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luckyyluka · 5 months

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Tomorrow

Shayne Topp x gn!reader

Summary: You're playing Love Is Blind for a Smosh video, and you seem to have more similarities than you thought with someone else at the table...

Requested: "A Shayne fic, based on the last games video? Love is blind where reader is part of cast or crew and trying to answer all the questions to get Shayne?????" from Anonymous !

Notes: NO use of y/n. AN - I hope I did this justice! I personally really do Not like how it turned out, but I worked on this for literally days trying to fix it, i thought about re-doing it but I just really couldn't figure out how to put into words the vision I had :/ But I hope you guys like it atleast! I thought that maybe I'm just being my own worst critic right now, so I figured I'd just post it and see where it leads.

Please let me know what you think! And my inboxes are always open if you have any other requests, any thoughts, or just wanna chat :)

Credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

Trigger Warnings: None.

it was one video.

one stupid little video.

but it changed everything.

courtney dragged you from your desk chair and over to the studio. "i'm not even scheduled to be in this video, court!" you protested.

"yes you are! there's been a change of plans," they said with a smile, "amanda can't make it, so you're filling in!"

you groaned, "okay, okay!" you pulled away from her with your hands up, showing that you wouldn't run if she let you go.

the smosh games table was surrounded. angela, empty seat, arasha, chanse, spencer, empty seat, and shayne. you and courtney took your seats, filling the two unoccupied chairs - yours between chanse and shayne, and courtney's between angela and arasha. you gasped when you saw the cards on the table.

"love is blind! this is one of my favorite games!" you said happily. everybody giggled and you didn't miss the way shayne curled his lips up at you with that sweet smile of his.

"okay, let's get started. before we start the video, does everybody know how to play this game?" courtney asked the table. everybody nodded. all of us had already played at one point or another when hanging around at the office.

they gave us the signal that we were recording, and courtney didn't hesitate to start the video.

"i'm here to find love. and we all are here to find love," courtney began, almost awkwardly. "have you watched love is blind? no? doesn't matter. we're gonna play it today and we're gonna show you what love is all about," she said with purpose, despite slurring their words just a bit. they continued on to explain how the game works to the audience.

you couldn't help that your eyes kept wandering to shayne, and you hoped it wouldn't be too obvious, atleast to the camera. but shayne knew you. and he met your gaze every time he caught you staring. he smiled at you. sometimes even giggled a bit. one time, he had even winked, which got a big laugh out of you. the outburst had gotten you in trouble, though, so he made a mental note to not do that in the middle of a video again... despite how much it amused him.

this time, however, he was all in. he mouthed words to you that you weren't sure you translated correctly.

i am... going to... marry.... chanse...?

well, maybe you were right on that one. he would pull something goofy like that for a video, no doubt.

part of you was tempted to bite back, foil his plan and convince chanse to marry you instead... but you decided to see how the game starts before figuring out your game plan.

once courtney had finished the intro of the video, you spoke up, "i'm so ready to be married," you looked around the table, the faces of your friends all ready to play the game, "i'm just, like, ready to meet... the one, you know?" you exaggerated a smile.

"he's out there," arasha responded with a nod.

"or she," you added.

"or they," chanse blurted out with a happy-go-lucky smile on his face.

"this is so exciting," angela clasped her hands together and repeated, "this is so exciting."

"i like that you did that twice," courtney pointed at angela, and angela pointed back with a nod.

"so who are our contestants today?" courtney smiled as they looked around.

before anybody else could speak, chanse went ahead with his introduction. "hi, i'm chanse. i'm twenty-two years old." okay, so we're going for characters today. "i'm here to find love, i'm looking for someone to laugh with," his smile stayed wide as he spoke, "i'm looking for someone who i don't get into fights with, we do not yell," he stated.

"good luck, honey," angela laughed, and so did the rest of the table. all except shayne, who seemed to be... getting into character? maybe?

but to your surprise, he was the first to speak up next. "hi, i'm shayne. i'm thirty-two, and i work in d-" he stuttered, "digital media." he flashed a goofy side smile, the same ones that guys make when they're trying too hard to flirt.

he continues, "and i do believe that love is blind... i've had a lot of bad luck in the past, but you know..." he chuckles, "that's okay. that's - it's... not my fault," he gives an almost painful smile to the camera.

"oh -" courtney replies, shocked. the rest of you laugh.

"it's okay," shayne repeats, but this time, he mimics putting eyedrops in his eyes. everybody cheers with a little more laughter, "it's just... it's just been really hard," shayne continues before laughing along.

aside from the dramatics, you noticed that shayne didn't seem to be playing a part like chanse was. you'll investigate that later...

soon, courtney changes the subject, deciding it was time for her to introduce herself next. "hi, i'm courtney," they say in an excitable tone, "i'm twenty-one years old," she giggles.

another character.

"i have been dating for too long," she says as she explains that she's ready to settle down.

"incredible," angela slurs her words as she holds up the wine glass in front of her. a character.

finally, you introduce yourself. you give your real age instead of a fake one, but you hadn't decided just yet if there was any character you'd be playing.

next, angela held up her empty wine glass again, "hey, i'm angela, i was the one who was overserved by a couple of p.a.'s in the back," she slurs. "i work in media digital, and i also have a fabric brand that i'm trying to soft launch..." she smiles as she fakes intoxication, "but i'm here for love!" she clarifies..

"hey everybody, my name's arasha," the spotlight shifts over to arasha, who speaks in a sickly sweet tone of voice, "i'm twenty... just turned twenty," she smiles innocently.

"okay, she's the youngest at the table," you say tauntingly. arasha gives you a look that says 'watch it,' but you only giggle in response. "also, you can't drink, someone take that wine glass away from her!" you point across the table accusingly.

angela attempts to reach over, but feigns drunkenness and can't seem to reach the glass in time. arasha swipes it, "we're filming this in europe," she clarifies loudly. all of you give each other looks that say 'we are not letting that slide' as you laugh together.

arasha continues in the same exaggerated voice she was once using before, "i work in graphic design, and i do believe that love is gay."

you, chanse, and courtney all gasp before laughing along, "it's blind," chanse says loudly.

"excuse me," arasha apologizes as she sits up straight.

now that introductions were finally out of the way, angela decides to start the game. she reads from the first card she picked up. "'what might be on your bucket list? a, climbing mount. everest. b, starting a family. c, becoming financially independent.'"

"you sound hot, arasha says to angela, as if she can't see her... like there's wall blocking the two of them from seeing each other. "are you sleepy?"

instead of responding, angela just says, "the rosé they have in the girl's room is crazy!"

"that's not rose, honey," you say to angela, and courtney continues, "that's toilet water..."

arasha and shayne laugh along as chanse organizes the cards on the table again. as he does so, angela speaks in her own voice again, not the overexaggerated drunk voice, which proves her to be sober in case her acting was a little too convincing. "my favorite on this show is the difference between the girl's rooms and the boy's rooms, where the girls are always journaling and doing yoga, while the boys are always playing pool."

courtney agrees, "always playing pool!" they exclaim, and arasha nods her head in agreement.

you look over to shayne, laughing to yourselves as you acknowledge that neither of you have watched the show... and might possibly be the only two here who haven't.

finally, angela flips over her card to get the game back on track. "i voted for financially independent," she announces as her card has a large c in the middle.. she flips over five more cards, all from the rest of you, and reads them aloud.

c, b, c, b, b. one point with chanse. one point with shayne.

courtney and arasha raise their hands as they twirl their hair, letting angela know that they matched with her. you, however, placed a b, meaning that you voted for starting a family.

when you go to grab your card from the middle, shayne goes to grab his at the same time. your hands brush against each other, reflexively looking at each other before you quickly averted your gaze to look anywhere else but him.

as chanse grabs his card, his voice lowers about three octaves as he says, "i care about families..."

shayne continues his joke, "i'm vin diesel, i care about family." and the three of you laugh together, while the other three at the table don't seem to be listening.

"okay but what about mount. everest?"

"that's stupid," shayne says as the others talk.

"climb it!" arasha says again.

"are you sure?" courtney asks arasha.

