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a case of the cuddle bug | logan sargent social media au

pairing: logan sargent x fem!piastri!reader

someone check his temperature, he's got a serious case of the cuddle bug

author's note: thought we could all use some logan content to get us through the weekend

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

yourusername

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yourusername: he's not racing :( more time to cuddle :)

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user1: if i find out that that t-shirt was made by them i may need to be shot in the head

yourusername: sorry to be the bearer of bad news 😕

user2: y/n where do we find a logan?

yourusername: date your brother's best friend - the romance books did NOT lie

logansargent: hard to be too sad when you're around

yourusername: awwwww logie bear 🐻 i love youuuuu

logansargent: i love you too come back to the motorhome the hospitality coffee is not worth it

yourusername: not even if i swipe you a cupcake?

logansargent: okay..... maybe ....

alexalbon: i'm sorry buddy, i promise i'll do us proud

yourusername: yOU BETTER 👹

alexalbon: i'm soRRY are you like a gremlin? did someone spill some water?

yourusername: i'm gonna ignore most of that cause gizmo is cute

logansargent: she loves you really alex

alexalbon: do you still love me logie?

logansargent: yes?

alexalbon: I' SORRY I HAVE.A GUILTY CONSCIENCE I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE BEING MAD AT ME

user3: lol mood ^

oscarpiastri: you could support your BELOVED BROTHER NOW (AT HIS (OUR) HOME RACE)

yourusername: ugh i guess

oscarpiastri: you literally said you'd support me any time logan wasn't racing :(

yourusername: unless he can come with me, we'll be supporting you from the williams garage

oscarpiastri: better than nothing i guess

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logansargent: no way around it, this weekend has been the hardest of my career. however, i'm thankful for alex for picking up a couple points for the team and for having y/n with me to support me this weekend, enjoy the cute picture of her (but not too much)

also i guess congrats to oscar on a podium at his home race 🤷🏻‍♂️

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user4: hardest weekend ever... here's a pic of my. hot gf :)))))

user5: he's real for that, just reminding us that he's still winning off track

alexalbon: thank you isn't enough logie, love you man, can't wait to see you back in the car next week x

yourusername: you're so lucky you got points otherwise your ass would've been grass xoxo

alexalbon: Y/N I SAID I WAS SORRY PLEASE STOP BEING MEAN YOU'RE MEANT TO BE THE NICE PIASTRI

oscarpiastri: you stole my soon-to-be brother-in-law's car and called me a shit padel player 🖕🏻

alexalbon: why is everyone ganging up on me :(

logansargent: you gotta take it for at least this weekend bro

alexalbon: i guess...

user6: they're so cute, but who is taking these photos of them?

yourusername: oscar makes himself useful sometimes

oscarpiastri: ugh i get NO CREDIT IN THIS FAMILY

logansargent: i at least appreciate it oscar 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri: that's all well and good and i love you, you're my bff but sometimes i don't want to see you be lovely dovey with that hellspawn

fredvesti: let it be known i will no longer be sneaking out with you guys for ice cream on a race weekend, the risk was not worth the third wheeling

logansargent: i paid?

fredvesti: thank the lord you did otherwise i'd raise an official complaint

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: got a podium at my home race and i'm still not my sister's favourite

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user8: have we considered that y/n and logan have attachment issues?

oscarpiastri: she sat at the window like a woman waiting for her husband at war when he DARED to go home for christmas when we were 16

yourusername: as if you haven't cried over lily 🙄

oscarpiastri: i ACTUALLY don't get to see her very often, i can't separate you and logan

yourusername: LEAVE ME BE

user9: oscar says this as if y/n wasn't crying her eyes out at the podium

user10: and logan wiping her tears to prevent smudging her eyeliner - sigh

logansargent: don't hate the player hate the game

oscarpiastri: what happened to blood being thicker than water

yourusername: you know what else is thicker than water ... 😩😩😩

oscarpiastri: okay you can sTOP RIGHT THERE

landonorris: they're really one being huh?

oscarpiastri: believe me the dinner at mine? they were being TAME

yourusername: okay for the audience we are not that bad, we're just affectionate we aren't like making out in front of everyone

landonorris: .... shame

oscarpiastri: yOU HAVE SHAME THAT'S MY SISTER

logansargent: THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND

yourusername: AND THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND

landonorris: damn tough crowd

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yourusername: a wee break before my boy is back to knock your socks off

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user11: they're so cute your honour

alexalbon: dating a racing driver and not wearing a seat belt? interesting.

yourusername: dating a professional golfer and still shit at golf? interesting.

lilymunhe: she did get you there alex, soz.

yourusername: also we weren't even driving, that hair acting is all a fan

logansargent: practically a professional photographer now (the model definitely helps, she looks perfect doing anything)

yourusername: hehehheheheheheheheheheheeh

user12: y/n really just gagging alex at every corner

user13: she saw logan wasn't holding a grudge and decided to double down on hers

user14: and we respect that

logansargent: you knock my socks off everyday babe

yourusername: as long as it's only me 😘

logansargent: i've been in love with you since i was 13 👍🏻

yourusername: SNAP🫰

oscarpiastri: once again left out of the photodump

yourusername: you are not 'my boy' that would in fact be inappropraite

oscarpiastri: you couldn't just change the caption?

yourusername: you're not cute enough to be a lannister (cersei and jaime call me)

logansargent: ????

yourusername: *call us 😉

logansargent

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logansargent: glad to be back in the car this weekend, though if alex could stop terrorising y/n that would be great

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user15: were oscar and y/n's parents in the williams garage?

user16: so oscar wasn't lying about him basically being family already 🥹

alexalbon: i was not TERRORISNG I WAS ENGAGING IN SIBLING LIKE BANTER

oscarpiastri: hold on buster, that's MY sister 🤨

alexalbon: i can't win with any of you three 😭

yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO EAGLE BOY GOD BLESS AMERICA 🦅🇺🇸

logansargent: i'll let you have this one for once

yourusername: as an aussie that was very hard to say, please appreciate it

logansargent: thank you my little kangaroo?

yourusername: kinda offensive they're scary

logansargent: koala?

yourusername: YOU SAYING I HAVE CHLAMYDIA?

logansargent: well i've ran out of australian animals now :(

user17: thanks for the violent reminder of chlamydia being rife in koalas :(

oscarpiastri: gonna have to beat you this weekend to win back my parents' favour it seems

yourusername: let's be real, they prefer logan over both of us :(

oscarpiastri: true 😔

logansargent: i can't help the southern charm

williamsf1

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williamsf1: LOGAN POINTS, I REPEAT LOGAN POINTS 😤

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user20: TRUST HIM, I REPEAT TRUST HIM

yourusername: THAT'S MY BOY LET'S FUCKING GO

oscarpiastri: you never get this excited for me?

yourusername: FUCK OFF THIS IS NOT YOUR TURN, IT'S LOGAN'S DAY

maxverstappen1: pretty sure i won the race

yourusername: FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU

user21: y/n crying her eyes out she's so real

user22: based on the faces in the garage i think she may have let everything out lol

user23: as she should

user24: can't expect two people to be attached 24/7 and not be ride or die for each other

logansargent: thanks for the support, glad to pick up some points for the team

yourusername: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

logansargent: i know you've shouted it in my face since i got back from media

yourusername: you need to know it :(

logansargent: i love you so much

yourusername: i love you even more

user25: the whole piastri family going wild in LOGAN'S garage was not on my 2024 bingo sheet

user26: but it was cute as fuck

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yourusername: we're down bad with a case of the cuddle bug

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user27: the CUDDLE BUG?

user28: i need to be taken out of my misery

logansargent: i've got a high fever, a love fever

oscarpiastri: THAT WAS CORNY AS FUCK

yourusername: i thought it was cute :(

logansargent: and that's what matters

yourusername: exactlyyyyy

oscarpiastri: so fuck me, right?

yourusername: yes!

logansargent: yes!

user29: this whole interaction makes it so obvious oscar was the only boy growing up LOL

alexalbon: i'll concede, you guys are cute

yourusername: we been known

logansargent: no one does it like us

alexalbon: erm alex and lily erasure?

yourusername: lily cute, you not so much

alexalbon: stop being SO PROTECTIVE WHY ARE YOU A GOLDEN RETRIEVER WITH EVERYONE ELSE AND A RABID JACK RUSSELL WITH ME IT WAS JAMES' DECISION GO FOR JAMES' ANKLES

williamsf1: ???

yourusername: i thought it was friendly sibling banter (also james is logie's boss of course i'm not gonna go for his ankles dummy)

logansargent: she's my little guard dog 🫶🏻

yourusername: anything for you, come back to cuddle :(

logansargent: on my way cuddle bug!

fin.

note: i understand why williams made the decision they did, but i've had such a soft spot for logan since he admitted he's lonely in the paddock :( i hope he has a good next race to really prove himself to everyone xx hope you enjoyed! xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #logan sargeant social media au #logan sargeant x you #logan sargeant imagine #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant #logan sargent x reader

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andraxicated · 2 years

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fantasy, fantasy~

Pairings: Pierro, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche x f! reader

Synopsis: What does he think about when he sees you? Whether you deliberately seduce him or not, he's helplessly bewitched by you.

a/n: omg fatui I'm on my knees! had a lot going on with my life these days like my neighbor's house burst into flames and stuff.

wanted to write for capitano but there's no face to fantasize about. coz i feel like a face already tells a personality y'know.

Pierro

as he's a man well into his age, he does not long for worldly desires. he simply decided he had enough of those in his youth and all he wishes is for her majesty's will to be fulfilled. being no.1 of the harbingers comes with all kinds of people currying favor with him. it's uninteresting to listen to all their blabbers but when this certain politician pulls out his daughter from the side, pierro is captivated.

you look so innocent in white and your youthful face was shining, he almost thought an angel came down to earth. but what caught his eye aside from your face was the peek of cleavage on the otherwise modest frock. you brought in an air of freshness and purity along with the blend of a subtle seductress. you were exactly his type, and yours, him.

little side eyes while you're sipping on your wine, and he's staring at you while he's talking with another. to have pierro's attention solely on you have you excusing yourself from the sudden surge of heat. he cuts off the conversation quickly to follow this maiden he had only seen today. why has your dad kept you hidden for so long? you must be the trump card that he used to entice pierro and others. just the thought makes him seethe.

you jump at the shadow of the fire, startled to see the man behind you. "lord harbinger" you bow and greet, nervous yet trained in poise. 'a well-bred lady. perfect' you were perfect in all aspects that pierro cannot find a single flaw. when he slowly removes your garments and exposes your naked body to the light of the fireplace. he simply finds it suited for childbearing. "don't cover yourself darling. let me see"

when he finally sinks into you, he's reminded of how good it actually was. "fuck it's been so long" he groans and thrusts faster to gauge your reactions and to feel the rub against your walls. plus points if you're a virgin, he'd gladly oblige to show you the ways. but when he learns you're not, you're in for a punishment. "you disappoint me" he slaps your ass while you cry at the impact, yet he pays no mind and degrades you further. "whoring yourself out at such a young age. tell me...who was it?"

after finishing inside you and envisioning you as the mother of his child, he presses an unexpected kiss to the side of your head. "I'll save you. don't worry, I have a plan." pierro says while soothing circles on your tummy. it's a pity your father brought you to a political mishap but fear not; because pierro has a plan. a plan to destroy his enemies and to make you his pretty little wife.

Dottore

during the days spent in the akademiya, dottore doesn't make or have any friends. he's labeled a freak and a madman; disgusted shunning looks were thrown in his way yet dottore doesn't mind. for he is too engrossed in his research and science to give attention to what they say. it all went too far when he's suddenly ganged up by big, burly guys who started beating him up in the corridor. he has no choice but to pathetically cover himself and curl up as they kick and kick until patches of his skin turn purple.

he had to listen to their savage mouths while bearing the pain and archons, he hated them for delaying his research. after they're done with this little fun, he's gonna turn them into humanoids that does everything he says. you, who's an important student in the akademiya and wandering about, saw this scene that had you grabbing a nearby sculpture and smashing it at their heads. the bullies scurry after seeing it was you, and dottore grimaces at you before running away.

"what are you? walking justice?" he sneers whenever you're trying to help but doesn't shake you off. after months of persistence from you; you've become 'best friends' and earned him immunity from the bullies. dottore thought it was great because there was no one hindering him. unexpectedly, he found himself falling for you and fantasizing about you. in nights when he's feeling frustrated, he takes off his pants and takes out his cock to stroke it. closing his eyes; thinking of moments where your breast would suddenly press against him, your panties inside your dorm, and the sinful actions you did in his mind.

ultimately, fate had other plans for the both of you. neither of you didn't want it but your visions of the future just didn't align, and so you parted ways with him after graduation. it was years after when you saw the familiar tuft of blue hair that had you instinctively calling for him. yet the one that turned to you was eerily masked. you're suddenly unsure of who you called but the gloved hand took off its mask and showed you a smile. you caught up with dottore over drinks that had both of you coughing in bitterness. your lips and his were on the rim of the glasses then next those lips were stuck to each other.

years of pent-up frustration are released as you two frantically take off the other's clothes. you lift your sweater off your head as his calloused hands immediately follow in tracing your curves. you could only submit to him by falling back onto the sheets, letting him have his way down when he takes off your pants. little licks transform into devouring kisses have you clenching and gripping his hair. quick orgasms came one after the other to the point you're helplessly sobbing and squirming.

he laughs inside his mind. you remind him of his subjects when he's about to tinker with them. "stop squirming" he stills your shaking thighs while taking his time in rubbing his face against your pussy. "t's too much! dottore stop I-" "let me have my way with you tonight yeah? compensation for leaving me." you didn't even know he took off his pants; you just felt the startling penetration and the scream out of your lungs. dottore chuckled at your head thrown back and lunged for your neck to nip. all you could do that night was to stare at him with glossy eyes and a fucked out face as he does all the work above you. "just spread your legs. don't worry about anything"

Pantalone

with crossed legs and a stark expression, he watches you sing and act on stage. you reserved the best seats for him as usual, he was your benefactor after all. you creating scenes with a male actor; his hands snaking on your waist as you look at each other lovingly is unbearable. pantalone knows he shouldn't be jealous as those endearments are all fake. yet he can't help but be possessive when you swore that your body belongs to him.

you open the door to your backstage room only to see him drinking with a sullen face. "my dear patron is so kind to see me personally." he chuckles at what you said and puts down the champagne flute before standing up and towering over you. "your performance is marvelous is always." he helps you take off the fur coat, gives you a rough kiss, then expertly unzips your gown down to your ass. giving the flesh a light squeeze before a hard spank.

it causes you to jolt in surprise and pull away from him. confused doe eyes staring at his cheeky smile. "that hurts! 500 thousand mora for that." you huff away to take off your accessories yet pantalone suddenly pulls you back in his arms. if you looked in the mirror you could've fooled yourself that he was your real lover. but you had to remind yourself that both of you are doing this for pleasure and money.

"love, you could ask for more and I'll give it to you." he whispers with a lilt while looking into your eyes through the mirror. there, you both watch as he fully undresses you and grips your chin to direct an open-mouthed kiss. you always find yourself anticipating these trysts as it always manages to surprise you. this time it's having sex in front of a mirror, and you're forced to watch your tear-stricken face contort as he penetrates you from below.

pantalone groans at the feeling of your tight walls while you're caged in his strong arms, moaning and thrashing like some common whore. "you see that? you see yourself?" he asks then hisses as he feels your hole flutter when you nod. he lets out an airy laugh and positions his hands on your waist while his fingers press down on your lower belly, giving a stimulating squeeze as he remembers that the actor held this earlier too. the position lets waves of pleasure concentrate on your lower half and so you're uncontrollably dripping. "please move" you beg pantalone with the utmost helpless face you can muster yet he just raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"why should I move when you're the one on top?" "...huh?" your small voice comes out as a croak as you look at him confused. his smile disappears when he suddenly lifts you up and drops you down on his cock as a demonstration. a piercing shriek echoes in the room along with breaths of surprise from you. "didn't you want to be on top? then go on and ride." his dark voice prompts you to shamelessly start enjoying yourself and using him but the burn causes you to stop moving...yet, his sinister eyes reflected compel you to swallow down the protests and keep on bouncing lewdly.

Childe

this battle maniac never thought he'd be obsessed with something other than the thrill of fighting. it's all thanks to you who's the newest recruit, dressed in a skimpy and tight uniform that seems a bit too small for your size. it's very uncomfortable that you have to make some adjustments with the mannerism of biting your lip. and oh how much childe wants to see that face underneath him. moaning, sobbing and pleading. the walk towards you was difficult with blood rushing to his groin.

"need help?" his chirpy voice startled you as you attempt to pathetically cover yourself when he already saw it. "uhm, young master I don't mean to be rude but this is highly inappropriate." just from the tone of your voice tells him that you want him badly as much as he does. childe shakes his head with a "tsk" that made you cower a bit. "do you think your stares were appropriate?" "wha-" "I saw your lustful gaze when I was changing in the open the other day."

'caught you'. your eyes were trembling and your mouth unable to utter a word. you never thought you would be found out this easily by your superior, childe thinks you forgot he was a harbinger who senses leering. "I'm sorry" 'how cute' he muses then he feels another throb in his pants that has him doing a bold move. "why don't you show you're sorry?"

plops of skin slapping, your own muffled cries, and his stifled laughs were all that was registering in your ear. childe never thought he would be this freaky by fucking you in public. no one should be able to use this room as he has instructed but you don't know that of course. so why don't he put a little fear in you?

"fuck take it all" he plunges into your wet folds with a groan, steadying himself by burying his face into your soft mounds. you could only close your eyes and bear the pain of penetration as you work on calming your breathing. once you seemed to be at peace, childe destroys it all at once. "what would they think if they see you in this position? hmm?" "ah!" your eyes snap open when he pushes the limits of your walls. thrusting beyond what you could imagine as your juices squelch and flow.

