#I also realized I put the eye patch on the wrong eye again...

[pearl-crystals]

Some nice pictures I took a few months back :).

[laumier]

LOOSE 𓂃 𓈒 ࣪ LHS.

resumé. heeseung getting you to let loose, making you let him take care of you.

! [slight dacryphilia, reader is ovulating, pet names, maybe a creampie idk :p, fingering, not proofread]

lala’s note. this is a thought that i have daily.. also ser’s idea. but i can’t write so this lowkey sucked butt.

the apartment was filled with silence. well, not completely. the sound of the tv in the living room played as you stood in the kitchen, cutting up ingredients for dinner.

there was tension in the atmosphere. one that even heeseung could feel, but he wasn’t sure of what it was. you’d been avoiding him since you both woke up.

you were out of bed before him, which was quite unlike you. even if you were awake before him, you always remained in bed, waiting to wake him up with kisses.

you wouldn’t even let him touch you. or come near you—you put a distance between the both of you and he couldn’t take it.

he knew he didn’t do anything wrong, so what was the problem?

“baby?” he called from behind you, making you jump slightly.

you hummed in response, continuing to cut up vegetable and throw them into a bowl.

he pushed himself off of the kitchen walk, walking toward you.

“what’re you up to?” he asked, his hands coming to rest on your sides, the warmth of them on your exposed skin making you shiver.

“dinner,” you replied flatly, trying to inch away from him. “making dinner.”

his grip on you tightened, pressing his fingers into your sides as he leaned down towards your neck. you could feel his lips hovering over your skin as you attempted to lean away from his touch.

“babe—“

“heeseung, i can’t do this right now.” you let out a shaky breath, continuing to move around the kitchen with him attached to you.

“ ‘heeseung’ ?” he repeated, his brows furrowing. “what happened to ‘baby’ ?”

you didn’t respond, still shifting away from him every time his hands inched higher.

“what’s going on with you?” his hands tightened as he spun you around to face him, making you drop the utensil you were using.

you avoided his gaze, “hee, i need to finish—“

“i feel like i can’t even talk to you without you avoiding me. did i do something wrong?” he said, hand smoothing over your hair gently.

you didn’t say anything, your eyes still everywhere but his face.

“hey,” he gripped your face, squeezing gently. now you had no choice but to make contact, shivering once you met his gaze.

you could’ve melted right there. his big brown eyes staring right into yours, expression soft with concern.

“you wanna tell me what’s going on?” he asked again, his face inching closer to yours. you bit your lip hesitantly, suddenly leaning into him now.

“every time you touch me, i just—“ you whispered, your breath hitching.

“when i touch you?” he repeated, confused. but he soon realized what you meant, his hand tightening on your side.

you blinked up at him like a lost puppy, eyes now watery, shimmering in the dim light like you had no other thoughts behind them.

“oh, honey,” he said softly, his lips hovering over yours. your tummy fluttered as he got closer to you, the need to feel him against you growing stronger.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

your lips parted to respond, but you couldn’t. your head was too empty at this point.

he pressed his lips against yours, his other hand still gripping your face, pulling you closer to him.

“you don’t have to say anything. just let me take care of you.”

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as you settled into the sheets beneath you, you could feel heeseung’s lips everywhere as he slid himself between your thighs.

he nipped at your neck lightly, pulling a whine from your lips.

his hand came to rest at waistband of your sweats, tugging at them gently. you shifted, trying to squirm out of them, making him chuckle.

he pulled them down just enough to reveal the plush of your thighs, seeing the wet patch that clung to the center of you.

heeseung ran his fingers over it slightly, making you tremble.

“fuck,” he groaned, pressing his finger against you.

you whimpered quietly, hand coming down to meet his, trying to tug your panties down.

“patience, baby.”

you whined again, annoyed this time. but he didn’t say anything, knowing that you were just worked up.

his fingers finally hooked around your panties, tugging them all the way off along with your sweatpants.

the cool air hit your center, your legs closing around his hips before he spread them again.

his fingers met your heat again, gliding them through the wetness that clung to you.

“hee, please—“ you whispered, gripping his forearm tightly. “just wanna feel you inside..”

his fingers pressed deeper, almost against your hole but not quite pushing them in yet. “i know, but i don’t wanna hurt you, princess.”

his voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to what he was doing to you right now.

he toyed with you for a bit, his fingers continuing to glide through your arousal before pushing them in.

a strangled moan left you as your head fell against the pillows below you. the pace of his fingers was agonizing, stretching you slowly.

“faster,” you breathed heavily. “please.”

“i really don’t wanna hurt you, babe.” he replied, eyes still filled with the same concern from earlier.

you spread your legs, trying to feel more of the ridges in his fingers glide against your walls. you moaned once he pushed them all the way, before pulling them out, his digits soaked and glistening.

they pushed back in with a squelch, your thighs trembling with each movement.

“so wet for me, princess. just for me.” he kissed your cheek, curling his fingers in all the right places.

your whines became more desperate as your stomach started to tighten, some of that arousal skipping past heeseung’s fingers and onto the sheets below you.

“please, hee, i’m gonna—“ you gasped softly, your eyes fluttering shut as your orgasm hit you sooner than you thought. but he didn’t stop.

his fingers kept working inside you, still going at the same pace before he pulled them out, spreading your release over your swollen lips.

he stayed there for a moment, fingers still running over you before you made a noise out of impatience.

“alright, alright, i hear you.” he chuckled moving away from you to peel his shirt off. before he could even get to them, your hands were on the waistband of his pants, pushing them down.

“such a needy girl,” he hissed, letting you pull them down his thighs, along with his underwear. his length hit his stomach softly, the base of it already hard and twitching.

you bit your lip in anticipation, looking up at him through your lashes, eyes still sparkling.

“fuck, don’t look at me like that—“ he groaned, leaning in once more, his lips finding yours. you slipped your tongue into his mouth as he hovered over you again, length brushing against your thigh.

you reached down to grip him, feeling the thickness of him as your hands moved to stroke him.

he hissed, moving his hips in sync with your hand.

“hee.. just put it in, please..” you murmured against his lips. he gave you a nod, hands meeting yours as he gripped himself, positioning between your legs.

he pushed the tip through your folds, groaning as he watched the slick gather onto it.

you continued to hold onto him, helping him push into your hole, fitting himself inside with one thrust.

you both moaned at the fullness, his cock already twitching inside of you.

your hips moved against his, silently telling him to move.

he pulled back, before burying himself to the hilt, his hips flush against yours. he kept doing so until he gained enough stamina to pound up into you.

“oh, f-fuck, hee—“ you let out a drawn out moan as his hips smacked harshly against yours, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room.

he grunted against your neck, pressing a small kiss there. “this what you been wanting all day? for me to settle the ache between those legs?”

you didn’t respond. you couldn’t—just a small nod as you cried out for him.

heeseung leaned back slightly, his hand gripping your shirt to pull you towards him, meeting his thrusts.

“just like that, angel,” he hissed, his eyes focused on where you were connected, your slick covering his length every time he slid out of you.

“look at the way you’re taking me.. so good.”

your eyes closed as you felt tears well up into them, your back arching from the sensation below you. though it was overwhelming, you couldn’t help but open yourself up to him, thighs trembling.

his eyes scanned your body, then landing on your face as he saw you sniffling, tears falling down your cheeks.

he groaned again, his hips stuttering.

“feels so good, hee. ‘s so big,” you sobbed, more tears pouring as his thumb came to swipe them away.

“yeah?” he cooed. “it��s so big but you take it so well, princess.”

his hips only sped up, angling them to hit a deeper part inside you, your back arching once more.

more of your arousal continued to spill past where heeseung was buried inside of you, making everything so much easier for him.

he shifted you legs up higher on his waist, trying to get as deep as possible. he placed his hand against your stomach, feeling where he was hitting the most.

you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut again.

“feel me in there, baby?”

you nodded, more whimpers and whines spilling from your lips as you felt that knot low in your tummy again.

“babe, i can’t.. i’m gonna—“ your breathing became uneven as he pressed down on your abdomen, hips continuing their brutal pace.

“you can,” he whispered against your lips. “make a mess for me.”

the bed creaked quietly under you as he continued to rock his hips into yours, making you coat his cock once you came.

you cursed silently as he fucked you through it, the slight overstimulation making your eyes well up again.

“d..don’t stop,” you gasped, locking your legs around his waist before he spilled into your with a groan, his hips still moving.

both of your releases now mixed together, white coating him as he moved faster.

heeseung moaned, “you feel like heaven, baby, fuck.”

you hummed in response, squeezing around him just to feel his hips stutter again before they stopped completely.

he breathed heavily against your neck, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. his skin was flushed, glistening with sweat.

you hissed, feeling the stickiness between you as you tried to close your legs around his waist.

he chuckled, before slipping out of you, rolling to the side.

he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in to his chest as he kissed your head.

“promise me you’ll say something next time?” he mumbled into your hair.

you nodded, humming in content as you snuggled into him.

“don’t get too comfortable,” he said, softly. “gotta run you a hot bath before bed.”

[murderofravens]

VIOLATE

pairing: salesman x fem reader.

warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT | RAPE/NONCON. daddy issues. age gap. reader had an abusive dad. physical abuse. degradation. forced blowjob. hitting, slapping, you know the drill. sub!reader. dom!salesman. blood. plot with porn. dont like? dont read. its that easy.

summary: you steal from the wrong man and face the consequences.

continuation to THIEF

MASTERLIST

most girls have some sort of fantasy in their head when it comes to their virginity. a blueprint of sorts— about what kind of man they'd like to lose it to, of how gentle he'd be with them. whether it would be planned and patient or spontaneous after a magical date.

you were one of those girls. so far, you'd managed to stay away from men, not just because none of them fit the standard you created in your head— but also because the idea of being with a man repulsed you. the first man in your life��� your father, had broken your heart. so you protected yourself, put a lock on engaging in sexual desires for that special someone you could wholeheartedly give yourself to. you were scared that most men you encounter would be like your father— cold. violent. now, you understand that you were wrong.

the man in front of you was so much worse.

you dont get to wallow in your self pity for long. he hovers over you like a god— his presence alone was suffocating. the fact that his massive hand is currently tugging your head back doesn't help; your scalp stings and fresh tears well in the corner of your eyes. the sight makes him groan. his free hand holds onto his cock— gently stroking back and forth. it's a little darker than the rest of him— tip flushed and some precum gleaming on the top. it's clear all this fighting has been foreplay for him. he's getting off to your misery. his dark eyes flicker over your face, and as you try to pull your head back again, he forces the tip against your mouth; letting the stickiness spread over your lips.

"open up." his voice is breathy, hand tugging your hair back again. you wince. "don't make me ask again."

you shake your head, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks as you glare at him with all the resentment your eyes can muster. your teeth grit together as you clamp your mouth shut. he pauses and settles you with a bored gaze, and before you can realize what's happening, his hand is pulling back and slapping you across the face again.

you fall sideways onto the couch with another sob. you can taste the blood in your mouth, and you cough. he's quick to yank you back up, chuckling slightly when the blood sputters out of your mouth and down your chin. he smears his cock against the dark fluid, before settling you with another warning glare.

"did you act this stubborn with your father too?" he pouts, voice taunting, "no wonder he hit you. you never seem to listen on the first try."

you feel livid, shaking with rage as he mocks you. you open your mouth to answer him, and he takes that opportunity to pry your jaw open with his thumb. he groans as he forces his cock past your mouth, slowly at first before pushing to the hilt, till your nose presses against the light patch of hair at the base. you barely get the time to protest before he's rolling his hips slightly, getting used to the wet cavern of your mouth. the thickness and the intrusion in your throat makes you choke and sputter incoherently around his cock, eyes watering again. your hands hold onto his thighs for support. maybe you can bite his dick right off, maybe—

"and if you bite me," he warns with a little chuckle, as if he read your mind, "i will slit your throat open and fuck it."

you shudder. you know he means it too— you can see the crazed look in his eyes as he cups your head with both hands. you don't want to take any chances. you can barely think when he pulls his hips back and thrusts again, eliciting a choked gargle out of you.

