#you mean to tell me this lil shit got TWO KILLS?“?$?$?$?

[slymanner]

Shout-out to mr.cupcake out of all character's being the most terrifying and also VERY MAJOR CHARACTER OF THE MOVIE AT THE END DOING SOME MAJOR DAMAGE TO A CERTAIN SOMEBODY THIS LIL SHIT DID SO MUCH.?$?$?$?$?$?$?

[saatorus]

— freak like me ୨ৎ

based off of this post

wc — 2.8k

warnings — oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, genuinely just 2.8k words of filth bc i need satoru :3

Sometimes, you truly want to grab your husband by the shoulders and genuinely ask him what the hell is wrong with him.

In a purely cute, loving, wifey way, of course.

You had been lounging at home, listless but not tired, charged up but not in a productive way. The kind of restless where you start wiping already-clean counters just to burn energy. Or reorganizing your skincare drawer for the fourth time that week.

Your body felt hot under the skin, like something in you was coiled up and ready to snap. There was only one explanation for this kind of jittery, razor-sharp awareness running under your skin like a live wire. So, like any other normal person, you opened your period tracking app.

Yup. Ovulating.

Fantastic. That explained the horniness bordering on religious fervor. Everything in your body was screaming breed like it was written in your DNA. So, just like any other wife with the patience of a saint and the self-control of a demigod, you texted your husband Satoru at work.

You 12:47PM

hey u

quick q

Husband (derogatory) 12:48PM

answer is yes unless it’s illegal

You 12:48PM

r u busy or r u like pretend busy like usual

Husband (derogatory) 12:48PM

ur sounding like ur abt to ask me to pick up toilet paper and i hate that tone

what’s up

You 12:49PM

im ovulating

Husband (derogatory) 12:49PM

oh👀

ok. and?

You 12:49PM

so when u get home

ur not gonna get to say hi

or breathe

or take off ur shoes

i’m going to destroy you

like i actually might kill you with my pussy

Husband (derogatory) 12:50PM

😳

bold of u to assume i’d try to survive

You 12:50PM

bold of u to send me nothing spicy of u but be mean to me when u know i’m genuinely suffering and shit like omg

Husband (derogatory) 12:51PM

what do u want me to do??? send u a live feed of my cock at work???

do u want me to be on a list???

You 12:51PM

no but like

a lil thirst trap wouldn’t kill u

show me smth for the spank bank

Husband (derogatory) 12:52PM

u want a pic of my abs rn??

i got time

lemme hit my office for a sec

You 12:52PM

if u send me a pic right now i swear i’ll spontaneously combust

Husband (derogatory) 12:55PM

[1 image attached]

🥰

tell me i’m pretty

You 12:55PM

i hope u know this photo just signed ur death warrant

ur gonna be BURIED in me. like to the point where ur dick is like never getting out of me 

Husband (derogatory) 12:56PM

ok but like

worth it??

do i look hot

scale of 1 to rawdog me in the kitchen while the rice is still cooking

You 12:56PM

absolutely rawdog in the kitchen with zero regard for the rice

ur not even making it to the bedroom. my clit hard at dis 

Husband (derogatory) 12:57PM

god

i’m bricked up in front of principal yaga rn

i hope ur happy

You 12:57PM

good

suffer

consider it foreplay

You stared at the photo again. The audacity of this man to stand there with perfect abs, just barely flexed, pants sitting sinfully low on his hips like he knew the way your brain would short-circuit. The lighting in his office was stupidly flattering—somehow made his skin look so nice and delectable. Not to mention the veins going down to his cock?

You chewed on your lip, pacing the living room like a predator. There was simply no way you were surviving the next few hours. You even considered sending him a photo back—bait for bait, a little tit-for-tat—but decided against it. Let him suffer.

Let the anticipation kill him softly.

When he gets home? You’re not talking. You’re not greeting. You’re not doing anything except dragging him inside and absolutely sucking the soul out of the man you had ended up marrying.

–

It was exactly 6:02PM when you heard the door unlock.

Two minutes late. Not that you were keeping track or anything… except you definitely were, curled up on the couch in a barely-there pair of shorts and one of his old shirts with no bra underneath. Strategic slutty domesticity. A war tactic.

You didn’t even look up right away. Let the tension simmer. Let him walk in and realize what he’s just stepped into.

The door creaked open, followed by the soft jingle of his keys and the unmistakable shuffle of his slides hitting the entryway.

Then:

“I’m home—”

You were already standing in front of him before he could finish the sentence.

The look on his face was criminally satisfied. Like he knew he was walking into the lion’s den and brought himself as the offering. His blindfold was pooled around his neck– it was a habit for him to take it off at home. His white hair was a little tousled from the wind, and he had the audacity to be smiling.

“Hi, babe—”

You didn’t even let him finish his sentence. You fisted your hands in the front of his shirt and yanked him down into a kiss so hot it made your knees buckle. He groaned into your mouth, hands flying to your hips out of instinct.

“Jesus—” he panted against your lips, breath already shaky. “You weren’t joking.”

“I told you I was gonna ruin you,” you muttered, kissing down his jaw, “You think I just say things for fun?”

His laugh was breathless, cocky, but already crumbling. “You do, though.”

You reached between your bodies and palmed him through his pants. “Not today.”

Satoru hissed, bracing one hand against the wall. “Okay, wow. Hi. Hello. I see the demons are home.”

“You started it,” you said sweetly, unzipping his pants like you were opening a present. “Sending me that photo like I’m not clinically insane for you.”

“I was tryna be nice— shit—”

His sentence broke off into a groan as you sank to your knees right there in the hallway. He wasn’t even fully undressed, shirt still on, pants down just enough for you to get what you wanted. And what you wanted?

To suck his soul out like a Capri Sun.

You eagerly took him in your mouth, lips wrapping around him– absolutely no time for teasing– taking him as far as you could the moment he slipped into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of him, at the feeling of his prominent veins on your tongue, and the way that he just sat so hot and heavy in your mouth.

“Baby,” he rasped, one hand threading through your hair, the other gripping the wall so hard you swore it cracked a little. “Not— not even the bedroom?”

You hummed around him in response.

“Fuck—okay, okay—take everything. Take the whole paycheck.”

You didn’t let up—not even when his knees buckled, not when your nose repeatedly kept hitting the smattering of white hair above his base, not when his pink, throbbing tip kept hitting the back of your throat so good that your pussy felt like it was a puddle at this point, not when he was gasping out half-finished apologies to whatever god he believed in, not when he muttered something about filing for short-term disability because of "whatever the fuck this is."

He came so hard you were genuinely concerned for a second that his soul had actually left his body. Filled your throat with him, even. Like a capri sun. Man folded like an origami crane. Sagged against the wall with his shirt all rumpled, hair sticking to his forehead, and the most dazed, fucked-out look you’d ever seen on his stupidly pretty face.

You licked your lips and stood up slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand like a villain in a K-drama. 

Satoru looked up at you like you were the Messiah and the apocalypse all in one.

“You’re insane,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

“You love it.”

“I do,” he breathed. “God, I really do. I’m in love with the devil.”

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him sweetly, gently, like you hadn’t just given him a religious experience with your mouth.

Then you whispered in his ear:

“Round two’s in the kitchen.”

He made a sound that was not human.

By the time he made it to the kitchen—pants back up but barely, shirt half-untucked like he just walked off a battlefield—he looked like he had one brain cell left, and it was begging for mercy.

You, however?

Unbothered. Glowing. A menace in tiny shorts and smug satisfaction.

You leaned against the counter, one leg crossed over the other, nursing a glass of water like you hadn’t just rearranged his internal organs. “I said round two in the kitchen,” you reminded him, sipping slowly. “You moving a little slow there, old man.”

He squinted at you, chest still rising and falling. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“Technically, I warned you.”

“You warned me via text,” he muttered, walking over with the exaggerated drag of a man heading into war. “There’s a difference between texting me you’re gonna ruin me and actually attempting a physical exorcism on my soul through my dick.”

You grinned. “Still had enough energy to come find me, though.”

“That’s because my penis is a traitor and doesn’t believe in self-preservation.”

“Your penis is smart. Your penis is loyal. Your penis knows who feeds it.”

You didn’t wait for a reply. You set the glass down with a click, reached for his collar, and pulled him in. “Bend me over the counter,” you whispered against his lips.

He choked.

Eyes wide. Pupils blown. Brain visibly buffering.

And then: obedience.

“I—yes. Okay. I mean—of course. Obviously.” He practically tossed your glass to the side and spun you around, hands already slipping under your shirt, finding your bare skin like he was made for it. His thumbs hooked underneath the waistband of your shorts, halting when he felt the smooth skin of your hip bones and not the waistband of your panties.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “No panties?”

“I was planning ahead,” you said, bending slightly and bracing your hands against the counter.

“God, I love you so much it actually hurts.” He kissed down the back of your neck, worshipful. “You’re unreal.” He slipped down your shorts, and then his already halfway down pants, aligning his tip with your soaking entrance.

Then he slid into you with a groan so filthy it echoed off the cabinets. You gasped, arching, clenching around him instinctively, and heard him let out a shaky laugh.

“This is a setup,” he whispered, biting your shoulder. “I feel like you’re doing this to steal my powers. Like I’m not gonna be able to use infinity after this.”

You couldn’t even form a reply—your mouth was open, moaning, hands scrabbling for purchase. He wasn’t going slow. Not anymore. Whatever restraint he had left burned off the moment he was inside you. It was fast, deep, messy. The kind of fucking that blurred your vision and made your toes curl.

Satoru’s fingers dug into your hips as he pounded into you, saying all kinds of nonsense against your skin:

“Been thinking about you all goddamn day—” “—knew I was in trouble when you said ovulating—” “—you were serious about the soul thing, huh? gonna baptize me in pussy—”

You half-laughed, half-cried out as he hit a spot that made your legs shake.

He reached around to rub tight, dirty circles on your clit, whispering, “C’mon, baby, let go for me, lemme feel it, wanna feel you lose your mind—fuck, please—”

And you did��with a broken moan and a full-body tremble that had your knees buckling, your body locking up so tight around him that he swore out loud, dropped his forehead to your shoulder, and followed you over the edge with a deep, shaky groan that sounded like it came from the depths.

The kitchen went quiet except for your breathing. The rice cooker beeped once, like it had seen things.

You both just stood there, still connected, sweaty, wrecked, in the soft afterglow of holy sin.

“…do we have any electrolytes?” he asked weakly.

You giggled. “Top shelf. Pedialyte in the purple bottle.”

“You’re a menace,” he said, pulling out slowly with a wince. “I’m not even mad. I’m just scared.”

You turned to face him, cupping his face and giving him the sweetest kiss imaginable. “You’ll live.”

He blinked. “Will I? Are you sure? Like… can I put you on my life insurance as both the cause and beneficiary of death?” Satoru was still recovering—barely holding himself up against the counter, forehead pressed to the cool surface, chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon while holding his breath.

You, on the other hand, were just sitting on the counter next to him sipping water like a perfectly reasonable, not at all deranged wife. Ignore the fact that his cum was steadily drying on your thighs after dripping out once he pulled out.

“So,” you said casually, like you weren’t actively naked in your own kitchen. “You think the rice is done?”

“Baby,” he said, voice hoarse, muffled, like he didn’t trust himself to lift his head. “Please. I don’t even remember my own name.”

You leaned over and patted his ass. “That’s okay. You don’t need a name. You just need to sit up on that counter for me.”

He groaned. “I need food. I need air. I need—what did I even do to deserve this?”

“You sent me a thirst trap.”

“You literally asked me for it,” he whined, straightening up slowly, eyes glassy.

You pushed off the counter—with a slight wobble—and before he could get another sarcastic word out, you moved away from from the counter in the middle of the kitchen, boosting yourself up onto the counter right next to the stove, legs spread, voice sugar-sweet.

“C’mere.”

He blinked. “Oh my god. Are you gonna ride me next to the soy sauce?”

“Would you prefer the spice cabinet?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Spice cabinet.”

—

Somehow, somehow, you ended up on the higher shelf. Not the safe little cozy edge of the island—no. You were straddling him on the counter in the corner by the window, legs draped around his thighs, knee bumping the pepper grinder, and he looked like he was going to have a nervous breakdown about how hot it was.

Satoru kissed you like a man possessed—hands on your thighs, holding you open for him, still too breathless from the last round to be cocky but desperate enough not to care.

“I don’t have anything left,” he whispered into your mouth. “You’ve drained me. I’m just a shell of a man now.”

“Then let me fill you back up,” you said, not even remotely sorry.

“Do you even hear yourself—holy shit—”

You’d sunk down onto him again, slow and deep, pulling a moan out of him so loud it had no business being that pretty. His head dropped to your shoulder as you started riding him, deliberately slow this time, grinding in small, agonizing circles.

“I’m gonna pass out,” he whispered. “You’re gonna have to call Shoko and be like, ‘Hi, I murdered my husband with pussy and now he’s trapped in the rice cooker, can you help me scrape him out?’”

You leaned in close, teeth grazing his ear.  “She’d say ‘finally.’”

His hands flew to your hips, grip bruising, and he started moving with you, fucking up into you like he’d found his second wind in the middle of his own funeral.

The countertop creaked under you. The spice jars rattled. A cinnamon container fell off the shelf at one point and he caught it one-handed without breaking rhythm, then threw it over his shoulder like an anime protagonist mid-battle.

“Why is this the best sex of my life—” he gasped, eyes wild.

“Because I’m ovulating and mad,” you panted, nails digging into his back. “Because you purposely sent me your cum-worthy abs.”

“So my ballsack is being drained because of some muscles on my abdomen?—”

“You don’t get it—”

And then you came together in the middle of the kitchen like two idiots in heat, clinging to each other, half-screaming into each other’s skin like the world was ending. Which, in a way, it was. Your knees were shaking. His hands wouldn’t stop twitching. 

The counter was definitely never going to recover.

And when it was over, when the both of you were breathless and sweaty and completely unhinged, he looked at you—kiss-bitten, flushed, utterly destroyed—and whispered:

“I don’t think I can eat rice ever again.”

being a virgin and ovulating is not for the weak 🙁🙁🙁

[azzishands]

My brother's girlfriend - Chapter five

Paige x Azzi

WC: 6.2k

Warnings: suggestive content (18+)

A/N: Someone said Azzi in this fic would love Pushing it down and praying by Lizzy McAlpine, and I loved that, so I hereby declare it Azzi's anthem<3

Masterlist

---

Paige woke up by persistent knocking on her bedroom door.

“What the-”

Suddenly, the images of last night flooded her memory. 

Her eyes shot open and she looked beside her. 

Empty. 

“Paige! Wake up!” 

It was Josh. 

“Fuck,” Paige sat up in distress and slight panic as her senses were starting to be consumed by Azzi. She could still smell her. She could still feel her on her fingers. Could still see what she looked like all fucked out. Still taste her on her tongue. 

“Paigey?” Josh spoke again outside her bedroom door. 

“Coming!” Paige shouted and got out of bed to throw on some clothes. 

“Shit,” she murmured to herself as she paced back and forth. 

What had they done?

“Hey,” Josh greeted her with a hug the moment she opened her door. “Missed you, Paigey.”

“Missed you too, Joshy,” Paige hugged him back with a racing heart and a racing mind. 

“Wha-” Josh laughed when they let go of each other. “Damn, someone’s had a good night.”

Paige’s eyes widened in panic.

“What do you mean?” she stuttered out. 

“Your neck,” Josh pointed with his finger. “It’s uh, a lot.”

Paige ran to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. And surely enough, her neck was filled with hickeys. 

She didn’t know whether to be angry or turned on. 

“Sam?” Josh asked, leaning on the bathroom door frame with his arms crossed. 

“Uh, yeah,” Paige nervously lied. “But enough about that. Tell me about Europe.”

They sat down at the kitchen table and Josh got to tell her all about his trip. 

“And then there was this bar in Germany that you would’ve absolutely loved. If you’d ever open up your own bar, I’d imagined it would look something like this,” Josh told her and showed her pictures on his phone. 

Paige tried to focus on everything he said, but her mind kept drifting to her brother’s girlfriend who she had spent the night with.

“So,” Josh said after having told all kinds of stories about his work trip. “Azzi told me you’ve been getting along much better now.”

“Yeah,” Paige nodded, but couldn’t meet Josh’s eyes. 

“Just wanted to say I really appreciate you for letting her stay here, and taking care of her,” Josh smiled gratefully. “I don’t know if she told you, but her dad’s kind of an alcoholic, and I just wanted her to get out of that. So if you two are getting along now, maybe she can stay a little longer?”

“Uh, okay,” Paige scratched the back of her head. 

“You sure? You’re allowed to say no,” Josh said. “I know I kind of overstepped last time when I didn’t check with you first.”

“No, it’s alright,” Paige swallowed. “Just, uh… How serious are you about her?”

“About Azzi?” Josh asked. “Pretty serious. I mean, she’s not like any other girl I’ve dated, as you’ve probably noticed. She’s fantastic, and during this time without her, I’ve come to realize that I really want to commit to this relationship and put effort into making it work. She’s worth it.”

“Oh,” Paige said, not completely able to hide her disappointment, but Josh didn’t seem to notice. “I’m happy for you lil bro.”

“I know you are,” he smiled. 

“I just… If you guys are serious about living together, maybe you should start looking for an apartment together? I mean, you guys probably want to be alone at some point,” Paige nervously suggested. 

The thought of having to see Josh and Azzi enter the same bedroom every night, having to hear them through the wall and not being able to touch her again made Paige feel nauseous. 

“Sure,” Josh nodded. “Hey, I’m gonna go take a nap, the jetlag is killing me. But wake me up when Azzi comes home from work, will you?”

“Okay,” Paige agreed. 

Paige let her head fall in her hands the moment Josh disappeared into his bedroom. 

This was bad.

She had lost all restraints last night.

And even though she wasn’t fully sober, she knew that in no way excused what they had done. 

She had fucked Azzi. Twice.

She remembered Azzi begging for it, and that look on her face, and that voice dripping with neediness. And that fucking black lace underwear. 

“Fuck,” Paige groaned and dragged her palms down her face. 

Because the worst thing was that she didn’t even regret it. She only regretted it for Josh’s sake. But the sex in itself? No, she could never regret that. And it disappointed herself more than anything. Because what kind of shitty sister and shitty human being was she?

She was not a homewrecker. That’s just not who Paige Bueckers was. 

The damage doesn’t have to be done, Paige thought to herself. In one way or another, she was gonna turn this around. 

