#im fucking DRENCHED and no 1 cares

[marvelousels]

oh fuck you! | 2

authors note — (if u wanna read pt 1 here) meh no one asked for a continuation but its my most liked post so im doing a lil part 2!! also i find it so difficult trying not to use y/n but i NEED to somehow use something to name the reader like...do u guys get me??

pairings: caitlyn x fem!reader

cry baby - the neighbourhood playing!

Caitlyn stood there, frozen, as if the rain had locked her in place. She couldn’t chase after you—not yet. Her feet refused to move, weighed down by guilt and the crushing weight of what she’d just let happen. Her hand lingered in the air where you had been, now clutching at nothing but cold, empty space.

The rain was relentless, soaking through her clothes and dripping from her lashes, but she barely felt it. The only thing she could feel was the absence of you. And, gods, it hurt more than any wound she’d ever endured.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of it all.

She wanted to go after you, to make you stay, but what could she even say now? Every word she’d tried had been a nail in the coffin. Every step closer to you had been a step closer to losing you for good. And the worst part? You were right.

You’d been there for her through everything. Every scraped knee, every sleepless night, every time she doubted herself or the weight of the Kiramman name. You were her anchor, her constant in a world that often felt like it was spinning out of control.

But Vi… Vi was a storm, unpredictable and wild. She was everything Caitlyn had never been allowed to be, and that scared her as much as it thrilled her. She was drawn to Vi like a moth to a flame, even though she knew it might burn her—and now, worse, you.

She finally managed to take a step forward, the puddle beneath her feet rippling as if mirroring the chaos inside her.

“Y/N!” she called out, her voice raw and desperate. “Please—don’t go!”

You didn’t stop, your figure disappearing into the misty haze of rain. Caitlyn felt her chest tighten, panic clawing at her throat. Was this it? Was this how it ended?

“Dammit,” she muttered, running a hand through her drenched hair. She didn’t care about the mud splashing onto her polished boots as she sprinted after you, her heart pounding louder than the rain.

When she finally caught up to you, she grabbed your arm—not harshly, but firmly enough to make you stop. You turned to her, tears streaming down your face, blending with the rain, and it shattered her all over again.

“Just listen,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry, alright? I’m so sorry for making you feel like you’re not enough—because you are. You always have been.”

You pulled your arm away again, this time with less anger and more exhaustion. “Then why, Cait? Why do you keep doing this? Why do I feel like I’m always the second choice?”

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re not second choice. You’re everything. I just… I don’t know how to make sense of all of this, and I hate myself for it.”

Her hands trembled at her sides as she looked into your eyes, her own brimming with tears. “But losing you? That’s the one thing I know I can’t survive. Please, Y/N, don’t let me screw this up. Don’t let me lose you.”

You hesitated, your lips parting as if to speak, but the words caught in your throat. For a moment, all that filled the space between you was the sound of the rain.

Then, quietly, you asked, “What do you want, Caitlyn? Right here, right now, what do you want?”

Caitlyn’s heart stuttered. She stepped even closer, her voice barely audible but unmistakably certain.

“You,” she said, her voice cracking. “I want you.”

The rain drummed steadily around you both, a symphony of chaos that somehow made the world feel still. Your eyes locked with hers, searching for any hesitation, any lingering doubt. But for once, Caitlyn’s gaze held only certainty—no broken compass, no wavering. Just you.

Her hand moved slowly, trembling as it reached up to cup your cheek. You didn’t pull away this time. Her touch was tentative, almost afraid you’d shatter beneath her fingers, but when you didn’t, her thumb gently brushed against your damp skin.

“Y/N…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain. It was laced with so much—apology, longing, love.

And then, she closed the distance.

Her lips found yours softly at first, almost hesitant, as if asking for permission. But when you didn’t resist—when you leaned into her instead—the hesitation melted away. The kiss deepened, urgent and raw, as though it could somehow undo all the hurt, all the unspoken words that had lingered between you for so long.

The world around you faded—the rain, the cold, the ache in your chest—all of it dissolved into the warmth of her lips, the way she poured every ounce of herself into the kiss. Her other hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer, as if she were afraid you might slip away again.

You finally broke apart, just enough to catch your breath, her forehead resting against yours. Both of you were panting, rainwater and tears mingling on your faces.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, her voice hoarse but sincere. “For everything.”

You shook your head, your hands clutching at the lapels of her soaked jacket as if anchoring yourself. “Just… don’t make me regret this,” you murmured, your voice breaking slightly.

“I won’t,” Caitlyn promised, her voice firm now. “I swear, Y/N. No more doubts, no more running. Just you.”

And then, with a small, tentative smile breaking through the tears, you pulled her into another kiss, this one slower, softer, as if savoring the moment. For now, the storm didn’t matter.

All that mattered was this—her, you, and the fragile, beautiful hope blooming between you.

[sevslut]

Drenched and Denied (Rumor Mill pt. 2)

Paring: Soccer Coach!Sevika. x Soccer Mom!reader cw: pure fluff + angst, sfw, modern!au, flirty, brief suggestion, playful banter, pining, slight makeout sesh, some nudity, r!gender neutral, you have kids (tw), also Sevika has loving family, fade to black, Sev wants dat cookie (das her juice), so cliche but gay i love it (im sorry) wc: 4.4k Synopsis: A sorta-kinda date with Sevika, the previous buffers of children and nosey parents were absent. Just you and her. This wouldn't help the rumor mill, did you care though? a/n: sorry this took literally ages. my writers block has been fucking me in the ass. 1 more part after this and the series will be complete! I wanted to get this out during pride month. also happy pride, little gay ppl in my phone! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

pt. 1

You wiped your eyeliner for the 5th time, your eyes were working against you today. You decided to forgo your eye definition, and focused on your hair. You checked your watch, she would be here in 30 minutes and you’d spent the last hour trying to get your kids ready when they go to your ex-wife's for the weekend.

Dragging your hands through your fallen curls, your twist out didn't come out right. The rage that boiled in you made you debate cancelling. You groaned and just sprayed your hair with your spray bottle. You exited the bathroom heading for your bedroom. Not before you spot your eldest outside your bedroom. He was leaning his head against the door when he saw you approaching, he turned to face you not lifting his head. 

“Do I have to go to Grayson’s? Why can’t I stay here, I can watch myself.” he pleaded. 

You approached him and gently stroked his curls. 

“Mama wants to see you, she took the long weekend off to spend time with you guys.”

His face drops. 

“Go tonight and if you still wanna come back tomorrow morning, call me.” you eyed him at your suggestion. “Okay?” 

He nods slowly. “Let me see your phone.” 

You shook your head, and grabbed it from your robe pocket, slowly handing him the phone. 

He grabs your phone and turns the ringer to the highest setting, he hands you the phone back. “Now you’ll hear if I call.” He gave you a no lip smile and walked toward his room. 

“Have fun on your date.” he yells and runs. Before you can do anything he’s in his room with the door closed. 

You take a deep breath. “Not a date, just 2 friends,” you told yourself in a whisper. You bit your lip and went to your bedroom. You put on the lavender halter romper you chose for the occasion. You looked at yourself in the full body mirror. The water finally dried and your curls came back somewhat decent and big, you toyed with the style. A couple of picks to your curls later, you’d finally got the big curly effect you’d wanted. After accessorizing and debating shoes, settling on pointed-toed mules, you were finally ready. You grabbed your satchel and went to gather the gang for Grayson.

…

You and Sevika shared a charcuterie plate at a standing table, you were surrounded by others, you may have chosen a busy day to visit the vineyard. Sevika nibbled on a baby pickle, her eyes exploring the barn the vineyard chose to have their eating area in. There were several tables around you and there were barrels decorating the room with a large hall leading to where the wine was stored. 

“I can’t believe your sister would get you tickets to this place, this doesn’t seem like your scene.” 

Sevika shrugged, her short cropped hair fell in her eyes. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she swirls the wine in her glass.

You lean in closer to her. Bumping casually into her. “Don’t tell me you’re a wine snob.” you whisper the last word. 

She chuckles softly. “Nah, just trying new things to get out of my comfort zone.” She  grumbles as she adjusts her collar. She’s wearing a black dress shirt buttoned to the top and gray slacks, the shirt has awkward lines, partially ironed. Almost like she just picked it up before the date…

“What would you prefer over wine?” 

“Whiskey, this is too sweet for me,” 

You raised your brows at her words. 

You didn’t enjoy dry wines, but this was too sweet for her?

“Where? I wish there was any bit of sweetness in this.” 

You grab her glass and smell it, there ain’t no way y’all were drinking the same wine.

You cautiously take a sip, the wines were like night and day. How did she get the dessert wine? 

You place your glass in front of her.  

“I think they mixed up our drinks.” you huffed. 

Sevika followed your lead and smelled the wine before taking a swig. She sighed. 

“Not bad.” 

You sip on yours with your eyes closed, savoring the sweetness after the bitter battle.  

“Should I give you a room, I don’t wanna interrupt.” 

Your eyes remained closed, “Could you? 3rd wheel.” you muttered. 

The wine gave you a dull buzz inside, you’d need 2 more glasses of this sugar water and you’d be gone.

“When you're done with your wine-gasm, I’ll be in the museum.” 

You assumed Sevika would be headed inside but when you opened your eyes, her gaze was on you. 

“Ready?” 

You nodded and followed her out of the barnyard down the hall to the makeshift museum. 

There were several easels with paintings in a circle. You both drank your wine and eyed the art on display. After the 4th painting you both agreed to do the flight. After the bad art and stale wine, it was finally time for dinner. 

The sun was setting and your tables were outside, a view of the vineyard with a burning backdrop. As you peruse the menu, Sevika coughed under her breath, her gaze falling on the rows and rows of grapes.

“What did you think of the art?” Sevika asked.

You looked up, she didn’t meet your eyes, she scanned her menu. The wine had you feeling bold.

“Swear to the goddess, my children have made better art.” You joke.

Sevika chuckles. 

“Without a doubt. $10 the artist was someone related to the family. That’s the only way shit that plain and basic would be considered art. I swear, they took a grape dipped in paint and dropped it a couple times, and called it a day.” Sevika said.

You giggled and tried to keep it down when the waiter approached. 

The waiter takes your drinks orders, a sweet wine for you, and Sevika gets the driest wine they offer. After they drop off the drinks, you both still need time to view the menu. Sevika waits until the waiter leaves before speaking. 

“Don’t worry I understand, you are a sore loser.” Sevika states with a dry look, down at her menu.

“You and these bets, I only bet when I’m with you.”

Sevika held a smirk at your chastising.  

“Hold on, do you know what you’re getting?” you said.

“I’m doing the steak, it’ll pair well with my Zinfandel.” 

You nod at her like you understand. “I love that for you, do you wanna split ceviche as an app?”

Sevika shakes her head. “Why would I need an appetizer if I’m getting an entree?” 

You deflate at her words, “No, we need to get all 3, apps, main and dessert.” 

“The wine isn’t sweet enough?” 

You shake your head. “It is, but they have tiramisu. You can’t not order tiramisu.” 

“We can just get an entree and get ice cream or something after, I know a gelato place in this area.” 

The suggestion rolls around in your head. 

“Deal.” 

The waiter returns and you order your ceviche and pesto gnocchi, Sevika says her order and they’re off. 

Sevika takes a few deep breaths and looks into the distance.

The orange glow from the sun was dancing on her complexion. The burnt sienna hue melted with her skin capturing her profile and you just see Sevika, stripped and raw. You loved looking at her, it felt effortless.

The wine had you in your feelings, she was beautiful and you can’t have her.

“So what were your thoughts on the ‘art’ we saw?” Sevika said.

“Oh it was…weird and not in the ‘good and deep’ sort of way– just lazy and uninspired.” you stated.

Sevika sighed in relief. “Right, we just call anything art now?”

“Okay but actually. It was giving unfinished.” 

“We can finally agree on something,” she mutters. 

You scoff. “What are you talking about?” 

Sevika rolled her eyes. “Name one thing we don’t argue about.” she counters. 

You lean back in your seat and cross your arms, thinking. The amount you and Sevika talked, you’d have to agree on at least something.

“And it can’t be opinions.” 

“I don’t know, Sev, I don’t think that's right, but to each their own I guess.” 

Sevika pulled out her phone after it buzzed.

“How was your dad’s birthday?” you asked.

Sevika leered up at you. 

“I saw it on your sister’s IG story, calm down. I’m not stalking you, I’d actually need time to do that.” you mumbled. 

“I forgot your friends.” she mutters. 

You lean forward on your elbows. “She’s the one who recommended you for soccer.” you pulled out your own phone. 

“Oh. It was nice, he won't shut up about grandkids though,” Sevika groaned. 

“Your sister literally has 2.” 

“My thoughts exactly, but the old man is greedy, I guess.” 

“Do you want kids?” 

Sevika looks up from her phone. She must really be thinking about it. 

“Maybe? I don’t know. Working with kids is already a lot, I can’t imagine going home to them.” She shutters. 

You lean back, and try not to get offended at her words. 

“Well, we manage just fine.” you huff and get back on your phone. 

“Oh– I didn’t mean-”

Sevika puts her phone away as the server returns with your meals, including the starter. It’s been a busy night you didn’t even notice. 