"fuck—" he grunts lowly, using your head as leverage as his thrusts slowly grow faster. your body trembles violently, the lack of oxygen making your head feel faint. "that's it— stay like that."

it's as if he's releasing all his pent up frustration on your little throat— his head thrown back, adams apple bobbing up and down as his thrusts get harder, faster. your choking seems to only spur him on, his hold on you getting tighter as you squirm on the couch, trying to pull back. he's not having it.

he pulls out momentarily and you get only a few seconds to breathe before he's grabbing you by the ear and dragging you off the couch. you shriek throatily and claw at his hand as he pulls you towards the wall and cages you in. your head presses against the concrete as he enters your mouth again, "stop that—" he grunts at your wiggling, pulling your head back and slamming it against the wall. you choke on a sob, feeling lightheaded. "the faster— ah— you make me cum the easier i'll make this for you."

his thrusts are like him— to the point, aggressive and inconsiderate. his hips snap forward almost violently as you claw at his thighs, leaving a few scratches. it makes him moan. your bloodshot eyes glare up at him as you choke around his length, his balls sloppily slapping against your chin. he doesn't make a lot of noise, but when he does it comes from the back of his throat. your head repeatedly slams against the wall as he fucks your face, and between his grunts he lets out another breathless chuckle.

laughing at your suffering.

"i'm getting close," his hand comes up and he pinches your nose between two fingers. you begin to writhe at the sudden cutoff of oxygen, eyes widening, "ah ah- take it like a good slut."

your vision gets blurry, head pounding and throat gurgling as he throws his head back and cums with a loud moan. you're sure you can feel it fill your stomach. it's bitter and you can feel the stickiness of it on the roof of your mouth, on the back of your tongue. his thrusts falter, hips stuttering as his chest heaves, few strands of his well kept hair falling across his forehead. you choke and cough as he pulls out, and stuffs his softening cock back inside his pants like he didn't just violate you.

you gag slightly as you taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the metallic taste of your blood, and you cough some of it out. you greedily take in as much air as you can, eyes wide and face heated. he tosses you around like a ragdoll. your body is limp as you slump against the wall, shuddering. his foot raises, the tip of his shiny dress shoes pressing against your clothed crotch. his voice is thoughtful, contemplative. like he's talking about the weather. "should i pop your cherry?"

you look up at him, shocked. you can barely see him through your tears. "what?"

with a smirk, he grabs your arm and yanks you forward till your face crashes into his thigh. in your panic stricken haze, you grab onto his leg, clinging to him, desperate for any ounce of sympathy or comfort he can provide.

he has nothing to offer.

his hand comes down to run through your hair, like you're a dog. you lean into the touch, hope that you being responsive would sway any thoughts of him violating you further. he grabs your jaw, making your cheeks squish in his hold. he thinks you look utterly adorable this way. you whimper.

"please don't."

you break down into sobs again. you hate crying. you hate it more so because it makes you appear weak in front of the other person. they never seem to understand that you're crying out of rage, not sadness.

he sighs before shoving you off him. you slouch on the floor and he kneels before you, face indifferent. he gently brushes your hair away from your face, and you slap his hand away.

he's toying with you. playing with your fear. manipulating your emotions as he deems fit and he's revelling in it.

"you—" you pant, choking on another sob, before a crazed chuckle leaves you. full of disbelief, anger, hurt. "you sick fuck—"

"let's not use crude language." he remarks dryly, eyes crinkling as he puts on a smile. the same smile you thought to be charming at first glance. now it just looks empty and manipulative. he pulls out a handkerchief, wipes the sweat glistening on your forehead. "someone really ought to teach you how to talk to your elders."

"you raped me," you snap back, voice cracking as you shoot daggers at him through your glare. you want to lunge at him, to pull out his eyeballs and rip him apart. he grabs your chin, stares into your eyes with an intensity that makes you cower into yourself.

"i taught you a lesson," he shoots back calmly, expression serious. as if he truly believed what he said. "i gave you a glimpse of what could happen if you kept up with your reckless behaviour. surely you don't think you can always get away with stealing from men or talking back to them?"

you snatch your face away and look at the floor again, eyes stony and vacant. you were a fool to think you were made for this life. that you could've lived without a proper roof over your head, the financial security that your abusive father could provide you. but you weren't willing to go back.

not after everything you endured to leave.

your lips wobble. you try to compose yourself, force your face to look cold as you glare at him again.

"i'll go to the police." you take another sharp breath. you try to sound brave, you really do, but the slight waiver of your voice gives you away. "i'll tell them everything. i'll post it on social media. they'll find you and you'll be in jail by—"

you stop talking, merely staring at him as he smiles at you. it's a smile you recognise— one of those smiles that adults like to give to children, as if to say 'aw, you're so silly.' as if you're a naive child who is mindlessly babbling about something you don't know. as if he's the smartest person in the world. you know this smile because your father has aimed it at you multiple times.

"what are you smiling at?!" you snap, voice hoarse. he shakes his head almost fondly, his thumb caressing your bottom lip— spreading the drying blood around your chin.

"it amuses me," he starts, snorting again, "how you still believe in humanity after what i just did to you."

you're frozen as you stare at him, breathing ragged. he stares at your lips, plays with the blood there before pulling his hand back and licking the crimson fluid off his thumb. he tilts his head to the side, eyes coldly boring into yours.

"you want to know how men really are?" he quirks an eyebrow, unimpressed, "they will find out where you live and they'll come have their own fun with you."

"some time will pass and you'll eventually start selling your body to perverted old men on the street." his voice takes that business-like tone again. he stands up, adjusts his suit jacket as he looks around the apartment. "weak little girls like you can't handle that kind of lifestyle."

he bends down and picks up his stolen wallet off the floor. he opens it, pulls out that card you saw before. the one with the weird shapes on it. he holds it out towards you, "here's an opportunity. you can call the number on this and participate in some games that will get you money—" he gestures towards the cash on the floor- your prize from playing ddakji. "— or you can keep living like this and encounter more horrible men like me who won't be as gentle with you as i was."

the last line makes you snort bitterly. right. gentle. his bruises would last for days, the trauma a lifetime. if this is his idea of gentle, you would never want to know what his 'rough' entails. his eye twitches and he smiles back, before dropping the card on your lap.

you stay on the floor, frozen, the reality of what just happened to you settling in. you can keep living like this— pickpocketing men, making ends meet with stolen change, getting raped, and living in this clusterfuck of an apartment just to avoid your father; or you can go wherever all that money came from. his voice sounds faraway when he speaks again.

"i'm trusting you to make the right choice."

he gathers his briefcase, sends one more glance your way before exiting the apartment like he was never there in the first place.

A/N: im not very good with smut, but i tried. i really wanted to write just porn but i physically cant bring myself to do that without adding lots of plot and psychological elements and a backstory. otherwise it feels soulless to me. i hope i didnt bore you. for anyone who read this, thank you. feedback and reblogs are always appreciated. maybe i'll write about inho soon too.

tags for people who commented for a part 2: @rafesbunniebby @screaming-potato @nerdybarbariancupcake @deadddoll

[runnning-outof-time]

A Deal that Goes Both Ways | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @peakyswritings

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

Summary: Feelings get spilled as Tommy comes to (Y/N) to have her patch him up yet again.

Warnings: smoking, language, mentions of blood

Word Count: 1867

A/N: this became a full on fic…..I just didn’t know when to stop it haha. I hope you like what I did with the prompt, Reb! You didn’t add who you wanted it to be with so I went with Tommy (of course) — and this could also be read as a prewar Tommy story too…I didn’t really slap a time period on it. Enjoy! :)

COMMENTS & REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED — I’d love to know what you thought of the story!

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Not again was the first thought (Y/N) had as she heard the knock sound off of her front door. Only one person would be knocking at this time of night...and he'd most likely be knocking for only one reason.

"What happened this time, Thomas?" she asked with a sigh as she opened the door to see the man she knew was standing on the other side.

"Why so formal?" he asked nonchalantly, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips, resting on the side that wasn't split and still bloody.

"It's two in the morning," she responded, turning and walking deeper into her home. The foosteps sounding behind her told her he was following. "I'd much rather be sleeping."

"I can go if you want," he offered.

"No, you've already woken me up," she dismissed his suggestion, "what happened this time?" she re-asked her initial question.

"Same old," his nonchalant nature returned as he sat down in the chair (Y/N) pulled out for him.

"So a bar fight? Or bet gone wrong?" she paused getting the necessary supplies to quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Neither," Tommy shrugged, looking down at his busted knuckles as he flexed his hand.

"So not the same old?" there was a slight tinge of surprise in (Y/N)'s voice. "Please do tell what happened."

"Someone spoke to me the wrong way," he responded, his explanation still very vague. (Y/N) didn't press for any more info because she knew this was all she'd get out of him.

What Tommy wanted to say was that he had to punch some bastard's teeth in for speaking about her the wrong way, and then he proceeded to fight said bastard and two of his drunken friends when they wouldn't let it go. He couldn't admit that to her though.

"Ahh..." (Y/N) trailed off as she moved over to him, placing the supplies she gathered on the table beside him as she stopped to stand between his parted legs.

Tommy resisted the urge to reach out and hold her waist even though he so desperately wanted to do so to steady himself.

"Let's see what we've got here," she said, more so to herself as she gently took hold of his chin to get a better look at his face. The hiss he let out made her realize that his jaw had also been bruised in the altercation.

She quietly got started on dabbing the blood off of his split lip, and followed it up with putting some ointment on the cut in hopes it wouldn't get infected.

She then examined the rest of his facial features for any other injury all while trying to shake the feeling of his intense gaze that was focused on her face. She couldn't let her feelings for him get the better of her... not while in this position.

"Let me see your hands now," she instructed him once she considered his face finished.

"They're fine, love," he brushed her off, keeping them balled in fists resting against his thighs.

"Let me see them, Tommy," she insisted, her eyes meeting his to convey the serious nature of the situation.

The slightest sigh escaped his lips as he flattened out his hands. (Y/N)'s eyes immediately went to his right hand, and she took it into hers to get a closer look at his bloodied knuckles. "Goodness, Tommy," she breathed softly as she grabbed a wet cloth and began to gently wipe the blood off. She couldn't help but wince as he hissed at the feeling. The cuts looked deep and had to be painful. "Did the man have a steel jaw?" she, half-jokingly, questioned him as she began placing the same ointment on his knuckles.

"Must've," Tommy mumbled, letting out a soft snort at her attempts to make light of the situation.

(Y/N) smiled softly at his response, finishing up what she was doing with his right hand before she checked over his left. She then stepped out from between his legs when she considered herself done, moving over to the kitchen countertop to begin cleaning up. The scrape of the chair off of the hardwood floor told her that Tommy had also stood up.

"Make sure you some ice on your jaw and you should be good in a-" her statement was cut off by the shriek of surprise she let out when she turned around to tind Tommy now standing right behind her. "You scared me, Tommy," she gasped, placing her hand over her chest as she took some calming breaths.

"Wasn't my intention," he responded, although he couldn't help but smile at the reaction he'd gotten from her.

"You frustrate me sometimes," she huffed, shaking her head before she brought a hand up to the side of it, hoping that she could remember what it was she was saying before the surprise happened. "I was saying that if you remember to put ice on your jaw and make sure your cuts stay clean you should be good in a few days...now are you going to follow that? No, most likely not, but it's my hope that you will," she explained her plan of treatment to him, finishing her rambling by glancing up at him. "Why're you looking at me like that?" she asked without thought, commenting on the intense gaze he currently had locked on her.

His blue eyes just about made her shudder under their stare, and she'd be lying if she said that the undivided attention he was giving her was making her heat up.

"What, am I not allowed to look at you?" he asked, his brows raising.

"No, not like that, you aren't," she insisted, holding a hand out between them to emphasize her statement.

"How exactly am I looking at you, (Y/N)?" he asked another question, wanting clarification from her.

"You're looking at me like..." she trailed off, struggling to find the words that she needed to convey her statement, "like you think that l'm...like I'm some..."

"Like you're the only person in the world?" Tommy cut off her stumbling, hoping that his suggestion would finish her sentence. As he spoke he stepped closer to her.

"Yes, exactly!" she agreed with him without putting much thought into what he was saying, "you were looking at me like I was the only person in the world."

"And you don't like it?" he asked, his brow raised inquisitively.

Now (Y/N) could no longer stay solid under the weight of his gaze combined with his close proximity. She only hoped that she was able to keep a good exterior composure...on the inside she was done for.

"No, it's not that I didn't like it, it's just..."

