#I love you hot girls love saw discord

[adamstanheightsleftshoulder]

go on, roll your eyes || adam stanheight

SMUT!!!!! (minors dni tq)

x afab!gn!reader | 2306 words

this is my first time um ever writing smut for public consumption so i would love to start off by saying i do not know what i am doing! eye yam raw dogging this <3

id also love 2 say ily 4ever hot girls love saw discord server for literally inspiring this whole thing,, enjoy spotting things we said in chat :3

Adam’s main goal is to make your eyes look directly into the back of your own head - conveniently, this is one of the things he does best. He barely has to try.

Doesn’t stop him from always giving it his all, though.

And he loves it. Loves it. 

Loves the way you lose yourself, the way your head falls back and you say his name like it’s the only part of reality your brain has held onto.

It happens when you’re at the mall - and God only knows why you’re even there, neither of you particularly like the mall - as he watches you in the afternoon sun from the skylight above. Watches you like you’re his world.

For all intents and purposes, it’s been a perfectly normal and sweet afternoon. 

“I’m just saying this mall wouldn’t have the reputation it does if anybody cleaned up after themselves,” You say, leaning on the food court table, “I mean look at that guy- five bucks says he gets up and leaves everything right where it is,”

“I’m not taking that bet, we both know you’re right,” Adam laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek, gentle smile on his face. 

You watch as the aforementioned guy stands up from where he was eating, wipes his hands on his pants, and abandons everything on his table - six steps away from a bin.

Time seems to slow down for Adam as you roll your eyes at the sight. His eyes glaze over - you, tangled in the sheets, twitching, on cloud 9. He feels like he’s there now, buried deep in you, filling you up, his teeth sinking into your collarbone and your nails in his back. 

His smile drops, his heart flutters, and… oh, there goes a rush of blood. How strange, such an innocuous motion can cause Adam to just about see stars.

“What’s up with you?” You ask, confused smile on your face. He doesn’t budge. He’s white knuckled, gripping the table. “Seriously, Adam, what’s going-“

But you recognise that look in his eyes. You know the way his breath stutters. 

Adam is falling apart. There is a tent growing under that table.

Suddenly a warm, trembling hand is on your wrist and you’re being dragged away from the table, leaving everything behind (and becoming the same as the person you were just mocking).

Before you really even register you’ve left the food court and entered somewhere else, your back is against a cool tiled wall and he’s pressed against you like he’s trying to crush you.

“God, you get me so worked up, you don’t even have to try,” His voice is a low rumble, halfway between a growl and a desperate plea.

“You can’t be serious,” You whisper into his ear as he kisses down your neck, “From one little eye roll?”

Suddenly his hand is on your face, gentle but firm, holding you in place so you have to maintain eye contact.

He can read it in your eyes, you’re no good at hiding it, not from him. He’s got you wrapped around his finger by now. You want him BAD.

He smirks, drinking in the sight of you like this. He hasn’t even touched you yet.

“If that’s all you think you did, then go on,” He challenges, and as he presses himself somehow even closer to you you can feel just how rock hard he is, “Roll your eyes,”

“Make me,” You bite back, and Adam just grins.

“Oh, I intend to,”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply. He kisses you feverishly, like he’s on death row. His left hand stays on your face and his right drifts to your hip, his fingers digging into the flesh so hard he can feel the bone under his thumb. He presses one knee in the space between your legs.

You whimper into his mouth and he groans. He knows exactly what this mix of pain and pleasure does to you. He knows that he’s ripping you into ruin.

Adam then drops to his knees, like this bathroom stall is Church and you are holy. 

His eyes are wide and pleading, he looks almost hungry, like he’s been in the desert for a thousand years and you are a blessed mirage.

He looks at you like he’s going to eat you whole. In a way he is.

Adam raises his eyebrows for a second, just a twitch, as if to ask if you’re sure you want him doing this. You nod with vigour. How could you not want this? Adam and his perfect lips…

Your head falls back as he unzips your jeans, yanks them down with the gusto of someone who’s been waiting to unwrap their present for years. 

Your hand finds his hair. He lets a pathetic little groan fall from his lips in response - it gets louder when your nails graze his scalp. 

“God, look at you. Fucking barely holding it together,” He quips, kissing up your thighs, “Eager little whore,”

You try to speak, try to banter back; tell him he’s being mean. He swings one of your legs over his shoulder before you can, and he takes the words out of your mouth as he teases his fingers under the very edge of your underwear. He laughs low in his throat as your hips roll against nothing. He wants you so bad he could tear you to shreds about it. 

“Use your words,” He breathes, “C’mon, baby. You’re not that far gone yet, talk to me,”

“Please,” Whispered like a prayer, “Please, God, Adam- Please,”

“Good enough,” 

He tucks your underwear out of the way with one hand, his breath makes you quiver just a little as it hits your sensitive skin. 

“Needy slut,” 

One hand firmly gripping your thigh and the other allowing him access, Adam kisses along the very very sensitive inside of your thigh, until he reaches right beside the dripping wet, wanton hole that belonged, truly, to him. 

Oh, yes. Adam wants you to see stars. Adam wants you to walk out of here on legs made of jelly. Adam wants to make those eyes roll.

He presses his tongue flat against that bundle of nerves he knows how to find so well, and you cry out in a strangled voice - “Adam!”. He flicks his tongue and you twitch. 

Adam has never been this hard in his LIFE. His jeans are suddenly a prison. But he has to take care of you first, he has to make the risk of a public bathroom worth it. 

“God you taste perfect, baby,” He whispers, and then his tongue is right back where it was a second ago. 

There’s little gentleness involved. It’s like he’s trying to find a way to say he loves you, but the only way he can is through devouring. 

His tongue is harsh in its flicking, in how he focuses hard on your already sensitive clit, the way his nose gets pressed against you makes you worry he might hurt himself - but there’s no sign of him stopping. If anything he’s getting worse. 

Every noise you make eggs him on. Tentatively at first, he presses one long finger inside of you. When your back arches off the tile, you feel the way he moans, before he pulls the first one out only to add a second finger.

He’s like clockwork. You manage to find the will to look down again, to find he’s closed his eyes, focussed. 

He curls a finger inside of you, and you’re ashamed to admit how close you are to coming undone already. You don’t have to admit it though, Adam knows. He can feel you clenching around him, and if he had the brains right now to do it he might just laugh at how desperate you are. 

His fingers pound now, setting a pace that is quick and even but rough. Adam needs you. Adam could cum in his jeans right now from the way you squirm on his fingers alone. 

You rock back and forth against his face and he just about loses his mind. HIS eyes are in danger of rolling back. He eats you out like a man starved, like he’s begging for more despite being the one in control. 

It takes you over before you realise you’ve reached that point - no warning, and you’re jerking back and forth, a twitching mess, fingernails in his scalp - and you cum. It washes over you, and you have to grab Adam’s shoulder for stability. 

If he didn’t know any better, if he didn’t know what you always wanted (more), he’d stop here. Thank God Adam knows better. 

He retracts his fingers and watches as you clench on instinct around nothing. He wipes his mouth a little, but not enough to wipe the taste away. The taste he savours, the taste he craved and craves more often than he should ever admit. 

A wreck. He’s making a wreck of you. 

He stands, letting your leg fall back to where it can try to support you. 

You practically fall into his firm chest, and he chuckles down at you. 

“Good, hm?” He asks, as if he’s not sure, “You terrible thing,” 

You can only hum in response, half sex-drunk, clinging onto him for dear life. 

“Can’t get enough, can you?” 

He’s teasing you? This is his fault! That asshole-

You whimper again, and he comes undone. 

“Fine,” He concedes, making quick work of his own jeans, “Ready?”

You in fact started to nod before he’d even finished saying ‘ready. 

And then, bliss - you feel him start to line his thick cock up with your entrance, the very tip of the head poking just inside. 

You feel like you could gush just at that contact. 

He kisses you quickly as he presses himself in, catching the cry of pleasure and surprise that you let out between his lips. He groans, deep in his throat - a deeply, deeply satisfied sound. Adam’s been waiting so patiently. 

“Taking me so well,” his whisper fans across your face and you lose any contact with the world of words. 

Adam doesn’t wait any longer because he CAN’T. He pulls himself almost all the way out, only to slam himself back in again a second later. 

Adam fucks you like he hates your guts. Like he detests everything about you so much he has to rearrange your insides into something he can stand. 

“A-Adam,” You choke out, and if it weren’t for the hand he’s just begun to rest on your cheek, you’d forget that he loves you. The harsh feeling of his teeth in your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder… you’d be forgiven for forgetting that he’s capable of being gentle. You roll in time with the violent pace he’s set, your hips slapping together so hard you know it’ll bruise. 

“G…God,” He breathes against your now bruised neck, “You’re so good,” 

Your core tightens and you know the second orgasm is coming, quickly. You cry against him, fingers digging into his back. 

“Go on,”

It’s like it was a taught command. He tells you, you cum. 

He’s nowhere near done yet. He’s got too much in mind. He can’t stop until you’re all but faded away from that pretty little head of yours. Until you forget your own name, but remember his. 

His pace never lets up, never even pauses. You’re making sounds that are obscene, bordering on pornographic, and if Adam wasn’t so determined he’d bust right here and now.  

Your head is pressed against the tile again, crying out like an animal in heat, when his hand covers your mouth and he stops moving completely. 

A whine comes from you, unwillingly. You’d be embarrassed of the sound if you could be right now. 

“Sh, sh sh. Someone’s going past,” He whispers, pressing his sweaty forehead to your own, “Wait, baby. Don’t want to get caught, do you?”

You shake your head but your body betrays you. Adam watches, jaw dropping a little at just how fucking perfect you are as you squirm around him. He’s still fully inside, fully sheathed. He’s hitting every place in there and he’s STOCK STILL. It feels cruel, crueller when you realise how much he’s enjoying watching you suffer in the stillness. 

You whimper against his hand, and he only presses it to your face further. 

“Stay quiet,” 

There’s a threatening edge to his voice and it doesn’t take long to realise why. The thumb of the hand that’s not desperately silencing you reaches down and plays with your clit - you could explode at this point. He barely has to do much, you’re squirming so hard and he’s so close to letting go inside of you-

It seems he decides the threat to your privacy is gone, and your torture is over, as he kicks back into action like a machine again. 

He loses himself, now, it’s his turn. The most desperate sounds you’ve heard him make echo on the bathroom walls.

“God- Fuck, fuck- baby, I- Can I- Please, please, can I- I need to, I-“ He stutters against you, getting a little sloppy but no less violent in his thrusts, “Let me fill you,”

You keen and he takes it as a green light, painting your insides white with his orgasm, and your third of the day comes crashing over you as he grunts your name.

Everything gets tensed for a moment - his fingers in the skin of your face and your hip, his jaw. His head falls to your shoulder for a second. He catches his breath, slow final thrusts pushing his own spend in and back out of you. 

He looks at you now, assessing the job he did. 

“You beautiful thing,” He pants, swallowing harshly, “There they go. Those fuckin’ eyes,”

#I DONT KNOW WHAt I AM DOING #richie dont look #I love you hot girls love saw discord #this is for u #especially neon skunk and vamoose #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #saw fanfiction

[gyulovly]

i– I SWEAR NOW I NEED TO READ SMT OF HIM WITH THIS PLOT KSMFKEK IT'S SO HOT I LOVE HOW YOUR BRAIN WORKS!!!!!!

solo queue teaser

pairing: choi beomgyu × f!reader

genre: strangers on the internet, smut

summary: lonely and horny on a friday night you hit up zero, a boy you met off league.

warnings: use of in game name (beomgyu refers to himself as zero), discord sex, female joi (jerk off instructions), fingering, use of toys (egg vibrator, bunny dildo), collars, kitten ears, clit overstimulation, slight breast play (beomgyu instructs reader to grope her chest and pinch her nipples), pillow humping, reader!degradation (use of words such as pathetic, dumb, stupid, slut), soft!petnames (kitten, darling, cutie, good girl), use of daddy/sir, readers basically beomgyu's personal cam girl <3

SORRY FOR USING THIS ASK AS A TEASER IKNOW U REQUESTED SOMETHING LIKE THIS LIKE MONTHS BACK ><

nimble fingers glide against amber lit keys in a dimly lit studio apartment on a friday night as ’victory’ scribed in blue illuminate one of beomgyu’s screen. enemy team ggs fill chat alongside a timely discord notification from a familiar username.

a message from you.

a stranger he met off solo queue one night on league and immediately added on discord after winning a ranked game together. a player he convinced to hop in call after queuing another game, someone he thought had an attractive voice.

a user he teasingly called kitten and learnt how much you enjoyed it. a little slut when asked if you’ve ever watched someone touch themselves and confessed you were the one they watched.

someone he said to prove it and soon saw fill up his screen as you touched yourself through your panties. a good girl who listened to his requests at a close up of your pussy to spreading your folds apart for him.

a pathetic kitten he made play with herself for a whole hour as he talked about how pretty you’d look under him, as he filled up that tight hole of yours.

a whiny sub who came at his permission, the moment he said your name. a needy little slut who sent him photos whenever she needed help since then.

and it seems like tonight was one of those nights.

coming soon.