"that's fucking stupid," shayne says again, and you laugh with him, both of you looking at each other with creased eyes and big smiles, while everybodies attention seemed to be on angela.

"you guys ever heard of the climb by miley cyrus?" arasha announces, which brings more laughter from you and shayne, while also getting some giggles from the rest of the table as well.

moving on, arasha grabs a new card and begins to read it out loud, "'how often do you read? a, do articles online count? b, i pick up my book, but end up watching tv. c, i'm a total bookworm.'"

once everybody makes their decisions and puts their cards down, arasha continues. "i have to tell you the truth, i pick up my book..." she turns her card over to reveal a giant b on the face of it, "but i end up watching tv."

everybody gasps, and chanse turns his card over to show another b. "i also pick up my book, but end up watching tv..."

courtney repeats the line again as she flips her card to show yet another b, then follows angela as she slurs on her words a bit, also adding in a little mention of her fabric company.

finally, you flip your card to show a c, something different than the others had, and say, "i love reading, what can i say," you smile.

shayne flips his card to show a letter matching yours, "i also love reading. i read a lot," he flashes a smug smirk on his face.

second point with shayne.

"what's your fabric?" courtney asks angela.

angela responds with a name she just made up in her head, '1-800-fabrik-girlie', then proceeds to double down that she's only here for love.

arasha looks to the camera, and as if it's a confessional, and says, "honestly, if i have to hear about the fabric one more time, i'm going to lose my shit. also, this girl consistently drinks toilet water."

everybody laughs, then angela straightens up and plays her confessional. "if i have to hear this girl brag about being the youngest here again, i'm going to lose my mind. also, she doesn't know i'm putting tequila in the toilet water."

without skipping a beat, shayne turns to face the camera for yet another confessional. "i can't see them but i can tell that they're all idiots."

the group of you laugh together, and you fall into shayne with your head on his shoulder as giggles escape you. he almost embraces it before he can think. he loved your laugh, he loved when you doubled over, hiding your face in his shoulder or at his chest while he laughed along with you.

but you were filming, and this wasn't a time where he could test how far he could go when touching you. normally, he'd put his arm around you, pull you in closer, tease you while you laughed. maybe he'd even trace his fingers along your arm and see if he can feel the chills rise on your skin in response. and he usually could.

the video continued on, and you laughed with the rest of the group, but what stood out to you were the little moments you and shayne had when nobody else was paying attention. the jokes and jabs you both would say. when nobody else was listening, atleast shayne would be.

a while into the game and courtney was proposing to angela. everybody checked their points out loud, and when it came time for you to read yours, you realized that you had a whole ten points with shayne, whereas you only had a maximum of seven with the others. shayne also noticed this, but gave it a few more rounds before deciding how to proceed with his game.

a few more questions pass by, and after getting another two out of three points aligned with you, shayne stood up.

"i would like to propose," shayne said dramatically. everybody gasped. your first thought was chanse. after all, he did say he was going to before the game even started. and shayne was never one to be too serious. you looked next to you, smiling at chanse... but shayne didn't say his name. he said yours.

quickly, you turned around to shayne where he was already on his feet, ring in hand, ready to get down on one knee.

as much as it made your little heart actually do flips, you kept your cool, gasping exaggeratingly for the sake of the video. "me?" you exclaimed with a beaming smile.

you got up and fluttered over to shayne, "well i'll be, this can't be true! mother, i've found me a male suitor," you looked somewhere behind the camera, waving to your imaginary mother in the crowd.

shayne winced with a laugh, as the rest of the group exaggerated their oooh's and ahhhh's.

finally, he knelt down on one knee and held up a plastic ring with both hands. he called your name, "will you marry me?" he asked dramatically.

you felt the blush that tried to creep onto your face. 'it's just a video,' you reminded yourself. but that only helped so much. you laughed, nodding in response. "oh, by golly! i'm getting married!" you said as if you were a woman on a 60's black and white television show. you curtsied your imaginary dress and let shayne place the ring on your finger.

"24 karat," shayne said as if he was trying to convince you, and you giggled.

"i wouldn't have accepted if it wasn't," you winked, playing as if you were only after the money.

the rest of the video played out as can be expected, with lots of jokes, laughs, some yelling and screaming, and more.

when everybody started to pack up to head home for the evening, shayne found you fairly quickly.

"hey..."

you looked up at him, "hey," you smiled sweetly.

"the video, uh... it was fun," he started awkwardly.

shit, what happened? you must have done something wrong. fuck. abandon ship, abandon ship!

but you only nodded, "yeah."

"well i was, um, thinking... i mean, i know it's just some silly card game, but the way we kept getting the same answers so many times got me thinking..."

you stopped putting things into your bag and stood up, finally coming face to face with him. "what?" you asked, urging for him to continue.

"i just mean.. well, i've never felt more myself than when i'm with you. it's been like that for a while, but i didn't really let myself think about it for too long... until now. and i've always had this feeling of wanting to be closer to you, i guess? and... ah, fuck," he tried to continue, but gave up. he couldn't seem to find the right words.

you were about to speak up, to encourage him to keep going, that he was doing great. but before you could, his hand rested on your waist and he gently pulled you towards him. his lips met yours and your hands went up to meet the sides of his face. his other hand met the other side of your waist, and the feeling of his thumb brushing over your almost-exposed skin where your shirt began to ride up sent shivers down your spine.

when you finally pulled away, his lips followed yours before he finally pulled himself away, too. your eyes met, and you couldn't help but notice how pretty his eyes were - especially from where you currently stood - and you never wanted to be further away from them than this ever again.

your foreheads rested against each other when shayne finally broke the comfortable silence, "can i maybe take you on a date sometime, my fair lady?" he poked fun at the 60's television woman that you played earlier.

you giggled. "i'd love that," you smiled before kissing him again.

"let's hurry, i've got to go and tell momma before it gets too dark out! oh, she'll be worried sick!" you feigned, grabbing your bag as you dashed through the office and out the door. shayne hurried to keep up with you, laughing as you both raced to his car.

the two of you usually carpooled to and from work together, since you only lived a few streets away from him.

on the way back to your place, the car ride was full of laughter, music, obnoxiously loud singing, and sometimes even subtle skin-to-skin contact that sent shivers through you (and him).

finally arriving at your apartment, you got out of his car and waved goodbye. you both said goodnight to each other, and you lingered at the car window for a moment as you hesitated walking away.

"tomorrow," shayne shouted with a small smile as you were almost at the door.

you looked behind you, "tomorrow!" you shouted back before closing your door and locking it.

you smiled wide with your back against the front door, and you sighed happily. a million thoughts were already running through your mind, what would you wear? what time? should he pick you up or meet you there? but only one of your thoughts stood out the most.

tomorrow.

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pedropascallme · 3 months

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How about a fic where the reader also works at Smosh and they recently started dating but they haven't gone beyond kissing AND BAM FIRST TIME HAPPENS- really sexy, fluffy, gentle, maybe he picks her up a little bit, and they take time exploring eachother. You'd do so gooood! We truly need more Damien fic in this fandom 😭🔥

More, More, More

Pairing: Damien Haas x f!Reader

Summary: “You tilted your head, scanning his face; he blinked hard once, and fixed his posture, pushing his shoulders back slightly before relaxing them. Your hand trailed up his arm, tracing his tattoos and then loosely grabbing at his bicep.”

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) p in v sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, praise, uhhh some Hereditary spoilers I guess? If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: Not super proud of this because I've been studying all week and I feel like my lack of sleep did not contribute to this in any beneficial ways but I still hope you enjoy it <3

“Are you coming with us tonight?” You fell into step with Courtney while you walked down the hall and out of the office.

“No, I don’t think so,” you looked up from your phone, “promised Damien I’d watch Hereditary, and I don’t think he’d let me bail.”

She smiled at you, walking you to your car, “It’s a good movie,” she tilted her head, “And he’s a good guy. I don’t blame you for wanting to stay in.”

“Yeah, well,” you kind of clammed up, “He’s cute and I love a good beheading, so.” You laughed with each other before saying your goodbyes.