She had to. For Josh. 

The day went on and turned to evening, and Azzi had still not come home. 

Paige had been pacing the apartment, thinking about what to say to her when she would arrive. She had been sweating out of stress the entire day, but apparently, for no reason at all as the younger woman never seemed to come home. 

“She hasn’t come home yet?” Josh exited his bedroom groggily from sleeping.

“Nope,” Paige just said. 

“She should be home by now,” Josh said with a worried tone. “What if something’s happened?”

He grabbed his phone and called her. After seven attempts, he looked up at Paige with a stressed facial expression. 

“She’s not answering,” he sat down next to Paige on the couch and tried once more. 

“Let me try,” Paige took her phone and called her. No answer. 

She sent a text.

Paige Bueckers: ‘Azzi, pick up’

Paige Bueckers: ‘Josh is worried’

No answer. 

“I gotta go look for her,” Josh stood up from the couch and grabbed his jacket. 

“Josh,” Paige said. “Don’t overreact now. She’s probably just… Maybe she met a friend? Or maybe her phone died? Or she’s with her dad?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Josh said. “I’m going to the cafe, and then to her home. You wanna follow?”

Paige swallowed. “No, you go. But keep me updated.”

The urgency and fear in Josh’s voice riled up the same feelings for Paige. What if this was all Paige’s fault? What if Azzi regretted it so much she couldn’t face her?

Or worse, what if Azzi had been too drunk and Paige had just taken advantage of it?

“Pick up, pick up,” Paige stressfully paced the living room and called her once more. 

Paige Bueckers: ‘Azzi, call me’

Paige Bueckers: ‘I really need to talk to you’

Paige Bueckers: ‘Please’

But Azzi seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. 

Later that night, Josh came home looking absolutely destroyed. 

“Did you find her?” Paige rose from the couch immediately. 

“No,” Josh said low. “Did she answer you?”

“No,” Paige swallowed, and the fear in her was starting to become overbearing now. 

“I’m gonna go back to the cafe tomorrow and ask them,” Josh sighed.

“I’ll come with you,” Paige said. 

Paige couldn’t sleep that night. 

Her sheets still smelled like Azzi and her mind was haunting her with memories from the other night and scenarios of what could’ve happened to Azzi. And the fear of Azzi’s opinion about her stressed her out. 

What if Azzi hated her?

She picked up her phone and tried to call her again. It was in the middle of the night, but she felt consumed by the panic inside her. 

Paige Bueckers: ‘Do you hate me?’

Paige Bueckers: ‘I’m sorry I took it too far’

Paige Bueckers: ‘Please, just let me know you’re okay’

Paige Bueckers: ‘Azzi, please, just let me know you’re alive’

Paige Bueckers: ‘I promise I won’t talk to you ever again if you just let me know if you’re okay or not’

----

Azzi Fudd: ‘I’m okay Paige’

Azzi Fudd: ‘I just need some space’

Paige didn’t even remember falling asleep. But the morning sun had peeked through her window and evidently woken her up. 

The first thing she did was check her phone. And to her big relief, Azzi had answered. 

She was okay. 

And Paige felt the huge weight on her chest be lifted immediately. She didn’t even care about the second message’s implication. The fact that Azzi was okay was all that mattered. 

She got up from the bed and instantly went to Josh’s bedroom. She didn’t even knock.

“Azzi’s okay,” Paige told him with a big relieved exhale. 

“What?” Josh scrambled up. “Did she call?”

“No, she texted me,” Paige said and tapped her phone.

“Let me see.”

Before Paige could protest, Josh had snatched it away from her hands and scrolled through their messages. 

“Fuck, I’m so relieved,” he exhaled. 

But it didn’t take long before his look of relief turned into confusion. 

“Why did you text her asking her if she hated you? And why did you apologize for taking things too far?” he asked, puzzled. 

“I- uh, we- um…”

“What the fuck did you do?” Josh’s voice raised. 

“Nothing!” Paige exclaimed in panic. “We didn’t do anything.”

“No, what did YOU do, Paige?” Josh's voice was hard.

“I didn’t-”

“-Why the fuck is my girlfriend telling you she needs space?” Josh interrogated. 

Paige stammered out nonsense. 

“We- uh- we had a small fight,” Paige blurted out a lie in panic. “And I said some things. That’s all. But it wasn’t anything serious, it was just, you know…”

“Well it was serious enough for my girlfriend to disappear,” Josh said angrily. “GOD Paige, do you ever think about anyone but yourself?”

“Josh, I-”

“-No seriously, why the fuck do you have to be so hard on her?” Josh huffed out in disbelief of the nerve of his sister. “What the fuck has she ever done to you?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Paige felt the tears start to prick in her eyes. Not because Josh was yelling at her, but because the truth was worse than her lies. 

“Get the fuck out of my room,” Josh said and pointed at the door with wild eyes. 

Normally, Paige would talk back. She would yell right back at him and they would fight it out. But this time, Paige couldn’t. She was ashamed and guilt ridden and knew that she had nothing to fight for. She was in the wrong no matter how you would twist it.

So Paige walked out quietly. 

How could one person fuck up this much?

----

“Azzi, talk to me,” Caroline sat down next to her friend and comfortingly rubbed her back. 

“I just- I’m a horrible human being, Car,” Azzi sobbed. 

She had been crying ever since she had woken up. 

Last night after work she had taken her car and driven seven hours to Caroline. She needed to escape, and most of all, she needed her best friend. 

Caroline hadn’t expected her. She had opened her door in the middle of the night with a shocked face to the sight of Azzi out in her hall. 

“Azzi?” 

“I slept with Paige,” Azzi had blurted out, and fell into her arms. 

Azzi had no memory of falling asleep. She had been reading Paige’s texts over and over, before finally answering after several hours. But then suddenly she woke up in the morning, indicating that she had in fact fallen asleep at some point. And instantly, she had started to sob. And now she was here, on Caroline’s couch, still crying. 

“You’re not a horrible human being, Azzi,” Caroline said and held her tightly against her chest. 

“I am,” Azzi said, wrecked. “I cheated on Josh with Paige.”

Caroline hesitated. She was trying to find the right words, but it was hard when she knew that what Azzi had done was objectively wrong. 

“I don’t think it’s that black and white,” Caroline said slowly. “You don’t become a bad person just because you’re doing one bad thing, Azzi. You’re more than your mistake.”

“It wasn’t just a mistake,” Azzi sniffled. “It was one after the other. It was a decision. It was something I wanted, God, I wanted it so bad I begged for it.”

Caroline made a face. She didn’t need to know that. 

“Okay sweetie,” she awkwardly chuckled. “Let’s break down how this happened. Because I know you’d never intentionally hurt someone.”

Azzi nodded and wiped away the tears on her cheeks, even though tears were still falling. 

“You met Paige, and you guys didn’t even get along. How did that change?” Caroline asked first. 

“She was infuriating, and rude and so fucking mean and she drove me mad. But then she became kind of reasonable and honest and… beautiful. And then she became infuriating in a whole ‘nother sense. Infuriating in a way that gets under your skin and never leaves,” Azzi said. 

“What do you mean?”

Azzi took a deep breath. 

“I didn’t even realize it until yesterday. The way she had just sneakily gotten into my heart. I thought she was only in my head, but it’s… She’s…”

“You like her,” Caroline stated more than asked. 

Azzi looked down on the floor and nodded. 

“I guess you were right,” Azzi whispered disappointingly. 

Caroline chuckled sweetly. “Don’t say it like it’s the end of the world that I was right.”

“I’m not,” Azzi said. “But it’s the end of the world that I actually like her.”

“Why? I mean I get that it’s complicated that you’re together with her brother, but other than that, isn’t it a lovely thing to like somebody?”

Azzi hummed thoughtfully. 

“Yeah, if things were different, it would’ve been quite wonderful to like her,” Azzi concluded. “Maybe we could’ve even… No, that’s stupid.”

“No, what?” Caroline encouraged her. 

“Maybe we could’ve been something really great, you know?” Azzi said with a broken voice, and another tear fell silently down her cheek. “If I’d just met her first.”

“Azzi,” Caroline almost laughed. “No one is forcing you to be with Josh if you’d rather be with someone else.”

“They’re siblings, I can’t just break up with Josh to pursue his sister, who by the way, lives in the same apartment,” Azzi deadpanned. “Besides, Paige just sees me as a mistake. She doesn’t have any feelings for me.”

“You do realize you slept with her? And that you guys did that together?” Caroline asked rhetorically. 

“So? She sleeps with her ex all the time without having any feelings for her, how am I any different?” Azzi countered. 

“Oh my God, the more I know about Paige the more flabbergasted I get,” Caroline scoffed. “She sleeps with her ex all the time?”

“I mean, not all the time,” Azzi said quickly. 

“Who is this girl?” Caroline questioned to herself with wide eyes. “She sleeps with her ex and her brother’s girlfriend? Azzi, I’m sorry to say this but she sounds kind of insane.”

Azzi facepalmed herself. 

“Don’t say it like that,” Azzi frowned.

Caroline snorted.

“Is Paige better than Josh in bed?” 

“CAROLINE,” Azzi groaned and buried her head in her hands. 

“Thumbs up or thumbs down?” Caroline teased. 

Azzi grumbled in despair into her hands, but slowly showed her a thumbs up, and Caroline burst out laughing. 

“I think it’s pretty obvious what’s next,” Caroline said after she had been laughing for a full minute. 

“What?” Azzi looked up from her hands and looked at her friend curiously.

“You have to break up with Josh and tell Paige how you feel,” Caroline shrugged like it was a given. 

“It’s not that easy,” Azzi argued. “Just because I like Paige doesn’t mean my feelings for Josh are just gone. I still like him too.”

“Like you like Paige?”

Azzi hesitated, and that was an answer in itself. 

“Josh helped me get away from dad,” Azzi said quietly. “He helped me get a job. He opened his home to me. I can’t…”

“Wait,” Caroline suddenly frowned. “Do you even- have you ever even liked him?”

“Of course I have- I do,” Azzi said, astonished at Caroline’s implication. “But my point is that it’s not just about my feelings. I feel indebted to him, because I am.”

“You’re not,” Caroline shook her head. “He did those things because he cares about you, not because he expects something back.”

“I don’t think he’d do those things if he knew I’d want his sister more than him in the end,” Azzi sighed, and Caroline was silenced with the truth. 

“Maybe it’ll go away,” Azzi mumbled after a while.

“Your feelings for Paige?”

“Yeah,” Azzi nodded. “Or every other problem in my life.”

Caroline wrapped her arms around her friend and hugged her affectionately, and in that moment, it was all Azzi really needed.

----

Two weeks later and Azzi still hadn’t showed up at the apartment. 

She hadn’t reached out to Josh once. And Paige’s fears had slowly started to turn into irritation. 

Because she had to witness Josh’s devastation every day that Azzi didn’t reach out to him. He was in agony because of the unknown, of why she just disappeared. And in addition to that, he was still mad at Paige. 

“I’ve texted her a hundred times, why did she answer you but not me?” Josh asked in despair. 

“She answered me once, two weeks ago, and she said she needed space,” Paige argued. 

“What if she just lost feelings for me while I was gone? What if I ruined this, Paige?” Josh sighed. 

“Josh, you’ve dated tons of girls, you can get over this one too,” Paige tried to be supportive, but it mostly came out tired and nonchalant.

“I don’t want to get over her,” Josh said. “I want to be with her.”

“Well, you’re not the one to decide that,” Paige felt her patience starting to run out. “Listen, none of us know why she disappeared.” 

Lie.

“But you’ve got to stop plaguing yourself about what went wrong. Maybe nothing went wrong? Maybe she just honestly needs space?”

“You told me you fought with her,” Josh said accusingly. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten that. If it turns out this is all your fault, I swear to God, you’re gonna regret it.”

Paige rolled her eyes at him, knowing that she hadn’t fought with Azzi at all. 

In fact, Paige was in just much agony as Josh, if not more. 

She missed Azzi. 

She missed Azzi so much that she felt mad at her for disappearing like this. For not reaching out to her. For not explaining herself.

But most of all, she felt hurt. 

That night had meant everything to her, and Azzi had just run away. 

No explanation.

Not even a care in the world to reach out to Paige.

And now two weeks later, Paige had had enough of Azzi’s silence. 

She angrily drove to the cafe she knew Azzi worked at and entered with determined steps. She told herself she was doing this for Josh’s sake, but deep down she knew that she couldn’t handle the silence anymore. She needed answers. But most of all, she just needed to see her face again. 

“Hi, is Azzi here?” she asked a tall brunette behind the counter. 

“No, she just went home for the day, actually,” the woman replied, eyeing Paige up and down suspiciously. 

“Great,” Paige laughed humorlessly and walked out the door again. 

She didn’t waste any time, she drove straight to Azzi’s dad’s house and went up the front door and started to knock aggressively. 

“Open up Azzi, I know you’re in there!” Paige yelled while she pounded the door.

She didn’t let up.

“AZZI!” she yelled.

And finally, after at least five minutes of constant banging on the door and yelling, the door opened. 

“Jesus Paige, do you ever stop?”

And there was Azzi Fudd in the flesh, for the first time in two weeks. 

For the first time since that night. 

“You didn’t open the door,” Paige swallowed at the sight of her. 

“Exactly,” Azzi scoffed. “If someone doesn’t open the door, that means go away, not yell louder.”

Paige just shook her head and walked straight into the house past Azzi’s shoulder. 

“I don’t care,” Paige said and walked to the living room where they had left Azzi’s dad one night. “You have some explaining to do.”

“What do you want me to say?” Azzi said frustratedly and followed her. “You were there, you know what happened.”

Paige looked down at the floor in shame for a second, before looking at Azzi again. 

“But does that have to go out over my brother? Josh is devastated,” Paige argued. “You should’ve called him.”

“And tell him what, Paige? That I slept with his sister?” Azzi shot back. The tension between them started to rise. 

“Of course not,” Paige scoffed. “But you could’ve told him yourself that you needed space, and that it’s not his fault. He’s going crazy.”

“And you don’t think I’m going crazy, Paige!?” Azzi yelled back angrily. “You think I’m just out here enjoying my life?”

“Well how the hell am I supposed to know when you haven’t been home for two weeks to tell me!?” Paige yelled back. 

“How can you expect me to come back to the apartment and sleep in the same bed as Josh when all I really want is to be with you instead!?” Azzi bursted out, wrecked. 

“What?” Paige blinked in utter shock. 

“I-” Azzi stammered, her cheeks turning red from all the yelling and her newly confessed feelings. 

“You want to be with me instead?” Paige repeated, looking all puzzled at Azzi. 

“No. Yes. Maybe,” Azzi said and sat down at the couch, burying her head in her hands. 

“Azzi…” she exhaled in disbelief. “You… You want to be with me?”

Azzi just looked down at the floor in silence. 

“You can’t be with me, Azzi,” Paige breathed out, and Azzi snapped her head up. 

“Don’t you think I know that?” she glared at her. 

“You’re with Josh,” Paige said, and Azzi’s heart broke at the same moment she uttered the following words. “And I don’t feel the same.”

“I know,” Azzi said quietly, feeling the tears start to crowd her eyesight. 

Paige’s heart broke by her own words. But she couldn’t let this happen, no matter how much she wanted it. Azzi was Josh’s. 

“Do you regret sleeping with me?” Azzi asked as a tear rolled down her cheek. 

Paige just looked at her. “Do you?” she asked back. 

Azzi shook her head. “Of course not. I wanted to,” she said quietly. 

“What I feel about it doesn’t matter,” Paige said at last. “It doesn’t change the fact that what we did is extremely hurtful to Josh, and he deserves better, from the both of us.”

“I know,” Azzi exhaled again. “I know.”

“Josh means the world to me, and he is heartbroken over the fact that you haven’t reached out once since he got back from Europe,” Paige continued. “You better fix this, Azzi.”

“I will,” Azzi sniffled. 

“Good,” Paige said and started to walk towards the front door, but she didn’t get far before Azzi called out for her.

“Paige,” she said, making her stop in her tracks and walk slowly back to the living room and looked at the girl on the couch. 

“I just need to know,” Azzi said. “Do you not have any feelings for me? Like, at all? Not even during that night just for a moment?”

Paige stared at her intently. Everything in her body screamed for her to let Azzi know just how much she liked her, just how much she wanted her. 

But she couldn’t do that to Josh. Not after everything. She had done enough damage. 

“I don’t have any feelings for you, Azzi,” she said with an unwavering voice and gaze, and then left the house. 

The moment Paige parked her car outside her apartment complex, she couldn’t hold it in any longer. She sobbed into her hands loudly and uncontrollably. 

Azzi wanted her. She actually wanted her, and yet Paige still couldn’t have her. 

It was as if she felt her heart shatter and every piece of it poked a hole inside of her, making her bleed, making her broken. 

It had taken everything in her to say no to Azzi, to look into those big brown crying eyes and tell her the biggest lie in her life. But the guilt she owed to her brother was stronger than her craving for the younger one. She couldn’t afford to be selfish about this, not when she had fucked up this badly anyway. 

Paige wiped away the tears from her face and took a deep breath. 

If things wouldn’t get better, maybe she would just have to look for a new apartment herself. 

----

“Paige! Azzi finally called me,” Josh ran into her bedroom the morning after. 

“Did she?” Paige asked groggily, newly awake. “What’d she say?”

“She apologized for disappearing, said something about having a hard time with her dad and stuff, which is completely understandable,” Josh told her, and Paige quietly scoffed to herself. “She’s gonna come over today and make it up to me.”

“Oh, great,” Paige said sarcastically and put a pillow over her head. 

“She’s gonna come over and cook dinner for us,” Josh continued.

“Do I have to be here for that?” Paige groaned. 

Josh smacked her arm. “You’re already on thin ice, Paige Madison Bueckers. You’ll be here tonight, and you’ll play nice, you hear me?”

Paige just sighed, but nodded beneath the pillow. 

She had only spent one evening together with the couple, but she did not look forward to doing it again. 

The sun was shining, and she decided to go take a run to distract herself from thinking about Azzi. 

The tall apartment buildings were towering over her, and it felt nice to use her body and be physically exhausted for once, rather than emotionally. 

But the peace didn’t last long. One hour run later, and she found herself under the hot stream of water in the shower, thinking about her brother’s girlfriend yet again. She tilted her head back and let the droplets hit her face first. 

Azzi wanted her. It kept repeating in her head. Azzi had feelings for her. 