©gyulovly 2023. all rights reserved. do not copy, modify, repost or translate any of my works onto any platform.

#beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #txt smut #txt x reader

[jesi555]

𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒. | © jesi555 — kinktober 2023

𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐈. | nami

warnings. | wlw sex yessir, fem reader, recording, twt vids [im compensating for the fact that im shit at writing smut], camgirl, hints at vivi x nami, cunnilingus, scissoring, making out yum. im not super proud of this :( lmk if i miss anything.

tags : @aizensgf, @wolflover384, @bun-parade, @3v37773, @guccilaw, @immindingmyown @ruledbyproblematique

Nami loves her followers. After all, they rain money on her. Her tip menu is pricey, but her followers were down bad and As her no 1 fan, so were you. Sometimes Nami thought you were some pervy old man based on your tip, But money is money, and Nami loves money.

Nami felt generous recently, so she announced a competition. 131: one lucky winner, three entries max, one video of both of us, Her community post read. It was a tempting risk, so you mindlessly entered the competition.

At around 9:30 on a Thursday night, you silently studied at your university's library, a few other students doing the same. You were in the zone until a silent vibrating buzz broke your focus. Irritated, you checked your notifications, your eyes bulging out as you saw the email from @namimi. A soft squeal left your lips as you read over the contents of the email.

Congratulations ___! You have won the 131 competition. Your proof of winning is in this email. Please take a screenshot of this email along with the attached verification number and send it to me on Instagram as soon as possible! love, Nami!

You leaned back in your chair, your chest heaving. After a silent scream, you hurriedly headed back to your dorm. After screaming into your pillow and thoroughly contemplating the reward, you finally texted Nami.

___: hii! I received an email saying I won the 131 competition! here’s a screenshot!

You awaited her response for a few minutes, but as it turned into an hour and another, you slowly lost hope. You honestly felt disappointed. Your fave just flaked out on you!

Before you could wallow in sadness anymore, a buzz got you running towards the device.

namimi: omg hi! I'm so sry for the late response! I was getting my hair done. I see you're the lucky winner!

Before you could reply, a small notification popped up, '@namimi followed you'. You quickly accepted the request and waited.

namimi: hold on, you're a girl?! thank god. I was not looking forward to having sex with a middle-aged Discord mod.

you laughed and messaged her back,

___: haha no I'm very much a girl. so do you need any information from me?

namimi: just general stuff, I'd prefer it to be face-to-face though, is that okay with you?

___: Absolutely!

namimi: cool! I'll text you the location soon!

You bit your lip nervously. Nami was coming to meet you. The Nami. Your leg bounced up and down, waiting for her arrival. A few minutes pass as you see a head of orange hair enter the cafe. She looked around for a second before she saw your smiley face.

"Damn, you're even hotter in person." she chuckled, "do you wanna make the video today? I'm free tonight. You look good as it is."

Your mouth slightly fell open as a small 'huh' voice out of your throat. "I mean Yes!" you quickly said.

"Awesome, let's go back to my place then."

Her home was nice. It smelt like tangerines.

"You're okay being recorded right?" she asked. Nodding in agreement, you looked over her room.

"Alright, the camera's set up. do you want a dom or sub role?"

"girl do anything to me," you spoke without thinking, processing what you said. she laughed out and asked you if you were ready.

"yes"

"good. then strip"

A new notification spelled out 'namimi is live', and soon hundreds and thousands of followers joined the livestream. To many of them, the stream was pure heaven. 2 hot girls making the fuck out? Yes, please!

namiismymommy sent 10$: holy fuck namisslut sent 2$: wait is that @princessvivi? ilovevivi sent 4$: Nah bro that's the lucky winner namisslut sent 5$: I'm so jealous

"Are you reading the comments?" Nami whispered in your ear, both of you, skin to skin.

namiismymommy sent 20$: eat her out.

"My lovely followers are asking us a favor" she moaned, "let's give them what they want baby."

You dropped down in front of her cunt, giving her lips soft kitten licks until she pushed you into her pussy. Nami getting eaten out by an equally hotter chick was a God-sent gift.

This was probably Nami's best video yet. Not to mention, the scissoring was a highlight.

As the live stream ended, the two girls looked at the comment section.

ilovevivi sent 50$: Vivi, Nami and lucky winner threesome when?

It seems like you'll frequent her channel soon.

꩜ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐢𝟓𝟓𝟓 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

#꩜ from jesiya. #one piece smut #one piece nami #one piece #꩜ one piece. #nami smut #nami x reader #op nami #nami #cat burglar nami #straw hat pirates #꩜ kinktober 2023. #kinktober 2023 #one piece kinktober #kinktober

[bambi-kinos]

I just came across your analysis of However Absurd and thought it was lovely. I'm curious, as someone who thinks John and Paul had some kind of romantic or sexual relationship, what is your take on The Lovers That Never Were? Is he using the word "lovers" to mean "partners"? I have always interpreted it to mean that Paul knows there was something there but it never happened. Every time I start to be convinced that they were together in some way I think of this song and the devastating way Paul sings it in the demo and the heartbreaking fact that he still felt it that intensely 13 years after John's death.

Oh wow thank you! The server had a lot of fun discussing that, if it's good it's because I had a little help from my friends heheh (─‿‿─) ♡

I ended up writing a massive novel in response to all this so I hope you enjoy reading it heheh. For server members, I've pulled some quotes from my previous Discord essays on this topic so you'll see some stuff that you've read.

tl;dr - I don't think "The Lovers That Never Were" contradicts the secret relationship theory at all! I think it compliments it very well actually.

In order to get into All That, I will outline how I perceive what their relationship was built on and how they reacted to it. I should note that I don't consider this definitive. It's important to remember that we all have unique interpretations of John and Paul because of our experiences and our personal POVs. There is no single answer until Paul decides to tell us what happened and/or Sean publishes John's diaries (written and audio). Until that happens, we are all forced to look at the same material and draw our own conclusions which will naturally be shaped through our personal perceptions. Some of us are older and are much closer to the original culture that John and Paul were raised in; some of us are younger and grew up in a much more LGBT+ positive environment. This naturally has an impact on how we interpret John and Paul's relationship.

I say this because I know my POV on John and Paul is a bit different from everyone else's. I'm a historian by training but part of being a historian is the understanding that you will never fully understand the events as they happened because your personal viewpoint and inherent bias is simply too strong. But that's okay because this is a part of humanity that we all share, yeah? With that understanding LET'S GO!

Paul My view on Paul is that he's always understood that he's different from other men. I doubt he could put a name to it until very recently. Paul has synesthesia, he's bisexual, he connects to music in a savant-like way, he's neurodivergent which is why he takes criticism so hard, and all of that would still be true even if he didn't have left over emotional issues from his mother dying the way she did + his fraught relationship with his father.

Keep in mind that circumstantial evidence points to the idea that Paul orchestrated the meeting at the fête! He realized he had a mutual friend with John in Ivan (who is to say that he did not meet Ivan at a QM performance and had that mental realization there?) He went through Hot Girl Summer before and after the fête, wanting to be fucking fit so that he wasn't embarrassed to meet John! I did the same thing when I had a crush as a teenager!

So with all that in mind, imagine this: you're Paul McCartney. You met John Lennon barely a year after Mary died. You turned 15 on June 18th, 1957 and met John at the fête on July 6, 1957. At some undetermined point before this garden party you saw a beautiful boy on the bus and began riding it obsessively hoping the Teddie boy would get on it. You followed him to the chippie and stood in line behind him…allegedly because you thought "oh wow he looks so cool." Marky Mark thinks (and I agree) that you may have even followed John to at least one Quarry Man show before the fête. Is this 'normal' behavior? Or is this the unhinged behavior of a teenager with a massive crush? The kind that comes about when you see a cute boy with red hair, and red is the color you associate with happiness, and then you find out that he plays guitar just like you and you follow him around until you see one of his performances and he's so good he knocks you back and then someone says "hi Paul, I didn't know you liked music!" behind you. And you realize that it's your friend and that you can meet the boy you have a crush on through this friend. You just need to lose weight and grow your hair out first.

When did Paul first see John, anyway? Before he turned 15 I'd wager.

I submit the idea that Paul has been in love John Lennon for his entire life. It will be 67 years of love when this July 6th rolls around. John was making a name for himself, he was known around town as "that Lennon." A minor celebrity like we’ve all had in our hometowns. Paul loved music. Before the internet you would go to the town square to hear a band.

Paul did that. Saw John. Pursued him with intent. When John went to Gambier Terrace to be with Stuart, Paul made a nuisance of himself showing up at their parties and playing the proto-version of "Michelle" in front of the girls…and John.

I love you, I love you, I love you That's all I want to say Until I find a way I will say the only words I know that You'll understand

I don't think that a 15 year old Paul McCartney would explicitly label his feelings for John as 'love' or a 'crush' but I do think that's what happened. When you're a teenager, a crush can express itself in many different ways. I used to have a big crush on a girl who was a volleyball player at my junior high school…that expressed itself as intense admiration. I even told one of my friends that I thought she was 'really cool.' It wasn't until later that I realized that I had a crush on her.

But I think that Paul has always known that he's 'different' and that he wasn't like other boys while growing up. Part of his touchiness about his looks comes from being bullied but I also think that he's a lot more self aware than he pretends to be. I think he realized relatively fast how he felt about John (maybe once John picked up with Stuart and Cynthia at art college.) I think he carried that with him for years hence his anguished response to being jilted in Hamburg and how furious he was at John for running off to Spain with Brian. He didn't realize it immediately but once it sticks to you then it fucking sticks. I think that Paul has done a lot internal wrestling with being a bisexual man and what that means for him and that he has been wrestling with it for decades. I think he was fully in the grip of that wrestling as he and John's friendship began growing and Paul realized what was happening to him. He does enjoy women but I also think that he felt it was necessary to pursue them heavily as a young man to camouflage himself.

I don't think a day has gone by since 1957 where Paul has not known what he was. What exactly that means for him…is up for interpretation. That's where the gray area is. But IMO Paul has almost always known that he's sexually attracted to other men and that John woke this in him. The big question for Paul is what he should do about it.

John There's been a lot written about John and his sexuality that I won't rehash here but truthfully I think John was in a similar place to Paul in knowing that he's always had a sexual preference for other men. John was a lot less comfortable about it though. Having unprotected sex with his girlfriends was, IMO, John trying to subconsciously engineer a situation that would "fix" him via an accidental pregnancy necessitating a marriage.

Of course that didn't do anything because it never does. John still felt chemistry with Paul when they met at the fête, with that quote about them "circling each other like cats." IMO John felt something immediately -- it's not entirely clear what -- though I don't think it "love at first sight" like with Paul. IMO their friendship, while still rooted in that chemistry, developed very naturally for John and he got to enjoy a platonic relationship with Paul before he put it all together. I say this because John saw Paul as a kid, not a peer, and that this endured for their lives in Liverpool pre-Hamburg. I struggle to imagine John or Paul deliberately inciting sexual or romantic contact during that time period aside from the group wank sessions (which were really trolling sessions from John.) Like, when Julia died, John went out and sought peers at art college like Cynthia and Stuart, other students his age. John and Paul bonded over losing their mothers and Paul has that quote about pranking people with the "oh yeah…my mum's dead thanks <3" bit but it also seems like John didn't want to be around that all the time. He lost his Uncle George and then his mother, he was starting to think that he was a death-curse on men in his family and that he brought suffering with him. He wanted to be away from that so he took a vacation from music to get a chance of scenery. Which meant putting Paul in a place of competition with Stuart and Cyn but I don't think John was thinking of that initially (though he exploited the situation later.)

Then Hamburg happens and they run wild. I have an entire meta about this that you can read here but I genuinely think John did not see Paul as a full fledged adult and potential sexual partner until they were in Hamburg in the red light district. I think that something happened there that we don't know about, that it's tied up in Stuart deciding to be with Astrid, John jilting Paul, Paul saying "fuck you I'm done" and getting a job at the coil winding factory in Liverpool after being deported, John tracking Paul down and spending weeks (probably) groveling and then giving Paul an ultimatum to come back to the Beatles. All of that screams 'I just realized I'm in love with my best friend and I'm freaking the fuck out' to me lmao.

John and Paul Of course something else changed after that too and John and Paul ended up becoming so close that even the Liverpool squares around them noticed. I think that whatever was going in their relationship, it started here. In the place where John and Paul were equally distraught with each other, the future of the band was uncertain, and Paul wanted a sign of commitment from John so that he didn't feel like he wasted years of his life. And of course John always felt compelled to be the man Paul wanted him to be so he treated Paul to a vacation in Paris which was so life affirming for them that it stayed with them for the rest of their lives. IMO the Paris vacation was explicitly romantic for them.

