#DONT LEAVE ME BLUE BALLED PLEASE

[turnipoddity]

saw newest poster having that fuckass hacksaw…

[acourtofmoonlightandstars]

Find me

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: At a ball you meet the one person you thought you would never see again, you left him once. Will you leave him again?

Word count: Currently no idea

Warnings: Some sugestiveness, angst and minor details of Azriels work as a spymaster.

Note: So this is loosely based on a dream I once had, it was heartbreaking so I thought I might as well use writing as therapy

The ballroom was huge and the light flickering from the crystal chandeliers that hung above your head made all jewels, sequin and glitter reflect the light. It was a beautiful sight.

You walked through the crowd of people, looking for no one in particular. You had no idea how or when you’d gotten here, you weren’t even quite sure who had invited you. Usually you stayed within the borders of your own court. But it seemed that you’d made an exception for once.

Everyone seemed somewhat familiar. You smiled at the friends who laughed around the tables filled with food as they filled each other goblets with fairy wine, at the couples who snuck away to find somewhere a little more secluded to steal a minute or two and at those who filled the room with laughter that echoed through the room.

As a waiter walked past you, you grabbed a flute of champagne from his tray. You sipped at the bubbly drink as you scanned the room once more, hoping to see at least one person you recognized. And then you spotted him.

He was beautiful in his black suit, it was such a stark contrast from his usual leathers and blue siphons. His wings were tucked close to him, almost as if he was afraid to take up space. His hair was combed back, revealing his forehead and the slight wrinkle he had between his brows. Your breath hitched, and you suddenly wished you were able to turn invisible at will.

You wanted nothing more than to walk up to him and ruffle his hair, once again revealing his somewhat loose curls that you’d once loved to run your fingers through in the late hours of the night. You wanted nothing more than to once again kiss his lips, to taste him.

But you had left him, that much you knew. But you just couldn’t remember why.

His shadows pooled around his feet, and indicated the constant stream of information that was always available to the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. You felt something cold around your ankle, and as you hiked up your skirt you saw the little rouge shadow that had slipped past its master. It almost looked like a puppy happy to be reunited with its owner as it twirled around you.

You giggled, which only seemed to amuse it even more.

In the hope that you could turn it away before he noticed its absence, you looked towards where he had been mere seconds before, and your eyes met his right away. The eyes you had once loved to stare into for hours at the time, the hazel pools of a man you once knew, seemed sad all of the sudden.

It was an emotion that seemed so out of character for him, and you felt your heart breaking a little at the sight of it, especially knowing that you were most likely the cause of the sadness and the purple shadows that hung underneath his eyes.

Azriel furrowed his brows at the rouge shadow as he no undoubtedly tried calling it back to him. But it seemed like it refused to listen to his quiet command. He walked towards you with a confidence that would make lesser males crumble in his presence.

You felt the blush creeping up your neck before it settled in your cheeks.

“Excuse me” he almost whispered, as he went out of his way to not meet your eyes. He bent down and physically yanked the shadow from you. You could’ve sworn it looked almost sad to leave you behind.

He stood up, and quickly turned away from you, almost fleeing. You don’t know what came over you but you grabbed his wrist and saw him stiffen as your skin came into contact with his.

“Y/N… Please, dont” it was an almost silent plea, one who broke your heart, but there was no way you were letting him walk away from you.

You pulled him towards you, forcing him to face you. He had a pained expression on his face and his eyes were closed. Despite of that you still send a small smile his way. Your other hand found his other wrist and you slowly pulled his arms around your waist.

He reacted instantly and despite not even noticing, he pulled you closer to him. “I’m so sorry” You whispered as you raised your hand to his cold cheek. He leaned into your touch as he finally looked at you, a single tear escaping his eyes. Your thumb quickly whisked it away before anyone had a chance to notice it.

The shadows swirled around the two of you desperate to give you some privacy, and even his wings seemed to be shielding the two of you from wandering eyes.

“I don’t know why I left you, I won't ever leave you again, please just give me another chance” you whispered, your voice threatened to crack, as his eyes searched your face for any sign of a deception, any sign of what you were saying, was nothing more than a lie.

“Don’t say things you might regret…”

You shook your head and sent a small smile his way, it was filled with regret and sadness. “It’s always been you and I’m here now and I promise it won't ever happen again”

But were you able to promise him that? You still couldn’t remember why or how you had left him behind, it was like a distant memory that was locked away, one you couldn’t access.

He pulled you from the ground and you couldn’t help the giggle when he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. Desperate for your scent, desperate to feel your heartbeat against his own. “You better mean it” he whispered against your exposed skin.

You pulled at his hair, ruining it even though he had most likely done his best to bend his curls to his will for the event tonight. But you didn’t care, you always liked him better with his bed head anyways.

He kissed his way from that sweet spot where your neck met your shoulder, he nibbled at your ear and kissed you from there, down your cheekbones until his lips hovered over your own. And in a blink of an eye he stole your shallow breaths from your mouth with his own. He ate every whimper and small moan, as if they all belonged to him and him alone, as if it would be the crime of the century if any other male heard it.

“You do know you’re in a public place right? Everyone can see you” the voice was teasing, but in no way cruel. Without letting you down Azriel turned towards the other winged male that now stood in front of the two of you.

Azriel laughed, and his brother realized he hadn’t heard that sound in months.

“I apologize Cass” and he felt you stiffen in his arms, and sent you a reassuring smile, before once again returning you to the ground. He was here, the Lord of Bloodshed, Cassian. But of course he was, they would all most likely be here.

“It’s all good. But Nesta is gonna hate that she skipped this ball tonight, she would’ve loved to see you take a female in front of all these fancy fae”

This time it was your time to laugh, and you flet how your muscles relaxed at his way of addressing the elephant in the room. Azriel couldn’t help but to pull you closer to his side, lips kissing the top of your head.

“So you must be the one who broke my brother's heart” Cassian said as he crossed his arms, to anyone beside you and Azriel, he would look angry, almost disappointed in the way he stood before you. But all you could see was the happiness he held for his brother.

Cassian sent you a small smile. “Don’t worry, I don’t judge, my own mate was indecisive as well”

You couldn’t help but almost wince at his words. It wasn’t that you were indecisive, or at least you didn’t think that was it…

“It’s okay. It all worked out in the end” Azriel said.

The night went on and his hand never left your hip, he pulled you as close to him as he could whenever he felt a male came too close to you. You adored his possessiveness. Now you just needed to feel like you’d earned it.

The two of you spent almost every day together after the ball. It didn’t take him long to introduce you to the rest of his family. The inner circle of the Night Court.

Your father had told you the stories of both their power and their beauty, but despite all the stories, they were kind, welcoming and warm. You felt right at home.

At no point did you regret making contact with him the night of the ball. In fact you could feel yourself falling in love with Azriel, a little more every day.

He adored you, and he spared no expenses in showing you exactly how much you meant to him. Everytime he came home from a mission, he would bring you flowers from the given court. He would either make you homemade meals, or take you out to eat at the most beautiful restaurants in the city.

He would take you on flights over Valaris, on walks near the Sidra or just down to the nearest cafe or bakery to pick up something sweet or warm whenever you felt a little down. Apart from that he spoiled you rotten with gifts, to such a degree you almost had more diamonds than Amren.

You were however your happiest whenever you woke up to him by your side, and nothing beat the beauty that was his eyes as they reflected the morning sun. They were like liquid gold. He was beautiful, and sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all a dream.

As time went on he opened more and more up to you. He told you about his life, both the good and the bad. About his childhood, who he had become after Rhys and Cassian had found him. He told you about his role in the court as both shadowsinger and spymaster, and how he had days where he loathed who he was and what he had done, and others where he celebrated the screams he carved from the lungs of his prisoners.

And despite his fears you didn’t flee or coward when he reached out for you. You had instead held him, and whispered sweet nothing in his ear, confirming that you loved him despite all he had gone through, and that you loved him because of who he was. He had cried in your arms at your words.

You saw him, all of him and you loved both the good and the bad.

At no point had you ever expected to be with a man of his profession, but here you were. The people of Valaris were quick to catch on. They always greeted the two of you, they helped you with picking his gifts and selecting his favorite sweets at the bakery he loved to visit each sunday morning.

The fact that you got to be his in Valaris of all places, was more than enough. Being out and public to all fae, to all courts, would only paint a target on your back. One that he feared would take you from him too soon, whereas you feared that you would be used against him. You had no interest in ever letting it come to that.

After All you wanted nothing more than to protect him, to keep him safe, and he felt the same. He had given you one of his shadows, the rouge that had left his side that night of the ball. After all it seemed like it liked you more than him anyways, but this way he would know if you were ever in any kind of danger.

Nesta had told him it was a little much, especially since the two of you were basically joined at the hip, it was rare that you saw one of you without the other. You were one soul separated into two people. It was clear for all to see.

The inner circle had quickly started making bets on just when the bond would snap for the two of you. And despite the fact that you always rolled your eyes when they began speculating, you couldn’t help but hope that they were right.

Your brother had his mate, and so did Azriels brothers. It would only be right if the two of you had one too right? And if so why wouldn’t the Cauldron grant you eachother? With every fiber of your being you hoped that he was yours and that you were his.

One morning you stood in the courtyard at the house of wind as the sun was slowly rising from its usual hiding place beneath the horizon. Azriel was circling you, wearing nothing but his boots and leather pants.

The look of his tattoos and his muscles were now covered with sweat that was glistening in the morning sun, was enough for you to skip practice and go back to bed with him. You wanted nothing more than to be entangled in him and his scent.

The sun that shone through the fine membrane of his wings made him look like a god of death and war. What a sight to see. He sent you a dazzling smirk as he saw the pure lust and adoration in your eyes. He most likely smelled it on you as well.

You smirked back and sent him a little wave. But it wasn't enough for him to lose focus on his task at hand. It rarely was.

“You look so beautiful angel,” he said. Despite what you might’ve thought he couldn’t help but adore you in the morning light either. He was mere seconds away from abandoning his workout only to throw you over your shoulder and have his way with you. Where that would be, he didn’t care. You chuckled. It was his favorite sound in the entire world, and he hoped that he would always be the one to make you laugh.

And then you felt it. It was as if the world shifted on its axis, it was like it had been so many months ago. It was the same feeling you had the first time you had left him. And as the memories came rushing back to you, you paled.

As your smile dropped and your eyes became distant, almost as if a fog now hid them from the world. “Y/N…?” You heard his fear and desperation as he said your name.

“Promise me you’ll find me, promise me” It was all you could say, you struggled with getting the words out as you felt yourself drifting from this reality. You saw him spring towards you, his wings giving him momentum.

And then everything went dark.

When you woke up the darkness was still surrounding you. You laid there with your eyes closed for a few minutes as you tried to recall his features, his name, where you had been. But there was nothing, nothing except an ache in that place that usually held your heart.

All you remembered was the feeling of running your hands through his hair, how his lips sent electricity down your spine as he kissed that sweet spot right beneath your ear, whenever he snuck up behind you. You remember his rough hands, and a feeling of something cold that you couldn’t quite place. Everything else was a blur.

As you opened your eyes you looked towards the small clock that stood on your bedside table. 06:45. You had to get up soon, but the mere thought of leaving your bed made your head spin. It felt like you had lost something precious, it felt like you had lost your heart, and in its stead there was now only a black hole filled with nothing but emptiness and pain.

You had no idea how to start your day, it felt like you should stay right here, stay at home and mourn the loss of him.