"naughty girl. leaving evidence behind." he scoffed playfully at your messed up face while slowly pulling out and harshly pushing in. "noooo. I'm cumming!" you moan out something you didn't even comprehend but childe knows exactly what you mean as he speeds up his pleasure to catch up with your orgasm. it seems like childe has another newfound obsession. your dazed look, your filled wrecked cunt, and the thrill of being caught.

Scaramouche

he never thought he would be coming back to his homeland after years. sent on an important mission concerning the gnosis yet he had other things he wanted to achieve. scaramouche deems yae's deal good enough; the traveler's safety in exchange for the gnosis and his kitsune friend's whereabouts. they say never to trust a kitsune as those creatures are sly, but scaramouche's foolish heart would always lead him back to you. a heart? he has one only for you.

did that darn fox fool him? he's been looking around the island and chinju forest for hours now yet you're nowhere to be found. just the thought of losing on a bargain makes him so mad that— *ripple* scaramouche's head turns vigilantly on the sound of a drop on the river. 'someone's here' he senses and surveys the surroundings. the area is lit enough thanks to the blue flowers but there's still patches of darkness. if he isn't careful he might get ambushed on the spot. "agh!" ambushed it is as a groan comes out of his mouth when his back falls onto the ground, amidst the illuminating flowers. his hand quickly forms a ball of electro to attack, but his vexed expression and the energy in his hand soon dwindled when he saw the beauty laying atop him.

he could only stare and you could gawk at how much this person grew. "kuni? kunikuzushi?" you call out to him yet he just lays there underneath you. he's too much in a shock to see you after so many years. you've grown even more beautiful, your voice still like a lullaby, and your body matured, enhanced with curves and chest bigger...ah, scaramouche pushes you off him to hide the flush on his cheeks. you could only giggle at him as he still has a bit of his innocence despite what you've heard. "you're still pretty" he looks at you like you grew two heads at your remark, and another tint of pink paints his cheek once again. 'he never changed'

what's unspoken between the two of you was the summer night spent in secrecy. your squirming body against the futon, his sighs of pleasure, your mewls, and the tears that he shed as he came inside your womb. now, it's all but a distant memory as you act like nothing happened. did you use him for the experience? the thought of someone other than him seeing you vulnerable could make him straight up murder. a sly grin creeps on your mouth as you try to read what he's thinking. 'oh he's so in for a surprise' you giggle inside your head.

in a fit of anger, scaramouche decides to go outside but as soon as he slides the door, he's met with your body clad in a thin robe. your nipples perked and everything was on display for him. before you could say anything, he jumps on you to hungrily ravage your lips. deft fingers pull the robe and take it off your body, all the while making out and pushing you towards his room.

he's so happy he could die as he finally thrusts the head of his cock past your entrance. the feeling of being full once again makes you whine so loud that scaramouche has to shut you up with a spit-connected kiss. "never thought you for a romantic" you tease him with a lofty smile at his slow pace and he thrusts upward in return. "I'm not" scaramouche replies while pulling out; he puts on the face he wears when dealing with his incompetent subordinates. "surely you can take a harsh fucking right?" he growled before wiping the smile off your face with a plunge that made you see stars.

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can-i-see-your-passport-please · 5 months

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Okay so here's everything I know about TF2. Please no one elaborate on anything I know about, because I think it's so much funnier if I have no context to anything. I have absorbed all of this through Tumblr osmosis

Emesis Blue is an excellent film

Soldier apparently was never an actual soldier, he just loves America and really wanted to kill Nazis (the second one i respect greatly)

Medic would probably give you a lobotomy for fun (i don't think this guy's even a doctor)

Two really old guys are fighting bloody wars over gravel I think and their father is named Grey Mann which was most definitely meant to make Gman enjoyers lose it but to be fair his name could also be Gary Man.

What am I on

Heavy and Medic are apparently gay but idk if this is a fandom seeing two men next to each other and going "gay" thing or a "all but confirmed gay" thing but TVTropes referred to them as "Heterosexual Life Partners" which is very funny

emesis blue is so fucking good oh my godddddd the respawn machine is horrifying just from the concept it turned scout into soup

Scout is half French and loves his mother (who is not french) and does not love his father (spy i think)

Medic presumably died went to hell and told the devil "oh I'm like a cat I have nine souls actually. So I should get to go back to being alive" and it fucking worked??????

THE FUCKING SCENE IN?? IN EMESIS BLUE??? WHERE. WHERE SOLDIER TELLS MEDIC "YOU'RE GONNA MAKE IT OUT" AND MEDIC SAYS "i KNOW" BEFORE HE JUST FUCKING DIES AND HE'S THE PROTAGONIST SO YOU'D EXPECT HIM TO LIVE RIGHT??? AND THEN HE JUST DIES AND DOESN'T APPEAR AGAIN FOR SO SO LONG

Pyro is an any pronouns warrior and it commits great atrocities while also having so much sillyness in his heart. I love her

I think Engineer blowed up his arm. I think

Spy is a cunt and also French. I do not think this I know this. I look at him and I sense his cuntery. It radiates off him. I can feel it.

SOMETHING ABOUT THE LETTER M BEING BRANDED ONTO MEDIC'S FACE BEING A REFERENCE TO THE MOVIE SCOUT WAS WATCHING WHERE THE LETTER M IS USED TO MARK A MURDERER. HE'S LITERALLY MARKED AS A MURDERER BY PYRO. SOMETHING ABOUT THE SCENE WITH DEMOMAN AND DELL'S BAR BEING A REFERENCE TO A SCENE IN THE SHINING WHERE THE MAIN CHARACTER IS LITERALLY TALKING TO A GHOST. SOMETHING ABOUT SCOUT'S MOTHER'S HEAD BEING HELD AROUND A CORNER AND DROPPED PARALLELING PYRO'S HEAD BEING HELD AROUND A CORNER AND DROPPED. SOMETHING ABOUT SCOUT'S "IF THEY EVER HIT YOU WITH SOMETHING, YOU HIT BACK TWICE AS HARD" WITH MEDIC SHOOTING SPY TWICE IN THE HEAD AFTER BEING SHOT ONCE IN THE GAME OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE WHY IS EMESIS BLUE SO GOOD

TF2 is in an eternal war with Overwatch for some reason

I was doing a poll a few days ago and the tags psychic blasted me with the information of "by the way people pay like fifty dollars to see medic's tiddies in game." I have gotten varying answers between ninety dollars to three hundred fucking dollars but the constant remains that people will pay Valve comically high amounts of money to see Medic's boobs. What

Scout almost got Earth exploded because he died a virgin???? But then God was like "Okay go back down to earth I'm giving them one last chance to all have sex with you" I'm so confused what does any of this mean none of this makes any sense but it's hilarious

Scout might be legitimately named after Jerma and bears a frightening resemblance to him (though to be fair scout is every white boy in one)

You should watch Emesis Blue it's free on youtube

Demoman's eye is sentient even though he doesn't have it????

I can't decide who's my favorite the white boy the unethical scientist or the silly nonbiney war criminal

Conclusion: What the fuck is team fortress the second one about

#cassie rambles #please don't tell me what it's about it's so much funnier if i am confused forever #tf2 #emesis blue

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twignotstick · 2 months

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Broken Brothers (and How to Fix Them)

Part 1 🧡

Note: This story is based on @cupcakeslushie 's Empyrean Weeping au. These characters are not my own, and this story is in no way canon to the main story. I wrote this as my love letter to the story and the characters. Especially April :)

(And because the au comp has made me go rabid, but that's another problem 🤡)

Tags: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, ROTTMNT, Mikey & April, Raph & April, NOT MY CHARACTERS, Empyrean Weeping AU, recovery, cooking, mental issues, talking it out because we're adults, sickness, sickfic (kinda)

Warnings (if there's anything I should add here, tell me please!): small physical injury, mention of past injury, description of scars

Words: 2,107

Summary: April was able to figure out her first brother easily. Now, she gets three more, with a couple more issues to worry about.

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In the few weeks since Mikey had come home, April had been having a blast. Don't get her wrong, she loved Raph. He was her brother. Her best friend, even. But sometimes he could be a little… overbearing? Sensitive? Thought she was dying when she got her period?

Mikey was fun. He swore like a sailor, which made Raph go crazy. He loved talking and listening, even when he wasn't really interested in April's rambling. And ever since Splinter had first shown him the kitchen, they all found out that he could cook.

According to him, he had cooked some before, when he was younger. But man, once he had access to the recipes of the internet, Mikey was an incredible chef. Every morning, he'd wake up to make breakfast for everyone. April had even made a habit of showing up to eat breakfast with the mutants.

It had all been going great! Mikey was adjusting perfectly!

And then he got sick.

April figured it was probably because of the sudden change of scenery. His body was still catching up, and coming to the surface for the first time in his life didn't help either. It was at the most a bad cold, but his nose was stuffed and his throat sounded like a clogged sink. He kept getting coughing fits and dizzy spells.

April had come down to visit. She wanted to check on Mikey, and on Raph. He had gone full protective Mama Bear mode as soon as Mikey even got the slightest hint of a sniffle. April knew that if he didn't get a moment to relax and not worry about his sick brother, he'd probably pull something and get sick himself.

When she arrived to a panicked Raph tossing around couch cushions, she knew her damage control would need to be in high gear.

“Raph?” April asked quietly, dropping her backpack off her shoulder and lowering it next to the couch. “Everything alright, big guy?”

“APRIL!” Raph dropped the pillows he had been holding and whipped around to face her. “Have you seen Mikey?! I went into his room to get him up and he wasn't there. Did you see him on your way in?!”

“Uh, no?” April stepped up and placed a hand on Raph's shoulder. “Take a second and breathe, Raph. With me. In and out.”

April guided Raph's breathing until he finally looked like he had his head on straight again. “Good job,” she whispered. “Now, you said he wasn't in his room.”

“No,” Raph said quickly. “I checked there. I looked under his sheets, I know-”

“Okay, I believe you. Did you check the bathroom?”

“...”

“...Raph.”

“I WAS FREAKING OUT! I'VE BEEN SCREAMING HIS NAME, HE SHOULD'VE-”

“Okay, okay, it's okay!” April held her hands out placatingly. “I get it. He's your brother, it's okay to be worried about him. Maybe all the gunk in his nose got up in his ears and he couldn't hear you.” She breathed deeply. “Listen, you go check the bathroom and the dojo. Even if you already checked, check again. I'm gonna go to the kitchen and make myself something, because school lunch sucked today and I'm starving.” April grabbed Raph's shaking hand. “We'll find him.”

Raph took a deep breath and released it, holding April's hand loosely. “Right. We'll find him. He's gonna be okay. Raph's gonna be okay, because Mikey's gonna be okay!”

“Yes, yes, that's right Raph.” April's tone shifted on a dime. “Now go. Shoo. Skedaddle. I got food to eat.”

Raph shooed away timidly. April knew that he was just trying to make sure his baby brother was okay, but jeez. Not even checking the bathroom first? If you're going to lose track of someone, at least start looking for them in a reasonable place.

April made it to the kitchen and stopped suddenly at the doorway, almost shouting out for Raph immediately.

Come on, Raph. There isn't even a door here. Mikey was in clear view of anyone passing by the kitchen.

She saw the scarred, scratched shell of Mikey standing at the counter. She hadn't ever seen the shell from this angle; looking at it straight on. She'd seen it from the side, but looking at it now, it looked 10 times as painful. The gouges were deep.

What kind of monster could have done that to a kid this young?

Why was that kid out of bed right now he's sick why is he-

Mikey turned away from the counter with a plate in his hand. His blurry eyes caught sight of April at the door. He sniffled quietly then rasped, “Hey April. You're here early… You hungry? I'm gonna make some-” he was interrupted by a cough- “s-some… something. I’unno yet.”

“Mikey?” April walked into the kitchen to investigate what he'd been doing. There was a small mixing bowl to the side of the sink and a cup of water. Not even a measuring cup, but one of the old plastic cups they kept in the lower cabinets with a worn cartoon graphic on the side, barely even there after years of washing. “Buddy, you don't need to do that. You're sick. What do you mean ‘early’? It's, like, 4:30.”

Mikey blinked slowly. “Y…yeah. 4:30.”

“P.M., Mike.”

“...oh.”

“Do you usually get up that early? That's not healthy, Mikey.” April started walking around the kitchen island and grabbed one of the stools to pull it out. “You should sit down.”

“Wh- wha? I don't… I don' need to sit down. I gotta make breakfast.” Mikey still clutched the plate in his hands, a shaky smile on his face.

“Mikey, it's almost 5 in the afternoon. You don't need to make breakfast. Sit down, I'm gonna make some food for myself anyway.”

Mikey looked like he was getting more confused by the second. His eyes were watering, but April couldn't tell if that was due to the sickness or him genuinely being upset. “B-but I need to make breakfast.” He turned back to his hodge-podge cooking setup, plate still in his right hand. “W-wait, I can figure out something to make.” He sniffled loudly, catching in his throat and causing him to cough. “I got it, y-you just go see R-Raph!”

“No, Mikey. You need to sit down. Please, I-”

April was cut off by the sound of Mikey sneezing loudly. The force of the sneeze caused Mikey's arm to flail, shattering the plate in his hand on the edge of the sink. His dazed eyes stared at the pieces as they scattered both in the sink and across the tile. April held her hand over her mouth.

Mikey started mumbling curses and apologies under his breath as he kneeled to the floor, picking up the porcelain shards with his bare hands.

“MIKEY!” April rushed over the wreckage, grabbing Mikey by the shoulders and lifting him up. His hands were slightly cut up already by the sharp edges he had grabbed, and his knees had hit some too. “What are you doing?! You are going to sit down now.”

“B-but- But I-”

“Mikey.”

“B-but I broke the-”

“Sit.”

Mikey's tears were almost spilling over, but with April's help, he was able to sit at the kitchen island. His hands and knees were bleeding slightly, but nothing bad. Nothing near as bad as he'd seen, April guessed.

“I'm going to grab the first aid kit. Raph should be here any minute, if he isn't already eavesdropping. While I'm cooking, you can talk to me. Tell me how to make the ramen good like you make it. I'll make it spicy to open up your nose, just how you like. That's what I need you to do today, okay Mikey?”

Mikey looked like he wanted to fidget with his hands, but he knew that wouldn't be good. Wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand, he whispered, “Okay, April.”

April walked to the door, only to find Raph hurriedly coming from the bathroom with the first aid kit already in hand. “Really, Raph?”

“I heard the plate break, what was I supposed to do?” Raph whined with a guilty look on his face.

“Not act like your brother broke, maybe.”

Raph sighed and kept moving past April, sitting down next to Mikey without saying a word. He held out a hand which Mikey met, letting Raph analyze the damage. “We've all broken plates before, it's alright Mike.”

Mikey just hummed, shaking up the phlegm in his throat and getting him coughing again. Raph's eyes widened wildly, but April stared him down the moment he tried moving toward Mikey. Despite the snapper's intimidating stature, he shrank under April's glare.

April smirked and grabbed a ramen pack from the pantry. “So, Angelo,” she said, grabbing a pot from the overhead rack and turning to the turtles, “where do we start?”

Taking a second to compose himself, Mikey started instructing. “If you're making it for both of us, use two packs. A-and don't use that stupid sauce pack stuff they include with it, use actual sauce. I put it up in the…”

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When it was done, it was by far the best ramen April had ever made. Not the best she had ever eaten, (that prize belonged to Mikey), but it was still really good. Mikey seemed to like it too, and his gloomy demeanor was finally lessening.

Raph left the room shortly after the two started eating. Partly because he wanted to check on his dad, partly because he wanted to rest after over exerting himself in his search for Mikey, and partly because of the look April was giving him. She wanted to have a chat with Mikey, and that was apparent.

Now, the two sat silently, eating their noodles. April sat just around the corner of the island. She didn't want to sit opposite him, but didn't feel like sitting right next to him. This just felt right.

“You know we want you here, right?” April asked softly.

“What?” Mikey's throat had cleared up just a bit, as well as his sinuses, allowing him to speak more clearly.

“We want you here. You know that, right?”

“W… w-well, yeah! I mean, Raph and Dad literally agreed to fight in the Battle Nexus to get me out! A-and you keep showing me such cool stuff, and bringing me nice things, and-”

“And we're always going to want you here,” April pressed firmly. “You don't need to worry about making us want you here.

“...what?”

“You don't need to worry about making us food, or cleaning up a mess you can't clean up on your own. Especially when you're sick. We should be taking care of you right now.”

Mikey fiddled with his chopsticks, looking back and forth from April to his noodles.

“And it doesn't matter what you do. We'll always want you here. You're family. Doesn't matter if you can't make breakfast, or if you break a plate-”

“Or if I eat the last slice of pizza?” Mikey asked timidly, simultaneously admitting to a most heinous crime.

“Even if you eat the last slice of pizza.” April smirked and pointed at Mikey. “But that's thin ice, bud.”

Mikey laughed for the first time April had heard all day. Sure, it was only a little giggle, and it kicked up another small coughing fit, but it didn't matter. The fun brother she had begun caring so deeply about was finally sitting in front of her again.

“Bad habits are tough to crack,” April sighed. “I'm gonna help you realize that, and it might take a while. Just please, don't forget we love you.”

Mikey nodded.

“You know,” April said, leaning back on her stool and swinging her legs up to sit criss-cross, “I really do love you like a brother already. And I really, really want you to stay. Sooo, imagine how Raph and Splints must feel. Outta this world love, right?”

Mikey's smile softened. “Guess you're right.”