The aroma of the steak smells divine, you regret not getting the steak too. 

You take a bite of your ceviche and you forget the last time you’ve had it. This is the first time in a while that you’ve gotten to eat without your kids. You lean back and absorb the moment. 

“I used to want a bunch of kids when I was younger, but my attitude has changed. And working with kids also opened my eyes to how much work they are. I don’t wanna bring someone into this world without being able to guarantee I’ll give them 100% of myself.” Sevika shrugs and continues cutting up her steak. 

“I see that, I don’t regret my kids, but my wife and I didn’t know what we were getting ourselves into. Kids change you, you have way less time for yourself and you never get to be alone, ever. But they have the best parts of me and Grayson.”

Sevika nods.

“Ex-wife. My ex-wife.” you say too fast, stuffing your mouth with ceviche to prevent saying anything else.  

Why did you feel the need to clarify? You pick up on the game Sevika was playing. A dangerous game. It's getting harder and harder to remember she’s off limits. 

“Shame- I have a thing for married women.” Sevika has a smug expression as she grabs her wine glass and takes a sip.

You narrow your eyes at her. She didn’t make this easy.

“You seem like the type.” you huff.

She chokes on her wine. You scooch your chair closer to hers, giggling as the napkin in your hand made contact with her face. Cleaning up wine dripping down her chin. Carnal desire dared you to lick the spilled wine clean off her chin. Self control won this time. 

Sevika watches you intensely as you gently clean her.

She smells less earthy than normal, her every-day scent was piney with a subtle sweetness. Today her aura was something similar to Amberwood with notes of sage. You wondered if she got a new cologne.   

“You saying I’d have had a better chance pre-divorce?” Sevika countered.

It's your turn to be silent now. 

A grin is splayed on her lips. She rubs the back of her neck, your gaze is drawn to her carved forearms. 

You groaned. You weren’t married, neither was she, why was she off limits again? 

You have to remind yourself to bring your eyes back to her face and away from her arms. 

A sigh of annoyance left you. “I guess we’ll never know.” 

Sevika enjoys her steak as you overthink alone. 

You become aware of how close you are to her. You attempt to scooch back but Sevika stops your chair. She grabs the top of one of the legs and scoots you closer to her. 

��Don’t go. I-I mean. Now it’ll be easier to share the appetizer.” She squeaks. 

Your stomach brews at her scent and the anxiety you feel radiating from her. You notice her lightly patting the palms of her hands on her pants. 

This wasn’t the Sevika you saw normally, stoic and unnerving. You took bites of your pesto.  

“Right, just the apps. Not like you wanna be near me or anything crazy like that.” You rest your left elbow on the table and rest your face in your hand. Sevika nursed her steak and potatoes, her finger toyed with the rim of her glass.

“And I won’t act like this is a date or that I may have freaked out before we got here.” Sevika murmurs.

Your right hand brushes the indented fabric of her dress shirt. Sevika’s breathing hitches at your caress. 

“A steamer would get rid of these creases. Off the rack?” 

She shakes her head. “No, it was on a shelf, folded.” 

A chuckle escapes you. “We could’ve gotten ready together. You have style, Vika, and I like it, you don’t have to be something else for me..” 

You fidget with her top, feeling the edges, the rough fabric between your fingers. The quality was deplorable.

You lean in and smell her collar. You loved how the scent of new clothes danced into your nose.

Sevika just lets you mess with her. You feel her hand rub your exposed mid thigh.

You shouldn’t be this close to her. You shouldn’t be flirting back. You should be distancing yourself from her not going on dates. What if one of the other parents saw? This would be gasoline to the rumors. 

“I also just picked up these pants too, if you need to inspect them.” 

You giggle at her sly comment. 

A cough pops the bubble, you and Sevika were nestled in. 

You both look up at the waiter with the check.     

…

It was dark by the time you both left the restaurant, the sky broke open. The rain came down in sheets.

You both stand under the tent outside. 

“Wait here, I’ll bring the car round.” Sevika hollered over the downpour. 

You shook your head. “The car isn’t that far, let's just run.” 

Sevika debated your words in her head, softly bobbing her head side to side, upside down smile on her lips. 

“Bet I can beat you to the car.” Sevika muses. 

You look at her and bolt. She was allergic to playing fair. You run as fast as you can in your mules, you hold your bag over your head as a makeshift umbrella. Your feet sliding on the asphalt, each step uncertain as water rushes in your soles. Sevika led ahead of you. Your gaze was on her as she hurried inside the car. You followed behind her, you took off your shoes after you got inside. The rain hung in your romper in every crevice. You looked over at Sevika, her strands clung to her face. You laughed at how drenched you both looked. Sevika pushed her hair away from her face. “I won, obviously.” 

The icy air gave you goosebumps preventing you from quipping at her. 

She pressed a few buttons on her console and your ass began heating up. She turned on the radio at a low volume, and adjusted her seat back. She leaned back and sighed. 

“Hate driving in the rain, you cool if we wait it out?” 

Hugging yourself you nodded and followed her lead, you laid the seat almost flat. 

“You cold?” 

Shaking your head, Sevika rolled her eyes at your words. You saw her reach for something in the back seat and toss it into your lap. 

The fabric felt soft, it was a light red blanket. Without another word, you wrapped yourself in the knit fabric. 

The soft clattering of teeth came from Sevika’s side. You climbed into the back seat. 

“Come on now,” you said. 

Her expression stayed neutral. She followed your lead, unfortunately she couldn’t jump through the seats due to her size. She just opened the door and quickly hopped in beside you. You wrapped the blanket over you. 

“It’ll be easier, if you come closer.” 

She scoots closer until your thighs brush up against each other. 

The blanket was over your shoulders, she huddled beside you. She worked the blanket over herself, giving you an excuse to cuddle up closer to her. You swung your legs over hers, letting you cuddle into her. You looked up and her face was inches from yours. Her eyes were drawn to your lips, they deceived her trying to hold eye contact. 

The smell of the rain mixed with her amber and notes of pine provided comfort you couldn't explain. On the field you rarely got the opportunity to smell her up close, the scent of the park and others took over. 

Being close wasn’t foreign to the two of you, Not intentionally. The jokes and goofing off were different, those actions were not this intense.

Slowly, your head found refuge on her shoulder, her warmth radiating through you, doing more work than the blanket. You could feel her stiffen up.

“Your body is hot, like literally,” 

Sevika gave you a half-hearted chuckle. “I’ve always ran hot,” 

“Lucky for you, I’m always cold.”  

Your hand played with the hem of her soaked shirt. 

“Do you wanna take this off?” 

Sevika didn’t say anything, just nodded. 

The positioning made it impossible for you to go anywhere but her lap. So you climbed her lap. This wasn’t for you, you didn’t want her to catch a cold. One by one you freed each button on the stiff polyester nightmare of a shirt. When you finally made it to the last button, you saw her in a black sports bra over her glistening and toned stomach.  Sevika flinched at your touch. 

“Shit-fuck!” 

Sevika grabbed your hands in hers, putting your palms on her abs. She winced at the contact. A snicker escaping your lips at her misery.

“What are you doing?” Sevika scrunched her face as your hands rested on her. 

“I’m trying to warm you up.” 

“Aw, you sure this wasn’t an excuse to show off your muscles?” 

Sevika served you a confused look. “You do realize you're the one who undressed me. I should be the one interrogating you.” 

Your hands are still on her stomach and you're sitting on her lap.

“I wish I could take my romper off, but I doubt I should get naked in your car–,” 

“Unless there was a purpose.” Sevika cut you off. 

“Exactly. And we can’t do anything like that.” 

“Right,” Sevika nodded. “Why can't we do that again?” 

“We’re friends and you coach my children’s team. It wouldn’t be good for anyone, and you have a relationship with Grayson,” 

“I have more of a relationship with you, she barely comes to any of the games,” 

“And what about the other parents? I’m sure you’ve heard the stuff they’ve said–,” 

“Bullshit, are you living for them or yourself?” 

Your gaze falls to your hands. They were warm now, there wasn’t a desire to cut contact. You yearned to lay on her chest and rest until the storm gave out. All logic telling you otherwise was mute. You'd denied yourself of Sevika for so long, indulging this felt enthralling.

Her gaze hadn’t let up, her piercing eyes clung to your every move. 

As you leaned closer, Sevika sensed your hesitance. You leaned in close but not all the way.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this.” you whispered. 

Sevika made a face. “What’d you say again?” 

“$10, you won't kiss me.” 

Her eyes finally meet yours.  

“You didn’t just say that.” she states. 

You hold her gaze, gauging her next move. You both hold a silent staring contest.

You leaned in slowly, and grabbed her face. Waiting a minute to ensure she wanted this too. She leaned into your palm, she felt delicate and warm in your hands. 

When your lips met the flavor from the steak danced on your tongue, the tension that built up erupted in the tight space. All the glances, the inside jokes and late nights. The voice in the back of your head that craved Sevika had won. Her hands find purchase on your hips. It felt so natural like she’d done this before. Her lips left yours to trail a line of kisses from the bottom of your chin to your ear lobe, she felt around until you started to moan. She’d found your sweet spot and the pleasure had you reeling. 

The rest of the evening was spent exploring each other’s bodies in Sevika’s backseat. 

You don’t know when you both fell asleep, but the next morning you woke up in her arms with the sunlight in your eyes. The even prior was a blur and the wine glasses from yesterday were squeezing your skull. You remembered why you didn’t drink often; the hangover superseded any fun that could’ve been had the prior night. Well almost, last night was worth it. Sitting up you stretched your shoulders, a pain jolted your neck. So, that answers how you slept last night, you were definitely gonna pay for that later today. Sevika murmured in her sleep, you didn’t realize how someone with few words talks so much in their sleep. 

“Why are you staring?” Her rough morning voice drew your attention. She looked at you in her sports bra and boxers, you were wearing her button up from the previous night. 

Her morning hair was all in her face. A glowering look hung from her face. You leaned down to her and nuzzled her face, sprinkling kisses. 

“Because you are too cute.” 

She let you kiss all over her face, an alarm went off on her phone. Sevika felt around for it, and checked the time. Her eyes bulged from her head. 

“Fuck, is this the time?” 

Glancing at your watch, you nod. 

“Why? Is there an upset wifey at home?” 

You could feel the anxiety as she looked around for her shirt, she grabbed her pants and started putting them on while sitting down. 

“Brunch with my folks and Samira.” You slowly started unbuttoning her shirt to pass it over. 

“Hold on, I think I have a sweater I can put on.” Sevika crouches over the seat to rummage in her trunk. 

You took the shirt off and slipped on your romper while she kept rifling. 

“Here.” 

Sevika turned around, her mouth was open. 

You turned to show her the back of your outfit. “Can you zip me up?” 

You didn’t hear Sevika say or do anything for a few seconds. After a beat you felt the zipper go up. You turned to face her. 

“Can I?” She hesitated, then nodded. You buttoned up her shirt, picking off random lint. 

“I should help, considering it's my fault you’re almost naked.” 

The corner of her lips curve up. 

“Can you drop me off beforehand? If not, I can just call an uber.” 

She opened the door and got in the driver's seat. She turned the car on, and turned back in your direction. She gestured. 

You crawled into the passenger seat. The shoes from last night were fully dry now. 

“You're not gonna come to Brunch?” a sullen expression washed over her.

“Are you kidding? My teeth aren't brushed, I know my hair looks crazy,” 

At the mention you open the visor and check yourself in the mirror. You have eye crust, hair was going every which way, in short you looked worse.

“Why didn’t you tell me how bad I look?” 

“We can stop by your place and then go, how does that sound?” 

You sighed. “Ok, then yeah, maybe.” 

“C’mere.” 

You looked away from the visor toward Sevika. “Hmm?”

You leaned in closer, and she dropped a passionate slow kiss on your lips. 

“Nothing sexier than eye boogers.” 

You playfully shoved her for the remark, “Shut up,” you mused. 

Her attention returned to the parking lot. She exited the lot and made her way toward your house. The smooth ride was in contrast to the prickly feeling in your stomach. You couldn’t stop thinking about last night, getting flashbacks to it. 

What did this mean for your relationship? This had to be a secret as long as the rumor mill was concerned. The car stopped at the red light, Sevika palmed your thigh. She rubbed exposed skin. Fingers creeping toward your center, then returning to mid thigh just under the hem of your romper. Her gaze was fixed on your thighs, the way her eyes explored your body set you aflame. She had to cut the moment, after several honks broke the moment. 

…

You brushed your teeth, put your hair in a pineapple and styled it. Your face was done, and you waited for Sevika to get out of the shower. 

You sat on the floor in front of your body mirror fiddling with your curls. Sevika approached you slowly but your eyes already caught her figure. She had a towel wrapped around her hips, her itty-bitty titties on display, and drying her hair with a t-shirt you’d given her. 

“See something you like?” she mused. 

You nodded slowly biting your lower lip, zero shame in the way you ogled her statuesque figure. 

“Don’t even think about it, we’re already late.”

A wave of arousal washed over you at her words.

“Stop tempting me!" you fake yell. 

She walked over to the bed with her clothes from yesterday. You opted for a black mini dress with a boat neckline, and sandals, matching Sevika.  

On the car ride over to the restaurant, you got the courage to ask Sevika. 

