#just to hang out and talk w people and i throw my all into trying to be here and have friends and be interesting

[rotturn]

once i come back from my trip i think... there's gonna be some big changes

#theres a Lot of mutuals ive been trying to interact w who ignore me and a fair few I've stayed mutuals w #just bc it feels like i have to #and it has made tumblr feel. very lonely #i know this time of year just gets like that #but like. theres people who i used to be close to and talk to a lot who i can not get a reply from ic or ooc these days #and like people move on thats fine its just. idk it sucks #and i know im guilty of being slow sometimes and messages sometimes get missed if im overwhelmed but #i try very very hard to at least reply sometimes or acknowledge peoples posts/existence #but it only feels like 3 or 4 people actually want me here or want to talk to me #idk i love rping and i love being here but this is a collaborative hobby and it feels very much like everyones got people except me #the two people that i talk to every day mean the world to me i love u guys #but outside of those 2 and like 3 other people who like my posts i just feel. like im only a number in peoples follower counts #maybe come the end of jan people will be back online more and I'll feel better but idk #i just try so hard to be here all the time and have completely fucked my sleep schedule on Many occasions #just to hang out and talk w people and i throw my all into trying to be here and have friends and be interesting #and i guess im just. not? and it sucks but it is what it is i guese #i just wish that this wasnt such a lonely place bc im so tired of deleting a bunch of posts constantly bc they get no notes #and it makes me feel like my blog looks messy and bad for anyone new whos looking #i just constantly feel like i have to apologize for existing here and its not fair thats not what this is meant to be #i miss having friends here. people used to like me and im not sure what changed

[twitchmattenthusiast]

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍, chris sturniolo !

summary: (fem oc!) avoids chris for a full week after having a sex dream about him. chris cant take it anymore and convinces matt and nick to help him get her alone at a party.

contains: soft / kinda rough dom!chris, slightt mommy & daddy kink if you squint, mentions of sex dream, riding & fingering.

requested: yes. irl bsf requested this one so this one’s for u bff 😘

"where the fuck are we going?"

"don’t you trust us, b?"

matt’s faux-exasperated tone had bianca throwing him a side-eye. nick, who stood to the left of bianca, chuckled, "i don't think she does matt."

it wasn't that bianca didn't trust them. she’s known the triplets literally her whole life, and matt and nick are like the older brothers she's never had. on a normal day, she would literally follow them blindly because that’s exactly what the trio were: the blind leading the blind. but with the current circumstances and the fact that she has been avoiding their brother like the literal plague, bianca can’t help but feel a little bit suspicious.

matt and nick had found bianca hiding—or at least trying to. it was always easy to find bianca at a party, considering after two drinks she was close to literally getting on top of a table and singing out of tune. anyway, she had been hiding with a group of her college friends that none of the triplets could even remember the names of, considering she didn’t hang out with them much. the fact that bianca was even at a party with them in the first place was weird; she always found it boring, but she needed an escape, and cheap beer with some questionable company had to do it.

bianca was sitting with one of her college friends, pouring another drink for herself, when matt and nick appeared out of literally nowhere, which confused bianca because why would matt and nick ever be at a party one of her college friends were throwing? grabbed her plastic cup from her hands, ignored her protests, and started dragging her out of the living room.

dragging bianca along, each one linked to her arms from both sides, passing in between the crowd of bodies gathered in the living room, occasionally having to push a drunk jock out of the way, and guiding her up the stairs into the upstairs hallway. they moved fast, and the people around her passed by like a sea of blurred faces.

bianca was suddenly thrusted forward when she reached one of the doors and were pushed inside by matt, who flashed her an apologetic smile, shrugging, "i’m sorry!" he said though he didn’t seem apologetic at all.

bianca glared at the door; she didn’t even need to turn around; she already knew who was sitting on the bed, as who else would convince their equally idiotic brothers to do this?

she sighed as she turned around, reasoning with herself that as much as she tried, she unfortunately couldn't avoid her best friend forever. sitting on the neatly made bed of some stranger's room was chris sturniolo, looking like a kicked puppy as he followed bianca’s eyes, watching as they averted around the room as she still stood at the door, unsure of what to do.

chris happily broke the silence, though. “so now i have to literally kidnap my best friend just to talk to her?”

leaning back into the cold wooden surface of the door, bianca tried to sound as unbothered as possible, knowing very well she was about to crack. "i wouldn't call that much of a kidnapping. matt and nick were giggling like literal idiots.”

when chris didn't answer, merely raising an eyebrow, unamused, she tried again. "so, uh... what is this, exactly? christopher. seven minutes in heaven? you know this isn't seventh grade anymore, right?"

“no, if it were seventh grade, you wouldn’t be ignoring me and acting weird.”

"i’m not acting weird.”

"then why can't you just look at me?" chris asked, frustration creeping into his voice.

"i-"

but as soon as chris opened his mouth, he couldn’t stop talking. “you’ve been avoiding me like the fucking plague all week, and i need to know why."

bianca wasn’t avoiding chris.

or at least that’s what bianca has been telling him ever since he first confronted her about it. he showed up at her house a week ago, climbing through her window as he refused to use the door like a normal person, planning to stay up all night with her because og fortnite had just dropped, though she made an excuse about being sick and ushered him out of her house, causing him to be very confused because she looked fine at school earlier.

he brushed it off and didn’t text her the next day. when bianca was sick, she liked to be left alone; she hated people being around her when she was sick. but when three days had passed and she still hadn’t contacted him once, he attempted to call her, asking her what was wrong and why she was avoiding him. she couldn’t bear to tell him the truth, so she said she was still sick, and then hastily hung up the phone, avoiding his texts afterwards.

in school, when he attempted to approach bianca at her locker in hopes of talking to his best friend, whom he hadn’t seen or spoken to in four days, she rushed towards her class, pretending she didn’t notice him; she was running out of excuses.

the truth was, bianca couldn’t look her best friend in the eye anymore, let alone be in his presence, after the dream she had of him.

she sighed and looked down at the floor. “it’s nothing, chris; i’m just confused, okay? you didn’t do anything  wrong; i promise it’s just...” she trailed off awkwardly.

there was a shift in the air, and the tension dropped as chris’s face lightened. hearing that bianca wasn’t mad at him was a relief. he rose from his place on the bed and walked over to her, stopping right in front of her.

“hey b?” he gently lifted her chin up, looking deeply into her eyes. “i’m not mad at you, okay? i was just worried; we used to tell each other everything, and then you started acting like this, and it’s been driving me crazy because i didn’t know what to think," he admitted.

"i know; i’m sorry." bianca finally mustered up the courage to meet his gaze. her eyes softened slightly at his concern. "it’s just... well, you know how crazy dreams can be sometimes," she added sheepishly.

"bianca..." chris sighed softly before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close against his chest. he rested his chin on top of her head, savouring the familiar scent of her hair. "i promise i won't judge you for whatever it was. just, please, talk to me about it." he pleaded softly, hoping she would finally break down and tell him what had been bothering her all week.

bianca sighed, her body leaning into his warmth. "okay, fine," she muttered reluctantly. taking a deep breath, she began to explain, "it’s just that... well, i had this weird dream about us... you know?" she stuttered, her cheeks turning crimson red.

chris raised an eyebrow. “oh yeah?” he asked. his sweet tone started to fade away as he smirked slightly.

bianca just nodded her head, missing the smirk in his tone as he asked, “what happened in the dream?" though he kind of had an idea already, and he’d be lying if he said the images weren’t going straight to his dick.

"in the dream, we were both, you know..." bianca managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper.

“oh, i think i know.” chris’s smirk grew wider at her discomfort, his eyes glittering with excitement. "and what happened next?" he prompted, eagerly waiting for her reaction.

bianca swallowed hard, her heart racing faster than normal. "uh, i was riding you.” she admitted weakly.

 “that sounds hot."

 bianca’s eyes widened as she pulled away from chris. “what?” she asked in shock. she couldn’t believe she was even admitting this to him.

“you heard me.” chris smirked.

bianca’s face reddened slightly, and chris smirked. “what do you say we make your little dream come true, hm?"

bianca bit her lower lip, her eyes darting around the room nervously. "chris, we can't!" she protested weakly.

"no?” chris raised his eyebrows. “if i pulled your panties aside, you’re telling me you wouldn’t be dripping?” he asked, noting how her thighs were pressed together.

"i... i..." stuttering, bianca couldn't find the words to argue anymore. her body was betraying her, and the warmth between her legs confirmed it all too well.

"come on, ma,” chris said as his hands trailed down towards her ass, squeezing them tightly. “made you feel good in your dream, hm? let me make you feel good in real life.”

unable to resist any longer, bianca nodded, and chris grinned triumphantly. he pulled her closer, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her hungrily, their tongues tangling together in a messy dance. chris suddenly motioned for her to jump, and she instantly complied, jumping and wrapping her legs around chris’s waist as he kissed her harder, walking towards the bed and pushing her onto it. he pulled apart from her lips, his lips covered in her lipstick, though he didn’t seem to care as he said, “tell me what i did to you in your dream, ma.”

"y-you were kissing my neck, and then you started to undress me slowly,” she gasped as chris’s lips attached to her neck, bitting, licking, and kissing her skin. his hands trailed down her body, making their way to her back as he unzipped her dress effortlessly while still kissing her. she gasped as the dress fell and his hands started to cup her breasts over her bra.

“like this, ma?” he asked.

"mmm..." bianca groaned, enjoying the sensation of his hands on her breasts. "yes, just like that," she managed to croak out between moans.

"good girl," chris praised, pulling away from her neck long enough to whisper into her ear, "now tell me what happened next." he nibbled lightly on her earlobe before sucking it softly, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

he continued to tease her nipples through her bra, making them harden further. "come on, mommy,” he teased, knowing that was a secret kink of hers that he heard her overshare one time. “don’t be shy; tell me what i did next."

she couldn’t help it. the use of the word mommy always made her feel some type of way, so she no longer held back. "you pulled my panties down, and you fingered me."

"that’s a good girl," chris praised as he finally took her lacy bra off and sucked on her nipple harshly before turning his attention to her wetness. he began to rub slow circles around her clit through her underwear, creating waves of pleasure that radiated throughout her body. "tell me how bad you want me to touch you there, ma," he demanded huskily.

bianca moaned loudly, her body arching into his touch. "please, chris. i need you to touch me." she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.

chris grinned triumphantly, his eyes glittering with satisfaction. he hooked his fingers underneath her underwear and pulled them down slowly, revealing her smooth, shaven pussy to him. "just like that," he praised before lowering his head and sucking her clit between his lips, his tongue flicking it teasingly.

bianca moaned so loudly that chris had to place his hand over her mouth. "you need to be quiet, b. don’t want people to hear us, do you?” he asked as he inserted a finger and wasted no time in moving it quickly in and out of her, smirking as she threw her head back.

"after all, that would mean i’d have to stop, and you don’t want me to stop now, do you, baby?”

bianca nodded frantically, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "no, please don't stop." she begged, her body trembling with desire.

chris chuckled darkly, his finger moving faster inside of her, hitting her g-spot just right. "you’re such a naughty girl, bianca," he teased before suddenly stopping, leaving her hanging on edge. "but i’ll reward you for being so good." with that, he slowly inserted another finger alongside the first one, stretching her tight entrance as he began to thrust them in and out of her wet pussy.

bianca whimpered softly, her nails digging into chris’s back for support. "more, please, give me more," she begged, her voice shaking with need.

"mhm, i don’t know, ma,” chris teased. "is this better than your dream?” he asked.

"yes, yes, it's better," bianca panted, her voice barely above a whisper.

chris chuckled again, his fingers picking up the pace inside of her and hitting her g-spot harder and faster. "that’s a good girl," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "now, spread your legs wider for me."

bianca complied, spreading her legs apart as wide as they could go, exposing her sensitive folds to him. her body trembled in anticipation, begging for more.

chris didn't disappoint her. he added another finger, stretching her tight pussy even further. "do you like that?" he asked, his voice gruff with lust.

bianca nodded. “yes, chris, i love it,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back as she felt her legs start to shake. “chris, fuck, i’m-“

"cum for me, baby."

with one final push, bianca’s body convulsed violently, and she cried out his name as waves of pure ecstasy washed over her. her juices coated his hand and arm, leaving a sticky mess on the sheets.

chris smirked and lowered his head to kiss her sweetly on the lips. “you did so well, you know that?" he told her, his voice husky with satisfaction. as bianca caught her breath, he undressed himself quickly, revealing his hardened dick, which was dripping with pre-cum. "we’re not done yet, though, ma."

bianca moaned at the sight; she didn’t expect him to be that big. chris chuckled at her reaction and attached their lips together again. bianca moaned into the kiss sucking on his tongue as chris flipped them over so she was on top. she broke away from the kiss and looked at him in confusion.

“wha-“

he stopped her. "if i remember correctly, you said you rode me in your dream, hm?” he asked as she nodded her head.

chris grinned. "well, it’s also my dream for you to ride me. wanna see those tits bounce for me, ma.”

she nodded nervously, her hands shaking as she reached down to guide his cock into her tight entrance. slowly at first, bianca began to lower herself onto him, groaning softly as the head of his cock brushed against her sensitive spot.

“oh fuck," she gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. "chris, you're huge."

