#im rapidly running out of fucks to give but also i will do anything to avoid returning to the psych ward

[scorpioracha]

Dating Yoongi

We've finally got the dating Yoongi headcanons!! I'm sorry it took so long but boy is it lengthy so strap in. this is not proofread and im fucking exhausted so edits to be done eventually. if you enjoy reblog, like and leave a comment. cw: does contain smut and one kys moment

Your meet cute with Yoongi ended up being more of a meet awkward than anything. It was 3am at one of the many random convenience stores in Gangnam and you were exhausted, exhausted and hungry. You were doing a year in Seoul for your major and the timezones were really fucking you up. Puffy sleepy eyes,glasses on and a sleep mask resting on your forehead made quite the picture.

It was also quite the picture when you ran into a rack of honey butter chips and wiped out on the floor.

Full wipeout.

Legs up,gravity turned on its head wiped out.

Thankfully the only thing wounded was your pride, but you kinda wished you knocked yourself out so you couldn’t see the handsome man towering over laughing so hard his eyes practically disappeared and a gummy smile on his face. He had a cup of ice and one of those americano packets balanced in one hand and a helmet dangling in his other.

“...chana?”

“Huh?”you said in a daze. 

“Gwaenchana?”he purred in a low rumble. He looked at your lost expression and sucked in a breath.

“Are you okay?”It was a little clunky and half mumbled but you didn’t want to put this man through any more mental torment so you nodded quickly.

“Ne, na gwaenchana!”you replied and quickly scrambled to your feet, almost falling once again because your ankle decided now was the time to roll. He quickly reached out and steadied you, looking at you with so much bewilderment the whole situation felt comical. He looked at the hand that still rested on your arm and quickly pulled it away, you swear you saw his pale cheeks turn pink.

“Um…”he rumbled, looking at you with weary eyes. “stay”

You nodded with wide eyes as you watched this random man run around the convenience store and come back with a juice box and a random red pouch. He looked at you and held up each one.

“Bae juice”

He held up the red pouch. “Hong sam jelly for sukchwi…one moment”

He pulled out his phone and typed quickly. He held the phone to his ear and hummed.

“For hangover”he said, pointing to the two items again. Your eyes widened and you shook your head rapidly. You weren’t drunk. He definitely misinterpreted the situation and just smiled, giving you a smile and waving goodbye before disappearing into the night.

And what do you do when a pretty man buys you pear juice and ginseng jelly in a foreign country?

You fucking c o n s u m e it.

And the next morning when you woke up late to your 8:00am lecture, you just blamed the crazy night because wow what the fuck happened.

You spent the rest of your classes thinking about that handsome stranger. Maybe you did hit your head because WHY didn’t you ask for his name or his katalk? You could have done the whole ‘oh handsome young man, I need to pay you back’ kinda schtick but your brain decided to cosplay the very first windows computer and blue screen the minute you looked at him. stupid.

“Stupid” you groaned, trudging back to your dorm. You had been blessed—got accommodations—for a single room so it was just you and your twin sized 

Oh yeah, and your pining. 

Couldn’t forget about your pining.

You needed a drink. A good drink,some good food and some cartoons to get your mind off this random man. Within minutes you had a bottle of soju and a hefty platter of tteokbokki on the way. Maybe you’d go out for bingsu sometime this week with the girls from your lecture. They were sweet and treated you just like anyone else despite the racial and cultural differences, doting on you as their new maknae and always making sure you ate between classes. It was nice to be looked out for so thoroughly, especially when you were so far away from home. You pulled your phone out to text them when you got a notification that your delivery driver was already on the way.

Huh. they were already earning themself a tip. You stood eagerly by the door waiting and even though you were watching the app like a hawk, you jumped when the doorbell rang and scrambled to open it.

“Gamsahab-”you looked up and saw a familiar set of eyes. “...-nida”

“Soju?”he raises his brow in a way that says ‘again?’. You felt your face grow hot and shook your head rapidly. He just smirked and handed over your takeout bags.

Once again you fucked up,blanked and forgot to ask for his name.

 Damn pretty boy with his pretty eyes and his stupid smile.

It was months before you had seen him again. 

Time heals all wounds and you began to move on. You hung out more with your friends, went to karaoke,saw the sights of Seoul and slowly but surely felt yourself moving on.

It was on a rainy day in May where you found yourself at your usual convenience store. The weather went from sunny skies to torrential downpour within minutes and you had just gotten your hair done. You were looking for an umbrella but found yourself in the snack aisle. 

Blame it on the wind.

What you didn’t expect to find in the snack aisle were seven men bickering. 

You kinda just stood like 🧍🏾‍♀️ until one of them finally turned and god he was stunning 

“Yah, Yoongi-yah!! Move and let this lady through!”

The ‘Yoongi’ in question quickly scooted out of the way, mumbling about how they were all in the way. 

That mumble…

“Yoongi..”you whispered before you could even stop yourself. His gaze snapped up and for once you caught him off guard. His eyes flitted over you rapidly and his mouth opened and shut like a nutcracker.

“Soju girl,”he whispered. Then the moment was lost.

"na iroumi aniya(that’s not my name)” you huffed in annoyance. You know there was an honorific you were supposed to use somewhere in that sentence but your point still stood.

“You speak Korean”another boy said and god he was tall.

“Yes I speak Korean”you said, tilting your head up at him.

“Hyung, you said soju girl couldn’t speak Korean!”a voice laughs. You squint your eyes at this Yoongi who seemingly wanted the floor to swallow him whole. He stared at you like he had seen a ghost actually which wasn’t making things much better. The tall boy sighed and took a step forward, bowing even. 

“I apologize for my hyung,”he said solemnly. “He’s usually not this dumb. I’m Kim Namjoon and these are my bandmates. What’s your name?”

You smiled and returned the bow, happy to finally have some familiarity, both language and warmth.

“I’m y/n”you said. “I think me and your hyung have some catching up to do”

Yes, to say it was a meet awkward was the nicest way to put it.

It was a fucking train wreck of events if you were being completely honest.

You had exchanged info with Namjoon seeing as he spoke the most English and was the only one who didn’t 👁️👄👁️ at you which was nice and had quickly become good friends with one another.

Seeing that their leader liked you, the rest of the boys quickly followed suit and you suddenly had a much bigger friend group than you could even imagine.

Yoongi had become a lot more reserved in a way that was off putting to say the least. You’d only ever spoken to him twice before but there was something off.

you’d asked Namjoon about it during one of your study/music/kill each other from frustration sections and he just shrugged mumbling something about ‘hyung being busy’ 

you rolled your eyes and grabbed your stuff to find out yourself. That’s what you get for asking a dumbass.

Yoongi had been exactly where you’d expect him to be, crammed into one of the practice rooms with his headphones and laptop.

“Yoongi,” you said, tapping on his shoulder. He spun around in a startle and looked at you with a relieved sigh.

“Oh god”he breathed out, “I thought you were one of the maknae begging for food”

You couldn’t help but to smile, all the prior annoyance melting out of your pores and back to the depths of hell where they belonged. Talking to Yoongi was easy, that is when he was still talking to you.

“How do you know I'm not begging for food?”you smirked, taking a seat on the lumpy couch.

“Well, are you?”he asked, raising a brow. You shook your head and leaned back into the couch.

“You’re off the hook”you said, “but I do have a question” “Which is?” “Why have you been avoiding me lately?”

The room grew silent enough you could hear a pin drop. Cornered was the only way you could describe Yoongi. His shoulders scrunched up and he seemed to fold in on himself.

“No reason,”he said plainly.

Your eyes narrowed.

“So you have been avoiding me?”

His eyes widened.

“That’s not what I meant-”

“Then what did you mean?”you asked. Your patience was wearing thin and your heart was racing something ugly.

“I was trying to give you space”

“Space for what? I didn’t ask for space!”you snapped.

“Space for you and Namjoon!”he snapped back, folding his arms over his chest.

“Me and Namjoon?”you gagged. “The last thing me and Namjoon need is space, please collect your dongsaeng cause he won’t leave me alone!”

“Well he’s your boyfriend!”Yoongi threw back.

Huh.

“Huh?!”You shrieked. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to find out,”Yoongi continued, rolling his eyes. “So you can drop the naive act”

“Naive act—Yoongi, you think I'm dating Namjoon?”you asked. You felt like you were going to be sick. Namjoon wasn’t bad by any means, he was just so older brother coded it was disgusting.

“I don't think, I know,”he said. “You guys spend all your time together,you go on dates,you take naps together; it’s obvious”

“Well since you’re such a genius”You said, “How come you couldn’t tell that i’m in love with you?”

Huh.

“Huh?”he said, spinning around in his chair to fully face you. You ran a hand over your face and honest to god laughed.

“Idiots”you said in disbelief. “You’re all idiots”

“Hey-”

“I've been pining over you for months and this whole time you think i’ve been dating Namjoon”you said, shaking your head.

“You’ve been what?”Yoongi said. 

“Crushing on you”you emphasized, “You idiot”

“i..I don’t know what to say,”he said. You sighed and fully leaned back against the chair, feeling all the blood rush to your head from your bold confession. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“You can let me down gently for starters”you chuckled humorlessly.

“Let you down—what are you talking about?”he asked.

“Just reject me already!”You exclaimed, waving your hands frantically. You felt like a madwoman.

“Why would I reject you?”his eyebrows furrowed.

You were going to be sick.

“I’m going to be sick”you laughed, running your hands over your face and god were you crying?

“Why are you crying?”he rumbled softly, leaning in and wiping the tears off your cheeks. You just laughed harder, but that ended up turning into a sob because you were so tired. You weren’t expecting a fairytale but this wasn’t the turn you thought today would take. You felt yourself being pulled closer and you knew you should pull away, you knew better. It was all too much and he would just hurt you, but his hoodie smelled like coffee. His hoodie smelled like coffee and his hands were warm as they wrapped around you. You always wondered if he ran hot or cold, but he was neither; Yoongi was pleasantly warm. His hand had somehow wriggled between the two of you and rested on your cheek, rubbing the streaks where your tears trailed. His breath rose and fell in a steady rhythm and for a moment you felt weighless.

“What a mess, huh?”he mumbled, tracing his thumb over your temple. “I went and made all these assumptions…because I was afraid to say I love you”

“You love me?”you whispered. 

“Mm”he rumbled in affirmation. “You didn’t know?”

“No”you said, keeping your voice low, scared if you spoke too loud, the moment would disappear.

“I thought I was being obvious,”he said.

“I thought I was being obvious,”you said. You pulled your head back to look at Yoongi and that gummy smile was on full display.

“We’re both idiots”

Actually dating Yoongi went much smoother than the confession process.

In the early days, the two of you spent a lot of time in the genius studio doing parallel play, you’d work on your assignments and he would work on music. 

Obviously with many interruptions from the maknae line + hoseok, occasionally being prodded by Seokjin and Namjoon to eat,drink and get fresh air

Y’all needed to touch grass and they were sick of it

Being so close to the band in their early days formed an immeasurable bond between you all

But it also lead to a lot of sacrifices on your part that you weren’t prepared to make. 

There was the obvious like no posting about the boys on social media,nda’s up the wazoo,etc. This was all expected and you were willing to do so.

What you weren’t prepared for was how cruel the kmedia could truly be. You weren’t from here, you were a foreigner and that already put a target on your back. The fact that you weren’t thin or pale didn’t help one bit either. 

Thankfully, the boys and Yoongi reassured you in private. Namjoon did damage control and argued with the company to do more on your behalf, while Jimin and the maknae stood by your side like bodyguards wherever you went in silent solidarity. You were never alone. Jin dropped you off at university in the morning, along with Jungkook. Scolding the two of you to have a good day and to eat something that wasn’t chips. Naturally, Jungkook would bring you back once your classes were done and continued to gripe that even though he was older than you, he was still stuck in highschool.

You still hold this over his head to this date.

So thankfully, you had support. Support that if you didn’t have you weren’t sure where you would be honestly. It really felt like you all had become a little family, and being so far from home that was something you desperately needed.

Once the group got larger and was in a more stable position you better believe they all stopped holding their tongues, especially Yoongi. He could be a little hard to read at times but you were not expecting him to be getting himself into full on twitter wars on a burner account over you 💀

“Yoongi stop telling people to kill themselves”

“No”

Being in love with Yoongi felt easy, it was natural. He continued to take care of you in little ways whether it was packing your lunch,giving you transit fare or rubbing your temples when you were tired and falling asleep on him.

Our mans is definitely about that acts of service life. He loves quietly.

Pda made him want to die just a little inside but he wasn’t opposed to holding your hand. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide anyways, you guys were already public. 

He wasn’t the jealous type and although he’d never admit it, he loved how much you and the boys love each other. He’s got a bunch of pictures on his phone of you just in the dorms being domestic. You spent more time there than you did in your own dorm room.

 So although he doesn’t say it often, he shows it with every part of his being. The way his eyes sparkle when he sees you in the morning, his proud smile in your graduation photos. It also made his heart flutter that you got his dry humor and you dished it right back to him, smack in the middle of the maknae line teasing him and Jin about being old.

And when you learned Daegu Satoori from Taehyung to surprise him? Namjoon had to hold him back from proposing on the spot. And to think he ever thought you and Namjoon were dating.

Yoongi bits ✨tid bits about you and yoongi ✨

Yes Yoongi genuinely thought you were drunk and he wasn’t flirting(he got that nuerodivergent rizz)

When Yoongi told you the mint hair wasn’t real and washed it out you cried 🧍🏾‍♀️

You guys have two apartments together, one near Hybe and one in Daegu. You both prefer the apartment in Daegu because that means Holly gets to stay with you guys.

Everytime a new design for shooky it mysteriously appears in the apartment.

You guys have two cats per your request(a white one named sugar and a black one named gloss) the things Yoongi does for love

You guys have been happily engaged for the past year and he proposed in the most unromantic way possible 

NSFW

Baby, Yoongi is a switch with a capital S

Now I have never met a non kinky neurodivergent person and Yoongi is no exception. He enjoys a good power dynamic and has definitely explored kink in the past with previous partners so he’s experienced.

 But Yoongi does occasionally just like to fuck, no rules no dynamics. Just vanilla sex

He’s a lot softer than his image and he honestly likes the separation between the two for his own sanity. The fans think he’s this no nonsense hardass, but he’d much rather praise and reward you than dole out punishments.

He’s a softie at heart and finds a bit of bratty behavior to be cute so you can definitely get away with a lot. Not to say he’s a complete pushover but he definitely will let a good amount of back talk slide before he puts you in your place. It's almost infuriating how calm he is if you’re the type that brats in hopes of a punishment. He’ll just look at you and laugh about how cute you’re being before returning back to whatever he was doing.

It’s pretty hard to tick him off but also not impossible, the easiest way to get him to snap is to mess with him in the studio; especially if he has a deadline coming up. That's how you end up on your knees crammed under his desk not even allowed to suck his dick but just sit there and keep it warm while he works. The condescending mumbles and coos he lets out while stroking your head is enough to send you careening straight into subspace. “Just needed something in your mouth, huh?”he’d purr and gently drag his nails across your scalp

Tongue technology. We all know about it, but you get to experience this first hand at your beck and call. Yoongi is the first one to admit you’re spoiled and when you’re not being a brat, all you have to do is ask and he’ll be in between your legs. He could and has spent hours down there teasing your folds and giving you orgasm after orgasm until you can’t take it anymore.

Somnophilia. This is a kink that goes both ways for you guys but honestly he finds it really hot when you take what you need from him. Waking up groggy in the middle of the night to you fucking yourself on his cock is one of the quickest ways to get Yoongi whining and gripping the sheets. Bonus points if you tie his hands up or cuff them to the bed posts.

He’s not really a fan of quickies and prefers to take his time, but he’s not opposed to shoving you into a closet and getting you off on his fingers if you’re getting needy. He just wants to take care of his girl.

Speaking of his hands, they end up around your throat and in your mouth quite often. Whether you’re sucking or gagging on them, Yoongi makes good on this little fixation and makes sure you get your fill.

He’s down to being pegged. Somebody had to say it guys,🗣️ Yoongi wants something up his ass ‼️

Whether you have him bent over a table or you’re tied up and he’s riding you, Yoongi does enjoy penetration and he’s not ashamed of it. He likes how dazed and pliant you get when he’s bouncing on your strap all flushed and pink and whining. it’s a rush to his head and sends him over the edge faster than he can get a hand on himself.

He’s a fan of cozy aftercare and pillow talk. After you’ve both cleaned up and the bed is moderately clean, he’s off in the kitchen getting snacks and water so you two can cuddle and recap what you liked and disliked. He gets really affectionate after he cums so it usually dissolves into him mumbling praises and kissing all over your face before falling asleep.

All in all Yoongi is the best boy.

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[chrissturniolosbitch]

Lacrosse

a/n- this contains smut (ofc because i love smutty smuts), thats literally it...

also can yall send in annon shit? like literally annything idc... i just wanna read shit yall have to say😘

summary- matt loses his lacrosse game, and fucks the braincells outta you.. (jk not that serious) (i wish doee)

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I was sitting in the stands watching my boyfriends lacross game. We were losing againt the worst team, 0-4. "Shit cmon matthew" I said wispering. I knew matt would be mad if he lost considering this is his last game of senior year.

