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[clarkeysbedchem]

whatever happens, im letting it | part six

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will lenney x fem reader

summary: will falls for chris’ new assistant

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With the holidays finally over and the grind of work coming back into focus, you quickly realized that avoiding your problems wasn’t going to be the way to solve them. But here you were, standing in the doorway, peering cautiously down the corridor to make sure a certain Geordie wasn’t nearby.

Behind you, Chris’ eyes narrowed, amusement and judgment in his gaze as he folded his arms across his chest. “Y’know, if maybe you just talked to him, you wouldn’t have to keep sneaking around.”

You whipped around, slamming the door shut behind you in a defensive move, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You quickly returned to your desk, acting far too busy for the conversation.

“Right, so you weren’t just checking the hallways to make sure Will’s not lurking around?” Chris pressed, his voice dripping with knowing sarcasm.

You shook your head, lifting your matcha cup to your lips as you tried to feign nonchalance. “Nope. Why would I even do that?”

Chris tapped his chin dramatically, his smirk widening. “Hmm, maybe because you fancy him.”

The mention of Will sent heat rushing to your face, a telltale sign of just how far out of your control this all had gotten. “Incorrect,” you muttered, hoping he’d drop it.

Chris didn’t buy it, of course. He leaned back in his chair, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yeah, sure. ‘Cause you’ll just spoon on the sofa with any guy or let them take you home after you’ve drowned your sorrows away, right?”

Your cheeks burned even hotter. “I wasn’t drowning my sorrows,” you bit out, still defensive but trying to hide your flustered reaction. “I was celebrating.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” Chris’ tone softened, but there was still a hint of mischief in his voice. “Celebrating what exactly?”

Before you could reply, your phone buzzed, the distraction giving you an excuse to tune out Chris' probing questions.

You let out a yawn, the weight of the day slowly crashing down on you. As you stepped into the lift, you leaned your back against the wall and let your head fall back, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.

But as the lift doors began to close, they abruptly slid open again, revealing an exhausted Will.

He cursed under his breath, clearly caught off guard by the interruption. “Ah, shit,” he muttered, his hand instinctively reaching for the door. “I’m just gonna-”

“Just get in,” you interrupted, unable to keep the exhaustion out of your voice. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed deeply, “I’m too tired for this.”

Will hesitated for a second but then nodded, stepping inside and choosing to stand just a bit too far from you, as though respecting some invisible boundary. The lift began to descend, the hum of machinery filling the brief silence between you.

“Long day?” you asked, breaking the silence with a soft tone, though you didn’t expect much of a response.

Will jumped slightly, as though you’d startled him, before he turned toward you with a sheepish smile. “Yeah, it’s been a bit much.” His eyes caught yours for a brief second, and for a moment, something flickered in his gaze before he looked away.

“Mm. Same,” you muttered, leaning your head back against the wall and closing your eyes.

The lift dinged softly as it reached the ground floor, and Will cleared his throat, glancing at you.

“Eh… how are you getting home?” His voice had taken on an unexpected edge of concern, something you couldn’t quite place.

You blinked at him, slightly thrown off by the question. “Probably an Uber,” you answered, trying to hide the sudden awkwardness in your chest.

“I can give youse a lift,” Will offered, rubbing the back of his neck, not quite meeting your eyes. “I was gonna stop for some food anyway.”

The offer hung in the air for a moment, and you found yourself pausing before responding, letting the quiet tension build between you. You hadn’t expected him to make the offer. The unwanted sting of the awkwardness between you both still lingered from before.

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and you nodded, the thought of not having to deal with the headache of ordering an Uber sounding appealing. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”

Will returned a hesitant smile, his posture still a little stiff as he led you out of the building and to his car.

[lamemaster]

Made of Sugar

Request: Hi! Hope this finds you well, mind if i req for a Thranduil x reader where they're like telling legolas how they met, maybe they met during the war of the last alliance? anyways love ur work especially the angst but now i need some not angst? cus im actually going to cry lmao

Pairing: Thranduil x Wife Reader

Genre: Fluff

AN: This has been due a long time! I'm sorry for the delay but this writer suffers from smooth brain 98% of the time.

“Legolas Thranduilion!” Your voice rings out loud, breaking his thoughts. For once, he wishes his father's presence was there. “Have I not made it clear that you are not to go to the wine cellars?” You pinch your nose blinking furiously as was your habit when agitated. 

Legolas hasn’t known love stronger than the one he has felt for you, his eme. Your stories, your songs, the little stars you paint on the roof of his room– Legolas absorbs them with the wide-eyed devotion of a sunflower turning its face to the first rays of the sun.  

But all that love does not diminish the distress of your anger. You, the one who laughed most easily, whose smile could chase away any shadow, were now a storm cloud gathered over his head.

The familiar scent of cinnamon and woodsmoke that clung to you did little to soothe the storm brewing in your eyes. Legolas flinched – he knew the terrifying, steely glint that hardened your gaze when truly angered. It was a sight rarer than a dust storm in Greenwood, but all the more impactful when it came. 

 At barely 80 years old, facing your wrath felt far more daunting than any monstrous spider lurking in the Greenwood.

"You are too young," you said, your voice tight. "Just you wait until I tell Thranduil." You paced around the room, pinching the bridge of your nose, a telltale sign of your agitation. "Maybe he will listen and move the wine cellars away from the main palace."

Staring at the untouched cakes, Legolas yearned for nothing more than for this tension to pass. He longed to see your easy smile return.  The sight of untouched cakes, usually a source of joy, only emphasized the heavy weight of your displeasure. He longed for the days when your laughter filled the room, chasing away any shadow.

“Beloved queen of mine,” Thranduil sauntered in, his footsteps barely a whisper on the polished floor. The scent of pine needles and leather, a familiar trail, announced his presence even before he entered. “The cellar unfortunately cannot be moved.” Thranduil is already in the process of taking off his heavy robes while detangling his hair from the crown's tiny branches.

Legolas watched with a flicker of worry as your eyes narrowed in annoyance before you gave up to help his ada. "He went in there today," your gaze felt heavy on him even as you busied yourself helping Thranduil detangle the crown. "What if he drank your wine? That thing is disgusting and Legolas is too young. You must move the wine somewhere else." You placed the crown on the table.

Thranduil threw him an amused grin as your back remained turned to them as you instructed the staff to bring fresh snacks and tea. "What if I didn't get there in time…good thing Feren was kind enough to inform me."

"I am disappointed Legolas," Thranduil looked at him without an ounce of anger, and your glare at the king of Greenwood told him that this did not go unnoticed by you. "But I am sorry, my love," He looked up at you with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, "The cellars must remain untouched. I would never in a million ages, change the place of our first meeting."

Legolas' breath hitched in his throat. You frowned. And Thranduil snickered in delight.

"You cannot be serious!" You replied indignantly.

"You met in the wine cellars?!" Legolas asked at the same time.

"We did, ion," Thranduil adds before you can cover his lips with your palm. Thranduil throws his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the room. A weird sight to see you this flustered, this agitated.

"We did not!"

"We absolutely did!"

"Well, I was 120," you say, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "You were not  princeling."

The servants gawk at the term of endearment that slips past your lips. Some almost drop the trays of food as they put them in front of you. But both you and Thranduil are too taken by the task of bickering like decade-old elflings. "Oh yeah, I too was of age," Thranduil counters with a twinkle in his eye. "Almost of age. Only 4 years shy of it."

Thranduil straightens up, taking a playful bite into a fruit cake. "Four years too young, my love," you smirk, the topic of Legolas' transgression long forgotten. The steel of your rage softened into its original inky warmth.

"I acquiesce, my respected elder," Thranduil bows dramatically, sending another wave of laughter through the room. Legolas watched in amusement, a flicker of relief washing over him as the conversation shifted. Your voices rose in a playful argument.

Legolas, eyeing the untouched cakes, finally understood. Your gentle nature thrived beside his father, much like the sweetness of a cake is best appreciated with a pinch of salt.

[nxathyx]

Atsushi can smell how aroused you are but both of you don't get of work for another 2 hours so he has to try (and fail ) to act like he does not notice. Then he pounces on you the second you two are home.

Tw: smut, p in v, atsushi being kind of animalistic, oral (f receiving), creampie, mentions of praise, f!reader

A/n: my first time writing for atsushi i believe

Another rather boring day at the armed detective agency, or so Atsushi thought. The boy was just filling out some paper work, per Dazai's request, Kunikida was scolding the older brunette, causing quite the chaotic atmosphere in the Office, yet a different thing caught Atsushi's attention, a certain scent. A scent he knew, all too well.

His first instinct was to glance over in the direction of his lover, you. All sweet and pretty, just doing your job as you're supposed to, however Atsushi could smell the sweet nectar lurking on your folds. Already imagining your delicate body squirming beneath his, releasing and making a mess of his cock, the mere thought already made him hard,subtly trying to palm himself under the desk, to relieve himself even slightly, but it didnt help, just made his dick twitch in its confines.

Realising, he cant do much while their still at work, he decided to wait, already slightly imaptient at the idea of going back home and stuffing your cunt silly. Atsushi glanced over at the click. 2 hours. 2 more cruel hours of having to sit at his desk rock hard.

Honestly at that point he was tempted to just take you on the Office deck, but there were far too many people around.

Finally, the day at work was coming to an end, and before either of you knew it, you were back home.

Usually, Atsushi was a gentle lover, taking his time in complimenting and appreciating everything about you, however this time, the first thing he did was lock the door shut, before dropping to his knees.

"please y/n.. Let me eat you out.. Please, im begging.. You smelled so good all Day.. Let me have a taste" - the man infront of you pleaded, already grabbing at your bottoms, the sight even shocked you, honestly speaking. But you didnt deny him the pleasure, how could you when he looked so greedy to lick your pussy clean.

Without much waiting, or really anything said, Atsushi had you pinned to the wall, holding you up against it. Your thighs over his shoulders, while he had an iron grip on your ass, licking at your folds like a man starved, groaning and whimpering at your taste alone, before adding two fingers into your dripping hole. Atsushi didnt seem to care much about your juices getting all over his face, as he continued devouring you.

He took one hand off your ass, to finally unzip his fly, taking his trousers and boxers off just enough to take his dick out, the tip being flushed in a dark crimson Red as his tip leaked precum down his shaft. Taking a hold of his cock and stroking it.

Honestly, it didnt take much before you two finished, both panting, sweaty and still aroused.

"You're so good.. You taste so good.." Atsushi spoke, as he licked his lips, Dick already rehardening at the sight of you, before picking you up and placing you on the nearest surface he could find, which was a coffee table.

Gently cupping your cheek, and putting a stand of hair behind your ear, before he kissed you, letting his tounge explore every inch of your mouth, as his tip already rubbed at your entrance.

"please baby... Let me fill you up..let me stuff that pretty cunt..."

"mhm.. Go ahead, love.." was all you could reply with before getting penetrated by his member. Your walls fluttering against his length and girth, adjusting to the size.

It didnt seem like Atsushi cared too much about your adjustment, pounding into you like a desperate mad man, taking one of your supple breasts into his mouth as he sucked, while his other hand moved to rub at your clit. And once he was close to the edge he burried his face into your shoulder, placing gentle kisses on your skin and whimpering praise, through whimpers and moans, before completely giving out. Letting his hot seed splurt into your pussy, as he caught his breath and just laid there, against your body. Both of you taking your time to relax and come back down to earth from your orgasms.