“that’s it, ma,” he moaned back, his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down his length. "take it all."

bianca moaned and sank right down onto his lap, the pair both groaning as they looked down and realised their bodies were perfectly aligned. she slowly rode him up and down, her breasts swaying enticingly with each thrust.

his hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements while his tongue traced along her neck and collarbone.

“that’s it baby," he panted, "ride me like you mean it."

bianca moved even faster, throwing her head back. “feels so good, daddy,” she moaned, and chris’s eyes darkened.

"that’s it, ma," he growled, his hands moving to cup her ass firmly, encouraging her to ride him harder.

bianca picked up the pace, her breasts slapping against his chest with each thrust. the rhythmic motion of their bodies created a symphony of sounds that filled the room—moans, gasps, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. their combined moans echoed off the walls, making them both lose themselves.

"i’m so close, chris." bianca gasped as he sucked on her nipple harshly.

"me too, baby," chris groaned, his own climax nearing. he increased the speed of his thrusts, matching her rhythm perfectly. their bodies slapped against each other in sync, creating a perfect rhythm of pleasure and desire.

bianca’s orgasm built up quickly, and she cried out his name as another powerful wave of ecstasy washed over her. her tight pussy contracted around his cock, milking him dry. when she finally came down from her high, she collapsed on top of him, panting heavily.

chris followed suit moments later, his own release filling her up completely. they lay there for a moment, their breathing gradually returning to normal.

“fuck that was.” bianca stuttered to out of it to even form a sentence.

chris chuckled and slowly pulled out of her. he headed towards the bathroom in the room, returned a moment later with a warm washcloth, and began gently wiping the mess they made off her thighs. bianca smiled softly, and once he was done, he helped her put her panties and bra back on.

he pecked her lips softly. "you okay?” he asked.

“never been better," she replied.

“good.” chris smiled. “but next time something happens, promise you’ll tell me instead of avoiding me?”

“if this is what happens afterwards, then I'll be telling you about every dream i have.”

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not a chris girl but this could of single handedly converted me

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo

[jnkgrnde]

— dating hc’s, clarisse la rue, pjo

summary — dating hc’s w pookie

pairings — clarisse la rue x black!fem!reader (daughter of apollo)

authors note — some of this is inspired by a clarisse fanfic i read the other day w a child of apollo reader ☝🏾

⭑ alr first things first y’all r the definition of black cat gf + golden retriever gf WALK W ME!

⭑ like when u first got to camp clarisse was v.. she thought u were different but in a good way.

⭑ she expected u to act like how an apollo kid would except u were like 5x sunshinier and smilier.

⭑ when u decided to hang out w her more often after u arrived people were starting to question things

⭑ like how clarisse wasn’t throwing you in the lake

⭑ the only reason she hadn’t done that yet was because she was starting to like having you around, even if she didn’t act like it

⭑ you’d talk to her about your day, spar w her, etc etc

⭑ that was up until the night you realized you liked her more than friends

⭑ you were pacing around your cabin, biting your nails anxiously; when you got to camp, you decided to read about your father, and that included all of his tragedies family wise and love wise.

⭑ you didn’t want to continue that tradition, so you came down to the decision of avoiding clarisse entirely.

⭑ it started becoming noticeable after about two or three days.

⭑ clarisse was more irritable, and people noticed you weren’t around her as much. a lot of the time you’d write in your journal about it.

⭑ whenever you were at the archery range, you’d up and leave as soon as you saw clarisse.

⭑ she wasn’t happy about this

⭑ this had been going on for what felt like forever; clarisse trying to subtly look for you, and whenever she found you you always managed to leave as soon as she was approaching.

⭑ she would’ve never admitted this to anybody, but she missed you. how you would talk non stop about your day and always ask how hers was going. she missed the way you would get shy whenever she called you sunshine because of your descent.

⭑ she ended up having enough when she called out for you at the archery range and you blatantly ignored her, which is how you two got where you are right now

“y/n!”

you cursed to yourself as you started walking the opposite direction, not even bothering to put your bow down.

she didn’t let you go this time, running up to you to turn you around. you had a slight look of anger and fear on your face, and it hurt clarisse to see you look at her like everyone else does.

“why are you avoiding me?” you avoided her eyes. you weren’t really prepared for what would’ve happened when or if she decided to approach you. “is there something you wanted to tell me? any explanation? at all?” she persisted. “i just- it’s hard to talk about, clarisse.” clarisse frowned. you almost never used her full name. “it’s just me, sunshine. just you and me.”

you breathed deep to calm your aching heart. “i like you.”

clarisse stood dumbfounded. “what?” “i have a crush on you, and i was scared to tell you because of my dad and his history with love. i didn’t want to possibly get you killed all because i loved you.” clarisse looked at you for a moment then put her lips with yours.

her hand found your waist as you gripped her forearm. why and since when was she a good kisser? it was getting heated so you pulled away. “why did you do that?” you asked her breathlessly. “we have more of a chance of dying solely because we’re demigods. if i have to die early, i’d rather die knowing me and you were together through everything.” you nodded. “okay.” you whispered out.

“okay?” she repeated. she looked at you with so much love held in her eyes. “okay.” you started grinning.

⭑ let me wrap this up before it gets too long lmao

⭑ to reiterate what i said earlier, yall are the definition of black cat gf + golden retriever gf

⭑ whether its in capture the flag or just strolling around the campgrounds, clarisse is very protective of you

⭑ i’d like to believe she would steal some of ur lotion n stuff cs u got GOOD stuff don’t ask me how i know

⭑ you’d also help eachother out w ur hair like braiding them for games etc etc

⭑ she loved ur voice btw. like u had a naturally pretty voice bc of ur dad, so she’d love to hear u talk. bonus points if ur one of those ppl who sing peoples names instead of js saying them normally

⭑ it took her a minute to get used to it, but atp she does not care about pda; she’s showing u off whether u like it or not

⭑ okay thats it clarisse is my girlfriend #confirmed

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fic #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson

[toruro]

i just think….toxic ex bf!dino who starts hoeing out to make you jealous.. he fucks any random girl at any random party but only thinks of you, making sure his hickeys are visible enough for you to see them, posting pics with randoms on his socials 💭

nectar of the gods

tags: smut (18+), angst, toxic chan (duhh), pet names (baby), creampie

w/c: 1.4k

a/n: this concept is insanity actually anon i am in love with u (WINK WONK WINK WONK WINK WONK) ..,,, pls visit my inbox more often :3

thinking about your toxic ex chan.

it's funny when you say that, because he was the one who said he wanted to end things on good terms; told you he wanted "none of that drama ... none of that petty shit." chan had said it so casually that you're now having a hard time trying to figure out if you're going crazy.

crazy, because just three nights after you two ended things, he was posting on his finsta (which, by the way, he demanded you stay on for the sake of keeping peace and not cutting ties) at some party you weren't invited to with some girl you didn't know dancing—no, grinding—on the same man whose lap you were bouncing on just a week earlier.

crazy, because two days later you go to hang out with your group of friends and of course chan is there (because when isn't chan there?), and you swear you haven't seen him wear a shirt with a collar that low in ages and ... is that a hickey? you might go crazy.

crazy, because you aren't sure if he expects you to stare ..,, crazy, because you swear you see his lips curve upwards into a smug smirk when you turn your eyes away, bashfully heating up in the cheeks. "you good?" he asks casually, when you choke over your water a little when you decide to glance back at him and catch second and third splotchy, bruising mark under his collarbone.

crazy, because you aren't sure why your stomach bubbles up with some nasty feeling of ... anger? uncertainty? jealousy?

crazy, because how could you be jealous? you broke up with him—told him you've got too much going on in your life, and while chan was great and all, you don't really have the time for a boyfriend right now. so really, you have no right to be jealous, isn't that correct?

fuck, you've gone crazy.

it doesn't help that you try to avoid him. the next week, you don't sit next to him in the lecture you have together, and you don't think chan'll make a fuss about it. after all, it seems like he's moving on just fine, so you hardly consider the fact that he might be just a bit bothered by the fact that you choose to sit next to seungcheol instead.

you don't expect him to walk up to you afterwards with a frown etched deep into his lips as he scoffs, "already throwing yourself on my friends?" to which you'd like to respond with: "aren't you doing just the same?" ... 'cept you don't say that, because that would mean you're jealous, right? and you're not jealous ... no way!

so you just shake your head softly and say that you're sorry for causing a fuss. that you'll sit with him next time. that you'll start talking to seungcheol less. chan grins at you and nods his head, and as he turns away to head to his car, you catch the fading mark on his neck from a few nights before, and wonder if you should say something.

you don't, of course.

that night you go home, and you're scrolling on your insta and then there's that bright ring around the chan's finsta and so curiosity undoubtedly kills the cat. maybe you tear up a little at the sight of a an obviously faded chan who's got his cheek pressed up against another girl's, both of them grinning as people party in the background.

and so you call him, and he's sweet at first. asks you, "hey what's up ... hey are you crying?" to which you respond with more sniffles. and you wanna hang up, you wanna hang up so bad, but then you think that if you cut the call he's just gonna go off and talk to that girl—or worse, he'll fuck her—and you're totally not jealous but you also totally can't let that happen.

and so you cry a bit harder—you replay the image of those stupid, big fat hickeys on his neck—and you let your tummy churn while you wallow in your own self pity.

"what's wrong baby?" chan asks you from the other side, and in the background you faintly hear the blaring techno and you briefly consider telling him you miss him, which is odd because you don't miss him ... do you? you just don't want him to go off with what's-her-face ... right?

and so you're silent, tryin' to figure out what you should say but then you hear this voice and it's too high pitched, too bubbly, too girly to be chan's, and suddenly your heart sinks right down to your stomach.

"channie, c'mon! let's have some fun?" the voice of a girl calls in the background, and you're just about to open your mouth and say something when chan beats you to it.

"i gotta go," he tells you in a rush and oh the sound of the line being cut will be you're undoing, because now the image of chan fucking this random ass girl burns into your skull and for some reason, you can't seem to shave it down.

and so you drown yourself in your tears, pressing yourself into the cushions of your couch and your sobs rack through your empty living room while chan is probably in some strangers room fucking the living daylights out of a cunt that isn't yours.

you think you might just fall asleep like this—alone in this dimly lit room with nothing but your tears dropping onto your lap; and so when you hear chan's voice you think this might be a dream, but then you look up and suddenly you see him.

he stands in front of you in all his glory, face flushed and faux blonde hair brushes just over his eyes as he walks closer to where you sit on your couch. chan shushes you when you ask him why he's still got your keys—tells you that isn't important right now—and he cups your cheeks and wipes your tears, asks you why you're crying, why there are tears in your eyes when "channie's right here ... channie's not gonna leave you ..."

and then he's kneeling in front of you, askin' you again why you're crying and so you cry even harder ... his hands are all over you, stroking your cheeks and then rubbing your shoulders, then one hand's on your hip and kneading the soft flesh and you think he's just trying to comfort you and so you cry even harder because you wonder whether he had his hands on that girl just moments earlier.

but then he's whispering in your ear, tellin' you he's gonna "make you feel better ..." but only if you'll let him.

his hands feel so nice all over you, rubbing up and down your thighs and—fuck, when did he slip his fingers between your legs? not that you care anyways, because even with your mind deluded with tears, you find the want to slowly hump your hips into his touch until he's slipping his hand down your pant, asking you if this is you letting him "make you feel good."

of course, you whine through your tears, nodding dumbly when he slips his rough fingers into your soaked cunt, murmuring into your neck 'bout how "channie's always gonna be here to make you feel better ... channie's never gonna leave ..."

he fingers you for a bit, and then he fucks you into the couch. it's hot and sloppy and heavy and messy, and it has you crying and panting—hands all over each other because you can't get enough of him.

your lips run all over his neck, his chest, collarbone—all of it, because you are in no way jealous, you just enjoy marking your territory. and chan fucks you so deep, groaning, "this pussy's made for me—just for me, you hear me?" and you are not a jealous person but you grin to yourself in this fucked out haze because chan is right.

you wrap your arms around his neck as he fucks you missionary, raking your nails into his back, tugging at the roots of his hair—doin' everything you fucking can to show chan that he might not be yours but he is yours, and you are his.

the thought that this might come and bite you in the ass crosses your mind briefly, but chan is quick to fuck your worries away, tellin' you "no one's gonna fuck you like this ..." and so you moan, and chan takes that as an agreement, so he fucks you harder until you're choking over your own sobs of pleasure.

"this pussy's mine, you got that baby?"

#answered #✰ anon #mdni #svt smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt scenarios #dino smut #dino x reader #dino scenarios #lee chan x reader #lee chan smut #lee chan imagines #💌 drabbles

[alwritey-aphrodite]

pookie first of all: CONGRATS ON 1K OMG!!! SO PROUD OF YOU🫶🫶

also: loving all the arranged marriage fics they’re all soso good I’m so happy and grateful ❤️

anywayss, I have a new idea!!

-either a new girl reader, and sejanus is immediately infatuated w her

-orr more of a peacekeeper!sejanus with a district/covey reader bc it’s literally stuck in my head so badly rn😭

thank you so much, congrats again🫶🫶

ps: wish me luck on midterms this week, I’m dying🙏

AHHH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH 🥰🥰🥰 im sorry this took so long, but im sure you did amazing on your midterms <3 also, peacekeeper!Sejanus and covey!reader mean the world to me (as does matchmaker Lucy Gray hehe)

The Covey are a flashy people, performers to their very soul and the most lively bunch you’ve ever seen. With a love of bright colors and music, it’s hard for any of you to fly under the radar when compared to the rest of the citizens of District Twelve, the people who will never claim you as their own but are happy to dance to your songs and send your cousin to fight to the death.

