#ain't no problem with that yo

[variousqueerthings]

started just telling job'n'benefits related stuff that i'm disabled. used to tiptoe around it and talk about how certain work-spaces "might" be a bit much, because I get too tired and overwhelmed (because they kept saying I should go work in hotels, hotels!!!!), and they'd give me some of this odd modern "oh we just need a good change of attitude, believe in yourself" nonsense that's really just repackaged "stop being a lazy cashdrain" rhetoric.

so now I tell them straight: if I work for 4 hours on one day in a stressful environment, then I will need the whole of that day to prepare for it and the whole of next day to recover because I will be too exhausted, so I will have lost out on two days for four hours of work and then I make them agree with me that that isn't sustainable for a good deal of employment (the simplest version ofc, I know it varies depending on how supportive the environment is, how many breaks I can take, how interesting the work is etc. but they don't need all of that. they don't get it, so I don't tell them).

it's not going to change anything in their systems, because they're all only tuned in to two kinds of work (high physical continuous effort or calling a million people on the phone per day to get yelled at by), but it's at least a little victory watching the job people do a double-take on that piece of information. yeah I'm not just tired like everyone else. I am measurably too tired to do the work you're trying to push on me. now what? nothing? cool, good talk. until in two weeks when we will have the exact same talk.

[redrosecarnage]

god i hate immature men the most... why is my dad exactly like that lol acting as if hes still sixteen and isnt a 50 yo grown man with a family

[motherlvr]

just friends?

she fell first, he fell harder

wc: 2.2k

pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x f! reader

Summary: In the early years of your adolescence, you made the grave mistake of asking Miles to ‘practice kissing’ for future suitors. That mistake would come back to bite you every following day.

Warnings: cursing, childhood friends to lovers, friends that kiss, jealousy, started off the fic with a bang cuz i dont believe in small talk, possessiveness

A/N: what happened to hello? what happened to how are you?

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Your current predicament was straddling Miles' lap as you both kissed like this would be the last time you ever did. His hands grabbed onto your thighs that encased his legs. Pulling away for a second, you watched as a small string of saliva binds both of your lips.

Looking down at him, you asked out of breath, "We're still just friends, right?" The question caught him off guard. But he responds with a teasing smirk, "Yeah, yeah ma. Just friends." You nervously bit your bottom lip, nodding at his response. Wrapping your hands onto his braids, you smashed your lips against his yet again to ignore your conflicted thoughts.

It's times like this when your past mistake comes back to haunt you. And he made sure you never lived it down. The mistake in question was made on the playground with Miles when you were both ten. Being the young and innocent child you were, you proposed to 'practice kissing' for potential lovers in the future. As all kids do. He accepted and it all sprouted from there. You were each other's first kiss.

That first kiss was only one of many to come. You both had urges, after all. Since your younger days, it turned into something a bit more than just practice. But you never gave it a second thought. Until of late. What used to be a silly playground crush on Miles only grew stronger as the years passed by.

In all honesty, you had no clue where you stood with Miles. What were you, friends that kiss periodically? That was how it was, you suppose. But what you did know was that you'd stay by his side no matter the circumstance. Even if it meant that your friendship would never develop into more. Although occasionally you wished you never initiated to 'practice kissing' with him in your naive and prepubescent years. That would solve your problem at its roots and prevent the rapidly growing feelings you had for him. It was no doubt a mistake in your mind.

Separating your lips for a second time, you pulled away again. He stared at you in confusion. You looked frantic, "Shit, what time is it?" Glancing at the time on your phone, you cursed. It was 3:30 pm. "Fuck, I have a date at four o'clock. I gotta go, Miles." You jumped off of Miles' lap on his bed and swiftly started packing up your things.

Miles felt jealousy start to boil within his stomach as his lap felt empty. He was right here, why would you need to go on a date with some other guy? Furrowing his brows, he irritably questioned, "Fuck you mean you gotta date? With who?" He tried to conceal his annoyance but failed miserably.

"Some guy from my physics class asked me out, sorry but I gotta go." Grabbing your bag, you pecked his cheek lightly as a goodbye. Glancing in his mirror one last time, you tamed any stray strands of hair.

Your response only fueled his jealousy, "Do you even know his name?" He started interrogating you.

"Of course I do, it's..." You paused for a second to think, and your conclusion was unclear. Your mind was foggy. "I think it's Javi? Or maybe Jake? Jacob? Shit, I think you kissed the thoughts right out of my brain." You rambled. Your words made him crack a slight smirk, and he said, "Nah, you ain't going on that date ma." pulling you back into his hold by your hips.

"I can't just stand him up, Miles." You told him, starting to regret agreeing on going on the date. "I could take you on a better date than he can, mami." He suggested.

He was full of surprises this afternoon. Usually, he didn't display such possessiveness. You didn't even like the supposed guy you were going on a date with. You just thought he could help you get your mind off of Miles for a few minutes.

Raising an eyebrow, you asked, "Is that an offer?" "It's a promise." He responded without an ounce of hesitation. The way he was staring at you almost made you take him up on it. "Tempting, but I'll have to take a rain check. See you tomorrow. Alright, Miles?" You waved goodbye and walked out his door.

"'Ight, ma. See you." He gave up. As he watched you walk out the door of his room, he groaned in frustration.

The unfortunate recipient of his frustrations was a punching bag in his Uncle Aaron's apartment. Striking the bag with all the force he could muster, the punching bag rumbled on the chain it was strung upon. His knuckles were slowly getting bloodier with each hit, but he couldn't feel it. He could only feel you. It was the only thing he wanted to feel, anyway.

His Uncle inevitably noticed his behavior. Cleaning off one last knife, he set it down and walked towards his nephew. He held the punching bag steady and questioned him, "What's up with you, man?"

Continuing to throw punches at the unsuspecting punching bag, he responded sharply. "It's nothin'. Just my girl going on a date with some other guy." His nostrils flared slightly.

With those two sentences, his Uncle understood his sour mood. "That doesn't sound like nothing. And you just let her? I don't think you're my nephew, man." Shrugging, Miles took a quick water break. Taking a long swig of water, he replied, "You know her, she's stubborn." He had introduced you to his Uncle a while back. His whole family knew you, in fact. Every time he went back home, his mother asked about you. How you are, and when he’s going to tell you how he feels. It seemed everyone knew. Except you.

"Hey. If you want this girl, you gotta show her before someone else does." His Uncle wisely told him. Miles stopped hitting the punching bag and started wrapping his bloodied knuckles in bandages.

Those words stuck with Miles for the rest of the night as he made his way back to his dorm.

Laying on the bed of his dorm, Miles stayed up thinking about what his Uncle told him. His dorm felt empty without you there, he realized.

The next afternoon in his dorm again, you laid on your stomach on his bed, kicking your feet in the air. You frequented his dorm so often that you were more of a roommate to him than his actual one. Glancing at Miles, you noticed the bandages on his knuckles. “Ay, Miles. What happened?” You asked him, taking his hand into yours to inspect it. He disregarded it, "Don’t worry 'bout it.” He continued, addressing the elephant in the room. “How was your date with Javi, Jake, or Jacob?"

You casually respond, "Actually, his name was Jason. And it was fine, I suppose. Although I called him by the wrong name a few times until he corrected me." You mumbled the last part, embarrassed. Not to mention, you almost called him by Miles' name. Not just once but multiple times.

"Just fine, huh?" He replied, intrigued. And slightly satisfied that you didn't have too good of a time.

"Yeah. I mean, he tried kissing me by the end. But his breath reeked of garlic, so I looked the other way and pretended I didn't notice." You said with a grimace, pretending to get flashbacks. In reality, Miles ruined kissing for you. You couldn't stop seeing Miles' face as your date was leaning into you. He wasn't him.

Stifling a laugh, he grinned at you. "So, that mean you wanna take me up on my offer?" You whipped your head to him in surprise as you said, "You were serious about that? I mean, I'm down." Friends go on dates, don't they? You thought to yourself.

Nodding his head, he said, "I made a promise, ma." He started to stand up, gently grabbing your hand to pull you up with him. Locking your hand onto his arm, he led you out of campus.

Miles brought you to an endearing cafe only a few blocks away from the campus. A diamond in the rough, you thought. As you both sat down across from each other, you felt your nerves spiking.

Truth be told, he still made you nervous at times. Although you've undoubtedly been friends with him for longer than either of you could remember. The both of you ordered food and you started to speak, "So, you take all your girls here, Miles?" Putting on a calm facade, you teased him. You were glad he couldn't see your leg bouncing with anxiousness underneath the table.

He let out a slight puff at you, "What girls? Solo eres tú, mami. You know that." Your heart fluttered slightly at his words. Widening your eyes, you murmured, "I didn't know that, actually." You cleared your throat and enunciated, "How'd you find out about this place then?" Your voice piqued with interest. You didn't believe he would frequent this cute cafe in his spare time. It wasn't exactly his scene, so to say.

"This is where my dad took my ma on their first date." He said with an unusually soft tone, staring into your eyes for your reaction. You would never guess it, but he saw a future with you. Ever since that day on the playground, he knew it was real. His affection for you never dimmed since then.

As you both locked eyes, you realized then that he took you to a place that was sentimental to him and his family. This cafe was where his parent’s story first started. All of a sudden, this date felt a bit more serious than he had originally let on.

Under his stare, you felt your face go warm, "That's beautiful, Miles." After a few moments, you continued, "I suddenly feel like I'm intruding, though." His response came quick, "Never, mami. What makes you say that?" You confessed the thoughts that swarmed your brain right when you walked into the cafe, "I mean, this place feels a bit intimate for people that are 'just friends'" You said with air quotations.

"I think we're past that stage. Don't you, princesa?" You nodded at him. He was right, you thought. After all, friends don't usually have an oral fixation for their friend's mouth.

Your orders came at the same time. You both comfortably conversed. It was a nice change of pace after your date from yesterday. After you both ate your orders and paid, Miles and you walked down the street with his fingers settling on your waist. You spoke up, "Thanks for bringing me here today, Miles. I had a good time with you." You wanted nothing more than to reach up and kiss him til he couldn't breathe, but resisted.

"Anytime. If it meant you'd stop going on dates with other guys." He said casually, but his grip firmed on your waist. Your head turned to him at his words. After your date with Miles, you were sure he ruined dates for you as well. Just like he ruined your ability to kiss anyone else. "Yeah, I'm not even sure I'll want to go on a date with anyone else after this." You said under your breath. He silently grinned.

As you both made your way back to Miles' dorm, the urge to brush your lips against his only became stronger. You could tell he felt it, too. You noticed how he walked a bit faster to go back to his dorm.

Once the door to his room opened, you gave in to your desires and pulled him in by his hoodie to connect your lips. He backed you against his door as his hands traveled all over your body like it was a new territory he was unfamiliar with. He couldn't get enough of you. Groaning into your mouth, he deepened the kiss impossibly more. You both parted for a moment to get a quick breath of air.

Staring into his eyes, you told him before you lost the courage, "I don't want to be just friends. Friends that kiss sometimes when they feel like it." He looked at you like you just told him he won the lottery. In his eyes, this scenario was better than winning the lottery. He grinned as he kissed you again. Full of heat, his kiss spoke louder than words. "Then why don't we be lovers that kiss?” He pulled away to whisper against your lips. “Yeah, I think I like that idea.” You smiled against his lips.

That kiss from yesterday would be the last kiss you shared. As friends, that is. And this would be your first kiss as lovers. From the very first chapter of your life, he was there. And to the present-day chapter of your life, he's still here with you. In the end, It'll always be him and you.

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solo eres tú - it’s only you

princesa - princess

[junespriince]

Wally, pissed: B, what the hell. I called you last night for some help and you ignored my calls! I had to ask Rayner's bitch ass to help me, what was so important my calls weren't?

Bruce: you didn't need me, your villains are childs play compared to mine, just needed to stop being lazy and relying on others to help you out.

Wally, eye twitches in my villains ain't child's play: okay, okay, so did you need help with your villains?

Bruce: psh, you wouldn't last a minute in Gotham against mine. I don't need someone I have to carry out of there.

Wally, slams fist on table that scared Clark: bullshit! You let children fight along side you, it can't be that hard.

Bruce: whatever, Allen never had an issue he couldn't solve.

Wally: because he had HAL! you moron!

Bruce: I'm not a mor—

Diana: enough! Settle this like adults or like men.

Wally: fine. I want to be a Gotham villain for a week, if you can defeat me I'll shut my mouth up and never complain about this again.