[iheartcake123]

☁️stay- seo moon-jo☁️

a/n: hello!! i know it’s been a while but im updated this fic finally hehe :) there is STILL one more part to kind of wrap things up so once ive edited it, i will post it !! anyways i hope you enjoy!!

warnings: blood, kidnapping, manipulation - it’s a strangers from hell fic so you probably know what to expect lol

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parts 1-6 can be found here

Part 7

-3rd person p.o.v-

y/n didn’t know how long it had been. it was at least a couple of hours, the food miss eom had given her earlier was still on the floor- untouched.

y/n sat there, her back pressed against the cold, damp wall, the faint sound of her heartbeat thudding in her ears. her fingers trembled as they grazed over seok-yin’s bloodstained face, the sharp metallic scent of his wounds overwhelming. the dim light in the room flickered erratically, casting long, eerie shadows on the walls that seemed to shift and whisper.

her mind raced—how had it come to this?

her eyes scanned the space, searching for any possible escape. the room was bare except for seok-yun, the chair he was tied to, and the door. the walls were scuffed and cracked, and the window was too high up, impossible to reach.

her thoughts began to cloud with panic, but she shoved it down. focus. think.

the door, though locked, had a small window in the top corner. if she could just get to it, maybe she could—

her thoughts were interrupted by a soft noise from seok-yun. a low groan.

"seok-yun?" y/n whispered, her voice barely audible.

his eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened. his face contorted in pain as he took in his surroundings. his eyes found y/n’s, but they were distant, unfocused.

"y/n…”he rasped, his voice hoarse and broken. "you need to get out of here."

"i’m not leaving you," she replied firmly, though her voice cracked slightly. she couldn't leave him here—she couldn’t.

she leaned forward and tried to untie his hands, but the ropes were tight, and her fingers were unsteady. she was unsuccessful just as she was when she had tried earlier. she still continued to try though and as she worked, she could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate.

there was no time.

her heart raced again.

the door handle turned, and y/n froze. deciding to just sit in the floor next to seok-yun just as she was earlier. the door creaked open just a fraction, and miss eom’s cold, calculating face appeared in the gap. "i see you're both awake," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

y/n or seok-yun didn’t answer. y/n’s eyes locked onto miss eom’s , a fire igniting in her chest. she wasn't going to let them break her.

not like this.

"i won’t let you do this," y/n spat, struggling to keep her voice steady, though the fear still lurked beneath the surface.

miss eom chuckled softly, stepping into the room with another tray of food, or what passed for it. "you think you have a choice?" she asked, tilting her head. "you think anyone's going to find you? you’re already forgotten. no one is coming for you"

miss eom then dropped the tray on the floor beside y/n causing the the plate to rattle loudly.

“feed your friend and eat" she commanded, her voice dripping with venom.

y/n glared at her, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing her broken.

she turned her attention back to seok-yun, the only person who still mattered to her in this twisted nightmare.

but before she could speak, the door slammed open wider, and a shadow filled the doorway. y/n’ breath hitched as she recognized him instantly.

moon-jo.

he stood there, his expression unreadable, eyes flickering between her and seok-yun. his usual silent, brooding presence was magnified in the dim room, and for a moment, y/n could have sworn she saw a flicker of something—guilt? regret?—cross his face.

“why are you doing this?" y/n demanded, her voice shaking despite herself “why are you letting them do this?"

moon-jo’s gaze didn’t waver. he didn’t answer at first, his eyes lingering on her, then moving to seok-yun. he took a step closer, and y/n instinctively scooted back, fear creeping up her spine.

"don't..."she was barely able to choke out the words.

but then, unexpectedly, he spoke, his voice low “you don’t understand."

before y/n could respond, miss eom stepped in between them, her voice harsh and sharp “enough! we don't have time for this."

y/n’s eyes flicked between moon-jo and miss eom, trying to piece together what was happening.

"i don't care anymore” y/n muttered, a bitter edge to her tone.

miss eom leaned down, her lips curling into a grin. "you will. soon enough”

with that, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room, her laughter echoing down the hallway. the door clicked shut behind her, leaving y/n and moon-jo alone in the dim light.

y/n felt a knot tighten in her stomach.

she couldn’t tear her eyes away from moon-jo as he stood there, like a shadow cast in the dim light, offering nothing but silence. his presence filled the room with a suffocating weight, and she felt herself losing the will to keep fighting.

y/n decided to try and release seok-yun once more. he had passed out again and y/n’s hands fumbled with the ropes, but they were still too tight, too secure. she felt as though she had no strength left to pull them free.

“i’m going to get us out of here” y/n whispered still trying her best.

moon-jo didn’t move a muscle. he stood there, watching her, his eyes locked on hers with a coldness that sent a chill running through her bones. was he really this detached? did he see her as just another pawn in whatever sick game they were playing?

why don’t you speak?

her thoughts screamed at him, but the words stayed trapped in her throat. she didn’t trust him enough to say anything, not after everything she’d seen. But the longer she stared at him, the more she felt the weight of his silence pressing down on her.

after a few more attempt of trying to loosen the rope with moon-jo’ strong gaze burning into her she paused. she felt tears well in her eyes.

"are you going to just stand there?" her voice cracked as the frustration bubbled up inside her “ is this what you want? to see me break?"

he didn’t answer right away.

moon-jo took a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly, but his movements were slow, deliberate, as if he was trying to gauge her reaction. the tension in the room grew thick.

“im getting out of here and you’ll regret all of this” y/n tried to sound brave.

moon-jo then squat down in front of her.

"you’re not going anywhere," he finally said, the finality in his words hanging in the air “not yet.”

y/n’ chest tightened. she wanted to scream at him, to demand answers, to force him to say something that would make sense of the nightmare she was trapped in. but as she looked into his eyes, she felt saw something she hadn’t noticed before—something soft, something buried deep beneath the walls he’d built around himself.

she shook her head, disoriented. why was she even thinking this?

just then, the door to the room swung open again, and y/n jerked back, startled. miss eom appeared, flanked by a few of the other residents—nam-bok, ji-hoon. all of them wore smug, unsettling expressions.

moon-jo now stood up and he looked towards the other residents before turning back to y/n. suddenly, y/n was pulled to her feet. moon-jo held a firm grip on her arm and began to drag her out the room.

“no! let me go! seok-yun!” she yelled desperately trying to get out of his grip. her head kept looking at seok-yun he was still in his chair. his head slummed over still unconscious as the other residents surrounded him.

screams escaped y/n as moon-jo pulled her someplace else. another empty room.

the air in the room felt suffocating, thick with the tension that hummed between them. y/n’ body trembled, exhaustion seeping deep into her bones as her mind raced. moon-jo stood before her, his expression unreadable, eyes cold and sharp like a blade. Every part of her screamed to break free from this twisted nightmare, to fight for seok-yun, to run.

but she couldn’t move.

not anymore.

she stared into his eyes, looking for the guy she at some point started to trust but all she found was the darkness, the part of him that she could never escape.

the same darkness that had consumed him—and now, it was consuming her too.

"why are you doing this to me?" y/n whispered, her voice barely audible, her chest tight with the weight of it all “why don’t you just help us? help me?”

moon-jo’ lips twisted into his usual dark smile, but there was no kindness behind it. only cold, calculated amusement.

“help you?” he repeated, his tone almost mockingly sweet. “you still think i’m here to help you? everything changed when you walked into my room and found the picture. there’s no turning back”

her heart stuttered in her chest, her breaths shallow, as she tried to process his words. “what are you talking about?” she spat, the frustration boiling inside her, the helplessness choking her. “you can stop this! you can end this! i’ll pretend nothing ever happened and leave seoul forever just please let me and seok-yun go”

moon-jo’ gaze softened just the tiniest bit, but it wasn’t sympathy. It was something else—something dangerous. he took a step closer, his presence looming over her, his shadow swallowing her whole. "i never wanted to make things stop, and i don’t want you to leave” he murmured softly, his voice low and smooth”i want you to understand. you don't get to walk away from this. no one does."

y/n’ chest tightened. she took a half-step back, desperate to find a sliver of air, to regain some sense of control. she wasn’t sure if she was speaking to him or to herself anymore. “you’re sick and twisted you know that?”she hissed, the words harsh and bitter. “I won’t let you do this to me or seok-yun. we’re people. you’re not just playing a game anymore.”

moon-jo’ expression darkened even further and he stepped forward again, his movements so slow and deliberate it made her heart race. “i’m not playing a game, y/n- not anymore” he said softly, his voice taking on that familiar dark, hypnotic edge. “this is real life. you don’t get to choose your fate. not here. not anymore.”

his hand reached up to cup her face and y/n flinched. her mouth opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. her throat felt dry, tight. she wanted to scream at him, to tear him apart with her words, to make him see how wrong everything had become. but it was as though he had already claimed her.

“you still think you can fight this?” moon-jo’ voice was a low whisper now, just a breath against her skin. “you think you can walk away from me, from this? you think there’s any way out of this place?”

she wanted to break free. but moon-jo’ presence was like a force of nature, impossible to escape. his words wrapped around her like chains, tightening with each passing second.

“no one is going to come for you,” he continued, his voice dark, yet seductive. “no one but me. I’m your only way out, y/n. the only way you can survive this.”

he leaned into her ear before pressing his lips to her neck and her breath hitched in her chest. he then pulled away and waited for her to respond. she wanted to resist, to fight, but there was a part of her that understood the truth in his words. he wasn’t lying. he was the only way out. and maybe, just maybe, she was already too far gone to escape it.

seok-yun was still in the back of her mind. was he even still alive? she was torn. a part of her wanted to fight back but the other part had already accepted the fate that there was no escape.

her knees weakened and and she slowly sank onto the ground. she didn’t know what she was doing, or why. she just felt… lost. trapped.

moon- jo then knelt down in front of her, his dark eyes never leaving hers. his hand then reached out, gentle yet commanding, and he cupped her chin with just enough pressure to make her look at him.

“you don’t get to leave” he whispered. “not now. you have to stay”

y/n’s eyes watered, the tears stinging as they threatened to spill.

“you’re going to break me” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “you’re going to break me and leave me nothing”

moon-jo’ gaze softened, just for a moment, as though he understood her pain—but it wasn’t pity. it was ownership. he leaned in, his lips brushing the side of her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

“i’m not going to break you, y/n” he murmured. “i’m going to make you. make you into something new. with me”

her heart cracked as she whispered the only words she could say, her voice trembling with the weight of her decision “i’ll stay”

moon-jo’ lips curled into a satisfied smile, like a predator who had finally cornered its prey. he leaned in closer, his hand gently wiping the tears from her cheek, and for a moment, his touch felt like poison—like something both comforting and lethal all at once.

“good” he whispered. “you’ll learn. you’ll understand why you needed to stay.”

he then stood up and extended his hand, not as an offer of kindness, but as a command. y/n didn’t have the strength to refuse. slowly, she reached up and placed her hand in his. the moment her fingers touched his, she felt a chill, like the last shred of warmth leaving her body.

as moon-jo pulled her to her feet, his grip tightening around her hand, she realised—she had made her choice. there was no going back now.

[polakina]

how they respond to suggestive texts

call of duty headcanons #6

hc masterlist // masterlist

on an absolute mission to get so much content out rn, my two days off have proved efficient ahaha

rating: explicit

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baffled. was not expecting it at all

he thought he'd have an easy night in doing paperwork in his office until his phone pinged

half expected it to be laswell

damn near dropped his phone when he read the message from you

"i need you, john."

he wasn't used to this sort of advance

he was old school, preferred this sort of thing face to face, but didn't mind straying from his ways of normality

"you need me? well how could i say no to you?"

that was all it ever took, really

he'd always come find you, seeking out what you wanted from him

but it always ended the same way

he'd find you in his bedroom, rolled on your stomach facing the door, waiting for him to enter through it

"need something from me, love? you could have asked."

he could never gauge your texts, what emotion or tone was lurking behind your words

but that's what you liked most about it. the fact he always had to come and find out what you wanted

it could be a favour, it could be a simple question, or it could be this

he saw it in your eyes

"i did ask."

