcolaa · 16 days

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Is it normal for you to draw your mutuals.? Because uh..

@kitfyy and @c-sharpp !!

Cade's is based off of the picrews

Kit's is based off of his pfp!

#i hope this is okay #i drew these in school i stead of paying attention #there's a doodle of simon #i have no clue how to draw johnny cade guys #i read the outsiders a long time ago (a year)#CADE AS A COWBOY #i forgot i was gonna add color #oh well

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rosewood-cafe · 2 months

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Asra x f!Reader

The Fox and the Fool

This is my first fanfic I've done in a while. Hope you guys enjoy it :) agnst ofc, fanfic down below.

There you were instead of him. His name lingered in the back of your mind, almost like a whisper. You sat in the seat where a very important and wicked man just once was, Count Lucio, you thought to yourself. Slamming your hands onto the golden clothed table for support, you let out a string of chest rattling coughs. Ashy black smoke escaped your lungs as you took in a well needed breath, Air, you needed air. Your calloused hands, thinner than you recognized, tinted with a sickly red and black from the corruption that onced consumed you. Began slowly disappearing, peeling off of your skin, as if repulsed by you, what you are now. Eyes wide, you studied the room you were in and the people who were seated at the table.

You were in a large unfimilar room, on the dark maroon walls hung sconces freshly lit. You look onto the large golden cloth table to see a rotting feast of food, littered with half eaten meals that were infested with squirming maggots and flies. Your stomach churned at the grotesque meal, and you swallowed the bile that threatened to climb up your throat. Trying to direct your attention to anything else but the 'feast' layed before you, you looked at the centerpieces. On the table were large white candles that were expelling a thick red smoke, a spell you thought. Gold plates line down the never-ending surface of gold cloth and a half empty chalice that sat in front of you.

Turning your attention away with disgust and confusion, you began to look at the guests in the room. Only to be accompanied by startled faces all staring back at you. Familiar to you at one time, but now their faces and names you once spoke and cherished faded from you. Your head felt heavy and light all at once, vision blurry, you began to try and focus on your hearing.

A voice called out for you, cutting through the thick fog of your mind. "Y/n?" Pain struck you, as if remembering them or yourself was just too much for you to bear. The figure rose and rushed over, now crouching beside you, steadying you before you fell over from the pain and panic. Those wild white curls, lilac eyes brimming with tears, skin that looked as if forged from the very sunset sky itself. You know them. You racked your brain for their name. Staring at them, not daring to blink, fearing that he would be lost again.

"A-asra?" You said in a low, ragged tone. Tears began to flow freely from him as if you shattered the spell, keeping him calm. Asra quickly began muttering out apologies between shaky breaths and sobs. "It really is you!" He said in almost disbelief. You dropped to your knees, discarding the chair to the side as you pulled Asra into a tight embrace. You remember him, you actually remember him! Tears fell from your (e/c) eyes that you didn't know you were holding in. You have been in his arms like this a thousand times before. He completed you in every way imaginable. Being in his arms now gave you only a temporary calm. Where were you?... What happened?

You two sobbed into each other arms, peppering kisses all over each other while still crying out. "Asra, where have you been all this time?! I've missed you so much, I know we were arguing, but -" you halted, as memories came flooding back, bringing along another painful throb to your head. "I...I was dead?" More tears escaped your eyes as if you could not believe your own words. "The plague? I died from the plague, I-" your voice quivered at the realization of what you endured. The loneliness, the pain, and where was he? You turn to Asra looking for answers but were only met with sad and guilty eyes

"(Y/N)." He said and paused, silence."W-What did you do?" You whispered to him after a moment, frightened. "Nothing I wouldn't do again." He said in a half smile, "Asra?..." Another wave of agony fell over you. You collapsed onto your side, grasping at your head, screaming. The headache only grew worse with the information you were given. Vision and hearing started leaving you now as the cries of your beloved rang out. Then slowly, so very slowly, everything faded to black.