“Just so we’re on the same page, what should we say, if your parents ask why we’re together?” 

Sevika kept her gaze on the road, but you noticed the late reply. 

“They won’t.” 

“But what if Samira asks?” 

“She won’t.”

A deep groan escaped you. Your frustration couldn’t be contained. You stopped beating around the bush. 

“I wanna know what we are now? Are we still friends? Or are we friends who hook up on occasion?" 

She pulled into the parking lot. “What do you want?” She cut the engine and turned to you. Her full attention on you. 

“I’m not ready for another relationship, but I would be open to something casual.” 

Sevika nods thoughtfully.

“I can do casual.”  she says.

You smile at her. This was gonna be fun.

a/n: The next & last part will be Sev's POV. ❤️ likes and reblogs appreciated as always❤️

[avonnimimi]

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The Series. Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

☥| a/n: im feeding yall with love. do you think this story is getting to long? should i cut it short? whatever you guys want you receive;)

tags: @wannabe-fic-reader @hcneymooners @halle5s @st0nerlesb0 @famebydefinition @luvrgrl07

☥| content: drugdealers!vi x black fem reader, arguing, drinking, smoking, weed, clubing, strap-on-sex(r!receiving), cunnilingus(r!receiving), semi hard dom!vi, overstim, degradation (if you squint), praise. lmk if i missed anything. MEN AND MINORS DNI.

Donte knew Vi had come back the night before.

He heard it through the grapevine—friend of a friend, whispered between smoke breaks and dice games. It was hard to stay low when your ride growled louder than your name. Vi’s SRT wasn’t stock, not even close. That custom engine roared through town like a war cry. Everybody knew the sound.

And Donte?

He never forgot it.

He didn’t know where she was exactly, but he knew the town. Knew the energy shifted the second she pulled in. It wasn’t long before he started plotting again. Watching. Waiting. His pride still bruised, his ego still bleeding.

Vi knew she was seen. She felt the eyes. The whispers. But she couldn’t give a fuck. Not when you were crying yourself to sleep in the bed she’d left you in every night. Not when your voice cracked in that voicemail like it was breaking you to be ignored.

She needed to see you. Needed to feel you.

And after that night, your body in her arms again, your scent on her clothes, she regreted leaving so early just to watch you moan and whine in your sleep. she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stay away.

But you?

You cried the entire night after she left. Loud, broken sobs into the pillow. Your chest ached. Your throat burned. And between your thighs was a heat you didn’t want to deal with alone. You couldn’t even touch yourself without imagining her hands instead; rough, precise, possessive.

You called. Again and again.

No answer.

You fell asleep around sunrise, still puffy-eyed and clinging to the shirt she wore. When you finally woke around noon, your mouth was dry, and your body felt hollow. But on your phone?

One message.

don’t cry, pretty mama. | 3:42am

That was it.

And of course… you threw a tantrum.

A dangerous one.

You FaceTimed Shay, barely letting her speak before saying, “Come get me. I’m done.”

An hour later, you were done up. The smallest skirt you owned; tight, black, barely there. A cropped top that clung to your chest like a second skin. Kitten heels on. Braids pulled into a high ponytail that snatched your whole attitude up with it. Makeup soft, glossy, intentional.

You looked unreal. And you knew it.

If Vi wouldn’t come home, you’d draw her out.

Simple.

You and Shay hit the club. Not just any club, the club. The one you knew Vi’s people always pulled up to when they wanted to be seen. You didn’t know who in there was loyal to her. Didn’t know who was watching. But someone would be. They always were.

You danced like you were possessed.

Bass-heavy dancehall rattled the floor, the rhythm infecting your bones. You grinded, dropped low, twerked like your life depended on it. Shots poured back-to-back. You downed them with no chaser, letting the burn in your throat distract you from the one in your chest.

Your body was glowing, drenched in sweat and rebellion. You lost count of how many people pressed up behind you, hands lingering too long, eyes too bold. You didn’t care.

That was the point.

Your phone vibrated in your hand.

A message from Vi.

don’t test me. | 1:22am

Your stomach flipped. That was all she said.

You knew it meant she saw you. Knew somebody had already reported back. Maybe it was the girl by the wall pretending not to record. Maybe the guy who passed you the blunt. Or maybe the bartender who hadn’t let you pay for a single drink all night.

Perks of being Vi’s girl?

Shay stood to the side, watching you like she didn’t know who you were anymore. Her arms crossed, face tight. She knew what this was. She knew you were lashing out, spiraling with glitter and lipstick and spite. And she had no idea how to pull you back.

She’d never seen you like this.

And then, you took it a step further.

You were on the dancefloor again, letting some guy put his hands on your waist while you bent in front of him, his chain dangling over your shoulder like a countdown. You took another blunt, this time from a girl with too much lip gloss and a smirk too familiar.

You lit it. Smoked it like you weren’t being watched.

But you were.

By everyone.

Including Vi.

An hour later, the club doors swung open, and the one you’d been waiting for finally stepped in.

Vi.

She looked like a storm wrapped in denim and leather. Jaw locked. Eyes set. Energy dark and lethal.

She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t scan the room. Didn’t play cool.

She saw you.

And headed straight your way.

The crowd barely had time to part before her hand was wrapped around your arm, yanking you into her chest like she owned you and was two seconds away from showing it.

You grinned up at her, all soft eyes and drunken sweetness, like you hadn’t just been grinding on strangers and smoking other people’s blunts all night.

“Get your ass in the fucking car,” she growled in your ear.

And just like that, heat rushed between your thighs.

You weren’t even surprised.

Still drunk. Still high. But not too far gone to miss the way her voice made your body respond.

You walked out with her behind you, hips swaying with every step, exaggerated on purpose. You knew she was watching. Knew she was pissed. And somehow, that only made it better.

Vi opened the SRT’s door for you like a gentlelady, except her glare was anything but sweet.

You slid in.

She got in beside you. Slammed the door. Engine growling as she peeled off.

She didn’t say a single word the entire ride.

Back at the apartment, the silence clung to you even heavier than the bass at the club. You stepped inside, kicked your shoes off.

Then stripped.

Right there in the middle of the living room.

Top first. Then that tiny skirt.

You stood there in nothing but your panties, bare and unbothered. Let her look. You wanted her to.

And she did.

Vi’s eyes dragged over your body, slow and dangerous. But the fury in her chest made it hard to enjoy the view. Not like she usually would. Not when all she could think about was the sight of you grinding on someone who wasn’t her.

She walked up without a word and grabbed your face, her fingers rough but not cruel.

“Why the fuck you gotta play with me like that?” she asked, voice low and sharp. “You like fuckin’ with me, huh, precious?”

You bit your lip, nodded slow.

“I wanted you here. Best way to do that was piss you off…”

Your pout deepened. “You didn’t wanna see me?”

Vi exhaled hard through her nose, trying not to snap.

“I missed you,” you whispered, like you hadn’t just lit the whole night on fire.

She damn near groaned.

The way you were looking up at her, drunk, bratty, half-naked and full of guiltless desire, made her want to fuck you so hard the world disappeared. Made her want to ruin you until you couldn’t even remember what her name was.

“Fuck…” she muttered under her breath, her hand slipping down to your throat, thumb brushing your jaw.

And just like that, you knew she was gonna break.

You weren’t going to bed sober.

You weren’t going to bed alone.

And tomorrow?

You’d definitely regret how much you liked being dragged home by the woman you refused to stop testing.

“You think that shit was cute?” Vi’s voice was sharp, low, dangerous in that quiet, shaking kind of way. She was pacing the room now, jaw locked, fists clenched, like moving was the only thing keeping her from exploding.

You were leaned against the wall, arms crossed under your bare chest, lips pouted like it wasn’t your fault at all.

“It got you here, didn’t it?”

Vi stopped mid-step, eyes snapping to yours.

“You’re fuckin’ insane,” she said, voice heavy with disbelief. “You were out there grindin’ on people who don’t even know what they’re touching, on people who would never protect you if shit went sideways.”

You shrugged, slow and deliberate. “Didn’t need protecting.”

“Bullshit.” Vi stalked toward you. “You were drunk off your ass, high, wearing damn near nothing, in a club outside your town, with my name still in your mouth.”

“Yours,” you said quietly, tilting your head. “Still yours.”

That was what broke her rhythm. For a second, Vi just stared at you. Breathing hard. Like she couldn’t decide whether to yell or grab you.

You looked up at her, eyes glassy from everything you’d smoked and drank, but still sharp. Still soft. Still bratty as fuck.

“I wanted you to come home,” you said, voice low now. “I missed you. You didn’t come. So I made sure you’d see me.”

“By letting random motherfuckers touch what’s mine?” she snapped.

You shrugged again. “They ain’t touch me like you do.”

That did it.

Vi’s chest rose and fell fast, and her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. She stepped in close, grabbing your chin and tilting your face up roughly, but not too rough. Her thumb hovered over your lip like she was about to shut you up with a kiss and a choke at the same time.

“You think this shit is cute?” she growled, eyes locked on yours. “You think acting the fuck out makes me wanna be soft with you?”

“No,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath. “I think it makes you wanna fuck me.”

Vi’s jaw twitched.

You were still pouting, but your thighs were pressing together now, barely-there panties damp with want. You tried to act like it didn’t matter, like your nipples weren’t hard, like your legs weren’t starting to shake from how close she was, how angry she was.

“I can smell you,” Vi muttered, inching even closer. “You’re dripping for me while I’m tryna yell at you.”

“Then stop yelling,” you said softly, like it was the simplest answer in the world. “Touch me instead.”

Vi let out a bitter, breathless laugh, eyes dragging down your body. Her hand dropped from your face to your throat.

“God, you look so fuckin’ sweet right now,” she rasped. “Like you don’t even realize what you’re doing to me.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” you whispered.

Vi’s grip tightened just enough to make your knees buckle. She pushed you back against the wall, one hand on your neck, the other slipping down to your waist, gripping your hip like it was the only thing keeping her upright.

“You don’t want me to lose it,” she said, but her voice was shaking now, husky and low. “You don’t want what’s gonna happen if I really snap.”

“I do,” you said, and your voice cracked. “I want all of it.”

You tried to act like your thighs weren’t trembling. Like your breath wasn’t hitching every time she leaned closer. But Vi could see it. Could feel it in your pulse. Could taste it in the air between you.

“You better be fuckin’ sure,” she whispered against your lips, her voice rough and breaking. “Because once I start…”

“I’ll take it,” you breathed, head tilting, lips brushing hers. “I’ll take all of it.”

Vi groaned low in her throat, and her mouth crashed into yours like she was drowning in you. Like she’d been holding back for too long. Her hands pinned your wrists above your head, her thigh sliding between yours to press against that aching heat you’d been trying so hard to ignore.

And just like that?

The argument didn’t matter anymore.

Not when you were moaning into her mouth.

Not when she was losing her mind over how soft and needy you were beneath all that attitude.

Vi didn’t give you time to think.

The second her lips crashed into yours, everything else vanished, your bratty act, the guilt, the ache. All that was left was her, solid, hot, overwhelming.

Her mouth devoured yours, tongue sliding over your lip before her teeth sank in, not gentle. Her hands gripped your wrists, dragging you from the wall like you were weightless, walking you backward until the backs of your knees hit the couch.

“Sit.”

You dropped onto the cushions, thighs already clenched.

Vi stared down at you, jaw tight, chest heaving. She pulled off her shirt slow, like she wanted you to watch. Wanted you to see the sports bra stretching over her chest, the muscles in her arms flexing as she reached for the strap in her bag….she was planning to fuck you regardless.

And fuck.

The harness sat low on her hips, black leather snug against her abs. The strap was thick. Long. Mean looking. A deep shade of violet with veins and curve, too real, too much. Definitely more than what you were used to.

You swallowed, thighs pressing tighter together.

Vi caught that. Smirked. Dark.

“What?” she said, voice low as she stepped between your knees. “You nervous now?”

You shook your head, but your breath hitched.

“Nah, don’t lie. This is bigger than what that soft-ass bitch ever gave you, huh?”

You blinked up at her, and your silence was too loud.

Vi grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes on her.

She pushed you back against the cushions, dragging your panties off with one hard tug. You gasped when the air hit your soaked cunt.

“Look at this,” she muttered, dragging two fingers through your folds. “Already sloppy. You been acting up all day just for this dick, huh?”

Your breath came out shaky. “Vi…”

“What, precious?” She knelt between your legs, dragging her tongue flat against your clit before you could even think. You jerked, moaning loud as her lips wrapped around it and sucked, slow and deep.

“Tell me what you want,” she mumbled against you. “Since you wanna act like a fuckin’ brat, make a scene, start a war…”

You choked on your moan, fingers tangling in her hair.

“Tell me what this sweet little pussy need.”

“You,” you whispered. “Need you inside. Need you to fuck me.”

Vi’s eyes flicked up, glinting with heat and something darker.

She stood, climbed over you, and lined the strap up to your entrance, rubbing the thick head against your folds, teasing your soaked clit.

“You better hold the fuck on,” she said, voice a low growl. “You wanted real dick? You’re gonna take all of it.”

You barely had time to breathe before she pushed in, slow, steady, but deep. You gasped, hands flying to her biceps, nails digging in as your body stretched around her.

