#are slim and i was worried about him not being willing to leave to go eat and just skipping food altogether.

[beholdthemem]

Well, on a positive note, I can at least say that I've finally started bonding with my sister's boyfriend as opposed to making awkward stilted small talk while we both wait for her to reappear and save the conversation.

[bingoboingobongo]

cod characters alphabet: fight

Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, Valeria Garza

Warnings: fighting

Prompt: Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

A/N: gahdhhcs hehe got accepted into a program i applied to hehe yayayay. also bruh i feel this is turning into one of those ‘dating each zodiac’ posts or smthing

simon “ghost” riley:

okay so the thing about ghost is that it can be hard for you guys to even get into a fight because he has a tendency to cut and run when things get emotionally tense

he’s really really not good at emotions and he doesn’t like being placed in situations where he doesn’t know what he’s doing

and so if things are getting tough his first instinct is to isolate himself

honestly, if you let him he will isolate himself forever and you will never see him again

which is why it’s very important when you guys are fighting for you to make the effort to reach out to him

this is not a relationship that will work out if you guys both refuse to communicate, and so one of will have to bite the bullet eventually and trust that it won’t be ghost

you’ll have to really get him to open up and communicate with you, which might be tough at first

but know that even if he doesn’t show it, he’s thankful for the effort you’re going through for him

i will say, ghost definitely has serious trust issues and so if you betray him it will take a lot for him to ever forgive you again

maybe less than what it would take for others, just because you’re that special to him, but it would still take a lot of work

it takes a lot for him to trust you in the first place, and so he’s really counting on you not to break that trust

john “soap” mactavish:

alright so honestly i feel like you and soap probably don’t get into fights very much

he’s pretty chill and willing to go along with the flow, and so there’s not much to argue about

that being said, when you guys do argue he’s sort of a mixed bag

in the beginning he can get pretty heated

he’s a very passionate guy and so it’s easy for his emotions to run high during tense moments

the most important thing is to be patient and not do anything rash and say something you don’t mean

the best thing to do is give him some space and let him sort of tasmanian devil himself out until he’s all puckered out

he’ll probably go to ghost, price, or gaz to rant about whatever’s happening and they’ll set him straight don’t worry

after a few hours, maybe a day, he’ll usually cool off and be able to come back and talk with you

he won’t immediately concede any points, but with his newly gained rationality (thanks ghost, price, and gaz) he’ll be able to communicate better

he’s usually pretty quick to forgive you, but if it’s something serious like cheating i got some bad news for you because he simply can’t let that slide

i will say though, just because he gets emotional doesn’t mean he gets rash or says stuff he doesn’t mean

he’s in the military and he knows how to control himself when things get tough

kyle “gaz” garrick:

hmm so not only did gaz learn some great military tactics from price, he also learned some great communication tips

gaz is pretty mellow and he’s good at communicating, and so that combination means that the chances of you guys getting in a fight is pretty slim

he’s pretty good at deescalating things before they get out of control which is another reason why fights aren’t a common occurrence

when he does get in a fight though, he makes a conscious effort to stay calm and not raise his voice or do anything rash

this might mean him leaving to get some space or something along those lines

he’s not there to prove a point or to establish his dominance or anything like that

he’s purely there to work with you to solve the problem at hand

he might get sort of frustrated if you’re being uncooperative or petty because he doesn’t understand the point of doing stuff like that

he’ll voice his frustrations but he won’t get loud about it or anything like that

he’s also pretty quick to forgive you, not because he doesn’t have self-respect but because he’s just a generally forgiving person

he knows that forgiveness and cooperation are key to any successful relationship, but know that he does have a breaking point

john price:

alright price, our mature king, is probably one of the best people to get in a fight with

he’s got great interpersonal skills and he’s emotionally mature and so he’s very great at communicating

honestly because of that, the chances of you guys even getting into a massive fight are pretty slim

that being said, on the off chance you guys do get in a serious fight get ready for it to fizzle out pretty quickly

they’ll never be anything insane, price’s very particular about not yelling or anything like that, especially with you

sometimes if things are getting really heated, he might unconsciously raise his voice but he’ll feel bad

when you guys are fighting it’s more like arguing, and price is the definition of fighting the problem instead of fighting each other

he’s very solution-oriented and so his main goal is to solve the problem and not be right

but just because he wants to solve the problem doesn’t mean he’s necessarily quick to forgive you

i mean, if it’s something small or maybe even medium than he probably could forgive you as long as he feels reassured that you understand where you went wrong

and of course, if it’s him in the wrong he’ll do his best to understand what he did wrong and how he needs to fix it

alejandro vargas:

okay so alejandro is a very emotional man and sometimes that can be a good thing or a bad thing

it’s a good thing when he’s so filled with love and adoration of you

it’s a bad thing when you guys are fighting and his emotions end up clouding his vision

i think his military training keeps him rational enough to not say anything he doesn’t mean or that he knows would hurt you

but his fuse is definitely on the shorter end and so he has a tendency to raise his voice

it might take him a while to register if he’s scaring you, but i don’t think he would apologize immediately

he would just get too caught up and even though he feels bad he’s just too wrapped up in the argument to bring it up

i think the best thing for you and alejandro is to do is to give each other space so that he (and maybe you) have time to cool off so you guys don’t hurt each other anymore

in the moment, it’s very easy for alejandro to think that he’ll never forgive you or something like that

but once he calms down he’s able to recognize that that isn’t what he wants and so after a while he’ll come find you and apologize

he’ll always apologize for anything he said or how he acted, and he’s so grateful if you forgive him too

rodolfo “rudy” parra:

alright so rudy absolutely hates arguing with you

he’ll try to do anything possible to keep you happy, although this may lead to some resentment on his end

which is why the best thing for you to do is make sure that you’re considering his opinions too

anyways, when you guys do get into arguments it definitely gets pretty emotional

rudy’s not really the kind of guy to get angry, but he definitely gets sad and so prepare to see a few tears getting shed

when he gets emotional he’s not very good at communicating, so you’ll probably have to really talk with him and help him get his thoughts out

in this case you definitely will have to be the more dominant one, and if that’s not you than you guys will have to find a good way of communication

kinda looping around back to the first point, rudy’s pretty quick to forgive you just because he loves you so much

it would honestly take a lot for him to refuse to forgive you, which honestly is something he needs to work on

he needs to learn to balance his respect for himself and his love for you and so expect to see that in your relationship

valeria garza:

alright so im gonna be honest, valeria does get loud when she’s angry, especially when she’s frustrated

i mean you can see her voice lines in the game, when she’s angry she raises her voice but it’s not straight out yelling (at least not in my opinion)

like a lot of the guys, she can get emotional in the moment and maybe do something rash

if this does happen, she’ll probably try and justify it and will end up cold-shouldering you or something like that

but after a while, she’ll come to her senses and go back and ask for forgiveness

she has a lot of pent up stress from being el sin nombre, and so she might have a tendency to get into small spats or arguments

she’s working on it but it’s kinda hard to do yoga or meditation when you’re busy leading a drug cartel

just be patient and understanding with her, she has a lot of stuff on her mind all the time and she’s almost constantly being pushed to the edge

i think she’s quick to shut down and isolate herself from you if she feels like you’ve wronged her, but give her time and she’ll end up forgiving you

[saetoru]

tee! i want to hear more about shidou rear ending you afterwards! i think it’d be so cute like as literally the first gift he ever buys you, it’s a new car! idk if he’s rich but in my head he’ll make it happen! (maybe another reason why he gets arrested ?!!?? idk!)

REINS. i would be so happy to tell you about this NDJSJD. “shidou ryusei arrested for stealing his crush a new car !!” on the next headline 💀

it happens when he’s rushing to practice—shidou isn’t exactly known for always being punctual, but practice? practice is something he takes really seriously. sure, he’s been late to past dates and doctor’s appointments and heck, he was late to his own high school graduation. but practice? everyone better get out of the way because he’s driving like he owns these roads today.

but then there’s this car. this one slow car (it’s not really slow, it’s just on the speed limit, but he’s going way too fast) and he just can’t find a way to cut in front because traffic is getting too packed and this damn car won’t move and he needs to get to fucking practice.

and then it happens, and he almost watches it in slow motion, in all honesty. you brake out of nowhere because there’s a squirrel on the road that you just can’t kill, and he’s tailing too close to you because he’s determined to cut around you, and boom. he rears right into you. doesn’t even realize he’s supposed to brake until he hears the crunching sound of his bumper digging into yours and busting your taillights.

and now he’s pissed—he’s about to let you have it too. you’re gonna drive like a geriatric, make him later than he already is, not give him room to swerve around you, and now you’ve managed to ruin his relatively new car? he’s had it with you, climbs out the driver’s seat and is ready to start swinging without even giving you a chance to talk this through—because he already knows how this is gonna go if insurances get involved. he knows the chances of not being held liable for a rear end are slim to none.

but then out comes you. you in all your glory—your soft wobbly lips and your slightly watery eyes, your shaky hands that hold your phone tightly to your chest as you debate what to do, your apologetic little face like it’s your fault he was driving too close and too fast to you on a busy road.

“i-i’m…i’m not sure what happened there—i was…there was a squirrel and…and…” and then you sigh, sniffling as you pout and resign yourself to this sense of pure defeat that he finds equal parts cute and equal parts amusing. “i’m gonna need your insurance info,” you say dully, “this sucks. i already have two accidents on my record.”

he almost feels bad—and if he does, he gives no indication of it because there’s a wide grin as he stares at you with crossed arms. what a sweet thing, he thinks, eyeing you up and down like you’re candy.

“sorry about this, sweetheart,” he says smoothly—because practice be damned and screw all worries of his car. you’re much more interesting—and he’s going to get to know you through this lucky twist of fate if it’s the last thing he does. “how about we forget about insurance, yeah? i’ll just pay the damages.”

“what?” you look shocked. he doesn’t want to battle it out? he doesn’t want to claim that you cut in front of him suddenly and that it’s your fault he hit you? he’s just…willing to pay the damages?

“yeah, as a matter of fact,” he says through a smile that’s a little too excited to be well intentioned, “here’s my number. why don’t you give me yours—you know, to keep in touch so i can send the money.”

“o-oh, right,” you mumble, still unsure what’s really happening—but the handsome stranger in front of you is offering to pay for your damages and not file a claim against you. you’re going to count your blessings where you can.

“make sure you answer me,” he calls as he goes to climb back into his car, “don’t wanna leave me hanging, do you?”

[newsourceofnonsense]

The Quite Girl's Heart

A love story of overcoming insecurities and an unexpected romance of a shy girl (Y/N) and a confident boy (Chris sturniolo)

A/N-new to writing, so sorry if it doesn't make sense. Just a sweet little fic to get my writing started. may dive deeper as time goes on.

Music mentioned= Lovers Rock, TV girl

T.W= none (just bad spelling and grammar)

Chris speaking is orange

y/n speaking is pink

This is y/n, when asked to describe herself she is quick to note down how she is pictured as a shy and introverted girl. She is not one to seek attention or crave the spotlight. Instead, she finds solace in her drawings and music, where she can get lost in her own little world. where people wish they can be like her.

Y/N have always been like this, ever since she was a child. Her parents used to worry about her, thinking that she would never open up to anyone. How she will slowly blend into the background. But she may be shy, but she have a big heart and is always willing to lend a listening ear to those who need it.

But despite her kind heart, no one really notices her. She is the shadow in the bustling hallways of the high school. Watching those around her and dreaming of being them. Y/N have a small group of friends, but even they sometimes forget that she is there.

That is until one day, its was last period Maths class, Y/N was not amazing at Maths but good enough to get a good grade. She usually spent maths lessons with her headphones in and doodling in her note book, with her work being finished early on. But today was different, Lovers Rock by Tv Girl had started to play, when she was suddenly interrupted by a figure sitting in the abandoned seat next to her. Y/N took no notice and began to complete her earlier doodle from lunch when the figure beside her tapped her arm.

With a shaky hand she paused the music and looked at the figure. Y/Ns eyes were met with Chris Sturniolo's. She didn't know many people at this school but she knew him. how couldn't you, he is a triplet for god sake. Chris had a slim build and light freckles scattered across his face. His brown hair had grown to a comfortable medium length, and was currently un kept giving Chris a carefree and approachable appearance. Chris's eyes are striking, with a ocean blue iris and a constant smile that lights up his face. Chris is known to have a very confident personality making him popular with the people he meets.

The lingering silence was broken by his confident yet hesitant voice "Sorry for bothering you Y/N, I'm Chris, Miss Koury said that you could help me out with my Maths" every part of Y/N wishes for her to say no, to excuse herself and go back to her own little world. But she could see the desperation form on his face. "Look Y/N, I could really use your help, I cant even begin to tell you how painful these lessons are" he looks down at her desk "and you always seem to get your work done instantly, so you must be really good at it." as he finishes his sentence she focus on that fact that he notices her, it was small and something many people may overlook but when you get overlooked by everyone else you take notice of these things. Y/N begin to reply "me? oh, no. I just like to stay on top of things" continuing on "and it means that the teachers don't bother me and leave me to listen to music" As Y/N spoke she can see that Chris has turned his full attention to her. He listened intently to every word she said, his eyes never leaving her face. She can feel the nerves filling her body.

