#and she sees just how much of a dumb screw-up you are but she still really loves you regardless

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Tommy Shelby convincing his wife to stop being angry at him after an argument

Thank you again so much!

warnings: Reader is insecure and Tom is an ass still learning to love, fluff

“I’m not angry, I’m livid Thomas! You completely embarrassed me tonight, and had the audacity to place me at a dinner table with a woman that wants to fuck my husband!” He rolled his eyes carelessly, fully understanding why you were upset but denying the simple state of your feelings before raising his voice. “Maybe you would have understood had your simple mind set aside your inner personal problems and not been consumed by a ridiculous, saddening amount of jealousy!” You jaw dropped in astonishment at what he had said, before your anger mixed into sadness. Whipping your head around, you rushed out of the room, finding yourself taking solace in the bedroom.

He followed you, brushing his hand down his face in worry as he knew he had gone too far. You were just a delicate little thing that knew close to nothing about business but he hadn’t intended for her to be there at the meeting.

When he walked through the door and saw you sitting on the disheveled sheets, weeping into you palms, he knew he had gone too far and shouldn’t have raised his voice at you.

He knew you were a delicate little thing that could be insecure just based off of the previous women he had been involved with. Not only were they beautiful, but they also knew how to bargain and handle business affairs. But he had never, ever intended to throw your worries and concerns in your face in such a manner. He loved you deeply and was still learning how to show you, how to respect your boundaries. In his eyes you were his rock, the most beautiful woman in the world whom always treated him with such kindness and patience.

Taking his seat next to you on the mattress, he slowly attempted to place his arm around you but you nudged him away, not wanting a single thing to do with him at this very moment.

Sighing, his eyes scanned the room, contemplating the best way to handle this without screwing it up.

When he spoke, it was with sincerity, his voice was as soft as a loving dove. “Y/N, I didn’t mean to say that. With business comes hardships and we will fight. We will be mad at each other, most likely because of myself.” He heard you chuckle lightly through the tears, catching his attention.

“But I truly did not know she would be attending and I should have told you of her intentions.” Your cries were beginning to simmer down when you found the courage to turn toward him, staring into his blue eyes that radiated kindness, no anger apparent.

When he saw you tear-stained face he wanted to kick himself, to rewind and wish he had never even arranged this business deal at the expense of your feelings. His eyebrows furrowed together, his thumb tracing away your tears as his lips pursed together in regret.

“She smirked at me Thomas… She blatantly said to me in the kitchen she would win you over, she told me I was just a chess piece in a game I’d never understand nor win.” Thomas hadn’t known that, if he did he would’ve thrown them out of your home, had the whore walking home in fear for her life, taking everything from her in just a matter of minutes, completely demolishing any confidence or thought that she would have a chance with him.

His hand clenched together in anger while he tried to avoid becoming more aggressive than he had already been tonight. It was one thing to disrespect him, but you were far more important, and far more vulnerable at times than he was and he drew a line when it came to anyone speaking to his beloved wife in such disgust manner.

“Believe me when I say, this deal is off and you won’t ever see her again. The dumb blonde was talking out of her ass, and I will not stand for someone disrespecting my wife. She could never compete with my strong, loving, overly attractive Y/N. No woman would ever come between us my darling. Nonetheless, you are my rock, and have put up with the darkest sides of me and still choose to stand by me as I do you and that will never change my love.” A small smile formed on your face while the anger, and hatred in the room seemed to fade out, and simmer down.

Pulling you into his arms, you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, the warmth of his skin and the smell of cigarettes bringing immense comfort to your body, causing your bones to relax and not be so stiff and full of tension anymore.

He held you tight, rubbing slow circles over your back as he felt your breathing become more subtle and on track. From this moment forward he knew he had to do better, he didn’t want to imagine a life without you in it, he wouldn’t.

He had never felt so lucky to have you, and was still trying to change his ways for you, even if it was the slightest amount just to keep you near and dear at his side, just where had had wanted you. Placing a soft, chaste kiss to your silky, delicate skin as he hugged you tightly, brushing one hand through the strands of your hair lovingly while he whispered endless apologies, never wanting to upset you in this manner ever again.

[ddejavvu]

in a hotchy mood you say? 🤨

i like it when we make that old man flustered 😌

wouldn’t it be fun if we ran into the team hanging out at a bar & they all are eyeing us like 😏 hold up she’s cute and hotch is trying to keep his cool.

When Aaron returns to the slightly sticky, loose-screwed bar table that his team is stationed at, Emily is tugging down the neckline of her shirt and tucking her elbows beneath her chest.

"There," She puffs, pulling at individual strands of hair so that they frame her face, "Does that look okay?"

"You look hot," JJ admits, sipping the drink she takes from Hotch with a nod of appreciation, "Only way she'll say no is if she's totally and completely straight."

"That's what I'm counting on," Derek props his elbows up on the table, forearms flexed.

"God, let's hope not," Emily cringes in anticipation of rejection, "Oh- she's coming this way!"

Aaron typically has no interest in his coworkers' escapades. Well, he'll admit, it's fun to gossip with Penelope over them later, but she's in on this one, too, shiny eyes glued to whoever the team has their eyes on.

He finally decides to follow Penelope's starstruck eyeline, and- oh, fuck, that's his girlfriend. You're staring straight back at him, but Emily's wishful thinking has made her think your eyes are on her, and Aaron can hear her breathe out a low sigh.

You send him a flirty little wave, and Emily nearly hits her head on the table.

"God, god! I can't," She laughs, still holding what she thinks is eye contact with you, "I don't think I can do this, I mean, I can never come back from this if it doesn't go well!"

"I'll step in," Derek assures her, sending you a wink that Aaron is sure just makes you laugh inside, "Don't worry, Emily. Some women aren't for the faint of heart."

"And they're not for the dumb of ass, either." Penelope sets a comforting hand on Derek's muscled shoulder, "Stay out of this one, Hotshot."

Aaron doesn't really know what to do. He's not usually lost like this, but half of his team is eye-fucking his girlfriend from across a bar like animals, and he doesn't know how to tell them he's seen you naked. Multiple times.

You break the eye contact when your friend taps your shoulder to tell you something, and Aaron does too. He sends subtle glances your way afterwards, but so does the rest of the team, and he isn't noticed. It seems like you're preoccupied for a while, because no new comments are made, but everyone can see Spencer combing his fingers through his hair every ten seconds.

He's sipping casually at his drink, about to speak to Rossi, when he feels a hand slide beneath the fabric of his suit jacket that he hasn't had time to take off yet, and hook around his waist. His first instinct is to tense, to reach for his side, even, but then a familiar scent washes over him and calms his nerves before they're burning for long.

"Hi," You croon, pressing yourself to his side, "I'm Y/N. You must be Aaron's team?"

There's tense silence so thick around the table that a bullet would pierce it, broken only by Rossi's snort into his glass.

"Yes," Aaron fills in, hand flying to your waist and hooking around it proudly, "Emily," He gestures with his free hand, "Derek, Spencer, Penelope, JJ, and Dave."

"Hi," You wave sweetly, albeit awkwardly, much like you're a kid new to a classroom, "It's nice to finally meet you all."

"You're, uh," Penelope stammers, blinking slowly, "You and Hotch- you're...?"

"We've been seeing each other, yes." Aaron nods once, then turns to you, "Honey, do you want me to get you your usual over here? You can join us for a round if your friends are busy."

When you peer back over at them, they're sucking each others' faces.

"Yeah, they're busy." You scoff, leaning into Aaron's shoulder, "That would be nice. Thanks, Aaron."

"Mhm," He ushers you into his chair, and he'll admit to drawing sick satisfaction from smoothing his hands up your shoulders and planting a firm kiss to your cheek before he leaves. He's even more smug when you lean into it with a warm-cheeked smile.

"Get to know each other," He prompts his team members, already stepping away, "And Derek, you can roll your sleeves down."

[meowpupp]

we need more puppy girl reader pls!!!

say less 🙏

1.4K- owner!price x chubby!puppygirl

TW- puppy play, degradation, cum play, exhibitionism(?), humiliation, sorry if you have a stuffed toy called 'fluffy,' general rough sex, HYBRID FIC, price is jealous over a stuffed bear, 

owner!price who decides you’ve been so good recently, so good in fact that you deserve a treat.

he sees it when he’s in cue for petrol- a cute stuffed bear. soft brown fur, fuzzy ears and big eyes. just like his favourite pup.

when he first gives you the plush it’s innocent. you give it a dumb name, fluffy or something. he doesn’t pay much mind. all he cares about is how happy his pup is, tail wagging and excited yaps.

after days of being sidelined by some stupid ball of fluff, price starts to get jealous. he knows it’s irrational. the bear is just something you entertain yourself with when he can't, but jealousy still stirs in his gut.

it’s like fluffy glares triumphantly at him when you give him attention. price watches in envy as you lazily chew on its ears, nuzzle and lick its fur. all things you used to do to him.  

one day, it gets too much for him. after a painful workday, all price wants is his sweet puppy girl. Instead, he walks into the house to see you cuddled up with the fucking bear. its beady eyes stared back into his as if saying, ‘ha-ha, she likes me more.’

he’s on you in an instant, ignoring your yelp as he pulls you up. price makes you kneel, pushing you back down when you try to get up.

“what, want your bear?” he scoffs at you, your brain still sleepy, trying to play catch up, “c'mon then, since you want it so much, ride it.”

it takes you a moment to process what he’s saying. ride it? Ride Fluffy? but he’s your bear- soft, warm and plush. he’s a toy, but not that kind of toy.

before you can even reply, price grips your jaw with one of his big hands. his skin is rough and calloused, almost scratchy as he manhandles you.

“are you deaf pup? or perhaps you think you only take orders from the fucking bear now?” price shakes your face side to side to catch your attention, “disobedient fucking mutt, don’t even know who your owner is.”

he kicks apart your knees, creating space for him to shove the bear between them. “go on. ride it. hump it like the desperate thing you are.” he takes a step back, arms crossed as he glares down at you.

Price scoffs when you start rolling your hips. His eyes analyse you, how your back arches, how your eyes screw shut, how your lips part as you whine. all while you grind down on your beloved plush.

“yeah… bet it feels good, huh? making your dumb puppy-cunt feel tingly?” the man sits back on one of the couches, lighting a cigar as he watches. “tell me pup, does it feel better than me? do you like riding the bear more than my cock?”

you whine, hips bucking at his growly voice. as you speed up, price laughs. he relaxes on the couch, cigar smoke filling the air, making you dizzy. tells you when to speed up or to slow down. when to grind harder or softer. directs you as if you’re making him a personal porno.

“ah, now look at that.” he stands, setting his cigar down on an ashtray. walking to you, he crouches down, “now pup, look at what you’ve done.”

he pulls the bear plush from between your legs, holding it up. it’s drenched in your slick, fur glistening. “poor Fluffy, you’ve made him a mess.” he sighs, throwing it on the ground, “dirty pup. can’t control yourself can you?” you shake your head, shaky hands reaching for him while you babble. 

his eyes scan over your body as you cling to him. ears low as your thighs tremble. you yap and whine at him- something about how it wasn’t enough, you didn’t cum, to please let you cum. 

Price sighs as if you’re an inconvenience. his eyes linger on your cunt. its dripping with slick, puffy and flushed from all the friction. he meets your gaze. melting at your teary, desperate expression. he doesn’t show it, instead reaching out, repositioning you. your back meets the hardwood, legs forced apart as he slots between them.

price doesn’t even look at you, his eyes trained on your cunt. his fingers poke and prod, parting your lips to watch your clit twitch when exposed. your hips buck as you squirm, causing a hand to grip your thigh and still you.

“such a desperate bitch,” his eyes finally meet yours as he slaps the inside of your thigh, “maybe i should get you a stud, hm? give you to some mutt, let him fuck you? then you’ll know how good i am to you pup.” his fingers start rubbing slow circles on your clit, “simon tells me his mutt is always full of energy. if you get this wet grinding, you’ll be yowling around that pups knot.”

prices eyes dart away from yours, ignoring your babbles as he continues to inspect your cunt. he slides a finger in, eyebrows furrowing. his other hand leaves your thigh, slapping your clit. he lets out shuddering breath as your warm, wet walls clench around hisi finger, his dick twitching.

“getting this fucking wet and loose over that thing?” he glances to the soaked bear, “need to teach you a fucking lesson. who your cunt is supposed to get wet for”

he pulls out, using the hand on your thigh to flip you over. he pulls your ass flush against his hips, a hand in your hair to force your upper body down. the bear lays just in front of you.

he audibly scoffs when you reach out for it, bringing it close for comfort. price pulls your tail, making you instinctively arch your back. he grinds your hips back on him, groaning. “shh, keep fucking still.” he grunts, rutting his clothed dick into you

it takes only seconds for your dripping holes to wet his jeans. even less time for him to unbutton his pants and shove his boxes down. with his cock now free, he thrusts between your thighs.

your slick acts as lube as he fucks the fat flesh of your thighs. “bloody fucking hell.” he growls. his dick just barely pokes out the other side, your thick flesh completely consuming him.

price angels himself, now nudging your clit with every thrust. you whine and squirm pathetically beneath him, back arching as he spanks your ass. he uses the hand in your hair to shove your face into the toy bear, forcing you to inhale the scent of your own slick.

you beg and whine into the plush, your voice now muffled. he continues, not giving in and fucking your cunt, grinning as you start to sob. he presses your face harder against the bear, fucking your thighs the same he would your cunt. his hips slam against your ass, stinging the flesh and making it flush.

within minutes, price cums all over your thighs. thick globs spill down the front of them onto the floor. as he pulls away, he pulls you with him- the hand in your hair forcing you onto your knees.

“look at the mess you’ve made,” he scolds, free hand circling your clit. the bear lays discarded on the floor, stuffing now soaked with drool and slick. there’s a puddle of his cum on the ground, mixing with your fluids. he ignores your babbles as you cry about not cumming, instead he pushing your face to the ground.

“i’ve taught you better than this, love. you know better than to make a mess without cleaning it.” price shoves your cheek into the puddle of his cum, the now cold liquid smearing across your face, “once you’ve cleaned up your mess, ill clean you.”

he lets you up. his hand trailing along your body to your cunt, slipping two fingers in, finally giving you what you’ve been begging for. “might even make you cum, hm?” he slowly thrusts his fingers, “ that floor better be fucking sparkling by the time i come back.” as he pulls out, he slaps your ass agiain. a sadistic smirk spreads over his face as he gets up, taking his cigar with him as he leaves.

tonight you’ll definitely be clinging to him, and not that fucking bear plush. 

[miniwheat77]

Taboo. (Stepbro!Soap x Reader.)

!This is 100% pure disgusting taboo smut, do not read if you cannot handle it. You've been warned! NSFW, smut, unprotected sex!

(A video surfaced on my tik tok of Neil in that god forsaken wife beater where he says "Big sister to the rescue." and this was completely the reason behind this fic. Good luck.)

A sigh leaves Johnny's lips as they get ready to board an airplane to go home. Which catches the attention of Ghost. "What's going on Johnny?" Ghost asks. Johnny laughs. "Ah. I just would rather stay on base to be honest." He laughs. "Why?" He asks. "Well. My Step sister stays in my parents guest house everytime I come home and she kind've just... gets on my nerves." He laughs. "How so?" Ghost asks. Passing Johnny a water bottle. "She teases me about some of the dumb stuff I did when we were younger but it's relentless when she's around. Any girlfriend I've brought home she's run off by telling them what I've done." He rolls his eyes. Ghost laughs. "Sounds like her and I would get along ah?" He smiles.

Johnny laughs. "When is the last time you saw her?" Ghost asks. “It’s been a few years.”

Ghost nods. “Well. Johnny. She is your sister. Maybe just talk to her about the teasing.” He shrugs. Johnny nods. “Yeah you’re probably right.” He looks down. “Is that all she does?” He asks. “Yeah that’s pretty much it.”

“You’ll be fine Johnny. Just relax.” Ghost laughs. He nods. Ghosts flight makes last call, and they say their goodbyes. Johnny still has some time to kill before his flight is due.

He was not excited to be home.