*BUZZ* it was the end of the game we had lost, 2-6. That was a major loss for matt, "i should..." before i could finish my sentence madi did, "go." I got up and ran down to the locker room waiting for matt to come out. I was waiting patiently for about 3 minutes before matt came out, "Hey baby." I said disappointed. He didnt say anything back he just grabbed my hand a pulled me with him.

When we got to the car, matt opened the door for me. I could feel his eyes staring at my body while i climbed into the passenger seat. When matt drove me home he usually went slow for my safty, but today he went fast. Still keeping me safe but i was still a little scared

When we arived home matt opened the passenger door for me, and held my hand as i came out. When i went to the front door to unlock it, suddenly matt came up beside me and turned me so i was pinned against the door, "You better be ready" matt stated angrily but calmly, "for what matt? Are you okay?" I said knowing exactly what he wanted, "Y/n... you know what i want. What i need" He said making me more, and more wetter every second. I giggled softly not allowing matt to see my smile as i unlocked the door and ran upstairs.

Matt entered the room as soon as i did, "hands and knees now" he said demanding you of this action I stripped naked (matt following) and got on all fours, turned away from him, but staring back at him. he suddenly sent a pinging slap to my bare ass before running a finger through my folds. This action caused an almost pornographic moan to leave my mouth that was definitely audible to his brothers just upstairs. as he placed his back to mine. he placed his hand over my mouth. "no more noise from you. don't want anyone hearing you." he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

He then started kissing light feather like kisses down my spine until my ass which he slapped again. suddenly i felt the tip of his cock playing with my folds. making its way up and down driving me insane. "please matt" i said rubbing my thighs together to get some friction, "please what baby?" Matt said tilting his head knowing exactly what he was doing to me, "please fuck me already" with the tick of approval he slipped his massive cock into my sopping hole causing my legs to almost give out. he wrapped an arm around my stomach lowering his upper body to mine as he menacingly fucked me at a pace seemingly inhumane. as he continued he pulled his arm away from my upper body up to continue and started toying with my clit. I rapidly started feeling the all too well build up towards my release. "i'm almost there baby. don't stop" As soon as those words left my mouth he pulled out of me causing me to let a few tears slid down my face. I was about to ask him why he stopped when suddenly he flipped us over, "Show me how good you can ride me baby" Matt said gripping my boobs, i took his dick to my entrance and slipped myself down still close to my high. My legs were shaking horribly but i still bounced up, and down on his massive dick, "please matt im so close" I said reaching my climax, "go ahead baby cum on my cock" After he said that i started shaking, matt grabbed my hips thrusting me up and down, a few second later matt filled me up with his babies, coating the inside of me white.

As he slowly pulled out of me, I collapsed onto his chest, the mixture that had been created oozing out of me as he licked it up from

my now sensitive pussy, making me whine in response. he then laid next to me, caressing my waist, "you should loss lacross games more often" I said giggling as matt pulled my in for a sweet, and soft kiss, "if it means i can fuck you like that then hell yea." Matt said laughing as we drifted off to sleep cuddling naked together

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you alr know matt loves doggie style😍

(legs are open matty (im a chris girl yall))

-mell 🪐

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[alexlesuagz]

Conversations With Your Drug Dealer [Part 1]

Characters: Vicky Lopez, Julian Ramis, Pippa Goldfinch, Dana Lopez, Chelsea Bloom, Edward Ramis (mentioned), Freddy Stewart (mentioned) Warnings: Teen angst, emotional abuse from parent to child, early spoilers for S5, underage drug use, canon divergence Relationship(s): Vicky Lopez & Julian Ramis, Chelsea Bloom/Vicky Lopez, Julian Ramis/Freddy Stewart (mentioned former one-sided crush on Julian’s side) (pls don’t hate me) Synopsis: Vicky, stressed out over recent issues, decides to buy drugs to relax. There is only one person she knows who has them. (Please note: I am aware the characters’ interactions in this fic are not canon. I just merely did some…divergence, if you will.) Feb. 13, 2018 10 more minutes until lunch. Vicky raps her pinky against the desk repeatedly in anticipation. Come on, damn clock, go faster! She grabs her paper and scribbles some more answers onto her worksheet. It’s science, a subject she gave zero shits about, so she doesn’t care whether her answers are correct. Once she finishes, she scratches her left cheek as she glares up at the clock, now continuously tapping her foot against the floor like it’s some belated kind of morse code. 8 more minutes. She lets out a loud exhale through her nostrils as she puts her head down on her desk, her hands running through her wavy black locks. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots Chelsea, her best friend, giving her a small look of concern from the other side of the classroom. Are you alright? Chelsea mouths. Vicky nods quickly. I’m fine, she bullshits silently. Chelsea looks back at her worksheet, and Vicky looks back up at the clock. 5 more minutes. Fuck this. If she had to last another unbearable 5 minutes in Miss Goldfinch’s class, she was going to lose her fucking mind. Also, it was 5 mere minutes, so why not just ditch? She thinks as her hand shoots up. “Yes, Vicky?” Miss Goldfinch asks. “CAN I USE THE BATHROOM?” Vicky exclaims in her best I-am-in-pain-and-I-must-piss voice. Miss Goldfinch glances at the clock. “Vicky, dear, it’s 4 and a half more minutes until the end of lunch, can’t you just hold it in?” Welp, that didn’t work. Time for the Trump card. “I DON’T THINK I CAN, MISS GOLDFINCH.” Vicky says through clenched teeth. Miss Goldfinch looks back at her and frowns. “What do you mean by that?” Vicky walks up to Miss Goldfinch and whispers some words into her ear. “Oh…OH…okay, then. Do you need anything?” Vicky shakes her head rapidly. “...Well, alright, then, go right ahead to the bathroom, and take your backpack with you if you must.” “Thank you, ma’am!” Vicky shouts as she grabs her bag and power walks out of the classroom. Great. Now that period 4 torture time’s basically over, now all I need to do is wait for…wait, what’s his name? She pulls out her phone and checks her notes. Julian Ramis “The Murderer Kid” …Ah, yeah, him. According to reports, the kid was arrested for murder around five years ago, which is why people tend to avoid him. However, she did not know everything that happened, and even information about the crime wasn't exactly what she wanted. What she wanted was cannabis. “Who’s that?” Vicky asks, pointing to the boy sitting alone at the less crowded side of the bleachers, typing on his laptop. “Oh, him?” Chelsea asks. “Yeah, beanie boy.” Vicky replies. “Is he a transfer or something? I haven’t really noticed him before until now.” “Oh, no, he ain’t a transfer.” Chelsea responds, shaking her head. “That’s Julian Ramis. Apparently, dude, uh-” Chelsea’s hesitating now. “He what?” “He, uh, ‘game over’-ed someone, like 5 years ago.” Vicky could feel her eyes widen and her jaw drop. “Are you, like, serious about this?!” “Yeah, like totes serious!” Chelsea exclaims as the two girls walk down the bleacher stairs. “Why else would he be so emo-looking?! Constantly smells of weed, too. I feel kinda bad for him, but at the same time, he’s like, really scary. Last time I tried talking to him, he immediately started getting high and mighty, calling me a ‘ginger, rat-faced bimbo!’” She shudders. “Jeez, he seems pretty bad.” Vicky replies. Of course, a guy who constantly smells of weed would have weed in his general vicinity, right? Vicky rehearses her plan in her hand once again. Alright, once the bell rings, find Julian, drag him over to the gender-neutral bathroom, and force him to fork over the drugs. And if all else goes to absolute shit, then remember that one self-defense acronym!...What was that one acronym again-? BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNG!!!!! Oh yeah, ‘solar plexus’, ‘instep’, ‘nose’, and ‘groin’. Alright, I’m ready. When lunch comes around, the whole school grounds are open, so Vicky knew she had a lot of searching to do. However, considering where she had seen him the first time, she had a good idea on where he was going to be. Sure enough, as Vicky clambers onto the bleachers, she spots Julian in the relatively uncrowded corner, eating what seems to be a meatloaf sandwich with one hand and typing on his laptop with the other. He’s also hidden in the shade, like a true emo. Vicky takes a deep breath in and exhales. Fuck it. Just introduce yourself and try not to get into trouble. She walks over to Julian, who’s still too invested in his laptop to even acknowledge her. What is he even doing, anyway? Writing fanfiction? As quietly as possible, she looks over his shoulder to study his screen. Oh. Oh. First of all, Chelsea was right, he does in fact smell like weed. Second of all, what the hell is he even trying to type? “Rejected and despised by all, I walk a dark and tormented path, leading to despair…” Julian suddenly shuts his laptop. “You know I know you’re behind me, right?” Shit. “I-uh-” She’s stammering now, trying hard to form words in her mouth. She then points at his backpack. “WEED. NOW.” It doesn’t take a genius to process what Vicky’s asking for. Julian takes 2 seconds. “...no.” “What?!” Vicky sputters. “But WHY?!” Julian slams his hand over her mouth and shushes her. “Jesus Christ, at least whisper!” In response, she removes his hand and hisses through gritted teeth, “...but WHY?!” He waves his free hand at the surrounding people. “Are you SERIOUS?!” He seethes. “Who KNOWS what the fuck you’d might say if I give it to you, you absolute dumbass!” Vicky whispers, “Come ONNN, Julian, just one ounce! Socializing and school’s been so hard for me lately! I bet you can relate!” The moment the last sentence leaves her mouth, she notices Julian’s eyes widen and his mouth hang open. “You-” He hesitates. “You-” Oh, fuck, I really screwed up big time, didn’t I?

Julian’s free hand is curling into a fist. …Oop, yup, I really screwed up big time. The hand that she’s clutching is shaking exponentially, like the boy’s about to explode at any second. She closes her eyes, bracing for the punch… BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNG!!!!! …but the punch never comes. Julian lowers both of his hands, glances at the crowd going towards the school doors, then looks right back at Vicky. To her surprise, his shoulders sag, and he lets out a huge sigh. “You know what? There’s no point in arguing. Meet me in the alley behind the building after school today.” “B-but I got cheer practice today-” “Fuck it, tomorrow.” He turns around and follows the crowd as they’re entering the building. “And bring the money!” The rest of the day had gone by in an absolute blur, and eventually Vicky found herself in the girl’s lockers with the rest of the cheerleading squad. “Yeesh, that shit was TOUGH!” One of the girls groans as she puts her stuff into her bag. “Tell me ‘bout it,” Chelsea grumbles. “Well, at least we had each other, right?” She gives a playful elbow jab in Vicky’s direction. “Oh, yeah, yup, mhm!” Vicky instantly replies, nodding. Chelsea buttons up her shirt and smiles at her. “Alright, I’m gonna wait for you outside, is that okay?” “Yeah, sure.” Vicky watches as Chelsea leave the locker rooms. “Oh, hi, Coach Kirk!” Chelsea exclaims. Sure enough, once Vicky leaves the school building, she notices Chelsea waiting for her in the courtyard. After they greet each other, they settle into their classic routine that is walking in complete investment with each others’ day. “Yeeeaaah, that test was TOTES unfair. I mean, why the FUCK were there apparently 3 Bs in a row?!” Vicky hisses angrily as she kicks a pebble on the sidewalk. Both girls watch as it hops and skitters down the road and onto the street. Suddenly, the pebble manages to hit a passing squirrel on the head, causing it to screech and hop away into a bush. “…Whoops.” The girls then continue to walk in silence. Vicky has no idea on what to talk about, and as far as she can tell, Chelsea didn’t know what to say either. That is, until she spoke. “Y’know, Vick…” Chelsea said as they stopped at a crossroad, “…what date is it today?” Oh, shit, I kinda forgot about that, Vicky chastises herself as she pulls out her phone. “Oh, it’s February 13. Why’d you ask?” “…what’s the signa— sigmi— eegh!” Chelsea shakes her head as she corrects herself. “SIGNIFICANCE of tomorrow?” She fidgets with her fingers as the two girls make eye contact. “Tomorrow’s February 14.” “Yeah, and what’s also tomorrow…?” Chelsea’s hands are waving slightly. Vicky can feel a slight uncertainty in the back of her mind. Then it hits her. “Tomorrow’s…Valentine’s Day.” “Y-yeah, I was originally hoping to do this tomorrow, but I think it’s better that I do this today.” Chelsea puts her backpack down in front of her and opens it. “Hold on, wait just a second-” Vicky feels herself standing completely still as she watches Chelsea continuously shuffling through her bag. What is going on?! As much as she loved Chelsea as a friend, something begins stirring in the back of Vicky’s mind. Oh, God, what’s gonna happen? Is Chelsea gonna give me a “Fuck you” card??? Wait, what did I even do to deserve it, then- “Here, I found it!” Chelsea stands up, one of her hands clenched around something. What even is it? “Uh, Vicky…” Chelsea’s now tapping her pointer fingers together, her hand still holding something. “You know we’ve been friends for a while…and being by your side for all these years has made me realize something.” Wait, is this going where I think it’s going- “…I…like you. Like, really, really, like, like you.” Right as the words leave Chelsea’s lips, something in Vicky’s heart stops. What that something is, Vicky doesn’t know. Is the feeling in her chest anxiety? Excitement?? Horror??? “Oh, shit, I forgot the card-” OH, GOD, THERE’S MORE?! Chelsea digs through her bag some more and pulls out a small pink card folded in half. To Chelsea’s credit, the card didn’t look bad — Vicky herself spots the amount of effort that was put into the paper hearts, the origami butterflies, and the pop-up rainbow. But something still is twisting Vicky’s stomach into two, and she doesn’t know what. She can’t even pay attention to what Chelsea was saying until the last part. “So, uh…Vicky Lopez…will you be my girlfriend?” Chelsea says as she opens the palm  of her hand to reveal what was in it. A heart locket necklace. Shit. On one hand, Vicky knows how incredibly sweet Chelsea is being right now, and she herself does care for Chelsea. But does she care for her that way? Do I like girls romantically? Do I like Chelsea romantically?! Hell, what would Mom think?! Smiling uncertainly, Vicky tentatively takes the necklace out of Chelsea’s hand and puts it around her own neck. It’s Vicky’s exact size. Vicky then takes the card from Chelsea’s other hand and skims through its contents. “I…” She finally stammers out, “I-I don’t know what to say…” Even Chelsea at this point looks anxiety-ridden — she’s fidgeting with her fingers and one of her knees is knocking against the other. What should I say? Vicky thinks. What should I do?! Throughout all her 18 years of living, she’s never even thought about love. Her mom would’ve probably set her up with some rich dude, anyway! There are two options she can take now — either she lets Chelsea down as gently as possible, or she accepts the confession and possibly puts her and Chelsea into a fuckton of shit. Fuck it, one option is safer than the other. This is for both her and Chelsea’s good. “I’m sorry, Chelsea…” She mumbles, “…but no, I don’t like you that way.” Chelsea’s expression drops into what can be best described as “well-hidden dismay instead of disappointment”. Shit, this isn’t very “let her down gently-” “I…” Chelsea hesitates, probably unsure of what to say. Vicky closes her eyes, getting ready for any violent outburst. What Chelsea does next isn’t what can be described as “violent”, but it still catches Vicky off guard. Out of absolute nowhere, Chelsea’s expression morphs into anger as she exclaims, “Well, I guess you don’t want this, then!” and grabs the necklace like it’s Vicky’s collar. “Chelsea, what the fu-?!” Just before she could finish her sentence, the necklace’s clasp breaks into two, causing it to get wrenched off her neck. Both girls are now standing at the crosswalk in stunned silence, Vicky with a Valentine’s Day card and pain in the back of her neck, and Chelsea with a necklace with a broken clasp and shock engraved into her facial expression. Chelsea speaks first. “Vicky, I-“ Chelsea’s words breaking the heavy air between them are what Vicky needs to talk. “I think I have to go.” “Vicky, I’m-” “Look, I’m so sorry, I think I have to go!” Vicky exclaims as she turns around and dashes across the street, leaving Chelsea in the dust. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. If things can’t get any worse, Vicky’s mother Dana is the one to greet her at the door. “You’re 10 minutes late, Victoria.” She drawls dryly. “I know.” Vicky lowers her head sheepishly. Dana scoffs. “‘I know’ won’t cut it. Be glad I don’t feel like arguing right now, young lady, because I’m NOT happy with your behavior today!” “Wait, what?!” Vicky protests. “What do you mean by that?!” Wordlessly, Dana reached inside one of her pockets and pulls out her phone and presses play on an audio file. It’s a voicemail. From Miss Goldfinch. Of course it’s fucking Miss Goldfinch. “Uh, hi, Mrs. Lopez, this is Vicky’s teacher speaking. I just want to talk to you about my concerns regarding your daughter’s recent behavior.”  Vicky’s eyes are glued to the phone in Dana’s hand, but through the corner of her eye, she notices Dana shaking her head and mouthing, Disappointed. I’m so disappointed. “Now, she’s not in trouble, but I’ve noticed she’s been increasingly more anxious over the past couple of days. Is it alright if we schedule a time and date to talk about it? Thank you.” The voicemail stops, and Vicky lowers her head to the floor. “Like I said before, be glad I don’t feel like arguing with you today. Just…just go to your room. You’ve embarrassed me enough.” Ashamed, Vicky walks past her mother and heads up to her room. Once she enters, she closes the door behind her and sighs as she leans against it and slides down. Oh, wait a second, I still have Chelsea’s card! Luckily, this time Vicky isn’t driven by her anxiety, so she actually decides to herself to read it and not skim over. Hey Vicky, If you got this card, then this means that either you accepted my confession or rejected it but were nice enough to take the card anyway. Either way, happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s a little thing I wrote: ”I cannot fathom my lust for the stars, because the world taught me to always look at the ground. When I look at you—my sun—I know I’d have to relinquish you from my sights, yet I wouldn’t mind if you were the last person I’d see before my eyes burn out from your beauty. I’d rather stare at you for 100 seconds and go blind than spend 100 years without you by my side.” …Okay, I stole that off of someone’s FriendNet profile, but you know I’m not great at expressing my feelings through words. Either way, I just want you to know that no matter what happens, through all the challenges we’ll face in our lives, I will always be by your side. <3 - Chelsea Right next to her name, Chelsea had drawn a rose. Vicky sniffles and blinks back tears as she closes the card and checks her phone. 3 unread messages from Chelsea. 4:25 PM CB: Hey CB: I’m sorry about what happened 4:30 PM CB: Vicky? [Read 4:50 PM]