“Course I am!” April stood up with her empty ramen bowl. “I'm gonna put this in the sink for me to wash later, and you're gonna put yours there too when you're done. How's watching some mindless cartoons sound for the rest of the afternoon? I bet I can get Splints to give up the TV.”

Mikey held his chopsticks close and gave the sweetest, most doe-eyed expression. “Do you think I could get one of Raph's plushies, too?”

April huffed a laugh. “Boy, if you asked him with that face, I think he'd give you his whole collection.”

Mikey's face morphed into a mischievous grin. “I'll take that challenge.”

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The spirits of the tmnt au comp possessed me. I've already written a second part for this. You'll never guess who it's about 🔵🐢

Again, this is my love letter to EW! I am in no way involved with EW, I just wanted to write about how April could get along with her new brothers. Can't wait for the first round of voting in the comp!

Part 2 -> 💙

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt au #tmnt separated au #tmnt mikey #tmnt april #rottmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #tmnt au propaganda #twig writes

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ambassadorarlert · 6 months

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toxic!armin head canons

author’s note: this fr has been a long time coming. it took a while to gather my thoughts lmao. he can’t be sweet all the time, right??😭

warning: modern au. toxic characteristics — obsession, jealousy, possessiveness. gaslighting.

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

we're not gonna look away from armin's whole underlying character trait of being a known manipulator. he is going to gaslight you.

armin starts his mind games as a last resort. when he's desperate to have his way. when he's being back into a corner, and you're holding your ground in an argument or disagreement. when you're winning and he's losing. he'll play into his unfortunate-baby face-sweet-boy persona and say, "i'm only telling you/doing this because i love you!" armin slaps, "I don't know what you want me to do." at the end of most arguments because he knows it will make you quit arguing out of pure frustration.

we can all agree armin goes through your phone

he immediately clicks on iMessage to see who you’ve been texting. snoops through everything. pictures, contacts, notes. all of it. armin goes all up in your private dm’s, discord, looks through your snapchats. who you’ve been sending tiktoks to. he’s so extra, he even scrolls on your social media timelines. your dash. your fyp. just to see what you’re always looking and giggling at bc who is making you laugh if it’s not him ? arminknows he won’t find anything and that you would never do anything behind his back. but he looks anyway and holds his breath just in case. and, if he does find something he doesn’t like, he will confront you about it and not even address the bigger question

major attachment issues. in bold, italics and regular size font.

the root cause being his parents died when he was really young and was only raised by his grandpa who worked all the time. /: armin definitely has mommy issues. he's very anxious to pleasure you and do everything you want him to bc a.) he's hopelessly devoted to you b.) for some reason he think it'll make you love him more. armin will get really attached to you after the first date, and everything in your relationship moves quickly. he says i love you first. 3 months into the relationship you’re moving in together. engaged after 1 year, married 6 months later. he’s sensitive and in tune with everything you’re doing and feeling and saying. the slightest change in your voice, oh you must be mad at him. when you're literally just tired and have 0 energy, he must be annoying you. armin needs regular reassurance and validation. he will straight up ask “do you still love me?” at least once a day.

armin gets jealous so. so easily.

armin thinks he's not good enough for you and that you deserve someone who can do the things he can't, while simultaneously not being able to bear the thought of you being with another man. he views other guys as a threat and is off-putting on purpose. he goes through your followers and interactions daily and reports guys who leave compliments and thirsts. he gives guys dirty looks when he see's them obviously looking at you. will ask trap questions like "would you still be with me if you could start your life over?" armin is well liked among your girlfriends but makes no effort with your guy friends, and has succeeded in distancing you from a few of them. he disguises ultimatums as open communication. armin's jealousy is a delicate spectrum.

he's very possessive of you.

you're his everything and he wants everyone to know that. you're so gorgeous, he's not gonna hide you away. armin recognizes that you're your own person, and you can show off however you'd like. as long as he's somewhere in the background. he encourages that you tag him in all your posts. he fights for his life trying to convince you to let him come with you while you go out with your friends and he wins most of the time. but when he has to stay home, he stays up and waits for you, he double/triple texts and asks when you'll be home even though you made a point to give him a timeframe. and don't even be 5 minutes late because armin already has seventy-five questions lined up. if he's feeling extra silly, he'll start a fight over text. 🤪

2023. do not copy or repost any work by arlertwitch on any other platform. violators will be prosecuted. 🪼 — @artsyblkblocked / @sleazymac-n-cheesy / @arlerts-angel / @chiinni / @aegonslawyer / @stoned-eren /

#its not even his fault fr.#he’s just protective that’s all.#he’s been through a lot and he can’t always help it ok #my writing #armin arlert #armin imagine #armin headcanons #toxic!armin #armin drabble #armin one shot #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin x black reader #armin x fem reader #armin x black y/n

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andreafmn · 1 year

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Truth | Embry Call

Word Count: 5.4K Paring: Embry Call x Female!Reader Requested: Yes [@come-on-darling-honey | @treatiseofselena | @pinkdragonfandream-blog] Story Description: Embry and (Y/N) getting together was inevitable, and it seemed that the universe concurred. A/N: The requests didn't have any details so I grouped them together (hope that's okay.) I've never gravitated toward Embry so at first I had no idea what or how to write this.But I hope I did him justice with this fluffy friend-to-lovers. Now, I will definitely post more about him because I fell in love with my version of him 🤭🤭 Also, I'm trying to organize myself and my writing to upload more consistently, but chronic illnesses, family, and life always get in the way. Thank you to all of you who have bear with me for so long 🤍🤍 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffee TikTok • Instagram • Business | MASTERLIST If you’d like to be tagged in any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

Truth | Embry Call Oneshot

For the longest time, it had always been Jake, Quil, Embry, and (Y/N). The four of them had been friends since their childhood and had quickly become inseparable. If one was in sight, the probability that the other three were close behind was high. The group was simply thick as thieves.

But there were two in particular that grew closer than the others.

(Y/N) and Embry seemed to gravitate toward each other. Even when the four friends were together, the duo would be standing side-by-side. They understood each other in a way that Jake and Quil did not. Even without words, they could speak a language that no one else could understand.

“You guys should just get together already,” Jacob had teased one day. “I mean, we all know it’s gonna happen sooner or later. Any day now you’ll tell us you’re a couple.”

“Oh please, Jake,” Quil laughed. “These two would be single their whole lives before they admit they like each other.”

(Y/N) had thrown pieces of popcorn at them, chuckling dryly at their statements. “We’re just friends, guys,” she retorted. “With that logic, you and Quil should get together too.”

“It’s just a joke, (Y/N). There’s no need to get so pissed.”

“I’m not,” she quickly defended. “It’s just annoying that you guys bother us so much about it.”

At that moment, Embry walked into the living room. He was quiet, as always, but vigilant. His eyes fell quickly onto (Y/N)’s. He could tell in an instant that something —more like someone— had made her feel embarrassed.

“Guys, leave her alone already,” he quickly defended. “Can we not go one night without you guys bothering her?”

“You don’t even know what happened!” Jake whined. “You always take her side.”

“Well, 99% of the time you guys did actually do something to her,” Embry responded. “And I would bet everything I have that it’s not a 1% kind of occasion.”

Quick and Jake slouched into the sofa, crossing their arms over their chests in defeat. Even though they were all similar in age, there was a sense of maturity in Embry that was unparalleled. At the end of the day, he was the voice of reason within the group.

“There we go again. Her knight in shining armor,” Jake grumbled. “And they say they don’t have a thing for each other.”

After the movies were done, Quil had long gone, and Jake mumbled something about going to bed, Embry offered to walk (Y/N) home. It was something he had accustomed to doing but it still made her stomach do a turn on itself.

“So, what were those idiots talking about?”

“The usual,” she sighed. Her hand was inches away from his. A simple stumble and she could have intertwined them. “How one day you and I will become a couple because of how well we get on.”

“Oh,” he said coyly.

“I know I should be used to it by now, but it can get pretty annoying, pretty fast.”

Embry’s heart started to race as he listened to her words. He knew just how infuriating their friends could be, especially when it came to bothering people. But it only upset him because he did like her.

At some point in time, his best friend had turned into the girl that he loved. She had become the protagonist of all of his fantasies, the reason for having a smile on his face, what he looked forward to every day. Somehow, she had become his center.

“Why do you find it annoying?” Embry managed to croak out, suddenly finding his hands more interesting than the road ahead. “Like would it be that terrible?”

“No,” she answered quickly. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was repulsed by him. Because all she wanted was him.

Much like Embry, she didn’t know when that shift had happened. He was her best friend, her closest confidant, the only person that knew her better than she knew herself. But somewhere along the line, her heart would flutter at his nearness, a smile painted on her face at the mention of his name, her eyes trailed to his in every room they were in.

“I don’t, uh. I don’t think it would be terrible,” she spoke meekly. “Do you?”

They stopped in their tracks, finally facing each other.

“I could never find being with you terrible,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. With a surge of bravery, his hand lifted to her face, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “It would honestly be a dream come true.”

(Y/N) gasped quietly at the sudden touch. Her breath hitched in her throat and her hand flew to grasp at his forearm. “Embry, w-what… what’re you saying?”

“I like you, (Y/N), and I have for a long time,” he told her. His brown eyes stared intensely into hers, looking for any sign that he was losing her. “I’m not sure when it happened but one day you slipped into my head and you have not left it since. That’s why it doesn’t bother me. Because deep down I’ve always hoped that day would come.”

“Embry, I…” She stammered searching for her words, but nothing came out.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way,” he said sadly. “But I had to tell you already. It’s been eating me up inside for a long time and I had to confess before it consumed me completely.”

“No, Embry, I do,” she choked on her words, feeling the knot in her throat tightening as she spoke. Even if he was saying exactly what she had wanted to hear, emotions overwhelmed her. “God, I like you too. For a while now. I just never had the courage to say anything because I didn’t want to lose your friendship. You mean a lot to me.”

“So we’ve been tip-toeing around each other for no reason then?” Embry laughed. “Are we seriously that oblivious to feelings?”

“It appears so,” she responded with a chuckle. “What does this mean for us, Em? Where do we go from here?”

“Well, first, I was thinking I could kiss you,” he smiled. “Can I?”

“I would die if you didn’t.”

His hands cradled her face softly, his thumbs caressing over the apex of her cheekbones. He nuzzled his nose against hers, teasing her lips with his. He ghosted over the pink of her skin, wishing to the gods that he wasn’t in another one of his dreams.

When he finally gave in, his lips crashed into hers and he could swear he felt the earth around him stop. There was no gravity, no air, no cold or warmth, it was simply him and (Y/N), and that was all that existed on Earth.

“What’re we gonna tell the guys?” (Y/N) said as soon as they parted for air. “They’ll never let us live this down. And, honestly, I don’t think I could stand their pestering once they know they were right.”

“We don’t have to tell them,” he responded, intertwining his hand with hers comfortingly as they continued their walk to her home. “We can have this just for ourselves for the time being. It will be our little secret.”

“As much as I would love to shout it from the rooftops,” she smiled brightly. “But I like this too. Having something that is just for us. Something they can’t ruin.”

“That does sound great, actually.”

“Good. Because I don’t want anyone to ruin this. Especially not those two.”

And for a couple of months, it was perfect. To their friends, it was business as usual. They were as friendly as ever, always by each other’s side, and taking Quil and Jake’s teasing with a grain of salt. No one could have known just how true their jokes had become.

They got around with stolen glances, hidden corners, and nights. And how they loved their nights. They would spend hours curled up in each other’s arms after Embry would sneak into her room. They would talk about nothing and everything, they would sleep, and they would kiss.

It was an easy routine to follow and they fell into it quickly and perfectly. In the morning, they were the best of friends. At night, they were falling more and more in love.

At least, that’s what (Y/N) had thought.

She had fallen for him. Deeply. He meant everything to her and she thought the feeling was mutual. But when the first week of the second semester of their junior year came to a start and Embry had disappeared, she knew something was wrong.

Not only had he missed school, but he also had completely iced out Jake, Quil, and, most importantly, (Y/N). He wouldn’t answer her calls, he stopped coming over, and he was nowhere to be found. Even his mother had told her that he wasn’t acting like himself and she was very surprised at his behavior.

What none of them knew —what she didn’t know— was that Embry was going through the most surreal of transformations. He wanted to tell his friends, he wanted to tell her everything.

Yet, bringing them into a world where the stories the elders told around the bonfire were real was something he could not do. Even if it meant that they never talked again, he would make sure to keep them safe from the dangers they did not know were real.

He did everything he could to avoid (Y/N) specifically. He would never say it, or even think it now, but he was scared he’d do to her what Sam had accidentally done to Emily. Love wouldn’t protect her from what he was and what he could do to her. Avoiding her hurt, but not as much as it would if he did anything to her.

But that Friday, after he had missed a whole week of school and he’d expertly avoided his group of friends for the past four days, everything had changed. As Embry walked the halls, careful not to run into any of his three friends, his eyes caught hers.

That’s when it happened. The moment that changed his entire world. It hadn’t been meeting his friends, it hadn’t been his first kiss with (Y/N), and it hadn’t been his first phase as a shapeshifter. It was the universe telling him that it was her, and it would always be her.

And it scared him.

As she tried to move through the sea of students to get to him, all he could do was run away. Though deep down he hoped it was her once he knew what imprinting was, his fears of repeating history had grown.

“Embry!” He heard her call out. “ Embry, wait!”

But he was already out the doors and running to the only place he could think of. His brain was going a million miles a minute and his heart was tugging at his chest, begging to be with the piece that was missing from it.

He opened the door to the small house, hoping anyone was inside. His breathing was staggered and his chest was hammering. He was panicking and had no idea how to make it stop.

“Woah, Embry,” Sam called out. “I’m gonna need you to calm down, okay? You’ve gotta breathe, Call. Breathe.”

“She’s… and I didn’t… I don’t,” he tried to speak.

“Slow down, Embry.”

“I can’t… I can’t do this to her,” the boy managed to croak out. “Not her.”

“Is this about you imprinting today?”

“How did you…?”

“Mind link, Embry,” the alpha reminded him. “I know everything that happens to you. Who is she?”

Embry sighed deeply, taking a seat at the dining table. “She’s my best friend,” he said. “And these past few months she became so much more.”

“She’s your girlfriend then?”

“Well, we never labeled it as much,” he responded. “But kind of. Yeah.”

“Then why are you so worried? This is the best-case scenario.”

“I don’t want to put her in danger. And her knowing the truth would put her right in the middle of it.”

“And you don’t want what happened to Emily to happen to her,” Sam said softly. Embry’s eyes went wide as he realized what the man had said, quickly struggling to find a redeeming answer. “Don’t worry, Call. I wouldn’t want that to happen to anyone, for that matter. And as scary as it is to tell her the truth, you have to. As the days go by, you will both find it harder and harder to keep away from each other. It will be physically painful to stay apart.”

“I can’t do that to her. She deserves to be safe,” he silently sobbed. “The further away she is from me, the better it will be for her. I can’t hurt her if I’m not with her.”

Sam couldn’t help but feel pity for the boy. He had been in that very position not too long ago, running from the people he loved, fearing the hurt he could cause them. But he also knew how he could cause just as much pain by staying away.

“Look, Embry, I won’t tell you what you have to do,” he said. “But speaking from experience, running away does more harm than good. Whether you like it or not, she is now a part of this world and the best way to protect her is by telling her the truth. Unlike with your mom, the secret of our tribe has to be shared with our imprints. She’s gonna need to understand why it hurts so much to stay away from you.”

“What if things go bad?” Embry asked dolefully. “What if telling her pushes her away regardless?”

“That is just something you’ll have to leave to chance,” Sam sighed. “But if you need any backup if you choose to tell her, you know Emily and I are here and happy to help.”

“Thanks, Sam,” the boy responded. “But I think this is something I have to do by myself. I’m gonna tell her tonight and hope for the best.”

“Well, I’ll be doing patrol tonight. So, if at my point you need me, just call out.”

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“Wait, you actually saw him here?” Jake asked that afternoon as the three friends left the school. “I heard he was back but I have not seen him the whole week.”

“He was standing in the middle of the hallway this morning and I tried to get to him,” (Y/N) explained. “But he ran away and literally disappeared. What the hell is going on with him?”��

“Apparently he’s been sneaking out of his house for a while now,” Quil added, making (Y/N)’s heart wrench in her chest. “And his mom says he wasn’t home that week he skipped school.”

“I heard he’s been hanging out with Sam Uley’s gang,” Jake whispered. “That could explain why he’s acting so weird. He got involved with some shady shit.”

“Guys, this is Embry we’re talking about,” the girl defended, holding onto any hope that he was still the boy she loved. “Do you really think he would do something like that?”

“You keep trying to defend your little boyfriend but it’s clear he wants nothing to do with any of us,” Jake spat.

“He’s our friend, Jake,” (Y/N) seethed. “Sorry for actually believing there might be something else happening other than he might have joined a dangerous gang and has left us for dead.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Whatever, guys. I’ll see you on Monday.”

She left both boys dumbfounded and disappeared into her home. Once inside she crashed against her front door and allowed the tears that were stinging her eyes to flow free.

(Y/N) couldn’t accept that she had truly lost Embry. She couldn’t admit that she had fallen for someone that could act like she meant nothing to them, that could forget every moment they spent together, that could ignore everything they had admitted to her. She had trusted him with her heart and he had decided to shatter it without another thought.

Somehow she had made her way to her bedroom and had crashed on her bed. When her eyes fluttered open again the sun had completely set and the moon was shining brightly in the sky. In the darkness, she searched for her phone, feeling the need to apologize to Quil and Jake for snapping at them.

Yet, her screen lit up with Embry’s caller ID, showing her that it was the fifth call in the last twenty minutes. She debated answering the phone, wanting to make him feel just like she had the last two weeks.

