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ohmytomorrowisthursday · 1 year

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AOT characters in university

Hiii this is my first post like this. It is literally so unserious and silly please don’t take it personally if I roast ur fave. Some of these are soooo dumb but I hope u enjoy!

cw: drugs, weed, drinking

Floch: this dude is 100% in a frat. The guy who stands at the door decides who gets in. For the boys in absolutely every possible way. Has punched multiple holes through walls. Doesn’t talk in class, if he does his whole personality is based on being a frat boy for life. Finance major. Always wants to be ‘devil’s advocate’ in class debates. Says edgy shit just to get a rise out of people. Scared of Erwin. Posts thirst traps on instagram. Is part of the boxing club. Has never read a single page of any text book ever, just watches YouTube videos to learn.

Connie: You meet him during freshman orientation and he is now your ride or die. He’s outgoing and makes friends easily, but would 100% rather spend Friday nights playing video games and smoking weed with his friends instead of going to a party. Calls his mom often. Studying accounting because he wants to have a stable job. Makes lo-fi tracks and posts them on YouTube. Skips his morning classes because he refuses to get up for his 8am’s. He won’t plan anything but is always a good time when he comes out. Loves going for Korean barbecue. Loves watching reality tv and talking about it in the group chat.

Jean: Certified stressed and depressed. Definitely studying comp-sci even though he’d rather be in the arts. Is in your English class and even tho he complains about the work he still would rather write essays than look at his coding. Talks so much shit about the frats, still tried to join and never stops talking about them. Will get into a fight with Eren during frosh week. His mom also calls him all the time but he gets super embarrassed when she does. Brings all of his laundry home over break so that she can do it. Jean is always looking for a good time, he’s definitely planning nights out and trying to get the full college experience. Something embarrassing always happens when he goes out on the weekend and Connie and Sasha always make sure to remind him of it. The person you’d call for advice when you’re having a bad day.

Levi: Sick of it and annoyed. Philosophy major. Always debates in class and wins. You met him through Hange. You see him at the gym super late at night, between 11pm-1am when no one else is around. Hates big parties- especially frat parties- but always will text u asking how it is and if you want to leave. He likes to cook and invites you to come over to eat. Likes dressing nice for class. Uses black mechanical pencils and exclusively takes notes in black muji notebooks. Likes dark humour and will only talk in the group chat to add some sarcastic remark. Always drinking tea (duh) out of the same reusable mug. Likes going to low-key gatherings with his friends and playing card games and chess. Volunteers for the student food bank. Makes Spotify playlists. Has insomnia and will answer every and all texts you send, no matter what time it is. LOVES to talk shit and roast people who he thinks are elitist, mean and hypocritical, especially Zeke. Works as a TA and is always busy and grumpy, but his friends keep him sane.

Historia: Wants to be a veterinarian. Quiet but kind. Has a really aesthetic instagram and is always posting cute coffee shops and pictures of her pets. Her girlfriend Ymir is literally the opposite of her and they both make u laugh. You sit beside her in class because she has a gentle chill vibe and always has extra pencils to give you. Offers you gum. Would give you a tampon if u needed it. Not really in any clubs but you see her studying at cafe’s and she always says hi. 10/10 sweetie. Knits in class.

Eren: President of the frat. He doesn’t even know how he ended up here but now he’s the guy. Kind of nice when he’s alone or in class but an absolute dick when he hangs out with the boys. Gets everyone at the party fired up. His girlfriend and his best friend are so nice. Wants to be a CEO, has no idea what his business will be. Wakes up early to go to the gym and never stops talking about it. Undefeated in Catan and Risk. Secretly a reddit lurker. You helped him study for biology once and he was actually very nice to you. Invites you to the frat parties on the weekend, but doesn’t really talk to you when you go. Loves karaoke and will always find a mic to sing into wherever he is and always picks Britney Spears songs lol.

Hange: SCIENCE MAJOR. Literally the most outgoing person you’ve ever met. Befriends you in biology and helps you study. Has so many niche interest and friends from each of their hobbies. Brings all of their friends together to hang out and its the most random group of people you’ve ever seen, but everyone still gets along. Encourages you to go to the gym, and is always hitting legs. Definitely signed up for some sports leagues; is in co-ed soccer, basketball and softball. Athletic and smart. Wants to be a marine biologist to understand life under the sea and could talk about it for hours. The person who would drag you from your depression hole after finals season. In 4th year but knows people of all ages. So nice; you miss them when they graduate.

Sasha: Environmental science major. Loves nature and is part of a hiking club. Smokes weed and makes the most delicious sandwiches ever. Always hanging out with Jean and Connie, loves playing smash bros. Gets along with absolutely everyone and is invited to everything because she’s the most fun. Is so good at beer pong and always wins tournaments. She has the craziest stories. Gives u a sweater for no reason, she’s just the type to do it. Goes on runs every day and has a dog at home that she misses soooo much. Comes back from winter break and gives everyone cookies. Not really the type to date but everyone has a crush on her. Sends the funniest memes to the group chat. FaceTimes you with a wild story while she’s walking across campus. Always has snacks in her dorm room.

Erwin: Law student that has a degree in political science. Active member of the student society and always trying to get better food in the dining hall. Is your tutor and is sooooo nice. Gives u advice on how to make it through university. You could ask him any question and he would be able to help you. Likes to read. Him and Armin are your late night library friends. Loves to talk about deep random scenarios with you. Drinks black coffee and he’s muscular but you’ve never seen him eat. Is too busy trying to network in the legal field to go out to parties, but when he does he’s always the most popular person there. Used to be an athlete but doesn't really talk about it. Would walk you home from a bar to make sure you get home safe. Has no tolerance for bullshit and is ruthless to mean people; you’re happy that he is your friend. Would send you book recommendations to read over the summer. Plays chess with Levi.

Mikasa: Her major is undecided. You meet her at the gym. She always works out late and is seemingly only ever studying or doing her daily circuit. Isn’t outgoing but is nice when approached. Not really into parties or big events but will come out for dinner or go on a walk with you after class. Her boyfriend is the president of the frat and they couldn’t be more different but she still loves him and says that he is a sweetie with her. Loves it when pet-a-dog day comes around. Enjoys spending time in the women’s centre on campus. She tells every girl that she meets that if they ever need help they can call her and she means it. The frat guys are terrified of her. Has an instagram with two pictures and they’re both of flowers. Likes collecting tiny figurines. Plans self-defence classes for the girls.

Reiner: Bruh Reiner is 100% that transfer kid who still wears his old universities hoodie EVERY DAY. History major and way too into WWII. Likes to read for fun. Loves bears and will send you the cutest tiktoks. Look like he could kill you - is a cinnamon roll. Sad boy energy and loves to watch rom-coms. Listens to emo music and Kpop while he's working out. He knows where the best lookouts are. Likes older women lol. He loves going for all you can eat wings. Will have the highest grades in the class but never seem to actually study. Wants to be a teacher. Likes painting nice little pictures. Does yoga.

Armin: Another day-one friend. You meet him in your math class and the two of you get through it together. He is kind and always remembers stories that you tell him. Loves going to arcade bars and doing anything that involves a challenge. Engineering student. Loves to solve riddles and play Zelda. Watches the planet earth series and sends you facts that he learns about animals. Knows when the next meteor shower is happening and will drive the friend group out to go stargazing. Is doing a study abroad in a different country so that he can learn a new language and see things from a different perspective. Despite being more shy and reserved, he is an absolute riot when drunk and makes everyone dance with him. He always brings the best snacks to late night study sessions.

Zeke: Philosophy major and literally will take whatever side of the argument Levi is against. Fighting with strangers on twitter and believes his opinion is always right. Will give you his opinion about your life even if you don’t ask for it. TA’s a class and is ridiculously hard on everyone when he’s grading papers. Hot and popular but emotionally unavailable because of his daddy issues. Wants his PHD mostly just to flex lol. Is on the baseball team and is always fidgeting with his hands. Has expensive taste in food and likes craft beer and nice wine. Has broad knowledge but its not deep. Wears boujie clothes and has a nice backpack. Prefers backpacking over staying in hotels because he thinks it is more ‘authentic’. Can speak multiple languages. Loves writing silly notes on your papers. Says that he is too good for the frats but still is there with Eren and Floch every Friday night lol.

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graytalents · 2 years

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A little something for my Gojo and Geto lovers out there:

After getting blazingly high, one person's horniness affects the entire vibe.

I miss weed so much lmao.

CW: smut, threesome, oral, fingering, lots of mentions of drugs and alcohol.

“Doll? You want s’more?” Geto nudges the lit joint towards you. You take it, and inhale the smoke towards your lungs.

You, Geto, Gojo, have all been lazing around and smoking joint after joint, with some empty beer cans around you. Gojo, smoking and watching TV, sighs. It’s not often he gets to relax completely like this.

“Hey, you ever dated someone before?” Gojo suddenly asks.

“Hm?” you take one last puff and pass the last of the burning roach to Geto. “Why’re you asking?”

The white haired man lolls his head back lazily and stares at the ceiling. You’re all sitting on the ground in front of the actual couches, backs pressed against the bottom of the furniture. Someone thought to put on a sitcom for background noise, but it had been a while since any of you paid attention.

Quiet laugh tracks and corny jokes were the backdrop to your stoned conversations. Nothing was off the table when you guys got together like this. Not school, not work, and certainly not gossiping.

“I was thinking about it. Me and Geto tell you who we’ve been seeing, who we have a thing for,” he pauses to sip his beer. “Who we’ve been fucking.”

He says the last word with a hint of humor in his voice, though his face is expressionless. Almost.

“Mm, that’s true,” Geto starts. “You don’t really tell us if you have a thing for someone. Do you? I’d feel real hurt if you didn’t tell us.”

He fake pouts at you, but his eyes betray his amusement with the situation. It’s now your turn to sigh.

“Am I interested in someone right now? Not really. At least, not romantically.” In order to avoid revealing more, you quickly grab your beer and begin to take large swigs. You’re almost out, though. Damn.

“Oh? Not romantically? So sexually huh? Who do you want to fuck? To bone? To get it on with?” Gojo perks up at the newfound revelation. “Don’t tell me … Shoko? She’s hot, and I heard she just got back from studying.”

“Mm.” You opt not to answer, instead reaching for another joint that Geto had thankfully made. The lighter chooses not to cooperate with you, sending only shitty little sparks that won’t catch on the thin paper.

Geto sees this, and remedies the situation. Fishing another lighter from his pocket, he motions for you to come closer. Because the windows are open to air out the room, a breeze was making its way through, causing Geto to cup his hands around the stick in order for it to light.

Your faces were impossibly close, and Gojo looked on in interest. He always thought you were attractive, if not sometimes reserved. Questioning you and your private life directly just to see you squirm entertained him. He wanted to push some buttons, just to see what the outcome could be.

“You guys look hot like that,” he stated. “I should take a picture for later, just to see if it’s the weed or if I’m crazy.”

Geto seems to have taken the hint. “If you’re gonna take a picture, might as well make it a nice one.”

He sticks his tongue out and poses, waiting for you. You hesitatingly stick your own tongue out.

“‘Ake ‘ha ‘icthure,” you try to say. Gojo whips out his phone and snaps a few pictures. He then gives you both a half smile.

“Why don’t you guys kiss for one?”

Geto takes a drag on the now-lit joint and motions for you to come closer as he hands it off to Gojo. Gojo watches as Geto blows the smoke into your slightly ajar mouth for you to inhale. As you do, he licks your bottom lip and fully kisses you.

Surprised, you gasp. You weren’t expecting him to do it so quickly. Geto grabs the back of your head with one sure hand to bring you in closer. His tongue makes his way into your mouth, fully giving Gojo a show.

Gojo finishes his drag and puts out the joint on the nearby ashtray. He then picks up his phone and snaps a few more pictures, making sure to center your mouths in the middle of the frame. He can feel himself starting to get hard, watching his two friends make out in front of him. Geto’s long hair falling in pretty strands over his shoulders, all while your high and enthusiasm kissing him back had Gojo wanting to palm himself.

Not yet, though. He couldn’t start pawing at himself before he cemented this situation for what he wanted.

“Okay, okay, I got my pictures. Geto, be a gentleman, would you? You gotta let people breathe, man.”

And it’s true. You pulled away with a soft, wet pop! and you were slightly panting. Lips were cherry red from where Geto had nipped, and your heartbeat could be heard in your ears. Hell, you could feel your heartbeat and blood rushing to your groin.

But that was it, right? It was just a kiss, and it’s not like they wanted more. They were being dumb on purpose, is what you thought.

That’s why, when Geto pulled you in to bite your lip, you were completely surprised. Despite your shock, you took the opportunity to place your hands on his thighs for support, and lean into him. He bit you, and ran his tongue over the indentations to soothe the string. Tiny dribbles of drool coated your mouths as you hungrily made out. Geto’s hands began making their way to the bottom of your shirt, seemingly wanting to remove it.

Gojo has had enough. He wanted in on the action too. He wanted to see that same hunger on your face for him as well. He reached out to your arm, and gently pulled you away from Geto and towards himself. You broke free of Geto’s embrace, and began to kiss Gojo. Kissing him was different. Whereas Geto was sure of his actions, Gojo was more curious. He was dying to know what you tasted like, and if you would make cute noises for him. He slid his hand up the back of your shirt, and his hot fingers made you sigh into his mouth.

You felt like putty in his hands, and he wanted to mold you to his desire.

“Take it off,” Geto murmured into your ear, tugging at your shirt. You quickly tugged it upwards, Gojo helping you discard of it by tossing somewhere behind the couch. Geto took the opportunity to feel your smooth shoulders, back, and snaked his way to your chest. He thumbed over your nipple, causing you to gasp and let out a small whine.

Gojo took your face with his thumb and forefinger to make you face him, and promptly forced your mouth open. He stuck his tongue inside, swallowing your pretty little sounds.

Geto was hard. He was so hard it was almost unbearable, and he was sure that you needed a fucking that only he could provide. He sucked on your neck, and nibbled on the soft skin, taking care to leave marks. He wanted you to think about him long after today.

After being satisfied with his work, he made his way down your chest and flicked his tongue over your sensitive flesh. The cool air had caused your nipple to perk up, so he played with it with the tip of his tongue.

His actions caused you to arch your back, seeking more. You whined into Gojo’s mouth, and he responded by taking your free hand to place on his upper thigh. You moved it towards the bulge in his pants, and lightly traced your fingers over it. He was so undeniably hard as you stroked him slowly and rhythmically.

Meanwhile, Geto had taken to lightly rolling your pretty nipple between his teeth. The sensation was indescribable, as you felt sticky between your legs. The ache you felt was all consuming, clouding over your judgement and causing you to seek pleasure now, consequences be damned.

“Fuck, you look so hot like that,” panted Gojo. A thin string of saliva still hung from your mouths. You looked incredible right now, a needy expression painting your face as Geto continued to give your chest and neck attention.

Gojo slid his fingers into the waistband of your pants, pulling them slightly. You understood his intentions, and grabbed his wrist. After loosening your pants a bit, you stuck his fingers inside, guiding him to your warm wetness.

He practically moaned. “You’re so wet, baby.” He collected your arousal on his fingers, getting to know your folds. The pad of his fingers hovered over your entrance, as if waiting for permission.

You shook your head, and fished his hand out. You gently pushed Geto away, and shimmied your pants off.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one getting naked,” you pointed out. The two men quickly took off their shirts. Gojo guided you towards the couch and gently pushed you to sit. The two men sat on either side of you.

Geto grabbed your hand and placed it on his crotch. You stroked him over his pants, and motioned for him to take them off. He stood, removed them, and sat back down in his boxers. You hesitatingly pulled his waistband down, and let his cock spring free.

It was fully hard, heavy weight causing the tip to touch his stomach. After giving him a moment, you leaned down and gave it a kiss on his leaking tip.

Geto groaned, and pushed your head further into his lap. You gave it small kitten licks around the shaft, taking special attention to the vein running on the bottom.

“C’mon, stop teasing,” he breathed. You gave it a few broad stripes with a flattened tongue before taking it into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed, sucking hard on the mushroom tip.

“F-fuck, yes, just like that,” he keens. He bucks his hips upwards, trying to find more pleasure in your hot and wet mouth.

Gojo could not contain himself at this point. He had you on your knees facing Geto’s lap, and pulled your ass up into the air with his big hands. The movement caused you to take more of Geto into your mouth, drawing moans and whines from the two of you.

Gojo inspects your clothed pussy from the other side of the couch. Your underwear is damp with arousal, and Gojo can’t help himself but to press a long finger against your slit. You wiggle your ass slightly, trying to find more needed friction.

Gojo slides the cloth to one side, exposing part of your pretty pussy. He uses two fingers to spread your lips and observes the way your arousal begins to drool down your thigh.

“How are you this wet already?” he murmurs. He gives you a tiny lick with a pointed tongue, and collects your juices in his mouth. As you groan, the sensation has Geto snake his fingers into your hair and gently pulls. Gojo takes your noises as a sign to continue, and he licks a longer stripe from your throbbing clit to your empty hole.

You arch your back and keen, as much as you can with Geto’s thick length in your mouth.

“Relax your throat for me a little, I want to try something,” Geto pants.

You relax as best you can, as Geto cups your throat. He slowly thrusts upwards, and feels you gag and try your hardest to let him in. Feeling the way his dick slides into your throat makes him throw his head back and groan. He keeps up his slow and steady thrusts into your mouth, taking his dick out every so often to let you breathe.

Gojo, at the same time, is fully making out with your messy pussy. His mouth, nose, chin, and cheeks are covered with your juices as he keeps up a steady rhythm of flattening and pointing his tongue on your clit. He increased the speed once he heard you deepthroating Geto and inserted a long finger into your hole. All three of you could hear the squelch as he filled you up to his knuckle. With the pace of his tongue never faltering, he soon adds another finger, slowly working you open on his mouth and hand.

By now, there was just too much. You felt so full, so stuffed from two of your friends. They were working you open so meticulously that you had no choice but to let go.

Geto, feeling you coming close, held your head down on his veiny cock. He came as you gagged uncontrollably, throat squeezing his cock in the most delicious way possible. He bucked his hips a few more times involuntarily, as he released thick and hot ropes of cum down your throat.

All the meanwhile, Gojo heard his friend coming and tried his damnest to get you to come at the same time. As he heard you gagging, he began to suck on your clit hard and kept up the same pattern of sucking and flicking his tongue over your hard little nib. As he did this, he curled his digits into you, reaching for the soft and spongy pad inside of you. Your velvety warm walls sucked his fingers in, and made the wettest squelching noise he’d ever heard. If he weren’t so focused on your perfect, messy little pussy, he would have wondered if you were a squirter.

