#thanks for looking at my shitty plant joke that only one or two of my followers might get

[marleyybluu]

Oscar x pregnant!reader

Wc: 1.9k

warnings: daddy issues, use of OMB scenes so spoilers I guess, sad Spooky, shitty ending cus my attention span cut out

"No, no, no! You can not put down two draw fours!" Yn shouted at Cesar while the two dabbled in an intense game of UNO. Cesar chuckled waving his one card in her face. "You're just mad because you're losing." He bragged. Though it was confirmed she would never admit it, she quickly pouted and placed her hand on her stomach, he chuckled shaking his head knowing the card that she was about to play. "I'm gonna tell your niece or nephew you didn't let their mommy win."

Her boyfriend Spooky could be heard letting out a bellyful laugh from down the hall, he emerged from his room making his way toward them where they sat around the table not too far from the living room. "Mamita, you can't say that every time you don't get your way." She stuck out her tongue. "I can and I will for the remaining six months."

He rolled his eyes and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Fine," She reluctantly picked up eight more cards just for Cesar to dramatically slam his last one on the table. He stood up took the last swig of his beer and rested the empty bottle on the table, he was next to kiss her head before grabbing his things and heading out. "I'll see you guys later, I'm with Monse if you need me."

"Have fun." She called out. The door closed and the house was once again silent, Yn gathered the cards and packed them nicely back into the box they came in. She heard the sound of the front door opening and assumed it was Cesar, she said "What'd you forget knucklehead?" But frowned when she was met with their father, Ray. A few days ago the older gentleman had found himself across from the traphouse, Cesar panicked about a stranger just stalking outside so Spooky went to investigate, and with Yn's nosey ass at the window, she noticed Spooky's body language and he was not happy.

Spooky never spoke about his dad, maybe once, but that was it. She could tell he had resentment in his heart for that man, he was a stranger and for him to pop back up after all these years wasn't ideal for anyone in this situation. YN had to admit it was nice seeing Cesar happy and hearing him talk about all the things they were going to do and how much they had to catch up on but judging by the look on Ray's face right in front of her... those plans would never set in motion.

She pitied him a half-smile before dodging into the kitchen. Spooky sat in the background on the couch observing the cold interaction, internally smiling that she would be on his side no matter the minor details that she knew. Ray disappeared into one of the rooms, Spooky was curious as to what he was there for but was brought out of it when he was called to the kitchen. He got up and followed her voice, she was desperately trying to reach the third shelf and was failing miserably, usually, she'd grab a chair but with a baby inside she was more cautious of what she did.

"Can you grab a plate for me papito?"

"Of course, baby."

She squealed and applauded the small gesture as he handed the plate over to her. "Thank you." She blew him a kiss but he wanted a real one, his hand snaking around her waist he pulled her in tightly. Her hands ran up his neck and landed under his jawline. Their lips touched, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, melting together like it was the first time. She could feel his hands slide a little further down, she gasped at the hard squeeze he delivered she pulled back smacking his chest. "Why can't I have one little innocent kiss?"

"That question is what got you pregnant in the first place." He joked gently pressing his hand on her little belly. Yn shooed him off. Oscar laughed and left her alone only to return to the main area and see Ray with his duffle bag on top of the table packing his clothes up. "Finally cleaning up your mess?" He asked. Ever since he arrived it'd practically become a pigsty, his girl often complaining that she wasn't some maid for a grown-ass man, especially one she had no relation to. Ray avoided eye contact as he answered. "I'm leaving, think I've caused enough drama."

Leaving. All he did was leave, run away from his problems, and scram when things got serious. It wasn't the first time Oscar experienced it but there was no doubt that it still hurt, he felt himself shrink into that little kid again, watching the man who was supposed to be there for him vanish, the man who was supposed to teach him how to become one disappear without a trace leaving him and Cesar alone to fend for themselves.

"Good," He responded. "You tell Cesar your plan?"

There was a moment of silence, Ray had stopped packing and sighed making eye contact with his oldest. "I'll tell him when I get to Bakersfield, there's a guy up there who can help me out... help you out too-"

Spooky had turned cold, that scowl plastered on his face, the boiling hate flashing in his eyes. "I don't need help, I got everything I need."

Ray let out an amused chuckle. "The Santos? That girl?" Oscar took a step forward, fists balled up, father or not he would put down anyone that disrespected his girl. She was his home, his family, she was everything that he needed. "Her name is Yn, and she let you stay with us, not me... if it were up to me you'd be out on the street with the rest of the stray dogs."

Little did they know they had an audience for this performance, not too far off Yn had poked her head from the kitchen she had stopped what she was doing the minute she heard their voices. "I hope they don't sell you out, I hope she's good to you because one day all that love you think you're getting from them is gonna be gone."

"Ray." He warned. "This street shit isn't the life man, you don't have to stay here, go and make something of yourself."

Oscar's eyes softened, and he began to nod in agreement. "Thanks, Papa, you're right. I could be president or a fucking astronaut, maybe even a movie star right? Because I had such a great fucking role model!"

"I had a shitty dad too, mijo," Ray's tone was so nonchalant when he said it and something about it was making Yn's skin crawl it just sounded like he didn't care. "But you gotta let that rage go."

It took everything for her not toa put in her two cents. How do you let the rage from constant and consistent disappointment go? She could tell Spooky had this overbearing feeling that he was a failure, that he failed Cesar, failed the Santos and even failed her-- so how was he just supposed to let that go?

Yn had thought the fire between them had died down, that Ray had left and Spooky was just standing there disassociating at the fact that he was in his twenties and still being abandoned. But when she brought herself into frame the two of them had gone, their muffled argument had moved outdoors. Her feet carried her to the front door, where she stood behind the screen watching it go down from a distance.

"Everything bad that's ever happened in my life is because of you! You're gonna crush Cesar the same way you crushed me!" His voice weakened, almost cracking like he was fighting to keep that little boy inside. Ray was already at the end of the path, one foot almost on the black tarmac road, he dropped his bag and turned around to face Spooky. "You never wrote to me... you didn't call, you didn't even visit not once! Did you even think about me?"

YN placed her hand over her heart, she wanted nothing more than to drag him inside and coddle him for all he's been through but he needed to let this out he'd been holding it in for far too long. She looked as Ray walked back toward Spooky.

"Oscar-" He began but Spooky shut it down. "You wanna know the worst part about not having a father? I had to be a father to my brother without having been a son first!" He sniffled. "I have a girl in there who loves me, who taught me how to love since I didn't have you or mama as examples... she's having my baby and I'm scared that I'm gonna end up like you!"

Oscar broke, completely shattered. Yn didn't think there'd be a day when she heard her partner weeping from the deep sadness that he felt, the sadness that was cloaked in anger. Ray didn't say anything, he pulled Oscar in for a hug and he resisted at first but once again his inner child betrayed him and he loosened a bit returning the embrace and they stayed like that for a while. Oscar buried his head in his father's shoulder, nothing was said, it was a bittersweet and brief moment before that rage entered his system again. That wall reappeared in seconds.

He wasn't little Oscar Diaz anymore he was back to Spooky who aggressively shoved his father off of him. "Take your shit and go, make sure I don't see you here again."

And just like that, he was gone again. Spooky turned around with a pout on his face, he stopped at the front door seeing Yn through the screen. "Did you eat?" Funny that even in his obvious time of need he was still worried about her. She shook her head, stretched out her hand to his and gently pulled him inside. Once the door closed the tears that he had just soaked back up were released once again. Yn pulled him over to the couch, sat him down and then took her place beside him.

He fell apart in her arms. "I fucking hate him." She rubbed his back. "All he does is fucking leave me... what did I do?"

"Ay! You didn't do anything papito, he's just an asshole."

"Am I not good enough?"

She frowned. "You are more than enough my love, I promise you. You are more than enough for me, for Cesar and for the baby. You did a great job raising him and you will do an even better one raising ours."

He lifted his head from where it rested on her shoulder, she swiped her thumb across his cheeks to wipe his tears. "How are you so sure?"

"You already do enough for the baby and they're not even here. You make sure I'm eating enough, you make sure I'm relaxed. I wish you could've seen your face when I told you." Now she was tearing up. "I couldn't have picked a better person to make a family with."

He softly smiled. "I love you."

"Duh." She sarcastically answered which received a decent chuckle. "I love you too, we're good okay? I'm not going anywhere."

"I know." He mumbled. She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. "Let's eat, yeah?"

"Yeah."

I just felt like writing something kind of sad. idk why.

for the Pedro girlies im working on Truth or Drink3

for the Rio girlies, working on The Nanny 3

trying not to burn tf out lol just put me down at this point.

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peace and love.

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[ancient-namess]

Huntlow👀

OOOO this is gonna be fun..... despite my love for toh ive never rlly considered huntlow as a ship. thank u for the ask !!

who is more likely to hurt the other?

hunter is a fool (affectionate) w/ no social skills so there is NO way he has not unintentionally fucked up and had to spend the next 24 hours making it up to willow

who is emotionally stronger?

hunter would like to think it's him. it is not

who is physically stronger?

i'd say willow. hunter's got training and experience but willow's got her Cool Plant Magic behind her as well

who is more likely to break a bone?

they have both broken several bones over their lives and i will not accept any other answer

who knows best what to say to upset the other?

id say they both know each other well enough to know What buttons to push - it's just a matter of If and When

who is more likely to apologise first after an argument?

hunter swears he's never going to speak to willow again and then 20 minutes later he's writing a shitty text apology begging for her forgiveness

who treats who's wounds more often?

they are both chaos children who exasperatedly look after each other

who is in constant need of comfort?

hunter: i am a well adjusted individual. i was raised in the emperor's coven, for titan's sake! also hunter: today i told willow a joke and she only laughed for approximately two and a half seconds. i think she wants to break up with me gus, who has been listening to him cry for 15 minutes straight: yeah man. you better up your joke game

who gets more jealous?

idk if Jealous is the right word but hunter definitely strikes me as the type to be self-conscious abt his worth

who's more likely to walk out on the other?

we have seen on multiple occasions that hunter's response to Conflict is to Dip. HOWEVER i'd argue that w/ people he trusts (e.g. willow and the rest of the hexsquad) he'd be more willing to try and stick a hard situation through honestly

who will propose?

hot take: marriage is just One of Those Things hunter has never heard of being a ward of the local cult. willow proposes and he's like "haha cool. i dont know what this means"

who has the most difficult parents?

..... gestures at belos

who initiates hand-holding when they're out in public?

hm. we have seen that hunter has a Thing going on with his hands however we have not been given lore on WHY. therefore i propose: bumping shoulders. it seems like their vibe alternatively: willow would initiate handholding but always w/ the understanding that hunter could refuse

who comes up for the other all the time?

they are texting each other 24/7 idk what to tell you

who hogs the blankets?

theyre sitting on the couch watching a movie and willow is swaddled in like 3 different blankets and hunter is lowkey freezing but he refuses to steal even one because 1) he is Tough. and 2) willow looks so content <3

who gets more sad?

hmmm.... depends on the context. when willow is upset her emotions have always been rlly strong however i think all things considered she has a pretty good hold on them. she's also consciously trying to be positive through each day - on the other hand, hunter has been the Lord of Pessimism for years however bc of that being Sad has just become a Normal thing for him.

who is better at cheering the other up?

they're both good at it just in different ways. willow is good at offering genuine comfort and advice. hunter manages to comfort her because his attempt at comfort is just so laughably bad that it takes away from the pain

who's the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

replace "silly jokes" with "fucked up fact / history presented as though it is normal" and willow is regularly reminding hunter that "hey being left at the top of a mountain isnt actually a healthy childhood experience"

who is more streetwise?

i think they're both streetwise in their own ways - hunter's been Trained in survival situations and other fucked up things in the emperor's coven. he knows how to look after himself after he escapes the coven. willow however - she didnt grow up with those experiences but she HAS been through a lot in her own right and she knows how to handle herself.

who is more wise?

willow 100%. she has common sense. hunter does not

who's the shyest?

hunter Thinks he's confident but when it comes to Emotions and Sappy Things (trademark) he is Not

who boasts about the other more?

hunter thinks his gf is the coolest witch alive

who sits on who's lap?

picture this: hunter laying w/ his head on willow's lap gazing up at her adoringly while she talks abt her latest class

#toh spoilers #the owl house #huntlow

[storiesofsvu]

Valentine's Quickie

*not my gif* Alex Cabot x fem!reader Covers the Public Sex square for thatesqcrush Vday Bingo Warnings: language, smut, dirty talk, semi public sex

Alex secretly loved the gala’s the D.A’s office and the department held regularly throughout the year. Not only was it a throwback to the events she regularly attended growing up, but it was always a chance to show you off. As much as your relationship had started off privately and just for the two of you, as the years went on, things became much more public. She would insist that you join her with the squad for drinks, proudly wrapping an arm around you or placing a gentle kiss against your lips.  Her heart swelled whenever her head would swivel in the courtroom to see your face in the gallery, knowing just how much you love watching her kick ass. Her love for you outshone everything in the world, and you felt just the same.

Tonight when she’d stepped out of the bathroom to see you decked out in the scarlet dress her heart nearly stopped. You’d barely noticed, latching a necklace around your throat as you turned to her with a smile, asking if she was ready to go. She fumbled with a response and you giggled, kissing her gently before reminding her that a car would be there in ten minutes

The evening was spent socializing with various people from the legal world. You knew a small handful of them, friends of Alex’s from the D.A’s office, from the SVU squad, a small amount of more personable defence attorneys. Throughout the night you stayed glued to her side, not that you had much choice, she had a loving though nearly iron grip on you as you moved through the crowd. You picked on appetizers, sipping back cocktails, laughing over jokes and stories, though most of your time was spent gazing at you girlfriend as she talked. She alway got so passionate that you could simply get lost in her eyes at the way she told a story, the way she spoke, it simply made you grin like a school girl. You often wondered what made you so lucky that you were able to call Alexandra Cabot your girlfriend.

You’d taken a moment as she’d started to dive into a topic you knew nothing about to escape to the bar, refilling your drinks. You were surprised when her body suddenly caged you into the bar from behind, her lips meeting your bare shoulder before biting into your neck.

“You look so fucking stunning tonight sweetheart, you know that?” She murmured into the shell of your ear and you giggled.

“I had a feeling.” You turned your head, catching her lips in a kiss.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep my hands off you.” She admitted, her fingers already teasing up your sides.

“Then don’t.” You smirked back.

“Well that’s wildly unprofessional.” She countered, capturing your lips in another kiss, “but I do know of a back bathroom that’s never used.”

“Really?” You hummed, kissing at her jawline, “it’s not some shitty one stall meant for employees bathroom, is it?”

“On the contrary” she bit into your neck, “it’s a classy one off a back hallway no one really knows about.”

“Lead the way…” you gave a nod of thanks to the bartender, passing Alex’s drink to hers as you casually followed her through the ballroom. As much as you knew she was about to steal you away to fuck the shit out of you, you didn’t need everyone at the gala to know that.

Reaching the bathroom you found that it was, indeed a classy one, two large stalls (that were empty), a couch and array of products available to whoever graced its presence. The basin was a gorgeous marble and the mirror more than sparkling.

The second you were inside Alex flicked the lock so no one could interrupt you, her next move was firmly grasping you around the waist, pinning you to the door. Her lips met yours with a fire behind them, an ache she’d been trying to ignore the whole evening. You returned her feverish kiss, arms wrapping around her neck, tugging her impossibly close to you while her tongue plunged into your mouth. Her knee planted against the door, thigh directly between your legs under your skirt, one of her hands grasped at your hip, encouraging you to roll your pussy on her leg. Breaking free of the kiss to let out a gasp you dropped your head onto her shoulder,

“Good girl…” she murmured, “just like that…” Alex’s head tilted, teeth scraping against the skin of your neck, leaving a fluttering of kisses before starting to suck in a bruise on your skin. Her arm wrapped all the way around you, dragging your pussy across her thigh right as she clenched the muscle, pulling a moan from you at the sensation. One of your hands dug into her hair while your hips continued to roll, increasing in speed while you all but whined into her skin.

“Baby…please…”

“Uh-uh…you’re coming on my fingers, understood?” She lifted her head up, her hand grasping your chin to get your eyes level. You nodded meekly, a gasp escaping your lips as your clit hit just the right spot on her leg.

“Please fuck me.” You begged, the desire more than evident in your eyes, pulling a chuckle from your girlfriend.

“Since you asked so nicely.” She smiled, kissing you gently while she dropped her leg from between yours. She pulled you to the basin in front of the large mirror, wrapping her arms around you from behind as she nipped at the skin of your shoulder. “You have to watch though sweetheart…want you to see how gorgeous you are when you come.”

With a brief nod from you, Alex rucked up the skirt of your dress, bunching it around your waist, thankful that you’d chosen a tighter skirt and it would stay up unprompted. Sliding your drenched panties to the side her fingers started toying with your folds, spreading them open for you to see in the mirror, your wetness smearing her hand and your thighs.

