#found family bitches won today

[luminouschaotic]

furudate released a new character interview and no one fucking talk to me

[rkvriki]

— being interrupted by the other members ! (hyung line)

hello everyone !

my first post !! i hope you enjoy it, i'm still not good at writing but im trying my best to improve, also english isn't my first language so there might be grammar errors :) i will also be making a maknae line one !!

make sure to leave feedback my asks are open and so is my inbox so let's talk !!

WARNINGS ! contains suggestive themes but not smut (heeseung and jake), swearing, it's proofread but might have grammar errors.

note; this was inspired by @delcakoo !!

word count: 2k !

LEE HEESEUNG !

heeseung would straight up get annoyed at whoever doesn't even care to knock or whatever.

you two would be hanging out in his dorm after he came from tour. he was missing you a lot and today was the perfect day, since the others were all out, either at the movies or visiting family or friends.

the two of you were in his room, each playing on a laptop. you were finally having the kartrider match that heeseung said he would win after being a sore loser for losing to you at mario kart (in front of the other boys 😟)

you were going at it for almost 2 hours and always found yourselves in a tie. 

“ heeseung can you just accept that i am literally better than you at this and move on, please?”

“it’s bold of you to assume I would ever, in my life, admit that.” he said, focusing on the game again. you rolled your eyes at his statement, asking yourself again why you were dating him.

sighing, you kept playing, and even though you were tired of playing, you would never let him win obviously, you’re not gonna let your ego get hurt, like who would ever do that.

another round was over and you won again. 

“see, heeseung give up, honey, i'm no weak bitch and you will never beat me.” you said smirking and stretching yourself in your place. 

heeseung looked at you with an annoyed expression, quickly changing it to a smirk. you raised your brow at that, before he spoke.

“then let’s do this. you sit on my lap while you play and let’s see who wins, ok?” you rolled your eyes at his suggestion but accepted it anyways (like who would even refuse 🤒 i would fold so quickly for this man)

you were in the second lap of the game when you felt hee’s hand sliding up your thigh, while the other played skilfully. 

you tried focusing but you were quickly letting your mind drift to other things aka your boyfriend’s touch.

his hand started going upwards on your thigh, grabbing the skin there, making you squirm.

“look that’s not fair, hee!” you said pouting while still trying to play.

heeseung stopped playing completely, grabbing you and laying you on his bed.

he looked into your eyes, making you look away and covering your cheeks in a soft red tint.

he grabbed your face while hovering over you, admiring your features before kissing your lips softly. you put your hands on his cheeks, deepening the kiss, while he separated your lips with his tongue, making you feel your cheeks getting warmer. 

his hands started roaming under your shirt caressing your soft tummy.

that was until the door banged open against the wall, revealing a loud jungwon.

“hyung we brought- oh”

heeseung took his lips from yours looking at jungwon who was like 🧍‍♂️ by the door.

“jungwon get the hell out before i make you lick the toilet.” heeseung told jungwon who quickly mumbled a sorry and closed the door then going back to whatever he was up to.

justice for my man pls 😞

PARK JONGSEONG !

jay is just so used to being annoyed that he would just tell whoever to fuck off

like you two would be just hanging out in the han river sat in a towel you two brought, while eating the homemade meal jay made with so much love just for you (i'm getting delulu)

you were just enjoying the soft breeze going through your hair that was also refreshing, not too cold, not too warm, the perfect date for you guys.

the sun was hitting jay’s face just perfectly and you couldn’t help but grab your phone, snapping a quick pic of him looking so handsome.

that’s your man!!

you smiled to yourself going back to eating peacefully.

after you both ate, you cleaned everything up before laying down and cuddling with each other.

“was the food good?”

“it was perfect, thank jongseong-ie.” you told him pecking his lips a few times and smiling softly at him, making his lips stretch his lips into one and his eyes grow in two crescent moons, making him look adorable.

you laid your head on his chest as you two talked for a while. 

you two fell in a comfortable silence, now sitting down next to each other, appreciating the view before your eyes, just admiring the simple things that made others so unique.

you felt jay’s eyes on the side of your face, you looked at him, making him smile ever so softly ( i can’t take it anymore pls 😫).

as you were leaning into each other, you started listening to familiar voices into the distance.

“OMG aren't that jay and y/n??”

“what?? where? OH- YES it’s them, let's say hi!!”

you separated from each other making jay roll his eyes as he saw niki and jake run in your direction.

“hey y/n!!! we haven’t seen each other in such a long time!!! what a coincidence!” niki said running to hug you and sitting down next to you.

“yeah, should keep it that way.” jay mumbled quietly.

“hyung stop being such a party pooper you should be happy to see your beloved friends.” niki said, rolling his eyes making you laugh at the interaction between the two boys.

“it’s ok, jay. i won’t mind hanging out with them just for a while, we have plenty of time.”

jay looked at you with a dumbfounded expression not believing his own partner was betraying just like that.

one like, one piece for jay 🙏

SIM JAEYUN !

jake would honestly just be chill like that  🤙

you two would be in his bed at the dorms watching whatever show was playing in the background because, honestly, neither of you were paying attention, rather focused on other things.

you both were making out in his bed, with you straddling his lap with his hands holding your hips in place (pick me, choose me.)

the room was filled with the sounds of your lips touching.

you were kissing each other without a single care in the world. just focusing on the feeling of your tongues brushing against each other so hungrilly, making both of you let out quiet sounds.

“jake…” you said backing up from his lips, but he went straight to attacking your neck with kisses and soft bites (ksdfafjv)

“jake, the movie…and the others might come in…” you tried telling him to stop but honestly you didn’t want him to stop.

“don’t worry about that, right now. just focus on me yeah?”

interrupting your thoughts, jake’s lips found their way back into your, making you forget about whatever you were worried about.

your mind was blank just filled with jake and his sweet tongue.

jake jake jake jake jake jake (same honey, same)

jake’s hand started making their way underneath your shirt just softly caressing your stomach and keeping his hands there but the door suddenly opened, and heeseung made his way into the room, stopping in his tracks, when he finally took a look at what you were both doing.

you tried backing away from jake, but he put his hand behind your head, not letting you stop kissing him.

“uuhh…” heeseung said, still in his spot, rubbing the back of his neck while looking at his feet, because suddenly they were the most interesting thing in the world.

jake finally pulled away looking at heeseung like nothing was going on.

“hi hyung, you need something?” he said, smiling softly at him while you were still on top of him and his hands were still inside your shirt.

“umnh…yeah?? i was looking for my green shirt, maybe you have it??” heeseung asked, avoiding looking jake in the eyes.

“oh yeah, i think i left it inside my closet check it there.” he told the older boy while pointing to the said closet.

right after that, his lips found his way back to yours again, like heeseung wasn't in the room.

said man made his way over to the closet, almost tripping in his way, since he was trying to look everywhere but you two.

making a go fund me to buy heeseung new eyes 😕

PARK SUNGHOON !

sunghoon would get shy when somebody would catch him being a simp for you.

you two were in the dorm in the shared dressing room where skin care and makeup stuff were. 

you saw other people on tik tok making their partners makeup and you wanted to try on your princess aka sunghoon (he is such a babygirl, prove me wrong)

“sunhoonie…” you slowly started already hinting you wanted something from him.

“yeah princess? need anything?”

“so you know… there’s this thing going on tik tok an-”

“no.”

“sunghoon plea-”

“no.”

“oh come on, won’t you do it for me, pretty please??” you tried, giving the best puppy eyes you could.

“y/n, i already made my decision and i won’t go back.”

“ok, then i think it will be fine if i told the other guy about when we were in the pool and you pee-”

“OK! STOP THERE PLEASE!” he said almost screaming looking around as if someone might be listening.

you smiled innocently at him, getting up and grabbing his hand already leading him to where you were, in the dressing room, for more than 20 minutes now.

“OW- y/n it’s the third time you poke me with that stupid brush, can you just get over with it??” you rolled your eyes at him, somebody help you with your whiny boyfriend.

“sunghoon, stop whining and let me do my job goddammit!!” (annoying mf fr)

he just sighed, closing his eyes again, feeling the brush run over his eyelids again.

hoon was just hoping no one would enter the room and caught him lacking 🙏

“hoon, choose a color please!!” you showed him three lip tints in your hand, holding them with a huge smile. 

sunghoon resisted the urge to roll his eyes and picked a red-ish color. you smiled at his pick, making him smile at you because you were so cute.

you slowly swiped the lip brush against his lips tinting them in a red that fits him just perfectly.

you took a step back, admiring how pretty he looked with his almost finished look.

“now this! this will make you the prettiest princess!” you said taking something he couldn’t tell from your makeup bag.

“close your eyes, omg you're so not good at this sunghoon!!!”

he closed his eyes, making them flutter slightly, and you took a second to appreciate his pretty feature smiling at how pretty he actually is.

going back to work. you open the container of liquid eye glitter applying it under his eyes and brushing some in his eyelids making his eyes shimmer .

“ok!! i'm done now!!!”

sunghoon opened his eyes taking off his headband that was holding his bangs, letting them fall on his forehead slightly covering his eyes.

“you look so pretty omg hoonie!!” you said clapping your hands admiring your hard work

just as he was about to comment his looks

“OMG EVERYONE COME SEE THIS” 

he looked at the door and saw sunoo with his phone already up capturing pics of this precious moment.

“GO AWAY SUNNO I SWEAR-”

“OMG HYUNG YOU LOOK SO BABYGIR-” niki said but sunghoon interrupted him by throwing your make up brush at him.

“sunghoon my brush!!”

pray for my #1 babygirl 😞 🙏

check the maknae line version here !

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[imzsuzsis-blog]

"Ria?" Aarava? You? Fuck me, I can't believe it!!!” Sobbing, I jumped into the neck, I sobbed in joy or ecstasy, I don't know, but I sobbed.

,,Lando is difficult or we can't stand it, what makes you pregnant... Don't!!!!" Ria took her mouth and hugged me in joy and I even showed them my ring.

,,What is the name of the girl or boy pleytka here!!!"

"Loki and boy, yes, I'm 13 weeks pregnant and we've moved here."

"Are you seriously gay? How long have you been tickling? That's a damn big word."

Both Ria and Aarava kissed my forehead to my delight and spun around on the axis like a real bitch, I really enjoyed the situation.

"Hey, hey, let my boyfriend go."

Smiling at us, Loki came drunkenly to me and looked into his eyes, and before we started kissing they told me to go.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I'll have to call you, they're telling you from the top step of the podium."

I giggled and ran after the woman and Andera.

,,I won!!!"

I came down from the podium and looked for them, but they disappeared in the crowd with champagne under my name, my mobile just vibrated and vibrated, the congratulations kept coming from the friends who stayed far away Max, Pato' O, Martin and the others were very sweet, especially my ex Pato' O who is a beside a broken heart, he also sent a stitched one, and I cried and explained everything to him for a long time between tears of joy, I shouldn't have made a fool of myself a day before his birthday.

"Osc, didn't you see them?"

"Who?"

"Loki, Ria and Aarava haven't disappeared, I don't see them anywhere, only a guy about my age called James and said he would be happy to give make-up advice."

"You idiot, he's James Charles, he's famous enough, he even has a make-up brand, trust him."

"He didn't just say that he would date me, he was in love with me." "Did you tell him how you have a partner?"

"Of course I said it, but he didn't believe me."

"Also, are you a boy or a man compared to you?"

,,Of course, of course."

"I'm sorry, my sisters, but I'm here too."

They turned around and the place invited two people to vomit at my sight.

"This, this... Fuck, I can't find the fucking words for a little make-up mature boy's women's stuff that he ordered from shein"

"Osc, you're seriously saying that to him, aren't you?"

Lando was just trying to put out a fire that was getting bigger and bigger that his teammate was creating with his words.

"Good thing it's… Loki!!!!" He turned around and ran to him with a dizzy spell and burst into tears.

,, Lando my dear!!!! I saw you, how big you were, you deserve this, I love you here is an understatement, I adore you and I adore the tummy resident too."

"No, don't say you'll make me cry at the end."

He hugs me and kisses me on the forehead.

"I'm a million times better than yesterday, but my nose is still running, but I think it will pass with time."

He told me with a bright smile while he started coughing again, but this time he didn't stop.

"Did you drink tea today?"

"Yes, but unfortunately I only found out before the start, after the race, because I'm not used to it..."

He swallowed a large amount and sucked something, but he didn't feel like it either.

