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bigsunflowergang · 10 months

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Being Honest (E42 Miles)

You're changing, I can't stand it

My heart can't take this damage

And the way I feel, can't stand it

Mmm, I don't understand this

"Miles what the fuck is your problem?!" [name] shouted out of pure frustration. It had been about 2 months since the death of Mr. Morales and Miles seemed to only be getting worse as time passed.

[name] had been the only one of Miles's friends to actually bond with his dad, so she was almost as hurt as he was, knowing her pain could never match his. Not that she could really let that show as she was too busy trying to make sure Miles didn't crash out.

"Bro just leave me alone right now" he cut his eyes over at her, observing the way she almost exploded at him but calmed herself down.

"Look, Miles, I know you're hurt. I promise I do. But that doesn't mean you can walk around and treat people who're trying to make sure you're okay, like shit!" she huffed, trying her best to get through to him.

His head slowly turned to her and they made intense eye contact before he spoke.

"Nobody asked you to"

[name] looked at him like he had 3 heads before she chuckled.

"Oh okay. Well since you Mr. Big and the fuck Bad, I'll leave you to your business, the fuck" she said, scrunching her face up while gathering her things.

Not a word was said as she walked out of his room.

Lately, I've been feeling' alone

But I'm clutching my chrome

Pray to my mama I'm gon make it home

Twenty missed calls, I ain't answer my phone

Miles watched his phone ring over and over, eventually silencing it, already knowing who it was.

He knew every night when he put that suit on, was another chance of him not making it back home. Not that he much cared about his own safety, he just didn't want to put the loss of both her husband and son on his mom. In the back of his head, he also knew he wouldn't ever want to put [name] through that type of pain.

The night she walked out of his room, he felt like she gave up on him. In his head, he figured it was going to happen, which is why he expected for that to be the case. So when she called him that night, he just stared at his phone.

He stayed by himself most days. He didn't go to school anymore, nor did he barely leave his room whenever he was home. At nights, he pushed all of his thoughts away that didn't correlate with his work.

He was alone. But while he thought it would be best, he caught himself thinking a few times. Thinking about his life before tragedy struck.

When he still had his happiness. His dad. When he had [name].

I got my front, but is you behind me?

Get goofy like Martin and Gina

Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy

Then get deady like Whitney and Bobby

He missed her. Even though he tried to convince himself he didn't, he knew he did.

At nights, he would sometimes sit on top of a random building and stare into the sky thinking. Memories of him and [name] before invaded his mind. The way they would just sit in his room for hours talking about absolutely nothing. Just basking in each others presence.

He thought about all the times she defended his name both in front of him and behind his back. The way she would randomly get suspended because "some bitch don't know how to keep your name out her mouth".

Thoughts of her smile and laugh filled his mind, causing a small smile to form on his. How she would laugh and smile her way out of any situation always blew his mind. He could daydream about her pearly whites lighting up the sky all day. How laugh she would hard whenever they teamed up to prank his or her parents. Or when he tickled her, he couldn't help but smile at the way she laughed and squirmed to get his hands off of her.

He thought back to the night of the argument. He knew he should've reached out afterwards or at least answered any of her calls. Quite frankly, he was scared. He didn't know what she wanted to talk about, plus he was scared to be vulnerable around anyone. Plus, he was keeping her out of harm's way the further he stayed away from her. In his head, he knew that was some bullshit and just a bunch of stupid excuses he told himself to bury the guilt under.

Whenever he tried to smoke the pain away, it just came back harder. He looked at the Dutch: Dream Fusion wrapper and felt a tug at his heart as he thought of how she specifically always asked for that type of gar. It was something stupid to get emotional at, but he found himself wiping a tear from his eye as he stared at it. He missed how they would get violently high and watch a movie while pigging out on a bunch of snacks.

After a few more thoughts and a decision to go with his impulsive thoughts, he found himself outside of her door.

You're changing, I can't stand it

My heart can't take this damage

And the way I feel, can't stand it

Mmm, I don't understand this

He hesitantly knocked, waiting a few minutes before the door was opened. He made eye contact with the girl he had been longing for for a month. Her eyes watered just like his before she embraced him in a hug.

He finally broke down. Finally allowed his emotions to be on full display as she hurriedly brought him into the house. He sobbed into her arms for what felt like an hour, taken over by the feeling of comforting arms.

"Fuck, [name], I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push you out- well I did but I didn't- I don't- fuck I missed you," he sobbed, feeling her hands play with one of his braids as she shushed him quietly.

"It's fine Miles, I understand"

"What's all this noise-," they heard as another light turned on.

They looked up to the voice, seeing [name]'s mother.

"Oh, Miles" she sighed, walking over and pulling the boy into a hug on her own. "We've been so worried about you! [name] said you weren't answering the phone and Rio, poor Rio, she said she barely even sees you." she said, hugging him tighter.

"I'm sorry, ma" he mumbled, squeezing her tighter as well.

"And you know, if you need anything, we're here. You understand?" she asked and he nodded his head.

She walked back to her room, leaving the two teenagers in the living room.

"Don't apologize for taking your space. I understand." she said as his mouth opened to speak.

"I'm not apologizing for taking my space. I'm apologizing for how I acted that night. And for worrying you" he mumbled, making her smile softly.

"Don't. I shouldn't have-"

"You did everything right, pretty, I promise. I just..." he paused and sighed. "I just didn't want pity from anyone else. I was getting it from everyone. But I didn't realize you weren't pitying me, you were just... there for me. So thank you. A lot." he said, looking up at her.

She nodded and sent him a smile. "Don't worry about it. That's what I'm here for" she said, making him smile a bit.

"Yeah yeah" he said, waving her off playfully.

"Soooooo, we good now?" she asked, making him look at her like she was stupid.

"Nigga duh" he chuckled, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"Not too fucking much now"

The end.

#miles morales #e1610 miles #miles morales x reader #atsv miles #spiderman

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1-800-pastelskies · 2 months

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and my bestfriend and my crush got into an argument and it looks like they ain't gon make up☠ i have to vent like an amogus imposter real quick

so now i have to ignore my crush (wagyu) for my friend's sake which i volunteered to do ofc GOTTA BE THERE FOR MY POOKIE💓..because obviously my crush is at fault here & he is lowkey victimising himself when he is the villain along with my bestie's ex

so yea now i probably will have to ignore him but he messed up real bad BUT DOESN'T REALISE IT and...i myself have not seen this facade of him before...i mean we could see he had a sorta superiority complex but he is a nice guy but bro i didn't expect him to betray my friend like that☠just because you've been here for someone multiple times does not justify your hypocritical actions...(my friend jokingly called him off as a hypocrite...BUT DON'T GET ME WRONG ITS NOT THE 1ST TIME WE CALLED HIM HYPO...LIKE MANY TIMES WE JOKINGLY CALLED HIM HYPO OR FAKE BUT HE IS HYPO FR...LIKE HE'S THE TYPE TO TALK SHIT ABOUT SOMEONE THEN GO SPEAK AND LAUGH WITH THEM☠) and i can recall that last year one time he told me "i rhink i'm fake" and i replied "everyone has a fake side dw" WE ALWAYS JOKED ABOUT HIM BEING FAKE IN FRONT OF HIM and he always took it lightheartedly....many ppl told him he was fake several times BUT NOW BRO GOT MAD☠ AND THE THING IS MY FRIEND APOLOGISED SEVERAL TIMES ON TEXT AND WAGYU LEFT HER ON DELIVERED

he told my bestie's ex about a guy friend D who had a crush on her (still has) the guy friend was present btw well the ex went "i knew that"...and i heard so i told my friend about it😭and she jokingly called wagyu (my crush) hypocrite and now he is hanging out with my bestie's awful ex...☠and definitely told things to him my bestie trusted him about and said to him while she was dating her ex...AND THE THING IS HE SPOKE MULTIPLE TIMES ABOUT BESTIE'S EX'S BACK TOO AND WAS OPENLY A HATER☠😭

and also BESTIE'S EX BESTIE in parentheses lets say close friend lets call him nokia has a crush on bestie and bestie's ex openly hates him and was trying to get him away from bestie now since its obvious he has a huge fat crush on bestie..HE EVEN GAVE HER A TEDDY AND A LETTER ON VALENTINES🥺they are in a what are we situationship that is not a situationship stage...but nokia definitely likes bestie because he is always around and talks to bestie...and he is a good guy

but bestie's ex THAT LABORATORY RAT LOOKING ASS GOOFY AH ASS BITCH WAS STILL CHASING BESTIE but bestie told him at this bday party to leave him alone and he kept following her and wagyu was her protector and tehy kept running away so then rat (bestie's ex) friends told rat to stop sobhe stopped now and bestie's ex is a huge asshole and bestie took the resolution to enjoy her last year as a minor last year so i don't think she will commit to nokia and she doesn't know yet if she has the feels for him...so i always observe nokia's behaviour and nokia knows i ship them or like "COUGH AND FAKE CHOKE VERY HARD WHEN HE IS MAKING HIS WAY TO BESTIE" and even nokia "coughed" LOL HE UNDERSTANDS THE DRILL🔥🔥🔥hehehe plus nokia fist bumped me after he saw me see him walk chingching bestie to class so he gets bonus points☺

sooo wagyu kinda has a love-hate friendship for D (guy friend) just because of his last name i think☠😭he had a crush on a dude back in 8th grade who had the same last name so now he hates everyone who had that last name☠but guy friend is kinda insignificant in this story

he claims that my bestie is ungrateful because he was there for her alot for her and that my bestie apparently does not know his value😭 yeaaa....

ps:we all ignored him and during first break and while we were descending the stairs wagyu looked at us😭☹️ for a fat minute then looked away...i think he understood we were all gonna ignore him even me☠😞🥺 i do feel bad but also...fuck him

plus after a free period when i was leaving the library he was coming this way➡️

and i was going that way⬅️ so he saw me and i saw him he was with a friend i did not even bother to look at him in the eyes and walked away next to him 😞

yea...goodluck on reading all that

(we don’t got time to unpack all that) alizée and wagyu divorce era

i gotta throw you a single again party

#♡peach’s paint pallet♡#﹄❏♡•peach answers•♡❏﹃#🤍alizée🤍

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monkey-network · 2 years

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Good Stuff: Batwheels

or How to Stop Worrying and Ride with the Punchline

I remember watching the surprisingly kino Teen Titans GO! movie and getting to the scene where they have the trailers for Alfred Pennyworth and then the Batmobile. I of course snickered poshly and then continued watching the film. It was the year after when they premiered an Alfred series set in the Gotham TV universe and I went "Cool." I didn't care for either so I chuckled robotically and moved on. Then in 2020, they announced a Batmobile kids cartoon and the joke stopped being funny. First, the world descends into madness faster, and now we were getting BATWHEELS?! COMING VROOM?!?!?! Felt like I became the joke because I had to know what it would be like. So it's the current year and this was finally released on Cartoonito. What do I think of it? It's actually pretty fire.

