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klipkillakai · 3 months

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you laugh when your bestie mia tells you about her vacation in florida, she’s currently telling you about her sneaky links and showing you pictures as you do her nails, you’ve been doing your own nails for years and you’ve extended to doing your friends too.. you softly tap the acrylic onto her nail shaping it neatly—

“ugh i wanna go on a vacation” you say as you start filing her nails.. “you could’ve went with me i asked” she says in a sing song voice slightly teasing you, you roll your eyes “you know how my parents are stop playing” she laughs and nods..

your phone vibrates and you hear a ding cutting your music off for a second and you look down at your phone and see it’s a text from connie, you immediately feel warmth all over your body and try your hardest to fight back a smile..

“unt unt girl you gotta tell me about him now” laughing you say “it’s not much to tell yet, we’re just hanging out you know?” mia gives you a knowing look “mhm” and goes back to humming to the sza song playing through your room

a while later your taking pictures of her nails, “girl hold your hand straight” you laugh.. “i’m trying shit, i drank too much coffee” you giggle and finally get pictures to your satisfaction and sigh leaning back in your chair.. then you start to clean up

“so there’s this house party tonight down the block you trynna go?” you look up “i don’t know, you know ion really go to parties like that” mia groans “please y/n i don’t wanna go by myself and we don’t have to stay long” you think about it… “ugh fine” you say and she yells “period!” you start thinking about what your gonna wear and how your gonna do your hair “so imma leave, the party starts at 6 and i’m gonna go get ready and imma pick you up then okay?” you wipe down the table “okay bet” she comes over and gives you a quick hug before leaving—

“life is better on saturn” you sing while you put highlighter on the tip of your nose while looking in the mirror, you hear a ding and mia texts you she’s outside so you quickly get up looking at your outfit, mid rise jeans and a cropped white halter top, something slight something comfortable, you slip on black kitten heels you thrifted and you put on all your jewelry, rings, necklaces, bracelets, and switching out some of the earrings on your stack..

you drench your body in perfume because that’s the only way to do it and you grab your purse, quickly grabbing your lip gloss and liner before running out the door—

connie looks down at his phone for the 100th time today, waiting for you to text him back, he takes another hit from his blunt, and ignores when his friends try to talk to him about something cause now.. you stressin him out a little bit.. you haven’t gotten to the point in your relationship where your sharing locations so he has no idea where you are or what your doing.. he sends you another text

“wya mama?”

he waits 10 mins and still no response, he sits up a bit and rubs a hand down his face “this fucking girl man” he whispers and gets up, mumbling to his friends he has to go..

you unknowingly forgot to text him back and your in your own little world as your at the party, you dance with mia grinding against each other and singing tipsily towards each other giggling, it’s hot and sweaty and it truly feels like a movie, the beatbox your drinking is running through your veins and pumping false confidence and sensuality, it hinders your common sense a bit so you allow that one guy to touch up on you a little bit, you let him hold your waist as he moves behind you—

you and mia slip away from the dancing a bit going to find more drinks, you lean in the counter giggling with mia watching her pour a bunch of different liquors in two cups for you both and you feel your phone buzz and realize your getting a call, not only that but you’ve gotten several texts, you pick up

“h-hello?” you stutter a bit and giggle

“y/n? where you been i’ve been texting you all day”

you realize it’s connie and you slightly sober up

“im sorry ive been out all d-day, i didn’t see the texts”

connie slightly clenches his jaw as he sits in his car and tries to calm himself down, “where you at now?”

“im at a party with mia” you giggle softly

“who tf is-” connie starts his car and speeds down the road.. “where’s the party at”

“ummmm” you hum trying to think about it but your drunk mind won’t let you, “i’m gonna just send you my location” you do so and connie looks at it realizing it one of his buddies house and makes a turn and heads there.. “i’m on my wa- he’s about to say but is cut off when you abruptly hang up” he almost throws his phone but calms himself down—

you accidentally hang up as you get handed another drink and you go back to the dance floor, they start playing vybez kartel and you get it lit asf, you and mia start whining and twerking on each other.. mia records you as you unbutton your pants allowing the ass to move a bit more and you twerk on her “baby, baby mi a plead” you sing in unison and you both are laughing and having a good ass time..

the guy from before comes over and you let him hold you waist as you whine—

connie walks into the party hearing “one man” loudly playing one the speakers, he sees a sea of people dancing, laughing, chatting, drinking and smoking, he daps up a few people as we walks through the crowd looking for you..

he walks throughout the house and he finally sees you, and when he does he looses his fucking mind, he sees some random guy behind you holding your waist, as you whine on him, he sees that pretty ass smile on your face, your eyes slightly glossy and low how they usually are when you smoke together and not a care in the world..

he almost blacks out and quickly walks to you, yanking the guy off and pulling out a gun, and pressing it to the guys head and he says quietly “back the fuck up” you look at the gun and you slightly gasp in shock

“connie?” you ask, softly tugging him back.. connie looks back at you and gives you a look you never want to see from him again “imma deal with you in a second” he says low enough for only you two to hear and goes back to the guy currently trying to act hard infront of the crowd of people, connie cocks the gun and presses it harder against his head “do sumn i dare you..”

he threatens and the guy starts backing off..

connie stares him down until he walks away and he slowly turns back at you and you sober up a bit

“im sor- connie cuts you off and grabs your hand and drags you outside, you try to talk but connie doesn’t respond, he gets to his car and opens the door for you letting you get inside and slamming your door..

you start feeling a nervous flutter in your lower belly and watch as he rounds the car and gets in, starting the car and pulling off without saying a word

“connie” you say softly trying to get his attention but his hand just grips the wheel and he speeds up, you softly try to touch his chin and he grabs your hand and pulls it down..

“talk to me” you whisper, looking up at him and rubbing his arm.. still no response.. you sigh and sit back down looking out the window slightly biting your lip, as you sit there you get an idea.. definitely influenced by the alcohol and weed running through your veins..

you look over at him and you softly start to rub his chest, you lean a bit closer and press small kisses to his shoulder, “talk to me” you whisper again, you start to drag your hand down his chest to his lap and you rub his thigh.. biting your lip you slide you hand over to his bulge and start to palm it and you lean towards his ear “please talk to me papa” you say in the sweetest voice you can muster.. you watch as his eyes quickly flicker over to yours and you slightly smile knowing you almost got him..

you take off your seatbelt, trusting he won’t crash and you undo his belt and unbutton his jeans, you reach down and pull his dick out, he’s so hard and the tip is a painful red and you watch as a singular bead of precum rolls down his tip, you look up at him and he’s watching you with a dazed lustful look, but you also see anger behind them at that makes you feel a multitude of things..

you look back down and press a small kiss to the tip, and you hear a slow release of air come from his mouth, almost like a slow hiss, relying on books you’ve read and videos you watched you do the best you can, softly spitting on his dick and wrapping your mouth around his tip, using your hand with your freshly done acrylics to handle the rest..

connie feels like he’s going insane, he’s angry with you you, but at the same time he needs you so desperately, he quickly pulls into a parking lot so he can focus on what you doing, connie parks and slightly puts his seat back allowing you to have more room, he pushes your braids always from your eyes so he can see them while he looks down at you—

you hollow your cheeks and start to bob your head connie’s eyes nearly roll back and he holds your har up guiding you.. you move faster, taking it deeper while looking up at him for reassurance..

“ugh fuck” connie groans “just like that”

“don’t think i forgot about what you was doing mama, had me stressed all day.. ignoring me nd shi”

you feel connie tug your braids lifting your head up and you look at him, he stares downs at you and grabs your face with his hand and he licks and bites his lip as if he’s holding himself back from something, you watch as he slowly grabs his gun from the armrest and picks it up looking at if before slowly rubbing it on your lips and then slowly raising it to the side of your temple…

this sends a slice of terror down your back, you freeze and look up at connie, your eyes getting teary and blurry.. but.. deep down.. you feel that slow wave of heat pooling in your belly, the slow trickle of your slick filling your panties, and that soft throb.. and that’s what scares you the most.. you like this..

“i don’t ever wanna see you on another guy like that you hear me?”

“i swear to god y/n i will kill that motherfucker and then imma be on yo ass after”

he leans down closer to you “nod if you understand”

you slowly nod, a tear rolls down your cheek and your drunk mind struggles to process the influx of emotions your feelings right now..

he puts the gun down and leans back softly grabbing the base of his dick and squeezing it, jerking it softly before tapping it against your lips.. “open” he whispers and you do… you take his dick in your mouth, sitting up a bit and going as deep as you can, you gag softly and connie groans quietly “there you go” he whispers and you start to bob your head up and down..

you start to drool and let it get sloppy and nasty, you use both of your hands to jerk the base as you bob your head and connie’s eyes roll back and he holds a hand over his face “fuuuuck” he whispers and you respond with soft gags and soft little moans..

you slide your mouth off with a “pop!” and you start to kiss his balls heavy with cum as you look up at him.. “who taught you this” he almost whimpers and looks slightly jealous.. “m-my first time” you say as you drag your lips up and down his length..

“stop fucking playing” he groans absolutely not believing you.. “m’not lying papa” and you take him back in your mouth gagging softly and taking it as deep you can go.. at this point your mascara is rolling down your cheeks and your eyes are teary and red, but connie thinks this is the prettiest he’s ever seen you and he knows that makes him a sick bastard but he doesn’t care..

“your gonna make me-” he quickly pulls your head away as he felt he was about to cum, “shit baby hollon we going back to my place”… you softly whine and he nods “i know baby i know” you sit up and get back in your seat and connie tucks himself back in before quickly pulling out the parking lot and speeding back home..

he pulls into the parking garage and he hops out and so do you, you softly slip of your heels and you walk on your tippy toes to the elevator, connie notices and quickly picks you up bridal style and you let out a sharp gasp and immediately you feel a bit insecure..