"not really though, hmm?"

he never felt the control of the situation he was used to feeling. not when you had him crawling to your room

"got you here though, didn't i?"

you always had the same smirk on your face when he came striding over to you by the side of the bed, meeting your lips in a kiss as he rolled you over, crawling on top of you

he liked receiving those messages after that

couldn't respond immediately

had no idea what to say back to you

he just stared at him phone for a few moments

"what are you doing right now? i can't sleep"

he never really responded to these sorts of messages, instead he took the physical action of just coming to you

you classed whatever was happening between you as a sort of casual convenience

a simple text had him coming to knock at your door within minutes

and after that, you went about your day until inevitably sending or receiving a similar message a few nights later

"can't sleep, hmm?" he'd ask, leaning against the door frame of your room on base. a smirk always painted his face, expecting the message at some point in the night. "perhaps i can keep you company."

he knew exactly what you needed

fucking you raw until you couldn't feel your legs anymore

your ass in the air, face pressed against the pillows, hands behind your back and held there with his own wrapped around your wrist

he pounded into you until your voice grew hoarse and your body gave out from under you

the sheets were soaked with your juices, your hair strewn over your face from his unrelenting thrusts, sweat slicking your skin

he didn't stop. not until you were limp under his touch

his free hand held your hip, steadying your body as his hips connected with your ass, slapping roughly against your skin and pulling obscene noises from his throat

"fucking hell, love. i should have come here sooner. would have had more time with you."

wouldn't admit it, but loved it when you messaged for him to come to you

was usually waiting at his phone for it to ping with your name popping up on the screen

his heart gets all fluttery at stuff like this, not that he would admit it

a big grin on his face that he can't conceal

"come to bed, johnny."

you called him johnny when you missed him. when you needed him

he often worked late in the office, losing track of time

seeing those messages, it brought a soft smile to his face

"im busy, lass. i'll be a while. go to sleep without me."

he never really caught on the first time

nor did he ever really register the meaning behind any of your messages

"i'm not tired."

"then why do you want me to come to bed?"

he could be so fucking thick sometimes

it finally clicked in his head the second he pressed send

"one second, lass." was all you received as a hasty reply before footsteps came running up the stairs

he practically dove on you the second he came into the room

"here now"

you laughed as he kissed your face and neck

"too late now. you missed your chance," you always joked

he was always late to figure it out. and you always said he'd missed his chance

"hmm...well, sweetheart, we'll see if that answer changes when your clothes are on the floor, shall we?"

liked to make a game of it

your text had him wanting to lock himself in your bedroom and have his way with you, but he restrained himself for a short while first, having fun with it

he played along, wanting to pull a plead out of you before he even thought about coming to satisfy your needs

"i miss you. how long are you going to take?"

he usually stayed late, researching, or sometimes in the armoury detailing his weapons

more often than not, he lost track of time and by the time he was ready to go to bed, it was well past midnight

so your texts usually pulled him out of focus and back to reality

"an hour or so. why, what's up?"

he didn't need to ask. he knew what was up. he always did

"come on, gaz. don't make me say it."

"say it, love."

you hated when he dragged it out. but you loved it at the same time

"i need you."

he always smirked when you finally admitted you needed him. but he liked to play it out even longer, occasionally

he read the message but never replied

it frustrated you, but you carried on

"please, gaz."

that was all he waited for

in the short time it took for him to reach your bunk, you'd have thought he'd ran across the compound

you always found that he was just as needy as you. but he had more patience

his lips were on yours before you'd even managed to close the door behind him

his hands roaming your body, pushing you against the door, hiking you up into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist

he took you right there and then, pushing your shorts aside, not even bothering to undress you before pushing himself inside you slowly while you adjusted

"you weren't kidding when you said you needed me," he smiled, feeling how easy it was to slip into your wet cunt

he lost all patience for waiting once fully inside you, thrusting his hips against you, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made your thighs tighten around him, locking him in against your body until you both reached your high

"well next time," you smiled, "don't make me wait so long."

[ohbabydollie]

Mob boss/infamous criminal Ted and the baker reader that he’s grown really fond of. Reader doesn’t know Ted for his crimes but as the sweetheart that swings by right before closing and walks them to their car because “who knows who’s lurking out so late..” Reader always keeps a concha warm for him as a thank you and has him taste test whatever new recipe they try out.

-💥 (worms are gnawing my brain)

soon after your father died, you had taken over his bakery. you had worked there prior to his death and knew every recipe by heart, you never really tried to experiment with the baking since most regulars had their orders.

so you kept the tradition alive in that sense, everything was as your dad had always had it. nothing changed expect adding in the seasonal sweets.

everything was as he liked it, until one day, someone who you had never seen asked for something new. they had called the menu boring and so you decided to stay late and start experimenting with flavors, recipes, anything and everything you could.

you had your friends to taste and they had told you to put it on the menu, so you did and business had been better than ever.

that was the first change

the second came about a month later on a rainy night.

you were up experimenting in the kitchen when you heard a knock on the door, you looked up to see a man drenched in rain. the bakery was closed but you couldn’t refuse someone who was standing in the cold rain.

you quickly rushed him in, getting a clean towel from the back to help him dry off, offering him a concha and some coffee.

he happily accepted the food, thanking you and going to pay before you stopped him. you insisted he didn’t pay at all, so he had quickly left it in the tip jar. you laughed at how ridiculous it was, how he insisted for you to keep the money and then walked back out into the rain.

somehow that night started to become a bit of a tradition.

every night, like clockwork, he would come in clearly exhausted, you’d offer him a sweet and drink and he’d happily accept it, leaving money in the tip jar before disappearing off into the night.

slowly you had become closer with the man, learning his name, Ted Nivison, a real gentleman.

you would save a treat for him or make a new batch of experimental treats for him to try along side a cup of coffee.

and somehow you both had fallen for each other.

“so what do you do for work?” you asked him.

“oh, it’s complicated to explain but, um, i own multiple little shops i guess” he said softly, taking a sip of his coffee

you nodded before he asked, “so what do you do?”

you burst out laughing, “well your kinda standing in it”

ted turns red, “right” he mutters, clearly embarrassed

“speaking of work, i should probably close for the night” you say standing up going to lock the doors, double checking everything.

you put up your apron and walk back to him, “you can go now” you say softly, “no need to take up anymore of your precious business time” you joke

ted laughs, “why don’t i walk you back to your car” he says softly

“oh no, it’s not too far from here” you replied

“oh it’s no problem at all”

you smile at his words, turning off the lights, “alright, im ready” you say with a smile as he holds the door open for you, sticking out his arm for you to hold.

“shall we” he says with a smile, you giggle, holding onto his arm.

“you know you don’t have to walk me to my car” you say smiling, “it’s not like the mafia is out to get me or anything” you joke

ted laughs nervously, “yeah, but you never know who’s out here lurking”

[notiddygothgf]

PROLOGUE

★ pairings: nanami kento x f! reader

★ synopsis: In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more. (or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)

★ c.w.: drinking (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: OMG! im so excited to finally start publishing this fanfic. ive been sitting on it for a minute. DISCLAIMER LOL I dont condone the behavior observed in this story (even if I myself would have done it in a heartbeat) anything for papa nanami. im so normal about him (I have daddy issues). if ur new around here, say hi! if you've read my other ffs then welcome back teehee. chapter is not beta'd. we die like men. (I would recommend listening to the song while u read)

★ w.c.; 3k

my kinda love; chapter index

THE HORRORS. He dreamt about them often. Most of his dreams were of a similar nature; long, detailed, brutal. Bloody, at times. When he wasn’t kept up by the memories, he was dreaming about them – as if they had followed him into his slumber. When he woke up, his burdens were heavy on his shoulders. He would repeat this cycle every day.

He was compensated rather well for his traumas. Well was an understatement. Maybe it wasn’t… after all, no amount of money could ever possibly make up for the things he had seen.

He repeated the same cycle every single day.

“Nanami?” A soft voice shook him out of his reverie. It was his therapist – a woman of short stature with long, brown hair and a business-casual outfit on. 

He raised his brows, doing his best to appear as if he had been listening the entire time. “Yes?”

“I asked you if you’ve had any romantic pursuits recently,” She answered. Her smile was warm, patient, but the clipboard in her lap said otherwise. He was paying for her time. “Any efforts to let new people into your life…?”

Nanami’s face wore a blank expression. He fiddled with the hands folded neatly in his lap. “As in… dating?”

“Dating counts, yeah,” She nodded. She tapped the edge of her purple pen against the page rhythmically while she awaited his reply. 

He thought of the innumerable faceless women he had spent the evening with. He thought of warm mouths, soft lips, and supple bodies; Countless beautiful women he had tricked into thinking they had a chance at something more than a one night stand. Every time a potential suitor came along, he found himself being scared away by intimacy.

Not sex. He was no stranger to that, nor to its remarkable ability to take his mind off of the stress. It was what lurked in the shadows that daunted him – the lingering touches, the good morning messages, the heartfelt gestures. He could handle it when he was the one dishing it out, but the moment the energy was returned, every single time, he would find himself running away.

It was a dangerous game. He knew he was an evil, cold-hearted, bad man. A part of him wished he could have done right by those select women he had courted (for rather brief periods of time). The more sensible part of him knew he simply didn’t have the time nor the energy to confront his issues and commit to a single woman. 

So he continued to ignore his problems – finding comfort in a warm bed and a warm body whenever he could. Sex made for one hell of an emotional crutch when it was the only thing that seemed to make you feel anything other than indifference.

Indifference. That was the only thing he felt these days. That, and the rush – the pursuit of animalistic passion in favor of neglecting his personal qualms. The temporary escape from his permanent issues.

“I’ve had quite a few,” He answered after a pause that seemed to stretch on for a moment too long. “Commitment is a bit of an issue for me, still, but I’m making an effort to work on it.”

Only partially a lie.

“That’s great, Nanami!” She smiled. She clicked her pen against the page, scribbling something down before she turned her attention back to him. “Tell me more about that effort. Have you been letting those emotional walls down?”

He fought the urge to grit his teeth together at her inquiry. If you can call ghosting three women in the last month and a half letting walls down.

“I’ll be honest,” He sighed. Sitting back in his leather loveseat, he crossed one leg over the other. “I’m starting to believe I’m unable to open up to another person on that level.”

“Don’t say that, Nanami,” She scribbled something down. Her eyes weren’t even on him when she uttered this. “I think you just need to put yourself out there a little more. Ease yourself into that intimacy you typically shy away from.”

Put myself out there.

He thought again of the countless women he had been with.

“Forgive me for being vulgar,” He admitted. “But I think I have enough sex.”

“Not that,” She laughed quietly, shaking her head. “Intimacy and sex are two completely different things, Nanami – though they often intersect. You should try exploring non-sexual intimacy with a partner.”

“Non-sexual intimacy…” He reiterated. The term felt foreign as it rolled off of his tongue. “What do you mean by that?”

Was that what he had been missing? Non-sexual intimacy?

“Letting someone be vulnerable with you – being vulnerable with someone. The softness, that stuff that makes a relationship more than just physical. Other than love, that is,” She answered. Her manicured fingers smoothed over the page before flipping it. She was like clockwork. “There’s something healing about having a soft and, in your case, feminine presence in your life that you can be vulnerable with.”

“I’ve thought about it, but I’ve never acted,” He said. Casting a sideways glance at the analog clock on her desk, he asked, “Does that make me selfish? Shying away from non-sexual intimacy because I don’t understand it – even though I allow myself to indulge in sexual intimacy?”

“It makes you human, I think,” She smiled softly, writing something else down. Her brown eyes flitted up to meet him with unfounded warmth. “You should try letting someone in, Nanami. Might be worth a shot. What do you have to lose?”

Everything, was his first thought.

“I suppose you’re right,” He sighed anyway. 

The faint buzz of the neon sign before him grew louder as he approached it. It was hardly audible over the deep buzz of the bass coming from the other side of the door. The words “Cat House” blinked periodically, illuminating his tired face in its glow each time.