He began to speak again and sensing the hesitance and uncertainty in her voice he tried his best to get rid of her fear. "Good at maths and organised, looks like I asked the right person to help me out" he leans in closer on a wait for a reply. Chris takes a closer look at Y/Ns face and he finds his gaze linger on her features. Y/Ns green eyes are striking, and Chris cant help but be drawn in by their intensity. He noticed the freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks, adding to her unique beauty. Chris couldn't help but found the shy girls smile enduring, Y/Ns most noticeable feature is her crooked nose. While many may see this as a flaw, Y/N included, in Chris's eyes it made her more attractive. Y/Ns cracked circle glasses sit slightly wonky on her face, but it only added to her character. Chris cant help but admire the black hair that falls in waves around the shy girls face, with streaks of white running through it like a silvery thread. he feels his smile growing as he sees her begin to speak again.

"oh, thank you." a warm sensation filled Y/Ns face, she just know that her cheeks were pink. "so... what exactly do you need my help with?" as soon as she finished her words Chris began "Maths. I really need help with Maths" Y/Ns lips curl upward into a shy smile, and her eyes crinkle at the corners as she giggles making her follow it up with her pushing her glasses up. Chris feels a sense of joy wash over him as he sees her reaction, seeing her become more comfortable around him. "I understand that" she reassures him "but what precisely about maths do you need help with?" Chris follows closely with this answer wanting to her voice again. "well basically everything." Chris said nervously "I see how well you do on test and I was hoping you could teach me your ways, so Miss Koury can finally leave me alone" he scanned her face waiting to see mockery swarm over it, but he was quickly reassured that this quiet girl is far form mockery. "you don't have to be so sweet" Y/Ns cheeks getting even more pink "Of course I will help" Y/N then begins to take out her note book revealing a neatly organized set of notes and practice problems. Chris couldn't help but be impressed by her preparation and dedication to the subject. Chris's confidence was infectious and Y/N could feel herself becoming ill with confidence. A lively but relaxed conversation bounced between them as Y/N explained and empathised points to Chris.

*time skip to the end of the lesson (so basically the end of the day)*

As the clocked ticked closer to the end of the day fellow classmates eagerly prepare there things to go home, whereas Chris and Y/N are still left in there comfortable conversation. Chris can see how passionate Y/N is about helping him, and Y/N couldn't believe that Chris noticed her and right now was laughing and smiling at all her crapy Maths jokes. Y/N could feel her heart flutter every time. Hearing the ruckus happening around him Chris debated on if he should ask Y/N for her number or at least a social media account, But just before he could muster up the courage the bell rang out. "Thank you for giving up your music time to help me Y/N" Chris spoke out as they calmly place their belonging into their bags "cant believe I am going to say this but..." curiosity filled Y/N face and a wave of nerves washed over her in anticipation on what he was going to follow with, then he began to speak. "I really enjoyed this Maths lesson" Then Y/N was hit with a sharp punch of disappointment, she was hoping he would say something different but she wasn't sure what. she plastered on a crooked nerves smile and began to speak "yeah. It was lovely taking to you" now finished zipping her bag she gently brushes pass Chris who is still gathering notes and shoving them into his bag.

Y/N exits the classroom, puts her earphones in and begins walking with the crowds of people to her locker. In her own world placing books neatly on her locker shelf and taking out her jacket a lone hand places itself on her shoulder and she begins to turn. Y/N is now met face to face with Chris again with Nick and Matt standing behind. Chris is struggling to close his bag showing clearly that he rushed to catch her, he catches his breath as Y/N yet again pauses her music for him. "sorry for making you pause your music again" Chris speaks out finally zipping up his bag and making himself look more presentable. "Don't worry it fine" Y/N say to make sure Chris knows he is not burden to her "err..was there something you needed?". Chris subtly looks behind him seeing the figures of his brother wating behind. He debts whether or not to ask for her number than finally begins to speak. "Well I was just wondering" Chris feels his confidence in battle with is nerves "well.... its just that"

The battle was lost Chris's nerves had won. He found himself fill with disappointment when his words coward to safety. "Do you mind helping me next Maths lesson". Y/N heart sinks, she is unsure why but she wishes for more. But with her heavy heart Y/N agrees to help once more "Ur...yeah I will be happy to help" Y/N didn't not want to miss a chance to be with Chris. Y/N has never felt this way before, she realised that when she spoke to him she didn't feel shy. Chris made her feel confident and comfortable in her own skin.

Before Chris could leave Y/N was struck but a pulse of confident and informed Chris "You can find me in the library" she had a sweet smile resting on her face and her eyes had a bright glow. Y/Ns tone softened and she spoke "just in case you need to talk" Y/N shocked by her own words and how forward she was being, stumbling on her next, trying to look less eager to talk to Chris again hoping she hadn't messed up "about the Maths problem" she stumbled out "I don't mind going over any of them" she anticipated to be declined for her offer but was soon was put at ease by Chris's words "Library". Repeating the location almost as to make a mental note, "OK" Chris said more for himself, showing that he retained the information. "well I am sure I will see you soon" he looks as his brothers beginning to walk to the exit sensing the end of the conversation sooner then Chris wanted. With Chris's brothers now out of ear shot he spoke "I'm sure I will have no problem mustering up some Maths questions to have an excuse to disturber your music once again". A pink hue was now painted over his face, with his feelings flustered be quickly turned to catch up with his brothers leaving Y/N with these final words "I have loved speaking to you". Y/N was left to reflect as she put on her jacket, shut her locker and began to walk home. He may had meant nothing by it she thought, it may have been a simple compliment. But still she found herself playing those words back in her mind, replacing the music that plays. Y/N found herself thinking about her interaction with Chris. How she felt nothing but happiness, she felt comfortable around him, her shyness becoming a distant figure in her past. And while she thought this was just a passing moment, that once he got a good grade it will go back to normal, she couldn't help but hope for more, hope that he asks for help with more classes, asks for help with anything. Just so she can she can see his beautiful soul again. Just so she can feel happy again.

*time skip to the next day- lunch time*

last night when finally arriving home Chris instantly began going over his note. Not for revision, NO! but so he can go see Y/N, to talk to her again.

Its now lunch and Chris has branched off from his brothers and his friends to make his way to the library. With a sticky note in hand with random maths questions he needs help with.

Making his way through the library, his confident and outgoing demeanour contrasted with the quite, studious atmosphere. Chris scanned the rows of shelves, searching for Y/N. He cant see her, he start to debate if he should keep looking or spend his lunch with his friends.

yet another battle was waging in his mind and he was scared of who will come out on top.....

*A/N- i hope you liked this. I didn't want it to be too long so if you will like a part 2 just say*

*A/N- any advice or recommendations are more then welcome*

[geekfanficwriter]

Jealousy, Jealousy- Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Seeing Robin flirt with Vickie really makes you jealous. Words: 3.4k Warnings: angst, mentions of death, jealous reader

You arrive at the relief shelter along with Steve and Robin, carrying various bags of sorted-out clothes and other essentials. After donating the items, you ask if there is anything the three of you can do to help. You and Steve are directed towards the clothes sorting area while Robin goes to help and make sandwiches. You don’t make conversation with Steve as you focus on your task, it’s been a long couple of days for all of you and you’re all worn out from the battle as well as not knowing what’s going to come next. You’ve been putting on a brave face for the kids but in reality, you were miserable and scared. Watching Eddie die, Max nearly dying, seeing that your sacrifices had all been for nothing as Vecna hadn’t actually died, it had all been too much. You were hardly sleeping, having nightmares every night since. Even though you and Robin had both been staying at Steve’s place, it didn’t help keep away the loneliness you felt, particularly at night. ‘You okay?’ You felt a comforting hand on your arm and you snapped out of your thoughts, turning to look at Steve who was frowning down at you with that motherly look on his face. ‘I’m as good as I can be.’ You shrug, trying to not make him worry any more than he already was. ‘Yeah, it’s been hard but we’ll get through it, we always do.’ Steve places down the shirt he’s told and pulls you into a hug. You relax slightly in his arms, not completely but enough so Steve isn’t completely worried about you and pulls away. You both go back to folding clothes, you feeling slightly more brighter than before and making idle chit-chat with Steve as you do. ‘Well, at least one of us might be happy soon.’ Steve snorts and you frown at him. ‘What?’ You asked confused about what he was talking about, he nods in the direction of Robin who is chatting and laughing with Vickie. You can tell even from over where you’re stood that the nature of their conversation is flirtatious. You feel your heart sink as you watch the two of them. You’d had a small crush on Robin for a while, always watching her from a distance. The only person who knew about this crush or even that you liked girls was Eddie, who had been your best friend for years. He had encouraged you to interact with her but you never had until now. Fighting side by side with her had caused your crush to develop into infatuation and after finding out that she had a crush on Vickie, you felt like you might have a chance, knowing that she liked girls. Of course, you had known that chance was only slim but still, it hurt to see her flirt with someone else, especially as you knew it was the person, she was crushing on. You tore your gaze away from them, turning back to fold the clothes in front of you. You felt jealousy raging through your veins. You couldn’t help it, it was as if all the anger you had been suppressing was coming up at one moment and was being directed at Robin and Vickie. You knew, deep down, that you weren’t really angry with them, that you were grieving the loss of the one person who you could tell everything and it was coming out in anger but it felt much better to pretend you were angry at something small and inconsequential. Something that could be changed rather than something that couldn’t.