You’d been dating him for two months. And it was really and truly delightful; he was kind, and communicative, and above all so, so pretty. It had started so naturally, harbored crushes surfacing to reveal themselves at the right time, and progressed so smoothly, and you were thrilled by it.

Still, you let the familiar fear of rejection take control at times; the anxiety that maybe you were moving too quickly and that he was only a fraction as interested in you as you were in him. So the physical affection stayed surface level—literally—in that you kissed and touched but hadn’t gone beyond second base, if you remembered the laws of high school correctly.

And that was fine, and he hadn’t said anything, hadn’t put pressure on you to do anything you didn’t want—but you really did want it. You wanted to let him have you, let him take you in taboo ways and places. Maybe that made you a bit deviant, maybe even a little perverse. But it was hard to be with someone so…flawless, as far as you were concerned, and not want something like that, even when the voices in your head told you that you shouldn’t, or that you weren’t nearly as experienced as any of his past partners might have been.

Comparison meets joy, and stabs it right in the neck.

~~~

“Be honest with me,” you sat next to Damien on the couch, curling your legs beneath you and leaning over towards him, “Did you want to watch this with me just so you could hold me during the scary parts?”

“Yeah, but not for the reasons you think,” he draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, “I’m fucking terrified of it, and I need my big strong girlfriend to protect me.” He smiled, clearly amused by himself, and you blew a piece of hair out of his face.

“Wuss.” You kissed him, hand toying with his collar, before sitting back and leaning on his shoulder.

“Yeah? Remember that you said that tonight when you turn off the lights.” He shot you a dubious grin before grabbing the remote. You watched the muscle in his wrist move when he pressed the buttons, captivated by the small details of his body and the way he mouthed the titles of the movies that popped up on the TV screen while he flicked through previously watched films.

You tilted your head, scanning his face; he blinked hard once, and fixed his posture, pushing his shoulders back slightly before relaxing them. Your hand trailed up his arm, tracing his tattoos and then loosely grabbing at his bicep.

“I’ll still remember you’re a wuss when the lights are off.” You mumbled, and he looked down at you.

“You seem so sure.” He watched your hand sweep over his arm, nails barely grazing his skin.

“You think I should be contemplating something else?” You goaded him, unsure of where the sudden confidence had come from and why it had appeared only now. “Don’t you want me to think about you when the lights are off?” You continued with your double entendres. You saw him swallow, and from your position, leaning over him with your hand now on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat pick up.

God, he was nice to look at.

“No, I do,” he put down the remote, reaching over to hold your chin in his hand and guide you up to him, “but I think my proposal might be a little more…vulgar.”

You smiled against his mouth when he kissed you, the leisurely pace allowing you to take your time tasting him, feeling the shape of him near you, on you. You sat up, giving yourself room to lace your fingers in his hair and pull him even closer, and he let you; an arm wrapped around your waist to secure you against him.

“You wanna watch this movie with me or not?” You quipped when you separated from him, and he smiled, shaking his head.

“Yes—yeah. I do want to watch this with you,” he paused, before continuing, “You, uh…you wanna tell me something?” He sort of shifted in his seat, tilting his head back on the couch cushions to drink you in.

“What?”

“Where that came from?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you played dumb, heat creeping up your neck and splashing your cheeks red; you tried not to lose your new surge of confidence, reassuring yourself that his line of questioning was a result of mutual excitement. You leaned over him to grab the remote and press play before you crawled into his lap to straddle him.

“You gonna watch this way?” His hands found purchase on your hips.

“I haven’t told you about this skill?” You kept up your act.

“No, I was unaware of the eyes on the back of your head,” he squeezed your hips and you hummed at the feeling, “But it’s pretty hot. I love a woman with twenty/twenty/twenty/twenty vision.”

You heard the movie play behind you; the score and the sound of voices droning softly. “Can I be honest,” you traced a finger over his collar, “I’m not that interested in the movie right now.”

“How dare you,” Damien feigned hurt, “This is a serious breach of protocol—” his hands crawled up your back before he stood, picking you up with him, and laying you on your back, caging you under him while you laughed from the adrenaline that came with being picked up and put down so quickly. “And I absolutely will not have it,” he kissed down your neck and you grabbed at his hair. “This switch up will not go unpunished.” He brought his face back up to yours and kissed you deeply, your hand tightening in his hair when his tongue slipped past your lips.

“Tell me if it’s too much?” He urged, nose brushing against your cheek when he broke away from you.

“Keep going.”

“You’re sure?”

“Damien, I don’t think there’s a sexy way to say this: I really want to have sex with you right now.” Your hand fell from his hair and trailed over his neck, stopping between his shoulder blades, and pulling gently at his shirt.

“Sounded pretty sexy to me,” he smirked, continuing his ministrations, kissing down your neck, lips stopping just above the collar of your shirt. He reached under the hem of the fabric, warm palms brushing against your skin while he explored you. You gasped when he cupped your breast in his hand, his free arm finding its way under your body to prop you up slightly and allow him easier access to you.

You’d done this before, had him touch you like this, but it felt so much more charged in this moment; the promise of more to come made you antsy in the best way, having previously stopped here. His hands kept exploring, with your chest, your stomach, and the curve of your spine all finding relief under his hands. You slid one hand under his shirt, desperate to be as close to him as possible; your other hand continued to tug on the back of his collar, encouraging him to rid himself of the layer of fabric.

He gave in to your silent request, pulling away from you momentarily to take it off before returning his undivided attention to you and, with his hands on your waist, bunching your shirt up at your sides, offered you another heated kiss.

You felt restless, wired by his touch and eager to feel him in the ways you had spent so much time imagining. Your hips bucked gently into his, and you heard his breath catch in his throat, his chest stuttering against you when you deepened the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck and one leg draped over him. Your hands trailed over his back, drinking in his frame above you. You tugged at his hair to disconnect momentarily, panting.

“Can I…?” His hand ghosted over the hem of your shirt while you looked up at him.

“Please.” You gave him the go-ahead, and he pulled you up a bit to help you strip off your shirt. He wasted no time, licking a streak across your collar bone before dipping his head down to kiss the valley between your breasts; he left open-mouthed kisses on the soft flesh and you put a hand on the back of his neck, unsure whether to enjoy the view or allow your head to loll back to fully embrace the feeling of his mouth on your body. His thumb grazed over one of your nipples, and you gasped at the contact.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled against your chest, focused on the way the emerging goosebumps on your skin felt against his tongue and fingers, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Damien,” you tilted his chin up in your fingers, “pants.”

“Fuck—right.” He tore himself away from you, hands flying to the zipper of your jeans to undo them and peel them off your legs. He toyed with the waistband of your panties, undeniably obvious wet spot soaking through with your desire, before lowering his face to your core and licking a stripe over your clothed cunt. You whimpered, hand reaching for his shoulder and squeezing, encouraging him to continue. He repeated the action, looking up at you from between your legs to watch your eyes flutter before you let your head fall back against the armrest of the couch.

“Can I take them off?” One of his fingers softly brushed against your clit over your panties.

“You can do whatever you want,” and you were only half-joking, so trusting of him and his intentions, “Take them off.”

Damien did as he was told, pulling the fabric down your thighs. He let one of his fingers trail up your slit, letting you coat it with your slick before using it to rub tight circles on your clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he had moved himself down the couch, propping himself up on his forearms above your core, and, using the position to his advantage, he licked into you, finally getting a proper taste. You moaned, a breathy sound that pushed all the air from your lungs, and it spurred him on: his tongue fucked into you while he used his finger to massage your clit, grinding his hips into the couch to find friction when you moaned his name.

He removed his finger from your clit, letting it trace over your hole before sinking into you; you let out a sigh of contentment, and he pumped it slowly in and out of you, taking your clit between his lips and sucking, before adding another digit. You mewled down at him, whispers of his name and begs for him to continue his movements, promises of how good you would be for him if he would just, please, let you cum. He moaned at your words, the vibrations shooting through your core, and when he sped up his movements ever so slightly, you were an absolute goner; one last swipe of his tongue over your clit in time with the push of his fingers against your walls had you crying out for him.