“So fucking beautiful.” She murmured into your ear, nipping at the lobe while she began to circle your already throbbing clit. You whimpered at the feeling, hips jutting up against her hand as you clenched down around nothing.

Alex watched the way your thighs tried to rub together, chuckling lightly. Her hand slid down, slicking her fingers with your juices before sinking one into your heat. You moaned at the sensation, your eyes  fluttering as she began to finally fuck you. It didn’t take long for her to slide in a second finger, curling and twisting with ease inside your cunt. She cooed praise into your ear, leaving soft kisses on your neck, watching the way her fingers disappeared inside of you. Your breathing picked up, the feel of fire beneath your skin shooting through you as the pressure built up. Alex’s fingers sped up, the heel of her palm dragging over your clit sporadically.

“Such a good girl,take my fingers so well sweetheart.” She murmured, “you want me to strap you when we get home?”

“Yes..please!” Your voice cried out at the feeling of her thumb flicking at your clit, the thought of her fucking you into the mattress nearly pushing you over the edge. Your head fell against her shoulder, lips meeting her neck as her fingers curled right against the spongey spot within you, pressing harder focussing on that spot as she felt you begin to tremble, “fuck I love you.” You panted, lost in a wave of bliss as Alex murmured into your ear.

“Enough to marry me?”

“Oh God!” You yelped, orgasm burning through you, “yes! Yes!”

Your body shuddered against hers, legs nearly giving out as you hit your peak. Alex’s grip tightened around you, keeping you upright while her fingers slowed, eventually pulling out of your pussy. Despite panting for breath you were quick to suck her digits into your mouth, sucking them clean. She pecked your cheek softly, cooing gentle praise at you while her hands rubbed up and down your arms. She readjusted your panties and dress before encouraging you to lean into her embrace, her lips hitting your forehead. You hummed in satisfaction, kissing at her shoulder softly.

“You okay?” She asked, smoothing a piece of your mussed hair back.

“Yeah.” You smiled, accepting the kiss to your lips as she stroked your cheek, “might need a minute.” She chuckled softly.

“Take some time, I’ll get you a fresh drink.”

Alex waited for your nod of reassurance before leaving a kiss on your forehead and slipping from the room. You freshened up, taking full advantage of the array of products stashed in the baskets before fixing your hair and lipstick, making sure everything was properly in place. Back out in the main hall you unsurprisingly found Alex at a high top alongside Olivia. Giving the brunette a warm smile you wrapped around Alex, nuzzling into her side as she looped an arm around you. You let out a happy sigh at the way she curled you into her embrace, laying a kiss on the top of your hair. You accepted the fresh glass of champagne, thankful for the drink being able to cool you down a bit. Olivia glanced between the two of you, the smirk on Alex’s lips and the fact that you were all snuggled up and quiet now.

“You two just snuck off to fuck didn’t you?” She asked, you blushed but giggled. It wasn’t the first time Alex had dragged you off at a party and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“Now why would you think that?” Alex quipped, the gleam in her eye giving any hint of secretiveness away.

“Jesus…” Liv shook her head, happy when Fin popped around to drag her off for something. You took a moment, appreciating Alex’s embrace around you, shifting your head to kiss her cheek.

“Alex?” You asked softly.

“Yes my love?”

“Did you…mean what you said earlier?” Your brain had finally come down from the clouds long enough to fully digest her not-so-dirty talk.

“I did.” The blonde laughed quietly, ducking to kiss you gently, “can’t say I planned it that way, it kinda just slipped out.” She grimaced slightly as you pulled your head off her shoulder to look at her properly, “we can have a re-do?”

“No.” You smiled, kissing her again, “it was hot. I liked it. Thought maybe you were just trying to coerce a yes out of me through an orgasm.” You teased and she scoffed.

“As if you would have said anything but.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” With one last kiss, you decided it was time to call it a night, bidding goodbye to whomever you needed, you left arm in arm, grateful to have the rest of the evening to yourselves.

___

A/N; Fun fact, this has been in my brain since I started writing Hidden Desires. THIS is how HD was supposed to end…this was going to be the last chapter when it was a “dirty smut, kink exploring” story with Alex…#whoops

#alex cabot #alex cabot x reader #law and order svu #svu #law and order #alex cabot one shot

[heartsopenminds]

I posted 2,448 times in 2022

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I tagged 279 of my posts in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

youtube recommending ninety minutes of dan telling us about how shitty youtube can be, we love to see it

66 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#4

words don’t come so easily

pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

rating: general

tags: alternate universe, first meeting, artist phil lester

word count: 8019

summary:  When Dan agrees to be a celebrity guest on a reality show for artists, his only aim is to raise his profile a little and appease his agent.

That is, until he meets the artists who'll be painting his portrait, and one in particular catches his eye...