[AUTHOR’S NOTE] YIPPEE-KY-YAY, IT’S FINALLY DONE! Sorry if the writing’s kind of rusty n’ sloppy, I’m still trying to develop my writing style- Either way, I hope you enjoyed! :D Also, the “conversation with the drug dealer” comes in during Part 2 because Part 1 is just Vicky Lopez angst lol-

#criminal case #criminal case the conspiracy #vicky lopez #julian ramis #chelsea bloom #vicky x chelsea #i made an attempt

[frozenrose13]

im so very sore and symptoms and jesus fuck im going to pay for this tomorrow but. we did the thing. got more flack about my non standard wheelchair from the drivers but w/e we don't care they are still legally obligated to either load us proper or refuse the trip entirely.

and we are super super trauma brain from both christmas and the drivers moving my wheelchair so much and also being literally strapped into a moving vehicle sets off all our control issues esp when the roads are all ice and bumps like this and it's drivers who've already gave indication that they are not pleased about the not standardness of my wheelchair and the slight amount of extra accomodation wrt strapping that requires on their end...

it went well though. it went well and im happy we went and im willing to pay what's required and. this is good.

we even got gifts which we are. equal parts pleased and trauma brain about.

christmas being more difficult this year but getting through it. lots more smoking than acceptable today of multiple varieties but. even this is improvement. we went to the thing. we're not chainsmoking etc etc. we're being (mostly) rational about gifts and holidays etc etc.

i imagine it'll be worse tomorrow but we'll get through that too. lots things looking forward to. mostly materialistic, but w/e we're having an alright time and im going to roll w it.

although will admit, getting more and more pissy about vaguely nonstandard wheelchair causing problems. like yes, "insurance" here doesn't give out chairs like this, yes i clearly got it "out of pocket" because we were rapidly running out of options and no one we were asking for help was fucking doing anything about our mobility, and it's not that much different than an average hospital wheelchair at least framewise.

it's more an inconvenience than anything but like. ugh. also more wheelchair problems, both navigation and mechanical/electrical. which is. excruciating to think about actually.

bleh we can never seem to be not doom gloom around holidays like this probably bc the commonality is family holiday and that's...pretty yikes.

[ratkidpoopoop]

sub muto x top male reader

warnings: male x male, anal sex, fingering, wax play, pain play, bondage, gag, pet names, non con if you squint, creampie, drugs, roffies, dumbafication (?), talk about getting a male pregnant 🙂, and really fucking shitty writing.

a/n: todays mutos birthday and hes so hot so i wrote a ff for him. also idk if this seems rushed i was running out of time and had to get this done. and its not proof read i wanted to post it as fast as i could.

today is your boyfriends birthday and you know it mean nothing to him, just another year has gone by nothing more. but to you it means a lot. you love him and want his special day to mean something to him as well.

the only thing you could think of was a nice, calming thing that he wouldn't mind like a candle night dinner and i little something else 😏. he didn't like being the centre of attention that much either so you made it at home. a nice white table cloth and 3 wax candles. you got plates and cutlery and set those up as well. you made your way to the kitchen and mad his favourite food then waited for him to come home.

you waited a while before you hear the door open and when he walked inside he froze. "what. the. fuck, why are the lights off" you ran into his arms and gave him a big hug "happy birthday mucho"! he just looked at you and he didn't know what to say. "uh- what that"

"oh i made us a candle light dinner, with your favourite meal, i didn't get you a gift because i didn't know what you would want so i just prepared this" you said with a smile "c'mon sit down lets eat" he followed you to the table and sat down. " ya know you didn't have to do anything to special right"? he added. "yeah but i love you and wanted you to have a good day with me.

you sat down across the table from him with a big smirk on your face, he noticed but didn't ask. "cheers darling " you say raising your glass. he raise his and lightly tapped his glass on yours. he took a sip of his drink and you kept your sadistic smile .

he started to feel a little dizzy and passed out, then he fell over. luckily you were there to catch him before he feel out of his chair. you positioned him in the chair so he was sitting up straight. "ha i cant believe the drugs works so quickly, i cant want to see to look on his face when i tell him i roofied him" you said walking away to get some rope and a ball gag.

when you got back to the table you took off all this clothes and tied him to the chair and the final touch the gag. you sat down back at your seat and waiting for muto to wake up. "MMMmmmmm" he groaan waking up from his little nap. "ah good morning baby did you have a nice nap, and well since you cant talk i'll answer all your questions, why did you pass out? i roofied your drink, why did i do it?, because im going to fuck you so hard you piss yourself" you said

his eyes widened in surprise why, why would you do this. he was scared for what you were going to do to him. you got up and grabbed one of the 3 wax candles from the table and brought it over to him. you bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "mucho, i wanna try something new" you whispered in his ear. he squirmed around in the chair trying desperately to get away. you dragged the candle close to his chest, working your way down to his stomach, then his dick. you shook the candle a little to make the wax fall off close to his base. when the drip of wax hit is skin he jolted and squealed.

you giggled a little before the hot wax fell on him again. muto was horrified, what did he do to deserve this. he was breathing heavily as his body moved up and down rapidly. his heart was beating our of his chest. he had been hurt pretty bad before but not like this. melting candle wax against his skin was the most pain he had ever been in. you had moved the candle a little closer to his cock. he couldn't take the pain but he didn't want to seem weak so he took it, it also felt quite pleasurable. the felling of hot wax hitting his skin really turned him on.

you repeatedly swirled the candle around his dick, it kept on dropping on him and it felt so hot. It was the fire was getting closer and closer to him. Then really hot wax fell on his shaking body. He couldn't take the pain and started to cry. "AAAHHHHHHHH Ugn MMm" he groaned out sobbing. "m-muto did it really hurt that much, im sorry baby" you said realising you took it a little to far. you untied him and walked him to your shared bedroom., and tried for best to help him and clean him up. "im really sorry muto" you apologised helping him get on the bed. "i didnt think it would hurt that bad" " its okay Y/N i just wasn't really expecting that, it was kind of a big surprise". you felt bad and wanted to make it up to him, so you carried on with the original plan to fuck him out of his mind.

"mucho let me make it up to you" you purposed give him a wet kiss on the lips. not breaking the kiss you pushed him on to the bed and got in between his legs. he grabbed his thighs and pulled them towards the sides of his torso so you could see everthing. "Wow sucha good boy" you say with a smirk making Muto blush. You traced around his entrance a few times before pushing your middle finger half way in, he shifted his position to get use to the stuffed feeling.

"you comfy"? You questioned him still feeling bad for what happened earlier. He nodded in response, you pushed another finger in his hole and scissored your fingers. "F-Fuck ah ha more p-please, i-i wnat more daddy" you never heard this big man ever call you daddy before, it suprised you. But seeing one of toman's heads so cut and helpless like this, how could you resist.

You grabbed some lube from your bedside table and squirted some on to your cock and his hole. He whimpered from the cold sensation of the lube. He moved his hand towards you and started to stroke you, then guiding you to his ass. " Please Y/N hurry I don't wanna wait anymore, I need this"

"hehe is you say so" you grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head. You slowly entered into him. He's cheeks were so flushed and he couldn't wait to cum. "P-please touch me i-i wanna cum so bad, I wanna cum with you, fill me up. I- I really wanna be full of you". He shouted with a whimper.

"that's no way a big man like you should be talking now is it, but your so irresistible like this how could I refuse you" he looked down to see if you woudl start moving fast. By the time his eyes met your pelvis, you snapped you hips into him. You went fast and fast. His head fell back slowly and his eyes rolled back. " I-im fuck fucking close ugh"

"wait a lite longer and I will give you the stockiest creampie ever" he couldn't believe what you said to him but he was excited. This has been such a fun birthday for him. Not to shortly after you thrusts got faster and sloppier. " I'm going to cum mucho, I'm cuming"

"ME TOO , ha me too" he came all over himself. His chest and stomach was full of all his cum. While you bred him, then kept fucking all the cum back into him. " I'm going to get it all so deep inside of you, I'm going to get you pregnant, we are going to have babies" he knew you were being a little over dramatic but seeing you fucked out and teasing him like some girl, turned him on.

When you finally pulled out, all you cum poured out of him like a waterfall. "Awe mucho it's so pretty, look at all that fucking cum" he couldn't even move, you teased him with candle wax then fucked him so hard he couldn't even think straight. He leaned up a little and hugged you " thansk Y/N this was a great birthday present" "oh it's nothing really I just wanted dto see you happy" "uh Y-N don't tell anyone about this, I know you are think of telling someone, please don't" you giggled a little its like he read your mind.

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[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

*-*-*

That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

*-*-*

As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

*-*-*-*

The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

*-*-*

"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

-*-*-

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

*-*-*

Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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@maxverstappenx @grandestrategia (because you are worth it 🦋💙)

#lewis hamilton #formula 1 #f1 #sir lewis #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x reader smut #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 drivers x reader #f1 drivers imagines #f1 drivers smut #littlemix!reader #little mix 🙌🏼🦋 #little mix

[rainileo]

imagine josh (seventeen) walking in on you masturbating

roommate!joshua x (female reader)

warnings: dildo use, swearing, sexy josh, dirty talking

lmk if i miss anything (not proof read)

a/n: IM BACK!! Sorry for being gone for so long, I had lost motivation to write but I feel like it’s good to be back on here and connecting with you all<3

5:30 pm

“Fuck.” You desperately whisper under your breath, throwing your head back as pleasure courses through your body rapidly. Your thighs shake around your hands and your back arches up in response.

Your heart pounds violently in your chest and beads of sweat quickly falling down the sides of your face from the rapid movements from your arm.

Thrusting the thick, pink dildo in and out of your sopping heat, your thighs shake harder as you pick up the pace.

The moans from the two porn actors resonating around your room and your ears burn from how loud the girl is moaning, causing your insides to flutter.

Trailing your free hand between your legs, you speedily rub your clit, desperately attempting to bring yourself to your release.

You body becomes tense and hot from how hard you were trying. Your insides burning and your eyes fluttering close as the tip of the dildo brushes against your sweet spot.

The only thing was, you completely missed your roommate coming into your shared apartment. The noises of the video, concealing the sounds of his curious steps towards your room.

And of course you thought you would be alone longer so you had left your door wide open, your lower half wide open and on display to whomever walked through your door.

You were so focused on your pleasure that you didn’t even notice Joshua walking into your room, getting an eye full of you desperately thrusting your... fairly large, pink dildo into your dripping pussy.

Joshua was immediately stopped in his tracks at the site of you, his mouth dropping open in shock, eyes widening.

The way you were eagerly arching your back, hand still furiously rubbing your bundle of nerves, caused Josh to fall weak in the knees at the sight.

Joshua had always thought you were undeniably hot, and honestly had thought about you in this way, but this was different. It was so much more surreal now that he was seeing it right in front of him.

You moan out loudly and the sound goes straight to his groin, his dick slightly twitching and hardening in the confines of his pants.

“Holy shit.” Josh says a bit too loudly. Otherwise if he had kept quiet you probably wouldn’t notice him. Your head shoots up in panic and your eyes are wide with shock.

The two guys make eye contact and everything goes still, the sex noises resounding around the room. You lift yourself onto your elbows to get a better look at him, dildo stilling deep inside of you.

Josh only smirks at your look; hair falling into your face, chest rising and falling frantically, your thighs covered in your wetness. He almost wants to pinch himself, feeling way too lucky to catch you in this act.

You both don’t say anything, just silently staring and blinking each other until one of you decides to break the silence,

“I-i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to catch you like this, I-I just heard-“

“-will you fuck me?” Cutting him off, biting your lip again and shifting your thighs around. The long dildo stays unmoving deep inside of you, and you continue to clench around it, awaiting his response.

“Holy fuck, yeah.” Josh says, letting his bag drop onto the floor and striding towards you.

He slowly crawls onto the bed, settling in between your legs, going to hover over you. you go to turn off the porn, reaching down to grab it but he stops you by grabbing your wrist, turning the phone to himself to see what plays on the screen. He let out and airy laugh when he sees the content that plays on your phone and drops your arm, looking into your eyes darkly and speaking,

“you like it rough, huh?” He questions and red blooms all over your face, becoming even more flushed. Josh swells with pride in seeing your reaction, smiling to himself.

You let go of your lip that was stuck between your lips and lick them seductively. Nodding silently in response to his question, breathing through your nose heavily.

“You want me to fuck you hard and rough baby?” His voice drops an octave, causing you to clench around the rubber between your legs.

You whimper and nod your head furiously this time, becoming more and more needy by the second, wanting him inside of you. Josh chuckles darkly and reaches his hand between the two of you and grips the dildo, pulling it out slowly, and roughly pushing it right back into you, and continuing that motion.

The movements cause you to let you mouth drop open and whine loudly. Looking into his eyes, you plead silently. “F-fuck that feels so good,” spiting out, back arching again in response to his ministrations.

“You want my cock angel?”

Letting one of your free hands trail up to rest on the nape of his neck, he stops to move one of his warm palma to your thigh, awaiting your response before continuing on. Your eyebrows furrow together at the lack of movement, biting your lip and bucking your hips, “yes josh please fuck me.” You answer, both hands moving to the sides of his face, giving him a quick peck as he his starts his movements of thrusting the dildo inside of you again.

“Good girl.” Was all he said as he kissed your forehead, pulling out the long dildo, leaving you whining from the loss of being filled. The dildo is tossed somewhere you’re not aware of as your focus is completely on Josh as he begins to remove his shirt, also tossing it somewhere unknown.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a little while now.” His comment makes you clench in anticipation again, him smirking after noticing and moving his hands to undo his pants, quickly shifting them off and throwing them somewhere along with the other forgotten garments.

“Me too.”

The sigh you let out is quickly cut off from him leaning down to kiss you again, pecking your lips and licking over them making you gasp out, allowing him to let his tongue explore your mouth.

The kiss you share is rough, teeth clashing as he moves his hand down to your core, letting his palm run over your wetness, spreading it and shoving his fingers in briefly to tease you.

The motion makes you desperately whine at him, intertwining your fingers into his hair and pulling it. “So impatient.” Commenting against your mouth.

With that he lets go of your lips and slowly moves down your torso. Taking a few minutes to leaves kisses against your torso, pecking your sternum once more before looking up to you through his lashes, “protection?” You motion to your bedside table, and he quickly crawls over to obtain one to move back to his position just as fast.

Moving back to his original position between your legs and opening the gold packet with his teeth, hastily sheathing the rubber onto his length. You let your focus fall on his movements between your legs and watch him intently, “you tell me when to stop.” He hastily says once before kissing you deeply and pushing the tip of his cock into you slowly.

The fingers in his hair tighten again as he grunts into your mouth, fully sheeting himself inside of you.

Josh pulls away from your mouth once he’s balls deep, checking for any negative reaction in your expressions. You desperately buck your hips up into him and he takes that as a sign to start thrusting, immediately gaining a fast pace, slamming into you roughly.

“Shit.” you spit out, watching between your legs to see him pistoning in and out of you, your wetness coating his cock completely.

Your brows sit in the middle of your face, furrowed as his cock fills you nicely. “God, you feel amazing around me baby.” Josh’s praise makes you clench around him, moaning out just as his tip hits your sweet spot when he grinds perfectly into you.

“Mhm, it’s feels so fucking good.” Your hands travel to his forearms, nails digging in from the pleasure.

He perfectly switches between slamming his pelvis against your to slowly grinding down into you to hit that spot perfectly. It makes you arch into him, chest brushing against his.

He takes notice towards your untouched mounds, slowing himself to a grind to grip them in his hands, kneading them roughly.

“So fucking beautiful.”