Didn't think we'd get two nickels worth of good cars content this year

To preface, yeah this is more for preschoolers but thankfully it's more family-friendly since it's just entertaining you with crime-fighting adventures. I say it's like a Hot Wheels show that has the vibes of Batman: Brave and the Bold. It works like it feels stupid at first but they run with it; it's like 60s Batman or the Lego Batman Movie where things can get serious but it doesn't have to be serious. It's best to watch the first episode to get the origin story which explains how the cars become sentient. Otherwise, the titular Batwheels work like the Batfamily and it's an enjoyable romp about teamwork, leadership, and getting tricky. Speaking of which...

This series looks amazing like hell yes Neon Gotham

The coloring, character designs, and animation of this are phenomenal. I love the use of 2D particle effects and how the vehicles are able to be expressive. We don't reach Pixar levels of uncanny but aren't just static either. Some goofy ass nerd'll go "Oh, this is just to sell toys" and I'd honestly say "Fuck yeah" because the human and vehicle characters look on point. If you're gonna sell a product, make it worth the purchase. I don't know if this'll go beyond a couple seasons unless they expand the roster but I can see kids loving the look of all this. My only issue... is Joker. He looks zoomerfied, dressed like a bedazzled goober, and is the worse looking out of everyone.

This ain't Joker bro, this is The Jickler #NoJoke

I like how this is both about the vehicles finding their place as heroes and the human heroes you know doing their job. We get a surprisingly diverse cast like it's the first time seeing Duke Thomas Robin on screen. Ethan Hawke works well as Bats, though he's not Will Arnett I'm sorry. The show's probably limiting since it's about cars, but they knew better than to just make this Batman™ except everyone's a car for some reason. The cars don't upstage the heroes and villains, it manages to be a great introduction to the Batman universe. I dunno, something goofy like this surprises me in being a competent, fun-loving action cartoon that makes me forget the turmoil I've been having lately about superhero content. Just saying, the last time I said the word "capeshit", ten angels cried and this series is like the fresh air I needed since Peacemaker.

Takes me back to the Bat Credit Card days anew

This and Hamster & Gretel do good in being superhero shows that work more than expected. I admittedly am tired of Batman being everywhere like when will Green Lantern have his turn again? At the same time, this is cooler than I figured. If you told me in 3rd grade we were gonna have a Batmobile cartoon, I would laugh in your face. If you told me this before 2020 happened, I would still laugh. Now that we're here... I have to kneel. I was gonna point this a 7 or 8 out of 10 cuz you know it's a simple, fun time; good for Saturday mornings. You know what though? For actually sticking the landing and proving me as a naysayer wrong...

9 out of 10; A Motorized Marvel

#Batwheels #Batman #DC #DCAU #cartoon network #cartoonito #cartoons #animation #reviews #Good Stuff

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the-writing-mobster · 2 years

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Could we maybe get some hcs/imagines about the Baby Face gang at a school event (ex. a dance maybe?) I feel like they'd be a chaotic group at social events like those lol

| Baby Face Boys & Babes HCs! | Prom! 🪩💖🫶

*Set in the 90s of course. 😌 Frisk not included since this is Senior prom. Also, these are a bit long, I kind of popped off with these soooo...

AHHHHH yes of course! Such a great suggestion! 💖🫰 My girlfriend and I were actually talking awhile ago about what the boys would do at prom. I know you said any general school event, but you did specifically mention a Dance, so I'm going with Prom because it's the most recognizable event here in the states at least, ever haha! ...this might actually make it into the fic tbh...

If anyone else has requests for head canons and little imagines like this I guess, feel free to drop them in my inbox. You can do anon too if you're shy, I'm pretty sure I have it turned on. If you want HCs for a specific character from Baby Face (Sans, Frisk, Nick, Alphys, Jonas, Midas, Maeve etc) just let me know! ;)

Sans: Mr. Steal Your Girl

Didn't bring an official date (although Jonas did come as his Junior Plus One,) that comes with way too much pressure tbh, and he's too cool for that shit so... Instead, he's made it his personal mission to bag as many chicks in one night as possible. Why else come to a school dance? 🤨 What to have fun? Don't be fucking lame.

He brought his own alcohol and teachers are warily eyeing him about it. He's not subtle but no one's stopped him at all. He has too much audacity and not enough consequences.

He's definitely not wearing a full tux. He's got a black suit jacket, a black turtle neck and black jeans, and he knows he looks good too. He's dangerous.

“Excuse me, you look like you're bored out of your mind, care if I step in? Don't worry bro, I'll bring her right back.” The poor guy ain't gonna fight him. What, fight SANS!? AND FUCKING DIE TOO WHILE I'M AT IT?

Such a smarmy prick, but he's got the whole gym swooning after him. Every guy wants to knock his lights out but he's untouchable.

He's a decent enough dancer for a slow dance, and can lead without looking at his feet which counts for something. He's definitely not gonna bust a move, but he is gonna encourage some light grinding.

Although he doesn't spend most of his time dancing in fact, he's at the poker tables, doing some mock gambling with a crowd of ladies. Definitely teaching the girl right next to him how to play poker. He helps her win and she is all over him afterwards.

The guys are ANNOYED that he just ditched them to flirt with girls he definitely won't care enough about to call back the next morning but hey, who's gonna stop him?

He's not completely selfish though. The boys don't know but he's pointing some of them out and talking them up to some of the girls. What a fucking hero.

“Yeah you see my friend over there? He's fucking hilarious. He'll make you die laughing he's so funny. Such a goofball... You like goofy guys? You must if you're goin out with Morty, although... Morty's kind of a total cringefest. Like... I know a fake laugh when I see it, kid. You might be fooling Morty into thinking he's funny you're not fooling me. Go talk to Jonas. You'll love him.”

After he and some girl sneak off to the bathroom via teleportation and he's a little happier about the night (😏,) he comes back to the guys to deliver phones numbers and tales of his exploits.

Nick: Dual Class CD Solicitor & Dance Captain

He is using prom as not only an excuse to hang out with his friends, but also to sell their CDs and maybe, HOPEFULLY play a set for everyone! He has all of their equipment in a UHaul Van, COME ON PRINCIPAL GIVE US A CHANCE! We Promise we won't play any Heavy Hard Rock 🥺🥺

When a song he actually likes comes on the speakers, he reveals to the world that he's actually an INCREDIBLE dancer! He knows how to SWING DANCE! (His mom taught him)

Throw this man into a dance circle and he will bust out the double back flip into the splits bullshit you've ever seen.

Him and Jonas will dance together because they're both pretty good dancers and Jonas is the only who can keep up with Nick's energy.

The two are flinging each other around and all anyone can do is stand in a circle and cheer them on. It's the 90s and two guys dancing??? I mean it's not slow dancing or anything, thems is impressive! No one is weirded out by them thank God. I mean, if they had a problem with them, it'd probably be Monster related.

But Sans is just around the corner so ain't no one gonna be a bigot to their group.

A girl who's most certainly had a crush on him for forever, finally gets the courage to ask Nick to dance and he just smiles at her all sweet and asks if she knows how to swing. If not, he shows her a few basic moves and the two get to it. He doesn't ask for her number though, in fact he completely forgets that that's something a normal guy interested in girls would do. As soon as they're done he leaves her with a friendly goodbye and goes back to hanging out with his buddies, content as ever.

She definitely thinks he's gay after that (he's Bi and just so... Oblivious) ... He ruined her night without even realizing it 🤦🏼‍♀️ That girl is crying in the club because of him.

He would ask one of the admins if his band can play a song or two and gets denied every single time no matter what. He keeps insisting though, at one point practically begging.

Finally they're allowed to play ONE song (He went to Muffet and she put in the demand, ain't no one gonna tell Ms. Muffet no...)

Once Sans finally comes back, Nick rushes everyone on stage and they perform one of their more light hearted fun songs. It's a hit, obviously! Especially with the ladies.

All the other guys in the school are punching the air right now. Like, this friend group is too powerful.

Annnnd after the performance they fucking leave. They dip immediately and go get drunk in some parking lot.

Alphys: Awkward Lesbian™

Too many pretty girls.

She and Maeve opted to be each other's dates, but Maeve is off playing black jack with Midas so she's stuck at the punch bowl.

The punch bowl has obviously been spiked, and Alphys knows exactly who did it, but ain't no way she's ratting.

In fact? It's honestly a win. Why would she want to be sober at Prom?