"Because it's my stupidity that I don't drink anything during the competition. Anyway, I think we'll meet at the party, because you're having dinner with the WAGs, while I'll have a fancy dinner with famous athletes and their WAGs, because with this victory, I belong among them. I'm sorry that you can't take part in it, my heart is broken because of this, and I said that you are my partner, but you didn't believe me."

He kissed me and then bit my lip, he didn't really want to do that without me and we ate everything, I even asked for his hand in marriage and we started organizing the wedding yesterday at midnight but we only got to the venue, not a stupid church in Bristol or anywhere else in England. Yes, the press, we thought of the narrow circle of family and friends to the exclusion of them, it's a gay wedding that the press will soon find out and trumpet to the world that the young Lando Norris is marrying an older man, so they will only find out about it from the mainstream media.

,,Do you have a question?”

"By then, I hope it will be a girl."

"Are you still hoping for something or will you give me another kiss?"

"Both, a world title and a retirement, and a kiss my dear."

He leaned close to me and we laughed and started kissing.

"What the hell... Lando, are you dating an older guy?"

"Shut up Carlos!!!!! Get out!!!!"

"Good, but let's not just leave it... Max, are you this wild too?"

,,No."

"Don't even ask me, we did it once and everyone thought we were stupid."

Lando showed them his middle finger and then we disappeared somewhere.

"I want sex!!!!"

"Fuck me too, this is missing from our lives, damn it."

He smiled sexily and I really wouldn't bother him anymore...

[mikasuxxx]

MW2 Random Headcanons part 2

this one includes graves and price

Graves

this man is definitely floridian

like he was a beach boy, like he has old pictures from when he was a teen with a tan

He's southern, and so is his family

They're the epitome of white people, but they're actually pretty nice people

like if you're Graves' girl spending the holidays at his family's place they'll beg you to eat with them and say its no trouble

Truly the southern hospital is strong with his family

He used to go miami and pick up girls from the club, and just have one night stands with them.

He has an older brother who's a professional poker player/gambler

and you can tell because of the big gold chain and the tommy bahama shirts and loafers he always wears (even when its cold he'll still wear them)

He also lives in vegas

He tries to flirt with you but Phillip shuts that down real quick

Phillip used to play baseball in high school, and his girlfriend at the time loved watching him play (but really she just liked how his ass looked in his uniform pants)

His brother played football for a bit

Surprisingly, Phillip was at the top of his class in high school. And he got a car for his graduation gift. a red 1967 chevy impala

that car was his pride and joy

You cant tell me that he wasnt a frat boy in college

Constantly picks up sorority girls in his car, and invites them to his dorm to fuck

Even girls who weren't sororities; atheltes, shy girls, even his professors (but that was when he was like a junior and senior, and he did it because his grades sucked and he was desperate)

What makes him different from other frat boys, is that he takes no for an answer. like hes flirting with you and and you say no he'll back off, no questions asked

He still has friends from college

Okay now to the sad shit: he constantly gets compared to his older brother. mostly by his dad (his mom is a sweetheart and loves both of her sons equally)

His older brother wasnt good at school, was an alcoholic, dropped out of college, the only thing that makes him better in their father's eyes is that he played football, and he's found a way to become rich

Phillip was good at school and sports, won prom king, went to college, had a degree and a decent job and yet that still wasnt enough to please his dad

His dad is...an old fashioned dude. like if phillip has a daughter and he sees him playing with her, he'll call him a pussy

Or even if he has a son and he even so much as hugs him, his dad will also bicker and bitch about him "acting like a mom"

Phillip still goes to family events but avoids talking to his dad as much as possible, or if he's forced too he'll just try to end the conversation

His uncles are alright, somehow. Like they're funny, but not in a misogynistic way. they're still kinda ignorant in their own way tho

His mom is a very good cook. like she actually uses seasoning and stuff (and of course his dad bitches and whines about it)

She wanted a third kid because she was hoping for a daughter, but the dad said he didnt wanna push their luck because he didnt want a girl, so they just stopped at 2 kids

Price

Jokingly calls Gaz his son. gaz is happy about it honestly

He loves kids. like when he had kids he was literally the happiest man alive

Yes, this man is a certified dilf

He has twin girls, both of which he loves to death and will die for them

He's always been able to tell whos who. Hes learned every detail about each one of them

Sometimes they try to gaslight him by switching identities but hes way too smart for that

Twin 1(pretending to be twin 2): "hey dad, can i have some candy?"

"You're [Twin 1], youve already had a ton of candy today"

Twin 1: "..no im [Twin 2] and i havent eaten any candy today"

"You're not fooling me [Twin 1]"

Twin 1: "damn..."

Has a small silver heart locket with their picture in it. he wears it all the time under his uniform

After missions he'll bring them gifts when he comes back from wherever said mission took place

One of them is really jealous and fussy, the other is chill and cuddly

like when they were babies/toddlers she'll screech if she sees Price giving her sister even an inkling of attention

when they were babies, sometimes price would be found on the ground in the living room sleeping with his daughters sleeping in his arms

as babies they would always tug at his mustache

would both freak out if he even so much as trimmed it

[jerzwriter]

For His Girls

Book:                   Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Featuring:           The Carrick Girls

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Holiday/Fluff

Summary:           The girls want to have a nice holiday party, just like those Mommy & Daddy have been attending.  So they ask Daddy to make it happen.

Words:                 1000 Words + Edits

A/N:                     This fic is going out to @secretaryunpaid, who sent an ask to see what would happen if the girls asked their Daddy to throw a holiday party for them. It was too cute of an idea to not turn it into something more. I hope you enjoy it!                    @choicesdecember2022 - Day 15 – Dance     

The week between Christmas and the New Year had quickly become a favorite in The Carrick household. After all, having more time with their little girls was one of the main reasons they started their own practice, and even when Tobias and Casey were overwhelmed by the three little firecrackers, never once did they regret their decision. Not even today, as Casey tried to bundle the three sugar-fueled girls into their winter gear for a trip to the skating rink at the local park. Tobias normally helped, but he was engaged in a far more daunting task: convincing grandma Vivian to watch the little angels so they could attend a party that night.

Wrapped up in their little world of domestic bliss, they had forgotten about the event, and it wasn’t one they could skip. Not only were the Navarro’s good friends, but they were generous supporters of the couple’s non-profit, so skipping it was out of the question. And while Grandma was always eager to spend time with her girls, the last-minute notice meant rescheduling her plans, not something she took kindly to. So, given a choice, Casey was happy to lasso in the three little ladies.  

She listened in on her husband's conversation as she buttoned, tied, and snapped, and later she found out she wasn’t alone.

“You know this might be the time to remind you how many years you begged for grandchildren,” he teased.

“I know, Ma… and you know we wouldn’t ask if….”

“I mean, do you even like attending Mrs. Smith’s holiday dinner? You bitched about it every year when I lived at home.”

“I can’t bribe you with another grandchild anymore. Would you like a puppy, maybe?”

It was all part of a game; everyone knew the eventual outcome. Vivian Carrick would drop plans with Idris Elba at the drop of a hat if it meant spending more time with her little girls, and she loved Idris. But letting her son off the hook easily wasn’t something she was willing to do. She always told him that she didn't care how many women he charmed, she would never be one of them. She birthed the man and was immune. Someone had to keep him humble.

But when he walked down the hall to join his family, quickly dropping to the floor to help Casey tie six little boots, the smile on his face made it clear he won.

“So I suppose I should get my little black velvet dress ready,” Casey winked.

“Oh yeah,” he hummed. “And those black patent heels, too. Maybe I’ll have Ma watch the girls at her house tonight,” he smiled.

Casey blushed at the look he shot her way but didn't dare say another word in front of the girls. But she didn’t need to worry about that because Samantha had her own agenda, and she was about to let loose. Standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest, she eagerly said her piece.

“Daddy!”  She implored. “This is the third holiday party you and Mommy have gone to!”

“So it is,” he said, grabbing her nose. “You keeping count?”

“Are holiday parties fun?” Brooke asked. “You and Mommy always look so pretty when you go.”

“They can be,” Tobias shrugged, “they can also be a pain in the butt.”

“They are nice,” Casey agreed, “and it’s important for us to get grown-up time; but most of the time, we’d rather be home with you.”

“That’s because we’re fun,” Samantha nodded.

Tobias shook his head with a laugh. The Carrick sass gene was strong in his seven-year-old. “That you are, Sammy. That you are.”

“Then why don’t we get to go to the party, Daddy?” Brooke asked sweetly.

“Exactly!" Her older sister chimed in.

“Because these are grown-up events,” he said, now bundling up himself. “You wouldn’t have much fun at them anyway.”

“But we should have our own party!” Samantha stated. “If we did, we can make it a not-grown-up event.”

“Yeah!” Brooke squealed! “We could have it here. Our own holiday party! Could we? Could we, Daddy?”

“Well, I don’t know, the holidays are almost over, and….”

“I mean, it’s a week before we’re back at work or the girls are back at school,” Casey smirked, earning her an “I’ll get you later” look from her love.

“Well, parties take planning,” he argued, “and….”

“It doesn’t have to be big,” Brooke said excitedly. “Just us and a couple friends.”

“We want a party, Daddy!” Samantha stated matter-of-factly. 

Even little Kayla got in on it. Dancing around the foyer of their home, she began to sing. “Pawtee! Pawtee! Pawtee!”

“See, she wants a party, too!” Brooke beamed.

“Mmm. Maybe not,” Casey shrugged. “I think she wants a potty.”

Tobias’s shoulders dropped. “After we just got everyone bundled,” he exasperated. 

“Better now than halfway to the park,” Casey shrugged. “I’ll take her.”

The relief on Tobias’s face was evident. “Thank you.”

“Remember when you wanted nine of these,” she winked. "Because I do.”

“I was completely out of my mind.  But you married me… so you’re not all that sane either.”

Lifting Kayla on her hip, she stepped next to him to whisper so only he could hear. “But, I’m smart enough to realize taking Kayla for one more potty run is less work than you're about to endure. Looks like you have a party to plan.”

“Oh no, I don’t,” he insisted as his wife walked away.

“We’ll see!”

Fifteen minutes later, Casey and Kayla reappeared in the hall.

“Ready to go?” she asked.

“All set,” Tobias nodded.

“And when is the party?”

Bundled like a snowman, Brooke still managed to jump up and down as she screamed. “In three days, Mommy! We each get to invite two friends!”

“Well, except Kayla,” Samantha corrected. “She doesn’t really have friends yet.”

Tobias could see the laughter in Casey’s eyes as they met his. 

“Shut up,” he grumbled. “You know I can’t say no to any of you.”

“Tobias Carrick, Ladies, man has a different meaning for you now, doesn’t it?” she laughed.

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[ktmarison]

a  new  brain  sentence  starters.

'  frogs  have  so  much  spring  within  them.  '  

'  just  play  me  what  you  have.  '  

'  we  live  in  perilous  times.  '  

'  what  the  hell  am  i  doing  ?  who  am  i  fooling  ?  '  

'  they're  nature's  little  acrobats,  i  hate  them  more  than  kitty  cats.  '  

'  is  he  angry  that  he  doesn't  have  the  song  yet  ?  '  

'  i  hate  (name)  and  this  job.  god,  it's  bad.  '  

'  he's  taking  up  the  brunt  of  my  time.  '  

'  it's  called  a  job,  and  by  the  way,  i'd  like  to  keep  mine.  '  

'  i  don't  have  time  to  write  my  real  stuff.  '  

'  i  can't  express  what  i  mean  to  convey.  '  

'  so  of  course,  i  didn't  write  enough  today.  '  

'  if  you  don't  keep  writing,  you'll  be  shown  the  door.  '  

'  you  know  (name)  hates  you.  '  

'  i  think  he  hates  you  more.  '  

'  why  does  (name)  hate  me  ?  '  

'  don't  let  your  career  go  to  the  dogs.  '  

'  i  hate  (name),  he's  homophobic.  i  hate  him  and  his  putrid  little  son.  '  

'  he  dominates,  it's  claustrophobic.  '  

'  when  i  know  my  place,  he  gives  me  space  to  hate  what  i  have  done.  '  

'  yeah,  i'm  sitting  on  his  face  right  now.  '  

'  him,  a  broadway  show  ?  i  don't  think  so.  '  

'  inside  me,  i  feel  washed  up  and  through.  '  

'  writing  this  shit's  killed  my  talent.  '  

‘  something  is  wrong.  ’  

'  stroke's  a  possibility.  '  

'  life  him  carefully.  on  one,  two,  three.  '  

'  i  should  try  to  locate  his  mother.  '  

'  hysterics  are  self  defeating,  don't  you  know  ?  '  

'  call  the  department  of  neurology.  '  

