#Yeah I couldn't think of a title so...here ya go

[jadewritesficshere]

Hold me close as you drift off to sleep

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie spends the night for the first time

Contents: no use of gendered pet names,, no physical descriptions of reader but clothes are described, mentions of nervousness, mentions of sharing a toothbrush which leads to mentions of spit kink, no actual smut but allusions to it,

MDNI 18+ only

You slowly looked over your pajama choice in the mirror. A pair of warm plaid pants and a t-shirt from years ago that was faded and soft in the most comfortable way. You weren't sure why you were so nervous about this, you and Eddie had seen each other in many different clothes and lack thereof.

But there was something different about spending the first night together. The first time sleeping together, and by sleeping you actually mean it in the sense of the word. Snoozing. Dreaming. Resting. Snoring-

Oh God what if you snored? You bit your lip as the anxiety started to rise. You didn't think you snored, but what if you did? What if you walked in your sleep? Or worse, what if you talked and shared all your secrets (the most important being you loved Eddie, but you didn't think it was that big of a secret).

The door to your bedroom creaked open, causing your eyes to dart over. Eddie walks in, dumping his clothes on the floor. The white tank top clings to his lean torso, the ill fitting red plaid pants rolled up at the hems. Eddie smiles at you slightly before sighing loudly. You stomach turns until Eddie gestures to his pants," Well, one of us is gonna have to change."

A laugh escapes you just as your worries do. This is Eddie. Your Eddie. There is no need to be nervous.

You walk over to the bed and crawl in," Should have packed a bag just in case. You saw the forecast was calling for snow." Eddie scoffs slightly but crawls into bed," You're my weather.. guide? the weather diviner...the weather-" "meteorologist" "Yeah that! You're that. Wayne watches the news, not me. They just want you to see one side." Eddie pulls the blankets up to his chin and bats his lashes at you," You're my meteorologist and you didn't tell me. Almost like you wanted this to happen."

You smile as you roll your eyes," Yes Edward, I wanted you all to myself and chose to not tell you so that way you had to borrow clothes from whatever was left here by Steve and Robin." "Oh, I'm not borrowing, these are mine now. Finders keepers." Eddie winks at you.

Eddie reaches over and turns off the lamp, letting the room go dark. You blink your eyes a few times, adjusting to the lack of light. You can feel the dip in the bed where Eddie is laying next to you. Your hands almost touching. Hear his breathing cut through the deafening silence.

You look over at Eddie and find him already staring at you. "Sorry if I snore," you mumble looking into his eyes. Eddie brings up a finger and traces your cheekbone," Don't worry about it. Wayne snores, won't bother me if you sound like a chainsaw." You huff and go to turn away but Eddie holds your face towards him.

"Goodnight." Eddie whispers as he leans in and kisses you lightly. Its soft, sweet, and almost shy. You grin into the kiss. Eddie sighs and pulls back a fraction, lips barely touching. You can feel his breath against your face. You can smell peppermint- wait.

"You brush your teeth?" You ask. Eddie hums an affirmative, " Yup. Got my molars and everything. Rinsed your brush really wel-" "My brush?" Eddie looks a bit sheepish as you gape at him," My brush Edward? That's-! What? Eddie!"

Eddie blushes," We've swapped spit when kissing-" "That's different!" "Is it?". You roll away as Eddie makes grabbing hands and tries to keep you facing him. You evade his grasp and stare at the wall, feeling Eddie wrap his arms around your waist,"I'm sorry?"

You can't help but smile as Eddie kisses up and down your neck, apologizing the whole time. You grab his hand resting on your hip and interlock your fingers," It's okay i just don't want to think about it. I guess you have spit in my mouth-" "No I haven't! Wait, is that...Is that on the table cau-" "Don't press your luck tonight Eddie you know what I meant," you warn. "Shutting up" Eddie makes a motion of zipping his mouth shut.

You start to laugh and pretty soon Eddie is too. If you had had any nerves left, they would be gone now. You sigh, relaxing into the bed. The weight of Eddie's arm laid across you, holding you in place, had you feeling secure.

"Night Eddie. Don't let the bed bugs bite," you grin as you close your eyes. They snap back open a minute later as you feel the sting of Eddie's teeth lightly clamp onto your shoulder," Hey!" "No bed bugs here, just me. Your loooovveee bug." Eddie grins as you swat at him," Go to sleep!"

Eddie goes to roll over but you grasp his forearm, pulling his arm back over you. He smiles as he nuzzles his nose into your shoulder. He slides one leg and slots it between yours. Your limbs entangled in a more innocent way then normal. You smile softly as you lay there, trying to go to sleep.

You can hear Eddie's breathing even out as he falls asleep behind you. Knowing he feels safe and comfortable enough to do so makes you feel warm inside. You grin as you start to feel the edges of sleep start to overtake you.

Your eyes flutter open as the sun shines through the window. You look over at Eddie and try to stifle a laugh. His face pressed into the pillow with his hair a wild, tangled mess around him. The pillow slightly discolored from where he has drooled onto it. You can't hold it in when you realize the tank top he's wearing has shifted to reveal his entire pec to you.

Eddie slowly wakes up to your laughter, glaring at you slightly for being woken up. The grumpy look fades from his face as he realizes it's you that woke him up. Eddie sits up quickly, brushing a hand through his hair and only getting it caught once or twice. He wipes at the drool on his chin and gives you a big grin," What are you laughing at?"

You nod at his chest and he looks down. Eddie gasps dramatically," My virtue!" He fixed his top as he chuckles. You're sad to see his chest get covered. "Good morning," you say, hand reaching out to lightly graze his.

Eddie grabs your hand with his, thumb stroking the back of your hand," Good morning my dying fish" You wrinkle your brow at him," your what?" "My dying fish, you flopped around so much like a-" You cut Eddie off by hitting him with your pillow. His mouth drops open before he grabs his and hits you back.

Giggles and the sound of pillows hitting each other fill the air before Eddie tosses the pillow aside and tackles you to the bed. He kisses you before hovering over you slightly," Good morning." You grin back, tucking a stray curl behind his ear," Good morning.

Eddie grins down at you and you smile back. The warmth in his eyes causes your stomach to flutter and heart to beat faster. You don't know what he is thinking but can see the love written plainly on his face. You know that while this was only the first time he slept over, it definitely wouldn't be the last.

Eddie kisses the tip of your nose before jumping up," I'm gonna brush my teeth." He starts to giggle slightly making your eyes widen. "Eddie you better not use my brush!" You holler after him, hearing him cackle as he rushes down the hall," Edward!"

[madamechrissy]

Yandere Roomie Gojo

MDNI- NSFW- Satoru x you

CW: there is obviously yandere content here, look at the title lol. Videoing w/o consent, being psycho and controlling, oral sex (f recieving) breed kink like a MF, manipulation, reader rolls w/ it bc it's Gojo, don't read if you don't like darker things. Full Oneshot of this here

Yandere Roomie Gojo who may or may not have bribed your landlord to kick you out, just so you'd have to live with him, but don't worry, you're better off this way, he knows what's best for you!

Yandere Roomie Gojo who is your 'best friend' such a good friend that he drives you wherever you need to go, when your car keeps mysteriously breaking down (hmm, couldn't be him removing parts could it?)

Yandere Roomie Gojo who smiles and blinks his beautiful blue eyes on you when you show him your outfit for the night. 'oh, going out? where?' he asks so casually, you flush a bit as his eyes slowly asses your body, you wish he would ask you out, but you think you're probably just friends. 'a date.'

Yandere Roomie Gojo holds back his anger at the thought of anyone touching what must be his, but he puts on another bright smile, raising a thin white brow 'ya need a ride, sweets?' 'no, he's coming to get me, don't worry!'

Yandere Roomie Gojo surely can't just let you go on some date alone, what if something happens to you? Sure, he has a tracker on your phone, but he decides to follow you there, sitting in his fancy sports car as he spies on you, your date and you are sitting outside and having drinks, making him furious when the guy touches your thigh.

Yandere Roomie Gojo sees you tense a bit, staring at your phone, and the guy is getting too handsy, he sees your text then, and his heart thuds from his chest. Satoru, I'm so sorry are you busy? he needs no further reason to get out of his car, smiling and sauntering over, hands in the pockets of his slacks, as you look at him with shock, mouth wide open.

Yandere Roomie Gojo has you in his car next to him, you're torn between asking how he got there so fast and just being relieved he's here. 'Toru...' fuck that nickname ruins him. 'yeah, sweets?' You lean over and press a kiss on his cheek. 'thank you for coming to get me, I just... didn't like his vibe I guess'

Yandere Roomie Gojo has you back in his house now, you live in a fucking penthouse with this gorgeous, tall man, and the couple of drinks you've had loosen you up too much, Satoru wants to fuck you so hard you remember he owns you, but he needs it to be your idea, so he just kisses your forehead. 'get some sleep'

Yandere Roomie Gojo is stroking his cock as he watches you strip in your room, of course he has cameras in there, you're being stubborn so far and won't let him see what's his. You sit on your bed then, in some lacy slutty panties and a bra, spreading your thighs and thinking of him, of Satoru, slipping your fingers down your slick cunt, playing with your throbbing clit now, all while Satoru watches, fucking into his hand and picturing you.

Yandere Roomie Gojo hears you cry out his name then, clear as day, blinking rapidly, your fingers are pushing in and out of your little hole, you're not trying to be quiet either, and then he can't fucking take it, it's like you're facing the camera on purpose but you couldn't know. he continues to watch you until he can't take it, slipping up his boxers and walking to your door.

Yandere Roomie Gojo realizes you left the door unlocked, and you gasp when he enters, but you don't cover yourself up at all, no you spread your thighs, revealing your soaked panties your little hand has slipped under. Satoru glares at you now. 'what are you doing, huh? playing with what's mine?' You tremble a bit, sucking yourself off your finger then. 'then show me, Satoru'

Yandere Roomie Gojo doesn't realize how badly you've wanted him, and how you've noticed some things, you noticed the little camera in your room last week, and you got off on him watching you. You know he's probably fucking up your car, and you didn't even wanna go on that date, but it's all to get him to finally drop his act, and drop it he does, when he kisses you over your lacy panties, tongue lapping at you now.

Yandere Roomie Gojo has his hair being pulled by you, fingers enwrapping in silky white locks, as you yank him against you, crying out while he's making your flimsy barrier nothing. He rips them off you then, revealing your soaking wet cunt. 'show you that you're mine, all mine, pussy only will be touched by me, got it baby?' you just nod eagerly, earning his sadistic laugh as he swipes his tongue up your slit, making juices pool from your little hole.

Yandere Roomie Gojo devours your pussy in the quiet room, filled with the sounds of his slurping, your squelching wetness and both of your moans then. He sucks your clit in his hot mouth, blue eyes looking under snowy lashes while you fall apart for him, drenching his face with your arousal, which he laps up every fucking bit, until he leans up smirking, shoving two fingers in your tight hole, whsipering 'never fucking anyone else, got me baby?'

Yandere Roomie Gojo is curling his long fingers in your gummy walls, pressing that spot that blinds you, you cling to him, back arching, he yanks your tits out with his other hand, they bounce gently as he smacks them then. 'Answer me, now' 'only want you, Satoru... I already know you... w-want me...' he glares, leaning over you, so big and intimidating, as he's scissoring his fingers in your sloppy cunt. 'what's that now? can't hear you over your slutty pussy'

Yandere Roomie Gojo watches as your eyes roll back in your skull, watches you twitch as you soak his hand. 'I know, Toru... I know you w-watch me, psycho' he snorts then, yanking his fingers out, making you whine 'n-no, more please!' he shoves his fingers in your mouth, watching you suck your juices off them eagerly. 'you get off on it, me being fucking obsessed, huh?' you nod weakly, and Satoru has your thighs spread and pressed up, his tip drooling precum against your aching hole. 'then let me be clear, you'll never see or date anyone again, got it?'

Yandere Roomie Gojo grins as you weakly nod, filling your tight hole in one stroke, stuffing you so full you scream out, pussy gripping him like a vise, drooling down his veiny cock to his balls, pooling under you. He loses his contol then, gripping your thighs and leaning over you, blue eyes dilated and fucking insane as he fucks into you, slamming your poor cervix as you try to wriggle, you can't even breathe, he's everywhere. 'this what you wanted, me to show you how much I want you?' 'show me, please'

Yandere Roomie Gojo fucks you so hard you couldn't care less about how insane he is, not when he's got you on your tummy, filling you prone bone, not when he's cumming so deep and filling your cunt, and certainly not when he's got you on his face, his cum and yours pooling as he laps you up. And definitely not when he's using you like his little fuckdoll, slamming up into your eager hole, smirking as he watches the bulge in your tummy, the way your cute fucked out face looks, the tears of overstimulation in your eyes.

Yandere Roomie Gojo lets you know then 'gonna breed this pussy, put babies in you, k-keep you here with me' you should probably be scared, but it's Satoru Gojo saying it, and you just whimper in response, while he fills you again and again, to the point you're passing out from so much pleasure, and he's still pushing you further, like he's not even human.

Yandere Roomie Gojo the next day is back to being sweet it seems, smiling and having made you breakfast, you wince as you sit down, aching and throbbing all over. You nibble on it, humming to yourself, then see your phone unlocked on the counter. 'you have my phone, Toru?' 'yeah sweets, period tracker. threw out those birth control pills too, don't worry. also... do you need that job anymore?'

Yandere Roomie Gojo watches the shock on your pretty face, but you soon forget it when he's got you spread wide on the kitchen table, plates clattered to the floor, and he's laughing at your poor puffy lips, your abused little hole. 'mine' he murmurs, as he eats his breakfast, you.

Gojo drabbles here - Gojo long oneshots here

Being yandere isn't cool unless you're Gojo, that's the PSA

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request from @watermelonslut but I made him yandere lol

[thedilfdiaries]

I'll never stop makin' you feel this good

bfd!joel miller x f!reader

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↳ wordcount: 3,795

↳ summary: After returning to your hometown, you reconnect with your childhood friend Sarah and her father Joel, a retired firefighter. As you spend time with him, you can't deny the spark between you, and soon you find yourself on a date with Joel, where things quickly heat up and the chemistry between you becomes impossible to ignore.

~or~

↳ a dom!daddy date

↳ warnings: 18+, dom!Joel, implied age gap, light spanking, fingering, light male masterbation, public stuff? But nothing too wild.

↳ notes: my favorite line became the title since I couldn't find a song I liked. Ty @saradika-graphics as always for the dividers 💓 and tysm for the love and support on all my fics so far. As a brand new writer its been so incredibly validating. I've gained so many amazing followers, moots, and friends in the like two weeks I've been here. I LOVE YOU ❤️

After being away for several years to pursue your dreams of becoming a marine biologist, you return to your hometown to visit your family and your childhood friend Sarah Miller and her father Joel, a retired firefighter. Sarah was like a sister to you growing up, and you were excited to catch up with her and see how much she had grown.

As you walk up to the Miller's house, you can't help but feel a little nostalgic. You and Sarah used to play in the front yard for hours, pretending to be superheroes and exploring the neighborhood.

Joel greets you with a warm smile as he opens the door. "Howdy kiddo. Missed seein’ ya around," he says, extending his hand for a friendly handshake. And as your hand meets his, he takes in your appearance, he can't help but notice how much you've grown up, how much more mature you've become. He quickly clears his throat, trying to tame his thoughts.

You grin and shake his hand. "Hey, Mr. Miller. It's good to be back," you reply, trying to hide your nervousness.

"Mr. Miller makes me sound old. Just call me Joel,” he says, chuckling.

You giggle, "alright Joel it is."

Joel nods and stands straight. "Well, kiddo, how've you been? You look good."

"I've been really good, Mr. Miller - uh Joel. College is going well," you reply, feeling a little more at ease.

"College, huh? And what do you wanna be when you grow up?" Joel asks.

You giggle. “I'm not exactly five anymore, but I'm going to school to be a marine biologist," you say, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Joel's face lights up in surprise. "Marine biologist... that's gotta be one dangerous job. You know, I saw a show on Netflix once about shark attacks. I thought a pretty thing like you shouldn't be near those monsters, they'll eat'cha whole."

You chuckle, "Yeah, they're quite terrifying, but I might have learned a thing or two in school.” You wink playfully.

“And just what do you learn about shark attacks in marine biology school?” Joel asks, skeptical.

You smile. “ Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep my professors in the loop," you reply, trying to keep a straight face.

Joel can't help but smirk, “alright darlin’, and moves to the side to let you inside.

After a few hours of catching up and reminiscing about old times with Sarah, it's time for you to leave. But just as you're about to head out the door, Joel stops you. "Uh hey, listen, could I interest you in dinner sometime? I know a good steakhouse nearby. I think we could have a good time and catch up," he says, with a hopeful expression on his face.

Caught off guard, you're unsure if he's asking you on a date, but it feels innocent enough, so you agree. "Yah, that'd be nice, Joel," you say, trying to keep a straight face. Secretly hoping it was intended for more.

"Great! I'll pick you up at eight, okay? Here, I'll text you the name of the place, and you can look it up if you'd like," Joel says, as he hands you his phone with the contact app already open.

You take his phone and place your number in it.

"Thanks, kiddo. Hey, you okay? You look a little anxious for a steak dinner," Joel says, noticing your nervousness.

"Not at all, looking forward to it," you reply, with a confident smile. You place a hand gently on his arm, feeling a warmth radiate between you two.