Eventually, the three of you headed back to Steve’s house. You all sat down in the living room in complete silence, none of you willing to say anything. You weren’t spending time together to have fun and chat but rather because it felt safer than being alone. Steve stood up at one point, mumbling something about going to make dinner, leaving you and Robin alone to go and make dinner. You were still angry to be completely honest and you were still directing that anger at Robin. You avoided looking at her, feeling like you might blow up at any minute. ‘Are you doing okay?’ Robin asks you, she asked you that every night for the past few days. You still didn’t know what she wanted you to say. Of course, you weren’t okay but today you gave a particularly half-hearted answer, responding more with a noise than actual words. ‘Well, at least we got out, did some good.’ Robin responded, trying to make casual conversation with you. ‘Yeah, I don’t think flirting with Vickie counts as doing any good.’ You shoot back, immediately feeling the anger raging again. You were just so tired of everyone trying to be normal and pretending like life hadn’t completely turned upside down. ‘What does that mean?’ Robin says, a defensive tone in her voice. You turn to face her and see a frown on her face, clearly upset at your words. ‘Come on, everyone could see it a mile off. Flirting with a girl who has a boyfriend? That’s pretty shameless.’ There was anger dripping from every word but you just didn’t care anymore. The floodgates had opened and every emotion you’d been bottling came flooding out in anger at Robin. ‘It’s none of your business who I flirt with. Besides, she and her boyfriend broke up.’ Robin had tears welling in her eyes and it was almost enough to quell your anger but it felt too late to go back. ‘So you want to be a rebound then? Come on, she’s not actually interested in you, she’s just looking for someone to pay attention to her, to fill a hole now that her boyfriend doesn’t want to be with her. You can’t actually be that stupid can you?’ Robin doesn’t respond, instead, she runs out of the room, tears falling down her face. You see her disappear up the stairs and then hear a door slam, assuming she’s headed into the spare room. ‘Well, that was really fucking nice of you.’ You see Steve appearing in the doorway and you just scoff, pushing past him and heading into the other spare room where you’d been sleeping. You slammed the door behind you and the second the door shut, your anger changed completely to sadness. You couldn’t even make it to the bed, collapsing in sobs that you’d held in for the last few days. All you wanted was your best friend back. He would know what to do, he would help you here but he was gone. You were never going to see him again or listen to him play the guitar. You’d even miss the small stuff, like arguing over which girl at school was most attractive. The fact that he was truly gone overwhelmed you and you didn’t know how to keep surviving without him around. You eventually stopped crying, getting up off the floor and heading into the en-suite to clean yourself up. You looked in the mirror and grimaced at your face. You looked like a complete mess. You wiped up all the tears and tried to make yourself look at least a tiny bit better. You felt the guilt enter you over what you had said to Robin. You shouldn’t have taken your anger out on her, you shouldn’t have let jealousy get the better of you. She had been nothing but kind to you in the past few days and you’d thrown that kindness back in her face. This wasn’t what you did. You weren’t the type of person who treated others like this and you felt ashamed of your actions. You hesitated as you stood near the door of the room you were sleeping in. You wanted to go and apologise but you also wanted to give her space. To not bother her after you had been the one to hurt her. You took a deep breath and opened the door, heading out into the corridor and approaching the other spare room. You couldn’t hear any noise from inside but you knocked lightly at the door, hoping she’d been willing to talk. You heard a mumbled ‘come in’ from the other side and you opened the door, seeing Robin lying on the bed, her face red and blotchy. It was clear she had also been crying and you felt even more guilty about what you did. ‘Oh, I thought you were Steve.’ She said, sitting up. It made it worse for you that she didn’t even look angry when she realised it was you. If she yelled and screamed you would understand but the look of sadness on her face made it a million times harder. ‘Can I come in?’ You asked hovering in the doorway, you wanted her to know that it was her choice to talk to you or not. That you weren’t going to push her into talking if she wasn’t ready. She let out a small nod and you stepped into the room, shutting the door lightly behind you. You moved over to the bed and sat at the foot of it, giving her plenty of space away from you. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. You’ve done nothing wrong and I should’ve never reacted the way I did.’ You couldn’t look at her as you apologised, you didn’t want to see the look on her face at your words. ‘I just don’t understand why you would even say that. It was so mean.’ She said in a small voice that broke your heart. To know that you had caused her so much pain made you feel so much worse. ‘I know, I picked the worst things to say and I threw them at you. I’m not going to even make excuses for what I did and I don’t expect you to forgive me but I do really regret it and I didn’t mean any of it.’ You looked up at her, seeing the pain in her eyes. ‘I know it’s hard for you. You lost someone you care about deeply and I can’t imagine all the emotions you’re feeling right now but it doesn’t give you the right to take it out on others, especially those just trying to help you.’ Robin tells you, the look in her eyes changing to one of anger but it quickly dies out, her expression switching back to one of sadness. ‘I know, I’m so sorry. I just don’t know how to cope and I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay when my best friend is dead.’ You cover your mouth as you let out a sob, not wanting to guilt Robin into forgiving you. Robin immediately picks up on your reaction and moves over to wrap her arms around you, pulling you in close and letting you cry into her chest as she comforts you. It makes you feel even worse, the guilt that you could be so mean to someone so kind overwhelming you as for the second time that day you break down in tears. Robin doesn’t let go of you until you stop crying, your loud sobs turning to quiet tears. She pulls away from you as you wipe your eyes clean, not wanting to let go of your tight grip on her shirt but feeling as if you should. You fiddle with your hands as you sit there for a moment, waiting until you feel able to speak again. ‘Thank you for being so kind to me. You’re such a good person. I really truly am sorry for what I said.’ You’re unable to look at her again, your eyes trained on your hands. ‘I just don’t understand why you chose that specifically to target. What about me flirting with Vickie made you so mad?’ You stopped the movement of your hands, trying to figure out what to say in response to that. Do you tell her the truth that you had liked her for years or do you lie and say it was a random reaction? ‘I was jealous.’ You eventually settle on, not fully revealing the truth of what you feel. ‘Jealous of what?’ Robin frowns at you and you sigh deeply. ‘Jealous that Vickie got to flirt with you. I’ve liked you for a while, Robin. And now I’ve got to know you I like you even more. I’m not asking you for a relationship, hell I’m not even in the place where I should be in a relationship right now but I just want you to know the truth.’ You finish speaking and keep looking away from Robin, not wanting to see her reaction. A silence washes over the two of you and neither of you speaks as you sit there, Robin clearly trying to process what you just said. Eventually, Robin reacts, moving in closer to you and wrapping her arms around you. ‘I had no idea. I didn’t even know you liked girls.’ Robin said, running her hand up and down your back in a comforting motion. ‘Yeah, Ed was the only person I’d ever told. He used to tell me that I should go and talk to you but I could never bring myself to.’ You said, your head moving to the rest of your shoulder. ‘You should’ve. I’ve always thought you seemed so cool but I was sort of scared of you too.’ She tells you, making you laugh. ‘I’m really not that scary, well most of the time when I’m not taking my anger out on small things cause I’ve been bottling everything up.’ You admit, still embarrassed by your actions. ‘No, you’re not which is why my feelings for you have sort of grown since I’ve gotten to know you.’ Robin admits. You look up at her with shock in your eyes. Did she really say what you thought she did? ‘You like me? But what about Vickie?’ You ask, wondering if this was really real. ‘I mean yeah I like Vickie but that was more of a pipe dream than anything. I actually know you.’ She tells you. ‘Well, I’m clearly not mentally in the right place to start anything right now but when I am do you think we can revisit this conversation?’ You ask looking up at her. You understand if she isn’t willing to wait but you really hope she will. ‘Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Just let me know when you’re ready and I’ll be waiting.’ You light up, wrapping your arms around her in excitement at the prospect of what could happen.

A few months later and things were pretty much normal again Hawkins, well as normal as it could be in a town with an inter-dimensional portal in it. You were obviously still mourning the death of Eddie but the pain was getting less and less every day. You didn’t think you’d ever get over Eddie’s death but you were dealing with it much better. You had decided that because you were in a much better place than you were a few months ago, you were finally ready to have your date with Robin. To be honest, you hadn’t expected her to wait. Not that you didn’t trust her word or anything, it’s just that you had started to feel selfish, asking someone to wait on you while you recovered from the death of your best friend. But to your surprise she had. She had even been asked on a date by Vickie at one point but had turned her down. She hadn’t actually told you this, Steve had. When giving you a lecture on making Robin wait. You knew Steve was trying to be helpful, trying to stop you from leading on his best friend but his constant lectures made it even worse. The guilt he caused you to feel pushed to act before you were ready. As a result, you were pushed deeper into your hole of depression. Steve eventually backed off, realising he wasn’t helping anything. You were incredibly grateful for that and the three of you had basically returned to normal. Which is why you had recruited Steve to help you. You were currently standing in his kitchen, finishing up the final steps of the meal you were making while Steve headed over to Robin’s house to pick her up. He had told her that the three of you were having a movie night in order to get her over, which she had agreed to easily. You finished prepping the meal, putting the starter in the oven and headed upstairs to change your clothes. You quickly changed into a nice outfit, which you had bought specifically for this date, and got ready. Once you were ready you headed back downstairs and set the table before grabbing the starter out of the oven and sitting down at the table with a bouquet of flowers. As you heard Steve’s car pull up you started to feel anxious. You heard the door open and Steve tell Robin to go into the dining room and grab the films. You sat up straight as she walked in, looking confused at the display in front of her. ‘Hey, so I know I said a few months ago I wasn’t ready to date and I wasn’t then but I am now. I’m finally in a good place and I want you to be a part of my life as my girlfriend.’ While you were speaking you stood up, moving closer to Robin who had tears welling in her eyes as you held the flowers out to her. ‘Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you to say that for months.’ She says wrapping her arms around you and laughing. You hugged her back, smiling too. ‘Here, I bought you these.’ You say, holding up the flowers. ‘And I made us a meal, all your favourite, Steve’s going to head out for a couple hours so we’ll have the place to ourselves.’ You say leading her over to the table you had set. You spent the next couple of hours, laughing and joking with Robin. You had an amazing time and it finally felt like everything was right in the world. You couldn’t believe you had waited so long to actually do this. ‘I should probably get going. I have work in the morning.’ Robin sighed, looking at the clock behind you. You were holding her hand over the table and you gave it a little squeeze as she spoke. ‘I can take you home if you want.’ You say, hoping she’ll take you up on the offer, especially since Steve hadn’t come home yet. ‘Oh yeah, that would be great.’ She smiles, standing up, pulling her hand away from yours. ‘Great, let’s get going.’ You say, standing up. As you stand up you look directly into Robin’s eyes and your breath hitched. You knew her eyes were beautiful but up close they were absolutely radiant. You were pretty sure you could spend the rest of your life staring into them. You feel her hand lightly brush over yours and you move your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours. You move your other hand up to cup her cheek and started to lean in. Robin’s eyes fluttered closed and you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against hers softly. You smiled into the kiss as your lips fitted perfectly together. You couldn’t believe you had waited this long to do this. It was the most addicting thing in the world and you didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it. You pulled away from her and laughed slightly. ‘Wow.’ She mumbled, a dazed look in her eyes. ‘Yeah.’ You smile, moving slightly to kiss her on the nose. ‘I don’t think I ever want to stop doing that.’ She says her hand that wasn’t holding yours pressed against your waist. ‘Neither do I. But we should probably get you home and on the way back we can talk about what we're going to do for our second date?’ You ask looking at her hopefully. She lets out a nod and you press a kiss against her lips again, glad to finally be able to feel her soft kiss.

[bugeater101]

Truth or Dare?, pt. 2

Synopsis: Minho and you played a game of Truth or Dare, and when you don't comply with the rules and refuse to obey your orders as a loser, you must face the consequences.

Content: sub!readerxdom!minho, fem!reader, perv!minho, best friends to lovers, school au, dry humping, Minho is a bastard but also super hot so we'll let him get away with it, exhibitionism, suggestive content.

Word Count: 3.1 K

Author's Note: Part 2 let's go! Hope you guys enjoy! I tried finishing up this while watching Minho's 06/24/22 live and literally him coughing and choking is making me laugh because like "I'm really writing about this guy who is literally scarfing down chipotle and dying?" Also I love all the gifs I found for this fic like Leeknow is so ethereal looking damn. Additionally, even though the characters in this fic are portraying students, both characters are 18+. Please, do not interact with my work if you are a minor. Thank you and enjoy !!

Taglist: @scribblemetae, @mygsis, @9900z, @taekbokki

part 1, part 2, part 3

God, were you really doing this? It was just a stupid bet, just something to make a game of Truth or Dare a little bit more fun. Now, you were like... this in the middle of school.

Why did you do it? What could be worse than being panty-less and wearing a fucking school uniform like some random pervert's fetish dream? It's because it wasn't just some random pervert who told you to do this. It was fucking him.

And he had every right to tell you to do this. After all, he won the bet. He wanted to see you bare, soaking, and desperate for him. And now, he's gotten exactly what he wanted.

The entire day has been hell. Despite your exhaustive usage of your toy collection yesterday after Minho's departure, you found yourself still hopeless for relief this morning. Yet, you lost track of time and realized that if you did stop to play with your clit or even think about jacking off that you would be late for school. So, you swiftly dressed and rushed over.

Luckily I didn't have to worry about putting on underwear, huh?, you thought. Okay, so you were trying to make light of an otherwise awful situation. However, the usage of humour did little to relieve your growing frustration.

Fuck, you didn't even see Minho yet today and let him know that you were holding up your end of the bargain. Yet, you didn't want to text him, scared that he'd do something drastic like make you send pictures as part of your punishment or make you skip class to come show him.

And, the sad truth was, you would. You would leave any class and test in a heartbeat if it meant showing him your soaking pussy, giving him a taste of whatever you were willing to offer him. Because of yesterday, you had become putty in his hands. Although you should be embarrassed by such desperation, you couldn't help it. Minho's hold on you was intolerable, yet you couldn't escape it.

But that still didn't excuse how pissed you were at him. You've had to carefully navigate the school this entire day: being at the end of the crowd, twisting and turning uncomfortably in your chair all day, and waiting until everyone else had left for lunch just so you had the chance to use the stairs without having to worry about accidentally flashing someone.

Worst of all? This, this whole ordeal, it turned you on. It was fucking hot that you did all this for Minho, that you are such a desperate puppy that you are willing to abandon your studies just to let him see you like this. Embarrassing as it was, it was fucking thrilling.

However, you wanted to punish him just as much as he was punishing you. If he wanted to see you so bad, he had to work for it.

Though you would have killed to see him now, you had to exercise restraint. Maybe you could go this entire day without seeing him. Your classes didn't line up and you never spent lunch together, so the chances of him seeing you were slim to none. You would just have to avoid him when trying to walk home, and you were free! He would have to live the rest of his life knowing he made you go an entire day at school without fully covering yourself and that he didn't get to see you. It would make him go mad, and that's exactly what you wanted.

So, here you were. It was nearing the end of the school day and you had managed to navigate the entire ordeal with relative ease. You hung back, rarely tried to get up, and ate lunch alone to avoid having to take the stairs down to your regular lunch spot. The day had gone off without a hitch. Now, you just had to make it through advanced calculus and then homework period and you were home free! Of course, you are uncomfortable, worried your pussy will wet through your skirt and stain the fabric, but that's a minor problem compared to fully exposing yourself.

Now, you just have to get through this teacher droning on about a subject you've already mastered and—

Wait, what's that incessant sound? Oh god. The fire alarm. From the look on the teacher's face, you can tell that this wasn't a planned drill. Fuck, what idiot put tinfoil in the microwave or pulled the alarm for shits and giggles?