'  i  should  try  to  cancel  my  meetings.  '  

'  all  the  stories  i  delayed  in  telling  are  welling  up  inside  my  brain.  '  

'  i  should  explain.  '  

'  you  gotta  have  heart  and  music  to  survive.  '  

'  if  I  only  had  the  time  what  I  would  write  for  your  delight.  '  

'  everyone  talks  about  change.  '  

'  hey,  i'm  bringing  you  a  new  day.  '  

'  today  will  be  a  new  day.  '  

'  in  the  darkest  of  dark  despair,  i'll  be  found  sitting  there.  '  

'  if  you  want  me  to  say  life's  fair,  that  is  something  i  can't  say.  '  

'  this  you  cannot  change,  mother.  '  

'  this  thing's  outside  of  our  control.  '  

'  this  whole  rigmarole  is  a  joke  i  don't  understand.  '  

'  my  world  has  changed.  '  

'  anything  that's  wrecked,  mother's  gonna  make  things  fine.  '  

'  there's  trouble  in  your  brain.  '  

'  i  can't  believe  this  is  happening.  they're  going  to  operate  on  my  brain  ?  '  

'  it's  all  gonna  be  alright  ?  did  you  hear  anything  he  said  ?  jesus  !  '  

'  maybe  you  want  to  grow  up  a  little  bit  before  you  die,  huh  ?  '  

'  be  polite  to  everybody.  '  

'  be  polite  to  everybody,  everybody  except  all  your  nearest  and  your  dearest.  '  

'  they  love  too  much  and  earn  your  spite,  so  never  be  polite.  '  

'  you  want  me  to  go  ?  i'll  just  go  !  '  

'  you  know,  nobody  invited  you  here  !  '  

'  be  polite.  '  

'  you're  rude  sometimes.  you're  rude  to  me.  '  

'  i'd  rather  be  sailing.  '  

'  the  water's  incredibly  blue.  '  

'  i'd  wanna  go  sail  and  then  come  home  to  you.  '  

'  sex  is  good,  but  i'd  rather  be  sailing.  '  

'  food  is  nice,  but  i'd  rather  be  sailing.  '  

'  he'd  rather  be  sailing.  '  

'  if  i  can  help  you,  please  let  me  help  you.  '  

'  the  others  won't  help  you.  those  bitches.  '  

'  anything  that's  wrong  is  his  father's.  '  

'  the  bad  trait  will  always  predominate.  '  

'  that  is  the  law  of  genetics.  '  

'  we  have  lousy  aesthetics.  '  

'  why  is  the  smart  son  always  the  gay  son  ?  '  

'  the  race  is  soon  beginning.  '  

'  my  father  had  a  hunch.  '  

'  we  gave  up  lunch  so  daddy  could  make  a  wager.  '  

'  mommy  sat  and  cried,  but  dad  was  unaffected.  '  

'  have  you  ever  had  a  better  two  minutes  in  the  last  three  years  ?  '  

'  sometimes  joy  has  a  terrible  cost,  i  know  that.  '  

'  there  is  blood  on  the  ground.  '  

'  isn't  life  funny  ?  people  lose  money  and  have  fun.  '  

'  betting,  of  course,  is  hell  on  the  horses  and  on  families  where  the  betting  is  done.  '  

'  it's  a  joke  to  believe  someone's  won.  '  

'  all  we  did  was  fight.  '  

'  we  also  laughed  a  lot.  that  was  a  thing  i  often  forgot  to  tell  you,  but  it's  true.  '  

'  please,  can  you  spare  me  some  change,  sir  ?  '  

'  what  the  fuck  took  you  so  long  ?  '  

'  that's  okay.  it's  not  like  you  left  after  you  found  out.  .  .  did  you  ?  '  

'  you're  such  an  asshole.  '  

'  i  need  a  new  brain.  '  

'  that's  not  a  crime.  '  

'  am  i  insane  ?  '  

'  will  i  be  the  same  old  me  ?  '  

'  go  get  dinner.  '  

'  lean  back,  relax.  '  

'  look  at  me.  just  go.  don't  say  anything,  just  go.  '  

'  i  can't  even  walk  across  the  room  unassisted,  so  go.  go  away.  '  

'  don't  !  please  don't  touch  my  skin.  because  up  to  now  i've  been  very  strong  and  so  heroic  you  wouldn't  recognize  me.  '  

'  if  you  make  me  cry,  then  i'll  probably  have  to  kill  you.  i  will,  you  know.  '  

'  sometimes  you're  a  doozy.  '  

'  sometimes  when  you  talk,  i  feel  so  damn  woozy.  '  

'  i'm  not  going  nowhere.  '  

'  honey,  i  don't  wanna  be  here,  either.  '  

'  who  would  have  thought  i  would  end  up  like  that  ?  '  

'  surely,  in  no  time,  you'll  be  back  to  normal  in  your  evening  formal.  '  

'  there  is  a  list  of  things  i  regret.  '  

'  don't  tell  this  story  to  little  children  'cause  you're  gonna  scare  them.  '  

'  stop  me  if  you've  heard  this  before,  'cause  if  you've  heard  this  before,  hell,  it's  just  more  of  the  same.  '  

'  soon  you'll  be  back  home,  a  success  in  training.  i'll  be  here,  complaining.  '  

'  i  am  not  so  damn  successful.  '  

'  you're  too  old  to  be  a  failure.  '  

'  your  future's  looking  cloudy,  and  your  sister  is  a  whore.  '  

'  i  don't  mean  to  make  this  more  stressful  than  it's  already  become,  but...  '  

'  you're  poor,  unsuccessful,  and  dumb,  and  untalented.  homo,  psychotically  grim,  and  untalented.  '  

'  thank  you  for  coming,  and  thank  you  for  going.  '  

'  today  is  not  a  good  day.  '  

'  it'll  only  take  forty  five  minutes.  '  

'  i  hate  the  sun.  '  

'  it's  hotter  than  a  pregnant  cow.  '  

'  would  it  kill  you  to  try  to  enjoy  this  a  little  bit  ?  this  is  my  favorite  thing  in  the  world.  '  

'  i  think  we're  moving.  '  

'  things  are  improving.  '  

'  could  that  be  a  metaphor  ?  '  

'  stillness  isn't  the  bastard  that  i  thought  it  might  be.  '  

'  that  wasn't  so  bad,  was  it  ?  '  

'  that  wasn't  bad  at  all  !  '  

'  veins  and  brains  are  like  balloons,  filled  with  blood.  sometimes,  they  burst  if  worse  comes  to  worse.  '  

'  he  can't  guarantee  success,  but  you  really  have  no  options.  '  

'  the  only  answer,  more  or  less,  is  absolutely  yes.  '  

'  my  kids  and  i  have  tickets  to  see  fun  home.  '  

'  now  that  we  know  what's  wrong,  we  just  have  to  get  it  fixed.  '  

'  i  don't  think  that  now's  the  right  time  to  have  too  much  hope.  '  

'  would  you  ever  consider  lying  close  to  me  tonight  ?  '  

'  i'm  inviting  you  to  sleep  in  my  arms.  '  

'  maybe  we'll  read  a  book  you  always  meant  to  read.  '  

'  fuck  him  !  '  

'  just  disregard  what  i  said.  '  

'  if  you  get  overanxious,  pick  up  a  pen.  '  

'  i'd  love  to  love,  but  need  to  write.  '  

'  i  get  distracted  so  damn  easily.  '  

'  there'll  be  other  nights  i'll  have  to  sleep  in  your  arms.  '  

'  look,  it's  my  decision,  okay  ?  '  

'  why  is  he  making  such  a  scene  ?  '

'  goodnight,  my  loves.  '  

'  tonight,  though,  could  be  my  very  last  to  write  something  i  could  be  remembered  by.  '  

'  it  may  not  be  a  great  song,  but  it  could  be  my  last  song.  '  

'  i  hope  you'll  understand  if  i  simply  kiss  your  hand  and  say  goodnight.  '  

'  i  don't  ask  you  to  treat  me  nice.  '  

'  i'm  not  asking  for  paradise.  '  

'  all  i'm  asking  for  is  change.  '  

'  i'm  not  asking  for  sympathy.  '  

'  i  don't  ask  for  hugs,  i  just  need  money  to  buy  more  drugs.  '  

'  i  don't  ask  you  to  notice  what  i'm  wearing,  i  could  care  less  for  things  like  that,  all  i'm  asking  for  is  change.  '  

'  the  preferred  word  in  any  kind  of  situation  is  yes.  '  

'  oh,  yes,  i'd  like  to  do  that.  '  

'  the  world's  increasingly  absurd.  '  

'  yes  is  a  good  word.  '  

'  you're  gonna  see  it  on  tv.  '  

'  don't  touch  me.  '  

'  yes  is  the  word  that  opens  the  door  to  being  most  alive.  '  

'  yes,  i  absolutely  have  to  sing  !  '  

'  would  you  like  to  lose  your  virginity  ?  '  

'  i  don't  even  know  what  you're  writing  about  sometimes  !  '  

'  this  is  a  goddamn  kid's  show.  '  

'  where's  my  son  ?  '  

'  i  don't  throw  a  fit,  and  i  don't  start  crying.  '  

'  it's  a  damn  charade  that  i  can't  abide.  '  

'  the  fact  remains:  i  could  soon  be  dead.  '  

'  here  i  stand,  in  the  middle  of  the  road,  waiting  for  a  car  to  come  along  and  kill  me.  '  

'  i  am  frightened  he  will  die.  '  

'  kill  me  please,  straight  ahead,  make  me  dead,  get  it  over  with.  '  

'  oh,  god,  what  a  mess.  '  

'  i  don't  want  to  guess  how  long  he'll  live.  or  if  he'll  live.  he  better  live.  '  

'  if  i  don't  throw  out  the  books,  i  will  throw  myself  out  the  window.  '  

'  how  can  he  just  sit  there,  thinking  he  will  die  ?  '  

'  where's  his  fight  and  vigor  ?  '  

'  i'll  just  keep  denying  what's  becoming  clear.  '  

'  i  ask  them  why  they're  not  being  mean.  '  

'  i  send  love  every  which  way.  '  

'  i  would  like  to  entertain,  but  i'll  merely  say  goodbye.  '  

'  what  are  you  looking  so  sad  for  ?  '  

'  it  was  worse  than  the  doctor  had  feared.  '  

'  i  thought  by  now  he'd  be  awake.  at  least,  i  hoped  he'd  be  awake.  '  

'  it  was  a  really  lousy  day  in  the  universe.  '  

'  what  are  you  looking  surprised  for  ?  '  

'  we  hoped  things  would  turn  out  better.  '  

'  things  don't  get  better.  they  only  seem  to,  then  they  don't.  '  

'  life  is  a  rotten  occasion.  '  

'  i  give  therapy  for  free.  i'm  just  glad  to  have  a  client  finally.  '  

'  the  jerk  is  in  a  coma.  '  

'  his  mother  hopes  he  dies  if  he  gets  worse.  '  

'  what  a  mess  i  got  us  into.  '  

'  baby,  maybe  lift  my  head  up  ?  '

'  stupid  and  thoughtless  is  what  i  am.  '  

'  you  deserve  an  explanation.  '  

'  you  have  limitations,  darling.  '  

'  scream  your  accusations,  don't  be  well  bred.  '  

'  life  ain't  always  happiness  and  light.  '  

'  i  thought  if  i  could  finish  a  song  or  five,  i'd  be  brain  dead  but  alive.  '  

'  there's  a  bright  green  thing  between  your  teeth,  dear.  please  don't  smile.  '  

'  i'm  out  here  hallucinating.  '  

'  please  someone  kill  me  if  i  survive.  '  

'  i  had  a  son.  he  was  one  of  a  kind.  '  

'  we  were  two  intertwined.  '  

'  i  look  damn  good  in  a  hat.  '  

'  i  don't  want  sympathy.  '  

'  he  was  here,  and  now  he's  gone.  '  

'  this  is  how  he  thinks  i'll  be  when  he  dies.  '  

'  i  married  too  young.  i  was  bash,  i  was  bold.  '  

'  i  married  too  young,  and  divorced  far  too  old.  '  

'  love  is  here,  and  then  it's  gone.  '  

'  love  is  stupid  and  it  bleeds.  '  

'  i  think  it's  wonderful.  '  

'  once,  it  was  wonderful.  '  

'  it's  sad  and  gloomy  over  where  i  am.  maybe  it's  sad  and  gloomy  where  you  are  too.  '  

'  when  you  wanna  quit  'cause  nothing  works,  don't  give  in.  '  

'  quitting  is  the  specialty  of  jerks.  '  