I think a switch flipped in 1961 and they went from "messing around" to "there's something there." It erupted in Paris and they showed each other more understanding and care then they expected from each other. John did sexy pin up poses for Paul in a bed that they shared; John remembers how the French held each other in their arms and just kissed each other, lovingly; Paul felt that he discovered the answer and that all those big name philosophers had nothing on the self realization he came to inside himself. Paul even took a photo of John that high lighted his package! Thanks to @louiselux for pointing this one out:

The thing was all the kissing and the holding that was going on in Paris. And it was so romantic, just to be there and see them, even though I was twenty-one and sort of not romantic. But I really loved it, the way the people would just stand under a tree kissing; and they weren’t mauling at each other, they were just kissing. — John Lennon, Playboy interview 1980

“We were like Paris existentialists. Jean-Paul Sartre had nothing on us. Sod ‘em all - I could write a novel… It was all inside me. I could do anything now.”

Paul McCartney, Anthology

Something happened in Paris and it wasn't just them getting haircuts and John buying Paul milkshakes. There was commitment there. And then the spell comes over them again when they return in January 1964:

The first night, John and Paul stayed in their suite, listening to records and reading fan mail. George, who had been signed for 100 pounds a day by the Daily Express to write of his experiences in Paris, went to a nightclub in the Place Pigalle.

Back in the City of Light, John and Paul slept till three o'clock in the afternoon. That much everybody agreed on.

Quote by Vincent Mulchrone from Daily Mail: George Harrison was astir early, but John Lennon and Paul McCartney slumbered on until frantic photographers forced them at lens point into the Champs-Élysées.

Derek Taylor (a British journalist) wanted to know why the Beatles slept so much. "My office wants to know what they're doing in Paris, so they'd better be doing something."

Love Me Do by Michael Braun

But I know what you're thinking. "What the hell does this all have to do with these two songs?"

And my reply is to keep a few things in mind:

Paul takes criticism and slights incredibly hard, possibly overreacting in some places and letting them overwhelm him mentally.

He never got over Barcelona, he never stopped resenting Stuart and Brian, he never got over John pulling the rug out from under him regarding the order of their names in the song credits. He contemplated committing suicide by smothering himself while he was in Scotland recovering from John leaving him.

John Lennon had a baby with a woman in the middle of all this. Julian Lennon was born April 8, 1963, conceived in July 1962, less than a year after Paris.

However Absurd & The Lovers That Never Were I listened to "However Absurd" and "The Lovers That Never Were" in that order. My immediate reaction is that these are both the same kind of song: they are both expressing sadness and frustration with John. This is a common theme with Paul's post-1980 John songs. What I find interesting is that they depict different though related gripes regarding John. In "However Absurd" Paul is expressing his longing for a cottagecore fantasy romance with John and then expressing frustration at John mocking him for it:

Ears twitch, like a dog Breaking eggs in a dish Do not mock me when I say This is not a lie

But in "The Lovers That Never Were" Paul expresses a different gripe: frustration that John won't commit to him and "anticipating" the break up that he secretly knew was coming ever since 1963 when John abandoned him and his own son to play patty-cake with Brian in Spain:

I hang patiently on every word you send Will we ever be much more than just friends? As for you, you sit there playing this game You keep me waiting

When all of the clocks have run down All over the world We'll be the lovers that never were

For as long as the sun shines in somebody's eyes I believe in you baby, so don't tell me lies For as long as the trees throw down blossoms and leaves I know there will be a parade of unpainted dreams

And I know dear, how much it's going to hurt If you still refuse to get your hands dirty So you, you must tell me something… I love you Say goodbye or anything

All of the clocks have run down Time's at an end If we can't be lovers we'll never be friends

John's penchant for disregarding Paul's feelings and even weaponizing them against Paul; the dashing of Paul's cottagecore dreams that were made and solidified in Paris; the fact that John, no matter what his intentions, could not get his shit together and commit to Paul no matter what he may have felt. These two songs are not contradictory to one another. Paul's idea of "commitment" looks very much like what he had with Linda and John in 1967: sharing a home, sharing a bed, being together every day, preferably somewhere green and remote. Exclusivity. Remember that Paul deliberately sabotaged his relationship with Jane Asher by nailing a woman in their bed when Jane came home, knowing perfectly well that he was breaking their exclusivity agreement.

That IMO, is what makes someone a lover and not just a friend you have sex with and secretly pine for. No cheating, or at least your agreed version of it. No disrespecting the relationship. Continuously being together. What did John do instead of this?

I think that Paul started out his "relationship" with John carrying high hopes and then watched them crumble to dust, over and over, because John simply did not take him seriously. He got Cynthia pregnant, he ran around on Paul with Brian, he had the nerve to flip out on Jane Asher when Paul brought her around when he was the one who couldn't stay faithful to Cynthia.

My hot take is that these songs demonstrate that Paul simply could not imagine John ever truly committing to him and treating him as a true partner. The homophobia and yes ~society~ is in there too but Paul was happy to flout this when it came to just about anyone else, traipsing all over France with Fraser and Mal. The difference is that he flat out didn't trust John. Being jilted for Stuart in Hamburg loomed too big in his head. Cynthia and Julian loomed too big in his head. Brian and Barcelona, realizing that John would happily betray whatever agreements or understandings he had with Paul simply to screw Paul out of a deal, loomed too big in his head. I think in particular its Barcelona that made Paul think John didn't value any of their professed ideals. John broke Paul's heart years before Yoko came along.

He didn't trust John. Fatalism is easier than taking control of your own life sometimes, and in Paul's mind there was no reason to believe John was genuine. Like, Paul knew John very well! He had very good reason to think that John was simply not serious about him. And John, no matter what his intentions were, proved that correct over and over and over and over.

So ultimately, I think that's what these songs are about. The melodies don't necessarily reflect this when I listened to them but I think that "The Lovers That Never Were" in particular is juxtaposing bitter wink-and-nod lyrics with an oddly perky tune. It's Paul laughing at himself for ever thinking John was willing to commit. He's mocking himself because while he allowed himself to get swept up in the dream of a possible genuine relationship with John, he knew deep down that it would go the way it did. That John would find a reason to get tired of him and abandon him. And then when Yoko came along, that's exactly what John did. Paul fatalistically accepted that the time had come and John met Paul's low expectations of him.

The Weight I don't think John and Paul necessarily planned to have a secret relationship. It seems more like they bundled the sexual/romantic stuff into their "thing" where it was just part and parcel of who they were and what they did. "It's only gay if the balls touch" etc. At some point that changed but Paul became convinced early on that it wouldn't work out so he didn't acknowledge his own secret desires and dreams. There was no roadmap between him and John about where they were taking this exactly and how they were going to make it work. He had sex with John and even engaged with romantic actions with John, hoping against hope that something would change and he would be proven wrong, but then John would be careless and Paul would collapse into hurt.

And oh yeah: Paul never, ever discussed any of this with John Lennon. He never told John how hurt he was because he didn't want to put up with John's derision. He felt devalued and lost and in typical Paul fashion he chose to ignore this for years and never bring it up, forcing it to come out in bizarre nonsensical actions when he inevitably boiled over. Why would he choose to confront it? He made sure to set up several safety nets to catch him! Jane and the Ashers, striking out on his own with "The Family Way" score, rubbing John's face in his escapades with other males as a way to go 'see, I don't need you just like you don't need me. How about THAT?'

I don't think John ever intended to hurt Paul as badly as he did. He thought that if Paul was upset about something then he would know via their ~telepathic connection.~ I think that he deliberately overlooked warning signs because he felt intensely guilty about certain actions he took (God only knows which ones) and that he helped himself not see Paul's hurt. I do think if he had the slightest idea of what was going on in Paul's head then he would have changed tactics immediately out of fear of losing Paul forever. But at heart John was a coward and if he didn't want to see something was wrong then he wouldn't see it unless something forced his hand. Like say, having his former best friend/ex-lover look him in the eye and go "I can write new songs" and kill The Beatles in a court of law. (And of course once he realized what he had done, years after the fact, it was too little too late. He couldn't take it back. How do you make up for inflicting that much hurt on someone that you supposedly care for? This paralyzed John for years.)

This was obviously a huge mistake and I think it was one of the landmines that blew their relationship up. Paul allowed his distrust and bitterness to overwhelm him. He should have been honest with John about his feelings; maybe not immediately but when they were able to look back with some perspective. Paul should have realized that their relationship could take heat. He should have trusted John more and if he had then John could have risen to the occasion. Everything could have been different. No more "I believe in you baby, so don't tell me lies." No more "Do not mock me when I say/This is not a lie."

He even expresses this in a third song, one that IMO puts this entire thing into perspective and ties these three songs together with a neat bow. "This One":

Did I ever take you in my arms, look you in the eye Tell you that 'I do?' Did I ever open up my heart And let you look inside?…

Did I ever touch you on the cheek Say that you were mine, thank you for the smile? Did I ever knock upon your door Try to get inside?…

Please take note of the bolded "Tell you that 'I do'!" Paul's deepest regret with regards to John is not trusting him more. He wishes that he had opened up to John about his hurt and how he angry he was that John was devaluing their relationship. That he wanted to commit to John but that he was scared John wouldn't say 'I do' back.

From John's POV he's just being John; he's looking out for the band. God knows he tried to be what Paul needed him to be but he got mixed signals and inconsistent behavior and Paul's ice queen behavior frustrated him to no end. This resulted in an endless circle of "fuck you/no no no, fuck YOU/well fuck you then!/fuck you" that ended up killing what they had.

But John is guilty in this too. He never made himself accountable to Paul. He didn't explain his actions. He acted rashly and selfishly and then was shocked when it blew up in his face. He didn't consistently act like he loved Paul. He took Paul for granted and told himself that he was doing the right thing, because changing your behavior is very very hard. He didn't let Paul in when it mattered.

Did you ever take me in your arms Look me in the eye, tell me that 'you do?'

As Paul grew up and he started to come to grips with the "What happened" of it all, maybe he realized that he had procrastinated. That he put off what mattered most because he couldn't bear to make himself vulnerable as a young man. Maybe he was waiting for a perfect moment to open himself up to John knowing perfectly well it would never arrive, a common delaying tactic for insecure and avoidant people. Not admitting that the perfect moment would never come and that he had to extend trust to receive it in return.

If I never did it, I was only waiting For a better moment that didn't come There never could be a better moment Than this one, this one

I think he's still angry at John for multiple betrayals, slaps to the face, and devaluing the specialness of their relationship and their affection for each other. But I also think that Paul is angry at himself for not trusting John, for not working harder at their relationship. He also delivered multiple betrayals and slaps to the face to John, feeding John's insecurity and fears of abandonment. Making a mockery of their relationship and how special it was. Paul has been doing public penance for this ever since John died, which snapped everything into perspective and he finally realized the full scope of his own screw ups.

Because it took two to destroy a relationship this intense and this special. If Paul did not know that before...

Well. He does now.

#the beatles #mclennon #john lennon #paul mccartney #mclennon meta #my meta #mclennon server #this was a really fun ask anon thank you!

[i520u]

long distance ༘⋆

first time doing hc’s so it MIGHT be a little awks… 😢 also i’ve been losing the idgaf war with jiwoong lately he’s been so damn fine

ricky x gn!reader, fluff, point form

masterlist

request is open!

personally i think he’d get reaaaaaaallllll clingy

especially if you have different timezones like oh he’d definitely stay up all night just to talk to you

the grabby hands thing that he does whenever he doesn’t want someone to leave?? he’ll do that every single time you tell him you’re gonna hang up

jokingly calls you his discord kitten 😐😐😐

STUDY CALLS ARE A MUST.

ricky would be struggling with his upcoming exam while you’re out there enjoying your semester break and he’d get soooo jealous

asks you to facetime him while he finishes up on his assignment but then he gets distracted by your voice and there’s 0 progress on his work

ricky’s an art student 100%

a lot of his artworks that he needs to do for his assignments are inspired by you tbh 😞 like he misses you so much that he decided to revolve his schoolwork around you

i think at first he would’ve been really reluctant on doing long distance with you

but he also loves you too much so he was willing to try it out

he never gets used to it though. like he just wants to be with you physically every day. but he understands that he can’t just do that

he loves to send you surprise gifts too. maybe in a month you’d get 2-3 gifts delivered to your house by an ‘anonymous sender’

you obviously know who the sender was

ricky LOOOVES it when you immediately facetime him to show him that you’ve received the gifts he sent you, even if it was 4 in the morning for him

ricky likes sending you tiktoks that reminds him of you while you’re asleep so when you’re finally awake you’d have like 53 notifications from him

you’d get a call from him sometimes and it’s usually over something really trivial like him wanting you to experience the first snowfall of the year with him

or him showing you a random street cat that he found and saying that the cat is “soooo you”

girls tried hitting on him once. as a result he made sure his lockscreen was you, his wallpaper on his laptop was you, and like i said HIS ASSIGNMENTS were inspired by you

with that being said, one time his friends saw his lockscreen and called you hot and he got super jealous

(he wouldn’t admit it though)

one time ricky was eating a local candy that was not available at the place you lived in, so he decided to buy a dozen of them, put them in a box and shipped them to you

you cannot go on with your day without texting him good morning. one time you forgot to do so and he started overthinking about your wellbeing

even called your mom and your cousin to make sure you were ALRIGHT

those monthly ig story photodump thing? he always makes sure to include a photo of you and him (even if it was an old picture) in every one of his dumps!! he loves u so much!!!!!!

he’s rich so the first thing he would do is book a flight straight to your place as soon as his sem break starts <3

“ricky you should use your sem break to travel to other places”

“they don’t have you in other places, so why should i?”

when it’s time for him to go back to his place, though, ohhh he’d cry so hard in the plane

he promised you he wouldn’t cry but he never keeps his promise

gives you the longest and sweetest kiss ever before the airport staffs starts scolding him to check into his flight

if the long distance relationship lasted long enough he might actually just pay for your flight and expenses so that you could live with him tbh

#zb1 ricky #ricky #ricky shen #shen ricky #zb1 au #zb1 x reader #ricky au #ricky scenarios #ricky x reader #zb1 #quanrui imagines #shen quanrui #zb1 ricky imagines #zerobaseone #quanrui #ricky fluff #boys planet ricky

[theholypeanut]

Being besties with Hiori, Kurona and Niko

Content: Fem!reader, Headcanon that Niko, Kurona and Hiori are same age, school au, mentioning of Shidou, Otoya, JJK and Merge Mansion (it’s a mess I know)

- You were friends with Kurona first, bc he has the best social skills

- He saw you sleeping in between classes one day, and you overslept the bell for next period, so he woke you up.