Reluctantly, you get out of your seat and follow your swarm of classmates out the door. Since everyone is distracted by the blaring beeps of the alarm and the rushing crowd, no one even has a chance to glance up your skirt. Though you are still on your toes about the whole thing, you trust that everyone is too busy escaping the school to notice you weirdly tugging at your skirt as you go down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairwell, students are taking a sharp turn to the emergency exit right behind the staircase. You are at the edge of the crowd, hoping that you won't get trampled and about to take the turn towards the door. Suddenly, you feel a sharp tug on your arm and are pulled around the corner into an empty adjacent hallway.

The force drags you further and further until you round another corner. Before you even come to a complete halt, you are pushed against the wall and are unexpectedly trapped between a figure and the brick of the school. Now, you are left alone in a silent hallway with the culprit who pulled you away from your class and left you in this potentially on-fire building.

Of course. It's Minho.

"What the hell?! Min— hmph!" His hand clasps over your mouth, his other extending its index finger towards his puckered lips, telling you to be quiet. His eyes don't meet the anger pouring out of yours and instead glance down the hall, seeing if anyone realized your absence. No one seems to be coming down the hall but he makes you stay completely still in fear of being caught.

As the noises of the students die out as the last of them exits the building, Minho's eyes finally turn to yours. Then, his small pout against his finger slowly turns into a smirk, then a small giggle. He drops his hand like a dead weight and stays there for a second, studying your furrowed brow and the wrath of your eyes.

"You know," he said quietly, breaking the silence, "you're really cute when you're mad." He let his other hand drop, finally letting you breathe. And, immediately upon your liberation, you begin furiously slapping Minho, making him recoil and laugh at your efforts to harm him.

"Stop, stop!" He protested, his voice and your hits the only audible noises in the entire school minus the distant beeps of the fire alarm.

"Don't—fucking—tell—me—you—pulled—the—alarm!" You whisper shouted at him with every hit.

"Pfft! I did, I did, but it's for a good reason!" He responded in fits of giggles, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly to prevent you from hitting him again.

"Why? It better be good! Now I'm gonna be in trouble cause the security cameras probably caught you pulling me away!"

"No, they won't," Minho playfully swung your hands in his, ignoring the efforts you made to escape his grip and ignoring all worries in favour of annoying you. "Firstly, I know for a fact that this entire hallway is a blindspot. They didn't even put alarms down here because none of these classes are in use, it's just storage space!" He was right: it was silent in this hall, an empty space filled with the echoing beeps of far-away alarms. That's got to be some sort of safety violation, you thought, annoyed with your own diligence.

You rolled your eyes, not surprised that The Lee Minho was such a scumbag that he knew all the secrets this school kept.

When your eyes came back to his, you noticed that the playfulness in them was gone.

"And, secondly," his voice was low, and his grip on you tightened. He walked towards you, making you stumble back until your back hit the wall again, the coldness giving you goosebumps. Or, maybe that was Minho. "Secondly," he whispered, "I needed to see you."

Once again, he had stunned you to silence. The resentment in your eyes had been replaced by genuine curiosity, and the source of your goosebumps was now the way his hands left yours and travelled down your body rather than the chilliness of the hall.

"All day, not even a text from you," he scolded as his hand rubbed down your waist to your hips. "This is my reward and your punishment, and you won't even let me see you... I should exact my revenge anyway, even if you did obey the rules."

"I—I did obey the rules," you spoke softly. "No panties, just like Minnie said." Your sudden obedience made Minho smile slightly, enjoying the pet name you've given to him in your confusion.

"Well, if you want to prove that you're good and follow the rules," the grip on your waist became unbearably tight and you groaned at Minho's eagerness, "then you have to show me."

With his hands placed firmly on your body, Minho abruptly flipped you against the wall, pressing your face into the cold brick. You grunted at the action, shocked with the ease it took to move you like that and somehow enjoying the pain of your face hitting the wall. God, you felt sickened by your own submission, how you enjoyed how he tossed you around.

Minho pressed firmly into you, resting his head on your shoulder and letting his hands glide down your hips to the front of your plump thighs.

"C'mon baby," he growled into your ear, stroking your fat up and down, "show me what you got." Harshly tugging at you, your entire body shifted in his hold. Minho had pulled your ass out and now had your chest pressed into the wall, your back arching in an attempt to hold your precarious posture.

"M-Minho," you mewled out, embarrassment washing over you.

"Aw, y/n, don't worry," he cooed with fake innocence. "It's just us, no need to worry." His hands rubbed the sides of your thighs, his dick pressing into the curve of your ass. "I just wanna get my reward." As you whimpered under him, Minho tantalizingly edged your skirt up, licking his lips at the thought of seeing you bare. Not being able to wait any longer, Minho let his hands ride up your skirt, following the curve of your thighs up against your ass and allowing the fabric to bunch up at your waist.

Minho's deep breathing was the only sound you could hear, your ears flush and your cunt so wet it almost dripped down to the floor below you.

"God, Y/n... you're so pretty... fuck," Minho panted as he let his hands grip your flesh firmly, throwing his head back at the feeling. You moaned as he massaged your ass, unconsciously pushing back further until you pressed firmly into his growing cock. Nothing could match this sensation for him. With every push into you, you pushed back, allowing him to hump your ass through his clothes. If you kept this up, he would cream his pants, ruining them and letting everyone know for the rest of the day that you were so perfect, so hot you were able to make him cum without even taking off his pants. The contortion of your body and your easily accepted submission told Minho everything he needed to know: you were desperate for his cock, and you wanted nothing more than to be filled with him. You didn't even wear panties for him today. God, you were perfect. Rutting into you was all that Minho needed. Relief washed over him with every pump into you. Both of you needed—no, both of you craved this. It was perfect. Looking down at you Minho loved the swell of your backside. Your perfect ass was literally in his grasp, and he could do this forever—

"What is that?" he asked, pulling away and silencing your moans with his sudden question.

Both of you stiffened, knowing what he was referring to. Frankly, you were scared of what was to come. Nonetheless, you tried to play dumb.

"What... what are you talking about?" you asked innocently.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," Minho growled. The fabric of your skirt pushed higher until his hands found what they were looking for: a hidden hem underneath your skirt. The pressure in your throat built up as your fear crept within you. The article of clothing you attempted to hide had been found.

"Nothing—" you began.

"Don't play fucking dumb with me!" Minho interrupted. His hands grabbed your waist again and, once more, flipped you into the wall. Face to face with him, you realized how little his voice actually let on his true frustration. Fire was behind his eyes, burning from the outrage you had invoked by disobeying him. His arms caged you into the wall, leaning on his elbow while his other hand was placed on your hips.

"Lift. Up. Your. Skirt." Minho's voice was precise and punctual, dictating his rage with every word. For some reason, you still tried to soothe the bull.

"Minho, you should calm—"

"Lift up the fucking skirt!" He shot back. Unflinchingly, you attempted to stare him down, try to out-intimidate him though you knew it would be useless. If you tried to get out of this situation any other way, you knew Minho would immediately want to reassert his dominance. You wanted to simply walk away or call his bluff, but you knew that Minho would grab you and fuck you in the middle of that hall instead. Yet, regardless of your inner carnal desires to fuck him in front of everyone, his anger made you digress, and you followed his orders. Your hands made their way down your body towards the hem of your skirt, grasping it slightly and then reversing up your body to pull the fabric up.

While your eyes stared forward, Minho glared down at your skirt. He knew what was going on and he knew he would be disappointed when he saw it with his own eyes. And he was.

Your breaths were both shaky, filling your ears as he stared down at your cunt.

Instead of your bare, leaking pussy in front of him, you were feebly covered by a small article of clothing— one just big enough to cover your slit but small enough to reveal your ass.

"You're wearing panties," he stated blankly.

"...Actually," your eyes finally met his, "It's a thong. So," you continued hesitantly with a stable voice as if you were explaining the situation to a child, "I didn't technically break the rules." Silence encapsulated the two of you as Minho's breath made you shake. His fury was undeniable, but it simply seemed to radiate off of him. Otherwise, his expression and demeanour were relatively emotionless. But you knew better. You knew that this little act of defiance was probably the straw that broke the camel's back. You swear Minho was about to pounce on you right then and there.

After a beat, Minho spoke.

"How dare you talk back to me right now," he said blankly. You daren't respond to his scolding comment. "You had one instruction, refused to obey it, then patronize me, acting like I wouldn't even fucking notice." Opening your mouth to speak, you quickly shut it when Minho brought his finger to your mouth, silencing you. Then, dropping his hands to your thighs, he rode them up your legs to the edge of the thong. You assumed he would pull it down, taking the thong and making you finish the day actually without underwear. Again— you didn't break the rules because you didn't wear panties. Thongs are panties. Right?

But, Minho didn't take them off. Instead, he pulled them up high, making the fabric that barely covered you apply unbearable pressure to your clit and making you gasp. Leaning in close, Minho placed his head beside yours and whispered in your ear.

"Tonight. Your place. 7 PM. You'll be home alone, yeah?" You give a stiff nod, confirming the time, place, and circumstances. "Good." Minho pulls back and studies your face for a second as he slowly lowers his hands, making you finally breathe out from the pressure relief on your clit.

"And these," he says, "better be out of fucking sight." Finally, he releases your thong straps with a snap against your hips, making you shiver.

In the distance, the faint beeping of the fire alarm shuts off. Shortly after, both of your heads snap up to at the sound of distant voices. Students and staff had begun re-entering the building, telling you that your time was up.

"Fuck, they're gonna think I ditched," Minho sighed, placing his hands in his pockets and leaning back, trying to look down the hall and see if anyone is coming around (though he knew they wouldn't enter this dead zone). "It's fine, I'm pretty sure I can convince my teacher he just brushed over me when taking attendance outside. You should do the same."

His newfound nonchalance shocked you. He was acting as if he didn't just have you bent over, on the verge of begging you to let him ruin you. When Minho was finished studying the hall, he looked back at you examining him intently. Minho smirked and let out a single chuckle.

"I'll see you tonight, y/n," he said. With that goodbye, Minho sauntered off to the rising noise of students, leaving you alone, desperate, and highly embarrassed in the hall.

"Fuck," you sighed aloud. "That's the second time he's left me high and dry. Fucking bastard."

After letting Minho sneakily rejoin the crowd of bustling students, you quickly followed, reemerging into the sea of similarly dressed students and staff, lingering at the back so that no one could glance up your skirt while walking up the stairs.

You knew for a fact that, though you weren't bare, you had completely soaked through the little fabric that concealed you. Fuck, the rest of the day was going to be long.

continued in part 3

[ciaossu-imagines]

Could I get some NSFW headcanon for dazai , chuya and ranpo please 🙏 💋💋

( lov u 😘)

Of course you can, my lovely anon! I love you too and hope you’re having a great day, that you’ve eaten and slept well! Thanks so much for the request and I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons!

Dazai

Okay, but please sit on this man’s face. He wants you too; he needs you too. He lives for this, honestly. And while he’s skilled with his words, his tongue definitely has other uses as he’s more than capable of turning a partner into a quivering, orgasmic mess with just his tongue alone, though he never leaves it at just that, using his mouth and his fingers and any toys that are handy. He could honestly be very happy just eating his partner out for quite a while, at least until their knees are weak and their thighs are shaking.

Dazai does dirty talk like nobody else. He’s always had the gift of gab and honeyed words drip off his tongue without shame in even the most innocent of circumstances. Is it any surprise that during foreplay and penetrative sex, he’s equally vocal and complimentary? Other than dirty talk, which can be either praise, orders, or degrading, depending on what his partner prefers or is in the mood for, Dazai is actual pretty silent when it comes to noises he’ll make during sex, other than a slightly raspy, almost muffled half gasp, half groan he makes just as he’s cumming.

He’s very much into toys. He finds them fun to play with, both for himself and his partner. There are so many varieties out there that it would be a shame not to explore. However, for masturbating by himself, he doesn’t really incorporate toys, preferring to explore that world with his partner.

Chuuya

I really feel like this man is pretty above average when it comes to his penis. And the fact that he’s really slim and small in his body stature makes it look even bigger. It’s a really solid, above-average seven inches in length (and don’t let some of the Tumblr headcanons fool you; that is definitely big), but it’s pretty girthy as well, nice and fat. There’s not a lot going on for thick veining and he’s circumcised. It’s thick and he gets really shaky when being given hand jobs or blowjobs. His cock tends to twitch a lot during those times, and it slightly embarrasses him.

He’s a vocal lover. He probably initially tries to be quieter and not make a lot of noise early on in the sexual relationship, worried it might put his lover off or seem unmanly if he was to let loose vocally. As he gets more and more comfortable though and doesn’t worry as much about his partner’s reaction, he gets increasingly vocal, starting with sounds. Gasps, moans, grunts…then comes the vocal encouragement. He’s definitely more than willing to let his partner know how good they feel, how tight and warm and perfect they feel around him, or how they should keep using their tongue just like that because fuck, baby, it feels so good.