You, however, aren’t built for the stage. Your voice is better suited to singing lullabies than it is to performing on stage, and even the thought of that many eyes on you makes you feel like you’re on the verge of throwing up. Still, you contribute where you can, helping your cousins write their songs and being a willing audience when they need to test out something new, and you still work, sewing new clothes and patching up the old.

Lucy Gray is something of a momma bird, despite the fact that she’s only a handful of weeks older than you, and she’d rather see you set up and happy before running off with Coriolanus. Luckily for you, he has a friend who, in your opinion, is much kinder and cuter than his blonde counterpart. You’d tell him that, if only your tongue didn’t tie up in knots every time you made eye contact.

Walking towards the lake, Sejanus is sure to push any low-hanging branches out of the way for you, holding out his hand to help you over loose rocks and tangles of roots. The two of you talk the entire way there, almost oblivious to the people surrounding you and the feeling of Lucy Gray staring at you. If you turned around, you’re almost certain you’d catch her grinning.

When you finally make it to the dock, you try not to stare as Sejanus pulls off his shirt, turning away to pull off your own clothes, completely unaware of the way he blushes as he turns back towards the water, for reasons unrelated to the beating sun. No matter how obvious Sejanus makes his affection, it seems impossible to you that somebody like him could love you, and even just friendship seems a little unbelievable sometimes.

The two of you wait for your younger cousins to go splashing into the water, certain that if you had jumped in first, you would have gotten pummeled with water and flying limbs. Launching yourself into the water, you resurface with a giggle as you watch Lucy Gray leap into the lake with Coriolanus hot on her heels. Sejanus is treading water next to you, and the two of you share a smile as you watch Lucy Gray out of the corner of your eye.

“They’re something else, aren’t they?” You wish you were as trusting as Lucy Gray, able to just accept affection like you deserved it, but you’re too busy daydreaming to realize that Sejanus is looking at you like you’re something to be admired.

After about twenty minutes of Maude Ivory’s splashing, you grow tired and heave yourself onto the dock, drying off in the sunshine and dangling your feet into the water. Sejanus sits next to you, claiming that he’s never been the strongest swimmer and he’d rather sit with you on mostly-solid ground, but from the way Lucy Gray winks at you, you’re almost certain it’s just an excuse to sit next to you.

The rest of the afternoon is spent lying side by side with Sejanus in the sun, talking about whatever comes to mind and kicking at your younger cousins whenever they decide to try and tug you back into the water. It’s all sunshine and giggles, and there’s a strange feeling forming in your chest, right in the center of your ribs, a feeling that grows whenever Sejanus looks over at you, eyes half-closed from the sun but still full of a sort of adoration that’s completely foreign to you.

These are always your favorite days, your favorite moments, little pockets of sun dappled peace for you to hold close to your heart and revisit whenever you’re feeling down. The way Sejanus looks at you, smiles at you, laughs at your jokes, places a gentle hand on the bottom of your back to guide you over rough terrain, catapults today to the top of your heart, a precious little jewel to hold onto.

In those moments, replaying the day over in your head with a dreamy smile on your face, you don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing or reading too much into the way Sejanus seems to orbit you like you’re the sun, you just get to smile at the memory of the way his eyes crinkle with the intensity of his joy and the ghost of his warm palm on your back. And, no one can scold you for replaying these moments over and over, even though you’re much too nervous to ever say anything to Sejanus about the way your breath catches and your heart constricts whenever you see him.

Tagging my beloved @beybaldes because it feels illegal not to at this point

#sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus plinth fanfiction #sejanus x reader #sejanus x you #the ballad of songbirds and snakes fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[sheloveshp]

„All talk“- ron w.

warnings: little smut// virgin!ron// fluff at the end

confronting shy little ron „all talk“ weasly after he has been crushing and flirting on you for a while

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“Where did your confidence go Ron?” You whispered into his ear. You’ve had enough of him and his remarks about your body (or rather how, saying them is the most he does to you.)Today all of this shall end.

You were up for yet another Study Session in his dorm. Ron Weasley has gotten much more suggestive even in front of the others students. Gladly for the both of you it didn’t bother you. What bothered you was that he wasn’t shy to talk about how good your tits looked while he was playing quidditch and that, that was the reason for Gryffindor’s loss, while being seated next to all the other gryffindors . Yet whenever you came suggestively close to him, his whole body shut down and he suddenly remembered to “feed his old ass hamster” or rat or whatever it was and left.

“All those remarks when i visited you at training about how good my ass looked in those black shorts” Your fingers played around sliding them up and down his chest while you talk.

„All that undressing me with your eyes in class and at parties and now you won’t even look into my eyes ronnie?“ you stopped. Now looking directly into his eyes. His cheeks being as red as his hair and heart beating out of his chest.

Yeah sure he was in fact, in love with you and throwing these perverted things at your head was much better for him than being vulnerable to you and telling you how he actually feels. He was also scared of dating you. You were the (y/n) (l/n) after all. Gryffindors baddest bitch. Yes, even badder than Hermione. He was scared of what others might say when they find out that you’re dating him out of all people. He was scared of rejection and how he would carry on living his life when you broke his heart by rejecting him. So if being close to you means only being your friend and talking in a not so shy manner to SOMEHOW release his inner feelings for you. He will.

Ron tried his best to keep calm and stay cool. He didn’t want to seem like a weakling infront of you of all people, but then again. It’s you he is talking to and you who has him pushed onto the wall of his dorm room.

Fucking you would be a great thing too tho <3.

Trying to fabricate even one

string of words he completely failed and just gulped really loudly.

„I want you and I know you want me but I‘m getting tired ron.“

lies.

You loved the thrill you get when you think about him. thinking about what he would do to you once he would finally let go of whatever is holding him back and fuck you.

At first you hated to admit it but you thought about him every day. The way his hair shines when the sun hits it. The way he is always eating. The way he will be the last one on the Hogwarts Express to make sure everyone got in safely.

The way he would bend you over his desk at this very desk you’re standing next to in his room and fuck you straight is also a nice thought. <3

„Tired of you not doing shit about it.”

“talk. talk. talk.” slightly hit his chest with your pointed finger.

oh how you would’ve loved to leave a kiss on every part of his body and rip his clothes of his body right now but sadly your pride didn’t let you. The pride that is hanging onto a string threatening to rip every time you look up into his eyes and see him looking at you so shy.

„Tell me you want me Ronnie“ you whisper into his ears cupping his cheek with your left hand while the other remained rubbing circles on his chest. „I want you“ he finally breathed out. He knew that he wanted you. so. so bad. It’s the way he twitched whenever he saw you talking to anyone that he doesn’t trust. It’s the way all of his synapses came to a stop last Friday when, you opened your dorm room to study with him, only for him to find you in your short biker shorts and a white shirt with no bra on. Obviously, he had to retake the exam.

„You’re all talk.“ you looked at him now

His patience finally ripped and he kissed you so passionately as if he was waiting a lifetime for it.

When the kiss came to a halt he didn’t want to yet and followed your lips with his. You both looked at eachother. breathing HEAVILY. “That was-“ you cut him off before you jump into his strong arms and kiss him again and again.

Trying to locate his bed he bumped into serveal things he finally found it and threw you onto it.

“Now we’re talking.” You whisper against his lips trying to cool the situation a bit. It will be his first time after all.

Ron kept kissing and kissing and kissing you just to make sure it wasn’t one of his wet dreams again.

Stoping for a moment you grab your wand of the bedside stand and put a spell on this room to muffle the room and lock it.

“Muffelatto e chiudare.” Ron noticed these spells and immediately knew now that you were here on business. Now back to making out, your hips moved a lot on his crotch area forcing him to buckle his hips to get some sort of action going on down there.

You would’ve loved to ride him straight but you also wanted this to last longer so you decided to take the lead. With longer you mean several weeks of teasing him like he did to you and only giving him little after little taste of you.

Turning around to straddle him now you left a few hot kisses on his jaw and neck before you went lower. way lower.

Unbuckling his belt Ron looked down on you seeing you with his sex in your hands he internally freaked out.

“Relax, Baby.” You coo, noticing his nervousness. You start pumping slowly after you noticed him calm down a little because what will come after this might send him into cardiac arrest. Dropping the word “baby” on him hit him like a truck, even more than you pumping your hand up and down his already hardened cock.

It was his first time and yet again…he was shy but you wanted to hear him moan your name and whimper so bad.

“You can make noises, baby. No one will hear you but me.” And with that he let loose. Whimpering, Moans, all of it rushed out his mouth immediate like he has been holding it back for years.

“Y/n” he said as he covered his eyes with his hands to keep himself from coming to fast. Otherwise he would make a complete fool of himself. You though… You knew exactly what would get him rilled up.

Finally, you take him inside your mouth. Ron removes his hand at the speed of light to see you and shrieked. That was it. You had him and this moment shall forever be engraved in his mind, for as long as he lives.

His cum tasted like cola cherry for some reason. You didn’t like cola whatsoever but this was nice so you took his whole load into your throat and swallowed.

Ron immediately fell back after he has been keeping himself up to watch this all unfold. He was shook to his core.

“You can eat that????” Ron being Ron, that was the first thing he asked you after having his blowie v-card being taken.

“Yes, Ron.” You wait in anticipation for anything else for him to say. As you lay down next to him.

“You are so amazing y/n.” He finally breathes out while searching for what to say in your eyes. “You weren’t so bad yourself, Darling.” There it goes again. Making him all dizzy with you loving words. Although it wasn’t much he was already gone.

“Wait! What about you? What should I do for you?” Honestly he felt kind of bad that you didn’t get what you wanted. Also he didn’t get to feel that bad cuz he was still on his orgasm high.

“Next time, Ronnie.” You say kissing his cheek and the other side. Finally, you had what was yours and what you desired the most. You are never going to let him go.

It has been a tough week at Hogwarts so both of you became really tired, really fast and dozed off.

For once in his life Ron was the first to wake up. Realizing that this scene isn’t a dream and you were still on him, sleeping like an angel, Ron chuckled to himself.

If he wasn’t still in another universe mentally trying to process what happened last night, he would be worried. Worried about wether this all is a friends with benefits kind of thing or something serious?? But the way you were holding him and laying on him chest on chest, heart on heart. He knew that this might be serious and he couldn’t wait for the day where this would become his day to day life. Waking up to the love of his life.

#hp x reader #ron weasley x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter universe #Ron #ron x reader #weasly x reader #hp headcanon #weasley family #ron weasly imagine #ron wealsey x y/n

[seelestars]

ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION ?!

(wriothesley x gn reader)

a/n : the ending is not the best but oh well.. it is what it is ig

won my 50/50 for wrio so gonna write extra for him ,, gl to everyone pulling !

you, sigewinne, and wriothesley were having some tea together in his office. a smile threatens to make its way to your lips every time you think about how insistent he was about the three of you hanging out. wriothesley always had more spare time than you and sigewinne, but even with your pretty tight schedule— you couldn’t find it in you to refuse his request.

“so? is the tea to your liking?” wriothesley looks at you and sigewinne, a content expression on his face as he spent time with some of his favorite people.

“hehe, it’s good. but~ I think the shakes I make are better.” sigewinne giggles while resting her cheek on her palm, staring at wriothesley with half lidded eyes.

you were lost in your thoughts about wriothesley as he and sigewinne tossed playful comments towards each other. subconsciously, you began tuning out their conversation. it was like pleasant background noise for you while admiring how handsome you thought wriothesley was. his beautiful eyes you recount getting lost in quite a number of times, his calloused hands adorned by veins and gloves that you found yourself trying to touch whenever you could, his hair—

his hair.

at the thought of his hair, a fond memory played in your head.

“you know, the tufts on your hair remind me of… a wolf. i mean, you even act like one.” you said suddenly, as the two of you were temporarily slacking off. the smirk that formed on wriothesley’s lips made your heart race furiously. why did he have to be so attractive?! “oh really? then, you should be careful in case I bite you.” he jokes, chuckling. you nearly lost your composure at the sound of his laughter, having to hide your slightly flushed face. (even though he noticed <\3)

but.

it was inappropriate to be in love with your best friend, so you kept all of your feelings to yourself. …you doubt he felt the same anyway.

“you okay?” sigewinne had been trying to grab your attention a couple of times, seeing how you seemed distant.

you quickly reassured her that you were fine, silently hoping wriothesley didn’t notice the way you were looking at him the entire time.

“hmm.. alright then! oh— i almost forgot… is there something going on between you two? wriothesley nearly talks my ear off about you sometimes.” sigewinne smiles, throwing a knowing glance at wriothesley and back at you.

you noticed the way his cheeks immediately flushed a subtle pink at her words (though, yours did too.) his head hung low in his hand as he avoided looking at the w two of you, a groan escaping his lips.

wriothesley must’ve been very embarrassed from the way he tried to shut down the conversation, coming up with excuses that none of you believed in.

“anyways. um. i still have some work to attend to, so ill talk to you all later.” his words were slightly jumbled together as he quickly walked out of his office, leaving a confused you with an amused sigewinne.