“You’re taking him to a strip club?” Nanami grumbled. Still, shutting the door of the sleek black vehicle behind him, he glanced at the glowing pink sign. “The kid is turning 21.”

After his white-haired-blue-eyed long-term-acquaintance stepped out from the other side of the SUV, the driver pulled off. Gojo wiped his hands off on the fabric of his suit. “Not just any strip club! My favorite strip club!”

“You’re a regular,” He sighed, shaking his head. “Of course you are.”

“You, my friend, need to learn how to have some fun,” Gojo hummed. He brushed past Nanami, making his way to the stairway that undoubtedly descended to the entrance. “Yuuji’s gonna love it!”

Nanami followed after Gojo, flicking his cigarette onto the ground below his feet. His footsteps crunched against the gravel pathway. “If this is what your definition of fun is, I don’t think you should have been the one planning out his birthday.”

“What would you have done? Take him to an arcade?” Gojo waved him off. He nodded towards the door the two men now stood in front of. “Kid’s 21, not 12. Let’s go inside.”

"Hard pass," Nanami answered calmly. He straightened his tie out, suddenly feeling rather overdressed for the occasion – especially considering the kind of establishment this was .

"Yes we are."

"I have better things to do."

"Like what? Moping and pouting at home?" Gojo interjected, reaching for his  arm – which Nanami quickly pulled out of his grasp. “It’s Yuuji’s birthday. Go celebrate with a lapdance, or something.

Gojo grabbed his arm again. Getting the strong feeling that he would simply try again if he pulled his arm away, Nanami let him.

“I will be doing nothing of the sort,” He grumbled. Still, he allowed Gojo to pull him into the entryway.

A low and seductive saxophone medley poured out from the speakers, and Nanami nearly considered turning back there and then. Gojo – with Nanami in tow – approached a rather scantily clad woman near the door. 

“Hi, doll. Party for Itadori?” He asked.

The hostess nodded. Gathering a few menus, she stepped out from behind the counter – wearing nothing more than a micro skirt and a bikini top. “Right this way,” she said.

The two men followed her into the club. Everything – everything – was pink. As pink as Yuuji’s hair, with red chairs and booths scattered throughout. It looked like the place had been designed by fucking Cupid himself. There were dozens of dancers strutting around the place – all of which wore tiny skirts and tight tops. 

Nanami didn’t miss the way Gojo’s eye’s trailed over the hostess’s ass while she led them over to their booth.

“The dancers here are phenomenal," Gojo said to him, raising his voice so that he was louder than the music. The stage was surrounded by at least 15 tables, all of which were packed with very excited-looking men. Conveniently enough, their table sat front-and-center to the stage. 

"Can I get you started with something to drink?”  The woman said, gesturing to the booth. “Or would you like to wait for the rest of your party?”

Gojo sank into one of the cushiony chairs at the table, and Nanami did the same. The cushion was a bright red velour. It was soft – he really didn’t wanna think about what sort of stories the chair could tell. 

“A strawberry margarita for me, please– extra dirty,” Gojo answered. He didn’t even have to look at the menu. Fuckin’ party animal.

The lady nodded, then turned her gaze to Nanami.

He had to think for a moment before he asked. “Do you have wine?”

“Yeah,” She hummed. “What kind?”

“Merlot, please,” He answered. “Bring the whole bottle.”

The lady nodded, and again, he caught the way Gojo shamelessly stared at the woman's ass as she walked away. Once he was certain they were alone, he asked his eccentric friend, "The drinks any good here?"

"You ask that after you order a whole bottle of it?" The man chuckled, crossing one leg over the other and rather conspicuously nudging Nanami’s leg with his foot. "They’re alright. The key is to get wasted enough that they taste better.”

That’s terrible advice. Nanami knew better than to try to argue with Gojo. He had long since learned his lesson. Instead, he tried to see the bright side of the whole situation. Perhaps this night out would help him take his mind off of everything

Yuuji and his friends had arrived only thirty minutes earlier, and they were already drunk. They were cackling loudly – so loudly that they were beginning to draw attention. Gojo, wiping away tears from laughing so hard, was clapping his hands together in amusement.

There was a brief moment of silence, during which Gojo went for the tequila bottle and poured everyone another round of shots. The clear liquid seemed to catch the light just slightly, just enough that it glistened as he raised his glass.

“Lovely students, gather ‘round!” He slurred, a drunken sparkle in his eyes. He tapped the side of his glass with a metal fork – the resulting clink cut right through the laughter.

The group hushed as all eyes focused on him. “I want to make a toast!” He announced after a dramatic pause. He glanced at poor Yuuji, with his “birthday girl” sash and matching tiara, and proclaimed, “I wanna thank all of you for gathering here to celebrate our beloved birthday girl’s special night!”

All eyes turned to Yuuji, who wore a dopey, beaming grin.

Gojo stood up from his chair, bringing the glass of tequila with him. Nanami watched with moderate intrigue – only because there was a 50% chance that his alcoholic beverage could wind up all over his shirt. 

“To Yuuji!” he declared, raising his glass high.

The group raised their glasses together. For a moment, Nanami felt a warmth in his chest – a rare moment of contentment amidst all of the chaos. Everyone was okay. They were here . Happy.

“To Yuuji!” They echoed.

He raised my own glass a moment too late, then threw it down the hatch. The bitter taste of the liquor as it flowed down Nanami’s throat and warmed his chest was not unwelcome. 

 Yuuji, however, nearly gagged on his, swallowing slowly before erupting into a fit of coughs.

Laughter erupted once again, and Nobara affectionately patted Yuuji on the back. As the group continued to revel in the celebration, the lights dimmed.

"Oh shit, I think the show is starting," Yuuji exclaimed.

"Quiet down, everyone! Gojo chimed in, his usual exuberance heightened by the alcohol.

As the lights dimmed even more, the atmosphere shifted. The group settled into their seats, anticipation filling the air. Yuuji, still wearing his birthday girl sash, looked around with wide eyes, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

The curtains gracefully rolled open just a moment later, ushering in a pulsating beat as a shadow emerged from the stage's depths. Gojo couldn't help but nearly roll his eyes at the sheer absurdity of it all. Gliding effortlessly to the stage's forefront was the dancer, adorned in a fetching ensemble—a pretty pink G-string paired with a matching corset adorned with little embroidered hearts. Her hair was styled into two low pigtails, and from where Nanami stood, he couldn't deny she was, well, kind of pretty.

The rhythmic beat filled the restaurant as the dancer began to sway her hips, accompanied by the provocative lyrics.

‘Tell nobody I control you

I broke you just to hold you,’

She placed a hand on her shoulder, trailing it around her neck before seductively sliding it down her glimmering, scantily-clad chest. The spotlight painted her feminine silhouette with hues of pink and red, and Nanami couldn't resist letting his gaze drift a little lower.

‘They can’t tell, but I love you,’

Grasping the pole behind her, the dancer executed snakelike hip movements. Her hands remained wrapped around the pole as she pressed her back against it, biting her bottom lip in a tantalizing squat. Legs opened, hips gyrating, she beckoned the audience forward. Nanami's eyes dropped below the belt once more as her body rippled enticingly to the beat.

‘Cause you’re loyal, baby,

I love when you’re submissive,’

She was undeniably gorgeous. Her attire accentuated her curves, and her movements exuded confidence and sensuality.

‘Love it when I break skin,’

Gojo, in his usual flamboyant manner, clapped his hands and whistled at the dancer. Nanami turned to him, eyebrows raised in surprise, as if silently conveying, "She's hot." Gojo simply smiled in return.

‘You feel pain without flinchin’...

So say it…’

She stepped around the pole, so that her long, athletic legs were spread in front of it, her back was straight, and her hands were clasped around the pole above her head. She demanded attention – something reflected by the hoots and whistles resonating throughout the room.

‘Give me tough love,’

Slowly, she slid into a squat.

‘Leave me with nothing when I come down,

My kinda love,’

From there, she crawled onto her hands and knees, arching her back, rolling her hips against the floor in a way that had Nanami’s eyes blinking rapidly. She grinded and crawled, eventually transitioning onto her back, where she backbended and then cartwheeled onto her feet again.

‘Push me and choke me ‘til I pass out.’

His jaw would have been on the floor if he didn’t have an image to uphold.

Returning to her confident strides around the pole, she stopped to roll her body against it, smoothing her hands over her smooth bottom, eyes scanning the audience. Sliding her hands up her inner thighs, she flipped her hair up and then rolled back up slowly. She dropped down into another squat, then – spinning on the balls of her feet – she rolled over the floor, kicking her legs up into a split, hands on the ground, back arched.

‘ We don’t gotta be in love, no,

I don’t gotta be the one, no’

She’s amazing, he found himself thinking.

She rolled onto her stomach, pushed herself back onto her knees, and arched her back – all while running her hands over her torso, her waist. Her hips rolled forward, making a little riding motion that made Nanami reconsider his harsh words towards his comrade earlier in the evening.

‘I just wanna be one of your girls tonight’.

Spinning around to face the crowd on her knees, she crawled onto her hands and knees. She arched her back slowly, sensually – in an almost feline fashion – with her ass and heels pointed up.

She pushed herself onto her feet, hands holding her heels, rolling up slowly again – this time dagging her hand up the length of her smooth, long legs. She reached for the pole, rolling her body against it.

‘Push me down, hold me down,

Spit in my mouth while you turn me out,’

Is she even going to use the pole? Nanami wondered. He wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t. It looked difficult – something he could never imagine himself being able to do. And, shit, for what it was worth, she was putting on one hell of a show without it.

‘I wanna take your light inside,

Dim me down, snuff me out,

Hands on my neck while you push it out,

And I’m screamin’ out’

She hooked her leg around the pole – as if she had heard Nanami’s internal inquiry, and flipped up onto it. In one smooth motion, she seemed to defy gravity. Her legs were pointed up, straight towards the ceiling as the pole rotated slowly. Then, before Nanami could catch his breath, her legs split open.

‘Give me tough love,

Leave me with nothin’ when I come down.’

She looked so fucking… perfect, so remarkable. He found himself entirely hypnotized by her. Her back was arched, pressed up against the pole – hell, her whole body was bent backward. He had never seen someone do an upside down split in mid air with only their hands as support, let alone do it so effortlessly.

‘My kinda love,

Force me and choke me ‘til I pass out.’

Her eyes scanned the shouting crowd with a seductive expression. She wrapped her legs around the back of the pole. Then, still upside down, she relaxed her grip on the base of the pole, sliding down until her hands met the ground. 

He was surprised her breasts hadn’t spilled out of their containers by now.

‘We don’t gotta be in love, no

I don’t gotta be the one, no,

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight.’

In one fluid motion, she opened her legs and cartwheeled away from the pole. She sauntered up to the front of the stage again, sliding her hands up her hips, her stomach, her chest, her neck. Nanami’s eyes followed her hands hungrily on their journey up, and then again on their way down, down, down. With her hands on her knees, she sunk into a squatting position. 

‘We don’t gotta be in love, no

I don’t gotta be the one, no’

Nanami gaped at the stage. She was absolutely stunning. Her body moved with grace, and her long legs worked those heels in a way that left his head spinning. The way her hands gripped the pole ignited a desire in Nanami's fingers to reach out and touch her.

‘I just wanna be one of your girls tonight, oh.’

Strutting to the stage's front, she sank back down to her knees, this time facing away from the audience. Slowly, she bent over backward, bridging off the stage into the audience. What struck Nanami the hardest wasn't the sparkle of her chest or the way her hair framed her pretty eyes; it was the way she looked right at him.

‘ Lock me up and throw away the key,

He knows how to get the best out of me,

I’m no fool for the world to see, 

Trade my whole life just to be.’