Bruce, has a file on how to defeat Barry: deal.

Two weeks later

Bruce, on a building with his head in his hands: how is he that good! I have a file on how to neutralize him!

Dick: that's on Barry... You do know speedster are different from one another.

Bruce: they are!? How!?

Dick: Wally can go through walls. Barry can. That's one difference.

Jason: and apparently he can make damn good pipe bombs, can I add him to the outlaws I need a good pipe bomber for the team.

Bruce: this is a nightmare!

Tim: could be worse, at least he's not destroying anything valuable and he's protecting citizens.

Stephanie: and his suit is serving cunt, get the penguin let him see what drip is.

Duke, yelling out: yo Walls! I'd love a hamburger!

Wally, zips in: here ya go bud. *Leaves*

Duke: god, can he stay, he so convenient.

Bruce: No!

Kate: boooo pussy baby man.

Damian: he can blow up stuff but I stab one person I'm ground for six weeks.

Dick: because stabbing the mailman because you think he's an intruder.

Damian: he looked sus! Chat defend me!

Barbara: chat says no stabbing.

Damian: tt.

Bruce, to Dick: how do I stop him! You have a file on him, tell me!

Dick: no, I won't. There's finally a hot redhead villain now, and I'm going to pull a you real quick and flirt with the sexy villain, bye! *Leaves*

Bruce: noooooo, you were my son! Diana gonna laugh at me!

Jason: auntie gonna laugh at you? Shit let me help make this more of a problem for ya.

Bruce: betrayal!!

Cass: betrayal, maybe but it funny.

Wally, on a megaphone: do you YIELD Batman.

Bruce, and his ego: NEVER!

Continue on for two years

[ryomens-vixen]

420 w/ 90s Toji

CW: Toji himself is enough warning, rough sex, car sex, gun play, ass eating, profanity, reader is black coded and so is toji.

Author's note: If you have problem with me making toji speak in AAVE please don't hesitate to eat my fat ass about it, please and thank you.

Word count: YIPPIE Y'all finally get a word count! 2.6k ✨

Summary: If you ever wanted to get high the Toji here's your chance.

“Give yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.”

How did you end up here? Going to pound town in the back of a Toji's big daddy truck, high as hell in a smoke filled truck- oh that's right you know how. It really started when you were out with the boys chillin- the boys meaning Satoru, Suguru, and Kento. You were watching them shooting hoops, Then the hood's hottest DILF and Whore pulled up with his kid- Megumi, he's such a cutie when he isn't mean muggin everyone and when he comes to his dad? Oh boy he doesn't play he's such a daddy's boy that Toji can't even pick up women without the lil boy tagging along. Megumi calls most of the shots anyways- if you're pretty to him that Toji will definitely fuck with you, if not? Ain't no use in talking to him, you're cooked.

Today T-Raw was up to no good as usual not only did he come to shoot some hoops, but he also came to pick up a couple of ladies to “take out” later on- Here is goes taking off that slutty tank top of his, not like he can ever keep his clothes on anyways, that fuckin slut- you couldn't stand him. You couldn't stand him because all he does is fuck around and drive all these bitches crazy about him- clearly his dick can't be that good to be chasing him around like that, or so you thought.

“you bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!”

Fuck how did you get here… oh yeah that's right, it really started when they was playing B-ball. Megumi kept looking at you and since he's practically his father's wing man you were hoping the lil boy didn't think you were pretty, then he spoke to you- talking about the dogs at their house to showing you his gold chain Toji bought him. But then it happened megumi ran off to go tell his dad about you.. Just your luck right? Riiiiight..

The whole game stopped because megumi had so much to say about you, hell he even told the guys you're his new mama because of how beautiful you are and it had T-Raw checking you out even Satoru gassed him up to go holla at you.

“Her? Oh that's y/n, you tryna fuck on her? Shit she hard to talk to, but on ma the pussy good as fuck she was just fuckin on me and Suguru last week.” Satoru had promised he'd never tell a soul that y'all fucked, but you have known that not even Satoru himself could hold a glass on water.

And just like that Toji was convinced enough to come see bout you.

“Wass good ma”

“..... “

“Hello? Mamas, So you sit finna talk to me? C'mon ion bite, baby.”

“Don't sit up here tellin them lies we all know yo ass bite.”

He chuckled, “Got a lil attitude problem. I like dat mamas. how bout you come smoke with me later on tonight.”

“I'm not one of these other bitches Toji so go find somebody to play with cause it ain't me.”

“Sound like you ain't had no dick Inna minute-”

“Maybe I don't want no dick from you!?”

Yeah, that's how it all went down. You were giving him too much lip that it was turning him on, that's why he didn't let up on you. He wanted to put you in your bratty ass place once and for all because clearly Satoru and Suguru didn't do it right. Naw you obviously needed some dick from big daddy himself, T-Raw.

Now here you are sitting in his truck getting hot boxed to hell, while Satoru and Suguru babysit megumi for that night, and man did you get the feeling neither of y'all would be able to make it home after this smoke session.

“You Eva put a blunt in yo pussy? I'll light for you- We gotta get fat ma blazed too yah feel me?”

What the fuck did he just say? “Toji shut the fuck up!” You have to admit that was pretty funny and wild to say at a time like this, but he isn't so bad right? Wrong.

You couldn't tell if it was the Kush getting to you or what, but with every minute that passed by he started to look more and more attractive. “Keep it together bitch” is what you thought to yourself, you didn't want to fuck around and find out why all his bitches were so crazy over him.

“So when you gone put that pussy on me, mamas?”

What the hell did he just say?

“I know she wet as fuck f'me, come climb on daddy's lap fo a minute.” this whole time his hand had been gripping your thigh close enough to your coochie. Yeah she was wet- soaking wet actually, but you weren't willing to admit that.. At least not verbally, because your body betrays you.

Before you knew it you had succumbed to his slick mouth, but it's not like you didn't fight about it. Oh but he loves a good ole brat- he loves the way they break once they've had a taste of his ten inch punisher and you were gonna break for him too.

“Bet you won't suck dis dick”

“Yeah I BET I won't, the fuck?”

“So all dat freak shit you do wit gang and nem just fo show, huh? Knew you wasn't bout nothin”

“Excuse me?!” How the fuck did he even know about that?! I bet Satoru told him, yeah totally never fuckin him again.

“You heard me, Ma. Chu ain't bout dat life fo'real.”

“Says who? I do what the fuck I want, when I want and who I want.”

“I betchu won't come fuck me then.”

“Bet!”

It all started with you giving him the best toe curling head he ever had, the way you kissed on the tip, licked him up from Gooch to tip, the way you suffocated on his dick, yeah you took all ten inches and he loved every bit of it “Fuck, y- you a nasty bitch” is what he groaned, he felt so good he took a chunk of your hair into his fist and held you still so he could fuck that throat of yours. You were his bitch now, you definitely weren't going nowhere sucking his dick this good.

You thought it'd stop at that no- you found yourself eating this man's ass like a full course meal, like you were hungry and it wasn't even your idea, it was his and you can thank his old bitch for that. Man was he a freak having his legs in the fuckin air, lighting another blunt while he watches you eat his ass. This was way out of your league, eating ass? Not even Satoru and Suguru made you do this, but at least you learned a thing or two from fuckin around with Mei Mei and Shoko one time. Honestly you were scared to even put your tongue down there, thinking he was dirty, but he was surprisingly clean.

“Dirty ass bitch get in the back, c'mon” he was ready, and you were nervous. We're you gonna be like all these other bitches that fucked him and started acting crazy, or were you gonna treat like you treat Satoru and Suguru? It was hard to tell because you never heard any complaints about Toji unless it's about him not answering his phone or talking to other bitches, the works.

“Bet yo dick ain't even that big-”

“Shut cho ass up and bend ova bitch I'll show yo ass how big it is.”

That was your mistake- bending over. Toji pushed your skirt up over your waist and wasted no time ripping those sexy panties off. Your pussy was dripping for him, spreading your asscheeks apart Toji took his cock in hand and rubbed it all along your wet folds, teasing you while you waited anxiously for him to fuck you- so anxious that you started popping off at the mouth again.

“Can't find the hole ol’ man?”

“Can't wait to shut cho lil ass up-”

“Pus-”

Then it happened he shut you up with the quickness, ramming all ten inches into that tight wet pussy of yours. It felt like your body took a screenshot from feeling his cock hit your cervix like that all you could do was tremble and tear up. You felt so full, hell you felt like his dick was somehow in your chest it was so fuckin big that you could hardly adjust to it.

Reaching back to place your hand on his abdomen was your biggest mistake ever “Move yo fuckin hand” is all he said before take ahold of your arm, bending it it behind your back and using his weight to push his cock deeper into you as if it wasn't deep enough.

The only thing that gave you enough relief was when he pulled out, you could finally breathe that was until he rammed his cock back inside… over and over and over again. He was so rough it felt like your mind was going blank all you could think about was how good your feeling right now, how deep his cock is, how your moans were practically stuck in your throat, toji had your eyes rolling back he even put his blunt out on your asshole so he could focus on fuckin you, god he was a nasty, nasty man, no wonder everyone was crazy for him.

The truck was rocking, you finally let out a strained moaned, Toji was fuckin you so ruthlessly leaving hand prints on your asscheeks, pushing down on your lower back to make you arch some more for him, grabbing fists full of your hair as he leaned his weight into every thrust. Your mind was going crazy, but you weren't the only one- Toji was too. Not only was he high as all hell, he was starting to get drunk off your pussy. He was loving how tight you were around him, squeezing and sucking him back into you- in his mind you were doing this on purpose, throwing that pussy- HIS pussy back on him like that yeah to him you knew exactly what you were doing.

“Man fuck! Fuck you let then two fools hit before me?! Fuckin slut” God he put his weight into it again.

“Lil bratty ass bitch got nothin to say now, say sumthin else, come bitch say some more slick shit for daddy so I keep on tearin this pussy up!”

You were past cloud nine at this point everything felt good, his dick, his words, his thrusts, everything. You almost lost your mind when he reached out in front of you and grabbed his gun. That's when you realized how crazy this man is- he pulled out a damn gun!? For what!? Now you see why everyone is so crazy about him.

“T- Toji Wa-”

“Shut the fuck up” he pulled out panting and started rubbing the barrel of it against your wet folds. “How you gone feel if I put this glock 30 in this pussy? Hm? Talk to me mamas, I'm not fuckin done witchu”

“Toji i-”

“It's T-Raw, bitch.” You trembled the second he pushed the barrel inside your pussy. You couldn't tell if you were scared or excited, but you knew one thing he sure as hell was excited just from pumping your pussy with his glock.

“You's a nasty dirty ass, bitch, throwin back on MY gun, bet it ain't as good as this mufuckin pipe.” He had a cocky tone to his voice while he was gripping the hell out of his cock and fisting it vigorously. “Fuck it-” he tossed his gun to the side causing you the whimper from the sudden emptiness, but that was soon replaced with him slamming his cock back in, then reaching around you to grab ahold of the sides of your mouth as he drilled you, drool on his fingers and arm rest, drool on his cock that's how he liked it.

You could feel a knot in the pit of your pussy, you were so close, tears welled up in your eyes, you were going to burst at this rate, if he kept up brutal pace he'll be cleaning up coochie juice for weeks with the way you around to cum. You reached in between your legs to rub circles onto your clit to help get you to that big orgasm you've always wanted..

“T- T-Raw! F- Fuck! Daddy I'm gonna cum!”

Toji was so lost in your pussy it was almost like he was in another world, You were just too good for him. It was driving him crazy. He almost didn't register what you said at first, you? About to cum? Yeah no he couldn't have that yet, not until HE is done.

“you bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!” Suddenly, He puts you into one of the meanest chokeholds you had ever been in, pulling your body onto his lap so that you're sitting on his fat cock with your legs propped up on the back on the front seats. Fuck he really wasn't done with you for real.

“Can't NOBODY fuck you like I do, you ain't gone be thinkin of nobody's dick, but mine after I'm done, you hear me bitch?! Take that shit, take it, take it, take it, Ah Fuck-!”

You couldn't breathe, your eyes were touching the back of your head, he was beating your pussy in and you couldn't do anything about it. His dick was good… too good in fact, he was slutting you out better than Satoru, Suguru, hell even Choso- but none of them know about that one. You could almost guarantee your brain chemistry has been altered just from the way he's trying to put his dick up your coochie, through your stomach and behind the left rib. All you could do now was take his dick like the good little bitch that you are.

“Give yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.”