As Geto came in your throat, Gojo gave a particularly hard suck on your clit, which sent you over the edge. The warm feeling of tension in your lower belly exploded, leaving you shaking and releasing clear liquid into Gojo’s waiting mouth. He slurped loudly on your clit again, and had you release Geto from your mouth to keen loudly.

“Please, a-ah aah, pleasepleaseplease—“ you choked out as Gojo plunged his curled fingers into you again, causing you to gasp.

Just as you thought you finished, Gojo began to plunge his fingers into you again, faster and with more purpose. He stopped eating you out to watch the look of pure ecstasy on your face.

After a few pumps of his fingers, he lowered his pants and boxers and guided his tip to your folds. You wiggled your ass on him again, drawing a chuckle from him.

“God. Holy shit. You’re insatiable. You seeing this, Suguru?”

He rubbed his tip around your soaked pussy, and finally pushed his tip in. He went slowly and watched you grip Geto’s thigh. Geto stroked your hair and whispered filthy profanities to you.

“You like that, sweetheart? You like the way Satoru plays with your slutty pussy? Look at you. If I knew it only took some weed and beers to get you like this, I would have down this a long time ago.”

You whined at his words, but he continued. As he spoke, Gojo pushes all the way in, and thrusts into you lightly.

“Satoru, look at her. You should have felt her throat. The way she was squeezing around me..” he laughs. “Incredible. Don’t wear her out too much, I want to see her bounce on my cock later. Would you like that? Or how about me and Gojo take turns fucking you later, tie you down so we don’t do anything but that? What if you take us both in that pretty little cunt? Hm? We’ll get you nice and wet, like you are now, and just have you take on both of us.”

You nearly scream as Gojo increases his pace, hands gripping your waist with such strength, you knew you were going to bruise later. A thick ring of white formed around the base of Gojo’s cock, and all you could hear were the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your labored breathing.

Geto’s words made your walls squeeze around Gojo. Gojo sucked in his breath, trying hard to maintain his composure. He angled your ass more towards him, and began to drill into your hole.

Geto slipped his thumb into your mouth, and you suckled on it. Gojo reached between your thighs, and pinched your sensitive and puffy clit between his fingers. As he rolled your clit in his fingers, you felt that same burning white sensation and came around him, hard. Gojo pulled out and spilled all over the small of your back.

After getting cleaned up and clothed, Geto smiles at you.

“I wasn’t talking out of my ass earlier. I do want to try other things. But maybe you should take it easy today. And tomorrow. Maybe next week?”

#gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo x geto x reader #smut #jjk smut #jjk fanfiction #i haven't proofread this well and idc!!#gojo satoru #geto suguru

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mack-attack420 · 1 month

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Judd Birch x Luxx Jones (OC)

Chapter 1: Savior

Well, it started out as a nice day. I woke up early, cleaned my apartment, and finished a project that’s been annoying since I started; the footage just wouldn’t flow together correctly, and it pissed me off. I even decided to go for a walk. But it started to rain as I was walking back.

“Stupid rain. Always coming at the worst possible time.” I continued to curse the rain as I walked along the sidewalk.

I finally arrived at my apartment building. It wasn’t in the best neighbourhood but it was home. When I unlocked my door, I could hear my rats, Nicodemus and Jareth, chattering from their cage.

“You guys want to run around? Yeah, I bet you do.” I unlocked their cage and they crawled up my arms. They usually like curling up in my hair but since it's wet they stay on my arms.

“I know, I’m all wet.” Nicodemus crawls down my body and Jareth follows. They start to chase each other around on the floor.

I laugh and go get a towel and dry my hair. Now that my hair isn’t as wet, Nicodemus comes back and sits on my shoulder.

I owned his mother before him, so I've been in his life the whole time. I have always kept one of the rat pups when my rats had pups. The first rat I ever owned was Nicodemus’s great-great-great-great-great grandmother. I usually kept one of the girls but I bonded with Nicodemus. He has a salt and pepper coat. Jareth has a light golden blonde coat. The Rats of NIMH and Labyrinth are two of my favourite movies, and when I get two boys they both look like characters from those movies is just a happy coincidence.

I like having rats because of how intelligent and caring they are; they remember who someone is just like crows. That is if they are properly socialised. Before I got Jareth, I would take Nicodemus with me everywhere. He loved to sit on my shoulder when I skateboard. Jareth isn’t as active and adventurous as Niccy. He just likes to curl up in my bra when I’m doing work or watching TV. When I bought him home from the store he crawled into my bra as soon as I let him out of the box he came in. God, that makes him sound like a toy you get from Walmart.

Jareth decided that he wasn’t getting enough attention, so he crawled up into my shirt and into my bra, like always.

“You boys hungry? Let's have a snack.” I go towards the cupboards and look for something to eat. “Peanut butter toast sounds good? Yeah, it does.” I get out the peanut butter and bread. As the bread toasts, I put some peanut butter on my finger and hold it up to Nicodemus, “gentle, no biting,” I tell him. He licks all the peanut butter off and Jareth pops his head out of my shirt for some.

“Yes, you too.” He tries to pull my finger into my shirt so he doesn't have to stretch. “You are a little goofball, you know that right?”

After I finished my toast, I decided to have an after snack, snack. Weed. Such a lovely plant. I love that I can legally buy it now, instead of going through someone else who rises the price for underaged people.

“You two need to go back into your cage,” I walk over to the boys’ cage, “You know I don’t like you out when I’m not in the apartment.” I pull Jareth out of my shirt and place him in a hammock. Nicodemus crawls down my arm, following his brother. They curl up and start to fall asleep.

“You two are so cute,” I close the cage door and lock it. I don’t like the idea of them out when I can’t watch them because my dad once let his hamster out of its cage when he was younger and they never found him again until the house started to smell and the hamster was cooking over the boiler. Talk about the rodent owner's worst nightmare.

This time I put on a sweatshirt to go outside. It's still raining. I don’t like smoking inside because rats can get respiratory infections easily and I don’t want to cause my rats to get sick and suffer.

I’m about halfway through my blunt when I see two kids walking down the street with no jackets. One of them looks familiar. I think it's Judd's little brother. I’ve seen pictures of him from time to time. Judd may not tell anyone but he has pictures of his family on his phone.

“This is bad. We have no idea where we are.” The other one said.

“It’s getting so late,” Possibly-Nick said. It was getting late, “Our parents are probably freaking out right now.”

Did they sneak into the city? Damn, from the stories I've heard, he’s kinda a wimp.

“I would’ve done so many things differently. I would’ve wiped better.” Ok, now I’m stepping in.

“Hey, Kids!” I yell at them. I put up my hood so I don’t get any more wet. They look so freaked out.

“We didn’t do anything! I swear!” They back away.

“I’m not going to hurt you. You’re Judd Birch’s little brother aren’t you?” I ask Possibly-Nick.

“Yeah, I am. You know my brother?” Nick perks up.

“Unfortunately, I do. You guys want to come inside my place to dry off?” I ask them.

“I’m, you aren’t like a murderer, are you?” Nick asks.

“No, I’m not,” I laugh, “your brother is a good friend of mine. Look,” I pull out my phone, “ I Have a picture of him.” I show them a picture of Judd mauling a sandwich.

“Yeah, that’s my brother. Ok, we would really like someplace to dry off.”

They follow me up to my apartment.

“You boys want some hot chocolate or something to warm up?” I ask them as I hand the towels to dry off with.

“Yes, please.” They both answer. After I make them some hot chocolate and add some coffee to mine, I sit them down on my couch.

“What are you guys doing in the city without an adult? You guys are like, what, 10?”

“We’re not 10-“

“Nick dragged me into the city to make out with a girl, she went to the Rocks house, and we said we would meet her there because I this inner ear thing, so I obviously can’t fly, we lost my cool jazz hat, followed the ghost of Duke Ellington around the city, saw someone crapping on a sidewalk, saw my hat on a woman’s head and the women kissed our friend's mom who’s married, got mugged, and then we got lost and I want to go home!” Nick’s friend said in one breath. I thought I could talk fast but damn, that kids something else.

“Andrew!” Nick yelled angrily at him.

Nick’s scolding Andrew was caught off by me laughing at them. “This is too good, I mean from the stories I've heard from Judd you're a little wimp, but you going all the way to the city to make out with a girl,” I almost fell over, “I mean, how did you even get here? There’s no way you could have walked along the highway here.”

“We took the train here,” Nick told me.

“And now you have no money to get back, right?” I leaned back in my chair.

“Yeah,” Andrew answered.

“And how do you expect to get back to Bridgeton?”

Nick and Andrew looked at each other, plotting.

“We were hoping, now that we’ve met you, you could drive us back, or,” Nick spoke up, “at least give us the money to get a train back.” He tried to give me a ‘charming’ smile, but it wasn’t working on me, or, in my opinion, anyone.

I thought about it for a moment. Either drive these boys back to Bridgeton, which was a three-hour drive away, see them get in trouble with their parents, possibly convince Judd to spend the night with me, which I know he will say yes to because I’m awesome, or give them the money and have no fun what so ever tonight. Yeah, there was an obvious winner.

“Ok, I will drive you back,” The boys were excited, “On one condition.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Nick says, finishing his hot chocolate.

“Tell me something that Judd would never tell anyone else,” I smirked. This was going to be good.

“Um…He doesn’t really tell me anything. He likes his secrets.” Nick squirmed around on the couch.

“Oh, come on. You have to have something, don’t you? You’re his brother for fuck’s sake!”

“Well, when he was like four he make mom Valentine's card asking her to be his Valentine.”

Well, at least that's something. “I guess that’ll do,” I stand up and stretch. I handed Nick my phone, “Call your mother and tell her where you are. It’s getting late and I don’t want to be charged with kidnapping.”

As Nick dialed his mother, I walked into my room where I had the rat's cage.

“Hey, babies.” I unlock the cage, take out their food dish, and refill it, “I’m gonna be gone for a little while. Be nice to each other and don’t get hurt.” I relock the cage and change my pants from jeans to sweatpants. If I was going to be in a car for, Jesus, six hours I was going to be comfy.

“Hey Tweedle-dee, Tweedle-dumbass,” I walk out of my room and grab my car keys and purse, “Time to go.”

#judd birch x reader #big mouth #judd birch #OC #judd x reader #Judd Birch x OC

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dzpenumbra · 2 years

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9/15/22

I lost a friend today. I was supposed to celebrate my new apartment today. I didn't do a good job of celebrating yesterday. I kinda just dicked around in Minecraft and watched a Red Dead RP stream. So I was planning on celebrating today. My brother and my friend were supposed to contact me this evening. My brother did not at all. My friend contacted me 15 minutes after I announced several times in my streams was going to be my estimated stream start time. I expressed my... you know what, I've already addressed this. I don't want to relive it verbatim right now, the pain is a bit too raw. Let's just explore the feeling then, shall we? Instead? Because it was very unique.

See, I was trembling as I was typing to him. I was physically shaking, like a fuckin leaf. I knew what was happening. I spent most of the day talking to my mom about it, how it really hurt and how I felt like people just don't really make room in their life for me and keep me at the longest arms reach possible. And blame me for wanting more, as though I'm fucking greedy. Needy. Needy/greedy, what's the difference to them? To have your needs not met, or to want more than you need. You know, there is a difference, right?

I got a feeling today that I haven't felt in a while, probably since I started smoking weed again. The adrenaline tightness blackhole in the chest feeling. I think that's the trauma feeling. That's the "this is an important moment you're not gonna forget" feeling. Right under the sternum, in the core. I used to get those a lot way back in the day, like in my teens. I got a tattoo on my chest, mirrored to remind me so I can read it in the mirror, that says "Mea Culpa" right there in that spot. I always chuckled to myself about that one. It's like a double-entendre, my fault, like my weakness, my point of vulnerability. These "random" panic attacks, obviously a symptom of some kind of biological malfunction, right?

My 19 year old self knew what was up. He knew instinctually that "mea culpa" was what was causing the trauma, the panic. Me taking the fall. Me taking the blame. Martyring myself. Waiting in the snow for 4 hours for someone who no call/no showed. Sitting at home on the couch watching TV all day with both hands on the phone in case I missed it vibrating, when there was never a call coming. Cancelling a stream, a work shift, to try to work out a problem with a friend, only to be framed as instigating a fight. Me falling on the sword. Me begging for scraps and saying thank you. Me accepting a live-in relationship with someone who was simultaneously renting a separate apartment, who left regularly and never shared her finances with me. Me forgiving my ex for breaking up with me when I got an injury that could have killed me in my sleep (blood clot in the shin), then going to the ER with me a week later after I begged her to just talk it out, hearing the diagnosis from the ER docs, bringing me back to my parents place doped up on Percoset, then leaving and never coming back.

I act like I can take it. I act like I can overlook these little mistakes. That surely they have a bigger heart and they're just not noticing what they're doing. Surely he doesn't want to hit me, he even says he doesn't want to hit me, he just can't help himself is all. It's the dang drink that's doin it! It's controlling him like a puppet, it won't even let him not drink! Same reasoning, huh. It's almost like... Stockholm Syndrome, right? Yeah, I just looked at "Signs of Stockholm Syndrome" on Google. That's... sobering. It's almost like I wrote Stockholm Syndrome on my whiteboard in big red letters like 3 years ago to try to remind myself that I'm susceptible to this, and I just keep forgetting.

Maybe I can tell myself a few more times to keep looking at that tattoo. Remember why I got these fucking things. They're for me. Reminders of lessons I was supposed to have learned, that one was a bit deeper than the rest, and I don't think I truly understood it at the time at all, but my instincts definitely knew something I didn't.

I took a chance tonight and called my Mom after 11. After the fight. I texted and apologized, said I just didn't know what to do and didn't want to be alone. She talked to me. She advocated for me. She reassured me. She got to be a Mom, and more than that, (in her words) she got to be a friend. And she did a really good job. I haven't felt supported like that since... I don't know when... at least 5 years. I'm sorry, but professional therapists doing it at allotted times for a paycheck just doesn't hit the same as a loved one being there for you when you need it most. You can't really simulate love.

A lot of my trauma was torn open with that. See, having a fight with a friend is one thing, losing a friend is another... having severe traumas relating directly to the acute loss of many friends all at once? when you needed it the most? while you were grieving? I already had PTSD and I developed more PTSD around that one. And tonight ignited that powderkeg.

You know what's nuts? I haven't smoked tobacco since November 2021, not that anyone really fucking cares at all, it's not like I've been smoking an average of a pack and a half of cigarettes every day since I was 17, which was.... 2000-fucking-4, in case that makes it resonate a bit. Barely even acknowledged that I quit cold turkey by those around me. What happened tonight... I started getting that super deep grief feeling. That loss feeling. Like cold and icky, drained, skin ready to crawl, weak, life drained out of you shit. Like death creeping under your skin. I was angry. I was crying. I was remorseful. I was scared. I just looked up the stages of grief, I wasn't far off! XD

I got the most intense urge to smoke. I was saying it out loud to myself. I first wanted to smoke weed, but I was concerned I would freak out, because I have a tendency to. Not with this weird Delta-8 mix, which is a bit odd... I don't know how I feel about it, it's a very strange high. But I typically have much more sensitive emotions and imagination when I'm high. Which is why I like writing when I'm high, or singing, or dancing, or just brainstorming. Or listening to music, omg, it just brings me to tears some times! So invigorating! But I didn't want to amplify this sensation, this feeling. Or "risk" letting other demons out of their cages to play. There was enough damage done tonight. Then I briefly went to "fuck it, I should get drunk". I have hard cider, it's like a year and a half old, but fuck it, it's not like I'd be sipping. But I just don't really like drinking. It gives me heartburn, it makes me gassy and upsets my stomach. Not so much if I drink regularly, but since I haven't in ages, it just wasn't appealing. But then I mentally went to the hookah.

"You know, I could just move this side table over by the comfy chair. I could fill up the vase with water, I could plop some ice cubes in it if I have any in the freezer. I could pack up a bowl with shisha - I still have like 5 flavors in my cabinet. I think I still have Melon Blend and Mime (Mint/Lime), which mix really well. They were my favorite flavors. Then I'd just throw some foil on top, poke the holes in the same pattern I used to do every day. Then throw some coals on the burner that is still sitting on that side table. Heat them up nice and red hot. Plop them on top and just smoke that shit for like an hour." I started reminiscing on the sensation, the head buzz, sinking into the chair. That sleepy glow.

Then I remembered what overdose feels like. Almost blacking out. Shitting uncontrollably. Nausea. Barely able to walk. I did not want to go through that tonight. At all. And honestly, if I had gone through with it, which I was deadly close to doing... I probably would have. I more likely would have than not. So... I'm real glad my Mom called me back. And I'm real glad I didn't cave and really envisioned and engaged with what the experience of smoking would really be like.

If I'm gonna smoke, its going to be a celebration of my new apartment. Not to cope with trauma. Those days need to stay behind me.

I did a tarot card reading today. This is kinda nuts, actually. I haven't done one in a while. I just did a basic 3-card spread and honestly didn't even ask much of a question with it. So it's supposed to kinda be Past, Present, Future. I drew... I think Knight of Swords first slot, for Past. Then Queen of Cups for Present. Then Judgement inverted for Future. If you are into tarot at all, you might understand why this curiosity for the day came back into focus in hindsight. It's pretty damn relevant, I'd say.

I need to have a bit more faith in myself. I've been through worse than this and survived. It's just a bit weirder without my dog, my sweet girl, my best friend. It's much more lonely. She was a very big personality, she was by my side every day. I got an ear tattoo to match her ear tattoo. I miss her a lot. A lot, a lot. So, I guess I know why this is so much harder this time. She got me through the pandemic.

I don't want to hate on Max, who is curled up at the end of my bed having hunting dreams right now, I can feel her kicking in her sleep. She is very affectionate, very friendly, very chatty now and still very playful, even though her back hips are starting to go a bit and her breath is stinky enough for me to be regularly concerned. We're both overdue for doctors visits. She's very sweet, but she just doesn't really connect on the same level as my dog did. Cerry was her name. I feel weird not saying it.

So yeah, the past few months has been a lot of rapid shifting changes. Lost my dog/best friend, reconnected with an old friend, reconnected with old ghosts, rekindled spirituality, rebirthed my career, found a new place to live, regularly fought with and now grew closer than ever before with my Mom (things with her have been going much better overall) and now lost a friend. It's a lot.

And yet, the only thing on my mind? How do I make friends. Fast. Because for. Fuck's. Sake. I'm so tired of being alone. I have been primarily alone since summer 2018. I was alone and had my first like 5 episodes of cabin fever a year before Covid started.

It's time. So... I'm gonna swipe for dates in the town I'm moving to before I go to bed. Fuck the haters. I don't want to date anyone who would judge where I am in life right now, or who I am in life right now. It's actually a good filter for me. And I'm gonna go to the skatepark. For real this time. If it ever stops raining.