- Still half asleep, you looked at him and said “damn your hair are so pretty”

- He flustered and that’s how great friendship began

- Because Niko and Hiori were also in football club, and all of you were in the same class, you started eating lunch together

- All of them felt rather odd bc they were not the type to hang around girls, especially Niko, he’d blush whenever you say anything to you

- Kurona regularly braids your hair on lunch breaks, and he got so invested he learned different braiding styles and he experiments daily bc your hair are longer than his

- Need to put your hair up in the ponytail on PE lessons? No: u gonna have the prettiest braids in the entire gym

- After you get comfortable with Niko and Hiori, you guys are totally a ride or die

- You and Niko exchange mangas to each other and watch new anime episodes while being on discord, so u can comment live

- Sometimes Hiori and Kurona join, while Hiori just plays games and listens, and Kurona is studying and listens, bc without context it’s also very funny

- With Hiori you play video games but he is way too good in this

- The only game u have any chances with Hiori are the lamest phone games like Merge Mansion and he is still somehow better??

- One time both you and Niko had puffed eyes at school, and when Kurona asked what happened, you started to explain JJK KFC break up

- You are very protective of your friends, so if you ever hear anyone talking shit about them, you are ready to fight

- You always tease Hiori that he is the prettiest of all of you

- Some senpai confessed to Hiori thinking he was a tomboy, and you will remind him about it until he’ll die

- Kurona is the softest and the nicest of all of you and he is always just happy to spend time with his friends

- You always enjoy listening to him talking about sharks and you’d go with him to aquarium several times

- Whenever you mention that some guy from their football team is hot, Niko straight away says “yeah but he is a dick, don’t” (especially if you have your eyes on Shidou or Otoya)

- They won’t say it out loud but they are afraid if you’d start to date one of the more popular football guys, you’d forget about them (insecure squad, but they love u so much)

- Every week you ask Niko to allow Kurona to braid his bangs but Niko refuses every time (but u won’t give up)

- You all suck on PE, and you always mock them how they made it to football team if outside of that they act like a bunch of nerds (but then they mock you back that you don’t even play football, just suck, and they are not wrong)

- You have study sessions together with lots of snacks and soft anime music playing in the background

- You have three great listeners whenever you need to vent, and they all have your back, because they are the best

- This friends are treasure and a bunch of keepers, and you sometimes get sad thinking they will get girlfriends and you already miss them

- “Bro before any of us get a girlfriend there’s gonna be a while lol” Hiori on discord after listening to your crying hormonal rant

- “You’d better”

By slowlyholypeanut - don’t steal, give credit

Btw I do play lame Merge Mansion and Hiori would totally be better than me

Here a bonus smau regarding jjk (spoilers!)

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock headcanons #niko ikki #hiori yo #kurona ranze #bllk headcanons #Blue lock platonic #niko for sure cried on kfc break up #dividers by cafekitsune

[riceys]

Could you write for schlatt?

I'm thinking an English/German girl who is his graphic design (does like his thumbnails and like website) and after late night and long discord calls he slowly realises he doesn't just see her as an employee or friend but something more? I saw this sort of idea some where recently and it's giving me brain rot. Plus the banter between an English/german person would be unhinged.

YESSS OMG ACTUALLY LOVE THIS ive thought about this so much recently and i know german soo

gonna do hcs for this :)

also im very bad at formatting so sorry about that (ill probably rewrite stuff after i figure out how the fuck to do it)

Jschlatt x german/graphic designer!reader hcs

warnings-some nsfw at the veryyyy end

Wilbur introduced you two after schlatt said something about needing an artist for his channel

'find graphic designer !!!' schlatt mumbled while writing on the dull yellow paper. He was in a call with some friends, not really paying attention to what they were doing as he was busy making a sort of to-do list

"schlatt are you there?" the thick accented voice brought schlatt out of his daze

"hm yea sorry whatd you say willbur"

"i said my mate is a graphic designer, i can send you her info if you want." wilbur repeated with a laugh

"oh shit yeah thatd be great man thanks"

definitely left the call to go talk to you after that

very caught of gaurd by your accent, wilbur had failed to mention the slight language barrier as you were used to doing work in german

"so its a little ram with a sweater" his voice suprised you, wilbur didnt say anything about him being american.

"a what?" you laughed at the foreign word nervously. He sounded intimidating and it was kinda hot???

"a uhh," he laughed pulling out his phone, "einen bock? i think." Any sense of intimidation melted away as he stuttered out the poorly pronounced german.

absolutely melts when you giggle at this ^^

he LOVES your laugh!!! specifically that he can hear the accent come through in it

once you start working for him finds a way to sneak your art into everything he does and pays you way more than he should be

"Schlatt this is like triple my rates, you really dont need to pay me this much"

"consider it a tip, toots"

flies you out to every single event he goes to. merch photoshoots? you're in every photo. creator clash? he bought you the best seats in the house. says its a "business thing". (its not)

gets to the point where you're spending every other month in Austin with him before you move out there.

when chuckle sandwich starts he begs you to do all the art for it too (not that you would've said no)

Also begs ted to have you on as a guest

guest turns into member after the first chuckle week, where schlatt insisted that you be there cause you made the art

finally asks you out the week after the 1st chuckle week where they stay for the week to decompress

took you to boa then going stargazing

asks you out in german

"Sehr Schön" you breath out as you look up at the stars. Schlatt next you is freaking out trying to get the courage to ask you out.

"Du bist Sehr Schön" He misspronounces, still managing to make you blush. He only knew what that meant because he had been studying how to ask you out in german all week.

He puts a finger under your chin to shift your focus to him before speaking, "y/n, Ich mag dich wirklich, wirst du mit mir ausgehen?"

It was obvious he had used google translate and taught himself how to say it as he mispronounced many words and had a slight stutter, but it meant the world to you

Pulling him in for a kiss you paused to look at him, "Du bist dumm, Jschlatt"

asks you to speak to him in German

teases you so much (lovingly obviously)

also (nsfw time)

learns how to call you a slut in german

when he fucks you so good and you start babbling in german

sorry if this wasnt great i kinda got carried away and its my 1st writing thingy

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader fluff #jschlatt #schlatt x reader #schlatt #riceywrites #jschlatt hcs #jschlatt headcanons

[walter-hotgirl-white]

OK LAST POST I PROMISE (lie) BUT if you enjoy saw, feel free to join

it’s a grand time over here. 10/10 recommend.

‼️THIS IS AN 18+ SERVER THO‼️and that is for good reason 😭😭 it gets HORNED UP. if you want a place to thirst THIS IS DEFINITELY THE PLACE.

….. we also bully mark hoffman so if you like to do that

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[onceuponastory]

home for christmas - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: When it doesn’t look like Bucky will make it home in time for Christmas, he promises to make it up to Y/N. Pairing: TFATWS Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A few small mentions of Bucky’s past, but other than that it’s just sickly sweet fluff. But, as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This was written as part of a Secret Santa fic exchange for the Thot Neighbourhood discord server. I drew @breakablebarnes, TFATWS Bucky, the dialogue prompt: “But I’ve been such a good girl” and the festive device of some hot cocoa. I hope you like your fic!

Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own. Thank you to @thesundrop / @astartothemoon for my divider!

“Come on Bucky, are you sure you can’t?” 

“Yes.”

“It’s just-”

“I know. But I’m sorry Y/N, no. I can’t. We’re under pretty strict orders here.” He sighs, and Y/N can just picture the look of disappointment on his face. No doubt his mirrors hers perfectly.

“But I’ve been such a good girl!” Y/N exclaims. Her words make Bucky stop before he can even think of a comeback, and Y/N regrets her word choice right away. “Okay, maybe that one was too much. Seriously though, you’ve been working really hard these past few months, and it’s almost Christmas. Are you sure you can’t be home sooner? I don’t want you overworking yourself.” A sigh sounds on the other end of the phone. However, it’s not an angry or frustrated sigh. It’s a disappointed one. One that makes Y/N feel guilty. 

She honestly doesn’t mean to pester him so much. After all, she knows Bucky is trying his best to get Tony to change his mind and let them go home early. And of course, she knows that Bucky’s work as an Avenger is incredibly important, far more than her job could ever be. She’s so proud of him for going out and saving the world, the same world that only a few decades ago treated him so horribly. Now, he can show everyone he’s the hero that she knew he always was, and prove that his past doesn’t define him. 

Still though, Y/N doesn’t want him overexerting himself to prove that he’s worthy of everyone’s forgiveness. The missions have been getting longer, and she’s often received text messages from Bucky all hours of the night, making her even more worried about her boyfriend’s sleep levels. Even though he pretends to be strong, she can tell how tired he is, and see how his past still affects him. Bucky’s the kindest, bravest soul she knows, and she just wishes he believed in himself more, and saw himself as the person she knows he is. Someone kind and loving, despite everything that he’s been through. In her mind, he doesn’t need a thousand missions under his belt to prove that he’s a hero. But until then, she’ll tell him what a wonderful person he is as much as she can. 

If worrying about Bucky’s health wasn’t enough for her, this mission seems like it’s been going on forever. She misses not having him around, having him sleeping next to her and having his smiling face as the first thing she sees when she wakes up and the last thing she sees before she falls asleep. Especially now, in the run up to the festive period, it’s torture to be so far away from Bucky. Honestly, it feels like he’s barely home nowadays. Sure, as the girlfriend of an Avenger she knows that she signed up for this life…but that doesn’t mean that she can’t hate it.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t. Tony says we’ve still got some work to do here, so it’ll still be a few weeks before we can go home.” Her heart sinks, and she feels her entire body slump in disappointment. “I know. I hate it too.” Bucky says, as if he can feel her pain through the phone. He’s good at that: noticing that something is wrong with her and providing love and support before she even knows something is wrong. To her, that’s even more proof of what a good person Bucky Barnes is, and it shows he was never the monster HYDRA made him to be. And it also makes her love and miss him even more. “You know, I’ve been talking about you so much that I think Sam and Steve are going crazy.” She giggles at that, and Bucky does too. “God, I miss that noise so much. I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too.”

“You’re my favourite person in the world. Don’t you ever forget that.” 

“Like I could ever forget. You say it to me every time we call.” She reminds him, sniffling a little. Despite how upset she is and how much she misses Bucky, Y/N curses a little at herself for crying. She’d never want Bucky to feel bad for not being able to come home sooner, or for him to think that she resents being with him. Because she loves Bucky Barnes more than anything in the world. A bit of distance won’t change that.

“Doesn’t stop it from being true, though.” She hears a noise on the other line, and Bucky sighs. “I better go. Tony’s shouting something, and you know what he’s like when he’s kept waiting. Don’t want a repeat of last year’s New Year’s Eve party.” He chuckles. The mention of the happy memory makes Y/N's heart sink as her yearning for Bucky deepens. She knows he’s trying to cheer her up and mask his own disappointment, but she also knows that both of them can tell it’s not working. They'd rather be laughing and making memories together here at home, rather than miles apart from each other. And she doesn’t even know when they’ll be able to do that again.

“I swear these phone calls get shorter every week.” She sighs.

“I know. If I can, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Love you.”

“Love you too.” 

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He tells her before the call disconnects. And then, he’s gone. And once again, Y/N is alone.

A week later, Y/N comes home after another long day at work. The closer it gets to Christmas, she’s just as busy as Bucky. Bucky. Another pang hits her stomach at the thought of her boyfriend. Thankfully, they’ve spoken more on the phone since that call last week, and being so busy preoccupies her slightly. But that doesn’t mean she’s missing him any less. Christmas is almost a week away, and there’s still no word of when Bucky will be home. Hopefully, it’s sooner rather than later.