“put me down m’too heavy” you try to slip out of his hold..

connie looks down at you and softly smacks his teeth, “stop moving ma, i gotchu” you feel flustered and look away and you nervously chew on your lip and you quietly ride the elevator with him, it dings and he carries you to the door and taps his fob on the door and walks inside, he carrie’s you down the hall and too his room and he drops you on his bed..

he stands at the foot of his bed and stares down at you and you stare back, the tension in the room getting denser and denser, he smiles softly and pulls his phone out and soon after you hear music playing, through speaks all throughout his apartment.. he reaches behind him and pulls off his shirt, your soon met with all his tattoos you love and his gold chain dangling from his neck, you lie on your back slightly sitting up on your elbows and you watch him..

he grabs your legs and pulls you towards him and leans down and traps you between his arms, and softly drags his nose down your neck and presses soft kisses down the path “you want this?” he whispers, and you slowly wrap your legs around his waist “it’s my first time” you whisper back, realizing how intimate the situation has gotten “do you want me to be your first?” he asks looking at you hoping you’ll say yes..

you stare up at him nodding softly.. “words mama” he whispers tenderly as his lips hover over yours, “yes..i would love for you to be my first” and connie smiles the brightest smile you’ve seen from him and that makes your heart palpate.. you both are heading towards dangerous territory and you both don’t give one fuck..

he captures your lips in a deep.. passionate kiss, you both letting out the pent up emotions you’ve both been holding in, his rage and passion.. and his care and worry.. your fear and obsession.. and your love and care..

he pulls away from your lips and slowly moves down, he’s looking up at you.. head between your plush thighs and he softly kisses them.. you get flustered and shy feeling insecure about the slight discoloration on the inside.. but connie absolutely could not care less, he kisses and bites your thighs likes his last meal on earth, he presses a soft kiss to your waist and drags he knuckles softly down the slit of your panties where he can see your slick pooling, you twitch and let out soft whimpers and that’s music to his ears..

he presses a kiss to your clothed clit before pulling your panties down, watching a string of your wetness still attached to it and his dick throbs against his belt and he lets out and audible groan..

he spreads your thighs and spreads your lips with his fingers before dragging his tongue down your slit then up to your clit, you mouth drops and you let out a moan, you quickly reach down and grab his hair feeling your toes curl, your heart beats a bit faster and he grips your thighs and holds them down before he sucks and flicks he tongue over your clit, completely ravishing you.. he tongues moves quickly and with purpose he sucks, bites, spits in tandem, knowing exactly how to get you where he wants you, he watches your tight hole clench and leak out clear slick and it drives him crazy..

he slaps your pussy and you look at him and moan “you like that?” “hm?” he slaps it again and you let out a quiet sob.. loving the stinging pain “again please” you whine, and he does it again.. over and over until your sobbing.. he goes back to licking and sucking.. until your loose enough for him to slide one finger inside..your back arches and your eyes roll back “im gonna cum” you whimper out and you do.. you toes curl and your ears ring and a flash of white blurs your vison for a second..

connie watches the whole thing and nearly cums in his pants, the face you make the feeling of your clenching around his fingers drives him insane, you slowly come down from your high and connie sits up pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and stands up walking across the room and opening a drawer grabbing a box of condoms and walking back..

you look up at him “i want to feel you” you whisper and his eye snap towards you “you don’t want me to wear one?” “no” you say.. almost sounding like a plead.. “you comfortable taking plan b?” he asks wanting to do what you think is best..

“i don’t mind.. i just wanna feel you” that sends a ping in his heart and he nods and smiles softly, he climbs back on the bed and hovers between your legs, he leans forward kissing you and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.. “tell me if you need me to stop.. slow down.. anything aii?” “want you to enjoy this too” you smile and nod “i will” you whisper..

he leans back grabbing your legs and pulling them next to his waist, he grabs the base of his dick and softly rubs it up and down your slit and back and forth over your clit, you feel pangs of pleasure blooming all over you body, everywhere starting to become super sensitive and hot, and when he starts to push his dick inside, you bite back a scream.. your eyes water and connie keeps looking up at you.. his heart slightly breaking knowing your in pain but he keeps pushing inside.. he knows he’s big and he knows he gonna have to pace himself with you..

“you doing so good for me mama” he coos as he rubs your thigh, pushing the rest of himself inside and letting out a sigh.. “your gonna fucking kill me” he whispers to himself and leans forwards and starts slow and deep thrusts.. rolling his hips into you..

your mouth slightly agape, you feel dazed and you feel like the deepest itch has been scratched, connie feels your pussy throb and pulsate around his dick and he tucks his face in your neck letting out small whimpers.. a whispering all sorts of colorful language.

he starts picking up his pace, now pounding into you, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping together fills the room almost drowning out the music, “that feel good?” he coos “yea?” and you nod “so so good” you stutter out the best you can.. he can tell your almost fucked out and he’s barely started yet, poor thing he thinks to himself.. he pushes your thighs back so far that they reach your ears and slightly burn, and he pounds into you, at an abnormal pace,

“fuck fuck fuck” he spits out as he pounds into.. his body covered in sweat and his brows furrowed.. all you can do is moan and take it, it’s a complete sensory overload and you don’t know what to do, you reach for him and he leans down and whispers all sorts of nasty shit in your ear..

“fucking gonna take all this nut yea?”

“want me to fill you up? nasty bitch”

“taking this dick so good for me”

“all you needed was some dick mama, cs now your being the good girl i know you are”

every sentence makes your clench and tighten around him and you both get closer and closer to cumming..

all of sudden connie pulls out and flips you over, quickly slapping your ass “arch yo back f’me” he says and you do your best, raising your ass and curing your back and laying your pretty head on the bed softly reaching down and rubbing your clit to alleviate the pain coming from your sore hole..

connie slide himself back into you, holding your waist and pounding into you, your mouth drops and connie moans and kneads your ass, he pounds into you from behind, bullying his thick dick into you from behind as he looses his mind, muttering all sorts of incoherent shit, just trying to express in his equally fucked out mind how fucking good it feels..

you just a babbling mess “that feels so g-good”…

“pa i cant- shit~ you whimper out not knowing what to do or say, it feels so wet and full and good, you feel connie kissing your back and grabbing your ass and all you know is that you don’t want it to stop, you feel you belly feel full and warm and you know your about to cum soon and so is he, he picks up the pace and he bites his lip so hard he tastes blood and he feels you tighten so much around his dick he cums..

“FUCK” he spits out, while you whimper a soft “shit” and you cum together, juices and fluids mixing together making it even more sloppy that it already is, he’s still slowly pounding into you and you put your hand against his belly “s’to sensitive” you whimper out, and he twitches and slowly stops.. he pulls out off you and you shiver, your thighs shaking and you plop down on the bed, immediately feeling exhaustion taking over you..

connie kisses down your back and uses all his strength to get up and grab a towel for you, he softly wipes between your thighs and uses the same to wipe his dick, he pull off the crop top you both didn’t bother to take off and grabs one of his shirts and pulls it over you, he slips his boxers back on and plops on the bed next to you, he pulls you on his chest and softly rubs your back..

he softly rubs your cheek and he feels such a strong emotion take over him that he barely recognizes anymore, and he doesn’t want to admit to himself what it is, so he softly kisses your forehead and closes his eyes, falling asleep with you..

|a/n|

y’all writing smut is absolutely NOT for the weak, that’s why this release took so long cause i have to spend so long visualizing what i want them to actually be doing 😭 but i hope y’all like it fr.. and thanks girl for lil gun idea you ate fr 🩷

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blueberryismilk18 · 4 months

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can you please do hcs about Brad? (bistro huddy)

Hi!!! Thanks for being my first ever ask, don’t be afraid to ask for more, I wasn’t sure what kinda you wanted so I kinda assumed! I love this sassy man, tho I’m more of a Joey fan myself sorry it’s not that good again first time, I really hope you enjoy :3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓭༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Platonic:

Coworker:

🍨 Brad has to get feels someone's vibe before fully introducing himself, to which he thought you were chill and he liked that

🍨 From now on you guys are besties even outside of work you guys hang out

🍨 You guys playfully bicker all the time almost like him and Nichole but you were nicer to him about it (cough cough not changing his name on the system to dickface)

🍨 please let this man rant about how annoying Terry, Tim, or Nichole is during yalls breaks

🍨 You’re guys friendship is one of the only good things in that horrible place

Customer:

🍽️ Again like the first thing I said he needs to get to know your vibe, if he likes your energy then he'll tell you his name.

🍽️ In order for you guys to be friends you need to be a regular (Your poor wallet)

🍽️ Amber always makes sure to seat you in his section, one time thought in the very beginning or y'all's friendship Amber had seated you in Nichole’s section, he questions you so much on how you could even be friends with him (in more of teasing and playful way, but still comes off as rude) just to get under his skin

🍽️ Appreciates seeing you, again makes this job a little more bearable

Romantic🌹:

Coworker:

🍰 Just like the platonic part that could be how you guys first started off. Until he noticed how much happy he felt when you'd be working the same shift and or hours as him.

🍰 Highlight of this sassy man's day

🍰 Nichole of course noticed it first, she would not stop giving him shit for a week.

🍰 Eventually the kitchen caught wind of this and they would tease both of you when you guys were near each other, confusing you in the process

🍰 Bridgette and Aaron find out from pickles and that's where it all went down hill.. of course Aaron is the one who slips it by accident to you… Infront of Brad

🍰 Brad was pissed but didn't know what to say, he wasn't a baby of course but bro was actually too stunned to speak, Nichole started to laugh ngl

🍰 Let's just say Terry gave you guys a lecture about leaving “personal feelings at home”

🍰 You guys talked about it after work it went great. You guys started dating and you both got shit from Nichole (I love her guys)

🍰 Now more into the headcanons part, let thisan rant about his day please, he cannot take it anymore he might lose it

🍰 Tim teases the shit out of both of you, while Pam is super sweet and always complementing you guys

🍰 Don't listen to Terry he's just a sad sad hater

🍰 The kitchen guys always tell Brad what a lucky guy he is to be dating someone as beautiful/handsome as you

Customer:

🍷 Again you gotta be a regular

🍷 Give this man a big tip, your have his heart!/j

🍷 But fr tho, be nice to the guy he's gotta deal with this red necks and rudeass customers

🍷 Over time he'll just love the company you give him, tells (begs) Amber to seat you always in his section

🍷 He can't help it! He really likes you but doesn't want to admit it first

🍷 You gotta ask that man out, he literally cannot refuse (go somewhere that isn't bistro huddy, he does not want to hear anything from them)

🍷 He's pretty much a very sweet boyfriend

🍷 Tries to spend a lot of time with you and uses some of his sick days to just take you out and stuff

🍷 I hope you enjoy eating most of your meals with stolen Bistro Huddy stuff! What a gentleman!

🍷 most of his money comes from your tips!/j (just don’t be like Madge and Cybiel, maybe in private…)

#bistro huddy #Bistro huddy Brad #brad x reader #bistro buddy head canons #Bistro huddy x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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i don't know how to sum this up. i haven't slept in four days.

...this is gonna be a long one and im sorry. also literally every fucking one in this whole thing minus V is autistic, i don't know how, but them's the facts.

background info: around... some 8 years ago maybe, my truly BELOVED friend M (today 31F) started hanging out with a new friend group her then-friend S (31F now) had introduced her to.