Chuuya is not into PDA. It’s a huge turn-off for him if his partner is into risky or public sex or exhibitionism of any kind. Other than that, he’s willing to at least try most kinks, if only to see what his partner enjoys so much about it.

Ranpo

Okay, but have you heard of the term pillow princess? Well, Ranpo is definitely a pillow prince. He really does love taking it easy, laying back and letting his partner do most of the work. He wants to be pampered sexually and made to feel so good.

Ranpo has a long refractory period, but he makes up for it in other ways. Once he’s been made to cum, he actually really enjoys the half-pain, half incredibly, indescribably amazing feeling of being overstimulated. If they’re having penetrative sex, he’ll stay hard during that overstimulation period and fully encourages his partner to just use him after he’s cum in them. He wants to experience that feeling while watching his partner’s body and face as they focus solely on their own pleasure and on getting off. He especially likes demanding that they look at him right as they’re cumming. He does think it’s only fair, this arrangement – he expects to be made to cum, so it’s only fair for his partner to use him to get off as well.

Ranpo won’t have much, if any, sexual experience. He’s very green going into his first sexual relationship but he more than makes up for lost time, having an incredibly high libido once he does experience sex. A day without sex will be an incredibly bad day in his opinion and it’s enough to make him almost unbearable to be around because of his crankiness if he goes more than a couple days without the chance to have his cock somewhere inside his partner.

[pocket-gyu]

Think About Me - Kim Mingyu

⚠️angst … + some fluff⚠️

Think about me - Kim Mingyu 

Summary: mingyu is away on tour and y/n needs him. (angst)

Word Count: 1k

"y/n i told you this was going to happen. you knew this was going to happen when we started this relationship. you cant get angry about it now. especially since it has only been 3 weeks since i left." mingyu says with a rough voice. he is tired and y/n is complaining to him about missing him and him being gone on tour.

" its not that mingyu. i knew what i was getting into when i started this with you, and you do nothing but remind me everytime you leave for anything."

"then what is it y/n. im so tired of you mentioning this or that every phone call. just give it up, im not home right now but i will be in like 2 weeks i think you can hang on for a little longer like you always have. i dont get what has changed." mingyu's words slam into y/n with so much force that she cant even think of the next words to say. she cant believe mingyu could just openly say something like that to their loved ones.

" i would like to believe that you think about me while your gone, but this and how you never text me back pretty much sums it up. i told you before you left that my mom is getting her cancer results soon and she did. i really thought that if i needed you, you would be there. especially when i willingly wait for a time that i know you aren't busy. but im starting to really hurt here mingyu. i love you so much and im alwaysd there for you when you need me. i know you are a busy man being an idol and everything, but every once and a while i need you. i cant be the only one supporting the other in this relationship."

silence ensues between the couple as mingyu stares through the phone in shock at his girlfriends out burst. y/n has the phone layed down on the bed facing the ceiling, mingyu can hear the soft sob coming from her, and it makes him sigh and run his hand down his face. he knows that wonwoo will be coming into the hotel room soon from the small meet up he had with the stage manager. but he also knows that he cant just leave her crying because it would make the whole situation worse than it actually is.

after another mintue of silence mingyu finally decides to actually say something. "y/n did you guys get the news from your mothers doctor today?" he hears a sniffle and takes that as a yes. it makes sense as to why she is more emotional at the moment than normal. it had to of been bad. her mother has been sick for a really long time.

"yeah. they said its stage 4. she only has 2 to 3 months left." a cry leaves her mouth right after the last words enters the room. the pain of knowing her mother will be gone soon taking a hold over her. "she told me not to worry and to have hope that she will be here longer than the time frame given but its so bad gyu. so, so bad. she can already barely sit up on her own and the doctors are keeping her in the hospital for longer because they are scared her lungs will give out in the middle of the night." the words are just taking her over. there are so many things that the doctor said to y/n that is just upsetting that she cant get them all out at once.

"y/n i need you to breath for me. in through your nose out through your mouth. you need to calm down. i will figure out a way to get home to you some how sooner so that you wont be alone." his words shock y/n to the core.

"you don-"

"yes i do. you need me there and i cant let you go through this alone. and before you say anything they will understand. the members and carats. our carats will know that i have to do this." his words this time are touching. he is willing to risk his reputation with the fans in the places he still has to go, just to be with her. "say ok y/n so i know that you are listening." y/n nods her head yes and mingyu whispers that he loves her before hanging up the phone, presumably to talk to people about leaving back to korea.

y/n knows that the chances of him getting to leave soon is slim. he cant exactly just pick up everything and leave the tour. he has to make sure that everything is set with the boys and that the company is ok with him being in korea alone with her during this time. y/n could stay up all night and wait, but instead she falls asleep dreaming of mingyu laying next to her, hugging her close to him tight.

next morning 3am:

hello carats,

this is pledis entertainment. seventeens kim mingyu

will be taking a short temporary hiatus from all

activities under personal reasons. he apologizes

to all fans that will not be able to see him on tour as

he will be leaving from tour for his hiatus. it is uncertain

how long said hiatus will be, but he will return when he

is ready.

pledis entertainment

y/ns phone buzzes waking her up from her sleep. she picks up the phone and messily picks it up to read what it says. an article screenshot appears in front of her. she reads it slowly and gasps. he found a way to come home. y/n quickly calls mingyus phone hoping that he isn't already on the plane to korea. mingyu answers the phone on the second ring.

"i told you i would find a way baby!"

[litchihikxriclub]

This is all in middle school, right? So in the “everyone lives” au, do these kids just like… go to high school? I can see some dropping out, but would they still remain in contact without a school club around?

You don’t have to answer both questions. I really love your writing, thank you for posting it!!

Yep! The prequel starts out with them at age 10–11-ish, and by the main manga, they're in their second year of middle school. And yeahhh... dropping out after middle school is definitely a common thing in Keikou. High school isn't mandatory in Japan, and I can imagine a number of the boys just... wouldn't bother. It's easier to make money and support themselves and their families if they're working full-time, so yep, dropping out is going to happen. oAo

And yeah, I'll answer both questions!! o3o

. . .

Zera

Finishing school is really the best he can hope for. Post-Hikari Club, Zera doesn't have a lot to rely on. He's more or less friendless (outside of Nico and Jaibo's attempts to be around him), and also so utterly ashamed of everything that happened in the club's final days that he'd just as soon never face any of them again. As much as he despises the idea of living a pointless, dead-end life like everyone else in Keikou, he doesn't have other options. Going to a semi-decent college would be the best thing possible, at this point, so Zera resigns himself to that fate.

Nico

Considering that he was working a part-time job (and probably forced to by his mother) when he was eleven-ish, I doubt he's making it through high school. Nico drops out as soon as he can, because making enough money to eat on a semi-regular basis ranks higher in his life than finishing school. If his relationship with Zera isn't completely ruined by that point, he'd try to stay in contact, but other than that and Tamiya's insistent attempts to reach out, Nico also cuts contact with most of the club. He has bigger things to worry about than his old friendships, after all.

Raizou

He's in a good enough situation that he can afford to get through high school, even though life only gets harder for him as he grows up. Raizou has always had issues with being bullied and not allowed to be himself, and those only worsen as he nears adulthood. His dad's expectations keep getting higher, meaning that he doesn't have much of a choice in what he does. He'll stay close friends with Yakobu no matter what (those two are together for life, more or less), but after the way the Hikari Club ended, he'd just as soon avoid the rest of those scary boys from here out.

Kaneda

Unfortunately, Riku doesn't really know what he wants to do with himself. He'd like to finish high school to make his mom happy (and because he can't think of anything better to do), but there's nothing in the future that he's particularly hopeful for. He's most likely to stick close to Tamiya and Dafu— and probably base his decisions on whatever those two end up doing. He's also perfectly willing to leave the Hikari Club behind forever, and doesn't want to keep talking to any of the former members outside of his prior friends. Those years were a living nightmare, after all.

Dentaku

He's absolutely staying in school. Dentaku's skill with mathematics and engineering means that he actually has a chance (however slim) of a good job and an easier life than he grew up with. Getting through high school and passing the entrance exams to a decent college is all he can hope for, and he's relying on his talents to get him through it. He'd be willing to stay in touch with whoever reaches out, especially Zera, but he's probably not going to make an effort unless someone else does first. School is his number one focus from that point on.

Dafu

Like Kaneda, he doesn't really have any plans of his own— and he ends up following Tamiya's choices too. Katsuya hasn't figured out any personal goals yet, so sticking with his friends is really the best thing he can think to do. Of the three of them, he's the most likely to drop out of high school at some point, but that chance is still pretty slim. A peaceful life sounds best after everything that's happened (though he doesn't have much hope for himself and what the future will hold). All he wants is to get by and never have to think about how badly things could have ended ever again.

Tamiya

Once the club is gone, Hiroshi has a pretty normal life ahead of him. He has goals and plans for what to do next, and finishing high school is an obvious part of that— his parents have always prayed he'd succeed, and he doesn't want to disappoint them. Even if he's living like every other normal, boring person in Keikou, Hiroshi just wants to have a stable life. As for the rest of the club, he stays close to Kaneda and Dafu for sure, never stops trying to reach out to Nico, and keeps minimal contact with most of the others. Jaibo and Zera are the only two he really wants to avoid.

Yakobu

It's fifty-fifty on if he'll make it through high school or not. Yakobu doesn't mind the idea of finishing it, but he also doesn't have any real reason to stick around if it gets too tough. If he thinks he can find a decent job outside of school, or if his grades dip too low, there's nothing stopping him from giving up and moving on to whatever option comes next. He's one of the most willing to stay in contact with the club, as a whole, especially if the situation there never got too dangerous. Of course, Raizou will stay his best friend no matter what. Those two are near-inseparable.

Jaibo

Another definite drop-out. Jaibo has so many problems that there's a good chance he'd get himself expelled eventually, anyway. He's not stable enough to manage higher education, and he doesn't particularly care to try. He'll stick with his dad for as long as he can get away with it, all while keeping up the same disturbing practices he always has. He'll trail after Zera if the two's relationship wasn't completely ruined, but Jaibo is bound to be moving on to new targets as well— after all, he needs someone to pay for his needs once his dad gets tired of supporting him.

[meditating-dog-lover]

Redpilling myself - things I need to achieve but am too scared to

So I feel like I have achieved a lot in my life and am successful. I've made a lot of great accomplishments that I should be proud of. As a result, I am in a great place in my life right now and can see this being the case for years to come.

Whether it was doing well in school, going to a great college, attaining an MS degree, leaving my dad's country, gaining freedom from my dad and his family, living in a stable household in the US, working a successful and respected job, learning about financial responsibility and saving money, taking care of my health, working on my looks, becoming a nicer person, socializing, etc... these have all been outstanding accomplishments. But there are 2 I still need to face.

Confidence in my looks (style, clothes, and makeup). I have terrible style because I have very poor confidence and self-image. Everyone has insecurities, but mine are severe. I've struggled with body dysmorphia in the past too and still kind of do (but it's gotten better). It's a shame because I'm not an ugly person at all. I just need to work on this. I've done some degree of glowing up this year, by coloring and styling my hair differently, receiving professional skin treatments, doing my eyebrows and nails at home, and teeth straightening and whitening (my 300$ toothbrush helped with this). I started taking supplements as well which helped a lot with my skin, hair, and nail health. They also helped with sugar and junk food cravings, and this helped keep me physically healthy. I do want to work on my physical activity and improve my posture. I bought a jump rope and I plan to use it frequently because my body type needs high-intensity cardio (like running but I'm not a fan) to stay lean and slim. I might even consider meeting with a personal trainer to discuss all my goals, etc... Plus my posture needs improvement, but I can deal with that along with my continuous jump-roping habit. At the very least, my facial posture has improved since I can now comfortably nasal breathe thanks to my tongue-tie release. But what I'm very uncomfortable with is clothes and makeup. I have poor confidence, do I don't feel comfortable or willing to wear nice clothes and makeup. Because I don't feel "pretty" or "fit" enough to wear them. Again this ties in with deep-rooted poor self-image and this is something I need to discuss in therapy.

I am scared of dating. I can socialize fine for the most part, though I can get frigid because I am worried I'm going to say something I might deem shameful or be judged probably because I care so much about what people think about me and because my parents raised me to be so concerned with image and how I look. That's another thing I need to address in my life - to let go of that shame my parents raised me with. But dating, I am even too scared to form and develop romantic feelings for people. You need to be completely vulnerable and open to someone to develop feelings for them. When you're frigid and anxious and have poor self-esteem, it's not going to work out effectively. Shame is one thing I need to work on, as well as my debilitating anxiety. And I need to work on 1 because it ties in a lot with self-confidence and I need to be happy and confident in and love myself before I can be happy and confident in and love others. I can genuinely say I feel anxious, shameful, frigid, and poor-confidence in myself. That needs to sort itself out, otherwise, I'll project the same emotions onto others who I am supposed to love. Also I cannot blame everything on my dad now as an adult, but he never let me date growing up which prevented me from being exposed to that environment. He made me miss out on a lot of opportunities when I was younger, unfortunately. But as an adult, it's my responsibility to be free from him and make up for what he prevented me from being exposed to as someone who had no agency of their own at the time due to being a minor. Now I'm an adult and have the freedom to sort this out.