As she steps closer into her house, Y/N suddenly feels the hair on the back of her neck sticking up. Something seems off. When your boyfriend and most of your best friends are Avengers, you know a lot about personal safety and self defence. And that means that Y/N can tell immediately when someone’s been in her house. Her blood chilling, she steps closer into her hallway, rooting around in her bag for the panic alarm Tony gave her. She can almost hear Bucky’s voice in her head, telling her to just get out of the house and call for help. But when he left, she promised him she’d be brave, and there’s no better time to be brave than confronting an intruder on her own. As she nears her living room, Y/N’s heart is thumping so loudly it might break out of her chest. She takes a breath, expecting to see the room destroyed….

Yet, when she turns, Y/N sees the exact opposite. Her Christmas lights are all on, filling the room with a soft glow. Her fairy lights have also been strung up, adding even more light. An array of blankets, cushions and stuffed animals cover her couch. Everything looks so festive and cosy. Y/N walks into the room, her mouth dropping open in surprise. “How did-”

“Oh fuck. I wasn’t expecting you to be home yet.” The sound of a voice almost makes her scream…until she realises who it belongs to. Bucky. She drops everything, rushing into his arms without another word, almost knocking the pair off their feet. “Oof! Hey you!” Bucky chuckles, kissing her temple as he tightly wraps his arms around her.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, her voice muffled by Bucky’s shirt. “You said Tony wouldn’t let you go.”

“Turns out the mission finished earlier than expected, so he let us go home early after all. I thought I'd surprise you as an early Christmas present.” He explains, rubbing his hands across her back. 

“I’m so glad to see you. I missed you so much.” She whispers.

“I missed you too.” They both hold each other close, grasping the other tightly. After so long spent apart, all they want is to keep each other close and to never let go. “That’s not the only surprise, though.” Bucky admits. Y/N frowns.

“There’s more? Buck, you didn’t have to. Having you home for Christmas is all I ever wanted.” 

“I know. But you’re my best girl, and I promised I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?” He asks, and she nods. She swears she’s the luckiest girl in the world to have Bucky in her life. He loves her so much, and he’s so giving. “We’re going to spend the night watching all your favourite festive movies. So you go sit down, and I’ll be right back.” He orders, kissing her cheek. A few minutes later, Bucky comes back holding a tray with two mugs and a big bowl of popcorn. Sitting down, he passes over a mug, and Y/N takes a sip. As soon as she tastes the warm cocoa with whipped cream and marshmallows, she moans happily. The noise makes Bucky burst into laughter, and despite how much she wants to tell him to shove off for laughing at her, the sound makes her insides go all warm and gooey. Despite being called the Winter Soldier and the grumpy front he puts up in front of most people…Bucky is like sunshine personified more often than he likes to think he is. Or, at least he’s like sunshine to her. And maybe that’s all that matters.

As Bucky wraps one of the many blankets around them, his hand finds hers underneath it, and he gives it a squeeze. “Merry Christmas Y/N. I love you.” He whispers, smiling. Instead of replying with words at first, Y/N kisses him. The kiss is soft at first, but deepens as all the pair’s longing for each other is released. Bucky’s tongue slips between her lips, and the flavours of chocolate, cream and marshmallows dance across their tongues as his stubble brushes against her chin. The kiss is perfect, like a wish come true. And this one is well worth the wait. It’s so good to finally have him home.

“I love you too.” She whispers. “So much.”

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[m-jelly]

Even more fun morning.

Dedicated to @ladycheesington after us talking all day on discord about a sequel to a fun morning where Erwin chases us down and punishes us for being a bit naughty.

Pairing: Tattooed!Gangster!Erwin x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, gang leader Erwin, established relationship, romance, tattooed Erwin, fluff, teasing, smut, rough, oral, praise kink, aftercare.

TW: Dom Erwin, rough Erwin, light neck gripping, light manhandling, cum play, spanking.

You launched yourself from the bed and scrambled away from your lover. However, you weren't as fast as your gang leader boyfriend. You squealed in delight as he chased after you, both of you naked to the world. You felt a shiver run through you at seeing his long cock semi-hard at your teasing.

Erwin caught up to you before you could even reach the door out of the bedroom. He wrapped his big hand around your wrist and yanked you against his tall and broad frame. His other hand snaked up the front of your body slowly.

You shivered as his hand wrapped around your neck. "Erwin."

He tilted your head to the side and purred against your ear. "Naughty little kitten."

You moaned at his tone of voice, it meant he was in domination mode. "My handsome lion."

"You must be punished for your teasing and playing. You know that, right?"

You smiled as ideas filled your head. "Yes, Erwin."

He kissed the side of your ear. "Up against the wall, my kitten. Hands flat, okay?"

You shifted to the side and pressed your palms against the wall. "Yes."

He stood behind you before kicking your feet. "Spread them."

You shifted your legs apart. "Yes." You shivered as you felt excited. You purred and wiggled your bum at him. "I'm ready."

Erwin gazed at your plump bum and felt arousal burn through him. He loved how you wiggled it teasingly at him. He adored your behind so much that you often teased him with it. He rubbed your plump soft skin before colliding his palm against it. He smiled at the loud slapping noise mixed with your delicious moans filling the room.

He flicked his gaze up to your face and saw you were in heaven. He looked down at your behind and slapped it again and enjoyed how it jiggled. He chuckled as he rubbed your sore bum making you whimper at him so sweetly.

He sighed before spanking you again. "Good kitten. You purr and meow so sweetly for me." He ran his hand down your bum and softly slapped your pussy making you buck. "Oh, you liked that, huh?"

You whined. "Yes."

He softly patted your pussy and clit with his big hand. "I can feel you soaking my hand. Are you that aroused?"

You nodded as your legs shook a little. "Yes."

He ran his fingers up and down your slick slit. He played with your lips as you mewled at him wanting more attention. He moved his fingers up and down with your clit pressed in between them. He smiled as you rocked your hips against his hand in desperation for more pleasure.

He removed his hand from your clit making you whine so sweetly. He held his hard long cock and pumped his hand up and down slowly. He walked up behind you and slipped his big erection between your thighs. He slapped your pussy lips with his cock over and over.

You panted and whined as your swollen clits and lips wanted more attention than just patting. "Mm, Erwin please."

He chuckled. "Please, what?"

You dragged your nails against the wall and almost sobbed. "Please, stop teasing me."

He wrapped his hand around your neck before pulling you up a bit. "Come on, tell me."

You pressed your bum against Erwin's pelvis. "Erwin, please. I need your cock inside my pussy."

He nipped your earlobe and moaned. "So you can be a good girl."

You pouted. "Of course."

"Keep your hands on the wall for me."

You shivered. "Y-Yes."

Erwin ran his tip up and down your soaking slit. He pressed just a little into your pussy before grabbing your hips and ramming his rock in roughly. He moaned at feeling your hot wet walls wrap around his cock. He gripped your hips in his big hands and began pounding into you.

He looked down at his hips slapping roughly against your bum. He smiled at how each slap sent a giggle vibration through your plump behind. He flicked his gaze to your arched back to see a bead of sweat roll down it perfectly. He released your hips and roughly grasped your breasts in his hands and squeezed.

You dragged your nails down the wall as Erwin's cock pounded your pussy hard. Your legs shook below you as you tried to stand up on your tip toes now and then to meet Erwin's thrusts. You drooled as you moaned in pleasure at being ravaged roughly. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt consumed by bliss.

You lowered your head and looked at the floor. You blushed when you saw your arousal dripping on the floor between your legs. Your legs gave up a little causing you to collapse forwards against the wall. The side of your face pressed against it and your hot breath made the wall near your lips become heated.

Erwin grunted as he shuffled closer to you when you fell a little. He released one of your breasts and gripped your neck lightly. He panted a little as you mewled in delight. "You look so good like this. One minute you were teasing me and the next you are putty in my hands."

You glanced at him. "Erwin."

"Good girl." He pressed a little on your neck. "You wanna cum?"

You nodded as you whimpered. "Please."

"I'll make you cum, don't worry." He let your breast go and moved his fingers on your clit. He grunted when you clenched his cock hard. "That's it, let go and enjoy yourself."

You closed your eyes and moaned loudly against the wall. "Oh, f-fuck!"

Erwin grunted. "Ngh, ah, so tight."

You screamed in pleasure as your nerve endings bubbled away inside you. "Erwin!" You felt a rush go through you as your body burned. You smiled as the tingling of bliss consumed you. "Yes."

Erwin stopped his movements and dragged his cock out of you to see your cum making it shine, along with his morning load he poured into you clinging to him. He panted and stumbled back from you and admired your shaking legs, dripping pussy, quivering opening needing his cock, handprints on your bum and a happy smile.

Erwin ruffled his hair. "You look incredible."

You weakly turned around and pressed your upper back against the wall as you panted. "Mm, Erwin?"

He gulped hard as he admired you. "Yes?"

You looked down at his twitching cock. "Can I suck your cock?"

He looked down at himself. "Yeah." He held the base of his cock and moved closer. "Lick it clean."

You dropped to your knees and sat back on your thighs. "Yes!" You opened your mouth. "Mine."

Erwin placed his hand against the wall and lined his cock up with your mouth. He panted as he pushed his dick into your mouth slowly. He moved his hand up and down on his base as he watched you take him. He blushed hard when you looked up at him through your lashes and smiled a little.

He moaned when you sucked on him. He shivered as your tongue moved around his cock and lapped up all his cum and your juices clinging to him. He let his cock go and slammed his hand against the wall. He whimpered as you held his waist and cupped his balls. He shivered when you moved so softly on him.

He grunted when you guided his hips and made him buck against your slowly. He moved his hips as if he was softly making love to you. He moved his dick in and out of your mouth slowly. He gasped when you massaged his weighty balls in your palm. He clenched his fists tightly as he held back his excitement to thrust hard and deep.

He looked down at you as you gazed up at him with your cute eyes. He groaned a little. "You're mouth and pussy are incredible. You're so wonderful." He panted a little. "Damn, this is good." His cock twitched in your mouth. He gritted his teeth and fought urges. He pulled back and stumbled away. "No, I won't cum like that."

You licked your lips. "Where do you want to cum?"

He grabbed your chin and pulled you to your feet. "Deep inside you and right into your womb."

You moaned at his words. "Please."

He pressed you against the wall and purred. He kissed along your jawline and nipped your neck. He sucked hard making you release a delicious moan. He hummed when you tangled your fingers into his hair. He kissed up to your earlobe and tugged a little.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Erwin."

He gripped your waist and lifted you up and pressed you against the wall. He pried your legs apart before ramming his cock deep into you. He kissed you just as you were about to scream a moan. He wrapped your legs around him and began humping your dripping pussy.

You gripped at Erwin's back and hair as you moaned into the kiss. Your nails dragged over his back as you tugged his hair in your other hand. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. You felt like your pleasure was under Erwin's control, so you just let him ravage you.

Your tongue moved with Erwin's as you both drowned in pleasure. You shivered as you felt your coil tighten hard. Your legs shook in delight as you wiggled a little to stay in his arms. You pulled from Erwin's lips and panted heavily as he ravaged you. You whined a little as you felt the need to cum.

Erwin tapped his forehead against yours. "I love you."

You whimpered. "I love you too."

He grunted a little. "You feel so good. You're so wonderful and perfect."

You rubbed Erwin's cheek affectionately. "You're my everything."

He grinded against you and grunted. "I'm gonna cum."

You mewled. "Please, Erwin, cum inside me."

He panted against your lips. "You need to cum first."

You clenched your toes. "Mm, so close." You clenched his cock hard. "Ah!" You gasped as your coil snapped. "Erwin!"

Erwin grunted as your walls massaged his cock. "Ah, mm, ha, ah." He groaned as his cock twitched and his balls tightened. He bucked into you roughly as he poured his seed into you. "Fuck."

You shivered as you felt his warm cum enter you. "Mm, perfect."

Erwin covered your face in kisses before holding you and carrying you to bed. "You were perfect."

You blushed. "So were you."

He lay you down and lay against you. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

He smiled as he played with your hair. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head. "I'm perfectly fine."

"I'm glad. I was a little rough."

You played with his messy blonde hair. "I asked for it."

He sighed. "I know, but I worry." He pulled back from you and sighed. "You're well and truly stuffed, huh?"

You moaned a little. "Yes, but I feel something."

Erwin watched as his cum leaked out of your pussy. "It's my cum."

You pouted. "Oh, no. I don't want it to leak out."

"Well, I can happily replace it." He ran his fingers up your pussy and collected his cum before pressing his fingers deep into you. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You mewled as Erwin slowly pumped his fingers into you at a teasing and loving pace. You breathlessly spoke. "Erwin mmm."

Erwin leaned over you and kissed you. "How about we finish the morning with sweet love making?"

You wrapped your arms around Erwin's neck. "Yes. I'd love to."