(i (31 genderqueer) didn't know M then. i do know she was very lonely.)

so. S has introduced M to her friend group, and M hangs out with them for about... two years?, but, as far as i understand, S is the go-between here. M asks S what plans they have on weekends, S calls M when there's plans on weekends, that sort of thing.

what happens is: at one point S's girlfriend, V, starts flirting with M. heavily. in front of S. S VERY MATURELY decides that the solution to this is obviously to start telling M there's never plans on weekends while telling the friend group M is never free on weekends. shitty move, i think we can all agree.

and M ends up alone. she's never heard from a single one of any of those other people ever again. ever.

now. M, OBVIOUSLY and i think with good enough reason, HATES S.

but.

1) it's not S's fault M is no longer friends with the whole group, like M thinks it is. it's just not. if they had wanted to keep hanging out with her, very simply, they would have. S didn't even explicitly ask or tell them not to hang out with M, nor did she talk shit about M to get them to leave her out. and want to know why we know all this? it's because after (AFTER!) S and V broke up, M and V dated for like, three months, and V told M. what S did was shit and immature, but not like. extreme.

2) we don't know if S even knew how lonely M was/was gonna be. in my understanding of what's right or wrong, this is KIND OF REALLY important. the intention, the meanness, the ability to knowingly isolate someone to that degree. jealousy is one thing, being genuinely mean is another.

3) all of this happened 10 years ago. TEN. YEARS. they were like, 20. fetuses. we're all queer, they were all navigating the first romantic experiences, shit happens. S was shit but S also could have become a better person in these TEN YEARS. we just don't know.

OTHER background info: ive known S for like, 10 years, and she's someone VERY interesting who i've always liked (not romantically), but she's not my friend.

ok, and now. fast forward to last week. M & i & F1 (27F, my bestie, M's friend) go to a pub. S is there, says hi to me, hi to M (which. like at least apologize or something. but ok) (at this point i have no idea they even knew each other btw), S & i talk a bit like we always do, M goes home (i suspect nothing), S & F1 & i hang out, next thing u know F1 and S start to date and S and i become better friends.

(where i absolutely am the A: apparently, at some point M told me what S did to her. before we met S at the pub? after? i have NO memory of any of this.)

M wants nothing to do with S, as is her right. but at this point F1 is dating her and im making plans to like, watch clone wars with her. M tells me & F1 the whole story (tells again, in my case), tells us she has no problems with us hanging out with S but again, please can we not force them together, which, ofc, i tell her about our star wars plans and like, she's chill, she says yeah sure go for it, she jokes around about how S knows lots of people and we gotta use her to get another friend a girlfriend, shit like that.

forward again. one sunday morning, M asks me to hang out. that sunday just so happens to be clone wars day with S & F1. i tell her. she goes BALLISTIC. like, tachycardia, tunnel vision, palpitations, she's fully ready to never talk to me again because "i can't ask [me] to not hang out with S because that would be toxic, but i just CAN'T be around S, so here we go again, she's gonna steal my friend [me] (...i don't think M cares too much about losing F1, they're not that close), im losing control of the situation, the only way for me to stay in control is to choose to cut off [me] right here and now, so that's what ill do, goodbye forever". and she spends the WHOLE DAY in this frenzy (completely unbeknownst to me!), with multiple people trying to calm her down and like, get her to talk to me. (which OF COURSE the next day she ends up doing, because she loves me, she's just. very autistic.) anyway, at this point (sunday evening) ive been made aware of the situation with M, so i had F2 (F31, she's a mutual close friend who was acting as a kinda peacemaker) tell M i was there for her & ready to talk whenever, and we meet up on monday evening, i get apologized to (M had like, blocked me on all social media 😂) for the whole... overreaction, especially after id been told it was ok to see S, and M officially asks me to stop hanging out with S. i try to tell her "can i ask S about, idk, what was going on in her brain back then". she starts to hedgehog up on me so i shut tf up.

here i am the A again: i know M very well. i should have known it would not actually be okay to see S. i just should have. i do know her.

here i... can't tell how much of an A i might be: i don't want to tell S to fuck off. i WANT to talk to S, figure out how much of an actual irredeemable asshole she is, and only in that case tell her to fuck off. the 3 points i made at the start of this papyrus are still valid. also i think it's kind of fair to give her the right to like, defend herself? explain herself? before i go full ghost on her

... its like this. it's not like i care about S. not to be mean but she's no one to me. i just would like her to BE someone to me, cause she seems cool.

i have few friends. i would like one more friend.

i also made friends with a friend of S, T (can't remember age NB). they're the only other genderqueer person i know irl. id like to get to know them. (also they're kind of cute but that's genuinely not that important lol, i just like to make this post Even Longer). i wouldn't get to know T if i did what M wants (needs?) me to.

and let's not forget S is currently dating my close friend F1. just to put icing on the cake.

then again, i adore M. my loyalty to her SHOULD be more important than two people who are, again, no one to me. i should just tell F1, sorry, i won't hang out with ur gf, like ill be civil to her but i won't pursue a friendship with her. because i don't NEED to. i don't NEED these friendships. i would just LIKE them.

if S turns out to BE an asshole who hurt M on purpose, it's great, it's golden. problem solved. ill tell her she's shit and, i mean, F1 will probably break up with her too. no one gained or lost anything from a whole shebang were i haven't slept in like 4 days and got a stress herpes or whatever it's called, it's cool, it happens, go us.

but if S is... justifiable? understandable? NOT a dick? i don't feel i have an actual reason to delete her number. would i, for M? probably, yeah, but i don't WANT to.

F1 says im a doormat. F2 says im basically a monster and how could i do this to M when there's plant of other friendly fish in the sea.

AITA?

and while we're at it, if someone feels like giving advice... what do i do?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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askticcitobyshit · 3 months

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Can we see some interactions between Chev and the creeps?

((FINALLY I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO DRAW THIS LETS GOOOOO))

Toby's been my best friend for years, and our favorite thing to do is shit talk about anything and everything. You can usually find us hanging out at the mansion, either in our rooms or out on the porch.

Jack and I became best friends more recently! We usually either just hang around each other and do our own thing (parallel play, I think it's called??), or doing something active like walking or cooking while we talk. We sometimes hunt together too! I'm not really a fan of killing people, but I gotta eat human flesh a few times a month. and having Jack with me while I do it is a bit comforting, I guess??

Jeff and I are frenemies. He's a stinky greasy man and bothers the fuck out of me. Dude will literally just walk into my house or my room in the mansion and just bug me. (Toby and Jack do this too, but they have bestie privileges.) He's really cool sometimes though.

Nina is an absolute sweetheart!! I love this girl, and we're starting to get closer as friends. We shop together, do skincare together (sometimes Toby joins bc he's part of the girls who get it), go to shows, and talk about fandom stuff A LOT. we also share fanfic and tiktok thirst trap edits on the reg

If you want to know how I interact with any specific creeps, let me know in my inbox!

~ Chev

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sugawarassoulmate · 1 year

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okok im back with incel!kenma

whats even worse is if you really can’t tell if you’re a guy or a girl, the type of person that gives gender envy. if you have longer hair he just assumes your like him and can’t be bothered to cut it.

OKAY THIS THOUGHT JUST HIT ME MID TYPING! YOU’RE THE BITCH NERD!/LOSER!KURO CANT STOP TALKING ABOUT. THERES TWO MAYBE THREE WAYS HE CAN FIND OUT ITS YOU.

also ik this isn’t one of your hcs for kuro but nerd/loser!kuro x mean!goth!gf but maybe you’re not mean to him but everyone else, people even look at him the wrong way and you have them absolutely terrified. and during your face chats with him you never have your makeup or you daily clothes on. normally just bare faced and in something of kuros. surpising how he didn’t pick up kuros old nekoma jersey

number one: maybe kuro posts a picture of you on his story possibly at your pc playing with incel!kenma. or it could be one of the spicy mirror pictures you made him post because why the hell is the dumb bitch from class feeling up on your man for. maybe you even rant to kenma about this dumb bitch who can’t keep her hands to herself, and why the fuck is she touching a taken man. (okay i think incel!kenma is misogynistic but not homophobic because why the fuck would anyone want to deal with some needy whore constantly.) but that rant solidifies the thought that you are infact a guy maybe not one who hates women on the same level as he does but a man nonetheless. but once kuro posted that picture he figured it out and was disgusted.

number 2: kuro is at your house studying, so to keep your boredom at bay you hop online with kenma, it’s about two hours in when he hears a knock shuffling in the back ground followed by the sound of someone falling onto your bed when he asked about it your response is casual “oh its just my boyfriend.” and he doesn’t pick at it anymore. but then the mic catches a familiar voice in the background. “pretty girl when are you gonna be done, i want to take a nap with you” you give a hum in response to his question. “alright bro gotta leave after this round, so we have to win don’t wanna lose the last match of the day.” obviously you land up losing because kenma can’t get his pretty little head around the fact that he couldn’t tell you were some fucking bitch, you never told him either so that makes you a fucking liar (even tho he didn’t ask). when the game disconnects he’s seething.

number three: this is the worst option really kuro begs him to come hang out with him at his girlfriend, he swears up and down that she’s not the type of woman he’d hate. promises that they have a lot of the same interests. maybe he sends a picture of you cosplaying as one of his favorite characters but that just lowers his opinion, in the photo he can’t even tell its you though. so he’s even more confused when he meets you guys at the arcade. he cautiously calls you by your in game name and you respond with a smile and respond with your irl name. he’s genuinely not sure how to react. not just bc you’re the person he’s been gaming with for almost a year, but with your thick ass platforms you’re just as talk as kuro if not taller. you literally look down at him, can he even talk shit about a bitch like you with out getting his as beat.

anyway this drug out for way longer than intended. but yeah incel!kenma making assumptions and being totally wrong. how funny would it be if he had a crush on kuros gf

bestie.....my beloved......all of the options just sound so amazing to me omg *kisses u*

the absolute torture incel!kenma has to go through upon finding out that 1) his favorite gaming buddy is a disgusting female, 2) she's dating his best friend and somehow he never knew, and 3) she's so fucking hot that kenma can't stop picturing her face every time he rubs one out.

and you just won't let him live you're so fucking mean to him that kenma can't even get a word in when you're roasting him. the only thing that reels you in is kuroo's soft, pleading voice asking you to be nice.

kenma's embarrassed that his friend has become such a simp but fuck if he didn't wish he was on the receiving end of your sweet words.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma x reader #🥀#🥀kenma #incel!kenma

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yae-energy · 10 months

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n is for anywhere <3

synopsis: saiki’s top 3 favorite places to hang out with you (but it’s the progression of your friendship)

cast: bestie! saiki x black fem reader (kaidou, nendou, and kuboyasu cameo)

cw: light cursing, a call back to “get in bitch we’re going shopping” | wc: 612 . 3,164 char.

a/n: this is a different format from the previous two bestie saiki posts ikk, but you gotta let me cook with this one y’all !!