"Just what?" he pried for more information, his eyes flitting down to her lips as he admired how she looked as he stood inches away from her.

"Jesus, you don't ever act like this, Tommy...what's going on?" she deflected with a question, hoping to carry the conversation on without him realizing that she didn't have a concrete answer to his previous question.

"You didn't answer my question, love," he completely ignored her query to remind her she was ignoring his.

"Yeah, and you didn't answer mine," she wasn't falling for his tactic, instead throwing it back in his face.

"You wanna know why I came here tonight? Why I got into that fight?" he asked her, his brows raised.

"Someone spoke to you the wrong way," she reiterated what he'd told her earlier.

"Someone spoke about you the wrong way," he quickly corrected her, telling the truth this time around and adding emphasis on what actually got him upset, "and you know I can't let anyone do that."

(Y/N) took a moment, letting what he said sink in. His intense gaze stayed locked on her, and it certainly wasn't helping her think straight in this situation. After a few beats of silence, she finally let out a sigh. "I don't need defending, Tommy. I've told you that so many times."

"I'll still take a fuckin' punch for you when I need to, love," he told her, his words making her laugh despite the wild mix of emotions she was currently feeling.

"Oh Tommy." she let out another sigh, trying, and failing, to stop the smile that was tugging on her lips. She quickly turned around and attempted to busy herself with continuing cleaning.

Her diversion didn't last long as only seconds later Tommy's hand was taking hold of her arm to spin her back around to face him. Her mouth opened slightly as she looked at him, waiting for whatever he had to say.

He didn't say anything though. Instead, his gaze flitted between her eyes and lips as he moved in slowly. (Y/N) quickly realized what he was doing. She placed her hands on his chest when she felt his breath fan across her face.

"Tommy, your lip," she said, her voice coming out in a whisper, "this'll hurt it."

"I don't give a damn about my lip, (Y/N)," he firmly replied, moving back slightly so that his eyes could match hers. He could no longer resist from bringing his hand up to hold onto her jaw. "I want to kiss you," he told her then, never sounding more sure about anything in his life.

(Y/N)'s mind was buzzing. She never thought she'd be in this position with Tommy; never thought that their relationship would take that turn. But now here they were, close enough to feel each other's breath.

"Then kiss me," she breathed, unable to even smile at him because his lips were on hers the second she finished speaking.

The kiss felt like a whirlwind. It made her dizzy and fuzzy inside. She never thought someone with such a tough exterior could be so gentle, but here was Tommy Shelby, crushing all of her prior conceptions.

Both were out of breath when they pulled away. Tommy had to close his eyes to center himself, still truly surprised that that had just happened. Truthfully, he'd wanted to kiss (Y/N) from the moment he first spoke to her. He never thought he'd actually get the opportunity. When he finally did open his eyes, he saw that (Y/N) had her gaze locked on his face, and the sweetest smile was present on hers.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" he re-asked the question that got them to this point, a grin forming on his face.

"What, am I not allowed to look at you?" (Y/N) teasingly quipped back, essentially allowing their conversation to do a full 360.

"Love you could look at me all you want, so long as I'm allowed to kiss you again," he waged a deal, playfully quirking an eyebrow as he waited to see how she'd respond.

(Y/N)'s smile only grew. "I'll accept your offer so long as this deal goes both ways."

"Oh it most certainly goes both ways," Tommy grinned, his hand finding her jaw again so that he could match their lips together once more.

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[yoiisa]

Hellooooo good evening hi hello hi 👋☺️ I have decided to temporarily come out of the vault to make a request if that's okay! I've recently gotten into Windbreaker (peak btw) and couldn't help but notice the lack of fics where reader also knows how to fight and fights alongside the guys. I'd LOVE to see a reader who knows how to fight and is GOOD at it. A reader who isn't afraid to stand up for herself and for others and puts the thugs in their place. A reader who would go to Bofurin in a heartbeat if it weren't for the fact that it's an all boys school. Soooo here's where the request comes in! Could I ask for hcs for Umemiya, Sakura, Suo, Nirei, and Kaji with a fem reader who's also a fighter and fights alongside them? Thanks! (Also I'm a bit new to your blog as well but I've read through some of your stuff and I LOVE your writing😍 anyway that's all lol bye 👋☺️)

i wanna learn how to fight so badly irl (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) i'm actually so weak, it's so saaaadddd. i used to do karate when i was little but its literally been forever and a half since then

➜ umemiya hajime is honestly a bit relieved that you know how to fight yourself ➜ like don't get me wrong, if you needed this man to swoop in to be your knight in shining armor he would in a heartbeat! ➜ but that being said, he know he can't protect you all of the time. there's dangers out there that you could run into and get hurt really badly because of them, and that scares him more than he can say ➜ umemiya holds his loved ones incredibly close to his heart, and as seen with kotoha, if anything happened to you he'd lose his mind ➜ so the fact that you know how to fight brings him (and also hiragi) a little bit of peace

You check the bandages wrapped around your knuckles again, ensuring that they aren’t lifting at the corners. The cuts and scrapes along your skin are a rough sight, and although Ume has significantly calmed down since the two of you first started dating, he's still super high strung. You were supposed to be meeting him at this BBQ place a few blocks down from Pothos, but on the way there, you noticed Kotoha getting ganged up on. You couldn't possibly stand for that, that was your girl! So yes, you did jump in to save the day, and you know what? You did it. Those assholes got what they had coming to them and Kotoha was left fine. You hadn't realized how roughed up you'd gotten though. Scratches adorned your knees and hands from when you got knocked down, and your nose was bleeding. Kotoha practically dragged you back into the shop- which was temporarily closed for her lunch break- to get you all patched up. When you finally arrive at the BBQ place, Umemiya's voice is loud and cheery. "Ah- [name], over here-" his voice cuts out as he takes in your battered appearance. You look up, making eye contact with Ume shyly. "Wha-" "Who did this?" he asks, marching through the restaurant to you. He stops dead in front of you and tilts his head as he analyzes the way you're all bruised. "What happened?" "Just a tiny fight, it's all voer now," you reply, shoving him out of your bubble. You step past him and start toward the booth where he was sitting, but he grabs your wrist. "Don't brush it off," he says sternly. His brows furrow and he rubs his thumb along your wrist, "you're hurt, bad." You stare deep into his sky blue eyes before sighing. You smile softly and shake your head. "Can't you see that I'm already all bandaged?" "You shouldn't have been fighting so roughly to begin with," Umemiya grumbles. "Then what's the point of knowing how to fight at all?" you giggle. You pull on his finger, leading him back to his spot. "C'mon. I'm starving."

➜ the fact that you know how to fight only attracts sakura haruka to you even more, although he'd never admit it out loud ➜ seeing you be all badass and kicking people's butts with him makes him turn more red than anything else ever can or will ➜ and you look so effortless when you fight as well, his brain short circuits ➜ be careful though, you could definitely distract sakura from the fact that he is also in fact engaged in combat and he might take a hit or two

Sakura pants, his legs growing tired but he still pushes forward. He’d gotten a message from you a few minutes ago of just your location, and instantly he knew what that meant. You were in a fight, and potentially in trouble if you were calling for backup from him. You were a fairly skilled fighter, and could easily take Sakura in a fight, so he knew you could hold your own. That being said, he didn't know how many people you were up against or how strong they are. He needed to get to you, and fast. He skids around the corner of a street, his sneakers screeching against the pavement. By the time he finally gets to the alley way where you pinned your location though, he comes to a stop as he notices that you're leaning against a wall, looking completely calm. You're face is a little banged up and you have scratches along your knuckles, but aside from that you look fine, if not a little tired. You look up at him and beam, "Oh! Haruka, you came. Took you long enough." "Shut it," he says, shock filling his system. "Clearly . . . you took care of it." "Mhm!" you laugh and walk up to him. You stand in front of him, happy as ever, before saying softly, "I just wanted some help getting back to my place though. They kinda messed my ankle up really bad." Sakura looks down, noticing your ankle has a giant slit along it. He drops to his knees, inspecting the wound. The gash is bad, and it could've been made with something dirty, like a stray pipe. He needs to take you to get it checked out. He sighs and looks up at you from the ground. "How many other guys were there?" "Hmmm, around four or five. I don't know, I think one ran away." That startles a laugh from Sakura. "And how do they look?" You smirk. You put your hand on his hair, messing with it. "How do you think?" He chuckles and sweeps you into his arms bridal style. "That's good. Now come on. If you have to get that foot taken off, I'm not gonna be carrying you around everywhere." "You have such an active imagination, y'know that Haru?"

➜ suo hayato is your number one sparring partner ➜ the two of you will fully make dates out of practice fights, and despite the rather gruesome nature of fighting in and of itself, suo somehow manages to make the dates super fun every time ➜ he takes you to a dojo, spends the first half an hour or so fixing things like your form, before the two of you break into a few rounds ➜ he'll never outright hurt you, but he won't hold back either. it'll be a lot like how he fights with nirei honestly ➜ and after the fact, when he does beat (cuz let's face it that man will not lose even if he's not trying), he's the first to patch you up and make sure you're in one piece

"Hmm, on that next punch, try to keep your arm a little bit higher." You get into your stance, and make a fist. You raise it as if to punch something, but freeze once your arm is up. You adjust the angle of your hook, asking, "Like this?" Suo nods. "Perfect. It'll help you direct the power more precisely. Here," he grabs a punching pad and puts it on his arm. He raises it in front of his face and says, "have at it." You nod, returning to your first position. You bounce back and forth a little on your feet, feeling light in your uniform, before you finally launch into your attacks. Suo is a brick wall as you lay punches onto the block of foam in front of his face. He watches your movements from over the top of the punching pad, taking into account whether or not you're following his advice. Suo, whenever the two of you are sparring, is an immovable wall. No matter what angle you go at him from, he remains steadfast in his stances and attacks. It would be impressive, but at the beginning of you guys training together, it only infuriated you. You, who had been relatively undefeated up until that point, couldn't seem to get a single blow on Suo! You pant, recalling that frustration and using it to fuel your determination now. Your blows carry more weight to them, and your fists make small indents into the punching pad. Then, suddenly, you throw a particularly well-formed hit that sends Suo scooting back a little on his feet. He startles and you do too. The two of you stare in silence at one another, your chest rising and falling as you try to take in your breaths. Finally, you let out a loud cheer, jumping up and down in your excitement. "Yes! I got you! I got you, let's go!" you run in a tiny circle around Suo, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. He watches you with a awesome gaze before sighing and smiling as well. As you stop bouncing around him like some kinda bunny, he lifts his hand and pats your head, gently mussing up your hair. "Good girl," he sighs. "You did good."

➜ if there is anyone in the world who's your number one cheerleader, it's nirei akihiko ➜ this man is like a puppy and worships the ground you walk on ➜ but there is a part of him that wishes he was strong like you too, and could take on the punches so you weren't always bearing the brunt of it all ➜ so in addition to suo's lessons, he also takes up classes with you as well ➜ you and suo have two vastly different fighting styles after all, so it only broadens nirei's arsenal in the end, and in his mind, makes him a hell of a lot strong than he's ever been!

You watch from your spot in the grass as Nirei fumbles over his feet again. He falls flat into the ground, causing Suo to burst out into laughter over the ordeal. You sigh and shake your head, before pushing yourself onto your feet. "Here, Aki," you say, extending your hand to him. The golden-haired boy glances up at you, smiling widely. "Thank you!" he says cheerily. He rises to his feet and dusts himself off before rubbing the back of his neck. "Looks like I still got a lot of work to do, huh? Sorry you had to see me being such a klutz, [name]." You shake your head, your heart hurting a little at how easily he puts himself down. You squeeze his hand and say, "Maybe you just need a new style of fighting. Suo's style," you explain as you turn to look at the other boy, "is more inspired by kung fu, so it takes more light steps, but you're more heavy on your feet. I've noticed you really plant your feet into the ground and just bear the brunt a lot of the time. Maybe you'd benefit more from something like boxing?" Nirei scratches his cheek and looks over at Suo, who just shrugs. "It could be that you'll get the hang of boxing easier," he explains. Nirei shakes his head. "Boxing's too scary for me. I don't wanna train with a complete stranger who could completely kill me!" You smile and poke his cheek. "Well then, Sakura could teach you." "Sakura . . ." "Sakura doesn't know that Nirei's learning how to fight just yet," Suo supplies and Nirei blushes. "Oh, well then I could teach you," you offer. Nirei's breath hitches. "R-really?" You nod, smiling up at him. "Yeah, it'd be no biggie. That's the kinda style I'm the best in anyways. Basic ol' punches and blocks." Nirei nods appreciatively, repeating, "Thank you, thank you so much [name]! I'll do my best, promise!"