Her heart both melted and ached. What does it matter if Azzi wanted her? She couldn’t have her anyway. 

What did it matter that all Paige wanted to do was go back in time and meet Azzi first, before she had the chance to meet Josh? What did it matter that it felt like her heart was being shattered over and over by the circumstances, and that she wished she had never met Azzi while simultaneously thinking that Azzi was the best thing that ever happened to her?

She turned the temperature of the water to ice cold and felt her whole body tense up. She loved it. It was like a reset for her whole system. 

The dinner that was awaiting would be pleasant, Paige told herself. She would behave, and the only thing that mattered was that Josh and Azzi were happy. 

It wasn’t like Paige to think positively, but it just felt like the right moment to try. 

Hours later, the bell rang in the apartment, and in stepped the woman she both had dreaded and longed for. 

“Hey babe,” Josh hugged her immediately and pecked her cheek.

Azzi smiled a sincere smile at his touch, and Paige’s reaction was instant. She dug her nails in her arms and bit her lip hard. 

“Hey,” Paige just gave a short nod at Azzi, and Azzi dropped her smile when her eyes landed on the blonde. 

“Hi,” Azzi said curtly.

“Glad to see you again,” Paige said with underlying insincerity. 

“Likewise,” the brunette said back and walked to the kitchen with Josh’s arm around her waist. 

The tension was already hostile. It hadn’t been Paige’s intention, and she had really mentally been preparing herself to be on her best behaviour.

But seeing Josh all up on her already? It was laughable. Paige’s motivational speeches to herself stood no chance.

It was going to be a long night. 

Josh and Azzi were staying in the kitchen, cooking together, while Paige was in the living room, trying to think her way out of falling back into old patterns. 

But the atmosphere between the two women was already set the moment Azzi dropped her smile upon seeing Paige.

“Paige, dinner’s ready!” Josh called on her from the kitchen after a while. 

Paige sat down across the couple and made a face from just seeing them sitting next to each other. 

“We made meatballs with mashed potato,” Josh informed her. “Go ahead, try.”

“No broccoli this time,” Azzi added with a small smile to Paige. 

Paige’s lips twitched into a grin and she let out a breath of amusement. 

“Appreciate it,” she mumbled and served herself some food. 

“I just told Azzi about this cute restaurant in Munich I would love to take her to one day,” Josh began conversing. “We should make a Europe trip one day, all three of us.”

Paige couldn’t help but to snort. 

“Yeah, that’s a great idea,” she said sarcastically, earning a roll of the eyes from Azzi, and a confused look from Josh. 

“Why did you say it like that?” Josh asked. 

“Like what?” Paige asked back, pretending to not know what he meant. 

“Like my idea sounded ridiculous,” Josh explained. 

“You must be hearing things,” Paige dismissed. 

“Yeah Josh, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Paige clearly wants us to go to Europe together, right Paige?” Azzi said with a daring smile. 

“Right,” Paige’s jaw clenched. 

Azzi moved her hand to the back of Josh’s neck and started to affectionately rub with her fingertips. Josh looked at Azzi and smiled, and Paige wanted to puke. 

“You look so handsome babe,” Azzi suddenly said and leaned over to Josh and kissed his cheek. 

Paige physically froze and stared down at her plate. 

“Don’t he look handsome, Paige?” Azzi then asked and turned to Paige. 

“He’s my brother, I just call him ugly,” Paige snapped her eyes up to meet Azzi’s, shooting daggers. 

“Shut up, jerk,” Josh said with a smile, clearly not fazed with the insult. 

“Well I think you’re very sexy, baby,” Azzi leaned in, letting her face be right where his neck was, kissing him gently on his skin. 

Paige slammed her fists on the table and stood up in a rush. The plates and cutlery clattered as the table shook. Both Josh and Azzi jolted with the loud bang and looked at Paige with wide eyes. 

“Thanks for the food, it was fucking fantastic,” Paige said seethingly and started to leave the table. 

“You barely ate?” Josh said, confused. 

“I don’t feel like eating in front of a live fucking romcom scene,” she spit out and slammed her bedroom door shut. 

Azzi swallowed at her words, knowing that she had gotten exactly what she wanted out of Paige - a reaction. But now she was stuck alone with Josh.

“Ignore her,” Josh said and put his hand on her thigh. 

Azzi just nodded and stared at Paige’s bedroom door, her hand itching to remove Josh’s hand from her leg. 

Maybe it had been a mistake to test Paige like this, because now she had ultimately led Josh to believe that she really wanted to be touchy with him, when that was not the case. But she just wanted to make Paige jealous. 

Because Paige had hurt her badly the other day, and Azzi wanted to make her pay. Azzi wanted Paige to want her.

After Josh and Azzi had finished their meal, they cleaned up the dishes and made themselves comfortable on the couch. 

Josh went to Paige’s bedroom door and knocked. 

“Paigey,” he called out to her. “Open up!”

Paige opened up with a death glare.

“What?” she asked, already impatient. 

“Wanna watch a movie with us?” 

“Hell no-”

“-Paige,” Josh gave her a stern look. “I swear to God.”

Paige took a deep breath and silently just walked over to the couch. She took a corner seat as far away from Azzi as she could while Josh sat down right next to her, putting a blanket over their legs and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. 

They put on some action movie with lots of car chases and weapons and unnecessary suspense that led nowhere. Paige was bored out of her mind and scrolled on her phone most of the time. Also because she couldn’t physically stand the sight of Azzi leaning her head on Josh’s shoulder.

After an hour of pew pew and whatever was going on, Azzi looked over at Josh and saw that he had fallen asleep. She carefully got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water, feeling Paige’s eyes on her the whole time. 

When she returned to the couch, she took a seat next to Paige. 

“Hi,” she whispered, and looked at Paige. 

Paige just looked at her with a neutral face, and didn't say anything back. 

“I’m sorry for dinner,” Azzi spoke again. 

“For what exactly?” Paige whispered back. “For lying about having feelings for me, or for feeling up my brother in front of me?”

“I didn’t lie about that,” Azzi said softly. 

“Could’ve fooled me,” Paige clenched her teeth. “You surely don’t act like it.”

“You were the one who told me to fix things with your brother,” Azzi frowned. “You were the one who told me you didn’t feel anything for me.”

“And I don’t,” Paige swallowed. 

“So then what’s the problem?” Azzi asked, puzzled. 

“Just because I don’t have feelings for you doesn’t mean I want to see you foreplay with my brother in front of me like a slut,” Paige blurted out. 

Azzi just stared at her with pure disappointment and hurt all over her face. 

“Fuck you, Paige,” she exhaled. “You’re such a fucking coward.”

“At least I’m not a cheater.”

Silence. 

Azzi felt a lump in her throat and she tried to not burst out into tears. She looked at Paige with trembling lips and twitching eyes, feeling furious and heartbroken all at once. 

“Wow,” she let out. “You really threw that in my face.”

“Azzi-” Paige regretted it instantly. “I didn’t… I- I-”

Azzi looked at Paige with fury in her eyes and closed the distance between their faces. 

“-You think you’re so fucking good, don’t you? You got to fuck me and still not be the bad guy in the end, huh? But you know what? I see right through you, Paige. You can tell yourself all you want that you don’t have feelings for me, but I see the way you look at me. You’re just a small, scared little coward who can’t admit to yourself that you like me.”

Paige was breathing fast. Azzi’s face was all up in her space, and she could feel the spit from every word she had snarled. 

Paige’s eyes fell down to Azzi’s full lips out of reflex, and Azzi instantly smirked victoriously. 

Face to face once again. Breathing heavily into each other’s mouths one more time. Brown eyes to blue eyes, and every unspoken word unfolding silently between them. 

“I know you want to taste me again,” Azzi whispered boldly, and Paige’s breath got caught in her throat. 

“Azzi,” Paige exhaled and looked over Azzi’s shoulder at Josh, who was still sleeping. 

“You probably touch yourself, thinking about me, don’t you?” Azzi purred with hooded eyelids. 

Paige swallowed hard and shook her head. Her eyes filled with both fear and lust. 

“Yeah you do,” Azzi scoffed. “What you thinking about? Maybe me fucking you with these fingers?”

Azzi slowly wrapped her hand around Paige’s throat, softly spreading out her fingers over the sides of her neck, holding her in a gentle chokehold. 

Paige whimpered. 

“Oh I see,” Azzi smirked. “You like it rough, huh?” She gripped her throat harder for only a second, before returning to her gentle grip again. 

“Please, Azzi,” Paige pleaded. She didn’t know if she wanted her to stop or continue. 

“Already begging for me like a fucking slut?” Azzi leaned in and murmured against Paige’s cheek, letting her lips brush against her face.

Paige’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she let out a quiet gasp.

“See? This is what I mean. You call me a slut thinking you’re insulting me, when you’re really just using it because it turns you on,” Azzi mocked. “I see right through you now. All your insults are starting to sound like compliments to me, Paige.”

Paige blinked fast, trying to get out of the lustful haze she was starting to lose herself in. 

And without a warning, Azzi let go of her throat and walked back to her seat next to Josh as if she hadn’t just literally had Paige in a chokehold. She slid down under the blanket and snuggled up to her sleeping boyfriend.

Paige just stared at her with her mouth hanging open. Was this girl for real?

She let out a loud scoff and frowned, but Azzi just looked at the TV screen, completely unfazed, acting as if she was engulfed by the movie all of a sudden. 

Paige rose from the couch and went into her bedroom, feeling the wetness between her legs the moment she stood up. 

She slammed the door loudly, probably waking up Josh, but she didn’t care. 

Out of all the girlfriends Josh had brought home, Azzi was by far the worst one. 

And Paige wanted nothing more than to go back out there and kiss her stupid. 

[horny-marbles]

𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 (Brian Thomas/Hoodie x F!Reader)

PART 2

CW: angsty (a lil), slapping, spitting, degradation, creampie, he's an asshole in this one lol, pre-established relationship

word count 1.6k words

You don’t even know how it started.

Something small. A wrong word, a wrong tone, a wrong look. Maybe it was just a long day for the both of you, or maybe it was just a spark that blew up the fuse to something bigger and unaddressed, festering under the pretense of love and thrill.

Now your cracking shouts are echoing through the pacing of his boots on the floorboards of your shared cabin, every footfall louder, more forced, angrier and just barely held together.

“Fuck you, Brian!” Your voice cracks, but you don’t care. “You think you can just- just control me? Just tell me to sit here like some fucking dog while you go around killing and-"

His laugh is sharp, humorless, mean. “Yeah? And what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

It feels like years of patience and understanding are being flushed down the drain when you stare back up at him, teeth creaking in your mouth under the force of your jaw, just trying to be reasonable, to calm yourself down, to-

He just fucking scoffs at you, all dismissive and mocking, and that's really all it takes for you to finally snap.

You lunge to shove him, hard enough to make him stumble back a step. Not enough to really move him, but enough to challenge him.

The second his eyes drop to yours, you know it’s over. You feel your hands run cold - not with fear, but a feeling of impending something.

He steps forward. You don’t move. He grabs you, yanks you into him, fingers digging into your jaw, squeezing until your lips part in a sharp gasp. His other hand grips the back of your neck, holding you there, keeping you still.

“Try it again,” he mutters, voice low and too calm.

So you do.

You slap him across the face in a moment of adrenaline and instinct, your palm stinging with the force you put into the strike.

His breath catches. His head turns just slightly from the impact.

But then he’s just laughing again - just a soft little huff as he shifts his jaw, drags his tongue across his teeth, and slaps you back.

It’s sharp, quick, more shocking than painful. But it makes your knees buckle, makes your breath hitch, makes something inside you snap all over again.

You’re on him before you realize it.

Grabbing, clawing, biting at his lip when he crashes his mouth against yours. His hand is already around your throat, squeezing, pressing you back against the nearest wall.

“You wanna fight me, sugar?” he murmurs, lips brushing yours, breath warm and slow, too calm when he starts tightening his grip, pushing down on your windpipe. “That what you want?”

You don’t answer. You can't find the words or the breath to.

So his hand slips up to your jaw in a brusque movement that pushes your head into the wall, fingers digging into the muscles of your cheeks to pry your mouth open, before he spits straight down the back of your throat.

And you fucking moan.

His grin is razor sharp and knowing, mocking tone in his voice. “Yeah. That’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

Before you have the chance to swallow the spit that's trickling down your throat, he’s moving, yanking you around, bending you over the couch, pressing his weight against your back as his fingers shove into your mouth again.

“Bite,” he mutters, voice rough, wrecked. “Bite down, bitch, swear to fuckin' God, I dare you.”

But you don’t. You can’t.

Not when he’s got his other hand under your pants, two fingers dragging through the humiliating slickness pooled in your panties, rubbing, teasing, slapping your clit just to hear you gasp.

“Talk all that shit,” he breathes, pulling his fingers away, undoing his belt with the same hand. “And you’re this wet?”

He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t give you a second to process before he shoves your pants down, before he’s inside you and bottoming out in one brutal thrust, before he’s gripping the back of your neck and fucking you open.

It’s raw. Messy. Filthy. It's the only flicker of familiarity still daring to keep you wanting it.

He’s slapping your ass, your face, your clit, leaving red hot stings in his wake, laughing like the fucking asshole he is when you flinch and cry out but still grind your ass back into him like you fucking need it. No words. No tenderness. Just raw, blistering rage channeled into every relentless thrust, into the way he presses his hand between your shoulder blades to arch your back deeper, into the way he keeps your hair in a tight fist, forcing your head down into the cushions, cock bruising your cervix like he's trying to break you.

“Look at you,” he groans, voice shaking, movements getting sloppy. “Thought you were mad at me, sweetheart, you like being dicked down by a murderer? You're- fucking sick."

You can’t spit anything back at him. Just clawing at the surface beneath you, gasping, moaning, tears slipping down your cheeks from the sheer intensity of it.

And when you come - hard, helpless, body clenching, shaking, squeezing around his cock so tight you feel like you might snap it inside you - he pulls you up, hand still around your throat, mouth against your ear as he growls-

“Stupid fucking bitch."

And fuck, you don't know whether to be hurt or flutter around his cock again.

Your body is limp against him, still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, but Brian doesn’t let up. Not even a little.

His grip stays tight around your throat, his chest pressed to your back, his cock still buried inside you, twitching, pulsing. His breath is ragged, uneven, like he’s trying to hold himself back.

But he doesn’t.

His hand slips lower, smearing spit and sweat across your collarbone before wrapping around your jaw again, forcing your head to the side, straining the muscles in your neck. His lips are right against your cheek, his voice dripping with some kind of threat, or promise.

“You done?”

You should be. You should tap out, should give up this fight that, if you're being honest with yourself, you don't even remember where it started. He made his point, you proved it, it should end here.

But you don’t.

Instead, you laugh. A breathless, shaky little thing, half a moan, half a challenge. "Eat my shit, Hoodie." You spit it out with venom like it's some slur. And shit, you see it as one.

He spits in your mouth again, and before you can have a reaction to it, his palm cracks across your face again, far harder this time. Angrier.

He stills behind you, almost long enough to make you shiver in anticipation.

Your head snaps to the side, cheek burning, ears ringing, and your body responds - a full body shudder, a sharp pulse of pleasure between your legs, a whimper that you can’t swallow down fast enough.

Hoodie growls.

“Ohh, you love this, don’t you?” His fingers dig into your jaw, smearing the spit across your lips. “Love bein’ treated like a fucking whore?”

Your moan is answer enough.

His hand moves down, pushing between your thighs, feeling the mess there, groaning when he realizes you’re still soaking.

Then he pulls out.

You whimper at the emptiness, at the loss of him, but it doesn’t last long, because he flips you onto your back, yanks your legs apart, and slaps his cock against your cunt, making a filthy, wet smack echo through the room before spitting down over your clit.

You barely have time to react before his hand cracks down over it, making you jerk, legs snapping shut on instinct, body twitching from the sharp jolt of pain and overstimulation.

Hoodie grins, dark and sharp. “Sensitive?”

You nod frantically, panting, eyes glazed, body barely holding itself together.

He shoves your legs back open.

“Too fuckin’ bad.”

Then he’s inside you again, all the way, his hips slamming against yours, forcing you to take every brutal inch of him. Harder. Faster. Meaner.

He fucks you hard, deep, pounding into you like he’s got something to prove. Like he owns you.

And fuck, maybe he does. Maybe this is weighing on him more than he lets on.

He slaps your face again, with the back of his hand this time, gently - just enough to make you open your mouth.

He spits right onto your tongue again, knuckles then lightly smacking up into your chin to close your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You do, so fucking readily, lips parting again like you're just waiting for another.

That’s what fucking breaks him. Even now, with your cheeks stained by his hands, with this argument feeling like a detrimental crack in your dynamic, you still take what he gives you, still milk his cock with every thrust, still look up at him like you're ready to be fucked within an inch of your life.

His grip turns bruising, punishing. His rhythm stutters. His moans turn into deep, desperate groans, his breath catching, his fingers digging into your ass as he loses it, his release violent.

He slams deep, so fucking deep it knocks the air from your lungs, and comes inside you, filling you with thick, angry spurts of cum, grinding through it, making sure you feel it.

“…Still mad at me, sugar?”

And when it’s done, when you’re both ruined, breathless, spent, he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, voice low, raw, wrecked, so deceitfully gentle it gives you fucking whiplash.

[loveharlow]

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[2.9k] Three weeks on Poguelandia and it seems things are looking up just a something starts to come down...

WARNING(S)‧₊˚swearing, mentions of injuries, graphic depictions of natural disaster(s),

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“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE BACK IN THE WATER?” JJ asked as the two of you waded in the middle of the ocean, floating on large pieces of wood. It was early in the afternoon, the sun just reaching its peak. 

“Feels good…” You nodded, admiring the crystal waters beneath you for the first time in weeks. “Great, actually.”

“That’s great, baby.” The blonde smiled, eyes stuck on your glowing figure in front of him. “Hey,” He called in an attempt to gain your full attention. You turned to look at him, eyes locking with his own. “Look, I don’t wanna kill the mood but…I think we should talk.”

You swallowed, tucking a strand of hair behind your hair. “...About?”

“...Kiara.” The boy dragged.

You couldn’t stop your immediate sigh. “I thought we already did.” You snapped slightly — it’d been a week since one of your best friends took it upon herself to risk your relationship to clear her conscience. 

“You’re right…” JJ nodded, paddling closer to you in the water. “But I had some time to think. And I owe her an apology…and so do you.”

You nearly choked on your own words at his statement. “An apology?” You spewed incredulously. “For what? If anything she owes us an apology.”