This will work out, just as the other issues in my life did. No one alive has their shit 100% figured out, myself included. But I can take some steps in the right direction to correct any deficiencies and insecurities I have. This will be tough but I'm here for the challenge. Even if it takes a while and needs to be handled in small steps and increments. Again these 2 main things are what I should be discussing in therapy, if anything.

[acefantasiesworld]

Tri.sona

note: for the record yes I know some of this may make no sense, my brain came up with idea and I went with it. I also don't have any art for zephyr yet but there may be some in the future??

name: zephyr von streke alternate names: zephyr the psycho, vesper, zeph race: half human, half plant age: unknown but guessed to be around 60 height: 5’9” favorite things: donuts, stars, caterpillars, jellies

Relatives- Eustass von streak(biological father), Mary von streak (biological mother) Magnus rowe(adoptive brother/caretaker), Layton rowe(adoptive brother/caretaker), Holly von streke(adoptive daughter), Cody saverem(biological son), baby sprout/baby saverem(biological son)

About zephyr- Born Vesper von streak to the von streak family in New Kansas city, Zephyr is the son of new kansas city’s mayor. Born with an unknown disease that leaves him dangerously sick and frail, he is set strictly to stay within his home. Despite his family’s slightly high status, Zephyr's parents are quite the opposite privately then how they are publicly and exploit his sickness to gain profits and use them elsewhere rather than seek help for a possible cure to Zephyr's ailment. During the years until he becomes a young teen, Zephyr is constantly visited by a kind man who makes the young boy forget about his worries and ailment whenever he is visited.

 Not long after the man’s last visit to new kansas city Zephyr is sold by his parents for money to the city’s scientists for experimentation using their plant. Though the people who take Zephyr in actually try to find the cure for his sickness in which they end up finding a way using their plant when he’s 22, the experiment permanently rids him of his disease but it also stops his physical aging leaving him to look like a young adult presently. Along the way he ends up abandoning the name Vesper von streak and begins to go by Zephyr von streke while living with the scientists. Not long after Zephyr becomes a gunman but also partially works as a traveling bounty hunter, along the way he ends up finding a little girl named Holly with no family, he ends up adopting her as his own child and raises her in the newest built part of new kansas city.

Appearance- Zephyr is a tall slim man with tanned skin and dark hair with a single streak of white running through the right. His hair is usually pushed back to keep out of his eyes or sometimes frames his face just resting above his cheekbones. His eyes are fern green with bright flecks of amber though he’s usually seen with dark sunglasses either wearing them or having them rest atop his head (uncanny moment, his eyes naturally glow due to the experiments hence the glasses, his eyes look like bright green glow sticks in the dark). Zephyr’s outfit consists of a tight fitting black turtleneck with sleeves running mid forearm, black high waisted leather pants and midcalf combat boots. On top he adorns a large black trench coat that lays over his shoulder with his arms not in its sleeves. Inside his coat are built in holsters that carry his guns and blade for quick access, the coat is also reinforced to withstand impalements from attackers. Sitting below zephyr’s collarbones is a necklace that holds a glass sphere which contains a single red paper petal of a flower from a planet no longer habitable which was gifted to him by vash a long time ago.

Personality- Though silent most of the time Zephyr is quite the whimsical character especially with children as he adores them to bits and pieces. He’s very friendly with strangers as well and is quite approachable and willing to help at any given chance. Coincidentally Zephyr lives by the same morals as vash does, having been taught by him and all so even during his years as a gunman and bounty hunter he hasn’t ever killed anyone, only ever having wounded his attackers and such. He has a major soft spot for vash since he’s known him back when he was younger.

Others(fun facts & such)~ Despite there being no flourishing plants and wildlife on no man's land zephyr is highly fascinated with the purple emperor butterfly caterpillar, a little green caterpillar with what almost seem like little horns on its head and a cute little face. He’s only seen images of this little bug in nature books saved from earth. The same goes for moon jellies and the purple striped jellyfish, their unique shape and colors being an amazing wonder to him. If there was a chance to ever get to see them alive he would probably cry like a small child getting a puppy as a gift.

--photo refs from others category--

[aplaceforthesoul]

Anonymous submitted:

I have this weird gut feeling that my fiancé fancies his brothers fiancé. They obviously knew each other before I came on the scene but I’ve noticed that whenever we visit them, he seems so overly invested in what she has to say and when we leave, every time he mentions having seen his brother, it takes him all of one sentence to circle back to her.  He was supposed to contact the doctors in regards to some physio sessions but decided he’d rather wait an unknown amount of time for them to move closer to where we live so he can get seasons from her as that’s why she does. We were also going out for a date last week and I was downstairs putting my shoes on whilst my fiancé was in the kitchen, his brother and fiancé were staying over and as she came downstairs, I looked over at him and he just kept looking at her (bare in mind she’s had a child and is incredibly slim compared to me). Maybe I’m overthinking it but if he’s ever mentioned a female friend or colleague, it’s never bothered me but for some reason this really has.

I think the only thing you can do is talk to him about this. he’s your fiancé - someone who you’re wanting to be with for life should be someone that you can talk to about anything. 

just be as open and honest as you can - saying “I” statements (eg. I feel ____) makes it more subjective, and hopefully means that your fiancé is less likely to get defensive over it. but an honest conversation and communication is really the only way past this, otherwise it’s likely to sit in the dark corners of your mind and start to snowball into a bigger issue. 

tell him what you told us here -- that it’s never bothered you before when he’s mentioned female friends or colleagues, that it feels like he’s overly invested in things that she has to say, that he’s willing to put his health at risk to wait for her to move closer for physio sessions, that it feels like a lot of conversations circle back to her. 

during the conversation, mention that you’re wanting to talk about this because it’s worrying you and upsetting you, that you want to resolve it so you can continue being happy and content with being engaged. say to him that it’s not about distrusting him, but that something just feels off and you need a little reassurance from him that things really are ok. mention that you feel safe enough with him to be open and vulnerable about this! he may still get defensive or upset, but if you express that you still love him and trust him and want this relationship/marriage to work, it may in turn help reassure him too. 

it’s not easy at all to have conversations like this -- it means admitting your flaws and potential jealousy and insecurity, that’s a bloody hard to thing to do. but if you truly want to be able to resolve this, then talking about it is really the only solution. 

we’re answering this a while after you sent it into the blog, my sincere apologies for that ): let us know how things worked out for you friend, I hope you were able to resolve your anxiety and stress <3

- tash

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

hi! I saw that your matchups are still open. Would you do one for me? If you don't want to do it, feel free to delete it. I didn't saw any info you need to put in the matchup request so I hope this is enough.

I'm a 18 year girl with dark brown eyes and long brown hair too, kinda wavy. I'm Spanish but apart from that I speak English and a little bit of Russian. My skin is very pale and I'm medium height, 5.7ft. My body has a slim complexion, the only exception are my thighs and waist because they're wider and curvier. I must say I'm weak with my arms.

I'm leaning on the introverted side (INFP) because I put effort in getting to know the person until calling them my friend and not someone I get along with, so certain types of people could leave me tired causing a lot of time alone in my house... I really value acts of service and a lot of quality time in a relationship of any short. I don't shy away from telling what I think to people because that makes me a genuine person, but I consider myself to have enough emotional intelligence to not be stupid doing so. That could come from my love of talking about many topics and listening to other people, my voice tends to go VERY loud when I'm invested in it but I don't notice it. They say I'm a caring and generous person who likes to help people. Also, with a great sense of humour, I need to have many inside jokes. On the negative side I'm kinda clumsy and clueless in some things even if I don't mean to. Even If I try to brush them off sometimes, I have some insecurities about my personality because I'm worried of being "too much..." "Very..." or even boring.

Some of my hobbies are: cooking, reading historical and romance books, watching horror movies or old movies and some random series, board games, listening to music, scrolling through social media, meditation, learning languages, walks or picnics, hanging out in the nature, having debates

And some of the topics I love are: history, psychology, spiritualism, horror, astrology, politics, films, philosophy, recipes, literature, memes, documentaries, nature...

I ship you with... Hannibal Lector!

Hannibal is obviously an highly educated man to say the least. Hannibal is more than willing to teach you all about what he knows about psychology. This man knows quite a few languages given his childhood so he understands your love for learning new languages. He can see your genuine compassion and care towards people which tends to be rare to see in todays world.

Although you may think that you might be "too boring" because of your interests and/ or personality, Hannibal finds it refreshing compared to the other personalities that he deals with as an influential psychiatrist. Your clumsiness worries him at times but overall finds it endearing. Given that Hannibal is affluent, there's always some sort of affluent person around him in public. He loves when you debate the politicians on issues you believe in because 1) he loves seeing that spark in your eyes and 2) he loves seeing the said politician look like an blathering idiot because of your wit.

Other possibilities: elliot Spencer, Otis Driftwood, Asa Emory

[manygalaxiesinone]

Panty & Stocking: Disgaea AU Pt. 16 Unbroken Bond

Flonne is still in the human world searching for the flower of friendship

Flonne: “Okay, the next trial is the trial of strength. In order to proceed, you must be able to protect the friend or friends the dummies represent. If either of them get destroyed by the time you reach the next area, you fail.”

Suddenly, the replicas of Panty and Stocking appear before Flonne.

Flonne: “Panty...Miss Stocking. Don’t worry. I’ll always keep you safe, no matter what happens!”

Much to Flonne’s surprise, the dummies start moving on their own.

Flonne: “W-Wait! Where are you going?!” Runs after them.

Soon, mysterious archers appear from the darkness and shoot arrows at the fake sisters.

Flonne: “Barrier!” Casts a barrier spell to stop the arrows. “That was close.”

Despite that, the replicas continue to move.

Flonne: “Please, wait!”

After more walking, some shadow warriors get ready to jump the two replica sisters.

Flonne: “Mega wind!” Uses a wind spell to blow the warriors away. “Are you okay?”

The sisters stop for a moment...

Flonne: “Hmm? What’s wrong?”

Without saying anything for a few moments, they continue walking.

Flonne: “That’s strange. Why did they stop? W-Wait for me!” Runs after them

After a good while of fighting.

Flonne: “W-We’re...almost at the end...Thank goodness.”

Right as the sisters are about to reach the exit, a shadow warrior appears, ready to attack.

Flonne: “Oh no! There’s more? B-But...I’m drained of my magic...”

Right when the warrior was about to hit the Panty replica, Flonne jumped in the way and took the hit instead, sending her flying to a wall. Once again, the two sisters stopped moving and looked at Flonne.

Flonne: “Please...go on without me...you have to make it!”

Panty(?): “...”

Stocking(?): “...”

Flonne: “I may have failed...but I’m glad I got to know you two...”collapses

The shadow warrior gets ready for another attempt until the Stocking replica pulls twin swords from nowhere and slices the warrior up and the Panty replica shoots it finishing it off. The two of them go over to the injured Flonne and pick her up, taking her over to the exit together.

Meanwhile, back in Celestia, the Anarchy sisters are trying to sleep.

Panty: “...”

-flashback-

Panty: “Pfffft! Hahahahaha! You should see the look on your face right now!” Puts the gun away and wipes a tear from her face. “Oh man, I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard.”

Flonne: “Ah, you were joking…phew.”

Stocking: Opens the house door. “Sis, could you quit scaring the poor girl help me with clean up for once in your life?”

Panty: “Yeah, yeah. Be there in a bit.”

Flonne: “Sis? So…you two are…”

Panty: “Yup. Those Anarchy Sisters you were looking for? You just found ‘em. Name’s Panty, and the b@#$& over there’s my little sister, Stocking.”

Flonne: “My name’s Flonne. It’s very nice to meet the two of you.”

-end of flashback-

Panty: turns her head. “...”

-flashback-

Flonne: “Maybe if I can talk to him, he won’t be so hard on you two anymore.”

Panty: “Don’t bother. I’ve met stubborn mules before and that’s one massive jackass.”

Flonne: “Please! Let me give it a chance! Even if it’s slim, I want to believe it’ll work out in the end.”

Panty: “You’re…willing to go that far for us? Why?”

Flonne: “Because that’s what friends do for each other.”

Panty: “Friends? We just met. Do you know silly you sound right now?”

Flonne: “…”

Stocking: “Oh look at that Panty, you’re about to make a little girl cry.”

Panty: “Hey, don’t pin this on me!”