Having gay panic every single time she sees a girl in a beautiful prom dress.

Alphys was convinced to wear a dress and is now trapped in a dress very similar to the one from Never Been Kissed. (If you know you know.) She's wearing sneakers with it though because of course she is :)

She is gorging herself on cupcakes too. In fact, the entire snack table has been turned into her stress, drunk eating buffet, the poor Baby!

Maeve comes to check on her and the two go dance with each other as well. Again, no one fucking messes with them because if they did they'd be dead in a dumpster from the reaper.

As a complete opposite to Nick, Alphys is the worst dancer, she has two left feet and constantly steps on Maeve's toes. She's always apologizing and Maeve is ever so patient with her. It's a good thing Alphys is tipsy off spiked punch now, otherwise Maeve would've never been able to convince her to dance.

As the night comes to a close and the boys climb up on stage, she retires back to the punch bowl. Prom is shaping up to be so awkward and...

“Ugh, they're letting a rock band play? God this is lame.” Alphys staggers over herself to defend her boys and comes face to face with the prettiest, most chiseled fishy face ever... Red braids towering her head.

Instantly she becomes a stuttering mess. Obviously. Pretty gorwl... But the spiked punch gives her that courage she needs to actually be able to talk to her. AND SHES TALKING BACK!?

This girl is obviously Undyne; she's a freshman in college, but was invited as her cousin's plus one so that the poor guy wouldn't be alone.

The two sense the sapphic vibes from each other and instantly hit it off. Undyne takes her to play poker, they dance, they get to know each other, it's soooooo sweet!

At the end of the night when the boys head out to leave, Maeve comes to find her and asks if she wants to join. Alphys decides to stay to hang out with Undyne. Maeve is instantly their biggest supporter, I mean come on.

She had no expectations for prom and then found her soul mate 🥹

Undyne takes a drunk Alphys home, and as a college student who is an expert on holding ones liquor, she helps her stay hydrated, gets her meds so she doesn't puke in her sleep, and helps put her to sleep.

Jonas: Lover boy

Much like Sans, Jonas is here for one thing: Girls.

He also didn't bring a date, and it's exactly for the same reason as Sans - In fact, as much as Jonas would never admit it, Sans is his unofficial Dating Sensei. (This is awful, wdym there's two of these fuckers!?)

He just doesn't have the untouchable suaveness that Sans has, so instead, he relies on being an adorable goofball which... It also works pretty well in his favor.

He also steers clear of taken girls. He doesn't want to start shit. I mean... Could he knock someone's lights out? Of courses but that's just so barbaric. Lycans already get enough shit.

Because Sans is kind of his role model, Jonas is also not wearing a complete suit. He's only got the nice button up and a loose tie around his neck. It's a good look for him, it's super cute.

Obviously, he's also an exceptional dancer as one of the other athletic guys in the group. Where Nick does swing, Jonas is super good at the Lindy Hop, an amazing improviser.

He's also super competitive so, Nick busts out a back flip, so does Jonas. Nick starts swinging, Jonas starts twirling and throwing him around on the dance floor until the circle's been formed and there's nothing these guys can do but keep dancing.

Once they're finally done, Jonas is amazed by how many girls want to dance with him. They're also surprisingly good humored and laugh at all his jokes. Wow he's really good at this!

The girls love being twirled around by him, dipped, lifted and tossed around. He's so energetic and has really great stamina, plus he's not embarrassed at all.

Sometimes he'll seek Sans out while Sans is making out with someone and just bum his flask off of him for some more ~liquid courage~

(not that he needs any. That guy has no shame whatsoever.)

He would definitely make a dirty joke to a girl who he didn't realize was already with someone and get slapped. Nick would immediately come to defend him but Jonas would be like "no I deserved that, I'm sorry."

Always wondering where Midas is because those two are like pees in a pod and is the only one who notices Midas and Maeve exclusively hanging out with each other. "huh, 🧐 cool! 😄" *does not question it at all*

You know he adores performing and being in the limelight. He's so excited about everything and loves all of the attention.

After they leave to their little friendship after party, he gets black out drunk and does a lot of stupid shit that the boys will be talking about til the day they die.

Midas: The Prom Demon Legend 😈

You all saw this one coming.

He is the one the teachers are always keeping their eye on. They know Sans has a flask, but Midas is definitely hiding something and he's up to no good!

At first he stuck with Jonas and Nick, but got bored when they started to dance. Dancing isn't his favorite, he might knock his sunglasses off so...

Instead he's just lurking the gym and when Nick starts begging the teachers to let the band play, he slips in and the bastard spikes the punch Alphys can thank Midas for everything that happens from there on out 😎 unintentional cupid.

Maeve & Midas run into each other after the successful Punch Spiking of '96. Obviously they stick with each other and go play black jack.

Midas is terrifyingly good at black jack. For a game entirely based on luck, he seems to win every damn time. Definitely suggested they actually start gambling and promptly shut down by the teacher.

“Well I don't know I'm feeling lucky tonight, how bout you guys?" "Midas, no sir.”

Maeve and Midas would go outside so that Midas could start smoking. They share a blunt together as they joke about everyone in the group being complete goobers.

Those two absolutely dance high together outside to muffled music. It's surprisingly romantic, but that's what prom is all about right?

If someone misgenders Maeve, Midas gets really pissed off and threatens to turn them to stone. Almost gets in trouble because of this, but Maeve is there to talk the admin down

Probably the reason the teachers were apprehensive about letting the band play. He's a little bit of a problem child 🤪

I'd say for him at least, the night is a success, and he goes down in legend as not only the most wicked keyboard player of all time, but also the legendary punch spiker, King of Prom.

They all leave before Prom King and Queen can be announced. Fuck that noise.

Midas makes Maeve a little paper crown while they're all drinking in the parking lot and declares her his personal prom queen.

Maeve: Paper Prom Queen 👑💖

Obviously we already know she and Alphys came as dates. Maeve is dressed in a prom dress she made herself.

It is perfectly fitted to her.

She gets a lot of weird looks, obviously from being a trans woman in the 90s, but she's also a big Lion Monster who is ALSO friends with a reaper so, again, no one's gonna say shit to her, and she's not going to take it.

Besides, she wears skirts to school all the time, even before she transitioned so it's not like it's something she's never done before. And she WORKS IT.

She's out in the crowd complimenting everyone's dress and their corsages. Always gassing other girls up and making them feel like the princesses they all are. Maeve of course is the queen of all of them.

She really wants to join Nick and Jonas to dance, but her heels are a little too tall for the kind of dancing those goobers are doing.

She finds Midas eventually and the two stick to each other's hip like lichen. She's always impressed by him, especially at the black jack table.

Where Midas is always winning, she's always losing but is a super good sport about it.

Covered for Midas when the teachers started asking about the spiked punch.

When they're outside she definitely wanted to confess she had a little crush on him but didn't want to ruin their moment so she just enjoyed herself.

They slow danced to Head over Heels by Tears for Fears, of fucking COURSE they did.

All female drummers are the hottest thing ever, so she definitely got a lot of under the table interest from some other guys but she didn't pay any of them mind. Why would she if they're gonna be fucking weird about it?

She's only got eyes for one guy who unfortunately, she can not look in the eye.

Her heart is literally bursting out of her chest when he crowns her paper queen though. One, it's literally so gender affirming for her and two, she's head over heels. 🥺🥺💖💖

You're honor... I love them.

Kronk Face: Oh yeah. This is going in the fic. Thanks Galaxy.

↓ Slow Dance song of the century 🥺💖🫶 ↓

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nomicskeleton · 2 years

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PLAYING PACIFY (THE HORROR GAME)

characters: kaeya, albedo, childe, and thoma (all separated)

genre: modern! au, crack

warning: chaos, swearing, screaming, horror game, kaeya and diluc did not fight (peaceful! au), all lowercase

(a/n): in the mood of making a crack hc :) i personally don't play pacify, i only watch people playing it. if you wanna understand more about the game, i recommend you to watch the gameplay or search some info on google or you can play it yourself :")

KAEYA:

he knew the game from social medias and his pen pals, and judging from the reviews it was pretty good. so he decided to give it a shot and invited albedo, childe, and thoma to play too.

the one that screamed, cursed, and laughed a lot.

"BRO, IT'S THE DEMON GIRL- MOVE, BITCH. MOVE!!"

probably had a race with childe because that ginger too was freaked out and scared to death.

was the one who cackled so loud when thoma turned into a doll, 'cause he looked silly.

once he saw the girl in monstrous mode and chased them like there was no tomorrow, he'd scream, "THE DEMON GIRL IS MAD AAAAA- GET OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT-"

his scream was so loud that diluc had to knock on his wall loudly.

ALBEDO:

he read the gameplay guides on website before playing it.

when kaeya told him to lead the way, he rolled his eyes but led the way too in the end.

he was so calm and collected that everyone thought he wasn't scared of the game. but when the demon girl showed up, he flinched and gasped.

"from what i read, the basement is the safest place. so we need to find the key. kaeya, childe, do it."

when thoma was turned into a doll by the demon girl, he calmed him down while thoma was squealing.

"has anyone found the freaking basement key yet?" then proceeded to ramble that thoma needed to be burned in the furnace, and the furnace was located in the basement.

when the possessed girl flew over them, his voice cracked and demanded at childe (he was grabbing the colored doll, which could pacify the girl) to hand the doll to her. the savior-

also laughed when the others were being chaotic and hilarious. he couldn't help it, they were just too goofy- especially childe and kaeya

CHILDE:

"pacify? a horror game? what, you think i'm scared? nuh uh. i ain't a loser and scaredy-cat."

he took his words back when he and the others stood in front of the abandoned house.

archons, what the fuck is this place. take me back home, take me-

screamed louder than kaeya that they had to tell him to mute his mic.