“Baby, be reasonable about this-”

“I am.”

“You’re not.” He finalized, head dipping down as he fixed a stern look your way. “Look, I love you and it’s because I love you that I gotta tell you — you’re being mean, princess.”

“Mean?-”

“Yes. Mean.” He asserted. “Do you want me to be real with you?” The Maybank boy asked rhetorically, speaking before giving you the proper capacity to answer even if you intended to. “You’re being really harsh about this whole thing. Kiara has been your friend, your closest friend, longer than any of us. You two have literally spent your entire lives together. And correct me if I’m wrong, but she’s been there for you through a lot and kept a lot of secrets to protect you. I get this is weird for you, but think about how hard this is for her. She may not have made the best choices, I’ll admit, but neither have you and neither have I, but you know and I know and all of us know that Kiara would sooner die than do anything to intentionally hurt you or any of us. She’s dealin’ with some seriously complicated shit, baby. And we’re her friends. We’re not supposed to make it worse. You gotta realize she wasn’t out to hurt you. The same way I wasn’t out to hurt you when I lied about what happened in Charleston. The same way you didn’t mean to hurt her.”

You sat in the ambient silence for a moment, contemplating the boy's words. JJ was right, and if he was the one mediating, then there was clearly a problem. You weren’t completely blindsighted — you knew this whole thing hadn’t been easy for yourself or Kie. But you admitted to yourself, you’d been being just as inconsiderate as she was. If not, more so.

“I already talked with her earlier,” JJ continued, eyes glued to your own that were glossing over the more your thoughts raced in your mind. “I apologized for reacting the way I did and we’re okay. I’m not going to do anything on your behalf. All I’m doin’ right now is giving you a push, alright? Kiara is more your family than anyone here. I get it, shit is awkward but you don’t want to lose her. And definitely not like this. I know you don’t. I know you.” He explained, taking one of your hands in his. “Each other is all we’ve got. So, don’t push away one of the only people you have left. Go talk to her.”

“...NEED SOME HELP WITH THAT?” You asked, creeping up behind the brown-haired girl as she stood on her tippy-toes, reaching for the low-hanging fruit on a tree.

She quickly glanced over her shoulder, startled by the unexpected voice before registering just exactly who was offering help and turning away, refocusing on the fruit swinging in front of her as she strained to get it. “No thanks.” She muttered.

You stood awkwardly behind her, rocking back and forth on your feet. Your skin was sticky and slightly cool from the sea water, small grains of sand sticking to your frame. A few moments of silence passed, watching the girl struggle to get the mango taunting her before you decided to try and spark a conversation once more.

“I, uh, I talked to JJ.”

“Well, he’s your boyfriend... I’d expect you to.” She shrugged, finally grasping the fruit with the tips of her fingers and snatching it down with an exasperated sigh and returning flat on her feet, turning on her heels to face you. She drew her lips into a thin line, raising her eyebrows. “Did you need something or…?”

You simply sighed, running a hand through the front of your hair. "I came over here to apologize.”

To your surprise, the girl scoffed before rolling her eyes and walking past you to take a seat on a large log. Your eyes followed her as she sat down, a look of confusion etched on your features. “What?”

“Nothing.” Kiara shrugged, mindlessly fiddling with the fruit in her hands as she avoided eye contact with you. “Did JJ put you up to this? ‘Cause I just find it funny that he apologized this morning and suddenly you’re so eager to patch things up.”

“He didn’t put me up to anything.” You defended. “He suggested it, yeah, but I can make my own decisions-”

“So, he did.” She scoffed. “That’s-”

“Okay, I’ll admit I wasn’t jumping up this morning with the intention of apologizing to you. But JJ helped me see some things that I clearly wasn’t seeing before.” You started, taking a slow and cautious seat next to the girl as she made a point to not look at you. “So, do you want to talk to me or do you want to ignore each other forever?”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N…” Kie sighed, dropping her head as a small breeze drove by. “You said everything I needed to know the night I told you how I felt. And you’ve made it abundantly clear that every since that night, all I’ve done is make your life worse.”

“That’s not true-” You tried.

“But that’s how I feel.” Kiara cut in, finally turning to look at you. “That’s how you’ve been making me feel.” She told you, voice wavering as her eyes softened in the slightest ways. “And I mean, I keep thinking to myself…can I really blame you?” She spoke aloud. “I mean, ever since our freshman year, it’s like everything I do just drags you down. If I hadn’t introduced you to my friend group, you wouldn’t have gotten tangled up with Rafe. If I didn’t kiss JJ in Charleston, maybe our friendship would’ve been more salvageable. Maybe me telling you how I felt would’ve gone differently. Better…”

You couldn’t help but twist your face in something between sadness and utter confusion. “Kie…” You started, voice soft. “I am…so sorry, if I made you feel like you being in my life has made it worse.”

“...Hasn’t it?” She added, eyes welling with tears slowly.

You shook your head quickly, angling your body more towards hers and placing a hand on her shoulder without thought. “Kiara, you have literally been my guardian angel. You and your family were there for me when my dad died, when I moved to Figure Eight you made sure I had friends and didn’t feel like an outcast because you knew what it was like. My situation with Rafe wasn’t at all on you.” You assured her, watching the girl focus her sights on her shoes. “And when he did what he did, you didn’t tell anyone because I asked you not to. It didn’t matter that you thought I should, you respected my wishes. You were ready to fight Rafe when he drugged me and not to mention, you and your parents have been kind enough to give me and Marley a place to stay. From the moment I was born, you made sure I always had a person. And I just threw seventeen years of friendship back in your face.” You listed, your own eyes tearing up now. “...I don’t know why I’ve been acting like you feeling what you feel for me is the end of the world. I can’t excuse it or take back anything I said. But I am genuinely so sorry, for everything. I think…it’s just been so many changes and losses at once for all of us that it just took me by surprise to the point where I took all of my frustrations out on the wrong person. And you didn’t deserve that.”

Kiara sniffled at your words, quickly wiping a stray tear. “...I just, I’ve been trying to do the right thing. I thought, with everything going on, that it’d be better to just get that one thing off of my chest.” She said, voice shaking. “It’d been crushing me for so long. It was like walking around with a boulder on my chest. Everytime I’d see you or you and him together, I just couldn’t take it. I thought saying it and getting it out into the open, or at least out to you, would somehow relieve the guilt that I was feeling. But I shouldn’t have. I was being selfish-”

“No, you weren’t.” You shook your head, letting a stray tear fall. “I should’ve told JJ when it happened. I was so mad at him for what happened in Charleston and I turned around and did the exact same thing. And I shouldn’t have put that pressure on you, either. You had a right to tell him. And what I said to you wasn't okay. All I’ve done since you told me about your feelings is make you feel worse.”

“All I’ve done since I realized my feelings is hurt you.” She let out a watery chuckle. “So, I guess we’re even.” She threw out with a bittersweet smile, placing her hand on top of yours that hadn’t left her shoulder. “Y/N…I don’t know how we’re going to work around this but…I can try.”

“Well, for starters,” You began, letting your hand fall and throwing it out in the direction of JJ who was trying to start a fire. “I know it’s not easy with us practically rubbing it in your face…”

Kiara started shaking her head to the side, scrunching her face together. “No, no. No matter whether you guys make your relationship known or not doesn’t affect me. And even if it did, I’d never ask you to tone down your love for someone to make me feel better.” She immediately shut down your thoughts and turned fully to face you now. “Look, I will get over this. It’s not the end of the world. Maybe one day, we’ll look back on this whole thing and see how stupid it all was.” She said lightheartedly. “...But, seriously. I know it may not seem like it but it’s already gotten easier to see you guys together and talk to you again. So, really. I’ll be fine.” Kiara assured you.

You didn’t offer a verbal response immediately, just a quiet nod as you stared out at the clouds in front of you, hands gripping the log underneath you. “...And the others?” You remembered. “Did you tell them or…?”

Kiara took a deep breath and nodded, glancing over at the remaining group of your friends as they gathered food, rinsed their clothes in the ocean water, and set up for the night. “Yeah, I did…” She trailed off, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “They didn’t really…care? I didn’t expect them to freak out or anything, y’know, but they were so…’eh’ about it, the blank look on their faces was actually kind of funny.” Kiara smiled to herself as you chuckled at her words. “But they agreed — the situation isn’t an easy one. I did things, you did things, JJ did things, and it’s all just messed up. I even got a chance to talk to Cleo and get an actual feel for her. But we’re all each other has. And they said letting something like this ruin one of the longest friendships in the group would be ‘catastrophically stupid’, as Pope put it.” She added. “And I agree.”

“Yeah,” You started. “It would be. And I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You added with a small smile.

“Yeah, I don’t know what you’d do without me either.” The girl joked to which you playfully nudged her shoulder.

“Shut up.” You grumbled with a lopsided smile, throwing an arm over her shoulders and pulling her into a tight embrace, which she eagerly returned. “I’m really sorry.” You spoke into her shoulder.

“Me too.” She softly returned the sentiment when the sound of rapid footsteps bounding your way had the both of you pulling apart and turning towards the direction of the noise to find Sarah and Cleo running your way.

“No, don’t stop, we wanna join!” Sarah screamed, nearly tripping over her own feet as they dug into the sand. Once the pair of girls reached the both of you, they practically tackled the pair of you off of the log and into the sand, forming a messy group hug. “I love this! I love my girls!” Sarah squealed, voice muffled from the embrace.

The four of you fell into a fit of laughter, struggling to breathe under the mess of limbs until you abruptly startled away from one another when a bolt of thunder struck in the sky — a loud crack sound reverberating against your ear drums.

As you released one another and sat up to peer at the sky, you noticed that the once beaming sun was hidden behind an army of grey, stormy clouds, with an occasional spark of lightning behind them. Seconds later, small drops of water hit your skin, one by one — the sand underneath your feet turning from its typical tan color to a sodden shade of brown almost resemblant of brown sugar.

“Get away from the trees!” A voice shouted, all of you turning to your left to find Pope standing out in the open sand with JJ and John B, his hands cupped around his mouth. “Now!” He urged.

The four of you scrambled to your feet, the rain coming down harder by the second. You ran through the sand to reach the guys, shielding your face from the rain as it gained weight and the sand started to pick up with the wind.

“What the hell is goin’ on?!” Cleo asked, trying to move her hair from her face. Her voice was almost lost to the whipping winds that had seemingly risen from nowhere. The sky was now completely grey.

“The storm!” Pope communicated back to her, a hand over his eyes as his shirt whipped around his figure.

“I thought you said it wasn’t coming!” Sarah added, eyes squinted.

“I didn’t think it was! I thought it had passed over us last week!”

“Well, what’re we supposed to do?!” You asked, trying to ignore the roaring winds, quarter-sized raindrops hitting your skin.

“I-” Pope stuttered, quickly glancing at the island around him. “I don’t know! But we can’t stay out in the open like this! The tide’s gonna start rising and I don’t know how far past the shoreline it’s gonna go! And the trees aren’t safe from the lightning right now!”

“We got that, Pope!” John B retorted. “But we don’t have anywhere to go!”

“Nowhere?!” Kie asked like the statement was ridiculous. “Nobody found anything in the three weeks we’ve been here?!”

“Have you?!” John B shot back.

“Shut up!” JJ threw in, looking behind him at the rolling waves in the ocean before turning back to you all. “I know a place we can go!”

“What?!” You started. “Where?!”

“I don’t have time to explain!” He told you, now walking in your direction. “Just follow me!” He urged the rest of your friends, taking your hand in his and heading in the forest of trees. 

“Wait, JJ!” Pope protested, slowing in his steps but still following. “The trees aren’t safe!”

“Then we better run!” The blonde called over his shoulder before quickly sweeping you off of your feet and managing to swing you onto his back with some assistance from you. “We can make it! But we gotta move!”

As the seven of you disappeared into the forest, you looked behind you as JJ carried you to wherever he was leading the group. Your eyes were glued to the makeshift fire pit, the pile of leaves you’d been using as beds, and the fruit pile you all had been living off of for the past three weeks. 

Poguelandia was a dream but it was clear that this dream didn’t come without some nightmares. By the time this storm passed, you knew everything you all had built for the past few weeks would be gone with the wind once you returned. And you couldn’t help but wonder — would you and your friends restart or was it finally time to start finding ways back home?

next chapter >

feedback is appreciated! thanks for reading.

©loveharlow.

[alanisstonedd]

plug!connie stays over your dorm for the first time.

cw: suggestive, heavy pettingggg, weed

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he calls you - gettin straight to the point “yo i’m like 3 blocks away from u” he called u and u stupidly picked up thinking it was nothing. thinkin it would just be yall two on ft yapping all night, like every other time.

but plopped on your bed in booty shorts and an old tee, bonnet thrown on and glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, the idea of linking with this random boy you been talkin too was NOT even in the conversation.

you cursed the you from 2 minutes ago for telling him u weren’t doing anything, bcs he was DEAD serious and your heart was already in your stomach. “so you gon let me slide or what ma?” jesusssss. he tryna kill u. with no good excuses coming to mind at the moment, you reluctantly agree.

and soon enough you’re in the elevator down to the ground floor in a nike tech, sweats and some ugg slippers for warmth. you walk out on legs made out of literal jello and immediately see him walking toward the door. jesus you think. he has on sweats a hoodie and forces, lookin fine as hell w his buzz cut and earrings.

"you aint tell me where to park ma, so i just parked on the street. i hope thats okay" he said lookin you up and down with a lick of the lips. what the fuck is happeninggg you thought. this is like the second time you linked with his ass only because he been on ya ass about it since the first time. you did seem to have forgotten how fineee he was in person tho because you were chokin on them words like hell. "uhhhmm yea thats fine. i mean- i dont- yeah- thats good." you looked down from his intense eye contact in shame. this was not baddie behavior.

"okayy," he said chuckling w that lil smirk. "so what you been doinnnn ma. i feel like u been tryna curve me" ummm not exactly. you only missed a few calls. what? you're a busy girl. "boy im busyyy, chill on me." you said with an eye roll, walking toward the lobby of the dorm. you signed him in and headed up to your room in the elevator. "sooo ya roommate over orrr?" he said standing behind you, slowly putting his arms around your shoulders. he leaned down so his mouth was right by your ear and you could practically feel him smirking against your neck. "and you need to know that why?" you said smirking. you could smell his minty breath on your face and it was suddenly 90 degrees in the elevator.

when yall got to your room you sat down on your bed and he followed your lead, his leg touching yours and you know he did that shit on purpose. him and his sexy smile and his sexy buzz cut and . you picked up your half smoked blunt out of the ashtray and lit it again, thinking this will ease me out fs. "can i hit" hes leaned back on his forearms looking at you like he tryna get into smth else.... and with the weed relaxing you... the boldness flows freely. "me or the blunt?" you said taking another drag.

"both, ideally. but you playin hard to get so ion know" you let out a real chuckle, "you aint seen hard to get con. you just mad i aint fall in ya lap on the first link like them other hoes." "mannnnn cmonn" he leaned his head back stretching out flat on the bed "you know its not like that ma." you climbed over his layed out body and put the blunt in his mouth, not expecting him to trap you there straddling him. "lets put the blunt down mama. im tryna get to know you better" you sat up on him, putting the lighter on the night stand, then laying your hands flat on his chest. "okay what you wanna know" you took the blunt from him and his hands went to your hips, rubbing you up from your booty to the underside of your tits.

"everything" he said watching you like a hawk as you lean back, hands on his legs and release the smoke "thats gon take a while con. might be too much for you." you lean over and grab the lighter, lighting it up again just to spite him "what? boy, i never said i was done." you roll your eyes placing the blunt and lighter back on the nightstand, as he sucks his teeth "mann you just like my weed thas all.." you lean down and blow smoke directly in his mouth, using all strength left in your body to not kiss him. "you not wronggg" you sang, giving in kissing him feather light.

the weed had you feeling every wave of energy from his body and you were getting worked up fr. this man couldn't keep his hands off of you - who were you not to revel in it? he chases your lips, because of course one small taste could never be enough for that man. he grabbed the back of your head, peppering warm wet kisses on your lips, one had sliding down to that bubble butt he can't stop feelin on. you propped your top half up on the bed, elbows caging his head in. you felt his warm breath travel down to your neck, his soft lips still peppering, his tongue laving up to your ear, and a searing bite right under your jaw "im never wrong mami"

hahahaaaa 💋 to be continued???

[msookyspooky]

"Oh no, I ain't apologizin' for Shit."

HC Drabbles • Domestic AU • Bo Sinclair x Newly Wedded Fem!Wife Reader • Bo's a traumatized (traumatizing) asshole

♡ One HC I have that I stand by and we see in canon in the movie when he clearly looks guilty but just hypes up their mama to Vincent instead of saying sorry after lashing out...

Bo NEVER apologizes. Doesn't know how, was never apologized to, looks at it as weakness in a toxic household he grew up in. He will do or say anything but say 'I'm sorry'.

♡ Look, no one said 'marrying' (definitely wasn't legally binding) the crazed, abused, past rapist, 'no one loved me but my abusive mother' mommy issues, torturing, previously conjoined, Old Fashioned Southern raised serial killer was a cake walk. Is he better with a wife that makes him feel safe and cherished? Oh God yeah. Like, damn he should've had you a whole decade sooner!...But healed? Healthy? Vulnerable?...Eehhh...

♡ Depending on you and your personality. Either your rebellion surprises him or it angers him.

♡ "Careful there, sweetheart. Love, honor and OBEY. I'm still in charge-"

♡ He was raised that domination was love and fear and respect were the same thing and no one in that family ever just 'talked things out'.

♡ He just didn't expect him telling you, "C'mon suga. Be a good lil wifey, huh? Now, quit bein' all mouthy before I put ya over my knee, babygirl. Maybe on your knees an' put that pretty mouth t' good use..." while pushing you against the wall and kissing your neck wouldn't work. He expected you to fold like normal. To fear him but be turned on but not this time.

♡ Saying something like "NO! I'm not an object! This ring may not mean anything to you but it does to me and if every argument is gonna be threatening to tie me up and use me-" You probably can't even finish. You might even cry because you actually DID love this POS asshole. You shouldn't but you did. (if this is ooc? too bad imagine cussing him out then lol)

♡ He only knew how to seduce, charm, manipulate or scare to get his way...He looked like you might as well have slapped him as he reeled back looking flabbergasted then tense and uncomfortable and finally angry in a defensive way.