I'm hesitant about posting a r4r kinda post on Reddit looking for friends, I haven't had much luck with it. Maybe I'll try Bumble's friend setting? Never tried that. It's a weird concept but I'm just out of fuckin ideas. Let's give it a go, fuck it. Nothing left to lose.

Tomorrow will be a good day, I'll make sure of it. I just need to make sure I get some sleep. Here's to peace, prosperity and good fortune. And good company. Coming soon.

#diary #journal #stream of thoughts #spilled thoughts #stream of consciousness #online journal #grief journal #ptsd

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fezcosbluntroller · 2 years

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Going home - Fezco x reader, platonic Ashtray x reader

This shit is sad and I wasn't really sure where it was going at the end so apologizes 0.0

Summary: After the night with Mouse you were left scared, but it wasn't fez that tried to end things..It was you.

Warnings: season 2 spoilers, drugs, cussing, mentions of sa so read with caution!

word count: 1,352

When you all got home it was quiet, Fez was concerned the house was locked up properly, Ashtray was arming the security systems and cameras, while you just sat on the couch, staring at the blank tv screen, still holding your shirt tightly to you, handprints covering your arms, most from the tall man and the other guys that had dragged you, who was asleep in the backseat, into the house. Ashtray sat in his room tiredly going through the cameras, already pissed about Faye. Fez glanced at her before kneeling in front of you "Come on mama...let's go to bed.." He whispered, unknown to you Fez was planning on killing Mouse, if it Ashtray didn't do it first, You had been coming around since Ash was four, you were like a sister to him, then became a mother figure whenever you started dating his big brother about 3 years ago.

You ignored Fez just staring ahead, your eyes welling up with tears from the thought of what you were about to do "I..I'm gonna head home fez.." Fez knew what that meant, you mother was a drunk and an addict and your dad was just trying to support your mom's addiction. "Nah...come on we not doin that tonight please y/n/n" He whipsered, Faye leaving the room to give you both privacy, going to bother Ashtray, who stood in the doorway of his room watching the two of you closely. "I..I can't...Fez I was okay with the deals...w-with the..raids w-with the fucking attempted kidnap and murder" You whispered looking at him sniffling "Something could've happened tonight fez...I don't feel safe here anymore" Your broken voice muttered avoiding eye contact. Fezco's world crashed down, you were leaving and he had nobody to blame but fucking Mouse. Fez just looked at you for a moment, tears streaming down both of your faces, and unknown to both of you Ashtray stood clutching the doorway holding back his own tears, this was about the equivalent of watching his parents separting.

Fez kissed your forehead sniffling a bit "I love you, Y/n" He mumbled letting you go, reaching for your hands "J-just don't go home.." He pleaded looking up at you "I-I can give you a ride..to...Lexi's..or uh..Maddy's?" He asked looking at you, You looked at him smiling through your tears "you're too sweet, Fez..Don't let anybody ruin that" You whispered kissing him one last time before standing up walking to the door, you hear Fez start to speak then a force crash into you "Don't go.." Ashtray whispered hugging you tightly restricting your movements, You managed to pry your arm out and rest your hand on his cheek "I'll be back to see you...I can't just forget my favorite guy" You smiled ruffling his hair, tears coming to your eyes again as you saw the boy sniffling and wipping his tears on your shirt, you shook your head knowing what he was doing "Ash.." Fez called, still in the same spot he was in, knowing if you truely wanted to go you could.

Ashtray squeezed you one last time letting go to watch what you'd do, instead of sitting back down you blew a kiss, like you did before leaving to go get food or pick something up, and left.

It took two days of silence for the brothers to finally snap, not that it was what you wanted when you left, the last thing you'd want is to ruin their bond, and it wasn't you that ruined it, it was you not being around that ruined it, the house didn't feel like a home anymore, there was only takeout and beers, Fez didn't leave the couch except to buy weed that he would smoke on the couch, and Ashtray had been over it before you even left. Neither remember what set the other one off, but it got ugly enough that you ended up being called by a strange number.

"Hello?" You answered sitting on the corner on your bike waiting for the car to pass by before you could continue your trip home, you flinched from your phone hearing a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking which put you on alert "Fuck you Ash! I did everything i could fuckin do! I can't keep her here forever!" You heard Fez scream, your anger started to boil, how dare he yell at Ashtray like that, the kid may be mature but he's still a kid "Y/n left because of you! You doin stupid shit! You knew the risk with Mouse! You took it anyways! You got to have a fuckin mom figure growing up why can't I fuckin have mine!?" You heard Ash scream, loud enough you could barely understand what he was saying, that's whenever you heard Faye's voice, almost swallowed by their screams "They're gonna kill each other" She kept repeating her breath shaking horribly "Or the cops are gonna be called" She whimpered, you could hear her sniffles, but that wasn't the thing that made you rush over, it was hearing Ashtray tell his brother that he hated him, you didn't mean to break a family up when you left, and you don't feel bad about leaving. Fezco promised to keep you safe, and somehow you ended up kidnapped forced to strip, forced into a cold shower then had your shirt ripped for not taking your clothes off imedietly, it had terrified you, even with your mom being an addict she still didn't put you in situations like that, it wouldn't even happened if Fez left you at the store like you had asked.

Peddling as hard as you could you raced to the house, you saw what appeared to be a calm house, but whenever you skidded to a stop by the front door and swung open the door it was the exact opposite, things broken everywhere, fez and Ashtray screaming in the kitchen and you could see Faye hidden in the bathroom "Hey!" You screamed slamming the door shut glaring daggers at them, both of them looked at you, smiles slowly appearing "W-why are you here?" Fez asked looking around the house now embarrassed, how long had you been here, how much have you heard? Fez started to speak again but you cut him off "Shut the fuck up" You snapped walking closer smaking Fez on the cheek and Ashtray over the side of the head "So whenever you go through a breakup you take it to fucking kill each other? huh?" You growled glaring at the both of them "Really Fez?" You snapped stepping forward standing in his face huffing "He is fucking a kid. Ashtray?" You growled doing a 360 to face the younger brother "He is your fucking brother, he is raising your ass and you will fucking resepect him or so fucking help me god" You growled "Now. You two are gonna make up. You gonna hug. Then I want Fez outside!" You screamed walking through the back door slamming it shut waiting for the older one of the two to make his way outside aswell, and about ten seconds later there he was.

"Y/n-" You cut him off staring at him "Faye called me. That's your brother, Fez....You can't- He's the last family you got, I wish I had someone who looked up to me like that, and you're gonna throw it away all because your girlfriend left for a few nights?" You snapped glaring at him, he stared at you, stuttering over his words "I-i thought chu left...like...for good" He whispered looking at you, pouting a bit as you laughed loudly "you can not get rid of me that easily, Fezzy" You giggled cupping his cheeks "I'm here for good, bubs..the other night...it scared me fez-" Now it was your turn to be cut off by Fez "Mouse ain't comin round no more. I handled that shit the night you left" He whispered cupping your cheeks "So..we good, mama?" He asked rubbing your shoulders "We're good 'mama'" You smiled teasing him by copying his nickname for you.

#fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #fezco angst #fez x reader fluff #fez x reader

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derangederensimp · 2 years

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One Shot Birthday Surprise : Reader x Toji x Nanami x Gojo

Happy birthday bestie ily this is for you but also everyone else enjoy.

Jujutsu Kaisen Smut

CW: Drug use(smoking weed), Fingering, Oral Male and Female receiving, Foursome, unprotected sex, hair pulling, creampie, humiliation, degradation, slapping, bondage and more.

Getting home after a long day of work and shopping, with groceries in your arms you go to close the door with your foot and instead met with a bump, you go to attempt to close it again pushing your foot harder and instead hear an “Ouch” from none other than Toji.

“That’s not very nice to do to your neighbor… or friend. Can I come in? I saw your arms full so I can help” he said as you took your foot off the door and turning around. He grabs a few bags and walks it over to the counter placing them down and taking the items out.

He plops himself onto the couch as you put away everything you bought. “So since it’s your Birthday and you like to keep it lowkey I was thinking of inviting Nanami and Gojo. Smoke some weed and chill?” He asked, turning his head towards you in the kitchen, watching you bent over picking up things from the bottom of the pantry. “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine.” You go to look at him but just before you can he already snapped his head away from the view he had on you. “Cool, I’ll text them” he said pulling his phone out and messaging the others in a group text.

Plopping next to Toji he goes to put his arm around your shoulder but just as he was going to a knock on the door followed by “you two better not be fucking in there” said by Gojo. Toji rolled his eyes just before he watched you walk past him ass looking great in your jeans so he couldn’t help but stare and resist the urge of slapping it. Opening the door Nanami was pinching Gojo’s arm with an annoyed look on his face. “Welcome, come on in” you say holding the door open. The men walk in and go to sit on the two love seats facing opposite of each other. “Still in work clothes I see, Toji didn’t even give you a chance to shower before intruding?” Nanami said taking off his glasses and setting them on the table. “Yeah, you know how he is, can’t be away from me for too long” you say laughing afterward not being able to see the red faces Toji.

“Well go take a shower, we will set everything up here” Gojo said pulling out the weed and grinder from his pocket as Toji headed to your kitchen to grab the bong that you kept under your sink. Walking to your room and undressing, wrapping a towel around your body and walking to the bathroom, the 3 men catching a glance at you before you shut the door and started the shower. You swore you could hear them talking a lot more after you had gone into the bathroom but shrugged it off and started the water getting in and washing up. Walking back to your room and picking out your sleep shorts and matching top. Plopping back next to Toji and turning on the TV to one of your favorite shows.

“Took you long enough, Joint or Bong?” Gojo asked holding both options out to you. Grabbing the joint and the lighter off the table to spark it up. The men passed around the bong until the entire living room started to get foggy from the smoke. Toji whenever he was high always became bold so it wasn’t a surprise when he pulled you onto his lap unexpectedly straddling him and bouncing you slightly with his knees as you all laughed. But what wasn’t expected was soon to come.

Looking up at Toji once you calmed down from your laughing fit you noticed this look in his eyes that you’ve seen once before. “Your going to make it up to me for embarrassing me earlier with that little comment of yours” he said as a grin formed on his lips.

“Should I tell them how you haven’t been fucked in a while, oops I guess I already did. Being your neighbor and all you know we have thin walls. I can hear you sometimes moaning out all of our names” he snickered as your face reddened. “Is that so?” Nanami asked, leaning forward in his seat as Gojo just looked at Toji wishing it was him you were straddling instead. “Oh yeah, you should hear how desperate she is for our dicks” Toji said as he ran his fingers along your bare stomach making you gasp slightly from the unexpected sensation. “You gonna be able to take us all Princess?” He asked before slapping your ass and rubbing the spot to soothe the sting it for sure left behind.

A smirk growing on your face as you like a challenge.

“With ease” you retort back watching Toji hood his eyes as he snaps his fingers letting Nanami and Gojo it was on. The men must have had this whole thing planned out with how they moved so synchronized. Nanami pulling your top off at the same time as Gojo unhooking your bra leaving you bare chested. Toji attacking your neck with kisses leaving hickeys behind as Nanami took a hardened nipple into his fingers and pinching slightly, and Gojo taking your other breast into his mouth circling your nipple with his tongue before flicking it with his tongue. His piercing added to the sensation driving you insane. The pleasure was becoming overwhelming and the 3 of them knew this.

Feeling Toji hardening underneath, you couldn’t help yourself and tried to move your hips but before you could your slightly lifted up. “Someone is trying to get even more pleasure without even asking. What a desperate slut.” Toji said and scoffed, making you feel slightly embarrassed. “must mean that [y/n] needs to be tied up huh?” Nanami said, undoing his tie and tying your arms behind your back. “The safe word is curse, you got it. If something hurts or you want to stop say it” Gojo said into your ear sending shivers down your spine and a tingle to your clit making your bite your lip and nod your head. “Let’s play a little

game, Gojo put your blindfold onto her and we will have her guess who is the one fucking her. We will say who was who once were done” Toji said, planting a few more kisses onto your neck and Gojo wrapping his cloth around your head.

Toji placed you onto the couch, none of the men talking as one of them picked you up throwing you over their shoulder as their hand imprinted a reddened handprint onto your ass making you let out a whimper. Being placed back onto your feet you feel hands pushing down your shorts and underwear hearing the fabric being stuffed into a pant pocket. Next your pushed to the bed with the mattress hitting the back of your knees making you sit down onto it. Legs being pushed apart as you feel licks being trailed up your thighs to your already dripping cunt. Firm hands squeezing your breasts as they put their lips right against your slit and placing a kiss before feeling their tongue slip out flicking your clit before sucking onto it.

Letting out a loud moan and soon after a hand being placed over your mouth squeezing your cheek slightly as they continued their licking and sucking removing their one hand from your breast and adding a finger into you pumping it in and out slowly making you moan but it coming out muffled and whiny. Which only seemed to drive the man insane as you felt his grasp on your mouth release hearing their clothes hitting the floor and being scooped up and placed on your back arms stick behind you as your thighs were spread and a tip being rubbed between your pussy lips before they thrust into you and setting a consistent speed. Wrapping your legs around them as they lean down onto you putting their head into the crook of your neck and breathing heavily. The man kissing your lips, the thrusts only become harder and faster making you moan into their mouth. Hitting your G-Spot perfectly making your eyes water from the pressure building up inside you.

“I’m going to cum” you mange to get out between kisses. Which seemed to only stop the man making you let a groan out as a last kiss was placed on your side before feeling the bed get lighter and hearing their footsteps head towards the door and hearing the knob turn. Trying to undo Nanami’s tie wiggling around and ending up on your stomach you hear footsteps approaching. “Come on, untie me already” you grunt out still trying to untie it yourself. You feel them untie it only to flip you into your back and tie your hands in front of you. Being flipped back onto your stomach your hips be pulled up to have your ass in the air and feeling your arms be pulled down closer to your legs as rope is tied around your ankles and connected to your wrists making you unable to move.

Feeling the man’s thighs touching your ass before feeling his tip line up with a hard thrust into you making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Whoever’s cock it was was filling you up perfectly, fitting in like a puzzle piece. The pace feeling different from the previous man. Your pussy tightening around their cock as they slap your ass with each thrust again causing you to get close to climax and left empty once again letting out a groan “Please more, don’t stop” you say hearing a tsk sound still not being able to tell who it was you feel them enter into you again this time going at a slower pace and not as hard as they were before. Even with the slow pace he’s hitting you perfectly, filling you perfectly. Mewls and moans filling the bedroom from the both of you. You’ve never heard either of the men having their way with you moan before so you still couldn’t tell who was who. The man must’ve felt you getting close again, fully stopping and walking out.

Trying to recuperate from back to back sessions you feel the pressure from the rope on your ankles be released and hands untied. Relaxing your body on your bed you let out a sigh knowing once again the last person to fuck you was still not going to let you cum just yet. But instead of being meet with a slap, or being tied up you feel the man lie next to you pulling you onto his lap to grind onto him. Moving your hips back and forth before holding you up teasing you slightly with their tip before you force yourself down onto their cock. A muffled groan comes from the man as you begin to ride him, taking control and hopeful in mind that you will finally be able to reach your high. Feeling their hands slap on your hips pushing you down harder onto them and lifting their thighs to bounce you up and down onto them.

Heavy breathing from the both of you as he slows down letting you catch your breath. Flipping you onto your back you feel the man hover over top of you kissing your lips softly and slipping back into you getting back into a steady pace making you moan loudly feeling your body shake and a knock on the door interrupting. But instead of the man stopping he picks up the pace of his own, feeling you tighten onto him becoming sloppy as you both reach your climax, him filling you up and plopping onto the bed next to you. The man kisses your forehead before getting up and leaving the bed.

A few minutes seem to pass before your bedroom door opens once again. Sitting up on your knees you feel someone untie the blind fold. Rubbing your eyes and blinking before looking at the 3 grinning men. “So do you know who was who?” Nanami asked to take a spot next to you. “I think it was you first, Toji, and Lastly Gojo” you said proudly. “Not even close darling” Nanami purred into your ear making you blush. “The rotation was Gojo, Nanami, and me” Toji said with a grin on his face feeling proud that he was the one who made you cum and came in you first. “Yeah, yeah you can go do your victory lap later. Did you hear the way she was moaning from me?” Nanami said, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure we can all make her moan just as loud together” Gojo said before biting his bottom lip.

With a nod of approval the other men joined you on the bed touching all over your body, kisses being planted, hickeys being left all over. Toji pushes you down lightly to lay down as he takes his spot next to your head. Gojo and Nanami staying by your legs. Trying to look at each man equally you watch them each stroke at themselves eyeing your like animals. Toji pokes your cheek with his cock making you turn your head toward him wrapping your lips around the tip and licking the slit making him shut his eyes in pleasure. Nanami rubbing your clit as Gojo fingers you slowly curling his fingers making you moan sending vibrations along Toji’s cock.

He begins to fuck your mouth, grabbing a fist of your hair and tugging it. Gojo pumping two fingers into you as Nanami leans his head down, flicking your clit with his tongue. Groans coming from each me and you. Gojo getting onto his knees tapping his dick onto your throbbing cunt before sliding back into you letting out a moan. Nanami sits back and strokes himself patiently waiting for his turn because he wants to hear you moan out his name. Toji and Gojo fucking into you synchronized maxing out your pleasure. “Are you gonna let her moan out my name” Gojo says lifting one of your legs up resting it on his chest as he pumps into you faster and harder as Toji pulls his dick out of your mouth watching saliva run down your chin and cheek. Gojo holds both your legs up as he fucks into you making you moan his name out and cuming onto him as he fills you up.

Gojo gets up from his spot and sits next to the other side of your head. Nanami getting between your legs now, already hard looking at you with hooded eyes. “Look at you, going to be taking 3 dicks at once. So cock hungry. I want to take her from behind.” He said. Flipping onto your stomach you stick your ass into the air as Toji and Gojo stroke themselves watching you look exhausted. Nanami without warning pulls your ass hard and down onto his cock hard hitting your g spot once again filling you completely and perfectly. Without any trouble making you moan out his name he continues to pump into you harder and faster as you take turns licking and sucking on Gojo and Toji. All going at the same pace stroking the two men the 4 of you all cum at the same time swallowing down both Toji and Gojo’s cum.

“Oh so you 2 get to cum twice? I don’t think that’s fair but I’ll let it slide since she looks fucked out of her mind” Nanami said pulling out of you and laying onto the bed all 4 of you catching your breath. Getting up and washing up you come back to see the 3 men cuddled up sleeping leaving you a space in the middle.