But her resolution was too weak.

“What?” (Y/N) spat.

“Come to your window.”

She walked to her window, her gaze falling on his figure on the road. Tears were quick to form in the corners of her eyes, her emotions close to their bursting point. “What do you want, Embry?” she asked through the phone, careful to keep her voice from cracking. “It’s late.”

“I know, but I really need to talk to you, (Y/N).”

“So, you show up after two weeks of dead silence. Your hair is all chopped up, you’ve got a tattoo, and apparently, you’ve been hanging with Sam Uley’s gang. And you just come here and tell me now you wanna talk,” she scoffed. “Give me one reason why I should give you the time of day after all that?”

“I know I don’t deserve another chance and you have every right to turn me away right now,” he told her. “But I promise if you give me a couple of minutes I can explain everything to you. After that, you can decide what you want to do. Please, (Y/N).”

She kept quiet for a second, knowing that she didn’t have much to think about. Her heart knew exactly what she would answer before she could say it out loud. “Fine,” she said. “You’ve got ten minutes.”

“Alright,” he smiled. “Come down.”

She couldn’t help the eagerness that overtook her as she wrapped a jacket around her and silently slipped out the door. And once she was face to face with him, it took everything in her not to run and wrap her arms around Embry.

“Hey,” he smiled softly at her. “Been a while.”

“Not really in the mood for jokes, Embry,” she responded. “I came out here to hear you explain. So explain.”

“Okay, but I’m gonna need us to move into the woods.”

“I’m not going into the woods with you, Em. Just tell me already.”

“Look, I know this is weird but I need you to trust me, okay?” he asked giving her those puppy dog eyes that she had missed so much. The same eyes he’d give her when he begged for a kiss or when he pleaded for a couple of more minutes away from their friends. “Please.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “But your time is down to eight minutes.”

“Alright. Just, come on.”

Without thinking, he took hold of her hand, leading her to the darkness of the woods, searching for a place where no passersby could accidentally see him.

(Y/N) found herself allowing him to drag her, remembering just how comforting his warmth was. Especially on such a cold night in January, it surprised her just how high his temperature felt.

Once they were deep enough and Embry had halted them to a stop, she forced herself to drop his hand. She didn’t want him to forget the anger that still rushed through her veins, the disappointment that had found a home in her heart, and the hurt that she felt in every inch of her body.

“Go ahead,” she told him, crossing her arms across her chest to keep them from reaching toward him.

“Alright, first of all, I want to apologize for disappearing like that. It wasn’t fair to you or the guys. But you need to understand that I couldn’t tell you at the beginning,” he started. “(Y/N), what I’m about to tell you is gonna sound like the biggest lie you have heard, and you might even think that I’ve lost my mind. Still, everything I say is the honest truth.”

“Em, you’re scaring me,” she responded. “What’re you talking about?”

Embry took a deep breath, finding every ounce of strength to be able to finally tell her the truth, to wrap her in the web of the supernatural and hope he was strong enough to keep her from the dangers of it. “Okay, I’m gonna need you to think back to all the stories our parents and the elders would tell us around the bonfire,” he said. “How our Quileute ancestors were shapeshifters and how it was their job to protect our land. When we were kids we thought that those were only stories, myths to keep us children entertained. But it’s real, (Y/N). Those stories weren’t just fantasies, they are our history.

“The reason I disappeared was because I am now one of those shapeshifters. It happened the Saturday before starting school, at the back-to-school bonfire, when that guy was hitting on you when I walked away for a second,” he continued. His eyes never left hers, hoping —begging— that she believed him. “It happened so suddenly and I thought I was dying. I could feel anger taking over my entire body, filling me with this overheating rush that burned deep inside.

“It was Jared Cameron that found me. He pulled me into the woods and I was so angry that I couldn’t even process what was happening. He kept telling me to give in to the change to listen to my body and allow it to do what it needed to. Suddenly, my clothes were ripped to shreds and I was this huge wolf.

“After, Sam Uley and Paul Lahote joined him and walked me through shifting back, telling me to focus on my human form. It felt like everything around me was shaking, reacting to the way my body was transforming. And somehow, at just the right moment, I changed back into my human self.

“I spent that week learning to control my emotions so I wouldn’t trigger a phase in front of everyone, learning about our history and our role in the rez. It turns out, those guys aren’t a gang, they’re actually a pack and our job is to protect the reservation from anything, supernatural or not, that threatens our land. No one can know about our existence other than the elders and current pack members.”

“Wait, I don’t get it,” she stammered, her head spinning with all the information she was given. “This whole talk about wolves and supernatural beings… it’s crazy, Embry! A completely convoluted way of telling me it’s over.”

“I can show you,” he added. “Just don’t move even an inch from where you are right now.”

“What’re you…? Embry.”

He put some distance between them, making sure he was safely away from her. He removed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, ensuring his clothes were close enough when he phased back. He knew just how impossible everything he had said sounded. If he hadn’t phased that night, there was no way he would have believed it.

But he needed her to believe him.

One second he was standing before her in human form, and the next, a tall gray wolf with black spots was staring her down. She stumbled back as her eyes met the animal’s, a slight rush of fear flowing through her veins.

Yet, she knew those brown eyes too well to be afraid for long. They were unmistakably Embry’s and they replaced her anxiety with a calming stream. Something about him was calling to her, beckoning her to come closer. There was no danger, there was no panic, there was only calm.

(Y/N) made her way closer to the creature, every step filling her with courage. The wolf didn’t move, his eyes simply followed her, waiting. Because he was the tactable answer to all of her questions.

Her shaking hand raised and landed on the soft fur of the wolf’s head. As soon as she made contact, Embry nudged it, giving her the confirmation she was looking for. It was him and it was all true.

“You’re a wolf,” she softly chuckled. “You’re in front of me right now and you’re a giant wolf.”

Embry let out a confirming growl that sounded almost like a laugh and nuzzled his nose against her. The small force knocked her back softly, siphoning from her the laugh he had missed hearing.

“But if no one is supposed to know about you guys, why are you telling me all this?” (Y/N) asked before realizing he could not answer in his form. “Change back already. I have so many questions.”

In the blink of an eye, Embry stood before her, scrambling to get dressed. “This is the most awkward part of phasing back,” he chuckled dryly. “It’s worse when you’re surrounded by guys you barely know.”

“Yeah, I can imagine,” she sympathized. “Now, why me? Why am I the only one that you’re telling this to? Jake and Quil truly believe you’ve joined a gang and left us in the dust.”

“Well, as with most things, there is an exception to the rules. One person that is allowed to know everything, even if they’re not members of the pack,” he explained slowly. “There’s something that happens after your shift that involves that person. It’s called imprinting. I’m the most basic definition: it's a soulmate. You are unconditionally bound to this person for the rest of your life, becoming whatever it is that they need from you —a sibling, a friend, a partner. Anything.

“Your whole world changes,” he continued, his hands taking hers. “They become your gravity, your very reason for living. Even being apart feels physically painful. Everything falls secondary to them, and all it takes is one look.”

“This morning,” she breathed. (Y/N) had felt something change when they had locked eyes in the hall. His absence had become a harrowing pit in her stomach. “But I…”

“The bond affects the imprint as well,” Embry answered before she could ask. “But nothing happens without them wanting it. You are only what the imprint wants.”

“So it’s me,” she said, trying to hold back tears, her eyes falling to where their hands were clasped. “Is that why you ran away this morning? Because you imprinted on me? Was it… did you not want it to be me?”

“No! I mean yes! I wanted it to be you,” he rapidly scrambled for his response. “But I was afraid of what the implications of you being my imprint would be.”

“What do you mean?”

“First of all, I could never forgive myself if I was the reason you were ever in danger,” Embry started, his hand cradling her cheek to lift her gaze to his, wiping away the strand that had fallen. “But what I was most afraid of was that it would make you feel things that you might not have felt had it not been for this supernatural intervention.”

“I’m not following, Em.”

“Look, (Y/N), I love you —I’m in love with you. And I have been for a long time,” he confessed. “And even though I know you like me and we spent all this time together, I was afraid that if you felt more for me it would be because of the imprint bond and not really how you would have felt without it.”

Finally, it was her turn to comfort him. “Em, I think I’ve loved you since the moment we met,” she grinned. “I don’t need a supernatural link to tell me how I have felt about you for the majority of my life. And I understand why you had to keep all of this from us. As much as I would love for Jake and Quil to know how much of an amazing badass my boyfriend is, we know how well I can keep a secret.”

Embry’s eyes opened wide at the word, loving how it sounded coming from her lips. “Boyfriend? You called me your boyfriend!”

“Is that not what you are?”

“Yes. Yes! And you’re my girlfriend!” he exclaimed as he hugged her waist tightly, twirling her in a hug. “God, being without you has made this the worst two weeks of my life.”

“I can tell,” she teased. “I mean you lost my favorite thing about you. I’m really gonna miss your hair.”

“Unless you braid the wolf’s hair, I’m afraid we’re stuck with the short hair for a while.”

“I can work with that as long as you don’t ever disappear like that again.”

“I promise I will never willingly do that,” he responded. “I can assure you these past two weeks have been hell.”

“Well, we won’t have that time back. But we can make sure we don’t lose any more.”

“I like the sound of that,” he grinned.

He placed both hands on either side of (Y/N)’s face, nuzzling his nose to hers as he had done the first time they kissed. He breathed in her scent. He listened to the patter of her heart, to the sound of her breath. He took her in completely at the moment, memorizing how she looked when they told each other they loved one another.

“Are you gonna make me wait?” she let out a strangled breath. “Or are you gonna kiss me already?”

“You waited two weeks already,” he teased.

“So I’ve waited long enough,” she bit back. “Now kiss me, you dork.”

Finally, he crashed his lips onto hers and everything felt like it had fallen where it was supposed to. There had never been secrets between them, and, now, there never had to be any more. The universe had simply confirmed what they already felt.

---

“Well, Quil, looks like you’re gonna have to pay up, my man,” Jake joked a couple of months after that fateful night. All discord between the friends had died the second the boys that were kept in the dark phases as well. “I told you these two had been together for a while.”

“No, you owe me,” he retorted. “They got together closer to the timeline I had set.”

“Actually,” Embry interjected, his arm draped over (Y/N)’s shoulders. “If you look at the board of bets, you’ll see that I had put down the actual date and time that we got together.”

“But that’s not fair! When we made that bet board we had no idea you two were actually together,” Quil whined. “There’s no way that should be an admissible bet.”

“Not knowing the facts doesn’t exempt you from it,” (Y/N) chuckled. “A bet that falls under the set rules for that pile will remain intact, even if it’s under a loophole.”

“Of course you’ll say that, (Y/N),” Jake scoffed. “He’s your boyfriend after all.”

“Don’t forget imprintee,” she grinned. “Now, both of you, cough up those twenty bucks.”

Later that afternoon and forty bucks richer, (Y/N) and Embry sat in the Uley’s backyard, watching the other boys playing football farther away from the bonfire Sam had started. They had curled up together under a blanket, enjoying the fact that they were together, and the world seemed to grant them a day of peace.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Embry whispered into her ear, pressing her tighter to him. “Because I do. So much.”

“Hm,” she smiled, melting into his touch. “You’ve told me once or twice. But I’ll never get tired of hearing it. Because I love you too.”

“And I’ll never get tired of saying it.”

“Good,” she beamed. “Because you’re stuck with me until the end.”

“Couldn’t think of a better life than that.”

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starberry-cupcake · 17 days

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I don't think I have a lot to update today because life got in the way of me reading as much as I wanted, but if I don't note things down, I'm gonna forget, so here we are. I'm not sure if I'll be able to update tomorrow, but I'll be back as soon as as I can, more for my own peace of mind than anything else.

previously, in harrowlicious the ninth:

this happened

also, I may have or may have not been slightly spoiled about a thing because people in my dash don't use the tags available to us mortals, so I'm gonna have to sprint if I see any semblance of skull make up in my dash

close the tab immediately

close my eyes and cover them for good measure

currently, chapters 12 & 13:

we are training how to...kill planets, I think

basically, I think we're killing a planet and killing the thing that comes out of it when it's killed

this is what the care bears taught me not to do when I was a kid

actually, I think they even made a new one in the new re-design thing specifically to make the point even clearer than in the 90s

this new one

that's the opposite of what these people are doing rn

so harrowbean is training with mercygirl on how to be environmentally unconscious

if I am understanding the dynamics correctly, you kill the planet and then you chase the planet's soul aka beast through the river and kill that too

if the ones they're escaping from are bigger than these, they must have fucked up massively with whatever they destroyed

when I started reading gideon, I thought the houses were like planet-coded

you know, nine houses and all that

the ninth is now a hypothetical mysterious ninth planet

but back when my astrology lesson was sailor moon

the ninth was pluto

and in that mindset, the ninth would be setsuna meiou, which checked out with some of the harrow aesthetics, I mean

a mix between these two looks???

I went on a tangent, anyway

I moved on from that idea later but, in any case, these people must have destroyed some fucking huge thing to make the mess they're in now

so, basically, in order to chase the planet's soul (which they call beast, but I think that's disrespectful), that's where the cavalier comes in

the slurped cav is meant to keep the lyctor running through that process, so that their body doesn't collapse

and it's meant to have their instincts kick in to do the final push and use the sword they were trained to use

if mayonnaise uncle had not done what he did, he would have probably been good at this part

but he was obliterated

by hubris

so, harrow cannot do this

WHICH IS GREAT

for us, at least, because it's more hope for the "gideon isn't gone" theory that keeps us together

I speak in plural, as if you didn't know exactly what's happening, but you get what I mean

in my mind, we're like this, waiting for gideon to come back

so augustine calls harrow "diet lyctor"

he should call her "lyctor lite"

mercygirl gives harrow crap for not being able to sustain herself due to her lack of cavalier-ness

augustine makes fun of her for her lack of cavalier-ness

and I'm here like...you guys are the ones who started this mess?????

it's not up to a teen to save you in a couple months from something you haven't been able to fix in 10k years????

maybe you deserve it????????

what is this, evangelion????

harrow, coming back from the training and planet killing

harrow visits yandere twin in her new designated room

yandere twin has a room with a lot of nudes

"life sized nudes in languorous attitudes, generally in oils, and all of the same two persons. They were enthusiastically executed. The duo posing held a variety of objects both likely and unlikely."

so...which lyctor ordered a ton of nsfw fanart of themselves and their cav or whatever????

I'm assuming it's a portrait of one of them and it's this kind of situation

yandere twin apparently likes the nudes, so they're staying there

harrow doesn't like them

I think it's A Lot tbh, but it's not my lyctor room, so I'm not telling her what to do

who has the room with the ceramics collection? because I call dibs on that

anyway, yandere twin is having a hard time with this too

both of them are having a hard time with doing it, not with the ethical or moral implications of what they're doing or why johnny john john is asking them to do these things

harrow can kill the stuff faster, but she can't be trusted to be able to stay alive after

harrow was never very good at not getting physically damaged at all times

yandere twin has a hard time making chad cooperate

who would have thought

imma assume it's a problem you might encounter when you slurped your cav against their will

which is what we think happened, idk, we found him stabbed in the back so

and also it's chad

chad complained about everything all the time

harrow tells her it's psychological

the mental health care plan of the lyctors looks like this

also, harrow suggests yandere twin to cut her new arm if it bothers her

I mean, that's one solution, I guess

it's a very harrow solution

yandere twin points out that harrow is the emperor's favorite

that sounds like a very bad thing tbh

she also asks harrow to make her own arm grow back again and harrow says no because she's not good at the fleshy bits

"the fleshy bits"sounds like something cursed that comes with cereal in a magnus archives episode

but you get the idea

we end the chapter with harrow appreciating yandere twin's company because, when she found her after she had stabbed not!dulcinea's corpse, she said "wish you'd taken off her arms"

I respect that too

again, no camilla yet

well, this wasn't as long or entertaining but I'll come back whenever I can...life needs to let me read this book

#luly reacts to tlt #tlt spoilers #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #the locked tomb #long post #gif cw

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 7 months

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Hood Nigga Deluxe

Fontaine × Black Reader

Supposed to be one part but I'll split it for the sake of posting something. 💕

Part 2

Idea: You fell underneath the warmth of a self-proclaimed hood nigga for Spooky Szn and you've got a big secret that he doesn't know and you can't tell him.

Tags: smut, smoking, blood play, dark romance

Right now, you're in the Dunbarton Green 1976 Pontiac Gran Prix next to Fontaine as he lights up, the flame on his blunt bright in the night with the lights off. He came by late to say hello after a long day and to see if you felt like fucking him.

Of course you do. Fontaine is his own category, specially made to drive you feral. It's everything about him.. custom made. He's your boyfriend. He just doesn't know it yet.

Your seat is back, your braids are pineappled for optimum confort, and your window is down, letting in the crisp fall air while you share his blunt, filling your lungs.

It's a smoother kick compared to other wraps. It's got a distinct and earthy flavor with a hint of sweet from the tobacco. The sweet and thick cigar cigarillo scent fills your nostrils as it flows out the window mingling with the clean air.

Back and forth, the two of you pass it, giving grace when one of you hangs onto it a little too long. It's relaxingly quiet, even with the voices of a few guys from the neighborhood somewhere near. They're hootin' and hollerin' in the distance, out of sight... It's like a hood ass meditation track for people who enjoy white noise.

"Why do you think they call it white noise?" You hand the blunt back. "Is it still considered white if it's black people making it?"

"Yeah. You're fried." He takes his turn on the blunt as you watch him with eyes slit. "I never thought about it. It probably has to do with frequencies. All of them at once, none distinctly different."

"Distinctively," you smirk up at him.

He takes another pull, letting it flow from his lips. "Or maybe niggas is racist."