for @hiwatari​, sorry it’s been so delayed ❤️

~~~

thanks so much to @sainthelmine for this gorgeous art of dan viewing phil’s self portrait, it’s exactly what I’d imagined!

71 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#3

So we've had OFMD, Heartstopper and now Dan's back....2022 is officially the year of the queer, baby

160 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#2

preshow hangout q+a! london 28 sept

I was at the show again tonight (I got to go on friday too!) and it was sooo good! I also got to go to the pre show hangout, so here’s some highlights from the q+a - putting under the cut as it’s v long and maybe a little spoilerish so....

- dan had lots of people he knows coming to the show tonight and was trying not to think about how how much ‘adult content’ there is and how they might react

- he had to remove some grandma jokes from the cardiff show because of the queen's funeral

- what disney prince would he bang? Immediate answer was the beast, then he clarified he meant in human form, then switched to aladdin

- people have mocked him for the fact that all he has in his rider is red bull, water and a banana (he reassured us this was not for sexual purposes)

- his feet smell like soap, but apparently americans have told him that's weird because everyone uses shower gel these days and soap is for medievel peasants

- he used to know how to do the dance to lucifer by shinee, and they're his number one all time group

- he thanked the person who wrote 'piss' on their piece of paper for bringing that over from instagram q+a’s

- the box where people post questions which is labelled ‘dan’s hole’ is now being referred to as ‘dan's slit’ because it’s a slot not a round hole

- the crew named the box dan's hole without consulting him and he's worried about getting it through customs to america

- the vip bags are meant to be an end of the world survival kit and you can use the bracelet as a weapon to fire at people's eyes and blind them

- there's lots of journalists coming to review the show tonight and Dan is worried they are all going to be bald white old heterosexual men and will think he’s just a woke child, but apparently if he wears nail varnish they'll suddenly realise he's gay and then whatever he says will be fine

- he said several times that we all have to make sure we cheer and look like we're enjoying the show so that the journalists will give him a good review

- his least favourite one direction solo music is liam payne’s

- the same person who asked that also asked for 'thoughts on’ daddy marx aka karl' and dan’s response was icon, legend, slay

- if phil were turned into a houseplant, dan wouldn't water him as he wouldn't deserve it because of how many plants he's killed

- dan thinks phil will live in filth for two months while he tours america and then do a panic clean 2 days before he gets back

- the person who asked them for a threesome was.....your mum

- corgi might win over shibe in the 'get a dog' discussion because shibes are apparently not very emotionally available

- someone said get one of each and Dan said he doesn't want to come home from tour and find two dog skeletons, so maybe that's a 2023 thing (!!)

- he emotionally vibes with the idea of becoming a cottagecore cat lady with 9 black cats

- his dream place to do a show would be in his house so he doesn't have to get dressed, so probably a livestream of him sleeping

- if he had to be a biscuit he'd be a hobnob - messy, large, circular and full of too much sugar

- fuck marry kill with mariokart characters - he'd marry then fuck then kill luigi

- he’s clueless about wine and never knows what to say when people ask him what his favourite red wine is

- phil only likes alcohol that tastes like ribena, and likes a nice gay rosé

- fave alcoholic drink - he said he's a gin girl because gin makes you cry and he's crying all the time on the inside so he's drawn to it on an emotional level

- someone asked how it felt to have turned an entire generation queer, and he laughed and apologised

- 'would you rather turn into sonic, godzilla or megamind every time you’re aroused?' dan’s response was sonic because whatever you're going to do, you can do it fast ‘time is money - spin on that, bitch!’

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216 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

so dan's spent two years writing his own non-youtuber au fic and trying to get youtube to help him make it

338 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

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[despairforme]

[text: Nnoitra] I'm outside

[text: Nnoitra] Where's my breakfast?

He could probably have rung the doorbell, but Nnoitra had said to text, so he did. It was a little weird to visit Nnoitra's new place. Before he had moved in with him, Ikkaku had never seen Nnoitra outside of work, and now they had suddenly returned to only seeing each other at work.. The apartment was pretty empty again now, and Ikkaku was really looking for something smaller. Maybe this area would be good. Looked nice enough..

He wasn't out today, since Ikkaku was coming over. He felt less depressive about spending time at home now that he had his own place. He had hated staying alone at the apartment where he'd used to live with Grimmjow. And when he'd been crashing at Ikkaku's place? Mah, it had just been weird to be 30 years old and not even have his own home. His apartment now was pretty nice. All thanks to Adelha and Agatha. You really did need a woman's touch when it came to certain things, interior being one of the things. Right now? His kitchen was a mess. All he was doing was making pancakes, and yet... It looked like the brink of world war three. He really had a hard time staying organized. The homemade cook book he had gotten from Agatha was placed up against the wall on the counter, opened on the page about pancakes. Thankfully the pages were glossed so that he could just wipe them clean. Otherwise this book would've been dead long ago. He bit down on his tongue in concentration and attempted to crack an egg into the bowl. He always underestimated his own strength when he did this, so that the egg got... Let's say... SMASHED. This time he was somewhat successful, and only a few pieces of the eggshell made it into the bowl. He fished the pieces out with his sharp fingertips.

This ain't bad.

Things were going pretty well.

His phone buzzed. He wiped the egg off on his t-shirt ( like hell he was ever going to wear an apron ), and picked it up. Oh, Ikkaku was here already. He wanted breakfast, huh? Nnoitra looked at the bowl and snorted. Instead of texting back, Nnoitra decided to just go and get him ( it would take less time than texting, he was so slow at typing ). He didn't bother locking his door. Nnoitra lived on the fourth floor. There was a button to unlock the main door on ground level that led out onto the street ( where Ikkaku was ), but it had been acting up recently ( this building was old and shitty after all ), so he decided to manually unlock it. He headed down the flight of stairs, and less than a minute after receiving the text, he opened the door.

❝ Yo! ❞ He greeted Ikkaku. There was egg and flour on his no-longer-black t-shirt. He was awkwardly wearing his boots, having just stuffed his feet into them. ❝ Breakfast is almost ready. If ya tell anyone I made ya breakfast yer fuckin' dead. I ain't no maid. ❞ This was just a joke, of course. He gestured for Ikkaku to follow him. The door would lock shut behind them. ❝ I live on 'da fourth. ❞ Nnoitra explained as they walked up the stairs. ❝ Number 5D. How fittin' 's that? ❞ He pointed to the number on his door, and briefly dipped his tongue out to show off some of he tattoo. The door to his apartment was opened, and he went inside, letting Ikkaku follow him.

It was a small apartment. The tiny hallway was connected directly to the kitchen and livingroom with only a small half-wall separating them, so you'd be able to see pretty much the whole living space right away. There was a door to the left leading into a small bathroom, and from the living room section, there was another door, which lead to the bedroom. There were only two windows, on the opposite side of where they'd entered. House plants were placed along side the windows ( they were actually still alive, amazingly enough ). There was a couch with a small table where Nnoitra would eat ( evidence of that was clear, like two empty bags of potato chips ). The only thing in the apartment that was big and expensive was the TV. Apart from the place looking somewhat messy, there was a surprisingly cozy feeling here. Some artwork on the walls, pillows on the couch...

Nnoitra returned to the kitchen counter and began mixing the eggs into the batter.

❝ Got a couple 'a chicks 'ta fix 'da place 'fer me. Now I get why dudes wanna have a girlfriend. ❞ Oh --- SHIT. Ikkaku thought Nnoitra had had a girlfriend for years. Mah, maybe Ikkaku would just think she hadn't been very good at interior.

#yperifaneia #[ T - T TIME TO HANG OUT ] #[ AND NNOITRA WILL QUIZ HIM ABOUT HIS NEW JOB ] #[ BC HE THINKS IT'S SUS ] #[ thank you for sending blue <5 ] #[ i love their friendship ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #burn the city. ╱ main verse. #talking shit. ╱ answers.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

well dressed, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Yes. It is a fact. Your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, an absolute stellar specimen of a human being, considers workout clothes hotter than lacey lingerie because he is (ahem, say this in the most endearing way possible, please and thank you) a fucking muscle pig.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; in which Jungkook attempts to become a porn director and gets mad clowned by his gf aka you; crack and fluff; living room smut (fem reader, ass + pussy slapping, dry humping, nipple play, fingering, JK lifts you up by the pussy, f-receiving oral, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - blond!JK; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; yes, I did reference the classic "Can I have Your Number?" 2007 Mad TV sketch XD

it’s the best laid plans / counter point couple and they’re crackheads no need to read the others, but they're there if you want more

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“Jungkook.”

“Yeah?”

“Um…”

“Does it not fit?”

“No, that isn’t the issue here…”

Your boyfriend was an idiot.

“The fuck is this?”

You walked out of the bedroom, glaring at Jeon Jungkook, your one-of-kind but also kind-of-an-idiot boyfriend (don't get it twisted, you were well aware you were also a special idiot). He was currently sitting on the couch, hands between his muscular open legs, wearing a sleeveless white tank (hot) and navy basketball shorts (double hot), grinning eagerly as you appeared (aww). You did not, however, bother coming out looking as sexy as possible (let’s be honest, Jungkook did not give two shits about clothes, not because you didn’t look cute in them, but because his preferred outfit on you was ‘birthday suit’ – butt-ass naked) because you were presently a bit peeved at him. Hm, how to say it?

Disappointed, but not surprised.

Jungkook’s eyes lit up and went all sparkly upon seeing you.

“Why did I know that when you said, I bought you some lingerie, you really just meant a sports bra and running shorts? By the way, these are obscenely short. My ass is hanging out the back.”

His smile was showing all of his teeth, giving him the appearance of a rambunctious and mischievous bunny. His long blond hair was swept to one side, definitely on purpose because you always told him it looked best that way. He was taking preventative measures.

You know, seducing you so you wouldn’t get mad at him for tricking you and putting you in workout clothes.

(It was working. You weren’t gonna say it wasn’t.)

“Is it? Turn around and let me check.”

You thinned your eyes and mouth into lines. You let him get away with so much shit because he was hot. Oh yeah, and also you were in love with him.

(It worked the other way around as well though. Couldn’t complain.)

You rolled your eyes and turned around, flipping your wrists to frame your ass with fanned fingers.

"Hello? There's a whole gust of wind back here and the seam is practically in my butt crack!"

You looked over your shoulder only to throw yourself into the wall, hurriedly spinning back around before your boyfriend, apparently a human rocket launcher, shot off the sofa and barreled towards you (move over Usain Bolt, you're not as fast as Jungkook when he was after your booty, no cap). You immediately planted your hands on his chest (definitely not planned, but also planned) and stiff-armed him, preventing him from coming any closer.

"Hold on a second! Acknowledge you're an animal!"

"I'm definitely an animal," Jungkook chirped with zero hesitation. "Now give me that ass."

You thinned your eyes and mouth into lines once again as Jungkook knocked your hands aside and grabbed two handfuls of your bare ass because quite frankly these shorts weren't doing shit, lifting you up and groaning lustfully while you flailed about for a second before grabbing his shoulders and hooking your legs around his torso, squeezing his chest with your thighs.

"You have a problem," you muttered.

Jungkook's face planted into your tits and he didn't reply, forearms pressed under your thighs, one tattooed, one not. You ran your fingers through his blond hair, clicking your tongue as your boyfriend committed erotic asphyxiation with your sports-bra-covered tits.

Yeah.

Sports-bra-covered!!!

(Kinda rude to the naked titty, come on dude!)

Jungkook yanked his face out of your breasts, gasping for breath, silver eyebrow piercing flashing as he looked up at you, grinning very adorably.

Okay, one.

Man was too strong. Had a workout obsession and it clearly showed with how easily he was holding you up by your ass. To be fair, he had a vast amount of surface area to hold, for sure.

(Your bangin’ ass was due to your video game obsession, poggers!)

Two.

Fuck, he was so cute. The crinkles next to his sparkling brown eyes and huge smile with the little mole underneath? The little mole on his nose?! Fucking precious.

(Goddamn, you were such a simp, but, goddamn, did Jungkook make it easy.)

Three.

His fingers were sneaking closer and closer to that center seam.

"I thought we were supposed to work out," you said calmly and with zero intention to work out even if Jungkook hadn't made you dress like a slutty Pilates teacher. Hey, fitness was his thing. He had his thing and you had your thing. Your thing just happened to be sitting on your ass playing video games (a completely valid lifestyle, by the way).

Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"We can work out," was his cheery reply that indicated zero intention of working out, sliding your legs back down so he could poke your covered vagina with his massive erection.

(Uh... huh.)

"You know, Jungkook," (you lovely, handsome, sweet, incredibly horny young man) "We can just fuck, hmmm, I don't know, naked, because this is our home and you don't actually need to buy me impractical workout clothing to get it on with me." You patted his cheek. "I swear you don't."

(Saves you money too, Jungkook, maybe you should consider it.)

Your boyfriend blinked at you, tilting his head. "Yeah, but I have fantasies."

You raised your eyebrows. "Go on, go on."

"You're at the gym working out," Jungkook started, dragging you along. The coffee table was moved and there was a yoga mat on the floor. Pink. It had been on sale. Jungkook had bought it in hopes that you would become interested in yoga, but one downward dog turned pretty quickly into downward doggy, woof, woof, bark, bark.

Also known as, you were interrupted with his dick.

Classic.

You interjected immediately. "That would never happen. I don't like working out in public."

Jungkook frowned and slapped your ass, making you smirk. He narrowed his eyes.

"That's why it's a fantasy. Now shut up."

You squeezed him with your thighs and mimed zipping your lips.

"Anyway," Jungkook continued with a huff, ignoring your patronizing smile and going back to squeezing your ass, looking over your shoulder to watch the softness bulge out from between his fingers, suddenly forgetting how annoying you were (you knew the feeling). You leaned against him, chest to chest, on tiptoe so he could get a good grip, popping your booty to add to the visual.

"You're working out and then I notice you and we fuck."

(Are you listening, PornHub? Brazzers got nothing on Jeon Jungkook.)

"Just like that?" you snickered, trying to stifle your laughter threatening to escape.

"I mean, you're pretty hot. I don't need to ask too many questions."

He started bouncing the bottom of your ass with his fingertips, sighing at the perfect jiggle and perk. He always did compliment the roundness from top to bottom and it was further accented by the black short-shorts he had selected (man knew his workout fashion or, rather, man knew the workout fashion that would get him laid). It was hiking the hem deeper and deeper into your butt crack. Slightly uncomfortable, but it was being balanced out by Jungkook dry humping your crotch with his increasingly hard dick.

"I'm pretty hot, are you gonna ask me questions?" he shot back, increasing the vigor in his quest to dribble your ass. Was that why he wore basketball shorts? The mind of a horny man was truly fascinating.

“Hmm.”

You looked up at him with a big smile.

"Yeah, I’d ask, damn, can I have yo number?"

Jungkook burst out laughing at your sudden (and deliberately shitty) imitation of his Busan satoori.

“You’re so annoying–”

He did not get to tell you exactly how annoying you were being because you knew the power of redirected attention, spinning around and pressing your ass into the massive VIP tent in Jungkook’s shorts, trying to weasel your way into entry without having your name on the guest list. All you had to do was seduce the bouncer by rubbing your spread ass and bunched up shorts up and down his length, looking back with your tongue between your smirk, crossed arms under your sports bra, pressing inwards to increase your cleavage.

(Just kidding, you were definitely the only name on the VIP guest list to Jungkook’s dick, mwhahaha!)

“Can I have it? Can I have your number?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows.

Your boyfriend was too busy moaning at your ass sliding up and down his crotch and thighs to actually respond, eyes glued to your body line, shoulders, tits, back, ass, wrapped in tight spandex and all the juicy bits straining against the too small sizes, all on purpose of course.

He did select the sizes himself.

“Can I please receive the secret code that will intelephonically pass me through to you?”

Jungkook snorted in laughter and smacked your ass, biting back his own groan. “Okay, shut up, I’ll think more about it next time so you’re not fucking clowning me, sheesh – oooh, f-fuck!”

You cut him off again by bending down and pressing your covered heat flush to his hardness, slowly curving back upward with your hands sliding up from your ankles, calves, thighs, framing your ass with your splayed fingers, spreading it out and letting it bounce back, Jungkook’s gasps behind you, forgetting everything he was going to scold you about. Your back to his chest, shoulder blades to his pecs, your arms lifting and reaching back, sinking your fingers into his blond hair and tugging him forward, sighing as his hungry lips feathered kisses all over your shoulders and neck, now actively (and aggressively) humping your ass, his own hands sliding up your torso to squeeze your breasts, slipping his fingers under the form-fitting fabric.

“J-Jungkook…”

He mumbled your name into your skin between kisses, fingers sliding under the sports bra now, pushing it up, your breasts popping out, free for only a second before his palms were pressed against them, rubbing your hard nipples forcefully, his moan in your ear, your hands in his hair, arching your back to fill his hands and grind against his cock.

“You would really want me no matter what?” he murmured against your ear, biting the curve, tracing it with his tongue and sending shivers down your spine.

“Why are you asking?” you chuckled, closing your eyes, savoring the feeling of his fingers squeezing your nipples, teasing and plucking at them, electricity humming in your veins. “I made a move on you first, remember? When I asked if you wanted to bonk.”

Jungkook puffed his cheeks, letting out a huff of air. “We are still telling our children we went on nice, romantic dates first, by the way.”

“Not me, I’m telling them, your mom thought your dad was dummy hot so she flashed him some titty the second he was alone and he was hooked.”

“No, you will not–”

You spun around in his arms, yanking the sports bra off and tossing it aside, bouncing said seduction titties in his immediate vision. His wide brown eyes instantly honed in on your hard nipples poking out, rapidly sucking in a tight breath, the same exact reaction he had the first time he saw them, moan bubbling in his chest, glaring at you for a very brief second (his gaze read, how dare you, but also, fuck yeah!!!), before diving down, turning the tables on you, your turn to gasp sharply as hot lips and swirling tongue attached themselves to one and a wandering hand found the other, both of you moaning in unison, wrapped up in warm lust and strong arms.

His blond hair was messy, golden strands cascading down one side and curling around his high cheekbone and angular jaw, softening his handsome features, a perfect balance of cute and hot.

Jungkook’s eyes found yours, hazed out and reflecting your love for him.

(Remember that it was all his fault you had a massive wet wedgie right now. Hello? Hello? Still simping? Okay, never mind.)

“Would you even approach me?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair. “You couldn’t even speak to me the first time we met with your friends around.”

Jungkook pouted, narrowing his eyes at you. “That’s not my fault. How was I supposed to know that some random girl hyung met online playing freakin’ MapleStory was going to be literal walking sex?! I wasn’t prepared!”

You laughed cheerfully. “Still mad that I showed you my tits?”

“Fuck no. I have never been and will never be mad about that.”

Somehow seeing your tits had led Jungkook to be the horny animal he was today, but he made you a horny animal the second you saw him and all was fair in love and war, right? Right!

(For the record, Jungkook too was most certainly a horny animal the second he saw you, he just wasn’t going to admit it, we went on nice, romantic dates first!!!)

Which was precisely why he now yanked the shorts off your body (no panties, you knew where this was going the second you held those hilariously tiny shorts up to your lovely lady lumps), moaning at the sight of your soaked slit and seconds later his fingers were there, stroking your heat and your arousal, your hands on his shoulders, breathless cries as his fingers explored, grazing your clit, dipping in a little, teasing you with his touch and his mischievous eyes, dark brown orbs sparkling, knowing you were watching his arms, flexing them for you, black tattoos standing out against prominent muscle.

“F… Fuck, you’re so sexy, Jungkook…”

His hand slid back.

You moaned his name again, digging your nails into his shoulder as he tensed his forearm against your leaking pussy and leaned forward, biting the side of his lip playfully.

Then Jungkook lifted you with one arm.

BRUH.

BY THE PUSSY.

WITH HIS FOREARM.

(GODDAMN.)

“W-Whoa!”

You gripped his shoulders and gasped for breath, eyes widening, wetter at the feeling and the sheer display of strength, your slippery clit and lips rubbing against his inked skin, enough surface area that the weight was distributed pretty well, enough pressure to be throbbingly pleasurable, using his other hand to steady you by the hip so you wouldn’t fall.