➜ kaji ren very rarely lets you show of your talents and it drives you insane ➜ it's not like he's doing it on purpose either! it's just when threats show up, his protective mode kicks heavy into overdrive ➜ you barely even get a chance to move into your starting position before kaji's already completely annihilated the opposing side ➜ he sheepishly apologizes to you when you whine about not being able to fight alongside him, but he just can't help it ➜ if he saw you get hurt, his whole world would just end right then and there

"Enomoto!" you call out. You stop walking and turn to look at the boy behind you, narrowing your eyes. "Stop. Following. Me." He sighs and catches up to you, standing at your side. "I don't really have much of a choice. Kaji asked me to." Your voice lowers as you ask, "And where is Ren right now?" "On the other side of town for patrol." "Well then, if he wants to protect me so badly, he can just come do it himself," you grumble. Enomoto nods. "Well, if you're really sure you can handle yourself-" "Look around! It's literally the middle of the day on a Tuesday! Who could possibly attack me right now?" you cry, gesturing to the empty streets around you two. "I'm only here cuz I felt like skipping school today." "Okay, okay! I'll take my leave then." "Like hell you will!" a new voice calls out. Both of you turn to see Kaji standing there, his headphones on. You can hear the music through the speakers and you fix him an unimpressed look. You point at his headphones and he sighs. He pulls them down, and pauses his playlist. "Ren, seriously, I can take care of myself," you groan frustratedly. "Yeah?" he asks, cocking his head to the side. "What about the time two months ago when you almost got mugged before Hiragi and I stepped in? Or the time a month ago where you accidentally wandered into another gang's territory because your phone took you the wrong way? Or the time a week ago when-" You cup your hand over his mouth, your other hand squeezing his bicep. "Fine, fine, I get it." Kaji pries your hand from his mouth and sighs. "You're like a walking magnet for fights. I need to make sure you stay safe." You stare up defiantly at your boyfriend. "That's why I learned how to fight, so I can stay safe." He grabs your arms and shakes you a little. "For my peace of mind can you please just let Enomoto do this one thing?" You roll your eyes and put your hands on his chest to get him to stop. "Fine, fine. Whatever." Kaji kisses your forehead and Enomoto clears his throat, reminding the two of you that he has in fact been here the whole time.

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long ToT

[trashmouth-richie]

𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫

1.3k | just for fun since it’s blizzarding here rn

The wind blustered against the cracked windshield. Sending waves of sleet and snow against the van, hitting like gravel against the tin body. 

He silently curses himself for not getting the windshield fixed before winter came. A huffed breath drags from him, little puffs of frigid air in the cold interior of the van, as he attempts to blow warmth to his chilled to the bone fingers. Aching from the repetitive motions from work. 

Eddie’s life didn’t end up how he had planned. The rockstar gig was nothing more than that— a gig.  One show maybe two a month at the hideout, a small little escape into the world he once was determined to get to. 

But life had other plans for him. Things he never saw coming. 

The sharp right turn into Forest Hills was blanketed by thick drifts of snow, covering the usual pot holes. Still he avoided them anyway— the last thing he needed was a blown tire in this weather. 

Forecast called for  “1-3 inches” but what the stuck up weather man didn’t predict was the wind.  

The wind brought with it freezing temperatures, a high of barely four degrees. He called Wayne on his break, telling him he’d stop by after work and shovel his pickup out so he could make his shift tonight, but Wayne only grunted and told Eddie he was perfectly capable of doing it himself, just to get home safe. 

The ill maintained roads were horrible, his tires slid and skid anytime he tapped the brakes or eased on the gas pedal, making the usual ten minute drive home turn into twenty, then thirty. 

He was crabby, hungry and itching for a cigarette, but the gas stations were closed for the upcoming storm, leaving an itch in his jaw that drove him mad. 

Anything and everything that could go wrong in one day had. Equipment broke, most of the shift hadn’t shown up due to the storm causing him to work in place of two other jobs on top of his own. The lunch he brought was left in the van by mistake after hurrying to get punched in when his alarm hadn’t gone off. 

And now throwing the van in park he realized he never turned the lights off in his rushed attempt to make it to work on time. 

Punching the steering wheel he curses again, the light bill would be outrageous next month. 

The van door was stuck, probably frozen from the outside, and he shoved his shoulder into the frame to try to loosen it enough so he could get out. The wind hit him like a freight train, stealing his breath and pelting his face, chapping his cheeks red and ruddy. 

Rage filled his lungs as his sweat soaked bandana started to feel like a frozen sheet of ice on his head. Crunching his curls into icicles. 

The cold air seeped through his jeans, and he shivered when his boots sunk into the snow. Dropping his keys three separate times into the snow, Eddie yelled into the night. 

 And if he weren’t so mad he might have noticed a set of footprints leading from your trailer to his. 

He might have heard the radio buzzing about the incoming bad weather. 

He might have smelled a delicious slurry of cooked meat, beans and tomatoes boiling on the stove. 

The front door was frozen too, and when he finally jimmied the handle and flung the door open, he nearly burst into tears. 

The place is spotless. 

Ashtrays were emptied and sparkling like the countertops, the heap of clothes on top of his washer were folded and put away. A candle is lit on the table. You must have brought your own vacuum over because his hasn’t worked since the 70s. 

The small patch of linoleum under his feet was swept, his other pair of work boots and shoes were lined up neatly against the wall. A new rag thread utility rug was also underfoot. 

His eyes brimmed hot with tears at the sight of his clean house, and you, standing at the stove with a wooden spoon to your lips.

“Hi! Made a cobbler with that jar of peaches from Joyce Byers,” you chirp, pulling the oven door open and placing the dessert dish onto the potholders, “I know it’s not the season for it but it just sounded so good.”

It wasn’t your mess and you shouldn’t have to clean up after a grown man. But you do, and Eddie is more than grateful for your caring heart, for how sweet you are to him even on days he wants nothing more than to rot on the couch and feel sorry for himself. 

His eyes soften, and before you can ask him how his day was, he’s grabbing your cheeks with ice cold hands, bringing his frigid mouth to the warmth of your temple before kissing the tomatoey stain from your lips. 

He sighs into you, his body releasing all the pent up anger and pain from the day. Solace of your arms melted away the glacial cold from within him. 

The kisses don’t stop, and you have to lean back to turn the stove off in hopes that the chili doesn’t burn before you can eat it. 

His cold nose nudges down your neck, kissing the chain he placed there a year ago, one you never took off. He mumbles into your skin and his stomach groans with emptiness. 

“Let’s get you fed big boy,” you mouth against his sweaty curls, and he happily obliges.

After he places the last bite of chili from his bowl into your mouth, you drag him to the shower. 

Rinsing the shampoo from his curls and warming his still cold skin with your body. The heat from his tongue lapping at your skin, and something else prominently making itself known on the cheek of your ass. 

“Didn’t have to do all of that, baby,” he murmurs into your ear, fingers slowing working soap into your skin. 

“Wanted to, I love you Eds.” 

You’ve said it many times before, never once pressuring him into saying it back if he wasn’t ready. A life full of shitty people, it was hard for him to open up, but you opened something up in him that he hadn’t felt before, and he couldn’t get enough of you. 

Tangled limbs climb from the shower, skin barely rinsed and wet tendrils of hair hang down each of your necks. Your lips still taste like chili, and he still smells like work, but neither of you care. 

Lips smack together and skin is left hickied and sweaty. Elbows and knees are rubbed raw from the itchy sheets on his bed, his hair is drying into a mess from your fingers lacing through it, your breath making the curls go frizzy when he pulls you into him and rocks your body against his sat cock.  

Pulling sugary noises from you again, and again, he finally says it there. Chin between your legs, your orgasm dripping wet from his lips.

You sit up to see him, not sure if you heard. 

He says it again, liking the way it sounds, something he had been scared of saying for a long time, but he always knew he did.

A single tear slips down his cheek and it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen, the cobbler would sit untouched until tomorrow, Eddie having found a sweeter dessert to indulge in, love.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request soft comfort sex with Nanami Kento?

Kinktober: Comfort Sex

His recovery was nothing short of miraculous.

Everyone had been certain, after his fight with Mahito, that Nanami was dead. But it seemed that Death didn’t like doing overtime either, so he was spared for the time being.

Shoko worked tirelessly along with her team to return the special grade to himself. She did her best, but some of the damage done due to Jogo and Mahito’s technique could not be fixed. Nanami still had several scars, he would have permanent limitations on his left side, and was missing one eye.

But, he had his life. That should be all that mattered.

“You ok, Nanami?” Nanami blinked when he heard his name. Realizing he had been staring at his reflection too long. “You were spacing out on me.”

“Yes. I’m fine.” He assured [Y/N]. Turning off the sink he had left running and put his eye patch back on. “Let’s go to bed.”

He and his partner both slid under the covers to get ready for sleep. Yet it seemed his partner had other ideas. Kissing him softly. Coiling up beside him in a tell-tale way that would usually get him excited. But when [Y/N]’s fingertips brushed over the smooth, part sensitive – part numb, patch of skin on his side, Nanami pulled away.

“Is…something wrong?”

“I’m tired.” He told them.

“Oh…” Was all they said at first. Then added, “Shoko said it would be ok if we wanted to…‘get back to normal’….”

It was true. She had said that. Before he had been limited to much physical stress or strain while he healed. No travel either. Now, since his recovery had been so positive, Shoko had given him the green light to get back to his usual routine. Including being intimate with his partner. Yet, recently, he hadn’t wanted to. “You don’t have to force yourself. I’m fine with things the way they are.”

“Force myself?”

“To be with me.” Nanami glanced over at [Y/N] in the dark. Focusing on their face with what he could see with his one eye. “I know being with someone who’s been disfigured wasn’t what you signed up for.”

“Is that how little you think of me?” Nanami was shocked by their reply. More shocked by their anger. They hadn’t gotten angry with him in a long time. Being very patient and supportive through his entire recovery. “That I wouldn’t be attracted to you anymore now that you look like this? That I’ve just been with you out of pity or something?!”

“Well….no….” Not pity at least.

“I love you Nanami. Yes, things are different, but that hasn’t changed! That never will change! I can’t believe you think I wouldn’t want to fuck you because you look different now!” Nanami laid there frozen. Too scared to move in case they would yell at him again. [Y/N] sighed. “Look, if you don’t want to or you’re not ready, that’s fine. But don’t say I’m ‘forcing myself’ to have sex with you.”

“Do you really want to?”

“Yes.” [Y/N] repeated. “But if you aren’t ready,” they repeated as well, “that’s fine too.”

Nanami reached for [Y/N]. Holding on to them with his good arm. “Ok.” He told them. “I want to.”

“Are you sure?”

He didn’t answer and instead pulled [Y/N] down for another kiss. They reciprocate. Kissing him like before but with a bit more intent.

His hands combed over their body. Realizing how much he had missed them now. But as his hands moved over their smooth skin, he was suddenly reminded of his own inadequate appearance and tried to pull away. [Y/N] wasn’t having it though. Moaning against his lips and urging him on with their body. Clearly missing his touch as well.

Their own hands slid under the bottom of his pajama pants. Clasping his building erection and beginning to stroke him. Nanami moaned back as his cock came up to full mast. Eager, it seemed, even more than he was to be touched again.

They continue to kiss and touch for a long while. Refamiliarizing themselves with each other’. [Y/N] then lifted up to straddle over his hips. Telling him to just lay back. It was the easiest for him, given his condition, but he also felt like they were trying to prove a point by looking at him while they did it. Prove that his new appearance didn’t bother him like he thought it had.

Angling his cock with their entrance, [Y/N] slowly inserted him inside them. The warm, wet vice making him moan as he held on to their hips. They ride him slowly. Deliberate, even. Hands on his chest and seeming unbothered by the scars. As they sped up a little, Nanami pulled them down for a kiss. Tongues melded together as he tried to thrust his hips up as much as he could to meet theirs.