And Nanami, normally a man of composure, felt the blood rush to his face. He felt something stir deep within his chest – a sensation he hadn’t felt in years. Her half-lidded, smokey eyes gazed into his with the intensity of a thousand wildfires—unwavering, unrelenting, glimmering. She was fucking beautiful.

Droplets of sweat slid down her chest, and she smirked before extending her arm towards him. An unfamiliar, small hand gently caressed the side of his face. Nanami's heart raced, the scent of sweat and perfume leaving him reeling for more.

Then, as if nothing had transpired, the dancer pulled herself back onto her knees and continued with her routine.

Nanami's head spun, utterly captivated. He felt Gojo tap him on the shoulder. 

“She’s good, ain’t she?” He shouted over the sultry beat.

As the bills rained down around the captivating dancer, Nanami found himself unable to tear his gaze away. Gojo's words still echoed in his ears, but a stubborn sense of restraint kept him from joining in the display of buffoonery.

Gojo, undeterred by Nanami's refusal, slid him some bills anyway. "Tip her," Gojo insisted. Before Nanami could protest further, Gojo walked away.

Left alone, Nanami hesitated, his gaze alternating between the bills in his hand and the dancer on stage, who continued her mesmerizing routine, seemingly unaffected by the cascade of money around her.

‘We don’t gotta be in love, no

I don’t gotta be the one, no’

He yearned to be closer to her. It was a strange feeling – one that he hadn’t felt before. He yearned to see her, to hold her, to…

The bills felt weighty in his hand, a tangible representation of the internal struggle Nanami was experiencing. After a moment of contemplation, he made a decision. With a determined look, he rolled his thumb over the bills one last time, then threw them up into the air.

Dollar bills danced around the woman as she moved, and she seemed to lock eyes with Nanami, a subtle smile playing on her lips. 

‘I just wanna be one of your girls tonight’.

He wasn’t enamored.

No, he definitely wasn’t enamored with the absurdly pretty exotic dancer on the stage. That’s what he told himself.

And even though he had slandered Gojo for being a frequent patron of the club before that night, he joined the rank of regular himself not very long after.

a/n: hi pookie cookie bookie butts! I didnt like this specific chapter, but I never like my first chaps. thats why I make prologues lol!! the story will get much better I swear. tell me your thoughts, requests, remarks, etc in the comments, as always!! love u all <333 -Leo

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[lovesickvalentines]

adamm!! can i ask to hear abt whatever thoughts u have on ur mind, or to explain any selfship lore i loove learning abt lore. id love to learn abt any ship thats on ur mind, but id particularly love to hear abt ur love with gravekeeper and any insert u have to go along with him 🙇‍♀️

CLARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HELLOOOO

dude the thing thats on my mind is number 1 gravekeeper 2 brahms (thats his old name) 3 my lover (gravekeeper[brahms])

of course created by my goat @graveluvr never forget guys. idk what to say bcs im actually doing a rp with kyle so thats how the ship is really forming, i don't actually have a suuuuper good idea of what the man is like romantical style but lord knows that ain't stopping me.

i do have a good idea of my insert though! both gravekeeper and i are fallen angels, him falling for his interest in violence, death, hate, n so forth. i feel for erm..... being a pervert essentially. not surprising for adam. my wings are damaged in the fall but i hide away and they won't heal themselves so they just have to rot and fall off my back ewwww. i work the night shift at a graveyard and gravekeeper lurks in those at night so awww meet cute. he does follow me around for a while awkward but its literally fine guys i dont mind.

idk what it is about him exactly..... i mean looks wise hes very much my type hes huge like around 7 feet n very hairy so sexay yummy n i looovee his clothes aww. he's sooooo interesting n i love learning about him and getting to fall in love with him. no clue if im allowed to share it but kyle even made a little wiki on google docs so i can reread again n again awwww. tell me an awful mean guy is lonely and im like oooh............ the grown ass man i'm babying aww.......

says idk what to say n then wrties all this. i loooooooooove to blabber trust me. grins at you. heres a picrew where he barely looks like himself #awkward im gonna do more but wanted to reply to this first :-D

[kaisworlds]

SOMETHING with gaz PLEASE!! ANYTHING!! MY BOY IS STARVING!!!!

smirky face emoji

tbh idek what this is its so bad too someone help this fucking wristers block in murdering me and my unborn kids

cw: ooc gaz 😥 kissing👹 jealous kyle🤘

no one would have expected the sergent to be the one getting dicked down by the new recruit but here they are.

its only been a few months since you joined the force, constantly flirting with everyone but of course keeping in professional. not noticing the eyes watching you as you shamelessly flirt with soap listening to the cheesey pick up lines you two use on each other.

however your favourite person to make subtle advances towards is definitely sergent kyle, you could tell he liked it by the way he avoids eye contact as his cheeks deepen in color telling you how unprofessional it is. you dont do it as much anymore actually worrying for the sake of your job with how much he asks threatens to report you even though it was always empty promises.

you notice how he has been picking on you more, making you run errands like a chore boy so you decide to confront him knocking on his office door waiting for the quiet hum before walking in and standing across the desk from him.

he looks up from his paper work raising an eyebrow "yes? do you need anything?" trying to sound somewhat intimidating ignoring the way his heart picks up pace by simply being alone with you.

"no disrespect sir but i feel as though i am being treated unfairly with the distribution of chores around the base and i would like to wonder why" eyes scanning over his face, watching as he goes to rub his stubble, something he does when he is nervous, usually being yelled at by the captain but its just you two why would he be nervous.

confusion dusts your brain until it all clicks

"holy shit youre jealous arent you" kyle's eyes widen as he blinks "excuse me? what are you getting at here" his accent pushing through brutally hoping he doesnt get caught up in his small crush for you or maybe a small (huge.) part of him wants you to like him back. "im saying youre jealous of the other people i've been flirting with...and maybe even angry at me since i stopped messin 'round with you yeah?" leaning forward onto the table, he cant help up stare at how your muscles are bulging out of your shirt sleeves before replying "and what if i am its got nothing to do with how much chores you do im not petty" he keeps his eyes to the pages scattered across his desk as he feels your presence lurking around the desk until he feels a hand coming from behind resting on his shoulder "if you liked me you couldve just told me kyle" your lips are so close to his ear if he turned his head-

he couldnt even finish his thought before he felt a hand on his cheek turning his face as you plant a kiss on his lips a quick one that has him slightly chasing your lips "you know for a sergeant you're pretty desperate...going as far as to put me through manual labor just to get back at me" he shys away guilt slightly taking over him "you're cute though" he huffs before chuckling its been years since anyone called him cute

[maxmoffs]

( hi!! ) if I could voice memo to all of you on the dash rn, you’d hear my squeals, that its something I want to update & back for realsies now haha ( but to pls not be too expectant as im still naturally slow ) sounds sad, but I already know ppl are gonna unfollow me after this post bc it’s yap but that’s okay, my focus is now fully on my writing and mutuals + mains. I’ve cut down and soft blocked so many people the past two days. and I spent the whole day, after coming from work today now that im on back, updating, and full sweep clean of ugly ooc posts on ALL of my blogs dating from from Dec 19. so you’ll notice a lot of deleted posts and my slow threads just bc that’s when i noticed i dropped and overwhelmingly yapped on the dash, but know my worth and time/deserve to be here too, and it was bc I really have no control of my own time, nevertheless we don’t apologise for that anymore because life is life. and so I’ve made some changes, mostly for myself, before I finally indulge myself into writing, these are just little tings I’ve updated that make my mind avoid weird and unnecessary “left out” feeling and able to enjoy my time here unapologetically and allowed to excite about my muses, because i see some new faces and would love to keep those who want to interact with me

the update:

here is a blog update :)

psa about my interactions

all of this applies to all of my blogs

the best way to interact with me + start something with any of my muses is ic memes.

my mains obviously stay as they are, but not closed to. these people are my friends + those that are a constant with wanda AND my whole multi and always by heavens grateful to have them otherwise wanda wouldn’t be here still:

I will not repeat nor apologise for it anymore, but i am slow! and can be an expectation with some, that’s okay if u leave bc of this but its just naturally me, im a hard mutual+friend to keep up with in general oops, and have quite a messy life schedule, and bc I sometimes get overstimulated + overwhelmed in discord and dms. despite my excitement. ( my muse ≠ my time )

whilst i know post a lot of ooc, pls note that, much like other social media, it is my way of sharing + being inclusive, it is time separated to me being “active active”. this could simply be bc im lurking or just have that sliver of time, im someone that likes to be present when im in conversation and plotting. so my replies can vary from being slow but ill always try my best 🫧

das all folks, writing will commence and return tomorrow ♥️✨

[stateswscarlet]

Hi!! thanks to you and your threads i finally manifested my sp after (wait for it…. this will be long!!!)

3 years of separation and 1 year of no contact!!!!!!!!!!!!

let this me a reminder to anyone out there struggling or thinking time matters. i was in such a lack state for years and had horrible things happen between sp and i but im telling you i took a healthy way to do this and remembered theres nothing i can do to “make” it happen. i reread so many of your threads and read edward art series from a new set of eyes and decided to calmly shift my state ONCE without the expectation of perfection, making something happen, waiting for the 3D, etc (all of which I did unfortunately for a year and a half and never manifested anything “big”) i just shifted my state FOR me 100%. in that moment i didn’t even care about sp, about 3d, about reflecting, heck i didnt even care if i shifted states right. i just DID IT. now ik what you and alia meant by “just do it” because THERE IS NO OTHER WAY.

anyways after i shifted my state (probably for the first or for real this time in my whole journey), i felt nothing unusual or different in a huge way (coz why would i? if im with sp i wont feel special all day) and i KID YOU NOT SCAR I think it was like maybe 3-4 hours later he (sp) CALLED me on “accident” THREE times. I was so confused as I didn’t have his number saved yet as I recently got a new phone, but then I got a text from him saying it was *his name* and if this number still belongs to me. I didn’t even panic or freak out or even think “omg i manifested this bc of my state!” i just approached it normally and replied saying it was my number. He then told me “suddenly” he keeps getting reminded of me and has been missing me for a while and wanted to see me. We decided to catch up after uni last weeks monday and it was SO GOOD. he “changed” in good ways and yes i will admit it was awkward at first because we hadn’t talked in so long nor been alone with each other but that went away so fast!!!! we kept seeing each other daily for a week and he confessed he likes me a lot, and I did too and told him ive been missing him. he said nothing ever compared to me and that the breakup hit him hard but he hid it from me. he said he has been missing me for a year now (proof that i actually shifted states and dealt with a “new” sp because a year ago he told me he dislikes me, is completely over the relationship and told me to move on because it had been 2 years at that point and he was thinking of seeing someone else). this week on wednesday he took me on a date to our old special place in my city and officially asked me to be his girl!!!!!!

so from shifting my state ONCE and all the way to relationship it took a little under 2 weeks.

oh also - just because in my story i only shifted my state properly once dont mean anyone else is wrong for doing it multiple times!!! a KEY part of the law is knowing that WHATEVER WORKS FOR YOU AND IS NATURAL TO YOU IS WHAT WILL “WORK”. whatever YOU ENJOY imagining is what will shift your state!!!! STOP trying to do everything and worry about stuff thats not yours to worry about and JUST IMAGINE.

thank you again to the loa/ss community and especially you Scar!!! I will most likely still be lurking and supporting you and my other favourites on twt but not as active anymore ;)

OMGGG CONGRATS ANONNNN 🥳 🎉🎊👏🏻🪅

this makes me sooo happy and proud thank you for sharing your success and how you did it!