“F-fuck—Vi—”

“Too much?” she teased, leaning down to kiss your cheek, then your ear. “Should’ve let me stretch you, baby. But no, you wanted to act up. You wanted this.”

She bottomed out.

You cried out, head falling back, thighs shaking from the pressure. It was so much. Too much. But it felt too good to stop.

Vi didn’t move at first. Just stayed deep, grinding slow against your clit with her hips, letting you feel every inch of that thick, heavy strap.

“This what you needed?” she breathed. “Not that weak-ass stroke Donte gave you. Not that shit that left you frustrated and dry.”

She rolled her hips once, and you screamed.

“This is how you fuck someone, baby,” she whispered against your lips. “This is real dick. This is mine.”

You whimpered, trying to lift your hips for more.

“Oh, now you want it?” Vi laughed darkly. “Now you remember who the fuck owns this pussy?”

She pulled back, slow, then slammed into you hard. You gasped, legs trembling.

Vi fucked you like she was punishing you and worshiping you at the same time. Deep strokes, mean thrusts, the kind that had the couch creaking and your brain slipping out of your ears.

“Who this pussy belong to?” she growled, snapping her hips into you.

“You,” you moaned.

“Say it louder.”

“You—fuck—Vi, it’s yours!”

Vi grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you up so your chests were flush. “Look me in the fuckin’ eyes when you cum.”

You tried. God, you tried, but your vision was going blurry, and your body was already twitching, coiling, breaking.

Vi leaned in, lips brushing yours. “He never got you here, did he?”

You shook your head. “Never.”

“And I’ve barely even started.”

Her thumb rubbed your clit, the angle of her strap hitting everything. Your moans turned to gasps. You were unraveling. Dripping. Gone.

And when you came, it was messy, loud, legs shaking, nails clawing into her back, your whole body going limp under her.

Vi didn’t stop.

She kept going. Kept fucking you through it, through the overstimulation, through the tears slipping from your eyes, kissing your throat as your body gave in all over again.

“You gonna pull that stunt again?” she asked low.

You shook your head, fucked-out and dazed.

Vi smiled against your neck. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

You were limp, gasping, tears drying on your cheeks, your body still twitching from the last orgasm she fucked out of you, but Vi wasn’t done. Not even close.

She slid out, strap glistening, your thighs still slick and trembling beneath her. She kissed your neck once soft, like a secret, then flipped you like you weighed nothing.

Your back hit her chest, your legs weak, but Vi just pulled you up, standing behind you, one arm wrapped under your tits, the other guiding the head of the strap between your legs again.

“Vi—” you whimpered, voice wrecked.

Her lips brushed your ear, and her voice dropped into something dark and sinful.

“Don’t run now.”

She pushed back inside you, slow. But it was so fucking deep, deeper than any angle before. You choked on a moan, your knees buckling.

Vi held you up effortlessly, forearm locked under your ribs, her hips moving with a deep, punishing rhythm. Her breath was hot on your neck, her grip tight on your waist, keeping you right where she wanted you folded against her, dripping, shaking, ruined.

“That’s it,” she murmured, dragging the strap out slow before slamming it back in. “Let me fuck you just like this.”

You moaned again, loud, mouth falling open.

“You take me so good like this,” she breathed, voice getting rougher. “This pussy so fuckin’ wet—gripping me like she knows who I am.”

You gasped, head falling back against her shoulder, your body completely at her mercy.

Vi kissed the corner of your jaw, hips snapping again, making your ass slap against her thighs.

“You feel that? That stretch?” she whispered, voice soft now, almost reverent. “God, I fuckin’ love this pussy…”

She buried herself deeper, her strap hitting the back of your walls so perfectly you couldn’t stop your hands from reaching down to grab her arm, fingers digging in.

“So soft,” she groaned. “So warm. She always opens right up for me, huh?”

You whimpered, nodding helplessly. “Only for you.”

“Damn right.” Her pace picked up just a little, deep, slow, dragging strokes that had your legs shaking all over again. “I missed her. Missed the way she pulses when you cum, the way she makes a fuckin’ mess on my dick. You know how good you feel, mama?”

You were barely breathing, overwhelmed by the pressure, the pleasure, the filth of her words melting into the rhythm of her hips. She was fucking you like she was savoring you every inch, every squeeze, every breathless moan.

Vi’s fingers slid down your body again, two of them slipping between your thighs to rub your clit while the strap filled you up from behind.

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, kissing your shoulder. “Let go again. Cum for me. I know she’s close.”

“I-I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” she growled.

You were crying again, lips parted, body arching, stars popping behind your eyes as she fucked you straight into another orgasm. It hit slow, then fast, your whole body seizing in her arms, hips twitching, moans dissolving into sobs.

Vi held you close as you came, whispering filth and praise into your ear, her fingers still stroking you through it like she never wanted to let you go.

“Fuck, baby,” she breathed. “You’re my favorite thing in this world.”

You were boneless in her arms sweaty, shaking, lips parted, skin flushed all over. Vi held you up like she never wanted to let go, kissing your temple as your breathing slowed.

“Good girl,” she murmured. “So fuckin’ good for me.”

She eased the strap out of you carefully, slow, her hand sliding down to steady your thighs as you whimpered from the sensitivity.

“You okay?” she asked, voice suddenly so gentle it made your throat tighten.

You nodded, barely able to speak, body still trembling from being fucked half out of your mind.

Vi kissed your jaw, then your shoulder. And then, without a word, she knelt behind you lifting one of your legs over her shoulder as she lowered herself to the floor like she was meant to be there.

You looked down, dazed. “Vi…?”

Her eyes met yours. That usual fire still there, but now it burned soft.

“I’m not done,” she said.

Then her mouth met your pussy.

Slow.

Warm.

Loving.

She dragged her tongue through your soaked folds, savoring the taste of you like she’d missed it for years. Her lips wrapped around your clit with the softest suction, pulling a shiver straight down your spine.

You gasped, fingers sinking into her hair. “Oh my god…”

Vi moaned softly against you, like you were the best thing she’d ever tasted.

She took her time.

No teasing. No roughness.

Just slow licks, soft sucks, her tongue curling and flattening in patterns that made your legs twitch and your eyes flutter shut.

She kissed your clit between licks, her hands gripping your thighs gently, grounding you. Keeping you open. Keeping you safe.

Vi wasn’t trying to make you cum again.

Not this time.

She was worshipping you.

Mouth moving like a prayer, soft breath ghosting over your swollen heat between kisses. Every movement was slow. Focused. Tender.

Like she was saying, I’m here.

I love you.

You’re mine.

Your hips bucked just a little, and she hummed in approval, tongue circling your clit like she already knew your body better than you did.

“Vi…” you whispered, voice shaking. “Please don’t stop.”

She didn’t.

She stayed between your legs, licking and sucking you sweet and slow, until your legs gave out and you collapsed back onto the couch, chest rising in deep, shaky breaths.

Vi kissed the inside of your thigh, then your hip, then crawled up your body, her hand brushing your hair out of your face as she hovered above you.

“Still with me, pretty girl?” she whispered.

You nodded, tears pricking your eyes from how full you felt.

She smiled soft, crooked.

Then kissed you one last time.

Slow. Deep. Like a promise.

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[4lydsmarie]

sweater weather .. dallas winston x reader

fem!reader x toxic!dallas winston "it's too cold for you here.."

warning(s): toxic relationship! dallas keeps trying to push reader away but she won't budge, and he's js like "?? why r u still here" because he's TERRIFIED of love or commitment. things change toward the end though(?).

a/n: i have woken again to post for you guys 🥰 this is true dedication bc i started this at 1:03am and it's now 2:50 at the time of officially uploading this (with this a/n cause it's an edit). first i was gonna talk ab how dilf matt dillon is, then i was gonna make matt hcs, THEN i was gonna do dally hcs, and FINALLY i decided on writing this because toxic dallas is stuck in my headdd😣. i am a FIRM believer that dallas winston is EITHER loverboy softboy around reader OR cold toxic bf that is afraid of commitment and love because of his past in new york. NO OTHER WAY TO PUT IT!

dating dallas, you knew whaat would come with it. no, not just the constant "gettin' it in with the fuzz" or his repetitive fights at buck's on a thursday night, but the laid back "ya know i don't love anythin'" motto he always has going on. you and dallas had probably broken up 5 or 6 times in the past month. either he'd be out with another broad, or he'd be dismissing your feelings again and telling you "i mean i like ya, doll. that's close enough to what you're talkin' about, right? i mean what's love anyways? don't say things you don't understand.."

you'd recently just gotten back together with dallas. you'd broken up with him because you found out he was hitting on another girl, this time a soc named cherry valance.

well, in due time another argument would come up. so here you are, arguing with dallas again because you told him you loved him again and finally snapped at his unbothered, half-assed response.

"dallas i don't understand!" you yelled. "all i try to do is get you to love me because that's what a relationship is all about! i do everything for you and give you chance aftter chance. but no, you just HAVE to keep it up like you care about nothing i do for you!! what's the point dallas? why knock my heart around just 'cause you can't commit to anything?" by now tears welled up in your eyes, but your anger overshadowed the embarrassment you might have crying in front of dallas.

"i don't have to keep nothin' up doll, that's just me. man i thought this love problem you got goin' on in your head was a one time thing. if i knew you were always gonna be so emotional and stuck on tryin' to get love all the time then maybe i wouldn't have dated you at all!" dallas yelled back. you scoffed as you walked up to him, even angrier than before.

"god i hate you dallas! you're not fucking cool, and one day i hope you wake up and see that! the world isn't all bad you just make it out to be that way so you can have a reason to be miserable. i hate it all, and the thing i hate the most is that you just can't love me after all i do!" you gave dallas a little push at the last part. at this point, you couldn't stop the tears from flowing as you grabbed your stuff and walked home. not to mention, the whole argument was in front of the curtis' house. who needed tv when you had your weekly dallas and yn drama, huh?

seemingly on queue, rain started to pour, drenching you in water. you let out a huff in annoyance as you finally made it to your house, slamming your front door behind you.

meanwhile dallas stood in front of the curtis house still, watching you walk away. he tried to act like he didn't care, but deep down he knew he did. "did she get home safe? is she alright? man, i messed up. god, im a jerk. do i love her?" were the questions racing through his mind. he didn't know wether he should run to your house or keep going about his day like nothing happened.

the sound of the curtis' screen door closing brought back dallas' attention as darry walked up to him, trying to give whatever advice he could. "hey dal, maybe you guys should call it quits or somethin', i mean-"

"hey man how 'bout you shutup, alright? mind your own." dallas clapped back, interrupting darry. darry seemingly understood his defeat as he raised his hands in surrender and backed up into the house. all the guys asked what was going on, and as a response he just sighed and shook his head.

..

about an hour later you heard a knock on your door. assuming it was your best friend marcia, since you'd called her a couple minutes before to sleep over, you opened the door without checking who it was. to your surprise, you were met with dallas.

in his hand he had a rose, definitely stolen, some soda (i say pop where im from but whatever..), and a box of milk duds, also probably stolen.

you scoff out of shock before finally speaking. "dally? what's this?" you asked. dallas just rolled his eyes and responded "just let me in the house, man i wouldn't even be caught dead doin' this for anyone.." you couldn't help but grin as you let him in, closing the door behind him. yeah you guys had previously argued but, it felt good to be in dally's presence again..

you both took a seat on your bed, sitting in silence for a bit. finally, you decided you'd had enough of the tension. "so, you gonna explain where all this came from" you asked, pointing towards the items he'd brought you. "just thought i'd do somethin' nice man, that's it." he leaned back onto your bed a bit. "oh, sure okay." you responded dryly.

dallas sat back up and scooted towards you. "yn.." he said, making you look up and respond with a simple 'hm?'. "listen, i care about you alright? but you gotta stop with the saying you love me. i'm not a good guy and i don't do right all the time. you gotta love someone who ain't like me, alright?" you frowned at his words. "dallas, the way you see yourself is totally different than how i do. i know you've been through a lot that you'll probably never tell me about, but that doesn't mean anything in my eyes. i do love you and i won't stop saying it cause i know one day you'll say it back. sometimes you're a little cold, sometimes it's too cold for me here...but i'll keep tryin' anyways dally." you turned away from dallas as you spoke, tears filling up your eyes yet again.

dallas sighed and stayed quiet for a bit, seemingly thinking about what to say. finally, he replied "yeah, alright. hey ask me again in the future. maybe my world'll be different and i'll think about it, huh?" you told yourself "at least it was a start" as you nodded in response to dallas' words.

finally, you'd decided to move onto dallas' lap. he grinned as he leaned in to kiss you. and you guys kissed for a while too. dallas didn't need to say it, but you knew he loved you deep down.

and he knew it too.

yet still, you both awaited the next argument to come. after all, he's still (somewhat) the same old dally. only difference is you both knew he cared about you a bit (and sorta loved you too).

[lex-catto]

lex's systemic rant review of issue 1 of robin & batman: jason todd

tl;dr: this is really fucking bad. do not read it. jason is drawn cute though, hes a little guy. the art does not make up for this dumpster fire.

spoilers for the entirety of this issue!