"Hm... Sounds about right."

There's a view of your apartment building in front of the car, so you just lay back casually and watch who's going in and coming out. It's a calm night. You look across the console, rubbing Fontaine's shoulder and down his thick arm through his grey cotton hoodie, trapping it in your grasp like a blanket. His hoodie feels soft and cool on your clean face, and it smells like his signature scent, a hint of soft jasmine and mimosa mixed with smoke. "Mm," you hum in ecstasy. His eyebrows wriggle ever so quickly.

"I've been meaning to ask you--what are your plans for Halloween?"

"Hm." He takes an unhurried moment to think. "I'm not for the door to door. I figure a few of the boys will wanna go out--find a party." He smokes. "You got plans?"

You sigh. "I was actually gonna ask you if you wanted to do some white people shit with me... You know how they do, pumpkin patch and shit," you murmur, playing absently with your nails.

"You mean go apple picking and drink hot cinnamon apple cider or pumpkin spiced lattes?" He smiles briefly in a rare show of teeth. You know it sounds corny as hell, and he's laughing at it, but you really wanna do it. "I know what you mean," he allows. "They got a nice pumpkin patch at that farm outside the city."

"You wanna go with me?" You sit up, hoping. Your eyes bear into him as you hold onto his hoodie sleeve.

"Sure. Why not."

"Aight," you shift, suddenly energetic. "I'm ready now." You unlock the doors waiting on him so the two of you can stroll together. You like it when he parks a little bit further back from your building to give you more steps before you hit the door, especially when the temperature is comfortably cool like this.

One inside, you lead him on the familiar, short route to your apartment. "Mouth bout dry as Rihanna's coochie when Drake's in the room," you mutter.

"The only thing I don't when I smoke."

He tugs off his sneakers, then his hoodie, draping it over the island as you walk backward to watch the muscles revealed. He's not paying attention, but you don't wanna miss the striptease. He's a thick, muscled baddie, cut, but with a layer of healthy fat that keeps him juicy. Next is his thin white t-shirt, which leaves him shirtless in a silver rope chain. He doesn't know how fine he is, and even more, he doesn't care.

You toast his bottle with yours, taking a big sip and sitting it on the island as you ogle his chest and sleeve tats, feeling like a slut. Even his Adam's apple as he chugs.

"That's enough," you grab the bottle, replacing it with your lips in a vacuum seal. You grip his locs, drinking in the unswallowed beer spilled into your mouth from his and sucking the remnants from his tongue. The hoodie coming off your body over your head disconnects you for a moment, but you pull him in again in the same way. You feel his fingers on the back of your bra, unhooking, the freeing drop of the bra from your shoulders, and his light touch running down your spine to the top of your waistband, pushing your matching Zara sweats to a cloth puddle.

Impulse takes over.

He doesn't react, except for a low "Ok" as you sink your teeth into his smooth, thick neck trap, sealing your lips onto his skin. His attention remains on squeezing the flesh of your ass in his tight grip.

"Mm," you hum when his finger slides into your cucci purse. You bite deeper, savoring the smoothness of the blood, and the flavor of warm iron as he slips in his second finger, curving them both sweetly.

"This what you like?"

"Mmhm." You dig through locs into his scalp, your breasts flush to his chest where you can feel his strong mortal heartbeat. Lost to reason, you lock him in place while you drink him in, in sexual ecstasy, only pausing once you re-gather the discipline.

"Open."

His fingers slimy wet with your own essence find their way past your reddened lips, mixing with his blood and fondle your tongue, cleaning themselves and reaching back into your throat until you grab his wrist with both hands. His fingers slide out against your bottom lip, bringing out a cloud of bubbling thick spit that blobs down your chin.

"Since you like to suck."

"You are so perfect," you murmer, sliding your fingers through the trickle of burgundy nectar building on the side of his neck to smear red down his chestnut chest and abs into the front of his sweats. It's like fingerpainting.

With a churning motion, you add the sticky spit from your chin to the hand of blood and watch it blend into his even complexion. All his dick is an even shade of healthy brown with a slight sheen of moisture, emphasized by your mixed fluids. It's delightful in the most sinful of ways. The smell of metallic love emanating from his length draws you to your knees.

"You gone keep playing with it or put it on your mouth," Fontaine asks, calmly waiting, his hands loose at his sides. One thing about Fontaine--he's an observer. He likes to watch you, especially in your unhinged moments when you're dick drunk and churning it desperately in two hands like the essence of life lies in his cum and you'll expire if you don't get it. He's a man of little words, but he's never frazzled no matter what manner of depravity you unleash.

"Master," you keen, submissively wrapping your arms around his thighs, your cheek pressed in the space next to his elevated erection as you watch the subtle bounce, the remnants of blood and spit still present on your chin.

"You ready for me to take over?"

"Yes," you pout, your voice suddenly small.

He guides you onto his dick by your pineapple of braids with a second hand firmly but gently holding your head in one place while he uses your mouth, forcing it wide and thrusting, his cockhead pressing against your palate with the subtle taste of iron.

"Bad girl," he grunts.

You wine, holding the back of your head after Fontaine delivers it a stern bop for biting him and takes his dick back.

"I couldn't help a tiny nibble," you grin impishly, not sorry for your little transgression. What's a little pain? Especially when his swollen thick skin-wand was pulsing in your mouth, full of fragrant and vitamin rich blood in your favorite flavor--Type O. "I could even feel the under-vein on my tongue," you laugh, head back like a naughty leech. His incoming hand around your neck is welcome.

"Looks like I have to teach you what a dick is for." He tosses you over the back of your couch, keeping a hold on your throat. His warm wet tip encirles your clit, popping it to send a sensation through your body.

"Please," you gasp, feeling his lips tickling against your ear as he sinks past your labial folds into your depths, filling you to the brim with dick and letting it marinate. Every time he so much as moves, he strokes the nerves, tingling and giving chills. You feel the sensation heighten the rougher he is and the harder the collision.

"Beat it up, Fontaine." Your moans build, eyes rolling back. As a woman who cums from penetration, you live for a big broad dick digging out your lower abdomen to the degree that you can feel it with your hand on the outside. Fontaine has that kind of dick. The kind to turn you crazy. It's why you're the way that you are now.

He covers your mouth, preferring your silence so your body does the talking, squirming under the weight and intensity of his tried and true tailored to you thrusts.

It feels like a deep cucci swedish massage where the cucci getting beat down when he stuffs you, pressing on the sensitive soft tissues of your fleshy walls. Even he's entranced by the sound, wet and squishy as he stirs. It's Crack. Straight backshots until you have your strong orgasm like he needs the money and rent is due.

You watch him as he redresses, helping him adjust his clothes to look as fresh as he did when he came in. Not that he cares, it's late and he ain't doing nothing but going to see a guy about some money. You know what that means, but he's careful what he tells you and what he involves you in. You know glimpses, nothing incriminating. You both prefer it that way.

"I'll call you... I ain't forget what we talked about," he turns, taking his beer on the way out.

This is y'all relationship. Sex, smoking, freaky shit, and a friendship somewhere within. There's an unspoken friends with benefits type of understanding, but that's about to change. You wanna be official and something is telling you that this October is your season to make that happen.

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#dark romance #fontaine #they cloned tyrone #john boyega fanfiction #they cloned tyrone fanfiction #they cloned tyrone fic #original #black reader

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socialfakes · 3 months

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the devils in the details- luke hughes

chapter 2; part 4: ziggy & copacabana

nhl x platonic!fem!reader

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader

nico hischier x fem!reader

the masterlist

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yourinstagram | as promised, here is proof that i still have ziggy 😊 and to make sure he’s not lonely, we got stardust (his new brother) ❤ tagged: lhughes_06, trevorzegras

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trevorzegras i never had a doubt 😊 and did you say ‘we’ then tag luke? 🧐 | yourinstagram yeah he was with me when i bought the polar bear | trevorzegras so that would make him the father? | yourinstagram if he’s the father of stardust, does that make you the father of ziggy? 🤨 | trevorzegras you’re damn right it does!😏 | yourinstagram i have full custody ❤

nicohischier ziggy has bed privileges & it’s insane 😂 | yourinstagram someone sounds jealous 😉❤

jackhughes ziggy & stardust? really? | yourinstagram yeah. got a problem? 😂

lhughes_06 we agreed on shared custody, right? | yourinstagram luke, you live in the room across from mine. there's no point in shared custody 😂

_quinnhughes guess i'm gonna have to get you a stuffed animal so you won’t forget me 👀 | yourinstagram i could never forget you ❤

user14 are you back with luke and jack? | yourinstagram yes. got back today

user07 what’s it like living with 2 of the hottest guys ever? | yourinstagram it’s chaotic 😂 just kidding. they’re literally the best 😊

bboeser we miss you already over on the west coast 😔

user05 these are the cutest stuffed animals i have ever seen 😍

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yourinstagram | alexa, play copacabana 🎶🥥 tagged: jackhughes, _quinnhughes

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jackhughes can’t tell if you like the picture or if you’re making fun of us | yourinstagram always making fun of you specifically jack 😉

lhughes_06 where was i? | yourinstagram inside the whole time probably | lhughes_06 right 🙄

elblue6 I love that song!

bboeser a lake house memory? | yourinstagram yes sir

user03 they’re so cute omg | yourinstagram for real

user12 please post more hughes content. It seems like you have the best pics of them 😊 | yourinstagram lucky for you I have a whole folder on my phone filled with blackmail pictures of not only them, but some of our friends as well 😉

colecaufield this was my first summer at the lake house 😊

jamie.drysdale you’re lame | yourinstagram well ouch 🥺😔💔

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yourinstagram | trying to figure out how to become a palm tree 🌴🤔

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bboeser i'm sorry, WHAT?!?

_quinnhughes tf? should we be concerned?

jackhughes you know i support you in everything you do but i think i need to draw the line somewhere 😂

lhughes_06 i'll join you in this journey 🌴

nicohischier your humor is top tier, babe ❤

user12 we should be concerned, right?

tdemko30 what are you going on about now? thought you were trying to figure out how to become a leprechaun 😂

trevorzegras wow that’s wild y/n

elblue6 you okay sweetie? 😲

user08 love how luke supports her and ellen is genuinely concerned 😂

jamie.drysdale all that coconut water has gone to your head darling 🙃

taglist: @worldlxvlys

#fake social media #instagram au #hockey player social media #nhl #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jamie drysdale #jack hughes #trevor zegras #new jersey devils #hughes brothers #nj devils #friends to lovers

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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My Fangs For You

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, biting, mating bites, marking, jealousy, possessiveness, rough sex, dirty talk

Word count: 1.5k

Ao3

A/N: I'm here do deliver more smut for my favorite dragon man, and for all of you to enjoy of course.

You thought nothing of it when you offered to help Leona with his assignment. After all the two of you were good friends for a while and... lets face it he could use the help, or at the very least someone to motivate him. And all the while you were talking to him you could feel Malleus starting at you, his gaze almost burning.

On your way back to the dorms he was silent, which wouldn't be that odd but he's also been avoiding eye contact with you all day. At least he still held your hand, his touch warm and soothing on your skin.

However when you reached his room it was like a switch was flipped inside him and he pushed your back against the wall and grabbed you by the shoulders, his grip almost painful "Why were you making plans with Leona before?" His voice was calm, almost eerily so but his shining green eyes told a different story, sending shivers across your body.

"I... wanted to help him out?"

Malleus frowned, "Alone in his room?"

You rolled your eyes, "Come on, you know I don't think of him like that."

"But what about him? What about every other guy in this school? I've seen them looking at you." His eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve, making you fidget on the spot like prey before a predator.

"And? I can't exactly control that. Besides they all know I'm with you. It's no big deal." You were about to absentmindedly waive your hand when he grasped it in his own, interlocking your fingers and bringing it for a kiss.

"And what about this?" His other hand pulled at the collar of your uniform, revealing a bite mark he left at the base of your neck sometime ago, "Does my mark on you also mean nothing?" His mouth found it before you could answer, his lips and tongue hot against the marked skin "You're mine. I can't stand... them looking at you like you're still... like they can have you."

Your back arches when he nudges his thigh between your legs, his pants pressing against your underwear, putting just enough pressure on your clit to make you let out a needy whimper for him. Malleus groans appreciatively against your neck as you grind on his thigh, seeking more friction.

"I'm the only one who can do this to you." His hand leaves yours, traveling down your body and between your legs. He moves your panties to the side and slides two finger in, meting very little resistance, "Sorry about these panties love, I know you were fond of them but... they're in my way." You gasp as he pulls his fingers out for a moment, in which he tears the underwear from your body and slides his fingers back in. His pace is slow, feeling every flutter and shiver from inside your wet cunt

"That's ok. You can always... fuck Mall... buy me new ones later." Your fist your hands into his hair, bearing more of your neck for him.

"I'll buy you anything you want. I'll take care of you. I'll love you. Always. You're my mate after all." With a deep breath he sinks his sharp fangs into your neck, renewing the mark left there. The sudden rush of pain and pleasure makes your cunt spasm around his fingers, yet he's still gentle as he guides you through the aftershocks of it.

He pulls his head back but you grab his cheeks and bring him down for a searing kiss, tongues dancing in each others mouth, running it over his fangs. biting his lower lip as you pull away. His pupils are narrow, his eyes a beautiful lime green, burning deep into your eyes. And as you cast your gaze downwards you take notice of the very prominent tent at the front of his pants.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who's gonna end up with ruined underwear." With a sly smirk you cup and squeeze his bulge, watching as his eyes flutter close. He sighs in pleasure as you unzip his pants, easing some of the pressure on his dick. As you sneak your hand past the waist band and wrap your fingers around his length he can't help but buck his hips into your hand.

You're halfway on your knees for him when he stops with with a hold on your shoulders. You arch a brow at him, confused.

"As much as I love everything you ca do with your mouth, I really need to be inside you right now. I don't want to waste a single drop of cum." He grasps your chin, in a somewhat harsh grip, between his thumb and index finger and makes you meet his eyes. "Understand?"

The commanding tone sends a fresh wave of arousal between your legs. You stand up straight and kiss him, "Loud and clear Mall." You whisper against his lips but still give his cock a few teasing pumps.

"Naughty girl." He smirks into the kiss with a slight groan in his voice.

"Punish me then." He growls into your ear at the challenge, his eyes following you as you strip down, walk over to the edge of his bed and bend over, your chest lying on the soft blankets and pillows. You wink at him, spreading your legs open and running your fingers through your wetness. "I'm more than ready for you."

He almost tears his own clothes off in his haste, practically skipping over to you, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Riling me up like this. You want to punished don't you? Pounded nice and hard by my cock, your cunt filled to the brim with my cum." He positions himself behind you and nudges your opening with the tip of his dick. "You were such a good girl when I met you." Slowly he slides his entire length into you, the two of you groaning in unison as his hips meet yours, "And look at you now, dripping wet and begging for my cock."

"But you also know..." You sigh as Malleus pulls out, leaving only the broad tip in before sliding back into your warmth, "That yours is the only cock I want." You clench around him, his hands grasping your hips as he starts to piston his cock inside you, each thrust sending electric shivers up your spine and the sounds of his slick cock entering your over and over again combines with your moans.

You can hear him groaning and snarling behind you, you can only imagine the fire in his eyes as he watches his cock slip in and out. When you back up against him, meeting his next thrust you hear him chuckle. He doesn't chuckle often.

"I'm afraid I ruined you, my darling." His hand sneaks up your back and around to your breasts, pinching your left nipple. The surprising jolt of pain sends a shot of spasming pleasure straight to your clit. You reach down with your hand, rubbing the little bud in quick, tight circles, "I'm gonna ruin you again. Shoot my load into your tight cunt, leave you dripping with it. Fuck, are you ready my love? Can you take it all for me?"

"Y-You know I... can." Malleus responds by sinking his fangs into the bite mark again as he buries his cock as deep as it can go, emptying all of his cum inside you as your cunt flutters around his cock. With a few more flicks over your cunt you feel yourself coming, squeezing around him, milking him dry. "There's so much... fuck."

Malleus licks at the fang marks he's left on you before kissing his way to the back of your neck and down your back, leaving little hickies along the way.

"You did very well darling. Is it alright if I stay inside? You're so warm and snug around my cock." You laugh at his addition.

"You can after we get into a more comfortable position." You hear him curse as you pull away, his cock still half-hard as slips out and a flood of white cum staining the sheets as you move to a lie on your side on the comfy bed. You wiggle your hips at him, which only makes him horny again.

"Shit. I need to... fuck. I'll make it quick." He slides behind you on the bed and hooks his hand under your leg and lifts it up. In a flash he's back inside you again, his balls slapping against you as he hammers his cock into you, fucking his cum back where it belongs, deep into your pussy whole.

You arch into him and reach behind your to tug on his hair, turning your head to kiss him, muffling your moans. God he has so much stamina, sometimes you can barely keep up with him, even when you use magic. But its all worth it when this is your reward.

His hands find your breasts, kneading the soft flesh through another orgasm, making you impossibly full. "Sorry." He seals his apology with another kiss.

"Nothing to be sorry for." You say even as you know that you're gonna feel the consequences later. "Hold me."

Malleus gladly obliges, wrapping his arms around your stomach, pulling you close against his hotter than normal body. You're gonna ache all over later, but for now you just want to relax in bed beside your boyfriend. And who knows maybe you can do a few more rounds after you've gotten your rest.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twst x reader #twst headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst smut #twst malleus #malleus headcanons #malleus x reader #malleus hcs #malleus smut #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia smut

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jennay · 6 months

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You were Wearing Converse

Request: Hey bestie! So I have an idea for a request and you can write it however you see fit (I trust you). Maybe reader is a new assistant for Bryan to help takes photos for the shows and Noah starts getting feelings as the tour progresses and gives reader little smiles and goofy faces when she’s taking pictures of him? Maybe it can lead to him getting the guts to ask reader out and they go on a date on an off day.