'  simply  keep  your  focus  on  what  lies  ahead.  '  

'  life  is  a  cause  that  you  have  to  take  up.  '  

'  when  you  think  you're  dying,  well  you  ain't.  '  

'  every  day  you'll  grow,  you'll  become  more  ready  to  confront  the  dark  before  the  dawn.  '  

'  strange  things  happen  more  than  you  would  guess.  '  

'  it's  time  to  live  your  life.  '  

'  i  won't  need  to  see  you  again.  '  

'  i  won't  expect  to  hear  things  went  wrong.  '  

'  you  boys  are  gonna  get  me  in  so  much  trouble.  '  

'  a  nurse  should  help  his  patients  get  better,  not  always  according  to  the  letter.  '  

'  are  you  alright  in  there  ?  '  

'  i  feel  like  i'm  sailing,  it's  insane.  '  

'  i  choose  to  live.  '  

'  before  was  a  failing  of  my  brain,  which  you  must  forgive.  '  

'  we  have  books,  all  sorts  of  fiction.  '  

'  mothers  throw  their  books  away  when  mothers  get  mad.  '  

'  i  feel  about  eight.  '  

'  don't  hyperventilate,  it's  normal  out  on  the  street.  '  

'  it's  raining,  which  i  abhor.  '  

'  you  won't  find  him  complaining  anymore.  '  

'  life  is  wonderful.  '  

'  i  can't  believe  what  i  see,  half  these  books  belong  to  me  !  '  

'  you  have  found  my  history.  '  

'  you  don't  know  what  this  means  to  me.  '  

'  i'm  not  going  to  pay  for  my  own  goddamn  books.  '  

'  i  don't  care  if  you're  a  saint,  it's  two  bucks.  '  

'  i  don't  care  if  life's  a  silly  picnic,  which  is  something  that  it  ain't.  '  

'  you're  making  me  crazy.  '  

'  they're  just  books.  '  

'  what  am  i  doing  ?  '  

'  everything's  changed  and  nothing's  changed.  '  

'  let's  begin  from  scratch.  '  

'  i  feel  so  much  spring  within  me.  '  

'  something's  taken  wind  within  me.  '  

'  what  was  dark  so  long  had  felt  like  winter.  finally,  there's  sun.  '  

'  i  feel  so  much  dawn  around  me.  '  

'  i  think  i'm  finally  losing  my  mind.  ’

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

I'm sorry to bother you, don't post if don't want explicit drama, but I just so this post and I'm baffled about how downright stupid it is. "I don't have proof Mary was homophobic, she just said some questionable things, but you know who said tons of problematic things? Freddie!" this surely is a new one💀💀💀 (and it's also blatantly untrue lmao, I legitimally don't remember him saying anything even remotely bad as what Mary said about him and his gay peers).

https://www.tumblr.com/flick-of-the-wrist/716773057327497216/do-you-think-part-of-the-reason-that-some-people?source=share

Oh look, more complete and utter wish-washy bullshit all to make excuses for a dead rock star's loser ex-girlfriend.

First, we have the "Freddie wouldn't label himself the way people do today!" as if Freddie didn't explicitly label himself as gay. Next, we have "Freddie wouldn't have cared what people would've called him" as if a rando online knows that for sure, and as if any of us have the right to make that decision for him to justify mislabeling a real human being.

Then, we have "uwu maybe people want to 'eschew' poor Mary to prove Freddie was gay", as if talking about the things she literally says and does is "eschewing" her, and as if we need proof beyond his owns words lmao.

And then there's downplaying everything Mary did after Freddie died by dishonestly presenting all the evidence we have of her being a piece of shit as "a paragraph" from Jim and Phoebe's books. That's just not true. Lol. Here's the kicker: "so what if Mary was a bitch? I can be a bitch, too!" Give me a fucking break. I am sick to death of this fandom being like, "If I don't defend bad people and their harmful actions I will die." Mary stole people's pets, said she "won" after Freddie died, ghosted Freddie's family, and kicked his loved ones out of their house while they were grieving, immediately changing the locks and not letting them take all of their things--including Jim's own family photos. On my worst days, I've never done anything like that! Lmfao that is not excusable behavior. Like speak for yourself, but I'll never be as big of a piece of shit as Mary Austin, actually <3

Lastly, it is absolutely ridiculous to compare a straight person saying homophobic things to a gay person saying potentially insensitive things about their own social group. Mary did say cut-and-dry homophobic things, she said Freddie "became a gay", she couldn't be jealous of his relationships with men because she didn't understand them, and she acted like Freddie intentionally spared her from AIDS, implying that he was knowingly infecting other people. A straight person saying that does not compare to a gay man jokingly using the f-slur with his gay friends. Everyone with an ounce of critical thinking skills knows this.

Anyway, I don't give a shit about "starting drama" anymore because it's a joke that calling out the low-key homophobia and constant defense of bigotry and harmful behavior in this fandom is seen as worse than...the actual bigotry and defense of harmful behavior. I don't care. I've never seen this blog before so I don't know this person or what their usual takes are, but the issue is that this is representative of the bullshit found in the larger fandom, so you're getting a response from me that's more directed at the general fandom lol. I don't care. If people don't want to be criticized for dismissing and defending homophobia and overall shitty people, then they could just stop doing that for the low price of $0.00.

[secretsfromwholecloth]

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The last song you listened to: Solju - Oabbá

Currently reading: Oof, I don’t think I’d be able to sustain enough concentration to Read Something right now. The last book I took a dip into was a collection of sheet music for songs by Rafael Hernández.

Last Movie: Everything Everywhere All at Once. I think. I neglected to log it at the time, so I have no clue if I watched it before or after the last two movies I did log. Anyway! Good movie, I was happy it won things.

Craving: OK, maybe I will get to have that burger tonight. Very good.

What are you wearing right now? What’s left of my work outfit, navy blue stretch pants and a black T-shirt with vaguely occult-looking art on it. (The dress code at my job, aside from not showing so much skin it makes one’s coworkers uncomfortable, boils down to “I hope you don’t mind potentially getting motor oil on that or worse”, so. I’m the only one in the whole garage not wearing a uniform, too.)

How tall are you: 5′4″/163cm

Piercings: A ring in my left nostril. I finally gave up on keeping any earlobe holes open.

Tattoos: Not that I haven’t thought about it, but nope.

Glasses? Contacts? Glasses, though they’re so heavy and lopsided that I can’t wear them for more than a few hours without a long break.

Last drink: The last of today’s tea ration at work was a nice big travel mug full of peppermint tea.

Last show: How lovely that you’ve caught me at a time when my last movie and TV show are both things I’m willing to admit to in public on this site! Anyway, the last one I finished was The Glory. Not flawless, but I had a lot of fun and came out of it with a few more actors to look into. And I feel like my mother would’ve felt some kinship with the writer, given certain conversations we’ve had (not to mention appreciating the eye candy, which she’s become quite the connoisseur of in her widowhood). I’m currently chipping away at Maestro in Blue, which mom didn’t watch when it aired in Greece (it was airing very late and she keeps early hours) but did hear about, which is something. I’m finding it much more of a slog, as evidenced by the fact that I’m not done with its mere nine episodes after eleven days.

Last thing you ate: Some slightly spicy nachos.

Favorite color: Depends entirely on what application we’re talking about. Can’t go far wrong with a good burgundy, though.

Current obsession: Now that’s not public information right now. Some things are just for me to enjoy inside my own head.

Unrelated obsession: Oh for the times when I have that kind of energy.

Any pets: Nope. Bad idea. I don’t want to think about what would happen, I have enough trouble taking care of myself. What a cruelty to do that to an innocent animal.

Do you have a crush on anyone? Define “crush”, and define “anyone”. Anyway, the answer is closer to “no” than “yes” right now.

Favorite fictional character: I’m honestly too miserable to access that storage right now, and even if I could I’m not sure what I found there would be public information.

The last place you traveled: It’d have to be Philadelphia to visit Girlfriend’s parents for whatever the last family-visiting holiday was. Christmas! That’s the bitch.

[barnesbabee]

they finally kicked that bitch (garam) out!! we won!! i also found out today that she threw a flower pot at someone’s head and the victim even had the medical records to prove it?? like what took the company so long to kick her out

babes I'll tell you what it was: rich parents lmfao. Also they probably had to take precautions in ending the contract so her family couldn't sue but I'm guessing daddy's money was the reason why it took so long for her to get the boot lmao

her stans on twitter found someone saying she 'hit someone in the head' bc she was defending her friend and the proof is 'someone said it', however the papers from lawyers, the school and ministry of education are somehow fake or altered. The stans are honestly pathetic and would forgive a murder if their faves committed it, I have 0 patience for kpop stans honestly, they will put idols over morals as if these idols genuinely care for them. News flash: they don't, wake up.

[pivotbitches]

Narrative Read 3:

Today I read my narrative and was surprised I didn’t cry. I did feel heavy with emotion and teared up a little but nothing came of it.

Notes:

It’s kind of scary how quickly I brush off the role drinking had in our relationship and my life at this point. I noticed that I didn’t even mentioned his drinking and driving, how scary and uncomfortable that was for me, how he never let me drive.

I think every time I read the part about getting brunch I think about my last in person encounter with Trey when he called me “just a fat bitch.” I know I’m overweight, and I enjoy trying new foods and just the experience of eating, especially brunch. But having someone I loved (or thought I did) say that to me after us already having a conversation about food and my eating habits, it really hurt. I have been struggling a little more lately with self image and wanting to lose weight and be healthier so that was a lot harder to read and think about than it has been in the past.

I caught myself thinking I was silly for feeling out of place at the shop in the golf course. I was thinking about beginners mind… I’m pretty sure no one feels comfortable going into a golf club their first time. Especially in the position I was in where I didn’t have my whole closet and didn’t pack clothes for golfing. Of course I had imposter syndrome, anyone would.

I forgot about the sex portion, it hurt a lot more then. I think looking back on it, it’s telling that he had cheated on me. I wish I had said my discomfort with him talking about him and a girl doing what I wanted to do after telling me no. It would’ve been uncomfortable even if I didn’t ask. I just found myself wondering if I could have done something different that he wouldn’t have cheated on my and then we’d still be together… that’s stupid. Is that bad to say about my own thought?

When I talked about feeling bad about sleeping, I was mad at my past self. I was taking care of my needs, but I felt bad about it? Wtf?! Like girly, you were drunk out of your mind, wanting to have sex on a golf course, why would you want to be with his family anyways? Was I spiraling because I wasn’t being social or because I had drank too much, or was it the fact that I let Trey push me to drink when he was supposed to be letting up on the alcohol?

“I was trying to be quiet so no one could hear me.” - I WANT TO HUG HER AND CRY FOR HER SO BAD

Brittany and Logan’s names get me every time, it’s taboo. How can I fix the trauma there? Make a narrative for everyday of that month? Sometimes I wish I could just call Brittany and ask for a doover and tell her everything that happened and how I wish things were different.

I think the most confusing part about Trey was that I know he took antidepressants, but he acted like my depression made no sense. I think my emotions are mixed about the choking. It was so unexpected that it’s almost humorous. I think he really was trying to help and thought it would go differently. At the time I did and didn’t want him to do it (I am now noticing it’s hard for me to say choke me to death or strangle lol). I felt both relief and despair/dread about him letting go. Relief that I was alive still, and that he now knew about the battle in my head. Despair because I still had to live with hating myself and never feeling happy anymore and dread of having a whole life of depression and unhappiness and constantly not knowing if today was the day my intrusive thoughts won.

That’s all for today. I’m proud of myself for reading it and taking the time to dig into my thoughts.

[httpdabi]

AmongUs

Summary: You decided to play AmongUs with your best friend and troll some randoms in there, what you didn’t really expect was to meet an extremely handsome stranger that has to offer you things your ex boyfriends never did.

Genre: smut, romance, No quirks looool

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors fuck off kindly), creampie, multiple orgasms, fingering, forced orgasm, daddy kink, dom!Dabi, orgasm denial, praising!

I had lots of fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it <3

,, Girl, you promised that you’ll come over tonight’’ you whined loudly over the phone, as your best friend Nejire told you that she won’t be able to make it, breaking your plans into tiny little pieces. Damn her childhood friend and his whole family deciding to come exactly today over, ruining your perfect evening with your best friend.

,, Yeah, but we can drink and play, doesn’t matter if we ain’t together, I’m sure he’ll like to play with us ‘’ you could almost feel her smile on the other line, and with only that you couldn’t even think about being mad at her, knowing very well how much she loves that guy. Probably in a way that no friends love each other.