TW FOR SHITTY HANDLING OF DRUGS AND ADDICTION AND ALSO A LOT OF CLASSISM

do not buy this even to hate read, its not worth it. im going to be hate buying it so you dont have to!! tune in next month for more of whatever this was.

are yall ready? im not. i hated every second of this. we're doing image and then my text reaction/rant.

first word of this issue. "revenge." "i finally get revenge. i finally get to fight back." i am not super well read on jason's original appearances but i have a feeling this is not at all close.

jason couldve and shouldve won that fight i fear. this criminal bitch had like, a sharp knife attached to his wrist. he gave jason a tiny cut on his cheek jason wouldve bodied that man. i couldve bodied that man and i cant fight

establishing jason w anger issues and not being able to handle like, one word of criticism. they then show bruce also resorting to violence, maybe attempting to establish bruce as a hypocrite? or to be like "bruce is teaching him violence so ofc hes violent" but that requires depth and nuance in writing that we are not getting from this comic i fear

this whole conversation filled me with rage. jason outright saying hes not their son and that hes only there to be trained and to be robin and to be a soldier/weapon. alfred snd bruce being terrible. bruce "idk what he needs 🥺" therapy and a loving parent idk bro. alfred "that boy... there is just something not right." LITERALLY SHUT UP??? HES LIKE 10. OH MY GOD. directly going "dick was amazing and jason is deeply troubled" is crazy in the yr of our lord 2025.

"that boy... he doesnt know light. and im not sure he wants to" HES LIKE 10?????????? THE CLASSISM IS FUCKING CRAZY. AND JUST. WHATEVER ELSE IS GOING ON HERE IS SO BAD.

alfred: "we should give up this child weve been caring for ☺���"

bruce: noooo he has no one else...

alfred: "i fear even you may not be able to save this one, master bruce." THAT IS A CHILD. A LITTLE GUY EVEN. HELLLLLOOOOOO

bro the littlest guy :( ADN IM SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE HES INHERENTLY EVIL

these pissed me off the most. pill box red hood one, looks stupid, and two, JASON WASNT DESTINED TO BE THE RED HOOD. HE DID NOT HAVE SECRET EVIL. and again. how am i supposed to believe that little guy is evil.

"i am a weapon" YOU ARW A CHILD!!!! throwing the comm out of ear is acting kinda iconic

jason also having a trauma response bcs the criminal dude was using couldve been really interesting instead of (spoilers that will be revealed in two seconds) evil villain of the week murdering the dude in front of jason.

the "all my life ive been the one getting hurt" (and now he can fight back) on a panel of his mom ODing and being dead is absolutely fucking insane. why would they do that.

like. jason is overlaying this random dude injecting himself w images of his mom,,,,,, and then evil villain with a vaguely similar vibe to red hood killing the dude. "now ill make them scared of me" (says jason) and the them is like, drug victims? what a message the writers are sending here.

"i am a weapon" YOURE A BABY. YOURE A BABY!!!!!

jason drenched in blood :(((((( poor baby :(((((((((((((( devastating actually. how many bets that the immense trauma of someone you were beating up getting fucking shot and killed in front of you is never addressed!!!

this is the only time bruce calls jason his son lmao. and its "WHAT DID YOU DO?" when yknow, i dont think jason is capable of blowing someone's brains out. i have a Feeling. and also B's direct assumption that it's jason's fault.

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS EVEN MEAN. LAME ASS VILLAIN. wraith is talking abt general criminals, but it can easily be overlaid onto how bruce is treating jason. "youve been too lenient" jason is a child. "the animals are running wild" JASON IS A FUCKING CHILD. LETS NOT COMPARE HIM TO AN ANIMAL MAYBE? JUST A THOUGHT.

ok thats it in conclusion this is the worst thing ive read in awhile and i hated every second.

also ty to marz in the birdwatchers discord server for clarifying some stuff i misread :3

i was ranting to my dad in the car abt this comic actually, and he was like, "if jason had a secretly evil plot… that wouldve made him interesting." and i went "he would not have died in the first place 😭" and my dad agreed.

ok thats it bye im not thinking abt this comic until next month.

[lynnlovesthestars]

Do you think Wyll would enjoy fucking Tav's ass? Can you give us a lil hc pls?? 🫶anon

Hiii OK IM GONNA RAMBLE ABOUT THIS CAUSE I THINK ONCE HE STARTS, HE CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT-

CW: anal play, anal sex, wyll goes batshit crazy. I will divide between afab and amab.

Wyll x reader

You see those fingers? He coax every filthy sound from your lips with them, and he does it so effortlessly you wonder how much practice he had cause you are a MESS under them.

When he fucks you he's always trying to tease you:

If you are AFAB, and he's eating you out, he'll make sure one of his fingers slowly, tantalizingly, reaches your rim just applying a little pressure to see how you react, and he's elated to see how you buckle your hips trying to get more out of it. "Oh princess, you gotta be patient" He'd admonish you lovingly as he ghosts over your tight hole. Or when he has you bent on the kitchen counter, and he's fucking your squelching pussy. You are spread open for him and your ass is in full display? He's torture you with his fingers.. it starts with a graze and it escalates with your tongue wetting his digits, and be assured the moment he dips the first finger in, you are coming undone. From then he becomes obsessed with how you moan his name when he'd add a finger in your tight ass while fucking you. You are so sensitive that he knows you are gonna be coming way before he is, so he just fucks you through your high, and he's not gonna stop once your bliss has reached it's peak. He's literally gonna keep fucking your over stimulated pussy until you are a shaking mess under him and he's fucking another orgasm out of you. He'll make sure your pussy will be sore before he fills you up with his cum.

If you are AMAB, he'd take his chance while he's sucking you. His mouth would be wrapped around your dick as you are restlessly fucking his mouth, he wipes away the drool with his free hand, and at the sight of his drenched fingers it crosses his mind. So he starts with little prodding, and he already can feel your cock twitching, until he's almost knuckle deep in your tight hole and your steady rhythm quickly turns franctic. Up until then he was always the one taking your fat cock in his ass, but as you squeezed that finger like madness? He wanted to ask you to switch to find out what it felt around his hard on.

we all agree that this man is an ass man, and he'll make sure to remind you every time he's touching, kissing, fingering or fucking it.

"Oh your ass is so.. is so.." He'd grunt breathlessly. "Fucking perfect"

" I'm a bit frustrated, can I eat your ass?"

"this ass is mine, you understand?"

He’s very careful while preparing you, he’s gonna do the #research to find the best lubricant, which in the time canon yr would be grease, and he’s gonna take his time stretching you, for few reasons: 1. he doesn’t want to hurt you, 2. He likes how desperate you get 3. he’s massive

so he’s gonna take all the time necessary. He even buys a few plugs that he puts in for a bit while he’s taking his time with foreplay. Like dude is gonna make sure you are relaxed completely before he’s gonna take you. Whether he’s gonna suck you or eat you out, he’s gonna have his meal first.

the moment he’s sinking in? MESS, he’s gonna be a mess. The sluttiest moan escapes his lips just at the tightness of your hole. He’s not even sure he can thrust twice before coming, but what truly edges him? That whiny moan you make when he starts moving. Then it's like his brain is mush.

He's literally drunk on the feeling, on your sweet gasps, on how you melt for him to the point that he needs you closer. His hands move from your shaky hips to wrap around your middle and press you deliciously close to him, your back firmly pressed against his chest and your neck all for him to kiss.

He's literally dumbfucking you as he basically gets dumbfucked as well, you swallow him so well he can't help but lose the last bit of his control, and so do you.

It becomes all sloppy movements and filthy sounds as you can feel your whole body one step away from combustion, you are going to come and you are going to make a mess.

“Hells I'm I'm heaven” He moans loudly and has his hips rut against your ass, and his hand reaches your core. You can feel it so close as it takes him a mere desperate second to make you come undone under his touch.

You don't realize he has come until you can feel his cock sliding out, and his cum dripping out of you.

You don't care that in that moment you were laying on your orgasms, you were perfectly okay cause Wyll was still holding you to him.

He doesn't skip the aftercare, he actually draws you a bath as he changes the sheets.

You are covered only with a towel when you make your way out. Wyll is already laying under the sheets for you to join him.

The second he hears your body dipping in the softness of the bed, he's already close to you again.

His hands would find a nice place to rest on your hips, murmuring sweet nothings and lullying you to sleep.

[moreausturtles]

"the orange sun in the blue sky"

a/n: hi guys this is a rly rly old weirdly made draft that I made during my rly bad hyperfixation on the rise movie; i thought i might share it with y'all bc im somewhat proud of it? pls dont mind any mistakes i wrote it in a rush i think...? gl to everyone reading hahaha lmk what u think pls dont be mean

summary: leo and mikey are the only ones alive. they finally defeat the last of the kraang, but at a cost.

warnings: unchecked + unedited weird bullet point format; slight mentions of death/blood; one swear word?; very angsty and sad sorry :((

word count: ~1k

(imagine FINALLY defeating Krang 1 as a mission success)

- the baja blast duo fight the krang, lots of hard hits and close calls and they have the LUCKIEST breakthrough.

- krang 1 is on the ground and no longer able to move, all its tentacles are severed. its hanging on by a thread, one that leo is more than happy to cut.

- “this is for my family.” leo whispers, looking down at the krang in disdain.

- he jabs his sword into the krang's body under his foot, killing it in one motion.

- and just like that, it was over.

- leo takes a moment to breathe, like his body wasn’t letting him before.

- he allows himself to think, to process, to take in the fact that they had just won the war.

they won.

- a small smile grows on his face and a quick rush of excitement takes over his body

- “we did it…” he whispers, “mikey, we did it!” he repeats it, a part of him still in denial and acting like saying it again was going to convince him that the worst was over.

- but the worst was far from it.

- he turns around to mikey excitedly, who he thought was just quiet because he was just as shocked as he was

- but boy was he stupidly wrong

- mikey stood there, a hand on the side of his plastron with blood dripping from it then to the ground

“mikey…?”

- he tries to give leo a smile, but fails as his body drops to the ground

- leo’s heart drops along with him, he calls out his name and runs to him quickly and takes him in his arms

- mikey, even before his mystic powers, always had this signature orange glow radiating off of him. but this time, leo was afraid it was going to become very dim very soon.

- leo took his baby brother’s head in his hand—he didn’t care if mikey was fucking older than him (hc no thanks to his excessive use of mystic power), he was still his baby brother

- mikey needed medical attention fast. but they were in the middle of nowhere. no medical team. no backup. no hamato.

- “we did it, leo…?” mike manages to whisper out and smiled up at his older brother.

- “yeah buddy, we did…” the sniffling soon came as leo tried to fight back tears. he had known this would happen; could you really blame a guy whose family got picked off one by one during the apocalypse to think that way?

“i’m sorry, leo...”

- god, mikey’s voice shattered leo’s heart into pieces. so weak and trying.

- “hey,” leo uttered, trying to change the topic, “remember the time when you thought the gumbus was real?”

- this earned a very weak, wheezed chuckle from the mystic turtle, who had his eyes closed to visualize the fond memory

- “you did too…” leo laughed bitterly at that, feeling his little brother’s breathing pattern slow.

- “i did, yeah. it’s one of my favorite memories.” said leo.

- “mine too…” mikey opened his eyes, the memory ending, and looked up to see leo’s face drenched in tears. a pang hit mikey’s chest as he realized he was going to leave his brother soon.

- “hey, leo?”

- “yeah, miguel?” a playful nickname he hadn’t heard in years.

“you were always my favorite brother.”

leo laughed, genuinely laughed even though it felt like he was being stabbed in the chest tenfold.

- “don’t tell donnie or raph.”

- “i think they know.”

- both of them pause for a moment, neither of them knowing what to say or do. there wasn’t really anything else to do but wait. Each second leo spent trying to figure out what words he wanted to tell mikey. “I’m sorry.” “Say hi to them for me.” “Please don’t leave me alone.”

- mikey was his partner in crime and now he was just… fading. His little brother was dying.

- leo knew their time was running short from the way he was listening to mikey’s labored breaths. slow and trying. mikey thought about using his mystic power for one last push, to stay with leo, to make do with what was left of the world.

- they could rebuild it. it was easy for him to make things out of thin air. leo knows how to build and farm and haul and everything you could think of.

- but the mystic warrior was tired. they had been fighting for decades. he couldn’t lift a single finger even if he tried, and that was fine with him. he honestlyhadn’t felt relaxed like that in years.

- maybe they were better off not saying a word, mikey needed to save any air he could take in. leo kept his mouth shut just so he could spent just a little bit more time together in this bittersweet silence.

- suddenly he sees mikey’s lips open a little bit, and the next words that come out would forever leave leo wounded.

“I love you, big brother.”

- it took everything in leo to not break out in full sobs right then and there. he wanted to scream, beg, plead to the God that did this to mikey— if one even existed.

- leo swallowed the lump in his throat, forming the best—and last— smile he could muster for mikey, mimicking him the way he used to do it for him and his older brothers so they wouldn’t have to worry.

“I love you too, little bro.”

- leo’s little ray of hope slowly went limp in his arms. and he was all alone.