“i wasn’t joking when i said it.” sigewinne turns to you, smiling. her expression made you nervous, even though she was normally like this too. you coughed, your cheeks reddening further. “r-right.” you tried to ignore what she said to the best of ability, knowing it would cause complications. but… your mind couldn’t help but wander..

did wriothesley truly have the same feelings for you? what if sigewinnes just playing with you— no.. that can’t be. wriothesley seemed embarrassed at being exposed like that. no. there’s no way he’s in love with you. he’s too out of your league—

“you should talk to him.” sigewinne had reached up to pat your shoulder in an attempt to be reassuring. it didn’t quite work very well, but you appreciated the effort nonetheless, so you gave her an awkward smile.

and that’s what lead you to where you were now, currently chasing after wriothesley. luckily, after he noticed your presence he purposefully slowed down a little for you to catch up.

once you finally caught up to him, you let out a relieved exhale. “h…hey. I wanted to ask you something very important.” you confess shyly, feeling hesitant about what you were about to say next.

“oh?~ what could possibly be that important to you, to the point you seem to be in such a rush?” wriothesley smiles, back to his normal self that enjoyed teasing others and joking around after having seemingly calmed down from earlier. he crossed his arms, looking down at you in a way that made you swoon over him in your head.

“i.. was what sigewinne said earlier.. true?” your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke those words at last. you were oblivious to the way you looked so endearingly nervous— in wriothesley’s eyes at least. you fidgeted around as you anxiously waited for his response.

“…yes.” wriothesley admits quietly. for a brief moment, his vulnerable and true emotions were let out. but they were gone as quick as they came, his expression now unreadable as he tried his best to avoid your gaze. “I do talk about you to her a lot— in a good way, of course.” he elaborates.

“It’s only because of how much I.. hm. how should I put this… I’m going to be honest with you here.” there it was, the him that he hid behind playful words and teasing smirks. no longer was he trying to hide how he really felt about you.

“over time, I found myself growing feelings for you. I know it’s stupid and unlike me to be reluctant to tell you all of this, but since sigewinne blew my cover in a way… there’s no other choice besides to let it all out, is there?” he lets out an airy laugh, nonchalant even when admitting the things he was most unsure about.

you felt tears well up in your eyes at his confession, immediately wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. feelings of happiness from your feelings being reciprocated made your heart swell as you let out many tears of joy.

“woah there— go easy on me there, will ya?” wriothesley laughs, humming as he patted your back comfortingly as you sobbed into his chest from how happy you were at that moment.

“i-i can’t believe it… I’ve had a crush on you for a long time.. this doesn’t feel real at all..” you pulled away, wiping your tears away as you smiled at him, nearly seconds from crying again. you had half a mind to be embarrassed about being so pathetic in front of wriothesley, but you didn’t care. (for now) not when you just found out the intense love you held for him was mutual.

“then.. hopefully the date ill be taking you on right now will make it feel real.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wriothesley x reader

[gloomysarchive]

♡︎ Alphabet Soup Series ♡︎

abc headcanons || miles42 x black gn!reader

M} — move

he’d take so long to initially ask you out, but he’d do it romantically when he finally plucks up the courage. it's been hard for him to get close to someone ever since his dad died, so you'd have to be patient. he didn't know what to get you as a token of his affection. flowers? what if you were allergic? candy? What if you didn't like candy? So he went with something simple, something he did best; he gifted you a portrait he made of you. he played it off all cool like "it ain't even my best work fr" "i can do better than that, yk?" basically trying to prepare himself if you turned him down.

╰╴he's genuinely surprised when you don't reject him. he didn't show it, but he was happy as hell.

I} — interests

he wants to know what you like. he'll check out anything you put him on to, really. movies, shows, artists, books, etc. he'll listen to you rant and ramble about your interests, and he'll nod along, hanging onto every word like it's the most important thing he's ever been told — and he genuinely feels that way. he'll keep tabs on what you like, and give you updates like "oh i heard it's getting a second season", "i think that's getting an adaption, you tryna see it when it comes out?"

╰╴ also, if he sees anything remotely related to your interests, he'll buy it. he hates not knowing what to give people, which is another reason why he pays close attention to what you're into. he keeps all types of merch in his cart so he'll never run out of gift ideas.

L} — love

it'd take even longer for him to finally say "i love you". those three lil words carry a lot of weight to him, and he can't just be throwing them around like it's nothing. he wants to make sure he can trust you, if you're actually his and not just playing with him. once he does say it, tho, he'd be dramatic about it.

╰╴"I need to talk to you rq," "ok... what's up?"

he'd stare at you, silently, studying you for a bit as he tries to build up the courage. he'd take your hands in his, holding them tenderly. he'd give them a gentle squeeze — then, he'd say it.

╰╴♡︎ “Eres tan preciosa para mí. Te quiero...”

E} — emotions

he doesn't like being vulnerable; it takes a while for him to open up to you, but he eventually does, piece by piece. he'd tell you what he stresses about or his other hopes and dreams. he plans to get you and his mama away from all the chaos of the city.

╰╴and he's there for you just as much as you are for him. He listens patiently when you're ranting or venting about something that's bothering you. he waits until you're done talking and tries his best to calm you down after you get worked up and give you advice. other than “i should beat that bitch ass”, he gives really good advice.

S} — sleep

he INSISTS he never sleeps 🙄 he's always up at night doing his vigilante work, protecting what he loves (his city, his mama, you, ofc) but whenever does get the chance to get some rest in, it'd be with you. he'd stop by your place during one of his patrols, just to check on you. y'all would talk for a bit, just enjoying each other's company. then you'd notice how low and hazy his eyes are, and how he's dragging his words a bit.

╰╴"i got shit to do, I can't be tryna go to bed n shit," "i'm not sayin' go to bed, you can take a lil hour nap..." after going back and forth for a while he'd finally give in, with reluctance, flopping onto your bed. he's out almost immediately, clutching you tight as if someone would take you from him while he's asleep.

bear w me y'all I haven't written in a lil bit LMAO

#x black reader #across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles #miles morales headcannons #e!42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles g morales x reader #miles g morales #miles morales x black!reader #spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #alpahbet soup series #gloomy writes 🫀

[hendersister]

can't fight this feeling

summary: after steve helps you out of a bad situation, you finally admit your feelings for one another.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: can't fight this feeling by reo speedwagon

tw: attempted sexual assault

Tina’s parents are out of town again. She’s throwing one of her big summer house parties tonight. Partying isn’t really your scene but a few of your friends convinced you to go. You’re trying to get out of your shell a little more and try new things. Plus a lot of people you know from school are going to be there. 

One person you are hoping to see is Steve Harrington. You two have become close friends this summer working at Starcourt Mall. It’s always fun hanging out with Steve. You believe that you’re starting to develop real feelings for him. There’s an electricity between the two of you. You think that he might be feeling it too… 

When you and your friends arrive at Tina’s the party is already in full swing. You look around for Steve but see no sign of him. You decide to pour yourself a drink. When you step into the kitchen you see a cute guy standing by the punch bowl.

“Hey,” he smiles at you.

“Hi,” you smile back.

Right after you walk into the kitchen, Steve arrives at the party. As he walks into the house, he’s greeted by a few people he knows. Then Steve notices you from across the room. He raises his eyebrows. 

You’re in the kitchen talking to some guy. His name is Brad. You know that he goes to Hawkins High but have never spoken to him before tonight. Brad’s flirting with you but you don’t really know this guy so you’re treading lightly.

While talking to Brad, your eyes meet Steve’s. You nod to him.

“My friend just got here. I’m gonna go over and say hi,” you excuse yourself from the conversation.

You leave Brad in the kitchen to go talk to Steve. Steve scrunches his forehead as you approach him. 

“Hey!” you greet Steve with a smile, “How are you?”

“What are you doing here?” Steve questions you.

Your face drops. Steve looks more confused than happy to see you.

“I came with some of my friends,” you explain defensively. 

Steve nods. 

“Like do you not want me to be here or something?” you coolly challenge him.

“No! No, I was just surprised to see you, that's all,” Steve replies.

You shrug, rolling your eyes. You don’t know why Steve is acting so weird and don’t really want to get into it with him right now.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the bathroom. See you around…”

Before Steve even has the chance to respond, you walk away. Luckily there’s no line for the bathroom so you don’t have to wait. 

After you are finished in the bathroom, you open the door and the first thing you see is Brad. He’s blocking your way. 

“Excuse me.”

You try going around him but he pushes you back into the bathroom.

“Hey!”

Brad steps in the bathroom with you and closes the door. He corners you.

“No! Stop!”

You attempt to push Brad off but he’s a lot bigger than you. He easily overpowers you, shoving you against the wall. 

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Brad leans in, trying kissing you.

“Get off me!” 

You knee Brad in the groin and he keels over in pain. You quickly push him away from the door and get out of there.

Steve sees you rush out of the bathroom. You look really upset. Something is wrong. Steve goes over to you.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” 

Steve puts a supportive arm on your shoulder. You immediately flinch.

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” you breathe. 

You’re clearly not fine.

Steve notices Brad leaving the bathroom. He looks pissed. Steve puts the pieces together. 

“Wait! Did he do something to you?” Steve asks protectively.

You shake your head, avoiding eye contact with Steve.

“I just need to get out of here,” you dodge answering Steve’s question.

You see Brad walking towards you and you anxiously cross your arms against your chest. As Brad passes by you and Steve, he purposely bumps into you. He uses so much force that you stumble back and almost lose your footing. 

Steve’s eyes widen in anger. Without thinking, Steve aggressively shoves Brad down to the ground in retaliation. 

“What the hell is your problem, man?”

Steve stands over Brad and clenches his fist, readying himself for a fight. Then, from the corner of his eye, he sees you quietly slip out the door. 

“Shit,” Steve mutters to himself.

Instead of fighting Brad, he follows you outside.

“Y/N! Hey Y/N! Wait up!”

You keep going. Steve catches up to you.

“Are you okay?” he asks with concern.

“I’m fine. I just need to go home,” you sigh.

Steve nods.

“Ok. C’mon, let me drive you,” he offers.

You shake your head.

“You don’t have to. I can walk,” you tell him.

“Yeah I don’t have to, but I want to drive you. Please just let me take you home,” Steve tries.

You abruptly stop walking and turn to face Steve, giving him your full attention.

“Why do you care so much?” you ask him bluntly.

Steve is taken aback by your tone.

“Wh…what?” he stutters.

“Why do you care so much?” you repeat, “I mean seriously, what is your deal? Are you just looking out for me because I’m Dustin’s sister?”

“No. I care because we’re friends,” Steve sighs.

“Are we though? Are we just friends?” you continue confronting Steve.

“Y/N-” Steve begins before you interrupt him.

“Because you mean more to me than just friends. Honestly I feel like we kinda have this unspoken thing… and I’m tired of not talking about it,” you quietly admit.

Steve lets out a deep breath and slowly nods, taking in everything you just said.

“You’re right. We have an unspoken thing,” he replies, and then, “I don’t want to be just friends with you.”

You impulsively pull Steve towards you and kiss him, taking him by surprise. Steve kisses you back. He rests his hands on your face, keeping you close. After a minute, you both pull away to catch your breath.

“Hey, uh, do you want to get out of here?” Steve asks softly.

You nod.

“Let’s go.”

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[highnoonmiller]

The Good I’ll Do- Chapter I

WARNINGS: Smut,unprotect PIV (wrap it up folks) AFAB! READER, no use of YN, no descriptions of reader, mentions of alcohol, nicknames of baby, darlin, sweetheart, pretty girl, male receiving oral, female receiving oral.

Note: this is my first time ever writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s awkward! Also pls let me know if I didn’t tag something in the warnings ❤️

WORDS: 5.7K

“I mean I definitely think you should go! It will be a good opportunity to make friends! You can’t just hang out with me and Dan until you’re dead.” Olivia stabs at her salad. “I mean not that I wouldn’t WANT you to. I just think that it’s a good idea.”

Olivia has been your absolute best friend since 8th grade when she moved to your hometown after her dad got a new job. Her friend, Tommy Miller, is on leave from the Army for another week and decided to throw a New Year's Eve party. Once he had heard Olivia had recently moved to Austin he immediately invited her and in return, she asked if you could go. To which Tommy responded,

‘The more the merrier’.

“My whole life plan was to hang out with you and Dan till I died!!! You’re kinda ruining my life right now.” You joked back.

“I’m being serious. All you’ve done since we moved here in November is go to work and go home. I really think this will be good for you!! You used to complain all the time that when you were with Jack he never wanted you to go out, he never wanted you to do anything but go to work and go home. Now look at you! Doing exactly that.”

You know she’s right. You hate that she’s right but you know she is. You don’t know why you’ve been so timid about going to this party. It IS a good opportunity to meet people that aren’t your coworkers, Olivia, or her boyfriend Dan.

“I’m more than likely going but I will let you know for sure by the end of today okay?” You say with a sigh. Olivia is content enough with that answer and either way, your lunch break is over and it’s time to get back out there.

You sat down at your computer, wondering how you could have gotten so many emails in only 30 minutes. You cracked your knuckles and got to work on responding to them and completing the small project your boss had given you for the day. Only four more hours to go.

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The workday passed by relatively quickly. Before you knew it it was 5 o’clock and you were meeting Olivia at her car.

You try the door handle only to be met with a locked door and a smug-looking Olivia inside. She cracks the window slightly so you can hear her.

“I’m not letting you in until you give me an answer. Actually, I’m not letting you in if you don’t give me the answer I want.”