———

Johnny feels dread as he catches a taxi to his parents house. They insisted he come visit during his break off. “It is summertime after all, Johnny.” Was their excuse. He agreed, but upon hearing his step sister would be there, he wished he hadn’t.

He knows she shouldn’t get to him as easy as she does, but there’s just something about her that he wants to avoid.

Despite growing up together, and getting along for the most part, he still wished he wasn’t here.

He carries his duffel bag inside and sets it down. Closing the door behind himself. He can hear his mum humming in the kitchen. “Hello?” He calls out. “Oh!” He hears her. She appears in the doorway to the living room. “Hi honey!” She smiles. She pulls him into a hug. “I’ve missed you so much. How was your deployment?” She asks. “Not bad. Fighting bad guys as always.” He laughs.

“Ah. Johnny. How are you kid?”

It’s his step dad, your dad. “I’m good old man. How are you?” He sees his graying hair. It makes him sad a bit, just how much he’s missed out on. “Good. Nice seeing you.” He pulls Johnny in for a hug. “I’m gonna go put this up in the room.” He nods. “Oh, Johnny wait.” His mum stops him. “Sorry. I turned the guest room into an office. You’ll be staying out in the guest house with Y/N.”

Johnny can feel the color leaving his face. He’s so screwed.

“Oh okay. So.. I’ll go take it out there.” He nods. He breathes. "Okay honey. I'm making lunch so tell Y/N to come in once you're done." She smiles. He nods his head. "I will mum." He laughs, making his way out the door. He runs his hand over his mohawk nervously. He's not looking forward to seeing you. He feels dread settle into his chest once again as he knocks at the door before entering. "Come in!" He hears you call. He grasps the knob, taking one last breath before he opens up the door. He sees you sitting on the couch in the small living area. You're watching something. "Johnny, hey!" You smile. He smiles. "Hey." He nods. "Heard I'm staying out here with you." He laughs. Stepping into the house awkwardly. You laugh. "Yeah, your mum turned the spare room into an office for her work since the place she was working in shut down." You explain, standing up. You hug him, and he can smell your perfume. The hair in his body standing up. He needed to get away from you. He nods his head. "I'll just go.. Unpack then. Room on the left?" He asks. "Yep."

———

Johnny can't get the tequila down fast enough. He hates this. He's only been here three days and already wants to go back. You've been glued to his side since he's been home. "Hey uh.. Is everything okay?" You ask.

You've just got home from his aunts house, and you'd done it once again. Pointed out something stupid or embarrassing he did as a teenager. He was trying to talk to his cousins new wife and you'd started in with it. He takes a deep breath.

"I just..." He sighs. Tilting back the cup of tequila he'd just poured. He's sure they didn't notice him take it from the main house. "Why do you always make it a point to embarrass me in front of people?" He asks. You look at him in confusion. "What?" You freeze. "Earlier, you brought up some stuff I did as a teenager and you do it all the time. Anytime I'm around." He rests his hands on the granite countertop in the kitchen. "Johnny I-"

"No, you do it all the time. I mean really. Any girl I've tried dating, anytime I'm around you, you make it a point to do it. I mean seriously. I didn't want to come home because of this and I knew I should've stayed on base." He shakes his head. "Johnny, I'm sorry okay?" He can see the hurt in your face from the words he's just said. "They're just stupid stories that I thought were harmless, I didn't know it was bothering you that bad." You sigh.

"Yeah well it is. I didn't want to leave base because of it and I've been here three days and you've already done it." He grumbles.

“Well that just makes me feel like a horrible big sister.” You sigh.

“You’re not my real sister.” He shakes his head.

He can see the hurt in your face. “Why do you always say that Johnny? We practically grew up together! What difference does it make if I’m your step-sister or not!”

“Because…” he grits his teeth. He rubs his hands over his face, stepping around the countertop. “It’s just different okay? You’re not my sister.” He shakes his head. Looking at the ground. "And I'm not a kid anymore alright? I wish you'd stop treating me like one." He sighs. You shake your head. He can see how bad he’s hurting you. He has to go all in.

All the poker chips in the pot, no going back. "Why do you always say that hm? That I'm not your sister? What's the difference?" He can see the tears gathering in your eyes.

“The difference is.. is that…” he shakes his head. Teeth gritted once more.

“Fuck it.” He mutters. He grabs a hold of your shirt, pulling you into him. He kisses you hard, feeling you tense up against him. He backs up into the countertop. Your eyes are wide for a second, closing after a moment. He pulls away when he doesn’t feel you kiss back.

“Shit- shit. I’m sorry.” He steps back. Seeing you standing there. You’re staring at him but he can’t tell exactly what’s going through your head.

He wouldn’t call you his sister because of the way he felt about you.

You shake your head, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. Kissing him again.

He freezes up, just like you had. Before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up. He sets you down onto the countertop. Your dress gives him easier access to your body, feeling his rough and calloused hands gliding up your hips and onto your waist. Hooking his fingers over your panties to pull them down. He says nothing more, quickly freeing himself from his jeans, lining up with you. Just like that, you're exposed. Nothing between the both of you anymore.

When he thrusts up into you, a gasp leaves both of your lips. Freezing up momentarily at the intensity. Your hands clutch the edge of the countertop. His eyes burn into yours, only pulling away to look between the both of you. The clarity seems to hit the both of you all at once.

A knock at the door has you both jumping. “Shit-“ you mumble. He presses a finger to your lips. “Y/N? Johnny? Dinner is ready!” He can hear his mum yell. “Fuck- oh fuck.” He mutters as quiet as possible. “Uh. Yeah! Okay! We’re just going to finish this movie really quickly!” He calls out. “Okay sweetie. No rush.”

He can hear her footsteps going back to the main house. He turns back to you. Swallowing hard. “Should we stop?” He asks.

Your heart pounds in your chest. Johnny has barely touched you and you already have that knot forming in your stomach. He’s undeniably good at this, he feels even better. “No.” You look up at him. He swallows hard, grasping a hold of your wrists and holds them against the countertop. Pinning them there. He raises himself up, sliding out of you. Feeling you choke out a gasp as he thrusts back into you. The muscles in his upper arms and shoulders flexing. The muscles in his neck doing the same as he grits his teeth. He pushes you back by your chest, until your back is flat on the counter.

“Oh fuck Johnny.” You whimper. His pace is bruising. Slow but hard thrusts. “Fuck- I’ve wanted this for so long.” He clenches his eyes closed. “So fucking long you have no idea.” He cries, body shivering. He’s finally getting what he’s dreamt of for nearly 20 years. “I knew coming here was a bad idea, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself around you.” He hisses.

Johnny feels like a freak. Like some kind of pervert for pining after his step-sister after all of these years.

It’s almost like you read his mind. Maybe you can see the doubt in his eyes.

“I-“ you start. You flinch as the tip of his cock presses against your cervix. “It’s why I ran off all your girlfriends.” You gasp as he clutches your thighs harder. “Wasn’t just you.” You pant. Eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck.” He growls. He lowers his head, resting it over your clothed chest. You can feel that his hair is damp with his sweat. The thought that you want him just as bad as he’s wanted you lights a fire inside of Johnny. He bites down onto your collarbone, feeling you whimper. He’s going to make you his. He’s going to show you that nobody will be able to touch you like he can.

Johnny will learn every inch of your body and he’ll know exactly what to do to get you addicted to his touch. Addicted to him.

He adjusts himself, fixing the angle at which he thrusts into you. Gliding through your folds. He presses right against that spongy spot inside of you, hearing you gasp. He lowers his hand, thumbing your clit. He can feel you jump at the pressure he puts on it. “I know it’s a lot baby. Just relax.” He breathes. You nod your head, watching his hands as he touches you. Rubbing gentle circles into your clit. “Poor thing.. so swollen.” He pouts, a smile playing at his lips. A whine leaves your lips. You’re close already. Dangerously close. He can feel you clamping down around him. This is where he makes you his.

He pushes your dress up onto your hips, spreading your legs further. Pushing them up just slightly.

He thrusts into that spot, mercilessly. Your legs tremble and tears gather in your eyes. He’s so good at this, so so good.

Tears spill over your eyelids and before you can stop yourself, a moan leaves your lips. He clamps a hand over your mouth, seeing your eyes roll back. His eyes widen as your pussy clamps down around him. He leans down, pulling his hand away to kiss you, fucking you through your high. Feeling you squirming beneath him as he overstimulates you. “M’close, so close.” He pants. “Can you take it?” He asks. You nod your head. His breathing picks up. You can hear his heart pounding from a few inches away. “It’s okay Johnny. Relax.” You breathe, trying to soothe him. His skin is beat red.

“Look at me.” You breathe. His eyes flicker to yours. “Give yourself to me Johnny.” You sigh. His body shakes, he’s right there. You wrap your legs around him, hands clutching at his shirt for dear life.

He grits his teeth, moaning out as he reaches his high, not even thinking to pull out. A gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening as he empties himself inside of you.

Your thighs are sore and shiver slightly. “Fuck…” he gasps. leaning onto the counter to hold himself up. He breathes heavily. He rests his forehead against yours. He can still hear you panting, over his own. He pulls away from you, sliding himself out of you with a gasp, hearing you whine. He stands up completely, tucking himself back into his jeans. “I.. I gotta go change.” He breathes. You nod your head, pulling your dress down slightly, holding your knees up to yourself. Once he’s gone, you make your way into your room, walking awkwardly as you feel his filth seeping from your cavern, coating your thighs. You lock your bathroom door behind you, turning to look at yourself in the mirror.

You’d just had sex with Johnny. Your step-brother.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts. Cleaning yourself up and changing out of your dress before you emerge. You can still hear him moving around in his room. Maybe, it’s a one time thing. Maybe it won’t happen again.

You want to beat yourself up because you know if he tries again. You won’t stop him. You step out into the kitchen, freezing up when you see the countertop where he'd been inside you just moments ago.

A gasp leaves your lips as he turns you by your shoulder, pushing you up against the wall. You didn’t hear him come out. He takes a deep breath, looking at you. “I’m sorry.” He breathes. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He sighs.

“I’m not sorry. Because I liked it.” You breathe, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You can see his eyes darken. He grips your jaw, kissing you again. He kisses you hard, lowering his hand to rest around your throat. Holding you still. You whine into his kiss but he knows he needs to stop before it goes any further. He pulls away, keeping his lips just centimeters from yours. “We have to go inside.” He sighs. Finally pulling himself away from you.

“After you.” He moves to the side. Hearing you laugh.

The dinner table is incredibly awkward. You and Johnny keep exchanging awkward glances, knowing that what you had done just minutes before was sinful. It was dirty and bad and you couldn't imagine what would happen if your parents found out. “So. What movie were you guys watching?” His mum asks.

“Uh..” you breathe. “It was a show I was watching, he was just finishing up the episode with me. Just some documentary.” You speak up fast. Knowing Johnny isn’t too fast on his feet when it comes to lying. “Well I’m glad to see you two getting along.” She smiles. “Yeah. It’s been fun.” You say. “Yeah, I’m glad I came to visit.” Johnny nods. Neither of you eat very much. “I couldn’t help but notice the door was locked earlier.” His mum laughs. “Almost had to dig the key out but I forget you’re both adults and I can’t just barge in.” She laughs. “Oh yeah, I was taking my makeup off in my room and Johnny was taking a shower. Didn’t want to leave it unlocked for some creep to walk in and try to join him or something.” You send him a playful smile, seeing him roll his eyes.

His mum laughs, your dad rolling his eyes at your crude joke.

I almost feels like the dinner goes by even faster. Neither of you wanting to face what had just happened between the both of you.

"Alright, you guys get a good nights sleep, we're going to the lake tomorrow remember?" Your dad smiles. "Yeah, course dad. See you guys in the morning." You smile. You and Johnny walk back to the guest house. It's a slow walk.

When you step inside, locking the door behind you, you turn to him. "Maybe we should talk about this." You sigh. He grips your chin, holding your face still so he can kiss you, feeling you melt right into him. "Or maybe we can talk later." He breathes. His breath is warm on your face. You can't stop yourself as you nod your head. He turns you around, backing you up into the door. Pushing you up against it and kissing you again.

What were you getting yourself into?

[shadowcitrine]

Sunbathing

Before the outbreak there's a girl who keeps teasing Daryl.

Daryl's pov. Angry Daryl. Daryl and named OC. Kind of dirty.

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First post nerves.

Of course she was here! She was everywhere he fuckin’ went. It was like she knew when he needed space and had some sick twisted need to devour what little time he carved out for himself. That stupid fuckin’ Mather's girly is just laying out by the river bank, arms beneath her head like she owns the whole god damned river and the sun is shining down on her over the tree tops like it agrees with her.

Picking up the fishing pole, Daryl's fist tightened around it, his face screwing up in anger makin’ his whole head hurt twice as much. He lets everyone walk all over him, but not anymore, not today. Especially not stupid Mercy who parades around in her dumb tiny shorts and ugly cut off shirts.

Taking the pole over to a shady spot he throws himself down, landing with a grunt. Digging through the little box of feathers he keeps in a tin till he finds a few small ones to tie on. If Mercy is watching him behind those dark glasses of hers he can't tell, not that he was lookin’ anyway. Not that he cares.

He cast the line, sticking the pole in the ground to light a cigarette and wait. She hasn't said a word and it's so unlike her that he thinks she has to be asleep. It's the only time she ain't asking him a million questions or trying to order him around. He stamps out the first butt and lights another. Takes him nearly all of the second one before he can hear the water trickling by beyond the anger pounding around in his head. Takes him even longer to realize his line has too much slack. The reel clicks quietly, a familiar lullaby that usually helps empty his head but not this time, not today.

Mercy still ain't talking. It's the longest they've ever been around each other without her at least sayin’ hi and now it's bothering him. He came out here for peace and now her silence is eating him alive. Not like bein’ around her does him any good. Never has, not even when they were kids. Just to try and take his mind off of her he starts reeling in the line, puffing on the smoke between his teeth but the harder he tries not to think about her the more he does.

That girl sighs and it draws his attention away from his half hearted attempt at fishing. She's still just layin’ there, knees now bent. Her shorts are digging into the upper parts of her thighs making little dips there that make his fingers itch to touch. She's just some annoying girl that he doesn't even like.

Then she moves again, rolling to her knees in the dirt, dead grass clinging to her back she's digging in a small cooler. Picking out some red white and blue ice pop she stuffs the wrapper inside before flopping back down on the ground. Still, not a single word out of her. She sick? High?

The more he looks at her painting her lips with the cherry end of the ice cream the more he's bothered by her silence because he can't help but see something else in his head. The way her tongue swipes across her bottom lip collecting the sticky sweetness there makes him tense in a way he shouldn't be around her but can't seem to help.

“Why ain't you sayin’ nothin’?” He asks. It just sort of bubbled up.

She takes her time answering sucking on the end of it making a soft lewd noise that makes his dick twitch. “Thought I talked too much Dixon?” there isn't even any anger in it. She's acting like she isn't even bothered by him being there watching her suck half the ice cream in to her mouth like she suckin’ cock.

“You do.” He drops the spent butt on the ground, his fishing pole forgotten.

She hums again around her snack, lips making a slurping noise around it like they do on titty channels that come on late at night. “Want me to ask you how you got that shiner?” She turns her head to look at him and if she notices him move his leg to hide his half chub she doesn't say.

Mercy runs a tongue along the underside of it catching drops of it before it can land on her tits and he's silently hoping she misses just one. Then his dick is coming alive thinking of her swearing the melted sugar water across them, swirling the red end over a nipple until it's rock hard. He don't need to be thinking about her like that but he can't look away.

She sits up holding in her mouth, cheeks hollowing around it and he swears she's doing it on purpose. No, she knows what she's doing and this–this tease is secretly eating up the attention. Mercy grabs the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head. She isn't wearing a bra or even one of her bright colored biking tops, no, she isn't wearing anything at all now ‘cept them frayed shorts of hers.

“Put your shirt back on Mercy!”

She lickin on the end for a moment, watching him watch her. He can't not think about how her ice cream is smaller than his dick. “Stop actin’ all mad.” She drops her head back.