- leo kept mikey in his arms, still and unmoving. maybe it was his punishment for putting mikey in this whole mess. for destroying the world and his entire family. maybe a God did exist, it was just never in his favor no matter how hard he fought to appease it.

leonardo, the last one standing of the hamatos, defeated the Krang and lived, while mikey took his place in the sky as leo’s ray of sunshine.

[pbaz7]

you guys are so welcome btw (also THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU AUTHOR ILY)

Azzi was the one she called

I know that's right!

It was 1:12 a.m.

they went from enemies to doing anything for each other real quick

Paige was already drenched in sweat

I know this is a sentence but I can just imagine it she's so hot

“What’s got you so riled up today?”

you probably

“They said I wasn’t efficient enough at finishing at the rim last year.”

who the fuck is they and where can I find them to beat them up

With a sigh, Paige gave in

what happened to bitchy Paige I kinda miss her (JK JK PLS DONT BRING HER BACK I HATE THE ANGST)

“Hm, maybe that’s why you don’t have a heart—you don’t eat ice cream.

wait she might be right

“She’ll have mint chocolate chip.”

this bitch is bossy damn okay

Paige stepped forward, sliding her card to the cashier first. “I got it,” she said simply.

YEP THATS RIGHT VERY GENTLEMANLY OF YOU

“You know, we still don’t really talk outside of the gym.”

ok so go scissor talk outside of the gym

“I don’t really know what to talk to you about outside of basketball,” she admitted, her voice honest, if a bit awkward.

this girl is acting like it's her whole life... oh wait

“I’m trying here. Just humor me.”

I'll do anything for you paige

her expression frozen for a second

I see what you did here author

“You’re ridiculous and you can’t sing.”

if only someone had told lil Paigey that

“It’s disgusting, I’ve tried it,” Azzi shot back.

then why'd you insist she got it lol

you have absolutely disgusting taste.”

and why is that... cuz she's not interested in you?

the distance between them felt much smaller, the tension nonexistent.

cutie girls

Azzi was Paige’s preference when it came to most things relating to anyone on the team.

wait stop they're adorable

She fully expected Paige to pick apart every missed shot or lost opportunity, but to her surprise, Paige didn’t say much. Instead, she-said, “Shake it off. Next one’s yours.”

okay wow I was not expecting that

you’re not gonna find your rhythm lying in bed

okay Paige clock her

“You’re not human, you know that?”

she might be a clone... but you might be a clone too so does it really matter?

finishing with only 8 points. By her standards, it was disastrous

I like that everyone forgets that 8 points is actually a great contribution to a score but ofc since it's Paige that doesn't apply

“What do you want, Azzi?” she asked curtly.

no need to get pissed after y'all literally just made up

“You don’t get it, Azzi!” she snapped

oh! okay then!

Cry me a river, Paige. Everyone has pressure. It’s part of the game.”

okay Azzi so im actually not on your side for once

“I was just starting to think you weren’t an asshole, but you really went and proved me wrong. Great job.”

azzi you're lowkey pissing me off right now

“You know, for someone who’s supposedly this incredible leader, you’re pretty terrible at letting people in. God forbid someone actually cares enough to check on you,”

girl please calm down ur making me mad

She had spent the last hour pacing back and forth in her own room, trying to figure out what to say

wait this poor baby I can't

Paige blurted out, “I’m really sorry, Azzi.”

hoe why is you apologizing

“I’ll, uh, go... somewhere,”

personally I'd go to the bordering room and hold my ear up to the wall

I’m not great at expressing my feelings and allat.

no way, really? I hadn't noticed!

You need to use your words,

author I swear you're putting these in to tempt me

just wanted to hoop and now I don’t really get a say in it.”

oh. okay. way to ruin the mood

Trust me, I get it, but it’s a whole different level for you.”

thank you azzi for apologizing in ur own way cuz im still a tad confused as to why p was apologizing but ok girl

Without waiting for an explanation, Aaliyah grabbed her phone and walked out

lili knows some shits going on

you’re stuck with me for the season, so you might as well get used to it."

this is the kind of pazzi I like to see

"That didn’t work, by the way. It was pitiful, and I felt bad for you."

or you're just down bad

There was a pause, then Aaliyah’s next text came through: "Hm."

LILI KNOWS TOO MUCH PLEASE

You’re just jealous of my vocal range."

lil azzi album coming soon?

Paige had unknowingly shifted in her sleep, her head resting lightly on Azzi’s lap.

unknowingly or subconsciously..

letting her hand rest on Paige’s side but not moving it.

I can feel the slow burn

a knowing grin spreading across her face.

Aaliyah knows more than azzi does LMAO

Don’t make it a thing.”

girl no one said it was... ur digging urself in a hole here

author ily for the double update and this chap

thank you for not making me want to punch the screen as much as usual

-🍉

ok so scissor is actually insane ✨

i MAY be putting a few double entendres in there on purpose but the rest are all you. azzi def was a lil mean to paige but hey maybe it’s what she needed she’s a lil stubborn.

ily and i love your reactions you deserve both sides of your pillow to be cold 🍉

[unfilteredflare]

So something i havent blogged about but i desperately need to vent (and im sure my friends r very tired of hearing about it)

Ive had a health issue for several years now. And its severe allergies

Not just seasonal pollen. Like, i am severally allergic to dust and possibly even animal dander

If i dont take any medicine, i would be sick 24/7. Which is what was happening to me years ago. Thought it was the flu or a cold but it went on for months and months and months

For example: i have a very high work ethic. Its a direct result of how i was raised. I never call out sick unless im in the hospital. But i was so sick that i got fired for the first time in my life. And it was because i was missing too much work. Im sure they thought i was just lazy and irresponsible. But i was legitimately that sick 24/7

Eventually i was able to figure out that taking Zyrtec helped. So for several years, if i remembered to take my daily Zyrtec then i was mostly fine. I would slip-up sometimes and forget and then my life would be hell again. But still, i was functional and mostly ok

But then it started losing its effectiveness. I was starting to get sick every single day again, a couple hours after taking my Zyrtec. So, even tho im not suppsoed to, i started upping my dose. I take a Zyrtec every 12 hours. These r 24 hour Zyrtec doses that im having to take every 12 hours or i start getting sick again

That was a year and a half ago? 2 years? That i started that. And its, once again, losing affectiveness

Zyrtec is fucking expensive and i am going to have to start taking 3 a day just to keep my allergies at bay

Do u know what its like to be sick 24/7? For months at a time? If im not careful, i could become dehydrated in a single day because my nose leaks so much snot. Literally i got so tired of wiping and blowing my nose that i would sit a the kitchen table, put my forehead on the edge of the table and just lay a towel on the floor directly under my face. And my nose would drip drip drip every couple seconds like a leaky faucet. Ive rubbed my nose until its bleeding and gone through 3 boxes of tissues in a single day. The pressure buildup behind my nose and eyes is so fucking painful that i cant sleep. Literally, one time i had to have my mom take me to the fucking ER because i was going blind. It was just snot building up so much pressure behind my eyes that my vision blacked out. My ears ache. Especially when i sneeze and it creates pressure behind .y ears. The fucking sneezing. My sneezing has gotten so bad, that now (tmi warning if u dont wanna know) every single time i sneeze, i piss myself. I have to wear pads like diapers, otherwise i would just be constantly drenched in piss.

Allergy medicines dont work on me. Even if i took the max dosage for Benadryl or Dayquil in 1 sitting, there would be no effect. Specifically because this problem has been going on so long and steadily getting worse. That my body has built up a natural immunity to all allergy meds

The worst part? It can only get worse. The more time passes, the less medicines work. The sicker i get

If i could, i would gouge my eyes out, cut off my nose, and destroy my nasal passages if i could. Im just so fucking miserable literally all the time for years and years and years

I actually dont know how much more of this i could take

[pwblogarchive]

July 2006

July 1, 2006

“sex and the city (the part theyll never tell you)”

its strange here this time of year. because the weather never changes.it is always summer here. so it doesnt feel like the same desperate love of these three pages on the calendar. or at least not what i am used to.patrick and i wrote a song yesterday. not a hit single or maybe anything that would even turn your head.noone knows how it goes.sometimes the worst wishes are the ones that come true.yellow and white lines to the coast.you can learn to love anything if its around enough.some people learn to love their mistakes.shakes hands. "thank you, our time is up".what keeps you coming back?i got a long rap sheet.(the statute of limitations is running out on you pretty fast).the powders wet. the sparks arent coming.the hammer isnt hitting. its spinning.you can learn to love anything.posted by xo @ 11:22 PM

July 5, 2006

the last thing i think of before i fall asleep and the first thing i think of when i wake

regardless of what stars i end up under- for the best and for the worst- you have made me who i am. and i try to make myself more decent and better only because of you.

haveanicelife

Posted by xoat 6:06 AM

June 5, 2006

Stick around long enough and everyone becomes parody of themselves 

you dont hate me, you hate the part of you that is like me. i cant sit here and ride my flaws until the end because the truth is i live the charmed life because of you and them. we are a gang. maybe its time to disband. im not sure i am thinking clearly but i just want you to know that i waited on you guys calls all night- they never came. i just wanted to say i miss you or im sorry or you know something that would have meant something to you. i would have made it poetic and memorable or at least something you could laugh at while drifting off to sleep. always trying to relive the glory days.

i dont care how poorly these sentences were constructed or how in the light of day i will wish i had not written them- right now i can only curse the fucking light off of this stupid western city because it wont ever get dark enough for sleep but otherwise how could you guide your way back here?

my head always feels warm right before i pass out, i always worry that there is something wrong and i wont wake up or you know i will. promise me that you wont take anything i ever say too seriously.

July 7, 2006

“his and hers”

sometimes i cant wait to be forgotten.i wish i could put up an away message in real life and just go to sleep forever.posted by xo @ 3:10 AM

July 7, 2006

“im so sorry, but not really. ('straighten up and die right’)”

i said i want to be rebuilt like a frank lloyd wright only without all of the water damage. or painted over like a monet only less blurry. she said “no, youre something different”. like what? “something better”. it gave me the rush of warm blood like you see in cartoon dogs right before their eyes pop out and all of the bells go off. my head is spinning like a car off of an icy guardrail. show me what you are made of. your eyes were always rolling but youd tilt your head so they were somehow always still stuck on me (have your cake and eat it too). i feel safe but not like a bet more like the way mothers feel when the lock the car doors in bad neighborhoods. i am blue waves across the red rootlike veins in the bodies drawn flat in medical books. i wonder at the way that someone can write thousands and thousands of pages about my insides. when i met you i gave you a name- not your own- but in my head so i wouldnt ever mix you up with anyone so ordinary- i cant tell you- but to me it meant salvation. you only wanted reaction. but i cant be bothered. not anymore. ill see you in the spring. first pew on the left. wear your white veil and dont forget the words. warped tour. sun drenched days. bestfriends. new roads. so long salvation. dont worry your pretty little heads. i am sleeping safe tonight.

July 8, 2006

“the fraternal order of the handsome boy”

ive been watching you from afar

my breath on the inside window as you walk in from the car

candy caned lies in red and white against clashing patterns bending in and out of understanding.

"youre the stranger ive been dreaming of", stranger than any ive ever known.

love through a telescopic lens. when the air is clear i can see how perfect you are for me.

late at night when the city sleeps i cast a spell on you

to make you think of me the very same way i think of you.

i only love how the words feel in my head when i write them.

fireworks over the valley. how can i tell you i gut people for a living.

that everything you say is likely to end up as evidence when i rewrite history.

over and over again.

how everything you do reminds me of something else, someone else.

how im humble and arrogant at the same time,

chased and never caught.

that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you.

that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care.

youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away.

the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct. my head cant keep up.

i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden.

i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you.

"im blowing smoke rings around the moon...."

i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows me.

Posted by xoat 2:36 AM

July 11, 2006

we used to talk on the phone every single day (nooneknowshowitreallygoes).

its strange the way people will window shop on your life or score it for style and grace.

my personality and everything about me is just a carefully constructed collage of magazine articles and flashy pictures.

i am (not) real.

sometimes the days spent all by myself in my head are the scariest.

its enough to make you want to pack it up and call it a day.

all i can do is read and write and wait.

ihavecodedmessagesforyou.aretheygettingthrough.

Posted by xoat 6:32 PM

July 14, 2006

a little life, alot of death (i want to be known for my hits not my mrs.)

i should probably not be typing in this mood. i wish there was a lock on the keyboard. it is too enthralling in a state like this. just like all of this has always been. the world around me has changed as if overnight. "for someone so smart you are acting pretty stupid". i cant focus on but like three thoughts in my head but i am compeltely wrapped in them. they keep me warm at night. i pray for something to crash into me and smash me back to something more simple. i pray for fistfights so i cant be knocked out and wake up in the e.r. i wish for disaster so i can be razed. im telling you if i could do any of it again, im pretty sure i wouldnt.

fuck your life under the microscope.

fuck your conclusions.

you have no idea.

it never got me anywhere but here.

over and over again.

every single time.

i wish for five months ago. and not in the way you would imagine either. "you are unfixable". my eyes are washed out but they dont feel clean. they are strong you know not the athletic type, but could definitely used to carrying heavy bags. im guessing in any real light i will delete this, apologies in advance. whatever caption is written next to the picture is the exact opposite of me. i am mapless. you are caught. lets go out and get forgotten.

bad news travels fast. and i am the worst of it.

i will always remember the day i met you.