"OH FUCK, THERE'S A MOTHERFUCKING BABY DOLL. THIS IS SO CURSED- HOLY FUCK, IT'S MOVIIIINGG!!!"

was bullied by the others and told to grab the baby doll.

lost his shit once the possessed girl was flying over them. he nearly slammed his computer screen with his keyboard.

the game was supposedly to be scary but he made it to funny.

delete the game afterward.

THOMA:

he laughed nervously as he entered the house. it was dark even though he got a torch in his hand.

genuinely scared #2 after childe.

"guys?! wait up! don't leave me here!" his voice cracked as he dashed to catch up with the others.

despite his fear, he often wandered around and read the letters. which led him to be left behind.

his fear gradually disappeared because of childe and kaeya's goofy actions and screams. he didn't scream much and just laugh instead.

he accidentally encountered the girl and was turned into a doll.

"NO, NO, NOOO- AAAA- WAIT, I BECAME SMALL?!-"

when albedo told him he should burn himself on the furnace, his jaw dropped.

"t-that means i'll be dead, then..?"

once learning about burning himself in the furnace might turn himself back to normal again made him utterly relieved.

delete the game afterward #2.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin crack #kaeya hcs #albedo hcs #childe hcs #thoma hcs #genshin scenarios

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amoristt · 3 years

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Just a Dare | Nathan Prescott x Reader

@trueloveknifefight asked, Also can I request Nathan asking you out?

here u are! i love writing convos w nathan UGH i adore his character.

as always, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated1 i check all tags and comments <3

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The lights were bright, vivid. Almost blinding. They dance LED accents into the reflection of your drink- a dull plastic cup filled to the brim with one part whiskey, zero parts mixer. The taste could bring a tear to your eye but you would be damned to water down such fine alcohol, provided by none other than Nathan Prescott himself.

Music reverberated along the pool rooms walls, laughter and hollers distantly rising with the tempos. Your foot absently tapped to the beat- you were never one for dancing. Never one for parties, either, actually, favoring drinking in the solitude of a small friend group.

If not for Nathan you wouldn't be here at all. Some would say it's a privilege to slip past those heavy doors, entering the dully lit world of the Vortex Club. You mostly just felt like it was all for show. Somehow securing a place among Nathan's friend group, and a good friend at that, it was almost duty to show up. He insisted on it.

So, here you were. Leaning against a wall in a suffocatingly warm, cramped pool room surrounded by a sea of faces you hardly recognized.

That was, until you saw Nathan's face peer through the small break in shifting bodies. You knew him all too well.

Strikingly handsome, equally strikingly pompous. Funny, crude, an absent minded party goer just as much as he was a fireball with racing, incoherent thoughts. A drinker, a druggie. Takes the edge off, he says, but you think he does it to take away his thoughts completely. You felt like his entire life was all edges, never sacred ground.

The poor bastard.

He lures your attention in as he saunters over with squared shoulders, narrowly avoiding spilling his drink when a random student cuts it a little too close. Normally Nathan would make a bigger deal, give him what for, but this time he just shoots the poor kid a menacing glare and grumbles, 'fucking watch it'. He's walking with purpose and intent, you can see it on his face. You must have a target on your forehead as he darts straight over.

When he comes to your side, his own alcohol dripping down the sides of his cup onto his wiry fingers, you raise a brow.

"Something wrong?" You ask, as he takes a spot leaning against the hard wall right next to you.

"Just wondering why you're being so fucking lame over here," He shouts over the music, taking a sip of his drink, grimacing at the taste. "We're all having a good time over at the lounge and you're over here acting like all the other wallflower nobodies."

You roll your eyes with upturning lips. "Maybe I like being a wallflower. I like people watching. I see things no one else does."

"Yeah, okay, fucking weirdo."

"I mean it," You push off the wall and grin. "Look-" You point to a student obviously wasted, drink held high over head while he lets the music take him away. "That guy is clearly trashed- he's having the time of his life. He's gotta be seeing double."

Nathan whistles at his state, taking in the guys goofy smile, half lidded eyes. "I'll bet it's the triplets. I could breathe on him too hard and he'd fall over."

"You should go try it." You tease. He shakes his head and takes another drink.

"Nah, he'll get it himself. Guarantee we'll be dragging him out by his feet by the end of the night." He shrugs. "Or, at least someone will. I sure as fuck ain't staying that long."

You snicker. "What, got a hot date?" Nathan glares at you. "Oh don't tell me," you cup your hands to whisper, a secretive gesture, "homework?"

"Fuck no," He scoffs, and you can just barely see that he's a little more than tipsy now. His pale cheeks dusted with red, the tip of his nose ruby under the harsh lighting. It's also then that you realize he's a little more tense than usual, even despite the drinking. He's standing straight upright, his right hand gripping his cup like a crutch and his left now shoved hastily into his pocket.

He hasn't looked at you dead in the eyes yet.

"So what is it then?" You ask curiously. He shrugs and stares into his cup. You frown. "Bro, are you like, good right now? Do you wanna leave?"

For the first time since he'd wandered over, Nathan looks up at you. His eyes are unreadable, but his composure seems stressed. He shrugs again. Before you can even open your mouth to ask him about his state, he sighs and downs an entire mouthful of burning whiskey. It makes you cringe just watching him.

"Fuck it," He huffs. "Look I got some stupid ass dare to come over here and put the moves on you, okay." He sounds almost annoyed, like it's a hassle for him, or maybe embarrassing. You cross your arms. "I was dared to come over here and try to get you like, to fucking, you know, leave with me, but now that I'm over here I'm starting to think maybe that was a dumbass idea."

"Leave with you?" You say incredulously, a brow already lifting. "You were dared to come over here and try to sleep with me? By our friends?"

"No, no, fuck," Nathan seems agitated now, rushing. "Like a date sorta bullshit. Ask you out." He manages to get it out in almost the worst delivery possible, meanwhile you're just trying to pick out who would put him up to this. Hayden? Victoria?

A laugh forces its way out of you. "Aren't we a little too old for that game?"

Nathan shrugs. "That's what I said but they insisted. Fucking babies. At least make the dare a little more fun than just asking some bitch out. That's like elementary level shit."

Your eyes widen, you scoff. "Excuse me?"

Nathan sputters. "You're not some bitch, I didn't mean to-... Fucks sake, I'm clearly a little drunk right now okay, if you could cut me some fucking slack that'd be awesome."

"Hey man I didn't ask to be a victim of bullying," You tease, and he can't help but laugh. You soften. "Never expected it from you, though of all people. As ironic as that sounds."

"I'm not even bullying you, come on. Don't be a bitch. I even admitted it and everything."

You grin. "Yeah. Gotta say though, I'm a little disappointed."

"Oh what, you wanted to see my moves?" Nathan hums. "You wanted some Prescott action?"

"Shut the hell up." You shove his shoulder, an action that would be a mistake to so many others, but for you, it was welcomed. "I'm disappointed that it was just a dare. I'd probably have said yes if it wasn't. But, oh well."

Nathan doesn't answer for a long moment. First, he stares into his drink, processing. Almost like he hadn't heard that right, or like you were messing with him. It's rare to see Nathan Prescott stunned into a momentary silence. He's thinking, wondering what he should say next. Suspicious that you're just playing with him, hopeful that maybe you aren't.

And, you hadn't been. Truth be told if given the chance you would allow him to take you out for the evening. Show you fancy things, try out something a little more intimate than just laughter and poking fun at classmates together. You enjoyed his presence, looked forward to it at times.

A small part of you had hoped that he felt the same, maybe. Somehow. While grateful that he respected you enough to cut the crap before it even began, you couldn't help but feel a little... Disheartened at the prank. You'd saved your pride by denying him beforehand, but, if it had been genuine...

"So if it wasn't a dare," He began, quietly, barely audible over the booming music overhead. Eyes barely visible in the sea of vibrant lights crashing like waves. "You'd have said yes."

You shrug, trying to play it casual to save your own feelings, just in case. "Probably. I mean, we're already friends. We have fun so it couldn't have been that bad." He nods along to almost every word.

"Well what if we did it anyways." He blurts.

"Did what?"

"Go out tonight. Like, you know ditch this lame ass party and have some real fun."

"You love this lame ass party, and plus," You shake your head in feigned annoyance. "I'm not sleeping with you, Nathan."

He glares at you. "Fucking duh. I'm just saying we can go and hang out somewhere else. This party happens all the fucking time so it's not like we're missing anything."

"But, wouldn't that make me the butt of our friends joke?"

He shrugs. "Fuck em. It was a dumb dare anyways."

"Now it seems like you're trying extra hard to convince me to say yes." You state, and he's frazzled, running lines through his brain to try and save the absolute failure of asking you out. You decide to spare him, take a little leap of faith for yourself. "But, alright. I'm in."

Nathan gapes at you. "You're in?"

"Yeah, why not. I'm not busy right now and if you're not either than," You smile. "Why not. You better wow me though, Prescott. I'm talking a night to remember. Fireworks, dinner by candle light, a serenade. The whole package."

Nathan's eyes light up, but he tries to hide it, rolls those beautiful blues. "Well considering I've had like no fucking time to prepare how about we instead go to the roof and chill out."

You toss the idea around in your head for show. You already knew the answer the moment he asked if you were being serious.

"I mean I guess that would work," You say. "I was looking for fireworks but I suppose that will suffice. Feel free to go tell our buddies their joke may have backfired on them."

Nathan shakes his head. "Nah, don't even bother. They're all drunk and probably don't even remember daring me in the first place."

"Alright then," You push yourself off the wall, feeling your cheeks warm. A flutter takes wing in the base of your chest, your heart picking up just a little faster. You can't stop the smile that graces you as you say, "Lead the way, Prescott."