,, Yeah, yeah. But girl, if you dich me tonight and let me troll people on my own, I’ll never forgive you’’ you smiled, knowing very well that she won’t do that. The two of you spend too much time playing stupid games together, drinking till you are comfortable enough to argue with strangers online, and troll the shit out of them.

Since it was weekend, and you were spending time on your own, you decided to start drinking a bit earlier. Turning on a movie, you started sipping on your wine, exchanging some texts with your best friend every now and then.

Your first glass was done way too fast, and you were already sitting in front of your computer with your forth glass beside the keyboard, and a cigarette in your right hand, texting a code to Nejire as you puffed on your cigarette.

The moment you saw one familiar and one not so familiar usernames getting into the private lobby , you smiled widely once Nejire started laughing loudly.

,, HAHAHA BITCH WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT’’ she screamed, as her lover boy giggled quietly beside her, probably too shy to say anything.

,, What is wrong with Kentuckycriedfricken?’’ you asked, as you slowly tapped with your fingers over the table. Well, you weren’t so creative tonight, but you could only blame alcohol on that.

,, Why the fuck are you called TURKEY_SANDWICH’’ you added another question, not giving her a chance to answer to your first one.

,,BECAUSE I’M CARVING ONE’’Nejire screamed, and in that moment you knew very well that she drank as much as you did, if not even more. You giggled to yourself, as you watched the room getting full, some people talking, some texting in the chat and some simply waiting.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, once you saw all the people commenting START In the small chat box. There was something about it that was pissing you off, making you kick or ban anyone who writes it. This time, you were too busy laughing with your friend, and instead doing any of it, you simply started the game.

CREWMATE

You sighed in relief, taking a sip of your wine, as Nejire ran around you with her friend, singing loudly. Ignoring the two of them, you made your way to the Admin room, to swipe the card, not so surprised once you saw a crew of other players doing the same thing.

,,KENTUCKYCRIEDFRICKEN WHERE ARE YOU’’ you heard Nejire once she entered the room. Once she noticed the cyan color hiding in the crowd she hurried with her Pink character toward you.

,,Wanna watch me scan?’’ she asked, making you giggle as she just gave you the secret code, making sure you know that she’s the Impostor.

,,Nah, Imma pass’’ you said, getting out of the room. You were pretty sure she’ll win the game, since she had you and her friend on her damn side, but you did wish you could know who the other Impostor is. Ignoring her, you made your way toward the Weapons, to clear the damn Asteroids and just look for someone to play around with. These people were way too quiet for your taste.

,,Heyyyy what’s up man?’’ you almost screamed excitedly when you saw a dark blue character, hopefully a crewmate, standing there and clearing Asteroids, or you thought so. You forced your voice a pitch higher, giggling to yourself, knowing how stupid you sound.

,,Oh my god, how old are you?’’ the stranger asked. The moment you spoke, all the giggles were gone. That guys voice was so damn deep, you literally had to lit a cigarette before you decided to speak up again.

,,Old enough’’ you laughed, refusing to tell him your real age just now.

,,Older than 18?’’ he asked, as you were shooting those Asteroids, not that focused.

,, Of course’’ you gasped, rolling your eyes, like he might see you.

,, Thanks God.. Do you play Amongus often ?’’ he asked, not even knowing that his fucking voice was doing things to you.

,, Amongus is my favoire game’’ you said, finishing your task. The way he talked to you, you were almost sure that he was trying to troll you a bit there, probably thinking you are one of those uwu pick me girls.

,,Mhmm.. you’re up pretty late.. what’s your bed time?’’ he asked, and with that question you were more than sure that he was messing around.

,, Daddy beats me if I don’t go to bed at 9’’ you tried to hold your laugh, and you could almost hear the stranger doing the same thing you do.

,, Ohh, I could be your daddy and I would never do that to you ‘’ he said. In that moment, if it wasn’t for his voice, you would probably just laugh loudly and just go away. But damn, the way he said that.

,,HAHHAHA YOU CRAZY FUCK’’ You choked out, once you got out of your little dream, liking how he played along.

,, So that’s your real voice’’ he mumbled, small muffed laugh following the sentence, as you ran away from him. You didn’t hear a voice like that for a long time, and you really hoped that the dude will follow you around for the rest of the game.

Which at your surprise happened.

You were about to ask him some stupid question, but in that very moment someone found a fucking body.

,,Pink killed white and just jumped into the vent in front of me’’ some dude accused Nejire, and that’s when you knew that you have to jump in.

,, I saw Pink scan tho, so that makes you pretty sus dude’’ you lied without thinking twice. Yeah, you knew that it’s more fun if you play by the rules, and don’t team up.. but Nejire is rarely the Impostor and she’s always so damn excited when she wins.

,, Yeah, that’s Pretty sus… ‘’ your new friend said, probably believing you, since you two spent some short time together.

At the end of the short meeting, White was voted out.

You made your way to Reactor to do your task, and Nejire and her friend followed you, probably to look a bit clear to others. You hated the task you had to do, so you took your time, ignoring the loud laughs coming from your friend.

Shortly, the voice of Nejire was changed with the deep one.

,, So, what do you do usually?’’ he asked, as you tried to start the reactor. You had trouble with that task without being tipsy, so alcohol wasn’t really helping in your current situation.

,, I’m streets salesman of burgers’’ you joked, making him laugh a bit. Only to end up telling him that you are actually a student, having a mini job at the café near where you live. You weren’t even sure if his voice was making you speak up or the alcohol, but you almost found yourself telling him the story of your life.

,, Where are you going?’’ he asked you, as you made your way toward Electrical, stopping once the lights got off. You didn’t want to look sus to him, but you didn’t want to go there, since everyone knows that the first person that enters the room will end up dead.

,,Well, I wanted to go to electrical, to do my task, but not so sure about it anymore’’ you said honestly, running around him.

,, Come on, I’ll keep you safe’’ he laughed, and you followed him. The moment you were about to do your task, the game finished, showing how the Impostors won.

You heart almost skipped a beat when you saw In the chat box how your dark blue feiend was the second Impostor. You found it extremely cute that he had way too many chances to kill you and he never did. Instead of killing you, he was simply chatting with you.

CREWMATE

Usually you were the one to hate playing as impostor, always feeling the pressure and thinking that you’ll ruin the game for the other impostor, but tipsy like that, you wished you could be one now, and kill some crewmates around.

,, Doll, teaming ain’t nice’’ deep voice told you as you were downloading the data in the Cafeteria.

,, Awh, come on, she needs a bit of support’’ you said, focused on his voice more than on your task. ,,After all you just used me to clear yourself and look less sus’’ you added and he sighed loudly, acting shocked that you could even think of him like that.

You thought that the little play with the stranger will be just one time ‘’experience’’, but at your surprise he asked you for your instagram at the end. Usually you aren’t the one to share your personal information’s with others, and you also weren’t sure what you’re getting into, yet you found yourself giving him your username before you turned the computer off and drifted into a deep sleep.

Once you woke up, your phone was blown up with notifications, every single one from instagram. One text message and the rest of it were likes.

[Touyaf]:

,,Well, didn’t expect you to be this pretty.. super glad I met you there ’’

You smiled to yourself as you read the little message, with one of your post attached to it. Tapping on his username, your eyes almost widened in shock once you realized that not only his fucking voice was attractive. The dude was a motherfucking snack, and you had a pretty big luck that you found him in that silly lobby.

To Touyaf:

,, Heyy, you ain’t looking bad either lol same, let’s play together again ‘’

You replied, before you returned to his profile to like some photos he posted. Being honest, you didn’t know what to expect, but what you didn’t expect was a black haired guy, with piercings and tattoos covering his body. He definitely didn’t look like someone who spends his time on computer playing fucking Among us.

Hopping out of your bed, you made your way to get ready for the day. There were many things you planned to do, so you didn’t really want to waste your time. The faster you’re done, the more time you’ll have at the end.

After you packed all the post you had to send for your work, you headed to the bus station, hoping you’ll be able to catch the next bus. At your surprise Dabi was replying to your messages way too fast, making it one of the conversations where your eyes simply have to stay glued to your phone.

You found it almost funny how you ended up checking up your phone more often than usual, for someone you didn’t even meet yet. Sure, his profile looks legit, but the possibility that some attention thirsty freak is hiding behind that profile will be there till you meet him personally.

Once you finished everything up, you made your way toward the little Game shop, the one you were a well known costumer in. The now not so new Crash Bandicoot game that got out months ago was finally on the sale. You wanted to buy it the same day it got out, but $75 was too much, and it’s not like you’re shitting money.

The moment you bought the game, you wished you could fucking teleport yourself home, but sadly, you still had stuff to do and the game had to wait.

..

Your steps felt heavy, as you pushed yourself in the crowd, trying to keep your balance. Someone’s shoulder almost knocked you out, making your blood boil in just a damn second. Turning your head to the side, more than ready to fight, a smile crept on your face once you realized who you’re facing.

,, OH MY fucking god ‘’ you gasped, pointing every word out.

,, Woww, you’re alive’’ your cousin laughed, once she realized that you were ready to throw some hands. You really wanted to go home, but since ALL OF SUDDEN, both you and your cousin had some time, she forced you to go grab a coffee with her.

The two of you wanted to meet for a long time, but yet none of you could manage to get some free time and meet.

,, Yeah, Kai went to that Music program. The whole town was voting for him, didn’t you know that?’’ she said, talking about your childhood friend that always wanted to become famous.

,, Wow, strong community ‘’ you joked, acting surprised. Even tho he was your friend, you had to be honest. He couldn’t sing for shit.

The two of you ended up spending much more time than you planned to, and you ended up not minding it at all. You actually enjoyed talking about random shit form the last with her.

,, Wow, I didn’t think Bonnie is still alive. That dog could sense us from far away, so weird’’ your cousin said, sipping on her now cold coffee. ,, You think she would still smell or sense me if I would be on my way to your parents house ?’’ she added, eyes almost twinkling excitedly.

,, She can definitely smell your stinky ass’’ you joked, playing with the metal straw in your drink.

,, Oh eat shit, I’m sweating so much that I’m showering two times a day’’ she protested, slapping your arm playfully.

,,And even that ain’t helping’’ you laughed loudly once you saw her disgusted face.

The two of you finally parted ways, once you told her that you have some other important plans, deciding its better not to tell her that you’re dying to go home and play the game you bought.

You almost teared up once you were finally in your pajamas, laying comfortably on your couch and playing the game. You almost teared up, when you chose the retro function of the game, where you can get and loose life, thinking you’re the old school gamer. Oh, how fast you changed it once you realized how hard the game is.

After playing the game for two hours, you realized that you definitely won’t be able to finish it in one night. You were glad that the production was aiming for the old public, but you didn’t expect it to be that hard.

[Touyaf]:

,,The game is dope as fuckkkk, but too easy imo’’

You smiled when you saw that he replied to the picture you posted on the story.

To Touyaf:

,, Are you insane ? I’m on the same level thirty fucking minutes now :( ‘’

You replied, as you continued with the game, only to pause it after one minute of gameplay just to check your phone when you saw the instagram notification.

[Touyaf]:

,, Want me to help you?’’

To Toyuaf:

,, How ?’’

[Touyaf]:

,, Send me your address ‘’

Your eyes widened when you saw what he wrote, too scared to open the message he sent you. Of course you wanted to meet him, but so fast ? And at this time ?

Was that really smart ?

Well, it doesn’t matter if it’s smart or not, you ended up sending him your address, last name and running around in the middle of the night and cleaning your apartment anyway. You found yourself smiling the whole time while hysterically cleaning around. You didn’t know if he is living near or far, yet there was so much to do. It was very visible that you weren’t expecting any guests.

Luckily for you, it took him some time to arrive, giving you a chance to clear everything nicely and throw your clothes that were laying around into the closet.

The moment you heard the doorbell you got nervous like a little teenage girl that was about to go on her first date and the moment you opened the door, you were more than sure that you made the right decision when you sent him your address.

Was is possible that someone could be that handsome ? At one point you thought that he was just photogenic when you scrolled his Insta feed, you thought maybe he knew his angles. But damn, the dude standing in front of you was someone you would spread your legs for without thinking twice.

,,Hey, nice to finally meet you’’ he said, giving you a small hug which you definitely didn’t expect. ,, You look even prettier than on photos’’ he added, smiling at you.

,, You think? Thank you. You too’’ you said awkwardly. Usually you are much more confident, and you don’t have problem with communication, but the fact that this handsome dude you barely know, is in your apartment, made your legs shake.