#the arcana #asra #asra alnazar #asra x reader #i tried #i hope this is okay #the arcana game #asra x apprentice #i might make this a series?

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secretpeaches · 11 months

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solo trip, part two

part one, part three, part four

idol bang chan x gn!reader

words: 4.5k

warnings: begins with some light angst but ends with fluff <3 reader is massively in denial, maybe too much mutual pining, some cursing, mentions of cheating

summary: strangers to friends to more than friends. reader finds out their partner cheated on them while traveling alone, chan helps them forget.

note: i decided to do a part two anyway because i cant stop thinking about this. i’ve been working on this on and off for like at least 2 weeks LOL there’s definitely going to be more parts because this is seriously so fun to write (for me anyway, i know its not perfect) i also went overboard and accidentally made this part super long LOL i hope its still bearable <3 thank u for reading my stuff

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you couldn't catch a wink of sleep the entire night after your encounter with chan. the combination of sadness, anger, stress, and excitement bottled up inside you just kept you restless, dozing off occasionally but never fully sleeping. sometimes you would cry and other times you'd pick up your phone to check the time and stare at chan's messages to you instead, wondering if you should send another text but not wanting to bother him.

inside your head, it was complete chaos.

you kept thinking of your ex partner. you still hadn’t returned their calls or texts, telling yourself you would just deal with it in the morning, but the anticipation was eating you alive. what were they doing right now? were they with the person they cheated on you with? it made your blood boil to think you could be thrown aside so easily. you didn't even want to give them the satisfaction of an interaction but you knew the issue must be dealt with and your relationship put to rest as soon as possible.

at the same time, you kept thinking of chan.

"stay strong!"

his voice echoed in your head and the entire encounter played in detail like a movie behind your closed eyes. you remembered him standing in front of you at the hotel telling you to stay strong. how he would jump to offer to help you, but stumble over his words when asking. you wanted to talk to him again and forget about everything. maybe talking to him would bring peace to your buzzing brain for a short moment so you could sleep. but it was god knows how late at this point, and you wouldn't dare disturb him, as he was probably already asleep himself.

but the more you thought of chan, the more you thought of the way his eyes reflected the city, and how his blush showed in his ears when he asked for your number. you'd be lying if you said your own heart didn't skip a beat at the memory. he agreed to see you again before your trip was over, but that was only three days away. you kept asking yourself if wanting to see him again after just being cheated on made you a terrible person, but you truly didn't have an answer. you didn't know how this was supposed to work, and you just wanted to forget all the bullshit and not cry anymore as if your conversations with chan were a mind numbing drug.

am i just like my ex-partner? they would never know, though. why should i care what they think? but i want to be the better person. these thoughts were tearing you apart, but why? chan is only your friend. a good friend who wants to help you out. that's all. friends want their friends to make them feel better when theyre sad, thats how it works, right?

this cycle of emotions repeated the entire night.

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chan didn't want you to know the truth about him, but he couldn't stop thinking about you.

he didn't want you to know he was an idol for fear that things would become weird between you. he ran through all the what ifs in his head and bounced between wanting to be your friend… and the other option. he couldn't even think it. besides, he wasn't allowed to date, so the way he was feeling was taboo regardless.

but still, you wouldn't leave his mind. the way your face lit up when you talked about your home, and your smile when you described the things you loved. he remembered seeing your cheeks wet with tears and eyes red from sobbing, and he still hours later found it hard to believe there was someone out there that would cause you this level of distress. he wanted to see your smile again. your smile was tainted with sadness then, but he wanted to see your real smile. he wanted to hear more of your stories and details of your life. he hardly knew you, but he wanted to know more. of all the people he met, and he met hundreds, no- thousands of people, in and outside of work, he never met anyone that made him feel this way.

chan returned to his dorm well after 3am. his phone had been blowing up with texts from his fellow groupmates asking where he was, why he hadn’t returned to the dorm yet, and if the police should be involved. he opted to ignore all of it and just explain himself in person. he wanted to sit in his head and relive his meeting with you for a little bit longer before he’d be back in the real world. he was greeted at the door by his 7 very concerned groupmates, jisung at the front.