Nathan does lead the way. He takes your hand into his own, your fingers tracing over his boney knuckles as he drags you through the sea of bodies, out to the school hall and up winding stairs.

You giggle like a child when he struggles to find the correct key on the janitors ring he'd snatched weeks ago just in case, tease him when he almost spills his drink all over himself. Nathan's hands are almost shaking, but you chalk it up to the alcohol. You chalk everything up to the alcohol- his trembling fingers, his red face, a shy, albeit goofy smile resting upon his lovely, angular face.

The night was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the smoldering heat of the Vortex Party.

He looks amazing out under the stars, and underneath the scope of the vast, black sky dotted with trillions of perfect, twinkling lights, you feel at peace.

Looking at him, you feel like this may be the start of something you'd denied yourself the chance of ever even imagining.

Out there, alone but together, hearing the echoes of music mixed with the livelihood of crickets in the darkness...

it truly was a night to remember.

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Days later, you sit atop your desk, feet tapping rhythmically on your chair, typing away at your phone.

"Love the top," A familiar voice pipes, and you glace up to find Victoria standing before you, books pressed to her chest. She takes in your shirt, a nicely fitted long sleeve with a rather low cut v-neck. "Why haven't I see that one before?"

You shrug and set your phone down. "Never got around to wearing it I guess. Not a big fan of V-necks."

"It fits you," She sets her books down at the table beside you and brushes a hand through her hair, making sure every strand is in line. "I'll have to get one myself."

"You know what, you can have it after today," You say, and she perks up in disbelief. "As a thank you for what happened at the party."

That disbelief soon turned to confusion. "...Meaning?"

"Y'know, making Nathan ask me out. He made a whole huge deal about it- said you guys were drinking and playing Truth or Dare of all things. Gotta say, I was a little surprised."

Victoria's brows knit. "We hardly drank at that party, and I wouldn't be caught dead playing Truth or Dare. That game is for kids."

It almost knocks the wind out of you.

They hadn't even been playing in the first place.

As the teacher walks into the room, the first period bell blaring annoyingly over the speakers, you climb off your desk and prepare for the day, hardly able to contain yourself. It hadn't been a dare, after all.

And, you and Nathan's official second date was merely a day away.

#nathan prescott #life is strange #imagine #lis

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saktetsu · 4 years

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'LUST' Oikawa Tōru x Reader

Nekomimi, Metamorphoses, Adopted Sibling, !ncest, Mentions of Rape, Yandere Themes, Drugged

Today was the day that Oikawa Tōru comes back to Japan. He won't be staying for long, but at least [F/N] will be able to see her Older Brother once again.

"You look excited to see Tōru again" Her Mother exclaimed, chuckling softly.

"Well of course I am! I get to see Tōru nii again.." [F/N] had a smiled plastered on her face, as she waited for the Front Door to open.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Oikawa finally emerged from the door. He looked more mature now than he was back then. Without Hesitation, [F/N] jumped off the couch and ran straight into his open arms. It caused the setter to laugh from her sudden outburst of affection.

"Woah there [F/N]-Chan, did you miss me that much?" He teased, pinching her cheek slightly. Though she didn't care at all, all she wanted was to hug her dearest Brother that she missed so much.

"Alright, alright. [F/N] enough, let your Brother rest for a bit. I bet he's tired from the Flight" Their Mother chimed in with her hands on either side of her hips.

She pouted and eventually let go of Tōru with a soft 'hmph..' "Don't worry [F/N]~Chan! We'll be able to catch up after I settle in, mkay?" Tōru suggested with a head tilt, causing the younger girl to brighten up.

It may have been rude of him to stare at how her Booty Shorts would raise a little too high. Or how her shirt would squeeze tightly around her upper body. It's like she's tempting him to ruin her, to claim her. Even the thought of finally making his precious Little Sister his, had his tail straighten up from behind him.

Had she always looked this tempting? Had her ass always looked so plump and juicy? Whatever the case, he still couldn't fight back the urge to somewhat claim her as his own.

A few days passed by with Oikawa continuously bothering and hanging out with [F/N]. His personality didn't change much, but she could tell that he was a lot more serious.

Currently, she was in Class. Sitting along side her Best Friend Rinsuke and Sosuke. It was normal for them to Hang out before School ended. "Yo [F/N], I heard your Brother Finally came back from Argentina. How's that going for you?"

"Honestly, it's been great! I was able to catch up with him during the span of like- 4 days"

"4 days and you've already talked about everything? Sheesh, I'm not even surprised" Sosuke butted in, slurping his Milk quietly.

"Ya can't blame her for that though. They're pretty inseparable at this point." His twin added with a sly smirk spreading across his face. "Yer sure ya ain't got anything yer hiding from us Cupcake?"

"What.. Do you mean?" [F/N] asked with a curious tone.

"Ya know how he's one of those Nekomimi people?" She nodded. "Well for starters, ain't those kitties sniff shit that they own or somethin' like that?"

"And I'm also pretty sure that their kind not only possess the appearance of a cat, but their nature, and DNA too. Meaning they could sometimes act out by instincts alone." Sosuke finished Rinsuke's sentence, causing the other Twin to grumble by the sudden interruption.

"I was gonna say that Rin! Ya don't hafta butt in atta nowhere" Rinsuke continued to pout as his arms crosses over his chest.

"Whatever. But seriously [F/N], you've gotta watch out when you're with that Brother of yours."

"Pshh, what's he gonna do? Think I'm his mate? Sosuke, Rinsuke. He's my Brother, I doubt he'd even try to do anything but sniff me"

"Yer Adopted Brother" Rinsuke corrected, causing Sosuke to nod.

"Oh come on! Tōru nii isn't like that, I promise you" They both looked at each other and sighed.

"If you say so."

And just like that, School came to an end with a single bell. The Three walked out of their class together, waving goodbye to each and everyone of their Friends.

A few loud screams were heard from afar as they got closer to the exit if the School. They exchanged curious looks with each other before following the source of the noise.

"Oh my God! Oikawa-kun's here?! In Japan?!" One of the girls screamed out of excitement as she ran passed Rinsuke, Sosuke, and [F/N].

It startled [F/N], Oikawa had never picked her up from School before. (Due to his crazy schedule that was always packed with Volleyball.)

"[F/N]-Chan! There you are, I was worried that you might have gotten lo-" And there it was, the brief pause of his sentence as soon as he realized that she wasn't standing alone. Slowly, he pushed through his fans with a somewhat apologetic smile. His eyes narrowed, ear twitching from annoyance.

"Who are you?" The Question may seem innocent, but the tone of his voice was filled with venom.

"I- Uh- Rinsuke, sir.. And this is my Bro" Rin patted Sosuke's shoulder, causing him to flinch.

"Well, nice to meet you both but I must get going! And.." Oikawa walked a little closer to his relative, pulling her into his arms. "I'll be taking [F/N]-Chan with me"

Without another word, Tōru turned to walk away with [F/N] in his arms. She peeked behind her Brother, giving Rinsuke and Sosuke a small wave before they completely disappeared from view.

The walk home was quiet, yet Oikawa's arms were still wrapped around her smaller Figure. "Is something wrong Tōru nii..?"

"No, nothing's wrong. Don't worry [F/N]-Chan." She tried her best to struck up the conversation a bit more, but he gave either one word answers or stayed quiet. It felt unsettling, but [F/N] shrugged it off as soon as they reached the Front Door of their House.

"You better take a Shower right now" Was the first thing he mentioned as soon as they walked in, causing her to get startled a bit.

"Oh- uh- alright" [F/N] rushed upstairs and into her room, taking her clothes off slowly before popping herself into the shower.

Oikawa stayed downstairs, watching his previous games against other Teams. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the TV, he just couldn't. With the sound if the shower turned on, and [F/N] humming softly with the music in the background that she usually plays while cleaning herself up; it was hard to focus on anything but that.

Thoughts of her being exposed and freely displayed infront of him rushed through his brain. He knew it was wrong to think of her this way, but who was he kidding? He's fucking addicted.

The sound of the shower turning off caught his attention, meaning she was already done. Did time really fly by fast from all those thoughts? Either way, he couldn't care less.

She emerged from the stairs, descending slowly with her usual Home Outfit. The booty shorts he so feared that might break his last strand of self control, and her tank top that just fits perfectly against her body. It caused his ears to twitch ever so excitedly as soon as she plopped herself beside him without a word.

"Happy?" [F/N] let out as she took off the tow that wrapped around her hair.

Oikawa leaned forward, resting his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent, and eventually his tail descended from its straightened up posture. "Mm" He hummed.

"Why'd you want me to take a bath anyways? It's not like I was dirty or anything"

"You smelled like them." Tōru simply answered, his nose twitching from her sweet lavender scent.

"Hmmmm" [F/N] shifted slightly, putting a bit space between her and Oikawa. "Where's Mom by the way?"

"Oh right, I forgot to mention that she's over at a Friends house right now. Something about a Girls night out"

"Oh- pfft, typical, I can't blame her though. I would have also missed going out with my friends if I was always busy" He didn't reply, nor did he give some sort of answer. His eyes were still glued onto her face, taking in her beauty that he missed back in Argentina.

After a while of silence, he finally spoke up. "You should head to bed, you have Volleyball Practice tomorrow right?"

"Oh, yeah I do"

"Which Position did you obtain?"

"I got setter!"

Oh? So she did end up becoming the Setter of her Volleyball Team after all. "Why did you wanna become the Setter so badly? I mean, you're a great receiver. You should have chosen to become a Libero instead"

"I know, but.. I really wanna be just like you Tōru nii" [F/N] fidgeted in her spot, her eyes sparkled in the sight of her Older Brother. She looked so.. Vulnerable..