“You can help me work out like this,” Jungkook remarked roguishly, lifting you up and down, smirking at your surprised and aroused reaction. “I think it would really help me out.”

“J-Jungkook, doesn’t t-this… oooh, fuck…”

Your hand had slipped down and touched his hard bicep.

Bless the gods that created Jeon Jungkook, seriously.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that forever. I wanted to make sure I was strong enough,” he breathed, slowly lowering you with a heavy, deep exhale, eyes roaming your naked body, smile dancing on his shapely lips.

(Was that why he worked out so much?! You would never mock his fitness obsession ever again.)

You grabbed his face, flurry of fierce kisses, tongue and lips and smiles, brief intermission to pull off his white tank before you lost yourself in his breath again, his heat, his skin, his scent, your hands all over his body and his all over yours, pressing his hands into your ass and dragging you to him, your tongue in his lips and being sucked on as you grinned in satisfaction, your fingertips slipping under the elastic waistband of his shorts.

“Not yet.”

You furrowed your brows, about to protest, but Jungkook pushed you down onto the pink yoga mat on hands and knees, your head whipping back and jaw dropping, but his fingers plunged into your wet heat before you got out any snappy objections.

Any words you had swiftly morphed into a wild moan of his name.

His free hand snaked around your waist, pumping two fingers in and out, deep and rough, just the way you liked, shudders of pleasure invading your body as he lifted your torso up, bending you backwards, tweaking your nipple, sultry chuckle in behind you as he increased the pace, hitting you in your favorite spot, your wetness creating loud, messy squelches with each thrust.

“You want this dick, hm?” he drawled, rubbing his covered, rock-hard erection against your thigh, the slinky fabric revealing that he was as turned on as you were, adding a third finger and making your moans pitch, a slight smile growing on your swollen lips.

“You’re just… stalling so you last more than two seconds…”

He snapped your name sharply and yanked his fingers out, smacking your soaked opening with a stinging slap.

(Weaker souls would immediately apologize, but remember you flashed him your tits the second you got him alone.)

You turned your head and grinned at Jungkook’s infuriated expression.

“You can do better than that.”

“You–”

You rolled over, spreading your legs, and were met with rapid, swift smacks to your pussy and clit, back arching at the jolts of pain, moaning for him on the floor, staring at his slightly irritated expression and ash-blond curls, his blown-out pupils drifting up to see you gazing back under half-lidded lashes, aware your want was all over your face and open mouth, tongue hanging out and teasing him, seeing his breathing shallow, hand slowly shoving three fingers back into you, fast and fierce and deep, growling your name, cum for me, cum for all over my hand, you bad, bad girl, and grinning at your snippy reply, I’m only bad because you want me to be bad, Jungkook, because it was true, he knew what your reaction was going to be the minute he brought those gym clothes and you knew he would do something like that, the action being so very him.

That was why you were together, because when you liked the brand of annoying the other was, making for a harmonious, happy, horny relationship.

(Aww. Okay, back to him ramming his fingers into your pussy.)

“Faster, fuck, yes, yes, ah, Jungkook…!”

Bucking your hips up and crying out, clenching around his long digits and squeezing around them, gasping as you felt your juices leaking out over his hand and your inner thighs, falling back down and hearing the embarrassing squish of your release onto the yoga mat (oop), closing your thighs around his tattooed forearm and pulsing around his fingers, moaning deeply as the waves of pleasure shimmered through you, your core clenched tight to feel every delicious flinch of your ebbing peak.

(Who needed sit-ups when you had Jungkook, right?)

His strong hands forced your legs open, lowering himself between them, sending you into a frenzy of short gasps as he pulled his fingers out, hot breath on your inner thighs as he groaned while licking them off, gasps turning into wanton cries when his lips molded to your trembling slit, lapping up your orgasm, swiping at your engorged clit, holding your squirming hips still with his firm grip, the sensitivity raring through your nerves, trying to get away even though you didn’t want to get away, appreciating that he could tell from your panting noises that vaguely resembled, oh, God, don’t stop, marveling at his deep kissing skills (read: furious tonguing of your pussy), heart racing, spine arching, shivering with intense, blazing desire.

“J-Jungkook… please… w-want your cock, please…”

He had unquestionably been waiting for you to say it, although he had completely forgotten to tease or chastise you about it, instead emerging from between your legs with his glistening chin and bright smile, reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom (clever boy, he planned this, although deducing that did not, in fact, take a team of dinosaur genetic scientists), ripping it open as you yanked the rest of his clothes off, running your fingers over his exposed length and balls, smirking as you felt him twitch, hot taut skin quivering under your touch.

Jungkook slapped your hand. “Stop that.”

You scrunched up your face. “Meanie.”

“You want a good railing or not?”

“Am I the stairs?”

His pierced eyebrow twitched.

“I swear I’m gonna gag you next time,” he muttered, shoving you back down.

“You always say that, but you like it – oh, fuuuuuuuck!”

“Fuck, why are you still so tight–?”

All the words meshed together, lost in incomprehension and pleasure as he entered you, thick, hard, stretching you out, your walls closing in on him, enveloping him tightly with every centimeter that he pushed in, clutching your thighs and panting, shaking brown orbs gazing up at you. You tried to wipe the triumphant smile off your face, too greatly pleased at his reaction.

He glared at you accusingly. “You’re doing it on purpose!”

“Nooooooo…” you sing-songed, grin popping out involuntarily.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, looking a tiny bit scary, but mostly hot as hell. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

“Wait, I need my brai–”

He cut you off by grabbing your legs and sandwiching them between his (buff) arms, bending you in half (improving flexibility!!!) before he started aggressively pounding you into the pink yoga mat with loud smacks of hips to hips.

“Ah, Jungkook!”

(Again, working out is a matter of perspective, remember that, kids.)

Your arms were above your head, moaning to his face, ecstasy flaring all over, looking up into those dark brown eyes that were watching you and your sensual expression, wanting him, needing him, loving him, sweat sticking his ash blond hair to his forehead and cheeks, open mouth and hot pants, so hard, fucking you with deliberate power and measured roughness, so soft, only able to gasp out your name in his deep, silvery voice clouded with lust and adoration, so perfect, because you knew he always did that when he really couldn’t stop himself and he was trying not to cum too fast so he could fuck you as long as possible and not disappoint you, not that he ever could disappoint you with his stubborn determination and relentless diligence, deeper, harder, right there, right there, ah, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, tumbling into euphoria as he tensed his jaw and his eyes rolled back at the pulsating massage of your powerful walls stimulating him from base to tip, thrusting for all his was worth until he managed to get out…

“Fuck, goona cum, fuck!”

Very loudly, your name exploding out of his mouth and his cock jolting inside you, the buck of his hips indicating the strength and ferocity of his orgasm along with his obscenely loud moan, filling up the whole apartment with his climax in the middle of the day (oop), your cum dripping down and soaking into the mat (double oop), feeling Jungkook’s defined torso shake from the tremors of your pleasure and his (definitely not an oop).

“Hah… oooh, shit…”

Your legs slid down and he lowered himself to his elbows, kisses once more, tongues and lips and smiles, laughing a little at the mess, wrapping your arms around his sweaty body.

“We need to work on your idea of sexy lingerie.”

Jungkook laughed, rich and full and lovely. “I’ll keep trying. Maybe you need an even smaller size.”

“A smaller size would literally vaporize into my ass crack.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“You gonna plan a better fantasy?”

“Shut up.”

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in which Jungkook tries to listen to your grievance but then he remembers what you look like naked and then it's nakey time cursed hours

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masterpost

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

[ultrastarbee]

getting caught making out with mitsuya? in the character books, its canon that takashi and luna and mana share a room but has a divider in between to have some privacy. reader had a long day, decided to stop by his house for a bit to get some recharge. the little kids were sleeping and reader decided to give takashi some cute little kisses here and there. things started to escalate- but luna and mana woke up, coming to their brother’s side of the room asking for dinner only to see reader and takashi. the sisters never met his partner before and instantly thought it was a ritual of them getting married. and it gets worse- while takashi was trying to calm down his excited little siblings and a red faced s/o, his mom comes home who of course, has no idea his son had an s/o to begin with. please make it as funny as possible -🎀

🎀, honey you do know I LOVE funny fluffy, don't you? I live for this! And this is so cute and awkward! HOHOHO WAIT FOR IT HONEY!

Title: Have a wedding, have a wedding! Request: yeeeah Couple: Mitsuya x reader Category: fluffy-funny Content Warning: Word Count: 910 Summary: you had a shitty day so you go to your boyfriend for a recharge, but you both forget how light his sisters sleep A/N: this is too cute! I love doing this kind of things. so so sweet

MASTERLIST  ....... RULES  ....... SERIES LIST

Even after the shittiest day ever you can count with your boyfriend to cheer you up. Today he invited you to his house so you two can hang out while he keeps an eye on his sisters. You enter the Mitsuya household ready to feel two pairs of hands holding you legs. Luna and Mana love trying to steal all your attention from their oldest brother, but today they are nowhere to be seen.

"Taka?" you calls walking to his room "Are you guys home?".

"Here" his voice is a whisper and when you open his door you know why. Both Mana and Luna are asleep together on a smal bed "they crashed a little while ago".

"They are adorable. What are you doing?" you approaches him and sit on the bed by his side looking over his shoulder "Is this a wedding dress?".

"Yeah, I had some ideas" Takashi's smile is sweet as he starts showing you some of his sketches on a notebook "what do you think?".

"I think you are amazing" you plant a kiss on his cheek. Mitsuya's hands drop the notebook to hold your head for a kiss.

Takashi is a calm boy, really focused, but it's hard to keep the cool when he feels your hands tugging on his clothes to pull him even closer to you. At first he was worried you two would wake up his sisters, but there's a divider between his part of the room and theirs, so Takashi ends up giving in to his will as he changes your positions. It's a heavenly sight to have you pinned down on his bed like that. Mitsuya is over you kissing you deeply as your hands touch his body. You were opening his shirt buttons when Takashi stops you. A little confused you look at his now red beet face and follow his eyes just to see two small heads popping out the divider.

"Luna? Mana? What are you two doing?" with his tremble voice Takashi asks his sisters while getting off you.

"We are hungry" Luna explains, but her eyes are glowing looking at you.

"Nooo! Don't stop the wedding!" Mana cries out with wet eyes.

"We wanna be birdmaids" you chuckles over the small mistake on Luna's speech.

"What? We weren't..." Takashi tries to explain, but his sisters aren't listening to him. They are holding your hands now.

"Come, we will help" as both of them pull on your hands you decide to play along.

"Thank you, my maids of honor! I don't know what I would do without you two" you follow the girls as they take you to their side of the room.

"Brother, don't come here! You can't see the bride before the wedding!" Luna's voice is loud as both her and Mana wrap you on their bed sheet. "It should be white" Mana is the one complaining.

"Oh no, this looks perfect!" Takashi can hear the smile on your voice.

He knows this is just a joke, but yet his heart beats fast so he starts to dress up. He doesn't own any suits, so he puts on his Toman uniform with his school tie. It's not perfect as he would like, but Mitsuya knows you like how he looks on the uniform.

"A bedroom is no place for a wedding, Mana. Come, Y/n, let's go to the living room." Luna grabs your hand again now taking you out of their bed room "Brother, you can come now!" Mana calls and the boy comes.

"Here comes the bride all in... black? Brother, why are you wearing black? The bride is supposed to dress in white!" Luna pouts looking at her brother. "But Y/n is the bride, Luna. We made her a dress" Mana now takes you back to the bedroom and Luna makes Takashi stand where you were before "Now come again, Y/n!" Luna screems from the living room.

To be honest you are already tired, kids have so much energy! Despite that you keep playing and get out of their room. You can't help but being embarrassed. Takashi is looking good on his Toman uniform, but you are wrapped on bed sheets the girls say is a dress. Now it's your face that's red now. Takashi is looking at you with big glowing eyes as you come closer to him.

"Here comes the bride all in white... holding a pie... and a hair tie?" Luna and Mana are trying to sing the song while you and Takashi hold your giggles. They are too cute for this world.

"Kids, what's happening here?" a woman enters the living room looking curious. She didn't even knew you.

"Takashi is marrying Y/n, mom" Mana explains seriously.

"Yes! And soon they will have babies and you will be a grandma and we will be older sisters!"

"You will not be sisters from our babies, Luna, you two will be their aunties" Takashi starts to explain, but soon noticed he didn't denied anything.

In the end Luna and Mana are cheering they will be aunts, their mother is laughing about the situation and Takashi is mortified. You hold his hand as he looks at you with a red face once again. Getting closer to him you whisper to his ear "I would love to be your bride, Taka" you give him a kiss at his cheek and whisper again "and have your babies".

Once again Takashi is mortified. Thanks to you.

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[taegularities]

aww can we please get a drabble on (ry) jk x oc on what they did for valentine’s day, super cute fluff and just them being in love 🥺

I’m feeling a OC & JK ruin you drabble. Only if you are up to it? I can never get enough of those 2.

combined two asks again, cos it's bedtime soon 🤓 thank you for your request !!! i hope you like how it turned out 🥺

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valentine

pairing: Jungkook x reader

fic: ruin you

wc: 786

warnings: none, except them being unlucky on hearts day. but the ending... the ending. :)

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how and what you can request &lt;3

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You’re pouting and sulking as you watch Jungkook pay the waiter for your terribly tasteless food.

When you and your boyfriend promised each other to spend an unforgettable day together, this is not what you’d had in mind. Rain pours outside, the restaurant nearly empty and one third of the food still untouched.

Damn your habit of trying new places with low rankings. You always convince yourself that you need to try their meal yourself, confirming whether the disgruntled feedback rings true. Most of the time, it doesn’t.

But today, it so does.

As you step into the incessant shower outside, pressing your body into Jungkook’s who’s holding the umbrella tight, you say, “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“You know what for.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Well, for ruining Valentine’s Day. I know you were looking forward to it,” you tell him, and he comes to a halt in the middle of the pathway, looking at you with a sigh.

“Yeah, I did,” he says, tapping your nose with utter affection, “but it’s not your fault everything turned out to be so shitty.”

Your face sinks and the glow in your eyes fades, and as you fiddle with the zipper of your jacket, you mumble, “So you admit that it was shitty.”

“Not you. We just weren’t lucky, baby.”

The sadness spreading across your countenance doesn’t fall, no matter what he tries – the failed day must affect you deeply, and Jungkook can’t help but feel warmth spread in his chest. The fact that you care this much; love him this much…

Yes, there’s no doubt. He won’t want anymore more than he’s ever wanted you.

“Okay, let’s go for a little walk,” he suggests, taking your hand into his as he pulls you forward. “A little rain didn’t stop us back in college, and it won’t stop us now either.”

“Ugh, I think my immune system got worse, though.”

“As if. It’s always me you need to take care of.”

With his constant jokes and reassurances, your shoulders relax and the crease between your eyebrows vanishes. Perhaps you’ll remember that day better, because it was so terrible. One day, you’re sure you’ll laugh about it; tell your grandchildren how much their granny used to fuck up the simplest tasks.

As you leave the busy city behind, the world grows darker, less light shining onto you when you step into an area in front of a big, quiet church. The moon and stars are hiding behind the crying clouds, and you rely on distant lampposts to guide you through the darkness.

You stop your stroll when you reach a pavilion, leaning the dripping umbrella against one of the benches you reached.

“Look,” Jungkook says, squeezing your hand once before he lets it go. He pushes you forward until he can press his front against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder and an arm wrapped around your torso. “We used to come here back in college. Do you remember?”

You squint your eyes as you attempt to recognise the place – and when memories finally seep through your consciousness, you say, “Oh my god. Yes, yes, I do remember! Oh god, we’d walk all night without knowing where we were going, and then we found this place and–”

“And it’s where I asked you to move in with me. Yeah.”

The benches still stand in a circle, trees planted between them and the area in front of them and the church empty. Back then, people would gather on hot summer days and talk or do homework, read a book or share fruit.

Pictures of the past flash into your mind, you and Jungkook in your younger years shifting from one bench to another; laughing, joking, eating, kissing each other’s cheeks and foreheads. If you’d known back then where you’d be now, nestled in his embrace, you would’ve looked forward to the future more than you already had.

“What a big question that was,” you say, staring at the tree that has grown incredibly high and beautiful, swaying in the wind and rain.

Despite noticing the lack of his body faintly, you only realise that Jungkook has stepped back when a cold shiver runs down your spine. You blink, surprised by the silence and the missing warmth, only turning around when his shaky, nervous voice inquires, “May I go a step further?”

Jungkook isn’t standing behind you, smiling at you with fond eyes. Neither has he run away, something you nearly feared, almost expecting his prank-loving ass to do just that. But instead, your eyes shift to the ground, your heart accelerating and tears forming in your eyes when…

You see him kneeling in front of you.

#jungkook fluff #bts fluff #bts x you #jungkook x you #*ryamc #fic: ruin you #notes for rid 🌹 #anon

[songmingisthighs]

Hooked

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ch. lxxxii - succubus

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

When you walked into the frat after Seonghwa dropped you off, you immediately walked in, not wanting to spend more time outside the comfort of the indoors. As you shut the door, you look around to see the place seemed empty.

That was until you heard footsteps thundering down the stairs and suddenly Yunho appeared with a big grin on his face.

"My baby's back!!" He exclaimed happily. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the ground to twirl you around, making you giggle loudly. The initial stress you felt slowly melting away in the arms of one of your boyfriends.

As if to make things better, a second pair of arms enveloped your body, smashing you between two hard chests. You giggled as you looked up at Mingi, "heard me from outside?" you asked them. Yunho leaned down to peck you on the nose before he shook his head, "nope, my (Y/N) radar went off as soon as you were in front of the door," he joked.

You rolled your eyes at his corniness but your arms wrapped themselves around his waist.

Mingi was the first to realize how you were acting. He pulled your coat off, helping you get more comfortable as Yunho's body warmth almost lull you to sleep.

"Hard day, love?" Mingi asked as he threw your coat on the couch's headrest. You could only grunt at his question, not wanting to remember the shitty day you had. Thankfully he took the hint and instead he pulled you upstairs.

You didn't really have it in you to complain, whine, or question what he was gonna do to you. He could pull a Norman Bates while Yunho pulled a Nurse Ratchet on you and you wouldn't care.

As you arrived in your bedroom, you finally realized what Mingi was about to do. You turned around and planted your face on his chest instead. He looked down at you in confusion.

"Can I take a quick shower first before we cuddle? I feel gross," you scrunched your nose in disgust. Mingi chuckled, grinning widely as he patted your head lovingly, "You're perfect thoug. If you're gross then what am I? Yunho and I hadn't even taken a shower today," he said in an attempt to make you feel better.

You perked up at that. A wide grin spread on your face, you began jumping slightly in excitement, "Then we should take a bath together! The three of us!!"

Mingi giggled at your suggestion, hand reaching forward to push your hair back slightly, "Is that what you want, sweetie?" he asked, making sure. You pouted and gave him heart-melting puppy eyes. Mingi squealed and smushed your cheeks together gently, saying through gritted teeth how adorable you are.

It seemed like seconds. You all moved so quickly.

You, taking fluffy towels out of your closet while Mingi prepared the bath. Yunho on the other hand rummage through Seonghwa's secret stash of bath bombs to use on this occasion.

Soon enough, you found yourselves laying down between Yunho's legs, back pressed snuggly on his chest as your legs were placed comfortably on Mingi's lap, trapping him between them.

As Yunho's arms rubbed your shoulders, Mingi's were caressing your legs gently. The content look on your face indicated that you really needed the bath.

"Thank you," you told them.