Maybe he remembers, maybe he will be able to find me. You thought as you tried soothing the emptiness in your chest by rubbing the palm of your hand over where it ached.

But how could he? He was after all only a figment of your imagination, he was after all only a character in your dream. But he felt real, and you could nothing but hope that someone, someday would ever love you as unconditionally as he had.

At the other end of Prythian, Azriel Shadowsinger, Spymaster of the Night Court, had woken with such pain in his chest that he for a second had been convinced he had been stabbed in his sleep. And as his dream, no his memories of you, flooded his senses he knew what he needed to do.

You had to be real, he needed you to be real. So he sent out his shadows in search of the one person who now held his heart, the one person he would never stop looking for, you, his mate.

I promise you darling, I will find you

note: aaaaah this is my first ever acotar fic! don't be afraid to leave feedback, I would very much appreciate it! I feel like a part two would be absolutely amazing, but maybe I'll just do it as a stand alone since it's kind of heartbreaking. But we'll see!

[tayytayy12]

imgonnagetyouback | CL16 x reader

Summary | After reader and Charles brake up, she releases a song about her mixed feelings in the separation, leaving the whole internet wondering if the pair are back together

Warnings | Mention of a brake up, swearing

Requested | no - yes

FaceClaim | Sabrina Carpenter

Type | SMAU

Its.Y/n

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Tagged | @/Kika.cgomez, @/Lilymhe

Its.Y/n - Did someone say girls night out?

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User1 - MOTHER IS ALIVE! MOTHER IS ALIVE!

User2 - I would pay billions to hang out with THE it girls of formula one

User3 - Charles is currently regretting every life choice he ever made

Kika.cgomez - We devoured

Its.Y/n - Oh we so did

User4 - I still can’t process that she and Charles broke up, LIKE, WHY?

User5 - GIRL NO ONE KNOWS

User6 - WE NEED TO KNOW

Lilymhe - My girlfriends guys

Its.Y/n - *wives*

Kika.cgomez - We’re married…

PierreGasly - @/alex_albon

Alex_albon - You should be used to this by now mate

User5 - Album when?

User6 - NEW MUSIC PLEASE Y/N

Its.Y/n

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Its.Y/n - I’m the Aston Martin that you drove right into the ditch

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User7 - Excuse me?

User8 - She’s back in the paddock. In Aston. Not in Williams with Lily. Not in Alpine with Kika. In Aston. With Lance. Okay.

User9 - I’m so confused

User10 - Girl we all are

User11 - It has to be song lyrics right?

User12 - That’s what I was thinking

User13 - Yeah it’s too random

SabrinaCarpenter - 👀👀

Its.Y/n - 🤫

User14 - No Sabrina, don’t shush

User15 - The brake up hurts even more once you find out Charles ended it out of the blue on her birthday

User16 - IM SORRY WHAT?

User17 - Its true, its all over Twitter we don’t know why he did it 😭

Lilymhe - Looking hot

Its.Y/n - Learnt from you BBY

Its.Y/n

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Its.Y/n - imgonnagetyouback, out tomorrow night 🤍

User18 - NEW MUSIC

User19 - Y/n baby, there’s this lovely large button at the bottom centre of your keyboard called a ‘space bar’, did you forget how to use it?

Its.Y/n - LMAO

User20 - SCREAMING

User21 - I can’t feel Charles nerves from my bed in Florida

GracieAbrams - I CANT WAIT I CANT WAIT

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User22 - the vibe from these photos is just yes

User23 - CRYING IVE BEEM WAITING FOR THIS

ChappellRoan - Wanna go on a date ?

Its.Y/n - When and where?

User24 - I WANT A DATE TOO CHAPPELL

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User25 - THIS SONG WHAT OMG

User26 - HER VOCALS?!?!!?

User27 - THE LYRICS?

User28 - MOST OF ALL THE DOUBLE MEANING

User29 - WAIT WHAT DOUBLE MEANING

User30 - BASICALLY THE WHOLE SONG SHE SAYS ‘IM GONNA GET YOU BACK’ BUT SHE KEEPS CONTRADICTING HERSELF. LIKE ‘DONT KNOW IF IM GONNA BE YOUR WIFE OR GONNA SMASH UP YOUR BIKE, BUT IM GONNA GET YOU BACK’ SHE DIESNT KNOW IF SHE WANTS HIM BACK OR WANTS TO MAKE HIM REGRET LEAVING HER

User31 - SHES A MASTERMIND OML

Its.Y/n

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Its.Y/n - Get him back option one, or get him back option two?

Kika.cgomez - One one one one one one one one one one

Its.Y/n - Maybeeee

Lilymhe - If it’s not one I’ll use you as a golf ball

Its.Y/n - woah aggressive

User32 - Both Charles and Lance in the likes…

User33 - I smell the drama brewing

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[loveforsatoru]

hello !!!!!!!!!

I don't have anything specific, so idk, satoru with a five years old daughter? he would be such a cute and loving father 😓 i’m done, this life where I can't have satoru’s baby is killing me!!!!

this idea is so cute. i literally think about satoru as a dad all the time and it gives me major baby fever.

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you never once thought that you could ever be this happy. what did you do to deserve it? maybe it’s the universe paying you back for all the times you’ve suffered in life both alone and your relationship with satoru. you’d been dating since high school, but it wasn’t easy. there was so much ache, time spent apart, and issues that you didn’t know if you could overcome. sleepless nights, occasional arguments and interference from your jobs drove your relationship into rocky paths, but at the end of the day, he never forgot to tell you he loved you even when you felt like the most unloveable person alive. through all the difficult times, the highs and the lows, he was always there and never once intended on leaving, so he sealed that promise with a ring and his vows.

you got married a couple years after high school. you were only 22, but your life couldn’t have turned out more perfect. it’s been 10 years and the love never died down. if anything, it grows with each passing day. now that you have a five year old daughter together, there’s only more to look forward to in the days to come.

satorus been away on a mission for a few weeks and you still have no idea when he’s going to come back. it hurts your daughter just as much as it hurts you. everyday, she asks when he’s going to come home and it breaks your heart to tell her, “i don’t know, but it’ll be soon.” when you weren’t even sure yourself. thankfully, satoru could never forget about the two most important people in his life and remembers to call in the morning and before your daughter goes to sleep, never missing a day.

besides today. your phone hasn’t rang once and it’s making you uneasy, your head racing with the worst possible thoughts. you have faith in satoru and his strength, but you can’t help but worry about him. he works a dangerous job and coming home is never a 100% guarantee.

you’re snapped out of trance when you feel a tug on your dress and little voice. your daughter is looking up at you, small hands tightly balled around the fabric of your dress while her blue eyes, identical to her fathers start to well up with tears.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you ask, picking her up into your arms and brushing a strand of white hair away from her face.

she doesn’t say anything at first and just buries her face into your neck where she begins to cry.

you attempt to calm her down, patting her back and getting her to look at you once more, “please dont cry… tell me what’s wrong and i’ll make it better.”

she speaks through uneven breaths, chubby cheeks now stained with tear streaks, “i called daddy but he didn’t answer.” speaking these words only caused her to cry again and it breaks your heart.

“don’t worry, he’ll come back. he’s okay and he’s safe. he’s just busy.” but the words are a form of consolation to you too. you’re trying your best to remain strong for your daughter, but it’s hard. being a mom is hard.

you walk over to the couch in the living and sit down, setting her on your lap while you wipe away her stray tears.

“listen to me for a second, okay?”

she rests her head on your chest, her breathing still ragged, but she’s no longer crying.

“your dad works really really hard for us. he wants us to live a good life, so he can’t always be home and he can’t always pick up the phone, but he tries as much as he can. we just have to be patient and wait for him to come home again. but he loves you very much. if he doesn’t answer the phone, it’s because he’s busy, not because he forgot about you, okay? the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s forgotten about you.”

she nods her head in understanding before asking one last question, one you don’t know the answer to.

“but when will he come back?”

now, you’re the one who has tears prickling in the corners of your eyes as your throat begins to sting, “i don’t know.” you wish you knew. you wish you could tell her he’s coming back today or the day after, but the uncertainty nips at your thoughts constantly.

what you don’t expect is for satoru to be standing right outside the door to your shared home, overhearing everything you just said. it tugs at his heart strings, but he’s here now.

he digs through his pocket and pulls out his key to unlock the door, the familiar jangle echoing through the house and your daughter immediately runs up to the door, squealing when he makes his way inside.

he scoops her up into his arms and litters her face in kisses, holding onto her tightly, “i’ve missed you so much, munchkin.”

you stay frozen in your spot on the couch, going wide eyed as another tear falls down your cheek and you don’t even notice it.

he gives you a smile from across the room while your daughter babbles on and on to him about what he’s missed. he listens intently, cherishing the moments that she’ll be little for as long as he can.

“and at school, we went on a field trip to the park and i found a butterfly but it flew away,” she pouts, “daddy, can you get me a butterfly?”

he chuckles and nods his head, “of course i can.” he would never say no to her. she could ask him for a piece of the moon and he’d do it.

you watch as he tickles her belly and she erupts into laughter, grabbing onto his shoulder for support.

“i have a surprise for you,” he whispers, giving her cheek another big kiss.

she claps her hands together, “what is it?” excitement laced in her voice which makes satorus smile grow wider.

he shifts through his briefcase before pulling out a small box of munchkins, “munchkins for my munchkin!”

she lets out a near scream and takes the box in her grubby hands, already popping one in her mouth.

“daddy, say ahhh,” she says with a mouth full of munchkins.

satoru does as she tells him to and opens his mouth enough for her to feed one to him, “thank you, munchkin!”

your heart swells watching them interact. he’s a good dad. you both talked about being parents together so many times and now that it’s happened, it still doesn’t feel entirely real, like you’re dreaming, but if this were a dream, you wouldn’t open your eyes.

you stand up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, tighter than usual, inhaling his scent which you’ve spent all this time missing. you feel whole again and your nerves have eased up.

he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, “hi, sweetheart.”

“i missed you.”

he wipes your tears away with the pad of his thumb before wrapping an arm around you, the other holding your daughter, “i missed you more. both of you. gosh, i felt like i was gonna die if i had to be away for another day.” it may sound like an exaggeration, but to satoru it’s nothing less than the truth. it was agonizing to be apart from his wife and the mini version of him. he missed waking up next to you, missed helping your daughter with her homework and reading bedtimes stories before bed.

but you’re together again and that’s all that matters. you’ve never been more relieved to watch a familiar face walk through the door.