“Fine! I’m going! Are you happy? Now unlock the fucking door, you psycho.” You say with a small huff. She happily obliges, finally letting you into the car.

“See? That wasn’t hard now was it!”

You scrunch up your nose at her and stick out your tongue. You opt to turn up the music rather than respond to her.

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Joel is standing in his kitchen, emphasis on HIS kitchen. Tommy, who has just informed him that he wants to throw a New Year’s Eve party at his house, is really putting on the puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t know Tommy… I‘ve got Sarah to think about. I can’t just have a party because you want to.“ Joel swipes down his face in frustration.

“I already talked to Mama and she said she would LOVE to watch Sarah for the night.”

“And are you going to make the drive out to Mama's?” Joel says, cocking his eyebrow.

“If it means you're saying yes I will,” Tommy says with a grin plastered across his face.

“Fine!” Joel throws his hands in the air giving in to Tommy. “I’ve got a couple of ground rules. One: no more than 10 people… INCLUDING me and you, two: I want everyone gone by 2 AM, Three: you got to clean this whole fuckin’ place after.”

“Deal!” Tommy was so excited it was shocking he wasn’t jumping up and down. He knew Joel would eventually say yes. That is why he has already started inviting people.

“Don’t make me regret this, Tommy,” Joel says, pushing himself off the counter to go get his daughter, Sarah, up from her nap.

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It was finally the day of the party. You guys weren’t supposed to arrive at the Miller’s until 9 PM but with the way you and Olivia had a pension for being late, you probably wouldn’t pull up till closer to 9:30. What wasn't helping the situation was the fact that you had nothing to wear. Well, nothing is a bit of an exaggeration. You've tried on everything from dresses to skirts, to jeans and shirts. All of it is currently laid in a haphazard pile on your bedroom floor. None of it was right.

You had just put on a pair of jeans with a faded band t-shirt that your dad had given you years prior, a pair of black boots, and a gray flannel on top. You stood at the mirror, biting your lip trying to decide if you actually liked it or if you were just ready to throw in the towel and wear whatever. You were pulled from your thoughts by a small knock on your door.

“Damn girl it looks like a fuckin’ tornado has hit in here’ Olivia says in your doorway with a small laugh. She has on a decently similar outfit, baggy jeans with a white tank top and a baggy green cardigan on top. White sneakers on her feet. Her curly hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She always manages to make everything look effortlessly beautiful

“Shut up.” You quirk back. “I felt awful in everything I put on.” You run your fingers through your hair with a sigh.

“You look great. I’ll break up with Dan right now, don't try me.”

“You’ll do what?” Dan’s tall figure appears behind Olivia, seemingly out of nowhere, making her jump back in surprise.

“You heard me. I love her, she’s my wife, and you’re just my boyfriend”

“Ladies. Ladies, no need to argue about little old me.” You say, using your hand to fan yourself for dramatic effect.

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever you say,” Dan says. “So are we all just gonna stand here or are we actually going to get to the damn party?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m as ready as I'll ever be. Let me just grab my purse.”

You grab your purse and you three are off to Dan’s car. Dan makes a quip about you guys only being a measly 15 minutes late rather than 30. You’re nervous the entire 10-minute drive to the party. Maybe it’s the fact that you'll basically be in a room full of strangers, maybe it's because Olivia did not have an answer to literally any of the questions you had tried to bombard her with.

‘How many people are going to be there?’

‘No clue.’

‘You said it’s Tommy’s brother's house, does he even know I'm going?’

“I mean, that’s kinda on Tommy. And considering how grumpy Joel usually is, I'd assume Tommy told him.’

‘Wait what about-’ Olivia cuts you off

‘Girl you have GOT to chill. I promise it will be fine’

You guys pull into the driveway. It’s a cute house in the suburbs of Austin. Olivia knocks on the door which is immediately swung open by who you assume is Tommy Miller by the way he immediately pulls her into the biggest bear hug you’ve ever seen.

“Liv! Damn it's been too long” Tommy proclaims, letting her go.

“It really has been! I’ve missed you guys.” You and Dan stand awkwardly behind her on the porch, mainly waiting to be let inside. You need a fucking drink.

Tommy moves out of the way to let the three of you in. There's a small crowd of people already, mainly just sitting in the living room, talking amongst each other.

“This is Dan, my boyfriend,” Olivia says pointing to Dan. “And this is my best friend,” Olivia says, giving Tommy your name.

“Wow, nice to finally meet my replacement after all these years.” Tommy jokes to you, slapping your shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t worry I’ve been taking good care of her. Not that she needs it.” You joke back

“Drinks and food are over there in the kitchen and the bathroom is going to be just down the hall to your left,” Tommy says pointing at both places. You beeline straight for the kitchen, pulling a seltzer of some sort out of the cooler, and easily downing half of it.

“It’s not goin’ anywhere” The unfamiliar voice made you jump a little, looking in the direction it came from you saw who may have been the most handsome man you had ever seen. He’s tall, and broad, with a mop of dark brown hair on top of his head. He actually makes your brain malfunction for a second. Realizing that you’ve been staring at him wide-eyed for too long by the cock of his brow and slight smirk across his face.

“Yeah maybe not but it doesn’t do me any good just sitting in the can now does it?” You manage to snark back.

“True that. You must be Olivia’s friend. I’m Joel, Tommy’s brother.” Joel pushed himself off the counter and held out his hand for you to shake. In this moment you realize just how much he towered over you. You give him a quick handshake back and give him your name in return.

“Well, it was nice to meet you.” Joel grabbed himself a beer and headed out into the living room. You finished off your first drink and grabbed another. If your nerves weren’t shot to begin with they definitely are now.

You make your way into the living room, scanning around the room for Olivia. Once you find her, sitting on the floor by the coffee table, chatting with the other partygoers you plop down beside her.

After a couple of more drinks, you find yourself really happy that you came. Everyone was honestly really nice. The conversation seemed to flow among you guys easily. You, Tommy, and Olivia shared stories of all the trouble you had gotten into, effectively deciding that since Olivia was the common denominator she must have been the problem.

Joel and Dan were a part of a slightly heated card game off to the side of the living room. It was hard to not try to take peaks of Joel from the corner of your eye anytime you could. You also could have sworn he was sneaking glances at you but that could have been your delusion talking.

“Hey, I’m gonna step outside for a minute.” You poke Olivia to let her know where you’re going. It was feeling a bit hot, whether that be from the actual temperature of the house or the alcohol coursing through you.

You make your way out of the sliding glass doors and onto the porch, taking advantage of the cool Texas air. After a few moments alone outside you hear the sliding glass door open. You turn around to see Jole stepping out onto the porch.

“Just stepping out for a cigarette,” Joel says holding up his pack of Marlboro reds. He takes one out, bringing it up to his lips, taking his lighter to the butt, and inhaling the smoke. You never thought that something as simple as lighting a cigarette could be so fucking hot but Joel Miller is full of surprises.

You and Joel stand together in a comfortable silence, both of you leaning forward on the porch railing. You find yourself looking up at the night sky. The light pollution in the city of Austin is horrendous and further out into the suburbs, you can see so much more.

“It sure is pretty ain't it?” Joel says, his thick accent breaking the silence.

“Yeah, it's actually what I miss about being back home. I could step out into my backyard and see the sky just lit up with stars.” You tell Joel, still looking up.

“Man, this isn’t anything compared to what’s out at my mama's. My parents basically live out in the sticks so you can pretty much see every star in the sky on a good night.”

“I bet that's so beautiful.”

“It really is.” Joel agrees, putting out his cigarette, flicking the butt into the ashtray beside him. “Have you been enjoying yourself tonight?”

“I really have. I was a little nervous to come honestly. I haven’t gotten out of the house much since I moved out here.” You say, nervously twiddling with your hands.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that.”

You and Joel stand outside together for a little while longer. The two of you talk about everything from your jobs to family to sharing past funny stories. The conversation with Joel flows so easily, it never feels like there’s an awkward pause or that you had said the wrong thing. He laughs at your jokes and listens intently to every word you say. The way he stares at you, it seems like he’s trying to stare straight into your soul.

From inside the house, you can hear the count down from 10 begin.

“This may be too forward, and please forgive me if it is, but you might just be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Joel says closing the gap between you two.

“I don’t think it’s too forward at all.” You reply, feeling the blush spread across your face. He was so close you could fully inhale his scent. He had mentioned in your earlier conversation that he worked as a contractor for a small company here in Austin. He smelt like fresh pine, soap, and a dash of mint from the gum he had popped into his mouth after he had finished his cigarette.

It felt like you and Joel were at a stalemate, in a limbo of neither person taking the full plunge to the next step. No one moving forward and no one moving backward. It was only a few moments before the countdown finally reached one.

“Fuck it,” Joel stated, closing the gap between you two.

The second Joel’s lips touched yours you felt your body light on fire, wrapping your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you in even closer, molding your two bodies together. You feel the swipe on his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for access. You part your lips for him as his tongue begins to dance with yours, exploring the inside of your mouth, he nips lightly at your bottom lip with his teeth. Kissing Joel makes you feel lightheaded, he feels like he’s everywhere all at once. His large hands explore your back and down your arms. You card your hands through his hair, his hair is so much softer than you could have expected, you explore down the front of him, feeling the firmness of his chest and arms, no doubt forming from the physical labor he spends his days doing.

It feels like forever and not enough time at all when you two pull away. You take a few moments to look at each other, Joel’s hair is sticking up in every direction and you have a feeling that any makeup from your lips is long gone.

“God, you’re just so fucking beautiful…” Joel says, almost like it was a thought that he had let slip out. You can’t help but grin at his words.

“You’re not too bad yourself, cowboy.”

“Cowboy, huh? Darlin’ I don’t think I’ve done anything that would qualify me to be a cowboy in my life.” Joel smiled brightly back at you.

“Yeah well you’re handsome and tall and southern so that means you're a cowboy.” You quip back.

“Well coming from a mouth as pretty as yours I’d be happy to be called anything.” Joel’s eyes flicker down to your lips whilst his fingers softly brushed them. Your brain feels like it’s buzzing, you can’t even form a fully coherent thought, all you can think it’s ’Joel, Joel, Joel’. You want to scream his name like it’s your own personal mantra, you want him in a deep carnal way.

“Joel, fuckin’ kiss me again.” You say in almost a whisper like it was a secret only meant for him.

By god, he didn’t need to be told twice. He kisses you hungrily, his large hands molding into the small of your back, pushing you deeper into him, like he needs to feel you, to feel the weight of you against him. He moves his lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at all the right places, your hands have made a place in his hair once again, as you squeeze on the dark strands trying to stifle a moan. You feel Joel smirk against you.

“How much you wanna bet those pretty little panties you got on are soaked for me?” Joel moves away from your neck to whisper into the shell of your ear.

“How bad do you wanna find out?”

Joel popped his head up to look at you, his pupils looking fully blown with desire and a smirk across his face. Instead of saying anything back he pulls away from you fully, grabs your hand, opens the glass door, and the two of you hurriedly rush to the stairs trying to not be noticed by too many of the partygoers.

Joel’s lips are back on yours the second the door to his room shuts. It’s all teeth and tongue, he’s everywhere all at once again, exploring your mouth with his tongue, nipping and the plush of your bottom lip. His hands are pushing the flannel you have on off your shoulders and down your arms until it pools onto the floor. Your hands are under his navy blue t-shirt roaming the expanse of his chest and shoulders, he feels warm and sturdy. He begins to gather the material of your shirt and push it up and off your body, you break away for a moment, pulling the garment completely. Joel moves back to your neck, leaving small open-mouth kisses from the top of your neck, down to your shoulders and collarbone as his hands make quick work of the hooks of your black bra.

“Fucking hell.” He mumbles to himself now that your chest is fully exposed. You feel the blush creep across your face and his large rough hands ghost over your soft round chest. “You’re fuckin perfect”

He dips his head down and his lips attach to one of your pert nipples, swirling his tongue around as his other hand expertly pinches and twists your other nipple, making you throw your head back with a moan. He comes off your breast with a pop and stands back up fully. You look back up at him through your lashes and tug on the hem of his shirt, a hint of needing to see more of him, to feel more of him. He pulls off his shirt from the bottom, the way that men tend to do, like he’s unwrapping a present and you can’t wait to get your hands on him.

Once his shirt is fully off he’s walking you backwards towards his bed, mouth on yours whilst your hands dance around his new exposed skin, you want more, you need more of him. Your knees hit the side of his bed and you move up until you are fully lying back onto with Joel’s body slotted between your hips. You give an experimental roll of your hips over the large, hard bulge in his pants, needing the feeling of the friction it gives to your poor throbbing cunt.

Joel tips his head back and sighs. “Fuck darlin’, I need you.”

He looks back down at you for a moment before beginning to ghost small kisses down the expanse of your torso. You’ve never had a man take such time with you. It always felt like it was a race to their finish line, never really caring much about you, or how into you were. Every single touch Joel made had you feeling electric like he was worshiping you.

He kneels down, taking off each of your shoes, and throwing them somewhere in his room. He moves back up placing one small kiss on your stomach, above the waistband of your jeans. He pops the button and undoes the zipper, stopping for a moment to look at you, silently asking if this is okay. You give him a nod and that was all the permission he needed as his hands bring down your jeans and panties for him in one moment, tossing them into the unknown with every other garment you had on when you entered his room.