You gulped for air, dizzy with satisfaction, and when you looked down at him, he was already staring at you, his face painted with a dopey grin. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled, letting your head fall back on the couch. He climbed up and over you, kissing your forehead.

“You’re pretty when you cum for me,” he rubbed his nose against yours before moving to kiss your cheek, “wanna see you do it again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, lips brushing against yours and you closed the gap between them; you could taste the sweet edge of your own cum on his tongue.

“Make me.” You whispered against him, and he groaned into the kiss, pushing his hips against yours.

Hesitantly, he broke away, standing to undo his belt and undress. You watched, transfixed, eyes trailing from his collar to his legs. The background noise of the movie rose to a crescendo before falling quiet.

“Baby,” his hand fell over your face, cupping your cheek.

“Mhm.”

“We just missed the decapitation scene.” His words were laced with a faux disappointment, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

“Guess you’ll just have to bide your time until you can find the remote and rewind.” You pulled at his arm, and he crawled back onto the couch, positioning himself above you.

“I mean—if you insist,” he laughed, kissing your neck while he lined himself up with you. The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance and the mood returned to a more serious tone. “Gonna be good for me?” His forehead rested against yours, “Gonna tell me what you need?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, squirming just enough to feel a hint more relief with his cock so close to where you needed it. “Need you, Damien.”

“Good girl.” He pushed into you slowly, letting you adjust to the stretch as he went. Mouth open and eyes squeezed shut at the feeling, he moaned softly when he bottomed out. You clawed at his arms, pulsing around him.

“More,” you pleaded under him.

“Oh my god,” he keened at your words, pushing his hips into yours even further before pulling out to repeat the motion over again; long, languid thrusts filling you up, dropping kisses on any exposed skin you could reach on each other between moans. “Tell me—tell me how it feels, baby.” Damien whispered into the skin of your cheek, his words quiet in your ear.

“It’s so good,” you whined at the drag of his cock against your walls, tip pushing against your most sensitive spots with every roll of his hips. “Want it—harder, please, Damien.”

He gave in to your cries immediately; straightening himself out above you, one arm reaching for your leg to prop it up against his shoulder, he used it as leverage to pull you into him. You yelped, well pleased by the new angle and the deep push of his hips, eyes rolling back when he brushed your cervix.

“Christ, you’re so pretty,” he grit his teeth, growling his words, “You like that, baby? Like feeling me like this?”

Your face contorted into a hazy smile, ragged moans taking the place of a coherent answer to his question. You reached out for him, raising your arms to encourage him to drop back down to your level; he pushed your leg down, and you wrapped it around his waist when he leaned forward to kiss you, engulfing you underneath him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to capture every inch of your body to bottle in this memory. You whined at the feeling of his stubble on your neck, the vague tickle making you giggle softly into his shoulder before your own moans cut your laughter short. He smiled, hips still driving into you.

“Doing so good, baby, give me one more.” He gave himself the space to snake an arm between your bodies, fingers deftly finding your clit and kneading it to pair with his thrusts. You arched your back, consumed by need, desperate to show him how good he made you feel. He sped up, movements becoming rougher the closer you both got to your highs; he rolled your clit under his finger and you gripped his bicep, nails threatening to break his skin as you came for him.

“That’s right—fuck, that’s my good girl,” He praised you while you trembled under him, cunt squeezing his cock while he drew out your orgasm. “So fucking good, that’s it.” He rambled, mouth agape once more as he hurtled towards the edge; after a few more deep thrusts, he pulled out of you, fisting his cock and spilling over your stomach with a moan of your name. His cum was warm on your skin, mixing with the sheen of sweat that had developed over you.

He slumped over you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck while he evened out his breathing; you took deep breaths underneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your cheek into the crown of his head.

“That was,” he breathed against your skin, bringing his face to your level, and kissing your nose, “better than a movie.”

“That’s high praise.” You mumbled, letting him press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I know,” he smiled, a familiar playful glint in his eye, “Don’t you feel honored?”

“So much,” you laughed, “and sweaty.”

He stood up, locating his shirt near the coffee table. He turned back to you, using it to wipe down your stomach and the wet that dripped between your legs, peppering your abdomen with kisses. One of your fingers scooped a spot he had missed on your stomach, and you brought it to your mouth to lick it clean.

“Damien…” you released your finger with a pop, and he returned to his spot on the couch, pulling you up to lean against him. He looked at you, silently pressing you to continue, eyes fixed on your lips, silently hoping you might repeat the action just so he could see it again. “Can we rewind the movie?”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. “If you think you can get through it without getting distracted.”

“Mm,” you grunted, pushing yourself further into him, “no promises.”

#damien haas #damien haas fanfiction #damien haas smut #damien haas x reader #damien haas x you #smosh #smosh fanfiction #smosh fic #smosh smut #smoshblr #smosh pit #smosh games #smosh squad

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moviemandy · 2 months

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Not Strong Enough

Summary: How could anyone win a fight of will, when their opponent was Angela? Amanda sure as hell couldn’t, and she didn’t want to. Amanda enjoyed allowing herself to be enveloped in the solace of Angela, and reveled in the way her touches would burn her skin so beautifully. She wanted to be cared for and doted on, and Angela would never turn a blind eye to a friend in need, especially if that person is Amanda.

#finally finished my first fic of these two!!#the brain rot was too strong #never done a mood board before but this is the general vibe I felt writing it #smosh #amangela #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #smoshblr #smosh fic #my fics #also yes the title is from a boygenius song #I had the opportunity and so I took advantage of it #smosh fanfic

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shaynetopps · 2 months

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shayne & damien | angel dust (read on ao3/ playlist)

Damien is in love with Shayne. He also kind of hates him.

#shaymien #smosh fic #mine*#edit*#rpf #angel dust*#this is like my first real angsty fic so i hope y'all like it!!#i like to torture the boys a bit before they can kiss #if you like it PLEASE leave comments or asks #i wanna talk about my boys KFKJDFKJFG

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feral-teeth · 2 months

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A sound is still a sound around no one

(I’ve been waiting for you to love me)

by Arrow Valentine feral_tooth on archiveofourown.org

Explicit - minors DNI!

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Rating: Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Other Fandom: Smosh Relationship: Damien Haas x Reader

Summary: You're in bed, trying to enjoy yourself. A man appears in front of you. Not just in front of you, but between your legs, fingers pumping in and out of you, just as you were imagining him to do to you only moments before. Not just any man, but the man of your dreams appears when you’re masturbating. but you know exactly what you want to do, because you’ve dreamed of this before so many times with the man whose fingers were now inside of you. So you move your hips, your head falling back. And you let it happen.

Tags: Smut, Dirty Thoughts, Masturbation, Masturbation Interruptus, Choking, Light Bondage, Oral Sex, RPF, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Come Marking, Come Shot, Come Sharing, Come play, Come as Lube, Explicit Sexual Content, Succubi & Incubi, Alternate Universe - Succubi & Incubi, Breathing Play

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Imagining him between your legs, licking, fingering passionately and moving fast, rubbing and slickly moving across your clit, rubbing his cheek against it and sighing in bliss.

It’s like he revealed himself as a mirage whenever you played with yourself, dyed silver hair attached to a scruff black beard in a crisp, white button-up shirt and striking black tie, appearing between your legs or behind you when you were bent over a counter, fingers reaching down to touch your slick folds as he quickly moved from different positions in your mind, from bent over licking your clit to fingering you, hips bucking against the air then your hips, then his hips slamming against your ass, his cock filling your pussy with so much cum it dripped onto the floor.

Fuck.

You couldn’t get him out of your head, especially when you were in bed.

You couldn’t get the image of him out of your head.

Until it became real.