Yunho leaned down to peck your cheek, you could feel the smile on his face as his lips pressed onto your skin. "What for?" he asked, "For being so damn comfortable and accepting," you answered, simultaneously letting out a long exhale of relief.

Both men smiled gently at you, "You know you can count on us for anything, baby," Mingi told you as he tapped you gently on the calves. "Literally any one of us," Yunho added, his hands slowly moved up to cup your breasts gently, an action he does quite frequently without any naughty intent as he found it quite comforting. Mingi scrunched up his nose at Yunho's words, "Yeah, but mainly us though. Or maybe just me if Yunho's too much of a WIMP to handle your issues," he snickered at the slightly taller male.

You felt Yunho's leg moved underneath you and soon he and Mingi were kicking each other, making water splashed around the tub. Stuck in the middle, you could barely do anything but squealed and tried to prevent them from completely sandwiching you in the middle.

Seeing this, Mingi playfully glared at you, "you think we forgot about you, baby?" he taunted. Before you could reply, Mingi had lunged forward and attacked your chest with his mouth. He didn't hold back as he bit your skin, leaving visible red marks on the skin. You gasped, yelped, and shuddered at the suddenness of his action. But the movement of his mouth made you giggle and squirm in Yunho's arms.

"Aww, baby's ticklish," Yunho teased but he dove down to nip at the skin around your neck and shoulder.

As the two busied themself with marking you, you found yourself grinding on both of their cocks. They had became hard as they groped and touched you. Maybe it was seeing you naked and having your body touch their so intimately, or maybe they've been horny since before you came back and this just set them off.

"Poor baby all stressed out and tired from court. You want your big boyfriends to take care of you, don't you?" Yunho asked as he nipped at your earlobe and let his hand slither down to your clit.

Your breath hitched as Yunho began to put pressure on your bud and rubbing on it slowly in small circles. Mingi's lips quirked into a smirk on your skin when he heard you let out a shaky exhale, "you like that, princess? The thought of being taken care of by your two big, strong boyfriends?" He teased before his mouth latched onto one of your nipples the same time Yunho slipped two fingers into your hole.

With one working on your breast and the other working on your pussy, you began to squirm and twitch in their arms. The stimulation that they gave you at the same time were exhilirating and you couldn't help but let out moans and throw your head back. It felt more than good to be given such attention.

Hearing your moans, Yunho began humping you as he pulled you in closer to him, his fingers moved faster in and out of you. You tried closing your legs but Mingi had made it impossible for you to do so.

Speaking of Mingi, Yunho's move seemed to annoy him because he unlatched from you to pinch Yunho's thigh. "Can you not monopolize her?" He growled to which Yunho didn't pay much attention to as he continue to fingerfuck you, switching to rub and pinch your clit. But he still answered Mingi, "I'm not, we're literally pleasuring her together. But you should feel her pussy Mingi, she's so fucking warm- AH!!" Yunho yelped when Mingi pinched his hand.

With a smirk, Mingi pulled you into his lap and immediately positioned his tip at your entrance, "sorry man, she just looked so enticing, I couldn't help myself," he said before lowering you down to his cock.

As he entered you fully, you pulled Mingi in for a kiss as one of your hand reached for Yunho's. Getting the hint, Yunho scooted forward to sandwich you between the two much bigger guys. Your hand then guided his to your breast where he squeeze and happily toy with the flesh.

You parted slightly from Mingi, making him whine and chase your lips with his. Giggling slightly at the pouting man before you, you turned your head to look at Yunho, "Yu, I want you in me too," you batted your lashes at him.

He pecked the side of your head before wiggling to position himself at your ass, "you sure baby? How long has it been since someone take your ass?" He asked as he rubbed his tip at your back hole. You squirmed slightly, the feeling of Mingi inside you was satisfying but the thought of being filled from both sides excites you. "Not too long ago so please," you whined and pushed back until his tip is nudging at your back entrance.

Mingi groaned, "dude, come on just slip it in so I can fucking move!" He complained as his hip ground onto yours. Yunho rolled his eyes but obliged.

When both of them were finally sheathed in you, you inhaled sharply as your body tensed up.

Both men began peppering kisses and rubbing your skin to relax you. It doesn't take long before you felt comfortable and began to swivel your hips to get some friction. Out of both of them.

Mingi thrusted first, pulling a strangled moan out of you.

"Look at that, little princess feels good," he cockily pointed out. You wanted to pout and scold him but you couldn't bring yourself to utter anything as he had began to move inside you.

Seeing how you react to Mingi, Yunho began thrusting in and out but slower. With a loud moan, your hands shot out to each of the boys. Your right hand pressed onto Mingi's left chest and your left hand shot behind to grip at Yunho's hair.

"More, m-m-more! Pl-ple-please, I- ah! I need more!" You whined as your hips buck up.

Your words was all it took before they both sped up their movements.

The bathroom soon filled with mixed moans and heavy breathing. Both male's names escaped your mouth from the pleasure they were giving you. To reciprocate, you tugged onto Yunho's hair and tweak at Mingi's nipples which seems to have quite the effect because not long after, Yunho pulled out and came on your ass.

Once he noticed, Mingi pushed you flat onto Yunho's chest and grip on your hips tightly, "come on, princess, let's show Yuyu how good you are for daddy, show him that you can cum in comand," he said before thrusting more powerfully.

His movement was so powerful that it nearly send both you and Yunho back to the other end of the tub.

"D-daddy!" You called out to Mingi.

To further egg you, Yunho slipped a hand forward and began rubbing at your clit furiously. The water in the tub splashed around and spilled with Mingi's thrusts and your thrasing.

"Wait," Mingi commanded sternly.

His dick was hitting all the right spots and the stimulation by Yunho's hand felt beyond wonderful.

"Hold it," Mingi commanded again, eyes peering at your scrunched up face.

Your legs began to tremble as you held yourself from cumming before Mingi could let you.

"Now," Mingi finally said.

With that, you came hard. Your thighs twitching and body jerking. Your cum was then mixed with Mingi's as he came inside you right after. The feeling of being filled with warm cum and Yunho's hand tapping at your pussy was enough to turn you into putty.

Both Mingi and Yunho looked at you with adoration and satisfaction, happy that they were able to give you bliss.

Regaining what little strength you have, you looked at both of them with a satisfied smile, "I think that ought to melt my stress away," you giggled.

Yunho chuckled at you as Mingi rolled his eyes with a smirk on his lips.

All three of you decided to catch up with your breaths for a bit before getting out of the bathtub and dry off to continue the day's activities with cuddles, food, and basking in each other's presences.

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𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •3•

I hope this ain't getting shitty. Thank you for reading, sexy people. Send me a message or an ask if you'd like to be added to the tag list.

warnings: hungover jaehyun, age gap, hospitals, nothing too extreme.

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Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

“Wake up, sunshine.” He groaned, all the memories from the past night hitting him like a truck. “Come on, I made breakfast.”

His eyelids finally fluttered open, frown softening at the sight of you in a messy bun and your cute pajamas.

“How come you look so fresh?” The dark circles under his eyes had deepened in the span of a few hours. Thank God he didn't have to work that day.

“I always look fresh.” You seemed to be more comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because you had to tuck him in last night. “Up.”

You tugged both of his limp hands, forcing him to sit up.

“What did you cook? It smells nice.” He scrunched up his nose like a little kid.

“Eggs, bacon, and hash browns.” Fast as lightning, he got up from bed. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the blanket hanging from the edge of your sofa. Disappointment pinched his heart.

“Why didn't you sleep with me? You would've been more comfortable.”

You set two plates on the small table, pulling the pan out of the stove to serve them.

“You spread yourself all over the bed as soon as I laid you down.” You lied successfully. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t that comfortable yet.

You let the pan down on the kitchen counter, taking a seat in front of him.

“Do you still want to visit my father?” Sparkling orbs stared at him timidly, fearing his answer would be negative.

“I mean…” You hummed, trying not to give it as much importance. “I do want to go!” He quickly corrected himself, frantically shaking his hands. “It’s just that I don't want to meet your father like this.” He pointed at his bed hair, which had only become messier since he woke up.

“You’re acting like he's gonna see you.” There was a slight bitterness in your tone, along with a fake grin.

“Alright, let's do this instead...” Yoonoh sat up straight, clearing his throat as if he were about to give a speech. “We’ll have breakfast, you'll shower quickly, and then we’ll drive to my house so I can fix myself. How does that sound?”

“So I'm finally gonna see your mansion? How exciting.” You kicked his leg teasingly under the table, his cheeks inevitably dipping as he tried to suppress a smile. “I bet you have some peacocks in your backyard.”

“And there's also a dolphin in my pool.” He let out a hearty laugh, extending his arm over the table to grab your hand.

His house was most definitely not what you expected.

It was about the size of the one you grew up in, the decoration inside minimalistic. There were no expensive paintings framed with pure gold, only pictures of him and his family. There was a small backyard you could access through the French door in the kitchen. Half of it was occupied by a greenhouse.

“I had to donate the peacocks to the zoo.” He whispered as you looked through the glass door, squeezing your shoulders with his slim fingers.

“What a shame.” Hesitantly, he wrapped both of his limbs around your torso, letting his chin rest stop of your head. Your heartbeat was thumping loudly against your chest. Yoonoh surely felt it but decided not to comment on it.

“There’s a Tv in my room in case you want to watch something while I shower.” A hint of mischief adorned his honey-like voice. “Or you can come in and watch me instead.”

“Stop!” Your elbow connected with his ribs out of pure panic, making him bend in pain with his hands covering the injured spot.

“It was a joke...” He whispered, teeth gritting together.

I made him mad, you thought. Should you escape or face the consequences of his anger? All thoughts erased from your mind as he grabbed your calves, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You hit his back with closed fists, unable to see the expression on his face. “Yoonoh!”

He went up the stairs, proceeding to enter his room and throw you on his bed. Thousands of dirty scenarios crossed your mind before he threw himself on top of you, crushing your bones under his muscular body.

“My...ribs...”

“Oh, sorry, what is that?” To make matters worse, his fingers tickled your sides, provoking a fit of desperate giggles to escape your mouth. “I’m not hearing an apology.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands finally stopped, giving you time to breathe. Nonetheless, he remained laid on your chest, using his forearms to lift his weight. “Aren’t you gonna shower?”

“I like you.”

The confession was so sudden, so raw it took you some time to finally react. But you had no words to give him an answer, instead, you combed your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp while waiting for him to speak up again.

“I never thought I'd be feeling more than friendly affection for you. Our agreement doesn't include love, after all. But I've started feeling like a teenager all over again. I can't help but get excited whenever you call me. Do you know how sweet your voice sounds through the phone?” He sighed, discouraged at your lack of response. “I guess you're not there yet.”

Instead of verbally answering, you planted a sweet kiss on his head, right where small, grey hairs had started growing.

“I’m not good with words.”

“That’s alright.” He snuck his hands under your back, holding you tightly as a sudden need to nurture you took over him. The mature image he had of you faded in less than a second, leaving behind a young, troubled woman. “I’ll shower quickly so we can go see your pops. I bet we’ll get along just fine, maybe even go golfing when he wakes up.”

“I forgot you're almost the same age. Creepy.” He smiled, though uneasiness started steering in his guts.

“Does that bother you?” He asked without giving it a second thought.

“I don't know yet.”

(...)

The man with high cheekbones and bruised skin laid limp on the hospital bed. Yoonoh had been working on his case for about a month, yet, it only started feeling real the moment he entered the room.

“This is my dad.” All emotions had escaped your eyes as if your soul wasn't there anymore. Only an empty shell.

“You look so much like him.” he was afraid touching you wouldn't be the right thing to do, so instead, he said: “He seems like a suitable golf buddy.”

Tension finally loosened its grip around his body as you snorted, pigment returning to your cheeks. Finally, he wrapped his hand around yours.

“He will wake up, y/n.”

“He’s taking his sweet time.” You glanced back at the laying figure, skinnier with every day he spent asleep. “I want someone to pay for taking away the last person that loved me.”

The last person that loved you. Would Yoonoh be able to fill that spot? Not yet, probably. He couldn't modify the depth of his feelings, but he could surely give you the vengeance you longed.

“Do you trust me?” With your eyes still glued to your father, you nodded. “Then I can assure you we’ll win the case.”

“I know we will.”

He sat silently with you, holding your hand without saying a word. The smell of alcohol and the beeping noise of machines made him nauseous. He hated hospitals. You noticed the change in his demeanor, his hand becoming cold while holding yours with strength.

“Do you wanna go?”

“No!” He smiled through the pain, scooting his chair closer to lay your hand on his lap.

He wouldn't agree to get his ass off the plastic chair. You had to tell him you were hungry for him to finally stand up, still clutching your hand like your father did when you were still a kid. His parental behavior caused several emotions to stir inside your guts, so mixed up you couldn't quite put a finger on any of them.

“What do you want to eat?” The tension finally left his body once out of the building.

“Soup.” You smiled while swiping your thumb on top of his knuckles. “I know a place, but to be honest, it isn't good. So we can go to the store and get the ingredients to- but you can't cook.”

“I’m up for a cooking lesson if you are.” He wanted to see your pretty smile again. Maybe making a fool of himself would help. “Let’s hit the road.”

“Wow, so cool.”

“I know.”

(...)

“Can you grab that can of chicken broth?” You pointed at the high shelf, letting go of Yoonoh’s hand to allow him to move freely

“I have a better idea.” He dragged you by the arm so you were standing in front of him, trapped between his body and the shelf. “I’ll lift you so you can reach it.” Matching his words, his hands grasped your waist, ready to carry you.

“Stop!” You slapped his hands repeatedly between giggles. Ignoring your complaints, he started lifting you. “Yoonoh!”

“Yoonoh?” A feminine voice had him placing you back on your feet in less than a second.

“Seryeong, I didn't expect to see you here.” His hands remained seated on the curve of your waist.

“Neither did I. I was surprised when Sungchan told me you'd left early yesterday.” She seemed a bit older than you but still younger than the man behind you.

“I had some matters to take care of.” She eyed you from head to toes with a smug grin plastered on her lips. Just by the look of her clothes, you could tell she was as wealthy as Yoonoh. You feared the scene would turn into a tv worthy drama.

“I’ll go get the chicken breast.” You tried escaping his grip, only to be pulled closer to his warmth.

“No need to. It's already inside the cart.”

Why am I so dumb?

“Does your father know about your little girlfriend?” She asked without hesitation.

“I guess.”

“And why didn't he tell me anything?” She cocked an eyebrow, his hands finally loosening around your body and allowing you to move from your position.

“Look, this is something you should talk about with him. Now, if you excuse us...” With a hand on your shoulder, he began pushing the cart to the next aisle, the chicken broth long forgotten.

“Is this some kind of arranged marriage situation?”

“Something like that.” His hands were tense while holding the cart, knuckles turning white from the strength used. “Before you start asking, I'm not really in the mood and I don't want to direct my bad mood toward you. Let's talk about something else, alright?”

Who was that woman that had the power to turn him into a literal raging ball of fire with just a few words?

#nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct smut #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct angst #nct jaehyun #nct fluff #nct jung yoonoh

[obsessive-ego]

Love me, love me, say that you love me

Musical beetlejuice x fem reader

Beej hits you with a love potion to get you to confess you love him, it goes wrong

Dubious consent, nsft, nothing serious happens, you know me

"Satisfaction guaranteed..." the ghoul mumble to himself as he read the label of the bottle he was holding.

Beetlejuice, you're undead demonic, freeloader of a roommate, had just come back from a quick trip to the netherworld, and unlike his other trips, it wasnt for business, but pleasure, a quick shopping trip while you were out of the house.

"For the chunk of change you cost, it better" the ghoul smiled, pink streaks creeping into his hair.

In his hands was a pink bottle shaped like a human heart, a perfume type atomizer spray bottle.

Beetlejuice KNEW you liked him, but he also knew you were a coward about it, yes your shyness was cute, and the way you danced around this fact did have its charms, but the time has come for you to spit it out, you had to make the first move, not him.

Yes the demon could charm you, but you wouldnt take him seriously, he knew that, beetlejuice knew his flirting towards you and his advances towards you were seen as a joke, and why wouldnt it, he knew he couldnt be taken seriously, he took every chance he had to make a crude joke, why would anyone take him seriously, so he played it up to get you to smile, or even to get you embarrassed was also nice.

But today was different, today beetlejuice was gonna get you to say "I love you" albeit with force, but that was something he could live/die with.

The ghoul, now buzzing electric pink and green ready's himself at the door, waiting for his sweet breather to come in him trap.

You were on your way back from the post office to pick up a package that you or beej werent home to sign for, it was just some clothes, nothing too exciting, but a nice excuse to get out of the house for a nice walk, as much as you loved spending time with your undead friend, who you may or may not have a crush on, it was nice to have some alone time.

You walk into you apartment complex and slowly make it back to your flat, you fumble with your keys as you unlock the door, the soft jingle and muffled cursing was a great single to beetlejuice that you were home, the ghoul takes a deep breath, not that he needed too, and gets into position, readying the bottle's nozzle to the level of your face.

"I'm home-" was all you got out before receiving a face full of god knows what, you prayed it was water, wiping your face and rubbing your eyes, you didnt need to see who the culprit was for this shitty joke, pulling your hands from your face, you saw the demon standing infront of you, arms stretched out in a pre hug position, eyes closed, lips puckered, slightly leaning towards you.

Your anger quickly faded, but was replaced with confusion, you say nothing but only stare at the ghoul.

Seconds pass, beetlejuice opens on eye to see what the hold up was, was there a delay with the potion? Does it take a minute to kick in? Or was it a peice of junk?

Beetlejuice drops his awkward position, and smooths back his hair, trying to hide to spots the purple trying to emerge.

"So y/n, welcome home" he starts off shaky "you feel okay? Maybe a little warmer? Heart beating a little faster? Maybe even a little eager to jump someone or tell them something deep?" Subtle

"What are you talking about? Beetlejuice what the hell was that about?!" You huff

The ghoul is taken back by your tone, he was expecting you to be more soft, after a spray of that crap, he scowls glancing down to the bottle in his hands, waste of money, unless, he drops his scowl and focuses back to you, a sly smile plastered across his face.

"Just some netherworld perfume, very popular stuff, thought I'd surprise my favorite breather with it"

"Suprise is right" you grumble walking passed him, heading to the living room you place your things on the table, beetlejuice was quick to follow.

"How bout another try babes? I promise I wont get ya in the face, though I prefer to squirt ya in the face~"

"I dont know bee, I'm not that really into perfume" you shurg

Beetlejuice frowns and huffs out his nose, for what he paid for this peice of shit he wasnt gonna give up after one shot.

"Come on babes, do it for your good pal~" he pleads

You frown in response

"Okay sugar, you know regardless of what you say I'm gonna get what I want, so just play ball"

"Fine" you grumble, you can always take a shower later, hell you were going to anyway, your face felt gross after being hit by that stuff earlier.

The demon's face lights up at your answer, you held out your wrist as an indicator that you wanted to be sprayed their and were ready for it, though that wish was completely ignored, as the ghoul quickly leans forward and sprays you in the face again.

The ghoul stares at you praying to whatever and whoever for this to work, you turn away from the demon, curse under your breath and rub at your face.

As you rub your face beetlejuice goes back into position, arms stretched out, lips puckered, ready to receive your love, and hoping you wont banish him if this didnt work.

Moving your hands from your face you let out sigh, you jolt feeling a familiar twinge in your lower reigns, a desperate pulse for attention, you could feel your heart racing, your head was swimming, turning to face the ghoul, the second you laid your eyes on him the pulsing inbetween your legs intensifies, give let out a soft "bee" before leaping into his arms, slamming your lips into his, and wrapping your legs around his waist. The demon's eyes shoot open at this, his hands were quick to grab onto your rear, a mix of holding you up and feeling you up, his hair bloomed from green to pink in a flash, hell he was so excited his stripes went from black to pink.