♡ "Fine! Cry all ya want." before shoving off the wall maybe even hitting something or knocking something over with his temper on the way out.

♡ But...He does care. You don't realize how much him placing that ring on you out of all the victims that came through here means A LOT to him even if he gruffly acted like it was slavery and you owned by him. It was but also wasn't. He always craved domesticality under the bondage and ritualistic killings but had no idea what something like that even looks like

♡ At first, out of guilt he HATES feeling. This icky foreign feeling he's not use to...Oh he's a big baby. Slamming things, doing things extra loud, passive aggressive gestures.

♡ If you return it with silence and your own passive aggressive coldness he is absolutely losing it. He HATES being ignored. It triggers him as bad as being yelled at does; maybe even more!

♡ He is so PETTY at being ignored he starts doing shit just to piss you off like "Ya finally done with yer lil hissy fit and ready to apologize?"

!?

"Me!? You expect ME to apologize?"

He shrugs and sniffs; acting all nonchalant, "Yeah?" He made a mocking look to taunt you, "You expected me? Nah. Oh no, I ain't apologizin for shit."

You grit your teeth trying so hard not to do what he wants; yell. He wants you to yell, lose your cool, get you all angry so he can smirk that he got under your skin maybe even hoping it would end in bondage or make up sex...

You turned back to doing dishes since these two brotherly slobs sure the Hell didn't. "Well, then that's that then...Guess we have nothing to say."

♡ He's outraged and glaring daggers. Either yelling at you or storming out slamming the door. If he didn't love you he'd grab you by your hair and threaten you but sadly his heart aches at you mad at him or afraid of him

♡ After a while he will feel bad, or at least, want his wife back. If you were JUST a victim like he tries to act like sometimes then you would've been dead or dragged down to the room under the gas station for an 'attitude adjustment'...But you actually mean something to him.

♡ He knows dragging you down to that room as punishment for an actual domestic issue would make everything 10x worse. It would only make one of the few people (What? Vincent maybe Lester and you? That's it.) fear him or hate him and deep down inside he doesn't want that even if he DOES want your compliance

♡ Yelling? Oh he secretly loves it. Feels like 'I love you' to a traumatized guy like him. Crying? Eh, makes him feel bad but he can wave it off as you just being an over emotional female. Hitting? He'd get turned on and rough. A slap feels like kiss to him.

♡ Silent treatment? He hates it. Hates it so so much. It's like he's a teary eyed lil boy begging his parents to not be mad at him all over again or acting out just to get attention

♡ So, a few days later, you blink at him having fixed a cabinet you were complaining about in the kitchen and he laid your favorite snacks silently on the table. A tiny offering that felt like a creature giving it to you rather than a man. Like a dog giving you a dead bird with puppy eyes wanting to be told they did good.

♡ This was...A new side of Bo you weren't use to. He won't look at you, looks extra tense, waiting but uncomfortable.

"What's this?..." You asked softly in confusion. Secretly missing talking to him too.

He shifted his weight with his arms folded and eyes downcast, "Just...Got snacks ya might like while I was down at the store gettin' stuff to fix the cabinet." He shrugged averting his eyes and clearing his throat. "Thought...Ya been...Um...W-Workin' hard round here keepin' things a float and got em is all." He gave as awkward as a teen boy as you stared at him. "Ya really...Ya make this place home, ya know...Mama might even have competition. She'd be proud how you turned this place back to a home with a feminine touch."

He barely looked up through his lashes. His blue eyes secretly pleading with you for forgiveness he didn't know how to ask for or apology he didn't know how to give. Not without it feeling like ripping his own tongue out. All he knew was to hype you up in some way.

♡ This shit was getting out of hand like most arguments with him would and you were starting to realize him giving you snacks or fixing something like a caveman is the closest apology you'll get.

♡ You both hug it out and you pour your heart out while he stiffly hugs you and yet buries his tired face into your neck...He still will use his ego to justify in his mind that he was the bigger person BUT he's secretly keeping notes to not do xyz again.

♡ He's a good husband but he just needs redirected sometimes and he'll even tell you that.

[applecidersturniolo]

with or without you.

(nerve au.)

in which..a dare makes stoner!reader rethink her decision on playing nerve.

warnings: lowk angst, smut, stoner!reader crashout

your hands are gripping onto the ladder, the burning sensation on your palms is almost unbearable, your legs are dangling from the 300 foot drop below you. the only thing stabilizing the ladder you’re hung from are the grips of watchers from across from one another. some filming, some solely focused on trying to keep you stable, but the only thing your focused on are the eyes that are across from you, chris’ blue eyes slightly squinted as he scrunched his freckled nose, his biceps straining from the grip he had on the ladder.

“it’s gonna be okay..jus’ two more minutes, stoner” chris breathed out as his eyes wandered to the people that were holding the ladder, gawking, recording. it was like they were praying for something bad to happen, a hand to slip, a rattle of the ladder, a gust of wind to loosen the grip. it was..terrifying, almost unhuman, the way their heads peered out of the window.

tears pricked in your eyes are your arms tingled, a strangled groaned left your throat, “fuckin’ hurts” you muttered as your legs started to swing, “stop that shit” chris said sternly, “stop moving your fuckin’ legs”

DARE COMPLETED

15K HAS NOW BEEN ENTERED INTO EACH OF YOUR NERVE ACCOUNTS.

you and chris were now walking along the sidewalks of boston towards his apartment, his arms clutched against his hoodie to somehow shield himself from the cold air that nipped at his flesh. “fuck are you bein’ so quiet for?” chris mumbled, your jaw tightens as you shake your head, “i mean..how could we be so stupid?” you say, a dry chuckle leaving your lips. chris furrows his eyebrows, “are you trying to insult me or something because-“ you roll your eyes, “chris! don’t you get it? this fucking game, nerve, it’s stupid! it’s trying to fucking kill us!” you snap, chris scoffs, “oh don’t tell me you’re regretting all this, ma. look— i get it, you got a lil spooked back there and you’re still wound up but that doesn’t mean you have to start talking all crazy, i mean seriously, we are basically rich, mama.”

you stop in your tracks, making chris stop as well, he looks at you, “that’s exactly it-“ you started, you step a bit closer to him, “yeah, we may be rich, biker. but at what cost? i mean, we can’t spend the money! it’s all stuck in this little nerve account! i mean- did they even ask for our bank information? are they gonna sign us this big huge check when nerve is done and over with? or maybe, just fucking maybe have you thought that this whole game, these dares, these live streams, these nerve accounts their just..not real” you laugh a bit, the whole conversation sounds ridiculous, yet, you can’t help but think of the unknown. chris laughs too, but not in the same way you are, he’s laughing in almost disbelief, like what you’re saying his some humorous joke, “you really think that, ma? you really think nerve is just some fucked up thing to get us killed?”

you let out a shaky breath, your mind is racing, your heart is still thumping in your chest and the adrenaline rush from hanging from that 300 foot building hasn’t calmed down. “chris, we almost died” you spoke simply, looking into his eyes, trying to knock some sort of sense into him. “i mean like, actually almost died, i haven’t felt like this— this scared since i tried fuckin’ acid for the first time” you laugh a bit at the memory but in reality it’s some dark, twisted coping mechanism to keep you from completely crashing out.

“so what are you saying?” chris questioned as he tilted his head to the side a bit, “ ‘m sayin’ i don’t wanna do this shit anymore, it’s not fuckin’ fun” your shoulder bumps into his as you try and walk off but his hand is quick to stop you, pulling you back in front of him, that same hand grabbing your jaw and tilting your head up so your eyes meet his. “yeah? so that’s it huh? you’re jus’ gonna give up? after everything you’ve been through, after everything we’ve been through?” chris’ tongue tucks into his cheek, “listen sweetheart, i’m not gonna sit here and beg you to keep doin’ this shit. but that’s probably what you want right? you want me to pull this sappy, heartfelt love story outta my ass and beg you to continue to play this game with me but i’m not,” his grip on your jaw tightens, “you know why, stoner? because i really don’t give a fuck what you do. because i’m gonna keep doing this shit with or without you.“

your face was now pushed into chris’ pillow, his thrust more deliberate and urgent than anything, his hand cradles your head to keep it down, his other arm wrapped around your waist, fingers circling your sensitive ball of nerves. you moan out in pleasure, “that’s it, ma—“ chris moans back, “take it, take it” he muttered through thrusts.

his body shifts, his chest now pressed against your back, lips against your ear, “say it, y/n.” chris whispers.

you already know what he’s talking about, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your word, to hold strong. but the way his cock is burrowing in your cunt, his whispered voice, the way his hand is gripping your hair, “come on, mama..you know i didn’t mean it. you know i can’t do this shit without you.” chris manipulates. his words were like honey, if honey was laced with venom. “so say it. say you’re gonna keep playin’ with me, sweetheart.”

your eyebrows knit together as you feel the knot grow in your tummy. “y-yeah-“ you managed to breathe out, “i-i’ll keep playing..i’ll keep playing” you pant.

“that’s what i thought,” chris growled in your ear as he leans back up and continues to take you from the back, “such a good girl. the best girl, my best girl.”

divider creds: @bernardsbendystraws

haven’t done a nerve chapter in SO long.. hope this feeds yall 🤍

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[thegeeksideofsr]

Over Heated

An: just a lil silly fic, not proof read

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Florida. The job has to be in Florida during the hottest month of the year. The kind of heat that makes you irritable and constantly sweaty.

Best way to survive at this point is shorts tank tops and an AC unit on high enough to make a room a freezer.

The job was a relatively quick and easy. But now we have to wait for our flight tomorrow, at two in the afternoon.

The team is currently occupying a table in a pub. Good food, cold drinks, and music that doesn't make me want to kill someone.

The thought of cool shower and the bed awaiting me is helping with the homicidal urge. And food helps too, I suppose.

The only downside to the hotel is that I have to share with Eliot. Not that he's a bad roomie, he's actually excellent. Neat and thoughtful, especially because someone thought it would be funny to put us in a single bed room, and that someone knows that I like Eliot a little bit, and now we have to share a bed, the others all got rooms with double beds. And Eliot and I were the only co-ed.

I'm gonna kill Hardison. Slowly. Maybe I can make it look like an accident.

"So, you're tellin' me, you got scurvy?"

Eliot's low voice pulls me from my day dream.

"I almost got scurvy," Hardison explains. "Nanna caught it before it got bad and made me drink like a gallon of orange juice a day. Was not fun. You know what happens when you consume that much fruit? It's not pretty. I'm tellin' you it was like a -"

"Ew Hardison!" I exclaim, throwing a crumpled napkin at him. "TMI, dude. TMI."

"Damnit, Hardison."

"What's scurvy?" Parker asks, mouth full of food.

"It's when you're body doesn't have all the nutrients it needs, specifically vitamin c. You get it from fruits and vegetables, and if you don't get enough of it you get real sick," Eliot explains.

"It's why El and I try to feed them to you and Hardison and much as we can," I add.

"It's not anything to worry about really," Hardison says with a smirk, while waving a french fry around. "It's not a thing. Parents made it up to make kids eat their vegetables."

"Oh, interesting." Parker shrugs and continues to eat.

"No, Park-" Eliot starts, running a hand down his face to rest over his eyes. "Damnit Hardison."

I shake my head, then turn to Nate and Sophie to see if they want to be any help, but they are completely oblivious, having their own conversation. Giving each other bedroom eyes and thinking they are being subtle.

I roll my eyes and sigh.

I look down to my plate. My food is already gone and my drink only has a swallow left.

I grab my cup, down the last of the liquid, then push away from the table.

"Alright. I don't have the patients for this. Hardison, good luck trying to undo this one."

I turn and walk away, when Hardison yells after me.

"Hey! What about your bill?"

"You get to cover it for telling Parker that scurvy isn't real."

I flip him off over my shoulder as I open the door and leave.

The restaurant is only a few minutes walk from the hotel, so I don't have to be out in the heat long, thank goodness.

I walk through the front lobby, waving to the young woman, Gemma, behind the desk, then to the elevator up to my room.

The building is cool enough, AC on throughout, but once I unlock my door , heat floods out.

Damnit. One of us must have forgotten to turn the AC on before we left.

I enter the room, like walking into an oven, across the room to the AC unit.

Opon inspection, I find that no matter the buttons I push, nothing comes from it.

Shit.

I go to the phone on the side table and call down to the front desk, the call answering after a couple rings.

"Front desk, how can I help?"

"Hi, Gemma, I'm in room 302, and the AC unit is not working and it's an oven in here. Is there any body who could take a look at it?"

"Oh, shit. I will call maintenance to check it out, and have a couple fans sent up in the mean time. I'm sorry for it going out."

"That's alright. It not your fault. Thank you for your help."

"Of course. Maintenance should be there in a few minutes."

"Alright, thanks."

I hang up and flop back on the bed.

The air stale and unmoving.

I get up to open the window, standing next to it and enjoying the air. It may be hot outside, but the air moves.

A knock arrives on the door after a few minutes.

I go to the door and open it to reveal an older gentleman with a tool box in hand.

"I hear you are having some AC problems," he says.

"That I am. Please come in." I gesture for him to come in. "Thank you for coming. I hope you can fix it."

"I'll do my best," he says as he begins to examines the unit.

I sit on the bed and watch him take of the front of the unit, exposing the inner workings.

He tinkers and grumbles for a few minutes, before standing and turning to me.

"No good." He says, shaking his head. "One of the lines is broken and we don't have the parts on hand. It's out of commission until I can order the parts."

My heart sinks.

"Are you sure?"

He nods.

"Alright," I sigh. "Thank you for trying."

"You're welcome. Why don't we go ask Gemma if there is a empty room for you."

I nod, then get up and grab my room key and wallet. Then follow him out and head to the lobby.

Once there, he explains to Gemma about the unit, and asks if she could find another room for me, then head of towards the back.

I step up to the front desk, resting my arms on top, as she begins to type.

"Is there anything available?" I ask.

She gives me a sympathetic look, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry," she says. "Everything is full. The earliest I could get a room is tomorrow afternoon."

"We leave tomorrow."

I close my eyes, and run my hand over my face.

"It's ok. You said you had some fans?"

She nods.

"We do. I will have them sent up. They aren't as good as an AC, but it'll keep the air moving."

"Thank you, Gemma."

As I turn to head back up to my room, I see Eliot come in the entrance.

"Hey," he greats. "What going on?"

"I'll explain on the way up." I tell him, then walk towards the elevator.

Heim following behind.

Once in the elevator, I explain what happened.

"Great." He groans as he tosses his head back.

Once we get back to our room, the fans have already been dropped off, so we place them around the room to try to cool it down.

"Alright," I sigh, digging through my suitcase for clothes. "I'm going to shower."

"Why? Just gonna get hot again." His tone dripping in annoyance.

"Yes, but I'll be clean and hot." I snip back.

I grab my clothes and slam the bathroom door behind me.

The water is cool and refreshing. It takes away some of the frustration I had towards Eliot, but I'm still annoyed at him.

Once I'm done I put my pjs on, shorts and a tank, hopefully I'll be cool enough overnight.

I exit the bathroom to find Eliot, sprawled across the bed, right arm propped behind his head as he holds his book in his left.

He's only in his tank top and boxers, and the way he's laying, the hem of his top has ridden up to expose some of his stomach. And his arms are now on display, the fake tattoos Hardison and I placed yesterday are now visible, no longer covered by his button up.

The sight sends a heat through me, not helping in the slightest in the oven of our room.

I walk to my suitcase and shove my dirty clothes in.

"You okay?" He asks.

"I'm fine."

He then mutters something and goes back to reading.

I roll my eyes at him, crab my book and settle on the bed next to him, shoving a spare pillow between us.

We stay that way for a few hours, not talking, but at least it wasn't awkward.

When the words on the page begin to blur together, and read the same paragraph over again, I finally decide to put it away and get some sleep.

I tuck my book mark in, and place it on the nightstand, turning the light off, and shuffle down into the bed.

"Goodnight, Eliot." I say as I get comfortable.

"Night," he grumbles.

He moves a few minutes later, turning off his side lamp and settling in bed.

We lay back to back, like we have the past few nights. The only difference now is that it's like a sauna now.

I lay in the bed, blankets tossed off to the foot of the bed. I can feel Eliot radiating heat.

Rolling over, facing him, trying to find some part of the sheets that might be cool still. And I do, but it's gone in a flash.

I can make out his profile in the dark. He lays on his back, hand over his stomach, breathing shallow, and still as a board.

"You're staring," He mumbles.

"No m'not."

"You are. And to jostle the bed every time you move."

"'M just trying to get comfortable but I'm hot."

"So'm I. But I'm still trying to sleep."

I huff, sitting up on my elbow, leaning over him slightly.

"Easy for you to say. You aren't laying next to a radiator. Do you know how much heat you put off. It's like an oven in here, and you are putting off heat. How do you expect me to be able to sleep when it's this hot. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get heat exhaustion or -"

He moves so quickly I don't have time to react. He grabs my side in one hand and pushes me back into the bed. His body is pressed into mine as he pins me to the bed. Not so that I can't get away at all, but to make me stop moving for a moment.

"I have slept in worse conditions, and survived. So, you better quit complaining about how hot it it is, before I get you a reason to feel hot."

We lay there, body's pressed together. His eyes glow slightly with the light from the street lamps.

"That a promise?"

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I sit at the table of the hotel's dining room table, head resting on my hand trying to wake up.

A hand on my shoulder gains my attention, I open my eyes to see Eliot's hand placing a mug of coffee in front of me.

I smile at him in thanks as he sits next to me.

The first sip is warm and comforting, mixed up perfectly. Of course it was.

"What's that on your neck?" Parker asks, pointing to the mark on my neck.

Her question is like a bucket of ice water dumped over me.

I look to her, bring a hand to my neck. I thought my hair had covered it, but it must've shifted.

"Um, I burned it, on a curling iron," I lie, hoping she'll except it.

"But your hair isn't curled. And Eliot has a similar one."

I look to Eliot, his gaze fixed on Parker, his expression neutral.

My gaze falls from his face to his neck, and sure enough, on his neck hidden by his hair, is a bruise I had left last night.

He finally looks at me, but before either of us can say something, Hardison, Nate, and Sophie join us at the table.

We all exchange groggy 'mornings' before Parker breaks the silents.

"She said she burned her neck with a curling iron," she points at me, then to Eliot. "But he has the same kind of mark, and he doesn't use a curling iron."

My face gets hot. I lean my elbows on the table and bury my face in my hands, trying to hide from the rest of the team.

"Got damn!" Hardison exclaims. "You did the nasty!"