but for now, he was just an image in your bed, inside you, flipping positions whenever you got bored of the current one and he switched as fast as a camera shutter to the next position in your mind.

It was normal until the fingers you felt were real.

Like some sort of mirage, the man that was only ever in your dreams was right in front of you, fingers pumping in and out of you just like you were imagining him to do moments before.

You should have been scared, should’ve been shocked and pulled away and told him to stop.

But you didn’t.

You pushed down and closed yourself over his fingers, your pussy twitching and tightening around them. Hands flying back to grab on the pillows behind you, already close with the work you were doing to yourself just moments before.

You didn’t want him to stop because if this was real, your biggest dream was happening right in front of you and you were so close, oh fuck you were close so you let the stranger finger and lick your cunt until you came on his tongue.

You grab his hair, softer than you could have ever imagined.

Pushing the hair aside to look at his dark roots that were growing out as you rode out your orgasm, a thin line between the lightness of the bleached hair and the virgin brown hair that peeked out underneath. Holding onto these small little details, something to look back on to go back to the memory, this moment. This passion and bliss.

Tightening your grip, you are so so close again and as your hips bucked and moved against his tongue.

It was like he was born to fuck you.

And to do this.

Just. For. You.

“Fuck! Damien, yes right there!” You scream, closer and closer to the edge.

His voice was gravely when you were finally done, breathing hard and gasping for breath.

and when he finally spoke it was one curt sentence.

His voice deeper than you expected.

“I’m not done yet.”

Damien unbuckled his pants, opening his shirt to show off the hair on his chest.

You touch it and he lets you.

He lined himself up with your entrance and looked at you, slowly rubbing your clit in circles with the tip of his dick. You watch him through hooded eyes, waiting.

He enters you slowly, watching you the whole time.

He tentatively pumps into you, grabbing your waist and pulling your ass to be closer to you.

He then reached up to hold your legs by your feet up in the air.

You grab the tie around his neck, pulling it tight. He moans, enjoying the new tightness around his neck.

Grunting and breathless, he fucks you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, just the way you liked it, as his other hand rubbed up and down the bottom of your legs, scratching your thighs with his fingernails, leaving red marks as he grips and grabs at whatever he could hold.

His head leans back, revealing the red and purple veins on his neck, the colour popping out against his pale skin and the bulge of his Adam’s Apple, that you reach up and stroke and prod at with the hand not holding the tie, pulling his skin taught with you fingers. You observe the pinkness of his neck, the tie making it grow a deeper red that lined his neck, rubbing your fingers over the lines.

He was too in it to care, growling and snapping at your touch.

You put your hands around his neck lightly and watch him in awe as he was getting closer to his climax.

You are too distracted by the beautiful man in front of you, and he was too busy in the throes of bliss and was so, so close to climax to say anything to you.

Your hand moves to the side of his cheek, feeling the bristles of his beard.

You wipe your thumb over his mouth, feeling the wet that was just between your legs, feeling the cum that was from you. It was on him, something that marked him as yours, even if it was just for today. Even when he would go to wipe it off, the memory of your wetness on his lips and tongue will always be embedded in his memory, on his tongue, on his lips, on his face, wetting that memory with love.

He came inside you , filling you up with everything that he had.

After a moment of groaning, his face scrunched up in his bliss, He pulled out, pumping his cock with his hand and you stuck your tongue out, tasting his cum on your tongue.

You will never forget the taste.

He lay forward, breathing heavily into your pussy and licked a stripe from the bottom of it to the top, tasting himself on you.

He places a finger inside you, making you flinch with the touch and gathers up his cum, brings it to your mouth, sticking his two fingers into your mouth, slowly pumping it in and out and in and out, making you taste him, the mix of both of your juices.

He grins at you, satisfied. He was finally satisfied with your thoughts that nagged him. He finally got to do what he always wanted to do, what you had always dreamed of.

And as fast as he had come, just like that he was gone.

His orgasming face, his black tie contrasting against his white shirt, against his pale pink and red marked skin. his sexy hair and face and the way he would grunt and moan still echoing in your mind, locked somewhere in the back of your memory. Locked away for safe keeping for when you would touch yourself again. Only thinking about him and his cum and him filling you to the brim that you almost couldn’t stand it, and that night. Oh *god* that night.

You finger yourself, rubbing the cum into your folds, trying to hold onto that moment more. You bring the cum up to your lips, sucking on your fingers and rubbing them into your mouth, thinking of him.

Rubbing it against your lips to maybe, just maybe taste him again.

And you would never feel him in you again, you would never get to taste him on your lips again. Just the memory of that night and the man of your dreams that entered your reality and then left just as quickly.

It was real, not your imagination, or a dream. Because it was just too real, and the cum that he left inside you mixed with yours that was now on a vial on your bedside table as a reminder of the best sex you ever had and will ever have.

And you would still feel him between your legs every night, but you knew nothing would top what you felt that night.

And you would have sex with others, trying to fill the hole that him not being there beside you in bed , between your legs, left in you.

But none of them ever did.

The cum that filled you that night was the only cum that could fill you so deeply, that changed you for good.

A flash of silver would appear between your legs every night and you would think of how well he filled you, so perfectly lining up to the inside of your pussy.

But it would never be the same like that one night, with no one else.

It was only him.

It would always be him.

He was the only one that would ever satisfy you to your fullest.

And you knew that.

#damien haas #damien haas x reader #smoshblr #smosh smut #damien haas smut #smosh #feral-teeth fics #feral-teeth fic #feral teeth fics #feral teeth fic #damien haas fic #smosh fic #smosh fanfiction #my fics #i hope those who haven’t read this eats this up like i do every time i read it #eat up damien babies #eat up 😈

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baflegacy · 2 months

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ripping through the softest skin

“I had five plus years of thinking we would never be friends again, Angela. You just learn how to live with it.”

(drabble)

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He finds her by the balcony.

“Angela—“

“—No, Ian. I don’t need it right now.” She takes a long swig, wincing at the burn of alcohol. “Let me just sit outside. In peace.”

Despite the hard set to Angela’s jaw, Ian takes a seat beside her anyways. “You know I can’t leave my kid alone like this.”

She lets out a bitter chuckle. “We both know we don’t really do that ‘kid/dad’ thing, dude. That’s you and Arasha’s thing.”

“Still,” He sighs. “Of course you’re fucking capable, you’re an adult—but I don’t just want to leave you out—“

“How do you fucking do it, man?” Angela glances at him before staring at the skyline again. “I feel so, so—stupid. Thinking that—“

“—You had a chance?” Ian finishes for her, smirk softening when he sees her grimace. “I had five plus years of thinking we would never be friends again, Angela. You just learn how to live with it.”

“You still believed that even when he came back?” She asked, not unkindly. The question still makes him frown, though.

“Had to, anyways. If nothing happened before, then why would…” He trailed off, before shaking his head. “Just—don’t beat yourself up over it, okay? You thought there was something between you two and then suddenly there wasn’t, nobody would think you’re the bad guy for catching feelings along the way.”

“Easier said than done, Ian.” Her voice turns wobbly at the end. “I just thought—“

Angela’s voice catches on a sob, and Ian wraps an arm around her and pulls her close, letting her cry.

“I thought we were on the same page,” She confesses, her voice sounding impossibly small. “Because—because I’d just get these looks and she’s one of the few that just gets me and I thought it was the same for her,” Her breath rattles as she exhales. “I—I know she’s my best friend, I know we’re best friends, but I thought we could’ve been more than that. That we were on our way to being more than that.”

Angela wipes her tears with her sleeve. “I thought she’d be my person and I’d be hers but—clearly that’s not fucking happening,” Another bitter chuckle. “God, I must’ve looked like an idiot—thinking that I ever had a chance. Of course I fucking don’t.”

Ian sees all this; The tears that are drying on Angela’s cheeks, the slight tremor in her voice, the pinched look on her face. He sees all this and pulls her closer.

“I don’t—I can’t—“ He starts, voice thick. “Look, you and I know that this shit can’t be fixed in a month, but what I can tell you is that it gets easier.”

“What, seeing them?”

“Living with it.” Ian smiles ruefully. “To tell you the truth—it never really stops hurting. Sometimes it—sometimes something comes up whenever I even see him and I just—“ He closes his eyes and exhales, tries to keep his voice monotone. “It never really goes away, is what I’m saying. Not in the way you want it to.”