Erwin kissed and nipped your neck, each kiss long and loving against your skin. "You're so wonderful. You're my world, my everything, my soulmate." His hot breath danced you your skin as he sighed. "You're mine."

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[kangshxrtie]

ch. 8 ⤍ valorant

"hiii chat today i'm gonna be playing valorant with kazuha" you greeted your stream once you started.

"we're dating now by the way" you added.

user1 cap

"i'm telling y'all the truth. she's my girlfriend"

user2 you have one of those?

"i get enough of this shit from my friends. i can pull and i'll show y'all today" you told your chat.

user3 sounds delulu

"i will put this shit in emote only" you gave out false threats.

user4 you won't

"okay i take it back, i'm sorry" you apologized.

user5 you better

"y'all bully me too much"

user6 it's our love language

"i think we all as a community should be a little bit nicer. i like to be appreciated"

user7 nahh we good

"i swear my chat shits on me more than the people that hate me do" you chuckled.

user8 FK THEM! only we can do that

"i do love y'all though so please sub to my channel because i've ordered food every day this week. i'm about to be broke"

naoi.rei sounds personal

"rei? how are you chatting right now, i haven't unbanned you yet?" you asked confused.

naoi.rei i unbanned myself

"sounds illegal, i'm reporting you for hacking" you joked.

you talked with your chat for a couple more minutes while waiting for kazuha to message you that she was ready. while you were reading comments one particular comment stood out.

user9 LOOK AT KAZUHA'S TITLE RN

"why? is it embarrassing?" you asked going to look at kazuha's stream.

duo's with bae @gameryn

"see! chat i told you we were dating! don't call me delusional anymore" you exclaimed after seeing the title.

"i should change mine then, it's only fair…" you said out loud going to change yours.

duo's with my gf @k_a_z_u_h_a__

"can you send me your name so i can add you?" you had just gotten into a call with kazuha on discord and were ready to play.

k_a_z_u_h_a__ Today at 7:48 PM bbyongbong #2252

"what is your name?" you asked while laughing.

"it's blackpinks lightstick" she answered making you nod your head in understandment. you typed it in and added her.

while waiting in queue for a match you talked about ranks and the game.

"you know how long it took me to get out of gold! i was there for almost a year!" you complained to the japanese girl.

"if we lose all our games and derank, please do not be mad at me" kazuha said to you.

"kazuha i swear if you throw and i go back back to gold i will actually never talk to you again" you told her.

"i will not purposely throw" she replied.

"i don't trust that but i'll believe you for now" after that conversation the game found a match and you picked your characters.

once the game started you stood in front of her character in game, "you wanna trade skins? my gun sings"

"yess give me" you dropped the skin and grabbed hers.

since the round hadn't started yet you went to go type in kazuha's chat.

gameryn im in y'all gameryn spectrum classic > any other classic

next round you bought a vandal dropping it on her body before she could tell you to sell it.

"dropping a vandal on round two is crazy! how can you afford this?" kazuha asked.

"i trust you'll use it well" you told her with a smile on your face.

"this is why you were stuck in gold"

"now that's just rude" you shook your head at her words, "it might be true though"

since you didn't have anything but a class you died fast and started spectating kazuha.

"you have such a great flank" you told her after she killed the second person. she turned the corner to kill the third person.

"yes, they don't know you're there" you said as she killed the fourth one.

"last one is boat" one of your teammates who just died commed.

she went forward and once she saw him she immediately head shotted the last person.

"holy shit that 4K, you're so hot for that" you hyped kazuha up.

"see! i knew you would do the vandal justice" you said as the next round started.

"it was still a crazy purchase"

during the next round, the enemy phoenix popped and kazuha killed him immediately. she got out of the corner she was hiding in and killed the sage. she held that same corner waiting for another enemy to pop out and they do, killing that one as well.

"hold on i'll bait for you" you told her running up and dying immediately letting kazuha know exactly where they were.

the saw the last one but they both missed their shots so chamber teleported behind making kazuha turn around. since she was hidden behind a wall she planted the spike.

the enemy chamber peeked the corner and kazuha killed him, winning the round and getting an ace.

"that's my duo!" you cheered.

"can you coach me please! i wanna play like you"

"yes! this is my moment" kazuha sat up to become even more focused.

after the round ended you asked kazuha what could have been done better to not die.

"uhm… next time try killing them… i don't know"

"kazuha you literally died first"

"i actually didn't die first; i died second"

"okay… i guess that is a little bit better than first"

"blue dude is windowwwww" you yelled out before dying.

kazuha jumped over a wall before killing the second to last person. she pulled out her knife to get the enemy's gun and died to the last standing person on the enemy team.

"why were you hopping around like that, were you trying to throw?" you asked genuinely.

"you said she was window!" kazuha retorted.

"i said blue dude! viper was unknown"

"okay then that was my fault" kazuha admitted.

"that was really concerning and if you keep playing like that i will leave this lobby" you told kazuha.

"i didn't say anything when you bought me a vandal on ROUND TWO but this is the kind of treatment i get" the japanese girl sighed.

"i believed in you" you simply replied. while you were waiting on the next round to start you took the chance to type in kazuha's chat.

gameryn kazuha is a pro thrower

"this is slander. suing you for defamation" kazuha said after reading your chat.

"why is everyone dead?" you asked once you realized you were alone, "kazuha help me!"

"sova is probably watching the flank" you peeked the corner to see the sova watching a different angle so you swung and headshot him, "yes now the other one has an op, but don't worry you're better. you have a double satchel so use that to swing quickly"

you swung the sage missing every shot, and needing to switch guns before finally head shotting her with a pistol.

"i only saw the last shot. that was so clean" kazuha told you.

gameryn get you a coach that lies to you 😍😍

"maybe you are a good coach" you said afterward.

"see! tell somebody to sign me" she exclaimed.

"you are signed"

"oh shit i am. don't tell my team i said that"

when the next round started you quickly pushed out and killed the first person before quickly moving to cover. you pulled out your ult, unfortunately missing it all. you slowly peeked out from the corner and killed the second one before moving some more and killing the third one from a distance.

you went around hoping to get the fourth one from behind which you luckily did.

"my ace!" you called out just as kazuha killed the last person.

"you have to earn it"

"i actually felt like i deserved that one" you said sadly.

"if only you would have killed them faster than me"

you playfully rolled your eyes before going to kazuha's chat to quickly type something before the next round started.

gameryn L coach

"maybe you would've gotten that ace if you would stay out of my chat and focused on the game" kazuha said.

"kazuha is the worst coach" you told your chat but didn't mute.

"you're unmuted" she told you.

"i know it was on purpose" you replied.

you two won that game and while you were waiting on the next game to start, you started talking about random stuff.

"we should have couple names and become edaters" you suggested to kazuha.

"immediately no" kazuha said.

"but it would be cute"

"i'll pass"

"yeah… that probably is for the best"

the game started and y'all were on the character picking so you asked kazuha, "coach who should i play on this map"

kazuha thought about it for a second, looking at everybody that already picked, "smokes, but of course whoever you're comfortable with"

"so omen" you locked it in.

it was the fourth round when you shot at a wall randomly hoping to at least get one, "that was all me, i got so much info"

"you spent the whole round shooting at a wall"

"yeah and we found out they weren't there"

a couple of rounds later as the spike was about to go off you saw the phoenix ult so you stood behind waiting for his ult to end.

"knife him" kazuha told you and you pulled out your knife successfully knifing him once the body returned.

"two more, there's no way we lose here" kazuha said while waiting for the next game to start. the game was currently 11-3.

"we're definitely losing after that" and you were right.

which led to this moment where you were the last two standing. the score was 11-7.

"i have blind" you told kazuha.

"do it" she told you and threw your blind, then went back to hold the cross with kazuha. you got the kill from the back.

kazuha threw one of her abilities down and you shot the last one threw the wall.

"niceee" kazuha said.

"we've done it. best duo out there. nobody can top us" you said.

it was 12-7 and one of your teammates stuck the bomb before dying and you killed one of the three people left. you teleported away from the bomb watching it from a further angle.

the enemy omen set down a smoke and your teammates pinged the spike for you which you sprayed at, successfully killing the person on spike.

you pushed into the smoke immediately seeing the enemy omen and killed him, winning the game.

"so i think my coaching was successful" kazuha gloated, "i helped you win us that game"

"you were a terrible coach. one star, but only because you're pretty"

"i'll take it" she smiled.

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[xxacidnekoxx]

I'm so sad I figured out I was trans so late and I was so sad that coming out wasn't very comfortable and people don't talk about trans boys as much as I think they should.

When you're a cute artist girl online and you have a ton of followers and a lot of them are desperate straight guys who were only nice because they saw me as a potential partner for themselves.. and then it gets to a point where people feel like it's normal to just treat you like an object because you're just a popular artist you're not a real person to them. people create this wierd image of you when they call themselves your fan and are like "I'm your biggest fan I'm obsessed with you I love cute girl artists who draw sexy furries" and all you're trying to do is express yourself and find like-minded people..

And then you come out and tell them you are a man actually

The response is not pretty when I came out people got pissed off at me for killing their image of me and some people even started immediately talking about me in past tense everyone was like fuck you I thought you and your art was hot now you're a man I'm so angry fuvk you for killing my waifu artist popular girl that I thought was mine to date eventually!!!!

It was actually legitimately traumatic for me because I realized how transphobic people really are at the same time I realized people just liked me for my looks and gender. there were some very angry cis men making things like hate discords dedicated to me and I'm still trying to get to a point where I can just be alive again and it's been really hard it's been a long time a lot of tears a lot of lonely feelings and hopeless feelings all because I'm a trans boy

#ramble

[cloudywithachanceofautism]

HERE ARE MY MAIN SIX ‘12 HEADCANNONS

Very slight nsfw

Raph

My boy is a bisexual king and we love him for that.

Has a massive praise kink, call him a good boy or how good hes doing and he’ll melt

Autistic (totally not projecting)

Listens to metal and is the embodiment of ‘can you feel my heart’ by bmth (again, really not projecting)

He has severe anxiety and since Leo’s coma it’s only worsened, Spike is the only one who actually knows but his brothers are onto it as well, because of the panic attacks

Has learned sign language, trash talks with Donnie.

They use he/they pronouns, has tried she pronouns but wasn’t comfortable

Transmasc, i saw the headcannon and I will forever stand by this too.

He feels at fault for Splinter’s death

They are polyamorous, no further explanation he just is.

Casey was his first kiss.

The brain worm left him with severe headaches and balance issues

PTSD

Loves gossipping, has in fact bonded with Karai and Shini because of it

And Mona is there to hear it

After Alopex joined the mutanimals, she, Casey, Raph and Mona became total besties.

Raph loves doing selfcare as a way of destressing, no one knows this except April

Wears eyeliner sometimes and helps Karai with hers too

Leo

This boy is so gay, like Fruity™️

Usagi comfirmed it

Karai knows and is number 1 leosagi fan

Uses mainy he/they pronouns, has sometimes used she pronouns too

BOTTOM WITH EMPHASIS ON BOTTOM

Can be soo sassy when he wants to be

Has PTSD

Really likes Imagine Dragons

Plays minecraft

They got stoned on pot brownies that Casey brought to the lair once

Kinda gets stoned more often now

But he’s responsible and only does it when hes at the farmhouse because of lesser threats, he, Raph and Casey do it together

Loves coffee more than tea

Mikey

Absolutely pansexual, like no debate

ADHD and dyslexic

Uses they/she pronouns but honestly doesn’t mind any

Defenitely sumn going on between them and Leatherhead, defenitely.

Has a giant pansexual flag in their room at her bedframe

Switch

Knows tons of languages like spanish, french and a little bit of german

Really dislikes the taste of coffee

She is terrifying when angry

Donnie

Biromantic ace no doubt no further explanation.

100% autistic

Uses he/him pronouns mostly but honestly does not care cus gender is a social construct.

Has gotten stoned with Leo sometimes

When it’s fall he’ll pester April to get a PSL every. Single. Day.

Casey

BI FUCKING SEXUAL, EMBODIMENT OF BISEXUALITY

He/she/they pronouns, very comfortable in his masculinity though.

Listens to P!ATD and jams out with Raph

He loves cuddles, like physical affection is his love language.

Hardcore stoner

Thinks Leo’s voice is super fucking hot

Does weightlifting next to hockey and is in fact strong enough to lift each of the turtles

Really wants to learn martial arts but he has no patience for the basics

April

She has severe anxiety after her dad got captured

Bonds with Raph best next to Donnie

Had an emo phase when she was 14

Wears contacts

She wanted to give her tessen to Karai, but Karai refused and told her to keep them.

She’s a lightweight, one glass of wine is enough

Has often checked on Raph after Splinter’s death, big sister mode™️ was very much activated

As a group+ other friends

They have game night every friday

When Casey and April stay the night, they all make breakfast together while jamming to their favorite music

When April asks for clothing advise, the boys will take it very seriously

They have a discord server , the main six have their own seperate channel called “the lair” but all their friends are in the server and can ask to be added to the call at any time.