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagine #seventeen smut #joshua smut #mingyu smut #wonwoo smut #dino smut #dokyeom smut #hoshi smut #jeonghan smut #seungkwan smut #seungcheol smut #vernon smut #the8 smut #jun smut #woozi smut

[elijahs-wife]

Blurb (nsfw)-elijah and 28) “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

@thedumpster-fire this is a "elijah is dating a human and has been holding off on getting physical bc he doesnt want to break her" type thing :) hope you like this!! im kind of iffy about the ending lol its a bit abrupt but its a drabble so,,,

everyone else who sent drabble requests in pls bear with me i am not only very critical of my writing i am also slow as fuck however i will get to all your requests eventually 💘💘

pairing: elijah mikaelson x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, pls for the love of god minors do not interact, fingering, some spit 💀 m/f sex

wc: 600 ish

consider reblogging this if you enjoyed it!💗

How movie night had ended up in this, you can’t remember—right now, all you can see and hear and feel is him, and you’re definitely not complaining. Your hips grind against each other perfectly in sync, and you feel him rapidly hardening right underneath where you need him the most—and it drives you wild. You keep moving, faster and more deliberate, unable to hold back the soft whimpers falling from your lips at the sensation. Elijah’s head is already thrown back against the back of the couch, eyes screwed tight shut as he tries desperately to keep in control. “Baby,” his voice is a thin, drawn-out groan, barely audible, “baby, if you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

You look down at him, eyes lidded with lust, biting down on your lower lip, “maybe I don’t want you to stop. Maybe I want you to ruin me.” You were sick of him treating you like some kind of china doll, meant to look pretty but not be played with. He lets out another groan, and you can tell he’s conflicted, that he’s second guessing you and what you want yet again—but you lean over and start kissing his neck with a whisper of “I know you want to” and its game over. You’re not even sure how it happened but your back hits the couch and Elijah is looming over you, his face mere inches away from your own, those deep mocha eyes you were so familiar with now blown almost completely black with lust. You shiver when you feel the tip of his nose running down the side of your neck as he kisses your skin, and his touch is cold so why does it feel like your entire body is in flames?

His hands trail down your body, finding purchase on your trousers for only a moment before undoing them and yanking them off you, leaving you in only a tiny scrap of cotton. He gently thumbs over the steadily growing wet patch, a smug smile on his face as you gasp at his touch, “just as I suspected.” Pulling your panties aside, he moves down, sitting on the couch in a way that still gave him full access to your legs, rubs his fingers over your folds and you see him spit on your pussy—oh fuck, that feels good, you think, although your mouth seems to be lagging, unable to form any coherent sentences as Elijah’s fingers slide in and out of you. He brings you close, agonizingly close until you’re teetering on the precipice of bliss, when he stops and you actually whine in frustration, looking at him like he’s just betrayed you.

“I think you’re ready for me,” he says, and his eyes soften again as he looks at you, searching for any sign of discomfort or fear. “You’re really sure you want to do this?”

You nod frantically, another whine stuck in your throat. He’s undressing himself but you’re impatient, you’re so needy for him, but Elijah is generous, Elijah is giving, and in one fluid movement and a particularly loud curse he’s inside you and its fucking nirvana. He doesn’t go easy on you for too long, picking up the pace quickly and you don’t think you’ve been fucked nearly this good before. Then again, you’d never had a vampire in your bed, and an Original one at that.

Suddenly he hits that spot inside of you and everything you felt before is amplified by about ten times, and your legs are losing feeling and you’re starting to see spots because he’s not letting up. “That’s it,” he grits out, jaw clenched so hard you could have seen the veins popping out in his neck had you had the mental capacity to care about anything other than coming on Elijah’s cock. “Come for me pretty girl, that’s it,” and you’re gone, pushed down the cliff while everything else falls away, everything except for you and him.

#sleepover at tays💗 #drabble #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson smut #elijah mikaelson drabble

[youngbloodlisk]

Two Dresses // Ten

- Ten in a maid outfit

- female reader, also in a dress (hence the name)

- dom/sub themes

- a bit of sub ten but more dom ten

- oral, male rec

- mirror sex

- some hair pulling

- pull-out method (be smarter than a fanfiction and practice safe sex plz)

- some aftercare

@kxnkxmoon 😚

"Hey... is it too late to maybe... change our group costume plan?"

"Nooooo..." Sarcasm laces my roommate's voice "No, Halloween is just two days away and all of us have our costumes already except who? You."

"I'm sorry! It's surprisingly hard to find a maid costume. With maid costumes being trendy all of a sudden, they're sold out everywhere."

"Check a resale sight. Surely someone is trying to get rid of one... Oh, and filter by local pickup! You don't have time for shipping anymore."

"Fine..."

After a few hours of on-and-off searching through different sites, it's a page reload around 5pm that I finally find a listing.

Posted one hour ago, cheap, pickup in my area... but horrible photos. Bad angles, bad lighting, you can barely tell what the damn thing is. No description either. If the title didn't say "Maid Costume with Garters and Collar (Good Condition)", I wouldn't know that it was exactly what I was looking for.

But, that being said... it is exactly what I'm looking for... and it's here and available.

I message the seller to ease my nerves about the product before buying it.

"hey, do you have any other photos of the maid outfit?"

It's around thirty minutes later before I get a response from Mr. 1_0LeeCha.

"i can take some but i won't be home until tomorrow. work until late and im staying at a friend's house tonight to help him with something. i have a few from when i wore it at a work Halloween party last year that i can send in the meantime?"

"that would be awesome, thanks"

"sure one sec"

I wait a few minutes as the three typing dots remain on the screen, telling me that he's scrolling through his photos to send one.

My phone vibrates and I look back at my screen to see... something I did not expect to see.

A slender, fit body in a loose maid dress. The boy is on his knees in front of a mirror with his legs spread apart. The dress is pulled up to fully reveal the black lace garters on his thighs. The hand that isn't holding a phone is holding his dick through the fabric of the dress skirt. His face isn't visible in the photo, but his neck is stretched to the left to show off the black choker.

"OH NO no no no no no i'm so sorry i did not mean to send that one"

"lol it's okay, mistakes happen. to be fair it's still a pretty good photo of the dress. btw is that a wayv album behind you?? signed?? my roommate is a fan lol how did you get that?"

"it's a long story. im kinda close with Ten."

"my roommate says that's cool lol"

"haha yeah i guess. do you want the costume or do you still need more pics of it?"

"are the other pics gonna look like that one?"

"no!! fuck no i swear i wouldn't do that to you on purpose lol. btw i deep cleaned it after i took those photos dw"

"lol no worries i was just playing. i'll take it. pickup and pay in cash tomorrow?"

He agrees and sends me the address, telling me that any time works for him as it's his day off.

I get off work around 5pm the next day and set off straight from the diner towards his address, having no need to go home first.

It's a chilly, but thankfully short, walk in my classic blue waitress uniform.

I check the address about five times before I knock on the door, to make sure I don't show up at the wrong person's door asking for a maid costume...

That would be less than ideal.

I hear someone say, "No, no! I've got it! It's for me!" behind the door before it swings open.

"Hi! Maid costume?" The slender boy, with a body I recognize a bit too well now, cocks an eyebrow.

"That's me."

"You must be freezing out here. Come on in, it's up in my room. You can just follow me."

I nod and comply, following him inside. He closes the door and leads me down the hall to the correct room.

I recognize the dresser and window from the photo, as well as the angle of the mirror leaning against the wall by his door.

He notices the way I lightly chuckle upon recognizing the scene.

"Uh- yeah..." He laughs nervously, picking up the bag with the costume in it. "That's... embarrassing..."

"Why were you taking them anyway? Personal enjoyment?"

"Uh... long story... Listen, I'm really sorry about that-"

"I'm not."

His breath hitches and he hesitates to respond, seemingly wondering if I really just said what he thinks he heard.

"H-Huh?"

"I'm not sorry you sent it. It was pretty... and pretty hot." I take the bag out of his hand.

"Oh, really?" His head cocks to the side, his confidence returning.

Suddenly, it feels as if you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"Really. I wouldn't have minded if you HAD sent more, in fact."

"Oh? You liked it? You liked seeing me in that costume?" He boldly locks his hands behind my neck.

"I did..." I take the dress out of the bag, dropping the bag to the floor. I straighten the dress and hold it up to his body. "Do you wanna wear it one last time before saying goodbye to it? For me?"

He leans in, only an inch away from my face.

"You're still gonna buy it when we're done with whatever we're about to do, right?"

"Does it really matter?" I meet his lips for a moment.

When I pull away, he takes the dress out of my hands. He reaches down to pick up the bag which still holds the garters and choker, presses a finger to his lips playfully, and disappears into the connected bathroom.

I look around the room while I wait.

This guy has a lot more WayV albums, as well as NCT albums, all of which I recognize from my roommate's shelf.

He has a lot of books that look worn. No telling if he reads a lot or if he just bought them used...

I spot a framed photo on one of the dressers. It looks to be him and his friends (all male) in princess/similar costumes. All of them are smiling or making a funny face.

The guy I recognize looks to be in an Alice in Wonderland costume, which makes me wonder where that costume could be.

The bathroom door opens, calling my attention and making me turn around.

There he is, in that maid dress, leaning against the doorframe. He tosses the clothes he was previously wearing into the corner of the room.

I can't help but notice the orange and gray striped underwear in the pile of clothes.

"You look even prettier in person, especially now that I can see your face. I didn't expect a boy so pretty."

"Well I didn't expect you to be so pretty either... much less wearing a 50's diner waitress outfit. That's for work, right? Or did you get all dressed up to come see me?" He playfully saunters over to me and places his hands behind my neck again, in the same way they were before he changed clothes.

"Cute. And what do you do for a living?"

"Long story." He begins to close the gap between us again.

"You seem to be full of those."

"Maybe I'll explain them all next time."

"Are you implying you already want there to be a next time? We haven't even done anything yet, tiger. Are you really that needy?"

"Are you gonna keep running your mouth or are you gonna kiss me?"

Instead of responding either way, I grab his waist and turn us both around. I push him gently, but hard enough to make him fall back onto his bed.

I quickly crawl on top of him, hungrily attaching my lips to his and straddling him.

His hands run up my thighs and under my dress, resting on my hips.

Things escalate quickly as he presses his hips up, the maid skirt falling to expose his hardening cock, and he grinds against my underwear.

"So desperate, aren't you?" I quickly comment before returning to his lips.

He hums as an agreeing response.

I grind down onto him to create more friction which causes him to moan into my mouth.

I move from his lips to his jaw and slowly down his neck to his collarbone, all while still grinding roughly against his hard dick.

Soft moans leave the boy and his breathing gets progressively faster.

His shaking hand starts tugging my underwear down, and I stop and sit up to take them off for him.

Once the blue underwear are tossed into the corner with his clothes, I resume my previous action of grinding into him. This time, however, his cock is running through my folds, making me moan.

"Oh, it feels so... so good..." He chokes out, breathlessly, grabbing onto the sheets with both hands. "Please..."

He begins to rapidly buck his hips up, matching my grinding perfectly, until his body begins to shudder and his movements become jerky.

"I'm c-cl- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, sweetheart." I brush his hair out of his eyes, which gloss over as a sticky substance covers our respective dresses.

He catches his breath for a moment, but his energy returns fairly quickly. Good stamina, I assume.

I slow my movement on him, but continue to seek the friction his shaft was giving me, until he firmly grasps my hips and holds me still.

I can usually keep my cool, but this action definitely shocks me... especially when I look into his dark eyes.

"And w-what do you think you're doing?"

"I sub for my own benefit, not yours."

"That's actually not very subby of you."

"Your voice is shaking. That's actually not very dominant of you... but it makes sense. Did you think telling me to put on a maid costume meant you were gonna take full control?" He scoffs, swiftly flipping us over and pinning me under him. His bare knee slides between my thighs, pushing against my wet pussy, and he holds my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers... "You're dreaming, honey."

His knee slowly rubs against me and I can feel the garter which is falling down his leg.

The lace brushes my clit as he moves, sending a shiver down my back.

He doesn't let me enjoy it for very long, however.

He gets off of me and stands up, telling me to get up as well.

I stand slightly confused, and extremely sexually frustrated, next to the bed as I watch him pull his white desk into the center of the room.

He pulls off the falling garter, and starts to take off the other one until I quickly tell him to stop.

I bend down on my knees in front of him and carefully take the lace between my teeth.

Looking up at him, he's practically drooling watching me slowly drag the garter down his leg with my teeth.

Once it reaches his ankle, I let go and he kicks it off to the side.

Before he can even speak, I lift up his dress and wrap my lips around his tip. His knees buckle for a moment at the sudden sensation.

He leans back, grabbing onto the edge of the desk behind him for support.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, almost on the verge of gagging, and try to handle the last part with my hand.

I can tell he's trying to resist the urge to grab me and fuck my mouth, so I try to make it worth it with the way I suck and lick and stroke him.

When I look up at him with innocent eyes, he shudders and pulls me off of him, also pulling me to my feet in the process.

"If you keep that up, I'll cum again... and I'm not cumming again unless it's because of your wet little pussy. So, bend over the desk."

As I follow his instruction, I realize what he did.

He placed the desk in front of the mirror. The same mirror from the photo which started all of this.

He positions himself behind me, flipping my skirt up and running a slender finger over my pussy.

"So wet..." He sticks that finger in his mouth and licks it clean. "And so delicious too."

He runs his finger through my folds a few more times and sucks them clean as he lines up and pushes into me.

The stretch burns in the best way possible.

I grip the edge of the table as he starts to rock his hips.

My back arches and my eyes shut tightly, but he tells to look in the mirror.

The way the mirror is angled, I'm able to see under the table and watch him fuck me. I watch him disappear inside of me and come back out, which only makes me realize more just how big he is and how deep he's reaching.

He places one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder before he picks up his pace and starts to fuck me harder and faster.

I can't hold back my moans, feeling him so deep and watching it all happen in that mirror.

I notice his cocky smile.

He removes his hand from my shoulder and reaches down to rub my clit, causing my legs to start shaking. My orgasm starts to approach.

"Look at you..." He smirks at me, locking eyes with me in the mirror. "So pretty and getting ruined by a boy in a maid dress. I'm sure you expected this to go differently, didn't you?"

I let out a loud guttural moan and avert my eyes to the desk right under me, my head facing down.

"Baby, I can feel you clenching. Are you getting close?"

I shakily nod my head and feel his hand leave my clit for a moment as he takes a hold of hair at the root and pulls my head up to look at the mirror again.

"Watch it. Watch yourself cum all over my pretty cock."

He lets go of my hair, clearly expecting me to remain looking in the mirror, and he starts playing with my clit again.

My toes curl and I have a hard time keeping my head up as my orgasm finally rushes through my body. I clench around his dick and he helps me ride out my high before pulling out and jerking himself until he cums on the back of my uniform.

I feel almost limp as I lay across the table. My eyes are heavy, so I simply close them. I can't see anything that happens, but I can hear and feel that he goes to the bathroom and brings back a towel to wipe the cum off my clothes.

"Can you stand?" He asks gently.

I can, and better with someone to lean on, but my legs are a little shaky.

He uses the dampened part of the towel he got to wipe at the cum on the front of my clothes, before carefully having me sit on the edge of the bed.

He helps me pull the dress off of my sweaty body, tossing it to the pile of clothes.

"Wait here." He instructs, going into his closet.

He comes back with some comfortable looking sweats and hands them to me to wear.

I slowly dress myself and watch as he quickly changes his own clothes and then takes all the soiled clothes in his arms and leaves the room.

When he returns, the clothes in his hands have been replaced with a few bottles of water.

"Here, hydrate." He smiles, handing me one of the bottles. "I tossed the clothes in the wash. I hope you can stay for a bit, but if you can't then I can come bring you your clothes once they're dry-"

I don't miss the shining glint in his eye when I cut him off with:

"No, it's okay. I can stay for a while."

We both chug a couple bottles of water each before cuddling up in his bed to talk... which quickly turns into napping.

I wake up to a darker window than when I fell asleep, and I carefully pull myself away from the man to check the clock on the nightstand.

9:00PM.

I've been here for almost four hours, and asleep for almost three of them.

Quickly, a lot of thoughts come to mind.

One of us needs to put our clothes in the dryer.

I need to go home, I can't stay the night here.

Should I wake him?

As I watch his sleeping face, calmly breathing and mouth slightly open, I can't help but smile at how adorable he looks.

Before we cuddled up together, I placed my phone on the nightstand. I slowly and quietly pick it up, opening the camera and snapping a little photo of him.

I'll ask him when he wakes up if it's okay for me to keep it.

I brush a tuft of hair out of his face, which makes me remember when I did that same thing a few hours ago.

I feel my face heat up as I think back to what we did...

Around a half hour later, he's rudely woken up by his phone ringing.

Sleepily, he answers the call from a phone contact named "YangX2".

"What do you want?... Well, now I am... I don't know, uh-" He turns to me. "Are you planning to stay over?"

I shake my head, trying to be as polite as I can.

"She isn't... Yeah, I know... Obviously... Oh, thanks dude... Hey, that's mine!... I don't care that you found it, it was in my pants... Fine, if you've already spent it then-... Whatever... Yeah, thanks... Bye."

He hangs up and looks at me again.

"Good news and bad news. Good news, YangYang put the clothes in the dryer for us when the washing finished, so they're dry now. Bad news, he found money in my pants and bought him and Xiaojun some snacks at the convenience store."

I laugh with him about his stolen cash, which evolves into an awkward silence.