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03 - his house

saiki is a homebody through and through, the sanctuary of his home (despite the ruckus his parents cause with all their requests) was undefeated. however, upon meeting you there was now an extra person in his home at all moments. it took some time - and i mean TIMEEE, to get used to you being all in his personal space like this.

you touched all his shit, ate his food, and annoyed him to the depths of hell and back, he absolutely hated having you over…or so he thought.

the more you swung by his house for movie nights, sleepovers, study sessions, whatever the case was. the more he valued your company- and you as a person to be truthful. it never set in to him how nice it was to have someone be present with him, even if it was just for a few hours and you guys didn’t talk much it still meant a lot to him.

maybe you weren’t that bad afterall.

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02 - the mall

with saiki not being the biggest fan of outdoor excursions like this, the mall was somewhere you frequented. it could be for new clothes, new shoes, or more bags (which lets be honest…you didn’t need more of ANY of these items.)

but whenever you did go, saiki tagged right along with you. at first it was mainly due to the promise of coffee jelly right after your shopping spree, but as time passed and you two became closer, the promise of coffee jelly was just a plus. it was no longer an incentive to get him to go anywhere with you because these outings slowly became a routine for him. if you were going out he automatically came with and vice versa.

even if being in public was a hassle for him *cough cough psychic powers* he didn’t mind it too much anymore. of course he’d still complain like it was, but each trip to the mall with you was a new memory to cherish.

saiki didn’t mind the hassle all that much anymore.

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01 - your house

your home environment was quite different from his own, it was quiet and peaceful. no unnecessary shouting or people constantly asking him for things, it was somewhere where he could actually relax and enjoy his time however he wished.

your room specifically is where he preferred to stay the most, your bed was comfy enough for him to fall straight asleep on and you never said a word when he did. not to mention all the snacks you had in hidden away in the cupboard right below your nightstand. it amazed him how often you kept everything stocked up for when you had friends over, nendou would eat all of it in a heartbeat if he saw it which is why he, kaidou, and kuboyasu had to stay on the hush hush about it.

the biggest reason he enjoyed being at your house so much was the fact you mentioned that you were picky on who you gave your time to. the fact he even got to take naps in your room whenever he pleased opened his eyes to how much you valued having him around, he felt honored even.

being in your life as much as you were in his - and enjoying it at that, is what solidified you as his best friend. and even if he didn’t say it often (or at all on most occasions) he enjoyed having you around as well. he enjoyed coming over, touching all your shit, eating your food, and annoying you to the depths of hell and back.

he enjoyed being your best friend.

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production credits: thank you to @haksluvr for helping me work out the initial idea for this!!

tags: @morosis-haze @chinieh @jogeto @mypimpademia @miirene @milesmolasses | taglist

#saint laurent productions #saiki k x black reader #the disastrous life of saiki k x reader #saiki kusuo x black reader #saiki headcanons #saiki x reader #saiki kusuo x reader

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yourthirdparent · 4 months

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OH MY GOD okay so a beloved follower of mine sent me an ask about my tristan mclean headcanons like in december but i accidentally deleted !!!!!!! the fuckcing ask !!!!!!!!!!!!!! so i'm making it a post. hope you don't mind. also sorry for the wait

most of my thoughts are things i can not share on this blog (this is the Normal blog for Normal things and not the fucked up torture i subject this man to on a regular basis. tbf i hardly post about it on the Bad Posts blog either but like still. can share it on ao3 though check out sleep by imjustheretoreadonefic (don't do that it's not good)) but you can ask about that (if you want, which you probably won't because it is not most people's thing lmao) on my sideblog, yourfourthparent!! BUTBUTBUT i do have some thoughts and headcanons and such that are at the very least decently presentable!!!!

starting off first: i think he's bi! i think he figured out he was bi when he was pretty young (probably somewhere in his teenage years, probably like 15 max) and when he was in his 20s he was very involved in the queer community (his 20s being. in the 80s. sorry.) and was like a big activist. that is until the curse.

the curse being him hitting his big break. stars in some film that wasn't supposed to really blow up but it like Fucking Smashed and suddenly he was like all those guys who do one role and then are suddenly in Everything. cuz he sure is in literally everything. once he starts blowing up ofc he's got folks to help manage his image and at some point they're like haha [lip bite] you gotta stop with that gay shit or straight audiences won't find you marketable. you're already native and folks can hardly handle that let alone you being an active queer activist. you gotta cut that shit out so you can be the next batman or whatever. and tristan's like Well at least i'll make money to support myself and my dying father!

newsflash his father dies of cancer before he gets a chance. tristan's doing his best to avoid thinking about his father's death so he moves out of oklahoma blah blah yk how it goes.

he has piper when he's 33 ! everything's set and he's settled and then piper comes along and like. he's alright. he can handle this. he can be a good father (he's white knuckling the bathroom sink while he says this)

yeah he's terrified of being a shitty father. he does his best to keep her away from the press and keep her Okay for the most part but in order to do that he doesn't get to see her much etc etc. you know. you've read hoo. bleh

when piper starts dating jason he's like Oh cool ! i am about to break down ! cuz like. hey man. he is so not prepared for the reality of The Passage of Time. wdym his daughter is 16. fym tristan's almost fifty. that's so fucked up how is this allowed.

anyways he and jason are like Besties (*shoving my Bad posts to the side*) like they're such good friends they hang out so often even after jason and piper break up they're just Hiding it then. like they have weekly chess meetings and they talk about books and their lives and jason concerns tristan So Much oh my god tristan is so scared for this poor boy What are those tattoos young man Who are these "wolves" that raised you What is this "legion" Are you in a gang Little private school boy are you in a gang. What do you mean your first language is latin.

ngl my obsession with tristan came from my obsession with jason. i made a post like ages ago about how silly it'd be if tristan was jason's gay awakening and i just kept. thinking about them hanging out. and it spiralled and now i'm insane about him sorry. jason will always be my number one but Oohhhhh tristan consumes me.

anyways live tristan reaction when he finds out jason's mom is beryl grace in the middle of showing jason and piper a million old movies (beryl is in one and jason sees her and immediately freezes and tristan's just talking through the movie (hes silly sorry he talks through the whole thing. piper actually likes it because she has a hard time following movies so tristan explaining everything is good but jason is vaguely annoyed by it. he loves tristan to death don't get him wrong it's just that he can't concentrate on the kovie with tristan spitting fun facts a million words a second) when he looks over to see if theyre still watching and he just sees piper fretting over jason who's looking at the screen with a thousand gard stare.

let's go misc things that i want to mention somewhere but don't really fit uhhhh

i have this idea where tristan used to be a drag queen. i don't have any of the details down not a single one but i think about him talking to piper and her friends about the old days when he was a queen. mentions something offhandedly about how he wants to wear more feminine clothing and someone's like "oh are you like. yk. a gamer" and he's like "oh nonono i'm not trans trust me i explored my gender plenty, wore makeup, padded my bra, did drag for a few years, changed my name—" and they're like "you did DRAG ???" and he's like "OH yeah LOLZ i was terrible lol. my team keeps trying to bury it from public view for a reason. those looks were NOT serving !!!!" (he doesn't talk like that but i'm being silly rn)

(you just knoooooow jason was jaw on the floor immediately looking up TRISTAN MCLEAN DRAG TRISTAN MCLEAN DRAG QUEEN PERSONA NAME TRISTAN MCLEAN DRAG QUEEN TRISTAN MCLEAN— the SECONDDDD he got a chance. like staring so hard at old ass pictures of tristan doing drag and realising like Oh maybe i am bi. piper dumped him because she found his search history /j)

i think when his father died he cut his hair but then when it started growing long again it reminded him too much of the past that he Didn’t Want To Think About so he just. kept it short. and it's been short ever since. BUTBUTBUT when piper decides she wants to reconnect with her culture (which she's been mostly separate from because of tristan's own avoidance of it due to memories of his childhood and his father and blahblahblah) it sort of motivates him to do it too. like if piper's gonna do it after tristan entirely cut her from their culture then like. he can too. and it was a big part of his life when he was younger so like. he knows shit. i'm not good at this btw sorry i just have ideas UGSFHADGSF but anyways when piper starts reconnecting he decides to do it too and his first step with like Getting Comfortable again is growing his hair out. it's a smaller step yk he just doesn't cut his hair it's nothing active. (ofc when it starts getting properly long he has a few moments. he has to really confront his grief over his father's death and just the fear of that alone is enough to make him want to cut it again. piper stops him before he does but he has a few moments where he questions if it's worth it)

ik i just said earlier that he's not trans but like sometimes. with characters. i have headcanons that complety contradict each other. that is to say Transfem tristan mclean headcanon. she changes her name to t. just T. t wynn mclean. she goes by t cuz it's something she's already used to (jason called her that all the time before she came out).

these are all the ones i have off the top of my head agh pleaseplease feel free to ask more about any of these !!! (or critique them lmao half of them are. things i suck at explaining because they exist only for hyperspecific scenarios wherein nothing happens but tristan talking to jason or piper LMAO) you can also send in your own headcanons about him or jason or piper because EYE WANT TO READ MORE ABOUT THEM RAAAAGHHH seriously there's so little stuff that features him especially and if you have literally anything at all i would lovelovelove to read it all !!!!!!! sorry for deleting the ask btw i really didn't mean to LMAO sorry to my honourary mutual (i'd tag you but i'm afraid of misremembering who it was LMAO sorry mate 💔💔)

#allfatherly guidance #answered prayers #tristan mclean #tysm to the person who sent the ask btw !!! i love talking lol #sorry it took so long to get this post out lol #btw. take a shot every time i say an expression of laughter #pjo #hoo

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mzblkauthor · 5 months

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Bliss

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Plug!SunaXStoner!blackreader

Warnings: Smoking, and cussing.

WC:1.5k

Summary: You decide to hang with Atsumu's friends and one happens to have the best weed you've ever smoked

Genre: I honestly don't know

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You ain’t know what was wrong with you. Probably cause you were high as hell and had the munchies. “Girl lets go you bout high as hell,” currently you were at a party at Atsumu’s house and your bestie ,Kiyoko, was the designated driver and she couldn’t stand seeing you high out your mind while any nigga there would try to take of advantage of you. “Now you know damn well you’re the one that dragged me here. Don’t blame me for enjoying the party in my own way,” you told her scrunching your face up. But, you got up anyway cause ain't no way you bout to listen to her complain and blow your high. The music was fuzzy in your ears and every time you took a step it felt like you were walking on water. Yeah it's time for you to go home.

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Yesterday… was something. You ain't have a headache but almost everything was a blur. Definitely got a little too high. Fuck. “I hope I ain't did something I regret.” Getting up to go get some food you heard your phone somewhere in your sheets. Then after patting down what seems like your whole bed you finally found it and answered the phone call.