Stop actin’ mad? Stop actin’ mad! She's doing this to fuck with him cause he doesn't wanna talk to her. He can see it in the way she smiles at him before biting off the last of the cherry flavor. Knows it when she leans back on her elbows to push her tits out on full display. She does all this shit just to fuck with him and he can't even figure out why! She treats him like he's nothin’! Tryin’ to push all his god damned buttons! Fuck her and fuck this!

He has to readjust himself as subtly as he can just to stand up. Even being mad at her doesn't stop his cock from throbbing, doesn't stop the ache. Then he's mad all over again because this is Mercy he's thinking about. Bitchy, awful, needy Mercy who comes over and smokes pot with Merle. The same girl who laughs whenever his brother calls him some stupid girl's name. This same girl who tries to lay against him on the couch when Merle leaves to go get more beer because she's lonely.

He's shaking his head. “I ain't in the mood for your shit. ‘M goin’ home.” He hates her. Hates the pink strip of colored hair that falls over her shoulder. Hates the way his brain has already memorized the trail of blue melt that's dripping on the swell of her breast and racing for her dusky nipple.

“If you stay–” she shouts loud enough for him to hear. “I'll let you touch em'.”

He even hates himself at this moment because now his feet are planted in the ground. Needing a distraction he lights a cigarette he doesn't even smoke. “The fuck you think I wanna touch your tits for?”

Mercy shrugs. “You keep staring.”

He snorts a breath of air through his nose. None of it even means anything to her, she's just messing with him. Always messing with him and he was tired of being nice. “You're the one who whipped em’ out to get me to look. What did you expect?”

Her face twists up. “I'm sun bathing asshole! I was the one who was here first!”

“And you ain't pretending to give the world's shittiest blow job with that thing?” He takes a hit off his cigarette nodding to the sweet melting in her hand. Her face is turning red, the tips of her ears are burning in embarrassment. He's turned the tables on her, called her out on her little game and she can't take it. Some distant part of him feels an inkling of pride at that. Her lip curls and he's moving towards her one slow step at a time.

“I changed my mind. Get fucked!” She throws down her ice cream in the grass.

Letting out a soundless laugh he's next to her now. Daryl's looking down his nose at her, the blue melt finally falling off the tip of her breast. “You wanna suck cock? Here it is.” Then he's grabbing himself through his jeans.

He blames the fact that there's no blood left in his head for why he's acting like this. That he needs her good and pissed off and disgusted all so she'd quit trying to get on his nerves all the damn time. He wants her to hate him as much as he hates her. Only, she ain't pushing him away. No, she's licking her sticky lips as she looks up at him behind those big ugly glasses.

“What? Can't figure out how a belt works?” He asks her. He's goading her to yell at him, but she hasn't yet. He sticks the smoke in his lips bending down to grab her hand. He pushes her fingers against the buckle when he stands back up. “C'mon! You want it so bad you're going to have to take it out yourself.”

Mercy bites her bottom lip as she twists to sit on her knees in front of him. His heart stutters in his chest when she begins to tug on the strap and he nearly laughs. She was so desperate she was actually going to suck him off. She's silent for probably the second time in her whole life as she undoes his belt.

[mashiraostail]

Presentation Mic, Eraser and Sek accidental confession?? Maybe you guys are arguing or reader did something stupid that worried the boys? Cliffhanger NSFW-y ending?

You already know what it is. I missed presentation microphone the most tbh hes fun

Present Mic: "You can't do things like that-" He's following you, lately it feels like he's always following you. "I'm not going to argue with you right now Hizashi." You hold your hand up, not even turning to face him. "What?" He sounds perturbed, "I'm not trying to argue with you!" "Oh perfect! I know I'm always wrong in your eyes but this time I'm glad to have screwed it up! So I guess that's solved, I'll see you tomorrow." If your mood had been even slightly more sour Aizawa poking his head out of his bedroom door and making a mocking angry feline sound at you would have made you deck him. Dorming as staff had created much more drama than anticipated, he was loving it. You had a feeling Nezu wasn't going to stick to this set up long. You weren't a teacher and didn't live in the dorms, however you were working closely with Hizashi and upon decided to come check on him after the fight you were instantly met with criticisms of your performance.

"Fuck off." Instead of decking him, you just push Aizawa by his forehead, away from you. "Why won't you listen to me?" Hizashi closes Aizawa's door as he walks by it, still chasing you. "Because you're not the boss of me!" You turn to face him, "I swear you think-" "I'm not telling you this because I think I'm the boss of you! I'm telling you this because I-" He furrows his eyebrows, "I'm telling you as a concerned friend, your lack of self preservation is-" "None of your concern!" You can hear Nemuri gasp at that, Aizawa must of alerted her to the brewing argument. It was your mistake for accidentally venting to him about Hizashi's sudden change in attitude. You forgot how much he enjoyed being a spectator to conflict. It had actually been Hizashi's fault for telling Nemuri the way he felt about you, even though he knew she thought misunderstandings were a spectator sport. "It is my concern!" Hizashi asserts, "please just hear me out, I'm begging you here!" He throws his hands up, "do you want me to get on my knees or something?!" "God I'm a masochist." you turn around. "Fine. Tell me how stupid you think I am, how I never think, how you would have done it better!" You jab his chest with an accusatory finger, "absolve yourself of all guilt when something happens to me, because you warned me so it's not your fault that they're just culling the weak-" "When did I ever say that?!" Hizashi sounds terrified, "is that what you think of me?" Your heart is pounding, your eyes are watering, "What?! No!" You leer back, "Hizashi I think the world of you! Ever since I came here I've just wanted to impress you! For you to tell me I did a good job, that you were glad to have me here, god anything!" You scoff, "instead you always tell me all the stupid things I did wrong!" Hizashi faulters at that he looks at you, your heaving chest and rising shoulders, he could practically hear your heart pounding. "What? I'm standing here, I'm listening, I'm hearing you out and you're just going to stare at me?" "I didn't realize you saw it that way." He holds his hands up, his hero outfit was discarded after the fight, his hands were bare of his usual gloves. "Of course you didn't." You laugh, "you can never do anything wrong, only me."

"Oh, holy shit."

Vlad was standing at the end of the hall but quickly dissipated into the nearest room. You'd amassed a small but subtle crowd of teachers, poking the heads around corners and out of rooms. The only one who was in direct sight was Aizawa, probably wondering if you were going to punch Hizashi's teeth in. "I wish I never moved here." You scrub your face, "this was such a dumb idea." "Don't say that." Hizashi looks different than you'd ever seen him before, "don't be mean." He looks at a loss for words. It felt mean to say, even this small misunderstanding couldn't hold a candle to your relationship with Hizashi to this point, you became fast friends. He wsa your closest friend and confidant since moving to this side of the country, he met you on a patrol and showed you the ropes. It went beyond work, you had him over weekly, to talk about music, his teaching, American reality shows, whatever you wanted to talk about Hizashi proved a very attentive listener. It was easy to admire him, and even easier to fall in love with him. He was there for you always, when you were homesick, when you failed, and when you succeeded, to say you wish you never met him was a deep and intentional cut. "I'm sorry I didn't...tell you what you wanted to hear." His eyes scan his surroundings looking for something better to say. "Oh fuck you." You scoff, "fuck you so much Hizashi. What a shitty thing to say." You wish you had something to throw at him, "you're so fucking patronizing." "Stop! Why do you always assume the worst of me?" He holds his hand to his chest, "I don't even know what to say right now, I'm fucking grasping at straws here! I didn't know you felt this way, I wish you told me sooner!" "It's always my fault." I'm wrong again. You laugh, "god." "No! It's my fault!" Hizashi takes a step towards you, "it is completely my fault! I was stupid. I am stupid! I was so worried about keeping you safe I didn't let you do your job! I didn't want you to!" He shakes his head, "you're a great hero and that's what freaks me out!" "What?" You blink at him, leering back as his voice raises a bit. "When I saw you laying there, I fucking freaked out!" He gestures back to the courtyard where a villain had laid you out. "I wanted to keep you safe, so I picked you apart, I wanted to close every opening-" He's holding your shoulders, "you aren't weak!" He shakes you a little, "all this stupidness is my fault. I'm falling in love with you and I let it make me throw reason out the window-" He's going, he's still talking, you stopped listening. You're just staring up at him.

"Hizashi-" You're trying to cut him off, "Hizashi stop-" All you can think to do is pull him down into a kiss. It's confused, stiff for a moment until he leans into it. His hands hold onto your wrists by his jaw. "I'm sorry I....must have misunderstood-" For the first time since knowing him he whispers. "It's okay." You shake your head, "I'm sorry too..I didn't think you felt that way I assumed you were getting sick of me.." "I-" He falters, "no. God I, I'd lose it if anything happened to you, if you left me." Your eyes scan his face, his eyes, you knew he was genuine but still your stomach lurched with uncertainty. "I'd never.." You look down at your feet, "can we talk somewhere more...private?" Aizawa's surprised face reminds you of your lack of privacy. "Come with me?" You don't really do that much talking once you're in private. A few words are exchanged, mostly in disbelief, 'are you sure?' "you mean like...?' They're quiet, quieter than you thought he could be, though you figured you'd taken him by surprise.

Shota Aizawa: You felt taken advantage of. He must know how you felt about him, he would be stupid not to. He was your Achilles heel, he could get you to do whatever he wanted. He knew that. Everyone did. "Aizawa will be there." Nemuri would coax you into meetings, outings, whatever. "Do me this favor, please?" He'd look right through you when he said it. You would still do it. Press conferences, public speaking, all the things he hated. You were bent to him, he was a weakness that only you could feel, but everyone else could see. This had just been the last straw. Endeavor was not someone you felt fondly of, everyone knew it, yet you'd spent the whole fight being berated by him, just to "Do me this favor?" Maybe your quirks paired well, that didn't matter, did no one care how you felt? You were strong, you didn't upset easily and yet you felt like your resolve was being chipped away slowly, and today Endeavor had taken a jack hammer to it. Your stomach was a pit, of course you didn't feel like talking to him. You'd thought about it all, the countless failed dates, your desire to build a bridge and get over it. You can't see a future for yourself where you feel fulfilled, lavishing in free will and a heart that's 2 tons lighter. You worried he'd have this hold on you forever, never loving you at all. You were okay with that, which was most crushing of all.

Did your feelings push him away, had he only wanted someone to take under his wing, a friend and teammate but not a lover? Was this his idea of putting distance between you? "Hey." Aizawa holds a hand up to you, "I appreciate what you did today." When you don't stop it makes him tilt his head, he came all the way here to thank you and you couldn't even stop and give him a curt nod? "Hello?" He starts to follow you, he isn't sure why. "Yeah whatever, you're welcome. Thanks for trusting me." It's curt, it's fast and quiet and he barely caught it. "That's it?" He catches you as you wait for your elevator, you decide to take the stairs, "why are you running away from me?" "I'm not running I'm walking." These 8 flights were going to be painful, at least you wouldn't have to stand toe to toe with him in your elevator. "Stop it." "I don't want to talk right now." You shake your head, "Endeavor was too much today. You know I don't like him." "Let's get dinner," He's trying to catch up to you, "let's talk about it okay? I'll get you something to eat and we can talk about, talk about everything." "I'm not hungry." You turn the corner, your voice echoes through the cemented stairwell, making it impossible to mask the way it trembles. "Drinks then, come get a drink with me. Tell me why you're upset, please. We'll have drinks and I'll listen. Tell me what he said to you." "Why do you care?" You clutch the strap to your dufflebag, you didn't even bother to stop at UA to change out of your hero costume, the tight fabric making you feel exposed and silly. "I looked for you at the school and you weren't there. I figured you were upset." "So? I ask again, why do you care?" "Well-" He seems taken aback, "he has no right to make you upset or to be mean to you. I don't want to see you upset because of him. He's just an asshole, tell me what he said I can set the record straight with him. Let's go get drinks, you can tell me and you can cry if you want and say you were drunk and I won't hold it against you. I'll be nice all night and I'll say I was drunk too, so you can't hold it against me." You won't turn back to look at him, if you do your resolve would crack. "Right, only you can be mean to me. Only you get to make me upset." You're resisting the urge to bound up your stairs and lock yourself in your apartment. "What? No, I don't want to make you upset, have I upset you? Tell me what I did." "Why did you make me do this today?" You grit it out, "and everyday, the press conferences, the meetings, the stupid team ups-" "What?" He sounds lost. You slam into every door you come across, you wished they closed faster, slam in his face. "Why do you ask me to do it? Why, when you know I'll always say yes?" "I don't-" "You do!"

"Please," He sounds genuine, almost pleasing, "let's go get drinks, let's talk about it. Somewhere quiet, just me and you." "No I don't want to." You were so close to being there, how could you get a big enough lead to lock yourself up before he could stick a foot in the door? "I don't want to go out with you right now Shota." "Why not?" He's gaining on you, you hate the idea of looking at him right now, even his voice was chipping away at you. "I know you're used to always getting what you want from me but I just need to be by myself right now." "Getting what I want- what?" He sounds bewildered, lost and almost offended, "I'm not understanding you, please stop let's just talk, we don't have to get drinks or food, or even go up to your apartment if you don't want to! We can talk here in the stairs okay? I want to understand, help me understand." He reaches you, his hand is on your arm, "I don't want to upset you, that's the last thing I want. Tell me what I did, yell at me, be mad at me all you want, but tell me what I did so I won't do it again." "You're just always making me do things and everyone is and they just hang you over my head like I'm a dog or a little kid-" "What?" His hand falls off you once you stop in your tracks. "And it's embarrassing!" You shake your head, "I feel stupid, I feel like a fan not your colleague!" The tears are adding insult to injury and you urge them away. "It's always 'Shota needs this, Shota will be there, well think about Shota-' and you. 'Please do this for me' like I ever say no because you know!" "Know what?" He holds his hands up as you spin around. "Everything has been such a wreck since I met you." Your lip quivers, "and I'm so stupid, you could make me do anything and you know it and maybe you just wanted a friend but that's all you had to say!" "I think one of us is misunderstanding something-" "I know!" You drag your palm over the offending tears, "it's not a misunderstanding! I understand!" You're sniffling like a child, "at first it was just an admiration, infatuation, whatever. I'm sure you noticed, it would be impossible not to." You drop your bag too, the extra weight makes you want to crumble. "I didn't even have the resolve to ignore you for 8 flights of stairs. I thought it would go away! I went to see other guys, I met up with tons of guys, heroes, civilians, whoever!" "That's great, it's good that you're branching out I'm just not sure what-" "And there were romantic dates, lovely nights Shota, and- and...I was scared to death the whole time that I'd say your name instead. I was thinking about you, what you would order, what you like to drink, what kind of movies you like. Expensive, perfect dates, and I was thinking about hanging out with you in the teachers lounge." You push him back, he stumbles, he lets it happen. "And everyone is treating me like a fucking teenager about it, and you don't even have it in you to let me down!"

His normally brooding eyes look sympathetic, even when you shove him, "I think I misunderstood." "Misunderstood what? That I love you, and you treat me like a lovesick puppy to run your errands? I love you so much, I don't think I'll ever stop loving you. I'll love you more than anyone I ever meet! You could find me in fifty years when we are wrinkly and old and- and I have 40 grandkids and you could come to me, ask me to leave, to ruin my perfect, perfect life to be with you I would go. And it would be easy Shota." "I thought you were going on dates and branching out for your own..reasons, why would I assume you felt that way when you were going out once a month I didn't-" He looks at a loss, "of course I care about you. I didn't want to get in your way." "What?" You look at him in disbelief, "don't do this to me, don't hurt me Shota please this isn't a game-" "I know it's not- I'm not, I swear I wouldn't-" He sounds almost earnest, "I do care about you, I...enjoy all the time we spent together, and I wouldn't chase just anybody up 7 flights of stairs like this. And the others were..just trying to get us together, they were pushing me to say something to you, do something about the way I was feeling. At first I thought you were just infatuated with me sure, I wrote it off. But you stayed, you were genuine and kind and I liked having your help and I loved having you around, and I'm sorry I made you go out with Endeavor today. You're right, I know you always say yes to me, I should have been more mindful of the way you felt. I was never trying to take advantage of you. I would never want that, I do love you, I wanted you to come to it on your own but this all got so fucked up. So let's go now, okay? I don't want you to stand in this stairwell and cry, let's go get something to drink and we can talk about everything." His eyes never leave your face, "everybody adores you, especially me. I don't want you to think that's not the case-" You kiss him, you practically launch forward at him, like it was the easiest thing in the world. He accepts you just as easily, using the brief moments of reprieve to speak again, "or we could just go upstairs." "Let's just go upstairs."