"Well, um... I should get going. My roommate hates being alone in our apartment at night."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll go get all your clothes for you." He gets up out of the bed and rubs his eyes as he leaves the room.

I make sure I have my phone and my bag, as well as everything that's supposed to be in the bag, while I wait.

Far too soon, he's hugging me goodbye next to the taxi he called for me.

My load is lighter by a couple monetary bills and heavier by a (clean) maid costume.

"Oh! I almost forgot..." I take out my phone and pull up the photo I took of him sleeping. "You just looked so peaceful and cute... is that okay?"

A smile lights up his face, as if somebody taking a photo of him asleep is the cutest thing anyone's ever done in his eyes.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Good. I'll... I'll see you around..." I trail off, realizing he never even told me his name.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." He also trails off, probably realizing that I never gave him my name either.

We share a look, however.

A look that says that some things are better left a mystery.

I get in the cab and close the door, giving the driver the address of an apartment building just a couple blocks from where I actually live.

The moment I open the door to my apartment, I'm attacked.

"Where did you go? What happened? Are you okay? I thought you just had work until 5 and then picking up the costume. So, why didn't you get home until 10pm?!"

I explain everything.

Well, not everything of course... but the general things.

"Oh my goodness... was he cute? You said he stans NCT, of course he's cute. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah, actually..." I pull up the adorable sleeping boy on my phone and show her.

Her eyes about pop out.

"TEN?!"

"Huh?"

"That's Ten! That's a member of WayV!"

"Wait- what?"

I suddenly remember what he said when I asked about the signed album in the photo.

"Kinda close with Ten" my ass...

#ciiikbwork #nct ten smut #wayv ten smut #superm ten smut #nct smut #wayv smut #superm smut

[pandoraborn]

im so sorry for the vagueness of this, but please. any kind of ghostbur+sbi angst. please.

Characters: Ghostbur, c!Tommy, c!Techno, c!Phil Word count: 1497 words Content: canon divergence, techno’s execution, post exile, Tommy is sick, Techno is injured, gore, blood, whump, angst, hurt/comfort, mention of death, SBI, sleepybois inc,

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He sees the anvil drop.

He sees Techno crumble, falling to his knees before springing back up. Ghostbur can only stare, as if hypnotized by the gory scene before him, because Techno is very much a skeleton, slowly being stitched back together by some unseen force. Logically, he knows it’s the totem of undying working its magic, but emotionally, Ghostbur knows he’s never going to purge this memory from his brain.

He holds Friend closer to himself as he watches Techno jump away and disappear in the following madness. If he had a heart, it’d be pounding rapidly. If he had lungs, he’d be wheezing and gasping in fear. The ability to cry is also nonexistent, leaving the ghost unable to do anything but stare at the empty cage. Ghostbur stares for a long time.

When he looks up at Phil, trying to find some explanation for what happened, he finds that Phil’s house is empty. Phil must’ve snuck out in the chaos, when Tubbo and the rest of the ‘butcher army’ hadn’t been watching.

Now he’s alone. There’s no one else around, no distant voices to help him come back to reality. Reality is watching a long time friend turn into a skeleton and magically stitch himself back together, before running for his life. Reality is his father being put under house arrest simply for protecting Techno.

Reality is Friend bumping into him, startling him out of his swirling thoughts. Ghostbur puts a smile on his face, taking the lead and tugging Friend inside Phil’s house. The sheep will be safe here for the moment, while Ghostbur thinks of someone to turn to. He needs comfort from someone who can actually speak to him.

Tommy comes to mind.

Part of Ghostbur wonders if he should even talk to Tommy, because he hadn’t seem Tommy since before his party. Would Tommy be angry with him for not showing up? Maybe it’s a risk worth taking, because it’s Tommy, and they love each other. A dim memory surfaces; he remembers Phil mentioning the other day that he’d been in contact with Tommy, and Tommy’s now safe from any sort of harm. Ghostbur wonders if that means Tommy’s at the cabin, so he heads in that direction.

It doesn’t take long for Ghostbur to reach the cabin. He hopes the others are already here and in one piece, but Ghostbur can’t get the image of the execution out of his head. If he had the ability to feel sick, he’d probably be vomiting in the snow.

Techno’s clearly home, because Ghostbur can see the trail of blood leading toward the cabin. Carl, his horse, is also just outside, unharmed.

Before Ghostbur can enter, he hears raised voices. He pauses at the door, leaning closer to hear more clearly, but nothing he’s hearing sounds great.

“Techno, hold still, you’re bleeding everywhere! You’ll also wake Tommy.”

“I’m sorry, I had to rip my arm out of an entire bar, right after being executed! I’m not exactly going to remember my manners for the stupid kid beneath us. He can always sleep later!”

“If you don’t shut up and hold still, I will splash you with a weakness pot and smack you over the head so I can heal you properly. Your bones need to set and you need stitches.”

Ghostbur’s heard enough. He barges in, trying to plaster a smile on his face, but it feels off when he sees the wound on Techno’s arm. It’s not just a deep gash, but a giant hole where muscle and skin should be. There are tears in the pig’s eyes, there’s an expression of anger in Phil’s eyes that render him almost inhuman. If Ghostbur were to actually let himself think about it, he’d admit he was terrified of them both right now.

“Ghostbur,” Phil says curtly. “Go downstairs and check on Tommy.”

“Your arm-”

“I’ll explain it to you later Ghostbur,” Techno grumbles. “Do what Phil says and don’t ask questions.”

“I was there! I saw what happened! Phil, I left Friend in your house.”

“Ghostbur, go downstairs and sit with Tommy. He needs someone more than Techno does.” Phil’s voice has an air of finality to it; Ghostbur doesn’t want to argue with him. Shoulders slumping in disappointment, he disappears down the ladder to check on Tommy.

 Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen the boy since before his beach party. Would Tommy be mad at him for not showing up? Why is Tommy even here, isn’t he supposed to be on holiday? Everything is far too confusing anymore, but even those thoughts are pushed out of his mind when he sees the teen sitting in a bed.

Tommy is far too thin and sickly looking. His skin is too pale, almost colorless, with dirty, greasy hair falling into sunken eyes. Each breath he takes is a painful wheeze, his fingers tremble too much to grip the bowl of food he’s trying to eat.

Tommy’s gaze flicks up briefly when he sees Ghostbur, glancing back down a second later. “Hello.” Even the boy’s voice is rough.

First he watches Techno die, now he has to see his brother sick and malnourished? What kind of holiday had he been on?

“Tommy?” He moves closer, just as afraid of the teen as he was of Techno. Ghostbur already wants to forget today’s events and go back to being ignorant. He’s happier when he doesn’t have to think about anything.

“Surprise, we’re all alive.” Tommy’s tone is unbelievably dark, as if he doesn’t believe it himself. “One minute I’m contemplating everything that went wrong, and the next, Philza’s carrying me here like I suddenly matter. I go to sleep, and wake up to Techno missing half an arm. Dunno what happened there, neither of them will tell me.”

“I watched Techno die,” Ghostbur blurts. He probably shouldn’t have phrased it like that, but the words are out. “He had a totem though, so he survived. It’s a good thing, I think.”

“Ah.” Tommy sets the bowl of food aside, lying back down. Rather than looking colorless now, he’s turning a shade of green. “That’s information I didn’t need while trying to eat.”

“I’m sorry Tommy.”

“Are you okay?” Tommy asks. “Forget about me, I’m in great shape. You, on the other hand, look pretty shaken up.”

“Ah, yeah.” Ghostbur looks away. “Tommy, I forget a lot and I’m not the best, but what happened to Techno isn’t fading. I’m not sure how to process it.”

“You need a hug or something?” Tommy stretches one arm out toward Ghostbur. “Because you look like you could use one.”

“Are you sure you’re not using that as an excuse to get a hug for yourself?” Ghostbur can’t resist the tease. Nor can he resist the offer, letting himself move closer until he’s in Tommy’s arms.

“Fuck you, I don’t need a hug from anyone.” Tommy’s voice is muffled. “I’m independent and can do anything I want to on my own.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Phil’s voice interrupts. “Even on your deathbed, you’re going to give us all a headache.”

Ghostbur’s eyes nearly bug out. “Deathbed?” His gaze whips back toward Tommy to make sure Tommy isn’t actually dying. “Does he need a tot-”

“Ghostbur, relax. Tommy isn’t dying, and I assume you’re here to talk about Techno. He’s not dying either. Everyone here will be fine.” Phil rolls his eyes. “All three of you are the most dramatic shits I have the misfortune of knowing.”

“Fuck you Phil,” Tommy groans. “I can still fight you.”

��If you can get up without fainting, I’d love to take you on,” Phil laughs.

“Is... Techno’s really okay though, right?” Ghostbur asks. “Because-”

“Ghostbur.” Phil sombers up to give the ghost his full attention. “I’m sorry you had to see that earlier. I know it’s not easy, and judging by your reaction, your brain isn’t letting you forget it so easily. Techno’s strong, Tommy’s strong. We’re all going to make it out of this in one piece, alright?”

Ghostbur looks down. “Three of you will. I’m afraid it’s a little late for me, dad.”

No one has a come back to that. Whatever fragile bonds still connect this broken family are still fraying. Ghostbur may be there, they may be able to see and hear and touch him, laugh with him even. At the end of the day though, it’s a harsh reminder that he is not Wilbur, that the Wilbur they’d all loved is still dead, and not even his ghost can replace him.

“Hey Ghostbur?” Tommy tugs on his sleeve. “Will you stay with me for awhile?”

“Yeah.” Ghostbur lies back down, wrapping his arms around the teen. Everything about the boy is too bony, nothing about his appearance is okay. He wonders if Tommy actually is dying.

Nothing more needs to be said though. Broken family or no, at least all four of them are together.

#dream smp #dream smp fanfiction #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #ghostbur #technoblade #philza #sleepybois inc #sbi fanfiction #angst #whump #gore #blood #mention of death #techno's execution #post-exile #canon divergence #slight canon complience #loosely based off hog hunt #sad-ist #long post #miishae writes #anon

[hearteyesbowen]

hiii! there’s this trend going on where if someone’s boyfriend is on a zoom class or playing on the ps4 their girlfriend flashes them and i thought it would be a cool idea to write what would happen if joshs girlfriend flashed him while he was on live and he get flustered and ends it to hang out w her if you know what i meannnn!! thank youu ur amazing

attention ☆ joshua bassett

how else is y/n going to get the attention of her boyfriend?

warnings: swearing , suggestive fluff

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“On my left, on my left!”

“No, no no!”

“Shit!”

Come over, he said.

It’ll be fun, he said.

We’re going to spend the whole day together, he said.

Bullshit, you said.

You could have done something else today, something more productive. Study for the tests you would have and inevitably fail the next week, maybe work out like you said you would this past New Year’s, clean your room from the mess you made while looking for your charger. Today could have been a productive day.

That said, you were never one to back up from being with your boyfriend. His schedule was pretty hectic with all the filming, interviews, and whatever it is that celebrities do, you didn’t pay much attention anyways. So when your usually busy boyfriend offers to hang out with you on one of his free days, it’s a steal.

Then he got an invite to play some video game with Matt and Larry. Then he asked if he could play a quick round, It would only be five minutes, babe. Then that one round turned into two, then five, then he doesn’t realize he has been playing for nearly an hour. Then you’re lying down on his bed behind him as he plays, and wonder if this was worth the procrastination you could have done at home. The answer is no.

You huff, staring at the ceiling above you, hoping there was something more interesting on the walls than hearing Josh laugh as he gets another shot in. Your legs dangle off the side of his bed while you lay on your back, strands of hair in various directions over your face.

“Josh?” You groan, tugging the hem of shirt and seeing a little bit of his back.

“Fuck off!” He screamed, smashing the buttons of his controller angrily.

Surprised, you sat up, making him turn his head. He gave you a quick look, pushing his headset away from his ears slightly so he could hear you better.

“Did you say something, babe?”

“I thought today would be just us, not us and your friends screaming at each other.”

He didnt respond for a few seconds, not until he was shot down and the round ended, erupting more profanities leaving his lips, and his controller leaving his hand.

“I’m sorry, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you.” He picked up his controller and fixed his headset, waiting for his match to start in 30 seconds.

“Are you going to give me any attention today? Or should I just go home?”

His head shot back towards you, eyebrows furrowed. “Already? Ok, I’ll just do one more round. Then we can watch a movie later.”

Without another word, he whipped his head back to the tv. You rolled your eyes, fixing your messy hair. Reaching for your phone beside you, you decide to scroll through your Twitter. Endless tweets from friends, celebrities you follow, and ads from various brands. Then a certain tweet caught your eye, retweeted by one of your hometown friends:

when your boyfriend won’t give you any attention 😂😂

Followed by a video from Tiktok, which was a girl recording her boyfriend in a similar situation as Josh, and from what you could assume, she was naked, which immediately caught the eyes of her boyfriend.

As if a lightbulb popped up from above your head, you smirked. You might as well give it a shot, he said one more round 20 rounds ago. Maybe you wouldn’t just completely strip in front of your boyfriend, let’s take some baby steps.

You stood up, stretched out your arms and back a little, and scanned the room. Josh’s desk was right next to his tv, so you thought that would be the perfect place for your little plan. Before making your way to the table, you unclip your bra from under your shirt, the tight feeling around your chest being relieved. You toss your bra on his bed, Josh not even noticing what you’re doing.

Casually striding to his desk, you lean against the counter, hands on the surface. The shirt you were wearing was a bit oversized, so your chest wasn’t as visible. You stare at Josh for a few seconds, wondering if he would even give you a glance. Of course, nothing.

Alright, initiating plan now.

“It’s a bit hot today, isn’t it?” You asked, changing your voice to sound more innocent compared to the annoyance you had earlier.

His eyes stay glued to the screen, his tongue caught in between his teeth. How dare he look so hot right now.

“Yeah, a little.” He mumbled.

You grab your shirt’s collar and start to fan it against yourself, hopefully making him look at you. You play with your hair, fluffing it out to make it look fanned, overall just trying to make yourself look as appealing as possible right now.

Still, no response.

Step two, here we go.

“It’s super hot right now, could we turn on a fan or something?”

You proceed to lift up your shirt over your head, throwing it across the room. You play with your hair more, looking anywhere around the room but him.

That was when he noticed. At first, it was a harmless peek as to what you were doing, then he took a second glance to fully notice you. His mouth hung open and his eyes widened, and suddenly nothing else mattered. Not the video game going on in front of him, not his friends’ muffled yells through his headphones, not even the fact that his character died seconds after he averted his eyes away from the screen. Just the way you looked, whether or not you had a shirt on, it was like the first time you met all over again.

When you looked his way, you couldn’t help but giggle at his red face. What else could you have done to get him away from that controller?

You looked him up and down and smiled, sending him a wink before you looked away.

“Yeah, uhm, guys? I have to go now, see ya.”

He ripped off his headset, turned off the tv, and left his controller on top of his console before practically running to you. He held your waist, his warms hands coming into contact with your cold skin as he stood in front of you. His face stayed the same since he first saw you, making you hold in your laughter.

“Wow, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered in awe, taking in all of you.

“I would hope so, seems like this is the only way for me to get you to notice me.”

“I’m sorry, no more video games when it’s an ‘us’ day, promise.”

You leaned up to gently press your lips against his, holding his cheeks in your hands. He smiled against your lips, and pulled away. His lips grazed your cheeks, leaving small kisses from your cheek to your ear.

“Why don’t I make it up to you, would you like that?”

His lips then trailed down your neck, painfully slow. Each kiss lingered even longer, his path stopping at your collarbone. He looked up at you with a smirk, noticing you nod rapidly. He moved up, kissing along your jaw and lightly sucking right by your ear, making a soft moan leave your lips.

“You said it was hot earlier,” He started, kissing your lips quickly.

His hands traveled down to under thighs as he effortlessly picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his torso, your hands around his neck.

“You better get used to it, because it’s about to get a lot hotter.”

“You’re so stupid.” You laugh.

“Did you expect anything else from me?”

A/N - this is a really late one , im so sorry to whoever requested this . but i hope u like it, it was fun to write (: this is also somewhat unedited so bear with me . also also i passed my drivers test so watch out road , im now a danger to society (; anyways love y’all xx

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I’ve Got You ~ Mitch Rapp

Mitch marched into the room - masculinity shrouding every inch of his toned body. Unknowingly to him her attention immediately switched to his presence as soon as he entered. Her eyes lingered and mismerised his entire body - from his chocolate orbs to his flexed bicep - awe and arousal oozed off of her.

If she wasn't in the midst of her own conversation believe me she would be drooling a river over him. "So, (y/n), I would like you to train with someone else - perhaps one of the higher tiers. I don't think that it is working out between you and I. I think you need more of a challenge." Her trainer, Daniel, informed wearing a friendly childlike smile.

Since she started this training program at her gym the employees there which also happen to be all men underestimated her abilities and strength. So because of their ignorance and blatant misogyny they paired her with the - said in the nicest way possible - weakest dude in the whole place. Don't get me wrong Daniel is a good guy and is now a great friend to (y/n) but they clearly aren't the best pair due to the clear superiority of (y/n).