Joel smiles and says, "Alright, kiddo. I'll see you later, then."

"See ya later, Joel," you say, as you walk out the door, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for your dinner date with Joel.

You're excited as you wait for Joel to pick you up for your dinner date. When he arrives, he knocks at your door, and when you open it, he says, "You ready to eat some steak, kiddo?"

You open the door, ready as ever. “Joel, you don't have to keep calling me kiddo. I'm not a child anymore.”

“Alright, darlin’, let's get going, then.” He holds out his hand, and you take it. When you get to his car, he opens the car door for you. You hurry in, eager to spend time with Joel.

“There's some great steak at this restaurant. You'll love the atmosphere there, it's a classy place. The staff is professional, not chatty, and very good customer service.” He smiles as he puts his car in gear and starts driving”

You smile and look forward as he drives. “I can't wait.”

When you arrive, he gets out and opens the door for you, then locks up his car. “Ladies first. That's how me and your old man were raised.” He laughs as you walk toward the restaurant.

You chuckle, “such a gentleman.” You get to a big glass door, a maitre d' greets you and seats you in a booth at a table for two. “Doesn't look too crowded tonight.” He takes off his jacket and hangs it on the back of his chair.

You take your coat off as well, revealing a very fitted dress. “It's beautiful, Joel.”

He looks at you and smiles, staring at you for a second “You look beautiful, very nice dress. You're much more grown up now than the last time I saw you.”

You feel yourself getting warm as you sit down, “thanks, you're not too bad yourself.” You manage to wink at Joel.

He laughs, “I'm sure you've got a lotta boys chasin’ you.” He pauses for a moment, eyeing you up and down before he continues, “that dress sure does suit you darlin’.” He grins mischievously.

You giggle, “well not exactly the boys I want to be chasing me.” You grin at him playfully. “I'm glad you like it, I just got it, actually.”

“Oh? And who exactly are you hoping to chase you.”

“I dunno, someone a little older, strong, I'm tired of boys.” You look into his eyes. “A real man who knows how to take care of a woman.”

He grins, leaning in a bit “So, you like a dominant man, huh? Would you say I fit the bill?”

You're a little surprised by Joel's straightforwardness but lean in closer, testing the waters a bit. “Well, I'm not so sure just how dominant you are, Mr. Miller, I might need you to show me.” You wink, biting your bottom lip.

He leans in even closer across the table and whispers in your ear. “Don't talk like that, or you're gonna get me all riled up. A girl like you should be careful about what you say.”

You whisper breathily in his ear, "I like a little danger.”

His eyes widen, shocked that you would say something so…naughty. “Are you tryin’ to get me to do something at the dinner table?” He says in a hushed tone. “Don't tempt me, baby.”

“Yes, sir.” You sit back and wink at him, liking his authoritative behavior but still feeling a bit defiant. You run your foot up his leg till it hits his thigh, your gaze locked onto his eyes.

He grins, placing his hand on your leg, slowly moving it up your dress, “You're playing with fire, darlin’.” His hand slowly makes its way up your leg, and you can feel the heat building between your legs.

You look into his eyes and challenge him, "Hmm, well, what exactly would you do with a girl like me?"

Joel's hand is now resting on your inner thigh, and you can feel his fingers lightly tracing circles on your skin. He leans in closer to you, "I think you already know what I'd do to you." You feel a shiver run down your spine.

The waiter comes to your table and asks if everything is alright, but you barely register his presence. All you can focus on is the feeling of Joel's hand on your thigh and the way his eyes are burning into yours. Joel leans back in his chair and sips his wine, never taking his eyes off of you. You can feel your heart racing as you stare back at him, wondering what he's going to do next.

The waiter brings your wine that Joel ordered, and you take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your body. Joel's hand is still on your thigh, and you can feel him slowly sliding it up higher and higher.

"I love the way you breathe when I touch you. Makes me feel all-powerful." Joel's voice is filled with desire, and you can't help but feel the same way.

You look at him, challenging him, "You think you can tame me, Mr. Miller?"

Joel grins, "I don't like the word tame. I prefer the word... break. If I'm gonna take charge, I'm gonna take it completely, and this dress of yours ain't survivin' the night."

Your heart is pounding in your chest as Joel's hand reaches the top of your thigh. You can feel his fingers lightly grazing your wet panties, and you gasp at the sensation. "Think you can handle this old cowboy darlin’?" Joel's voice is low and dangerous, and you can feel yourself getting lost in his eyes.

You nod, unable to speak, as Joel's fingers start to move in slow circles over your clit. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you moan softly as Joel's fingers quicken their pace. Suddenly, Joel pulls his hand away, leaving you wanting more. He stands up, offering to help you up as well. "You really think I’d let a pretty thing like you come in public? Come on, it’s time for us to eat in private."

You follow Joel out of the restaurant, feeling dizzy with lust. You can barely believe what just happened. As you walk to Joel's car, you can feel his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards his black Mustang. You slide into the passenger seat, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Joel starts the car, and you take off towards Joel's place.

You feel so innocent and young next to Joel, but you love the feeling. You follow him through his house until you reach a small room with a couch, a TV on one side, and a fireplace on the other. Joel pours you a glass of wine and hands it to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your body.

He goes back to the kitchen to just grab the entire bottle. You make your way around, looking at all his stuff. You pick up a small carving, accidentally dropping it on the floor and bending over to pick it up, but your dress doesn't fully cover you. Joel walks back at the perfect time and can see everything, but you don't notice, so he's quiet and sets the bottle down before moving toward you.

"Oh, I like this little maneuver of yours,” Joel's voice is low and gravelly as he takes in the sight of you bent over, your dress riding up to reveal your lacy underwear. He steps closer to you, his hand tracing a path between your legs, stopping just shy of your center. "I like it a lot," he growls, his breath hot on your neck.

You gasp as you feel his fingers brush against your sensitive skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You're unable to resist the urge to push back against him, wanting more of his touch. Joel takes advantage of your position, his fingers slipping beneath your underwear as he explores your wet folds. You moan softly, your head falling back as he teases you with his touch.

"So, so wet for me," Joel murmurs in your ear, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. "I can feel how much you want me.” You can't deny it - you want him more than you've ever wanted anyone before. You push back against him, trying to get him to give you more. Joel chuckles, his fingers stilling for a moment before he gives you what you want. He plunges two fingers deep inside you, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit. You cry out in pleasure, your body trembling as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. But just as you're about to come, Joel pulls away, leaving you wanting. You turn to look at him, your eyes pleading for more.

He grins wickedly, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Not yet, darlin’ hold on for me.” Joel stands up, walking over to the fireplace and stoking the flames. You can't take your eyes off of him, watching as he moves with a confidence and authority that makes your heart race.

He turns back to you, his eyes blazing with desire. "Take off your dress. I want to see you." You hesitate for a moment, but the look in Joel's eyes tells you that he's not going to take no for an answer. You stand up straight, reaching behind you to unzip your dress. As the dress falls to the ground, you stand before Joel in nothing but your underwear. He lets out a low whistle, his eyes taking in every inch of your body. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he growls, his eyes dark with desire.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as Joel's eyes roam over your body. You've never felt so vulnerable, so exposed - and yet so wanted. Joel reaches down, adjusting himself as he stares at you. "Take off your underwear, too. I want to see all of you."

You nod, your hands shaking as you slip your underwear down your legs. You step out of them, standing before Joel completely naked. He lets out a low groan, his eyes devouring every inch of your body. Joel reaches down, pulling his cock out of his jeans and boxers. He starts stroking himself, his eyes never leaving yours. "Watch me darlin’. Watch as I stroke my cock, thinking about all the things I'm gonna to do to you."

You can't take your eyes off of him as he strokes himself, his hand moving up and down his shaft. You've never seen anything so hot before. You watch as Joel continues to stroke himself, his eyes locked on yours. You can feel your body responding to the sight of him touching himself.

"C'mere darlin," he beckons, patting the space beside him. As you move to sit next to him, his fingers begin to trace a path up your leg, inching closer and closer to your wet center. Once there, his touch becomes more deliberate, circling your clit with a gentle touch that sends shivers down your spine. You can't help but moan softly, your hips bucking up to meet his skilled fingers.

He stops for a moment and with a firm but gentle grip, Joel guides you to turn over, positioning you face down, ass up on the couch, he finds your clit quickly again as his other hand comes down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the small room. The sting of his hand on your skin only serves to heighten your arousal. His hand comes down on your backside once again, the sound of his palm against your skin filling the room. The mixture of pleasure and pain is intoxicating, leaving you breathless and wanting more. Joel smirks, his hand coming down again and again, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that leaves you dizzy.

"You like that, don't you?" Joel's voice is low and rough, his fingers still moving in slow circles over your clit. "You like it when I take charge, when you don’t have to do anything but what I tell you, no thinkin’ just doin’."

You nod, unable to speak. It's true - you do like it. You like the way Joel makes you feel helpless, his to do with as he pleases. Joel growls, his fingers plunging deep inside you again. This time, he doesn't stop, his hand moving faster and faster as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

You moan louder, your hips bucking up to meet his hand. Joel's other hand comes down on your ass again, only adding to the pleasure. Finally, Joel's fingers still, his fingers resting deep inside you as you come hard. You cry out, your body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Joel pulls his fingers out of you slowly, holding them up to your lips. "Taste yourself. See how sweet you are." You open your mouth, your tongue darting out to taste your own juices. It's unlike anything you've ever tasted before, and you can't get enough.

Joel smirks, his hand moving up to your hair. He grips it tightly, pulling your head back so that you're looking up at him. "You're mine now, and I'll do whatever I want with you." All you can do is whimper in excitment, your heart racing in your chest. You've never felt so alive. Joel releases your hair, his hand moving back down to your thigh. "Good girl," he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin.

You lean back against the couch, feeling boneless and sated. Joel leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to make you scream, again and again and again."

Joel stands up, his hands moving to the buttons on his own shirt. You watch as he undoes each one, revealing his muscular chest and arms. Your eyes widen as he kicks off his shoes and socks, followed by his pants and boxers. His cock stands at attention, and you can't help but lick your lips in anticipation. Joel's eyes follow your gaze, a smirk crossing his lips. "Like what you see, darlin'?" Joel steps closer to you, his hands reaching out to grab your ass.

Joel lifts you up with ease, his strong arms supporting your weight as your legs wrap around his waist. You can feel the head of his cock lightly brush against you, causing you to gasp at the contact. He takes a moment to look into your eyes, a smoldering gaze that makes your heart race.

With a gentle yet firm grip, he guides his cock to your entrance, teasing you with small thrusts that make you squirm with anticipation. You can feel how wet and ready you are for him, your body begging for more.

Joel then slowly pushes himself into you, filling you up completely. You let out a moan as he bottoms out, his cock buried deep inside you. He pauses for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. You can feel the warmth and tension building up inside you, your body responding to his cock sitting inside you.

With ease, Joel carries you upstairs to his bed, never breaking eye contact with you. Once he reaches the bed, he tosses you down onto it, his body following you down. He positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with his cock. "You ready for me, darlin'?"

You nod, your body trembling with anticipation. Joel thrusts inside you, filling you up completely. You cry out in pleasure, your nails digging into his back as he starts to move. His thrusts are hard and fast, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Joel's hands are on your hips, holding you in place as he fucks you. "You like that, darlin'? You like it when I fuck you like a dirty little slut?" Joel growls, his fingers digging into your hips. You moan, your body responding to his words. “Tell me how much you like it, darlin'. Tell me how much you love my cock inside you," Joel commands, his fingers tightening around your hips.

"I love it. I love your cock inside me. Please, don't stop," you beg.

Joel smirks, "I'll never stop fucking you, darlin'. I'll never stop making you feel this good." Joel's thrusts become more erratic as he chases his own release, his cock driving deeper into you with each stroke. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body begging for release.

"Come for me, darlin'. Come all over my cock," Joel growls, his voice deep and raw with desire.

His fingers tighten around your hips, pulling you closer as he pounds into you. You can feel every inch of him, his thick cock stretching you wide as he fucks you hard and fast.

Your body trembles with pleasure, your pussy clenching around him as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Joel's thrusts become more urgent, his hips slamming into yours as he chases his own release.

"Fuck, I'm close," he growls, his breath hot against your neck.

You can feel him tensing up, his cock swelling inside you as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Joel's thrusts become more erratic, his hips slamming into yours as he chases his own release.

With a loud groan, Joel stills, his cock buried deep inside you as he comes. You can feel him pulsing inside you, a feeling you never knew you'd love so much. Joel collapses on top of you, his breathing heavy as he pants against your neck.

You wrap your arms around him, feeling more content and satisfied than you ever have before. Joel's cock is still buried deep inside you, and you can feel him softening as he comes down from his high. You moan softly as he slips out of you, your body missing the feeling of him inside you.

Joel rolls over onto his back, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. You can see the satisfied look on his face, and you can't help but smile, your bodies entwined as you lay together.

Joel's cock is still glistening with your juices, and you can't help but reach out and touch him. You wrap your hand around his softening length, feeling him twitch at your touch. "You feel amazing," you murmur, your fingers tracing the veins that run along the length of his cock.

Joel smiles, his hand reaching out to touch your face. "You're amazing," he replies, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

You lay there together, your bodies entwined as you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You feel more connected to Joel than ever before, your bodies and souls intertwined as you lay there in the peaceful silence, content and fulfilled in each other's arms.

[wonuwrites]

ot13’s reaction to “would you love me if I was a worm?” 🪱

Tbh idk what this is either but i got inspired after eating a cheesy gordita crunch and watched a bird look for food a few days ago so here ya go LMFAOOO

Warning: nothing really. blame taco bell.

also randomly putting songs on that came on for the people in case yall wanted new music to listen to <3

🪱 S. Coups: (Song Note: this song is so Seungcheol coded and I can't even tell you why lmaoooo)

"A worm?" "A worm," you said before taking a sip of your beverage. One of your favorite past times was asking Seungcheol stupid questions you'd see on tiktok and see his reaction. He always entertained them and you were thankful because both of you knew the answers meant NOTHING and that your relationship was solid. Or so you thought. "Well, if you were a worm I guess I would be a bird." "Excuse me!?" "Yeah, I'd be a bird." "Baby, birds eat worms though..." "Yeah and? Don't I do that every night anyway?" He asked while raising a cheeky eyebrow before taking a sip of his drink. You couldn't help but blush at his crude joke and hit his chest softly which caused him to laugh before pulling you close.

🪱 Jeonghan: (Song Note: im feeling nostalgic today~~ lmfaooooo)

To say you caught Jeonghan off guard is an understatement. You would be in the car with him listening to the radio in a comfortable silence when you just sprung the question on him. He half tempted to pull over and give you a genuine "what the fuck" face but instead he just scoffed and started to laugh. "Where did this question come from, (Y/N)?" He would question you. "Just answer, baby. Would you, Yoon Jeonghan, love me if I was a worm?" The use of his full name made him laugh before he just rubbed your thigh and glanced over at you. "Baby, I love you even when you act like a clown. I would love you no matter what."

🪱 Joshua: (Song Note: I got nothing but like yeehaw lmfaoooo. sorry Shua.)

Sometimes, Jisoo and you would give each other "silent treatments" when you were both play fighting and today, it was Jisoo's time to give you the treatment. Why? Well, you ate some leftovers he was thinking about for the last two hours and it killed his pride lolol. While he wasn't mad because truth be told, he was happy you remembered to eat, but still you should've known he was thinking about it because y'all were 'soulmates' or whatever. You rolled your eyes when you realized he was giving you the silent treatment as he started to make Ramen. You started to just playfully annoy him while wrapping your arms around him and just doing the yapping for both of you. He was close to cracking once you started but he finally lost it when you asked him "would you love me if I was a worm." When he didn't say yes right away, you then gave him the "silent treatment" and then it would be his turn to try to annoy you into talking to him.

🪱 Jun: (Song Note: ooo should I do a "sour" version of this? Someone tell me yes pls)

You honestly caught Jun off guard when you asked him. He would just stare at you confused before slowly nodding at you. When you laughed at his reaction it would make him even more confused. You would drop it shortly after you asked but he would think about it for awhile. Shoot, he might text some of the members for advice because well, you really stumped him hahaha. Before you both went to bed, he would roll over and whisper, "So... would you love me if I was a worm?" You would just roll your eyes before kissing him and telling him of course you would.

🪱 Hoshi: (Song Note: Stan BamBam for clear skin. This shoulda been the title imo.)

Soonyoung and you had a really goofy love life for the most part. Sure, you both had your "serious" moments but there was no questioning that you both knew how to be unserious. Today was one of those days. You both were laying on the couch together watching Spongebob. Soonyoung was mindlessly playing with your hair before you decided to hit him with such an important question for him. "Soonyoung?" "hmmm?" "Would you love me if I was a worm?" His hand would stop massaging your head for a minute while he thought about it. You fake gawked at him because he didn't answer as quick as you thought he should. Before you could scold him he would give you a smirk before wrapping his arms around you tight, "why be a worm when you can be a tigress, (y/n)? Let's be tigers forever and ever and ever." You would groan at the 'tiger agenda' but would laugh as he started kissing you all over your face.

🪱 Wonwoo: (Song Note: literally one of the most underrated songs to EVER exist.)