He took a sharp inhale, before breathing out. He wasn't gonna lie, it caught him off guard. But the goofy smile spreading across his face showed how ecstatic he was knowing that his Little Sister wanted to be just like him. "Really? [F/N]-Chan! I feel so honored"

She laughed softly, before turning her gaze back to the Game played out for them. "Well, you're the Best Setter I know so.. Is it alright if you'd teach me some things Tōru nii?"

Oikawa nodded, his ego going through the roof as he tilted his chin up. "Now how about this, if you wake up early tomorrow then we could practice together before you head to Schoo-"

"REALLY?! ALRIGHT- I'll go to Sleep now!" [F/N] shot up from her position of the couch, raising her arms in the air like a child. He was startled at first, but eventually smiled softly.

"Here, drink your Milk first. that way you'll go to sleep faster" Tōru picked up the glass of milk on the coffee table, handing it to her with the genuine smile that never fails to make her grin. She uttered a small 'Thank you' before drinking the Milk.

Meanwhile, Oikawa was sitting there, watching intently. Would it be wrong to tell her someday in the near future that he drugged her Milk before giving it to her?

"Phoowee, wow.. -I do feel sleepy.." [F/N] settled the cup back down, facing her older brother with lazy eyes. "Can you carry me up the stairs please? Pretty pleaseee? I'm too lazy"

Tōru pretend to be annoyed, even letting out a small grunt before picking her off the ground. "Alright"

They both ascended up the stairs, with [F/N] comfortably in his arms. It was as if she was molded to fit perfectly wrapped around his fingers.

By the time that they arrived at the front of her bedroom, she was out cold. Her breathing was more even, yet her hands still gripped onto his shirt. "Silly [F/N]-Chan, you really should pay more attention to things you drink. I wonder if your trust for me would shatter if you found out.." He seemed to be lost in thought as he lowered her sleeping figure

Oikawa was shifting, not being able to contain his excitement as he eagerly took off his own sweater. 'Fuck, she looked so defenceless'

He lowered himself a bit. Settling his right hand on top of her stomach, where it slowly dipped further down until he was able to cup her cunt. "Fuck.. Already soaked Princess?" He cooed softly, before pulling her Shorts off. Oikawa took a moment to admire her current state, his fingers gently sliding her cottoned panties off. 'Wouldn't want her to wake up early now'

Tōru licked two of his fingers a bit, before slowly inserting them inside of her pussy. It caused [F/N] to squirm a bit in her spot, her lips quivering slightly. "H-Hrgm..~"

"Shhh... It's alright Baby Girl, Tōru nii's gonna take good care of you okay.." In all honesty, he was still shocked from the fact that his sweet little sister was still a Virgin. It excited him even more to the point where he pistoned his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. The tightness of his pants slightly bothered him, causing the setter to quickly push the waist band lower.

It continued on for a bit, until he became restless. The pad of his thumb harshly pressed against her clit, making her jolt. "A-AHHH.. -" The lewd moan startled him, but he kept going at his pace. [F/N] continued to tremble under his touch, growing restless as she began to twist and turn in her spot.

He noticed how tighter it got, and more difficult it was to move his fingers. "Fuck.. You're squeezing my fingers like a Vice [F/N]-Chan.. Are you about to cum Princess? Come on, cum for Onii-Chan.." Oikawa continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. And eventually, just like he said; she came with a loud moan.

Without hesitation, he pulled her sleeping body up slightly, his back resting against the headboard. Oikawa settled her on his lap, where her cunt rested right on top of his Cock. He shivered a bit, feeling her cum dripping onto his hardened member. He let her lean into him as she continued to sleep peacefully.

As much as he wanted to keep her innocence, the desire to ruin her and completely claim her body as his own grew.

Tōru slowly lifted her up, wrapping his tail around her waist before spreading her cunt with his fingers. "I'm about to take something so valuable from you.." And with that, he dropped her onto his cock, causing it to quickly sink balls deep. [F/N] let out a loud shriek as her eyes flew open. Oikawa stilled his movements and let out a shaky sigh. It felt too good.. Way too good.

"Fuck.. [F/N] you're.. - s-so tight damn" He began to lift her hips up and down repeatedly, setting a steady pace. "I expected you to be tight but.. Wow- fuck it feels good Baby Girl"

It didn't take long for her to register what was going on, her Big Brother's dick sinking inside her pussy, his tail wrapping around her waist, it made her feel light headed to say the least. "T-Tō.. Tōru nii..? W-What are.. What are you doing? Please stop, it hurts.." She spoke in a soft tone, pushing her hands against his broad shoulders in an attempt to move away. But he was much more stronger than she was, and faster too.

"Ah, ah, ah.. Don't fight now [F/N]-Chan! If you struggle, it'll make me even more excited.." He said, licking his lips seductively. A shiver ran down her spine as her hips continued to move with his help.

"This is wrong- please stop- I-I won't tell anyone this ever h-happened.. I swear.. Just please sto- ooo-o.. AHHHHHHHH..!" Oikawa had enough of her babbling about how she didn't want any of this. So instead of taking it easy on her like how he planned. He began to buck his hips, causing a loud whimper to fall from her lips as she tried to continue her sentence. "P-Please Tōru nii stop..!"

"Fuck, I just told you that if you struggle it'll excite me more.. Are you doing this on purpose? You fucking slut.." His pace got even faster, and his thrust was more rough. "You know, seeing you with those Bastards really hurt me [F/N]-Chan! I thought I was the only Male in your Life"

The tone of his voice sounded as if he was genuinely hurt, she would have felt bad, she would have if it wasn't for the fact that he was literally pistoning his dick in and out of her pussy. "T-Tōru..~!" [F/N] moaned out his name. Somehow, it flicked a switch deep inside Oikawa.

Causing him to act by instincts. Instead of his usual thought out actions, he pushed her off, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one hand. His ears began to twitch, and the tail that he affectionately wrapped around her waist was now tightening its grip. "Tō-Tōru..!"

There it was again, it sounded like music to his ears. He needed to hear more of it right away. So without further interruptions, he began to spread her legs. [F/N] let out a small shriek as soon as she felt the tip of his member push against her folds.

Her toes curled, and her back arched. Tōru didn't care whether or not it hurt for her, his pace was rough and frantic. As if his Animalistic tropes were overpowering his usual humane self. He wanted to breed her so badly, spill his sperm deep inside her womb until she was a quivering mess. "T-TŌRU, TŌRU!" His name continuously spilled out of her mouth.

And no doubt, it made him even more rough with her. "Fuck! You're such a fucking slut for hanging out with those Bastards. should've known you'd do this from the start" There it was, his tip hitting that spot that made her see stars. She flinched, her moans getting even more uncontrollably louder. "Yeah? You like that? You like it here?" Tōru moved his free hand below her ass, lifting her up slightly where he could easily thrust up to her G-Spot.

"H-Hrm..! T-Tōru.. 'M Cumming, I'm Cumming Tōru!"

"Then cum, Princess" And just like that, [F/N] came around his cock. Her eyes closing slightly as she rode out her orgasm. But Oikawa didn't stop there, he was chasing his own high after all. With a few more seconds of him thrusting harshly into her abused cunt, he finally came undone. Spilling his cum deep in her womb with a shaky sigh. "F.. Fuck.. Yeah.."

His cock softened, but he didn't pull away nor did he move an inch. Oikawa rested on top of her, his breathing becoming even. "Onii Chan loves you.. You do know that right..?" [F/N] nodded, her lips quivering from the over stimulation being present.

"Use your words pretty girl, I wanna hear you say it" He caressed her hair, stroking some of his finger through.

"Yes, I know.."

"What do you know?"

"I.. T-That... Tōru nii loves me.."

"Good Girl. You do know that no one else loves you right? I love you more than anyone in the whole wide world" She nodded slowly, fidgeting slightly.

"You love me, right?"

"I love you" Despite being mortified earlier, she eventually snuggled closer to her Older Brother. Giving into his twisted fantasies. He felt satisfied with himself, pulling her even closer. She couldn't deny him, she couldn't fight. After all, big brothers know best.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Part 6

Never had Erik thought he'd be in a room with four non-related bad females watching tv and eating fried chicken.. fully clothed.. but here he was choking down biscuits with jug tea and enjoying himself.

"Y'all should come to the party we puttin on Saturday it's finna be lit. People gone get fucked up, watch."

"We heard," Ashleigh scoffed. "Just ghetto.... I'll be there," she saluted with two fingers.

"Yeah, I'm going," a voice yelled from the bathroom.

"So Erik. What made you pledge with the Ques," Tania asked while painting her own toenails blue. He looked back at the tv. They'd just finished an entertaining group discussion about men vs. women: Who cheats more. Erik said women and they said Ques. He had to defend the honor of the bruhs.

"It was the only real decision. Purple and gold till I die."

"Thot till you die," Ashleigh added. He knew each of their names now having deemed them all as legit. His lip twisted at the comment, knowing they were right but not wanting them to BE right.

"Black men don't cheat," he said soberly, laughing in his head as they grunted and tuh'd their disagreement. He had to rep for the fellas. Holding to his position, he playfully argued with them just for them to dismiss his bullshit.

"Aight so Brit..," he smiled making direct eye contact. He wanted her to hold it with him so he could flirt with her some more. "Why Delta?"

"Because I'm an intelligent, illustrious sista and my torch will forever burn," she fired without thought. Her stare never faultered as he eye-fucked her openly. He rubbed his beard with a look that said 'not bad'.