Sekijiro Kan: "It's all-" you're shoving him, "your fault!" You shove him again, "you always do this!" Again, "why don't you trust me?!" Again, "I had it all under control!" He's nudged back but never off balance, letting you vent your frustrations into his chest, looking down at you a bit annoyed. "You were hurt, you were pushing yourself beyond your limits and I just stepped in-" He holds up his hands, "I do trust you." "I'm not hurt!" Your obvious injuries said otherwise, bruises and gashes scattered your arms, your nose was broken. The villian had gotten away when he stepped in to stop you, you would have broken your ribs or worse. "You were in pain you didn't have a clear head." "How do you know what was going on in my head?!" "I did know! It was nothing!" He finally snaps, "you get tunnel vision-" "So what?! I'm doing my job and who are you to call me dumb?" "I'm not calling you dumb-" "You are!" "Oh god." he rubs his eyes. "Sorry I'm just sooo much for you, it sucks you have to deal with me!" A dig at his choice of wording in the heat of the moment, Nemuri pointed out the struggle, wrapped up in her own, Kan had said he would "go deal with you." It was poor wording even he can admit that, he didn't know it would set you off. "Oh stop." He holds his hand up, "don't throw that back at me you know how I meant it." "I don't! I'm such a burden, I'm so stupid and weak and impulsive and I just want to help Vlad why can't you see I just wanna help?" "I know you do! But you're hurt, you did help! You got hurt though, you can't help anyone when you're out of commission! I was there, I had to stop it, we can catch that guy another time, I'll give it to you-" "you think this is about the arrest?" You leer back at him, "I don't care who arrests him, he's still out on the streets-" "But you're okay-" "It's my job to protect these people, and your's too!" "It's not so black and white." He warns you, "what was I supposed to do, let him kill you?" "Why do you think he would have? Why am I so weak to you? I'm sorry I'm smaller, I'm sorry I'm-" "That's not it, you would do the same for me!" "You're always butting in, always keeping an eye on me, like I'm a fucking chore to you!" "When did I ever say that?!" Sekijiro had been a good friend to you, you aren't sure why but you clicked, you liked the same foods and the same movies and you had the same idea of a good time, when you had a free moment to spare it was Sekijiro you were looking for. Everyone expected it, one day you'd be spotted together hand in hand, he'd mention you in a romantic way, you went together and the tension was palpable sometimes. Maybe you were a bit oblivious, or hot tempered with him at times, you knew about your flaws and you couldn't see a guy like him settling for someone with the issues you had. That being said, you still would chase your tail to impress him. "Please." He holds up his hands as you shove him again, "please be resonable. You know I don't feel that way about you. I don't want to fight I don't want to argue. I was worried about you, I'm sorry." "God now I'm the asshole, perfect."

"No!" He groans, "no I'm not trying to spin it like this. What's really the problem? I know you don't care about the villian, tell me what's the matter, please I can tell it's something else." He even sits down in a chair so he's looking up at you, "I don't want you to be mad at me like this, tell me why." "I just want to impress you! I want to be someone who is just as good as you are-" "You are! You're just as good as me! You're better than me, you're better than the best of us! You know that! Why do you think I don't feel that way?" "You're always jumping in, trying to save me to get me away from the fight to stop me from doing my job and you-I don't wanna be a chore to you!" "You are not a chore!" He sounds exasperated, not angry, "I love to watch you work, and to be around you I love seeing you do what you do and I love to help you, I'm sorry if that makes you think I see you as weak, I don't!" He even feigns crossing his heart. "I want to work with you, beside you because I think you're the best of us, really I do. I'm sorry I let the way I feel about you get in the way of your work." "What do you mean?" You look surprised at him, "what way do you feel?" "What?" "Sekijiro you just said the way you felt about me-" "I..." He looks like a deer in headlights, he furrows is eyebrows, "I guess..I just. I'm always on your case because I like to..be with you, and I can't even think about what I would do if something happened to you. Not because you're weak but because this work is dangerous and unpredictable. If it's too much I'll stop, I don't want to be in the way of your work, you do amazing work, I'm just enamored by it, by you." He shakes his head, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you in the right way." "I'm confused-" Your face is hot, "stop it this isn't funny.." "I'm not being funny, really I'm not. I'm sorry this got so out of hand. I didn't think you'd be so upset with me." "Of course I'm upset with you, why would I want you thinking I can't hold my own why I think so highly of you? When I feel the way I do?" "Are you saying you-" You laugh, "oh I'm sorry." You rub your face, "I'm sorry this is all a big misunderstanding." Your hands move to his shoulders, the side of his neck, "I didn't think you felt that way about me." "You couldn't tell I was falling in love with you? You're all I ever want to talk about." "I'm sorry I shoved you.. a lot." You rest a knee on the chair between his legs, "I'm sorry I got upset before you could explain, I'm thankful you're looking out for me." You don't let him reply before kissing him, he guides you into his lap, hands holding onto your waist. "I'm sorry I was hovering, I'm sorry I doubted you abilities-" "It's fine." You shush him, "We can make it up to each other I'm sure."

[taegimood]

epic need for your own thoughts on craveverse.. assign some kinks to the boys hehee

OMG WAIT WAIT RAHHHHHHHHHHHH i’m scared to get their characters wrong cuz they’re yours but i’ll try omg this is exciting wait

(edit: i accidentally added some plot in there lmao sorry also this is LONGG and these kinks aren’t anything taboo [for us at least 💀] but hopefully it’s still interesting~)

yeonjun: okay, do we need to say it? breeding kink. wants you to belong to him forever. wants your tummy full of the evidence that he was there. exhibitionism, he wants everyone to know you’re his and how good he can fuck the daylights out of you; he shamelessly fucks you around the others all the time, possessive as all hell, since he makes you share the living room together. also kisses you constantly, possessively, tongue in your mouth if he gets so much as an inkling that another member has their eyes on you when it’s yeonjun’s turn to keep you to himself, maintaining eye contact with said member as he kisses you until the younger backs down submissively. idk if there’s a name for this (is it the same as dumbification?) but loves it when you get into subspace.. loves knowing he fucked you completely dumb and has all the power over you. he loves spit.. always spitting in your mouth, spitting on your pussy before he rails it, spitting on his cock as he shoves it down your throat. loves it when you suck on his fingers and whine for him too <3 anything that shows you’re even remotely enjoying it, he’s all over that shit.. it helps aid how toxicly and utterly convinced he is that you belong together, forever. some could even argue that out of all of them, yeonjun might just have the most screws loose — you’d just never know it until you wake up one day and then suddenly you do.

soobin: SOOBIN… soobin is a closeted freak… if yeonjun saw half the things that went on in his submissive little member’s head, he’d be outraged lmao. although soobin doesn’t fuck you as often as some of the others do, he wants you just as much - he just doesn’t show it. has this fantasy of marking you, and covering your entire body too; he just wants to bite and nibble you everywhere and is always trying to scent you in small ways just subtle enough that yeonjun won’t notice and be set off. in his mind he’s making you his in his own tiny little ways. soobin is more possessive than you’d think (flashback to what i sent you about him shoving beomgyu to the floor) and as sweet as he is, he‘s also got a guilty pervertedness to him when you come crying to his bedside asking to be held… that’s right, I’M the one she needs. he also has a cockwarming kink for sure. will pump his cock into you nice and steady before keeping you there <3 whispers in your ear how your pussy was made just for him, but don’t tell yeonjun~ and of course i will forever be on the sticky cum soobin agenda - he has a fat creampie kink that he shamelessly exhibits every time he fucks you, will literally overstimulate himself just so he can keep fucking more and more and more of his thick cum into your little hole~ but he’s also just a sweetie and will kiss you all the time during sex too, taking full advantage of the moments when he can finally let his affection loose as opposed to his usual awkward demeanor when it comes to things like kissing outside of sex. leaves your lips swollen and wet from all the sucking and nibbling hehe

beomgyu: dacryphilia. wants to see you sob. also a breeding kink tbh for the pure sake of OWNING you, not about the actual outcome of pups.. like yeonjun, he loves when you get into subspace, but unlike yeonjun, there’s no affection there. it’s just the pure ego boost of knowing he can mold you into his own little cocksleeve. he has this secret cuckolding-esque fantasy of fucking your brains out while all the other boys sit and watch, while only he’s able to touch you.. sigh, if only yeonjun would let him. obviously has a degradation kink, he’s projecting onto you all the shit that he was constantly belittled with by his past female alpha </3 he’s so toxic lmao but — this may be controversial — deep deep DEEP deep DEEEEEP down…… there’s a part of him that really just wants to be seen. wants to be held. wants to be someone for somebody. it’s just so buried beneath all the rage and hurt and spite that you’ll never know it; and HE’LL never know it either tbh, so blinded by himself and his hatred. (the closest thing you get is when he pretends to be asleep so you can card your fingers through his hair and then grumbles about it later <3)

taehyun: sir kink? 🫣 ohhhhhhh….. taehyun. mr difficult to decipher. you’re convinced he hates you and he actually does except — he kind of doesn’t. as mean as beomgyu is, taehyun is nasty. sometimes it seems like he’s fucking you more out of anger and spite than out of the desire to get off. but he’ll be damned if he ever admits to you or anyone else how hard he actually gets when you clutch onto him desperately, the force of his thrusts shoving you up the bed, leaving your hands flying to grip onto the nearest stable thing, always choosing his firm and solid figure. he wants you to need him. he has a power kink, but not like some of the other boys.. he’s the most level-headed of the group, with an innate need to protect, that goes beyond basic possessiveness. so his size and strength kinks come into play when he can manhandle you any which way, even holding you right up in the air, practically folded in half as he fucks you stupid. he likes the fact that you can’t even overpower him if you tried. and deep down under the hate, he likes the fact that he can protect you against anything that tries to hurt you. so sometimes when he isn’t making you sob and cry from the nasty spite that oozes out of him as he pummels your pussy, he’s actually — don’t point this out to him or he’ll rip your head off — pretty focused on making you feel good in his own taboo way, just so you know it’s him that makes you feel this way, it’s him with all that power and strength who’s capable of all the worst and all the best that you could get.

kai: oh boy. kai is an anomaly. easily the sweetest member, while also easily the most RABID (not literally 😳) because like you’ve said, he’s still learning how to control his wolf. he has all these big emotions and senses that can stretch so far out of his grasp sometimes, he just can’t get a hold of himself… so when he’s in his rut… you better fucking prepare yourself. he wants all of you, everything he can get, so selfish and needy and ravenous when his cock is pistoning itself in and out of your pussy without restraint, holding your hips down with your ass up and face buried in the sheets, skin red and bruising from the force of his skin slapping against yours from behind; don’t know if this counts as a kink, but he’s constantly flipping you into different positions. it’s like he just can’t get enough. he’s a starved man when it comes to you AND - he’s one of the only members who has a massive pussy eating kink. he’ll overstimulate you into high heaven until you’re clawing at him and begging him to stop with your hips in the air as he eats you out like it’s his best and last meal. but when he’s not in rut, he loves to hold you down in his lap and finger you sweetly, licking and kissing at your neck and shoulders as you keen around his long agile fingers <3 loves his hair being played with but unlike grumpy gyu, he’ll actually admit to it and even ask for it after sex :’)

anyway… crave!txt has me in a death grip that i do not want to escape. all hail mother lia.

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[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — RIN x FEM READER

True love stares you in the face and calls you an idiot. 

wc — 1k

tags — fluff, post enemies to lovers

“Do you find me lovable?”

Rin squints at you. “Where is this coming from?” 

The question is wary, like you’re setting a trap, and he’s the rabbit that’s dumb enough to fall for it. To be fair, when you do mess with him, he does fall for it every single time. 

But not this time. 

“Don’t you think I’m annoying?”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Yeah, actually. Super annoying. Worst mistake of my life.” 

You stretch your leg out to kick him in the shin. He rips it back, yelping. 

“Be serious,” you scold. 

He blinks at you. When Rin is confused, it’s very obvious. He never manages to be ugly - it’s those sexy Itoshi genes - but his confused face comes the closest. He squints like he’s smelled something distasteful and his entire face screws up. His nose crinkles. His mouth puckers. 

Rin is, at heart, a very simple creature. If it’s not about football, he doesn’t tend to think too hard. He’ll make the attempt for you, but in general, he’s a little less developed than other people his age on important concepts like emotional awareness. 

You decide to throw him a bone. “Like when we met, remember?” 

It’s a memory that you laugh at now (okay, not now, because you’re in a mood at the moment, but in every other scenario). At the time, however, you went home and screamed into your pillow to escape from cringing at yourself every five seconds. 

It was your first day working for the Japanese National Football Team. You had been so excited to be here! Of course, it’s more glamorous to be playing the actual sport, but the team can only function at their best because of people like you.

Scanning in with your fancy new lanyard feels so professional. You still haven’t gotten over the excitement of a new job yet, and it’s written all over your face. Your new boss laughs when you tell her profusely how grateful you are to be here. She’s kind and funny. You can already see yourself fitting right in. 

“I don’t have too much for you right now,” she says. “Why don’t you go meet the team?”

Your eyes practically sparkle with delight. “Can I really?” 

“Sure! Just tell them I sent you,” she says. 

The football pitch isn’t attached to the main building, but a short walk away. Your head is in the clouds as you all but float down the sidewalk. You still can’t believe you’re really here, but when you pinch yourself, the world remains as clear and vivid as it was before. This is no dream. 

This is a nightmare, actually. The gates that allow you into training grounds are locked with a code that no one told you. You flutter around it, trying to decide what to do. Should you go back and bother your boss? You don’t want to seem stupid on your first day. You look around, but you don’t see anyone to ask. You pace around the lock again. 

You don’t know where to go. If there was someone you could ask, you wouldn’t know where to find them. How is it only your first day and you’re already messing up? 

“What’s the hold up?”

You gasp and whirl around to find Itoshi Rin, one of the star players who came out of the Blue Lock program. You’re starstruck, but that quickly fades as he pushes past you to put the code in. He doesn’t even hold the door open for you, leaving you to rush to grab it before it swings shut. At least you’re inside the facility now. 

The coworkers you meet are much nicer than Rin. Even though your boss told you not to work today, they’re so friendly you don’t mind pitching in. As the players trickle in to warm up, you run around offering water bottles and balls. It’s starting to feel like an okay day, especially because Rin doesn’t seem to recognize you from this morning. 

When you offer him a bottle, he takes it with a nod of appreciation, so you know it’s not personal. It’s not that reassuring to think that he might just be a bit of an asshole, but at least it’s not targeted. 

Whatever your feelings on Rin are, he’s undeniably an incredible player. When he scores, every member of the staff stops to watch the arc of the ball. It’s perfect. It’s a thing of beauty. 

You’re working up a sweat yourself carrying out the tasks you’re asked to do, so when the team finally wraps up, you’re grateful to finally start heading home. You pick up a stray ball heading your way and deposit it in the nearest basket, but a hand catches yours before you can let the ball drop. 

“Are you stupid? That doesn’t go in there,” Rin says, taking it from you and trotting across the field to another basket. 

Your jaw drops. 

You hate this man. 

But in a few months, he’ll take you on your first date, and you’ll be head over heels. You still don’t remember why or when it happened, just that one day Rin showed up with an apology and a dedication to doing better. 

“When did it change?” You ask, curious now. 

“I dunno,” Rin says. “Probably when you called me stupid after I fumbled the keys you gave me.” 

“What?” You laugh at him. 

“I’m serious! I was like oh, that was kind of shitty of me.” 

“Sometimes I wonder how you’re still alive.” 

“I’m a professional football player, not a therapist,” he says. 

You hold your tongue about how emotional awareness was not a trait relegated to therapists alone. 

“Anyway,” he adds, reaching for you. You stumble and nearly fall on top of him, but he doesn’t mind. “You’re still kind of stupid. But that’s what I like about you.” 