"dude, you said you weren't going to stay at the studio tonight. we were gonna watch a movie tonight with everyone since we have no schedule tomorrow. what took so long?" behind him, changbin whined loudly about how they had been waiting that whole time.

"im sorry guys, i just," chan rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh, unable to think of any other excuse to cover his ass. "i got held up. you know how it is. but i'm here now so let's watch the movie!" he tried to push past them, avoiding answering the question and heading straight for the couch to start the movie, but everyone could immediately tell something was up. they all looked between each other silently, sharing a knowing glance at the suspicious behavior of their leader.

his members joined him on the couch for the movie, some sitting on the floor but most crowding the small couch definitely not meant for 8 people. they weren't going to bug him now about whatever happened, but they would definitely bring it up later.

throughout the movie, chan was distracted. he snuck glances at his phone, a small part of him hoping to see a notification with your name on it. he almost wanted to just send you a text, but figured you were asleep. he hoped you were asleep by now. he wasn't sure after everything that happened, knowing you were probably upset and hurting. he wanted to stay with you longer so that you wouldn't have to be struggling alone. at the same time, he didn't want to come off too strong after you just ended a relationship. he knew you needed time.

these thoughts plagued his mind for the remainder of the movie. even after all his group members were asleep around him, he stayed awake, staring up at the ceiling.

you were only here for three more days. he had to see you again somehow.

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in the morning, you got ready to leave for the day with your limited amount of sleep. you had already made plans to see your friends and you didn’t want to cancel anything just because of some bump in the road, even if it was more of a mountain than a bump. you had decided that you wouldn’t let this situation with your ex-partner ruin your trip, and you left them a wall of text explaining how your relationship was over as soon as your alarm went off for the day (even though you were already awake at that point). you were going to try your hardest to put on a smile for your friends, even if inside you wanted to just hole up in your hotel room for the remaining two days.

standing in front of your hotel’s bathroom mirror, you took a deep breath. your hands were still trembling from the overwhelming and wildly different emotions you’ve experienced over the past 12 hours, unsure of how the rest of your day would unfold. “you can do this.” you told yourself. “stay strong.” repeating chan’s words, you nodded to yourself.

your phone suddenly buzzed from next to you on the bathroom counter, the screen lighting up. your heart stopped, reading the text from the notification. it was as if you summoned him by the mere thought of him.

chan: how are you feeling today?

you quickly picked up your phone, almost dropping it in the process. you had no idea how to respond to such a simple question.

you: honestly?

you: not great, but better than yesterday

after hitting send, you bit the tip of your index finger and waited for a response. it was weird making new friends like this, it had been a long time since you even tried interacting with someone new for the first time.

chan’s response came quickly. the thought that you both may be sitting with your phones in hand, smiling at each other's texts waiting for a reply, gave you butterflies.

chan: thats good to hear! im glad youre feeling better at least

for chan, he was just as nervous as you, staring at his own message after he sent it. his mind was filled with uncertainty and anxiety, but he was on the edge of his seat in suspense waiting for your response nonetheless.

chan: are you busy today?

you: i’m going to eat lunch with some friends, but nothing after

you: i think tonight we’re going out. clubbing maybe?

there was a pause. the “typing” symbol appeared and disappeared a few times.

chan: if you need recommendations lmk

chan: i know all the good places

you: for lunch or for clubbing?

chan: you decide (;

you laughed out loud at his comment, the fluttering feeling returning with the damn wink he sent. by this point, you were sitting on the floor, back against the bathroom sink cabinets. you almost felt like you were in high school again, recalling the memories of giggling and kicking your feet while texting your crush for the first time.

crush? no way that just crossed your mind. chan is just a friend you made on your trip, and nothing more than that. you kept reminding yourself that chan was literally someone you just met, and you hadn’t even seen his face. the previous night, he had been wearing a black mask and a black hat, his face hard to make out in the dark. the only feature you remember was his eyes, peeking out from under his hat. its okay to admit they were pretty, right?