,, I mean, you are really handsome’’ you added fast, trying to break that creepiness in your voice, giving yourself a mental facepalm once you realized that he was holding back his laugh. You almost looked like fucking Bella from Twilight. Was that necessary ?

,, What do you want to drink? Tea ? Coffee? Orange juice ? Wine ?’’ you asked, preparing the glass. He probably noticed how nervous you are and that made you even more nervous. Everything that could go wrong, is going wrong right now.

,, Well, I’m really up for some wine’’ Touya said as he sat comfortably on your couch.

THANKS GOD. You weren’t sure if you would be able to survive being in the same room with him while drinking a fucking chamomile tea.

,, You can’t beat this level? This one ?You can’t be for real’’ he laughed, as you placed two glasses and one bottle of wine on the table.

,, Are you dissing my gaming skills ?’’ you laughed, pouring the wine in the glass while he was playing the game like it was nothing.

,, Ah please, how many times did you paly it ?’’ you whined loudly, as he played almost perfectly.

,, Oh thanks God, you are a smoker, I was already stressing myself out if I’ll have to go out for every cigarette’’ Touya said once he saw you lit a cigarette.

After your second glass of wine, all the nervousness was gone. The two of you were having pretty much a fun time playing the game and drinking together.

,, What are you doing ???’’ he asked, almost screaming once you died in the game, without getting to the checkpoint.

,, MY BEST, I’M DOING MY BEST’’ You screamed back, throwing the controller to his direction, one again feeling defeated.

After that night, Touya started visiting you more often, and every night he would visit you, the two of you would drown a bottle of wine. You didn’t expect him to be such a cool person actually. In your opinion he did look like someone who’s full of himself.

Also, when you told Nejire that you met the dude from Among us, she immediately started lecturing you about how he could have killed you, totally ignoring the fact that you were standing in front of her alive and more healthy than you ever were.

,, Anyway, they have one appointment free today ‘’ Nejire said, as the two of you walked down the street, going to your usual café.

,, What are you talking about ?’’ you asked confused.

,, About escape room you stupid bitch’’ she said, hitting your arm lightly like she was talking about it clearly before.

,, Nejire, if the two of us go, one hour won’t be enough for us to get out of it’’ you pointed, knowing very well that neither of you is capable of figuring anything out on your own, especially not some scary ass escape room.

,, Ye, but I can ask Mirio to come, and you can ask the Dabi dude’’ she said, rising her eyebrows at you. Well that wasn’t a really bad idea actually.

Both Mirio and Dabi agreed, and while sipping on your coffee the two of you reserved the room. It was pretty much unplanned, and you had around 2 hours until your appointment, but you were really glad it worked out.

,, Girl, you should see my little sister today, girlie is only 3 years old, and she already flirts better than you and me together’’ Nejire giggled, as you gave her one questioning look.

,, She met some boy at playground today. You should see the looks they were giving each other. They even started talking in their baby language, discussing something’’ she said, making you laugh as you imagined her baby sister hitting on some other kid. You were never a person that could deal with kids, but her sister was really special.

Once the Mirio arrived, Nejire got all quiet, which almost made you laugh out loud, since she’s nothing like that usually. She did tell you before, that the two of them hooked up after one of the birthday parties you attended, but you almost forget about that.

,, What can I get you?’’ the waiter asked Mirio, as you and Nejire talked excitedly about escaperoom.

,, One Matte Lacchiato’’ Mirio said, trying to follow what you were talking about, while the waiter was looking at him confused, not sure if he’s joking or not.

,, You mean Latte macchiato ??’’ Nejire asked, trying to hold her laugh. The moment the waiter left, none of you had to hold it back anymore.

,, Dude, Matte Lacchiato ? Really?’’ you laughed loudly.

,, Fuck off, I’m not a coffee person’’ Mirio snapped, his face all red from embarrassment.

,, One Paccuccino please’’ you joked, making Mirio roll his eyes.

,, One Sepresso please’’ Nejire laughed loudly , while Mirio was mumbling something under his breath, hating the both of you in the moment.

,,By the way, I don’t like this thing, tastes like nothing’’ he said, as giving it to Nejire to try it out.

,, Out of 1 to 10, how many points would you give to this Matte Lacchiato?’’ Nejire asked, giggling, giving him a sign that she’ll never forget the silly mistake he said.

,,2 points. One for having balls to sell it, and another one because I’m such a good hearted person’’ he said, pushing the drink to the side.

The moment you saw Touya enter the café, you started waving around with your hands, helping him find you.

,, What took you so long ?’’ you asked, as he took a seat next to you. He looked good as usual, wearing oversized purple shirt, and black pants with nike airforce.

,, I was in the middle of a jog when you texted me’’ he said putting his both hands in the air, feeling attakced.

,, Oh that sounds fun’’ you joked, as you rolled your cigarette.

,, Yeah? I’ll call you next time to come with’’ he said, also rolling a cigarette, while giving you a side look.

,, Not that fun’’ you laughed.

,, dude, the last time we jogged together, she had to call a taxi to bring her back home’’ Mirio said, making Touya laugh.

,, Trueeee, I had to pour water all over her face when we were jogging together’’ Nejire added, remembering the accident that happened back in the days.

,,Oh shut up, I had to put your fucking legs up hoping you wont collapse’’ you laughed. Sure, both Mirio and Touya were in better shape than you, but Nejire ? Girl was on the same level.

,, And stop it, stop dissing me! I’m a victim of a hate crime right now” you whined loudly, as all of them laughed.

When the time came, all of you made your way to the escaperoom. After you checked in and paid, you and Touya went out to smoke one more cigarette since you had some time before the game starts.

,, So, what will you do after this ?’’ Touya asked, placing his arm around you as you puffed on your cigarette.

,, I don’t have any plans yet, why ? Wanna come over ?’’ you asked, mentally holding your shit together once he said that he’ll gladly come.

He was too close, wayyyy too close. You could even smell his fucking perfume.

Once the game started all of you were more than lost, having hard time finding the clues. You were in some basement looking room with tons of books. Touya and you found the first clue, some numbers written on the small closet as a code for opening the box that Mirio found.

Mirio found the second code, that led you to the box with the key that was opening the door.

,, Oh my god guys, there are number on the closet’’ Nejire screamed loudly, making all of you laugh.

,, Sweetie we passed that part long time ago.’’ Mirio said pinching her cheek. You were pretty sure that she was a bit lost, because Mirio was giving her way too much attention.

The next room was even darker than the first one, full of some weird family photos, crosses and blood. All of you were trying to work together, you agreed to use the Woky toky only when needed, yet the person who held it didn’t really give a shit about your agreement.

,, We need help’’ Mirio said, while the rest of you whined loudly since it was probably the third time he’s using it by now.

,, Dude, do you like the worker here ?’’ you asked him, as you took the photo of the wall.

,, No, why?’’ he asked you back, almost confused.

,, Because you are constantly talking to him. I swear you didn’t even talk to your ex that much ‘’ you said, making Touya laugh a bit.

The game continued with all of you in a rush to figure things out. One clue led to another one, and you opened some small room, where someone had to go inside to pull some weird looking rope.

Luckily for all of you, Mirio volunteered. The moment he pulled the rope down, some weird as cockroaches fall down on him, making him get out of the small room faster then he got in there.

,, Fucking shit, I didn’t sign for this’’ he whined, sighing in relief once he realized that those cockroaches are plastic one.

,, I swear, if that shit fell onto me, I would smash the red button without thinking twice’’ Nejire said in disgust.

,, This game is hard as fuck’’ you sighed, as you held some weird box with some knifes in your hand.

,, Wanna know what else is hard ?’’ Touya said quietly, making your eyes widen in shock.

,, Excuse me?’’ you couldn’t believe what he was asking you, here in front of your friends.

,, This cross. Oh my god, didn’t expect you to be that dirty minded doll’’ Touya laughed loudly, making you blush. In your Defense, he sounded like he was talking about his dick. He definitely didSl.

At the end, the 4 of you made it out of the room few minutes before the game ended. The moment you opened the door, you found the worker that explained the game and led you to the room standing in front of the very same door. Probably ready to get you all out.

,, This was so embarrassing ‘’ Nejire laughed as all of you got out of the building.

,, Yeah, imagine if we didn’t figure it out, what would he tell us ? Sorry but yall have to die now’’ Mirio said.

,, Well, maybe if you used the time we had for figuring everything out, instead of talking with the dude over the Wokytoky, MAYBE we would do better’’ you laughed, as Mirio told you to fuck off.

After Mirio and Nejire left, you and Touya made your way to your apartment, still talking and laughing about the whole game.

The two of you played among us, teaming up against some randoms on a whole new level. He was sitting way too close to you, like there was no place on the couch at all. Of course, you didn’t mind that, but you would lie if you said that you could focus on the game fully.

,, You are so cute’’ Touya pointed when you killed someone in front of him, not even hiding the fact that you are teaming.

He was complimenting you and being touchy with you more then usual.

,, So, are you really into daddy kink?’’ you asked, as you remembered the first time you played together.

,,Maybe ‘’ Touya smirked, focused on the game.

,, Naughty naughtyyy’’ you laughed, killing some other crewmate.

Once you had enough of the game, the two of you ended up just chit chatting about some stupid things, still in the same position as you were in before. The only difference was that Touya was slowly caressing your skin.

,, You wanna sleep over ?’’ you asked, once you realized that it was getting really late.

,, Well, definitely not if I have to crash on this couch’’ he said, making you giggle quietly.

,, Ah, you know I wouldn’t let you sleep here.’’ You mumbled quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.

,, Awhh, is my little doll implying that I can share her bed with her ?’’ Dabi teased. His arm was wrapped around you, rubbing small circles on your right hip gently.

,, Maybe ?’’ you said, trying to focus on anything else than his hand playing around.

,, Anyway, doll, I want to ask you something’’ he muttered, stopping his movements suddenly. You changing your position to have a better look of him, was your answer to go on.

,, Do play a lot with other people online?’’ he asked. You blinked slowly, not sure if that’s really a question he wanted to spit out. It seemed like it would be something more important.

,, Uh, I’m usually playing with Nejire. Why ?’’ you replied, confusion written all over your face. At your surprise, Dabi wrapped his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap like you were a small and weightless playtoy.

,, You know, I don’t like sharing what’s mine. ‘’ he expressed, placing his both hands on your tights, moving them up and down slowly.

,, Yours ?’’ you weren’t sure what was going on, and you definitely didn’t expect that silly question to go this way.

,, Doll, you’ve been mine the moment you sent me your address. What I meant was, you’ve met me so easily, I sure hope you ain’t like that with everyone on the internet.’’ His voice was somehow even more deeper than usual, and maybe it’s weird, but the position you were in was lowkey turning you on.

Maybe the fact that his behavior changed so fast, maybe the fact that he wanted you all for himself .

,, Honesty, I never share my personal information online, since you never know who’s hiding on the other side, but there was something about you. I just wanted to stay in contact with you’’ you responded, playing with your fingers like a lost child.

Instead of replying, he placed his hands on your cheek, pulling you slowly into a kiss, which you accepted gladly. It was the first time you felt such huge attraction for someone, and you were more than happy to give him anything he wants.

Maybe it’s weird to feel such a thing for someone you didn’t know that well, but everyone starts somewhere, right ?

His hands were going up and down your waist, lips never leaving your own. The moment you put your arms up, helping him remove the shirt you were wearing, you felt him smirk into the kiss. Once your shirt was off, he leaned back into the couch, having a better view of you, half naked sitting in his lap.

His right hand was playing with the strap of your bra, and the other one was holding you on his lap firmly. To him, you were the most beautiful little thing that he placed his eyes on, and he was more than grateful that you didn’t freak out because of his small confession.

You couldn’t wait anymore. Bending over, you connected your lips with his own again. His hands moved to your ass, giving it one good squeeze, before he got a firmer grip of you, pushing you up with himself and making his way to your bedroom.

Once he placed you on your bed, he took his shirt of, throwing it somewhere on the floor, as he climbed on top of you. All you could do was close your eyes and moan quietly once you felt his lips on your neck, sucking and biting it gently.

His lips were moving down, from your neck to your chest. From your chest to your stomach, leaving wet love bites on his way down.

Once he got so low, that he was almost between your legs, he unbuttoned your pants slowly, pulling your panties just a little bit down to leave kisses down there.

After few kisses, he gave you a sign to push your hips up a bit, and you did so. The moment you did it, Touya pulled your pants, together with your underwear down, leaving you in nothing else than your bra.

,, Take of your bra’’ he commanded, as he got lost between your legs. You wanted to do it, you really did, but once you felt his tongue on your pussy, you weren’t capable to even think straight, yet to remove your bra.