Wonwoo thought he would be safe from this question when it came to you. You see he had already been hit with this question from several members of the maknae line. *cough cough* Mingyu, Hansol, Seokmin, and Chan. *cough cough* so when y'all where getting ready for bed and you asked him he couldn't help but laugh which would make you so confused. He would just smile at you and find you so precious, "of course I would love you if you were a worm you lil cutie." He would give you a soft kiss before pulling you into his chest while you smiled stupidly and contently at his answer.

🪱 Woozi: (Song Note/Rant: If you are still sleeping on Ian you need to reevaluate your life because OMG.)

To be completely honest, I can see Jihoon just giving you a blank stare because his brain just went ???? he didn't know the trend and the question would break his brain. He didn't know what to say so he would just go "uhh sure?" You would fake sulk at his answer and he probably would text one of the younger members to ask for help. I can see Hansol being like "the answer is always yes!!! omg." LOL

🪱 DK: (Song Note: why do I want Seokmin to sing this to me to help me sleep at night? omg)

You would be sitting next to Seokmin on a park bench watching birds just be birds. You were both waiting for Soonyoung and his partner to meet you for a double date and were currently in a comfortable silence. That was until you asked him, "Seokminnie, would you still love me if I was a worm?" As you asked that, a bird had grabbed a worm from the ground and flew away. You both were flabbergasted at the timing and just broke down laughing together. Once you both calmed down he reminded you he'd always love you no matter the life time but for the rest of the day he would lovingly call you "bird food" as if it were a pet name which left Soonyoung and his partner hella confused lmaoooo.

🪱 Mingyu: (Song Note: Nelly will always be that girly for me <3)

One of MIngyu favorite errands to run with you was going grocery shopping. Just spending time with you while planning meals to eat with each other or grabbing snacks with his favorite snack just fueled him with so much happiness. You loved it too because when you were with him, you could turn your brain off and just be yourself. That's why Mingyu wasn't too surprised when you looked at gummy worms and deadpanned asked him, "Baby, if I was a worm would you still love me?" You couldn't see the loving smile he had on his face before he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Of course, baby. You would be the prettiest and nicest worm to exist."

🪱 Minghao: (Song Note: ngl this might be a future song reaction thingy for my ot13 series I do.)

When you asked Minghao if he would "still love you if you were a worm" he would giggle at your question because duh. He's in this for life baby. He would tell you he would find the BESTEST dirt for you live in and would fight any birds that would try to eat you. It would honestly be just a giggle fest between the both of you.

🪱 Seungkwan: (Song Note: CLC deserved better.)

Seungkwan and you were staying in for the night and were both just hanging out while mindlessly scrolling on your phones. You then crossed a meme that reminded you of the "would you still love me if I was a worm" question. You decided now was the perfect time to make your lovable stud muffin to answer your question. Once you asked him he gave you a stank judgemental side eye before *respectfully* ignoring you. You kept scooting closer and asking him before he couldn't help but laugh and just saying "yes."

🪱 Vernon: (Song Note: When the remix is better than the original... Red Velvet wins always.)

To be real, Hansol was READY for this question. He had seen it on his fyp and knew it was only a matter of time before you would waddle over and ask him if you would still love him if you were a worm. He would be doing whatever Hansol does and just say "yes, I would love you if you were a worm." and also "yes I promise." He would find it very funny when you were pleased by his answer.

🪱 Dino: (Song Note: this song has no business being as much of a bop as it is.)

Chan could go two different ways lmao. He would either laugh at the question before saying "of course I would, but would you love ME?" Or, he would overthink it. Were you an Earthworm? A gummy worm? A pinworm that would be a pain in the ass? He just had to know. Soon you both would be ranking worms and would forget about the question hahaha.

btw just wanted yall to know how committed to writing Chan's part I was:

I forgot what they were called LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Anyways, which one was your favorite? Mine personally was Seokmin's. I feel like I've been writing so many sad things for him lately so it's been nice to write something super cute like that. <3

Hope yall enjoyed <3 if yall were worms, I would love you all :)

[lilygoofywritingcave]

Fright night!

Horror movie night with V, what could go wrong?

It started with a casual text from Angel in SlaughterHouse: <@Angelic>: Gonna see that new rom-com tonight with Misaki. Looks dumb but kinda cute tho <3 <@hitmeuppp>: if it’s bad we can at least laugh at it lmao <@Angelic>: Exactly. You smiled at your phone. It wasn’t surprising, Misaki always enjoy making fun of corny, sappy movies, and Angel, despite being known for her sharp wit and playful nature, couldn't resist a good love story, no matter how over-the-top it was. It gave you an idea. <@Y/N>: Sounds fun. Maybe I’ll do a movie night too. <@Angelic>: With V? *Gosh Angel knew you so well. * <@Y/N>: Yeah, maybe... He likes movies, right? <@hitmeuppp>: he seems like the documentary type ngl <@Angelic>: Or old classics. Maybe he’ll let you pick something ? There was definitely hesitation, Valentin was always the responsible one, the guy with refined taste and careful choices. He’d probably suggest something deep and thought-provoking like “Schindler's list” or “Inception”, and your mind will actually explode trying to process them. And honestly? You just wanted to cuddle up and watch something silly or entertaining. So you took a chance. <@Y/N>: @K9 , movie night? My pick this time please? A minute later, he responded: <@K9>: Alright, I trust your choice. You grinned, this will be great. You’ll pick something light, maybe a bit thrilling but not too intense. A fun, cozy night together. And then, of course, Ronin just had to show up. <@goreboy>: oH? a movie Night? <@Y/N>: …Yes? <@goreboy>: what kinda movie we talkin’ here? <@Y/N>: Something fun I guess? <@goreboy>: “fun” as in roMance thE lovey-doveY thing oR “fun” as In The Texas ChainsAw MassacRe? You froze, that was not the direction you wanted this to go. <@Y/N>: The first one, I still want to keep my soul intact. <@goreboy>: booorIng. lucKy for you, i Got the perFect pick. A second later, he dropped a movie title. You shivered at the name before quickly looking it up. You aren’t taking any chances. Your stomach dropped as the search results screamed "most terrifying horror experience of the decade", "psychological terror that will leave you paranoid for weeks", and "viewers reported sleeping with the lights on for a month." No, absolutely not. <@Y/N>: NO. <@goreboy>: YES!!! <@hitmeuppp>: LMAO. Good luck with that. <@Angelic>:  I think it’s a great choice. <@Y/N>: WHY ARE YALL LIKE THIS.

Just then, Ronin sent you a DM: <@goreboy>: looK, darlin’. if Ya watch a hoRror movIe with V, he’ll havE no choice buT to hold yOu close When you get sCared, Trust me on tHis. You frowned at your screen, blushing at the suggestion. <@Y/N>: …Go away. <@goreboy>:  have fun~ At this point, you should have just refused and go with your original plan. But when you brought it up to Valentin, he just smiled slightly and said: "I don’t mind. It’ll be interesting to see how you handle it." Oh, it was a trap, and you fell right into it… Sitting on Valentin’s couch, you were deeply regretting every life decisions. The movie wasn’t just scary, it was pure nightmare fuel. The kind of horror that didn’t rely on cheap jumpscares but on pure, psychological terror. It crept under your skin and spine, got into your head, made every shadows in the room feel a little too dark, a little too human... And to make it even worse? You were watching it with V, who was completely unfazed. "You’re awfully quiet." he commented, glancing at you as another disturbing scene played out. You swallowed hard: "I’m fine, don’t worry about it." Valentin’s gaze turned to your grip on the couch as if you could tear it off. He smirked but said nothing. The movie continued, and it only grew worse. The kind of eerie silence that made you tense, knowing something horrible was coming behind you. And then… The most gut-wrenching, horrific jumpscare of the entire film hit. You screamed, instinctively grabbing Valentin’s arm and clinging for your dear life. Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might explode at any moment. "Well that was a strong reaction." He said, amused. "I hate this…" you whimpered. "You chose to watch it." "Ronin chose it!" He raised an eyebrow: "And you still listened?" You groaned: "I make bad choices, okay?" After a minute or two, Valentin exhaled, a hint of concern: "You feeling better now?" You laid still, burying  your face in his shoulder: "Why did I listen to Ronin?" "That’s a question you should ask yourself more often," he smiled. As another terrifying scene starts playing. You squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to look at the screen. Valentin shifted beside you, adjusting so you were tucked against him more comfortably. "You know," he spoke up, his voice as casual as if you weren’t on the verge of passing out, "you could stop watching. Would that be better?" "And leave myself alone in the dark? Absolutely not. Besides, if I stop now, I’ll just imagine worse things."

"Reasonable.”.

…

By the time the credits finally rolled, you felt like you had aged ten years. "Well," Valentin said, stretching. "That was quite the experience." You turned to him, questioning your own ears: "Fun?" He smiled softly: "You survived, didn’t you?" "Barely." Just then, a notification popped up in the group chat. <@Angelic>: How’s the movie night going? <@Y/N>: I think I lost ten years of my life. <@hitmeuppp>: lmao, weak <@Angelic>: Misaki, you literally screamed during the rom-com just because the guy showed up out of nowhere to surprise her. <@hitmeuppp>: jumpscares ARE jumpscares You grinned, shaking your head. At least you weren’t the only one who suffered tonight.

You dropped your head against Valentin’s shoulder, desperately in need of a sweet treatment: "I need something happy. Or candy. Or both." Valentin thought for a few seconds before standing up:"Come on, then." You blinked, surprised that worked: "Huh?" He grabbed his jacket: "Late-night snack run. You’ve earned it." You stared at him, then sighed in relief, getting up to follow. Maybe tonight wasn’t a complete disaster…

[allhailsugu]

Rise and Shine | t. zenin x Reader!

Yesterday evening you spontaneously checked into a suite of a high class hotel offering a broad variety on massages etc. at their inhouse Spa to enjoy the weekend and so happens you just had the hottest night, before waking up in the morning looking forward to your Spa day.

Content: fluff!Tojixfem!Reader, explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; married au - you are in early 30s; Toji is in mid-late 30s. TOJI's POV! Word count: 4k Author's Note: Was thinking about this for days and wanted to write something from Toji's POV. Here it is. I wanted it to be fluff so the scenes aren't too explicit.... (I guess.) Couldn't get fluffy Toji outta my mind so had to write him out. Here ya go! P.S.: Wrote this during work, don't tell my boss. jk P.P.S.: Since this is an AU he's Zenin, not Fushiguro, fyi. Not really relevant to the story but it's in the title.

I slowly began to wake, groggily opening my eyes and blinking as the late morning light filled the bedroom, illuminating everything perfectly. I groan softly, slowly stretching against you as my body was sore with the delicious aches of last night. I turned my head to look at you, a soft smile spreading across my face as I saw you asleep. Feeling me shifting next to you, you began to stir as well. I grin, seeing you starting to stir in your sleep. I shift my body, nuzzling my face against your cheek before I whisper softly, "Wake up, princess. It's morning." I reach out, my fingertips gently brushing over your side to tickle you playfully making you bend your body away from my touch, annoyed noises coming from you, your voice still hoarse from the escapades of the night before.

"Noooo.... don'ttt...!" You whine tired. I burst out laughing at your reaction as I reached out and let my fingers gently run through your hair. I leaned over and brushed my lips against yours, giving you a soft kiss.

"Mhmmm…ugh—" You tried stretching and stopped your movements suddenly. I chuckle softly, shifting under the covers and reaching out to pull your back against my chest, my fingers gently massaging and rubbing your stiff muscles. "Sore, baby?"

"Yeah… hella sore…" You said, your voice still hoarse and sleepy. Your mouth felt incredibly dry and you let your head slump back against my chest. I felt my chest rumble with a soundless chuckle, my fingers continuing to rub and massage your stiff muscles, working out the pain and soothing your sore limbs.

"I'll order some food to the room and then we'll get in the shower and I'll make you feel better..."

"You‘re a saint~…." You whispered nuzzling your head against my chest. A huff of amusement escaped my lips as I chuckled, my fingers rubbing gently in soothing circles over your back, rubbing and massaging out all the tension and pain in your muscles.

"I can't help but pamper you.. especially after last night. You were just so perfect, princess..."

You chuckled in response, "Loved ruining me didn’t you?"

I hum, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the top of your head, gently rubbing you in a soothing motion.

"Of course I did... and I want to do it as much as possible.... every day for the rest of our lives in fact..."

"As much as I enjoy having sex with you… I probably wouldn’t survive it, if every night was like last night." You said sighing, a sly smirk tugging on the corners of your lips. I chuckled softly in response, my fingers began to press a little harder along your back, a hiss escaping me as my own sore muscles flared up.

You immediately looked up concerned. Noticing I was just as sore and your own love language kicked in wanting to pamper me now.

"Aw, you are just as sore, baby." You said sitting up and gently massaging my shoulder. A groan of delight rumbled in my chest as I stretched my arms above me, leaning into your touch as you began to massage my bare shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

"Mmmm... that feels good princess…"

"Tell you what, got an idea!" You said suddenly crawling off the bed, still naked you bend down grabbing the white shirt I wore out yesterday. Inhaling as you pulled it over your head 'cause it smelled just like me. Watching you put on my shirt instead of one of your own, I felt a possessive sort of feeling flood me at the sight of you.

"What do you have in mind baby..?" I asked curiously, my eyes flickering to yours as you shuffled to the phone in the suite, outside of the bedroom. 

You talked on the phone with the receptionist but since you were out of the room I didn’t really catch anything. After hanging up you came back into bed, sitting next to me while I was still laying down.

"I ordered fresh fruits and juices to help with our dehydration and sore muscles and I told the receptionist to book us the all inclusive SPA package which means, hot stone massages, oil massages and hanging out in the Sauna and pools for as long as we want~" You said excited slipping back into the covers next to me.

I smiled widely as I listened, my eyes widening a little as you mentioned all the amenities you booked. I hummed in pure pleasure, rolling onto my stomach and propping myself up on my elbows, looking down at you with a smile.

"All inclusive pampering for the both of us? A massage for our sore bodies, hot stones, oil massages, and sauna? Baby, you're spoiling me..."

You smile wide, biting your smile while your hand is traveling up to my cheek, your thumb brushing over the scar on my lips, forcing the corner of my lip to cock up. 

"Of course~! If I don’t spoil my king someone else might try…" 

I grinned at your words, leaning into your touch and turning my head to kiss the underside of your wrist.

"You're the perfect wife... How I ever get so lucky, I'll never know. You're truly too much for me…" I whispered, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Giving that compliment right back at’cha.~" You murmured against my lips making me smile happily, deepening the kiss, feeling a sense of giddiness in the pit of my stomach at the thought of how far we've come. My tongue slid in between your lips, coaxing your mouth open so I could taste you. I ran my tongue over the roof of your mouth, feeling you moan against me, our bodies shifting closer together as I gently cupped your neck, my thumb rubbing against your cheek.

Feeling slightly aroused just by my kisses you try composing yourself with all you have, murmuring. “Baby… Baby, we gotta…” You tried speaking before trailing off and deepening our kiss yourself. I hum softly, a slight groan escaping me, feeling another rush of arousal hit me as we kissed. I pulled you closer, shifting to lean over you, my knees planting on either side of you as my body hovered above yours. I shifted my hands, gently cupping your face and tilting your head to the side so my kisses could trail along your jaw and down your throat. You let out an immediate aroused sigh.

I loved how responsive you were to even a tiny bit of stimulation, it made me want to push you to your limits again. I continued to kiss and caress your body, my hands trailing down over your shoulders and chest, pushing your body down into the bed.

"You're just so perfect..." I murmured between kisses, pressing my body closer as the kiss grew more heated, my need for you growing, as you apparently couldn’t hold back anymore either, since you began grabbing the hem of my shirt you were wearing. I growled lowly at the sight of you tugging at the shirt, my eyes darkening with desire as I looked down at you, watching as the hem of the shirt slipped up your thighs, revealing more smooth skin, my hands trailing down your side, one hand settling on your hip, my grip firm as I gently pushed you into the mattress, moving to pin you under me as I kissed you, hard.

You moaned immediately. Your body burning hot as you still tried slipping off the shirt but due to me on top and hungrily kissing you, you didn't manage. I kept you pinned under me, loving how helpless you were, your moans music to my ears, like always. I could feel my own body now burning, a groan escaping me as a wave of need washed over me. I wanted you. Badly. And I was going to have you, right here, right now.

I tore my mouth away from our kiss, moving on to leaving hot, wet kisses over your jaw and down your throat, nipping and biting your skin leaving tiny marks in my wake.

“Shirt…” You whimpered, as you were losing your mind already. Panting and squirming like the mess I always make out of you. I hummed, biting a particularly sensitive spot on your neck before gently tugging my shirt off of you having you fully nude again. Hands returning to your sides, my mouth continuing to bite and kiss down the expanse of your skin, my tongue darting out to taste you when I could, my body shifting, hands moving to your waist before gripping it, my nails biting into your skin as I felt my body moving on autopilot.

Trailing my kisses lower and lower over you, leaving hot, wet kisses as my tongue slipped out, licking and biting your skin when I could. My own breathing coming out in soft huffs as I kissed down your body, trailing a kiss over your navel, slowly kissing your stomach before my hands grabbed your hips and suddenly flipped you over, my body pressing firmly against you, my chest flat against your back.

I gently pushed your hair away from your shoulder, my free hand trailing down your side, slowly moving over your hip, gripping the soft flesh there with a firm pressure, my breath hot against the skin of your shoulder.