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[appleblueberry-pie]

Would it be wrong to ask for a non-smut yandere Tōji? I mean, there are many like that in various places, so what would he be like if he really met the love of his life and she somehow found out everything he was doing to support them? The reader simply does not tolerate the situation and does not accept at all that his children grow up next to the example that Tōji is setting, but he really does not want to lose what had made him happy.

The kids were at school. You said you'd bring them back to your place. He never knew why you didn't just move in with him. He supposes it's for shit like this. Accidents like these.

You were at his door, leaning against it, knowing how he loves to block your way out when you two get into arguments. You were distant and had been for this past week. You open your mouth again to tell him his mistake, and all he wants is to just hold you close on the couch like you two always do when the kids are gone.

"I can't live with a killer." The way that last words slipped out of your mouth was like it was your worst nightmare to ever bring up. And it was. You were dating a stalker, serial killer who got money off of assassinating others and somehow did those exact things to get you in his paws. You weren't disgusted with yourself.

You just wanted to be safe.

You didn't know if you could be safe around him.

You didn't know if the kids could be safe around him.

You didn't know what he was capable of. And that really scared you.

You just wanted to get out of the damn house, but once you had this whole speech about you finding out what he did, and then finally dropping that you want to disconnect from him entirely, he just can't let it get away from him that easily. No.

It was never his intention to make you worried. To make you feel uncomfortable, worried, afraid. He did everything in his power to make sure that never happened. He wanted to know how you found out and who the fuck to kill.

I guess he was a little overboard. But never to you.

"Y/n...."

He didn't know what to say. Because dating a killer is fucking crazy. There's nothing he can do about that.

"I can't lose you, too, baby. You and those kids mean every-fucking-thing to me. All that money goes to all of you-"

"It's not about the money, Toji, you're.......I just can't. I can't deal with someone like that." You turn away and go to turn the door knob and he's already there behind you. Softly turning you around and grabbing your face as if it was the most fragile porcelain.

"You're just gonna take them away? You're really gonna leave me like this? What about all of the shit we built together?"

"I'm willing to risk that to keep us alive and safe, Toji."

"I have been keeping you all alive and safe. I've been doing that shit for years."

"I shouldn't have to be protected to live a regular fucking life, Toji! I don't want to live with that stress on me!! Please!"

He doesn't want to stop you. He sees that look on your face, and all it reminds him is that he did a shitty job. As a partner, as a fiance, as a father and everything else in between.

All he knows is that he is sorry and he will continue to be sorry. Because he won't let you run off. He loves you too much to do that. You've engrained yourself on his tattoos, on his mind and his heart. It's all there because of you and it's shit that can't be erased with a simple white board eraser.

He'll start stalking you again. He'll find a way to talk with the kids again. Maybe he'll get his lil friend to do some lawyer shit for him, gain custody, or whatever the fuck it's called before you do.

He'll do everything in his power to have you back because he can't function properly without you. You were his gears, his wake-up calls, his breakfast, lunch and dinner for his soul and he'd be damned if that was taken away from him.

[ghcjhvk]

batman 161 spoilers and stuff

quick scroll if u dont want spoilers i just read new issue

damian teaming up with bane might be my final reason on the list

i mightve been okay with it if they gave us a reason. "you needed help" are you SERIOUS right now. can you give me like. a little bit more?? okay wait now im getting flash banged into the past when i read task force z and i think they said something abt bane not being the one to kill alfred?? i could be spreading misinformation here be forwarned. but like even if thats the case everyone else still thinks he did it so like give me something. why does bane even need to be here can we not replace him or something. he did like a singular panel of plot, got punched once, and then got sent back to blackgate.

batman's inner dialogue lowkey irritates me im sorry. i just dont like it.

jokers there. its like the plot forgets he's relevant sometimes. esp bc nw fucks off to go see batman 2 seconds after jumping out the lighthouse and like ig the jokers still out running free.

jason remains my favourite ragebaiter. he also pulls disappearing into the gotham water trick again for like the third (?) time. (fourth if we count utrh movie with utrh comic (?)) i choose to believe he has an undetectable submarine perpetually following him around just so he gets chances to do this shit.

nightwing loses jason in the water for the second time lmao

hush 2 be original challenge

i dont hate barbaras part in this issue (but also idk a whole lot abt her as batgirl) and i dont mind bruce's narration/perspective of her.

also lets just talk about this for a second; yeah i dont think letting ur emotions dictate ur actions is a bad thing. theres no such thing as emotions vs rationality when u make decisions im sorry. if u had to pick one over the other, i think a lot more people would be doing a lot more stupid things. they exist with each other, two sides of the same coin bs, except ur not flipping the fucking coin and calling heads or tails ur just using the damn coin to pay. anger and grief are emotions i fear. being calm is an emotional state of being i fear. compassion is a feeling. empathy and guilt after helping build morality. stop being stupid bruce it aint cute. also like how cliche is this dialogue someone sedate me rn.

seeing huntress reminded me of the rh comic we're getting in september 🥀🥀. i really dont like her costume design (or jason's) in it. the fact that its a crop top thing just doesnt sit right with me i dont like it. thats not to mention jason's drip card getting revoked. what the fuck happened. i didnt even hate the outlaw muzzle fit i thought it was nice (esp. in batman/catwoman gotham war). ill be brave and say atp i'd rather the pill helmet fit with the fuckass skull logo and cape. like im sorry for complaining abt the lips helmet i didnt mean it dc i swear. his jacket doesnt sit right with me and his logo is starting to become more and more indistinguishable from nw. (how rhato new52 felt after giving jason one of nightwings old costumes). like his muzzle fit logo has those two lil spaces in it bc the guy who made the design said it looked like jason's mask when he had his hood up and like, ill accept that. it works bc he has his muzzle. it also sometimes looks like a heart which just gives me more reasons to finish drawing a steven universe au.

this is not even mentioning all the wholly indefensible shit coming out abt the author rn (am i still holding out a small amt of hope bc she wrote beast world rh?? yes. but i know dc will crush and spit on that tiny bit)

wait why did no one tell me the alt cover of helena and jason kissing was done by nick robles.

anyway hey dc if we could have like, something good that is canon to the timeline or whatever thatd be kinda cool. yes this is abt the absolute series, rh resurrection, and wfa, sue me. fan works and not-canon works after being better.

[drunkonh20]

Winning Hearts in the Ring.

A/N: yours truly is back, i'm working and my shifts are pure shit, but imma make up for it folks.

modern day AU boxer Sevika, because we all want to see that, and thanks for my special anon for this request i hope i did you justice.

"C'mon Y/N it's gonna be fun, you promised you would come with me!!" Your friend whined as she takes your arm and shakes you gently. It is begining of autumn and your collage started which means s lot of studying because you are a third year of medical school and your intership starts as well, both for you and your friend actually. You two first met at the first day of classes, funny thing is you two are from the same town but never actually spoke until you two started collage. You first spoke only because you bumped into eachother while looking for your classroom. You remember it like it was yesterday.

"Y/N if you don't hurry up and find this damn classroom Mrs. Jackmann is gonna kill you." You thought to yourself as you were running up and down the hallways. Rushing and carrying your books at the same time because you, sadly, slept in this morning and forgot to pack your backpack. As you were right behing the corner you bumped into someone. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry!" You look up and see a blonde girl with such a soft face. "It's fine don't worry, I should be careful, it's just that if i don't find this class Mrs. Jacks-" "Mrs. Jackmann will kill me." You and the blond girl look at each other and started laughing. It was like fate, the universe wanted you two to become friends. "I'm Sonya, pleased to meet you fellow nurse." She puts her hand infront of you and you glady accept the greeting. "And I'm Y/N fellow colleague." You smile warmly at her. At that moment you knew you found your best friend and your soul sister.

"Pleeaseee I am begging you, I will go on my knees if I have to."

Sonya said as she was slowly getting on her knees beside you. "You can be a pain in my ass Sonya." You laugh as you typed into your laptop. You promised to go with her on a boxing match that is gonna be in a few days in the city. Sonya actually started training boxing and she wants to go to see the real deal for whats up for her. "Tell me when is this again?" You asked sipping on your coffee.

"It's on saturday at 8 pm, and don't you dare start the 'I have work to do' because we both know that you do not work on weekends because the doctors at the hospital love you and because of that they gave you every weekend off. Please Y/N I already got us tickets like a month ago." Sonya said with a straight face. When she wants something, she will go anything to get it, including you going with her. You stop typing for a moment, pretending to think about the situation. A small laugh escaped your lips and Sonya grabbed a pillow and smacked you with it.

"I KNEW YOU WOULD GO YOU LIL BRAT!" She laughed out loud, boy do you love to see her happy. After finishing your work you two hoppend onto a couch and watched your favorite show to end the night.

Fast forward to saturday.

"Y/N are you done in the shower??" You hear Sonya. "I'll be out in a minute!!" You said as you were done washing yourself. You went out of the bathroom smelling like a whole bath and body works. "For who are we smelling that good hmmm~?" Sonya teased and you just laugh it off, it's not like you would find a hot guy there right? You two girls got ready and went out of the apartment that you shared. It was a cozy little thing, made for two of you. It was a chilly night but you two thought it was a great idea to wear s dress, because why not eh. As the two of you got into Sonya's car you blasted your favorite songs and sang along as you were driving to the arena. While sitting in the passenger seat you look out the window and a jumbo poster catches your eye. It was a poster of the two boxers promoting todays match. At the same time by chance your music was cut by short commercal break.

"Tonight, the ring will burn as two elite boxers face off in a battle for supremacy! Join us for an electrifying night filled with intensity, skill, and heart. When: Tonight at 8:00 PM. Where: Eclipse Arena. Don’t miss your chance to witness history in the making! Hope you grabbed your tickets on time to be part of the action! Who will emerge victorious? Be there to find out!"

"OMG Y/N I CAN NOT BELIEVE WE ARE GONNA SEE IT LIVE!!! You will be amazed by this whole evening. Did I ever tell you that my favorite boxer Sevika is up in tonight finale??? Did I??" Sonya said happily and you just couldn't help but to smile because she was acting like a little child who saw a big rainbow lollipop at the store. "No you never actually told me who is your favorite boxer, but I will see her today." Just as you finished saying that you two pulled over at the parking lot of the Eclipse arena. And let me tell you, it was almost full to the brim, you were lucky to find a spot empty. You two got out and rushed to the main enterence of the big building. There was a lot of security, like a lot, with police also if someone decited to be dumb and start a mess. The line into the arena was huge, but thank God you were rushing so you weren't at the back.

"Tickets please." A strong, buff guy asked you two in a deep voice. Sonya gladly showed them in his face and the guy let's you in.

Entering a boxing arena to watch a match is an experience on a whole snother level. As you approach the venue, the anticipation builds. The sounds of chatter fill the air, mixing with the faint echo of gloves hitting pads in the background. Upon entering, you’re greeted by the vibrant atmosphere—bright lights that shine on the ring, filled with sponsors' logos. The scent of popcorn and hot dogs goes through the crowd. You and your friend navigate through the sea of fans, while others are animatedly discussing previous matches between the two finalists. Finally finding your seats, some smart assholes almost took your seats bit thank god Sonya basically has the additude to deal with people like them, you settle in as the energy pulsates around you. The crowd’s roar grows louder, especially as the fighters are about to be introduced. You truly never experienced something like this. It was exciting and adrenaline was rushing thought you like some kind of a drug. You see the host going into the right with a microphone in his hand. That's it, the two finalists are finally coming onto the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event of the evening! Get ready for an electrifying showdown as we present the finalists of this year’s championship! In the red corner, hailing from the heart of the city, known for her relentless drive and knockout power, give it up for the ferocious fighter, Sevika!"

Sonya basically goes wild, as she sees her idol with her own two eyes. You calm her down as much as possible so she doesn't faint from excitment. You look up the ring to see the host with the two boxers. He takes a minute so the crowd goes silent to introduce the second finalist.

"And in the blue corner, representing the pride of her hometown with an unmatched skill set, put your hands together for the formidable contender, Violet known as Vi! Tonight, they will battle it out for glory, honor, and the championship title! Let’s get ready to rumble!”

People being to scream as the match begins, the tension is electric. Every punch, dodge, and cheer from the audience intensifies the experience. You and your friend exchange reactions, riding the highs and lows of each round, caught up in the drama unfolding before you. The experience is more than just the match; it's the shared excitement between you and Sonya, and the unforgettable moments that make it truly memorable.

"GO SEVIKA KICK HER, YES, NO, YES SEVIKA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?????" Sonya got out of her seat to exam the situarion further. It looked like Sevika was loosing, but it was only the first round.

You just sat there in ave. You've never seen such a woman in your life. What captured your eyes was her left arm. It was a bionic arm. You thought what happend to her. "Hey Sonya, what happend to her arm?" You got closer to your friend as you asked the question. "She had an accident a few years ago, from what I read, her team wanted the best for her and they got a new technology for her arm. Sevika's bionic arm is a highly advanced prosthetic designed to mimic natural arm movements and enhance functionality, allowing her to perform tasks with precision and strength." She said never tsking her eyes off the ring. You just nodded as you continued to watch the match. After the first round it got even more intense. It was two for two now. The last match decited who is the new champion. Before the third and final round the host said that there will be a thirdy minute break.

"NO WHY, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT LONG." Sonya fake cried and laughed at the same time. You got out of your chair to grab some fresh air, sadly to you, you didn't know some boy was behing you, following you outside. You stood outside drinking your soda while listening to chatter around you, people commenting on the match.

"Heeeey there beautiful hehe." You turned around and saw a somewhat drunk guy covered with grease from hot dogs aeound his mouth. Ew, you though to yourself ignoring him. He slid his arm aound your waist, but there was someone else watching the situation from afar. "Why don't you wanna talk eh, the cat got your tongue or am did I take your breath away?" The creep smrked and you just wanted to punch him right there and then. Looking around for a security guy or police but there were none on sight. Great, how can you camly get out of this situation? "Look man I'm not interested just leave me alone please?" You rolled your eyes. "Oh now you can talk, why don't we go to my place after hmm little kitten?" You almost puked. Finally turning around to face him you were about to start explainging some stuff about manners when a figure got behind him.

"Didn't she say she is not interested?" Ylu looked up behind the dude and saw her. Sevika. You looked at her in awe. You examed her face closely. Sevika has an expressive face, marked by sharp features and intense gray eyes that show both determination and a hint of softness, but at this moment her eyes screamed bloody murder. "Get back inside or else I'm gonna carry you inside piece by piece." She stared down at him, right after the guy ran inside for his life. Sevika looks at you, you can se some bruises and some bloody marks on her face. She looks at youand smiles a bit. A small 'thank you' escapes your lips looking down to hide your blushing face. "Anytime beautiful." She smirks taking a cigarette out of her pocket. You look up to her side and see one bad cut on her face. "You know that cut will be needing a least four to five stiches."

"Oh yeah, are you a doctor?" She takes a puff.

"Well actually, I am.. almost." You smile st her. She looks at you and takes your face into the palm of her hand. "Well then, you will be the one who will stich me up darling." She said taking another puff. Never in your damn life have you felt like this, never has someone made you feel this kind of way when meeting them for the first time. You stutter finding words to say something, she looks at you again. "Gotta get back inside, hope to see you still there to watch me win beautiful." She winked and went back inside the venue. You couldn't believe what just happend. Sevika, THE Sevika saved your butt snd flirted with you tonight.

'Sonya will never believe what just happend.' You thought as you went after Sevika inside. You got back into your seat and saw Sonya talking to a boy prolly not even noticing that you were gone for the whole thirdy minutes.

As you sat down the bell rang. The finale match has begun. You saw Sevika getting up from her corner. She was looking for someone. When she finally saw you she just winked at you and you couldn't help but to blush again. Sonya looked st you. "Girl, what was that??? Did Sevika just winked at you?" "Sonya, I will explain it later just watch the match okay." You said never taking your eyes off of Sevika, praying to god she will win. "O you have some explaing to do at home young lady."

As the final round approaches, the atmosphere is electric, the crowd roaring with anticipation. Both Sevika and Vi are visibly exhausted, sweat glistening on their brows. The bell rings, and they charge toward each other, trading jabs and hooks, each punch a testament to their grit. Sevika started showing signs of fatigue, begins to retreat, but Violet aka Vi senses an opportunity. With precision, she unleash a series of powerful combinations, landing clean shots that echo through the arena. The crowd erupts with each strike, urging Sevika on. In this moment both you and Sonya started biting your nails from anixety In the last minute, Sevika digs deep, channeling their remaining strength. She respond with a surprising counter, landing a solid right hook that staggers Violet. Time slows as the two boxers exchange blows, each seeking to gain the upper hand. As the final seconds tick away, the fighters lean into their last efforts. With just seconds left, Sevika delivers a devastating uppercut, sending her opponent to the canvas. The referee counts, and the crowd holds its breath. At eight, Vi struggles to rise, but they can’t beat the count. The bell rings, and the referee waves it off. Sevika raises her arms in victory, is declared the winner, her corner erupting in celebration while Violet, though battered, nods in respect. The match ends, marking another chapter in their fierce rivalry. The host enters the ring for the last time.

"We are thrilled to announce that Sevika has emerged as the champion of the boxing championship! Her dedication, skill, and determination have truly set her apart. Congratulations to Sevika for this incredible achievement!"

Both you and Sonya screamed. You could see Sevika looking at you, breathing heavily and she just smirked. You look at her and smile while doing the thumbs up. She laughed at you, couldn't help it.

After a while the crowd gets outside and so do you and Sonya. While walking to your car and chatting about the match you see someone ahead of you. It was Sevika, leaning over to the side of your car.

"I was hoping I can get your number beautiful." You see Sevika leaning onto your car. She handled you a pen and paper. You glady accept it and write it with a little heart next to it. You gave the items back and look at her. "Someone will need to stich you up hm?" You teased and she smirks, while Sonya almost had a full on stroke in the background. "O young lady you have a lot of explainging to do. Btw hi Sevika, I'm Sonya, big fan." She waved her hand to her. Sevika laughs along side of you at this whole situation. As you both settled into the car, the tension of the moment shifted into something lighter. Sevika chuckled, glancing over at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, what's your plan after the stitches?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. You smirked, feeling the chemistry crackle between you. "Maybe take you out for a drink, if you're up for it." Sevika's smile widened. "Count me in. Just don’t be surprised if I end up stitching you up instead." Sonya, still recovering from her shock, shook her head in disbelief. “This is going to be a story for the ages.”