"Oh Lawrence" you breathed between kisses, beetlejuice only hummed in response, too lost in this bliss to think.

"Couch?" You whine as you wiggle your hips against his semi.

"Holy crap" he groans, this was really happening, he quickly brought you to the couch, flopping down on his back, having you sit pretty on top of him.

You continue to kiss him, shoving your tongue in his mouth, the ghoul loved you taking charge, he dreamed of it often, he didnt put up a fight and gave you the dominance to explore his mouth, pulling away to breath, a nice line of spit connected the two of you. You move your attention on to the demon's neck, peppering it with kisses and giving the occasional nip at his cold flesh.

Beetlejuice was over the moon with this change in demeanor, who knew his y/n would have it in them, the ghoul purs feeling your hands roam his body, his hands plant firmly on your rear, giving it a small pinch every once and again, everytime you would respond with a whine.

He was in heaven, or as close as an undead demon was gonna get.

You give his tie a tug, as if to ask for permission to continue, beetlejuice moans encouraging you to keep going.

You give the demon a quick kiss on the lips, moving to his jawline, to his neck, as you untie his tie, you toss the garment aside as you start to work on his shirt's buttons, kissing every inch of skin that is slowly revealed.

You move down his body, the demons chest and stomach fully exposed, and kissed, beetlejuice was in a complete daze from your love, but quickly snaps out of it when he feels you palm the tent in his pants.

"Whoa babes-"

"Is this for me?~" you coo "it looks so big~" you sigh giving the tent a light squeeze "it's really hard"

Beetlejuice quickly sits up, stifling a moan.

"Babes, y/n, just hold it-"

"Oh, would you rather be on top?" You ask softly crawling towards him "or would you rather I not use my hands? I can give it a kiss if you want" You crawl back into the demon's arms leaning in for another kiss, you stumble forward as beetlejuice quickly vanished, reappearing a few feet away from you, the demon pulling his shirt together, as if trying to hide himself.

"Let's just take a second here, likes put a pin in this, and ah, just relax" god slash satan this wasnt fair, and maybe 100 percent his fault, here you were drugged out of your mind begging him to have sex with you, jesus all he needed from you was a simple "I love you" not this, but he'll sure be thinking about this later.

"Why dont ya cool down babes, and we can talk about this"

"How can I cool down, when I'm so hot for you" you moan as you  unbutton your shirt, fully exposing your lacy black bra, the demon swallows hard, you slowly stand up letting your shirt fall, your hands traveling behind your back as you unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

"Oh fuck"  beetlejuice whines in a higher pitch,

You slowly make your way over to him, gently grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to your exposed chest "your hands are so nice and cold, maybe you could help me cool down?"

God slash satan did he wanted to give your boob a nice squeeze, but you're not you right now, he pulls his hand away, then places both of his hands on your shoulders, your skin was hot to the touch. Averting your gaze he clears his throat

"Maybe a cold shower would be help ya out"

"Maybe if you join me" you sigh leaning into the demon's chest, your hands resting on his hips.

"Y/n-"

"Are you sure you dont want help with your 'little friend'?"

Any other time he'd be delighted to have you help, but now was not that time.

"Let's just take a second here babes, we'll fool around later okay, I mean do you have condoms? I dont have any on me, we need protection"  beetlejuice knew he couldnt get you sick or pregnant since he was a dead demon, but you didnt know that. "And besides, no means no, you know that y/n" BJ didnt exactly blame you, you werent in your right mind, you were horny as hell thanks to that stupid potion, of course you couldnt think straight.

You pull away from him, mortified at your pushy behavior "I'm sorry" you breath out "I just, I couldn't help myself Lawrence, you're just, I mean, i just love you so much, my body needed you" you began to cry "you're always saying how much you want me, and how you're "ready to go" all the time, I just thought-" you babbled, tears rolling down your cheeks

I love you

Those 3 little words he ached to hear, not how he wanted to hear them, but this whole thing was a mess.

"Babes, it's okay, I was enjoying it, believe me, it's just that I'm not ready to go all the way with you, let's just give it some time" which wasnt true, if you were willing so was he, willing as in not drugged. "And yeah, I talk a big game, but believe me doll, i want our first time to be special, so Hows bought you go put a top on, and we can put this little mess behind us?" It was an odd day when this harbinger of chaos had to be a voice of reason.

You nodded as you slip away to collect your bra and shirt that were tossed aside, beetlejuice frowns at this situation and wanders off to the item that started it, retrieving the bottle he squints at the label to read the rest of the instructions he didnt bother reading, and their it was, in the fine print 'warning, do not use on the living, results may vary and are not limited to  nausea, drowsiness, intense sexual desires-' he groans then curses.

"Beetlejuice?"

The ghoul turns his attention to you, fully dressed.

"No hard feelings, aside from your, you know"

The demon gives you a soft laugh "no hard feelings babes"

"Could I have a hug? I promise to behave" it's not that the pulsing in your loins stopped, in fact the intensity was stronger now, you just wanted to be close the ghoul before dealing with these feelings alone, there was no harm in that

Beetlejuice pauses for a second, before smiling "alright sugar, bring it in" there was no harm in a hug, sure his dick was still kinda hard, but that's fine.

You walk into the ghoul's arms, slowly circling your own around him, beetlejuice gently pats your back. You nuzzle into his neck, and whisper "I love you Lawrence" before planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

Pulling away from the ghoul, his scent, and touch fresh in your mind you make your way to the bathroom to shower, amongst other things.

If you were to turn back you would have seen a glowing pink Beej who's legs are about to give out

"ARRGHHH! That's worse... They're killing me again!" 

The should of the shower rings through the ghoul's ears, he grumbles as he puts his suit back together, grabbing the bottle that started it all he snaps his fingers and vanishes, off to give the schmuck who sold this to him a peice if his mind.

...

A few hours later beetlejuice reappears into your living room, grumbling to himself as he tucks the bottle into his jacket, no sense tossing it, maybe when the two of you are knocking boots, he could use it as an aphrodisiac, with your consent of course.

"Bee? Is that you?" Your voice rings through your flat, it was late, beetlejuice was hoping youd be asleep when he came back.

The ghoul makes his way to your room.

"Yeah, I had to take care of something"

"I was just about to go to bed" you were sitting on your bed wearing an over sized shirt that just covered your bum, the ghoul's eyes glance about, stopping at your vibrator that was now laying on the floor, he could smell the sex in the air, another time this would have been delightful.

"Do you want to join me? Sleeping? Like you normally do?" You sounded a tad too eager "I mean if you feel comfortable"

Beetlejuice gives you smile "sure" he snaps away his suit, leaving a pair of boxers, seeing your eyes light up was something he had to burn in his brain forever.

You scramble under the covers waiting for the demon to join you, which he promptly did.

"Is it okay if I snuggle with you?" You ask softly

"Anything you want babes" he purred, you quickly snuggle up to him, using his soft chest as a pillow, your hand petting the hair on his stomach.

"If you change your mind, I'm not wearing any panties" you whisper in the demons ear.

This was gonna be a long night

...

Bonus

The next morning beetlejuice woke up to an empty bed, confused he made his way to the living room, and there you were, sitting on the couch with your face in your hands.

"Morning?" He greets you

No response

"Babes?"

Nothing, beetlejuice makes his way to you, sitting down next to you, he places a hand on your shoulder, you flinch.

"Wake up and smell the coffee babycakes-"

"I am so sorry for yesterday, I- i don't know what came over me, i- beetlejuice, I so sorry for putting you into that type of situation, I-" you sobbed

The ghoul's hair quickly bloomed purple, you're blaming yourself for what he did to you "dont worry your pretty little head sweetheart, it was that perfume, how was I supposed to know it messed with breathers, believe me I gave that guy who sold it to me a peice of my mind, my poor little y/n warped and twisted into someone hornier then me" it wasnt all true, but beetlejuice couldnt have you beating yourself up over this, nor did he want to tell you the full truth.

"Really?" You sniffle

"Really"

You lean into the demon and he pulls you into a soft embrace, patting your back.

"How's bout we order some take out and I put a smile on that sweet face of yours?"

You pull away from beetlejuice and rub away your tears "I'd like that"

#musical beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x reader #nsft

[f1nalboys]

Simple Pleasures - Chapter Five

chapter four

chapter six

Randy Meeks x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1773

WARNINGS: nsfw mention, cheating mentioned, established relationship (billy and reader), cursing, just a lot of emotions i guess, readers going through it, randys moving on, not proofread

Three weeks. That’s how long it’s been without being able to feel Randy’s touch, to hear his laugh, see the freckles littering his face. Being with Billy was the right decision, but why did it feel so bad?

For those three weeks you tried your hardest to forget about Randy. Not completely, but in the ways you needed to. You focused on Billy and your relationship and it distracted you only for a little bit. As far as Billy was concerned, the relationship was the best it’s been in months. 

The moment it hit you that you were completely and utterly done with Randy was week three, day two, hour fourteen. He was late meeting the group at the mall and when he showed up he looked disheveled and dazed. Stu, being Stu, started to tease him.

“Where’ve you been, Randy? You look like you just got done having sex,” He snorted at his own shitty joke and Randy scoffed, but the blush spreading across his cheeks said otherwise. It made you feel sick to your stomach. “Holy. Shit. You did just get done fucking someone! Spill, man!”

“There’s nothing to spill,” Randy muttered and all that did was cement the fact that there was something. Billy and Stu kept bugging him the rest of the day, Tatum and Sidney joining in eventually. You stayed out of it, your mind drifting to who Randy could be seeing. Were they good to him? How long had he been seeing them? 

After an agonizing four hours, Randy cracked. “Alright, alright! Christ, you four are annoying.” Billy and you were sitting beside each other, his arms around your shoulder, and you kept picking at your food hoping he wouldn’t say a fucking word. “I’ve been seeing someone for like, a week. It’s not that big of a deal,”

“What’s their name? How come you didn’t tell us? Oh my God, Randy,” Tatum asked with a fake gasp, her hand over her heart. “Are you embarrassed of us?” Randy throws a fry at her with a smile, one that you’d normally get butterflies over but now all it did was make your heart break in half.

“No, it’s just… I don’t know, it’s nothing serious yet, I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Her name’s Tara, I met her at the video store,” He was smiling at the thought of this girl and you couldn’t breathe and it took everything in you to not get up, yell, cry, anything to show how much you were hurting. “And, uh, we were in the middle of something when I remembered I was supposed to meet you guys. Not sex, just making out.”

Stu groaned in annoyance and Tatum elbows him in the side. “Man, Randy, if you were in the middle of getting laid you could’ve skipped out on this little hang out. Trust me, I would.” He wraps his arms around Tatum and planted a sloppy kiss onto her neck. 

“I wasn’t about to get laid, asshat. We’re not even close to that point.”

“Randy, my dear old boy, are you a virgin?” Billy asked and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. The others laughed and so did Randy, but you couldn’t find it in you to humor the situation. “It’s alright if you are, some people are just late bloomers.”

“Get bent, Loomis.” Billy laughed, giving your arm a squeeze. He hadn’t noticed your quietness tonight and you weren’t sure if that bothered you or eased your worries. Randy seemed to notice though. He always did. He shoots you a concerned look, one that lasted for a split second, before he turned back to the group. “And I’m not a virgin, thank you very much.”

Billy laughed, nodding his head and popping a fry into his mouth. “Riiiiight. Sure. Tell us about her, then. Tell us everything,”

“And we mean everything,” Stu chimed in with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Tatum elbowed him in the side once more but her smile betrayed her. Sidney, who was sitting beside Randy, nudged him with her shoulder.

“C’mon, Randy! We would love to hear about your sexscapds,”

Randy rolled his eyes but you knew he wasn’t annoyed. “You all are so gross. What do you want to know?”

As the other four think, you felt your stomach twist and turn. He was going to be talking about you. The first time you and he had fucked, he told you with a nervous smile that he was a virgin. You were his only experience and now your boyfriend was going to hear all about what you and Randy did behind his back and he wouldn’t even know.

“Ooh, I got one! What was your first time like,” Tatum questioned, placing her head in her hand. Another glance from Randy caused you to shift in your seat and Billy placed a kiss onto your cheek, whispering into your ear to ask if you were alright. All you could do was smile and nod because you were afraid of what would come out if you tried to speak.

“It was at that bonfire last year. Me and her, we went up in one of the rooms and had sex.”

“How was it?”

“Good,” Randy’s eyes lit up and you felt the heat pooling in your stomach thinking about that night. “Better than good, actually. She was amazing. Really fucking beautiful, too.”

Stu made kissy noises, earning a middle finger from Randy. “How good was she? C’mon man, we want details!”

“You’re such a pig, Stu,” Sidney said with a scowl, though she looked at Randy with a cocked eyebrow. “Well?”

“She was great. Not to be gross or anything, but she was tight, I mean every time I slid in her after that, it was like the first time,” Your face burned hot and you met Randy’s eyes. He was enjoying this. His eyes were lit up with some fucked up sense of happiness, like talking about your body in front of everyone was some kind of fantasy of his. What was worse was how much it was affecting you too.

“What about your riskiest hook up?” Stu questioned and again, Randy met your eyes with a smile. You knew what he was going to say before he even opened his fucking mouth.

Holding onto his drink, he wets his bottom lip with his tongue. “Remember that drive in we had the other week?” A chorus of ‘oooh’s’ surrounded you, swirling in your head, moving up your throat along with the bile. “Yeah, yeah. Anyways, when I left to go get some food, she was over there and we went into the woods and-”

“And you fucked her?” Tatum seemed interested in this story and you barely caught the look she gave you.

“No, she sucked me off. We actually got caught by this drunk guy, but I think he was too hammered to know what was going on. Doesn’t matter, though, because she had just swallowed my cum seconds before he showed up.”

You stood up quickly, your chair scooting backwards against the linoleum floor. All five of them gave you concerned looks, Billy’s and Randy’s burning into your skin worse than the others. “I need to go to the bathroom, I don’t feel too good.”

Without waiting for so much as an acknowledgement you’re off, practically running to the closest bathroom with tears burning at your eyes. The bathroom was thankfully empty and you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a sob escaping your throat. 

Hearing Randy talk about you hurts. You weren’t sure why; maybe it was because he was using you as a ‘gotcha,’ or maybe it was the fact moments before that he had mentioned another girl and that meant he had moved on from you, or maybe it was because you were ashamed of how wet you were getting as he recounted your sex to your friends and boyfriend without them so much as suspecting. 

“Y/N?” Tatum knocked lightly on the bathroom door and you sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands roughly. You opened the door for her and she slipped inside, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in for a hug. “You alright? What’s wrong?”

“So much,” You said, burying your head into her shoulder. She rubs soothing circles on your back, letting you cry it out. She wasn’t going to force you to talk, but you knew she had questions.

Tatum was your closest friend and it’s sucked not being able to tell her about Randy. If there hadn’t been Billy, you would have been gushing about him since that night. “Is it Randy?” You move off of her, your eyebrows scrunched together and she gives you a sad smile with a roll of her eyes. “Come on, Y/N, I’m your best friend. I can always tell when you’re not telling me the truth and I know something happened between you and Randy. Spill.”

And so you did. You told her everything, starting from that first night and ending at what happened just minutes before. She remained silent and by the time you finished talking you were exhausted. You wanted to collapse into a heap on the floor and sleep until you could forget about him.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” You respond, leaning back against the sinks with a sigh. “Holy shit.”

“So… what are you going to do?” You shrugged. You had no fucking idea. She sighed, coming to stand beside you and you leaned over to rest your head on her shoulder. “This is for the best.”

Her words sting. “Is it? What happens if I can’t stop thinking about him? Or if Billy ever finds out? Or-”

“Stop.” Tatum cuts you off, her eyes narrowed and her jaw set. You were about to get the cold hard truth. “You made a decision that night. Was it the right one? I don’t know. You love Randy, that much is obvious, but you broke up with him to be with Billy. You owe it to him to either tell him the truth, break up with him, or take it to your fucking grave. 

“You’re going to hurt someone no matter the decision you make, Y/N. It’s up to you to decide who it’s going to be; Billy, Randy, or you.” 

With that, Tatum gave you a kiss on the cheek, squeezing your arm before turning on her heel and leaving you alone in the bathroom with your regrets and thoughts taking her place.

Who was going to get hurt? 

#scream #scream 1 #scream 2 #scream 1996 #scream 1997 #randy meeks #simple pleasures masterlist #randy meeks x reader #randy meeks x y/n #billy loomis x reader #scream au #idk what other tags to use lol #billy loomis #tatum riley #stu macher #sidney prescott #f1nalboys masterlist #f1nalboys writing #f1nalboys works

[unloved-cadillac]

May I request a scenario where Levi & y/n are sleeping together. At a dinner someone asks Levi about his love life & he mentions he’s in a relationship. Y/n thinks he’s talking about someone else, so when they’re in private she decides to end whatever is going on between them bc she doesn’t want Levi to cheat. So Levi has to spell it out that he was talking about her. (:

C/n: I like this. I like it a lot. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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A Secret Love. (Levi x Reader)

Soft lips pampered your neck with kisses as you straddled Levi’s lap. Your hands scratched his undercut, softly moaning at the feeling of his lips, and he moved away from your collarbone to view his artwork.

“You need to buy me more concealer if you’re gonna keep on doing that.” You chuckle and he looks at you. Your flushed cheeks and soft pants made him want to have you then and there. But he had a meeting in a few minutes and he called you in his office for a few seconds of shenanigans.

“Who said I want you to cover it up?” He shoots you a smirk and you roll your eyes. You plant a kiss on his lips and get up from his lap. You go to a mirror and fix your shirt before looking back at him. “Your meeting starts in five. I suggest you go before it starts.” You say and he gets up. “See you later?” He asks before he leaves and you nod.

You would think that you and him were together but that was so not the case. Levi and you had a strict contract about your relationship being only sex. The whole arrangement was just about relieving stress from the corporate business and trying to find some release. At first, everything was fine. Levi would call you to his apartment, spend a few hours there and you would leave. Then you started to stay over. And that turned into just hanging out.

Being his secretary, you always knew where he was and what he was doing. So if he called you into his office, 9 times out of ten, it’s for a quickie. That was it.

Until you started to catch feelings for him.

Each kiss he gave you made your heart jump and the way his hands roamed your body with more sincerity made you fall for him. He genuinely cared about pleasing you, something you weren’t accustom to since most of the jerks you dated last three thrusts and pulled out leaving you unsatisfied and annoyed.

You sat by your desk as Levi went for his meeting, waiting for him to come back. The day was slow and the only thing that he had planned was this big meeting.

Two hours later, Levi comes back to his office with his colleague, Erwin. Erwin was Levi’s childhood friend and now that he was in a similar business position as Levi, they started to see each other at meetings.

“Ms L/n. How lovely to see you again.” Erwin greets and shakes your hand. “Mr Smith. Likewise.” You smile and glance at Levi. “Say, tomorrow night there’s going to be a dinner with many business people. I’m going, Levi’s going and I will love it if you joined.” Erwin says with a smile and you look at Levi. As much as you two had a secret “affair”, he was still your boss. “Uh, I’m going to have to check with my boss first.” You chuckle and Erwin looks at Levi. “Oh, Levi isn’t going to be a pain and not let you come. It’s at the Rose House Restaurant down on Main Street.”

Your eyes widen at the name of it. That was one of the biggest, most expensive restaurants in the city. You would have to book a reservation at least four months prior.

Erwin laughs at your reaction. “I’ll be looking forward to seeing you there, Y/n. See you, Levi.” He waves at Levi. “Later, Eyebrows.” Erwin disappears into the elevator and as soon as it descends you feel lips on your neck and arms around your waist. “If you wanted to go that shitty restaurant, you could’ve just asked.” He mumbles and you giggle. You turn in his arms and he lifts you onto your desk, settling in between your legs. “Do you want to go? Honestly I’m contemplating on going but if you want to, we’ll go.” He whispers and you nod. “If it’s not a problem?” He scoffs and kisses you as his hands start to roam. “You’ll never be a problem.” See, it was things like that that made you fall hopelessly in love with him. It sucked because you knew it wasn’t true.