"You do things to me..." I whispered huskily, my body moving slightly to plant hot, open kisses up your spine and over your shoulder, gently grazing my teeth over your skin as I pressed against you. You whined feeling hot beyond belief, your whole body aching to feel me as you arched your back, tilting and pressing your ass towards me as I kept teasing you with open mouth kisses all over. I groaned deeply feeling your ass rub against my groin, my grip on your hips tightening as I gently bit your shoulder, the sound of one of us moaning echoing around us, though it was unclear who. My body arched against you in answer, the friction driving me wild, my hand slipping between your thighs to part them. I shifted slightly to bring my knee up to press teasingly between your thighs coaxing a high pitched moan from your lips as you gripped the sheets tightly. My knee pressed against your core, the hard pressure from my knee sending a wave through your body, a choked gasp slipping from your lips, my body shifting up to bite and suck at your nape. 

My own body was burning, a groan of pleasure rumbling through my chest. I shifted against you, the heat building between us growing with every passing moment, my body aching for you, my skin growing hotter by the second. I couldn't hold back, not with you, not like this. A low growl rumbled from my throat, a sharp nip to your shoulder before my voice came out hoarse and deep in your ears.

"Please... I need you..." I whispered huskily, my mouth leaving marks all over your skin, my hand coming up to caress your breast, massaging and teasing the tender flesh as I rolled my hips against you, my knee pressing closer between your thighs.

"Hiya—" You cried in surprise, your voice laced with desire. You needed me, too.

"Toji, please—…. Need you so bad—…!" You whispered breathy into the pillows.

My mouth went dry at your words, my eyes darkening with desire as the needy tone of your voice hit my ears, the sound of it going straight to my core. My mind was going dizzy with needing you, and before I could stop myself, my hand slipped between your thighs, gently touching your core. I groaned deeply when I felt how wet you were, my body shaking slightly, an animalistic sound coming from the depths of my chest as I gently pushed my knee closer to you, shifting in between your thighs to press myself closer. My fingers dipping between your folds, a groan escaping me when I felt again just how wet you actually were, my own body shaking with anticipation as my fingers slowly rubbed between your folds. My breaths coming out in huffs as my body moved against you, my teeth gently biting your neck. My fingers continued rubbing and stroking moving onto your sensitive bud, making your body jolt and shake as you began whimpering more. Little gasps in between your heavy pants making me grin satisfied while I turned my head to bite your shoulder, as you quaked and cried in pleasure, forcing you to come undone beneath me and you became completely helpless. Your body already close to it’s limit. 

Your sounds just enticed me further, your cries and moans feeding my fire, my fingers quickly becoming drenched as I stroked and teased you, abusing your bud, bringing you closer and closer towards the edge, teeth grazing your sensitive skin on your neck as you were now so close, my body could feel it. Aching and shaking with every second that passed, my lips continuously trailing kisses and bites up your neck. My thumb kept rubbing your sensitive tip, a groan escaping me as I moved close to your ear, my words huskily.

"Let go baby... you're so close..." I whispered in your ear, my breath hot and warm against your skin, each word sending a shudder through my own body, the need building inside of me with every second.

Your own body hot, hips bucking into my touch before your body began to jerk, shaky gasps and quiet cries as you gripped the sheets tightly, tugging them towards yourself as you came, your body shaking beneath mine. I watched as your body spasmed and shook in orgasm, feeling every tremble and wave shiver through your body, a groan escaping me watching the pleasure wash over you, my own needs becoming stronger, my hand quickly leaving your core. I feel your body tensing in my arms, your moans echoing in my ears.

"Beautiful," I murmur, my lips brushing against your neck, my fingers tracing gentle circles on your skin as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. "So incredibly beautiful, love." The sensation of your moans sending shivers across my spine. I couldn't wait any longer. My aching body needed you, needed you badly, needed you now. So in the next second I pressed my body against you again, my arms wrapping around you, lifting you up against my chest making you cry out in surprise, voice high pitched and shaky, while I put the fingers I was just teasing you with into your mouth.

Your  body slightly shivering from the aftermath of your recent orgasm as I already began to chase towards mine, aligning myself directly at your core while letting you suck on my fingers, tasting yourself swiftly before I slipped them out and tasted them myself. Your taste making me growl and smack my lips before I palm my aching length with the same hand, as it was so eagerly awaiting your tight walls. I slowly push into your well prepped core, coaxing a deep gasp out of you as I stretch you out. Just like I always do. I moaned deeply as I slowly pushed into you, my head dropping forward to press against your shoulder. A shuddering breath leaving me as I finally buried myself fully inside you, my arms coming up to your waist, wrapping tightly around you, my thighs shaking gently as they pressed against your own. I pressed my body tightly against you, feeling the weight of you in my arms, feeling the warmth of your body seeping into my skin, my eyes shutting as I relished having you finally so close again.

I stilled, just holding you close for a moment, every beat of your heart against my chest like music to my ears. 

"You feel amazing…“ I whisper in a husky voice, my lips brushing gently against your skin, my fingers gently gliding along your body. “I want to make you feel even better….“ I murmur softly as I continue my touch slow and sensual. "I want to keep fucking you like this forever. Just like this." My nose would trail its path down to the spot where your neck and your shoulder meet, my hot breath on your neck, placing soft nibbles down. And the need still burned in me, so I trailed my nose up your neck, lips brushing against your sensitive skin as I gently nuzzled my head against your cheek, before my lips find yours in a deep, heated kiss. I moaned into your mouth, tilting my head to the side, deepening the kiss, my tongue slipping into your mouth as my body began to move, rolling my hips gently, my hands moving low to rest on your hips again.

I pulled you closer, my fingers clutching your hips, guiding them, my lips leaving your mouth, back to trailing heated kisses down your neck as my hips rolled repeatedly against you. You moved your arm up over our heads to reach behind you holding onto the nape of my neck, while your other hand was gripping my thigh from the side. Each breath leaving me coming out hot and heavy against you, my breaths mingling with yours, our bodies finding a now perfect rhythm. The pleasure was building fast, the heat pooling in my lower stomach with each gentle brush of your body against mine, a low groan rumbling through my chest, my hips rolling and shifting against you, a slow yet intense build up, the fire burning brighter with each second that passed. 

With each push deep into you and your body moving against mine, I felt my body and mind going blank, all I could focus on was your skin against mine, the feeling of your fingers tightening against my skin, and the sounds you were making. My breath came out in pants, my head spinning slightly as pleasure spread through me.

I felt dizzy, my chest heaving, my breath coming out in huffs as my body was arching against you, shaking with each slow and deep push, my breath catching in my throat, coming out low and deep in my chest. A groan echoing from me as a wave of pleasure hit me. I was getting close. So close, my pace shifted slightly, picking up speed, my breath coming out in short, quick huffs, my head dropping into the crook of your shoulder, pressing my face against your neck.

Moans now came out muffled against your skin, hands moving to press firmer against your hips, helping our bodies move together while my hips were rolling faster now. A shudder going through me, my teeth gently biting and nibbling at your neck to muffle my sounds as moans started spilling from me now, getting more low and louder as I felt the tension growing deep in my gut, a low growl slipping from me as I began to feel you clenching around me.

I needed you, I needed you so badly, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t slow down, my body was moving on its own now, my pace quicker and deeper, my hands gripping your hips a little harder, a low groan escaping me as that tension was growing stronger. The overwhelming feeling growing more and more, forcing my breath to get more and more shaky as I was close. Impossibly close, the coil was growing tighter and tighter, but I needed you with me, my head leaned up to your ear, the words leaving me husky and hot, my breath coming out in deep pants.

"Please... please... I need you... I'm so close... I need to feel you... come for me... please... come for me..." I whispered in your ear, begging for you to cum and tighten further around me. My plea making you clench around me as I groaned, eyes fluttering and my body shaking as that tension grew impossibly tighter. My hips rolling against you more urgently now, each shift of our bodies bringing me closer and closer to bliss, my moans and groans now unrestrained from my chest, the sound of them filling the air.

"Don't hold back, cum for me again. I want to feel every inch of you.“ I murmur the words as I gently press my lips against your throat, my hands gliding in a constant rhythm to your body, my lips exploring your skin with a reverence only reserved for you as your voice is my drug, and I am addicted. My body moves with frantic urgency, pushing into you with increasing pace and passion. "I want to make you cum again.... and again….“ 

And yet there was no need for my begging as my movements already pushed you over the edge. Your body tense, every muscle in you taut as you gasped, breath catching as you held it in before the tension in your lower stomach area snapped and unleashed a chain reaction of knots releasing through your whole body, making you shake and quiver against me, your core tightening and clenching around me in intervals, pleasure rippling through your core and I can feel each and every one of your contractions. The sound of my name tearing from you sent a shiver through me and my hips stuttered. The feeling of your core gripping me tightly set me off. I could feel the tension growing impossibly tight now, every inch of my body burning and shaking as I held you close, that fire burning impossibly bright.

My breath coming out in gasps, my hips still moving urgently against you as I felt that coil tighten further before finally snapping, my body going rigid as pleasure washed over me, my grip on your hips tightening as I groaned deeply. Waves of pleasure wracked over my body as I came fully inside you, hips jerking and pumping spurts of hot white mess repeatedly into you, leaving me panting and trembling as I leaned against you, my body shaking and shivering. I gently wrapped my arms around you, holding you close as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me. I pressed my cheek against yours, my body feeling blissful as I relished the feeling of you in my arms, your name leaving my lips over and over in whispers as I held you close. 

A satisfied smile curled at the corner of my lips, my eyes closing as I slowly began to relax again, my fingers running gently up and down your back in a soothing manner as I simply held you against my chest, relishing in the feeling of you laying against me in comfort. It was... absolutely perfect. So perfect that I couldn't say anything. Couldn't do anything other than hold you and slowly drift as your own hand began to move over the taut muscles of my body.

We remained close, me now leaning against the headboard, you leaning against my chest as we finally relaxed fully, our breathing slow and steady again after this intense moment. I was exhausted but felt nothing but content at this moment. My heartbeat slowed to a steady beat in my chest, my fingers tracing over your back, gently following the lines of your spine as it dipped and arched, my head laying against the headboard as I held you, a calmness washing over me. I pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, my fingers trailing over your shoulder, drawing little circles against your skin before my hand came to rest at your lower back, my grip gently rubbing and massaging you.

"Mhmm….I feel like I‘m dreaming…" You said in a low voice smiling softly as your eyes closed swiftly.

"Mmm...then this is the best dream ever..." I replied with a smile, my eyes half-lidded as my fingers massaged and rubbed you before I pressed another kiss to the top of your head.

[thesongoffalsity]

i'll be your savior (aizen x black!gn!reader)

TW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Gore Depiction of corpse(s), Religious Trauma, Alcoholism, Eating Disorder(s)

"that's okay, i'll be the deity you pray to."

your face was filled with that of disgust. you were at a loss for words, but your body language said it all. that startling news, and the way ichimaru let it roll oh so smoothly off the tongue had you grinding your teeth.

"your father was slain by a hollow."

this was impossible, unfathomable. the [last/name] was compromised of formidable, strong-willed soul reapers. your very family takes their honorable title as steel hearted warriors, so much so that any uncapable relative is to be banished or in extreme cases executed. no one was pardoned.

you were drafted in to serve the gotei 13 whether you liked it or not.

"BULLSHIT! show me his body." that god forsaken grin widened on his face, it made your stomach twist into knots.

ichimaru didn't say much and was about to turn on his heel to escort you, but the sudden sound of heavy footsteps had you turning to knock into a hard wall.

or well aizen that is.

"oh? seems like i won't have to." was all the smug bastard said before walking off somewhere else.

it was cherry blossom season in soul society. you hated it. always made your allergies act up. "sit back and smell the daisies" they say while you're drying your lungs out from all the sneezing.

aizen made sure to walk through every path that contained those fuckshit trees. every sneeze that followed an "excuse me" and every rumbling cough followed a "i have something in my throat" produced a curt chuckle from the brunette.

"do you know why some have allergies?"

"no. do you know if tosen's brewing tea for me?" that was a bit sharp edged, but you were dying here and needed some relief. this was the least rudest thing you could say to your superior without being conspirated as an ill-minded soldier.

he suddenly stopped right in front of a rather unhealthy young tree and squatted down to examine a drooping branch.

"i enjoy these trees so much so that cherry blossom season is my favorite. however you on the other hand have a different plight and—" "the goddamn pollen makes my eyes and nose runny as fuck. 'nd i want em all disintegrated from soul society. ya don't have to remind me, captain." a smile forced its way onto your face, or well what looked like some kind of creasing of the lips.

"right. there's a reason for that. just as much there are cherry blossom enjoyers there are those who despise such creation. it's just the balance and equilibrium that exists coming into play." philosophical food for thought...if only you were the type to sit around and actually listen to it.

"where is my father."

oh yeah. that. he turned around and put his hands on either of your shoulders seeming as if to ground you for what he would say.

"[first/name] i want you to deaden your emotions."

the hairs on the back of your neck began to stand up at his words. what the fuck kinda scene was he gonna show you? you've seen fellow soul reapers get turned to minced meat, picked apart piece by piece... what makes him think you'll lose your shit now? now that really in this world the one person who kept you going was gone...

aizen blindfolded you as he seemed to be leading you to the site of your father's death. the ground had changed from the dry dirt path you two had been walking on earlier to a more lush, tall grassy area. that scent...that familiar scent was filling the air.

the smell of death.

you couldn't help the way you instinctfully jerked in his hold.

"are you sure you want to see?" he reaffirmed. it was always hard to understand aizen, and i mean no not that warm open-arms aura he always flaunted around it was...when he meant something...and it meant something else. but right now it was as clear as day.

"let me see my father." you demanded, your throat was straining...closing on itself. were you going to regret this? actually you would hate yourself if you never went to see what the bastard had done to him anyways, you'd might aswell get this over with.

"very well then. i shall start with the debrief as you assess the field."

when your eyes were freed of the white blindfold, your blood ran cold. how could this be described...how could words paint a picture for the decrepit scene before you.

"[last name]. first name, [father/name]. sex, male. marital status, divorcee. residence is that of the western branch."

his hands were ripped from his forearm which was haphazardly resting atop what you thought was his skull, though you came to realize was just part of his frontal bone. and his skin...oh it made you begin to step back in disbelief. how could anything do this.

"[last/name] was reported to have been detoured from his squad's mission to deal with a hollow deemed 'small fry.'"

smallfry...what kind of pipsqueak was capable of shredding your dad into fajita meat! his fucking eyes were squashed out like a bug's. he was laying down against an aging cherry blossom that was bent over and providing shade to the composing corpse. flies were gathering, probably seeing this as some kind of buffet of sorts.

"subordinate thompson robert was said to be the first to find [last/name] at the location of death."

you dropped to your knees. robert? that shitface? back when you were still in the western branch with your mother you knew him to be a lying scoundrel who would never hold his own weight. this was part of the reason why you were moved to the eastern part of soul society to serve with the gotei 13.

"robert?! that shithead was there? how do we know he didn't just let my father die!" you shouted. tears were streaming down your face. this was impossible to believe. some tiny ass weaklink was able to kill a lieutenant.

"because the report was verified by your father's captain, wilson-san."

"LIES! THAT OLD SCUM WAS PLOTTING SOMETHING THE MOMENT I LEFT!"

"[first/name]. breath. remember, your nose is runny."

right...you needed a tissue for the sorry state you were in.

✦✦✦

it had been weeks since your father's memorial service. bottles upon bottles of soju and some imported western liquor like gin and whiskey were scattered around your tiny dormitory. aizen allowed you to go on a break from your duties to recuperate mentally.

ichimaru came by from time to time, sometimes with some hangover drinks or actual food since you never thought of getting actual sustenance. it was all about numbing your brain, letting go, letting that static feeling take hold of you entirely. at one point you somehow got ahold of some psychedelics which were confiscated by tosen the moment you stepped foot insisting that shrooms were directing you to your 'god'.

whatever the hell that meant.

it was brought to aizen's attention when he was told of a mental breakdown you were having one morning after being force-fed breakfast. he left no time for whoever it was to continue their report, and took off to your room. his mind was racing, wondering what the hell could have happened this time.

once he got within earshot, just rounding the corner he heard a garbled shriek. he knew you picked up a bad case of alcohol dependency but he didn't know it was this bad. you were starting to act like a lonely old coot now.

"[first/name]! what is the meaning of this. unhand them, tosen" he waved his hand dismissively as the other seemed to be more than happy to get a break from you.

his brown eyes assessed your body, your skinny, brittle body. he brought his hand down to trace your visible ribs, and then rubbed the bottom of your lip. "my my...someone's gotten a tad too hooked on soju have they?"

you wheezed, relaxing in his hold. even in your drunken stupor he managed to calm you. his hands felt nice and warm cradling you. almost like you weren't just screaming your head off for the empty bottle tosen ripped out of your hands at god speed.

"hah...ain't you the one who let me try that shit the second i was moved into your squad, bitch?" aizen's eyes widened slightly at the sudden memory. well he couldn't foreshadow that he was the brains behind creating an alcoholic monster who just now realized their potential.

"very funny. i was worried about you, you know." he said, his head was raised and looking elsewhere. the glint from his glasses and your blurry vision haltering you from making out his expression.

"now it's my time to laugh."

"i'm not being funny. i'm being serious."

deadass?