“Yes! G- Give it to me T-Raw! Give it to me Daddy!”

His thrust became sloppy and his grip around your neck tightened, he was definitely about to cum inside your sweet pussy, yet that's really you wanted now was for him to fill your pussy up with his baby batter. He let on one loud “Fuck” into your ear and rammed his dick inside you one more time, all you could feel so was his cock pumping his load inside you.

Once he was finished he let go of your throat, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. But the thing is you didn't get to cum yet and toji knew that and all he could do was smirk at your pouty lil face for not making you cum too.

“What? Yah mad bitch? Brats like yo ass don't deserve to cum.” He took his left over blunt and lit it.

“But since you was a good fuck I'll let you cum this once, but I ain't helpin, so bounce on dis dick all you want.”

“B.. But T-Raw”

“What the fuck did I just say? Huh? Get to fuckin bouncing, I'm waiting slut.”

You know it, you were going to be crazy just like all his other bitches after tonight… ain't no way you're going back to the boys, ever.

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[mr-inkslinger]

ARTHUR MORGAN walked into your shared hotel room without knocking because he wasn't used to you tagging along with him. He walked in to see your legs spread, fingers deep inside your aching, dripping cunt your other hand working your clit. He should've walked away. He should've. He was going to as well, until you whimpered his naming as your hips lifted off the bed. You hadn't even noticed him. He should've walked. You were just a pretty young thing. He shouldn't have gotten you tangled up into him and his mess anyways.

He didn't even realize how heavy his breathing had grown, how tight his pants were. Shit.

Now, you were none the wiser to his presence, so caught up in trying to imagine what it would be like to be with him. His fingers were thick, thicker than yours. It was hard to imagine what it'd be like to have him finger you because he'd stretch you out better with two fingers than the three you had inside of you. Even harder to imagine his thumb working your clit with the same hand, given the fact that you needed two to do what he could with a singular hand. Your head tilted back in a low groan, half of it was from pleasure but the other half was from sheer frustration. You'd done your best to signal that you were interested. Bordering on desperate, at this point. You'd tried everything, touching his shoulder, batting your eyelashes, playing dumb. None of it worked. At all. At this point you had figured he just wasn't interested, so you'd have to settle for your imagination.

A floorboard creaked under Arthur's foot as he tried to take a step back. But it gave him away. You jumped and he jumped, even though he was aware of you and you noticing him. He stumbled to face the door, his skin burning with embarrassment from the encounter. He felt shame, severe shame. "I'm sorry, I-I thought you were asleep and then-"

"You crept up on cat's paws, Arthur."

"Like I said, I thought you'd be asleep."

"Well, I ain't."

"Clearly."

There was a pause, as you sat there, naked. Half covered but still, naked all the same. Naked and moaning his name and completely vulnerable because of what he does to you and he won't even look at you. You sighed, heavy, deep, disappointed. He very clearly didn't want you. "I'm sorry, Arthur.. that was.. embarrassing."

"My fault, really.. shouldn't have barged in and sure as hell shouldn't have lingered." Another huff from you. "Why are you huffin' and puffin'?" He asked you, despite facing the door, he was at least talking to you.

"Because.. well, because of you!"

"Me?" He almost turned around to shoot you a look of incredulous disbelief. "The hell did I do?"

"Beside barging in here, disturbing my private life? You didn't do anything and that's the problem!"

Arthur shook his head, trying to figure out what the fuck that even meant. "So, lemme get this straight. You're mad at me for doing something by not doing something?"

"Arthur, turn around." You had asked him gently, if he could just see how desperately you needed him, maybe he'd give you what you wanted. However, Arthur was reluctant, he just glanced over his shoulder at you. There you were, showing yourself to him. Fuck. Soft thighs and smooth stomach, he figured each of your breasts would fit perfect in his hands. He swallowed thickly, trying to get his brain to make some thought or action, something. "Can't you see that I want you- need you. Arthur, I need you." This was it, a last ditch attempt to get him to see that you wanted him this badly.

You leaned back and spread yourself for him, maintaining eye contact with the one that peered at you over his broad shoulder. His breathing grew deeper. You could see the way he broke away from your gaze to follow the dainty hand you were dropping to your cunt. The way you curled your fingers in and how you weakly bucked against your own palm. He turned to look at you, really look at you. He took a step closer, watching your chest heave and how you blushed under his gaze. He could see your struggle. How you whined and writhed and yet you seemed unable to satisfy yourself how you wanted.

Your free hand furiously rubbed at your clit, desperate to come for him, to really show him how bad you wanted him. Your eyes fluttered a few times but never enough to not look at him. You watched him chuckle, adjusting himself in his jeans. The way his hand lingered, you could see the outline of his dick. Bigger than you anticipated and that was saying something.

His hand clutched himself a little tighter as your breath hitched. "Easy now, easy.." His voice soft, deep. He spoke from his chest. His eyes trained on your weeping cunt, the way your fingers dipped in, the way it dripped around them, glistening in the low light of the room. He kept approaching, step by step as you worked yourself up more. "Nice and easy."

He reached out, a large hand gripping your knee, his thumb rubbing circles. His touch was slow and languid, you focused on the rhythm and stroked your clit to match it. He wasn't stupid, he caught onto that quick. "There ya go... just like that." His hand slid higher, testing the water as he leaned over you. Just enough to add pressure to your personal space he'd taken up residency in. His words of encouragement and seeing his hand hadn't stopped palming his cock made it easy for you to notice that you weren't the only one desperate. He leaned down further, sinking to his knees, his face dangerously close between your thighs. The scruffy cheeks in a dangerously close position to where you've wanted for too damn long.

"Arthur.." That earned you a small smirk, a soft chuckle that was broken. He leaned closer to you, his hand gripping your wrist.

"Want some help?" It didn't take much deliberation before you were nodding, pulling your hand away. His replaced yours, the rough pads of his fingers tentatively stroking down over your clit to your entrance. He marveled at how slick you were. "All of this over me?" He grinned, not ever waiting for an answer as he pressed a finger into you. "God damn.." He could feel how tight you were around his finger, your walls trembling for him. He shook his head, setting his hat aside as he curled his finger. "Oh, you're sweet on me alright." He listened to you keen above him, how your hard gripped his bicep.

This was a dream come true for you. He pumped his finger in and out, slowly, working you up to take another one of his digits and as he slipped on in, the stretch was better than you imagined. Poor Arthur, helplessly rutted against the mattress, the friction was enough for now. He leaned forward the rest of the way, stealing a kiss against your clit. Your hips lurched as your hand carded through his hair. Your touch encouraged him to stay close. His tongue was sinfully warm against you, it was overwhelming being stuffed with his hand and being devoured by his mouth. He hummed graciously as his lips wrapped around your clit. He sucked and licked and swirled it, like it was a nice aged whiskey that he was savoring. A taste test. He clearly enjoyed it, the way his eyes were screwed shut and he moaned into your core.

It was building you up, rapidly. You felt hot and you couldn't help the aggressive grip you had on his hair. His brow twitched with a wince as you tugged it again. He groaned into your folds, the vibration and primal experience of it caused you to tremble. Maybe he just made you tremble. Your moans grew and he made no attempt to silence them. He wouldn't let up, it was overstimulating the way he was eating you. The way his fingers curled with precision and made delicious noises from your pussy. The squelch of his digits dragging against your walls only to be pressed back in with enough force that it did feel like he was fucking you. With intention, purpose. He was seeking to bring you to that edge.

You breathing had become irregular, like your brain had shut off and it wasn't even something you could imagine doing. You were so caught up in all of it, you tried to pull his head away. "Stop- Arthur, I'm gunna come." You tried to push his face away, embarrassed at the idea of coming on his face. He shook his head, his tongue continuing to slurp you up, the more he consumed you the wetter you got. You could see he was covered in you from cheek bones to jaw. His fingers bumping against his chin as he dragged them across your walls, mapping you out. Every ridge and flex of muscle.

His insistence was paying off when he felt your pussy constrict on his fingers, he never stilled though. He worked you right through it, his own hips grinding against the mattress. His free hand reached under you, gripping a chunk of the meat of your ass, holding you tight and close to his mouth. He hummed and moaned, sounding like a starved man given a five course meal. You pawed at his face, feeling your own juices drenching your thighs and his wrist.

He pulled away for a moment, flashing you a crooked grin. "You're a good girl, y'know? All pretty and wrecked f'me. I ain't finished with you, though.."

[moonselune]

Yo, seeing possessive and protectiveness in them ladies, I got a thought... what if Reader's got some primal blood in them (werewolf, dragonborn, etc.) and they get heats instead of periods?

They try to hide 'em out of embarassment or shyness, but the ladies catch on at some point and... well, Reader ain't taking care of those alone anymore. 👀

yesyesyes

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

It had been a long night under the full moon, and by the time you returned to camp, your body ached in ways that were hard to explain. The pull of your blood, the raw, primal energy coursing through you, was always heightened during the full moon, but this time was different. Stronger. You could feel it deep in your bones, an almost animalistic need settling in, and every fiber of your being screamed for release.

You had werewolf blood running through your veins, something you usually managed to control, but the days following a full moon always left you in a strange state—on edge, restless, and burning with a need you couldn’t quite explain. The heat was beginning to crawl under your skin, a fire igniting that was both physical and emotional. It was something you tried to hide, embarrassed by how consuming it was.

Karlach had always been your anchor, her warmth and her fiery spirit grounding you, but tonight… tonight that primal hunger you usually kept buried surged to the surface. You couldn’t let her see you like this. You couldn’t let her see how desperately you wanted her, how much you wanted to mark her, claim her as your own in a way that went far beyond just affection. It was pure instinct, and you were ashamed of the raw need clawing at your insides.

You paced in your tent, trying to burn off the heat, trying to breathe through the desire building in your chest, but it was no use. Every thought you had was of her—her scent, her skin, her laughter. You could hear her talking with the others by the campfire, and just the sound of her voice made your body react. Your fingers curled into fists, and you clenched your jaw, determined to keep it together.

But Karlach knew you too well.

At some point, she had noticed your absence, and without a word, she had slipped away from the campfire to find you. She entered the tent quietly, her large frame casting a shadow over you as she stepped inside. You froze when you heard her boots hit the ground, your back to her, trying to steady yourself. But she could smell it, sense it in the air—the tension, the heat radiating from you in waves.

“Hey, darling,” Karlach’s voice was low and soft, but there was a hint of playfulness in it. “Where’ve you been? I was starting to think you didn’t want to spend time with me tonight.”

You didn’t turn around, your muscles taut as you tried to compose yourself.

“I—I just needed some space,” you stammered, your voice rougher than you intended. “Nothing to worry about.”

But Karlach wasn’t stupid. She stepped closer, her gaze narrowing as she took in the way you stood, the way your hands trembled slightly at your sides. She could sense the heat rolling off of you in waves, and her brow furrowed as she took another step forward, her voice dropping lower.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her tone more serious now. “You’re not yourself.”

Your throat tightened, and you swallowed hard, not daring to meet her eyes. “It’s… it’s just after the full moon,” you mumbled, trying to wave it off. “It happens sometimes.”

She tilted her head, her eyes scanning you with a knowing look. “You’re in heat, aren’t you?”

The question made your heart skip a beat, and you cursed under your breath. Of course, she would figure it out. Karlach was too intuitive, too in tune with you to miss the signs. You could feel the flush rising in your cheeks as you clenched your fists, still facing away from her.

“I didn’t want to make it your problem,” you admitted quietly, the tension in your voice betraying just how much you were struggling to hold it together. “I can handle it.”

Karlach chuckled softly, her voice warm but teasing. “Handle it, huh?” She took another step forward until she was standing right behind you, her presence overwhelming in the best way. “From the way you’re standing, it doesn’t look like you’re handling much of anything.”

You let out a frustrated growl, the wolf inside you bristling at the teasing. But there was something in her voice, in the way she said it, that made the heat flare even hotter. You finally turned to face her, your eyes locking onto hers, and the intensity in your gaze made her pause for just a moment.

“Karlach, I don’t think you understand,” you said, your voice rough and low. “I want to mark you. I want to claim you. I… I can’t control it.”

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, but then that playful grin tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“Oh, I understand, alright,” she said, her voice husky as she stepped closer, so close now that you could feel the heat of her body against yours. “I understand more than you think.”

You swallowed hard, your instincts screaming at you to pull her close, to bury yourself in her warmth and scent, but you hesitated.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered, your voice strained. Karlach’s expression softened, and she reached up to cup your cheek, her touch gentle yet grounding.