He was sucking and biting your clit, like no one ever before, making you throw your head back into your pillow as you enjoyed what he was giving you. You cradled your hands into his hair, as you felt thousand things at the same time. You’ve never desired someone so much, and the fact that the person you desired like no one else in your whole life was between your legs eating you out, was driving you crazy on a whole new level.

Dabi felt the same, it was the very first time he felt pleasure while he ate someone out, he was craving you like a mad man.

His tongue was doing wonders to you, and the moment you felt his finger slowly enter you, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get control over yourself.

,, Gotta loosen up my doll a little bit’’ he mumbled, savoring your pussy. The way he ate you out was getting sloppier and sloppier. Once he added another finger, your grip on is hair got stronger, giving him a sign that it hurts a bit.

,, Baby, how will you take my dick if you ain’t capable of taking ony two fingers ?’’ he looked up, smirking at you. Once you gave him a weak nod, he started moving his fingers in and out of you, slowly, giving you time to adjust.

Once he heard you moan, he started moving his fingers a little faster, as he started to rub your clit with his other hand.

,,Oh god’’ you moaned loudly, as pleasure took all over your body. Your orgasm hit you pretty unexpectedly, making you hide your face with your hands in embarrassment. You never came so quickly.

He definitely knows what’s he doing. None of your ex boyfriends made you cum so fast. All they did was simply missionary sex, with no talk at all. Few humps and done.

,, Open your mouth’’ Touya commanded, not giving you a chance to understand what was going on and why he wanted you to open your mouth for him. You felt two wet and sticky fingers rub your lips. You couldn’t even open your mouth fully, as he already shoved his two fingers in it.

,, Suck’’ grabbing your hands with his own and pushing them down, he had to see you, even tho he knew very well how embarrassed you felt in that moment.

Of course you did as he told you, as he held your chin, forcing you to look right at him as you cleaned his fingers that just pleasured you.

,, Such a good girl’’ Touya said, caressing your cheek gently, before he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, trying to free his throbbing dick out of the pants.

,, Didn’t I tell you to take your bra off ?’’ he asked, smirk forming on his lips. ,, Oh, so you don’t like to follow daddys orders ?’’ he added, climbing on top of you.

,, I ..’’ you didn’t even know what you wanted to say, you honestly forgot that you even had your bra on. Instead of saying anything, Touya only laughed, flipping you on your stomach, as he unclipped your bra in one movement.

,, I really wanted to be gentle with you, but if you are not capable in following small orders what will happen later with the big ones?’’ he asked, kissing the back of your neck slowly. You weren’t sure what to say, for you, that wasn’t a big deal, and honestly you didn’t know much about daddy kink.

,, Sorry daddy’’ you said, closing your eyes. It felt weird to call him daddy, but now that you knew that he likes it, you did it anyway.

,, Sorry doesn’t help doll. Daddy has to fuck you into obedience’’ he said, pulling the lower part of your body up. He took a good look of you, before he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. The view of you, with your ass up made his dick twitch, and he couldn’t wait anymore.

He shoved his dick into you with one move, forcing your body to move away from him out of the reflex. But Touya wasn’t buying that, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you back.

,, You good?’’ He asked. You could hear concern in his voice, and you found it really cute how he suddenly changed.

,, Yes, that was hot ‘’ you said embarrassed, glad he was not facing you.

,, Good, because I ain’t stopping’’ with that, he started rocking his hips into you, as he pulled your head back, hand still holding your hair keeping you in the place he wanted you to be in.

So much about the concern.

,, So fucking tight’’ he groaned, as he fucked fast and hard into you, making your bed crack with every move. You found yourself moaning louder then before, it felt like he was forcing every moan out of you with every snap of his hips against your own.

The moment you felt his fingers on your clit, your walls squeezed around him. Once again embarrassed that you are so close, so fast.

,, Oh nah, you ain’t gonna cum yet’’ he whispered in your ear, leaving your clit and grabbing your hips with his both hands.

,, Ehhh pleaseeee, please daddy’’ you moaned, pushing the embarrassment away.

,, Baby, If you cum now, I’ll make sure you cum at least two more times before I finish you want it or not’’ he said, stopping his movements. Usually, when you had sex you were lucky if you could orgasm even once, since the guys only thought about themselves. You weren’t really sure if you could do it for him. You weren’t sure if you were capable to do it at all.

,, I’ll take that as yes’’ Touya laughed, moving his hips suddenly, his hand back on your clit and rubbing it so fast that he literally forced the orgasm he stopped few moments ago.

You moaned loudly, losing the power in your body. If Touya wasn’t holding you, you would definitely just fall down. He moved his hips slowly, making sure your orgasm lasts long enough for you to see the stars.

Once he was sure you are done, he flipped you over onto your back, spreading your legs with his hands, as he gave you one passionate kiss. You were too focused on the kiss, not realizing that he entered you again, only to realized it once he started moving again.

He was fucking you like there was no tomorrow, not breaking the kiss at all. You could feel his dick hitting your cervix with every move. You found yourself wrapping your arms around him, trying to find some comfort while he fucked the light out of you.

,, Come on baby, cum for your daddy’’ he groaned, enjoying how tightly your walls were squeezing him in that moment.

,, I can’t, oh my god, I really can’t ‘’ you whined, digging your nails into his skin, as he once again started playing with your clit. You felt both pain and pleasure while played with it, forcing the third orgasm out of you.

,, Of course you can, look at you, such a good girl’’ This time he didn’t slow down, letting you enjoy it, instead he was fucking you even harder and faster then before, making the orgasm that hit you almost painful, but yet still good and pleasurable.

With every move he did, you dag your nails deeper into the flesh of his back, moaning loudly not giving a single fuck if your neighbors could hear you or not.

,, One more baby’’ Touya groaned, hitting your g spot all over again. ,, Only one more baby, you can do it ‘’ he added as he rocked his hips against yours. You were so fucking sensitive, that you literally felt every vein of his dick rubbing against your walls. Maybe you were imagining, but it felt like you could literally feel the shape of his whole dick inside you, every inch of it.

He was fucking you in a reckless pace, once again rubbing your clit, while telling you how you’re such a good girl for him and how you’re gonna milk his cock so nicely. Once Touya felt that he was close, once he realized that he won’t last much longer, he started rubbing your clit with more pressure, forcing himself even more into you then before.

,, Come on baby, cum all over my cock’’ he groaned, as you moaned loudly. The moment he forced your last orgasm out of you, he groaned loudly as he was chasing his own high, painting your walls white with his seed.

The moment he came, he slowed down, still not stopping his movements completely. Fucking his seed deep into you. Because of the fact that you came fucking four times, and that he shoot loads and loads of his own seed into you, you were almost sure that you were already leaking on your bed.

,, Are you okay?’’ Touya asked, placing soft kissed on your neck, while his dick was still inside of you. ,, Did I go too far ?’’ he added, once he realized that you aren’t answering.

,, Oh god no, this was amazing’’ you whispered, tilting your head to the side. Touya kissed you, not being able to hold his smile at all. After the kiss, he wore his boxers and made his way to your bedroom, only to come back moments later with a warm towel.

After he cleaned you up, he helped you wear your panties, giving you his shirt instead of your own, before the two of you fall asleep in each others arms.

In that moment, you felt grateful for existence of that silly game where you met this handsome stranger. Who would have thought that Amongus can be a better match maker than Tinder.

You sure didn’t.

[bruhstories]

Home for the Holidays

summary: you come back home for the holidays and get a very warm welcome. pairing: stepbro!armin x female!reader warnings & content: stepcest, fingering, unprotected sex, dom!armin, sub!reader word Count: 2k-ish

a/n: umm, don't go around fucking your stepbros? i mean i can't stop you but sweet home alabama should play in your head if you do it. also sorry if this feels a bit rushed, i don't even have time to breathe | @mikasascabin @armins-futon

Pop!

Incessant, irritating sounds of gum popping, then smacking against your teeth, the annoying chewing that came out of your mouth, the infuriating tapping of your leg, the exasperating drumming of your fingers against the kitchen table — it's driving Armin insane. It's been driving Armin insane for years. And despite the fact that you're both adults now, you still can't get along. He's smart, quiet and a workaholic, you're a social butterfly who works smart, not hard.

"Armin, Y/N, you're not leaving this kitchen until you solve your conflict and apologise." His mom would say. It used to be your punishment when Armin and you were kids — and it's your punishment even know. You roll your eyes, gum popping all over your face and the tip of the nose. Armin snickers at the disgusted look on your face, mumbling a serves you right under his nose.

Sometimes you wondered if the tension between you and him was sexual. But... it couldn't be, could it? You were his damn stepsister, yet when you came back home for Thanksgiving, Armin was a whole different person. Fresh cut, a change of wardrobe, a better attitude — he was hot, no longer the nerd you used to tease. You study him from across the table after cleaning your face, lower lip between your teeth, head in your hands.

"You heard your mommy, Armin, apologise and let's get this over with."

"Me? You're the one who came home and ruined everything."

"Ruined what? A shitty dinner with a family who doesn't give a fuck about me? No, bro, I improved everything." You lean back in your chair and nonchalantly slam your feet on the table. "Not that you would know what it's like to be in my shoes, anyway."

"Your shoes? What about mine?" Armin slams his fists on the table. "At least no one expects anything from you."

"Wow, thanks." You get up and he realises just how nasty he sounded.

"Wait-"

"Fuck off." You dash past him with tears in your eyes. He was right, your father never expected anything from you, nor did your stepmother. Armin, on the other hand, was a genius, a straight A student and now he even received a scholarship from his university. Of course, people had high expectations from him and in a way, that made you jealous.

'Oh, Armin, we're so proud of you!'

'Armin, you did great!'

'Did you know Armin won an international maths competition?'

You shut the door to your room and crawl under your blanket. You always tried your best, but you could never compete with him. And your father, your ownfather, sometimes seemed to love Armin more than you. Minutes pass before you hear your stepmother rushing with your father to go visit some of your relatives and you hope Armin would go with them, but you're unlucky today. Once the car leaves the driveway, a soft knock makes you snap your neck up.

"Go away."

"Y/N, please, I didn't mean to say that."

"I don't care!" You throw a book at the door but Armin still won't budge.

"Open the damn door!"

"Why, so you can brag about how you're the perfect child?"

"So I can apologise, you... you bitch!"

Silence. Your ears ring with the word and Armin knows he fucked up big time. In a flash, the door is open and you're ready to kick him in the shin but for some reason, when you see his face, you stop.

"Apologise, then, and apologise for calling me a bitch, you little shit!"

"God, why do you hate me so much? You tormented me ever since you moved in with us!"

"Well, genius, has it ever occurred to you that maybe I never wanted this?"

"Of course it has! But you're always so cold and all I wanted was to talk to you. I don't even know your favourite colour and you're supposed to be my sister!" His voice is soft and sorrowful and you fold your arms across your chest.

"I don't want to be your sister."

"Then what do you want? You're always bitch but when I bring a girl over, you're suddenly overprotective."

"You do the exact same thing, dumbass! Every time! You act like a sad puppy but the moment you hear I'm going out with a guy you turn into some alpha male." You frown and grab the door handle. "This conversation is over."

"No, it's not." He puts his foot in the door and you narrow your eyes at his low voice and different demeanour.

"Yes, it is. Go do some studying for uni." You try to close the door but suddenly he's so much stronger. Has he been working out?

"You think this is all I do? Work and study? You think I'm some kind of teacher's pet who doesn't break rules?" You don't even realise when he's in your room, hands on your shoulders and his face so close to yours. "You think I'm an angel? A saint?" The words drip from his tongue with so much venom and your body softens. This is so unlike him but you can't help but be intrigued.

"Armin, please-"

"Oh, I'm Armin now? Not some shitty nickname? What’s the matter, can’t come up with a clever insult?" His thumb grazes over your cheek and you feel the hairs on your arms stand up. You like this side of Armin, and the fact that for three years you were his stepsister went down the drain. "I tried to be good, Y/N, I tried to be nice. But you don't like nice, do you?"

You shake your head with lidded eyes, drinking his touch, but a sharp pain from a slap wakes you up from your thoughts.

"Talk."

"N-no, I don't like nice!"

"It's unbelievable what a good girl you are when I press the right buttons."

You know it now, why you've always acted this way with Armin — you don't want him to see you as his stepsister, not even as his friend — you want to be his lover. In his ocean blue eyes, you can see that he wants the same thing — they are filled with lust and desire. You don't want to speak, afraid you might ruin this moment, but at the same time you have questions to ask and answers to get. Armin catches your mind drifting elsewhere and another slap across your already stinging cheek brings your full attention to him.