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vhschalamet · 2 years

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high

pairing: timothée chalamet x reader

synopsis: timothée makes you feel on top of the world.

word count: 0.6k

warnings: mentions of drug use (duh they're high), lightly edited

a/n: just a lil something i came up with while watching timothée edits on tiktok :p hope u like it as much as i do! <333

timothée coming over was always the highlight of your month. busy schedules and time zones often prevented you from spending much time together. so whenever the opportunity presented itself, you took it with no hesitation.

you two were currently in your bed, the only light source coming from the muted tv positioned next to your bed. timothee's head resting on the pillow, while yours was at the foot of the bed.

you were comfortable. you always were with him. this was something that came easy to you just hours after first meeting. you never expected to become friends with the academy award nominated actor—but you were sure glad your stars aligned.

“do you think you can read my mind?” he asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

he was the one who suggested you two smoked tonight. the smirk plastered on his face was too tempting for you to say no. it was always so fun with him.

laughing out of pure confusion, you respond with a simple “what?”

“like,” he starts, a slight smile playing upon his lips as he struggles to find his words.

that was when the laughter took over.

nothing was particularly funny. the giddiness of the night was just so much you right now—and it felt good to finally let it out.

the excitement quickly filled your body, making you sit up to hold your now aching side.

timothee followed you, his face was littered with confusion. at least from what you could see through your tears. “what’s so funny?” he lightly chuckles.

trying your best to respond but instead finding yourself leaning your head on his shoulder.

his laugh was small at first. a few chuckles here and there. but it was when you snorted, that he joined you. the air between you now hot and happy.

it was a couple more moments before the laughter died down. collecting yourself, you gently wipe the tears from your eyes, a couple giggles spilling out here and there.

high from both the weed and your laughter, timothée takes his turn to nuzzle into you. your pony boy. his curls brushing lightly over your exposed shoulder send chills down your spine. any small touch from him sets you off. heart now fluttering as you try your best to calm yourself. timmy's breath fanning over your skin wasn’t helping.

he lifts his head up slightly, turning it to look you in the eyes. he looked tired. utterly beautiful as the light from the tv bounces off him. and his eyes were full of something you only ever caught glimpses of. something you could only describe as pure love.

his dopey eyes drop down to your lips, your nerves finally catching up to you as you await his next move.

he leaves a gentle peck on your cheek, leaving you disappointed for a moment.

he waits a second before wrapping his arm around your front, pulling you slightly closer to him, you were now fully aware of your contact. eyes back on yours, he smiles ever so slightly. “can i kiss you?” eyes flickering down to your lips.

“yes.” was all you could manage.

your hands slowly find their way to his hair, offering yourself completely to him.

the kiss was soft in the most yearned way possible. he gave everything into this kiss. it was simple, but that’s all you need to know he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

unsure if it was your high or your longing for timothée, but you were absolutely aware of everything.

the way his lips hovered above yours, silently asking if you were sure about this. the burn of his touch, something you’ve only ever dreamed about until now.

everything was him in this very moment.

but he reluctantly pulls way before it can go any further, his gaze on yours. and you could swear his eyes are the prettiest they've ever been as he mumbles, “i’m not sure i can stop, mon ange.”

“then don’t.”

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ravynnwritestrash · 2 years

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I've Loved You Since Eighth Grade (rewrite) Chapter Eight/ Ending

Chapter eight

Word Count: 816

Description: Last chapter!!! I finally finished this thing. I don’t know why it kicked my ass so hard but thank you for sticking with me through this crazy journey.

A/N:

I spent most of the day lounging around my house. Watching whatever is on TV letting the hours tick by. I called Donna and let her know I talked to Jackie and that I wasn’t running away just yet. Now that the sun had just about set I was sitting on my window sill smoking a joint I found tucked away in a stack of old books.

The weed was old and gross. It burned my tongue with each hit but I needed my anxiety to go down. I needed to stop thinking about Hyde and how the longer I stay away the harder it becomes to go back. The phone behind me once again started ringing and I thanked my lucky stars I could Reach it from where I was perched.

“Hello?” I asked watching my joint burn down.

“How long are you planning on staying gone?” it was Hyde any thought I ever had left my brain and I was left there staring at the ground below me as though he was just going to appear there if I didn’t answer right now. “If you don’t start talking I’m coming over.” Fuck. say something. Say anything. “Fine be there in ten.” I heard the click of him hanging p the phone and just let it drop causing it to swing on the cord.

If I was a smarter person I might get out of my dirty PJs and start thinking about what I was going to say. Instead, I slid down from my first-story window, joint still in hand, and walked over to my old swing at the edge of my yard.

As I waited I convinced myself it’s best to have your heart broken in your pjs because you don’t have to worry about heartbreak ruining your favorite shoes or shirt or whatever. Yeah, not getting dressed was a good call. Sleep shorts can’t be ruined and this is Hyde’s sweater anyway so he will probably want it back. I peek inside the sweater to make sure I had some sort of shirt on for my walk of shame back into my house.

“What are you doing?” Hyde’s voice cut through my thoughts causing me to almost fall of the small wooden swing.

“Jesus Hyde! Are you trying to kill me? you have to warn a girl,” he smirked for a second before it was gone again. He started walking behind the swing.

“Says the girl who disappeared for two days after I found out she might actually like me,” he took the joint from my hand and dropped to the ground crushing it under his boot before giving the swing gentle pushes not letting me get too far away.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know what to do or how to handle that, I just froze,” I said looking back at him. He sighed twisting the swing so that I was facing him.

“You’re telling me you want to let Jackie ruin our friendship?” He looked mad. I felt myself starting to panic.

“No. I’m telling you that… I’m scared my feelings for you are going to ruin our friendship.” I couldn’t look at him.

“So, she was telling the truth?” all I could do was nod as I finally looked up at him. He started to laugh and let go of the swing. I stood up ready to walk back to my house.

“You don’t have to laugh at me. Just say you don’t feel the same and leave,” I said backing away. In a second his hands were on my face, gently holding me in place.

“For how long?”

“It’s like she sai-”

“No. I want you to say it” I took a deep breath.

“Hyde, I’ve been in love with you since we were in the eighth grade.” his eyes were searching mine and they must have found whatever they were looking for because in the blink of an eye his lips were on mine and I was melting into his slightly chapped lips.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you out since that stupid eighth-grade writing contest”

“So do it,” I said looking up at him.

“Was kissing you not enough?” his thumb ran across my jaw and I shook my head “Fine. (Y/N), will you please go out with me so I can stop trying to find friendly ways to touch you?” I couldnt help the laugh that escaped me as I nodded. He pulled me into him kissing me one more time, his tongue ran across my bottom lip and he pulled away. “I can taste how shit that weed was,” he joked causing me to smack him in the chest.

“Is that really all you are thinking of when you kiss me?” I joke holding on to the shoulders of his jacket

“No, I was also thinking about how sexy you look in that sweater”

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bruhstories · 3 years

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Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

#connie springer #connie springer x reader #connie x reader #aot #aot x reader #aot smut #aot x you #aot x y/n #connie springer x you #connie springer x y/n #snk #snk x reader #snk smut #snk x you #snk x y/n #connie x you #connie x y/n

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zodiakuroo · 3 years

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yandere boyfie kenma

here’s a poorly written piece detailing one of the terrible fantasies i use to help get me through university featuring kenma and gn!reader

warnings: 18+, mentions of drug use (weed), drugging, manipulation, gaslighting, yandere themes, reader kind of has a panic attack?

ok but like.... dating kenma, at first he’s not exactly neglectful but just.... distant? typical introvert things you know

but as time goes on he gets used to your presence and starts to miss you when you’re not around

you spend every weekend at his place and just take such good care of him like cutting up fruits for him, bringing him snacks and water during his streams and even sucking him off when he’s getting really frustrated

he wants you there all the time but every time he mentions the idea of you moving in with him you shut it down immediately

it’s not that you don’t love him, you say, it’s just a big step that you’re not exactly ready to take yet. so every sunday it’s the same spiel...

“just stay one more night baby please.” he pouts

“kenma i can’t i have work tomorrow.” “I promised my friends we’d have brunch tomorrow.” “i have an early lecture” you try to reason with him. there’s always something and usually he doesn’t press you any further but he’s tired of this

he doesn’t appreciate having to share you with your job or school or friends, he can’t understand why he isn’t enough for you

he hates that it’s come to this, it makes him feel like an absolute creep but seeing as you refuse to even consider his perspective, you leave him no choice

so one sunday morning he surprises you with breakfast in bed with an extra little surprise mixed into your coffee

he scored the little baggie of white pills from his plug, not even bothering to ask what they were called but the dealer assured him that this shit would help you “chill the fuck out”

and half an hour later you’re all soft and giggly and totally spaced out- exactly as promised... your head in your boyfriend’s lap while he plays with your hair, body feeling heavy and warm all over

you look up at him, pupils dilated and dopey grin on your face, he can tell that he’s the only thing on your mind right now, no other thoughts in that pretty little head... yeah he could get used to this...

you wake up the next day, just past midday, brain filled with fog, not really remembering anything from the day before.

you freak out when you check your phone to see it filled with texts, from your friends asking why you weren’t in class, and a single email from your professor because you missed the deadline for huge assignment and are now at risk of failing the module

despite your aching, spinning head, you practically leap out of bed. your stomach is churning and you’re fighting to urge to throw up but manage to stumble into the living room, hoping your boyfriend can help you make sense of the situation

aside from the amnesia, you feel positively awful, kind of like a hangover but so much more visceral

you’re absolutely freaking out when you find kenma, sat in front of the tv, laser focused on the game he’s playing but the sounds of your hysterical crying and hyperventilating grab his attention

he immediately pauses and makes his way over to you, cupping both your cheeks in his soft hands, wiping your tears away with gentle strokes of his thumbs, hushing and cooing at you like one would a child

you try and ask him what happened last night but he can’t really make out anything through the sobs and hiccups

he guides you over to the couch, sitting you down next to him and takes deep breaths with you to help you find your bearings before asking what’s the matter

feeling slightly more grounded, you start to explain how you overslept (even though you didn’t plan on spending the night again), woke up with no memory of what happened yesterday and how you missed your deadline

his face is stoic as always, easily feigning surprise and innocence but he can’t help the pang of guilt he feels when he sees how genuinely distraught you are over this, he didn’t mean to upset you... he just wanted a little more time with you

still he tells you in a sympathetic voice to calm down and that everything will be okay.

he tells you the lie he had come up with beforehand.... that yesterday when he offered to drive you home, you asked him to smoke just one bowl with him and then you’d call an uber instead

but one bowl turned into two and before either of you knew it, you were both too stoned to even move

he assures you that if he had known you had things today, he would have woken you up on time and even reminded you about your submission that night but you didn’t tell him so he let you sleep

he wanted you to chill out and rest up because god knows you deserve it, really he was just trying to be a good boyfriend

“baby relax. we can fix this.” tells you. it’s really no big deal. you can get yourself an extension, he’ll even help you but first you need to relax or else you won’t be able to think straight, all this stress isn’t good for you

he tells you breathe, even guiding you in to a slow, deep rhythm before disappearing into the kitchen to make you a lovely, soothing cup of tea that should help ease your nerves

he crushes up another one of those special little pills into your tea cup smirking to himself as he watches the white powder vanish into nothing

he hands you the tea in exchange for your phone, telling you to calm down while he drafts an apology email to your professor, pleading for an extension

in reality he’s doing nothing of the sort. he’s actually texting your friends, telling them that you’re fine and to leave you alone for the rest of the day (the last thing he wants is them blowing up his phone cause they can’t get a hold of you)

you’re so grateful, you tell him with tears in your eyes “i don’t know what i’d do without you” as you sip down the warm, comforting tea, feeling calm wash over you

he simply smiles and says “you don’t have to worry about anything. ‘m always gonna take care of you.” and before long you’re nice and relaxed like he promised you would be

you’re curled up in his lap, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie while he plays his game, not a care in the world

it’s then that he decides it’s for the best if he just keeps you like this, nice and drugged up for him so you’ll never want to leave

#dark content #so so bad #this is literally what i think about when uni gives me a hard time #sighhhhhh #tw manipulation #tw drugging #tw yandere #haikyuu x reader #kenma hcs #kenma x gender neutral reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu hcs #hq kenma #hq x reader #haikyu x reader

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alphabet-blues · 3 years

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Here it is, chapter one of my baby, my magnum opus. This fic is going to be so long so I hope you guys are buckled up and ready. Each chapter also is accompanied by a literature/media excerpt and five song mini-mix as a YouTube playlist. - Venom

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Title: drowning lessons

Pairing: Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland), and MCU

Chapter: One

Rating: Explicit

Content Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Angst, Depression, References to Depression, References to Drugs, Graphic Drug usage, Addiction, Graphic Usage of Opioids, Dubious Consent, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, brief mentions of forced prostitution, Suicidal Ideation, Suicidal Thoughts, drug overdose, Graphic Depiction of a Drug Overdose, Getting Together, Fluff, Banter, The Euphoria Fic, Blowjobs, Alternate Universe - College/University, Drug Addict Harley, Aged-Up Harley Keener, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Drowning Lessons, Falling In Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Harley Keener Needs a Hug, Underage Drinking, Partying, Purchasing of Drugs, Harley's Nirvana Hoodie is a character

Summary: It all started with a house party and a bad idea, like most things in Harley’s life.

In which Harley takes pills, listens to Nirvana, and doesn't want to be alive anymore.

Falling for Peter is easier than breathing, and also the least of his problems.

(Also known as the Parkner Euphoria Fic)

Mini-Mix 1 for Chapter 1

The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel.

We real cool. We Left school. We

Lurk late. We Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We Die soon.

- Gwendolyn Brooks

It all started with a house party and a bad idea, like most things in Harley’s life.

He was 14, and it was his first party. Well, not his first party, but his first party with actual high schoolers that involved booze that wasn’t snuck out from a parent’s meticulous liquor cabinet. Harley though, didn’t have much of a taste for alcohol.

The smell of beer on people’s clothes was tainted by memories of his Father. He’d had his first beer when he was 10, given to him by his Uncle with strict orders not to tell his Mother. It was bitter, rancid, and burned as it went down and Harley couldn’t understand how people loved this stuff. Or how his Father had chosen this over their family.

The party was a little ways out from the main road and tucked behind a line of trees that led to a few rolling fields of corn. It was October, and there was a slight chill in the air. The corn had been combined at the end of summer, leaving a desecrated patch of land in its wake. By the time next summer rolled around, there would be stalks nearly as tall as Harley. He was fascinated by the cycle of it all.

Technically, there wasn’t supposed to be any freshman at the party, but he had weaseled an invite from his friend Joey’s older brother, Mike, as long as he followed his strict orders to “be cool.” Harley could do that.

When Harley made his way into the house he watched the different crowds of upperclassmen interact. Some were dancing to the loud thumping of the music playing from the speakers by the TV in the living room, while others were huddled into tight groups, either drinking, or passing a joint around. An ache settled inside Harley’s chest.

Harley committed to his role of being a wallflower and held back from all of the groups as he made his way through the house. He had sat on the couch for close to a half-hour when someone passed him a joint and told him to take a hit. Harley did, and was careful not to choke so he didn’t look green at his first-ever real party.

The joint in question got passed around their circle a few more times until someone put it out. At that point, Harley had taken several puffs and was starting to feel light-headed and fuzzy, but in a good way.

The ache in his chest morphed - it spread warmth over Harley’s ribs and clavicle, but it still burned.

Harley floated through the house afterwards, giggling at nothing, and took whatever was offered. He drank something bitter and sour that made him want to hurl before he was passed something sickly sweet but felt like acid as it washed down. When he finally stumbled out of the house he felt a happy buzz wash over him. He could barely feel the cold nip of the air, and goosebumps raised all up along his arms.

He found his bike where he had discarded it on the grass lawn when he arrived. It was hard to see in the dark, especially with his head swimming, but he managed to pull his bike onto the road. The wind of the night air blew through his shaggy overgrown hair as it fell in his eyes. He biked down the eerily quiet streets of his hometown as the persistent aching in his chest eventually subsided, for the first time since it had arrived. No one was around, and his ears were filled with static due to the lack of sound - a sharp contrast from the thudding bass of the party.

He fell off his bike twice before he got home, and winced as his elbow got scratched up from the gravel. But instead of being frightened, he was elated, he couldn't really feel it. He snuck back into his room through the window he kept unlocked for that exact purpose, and made sure to be as quiet as possible, even though the motor functions in his hand were failing him and it took him multiple tries to get his window up.

He changed his clothes, noting how they smelled, and buried them deep into the bottom of his hamper so his Mom wouldn’t get suspicious. When he finally collapsed onto his bed he felt sated. He was warm, and the rocking of his bed from his head spinning as he closed his eyes lulled him to sleep.

It was probably the best sleep he’d gotten in years.

That was the start, but it wasn’t the beginning.

The beginning was not quite a year later, at the start of summer break. He was invited to a pool party by Mike’s friends. As soon as the sun went down they all changed out of their bathing suits and into t-shirts, and shorts. They relocated to Maddy’s basement - the girl who had been throwing the party. Harley was expecting the alcohol, and the weed. He’d gotten used to it by now, and even knew how to roll one of the best joints in town. He kept a stash in a sealed bag buried deep inside his nightstand that he would pull out and smoke in the backyard by the shed whenever things got overwhelming. Or, for when that well-known emptiness crept into his veins, that instead of making him angry, just made him sad, and desolate.

He was used to the weed, but the pills were something new. He was halfway through a joint that he had matched with a girl he vaguely recognized. She had introduced herself as “Tasha” when one of Mike’s friends stumbled over and sat down next to him. Harley passed the joint over to Tasha. His head was swimming pleasantly, and he grinned over at the guy who he was pretty sure was named Toby.

“Look what Jessica’s sister brought,” Toby said excitedly as he held up a baggy with a bunch of tiny perfectly round blue pills. “She’s like the fucking tooth fairy, I swear to God,” He crowed as he handed a pill to Harley and one to Tasha. Tasha glanced over at Harley nervously, and Harley didn’t say anything until Toby left, probably to go distribute the pills to the other partygoers.

Harley looked down at the pill he had clutched in his palm. It had a ‘5’ etched big in the center, with a smaller ‘325’ carved under it. Harley recognized the pills from health class. It was percocet.

Tasha finished the joint and then stubbed it out on a spare plate that everyone had been using as a makeshift ashtray. “I’m gonna go see what Josh is up to,” She told Harley in a small voice before handing him the pill she had been given. “I’m good with just weed.”

Harley nodded dumbly as he watched her scamper off. He took in the scene of the party going on around him as he stared at the now two pills in his hand. It felt like an old cartoon where there was an angel and devil sitting on his shoulder arguing over what he should do. He stared at it for entirely too long before he said, “Fuck it,” and swallowed one down dry. He tucked the other one into his weed grinder for safekeeping, figuring that even if he hated how it made him feel he could probably sell it to someone at school for a couple of dollars.