“You’re not going to hurt me, big guy,” she murmured, her thumb stroking your jawline. “I’m right here. I’m not afraid of you.”

That was all it took to snap the last thread of restraint. With a growl, you pulled her into your arms, your hands gripping her waist as your lips crashed against hers in a heated kiss. The taste of her, the feel of her, was like fire igniting your blood, and you couldn’t get enough. You pushed her back against the wall of the tent, your body pressing against hers as the need to claim her, to make her yours, took over.

Karlach responded eagerly, her hands tangling in your hair as she kissed you back with just as much fire. Her scent was intoxicating, and you could feel the wolf inside you roaring to mark her, to sink your teeth into her neck and make her yours forever. But even in your primal state, you held back, not wanting to push her too far.

But then Karlach pulled back slightly, her lips swollen and breathless, and she met your gaze with a smoldering intensity that made your heart race.

“Do it,” she whispered, her voice rough with desire. “Mark me.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low growl, you lowered your head and gently bit down on her neck, careful not to break the skin but enough to leave your mark. Karlach gasped, her fingers tightening in your hair as she arched against you, her body responding to every touch, every claim you made on her.

You didn’t stop until you were both breathless, your lips brushing against the mark you had left on her skin. When you finally pulled back, you were panting, your heart pounding in your chest, but the heat had subsided slightly, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction and connection.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

The full moon hung low in the sky, casting its silver light over the camp. You had tried to keep to yourself, away from prying eyes, but there was no denying it now—the dragon blood in your veins was singing, demanding more than you could suppress. This time of year always brought with it an overwhelming sense of need, something deep and primal that you tried to hide out of embarrassment. After all, how could you explain to Minthara, the fierce and proud Drow, that your draconic blood made you… like this?

Your heat had been building for days, and you had done everything you could to keep it at bay. But tonight, it was too strong to ignore. Your every thought was consumed by her—by the need to claim her, to keep her close, to hoard her like the most precious of treasures. The desire to see her adorned in something shiny and beautiful, to have her be yours in every way, was almost overwhelming.

You had hoped to keep it hidden, but Minthara was no fool. She had noticed the way you had been avoiding her, the way you had been tense and distracted, and she wasn’t one to let things go unnoticed.

As you sat in your tent, your mind racing with thoughts of her, the flap opened, and Minthara stepped inside. Her presence was commanding as always, her eyes narrowing as she looked at you with suspicion.

“What’s going on with you?” she demanded, her voice sharp. “You’ve been acting strange.”

You didn’t meet her gaze, your hands gripping your knees tightly as you tried to keep your composure.

“It’s nothing,” you mumbled, knowing full well that she wouldn’t accept that as an answer.

“Lies,” she snapped, her tone brooking no argument. She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied you. “You’ve been avoiding me. You’re hiding something.”

You could feel the heat rising in your chest, the dragon inside you growling with the need to claim her, to make her yours in a way that left no doubt in anyone’s mind. But how could you explain that without sounding like a fool?

“I’m not hiding anything,” you tried to protest, but the words sounded weak even to your own ears. Minthara’s eyes flashed with anger, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Do not lie to me,” she warned, her voice dangerous. “You are acting like a caged beast. What is it that you are so desperately trying to hide?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding as you struggled to find the words. Finally, you sighed, knowing that you couldn’t keep it from her any longer.

“It’s… it’s the dragon blood,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “When the heat comes… I feel this overwhelming need to—”

“To what?” Minthara demanded, her eyes narrowing further.

“To claim you,” you confessed, your voice trembling slightly. “To keep you close, to hoard you like treasure. It’s… it’s embarrassing.”

There was a moment of silence as Minthara processed your words, her expression unreadable. You braced yourself for her to laugh, to mock you, or worse, to leave. But instead, she surprised you.

“Claim me?” she repeated, her voice softer now, almost curious.

You nodded, still unable to meet her gaze. “It’s instinctual. I want to see you adorned in something beautiful, something that marks you as mine. I want to keep you close, protect you. It’s… it’s ridiculous, I know.”

Minthara was silent for a moment, and you could feel her eyes on you, studying you. Then, to your surprise, she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently lift your chin so that you were forced to look at her.

“Ridiculous?” she echoed, her voice low and steady. “I think not.”

You blinked, taken aback by her response. “You… you don’t think it’s foolish?”

A small, amused smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Why would I find it foolish that you wish to claim what is yours? That you want to see me adorned in the way you desire? You forget, I am a Drow. We understand the need to possess, to dominate. But your intentions… they are different. More protective.”

You swallowed hard, the tension in your body easing slightly at her words. “I don’t want to force anything on you,” you murmured. “I just… I want you to be mine.”

Minthara’s eyes softened, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “I am already yours, fool.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could respond, she pulled back slightly, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw.

“But if it will ease your need, then adorn me as you wish,” she continued, her voice taking on that commanding tone once more. “Show me how a dragon claims their treasure.”

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, and you felt the fire in your chest flare up once more. Without a word, you reached for the small chest beside your bed, where you had been keeping the pieces you had gathered for her—jewelry, silks, things that shimmered in the light. They were all things that reminded you of her, things you had been too shy to give her before.

As you pulled out the items, you felt Minthara’s eyes on you, watching your every move with an intensity that made your heart race. You offered her the pieces one by one, your hands trembling slightly as you draped a shimmering necklace around her neck, slid rings onto her fingers, and adorned her wrists with bangles. Each piece seemed to make her more radiant, more yours, and the sight of her like this made the dragon inside you purr with satisfaction.

Minthara watched you with a mix of amusement and something else—something deeper, more intense. When you had finished, she stood before you, her eyes gleaming with that fierce pride you had come to love so much.

“Do I meet your satisfaction, my dragon?” she asked, her voice low and sultry as she did a little twirl for you.

You could only nod, your throat too tight with emotion to speak. She was breathtaking, and knowing that she was adorned in something that marked her as yours made the primal need in your chest settle, the heat cooling into something warmer, more intimate.

But Minthara wasn’t done. She stepped closer, her hands resting on your shoulders as she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

“You do not need to hide from me,” she whispered against your lips. “If you wish to claim me, then do so. But know that I am already yours, in every way that matters.”

The words were like a balm to your soul, easing the tension and the fear that had been gnawing at you. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close as you buried your face in her neck, inhaling her scent and feeling the last of your worries melt away.

You would protect her, hoard her, keep her close—because she was your treasure, your most precious possession. And she had chosen to be yours.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

The past few days had been a blur of heightened emotions and restless nights, each passing moment building into a storm of desire that you could no longer ignore. As a tiefling, the infernal blood in your veins carried with it certain… challenges. One of them was the heat that overtook you at irregular intervals, a primal force that you had always been embarrassed about. You had tried to hide it, to keep your growing urges under control, but the more you resisted, the more your devilish side took hold.

It was Lae'zel who finally caught on. She was sharp, perceptive, and far too attuned to your every move to miss the signs. The way you had become more possessive of her lately, your touches lingering just a bit longer, your gaze following her every move with a hunger that was impossible to disguise. And then there was the way you bristled whenever anyone else spoke to her, the jealousy flaring so hot it threatened to boil over.

One night, after yet another sleepless struggle to keep yourself in check, Lae'zel decided it was time to confront you. You were in your tent, pacing back and forth, your tail twitching with agitation. The need to claim her, to keep her close and away from everyone else, was becoming overwhelming.

She stepped inside without a word, her presence immediately grounding you, but also intensifying the heat that coursed through your veins. You froze, your glowing eyes locking onto hers, a low growl rumbling in your chest despite your attempts to suppress it.

"Lae'zel," you began, trying to find the words, to explain what was happening, but they caught in your throat. She didn’t need you to explain, though. She had already pieced it together.

"I know what’s happening," she said, her voice firm and unwavering as she crossed the tent to stand before you. "You’ve been trying to hide it from me, but I am no fool."

You swallowed hard, looking away in shame. "I didn’t want you to see me like this. It’s… it’s not something I’m proud of. This need to… possess you, to keep you to myself. It’s too much. I don’t want you to think less of me."

Lae'zel’s gaze softened, just a fraction, as she reached out to cup your chin and force you to meet her eyes again.

"You are a tiefling, and this is part of who you are," she said, her voice a mix of strength and understanding. "Do not insult me by thinking I would be repulsed by your nature."

Her words sent a wave of relief crashing through you, but they also stoked the fire burning inside. You didn’t realize how close you had moved to her until you were inches away, your breath mingling with hers as you stared into her fierce, unyielding gaze. The need to claim her, to mark her as yours, flared again, and this time, you didn’t fight it.

"Lae'zel," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. "I want… I need to keep you close. To shower you with everything I feel, to show you that you belong to me, and only me."

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "If you want to keep me to yourself all day and shower me in praise and affection, then do so if you must," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

You could see the way her eyes darkened with anticipation, the way her body leaned just slightly into yours. She was giving you permission, and that was all the encouragement you needed.

With a low growl of approval, you closed the distance between you, pulling her flush against your body. Lae'zel didn’t resist—in fact, she responded in kind, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as you claimed her lips in a searing kiss. It was a clash of wills, both of you pushing against each other, yet neither wanting to pull away.

When you finally broke the kiss, both of you were breathing hard, and your devilish instincts were screaming at you to keep her even closer. You gently maneuvered her onto the bed, hovering over her as you drank in the sight of her beneath you, her golden eyes staring up at you with a mixture of defiance and desire.

"I want you, Lae'zel," you whispered, your voice raw with need. "I want to mark you, to keep you here with me, where no one else can touch you."

Lae'zel’s smirk softened into something more tender as she reached up to trace a finger along your jawline. "Then do it," she challenged, her voice dropping to a low purr. "If it is what you truly desire, show me. Claim me, as you wish."

You didn’t need to be told twice. With a growl of approval, you bent down to kiss her again, your hands roaming over her body as you reveled in the feeling of her beneath you. This wasn’t just about possession—it was about the deep connection you shared, the bond that had only grown stronger with time.

As the night wore on, you took your time showing Lae'zel just how much she meant to you. Every touch, every kiss, was filled with the intensity of your emotions, the need to make her feel cherished and desired. And through it all, Lae'zel responded with equal passion, her strong hands pulling you closer, her lips whispering words of encouragement and praise.

When you finally lay together in the aftermath, your body still humming with the remnants of your heat, Lae'zel traced lazy circles on your chest, her breath warm against your skin.

"You are a fierce lover," she murmured, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Perhaps you should take these urges out on me more often."

"You are always the source of them," You chuckled softly, pulling her closer as you nuzzled into her hair.

Lae'zel’s lips curved into a rare, genuine smile as she settled against you, her presence soothing the last of your devilish urges.

"Good," she said simply, before drifting off into a contented sleep. As you lay there, holding her close, you felt a sense of peace that you hadn’t experienced before.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

The first signs were subtle. You’d find yourself tensing whenever someone else’s gaze lingered on Shadowheart for too long, a simmering heat building in your chest. It started as a prickling irritation, easily brushed off as nothing more than a passing annoyance. But then, it grew stronger, harder to ignore, until every interaction she had with anyone else felt like a personal affront.

It was the nymph blood in you, you knew that much. The heritage you often tried to downplay, to keep under control, was now manifesting in ways you hadn’t anticipated. The intense jealousy, the possessiveness, the irrational need to keep Shadowheart all to yourself—these were emotions you had never wanted to display, especially not to her.

You tried to hide it, to push those feelings down deep where they wouldn’t see the light of day. But it was like trying to suppress the tides; the more you resisted, the stronger they surged back. You began avoiding her, distancing yourself in the hope that it would ease the tension within you. Yet, every time you saw her laughing with someone else, heard her voice calling someone else’s name, the jealousy would flare up again, fierce and uncontrollable.

Shadowheart, of course, noticed. She was patient at first, giving you space and allowing you to come to her when you were ready. But as the days passed and your behavior grew more erratic, more distant, she couldn’t ignore it any longer.

One evening, after an especially difficult day where you had snapped at her for something trivial, Shadowheart finally cornered you. The two of you were in the small grove near camp, the trees surrounding you providing a semblance of privacy. You were trying to calm yourself, hands clenched into fists as you stared out at the darkening sky, when she approached.

“Alright, enough of this,” Shadowheart said, her tone firm but not unkind. “You’ve been acting strange for days now, and I want to know why.”

You stiffened, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew you couldn’t keep this from her any longer, but the fear of her reaction was overwhelming. What if she found you repulsive? What if she decided she couldn’t handle the darker side of your nature?