Angela says nothing, but pats the hand that’s wrapped around her. Ian thinks it’s a start.

(Somewhere, inside, Anthony wraps an arm around Amanda’s waist as she kisses him on the cheek. He scrunches his face, looks at her, and laughs.

And Anthony thinks that maybe, maybe this is what love is like.)

#smosh rpf #smosh fanfic #smosh fic #amangela #ianthony #drabble #amanthony

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shesmore-shoebill · 17 days

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happy friday, i got a burst of motivation and sped-wrote a small, fluffy amangela scene about the "seals in another life" comment from the games livestream and Amanda's "... yeah. Yeah." after the comment. So!

Written pretty quick in one go, so, yknow. Adjust expectations accordingly.

As always: RPF with F as in fiction. Not at all meant to speculate on the real people who I don't know.

Platonic, short, fluffy.

----- start

Amanda is the one to bring it up the next day, lounging on the couch in the break room, checking her emails. Angela is squished up against her shoulder, idly scrolling through TikToks, when Amanda clears her throat. "So."

Angela pauses her scrolling, adjusting her position so she can look up at Amanda's face from where she's wedged against her side. There's a hint of amusement in Amanda's tone, that could either be very good or very bad.

"You and me as seals, in a different life, huh?" Amanda looks over her shoulder at Angela, grinning. Angela, mid adjustment, rolls her eyes, flopping back down to prop her head up on Amanda's shoulder. "Shut the fuck up." She groans. "You know what I meant. It's like. You and me. In the sun on some rocks or snow. Lying around. Barking at each other while rolling around. Swimming together."

Amanda hums quietly. "Yeah." She says thoughtfully. "Hell yeah. We could share fish, or like. Go murder penguins together."

"...Okay, morbid."

"What? They do that. I saw it in a documentary."

"On People.com?"

"Okay, well, obviously PEOPLE dot com is not going to have documentaries about SEALS, ya silly goose." Amanda drops her voice into a funny accent for the last few words, and Angela giggles, despite herself. The room quiets for a bit, as Angela resumes scrolling on her phone.

"I think it'd be nice." Amanda breaks the silence again, and Angela adjusts her position again so she can look at Amanda's face. Amanda looks thoughtful, but when her gaze catches Angela's, its full of affection. "You're so right. You and me. Seals in a different life. Hanging out."

Angela beams up at her, warmth blooming in her chest. "Thank you. Exactly. ....even if you think I'd be a walrus."

"You'd have a moustache! It would be perfect!"

"You're the one that LOVES moustaches."

"You like them too! Don't lie to me."

"Okay then that means we would BOTH be walruses."

"Wait I want to be a hot seal though."

This gets a full laugh out of Angela. "You want to be a HOT seal?”

“Well, I don’t want to be an UGLY seal.”

"Oh yeah, can't have our alternate universe seal selves be ugly, can you imagine."

"Yeah, our seal selves need to be HOT. All the other seals should be tripping over themselves to catch our eye at the seal bar." Amanda slips further and further into a goofy voice as she speaks, Angela now giggling uncontrollably.

"Then we can go on dates with them, have a terrible time, and debrief with each other after like "UGH, can you BELIEVE how disappointing that was?" and we can watch Seal Dateline and paint each others nails." Amanda pauses. "...Flippers."

“Good to know you have us visualized as teen girl seals.”

“You were thinking of us like old man seals, weren’t you. Floating around in the water. Complaining about our wives. Eating fish.”

“And hanging out in the sun. Swimming. And just barking away with each other.”

“...”

“Sounds good, right?”

“...Okay, fine, we can both be walruses.”

“THANK you. That's fine.” Angela drops her attention back to her phone, relaxing back into Amanda’s side and propping her head back on her shoulder. “Told you. We were seals together in another life.”

Amanda laughs, dropping her head to the side to rest on top of Angela’s. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” There’s a warm smile in her voice, as she picks back up her phone as well, humming once before admitting.

“Sounds pretty nice.”

"....I'd be the hotter walrus, though."

"Okay, LISTEN-"

------- end!

#amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #amangela #smosh rpf #cheers! i need to leave my house now lmao #its just such a cute comment idk #might port this to ao3 later we'll see #smosh fic #my fic

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jovenshires · 6 months

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endless au edits: spider-man!spencer au part 2/3

" somebody's gotta look out for the little guy, right? "

#spencer agnew #smosh #smosh au #smosh fic #rpf #video #video*#mine*#spencer #aued*#spommy #shipping #(its just implied in the beginning but enough to tag yaknow)#this accompanies but does NOT have to go with the next few posts i make #anyway happy halloween y'all #spidey au

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smoshpostiing · 4 months

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my first ever edit!!

lol ik it needs some work

#shayne topp #courtney miller #smosh #shourtney #smosh courtney #smosh shayne #shartney #smosh shourtney #i am delusional #shourtney edit #smosh edit #smosh cast #smoshblr #smosh fic #smosh games #smoshedit #smosh mouth #smosh pit

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unknownteapot · 3 months

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okay but the fics were so well-written tho?? even if the cast did try to play up the acting a lot to make things funnier/less awkward, u could still sense the general style of the authors when they wrote the fics and im SO impressed w the sarah christ one & shayanse bro husbands im gonna have to go look them up. this fandom is >>>

#smosh #smosh fanfiction #smosh fic #smosh pit #smosh pit theater #shaynse #sarah christ

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luckyyluka · 3 months

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An Idea...

Shayne Topp x gn!reader

Summary: New video title, We Try Shayne's Crazy Idea! Sniper chess. You're on Shayne's team, his sniper, and you need just a little bit of guidance from your teammate...

Requested: "After your love is blind fic for Shayne I haven’t been able to get this idea out of my head... Shayne x Reader during sniper chess. I saw this comment on the sniper chess video and it absolutely hit the nail on the head. I’d love a flustered Reader and flirty Shayne during sniper chess" from winifrede!

Notes: NO use of y/n! That's about it. I hope you guys enjoy this!!! Let me know if you want a part two... I have so many ideas :)

Credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

Trigger Warnings: None.

"a little lower... there! that's perfect."

shayne verbally guided you until the nerf gun in your hands was aiming right for the chess pieces on the table across the room from you. you trusted him, and pulled the trigger.

sure enough, the nerf dart hit the chess piece, knocking over not one, but two pieces.

"see? you're perfect," he said to you with little thought.

his eyes studied you as you put the safety on the nerf gun and straightened your posture.

you turned towards arasha and spencer next to you to hide the blush that crept onto your face, and handed the gun off to them. there was no way shayne didn't see how red your face just got.

it was his favorite sight - you, with your face a various shade of pink in reaction to something he had said to you. he loved knowing he had any sort of effect on you, though he'd never admit that he even knew such a thing. 'oh you were blushing? i hadn't noticed...'

the flirty nature that settled between you two always managed to make itself known every time you guys were around each other. you were sure the others have noticed, but you were just friends, after all. what's the harm in a little flirting with a friend?

oh, i don't know... maybe when you actually are falling for that friend!?

oh, shut up, brain. i'm not falling for anybody.

whether you were telling the truth or merely just in denial didn't matter to you. if you were to confess anything, there was always the possibility that you might lose him. that idea alone was something you couldn't bear to think about.

so you let it the thought fade out, focusing only on the game in front of you. arasha and shayne had taken their seats at the chess board again to make their next moves.

shayne took his time, he wanted to win this. so once he made his move, arasha was up before the chess piece had even reached the board. shayne quickly joined the group as spencer turned the safety off on the nerf gun.

he aimed it with precision.

the room was so quiet that you almost jumped when he cocked the gun.

he pulled the trigger.

phweew!

the nerf dart flew, hitting one of your team's chess pieces and knocking it down.

everybody applauded for spencer. he knew how to aim a gun, that's for sure. he handed the gun off to you, and you took it with shaking hands.

"hey, don't worry. we got this," shayne noticed you shaking, and got what might almost be considered too close as he whispered the reassuring words in your ear. it sent a chill down your spine, and you felt the heat rise on your cheeks yet again. damn it, you cursed to yourself, if it was any easier to make me blush i'd never show my face again.

you aimed the gun, waiting for shayne's approval before pulling the trigger. you moved carefully, and it took all the power you had in you to stay still as shayne's hand stayed on your back - his attempt to reassure you.

"you're a damn good aim," he complimented you, "but you're just a little off. here," he reached from behind you and placed his hand over yours at the barrel of the gun. carefully, he moved the gun just a hair to the right and instructed you to shoot.