“Ah! Oh god right there!” At least that hadn’t changed, Nanami thought.

Their hips bucked hard as they warn Nanami they were about to cum. Nanami told them he was about to do the same and he gripped their hips hard when he did. [Y/N] laid on top of him for a moment. Catching their breath and just holding each other, before they eventually rolled up. “That was great.”

“It was.” Nanami agreed.

“I missed you.”

Nanami grunted. With his changes and recovery there were parts of his life he had neglected. He didn’t think [Y/N] was one of them, but maybe he had been wrong. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” [Y/N] told him as they curled up beside him like before. Falling asleep quickly after that while Nanami laid awake. Thinking about his new life and it’s changes, and how lucky he was that [Y/N] was one thing that hadn’t changed.

[snowrobin-133]

Wiping Tears

Fandom: Wuthering Waves Characters: Geshu Lin x f!Reader (established relationship) Word Counts: 787 Warnings: a bit of angst towards the end – gotta keep up my angsty writing sorry 0w0 – but otherwise just a lot fluff and comfort!!!

A/N: yeet coming out of my supposed writing retirement to write for Geshu Lin bc damn that man is hot :3 tbh this is going off what I know about him, but since there isn’t a lot of information on him I can’t say that this is very accurate sob Anyways not beta read so probably expect some mistakes,,, also I haven't written in a while so idk if this is up to par ;w;

You stand at the kitchen counter, cutting up some veggies for dinner. With a sigh, you put down the knife and glance out the window, watching as raindrops pitter patter on the glass panels.

Geshu Lin had arrived on your doorstep, having been sent on break from battle. You were grateful to see he was alive, having heard about the awful and disastrous result of the battle he faced. But as you helped him settle back in, you quickly took note of the several bandages, scrapes, and bruises scattered all over his body. You were terrified that he wouldn’t be the one to appear on your doorstep again. You were terrified that you’d only find a letter and a notice of death. You were afraid that the last time you had ever seen him would be the last memory you had of him. You were scared and even though he was home with you now, you were still scared of the next time he’d have to leave to battle.

Without realizing it, you were gripping the counter harshly, to the point of white knuckles. You are shaken out of your thoughts however with the feeling of familiar muscular arms wrapping around your waist and a familiar chest pressed to your back. Slowly, you raise your head with a slight turn to look at the man you love hugging you from behind.

“Geshu? Is something wrong?” you ask.

“...Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” he asks in his usual hoarse voice.

You look back down at the cutting board before slowly relaxing into his warm grasp and closing your eyes. You spend a few minutes just basking in his touch and presence, not knowing when the next time is that you’d be able to feel this again.

“...” Geshu Lin stays silent as well and snuggles into you even more, burrowing his neck into the top of your head. He breathes in your shampoo and tightens his hold on you. 

Slowly, you place your hands over his, “...I’m scared.” You finally confess before explaining, “I’m scared that you won’t come back next time… I know that you’re an amazing warrior, a resonator, and you’re amazing, but I, I’m still so scared.” Your hand grasping his tightens, as you look down, not meeting his gaze.

Geshu Lin raises his head and contemplates, not really saying anything. After a couple of minutes, he begins to speak, “You’re right, I’m a strong warrior, and while I admit that I’m not invisible,” he pauses for a second, “but as long as I know that you are here, waiting for me, I will do whatever is possible to come back to you”

Your eyes tear up as you listen to his heartfelt confession, but you stay silent as he continues. 

“Even if the gods refuse to let me come back, I will cut them down and the fate they created for me. Even if a Threnodian were to appear and cut down hundreds of my own soldiers, I will not surrender. I will fight until I can come back to your doorstep.”

As he talked, you turned around in his arms to look him in his eyes. The tears had begun to fall by that point. You gently place your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him, trying to avoid his wounds.

Sniffling, you take a minute to compose yourself, “...In that case, I will be here. I’ll be here when you march through the city and people celebrating your victories. I’ll be here when you come back from countless hours of reports and meetings” you huff out a small laugh, “and I’ll be here to patch you up whenever you come back with injuries.”

Geshu Lin smiles gently, the scar on his lip stretching a bit as he gazes into your eyes. He chuckles at your own proclamation before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, wiping away your tears “Thank you,” he spoke your name in a gentle tone. Although your tears still fall, you relish in this fleeting moment of being in his arms and his rough fingers wiping each tear drop.

Despite his promises, you end up learning less than a year later that even the strongest of warriors can’t always keep their promises. You open the door, expecting and excited to see Geshu Lin, but instead, you find a young man with teal hair standing before you. Your heart drops at the sight of him and slowly, your eyes drop to the letter in his hands. You don’t even need to hear the young man’s words. You know what happened to Geshu Lin. Falling to your knees, tears begin to fall once again, but Geshu Lin is no longer here to wipe them for you.

a/n: Hope you enjoyed this!!

[maybenotjaybe]

HAIRCUT

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PAIRING : caitlyn x vi

SUMMARY : while the couple gets ready for bed, caitlyn realizes that she’s in need of a haircut and vi gladly offers her one, in which caitlyn accepts

REQUESTED : @d0ldrum

CW & TW : fluff, takes place after the war, zaunite & piltovan dynamic, slight angst? idk

A / N : requests are open !!

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as the night falls over the city of piltover, it is quite peaceful and calm from earlier hours of the day. with barely anyone in sight, from the contrast between the moon illuminating the streets to the buildings and the streetlights giving piltover a sense of stillness from the silence.

caitlyn was in the middle of brushing her hair, staring in the mirror of her bathroom while she combed her soft navy locks, the colour matching the eye patch on her left eye. once in a while, she would run her fingers through her hair out of habit.

after a while, she noticed that the length of her hair was way too long for her liking, making her sigh in annoyance. "god, i really need to get my hair cut soon." she mumbled to herself, placing the brush on the bathroom counter and taking the hair tie on her wrist, ready to put her hair in a ponytail. but what stopped her was a familiar voice from behind her.

"why would you need a haircut?" the voice belonged to vi, with her body leaning against the door frame of the bathroom with a small but curious smile on her face. she was in her usual sleepwear, the thin and loose tank top fitted on her body with the pajama shorts she always wears to sleep.

caitlyn glanced behind her to make eye contact with vi, her eyes wide from the sudden appearance, but her gaze then softened when she realized it was vi. "my hair is getting too long, that's all." she said to her girlfriend, giving her a small smile.

vi stared at caitlyn for a moment, the silence filling the bathroom for a moment before her voice cut through it. "i think it looks fine, honestly." she said to her, lightly pushing herself off of the door frame and taking a step towards her, leaning her hip into the wide bathroom counter.

caitlyn then let out a small sigh, nodding at vi's words before staring down at the sink. "i know, but I still might go to the hair salon to get it-" she was cut off by a small chuckle from vi, glancing over at her to see that she was looking away while she was trying not to burst into laughter. "cut.. what's so funny?"

vi continued to chuckle for a short moment, covering her mouth with her hand before glancing back at caitlyn, her arm falling to her side. "do you actually go to the hair salon here?" vi asked caitlyn, a bit of mockery showing in her voice.

caitlyn furrowed her eyebrows out of offense, turning her body to fully facing her now as she cocked her head to the side a bit. "what's wrong with the salon?" she asked vi, her tone a bit harsh but also soft.

vi shook her head with a small chuckle, crossing her arms against her chest as she kept staring at caitlyn. "nothing, it's just that i think that going to a hair salon is a waste of money when you have me here." she said, pointing finger at her own chest.

her words made caitlyn confused, her eyebrows still being furrowed but it wasn't out of offense anymore. "since when can you do hair?" she asked her, trying to figure out how and where she got the experience on how to cut hair.

vi shrugged her shoulders, continuing to stare at caitlyn before speaking again. “well i can’t really do hair, but i can do the occasional trim and all. i can even do bangs.” she said to her, letting her hands fall to her sides once more.

caitlyn just stared at her for a moment, a bit bewildered as the girl in front of her is able to cut and trim hair. yes, it may be a simple thing, but she wasnt expecting vi out of all people to be able to do such a thing.

after a moment of silence, caitlyn finally spoke up, her voice wavering the slightest bit. “i dont know, vi..” she mumbled, glancing between her reflection in the mirror and her girlfriend.

“oh come on, cait!” vi said to her, taking a few steps towards caitlyn before she stood in front of the women, her hands going to hold hers while she stared into her eyes. “just trust me on this alright? and if you dont like it, you can go to that salon you were rambling about.”

caitlyn felt vi’s hands in hers, glancing down to see them loosely intertwined. she let out a soft but shaky breath, her gaze going back up to meet vi’s eyes. “alright, fine.”

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after a few moments of preparation, caitlyn was now sat on the bathroom counter with vi standing between her legs. there was a small pair of scissors in her hands, carefully trimming the ends of caitlyn’s navy hair.

meanwhile, caitlyn just watched as vi worked on trimming her hair with adoration, her hands going to hold her waist as she patiently waited for her to finish.

“how did you learn to do this?” caitlyn suddenly asks, staring down at vi with a mix between curiosity and gentleness.

vi glanced up at her from the scissors with an expression thats rarely seen on her nowadays; misery and regret. caitlyn watched as vi let out a shaky breath, her gaze going back down to the scissors and continued to trim her hair.

“i used to cut my siblings hair all the time when i was younger, with the help from my mom of course.” she mumbled to her quietly, a small but sad smile tugging at her lips while her mind went back to the memories when she was with her family who has now passed on. “i would mainly cut powder.. or jinx’s hair, since she liked to have her hair so short back then.”

caitlyn can feel her heart shatter in pieces from her words, remembering the fact that she didnt have any blood family left. she couldnt imagine losing her family, and losing her mother was enough for her.

“do you miss them?” she asked vi, her voice soft and filled with sorrow for the girl in front of her.

vi went still for a moment, the scissors on her hand stopping mid-cut as her mind went back in time. being reminded of her family being gone tugged at her heart strings, making her let out a shaky breath. “very.”

caitlyn couldn’t help but frown at her words, feeling sorrow for her loss. she wasn’t sure what else to say, so what she did was that she let her hands rub her waist gently out of comfort.

the silence took over the both of them, the only thing that can be heard is the scissors trimming the ends of caitlyn’s hair. she noticed how in-the-zone vi was while cutting her, admiring her silently while she was concentrating.

“y’know, it was common in zaun that family or friends would take care of your hair. we would never go to a hair salon or anything like that since we could only trust each other.” vi said all of a sudden, continuing to trim her girlfriend's hair gently.

caitlyn’s eyes bulged out a bit, staring at vi while she spoke about her homelands. “really?” she asked, her voice soft but filled with slight shock. she never would have thought that zaunites could only trust family and friends to take care of their hair, but knowing what happens down in zaun, is a reasonable decision.

vi nodded at caitlyn's words, a small smile showing on her face while she handled the ends of her hair with the scissors. "yeah, it was really nice actually. sometimes I like to imagine my dad cutting my hair like in the old days."

caitlyn nodded slightly at her words, being aware that vi was cutting her hair so she had to be careful. "was it ever awkward?" she asked, staring into vi's eyes with curiosity.

vi shook her head lightly, glancing up at caitlyn quickly before going back to trimming her hair. "it was never awkward," she started, her voice gentle. "we would always talk casually to each other as if someone wasn't getting their hair cut by one of us."

caitlyn listen as vi rambled on, smiling softly while her hands were still holding her waist. she could heart the small and quiet snips of the scissors while vi trimmed her ends.

after a while, vi placed the scissors down on the counter next to caitlyn and started to lightly run her fingers through her hair, making sure that the ends are even. “alright, im all done.” she told caitlyn, taking a step back so she can get off the counter.

caitlyn let out a soft sigh and let her body slip off the counter and onto the floor, landing on her feet. she turned around and looked in the mirror to see her now shorter hair done by vi. her eyes widened slightly, a hand of hers going to touch the ends of her hair. “this is..”

“do you like it?” vi asked, a smile on her face as she took a step forward so that she stood next to caitlyn. she couldn’t help but stare at caitlyn’s reflection through the mirror, noticing how pretty she was with her hair cut short now.

caitlyn couldn’t help but smile widely at her words, nodding as she twirled one of the strands around her fingers. “yeah, i love it.” she said to her, staring back at vi through the mirror.

vi smiled widely, taking a step closer a wrapping an arm around caitlyn’s waist. “i knew you would.” she muttered to her, a wide grin on her face.

caitlyn couldnt help but chuckle softly, leaning her head into hers while both of her hands wrapped around vi’s waist, holding her close. she then pressed a light kiss to the top of vi’s head, which caused a smile to form on her face.