"i followed you to your room the night of your father's funeral. you...forgot i was even there even after i asked to stay a while. and then you threw your head on the ground and prayed." he paused for a moment, and you saw his adam's apple bob just a tad. "i don't think you knew you had a gash in your head from doing that. blood was dripping from your head. and all you kept repeating was "please, lord, make his next life peaceful." i don't know who you were talking to, the soul king or this omnipotent man you western folk seem to idolize. your mind was at a bend. and at some points you blamed yourself, that robert man, and even your father himself."

you listened with interest, slightly inclining yourself as went on and on. you were...praying? shit even you didn't remember that. all you remember was waking up the next morning to find yourself with a huge bandage on your forehead and a note that said to check the fridge for some premade food.

"[first/name]." he was finally looking down at you, and you could feel butterflies in your gut.

"do you still cry yourself to sleep after you pray?" you nodded your head, and he in return took your hand in his and squeezed it a little. you couldn't deny that you haven't stopped your nonstop calls to whoever the fuck was in charge. "that's okay. i'll be the deity you pray to."

his lips connected with yours, and in that moment it felt clear and there to you. warm and fuzzy. it was just a quick peck to the lips, but then he came back and it lasted longer than before as if he atfirst knew the implication of this all but damned it all and went back for more.

it was alright however, he was your savior now.

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author's note: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! i took a long ass break. im so nervous im not showing the character's like TRUE nuances ifykwim like aizen a little snakey boy, and i just feel i didnt capture that well enough but practice makes perfect. my ichigo fans, which i know is the entire fandom of bleach IM HOPING, keep yall eyes out for a small mini series 😌

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[happily-wretched]

Starving for your touch (and food)

Omg I actually really love this one :0

The last part was a bit forced but whatever, you get what I was tryna do. Also I know the title is trash, WHATR U GUNNA DO ABT IT??

Caution, this includes: Hunger, missed meals, arousal from SOMEONE ELSE’S hunger, arousal from someone in general, masterbation, blowjobs, a relationship change that is a bit too quick, lots off affectionate gestures to the tummy lol

It was another busy Saturday night at the local pub. Alex Pine, an attractive bartender with short fluffy light brown hair and mesmerizing blue-green eyes, had been working non-stop since his shift started a few hours ago. The constant clinking of glasses, buzz of chatter, and occasional bellow of laughter filled the lively atmosphere. Despite his empty stomach that let out the occasional, embarrassing growl, Alex tried his best to ignore it and focus on his job. 

The pub was packed, mostly with young folk who came to unwind after a week of tedious work. As Alex rushed to and fro, collecting dirty glasses and wiping down the counter, his stomach rumbled loudly again, echoing over the noise. His face burned with embarrassment at the sound. God, the last thing I need right now.

Just then, the pub doors swung open and in walked Alex's long-time friend and crush, Angus Rainolds. Angus had rich, chocolate brown skin, warm brown eyes, and a mop of tousled dark locks. Alex's heart skipped a beat seeing him. He quickly glanced down at his own stomach, silently praying it would remain quiet. 

"Hey Alex!" Angus greeted him in his deep, smooth voice. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Haha, I work here, remember?" Alex replied with a chuckle, trying to hide his nervousness as his stomach let out another low gurgle. He gave it a discreet rub, hoping Angus hadn't noticed. "What brings you in tonight?"

Angus shrugged casually. "Just thought I'd grab a bite. Been craving their wings all day." He patted his slightly rounded tummy. 

He's hungry too? Alex thought with a small spike of relief. Maybe he wasn't the only one starving. He was about to respond when a sudden, loud RRRROOOOOOOAAAARRRR exploded from Angus' midsection. Alex's eyes widened. Angus let out a hearty laugh and placed a hand on his protesting stomach.

"Sorry about that, I'm fucking starving," Angus said with an easy grin. "This big guy was growling like crazy the entire drive here." He gave his tummy a few pats, and Alex felt an unfamiliar twitch in his pants at the sight and sound. 

Alex gulped, trying to focus on Angus' face and not picture him writhing in hunger, hand rubbing his needy stomach as he drove. "Really?” Alex asked in a slight strained tone. Angus nodded, “Yeah. That's actually why I came here. I'm gonna go order something real quick, but I just wanted to chat with you for a sec," Angus explained.

"Of course," Alex replied, his voice still strained. "You should really eat something, Angus. You sound...really hungry." He blushed slightly, wondering why he said it like that.

Angus nodded. "Damn right. See ya!" He said with a wave before heading to the booths. Alex let out a shaky breath, relieved nothing too embarrassing happened in front of Angus. The movement jostled his stomach into letting out another deep groan. 

"I know, I know..." Alex murmured, rubbing his own empty gut. "I'll get you something delicious when I'm off my shift." 

As he continued serving drinks and snacks, he couldn't help but steal glances at Angus. Every so often, he'd notice Angus kneading his own stomach, and the occasional chuckle meant a growl had escaped, causing Alex's arousal to grow. He found himself wishing he'd taken a waiter occupation so he could hear those stomach noises more closely.

No, not here, not now... Alex thought desperately as his cock twitched in his slacks. Thinking of Angus' stomach and the sounds it made was getting to him fast. When there was a lull in customers, Alex hurried to the bathroom before he embarrassed himself fully.

Luckily, the stalls were empty. He quickly locked one and yanked his pants down, desperate for relief. His famished stomach rumbled and moaned as he stroked himself, picturing Angus' body and noises. Alex came with a low groan, biting his lip to stay quiet. After cleaning up, he washed his hands and tried to act natural. 

But he nearly swooned when he saw Angus waiting at the bar. Shit, he just jerked off to the man in front of him. Alex's face was flushed and his legs felt noodly as he approached. "H-hey Angus, y'need something?" 

"Just finished my food, thought I'd have a little booze to wash it down," Angus said easily, eyeing the Modelo bottles behind the counter. Alex blinked. Food? But he was only gone for a few minutes!

"Already?" Alex asked in surprise. "You must've been really starving." Angus scoffed playfully. "Did you not hear how loud my stomach growled earlier? I fucking inhaled everything as soon as it was served." 

Alex's eyes widened. Angus was a big guy but that was quick, even for him. "Impressive.. Now um...what did you want exactly?" 

Angus shrugged. "Nothing too crazy. Modelo please?" Alex beamed and grabbed a cold one, sliding it to him. Angus took a swig and nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, baby."

Alex flushed at the unexpected pet name. He prayed Angus didn't notice the slight tent in his slacks. But then his own stomach let out a thunderous RROOOOAAAARRRR that rattled the glass shelves. Alex slapped a hand over it and froze.

Angus let out a low chuckle. "You hungry, babe?" 

Alex slumped forward on the bar, mortified. "I'm fucking dying... I haven't eaten a single thing all day." He confessed, unable to lie. Angus' face softened. 

"Damn, I'm not surprised. I felt that growl from here," Angus said, eyes sparkling with mirth. Alex flushed deeper. "Haha...yeah, it shook me a bit."

Angus grinned. "No kidding." Then he boldly placed his large hand on Alex's gurgling gut. Alex's brain short-circuited at the contact. "Holy shit, I can feel everything..." Angus marveled. "It's going insane in there."

Alex stared at Angus' hand on his protesting stomach, all other thought evaporating. Angus rubbed it, making Alex' gut let loose an angry rumble. "I think it just...moved. My whole damn arm vibrated from that one." 

Alex' face burned and his cock gave a (thankfully hidden) twitch. The way Angus was so fascinated by the sounds, so descriptive, it was weirdly arousing. Angus squeezed gently, coaxing out a vicious gurgle. 

"You should really eat something," he said in a soft tone, a bit breathy. Alex wanted to die on the spot. He wanted to push his tummy into Angus' touch, make more of those noises for him to feel. He wanted...a lot of things.

Alex felt like he was going to pass out, the way Angus' warm hand felt so right on his gurgling, desperate stomach. He couldn't believe this was happening... his crush, touching one of his most sensitive areas. The vibrations from his stomach felt like they were going to vibrate right into Angus' skeleton. 

"Y-Yeah... I'll eat soon." Alex managed to say, his voice cracking slightly. He prayed Angus wouldn't notice how hard his dick was getting. Angus seemed rather intrigued by the movements of Alex's stomach. He began to give it softer rubs, coaxing out more groans. "Damn, it's really going crazy... I feel every single movement." Angus said in an amazed, yet slightly amused tone. 

Alex's face burned, feeling like it was on fire. He wanted to cum so badly, right then and there. He'd never been so turned on in his life. Angus' hand rubbing his needy tummy felt so good, his hips twitched forward desperately. "Angus..." He breathed out, voice strained. 

He was going to blow his load in his pants if Angus kept touching him like this. Feeling his stomach gurgle against Angus' hand was too much. "Nngh... fuck..." Alex groaned, eyes fluttering shut. He felt Angus remove his hand, but then he felt it start to slide under his shirt... directly to his belly button. Holy shit.. they were in public! Alex glanced around, thankful that no one was paying any attention.

"Angus, please..." Alex whimpered, feeling it dip into the small indent. Alex' entire body shuddered, his cock throbbing violently against his zipper. He felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, feeling his stomach muscles tense and contract under Angus' fingers. 

Angus seemed to realize what he was doing to Alex, as a deep chuckle rumbled out from his chest. "Oh... So that's what it does to you, huh?" He said in a low, husky voice. Alex' eyes snapped open, realizing what that voice meant. Angus was turned on too... by his stomach. 

Alex felt his breathing hitch as Angus continued to explore his sensitive belly. His fingers traced every rib, every twitch. He felt his cock leak precum like crazy, ready to blow. "I... I'm going to..." Alex couldn't even finish his sentence, feeling his orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. 

Angus didn't stop his ministrations, still feeling up Alex' gurgling stomach. He even pressed down firmly, making it let out a embarrassingly loud growl. "Cum for me, Alex." Angus ordered lowly. That's all it took, Alex feeling his vision go white as he came in his pants. His entire body shook, feeling his release soak his underwear. This can’t be real…

He gripped the counter, head hung low as he tried to catch his breath. His stomach vibrated with pleased growls, happy to be touched so much. Angus removed his hand, and Alex couldn't help but whine at the loss. "You're so hot when you cum..." Angus said, voice still rough. 

Alex looked up at him, face flushed. He was mortified, yet still extremely aroused. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." He apologized weakly. Angus shook his head, "Don't apologize..." He murmured, before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Alex' lips. 

Alex melted into the kiss, feeling his heart flutter. When they broke apart, Angus smiled softly. "Wanna go somewhere more private? I wanna see what else I can make this belly do..." He said with a smirk, rubbing Alex' stomach again. Alex moaned at the touch, nodding eagerly. Alex grabbed a sign that said, “I’ll be back soon! :)” and placed it on the counter…

They both hurried to the back, to the employee lounge. As soon as they were alone, Angus shoved Alex onto the couch. He knelt down, lifting Alex' shirt. "Fuck..." He whispered, eyeing Alex' stomach. It was flushed and still gurgling, but much quieter. Angus placed his ear to it, listening intently. "I can hear everything..." He said in awe. 

Alex felt himself blush, feeling his stomach rumble against Angus' ear. Angus looked up at him with a grin, before pressing a kiss right to his belly button. "I love how sensitive it is..." Angus mumbled against him. Alex' cock throbbed, feeling it leak against his soaked boxers. 

Angus began kissing down his belly, the vibrations of his stomach making Angus shiver. His hands gripped Alex' hips, massaging them. Alex felt his cock twitch, his stomach letting out a loud groan. Angus felt it, and looked up at him. "You like this, don't you?" He asked, rubbing Alex' belly. Alex couldn't help but moan, nodding eagerly. 

Angus grinned before diving back in, beginning to prep Alex's needy stomach with kisses and licks. Alex felt himself getting harder by the second, his breath hitching. "F-Fuck..." Alex whimpered, feeling his cock leak even more. Angus looked up at him with lust, before pulling down his pants. 

Alex felt his cock spring free, the tip an angry purple. Angus licked his lips, before wrapping them around the tip. "Mmph..." Angus groaned around him, feeling Alex' stomach gurgle above him. Angus began bobbing his head, taking Alex deeper. 

Alex tossed his head back, moaning loudly. He felt Angus' other hand grip his stomach, massaging it as he sucked him off. His cock throbbed against Angus' tongue, the vibrations from his belly driving him crazy. He gripped Angus' hair, thrusting his hips. 

Angus took it like a champ, doubling his efforts. He gripped the base of Alex' cock, jerking him while he sucked the tip. Alex' stomach let out a desperate, almost pained growl. Angus felt it, and looked up at him. "Cum in my mouth, Alex." He urged, before swallowing him whole. 

Alex cried out, feeling his orgasm wash over him. He came hard down Angus' throat, his entire body shaking. His stomach vibrated wildly against Angus, making him moan around Alex' sensitive cock. Alex felt his legs give out, collapsing back. Angus pulled off, swallowing everything. 

He licked his lips, "You taste so good..." Angus said with a grin. Alex couldn't help but laugh breathlessly, "You're just saying that because you just sucked me off..." Angus chuckled, "Can you blame me? You're fucking delicious..." Angus said, before crawling up Alex' body. 

They shared a heated kiss, Alex tasting himself on Angus' tongue. His stomach let out a thunderous snarl, jealous that Alex’s other hungers were getting satisfied. He felt Angus' hard cock press against his hip, realizing he was still rock hard. "We're not done..." Angus whispered against his lips. Alex hummed eagerly, nodding. He was ready for round two.

Yeeeeee!!!

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Heyyy~ saw your requests were open and was lookin for some Damian Priest content! Definetly Judgement Day vibes, maybe he’s looking to recruit Y/N? I wanna read this and BLUSH, FLUSTER ME I DARE YA!

I DOUBLE DARE YA! 😂 ok thanks!!!

Thanks for helping me hammer out the title on this @auburnwrites!! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! 😀

Title: Love & Conquests Pairing: Damian Priest X Reader Summary: You work as a trainer for WWE. You notice competition between Damian Priest of the Judgement Day, and wannabe member, JD McDonagh, but you don't realize why. Till they both start hitting on you. Then you feel like a conquest and decide to shun them both. But will you grow feelings for Damian as he spends more time around you? And will JD take the hint that he never stood a chance? Or will his actions go too far, causing the Archer Of Infamy to unleash his pent up rage on him? Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Some violence toward men and women.

Note: I saw someone on Tumblr call JD a Funko Pop and I thought it was funny so I used it in this story. Sorry, not trying to be a thief or anything!

Love & Conquests

"Have you seen the new trainer," Dominik Mysterio asked Finn Balor, Damian Priest and JD McDonagh in the locker room Saturday night. "She is a looker, hermanos."

The group was all getting ready for the Fastlane pay-per-view that was to start any minute.

"Really," JD asked. "I'll have t' go check 'er out later."

"Dream on, Pipsqueak." Damian said, his base voice going even lower in pitch. "Keep your mind on business."

"Yeah, okay," JD said reluctantly, buttoning up his black dress shirt. "I'll take care o' business first."

"Why'd you have to go and get his mind off work, bro," Damian said to Dominik. "It's hard enough getting him to pull off a win around here. Why does Finn even want him in our faction?"

"Damian."

Damian looked up to find Adam Pearce standing in the doorway to the Judgement Day's locker room.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to go to the trainer and see how that knee is doing."

"It's fine," Damian replied, giving said knee a pat.

"I still want it checked out. I know you wouldn't tell me if it was still hurt."

Damian rolled his eyes and stood from the couch he'd been sitting on. "It's fine. I'm barely limping."

"But limping nonetheless," Adam shot back. "Go get it checked out or you're not cashing in tonight."

"Wait, what?"

Rhea stood up from the seat she had on the floor. "What do you mean? I thought you were waiting!"

"Chill, Rhea," Damian said, glaring at Adam. "It's not a for sure thing. I was just thinking about it. And if I do cash in, I want to do it on my own." He held up his hands when Finn and Rhea and Dom all three gave him a look. "Look, I just want to win it on my own merit. If y'all go out there and help me, I'm gonna be called a transitional champion. No. I have to do this on my own."

With that, he left the room, a slight limp in his gait.

He headed straight for the trainer's office ready to get this over with. Just as he stepped through the door he was greeted by a beautiful doctor.

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You watched as a very tall, handsome Puerto Rican man entered your office. You felt your face flush, and hoped he didn't notice.

"Hi, Are you Damian Priest," you asked shyly, checking your appointments list.

Seemingly quiet, Damian only nodded as he stared at you.

The fact that he stared at you only made your face heat up even more.

Dang it.

"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," he replied.

His voice was so deep and sexy!

He reached his hand out to you to shake and you gently took his hand, and shook. You couldn't help but notice how his hand swallowed yours whole.

"So, Adam Pearce said you'd be stopping by. Let's take a look at that knee." You said, motioning for him to sit down on the exam table.

You watched as Damian took his seat on the table. "Now, don't be nervous. We're just going to do a couple of exercises to make sure your knee is stable."

"That's fine. In fact, my knee is fine. I know it."

"I hope so," you said softly, taking a rubber mallet to test his reflexes with. Then you had him hold his leg out straight for thirty seconds to see the strength in his knee and leg. Then you had him stand to his feet and perform a few squats.

Then, you were feeling his knee to see if anything seemed out of place.

"Any pain at all when I do this?"

He shook his head and smiled at you. "The only time it hurts at all is when I walk on it. But the pain is negligible."