You were bare and on full display for him, cunt glistening and throbbing with need. His fingers ghost along your outer lips, teasingly and you shudder at his touch. He kneels back down on the floor, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He peppers more open-mouth kisses along your bare thighs, they are sporadic, never fully reaching the place where you need him most. Your breath is labored with anticipation. His fingers lightly graze through your folds as he looks back up to you.

“You’re fuckin soaked baby. Is this all for me? I knew it would be. I knew you had just soaked right through them little panties.” Joel says, his voice low and rough, as his fingers finally apply more pressure to your clit. The pads of his fingers make tight circles.

You feel the moan rip through your chest, having no regard for the room full of people just downstairs. “Fuck. Yes, Joel. It’s all for you. Please.”

“Please what baby? Tell me what you need.” He asked, dipping his fingertip into your cunt, not enough to give you what you need but enough to tease you.

“Fuck Joel, need your fingers, your mouth, need you. Please, need you.” It comes out frantic and needy but you don’t care. You’d say whatever he wanted to hear if it meant he would give you what you so desperately wanted.

“See pretty girl? All you had to do was ask.”

Then his lips are attached to your bundle of nerves, as he glides two fingers into your needy hole. It was everything all at once, sending a shock through you arch your back up with a moan. Joel’s other hand sneaks on top to hold your wiggling hips in place. His fingers set a brutal place whilst his mouth switches from sucking to licking. He has you so close to the edge so quickly that it’s almost embarrassing. He can feel you flutter around his fingers. His mouth pulls off from your cunt and he mumbles,

“You taste so fuckin sweet baby, so fuckin sweet. I need you to come, need you to soak my face.” His fingers are still expertly pounding in and out of you.

He attaches his mouth back to your clit, sucking and giving the bundles of nerves a swirl of his tongue. The build-up of everything from before, his words, the teasing touches, the way he was eating you out like a man starved was enough to have the coil that had wound up so tightly in your stomach snap.

“Fuck Joel! I’m-“ You threw your head back completely with a moan. Your whole body goes hot and your vision goes white. It was so intense, you don’t think a man has ever made you cum, and especially not like that. Joel slows down his finger movements, fucking you through it with praises of ‘just like that pretty girl’ and ‘fuck baby I got you’.

When you finally come down enough to open your eyes back up. You see Joel above you, fingers hovering over your mouth, offering you a taste of your own arousal. You part your mouth as he slips his fingers inside, swirling your tongue around. He lets out a moan at the sight.

“You dirty fuckin girl.”

You give him a light push off of you until his feet are fully planted on the floor and you slip off his bed and onto your knees.

“Darlin’ you don’t have“ Joel begins but you cut him off.

“I want to.” You say definitely. Your hands ghost over his bulge, you could tell from the way he was pressed against you earlier that he was large but when your hands come up to undo his belt, popping the button, undoing the zipper, and pulling down his jeans and black boxers till his cock sprung free, he was definitely bigger than you anticipated. You wrapped your hands around his shaft, giving it a few experimental pumps, as the precome leaked out of his red and angry tip. He felt hard and heavy in your hand and as much as you wanted to tease him in the ways he teased you, you needed him in your mouth. You need to know what he tasted like, you needed to know what he sounded like as you gagged on his cock.

You lean forward, wrapping your lips around the tip, whilst your hand still pumps the rest of his shaft. He tastes slightly salty from the precome that leaks onto your tongue. His hands find place in your hair, gathering the strands into a makeshift ponytail, as you push him deeper into your mouth. You curl your tongue into the underside of his shaft, as he lets out a deep moan bucking his hips into your mouth.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Just like that. You’re doing so good for me.” He rags out breathlessly.

You moan around him. Your cunt throbbing from his praise, as you begin to work down on him more, taking his heavy balls into your hands and lightly squeezing and pulling them. You can feel the drool coming off your bottom lip as you take him deeper, your throat constricting as you gag on his cock. You come up gasping for air, looking up at him as you pump him. His chest is heaving and his eyes are fixated on you. His stare is intense as you smile at him. He pulls you up off the floor and throws you back onto his bed. You land with a bounce, on your back, legs spread and ready for him.

He begins to rummage through his nightside drawer frantically. You see his shoulders physically drop with disappointment.

“It’s um- it’s been a while and I don’t have a condom. I can go downstairs and ask Tommy but-“ he says, you can feel the disappointment radiating off of him.

“I’m on the pill… and I’m clean. So if you are and you’re fine with it, so am I.” It was probably stupid. It was actually definitely stupid to let this man you met tonight fuck you raw but fuck it. You need his cock in you like yesterday.

“Oh, baby I am more than fine with it.” And with that, Joel fully strips himself down and places himself on top of you.

He’s running the thick head of his cock through your fold, making you whimper. He dips just the head in before retreating out and back through your folds. It’s driving you fucking insane, every last bit of patience evaporating from your body.

“Joel, please.” You say, the words coming out more whiny than you intended.

“Please what darlin'? You know all you gotta do is ask, pretty girl.”

“Fuck Joel, please. Please fuck me.”

And with that, Joel slowly pushes himself into you. He bottoms out with a moan. You feel so fucking full, so fucking full of him. All of your senses are surrounded by Joel Miller.

“You’re so fuckin right darlin’. Gimme a second” He takes a moment to regain his composure as you rake your fingers down his back.

His pace starts slow and deep. You can feel every single time his thick cock kisses the tip of your cervix. It feels so good you need him to fuck you harder, faster, you need more.

“Joel please-“ you let out a moan as his cock punches into you one more time. “Fuck, need more, need harder.”

“My pretty little girl needs more?” He says drilling into you at a faster pace now. Your brain malfunctions and all you can do is moan back in response.

He’s drilling into you so fast and hard now that you feel your entire body bounce. You can feel yourself almost to the edge and Joel can feel it too.

“You’re so close aren’t you baby? Tell me what you need. Want you to fuckin’ soak my cock.” Joel says lowly, dipping his head down to the shell of your ear.

“Need- need you to touch me. Please fucking touch me”

“Good girl, you have such good manners.”

Joel shifts all his weight onto one hand whilst the other comes down to rub tight circles on your clit. You scream out at his touch, nails digging hard into his back. A few more thrusts and you feel yourself snap as you come around him. He slows down, fucking you through your second orgasm of the night. He pulls out completely when you come down, making you whine at the loss of him.

“Hands and knees baby.” He says, helping you move into position.

His hands run over the swell of your ass and the arch of your back. He lets out a shuttered breath at the sight of you, face down, ass up. He drags his cock through your folds once more before fully dipping himself in. He somehow feels even bigger like this. You feel yourself gush around him as he sets a brutal pace again, pounding into you.

“I ain’t gonna last much longer, pretty girl. Where do you want it?” He moans out.

“Inside. Inside please, need to feel you, need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck- fuck baby. Yeah? Need me to fill you up? Want to feel me dripping out that pretty little cunt?”

“Please-“ you let out another moan as he hits your spot once again. “Need it. Need it so bad”

“Come with me, baby.” He reaches his hand down back to your clit, you still feel so sensitive from the orgasm you had just moments before.

“Can’t.” Is all you manage to choke out

“Yes, you can. I know you can, be a good girl and soak my fuckin cock again.”

You feel your body go hot and tears prick at the corner of your eyes. It’s all almost too much. Joel’s thrust gets sloppier as you snap for the third time tonight, feeling your body physically shake from the pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Joel is only a few moments behind you, thrusting deep inside you as you feel his cock pulsate as he fills you with come.

He fully takes himself out of you as you relax into the mattress. He lays on top of you for a moment, catching his breath.

“You good?” He asks sincerely.

All you can manage is a mhm. He has thoroughly fucked you stupid. He lets out a small laugh before getting up and making his way into the bathroom. A few moments later he brings out a warm rag and wipes you clean.

“I’m gonna go downstairs, see who’s all left, and get us some water. Feel free to use the bathroom, I have some clothes in the drawer if ya need it.” He tells you, pulling on a new pair of boxers and sweatpants from his laundry pile. He finds his shirt from early and throws in one before heading downstairs.

You roll over to check the time on the digital alarm clock on his bedside table to see it reads 3 AM. You slip into the bathroom to pee and wash the makeup from your face the best you can with the bar of soap he has sitting on his sink. You go back into his room, rummaging through his drawers to find a pair of boxers and an oversized Texans t-shirt.

You find your jeans and pick your phone up out of the back pocket to see you have a plethora of missed texts from Olivia.

Liv: girl I know you didn’t go upstairs with Joel ;)

Liv: have fun! Be safe! Use a condom!

Too late for that.

Liv: we ended up having to leave :( didn’t think you two would be up there for that long ;) call me if you need a ride back!

You sent her a quick text that you were good, you figured if anything you could just awkwardly ask for Joel to take you home, and that you would give her all the details later.

Joel comes back in holding two water bottles for you and him, which you take gratefully.

“Everyone’s left. Tommy is completely passed out on the couch. The hangover he’s going to get tomorrow..” Joel tells you.

“Yeah… Olivia and Dan were kinda my ride.” You told him sheepishly.

“Oh-“ Joel started, you felt your heart sink to your stomach before he continued. “I mean I can definitely take you home darlin’ but, you’re more than welcome to spend the night.”

You felt your heart go back into place and flutter. Fuck he was really nice.

“I’d like that.” You tell him with a smile.

You two make your way into his bed. His light blue sheets surround you. You’re on your side as he spoons himself close to you. You didn’t even realize how tired you were till your head hit the pillow and your eyes got heavy. The last thing you remember is Joel kissing the top of your head with a ‘goodnight’ and him mumbling something about how you looked better in his clothes.

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[octuscle]

Hey support. Quick question. Lately this group of guys on campus has been gravitating toward me in a kinda weird way. They’re super preppy guys: polo shirts, cologne, pressed khakis, conservative haircuts, that whole sort of thing. They’re really nice and honestly very handsome—prettyboy faces with some nicely toned muscle—but, frankly, the way they all talk the same, always hang out together, and have the same (properly preppy) interests kind of freaks me out. They’re like pod people. Idk why they’ve taken such a curiosity in me: I’ve never been very preppy or stylish at all. Anyway, they invited me over to their dorm tomorrow, but I saw one of them carrying a chronoviac…any idea what I should expect if I go? Should I go?

Well… In my opinion, you should definitely go there. From what I see in my files, these guys are virtuosos in the use of the Chronivac. You can look forward to the results.

You put on your clothes that are most likely to pass for "preppy". You comb your hair. And go on your way. Another student is waiting in front of the house. Similar appearance as you. Pretty average. Quite preppy. But could just as easily pass for a member of the chess team. The door opens and an immaculately dressed frat guy invites you in and leads you into a library. There are two tables, each with an iPad on it. You may sit down. There would now be a small entrance test for the fraternity. If you pass, you will become probationary preppies. Otherwise you will leave the dorm and will not get a chance to repeat the test.

Hey, you think to yourself, that's great. So, worst case scenario, nothing happens. Let's do it.

The test only takes a few minutes. You are to enter for four abbreviations what they stand for. Please use the iPads for this. You and the other candidate look at each other, shake hands and take your seats. The first abbreviation is BMW. Fuck! "Bavaria" and " Motors" is what you guess. But W? Ways? Your tutor congratulates your competitor. Yes, it stands for "Bayerische Motoren Werke". You look enviously at your opponent's iPad. Did he already have manicured fingers? You look at your hands. Okay, the nails aren't exactly clean. And you have quite a few horny calluses.

The next question is what "bt" means on an invitation. You have no idea… You've never read it. You write beer time. Fits BMW somehow. The tutor congratulates the other guy again. The solution was "black tie". Who should know something like that? The idiot grins over his clean-shaven face. You're itching your three-day beard. Shit, now you have to try harder!.

Now they ask for LVMH. What the hell? LVMH? Might have something to do with the British king. Long Vita Majesty Highness? Shit, time's up. Of course the other guy knew it stood for Louis Vuitton Moët Hennessy. You don't even know what that means. You scratch your tousled hair. Your opponent, grinning, corrects a less-than-perfect strand of his slicked hair.

We come to the last question. Your last chance not to make a total fool of yourself. But you're getting tired of these stuffy wimps. What does Snob stand for? Hehehe! That's a trick question. Snob is not an abbreviation at all. You write that down. To learn that it stands for sine nobilitas. Fuck!

A few other preppies enter the room and ask your opponent to come along. He puts on his expensive looking jacket, nods at you once more and turns around.

Your tutor says he's sorry, but unfortunately you have no chance of being accepted into the frat. You scratch your hairy six-pack and are relieved. You'd rather be throwing some balls with the other guys anyway.

"Nah worries, bruh. It's been fun. See you on campus" you reply, grabbing your glove and ball and you head out of this boring house.

#male tf #muscle tf #chronivac #reality change #tank top

[crushedsweets]

Who are the people that Toby likes the most?

Natalie, Jack, and Ben!