"leave you feelings in your heart boy".

Posted by xoat 12:57 AM

July 22, 2006

“my phone cuts out in the same place every single day ("the gospel of gossip").”

it feels like there is so much to say.but it can only be said in songs.please dont go so quickly."The city with fires of night seemed an archipelagoWomen asked the love and for the dulieBut in my eyes of male horror I rememberThe busy ones of the evening were never prettyThen the day returned but sometimes without sunTo draw up the houses coast at coast at the edge of streetsWhere our lives with the other smilar lives are mislaidLives trailing their shade while passing in the streetIntercalated in the year they was widowed daysBloody and slow Fridays of burialsWhite and whole blacks come from the skies which cryWhen the woman of the devil beat her lover"guillame appolinairesend me a flashlight. i cant seem to find my faith.iwishicould.posted by xo @ 2:17 PM

July 23, 2006

“we used to talk on the phone every single day (nooneknowshowitreallygoes)”

its strange the way people will window shop on your life or score it for style and grace.my personality and everything about me is just a cerfully constructed collage of magazine articles and flashy pictures.i am (not) real.the puppy is purple after spilling a grape soda on himself. he then ate the tropic of cancer by miller. paperback, so i guess it went down easier.sometimes the days spent all by myself in my head are the scariest.its enough to make you want to pack it up and call it a day.all i can do is read and write and wait.ihavecodedmessagesforyou.aretheygettingthrough.posted by xo @ 8:32 PM

July 26, 2006

you spend every waking moment and many sleeping ones thinking of one heart, one person. you let it slip, they let it slip. who knows where it all begins or ends. but as it falls to pieces you keep grabbing them and collecting them less like for a museum of things that used to matter and more like you are going to keep putting it back together. except there are akways a few pieces missing each time. deep breaths. slow your heart beat. the road winds. there was a time before you always felt like this. try to remember pete. you are being pulled in every direction. everything is bigger under the microscope. you want it to be simple. you make it complicated. "hey, pete- i am middle ground. how come we've never met before". sometimes i wish i could re-engineer the path from my heart to the tip of my tongue and let my head have a shot at it. i dont got bigdreams, i just want to be okay. it comes down to my word versus your word versus the worlds word and i dont think i want to anymore. im worn out. my head is full, my eyes are empty. the dog loves the salt in the corners of my eyes and on my cheeks- i am nervous about cutting it from his diet. and i could and should be, and jealous of it, from the children on the street walking hand in hand with their mothers to the homeless man content with his world of a bench. and noone knows the way i spend my nights counting the individuals grains in the tiles in the bathroom, the coolness of the floor the only comfort- or if anyone does they dont want to ehar it, i cant blame you... i dont even want to hear it anymore. in the mornings the world is blurry. it comes in and out of focus. this is when im the worst. when i awake from a dream to realize that none of it was real possibly ever.one of the things stranger than realizing you are alone in this world is realizing that you are not.pupils the size of baby worlds.every bad decision is put on file for later viewing. mapquest your way back to me, take a turn for the worse and then continue for .5 miles.i want to file a restraining order against myself.and i want to be myself again looking at my reflection in your eyes from the first time i failed you. i am nostalgic for disaster. i want it back.he sleeps sound. he has no care for what buzzes and changes in the world around him.because of this i envy him.run away from a city because of one single heartbeat. it doesnt make sense.its not that i dont trust you, actually it is. and i dont trust myself when i think of you. i sell myself out.i wish you were awake right now. i just want to let myself be happy.posted by xo @ 3:53 AM

July 28, 2006

as i run away from everything i have ever known. just whisper in my ear."and the tears come streaming down your facewhen you lose something you can't replacewhen you love some one but it goes to wastecould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youHigh up above or down belowWhen you're too in love to let it goBut if you never try you'll never knowJust what you're worthLights will guide you home"so obvious. so much more brilliant than i could ever imagine to be.be bright and shine. its dark. im sorry ive come so off course.tell the pilot to clear us to land in your backyard.posted by xo @ 11:02 PM

July 30, 2006

regardless of what stars i end up under- for the best and for the worst-you have made me who i am. and i try to make myself more decent and better only because of you.happybirthday.posted by xo @ 3:05 PM

[kozukensgf]

😭😭😭 thats the cutest text now. tysm for taking my request. you made my day today. i hope uni doesnt stresses you out too much. people are always busy so you dont have to be sorry 🤗 and i have been writing university entrance exam tests for the past 3 months and i got one of them and its pretty near to my house.

im thinking of joining engineering course with computer science as a main. can i know what's your course. plz say it only if your comfy with that. 😊

and yesterday it rained so hard, and i danced under it. my mom scolded me for getting drench and now i have cold. and i saw a rainbow for the first time in my life. i cried 😢

and now for the text, scoups being impatient and hannie being sassy always. joshu is literally the twink 🥹, lmfao jun is an npc. no words. always in his world 🥲 hoshi tho, hamzzi.

and for wonwoo, i thought they gonna stay up all night but you really pulled the uno reverse card here 😂 damn hello kitty uno, i died 🤣 and jihoonie 🤐 he's the best.

i really loved the text, tysm and ill be waiting for the maknae line. no rushes and no worries, plz take your time 🫶🏽 drink water and stay healthy. bye bye 😉

— 🐨 anon.

you’re welcome <3 tbh compared to last semester, i had sm fun on this semester! though i’m busy BUSY but it’s the ‘fun busy’ if ykwim. congratulations for getting into uni! SUPER PROUD OF YOUUUU

it’s a big BIG convenient having a uni close to your house (i usually go home every weekend cuz mine is really close too LOL) because you don’t really feel that ‘homesick-ness’ and reassurance is definitely there. i be having one (1) difficulties and i’ll be like fuck it ima go home 😂

i am a Bachelor of TESL student! have you ever heard of it? it’s called Teaching English As a Second Language programme. long story short, i am going to be a teacher teaching in a school 💕

ig your mom is worried about you, nothing else. i hope you are much better now from the cold! i’d say rainbow is a rarely occurrence (cuz me myself don’t see it that often) you’re lucky you saw one!

thank you so much for loving my texts 🤍 and ty for requesting too! wouldn’t have done it without your idea. i’ll be taking care of my health and you should too 🫶🏻 mwah mwah ily 🥰

[pigeonliker420]

been reading a lot lately as in finishing one book every two or three days (several of which i should really go back and reread to let it melt into my brain, they were good) (this is amazing considering my pace for the last few years has been 1 a year) but fucking starship troopers. its hanging me its like hitting a brick wall its meeting a book where im making excuses to not read. and ive hateread stuff (this is a bit of a hateread ig)

i think its a combination of the pacing being both slow as shit and fast as it jumps around, none of the characters being particularly likeable or memorable, and. obviously. thje fascism. its like drenched in it thats why i picked it up actually i wanted to see it for myself. that and. you know. reading the "classics" to inform my own writing and stop me from thinking im being a genius when im just reinventing the wheel (id only seen bits and pieces of the 90s movie, and in high school, glimpsed on others tvs, so when the whole idea of the cap trooper thing realized itself as what it was i was like aw fuck. well i wasnt doing anything new (the dying at the end/not being picked back up might be new but given this im sure theres some dystopias out there with that)) all this said theres something funny about having the workings of its military explained to me and going damn thats something id use for an evil empire

actually i think it might be a combo of thje lack of engaging characters and what id read directly previous. reading a series with an incredibly engaging viewpoint character + amazingly casual inclusion of race gender and lgbt topics is so refreshing so cracking open an ancient tome from a writer i already know i sort of dislike was bound to not impress

what i mean is its fun to read something set in the far future and even if its dystopic its where You are Normal and not worth additional commentary, but also capable of being any sort of important figure or minor throwaway, where nothing about ur identity actually figures into what roles you can or cant have

and then you read sthn written by a straight cis man who has never had to think about himself except egotistically (to put it like that is so cliche, but even in the series id read directly previous to That one i still noticed the like. cliche and contrivance with which he wrote the women, despite them being important and an attempt being made at rounding them out. i feel like the difference might more be along the lines of waving a flag going see? i dont care! i don't care! and actually not caring. but the real problem might be me comparing somewhat of a more amateur author just starting out with one with two series under her belt, though)

but im also only like 6 chapters in (despite trying my hardest) and idfk it could pick up somewhere. i usually only give up on a book after halfway if it isnt working with me but also i didnt even bother to look at how long this was, hoping to read it then watch the movie which i remember as being fun. that might be in like forever

[15ktherapy]

AAUAUAGAHAHAHAHHAGAHAHSHAHA don’t even get me started on last life ethubs says me while I get started on ethubs last life okay. so. this is actually spurred in by this art thing I made like a week ago cuz someone rbed it today like “WTHO RIGHR HAND PPACEMENT!????!??” and I’m YES. good thing to notice heheheheheheheheheheheheh okay so. last life low down— you have a certain amount of lives, you can trade them. having green life’s (3 or more) is good, yellow (2 lives) is not so good, and red (1 life) IS BAD if you’re red you (ARE SUPPOSED TO) become hostile to other players and get all bloodthirsty. so. etho and bdubs, been day one partners. they live in a stupid snow castle together with soul sand everywhere. instead of going their separate ways when bdubs goes red they PUT A FENCE DOWN THE MIDDLE. which is. so funny and makes me crazy because they always knew bdubs would be going red first so at one point etho made a joke like “bdubs when you go red I’m kickin’ you out of here!” to which bdubs goes “kickin ME OUT??? im kickin YOU OUT.” and then we the time comes just fuxking split the fucking base in half AND GO HALFSIES ON ALL THEIR SHIT. they stand in this divided room and they okay you want this I want that yada yada. all while bdubs is red. THEY ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS. but they are. so anyway they do That. and on the other end of their snow castle dubs makes an “office” with iron bars and a bunch of cobble. it’s real shoddy. he goes ethi etho come into my office! and then bdubs proposes to etho that he should KILL HIMSWLF TWICE— go jump off the side of the snow fort twice, it’s right there! it’d be so easy! so they can BOTH be red and go crazy and have fun. and ethos like. No (obviously) EXCEPT HES SAYS IT WAS TEMPTING. bdubs is sitting here like KILL URSELF OR LEY ME KILL YOU, NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE!!!!!!!!! WE CAN HAVE FUN AFTER :D and ethos like. Maybe. (YOU FOOL.) anyway so that doesn’t happen but the point is. he was tempted. to go against the game rules (ie keep as many lives as you can, stay alive as long as possible, win.) and sacrifice two of his precious lives just so him and good ol bdoubleo could go be crazy bloodthirsty together prancing around with tnt and drenched in the blood of their enemies. it’s insane. SO ANYWAY AGAIN. back to the point of Art I Mafde. so there’s this song by tally hall it’s called cannibal and it goes “I am the vile tart victim of a cannibal” and it just. reminded me. of that. THE ALMOST. the temptation. to throw it all away Yeah Bdubs Let’s Go Kill People Together ^-^ Even Though The Logical Thing To Do Is Just Give You One Of My Lives So We Can Stay Together Peacefylly. but one. etho is mr survivor he doesn’t give off shit. execpt like maybe that thing he signed to scar for bdubs but that wasn’t a Life, Okay? so. it’s like. layers. whatever. don’t care. anyway x3 I KEEP GETTING OFF TRACK. ART. LYRIC. REMINDED ME IF THEIR CRAZY ASSES. so anyway The Point. Was temptation. and the solution for the art was conformation ie hand on thigh okay I’m done goodbye

ISTtime it is tiiiimeeee

[selfsaving]

me ,  swirling  a  plastic  goblet  full  of  vodka  in  one  hand ,  looking  over  the  dashes  of  twwo     (   2   )     blogs ,  one  of  which  i  haven’t  written  on  for  nearly  two  weeks  any  one  of  which  has  apprxoimately  16  followers ,  bursting  with  excitement  over  muses  very  few  people  care  abt  and  no - one  is  around  to  listen  to  anyway :

[xollana]

Bllk Boys Hc's!!

warnings: none

part 1/?

includes - Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Yoichi Isagi

reader is implied to be afab



Itoshi Rin

-since he drools a lot, dont be surprised when you wake up next to his drool drenched pillow. its a little gross but hey he cant control it

-watches football like its the news (which it is)

-if you dont wanna watch football, you better find a different tv because hes not changing the channel

-active light snorer

-he tears up when he yawns

-most definitely will put his sleeve on his tear ducts so that the tears don't come down (forgive me if thats not scientifically correct im like half asleep rught now)

-he does like to immediately be cuddled and loved and appreciated his alone time after a stressful game, but won't mind tHAT much if you cuddle him

-will drool on you and deny it if you ask him.

-if u ask him to get you feminine stuff from the store, please send him pics of what it looks like because u could ask him to get pads and homeboy would be in the facial care section

-he is the type of man to have the mindset of, "an eye for an eye" so expect your dumb actions to be reciprocated

-i feel like he would plug his nose when he sneezes so that his ears pop and he doesn't have to spit anywhere on accident

-cried during Underdogs

Sae Itoshi

-loves you more than soccer (or futbol/football depending on who you ask)

-forehead kisses with this man are a must

-no matter if its you kissing him on the forehead or him, its a 100% need

-handholding like as if you're glued to each other

-wear his jersey at all and he's like your own personal paparazzi.