you: oh yeah?

you: how about both? ill take any and all suggestions

you looked at the time and realized you’d been sitting there a bit longer than you were supposed to. you jumped to your feet with an “oh shit” and gathered your things, rushing out the door to meet your friends.

once at the cafe agreed on by your group, you had no choice but to explain the entire ordeal of the cheating mess to them. upon seeing you, they didn't hesitate to point out your puffy eyes and mood that wasn’t as bright as when they saw you the day before. you really tried to make it not obvious but you must’ve been more transparent with your emotions than intended. you didn’t cry at the recollection like you had the previous night with chan, but the pain of the situation returned in your chest. it was comforting to hear the encouraging words of your friends, empathizing with your situation and ensuring they would make these last few days count. you were really grateful to them for their support on such a short trip.

“you know,” one of your friends piped up with a mouthful of food. “if we’re going drinking tonight, or clubbing or whatever, that’s like the perfect way to meet new people.” they raised an eyebrow at you.

“and forget about that piece of shit who hurt you. you deserve so much better, you know?” there was a murmur of agreement across everyone at the table.

“don’t you think it’s a bit too soon to be suggesting that? ” another chimed in, shaking their head disapprovingly at the comment.

you opened your mouth to speak but hesitated, not sure if you should detail what happened between you and chan to them. if they were talking about meeting new people, then why not? wouldn’t they be kind of proud that you’ve already made a new friend given the circumstances?

“i actually met someone last night.” everyone at your table gasped, a bit dramatically at that, leaning in closer as if you just dropped the hottest news of the year. they start throwing questions at you, talking over each other with who’s and how’s and where’s.

“oh my god, no way!”

“who is he? tell us everything!”

“what does he look like? did you get his number?”

you couldn’t possibly answer everyone at once. just as you opened your mouth to tell the whole story of last night, your phone buzzed from next to you on the table and everyone fell silent. once again, it was as if you spoke him into existence. nobody had to say a word, and each person at the table knew exactly who was texting you. each set of eyes in your group was on you, watching intently as you picked up your phone, reading the text from the notification like before. except, there was no text. your heart felt like it just flatlined inside your chest.

"it's a picture." you choked out, and there was a gasp in unison again as everyone scrambled around you to watch you open the message.

sure enough, chan had sent you a picture. a selfie of him outside, pointing to what looked like a restaurant in the background behind him. finally, you saw his face, and you didn't want to admit it, but he was quite attractive. actually, he was very attractive. his lips were turned up in a mischievous smirk, the hint of a dimple showing in his cheek. his face occupied only the bottom left part of the photo, emphasizing what he was pointing to, but you still couldn't help but look only at him. you had only seen his eyes before, but now that you were seeing all his features, you had no idea someone could be so good looking. he was once again wearing a black hat covering his dark hair, but this time his mask was hanging off his ear, implying he chose to quickly take off his mask before snapping the photo. it was so obvious that he just wanted to send you a selfie, as he could’ve absolutely just told you the name of the restaurant without an accompanying photo, but the corniness was cute. he…was cute. after the photo was another text.

chan: this place is my favorite. i always come here when i have some free time

chan typed out "we should go together" but deleted it, unable to bring himself to hit send. he had never been so bold in his life. more bold than anything he'd done in his career, and he wasn't sure if he was excited or anxious about that fact. staring at his phone as he walked, he bit the knuckle of his index finger through his mask as he waited for your response. was the selfie too forward? what if you didn't like it? his face was burning up with the slight embarrassment of showing you himself this way. he couldn't decide if he wanted to commit to just saying screw it or if he was regretting everything. he just wanted to get his coffee and go back to his dorm before someone noticed him out and caused a scene. he was lucky his managers let him go out for coffee alone because they trusted he could handle himself for thirty minutes.

once again, your friends all talked at once, raving over his good looks. you avoided agreeing out loud but you did agree.