An: ok first of all I'm nervous. Second of all I love this and I hope you all enjoy. I had pictures for imagination of the photoshoot but the links weren't working 😭 thanks for bearing with me. If you want to be added to the tag list let me know.

Heres the picture of the duck drawing that was mentioned ( I don’t know who originally did it but I love them for it)

Noah Master List

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"You've got to be kidding me." You sigh as you browse through the photos on your laptop.

Bryan leans over to see what you're looking at. He compares his shots with yours. He settles back on the couch and crosses his legs. "Do you think he's doing it on purpose?" He wonders, his eyes studying the image of Noah making a face at you. "He never pulls that crap in my photos."

You keep scrolling, hoping for a decent one. "Every single one." You exclaim, getting frustrated. "This guy."

Bryan chuckles and shuts his laptop. "Damn it, Noah."

You shake your head and smile despite yourself. "If he does this tonight, I'm done." You joke. "I'm just walking off stage, and that's the end for me." You stand up, setting the laptop on the table of the tour bus. "I'm gonna go talk to him about it."

Bryan's eyebrow raises as he watches you head to the door. "Please be good. I don't want to fire you. We've done so good together on this tour, and if you piss Noah off, I'm gonna end up firing you!"

You swing the door open, smirking at Brian, "I'll be me…and we'll see how that goes. It's been nice working with you, just in case." You joke, "I'll wait till the show's over tonight...maybe that's a better idea." You sigh, "I guess I can stay and check the rest of these pictures and see if there's at least something good from the other three."

That night, you felt adrenaline coursing through your veins as you followed the boys on the stage with your camera, capturing their every move as they rocked to the music.

The crowd was roaring, the lights were flashing, and the sound was deafening. You loved every second of it. You crouched low, zoomed in, and angled your shots to get the best views of them.

You moved swiftly and skillfully, dodging the wires and the fans. You made your way to Noah, standing at the edge of the stage, singing passionately. His voice was raw and powerful, sending shivers down your spine.

You snapped a picture of him, and he looked up at you with a grin. He flashed you the cheesiest smile he could manage, showing his teeth. His eyes sparkled with mischief and joy. You couldn't help but smile back at him, feeling a warm flutter in your chest.

Noah fucking Sebastian was a different person when you were behind the lens. He put on a show for Bryan's pictures, acting tough and cool. He flipped him off, smirked at him, and glared at him with dark eyes. He wanted to look badass for the photos, fans, and image. He played the role of the rebellious rock star perfectly.

But when it came to you, he let his guard down. He was more relaxed and silly. He made faces, winked at you, and stuck his tongue out. He didn't care about looking perfect for you. He just wanted to make you laugh. Half of your pictures were too goofy or blurry to be used for Bryan's Instagram posts or the Bad Omen's official account. But you didn't mind. You cherished those moments of genuine connection with him.

You shook your head, moving out of the way and to Jolly's corner. You could usually get pictures of him without any sass. He was more serious and focused than Noah, but he still had his charm. That was until tonight.

Tonight, he seemed to be in a playful mood as well. He joined Noah in making funny faces and gestures at you, trying to distract you from your work.

You looked across the stage to Bryan, who motioned for you to come closer to him. He had a smirk on his face that told you he had something planned. You wondered what he was up to.

Your eyes met Jolly's again, and you got the perfect shot of him and Noah standing beside each other. They looked like brothers in arms, ready to take on the world with their music. The only downfall? Their tongues were out of their mouth once again.

They looked like two kids having fun, not two grown men performing for thousands of people.

"Fuckers." You muttered as you jogged over to Bryan.

He pointed to Folio, and you nodded without asking questions; you knew Bryan would test your theory. He stayed closer to Noah and Jolly while you stayed near the drummer and bassist, snapping some of the best pictures you've taken the whole tour.

When you turned around, Noah was standing somewhat beside you. He winked in your direction, making your heart skip a beat. You felt entranced by him as he walked closer to you, melting with each smile he gave you. You took that as an opportunity to snap a few pictures of him up close.

For once, he cooperated and gave a fierce look that matched his voice and attitude on stage.

In the pit of your stomach, you felt a weird fear like Noah suddenly turned into a fire demon, brown eyes now black as he danced around the flames. His back faced you as he gave deathly growls into the mic, sending chills down your spine.

As the night ended, you felt better knowing you had a few shots that Bryan could use for his social media posts and promotions. You could save these for your portfolio and some personal memories of this fantastic night with Noah and the rest of the band.

You smile as you watch Noah address the crowd of people who have gathered to see the show. He thanks them for their support and tells them how much he loves them.

The house lights flip on as he and the rest of the band walk off the stage, leaving behind a trail of cheers and applause. You and Bryan are waiting for them at the back, ready to pack up and head to the next city.

Noah quickly walks over to you, his face glistening with sweat and his chest heaving with breaths. He still has that adrenaline rush in his veins, making him look more alive than ever.

"What did you think?" He asks you, smirking as if he already knows the answer.

"I think I'm happy you finally let me get some good shots and let me do my job." You say, playfully pushing his chest with your camera. "You're kind of a pain in the ass, you know that?" You tease him back.

Noah laughs, pushing his hair out of his face with his hand. His brown eyes sparkle with mischief and charm. "So I've heard." He says, leaning closer to you.

You can smell his cologne mixed with his sweat and feel a flutter in your stomach.

You want to be mad at him, but you can't. You've only known him and the band for this tour, but you feel a good connection with them. They're honest and genuine, unlike other artists you've worked with. They don't live off the drama of the industry; they just love making music and sharing it with their fans. And Noah... he's something else.

He's talented, charismatic, funny, and sweet. He always makes you laugh or blush with his jokes and compliments. He's also incredibly handsome, with messy hair, a stubbled chin, and muscular tattoed arms. You've caught yourself staring at him more than once and noticed him doing the same.

You give him one last smile before turning around to leave. You have a lot of work to do before the next show, and you don't want to keep him from his friends or fans.

"See ya later, Noah." You say over your shoulder.

As you turn around, you feel a gentle tug on your wrist, stopping you from moving forward.

"Wait," Noah calls out.

You turn around again, looking up at him with curious eyes. What could he possibly want? You wonder.

"Go out with me tomorrow." He stammers out anxiously, his eyes darting around the room. His face flushes with a deep crimson as he realizes what he just said. He looks at you with a hopeful expression, waiting for your answer.

Your eyes widen with surprise, your mouth dropping open. He was flirtatious with you, but you thought that was part of his charming personality.

You never expected him to ask you out on a date. "Me?" You gasp in disbelief, pointing at yourself. "No." You nervously laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. Your eyes widen even more when you realize what you said and quickly correct yourself. "I mean, yes. Sorry." You laugh again, feeling awkward and embarrassed. "I'm tired. I'm gonna go now. I'll see you tomorrow." You say, holding your camera close to your chest and rushing away from him.

You were getting bored waiting for Noah to return. He wasn't late, but you were growing impatient, wondering what he had planned for the night. You had been on tour with him for a while now, and you were looking forward to spending some quality time together.

You looked around the room, trying to find something to do. Your eyes landed on a little yellow duck beside a Sharpie on the coffee table. You had an idea, one that might keep you entertained till Noah got back.

You sat on the couch inside the tour bus with your legs up to your chest, drawing on what you assumed was a toy duck a fan had probably thrown to one of the guys. You wanted to make it look as much like Noah as possible. You swiped on some scribbles for hair and his tattoos. You didn't consider yourself an artist, but you felt like it would get the point across.

As you drew, you thought about all the fun times you had shared with Noah. You remembered the first time you met him and how he had made you laugh with his silly jokes. You thought about all the adventures you had been on together and how much he meant to you.

You hear the bus door open and footsteps closer to you before Noah stands before you. "Whatchya got there?" He asks while pointing to the duck.

"Oh," you laugh, "I was just drawing." You set the Sharpie down and toss the small rubber duck to Noah.

He chuckles, turning the duck around to observe all the markings. "Is this supposed to be me?" he holds the duck up to his face and smiles softly. "Pretty much twins."

You both laugh as Noah sits down beside you on the couch. "Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just got here a few minutes ago. Long enough to do my art project." you smile brightly. "So what's the plan, Romeo?"

"Well," he drapes his arm over your shoulder, "Matt's letting us use his rental for the night. I signed up for a cooking class, so there's the food part. Anything you want to do?"

You shrug. "I'm bringing my camera," you say, pointing to the table. "Maybe a little photo shoot is in order because with all the bullshit photos you've given me…. I deserve at least that." You giggle.

He nods knowingly, "OK, but I get to take some of you too. It's only fair."

You roll your eyes at him, "I don't know about that. Maybe if you're lucky, should we head out or?" You stand up, looking down at your casual clothing. "Am I dressed appropriately?"

Noah leans forward, a smile on his face. "If you aren't dressed appropriately, then I sure as fuck need to change."

You shake your head and let out a giggle. "You look good. You always do."

He stands up and follows you to the door, "Stop it." He blushes and tries to hide his face in his sweater. "Let's get out of here."

The drive to the cooking class wasn't awkward like you thought it would be. You spent a significant amount of time laughing and giggling like normal. Noah let you choose the music that surprised you, mainly because he made fun of everything you listened to. He listened with a smile, promising he wouldn't criticize your singing voice. He encouraged you to dance with him and act like an idiot.

As you both arrived at the cooking class, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. You were both eager to learn something new and have fun together. Noah was the perfect partner for this adventure.

He was charming, witty, and always knew how to make you laugh.

Throughout the class, you worked together, chopping vegetables, stirring sauces, and tasting each other's creations.

Debating which was better, you swore it was his, but he denied it, claiming yours was better. You were the more experienced one, after all.

You were thrilled to get your chance to shine finally. You had been waiting for this moment for so long. Photos. Photos that he promised you as compensation for all the crappy shots he forced you to take on stage.

"Oh, I see. You just want to keep a collection of my photos to stare at when I'm not around." He jokes as he follows you down the street.

"I want photos to show that I'm a damn good photographer and I didn't waste a year taking lousy photos of the lead singer," you retort, chuckling. "Come on." You gesture to the dim alleyway.

Noah stays close behind you and rests against the brick wall. His eyes drift to your side, and his jaw drops slightly. "A cat." He points under the fire escape, and instantly, you lose his focus.

You observe as he approaches the cat, making some sounds to attract its attention, and the cat seems fearless, allowing Noah to lift it without any mistrust of humans.

You grin as you witness the two, who have hit it off right away. "How did you-" You hoist the camera and capture a quick shot of Noah and the cat he names Layla. "I can't believe it just let you snuggle up. Noah, you're like a fairy tale hero." You tease, clicking another photo, this time nearer to the two.

Noah smiles from ear to ear, petting the cat. He inches closer to you, leaning in; he lets you pet his new pal. "She's adorable."

You reach out gingerly, "How do you know it's a she, could be a he, maybe it's Leo, not Layla…" You joke while peeking at him, smiling and concealing the grin that wants to show.

"He or she…is very adorable." He corrects himself, making the adorable part sound ironic. "OK, Snow White. It's getting dark can we get a few more shots?"

He looks at you with sandness, letting the cat down. He walks to the brick wall next to you and gazes at you with curious eyes, "Here?" He says, halting in front of the area of the building that has red and green vines crawling across the walls.

You nod, looking while raising your camera. "Take your sweater off." You say, squatting down.

"Trying to undress me now?" He chuckles but follows your request and flings his sweater at you.

"Noah!" You gasp as the sweater softly lands on your face. "You almost made me drop my camera." You fling the sweater over your shoulder, catching a whiff of his cologne. You back away a little, pressing the button to take the photos. "You're really loyal to the band, huh?" You point to his shirt that displays his band logo.

"Always loyal." He mockingly rolls his eyes, "It's not like I have a lot of options, y/n." He turns his head as if to spot something on the far horizon, and you seize this chance to snap a few more photos. He looks intense, and this man claims he doesn't have good angles; what a joke that was.

Suddenly, you hear a loud siren and see flashing lights bouncing off the walls.

A police car pulls up next to the alleyway, and a cop steps out. "Hey! What’re you doing here?" He shouts, walking towards you.

You freeze in panic, clutching your camera. Maybe the alleyway was a little suspicious at this time of night.

"We're just taking some photos, officer. Nothing illegal." He says, trying to sound calm.

The cop looks at you suspiciously, then at the cat under the fire escape. "Is that your cat?" He asks, pointing at it.

You and Noah exchange a glance, then shake your heads. "No, sir. We just found it here. It's very friendly." You say, hoping he won't ask any more questions.

The cop nods, then looks at your camera. “What do you got there?”

Noah steps in front of you as if he knows what will happen next and feels the desire to protect you from something happening to you. "We're not doing anything wrong here, right?" He questions.

The cop frowns, then looks at Noah's shirt. "Are you in a band?" He asks curiously.

Noah nods, smiling slightly. "Yes, sir. I'm the lead singer of Bad Omens."

The cop's eyes widen in recognition. "Bad Omens? My daughter is a huge fan of yours. She has posters of you guys all over her room." He says enthusiastically.

Noah laughs nervously, then looks at you. You smile back at him, feeling relieved.

The cop seems to have forgotten about the photos and the cat. He pulls out his phone and shows you a picture of his daughter holding an album of Bad Omen's from 2016. "Can I get an autograph for her? She would be so happy." He asks eagerly.

Noah agrees and signs his name on a piece of paper, writing a nice message, "Thanks for being a fan otherwise your dad might have arrested me."

The cop laughs at what he's written and thanks him profusely. "You two have a good night. And be careful around here." He says kindly, then gets back in his car and drives away.

You and Noah let out a sigh of relief, then burst into laughter. You can't believe what just happened.

You look at him with a mix of admiration and disbelief. "What the hell just happened?" You whisper, your voice is still shaky from the adrenaline rush. "That was…I don't even know what to say. That was insane."

Noah's eyes are wide with shock. He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the dark alley, away from the scene of your mischief. "Let's get out of here." He says, his voice urgent.

You nod wordlessly, following his lead as he walks quickly to the car. You feel his hand warm and firm in yours, and you squeeze it for comfort. "Noah?" You murmur, looking up at him.

He turns his head to you with a gentle smile, his eyes softening. "What's up?"

"You're holding my hand…" You point out, lifting your linked fingers. You feel a flutter in your stomach as you see him blush.

He clears his throat, "Oh, right, sorry. Do you mind?" He asks, looking nervous.

You shake your head, "No, it's sweet…" You say, smiling back at him. You spot a bench near the lake and point to it. "But I think we need to talk about this and what it means." You say, feeling serious.

He nods and follows you to the bench, sitting close to you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. "OK," He says, crossing his legs casually. "Let's talk." He says, grinning at you.

You take a deep breath, "Well, what happens after the tour ends? We live in different states and I travel for work just like you do for different musicians. I'm never in one place." You say, feeling worried.

He sighs heavily, "I've been thinking about this before I asked you out… How about you become a full-time member of the crew? You and Bryan are amazing and you don't disrupt our show. You do your work and you don't cause any trouble." He says, sounding hopeful.

He tilts his head to gaze into your eyes, anxiety flashing in his. He waits anxiously as you press your lips together and nod. "OK, well, I love that idea but, I have anxiety and I need to know this is realistic with us living in different states." You say, feeling uncertain.

He shrugs, "I think we can make it work if we really care. We can communicate and see each other. It's not hopeless." He says, sounding confident. "I've thought about this since the first time I met you." He admits.

"You don't remember the first time you met me! Lies." You giggle.

He smirks as he stares you in the eyes. "You were wearing converse and that cute ass summer dress. You came in to the studio and I almost had a heart attack."

You look at him with a shy smile, feeling your cheeks heat up. He leans in slowly, his eyes locked on yours. He brushes his lips against yours softly and gently. You close your eyes and kiss him back, feeling a spark in your heart. He wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss, making you melt in his embrace. You run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours.

"I really like you, Noah." You say, feeling happy. "But I'm terrified."

He smiles and kisses your nose. "I really like you too." He says, "I'm terrified, but at least we can feel like this together." He teases. "We'll make it work. I have a good feeling about it."

You snuggle with him on the bench allowing his arms to wrap around you and watch the stars twinkle on the lake. You decide to follow your heart and see what happens. In the long run, you knew this would be worth it. Noah was worth it.

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Pairing- Jongho x Named Reader

Word count- 5.5k

Includes- Voyeurism, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deep throating, face fucking, cum eating, cock riding, missionary, sex from behind, choking, dirty talk, noona kink, Jongho and reader are switches (kinda), squirting, so many orgasms, fluff

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2 weeks later

J POV

"You want soda? Water?", Jongho asks, standing in front of the fridge

We're going to watch a movie with the guys and they made me and Jongho in charge of drinks duty

Seonghwa and Hongjoong just brought the snacks in so it's our turn now

He looks so good in his sweatpants, t-shirt, his hair falling in his face

I want him so badly

"I want you", I tell him

He looks back at me, his cheeks blushing

It's so easy to get him flustered

I've been doing it our entire relationship

It started when I asked him out

Yeosang is my best friend and I met them all before their debut

I was immediately intrigued by Jongho

A shy huge muscular teddy bear, who called me noona as I'm a year older than him

The noona thing was hot and as I got to know him, I liked him more and more

I finally took a chance, asked him out and here we are seven months later, in love and happy together

And honestly always horny for each other

It's great

"I want you too jagi but the guys are here"

"So?"