“im happy that you like it, cupcake.” vi mumbled, her free hand going to play with the strands of caitlyn’s hair.

her words made caitlyn’s smile soften, letting out a small sigh while she let her eyes flutter shut. “im happy too.” she whispered back, holding her close.

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[mugiwara-rosewolf]

All My Life

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Sabo x F! Reader

Summary: Reader has been a Revolutionary since birth. But her first mission went terribly wrong, leaving her friend Sabo terribly scarred. They've stuck together since the day he lost his memory--but she remembers everything. So when news hits the papers, and Sabo falls ill, Reader has to grapple with the outcomes and consequences of her first and longest-running mission. Has she succeeded or failed? What happens when her former-amnesiac Sabo finally remembers her?

Warnings/Tropes: Slight Canon Divergence, Canon Typical Trauma, Medium Angst & Mild Cursing. Revolutionary!Reader, Besotted!Sabo, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Amnesia, Light Angst & Mild Cursing.

Original Request;

Hi again. Requests on Sabo at your service 😂 I love it too much 😍 anyway. I'm still here because the first request was great! You write very well. I put you if you allow me in the favorite writers that I discovered on this site! ♥ and also if ever another idea comes to me, let me come back to let you know *bows*

Good ! we're going to go to my dear and adorable Sabo.... I don't know if you write nfsw? Let me know if it's yes or no (so I can see what kind of request I'll send you)

So, reader will be in the revolutionary army before Sabo, she meets him at her mission in fuschia. Then after his accident, she helps him to overcome this ordeal and years later, Sabo discovers that he loves her but how to tell her given how much he is not comfortable with himself and says to himself he doesn't deserve happiness

I don't know if it's angst or not, but it's too hard to be soft... Especially the last sentence. Sabo-chan, you deserve all the stars in the universe, don't think like that 🤧 a happy ending at the end where I (reader) comfort him. I trust you to bring sabo's insecurities to the fore and how reader comforts him

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He didn’t remember screaming. Not really.

He remembered the darkness, though. The way it sank into his ribs and sucked all the air from his lungs. He remembered collapsing. Something sharp cracking beneath his knees. Someone—Koala, maybe—calling his name. The press of hands trying to steady him. The sting of bile in his throat. The burn in his chest that wasn’t fire but something worse.

And then, nothing.

When he opened his eyes again, he was somewhere quiet. Somewhere warm.

Dim candlelight flickered across the stone walls of the infirmary. Familiar. The kind of place he should’ve hated by now. The kind of place where pain got catalogued and patched up and sent back into battle. But this time, no one rushed him. No one poked or prodded or asked too many questions.

Only one person was there.

Y/N.

She sat beside his cot like a statue carved out of tension and salt. Her boots were scuffed from the knees up with dried mud. A half-healed gash on her cheek. Fingers knotted in her lap so tightly, the knuckles shone white. But her eyes—when they met his—he saw they’d been crying.

Sabo shifted, trying to sit up, only for a bolt of nausea to punch through his gut.

She was at his side in a flash. “Hey—hey, easy, you’re okay. Just breathe.”

Her hand pressed against his chest. Not to pin him down, just to ground him. Anchor him.

“I’m here,” she said softly. “You’re not alone.”

Something cracked in him then. A splintering deeper than bone. He didn’t even realize he’d grabbed her wrist until his fingers started to shake.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” His voice was hoarse. Strangled.

Y/N blinked, lashes fluttering like she’d been struck. “I wanted to. I tried.”

“Ace,” he rasped. “Luffy. I forgot them. I forgot everything—and I’m supposed to live with that? Like it’s okay?”

He felt like he was drowning again, but this time there was no ocean, no fire—just memory. Smoke and ash and screaming. A little boy with freckles. A kid with a straw hat and stars in his eyes. A girl with knives in her hands and the whole world balanced on her shoulders.

“I didn’t just forget them,” he whispered. “I left them. I let them die.”

“No,” she said firmly. Too fast.

“You don’t understand—”

“I do,” she snapped. Her voice broke on the edges like brittle glass. “You think I didn’t try to stop it? I begged Dragon. I fought. I disobeyed orders and risked everything and it still wasn’t enough.”

Her breath hitched. She stood suddenly, pacing the narrow room like a storm in boots and bloodstained sleeves.

“I saw the paper, Sabo. I saw Ace’s face in the headline. I heard your scream. And I knew—knew you remembered. And all I could think was… God, please don’t break. Not now. Not him.”

Sabo stared at her. At the tear tracks on her face, fresh and raw. At the way her hands clenched like she was trying to hold herself together by force alone.

He whispered, “I don’t deserve this.”

Y/N turned to him slowly.

“This,” she echoed. “What is this?”

“You. This life. Any of it.” He looked away. His hand twitched toward the left side of his face, stopped, hovered. “Ace is gone. Luffy could’ve died. And I’m still here. Scarred and stupid and—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, fierce and quiet. “Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that.”

“I’m not—Y/N, I’m not the boy you used to know.”

“I know,” she said. “I watched you burn, Sabo. I dove into the sea to drag you back. I was there when you couldn’t remember your name. And I never left.”

She stepped closer, kneeling beside the cot again. Her hands reached out, this time not to anchor him, but to touch. Her fingers curled around his own, gentle but sure.

“You didn’t leave them,” she said. “You were taken. And Ace… He wouldn’t want you to waste what he died to protect.”

Sabo’s throat tightened.

Her hand rose, brushing his temple, just shy of the jagged web of scar tissue that glowed pale in the low light.

“I miss him too,” she whispered. “But I’m still here. So are you.”

The silence stretched long. Steady. Not empty, but full—of breath and heartbeat and everything unspoken.

He looked at her, truly looked, and thought: She’s always been there.

And suddenly the words were there, teetering on the edge of his tongue.

“I love you.”

It was small. Quiet. Almost lost in the hush of the room. But he meant it with every cracked rib and burned nerve and memory that still hurt to hold.

Y/N blinked.

Then she smiled. That smile. Dandelion-sunshine-supernova, all in one. And she leaned forward until her forehead pressed softly to his. Her voice was barely a breath.

“I love you too, Sabo.”

He closed his eyes. Let the warmth settle into his bones.

Later, they’d talk more. Share stories. Bury the guilt between them like seeds in the dirt—things to be grown from, not haunted by.

But for now, they sat in that quiet place. Hand in hand. Forehead to forehead. Hearts still aching, still healing.

And for the first time in a long time, Sabo let himself believe that maybe—just maybe—he was allowed to be happy.

That maybe, just maybe… he deserved it.

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Ahhh! This got way out of hand. I am so sorry, my dear @sab0ace !—Please forgive my tardiness. I hope, after all this time you have found this story well worth the wait.

All the best,

Rose

[b4tracha]

Dressing Rooms (S.CB x M! Reader)

Dom! Seo Changbin x Sub!Male! Reader

 (Reader will have a penis in this. I hope everyone enjoys and I am sorry for not posting as often. Exams will be over the first full week of December so I will be posting more afterward <3)

You have been an employee of JYP Entertainment for the past year, and it was almost unbelievable how kind everyone is. When you first got into the industry, people would warn you about how the people in different companies would treat staff. However, none of your higher-ups or idols made you feel that way.

Your first group was Itzy, but they decided to switch you to Stray Kids for 5-star and Rock-Star. The members treated you almost like another member in the short time you have known each other. You were also a young man, a mere 00 liner, and trying to work in hard environments. 

Since you met the group, they would invite you out and you got especially close to a certain member. Changbin, for once, was taller than someone and he would tease you while making sure you were fine with it. He would cuddle and flirt with you no matter how bashful you got. Honestly, he got worse when you more embarrassed.

Somewhere in September, you both started to hook up. While drunk, he confessed that he realize he liked men a while ago, but was never had the chance to hook up with one. You suggested, just as drunk, that maybe you didn’t mind hooking up with him. It didn’t happen then but once you both were sober, you guys finally became friends with benefits.

You couldn’t hook up as often, but when it did happen..

He always blew your mind.

“Y/N~” A voice whined behind you. It would be Changbin who messed up his outfit about twenty minutes before they went on. 

 You were trying to make sure their outfits were put on correctly and wouldn’t fall apart on stage. That happened too often because of how energetic they are and you didn’t want it to happen again. You have already fixed Lee Know’s shirt at least twice. 

“Yes, hyung?” You turned from your small inspections, nearly running into Changbin. You both were nearly chest to chest with how close you were. “Oh, Binnie-hyung- Sorry, I didn’t know you were right behind me..” 

You pulled back and Changbin simply kept smiling at you, shrugging before going back to whining, “There’s something wrong with my pants~” You sighed and went to look before he grabbed your hand and whispered in your ear. “Needs to be in a private room. The noonas shouldn’t see this.” 

Of course.

You grabbed your supplies just in case there was a tear or something to patch up and guided the older man to an empty dressing room. He locked the door behind him just incase and you bent over and sat everything down and set everything in their right place.

Suddenly you felt a hand rubbing your ass. You were used to this from Lee Know, so you rolled your eyes and went about your work before you felt his hands grab your waist and brush something hard right on your ass. You froze, trying to figure out what was going on and slowly turned your head.

“Here..?” You whispered. He has always had a thing for trying to hook up in public places. There were time where you both would go out to eat and would suck him off in the bathroom, but it was never at work. Though, you were wearing a plug for later. Changbin suggested to go out after their pre-recording and you didn’t have time to go home, you fingered yourself open just incase he wanted to do something.

“Yeah.. I have too much adrenaline, prince.” You shivered. You loved when he called you that. His cock was only chubbing up more as he grinded against your clothed butt. “I need a release.”

He bent down across your back and whispered once again in your ear, “I can feel the plug inside of you anyways. How about you give Sir what you want?”

You whimpered, hands shaking at the thought. Your head was already spin and you were just being dry humped. “Okay..”

He chuckled and smacked your ass before pulling away. You both knew you didn’t have enough time to do anything special, so you simply unbuttoned your pants and pulled down your pants and boxers. Your small cock was starting to get hard as well as you spit and started to jerk yourself off slowly. 

“Good boy.” He hummed before smacking your ass. It wasn’t hard or that loud but the action made you moan. Changbin grabbed your ass aggressively before speading your cheeks apart and looking at the delight that he’s been thinking about almost all day. “Plug looks delicious in your hole, prince. You should wear them more often for me.”

“Yes sir.” The words slipped from your lips easily. It was always easy to submit to Changbin. The male teased your hole, pulling out the plug mid-way before pushing it back inside. You bit your lip aggressively trying not to be too loud. As much as it felt good, you didn’t want to lose your job. Your legs started to shake below you, but he just wrapped his strong arms around you and held you up to take the torture.

“You’re sucking it in like a little slut. You love having something in your hole all the time, hm?” He groaned at the sight. He licked his lips and finally pulled it out. Your ass clenched over nothing, wet and slick for something bigger to fill it. He guided you to a dresser and bent you over. You glanced up at the mirror infront of you, watching the tears in your eyes and hunger in Changbin’s right behind you. “Are you ready?”

“Yes Sir.. I’m ready for you to fuck me..” You whimpered and shook your hips in hopes he would hurry up and get inside of you already. He removed the hair from his eyes and pulled something from his pocket. He showed you in the mirror as if you should know what it was.

You turned and noticed it was lube. Fuck, you were so needy that you forgot you needed that. Even if you used extra earlier, you still needed more right now. He unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers down just at his thigh so he wouldn’t get anything on his pants. His cock was standing at attention, rock hard, red, angry and leaking. Changbin opened the bottle of lube and squirted the substance on his fingers before caressing it on his cock. 

You took your hands spread yourself apart to help the male behind you and whined at him through the mirror. “Please sir, I need your cock. Breed me?”

Changbin groaned at the words, eyes rolling back. He blinked back before adjust your position and pushing inside slowly. The stretch was slight painful, but it felt so good in a masochistic type of way. The older man sunk inside until his balls touched your thighs, all the way inside. “Fuck you’re tight, prince. Tell me when you’re ready.”