The next twenty minutes passed slowly as he waited anxiously for it to kick in, to see how it would feel. He didn’t feel anything for the first while and was gonna accuse Jessica’s sister of being an idiot and buying counterfeit pills when it started washing over him in waves. He went out to the back deck where the pool was, and where it was relatively empty. He sat down on the edge as his eyes went half-massed, and the ribbons of euphoria made their way through his bloodstream.

For a blissful while he didn’t feel anything. Nothing at all. He laid out flat, head facing the water, and started swirling circles in it with his pointer finger. He watched for what felt like hours as his finger caused ripples in the pool.

It wasn’t until later, much later, when Joey was helping him into his house quietly, because he was too fucked up to stand, that he pulled the grinder out of his pocket. He opened it once Joey had gone home and looked at the little pill inside of it. Harley didn’t understand alcohol, but he understood this. He would do anything to feel nothing again.

It wasn’t an all-or-nothing type beat, at least in the beginning. It was more gradual. As the low simmer of Harley’s misery built so did his coping mechanisms. It wasn’t until right after he turned 16 that he was sneaking out to parties every single weekend, coming back high, drunk, or sometimes something worse.

He bought from Jessica’s sister for a while until she left town. Then, he bounced around various dealers getting wildly different qualities. He tried a little bit of everything, and never turned down a pill if it was offered. He passed out in so many different basements he lost track. He could tell that his Mom was catching on to his worsening attitude and sunken eyes. Hell, even he had noticed the weight he had lost and how he was able to count most of his ribs without sucking in anymore. None of that mattered. All that mattered was how he could get rid of the emptiness inside of him, even if it was just for a night, or however long the drugs in his system lasted.

He got a job bagging groceries at the mini-mart downtown. Most of the people that he worked with were college burnouts who sold and did drugs whenever they weren’t showing up for a shift. He bought baggies of pills in the parking lot whenever he got off work with the money he made from his minimum wage. He knew that he couldn’t keep up the delicate balance forever, and eventually there would be a tipping of the scales.

It was a month before his 17th birthday when he ran out of money.

He needed a fix so bad that his hands were shaking and he could barely see straight. He had nearly crashed his bike 10 times on his way over to Tyler’s apartment. He wasn’t the best of dudes, but his shit was always pure, and Harley knew he could deliver.

Once Harley climbed up the steps he walked along the railing until he got to the door that led to Tyler’s apartment. He rang the doorbell as he fidgeted with his hoodie and dug his fingers into his palm so hard he nearly drew blood. When Tyler opened the door he followed him inside, chewing on his lip.

Tyler went back to his room as Harley waited anxiously in the foyer. He didn’t have any money, and he didn’t know what he was going to do. All he knew was that he needed another pill. He needed everything to stop. He bit his thumb as he waited for Tyler to come back out. After a few tense moments, Tyler came back out with a baggy full of familiar pills. He sat them down on the coffee table and glanced at Harley expectantly.

“I can pay you back next Friday. That’s when I get paid,” Harley told him, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth.

Tyler sucked on his teeth and grabbed the pills back up, before Harley had a chance to reach for them. “You still owe me for last time.”

Harley’s stomach dropped. “Right. I know that. Just- ... I can pay you back next week.”

Tyler shook his head. “And what’s in it for me?”

Harley’s eyes widened as he took in the setting of what was going on. “W-what do you mean?”

Tyler shrugged. “How bad do you want ‘em, kid?”

Harley bristled, and brought the sleeves of his hoodie down to hide his hands. He wanted to hide from the situation completely, but knew he’d be right back here tomorrow if he didn’t leave with the pills that he needed. “What do you want?”

“I heard you gave Colson head at the bonfire party a few months ago,” Tyler said, as Harley’s face burned. “You any good?”

Harley counted to 10 in his head. He thought about a lot of things in the time it took for him to count. He thought about his Mom, his Dad, and his sister. He thought about his one English teacher from the previous year who always had an absurd amount of faith in him and told him that he was capable of great things if he just put his mind to it. He thought briefly about Tony and his billions of dollars while here he was broke as shit and questioning his morals. He thought about Colson, who he’d had a crush on for a couple of months, who let him blow him at a party and then told him afterwards that he wasn’t gay, and that they probably shouldn’t do it again. Lastly, he thought about how shaky his hands were and how all of this would be over as soon as he got his hand on the pills. There were five in the baggy. If he paced himself he could last until next Friday when he got paid and he would never have to do this again.

With that resolve in mind, he closed his eyes and dropped to his knees.

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When he left Tyler’s apartment he couldn’t stop wiping at his mouth, and how it felt dirty and raw. He got halfway down the street before he let his bike fall to the ground and bent over to wretch into the grass on the side of the road. He didn’t have much in his system so it was mostly just bile, but anything, literally anything, was better than the lingering taste of Tyler’s cum in his mouth that only served to remind him what he had let him do.

Once he gathered his wits back up, he was able to make it to the 7-Eleven that was only a few blocks away from his house. He parked his bike in the bike rack outside half in a daze, feeling like he was no longer inside his body. He went into the bathroom with his hood up, and made sure nobody else was inside. He wiped down the edge of the sink with soap, and dried it meticulously with the thin paper towels from the machine. He took one of the pills out of the baggie and smashed it until it was basically powder. He spread it with his finger into a line on the edge of the sink and snorted all of it in one go.

As soon as he did he felt the immediate head rush and stinging pain in his nasal cavity that made his eyes burn and well up with tears. He grabbed onto the sink for dear life as he took several deep breaths. He looked up and finally made eye contact with himself in the mirror. His hair was a messy tangle, and greasy, on top of his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and his nose was red, as well as his mouth, which looked rubbed raw. In a certain light, it could have been enticing, but Harley knew that he just really looked wrung out.

He glared at his reflection in the mirror until someone else walked into the bathroom. Harley froze in place and waited till the guy took his position at one of the far down urinals. “Whatever,” he whispered to his reflection as he turned around and left the bathroom, wiping at his nose with the bottom of his hoodie sleeve. The moment he reached his bike he felt it start to kick in and he breathed out a sigh of relief as the telltale rush he had gotten used to spread from his head down his shoulders, all the way to his toes as his chest flooded with warmth.

He just had to make it until next Friday, and then everything was going to be okay.

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The thing was, Harley was a pretty angry person. He wasn’t angry all the time, but the slightest thing could set him off. He had a temper like his Dad, and it was always hard to stop himself from doing something rash, or impulsive. His Mom liked to say that he thought with his fists before his head. His anger was more like a low simmer, on a backburner constantly until something set him off and he snapped. It had only gotten worse since he started the pills, but so had everything in his life. He knew he had a problem, but that didn’t mean he wanted to stop.

Harley had been getting into fights at school for almost as long as he could remember. There was a day in elementary school where he had to wait outside the principal's office with a split lip and torn-up knuckles. He could hear his Mom crying through the door, he could hear her saying how tough it had been since Harley’s Dad had left and it made him feel awful. But, it also kind of just made him want to punch stuff more.

Kids at school were mean, but all kids who are growing are mean, and seem to have endless bouts of nasty shit to say. They picked on Harley because he was weird, and nerdy, and his Dad had left. There wasn’t even a divorce like some of the other kids in his class. He didn’t have elusive tales of two Christmases, or weekends at his Dad’s - all he eventually got was Tony Stark showing up in his garage when he was 9, before he fucked off just like everybody else. Sure, he had decked out his garage, but that didn’t mean much. Tony was a fucking billionaire, it was probably the equivalent of him giving a homeless kid on the street a 5 dollar bill.

Harley got better at learning how to deal with his anger. He also got better at not getting punched, and throwing his own. He learned how to hide bloody knuckles, or bloody noses, and only got pulled into the office a handful of times. They made him go to the school counselor and she said it was a coping mechanism; that the violence was a way for him to act out and ask for attention. Harley thought she was mostly a quack who didn’t actually give a shit about the kids she was supposed to be helping. The fighting had been self-defense, but the pills? He could admit that those were probably the coping mechanism.

Harley thought about his school counselor as he locked the door to his room and threw the baggy of pills that he had worked so hard for into his nightstand, under a pile of books he was supposed to be reading for class and knew he never would. He wondered what she would think of him now, or what he had done. He laughed mirthlessly at the picture of her horrified face as he told her that the school system had failed him, just like his Dad, and just like everybody fucking else.

Despite everything, his grades were good. Harley was smart. He knew he was smart, and that was half of his problem. He stopped having to try in school after the second week of 6th grade. He always showed up, and always finished his work though, even if he was working on his projects high out of his fucking mind. He usually wrote his best papers that way.

Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, he thought about his Dad. He thought about what his Dad would say to him and his pills. Maybe an outsider would draw parallels to him and his Father, from one addict to another. He wasn’t anything like his Father, though. Yeah, Harley had a problem, but he was still here, still doing the shit he was supposed to be doing. He was still a functioning member of society as far as he was concerned and hadn’t ran away as soon as things had gotten tough. His Father was a coward and that’s all he’d ever be.

Sometimes though, sometimes, in the dead of night when he was shaking and sweating from either a comedown, or withdrawal, he would try to discern if his Dad would be sad, if he even gave a shit at all. He wondered if he would be disappointed.

Whenever those thoughts took hold he would just text one of his friends to see if a party was going on, and there usually was. He’d smoke a joint, or take a pill that was offered and suddenly he’d forget all about the thoughts that had previously been consuming him.

But the thing about all of his anger is that he would gladly take it over the sadness. There was a hole inside of him. He wasn’t quite sure when it formed, but it was there. It threatened to consume him whole on nights he was alone and could only stare at the popcorn ceiling of his bedroom. The only time when he didn’t feel empty was when he had some chemical pumping through his veins. So that became his thing.

He couldn’t ignore though, how it was hurting everyone he loved. Abbie and his Mom never said anything, but sometimes it was like they knew. They would give him a look with their sad eyes like they wanted to help him, like they somehow had the capability to heal him. When he came home on certain nights, pupils blown and speech slurred, his Mom would look at him like he was his Father.

Maybe he was slowly becoming his Father.

Either way, it hurt, and he couldn’t stop. The only thing that didn’t hurt anymore was the dizzying rush he got whenever he snorted the pills that he had come to love so much.

There was one night that Harley could remember. He had slammed his bike on the front porch a little hard, and had made a little too much noise coming in through the window of his bedroom. He was high as shit and the world was thick, but buzzing around him. He changed out of his jeans into an undershirt, his hands fumbling and not working right, like they were no longer connected to his brain. When he finally finished his task he stumbled out into the hallway to go to the bathroom before he could pass out for school in the morning.

As soon as he got to the door of the bathroom he could hear his Mom talking in the living room, and he froze. Her voice was muffled, but he could still make out what she was saying. It sounded like she was on the phone with someone, which wouldn’t be an unusual occurrence for her, especially at this time of the night. It always made Harley smile whenever he would come home and she would be gabbing excitedly with one of her girlfriends, or spilling town gossip. This time, however, Harley could tell she wasn’t chatting with her friends.

“He’s just been so withdrawn. I know he sneaks out of the house almost every night and I don’t know if I should let him have his freedom or be concerned.” Harley heard her say, her voice sapped, and weary. “He’s so bright. You know that. I’m worried that’s going to be what gets him.” She paused for a while, so someone else on the phone must have said something. Harley took that time to let his head fall against the door of the bathroom.

Harley had a feeling the conversation was about him and it made him sick. His fuzzy brain was taking in all the words she was saying and knew that he didn’t want her to feel that way. He didn’t want her to worry. But he also couldn’t stop. His brain was whirring all the time and the only thing that ever gave him peace; a fucking reprieve, stopped the voice in his head - the one that sounded like his Father, the one that told him he was a waste of space, that he was nothing - were the pills that he took, or snorted, whichever was easier, or quicker, really. At least when he was high he was a good nothing.

“No, I know. And he’s so good sometimes. He’ll be happy and chatty, and he’s always been so good with Abbie...it could just be a teenager thing. Sometimes I’m just at a loss. I know he needs something, but I don’t know what that is.”

The world to stop turning, Harley thought, with a sudden flash of vengeance. If there was one thing he could write on his Christmas list it would be for the world to stop turning, and for him to stop breathing. But that would definitely cause his Mom more concern and he didn’t want that.

He didn’t want to listen to the conversation anymore, so he made sure to open the bathroom door obviously, and took a few stomping steps inside, hitting his hand on the counter in the process, that way she would be alerted to his presence in the hallway.

He couldn’t make out her voice after that.

Harley stared at his face in the mirror. He took in his red eyes, pupils swallowing his irises, skin pale and sickly. At one point he might have been something to look at, with sweeping blonde hair, and a crooked grin that his Mom used to always pinch and say was her favorite.

He didn’t look like that anymore.

He didn’t even look like himself anymore. His outside finally matched his inside - a hollow shell of someone pretending to be a person.

When he got out of the bathroom his Mom was no longer on the phone, and he couldn’t pretend to be anything other than absolutely exhausted, so he shuffled into his room and fell back onto his bed. He played the words she had said on the phone call over and over again in his head until he fell asleep.

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Harley was smart, brilliant, actually, that was the thing. School was a breeze, but he knew that even though he kept his grades up, every time he snuck back in through his bedroom window his Mom was disappointed in him. He knew that she had no idea what he was doing, but she also wasn’t stupid, and somehow knew he was close to doing something that would throw his life away.

If only she knew that this was the only way he could keep on living. If only she knew he probably would have slit his wrists in the bathroom if those tiny little blue pills hadn’t kept him company, and drove away all the malicious clawing thoughts that flickered through his brain constantly.

Harley had an affinity for building things. He also had an affinity for hacking, which would have been worrisome if he wasn’t good enough to hardly ever get caught. After he burned his bridges with Tyler he started exploring his other options. Hacking into the local hospital’s database was so easy it was almost laughable.

He quickly learned it was going to be a dead-end because they kept all their opioids in a Pill-O-Matix which was an automatic drug dispenser that used doctors’ credentials to unlock it. Even if Harley could somehow bypass it he would have to disable the security cams, and it wasn’t something he could do on a regular basis. It wasn’t worth it.

After that, he did some digging into his local pharmacy, but that was mostly a dead end as well. Their computer systems were out of date, but most of their pill tracking was manual, as it was a tiny small-town pharmacy. If any of their opioids went missing they would surely be noticed.

So Harley started bouncing around dealers again. He knew it was dangerous. But the hole inside of him was just as, if not more dangerous, so he knew what he had to do. He got shitty pills from freshmen with older siblings that dealt; who didn’t know the worth of what they were selling. On one occasion he got a set of pills of oxy that were cut with speed that made his heart race and he felt like he was having a low-grade heart attack for hours.

He didn’t want to be this way - a junkie. But he found something that worked when nothing else had. He could feel himself getting worse and worse and knew rock bottom was just around the corner. But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t know if it was a sick desire to actually hit rock bottom and to see what that felt like, or if his own self-control had finally waned to a point of no return.

It all came to a head a week before his high school graduation.

Graduation parties were popping up all over the place, and Harley wasn’t about to miss any of them. It wasn’t so much that he wanted to see his friends (friends that he could barely even call friends anymore because he didn’t really talk to anyone who wasn’t going to eventually sell him drugs).

It wasn’t even that he wanted to have a nostalgic cry fest with all the people who had tortured him his entire adolescence. He just wanted to get as smashed as possible so he could forget everything. Then he wouldn’t have to think about college, which he couldn’t afford, or all of the stress that came with being on the cusp of adulthood.

He could tell that something was off as soon as he took the first pill. He got high quicker than usual, and he also felt higher than what was normal. He relished the buzz, every second of it, and used his impairment as an excuse as to why he took another one, and another one once it was offered. He was never one to turn down free drugs. By the time the third one kicked in he could barely walk outside. He must have fallen on the grass lawn because one minute he was looking at the driveway that led to the house, and the next minute he was blinking up at the night sky.

He didn’t even realize that he was puking until someone was rolling him over with a bruising grip on his arms and back. The bile that had been clogging his throat rose and fell out of his mouth as he heaved and heaved. He puked into the grass for what felt like ages until he tried to focus his eyes and could only make out a vague blob of a person standing over him.

“Fuck, Harley,” he could hear the voice saying, but it was distant. It sounded like they were crying, but he couldn’t figure out why they would be crying. Harley opened his mouth to speak but when he did he only choked on bile once again until he was forced to spit it out in the grass.

A loud ringing was in his ears and all the talking he could hear was muffled and unintelligible. He started shivering violently and couldn’t stop. The hand that was holding him reached for something in the pocket of his jeans but Harley could barely feel it. He came back to himself enough to glance over with glassy eyes and recognized the person as Joey. Fuck. He shouldn’t be seeing him like this.

Joey had a phone pressed to his ear, and Harley tried to piece all the details together to figure out what was going on but it was hard to think. All he could feel was the sudden pounding in his head and how his whole body ached in a way that made him feel like he had just been run over by a semi.

It could’ve been hours later, or only a few minutes, time was passing weird for Harley. But suddenly he was seeing his Mom. She was pale as a ghost as her face floated in front of him, blocking his view of the night sky. “Mom?” Harley said, not quite believing what was in front of him. Just saying those words scratched against his raw throat and suddenly Harley was so, so tired. All he wanted to do was go to sleep and never wake up.

“Harley, baby.” His Mom said, her cool hands pressed against his face. He was burning up. When did that happen? “What did you take? We need to know what you took.”

“I didn’t take anything,” Harley mumbled out, his words barely coming out as sounds or words. His Mom must have understood because her face turned thunderous.

“What did you take!” She yelled, her voice turning shrill as she screamed. Harley winced and his eyes fell shut until someone was shaking him, causing him to blearily open his eyes again. His Mom and Joey were like little pale-faced moons over his head as he could hardly make out the details of their faces, or why they were looking at him like that, or why they were so concerned. Couldn’t Harley just go to sleep?

“...hospital,” He heard his Mom say distantly. Then jerkily he was being pulled up by two pairs of hands until he was upright. The movement jostled him and his head fell back painfully like a rag doll. The sudden motion caused him to start puking again, and he bent over and heaved on an empty stomach which only made his throat feel like it had been hacked at with razor blades. Every inch of his body hurt.

He didn’t realize he had been put into a car until he was laying in the backseat while Joey held his head, probably to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit again. This was one of his worst nightmares. He could hardly think but suddenly he was stuck in a spiral of guilt so strong that it choked him even further. He could taste the bile he had been throwing up all over his mouth and tongue, and could hear his Mom crying from the front seat.

He was so sorry.

Nobody should be seeing him like this. All he wanted was to go home and pretend like none of this was even happening.