“I… I don’t know if I can explain,” you mumbled, still unable to meet her gaze. “It’s… it’s my heritage. The nymph blood in me, it’s causing these emotions that I can’t control. I’m jealous, Shadowheart. Irrationally, absurdly jealous. I want to keep you all to myself, and it’s eating me up inside.”

The confession spilled out of you in a rush, leaving you breathless and trembling. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, couldn’t bear to see the disgust or disappointment in her eyes. But then, you felt her hand on your cheek, gentle and reassuring.

“Look at me,” Shadowheart murmured softly.

Reluctantly, you lifted your gaze to meet hers. Instead of the judgment you had feared, you found only understanding and a hint of amusement.

“Do you really think this would repulse me?” she asked, her voice laced with affection. “After everything we’ve been through, you think a little possessiveness would scare me off?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was trying to control you,” you whispered, your voice raw with emotion. “I don’t want to lose you, Shadowheart. But this… this part of me, it’s so intense. It makes me feel things I’m ashamed of.”

She silenced your self-doubt with a kiss, soft and tender at first, but quickly deepening as she pulled you closer. You could feel the warmth of her body against yours, her hands threading through your hair as if to reassure you that she wasn’t going anywhere. The kiss was grounding, anchoring you back to reality, to her.

As the kiss intensified, the world around you seemed to blur. Vines began to creep up from the ground, winding around your legs, your arms, and twining around Shadowheart as well. Flowers bloomed in a burst of color, their scent sweet and heady in the air. You were entwined with her, both literally and figuratively, as the vines and flowers continued to grow, cocooning the two of you in a fragrant, living embrace.

Neither of you pulled away, lost in the moment as your kiss deepened, your lips moving together in perfect harmony. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you, surrounded by the wild beauty of nature.

The next morning, you woke to find the two of you still wrapped in the remnants of the night’s emotions. Vines and flowers clung to your skin, twigs caught in your hair, but there was something undeniably magical about it. Shadowheart was lying beside you, her eyes still closed in peaceful slumber, a serene smile on her lips.

As you gently brushed a stray petal from her cheek, you couldn’t help but marvel at how lucky you were. She hadn’t turned away from your darkness, hadn’t recoiled from the intensity of your emotions. Instead, she had embraced it, embraced you, with a love that was stronger than anything you had ever known.

When Shadowheart finally stirred, blinking sleepily up at you, she let out a small laugh.

“Looks like we had quite the night,” she murmured, plucking a flower from her hair.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice filled with affection. “We did.”

Shadowheart reached out to take your hand, her touch warm and reassuring. “No more hiding, alright? Whatever you’re feeling, we’ll face it together.”

You nodded, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over you. With Shadowheart by your side, you knew you could handle anything, even the wildest parts of your nature. And as the morning light filtered through the leaves, you both lay there, content and surrounded by the beauty you had created together.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

After the full moon, you could already feel the familiar burn creeping into your veins. The transformation had left you raw, your senses heightened, your instincts sharpened. But it wasn’t the urge to hunt or howl that clawed at your mind this time. No, it was something far more primal—an intense, overwhelming need that surged through you, making it difficult to think about anything other than Jaheira.

You knew what it was: your heat. It always came after a full moon, the residual power of your werewolf blood igniting a fierce desire within you. And this time, it was worse than ever.

Jaheira was nearby, just on the other side of the campfire, tending to something, unaware of the battle raging inside you. She had a way of calming you, grounding you, but now, just the sight of her was enough to make your blood boil.

You clenched your fists, trying to resist the urge to go to her, to claim her in the most primal way possible. She was strong, confident, and you knew she could handle herself, but this… this was different. The last thing you wanted was to lose control and frighten her—or worse, hurt her.

So you stayed where you were, muscles tensed, trying to fight back the flood of emotions. But it was no use. The more you tried to ignore it, the stronger it became, until every fiber of your being was screaming for her.

You decided to put some distance between you, thinking that maybe it would help. You retreated to the edge of the camp, away from the warmth of the fire and the sight of Jaheira. But even that wasn’t enough. The scent of her still lingered in the air, intoxicating and irresistible.

Before you could stop yourself, you were already halfway back to her, drawn like a moth to a flame. Your steps were heavy, deliberate, each one a battle against the urge to let your instincts take over.

Jaheira must have sensed something was off because she looked up just as you approached. Her green eyes met yours, and in that moment, you knew there was no hiding it anymore.

She raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she took in your tense posture, the way your chest heaved with barely restrained need. “You look like you’re about to tear something apart,” she remarked, her tone light, but there was an edge of concern there, too.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. All you could do was stare at her, your mind a whirlwind of desire and restraint.

Jaheira’s expression softened, and she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch your arm.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice low, soothing. That simple touch was enough to break what little control you had left. You flinched, pulling away from her, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I… I can’t,” you muttered, trying to put more distance between you, but she didn’t let you. Her grip on your arm tightened, pulling you back to her.

“Can’t what?” she pressed, her gaze piercing, searching yours for answers. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the sight of her, the scent of her, the feel of her.

“I’m… in heat,” you finally admitted, the words tumbling out in a strained whisper. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

There was a moment of silence, and you braced yourself for her reaction. You expected her to pull away, to be afraid, to tell you to leave. But instead, you felt her other hand on your cheek, turning your head to face her.

“Look at me,” she commanded, and you couldn’t help but obey.

When you opened your eyes, you found her staring at you, her expression calm, understanding. “You won’t hurt me,” she said, her voice firm, leaving no room for doubt.

“But—” you started to protest, but she cut you off with a shake of her head.

“No,” she insisted, her tone gentle but unyielding. “You won’t. I know you.”

Her confidence in you was staggering, and it made your heart ache. How could she be so sure, so calm, when you were on the verge of losing control? But then again, this was Jaheira—strong, steady Jaheira, who had seen and survived more than most could imagine.

You let out a shuddering breath, the tension in your body easing slightly at her words. But the heat, the need, was still there, burning under your skin, and it took everything in you not to just give in to it.

Jaheira seemed to sense your struggle, and she stepped even closer, until there was barely any space between you.

“If this is what you need,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear, “then take it. I’m not afraid.”

Her words sent a jolt of desire through you, and before you could think, before you could stop yourself, you were pulling her against you, your lips crashing down on hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.

Jaheira didn’t resist. In fact, she responded with just as much fervor, her hands tangling in your hair as she kissed you back, matching your intensity. It was like she was grounding you, reminding you of who you were, who she was, and that you could do this without losing yourself.

The world around you faded, and all that mattered was her—her taste, her scent, the feel of her body pressed against yours. The primal need to claim her, to mark her as yours, surged up, but this time, it was tempered by the knowledge that she was here with you, willingly, that she trusted you.

You pulled away just enough to look into her eyes, your breath coming in heavy pants.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you repeated, but this time, it was more of a plea than a warning. Jaheira cupped your face in her hands, her thumbs brushing away the stray hairs sticking to your skin.

“You won’t,” she whispered, her eyes filled with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. “You could never hurt me.”

The last of your restraint crumbled at her words, and you captured her lips again, more gently this time, but still with that underlying need. Jaheira responded in kind, her hands roaming over your body, grounding you, reminding you that you were in control, that you were safe.

When you finally pulled away, your forehead resting against hers, the heat in your veins had cooled to a more manageable burn. Jaheira smiled up at you, her expression soft, reassuring.

“Better?” she asked, her voice low, intimate.

You nodded, still catching your breath. “Yes… much better.”

Jaheira chuckled softly, brushing a kiss against your temple. “Good. Now, let’s get you through this, together.”

With her by your side, you knew you could face whatever your heat threw at you. She was your anchor, your rock, and with her, you were never alone.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 12

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All Falls Down (Prequel)

Series Masterlist

Bean = Kamari

Bear= Kaiden

Bug = Kairo

Josh chewed on the inside of his cheek as he got the notification that the roses had been delivered to Kiyana’s  job. He kept checking his phone to see if she had texted him and frowned every time his notification center was empty. 

He sighed and stood up from the folding chair in the locker room and decided to start getting ready. He was starting the show tonight and no matter how often he did it he still got nervous. After drenching his hair in water, he checked his phone again and frowned when he still had no message from Kiyana. It was 7:50 pm in the UK so it was at least 1:50 in Pensacola, and the flowers were delivered. What the hell was the hold-up?

“Aye Uce! Showtime.” Someone banged on the locker room door. Josh was almost out of the door when his phone dinged with a notification. Josh felt his heart rate spike up once he looked and saw it was Kiyana. She thanked him for the flowers and said that she would see him on Friday and they could talk then. Josh had a smile on his face as he sent her a thumbs up and a heart emoji before rushing towards The Gorilla just in time for his theme to start playing. 

Josh had just finished his match and got the W against Drew McIntyre when he walked back into Gorilla and froze at the sight before him. 

“Hey, baby.” Shanté giggled and rushed towards Josh, jumping on him and wrapping her legs around his waist while her arms went around his neck. 

“Shanté, what the fuck!” He growled, trying to push her off of him, but her crazy ass was strong. “Get the hell offa me!”  Shante frowned her face up at him. 

“I’m not liking your attitude. I gave you a couple of weeks to cool down, and this is how you treat me after not seeing me.” Shanté scoffed and unwrapped her legs from his waist. “You didn’t miss me?” Josh sucked his teeth and tried to move past her, but she latched onto his arm and started walking with him. 

“Ayo, for real?” Josh scoffed and pulled his arm out of her grasp. He stopped walking and turned to face her. “I told you the last time I seen yo’ crazy ass that we were over!” 

“But you didn’t mean it, right?” She asked softly, cupping his jaw with her hand. She narrowed her eyes as she saw the hickey on his neck. “What the hell is that?” She exclaimed, moving his head to the side so she could get a better look.

“Stop touching me.” He seethed, grabbing her hand and slinging it away from his face. He then backed up to put more distance between them. 

“You've been with someone else," she accused, Josh frowned and looked around, he had to be getting Punk’d right now. There was no way this chick was this deranged! 

“Yeah I've been with someone else, my wife. The fuck is you on?” Shanté's eyes widened in disbelief. 

“She actually took you back.” She didn’t but Shanté didn’t need to know that. Josh just shrugged. She opened her mouth to retort but was cut off by Josh's saving grace. 

“Hey bro, is everything okay?” Trinity asked, walking over in her ring gear, looking Shanté's up and down with disdain. “You got a problem?” Trin asked, stepping closer to Shanté whose eyes widened before she quickly shook her head scurried off down the hall. 

“Goddamn” Josh huffed out, running a hand through his damn curls. 

“What's up with that?” Trinity asked him, folding her arms over her chest. “I thought you and Key were trying to mend things.”  

“I am, we are. . She just came out of nowhere, Trin. I ain't even know she was back on the main roster.” 

“Yeah, well, she sure didn’t waste time finding you,”  Trinity’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “If you tryna get your family back, you can't go back to your old ways, Joshua. I mean it. I already talked to Key and she already voiced her concerns to me.” 

Josh looked taken aback. “She did?” 

Trinity sighed. “Look, I'm about to break girl code here but, Key doesn’t want to let you back in just for you to break her heart again. You gotta nip this Shanté shit in the bud ASAP. You gotta show Key that you are serious about this and not just wanting to get back together because you’re lonely and not used to living alone.” 

“I hear you, Trin. I don’t want to hurt her again. I need to prove myself.”

“Exactly,” Trin stated, nodding her head. “You need to prove to her that you deserve this second chance. Cause lord knows, if I was in her shoes, Jon wouldn’t even be able to contact me.” Trin sighed and pulled Josh into a hug. “Just don’t hurt her again Josh. She doesn’t deserve that.” 

Kiyana rolled her eyes with a small smile, as Kamari and Kaiden were buzzing with excitement as they waited outside the airport for Josh. He was able to catch an earlier flight and instead of coming close to midnight, he was now about to land in Pensacola at noon. 

“Guys, relax.” Kiyana laughed, unstrapping Kairo and Kaiden out of their car and booster seats. “You're gonna combust.” 

“Where’s daddy?” Kaiden whined, stomping his little foot. “I want my daddy!” 

“He’s coming, Bear. You gotta relax okay.” Just as she said that, Kamari dropped her hand and started running towards Josh, who had a big smile on his face as he dropped his suitcase and carry-on so he could catch Kamari. 

“Hey Bean.” Josh said. Opening his arms as Kaiden ran over to him too. “I miss you guys.” Kaiden practically launched himself into Josh’s arms, giggling with excitement. 