"Also. My mother was a Delta..," she added and his eyes went to her robe hiding the sleeve tattoo on her arm dedicated to her mother's memory. Charmayne. He had the tattoo memorized. "I would've gotten her endorsement but.. you know..." she sighed, shoulders raising. "What made you a poodle," she asked Tania, quick to change the subject. Tania moved her own braids off her shoulder.

"Honestly?" Her face went serious and everyone in the room quieted to hear. "Well, I don't talk about this a lot because it's really personal... but.."

Erik hung on waiting for the spill.

"But," she sighed pausing with her polish. "I... honestly... I just liked the colors..."

"GIRL!" Brit shook her head.

"It's the truth," Tania snickered. "Shit I messed up my toe."

Erik blew out through his nose.

"What you laughing at Stevens," Tania grinned.

"YOU," he smirked looking back to her. The fuck it sound like he was laughing at? He'd have to come around more. These girls were comical. After two hours hanging out he decided to head on out. Standing to stretch, he looked at Brit in the eye for a good second as she stared back then he smiled, rolled his eyes, and looked away.

"Which one of y'all is the witch.. what y'all do to me," he asked like he was serious. "I can't believe I'm in a room of fine ass women and we ain't fucked."

"One out of four ain't bad," Brit fired causing the others including him to look at her with raised brows. It ain't like they ain't know but they ain't expect her to say it like that.

"Okay Brit!" His chest jumped in a laugh.

"Hey," she shrugged watching him and on his way out he couldn't resist thinking how he'd definitely come over to smash again.. as soon as they both had time on their schedules.

In the meantime, he had shit to attend to with classes, his workout, tutoring classmates, tutoring high school kids part time for cash, completing his assignments early to stay on top of his GPA, training Pete, getting sleep. Then he had to take the liquor money and go get the alcohol and juice for the party since he was one of the few who had a car. Other ques had different responsibilities so he ain't have an issue getting the alcohol. He wasn't paying for it.

When Saturday rolled around, Erik was high as fuck at 2 PM getting ratchet with the crew at Waffle House, his arms stretched over the back of his bench as he sat uncomfortable like he had to burp.. He had to bark! He had to. He started a chorus of loud deep barking as his bros backed him up.

"YOU READY FOR THE PARTY," Coogi amped clapping his baseball mit hands as the other niggas wilded taking over the Waffle House. Everyone in that bitch was from the same school and would probably be at the party.

"HELL YEA..," they all barked in pack unison, greeks along with the randoms in the joint. This was an Omega sanctuary, everyone knew that.

"Eh shiiidd," Erik grinned, goofy with his gold kutout fronts flashing on his top row. He was too high for that shit as they stomped and stepped doing a chant ending with them all doing their donkey kicks. Erik was jumping in spirit but getting his fatboy on physically. He paused his fork long enough to join when they all yelled "SHIIIIID."

"Get ya ass up," Grayson tugged on Erik's arm and Erik snatched it back, lunging like a rottweiler and showing his grill as he barked at him to back him the fuck up. The barks came in around him again and Grayson leaped, rubbing Erik's head and shaking his shoulders, cheering as Erik hopped up and started jumping, strolling with the group through the Waffle House as they cranked the music. Erik's head shook like he was tryna make his whole jaw shake with it and as he stuck his tongue out with his hand at an angle next to his head, bitches sitting around would grin and giggle with their friends. It felt so good to be an omega.

The night of the party, the venue was packed with hella niggas and hella females and the music was loud just like Erik liked it. It was hot as hell with everyone on top of each other, people sweating and fucked up off the omega oil. Erik was one of them. He was surrounded by people as he bounced a girl he'd lifted around his waist, daggering and dry-humpin her like a jamaican as onlookers cheered them on.

A scan through the party would show twerking, girls poppin ass half naked on the floor, niggas losing their cafeteria dinner in the most random of places, girls slipping in their heels they ain't have no business wearing, niggas jigging like they sweet for attention and throwin up their frat symbols like gang signs. And that was just the main area. Not to mention the people off fuckin in the cut. Erik felt at home finding another two girls to freak dance on and even makeout with at the same time all in the open before slapping hands with Coogi who squeezed by and called him "the nigga." Erik felt very much like that nigga and put his hands under one of the girls' crop top to grab a handful because she had big titties. Removing one hand, he boldly slipped it into the band of the other girl's bootyshorts grabbing a handful of that pussy too. She looked shocked but ain't pull his hand out. "Kiss me," he smirked and she did with a lot of tongue. "FUCK," he yelled speed fingering her as she held tight to his arm. He yanked the other girl closer and pulled her crop top but she quickly pulled it back down, giggling nervously so he focused on the girl who he was currently fingerfucking in the open with people watching. He hadn't seen her before to his knowledge but now that didn't matter. She was moaning crazily and cumming on his fingers, his hand was wet.

When he pulled it out, he used the same hand to grab her head and push her down to her knees, pressing her face to his zipper. He ain't have to tell her what to do, cameras flashed as she unzipped him and pulled out his bigass dick. It was painted half eggplant purple and half gold.

She gaped, her mouth dropped wide like she wanted to die laughing and he sniggered as he pulled her back up to her feet not wanting her to mess up the paint job as he heard the hype barking signaling him to join the line strolling through the party. He kicked his pants and briefs off leaving them with the random girl as he strolled with his painted dick out swangin as people laughed, barked, oooo'd, whistled, and cheered his crazy ass on. He ain't have nothing to hide.

The que line slid and danced through the party flirting with all the girls in their path as they chanted.

"WE SLIIIDEE!... WE SLIIIDEEE!"

Erik threw up his hand at an angle beside his head and wagged his long tongue as he danced side to side staring when he made eye contact with Brit who was smiling with her eyes again. He rolled his hips and stripped his shirt off throwing it in her direction causing her eyes to go huge as she laughed to her friend, Tania.

Tania was staring at his dick like it was a marvel of science and Brit was licking her lips giving him the look like he wouldn't go over there and fuck her on the spot with a crowd of wild ass witnesses. Now butt naked in his gold sprayed boots with nothing but his gold necklace and grills, he raised his fingers in a V and flicked his tongue between looking dead in her eyes. He wanted to do it to her right then and didn't care who saw. She pursed her lips playfully daring him to come over with her 'fuck me' eyes and his ass almost did, but he wagged his finger no with a smirk as he shook and rolled his head like the nasty dog he was.

"WE SLIIIDEE!... WE SLIIIDEE!... THROUGH THE CLUB!.. WE TAAAKE!... THAT PUSSAYYY!... WE KIIILLL!... THAT PUSSAYYY!"

Erik was entertained watching girls swoon over his frat brothers like they were celebrities and when the stroll ended, he found Brit in the crowd. She was dancing but not shaking her ass. Her hair was up in one of those top knots and she wore all black. A fitted black jumpsuit and some some low black heels. He snuck up behind her, gripping her waist and laughed, doubling over when she flinched. Her face said murder when she looked back, fist balled ready to swing, but her whole body relaxed, fist dropping as she realized it was him.

"NIGGA, DONT DO THAT!"

"MY BAD," he chuckled, not sorry at all.

"HERE TAKE YO SHIRT!" She tossed it at his chest and he caught it grabbing her waist again to pull her in close to his body.

"ERIK! WHERE YO DAMN.. OH MY GOD," she smiled looking at her friends who were dying and folding over in giggles. One even snorted and Erik's nose jokingly turned up in judgement.

"AYE HOLD UP DON'T GO NOWHERE!" Erik left her standing there to walk around in search of that girl with his pants and boxers. In the meantime, about two bold girls reached out to stroke his bicep and one girl who thought she was slick touched his dick. Before she could remove her fingers, he gripped her arm and pulled her, snatching her red solo cup to guzzle the omega oil in it and kiss her in the mouth. "YOU WANNA SUCK IT," he asked over the noise and she nodded.

Temporarily, he abandoned the search for his pants in favor of getting a blowjob a couple feet away and she wasn't bad. She was into it, but he was so drunk he couldn't nut. Pulling his dick back, he noticed she'd sucked it with the paint on it but he couldn't worry about that. He kept moving through the party until he found that girl holding his shit as she threw that ass in a circle of his frat brothers. Swaggin up, he snatched his shit and put it on, pushing her hand away as she tried to pull him onto her.

With his pants sagging over his briefs, he wandered through the party looking for Brit and finding Ashleigh. She wasn't drunk enough for his liking so he offered to get her a cup, draping his heavy and thick glistening arm over her shoulder. She said she was fine and chuckled. It looked like she was just people-watching.

The music switched and he decided to ask her since she was there, "You know where Brit went?"

"Actually," she blinked adjusting her glasses as she looked up at him, "I was just looking for her."

So now the both of them walked through the party together in search of Brit, finding Tania. Tania pointed them back where they'd come from and there was Brit... kissing some nigga on the mouth with a red solo cup raised high in her hand.

Pushing random niggas in his path aside, he walked up with Ashleigh on his trail and used his hand to karate chop between their lips, separating them as Brit's eyes popped open side-eyeing him.

"MM-MM!! WHAT YOU DOING," she squinted confused as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. The nigga looked just as confused until Erik grabbed Brit's face with both hands and kissed her hard, his hands sliding down her body as he pulled her body flush against hers. Her tongue tasted like the liquor and she smelled like it too. He kept pulling her in tighter and her arms wrapped around his neck, her leg raising like she wanted to climb him.

Grabbing her thigh, he bent to grab the other and before he could think she was up in the air, big legs around his tapered waist as he held her up by the ass with just his hands. His feet were moving and he didn't realize until he was outside and far away from the party that he'd actually left the party and was carrying her. Where? He didn't know. She gripped his face hard like he didn't have bones in it, forcing him to focus on her and to become fully absorbed in her lips and her touch.. and he just kept walking..