[humiliationstories124]

Submission from a follower, if you have a similar story, please feel free to share it with me

ok so i went to a halloween party hosted by a friend of mine in town. i took public transit as i live in the burbs but i dont have a car. i went as a wrestler, and when i was getting dressed i texted my friend the host to ask what underwear to wear under. he insisted i wear nothing under so i reluctantly agreed and showed up in just a blue singlet, shoes, and socks to this party.

it was a gay party and we had all been cooped up from all the covid precautions so it was verrry raunchy hahahah. i drank i think 6 beers. and i made out with a cowboy i didnt know and unfortunately for me got ROCK hard. because i was in the singlet, i couldnt exactly hide it and the lack of underwear made it even more prominent and visible. I got several looks from guys i didnt know as i went over to the corner to get soft. but my friend the host saw me and started talking with me and his eyes kept darting down and i could tell he was looking at my hard on. i should mention this friend and i are really tight. so when he casually reached down and traced the length of my shaft through the singlet with his finger i didnt mind, even though we were in his kitchen and other guys might have seen. i did kinda gasp in surprise and couldnt finish the sentence i was saying. he took that as an invitation to do it again, tracing from tip to balls, and i didnt have time to stop him cause i had drinks in my hands. but when he didn't stop after that i turned away blushing and laughed as I said quit it and he did.

well after a bit i was soft again and was ready to leave and actually kinda left in a hurry. now my journey home was to walk to the metro station, take the metro to the train station, wait for the night train, take the train about 20 minutes, then walk from the train station to my place. door to door about 90 minutes. i should have ubered looking back, but that was pricey cause it was halloween.

now as soon as i stepped outside, the cool air hit me and i had a realization: I needed to pee. i had had like 6 or 7 beers and they had gone straight through me. i considered going back to my friends place but i didnt want to miss the train and i was concerned if i peed some would get on my singlet and nothing would hide the spot since i had no underwear on.

so i walked to the metro station and waited for the metro and took that to the train station. as i was holding on to the standing bar in the metro i started squirming in my wrestling singlet and really considering whether i should go at the station. but i decided to hold it because those bathrooms are gross and the spot issue. If i peed at a urinal and some got on my singlet everyone would see and the train agent might have said something or worse, not let me on the train, which meant I'd have to wait til morning to get home. So i walked off the metro, passed the bathrooms and waited in the boarding area for the train. it was about 15 minutes before boarding, and i was kinda drunk so i was texting my friend to distract me but he was still winding down his party so he didnt respond much.

so when I finally got on the train i was pretty desperate. i got a couple of looks cause my face was contorted with the tension of needing to pee, so i embarrassingly sat toward the back by myself and tried not to grab myself since i was just in my singlet. I didn't want to look like i was touching myself and risk getting arrested or anything, so i was careful to keep my hands above my waist, relying only on my abs and thigh muscles to hold it in. I was squirming for sure, and I kept alternating between sitting and standing every few minutes, crossing my legs and shifting my thighs to help hold it in even as the pounding in my bladder got worse and worse. I was constantly looking out the window, willing the train to speed up, and looking down at my crotch to make sure no pee had escaped. 25 agonizing minutes later i finally got off the train, barely able to walk i had to pee so bad.

So i started walking to my building with all my muscles tensed on not pissing myself and trying not to grab my crotch.

I almost made it, but a little less than 3 blocks from my house, i suddenly heard a cop siren blare on the next street and heard the cop car as it drove away. the sound of the siren made me jump in surprise and...

It happened.

I started pissing in my singlet uncontrollably.

I tried to stop the stream but my muscles down there were so worn out so when i tapered the stream for a few seconds, I couldn't keep that up and the muscles forcibly relaxed and I went completely on myself. I was mortified and so mad at myself and being so close to home but not making it made me feel like a little bitch. I walked the remaining 3 blocks to my apartment in the wet singlet and had to wait around the corner, crouched in my soaked singlet for a minute while a group left so they wouldnt see me before hurrying in.

[munsster]

hi! could u please do smut on billy hargrove where the reader and him are very close friends and she wants him to take her virginity please 🥰🫣

nightingale

A/N: sometimes all u need is a very attractive close friend to take your virginity (gif cred: @julie-thefatones) IT ENDS SO CHEESY. DONT BOTHER ME

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary: Billy can’t resist when you beg him to take your virginity. 2.5k words.

Warnings: smut, mdni, 18+, billy hargrove, mild slut shaming, virginity/loss of virginity, possessiveness/jealousy, pet names (doll, babydoll), cursing, sex talk!teasing, fingers in mouths, gagging, discussion of his penis

In all honesty, Billy didn't think you were a virgin. He wouldn't have bet a cent on it. Not that he thought you were a slut or especially promiscuous or anything like that. He just figured you'd done it before. You're self-assured as Hell, and that's typically not a characteristic of someone who's never fucked or been fucked. At least, not in his experience. And Lord knows he's got plenty of it. So, in all honesty, when you beg him to take your virginity, it comes as a surprise.

"I'm sorry—what?"

So much of a surprise that it rouses a hearty laugh from the thick of his chest. It doesn't register that that 'please' was as genuine and whiny as a bitch in heat. It doesn't register that you've got your palms wrapped around his wrists and that you frown at his patronizing sense of humor.

"Well, if you don't want to, I'll find someone else to do it."

"No," and that contemptuous laughter stops hard in its tracks, "Never said I wouldn't do it." Because—and he'd die before admitting it, but—the thought of your legs wrapped around someone else's waist, your nails raking down someone else's back makes him physically ill. You're his girl. Have been since the day you pitched a dead-on fastball to the Hawkins dunk tank target just to see him flounder into the shallow pool.

Billy crosses his arms over his chest, still trying to swallow the fact that he would be the first one to ever lay hands on you like that and to that degree. He sizes you up with those steely blues just to make you feel small. But it doesn't work; it never works on you. Hence the whole virgin debacle. It's gotta be celibacy, right? There's no way you've never done it. Sure, you're a pain in the ass, but who doesn't love a good lookin' challenge?

Your eyes light up, and you're back to bouncing onto the balls of your feet—"So you'll do it? You'll fuck me?"

"Jesus Christ, sounds so vulgar comin' outta your mouth."

"Yeah, yeah, but you'll do it, right?"

"Sure, yeah, whatever. I'll do it."

"'Whatever.' You can say no—"

"Yeah, and I suggest you zip it before I leave you to some pervert with sweaty hands and a fuckin' combover," he grumbles, and you know he's joking, but you also know Billy's mean enough to mean it. You stick your tongue out at him and grin when he copies you and all is right with the world. Except for the fact that you're walking around with your virginity in tact.

"So what, you want me to take you out to dinner first or somethin'?

"Nah, nah, just... yunno... the dirty work—"

He shakes his head. "Alright—"

"Lay it on me, Billy, gimme that weak-in-the-knees treatment—"

"You're so fuckin' weird."

"I can't hear you, Billy Hargrove's gonna pop my cherry—"

"Gross." He shoves his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket, scraping his boots along the concrete towards his car, ignoring the annoyed looks from a what looks like a group of sophomore girls.

"Wait—!" You jog a few feet in front of him and stop him before he can reach for the shiny silver door handle. His cold eyes swoop across your cheek with a determined flicker in them that contests your own. "Gonna ask me when I'm free?"

He scoffs. "When are you free?"

"I dunno—"

"I don't think I've ever worked this hard for a piece of ass—"

"Shh! Just... would you play along? We're literally discussing the well-being of my sex life here," you jab, dramatic as ever leaning back against his car door with your arms crossed and your brows raised.

"Fine," he huffs, "How 'bout I swing by around... seven? The sun'll be set, and—"

"That sounds perfect. I'll see you at eight!"

You flit away with a grin, seemingly satisfied to have secured one more part of your future. Meanwhile, Billy's ducking into his car, flipping his zippo open-shut-open-shut compulsively to distract himself. Heart racing a mile a minute like he's the one with the pretty laugh and the soft hands and the virginity. How the Hell are you still a virgin?

Billy sat outside your house in his Camaro for half an hour, too stressed to smoke but too eager to go back home and take it out on some dumbbells. By the time he makes it to your front door, he's dripping sweat like he's fresh off the racetrack, and you ask him if he's okay like you care. Like he's here for anything more than a quick fuck.

He waits in his boxers for you to change in the bathroom, standing at the end of your bed and glancing over all of your posters. And the unlit candle on your desk. And the stacks of books in the corner. The trinkets and jewelry and stuffed animals and personality. The sun sinks lower and lower until the room is dark blue, the only source of indoor light a small, warm bulb plugged into the wall socket.

You come up behind him and scare him half to death with a cold hand on his shoulder. Only cold because he's overheating because he's in your bedroom because he's about to do the thing he's drooled and schemed over since the first time he saw you in a bikini.

"Don't go tellin' people about this, alright? Could be bad for business."

"Okay."

You're standing in front of him, batting your eyelashes in the dark, settling into the floor wearing little to nothing. Just a thin white bra and old panties. And for the first time, you seem small. Like you're trying to shrink in on yourself. And his nerves dissipate just enough for him to smirk to himself. He never thought he'd be able to make you nervous. That's one less bullet on his bucket list.

He can see your catty eyes flicking across the bare expanse of his chest like a bowl of warm milk. Like you'd dip your tongue in and lap at his ivory surface until the dish was clean. For the first time, he feels exposed. And he thinks he'd like to get used to it.

He also never thought your silence would fill him with such unease. You shift weight from right to left slowly, breathing deep and chewing the inside of your cheek. And your entire body goes stiff when he shuffles closer in the darkness.

"Feelin' okay?"

You nod.

"Hmm. One to ten?" he murmurs.

You mull it over and blow a puff of hot air up against your forehead.

"Considering I'm about to have mind-blowing sex, I feel like I should be at a ten."

He cocks a brow. "But?"

"But..."—you wring your palms, nervously feeling over the tendons and knuckles, like you're gauging their existence one more time—"I'm really fuckin' nervous," you huff.

He remembers that feeling. Not because he felt it at the same moment or for the same reason, but because it's the exact way you feel at the crest of a rollercoaster just before you plummet. The weightlessness of your stomach, the way your brain sort of short-circuits regardless of how great it is to fall. It's easy to forget the drop was the whole reason you got in line in the first place.

"No need to be nervous, babydoll. I'll be nice. Won't even bite," he says with a taunting shrug, "Unless you ask me to."

You cast your eyes down and drop your arms to your sides. He tilts his head, desperate for you to look back at him, for you to devour him with a look like that's all he's good for.

"What now?"

You take a deep breath.

"Thing is... I think I'd be okay if you weren't so nice this time around. If that makes sense," you sigh, shoulders slumping just a little further, "Just... treat me like one of your other hookups, you know? I mean, I'm not askin' to be slapped around or anything, but I'm not exactly made of glass."

Billy chuckles and his heart is beating so fast and all he can grumble out is: "I can work with that."

You beam up at him, catching the spark of the nightlight and reaching for his hand. It gives you a golden halo and sheds soft amber across the angles of his face. The slop of his nose and the tops of his cheeks a burnt yellow.

"Ready?" he hums.

You nod. "'M ready."

He dips down with all the sweet intentions in the world, only for you to tilt away. His lips meet your cheek, and even then, you feel the curve of a grin. He presses another to your temple, and you weave your fingers through the wild locks at the back of his head.

His nose nudges the soft shell of your ear as he whispers, "Still want me to take your virginity?"

You nod and he pulls away, curling his fingers into the back of your neck like a mother to its disobedient kitten. You coo and rest both hands on his chest, blinking hard when he grits his teeth into a smile.

"Say it."

"I—Billy," you say, shivering when his pinky brushes along the top of your spine.

"C'mon, don't go all quiet on me now. We're just gettin' started."

"Billy, please, I want—"

"Ah-ah."

"I need—I need you to fuck me, Billy, please take my virginity."

"That's my girl."

My girl, my girl, that's my girl. Billy. It’s only a whisper but it sends you both reeling; only his reeling is gritted teeth and yours is fluttering lashes. Sweet versus sour with his hand patting your hip and your fingertips ghosting over his skin.

"Knees."

"Billy—?"

"On your knees. Won't ask again."

"But I've never—"

"Shh, I know, just... trust me," he whispers. And as you lower to the floor, he realizes it's more than he's asked of anyone. It's more than anyone's offered. He's been violent and unkind—untrustworthy. And that kind of reputation makes people like you untrusting. Except, not people like you. Just people. Not you.