"Yeah... yeah sure who?" She muttered kind of dreading the fact that she would have to leave the only friend she made in this place for probably a disgusting sexist pig. "Ugh well I have no clue who it is but you're meeting him in..." Daniel paused checking his watch, "right now." He smiled sweepingly but the nerves in (y/n) just stared to settle in and a hurricane of anxiety bombarded her. She had never been good with new people let alone people that already see her as a inferior.

"What?! I-I can't do it now. I should have time to prepare -you know like about two weeks and I'll be ready." She informed hopefully but was met with the familiar sound of Daniels chuckle. "Oh c'mon you'll be okay. You need to get out of your comfort zone anyways then maybe you'll get up enough courage to ask out walking muscle man." She shook her head ferociously before breaking out into a burst of laughter at the nickname 'walking muscle man.'

"Excuse me what the hell is a walking muscle man?" (Y/n) chuckled into the palm of her hand while Daniel gave her an amused look. "You know who I am mean (y/n)." He insisted but she shook her head. Daniel leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Mitch." Her face immediately darkened at the mention of him.

How did Daniel know about my obsession? Is it that obvious? Who else knows? Does everyone know? These thoughts swam around her head like fishes in a tank. Her cheeks were basically inflamed and the nervous tick she had adapted from her childhood of tapping her foot has returned.

"W-what are you talking about?" She whispers back fear evident in her question. "Oh don't act dumb I know you like him. It's pretty obvious." She groaned. "It is?"

"So you admit him?" Daniel clapped back causing (y/n) to fall into a deeper pit of embarrassment. "Oh god." She said burying her head into her hands. "Oh yes." Daniel smiled content with the fact he finally got it out of her.

Daniel had caught on to the fact whenever Mitch ever entered a room her attention was drawn to him regardless of what she is doing at the time - which includes them being in the middle of a boxing match which happened many times and believe him never ends well. He also caught on to the many times she attempted to go up to him and introduce herself but quickly ran away before he noticed.

"Is it really that obvious?" She complained. "Not to anyone but me. You see sweetheart I know you very well indeed and I know for a fact that you cannot take your eyes off of him." Daniel paused looking around the room. "And from the looks of it neither can he." (Y/n)'s head shot up at his comment and furrowed her eyebrows.

"W-what?" Daniel laughed at her like he had been doing for the entirety of their conversation. To say the least it seemed that he was enjoying this little matching making session a little to much for (y/n)'s liking. "Don't look now but a certain Mitchy moo is looking right at you." He said nodding over to where Mitch was stood.

(Y/n) didn't hesitate to shoot her head over to where he pointed and as soon as she did she was met with Mitchs familiar pair of dreamy eyes. As soon as (y/n)'s gaze hit his his head instantly pulled down avoiding her at all cost. "And you looked anyway." Daniel sang. "Shut up." She replied sticking her tongue out at him.

"Oi (y/l/n) aren't you supposed to be training right now?!" Someone bellowed from the other end of the room. "Shit." The (y/h/c) girl collected all of her stuff recklessly and ran off to where she usually had her training sessions but obviously now she wouldn't be so kindly blessed with his presence but now instead she is going to have to do the worst thing imaginable- socialise.

She entered her little room of the gym and placed her stuff down ordering it as best as she can. "Finally I didn't think you'd show up." A deep almost intimidating voice acknowledged her. Usually she wouldn't be so panicked just by one voice but now it panicked her beyond belief knowing who that voice belonged to. Mitch. "I-oh right oh s-sorry was caught with...-"

"With chatting with your boyfriend?" Mitch interrupted coldly while strapping the straps in his boxing gloves. "W-what? Boyfriend? Never!" She spluttered still not facing Mitchs way scared of what kind of shade of red her face had formed this time. "You know very well who I am talking about (y/l/n). I went out there and saw the two of you so don't act dumb. It's not a good look on you or at least I would say that if I could actually see your face but alas it seems that you have lost the ability to face someone other than the guy your fucking." He spat causing (y/n)'s jaw to drop and her eyes slightly water at the tone of his voice - which may I add reminded her of the trauma she came her to overcome.

"T-the guy I'm fucking? I don't understand M-Mitch." She heard Mitch let out a heavy stressful sigh which she guessed was probably accompanied with an eye roll or two. "God you can't be serious." He laughed humourlessly as if it was obvious who he was talking about.

(Y/n) stayed silent waiting for him to actually form a sentence that didn't ask for more questions than answers. "Daniel." He muttered causing (y/n) to spin around a little to fast causing her to begin to fall down. The girl closed her eyes preparing for the hard impact of the ground but instead was embraced by  a pair of toned arms.

"I've got you." He whispered as she opened her (y/e/c) eyes. "I'm not dating, fucking or even thinking about Daniel in that way. I never have and certainly never will. He's just a friend." She reassured him despite not understanding why it mattered so much to him that he need some reassurance.

The words brought a small curve to his plump lips as he held the (y/b/t) girl softly. "Why do you care, Mitch?" (Y/n) finally said breaking the silence that had formed between the pair. "B-because I think I like you." She smiled at him disregarding the feeling that this might be a trick or some sort of weirdly realistic dream and she started to lean in. As their lips inched closer and closer she could tell Mitch was become more anxious by the second.

Just when their lips were about to join Mitch let go. (Y/n) fell back first onto the flooring and surprisingly Mitch accidentally fell too - on top of her. "What the actual fuck, Mitch?" She snapped feeling as if the dream that she was about to experience was completely ripped away. (Y/n) pushed Mitch off of her and sat up waiting for some sort of explanation.

"I-I'm s-sorry." Mitch said not even making a move of getting up but instead completely giving up and just laid there - heart broken. "I thought you said you liked me." The now sat upright girl spoke timidly the tears building up rapidly. "I do." The broken man admitted. "Then why did you let go?"

"I'm scared." (Y/n) was shocked with his confession clearly not expecting the great Mitch Rapp to admit when he's scared of something but now the question is - what? "Scared of what Mitch? Of me?" She asked fear dripping from every syllable.

"Yes! No! Maybe! Kinda! I don't know (y/n). I don't know anything except that I like you and I'm scared." Mitch bursted his hands subconsciously running through his dark hair. (Y/n)'s eyes narrowed in on me hoping for a better explanation than what he had shown so far.

"I-i lost someone. Someone really important to me- someone I loved. A-and now I have to figure out a way to understand how to get by without her. Looking at what am I now compared to three months back I'm better, yes, but not fixed. And with you despite not even having a conversation I feel at peace and sometimes when I just watch you train or eat lunch or anything I sometimes forget about that person. And that makes me hate myself. Then when I almost kissed you that made the hate I have inside overflow." Mitch paused looking over at the teary eyed girl.

"I-it just feels like I'm falling. Like I'm falling from the tallest building I've ever seen and no matter how long I fall for I never hit the ground and you have no idea how much I wanna hit the ground. But I also know if I do hit the ground then I'll lose myself and all the steps I have taken to change from that broken person I was. I want to hit the ground because I want to stop falling but maybe instead of meeting the ground maybe I need someone to catch me. I know I need someone to catch me. So I'm scared hell im petrified b-because I think that person might be you." Mitch concluded his voice cracking at different points and his eyes wouldn't dare to look at her anymore not after the amount of over sharing he just did.

He closed his eyes ready to attempt to settle his thoughts thinking that maybe (y/n) had just left due to the shock bomb he had just dropped on her until a pair of soft perfect lips landed on his. He immediately kissed back grabbing the sides of her face deepening the kiss of that was possible. (Y/n) pulled away causing him to reluctantly open his eyes to see her red and puffy ones.

"I've got you."

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a brush of luck

— In a world where soulmates exist you can communicate yours with a brush of a pen. It just doesn’t help that you are a certified idiot with a skill in misplacing things. —

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, angst, soulmate!au, cursing

word count: 4,229

a/n: this is for the bnaharem collab and I was super horrible and was not ready and i just woke up and threw this together please dont hate me uhuhuhuhhh see the masterlist here!!!

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“Hey, y/l/n, you forget this!”

Your hair was falling into your face, your face flustered, and your binders filled with paper seemed to be liquid as they slowly fell to the ground.

Kaminari stood behind you when you turned around. His lips were picked into a kind smile. It was a teasing one too by the small glint in his eyes while he held onto your backpack and phone. A look of self-realized stupidity washed over your face when your head threw back into a groan. How stupid were you, really?

“I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, throwing your things onto the nearest desk. You felt the tips of your ears burn with embarrassment when Kaminari helped you slip on your backpack and pocketed your phone in the jacket pocket. “I swear I’m the most forgetful person in the world.”

“Well, you do really clinch the title of the person who would forget their head if it wasn’t on their shoulders.”

Snorting, you shoved him with your shoulder, and he helped you regather your things with a low groan.

“Let’s see the tattoo,” you grin, ready to head out once again. Groaning loudly, Kaminari didn’t seem to want to give in to your demand, but still, with a twitch of his eye and a shove of his sleeve, he showed off his arm. “You know what, I’m going to say it—”

“I’m going to say it, I don’t care that you broke your elbows,” Kaminari finishes the phrase with you with a snort.

“Do you think it’s the first thing out of their mouth or matching tattoo?” you asked curiously when you blond best friend also prepped to leave the classroom for the day. 

“I hope its the first thing out of their mouth, imagine how fucking ultra sexy foxy hot that would be,” Kaminari moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his eyes at the thought. Gagging at the visual horniness of that thought, you walked away, grinning at the way that Kaminari stumbled over his feet to catch up with you.

This was the world you lived in, the world of soulmates.

You weren’t sure when they had first started, but you know that it wasn’t always a phenomenon that was around. When you roamed the internet looking at old, old stories on soulmates, these theories, these worlds were built on one single concept.

They wrote about a world of black and white for everyone until that fateful moment, or matching tattoos for everyone. But no, this world was much more complicated, much more detailed. Yes, in the world there were a lot of theories that ended up being true, but the thing they didn’t see coming was that every couple — every polyamorous relationship consisted of a unique theme.

Kaminari’s soulmate was linked with tattoo’s, and the purpose behind said symbol was unknown, unheard of until he met them. Yours, as you could guess and know, was also different. Pressing your fingers against the pen that sat on the inside pocket of your uniform jacket, you smiled when Kaminari’s arm was thrown around you.

“At least you’ve never lost or forgotten that pen of yours, that would be dangerous!”

“I promise I will never ever forget it.”

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You sat on your bed nearing midnight. You were cocooned into your blankets flipping through your Hero Lawbook that you were supposed to have read months ago, but now finally was. Humming to yourself, you read through the apparent laws and the not so evident laws.

For instance, there is a law that Pro Heroes are not allowed to eat off the edge of buildings anymore! American transfer students had littered so much it became a law!

Snorting to yourself, you flipped the page.

But something warm pressed into your forearm, the most heated energy that sent shivers down your spine. It was comforting as it was ethereal. The second your body recognized the feeling, the Hero Lawbook went soaring across the room, and you grabbed your pen that was waiting at your side for ages now. 

Hi, sorry I’m just able to get back to you. I had a bunch of homework and friends who just let me leave them.

Smiling to yourself, you twirled the pen in your fingers and scribbled down your response:

It’s all good, I’ve been studying this entire time too, was just bored and didn’t respond to you earlier today!

Your soulmate theme was straightforward and quite comprehensive — it was dubbed the Forearm and Pen theme (you hated that theme). You could communicate with your soulmate by writing with the pen on your arm, but it only worked with that pen, nothing else.

The year you were to turn sixteen, you received a pen from literally out of the blue. You remember celebrating New Year with your class in your first year at U.A.; it had been an enjoyable night! Everything in life was still going fantastic, and your class was finally past the excellent friend’s point and felt like a genuine family. You remember hugging and telling everyone good night, still being fifteen at that point, and stumbling back to your room exhausted.

When you had gotten back to your room, you didn’t even undress; simply tugging off your pants and removing your bra, you threw yourself onto the bed. But you had landed on something stiff and painful, groaning your hands shuffled for whatever it was that you fell on, and when you grabbed it, you froze at the sight of the white box. 

Was this a gift?

Your entire life, you had always wondered if you did have a soulmate, most people you knew after all had soulmate markers that appeared since birth. But you were perfectly normal. You saw all colors; you had no shared pain; there was no tattoo, no mind link, no dream meetings.

Nothing.

You were normal.

Sighing, you opened the box, hoping that it was from someone you at the very least respected.

Inside was a silver pen.

You blinked your eyes rapidly, unsure of what you were looking at, there were no initials, no engraving, nothing. 

It was an exquisite pen, and despite what you thought, it was very, very light. Frowning, your fingers pushed down on the pen, but there was nothing that came out, was there no ink?

Shrugging, you dragged it against your arm feeling the way that the cool tip delicately massaged your arm. It felt nice.

“Holy shit!”

Your eyes saw the pretty grey silvery ink on your forearm. It stood out against your skin, the ink appearing nowhere else but your arm, and then it hit you.

This was for your soulmate!

With excitement tearing through you, your exhaustion no longer bitting on your skull, but the overwhelming need to know that this was for your soulmate shook you awake. Twirling the pen in your fingers, you couldn’t help but start writing.

OMG HI

You sat there staring at your forearm, unsure as to what to do next. What do you do next?

Hey?

If your heart could be anywhere but your chest, you were nearly positive it existed within your throat at this very moment. This was nervewracking, holy shit.

Sorry, you don’t know me, but I’m ___ ___.

You frowned when you tried to write your name, it was stopping you.

It seems that we do have some rules to this entire thing.

They responded back to you, and as if they could hear you, you groaned loudly.

This soulmate shit was already stopping your excitement, it seemed.

From that very first night, the two of you were able to discover a few things. First off, anything too personal was not allowed to be written out. So names, location, and gender were the biggest ones. Birthdays were not, and you were quick to find out that both of you were still fifteen. Second of all, just because you couldn’t figure out where exactly you both were located, you did manage to put together that you were both in Japan. Third of all, your soulmate was a Hero in Training just like you and was a male. Last, of all, you were quick to realize that you were in love with the way your body felt like it was gently warming up whenever he messaged you.

I think I deserve a round of applause.

You grinned after writing your sentence, your eyes watching while the warmth filled your body and his writing slowly appearing on your forearm.

Did you not forget anything today? I find that hard to believe.

You had to suppress a scream.

WELL, IT HAPPENED! I GOT EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO BRING BACK TO MY ROOM WITH ME!!

Weren’t you the one who forgot to bring your entire backpack to school the other day?

NO! I said I almost did, but my bestie got it for me!

How do you forget everything? I think you should try to make a list to make sure that you always have things you need for the day.

... I do… but I always lose the list, and im always running late…

You’re the worst…

Congrats bbg, I’m your soulmate

The world really doesn’t want to bless me with a good life, it seems…

HEY, THAT’S MEAN!

The two of you banter for what seems like hours, the night sky fading from blackness to the deep blue of the sky right before the sunrise. You had spent the entire night curled into your pillow, your face shoved into the soft fabric to suppress your chortling snorts because you geniunely enjoyed interacting with your soulmate. But it was late, and you both had classes early that next morning.

Okay, asshole, I need to sleep! I got this stupid test tomorrow that I did not study for. I'll write to ya tomorrow!! Goodnight!!!

Don’t be rude to your soulmate :( but goodnight, and good luck on that test, sorry for keeping you up.

Smiling at his words, you put the pen to your forearm one last time.

I will never ever accept your apology for making me stay up, I love talking with you, goodnight soulmate, sweet dreams.

You placed the pen down, your eyes fluttering close, heavy with sleep. But still, no exhaustion could suppress the fluttering warmth in your body when words appeared on your arm. 

Sweet dreams, soulmate.

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“Fuck, sorry,” you groaned when you sleepily slammed into the person standing in front of you. 

Blinking tiredness away from your eyes — poorly at that too — you focused up at Shouto. Grinning, you waved at your classmate, who looked almost as exhausted as you felt and definitely looked.

“It’s okay,” he nodded at you stepping to the side so that the two of you could walk side to side.

“You ready for that test today?” you asked after moments of silence.

You and Todoroki Shouto were not as close as you would like to be. Since day one, you had always had a thing for the duality of a man, and while it was mostly superficial feelings derived from the fact that he was attractive above anything else, it still made you awkward around him. At the time, your feelings were still holding you down, you always fully believed that you had no soulmate, so you thought maybe you could sweep him off his feet. It was rumored that his scar covered up his own soulmate mark, so there was no way for him to know who his soulmate was.

Selfishly and embarrassingly, you hoped that you could have him.

Then you met your soulmate, and things changed.

But now you and your classmates were all eighteen and held the world in your hands, yet you couldn’t speak to him usually still.

“There’s no test today?” Shouto stilled, his eyes narrowing in confusion, and your eyes screwed too.

“Isn’t it… Friday? We have a Hero Law test?”

“Y/l/n,” Shouto snorted a grin spreading across his features, “It’s Wednesday.”

If there was a god, he would shoot you right now.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment while you walked faster to the classroom, Shouto keeping up with your pace easily, he was taller than you after all.

“Shut up,” you warned, your gaze not reaching Shouto’s who was staring at you.

“I wasn’t speaking.”

“I could hear you thinking!”

Shouto put on a smirk, his eyes teasing you, and his mouth dropping to speak, but there was a loud interruption.