"They....may...you know... Make fun of us again"

Right

When they caught us fucking before the performance

He got so mad and embarrassed, going off on them again at the dorm when I wasn't there

Yeosang told me

Move to him, I hug him, his arms immediately going around me too

"I know it pissed you off last time baby but it really doesn't matter. And we shouldn't stop being together because they act like children"

He bites his lip, hesitating

"It's ok Jonghie. We don't have to, I just don't want you to feel bad about getting caught. You know how they're like a bunch of toddlers, especially when it comes to sex. They're like horny giggling teenagers"

He nods, "I know. I just don't want them to make you feel bad"

I really don't care, it doesn't bother me and I told him that but I know he still worries

And also I'm not the one who's gonna have to hear their shit all the time

He is

"I don't care baby. I'm not going to feel bad for being with you", I assure him, "But I know you'll have to deal with their dumbassery, not me"

Even after he told them off they still tease him as he tells me all the time

He's silent and I'm just gonna drop it

I don't want to add to the stress he has over them

"To answer you baby", I say, "A soda"

He still doesn't say anything, just holding me against him

"Jonghie?"

His hand drops to mine, taking it and pulling me behind him

As we pass the living room, San calls out, "Where are you going?"

"We have to talk", Jongho answers

"Whoa, is everything ok?", Wooyoung asks

"Yeah, we just need to talk", he repeats

With that, he leads me down the hallway, into his room, pushing me against the closest wall

He looms over me, his hulking body making me feel so small and so safe

He runs his fingers in my hair, leaning down, his lips ghosting against mine

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I crash my lips to his, not dealing with his teasing

I want him now

He kisses me hungrily, his tongue already down my throat, hands undoing my sweater and shoving it off me, leaving me my bralette

I pull his shirt up, his lips separating from mine for the second it takes to take his shirt off

Then his lips are back on mine, his tongue playing with mine

His pulls me against him, his arms around me, kissing me deeply

His hands run down my body, his fingers trailing down my skin, leaving fire in their wake

God this man's touch is something I fucking crave everyday, it feels that good

Having his hands on me completely melts me every time

His fingers pull my sweatpants down, them dropping to my ankles and I step out of them

His lips move from my mouth to my neck, licking my skin before he kisses

I moan when I feel him sucking, getting turned on that he's going to leave his marks on me

I love when he does that and I absolutely love oogling them in the mirror the next day

He always leaves them so dark and they look so good on my pale skin

His mouth sucks hard along my neck, collarbone and chest, licking and kissing the skin as he trails down, leaving clusters of hickies on me

I moan softly as he leaves more on the top of my breasts, his hands squeezing them at the same time

He continues down, leaving more all over my body, my stomach as he gets to his knees

His big hands push my legs open, his mouth kissing my pussy through my panties, making me so wet

Hooking his fingers in the strings of my panties, he pulls down, his mouth latching on to my clit as soon as he exposes it

"Jonghie", I moan softly, pleasure filling my body

He moans against me, the tearing sound of my panties ripping and when I look down, he throws the shreds of it behind it

His strength is so hot and honestly turns me on so much

"Open your pretty legs noona", he murmurs

I widen my stance and he lets go of my clit, kissing between my legs instead, making me whimper

"My noona has such a pretty pussy"

"Fuck Jonghie"

"So wet for me already noona. You want my tongue that badly?"

"Yes Jonghie, give me. Please baby"

"Ok noona. I'm gonna be your good boy ok?"

God he turns me on so easily

And he knows it

"Yeah baby"

His tongue goes on me, licking up my pussy slowly

"Fuck Jonghie, yes"

"So fucking good", he moans, moving his tongue faster, licking along my slit then flicking my clit with his tongue

"Jongho", I whimper, my hand snaking in his hair, holding on

He's so fucking good with his tongue, it's mind-blowing

From the first time we were together, he really didn't need any practice there

It's like he knew how to eat pussy already

"Need you to cum", he murmurs, his tongue moving even faster, his hands moving to my ass, squeezing with every lick he gives me

I'm so close already but fuck, Jongho is like a oral god

The next swipe of his tongue has me coming, his tongue licking my hole furiously, moaning into me

"Jongho, baby", I moan, letting the pleasure wash over me

So good

"Again", he says, moving one of my legs over his shoulder

His tongue laps at my clit while he pushes two fingers inside me, my pussy clenching down on them hard

"Mmm noona, can wait to feel this cunt around my cock", he murmurs, pulling his fingers out and shoving them back inside

"Oh my fucking god", I cry, the bliss intense

His tongue lavishes more licks, going faster as his fingers fuck into me at a steady rate, his fingers pressing against my spot

We fuck so much that he can find that spot with his fingers and cock immediately

I feel my cunt drenching his hand, another finger sliding inside, the tip of his tongue pressing against my clit, massaging it quickly

I'm in so much bliss, it never failing to awe me at how amazing my boyfriend can make me feel

My pussy tightens around his fingers over and over, his moans so fucking hot

"Mmm baby, clenching so hard", he groans between licks, "Promise you'll do this on my cock"

"I will", I moan, so fucking turned on

"Good girl, noona", he says as he flicks my clit again

I fucking lose it, coming around his fingers, moaning his name as his tongue flies along my clit, his fingers fucking me though my orgasm

The pleasure is out of this world and it takes everything in me to keep myself standing

Jongho's mouth immediately wraps around my clit, sucking like he can't get enough, keeping me in intense pleasure

I haven't even gotten over the pleasure from my orgasm and he's already throwing me into more

I fucking love it and if nothing else, Jongho has the stamina of a fucking bull

The amount of sex we have is ridiculous and we're both used to multiple orgasms in one round, overstimulation ceasing to be a problem for both of us

This leads to amazing hours long sex that I've never had with another man before in my life

And I'm so glad it's with Jongho

I'm so lost in Jongho, in the bliss his mouth is giving me that I don't hear his door open

"Jongho where the fuck-"

The voice cuts off

I open my eyes, looking to the doorway

San, Seonghwa and Wooyoung are staring at us in varying looks of shock

"Holy shit", San whispers

"He's...she....damn", Wooyoung adds, his eyes on us

And Jongho doesn't even look up, continuing to pleasure me with his tongue

"Ttttt...they're watching", I moan

"I don't care", he murmurs, the sound of his slurping on my clit so loud and pornographic

God, this is so hot

"Is he not going to stop?", Seonghwa asks

"No", Jongho answers, his voice sending chills up my body

His mouth continues sucking hard and fast, his moans so loud and erotic, like he's the one getting oral

"Fuck!", I yell, pleasure all over me

"Jesus Christ, look at him go at it", San awes

"This is really hot to watch? Why is this hot to watch?", Seonghwa asks nobody

"I didn't know I like tattoos on a girl so much", San mutters

Jongho's sucking brings me closer and closer, making me yell and pull his hair then closer I get

"Is she gonna-", Wooyoung asks

"Yeah", San answers

He's right

I am

Right now

"Fuck Jongho, fuck!", I cry, coming on his face

He sucks me through it, his tongue dropping and licking my slit furiously, lapping up all my cum

"Fuck noona, tastes so good. Want more"

"Mother of god", Seonghwa gasps

When I finish, he pushes my leg open more, his fingers spreading my pussy lips wide, his tongue slipping inside my hole

"Fff..fuck", I choke out, glad I have the wall to lean on or I'd be in the floor already

Jongho doesn't stop, fucking his tongue in and out of my pussy

"Oh my god Jonghie", I whine

"Again?", San asks

"Fourth time", Jongho answers before going back to my soaked cunt

"Four? You gave her three orgasms already?", Wooyoung shouted, "But you've only been gone for fifteen minutes!"

"Shut the fuck up!", I moan, moving my hips and grinding into Jongho's mouth, my fingers pulling his hair

"Yes fuck, good noona", he groans

"What are you guys watching?", Hongjoong asks

Seriously?

They need to shut up

"Oh fuck seriously?", Hongjoong yelps

"What? What is it?"

That's Yunho

"Oh damn", Mingi mutters

"Lemme see", Yeosang says

I look to see the four of them with their mouths dropped open

"Why are you watching them?", Yeosang shrieks

"Because it's hot? They didn't kick us out"

I'm about to if they don't shut up

"Cum for me noona. I wanna taste you again"

"What?", Hongjoong yelps again

Jongho's tongue slips back in and I'm done

"Jongho", I cry, coming on his tongue, still fucking his face, my legs shaking hard

"Jesus that was a huge orgasm", Yunho comments

When I finish, Jongho moves back, "My favorite"

"His what? What did he say?", Yeosang gapes

Jongho looks up at me, "Was I your good boy?"

"This is insane", Yeosang gulps

I run my fingers in his hair, "Yeah Jonghie, my good boy"

"I can have your mouth?"

"Her what? What?", Yunho blabs

I nod

Jongho stands up, his mouth on mine in a sloppy kiss

I kiss him back, falling into him

God, I love him so much

"On your knees noona", he whispers in my ear and I nod, looking in his eyes as I kneel

"She's going to blow him?", Hongjoong gasps

Duh

We're being together

It's not our fault they're such horndogs and want to watch

I'm actually surprised that Jongho doesn't care

I know he was getting tired of them saying shit to him and I guess he's really not giving a fuck right now

I pull his sweatpants and boxers down, his huge cock so hard

"Damn Jongho's packing that thing?", San says impressed

Yup, my baby has an amazing cock

Massive, long, thick and always so hard, ready to cum for me and give me my favorite taste in the world

Ignoring them, I lick up Jongho's cock, listening to his soft moans

I get his head in my mouth and lick while I suck softly

"Fuck noona"

"Fuck is right", Seonghwa agrees

"More noona"

I know what my baby boy likes

Moving half way down his big length, I suck harder, running my tongue on the underside of his shaft

"Oh fuck yes"

His hand goes in my hair and he pulls

The pain feels good

"All the way noona"

"All the way? What's all the way?", Wooyoung asks

"I don't know. Just watch", San shushes him

I push down his shaft, taking more and more of him in

His head brushes against the back of my throat but I keep going until I'm against his pelvis, all his cock in

"Fuck me, she's deepthroating him"

"How did she get that all in her mouth?"

"How is she not choking?"

Because I do it all the time

Duh

I move halfway back then move forward, pushing him back in my throat

"Good girl noona"

"Good girl?", one of them gasps

I swallow on his cock, making him shiver then I move faster, up and down his cock, bottoming him out every time

"Yes noona, more"

I give him what he wants, watching the pleasure on his beautiful face

"Fuck", he shivers when I suck on him while I bob my head

"Nnnn...noona. Www..wanna fuck your mouth"

"Mother of fuck", Yunho whispers

Jongho looks down at me, his eyes wide and innocent

Which doesn't fool me in the slightest

He's a fucking animal

I nod, his hand fisting my hair automatically

He snaps his hips burying his cock down my throat

Over and over

I take it, loving how his cock feels and I suck on him as much as I can while he moves

I hold on to his hips while he fucks away, using me to cum

"Noona feels so good. Swallow. Please"

I oblige and swallow on his cock

"Yes!", he yells, lost in pleasure

I love seeing him like this

I love that I'm the reason why he's losing it

"This is...", Wooyoung trails off

"Fucking insane", Hongjoong finishes

"I..I'm gonna cum noona"

I nod and he lets go, shoving his cock all in, yelling my name and coming

"Joanne, noona fuck", he cries

His thick, warm cum shoots down my throat and I swallow all of it

He's tastes so fucking good and I always want his cum

"Noona fuck, swallow again"

I swallow again because he asked but also because he's coming so much that I have to

He lets me suck on his cock when he's done, feeling him get harder in my mouth the more I suck

Fuck I'm such a slut for his cock and I absolutely love giving him blowjobs

Just the feel of his cock in my throat, god there's nothing like it

When he's hard enough, he tugs softly on my hair, pulling me off him

"How is he still hard?", Seonghwa gapes

Because I know how to suck on him, how to make him hard right away

Plus like I said, he's an animal, ready to fuck for hours

Every time

I have no problem with that, getting to fuck him right away instead of having to wait until he can get hard again

Leaning him to his bed, I push him down as I climb on top of him

"Gonna be a good boy and let me ride you?"

"Jesus", one of them moans

He nods, "Yes noona. Wanna make you cum over and over"

"Good boy"

"This is so much better than porn"

"If you're going to stay then shut the fuck up or get out", I snap, looking at them

God, their constant talking is fucking annoying

"Sss..sorry"

"I'll be quiet"

"We won't talk"

"You don't care if they're here Jonghie?", I ask

He shakes his head, pure lust in his eyes, "I just care about you"

I smile at him, "Me too baby. Just you"

"I love you", he says

I smile down at him, running my hand in his hair softly, pressing a quick kiss to his soft lips, "I love you"

"I love you", he answers, grabbing my hips, moving his shaft under me, "Please noona. Sit on me"

"Goddamn", Yeosang breathes

Getting his head in, he puts his other hand on my hips and pulls me down his length until I'm sitting right against him, all of him buried inside

"Fuck Jonghie", I shiver, his cock splitting me open so pleasurably, "Feels so good baby"

I've never had this much pleasure getting a cock inside me

He's just so thick, so massive, forcing me open around him, my pussy latching on to him, pulsing quickly

He pants and nods, "So fucking tight noona. So wet. So good"

I love when he can't speak in sentences

It so hot

"Ride me noona. Please, I need it", he whines

"Jesus, he's so fucked out", San comments

"Wouldn't you be?", Seonghwa replies

Moving up his cock, I shove back down, moaning and listening to him yell

"Oh fuck noona, again. Please again. Fuck me. Please fuck me hard", he begs

"God", one of them whimpers

Bouncing on him, I close my eyes feeling his huge cock opening me up over and over

Making me stretch around his thickness

I can't help but soak his cock, fucking him hard

His hands have an iron grip on my hips, his eyes watching me

His hands slide up my body, tugging on the bralette

"Off noona"

I nod, peeling it off my body and throwing it behind me

"Her tits are huge!", Seonghwa gasps

"And pierced holy fuck", Hongjoong whimpers

"She's fucking hot. Those tattoos and piercings are so...fuck", Yunho says softly

"Look at all the fucking hickies he left on her", Wooyoung murmurs, "So pretty on her skin"

Jongho ignores them, cupping and squeezing my boobs, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples, my cunt drenching his cock more and more

"Harder noona"

I know he likes it rough and hard and it's good because I like it that way too

I move faster, slamming onto his huge cock over and over, feeling him hitting my spot with every move, the pleasure out of this world good

"Fuck Jonghie, you're cock is the best I ever fucked", I moan, getting lost in him

"Oh my fucking God!", San exclaims

"Yeah noona?"

I nod, "Yes baby. You feel so fucking good"

"Good noona. Wanna be good for you"

"You are baby boy. My good boy"

I keep bouncing on him, his moaning so fucking hot

"Fuck noona, you're creaming my cock so much. Please cum on me noona", Jongho begs, "I need it"

"He needs it?", Hongjoong asks, "It's that good?"

"Yes fuck it's that good", Jongho roars, "Shut up!"

"It's ok baby", I say softly, caressing his face as he looks at me, "Ignore them ok? Look at me baby"

He nods, his eyes on me

I smile at him, running my fingers in his sweaty black hair

He's so fucking beautiful

I can't stop myself, I lean down, kissing him passionately

His arms wrap around my body, kissing me hard, his tongue pressed against mine

As I kiss him, his hands grip my ass, thrusting up into me, going in so deep

Breaking the kiss, I moan loudly, taking his cock again and again, burying my face in his neck

He's so sweaty, his mixing with mine and I love the way it feels

He jack hammers his cock into me more and more, his moans so fucking pretty

The next time he buries in my cunt, I press my hips down, rocking on him, his breath catching, his movements stopping, just feeling each other

I slowly sit up, leaning on his abs, resuming my bouncing on his length, his cock bringing me so close

"Baby fuck", he moans, his eyes move down to us then quickly shifting back up

"It's ok baby. You can look at me fucking you. I know you like watching"

"Fuck", one of the guys gasps

Jongho's eyes snap down, watching my pussy swallow his cock over and over

"Please noona. I wanna see your pussy cum", he moans, "Wanna see your cream on my cock"

"Jesus", San mutters

Fuck, his begging is so fucking hot

I slam down, his head smashing my spot and I yell loudly

"Yes noona"

Grinding on his hard cock, his head rubs against my spot, giving me continuous pleasure

"Jonghie....fuck..."

"Yes baby, do it"

The next rock has me snapping, coming on him, clenching his length impossibly tight, ecstasy exploding in my body

God it feels so incredible

His cock is so good

"Yes Jongho, oh my god", I moan, releasing all over him, pleasure all over my body

"Yes noona, fuck yes. So fucking good", he moans, "So tight baby"

His hands grip my hips, rocking me on his cock, keeping me in pleasure

When it's over, the next thing I know, I'm on my back, Jongho on top of me, his eyes so intense and full of lust and I know, we're nowhere close to done

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Jongho POV

Staring down at my girlfriend, I'm so fucking horny for her

I know I made her cum so much already but I'm not done with her

I know she can cum so much more and fuck I want to feel it

Moving her legs around me, I wrap my arm around her waist, lifting her slightly off the bed, pushing my cock inside her

"Jongho", she moans, shaking under me as I fill her tiny pussy right up

Fuck, I love hearing her moan for me, hearing her call my name

It's something I know I will never get tired of

Moving my hips, I slam into her cunt over and over

I don't give a fuck who's watching

All I can think of is her

Pleasing her, touching her, kissing her

Lifting one of her legs, I push it up to her chest, leaning over her and pounding my cock into her

I smash my lips to hers, kissing her hard, our tongues in each other's mouth

I desperately need her

She's my everything

I love her so fucking much

She's everything

Her hands run up and down my back, just how I love it, clinging onto me hard

"More Jonghie. Fuck me baby"

"Anything for my noona", I whisper

Getting on my knees and holding her legs open wide, I bury myself into her tight hole, right into her spot

Each slam has her shouting in pleasure, a gorgeous moaning mess under me

I watch her, her body and hair covered in sweat, biting her pretty bottom lip, pleasure that I'm giving her all over her face

Fucking stunning

My baby is perfect

"Jongho, I'm...I'm..", she gasps, breathing hard

I know she's close, I feel her throbbing so hard around me

I know her body like the back of my hand

"Yes noona. Cum on me"

God I want it so bad

I can never get enough of her coming on me

It's the most pleasurable thing I ever felt

"Jongho fuck!", she cries, her body arching up, her hands gripping my sheets hard as she explodes

My eyes go immediately down to my cock inside her, watching her creamy cum completely cover me

Fuck

I love seeing that

It turns me on so much more

Pulling out, she whines loudly

"No! Want your cock!"