Admiration and lovesickness clouds the logical part of his brain, and in a panic, he slots his fingertips between your soft lips. You hold his wrist when he leers down at you like a cat. He coos softly above you when your tongue wets the pads of his fingers without a word more. If only your mouth was the problem. If only shutting you up would release your talons from his heart. No, you're locked in and you don't even know it yet.

"Billy," you cry, peeling his spit-slick fingers from your mouth and wiping at your cheek when you gag. He's ill over you, filled with thick and sugary warmth, forgetting how hard he is and how close your mouth is to his thighs.

"Sorry. 'M sorry, come to the bed." His thumb swipes across your jaw when you stand and settle into your mattress. Oh, and the way the moonlight washes over you is sinful. The way you're so close to being two bodies in baby blue. Instead of you and Billy and your virginity, you'll be together and defiled. Debauched and unwound.

You can't understand his sudden tenderness when he pushes the crotch of your panties aside and palms at himself. Why he leans down to nip at the soft and wet of your labia. Then glances up at you like heaven.

He rears back when you squeal, shocked at your awkwardness and sensitivity in his hands. And before that, it had felt natural. Like he had wanted to and was urged to. But you'd been none the wiser. And now you're tensing up at his touch simply because he couldn't keep his teeth to himself.

"Feelin' shy?" he says.

You let out a harsh breath that might've been a laugh if you hadn't gripped his shoulder and cooed. "Quit bein' mean, Billy. Skip to the good part."

He chortles and shakes his head, rubbing his thumb around your clit while shuffling out of his boxers.

"The good part, huh?" he huffs. He'd crack another joke if he could—if he wasn't distracted by the desire glistening over his fingers and your supple inner thighs. Wet and tempting especially because it's you.

He feels bad when you hiss but can't help himself from nudging deeper and closer in your tight warmth. You whine and whine about how thick and full and good it feels, and each little mewl beckons him closer until he's pressed to your chest, mindlessly drooling down your neck. If you'd let him, he'd lay this close for hours. With your hand on his neck and holding his waist while he drives his hips against yours.

The way you whisper his name against his ear makes him shudder, drill into you deeper, roll his hips wider. He'd foam at the mouth if it weren't for his ideals. Though, now, even those were slipping from him by the minute.

Love had never crossed his mind before. Maybe if his mother wasn't such a distant memory, it'd be a more prominent factor in his life. Maybe if he had someone to look after. Someone to look after him. Love was never a question of choice before, but now, while you're holding him in your careful arms and peppering kisses like freckles to his cheeks, maybe it could be. He could choose to stay this close forever and promise to be yours. His hard won reputation disintegrates when you lay your fingertips on him.

It all starts to feel a little raw. A little hotter and wetter and harder. Soft collisions turn to thuds, snaps, jolts. To keep him grounded in his ways, to keep him keen and wild. Your mouth hangs open at his cheek, your arms draped over his shoulders. You lie limp in his taut arms like he'll take care of you. Like he has any semblance of bedside manners. The rawness turns to tenderness, and you whine about the searing pain with a hand in his wet curls.

"Burns a little, Billy," you chirp, tilting your head back with a gritted smile.

"Drippin' down my leg, babydoll. Just a little longer," he grumbles. You nod. His back curls almost unnaturally. Animalistic and seemingly impervious, he cracks his hips against yours until the wet slapping fills the room and your headboard threatens to snap from the foundation. Your back arches, and you yelp when he slaps your thigh and groans in your ear.

"Atta girl," he sighs, pulling away and giving a few solid thrusts, as a makeshift goodbye kiss. Still licking his lips, but this time with the marks to show for it. He wears the hot pink from your nails down his back like armor, slowly pulling his soft cock from your cunt and rucking his boxers up to his hips.

"Jesus Christ," you huff, throwing your arms above your head. "You're fucking insane."

"And you're fucking tight. Poor guy's gonna need a couple'a days to recover."

"Oh, boohoo."

Billy slips back into his shirt and winks, "Don't worry, babydoll, he'll be ready for round two in no time.”

"Fuck you."

"Just did."

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[mocha-moo]

Dum mocha thoughts right?

So I am a huge fan of sushi right? So what if there was this sushi place that was an all you can eat buffet for like, 20 bucks. With it you would of course get your choice of drink. On the menu you would have some fairly generic drinks like soda, water, ect. But the big thing that catches your eye is a in house sake that is made right there in their restaurant.

So you think "to hell with it" and order it. When it arrives you are presented with a very cloudy cream colored sake served from a pretty looking light blue, semi transparent bottle. Its flavor is relatively sweet and milky, like Sayuri but with more emphasis on the cream flavor and sweetness of it. It's not half bad and you greedily sip it down as you wait for your first order to arrive.

When your order arrives and you enjoy your first tuna roll, and then you second and third. You feel a tightness in your shirt. Thinking that it might just have been because you ate three entire sushi rolls at this point and are kind of full from it. You were a tad bloated from it but nothing too crazy. What you failed to notice though is the weight starting to pack on in your chest.

Five, six, now seven rolls in different varieties and you could have sworn you would have normally been full by now. Siping on the milky sake to wash it all down, you feel your assets. Your chest has very, very, clearly swollen up. Your bra is almost bursting at the seams with how large they have gotten. Your big soft tummy is exposed for the world to see too! Its ridden up your beach ball of a belly and is the only thing concealing your chest from the rest of the world...for now

Eight, nine rolls in everything started to become hazy, not in the sense of you getting drunk but thoughts are now becoming hard to form. It feels nice just being to sit there and eat all you want and sip on the sweet milky stuff. Your shirt that has been torn in the center would disagree.

By the tenth roll any thought of you feeling full or concern that your bust would pop out of your shirt was gone. Speaking of shirt it is almost in tatters and only leaving but so much to the imagination. A nice lady offers you the sweet cream drink again. You guzzle it down greedily as you always have, and that's when the lady mentions "ma'am please follow me to the VIP section" her words are almost hypnotic. So you waddle yourself into a section you dont remember being there, but to be fair its not like you can remember much of anything now. You see other women like you, only almost all of them are much much bigger than you are, most of them hooked up to milking machines. Some are so big that they rest atop their chest, like a big milky bed.

You're situated in a medium stall like most of the others. She puts a collar on you attached with a large bell, on it the number "47" is etched in. "Congrats on the new job 47, this is your new home now" she says softly, laying a kiss on your chest.

It's been some time since you've been here, you've honestly lost count how many days, months, years? You're still unsure. On the plus side youve been moved to a large stall, your constantly being fed sushi, on top of that they keep giving you sweet milky stuff! It's super good tasting and stuff~. Your doomed to an ever milky eternity with breasts so large moving on your own is no longer possible. Is this really what you thought a 20 dollar all you can eat buffet was going to be?

I'm mostly testing formatting stuff with this. I don't usually post my horny writing thoughts on here but I might if people are interested! nwn

[thecameronchronicles]

Yours

TW: Public sex. Smut. Language. Spanking. 

SUMMARY: Your confession leads JJ to act.

WORD COUNT: 1400

REQUESTED:

Can you pls write JJ x Reader, JJ asks what do you want.. and you say “I want to be yours..”meaning his. It leads to him picking you up and making you fully his.. lots of smut because possessive JJ is the best!! He loves that you came to him asking him to be his.. since your always flirting but never coming across the line. Between being friends and more. Thank you so much, love your writing ❤️❤️❤️

Yours 

"JJ!" You called after him, watching him storm away from the section of the Boneyard less crowded, continuing still until you were completely alone. 

"Don't let me stop you, princess. Don't want to be the reason you give another random touron fucking blue balls, God knows you're good at it-" 

"Would you just talk to me?! Why are you so mad?" You pleaded, frustrated at how he seemed so possessive over someone who was just supposed to be a friend to him. But in truth, it had been a long time since the existence between you was solely platonic. If it ever was. 

"What's the point?" He suddenly spat as you called his name in repetition, his steps suddenly bringing you to face him as he was close enough to feel the heat from his breath. 

"You're just going to tell me I'm reading too much into it because you don't know what the hell you want." 

"Yes I do..." You explained in more of a whine as he crossed his arms. 

"This outta be good then. Tell me. What do you want princess? The attention of every guy from Kook to...crab? Because you've got it. Just like you always do. Like you always fucking have!" 

"You! I want you!" 

"No you dont." His response made you aggravated for a multitude of reasons. But nothing more than the fact you'd finally been able to say those words and he had rivaled you. 

"YES, I do!" 

"No, you don't. You feel bad for me. You pity me, you don't-" You silenced him, rushing across the brief distance between you and pressing your lips aggressively to his. 

"I want to be yours, JJ. It's all I've ever wanted, all I-" He dove back into you. Any semblance of reservation dissolving with each kiss until you felt him strengthen the eroticism with a tongue brushing your bottom lip. Once you parted your lips further, due to his tease, this acted as the final validation he needed as he raised his hand to your breast. 

"JJ-" 

"You want to be mine? Then that means I get to have all of you..." He explained, gripping the clasp of your bikini top in one hand until he could pull the fabric beneath the weight of your breasts. A greedy mouth warmed one as the other would find comfort in his warm but tight grasp. 

"It also means every one of those fucking moans from here on out belong to me, right?" 

"Yes-" 

"And every time you come. That will be because of me. Right?" 

"Please. Yes. Please." You spoke quickly as he bit onto your nipple, kneading it with his teeth as your fingers dug sharply into his muscles. 

"Oh my God!" You gasped as a hand now made its way into your jean shorts and panties, a smirk from him having broken your attempt to kiss him. 

"And you will only ever be this wet for me...Anyone else even tried and-" 

"Only you, JJ...please. Make me yours." 

"You have no idea what you're in for..." He growled as he watched your expression twist in response to his fingers tessing your sex. 

"Then show me." He lifted you around him, leading you to one of the decrepit trees lain forgotten on the beach, before you were set level with him. 

"Always teasing me with these goddamn suits...gonna kiss every inch and leave my mark on every part of you so you can wear whatever the fuck you want, but everyone knows only I get to touch you...." You nodded as he removed the bikini top completely, your exposed back clawed by his fingers, before he returned a hand between your legs. 

"JJ!" 

"You've yelled my name a lot...But something different about you doing it when you wanna come. So fucking desperate. Hot. Sexy..." 

"Yours." 

"Everything?" He teased as you nodded. A ringed finger finally granting you access to pleasure as you rode softly into him. But the presence of a second finger bent to join the first at the edge of your g-spot, had welcomed him with a feeling of arrogance to know how easily he could control you right now. 

"Those little whines? These perfect tits?" He asked, a second hand groping that soft skin, a kiss brought around those nipples once again, as you gasped in the heat of his kiss mixing with the heat he caused between your thighs. 

"This ass?" He asked, tearing you down from the trunk and facing you away from him. 

"Yes." 

"Then let me see what's mine, sweetheart. All of you. Just for me." You were shameless and bold, unabashed from his words, as you undressed for him. 

"Oh my God...But what will it do for ME? I already know you're stunning. I already know everyone else wants to fuck you. But what will your perfect curves and body do for ME?" He asked with a smirk as you felt him press you onto the tree. 

"Better do something fast or you'll freeze, princess." You turned quickly, fingers softly at his chest. 

"Whatever you want." 

"Show me how badly you want to be mine then. Show me what you're willing to do for it." You took his hint as he set his fingers beyond your cheek and into your hair, the same wrap remaining as you would then look up at him with doe eyes contradicting in sin and innocence. 

"You keep those eyes on me. I want to watch how much you want it." You nodded, removing his belt, resending the button of his shorts, and taking him beyond your puckered lips. His eyes rolled immediately as he pulled you along along him as he now used the tree as a means for stability. 