You nodded with a hum. "I see. Well, I can't find anything really wrong. I'd still advise you to not cash in your briefcase tonight, but if you do, just use caution."

"Thanks, Doc," Damian smiled at you and reached for your hand once more. You gave it to him and were surprised when he raised the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Oh," you couldn't stop the half-moaned word if you tried. Then you were flaming red again, you could feel it.

Flustered, you tugged your hand back gently and spoke "If… If you do cash in tonight. Stop by here afterward so I can recheck your knee."

Damian smiled again. "Sure thing, cariña. Thanks again, for checking me out," he said with a wink.

Your face would not stop burning this night.

Especially thanks to Mr. Priest.

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"You weren't kidding, bro. That new trainer is a knockout. I think I'm in love," Damian said, chuckling. He punched Dominik lightly on the shoulder and grinned as if to say, "You know how to pick 'em!"

"I told you," Dominik responded, with a laugh.

"So are you going to ask her out?"

Rhea asked the question with her arms crossed across her chest. She was protective of her family and wanted to make sure the woman in question was good enough for her "terror twin".

"Of course! Maybe tonight after the show. She wanted me to stop by anyway if I was to cash in. So I figured I might stop by regardless."

"I may have t' stop by m'self," JD grinned. "I love a challenge."

"Excuse you!" Rhea scolded. "Did you not just hear Damian say he was going to ask her out? And women are not challenges, jackass."

"Hey, all's fair in love an' war, love."

"Don't call me love," Rhea spat back.

"You'd better back off," Damian growled, stepping toward JD. "The only reason you're here on the outskirts of the group is because you are Finn's friend. That's the only thing keeping you safe right now."

"Easy, lad," JD said, raising his hands defensively. "I just want t' see what all d'a fuss is about."

Damian took another step toward JD, threateningly. "Leave. Her. Alone."

"Alright. Alright, partner."

"I'm not your partner. And you're not part of the Judgement Day!"

A loud, piercing whistle whizzed through the air then.

Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at Finn.

"Ever'body, just calm down!" He nearly shouted the words. "I'm gettin' tired of d'a mayhem! Can we all just get on d'a same page?"

Sighing, Finn left the room before anyone could answer him.

"He's right guys," Rhea said. "Get it together!"

She stormed out next.

Which meant Dom was running after her.

Which left JD and Damian.

Not wishing to piss Finn or Rhea off any worse, he simply left the room as well, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd probably kill JD.

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Damian was setting Cody up for JD to hit him with the Money In the Bank briefcase on top of the announce table. But JD screwed up yet once more and slammed the briefcase into Damian's sore knee. Damian instantly went down as his knee buckled and he held onto it.

In the next instant, however, Cody had lifted Damian up and performed a Cross Rhodes onto the announce table. Rhea was beside herself as Jey Uso maneuvered Finn into a double-team Cody Cutter. Jey rolled out of the ring and Cody covered Finn for the 1…2…3!

There were new Undisputed Tag Team Champions!

Rhea sat on the floor looking toward the rafters as if to say, "I can't believe this!"

Finally, after Jey and Cody celebrated in the ring, it was time to head backstage.

Finn and Dom helped Damian backstage and to the trainer.

JD trailed behind them apologizing up and down–only to Finn, not Damian.

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You watched Damian's match on the little tv in your office and immediately after JD hit Damian with the briefcase, pulled his file from your drawer and prepared to see him in the next few minutes. You watched as Finn Balor and Dominik Mysterio helped Damian backstage with a shorter man–JD McDonagh if you remembered right–following behind looking to be very apologetic.

Minutes later, Damian headed into your office, a more noticeable limp this time, and waited for you to direct him.

"Have a seat," you told him, motioning to the exam table.

"You don't sound surprised to see me," Damian said to you, as he sat down.

"Well, I was… watchingyourmatchontheTV."

You flushed as you said the words as fast as you could.

"Checkin' me out again, huh?"

"Stop it," you smiled, as your face burned even more. "Now, let's take a look at that knee."

"Miss? Can I have y'r assistance please?" came an Irish voice from the hallway. The man that had trailed behind Finn and Damian on the ramp, stepped into the room holding his head.

"Yes, I'll help you in just a few moments," you replied. "If you'll have a seat in one of the chairs, I'm with a patient at the moment."

You heard Damian grumble under his breath as JD took a seat and waited.

"What are you even here for," he demanded. "I was the one who took a hard hit to the knee. Because of you!"

"Hey now," JD sounded defensive. "I took a hard hit t' d'a head. I need t' be checked f'r a concussion.

"Your big head could take a few hits!"

"Guys," you said, squatting down and gently rolling up Damian's pant leg so you could better see his knee. "I'm not equipped to break up a fight. So, please calm down."

"Don't worry, cariña. We're not going to get into a fight. In your office." Damian specified. "The hallway, now that's a different matter."

You frowned as you checked over Damian's knee. There was a bit of swelling, but as you examined it, you couldn't find anything wrong with it–other than the swelling.

"Ice it down tonight and put some heat on it tomorrow, and it should be fine," you said, with a sigh. "You guys need to be more careful."

"Tell that to Funko Pop over there," Damian said.

"Hey, it's not my fault I was given a big head."

There was an odd tone to JD's voice and you looked over at him, saw him smiling an almost perverted grin at you. There was unmistakably an innuendo in his choice of words.

Your face burned drastically, and you frowned again.

Damian seemed to notice and instantly tensed. "Keep the language PG in front of the lady, pendejo."

"Yes, please do," you commented uncomfortably. You went back to looking over Damian's knee and still could find nothing wrong.

"I think you're good, Damian," you said, rising to your feet. "Just ice it and then heat it like I said and rest it till the next show and it should be fine."

"Thanks, cariña. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

He got up and surprised you by taking a seat in one of your chairs. You gave him a puzzled look.

"I'm just staying here to make sure Funko behaves himself."

You grew even more uncomfortable. You felt as though they were competing for your attention. And that made you feel like a conquest. Right then, you decided to shun them both. You weren't going to be treated in such a way.

"Okay, have it your way," you said finally. You took out a pen light and tested JD's pupils against the light. They dilated perfectly. You performed other tests to check him for a concussion and there were absolutely no signs of a concussion at all.

"I think you're fine," you said, putting your pen light back in your pocket.

"I think you're pretty fine, too," JD flirted, his blue eyes went dark and he reached out, traced the cross necklace at your neck.

You stepped back, growing more and more uncomfortable.

"Stop it," Damian instantly said from his chair.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Seriously, I think you are… okay, JD. There are no signs of a concussion."

"Okay, chill, darlin'. It's all good."

"JD. Leave. Ahora," Damian spoke up once again and stood to his feet. His eyes flashed fire.

"Alright, mate. I'm going."

Damian grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and escorted him out of the room himself. As he shoved JD out the door, he turned and looked at you. "Would you maybe like to get some drinks tonight? After the show?"

You looked over at him and gave a slight shake of your head. "I don't know what's going on with you two, but I'm not a conquest. And I won't be treated like one. So, no. I wouldn't like to go out for drinks."

With that, you slammed the door in Damian's face and went to work on filling out the medical reports on Damian and JD.

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"Eres tan estúpido!"

Damian swatted JD on the back of his head and gave him a shove into the wall right next to Finn.

"I swear if you two don't stop it!" Rhea exclaimed. "What is going on now?"

"He screwed things up with me and Y/N," Damian spouted off. "He started hitting on her and made her think we were making her a conquest."

"Maybe you should stay out of Damian's business, JD," Finn said, "After all, he'd made it known his intentions to ask out Y/N."

"But, I wasn't asking her out, per say," JD protested. "I was only hitting on her a wee bit."

"You nearly touched her chest when you were checking out her necklace!" Damian growled, getting in JD's face. "I'd say you weren't hitting on her a "wee bit". You were nearly assaulting her!" He stepped closer, forcing JD to step back against the wall. "And now she thinks I'm a scumbag like you!"

With a roar of rage, Damian lifted JD off his feet by his throat and proceeded to choke the life out of him.

Finn, Rhea and Dom all three freaked out and began trying to get Damian to release JD. He only did when he was good and ready. Which was a full minute later. He finally set JD back on his feet.

"Now, go apologize to her. NOW!"

Nodding silently, JD left the hallway and went in search of Y/N, so he could apologize. And hopefully live after the fact.

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You were filing the reports into the file cabinet when you heard a knock at the door. Striding to the door and opening it, you saw JD McDonagh standing on the other side.

"I just want to, uh, ap-apologize." JD started before you could close the door again. "I'm sorry for d'a way I acted."

He wouldn't even look you in the eye. Some apology.

"Thank you JD. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm quite busy."

"Would you want t' catch a late dinner lat'r? After d'a show?" He asked suddenly. Hope lighting up his bright blue eyes.

"I-I don't think so, JD. I've already eaten," you lied. Why you didn't just come out and say you weren't attracted to him, you didn't know. Probably to keep from hurting his feelings.

"Oh. Well, if Damian's a problem, we don't have to let him know, ya know?"

"It's not that. I just really don't feel up to another meal."

"Okay, I see," JD smiled softly. "We can go another night. Catch ya later!" He was off down the hall before you could object to going out with him another night.

Sighing in frustration you sat down at your desk and began working on the remaining reports for the night.

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Weeks passed with JD continuously badgering you for a date. You always came up with a lame reason why you couldn't, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. He seemed adamant that the reason you weren't going out with him was because of Damian's temper.

Which couldn't be further from the truth.

Damian had been nothing but kind since the night that JD and Damian were at each other's throats.

He'd come by a while after JD had, and said he was sorry, himself–in detail–not just some flimsy apology. You'd noticed that he also looked you straight in the eye and took your hand–not in a sleazy way either–giving it a gentle squeeze.

He'd won you over in the past weeks, plain and simple. He'd been there in your office when a fight broke out between Jey Uso and Drew McIntyre. If Damian had not been there to put a stop to it, you didn't know what you would've done. You were slightly shaken up because you'd never been around a fight before. Especially so up close and personal. Damian had hugged you afterwards and made sure you were okay.

He'd been coming around your office more and more hanging out, and one night he asked you out again. This time for dinner after the show.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you said softly with a smile. You failed to mention that JD had asked you out earlier and you'd turned him down yet again. In fact, you'd not said anything about JD hitting on you at all. You didn't want to start a big row between the two.

So, later, the two of you went to a nice restaurant and had a sit-down meal so you could talk and get to know each other better. You were seated next to the restaurant's front window facing the street, and your menus were brought to you. Within minutes, you had both placed your orders and then were waiting on the food.

"So, how long have you been a trainer," Damian asked. "I heard you used to work for TNA."

"About twelve years. Yes, I worked at TNA from the time I graduated till about a month ago." You took a sip of water. "What about you? How long have you been doing this?"

"Almost nineteen years," Damian answered. "I debuted in Monster Factory Pro Wrestling and trained there for about ten years and then went on to ROH for a few years, and from there, I signed with WWE and started in NXT. I've been on the main roster for about two years and I am loving it."

"You're very good, I've seen your work here in WWE."

"Thank you. So, tell me about yourself. And how did you come to be a trainer for WWE?"

"There's not much to tell. I am single. I live alone in an apartment till I get ready to settle down and buy a house. I grew up an only child and got into athletics at a young age. Got a torn ACL playing baseball when I was fifteen and had to get out of sports due to the severity of the injury. But I had an amazing PT that helped me through the healing process, and I decided I wanted to get into the same line of work. I worked my butt off and did just that. And here I am."

Your food came then and you both decided to eat a few bites before continuing on with your conversation.

However, you didn't notice the car in the street drive by extremely slowly, a pair of blue eyes watching you both angrily…

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"I had a great time with you tonight, Y/N," Damian said, walking you to your hotel door.

"I had a great time too," you replied, giving him a shy smile. "It was really nice getting to know you better."

Damian nodded, "Do you want to go out with me again?"

You nodded, a flush creeping up your face, "I do."

"Aaaand… would it be okay to kiss you goodnight?"

You giggled, you couldn't help it. He made you feel like a school girl all over again. "Yes."

He smiled and leaned downward, instantly catching your lips with his, giving you a firm but gentlemanly kiss. No tongue. That was interesting, you thought. Most guys just rammed their tongues down your throat, no questions asked. Damian was full of surprises.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Damian."

With that, he made sure you were safe in your room, before turning and going down the hall to his own room.

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At the next show, the following night, you walked to your makeshift office and was surprised–though not deeply–to find JD standing at your door, waiting on you.

"Hi, JD… What can I do for you?"

His eyes seemed to go dark as he answered you, though he kept up a cheerful appearance. "You could let me take ya out t'night."

"I'm sorry, JD, but no." You said softly, reaching around him to unlock your office door. "I have plans tonight. I've just started seeing someone, and I don't want to discourage them by going out with someone else."

You unlocked the door and stepped into your office, but JD ddin't take the hint. He stepped into the office with you and slammed the door shut to your utter shock, and then locked the door.

"JD, get out." You said, trying to sound firm. "Unlock the door and leave."

"Let me guess, d'a mystery man is none other than Damien. Am I right? I saw ya together at d'a restaurant last night."

You tilted your chin up in defiance despite your growing trepidation. "That's none of your business. Now leave, before I scream for help."

Growing enraged, JD stepped forward and swept his hand along the surface of your desk, raking everything to the floor. Then he pounded his fist against the desk, hard. "I asked ya out too! You should be going out with me!"

"I didn't want to," your voice rose in your indignation. "You make my skin crawl!"

JD charged at you then and slapped you right across the cheek. Stunned, you fell across the desk and held your throbbing face in your hand.

"You're so in trouble now," he growled, unbuttoning his dress shirt from the collar, then undoing the wrist's buttons.

Not knowing exactly what he had planned, but not wanting to find out, you screamed, "Help me! Somebody HELLLLP!"

You knew that you were heard when the buzzing outside your door stopped. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door.

"Y/N? Cariña, open the door!"

You rose from the desk to make a mad dash for the door, when JD latched onto your hair. "LET ME GO!"

The door was being pummeled then. "Who's in d'ere wit' her?" You heard Finn Balor faintly from behind the door.

Then Damian, "JD. It has to be. The little…"

JD ignored the bustle outside the door and bent you backward over the desk. Immediately, his mouth was on your neck.

"STOP IT!" You cried loudly, and struggled against him. He yanked your head back by your bangs, severely arching your back, and bit into your neck. You screamed in pain and fought him even more.

The pounding at the door intensified as JD licked where he bit.

"NO!" You screamed and managed to claw JD's face. He let out a furious roar of pain as he punched you square in the jaw.

Your head bounced back from the blow just as the door busted open and Damian and the rest of the Judgeement day and some policemen came bustling into the room.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Damian roared at JD, seeing the predicament you were in.

He lunged at JD and tackled him away from you, his face contorted in his rage.

The police stopped Damian before he could get more than a punch in, but a hard punch nonetheless.

You lay against the desk, scrambling to right yourself and fighting tears as the police handcuffed JD and prepared to drag him away from the scene.

Damian went to you, instantly pulling you into his strong embrace as JD was led away. Your legs weren't strong enough to hold you up and buckled. You fell in a dead faint as he caught you up in his arms, cradling you against his muscled chest. He immediately carried you over to the exam table and laid you on it, settling the pillow underneath your head.

"Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." His long fingers traced the already formed bruising at your jaw, rose up to the welt forming on your cheek. He also took note of the bite mark on your neck. "I want to kill him."

"Rhea grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and handed it to Damian. Finn and Dom fumbled around the medical supplies looking for smelling salts. When they finally located them, they handed them over to Damian as well. He snapped them open and waved them frantically under your nose, willing you to awaken.

You jumped awake and before your eyes even opened, your first instinct was to fight. So you did. You swung your arms out and struck out at anything that was around you.

"Hey, easy now," came Damian's soft voice. His large, warm hands caught your wrists and gently held on. "Easy, baby. You're safe."

You sobbed and latched onto him, hooking your arms around his broad shoulders as he pulled you into a close, intimate hug.

"Shh-shh… You're okay. You're okay now."

"I-I was so scared!" You couldn't stop crying to save your life. You felt another hand rubbing your back comfortingly–probably Rhea.

"I know pequeña, I know. But you're safe now. I won't let him hurt you again. I swear it."

Hunter hurried through the door then. "I just heard about what happened…" His attention turned to you in Damian's arms. "Y/N, are you okay?"

You nodded slightly and snuggled closer into Damian's hold. His chin rested atop your head. "I'm okay now."

The police asked you so many questions your head spun but you managed to answer them all. Then you were finally free to leave and go back to your hotel room. Hunter had given you the rest of the night off–and the rest of the week if you needed it.

You went to move off the table, but Damian kept a hand on your arm to guide you. When you threatened to crumple again, he lifted you up and carried you out of the room, and all the way to his rental. Once he had you settled in the passenger's seat he turned back to the rest of the Judgement Day who'd followed him to his car. "Can one of you guys get my things out of the locker room and take them by my room? I'm staying with Y/N tonight."

Dom nodded in reply and said, "Sure, don't worry. I got this. You go take care of your girl."

With that, Damian got into the driver's seat and drove the two of you back to the hotel.

He carried you inside, and followed your directions as to where your room was. Minutes later, he was settling you on your large bed and was climbing in beside you.

"Is this okay, amor? Do you want me here, or do you want me to sleep on the sofa?"

"Here!" You cried, pulling him against you. "Don't leave me."

"I won't. I'll be right here. Just relax and get some sleep."