They have given lair parties

During those parties they play games like ‘spin the bottle’ or ‘truth or dare’

Raph paints all the girl’s nails because of his steady hands.

Mona, April, Karai, Shini and Renet have girls nights on saturday, it makes Karai feel like a proper teen.

#tmnt 2012 april #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 raph #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 donnie #tmnt 2012 casey jones #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 mikey #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2012 headcanons

[brilla-brilla-estrellita]

Snowbaz & Co Barbie Outfits

I was chatting with a few others in discord and we were all in agreement that Simon and Baz would absolutely be going to see Barbie, and would be bringing Mordelia, Petra, and Sophie along.

But what would they wear?

This is how I’ve spent my job hunting free time over the last few weeks.

Pink and nonsense below the cut.

Petra

I feel like she’s a total horse girl. She spends all of her time thinking about horses and drawing horses and riding horses both real and imaginary. When Baz tells her they’re going to dress up for the movie, Petra is ready with her pink accessories to be Equestrian Barbie. There are a few versions of this Barbie, but I wasn’t that into them. Petra can do better. I asked my horse-riding friends how they would Barbie-fy the standard English riding look, and they said pink accessories. So:

Let’s start with our base equestrian look. White top with pink lining on the collar/cuffs, beige or... whatever color that is for the breeches, and field boots (I hear this is what they are called?). Then we add the pink accessories! (Yes, that is a unicorn on the end of that crop). Hot pink breeches optional. I’m foregoing the riding coat because it’s summer and we just don’t need that extra layer, but it does really pull the look together, and I did find a suuuuuper cute pink one. 

I don’t know anything about riding, especially English riding, so don’t come at me if this doesn’t make any sense (I would like to know how you would Barbie-fy your own riding look, though!).

Links: Base Outfit (left), Gloves, Crop, Helmet Cover, Breeches

Sophie

Sophie heard “wear pink” and knew just the dress for the occasion. This was the dress she wore for her most recent birthday party (because they totally have super posh, fancy kid birthdays that require nice new dresses, right?). I’m pretty sure the twins are somewhere around 10 now, and this is definitely something I would have worn as a 10 year old.

My inspiration for Sophie’s look was the 2010 Modern Princess Barbie (left) and the 2011 Cut ‘N Style Princess (right).

Links: Barbie Modern Princess (left), Dress, Barbie Cut ‘N Style Princess (right)

Mordelia

I imagine Mordelia goes immediately to a retro look. She’s around 15 at this point and could totally be into makeup and fashion. I like to imagine she’s kind of artsy, and while she’s the perfect age to be in her emo phase (which I would love for her to have), I understand this is not a “thing” anymore among the youths. Either way, I like to think Mordelia is a bit of a chameleon and floats around to whatever style inspires her at the moment. (Am I projecting? Yes. Yes, I am.)

I think she would prefer to go for the original 1959 Barbie with the black and white swimsuit (bodysuit?) and sunglasses, but Baz insists on pink (or Simon... yeah... it’s definitely all Simon). So they compromise on a modern take on the Flower Power era of the 60s and 70s. The dress has the large-scale, brightly colored floral print and miniskirt of the 60s with the bell sleeves more common in the 70s. I used this 1969 P.J. Talking doll for inspiration.

She goes all-out on the makeup with the recently revived and renovated mod eye look (top left) and sort of clumped, thick bottom lashes (bottom right) (there’s got to be a better way to describe that....). And the knee-high white boots, of course. She’s really just an amalgamation of all the most fun trends of the 1960s.

Can you tell I had the most fun with this one?

Links: Mod-inspired Eye Makeup (top left), Dress, P.J. Talking doll, Boots, Classic Mod Eye Makeup (bottom right)

Simon

I had a really hard time with both of the boys. But here we are. As soon as I saw the 1982 Ken Fashion Jeans, I knew that was my inspiration for Simon. It just felt so right. Though I didn’t use the actual jeans part as the inspiration, I did go with another 80s jean staple: acid wash jeans. And imagine the light pink shirt is actually the most obnoxious hot pink you can think of. 

I like to think Simon already had both of these pieces in his closet. Baz will be ensuring those top buttons stay undone all day, as god intended.

Honorable mention to this shirt that also has a Simon-look-alike for a model (tbh I still think maybe I should pick that one every time I look at it) and this basically mesh shirt.

Links: Soft Pink Knit Shirt (top left), Hot Pink Polo (top right), Acid Wash Jeans, Ken Fashion Jeans doll

Baz

The one that I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for that I’m also sure is going to disappoint... Baz. Boy did I struggle with Baz. What would he wear? A suit? More casual? More costume-y? Ultimately I decided casual since everyone else would be casual, it’s summer, and, more importantly, I couldn’t find any hot pink floral suits for men.

Once I narrowed it down to casual, I still couldn’t decide. I didn’t even have a good reference for inspiration. Nothing felt quite Baz.  Honestly, I need help.

I think I’ve settled on this large-scale floral print on the top left that feels like a very Barbie-esque print, but it’s not quite right. It for sure needs to be a little less boxy and a little more tailored like the slightly more classic Bazzy floral shirts below. The cherry blossoms (top right) are pretty and pink, but not quite Barbie and not quite Baz. The bottom left seems the most... typical? Not a bad choice (aside from the fact that Baz absolutely would not shop at Target or Walmart where I found this shirt). The bottom right is a little more bold and has the hot pink, but... I’m just not sure. 

And of course we need a good “Baz, you’re wearing jeans!” moment. Why is there a picture of Trent Crimm/James Lance instead of jeans on the left, you ask? When is a photo of Trent Crimm not relevant to Baz? He’s wearing jeans, isn’t he?

Links: Beautiful James Lance in Jeans, Large-Print Floral Shirt (top center), Cherry Blossoms Shirt (top right), Small Floral Print Shirt (bottom center), Shiny and Bold Floral Print (bottom right)

What do you all think? Which top is the most Baz x Barbie? Has anyone else thought about what everyone would wear to see Barbie? I’d love to see!

#Snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #mordelia grimm #barbie movie #i seriously spent so much time on this #and i still can't decide which shirt baz should wear #if any #what if they're all actually bad options #what do i do???

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

I've been cooking this one up for a while but early 90s (like set between 91 to 92) college au. Mai, Suki, and zuko are goths who does sokka's makeup every chance they get. they would chilling in sokka's dorm, and Mai would be like "someone hand me the white face paint".

the rest of the gaang + azula/ty lee is still in high school. they're doing a HS trip of the college. azula sees zuko and Mai eating lunch. she gets the attention of the tour guide, points at them, and says "I want THEM to tour us." also azula loves calling Mai and zuko, "Gomez and morticia".

she also does not hesitate to call zuko 'koko' in public and she will do it every time she sees him.

when toph is bored, she likes to fuck around with katara's answering machine at the ungodly hours of night. like when all the tv goes off (bc back in those days, the TV literally turned off. like It was just static), she'll call her, knowing she won't answer and just fuck around. katara would like wake up to fifteen messages on the answering message, all from toph. half of them are just her rambling about random ass shit, and the other half is jokes. Gran Gran would be like "your friend surely does talk a lot."

yue comes into town. she ends up going to the college and meets sokka, whom she becomes friends with. she's really heavily impacted katara's sense in fashion and makeup. yue's fashion & makeup is inspired by the 60s and 70s. she wears a lot of flowy dresses, skirts, and shirts. a lot of white, light blue, and other light colors in the blue family. yue teached katara some brown girl makeup hacks bc she knows how hard it is to find makeup for brown skin. she used to take katara shopping too like she was like the big sister she never had 😭

then zhao did some shit and yue & her family had to move.

SO SOKKA HAD A CAMCORDER WHICH WAS HIS DAD'S AND HE USES IT TO RECORD RANDOM SHIT AND DAY TO DAY LIFE 😭. one of the tapes was sokka and zuko trying to bring up their TV up the stairs since they just brought it. suki was recording. sokka's hand slips and the tv goes down the stairs and breaks. it just gasps and a beat of slience 😭.

and POLAROIDS. SO MANY POLAROIDS.

NDJISNDCNUOXSANUAOXSXNOSAUONAXSUUONASXNUO YOU GENIUS YOU INCREDIBLE HUMAN EATING THIS SHOVING IT IN MY MOUTH THROWING UP!!!!

ohhhhhhhh this gives me so many ideas. I could rave about every single one of these. Katara yue Bestiesm yes pls sharing makeup + fashion ideas would be so them. The 90s college vibes in fic are always immaculate and THIS. Sokka would absolutely use a camcorder ohhhhh I can see it. Nothing has ever been more canon than that. Him recording so many little fun aspects of their life and he gives it as a present to the friend group- like a lil memories vhs thingy. ALSO THE POLAROIDSSSS YES YES. omg that’s immediately reminding me of the wonderful @petricorah ‘s All Time art of modern au zukka in a Polaroid. I need more vibes like this I’ll invest actually.

Also thank u for truthing abt Zuko mai and suki gothism bc it’s so important to me. Also that toph and katara anecdote IM ROLLINGGG. SHE WOULD 💀. like she is such A Little Shit and would make Katara’s life hell (also god forbid in a modern modern au someone gives her discord. she’d abuse the /tts command to its full potential.)

Also omg Gomez and morticia so true bc mai is the hot unbothered kick ass goth lady and Zuko just. follows her around. adores n admires. as he should.

oh and I saw this addition and wanted it to be in the same post cuz. it’s just so amazing I’m LAUGHINGGGG

THIS IS SO CANON SO TRUE THEY WOULD DESTROOOOYYY EACH OTHER FOR THOSE YEARBOOK PICTURES. and like. what’s funny is Zuko’s one is kinda canon. Iroh absolutely did his hair in hs bc that boy was an awkward mess and had no time to worry about his appearance.

this is literally giving me life omfg thank u for this

#asks #sofia speaks about herself #atla #princess-irene #<- you’re just gonna get ur own tag cuz atp you’re feeding my hyper fixation and deserve recognition #literally obsessed obseeeeessed w this I’ll die actually #thank u for these asks like I don’t think u understand #had such a shit day this made it 1 million times better #atla hcs

[ayyy-pee]

Chapter 5 - Pathetic

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: Reader goes on her first date with Gojo!

And Suguru goes on a date with...someone/something else.

Genre:**College AU**

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Virgin Reader, Yandere Suguru, Emotional Cheating, Male Masturbation

Suguru Art by: Ilameys

**18+ Minors DNI**

You stood nervously in your living room looking yourself over in the full view mirror that hung next to the front door. You took Utahime’s advice and went with that silk sage green dress with that slit up your thigh. As your eyes roamed your body, you had to give yourself props. You looked fucking hot. This dress was everything. It showed off your curves in all the right places. Your thighs looked particularly plush in this dress and the chunky heels you wore. Hopefully Satoru loved it. Your mind wandered, thinking about how Suguru would react if he saw you in this. You typically dressed fairly conservatively when going to classes – usually donning a cute sweater or top and a skirt. It was just easier to get around that way when you’re running across campus to the next club of many you’re a part of.

You turn in the mirror, checking to make sure your ass looks good. It does. And again, you found yourself wondering if Suguru would like this dress on you. You shook your head, scrambling your thoughts of him. Fuck Suguru. He deserved to see you in the dress while Satoru ran his hands up your thighs and over your ass.

Not that he would care.

And why do you care? After the way he spoke to you, you decided to never speak to him again. You could not have cared less if he dropped dead in front of you.

Liar.

Your phone buzzed with an unread text from Utahime and a new text from Satoru. Utahime had reached out to you right after your argument with Suguru, but everything was still so fresh and just a little bit embarrassing, so you had not responded. She worked tonight, so you weren’t going to see her until way later tonight or even tomorrow. You opened your messages from Utahime.

Hime &lt;;3: are u okay?

Hime &lt;;3: I talked to sugu. What he said to u was not cool at all. Ily and have so much fun on your date with satoru and try not to think about it. See u tonight

Hime &lt;;3: or tmrw ;)

You sighed, moving down to the next text thread. A message from Satoru.

Satoru: dinner going good so far i think. counting down the mins before i see u tbh

God, he was so sweet. You nibbled absentmindedly on your lip thinking of a response. So far, you hadn’t experienced anything with Satoru but him being nice to you. Judging from Utahime’s reaction when you told her what he texted you earlier, he didn’t act like this with other girls. You didn’t know what Suguru was going on about or really why he cared. His words echoed in your head.

If you think you’ll be anything more to Satoru than a pair of legs to slide between, then you really are a fucking moron.

You sighed, quickly sending a reply to Satoru as you grabbed your purse and left.

You: Heading out now. See you soon <3

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8:00pm

You stood outside of Satoru’s apartment, feeling more nervous than before. You had already knocked and now you stood patiently waiting for him to open the door. What if this date went terribly? What if Satoru saw you all done up and decided you weren’t attractive enough? What if he only wanted sex? What if he really thought you were boring?

Again, Suguru’s words rang through your mind.