[henry-winter-apologist]

i'm about a month late to the party but i still got some thoughts.

so our sims lord and savior got digitally/socialmedially murdered by the amount of computer illiteracy everywhere online these days. and im here to have a rant about it and pick a bone with the idiots who feel entitled to his time and skill. long post ahead, i'm in the mood to go full anadius on simmers' asses

this isn't me trying to defend anything or speak on his behalf. but this is the hill i'm willing to die on regarding piracy in general. anadius doesn't need anyone to defend him in any case lmao. nonetheless this is a good case study

facts i need everyone to actually get through their heads real quick:

as it stands now, the full sims 4 experience has reached over $1200. that's my entire living budget for almost half a year.

sims 4 is a pile of garbage spaghetti code that will never get fully fixed unless some sort of miracle happens

ea is incomprehensibly big

ea doesn't give a shit about you

game cracking is free labor

okay, rant starts under the cut. don't interact if, besides comp skills, you also lack reading comprehension and critical thinking

if you're willing to dunk on anadius for being a dick, you're not different from people who defend ea. am i willing to say for certain anadius doesn't sometimes get off on calling people stupid? i'm not and i honestly don't give a shit if he does cause it would be missing the entire fucking point of his work. so what if he does?

and before y'all call me an asskisser, i see your point and i'm not trying to hide it. i lurk in his server sometimes and i go over the help threads and lose my shit laughing at the conversations happening there. he does live in my head rent free. as i've been saying for the past few years, if anadius spits in your mouth, you say thank you. anyway

i won't even get into the "he's rude" thing because it's a nothing burger. yes, he is. there's no denying it. however, just because he's mean doesn't erase the fact that some simmers can't follow instructions - especially the ones who got into sims when sims 4 was released. and i say this as someone who's exclusively played sims 4. this is most likely due to comp literacy going down w late genz/gen alpha.

the fact is that if you took a few hours out of your life to understand his system, your problems would go away. unfortunately, some of you can't fucking read a text carefully because you're so goddamn used to skimming over shit. and that's how you miss important details. that's how you end up moving shit you're not supposed to. i know it hurts to find out you're illiterate, but someone has to humble you. you can't just fucking go around calling him toxic and abusive(??????????) and telling him he has anger management problems. besides the absolutely bonkers idea of diagnosing someone over twitter replies, anyone who's ever dealt with people who have never tried to learn the basics of compsci can tell you he's right

furthermore, another thing that grinds my fucking gears is "if he finds it so annoying why doesn't he stop replying🙄". maybe i know this because i enjoy reading help threads too much, but i can tell you why he keeps replying. if you have a problem that can't be fixed by instructions, he genuinely wants to help you. this also applies to people who get cursed at, but y'all refuse to see it. in any case, he really does offer his full support when something does go wrong with his tools. (don't ask me for proof. there's a reason the server isn't that easy to find). the reason he keeps replying is so very simple. he's genuinely trying to make his tools better. the thing he posted about finding very few real problems with his tools is evidence of that. actually, as far as i've seen, he also takes feedback on his instructions very well and he's used the feedback to make them more clear over the years. the thing is, you can't dumb it down more than this. there's a limit to how comp illiterate you have to be to pirate, especially if it's tools as complex as anadius'. again, you might not enjoy hearing this and i can't help you with that.

if you thought i wouldn't get more asskissy than this, here you go: the dude is simply a master in programming. not only that, but game cracking is a side of programming that won't be automated and/or taken over by ai any time soon, unlike many other code-monkey tasks, for obvious reasons. he does it all for free. he spends a huge amt of time trying to improve his tools and craft just to, most often, run into a wall with people unable to follow instructions or, even worse, lying to him about shit they did to fuck up their game then expecting him to read their mind.

you wanna speak about this in tiktok-y therapy talk? y'all are the ones abusing his time, then calling him names, then being pissed when he makes fun of you again (I'm fucking kidding, by the way, if it really has to be said. but that's not to say y'all aren't wasting his time)

the backlash he got over his "finally" reply is wild. y'all are wild. and entitled. you're so used to shitting on EA that it spills over in the modding&piracy communities.

it's so fucking obnoxious how much of a spoiled brat some of you can be over people who do insane amounts of work for FREE. do you understand that? do you understand that, if someone gives you something for free and you break it by "accident" (aka you don't use it as intended, then try to lie to them about it), then go to them for more free labor to fix it, they're allowed to be pissed and make fun of you? (is it the right thing to do? i don't really care, honestly. if that's how he deals with his work and time being exploited by spoiled brats, fine by me)

as much as some ppl insist piracy isn't a political statement, just because you keep saying it doesn't make it true, and it's very telling how people are more pissed at someone who does work for free than at the humongous company owning the thing. and, before you even think about it, no, you couldn't seriously share the same amount of outrage for both.

i could go on and on and on about how this kind of victimization on the internet won't bring you anywhere, but I'll just say this: people insulting you online because you can't follow instructions isn't abusive. and if you can't understand that i have no idea how you can live in this reality.

anyway. this whole thing applies to anyone who mods or cracks or provides for free something that companies make or would make offensive amounts of money from. i hope it doesn't ever drive anyone away from doing what they do, but especially anadius who, and i hope you understand this at some point, is indeed the reason EA doesn't own our entire asses with the bullshit they frequently pull

anadius, if this post finds you, nice work. really appreciate you. also, let's pretend i never said anything about anyone spitting in someone's mouth, thanks😗

[nightttdreamers]

Night Shift | Craig x Kenny

AAA chapter two is heeeere its mostly silly fun before we actually start the fake dating part hehe pls enjoy (and check it out on ao3 for better formatting pls)

AO3 Link | 4k words | Chapter 2/?

Craig and Kenny strike a deal.

Craig has never been a morning person, but recently, it feels like every force in the world is trying to keep him in bed.

There’s the brief, near blissful moment when he’s just woken up. He can barely hear his alarm, the sleep not quite shaken off yet, unaware of what the day brings. Then, inevitably, his first thought washes over him; Tweek dumped you.

Just knowing that this is going to weigh on him all day is exhausting to think about. He doesn’t waste time wondering what he did wrong or how to best avoid the other anymore. The exhaustion comes from knowing that Tweek’s absence is just something he has to deal with now, every damn day.

Before, the habit of trying to beat his boyfriend to the first ‘good morning’ text motivated him to get up. But lately, he always spends a few minutes letting his alarm ring out, trying to delay his day for as long as possible. But, then his phone begins to buzz to life, and he knows he can’t ignore the real world any more.

On this particular morning, the urge to pull the covers over his head is particularly strong. Not only did he work late last night, but the fact that he looked like an idiot in front of Kenny is also hanging over his head. Craig groans, recalling their bizarre interaction.

“You wanna be my boyfriend?” He had asked.

Kenny looked bewildered, a mixture of surprise and concern on his face. But, before Craig could even go back on his question, Kenny replied, “Like, for money?”

Unable to bear the look on the other’s face, Craig turned away, pulling out a pack of Kenny’s usual cigarettes. “No, that would be stupid,” he stammered out. “I’m being stupid, fuck. Here, I can-” He took the magazine that Kenny had been holding and scanned it along with the Camels. Finally, he looked back up at the blonde. “Anything else?”

Kenny’s brows knit together as he looked at Craig. His lips were pursed together, shifting around his face like he was trying to talk without opening his mouth. “No,” he said after some pause, drawing out the word. “That’s it.” Kenny slid a few bills across the counter, not looking away from Craig as he took his items.

Craig thought that if tried to speak again, he would say something even worse than what he already had, so he simply nodded.

Kenny headed towards the door, shooting Craig an awkward glance back just before he left. “Take care of yourself, man.”

Craig rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his face deep into the pillow in an effort to stop his brain from playing the memory over and over again. When that didn’t work, he turned his head to the side, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and finally turning off his alarm.

He squints as the screen lights up, serving as the only light source in his room. There are two notifications from Clyde, one sent around 2AM linking a YouTube video called “BAD DAY Better Watch This 😂 1 Hour Best Funny & Fails” and another sent 20 minutes ago, asking “Tolkien had to make up a test please pLEASE can u drive me today PLEASE?????”

Craig gives the message a thumbs down and ignores the typing bubble that immediately appears (he’ll end up driving Clyde, of course, he just wants to fuck with him first). His next notification is a Snapchat message from “kmck69,” a username he doesn’t recognize until he opens the message.

kmck69: were u being serious b4

kmck69: it is a rlly stupid idea 

kmck69: but also im down if ur down

Craig reads the messages, then reads them again just to make sure he’s not hallucinating. As an added measure, he checks the user’s last story and, sure enough, it’s a selfie of Kenny holding a beer, Cartman lurking in the background, with the caption “5 screenshots and i piss in cartmans drink.”

Once Kenny had left last night, Craig had spent the last hour of his shift overthinking every detail of their interaction. He didn’t even know where his bizarre idea had come from, it had just slipped from his mouth before it was fully-formed. Hearing that Tweek was out hanging around with some goth kid infuriated him beyond words or logic. The only coherent thought Craig could form about it was that something had to change. He didn’t want to keep rotting in his bed, head swimming with thoughts about his ex. He just wanted to do something.

Asking Kenny to pretend to be his boyfriend was just the first idea that came to mind.

He hadn’t expected the other to even justify him with a response beyond their uncomfortable conversation. But, apparently, Kenny was mulling it over until nearly 4 in the morning when he texted, which is far more thought than Craig put into it.

It’s a stupid idea. He knows it is, they both know it is. But, it’s something.

spacemancraig: Yeah I’m down

He stares at his screen for a moment, quickly feeling the prickle of anxiety in his chest. It’s useless to sit and wait for a response, so he puts his phone down and pulls himself out of bed. The second he actually rises from his mattress, his phone buzzes to life, and Craig almost drops the device in how quickly he grabs it.

(Clyde) Literally I’m already ready I won’t hold you up I’ll even buy you starbucks or whatever gay shit you like

(Clyde) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

(Clyde) I’m sorry for calling you gay and starbucks gay bro PLEASE don’t make me walk

He sighs, typing out a quick response before he puts the phone down for real.

(Craig) Fine

—-----

Kenny stumbles into Chemistry three minutes after the bell, handing their teacher a crumbled-up excuse note before shuffling to his seat. It’s not uncommon for him to be late, and normally Craig would pay it no mind. However, normally he’s not anxiously waiting for a Snapchat from the other. 

Craig can’t take his eyes off him, his notes trailing off as he drowns out the voice of their teacher. He’s not sure whether Kenny’s changed his mind and is brushing him off, or genuinely just oblivious of the holes Craig is staring into the back of his head. The blonde just rummages through his bag and pulls out a few sheets of paper, not even sparing Craig a glance back. 

Somehow, in every class he finds himself staring at the back of a blonde’s head. He wonders if he might be the problem.

At first, Kenny just chews on his eraser and passes notes to Kyle sitting beside him. But, after a few minutes of this, he turns and locks eyes with Craig. Before Craig can even try to communicate something quietly across the row separating them, Kenny turns away again, and Craig wants to throw his textbook at the other’s head. Before he can, though, he feels his phone buzz to life in his pocket.

kmck69: we have 2 talk abt it obv

kmck69: do u have work 2nite

Craig rolls his eyes as he reads the messages, unsure as to why Kenny needs to use the least amount of characters possible when he texts.

spacemancraig: No

kmck69: cool well i do

kmck69: im at the bijou from 4 to 12

kmck69: if u want free popcorn tho u can come after 10

kmck69: thats when concession closes so its kinda old but tbh still good

spacemancraig: Yeah I think I’ll pass on the stale popcorn

spacemancraig: But I’ll come by

kmck69: ur loss

kmck69: word tho

kmck69: also cute username lmao

Craig’s face scrunches up as he reads the text, glancing up to look at Kenny. The blonde looks back at him, flashing a smile, and Craig just flips him off in response.

kmck69: ooh rawr ur so scary and mean

kmck69: can u leave me alone im trying 2 learn >:(

He wants to retort that Kenny was the one who started it, but typing that feels incredibly childish. Instead, Craig rolls his eyes and tucks his phone away, looking back up at the lesson.