“Rin,” you say, slowly like you’re talking to a very dumb toddler. “You forgot to hit start on the washing machine this morning.”

It doesn’t phase him. “I know I’m stupid too. That’s why we work.”

[animeyanderelover]

Request: Can I get a yandere ciel and yandere sakamaki with male reader? It's not homophobic but like male reader is just... Confused on how they can fall for a guy. Specifically him please and thank you!

So, I already did something very similar to this before with Ciel and the Sakamaki brothers so I will only add the characters in here that I haven’t done in this previous request.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, manipulation, harrassment, violence, isolation, abduction, death, male s/o

But you're a guy!

Ayato Sakamaki

🥇​Ayato is already plenty confused himself about the fact that he fell for another guy yet obviously he won't allow you to express the same feelings that he is currently experiencing. In fact he actually gets rather pissed whenever you express any confusion about how you can fall for another man as this isn't the gender you find yourself attracted to. Obviously a part of him is sane enough to realise that he can't just expect you to flip your entire sexuality overnight yet another part of him just hates seeing you being all bewildered as you look at him. Would you stop looking at him like this?! It is interesting to see the mixture of anger, confusion and disbelief playing out in Ayato as he struggles for a while to comprehend what he is even supposed to do with you, although he is the one who abducted you in the first place. Sometimes he starts ranting about how he is better than some dumb, emotional girl anyways before he realises what he is doing and snaps at you to stop laughing even if you don't even do that, his head threatening to start smoking with the embarrassment he is feeling in that moment. He's still going to some lengths to establish himself as the dominant part in this relationship.

Kanato Sakamaki

🧸​Whilst a man isn't his usual target group, Kanato accepts the situation quickly as he doesn't question his attachment too much. That implies by no means that you can even think about relaxing though because he is screwed over in his head. Kanato is extremely jealous, all the more whenever he picks up the signals that you do not consider him as someone you could ever love. Whenever you do as much as looking in the direction of some other girl, he murders her and in the worst case he is even gifting you strands of her hair, her eyes or even shows you the doll he turned her into before he burns it down in front of you so that he can erase her image permanently from your mind. There are some things that don't change, regardless of what gender his darling is though. He will still insist on matching plushies, the tea parties and the outfits to doll you up, though since you are a man he will find you other pretty clothes that aren't dresses. His proneness to violence stays prominent though, especially if you dare to question how you could feel attracted to another man. The pain is the least scary part though as you instead dread it much more when he asks you for names of women who must have seduced you.

Laito Sakamaki

🎹​Normally he has always gone after women and his attraction for a guy is fairly new to him yet he takes it as an exciting and new challenge. There is a new kind of thrill as he goes after you and he doesn't shy away from being a pervert to you as he has been to the women in his life as he enjoys exploring the body of a man for the first time in his life. He's aware of your attractio solely lying in the opposite gender yet he doesn't care about that piece of information as he just goes after what he wants. If you have a silly crush on a girl, he will simply bully her until she avoids you. He hangs around you all the time, prepared to spew hurtful and insulting words to every girl you show an interest in. Lashing out at him is like giving him what he wants as he can't help but be entertained by almost all emotions you display. This openly flirtatious and seducing behavior continues even after the abduction, though now you really have no way avoiding him anymore. You are instead stuck with Laito all of the time as he clings to you, the clinginess only fueled by his intrigue that he fell in love with a man. Now both of you have a lot of time to get to know each better though~

[vamph00n]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺Addictive ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺

|Hoon!!xfemreader!!

|-Mostly smut disguised with a plot.

|-In which y/n keeps Sunghoon around, even thought she’s not into being tied down to a relationship, and sunghoon believes he can fix her. That’s till he finds out she’s been whoreing around behind his back.

Wc:3,5k

A/n: not proofread lol

TW! Under the cut!

- drinking, alcohol, anger sex, oral, (fem and male), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, cum eating, breeding kink, intended impregnation, dacryphillia, boobplay, humiliation, slapping(like once only), toxic!reader, simp!Hoon, switch!hoon, switch!reader, etc…..(there’s a lot)

Enjoy :)

“Typical Goody Two Shoes,” is a term she’d describe him. Friends, colleagues, and even her own family, where surprised to say the least. She’d be bombarded with invasive questions, “Alright, what was the agreement.” Her friends asked when they first met her lover. She’d reassure them that there was no “agreement,” and that they where in a happy relationship. Bullshit. Of course, no matter how dark the rose tinted glasses were, her friends could see right through them. “Yeah right, you fucking maneater” they’d refute jokingly. “Would’ve thunk you’d find a Lucifer to your Lilith, but looks like you found yourself a Gabriel.” As much as she wanted to talk her shit, they were right, the man wasn’t even phased. He just smiled on as he sat beside her, staring into her lust ridden eyes. The same smile that made her heart melt when she first saw him. “I can be your Lucifer, if you want me to be.”

Park Sunghoon, the man who’d ask for her permission to hold her hand, the man who would delicately sweep the hair away from her eyes, and the man who held her tender body in bed as he made passionate love to you through the night; in her brain, he was simply not capable of being anything near as devilish. No matter the way she acted towards him,and no matter the circumstances. She could’ve tried to break up with him,shatter his heart, and he’d still come back, entangled in her legs. Instead, she’d insist they needed breaks. This was her game, seeing how many times he’d come back to her. Not for her love, or even her herself for a matter of fact. He’d only come back for one thing, her addictive cunt. Her juices around his dick made him feel a different kind of high. A sip of liquid gold, is what it felt like being beneath her, in pure ecstasy as she’d let him empty his load into her swollen walls. But what he saw as a passionate act of pleasure, was just you fucking him to get yourself off, riding his meat till you where satisfied, and he was overstimulated. The only reason he thought so fondly of your lovemaking, is the fact you thought his heart was too tender to spew obscenities at him when you engulfed him with your wet core; and the fact he thought he was the only man in your life. Despite this, it has always been clear it wasn’t a serious relationship. So why did he stay? Well, he had a strong conviction, a goal perhaps, that just maybe, you’d be the one crawling back to him. That maybe, if he played a dumb whore in your game, you’d stop and realized you needed him. This twisted mindset made his pants feel a little tighter around his crotch. A sick feeling that made his cock twitch, and drip with precum as he bit his lip, but for now, he was more than content with playing a pawn in your game. Because that way, at least your love seemed real.

Of course this screwed up a lot of things for him, but he wasn’t ashamed. One night he’d spend tangled up in her bed, and the other he’d spend in his own, jerking off to her. His friends found him especially odd, the way he talked about you, and the things he’d let you do to him put a bad taste in their mouths. He too had his fair share of things he’d to to you, all of the nasty things he’d do if you didn’t objectify him, and his cock. “Only gonna let her have all of me when she straightens out” he’d tell his friends. But to them, it sounded like a whole lot of bull. He had turned soft on you, and had let your little game run longer that it should’ve.

It was another Friday night, he drank with his friends after a long day of work, and ever since your fling started with him, their conversations where always the same. They always started from “how’s everyone’s relationships going,” to “you need to cut ties with her Sunghoon.” Jake in particular was against her, “You need to get the fuck away from her,” he said downing a shot. Sunghoon fiddled with his glass, “here he goes again.” Jay looks down at his empty cup, “For real, if i took a shot each time your ass went back to her, I’d die from alcohol intoxication. Speaking of which, you’re not gonna drink anymore?” Sunghoon pushed his empty shot glass aside,

“I’m just sobering up for the drive,”

“Oh the drive back home? You didn’t take a cab?” Jake pondered.

Scilence filled the air, the and the sound of clinking as his friends poured more soju into their cups. Sunghoon’s friends looked at each other, they knew what was up. The way his eyes fazed out, as he thought of you, he needed your heat.

“Don’t tell me your going back to that bitch? Didn’t you guys take your ‘break’ just a couple of days ago?” Sunghoon looked at both of them, “we all know that slut needs me more than I do, besides, shes never going to leave me”

You were taking a nice steamy shower, and you hear your doorbell, then a ‘click’. Someone had used a key to open your door. While it could’ve been on of the many guys you slept with, there’s only one man you gave a copy of it. “I’m the shower!!” You shouted. You already knew it was Sunghoon, one of the many men you had wrapped around your finger. Sure, he was a good guy, at least for the first few days you “dated” before it turned into what it is now. He took you on dates, and bought you things. Guys like him always made the space between your thighs a bit wetter, because there was always a chance they would fuck you senseless in bed. Maybe he’d finally put an end to your behavior, but time proved you wrong (or so you thought.) Sunghoon just being here made your head go fuzzy, your imagination went wild. Being the obedient man he always presented himself as, you knew he wouldn’t be so rash to hop in the shower with you and fuck you then and there. “He’s not that type of guy,” you thought to yourself as you scrub your hair. “I wish he was.” Of course someone with such a wide pallet of sexual preference, you got bored. So, you’d go meddle around with other men while you and Sunghoon were on a “break,” in fact you were supposed to see someone else tomorrow night, but you didn’t think your boy toy would come back so quickly. So why? Why did you stay with him? You knew your appetite for dick was insatiable, so why push him away every other week, and fool around with some random men? The answer wouldn’t be so simple, maybe it the way you felt powerful when he showed back up at your apartment, or maybe it’s the way he’d give you back hugs in the morning after, and made you breakfast. When you guys weren’t going at it, it made everything seem less superficial, which scared you, but it made you feel something other than lust. So in retrospect, you couldn’t leave him.

The man was waiting for you to finish showering, as he placed himself on your couch. Call him crazy, but he could still smell the addictive scent of your core, on the pillows where you made love to him a week ago in this toxic cycle. He peered around in your dim lit living room, and he heard a notification, aswell as seeing the light of your cellphone. It was unlocked, and it was on the last app you where using. It was morally wrong for him to look through your phone, but it wasn’t exactly ok for you to play this lust filled game with him either. So he scrolled through it, and an audible gasp slip past his lips, as he saw your messages with a man dubbed “LHs.” He went through your chat with him, and the many nudes you both exchanged. He never felt so disappointed, and angry. His hand gripped the phone so hard, he could’ve broke the screen. He knew this relationship wasn’t serious, he knew you only wanted to see him for his dick. So why did it upset him so much? Maybe it’s the fact he never thought you’d cheat on him, for some reason it just wasn’t a possibility in his mind. Or maybe it’s because his philosophy about fixing you was so strong, he would’ve never let you cheat on him. He didn’t want to cry, or let himself, but he did. Tears streaming down his face, as he used his knuckles to wipe them away. None the less, he came here for one thing, pussy. And he was gonna get it, but he wasn’t gonna take your shit anymore. Part of him felt sad, he was attached to you, and the impossible idea that you’d straighten out just for him. Well, if you weren’t gonna fix your act on your own, he’d make you.

You came out of your bathroom, dressed in nothing but a shirt and underwear, because it’s not like you’d need much clothing tonight anyways, and you saw him sitting on your bed. He stayed silent and didn’t look at your face. His face glistened as the lamp in your room illuminated it. “Back again huh? Only been two days since our break,” you cooed, as your hands made their way up his thighs ghosting his crotch. As furious as he was, Sunghoon didn’t want to pounce on her quite yet, “I let her have her fun first.” She looked at his face, his eyes slightly red, and he smelt of alcohol. Almost squirming in delight, at his disheveled nature. “Let me take care of you,” you purr as you straddle him. His lips press against yours, as you grind back and forth on his clothed manhood, cunt already dripping, making a small pool in your panties. His hands made their way to your head, pushing your lips deep onto his, his tongue intertwining with yours. “Fuck, you really need me huh? What a whore,” you’re breathless as you tease him. Sunghoon can’t stop thinking about it, how you slept with another guy, and his rage is visible in his pursuit as he kisses you. Suddenly your heated make out turned into a battle, as he bites your lip, making his way down your neck. Her skin so smooth, and soft, he wanted to leave marks of purple and red all over it. “Fuck, what’s gotten into him?” She thought, trying to hold back whimpers from the pure bliss his mouth was doing to her. He then pushes her down into the bed, trapping her beneath him. You had no idea what was happening, he looked livid, like an animal in heat waiting to that’s been waiting to devour her. It was hard to piece together coherent sentences, because you felt your core grow wetter by the second. “You’re such a fucking whore y/n,” he growled in your ear. “S-Sunghoon what are you talking about?” She tries to say innocently, knowing damn well he caught her. “Don’t act like an idiot, I saw your texts with that guy.” She was really in trouble now, but there was definitely something different about him today. “Hoon, I’m sorry, it’s just….um..I’ll make it up to you!” Knowing you’re gonna sound like a bitch, you don’t elaborate further. He smirks at you, and his hand made his way to your heat, already riled up with your juices. You can’t stand keeping your voice down now, his fingers work circles on your clit, as your back arches in pleasures. He fucks faster into you, causing the hottest friction in your sopping wet pussy, “Please-god, go faster!” You moan in desperation to meet your high. A malicious grin spread his face, “Wouldn’t you rather be riding my cock doll? Or are you getting tired of me?” He asks you. Your eyes roll, your an absolute mess. Your dizzy for it, you start to move your hips against his hand. He smacks your cunt, and you yelp out at the action, “I’m not gonna let you cum till I say so, and if you try to pull anything, I’m gonna edge you till you fucking cry my name.”

Tears from the pleasure well up in your eyes, and he’s quick to use you however he wants. He removes your shirt, revealing your erect nipples pointing out to him, he shoved his face into them, sucking your sensitive tits. You start to feel like you owe him an apology, always using him however you want, but never letting him do anything he want a to you. Maybe that’s why you go so bored in relationships, you always did what you wanted, but never let other do what they want. “Sunghoonn, I’m…I’m.. sorr-“ you can’t seem to finish your sentence, only having your clit being toyed with but you already feel so drunk on pleasure. There was no mistaking it, he had visible enjoyment on his face now,“That’s right, this tight hole is all mine, if you get to own my dick I get to own you. No way I’m gonna ever let you cheat on me.” His fingers speed up, your mouth hanging agape, holding back you climax. A shit eating grin displays on his face, and his fingers invade your hole. You throw you head back, gripping onto the sheets as your core clenches around his fingers. “Bet you wanna do this to my cock huh?” His voice rings, “too bad though, sluts like you get enough cock.” You can’t tell if your being humiliated, or punished, but one things for sure, you couldn’t hold back your high anymore. Your voice becomes more labored, and your heat is throbbing uncontrollably.

“Shit, Hoon, I think I’m gonna…mhmm!” His fingers pull out from your wet hole, and are stuffed into your mouth. Pussy clenching on nothing, but your orgasm still crashing into you. Fluids dripping from your core, and the taste of your own, on his fingers shoved in your mouth. “I don’t recall telling you to cum,” he say lowly, as his face closes in on yours. Your eyes shut, at his cold breath, but your feel his fingers collect your slick. “Open your eyes doll, I want you to see how good I think you taste.” So dirty, so nasty, so goddamn hot. Your eyes fix on him, as he licks his fingers clean. Already you feel yourself grow wet again. He demands you to get up, and frankly you’re tired of being ordered around, so your don’t listen. “Don’t make this hard doll,” his voice rings mockingly. Still wanting to keep your pride, you don’t listen, then a loud audible smack on your thigh fills the room. “Just get up.” You do as your told, and you see him quickly unbuckle his pants, and his hard member sprang out.