~~~~

The next night, you checked your dress and make up for the umpteenth time and finally decided that you were ready. A simple long black dress with a slit up until your upper thigh with thin straps that crossed against your back made you look like a million bucks.

Your phone dinged and you saw that Levi was outside. You quickly grabbed your purse, checked your lipstick and left the apartment. You walked down the stairs and Levi’s eyes widened. You saw the change in his demeanor and you bit your lip as you twirled around, making him see everything. “What do you think? Not bad for a last minute.” You chuckle and he presses his lips against your hand, like a prince.

“You..look beautiful, Y/n.” He whispers and you don’t know if it’s the car lights or your imagination, but you thought Levi was blushing. You smiled and he opened the door for you and you jumped in. Levi sat in the drivers seat and buckled up. He started the car and a few moments later, laid a hand on your thigh.

It made your heart skip.

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The restaurant was as beautiful as you imagined. Maybe even better. Levi caught sight of the table and escorted you to it.

“Levi! You made it! Oh, Y/n. Looking amazing.” Hange exclaimed and you laughed. You weren’t expecting to see her here. “Hange?!” You say and she hugs you. “Surprised? Got back yesterday and decided to spend the day with my husband. Moblit says hi by the way.” You let go of Levi’s arm and sit next to her as Levi sat next to Erwin and his father. There were many other business men and woman there and although you were nervous, they were all lovely to talk to and Hange made you loosen up.

The night progressed from business talk to family to relationships. A very sketchy topic for you since you didn’t like to talk about it. There was one woman who was by Levi the whole night and you really tried not to be jealous. He wasn’t yours. So why did you feel the angry, green dragon of jealousy wash over you?

“Damn if I had you on my arm, I’ll never complain about anything ever again.” The woman slurs as she sipped her wine. Levi’s buttons were undone and everyone was relatively drunk so you were waiting for Levi to say “yeah. So let’s get outta here.” or something. Instead, something worse was said.

“Too bad I’m in a relationship.” He says and drinks the rest of his whiskey. Erwin, Hange and Erwin’s father snapped to him. “What?! With who?! Why didn’t you tell us?!” Erwin and Hange ask him and Erwin’s father pats him on his shoulder.

“What’s she like?” Hange asks and Levi groans. “As if I’d tell you.” His eyes glance to you. “Come on Levi! Tell us one thing, at least.”

Levi puts his glass down and clears his throat. “She’s beautiful. Witty and clever. She puts up with my shit and she’s special. Very special.” He says and Erwin smiles. You put your head down, staring at the liquid in your glass as if it held all the answers to the universe.

Levi was in a relationship? And he didn’t tell you? That means, this entire time, he was cheating. The thought made you sick to your stomach because as much as you loved Levi, you respected his unknown girlfriend as well and she didn’t deserve to know that her boyfriend had been banging his secretary for the past months.

“She sounds great, son.” Erwin’s father say and he nods. “She is.” She must really have made a special mark on his heart if he’s talking so much about her. You bite your lip trying to not cry. It hurt. It hurt like someone has stabbed your a thousand time and then proceeded to rip your heart out.

When it was time to leave, you kissed Hange and Erwin goodbye as waved goodbye to all of the people. Levi draped his coat over your shoulders and you froze. “Can only imagine how cold you must be.” He says and you nod. Weird. You always joked about everything and was so carefree so what was the change?

You and Levi walked to his car and before he could open the door for you, you opened it for yourself and sat inside. Levi pulled his eyebrows in, confused at your actions but he didn’t say anything. Rather he just went into the car and drove you home.

The entire ride home, you didn’t utter a single word. Not about the restaurant, not about the food, hell not even about him. Your mind was just trying to find a way to break this off in the calmest way possible.

When Levi parked outside your apartment, he turned the car off and looked at you. “You’ve been quiet all night, what’s wrong?” He asks and you breath in a big breath. “I think...we need to stop whatever this is.” You motion between the two of you and Levi’s heart stops. “What? Why?”

“Levi,” you look at him, dejected and tired, “you’re in a relationship and you didn’t tell me. It’s one thing to be doing this but she doesn’t deserve to be cheated on. She sounds like a great girl, by the way. I hope you and her have a good life together.”

Before he could even get a word in, you take off his jacket and jump out the car. You walked up three steps before your arm was caught by a hand, turning you. You almost fell but Levi caught you. “You really are an idiot.” He whispers and you pull away from his shoulder.

“What?”

“I said that you’re an idiot. How can you say that you’re such a great girl and then leave without me agreeing with you?”

Your lips part and before you could say “what?” Levi pulls you in for a kiss. “It’s you, dummy. I was talking about you,” he murmurs against your lips, “you’re witty and clever. You’re the one who can piss me off and turn me on at the same time. You’re the one who can put up with my shit. You’re the one, Y/n.”

You look deep into his gunmetal eyes, flabbergasted and touched. “Wh-Why didn’t you say anything back at the restaurant then?” Levi scoffs.

“I wasn’t going to officially ask you to be mine in front of a bunch of unknown people. What if you rejected me?” He jokes and you kiss him. Again and again.

“Never. I’ll never reject you.” You softly say as he hums against your lips. “Be mine, Y/n.” “I was already yours.”

You stay enveloped in his arms for a while but then he lifts you up and carries you bridal style to your apartment.

“Now can I show you what you being in that dress did to me the whole night?”

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“It’s only you who loves me like you do.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

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[chrisevansjellybeans]

Undercover- Mob! Steve Rogers Part 2

Okay here is the highly requested part two to my Mob! Steve post! I had some technical difficulties posting it but hopefully you guys see it in the tags now :)

Warnings: swearing and smut

Word count: 2.8k

“When I said go undercover, I didn’t mean under his covers, Agent.” Director Fury slammed his hand down on his desk. It had now officially been twenty-four hours since your encounter with the mob boss and you had been waiting anxiously all day to talk with Nick Fury. The rumor around the office all day was that he wasn’t too pleased with how things went down.

“I did what I had to do, sir.” You stated boldly.

Fury scoffed but didn’t respond.

He was quiet for a moment, his eye scanning over the piece of paper in his hand. You fidgeted uncomfortably as your legs were still sore from your romp last night and you tried to hold it together as Fury gave you a weird look.

“Just sit down, Y/N.”

You muttered a thank you as you took a seat.

“Listen, this is all good and fine but I want more. This,” He waved the note in his hand. “Is just a drug felony. I want this bastard put away for life.”

“But what about Stark?”

“A slippery politician, nothing more. I want insight on just more than this. I want it all.”

You sat back in the chair. You understood where he was coming from, but he was also acting like you hadn’t just uncovered a huge piece of information.

“Sir-”

“Which is why you’re going to continue...seeing Rogers. Your undercover assignment has just been extended until further notice.”

“But, sir!” You stood up in protest.

“But nothing, Agent. You’ve made your bed and you’ve already lied in it. Now do it again.” He snapped.

“Are you pimping me out, sir?”

“You did that yourself, Y/N.” Fury snarked. “Anyway, as we speak I have other agents creating an entire new identity for you on the internet so when Roger’s does eventually look you up he’ll find everything we want him to find.”

You felt yourself sinking back down into the chair. He was being completely serious. You suddenly felt very hot as you processed all the information coming at you.

“And what exactly is it going to say?”

“That you are Y/N Monroe. You are the same age as you are now and a barista at the coffee shop just below your apartment. You went to the University of Minnesota and graduated with a business degree, but currently can’t find any jobs. Pity. Your parents died when you were young and you have no siblings-no need to wrap anyone else up in this. We’ve made an Instagram account since that seems to be the most popular app among adults your age. I pushed for no socials but apparently it’s weirder if you don’t have one.”

“Okay...but I don’t have a coffee shop below my apartment.”

“You do now. Your stuff is being moved into a safe house apartment on the other side of town. That’s where you’ll be staying for now. Don’t worry, I have Parker holed up in the apartment two doors down.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to try to calm down. There was nothing else you could do. Fury was right, you had made your bed. You reached over and grabbed the file that Fury had pushed towards the front of the desk. Your new life all put together in a Manila folder.

Damn you, Ma and your slutty advice.

“You can go now.” Fury waved you away, now totally focused on whatever file he had in front of him. You hesitated, wanting to say something but nothing came so you left.

“Y/N!” Peter ran up beside you as you stormed down the hallway. “Heard we’re gonna be neighbors.”

You smiled at how excited he was. “It’s only temporary, Parker. Don’t wet your pants.”

Peter blushed and gently shoved you to the side as you both continued walking. “I know that. But doesn’t mean it won’t be fun. We could have movie nights or something.”

“I suppose we could find some time.” You nudged him back.

“Oh here, before I forget.” Peter shoved a brand new iPhone into your hand. “Fury had me add some tweaks to the geo location so it’s more precise than what Apple has. My burner number is already programmed in there too.”

You studied the burner phone, impressed that they didn’t just give you another shitty tracfone like you were used to.

“Thanks, kid.”

“I’m not that much younger than you.” Peter grumbled as the two of you finally made it to the parking structure.

You smirked over your shoulder as you walked up to your Jeep Wrangler. “Young enough. ‘Night, kid!”

Peter flipped you off but was smiling the whole time as you drove off.

You punched in your new address in the GPS and followed along as it brought you to the older part of town. You had always loved this part of the city but never thought to move out here. Even though it wasn’t the new upcoming neighborhood, the rent prices had been driven up by the young kids moving in who just “adored the old time aesthetic” and the lofted buildings.

Your building was one of those you noted as you parked your car outside of your new address. The old brick building was tall, maybe six stories and had fire escapes littered across the front of it. The front door was a rusted green that you had to yank to budge to get open.

Extra security, I suppose. You laughed to yourself.

Your apartment was on the third floor and right off the freight elevator. You weren’t expecting much when you opened the door but you made a noise of pleasant surprise when you did.

The inside was warm and inviting. A plush gray sofa that resembled a cloud was center in your living room that you saw right away from the small entry hallway. As you stepped in further you saw a decent size tv mounted against the wall and two bookshelves on either side of it, filled with books and records that went along with the record player that was right underneath the television. To the left the living room was the kitchen. Nothing big, which you didn’t mind-you weren’t the best cook in the world. There was a small bar-like counter that had two barstools perched underneath. Down the small hallway you found your bedroom. A king sized bed covered in an off white comforter set with matching sheets. Small potted plants hung from the corner near the window and an array of makeup and perfumes littered the top of the wooden dresser.

Tentatively you opened the dressers to find a whole new wardrobe waiting for you. There were basics: such as t-shirts, jeans, bras and panties but there was also a whole drawer dedicated to skimpy lingerie that you knew was expensive. The walk-in closet was filled with dresses, some formal and some you wouldn’t let your grandmother even see hanging off the rack.

“Well done, Fury.” You mumbled to yourself as your fingers ran down the silk fabric of a long evening gown.

You were settling on to your couch, sweats on and a glass of wine in your hand when you heard a knock on the door. Slowly you got up, grabbing your gun from the plant next to the door. You looked through the peephole and let out a curse when you saw none other than Steve Rogers standing outside your apartment.

You shoved the gun back into the plant and ran your fingers through your hair before opening the door, but leaving the chain attached.

“Mr. Rogers, how can I help you?” Your eyes twinkled as the man in front of you rested his arm on the top of the door frame and leaned close to the opening you had created.

“You said I would see you soon, princess. Looks like soon is now.” The nickname again caused your stomach to flutter.

“I was just getting ready for bed. You’ll have to come by another time.” You feigned a yawn. Steve’s eyes blared as he stood up straight.

“It’s rude to keep your guests waiting, Miss Monroe.” Your heart jumped at the use of your alias. Thank god your team worked fast.

“And it’s rude to show up to people’s apartments unannounced, Mr. Rogers.”

“Open the door, sweetheart.” He hissed, but his eyes held anything but anger. He was intrigued. He never found a woman before who wasn’t afraid to dish back his sass. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

“Say please.” You teased through the opening.

“Please.” He said through gritted teeth.

Chuckling you closed the door gently and undid the chain. Before you could reopen it though, Steve pushed his way through scooping you up in his arms as he did. You naturally wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms held tight around him as you squealed against his neck.

He walked you back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, holding you so you were still straddling him.

You pulled away but kept your arms hanging loosely around him. He smirked up at you as his fingers toyed with the hem of the tank top you had on. His eyes fell to the wine that was only half drank on your coffee table.

“Heading off to bed soon, huh?”

“My bedtime snack.”

There was a part of your brain that recognized him for who he was: evil. But another part of your brain saw him as the man who made your body feel things that it had never felt before and that had your heart racing like a schoolgirl with a crush. The part that recognized that he was so easy to talk and joke with. The great sex wasn’t a bummer either.

His smirk was replaced by a genuine smile as he pulled you down and gave you a kiss that had your toes curling. He moaned into your mouth as you slowly ground your hips against his, your fingers tugging at the hair by his neck. His tongue massaged yours, letting you know exactly who was in charge at this moment. His hands ran underneath your tank top, fingers tracing up your spine before reaching the front and giving your nipples a slight twist.

He moved his mouth from yours and peppered kisses along the side of your neck as he lifted the tank top over your head. He threw it to the side as his mouth attached to your protruding bud while his fingers pinched and toyed with the other one. Skillfully, and with his mouth still attached to you, Steve flipped you over so your back was on the couch and he was on top of you. He lifted his head, his blue eyes clouded with lust as he started kissing down from the center of your chest, down your stomach and down your legs as he pulled your sweats along with him.

He hummed as he spread your bottom lips apart with his fingers, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. You wiggled your hips against his face but he responded with a smack against your core.

“Honey, you gotta learn who’s in charge here and who’s-“ he kissed your clit ever so slightly, teasing you. “Just a little cock slut.”

His tongue circled over your bundle of nerves while fingers toyed with your slick. Gently he pushed two fingers into your pussy. Your eyes fluttered closed as his steady rhythm and flick of his tongue brought your orgasm to the forefront.

“Shit, Steve…” you whimpered, gripping his hair and pulling him close. “Oh fuck, I’m close!”

“Let me taste you, princess.” Steve growled. You nearly lost it at the sigh of your juices dripping from his chin. “Give it to me like the good girl you are.”

“Oh god!” You called out as he hit that spongy spot that caused your thighs to tighten around his head. Your body spasmed as it rode out your orgasm. Your chest heaving and your legs shaking as he slowly pulled his fingers from you. A moan was caught in your throat as you watched him put his soaked fingers between his lips, a look of pure satisfaction covering his perfect face.

Steve leaned his body over yours but careful not to let his full weight fall on you. He ran his nose up the side of your neck, along your cheek before letting it rub against your own. You grabbed his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. There was something so erotic about tasting yourself when your tongues met.

“Show me your bedroom?” Steve pulled away. You gave a weak nod. Steve stood up and hoisted you up, your legs weak beneath you.

“Poor baby.” He cooed in your ear. “Only one orgasm down and already can’t walk. I can’t imagine how you’ll be when I’m done with you.”

With that he lifted you and walked down your short hallway to the bedroom. In your hazy, post orgasm mind you hoped the mattress was comfy. You hadn’t even tested out beforehand.

Steve threw you on the bed and you sighed as you fell into the cloud. You leaned back on your elbows and watched as Steve unbuttoned the new shirt and trousers he had on. You stifled your laughter thinking about the wine stained ones back at his house.

“Something amusing to you, sweetheart?” He grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards the end of the bed. He lifted your foot up, setting it over his shoulder as he kissed the inside of your calf.

“No, sir.” You teased.

“You’re a bad liar.” He nipped at your knee.

Not as bad as you might think.

Steve made you come at least four more times that night. Your body completely spent when he finally rolled over and laid next to you, yours and his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

You rolled over and threw your leg and arm over his body, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. Steve’s fingers toyed with yours as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Spend the night?” You asked into the darkness. It was nearly three in the morning and your eyes were slowly closing no matter how much you willed them to stay open.

“I have some business things that I have to take care of early in the morning.” He answered, his fingers running up and down your arm.

“Oh, okay.” You said sadly. Steve’s chest rumbled with light laughter as he brought your hand that was in his up to his lips and gave it a kiss. You were soon realizing that he was actually a very affectionate person.

“But I want you to come back to the house tomorrow. I’ll send one of my guys for you in the afternoon.”

“Really?” You sat up. Steve blindly reached for your nightstand and turned on the lamp that was on it. His hair was tousled from the numerous times you had run your fingers through it and his lips were red and swollen. He looked like the epitome of sex and it was fucking hot.

“Yes, really.” He chuckled. He grabbed your phone that was on the nightstand and held it out for you to unlock. You did quickly and he took it back and started typing. “I don’t give out my personal number to a lot of people.”