Your eyes were clouded with tears, shaking at the feeling of him splitting you open so good. You didn’t need time to adjust, you needed him to fuck you stupid. “Fuck me. Please, sir..” Your voice shook heavily as the spit in your mouth poured from your mouth down your chin.

 The man chuckled and grabbed your hips tightly to the point where you’re probably going to see bruises later and slowly pulled out almost all the way before slamming back inside.

You both moaned out in sync before he started up his rhythm. It was hard and rough, causing your body to jerk each time he pushed back inside. You could only whimper and whine with your teeth biting down into your lip in fear you would scream from the constant thrusts. From the start he was hitting your prostate one thrust after another. It usually took your other hookups a short bit to find yours, but from the first time Changbin found it almost immediately. 

“Shit.. you’re clenching all around me. You must want me to cum deep inside you, hm?” His words were like waves, moving in and out of your ears. You could barely understand what he was saying to you. Once you process the words, you immediately whined loudly and nodded quickly. You needed his cum so bad. You wanted it in your stomach so bad..

“Sir.. please..” You whispered hoarsely, hoping Changbin could understand what you were saying to him. Your stomach was starting to tighten hard to the point it almost hurt. You started to reach your peak already. It wasn’t a surprise, he usually pushed you past overstimulation until he would finally cum. It wasn’t uncommon where he would pull two or three orgasms from you before he came himself. “I’m so close.. I need to cum..”

“Already? Of course, that’s so pathetic.” He spit at you, knowing you loved the slight degradation whilst sneaking his hand under you to start jerking you off to help. “Luckily for you, I am close too. I’m going to cum too. Going to breed you, Y/N..”

“Please..” You begged, legs shaking and drooling down your chin and chest until it hit the dresser. He went quiet behind you, trying to focus on his thrusts and hurrying up. You both already took too long and you’d need time to clean up after this. You more than him, however. 

 He flicked his thumb over your sensitive tip during a certain hard thrust and you jerked under him, feeling that feeling in your stomach suddenly snap. A long, soft moan poured from your lips as you finally came. Your cum filled his hand as your ass clenched around his cock aggressively. The feeling of you squeezing him gave him just the right amount of pleasure to finally flood inside you. 

His hips snapped inside of you, cock letting stream after stream leak inside. Deep breaths filled the air from you both. It was hard to catch your breath when everything was still so hot. He grunted at the feeling of his softenign dick still being clenched around. He slowly pulled out and grabbed a cloth and soap that was near one of the sinks and wiped himself down as best as he could. He could hope he was decent enough to be let on stage.

Once he was situated with his pants up and stainless, he wiped you down as well. The plug slipped back inside of you once you were cleaned up enough. He whispered soft praises and kissed behind your ear or your back. Your eyes were unfocused with unshed tears still there. Your legs shook softly as you left your entire body weight on the dresser, letting him do what he needed. He always did well aftercare for you. 

Changbin fixed your clothes for you and laid you on the couch. Once your body hit the couch, the feeling of exhaustion rushed in. Your eyes had mini weights as you grabbed a throw pillow to use for your head. You needed a nap, he fucked you so good. 

“Hey prince, can you hear me?” You softly looked up at him and nodded with a little smile. “Good. I’m going to leave you here and say you got sick and need to stay away from everyone.”

“Okay..” You whispered and closed your eyes. You were already half asleep. The male above you smiled softly before moving away.. “I love you, hyung..”

His heart skipped a beat at the sleepy confession. “I love you too, prince.”

[blue-arkhamknight]

Hi! I haven’t done this before, so I apologise if I’m doing something wrong, but I’m a sucker for those fics where one of the Batboys stumbles injured into your apartment and the reader helps them, then a bond is formed and they come back just randomly or when they are hurt, and I am wondering if you could do this prompt with Tim Drake or really any character you want!

Sorry if this is a bad request, and I hope you're having a good day :)

i took so damn long im so sorry

“Thank you…”

ps: its bad im sorry

Warning: Injuries.

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“Shit.”

The boy wonder had said, breaking in a apartment, looking for aid on his torn shoulder.

Tim stared at the person who the apartment was owned by. You stared back equally, terrified of the random appearance of the man.

“Now- I know what this looks like! I swear I won’t do anything or hurt you!.. I would appreciate if you could lend me a hand here…”

He said quickly, the boy was trying to reassure you that he would not inflict pain as he held his own injured shoulder.

You never thought Red Robin would be on your apartment, but nevertheless, you hurried to your med kit to patch him up.

“Here.. sit down.”

You said, sitting down the vigilante in your couch which he was grateful for.

“I’m really, really sorry…”

Tim mumbled, he didn’t want to disturb but he really needed aid on his shoulder.

After stitching him up, the boy promised to not leave trace that he was ever at your home.

“I’m here to help if you ever get in trouble again.”

You said with a small laugh, which he followed after with a nod.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

He said giving you a smile, a sweet one. The kind that you knew his eyes were wrinkling under the domino mask.

You waved as he jumped off the window and quickly closed it.

What. Had. Just. Happened.

A boy had suddenly come into your apartment and you had to patch him up?!

THE Red Robin?!

The shock was still there, you had hoped you acted nonchalant about the whole deal.

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After that incident Tim kept coming back to your apartment to patch him up, even if it was for the simplest thing.

He had even stayed over some days.

He found you nice and even made you laugh. It meant you liked his dumb jokes. He found himself rambling to you one time and you had actually listened!

He was over the moon really. He could be himself even in the costume.

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“Um- your-“

You were going to point out his mask was quite literally falling off his face as he entered your window, but before you could finish he let out a high pitch scream, putting the mask back on.

You were quick to laugh, holding your stomach as hw himself held his laughter after realizing his scream must have been ridiculous.

“So you’re Timothy Drake?”

You asked, now both of you were settled down and Tim without his mask.

“Tim, please, but yes.”

He had said, nodding his head with a smile. He was looking at you as you patched his arm up, but it was that sweet, almost loving look he had developed over the months of visiting you.

“Okay, Tim.”

You said, his name rolling off your tongue easily as he internally melted.

“Hey…”

Tim started, but the words died short on his throat as he got embarrassed.

“What?”

Your voice snapped him off his thoughts, looking back at you again.

“I-.. well…. I’m really thankful I met you.”

He said, his voice full of sincerity.

“I am too. Really. You’ve been great company.”

You had said back, smiling at him. Tim smiled back, his cheeks tinted the slightest as he hugged you, sighing when you wrapped your arms around him back, muttering a small:

“Thank you…”

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sorry this is bad, its short and i changed my writing style due to laziness 😭

i didn’t have any idea on how to do this so its why its bad. also lazarus put is coming soon! (i hope 😞)

again, i apologize for the sloppy writing.

[everything2go]

Title: Second to None

Summary: She had always been there—watching, waiting, hoping. But for Dick Grayson, she was always the second choice. Until she wasn’t.

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I should have known better.

I should have known from the moment I met him, with that easy grin and bright blue eyes, that I would never be the one.

Because there was always someone else.

First, it was Barbara. The perfect partner, the perfect match. The girl who could meet him blow for blow in a fight and still laugh at his jokes. Then Kory—the alien goddess with fire in her veins and love burning in her heart. After her, it was someone new, and then another.

And then there was me.

The one who listened when he needed to vent. The one who patched up his wounds when no one else was around. The one who stayed up late researching his cases, only to hand him the credit when the mystery was solved.

I knew I wasn’t first. I knew, in his eyes, I was never going to be the girl who stole his breath away. But I thought, maybe, just maybe, if I stayed close enough, he’d see me.

But Dick Grayson didn’t look at me that way.

“Thanks, you’re the best,” he’d say, ruffling my hair like a kid sister before running off after someone else.

I would swallow the lump in my throat, put on a smile, and say, “Anytime, Grayson.”

It wasn’t fair. I knew that. I deserved more.

But love makes fools of us all.

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It wasn’t until the night everything fell apart that I realized how much of a fool I had been.

Bloodhaven’s sky was alight with fire, the acrid smell of smoke thick in the air. Dick was on the ground, battered, bruised, but still standing. And in his arms, she lay unconscious—his latest love, the one he swore was different.

I watched as he murmured her name, his fingers brushing against her cheek with the kind of tenderness I had dreamed of for years. My heart clenched, not just with jealousy, but with exhaustion.

I was tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of being second.

And in that moment, something inside me snapped.

I turned on my heel and walked away.

Not for the drama. Not for attention. But because I finally understood—he wasn’t my person. And maybe he never would be.

For the first time in years, I let myself breathe.

Maybe I wasn’t his first choice.

But I could be my own.

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A week passed before he knocked on my door.

“Hey,” he said, smiling like he always did, as if he hadn’t shattered me over and over again.

“Hey,” I replied, my voice steady.

“I haven’t seen you around.”

“I needed space.”

His expression faltered. “Did I do something wrong?”

I looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time, I saw the truth. Dick Grayson was kind, charming, and brave. But he was also blind.

And I was done waiting for him to see.

I smiled, small but sure. “No, Dick. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

I did.

But not anymore.

I closed the door, leaving him standing there.

And for the first time in years, I didn’t look back.

[last-knight-who-was]

I found this in my notes app and realized I never reposted this on my current blog! I wrote this while RWBY V9 was airing, between episode 7 and 8 in response to this post by @actualbampot. I like it, so I figured I'd go ahead an post it again!

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It was strange being back at Beacon after three years. Even stranger to think about how, if the Fall had never happened, they'd be ending their final year of school within the next month or so. It'd been some time since Weiss had imagined that particular scenario though. And yet here they were; the four of them, back in their old dorm room.

It was exactly as they'd left it that last morning, before the final match of the Vytal Tournament. Before they'd lost Penny and Pyrrha. Before the First Battle of Beacon. Before everything went wrong.

Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. All of their old things exactly where they'd been; Blake's books still on the shelf, Yang's posters plastered across the walls, Ruby's game controllers discarded on the floor, several of Weiss' text books laid out on the desk.

Weiss glanced over at Blake and Yang, sitting together on the faunus' old bed. Ruby had opened the window, sitting down on the sill, one leg lifted up with her arm propped on her knee, the other leg dangling outside as she stared off at Vale in the distance. The fires had been put out days ago, and already people were coming together to rebuild the kingdom.

With Salem put to rest at last, the Creatures of Grimm eradicated, and the Gods of Light and Darkness gone for good, there was finally hope for a future. Humans and Faunus were moving forward together, rebuilding everything that had been lost. And beyond that, with no Grimm, new settlements could be established. No more hiding behind walls. Unfortunately for Team RWBY, today was also the last time they'd all be together for quite some time.

With reconstruction underway, all of the Heroes of Remnant (as they were apparently being called now) would be going to different parts of the world to offer aid. Ren, Nora, and Oscar had left earlier in the week, headed east to Anima. They'd taken Jaune's armor and weapon with them, to return to his family. Emerald and Neo had elected to stay in Vale and help out there, while Yang and Blake were leaving later that evening to go to Menagerie. Meanwhile, Weiss would be going to Vacuo to reunite with her family and help establish an actual settlement for the refugees from Atlas and Mantle.

Ruby hadn't told them where she was going yet; Weiss suspected she wasn't sure what she wanted to do yet. Which was fine, honestly the younger girl deserved to have a break. Maybe she'd stay on Patch with her father for awhile. It would be good for her.

A beep from Yang's scroll roused Weiss from her musing. Glancing at the blonde brawler, she found her reading a text, Blake leaning against her side. "Dad's waiting down at the docks to see us off," Yang announced. As the BY duo stood up, Weiss noticed from the corner of her eye how Ruby ducked her head.

She didn't have much time to think on it as she found herself pulled between the newly married couple, into a tight hug. Weiss wrapped her arms around both of them, burying her head into their shoulders. "I'm gonna miss you guys," she murmured.

"Don't worry, it'll only be a few months before we're together again," Blake replied, giving the former heiress a squeeze as she butted their heads together affectionately.

"Yeah, cheer up Weisscream! You'll see us again before you have time to miss us," Yang added, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I doubt that," Weiss said, giving them a watery smile as the three of them separated.

Yang turned as Ruby approached, pulling her little sister into a crushing hug that Ruby returned just as tight. "I'll miss you little sis," Yang whispered, kissing the side of Ruby's head.

"I love you Yang," Ruby replied, voice muffled against her sister's shoulder.