“Daddy! I missed you so much” Josh stood up with Kaiden and Kamari still in his arms and walked over to Kiyana who arched an eyebrow and looked at his bags he left behind. 

“Ain’t nobody gon take ‘em.” He said, chuckling when she rolled her eyes playfully.  He set the boys down and took Kairo out of her arms. “Little Bug!” Kairo let out a screech  as Josh started tickling his belly. Kiyana felt her heart flutter as Josh turned his attention back to her. “I missed you.” He muttered, gently pulling her into a side hug because he was still holding Kairo. 

“I miss you too.” Kiyana whispered back, leaning into his embrace. “Thank you for the flowers too,” she added softly as she stepped back slightly, her eyes meeting his. They stood there, getting lost in each other's eyes.

Kiyana stood before Josh, her heart and her brain were telling her to do two different things. Her heart was telling her to forgive him and give him a second chance, but her brain was singing a mantra that her own mother had said right before her and her boys left to pick up Josh from the airport. ‘Once a cheater, always a cheater.’ Josh watched her closely, sensing the internal struggle within her. He wanted to reach out, to hold her and plead his case once more, but he knew words alone couldn’t erase the pain he had caused.

Kiyana cleared her throat and took a step back from Josh, she took Kairo out of his hands and put him back in his carseat. Josh sighed and jogged over to grab his discarded luggage. Josh had put his stuff in the trunk and walked over to the driver's side, grabbing her hand, stopping Kiyana from getting in.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured softly. This thumb rubbing soft circles on the top of her hand. “I fucked up, badly and It’s not fair of me to expect you to forgive me overnight.” 

“No, you can’t,”  she cut him off. “ I need time, Josh. Time to figure out if I can trust you again.”

“I understand Key,  I know I have a lot to prove to you. And I understand if you need time to trust me again. But I want to try, I want to make things right between us. Lemme take you out on a date. Just like old times. Let me prove to you that I'm serious about us.”  Kiyana’s immediate response was to tell him no. The last time they went on a date he had told her about his affair.  She had opened her mouth to decline his invitation but it was something in his eyes that stopped her. 

“I- okay.” She nodded and Josh smiled. 

“Okay, tomorrow night.” When she nodded, he let go of hand so she could get into the car. Once she was in the car, he did a little fist pump, before hurrying over to the passenger side and getting in before she could pull off. 

👀..... soo Kiyana agreed to go on a date with Josh. Y'all think thats a good idea?

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hey cutie i couldn’t find the post to look at who you write for but what about some Fanum headcanons? love u 💗💗💗

Fanum Headcannons ☆

● He may look intimidating, but in reality, he's such a lovable guy. He wouldn't even hurt a fly. He treats you with so much respect.

● He may not be the most athletic, but he has a cute face to make up for it. Like out of everyone in the group, he's the finest.

● fanum is very confident, man, so when he first met you, he made the first move on you, and you couldn't help but smile. When he was around, you talked to you. You couldn't help but smile.

● He be giving you nicknames like 'my heart, mama's ma, etc)

● He's a very chill person, sure he likes going out but he likes staying at home being with you and relaxing together.

● He'll have you on his 24/7 like this man is so in love with you he can't help but show you off in front of the whole world.

● He is a very passionate lover, like he has a very good heart, and that's what you like about him.

● You're number 1 fan, if you post yourself on social media, he would comment on it, heart it anything you name it.

● He's overprotective but he not crazy wit it, like of course he'll let you have your freedom, and doesn't control anything you wear, he knows that if a nigga tries to flirt with you, you wouldn't be interested because you got him and only him, but if someone touches you inappropriately he ain't got no problems throwing hands.

●He loves that you are a food lover like him. He isn't really into sharing his food because he greedy, but with him, he'll share his food. This man would take you out to the most fanciest restaurant and let you try the most amazing food.

● He such a gentleman man, because niggas today is trifling but he ain't like that, this man would carry you if you tired, he'll hold doors for you, open the car door so you can get on first.

● This man would spoil you, like he doesn't care, he'll get you whatever you want. Like he provides you anything.

● He'll take you on dates all the time, he'll cook for you, he'll get you flower's.

● He's such a down to earth guy like he is so chill and is very humble.

● He'll never lie to you. He tells you everything. He's like your best friend, y'all be gossiping like y'all in high school .

● Yes, even though he shares his food with specifically you, he still does the fanum tax. The both of y'all do, both of you be stealing food from the other guys in the house, especially kai. He is having the good snacks.

● This man is really good at calming you down. If you were mad, sad, or going through something, he'll be there for you for your mental health. He's very patient and gentle with you.

● Very clingy, he only wants you to be around him 24/7. He always hugged you from behind, cheek kisses.

● I feel like he's the type to get a tatt with your name on it.

● You can never stay mad at fanum wherever fanum does something that's gets you mad. You can never be mad at him because he always makes you laugh and put you in a good mood. "C'mon ma, you know you can't stay mad at me forever." Fanum teases you as he gives you a lot of cheek kisses. You were trying to make him stop, but you couldn't resist as you were smiling.

● He loves to cuddle, he feels so soft and warm, and he smells really good.

● He loves playing video games on his streams he'll have you come play the game with him,but if you didn't know how to play, he'd teach you. He thinks it's so cute when you get frustrated with the game.

● Yo, this man when he speaks Spanish is so fucking sexxy, like when he speaks Spanish it does something to you, he'll say something sweet in Spanish even if you didn't understand.

● Overall, fanum is the best boyfriend you can ever ask for he's such a cutie patootie.

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Note: i feel so good from the traction I got from the last post 🥹 y'all r angels. here's the part 2 you were looking for, boo! @avoidthings 💗

JADED | AARON PIERRE

Part 2.

Toxic!Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader.

warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions of but not limited to; sexual content ( penetrat!on, orgasm denial), extreme language (cursing, use of n-word, use of b-word), talking you through it. lil bit of exhibitionism if you squint, mild daddy k!nk.

summary: in which you decide to end the toxic situation-ship you share with Terry— except this man only know how to suck you back in.

baby, we can fuck inside my truck, shit wide body.

knew i'd be hurt to see if you leave, but god got me.

Choked out heavy sighs slipped past your lips as you lay in the backseat, just how he liked you; folded up. He had your meaty thighs pinned back, your arms wrapped around them comfortably, holding yourself open for Terry. He'd just got you back there, in that position and he was already inside of you. Gazing down at you with soft eyes, he said nothing at first, his thumb and pointer finger lazily pulling and pinching at your already sensitive buds.

His fingers continued tweak with your nipples, manipulating them anyway he seen fit as his short, hypnotizing strokes seemed to get deeper, fester, mind dizzying. "Oh my god, daddy!" You whined, eyes going crossed as he found that spot again. That same spot his fingers were so easy to find, his dick had no problem as well. Stars danced behind your eyes as you zoned in on that pleasure, face beautifully frowned as you held onto your thighs tightly, acrylic nails digging into your own flesh. You felt everything, from him tweaking with your nipples down to the slight burn from how he stretched you. You were wet, he had you so wet, the slick sounds of your pussy filled the car, lewd and loud.

Terry nodded above you, eyes trained on you, face stoic, as if fucking you on a Thursday night in the parking lot of an apartment complex was a normality at this point. "Yeah, you feel that shit baby?" He mumbled pulling his left hand from your nipple and using his thumb to rub your clit in quick lazy circles, the squelching and gushing sounds of your pussy didn't do anything to help out how incredibly brainless you'd felt already. "Mm-mm," he hummed abruptly pulling his right hand down away from your nipple slapping his hand against your cheek firmly, "bring yo' ass back here. Ain't no zonin' out, bitch. Come back'ere."

The slaps seemed to bring you back, just barely, but it didn't dull the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were experiencing. Your breath seemed to hitch in your throat, you wanted to moan, you wanted to scream but everything was too good in this moment. Terry seemed to not take notice of this, or simply not care because this didn't deter him from his already breath shattering strokes, instead he placed his left hand on the back of your thigh, pushing down, steadying himself on his knees as he plowed down into you. The sound of his thighs clapping steadily against your ass was enough to draw the breaths out of you. He was bottoming out. He had to feel how you clenched and creamed around him, he had to know he was damn near touching your stomach.

"Shit!" You squealed out, hands abruptly shooting out to press back against his thighs, deter him a little, get him to show you some kind of mercy. Your head was mere centimeters from slamming against the door handle.

His right hand slid from your cheek around to the back of your neck until you could feel his fingers tangling in the root of your curls at the back of your head, bringing your head forward to watch his lewd deep strokes. "Look at that shit, look at the mess that pussy makin' on my dick," he spoke through heavy breaths, his own soft groans following, "sayin' you don't miss daddy, that pussy missed me plenty though." You faintly followed the scene as your own moans drowned out the rest of his dirty words. You had him covered in cream, pussy squelching and queefing with every following stroke.

The trembling in your legs only seemed to intensify as he continued his assault on your pussy. "Daddy!" You huffed through a moan, eyes lowered and brows furrowed together you looked up at the man above you, his expression mirroring yours almost mocking. "I know you feel that!" You gasped the tightening in your stomach bubbling to the surface once again. He had you on the brink for the second time that night. He groaned in response to that, how your pussy had started to clench around him, gripping him, sucking him in.

"I feel it, baby," he cooed, fingers still tangled in your unruly curls he leaned down peppering sloppy kisses against the corner of your agape mouth, "daddy feel that pussy squeezin' me, good ass pussy." He commented breathlessly, a deep growl from his throat following, only earning more drawn out moans from you.

"You wanna cum for daddy?" He asked you, lips pressed against your ear. "I feel that shit in yo' legs you wanna cum." He teased feeling you nod vigorously against his face. "Yeah, you do baby," he hummed softly, "but you bet not cum."

You whined as his strokes didn't relent. He had denied you for the second time that night. You better not cum, yet he kept fucking you like he wanted you to. Like he dared you. You couldn't keep holding it, the pleasure was too overwhelming. He was digging as deep as he could've gotten in you. Everything he gathered from you, was messily painted on his dick.

"Fuck!" A deep groan came from your tummy, tumbling out of your mouth in a curse. Your eyes had rolled back once again, as he fucked you stupid. Your mouth hung open as he continued slamming into you, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix so tenderly. "I–I can't keep holdin it!" You stammered, voice slurred and high pitched.

Terry groaned in response, cursing quietly about how tightly you gripped him. "You can," he audibly responded, "just like you can take yo' ass on them dates." He stopped momentarily and earning a needy and eager whine from you. He sat up on his knees, dick still deliciously deep inside of you, he untangled his hand from your frizzy curls and instead fisting your rolled up tank top in his hand for leverage as he fucked himself into you once more. His free hand managed to find itself around your neck, squeezing firmly enough to make you gasp, just a little bit.

It wasn't like you could breathe anyway, there he was fucking the breath out of you once again. Your eyes watery as you held eye contact with him once again, your toes curled into a ball, mouth still agape, drool pooling there. You were fucked out, just how he liked you. Dumb and needy. The sight alone was enough to bring him closer to his nut. But he could never get his before you got yours. Taking care of his bitch was always his number one priority. He prided himself on making sure you got off first.

"Goin' out with them lame ass niggas, makin' them think they got a chance to fuck my bitch," he breathlessly mumbled to you, the sounds of your skin clapping together almost drowning the side of his deep, quiet voice.

"No!" Was the only thing you could force out, the tears brewing in your eyes finally spilling at once. You didn't know why you said no, were you letting him know them niggas never had a chance or were you tryna stop yourself from cumming all over his dick like how you wanted to, so badly.

It seemed to do the job for both.

"I know baby," he nodded curtly, "i know you daddy's bitch. I know you belong to me. Look at that pussy, wanna cum so bad. You wanna cum so bad, don't you pretty girl?"

"So pretty when you all fucked up and fucked out."

You nodded vigorously you were past the point of pleasure, you were somewhere floating, you couldn't feel solid ground beneath you if you wanted to. Words were no longer an option for you, he'd stole them many strokes ago.

"Yeah?" He moaned in response, hand squeezing firmer around your neck. "Cum on my dick baby, let me feel that shit. Don't hold back, give me all that shit."

That was all it took for a high pitched scream to come rumbling from your stomach, your eyes found themselves how they loved to be when he was inside of you; crossed. Your hands left your thighs, palms slamming flat against the seat beneath you, your nails scratching against the material. You saw colors you couldn't describe, the tension in your stomach seemingly dispersing right on que. this feeling was lightheaded, unsteady, but so so good.