Toby has known Natalie for about 5 years, and Jack for 4, and Ben for 3. ok now im gonna do long ass headcanons for their relationships bc im just soooooooo silly . .

toby and natalie knew eachother when they were at the height of like.. using murder as a relief/power trip. it was a really sick and fucked up thing to bond over, and it wasnt something either of them took lightly or as a joke. but it was something they did talk about, moreso 'let me tell you about my night' and they'd kinda just allude to the murder part of it. eventually, natalie stopped killing as much (and stuck strictly to freak weirdo men at bars/clubs who try taking advantage of ppl). toby doesn't have the luxury to stop bc he only did it when the situation/order calls for it.

they usually just lounge around together. watch trash reality tv, natalie was ashamed of her art for a while but toby loves getting her to show him her stuff. toby taught her how to axe throw and cut down trees. he helped fix up the barn she stays in so it's actually livable. he even got brian to help with shit like insulation cuz theres no heat/ac in it. sometimes he does her hair if shes having an awful night. she never had someone to brush her hair growing up, having no mother/sister/girl friends, and finds it to be insanely fucking relaxing. lulls her to sleep so quick. it reminds toby of lyra and he cried one time after she fell asleep from it. she never found out about it.

toby was the first proxy to be nice to jack. not that tim and brian were horrible to jack (only after he was . . 'tamed' i guess). but toby was the first one to like, bring him things, talk to him, actually attempt bonding. if tobys feeling lonely and natalies not in the mood to entertain, jack was almost always welcoming. ok maybe not welcoming in the like :) hiiii toby. way. but in the. 'ok yea whatever come in i guess' way.

jack used to cook a lot before he was sacrificed. now he doesnt have the same taste buds, and while he can eat human food, its all pretty bland to him. best he can enjoy is insanely spicy stuff, and thats more sensation rather than flavor. BUT TOBY. that fucking dude can EAT. he's brought like a fat steak and veggies and rice and random shit to jacks and asked him to make him dinner. and oddly enough jack was willing to do it. toby continued to do that stuff. jack didnt know about tobys CIPA for a while and was baffled when this white boy from rural colorado could actually handle the spice anytime jack made south asian food LOL.. ("how much spice do you want" "i dont care make it as spicy as you like" "toby are you sure of this" "yeah i can take it").

of the 3, toby is the least close to ben. mostly bc ben is best fucking friends w jeff and toby doesnt like jeff very much(who does?). plus toby figured ben was like a kid and wasnt exactly crazy about being besties with a 12 yr old. But then ben played some video games with him. ben doesnt really Act like an. ipad fortnite tiktok middle shcool type of kid so toby was like Oh he's cool i guess.!

they dont have much in common at all tbh, didnt have similar childhoods and toby didnt play many video games growing up. BUT toby finds so much joy in just having a fucking boyish childish fun stupid relationship where he could play video games and talk shit and eat like crap with yk. they have a very brotherly friendship and it's kinda weird for toby being on the big sibling side of something, but he's fond of it. they get into petty arguments about stupid shit, and went a while without talking bc toby punched jeff and jeff was bitching like 'uumm dont hang out with that prick' and ben was like lmfao ok. toby didnt even realize ben wasnt talking to him tho. . ("hey sorry i was avoiding u jeff was bitching" "u were avoiding me ?????")

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[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor Pt. 4

part 4

word count: 1k+

[Previous]

C/W: Some suggestive language.

Sleep seemed to invade you as you tossed and turned in bed. Your mind kept mulling over the whole evening: from Megumi mentioning hiding in the very house you were living in -hiding from so-called bad guys no less- and the excessive money Toji had handed you. Not that you thought him to be broke. His house was nice and the sleek black car he drove definitely wasn't used. But to offer up that much for that short of time 'babysitting," didn't settle right with you.

You now have more questions as you sit at the kitchen table the next morning, coffee in one hand, the stack of money in the other, fingering the crisp bills. You can't accept this much. Finding courage, you throw on a pair of shoes and make your way to Toji front door.

Immediately after knocking you regret coming, but before you can run away the door opens, revealing toji, wearing low-hanging grey sweatpants and no shirt. You swallow the drool that threatens to fall from your lips as your eyes roam over the hard planes of his body. The cut abs, the thick strip of hair starting below his navel - and if it was any indication by the generous outline in his pants- led to a place you would greedily like to explore.

"Enjoying the view, y/n?" Toji purrs sleep still heavy in his voice. You've clearly been caught.

You shake the naughty thoughts out of your mind, the dampness that now makes a presence between your legs. "I need to talk."

Before he can respond a car pulls up to the curb behind you. You turn at the engine approaching and see a black sedan with blacked-out windows. No indication of who was in it.

"Get inside," Toji murmurs, grabbing your arm and tugging you through the door. He continues to stand in the doorway, staring down at whoever might be in the vehicle. Your heart hammers in your chest.

The car revs the engine once as though it's taunting Toji to come forward. He remains standing in place, not backing down. The car gives a final revv before pulling back out onto the street. Finally, Toji closes the door, throwing the lock and turning back to you.

"Who was that?" you ask, breathless.

"Oh, probably an angry ex." He shrugs, his voice once again cocky as if he wasn't just staring murderously at a suspicious vehicle.

You watch him incredulously as he passes by and walks into the living room. "For real, who was that?"

"Who knows," he responds easily. "So what did you want to talk about." You follow and find him throwing a T-shirt on. Well, at least that distraction is gone. But you're thrown off by the quick change in conversation. If he's not worried, you guess you shouldn't be either.

"This," you take the stack of money out of your pocket, "I can't accept this much money."

He sighs, sitting on the couch and throwing his head back, "You're still fussing about that?"

"No? I mean, yeah. It's too much and I feel guilty---"

"What? You think I'm some broke single father or something?" he cuts you off.

Heat rushes up your face. "No, of course not."

"You sure, because it's kind of insulting that you're trying to give back the money I gave you. Most people would say thanks and be grateful."

"NO! It's not that at all, Toji," you stammer. This was a mistake.

"I want you to have it," he says. "You're grandmother would want you to take it."

"What do you know about what my grandmother would want?" you snap. How dare he bring your dead grandmother into this.

He laughs, shaking his head. "Oh, if you only knew."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Darling, your grandmother loved you dearly. But, there's a lot you don't know about her." he drawls, standing up from the couch and slowly approaching you.

"Fuck you!" you spit at him, trying not to yell in case Megumi is awake. You whip around and head for the door. Before you open the door, you turn back to face him.

"Why did Megumi have to hide at my grandmother's house?" you ask.

A muscle twitches in his jaw, clearly thrown off by the question.

"Yeah, he told me. Said you dropped him off there to hide while you went to work---"

"Kids got a big imagination. He stayed there a few days while I went on a business trip." he quickly throws back.

"He said he was hiding from bad guys."

"He's a young kid who watches too many action movies," he sighs, walking towards you again.

"And what kind of person has money IN STACKS" you wave the money in his face.

"I keep things neat," he's so close to you that you feel the heat coming off his body. You can't look him in the face. One because his tall frame would have you craning your neck. Two because you felt like you were in the presence of a predator and the only way to avoid being attacked was to avoid eye contact.

You turn quickly, opening the door. But before it can open even an inch, Toji reaches forward, closing it quickly. You're left facing the wood door, his looming presence behind you.

"Look at me," he says, putting a hand on your shoulder and turning you to face him. You will your eyes to look up at him. Instead of the animalistic fury you expect, you find his eyes soft, almost pleading with you to hear him out.

"I wasn't meaning anything bad, you know." His hand traces down your arms briefly.

"Then what did you mean?" you ask.

He sighed, knotting his brows. "It's not my place to tell you."

"Tell me what?" you're practically begging for any small bit of information he might have.

"Look, for what it's worth. Your grandmother loved you dearly that's all that should matter." he shrugs.

"Are you crazy or something? You're acting like you knew my grandmother more than me. You barely knew each other," you poke your finger to his chest before turning to the door and flinging it open.

You storm off the front porch not daring to look back even though you can feel rather than see Toji leaving against the door frame.

"Whatever you say, il mio agnellino"

You stop, frozen in place by his words. No, he did not just say that. Shaking your head and without giving him the satisfaction of turning around to take the bait, you march back to your house. Once inside, you lock the door, lean back against it, and slide to the floor, overcome with exhaustion, grief, and…fear. What you were scared of you couldn't really tell. All you can hear is Toji purring those three words. Words that were sacred to you. Words that he was somehow had been privy to. Il mio Angellino. You haven't heard those words since before your grandmother's death. Since the last time you saw her. Her nickname for you.

My tiny lamb

A/n sorry this was so long I don't even know if people are reading this or liking it but it's been fun writing.

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[giannasturn]

༊*·˚ the cut that always bleeds.. 🩸🩹 M.S

W A R N I N G S: angst, situationship, sex, alcohol, smoking, kinda toxic Matt?, fighting, swearing, no happy ending

S U M M A R Y: friends with benefits with Matt turns into the biggest heartbreak you’ve ever experienced when you catch feelings but he doesn’t.

THIS IS MY WORK, MY IDEA, NO STEALING !!

4 months ago..

“that was fucking amazing” Matt, your best friends brother says. “Yeah it was” you say.

It just kept happening, you would find yourself in his bed almost every night, and you would find yourselves hooking up at every party you showed up to together.

One night, after you guys had hooked up, he asked you if you wanted to be “friends with benefits” you agreed, with no strings attached and the cycle just kept repeating.

Now..

Matt cleans you up with the rag that was already laying on his floor from yesterday, “I think I’m gonna go” you say, as he stands up and throws the rag in the laundry.

“Why?” He asks. Deep down in your head you know why. You cannot lay on his chest while he plays with your hair again, you cannot go on another late drive to get food and have a deep talk together again, you just can’t.

Your heart falls in love with him a little more every time you spend time with him, “i just need to leave” you say.

“Well okay, bye y/n.” He says while kissing your cheek.

You let out a quick “bye” while tying on your shoes and heading out the door.

You get in your car and start heading towards your apartment which you shared with your best friend Ava.

Ava was the only one who knew about your feelings for Matt, and it was gonna stay that way. Right..?

🎶 I can’t be your lover on a leash, every other week when you please. 🎶

“I just can’t do it anymore Ava” you say while eating ice cream sitting on your shared couch. “I wanted nothing more but to just hold him and kiss him but I know if I would, it would just kill me even more.”

“You have to let him go” Ava says, “no no, I can get over these stupid feelings I know I can.” “I just can’t let him go” you say.

You feel a buzz in the pocket of your baggy sweatpants, you grab your phone to see it’s Matt.

“You have to ignore him girl” Ava says. “I know” you say.

No matter how much it pained you you know Ava is right. So you do just that, you ignore him.

Next thing you know you hear your phone start buzzing again, this time Matt is calling you.

You cant help yourself so you pick up.

“Hello?” Matt says with a confused tone in his voice

“Hey” you say.

“Why didn’t you answer my text?” Matt says, sounding almost concerned.

“I just didn’t, why do you care so much” I say.

I dont wanna be rude, but if I wasn’t then I know I would end up just acting like his little side hoe again, and I couldn’t keep doing that.

“Wow someone’s grouchy” he says.

“Matt what do you want, why did you call”

“Why are you getting so upset with me?” Matt says.

“Did I do something”

“Matt just leave me alone.” I say while hanging up.

- - -

🎶 cause you keep me on a rope, and tied a noose around my throat. 🎶

Fuck me. I think to myself, as I stand in this random persons house, at a party I was invited too last minute.

“Cmonnn, you gotta loosen up a bit” Madi says. I know she’s right, but all I wanna do is look for Matt and lay on his chest while his soft gentle fingers run through my hair.

“Maybe you could find someone else to hook up with even” Ava says. “Okay..fineee” I say.

While glancing around the room trying to find someone at least a little attractive, I see Matt with a random blonde tracing his tattoos and giving him “fuck me” eyes.

I move my eyes down a little bit and see his hand on her ass. Fuck, I think to myself.

As the tears start forming at my eyes, I feel my chest start to tighten.

I run through the crowd trying not to make it obvious that I’m upset, until I find a door and open it, only to find 2 random people fucking each other. “Sorry!” I say while storming out.

I find another door and open it, thank god nobody’s in this one. My back hits the door and I slide down it while heavy sobs escape my mouth.

I hear a knock at the door, “hey y/n you in there?” I hear from a familiar voice, Matt’s voice.

I try to stay silent but then once I feel the door push my back foward, I realize that I forgot to lock the door.

“What’s wrong, baby?” The words escape his mouth so easily, yet effect me so much.

“I’m fine, Matt really just leave me alone” I say.

“No, what is wrong? It’s obvious I did something.” He says.

I’m in love with you Matt. I wanna say, but of course, I don’t.

“Did you not fin- fuck y/n you didn’t finish did you.” He says.

“Oh my god Matt yes I fucking finished dumbass” I say.

“I think you just need to loosen up” he says, picking me off the ground gently

Before I know it, he turns me around an slams me against the door

He slowly lifts up my dress with his hands, and moves my underwear to the side.

Without a warning, he inserts 2 fingers into me. “Fuck matt” I say.

“Now.. you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He says.

“It’s nothing I’m just going through a tough time right now” I say, breathing heavily and trying not to moan.

- - -

🎶you know what your doing when your coming back, and I don’t wanna have another heart attack🎶

He puts my clothing back on, kissing all over my body. “So pretty” he says. “And your all mine” he says. Killing me

“fuck I love you” he says. Killing me.

I agree to go back to his house and hangout for a bit. I knew I shouldn’t, but at the end of the day he is also my best friend and I just missed it.

“you know, i enjoy fucking, but I also just enjoy your presence and hanging out with you.” He says while rubbing my thigh. Killing me.

“Yeah me too” I say. “Then why have you been so distant?” He says. I know I shouldn’t admit anything, but maybe he deserves to know something at least.