As you drove off, the laughter and teasing continued, the night ahead full of possibilities, leaving you both eager for what was to come.

[motheroffeline]

Just a Dream

Dark fic, Stack "Elias" Moore x reader (Dula)

Dula found herself running in the forest at speeds she didn't think she could muster in a million years. Wind whipping across her face, blood rushing in her ears, and denim jeans stained from swamp water. Laborious breaths escaped her slackened mouth as she navigated through the large expanse of the woods not knowing which direction to go.

Of course, his footsteps couldn't be heard because he liked to play with his food. Dula felt as though she had been running for days at a time when she might have only been running for minutes. The strong cologne she had applied on the back of her neck had waned from being exposed to the harsh whipping air of the night. Every now and again he would allow Dula to hear the huffs and puffs of his movements as though he was exerting considerable effort: this too was a part of the game.

Dula remembered meeting him while going on her hike and being wary of him. He introduced himself as " Stack Moore" which put her off at first, but she denounced it as a considerable mistake while naming him during birth. She had never met someone who talked so much that it could barely be seen as a conversation.

"Went round to my ol' boy's house and damn cigarette almost burned the carpet up!"

"Got food poisoning from Ms. Beck's diner...ain't eating there no more."

"Wonder when I'll ever be free."

That last statement of his aroused Dula's attention.

"What do you mean by that? I mean we're as free as we'll ever get just hiking around in the great outdoors. Birds chirping they damn heads off in the distance, mosquitoes tearing ya leg up, and just the beautiful moon." Dula was practically raised in the outdoors learning how to fish from her daddy and what plants were poisonous from her mama.

Stack let out an abrupt chuckle at her childlike enthusiasm. "Nobody in this damn world is really free. Way back to Jim Crow us black folks could never really get ahead. Now? Goverment got his hands wrapped around everybody neck no matter your background. So you tell me sweetheart how I'm free?"

Silence formed between the two of them before Dula opened her arms.

"The fact that we are living in this world and breathing this beautiful air is enough freedom isn't it? Can't say I'm in love with the chains on me but I learn to deal with them. Think about animals... always being targeted by something else and just having to hunt to eat. We as humans? Top of the food chain nothing else could ever beat this, really." A jolt of surprise traveled out of Dula's mouth at the realization that tears had sprung from her eyes. Ever since she was a teenager everything in the world made her get emotional. Admittedly, she was a little too sensitive but Dula would be damned if she let the world bully her out of it.

"We?"

"Yes, we as people?"

Stack licked his lips while staring at Dula and she saw the flash of his gold of his eyes; teeth sharper than what they were at first. Her feet started to carry her back before she could even process what she was saying.

"Listen, all of this damn kumbaya shit is real sweet but you don't know the half of it and it's killing me. Hell, you assuming that humans just safe and can frolic around whenever right?"

Dula's breath caught in her throat.

"S-Sir your eyes and teeth?"

Stack chuckled to himself before looking back up at her. "It's real too. Whatever you think them pretty lil ol' eyes of yours seeing is real. Sweetheart you smell sweeter than any damn flower and here you go on all about this "beautiful world" of yours almost about to break this heart of mine."

Dula took off running before she knew it and had been running ever since. Stack would make noises way off into the distance and sometimes it felt like he was right next her ear beckoning her to come running back towards him. Raspy chuckling appeared right from behind Dula and she looked around to meet those golden eyes of his.

"Where you goin? Stop."

Without warning, Dula's body froze up and she couldn't move a hair.

"Please let me go!" She pleaded but his eyes remained inhuman as they ravaged her body.

He walked closer to her and brushed her coily hair away from her sun-kissed face. His hand came up to palm her copious ass from behind as he kissed her neck, the rush of her blood making him as hard as steel. Soft lips kissed her throat as her body succumbed to the pleasure he was making her feel. Dula whimpered as the forbidden bliss began to blossom.

"Why you doing this to me? What are you?" Dula spoke in fearful, lustful gasps as his tongue licked up and down her neck like a popsicle.

He smiled against her neck.

"Whenever I get a chance to teach somebody a lesson that's what I do. See the biggest mistake you have ever made in your life is assuming that I was a good man! Hell didn't even know me and invited me on your lil hike. Think a lot of people gonna miss ya?" Stack kissed down to Dula's soaked jeans where she was soaked from running in puddles.

"Yes! I will be missed! Let me fucking go so I can kill you right here. I'll be damned if I die like this..."

He began to unbutton her blue jeans looking up at her through his thick lashes.

"You was doing some damn running wasn't you? Pants soaked and everything... and not just from no water either." Stack drooled as he looked at Dula's pussy practically eating up a thong that was way too small for her. Experimentally, he tugged the thong to where it was rubbing up and down her clit.

Dula cried out and looked at him in dismay.

He smirked as his long tongue lapped at her clothed pussy causing her to keen.

"I need to see the whole damn package ain't no sense in just teasing myself." Stack pulled Dula's panties down in one go. "Listen...I'm gonna let you move again and you're going to let yourself experience another type of freedom...free to give into wickedness. You ain't gotta understand what I am to want to fuck me Dula... Nahhh it's just bullshit people telling you."

Dula bucked against his face as he began to vigorously devour her pussy like it was a gourmet meal. His tongue would lick her swollen clit from side to side and then he would gently suck on it which he began to find out that she liked a lot. Stack's thumbs pulled her thick lips apart just to sink his serpentine tongue into her tight hole causing her to scream in pleasure.

"Oh godddd what are you doing to me? Stack? Unhhhhhhh why it feel so good?" Dula whimpered needily as his tongue dipped in and out of her like she was a ripe fruit in summer.

Stack spoke while eating her pussy causing delicious vibrations to travel from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. It was like a warm sensation was traveling everywhere dying to get out. Dula began to buck faster and faster into his mouth frowning in pleasure at the wet sounds of her pussy sounding like Stack was dipping his face in lake water.

"Gonna cummmmmm!" A high-pitched squeal came from Dula as she squirted all over Stack's enticing skin causing him to shine.

He licked the remainder of her arousal away from his lips and looked at her. "Dula...See? I made you feel so damn good you didn't even wanna run away. I can make this shit a reality every single fucking day if you let me sweetheart. Fuck the world... we can put all that nirvana shit behind us and live in the moment, Dula." She stared first at his fangs; then, at the large amount of drool escaping his mouth, and finally the unnatural nature of his eyes but none of it elicited fear in her body anymore.

"I want it Stack."

"Want what?" He said in a sing-song voice.

"Whatever you want to give me I'll take it..."

He smiled deviously before removing his own clothes and laying on the woodland floor staring up at the uncertain face of Dula.

"Come do what you want to my body baby. Let that mind of yours be free for once huh?"

Dula gulped before gently grabbing his dick and stroking it while staring into his eyes as he groaned. After some while of admiring the length and girth of him she gently lowered herself down on his dick wincing at how big he was.

"Ohhhh shit just like that sweetheart." His praise oddly enough spurred her on and she continued to sink down on his dick whimpering at how completely it filled her. At once her mind began to think of the days where she had not met Stack and it seemed meaningless. If she considered herself to have a happy life what in the fuck was she feeling now?

"So deep in me." Dula's eyes watered as she tried to become accustomed to Stack being inside of her. He began to rhythmically thrust up into her soaked pussy as Dula bit her plump lips.

"Scream for me baby so I'll know how good it feels." Stack encouraged Dula as her mouth gaped away from how deliciously his dick was rubbing against her G spot. It had a slight curve that wasn't that noticeable but inside of her was a whole different ballpark.

"Oh yessss keep fucking me...mhmmm oh that's my spot!" Dula couldn't believe that she was being so vocal with a stranger, but etiquette had went out the window a few hours ago.

"I find it didn't I baby? Pussy gripping the fuck out me got me about to...mmmmmm."

Dula's pussy formed a white ring around Stack's dick as she rode him.

"Scream my name baby." Stack said through clenched teeth as he fucked up into her.

"Stack!"

Before Dula could even react Stack had pulled her down into his chest and bit into her neck. A look of pure horror crossed her expression as she touched the syrupy blood pouring out of her neck. Gasping, Dula almost fell on her side before Stack caught her.

"You never know when somebody gon' change they mind sweetheart. Me? I got a little hungry with all that damn warm blood sitting all pretty inside you giving you all this energy to fuck me. Damn shame you believe so easy. No telling when you'll wake up."

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In a cold sweat, Dula woke up screaming only to be met with the interior of her studio apartment. Wiping the sweat off her brow, she focused her eyes to look at the alarm clock on her dresser. She sighed feeling as though she had barely slept at all.

Dula sat up in her bed trying to grasp her thoughts. When she licked her tongue over her chapped lips, it got snagged on her teeth...sharper than a knife almost that it frightened her. Curiously she touched her canine with her index finger and was petrified at the feeling of fangs in her mouth...just like him.

[flipphone01st]

PLEASE write the mafia 141 idea you posted🥺I'm in love with the idea so much already!!!

Mafia 141/Bartender reader- Part one

Johnny🧼

Mostly Johnny/reader in this fic, because ive decided to split this up into different parts that will focus on different characters Like part 2 could focus of Gaz/reader.

Warning: not proof read, bad joke, swearing, alcohol and smoking, Johnny is a lil shit, and pushy, poorly written accents, (if I forgot anything that could have a warning let me know )

this is literally my first time actually writing a full fic so it's probably mediocre, FEEDBACK AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS GREATLY APPRECIATED. Other then that I hope you enjoy :)

Stupid uncle, stupid debt, stupid bar. You hated this, but you suppose its your own fault. If only you had just closed the door when your uncle showed up at your door begging for help because he had gained massive debt to one of the most infamous crime bosses in the city... Johnathan Price...if only you had just said no and didn't drive your ass down to Price's club and demand to speak with him, didn't try and bargain for your uncle...maybe then you wouldn't be forced to work for the bastard...

Two hours...thats how much longer you'd have to spend standing behind this bar. You swear to god, if other drunk yells at you you'll shove a jigger down their throat, and your 'coworkers', if you could even call them that, weren't making your life easier. If anything they were hellbent on making it worse. "Yer lookin' a bit peely wally." Johnny chuckles while cleaning a margarita glass, it was just him today, said Kyle was off doing something for Price, you didn't want to ask what.

You glance up at him, eyes narrowing in confusion and slight annoyance "..huh?"

"Means you look like shite." He clarifies.

You sigh and stand up, nudging an empty box away with your foot "thanks... asshole." You grumble. He chuckles and raises his hands in mock surrender, "Awe come on, I'm just funnin' with ya. You look fine, a wee bit red in the face, but that's it." He grins, you didn't hate him, he could actually be quite hilarious sometimes... sometimes...You roll your eyes. He laughs and takes out a cigarette, lighting it up. "Ya want one?" He offers.

"no...I thought price didn't like us smoking around the drinks.."

"Aye, he doesn't." He shrugs, taking a drag of his cigarette. "but what ol Pricey doesn't know won't kill em."

"mm.." your nose scrunches in disgust at the smell. you take a small step away, not wanting the smoke to settle on your clothes. He blows smoke out the side of his mouth, away from you "yer no fun ya know that?" You scoff, "pft..I can be fun.", while crossing your arms, and leaning back against the bar with your lips shaped into a slightly grumpy pout. "Oh?" He chuckles again, leaning back against the bar himself "can ya? Let's see, tell me a joke."

you think long and hard "uuuuuuuuuuuh..ok I got one. What do you call a fake noodle?" Johnny squints his eyes "...what?"

"....an impasta..."

"..."

"..." You're both silent, completely silent.... just staring at each other...

"..." Johnny sighs "that joke was dogshite."

Your shoulders slump forward in defeat "I know." He chuckles, "Well at least yer aware." before taking another drag of his cigarette. before looking at you with the most smug grin you've ever seen "but that also just proved my point...yer no fun, pipsqueak."

"Pipsqueak?" You raise an eyebrow as your eyes narrow

"Yeah, you heard me. Yer a wee'un." He teased, god you wanted to whip that stupid grin off his equally stupid face. "you're not even that much taller than me."

"I'm seven inches taller than you." He points out.

"...nuh uh.."

"Fuck ya mean, nuh uh?" His eyebrows furrowed as he tries not to laugh, on the other hand, your brows furrow in annoyance. "I mean, nuh uh."

Johnny chuckles, and places his hand on top of your head. He then leans down, the tip of his nose almost brushing yours "dena it alllll ya want..." His eyes were locked with yours, the faint smell of cigarette smoke almost making you recoil in disgust. he leans even closer, you try and lean back but you're stopped by the bar. "...yer still a pipsqueak!" then ruffles your hair aggressively.

You slap his hand away, glaring at him while fixing your hair. "Jerk! Don't do that again." you grumble, and to make matters even worse, you feel your cheeks heat up a bit. "Awe, someone's all hot and flustered now." He smirks, giving you a small jab with his elbow "c'mon now, I was just joking around, relax."

You groan softly and roll your eyes, pushing him away and walking to the other side of the bar, trying to find anything that you could use to ignore him. Johnny grins, quickly putting out his cigarette and following after you "see! that's exactly what I'm talking about. Such a grump...don't tell me yer so boring that ya don't even like a bit of harmless flirting?"

"go away, Johnny." You don't look up from the drink you were pouring for a costumer "Aww, c'mon. I'm just tryna lift yer spirits." He wraps his arm around your shoulder "you like me don't ya?" He grins, not expecting a positive answer.

Your eyes widen and you move out from under his arm "no." Was your immediate response, your voice stern. Johnny grins wider and moves to stand right in front of you, leaning right up and practically invading your personal space. "Don't lie to me now. I bet ya daydream about me, don't ya? About all of us? Me and the lads, hm?"

Your face goes red "what?" He grins, almost deviously "you think I haven't noticed the way ya seem to float off into lala land while staring at me or Kyle work? When Simon's gotta rough up some jackass? Or even when price is literally just in the room with ya? Don't try to dena it, pipsqueak...just can't keep us all out of yer fantasies eh?" His hands slide their way onto your hips, he didn't seem to care about the bar patrons laughing and ooing, some even getting annoyed that the two bartenders were flirting with each other instead of enabling their alcohol addiction.

Your brain felt like it was short circuiting, it had become uncomfortably warm. If you were a truther..you'd admit that despite hating these four men...they were kinda hot. But you're a god damn liar and you'll be one till the day you die! "i-i!..no..no way!.. you're crazy! There's no way in hell id ever like any of you like...that.."

"Mm...sure... I'm definitely crazy." He leans even closer, his voice a whisper as he presses his body into you, the two of you basically chest to chest "...crazy about you." He leans down to try and steal a kiss, you're eyes widen comically large but thankfully before you could even react the gruff voice of Simon makes Johnny freeze just before his lips could graze yours "That's enough, you two 'er supposed to be workin, not swapping spit." He glares at Johnny, you didn't notice it but there was a slight hint of jealousy in his dark eyes... you didn't notice, but Johnny sure as hell did.

Johnny quickly backs up from you, and then looks at Simon with a smug grin on his face "Jeez... Yer no fun either, Si. We were just messin' around." Simon stares him down, not breaking eye contact with Johnny for a good two minutes, until finally letting out a deep sigh "just keep it outside of work..." then glances at you, "Price said you're free to go for today.."

You nod "uh..thank you." You awkwardly stutter, still trying to process what just happened and understand how it made you feel... were you embarrassed? Very. Were you necessarily uncomfortable?... strangely enough...no, you weren't uncomfortable. Simon nods then walks off into his little office behind the bar, Johnny watches him go, then his gaze wanders back over to you "Sooo, ya gonna head off then?"

"yeah.." you answer, somewhat shyly. Johnny nods, a quick look of disappointment on his face before he masks it with a smile "alright, then...have a good night, pipsqueak." He shrugs playfully, and begins walking off to serve a poor bastard that had been trying to order a drink for the past five minutes. ".. you too, Johnny.." you mutter while walking out from behind the bar to towards the break room to get your stuff and finally leave....what a weird ass day...

END OF PART ONE. Please let me know what you thought

[ur-so-mine]

Minecraft || (6)

(part 6) part 1| part 2| part 3| part 4| part 5

Tim : *sighs* why?

Jason: why what?

Tim: *sighs* nothing*sips coffee*

Dick : where did you get that coffee from!?

Tim , deeply stares into dicks eyes: You. Don't. Wanna. Know.

Dick: oki-e.

Damian : stop!!!!

Before they all could stop they all fall into the rivine :

Dick: Thank God there was water!!

Jason: ugh, I hit my head a little.

Tim : You sure not your ego?

Jason: 🖕

Damian: YOU ! stupid drake! Why did you pull me in !!!!

Tim: 🤷

Damian: imbecile- *gets hit* what the-

Jason : Run!. there is a lot of monsters!!

Dick , who already started running before they could even process:.Yeah what are you guys doing waiting there!!??

Damian, running: How is there so many zombies!?

Jason, running: IDK JUST RUN!!!

Tim , running: RUN WHERE !? YHE RIVINE IS ABOUT TO END!!

Dick, running: GUYS START BUILDING UP!

Tim, running and panting: OH SHIT OH SHIT MY HEALTH IS AT 3

After they reach up:

Jason , panting: was that a trap?

Damian, panting: y-es beloved made it with pressure plates. I just remembered that and before I could say anything you guys already stepped on it .

Dick, looking down at the rivine: Damn, I gotta give it to her .

Tim, agreeing: Yeah that almost killed me .

Jason : Well look it's going to be dark again. We need to get their fast.

Dick: And I don't think we have anymore resources to fight off the zombies.

Damian: why did u guys make your houses so far away?

Tim: Idk someone wanted to have a little adventure*side eying dick*

Dick : Heyy come on , wasn't my fault entirely*side eyeing Jason*

Jason : Seriously!?

After a while:

Jason, panting : no , I can't-

Dick , laying on the ground : yeah , me too

Damian, annoyed: seriously?.. Why did I even fucking come here with y'all !?

Tim: I don't know! We never asked you to come!

Dick : Umm Timmy I did.

Tim, rolling his eyes: Of course you did.

Jason, panting: I really can't walk anymore .

Jason: let's just go .

After two Minecraft day :

Tim : Finally.

Jason: gosh

Dick : I think I pooped a lil

Damian : ew seriously? You stopped five times for your bathroom break but still?

Jason, rolling his eyes: ew and yeah let's go.

Y/n : Hi guys, did you see Tim ? I logged off in his house. Oh Hi tim

Tim: Hi Y/n

Damian: beloved, I am here.