“Suck,” he commanded. Your hand wrapped around his shaft as you took him in your mouth. You bob up and down on him feeling precum drip from his tip. You fondle with his balls, and stroke him whilst sucking, your tongue swirls around it. His head jolts back, as his hands pull up your hair into a makeshift ponytail. He uses his force to sink your head deeper into your cock, “I can’t!” You try to say through muffled tears. Sunghoon tried not to care, but he sees he’s hurting you. A pop sound comes from your mouth as he forces himself off you, and he brings his eyes to your own teary ones. “I think you owe me an apology,” he says looking at you, “an apology for everything you’ve done to me.” He takes your hand squeezing it “oh no,” you thought. There’s that feeling again, that ache in your heart when he looks at you like that. That same feeling that made you reconsider your relationship with him, and the strong attachment you actually had to him. Although you want to say sorry, it’s like muscle memory for you to sass back at him. “Not till you let me ride you, doll” you throw his own words back to him. Sunghoon grins, knowing damn well your already exhausted. He strips himself of his pants and lays on your bed. “Go ahead, let me see you try.” Your legs are already shaking from exhaustion. you straddle him, aligning his penis with your entrance, and you sit down on him. That addictive feeling, the feeling of your cunt squeeze his dick. You look down, trying to get a hold of yourself and you see his bulge in your stomach. It makes your head go fuzzy, and your body go limp. “Your turning stupid on me y/n.” He groans. “C’mon, don’t you wanna ride me? Don’t you know your lucky I let you? Hmm?” Tears drip from your pretty face, and you start to bounce up and down on him. His head tilts, he sees the tears in your eyes, and bites his lip. “Look at you go.” He teases. Your legs are starting to give out, as your tight cunt sucks him in. “Sunghoon, I can’t, I can’t keep going.” You sob. He’s quick to flip you onto your back, and kisses your teary face. His eyes lock with yours, and he gives you that dreamy bedroom gaze. “I want you to fuck me Sunghoon, I want you to use me.” His teeth graze your lips before he lifts them to whisper into your ear. “Be carful what you wish for.”

Suddenly his hips snap against yours, and he speaks up, “your safe word is cheater”

“What a way to rub it in huh?”

“Shut your mouth before I make you.”

Skin on skin, he rammed his dick into you, your abused hole clenching, and dripping from the many orgasms he had already gave you from rutting into you for hours. His eyes start to close, as he feels himself writhing. Your cum giving him slick to keep his cock lubricated, and your poor defenseless body at his disposal. He’d been edging himself for a while, because he didn’t feel you deserve his hot seed in you. “Sunghoon,” you whimper out, “just cum in me already.” He looks at your tearstained fucked out face, with a cocky grin inflating his ego by ten fold. “I should huh? Put a fucking kid in you hm?” You couldn’t tell if he was spewing out nonsense because he was fucked out, or if your were too fuck out to see he was telling only the truth. His hips thrusted his sensitive member into your gummy walls, as they throbbed, mixing your liquids with his. This addictive cunt, the dumbing drip it had that always left him pussydrunk. It felt euphoric, and after seeing it in a different light, now he was certain he couldn’t leave you, and he wouldn’t let you leave him.

“Gonna put a kid in this pussy,” he said as you felt yourself panic. “Your joking right? You’ll pull out right?” You gasp as you feel his cock glide in and out of your hole faster. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again.” Sunghoon doesn’t respond, all he has to show for it is a shit eating grin on his face. “What if I’m not joking? Because I think knocking you up with a kid will keep you from cheating.” Your head starts to snap back, and you start to feel a funny feeling in your stomach. His cock twitches in you, and he sees your face. Utterly entranced bye your fucked out face, his breath becomes labored, he’s seeing stars with every pump into you. He’s becoming a messy whore for you, and he’s even willing to put another life into your belly. “It this was people call possessive?”

“I’m gonna gonna cum into your whore ass, so you can’t leave me. I’m gonna fuck you dumb, doll.” He spits at her face. He takes one of his hands, and spits on it, bringing it to your clit rubbing it to help you reach your high. Your a babbling mess, your body starts to convulse as he plunged harder into your depths. His brain start to short circuit, he’s now grunting obscenities at you. He feels a wave of emotions hit him, as he pounds into you, “Your such a bitch, you don’t realize how much I fucking love you.” He says as he sits you up, bringing his body closer to yours. He lets delicate moans slip past his lips, as he hugs you, pulling your waist in closer. “He loves me?” You can’t help but repeat that line in your head over and over as his cock drags against you. “God this pussy is all mine, gonna cum.” He moans into your ear. You had been mostly silent the whole time, but your emotions got the best of you, and now you couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck, Sunghoon! I’m so sorry, sorry for playing with your heart, I want to fix things with you! I’m done sleeping around, I just want you.” She spews out.

“Yeah baby? What are you gonna let me do huh? What do you say? Gonna let me knock you up?” Your eyes roll back into your head, ready to release, all he needs to do is say the words. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You say wrapping your legs around his waist, “Knock me up Sunghoon! Put your fucking kids into me! I’ll never fucking leave you!” A few pumps after, and his balls start to ache for release. You feel his length reach the deepest part of your cunt, and his semen spurts into you as your own liquids shot out. “Gonna stuff you with all of my cum.” He moans out shakily, as he fucks the pool of arousal back into you.

You lay in bed after the wild ride you just had, and you both had just been hugging in silence for the past thirty minutes. Sunghoon gets up and grabs his pants off the floor. You know he was going to leave, because why would he stay with you? But you at least thought he’d spend the night. This always happened, but you where always the one to send him away. So why did it hurt so much?

“Gonna get going y/n, see you another time.” He said as he buckled his belt. He gave you a quick peck on the head, and started to head out. Urgency and regret plagued your heart as you see him walk out, and you grab his hand to stop him. “What I said earlier was serious, let’s make this work.” You said with your eye’s glistening. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. You bring his face ti look directly at yours. “Baby,” he sighs, “let’s just talk about it another time yeah? I went a little overboard, so let’s just take a break.”

His words sting your heart, and you know it’s all your fault, and you see him wave at you begrudgingly as he leaves your apartment building. But like every other time, you know he’ll come back, and you know he loves you now, so it should’ve felt ok right?

You splash you face with water, and see how ruined you were. Sitting on the counter you see a shiny aluminum medicine package of your birth control taunting you. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

You shakily count the amount you had, and it wasn’t adding up. You had forgotten to take it.

Fuck

A/n: hi guys! First fic I wrote on tumblr, and I know the ending is kinda bitter, and ended on a open note, but I don’t rlly like romanticizing toxic relationships, but they sure are fun to write. Anyways thank you for reading!!!

[tequiilasunriise]

I am so in love with this volume because I am so in love with the way Blake Belladonna is finally allowing herself to love Yang, you feel me?

Blake has always had this love fer Yang, we all watched their slowburn unfold over several volumes, but she kept this love close to her heart and only let that affection slip through cracks of her walls and/or during dire life or death situations. The simple, domestic, everyday ways to express love? Holding hands just because and softer words spoken freely and casually? Blake couldn’t do it because she was still afraid.

Afraid to hurt Yang and scare her away with her affections, because she had hurt Yang so much already and couldn’t bear to risk burdening her even more. She had left, she had abandoned the one person who she trusted most, and she had to prove she was staying for good this time. They still had to repair their friendship first and foremost.

Afraid to be the one hurting for exposing herself, because love had burned her once so throughly before. She trusts Yang with her life, but that haunting nightmare that is Adam makes it hard fer her to trust the brightest thing in her life with her heart. Blake had to overcome the bullish knife hanging over her head before she could be in another relationship.

And then when these issues were slowly getting resolved, Blake still held back. Sure, there were more tender moments between them, but they were more brief and far between. Blake was still holding back because this slowburn slowdance was all she knew when it came to Yang. They had to focus on the threat of Salem, of Atlas falling, of all that. It was better to play it safe, now was still not the right time.

But then? But then Blake watched Yang die, and suddenly all those cautious moments of ‘playing it safe’ racked up to an indescribable amount of missed opportunities and regret. Suddenly waiting all this time for the ‘right’ time didnt matter at all anymore because Blake completely ran out of any time.

Blake isn’t going to hold back anymore, she’s finally comfortable enough to be who she always was deep down under those trauma walls, this openly affectionate silly goofy little book nerd who just wants to make her beloved smile, and she’s going to absolutely s h o w e r Yang with flirty tones and dumb jokes and longing touches and be such a dorky romantic because she doesn’t want to waste anymore time. As Weiss spoke fer all of us, it’s, “About time”. The ‘right’ time is right the fuck now screw that ‘not concerned with sands of time’ bullshit she wants to kiss this stupid pretty face and she WILL let Yang know. I think about Blake this volume and I’m just SO PROUD OF HER. Nothing like a little taste of death to push a slowburn along, huh? Seriously though, witnessing Blake’s arc come full circle to open up and be the person she once was before Adam crushed her into taking up as little space as possible, before she deemed herself as nothing but a coward and a fool, seeing her laugh and smile openly and shoot every damn shot she can- it’s so, so damn good.

Anyways, I am also in love with Yang Xiao Long having no idea how to handle Blake being incredibly openly in love with her. 10/10 watching experience, truly.

[radioappleheadcanons]

Part 2 of this headcanon which was bouncing around my head and which @redwolf0413 freed

Alastor, for all he rags on Lucifer for being upset with him for what dream!Al, does the same. Or, well he’s only really done it once but the drama he caused was far more than any the blond had. The dream in question was one where Lucifer ended up being charmed by Vox, stopped supporting Alastor, and trash-talked several topics that Alastor trusted him with.

The deer demon was livid about it. It didn’t matter that he knew the king wouldn’t use those things against him. It didn’t matter that Vox was quite literally the person he was angry about Alastor interacting with. Doesn’t matter that no longer supporting him would hurt Charlie. None of it matters. He was just angry.

So angry that he, much like his partner, refused to talk and was very snippy with everyone else. But he is aware that he’s being hypercritical which is part of why he refuses to talk. Eventually, someone makes a comment comparing his behavior to Lucifer’s and he stiffens, which gives him away. Lucifer is a little annoyed about this. Because he knows how it feels, and it makes sense but at least he tells Alastor so they can fix it. After several attempts to get it out of him, the others give up. Alastor clearly isn’t going to be talking to them anytime soon. Charlie makes up an excuse to send the pair of them off to an empty part of the Hotel, hoping that if it's just the two of them, Alastor will talk.

They get to the room they’re supposed to be setting up. Alastor is still ignoring the king. Lucifer is getting exasperated. Neither of them noticed the drone outside the window. Why is there a drone you might ask?

Well, this is after the accidental broadcast incident and Vox is determined to find out who this mysterious fake rival is. Lucifer is behind a pillar, putting up décor, so he’s not in frame. Alastor is because he’s a drama queen who refuses to help. Lucifer finally gets him to talk by mentioning how he’ll do anything in his power to fix whatever dream!him did. Alastor immediately lets it out and snaps about what happened.

Vox scrambles to turn the audio on the drone, cursing Velvette for convincing him that he was being dumb having them at full power and completely on at all times. By the time he gets it working, and the drone close enough to hear, Alastor is finishing his rant. “And that is the kind of slight I cannot forgive!” Vox is thrilled. If this is the supposed worthy rival, they’re screwed up really badly! Worse than even Vox had when they had their falling out.

He can’t hear the other person, and seriously? Again? Do they have some kind of muffle voice magic?

“Well yes, I know it’s a misunderstanding! But it’s still unforgivable! …. Yes, he is. I know! I am well aware that I am not being reasonable! Do you think I’m happy about it?…… No, but……. I suppose you're right. What? No comment about how you're right?…. That’s sweet of you. You are disgustingly sweet, you know that?…… Hmmm yes, you did promise that, didn’t you? A risky thing, to promise to do anything to fix this….. What if I asked you to swear to me, with a binding promise, not to interact with him?…. It is not unreasonable!…… Well fine, I suppose never interacting is extreme. How about never taking his side?…… When would that even happen?….. Oh! I do like that wording! Yes, a binding promise for that will do.”

Vox is outraged. How dare Alastor do this? Agree to forgive something he swore he never would, letting the perpetrator have a say in the terms of forgiveness. To be so open and willing to explain why he was upset with them.

Things he had never given Vox the chance to do. He’s furious, and shorts out the power, as well as the drone. This draws RadioApple’s attention, and they go to tell the others. Alastor, feeling much better though still mad at Vox, volunteers to visit the Vees to see what they’re up to. Velvette calls Vox when the Radio Demon gets there, unaware that she should handle the situation. Vox comes up and just starts screaming at the other.

When it becomes clear that the other Overlord has no clue who the other person in the conversion was nor why they were fighting Alastor laughs, pleased, and leaves. Vox is still having his meltdown. Velvette regrets her decision to not just deal with Alastor herself.

[cherienymphe]

The Less I Know The Better X (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: NON-CON TOUCHING, eventual DUB-CON, jealousy, manipulation, underage drinking, drug use, mild unhealthy relationship, eventual violence, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary:  When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

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JJ liked being right.

In fact, JJ loved being right.

He loved that satisfaction that came with knowing he wasn’t as dumb as he thought. With knowing that his street smarts weren’t just in his head and were good for something. He loved knowing that his intuition, that the gut feeling that had been eating away at him was right.

Now, was one of those times.

Did he hate that he’d made you cry? More than anything. He hated watching your face fall, watching your eyes turn glassy and your lips tremble. JJ hated the way your breathing picked up and your words started jumbling together and just watching your face completely crumble. He hated that he’d done that, but he hated that Rafe had almost killed you even more.

He hated that you’d argued…again. He hated that Rafe had interfered, getting in between a discussion that wasn’t any of his business. JJ remembered how much he’d wanted to punch the other guy then, not just for inserting himself, but for what he’d done that led to the argument in the first place. He hated the way you placed yourself in front of Rafe, as if JJ was the bad guy, the aggressor. As if Rafe needed protecting from him instead of probably the other way around.

More than anything, he hated that you’d slapped him.

You had never hit him before, not seriously anyway, and it had stung more than just his face. The comparison had been less about Rafe and his dad…and more about you and him. The fact that you could see plain as day how bad Rafe was for you, how badly he’d screwed up, and still find a way to make excuses. JJ hated it.

…but he loved being right about Rafe more.

He wouldn’t lie. He didn’t like that it had to come to this. JJ really didn’t like that you almost had to die in the process. Just the thought of you in that truck with Rafe, scared for your life that you’d mistakenly put in Rafe’s hands. It was enough to make him see red, and he tossed a twig into the fire, jaw clenched. God, did he hate that…but he loved being right.

He loved that Rafe, in true Rafe fashion, had screwed up like JJ always knew he would.

Now, everyone else saw it too.

“Ward’s completely cracked down,” Sarah sighed from next to him. “He found any stash Rafe was hiding and threw it out.”

JJ snorted at that, under the impression that Rafe was going to be shitty with or without the drugs.

“He hasn’t let Y/N see him in weeks…”

He, and everyone else, perked up at that.

“I thought we didn’t see her much because she was spending more time with Rafe, somehow,” Kie murmured.

Sarah shook her head, the fire glinting off of her blonde hair.

“My dad’s like…well, a warden. Rafe’s on complete lockdown…and she comes by…every few days, just wants to see him…talk to him, and Ward is completely against it.”

JJ’s gaze found the ground at that, frowning.

“He hasn’t been her biggest fan, but seeing how much she cares about Rafe,” Sarah whispered. “I mean, she was willing to take the blame for the crash, you know?”

“Stupid,” John B. commented.

“…or sweet,” Kie argued.

JJ rolled his eyes at that, taking another sip of beer.

“Either way, my dad’s much nicer to her, now. I think he even likes her a bit, probably feels bad for her. I don’t think he gets how anyone can like Rafe as much as she does, but…”

Sarah trailed off with a shrug, and all JJ could think about was you going back and forth to Figure 8 to try and see Rafe. It made him sick, and he sat his beer down.

“He almost killed her,” JJ finally spoke up, looking around the fire at each of them. “…or did you forget?”

His eyes rested on Kie as he said that, and she at least had the right to look sheepish, glancing away.

“His truck rolled how many times? And hit a tree? She was bleeding, she had a concussion, and Topper said she could barely walk.”

His voice was getting louder, tone growing colder.

“That’s his fault. Not indirectly, but straight up his fault!”

Pope sighed, stabbing at the ground with a stick, shaking his head.

“JJ’s right,” he finally agreed. “It’s Rafe, so I don’t think any of us expected this to be smooth sailing, but… This isn’t some little thing.”

JJ gestured to Pope with a shrug.

“He could’ve killed her,” he continued with a nod. “…and her wanting to protect him by taking the fall isn’t really what I would call sweet. It’s concerning.”

“Thank you,” JJ breathed, standing and throwing a quick glare at Kie.

She frowned back at him with huff.

“Yes, all of that’s right, but what are you saying? We need to tell her to dump her boyfriend? Her first boyfriend who, up until this point, didn’t treat her like anything less than perfect?”