“I’m sorry,” Harley said, even though it was hard for him to talk. He wasn’t sure if he was talking to his Mom, Joey, or possibly both. “I’m sorry,” he kept saying in between the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

That was the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep.

| | |

When Harley woke up he was in a brightly lit hospital, and was lying in a bed. He had various wires hooked to his arms and he felt like death warmed over. Once he was able to blink through the blinding lights and focus on the room he noticed Abbie and Mom, both sound asleep in their own respective guest chairs. A lump formed in his throat as it settled in his bones what had happened.

| | |

After his Mom woke up they fought for what felt like hours. Eventually, it led to her crying as she said she didn’t know what to do. The pills Harley had taken at the party had been laced with fentanyl, and they had caused him to OD. The doctors had told her that he showed signs of having a long-term opioid addiction and would have to go through detox before he would be released. Harley had denied it vehemently until his Mom had told him to cut the bullshit.

In the time that it had taken him to recover he had missed graduation, and hadn’t been able to walk across the stage like the rest of his classmates. Harley pretended that it didn’t sting.

It was clear that his Mother didn’t know what to do with him, and Harley didn’t know what hurt worse, the fact that she looked at him differently now, or the fact that he had hurt her so deeply. It wasn’t until he went through the detox with gritted teeth and false promises that he would stay clean that he knew nobody really believed, that he was able to go home.

When Harley got to his room, he stopped short in the doorway and stared. All of his stuff had been packed up into bags that were sitting on his bed. He turned to look at his Mom, who was only a few feet behind him, with betrayal and fear. Was she kicking him out?

Instead of answering him right away, her eyes trained on a picture that was hung up in the hallway, just a little ways down from the entryway to Harley’s bedroom. It was a baby picture of him. His blonde hair was platinum then, but still tangled at the top of his head like a bird's nest, and he had a wide smile on his face that was completely toothless and all gums. He could see the tears welling in his Mom’s eyes as she turned back to face him.

“When you first mentioned that you wanted to take a gap year I got in touch with Tony. He gave me his number years ago and said to call if we ever needed him. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if the number was still going to work. I thought it might do you good to go and see him.” Her voice trembled then, “Lord knows he has more resources than I do.” A tear trickled down her cheek, but she continued. “I know you’re not happy here, baby. You haven’t been happy for a while, and I don’t...I don’t know what to do.”

Harley tried to let her words sink in, but they weren’t making any sense. “Since when does Tony give a shit about me?”

“Oh sweetie,” His Mom said, eyes sad. “He’s always been keeping tabs on you. He wants what’s best for you.” She seemed to gather herself together then, and her voice was less wobbly when she said, “I think a change of scenery will do you good. You have a flight to New York tomorrow morning, so you should probably get some rest.”

Harley balled his hands into fists at his sides and glared at the bags that had been packed for him. He was a problem who was being shipped off to New York because his Mom no longer knew how to handle him. He wasn’t sure what Tony fucking Stark was going to be able to do for him. The fact that he had been keeping up with Harley and how he was doing hit him as a shock because he genuinely thought that the man had forgotten about him, or at least, didn’t care for him anymore. He didn’t know how to handle the information that not only did Tony in fact care about him, but cared about him enough to open his home to him and want to help him.

“And what if I don’t want to go to New York?” Harley tested, because he always had to push.

His Mom only pursed her lips sadly. “It’s not negotiable.” She closed his door then, he guessed to give him a semblance of privacy. Not like it mattered, he was sure his room had been cleaned of all his stashes, and all his shit was packed up anyway.

Harley punched his pillow repeatedly, and screamed into it a few times before he ended up curled up in his bed and staring unblinkingly at the wall. If he was miserable in Tennessee he doubted New York was going to be much better.

Thanks for reading! This fic means so much to me and I can’t wait to hear the response to it, and post more :)

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Unexpected Encounters (Eren Yeager x Reader)

Part 4: Nice To See You

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Smut, some alcohol and recreational drug use (just weed), and language

A/N: Surprise haha! I got this up earlier than expected. I hope you enjoy, as always! (also, this will make sense when you read, but just imagine what color Eren’s LED lights are cause I couldn’t decide lmao.)

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You stared at your phone.

Contact Name: Eren Yeager.

He had given you his number two days ago, right before he left for his shift at the café after you two met at the gym.

“Text me!” Eren had said.

It was Friday now, and you still hadn’t texted him.

You desperately wanted to see him again, but you had been rather busy for the past couple of days. Classes and work had you distracted, and had also left you with insufficient time to hang out with Eren over the week.

Since it was Friday, however, you found yourself with some extra free time and the whole weekend ahead of you.

Earlier you had dinner with Historia and Ymir, and now you were back in your dorm, staring at your phone. You couldn’t help but wonder what Eren was doing. With a free Friday night ahead of you, it was the perfect time to ask Eren to hang out—all you had to do was press a few buttons on your phone.

Historia wasn’t in your dorm, so you were in the room alone. You looked at your phone for a few more seconds, took a deep breath, and pressed the “call” button.

After a few rings, you heard Eren pick up the phone.

“Hello?” he said.

You took another deep breath and then spoke.

“Hi, Eren,” you said.

You heard music in the background, but Eren turned it down when he heard your voice on the other end of the line.

“Oh, hey!” Eren replied, saying your name in mild surprise.

You smiled when you heard him speak.

“How are you?” you asked

You heard Eren laugh softly and then say, “Pretty good. I wasn’t expecting you to call.”

“Sorry it took me so long. I’ve just been really busy,” you said apologetically.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he said. “I get it.”

His understanding tone made you smile, and you were very glad that you had decided to call him.

“Well, I’m not busy now,” you told him. “Are you doing anything tonight?”

Eren didn’t say anything for a moment as he considered your question.

“Jean and I were gonna hang out with some people at the house,” Eren said. “Do you want to come?”

You considered the offer. The last time you went to that house had ended with you and Eren locked in a passionate embrace in the basement, and the idea of going back sounded fun.

“You can bring some of your friends if you want,” Eren added after a moment, sounding hopeful.

You nodded your head even though he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah. That sounds good,” you said.

“Good,” Eren replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

He told you what time to get there and to text him when you did, and then you both said goodbye.

After you hung up, you heard the door to your room open. You saw Historia walk in with Ymir behind her.

When you looked up, Historia smiled and walked over to you.

“Guess what,” she said.

You looked at her in confusion, not sure why she was so happy.

“Ymir and I ran into Jean a few minutes ago,” Historia said, “and he told me that some people are going over to the house to hang out tonight. He invited us and wanted to make sure we told you.”

You laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, I already know about it, but I appreciate you thinking of me,” you told her.

Historia smiled again and walked over to her side of the room with Ymir. Eren had said you could bring friends tonight, so you took out your phone and made a chat with Hitch and Annie to see if either of them wanted to come.

Hitch responded with an enthusiastic, “Yes!”, but Annie said she had other plans for the night.

“So, are you going to go?” Historia asked you after you replied to Hitch and Annie’s messages.

You looked at her and nodded.

Historia smiled knowingly and said, “Thought so.”

You knew what she was implying by that comment—that she knew exactly who you would see there—but you couldn’t even bring yourself to deny the fact that Eren was the main reason why you wanted to go.

You had just under an hour before it was time to go, and you walked over to your dresser to pick out an outfit. You spent longer than usual looking at your clothes, putting together different outfits. Eventually, you decided to wear your favorite shirt and pants, setting them aside for later.

After about a half-hour of watching Netflix, you got out of your bed to go to the bathroom to change and get ready for the night. Historia and Ymir were getting ready in your dorm, and when you got back from the bathroom, they both looked at you and smiled.

“What?” you asked.

“You look amazing!” Historia exclaimed.

You looked down at your outfit, suddenly feeling a hint of embarrassment.

“Is it too obvious?” you asked.

Ymir smirked and said, “Who cares? You look great.”

You smiled at them, feeling reassured. “Thanks, guys.” After you put on your shoes, you sprayed some perfume over yourself for good measure and then texted Hitch to ask if she was ready.

Once she confirmed that she was, you, Historia, and Ymir left your dorm to meet her in the hallway. You saw Hitch waiting by her door, and when she heard you come out of your room, she looked up and waved.

“Ready to go?” you asked.

Hitch nodded and joined you, Historia, and Ymir as you walked out of the dorm building.

The four of you walked across campus until a familiar house came into view. You could already feel yourself becoming nervous as you walked up to it.

Since it was early, the house wasn’t open to everyone yet, so there wasn’t anyone standing at the door to let people in. You needed a special key to get into the house, similar to the one you had to use to get into your dorm building, so someone would have to come down to let you in.

“Jean said to text him when we got here,” Historia said, taking out her phone.

You decided to text Eren a message of your own, letting him know that you had arrived with a simple: Here :).

A second later, you felt your phone buzz with a reply from Eren, but then you got distracted as the door to the house opened.

“Hey there!” Jean said, smiling in a way that let you know that he was most definitely not sober.

“Thanks for inviting us!” Historia said brightly.

“Of course!” Jean exclaimed, opening the door wider and gesturing for you all to come in.

Instead of going to the basement like you had last time, you followed Jean as he led you and your friends towards the main set of stairs which led to the upper floors of the house. You saw guys in the frat moving about, getting prepared for the masses of people that were soon to enter their house.

When you got to the second floor, you walked through the hallway until you got to the room at the end. You could hear music coming from inside and people talking.

“Somehow, Connie managed to get the best room in the house,” Jean said, rolling his eyes as he opened the door.

You let Historia and Ymir go in first, while you and Hitch followed behind them.

Once you stepped inside, you looked around and saw that Connie’s room was more of a suite than a room. It was big for just one person, with more space than the other rooms on the floor since it was at the end of the hallway.

There was R&B music playing over a small speaker, and the room was bathed in a soft light.

You looked to your left and saw a boy with short hair playing a video game that was connected to a TV. You assumed that he must be Connie since you had never actually met him. To your surprise, the girl from the café, Mikasa, was leaning on the wall close to the TV watching Connie’s progress in the game.

“Let’s get something to drink!” Hitch said, making you look away from the TV.

You nodded and followed her to the other side of the room where there was a small folding table that had cups and different bottles of alcohol sitting on top of it. Ymir and Historia were already standing by the table talking to Reiner and his friend.

As you walked towards them, you noticed that one of the windows in the room was open and that someone was sitting on the ledge. You quickly realized that it was Eren.

His back was against the side of the window frame, and one of his legs was bent and resting in front of him on the ledge. He was holding something between two of his fingers. You watched as he brought it to his mouth and inhaled, blowing the resulting cloud of smoke out of the window.

You felt your heart start to beat faster as you looked at him. He was just wearing a simple black shirt and grey sweatpants, but you thought he had never looked better. You heard Hitch call your name, prompting you to choose a drink. Eren must have heard her because he turned his head to look in your direction.

Eren smiled when he saw you, and then he stood up. He extinguished the joint he’d been smoking and placed it on an ashtray before walking over to you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Eren said when he was standing next to you.

You laughed and picked up a can of hard seltzer from the table.

“You too. Funny we keep running into each other like this,” you replied, mimicking Eren’s words from the party where you two shared your first kiss.

Eren laughed, knowing that this was the first time you had actually expected to see each other, and then he casually placed a hand on your shoulder. He moved his mouth closer to your ear.

“I’m glad you came,” Eren said softly, so only you could hear him.

You closed your eyes for a split second, all of the memories from what happened in the locker room with him rushing back as you felt him so close to you.

“Me too,” you replied.

Eren smiled and then squeezed your shoulder lightly. He looked across the table to where Reiner and his friend were refilling their drinks.

“Have you met Reiner and Bertholdt?” Eren asked.

You finally had a name for Reiner’s friend, and Reiner inclined his head in your direction when he heard Eren speak, while Bertholdt gave you a warm smile.

You smiled at them in return, and then introduced yourself officially.

“Nice to meet you,” Bertholdt said after you told him and Reiner your name. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

You were surprised to hear that, so you looked at Eren and saw that his cheeks had turned the faintest shade of pink. Your heart warmed at the thought of Eren talking about you to his friends.

“Is that so?” you asked, now grinning at Eren.

He wouldn’t make eye contact with you, and your smile turned soft when you realized that he was actually embarrassed. It was a cute look on him.

You lightly brushed your fingers along Eren’s arm to reassure him that there was nothing to be embarrassed about and that you were happy to hear he thought you were important enough to talk about with his friends.

Eren finally looked at you when he felt you touch his arm, and when he saw the soft smile on your face, he relaxed slightly.

“Yo, Connie, are we going to play or what?” Jean shouted as he walked up to the table where you and Eren were standing.

Hitch had walked across the room to chat with Mikasa, but she ran up to the table when she heard Jean.

“Ooh, what are we playing?” she asked.

“Beer pong,” Jean replied as he began to move everything off of the table.

You heard the noise from the TV stop, and Connie walked over to the table to help Jean set up for the game. They placed red plastic cups in a triangle formation on either end of the table and then filled them.

“Do you want to play?” Eren asked.

You thought about it for a moment before saying, “I think I’ll just watch for now.”

Eren nodded, and then looked behind him at the couch that was situated against one of the walls.

“Want to sit?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said, and followed Eren towards the couch. As you walked, you opened your can of hard seltzer and took a drink.

Eren let you sit down first, and then he sat next to you. He angled his body on the couch so he was facing you.

You took one more drink and put the can on the floor in front of you. You looked at the table and saw that Hitch and Ymir had formed a team for the game and were playing against Reiner and Bertholdt. Mikasa and Historia were chatting and watching the game, while Jean and Connie explained the rules.

“You don’t want to play?” you asked Eren.

He shook his head and looked at the table where the game had started.

“Nah,” he replied. “It’s not my favorite game.”

You nodded, and then Eren turned his head to look at you.

“Besides,” he said, “I think I’d much rather sit here and talk to you.”

You smiled at Eren shyly in response, feeling your body become warm. You subtly moved closer to him on the couch. Eren noticed, and he also moved closer to you.

“I honestly still can’t believe that we go to the same school,” you told him.

Eren laughed and said, “Me either. It’s kinda funny how that happened.”

You heard Hitch make a noise of celebration, and you looked to see that Ymir had scored against Reiner and Bertholdt by throwing a ping pong ball into one of the cups on their side of the table. As per the rules of the game, Reiner drank the liquid from the cup Ymir had scored in.

“Who do you think is going to win?” Eren asked, laughing at Reiner’s expression as he downed the beer in the cup.

“Definitely Ymir and Hitch,” you replied.

Eren nodded in agreement, and then leaned back on the couch and casually draped his arm behind your shoulders. You raised an eyebrow at him, but Eren just smiled innocently. In response, you moved further back on the couch and settled into his arm.

You could feel the warmth from Eren’s body, and you didn’t think you’d ever felt more comfortable in your entire life.

“How are your classes? You said you’ve been busy,” Eren asked.

You nodded and turned your head to look at him.

“Yeah. I have a paper that I’ve been working on for my literature class,” you replied.

“That doesn’t sound fun,” Eren said.

You laughed and bent down to pick up your drink. You took another sip before replying.

“No. Not at all,” you said, and then added, “How about you?”

Eren shrugged his shoulders and said, “My classes are alright. Practice, on the other hand, has been kicking my ass.”

“When did you start playing soccer?” you asked, happy that you were getting the chance to learn more about him.

Eren tilted his head and thought for a moment.

“I think I started during my last year of junior high?” he said.

“So you played in high school, then?” you asked.

Eren nodded and then grinned.

“So many questions,” he said, and gently poked you in the side.

You swatted his hand away and Eren laughed.

“I didn’t see you for, like, six years,” you said indignantly. “You’ve changed, so sorry if I want to know some things.”

Eren raised his eyebrows.

“Oh? How have I changed?” he asked.

His question caught you off guard. There were a lot of things about Eren that had changed during the time you were apart, but you weren’t sure what to tell him.

“Uh, well, you play soccer now, which is new,” you said after a moment. “And you, uh, look different.”

You really hoped that Eren was going to drop the subject, but he grinned and leaned the slightest bit closer to you.

“Really?” he replied. “How so?”

You looked away from Eren and felt your body become hot.

“Well, you already know how I feel about the long hair,” you said after a moment. “And, uh, you just look different overall. It’s a good different—attractive different, I guess some might say.”

You didn’t even have time to process what you had just said before you felt Eren’s hand brush against yours. You hesitantly looked at him, feeling a tension start to build in the air between you and him.

Eren looked into your eyes for a second before asking, “Would that ‘some’ include you?”

You knew there was no point in denying it, so you nodded your head slowly.

“You know it does,” you said softly.

Eren smiled, and then used the arm he had around your shoulders to bring you closer to him.

“That’s good to know,” Eren said, and you could hear his voice right next to your ear. “And for the record,” he continued, “’some’ might say you’re attractive as well.”

You felt your heart start to race at his words, and you gave him a shy smile.

“That’s good to know,” you said.

Eren returned your smile, and you both became lost in each other’s gaze for a moment until Connie’s voice caused you to look away from each other.

“How the fuck did you miss that?!” Connie yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Jean.

It appeared that Hitch and Ymir had won their game against Reiner and Bertholdt, and were now playing against Connie and Jean.

“So it’s my fault that I missed?” Jean yelled back.

“Duh! Who else’s fault would it be?!”

“I’m your teammate, why are you yelling at me?!”

“Cause I want to win, and you suck at this!”

“What’d you say?!”

Before you knew what was happening, Jean and Connie were wrestling each other on the floor, knocking cups off of the table in the process. You couldn’t help but laugh at the amusing sight.

“Does this happen a lot?” you asked Eren.

He laughed and nodded in response.

“Yeah. Usually it’s Jean and I, though,” he admitted.

You were about to say something in response, but then you saw that Connie and Jean had stood up and were moving closer to you and Eren. They weren’t paying attention to their surroundings, and Jean shoved Connie backward right into the couch.

The couch was small, so Connie would have landed right on top of you had Eren not grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap.

“Shit, sorry,” Connie said with an apologetic smile on his face.

“It’s okay,” you replied, huffing out a laugh.

Connie looked at you, and then at Eren. He seemed to be piecing together who you were.

“I’m Connie, by the way. I swear we’re not always like this,” he said.

You smiled at Connie and told him your name.

He looked between you and Eren again and said, “Thought so.”

You couldn’t see him, but behind you, Eren rolled his eyes at being exposed yet again for talking about you to his friends.

“Are you guys done being stupid? Can we play?” Ymir called from the table.

Connie mumbled something under his breath and stood up. He lightly punched Jean’s shoulder as they walked back to finish the game.

It was only when Connie and Jean were gone that you realized that you were still sitting on Eren’s lap. He had his hands on your waist, and you sat for a second, debating whether or not you should move.

“Sorry about that. They’re idiots,” Eren said, and took his hands off of you to give you the opportunity to move if you wanted.

You didn’t move, however, and twisted your body so you could see Eren’s face.

“It’s fine, really. They seem like fun,” you replied.