Y/n : who spoke?

Damian: :(

Dick : Hiii Y/n

Jason, looking around: Hello y/n

Y/n: oh hi guys . Y'all are here?

Jason: something came up

Y/n : oh I see .

Damian: beloved why do u have so many chests?

Y/n : oh these-

Tim , interrupting: Did u have them!???

Y/n : first of all rude , second I have what?

Damian, rolling his eyes : Drake lost his stacks of cobble stone.

Tim : I didn't lose them ! They got stolen!

Damian: Yeah Yeah keep telling yourself that.

Tim :YOU DEMON BRAT!

Damian: YOU IMBECILE! YOU WANNA FIGHT!?

Tim: NO WONDER YOUR MOTHER LEFT YOU!

Damian: AT LEAST I HAVE A MOTHER !

Y/n : STOP!!!

Y/n : *Sighs* Guys please stop , don't fight-

Jason: Oi Y/n why do you have this many cobble stones? * Looking into one of the many chests*

Y/n : oh theseee. * Looking at Tim* You should really reduce your caffeine.

Tim, pouting: Not you too.

Dick : Bro you literally tried to kill me for some stacks of cobble stone.

Tim: Those are not some stacks of cobble stones! Those are six stacks of my hard work!

Y/n , facepalming : No, like you should really reduce your caffeine.Because it somehow, made you forgot that you gave those six stacks of cobble stones I mean hard work to me to make slabs.

Suddenly there is a pin drop silence. But the moment you blink, you see your boyfriend and his two older brothers chasing Tim.

Y/n: *sighs*

Jason: *chasing Tim with his guns out* YOU MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT

Damian: * with his Minecraft diamond enchanted sword* IF I WERE A BIRD NOW I KNOW WHO I WOULD SHIT ON!

Dick : * with a stick ( I don't know where he took that from 🤷) * YOU TRIED TO KILL ME FOR THIS!????????

Y/n : oh well *shrugs* Dami wanna go on a date ?

Damian: * still chasing Tim* sure beloved

I hope you guys liked it . And yeah it took a lil long to post it and I am sorry for that . This is the last chapter ^⁠_⁠^

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

46: Daddy Issues ft. Papyrus

A/N: I got an email regarding the project I’m working on and dawg my social life is so cooked 😭 I didn’t want to have to do this, but once this chapter is published, I will officially be adding “HIATUS” to the title because I truly won’t be able to update for a while 😭 I am really sorry for the inconvenience, but I hope you guys understand! But… if you're a fan of my works... Stick around for mid-June on my Wattpad account… Trust… I got something for you gays soon... (exclusive to Wattpad) Anyway, I love y’all and thanks for the support! I hope you can enjoy this lil chapter!

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Sans knew it was too good to be true. Flowey has been too quiet lately, Sans almost would’ve forgotten about him were it not for the fact that the weed is just a constant in the back of his mind.

He thinks the flower is watching you just to see what will happen with you, but Alphys swears this has only been a recent thing. If that’s the case, Flowey is probably getting bored by now. Maybe Flowey is starting to realize that you intend to stay here to live out your life.

In any case, if Flowey remembers their previous interactions at all, then he’ll be smart to not interfere. Sans can and will kill Flowey without hesitation.

God, that just reminds him of Frisk. He hopes (which is crazy for him to genuinely hope for anything at all) Frisk never shows up here ever again. Because honestly, Sans might just kill Flowey anyway, and he doesn’t want the damn kid to Reset that.

Unless… It’s been so long, can Flowey Reset now? Or is that power still with Frisk? He would imagine that if Flowey can Reset, then he would’ve done so already months ago. Flowey gets bored so easily, he would’ve done something about it by now.

Man. Where the fuck is Frisk, anyway?

Sans pockets the vitamin bottles Alphys handed to him, putting them away in his little aether for safe keeping.

“thanks for telling me all this, alphys,” Sans smiles calmly as he walks with her, “i uh, i appreciate it.”

Alphys nods as she hurries a few steps ahead to reach the panel to open the doors, “O-Of course, S-Sans. That fl-flower… you know it c-can o-only mean trouble…”

“speaking of, where did you last see the damn thing?”

“It was a f-few days ago wh-when you, [Y/n], and Papyrus w-went to Waterfalls and cau–and caught a few cats.” She informs him, “[Y-Y/n] went off to a path I couldn’t follow, but I-I think the fl-flower lost her, too.”

Shit. Maybe those stupid cameras aren’t so bad after all.

“you have my number still, yeah? keep me updated about the flower?”

“Yeah, o-of course!”

“cool. i’mma go look around for it, but chances are i won’t actually find anything.”

“Oh, b-before you go!”

Alphys runs back to her chaotic desk next to the large monitor screen. She searches for something under the desk for a moment, having to push aside a few things to grab at it. She really needs to clean up her work space soon…

Alphys grabs a purple wrapped box from under the desk, the box being rather large in size. Watching off to the side since she can’t see over the box, Alphys hurries back to Sans and presents the box to him.

He takes it from her hesitantly; it’s not very heavy, Sans could comfortably toss it without having to risk hurting himself.

“This is f-for her. I um… Pl-Please don’t open it. I-It ha–It has s-some uh… l-lady products… I-I ha-had to do a lot of… a lot of research, so…”

Immediately, Sans gets war flashbacks to your period and menstrual cycle talk. There’s a cyan glow around the box, then it disappears into the aether.

“got it. for [y/n]’s eyes only,” He almost winces but holds his expression together, “when [y/n] gets back next week… maybe you two can meet? i bet she’d like to have another pal who’s on her side.”

Alphys perks up with an eager smile, but it deflates as soon as it arrives. Her shoulders sulk and she fiddles with her hands.

“Oh, th-that’d be n-nice, but if I-I go to Snowdin suddenly, U-Undyne will know an-and ask me about it.” She sighs defeatedly, “An-And s–And sometimes Undyne comes by wi–comes by without calling first. S-So, it’s best not to r-risk it…”

Yeah, that’s… probably the best move for now. It’s nice of Alphys to take that into consideration, and to put you first over her desire to meet you. Still, it’s moments like these that remind Sans just how annoying Undyne’s prejudice against humans can be.

He laughs awkwardly, “well, eventually, i guess. we’ll figure something out.”

“Y-Yeah, for sure!” She pipes up, “Uh, may-maybe just tell her I-I said hello, a-and that I think sh-she’s neat!”

“i will, alph.” Sans puts one hand in his pocket, and the other up to his head for a lazy salute, “see ya.”

Sans was going to walk back to Snowdin, but he realized that he can’t afford to waste a lot of time. He told Papyrus he’d be back soon, so he should keep his word. And since Alphys knows this little trick, Sans has no issue just shortcutting out of there and straight into his home. More specifically, his shared room with you.

He still very much wants to look around for a wild Flowey sighting, but he should focus on his other tasks first.

Sans pulls your vitamins and special gift out of the void, leaving them on the dresser. Stretching his arms above his head, he leaves the room with a sudden laziness. Something about being home brings out that side of him; Sans can’t allow himself to get side tracked, though.

Ah, he can already hear your pretty little voice in his numb-skull: “Sans, do something.”

And all he can do is just nod like a soggy cat while saying “yes, dear.”

Such is life, he supposes.

“papyrus…!” Sans calls out, “you still here?”

Childe meows loudly from downstairs. Good to know the cat is chillin’.

“YES, SANS.” Papyrus responds from the living room, “WELCOME BACK. HOW DID THINGS GO?”

“miss her already, bro.” Sans says light heartedly, “nah, but in all seriousness, it was good. i met the monster lady who was taking care of [y/n] before she moved in with us: toriel. she seems nice, and she definitely sees herself as [y/n]’s mom.”

“TORIEL? THAT NAME SOUNDS FAMILIAR… I THINK I’VE READ THAT NAME BEFORE.”

Sans stops at the bottom of the stairs, letting the kitty, Morax, rub against his legs, “wait, what? read it where?”

“IN A HISTORY BOOK. IT WAS AN OLD ONE, BUT IT WAS ABOUT THE KING AND QUEEN. AS A FUTURE MEMBER OF THE ROYAL GUARD, OF COURSE I HAD TO TAKE IT UPON MYSELF TO LEARN A THING OR TWO,” Papyrus is sitting on the couch, holding Childe up in the air and Childe is just limply letting it happen. “IF TORIEL IS THE QUEEN, AND SHE VIEWS HERSELF AS [Y/N]’S MOTHER, DOES THAT MAKE [Y/N] A PRINCESS?”

“uhh…”

“YOU WOULD BE A GOOD PRINCE, BROTHER! I CAN’T NAME THE REASONS WHY, BUT AS YOUR LOVING SIBLING, I AUTOMATICALLY THINK YOU WOULD BE A GOOD RULER ANYWAY.”

“…gee, thanks. happy to know compliments come easy to you.”

“ALWAYS A PLEASURE, SANS.”

Sigh.

Sans carefully walks around Morax, moving to the couch as well. He sits next to his brother, and finds delight in the way Morax immediately jumps on his lap. Huh, maybe you were right. Maybe the cats like them, after all.

“I TOOK THE CATS OUT ALREADY, BY THE WAY. CATS ARE RATHER PRIVATE, MORE SO THAN DOGS, YOU KNOW?”

“really? [y/n] said they’re a lot more independent than dogs, too, but haven’t they been pretty clingy?”

“I DID THINK SO AS WELL, BUT THEY’RE SO CUTE, SO IT’S OKAY!” Papyrus raises Childe higher, “DON’T YOU AGREE, CHILDE?”

“wahh.”

“ANYWAY, SANS. I WAS THINKING WE SHOULD GO GROCERY SHOPPING. MIGHT AS WELL DO IT NOW RATHER THAN LATER. HOW ABOUT IT?”

“sure, i’m game.”

If only to use this as an excuse to get out of the house. It’ll be good to see if Flowey would be anywhere, too. If Sans can’t even catch a glimpse of the damn weed, then he might be back in the Ruins to stalk you.

Isn’t he being too clingy? He needs to chill out and trust that you can take care of yourself. You can take care of yourself, and Toriel is with you, too.

Thinking of you…

“actually, papyrus,” Sans rubs the side of his face, “there’s something i gotta tell you. it’s related to the dj machine [y/n] and i’ve been using.”

Papyrus raises a bone brow, staying seated by his relative, “OKAY…? WHAT IS IT?”

“i told you how we’re going to these alternate universes and timelines using the machine…”

“YES, A NORMAL WEEKDAY ACTIVITY FOR YOU.”

“right, right. but… i never told you why we’re doing it.”

“Y-YES, WELL. I FIGURED THAT YOU WOULD TELL ME EVENTUALLY. WHEN YOU DEEMED IT TO BE IMPORTANT FOR ME TO KNOW.”

Sans nods, “yeah, that’s–i mean, that was the plan. at first. but… i decided that i need to tell you now since it won’t be fair if you’re the last one to know.”

Papyrus clears his throat, “YOU MAKE IT SOUND SO SERIOUS, BROTHER. BUT IT’S ONLY ME, YOU CAN TELL ME WHATEVER IT IS YOU NEED TO TELL ME.”

“i know, paps.” It’s Sans’ turn to clear his throat, “so… [y/n] and i have been working on bringing back… our dad. gaster.”

“…OH.”

“yeah… he’s–scattered across space and time, so we’re going around to collect his pieces and possibly put him back in one piece?” Sans’ grin becomes nervous, “uhm… so… yeah.”

“WOW, UH…” Papyrus looks away with a grimace. “THAT’S… QUITE THE PASSION PROJECT YOU TWO HAVE GOING ON. NYEH-HEH…”

Papyrus has to wonder now, if all those weeks ago, when you asked him about other skeleton monsters, was it because it was related to Gaster? Was this something you had known about for this long? Instead of directly asking him, you had to find a way to ask Sans instead.

“how–how do you feel?” Sans asks.

“I’M NOT–SURE… I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD BE MORE EXCITED OR HAPPY ABOUT THIS. AND I SUPPOSE I AM, TRULY! WHO DOESN’T WANT TO BE REUNITED WITH THEIR FATHER WHO GOT SCATTERED ACROSS SPACE AND TIME?” Papyrus scrunches his face, “BUT… IT IS DIFFICULT TO BE OVER THE MOON ABOUT IT. THE MEMORIES I HAVE OF HIM ARE VAGUE AT BEST, AND IT’S NOT AS IF I’M EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED, EITHER.”

Sans nods understandingly, listening quietly to his precious brother pouring his heart out.

“I’M SURE MAYBE I WILL FEEL DIFFERENT ONCE HE’S ACTUALLY HERE IN THE FLESH. IN THE BONEY-FLESH. BUT…” Papyrus makes a vague motion with his hand. He can’t put his thoughts and feelings into words, and it frustrates him to no end, “IS THIS WHOLE JOURNEY DANGEROUS TO YOU AND [Y/N]?”

Uhhhh-

“w-well… there were… you know, moments…” Sans shakes his head, “nothing we couldn’t handle, all part of the adventure.”

“SURE, SURE.”

Sans didn’t think this would be as awkward as it is. He expected his brother to be more hyped and ecstatic, but he clearly got it all wrong.

“TO BE HONEST, I’M NOT–IT’S NOT AS IF THE IDEA OF OUR FATHER RETURNING TO US IS UNPLEASANT, IT’S JUST… I DON’T KNOW, SANS,” Papyrus groans at his own ineptness, “I ALREADY HAVE YOU AND [Y/N], AND NOW CHILDE AND MORAX. I SUPPOSE WHEN I HAVE ALL I COULD NEED NOW, IT’S HARD TO IMAGINE WANTING MORE.”

…Oof. That hit really hard in a way Sans wasn’t expecting.

It’s clear that between them two, Sans is the one with more solid memories regarding Gaster. Papyrus’s memories are more foggy, and his emotions attached to said emotions must not be as strong, either.

Sans is essentially trying to get Papyrus excited about a stranger.

Papyrus might’ve been excited too, but that would be before meeting you. You have such a strong presence in Papyrus’ life, that you might’ve literally filled that void in him. He doesn’t need anyone else in his little family, he has it all now.

Honestly, Sans could learn a thing or two from his brother. They’re already in this situation, so Sans isn’t going to stop now. But if he were in Papyrus’ shoes, he wouldn’t feel the need to add anyone else too.

You, Sans, Papyrus–and the cats, as well now–the family is as complete as it could possibly get.

“i hear you, paps, i do,” Sans pats his brother on the back, “don’t think that you gotta feel a certain way just because of this. i told you since, well, he’s our dad, but don’t force yourself to be more happy or excited than you are. the day that comes that he’ll be here in person, i want you to be prepared for it.”

His shoulders relax some, “I APPRECIATE THE HEADS UP, BROTHER. HOW DID YOU AND [Y/N] GET INVOLVED IN SUCH A THING?”

“uhh… it came to her in a dream.”

“NYEH… WELL, ALRIGHT.”

So simple!!

“SO, I SUPPOSE YOU WILL NO LONGER RECEIVE ANY HAPPY FATHER DAY GIFTS,” Papyrus concludes with a nod, “AT LEAST YOU WILL STILL HAVE MOTHER’S DAY, SANS.”

Awe, that’s a shame. Sans actually likes getting gifts for Father’s day and Mother’s day. That’s the price he must pay to revive his dad from the Shadow Realm.

“there’s also one other thing,” Sans might as well bring it up now, “it’s about [y/n].”

“DON’T YOU DARE BREAK UP WITH HER, SANS. I WILL MAKE SURE YOU REPENT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LONG, LONG LIFE IF YOU DO!!”

“jesus, no! i’m not ending things with her! why–where did that even come from??” Sans puts his hand on his chest like he’s clutching his pearls, “papyrus, this is about her safety.”

“OH, I SEE.” He beams as if he didn’t just threaten his only family, “SO, WHAT IS THE MATTER? IT’S NOT UNDYNE, IS IT? SHE HAS AGREED TO LET ME GUARD SNOWDIN FOR A WHILE NOW, SO THERE IS NO REASON FOR HER TO HAVE HEARD OF [Y/N].”

Huh, so what Alphys said was true. Sans already knew that, but having confirmation is another thing.

“you remember how a long time ago, you told me about this flower that was telling you all sorts of thing? flattery, advice, predictions?” Papyrus nods, letting Sans continue, “call me crazy, but i think that flower… i don’t think it’s a normal flower. i don’t think it’s safe.”

Papyrus furrows his bone-brows, looking to the side, “IS THAT SO…? YOU KNOW, IT HAS BEEN A LONG WHILE SINCE I’VE SEEN THAT FLOWER. BUT ARE YOU SURE IT’S RELATED?”

“yeah, no doubt. the reason why [y/n] moved in with us in the first place was because of a flower that tried killing her.”

“AH, REALLY? I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A MEAN MONSTER, BUT YOU MEAN TO SAY THEY’RE ONE IN THE SAME?”

“i think so. that’s kinda why i don’t like letting her wander off by herself. i’m just worried, you know? and knowing how undyne is… she’s our great pal, but if [y/n] tried defending herself against a monster, it’s [y/n] who will be punished instead.”

“I DON’T WANT TO ADMIT IT, BUT YOU ARE RIGHT. UNDYNE’S OPINIONS ON HUMANS IS VERY… MURDERY.”

“exactly. for her sake, we gotta keep a sharper eye out.” Sans chuckles, “i know she’ll get annoyed with me for coddling or protecting her too much, but you understand my feelings, right papyrus?”

“OF COURSE, I DO. SHE IS IMPORTANT TO US BOTH. HUMANS CAN BE SO SQUISHY AND FRAGILE, WE MUST DO WHAT WE CAN!”

“yeah, exactly!”

“HOWEVER, THERE IS LITTLE WE CAN DO WHILE SITTING ON OUR BUTTS!” Papyrus jumps up to his feet, his cape billowing in the non-existent wind. “LET US DO OUR SHOPPING, AND AFTERWARD, PERHAPS WE CAN COME UP WITH A SORT OF SCHEDULE TO BEGIN SCOUTING FOR THAT EVIL FLOWER.”

“pfft, sounds good,” Sans’ eyes soften around the corners, “man, you really are the coolest there is.”

“NYEH-HEH HEH! AS IF I DON’T ALREADY KNOW. COME NOW, BEFORE YOU GET ANY LAZIER.”

“low blow, man. low blow.”

“SANS, YOU’RE LITERALLY SINKING INTO THE COUCH CUSHIONS AS WE SPEAK.”

“it’s a nice couch.”

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