And just like all of his other whores, you’re a one night stand away from Satoru being fucking bored of you in a couple of hours.

Your stomach dropped thinking about this. You felt beat down and your night had barely started. Suguru’s words had really stung and you could not figure out why. You supposed this was his goal. He always did like to see you miserable – see you losing.

The door opened.

Satoru stood before you, in all his modelesque glory. He was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a white button up that looked so soft you had to resist reaching out and gliding your fingers over the material. And he smelled good – so good. What cologne was that? You’d have to ask him about it later. His hair hung loosely around his face and you thanked the gods above that he ditched the sunglasses because you could get used to nearly drowning in those eyes that looked as though they held the ocean in them.

He gave you a crooked smile as he stepped aside to let you in.

“Sorry for the wait. I couldn’t figure out how to turn the oven off so I just unplugged it.”

You stepped past him, laughing quietly. “Do you not cook?”

Satoru snorted. “No way. I pay people for that. How was your day? Hope you didn’t miss me as much as I missed you.”

“Satoru, I met you this morning.” You chided, grinning ear to ear. You knew he was goofy from the conversation you’d had this morning on your morning run, but he surprised you with how forward he was about his feelings. Like he had absolutely nothing to lose by being completely transparent.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t miss you. Maybe you just made that good of an impression on me.” His eyes dropped, slowly roaming over your body. “You look very beautiful by the way.”

You smiled, thanking him bashfully. This man was going to make you melt into a puddle. You had never had anyone show this much affection to you before. You peered around the apartment, trying to hide the very obvious blush spreading across your cheeks. The apartment was nice. It was a standard university apartment with an open floor plan, but you had to give the boys credit - they knew how to decorate.

You jumped a little when you felt Satoru’s hand touch the small of your back. He grinned down at you.

“Come sit here.” He guided you over to the kitchen area, where a small dining table sat next to the kitchen island. It was already set for dinner, the food Satoru cooked already waiting. You took a seat and thanked Satoru when he pushed your chair in for you.

“I hope you like red, but if not I also got white and if you hate that, we always have beer. Or maybe you like seltzer? I kind of just bought a bit of everything.” He was rambling and you found it endearing. Maybe you made him as nervous as he made you.

You hummed quietly to yourself. “Red is fine.”

He poured a glass for you and then a glass of water for himself. You thought this was odd.

“You’re not drinking?” You asked as he took a seat in front of you. You watched as the tips of his ears turned a cute shade of crimson.

“Ah, well…I’m a bit of a lightweight so I don’t drink much. And I want to savor tonight. And remember it.” He mumbled that last part.

Your face heated up immediately. Satoru beamed, watching your reaction with barely concealed interest. He cleared his throat.

“Okay. So. I’m not a cook at all but, I really wanted to try and make something special for you. So I made Tuscan chicken with a side of saffron rice. Again…not a chef, but let me know what you think.” He watched anxiously as you lifted your fork and knife to cut into the chicken. It looked and smelled so good, the steam curling deliciously in the air before you. Satoru followed suit. You smiled at him as you held your fork up and tapped your piece of chicken with his in a show of ‘cheers’, then you both took a bite. Satoru eyed you as he chewed, nervously awaiting your reaction. You swallowed.

“Satoru…”

You took a large gulp of your wine. He had spent so much time and effort on this. The effort was truly appreciated. You’d never had a guy go out of his way for you like this. The thought made your heart race. You had to be honest and tell him…

“Satoru…this is terrible.”

He blinked. And then he burst out laughing – a deep belly laugh that was contagious and had you laughing with him. He ran his hand over his face as he let out a long sigh.

“It really is!” He chuckled. “Well, I tried.” And you couldn’t help but reach across the table for his hand. He took your hand in his, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m glad you were honest with me. Most girls probably would’ve eaten the entire meal and lied about how great it was.”

“If I don’t give honest feedback, how will you get better at it?”

He scrunched his face, clearly not a fan of giving cooking another shot.

“I think I’ll just go back to paying someone to do it for me.” Satoru let go of your hand, pulling his phone out. “I’m going to order something to eat instead. Preference?”

You hummed. “Sushi okay?”

He smiled, his blue eyes gazing adoringly at you. “Anything you want, baby.”

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You and Satoru had moved to the couch, your empty sushi containers scattered across the coffee table. His arm draped over the back of the couch with you tucked into him as you both idly chatted about your day.

“Sugu told me you guys got into it earlier.” He muttered, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. His tone sounded apprehensive as he brought it up.

“Hmm. Yeah, we did.”

“What did he say to you?”

“Honestly, nothing important.” You lied.

You would never admit it, but Suguru’s words ate away at you up until you stepped foot through Satoru’s door. You hated feeling stupid, like you were being taken advantage of. Suguru implying you were just that made you feel…well, stupid and you did not like that. Especially coming from him. Someone who was just as smart as you were if not smarter, though he would never hear you tell him he was smarter than you. You liked to think you made good decisions, that you were a good judge of character. But, you couldn’t stop remembering Suguru’s words suggesting Satoru was only trying to get in your pants. Part of you believed he was right for whatever reason. You assumed it was blind trust since Suguru knew Satoru better than anyone. But the other part of you looked back at the night so far and thought Suguru could not be more wrong about Satoru. He had shown you nothing but care tonight.

“I don’t get you guys. You fight like an old married couple or something.”

Your eyes widened, the sensation of your stomach squeezing at the thought of you and Suguru being married surprising you. A lifetime of trying to one-up each other, competing over who has the better career and arguing over what color the curtains should be in the house you fought about buying. Sounded miserable…and yet the idea did not bother you. You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought as you replied to Satoru.

“Gross.” Was all you could muster.

“Y/n, I really like you. And I wanna keep seeing you. It would be cool if you and Sugu could get along. He’s really important to me and I don’t want him and the girl I’m seeing to hate each other.”

You almost reflexively responded with a “too bad” because the idea of having anything to do with Suguru made you want to punch through a wall. But you did like Satoru a lot already and wanted to keep seeing him as well. You sighed in resignation.

“I guess I can do that.” You said, and your stomach tightened again when you heard Satoru whisper a thank you and felt him shift and lean forward over your shoulder to place a sweet kiss on your cheek. His chest pressing against your back made you feel-

The sound of keys sliding into the front door’s lock followed by the door opening made you jump slightly. You turned your head, Satoru’s lips still pressed to your cheek to find Suguru standing in the doorway. You watched him, an unreadable expression on his face as he stared at you before he rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen.

Satoru pulled his lips from you as he turned to see Suguru’s back. “Oh hey, Sugu. Didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

“It’s past midnight.” Suguru grumbled from the kitchen. Past midnight? Had it really been that long? He opened the fridge, grabbing a can of beer and you flinched when you heard the loud crack of it being opened.

You removed yourself from under Satoru’s arm and turned your body to face his. You didn’t say anything. You just watched as Suguru leaned over the kitchen island and spoke with Satoru. He didn’t acknowledge you – not that you expected him to, but it was clear there had been a shift in your already very strained relationship.

Satoru turned his attention back on you, his hand coming up to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. You snuck another peek at Suguru, who watched intently from the kitchen as he took a sip of his beer. And something about the way he was watching you made you feel bold. You pulled your eyes away from his dark stare and focused on the icy blue orbs ahead of you. You reached forward, bringing your hands up the collar of that white shirt Satoru wore that you had wanted to touch so badly earlier and breathily spoke up.

“Satoru…kiss me.”

And his lips pressed against yours.

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From the kitchen, Suguru hoped his face didn’t convey the pure, uninhibited rage he was feeling watching you kiss Satoru. He sipped his beer as you closed your eyes and slotted your lips against his best friends.

Truthfully, he had hoped you would be gone by the time he got back. You both had a debate meeting in the morning regarding the upcoming national’s trip and he was sure you’d be in your own home asleep so you didn’t miss it. He had also hoped you’d be gone so he wouldn’t have to see this.

After your argument, Suguru went straight to the library to study up for debate. He did not have much luck focusing. His mind could not stop playing the sound of you breathing out “fuck you”, the way your lip quivered just a tiny bit and your eyes…he regretted everything he said the moment he saw your eyes water before you spun around and left.

He didn’t know why he said those things about Satoru. They were all true and normally, Suguru would not have cared enough to warn one of Satoru’s potential conquests of his prior…engagements. He was his best friend. Guy code or whatever. But when Utahime asked if you were planning on sleeping with Satoru, the words fell from his mouth before he could stop them. Truthfully, he did regret saying everything he did to you because one – he didn’t mean them and two – it didn’t seem to deter you as you were now on the couch holding on to Satoru’s shirt for dear life while you made out with him in front of Suguru.

He tried not to stare, he really did, and he was about to turn away and go to his room when you opened your eyes and looked dead at him. With Satoru’s lips latched against your own, you watched Suguru. The sound of yours and Satoru’s mouths smacking against each other rang loud throughout the apartment. Suguru could feel his breath caught in his throat and for some reason, he was trying to resist the urge to barge over to the living room, rip Satoru off of you and take his place on your lips.

He took another sip of his beer, holding your gaze with his own as Satoru pulled away from your mouth. And Suguru finally got to see your face, eyes half lidded, lips swollen from – ugh – Satoru’s assault on them. Your eyes never left Suguru’s, even when Satoru’s mouth moved to kiss along your neck and your mouth fell open in a silent sigh Suguru yearned to hear. But he wasn’t left to imagine the sound for long because Satoru pressed a soft kiss against a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear and you moaned. You moaned as Satoru licked and nipped at that spot behind your ear and your gaze with Suguru the entire time and damn he wanted to be the ones pulling those sounds out of you. He couldn’t stand you, but he couldn’t stand watching you melt into Satoru even more.

Even with the intense anger he felt watching you come undone before him under the ministrations of someone else, the strain in his pants was impossible to ignore now. Between your moans and those lust filled hazy eyes boring holes into him as you watched him from across the apartment, he knew he had to get out of there. It was hard, so fucking hard but he broke eye contact with you, placing his can of unfinished beer on the kitchen island and heading to his room. He closed the door behind him. It was only then he realized he was practically gasping for air, sweat beading on his forehead.

His mind flashed with images of the past few minutes.

Your lust filled, half lidded eyes.

Suguru threw himself down onto his bed, hurrying to drag his pants and boxers down to knees.

The way your mouth went slack as Satoru’s tongue coasted over your collarbone.

Suguru’s cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach and smearing pre-cum across his abdomen. Fuck, he was painfully hard.

The gasping moan you let out when Satoru kissed behind your ear.

He gripped his length and gritted his teeth, biting back the loud groan that wanted to escape him. Chills ran up his spine as he gave himself a hard squeeze.

In the deepest recesses of his mind, Suguru realized what he was doing. Touching himself to the thought of the person he knew he hated most in the world. But his body was on autopilot. He could not have stopped if he wanted to. He could regret it later.

He began moving his hand up and down, his hips bucking up at the sensation. His eyes rolled back as he pictured your puffy lips parted, your chest rising up and down as you watched him in the kitchen. God, he wanted to be Satoru in that moment.

Suguru sat up, his length still in hand. He pursed his lips as spit ran down his tongue and dropped on to his angry red tip with a smack. He let the spit run down his shaft before using his hand to spread it over. He began pumping, letting out a sigh as his head lolled back against the wall, the extra lubrication adding to his pleasure. His initial pace was lazy, just trying to find a rhythm he liked.

Are you a fucking idiot?

Your voice echoed through his head. He continued pumping, slowly. You were so fucking annoying. He couldn’t stand you.

I could actually run circles around you. Literally, figuratively, academically. You’ll always be beneath me.

Your voice rang through. Damn, he wanted to be beneath you right now. His hand squeezed around his cock as he moved his hand up and down, up and down just a little faster. He moaned quietly, careful to keep his voice low. The last thing he needed was you and Satoru hearing him like this.

He ran his thumb over his tip, smearing fresh pre-cum down his length and resuming his ministrations – faster this time.

His mind conjured up a memory of you. You standing there, hands on your hips in that fucking short skirt he hated that he loved watching you stomp away in. Your face was pinched in disgust after having yet another argument.

I hate your fucking guts.

Suguru groaned quietly, his hips bucking up into his hand like a reflex.

“Mmm- I fucking hate you, too.” He whispered to no one but himself.

His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his heart pounding in his ears, cock pulsing so hard he could feel the blood rushing through it. He was so close. So close. And then you were there, right at the forefront of his mind. Those pretty lips pressed into a hard line as you said it. You said what made him hate you the most.

You stupid. Fucking. Monkey.

And Suguru’s balls tightened, his cock stiffened and he saw nothing but blinding white lights as he came so hard he had to grip on to his bedsheets and bite down on his lip to keep from crying out. Crying out your name as hot white ropes of cum slapped on to his stomach. As he came down from his release, catching his breath, his mind gave him another image of you. You standing over him with that same disgusted look you always gave him.

Pathetic.

He heard your voice say. He ran his clean hand through his hair and let out a harsh breath.

“Fuck. I know.”

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