-will flaunt your relationship and treat it like a trophy

-literally does not give a flip flappity fuck if anyone sees him being affectionate to you. it js assures him that everyone knows you're his

-will kiss you just in time for the paparazzi to take a picture

-cuddles

-very protective, especially in very public places

-active hummer

-melts when you wear his stuff

Isagi Yoichi

-hypes you up for events or anything you're excited about

-#1 supporter

-will happily help you learn how to play soccer (futbol/football) or practice with you

-hand holder

-public PDA and hand kisses

-stares at you and then either looks embarrassed or tells you you're beautiful or both

-active feminist

-sleep talks and denies it when you ask him about it

-loves you, loves you, loves you, and loves you. oh and did i say he loves you?

-wouldn't ever dream of hurting you or making you cry, but if he does just be sure he will be trying to get you back immediately.

-cried during the lorax (same)

-this boy is so kind when it comes to you having cramps or anything, he is so clueless about some things but he's also offering to get you whatever you want while you're in pain so how can you blame him?

[shoyosthighs]

1 Month Challenge

Hinata Shoyo X f!reader (SMUT 🔞)

Sum: A challenge came up by Hinata before he leave for a month of intensive volleyball training 🤭 (timeskip MSBY Hinata)

Warnings: +18 MDI, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral receiving (both ways), hard edging, dirty talk, daddy shoyo, 69, hard orgasm deny, creampie, basically really filthy smut

Word count: 2504 words

Author’s Note: Its been 8 years since I last written smut HAHA please spare me 😭 Im loving timeskip buff hinata currently and this plot is something similar I saw on p*rn so I decided to write it 🤭

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“Sho! Have you packed all your stuff?” You shouted from the kitchen from you and Hinata’s apartment. Preparing breakfast for him before he leaves for his intensive training in Brazil with the MSBY team in an hour.

“Yes baby” Hinata whispered in your ears from behind while snaking his arms to your waist and pressing you to his chest. “Can you pass me the soy-sauce, I made your favorite” you kiss him on the cheek while preparing his favorite Japanese rice with raw egg and soy-sauce.

“What did I do to deserve you baby” he wipe his fake tear smiling at you while passing you the soy-sauce.

“Baby girl, remember to take care of yourself okay? I will be back in a month. I know your college exams are coming soon but without me reminding you to eat you wouldn’t eat, so please remember to eat okay?” You nodded while pouting, didn’t really want him to leave.

“I will tell Yams to check up on you too” he side-eye you, knowing you will forget to take care of yourself once you indulge yourself into studying. “You’re so nagging haha” you pass him a cup of ice chocolate while ruffling his hair.

“Anyway baby, before I leave let’s come up with a challenge?” he asked while helping you wash the dishes and drying it. He pulled you to the couch and sat down while pulling you onto his lap, straddling him.

“What’s up your sleeve again?” You run your hands cupping his head from behind and play with his fluffy orange hair. “You see, I will be gone for a month and we won’t get to fuck” he said in a teasing voice. Knowing him, your high sex drive boyfriend for 2 years he will be having this dirty thoughts 24/7.

“And yeah what about it?” You rest your cheek on his chest and hug his waist instead. “Don’t touch yourself for a month, and when I come back I will breed you till morning” he smirk at you. “Hey not fair, what about you?” Knowing his horny ass he will probably run to the bathroom to finish himself off, “Both of us, it’s a challenge for both of us”

“I am up for it, but can you?” You tease him back. “You bet” he kiss you on the lips while carrying you into your shared bedroom, breeding you for the last time before he leaves for training.

It was already the 3rd week since Hinata has gone for his intensive training in Brazil, he had been sending you photos of himself shirtless almost everyday, but a prominent outline of his hard dick is seen on this jersey pants in every picture.

my ninja sho❤️: Im sooo horny baby🙁 i wanna ruin you so bad 😘

you: shoyo… HAHAHAHAA just how hard are you 🤣🤣🤣

my ninja sho❤️: Just you wait, 1 more week and you won’t be able to walk after im done with you 🙃

you: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Truth to be told, you was so close to touching yourself and relieving yourself, but you really wanted to see how long can you hold onto it. You busied yourself with studying, playing the new game you downloaded, eating lunch and having tea time with Yamaguchi in the cafe that you, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima like to hang out in your free time. Yachi and Kageyama joined sometime too but Yachi has moved to Osaka for college and Kageyama was busy with travelling because of his volleyball career.

“So how are you coping without Shoyo?” Yamaguchi stop scrolling his phone, looked at you while sipping his frappe. “What do you mean?” You acted blur, you know what Yamaguchi was implying. But you didn’t want to remember anything of Hinata that will get you riled up.

“Oh come on, you two are the second horniest couple I have know. Well Tsukki and (tsukki’s gf name) being the first” he laughed since all of you had been friends since high school years.

“Not saying anything~~~~ don’t ask anymore before I tell your girlfriend you wanna get it” you smiled not hiding the intention of killing. “Jeez ok ok im kidding” he laughed while seeing his girlfriend of 4 years outside the cafe. You and Yamaguchi then meet her outside and walked home for a movie night.

Hinata had just landed into Japan, after getting into the van with the team he texted you to let you know that he will be home in 2 hours. You were eating dinner when your phone pinged, you replied him with a ‘Okie hurry up 😭’ you had missed him, 1 month without hugs from him was quite depressing for you, the house seems quiet without him singing loudly while showering.

You had brought a white crotchless underwear to surprise him, you quickly showered, change into an oversized white t-shirt and slip on the lewd panties. You turned on the tv while watching the 7pm show that you had been chasing since last week.

Time passed by quickly but you were getting sleepy, so you grab your blanket and wrap yourself on the couch snoozing off for a bit, thinking to have a 10 minutes nap before Hinata comes home. But your snooze was interrupted by Hinata’s loud “MY LITTLE BABY!!! YOUR FAVORITE ABS IS HOME!!!”

You jolted awake and rush to jump onto on Hinata, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Luckily your shirt was long to cover your ass because Hinata’s quick reflex supported them before you could fall. “I miss you so much baby” you whispered lightly while peppering kisses around his neck.

“I miss you so much too” he put you down on the floor and wrap his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead, nose and lips. After the small reunion, Hinata was in the shower and you were on the bed thinking about the steamy night that was about to happen. Just before Hinata went to shower he whispered “Prepare to be ruin by my cock tonight my little slut” this little cheeky tangerine, you thought as you clenched your pussy getting excited.

Hinata’s hands were running up and down your body as soon as he came out of the bathroom naked, “What? Im gonna fuck you anyway, why bother wearing clothes hehe” he chuckled when you glance at him in disbelief. He was kissing you slipping his tongue in to taste you while pulling off your t-shirt, he knew you didn’t wore any bra so he when straight at sucking your nipple while toying the other, his other hand going straight down south, wanting to feel how wet you are outside your panties but was caught by surprise when he touched skin.

“Do you like my surprise?” you said softly to his ear. He glanced up at you, “You are driving me crazy holyshit” he pushed you down onto your shared bed, brought both your legs up and spread your thighs wide to look at his surprise. “You are so fucking wet, you’re literally drenched” he move down collected some of your arousal and show it to you, “Sho, stop it. It’s embarrassing” you cover your face with both hand. Who knew not touching yourself and not cumming for 1 month made you this wet just by kissing your boyfriend.

“If you don’t move your hands away now, you won’t be getting any dick tonight” he said sternly. You were quick to remove your hand and he chuckled at how desperate you are. “You better not hold back your moans if you want to get fucked tonight you little slut” he turned your hip sideways, slip your panties off and slapped your ass, you moaned feeling yourself clenched again. “Do you hear me?” Hinata slapped your ass again when you didn’t answer, “Yes daddy” you whimpered, feeling extremely horny by how Hinata is treating you. Its really been awhile.

Hinata placed you back on your back and spread your legs again, hands holding onto the back of your thighs and diving into your drenched pussy, “Oh fuck daddy it feels so good” you clench your fist onto the bedsheets, back arching. You had been eating pineapple for the past 3weeks in prepare for today, “Why do you taste sweeter than usual baby? Did you had pineapple or what?” He lifted his head up to look at you, man the sight of him wet chin, wet lips full of your juice. You just nodded and clenched your pussy feeling the lost of touch, Hinata look down and the sight of your cunt clenched while juices dripping down made him want to just take you right here right now, but he steadied himself and dive back down to your pussy slipping his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting everything you have to offer.

Not even a minute had pass but you were writhing under Hinata, “Im gonna cum daddy” you whimpered, arching your back and grinding your hips into Hinata’s face desperate for the first orgasm after a month. You almost screamed when Hinata lift his face off your wet aching pussy, “Tonight you are gonna cum on my cock and only my cock” you whimpered a small yes daddy, panicking a little. When Hinata is serious he won’t hesitate to deny you orgasm and you wouldn’t want that.

“Now come and suck daddy off before I fuck your brains out” he lay next to you and you didn’t hesitate to take his already hard cock around your hand slipping the head to your parted lips, Hinata glances sideways to see you still dripping from your pussy, he tapped your ass and you turn back to look at him, lips still on his cock. “Sit on my face” knowing he loves 69 you quickly lift one of your legs and drape it over his head. Shifting your drenched slick infront of his face you move your mouth down to take Hinata’s warm cock into your mouth, “Oh fuck, your mouth feel so good” at this point Hinata wants to see how long he and you could stand denying orgasms before snapping.

You were a hot mess above Hinata, he had denied your orgasm 5 times while you had denied him 3 because you took slower stroke to work him up. Your pussy is literally drenched and sticky, you really couldn’t take it anymore its starting to hurt and you really need to cum, “Daddy please fuck me I need your cock” you turned behind and look at him. “My favorite” he lift himself up and you got on all fours facing the headboard, back arched with your cheeks squish onto the pillow. “Please daddy i am so wet for you, I had been a good girl, I want your cock please”

Hinata thinking he too couldn’t hold it back anymore line up his cock up your pussy lips rubbing up and down to tease you for a bit, he chuckled when you whimpered another please daddy and slip in all the way. You were so tight despite how wet you was prior to the foreplay and its driving Hinata crazy by how warm and wet you felt. “Holyshit baby you are so tight and warm”

You couldn’t think straight, all you could think was if Hinata were to move a few times you will cum soon. He slowly slip out dragging his thick cock veins around your walls and then slamming it back, “Fuck daddy im gonna cum” he continue to slam his cock into your pussy and then pull out completely and look down at your pussy, you were literally sobbing by now you clenched onto nothing and grind your hips wanting Hinata to just fuck your brains out.

You subconsciously slip your finger between your legs to relieve some tension on your pussy but Hinata hold your fingers by your folds, using his hand he guide it and circle it on your hole, you whimpered at how drenched you were, “Look at you wet and horny for me, since you’re being such a good girl daddy won’t hold back anymore okay” He line his rock hard cock back on your pussy and slip in, “I want you to cum hard on my cock okay” he leaned down and you nodded, preparing for his brutal thrust. At his 5th thrust your pussy had clamp down his cock and had you squirting all over your leg, you didn’t had the chance to tell him you were coming, Hinata had to pull out and watch you squirt all over the bedsheet and thinking how fucking hot you were currently.

“Look at you, so desperate to cum that you squirted all over our bed. What a little slut” he was gripping your ass and had continued his fucking your brains out. Your pussy is clenching onto him for the 4th time cumming hard on his dick and he had emptied 3 load of cum into your womb by then, holding you down while shooting his load into you. He weren’t kidding when he say he wanted to breed you.

Your lower half was sore by midnight, Hinata was now lying down with you on top of him grinding and whimpering at how hard he still is, both of your cum making your lower body full of white stains. “Sho- I-I can’t-t im gonna cum again” you grind harder onto his cock while throwing your head back, “Me too baby” he thrust up and hold your hips making you fall to his chest taking in the loud skin slapping and wet squelching sound you both produced, “Shoyo omg please please please harder im so close” he feel your walls clenching hard on him again and you cum hard onto his cock again for the nth time tonight while he shoot his almost nonexistent cum into you again, he really unloaded everything with nothing left. Soft moans filled the room as you lift yourself off his finally limped dick and plopped yourself beside him catching your breath.

“Stay here while i prepare the bath for you okay” you gave him a tired smile and close your eyes for a bit still feeling your body hot from the activity. Hinata came back and gave you a kiss on your sweaty forehead and carried you bridal style to the bathtub filled with warm water with your favorite bath bomb scent.

(EXTRAS)

Hinata was at the MSBY locker room the next afternoon for their short meeting/training regarding an upcoming match. He was shirtless was trying to put on his training jersey when Atsumu gasped, “HOLYSHIT SHOYO WHAT HAPPEN TO YOUR BACK?” All he could do was smile sheepishly and said “My little cat scratch me”

You weren’t spare either, you had to call Yamaguchi telling him you were sick the next morning because of how sore you were and you were literally limping even going to the bathroom. And had to cover the hickeys around your neck before going to school.

(A/N:It’s literally almost 4am here and Im also drenched after writing this fic, I HOPE YOU ENJOY 😭😭😭 reblog and comments welcomed ❤️)