‘YYYY////NNNN’

“Bitch wtf why you moaning my name. You must like me huh,”

‘Girl-’

“ Its aight babygirl I know you luh me. Less fuck then get eloped”

‘Whoa first off I gotta boyfriend so we can’t get eloped second what you need in your life is some dick you horny freaky kinky fuck talking bout marriage and fucking. Girl bye’

“Fuck that nigga Tanaka. I can give so much more but you over here worried bout that bald ass wigga jigga boo.”

‘Whatever I’m loyal to my man. We for real locked in tight like a bootyhole’

“Ew fuck off my phone with that nasty ass shit. Ain't nobody asked what Tanaka’s little freaky ass likes in bed. He prolly like to be fucked instead of doing the fucking.”

‘Shut the fuck up’

“You shut the fuck up”

‘Aight I gotta go I luh you’

“Aight I love you too”

Hanging up the phone you saw a big tittied bitch getting fucked from the back. Woah. Your horny ass forgot to exit out of it yesterday “Damn I guess I do need dick in my life,” Closing the tab and heading downstairs you decided to make yourself some toast with hella butter cause that shit be hitting different when you first wake up. As you turned on the TV and got ready to chill for the rest of the day. You got a text message from Kiyoko.

Be ready in 30 mins We going to atsumus to hang Why i need to go???? Cause Tanaka wanna go and i dont wanna b by myself Plus you know them That doesnt mean i wanna go There’ll be weed. Dam u makin me seem like a feen Add in food and ill go Bet.

Groaning you got up and turned off the tv. After finishing your toast you went to get ready and chose a cute little outfit cause Atsumu be having fine ass friends. It was a spiderman crop top with jeans and your favorite spiderman beanie. You was looking mad cute but not like you was trying to hard. Cause you aint stunting no-mf-body. BEEP BEEP. “COME ON BITCH LETS GO,” the ghetto. You grabbed your bag and hurried to get your stuff. “Charger, phone, keys, pen, wallet, headphones” you told yourself going down the checklist of things you always put in your bag before you leave the house. You turned all the lights off and headed for the car after locking the door on your way out. “You know you coulda just texted me right,”

“Yeah but I didn’t want to”

Straight facing her you then nodded to Tanaka in the rearview mirror and closed the car door. No matter how much shit you talked about Tanaka you knew he was a cool dude yall just like to mess with each other hella. You put your headphones on and enjoyed the ride.

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Before even walking through the doors you were hit with the smell of za. There wasn’t a lot of people, maybe like 8 and you only knew 3 of them. Didn’t really matter though cause they were to high too notice you for real.

“Y/N!”

Well now they did. Atsumu’s loud ass had to yell your name. Bro don’t ever know how to talk swear, you awkwardly waved and sat on the couch closest to the door. “What’er you doin here? I ain't knew you were coming, if I did ya know I woulda gotten ready or whateva,” he was high as fuck whenever you two would get high together he always would be a flirt way more than he usually was. That's why you stopped smoking with him. He was a little too flirty for your liking. “Boy please ain't nobody worried bout you. Where’s your brother?” you told him casually brushing him off and changing the subject. “He’s in the kitchen where he always is. But you tryna roll up?”

This tall green eyed dude cleared his throat while looking at Atsumu with his face scrunched up. He was fine like something you never seen before. His tattoo’s were hot as hell in the lighting. It looked like a whole story on his arm and you wanted to ask about it but decided not to. And his eyes were somehow fox-like and the lips. God the lips. At this point you were just checking him out. Literally from the piercings lining his ears to his uncreased forces.

“Y/N!”

Slowly tuning back into the conversation and looking at Atsumu you asked him “Why you always yelling?”

“Maybe its cause you over there eye fucking Suna instead of paying attention,” he told you while taking a hit from the blunt. “Just cause I was looking that way doesn’t mean I was checking him out. Jealousy isn’t a good look on you booboo now what do you want,” you said rolling your eyes. Honestly on the inside you were embarrassed hella cause who wouldn’t be. “Well I was gonna ask if you wanna roll up,” you turned back to ‘Suna’, looked him in the eyes and asked “If it's ok with you..”

He nodded and took another hit, eyes not leaving yours. Fuck. He was fine as hell. Atsumu passed you the tray which already had everything you needed on it. Then you were in your zone, starting grinding, pouring, then rolling it all up. His eyes stayed on you. You felt it and with chase Atlantic playing in the background it made the vibe feel even better. Next thing you knew you licked the paper and closed the ends. You did pretty damn good for it being on the spot. “Roller gets first hit,” some white haired dude said tossing you the lighter. You said thanks while putting the blunt between your lips and lighting it.

Holy shit.

After 3 good hits and 30 minutes you were already up there. It felt as if your whole body was tingling and you knew if you were to get up you’d probably stumble a little bit. “Is this shit laced?” you said to nobody in particular.

“Nah, Suna’s shit is just strong,” the white haired dude said laughing and shaking his head.

Then as if he teleported in an apron Osamu called your name. “Y/n, I didn’t know you were here,”

You smiled up at him “ Yeah I knew you were in there cooking and I ain’t wanna bother you,” he kissed his teeth and then rolled his eyes.

Gesturing for you to get up he said “You know I don’t give a fuck about that shit next time come say hi. And gimmie a hug,” You got up ,without stumbling, and gave him a big hug. You and Osamu were mad cool like literally yall would meet almost every week.

“How come you don’t greet me like that when I come through the door?” it was the white haired dude who said that. You ain't know who the fuck that nigga was.

“Whatever, ignore him. Did Atsumu already introduce everybody?” You looked at Atsumu who was scratching his head and then shook your head no.

After he introduced everybody you had the munchies and wanted the food Kiyoko promised. But looking over you saw that she was knocked out on Tanaka’s shoulder. You put your headphones on and got up to go get some food low-key annoyed at the fact that you had to get up. You went to get water from the fridge and put some onigiri on a paper towel. Then sat on the counter as you got Brent Faiyaz pulled up. Whenever you were high you had to listen to music cause it felt like a journey that no one else could experience. Like the artist was talking specifically for you and only you. And Brent did that every time. So, it was just you swinging your legs on the counter while eating your onigiri while the music pulled you into a certain bliss that couldn't be replicated from anything else.

"Excuse me," you paused your chewing and stopped swinging your legs. It felt almost like a record scratch because the voice was deep as hell. You're gazed trailed from his feet to his eyes, it was obvious you were checking him out but, you were too high to give a fuck. "Excuse me," he said once again.

This time you answered, "Do you need something?" you asked while tilting your head and taking an earbud out.

He licked his lips and made his way to you "I was wondering if you wanted to come around next time we did something like this," now he was crossing his arms and leaning against the counter in front of you. He was confident. But, you couldn't tell if he was naturally like this or if the weed was a big factor of the way he was acting now. Fuck it, you thought. He was fine as hell but, you don't wanna seem easy.

"I don't know, I mean I don't even know you," you told him sweeping your eyes over his mouth "and if I do pull up. Will I have to pay? I don't wanna smoke up all your shit, that would be rude." This time you were staring at him in his eyes. Just like yours they were red and low. You knew what you were doing and so did he.

He smirked and said "As long as you roll up there wouldn't be a problem. I'm always the one rolling up it'd be nice for there to be a change."

You shrugged, "I'll think about it," telling him as you resumed kicking your legs. He pushed himself off the counter and in 2 strides was in front of you. He crouched down to your eye level and leaned forward to your ear.

"I don't think you understand," he was so close you could hear his mouth move "I want you there," his scent was overwhelming. You took a deep breath which caused your chest to press into him. You weren't wearing a bra. He noticed too, you could tell by the whisper of his laugh.

You brought your hand to his neck and slid it up to his hair. He moved his head away from your ear and stared at you, eye to eye. You bit your lip and clutched his hair at the nape of his neck.

Then tugging it lightly you told him, "I said, I'll think about it, I don't give a damn if you want me there or not." You gently pushed him back and jumped off the counter, then made your way back into the living room.

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AN: Are yall messing with this? And should I make this into a series?

Cause I feel like only a little bit was really Sunaxblackreader.

#anime x black y/n #anime x reader #x black reader #suna x reader #suna x blackreader #suna x black y/n #sunaxblackreader #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu x black y/n #suna x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #stoner suna #stonersuna x blackreader #stoner suna x black y/n #stonersuna x y/n #stonersuna x reader

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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hey! if you have time would you mind doing ateez headcannons on what they're like as a best friend? thanks! I love your writing so so much- you're so talented and I always look forward to your posts :)

ateez as best friends

genre: headcanons; fluffy crack stuff

word count: 0.8k

warnings: cursing

pls like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

hongjoong

the honest friend

always offers solutions to your problems

appreciates and craves deep convos

not all the time, but every now and then

he likes to know that as much as he can have a good laugh with you, he can also express to you his problems and concerns

is the type to like a bit of routine in regards to friendship. like... going to the same cafe to catch up at the same time on the same day/s each week, sitting at the same table, ordering the same things, etc...

he likes having that little something to look forward to with his bestie on days when he is working

seonghwa

the comfort friend

literally just wants to listen to your worries forever and ever

he always gives you options. you want to talk about your feelings? here's there to listen. you want to cry? he'll give you his shoulder to cry on. you want a distraction from your worries? he'll make you forget you even have worries in the first place

he likes feeling useful in any way he can, so just so the word and he's happy to oblige

just naturally interested in other people

his whole presence is just so comforting ;-;

yunho

the carefree friend

just goes with the flow, to be honest. if he's in good company then there's nothing much to complain about

so ways to hang out with, honestly

he likes going with whatever anyone else wants, but if you're super indecisive then he's fine with making the decision as well, no biggie

he literally gets on with everyone purely because of how easy-going he is

and also he's just cute and nice and polite isn't he so >.<

he's just there to have a good time

there for the vibes 😎

yeosang

the sarcastic friend

you gotta get used to this humour

if you are besties with our sangie boi then you have the privilege of being the only one he will properly relax and be his true self with

he's still quiet but much more likely to come out of his shell and express himself more freely

which results in him being a sassy mf

you are the butt of all his jokes just to warn you

he likes being his random self with you and he appreciates that you get his humour

san

the clingy friend

once you've classified him as your bestie, there's literally no turning back

joined at the hip

likes sharing things with you. whether that's food, memes, playlists, etc... he wants his bestie to be a part of what he enjoys, yk??

giving you regular updates on his life and certainly expects you to do the same >:(

he's the type of friend that just absolutely adores and loves his friends so much

like they mean more to him than anyone else in his life

friends = family

mingi

the goofy friend

so silly and goofy 🤪

he's so random and most of the time he lets his intrusive thoughts win so be on the lookout for that

it's always a good time with him

he can have so much crackhead energy sometimes like it's hilarious

he is never, ever a boring best friend. that's just his personality; he's always got something to say and he never lets a conversation go stale

even when you guys are just sitting around, he's always bringing up the most random topics up or just weird speculations and shower thoughts he has, you know the drill

i love him uwu

wooyoung

the loud friend

laughs often

yall are the type of best friends who get strange looks from other people because of how obnoxiously loud you both are

like you two are the main characters and everyone else just sort of exists around you. wooyoung certainly doesn't care about what other people think and neither should you!

so you end up doing the randomest shit together

he loves spontaneity

also will take the craziest most unflattering pictures of you

his whole camera roll is just filled with pictures of you and him or where you guys have been together

he loves making memories <333

literally the best friend you could ever ask for, i can't lie

jongho

the independent friend

meets up every now and then

probably a few times a month because you guys have different schedules and are so busy

a firm believer that distance makes the heart grow fonder

he thinks that being around someone all the time, 24/7 isn't always the best case-scenario

having some time in between when you meet gives something for the both of you to talk about

and makes it seeing you more special

although both of you have the knack for gossiping about literally everybody

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mushroom-creacher · 7 months

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Car Troubles

Chapter 2

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“Wait, so you’re telling me, that Eddie Munson, the local scary badass of Hawkins High, gave you, his number?”