“Y/L/N-CHAAAANNNNNN!!!!”

Both of you turned to see Kaminari chasing after you, his arms waving, looking out of breath.

“YOU FORGOT YOUR JACKET AND TIE!”

Shouto chuckled beside you, and you stared down to see that you were, in fact, only wearing half of your uniform. If there’s a god, he will end you now, you thought.

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You're not serious right now, are you?

Going on three years of knowing your soulmate, or at the very least talking with him, you thought you had a good understanding of who he was. He was strong, powerful, and kind. He came off a bit standoffish at times but was the dumbest person you’ve ever known. Common sense was not his friend, and that was okay. 

Even at times when the two of you had your differing opinions because it did happen, it never snowballed more into a small annoyance that the two of you would apologize for and move on. But this was something that shouldn’t have had become a fight, it shouldn’t have been anything more potent than a difference of opinion, but when you suggested entertaining the thought of when the two of you would finally meet, he was uncharacteristically cold. 

Hurt by his tone, you told him, and he said you to grow up until it became this written fight.

Why couldn’t you talk about meeting?

Why didn’t he want to think about what would happen when the two of you would meet?

It was getting ugly for no reason, a fight just to fight, and it was making you nauseous.

But he crossed a line that couldn’t be fixed when he wrote a simple sentence:

Just because you’re my soulmate doesn’t mean I have to love you, meet you, or marry you.

So there you sat, your bottom lip trembling with tears streaking down your blotchy face. He wasn’t being serious, was he? There was no way… no fucking way this was him. The warmth that flooded your body with his new message felt ice-cold, poisoning you from the inside out while you read it.

You're my soulmate, but I have no obligation to do anything with you now or ever. The world chose you for me, not me. I didn’t choose you. I don’t owe you anything here. Soulmates are bullshit and don’t fucking bother messaging me again if you expect me to fall in love with you just because our “souls are connected”

It was needless to say that you didn’t respond back, not because you felt like he should love you because of your connected souls, but because your sobbing and broken emotions left you curled into a ball, ready for a sleepless slumber to take you.

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“You don’t look too hot,” Kaminari told you, hitting you with his foot when your bleary and puffy eyes stared at your best friend.

Kirishima and Mina, who were sitting beside him, elbowed him at the same time, berating him for his insensitive comment. You could feel Sero and Bakugou staring at you, their eyes concerned and curious. 

“What’s eating ya up?” Sero asked, and you found a rock-forming in your throat when you shrugged.

“Soulmate problems…”

“That was fucking obvious,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, taking a drink of his water. “Tell us the problem, not a stupid summary.”

Surprisingly that’s all it took for you to come undone, and you explained what happened with tears falling down your face and a sniffling nose. There was a lot to tell them about it, and you showed them the pen while explaining the entire story. They listened to every word you uttered, faces concern but taking in everything you said.

“You’re an idiot,” Bakugou spoke the second you were finished, his eye twitching while he glared at you. You swallowed thickly, placing the pen on the table while Bakugou edged closer towards you. “He’s not wrong, you know, stupid fucking soulmates are just this irrational solution to an irrational problem. Love is much more complex than that, and you don’t seem to have been fighting for him in that way either, sure you seem like good friends, but that doesn’t give you the right to expect him to love you. But he was a complete fucking dick about it, so I say kill him.”

Your — and all of the rest of your friend group — eyes widened at his words. With nothing to follow him up, you all continued to stare at him while he munched on his food.

“WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING EXTRAS LOOKING AT!”

“Is Bakugou a love expert?” Mina’s stage whispered to the group.

“He almost was, but then he said to kill y/n’s soulmate, so probably not anymore,” Kirishima responded back.

“SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE I KILL YOU!”

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It took four days before the warm feeling shot through your body again.

Fuck, I'm really sorry, I was a complete fucking dick. I said a lot of things, and i didn’t mean to say I was angry and upset, and I know that you're upset, rightfully upset, but i don’t want to lose you.

No matter how long it took for him to get back to you, your heart squeezed with euphoria and poison, your hands moving to grab your pen in your pocket.

It wasn’t there.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

You tore apart your room, trying to find the silver pen but you couldn’t find it.

Stay as mad as you want, I just… please talk with me soon, even if it takes five days. I'm sorry, soulmate.

Frustrated tears poured down your face, nausea almost making you wheeze when you stared at the words you wanted to reply to.

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One day after he apologized:

Don’t want to bother you, just wanted to apologize again and say that I miss you, talk to you soon.

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Five days after he apologized:

I’m not really sure if this is normal or not… I'm not really… educated when it comes to romance and shit like that, especially when it comes to someone being upset with the other… my female classmates told me that I should expect a response from you soon. I'm really sorry, please write soon.

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So it seems that i’ve fucked up to the point of no return. I'm sorry, I miss you, I love you. Maybe one day I can reconvince you that I'm your soulmate for a good reason, but I guess I’ll have to work on that.

It had been fourteen days since he had apologized, and you sat in your room with tears streaming down your face. You wanted to respond back, but even fourteen days of tirelessly searching U.A.’s entire campus, ripping it stone by stone, there was no finding your pen. Every day without fail, he gave you an update of his day and another apology. Every day they got more hopeless, more pained.

This was his last message for a while, he needed time to work things out with himself now, the strain of this and graduation coming soon being too much to handle at the moment. 

Wiping your tears for what felt like the hundredth time within this past twenty minutes, you stood up on your wobbly legs to go downstairs for water. You were dehydrated and absolutely needed to get out for both fresh air and water.

Walking down the stairwell with swollen eyes, you groaned when you slammed into a body when you opened the door to the common area. 

Shouto blinked down at you, and you felt your throat clampdown at the pained look in his own eyes.

“Have you been—”

“Are you—”

You both spoke over each other, and despite the horrid feeling coursing through your bones, you cracked a smile.

“I’m getting water,” you explained with a shrug. “Long night ya know, just needed to replenish my system so I can cry some more.”

Shouto stared at you, and with horror, you realized precisely what you had said.

“Oh my god, ignore me!” you squeak, covering your face trying to move past him, but Shouto seemed to be curious now and followed after you.

“What’s making you cry?” he asked while you rush to the fridge to get your glass of water.

“What’s got you upset?” you counter downing the cup of water.

Shouto sighed, leaning against the counter of the island in the kitchen. “Would it be weird to say its soulmate issues?”

Swallowing the water in your mouth, you shook your head, a tired smile on your face, “Embarrassingly enough, my issue is also with soulmate stuff.”

A joyless chuckle escaped his mouth, and Shouto’s head tilted backward. You studied his jaw and the way his body seemed tense, too tense.

“What happened?” you press gently standing next to him, shouldering him gently.

“I fucked up, and now my soulmate won’t talk with me,” he says slowly, his head nodding while he glances at you. “I guess telling your soulmate you don’t want them is a bad thing.”

You snorted, nodding your head in agreement, “It’s not just a bad thing, its a super fucked up thing.”

Shouto sighed in agreement, and there was silence when you took another drink of your water.

“I didn’t know you were in contact with your soulmate, though,” you smile wistfully, your hand twirling the cup on the counter. “How’d you meet them?”

“I actually don’t know who they are,” Shouto admitted with pursed lips, and your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “I have that soulmate thing where you write on your arm, and they can read it.”

Showing off his arm, you glanced at the pale skin. You nodded your head when he pulled out a silver pen that looked similar to yours.

“Well,” you shrug your shoulders, motioning him to write. “I’m no expert, but let’s see if I can help you get your soulmate to forgive you.”

“T-They haven’t responded to me in two weeks…” Shouto’s voice cracks, and the number burns a hole through your stomach. “I’ve written every day, but no answer. I don’t really know what to do, and all the girls in the class don’t really know what to do. Bakugou also said to go fuck myself over it, so I don’t think I really have had any help.”

Ignoring the twisting in your stomach, you willed your weirdness away to shuffle in your seat, “Well, you haven’t asked me, asshole, come on, let’s see what I can do.”

Shouto chuckles, his head nodding, “That is true, but to be fair, you’ve been anywhere, but in the dorm these past few weeks.”

“I lost something,” you mutter embarrassed, but you shake away your problems and point at his wrist. “Write an apology.”

You watched when he wrote, the words expressing his apology and love seeping through the silvery ink on his wrist. You told him to add things to delete things, but in the end, it ended up feeling like a genuine and sincere apology. You watched his pen leave his skin and a warmth shot through your arm. 

Shivering, you looked at your arm, trying to see what your soulmate had written to you even though he said he was going to stop.

The words he wrote appeared on your skin.

Your eyes widened when you stared at Shouto, who was also staring at your arm. 

Your eyes met in an almost world-altering way. This entire time, for three whole years, the two of you had been by each other and never knew. Midnight conversations wasted through ink instead of face to face. Your heart hammered in your throat, and tears once again poured from your eyes when you both stood at full height, staring at each other.

Todoroki Shouto was your soulmate — he was yours, and you were his.

“I’m so sorry, y/n, I don’t know what happened to me. You didn’t deserve that, and fuck, I’m so sorry—”

“I lost my pen, and I couldn’t respond back, I forgave you, but I had no way of reaching back! But I was always forcing myself onto you—”

You both interrupted the other, and now you stared at each other, drinking in the presence of each other and belittling yourselves for not knowing sooner; looking at it now, it was just so obvious. You can’t help it and pull him into a hug. His strong arms wrap around you, and you can hear his hammering heart on your ear, and it fills you up with the familiar warmth when he writes you. This seemed to be a brush of luck it seems.

“Can I kiss you, soulmate.”

“Please do.”

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Naja: 11

You hang up. If he asks later you’ll tell him your battery died. Then whip around, hand reaching for one of your weapons, when you recognize the man standing in front of you, a smirk on his face.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Naja.” You sneer over at him, your knife stays in the back of your pants, for now.

“What the fuck are you doing here Copperhead?”

“King said you needed some help, I said you were getting sloppy so he sent me to help you.”

“I told Bossman I didn’t need the help.” You snarl, “and I’ve never been sloppy in my life.”

“Then what’s taking so long pretty Naja?” He asks tugging on a strand of your hair.

“Touch me again and I’ll remove your fucking hand.” You sneer, “What’s taking so long is that she’s got two fucking bodyguards so I can’t just wander my way in there and kill her.”

“Kill them too.”

“I don’t do innocents.”

“Then I’ll do it.” Copperhead says with a shrug and before you’ve even completely comprehended what you’re doing you’ve got a knife to his throat.

“You will not touch them. Do you hear me? No killing innocents.”

“How innocent can he be if he’s protecting a monster like her?” He says much too calmly for a man with a knife to his throat.

“It’s a job. This is a job. You do not kill them. Do I need to tell your partner too or did he hear me?” You ask thinking of Gaboon on the sidewalk mere feet from Bucky.

“Partner?”

“Gaboon. He’s on the sidewalk, gave himself away too. The bodyguard noticed.”

“Fucking idiot.” Copperhead grumbles stalking to the edge of the roof.

“That’ll be three in the last what, two years?” You ask sweetly and he growls,

“Fuck off Naja. Gaboon walk away!” You raise your binoculars to your eyes and see Gaboon in a heated argument with Bucky. You watch in amusement as Gaboon takes a swing at Bucky and Bucky calmly blocks his blows before twisting and pinning his arms behind his back. Copperhead pulls a gun from his hip and you grab his arm.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not gonna just let your bodyguard take Gaboon.” He sneers yanking his arm from your grasp.

“You’re not shooting my bodyguard!” You say kicking Copperhead in the hip causing him to stumble.

“Oh, you do not want to do this with me pretty little Naja.”

“I told you, he does not get hurt. You leave him alone.” Copperhead takes a swing at you but you’re smaller and faster than he is and you dodge the blow. You kick him in the left hip, causing him to stumble. When he charges you again you knee him in the balls. He howls in pain and you punch him in the throat to shut him up. “This is my hit, you and Gaboon have to go.” He laughs but it sounds more like a garble.

“Kill him Gaboon.” He croaks, and you elbow him in the head knocking him out. You pull your gun from your bag and line up a shot, you watch the fight between Bucky and Gaboon with your heart in your throat.

Bucky is fast, but so is Gaboon, when a knife appears in Gaboon’s hand you prepare to take the shot. He catches Bucky with the blade in Bucky’s right arm and you decide enough is enough and pull the trigger. Gaboon hits the ground and people lose their collective shit. You duck down and out of Bucky’s sight line then quickly gather up your things, strip Copperhead of his weapons and get off the roof.

Bossman is going to be so pissed that Gaboon is dead but there’s no proof it was you. Although you doubt that’s going to keep Copperhead from coming after you. You glance back up the stairs contemplating going back and finishing the job but you don’t. You hurry to your bike and tug on the helmet, knowing Bucky he’s going to want to know who took that shot and he’s going to be able to figure out where it came from quick. Sure enough as you start your bike he comes sprinting around the corner. He has his gun in his hand, a rapidly forming bruise on his cheek and blood oozing down his arm, but god he still looks so handsome.

He makes eye contact with you, not that he knows with the dark visor covering your face, then takes a couple of steps toward you. You rev your bike twice, give him a little salute then take off into traffic. You see him in your rear view trying to get a look at your plates but that won’t turn up anything. It was probably risky, to let him get that close to you.

When you get to the safe house you text Bucky.

-I’m so sorry, my phone died. Call me when you get the chance.-

He doesn’t text you back for a couple of hours.

-Sorry that took so long sweetheart. I’ll call you as soon as I can-

-Be safe.- And you mean it, you can’t be his personal bodyguard.

A half hour later your phone rings and when you see that it’s Bucky you snatch the phone off of the stand.

“Hey,”

“Hi Sweetheart.”

“It’s late. Are you okay?” You ask sounding sleepy.

“I’m sorry I can call you back another night.”

“James don’t you dare hang up. Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t answer my question.”

“Sorry Sweetheart, what was that?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yea. And I think I am because of a hit woman.”

“Now you’re definitely trying to make me jealous.” You say trying to calm your racing heart. “What makes you think it was a woman?”

“I got to the area where the shot was taken from, she looked at me and gave me this little salute. She took off before I could get more details but my gut says it was her.”

“Wait, who was shot? Why was she shooting?”

“There’s this alleged group called the snakes that’s run by some guy of hit men. I’ve always assumed that they were fake but some guy came at me, that’s why I put you on mute when we were talking, that felt off. When I confronted him he started fighting with me, pulled a knife, it wasn’t until I got cut that she took the shot.”

“You said you didn’t get hurt!”

“No I said I was fine. I’m fine.”

“You were stabbed!”

“Cut Sweetheart. Just a cut.”

“Prove it.” You challenge and you hear him sigh,

“You just wanna see me without my shirt on again.”

“James-”

“I’m just kidding Sweetheart. Hold on.” It only takes a few seconds for your phone to buzz and when you glance down you see a message from Bucky. When you open it it’s a mirror selfie and he’s just got a white bandage on his bicep where he’d been cut.

“How many stitches.” You ask putting the phone back to your ear.

“7.”

“Just please be careful. I don’t want to have to find a new travel buddy.”

“I’m doing my best Baby.” You furrow your brows, he’s never called you baby before. Then you hear the soft female voice.

“James? I need you.”

“Ma’am, Peter is on your side tonight. If you need something you need to go to him.” Bucky says calmly.

“But I want you.”

“You want me to talk to her?” You ask and he laughs.

“Nah thanks though Baby. I should probably go, I just wanted to let you know I was okay. I love you.”

“Talk to you soon.”

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[tottymatsuno]

Pink Angel From Hell Chapter 5: Romantic Midnight Rendezvous

Author: Roro (halfeviltotty)

Fandom: Osomatsu-san

Pairing: Todomatsu x reader

Category: secondhand embarrassment comedy

Rating: still t but this ones medium spicy

Summary: your booty call goes as well as it could've

Word count: i am become the deathening

Warnings: this ones funny. you also get friendzoned after this

Commentary: still sleepy but omg im glad yall get to read this chapter. karamatsu is so funny to write please read it. im begging you read this one and laugh at my jokes and then lmk that they were funny or i am going to take a nap and not wake up until the 4th of april

OUT OF CONTEXT SPOILER

Your poor stressed out brain is screaming, "Say something! Anything!! Bitch get it together!!!!" While your lower half has shifted into maximum overdrive.

"Meet up…? Right now? Where would we go?" Please don't suggest a love hotel, please oh please don't suggest one!

"My hotel room!" You actually hear Todomatsu's excitement through the phone as if he were inviting his best friend to sleep over rather than propositioning you.

You throw the phone down on the bed once more, breathe in deep so you don't stutter when replying. Only when you hear Todomatsu quietly say your name do you reply. "No! I mean — wait!" So far so shitty.

Todomatsu is silent while you try to articulate your answer. "We just met, we're not even together and I just know I can't afford this!" You string along the sentence as jittery as possible, suddenly feeling like you drank six cups of coffee.

Your mind is swirling rapidly, and you are soooo mad!!! Why couldn't you have met Todomatsu through a normal context?! Y'all could've been fucking and sucking or whatever it is that people who date and DON'T pay for romantic affection do in their regular relationships.