Flonne: “…”

Panty: “Fine. Give it a shot it you really want to, but I’m not gonna hold my breath.”

Flonne: “Okay! Leave it to me!”

Panty: “Way to make a total 180.”

-end of flashback-

Panty: buries her head in the pillow “...”

Stocking: “I hate to break it to you, but this one incident isn’t going to get everyone to start liking us right away. You do remember that me being accused of theft isn’t the only reason I’ve been blacklisted in the other shops, right? Not to mention all the other rumors…”

Flonne: “I know, but things usually start with a small step forward. If we keep at it, then I’m sure that one day…”

Panty: “…”

Stocking: “Are you crying over there sis?”

Panty: “N-No I’m crying! It’s just…no one’s ever gone so far for us before. Everyone treats us like we don’t belong here, like we’re demons in disguise, and here comes this angel trainee all eager to set things right just because she wants to be our friend. I just don’t know how to feel about it.”

-next flashback-

Panty: “Whew. What a night. You really saved my ass again Flonne. I owe you big this time.”

Flonne: “Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re safe, Panty.”

Panty: “I may hate sweets, but you’re alright in my book.”

Flonne: “…Are you saying you want to eat me?”

Panty: “You should really be careful who you ask that to, kiddo.”

-end of flashbacks-

Panty: Turns her head again and looks at the sky “...”

Panty: “Anyway, I’m thinking about getting Flonne a gift. There’s gotta be some sort of toy from the show out there, right?”

Stocking: “It’s pretty popular, so it’s likely, wait, you’re actually going to give someone a gift?”

Panty: “Yeah, with all the crap she put herself through for us, don’t you think she deserves something nice?”

Stocking: “…You’re right. In fact, let me see if I can find something online. Shouldn’t be a problem if we pay for it together.”

-next flashback-

Flonne: “While they do have an attitude, the sisters are decent people and don’t deserve to be treated like how they are by the other angels. Please Master Vulcanus, can’t you help put an end to the false rumors everyone’s spreading about them?”

Vulcanus: “Unbelievable! You’re actually defending those heathens?! To think those two managed to poison that simple-headed mind of yours.”

Flonne: “Master Vulcanus, my mind is clear as the sky! I’m defending them because I’m telling the truth! Panty and Stocking aren’t heartless monsters like everyone says they are! They’re my dear friends!”

-next flashback-

Panty: “What was that part about "wanting to get to know us” you snake? Or how “people should be open about their bonds”?“

Stocking: "I’m surprised you can remember all of that.”

Flonne: “I-I…”

Panty: Takes out her gun. “I should just shoot you right now for stabbing us in the back like this!”

Flonne: “…Do it.”

Panty: “What?”

Flonne: “I can tell that I hurt you, but it was never my intention. You’re right, a real friend would never do this. But I know a simple apology won’t be enough to make up for what I’ve done. If you really think shooting me will atone for this, then by all means. I am prepared for any punishment.” Closes her eyes.

Panty: “…” Slowly lowers her gun and throws the present at Flonne’s head.

Flonne: ??? Opens her eyes and sees the gift.

Panty: “…That’s…for everything.” Starts crying and runs off.

-end of flashbacks-

Panty: “...Who the hell am I kidding?” Gets out of bed and makes her way to the front door.

Stocking: “You couldn’t sleep either, could you?”

Panty: -!!- “W-What the hell are you doing up?”

Stocking: “I just told you I couldn’t sleep. Where are you off to?”

Panty: “Going to have a threesome at Muffler’s.”

Stocking: “...”

Panty: “...”

Stocking: “...”

Panty: “...Fine. I was...going to talk to Flonne.”

Stocking: “Pfft haha.”

Panty: “Yeah yeah, laugh it up. Gloat at how smart and right you are.”

Stocking: “I’m not laughing at that. Well, not completely. I’m laughing because, I was just about to do that too.”

Panty: “Haha...you b#$%@.”

Stocking: “Come on. Let’s see if we can at least try to work something out.”

Panty: “Okay but no promises.”

[ravenclaw-daydreams]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐧𝐞𝐫

Warnings: mention of assassination, graphic smut, adult content, mentions of murder, pervy men in the workplace, falling for a villain, guns, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, alcohol.

Masterlist

Summary: Jackson just wants a normal life but thanks to his business, his chances were slim. but after meeting you, his chances it doesn't seem like such a long shot anymore.

A/N: Reading Jack's Villian wiki gave me the idea, and the personality section is what really set it in motion. He's more human than we thought, folks. I felt VERY inclined to write this. :)

Jack wasn't proud of his work. He never was. But he knew that once he got into the business, he could never get out. And as fate would have it, you met him on the job.

Your boss was a ruthless, lying, manipulative son of a bitch, and you just so happened to be his receptionist. You hated your job and the way your pig of a boss would always make it sickeningly obvious he was starring at your breasts when asking you to make a call. You hated him. Sometimes you would imagine ways to kill the bastard and get away with it too.

Apparently, someone else had the same idea, but actually took the initiative of hiring an assassin. That's where you came in.

It was a late Friday night, and after a long grueling day of putting up with your boss's demands, you were so happy to see the front door of your home. You couldn't wait to collapse on the couch with a glass of red wine and have a leisurely weekend.

You fiddled with your keys as you tried to find the right one. 'Why the hell did I have all those keys anyways?' you thought to yourself bitterly as you shuffled them around.

But the sound of a gun cocking from behind you made you freeze. Air caught in your throat as you tried to convince yourself you didn't just hear what you thought you heard.

"Don't let me stop you," a smooth masculine voice from behind you sneered, pressing what you presumed to be the barrel of the gun point-blank onto your back, "Unlock the door, step inside. Scream and you die."

You gave a small nod, your search for the right key more frantic now, and once you found it, your shaking hand fumbled with it before finally slipping it into the keyhole, your trembling hand opening the door, and you felt yourself get pushed inside.

The door slammed behind you, and that's when you whipped around, now face to face with your captor. The gun was still pointed at you, but the man who was holding it was what stopped you in your tracks.

If someone told you that morning that you were going to be held at gunpoint by one of the most attractive men you had ever seen in your life, you would have laughed in their face. But you weren't laughing now.

"What do you want?" you managed to squeak out, his piercing blue eyes bore into yours.

"Well, I have a job to do, to put it plainly, and you're one of the only people that can help me complete it," he began to explain, "And you don't have a choice."

"What are you wanting from me?"

"Your boss. I want you to call him and tell him that there's something going on and he needs to swing by the office. Once he obliges, my guys who are waiting outside the building as we speak will take it from there."

"You're going to kill him?" you gasped. Sure, you considered doing it yourself, but you never thought anyone would actually try to do it.

"You don't need to worry about that. What you need to worry about is the gun that's pointed at you right now," he concluded, reaching for your home phone, politely holding it out for you to take.

You paused, and he raised a brow. Out of instinct, you tried to bolt past him to the front door, but when you realized it wasn't going to work, it was too late. He grabbed you violently as you thrashed in his grasp before he collapsed the two of you on the couch. He held you in one position until he felt your breathing calm, your neck in a headlock as you faced away from him, panting like an angry dog.

"Stop getting cute," he hissed next to your ear, and even though you couldn't see his face, you knew his teeth were gritting.

He finally trusted you wouldn't pull anything else after he gave a harsh squeeze to your trapped throat, and he let you go, and you immediately scooted to the other side of the couch.

You felt his eyes on you, and with a sudden jerked movement, he held out what you thought was the gun, making you flinch. But with a double-take, you realized it was just the phone.

You reached out, taking it, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt as if you could see something in his gaze. Something longing. Something not quite there. Reluctance.

Shaken fingers press the numbers as you click 'dial', but before you could hold it up to your ear, your captor stopped you.

"Nuh-uh. Speaker."

You nodded, pressing the speaker button before the dial tone echoed through your home. After three times, the line was suddenly picked up.

"What the hell are you doing calling at this hour?" your boss's harsh voice hissed through the phone.

"Yeah, Mr. Snider, there seems to be something happening at the office. Someone from the administration is here and demanding to see you," you tried your best to sound convincing.

"What do they fucking want?" he scorned, his tone making you flinch.

"I wish I knew, sir. They won't tell me anything," you tried to force a smile in your voice.

"Fucking useless," he grunted, making you shift uncomfortably.

"Should I tell them you're on your way?" you proposed.

"Fuck. Fine. I'll be there in 15. And hey, don't get bitchy with me, yeah? Don't forget, you work for me."

"Yes sir," you muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

All the while Jack was watching your reactions. He saw how you flinched at strong tones and saddened at the insults.

The sound of the line going dead was what snapped him back to reality, your still shaking hand setting it down on the coffee table.

"Is that all you needed?" you finally spoke.

"I wish I could say yes," his words made your gaze shift to the floor in disappointment, "I need to stay here until the deed is done."

"How long will that be?"

"After I make this phone call to let the guys know the target is on his merry way, we'll wait until I get a call back. Then we can part ways and you'll never speak of it to anyone. Or else I will have no other choice but to come back and kill you."

You curled in on yourself, resting your chin on your knees as you didn't answer, the sounds of a number being dialed making you cringe.

The sudden movement of him standing up made you flinch, and for a second you thought you almost saw a look of sympathy flash through his eyes before he held the phone to his ear, waiting for the other line to pick up.

"Stu? Yeah. Yeah, she called. He's on his way. He'll be there in 10. Make it look believable, yeah? Clients aren't paying us for anything that looks tacky."

Jack continued his conversation on the phone as he made his way to your kitchen, still in clear view of you. A few moments later he came back, the phone now hung up, a glass of water in his hand.

"Drink," he commanded.

"I'm not thirsty,"

He suddenly set the phone down, taking one of your hands and wrapping it around the cup, "I don't want you passing out on me. Drink," he commanded again.

Now it felt as if you had no choice. You lifted the cups to your lips, gently sipping as he watched you like a hawk until all the water was down your throat.

"Good girl," he praised jokingly, setting the glass on the table.

He then sat down with you on the couch. There was a prolonged silence.

"What's your name?" you finally asked.

He turned to you and cocked a brow.

"Sorry... just trying to make conversation," with an assassin you added bitterly in your head.

He scoffed, the room going back to silence, the two of you waiting... listening.

"Jackson."

"What?" you questioned, looking at him.

"My name. It's Jackson."

"Oh," you replied, "Well, I'm (name)."

"I know," he smirked.

You mentally facepalmed. Of course he did. He was an or assassin for fuck's sake.

"Can I call you Jack?" you asked meekly.

"Seeing as you won't ever see me again, sure. I haven't been called Jack since I was a kid though."

You could tell he was trying to open up. Just a little. Besides, he was right. It wasn't like he was ever going to see you again.

"Why?"

"Rippner. It's my last name," he explained.

"Oh shit," you said in spite of it not being lady-like, "That was a dick move on your parent's part."

"Tell me about it."

The conversation unfolded. You spoke about names, childhood experiences, hell, even what your favorite ice cream flavor was. It was a careless conversation with the mentality of getting everything out there.

You almost forgot that your boss was being killed right as you spoke. You felt the man in front of you open up. He was okay with being vulnerable with you.

That was until the phone rang, Jack rushing to pick it up.

"Yeah?"

His facial expression was unreadable as you watched him. Finally, he hung up the phone, his face returning to the same cold and distant look it had the moment you two had met.

"Well, (name), this is where we part ways," he began, but before he could walk to the front entryway, you grabbed his hand.

He looked startled as he turned around, his eyes searching your face for an answer. Your move was bold. Risky. But you were willing to take it.

"Don't go." your mouth moved before you could stop it.

He narrowed his eyes, almost as if he didn't believe it was you talking. Yet his hand was still being held tightly in yours.

"Please don't go."

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1 Year Later

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You flipped in your sleep, half awake when you realized the spot next to you was bare, the indent of the once sleepless man in his place. You sighed as you flipped back over, looking at the clock.

2:15 am.

You pulled yourself away from your kingdom of soft pillows and blankets and slipped out of bed, your feet pressing against the hardwood of your home. You left the bedroom, crept down the hallway, and when you were finally met with the living area of your home, you were met with the form of your lover.

He was hunched over on the couch, hovering over a glass of red wine that rested in his hand. He seemed to be lost in thought, his blue eyes no longer piercing but distant.

The creak of the floorboards under you gave your position away, the man glancing up at you, spooked.

An instant look of regret graced his beautiful features, "Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Hush," you sighed, "It's warmer out here anyway," you concluded.

"Even without your mountain of blankets?" he smirked, thinking of how adorable you looked cuddled up under the mound of linen.

"The bed is always cold when you're not in it," you whined, stilling next to him as he continued to nurse his glass of red liquid.

"Sorry love," he sighed, setting down the glass before wrapping his arms around you, your head resting on his chest as you listened in on his heartbeat. It was soft and lulling as you felt your eyes begin to droop.