“I’m starting to feel offended by what you’re insinuating, Robin.”

Steve was organizing the shelves of the horror movie section while Robin stood at the front desk. The video store was practically empty this time of day.

“I’m just saying, you two seem like complete opposites in every way possible. Do you even have anything in common?”

“As a matter of fact,” He said, propping his elbow on a shelf to face his coworker, “We have a pretty similar taste in movies. And you know, we both hang around the kids. And, uh, oh! Apparently, we both know how to do hair, so we traded some tips, he’s got this amazing homemade hair mask- “

“O-K, you’ve proven me wrong! Just please do not start on the hair lectures again.”

Steve scoffed at her dismissal. “You know, Rob, if you’d listen to those ‘lectures’ every once in a while, you wouldn’t have to spend so long taming those curls in the morning.”

“You spend more time with your hair than I do!”

“Not detangling it! You could do so much more with your hair if you didn’t spend so much time getting all the knots out.”

“Have you considered the fact that I don’t care?” Robin’s voice dripped with playful sarcasm.

“That arrogance will be your love life’s downfall,” Steve warned with his hands on his hips.

“Like your love life is doing so much better than mine with your fancy hair?”

“...Touché, Robin. Touché.”

Robin laughed at the man’s lack of a rebuttal. “Do I need to get a new scoreboard?”

“Another way for you to mock and humiliate me? No, thank you.”

Before either of them could settle back into silence and continue with their work, the small bell at the door rang softly.

Robin turned to the customer as they approached the front desk. She was about to recite the usual customer spiel when she recognized the oh-so-infamous face of Hawkins High’s loudest misfit.

“Is Steve here?” The young man asked.

Robin grinned before turning towards the horror movie shelves. “Stevie! Your new bestie is here to see you!”

Steve whipped around to face Robin; a blush spread across his face.

A short laugh escaped Eddie as he looked at the other man. “Hey there, Stevie.”

“I hate you both. I mean it this time.”

“Oh, you love us, and you know it!” Robin said, leaning against the top of the desk.

“I have to agree with your rambunctious friend here, Harrington. I’m too cute to be hated.”

“Haha, you’re both hilarious.” Steve put the last movies on the shelf before making his way to the two. “I guess introductions are due. Robin, Eddie. Eddie, Robin.”

Eddie dramatically bowed to the young woman behind the counter. “The one and only! A pleasure to meet you.”

“No offense, but you are not at all what I expected, Eddie. A lot less, you know, scary and intimidating.”

“Unsurprisingly, you’re not the first to tell me that,” Eddie chuckled. “I guess I just look scarier than I am.”

“Mhm, like a punk vampire.”

“I love that! I gotta put that on a business card!”

Steve watched as the two continued to talk. He was really happy they were getting along, but, for some reason, he couldn’t shake this feeling in his stomach. It sort of felt like... Jealousy?

No, he thought. It couldn’t be that. He didn’t have feelings for Robin like that. Maybe it’s protectiveness? Yeah, that’s it. He’s just looking out for his friend.

“Steve, come look at this!” Robin’s voice brought Steve’s attention back to the two at the front desk. She was examining Eddie’s hands over the counter.

“This guy’s got like 15 rings!”

“It’s only eight,” Eddie chuckled. Steve looked at the man’s hands. There were in fact around eight large, metal rings adorning his fingers. A few skulls, a bat, and most just plain rings in different colors.

“Nice, where’d you get ‘em?” Steve asked, looking back up at Eddie.

“This guy I sell to runs some kind of jewelry business, sometimes I let him trade in some cool shit like this.”

Robin was fidgeting with a ring that had a black skull on it. “I wish I had rings like this.”

“Wanna trade? The one on my pinky is kinda small, was supposed to be a middle ring but I got the size wrong.”

“Hell yeah! Here you can have...” Robin looked over the four rings she had before plucking a small band with a purple rhinestone heart off her index finger. “This one! I won it at the fair one year.”

“You have a deal!” Eddie slipped off the small skull ring and traded it for Robin’s. “Perfect fit.”

There was that feeling in Steve’s gut again. Maybe he should talk to Eddie. Just tell him that Robin’s not interested now so it doesn’t get messy later.

“Hey, Eddie, can I talk to you real quick?”

Eddie snapped his attention away from his new ring and towards Steve. “Uh, sure, man.”

Steve led Eddie to the back of the store.

“So, what’s up?”

“I first want to state that me and Robin are not together and I’m only telling you this because she’s my best friend and I try to look out for her.”

“Ok?” Eddie chuckled; the confusion clear on his face.

“I don’t know if I’m reading the room right or something, but I’m gonna let you know now, that Robin isn’t looking for a boyfriend. So, trying to shoot a shot with her isn’t going to work. Like she is 100% not looking for dates or hookups or anything like that-”

Steve’s rambling was interrupted by a barking laugh. It was coming from Eddie. Now Steve was the confused one.

“Dude, that’s not what’s happening at all.” Eddie calmed himself with a chuckle. “No offense, but she’s not my type. And I didn’t think I was her type either.”

“Oh. Well good, then no need to worry.” Surprising relief washed over Steve. That gut feeling was definitely gone now but it still felt different than just protectiveness. Oh well, it doesn’t matter now.

“Yeah, man, that’s never going to happen with us. However, she is really cool, and I will be attempting to get her to join Hellfire.” Eddie grinned.

Steve let out a small laugh. “Good luck with that, Dustin’s been trying to get us to do a campaign with him for ages. She never budges.”

‘Who knows, maybe my rouge-like charm will win her over,” he joked.

“Hey man, you can try all you want but Rob is a stubborn person.”

“Are you two going to start including me in the conversation or should I just go grab lunch while you two flirt all day?” Robin yelled across the room to the two men.

Eddie laughed as he walked back over to the front desk.

“And very blunt,” Steve muttered as he made his way to the other two.

“Now that we’re all back together, that brings me back to my original reason for visiting. There is a Rocky showing tomorrow night, and I was wondering if you’d like to join me. Both of you, now that I know you have cool friends, Harrington.”

Robin gasped. “I didn’t even know they did Rocky showings around here!”

“Well, technically, they don’t. However, some very anonymous rebels were able to get a tape and access to the theater after hours.”

“What’s so special about a Rocky movie? I mean it’s just about boxing, right?” Steve had spoken up, brow furrowed in confusion.

“I’m pretty sure he’s talking about Rocky Horror, Steve,” Robin chuckled at his misunderstanding.

The look on Steve’s face only grew deeper. “What’s that? A horror movie or something?”

Both teens’ eyes shot wide open as they stared at Steve.

“Oh, you sweet summer child… Just- Meet me in the alley behind the theater tomorrow at 10. Trust me you won’t regret it.” Eddie’s eyes had a mischievous glint to them. Steve didn’t know what he was in for, but he could help to be curious now.

Robin cleared her throat, bringing their attention to her. “Can I bring a friend?”

“Absolutely! The more the merrier!”

“Great! Nance will love this.”

“Well, I gotta get going now. The band can’t practice without their star! See you guys there.” Eddie winked before heading out of the video store.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #st4 #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x steve #steddie #robin buckley

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jennrypan · 8 months

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Got any headcannon to our lovely superstar johnny cage

Hm let's see..Haven't got much that everyone else doesn't already think

First and foremost. He is bi but I think this is a universal FACT fr.

He's a service top/ switch. He's down for whatever fr. (He's needy, whimpers and will be mouthy cuz ofc ofc)

He loves kids, like he likes acting in front of them and putting on little shows to make them laugh.

He WILL make people watch all the movies he's referenced. Like full on marathons at his house so they can understand what the hell he's talking about and just cuz he thinks they'll like the movies. He'll specifically find movies he thinks his friends will like and puts it on.

His love language is gift giving and acts of service <3 oh you like that thing over there?? I GOTCHU. You want me to give you a piggy back ride? I GOTCHU

He's the type to whine and complain if his partner leaves without kissing him goodbye. Boy is dramatic and WILL make it their problem, texting them things like: 'You left without kissing me :(? I'm hurt, I'm literally dying 💔 ' 'Bby are you mad at me :((?'

He gives GREAT hugs. Like full on chest to chest, holding you close cuz he's affectionate and things everyone could use a hug fr (his tits are huge and so are his biceps, you WILL get a hug)

I'm thinking his powers were giving to him by Shang Tsu in the MK 1 timeline. By ACCIDENT. Like when they were fighting to get Mileena back to normal he accidentally gets some of the guys weird shit on his arm and to anyone that isn't Earthrealm it would've burned them or something and instead it just stung him and it was like a mild itch until suddenly..he had those green plasma blasts at the end of MK 1?? And Shang Tsung was mad as hell when he found out cuz now this annoying Earth realmer has abilities 💀

Likes when his partners wear his stuff. Like yes!! That's my jacket!! That's my shirt!! Hell yeah!

He likes cats and would own a Maine Coon and call it Cage Jr. (Idc idc I'm projecting, give my boy a cat)

Favorite colors are Green, Red, Gold and pink . He likes flashy colors

He didn't have many friends growing up cuz people thought he was too loud and obnoxious so when he meets Lui Kang and Co he LATCHES on (abandonment issues :)) ) he wants to hang out whenever they can, he talks about them all the time cuz they're his new besties

(Especially Kenshi 👀)

He snorts when he laughs <3

Sleeps in his boxers or nothing at all so..watch out for that.