Eren smiled, relieved that you didn’t hate his friends already. You smiled back, and then realized that you had been holding your drink this whole time. You leaned forward to put it back on the floor.

As soon as you put it down, you registered the position you had put yourself in. Eren was still sitting upright on the couch, and you were bent down in front of him, still sitting on his thighs. Your shirt had ridden up slightly when you bent over, and Eren’s eyes were fixed on the strip of bare skin on your back that was showing.

You sat back up slowly. When you were sitting upright again, you moved your ass back further onto Eren’s thighs. His hands moved back to your waist.

“There’s a whole couch, you know,” Eren said, his lips right next to your ear.

You grinned and adjusted yourself on Eren’s lap. You heard him make a soft noise when you did so.

“I’m aware,” you replied.

Everyone else in the room was either focused on the game or doing their own thing, so no one noticed when Eren moved his hands under your shirt. His fingers brushed against the bare skin above the waistline of your pants.

You felt your breathing become more rapid, and the light touch of Eren’s fingers on your skin set all of your nerves on fire.

You didn’t think that Eren was going to go any further, but then you felt him subtly, but purposely, lift his hips. It was a small movement, but it was enough to let you feel the sensation of his hips grinding into your ass.

You grabbed the hands he had under your shirt and tried to steady yourself. Your efforts were in vain, however, because Eren leaned forward to place a quick kiss to the back of your neck. You reached your breaking point.

“Eren,” you said, your voice almost a whisper.

“Yes?” he asked, saying your name.

You took a deep breath and then turned to face him.

“I think I’d like to see your room,” you told him.

Eren smiled and laced his fingers with yours.

“I’d love to show you,” he said.

You moved off of Eren’s lap and then you both stood up. Still holding his hand, you followed Eren quietly out of Connie’s room. If anyone noticed the two of you sneaking out, they didn’t say anything.

You could hear music and the sound of people talking coming from downstairs as Eren led you down the hallway. When he got to a particular door, he let go of your hand and took a key out of the pocket of his sweatpants.

“After you,” Eren said once he unlocked the door.

The overhead light in Eren’s room was turned off, so his room was lit by the strip of LED lights attached to the wall, and by the light coming in from the window.

You smiled as you looked around the room. There were posters of Eren’s favorite bands and sports teams on the walls, and there were other items around the room that gave it a distinctly “Eren” feel.

Eren shut the door and walked over to you.

“I hope it’s not too messy,” he said, scratching the back of his neck as he looked around the room.

You stepped closer to him and smiled.

“It’s perfect,” you replied

You wouldn’t even care if his room was messy. As long as Eren was here, everything was perfect.

Eren relaxed, and then he moved one of his hands forward to interlace his fingers with yours.

“I’m glad you decided to call me,” Eren said quietly.

“Me too,” you replied.

You weren’t sure who moved first after that, but it didn’t matter. As if there was some force pulling you together, you both slowly moved your faces closer while looking into each other’s eyes.

You sighed happily when you finally felt Eren’s lips meet yours. Eren smiled into the kiss and moved his hands to place them on your waist.

The kiss was gentle at first, the two of you moving your lips softly against each other. You wrapped your arms around Eren’s neck and brought your body even closer to his. The hands Eren had on your waist moved under your shirt, and you made a soft noise as you felt them run across the bare skin just above the waistline of your pants.

The kiss turned heated after that. Your breathing became heavy as you felt Eren’s tongue brush against yours. His hands moved from your waist and ran along your stomach before resting on your chest. You felt so warm from Eren’s touch, and you decided that there were way too many layers of clothing between you and him.

Eren smiled when he felt your hands move to the hem of his shirt. He lightly tugged on your lower lip with his teeth before starting to walk towards his bed. You let him move you backwards, your lips still attached, until you felt the back of your knees hit the bed.

You separated your mouth from Eren’s and sat down. Eren remained standing, his green eyes entirely focused on you. You watched in anticipation as Eren brought his hands to the hem of his shirt. He tugged it over his head and then threw it onto the ground once it was off. You inhaled sharply as you slowly looked down at the defined muscles of Eren’s stomach. His sweatpants were hanging low, so you could see his sharp v-lines leading under his pants.

Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and placed one of your hands on Eren’s torso. You felt his muscles flex under your touch as you ran your hand along his abs. When your hand reached his chest, you stopped and looked up at him. Eren had a smug expression on his face, clearly pleased by your appreciation of his body.

“Like what you see?” Eren asked, mimicking his words from the gym.

“Very much,” you replied.

Eren smiled and then grabbed both of your hands. He moved forward onto the bed so he was on top of you and had your arms pinned on either side of your head.

You looked at Eren for a moment, appreciating the way he looked kneeling over you, and then leaned up to kiss him. He responded right away, his tongue dipping into your mouth. You moved your hands in Eren’s grip to let him know that you wanted him to let go so you could touch him.

Eren released your arms, and your hands immediately moved to his back to feel the smooth, muscled skin there. Eren moved his head and began to kiss along your neck and jaw. His hair was tied up, so you moved your hands to the hair at the back of his neck. Eren hummed in appreciation when he felt your fingers run through the soft strands of his hair.

Continuing to kiss your neck, Eren moved his hands to the hem of your shirt. He pushed it up so your stomach was exposed, and then he moved his mouth off of your neck to look at you for a second.

You smiled at him and pulled the shirt over your head. Eren’s eyes looked over your exposed skin, and you felt yourself become shy under his gaze.

“This what you had in mind when you called?” Eren asked.

“Uh, I don’t really know what I had in mind,” you said. “I just wanted to see you.”

A beautiful smile spread across Eren’s face, and he leaned down to kiss you. You realized that both you and he still had shoes on, so you quickly kicked yours off and moved back further onto the bed. Eren took off his sneakers and then climbed back on top of you.

He began to kiss your neck again, and then he slowly moved his way down your body. He kissed the place where your neck and shoulder connected, and you felt his teeth graze your collar bone.

After a few seconds, you felt his mouth on the top of your breasts which weren’t covered by your bra, and then you moaned softly when you felt Eren begin to kiss his way down your stomach. He kept going until he reached the top of your pants. He looked up at you, and you saw that his green eyes were now dark with desire.

“Can I?” he asked, moving his hands under the waistband of your pants.

“Please,” you said.

Eren smirked and then slowly pulled your pants down your legs. Once they were off, he threw them to the side and moved back up your body. He kissed you, and you moaned when you felt his hand move over the fabric of your underwear.

You knew he could feel how turned on you were from the dampness, but you didn’t care. You moved one of your hands to the front of Eren’s sweatpants, and you knew he felt just the same as you. His cock was straining against the fabric of his sweats, and you began to push them down.

Eren sat up to help you take them off, and he threw them in the same direction as he had your pants. Eren was wearing black boxer-briefs, and you felt the ache between your thighs intensify as you looked down at his crotch.

Eren leaned forward to kiss you again, and his fingers dipped underneath your underwear. You moaned as you felt Eren’s fingers move over your slick center, and you wrapped your legs loosely around his waist.

You kissed Eren’s neck as he continued to move his fingers over you, and then you felt him push one finger inside, which caused you to bite down on his neck. You heard Eren groan, and he began to move his finger in and out. The friction of Eren’s finger inside of you felt so good, and you thrusted your hips to feel it even more.

Eren added a second finger soon after and continued his movements. You were breathing hard into his neck, and he turned his head to look at you.

“Feels good?” he asked.

“Fuck yes,” you groaned out.

Eren smirked, and then started to thrust his fingers even deeper inside of you.

“You feel so good just around my fingers,” Eren said breathlessly.

You moaned as you heard him speak, and you looked down to see his fully hard cock straining against his boxers. The sight made you clench hard around Eren’s fingers, and you put a hand on Eren’s arm to get his attention.

“Hold on a sec,” you said.

Eren immediately stopped his movements and looked at you, an expression of slight concern on his face.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

You nodded and said, “Yep. Just need to do this.”

You reached down to your underwear and pushed it the rest of the way down your thighs. Eren watched as you did so. Once you had thrown it to the side, you looked at Eren, and maintained eye contact with him as you reached behind yourself to unclasp your bra.

You threw that to the side, too, and Eren took in your entire naked body.

“Like what you see?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

Your voice brought Eren out of his trance, and he grinned.

“You know it,” he replied.

He leaned down and kissed you, and you brought your hands to his back. You scratched his skin lightly when you felt one of his fingers move between your thighs and brush against your clit.

He moved his finger in small motions over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and you felt your thoughts cloud over with arousal. Although you already felt so good, you needed Eren inside of you fully.

“Eren,” you said, finding it hard to speak.

“Mhmm?” he hummed.

You ground your hips up into Eren’s, and he stopped the movement of his fingers.

“Please fuck me,” you pleaded, saying the words directly into his ear.

You saw Eren’s eyes widen slightly at your request. He brought one of his hands to your cheek.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

You nodded and wrapped your legs around him.

“Completely,” you said.

Eren smiled, and then kissed you fiercely. His hips ground down into yours, and you both let out breathy sounds. You moved your hands to Eren’s boxers and pushed them down. Eren sat up to push them the rest of the way down, and then threw them with your other discarded clothing.

The ache between your legs only grew when you saw Eren’s hard cock fully exposed and thought about how it would feel inside of you.

Eren reached into the small nightstand by his bed and took out a condom. He rolled it onto himself and then turned back to you. You reached for him, and Eren laughed as he kissed you.

He settled in between your hips, making you gasp when you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance. You wrapped your legs tightly around Eren’s waist, and you shut your eyes as you felt him push inside you. The stretch was slightly uncomfortable at first, but Eren went slow until his cock was all the way inside.

As you adjusted to his size, the stretch was no longer uncomfortable, and instead felt amazing.

“You okay?” Eren asked, waiting for confirmation that he could move.

“Yes,” you said, and moved your hips to let Eren know that it was okay for him to move.

Eren groaned, and then began to pull his hips back. Once just the tip of his cock was inside of you, he thrusted forward. You both moaned at the feeling.

Eren repeated the motion again and again, thrusting deeper into you each time. You brought your lips to his as he snapped his hips into you, and you met each of his thrusts with your own.

The feeling of Eren inside of you was better than you could have ever imagined. He stretched your cunt perfectly and hit the sensitive spot inside of you with every thrust.

“Shit—” Eren groaned, as he felt you clench around his cock, muttering your name as well as other expletives.

You felt the ache between your thighs begin to grow rapidly, and then Eren moved one of his hands to rub your clit with his fingers. The combination of Eren stimulating your clit and him buried deep inside you had you rushing quickly to orgasm.

“Fuck, Eren. I’m gonna cum,” you told him.

He nodded and kept up the pace of his thrusts.

“Me too,” he said, but was determined to hold out until you finished first.

You tightened your legs around Eren’s waist and pulled yourself closer to him. The two of you kissed messily as the movements of Eren’s hips became more frantic. You gasped when he pushed your legs up towards your chest, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper. You closed your eyes and let your body fully relax, allowing the pleasure to build between your legs until it hit its peak.

You came with a soft cry and Eren’s name on your tongue, and you felt your muscles clench around his cock as your orgasm washed over you. Eren thrusted into you a few more times until his hips stuttered and he reached his climax as well. Eren’s head dropped down next to yours as he came, and you could hear his moans mixed with your name as he released into the condom.

You stayed in that position for a few seconds, both of you exhausted and breathing heavy. You gently ran your hand along Eren’s back in a soothing motion, and he hummed contently. After a few seconds, he moved his head to look at your face.

“You okay?” he asked, and kissed you softly.

You smiled and reached up to brush the loose strands of hair out of Eren’s face.

“Very okay,” you replied.

Eren smiled lazily, and then his body dropped further into yours.

“You’re kinda heavy, though,” you added, grunting at his weight on top of you.

Eren didn’t respond, and you began to lightly hit his shoulder.

“Eren, moveeee,” you encouraged.

In response, Eren wrapped his arms around your back and moved his head to the crook of your neck.

“Don’t want to,” Eren said, his breath tickling your skin.

You couldn’t help but smile at his clinginess, finding it adorable. As tempting as it was to lie with Eren longer, you had to use the bathroom, and should probably see what your friends were doing.

“Please Eren,” you pleaded once more.

He groaned, but relented and pulled out of you. You immediately missed the feeling of him inside of you as he sat up and tied off the condom, throwing it into the trash can by his bed. After a moment, you mustered up the strength to stand, and you stepped off of Eren’s bed.

Eren picked your clothes up off the floor and handed them to you. You thanked him, and then you both began to get dressed. You could hear music from downstairs and the sound of people talking, so you assumed there was a party going on.

“Do you need to use the bathroom or something?” Eren asked once you were dressed.

You nodded, and then followed Eren out of the room. He led you down the hallway you had walked through earlier until he stopped in front of the door to the bathroom.

“Go ahead,” he said.

“Thanks,” you replied, and smiled at him before walking into the bathroom.

Once you were finished, you washed your hands and looked into the mirror over the sink. You looked absolutely wrecked, but it made you smile.

Eren was waiting outside for you, typing something on his phone, but he looked up when you walked towards him.

“Should we see what everyone else is doing?” you asked.

He nodded, and then you walked down the hallway to Connie’s room. The door was shut, and you didn’t hear any of the music that had been playing earlier.

“Hmm,” Eren said. “They probably went downstairs to join the party.”

You took out your phone to see if you had any texts, and sure enough, Hitch, as well as Historia and Ymir, had sent you multiple messages with excessive winkey-face emojis letting you know that they had gone downstairs. You rolled your eyes fondly and put your phone back in your pocket.

“Yeah they did,” you told Eren.

“Thought so,” he said, and then he paused. “Did you want to join them?”

You considered it for a moment, but your body felt tired and all you really wanted to do was relax in your bed.

“I think I’ll go back to my dorm. I’m kinda tired,” you said.

Eren nodded understandingly.

“I’ll walk you back,” he replied, and then took your hand.

You felt your face heat up at the sweet gesture.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said shyly.

Eren just tightened his hand around yours and turned to walk down the hallway.

“I want to,” he said.

You smiled at Eren and followed him through the house and down the stairs. When you got to the main floor, you saw that there were people everywhere enjoying the party that was going on.

Some people came up to Eren to say hi to him, and he continued to hold your hand as he greeted them in return and walked towards the front door of the house. He pushed it open, and you followed him outside.

“Where is your dorm?” Eren asked.

You told him the name of your dorm building, and then you began to walk there together.

The walk was peaceful, and you enjoyed the feeling of the night air as you walked beside Eren. You looked over at him and smiled, and he smiled back and put an arm around your shoulder.

Eventually, you reached your dorm building, and you paused when you got to the entrance.

“Thanks for walking me back,” you said.

“No problem,” Eren replied, smiling softly.

As you looked at him, the words of the question you wanted to ask were on the tip of your tongue. It had been on your mind ever since what happened between you and him in the locker room.

What is going on between us?

You weren’t sure if it was just sex, or if Eren wanted something else out of it. As much as you wanted to know, something stopped you from asking. You didn’t want to potentially ruin the night with a response from Eren that you wouldn’t like.

“I had fun tonight. Thanks for inviting me,” you said instead.

Eren nodded and put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

“Me too. I’m glad you came,” he said.

You both stood there for a moment longer, neither one of you really wanting to say goodbye. You saw Eren take a small step towards you, and you took one towards him.

Before you knew what was happening, your lips were crashing against Eren’s as you kissed each other fiercely right in front of your dorm building. You clawed at Eren’s shirt and his hands ran up and down your back.

You weren’t sure how long you and Eren stayed like that, but eventually, you parted your mouths from each other to breathe.

Eren rested his forehead against yours.

“Goodnight, Eren,” you said breathlessly.

“Goodnight,” he replied, saying your name softly.

You reluctantly pulled away from him, knowing that if you didn’t do it then, you never would. Eren smiled at you once more before turning to walk away. You smiled back at him as you watched him walk down the street.

Your lips were still tingling from the kiss, and you smiled to yourself as you walked into your dorm for the night.

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Mistakes Like These

Summary: Kakyoin never paid much attention to the younger Kujo. Who knew stockings and short skirt were all it would take change that

Rating: 18+, nsfw

Words: 4877

Warnings: cannabis mention, alcohol use

Tags: afab, fem pronouns, modern!au , doesn’t follow the canon like at all, very au, brother!jotaro x sister!reader, kakyoin x reader, soft dom kak, lots of pet names, plus size reader

Notes: I haven’t written any fanfiction in over five years so this might be rusty. I’m sorry for any mistakes made or if its not how the characters would act. I’m still new to the Jojos fandom but had this idea pop in my head and decided to get it out. I want to turn this in to a multi part story and have several parts already planned out, I just want to have feedback to see if people actually like it.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you read the most recent email in your student inbox. Patience may be a virtue, but it was sure one you didn’t possess. At least not right now anyway. Tsking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you moved the mouse over to the refresh button and clicked. Your eyes followed the downloading icon in circles, fingers tapping anxiously over the desk.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

You exhaled angrily through your nose and leaned back in your chair. Your eyes fixed on the ceiling for a few moments before you looked over to your bed where your cat, Miso, had woken up from his nap.

“I know I should be more patient. But this grade is what determines if I move on to the next course which I need if I want to graduate soon and get out of this apartment.” You spoke as if your cat had scolded you for your impatience.

Your apartment was nice. Super nice. Your friends often described it as “apartment goals.” You could have never afforded it on your own. Hell, you couldn’t afford it even when you graduated and got a job. Two large bedrooms with a spacious living room, modern kitchen, and a balcony that overlooked the cities skyline. There were only two major downsides: there was only one bathroom which had to be shared with your roommate and your roommate happened to be your older brother, Jotaro.

Now, you didn’t exactly hate your brother. He was like any older brother, he thought you were extremely annoying and wanted nothing to do with you most of the time, though there were times growing up where he’d come home with scrapes and bruises after dealing with someone who picked on you at school. As you were both older, you found each other more bearable than you did when you were younger. That didn’t mean, however, you wanted to live with him. Especially while you were in college, which was supposed to be your time to let loose and have fun while still receiving an education, of course. Your grandfather, however, had other plans.

Joseph Joestar was a real estate mogul and had some serious money to his name. He loved to dote on his two grandchildren and was upset that for the most part your parents chose to give you a “normal” life without the extravagance that he offered. Birthdays and christmas he would buy you each a present, until Jotaro turned 15 and started asking for money instead. He made your mother an offer that he knew she couldn’t deny: he would pay for the entirety of your schooling, from associates degree to PhD if thats what you wanted, in order for the two of you to focus on your studies he’d also give you a weekly allowance so that you wouldn’t have to work, and he’d buy you each your own apartment and pay to furnish it how you liked. Holly couldn’t turn down the offer, what kind of mother would deny her children an opportunity like that? However, she did ask that her father only buy a single apartment for her children to share. Her hopes were that it would strengthen your relationship and it also meant she could see both her darling children whenever she desired.