But he continued on his own journey. Still fucking into you like his life depended on it. Grunting, groaning as he continued to chase his own high, the way you gripped and clenched around him as he fucked you through your orgasm was mind numbing to him. Your shit was way too good. Too good to be free. And if the sight of you getting fucked through your orgasm wasn't enough to get him to fill you up, your broken moans and whimpers sure were enough.

You couldn't take much more of this, pussy thumping as he continued to fuck you. You were completely overstimulated, coming him to cum as best as you could through your shaky, broken dialogue. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted repeatedly, a serious if growls and groans rumbling from deep within in his chest spilling out as he rutted into you, he was there. You were too gone in your own head when he finally did fill you up. And fill you up he did. You couldn't hear him when he pulled out either, the only thing you did react to was the soft kisses he delivered to you afterwards.

"Push that shit out, baby, let me see it." He cooed to you, his large hands holding your thighs in place, you whimpered but obliged to what he said anyways, gently pushing out what he dumped into you moments earlier. "You such a nasty bitch," he murmured in a trance like state watching his seed leak out of you, peppering sweet, gentle kisses where he could on your face, contrary to the merciless strokes he was just giving to you.

The next few moments you took to try and steady yourself, bring you back to earth somehow. This nigga had fucked you into another dimension you were convinced. You were able to ground yourself once he got out, searching the bed of the pickup to find something to clean you up with.

You sighed once you were able to come back to, chest heaving, hair unruly, and your panties and shorts strewn about his truck. I'm such a dumb bitch.



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feral for mr. pierre. second part of many fics of him to come 😭 xx.

[nejjirez]

"MINE"

pairing: e!42 miles x blk! fem reader

genre: fluff , protective miles

miles = dark purple you = pink (naisa is you)

a/n: whew lawrd i got so many damn books to post .. yall in for some treats good JESUS , but trust ima get yall requests soon i promise

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you were walking back home from the store , it wasn't too far away from where you live , so walkin won't a problem .

on the way back you heard your phone buzz , taking it out of your pocket to see who texted you. "1 new message from: Miless 💘."

miles was texting you to ask where you were at , worried on why you weren't home yet since he was at your house. you texted back smiling , reassuring him that you'll be fine , and your're on the way. butttt miles looked over that , and face timed you.

when you answered , he was side eyeing the camera , on the game that he set up in your room. "didnt i tell you to ask me before u use my tv?" you sighed , looking around your room to see what else he had done.

"yeaa sorry ma , my ass was bored waitin on u , but where you at?" miles fully turned his head towards the camera , squinting trying to make out where you were at.

you put your face all up in the camera , makin faces and laughing. "ma im not playin , where are you" he put his controller down , speaking in a more serious tone which made you back up from the screen.

"chill , im on my way ri-" suddenly , a boy who looked about your age came up to you , cheesin away. you kept walking , not interested.

the boy started walking behind you , trying to talk to you which .. didnt play out well. "yoo u from here?" he managed to catch up to you , trying to walk beside you.

miles heard the male's voice which caused his head to shoot towards the phone , picking it up looking around your surroundings.

"yea , i'm from my man's place , move along ." you snarled , walking faster looking at your phone to see miles with the most annoyed facial expression ever.

"aye not gon lie he prolly a bitch like most niggas round here , i could fs do better lil ma" this was miles last straw .. womp womp.. "oh hell na ." miles said before taking a good look at where you were , and hanging up.

the boy heard the voice coming from your phone as you walked faster , causing him to laugh. "aye was that him? see he prolly mad at u now , come fuck wit a real nigga" at this point you were irritated , not wanting miles to be mad at you because someone else tried talking to you.

"nigga fuck off , been said i got a man thats yo cue to leave . actually that ain't even my man , we married. so bye.." you went to imsg on your phone trying to text miles to get this boy away from you as soon as possible , he was pissin you off at this point.

miles texted you back with a simple "omw mami." which caused you to look around , seeing if he was anywhere in sight.

after a few minutes of this bum still tryna talk to you and follow you , you felt hands around your waist walking with you , causing you to quickly turn around trying to move until you noticed it was your bf , miles.

"the fuck?? this yo man?" he looked miles up and down , which pissed the both of yall off. you opened your mouth to say something , but before you could talk , miles did.

"nah nigga im her husband , i know u heard her say she taken so why u still tryna fw her? take yo big boosie fade head ass on somewhere bruh and getchu a retwist , yo ass got butterfly locs atp" miles laughed a lil at his own joke , meanwhile you were crackin tf upp

the boy side eyed yall , and walked off mad asf , you and miles were still crackin up at the back of this nigga head , retwists do not exist to him

"ight ight jokes aside , you lmk when shit like that happen we cant have niggas lookin like THAT tryna fuck wit you naisa" he wiped a few lil tears from his eyes due to laughing , you did the same.

"nigga did not give up.." you thought of the things the boy said , making you cringe.

miles put his arm around you , walking back home and kissed you on your forehead.

"mine."

[fuctacles]

Unusual, but maybe not in a bad way

Eddie's shoes might look good, but they were never a good choice for summer rains. He kept forgetting that and letting the reality of his fashion choices hit him hard in the face. Or knees.

The bus had a moving plate in the middle that usually wasn't a problem but today wasn't usual. Today the rain was pouring and Eddie's phone was at 15% because he had been too lazy to plug it in before falling asleep. So today he had to switch seats to one next to a charging port and as he was making the short voyage, a few things aligned perfectly to make today unusual, and in a bad way.

The rotating plate was wet from the rain.

The soles of his shoes had no grip.

The bus turned left.

"Shit."

Eddie gathered himself off the wet floor, cursing his shoes, the weather, and the throbbing pain in his knee. Without looking up he fell heavily into the seat that was his destination, afraid of the amused stares he might catch. His dignity? Gone. His pants? Well, they were torn already anyway so one new hole didn't make much difference. His knee? Bleeding, apparently. As he rubbed his knees, one of his hands came out red. He groaned.

"Of fucking course." He just had to hit something sharp on the usually safe and relatively smooth surface. 

When he was reaching to plug in his phone, someone grabbed the pipe just above the USB port. Eddie looked up and found a man looking down at him. He also realized the golden frames of his glasses complimented his hazelnut eyes beautifully.

"You should clean this up," the man said instead of making fun of him or asking if he was okay. No, he was holding out a packet of wet wipes like some kind of saint.

Eddie hesitated for a moment but while his dignity might be gone, the gorgeous man in front of him wasn't. He took the offered wipe.

"Thanks," he murmured, wiping the cut and the surrounding skin, cleaning off sand and blood.

The man dropped a backpack on the vacant seat next to him. Eddie eyed the pins attached to it; a couple of dinosaurs, a Hufflepuff crest, ‘protect trans kids’, and… a bisexual flag. Score.

"Pirates, Hello Kitty or dinosaurs?"

"Huh?"

"Band-aid," the man clarified, shaking a small tin can he fished out of his backpack. "I work with kids," he added like it explained everything. Well, it kind of did. Upon opening, the tin revealed an assortment of colourful band-aids.

Eddie hummed in thought, considering his choices.

"Dinosaurs."

"Good choice," the man praised with a smile, probably the same one he showed to the kids. Was he a teacher? Because suddenly all the teacher-student porn scenarios gained a new appeal. Where skimpy pencil skirts didn’t work on Eddie, a soft green jumper just might, apparently.

The man handed him a dino band-aid, apparently expecting him to apply it himself. Well, of course. They were two strangers on a bus, after all.

Disappointed, he put it on the cut, missing the amused tilt of the teacher's lips.

"Do you need anything else? I have some candy; lollipops, gummies…" The man flipped through the contents of his bag.

"Gummies?" Eddie's interest was piqued.

"They have colourful fillings and a tiny dragon on each wrapper," he advertised, offering him a small baggie to choose from. Again, his tone reminded him of an adult talking to a kid. This shouldn't be working on him as well as it was.

"Can I have two?" he asked, looking up into these stunning brown eyes. The level difference was not helping. Has he not sat down on purpose? To tower over poor Eddie's tiny metal heart?

The man smiled as he took a quick conspiratorial look around.

"You can even have three, just don't tell my kids," he whispered

"I ain't a snitch!" he assured and picked up two green candies and an orange one. Because red flavours belonged in the trash.

Or apparently in the plush mouth of a handsome stranger, since he picked one of those for himself. Maybe Eddie didn't hate them that much, after all. He could make an exception. Especially if he could taste them the fun way.

"You sure you don't want a lollipop? Water? Extra band-aid?"

Eddie shook his head adamantly but had a nagging feeling the man was stalling. His gaze dropped to the flag badge, giving him an instant shot of courage.

"Your number?"

The soft teacher's smile turned sly, and he knew he took the right step. His metal heart thumped in his chest, the sound resonating against his ribs. What a fun feeling.

"Better hurry up, my stop is next."

Eddie nearly dropped his phone in his haste to put in the string of numbers.

"What do I…?" he asked when the empty ‘name’ box stared at him from the screen.

"Steve," the man offered, just in time for the bus to stop. The doors swung open, and he was gone, but while the physical distance between them grew, Eddie now had the comfort of having him in the palm of his hand, hidden behind a number.

>> Thanks for the candy! 🖤 - Eddie 

[Steddie masterpost] [Ao3] [ko-fi]

[likedovesinthewindd]

Can you write something for fezco where he takes his anger out on his girlfriend(reader) maybe angst with a happy ending:-)

this has been in my inbox for a while I'm so sorry love

fezco x fem!reader

warning: police raids, disposing of drugs, language.

wc: ±1040

a/n: this takes place in season 1 when nate calls the cops and fez and his house gets raided. not proofread.

You didn't know what time it was, or what the fuck was even happening. All you could focus on was Fez's shouting and the incessant banging on the front door, your hands shaking as you struggled to get the pill bottles opened and flushed down the toilet.

"Shit, hurry up," you heard him shouting as you threw the thousandth bottle down the bowl. "I'm trying," you heaved, the cops' shouting and banging increasing by the second. It felt like forever before you managed to get the last of his stash flushed, getting rid of the hundreds of bottles and watching as the swarm of cops threw the place upside down.

By some universal luck, they didn't find anything, and left, leaving the house a complete mess. You looked over to the clock hanging in the living room to see what the time was; 4:47 AM. You sighed, looking around the room till your eyes met Fez's, who looked like he was on the verge of popping a vein. It was an unnerving sight from someone who's usually so reserved.

"Who the fuck called the cops on you?" you asked, your socked feet padding around the living room, trying to avoid any broken glass. "I dunno," was all he said, running both his hands over his buzzed hair. You quietly made your way to Fez's room, trying to find your phone in the mess left behind.

You searched through the clothes and sheets thrown onto the floor, and managed to get some part of the floor visible when you found one of the framed photos in his room, broken, the small pieces of glass shattered throughout the floor.

You had been the one who placed the photo there; it was a picture of Fez and you—one of few he agreed upon—that you decided to frame and put in his room to give the dull atmosphere some life. You sighed, thinking about how much you're gonna have to clean up and all the broken things that needed replacement.

You heard Fez's heavy footsteps and turned to find him joining you in the room, Ash quietly moving into his own room. "Look at this," you said, carefully picking the photo and wooden frame from the glass and showing it to him.

"It really ain't the worst of our problem right now, ma," he said, voice tired as he sat down on the bed, his back to you. You frowned at his dismissive tone; obviously it wasn't, you knew that much. "I know it's not," you started, "I'm just showing you how they trashed the placed."

"You think I didn't notice that?" he asked, and you scoffed, standing up to move around the bed so that you could face him. "Why are you acting like this is my fault?" you asked. "We just flushed thousands of dollars down the drain, and you talkin 'bout a fuckin photo frame," he said and your mouth dropped in shock. "Are you serious right now?" you asked and he looked up at you. "You're giving me a fuckin headache man," he said, dropping his head in his hands.

You didn't say anything, instead leaving him by the bed as you started looking for a bag. When you found your overnight bag, you hastily started digging through the heaps of clothes for the few pieces you had.

Fez could hear you moving around the room, and when he lifted his head from his hands, he could see you frantically packing. "Where you going?" he asked, but you ignored him, moving to the bathroom to get your toothbrush. He stood up from the bed, following you to the bathroom. "Yo, I'm serious, what the fuck are you doing?" he asked grabbing at your shoulder when you moved pass him once again. You yanked your shoulder free, moving back to his room. "Baby—" he started but you interrupted him.