"Just like that..." He endorsed. 

"Fuck..." He became lost in the perfection of how you took him. Drool and tears mixed into a drip down your chin, breathless gasps and gags disregarded, all unified to offer him the pleasure in proving you truly wanted him. 

"You really do wanna be mine?" He asked, looking down to you, face almost in a wince or even angered, as he pulled you off of his cock, making you gasp, before he took hold of your jaw. 

"Then you're gonna let me come so deep inside you, you'll be dripping with me for days...weeks even." You nodded. 

"Please!" 

"Turn around. I wanna feel that ass against me." You obliged as he aligned himself onto your sex. 

"You're gonna be so fucking tight, I already felt it." He wrapped his hand at the back of your neck. 

"But you're gonna be loud for me, too. Let everyone know just how proud you are to be mine." Before you could speak even a word, he was inside of you, forcing you into the rough bark of the tree. But the mend from pleasure by his cock and fingers, you forgave him quickly. And in repetition as these battering pounds continued. 

"I thought we agreed you were proud to be mine?" 

"I am!" 

"Then why the fuck can't I hear it?" 

"Harder!" He slapped your ass, taking you against his shaft in hard bucks. Sporadic strikes to either cheek would echo between your pleas for 'more' as JJ was quick to oblige. But with each battering came the acceleration of his speed. 

"That's it isn't it baby? My cock's gonna make you come, isn't it? So close aren't you?" 

"F-uck-" You shuddered as he scoffed. 

"You're so fucking close, I can feel you clenching for me...But I need it all. Because I'm proud to be yours too, baby...And I'm gonna go back with you worn on me too." You nodded. 

"I'm gonna come, JJ-" 

"My girl's gonna come for me?" 

"Yes! For you, JJ!" 

"Then come, princess. All over this cock, all reserved for you-" Your eyes rolled as the pleasure surged through you. Buck after buck and pound after relentless pound continued through your high as your inner convulsions clenched him into his own. 

"Jesus fuck-" He managed before turning you to face him. 

"Mine, huh?" He asked, helping you redress as you nodded. 

"Yours…"

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[sensei-venus]

Pathetic Simp Behavior

(Unedited) ( @gemini-sensei , I know this is short but like lol😩) (Degradation Kink, Spit Kink,Slight Oral Kink)

It all started because of something stupid Hawk mentioned while they where hanging out together.

“Remember when you use to say “ Id let someone spit on me” when we were in school? You were such a simp back then man.”

That was what landed Demetri on their bed, hands tied up behind his back with one of his work ties. His hands twitched in both excitement and nervousness and his nails dug into the skin of his palms. He could feel the way beads of sweat rolled over his chest and back. He wanted to chew his lip until it bleed at this point.

“Hawk was right, you are a nasty little simp aren't you? I didn't think you could be this pathetic, I thought he was exaggerating. I guess not.” Readers voice was filled with sarcastic questioning. She was purely trying to mock him for his current behavior.

He was completely naked on their bed, sitting pretty on the soft sheets just for her.

She was loving it.

“Dont fucking look at me like that you nerd, look at you, your loving this. You like it when I’m mean to you. Uh, you are so pathetic.”

Demetri tried to stop the moan that was deep in his chest from bubbling up. He bit the inside of his cheek as he looked up at her. His dick was hard and dripping against his belly. The reader had left him there for over two hours, telling him that he had to wait for her to come back before she could even try to do anything. If he didn't then she wasn't going to “play” with him for a whole week. He yelped when she slapped his thigh before leaving the room.

He had no idea where she and gone. He didn't hear the front door open or close so he knew she was somewhere in the house and didn't leave him.

Then she came back and started mocking him.

And it made him even harder, his dick straining and looking for any attention possible. He felt himself twitch and wished that he could touch himself. That she would touch him just a little. His balls felt heavy and tight and he wanted to try and jerk up just to feel something. But he knew that would only make Reader mad and possibly leave again so he stopped himself from moving around too much.

He breath was hot against his cheek, she smiled at him. Her full lips were pouted as she looked him over with thy big bright smile, like she had done nothing wrong. Like being mean to him by mocking him and leaving him alone and tied up in their room wasn’t a big issue. His cock twitched between his legs.

Pre slid down his shaft from his engorged tip. Her hands slowly worked from his thighs and ghosted across his belly and over his chest.

She roughly gripped his face with one hand, jerking himself by the chin to look at her. Her eyes shifted to a hard glare and her smile whipped away and was replaced by a deep frown. Her tone was harsh as she spoke down at him.

“Now are you going to be good for me or do I have to leave you here all blue balled and winning like a stupid babbling moron.”

“I-I be good! I-I promise, whatever you want I'll do! Please just touch me do anything to me just please-”

“Your so fucking whiny! Shut up.”

A scowl crossed her face making him whimper.

He couldn't help the moan that left his lips as she jerked his face around again. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared up at her, his legs closed tightly.

“Open your mouth, wide, tongue out.”

He did as she said and obeyed her command. Sticking his tongue out flat, her fingers pulling at the skin of his chin as he did what she asked. He whimpered at the slight pain of the pinch.

His eyes widened as he watched her pucker her lips up and she moved closer to his face.

He watched as a fat glob of spit bubbles between her lips and gather until it threatens to fall. He watches as a fat glob falls from her lips and onto his tongue. His toes curl as he feels her warm spit fall onto his sensitive out stretched tongue.

The clear sting from her lip snaps as the last of it falls onto his tongue. Suddenly her hand that was holding his chin was gone and moved to his cheeks. She took both of her hands on either cheek, hooking her fingers into his open mouth as she looked down at him. She smirked as she watched him squirm in her hold.

She screeched his mouth open.

“Now swollen my spit you stupid bitch.”

He slowly pulls his tongue back into his mouth, her fingers leave his mouth briefly but her hands stay on his cheeks. He slowly gulped, the thick saliva mixed with his own as he let it slide down his throat.

One of her hands move down to his fat cock, it was completely covered in his own pre and leaking all over the place. It dropped down his shaft and balls and made a mess of his thighs and pelvis. Some even made a mess under him. It pooled under his balls and stained the sheets with a dark spot. She pumped him just a few times, her soft palm cradling his throbbing cock.

He shot off like a rocket on her hand, splattering rope after rope of cum into her hand and all over his belly. A white mess all over himself and his girlfriend's hand. He moaned and grunted as his hips bucked up with every spurt of cum. Balls emptied with every passing second. His eyes rolled back and his hands clenched up behind him.

“You did so good for me Demetri, such a good job. I want to do that again really soon.” she smiled as she licked her cum-covered hand and giggled at his blissed-out face.

[dylanmunson]

summary: okay okay so picture this, your Dustin's older cousin, you arent a 'freak' but you arent 'popular' either, prom is around the corner and everyone had dates, apart from you, the guys from hellfire arent to fussed about prom, but dustin is certain he, mike,will and lucas are all going. 

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Sitting round the table with your younger cousin and his friends as they plan out for their next campaign for hellfire, you grin at your aunt as she is talking on the phone to her coworker. You let out a big sigh as the word prom leaves her lips, you roll your eyes dropping your spoon back into your bowl, dustin frowns and turns to you. 

'whats wrong?' he grins putting down his notes 'just prom' you chuckle sitting back running a hand through your hair 'well you can come with us' he chuckles you smile softly shaking your head 'dusty id love to but i dont wanna play babysitter' he nods understanding 'thats steves job' you grin biting your lip, dustin rolls his eyes and chuckles along with you. The subject of prom quickly dropped as he goes back to his notes. 

Its currently wednesday and your sat in your seat in maths class waiting for Ms. O Donnell's to come in when your crush Joshua Long walks over to you grinning, 'hey sweetheart, i was wondering if you'd want to go to prom with me' you go red in the cheeks and nod 'yeah okay' he smile down he chuckles handing you a folded note before walking away. You grin to yourself and kick your legs under the table. Ms O Donnell's enters the room shortly after followed by Eddie Munson the school freak, who wasnt at all as half as bad as what everyone made him out to be. You smile at the boy as he takes the seat next you. You hand him a pen and a piece of paper knowing full well he hadnt brought his own 'thanks sweetheart' he chuckles leaning back into his chair. 

The rest of the day drags on for what feels like forever, you see dustin in the hallway talking to his friends and the rest of hellfire, he smiles and waves for you to come over. 'whats up dusty?' you grin patting his head, he shakes his head 'we've got a meeting after school, would you be able to pick me up?' he smiles holding his hands together 'please?' you chuckle nodding 'of course dusty, we can get dinner afterwards as well yeah?' you smile 'you are the best cousin!' he grins hugging you tightly, you chuckle rubbing his back 'meet me out front okay' you grin before walking to your next class. 

The end of the school day slowly came by and you sat on the hood of your car waiting for dustin to come out, you had been in the library finishing up some homework until that point. All of the members of hellfire walk out of the double doors laughing, you grin in their direction 'hey Dust! do your friends need a lift as well?' you smile playing with your nails the four younger boys grin and race to your car before arguing who's in shotgun, you chuckle getting into the drivers seat waving off at the older hellfire players. 'So where to' you grin at your cousin and his friends as they begin arguing over food. 

It was now Saturday and you had gone to the mall with Robin to look for a prom dress, nothing was catching your eye and you just sighed and fell into the dressing room chair 'i just want to look good rob' you sigh she chuckles 'and you will y/n, you'll be the prettiest princess at the ball' she grins taking your hand before twirling you round, you chuckle pulling her into a hug, you and robin had always been close like this 'thanks rob' you smile sighing, she nods 'i think i have an idea' she grins before pulling your hand and into another shop. 

Pulling you into a shop she pushes you lightly into the dressing room before running out and grabbing what she wants before handing it to you in the dressing room, 'really robin?' you chuckle, she hums in response 'just put it on!' she chuckles, you do as told and look at yourself. 'oh wow' you smile softly, a long baby blue dress covers your body, the chest bit hugging your boobs, as the rest of the material from your hips puffs out like a big princess dress. 'robin this is beautiful' you chuckle she grins as you open the door 'i know' she smiles 'the princess shall go to the ball' you look at yourself in the mirror again then at the dress. 

You both go to Scoops after buying the dress, since robin works there you get free ice cream, you chuckle as you sit in the booth laughing at something steve had said, or more tired to say to one of the girls at the till before she gave him an evil look and walking out the shop. 'well well well if it isnt little miss henderson' you can hear the smile in his tone 'well well well if it isnt the towns freak' you grin facing eddie 'oh im wounded' he chuckles holding his hand over his heart. 'what are you ladies up to on this fine saturday afternoon' he grins looking at you and robin from his booth, you shrug 'we just brought y/ns prom dress' she grins, eddie smirks and pushes his empty bowl of ice cream away before moving over to your guys booth 'mhm, fancy' he chuckles bowing his head as he tries to peak a look at the dress in the dress bag 'uhh nooo' you chuckle moving the bag 'get your chocolate fudge fingers off of the dress munson' you grin, he nods putting his hands up, 'see you later henderson' he chuckles before walking out the shop. 'hes so strange' robin grins, you shrug and go back to your icecream. 

Its the day of prom and dustins mum is helping do your hair as you sit and read one of your old comics, the nerves hitting you as she pins in the curls to let them sit, 'oh sweet your going to look amazing' she grins doing the finishing touches you smile at her as she walks over to the kitchen turning the timer off. 'be a dear and grab dustin' she chuckles, you nod running up the stairs 'dusty!' you shout 'whatt' he chuckles opening his door 'your mother wants you' you smile softly, he nods you smile and turn to go to your room to start doing your makeup. 