you did as you were told, and you pulled the trigger.

phwee!

the nerf dart hit the other team's king chess piece and knocked it off the board.

you almost forgot in the midst of the excitement, but you made sure to turn the safety on and set the gun down before cheering for yourself.

"let's go!" shayne shouted.

spencer clapped for you, genuinely noting how well you did.

finally, shayne turned around to face you. "you did fantastic," he praised with a big smile on his face.

your cheeks were once again pink as you blushed. man, this is embarrassing.

"thank you," you meant to speak louder. but your voice was meek as you smiled back at him.

in his excitement, he wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around. you laughed as his eyes met yours, and once he had turned a full 360•, he set you down gently.

thankfully, everybody was too busy laughing and talking to each other to notice the exchange. shayne lightly tugged at the sleeve of your shirt, gesturing for you to follow along.

he stepped out of the room quietly, like a ninja trying to evade his enemies, and you followed suit.

he pulled you into a room, and you looked at him with your head tilted like a confused puppy dog.

"what?" you asked him.

i just wanted you to know that i had so much fun with you today. thanks for being my sniper." he smiled at you, a gentle smile as he held eye contact. the exchange felt... intimate, almost, but you didn't let your mind wander that far.

"you couldn't have told me this back there?" you giggled softly.

he shook his head.

"not if i wanted to do this," he took a deep breath, as if trying to calm his nerves, before moving in to catch your lips with his own.

he kissed you like he was parched, and you were the first drop of rain in months.

his hands went to cup both sides of your face, fingers lacing through your hair as he held you steady. your arms wrapped around him as you leaned into the kiss. the initial shock of it all had surpassed and you were hypnotized by him.

finally, he managed to pull himself away, but he didn't open his eyes just yet. you hesitated to open yours as well, not wanting the dream to end. but when you did open them, he was still standing there in front of you.

"i kind of really like you," he confessed.

you nodded, "i kind of really like you, too," you chuckled.

"let me take you to dinner?"

you were about to say yes, absolutely. but something stopped you.

"shayne... what about -"

"don't worry," he stopped you, as if he knew what you were going to say. "i already talked to ian and anthony," he laughed a little.

"what?" you asked, surprised. has he been thinking about this for that long?

"ian confronted me and said he was tired of seeing us flirt all the time. i laughed it off, and so did he... but then he actually gave me the go-ahead."

you laughed at the situation, how absurd it truly seemed. "well then... yes. of course you can take me to dinner," you smiled wide, your heart skipped a beat as you realized this was really happening.

shayne smiled warmly, and he couldn't look away from you. "great, and now we need to go to HR and have a meeting about it," he half-joked. that was something to worry about later, because he couldn't take it anymore.

he had to have you.

he moved in to kiss you again, with more passion, more intensity. the two of you moved together, you were seemingly in sync as your hands roamed each other's bodies, slowly.

after pulling away, you couldn't help but notice that he looked so beautiful. so wonderful, with stars in his eyes. oh, how lucky you were to have someone like him in your life. how lucky you were to be loved by him. and he did truly love you. he has for years now.

you'd never accept it, but he knew. he knew how lucky he was to have you. how lucky he was to be loved by you. and he couldn't be happier to have you in his arms now. he could finally call you his, and he was yours.

what a wonderful idea.

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I love your professor damien fics so so so much!!!!!! you are feeding the damien girlies and it is MUCH appreciated

a damien x reader shower fic (😏) would be amazing if you were interested? 🙏🙏🙏 but no rush or pressure to actually do it unless you want to lol 💜

The Shower Scene

Pairing: Damien Haas x f!Reader

Summary: "Some hours later, after flicking through channels of near-unwatchable cable TV and spending more time than you probably ever had with the cats, you figured you had the time to take a shower—a nice one, long and steamy and relaxing. Maybe you’d even light a candle."

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) p in v sex, very mild dom/sub dynamics, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), praise, dirty talk, cum play kinda, if I missed anything please let me know!

AN: First time writing for Damien himself and honestly this was somehow more difficult to write than prof!Damien?? I kept writing dialogue and then being like he would NOT fucking say that. Anyway I hope this is to your liking!!

“Stay.” You wrapped your arms around Damien, words coated in sleep as you tried to trap him under the blanket you had cloaked over yourself.

“I want to.” He didn’t brush you off, letting you linger next to him, arms around his waist while he sat on the foot of the bed tying his shoes.

“Then you should.” You didn’t whine, didn’t even really put much thought into the tired pleads you emitted; this is just what you always did when he went to work in the morning. You knew he couldn’t stay, you understood that he had a job to do and that he would be back later—you weren’t stupid, you just wanted to keep him in bed with you, selfishly tuck him away and keep him all to yourself.

He stood up, leaning over you and offering you a kiss on the cheek, and you hummed, turning your face quickly to capture his lips in yours.

“Stay.” Now you were whining.

“I’ll be back so soon,” he cupped your cheek in his hand before giving you one more kiss, “Won’t even know I’m gone.”

“Liar,” you quipped, and he shot you a playful scowl. You smiled back at him. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he made a show of fixing the blanket that had exposed your feet while you were trying to coax him back into bed, “Go back to sleep.”

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You woke up a few hours later, puttering around and trying to keep yourself busy; it was always the worst when he had work and you yourself had nothing to see to—no work to do, no plans to attend, just a day completely to yourself.

In theory, it sounded nice, but there were only so many ways to keep yourself occupied in a way that didn’t make you feel semi-useless. You couldn’t just resort to doom-scrolling or napping, it just made you feel guilty for doing nothing of substance.

Some hours later, after flicking through channels of near-unwatchable cable TV and spending more time than you probably ever had with the cats, you figured you had the time to take a shower—a nice one, long and steamy and relaxing. Maybe you’d even light a candle.

You gently coaxed Zelda off your lap, getting up to walk down the hall and to the bathroom, turning the water on. You stripped yourself of the pajamas you still wore from the previous night.

With the water now running at the right temperature, you let yourself acclimate to the feeling of it hitting your skin, letting the warmth soak your hair and trail down your spine until the droplets circled the drain.

When you heard Damien call your name, you jumped a little. You hadn’t heard him open the front door, too caught up in the heavy feeling of the steam that had begun to surround you and the ricocheting echo of the water hitting the bottom of the tub.

“Showering!” You called out, and you heard him shuffle down the hall to find you. He peeked behind the shower curtain.

“Oh my God, you’re naked!” He feigned shock at the sight, and you flicked at him, letting the water on your fingertips fly towards his face.

“You look like you’re about to murder me, Psycho-style.” You wrung water from your hair, watching him blink off the water drops that had landed on him.

“Baby, don’t say that —you’re a final girl if there ever was one.” He backed away from the shower curtain, leaving you to your own devices.

“You’re not coming in?” You called after him, and you heard the sound of his footsteps come to an abrupt halt.

“I’m invited?” He called back to you from down the hall.

“Come.” You confirmed, moving the shower curtain out of your way to watch him come rushing back into the bathroom. You’ve never seen anybody undress so quickly, and you made a mental note to remind him to pick up his socks from the hallway when you were both less distracted.

Not even the silken water from the shower could compete with the feeling of Damien’s skin on yours; the heat that radiated off of him got under your skin and engulfed you with comfort as he pulled you close the moment he stepped into the shower with you.

“I hate leaving you in the morning,” he ran a hand down your side, watching how the water beaded and dripped down your skin, “but I do love getting to come home to you.” You anchored yourself to him when he kissed you, hands gripping his arms as they wrapped around your body. It was almost embarrassing how needy you were for him after only a few hours apart, but you couldn’t think of anything but him now that he was back in front of you.

His tongue licked into your mouth, occasionally catching drops of water that fell over your faces when you broke away just long enough. You placed a hand gingerly on his chest, putting no pressure on it so he wouldn’t part from you, and trailing it down his body until you could wrap your fingers around the base of his cock. He groaned quietly into your mouth, and you felt yourself break out in small goosebumps, the warmth of the water combating your building excitement and pride.