"wait a minute," one of your friends leaned over your shoulder pointing to the screen. "isn't that… isn't that here? like, outside?"

your friend zoomed in on the restaurant in the background of the photo and sure enough, the cafe your group was currently sitting in was right above his finger.

"no way. no fucking way." you said flatly as you covered your mouth. "you're right."

it's as if the gods of fate were messing with you. or maybe it was all just a blessing in disguise that you might only recognize long after the fact.

"oh my god, what do i do?" your hand was still over your mouth as you tried to reason with the situation. your friends were still ogling over the picture on your phone that was no longer in your hands. you felt like your heart was beating in your ears. "doesn't that mean he could just walk in here any second-"

"then go! go find him outside!" there was a light push on your shoulder behind you as your group egged you on. "go, it's okay, we'll be here."

"woah, a-are you sure? i mean he's just a fr-"

"don't worry about that, just go!"

there was no time to argue, you grabbed your phone from the hands of your friends, scrambled to collect your things and shuffled hurriedly to the exit. the pressure from your friends to go out and find chan outside gave you no time to properly think about this decision. the light of the sun was blinding as you swung open the door. you barely had half a second to react to someone entering at the same time you were exiting, and you missed that window completely. without even a flinch, you collided with another body at full force, nearly knocking you both to the ground, their phone and your bag scattering across the pavement between you.

"o-oh my god, i am so sorry-" you began your apologies, bending down to pick up the dropped items strewn at your feet.

"...y/n?"

you froze. that voice. the same one that had been echoing in your mind since last night, telling you to be strong. the realization hit you like a bus.

"chan?"

lifting your head, you were met with the same eyes from the previous night. in the daylight, they shined even more, and you could've sworn you saw yourself in them. he had crouched in front of you to help pick up your belongings, but you didn't realize how close he was to you until you lifted your head and your eyes met his.

initially startled by the collision, when chan realized it was you who slammed into him and not just some random person, he was relieved. he thought there'd be no way he could see you again in such short notice, and here you were, meeting by pure chance.

however, this was possibly the worst time he could’ve run into you. anyone could recognize him as bang chan from stray kids at any moment. he wished he could just stop and talk again like he had with you before, but he couldn’t risk being noticed alone with a stranger in public for fear of any rumors or his company finding out. this was the moment he wished for since yesterday, but he couldn't indulge himself. for all he knew, someone could have already noticed him and could be taking his picture from afar at that very moment. yet, at the same time, he didn’t want you to think he was ignoring you by not interacting with you. the situation had him stunned. he had to make this quick.

you noticed his mask was back over his face, but you could still see him smile underneath. a part of you wished you could take it off so you could see the man from the selfie in person. you had to confirm if he was really so good looking with your own eyes, instead of leaving it to your imagination and the barrier of your phone screen.

chans face was burning. his mind was racing. he couldn't pick a single emotion to express. he hoped you couldn't see how red his face felt.

you, on the other hand, had no idea what to say, your own cheeks burning. especially since you had just tried to walk through him as if he was the door. you snuck a glance down to his shoulders, where your own frame just made hard contact with. his shoulders were broad, and though he was wearing a loose tshirt, you could tell he was pretty built. none of these details you noticed in the dark yesterday, but now it was clear.

"here, let me help you." chan was the first to break the silence and the growing tension, noticing your lack of words, and eyes that had wandered down below his own. your wandering stare didnt help the warmth in his face. he chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. "this is actually crazy. i can't believe we just ran into each other like this." he grabbed your bag from the ground, patting off the dirt before handing it back your way. "literally."

you lifted his phone and motioned it his way in exchange. you cleared your throat before speaking, reminding yourself that this was a real thing that was happening. "i-i know, i was really shocked when you sent that picture of the cafe." you laughed nervously as the both of you took your respective items and stood. "because i was already there."

"oh- really?" his eyes widened in surprise.

"did you just realize?"

"well you walked into me…" he shrugged sarcastically. "kinda made me forget where i was…"

"hey, it was an accident!" you whined playfully.