'y/n the guys are here!' dustin shouts as you hear foot steps running up the stairs, you chuckle finishing off your eyeshadow and opening the door, still in your pjs and your hair all rolled in curlers. 'hii' you grin only expecting to see the younger hellfire club members. 'hey sweetheart' eddie grins leaning against the door 'oh my god' you blush quickly closing the door, you hear him chuckle, you shake your head and open the door 'dustin why didnt you tell me all of your club was here!' you shout, he grins and shrugs his shoulders 'sorry' he mumbles eating a cookie his mother had made. 

Joshua had told you he would pick you up at 7pm to take you to prom, it was now 6:49pm and you decide to finally get into your dress so dustins mother can take photos of her niece and son. you take one last look into the mirror and grin removing the last curler and smiling softly at your reflection, you truly felt like a princess, you felt good for once, you put on your little heels and walked down the stairs. 

You grin as everyone turns to you 'hii' you mumble going red 'oh sweet you look beautiful' Dustins mum smiles walking up to you and holding you by the arms, you nod and smile at her, the last year had be difficult on you, having lost your mother at a young age and then your dad just upping and leaving you, Dustin and his mum were your only family right now. 'oh wow, you clean up nice' you grin at the hellfire crew, they all grin at you 'stop it making me blush' eddie says 'photos?!' Dustins mum grins grabbing her camera, you chuckle nodding. Everyone standing up and getting into place for some photos. 

it was now 7:05pm, Joshua still hadnt arrived, Dustin and the younger hellfire boys were still sat eating cookies that his mother had made, you said nervously playing with your nails 'he'll come! probably just nervous' his mother grins getting up to grab everyone another drink. 

7:45pm and still no sign of Joshua 

8:10pm everyone buy dustin and eddie had left to go to prom, dustin wanting to wait with you for company and eddie because dustin would need a lift, or so thats what he told everyone. 

9:35pm and still no sign of joshua, you had taken your heels off at this point and your nails were chipped from picking at them, dustin was now on the phone and his mother was in the kitchen keeping herself busy. 'you what?' dustin shouted, getting your attention, 'he what?' he shook his head, eddie looked at you and then to dustin before getting up and going over to the phone 'who is it?' he mumbles, dustin mumbles back but you cant quite make out whats being said, dustin hangs up the phone and they both looked pissed. 

9:45pm and dustin and eddie had finally come back to where you were sitting 'wha- whats going on?' you mumble, knowing full well youve been stood up, tears now filling your eyes. 'hey no dont' dustin mumbles coming to sit next to you 'im so stupid dusty' you mumble hiding your face into your hands 'why did i think he'd actually want to take me to prom' you mumble sniffing, fanning your face to stop the tears but it doesnt help. 

Dustin sits there and doesnt know what to say 'he didnt stand you up' he mumbles, you look at him 'well he did but i mean hes there' he shrugs 'what?' 'apparently he was dared to ask you to prom, he was always going with Jennifer' he sighs looking at you with sad eyes, you let out a sob as if your heart had just been ripped out, not only had you been stood up but it was all a lie. All a dare. You really thought you had a chance with your crush. 

 Eddie stands up from his seat and shakes his head 'such bullshit man' he says  'dont waste your tears on him sweetheart' he mumbles taking your hand into his 'not worth it' he says kissing your hand, dustin looks at eddie then at you 'how bout we show him what hes missing huh?' he says, you shake your head 'no' you mumble, 'i feel stupid' you sob both boys sigh, eddie pulling you into a hug 'come on' you shake your head again 'im so stupid' you cry getting up and running to your room. 

Eddie sighs and follows you up, dustin not saying a word as he does 'hey sweetheart' he says knocking on your door 'how about we go just for one dance?" he mumbles as he opens the door slightly, you shake your head 'sweetheart' he mumbles seeing your sobbing figure on the bed, he walks over and sits beside you rubbing your back 'oh sweet' he mumbles, he pulls your hair to the side and rubs your shoulder 'come 'ere' he mumbles pulling you into a hug 'im so stupid' you mumble, he shakes his head 'no your not' he mumbles into your hair 

after some convincing from eddie, dustin and robin at this point you had made your way to the school for the last part of prom, your heels long gone, your feet now covered in your converse and your hair in a half up half down kinda style to keep it out of face as you tried to fix your makeup, Eddie looked at you from the drivers seat, 'ready sweetheart?' he smiles, you nod slowly 'i suppose' you mumble, you can hear the music from his van, dustin long gone off to find his friends. 

'Eddie?' 'mhm' he hums as he helps you out of the truck 'why are you here? this isnt your type of thing' you half smile he chuckles nodding 'well' he grins wrapping his arms around your waist slowly rocking back and forth to the music, you chuckle putting your arms around his neck 'dustin had convinced me, i originally said no, but i uh' he sighs shaking his head 'i saw you and robin and you had your dress and i uh' he grins nodding 'you what?" you smile up at him 'i guess i wanted to see the pretty princess at the ball' he smiles softly. you shiver a little, which he notices quickly pulling away and pulling his denim jacket from the van wrapping it around you. 

'i wanted to ask you but then he did and i uh' he sighs, you nod leaning your head on his chest 'thank you' you mumble looking up at him again 'eddie?" he hums down at you 'i uh' you sigh leaning closer 'hmm?' he hums again 'fuck this' you mumble and pull his neck closer to you, letting your lips touch. he smiles into the kiss before pulling away taking a breathe before pulling you in for another kiss you grin  wrapping your hands around his neck as his hands go to your waist. 

'woooo' you hear in the distance, grinning you pull away and hide into his chest, he chuckles 'hey!' you hear dustin shout making you laugh 

you turn to see all your friends at the double doors looking at your and eddie 'its about damn time' robin chuckles, you bite your lip looking back up at eddie 'i mean' he chuckles 'i may have had the biggest crush on you for the longest time' he chuckles going red. 

you nod 'i can deal with that' you grin pressing your lips against his again. 

[hppjmxrgosg]

So please feel free to ignore this if you would prefer not to answer, but do you have any DP fics you would recommend? Just something we could check out while we patiently and lovingly wait for your next chapter release? Crossover or non crossover both are welcome.

Hey! Sorry this took me so long to get to! I don't have a lot of DP fic saved (i have a weirdo fic filing system its weird im weird dont worry about)

BUT!! i do have quite a collection. (and a few of them are dp so bonus!)

so here is a like. a fic rec list ig? just some of my faves. >:)

(i feel like these always reveal an uncomfortable amount about a person but fuck it we ball)

Completed Fics I Think Are Just 🤠

Salvage: Atla fic. Zuko centric. Very found family. Angst? heavy. Vibes? immaculate.

Deeper, Darker: Danny Phantom & Stranger Things. when i tell you this fic rocked my shit- its very long, very dark, very horror-core. excellent world building.

Sticks and Stones: Harry Potter & Naruto HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE OKAY JUST HOLD ON is there anything more pro trans rights than taking a funky lil guy, a traumatized lil assassin child soldier guy, and using him as a way to wreck the shit out of the Harry Potter Universe? Didn't think so, next question.

(Anbu kakashi gets sent to hogwarts to fuck shit up. he succeeds)

All The Leaves Are Brown (And the sky is gray): Marvel. Bucky Barnes & Tony Stark centric (but in absolutely not the way you think) i actually think this one is pretty funny. a good time if you're depressed 💅 yk what im saying?

Unmasked: Spider-Man: what it says on the tin. when i tell you this was a roller coaster to read on live updates- but shorty pulled through ✊😔 spider-man and Harley keener centric. quality shit if you asked me. i havent read the second part of this series but this one slapped so lmk.

Incomplete But Updating Fics That I Think Are Just 🫡

The File: Percy Jackson & The Avengers. when i tell you guys this is one of the greatest things i have ever read in my life- its so good. its actually a series. i have read every word. this is the fic that inspired me to write VC. I will never stop thinking about it. in my head completely rent free. not like the other PJxMarvel crossovers ✨

the first step of kintsugi: marvel, spider-man and the punisher. i just think it's neat. (i say as i am literally dying over this fic) so good. dynamic 9000.

This Boy's Too Young to Be Singing the Blues: Marvel, Spider-Man & DAREDEVIL this time (bc i am a sucker for spider man and a sucker for daredevil and 1+1=🤠 yk what im sayin?

Friendly neighborhood vigilante: DP x DC!! (what you came for lol) not danny centric. Jazz/Jason (power couple fr)

lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood: dp x dc . honestly? slay. a touch disjointed in the beginning but over all ✨quality✨ and (from what i can tell) semi frequent updates so double slay.

i have a few more but i hit the link limit so ill just name them and you should be able to track em down on ao3 with a lil searchy search ya feel?

Padfoot And Hound by SayItAll

Harry Potter & Naruto (i am so mentally ill what do you want from me)

i am sooooOo normal about this one guys. sooOoOoOo normal. guess when this was first published? 12/18/2020 i have been live reading this thing for the past two years. I love it so much.

The Victory Series by ewfte

Naruto & Boku No Hero Academia

its incomplete and discontinued so be warned but it is so good. SO good. just. I cannot even express.

and ofc The Ghost of Heroes by Enigmaris (DP x Marvel) and Ghost in the NYC by ASharksReadingGlasses (a fic inspired by comics by the-stove-is-on-fire) also DP x Marvel

these two i really think are kinda staples of the marvel x dp side of the phandom so vibes. if you haven't read them you're missing out on your culture.

this is a really long post but these are just some of my faves or what im reading right now. in any case, vibes.

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

S1 Ep6

Tell it to the frogs

Warning: abuse, language and lots of valance as well as gore if you are younger then 14 please don't read

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I woke up from another nightmare that had been clouding my head all night and to my great disappoint I was still alive that's also when I felt something lying on my waste and when I opened my eyes it was an arm, decoreted with freakels...Carl's arm.  I got up slowly and held his arm over his head before dropping it and scaring the shit out of him.  "what was that!" he said looking left and right, 'next time watch where you arms are' I threw the notepad in his lap,  "oh sorry! by the way me and Shane are gonna go catch frogs if you wanna come" he asked getting up his hair all messy and handed me the notepad.  'no' "awh come on! please just this once please, please, please" he begged.  'if I go will you leave me alone' I asked and he nodded his head.  'fine' "thanks!" he said then walked out of the tent.  I followed.  "Rayne come with me we have to change those bandages" Carol said and I nodded following her into Dales RV

"That's a lovely necklace, do you believe in God?" Carol asked me and I shoke my head. "I see, well all done" she said and I nodded and walked out of the RV. "Rayne mind helping me with some laundry?" Lori asked hanging up what could only be one of Carl's boxers I was about to shake my head when someone grabbed my hand, there hands were warm, I then looked over to see Carl. "Sorry mom but I need Rayne right now!" he said then ran off still holding my hand.

"Your welcome I got your out of chores" he said and I snatched my hand away Carl then stopped in his tracks and let out an almost blood curdling scream he then turned around and ran towards Lori and the others revealing a walker eating a deer, everyone then crowded around it when it stood up but I quickly stabbed it in the head, I felt everyones horrified gazes on my back but shrugged passed it and walked back to camp

-

After a while everyone came back to camp, including Daryl

I already picked up that he was a hot head, so there gonna have a fun time explaining what happened to his brother, they all then started to get physical and push against each other, acting like they had the balls to do shit

I also found out that Rick (Carl's dad), Daryl, T-dog and Glenn were going on another run to go fetch Meral, they then started talking about how the camp needs more guns and more stuff to protect it, I then got up and grabbed my notepad handing it to Daryl. 'Can I go' "hell no, your still injured and a little girl goin' into a big city full of walkers no thank you" he said and handed me a notepad back.