“Well when we were at the party earlier, and I saw your hand on that girls ass” “I kinda got upset and I-“ I say before he cuts me off

“Y/n, we never agreed to not seeing other people.” “We are just friends with benefits right?” He says.

“Right.” I say. Killing me

- - -

🎶 but even though your killing me, yeah 🎶

Everything he is doing is killing me. The kisses and praises he leaves all over my body after sex killed me.

Every time I seen him go on a date, or dancing with another girl at a party killed me.

But most importantly, every time he has to remind me that we are just friends kills me.

I know this is not good, I know leaving his house bawling my eyes out was not good for me.

Everyone tells me I need to tell him. My therapist, my friends, even his brothers, which now know about my feelings because I mean come on it’s pretty obvious.

It could be the fact that it’s midnight, or the fact that that I smoked 2 j’s, but i think its time to tell him.

I get into my car, put some music on and before I can think I start driving.

- - -

I arrive at his door, and immediately knock. Nick & Chris don’t stay up that late but Matt does so Matt answers the door.

“Hey y/n, you didn’t tell me you were coming”

“I know” I say. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah sure” he says. Opening the door wider for me to come in.

We arrive to his room, and the tension is high. He can tell something’s off, and my heart is pounding out of my chest.

“Y/n what the fuck is wrong?” “You ignore me, and then we have sex and you don’t let me even hold you!”

“I don’t fucking understand, you say your going through a tough time but you don’t tell me anything!” He says.

“Matt it’s cause I’m fucking in love with you.” I say.

…. The silence is a unbearable amount of loud and the air becomes even more tense if that’s possible

“Every time you kiss me it kills me because I know we won’t ever be able to do that without fucking.”

“Every time you hold me, it kills me because I know your just doing it because you just nearly took my ability to walk away.”

“Every time you call me yours it kills me because I know that I’m not, and I never will be”

“I thought maybe if I ignored you it would get better and these feelings would pass but the more I ignored you the more it hurt and I couldn’t take it anymore” I say.

“I can’t just fucking be your lover when you want me to be, and then see you eye fucking a ton of other girls at parties” I say

“You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve me. I caught feelings and this is all my fault.”

“But I also don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve to feel like I’m getting stabbed anytime I come near you.” I say while leaving his room and slamming the door on my way out.

My chest feels tighter then it ever has, but I also somehow feel relieved. I finally let it out, I don’t feel so locked up anymore.

I run out of the house ignoring all of the “y/n wait!” “Y/n comeback” s that come out of his mouth.

- - -

🎶 beat my heart to black and blue 🎶

When I arrive home, I walk in sobbing and Immediately drop to the floor.

“Oh my god y/n what happened” Ava says.

I am on the verge of passing out, everything around me is tuned out and my eyes are blurry, quite frankly I don’t know how I survived the drive home. I felt light headed and like I was about to puke.

“Y/n stay with me, everything’s going to be okay” Ava says.

- - -

Everything from that night is a blur. I know what happened and I know what I did, but all the details are erased from my brain.

My room reeks of alcohol, weed, and just disgustingness considering I haven’t cleaned my room, nor got out of my bed for 4 days.

I haven’t gotten any messages from Matt, he hasn’t came here, he’s just gone.

There’s been music blaring in my room for 3 hours straight, the songs going from sad, to chill, to hype music where I start convincing myself I’m over it until it turns back into sad music again.

“The cut that always bleeds” by Conan Grey turns on, and I immediately turn it all the way up.

This song can explain me and Matt’s relationship more then I can, and I can’t listen to it without bawling my eyes out.

“Oooh, oooh, but even though your killing me” I sing while my head lays back on my headboard

Tears start streaming down my face, Matt’s shirt I haven’t token off for 4 days getting soaked from my tears.

“I need you like the air I breath”

“I need, I need you more than me.”

No matter how much I don’t wanna admit it, I need Matt more then anything. I need his hands rubbing all over me, i need his lips against mine, I need our hands interlinked. I need him………

…. The end.

A/N, this is my 2nd fic ever, I think this fic is way better then my 1st one, but I still don’t know if I would consider it good, anywho I love the cut that always bleeds but I can’t listen to it without crying so I thought why not make a fic about it!! I love angst and couldn’t wait to write it so I did just that. Hope you enjoyed!! 😋😋

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[theghostbunnie]

A concept I was yapping about in a server a few months ago I think I should share here copy n paste style bc I kinda cooked w it

Nurf thinking him and Ered were good friends but Ered veiwing him with the same closeness she views the rest of the campbell kids like "yeah we're all friends" but he's like but I thought *we* were friends together, like Nerris and Harrison and Preston? Like Max Nikki and Neil? Like -

"Dude you're just listing parties of three,"

"I'm listing people who were *closer* Ered"

And she's just secretly awkward like wtf do you want from me? What do you want me to say? You were..a different kind of annoying than the rest sometimes, maybe less? Constantly trying to challenge me to bets n shit was atleast entertaining?? I'm not gonna poor my heart out to you just because you ask me to. Wanna go have therapy in the open woods for children to laugh at??? Wanna make a big blow out scene??

But she doesn't actually SAY any of that she just thinks it and gives him absolutely nothing to work with and Nurf just feels more alone than before, literally all he wants is a friend and the one he thought he had apparently didn't view him to the same extent and it makes him feel so shitty.

And maybe he could chalk it up to "Ered's just like that" but if I may be really silly and say in this concept she's become friends with Tyrone n Mitchell already Nurf just feels straight up *replaced* and takes it out on those two FREQUENTLY keeping his real feelings as to why he's being a dick a secret for once.

He goes to punch somebody else and it's a whole monologue first how this is bc of his dadBut he just *insults* these guys and doesn't even laugh at his own words like he usually does after.

And it doesn't even!!!!! Effect them!!! And it pisses him off worse!!! Even using the most petty tactic he still can't get any of them to hurt like he does and it's so frustrating.

Mitchell n Tyrone (I'm picturing this was a years worth ongoing problem or they were already in a HS AU)) pick up on something being off and finally get Ered to give some information and like girl no wonder the guy has been a total angry piss baby I'd feel terrible too if the one person who was the most regularly talking to me and sitting with me all summer only saw me just as important or lack there of as everyone else.

"You're saying it like I hate him, I don't, but I am getting irritated with this whole thing.. I'm not gonna start being MORE of his friend because he's throwing a fit"

Tyrone's like "but he's really not..? He's been leaving you alone now if you hadn't noticed, and mostly just saying the odd insult to us."

Mitchell: "You don't have to be his friend if you don't want to be that's your right."

Ered: "THANK you. Finally someone says it."

Mitchell: "But he gave you *his* friendship for a very long time and you did sort of spit on it. There's kind of a obvious reason he respected you enough to never make you a target"

"Because I'm technically top dog and he's two notches away from bottom dog, socially atleast."

"Because he *cherished your companionship,* Ered. He's pretty fuckin' equal opportunist if you haven't noticed."

Ered, starting to realize: "..............crap" bc!! Damnit Nurf is a sweetie under all his layers and she knows that and the guilt of hurting him is kinda weighing.

Ered leaves to go talk with him and Tyrone and Mitchell have what I think is a little funny interaction where Mitchell light heartedly is making a comment on the exchange they just had.

" 'top dog' no way she just said that, what is this, prison?? Did I wake up in *prison*?"

Tyrone, just as confused, speaking over him agreeingly: I know I know

And Nurf's just sitting in his room when his mom announces he has a friend here and he's like 'whuh' and Ered just. Steps in and stands there.

".. what do you want.?" Bc when she DOES talk to him to hang out, it's something she wants to do, *he's* stopped initiating things. And Ered has multiple people she's "not really close with but she calls over to do specific hobbies with" since she has so many hobbies.

"Just here to talk."

Okay now she has his attention did somebody fucking die what

"I haven't been a good friend to you." She states it pretty neutrally and flatly like everything she says

Nurf's just looking at her. Girl it is a Thursday afternoon on god's green earth he is trying to do his homework rn. Half of the awnsers atleast.

She doesn't even say sorry. That was just the statement she knew was true now. "If you would like,,.. I can be a better one." She looks over once then nods her head simply.

"You're offering to be my friend just straight up like that?" Is this kindergarten.

"Feel free to decline, man." She shrugs, still neutral.

"No,no I'm not saying that" he puts his pencil down. "Can I just get an honest awnser why I wasn't one to you before?"

Ered sighs. "Promise not to tell?" Speaks a little quieter.

And he is listening SO HARD!!!!!!!

Ered inhales rlly slowly, sticks her hand out to reintroduce herself.

"Meredith Miller.

__Everything I do is to protect myself.__"

He just makes a little bit of a face like go on elaborate on that for me he is so confused and so intrigued and by what he's ASSUMING so far should he be offended.

"You're alot better person than you were back then, people don't give you enough credit for that."

The simultaneous embarrassment of remembering his hardcore bully era and the flattery of a genuine compliment like that being so rare from Ered to anyone.

"And I couldn't trust you that well then as I think I could now. Most of my friends sort of just learn this out themselves slowly but you're not going to unless I spell it out I guess. I'm not a vulnerable or open person, like, at all? Everything I do is to hide I'm flawed. Even *capable* of flaw. I build a reputation, so when I do make little mistakes, or have little quirks, people think I'm doing it ironically, or something, so people just *always* have the best assumptions of me. I abbreviate words over text I don't know how to spell off the top of my head and people think I'm just being cool. I still like how Capri moon tastes and people think I'm just too cool to even care what I have to drink because I'm so above judgement."

"So you're just.. constantly pretending?"

"No, ..sort of."

"I do it so I *can* be myself without it tanking how people veiw me, an actual genuine image of what I am I just work hard to make sure people are *nice* about it. Most of them atleast." Like a safety net built from a good reputation.

"Bigger mistakes though.. people turn on me.

And you were always turned against everyone, dude"

"Sorry.."

"It's fine. We've all got our methods." She understands his behavior comes from a really similar place.

"Nothing I said leaves this room." Pats her hand to his doorway twice as she walks out of it. "See you around."

"..... CAN WE GO BOWLING SATURDAY?"

Ered sort of stops herself mid-way going out the front door. "...Sure!" And is a little surprised he already wants to chill with her

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[tangyangie]

Hii! Honestly thank you for all your works!, they’re so good and feel so accurate, you embody the characters so well😫‼️.

I dont know if ur taking requests right now but i was wondering if you could do a karma x enfp reader head-cannons? I saw you did an isfp one, idk if you’ve done any other, but Thats alright if not of course!

Reader is really bubbly and loud, she makes alotta dirty and crude jokes with Rio and similarly, she has good grades she just doesnt try. She’s girly (loves being feminine) but that doesnt stop her from getting dirty, Shes very much a hopeless romantic and goes feral for some loving.

— 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐏 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⊹

desc. karma x enfp!fem!reader, who's loud, playful, and talkative, yet stubborn, smart, and romantic.

notes. i'm preeeetty sure i'm an enfp (or infp), so a lot of these traits reminded me of myself!! so, this one was pretty easy to write, and i hope you like it!!

he's drawn to you from the beginning.

you're funny and joke about everything with him. oh, someone fell out of a tree? oops, you guys are literally on the floor.

you guys never have a dull moment. you always have something to talk about, and your conversations usually end up lasting hours.

physical touch is biggg for you guys. it's rare to see you guys not hugging or being close in some way.

he loves your outfits. no matter what you wear, though, he will be completely infatuated by you but he does like seeing you in dresses.

he picks you up a lot. piggy-back rides, carrying you bridal style, over the shoulder... any way that your feet aren't touching the ground.

you guys bounce around a lot. like, people mistake you as children for how energetic you guys are—you're constantly running around places.

you guys are constantly texting. it's kind of funny how much battery is wasted, even though you two are in the same room.

you guys also play gamepigeon a lot together. you've both gotten really good at the word games, and you're constantly competing. your screen is lit up like a christmas tree because of just how much you guys play together.

karma and you are both stubborn, and so you guys are like a rainbow brick wall with bubble guns at the top. it's the most accurate description of your personalities together that i can give.

when it comes to school, you guys are one and the same. you've got good grades and stuff, but you do not pay attention.

you will have an assignment that was given at the beginning of the week, and you're finishing it literally morning of. and then you get a perfect score.

you guys spend a lot of time outside together. whether that's looking for cats in sidewalks, going to playgrounds and parks, or finding a lake and skipping rocks together. you guys definitely feed the ducks, too.

you kiss him a lot. he definitely doesn't mind—he welcomes it. while, of course, throwing in a few teasing phrases.

you guys make a lot of dirty jokes together. it's crazy you guys haven't been reported to the police for the amounts of looks you guys have gotten.

you guys collect stuff for each other. you collect stamps and he collects rocks, so you guys trade each other stuff. if someone doesn't have enough to trade, you pay in affection.

you guys climb on stuff a lot. it's a normal occurrence to see you guys on the roof or hanging off a window of a 6-floor tall apartment building.

notes: every time i write these i get reminded of my nonexistent social life 🫶

also i'm so sorry for taking so long ☹️ been feeling v unmotivated to write but i did see the spider-man movie so i'm feeling much better (and in love w miles oh m y god)

#screaming in the void #and the void screams back #assassination classroom #ass class #fluff #hee hee #karma #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma x reader #karma x reader #akabane karma #enfp #mbti #mbti personalities #mbti personality types #enfp personality #enfp reader #fem reader #reader fic