"kidding, im kidding!" he laughed as you slapped him on the arm. even now, your conversation was so natural. even with the tinge of awkwardness, it truly felt like you had met years prior. in the daylight, chan could see your face in detail and was amazed. were you this beautiful the night before? your smile as you laughed at his stupid sarcasm made his stomach jump. he could see the hints of your true smile he had been hoping for, the sadness he had noticed the previous night now almost gone. your eyes were no longer red or glossed over with tears, but instead bright, the sunlight showing bits of color. in the sun, your hair even showed strands of color that he didnt notice previously. the word beautiful wasn’t enough, he didn’t even know of a word to replace it.

when the conversation fell silent, you noticed he was just staring into your eyes as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t. as if there was something he wanted to express but didn’t have the right words. you found yourself lost in his gaze, trying to find the answer somewhere in his expression. 10 seconds of this awkward silence felt like 10 minutes, but you weren’t complaining.

he cleared his throat, changing the subject at the realization he was just staring at you. he had been standing around too long.

"well, i should probably get going-" he stated suddenly, his nerves getting the better of him.

"aren't you going inside?"

"right." shit. "actually, i just wanted to take a walk so i came this way to take the picture of the cafe as a recommendation. yes." he hated that he had to make an excuse, but there was no other option. "but i do need to get going, i'll text you, yeah?"

you found his words a bit strange but you trusted him. you gave him a smile and a small nod in response. you were a bit disappointed. you thought you would be able to sit with him the cafe, talk with him a bit more, but he seemed in a rush to leave. maybe he was nervous, or maybe he really did just have somewhere to be. at this point, you only had 2 more days and you were done feeling disappointed on this trip.

if that bullshit fate was real, then this was meant to happen. he was meant to find you out there last night, and you were meant to find him now. you wanted to see him and the universe magically presented him in front of you. you had to take the chance given to you or you would regret it forever.

as he turned to start walking, you stopped him abruptly with a hand to his arm. "hey, wait-"

you swallowed anxiously, as his attention was on you. "my friends and i are going out tonight, i think i mentioned it earlier, but um.. would you like to join us?"

you were gazing up at him with a hopeful sparkle in your eyes, your hand touching the bare skin of his arm sending an electric current through his body. it was a mindless action, but you could feel it too. his smile returned to his lips and without thinking of any of the possibilities or consequences, he agreed to your offer. he just wanted to spend more time with you.

“yeah.” he nodded. “yeah, i’d love to.”

"great!" your hand returned to your side and you grinned, your face lighting up. "i'll text you the details then!" you didnt think he would actually accept, but neither of you had any idea your feelings of wanting to spend more time with each other were shared. it had only been one day, and two interactions, but you couldnt deny the connection you shared. you asked yourself, this is what making friends is like, right? its normal to find your friends attractive. friends always have butterflies when they look into eachothers eyes…right?

you turned to go back into the cafe, giving chan a wave as you opened the door. he gave a small wave back as he watched you leave, and just like that, the moment was over and you were both back on your way.

chan was smiling the entire walk back to the dorms, staring at his shoes as he walked. he felt like his head was in the clouds. it wasn't until he was halfway to his dorm that he realized what he had just agreed to, and the severe impracticality of it. the reality of all this was that there was no way in hell he'd be able to meet you outside somewhere, even at night. meeting under the bridge that first night was a miracle because it was secluded. in his mind, you were expecting him to go meet somewhere in public with your group of friends. it just wasn't possible. regardless…he was going to do it anyway. even if it meant you finding out that he was a celebrity.

chan felt a buzz in his pocket, and he looked at his phone to see a message from you. he opened it quickly to see you had sent a selfie, and he almost tripped over his own feet. you were smiling, eyes in a wink and tongue poking out out from your lips. your fingers were formed into a peace sign next to your cheek.

you: it was nice seeing you again! see you later?

yes, you were a risk he was willing to take.

#oh god im nervous to post this #i hope this is okay #bang chan scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfics #bang chan x reader #bang chan #stray kids #skz #skz scenarios

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