He knows a lot of random ass facts about all the things he buys. (People think he just buys things to spend money but nah he's a dork who researches random artifacts and has them to make sure they're taken care of)

He will FREQUENTLY bug Bi-Han about that statue he broke and will terrorize him about it, and Bi-Han will just about lose his mind in rage cuz this Earth Realmer is irking him

He visits his moms grave on her birthday all the time without fail and WILL get agitated if someone tries to stop him or tell him he has prior commitments (unless someone else is dying or something extremely serious is happening..like his child being born maybe 👀 you'll wait til he comes back)

He writes in cursive!! He learned cursive from his mom and knows how to write fast from experience of signing things. (He's also a fast reader cuz he's gotta read his contracts to know nothing fishy is happening)

Annnd that's what I got so far--

#j.p speaks #mk 1 #johnny cage #i havent. done headcanons in a bit #mortal kombat

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daisies-and-domming · 2 years

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just a thot that I had today (also an apology spicy thot because this sub!billy fic is taking WAY too long to polish):

(reader is presumably afab in this one, sorry y'all)

so in the 80s there were no in-car instructors: your parents took you to get your temps and, when you turned sixteen, took you to get your test.

but reader is an abysmal driver: failed the test multiple times, temps revoked, yada yada yada. so now they're in senior year and determined to get their license, right? and who better to teach you how to drive than your bestie billy hargrove?

and at first, it's normal. he's teaching you about the amount of pressure you put on the break, how to gently press the gas without sending the car flying, typical driving shit. he's actually a pretty good driver when he wants to be.

but after your first few lessons he decides its time to talk about distracted driving. you should never drive distracted, he told you, but sometimes you have shithead friends in the car, too. so you gotta learn to tune it out. and you're like, yeah, okay, makes sense, until you're pulling out onto the road and his hand finds its way between your legs.

And this mfer just looks dead ahead, saying something about ignoring distractions and paying attention to the road. And it's so hard to pay attention to the road when he's sliding your underwear aside and gently rubbing at your sex. Rubbing harsh circles into your clit, scolding you when your hips buck uncontrollably when he touches you just right, talking to you like he isn't knuckle deep in your pussy.

And imagine he promises a reward if you don't crash or cum on the drive. To "prove" that you're a good driver, that you don't need his lessons anymore. He might even give you his dick if you're good enough. And you'd love that, wouldn't you, darlin'?

And I imagine he's just degrading you the whole time while tears stream down your face from holding back your orgasm (and also trying not to crash the car oops). thought you were finally getting the hang of this, he'd say, but it turns out you'd rather whore yourself out than actually learn. i've seen you starin', darlin', i should've known you were nothing but a slut. just usin' my fingers and you're already falling apart, hm? so condescending in the best possible way.

just driving instructor!billy thots 🤤

#billy hargove smut #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things smut #dom!billy hargrove #sub!reader #dom billy hargrove #sub reader #stranger things x reader

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tobiasdrake · 4 months

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So, if I know my Mesa Island geography, we should be getting pretty close to Songshroom Marsh. Wonder if Yoyo's still hanging around here?

That's, uh... that's... not an ominous name or anything....

This place... doesn't seem quite as fun as Luana made it sound.

Okay, full disclosure, I was actually trying to drown myself in the mire because I want to tell Quarble about all the cool stuff I did.

But this is cool too. I guess the moral of the story is that sometimes attempted suicide comes with neat prizes. If they ever write a fable about all the things I learned on my travels, I'll be sure to include that.

Holy shit, the Magic Seashell? The one from Watcher Island that lets you breathe underwater?

Wait, no, I can already do that for some reason. Plus, it doesn't really look that cute. Luana said it was a cute pink clamshell thing. She was very excited about it. But this more resembles a slug.

That does sound like it relates to the magic Docarri shells, though. Hmm....

Yeah. Uh. What the hell happened to this place? Luana didn't like it very much but what she described pales in comparison to how tortured and gross the marsh is.

Also, she called it Songshroom but the sign at the entrance said Quillshroom. So. Obviously some changes have taken place.

Oh, is it the cool magic seashell I found? 'Cause I found it. You can't have it back. It's mine now, as laid down in the Mine Now, Fucko bylaw.

Primal Fear... fuck, I know that name. It's... somewhere. Maybe one of Teaks's stories? I don't know. I've heard it before. I know I've heard it before.

No, wait! It was one of the volumes of prophecy that Yoyo kept in her cabin. She had a book on Primal Fear. That's where I know the name from.

Is. That. Where the living mushrooms come from?

...Luana wrote about them singing. The ones I've seen have not been singing. I don't think they're enjoying their fungal lives anymore.

With gusto.

I can't believe you told me to fight it! Do you have any idea how humiliated I was!? That was the most embarrassing moment of my goddamn life.

And I once screwed up Cloudstep practice so hard I ended up dangling from a tree branch by my pants around my ankles. I met Quarble on a return trip through a challenge I'd already solved. So the competition is steep.

How many times have you sent members of my order to their graves to pick a fight with a harmless glowball minding his fucking business!?

FUCK. No wonder Luana called probably-you an assclown!

WHAT. NO. I don't really see much relevance or importance in your stories - I think the pear tree one might have been about Yoyo maybe? - but I've been enjoying them nonetheless.

I'll stop touching your cabinet if you keep sharing stories with me. ._. Pweese?

Oh, there's the singing mushrooms. Okay, so they are still here.

They. Uh. They don't look very cheerful, though. Luana said they were cheerful.

Gotta say, not a fan of the titular quillshrooms. Their quills are incredibly difficult to dodge, especially when they fire while I'm in midair. What total assholes.

As a botanophobe, I can't be surprised by this, but fungus is far more dangerous than turtles.

...how stupid do I feel like being today?

I am... passably competent at the Cloudstep. I think I could--

Okay, I want it on record that I actually made it, but was killed by a Quillshroom afterwards. After being thoroughly tenderized by spikes in the process of making it but that's beside the point. The point is I'm awesome and this is definitely going down as a W in my book.

Not important. What's important is HEY BESTIE, check out where we are? Yeah, that's right, I'm blazing trails through Quillshroom Marsh with my expert jumping and profound getting-stabbed proficiencies.

I know we were in Howling Grotto last we talked but I... found the exit of my own accord and nothing else happened. Now we're here. Trying to not be here as expediently as possible because I don't want to be a mushroom.

...

Why is this my life?

...we've found one secret path beneath the mire. I wonder... This does look very suspicious.

They thought they could hide their secrets from me. Joke's on them, I am highly skilled in observation and pattern recog--

I think I hate this place.

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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The Dream - Chapter Fifteen.

Oh bloody blimey, besties! I should have had this with you about five hours ago, lmao! I was to preoccupied with S5 dropping, I totally forgot! I hope you enjoy it, this was a chapter I loved writing for several reasons... especially nudging them together in the spice department ;) Huge thanks to all my regular givers of that all-important engagement, you’re lovely. Mwah!

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed (note: those not engaging will be automatically removed from the tag list, FYI)

Words - 3,023

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

The scenery that took them from the built up area of Provo and out towards Keri’s home was stunning, Angel thought, all tree lined roads that were still snow-capped, although like she’d told him during their time apart, there’d been no real deluges since the huge downfall that had left them stuck in at Frankie and Jaime’s apartment the previous Saturday.

The small crescent Keri lived upon, only a five-minute walk from the foot of the mountains consisted of just seven houses, all chalet style, lots of darkly stained wood with long driveways, Keri pulling into the one with the bright yellow mailbox out front, parking up next to a Toyota Crown, Angel pointing at the dark grey vehicle. “She’s still here. Fuck.”

“Come on, it’ll be fine,” she reassured him, hopping out of the car, Angel making that same small noise of dread in the back of his throat he had while at the airport. He usually didn’t give a shit what people thought of him, as was the case with her friend Aaron and his disproval, but with her mom, it did matter to him more.

Entering the house, he looked around at the décor, lots of pale jewel tones, heavy wood and thick rugs. It was cosy, rustic chic, very befitting of the location, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it up before kicking off his boots, not able to resist giving Keri’s butt a little stroke as she bent to unzip her boots. She turned with a grin, kissing him and walking through the lounge, turning right into the large, pale sage kitchen, Meryl looking up from where she’d been rooting in her bag with a small smile.

“Well,” she began, walking over and extending her hand, looking him up and down, “never let it be said that my daughter doesn't pick the good-looking ones. Hello Angel, I'm Meryl.” Civility, phew. Keri’s insides breathed a little sigh of relief.

He leaned to kiss her cheek as they shook hands, his hammering heart slowing a little to have been greeted with reasonable warmth. He had wondered. “Nice to meet you, and I hope you don't hate me too much either.”

Her eyebrows fluttered a touch. “That remains to be seen when I actually get to sit and talk to you properly! Anyway, I gotta dash. See you both later.” Kissing Keri on the cheek, she hauled her bag over her arm and left, leaving Angel to breathe a sigh of somewhat relief.

“Well, she didn’t take one look and tell me to fuck off, so there’s that, I guess,” he laughed, Keri encircling his waist in a hug as he yawned. “Would you mind if I went up and got a little sleep? Since you have your friends coming anyway, it keeps me out of your hair.”

“Not at all, come on.” He followed her up the stairs, Keri showing him the spare room before taking him to hers. “You can sleep in my room for now. What mom can’t see, she can’t get mad over. I like the idea of you being up here in my bed anyway.”

He began taking his clothes off, stripping down to his boxers before climbing beneath the covers, the raw cotton linen soft and comfy against his skin. “How long do we have until your girls arrive?”

She looked at her watch, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “About an hour.” A squeal left her mouth when he immediately sat up, yanking her down by his side, wrapping her in his arms.

“Stay here until then, even though I probably will be asleep in five minutes, I like having you next to me when I am.” He kissed her cheek, Keri running her hand up and down the bulk of his arm, feeling his lips press a few kisses against her neck.

“Deal. Want me to save you some breakfast?”

“No thanks, baby. I’m good, I ate two footlong subs before I got on the plane.”

“God, that’d send me into hibernation!” she exclaimed, Angel laughing, kissing the side of her neck again. She lay there with him, continuing the lazy stroking of his arm, realising that after less than two minutes, he’d drifted off. “Five minutes, my ass, sleepy man.” Untangling herself, she got up off the bed, leaving him somewhat reluctantly to go and make preparations for breakfast.

Her clumsiness very much extended to her cooking endeavours, Keri deciding to play it safe and make a tray bake, throwing in bacon, cut up sausages, tomatoes and mushrooms into a large crock dish ready to put into the oven and then crack a few eggs over halfway through cooking. The result? A one dish bake of loveliness that she likely wouldn’t ruin, to be served with toast and a big pot of coffee.

She had just successfully cracked the eggs into it and closed the oven once more when the doorbell chimed at just gone 8am, rushing to let her friends in, Rachel hopping up and down.

“Move! I need to pee!”

“Go upstairs,” Keri advised quickly, steering her towards the stairs. “The downstairs isn’t flushing.”