Worth a shot

"Dad i-i don't want you to go" Carl shuddered and but Rick didn't listen they all then said there goodbyes me Lori and Carl sat on top of a blue car watching everything go down. "Rayne? Do you know how to shot that" Lori asked pointing to my gun and I shrugged. "Is that a kinda?" she asked and I nodded. "Revolves are sick! Mom and I see it!?" Carl asked. "No Carl there not toys" Lori said and Carl let out and annoyed sigh and walked back to his tent Lori then followed after.

You really dont know how good people have it, till you don't have anything at all.

"Rayne! Come on Shane's gonna teach us how to catch frogs!" before I could even answer Carl yanked my hand and lead my towards the pond

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Carl's POV:

We had been at it for a while when me and Rayne lost the net while we were looking something tripped me and I fell into the water getting soaked I looked over at Rayne and seen that she was hiding a small smile when she looked at me she started to giggle that giggle then turned into a small laugh while she was laughing something tripped her to making her get soaked we made eye contact once again and at the same time bursted out laughing till our stomachs hurt and our faces red. "Your face is all red!" I said and she splashed me I quickly returned the favor, this turned into a huge splashing fight

Seeing Rayne smile

It felt nice, sure I didnt know anything about her but she was cold, that I did know.

I then noticed how blood was soaking through Rayne bandage. "Rayne your wound" I said and she looked down at the blood and shrugged, I honestly didn't think she cared and while I was distracted she grabbed the bucket and poured water all over me making me even more drenched we then started chasing each other, "ay!Carl" mom said, me and Rayne stopped right in our tracks. "What did I tell you about coming down here?" she asked. "But Shane said we could catch frogs" I said. "Doesn't matter what Shane says it matters what I say, now common back to camp" she said, I was disappointed this was the most fun I had since this all started and Rayne, something inside of me told me she needed this.

Raynes pov:

Do I really deserve this? The feeling of happiness, do I really deserve to have fun? After everything I caused? then the pain hit I hissed feeling the wound on my shoulder open. "Are you okay?" Carl asked trying to help me but I pushed him away and nodded, he gave me a look of sympathy, I hated that look, it made me feel weak

I am far beyond that.

Name: unknown

Nickname: Rayne

Walker kills: 3

Living kills: 2

Age: 9

[sheainlondon]

back of my mind. [b. chilwell]

inspiration: back of my mind — maria isabel <3

“i knew your love came with a price.”

ok so this is my first post on tumblr, i read a lot but i rlly wanna try writing so if anyone even sees this pls dont judge 🥺❤️

- also when i do write i tend to write in third person bc its a lot easier for me to describe things but i wanted to try first <33

I sat comfortably in the broadcaster booth, my little cousin on my lap as I slid on his headphones, then mine.

I watched Asher every Sunday, since my aunt and uncle had strange work hours. Asher always behaved and was a great boy, but even they needed a little alone time.

He liked coming to work with me and watching the football games, or pitching me his ideas for goal celebration calls.

He’d recently just started playing football, and with time became a huge Chelsea supporter, and was a big Mason Mount fan.

I myself of course enjoyed watching the blues as well, which is of course why I chose to intern there. But nonetheless, there was a little… history there.

The second half had already started, with the Blues up 1-0.

But as time went on, Watford started to press more and more, which eventually ended in a late goal from the other side.

The game now tied at 1-1, I began to tense up. We weren’t really gonna tie on the last game of the season, right?

As the clock ticked on, Lee sighed and took off his headphones. He rubbed his temples, then turned to me, “I gotta get down there for the postgame stuff. You and the big guy got it, right?” He joked, ruffling Asher’s hair.

“Yup!” I nodded, as Asher giggled, getting up from my lap to sit in Lee’s seat.

As soon as Lee left an incoming substitution came up on the screen in front of me.

‘Ben Chilwell >’

‘Mason Mount <‘

“Who’s that?” my cousin asked, trying make sense of the unfamiliar name.

“Ben Chilwell, he’s been injured.” I said slowly, hoping the bell doesn’t ring for him that it was my ex-something.

“Oh. Alright,” he grinned, “You should say, ‘Please welcome back, Ben Chilwell!’“ he exclaimed, stressing each syllable in his name.

“Sure, why not?” I giggled, swiping my blonde curls out of the way before getting the microphone ready.

The referee then gave his cue, as I came onto the mic.

“Substitution for Chelsea, number nineteen— Mason Mount.”

My voice echoed throughout the stadium as Asher looked at me in awe. I smiled and winked back.

As I watched Mount leave the pitch and hug Ben, a hint of nostalgia tampered with me as I closed my eyes and said into the mic,

“Please welcome back, number twenty-one— Ben Chilwell!” I exclaimed, as the crowd rose and buzzed, ecstatic for his return.

Sad happiness filled me, as I turned off the microphone and stood up, clapping along with them.

As he settled into his position, his head turned and looked up at me in the booth

Our eyes locked.

He nodded, with a heavy smile.

I gave him a thumbs up, just as Asher realized what was going on and got up on his chair to wave at him too.

The game resumed, and the ninety minute mark came.

James had the ball, and just made a splendid move to trick the Watford defenders, before putting in a beautiful cross, that perfectly directed off of Barkley’s head… into the goal!

I threw my hands up in excitement, before high-fiving Asher.

Quickly, I grabbed the microphone once more,

“Goal, Chelsea! Number eighteen… Ross Barkley!”

The three stoppage time minutes went quick, as the final whistle blew and the crowd erupted in cheers.

I watched the players intermix to congratulate each other, then signed off and wished everyone a good evening and safe drive.

Next, we had to get down to the pitch for the awards, speeches, goodbyes, etc.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ:*

As Asher and I arrived on the pitch, Azpi had just finished his speech and congratulated Mount on his phenomenal season and was handing him his player of the year award.

Mason Mount highlights began to play on the Jumbotron above, and families flooded out behind us.

I located Lee, and we began to set up the interviews as the players took their appreciation lap.

We interviewed Rudiger first, then Thomas Tuchel.

“Y/N!” my brother tugged at my jacket as we waited for the next player. Asher then started to speak super fast and jump around at the sight of Mason Mount and Reece James.

“Woah, woah, slow down!” I giggled, squatting down to his height as Lee looked down on us and laughed.

“Go enjoy the last day, Y/N. It’s been a pleasure having you in the booth,” he nodded, as I got up and went to shake his hand, in which he enveloped me into a hug instead.

“No Lee, it’s been a pleasure working for you. Thanks for everything.” I smiled.

“But first how about I get Asher here a photo with Mason Mount, yeah?”

I grinned, as I saw number nineteen approach the interview booth, “He’d love that,” I watched as Asher’s eyes lightened at the sight of the young man.

“And wait,”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Will you go say hi to Ben for me?” he winked, before his eyes drew forward towards a man in blue who seemed to be lost in the crowd without any family.

I slightly shook my head, but smiled.

I had to say hi.

Every time I’d look through my office window out at the training grounds I’d see him in the parking lot, as he’d be coming in for recovery.

And I’d wondered if anything had changed.

We both knew what we were getting into when we started seeing each other, with me being in the United States most of the time for school and him being a full-time football star.

But we knew that night in New York that it was time to say goodbye.

He took pieces of me when he left.

Just like how I kept pieces of him when he walked away.

“Go on,” Lee ushered me further onto the pitch, as my green eyes comfortably met Ben’s blue ones, to which he quickly looked away from.

I still saw oceans in his eyes. That’s one thing that never changed.

My air forces inched over the gorgeous green grass of Stamford Bridge, as my eyes flickered down and focused on the faded lines of where it had been perfectly cut.

I finally looked up, and I was just inches away from him. He was now coming towards me as well.

As soon as we were close enough, Ben wasted no time to envelop me in a huge hug. I smiled into his smelly jersey that held a faint smell of his familiar cologne.

“I didn’t believe Azpi when he said you worked here now.” he finally said, as we shared an understanding silence with each other.

“Interning, just interning,” I replied, as he hugged me tighter, “I’m sorry I never found you when I first started here. I guess I was just scared.”

He finally pulled away and looked me in the eyes, a soft smile locked onto his face.

“I think we both were.” he nodded.

Nobody spoke as we both took in the buzz of the bridge.

“Any plans this Summer?” I asked, breaking the silence, only wanting to hear his voice and everything about him.

“Yeah, I’m leaving town in a few days. I’m obviously not participating in the Nations League with England so it’s probably gonna be a pretty light next couple of months.”

“Nice,” I nodded, as I nervously tapped my left foot a little bit.

“What about you?”

“Oh, you know me… the normal rounds. New York, California… maybe even Italy this year.”

He nodded.

We both couldn’t deny there was an undeniable sadness between the two of us, not to mention Ben’s absent family members.

“Parents couldn’t make it?” I asked breaking into a new conversation, still in search for his missing loved ones.

“No,” he looked down, studying the ground as if he were in search of something down there.

His eyes glistened as they finally came back up, I could tell it was bugging him that nobody showed on the last day. His family was always first for him.

“I bet some of the other boys family’s couldn’t—“ I started, as his hand moved under my chin and pointed my face up towards him.

He looked as if he was ready to cry, as his hand dropped from under my chin and a sad smile overcame his face, “I just wanna look at you.” he gulped, “Forget about them… forget about everyone else. It’s just you and me again. Even after all those days we spent apart… you still sat at the back of my mind every single one of them.” he shook his head. He went from seemingly being unhappy with his parents to being upset about us.

“We knew it’d come with a price.” I assured, trying to shed light on the main reason we failed.

“I know,” our eyes stayed connected as he fidgeted with the hem of his jersey, “But right now, I-…” he stuttered.

“What?” I frowned.

Ben looked down at me as a ray of sun had moved onto us. He then raised his arm and slid it over my shoulder, softly declaring, “I think you’re all I need.”

[o-chinelo-da-luisa]

Older Men Energy

Back when I was about 18 years old, I was taking swim classes in a gym at my home town. The pool was shared with other classes, like water aerobics.One day, at the end of the class, I was chilling in a jacuzzi and notice and older guy, in his 60's, hairy, chubby, not very tall, grey hair and well trimmed mustache. I will never forget, he was wearing blue speedos with matching pool slippers. The speedos were thight and you could see his bulge on them. I didnt know why, but I couldnt take my eyes off him.-"Is it possible I am phisically and sexually attracted and arroused with him?" - I thought... When I look inside my shorts, my teenage dick was answering me. I couldnt leave the tub for a while.My stiff didnt go away, so I waited for his class to be over, rolled my towel in my waist and walk fast to the lockerroom.I knew I could wait there to see him. He entered a few minutes later, his locker was right next to mine Coincidence, right? He looked ate me and said with a stern voice:

-"Are you ok, kiddo? You look like you saw a ghost in me" - and smilled. I was staring at him, so I think i wasnt being very discret...but whatever.