—------

There are a lot of points today when Craig’s wondered when his life took a wrong turn. Losing sleep over a conversation with someone he has never really given a shit about, feeling like shit the entire morning waiting on a message from the aforementioned someone, and now, he’s at South Park’s lamest and only movie theater at 10PM on a Thursday. 

Maybe it wasn’t just a wrong turn, maybe it’s an eighteen-year downward spiral and he’s just getting closer to rock bottom.

The Bijou is, of course, dead. Craig only goes when they randomly decide to screen something from the Criterion Collection. He and his friends used to hang around the place more often, but then Tolkien got a home theater and every movie started being available to stream, and they didn’t have to secretly spike their slushies in the Black household. Now, the only people that frequent The Bijou are the elderly and his 15 year old sister, for some reason.

He decided to wait until 10PM to go. Not because Kenny made the stale popcorn sound appetizing, but he figured the later he went, the less likely he was to run into someone he knew. He parks his car a few blocks down the street and walks to the theater, hands tucked in the pocket of his hoodie. The marquee has been defaced, as per usual, and just reads “PENIS” followed by the scrambled extra letters from whatever movie title it once said. How original.

The ticket booth is empty, and when he steps inside, the theater is just as deserted as he expected it to be. Craig isn’t exactly sure of his next move as he lingers by the entrance, looking around. Just walking into the theater without a ticket to look for Kenny feels wrong, but so does just standing around awkwardly. Before he can choose, though, someone speaks behind him.

“I’m sorry, sir. We’re not selling any more tickets to our last screening- Oh, Craig?” Chirps a voice from the concession stand. Craig turns, coming face-to-face with Butters. The other boy smiles at him, far too brightly considering the two of them are not friends. The most they’ve interacted in all of high school is the rare occasion that Craig visits the Bijou, in which he affords Butters a small head nod as a greeting if they meet eyes. 

“Hey, Butters,” Craig says. “Is Kenny around?”

Almost comically, Butters cocks his head to the side. “Kenny? I didn’t know you two were friends!”

An abrupt silence comes between them, and Craig just waits for Butters to tell him where his coworker is. However, the blue-eyed boy just looks at him with a quizzical expression on his face, and Craig realizes he’s waiting for a confirmation.

“Uh, sure,” Craig mumbles after a moment. “Friends. Friendly, I guess. So, where is he?”

Butters beams at his answer, starting to wipe the countertop he’s standing behind down as he responds. “That’s so nice. He needs friends who won’t get him into trouble, you know? And he was just talking about you the other day.”

“He was?” Craig asks, but before Butters can elaborate, the two are interrupted.

“Craig!” Shouts Kenny from across the theater. Clad in a button-down, black skinny jeans, a red vest and matching bow-tie, he looks starkly different than he did this morning. The almost formal outfit doesn’t look quite right on him, and Craig realizes he’s never seen Kenny in something that wasn’t two sizes too large. When the blonde arrives at the concession stand, he’s grinning, looking at Craig so excitedly that the dark-haired boy has to turn his face away.

“It’s me, don’t cream your jeans,” Craig says, earning a little snicker from Butters. 

“I’ll sure as hell try,” Kenny replies, not sounding nearly as sarcastic as Craig. “I was starting to think you were bailing. It’s late, man.” As he speaks, he lifts himself onto the concession counter and sits, dangling his legs.

Butters frowns, putting his hands on his hips (Craig didn’t know that people did that in real life, but it suits Butters’ cartoonish mannerisms). “Aw, Kenny. I was just wiping that down.”

Kenny rolls his eyes, swinging his legs around to the other side of the counter and hopping off. “Happy?” He asks his coworker, who lets out a little puff of air in response and returns to his cleaning. Kenny shoots Craig a funny look, and Craig feels like he’s missing something. “As you can see, Butters and I take a lot of pride in this establishment.”

“That sounds awfully insincere, Kenny,” Butters grumbles, mostly to himself. “I do take pride in this establishment.”

It’s pretty weird to watch Kenny and Butters interact like this. They’re both oddballs in their social circles, especially Butters, and he can’t help but feel a bit out-of-place talking to them, especially outside of school. Craig absent-mindedly slides his phone from his pocket, checking the screen, just out of habit.

“Got somewhere to be?” Kenny asks, and when Craig looks up, the other is staring right at him, of course. He’s holding one of the soft drink cups, filled to the brim with popcorn.

Craig tucks his phone away. “You were serious about the stale popcorn?”

“It’s just gonna get thrown out,” Kenny says, popping a few kernels in his mouth. “Did you want some?”

Craig narrows his eyes in suspicion, responding with an unsure hum. One time, in the 5th grade, he saw Kenny pick up an earthworm from the sidewalk and swallow it whole. He did it, of course, for five bucks from Clyde, but Craig still doesn’t trust his taste.

Kenny rolls his eyes, opening up the machine to fill another cup. “Don’t be a princess. It’s still good. Right, Butters?” Kenny asks as he slides past his coworker, crossing to Craig’s side of the counter. 

“Oh, I don’t like to eat the popcorn much,” Butters replies, attending to the machine once Kenny’s done with it. “I gotta smell it all day, then clean the machine, scrape all the burnt pieces. I used to think movie theater popcorn was one of the yummiest smells, but now it doesn’t really get my tummy rumbling.”

Talking to Butters is weird, Craig thinks. He’s not sure if he’s ever heard anyone else use the phrase ‘tummy rumbling’ in his life. He glances at Kenny, who seems entirely unphased by the other’s weird expressions. 

“Yeah, okay,” Kenny says with a small shrug. He hands one of the popcorn cups to Craig, who takes it reluctantly. “I don’t know why I asked him.”

“Not that this isn’t thrilling,” Craig says, turning fully to Kenny. Butters is pretty engaged with his cleaning, but Craig doesn’t need him hearing any part of this conversation, so he speaks low. “Can we talk now?”

Kenny lets out an amused puff of air. “Butters, I’m gonna go do theater checks” he says, not taking his eyes away from Craig. “Craig’s coming with me.”

“You better not just be sneakin’ him into the movie for free, Kenny,” Butters grumbles, but his coworker is already walking away, waving a hand dismissively. Craig spares Butters an awkward glance before following behind Kenny.

“You do that often?” Craig asks.

“What? Sneak people in?” Kenny replies. He shoots a look back at Butters, making sure he isn’t listening before he continues. “Not all the time. I’m not really into losing this job.”

Right, Craig thinks, Kenny actually needs this job. The thought makes him a bit uncomfortable, that Kenny has to put in the hours at a shitty movie theater to pay for things he actually needs. Meanwhile, Craig works so he can get out of the house and have some spending money.

Kenny glances behind them, then slides a vape out of his pocket and hits it. He turns his head to the side, courteous enough not to blow smoke right at Craig, though not enough to pick a less obnoxious flavor.

“Sorry,” Kenny says, noticing how Craig wrinkles his nose at the scent. “Butters doesn’t like it either, probably because it’d get us in trouble.”

“So you don’t care enough about this job to not vape?” Craig asks.

This time, Kenny blows the cloud right in his face. “Be nice to me, Tucker. I let your sister sneak in here all the time.”

Craig pauses, taking a second to process what Kenny just said. “You what?”

Kenny stops too, poking his head into the closest screening room as he speaks. “Yeah, she comes by a lot. Here, this one’s empty,” he steps into the theater, holding the door open so Craig can follow. It’s a bit odd-looking inside. It’s not often he sees empty theaters with the lights on, especially not clean ones. Kenny takes a seat in a nearby row, throwing his legs over the chairs as he munches on his popcorn. “Don’t worry, no one’s gonna hear us. I cleaned this one an hour ago, and I’ve only had to kick out people who stayed after a movie like, three times, so we’re good.”

Craig takes a seat a few spots away from Kenny, giving the other room to sprawl out. “Why did they stay?”

“Sometimes they just fall asleep. One time there was a couple fucking, though. That was pretty sweet. In that row over there,” Kenny points behind him, a smirk on his face.

Craig blinks and wonders what ever happened to the Kenny he went to elementary school with, the one who rarely spoke except for the occasional dirty joke. Focus, Craig.

“Uh, so about last night,” Craig begins, straightening up a bit in his seat. Kenny mirrors him, showing that he’s listening. “I was just talking without thinking. It is a really fucking dumb idea.”

“But you showed up to talk about it,” Kenny notes.

Craig sighs. “Yeah, I did. Because I’m really fucking dumb. And I’m sick of the sympathy from my dumb friends. And you said you’d be down.” Kenny just looks at him, and Craig finds himself talking just to avoid the awkward silence. “If you’re not anymore though, that’s fine. There’s no pressure or anything.”

“I’m still down,” Kenny says with a small nod. “As long as I’m paid for my time. God, I sound like a hooker.”

“You’re not a hooker,” Craig adds a bit too quickly. “We don’t need to actually do anything, I don’t think.”

“So what do I have to do?”

Craig doesn’t answer for a moment. Apparently, this tells Kenny all he needs to know.

“Oh, so you really didn’t think this through, huh?” Kenny makes an odd clicking sound with his tongue, shaking his head. Craig thinks he’s trying to be funny, but it’s not helping how embarrassing the conversation feels. “Okay, Craig. If you want Tweak to take you back, what do you think would really get him all pissed off and hot and jealous?”

“Hang on-” Craig sits up a bit, raising a hand as Kenny speaks. “I’m not trying to get him back.”

“You’re not?”

Craig opened his mouth, but words couldn’t quite seem to come out. Was he trying to get Tweek back? There were plenty of couples in South Park that broke up only to come back together. In fact, he’d stop getting hopeful when Bebe and Clyde would split, as it was inevitable they’d be sucking face again within a week. But, he’d never thought about that possibility for him and Tweek. They didn’t break up because of a fight or mistake or something stupid. Honestly, Craig still couldn’t quite pin why they had broken up. All he knew is that Tweek didn’t want to be with him anymore. The thought of trying to get his ex to change his mind and take him back hadn’t even occurred to him, and right now, it just sounded pathetic.

“Jeez, I didn’t know that would be such a tough question,” Kenny muses, bringing Craig out of his thoughts. “It’s fine if you want him back, man. I don’t judge.”

“I don’t” Craig says, maybe a bit too assertively as it makes Kenny lean a bit further away from him. “He doesn’t want to be together, whatever. I’m not gonna try to trick him into getting back with me. I just want people to know I’m cool about it.”

Kenny makes a little high-pitched hum, his face scrunching up. He takes another hit of his vape, looking thoughtful as he does so (as thoughtful as someone hitting a neon green cylinder can). “Okay,” he says, blowing out smoke. “We’ll make everyone think we fucked.”

“What the fuck- Kenny,” Craig stammers out, shaking his head as he speaks. “How would we even, who would fall for that? What’s that even gonna do?”

Kenny leans forward again, resting his arms on the arm of the chair and once again being too close to Craig’s personal space. “No, Craig, listen. This is one of my better ideas. If you immediately start dating some dude, everyone’s gonna think it’s a rebound and people know I’m not really the dating type. It’ll be weird, someone’s gonna see through it because I’m not not gonna hook up with someone else. But- if people think we just fucked, they’ll be like, ‘Wow Craig moved on and he doesn’t give a fuck and he’s so cool,’ which is your goal, right?”

Craig stares at Kenny, wide eyed, and Kenny stares right back. It’s impossible to focus on what the blonde is saying with that eager look in his eyes, like some kind of dog waiting for a treat. However, when Craig actually does start to process the idea, he realizes Kenny’s making some good points. Kenny raises his brows, still waiting for a reply. Craig lets out a sigh, looking up at the theater ceiling. “Fuck. That’s- Yeah, that’s a good plan.”