Your strokes were slow; you felt him stiffen in your hand, paying attention to the tip of his cock, jerking your wrist in a circular motion. His hands found purchase on your ass, squeezing and kneading the plush skin and earning a moan from you—something about letting him touch you like this, the water bouncing off your back, steam circling your feet while you leisurely jerked him off made you feel so eager for him.

“Missed you so much today,” you breathed out, and he dipped his head down to suck marks onto your chest. His hands guided you against the wall, and the cold tiles sent a shiver down your spine, arching your back. You removed your hand from his length, placing your arms on his shoulders and weaving your fingers behind his neck.

“Mm,” he released you from his mouth momentarily, licking the deep purple spot he had made on your skin, “I missed you, too.”

“I couldn’t tell.” You goaded him, earning a quick smack to the side of your thigh as he took one of your nipples in his mouth.

“No?” He straightened himself back up, looming over you now, and you felt completely at a loss for words, too enamored of him to think of a reply. His hand came up to your mouth, and you opened, letting him dip in two of his fingers to the knuckle. He removed them slowly, letting you coat them with your spit, before he dropped his hand to your cunt and rubbed gently over your clit. You inhaled sharply, trying to keep your composure when he pushed both fingers inside of you. Damien breathed deeply, fingers rhythmically pushing in and out of you, and he savored the way you pulsed around him.

“Can you tell now?” He smiled with his top teeth, and you felt your pulse pick up when he pushed against the spongy spot inside of you with precision. You managed a quiet moan, and he continued to curl his fingers gently. “I figured.”

You gripped one of his shoulders, your other hand limply grasping his wrist. “Damien,” you whined when his thumb ghosted over your clit, “fuck me.”

“Is that what you want?” He was having entirely too much fun playing with you like this, your wet hair sticking to your skin, bottom lip trembling—you looked so beautiful, he couldn’t help the urge he felt to watch your face contort with pleasure from just the short thrusts of his fingers.

You nodded, and he stalled for a moment, scissoring his fingers inside of you just to watch you squirm, before pulling them out and licking them off. When his hand fell back at his side, he leaned forward. He had you crowded against the wall, and you kissed him fervently.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, reaching to get hold of your leg and pull it over his waist. “Jump.” He grabbed your hips, letting you hook both legs around him. He nipped at your collar bone while you both adjusted to the position.

“Comfortable?” He touched his forehead to yours, breath fanning your face.

“Yeah,” you mewled, “please.”

“Please?”

“Please, fuck me,” you squeezed your thighs around him, “need you. Don’t tease.”

“Wasn’t teasing,” he played innocent, shifting his weight to fist his cock, smacking it against your clit, “Just wanted to clarify.” He pulled his hips back, lining himself up with you before slowly pushing into your waiting cunt. You whined at the familiar pressure you felt in your stomach and tried desperately to push your own hips forward onto him, to feel him in his entirety. Fully sheathed inside of you, his head tilted back, relishing in the feeling of how tightly you squeezed his cock. His hair was soaked, and you watched water fall over his face and chest as he pulled back and began driving into you.

“Oh my God, you feel so good,” he groaned after a long stroke, pushing you further against the wall.

“There—so good, Damien, fuck, you feel so good,” you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, planting lazy kisses against his lips, unable to pay close attention to anything other than the stretch of your pussy around him and the way the hair of his happy trail brushed against your clit with each roll of his hips. “Deeper,” you begged, needy for more, “Harder.”

“Fuck,” he maneuvered one hand under your ass, allowing the other hand the freedom to roam down your body to your clit. He ground his hips against yours. “Deep like this, baby?”

You whimpered, pulling at his wet hair, your other hand scratching sluggishly at his back. He could take a hint; pulling out until just the tip of his cock was nestled inside of you, he gave your clit a bit more attention, rubbing tight circles, before ramming himself back into you repeatedly, never breaking the synchronous tempo of his thrusts with the patterns he drew on your clit.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good—is this what you wanted? Needed it rough?” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing hard against your skin while he satisfied the both of you.

You were certain you were screaming, but nothing more than raspy moans could find their way out of your mouth. Your head leaning against the wall, you arched your back into Damien’s thrusts.

“Please, please, please,” you couldn’t form any more words, trying to catch your breath to think of what exactly it was you were pleading for; “Wanna cum for you.”

“You wanna cum for me, baby?” He growled, voice low and clearly feeling the same buzz of adrenaline you were, “Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

You nodded frantically, mouth agape and eyes closed when you finally teetered and fell over the edge; you felt Damien twitch inside you, paired with a loud moan and harsh shove of his hips as he spilled into you. He gave a final few thrusts, watching the way you convulsed around him, both of you sighing in satisfaction when he pulled out. He helped you find your footing, hand falling over your lower back and letting you cling to him as your legs trembled. He turned off the water and, pulling back the shower curtain, removed a towel off its hanger, draping it over you.

“Did so good,” he kissed the top of your head while he patted you down with the soft fabric.

You looked up at him, eyes heavily lidded, the crown of your head fitting perfectly under his chin. “Felt so good.”

He tilted your chin up, giving you a soft kiss before he picked you up and carried you bridal style to your room.

“I’m all sticky…and drippy,” you muttered.

“Oh, have you not had the talk?” He laughed at his own joke, and you rolled your eyes, letting your head loll back against his arm where it was tucked under your neck. He dipped you down onto the mattress, and you were about to get back up, wipe the excess from between your legs and grab something to sleep in, when Damien’s hands wrapped around your ankles, pulling you down the bed towards him.

You giggled, playfully kicking your legs at him, careful to not actually let any of the movements connect to his body. He kneeled down, putting your legs over his shoulders.

“Damien…”

“What? You said you were sticky. I’m helping,” he licked a stripe over your core, not wanting to waste any time. “You taste so good; can you blame me?”

You didn’t bother giving him a verbal response, opting to bury your fist in his hair and bring him back towards your cunt. Even as spent and tired as you were, you would never deny the opportunity to see him between your legs, cleaning up the mess you’d made together.

“So impatient,” he chided, before giving in to your physical persuasion and burying his face against you; you jumped at the friction of his stubble on your inner thighs, but the drag of it against you only added to the bliss.

He worked his tongue into your hole, licking into you as best he could and delighting in the taste of you. He kissed over your clit before taking it between his lips, keeping it sealed in his mouth while his tongue drew shapes over it. You moaned, hips rising from the bed, and he wrapped his hands around your thighs to hold you still, closer to his face, pushing himself in further to savor the pleasure that was the taste of your cunt. His own cum leaked out of you and onto his tongue, and he licked the remnants off of your thighs, thorough in his bid to clean you off.

You looked down, making eye contact with him between your legs, and you saw him smile with his eyes. His tongue darted over your clit, mercilessly overstimulating you, not letting up for even a moment to catch his breath, and he knew you were cumming when he felt your legs tremble around his head, your fist yanking on his hair, chanting his name softly while you shivered. He moaned against your sensitive cunt, obsessed with the sounds you made for him and the tangy flavor of your wet on his tongue. He licked down your entrance, letting your slick collect on his tongue, drawing out your high for as long as he could. Selfish as it may be, he loved watching you unravel for him, and he continued to tease your entrance, letting your cum paint his lips.

He crawled up the bed, perching himself above you, and his hand rested against your lower jaw, prompting you to open your mouth. You obliged, and he spit, letting it fall to the back of your throat. You swallowed, humming at the taste—your own and his, something so perfectly curated. He kissed you, slow and gentle, and just as passionate as always.

“I must taste so fucking good,” you joked, hand draped over his neck.

He smiled down at you. “Oh, you have no idea.” He kissed you again, before rolling over on his side to sweep you into him. “I wish I could’ve just stayed home with you all day.”

“Me too,” you mumbled against his chest, feeling tired and perfectly sated.

He kissed your forehead, “I don’t have to go into work at all next week.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay in bed with me all morning?”

“I plan on it.”

You closed your eyes, letting the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed next to you act as a sort of lullaby. You think you whispered something about how he needed to pick his socks up from the floor of the hallway, but you weren’t sure, and you didn't really care; you were just happy to be home with him.

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