"I just helped keep your ass out of jail, and now you're making me feel like I'm a nuisance," you said zipping up your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. "I know you just lost a shit ton of money but I was only trying to help, you don't get to take your shit out on me." You left the room, making sure you had your car keys as you made it to the front door.

"Baby, it's fucking five in the morning, where are you going?" you asked. "My sister's," you said flatly before making your way out the door and to your car.

✮☆★✮

It's been days since your argument with Fez and he'd been calling you nonstop, blowing up your phone with apologetic messages. You hadn't responded to any of them; you'll admit that was a bit petty of you, but you were still angry at him. For the way he acted, considering you helped him stay out of jail. You understood he was under a lot of pressure, but he had no reason nor right to take it out on you.

You were watching TV in your sister's living room when she called you from outside, where she had been watering her garden.

"Your boyfriend's here," she said gesturing towards the driveway when you made your way outside. When you saw Fez standing by his car, your first thought was to go back inside, but you could only avoid something for so long. You made your way up the driveway slowly, stopping once you reached his car.

"Hey," you said softly, pulling at your jersey as the cold morning air bit your skin. "You alright, ma?" he asked, and you shrugged. "Listen," he started, "I'm sorry for acting like a bitch, you didn't deserve that." You looked up at him from where you were staring at your feet. "You were acting like a bitch," you added, once again looking away. "I know," he agreed, "and I wanna make up for that. I miss you."

You tried not to show how giddy his words made you, nodding silently as you toed at the grass beneath your shoes. "Y'know I miss you baby, house is quiet without you," he added into the silence. You gave him another look, before smiling reluctantly. "Miss you too," you said quietly. "Yeah?" he asked, and you nodded. "Then let's go home, ma"

[alicegokugirl]

Idiot (one shot drable)

pairing - pah-chin x AFAB!reader

warnings - nsfw // minors dni // fatphobic insults //squirting // mentions of milfs // mentions of stepcest in pornography

author's note - my beautiful, underrated pah-chin loves you so much he can't help talking about you all the time. ♡

Everyone knows that Pah doesn't shut the fuck up about his girlfriend.

No, because it should actually be scientifically studied the way he can turn every single topic of conversation into something about you.

"Man, these pancakes are the best!"

- "My baby's taste way better."

"Fuck, I just know today is going to rain."

- "Better not, girlfriend's got a hair appointment at 2."

"Your bike needs some work, dude."

- "Whatever man, just make the handle pink so it matches m'lady's nails."

The girls love it, thinking it's adorable the way Pah is head over heels with you and wishing their own boyfriends talked about them like that when they weren't around.

On the other hand, the boys had already started developing eye problems from how many times they rolled them.

It might seem contradictory, but no one, not even the dumb ones, ever entertained the thought of telling Pah to shut up for one second.

Because between the ridiculous amount of useless information shared by the loose-lipped blond about your food allergies, your haircare routine and your favourite brand of toothpaste there were some precious gems.

Pah is not dumb at all... but he's definitely stupid.

And it only took someone slightly smarter than him to get him spilling out all the dirty details about your sex life (usually Kazutora).

So when there's nothing else to steal, destroy or graffiti, when the boys are bored out of their minds, Mikey signals to Kazutora to bring out the porn mag they stole from Shinichiro sometime ago.

And with a loud, exaggerated sigh and a purposeful slam of the magazine against a nearby low table, story time begins and the all the young men gather around.

"Shit- This one is hot." Kazutora points at the wrinkled page that illustrated an older woman getting pounded from behind by a younger man.

"Stop with the fucking milfs nobody likes them except you." Smiley slapped Kazutora's hand away and turned the page. "Nah. This shit is way hotter."

"Hell no, man! Stepcest again? You're so fucking weird." Draken shoves the two men aside and opens the magazine on a random page.

"Fuuuuuuuck yeah..."

"Finally, some good fucking food."

"Shit! I'm getting horny."

Groans of approval were heard throughout the hideout as the boys contemplated the picture of a blond woman, laying down on a white bed with white, fluffy sheets, legs open and hand between them, shoving two fingers inside what had to be the wettest pussy they have ever seen.

"Bet it squirts." Mitsuya says looking above Draken's shoulder.

"Big brain Mitsuya." Baji commented.

"Bet it leaves the whole bed soaking after you feed her a bit of this!" Mikey gets up and grabs his crotch.

"Gross dude."

"Hahaha~"

"My babe does it better."

Bingo.

And just like that, the ruckus was happily quieted down by Pah-chin's comment.

"Really, Pah? We don't believe it..." Sanzu teases, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Yo- Pah might be a jackass but he ain't no liar." Peh-yan jumps to defend his friend.

"Damn right. If I tell ya'll my girl can squirt buckets, you better believe my dick gets fucking wet everytime we fuck." He says, punching the table hard.

"Jesus, calm down bro. We believe you." Mitsuya awnsers.

"Yeah, it's just hard to believe you can make your girl squirt." Kazutora intervenes, hoping to get Pah to share a bit more about his hot girlfriend.

"Well, yeah it's not hard when you have a canon like mine and a pretty pussy like hers."

"Really? Who would have thought?" Kazutora faked innocence.

"Yeah, you virgin fucks have no idea what's like having a pair of fat tits bouncing on your face while a girl like my babe is making a mess on your cock." Pah crosses his arms and leans back, a proud smile adorned his face.

"Fuck yeah, we don't. Tell us more." Mikey provokes.

"Imagine this, virgins. My good girl, her tight pussy, and the biggest fucking mess. Nah, cause when I tell ya'll there's not one time when I fuck her that she doesn't squirt you better believe me. Last time- and hear me out- I was tongue deep in her. The thickest fucking thighs almost suffocating me. Can you imagine? A hot girl like my darling riding your face?"

"Not really, something more detailed might help." Kisaki said, pushing his glasses up his nose in a way that hid the blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Then listen to me, four-eyes. She is so fucking thick my hands could barely take hold of her ass. Not like I really could anyways. My baby is a freak and everytime she sits down she rides. And call me a fucking fatass but when I have a meal, I feast. Man, I had been eating her out for an hour when her legs just started shaking. She started telling me she had to pee or something but I had the best earmuffs and could hear jack shit. Next thing I know, I had my pretty pussy squirting all over my face."

"Damn..." Mikey whispers.

"Hell yeah. If my girl doesn't end up passing out on me after we fuck than I don't want it. Damn... just thinking about her cute clit swollen and lips all puffy is making me hungry again. Nothin' beats that view, virgins."

"Doubt. You could show us." Hanma says, optimistically.

"AND VIOLATE MY GIRL'S PRIVACY LIKE THAT? YOU DISRESPECTING MY GIRL? WANNA FIGHT?"

"Damn, fatty. Just askin'."

"Whatever, bean pole. I'm outta of here. Gonna let my Queen sit on her throne today." He says, getting up and walking out the hide out, closing the door with a loud bang.

Immediately everyone looked at Hanma.

"Stupid fuck."

"You had to ruin it, dumbass."

"Kill yourself, bro."

"You sleep outside today, idiot."

"Whatever. I'm one free popsicle coupon away from getting those videos and I'm not going to share."

i take requests from multiple fandoms. ♡

[octuscle]

Hey man, I’ve been having problems with my roommate lately, he’s been getting into leather, and it’s getting weirder by the night. Apart from the random people I see leaving his room every morning, he’s been asking me to try one of his leather jackets, claiming that “i’ll love it”. I don’t know what to do, I’m not all that interested in finding out what is life is like when he leaves at night.

Dude, I just saw your latest reel on Instagram. Totally lit:

"Yo, what's up fellow riders? It's your boy, Jay, here to drop some truth bombs about why leather is the sickest gear you can rock on your bike.

Let me tell ya, there's nothing hotter than sliding into a leather jacket and pants combo before hittin' the road. And I ain't just talkin' about the temperature, although leather does keep you warm when the wind starts howlin'. Nah, I'm talkin' about that badass vibe you get, like you're ready to tear up the streets.

First off, let's talk looks. When you're struttin' around in leather, you look like a straight-up boss. I mean, it hugs your muscles in all the right places, showin' off all that hard work you've been putting in at the gym. People see you rollin' by and they know you mean business.

But it ain't just about looks, bros. Leather also makes you feel invincible. It's like a second skin that gives you that extra boost of confidence. You know you're protected if things go south on the road. Plus, when you're revvin' up that engine, the leather amplifies the roar, makin' you feel like you're on top of the world.

And let's not forget about the guys. Rockin' leather? It's like catnip for them. They see you in that gear, and they can't help but swoon. It's like you're the lead in your own action movie, and they wanna be along for the ride.

So, next time you're gearin' up for a ride, remember one thing: leather ain't just a material, it's a lifestyle. And trust me, it's the hottest gear you can rock on two wheels. Ride on, brothers!“

Looks like you share your roommate's fetish. That, and a few more things. Have fun with it!

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hiiiii could i request some Tokio hotel x reader who speaks their first language (which is not german-), when they're stressed, scared or angry or even when excited and joyful ? A specific scenario in mind i have is, since they said they would get in fights during tours and all, how would the members react to reader getting in a fight with another member and they're both yelling in native language not even understanding each other.

Exemple: Bill reacting to reader & Tom fighting, Gustav reacting to reader & Bill fighting

(I hope this makes sense-)

(Hello! Sure I can, and it does make sense, no worries! Ty for requesting and enjoy!)

Bill Kaulitz

I feel like he is more fearful

Like when you yell at him in your native tongue he is immediately like

"I'm so sorry, what did I do now?"

But actually really loves when you speak your language

Especially because he knows you get excited and joyful

But also when you get angry, annoyed or stressed you speak it and he doesn't want you to feel like that

Will try his best to fix the problem but some shit not even Bill can fix

He hates when any of you guys fight

Especially because it's loud and also very destructive

So when he walked into a practical warzone with you and Tom all he could think was

'Oh, fuck. Not again.'

Was actually surprised at how you were yelling at Tom in your language and Tom was yelling at you in German

You both switched off to two totally different subjects but didn't even care at this point

Bill wants to break it up but it's also Lowkey entertaining

Tom Kaulitz

He finds you speaking your native language hot

Especially if you have an accent

He likes that your first language isn't English like him so you both understand to a certain level

He doesn't like arguing with you but will shep back when you argue with the others

That ain't his business so why get involved

Is engaging in your happiness when you speak your language when you're all happy and will gladly jump around with you

He is a big supporter

But he also comforts you when you're stressed, scared or angry

He loves hearing your language and even learned cuss words in it to spite you

He sits back and just watches as you and Georg as arguing

Georg is yelling in German

You're yelling in your language

And neither of you can understand shit from each other

But neither of you care

And Tom only cares about it stopping once he and Gustav ran out of popcorn

Georg Listing

He finds fights more annoying on the tour bus or with any of you guys

He hates being involved and he hates not being involved in them because that means he can't stop them

He loves hearing your language also

Will listen to you speak it for hours upon hours and is like music

He loves hearing it when your happy and excited, smiling at you as your going on and on

Even if he can't understand he still listens and will piece some together

He feels bad when you're sad, angry or stressed and speak it

Will do his best to help you even if you can't understand him in the moment and he can't understand you

He tells you and Gustav to stop stupid arguments when you guys do

He gets fed up in the arguments and just wants everyone to shut up

Especially since the bus has you guys so close

He does not want to listen to petty arguments

But it just makes it go on longer

Even getting him yelled at in two different languages

"You two can't even fucking understand each other yet you're still arguing?!"

He feels like strangling you both

Will settle for Gustav since he won't hurt you not one but my love

Gustav Schäfer

He can listen to your language for hours

Doesn't care if he cannot understand it one bit

If it makes you happy he'll listen

Loves seeing your face and hearing your voice as you speak in your language when you're happy

I think he would try and learn some of your language as a surprise

Hates when you're stressed, sad or angry

Nobody wants to see their partner like that

And also hates how your voice actively is sadder or quieter when you speak your language when you are sad, stressed or angry

Will do his best to cheer you up

I feel like he eggs on arguments and finds the amusing also

Will watch them go on

Is a shit starter and will translate everything Tom is yelling at you in German into your langauge

Will even make it sound worse than what Tom actually said

Translates what you said to Tom also and makes it worse

He's a little shit starter through and through

He understands arguments to a T because he also has strong emotions

So he lets you and Bill get yours out in yelling at each other

Even if it is in other languages

Will tell you guys to at least be quiet though because he does want to sleep