“Up until the point where he almost killed her, you mean,” John B. threw in, causing Sarah to throw him a look.

“I’m just saying that Y/N is going to do what she wants to do, and I don’t think ganging up on her and telling her to dump Rafe is going to work,” she continued.

Everyone was quiet at that…because Sarah was right.

…and JJ hated it.

It hadn’t just been weeks since Rafe had gotten high, crashed his truck, and almost killed you in the process. It hadn’t just been weeks since you’d slapped him, looking at him like he’d said the worst thing imaginable to you. It had also been weeks since he’d stayed over at your place, showing up at your door self-mutilated and relieved when you fawned over him. It had been weeks since he’d woken up to the sound of you and Rafe, staring in your bedroom like some creep while the other blond fucked you.

It had been weeks since he realized that he was jealous of Rafe, that he wanted to be in his place.

Weeks since JJ realized he wanted to be your boyfriend instead.

The admission had been met with so much pushback, so much denial. He had stumbled away from your door, quick to leave your house altogether. JJ’s head had been spinning, heart racing as he thought about you and everything he’d been feeling these past months. You were his best friend, and you were dating the guy he hated most, so of course he was irritated more than usual.

Of course, he got angry at every mention of him and every thought of you two. It made sense that the sight of you kissing was enough to make his stomach churn. Why wouldn’t he be distrustful of your new boyfriend when it was Rafe Cameron? You meant the world to JJ and Rafe was nothing but trouble. His feelings weren’t out of the ordinary.

…and that was what he’d been determined to prove.

The night before movie night, he’d found himself at some small get together on the beach. He had been determined to find some girl, fuck the shit out of her, and release every bit of anger and annoyance and frustration that he’d felt for months. That was the plan, anyway, and it was a good one. She was pretty and funny and JJ’s type if he ever had one.

Then he’d gotten her alone.

…and nothing was right.

Her lips hadn’t felt right, her hair hadn’t felt right, and her hands didn’t feel right on him. She didn’t sound right, and the more she sank herself down onto him, the less into it he became. It was like an out of body experience, JJ staring down at himself as he tried to fuck himself up into this girl, but he just couldn’t bring himself to.

It was only when he finally came, murmuring a name that was not hers, did it hit him.

She wasn’t you.

She didn’t have your hair or your smile. The moonlight didn’t glint off of her skin right, and her voice was off to him. Even as she rolled off of him, collapsing beside him and out of breath, he knew that she was perfect in her own way. She probably had plenty of guys ready to trip over themselves for her, but he wasn’t one of them…because she wasn’t you.

He had left with a fuzzy head, pinching his nose and sliding down against a tree.

His throat had been tight, alcohol on his breath, and JJ could feel tears kissing his eyes. He felt… He still hadn’t been able to quite process how he felt. You were his best friend, had been his entire life, and he wanted you. He’d watched you grow up and snort drinks out of your nose and cry so hard you’d thrown up. He watched boys make fun of you and punch them in the face for it. He watched girls do the same and trip them in the hall for it. You were… Well, you were supposed to be like a sister to him. That’s how it was supposed to go.

But now he’d watched you wear the same bathing suits he’d admired on other girls. He watched you put on the kind of lip-gloss that had his gaze traveling back to your lips, wondering what it tasted like. He smelled you until the scent was burned into his brain. He watched you kiss Rafe and ignore the way it made his chest tighten.

He’d watched you have sex…and wished that it were with him instead.

JJ wanted you, and he didn’t know if he wanted you because you were with Rafe or because he felt he was losing you or because…he wanted you. The thought of just having sex with you didn’t rub him the right way. He didn’t just want some fun night with his best friend…he wanted you.

He wanted to ride around on his bike with your chest pressing against his back, arms tight around him. He wanted to feel your breath against his neck as you slept. He wanted to kiss you at parties and take you out on fancy dates and buy you the kind of dresses that made you twirl and smile and giggle at yourself in the mirror.

JJ thought about that night, about the pregnancy test, and he knew in his heart that it wasn’t the pregnancy scare. It was the irresponsibility of it all. It wasn’t even about you having sex. It was Rafe. It was you and Rafe. It was all of this happening with Rafe, because JJ was sure that if it had been him instead, his reaction would’ve been completely different. He might not have been mad, at all.

JJ was sure that he might’ve even been happy.

When JJ heard a knock on his door, the last person he expected to see was you.

His dad was God knows where, and he was taking a break from working on his bike, getting something to drink when he heard it. His gaze had softened at the sight of you on his doorstep, clearly troubled. He ignored that you were wearing Rafe’s jacket, gaze focused instead on your mostly healed bruise and the tightness around your eyes.

JJ wouldn’t be surprised if you’d been crying yourself to sleep every night.

“I’m sorry,” you quietly choked out, eyes watering again.

JJ didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, holding you tight as you shook. Your hands rested on his back, sobbing into his shirt while he shushed you. He pulled you inside, arms still around you while you cried. He didn’t stop himself from closing his eyes, breathing you in and relieved to find that Rafe’s scent had mostly faded, only yours remaining.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” JJ whispered, pulling away. “It’s okay.”

He wiped your face, mindful of your eye as he led you to the couch. He pulled you down beside him, brushing his fingers over your cheeks, his other hand rubbing your back.

“You w-were right,” you forced out, more tears falling. “I knew you were…and I hated it.”

You looked towards your lap, sniffing and wiping your face.

“I know Rafe messed up. I know he did,” you mumbled with a nod, swallowing. “…but he didn’t mean to.”

You looked up at him again, more tears escaping, and JJ sighed. He brushed a finger over your face, drinking you in with a racing heart. In this moment, more than anything, he wanted Rafe gone. How was it that the guy could almost kill you, even accidentally, and your first instinct was to protect and defend him?

“…but that doesn’t matter.”

You looked away, leaning back into the couch.

“You get how that doesn’t matter, right? How his intentions mean nothing?”

You didn’t respond, and JJ sighed, looking around.

You were alone with him for the first time in weeks. JJ couldn’t describe how happy that made him, and he licked his lips, blue gaze traveling to the fridge. His fingers tapped against his leg, fighting with himself over the temptation, but he told himself that he was doing this for you. It would do you good to…let go.

“You want something to drink?” he wondered, eyes meeting yours. “Figure you need it.”

You looked at him for a few moments, blinking and thinking to yourself. You eventually nodded, and JJ smiled, getting up.

“Okay,” he said, clapping his hands together. “We got beer, but you know my dad. The hard stuff is also an option.”

You were frowning slightly when he looked at you.

“Won’t your dad get mad if it’s gone?”

JJ fought back a smile, knowing that you weren’t talking about the beer. He made his way back to you with some gin and brandy, throwing you a comforting smile.

“I’ll replace it before he notices,” he assured you.

JJ was sure he’d seen you drink hard liquor twice before in his entire life. Once to try it, and once unknowingly. It was telling of just how awful these past few weeks had been for you to see you down half a glass of brandy without really tasting it.

“Woah,” JJ commented, taking the glass. “Take it slow.”

You wiped your mouth, eyes becoming glassy again as you took a deep breath.

“You know Ward won’t let me see him? Says that I mess with Rafe’s head or something…”

JJ exhaled, leaning back.

“Yeah, Sarah told us,” he admitted.

You looked at him at that, scoffing to yourself.

“I know what you guys think of me. I know what you probably say,” you whispered.

JJ took your hand, rubbing his thumb along your skin.

“We think you’re too nice,” he told you, and you swallowed. “We say you’re too good for him.”

You looked down at that.

“…and you know it.”

JJ watched you take another drink, gaze lingering on your throat as it bobbed.

“You don’t…you don’t understand,” you softly said. “He and his dad, they… Ward is so hard on him.”

JJ felt anger flare up, and he struggled to swallow it down.

“I don’t understand? I don’t understand what that’s like?”

You frantically shook your head, taking another drink.

“No, no, that’s not… Of course, you do. I know that you do,” you hurried to say.

“I’d argue that I have it even worse than he does, but I don’t know. I find a way to cope that doesn’t involve hard drugs and reckless driving,” he spat.

JJ fought the urge to raise his voice, floored that you couldn’t see what was wrong with what you’d just said. No, he didn’t fully know what Rafe was dealing with, but even if Ward was putting his hands on him like JJ’s dad did him, the difference in their coping mechanisms was glaring.

“He doesn’t have anyone, JJ!”

He faltered at your outburst, blinking as you started crying again. You turned on the couch to fully face him, so close, breath shaking.

“You have John B.,” you slowly started, hands on his shoulders. “…and me.”

You sniffed.

“You’ve always had us,” you explained. “…and you have Pope…Kie…and now Sarah.”

JJ frustratingly exhaled, looking away.

“You have so many people that are here for you and begging you to put yourself first and who look out for you,” you told him, trying to meet his gaze. “Rafe doesn’t have anyone else.”

He turned to look at you now, eyes hard, and you flinched at the look in his gaze.

“I’m all he has. I am the only one he can count on-.”

“…and that’s healthy to you? That’s okay?”

You sat back down, face falling.

“I never said it was,” you mumbled, defeated. “I was just explaining…”

You trailed off with a huff.

“I’m all he has,” you whispered. “…and they won’t even let me see him.”

JJ gently grabbed your arm, pulling you closer until you were leaning against him. One of his hands gently grazed your back, a soothing motion that worked as he felt your heart slow some. He leaned back, staring at the ceiling and wondering to himself about the mess both of you found yourselves in.

“He’s not a bad person,” you mumbled.

It was hard to say how much you’d drank in the past two hours, nothing more than an inebriated mess now who occasionally whispered a stray thought or two. Much to JJ’s dismay, it seemed that you were back to Rafe.

“He’s not,” you tearfully said, shifting to look up at JJ.

He looked down at you where your head rested on his lap, tears running past your ears.

“I know that you don’t agree, and you’ll probably never agree after what happened, but…he’s not a bad person, JJ.”

He looked up, ignoring how you pulled on his shirt.

“He’s so sweet to me,” you chuckled. “If you even knew…you’d love him like I do.”

JJ’s heart stopped at that, at those words, and he frowned. You seemed to realize what you said the same time he did, the silence so loud and so charged. JJ looked down at you, but you were staring past him, eyes focused on the ceiling with parted lips. You looked as shocked as JJ felt.

“I think I love him,” you said to yourself, and JJ swore he was going to be sick.

You suddenly chuckled to yourself, but it lacked humor, running your hands down your face.

“I think I love Rafe Cameron…who…almost killed me, and who I haven’t seen in weeks…because his dad won’t let me.”

You nodded to yourself, a bitter laugh escaping. JJ watched your face crumble again, his heart clenching as you squeezed your eyes shut. You turned your face into his stomach, shoulders trembling, and he rested his hand on your head. Why didn’t you get that it wasn’t normal to cry when you realized you’re in love with someone? He didn’t even want to longer on the fact that you felt like you were in love with Rafe, too disgusted.

When he decided to get up, he realized that you’d quieted. Your soft breathing reached his ears, and he realized you were asleep. You didn’t even stir when he stood, curled up on the couch as he grabbed the empty bottles, making a mental note to replace what you’d drank. He leaned against the counter, staring you down and deeply swallowing.

You were in deeper than he realized, and his nails dug into his palms.

He hated that all of this was because of Rafe, hated that he’d driven you to this. Maybe it wasn’t right to think that if you were with him, you wouldn’t be going through this, but JJ didn’t care. It was the truth. He would never put your life in danger, and you wouldn’t have to muster up the courage to make some grand speech that you two were dating. You wouldn’t have to go around begging the rest of your friends to accept him.

He angrily exhaled, forcing himself to calm down. He needed to get you home, anyway. He didn’t know where his dad was, and that meant he didn’t know when he’d decide to grace JJ with his presence. He could be gone for another day or another hour.

When he shook you, you didn’t stir, and he was forced to admit that you probably drank more than you should have. You were practically dead to the world when he called your name, frown deepening when he called you again with no answer.

JJ sat down at your feet, looking over you and feeling his shoulders sag. Even in your sleep, you wore the brunt of your problems with Rafe on your face. Lips pursed, face scrunched, and breathing shaky. He reached out, fingers grazing your cheek and wondering to himself if you’d ever realize it didn’t have to be this way.

Relationships weren’t supposed to be this hard.

His thumb brushed along the underside of your jaw, JJ swallowing as it danced down your throat. JJ’s eyes fell to your chest, watching the way it rose and fell with your breathing, and he swallowed, feeling his skin grow hot. He was reminded of that girl from a few weeks ago, how she’d been naked and so needy for him…and he’d felt nothing in comparison to what he felt now.

JJ liked to blame it on the alcohol.

No, he hadn’t had as much as you, but he’d had some. It clouded his judgment, lowered his inhibitions, so it was easy to blame his dad’s liquor. It was easy to look back and say he hadn’t been in his right mind, the alcohol in his blood skewing his perception of right and wrong, but there was a small voice that told him it was all him.

The alcohol wasn’t to blame as his fingers pressed into your leg, hand dancing along your skin and heart in his throat at the feel. It was hot today, so hot, and before where you used to wear nothing but shorts, you’d adopted skirts and dresses too. Probably for Rafe, he bitterly thought.

You were almost always cold, your skin reflecting that, but the combination of the high temperature and alcohol had made you feel so much warmer than you normally were. JJ’s thumb grazed your thigh, and he released a shaky breath, feeling almost possessed as he watched his fingers dip between your legs.

You were dead to the world.

No protests or noises left you when his hand traveled further, his hand warmer now as your thighs surrounded it. He was holding his breath, tunnel vision clouding his mind as his fingers sought out what his mind had been subconsciously craving for months. It wasn’t right, he knew that, but it was like he couldn’t stop, finally exhaling when his fingers grazed over you.

JJ moved closer, swallowing and lashes fluttering as he gently rubbed his fingers over you, tongue darting out to lick his lips. You were so soft and warm, and when he glanced at your face, your expression had evened some. Your frown wasn’t as deep, and your lips parted in time with JJ’s. He briefly closed his eyes, swallowing and telling himself that he needed to stop.

…but the truth was that he didn’t want to.

When he pushed your underwear to the side, JJ audibly gasped, eyes closing when he dipped a finger into you. Everything after seemed to happen so fast, his mind going blank as he practically hovered over you now, curling a finger into you and groaning at the way you gripped him. He looked at your face again, watching all of the tension leaving as he slowly thrust the appendage into you.

When he added another, he hissed, his other arm shaking as his hand gripped the back of the couch. You made a noise, relief filling JJ as he realized you weren’t stirring…just enjoying it. It was an almost inaudible moan, but it went straight to JJ’s cock, pants feeling tighter and arms straining. The more he dragged his fingers in and out of you, the wetter you became, making a mess on his hand and between your thighs.

Maybe Ward was right to think you messed with Rafe’s head…because you were messing with his too.

JJ gritted his teeth, breathing choppy as he stretched you out, dipping his fingers into you and massaging your walls. You moaned again, louder this time and hips bucking, making JJ’s head spin. He moved closer, forehead grazing yours while he fingered you, deeply inhaling and basking in the feel of you clenching down on him.

You were so tight and so warm and so wet.

His mind only had one goal at the moment and that was making you come. He wanted to know what it felt like when you completely let go, body convulsing and trembling during your high. He hadn’t seen it, hadn’t stayed to witness it that morning, hurrying out of your house with denial on the brain. He wanted to see it, now though, feel it.

Your breath was hitching, and his face pressed into the crook of your neck, his own breathing picking up as your hips lifted slightly. You were close, he could tell, and he leaned back, sitting up on his knees and gaze falling to where you were wrapped around his fingers. He was glued to the sight, watching you drip around him, and when you did come, he didn’t know where to look.

Your mouth fell open, a high pitched sigh escaping and making his heart flutter, all of the tension disappearing from your features. JJ could’ve kept staring at your face the whole time, but he was too distracted by the sight of you coming on his hand. The wet sound of him fucking his fingers into you was addicting, and it was only when you stopped fluttering around him did his heart slow.

The ringing in his ears stopped, and the warmth on his skin disappeared, leaving only a cold feeling.

He pulled his fingers out of you, backing away and standing on shaky legs. He stared down at you with wide eyes, the full weight of what he’d done just hitting him. Turning away, JJ closed his eyes, pressing his fists to them and thinking how wrong it was what he’d just done, but the worst part of it all was that he didn’t hate it.