-"I am, Sir!" - I said...what else was I going to say. Even I didnt know what was happening. I was discover my sexuality, I had lost my virginity with a girl a few weeks early. Everything was new to me. Then all my world was rocked, he striped naked to go shower and there it was, right next to me, he stand up and his dong was right next to my face. All my body shook a little with the excitement. I wasnt brave enough to say something, so I did the second best thing I could do. Waited for him to go shower, took his white sweaty underpants, his socks and his sneakers and went to the bathroom to jerk off. A sock in my dick, and his tighty whities, smelling like balls all over my face. I let a load so big that it went through his sock. Yeah I didnt think that right. His sock was all wet and sticky.It was night, so the gym was closing and I didnt see the time passes inside. When I came out were just the two of us there and he was waiting for me. I dont how, but he knew it was me and what was I doing. Maybe because there was nobody else left there. In the minute was putting my foot out of the bathroom, saw him with his with robe, and blue slippers waiting there for me. In a matter of seconds he pulls me by me ear to his locker while scolding for what Ive had done.In front of the locker, twisting my ear he says:

-"Right you little wanker, we have two solutions. Either I fix this right here, right now or Im going to tell the gym security and everybody is going to know you are a sissy" I didnt know what to do, so I mumbled:

-"Please dont tell anyone.."

-"Ok, first choice it is than...bent over, and drop your shirts"

-"What?"

-"You heard me, boy, now!"I complied...and after a few seconds I felt a sting in my butt:

-PLAFT!!! - the sound of his rubber slipper hitting my bare bottom echoed through the empty locker room-PLAFT!!! PLAFT!!! PLAFT!!! PLAFT!!! x100 - I couldnt move, I froze there...I also couldnt feel my butt and I thought it was finished...my mistake. He opens his locker, go to his jeans and takes his belt off...well I swalled dry... as he starts giving me the belt...everytime harder then the last one...Tears started crawling from my eyes...my legs started shaking as I was about to scream he puts his underpants and socks (with my own load) inside my mouth...

-"I dont want to hear you, are we clear? Right...", he says. After, probably, another 100 swats he stops and told me sit in the bench...As much as I could sit...my sore bottom was telling that was a bad idea...

-"You did good, kid. Lets see if you can handle what's coming next" I looked up and his huge dick was as hard as you could imagine. He grabs my head, roughly, and started face fucking me. Of course I opened my mouth and sucked it all...I licked from his balls to the tip, enjoying every inch and every second...that taste of cock in my mouth was clearing my mind "I am into cock as much as in pussy". He was incredible resistent and strong for and older, short, chubby guy. I was not counting on all of that. Then he stops, grabs me by my waist with his manly, strong arms, flips me and bend me over the sink as he says:

-"Hope you used a lot of saliva sucking me, you gonna need it" as he started fucking my ass like there was no tomorrow. Never felt like that. A mix of pleasure spiked with pain as he puts all that meat in my virgin asshole. My legs were shaking, I tought he was going flush all my poop out and rearrange my insides. I lost track of time...I cummed like 3 ou 4 times before I felt his warm load flood my ass...then he pushed me to the floor and let me there.He went to his locker, dressed up, and passing through me, still laying on the floor, used like and old rag, covered in cum, all sored, he kicked me, violently, a few times and said:

-"Thats what being a man's bitch is all about, sissy. Get used to it"

In my locker he left his business card with his contacts. Although my asshole was never the same size again, dispite a few days farting his cum (or smelling like it at least) and without being able to sit properly, that night made me crave for more.I was his bitch, his cum deposit for a long time. In his office (he was a big shot lawyer) in hotel rooms, in the gym and even in his house when the wife wasn't arround. He used me as he wanted, and I liked it.

[losertwink]

as your voice consoles me

Fandom: The Owl House

Pairing: Hunter Noceda/Willow Park

Synopsis: Hunter has a nightmare, but dont worry, Willow is there to comfort him!

a/n: there wasn't a place to mention this or a place where it seemed relevant but Hunter is transmasc biromantic & aroace-spec and Willow is cisgender (?) pansexual! They're also both neurodivergent (Hunter has autism and Willow has ADHD)

THIS FIC IS POST S3EP1 "Thanks to them" AND CONTAINS SPOILERS PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!

Hunter was wrapped up under a pile of thick wooly blankets, fast asleep. His features which are usually pulled tightly were fully relaxed. Yet he did not look calm. His shoulders began to tense and his face scrunched, He was having a nightmare.

He dashed through a forest that seemed to be endless and the trees were too tall to see if he was even going in the right direction. He was running for his life. He could hear him. His voice was so powerful, echoing through the forest.

“Why are you running from me? I never wanted to hurt you, Caleb.”

Hunter felt the tears spill out of his eyes as he continued to huff and puff. Why is Belos here? Why can't he just leave him alone?

“I’m not Caleb! Im Hunter! Hunter Noceda! and I want nothing to do with you!” He shouted out, not exactly sure where Belos was in the forest, or if he was even there at all.

He blinked the wetness of his eyes away and suddenly, Belos was in front of him. He came to a quick startled stop and let out a frightened noise.

“Caleb, WHY do you keep running from me? Do you want me to hurt you? I dont want to hurt you…” Belos breathed out, his blue eyes piercing daggers into Hunter’s skin and his breath, visible.

“I’m not Caleb... Im Hunter… Please dont hurt me, Uncle…” Hunter struggled to get out, his breathing still labored from running.

Belos, in his cryptid beast form, still had more visible emotion than human Belos ever did. His face softened and he brought his claw up to Hunter’s face, caressing it. Hunter’s eyes were wide and staring at Belos’ fingers. His breath was shaky as he felt hot and sweaty. The anxiety felt like he was being impaled by Odin’s spear Gungnir.

“I want to give you this chance, Caleb, but only this one. Don't make me hurt you, Caleb.” Belos practically whispered.

“Im not Caleb…I’m not…” Hunter cried softly, his hands balled into his own hair, slightly tugging, trying to ground himself.

Belos huffed, and his eyebrows furrowed. He brought his claw away from Hunter’s face and whispered,

“Since you don't want to listen you must suffer the consequences, Caleb.”

Belos brought his claw up as Hunter’s eyes widened, as he brought it down and-

Hunter shot up on the couch, breathing extremely quickly. He looked around panicked and saw Gus nearby. He recognized where he was. The basement. His breathing slowed slightly as he tried to calm himself. He stood up on shaky legs as he walked up the stairs, gripping the stair railing tightly to balance himself.

He got to the kitchen and opened the back door he stepped outside and sat down on the rocking chair right outside the door. He began to rock himself softly in the chair, and he stared up into the sky. The moon was full and bright. He looked at each star and counted them, another attempt to calm himself.

He remembered the breathing tips Gus had taught him, and began to count as he breathed. In….and out…..In….and out…In…and out….

Suddenly, the back door opened, Hunter’s head whipped around, suddenly on-guard, but deflated back into his seat when he noticed who it was.

Then she spoke up, “Hunter, what are you doing out here? It’s two in the morning.” Her tone was soft, like how cotton candy feels in your mouth.

He looked away, and all he had to say was one word, “Nightmare.”

Willow’s eyes softened as he put a hand on Hunter’s back, “I’m sorry. The same one as usual?” 

He nodded and leaned into Willow next to him. The crickets softly chirping, the cool breeze, and his favorite person next to him made it such a serene experience. The silence continued to envelop the two softly for a few minutes, until Hunter seemed to find his voice.

“I’m afraid to go back to sleep.” he spoke up softly.

Willow sat with that for a moment and had an idea, “Well, if you’d like I'll come sleep in the basement with you?”

Hunter’s face pinkened slightly at the thought but enjoyed the idea. It would probably help him sleep. He nodded.

He felt Willow’s body jerk, a cold chill from the cool air. He stood up and spun around to look at the shorter. She looked at him and pulled the door open and gestured for him to go in first. 

He giggled “Thank you” and stepped inside

Willow followed and the two of them made their way downstairs together. Hunter crawled onto the couch and covered himself up.

“Wait, how is this gonna work?” He asked

Willow stood for a moment and her face lit up as she was sparked into motion. She moved forward toward the couch, and made a gesture for Hunter to move the blanket and open his arms.

He looked confused at her and did so, and then Willow crawled into them. Hunter practically jumped off the couch with how startled he was. His face heated up faster than a match being struck and lit. He hesitated to wrap his arms around her as she seemed to immediately relax into them.

He wrapped his arms around her slowly and started to relax. He couldn’t see Willow’s face but he imagined her eyes were already closed. What he couldn’t see though was that her face was just as red as his. She has no idea where this boldness came from inside her, but she just saw her chance and took it.

As the two tomato-like teens lay on the couch together intertwined, they soon calmed into a hushed sleep. And if you asked either of them in the morning, they would never admit it was the best night's rest either of them had gotten.

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Alternate reading link: AO3

[dream-this-nightmare-over]

Shaun Evans imagine

You can find more of my imagines in my book Imagines on wattpad.

He was down there throwing lavish party in my garden for people who hated my name, pearl skin and necklines in sunlight, raybans, loud music and world i dont belong in he brough them here and didnt even ask me if i am okay with it

He should have known from absence of my smile but he never took time to learn tides of my heart

While i was watchng it all from upstairs window

Curtains flowing between us

Each on one side coming in style banners of silk baby come get your crown when you  call me yours don't you know i would do anything to see you satisfied

You are in blue it suits you so well

You dont anymore wait for ride

You made yourself known that you are one of knights here to stay

We are hiding so they dont catch a glimpse

It irks you to see me anything but happy

Smiling in sunlight

It's casual intimacy that we find in every place just one glance and presence is enough

Ed comes stands between us facing the scene

We stand on sides in curtains

Ed knows by now where my heart lies so he isnt surprised to see you here

You are part of family by now

One of meadow royals

He has very important audition for couple of days and he cant put up with licentious youth. Our meadow is not used to souless debauchery

We are coming up with ideas how to put a stop to all of it

He comes in with someone on his arm but still calls me babe after i tell him there is no more chmpaign

You just stand there all ready to be smart and throw snarky remark but you don't because you are lost trying to come up with world in which i deserve to be treated like this

And i see it takes everything in you not to show how much you care but you wont give away our fairytale in hiding

And i imagine myself dying down on pebbles on driveway in midst of party and him crying, his tears on my lips because underneath all the recklessness he cared otherwise he wouldnt start this charade

But them i reprimand myself for thinking that way and wonder if i romanticize something violent only because i have another pair of hands to fall into if i think of death because i can still sell my youth

Should i leave you in memories before you grow bitter and time makes you disappoint me

and

go with sunlight boys into sunrise of masquerade balls and modernity that will make us hate each other even if we cant speak from love we hold for one another

or

shall i come home to peace you built and step out from behind curtains, free as bird on breeze, unafraid because you are there

and

leave the golden boy to someone else even if it will break his heart that loved me in its own recklessly restless way?

You are apparition transparent mirage of my heavy heart, ethereal promise of days passing but love stays the same as curtains fly on breeze You are mirage on sunny day there but not really there mine but never fully mine because words are too heavy they will sink us before we find courage to reach for the other side You are not him You are more sophisticated you don't throw blame like a bait for end you don't have balls to spell out

In between curtains you are ghost that will disappear if I reach out like particles of dreams I dream translucent stardust I can't keep nor make mine

I am stuck in cage i confined myself to for i hold the key to my freedom fears mean it's worth it i know every lock combination but my mind is lost in daydreams comfortable is killing potential the trill the need to leave please save me from myself give me some of your valour i want to be knight too i know i can be i just need someone to recognize my skill i dont want to live behind curtains with shadows forever i am human i am alive i wasnt born to hide and live out someone's else idea of who i should become 

I feel hand finding mine

And I can breath

Everything will be alright if you never stop believing impossible is possible just beyond the curtain of self imposed fears and doubts.

Tear down that curtain and step into the garden that's growing from your brilliance.