"I love you too." Pulling away, Yang cupped Ruby's cheek briefly before she moved over for Blake, who immediately pulled Ruby into another hug.

Ruby laughed softly, curling her arms around the older girl's waist. "Look after Yang for me, will you? We both know what a disaster she is," the leader joked, shooting her sister a teasing look over Blake's shoulder.

Yang very maturely poked her tongue out at her as the other three giggled. "Of course I will," Blake replied, leaning away.

"Good," Ruby said, looking away briefly before meeting Blake's eyes. "I love you Blake. I'm happy to call you my sister."

Blake's lip wobbled, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. "I love you too sis."

Yang smiled, taking Blake's hand in her own and tugging her toward the door. "C'mon ya softie," she teased, stopping briefly to shoot a look back at the other two. "Bye guys, we'll see ya later." For a moment, her eyes locked with silver, a sadness that Weiss didn't understand appearing in those lilac eyes.

As the Bumbleby duo left, Weiss turned to her partner. "I know it'll only be a few months, but... a part of me can't help thinking of the last time we were separated at this school. About how I thought I'd never see you three again."

A frown tugged at Ruby's lips as she crossed her arms, turning to Weiss. "You'll see them again Weiss," she said with conviction, absolutely certain of that fact.

The ex-heiress looked up into those silver eyes, still not used to how much taller than her the younger girl was now. "I know."

Ducking her head, Ruby's tongue darted out to wet her lips. Almost as if she were steeling herself to say something important. After a moment, a soft sigh escaped her. "But you won't be seeing me again."

Weiss stiffened, eyes narrowing. "What do you mean? Where are you going?" As she took a step closer, Ruby took one back.

"I don't know. I just know that... I'm done here." Finally, she raised her head, meeting Weiss' gaze with a small, content smile. "I've fulfilled my purpose, finished my journey." Her smile widened, eyes glossy with unshed tears. "And it feels good!"

Weiss stared back at her, mind running a thousand miles a second as realization settled in. After Ruby had run away in the Ever After she had been gone for days. Days that WBY and Jaune had spent looking for her everywhere. Until finally she came back, Neo with her, no longer trying to kill them.

There had been something different about Ruby after that. A sort of calm focus, as if she was certain of who she was and what she was meant to do for the first time since Beacon fell. Weiss should have realized that Ruby had experienced the same sort of Rebirth that the Afterans did, but she'd just been so happy to have her best friend back that she'd ignored the signs.

But now she understood. Ruby Rose had died and been reborn in the Ever After. Reborn with the purpose of saving Remnant. A purpose that she'd finally fulfilled.

Inhaling shakily, Weiss gave her partner a teary smile before pulling her into a hug. "I'm... I'm happy for you," she whispered, taking comfort in the warm embrace of her first friend, her best friend, for what she knew would be the final time.

As they pulled apart, Weiss subtly wiped a tear from her face, clearing her throat. Ruby laughed softly, shaking her head. "So what will you do next? Today's the first day of the rest of your life Weiss."

Weiss took a step back, fidgeting with her hands as she took a moment to think it over. "Well, you know I always imagined that I'd one day take over the Schnee Dust Company, turn it back into the company my grandfather wanted it to be." She paused, considering that old dream, knowing that wasn't the future she wanted anymore.

Ruby seemed to understand, her head tilting curiously, a knowing smile on her face. "And now?"

A smile slowly curled Weiss' lips as she bounced on her heels. "Now... I think I wanna keep moving. Go anywhere, everywhere!" There was an excitement to her voice as she began to pace back and forth under Ruby's watchful gaze. "There's so many people who need help and I want to help as many as I can!" She let out a laugh, running a hand through her freshly cut hair. "Brothers, I can't believe I'm saying this! It sounds so exhausting but-" Turning back to face Ruby, she froze, the smile dropping from her face.

Her partner was gone. As if she'd never been there at all.

Weiss looked around, whirling in place to look at every corner of the room. There was no sign of her.

Slowly, Weiss' shoulders slumped. With a sigh, she moved to leave, pausing in the doorway. Giving one last glance over her shoulder, she took in their old dorm room for the last time, her eyes landing on Ruby's dangling bed last.

"Goodbye Ruby," she murmured softly, reaching over to flick off the light switch. "You won't be forgotten." Gently, Weiss Schnee closed the door and walked away.

[balanced-but-falling-apart]

I think the content creators roundtable was very eye opening and an overdue but necessary conversation to have.

Problems that even I as casual player was noticing was being talked about and I'm glad it is. I think the community needed this: a roundtable where wiztubers and players can talk freely about their problems with this game without devs ignoring what's wrong.

Players have been voicing their complaints about this game with KingsIsle/Gamigo putting their fingers in their ears going "Lalalalalala perfect game, nothing wrong."😊

The more I listened to that phone call, the more you realize just how bad a lot of things in this game are sometimes. Like holes in the wall of a house being patched up with duc-tape.

Here are a list of problems I was jotting down while watching those streams. And some of these problems have problems within themselves:

- Petmaking is literally insane.

*No way to re-roll pet talents

*Expensive right of the bat.

- Little to no catering to casual players or new characters.

- Players not feeling like their time is being respected or incentivized; like their time and money are being wasted.

* Predatory monetization

* No pity system for packs

* Meta gear being locked behind packs

* VERY Pay To Win

-Gamigo's shady history of buying out gaming companies, squeezing as much money as they can from player and abandoning them.

- No casual PVP

*PVP implementations effecting PVE

* No low level pvp

- Cards being to hard to understand for new players

- Archmastery effecting the casting of other players in your team.

- Unlocking spellements for a certain path just for the card to get changed again. Speaking of...

*Cards changing over and over and over and over and over bc they don't know what they're doing.

- There is STILL a paywall/membership fee in 2024.

- Impossible to get gold keys

- Cool and interested new ideas being implemented POORLY.

- Lack of School Identity

- The game straight up breaking over and over again.

- No new side worlds

-Since the community is so niche, toxicity stuck out like a sore thumb. Cheaters, snipers, racists, all the ists and isms are waaay to noticable.

-No Roadmap for content

-A lack of Transparency from KingsIsle

One thing Ultimate Speedster brought up was how player's time/money is valued by comparing Wiz to other mmos like Genshin and Honkai.

Everytime you explore a new area you get primogems. Everytime there's an update: primogems, Side quests?: primogems, daily tasks?: Primogems. You spend money on a character banner, there's a pity system to help you get the item/character you actually want.

Wizard 101 could implement something similar for crowns and items! They are so slow to modernizing this game! Names and gender changing took 14 years to arrive. That color palette thing that was leaked is still not in the game. What are they even DOING with our money?!?!

This company and game demands so much of our time and money without listening and have the audacity to ignore things players have been saying for years? Meanwhile this game is not mainstream and there are other games people can go play? KI/Gamigo can miss me with their BS.

I think the Glassdoor reviews on KigsIsle also speak volumes. Multiple people who work there have stated that things players want implemented are ACTIVELY being ignored by higher ups and if spoken about will get you FIRED! Even THEY believe it's a sinking ship.

I think this conversation is so important because these are things people have been saying for years, and people love this game.

It's been around 15 years and has a dedicated fan base. If they don't listen, it only looks bad on KI's part (higher-ups) not the creatives, and if this game crashes and burns it will be KI/Gamigo's fault.

I know it's not the dev teams faults and I love them so much. I just hate that I feel like my favorite game is being held hostage by greedy corporate higher-ups. I want a private server/remake of Wiz similar to Toontown Revamp.

The creators where thinking about boycotting if things don't change and honestly I think they and the rest of us should do it bc companies don't listen until you hit their pockets. This game is niche with a small dedicated fanbase. With many people wanting to leave and few people coming in, you have much more power than you think.

Please go watch the stream(s) from these amazing creators if you haven't yet. They care about this game just as much as we do:

[sirfluffletin]

No.2 Parent

cOOLkidd & Reader

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The slow creaking of hinges announced your entrance, you gently cracked the wooden door open letting out a small sound as you peaked your head inside.

You'd only been dating 007n7 for a couple months now but you've only met his son 2 times and both encounters had been cut exponentially short. This was also the first time you've been this far into 7's home. The living space was barren, lacking decor- besides photos exuberantly lining the walls like vines on trilling. The bright smiles of the pair immortalized in-frame tugged at the corners of your own mouth, he looked like a good kid... The home was definitely lived in this particular side of the home left a warm feeling in your chest that lingered tucked into your heart as you called out softly into cOOLkidd's room.

"cOOLkidd?"

There was no response, you looked all around but you couldn't make out anything apart from the monitors stationed at the desk illuminating a small patch of the otherwise pitch black room. The chair was haphazardly rolled out from its position underneath the desk as if someone got up in a hurry. You assumed the worst and without further hesitation, you set about checking for the whereabouts of the boy.

You squinted in the darkness trying to scan for any trace of movement despite your searching you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched and the occasional noises you faintly heard- you couldn't decipher if they were coming from the shadows or from 07 in the kitchen. You convinced yourself of the latter, despite your newly reignited paranoia and concern prompting you to call out again.

"cOOLkidd, are you in here?"

Suddenly a pair of red irises flickered from the inky black void and you let out a startled gasp, nearly stumbled back by the appearance. You raised a hand to your chest, trying to calm your heart from its frantic beating senselessly at your ribs.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when said blood red irises began to approach you followed by the rapid pitter patter of bare feet on hard wood. You couldn't even back away quickly enough before you were being encaged by arms around your middle, his full body leaned on you as their head rested on your stomach.

"HI YOUR GOING TO BE MY NEW PARENT RIGHT?! RIGHT?!"

You jolted struggling too keep bothering you and him standing as they continued to lean upon you in their suffocating hug, although their head moved from your stomach and now his chin rested in its place digging sharply into the flesh of your stomach, you hissed at the discomfort and he seemed to now study you in a analytical manner, not wanting to give the wrong impression. You smiled down at him your fear and confusion overridden, you stood there frozen, smiling at your own muddled reflection in those bright red irises as you came to the uncomfortable realization that he was definitely testing you.

"I-"

You realized you were standing there smiling down at the boy for far too long- it was getting awkward, the pain in your stomach had yet to dull and you were expected to say something, so you barely managed to stutter out a response.

"Y-yes?"

You let out a startled cry as you were suddenly plucked right off your feet. You tried to squirm your way out of what felt like claws as you were pulled upward. You squeaked when you were utterly crushed in their embrace the popping of disks in your spine accompanied your hisses of pain.

H-hey! Put me down!"

You grabbed one of his arms in an attempt to pry it off of you but froze when you felt rough flaky skin falling from the flesh of their arm. You immediately let go in disgust as you found yourself once again remembering what 07 told you about cOOLkidd. You'd recalled their skin condition 7 had vented to you over watered down coffee and his face turning red as his eyes began to well with tears that dewed his glasses- you ran a hand through his hair that night, laid him down and he cried to you. About work, his past, his day, but the topic has always revolved around kidd- his pride and joy, his reason for living you assumed. He told you about the phone call he received at work from Kidd's school, that he played too rough and badly injured the other kids because cOOLkidd is constantly in pain, he can't comprehend it in others.

"S...Sorry" cOOLkidds usually ecstatic voice dipped at the command as they lowered you onto the flooring breaking you from your thoughts. Well... Now you just felt bad. You couldn't blame him for being overexcited, you know how many hours his dad puts in and you could empathize with that. If all those times 7 had too cancel on you were too go by he's probably been dealing with the same... For longer.

"Hmm... Tell you what cOOLkidd, let's play a game okay, I'll be it and if you make it too the kitchen table... You win uhm... dinner."

"Well what if I don't win?!"

"Then you don't win dinner kid, I don't make the rules I just follow em"

"WHAT NO FAIR!... You just made the rules..." You just barely made the last comment before you registered the drooping of red irises and a fan of hot air flowing over your skin in a huff. You tried to stifle your laugh at the mental image of this big baby pouting, might as well get him to dinner before a temper tantrum ensues.

"Okay 1-2-3 GO!" You called in quick succession your words coming out jumbled but it set panic across the boys face and propelled him to scramble leaving scratches on the hard wood.

"NO FAIR!" With a childish manic laugh, he burst through the door eager too win, you followed clothed feet hitting the floor with a hard thud. You almost slipped as you rushed out into the hallway. Your breath came out in heavy pants as you chased the giggling boy.

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