“I know!” Kenny starts drumming his fingers along the side of the seat, and Craig can tell he’s beaming without even looking at him. “I want sixty-five.”

Now, Craig looks back down at Kenny, who is making a face like that wasn’t a ridiculous thing to say. “Bucks? You want sixty-five dollars?”

“Cash,” Kenny adds. The two just stare at each other for a moment because every time Craig looks at Kenny, apparently Kenny’s already looking at him. 

“I’ll give you forty,” Craig offers, hoping his tone sounds firm enough to stop any further negotiation.”

“Deal,” Kenny finally leans back in his seat and Craig feels like he can actually breathe again. If they’re gonna do this, he needs to talk with Kenny about personal space. And maybe that god awful vape flavor too. Shit, they’re actually doing it. 

Craig nods before his brain fully catches up, like he’s convincing himself this is real life. “Okay, yeah. Deal. Wow.”

Kenny glances over at him. “You good? You can’t back out now. We said deal.”

Craig is still nodding, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “We’re good. I just didn’t really think you’d say yes. I don’t, uh, have much of a plan.”

Kenny puts his hand on Craig’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dude. ‘Cause I already have a plan.”

“My head’s not-” he starts, then lets out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What’s the plan?”

Kenny stands, looking back down at Craig with a grin. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to get people talking about my sex life. And lucky for you, I have just the party to get this rumor started.” Kenny rubs his hand on a chair, then sticks it out for Craig. “You trust me, dude?”

Looking up at the blonde, the sheer dumb confidence on his face, his stupid uniform bowtie, there’s no way Craig should feel at ease. But, he has forty bucks and his reputation on the line, and Kenny might just be the best shot he has at escaping his current hellhole situation. Craig stands, gripping Kenny’s hand.

“Fuck it,” he says. “I trust you, let’s do this.”

[ryuichirou]

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I’ve been writing nothing but headcanons during the weekend, so let’s catch up! It’s Monday tradition at this point.

The majority of replies are somewhat related to our recent posts (not every single one though)

Anonymous asked:

What is Katsu's tumblr and what fandoms do they post for?

Katsu mostly uses every platform for lurking (aside from like one personal non-fandom page) and only posts on the Nebula College tumblr, which is our project.

But also, all the fandom stuff that Katsu does is tied to my posting, so it’s all here! Mostly in form of ideas behind some art/comics and sometimes posts.

Anonymous asked:

Do you mind tagging stuff with p*ss specifically? It makes me uncomfortable so I would prefer to be able to exclude them by tags. I'm sorry if this comes off as rude!

I am sorry, Anon, but as you might have noticed, we don’t tag this kind of stuff (for several reasons).

Please use post content filtering; it should filter the entire post (not just the tags) and hide it for you if p*ss or any other theme that you are uncomfortable with is mentioned.

Thank you.

Anonymous asked:

What did Malleus do?

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Demanded attention, got refused and still decided to kiss Lilia. Lilia is having a hard time with this boy sometimes… Or is it Malleus who is having a hard time with Lilia?

Anonymous asked:

I LOVE THE GOOFILY DRAWN FLOYD

I died of laughter

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THANK YOU ANON, I love when these little doodles work well with the comic and I get to keep them in the final edit. This is like Floyd’s true essence…

Anonymous asked:

Azul Ashengrotto: Fastest Man Alive 😒

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I know, right? And he’s proud of it, too!!

Anonymous asked:

Floyd gets beat up on purpose so he can go see Riddle, I just know it.

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This seems to be the most common conclusion, Anon! But actually Floyd is just way too silly and irresponsible… Azul and Jade keep telling him that he should always have a gun to defend himself, but Floyd keep pushing his luck.

Maybe he really does love coming back to see Riddle for the third time in one week~

Anonymous asked:

are you strict on riddle only being shipped with trey, che'nya, ace and floyd? or are you open to other ships as well?

im asking this because i wanted to ask about your thoughts on certain ships, but i do not wish to overstep. so i just want to make sure!

In general, as long as it doesn’t break the top/bottom thing (see our pinned for details), we don’t mind anything, so feel free to ask!

Anonymous asked:

some times i just look at your tops and bottom lists and throw characters together. like Gidel/Leona because Imagining a stray domestic kitten fucking grown lion royalty… so uh thank you for that mental image!

Anon, this is a fun game lol Sometimes randomness brings such interesting ships that you end up shipping it unironically, I think we’ve had multiple ships like that in other fandoms….

Gidel/Leona though 😭 Leona would automatically assume that Gidel is just as naïve and stupid as any other kitten and regret his judgment greatly. Gidel is a menace to this grown lion royalty…

Anonymous asked:

I see the ship thing has 2 doms sharing a sub like tweels x riddle

But what do u think about 2 subs sharing a dom? I have no idea what an example would be.

We’re more prone to multiple tops/doms + a single sub/bottom, but that doesn’t mean that another scenario is completely impossible! If it works with the dynamic, we’ll love it. But for some reason, I guess we’re just not that interested. It’s good in theory, but doesn’t click, idk why.

Theoretically… Ace could have a wet dream about both Deuce and Riddle at the same time, for example. Azul would love to have Idia and Jamil at the same time too, but this is also a realm of his intense power fantasies lol

Lilia could have fun with multiple boys too, technically nothing stops him. Well, he probably wouldn’t add Malleus to the mix though because it might offend him lol

Rook would also enjoy having multiple subs at once tremendously…

Anonymous asked:

How would the tweels share their partner doing sex? Would they take turns or shove their dicks in at the same time? So basically double penetration

I think they would do both, Anon. They would start with taking turns, but then at some point Floyd would get impatient and say that he doesn’t want to wait + doesn’t want to get his dick sucked either, so Jade has to either move over and get lost or suggest double penetration. And it’s pretty obvious that he would pick the second option~

But also I think it depends on a hole and how stretchy it is…

Anonymous asked:

Ever since I got into Danganronpa, I entertain myself by making executions for random characters. Azul’s is looking pretty gruesome thus far.

OHHH Azul would have an amazing execution.

But I also feel like he would end up becoming a takoyaki or something among the lines.

Anonymous asked:

"Results on the jellyfish sting experiment:

The recent fieldtrip to the beach, which in my boundless graciousness I offered to the students as a chance to rest away from their obligations, has revealed to be the perfect environment in which to prepare this test. To measure each dorm's loyalty and their ability to take swift decisions when deprived of magical aids, we took notes on their reactions after each housewarden was stung by a jellyfish.

Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw students were the quickest to spring into action, leaving their housewardens little time to protest before providing relief with their own urine. We had made preparations in advance to make sure that no one would get hurt if they had decided to lash out, but it seems we might have underestimated the danger that Rosehearts poses even without his magic. We wish for all the unfortunate victims a speedy recovery.

Both Octavinelle and Pomefiore were far more willing to let their leaders take care of the problem. I had accurately predicted that the ones selected by the spirit of the Beautiful Queen would know better than just believe some baseless rumours, and it seems that Octavinelle students might have believed Ashengrotto to be used to this sort of incidents as an acquatic creature himself. Interestingly, when the two housewardens were stung by the jellyfish and some of their students were wondering if they should urinate on it, both vice-housewardens had responded individually with "How should we do that? It already swam away!". Needless to say, neither housewarden appreciated the joke.

As expected, we weren't able to get Al-Asim without also hurting Viper who, despite our best efforts to catch them while his guard was down, took the first hit for him. The Scarabia dorm split pretty evenly to tend to the two of them, and it surprised me greatly to note that their housewarden already knew about how inefficient urine is as a remedy. Viper on the other hand was unable to get his exuberant helpers to listen to him. I suppose that they may not yet fully trust his judgement after the events that took place during winter break. Even so, they were all so eager to aid him, I can't help but get teary eyed witnessing the care they hold in their hearts for their vice-housewarden.

Diasomnia students ended up spilling more tears than any other fluid, rallied on by Vanrouge to assist their leader. Were they tears of pride in being of use to the heir of Briar Valley? Or shame for sullying him? When questioned about it, the students weren't quite sure either. They also had to restrain one of the first years, who will remain anonymous, from chasing after the culprit into the depths of the ocean to get revenge.

Similarly, the younger Shroud also took the lead, giving his fellow dormmates a speech that I found far more... unothodox than Vanrouge's. At times he made it sound almost like the real objective would be the humiliation of their housewarden, which stirred the students in a completely different direction from the one I intended. For a brief moment I was afraid that it would lead to a prank war the likes of which I haven't seen as headmaster since the great hedgehog repopulation incident from fifteen years ago...

P.S. Funya~! Why doesn't anyone just pee in the sea when they go in? That way it cancels out the jellyfish venom when it stings you!"

Just decided to be a funny guy in the ask box today...

(this is related to this post holy shit)

Anon, I am honestly speechless. I don’t even have anything to add, let me just stand up and clap. It wasn’t just a jellyfish sting, it was a proper behavioural + sociological survey!! 😭

I really chuckled on the “it already swam away” part, more than I should have…

Plus the little comment from none other than the fluffiest peeing-in-the-sea expert, it makes it extra perfect.

Thank you for this ask…

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marketing anon again :) ig you were referring to me?

so i want to preface this by saying that even if jude is or isn’t reading tumblr/gossip pages directly, his team is relaying what is being said online right back to him. a part of a pr team’s job is to conduct audience research, find out how his target audience feels abt certain situations, and take the best actions based on their findings. so what i am saying is they are very likely keep tabs on what we’re saying.

at the pr dinner, they most likely spoke about how they were going to make denise and ashlyn look cordial, attempt to change the public’s opinion abt the relationship, and jude maintaining a good relationship with fans. and im going to be honest, i think his pr team is incompetent. they should know that the overexposure of this couple could lead to media fatigue and it honestly already has, just look at the daily mail article comments and instagram replies. now ik that the daily mail’s pages are a breeding ground for hateful comments, but for his team these comments are indicative of how the general public feel about his relationship. “why is are they lurking and listening to gossip pages?” for the same reason. the general public isn’t tuned in or giving feedback about this relationship like we are, so as of rn we are the sample representatives for how the general public feels. and based on this sample, everyone is over it.

if i were on his team i would tell him to stop trying to force the narrative. it reeks of overcompensation, the need for public approval, and uncertainty on jude’s part. he needs to learn that you can’t manufacture virality, none of the articles trying to fix the ashlyn and denise side-eye narrative have went half as viral as the original incident. it seems that he doesn’t want to fully claim her until he’s 100% sure that the public will like her and truthfully that will never be the case. first impressions are extremely important and once the public has made up their mind about someone, it is extremely hard to change (some celebrities are still trying to get rid of their old image from years ago to this day). how the public meets you, is usually how they remember you. everyone learned about this girl in january, its april now and no one’s opinions have changed.

this press run with denise and ashlyn is tired. who’s the couple? it must be denise and ashlyn bc we’ve gotten more pics of them together than ashlyn and jude. his team needs to be honest with him, we know you want to have a good image surrounding your relationship, but the public does not like this girl and they do not have a reason to like her at all. it doesn’t matter how many staged photoshoots you take, people will create their own narrative. ashlyn is spotted with denise smiling = “notice how the mom doesnt trust her alone with her son.” jude is smiling in a picture with ashlyn = "look at how hollow is face is, she’s draining the life out of him.” (and like i said before, she’s not giving any content to change anyone’s opinion. she posted like i said last time but girl post something showing personality. be a little goofy or artistic hello??? the public has nothing to go off of except her being a gold digger.)

this has gotten super long and i have more to say, so i might make another ask but they all need to take all need to take a break from the pr shenanigans. its way too much atp.

oh yh a lot was asking about you 😭

so the general consensus is that they will never truly be liked by people online and the forcing of these articles are making it worse and opening them up to more backlash so they need to just log off and either enjoy each other without the pr or move on

it doesn’t even take a genius to recognise their methods aren’t working 😭😭😭😭