"Damn", Yunho whispers

"You'll get it noona. Always"

I turn her over on her hand and knees

"Open", I demand

She automatically opens her legs, her pussy so wet and dripping everywhere

Burying my cock in her, she screams loudly, making me smirk

"Good girl noona. Gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow. Split this tiny cunt on my cock. Make you beg to cum"

"Mother of god where did he learn to talk like that?", Hongjoong asks as I move hard inside her

Please

If only he knows the things we say to each other during sex, he'd blush

"Yes Jonghie, I want it"

"Good noona. My cock is yours, baby girl. You can have it whenever you want", I promise, fucking into her hole, feeling her suck me back with with every thrust, pleasure all over every cell in my body

"Shit", Yeosang breathes

"Jesus, they're switches", San says

"Give me more baby. More", she yells

Opening her legs more, I mercilessly slam into her hole over and over, making her body shake with every hit to her spot

"Fuck, this pussy is so good. Throbbing so hard around me. Your pussy wants to cum for my cock. You're so close baby"

"Definitely switches", San confirms

Yeah we are

We can both go from being dominant to submissive to making love in a second

It makes sex exciting, never boring

Although I know sex with her could never be boring

"They're what?", Mingi asks

"They switch between being dominant and submissive", Seonghwa tells him

They need to shut the fuck up

I'd scream at them if I wasn't in immense pleasure

Leaning over her, I wrap my hand around her neck, squeezing softly, her cunt getting so tight around me

"Mmm noona likes to be choked huh?", I smirk, sweat dripping from my hair onto her body

"Yes!", she cries, when I let go of her throat

"Wanna cum like that?", I ask

"Yea, make her cum like that!", Wooyoung yells excitedly

Ignoring him, I wait for her answer

"Yes baby", she whimpers

Pounding into her cunt, I choke her, feeling her grip my cock in a vice grip, making it so pleasurable to fuck into her tightness

"Fuck, pussy so tight", I pant, my length opening her up again and again, "Strangling my cock"

"Seriously, where did he learn to talk like that?", Seonghwa asks no one

Letting her breathe, I close my hand around her throat again

She throbs so hard on me, so close

Just a few more hits to her spot and she's done

"Cum noona. Now!", I order, slapping her ass, thrusting in deeper

It's like that's what she needed because she cums, her entire body shuddering

Letting go of her neck, her screams shatter the silence, "Yes Jongho fuck yes! Baby!"

She cums so hard and so much, it's leaking around my cock onto my bed

"Again", I demand, fucking her harder through her orgasm, my bed smashing into the wall again and again

Reaching around her, I play with her clit, rubbing harshly

She can definitely cum again right away

I know how to make her

As soon as she finishes, she orgasms again, screaming incoherently, bliss washing over me as she chokes my cock

Yes, fuck, I love giving her multiple orgasms

Constant pleasure for the both of us

Fuck, I need it again

I'm addicted to her orgasms, addicted to the ecstasy she gives me, addicted to making her feel good

"More noona, don't stop"

Pounding her spot again, she releases on me again

"Yes noona. You feel so fucking good. Such a good noona for me, coming over and over, getting your hole ruined on my cock. God, so much cream, leaking all over me"

"Jesus Christ, he has a filthy mouth", Mingi gasps

"You taught him to talk like this, San", Hongjoong accuses

"It wasn't me!"

I hear one of the guys say something else but I'm not listening

She begins to fall forward and I catch her, putting her back on her hands and knees

"Not yet noona. I'm not done with your hole yet"

Snapping my hips, I thrust my cock into her over and over, wanting her to climax again

"Please noona" I beg

"How has he not come yet?", Wooyoung asks surprised

"I don't know but he's going to put a hole in the wall", Yunho comments

Grabbing her arms, I pull her up, her back hitting my chest

Moving her head on my shoulder, I kiss her pretty neck, holding her against me, fucking up into her

"Jesus Christ, do you see that cream?", Seonghwa exclaims, "It's fucking dripping off his balls, on to the bed"

"That has to be the creamiest pussy I've ever seen", Hongjoong admits

I smirk at them, knowing that she's mine, I get all her cream, I get her pussy wrapped around me

They can watch all they want

They'll never have my baby

"One more for me noona", I ask, nuzzling into her neck

"Mmm baby", she whispers

She turns her head to me, kissing me hard, her arm reaching around my neck

Shivers run down my spine from her kiss

God her kisses are everything

Her tongue moves in my mouth and touches mine

I kiss her back, moving my hand down her body, my fingers moving on her clit

Her arm tightens around my neck, moaning in my mouth, her other hand squeezing my thigh hard

She breathes harder and I feel her soak my cock, my body, so much as she screams my name, massive pleasure taking over

I know what she's doing

"Good girl noona", I praise her

"Oh fuck, she's squirting!", Seonghwa yells

"Fuck all around his cock too", San, gasps

"It's so pretty", Yeosang adds

"It's fucking hot. Look how much is coming out of her", Yunho moans

Yeah my baby squirts a lot

I love it

Love feeling it, love getting it all over me, love swallowing it

I keep fucking into her, pressing my fingers into her clit, wanting all that messy cream on me before I blow my load

"Please pretty baby", I whisper in her ear

"Jonghie", she whimpers, her body shaking against me as she climaxes, throwing me into complete ecstasy

It's too much, I can't hold it anymore

"Gonna cum noona", I moan in her neck

Thrusting hard inside, pure pleasure takes over as I release deep inside her

"Fuck Joanne! Baby! Fuck", I yell, my body shaking against hers

"Jongho, feels so good baby", she moans

She loves when I cum inside her and I love that she loves it

She takes all my cum inside her, her cunt milking me for everything

When I finish, I pull out and we both collapse on the bed

I immediately pull her to me, wrapping her in my arms, getting the blanket over us and the pillows under our heads

Her arms move around me, her body cuddling against me

She looks in my eyes, smiling and pressing a soft kiss to my lips

"I love you", she says softly

"I love you Jo", I tell her, "So much jagi"

"Are you guys going to sleep?" Wooyoung calls

I roll my eyes as she giggles, "Yes. Get out"

"I need to jerk off", Wooyoung states as I hear footsteps leave the room

"I'm never making fun of him again. That was fucking intense", San adds

"So much better than porn", Seonghwa says, the door closing

Rolling my eyes again, I say, "Idiots"

Her hands softly run along the side of my face, smiling softly, "Well they'll never make fun of you again. And if they do, you can make fun of them for being pervs and watching us"

Huh, I didn't think of that

"Yeah", I laugh, moving my arm around her, sliding my fingers in her hair, playing with the sweaty strands

I gaze at her lovingly, not wanting to take my eyes off her face and overjoyed that she's looking at me the same way

"I love you so much Jongho", she says softly

"I love you so much Joanne", I tell her, "You're the best thing that's happened to me"

I mean that

Aside from being an idol, she's is the best thing that's happened to me

Hands down

"I know how you feel Jonghie. You're the best thing that's happened to me", she says, "I've had boyfriends before but fuck, I've never loved any the way I love you. You're my whole world baby. I never want to be without you"

I shake my head, "You don't have to baby. I'm never going to be without you. I promise. You're mine. Always"

She nods, a soft smile on her face, "You're mine. Always"

Leaning to her, we kiss softly, in a kiss full of love

#jongho fanfic #jongho smut #choi jongho smut #choi jongho fanfic #ateez jongho smut #ateez fanfic #ateez smut

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POST THE DOUBKE PARALLELS PLSPLSPLS

HNGH OKAY SO,

First of all just some General Visual Parallels (ones that while I don't have any particular Thoughts or Deep Analysis on they're Neat :) (also they fit more into the overarching smoking trio parallels since Kazui has a matching one too) I'm sorry Kazui my blog is so biased orz)

Mfs when they hold the left side of their face while forcing out a pained smile (Although with Mikoto it's just his general lying/trying to brush off his own suffering while with Shidou we're looking at him at his most painfully honest) ((Also they both have phone calls in their songs which I think is Great))

Cool eye shots :) (Am I the only one who thinks Mikoto's eyes are very pretty :sob: ((Also now the entire smoking trio has one of these close up eye shots, I also love that Mikoto and Orekoto both get individual shots nobody gets left out (Ignoring the fact that they Disbanded)))

Okay but time for. My Actual Shitty Parallels Analysis bear with me guys here this is gonna get Messy,

Idk if I talked about this Before but Shidou and John (I'm sorry guys I Need to adjust to it I'm gonna call him John here) are both obviously extremely tied to their "purpose" of protecting people, specifically their loved ones (Shidou's Family/Mikoto). However they obviously go at it very Differently, John's method Is harmful (violence/killing) while Shidou's is supposed to be the complete Opposite (treating/healing).

There's also something interesting about their victims. I can't say for sure from Double if Multiple people were Actually murdered, but it seems to be portrayed that way by John at least; he and Shidou both portray themselves as having multiple victims, and they're also portrayed completely differently than their loved ones (Flowers/Tags, Mannequins, they're not entirely portrayed as people and have little to no identity, their lives were set aside to protect/save the ones they cared about)

(The environment in Shidou's MV is also very sterile and clean looking while John's is covered in blood. They're both surrounded by their representations of the lives they took)

From what we've seen this purpose is currently what basically makes or breaks their will/reason to live, these people are their entire worlds, if they can't even save the ones they care about they may as well have nothing, and what happened with that purpose of protecting?

Well. They failed.

Shidou's fails to protect/save his family and John fails to protect/save Mikoto, and their arcs with how they go Forward with this failure completely Kills Me

I fucking. Hrmghsdflbds these shots at the ends of their respective mvs are the shots that pretty much prompted this post. Shidou reaches out and, despite his failures, tries to push past his self-hatred and resolves to continue living and protecting others. Meanwhile, John closes in on himself with renewed self-hatred, and decides that it would be better off if he disappeared/went dormant.

Just. Aheem aheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem

GOD, GOD (while the shots themselves don't exactly parallel, the lyrics. Oh The Lyrics)

"So hey, prolong my life" / "If only I were never born, if only"

"I'm Dispensable" / "I'm So Sorry"

Minus the "Why, why" in Double, these are the Last Two Lines for both of their songs and,

I'M GONNA HIT SOMETHING,

We see John with the most Openly Distressed expression we've seen on him meanwhile Shidou has almost Cold Resolve

Shidou and John's arcs are going in completely opposite directions and that Breaks my Fucking Heart Man oh my God get me Out of here Get Me Out (I hope these shots also helps articulate that parallel I tried to make earlier about the different ways they go at protecting people? Shidou puts on new white, clean gloves meanwhile John's hands are completely coated in blood and just. Man,).

Just. Yeah. Yeah,

Pain

God I hope this makes sense to Someone I'm going Insane

Most miserable guys ever I love them so much </333

#milgram #milgram project #mikoto kayano #shidou kirisaki #0509 #0905 #0509 ramblings #admittedly i'm very apprehensive about posting this to the main tags #while all the Real theories are rolling in and stuff #i'm kinda worried about people looking at me like i'm Insane and like Yeah I Am but also orz orz #praying this stays with my audience you guys see the Vision Right #they make me So Ill i'm gonna Throw Something Goddddddd #guys pleaseplaspelape if you have thoughts or a response to this Let Me Know we Need to feed each other Thoughts me thinks

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Elf You

Prompt Day 20: Magic AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Sentient Toys | Tags: Elf on the Shelf AU, Elf!Steve, Elf!Robin, Elf!Eddie, Elf Magic, Platonic Stobin, Crack Taken Seriously, Silliness, The Magic of Christmas

'Twas the night before December, and all is quiet except for the grandfather clock in the corner of the living room tick, tick, ticking as it edges ever closer to midnight. December is approaching, with only seconds to spare as the small town of Hawkins, Indiana sleeps.

When the clock strikes twelve, two little sets of eyes snap open, alive and alert for another holiday season.

Two little Scout Elves, but no shelf to be found. No, sirree. That's amaetur hour, and they've grown past those early pranks. No, these little elves use their magic to put on big productions. Bigger and grander each night, leading up to Christmas Eve.

They were born for this.

But right now, they've got to get their bearings after nearly a year of slumber.

Steve stretches, pushing his little fabric arms over his head.

Robin stands, trying to work the kinks out of her back. She'd been twisted in the tote of decorations, and now her back is killing her.

"Hey, Robbie, you okay?" Steve asks, walking over and looking at her.

"They've got to be more careful with me next year, I'm getting too old for this shit," she complains, sitting upright.

Steve helps her to her feet, and they dust themselves off. Being an elf is fun, but it's only for twenty-four days a year. The rest of the time they're shoved in a box in the attic. Dormant.

Shitty parents tell kids they flew back to the North Pole, but that's a goddamn lie.

The first night is hard. They don't have a plan for their nightly chaos. They have to do it on the fly, so they better get started, right away.

"Marshmallow mini golf?" Steve suggests.

"We did that last year!" Robin whines.

They're running out of new ideas. They've done everything twice at this point.

"How 'bout a messy kitchen?" another voice asks, and they snap their heads towards the sound.

"Who the hell are you?" Steve asks, putting his hands on his hips. This is their territory. "And…where the hell are you?" Steve asks.

They can hear him, but they can't see him.

"Yeah, interloper! Who do you think you are?" Robin demands, backing Steve up.

Steve looks around, but there's nobody there.

Not until Steve spots the box on the counter, brand new and unopened. Slightly wobbling.

Together, they pull open the cover, and there he is. Another boy elf, with dark eyes, and long hair, trapped behind cellophane.

"What's your name and what are you doing here?" Steve demands.

"I'm an Elf on the Shelf. We're gonna be friends 'til the end."

"Oh brother, he belongs on The Island of Misfit Toys," Robin says, snarky. "That's a Good Guy line. That's a whole different kind of magic doll. Not our department. So, clearly evil."

"I'm not evil," he says. "I'm an elf."

"That's what they all say," Robin says, looking at Steve. "Let's just leave him wrapped up. Problem solved."

Steve sighs and rubs his forehead.

There's a little name tag on the counter: Eddie.

"Well, you were an idiot, when you showed up, too," Steve tells her, crossing his arms, annoyed. Looking back through the plastic, "Your name is Eddie."

Eddie just nods.

"Why aren't you out of your box?" Steve asks him. Eddie has elf magic. He can teleport. Surely, he can get out of a fucking cardboard box. If not, oh, brother.

Eddie looks unsure, and Steve rolls his eyes. If Steve had fingers, he'd snap them, but he doesn't. So, he just thinks really hard and uses his own elf magic to get Eddie out of his packaging.

Robin looks at Eddie, "Well, it was nice to meet you. But we've got this house covered. They've got two kids, and we're two elves. We don't really need a third," Robin is explaining, when they all hear a baby cry.

Well, shit. There's three kids now. That's what happens when elf magic keeps you dormant most of the goddamn year. You don't find out about big changes until way after the fact.

So, new elf. Steve went through this when Robin showed up after the last kid, and now they're best friends. So, maybe this will be okay.

Then he sees Eddie dangling from the light fixture. Maybe not.

"Stop that, asshole," Steve says, jumping up, grabbing Eddie, sending them both to the floor. "Stop messing around, and help us think of something to do tonight," Steve demands.

"Cookie baking mess?" Eddie suggests.

"Been there, done that," Steve says, "that's first year shit."

Robin puts her hand on her chin, thinking, "We really don't have much time. We'll be able to plan better tomorrow. Marshmallow bath in the sink?" she suggests.

Steve groans. It's easy. But the kids like it, and their mom always has marshmallows in the pantry.

"How about a ski slope," Eddie says, and they both turn to look at him.

"Tell me more…" Steve prompts.

Eddie is looking around the kitchen, a little frantically, clearly trying to come up with a fully formed idea. Steve waits. Robin waits.

And finally Eddie pops up onto the counter and grabs the full roll of paper towels and takes it to the living room, and the couch, right near the tree. He stacks up two pillows from the couch on the floor, and stands back, thinking.

"Like this," he finally says, and gives the paper towel roll a good shove, unrolling it down over the pillows and onto the ground.

Steve looks at it.

Robin looks at it.

This could work.

"We could rummage through the Barbie clothes," Robin suggests and Steve nods. That's a really good idea.

Steve gets in the box with the Barbie stuff, and digs around until he throws out a snowsuit, some skis, goggles. A Christmas sweater. This will do just fine.

They all get dressed, and in place, ready for the kids in the morning.

Eddie might not be such a bad addition, after all.

Notes: Yeah, I don't know. They're elves. Magic elves. 🤣

This is the ski slope idea Eddie came up with.

"Friends 'til the end" is a Chucky catchphrase. Also, a magic doll. Just a very different one, lol. The Island of Misfit Toys is from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

If you want to see more of my entries into this month-long challenge, you can check them out in my Steddie Holiday Drabbles tag, right here!

#steddieholidaydrabbles #magic au #they're elves your honor #platonic stobin #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #thisapplepielife: short fic #thisapplepielife: steddieholidaydrabbles

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