“So I’m special.” You wiggled in your spot, a grin covering your face.

“Yes. You are.” Steve looked back at you and you were taken aback by the sincerity in his tone. He handed your phone back to you and you laughed at the name he had for his contact: Steve Rogers and an eggplant emoji.

“You’re a child.” You giggled.

Steve rolled his eyes and got out of bed and you took the time to appreciate his bum as he walked over to get his pants.

You gathered the soft sheets in your hand and brought them up to your chest. Although you weren’t sure what you were trying to hide, he had seen it all.

Once he was dressed and you slipped on a robe that you found hanging behind the door, you walked him out. He stood in your doorframe, his large figure making the space seem very small. He smiled as he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your head and leaned down and gave you a kiss.

“Make sure to lock all the doors behind me. And text me when you wake up tomorrow.” He demanded softly.

“Mmmkay, I will.” You said hazily.

“Go get some sleep, princess.” He laughed as he pushed away from the door and walked to the elevator. You watched as he got in and gave you a quick wave before whipping out his phone to make a call.

Once he was out of sight you closed the door softly, making sure to bolt everything before heading back to your bed. You were too tired to even clean up before you passed out.

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[lifewithdavefarts]

Halloween episode?

The DaveShorts is a series of (tentatively) shorter stories based on readers’ requests. Despite the name and the story below, they don’t have to be related to the main Dave series, so if you have any idea, feel free to share!

DaveShorts #1 - DaveFarts: CamoFarts

Before leaving for the party, Dave as usual decided to torture me with his farts. He made me trip over the couch, grabbed my head and planted it in his ass, only to start farting loud and proud. Dave’s choice for this Halloween was a pair of camo pants, simply because he thought they looked good and unusual enough (for him) to pass for a costume, even though the party didn’t require one. 

“Grenade!” he shouted, imitating a random COD soldier more than anything, given the kind of pants he was wearing, only to raise his leg a bit and rip another loud fart, because he’s that mature.

“Thanks I guess.” I said, as I went looking for my jacket, my nostrils burning. 

“Told you I had to test those pants first.” he joked.

"They look like shit, now let's go." I firmly said, annoyed.

We were late and yes, as much as I enjoyed my straight bud being chill and all about my kink, we had to leave. The friend who was throwing this party already messaged me to know what the fuck were we doing. Luckily, it was only a few blocks from us, so it was a 10 minutes walk.

It was late at night and were already alone in this boring town. Dave kept farting a couple of more times, because of course he did.

“Trick or treat, Tim?” “Which one is the fart?” I asked, still annoyed.

He ripped two loud farts back-to-back and passed it as an answer.

“Both, actually.”

Once we got the party, we were greeted by the scent of alcohol, the smell of some weird scented candles, and some buds, but overall it wasn’t a night for party animals (the perks of being adults, finally), it wasn't even "spooky" you know, though the music was nice.

“Wellllcome friends.”

Oh, it’s Greg, dressed up as usual even though it wasn’t necessary. Now don’t get me wrong, we all love a great Halloween costume, but please we’re just trying to hang out, stop interrupting our-

“You might be wondering why me, Greg, should be dressed up as magician...” he asked, but that was a rhetorical question and we didn’t care.

“’cause you’re gonna disappear?” Dave joked, earning some laughs.

“Very funny, Dave. But you see, I actually do know some tricks.”

We all rolled our eyes as Greg pulled his phone out of his pocket, and opened a weird App that all it did was having the screen flash in a bunch of different colors. He then pointed the screen right in Dave’s face, almost blinding him.

“I’ve been trained in the ancient art of hypnosis.”

We all laughed.

“And I’m telling you, Dave. You like attention? Well, you’re gonna be a... I don’t know... what’s popular nowdays...”

“Not you I guess.” he again joked.

“Fuck you. You’re gonna be a fucking e-cam girl or some shit like that. And you're gonna be one as long as your clients are satisfied!”

“What?” me, Dave, and our other buds said.

“Those are popular nowdays... right? E-cam girls? Please validate me I don't know what I'm doing why my life!”

Dave reached for Greg’s phone and put it back in the so-called magician’s pocket, then pinched his cheek as he was a cute dog. “You’re adorable, dude.”

We then all walked away to get some drinks. That was weird and embarrassing, even for Greg’s standards.

–––

Later that night we went back to our place, a bit tipsy because of the alcohol but actually not tired, so me and Dave decided to fire up some shitty horror movie to make fun of. I was sitting on the couch, trying to decide which one to pick on Netpicks, only to have Dave walk in front of me, turn around and bending over, his camo pants getting tighter and fully cladding around his ass.

“May I suggest a third choice...?” he said in a super weird, sexy (?) voice.

What the fuck. And obviously, a loud fart immediately ensued, right in my face, from that weirdly rounder ass. 

“Oh... sorry... was that me?” he said, again in that weird voice, right before ripping what was basically the other half of this loud fart.

I got up, my dick almost drilling a hole through my denim crotch. I was stupidly aroused, I'll never get used to Dave's farts and this is weird even for our standards.

"Where are you going, you hot stuff?"

What the fuck.

"I thought you liked me being dirty."

"I literally never said that. Like... never!"

Another deafening fart echoed in the room, Dave's camo pants wishing they were probably being used in an actual war rather than enduring my bud's loud blasts.

"Come here, babe. Sit on the couch... I'm gonna make this night unforgettable."

He stepped closer and then pushed me on the couch, as if he meant it. What the fuck. Did Greg actually do it? Was Dave... hypnotized? My bud was towering over me, my face aligned with his crotch.

The only conflict those camo pants were witnessing was me hating this and at the same being wildy aroused by it. I hate myself!

"Tell me something dirty..." he said, staring down at me.

"...mud?"

He leaped on the couch, while still standing up. He was basically teabagging me now. I guess, given the pants he's wearing, that he's again doing a COD impression.

"Oh yesss you dirty pig."

And I heard a loud blast above me, as his crotch rubbed through my hair. Fuck you Greg, what the fuck did you do to our bud?! How is this even possible?!

As the fart kept going, Dave was basically using my head as a stool. I gradually succumbed to my bro's weight and I had to lay down, and he made sure that my face remained aligned with his farting ass because apparently I had lost my oxygen rights.

Dave was now lying on me on his back, as if we were pulling off a gross, gassy version of the 69, his roaring ass still blasting my face.

"Ohhh I'm so fucking horny dude." he said.

"No you're not!" I yelled, as if he told me had a gun.

But he answered with another fart.

"Look how good those pants look on me, you pig."

Yet another loud blast, short but proud.

"I can feel you... appreciating me."

Given how we were positioned, Dave could feel my boner growing even more, which made me want to die accordingly. The stench was unbearable instead, and indeed I was probably going to die for real.

"Fuck you Greg!" I yelled.

And another fart ensued. I had to stop this. I had to save Dave but also myself. Then I remembered Greg's words: "as long as your clients are satisfied". Was this a clue to how to break the spell or whatever shit this is supposed to be? Maybe there's a safe word?!

Dave was going to fart again, I could tell because he was showing off his camo ass inches from my face... and as much I appreciated Dave blasting me, I didn't want to it be like this, with him not being himself.

I had an idea, and it was worth a shot.

"I unsubscribe!" I screamed. "I unsubscribe!"

Apparently, this was the magic word indeed. No fart came out, and it all went silent.

"Fuck, I can't do this anymore." I heard Dave, almost crying with laughter.

He raised his ass, basically letting me go and he sat normally on the couch next to me. I could taste oxygen again, or what was left of it in that room. I've never seen him laughing this much, not in recent times at least. Like, he was literally crying now.

"What the fuck."

"Bro did you really think that Greg hypnotized me?" he tried to say, but he couldn't breath for how much he was laughing. "I unsubscribe! I unsubscribe!" that was a really bad impression of me.

"Fuck you, you asshole." I hissed "That was horrible..."

"Was it?" he asked, with a smirk. "You pig..." he again tried to do that sexy voice but laughed again instead.

"Fuck you..."

"I appreciate that you still wanted the old me back though. I'm so moved I could facefart you again." Dave then said, faking some tears, but not the fact that he could facefart me again.

"I'm just going to bed now..."

"That's what you get for saying that my camo pants look like shit! You get to know them up close and personal haha!"

All of this was just a disgustingly petty revenge for something that I said hours ago. Fuck you, Dave, you're both the best and the worst friend/roommate I could ever ask for.

As I walked upstairs, actually heading for the bathroom to get rid of my boner, I felt another fart echoing back in the living room. "Don't forget to like and subscribe!".

"I'm hitting the dislike button!" I yelled back at him.

"I love you too!"

Yeah, despite everything, truth to be told I'd totally subscribe to Dave, as long as it's the real one.

The End

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[levihantrash]

Hi! Got a prompt for you if you're interested (feel free to write a drabble, a one-shot, or a multi-chap): Levihan, "One more chance." Open to interpretation. Thanks, and good luck! :)

okay so i decided to combine this prompt together with my headcanon for that levihan ring merch for a canon setting one-shot!

One More Chance

"What do you think of rings?" Hange asks Levi out of the blue, in the little room that could suffice as an office for his unofficial position as second in command.

"Why?" Levi knows that Hauge doesn't ask questions out of the blue without motives.

They could be random, absurd, silly, but there was always a reason behind their questions.

Hange plants one elbow on the table, bent forward in anticipation for Levi's answer. His eyes catch the glint of Hange's bolo tie as it swung back and forth.

Jewellery? Vanity aside, Hange knows better than Levi how expensive it is to obtain warm clothing and food, much less a bunch of shiny rocks. They spent days mulling over the Survey Corps’ budget, where to allocate resources, how to seek funding, and to keep expenses humane but tight.

“Why?” He repeats, unsure as to whether to sneak in a crass joke as Hange’s eyes were shining—in a different tone compared to the bright-eyedness that showed whenever they made a new discovery. It was, what was it? Nostalgia? Levi is certain that Hange had never, of ten years being by their side, even hinted at a desire for a ring, for whatever reason they might yearn for the object.

Hange knows Levi is perturbed—suspicious, even. They know that such an ambiguously-worded question, simple as it was, will not warrant a straightforward answer from Levi. He is far too observant to not think of Hange’s line of questioning as uncharacteristic from the usual. The usual Hange will elaborate; they will give details. Perhaps this is a ring made from a special sort of metal to go undetected from metal sensors to sneak past the enemy and pass on valuable information etched in code on the inside, for example. Whatever reason that prompted Hange to take a sudden interest in rings wasn’t for battle, or for moral good, which frankly, is more embarrassing for them.

“Do you keep those patches with you?” Hange changes the topic. Levi blinks, then turns to the drawer and pulls the handle. The open drawer speaks for itself; filled with rows and rows of haphazardly torn patches of the Survey Corp’s uniform, the emblem of the wings of freedom.

“You keep it here, huh…” Hange muses, touching one patch tenderly, feeling the crusted blood stain at the tip of their finger.

“Do you remember who each patch belongs to?”

Levi shakes his head, not defending the lack of differentiation between the patches. To him, each patch is louder than a name attached to it. A fellow soldier whose heart he carried on within him.

“If I die, Levi, will you bring back my patch?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Levi is quick to retort, sounding mildly irritated that Hange brought up the possibility of death.

“We all die someday.”

“We should think about how to stay alive,” Levi says firmly. “And what does any of this have to do with rings?”

Hange laughs, patting Levi on the shoulder affectionately. “You won’t let that go, huh?”

“It seems important,” Levi says, disgruntled. “You’re not usually so hesitant.”

“It’s not.” Hange waves their hands defensively, straightening up to avoid Levi’s gaze.

“What’s that in your pocket? Your hand keeps touching it.” Levi is sharp as ever, Hange thinks, itching to back out and tend to more important commander duties.

“Maybe next time! I have to go!” Hange brisk-walks out of the office, leaving Levi in the dust. He has the immediate urge to follow them, to grab their arm and ask what’s wrong, to force some kind of coherent understanding to this muddled conversation. Yet, he continues sitting on the chair, wondering if their mutual awkwardness had swept past them in the form of a lost opportunity. The patches flutter a little in the wind, as though asking him, what are you so afraid of?

He closes the drawer and sinks back onto the creaky, wooden chair, waiting for Hange to come back.

The next time he sees them again is when he’s so battered that his back trembles at the prospect of sitting on another hard surface. The series of negotiations, arguments, plans, fly past him in a whirlwind of decisions led by Hange. He occasionally spots the bulge in their side pocket, but his head is spinning with a million of other more dire worries to figure out what the hell is this unresolved mystery from months ago.

One night, as Hange tends to the bandages around his head, traces the stiches on his face, and mumbles quiet nothings about how they’re glad he’s alive, he finally lifts a shaky hand to point at the bulging pocket.

“Are you going to tell me what’s in that?”

“Nothing that will help us stop this mess,” Hange says, sweeping some of the fringe off his forehead to wipe the sweat underneath.

“But it’s important to you,” he states. Hange nods slowly.

“And you want to show it to me.” He tries, unaccustomed to the presumptuousness of his claim. But there is little time. If there was ever time before, now they were running on thin, cracked lines of time, teetering over the edge.

Hange sighs, and stuffs a reluctant hand into their pocket to bring out a small box.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t use the Scouts’ funds.”

“The Survey Corps doesn’t exist anymore,” Levi reminds them, to distract his mind from speculating endlessly about what’s in the box. He wants to sit up. Physically straining himself feels unwise, so he settles with tilting his head to get a clearer view of both Hange and the box.

Hange carefully holds his shoulders to sit him up, leaning him against them.

“I got rings for us.”

“Huh?”

The box is opened, and inside were two shining rings in silver and gold. Purple embellishment on the gold and green on silver. Not to mention it was heart-shaped rings. Levi feels his cheeks getting warmer by the second by its blatant implications, and is thankful that the bandages literally covered half his face.

“I know, I told them not to make it heart-shaped but you know when Reeves knew it was for you he said I had to make it obvious, whatever that meant,” Hange says quickly, snapping the box shut so as to save themselves from having to confront what was glaring at them.

“It’s not practical for fighting,” Levi murmurs, reaching out to take the box from Hange.

“Dedicate your hearts… wasn’t that what Erwin said?” Hange, always the one to inject light humour in tense situations, decides it will be alright to quote Erwin’s war cry in what is essentially a confession.

“Right.” Levi opens the box, looking expectantly at Hange.

“What?”

“Rings are for wearing, right?”

“You said they weren’t practical!”

“We’re not fighting now.”

Running their hands through their hair, Hange looks rather sheepish. “It’s a bit selfish but I just want to be remembered. As more than a patch.”

Levi frowns, bandages crinkling. “You think I’ll forget you?”

“I don’t know.”

“I won’t forget you. Ring or no ring.”

Upon hearing the seriousness of Levi’s voice, the light-heartedness returns to Hange, as they cheekily present the ring to them.

“Well then, will you dedicate your heart to me, shitty Captain?”

“Whatever, Four-eyes.” He says it as flippantly as he can, yet handles the ring like sudden movement will break it.

“Hah! I wonder what the kids will say about the rings…” Hange stretches out and lays beside Levi, admiring the ring on their hand amidst the backdrop of night stars. He takes their hand and weaves his fingers through it, placing their interlocked hands on his chest.

After the plane takes off, Levi’s eyes are trained on the floor. The plane rattles, swerves, and gains momentum. Everyone around him is emotional—rightly so, because their leader had said a fleeting goodbye before leaping to their death. He holds one hand in the other, feeling the cold metal on his finger. Rings don’t leave the smell of Hange’s skin when they lie their head on his shoulder after a long day. Rings don’t capture the sound of Hange’s laugh when they make friendly banter with their juniors, or when Levi makes the occasional, dry joke that only they pick up on. Rings don’t emulate the dialogue of their late-night discussions in his office, the tea that he makes and that they drink from the same cup—to save the time needed for washing, according to Hange. He doesn’t protest.

Still, the ring is all he has left. The one chance Hange had, they entrusted in him this ring. They could translate Levi’s words into more palpable versions for other people, but they could not for the life of them come up with words to express their more vulnerable feelings. For Hange, the ring was another chance to cement what remained unspoken: I hope you remember me. I’m here with you.

The last chance Levi had, he placed a fist on their heart.

“Dedicate your heart.” The ring flashes in the sunlight, making Hange blink back tears.

Now, he clutches one hand in the other.

“See you, Hange.” The ring stares back, patiently. He closes his eyes, bringing the thin, metal sentiment to his lips.

“Keep watching us.”

thank you for the prompt @djmarinizelablog !! ^_^

#aot #levihan #rings #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levi x hange #fanfiction #my writing #hanji zoe #shingeki no kyojin #prompt #how many times can i use these same three lines from chapter 132 #yes i admit merch has inspired my writing what can i say #tbh a heart shaped ring irl sounds hard to wear XD