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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One Night Only 2, Part 4

Dedicated to @muse-of-mbaku it's finally winding down into a conclusion. Word Count: 2,084

Warnings: Softboi!Erik, Smut

Anthony was fed, your lyrics were coming along well, and Anaya was at peace outside.. enjoying the quiet serenity before it was time to leave and hit the recording studio. You really wanted her to see you at work and in your element, vibing with the team. You'd hyped it to the point of getting her excited now you really had to give it 120%. You were confident. The moment of emotional calm in the house should've been enough. Things had cooled down greatly. But you needed more than that. Much more. You craved clarity, closure, and to clear the muggy air between two of your very best friends. The miscommunication couldn't go on forever.

"Corey," you start once he picks up, "We really need to talk about you and Anaya and clear this whole mess up. If your love is real, you owe the relationship at least that much effort bro. Come on."

"Mane, I can talk to you about the shit. I just can't talk to her or look at her 'cause on God I'm a cry on some goofy shit. Nigga heart hurt."

"I get that. You know I do. Think of what you're throwing away if you're wrong about all this though. If she is telling the truth and it's a misunderstanding, where you gonna go from there? She don't trust you now!"

"ME?! I ain't fuckin do none. I ain't cheat not one time. Everyone know I'm in a relationship with her ass and if they don't, I tell em. I been real mothafuckin ass loyal. Still ain't fuckin nobody else bruh. My ass celibate. I'm horny as shit.."

"Ew, nigga, I ain't ask you that. Send me the picture Rasheeda sent you. Also, why you talking to Rasheeda in the first place? Hm?"

"I don't talk to her, she be there when I visit Anaya for lunch. Real cordial."

"Cordial my ass! Corey, she's a conniving bitch. Did you fuck her?"

"Did I fuck h--Did you ignore what the fuck I just said?" You hear him mutter away from the phone, "Got me fucked up.." When his voice comes back, he continues to deny it. "I just told yo deaf ass I ain't fuck noooobody!"

You sigh. You don't know what to think but you feel like he'd admit it if he had. He's too unapologetic and in your face to lie about something he did or didn't do. Way too much pride. He reminds you a lot of Erik in that way and you can see why they're cool. They're too similar not to be. A lightbulb flashes in your mind and you rush Corey off the phone reminding him to forward you the incriminating image. Immediately, you speed-text Erik.

Y/N: Whenever you get back I need a favor. It involves Corey and Anaya

It's about two minutes before he responds.

Erik: Ok

Erik: Speaking of

Your phone rings and it's his name on the screen which triggers your smile like you've been conditioned. "Baaabe," you sing happy to get even just a little of his time.

"Don't babe me. You out here acting up, twerking in random restaurants? Where was the energy this morning when I wanted some?" You sigh fighting the smile still tugging at your lips. He'd seen the video. It still shocks you how fast things spread.

"That's okay though," he continues calmly, "I'm glad you had fun.. all ratchet and shit. It's cute. Keep that same energy and be in the bedroom at 6. I want you naked and in position, no lingerie.. Naked."

"I'm supposed to be going to the studio to record," you remind him, laughing inside. You knew he would be like this when you left him this morning.

"Well then go to the studio, lil girl. I'll fuck you in the booth, I don't give a fuck," he says as if discussing dinner plans. His chill was enviable.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," you grin.

"Oh you bold. Okay, babygirl." He hangs up abruptly and you stare at the phone thinking about the check you just wrote... On second thought. You were kind of running your mouth, you weren't serious. Your team at the studio watching you get railed would be awkward. You'd have to ask them to step out then continue the session after like nothing happened. Shuffling to the deck, you find Anaya looking at the sky.

"Um," you grin awkwardly when she looks at you. "Would you be disappointed if we didn't hit the studio just yet?" She gapes and pouts, visibly disappointed.

"Come on, Y/N. You got me hyped to see a live recording session. Come through Cali hoe!"

Groaning, you shift on your feet. Cali Hoe. That would make a good song title. Tally ho, Cali hoe. "Anaya.. Girl.. You don't understand," you snicker.

"So explain it to me."

You sigh humored, "Erik... is threatening sex in the booth if I go in today."

There's a sputtering chuckle to the side at your expense and you nod sarcastically. You shouldn't have told her. "What's up with this negro and public escapades? Always doing something. Just wild for no reason.." she pauses before adopting a devilish grin. "Nahhh bitch, you going," she says looking you up and down. "I'm thoroughly in need of some entertainment and this is perfect."

"I don't think you understand," you laugh anxiously.

"No, it's very simple. Do you want that wild and reckless unpredictability you fell in love with or nah? He's been consistent. Be happy he's still the same person to you all this time later..," she pauses and you know Corey is still heavy in her thoughts. He was a part of her at this point that she couldn't shake off or detach from. "..And you know you love it! So don't think so much," she says with eyes as earnest as a child's. There was so much passion and care in her voice. It drops an octave as she stares at you. "Do you wanna get fucked at home, missionary with the lights out in your bedroom for the next however many years... or do you wanna get your guts jammed in that recording booth?"

"BRUH," you yell. Missionary with the lights off isn't even in your nigga's vocabulary.

"Judging by that balcony sex tape--"

"HUSH! ...DAMN!" You get the point though and the correlation. "Fine," you sigh. "This one's for you... Recording booth it is."

---

"I think this is working so far. I like it, but run that last part back. I need to change the speed of the rhythm.. right here just a bit.. slow it down to fit my flow when I transition. It kinda jumps. Can we mix in a little something so that--"

"I got you," your producer says, immediately moving to tweak the sound. "I does this.. I got you." He knows your style choices by now and your sound. He's also very patient because you know what you want.

"Yeah, and then I'll go in and record the accents." You look at Anaya and wave her over. She's been feeling it so far so you put her in the booth and make her sing through a backing track. Her voice sounds amazing layered under yours and you feel like a musical virtuoso. A firm hand squeezing your asscheek makes you jump a little, developing a crazy look in your eye because how dare any crusty person in this booth touch you, but then you look and it's just Erik. He grips you up against his chest and as his lips smile into your neck, his hand works its way quickly into your panties.

"Wait," you whisper frantically, looking around. He's got everyone staring. You know it. You try to move, but he won't let you and he won't remove his damned hand from inside your panties. You look down and you can see the bulge in your pants moving around. It's super obvious and blatant. You kiss your teeth and he chuckles into your neck.

"You ain't mad, you wet... Talking all that shit," he whispers so only you hear. You are wet and incredibly horny, but the close-up audience is too much. You can look in everyone's eyes and it makes you nervous. His fingers climb inside of you causing you to clench as Anaya tries to contain the humor in her expression. You roll your eyes to camouflage your arousal, also ready to slap your producer for his wandering eye on your zipper. As your song plays forgotten in the background, Erik snickers silently, thoroughly entertained with himself, "I told you. You forget I let you think you're in control.. Who's in charge?"

"...You are," you whisper, distracted by this breath on your ear and neck. He's rubbing you down below and it sends a chill through you.

"And who am I? Put some base in your voice." He's going all out today. You shake your head and he bites your ear. "Say it."

"Daddy," you blurt.

"Show over. Everyone get the fuck out," he yells and people bounce immediately, Anaya being the last and walking out slowly. His fingers leave you and you yank your body away raring to light into him but he snatches you back by your arm and throws you over the equipment.

"ERIK! You better PRAY you d-didn't mess anything up," you stutter.

"I don't give a fuck." He yanks down your clothes and grips your hair firmly in his fist bringing your head back as he pushes slowly into your entrance, his lips at your ear. "You know what to do. Turn up."

It felt too good not to. Relenting to the feeling, you throw it back, working him as he tugs roughly on your hair. Without warning, he begins crashing into you and your legs buckle. Pressing his hand into your back, he proceeds to drive his hips into you. You've long been ruined for other dick. An image of a hotdog in a hallway comes to mind. "You better.. not.. ever die," you grunt through his thrusts.

"Fuck you talking bout?"

"Where.. I'm a find.. dick, uhh.. like thiss," you hiss. He collapses on top of you, his heavy body bouncing in wheezing laughter. "I'm serious," you breathe.

Once you're put back together, he checks you out to make sure you're presentable and invites the team back into the studio. They run through the song one more time with all of the improvements as if nothing had happened and he grabs your cheeks in one hand, smacking a loud kiss on your lips. "Good job," he says.

---

In your bedroom, he's changing into his dark grey workout gear on his way back out to meet his trainer. You know better than to stand between him and his workout session because his image is part of his fame and his money, but you have to talk to him.

"Hey Erik?"

"Sup," he says lifting from the bed and shifting you out of his path, "I gotta go baby."

"I know. Just wanted to tell you, I fired Raven. She was negligent toward Anthony and I caught her in here trying on my clothes. Then she wouldn't leave immediately, it was weird. Corey and Anaya are going through a potential breakup because he thinks she's cheating and she swears she isn't. She's basically been taking care of the baby alone and I feel like I have to fix it. Also, I still don't know who leaked my number because if it wasn't Armont, then who was it?"

He drops back onto the bed rubbing his face. Pulling out his phone, he makes a call and you stare at him confused.

"Yeah, Pers.. I can't make it today...."

"NO, I didn't mean--" you shake your head silently pantomiming for him to hang up and go ahead. You didn't mean for him to drop everything and handle it right on the spot. You just needed to vent and wanted him to know what was going on.

"Yeah, I know. I'll work out from here and meet you tomorrow.... Sumo squats, back squats, leg curls, and lunges.... and the treadmill, yep... aight."

Gaping, you stare in regret, but he stands slowly to hug you with seemingly no hard feelings.

"Fix your face. Don't feel bad, you're more important than my workout. I got a whole home gym, I can workout at home. You obviously need me right now."

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