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever for, cariña?"

"He'd been hitting on me for weeks. I should have told someone–you. I kept putting him off but he kept asking me out. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"It isn't your fault, sweetie. It was all him. He…has issues. But none of this was your fault."

"Thank you. For being here. For saving me. I don't know what would have happened if you'd not shown up when you did."

A tear spilled out of one of your eyes, and Damian wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. "I couldn't let him hurt you." He leaned forward, lightly kissing away your tears. "I could fall in love with you."

His lips trailed down with a feather lightness to your mouth. He captured your lips with his and applied a soft pressure. When you didn't protest, he pulled you even closer and kissed you more deeply, gently slipping his tongue past your lips and tasting your mouth fully. You moaned softly, and encouraged him to continue by curling your fingers into his muscled biceps. Finally, he pulled back, only to find that he couldn't get enough of your taste, and moved in for another kiss. And another. Another.

"I could fall in love with you too," you uttered softly between his kisses that travled down to your neck. He gently kissed the place that JD had bitten so roughly, a show of tenderness.

"He'll never touch you again. Ever."

You smiled softly and snuggled closer against him as sleep overcame you.

THE END

Translations:

"Cariña" ~ "Sweetheart" "Eres tan estúpido!" ~ "You're so stupid!" "Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." ~ "Wake up, sweetheart. You're safe now." "Pequeña" ~ "Little one"

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[fastestmanalive333]

The Time Stream. Warning: Fragile

By fastestmanalive333

Bart was shock; he couldn't believe his eyes. It never occur to him the consequences of his time travel would be this bad. But he had been wrong. Very wrong.

It had all began a few hours ago in Bart's history class. They had been studying the prehistoric eras, and had to do a project on these times. Not a problem, unless you were Bart, whom's attention span lasted for about thirty seconds before something else came into his head.

The day ended. Back home, he quickly changed into his Impulse costume and zoomed out. But a millisecond before he reached the door, Max stopped him. "Where do you think you're going Bart?" he asked in a serious tone.

"Uh, out to save the world?" Bart tried to get away from Max, but his grip was too strong.

"Yeah, right. I saw your homework on the table, and I want you to start it right away."

"Fine, O.K, I'll start it right away,"

Max let go of Bart, and he started to climb the stairs, but then vibrated through a nearby wall and got outside. "Bart, come back here right now," Max shouted, but Bart was travelling at top speed. Max realized he had no idea of where he was going, so gave up trying to get him back.

Bart didn't know where he was going either, so he just ran around Manchester looking to see if anything was happening. Nothing was, so he ran to the Young Justice cave instead. Hardly anyone was there except for Red Tornado and Robin.

"Rob! Red! Hey!" he shouted to them.

"Hello Impulse," said Red Tornado.

"Hey Bart. What's up?" Robin asked him.

"Nothing much. Anything wrong in the world?"

"Well, nothing much for us. The Justice League's on something big, and..."

Robin was interrupted by snoring. "Bart, wake up!" he shouted next to Bart's ear.

"WHOA! Sorry man, but that was sort of boring."

"I only said 12 words!"

"Exactly." Robin sighed, and went over to the cave entrance. "Hey Robin, I gotta ask ya something!" Bart shouted to him.

"What?" Robin called back.

"Will you help me with my homework?" Bart said hopefully.

"Do your own homework," came the response.

Bart sighed. He had to find a way to do his project on time. If only he had been listening or...hey, was that a mushroom growing by the computer?

Bart snapped out of it. He had to concentrate. Think, Bart, think. He got it. All he had to do was go through time back to prehistory, write some things down, and he would get a good grade for sure. It was a great idea. He'd done it before, he knew what to do.

Bart began to run. He started off at a normal speed for him, then faster, then faster, then faster and faster and faster andfasterandfasterandfasterandfasterandfasterandfasterandfasterandslowerandslower andslowerandslower and slower and slower and slower and slower until...Bam!

Bart landed in a pile of dirt on the ground. He brushed it off his costume and looked around. He could hardly see anything that interested him. If this was prehistory, where were the dinosaurs? He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen that he'd got to write down the stuff Robin might have told him if had bothered to help. He scribbled down 'Nothing of interest happened during this time'.

He put the paper away and was a bout to go back to the future (Yes, I know it's bad but give me a break!) when he tripped over a quite large reptile on the floor. "Stupid lizard," he muttered, and kicked it. It landed in a hole full of funny-looking liquid. Bart couldn't be bothered to think about what he'd just done, and speed off back to the present day for us.

Which brings us back to the beginning. Bart had got back and saw an amazing sight. All of the people had been turned into half-human half-reptile mutant thingies. He screamed, but regretted it. All of the mutants heard him, and went after him. Luckily though, it was just like the video game 'Lizards from the Planet Reptilion' (What a corny title), a game he had got the highest score on. He dodged the lizards, and decided to go back in time and stop himself from kicking the lizard (Now it's getting a bit complicated.)

He sped up again and ran back to the past (I'll skip the whole 'fasterandfaster' thing 'cos I can't be bothered to do it again) and was back in the past. He looked around and saw himself. He looked really handsome, he thought. But he then saw the lizard and got back to the matter at hand. He zoomed over and picked up the lizard before it got in his way.

He had done it. He had saved the world from himself. Bart had stopped Bart. Wait. Did this mean he was a hero or a villain? He didn't think about it and ran home. He would have to use a...shudder...book to do his project. Oh well. The End. Thank you for reading.

[srslyscary]

body swap?! pt. 1 // bonten

;; alternative title: swapping bodies with bonten sanzu.. clearly a nightmare.

| Contents: SFW , reader is written as she/her but can be considered gn, mentions of drugs, reader lives with bonten

- uhhh.. idk man get ready for ts.. if there are any grammatical mistakes or words that don't seem to make sense just lmk bc sometimes I don't proofread these and my fingers mess up my writing at times.

This was supposed to be a normal morning.

Supposed to be are the key words.

"No fucking way." The woman, or rather... man... looked into the mirror.

"This has got to be some type of dream." She said, doing a full 360. She was no longer the beautiful woman she expected to wake up to be... no no... she was her fucking druggie boyfriend, Sanzu.

She slapped herself a couple of times, hoping it was a dream. Realizing it wasn't as the pain of being slapped so hard came to her. "Oh god no, please god no."

She ran to her boyfriends bathroom, turning on the sink and running water down her face.

Alright bud I don't think this is gonna change anything.

Realizing she couldn't really change this outcome, she became to sob dramatically. "WHY?!"

She didn't have her nice vagina or perfect boobs, but very muscular pecs and a shlong that felt quite heavy. She felt tired standing to be honest.

"How the fuck do men handle all this weight?!"

She sighed, falling to the floor with her hands covering her face. "I'm my drug addicted boyfriend— am I being punished for my sins or something?!"

Yeah you are.. nah I'm just fucking wit ya.

After a few hours, it was around the time breakfast would be made. She decided to make her way down by the elevator, and hopefully finding her boyfriend, who was in her body.

"Morning." She spoke out. Everyone seemed to jump, not being startled by who it was, probably by the fact that they were hearing Sanzu greet the group, which he never does.

"Good morning to you as well.. Sanzu?" Kakucho tilted his head in confusion, everyone was sat eating breakfast. The only people who hadn't come were Mikey, and Sanzu... well... Sanzu in YN's Body.

The elevator was heard opening once again, and everyone looked to see who it was.

"Good morning Boss." Kokonoi spoke, leaving the girl in Sanzu's body fuming. 'WHERE THE HELL IS THAT IDIOT HARUCHIYO.'

"Hey Sanzu... where's YN? She's usually one of the first people down here." Kakucho seemed to question the girl of where her boyfriend currently was.

"Uh... I- Well—"

The elevator dings once again.

...

"GUYS GUYS GUYS I HAVE BOOBS, HUGE BOOBS! LOOK—" The female stopped speaking, grabbing her... chest..and squeezing them.

...

"Oh-"

It was Sanzu. Of course in YN's Body. The female in Sanzu's body became to fume, it looked like smoke was... coming out of her head...? Yeah Sanzu brace yourself buddy.

"You...YOU GROPED ME?!" YN screamed, grabbing a knife from the kitchen. "WAIT WAIT WAIT- BABE HOLD ON-"

You basically just chased him around and grabbed the nearest thing you saw (which unfortunately was a knife) and were about to kill him with it.

“What… is happening.” The boss spoke looking unamused as he watched his #1 chasing his gf with a knife.. while everyone else just looked flabbergasted as they didnt even have a clue what was going on.

safe to say this was a rough experience and you’re currently trying to explain to them all what the situation is.

[spitefulsatanfics]

Title: Whiskey & Sweet Lullabies

Setting: Supernatural Season 4, Episode 7 – "It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester"

Character List:

Dean Winchester

Y/N (Reader)

Word Count: ~1,000 words

Y/N’s POV

The night air was crisp as you walked through the small town with Dean and Sam. The Winchesters had just finished a hunt, and while Sam had wanted to grab a few things to continue research, Dean had other plans.

"Come on, Y/N," he slurred, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as he pulled you along the street. "I’m telling ya, it’s Halloween. It’s gotta be a sign."

You couldn't help but laugh. Dean was a little more than tipsy, thanks to the too many beers he'd had at the local dive bar, but his smile was wide and carefree, the usual tension of life on the road momentarily forgotten.

"Dean, we can’t just go to a Halloween party. We have a case to deal with." You glanced over at Sam, who was trailing behind you with his usual scowl, but you could see a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"You are such a buzzkill, Sam," Dean retorted, tossing a glance over his shoulder. "It's just one night! Let us live a little."

"I’m not stopping you. I’m just not going." Sam shrugged, pulling his jacket tighter around him as the wind picked up.

You chuckled at Dean’s antics as he tried to keep his balance, his steps a bit too wobbly for comfort.

"I’m sure Y/N’s down for some fun, right?" Dean grinned down at you, clearly not as drunk as you had first thought. You were starting to realize this was just his “I’m pretending to be drunk, but really I’m fine” kind of thing.

"Well, I don’t know… I’ve never been to a Halloween party with a Winchester before." You raised an eyebrow at him, your lips curling into a teasing smile.

"Yeah, it’s gonna be epic," Dean said, his voice a little too confident for someone who could barely keep his eyes focused. "Just wait till we get there. It'll be... it'll be legendary."

You laughed, your heart swelling at how silly and carefree he looked tonight. Dean was usually all tough and brooding, but tonight, he was just a guy trying to have fun.

"Alright, alright," you sighed, trying to hide the grin forming on your face. "But if you embarrass me, I’m leaving you with Sam."

Dean feigned hurt, his hand clutching his chest. "You wound me, Y/N. Wound me."

Sam rolled his eyes, but you could see the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "Don't worry. I'm sure Dean will find some way to make this a memorable night."

Dean nodded vigorously, as if that was his main goal in life. "You bet I will!"

The party was in full swing when you, Dean, and Sam arrived at the house. People were dressed in everything from ghosts to superheroes, and the music was blasting loud enough that the ground vibrated. Dean had an arm around your shoulders again, clearly happy to be away from hunting for a few hours.

"See?" Dean leaned down, whispering in your ear with a grin. "This is what Halloween's about, right here. Good booze, good people, and—"

"Good costumes?" You finished, looking over at a group of people wearing hilariously bad pumpkin suits.

Dean smirked. "Yeah, sure. That too."

You grabbed a drink from the counter and turned to Dean. "So, tell me—what’s your ideal Halloween night, huh? What’s your idea of fun?"

Dean blinked at you, a little taken aback by the question. His expression softened, and his lips twitched into a small, genuine smile.

"I don’t know," he shrugged, looking out at the partygoers. "Maybe just this. A night where I don’t have to think about demons or angels or... well, everything." He glanced down at you, his expression shifting to something warmer. "Just... you know, a normal night."

You smiled at him, the sentiment catching you off guard. "I think that sounds perfect," you said softly.

Dean’s gaze lingered on you for a moment before his grin returned. "So... about that dancing?"

"Dancing?" You echoed, raising an eyebrow as you looked at him.

He grabbed your hand without warning, pulling you toward the dance floor. "Yep. Dancing. C’mon, Y/N, loosen up! You’ve been staring at me long enough to know my moves."

You laughed, trying to pull back, but Dean’s grip on your hand was firm. "You’re nuts, you know that?"

Dean’s playful smirk didn’t falter. "You have no idea."

The two of you found an empty space in the middle of the dance floor, and Dean, with a little too much confidence, began to sway in an exaggerated manner. You couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he looked, but somehow, the goofy moves just made him that much more endearing.

"Is this what you call dancing?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you crossed your arms, watching him twirl himself around.

"Of course. The Dean Winchester special!" He winked, his arms thrown out dramatically as he spun in a circle, nearly colliding with a guy dressed as Frankenstein.

You shook your head, your laughter bubbling up at how carefree and silly he was acting. It was hard to imagine that just hours ago, he had been on a hunt, surrounded by danger. Tonight, he was just a guy at a Halloween party with his friends—making memories, even if they were a little ridiculous.

You finally relented, stepping forward and letting yourself get caught up in the silliness. The two of you danced together, laughing and spinning in a weird, but strangely sweet, rhythm.

Dean leaned in close, his voice low and a little raspy. "You know, I’ve always thought you’d be a pretty good dancer."

"Is that so?" You asked, looking up at him with a smirk.

"Yeah." Dean’s eyes softened, his expression momentarily serious as he stared down at you. "I mean it."

Before you could respond, the moment was broken by a loud whoop from the partygoers. Dean immediately started up with more exaggerated dancing, trying to impress you with his ridiculous moves.

You could hardly stop laughing at him, but the truth was—this moment, right here, with Dean acting completely unguarded, was better than any hunt you’d ever been on.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, whiskey, and ridiculous dance moves, but when it was time to leave, Dean was surprisingly sweet and gentle, his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked back to the Impala.

"Thanks for this," you said quietly as you slid into the car beside him.

Dean grinned, his eyes half-lidded from a mixture of exhaustion and alcohol. "Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime."

As he started the engine, you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body against you. No matter what monsters lay ahead, tonight, you’d made a memory that would last.

Word Count: ~1,000 words

[neutrallyobsessed]

pls pls pls tell us more about the concept of ur tophrr and joan when theyre grown i read the long post about whos more manipulative and there isn't much about that part of it <_<

u mrntioned them in the future and i was just wondeirng how that would go about? like what kind of jobs? is there any secret double life or hide hustle? how does that play into them at home?

Hey, if im able to work out the joanpher daughter's title card of sorts, then I'll be able to post the grown up Joan and Topher art that goes with it, and I'm like super close to it!! Anyways, I hope you liked my long post of sweet toxic joanpher and hope you enjoy this other long post of:

The Entire Joanpher Timeline (as most complete to this day xd)

Let's start with establishing that in this timeline, Joan and Topher will more likely to drop out of school and never look back. Things I gotta work on are how to deal with Candide's wishes of World Domination, there will be a moment where Joan and Candide meet to discuss this but for the time being I have no solutions xd, so moving on...

When I say "season 3 doesn't happen here" I mean it in the without Topher and specially Joan, the events that happen in season 3 would be very different and maybe not even happen at all, cause yeah, Clone High and its students will continue on with their lives so technically season 3 "does" happen but it couldn't be the season 3 we know. And now, the meat of the post:

Underground artists going by stage names like Joan of Arc and Christopher Columbus go around the country doing plays, films and youtube videos of strange caliber. He is the face and she is the brains. But their most profitable venture is definitely when they occasionally direct music videos for some artists. And let me tell ya, the inmense quality of their work had people buzzing since the release of their second video. Being nomads and hard to find also makes them to be in high demand but they are quite the snobbish elitists and will pick both the artist and song, so have that in mind ;P. These are their best works to ever be made because music videos combine Joan's love of visually confusing storytelling and Topher's love of musical theatre.

Now, they are both a bit older, more mature and financially stable enough to put their world travel dreams in action! Tbh they did travel to Canada and Mexico before but they're really going places now, as many as possible! And in one of those trips, in one silly country of the very down south, they'd get to watch this quirky travel tv show of two surfer brothers travelling the world, doing exotic things and funny skits in between and they thought we could do that........

And that's exactly what they did.

With a clear vision in mind, episodes and plots to write, vigorously searching for the most interesting things a country can give, enjoying each adventure to the max, this lovely couple has enough of a pitch to show investors at a tv station. But from where? Italy? Poland? Estonia? I haven't decided that yet but the show is a medium hit, maybe it gets brought to a couple of nearby countries, they might be recognized very occassionally, it's all pretty cool and chill~~.

10 years later after their class was meant to graduate, Joan is one to know first of a Clone High High School reunion. Topher isn't too thrilled about this and doesn't want her to go either but she tells him that she wants to do something and, ableit somewhat recluntantly, agrees to at least takes her there.

I have the idea for this fic bouncing on my mind like a dvd logo and recently, if I think for long and hard enough of it, one day suddenly I am able to write almost the entire thing in one sitting so I'm hoping for this to happen, I kinda also wanna make it a comic but we'll see, we'll see…

Basically Joan and Abe catch up and he attempts to ask her out in a way, but she drops all nuclear bombs at once, that she's with Topher, married to him in fact, expecting a child and that she has never been this happy since dating him and it's all Abe's fault for being so oblivious but at least she found someone who cares for her, really destroying his heart real nice (but don't lose hope just yet). Topher could either not be there, just leaving Joan at the reunion and then picking her up or he could catch up with the bleacher creatures, it depends of what happens in the others timeline, will elaborate in a different post. In any case, I do want to add a scene where Joan looks at Abe and Topher and her gaze is the same because she's in love with both of them~~.