His softening cock, an effect of ruining his pants, was proof of that.

[saintmagx]

call it what you want 🎶

Grayson Waller x Reader

An: I just loved this idea and had to write about it! Also not sure what Scarlett goes by irl so I’m giving her the nickname Beth cause I think that’s what I’d actually call her 🤔

‼️ warnings: swearing, use of real names, not proof read, we are dramatic asf, Grayson is dumb and oblivious but we love him, not really much substance just a little short story‼️

“No, absolutely not.”

“Matty please?”

“Yn I’m sorry i just can’t. I’ve spent so much time trying to be the bad guy, if I go, I lose all credibility. I’m sure if you ask Trin and Beth, they would go with you.”

“Trin is bringing Jon and Beth is bringing Kevin. I will literally be third wheeling everyone. Know what? Just forget I asked. It’s fine.” Upset, i storm off.

Taylor Swift. Taylor fucking Swift was the cause of this argument. The Eras tour was finally heading to Florida and i had tickets for us and our friends to go, however between purchasing the tickets and the actual concert itself, Matty decided - no wait sorry Grayson fucking Waller decided to start beef with the swifties - Rendering his attendance impossible.

Grabbing my phone I do what literally everyone else does when they need to rant about their man. Put it in the group chat for the girls to back you up.

Me

Matty says he isn’t going to the concert 😢

Trin

Girl I’m sorry. That boy is dumb as hell. Why he starting beef knowing we had this concert?

Beth

Men are dumb - screw him, we will still have fun girl 💕

Me

Honestly I don’t even wanna go now, yall can find someone to take our place.

Trin

No no no we ain’t gon do that. You’re gonna get you fine ass dressed to impress and you are gonna come to the concert with us.

Beth

Honestly yn it wouldn’t be the same without you there, please come - I’ll make sure your glass is always full 😜

Trin

I second that! Come on girl.

Me

Know what you girls are right, screw Matty. I’m still gonna go and enjoy myself. Drinks on yall though - promise is a promise 😚

Friday Night Smackdown

Backstage I stand with Trin who is currently warming up for her match tonight.

“We haven’t really spoke about it to be honest. I know I’m being over dramatic but he knew how excited I was for this concert.” I complain

A familiar scent fills my senses. A strong pair of arms wrap round my waist enclosing me in a tight embrace.

“There’s my girl, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He says.

“Well you’ve found me, now I gotta go get ready for my match.” I say u wrapping myself from Mattys grasp.

“I’ll see you out there Trin.” I announce before quickly leaving, leaving him confused.

“Boy, you done fucked up.” Trin

“What did I do wrong?” He says.

Shaking her head she replies “the fact that you don’t even know what you’ve done wrong makes this whole thing even worse.”

“Come on Trin, help me out.” He pleads

“The concert Matt, she was looking forward to you and her going and you’ve let her down. Do you know she wasn’t even going to go because of it? This is something she loves and wanted to experience it with you. You better get your shit together and sort it out before the gig.”

“Fuck!” He says letting out a huge sigh. He didn’t mean to hurt yn, he knew she was looking forward to the concert but didn’t think it would be a big deal if he wasn’t there.

“This whole swiftie thing has just got out of hand, but don’t worry Trin, I’ll fix it!”

“You better.”

Day of Era’s concert

Perfect you say to yourself.

You and the girls had decided to dress up as your favourite Era. You had gone with Lover era. Standing looking the mirror you had found the perfect dress, a pink off the shoulder tulle mini dress, it was the epitome of lover - and of course your outfit wouldn’t be complete without and arm full of friendship bracelets ready to swap with all the other attendees.

You had sent off a text to Trin and Beth to tell them you were ready to leave. A small knock at the bedroom door startles you slightly, knowing it would be Matty you tell him to come in. Turning around you are met with Matty dressed up with pink trousers - similar to the shade of your dress. A white Taylor swift T-shirt and and a few little friendship bracelets on his arm.

“We ready to go babe?” He asks

“I thought you weren’t coming?”

“I wasn’t, but I didn’t stop to think how much you wanted me to be there, and how much I wanted to be there with you. I want to have all these experiences with you and I can’t do that if I’m sitting at home.”

He walks closer to me and takes hold of my hands, looking into my eyes he continues.

“I love you so much yn, no swiftie beef is gonna stop me from making your dreams and wishes come true.”

He leans down and tenderly kisses my lips.

“I love you too Matty, you have no idea how much this all means to me.”

The truth is he did know how much it meant to yn. He could see it in her eyes and he made a silent promise to himself that he would never again be the reason her eyes were filled with sadness.

Thank you for reading whatever the hell this was. Appreciate the likes and reposts.

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[vampworks]

Starved of you

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem Reader x Stu Macher

word count 1.7k

No use of y/n

Summary: The reader is dragged to Stu's party by the girls to fix Sid's relationship but She is in a secret relationship with Billy and Stu. She is here to break it off but gets distracted by Billy while he becomes obsessed with her. He struggles with his feelings for her and how she affects the plan.

Warnings: mention of alcohol and drug use, cheating(not on the reader), mention of murder, toxic behavior, intimacy

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Music blares through the room threatening to shake the house itself. The air was stuffy and crowded her senses. She couldn't seem to care as Tatum dragged her by the arm through the door. The blonde soon disappeared into the crowd following Sid afterward. This was the night she set things right before the world as she knew would crumble. Dramatic, but what else equates to sneaking around with your best friends behind their girlfriends' backs? A masked serial killer fits into this somewhere, maybe it was karma for what got her here in the first place. The plan was simple, break it off with them both, leave early and everything would go back to normal. Getting Stu and Billy alone for something serious was always a difficult task. Pulling off your own arm seemed easier. She decided to settle it one at a time. Billy would be easier as the other would only tease her endlessly for it and she'd end up in his bed again.

Stu's eyes grew wide as he spotted her in the crowd of sweaty teens. He shoves his accomplice harshly in the arm. Subtlety be damned, he thought, Hell was about to raise for everyone. "Dude...Dude..we got a party crasher.'' Billy rolled his eyes still turning away from him. "Like you care, they'll run like everyone else. He scoffed. ''Yeah maybe but dumb and dumber will follow too" Stu whispered. Billy thinks for a moment before it clicks. "The hell you mean, man? She's not coming. Her parents....." It was Stu's turn to roll his eyes as he shoved Billy around to see the girl wandering through the crowd. She waves with a smile after spotting the two of them. "Shit" he hisses. " I'll handle it" He whispers as the two waves back. "You better, Princess over there is at the center of all this," Stu says through gritted teeth. "Just take care of the dumb blonde'' Billy retorts. He shoots a glare behind him as he pushes through the crowd to meet the only girl either of them wants. "Hey, you." Billy beamed almost comically in an attempt to recover the control he'd lost just by seeing her. His out-of-character enthusiasm was a bit offputting making her take a step back. He cringed at his own actions, She always had a way of destroying the persona he worked so hard to build. He loved but hated it at the same time.

"Can we talk please?" She said in a hushed tone already pulling him towards the stairs with a nervous expression. 'Shit, I'm screwed' He thought. Billy panics trying to rethink the entire night he spent a year planning for. "Yeah, yeah. Sure, Doll." His eyes darted across the hallway. They brightened as he made a sharp turn and pulled her into Stu's bedroom. The large room was dark except for a poorly hung string of lights across the ceiling. The gaze in his dark eyes was unforgiving as he loomed over her already shaking form. His pupils were blown wide as he searched over her features.

''Ay. What's wrong, Doll?" He fought back his usual smirk from showing as he spoke a concerned tone. "It's Sid, She dragged me out here so I could get you to talk to her. I can't keep lying to her and Tatum is bound to find out eventually. I mean, what if Stu slips up in a joke or something? You've seen him. He flirts so much. Tatum and Sid are still mad about the arrest but she really likes you, Billy. Neither of them would ever forgive me if they knew about us sneaking around behind their backs. What if..." Billy holds back a laugh as he listens to her ramble on.

"How do you feel about me though?" She stopped completely. "What?" The girl’s large eyes stared back into his own in the hope of finding falter in any sense of the word. ''Tell me how you feel about me 'cause I might starve if I can't have you." He struggles to speak plainly. She releases a squeak as she tries to contain herself. This was so far from how she wanted tonight to go. Her heart beats rapidly as silence fills the room. "I...I wanted you since we were little. I mean, funny story..." She begins to ramble again. "I was the one to start that rumor that we were already married in the fifth grade. I gave Stu a dollar and told him to be really loud about it" He laughs and his heart begins to beat like it'll burst. "Ooh, I really shouldn't have said that. Shit." The girl muttered bringing a hand to cover her mouth. Her eyes drift to the door for a moment only to return to meet his stare. His own narrows and his head tilts to the left in thought. "Explains a lot. My mom liked you a lot more after that."

Hundreds of thoughts both perverse and protective crossed his mind as his body acted on its own. This would counteract his plan, she wasn't supposed to come tonight. "God, you're something else, huh." She lets out a nervous laugh while trying to read his expression. Dark brown eyes traveled down the length of her tight dress hidden beneath a large jacket. That goddamn lettermen jacket she had borrowed from some nobody downstairs screamed for nothing but his downfall. He knew his schemes would all but crumble if he gave in to her touch tonight. He has to stay focused or the past year of his life would be wasted. He couldn't think of anyone who wanted to watch a movie about a killer being stopped just for love. The image of her wearing his own jacket flashed in his head. He needed her warmth so badly, it hurt at this point. "Billy, we really shouldn't be in here together" She grabs hold of his forearm in an attempt to keep him at a distance.

She silently begged for the strength to run back through the party never stopping till she made it home as she should. His hands slowly inch toward her. She shivers as his fingers brush against the fabric lining the jacket. His hand continues as it runs down to the small of her waist and rests there. The other cages her between himself and the wall. A small whimper escapes before she can bury it. "We'll be alright" He breathed as he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood to hold himself back. Everything about her was a drug. He could have sworn she was made to kill him from the inside out. He would just have to risk it. He'd be the one to win after all. Might as well, get the girl and get revenge all in one night, he thought. He couldn't understand but her voice is heard as she mutters a slur of curses. It sounds like a song to him at this point far overpowering the blaring music from downstairs in his head.

She watches a devilish smirk widen on his face, the very same that terrorized her so many times as they grew up together. His eyes were now scanning her every move as her hand traveled up and landed on his chest. Billy leans in to whisper in her ear. "Let it all go, princess. I got you." Something in her snaps and she kisses him harshly curling her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her height. Her fingers tangle in his short brown hair as he lifts her. The kisses grow heated quickly as they lose themselves in each other's touch. Their senses filled with nothing but the warmth of their embrace. He tightens his grip on her hip and begins to leave kisses in line from the curve of her jaw and down her neck.

He stops for a moment to smell her perfume. She had always smelled heavenly but tonight, she smelled of beer and whatever drug she's been laced with by god himself. "Billy.." She pleads into his ear. She only receives a hushed groan in response. Her nails graze against his skin as she continues to call his name. He hums against her as he comes back to his senses meeting her eyes once again. The vibration of his voice sends a shiver down her spine making her eyes flutter. His eyes were half-lidded and his breaths staggered and uneven. His lips appeared cherry red and glossy under the soft glow of the lights. She giggles after seeing the dazed look in his eyes. "Damn, I got you this high, Loomis?'' She teases brushing his hair out of his face with a newfound confidence. He gives a breathless laugh and drops his head to rest on her shoulder. "Fuck, I might just overdose on you, princess. Her smile falls as she remembers the world around them. "Maybe then, I'll have you all to myself."

A heavy knock on the door causes her to flinch and tighten her grip on his shoulders "Hey, lovebirds. This room's way past off-limits! Stu shouts from the other side. "Dammit, Stu. it's me" Billy shouts back before turning to the girl with a weak smile. "Well, why didn't you say so. Tell my bunny I love her!" Stu blurted in a singing tone.

She giggles and shakes his head at them both and breaks away from his hold. "'I'll go shut him up, I should get out of here soon. My parents want me back home." He only nods in response bringing up his other hand to rub the back of his neck. He swore he could still feel the touch of her fingers there. She grabbed his hand intertwining her fingers with his larger ones. She pulls his arm taunt toward the door before realizing he's not following her. She turns back to him with a confused look.

"Hey, mind doing me a favor, sweets?" She blushes at the name. "You mind calling Sid up here, I wanna get this over with. You won't have to lie anymore after tonight." The girl smiles at his words as she smooths down the fabric of her dress. "Ok but be gentle about it, alright. Today's been kinda rough for her." He pulls her in for another embrace resting his head on top of hers and speaks in a sickly sweet tone. "I promise, she won't be a problem after tonight." His eyes darken as he stares at the black robe sticking out of Stu's closet.

The rest of the Prescotts had to die tonight, And they would as he and Stu planned. Nothing could keep him from getting his sequel now since he finally had her.

[resident-idiot-simp]

God of death Logan and his right hand Wade a man who can't die

Ft: @existentialgaybirdnerd

He's a mercenary still and maybe he met Logan during the weapon X offshoot thing. And then he ends up doing not only mercenary jobs but also jobs for Logan

Bird: Logan was trying to help along all the souls left after the fire and was trying to help Wade when he woke up

He gets glimpses during the torture but absolutely he finally sees him for real after the fire

Bird: Logan liked Wade because he sent so many people to him and was funny, so seeing him during and after the fire and unable to help him broke his heart. When Wade gasped awake, Logan nearly cheered for the human who had once again escaped his grasp

And Wade immediately blurts out that he is the hottest thing he's ever seen

Bird: "Am I in fucking heaven because holy shit I think I'm looking at God"

And Logan can't help but be flattered because no one ever looks at him with anything other than fear

After this Logan says he will help Wade get his revenge and that's exactly what he does. He has a grudge against these people anyway because of how many innocents are being slaughtered.

He is there for every single death and Wade treats it like courting.

Bird: Logan watches as Wade kills every person and whispers suggestions for questions and suit designs in his ear, amusing himself with Al's sass. Twist: that's who Wade is talking to during 4th wall breaks

When Francis dies Logan is ecstatic and immediately grabs his soul and pretty much eviscerates him. Francis has about 2 seconds before he realizes what's going on and Logan just waves at him and then Wade waves at him. And Francis has the biggest OH SHIT moment in existence.

Bird: And then Wade gets up and the Vanessa thing happens and when the other two walk away he asks how she would feel being in a throuple with death

Vanessa the legend she just shrugs and asks if death is hot

Bird: Death goes on a vacation (me: Or alternatively not quite a vacation but he is regularly around.) to be in a happy throuple for a couple of years. Pretends to be a simple mutant

Bird: He doesn't need to do TOO much because he's got helpers anyway. Death is a lot of paperwork but he collects souls sometimes for fun. So he'll just bring paperwork to their apartment and parallel play while they all do their own thing

Vanessa when she first sees him says this was the best decision of her life. While Logan immediately likes her because of how similar she is to Wade

Weasel absolutely notices Wade doesn't talk into thin air when Logan is around and he's getting suspicious.

Bird: One day Logan looks at Weasel as he's trying to figure it out and winks at him and disappears

WEASEL FREAKS OUT Wade and Vanessa play dumb

Bird: Wade: "he went to the bathroom like 2 minutes ago man, what do you meant he disappeared?"

Weasel would write it off because of a mutation but he already damn well knows Logan's mutation. He has to It's best friend code to know everything about your best friends partner or partners in this case

Bird: Logan will go invisible and just fuck with things behind the bar when it's a slow night, making Weasel think the place is haunted. and he always wins the dead pools and no one knows how

(Dp 2)

Bird: Logan is busy or indisposed and Vanessa wouldn't necessarily die, but Wade does kinda lose his shit because holy hell someone tried to kill my gf and now there's a boy in trouble.

Ooohhh what it could be is because of Cable coming into existence during the past it's screwing things up for Logan on his side

Logan ends up outing himself when Cable appears in the apartment with his idea.

Logan just appears and starts cursing Cable out because DO YOU KNOW THE NIGHTMARE THAT YOU JUST CAUSED FOR ME?!