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna wet myself!” she continued, Keri and Frankie greeting one another with a hug and kiss as Rachel stormed the stairs.

“I swear, she has a bladder the size of an egg cup,” the latter joked. “Oh, before I forget! Jaime said can she have the top you borrowed back, please?”

“Yeah, sorry I did mean to bring it with me to college in the week. I’ll go get it now, coffee is done so go help yourself.” She was just coming back out of her bedroom as Rachel exited the bathroom, peering over her shoulder, an elegantly groomed eyebrow rising significantly higher than the other.

“So, you’re seriously telling me, you’re making a man as good looking as he is, with a chest like that, wait for sex?”

Keri gave her arm a soft thump. “Don’t be a perv!”

“Oh, honey!” She exclaimed softly as Keri closed her bedroom door quietly. “If I were you, I would have cancelled with us this morning and been quite happily in there, sitting right on his face.”

A little flicker of fire licked her insides, Keri remembering doing just that to him in a dream once. “Hmm,” she began as they descended the stairs. “I might give him a little something before he leaves again. I might not.”

“Nothing wrong with a little bit of something, a little tease,” Rachel giggled, giving her shoulders a soft squeeze.

“Who’s teasing? You mean Keri and her big ole’ wedge of man upstairs?” Frankie called as they entered the kitchen. “Still not uncrossing your legs for the poor fella then, K?”

“That remains to be seen,” she spoke sweetly, moving to the toaster and placing the bread in.

Frankie snorted into her coffee mug. “Beets, just give up the P! How long has it been since you got laid?”

Her mouth twisted into an uncomfortable grimace. “Three months.”

“Oh, oh three months, she says, three months, she throws out like it’s nothing,” Frankie spoke, her voice full of comic dismissiveness. “Get up those stairs and have a ride on him, go on. We can wait, can’t we?”

Rachel nodded rapidly. “We can.”

“Quit it!” they were advised, Keri feeling her cheeks reddening. “You two are awful.”

Rachel cocked her head, taking a seat next to Frankie. “I’ll take that.”

“Yeah, me too.” Her grin finally made Keri crack as she placed the dish down on the place mats upon the island, laughing as she began to serve up the breakfast, Frankie helping by getting up to go and butter the toast.

They enjoyed their food, chattering away as they ate and then cleared up the mess, Keri picking up her camera and taking a few beautifully candid shots of them both, turning to show them along the way.

“Oh, look at that one!” Frankie gushed, viewing the close up of Rachel smiling the way the light caught the green tones in her eyes, the vibrancy of her red hair even more luminous, the subject herself loving it just as much.

“Yeah, that looks amazing.”

All three of them nearly died of fright at the sudden appearance of Angel, three shocked squeaks making him rumble with laughter, Frankie smacking him in the abs with an almighty slap against his bare skin.

“Dickhead!” she cried, Angel wrapping her in a hug, kissing the top of her head, greeting Rachel too, who grinned hugely at being squished against the very chest she’d so admired, Angel then moving to Keri, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“Thought you were sleeping?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Turns out two hours is all I needed. Besides, can I be blamed for there being three gorgeous women in the house and me not coming to hang out with them?”

“Charmer,” Frankie snorted. “You gotta dial it back, or Rachel will be sliding off her fucking stool.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, eyes fixing on Rachel, mortified by her friend. “Like what you see, huh, Rach?”

“Keri is a lucky girl, that’s all I’m saying,” she spoke, side eyeing a very proud looking Frankie, who just kept right on going.

“She isn’t that lucky! We’ve been told, Angel, that she’s being all coy where giving up the P is concerned.” Keri’s lips tightened, glad Angel was behind her so he couldn’t see the look on her face, her eyes widening in a ‘don’t you dare!’ stare of death. “You’d probably get further with a nun.”

Immediately, he boomed with laughter, but not solely in response to the joke. “I did, one time.”

“What?” Frankie shouted. “You tried to fuck a nun?”

“Didn’t try.” Leaning forward, he reached for a shiny, red apple from the fruit bowl. “Did fuck her, mamas.”

Keri’s mouth dropped open, turning to look at him as he bit into the apple, the others wearing the exact same faces of shock. “You defiled one of god’s wives?”

He shrugged, winking. “She liked it.”

Immediately, Frankie reached across the island, throwing her fist forward. “Bump it, bro. That’s the best score I’ve ever heard in my life!” He obliged, laughing.

“Unholy come-union,” Rachel added, Angel bellowing with laughter.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Keri was still stuck in shock, Angel reaching beneath her chin with his thumb and shutting her gaping mouth. “What?”

“You!”

“I bet he’s got way naughtier stories in his arsenal,” Frankie added, her eyes alight. She loved hearing about other people’s wild shenanigans.

“Oh, I do, but I don’t wanna mortify Keri. We’ll have some bro time, I’ll tell you then,” he vouched with a nod. Once again, Keri’s head swivelled comically to look at him.

“Ahem, I’m not made of glass,” she muttered, poking him under his chin.

“Fine,” he spoke through a mouthful of apple. “Frances, proceed.”

Her question was immediate, like it had been burning the tip of her tongue. “Most forbidden fuck you’ve ever had, apart from the nun?”

“That wasn’t forbidden. She was running away from her convent, I gave her a ride, took her home and she gave me one. Simple,” he began, Rachel screaming with laughter above the giggles of her friends. “Nah, the worst one was when I banged the wife of a rival club’s president.”

Frankie grinned. “I’m sensing there’s an ‘and’, here.”

“And I might’ve filmed it.”

“And?”

“Might’ve sent it to him.”

“And?”

“Might’ve instigated a small war.”

“And?”

“Might’ve got kicked right in the crotch by our club president for not being able to keep my dick under control.”

Keri was folded in half, her laughter making her sides hurt. “You are so bad!”

“I am,” he confessed. “Well, I was. I’ve calmed down a little now, though.” Bishop’s boot meeting his cock at a hundred miles an hour had checked him adequately, even though eventually, he’d found Angel’s antics pretty funny.

Frankie could barely breathe for laughing. “He’s an animal, I love him!” she cried, wiping her tears of laughter, Angel grinning, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. Keri stood and composed herself, basking in the affection of him, the humour of his stories, and the glow that her friends seemed to think he was just as amazing as she did. He’d settled right into her world, like a jigsaw piece that was always meant to click into place there.

A while later, after her friends had left and her jigsaw piece had decided he wanted to go back to bed for a while, she stood in the kitchen putting away plates after the dishwasher had finished its cycle, thinking on the things he’d told them.

She knew Angel was an incredibly sexual person, it was something that radiated from him in shades, but she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t feel a little intimidated over the fact that his sexual experience eclipsed hers in shades. She wasn’t a virginal princess, she very much had a wild side that liked to reveal itself when she felt secure enough to do so, but it did nag at her a tiny bit. Was he really okay with waiting, truly? Was she overthinking things?

“Nothing wrong with a little bit of something, a little tease.” Rachel’s words returned to her there. Maybe, it might be just the thing to make her relax, take a little power herself, redress the balance. He’d asked her not to be a cock tease, but hell, he might enjoy her being playful with him?

The anticipation of pleasure was, after all, a very considerable pleasure in itself.

“Oh, giving me a little strip, huh?” Angel asked after she’d joined him in her bedroom, removing her sock and jeans, her undies and top remaining.

“Only a very brief one.” Lifting the covers, she climbed in beside him, cuddling up against him. “Since I won’t have this later, I’m getting it now.”

“What, teasing me with those gorgeous legs?”

Sticking one out from under the covers, she examined it with a soft hum. “Yeah, they’re not bad, are they?”

“I’m sure they’ll be even better when they’re wrapped around me.”

The coyness of her smile gave way to something truly devilish, Angel feeling arousal stir low within him. “I remember you saying you wanted to watch that Vikings show when we spoke in the week. Shall we, since we have no plans to go out until tomorrow?”

“Yeah, can do.” he replied casually, Keri exiting the comforter once more, crawling to the end of the bed to begin hunting for her TV remote. Oh, god. She knew what she was doing, the sight of her ass in a small pair of black undies making that little stirring suddenly whirl much more ferociously for him. “You need to stop with that shit.”

Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes wide an innocent, it took Angel all he had not to launch himself at her. “I’ve no idea what you mean, big guy. I’m just looking for the remote.”

Like fuck, she had no idea. “Ahh, got it!” Shuffling back, she switched the TV on, getting comfortable beside him again. She could feel his eyes fixed upon her, turning to kiss his chest. “What?”

He sucked a breath over his teeth. “The fucking audacity. Presenting me with the very thing I’d fucking eat from front to back, given half the damned chance, shit!” Again, she was in hysterics, Angel just looking mildly pained.

“That thorough, huh?” she winked, kissing him when he growled in frustration, turning her over and pinning her beneath his weight.

“What’s that I said about not being a cock tease?” He arched an eyebrow at her, Keri biting her lip, deliberately brushing his sides with her thighs. “Oh, baby girl. If you play me, I'll fucking play back, and you won't like it one bit.”

Her lips tilted into a grin. “Is that how it is, hmm?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, kissing her chest, taking her wrists and pushing them down above her head, holding her there pinned easily with one hand encircling both. “That’s how it is.”

“So, you have me pinned, what's next?” she asked, a smirk tilting her pretty mouth. He didn't answer her in words, leaning to her, offering slow, lazy kisses, tickling her lips with his tongue before it slid against hers, his free hand beginning to trail up and down her side. It was barely anything at all, actions wise, but already, she felt heat beginning to glow through her depths, their kisses becoming heavier, Angel moving between her legs a little closer, pressing his rigid cock against her apex.

“This is next, if you really, really want it,” he began, her thighs tensing at his waist. “Or maybe this.” He flickered his tongue speedily at the side of her throat, his hand moving down, a finger dipping to trail beneath the elastic of her underwear. “Up to you, pretty girl, whether I dick you down slow, or lick you quickly.”

He looked down upon her again, her chest flushed pink, her lips parted as she panted softly, her pupils fully blown, leaning to her, kissing her with filthy heat. “And I know whatever you choose, I have you so damned worked up right now, it’d only take about ten seconds before you came, either all over my dick, or my tongue. So, which one do you want?”

“I... I...” she gasped, arching against him, feeling heavy from the ache of lust between her legs. “I don’t know.” Another kiss, and she was on fire, Angel moving his mouth to her neck once more, his cock pushing against her harder.

“Well, y’all got plenty of time to make up your mind, because you ain’t getting either any time soon.” Releasing his grasp, he turned onto his back, winking at her stunned face. “I told you not to play me.”

“Oh, I’m going to get you back so bad for that.”

Lifting his chin with narrowed eyes, his mouth broadened into a grin. “Bring it.”

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