4 years later is when Abe realizes that Joan is pregnant y si hay que ser pelotudo pero esa es su gracia xdd.

So yeah, Marion Adèle Columbus of Arc is finally born! In the picturesque country of Czechia for no particular reason (of why Czchia) other than Joan and Topher thinking it could be best for her to have a relatively normal childhood in a stable place of residence. And she does, growing nice and healthy, doing girl things like playing with her (few) friends, watching tv, being online, going to school, hating physical activities and occassionally helping in her parents productions, even participating in a few of them!

It is all chill until she discovers her parents travelling show and she's like I WANNA GO I WANNA GO!!!!!!! and they're like ok but you gotta graduated school and when she turns 13 (ideally, cause idk how czech education is divided) all 3 of them do an extra season with Marion included.

It is around here when they travel to the US where there's this little casting place and Marion decides to try out without much push back from mom and dad. Little do they know that she was going to get a role for a long awaited sequel of a movie held in high regard by a branch studio of the biggest conglomerates of the entertaining industry.

And with "they" I mean that, I feel Marion totally knew what she was doing and was hoping that her parents either didn't realize till it was to late or didn't mind at all. Joan minded it a lot however...

No daughter of mine will work for mainstream blockbuster productions!!! she was like, and there are perverts in every corner she appealed to Topher's overprotectiveness, knowing full well that her own personal beef with normie media couldn't be enough to sway him. If that's what worries you then just stick cameras onto me and I'll have any degenerate in jail before they can say "wow you're so mature for your age!" Marion said with everything thought out beforehand. (Fuck, she really is my daughter) Topher thought proud of his little girl with dreams of acting and blackmailing. But of course he couldn't say that last part aloud. No daughter of mine will put herself in danger like that. Not until you're of age and have good self-defense training. At the end of the day, Topher wants to support their daughter no matter what and Joan also wants to but not like this, not like this!!!

Of course she ends up relenting later and after seeing the massive profits and giving work to those who were laid off at the end of the production, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all~~

But didn't Inside Out 2 come out the same year as Clone High season 3? TIME ISN'T REAL!!!! Don't worry about it!! Not a big deal!!

And so, Marion comes back to her home town and enters secondary school as a celebrity! And there's a lot of shenanigans about it that cool down as years pass and she doesn't make any other fuss with that side of hers.

Jumping much further into the future and considering the genetics in place, I don't really think Topher could outlive his clone-father, mayyyybe for two or three years and it could be a miracle of modern science if he reaches his 60s. In any case, he's fine with that. Even if dying a bit after the half-century is considered "dying young" by current standards, he'd do so happy knowing that during all these years he was able to live an amazing and fulfulling life, where he was able to make a name for himself beyond the legacy of his lineage (not as much as he wanted buuuut he may inspire someone else in the future)(and he did play an astronaut once so that's good and realistic enough) along a gorgeous, smart and caring woman and a beautiful, talented and wonderful daughter. The good years outnumber the bad years and there's really not a lot to regret at the end. Topher lived the good life that I think deserves is what I'm saying.

And after a life well lived, Joan returns to the US as a 60~ year old lady who did it pretty much all, except to live that life with the childhood best friend she always wanted to. But there might be hope in the end...

There's this close-to-S3-canon timeline where MaryAbe became canon and Abe is a ghost. She's too old to complain and you know, Mary can bring Topher's ghost back~ And now they all live togheter in a polycule of sorts cause the JoanAbe is actually cheating, but Mary and Topher let them and they also ghost-fuck too so they even ;3.

Meanwhile in the S3-never-happened timeline is a lot less... supernatural lol. Abe and Frida have gotten togheter but he widowed around their fifties. He wasn't much to date after that but didn't want to close off the chances either (to say, he didn't want to die alone). That's when Joan comes back into his life, a path clear ahead where they could live another 36-40 years togheter doing all those things they were meant to do so long ago~~♡

[dragonydreams]

No Crisis, Only Calm (Redux) - Buck & May

Title: No Crisis, Only Calm (Redux) Fandom: 9-1-1 Rating: General Audience Pairings/Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley & May Grant Tags: mentions Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Coming Out, TV show recs, pseudo sibling bonding Summary: May shares with Buck the magic of Heartstopper after Buck tells her about his date with Tommy. Timeline: post 7x05 Word Count: 1,633 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Reamworks, Brad Falchuk Teley-Vision, Ryan Murphy Television, and 20th Century Fox Television. Betas: Thank you to @medieshanachie for looking this over for me. Author's Note: This idea popped into my head after seeing an article about Heartstopper S3.

Author's Note 2: I wasn't satisfied with the first version of this story so I reformatted it and expanded it. I'm much happier with this now and hope you enjoy it too.

Read on AO3

Are you on shift?

The text popped up on Buck's phone and he couldn't help smiling at it. He didn't hear from May as much since she'd started college, but she has been checking in more since the lightning.

Not today, Buck responded. What's up?

His phone lit up with May's face as he was alerted that he had an incoming video call. He immediately accepted. 

"Why were you being weird Saturday night?" May asked before he could even say hello.

Buck did a wonderful impression of a fish as he stared wide-eyed at May. He nervously licked his lips before he asked, "What do you know about Saturday night?"

"Eddie texted me to ask if I knew why you were acting weird."

"Why would he ask you that?"

"That's what I said!" May exclaimed. 

"And it took you a week to follow up with me?"

May rolled her eyes. "I had classes.  And study groups. And homework. So much homework."

"Well, Eddie and I have talked since then and he now knows why I was acting weird," Buck said, hoping to end this conversation. It wasn't that he didn't want May to know about Tommy. He actually kinda wanted to shout from the roof to tell everyone about him.

"...and?" she prompted. 

Buck took a moment to decide if he wanted to tell her. He hadn't told Bobby yet, but he could trust May not to gossip. If he asked her not to, at least.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before answering. "When I saw Eddie, I was on a date. With a man. But I was caught off guard and reacted badly."

"Since when do you date men?" May asked. 

"Since Saturday," Buck said, wincing slightly.

"OMG, was he your bi-awakening?" May squealed, excitedly.

"I suppose you could call it that," Buck admitted. "He kissed me the Thursday before our date and it felt like the whole world came into focus." He could feel himself grinning like an idiot as he remembered the kiss.

"How far down the research hole did you fall after?" 

"Not very, if you can believe it."

"I'm having trouble believing that," May teased.

"I know, it's very not me. Then again, so is being into men." He paused to think about what he'd just said. "Although, I guess that is me, now."

While he'd been speaking, May was obviously looking something up on her phone. 

"In that case, go watch this," a text with a link popped up for a trailer, "and then call me back."

Buck clicked on the link after May hung up on him and watched the clip about two teenage boys in England falling for each other - one was gay and the other was bi. Apparently it was based on a graphic novel. 

As soon as Buck finished watching he called May back. "How did I not know about this?"

"Because you weren't seeking out queer YA shows?" May suggested. "But you should watch. The episodes are only like half an hour each."

"I guess I know how I'm spending the rest of my day."

Buck watched May look away briefly and bit her lip before meeting his eyes again. "Want some company while you watch?"

Buck blinked back the sudden moisture in his eyes. 

"Yeah, I think I'd like that."

"I can be there in an hour. With ice cream," she said.

"I'll be here."

"I'll see you soon," May said before ending the call.

Buck stared at the phone for a minute, moved by May's offer to share this show, which she obviously enjoyed, with him.

~~*~~

Buck was sitting at the kitchen table when there was a knock on the door 58 minutes after he'd hung up with May. Now that May was going to introduce him to this show about a bi-awakening, as she'd called it, he was curious about what else was out there. 

He'd found the expected "Could I be gay?" quizzes, but he already knew the answer to that question. He still loved women, but he was also definitely attracted to men. Which made him bisexual, or pan, but he thought bisexual was the right word for him.

He went to open the door and May was grinning at him as she held up the bag with ice cream in it. 

"You know, I don't think I've ever actually been here before," May said as Buck held the door open for her. "This is nice."

Buck blinked as he closed the door and realized that she was right. "Well then, it's about time. It's a loft so the tour will be quick. This is the kitchen, bathroom is over there," he pointed to a closed door next to the stairs, "bedroom is in the loft, and living room is this way." He led her through to the room in question.

May took the ice cream out of the bag and noticed that Buck had already set out a couple of spoons and glasses of water. The show was pulled up on the TV, just waiting for them.

As she made herself at home on the couch with one of the pints of ice cream, May said, "So, tell me more about this guy that turned your world upside down."

Buck felt his cheeks heating up as he settled next to her with the other pint. "Well, Tommy's a firefighter with Harbor. A pilot. He's actually the one that flew us to rescue your mom and Bobby."

"Hold up," May said, sitting up from her slouch and holding out her hand. "You don't mean Tommy Kinard?" 

"Uh, yeah," Buck confirmed. 

"Damn, Buckley. He's fine," May said. "I mean, he's old enough to be my dad, but damn."

Buck felt his face flush again as he couldn't help but agree. "Yeah, he is." 

"So how did you go from him helping to rescue Mom and Bobby to him kissing you?" May asked as she settled back.

"Well, uh, I guess both Eddie and I wanted to get to know Tommy better after he helped with the rescue. Those two started spending a lot of time together and I guess I got kinda jealous. Like Eddie was replacing me? But also because he was spending all this time with Tommy. Things got a little out of hand at this pickup basketball game and I got Eddie hurt. Later that night Tommy came over to tell me that he wasn't trying to come between me and Eddie and I told him that I just really wanted to get to know him better. That trying to get his attention was exhausting and then he kissed me." 

Buck took a big bit of ice cream after he finished word vomiting all over May. 

"Wow," she said. "That was a lot."

"Oh, and after making sure I was okay with the kiss he asked me out for Saturday."

"And you didn't spiral after that kiss?" May asked. "That seems like something that would cause you to spiral."

"Yeah, I was kinda surprised about that myself," Buck admitted. "But it was more like a puzzle piece finally turning the right way to fit in a hole in a larger puzzle. Everything just felt right. Settled in a way that I've never been in my life before." 

"That sounds wonderful," May said, in awe.

"It is. Of course then Eddie and Marisol showed up at the restaurant Tommy took us to on Saturday and I was so surprised that I went all dudebro and told Eddie we were just two guys hanging out and were gonna go pick up some hot chicks later."

"You. Did. Not."

"Oh, I did. Tommy was not amused and instead of going to a movie after dinner he got an Uber home by himself. Just left me in front of the restaurant."

"Can't say I really blame him," May said. 

"Neither could I. But I told Eddie and he convinced me to call Tommy. Luckily he agreed to meet me for coffee and I invited him to be my date at Maddie's wedding."

May's eyes widened. "You're bringing him as your date to your sister's wedding? Way to come out to everyone at once."

Buck shrugged. "This is who I am. It shouldn't matter if I want to bring a man as my date instead of a woman. I'm happy and that's all that should matter. If anyone has a problem with that, that's on them, not me."

"I am loving this attitude," May said. "And you're right. It doesn't matter."

"Just, uh, I haven't told Bobby yet, so for now can you not say anything? I'd rather he find out with everyone else."

"Of course. So just me and Eddie know?"

"Maddie knows, too. It was kind of an accident, but she does know. I let the pronoun slip when I was talking about my interrupted date to her."

"How'd she take the news?"

"You know Maddie, she was totally supportive. Surprised, but supportive. Eddie, too."

"And now me," May said. "Thank you for sharing this with me."

"Thank you for sharing this," he gestured to the television, "with me."

"Is that your way of telling me you're talked out?" May teased.

"Yes, but I also want to see this show," Buck said.

"Then let's watch. It's been a while since I did a re-watch," May said. 

"How many times have you seen it?" Buck asked.

"A couple," May answered. "It's a really sweet story. Lots of good queer representation."

"Is this your way of trying to tell me something?" Buck tentatively asked.

"No, I just like watching all kinds of love stories, not just heterosexual ones," May said. "But thank you for asking."

"Anytime," Buck said. 

He grabbed the remote and hit play.

Link to trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrK4xPy4ahg

[kitwilsonsass]

i need to wax poetically abut something for a long winded moment okay bare with me here.

i think the beauty of the ND and Cena heel turns both is that it was SUCH a turn. like it was not a gradual slope. (i mean, you could argue xavier going first was gradual, but like, compared to the ACTUAL moment?)

but it also wasn't.... ENTIRELY out of left field?

it was shocking in the sense that these people had been the ULTIMATE babyfaces for SO LONG that people forgot they were ever heels in their initial runs to begin with. and the people who did remember were like oh, yeah, that'll never happen again. the merch sales! by god! they couldn't!

and on the surface both of them, it just.... immediately, seems *so* out of character, right? it's such a jarring turn in both cases. but when you think about it, like, it's NOT? tho? both situations made perfect sense. and that's what's kind of wild?

the team stuck constantly getting asked when their injured friend was coming back to do podcasts again feeling fed up and betrayed and bogged down *makes sense*. does it SUCK? absolutely. it sucks. that's shitty of them, but it's so real at the same time. you have shitty thoughts about people you love sometimes. sometimes people *are* burdens. you suck it up and realize that's awful, but they sucked it up for so long and their careers were in a tailspin. their last tag titles were on the developmental show that doesn't even get included in discussions about their reigns. when they had been the top of the division for YEARS. the better part of a decade!

and the guy who for years has been trying to leave an industry behind that at best was polarized towards him for most of his career - for hollywood, the thing he used to say he would never do. for him to "sell his soul" to the guy who did exactly that like 20 years prior, that he never wanted to become, that he *hated* for that. there's an acknowledgement there. he did become that guy. he actually really truly did become that guy. and he's not the full time guy working the media tours anymore showing face to make the company look good. it's just him against the world, and he wants to go out on top of it, any means necessary. why SHOULD he do it for the people who told him he couldn't for 90% of his career instead of himself?

it's not that it's a road they could *never* take. it's just the road you never thought they would. because they were built on such a foundation of black and white morality that didn't seem conceivable.

I JUST THINK IT'S NEAT I GUESS IDK

I GOT A LOT OF GRIPES WITH THE COMPANY RIGHT NOW BUT WHAT ELSE IS NEW YA KNOW. BUT I DO THINK THESE THREE BEING HEEL AT THE SAME TIME IS REALLY SOMETHIN'.

[themonotonysyndrome]

Your thoughts on the newest audio from Desmond ?

sndfjksndf I was just thinking of posting my thoughts on Prince Renae today; you have great timing, Anon! I was lowkey worried that I might spoil those who haven't listened to it yet.

What I ❤️❤️❤️ about it:

-Tigress's new origin story is hella interesting! I actually like that she's not a captain in this one because a captain would be too busy to try and infiltrate the Imperial royal circle. Tigress is playing the long game and I'm here for it!

-Little Prince Renae was the one who gave Tigress her nickname! Awww! Even after all these years, he still remembers her.

-The SFX!? SNDJSKDNAS I can clearly visual in my head during that scene where Prince Renae and Tigress were dancing. The footwork, the background music, and the soft conversation around them? IMMACULATE.

-Tigress is still a badass and a badass that Desmond clearly 'shows' instead of having the characters just say, "Oh wow, Tigress. You're really strong." Once again, to all the creatives out there, the golden rule is: Show, not tell!

-Prince Renae's admiration for those 'Southern Warriors' and how he only admits it in a drunken haze because it might come across as treasonous is adorable. I imagine that he has heard of Castin by now, and I would love to write a fic where the Baroness and Castin are attending an Imperial Royal Ball, and the Prince is trying really, really hard not to fanboy while Castin is so confused at this Tsundere 😂

-Also, I love how everyone in the tavern couldn't care less that Tigress killed the owner sdnfjdkfsdf though, Tigress, that was very stupid of you. YOU'RE TRYING TO STAY LOW PROFILE! NOW WE HAVE WITNESSES!

-The dramas and intrigues came in swinging like a wrecking ball! Who framed Tigress' dad!? I'm so sus about the Captain, don't trust him Tigress! I don't know if Tigress can continue pretending to be a merchant girl for long because the Empress and Prince Renae are upset about her face and the ending, too!? Tigress is fully back in Imperial high society and mingling with royalty - there's so much potential here for where the story can go, AND I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT! Oh, the fallout is gonna be so angsty!

-Last, I hope Desmond will release the official names and their spellings somewhere soon.

What I 🤨🤨🤨 about it:

-Once more, Desmond, why? Why with the clickbait thumbnail and title? Tigress only took a bath in her new room in the Imperial Palace, and Prince Renae walked in. There was no brothel bathhouse or whatever 😭 I was disappointed in that.

-Speaking of which, the title - now, we know that Tigress and Prince Renae were childhood friends, and at the very least, he has a crush on her and now MAYBE believes himself to be in love with an idea of Tigress instead of ya know, her actual self. But calling them exes is not really... right?

-The name change from Prince Desmond to Prince Renae. I remember in the old lore that Prince Desmond was given that name to honour Gang Leader!Desmond, the first King of the Coastal Empire. I don't know if I remember that wrong, please correct me if I'm wrong, but yeah, I always did like that bit of lore. But hey, I can fuck with Prince Renae eventually.

And... yeah! That's pretty much it!