As you freak out, Todomatsu tch's and his voice cuts through clearly. "Ehh, Y/N-chan you really don't know how this works, do you?"

You still don't pick the phone back up, but you really want to. At the same time you want to scream, cry and hang up the phone because you're tortuously embarrassed. There's a hole out there for you to crawl in, that hole belongs to you. You just know it.

"No?" Before you could list all the ways your poor wallet cannot breathe due to the strain you've put on her. Whatever deluxe special fucktime package he's about to offer you have to be strong and keep your legs AND pocketbook shut. Just as you resolutely determine this Todomatsu speaks again.

"I like you."

He's not done talking before you interrupt, "I like you too!" You say with all of your yearning. Of course you like him too! This little pink angel has your heart in his hands. You decide to fuck it and him so you check your bank account.

Todomatsu sounds thrilled by your confession when he continues, "So I want to be with you. Physically."

And you know he doesn't mean in the same damn room.

Damn...You’re broke.

"H-how much will that cost?" You ask desperately while moths fly out of your poor abused wallet.

"Hm? Cost? Is that what you've been worried about? You think that I'd make you pay?"

"That's how this works right?" You ask confusedly while Todomatsu bursts out into a sweet laughter.

"I'll explain everything if you meet me at this address." He mumbles in between giggles. The address is sent to you through Line, something you don't recall giving him.

"Um, okay."

"Alright, see you there." You can absolutely feel him winking at you, your imagination is running wild with the possibilities of what will unfold tonight. The tingliness shoots past your spine and goes much lower, to somewhere you don't want to admit to right now.

But hey, you have to get this cherry popped at some point right? Why not have Todomatsu do the honors? Especially if you don't have to pay. Even if you did have to, you might be able to take out a loan to support a local business entrepreneur.

You take both an incredibly indulgent but extremely short shower, using your best body wash, shower gel, and the accompanying lotion so your nerves won't bleed through into stank. Detangling and styling your hair extra special was in order, you had to break out your secret imported hair care stash for such an occasion as well. A styler and leave in wasn't gonna cut it, you plaited a few cute braids and did an intricate updo. Shaving went by confusingly as you were unsure how much to shave after your arms and legs so you kinda winged it. Make up was soft, sweet and seductive according to the tutorial you followed. Lastly your outfit was innocent appearing, but you wore your sexiest pair of underwear because you thought Todomatsu would be into that kinda thing.

When you finally looked at the time it was well past normal visiting hours for polite company, but out the door you went.

You follow the speed limit but internally rush over because you're unfortunately too damn cautious about everything! You aren't getting a ticket over your first booked dick appointment, no ma'am.

You park slightly away from the hotel in case someone catches you here! You don't know who or why this hypothetical person would care enough to 'catch you in the act' but the adrenaline is making you crazy. When you approach the actual address you think, 'this looks very fancy.' but to be fair, you thought over night internet cafes and capsule hotels were fancy. This could just be an actual hotel and not a timed sex closet.

You text Todomatsu you've arrived before veeery sneaky-creepy like entering the hotel you totally belong going into! You stop to look around for him before you'd call, thankfully there he is in that corner over there. Look how poised and just slightly dignified he is with that magazine! Like a real model taking shoot for a hotel ad! You float over right as Todomatsu looked to check his phone.

When he notices your approach the magazine is set down on an end table with a pleasant smile. "You're late." Todomatsu states good naturedly.

"Well... It took a bit longer to get ready than expected." You admit because it honestly took forever to perfect the golden shimmery highlights on your cheekbone. You didn't have time to experiment with the cat eyeliner look either, and finding a video that had simple eye shadow steps was a task in itself.

"It was worth the wait." After Todomatsu praises you, your hand is swiftly taken in his own. You goofy laugh - by that you mean your voice makes a sound akin to George "Goofy" Geef's iconic a-hyuk. Todomatsu sweetly swings your hand as he leads you to the elevator and ignores whatever the hell is your problem.

"We're going to have soo much fun tonight, Y/N-chan!" Todomatsu's cutie patootie grin directed at you alone in the elevator is adorable. "I promise after tonight you won't be able to get enough of me." Oh, that sounds like flirty-dirty talk and you're into it.

"Can't wait..." You warble out.

Once inside it's obvious Todomatsu has been staying in this room for a while, just judging by the items placed neatly around. As interesting as that is, you're kinda not thinking about that at all.

"So uhm, how does this work?" You sit on the edge of the bed toying with one if your plaits beaded end.

"Hm, well how do you usually start when hooking up with someone?" Todomatsu asks to which you flat line.

"What's with that face?" You try to fix said face before Todomatsu rudely rhetorically questions you again. "Ehh, you're not still a virgin are you?"

Your soul withers away with no hope of heaven's light.

"That's makes us kindred spirits." Todomatsu says, you grasp his hands firmly with stars in your eyes. "So you're one too?!" How amazing that he could keep his purity in tact at his occupation.

"Nope, lost mine last year!" Your bubble is popped. The sheer amount of pride in his voice as he bragged about this fairly recent accomplishment.

"Oh, okay." Your voice sounds less than enthused, you don't even bother mentally questioning what he meant by y'all are kindred spirits.

Todomatsu smoothly uses this visible disappointment for his advantage by sitting closely next to you. "That's okay though, isn't it?" There's a warmth radiating from your shoulder blades with your personal space being stolen away inches at a time

"It just means I know how to make this feel good for you."

Todomatsu's head tilts as he moves closer to your lips. "Want me to teach you," His heated breath ghosting soo close. He must have used a buncha mouth wash before you got here because the mintiness is intoxicating.

Todomatsu’s final words cause you to close your eyes in preparation for the impending kiss, "Don't you want to find out how a man feels?" You instinctively press closer to him with a head swimming laps in the deep end. How can he keep drawing this out, just as Todomatsu finally begins to press lightly on your lips there is the sound of a door being slammed open on the opposite side from the bedroom.

This sound plus the loud baritone voice following it makes both you and Todomatsu jump like wet cats.

"Hmm, hmm~! Todomatsuu, my *brother* I have come to sing your Karamatsu bedtime lullaby! Get ready to fall into a deep and restful slumber! MOOOON RIV-" Karamatsu dressed in a bathrobe who has interrupted his own song to take a huge gulp from his red wine glass finally notices the scene before him. The portable karaoke mic he held drops with a feedback filled thud.

"Eh?" Karamatsu confusedly blinks.

There remains an incredibly thick moment of stillness in the room for another second. Suddenly a high pitched screech is heard before Karamatsu is pelted in the face with what appears to be a leaded pillow. The wine sloshes but doesn't spill right away.

"Get out Karamatsu-niisan! Get out, get out!!" Todomatsu begins to throw anything he could reach, which unfortunately leads to Karamatsu being clocked in the head by the digital clock. After the projectiles become more violent and Todomatsu keeps shouting louder for his brother to leave, Karamatsu returns from the connected hotel door with his wine skillfully mostly in hand.

You wanna laugh but decide to swallow that down for both of your sake's. Todomatsu’s heaving back clearly still shows aggressive body language and you just don't know him well enough to determine if he can laugh at himself. As Todomatsu huffs and puffs angrily there comes a moment where he grabs his hair and closed mouth screams.

"Totty?" When you call out to him the muffled sound gets worse. Todomatsu does not turn to look at you for a bit.

"Todomatsu-kun?" You address him differently this time with a great deal of hesitancy. This finally gets Todomatsu to stomp over to the bed. He belly flops onto it childishly and screams much louder into a pillow.

"Dumbass bastard Karamatsu-niisan!! You ruined everything for me! Die! I'll never forgive you for this, you painful idiot!!"

You make out most of what he says despite him kicking the bed in a temper tantrum as well... It's quite the display of immaturity. You sit there next to him a bit concerned what to do next.

Instead you stroke the back of his head in a way that you hope is comforting? Todomatsu's sniffly teary face peeks from the pillow, "You can leave now if you want since the mood's dead."

"I guess I could, huh." You ponder aloud, wondering why you hadn't thought of that option yourself. With that response Todomatsu once again returns to loudly whine in the pillow.

"Don't worry, I won't." You pat his head. "So what are you both doing here? Do you live here right now?"

Todomatsu slowly regulates his breathing before answering. "We're temporarily between homes." You take that vague answer as a cue not to ask more follow up questions for that topic.

You do have a question for the previous though. "Would you like me to leave?"

Todomatsu shakes his head no and peers up at you from his damp eyelashes. "But now you don't think I'm charming and seductive because of my shitty older brother."

You laugh at this, "Of course I still do! You're soo attractive, Totty! Just my type." These feel like a 1/5th of a lie but he could honestly worm his way back into your pants in like half a second if he wanted to.

"Really?" What a humble question from Totty! He raises his head in order to see if you look sincere. You nod happily. "Yes, I promise."

He appears satisfied with that answer, "I kinda don't feel like doing any of that stuff now," he speaks softly back into the pillow. "But it's good to know that you still feel the same way about me." The smile in his voice is too cute.

"If you don't want me to leave, why don't we just hang out and talk then?"

#osomatsu san #ososan #totty #matsuno todomatsu/reader #todomatsu x reader #todomatsu x si #roros fics #multichapter ososan fic #pink angel fic #pink angel fic ch5 #if you read NONE of my other chapters or fics or whatever pls pls PLEASE read where karamatsu shows up in this #that scene is so fucking funny #last update for this bc i actually have to write the things in my outline from here out. i have more stuff with much later scenes i #found more interesting. the next chapter of this is gonna be so soft u guys and so sweet but friendzoned cuddlied buddied time lol sorry #but yeah ther e has ALWAYS been a planned arc for totty in this do not be impatient hes just a dickhead

[heyitssmiller]

Chop It Like It’s Hot

Chapter 5: You Take a Pizza My Heart With You

I honestly can’t believe the response this story has had! I love you all so much; thanks for sticking with this! And a special thank you to @im-oknutzy-trash for all the ideas!

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@lumosinlove

About thirty minutes after he ended the call with his mom, there was a knock on Leo’s apartment door.

“So,” Dorcas greeted him as soon as the door opened. “your mom called me. Said you were upset and asked me to check up on you.”

Leo reluctantly opened the door wider. “At least come in first.”

“Thanks.” She strolled in, dropping a bag on the counter and sitting down on the couch like she owned the place. “You want to start talking, or am I going to have to pry information out of you?”

“How about neither?” He said as he sat down next to her.

“Is this about The Batter Incident?”

Leo clenched his jaw. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“You need to talk about it.”

“Do I?”

“Leo, for once in your life, let someone take care of you for a change.”

He sighed, staring down at his hands and collecting his thoughts. Finally he said, “It’s stupid, you know? I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. Don’t worry about it; I’ll get over it eventually.”

“I swear, it’s like pulling teeth with you.” Dorcas grumbled. “Start talking. Now. You like them, right?”

“They’ve been in a relationship for three years now.” Leo blurted out, more frustrated in himself and his feelings than Dorcas’s pestering. “And they’re happy that way. I’d just throw a wrench in those gears and mess everything up, so what’s the point in trying?”

“You can’t be serious.” When he didn’t respond, Dorcas groaned. “Leo.”

“It’s true! I mean, even the logistics of it are doomed from the start. I’m based in New York, they’re in Gryffindor. We all travel constantly. Our schedules would never line up and we’d never see each other.”

“So you’ve thought about this.”

Leo laughed a little at that. “Dorcas, it’s all I’ve thought about for the last week and a half.”

“But that’s so dumb! You’re giving up before you’ve even given it a chance!” She argued. “And you know they like you back - you can’t possibly be that blind.”

He thought back to The Batter Incident. His cheeks had been hot enough that the batter probably could’ve baked there. And the looks on Logan’s and Finn’s faces...

“They might. But how long will that last once they really think about it? A week after this is all over they’ll realize it was just a silly crush and move on.”

“Leo-“

“Please don’t.” He cut her off in a small voice. “Don’t give me false hope. It’ll only hurt more in the end.”

She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. Even though she wasn’t a fan of physical affection, she was still willing to try and comfort Leo, and that meant a lot. “I still think you’re being ridiculous, but I guess I can see where you’re coming from.”

“Thank you.”

After a few seconds of sitting there in silence, Dorcas moved away. “Okay, that’s enough of that. I’ve got some cocktail recipes I’ve been meaning to try out if you want one.”

Leo laughed a little. “I think I’m going to take you up on that.”

***

“Recruits, the challenge for today is tasty tailgates!” Dorcas said with a wicked grin. “Your job is to create traditional game day dishes that people will want to cheer about, not throw a penalty flag. You can use outside resources to find recipes, and you can also use us for help. You have ninety minutes for this challenge and your time starts... now!”

Leo and Dorcas made their way from station to station, giving advice where they could. There were only six contestants left, so they could afford to take more time with each of them. Leo had helped with burgers and chili cheese fries by the time he’d reached Finn.

“What are we making today?” He asked, trying his hardest to not stare at those doe eyes for too long.

“Buffalo wings!” Finn said as he tossed the chicken wings in breading. “I’ve never used a frier before, so that’s worrying me a bit.”

“Well, you really want to make sure the oil is nice and hot before putting your wings in there. After that, just keep an eye on them until they’re nice and brown. It’s chicken though, so be sure to check the internal temperature.”

Finn gave Leo a cheeky salute before going back to his wings. Leo turned to move on to the next station to find Logan already looking at him.

“I’m making a pizza. It’s already in the oven.”

“Look at you, ahead of schedule!” Leo moved around the counter to turn the oven light on. “Did you use a dough recipe without yeast?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want a dough proofing for too long.”

“Smart. Let’s take a look at it.” Leo bent down to look into the oven to see not a pizza, but a rapidly-rising loaf of bread. The toppings had all slid off and were burning at the bottom of the oven.

Leo sat down on the floor next to the oven, squeezed his eyes shut, and laughed, ignorant of the longing looks he received from the two boys.

“Okay,” he said when he finally caught his breath, “I think I know what the problem is.” Leo laughed one last time and got to his feet. “Why don’t you start over on that dough?”

Logan glanced at the clock nervously. “That’s cutting it close, I’m not sure I’ll have enough time.”

“So bump up the oven temp and get that dough mixed as fast as you can.” Leo said as he went to check on his other recruit again. By the time he was done, Logan had dough made and was working on stretching it out on the counter.

“Okay. So the problem was that you didn’t do anything to prevent the dough from rising. An easy trick to fix that is to grab a fork,” Leo fished around in a drawer until he pulled one out.  “And make indents all over the surface of your dough. This gets rid of any air bubbles trapped in there and limits the rising a little.”

Logan rushed to put his sauce and toppings on the pizza before shoving it into the oven. “Hopefully it’ll be done in time.”

“I think this will be better than the loaf of bread, even if the dough isn’t cooked all the way through.”

“Yeah, but time constraints are stressful.”

“How is it any different than a hockey game?”

“I’m good at hockey.” Logan said with a grin, then motioned to his first pizza attempt. “This? Not so much.”

Leo laughed again. “It took practice to get good at hockey; the same goes for cooking. Look at how far you’ve come since the beginning of this show! You’ve–”

“Fuck!”

Leo turned around to see Finn cradling his hand to his chest and glaring at the frier. “You piece of shit.”

“Oil burn?” Leo asked. When Finn nodded, he turned on the tap and set it as cold as it would go. “Those are the worst. Come here. Run it under cold water for a few minutes.” As soon as Finn was close enough, Leo grabbed his wrist to inspect the burn. It was red and inflamed, but didn’t look too bad.

“I don’t think you need a medic.” Leo said with mock gravitas, looking up at Finn and meeting his soft gaze. He realized he was still holding Finn’s hand and let go quickly. “Don’t stay here too long – you don’t want your wings to burn.”

“Right.” Finn murmured as Leo walked away.

He made sure to give the other recruit about the same amount of assist time as the two boys and tried not to feel guilty about it.

***

Finn’s wings were a relative success. The breading was a little weird, but overall they tasted good. Logan’s pizza, though…

It was raw in the middle, just like he was worried about.

So now Leo had to pick between Logan’s raw pizza and another contestant’s just barely overcooked chicken.

It wasn’t really up for debate.

Logan was going home.

And Leo was going to have to tell him.

Fuck.

He sighed, rubbing at his temple and looking over at Dorcas. “Have you made up your mind?”

She nodded. “You?”

“Yeah.” He got up and headed for the door. “Let’s get this over with.”

***

The director called cut, and Leo’s heart ached as he watched Logan’s shoulders slump. He shouldn’t feel guilty. This was his job. But Logan and Finn both looked so sad.

“Sorry, Logan.” He said, not sure what else to say.

He shrugged. “I knew it was coming sooner rather than later. And I’m staying in the city until Finn gets done, so now I’ll have time to sightsee.”

Leo held out his hand to shake Logan’s. “I really enjoyed teaching you.”

That got a smile, much to Leo’s relief. “Thanks, chef.”

***

Post-Episode Interview

Finn: I mean, yeah, I’m bummed out. This has been so much fun to do with him and I hate to see him leave. But you know what that means? *yells* I’m the better chef! I knew it!

Interviewer: How does it feel to be in the semifinals?

Finn: *laughs* Surreal. I honestly never thought I’d make it this far. Here’s hoping I make it to the final! *knocks on the wood table*

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