You didn’t want to seem ungrateful at all for what Jiji had done for you. You knew you were extremely privileged to have the opportunities that he provided you but, fuck, sometimes you wished you had your own place. You wanted the independence, to know you earned something but also because sharing a bathroom with Jojo was infuriating. He always moved your stuff, never cleaned the shower, and he never had patience for you to get ready in the mornings. A wishful sigh left your lips as you thought of your future, with just you, Miso, and the ability to use the bathroom whenever you wanted.

Your eyes moved back to the computer screen, clicking refresh, and rolling your eyes when you read the same email from the dean again. Like you expected anything different, you just turned the term paper in yesterday. You brought your cup of tea up to your lips but furrowed your eyebrows when you realized there was none left.

Pushing yourself up out of your chair you formulated a plan for the rest of your evening. You would refill your cup of tea, hop back on your computer to play Overwatch with your friends until the early hours of the morning, and then cuddle up with Miso and look at TikToks until you fell asleep. It was foolproof. No way that you would even think about your term paper grade.

And if you did, you could always refresh your email in between matches.

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Your finger tapped your lip as you looked over all the snack foods in the pantry. While waiting for your tea, you realized that the only thing that could make your plan better was a good snack. You had just gone shopping so it meant that all the poky, ramen, and chips you desired were on the shelves and it made the decision extra hard.

In the middle of your contemplation, you heard the front door turn and the sound of your brother and his friends entering the apartment.

“You know it's true, Jotaro. Your apartments bigger. Its nicer. It has that view that drives the ladies wild. Our apartment is cramped and it smells like weed.” Polnareff’s voice was the first you heard as the trio entered the house.

“Don’t forget the upstairs neighbors who are always playing loud polish music.” Kakyoin added, plopping down to sit on one of the chairs in the living room.

You heard your brother sigh and could feel his annoyance. You never understood how the trio became friends, it was a mystery to everyone including them but they had been together since their days in primary school and the bond they shared was one that intrigued you.

“Yes, yes. The polish,” Polnareff nodded. “Known around the world for their ability to ruin the mood with a hurdy-gurdy.”

There was silence, and you could tell your brother was not budging a bit. A party was not Jotaros thing. Kakyoin wasn’t a partier either, from what you gathered he’d much rather stay at home playing video games and smoking weed. Sucking your bottom lip in your mouth, you made your decision, grabbing a bag of chips and a box of strawberry pocky. You did your best to hold those in one hand and your cup of tea in the other.

“Feel that Christmas spirit, Jo. Help Pol in his never ending crusade to get laid. The poorman is gonna end this year with, what, a batting average of zero. He’ll be a disgrace to French men everywhere.” The teasing tone Kakyoins voice almost made you laugh.

“Hey! Batting average of 3. You know this,” Polnareff shot back, causing his roommate to throw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Jotaro,” The french man turned his attention back to your brother, who simply turned on the TV in what seemed to be an attempt to drown out the sound of his friend's voice, “C’mon. I’ll buy your cigarettes for a month…..Two months?” His voice was getting more desperate, his head turned toward you. A smile stretched across his features as he jumped off the couch and threw his arms around your shoulder.

God, you just wanted to go to your room.

“New deal,” Polernaff declared, squeezing you to the side of his body as you tried not to splash your tea all over the floor. Kakyoin looked away from the TV, eyebrow raised, Jotaros attention never faltered from the knock-off Viagra commercial. “If you agree to a Christmas Eve party I will buy you cigarettes for three months, I will never ask anything of you ever again, and I will stop flirting with your sister.”

Kakyoin snorted, shaking his head and turning his attention to Jotaro. Since you had moved in with Jotaro, the frenchman hadn’t stopped making comments about how beautiful he thought you were or just giving you flirty winks whenever you walked through the room. You found it annoying at first, but you quickly got over it when you realized he did the same thing with every girl, and boy, that he saw.

“Good grief,” Jotaro sighed. “Its a deal.”

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“I can’t believe you agreed to this.” Kakyoin mumbled as he and Jotaro watched their friend place the final touches on the decorations and food for the party. Y/N had already put up Christmas decorations earlier that month, there was some snowmen set out on the dining table and a cute tree with some presents neatly wrapped under it. However, Polnareff had decided that wasn’t enough. He had hung up snowflakes to come down from the ceiling, there was garland hung on every wall, and so much fucking mistletoe.

Polnareff had even requested that his friends dress festive. Jotaro, of course, didn’t listen and wore what he always wore. Kakyoin decided to humor his friend and wore a Santa hat along with a dark green v-neck and dark wash jeans.

“You don’t need the money, right? Grandpa Joestar’s allowance has to be enough for cigarettes.” He continued, watching his roommate place a bowl of peppermints by the door.

“I just wanted to get him to shut up,” Jotaro said with a roll of his eyes.

“You think he’ll actually follow through on leaving Y/N alone?”

Jotaro shook his head, “Out of all the people in this city, you’d think he’d leave the only one of limits alone.”

Kakyoin simply nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

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You smoothed your hands over your outfit, turning to the side to get it from a different angle. You couldn’t decide if you liked it or not. The sweater was cute, it was red with a deep green christmas tree that had colorful little puff balls as the ornaments. Your make-up and hair looked nice, too. That wasn’t what concerned you. It was the white pleated skirt and tight red stockings that caused you pause. You grabbed at your love handles that spilled over the top of the skirt a bit and your eyes traveled to how your thighs looked in the stockings.

Polnareff had told you you could invite some friends over. Which, of course you could, this was your apartment and you didn’t need his permission. You had told him as such and invited over your three closest friends.

You turned around to your bed and looked at Miso, who was comfortably curled up. “How do I look?” You waited a moment before turning back to the mirror and smacking your lips together. You were tempted to take off the skirt and tights and throw a pair of jeans on but something changed your mind last minute. Instead of heading to your closet to change, you instead grabbed the reindeer antler hand band and slipped it on top of your hair before heading out of the safety of your bedroom.

You were so distracted with the new decorations that you didn’t notice the pair of eyes that were glued to your form.

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Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime was playing for what seemed like the fifth time. Kakyoin had never hated Paul McCartney more than he did now. He was just now starting to feel the buzz of all the drinks he had had but it didn’t make the party any more bearable.

“She,” Kakyoin pointed to a blonde girl in a Santa dress, “is gonna hook up with him,” He pointed to a dark haired main that had for some reason felt the need to take his shirt off.

Jotaro simply grunted before eyeing more of the members of the party. This was a game they’d been playing for the past hour and a half, making bets on who was gonna hook up with who and who was gonna get the most shit faced.

“He’s gonna end up passed out in my bathtub,” The dark haired man stated, pointing to the only person dancing to the playlist Polnareff had created.

Kakyoin broke a smile as he watched the clearly wasted man's horrible dance moves. His attention was brought away from the scene by the sound of Y/N’s laugh. For what had to be the millionth time that night, the red haired man eyed her up and down. That outfit looked so fucking good on her but the smile streched out across her lips looked even better.

I wonder what the lipstick would look like smeared on my cock.

The thought slipped into his head and he couldn’t stop from staring at the red painted on your lips.

Does she feel as soft as she looks?

He took a sip from his cup. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about his hands running over her thighs or his fingers digging into her hips. It was strange that he was having these thoughts. He’d never viewed Y/N as more than just Jotaro’s younger sister. He never thought she was ugly, in fact there were multiple times that he thought she was down right gorgeous but it had never turned sexual. Something about that outfit had sent him over that edge.

The sound of Last Christmas brought him out of his trance. Kakyoin almost immediately rolled his eyes. He almost missed the hurdy-gurdy.

“Good grief,” Jotaro mumbled and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the coffee table. “I’m heading out for a smoke.”

Kakyoin watched as his best friend got up but instead of heading for the balcony, Jotaro went out the front door. The red haired man was tempted to follow but as soon as that thought popped into his mind he heard the drunk voice of his other best friend call to him.

“Kak, you gotta show these guys the cherry thing!”

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It was well past 3. The party had ended and most of the attendants took an Uber home. The only people in the apartment were you, Polnareff, and Kakyoin. Jotaro had still not returned from that smoke he said he was going to take hours ago. The buzz had long worn off and the reality sank in that you had to clean the disaster of an apartment that was left in the christmas party’s wake.

There were red solo cups strewn about various surfaces and all over the floor, glitter seemed to have gotten everywhere, there were plates of food left half eaten, and there was a candy cane just stuck to the wall. Looking at the destruction, you almost wondered if the fun you had had was worth it. With your parents coming over tomorrow...or, well, today…..for Christmas, you had really no other option than to clean it, with that thought in your head you grabbed a garbage bag and started cleaning.

After a few minutes, you heard the familiar rustle of plastic as someone was opening a trash bag and you turned to see Kakyoin helping you with your task.

“Thanks,” You told him as you threw a plate of half eaten cake into the bag.

“No problem. Pol is passed out in the hallway and I gotta make sure Jo makes it home safe, so I’m kinda stuck here.”

You simply nodded in response and kept about your task in silence. A silence which seemingly bothered Kakyoin because a few minutes later he cleared his throat and broke the silence.

“So I, uh, noticed your man wasn’t here tonight.” He almost smacked himself for asking the question. You thought he was just making small talk, the thought of him having more devious reasons behind asking if you were single hadn’t crossed your mind.

“My….My man?” You quirked an eyebrow, looking back over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah, your man. I saw you with some guy a while back,” Kakyoin had put down the now full trash bag and was leaning against the counter top with his arms crossed as he spoke.

“Oh,” You suddenly realized who exactly he was talking about, “Yeah, um, we broke up six months ago,” You said with a laugh.

“Oh...Six months?” He titled his head to the side, “Are you sure? Hmm… Well, sorry I didn’t notice...I uh guess I should be more observant.

You shook your head, placing down your own bag and heading past him to the pantry to grab another. “Its alright, I’m not offended. I’m sure you find me as annoying as I find Jotaros friends.”

Kakyoin raised his eyebrows at your statement, “You find me annoying? I mean, Pol, I get. Yeah. He’s one of my closest friends and even I can’t handle him sometimes. But me? I never talk to you.”

You had busied yourself with cleaning the rest of the cups off the counter, “ I don’t know. You’re just…” You looked up and noticed his eyes quickly flick down to your lips before making eye contact with you again. “I mean, you did one time give me oregano and told me it was weed.”

“First,” Kakyoin started, his body shifted so it was turned toward you, “Thats not annoying. I would call that immature, maybe. But annoying? Nah. Second,” he threw up two fingers to emphasize his point, “ In my defense, you were 15 and I was worried about you finding our stash under Jo’s bed and I thought it would lessen that chance if I gave you your own stash.”

You laughed, setting the bag down and turning to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in that dark green shirt but you quickly willed that thought away. “Kakyoin, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Hey, at the time it did.”

You tilted your head to the side, you had plenty of stories that you could use as proof that he was annoying, “ What about that time you and Jojo left me stranded at school because the new playstation came out?”

“Thats not fair,” He noticed the playful hint your voice was taking and it caused a small smile to tug at his lips.

“How about the time that you threw up in my make up bag?”

“Hey, that was all Frenchie. Not me.”

“Or…..” You were silenced by Kakyoin pressing a finger to your lips. You hadn’t noticed that the two of you had just kept moving closer and closer as you were talking. You could get a better look at him now, his eyes looked tired but there was a mischievous glint to them, proof to you that he found this just as amusing as you did.

“What about you, huh? You saying that you’ve never been annoying?” He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look that let you know he had as many stories about you that you had about him.

“Look, I never once implied that I wasn’t annoying. I’ll own up to it,” You shrugged, “I was a total brat.”

Kakyoin snorted, “Don’t act like you’re not still a brat.”

“How?!” You looked almost taken aback, “How am I still a brat? You hardly see me!”

Kakyoin loved banter and teasing with his friends, it was kind of his thing. It was how he showed affection. If he didn’t gently bully you how was he supposed to show that he cared? But this, this teasing between the two of you was different. It made the room seem hotter and his pants feel tighter. That coupled with how fucking cute you looked in that damn outfit, even if your make up had worn off a bit and the lipstick was smugged. He couldn't deny it was doing things to him.

“I see you now,” His voice was deep, his tongue sticking out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes trailed you up and down.

Your cheeks immediately turned a blushy pink and your skin was hot under his gaze. Your lips parted but no words came out. This was Jotaros best friend, there was no way he was flirting with you.

Kakyoin took a few steps forward so he was as close to you as he could be without touching you. “I see you now,” He repeated in the same low voice, this time keeping eye contact with you, “And I see a brat.”

He pushes a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear, a gasp hitching in your throat as his heated skin touched your check briefly, “Unless you’re gonna show me otherwise.”

“I…” You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly weak at his gaze. “H-how?”

You look into his eyes and you can see it. You can see how much he wants you and how intense that want is. No one has ever looked at you that way before and it made your stomach erupt in butterflies. Quickly, you turn your head away not being able to handle the intensity of his stare. You feel his fingers on your chin guiding you to look back up at him, holding you there so he can take in all the features of your face. Its like he’s looking at you for the first time. His fingers move gently from your chin down to your neck, your breathing hitched in your throat when you felt the soft pad of his thumb move across your lips.

“If you want me to stop, tell me sweetheart,” He’s eyes had gotten a few shades darker and his voice seemed more strained than usual. Kakyoins free hand traveled under the sweater your were wearing, fingers lightly dancing along your side as his other hand stayed on you face, gently tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb. “Tell me right now and I’ll go back to pitching solo cups and scrubbing counters.”

In the pit of your stomach you knew you shouldn’t. You knew that if Jojo ever found out he’d flip, he’d always done his best to keep you and his friends separate. You always thought it was because you annoyed him and he didn’t want to have to be around you more than you already were, Kakyoin knew that it was because no matter how the man acted, he deeply cared for you and would do anything to protect you. These thoughts of Jotaro’s reaction filtered through your mind but your brother wasn’t here right now.

You acted on impulse, your tongue peaking out of your mouth to coax Kakyoins thumb between your lips. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as you gently sucked on the digit, swiping your tongue along the length of it. His breathing picked up for a moment before mumbling a quiet, “Fuck.”

Almost instantly you were hoisted on the counter with his lips against yours and wasting no time to swipe his tongue into your mouth. His hands quickly traveled up your thighs, pushing your skirt to pool at your hips and quickly ripping the stockings down the middle. Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible as your fingers worked at undoing his belt.

He pulls away from your lips for a moment to help you pull down his boxers and jeans. You licked your lips as you admired his cock, already hard and glistening with precum. You felt his fingers on your face again directing you to look at him.

“My cock needs to be inside you, sweetheart. Can I do that?” He was breathing heavy, he had never wanted someone so much in his life. All he wanted right now was to feel your pussy around his cock. Consequences be damned. “Can I fuck you, princess?”

You whine when you hear him speak, his voice is like nothing you ever heard before. Lust and want seemed to be dripping off every word. The whole situation leaves you speechless. At the nod of your head, Kakyoin pulls your panties to the side and slides inside you. His moan and your whimper are the only noises in the quiet apartment, his eyes watching your face intently for any sign of discomfort or desire to stop.

“Fuck me,” You breath out when your vocie finally comes to you. “Please, Kakyoin. Fuck me.”

He groans and happily obliges, rocking his cock in and out of you. Your small gasps and whimpers only egg him on more as he increases the speed of this thrust, your hands bracing yourself against the countertop. His eyes break from your face to watch his own cock slide in and out, the sight of his cock slick with your wetness makes him moan.

“Thats a perfect fucking pussy, sweetheart.” He breaths out so soft you almost can’t hear him over the slick sound of his skin on yours. His eyes find yours again, hand moving back to rest on your jawline and hold you in his gaze. He leans close and sucks your lip into his mouth, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh before soothing it with his tongue.

“You’re such a good girl,” Kakyoin tells you before pressing his lips against yours again. He picks up the pace because, goddammit, he wants to feel you cum on his cock. He pulls aways, resting his forehead against yours. Your moans are soft and the whimpers that follow cause him to smirk.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” You whisper, looking into his eyes. He can see you getting closer and closer and its making it hard for him to keep composed.

“You take a cock so well, princess,” His lips brush against yours, he tilts your head to the side so that he can kiss down your neck, and then back up again. His lips find the lobe of your ear and gently suck on it. Your moans are getting more and more erratic, every now and then you’ll gasp out his name.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock,” Kakyoin whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. “Shit, sweetheart, I wanna feel that pretty fucking pusy come on my cock.”

It’s the sound of his voice whispering those dirty things in your ear that sends you over the edge.

“Thats it, princess. Fuck, sweetheart…I’m...shit. Can I….?” The red heads voice is ragged and incoherent but you knew what he was asking.

“Fuck, yes, please,” Its all you can do to get the words out. “Please, I wanna feel you come in me.”

You both come hard, his fingers digging roughly into the skin of your thighs and loud moans filling the space of the kitchen. The warmth of him spilling inside of you is enough to make you want a round two. After a few moments the two of you are left breathing heavy, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.

You stay like that for a moment, trying to regain your composure and come to terms with everything that had just happened. This was a development in events that neither of you ever saw coming. Its you that make the move to separate, pushing against his chest and moving off the counter. You avoid eye contact with him, flating your skirt back down and picking up your, now ruined, stockings off the tiled floor. You could feel his cum drip out of you down to your thighs.

“That was….” Kakyoin broke the silence, buckling his belt and running a hand through his hair. You noticed he too was looking at anything but you.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head in response.

“You know we can’t uh…-”

“Yup.”

“Like, ever.”

“Trust me, I’m aware.”

“H-Happy...Happy Christmas.”

You just nod and quickly retreat to your room, throwing yourself on your bed and groaning into your pillows. After a moment, you crawled under the blankets and pulled your cat into your chest.

“Miso. I think I’m a slut….”

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Kakyoin watched as you retreated away down the hallway, his mind still wrapping around what had happened. The fact that he was the one that instigated it. He was the one that made all the moves and god, he shouldn’t have. But he had wanted to. He had wanted to get you in that position all night.

It was at that moment that Jotaro entered the apartment again, smelling of cigarettes and….perfume? Kakyoin was gonna have to ask him about that one later. “

“The prodigal son has returned,” The redhead teased his friend, doing his best to hide the guilt he had for what he had just done.

“Shut up,” Jotaro mumbled. He eyed his friend curiously, he was very observant and it was very naive of Kakyoin to think that he wouldn’t notice the change in his friend. “What’s wrong with you?”

I just busted a big one in your sister. And would probably do it again if the chance presented itself. No biggie.

“I’m, uh, I’m just tired.”

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Thank you so much for reading this! I appreciate it very much. Let me know what you think of it and if I should continue the story. Merry Christmas!

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