That was, until you felt his hard-on press up against your back. A smirk crossed your lips.

"Is this why you couldn't sleep?" you questioned, subtly rubbing up against his bulge as you heard his breath catch in his throat.

"As I said," he muttered, "Didn't want to wake you."

"You could have just said so," you sat up, giving him a passionate kiss, one hand going in his hair, the other going down to his crotch, where he let out a primal groan at the feeling of your touch.

"I'm gonna be honest, I'm not really in the mood for foreplay," he stated, his hand reaching your lace panties and ripping them off, pulling you on his lap so you straddled him.

He pulled his boxers down to his knees, his cock springing up. The tip was flushed and angry, pre-cum leaking from the tip, the ridges of his veins pumping.

You bit your lip as you hovered over his gorgeous cock before sinking down slowly, the both of you moaning as you become one. Not long after you began to bounce up and down on his cock.

Jack growled as he grabbed a hold of your hips, helping you as he lifted you on and off his cock, searching for solace in orgasm. His eyes locked with yours as you rode him, and in his eyes, you found nothing but love and admiration, every part of him screaming in appreciation for you.

To put it plainly, he loved the way you loved.

You felt yourself tighten, yet to your disdain, your lover found his release first, a loud groan escaping his lips as he poured himself into you, the warmth in your belly growing as you felt him let go.

By the time he was finished, he was completely blissed out, but you weren't done yet. You wanted to cum. You pulled him out of you, and he watched as his spend dripped out of your swollen mound.

Before he could ask if you were okay, you were already back on him, your thighs now straddling one of his.

"What are you doing?" he asked darkly, raising a brow.

"Shut up," you hissed, rubbing your clit on the meat of his thigh, not wanting to lose any fraction that was already built up.

He caught the hint, his hands finding your hips once again as he helped you drag your throbbing cunt against the skin of his leg. All the while, he whispered filthy things in your ear, knowing it would get you there faster.

"Look at you go. Bet you're not so tired now, eh? Humping my leg like a little bunny. Such a good girl, huh?" he coaxed in your ear, and you nodded desperately, immediately agreeing with whatever he was saying. You just wanted to cum.

Finally, you felt yourself come right up to the edge. Jack knew all your body language perfectly, smirking at you as he began to speak.

"Come on, cum for me, baby. Let me watch you cum,"

And you did. Oh, you did. Your ears rang as your eyes shut tight, feeling your body tense and shake as you let your orgasm sweep you away.

Jack helped you ride through it, his words of praise now seeping into your brain.

"Good girl, there you go," he crooned as you began to catch your breath.

You panted as you slumped against him, hearing his heartbeat once more, matching your breathing with his. You felt him press a small kiss to the crown of your head.

"Thank you," he whispered, and all you could do was nod.

Then he began to stand, "Now come on. Let's go take a shower."

"Can I bring the wine?" you asked intently.

"Fuck it," he laughed.

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3 Months Later

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"You're doing it again,"

Jack looked up at you at the sound of your voice. He was sitting there, his hands folded and his jaw clenched, his leg bouncing up and down in anxiety as he went back to staring at the developing pregnancy test on the table.

"What?" he finally said.

"You're overthinking. I can see it in your face."

He rolled his eyes, seeming harsher than he intended. But he was nervous. In complete honesty, you were the first thing Jack had that had any semblance of normal. and after the things he's done and after the things he'd seen, normal was everything he wanted. And that's what this baby meant.

He craved normal. Life as an assassin didn't really scream domestic. But with you, everything he had ever wanted was wherever you were.

"Whatever the test reads, we'll be okay," you ensured, walking behind him and wrapping your arms around the anxious man, doing your best to calm his rapturing nerves.

"Yeah," he agreed, taking a deep breath, "We'll be okay."

The timer suddenly went off, the both of you perking up, chomping at the bit to get to the test, your fingers clutching it as you looked at it.

You gasped.

Jack froze.

You bolted into his arms, test in hand, bawling like a baby.

"You're gonna be a dad, Jack! You're gonna be a dad!!" you squealed, your arms wrapped tightly around him as he held you tight.

He began to tear up, "Really?"

You pulled back and nodded, showing him the test that read positive. He took it in his hands as a means to do a double-take, looking at the two little blue lines.

Without a word, he embraced you again, holding you tighter. His voice was muffled against your shoulder. From him came a small:

"Thank you."

[titanicsimp]

A lonely spot for two

Pairing: Zeke Yeager x Female!reader

Genres: Smut

Warnings: Sexual content including; vaginal sex, oral, creampie, semi-public sex. Zeke acting kinda sleazy.

Summary: As the daughter of a Marleyan general, seeing Zeke could mean the death of you both. But even as hidingspots are growing slim, he isn’t willing to stop your little affair.

Shudders from both the cold and your nerves run over your body as you skitter over the barely lid streets of the Eldian zone. The band that gives you a fake Eldian identity around your arm keeps slipping, having been intended for a man far larger than you. You wish all this sneaking around could stop, but you know that could never happen.

The fact that you kept seeing Zeke was incredibly stupid. Eldians and Marleyans did not mix, so if anyone found out about your secret rendezvous with him you would both suffer horrid fates. Both of you knew the danger full well, but it stopped neither of you of seeking each other out.

What had begun with stolen glances while you dropped things off for your father at meetings, now had you shadely meeting up with Zeke in a secluded alleyway.

“Zeke?” You whisper.

This is the spot where he told you to meet him, you are certain of it, but the darkness is so thick you can’t spot him in the long alley.

“Over here.”

You sigh in relief when you hear his voice and make your way towards it.

Zeke’s leaning against one of the brick walls, puffing away at his cigarette. When you’re close he gives you a lopsided smile.

“I would offer you one, but I doubt you’re willing to commit two sins tonight.”

You purse your lips. Ah, it’s one of those nights. “Hello to you too, Zeke.”

You give him a look as he continues standing against the wall with his cigarette. “Did you find a spot?”

He throws his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with the bottom of his boot. “Yeah, you’re standing in it.”

Surprise washes over your face and you look around in horror. He can’t be serious, a dirty alleyway?

“What’s wrong? Too lowly for a Marleyan?” He asks, provoking you on purpose.

“You know that’s not it.” You’re jaw tightens. Damn him for making you feel bad right now.

Zeke chuckles and saunters of to you. “I’m just teasing.” He puts a finger below your chin, raising it up. “Not being able to see you these past days has been exhausting. Have you not missed me?”

You sigh. You can’t stay mad at him right now. “I have, a lot.”

He gives you a smile. “Then this is okay, isn’t it? Just for once.”

You nod slowly in agreement and he pushes you with your back against the wall. His lips brush over yours as he continues holding your chin, and you feel your body come alive at the slight intimacy.

A noise makes you snap your head to the right, eyes wide. Luckily there’s nobody there, a piece of cardboard merely bumping into things as it’s carried by the wind.

“What if somebody sees us?” You question worriedly.

Zeke shrugs. “Should be fine, they’d probably just think you’re a prostitute.”

Displeasure is clear on your face at his comment.

Before you can protest, he presses his lips fully to yours. He gives you a sloppy kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth and his lips moving wildly against yours. You grab onto his jacket and get pulled in regardless of your displeasure.

Not having been able to touch Zeke for almost a week had made your anticipation for tonight worse than usual. It had been hard to keep your mind in control during the day and stop it from drifting to him fucking your brains out.

He pulls away from the kiss and his cock twitches in his pants at the look of want on your face. “Seems like you don’t mind. Tell me, is it because you’re my little whore?”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks.

Zeke’s hand drifts from your chin to your neck, running his fingers over the length of it. “Come on, say it.”

You swallow down the embarrassment. It’s not that you don’t enjoy it, but you’re still not used to talking dirty like this. “I-I’m your little whore.”

He gives you a satisfied smile. “Good girl.”

You feel proud of yourself for pleasing him.

“Now, get on your knees.” He tells you with a predatory grin.

Doubt makes you glance around the alleyway. Gods, you’re really doing this here aren’t you.

With a last glance for reassurance at Zeke, you drop to your knees. The cobble street feels harsh against your knees, even through your skirt.

He hurriedly unbuttons his pants, pushing it down with his underwear just far enough so his cock is freed. A groan leaves his lips when he rubs the head against your lips. “Look at you...”

You obediently wrap your lips around his cock after he gives them a tap with it.

“You’re a real sight.” Zeke tells you and tangles his hand in your hair.

You suck on his cock, twirling your tongue around the head while doing so. You feel ashamed at how much you missed the taste of him.

The hand in your hair is joined by a second, and as he takes the back of your head in his hands you know what’s coming.

Zeke pants heavily as he pushes your head forward, forcing you to take his cock down your throat. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes and you silently curse him for being so big.

He chuckles as he feels you struggle to take him that deep. To get him back, you wiggle your tongue as much as possible against the underside of his cock, making a groan interrupt his chuckling.

You brace your hands against his hips to keep some control as he starts moving your mouth up and down his cock harshly. You feel his muscles clench under your hands multiple times, telling you that’s he’s trying to keep himself from cumming.

Without warning, Zeke pulls your mouth off of his cock with a pop. You gasp and take in air, wiping the saliva off of your mouth.

“I’m not wasting my cum in your mouth.”

You shoot him a look. Bastard.

Lust and impatience are clear on his face as he drags you back up by your arm. He spins you around, resting your front against the wall.

“Zeke!” You yelp in surprise as he flips up your skirt and pushes aside your panties.

“You’re soaked.” He notes as he runs his fingers through your wetness.

You shiver as his mouth comes right next to your ear. “Does sucking me off get you that much?”

“Please.” You whimper and put your hands against the cold wall.

“Please what?” He ask and you can hear the grin in his voice.

You bite your lip as his fingers play with your cunt, teasingly dancing over your entrance.

“I want you.” You tell him desperately.

His fingers poke at your entrance more intendly. “You want my fingers or something bigger?”

Gods, if you weren’t so turned on you would slap his glasses off of his face. “B-bigger.”

Zeke laughs contently at your answer. His fingers leave you and he instead grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt, coating his length in your slick.

You bite your lip to muffle your moan when he pushes himself into you, sheathing his full length inside you in one go.

“You take me so well.” He praises you from behind, his hands finding your hips.

When he pulls out and thrusts back in with a wet clap against your ass, you feel truly dirty. Zeke doesn’t seem to care as he starts fucking you from behind without hesitation.

Your own reservations are quickly forgotten at the feeling of him stretching and filling your cunt. Those few days without it had been so dire that you’re worried you might be addicted.

His name leaves your mouth a bit too loud when he kisses the back of your neck.

“Ssshh, you don’t want someone to hear, do you?” He whispers against your neck.

You shake your head. “N-no! It just feels- ah- so good.”

One of his hands leaves your hips, instead coming up to cover your mouth. You pant heavily against his hand as he continues slamming his cock into you.

Wetness drips down your legs and you feel them shaking lightly after Zeke keeps on fucking you fast and hard for minutes. You’re getting close, and you bite down in his hand in preparation.

Instead of saying anything, he bends his knees slightly and snaps his hips against your ass in this adjusted angle. Your scream is silenced by his hand as you cum violently on his cock.

Your legs start feeling weak as the waves of your orgasm course through your body. Zeke’s grip on you is firm, and for the first time tonight you’re grateful for the sturdy wall in front of you.

His pants and groans start sounding more choked as he starts approaching his own orgasm. His hand leaves your mouth and he pulls your face to the side to kiss you.

You eagerly moan into his mouth as his hand rejoins the other on your hips. With his full strength available again, he holds you tightly as he slams into you hard.

His pace is erratic, only spurt on further by your squeezing walls. You make out with him feverishly as he rams his cock into you over and over. You’ve already cum and he still has you this desperate.

Zeke’s tongue leaves your mouth and he bites your bottomlip as he cums inside you. You choke back your mewls as both the sting at your lip and the sensation of feeling his hot seed filling you make your walls squeeze even tighter around him.

He gives a few more lazy thrusts as he continues cumming, his breathing just as ragged as yours.

“I need to see you again tomorrow.” He tells you after he’s finished cumming.

Your throat feels dry when you speak. “A-alright.”

Zeke pulls out of you and tugs himself back in his pants, adjusting his clothes.

You squeal when he slaps your ass before adjusting your panties and skirt.

“Come on now, this is below your rank.” He teases you as your skirt drops down to cover the mess he made.

You give him a weak smile after you’ve turned around. “Seems like you enjoy putting me there.”

He grins and pulls you close by your waist. “Oh I’m more than enjoying tainting the poor general’s daughter.”

You roll your eyes and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Yeah yeah, how about you taint my ears with some government secrets then? I want to know how your days have been.”

Zeke frees you from his arms and plucks a cigarette from his pocket. His face lights up when he flicks on his lighter, betraying the slight flush on his face. “I would love to.”

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