"I know what you like, Y/N. You fucked enough of my friends for me to know exactly what you want."

"Excuse me? You talk to your friends about how your sister fucks them?"

"Stepsister." He corrects you, his fingers tangled in your locks. "What would our parents say if they found out what a filthy slut you are?"

"I-" You want to say something, come up with a snarky remark, but the words die in your throat and your brain turns to mush. Armin leans closer, his hot breath tickling your ear.

"I bet I can fuck you better than any of them." He whispers and just then you feel your aching cunt begging to be filled with his cock.

"Armin..." You try again, but you still don't know if you want him to stop or carry on. It all feels so wrong but so right at the same time.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N." He nibbles on your earlobe, goosebumps dotting your skin.

"I don-" You choke on your words when you feel his hand slither under your shirt, fingers playing with your nipple.

"Come on, talk." Armin is now gently kissing the crook of your neck and your knees almost give in. Truthfully, no man ever made you feel so weak, so needy.

"Please, I want you!" You tried to whisper but it came out as a desperate cry.

"That's not good enough." He pinches your sensitive bud and you yelp, back hitting the door.

"I want you to f-fuck me, please, Armin! Fuck me good!"

"Much better." He presses his lips onto yours and he can taste the bubblegum you so annoyingly chewed when you let his tongue part open your mouth.

You don't have a clue when your clothes disappeared, scattered on the floor, along with your and his underwear, and frankly you don’t even care. Armin has you down on all fours on the mattress, two fingers pumping into your sweet cunt as you pathetically moan his name.

"Look at you! Such a filthy whore, all wet for your stepbro."

"Oh, God- want you inside-"

"I know, princess. Be patient." He curls his fingers in ways you didn't think were possible, but then you feel his tongue lazily dragging up and down your slit and you let yourself fall on the bed, face down, ass up. You had guys go down on you before, but the way Armin did it was incredible. He was meticulous, attentive, careful to let you know exactlywho owned your cunt. When he feels your thighs shake, he pulls away, earning a dissatisfied sigh of protest from you as you jolt back up.

"No, no. You're not coming yet." He yanks you by the hair, fingers gripping your chin and turning your head to the side. Armin presses his body against yours, and you feel his throbbing cock resting on your ass as he eagerly kisses you. "You taste good, don't you?"

You nod back, unable to form a coherent sentence, all you could do was push your ass against him, yearning to be filled.

"Armin, please, I need to feel you. Please!"

"Shit, I didn't think you'd be so fucking needy. Do you think you deserve it?"

"Yes, yes! I promise I'll be good from now on! Please!"

"You better keep your promise, Y/N." He growls, pushing you back on the mattress, the glistening tip of his cock positioned at your entrance. “Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you.” Inch by inch, he bottoms out and you throw your head back, spongy walls clenching around his cock. Thick and long, Armin was by far the biggest man you've been with, and you really didn't expect this. Yet when he started pounding into your cunt, you didn't regret coming home for the holidays.

"H-harder!" You beg him and you can feel his shit-eating grin burning into your back because he is the one making you feel this way, and he knows that after tonight, you'll always come crawling to him. Armin didn't waste any time, his thrusts became harsher and deeper, cock sliding in and out of you making your head fuzzy.

"You're so tight, so wet. Bet you don't get this wet for others."

"I don't! Oh, fuuuck, right there!"

Beads of sweat form on his forehead, fingers digging into your flesh as you buck your hips against his. It's been a while since he fucked you, your whimpers echoing in the bedroom, his name rolling down your tongue perfectly. You’re made for him. But all good things come to an end, and shortly you felt the need for release, thighs quaking and pleasure flushing through your entire body. Armin is close, too, but Armin also wants to humiliate you and remind you where your place is. He pulls out, cock in one hand, locks of your hair in his other.

"Promise you'll be good?"

"Promise!" You look at him with glossy eyes.

"Close your eyes." The man demands and you obey, hot strings of his seed spilling onto your face, and you lick your lips to taste him. Sinful, yet divine. Right, yet wrong. "Get yourself cleaned up."

You sit on the couch, legs on Armin's lap when your father and stepmother come back home. You can't even focus on the movie, all you can think about is your stepbrother's cock stretching you out and filling you good.

"Huh, I've never seen you two getting along this well." Your father comments. "Look at them, finally behaving like proper siblings."

"Took you long enough!" Armin's mother smiles. "What did you do?"

"We talked." Armin replies with his usual joyful voice but you know better than that. You know exactly the kind of person he is behind closed doors.

"Well, at least now we're finally a happy family." His mother pats you on the shoulder.

"Yeah," you grin, "one biiiiig, happy family."

[proserpina-magnus]

Hi hope your day is going well and you’re staying hydrated 💖 I wanted to ask if you could write a bittersweet angst Regulus x reader where they were very close and both got the death mark but the reader was secretly working for the order and Regulus still believes in Voldemort’s ideas so he snitches on her and as the death eaters are torturing her she has flashbacks to memories she made with him and at the end he regrets it but can’t do anything- yes I want to cry my eyes out today ✨

Bestie I am so sorry this took so long!! I had to motivate myself to write this because Regulus angst hurts me to the core.  I really hope you enjoy this! xoxo

Tacanda [ Regulus Black ]

little information before reading: The italics are passed memories.

Tacada: Things better left unsaid; Matters to be passed over in silence.

Word Count: 1336

[ Warning: female reader, (light)ANSGT, sorta cannan Reggie, blood/bruises mentioned, betrayal, heartbreak, slight bone breaking, torture, petnames such as "darling" and "mon amour", hints directed towards child abuse revolving around the Black Family, Bellatrix makes a appearance ]

"I'm sorry darling, this wasn't how it was supposed to go," Regulus's voice wasn't kind, his words were plain, said without any emotion. his dark eyes squinted slightly, opening the door to the damp and dark cellar. A few of your fellow deatheaters slipped inside the room, their wands in hand, a dark smile over their features.

"Regulus! Regulus please," you yell in desperation, your eyes are as wide as saucers, filled with fear. He only turned his back to you, nodding at the deatheaters as he walked outside of the room. The door shut tight, locking you inside.

Your arms bound by magic to the chair rest, you wiggle and squirm to try and move. You're screaming out for him to come back, saying empty promises to try and get back on their good side.

Your pleas aren't heard and if they were, Regulus had ignored them. Resentful doubt filling in your nerves, Regulus wouldn't have left you. This wasn't happening, it was just a scare tactic for you to join their side.

"Please, I'm on your side!" You cry as they hit you with the first curse, it's a simple charm of pain. Your ears fill with their horrible laughs, their mumbles of insults slipping past your mind.

"I'm [ name ], you're Regulus Black right?" Your voice expands through the now open train compartment. You don't wait for his answer, instead, you slip onto the seat opposite of the smaller boy.

"Yeah, why do you wanna know," the boy said, a huff in his voice. His hair was combed back with gel, making him look more boyish.

Somehow, you had gotten him to talk to you and by the end of the train ride, you both had been well acquainted. You will never forget the first smile you ever saw him make, it was heart stopping.

Your body felt waves of pain, a stinging vibration hitting your skin. You saw their wand move from the corner of your eye, hearing them yell the Crucio curse. A loud scream ripped from your throat, your nails clawing at the wooden chair.

You fell back onto the floor, your stomach pressing into the chair leg as you stay strapped to it. The deatheaters chuckle insanely, each taking turns to send you awful spells.

"Reggie! We have all our classes together! Even potions!" You exclaim. It was your fourth year, you had been worried all summer that you wouldn't get to spend time with him.

"Really? That's... great," Regulus emitted, his voice was bored but his eyes were wide. He was filled with joy. Regulus flushed red when your arms wrapped around his side, pulling him closer into a warm hug.

He shrugged you off, looking around to see if his Slytherin friends had seen. You pouted, saddened. Regulus made a small frown, before leaning down and placing a sweet kiss on your cheek.

"Fuck you," you spat at them, sour blood leaking from your opened wounds. Your lip was bruised, a gashing wound on your forehead. You struggled to keep your eyes open, sneering at them.

"You fucking bitch," one of them rasped, bringing his hand into your hair as he grabbed it. He smashed your head into his knee, a hurtful crack filling to room.

With blood seeping from your nose, a dainty pain ached over every part of your body, you let out a cackling breath. Laughing in their face only made them angrier, another painful spell was casted.

You saw white flashes, eyes blurred as you choked on your blood. Metallic copper filled your mouth, you struggled to keep your teeth from biting your tongue.

Regulus planted his lips on yours, the Slytherins cheering in the distance. The Slytherins had won a quidditch match against Gryffindor, but Regulus had pulled you to the side behind the stands instead of celebrating with his mates.

Your eyes widened, his sweat and dirty hand coming to hold your jaw. It took him 5 years to finally kiss you and you weren't about to waste it. Before he could pull away, you brought him back down with a fistful of his hair.

"Regulus..." you whispered, lips warm as you feel the heat rise from the back of your neck. His eyelashes batted, he wasn't the small boy he used to be.

"I'm so in love with you, I have been since the moment you stepped into my compartment during the first year. Please, I'm begging you, love me back," Regulus whispers, his words hushed like he can't believe he's admitting it. Your eyes fill with longing, a gorgeous smile on your lips.

"Oh Reggie," you whisper back, pulling him down to a hug. He pulls you closer, holding you like it's the last time he would get to hug you.

Regulus listened outside the door, hearing snaps and loud crying whimpers from the room. His fingernails dug into his palm, eyes filled with rage. He gripped his wand, his knuckles during white.

Was the lord's acceptance more important than love? He shared wonderful moments with you, you've seen him cry and all the possible worst parts of him, how could he repay you with such cruel punishments?

"She's not the girl she was Regulus, she lied to us... she lied to you," Bellatrix whispered in a chilly voice, but Regulus paid her no mind as he stared hardly towards the ground.

Regulus almost lost it when he heard you call out for him, his eyes filling with hot tears. He was surprised he was hit from showing so much emotion towards a traitor. "Suck it in! A Black doesn't cry!" Bellatrix hisses, pulling him harshly away from the door.  Regulus let himself get pulled, he felt like a failure.

You hummed to yourself, a happy glow flowing around you. You had attended to some plants in the garden, casting charms to keep them healthy. Regulus watched with loving eyes, a small smile on his lips. There were only a few more weeks of school left, soon you and Regulus would leave Hogwarts and start your lives together.

"Mon amour, let me show you something after you're done," He called, making you turn your head to see him. With a confused smile on your lips, you asked him; "what are you going to show me?"

"It's a surprise darling, I think you'll enjoy it," Regulus persuaded, you finished charming the plants quickly. You turned completely around, seeing Regulus hold out a hand for you to take.

Your hand found his, clutching it with warmth. He brought you away from the garden, leading you back to the castle. You kept persisting he tell you what he wanted to show you, but he only smiled at you and kept walking.

In a moment, Regulus was on one knee, a small box in his hand. Your eyes peered open, taking in a deep breath as you watched him open the box.

"Please, I'm begging you, will you marry me?"  Regulus asked, you nodded your head as quickly as you could, your words getting caught in your throat.

"Of course ill marry you!" You choke out, watching on shaky limbs as Regulus pushed the silver ring against your finger. Your eyes filled with tears, Regulus soon scooping you up in his arms, twirling you around the room.

Your eyes had shut tight, they had no reason to open. You thought about your last order meeting, a promise to Sirius that you would change his brother's mind and get him on the good side. Your promise fell short, laying in a puddle of your dark blood, you let out one final cry. "Regulus please, I'm begging you,"

Your lover was long gone, you had only wished for death at this moment. Nothing could hurt worse than the heartbreak that filled your lungs, or maybe it was blood.

"Stupid bitch," was the last words you heard, before a blinding green light casts over the room. No amount of begging could bring you back, not even if Regulus said please.

[tommydarlings]

Grenade

pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

warnings: extremely sad and heartbreaking, cheating, kinda suicide but not exactly? 

w/c: 1.2k 

Requests: OPEN

Summary: Tom and y/n live happily together and they are the most gorgeous couple in Hollywood, right? 

Part 2 ? 

Music Video -> tap here

masterlist

Tom and I were currently the most famous and most loved couple in Hollywood. Our jobs were sometimes a bit exhausting, so as a singer I was often on tour and Tom was an actor in many interviews and premieres. But nothing could break us up, right?

Today was a normal day. I had to meet with my manager today and Tom was able to stay home and rest. "Bye tommy!" I shouted before I drove to my meeting. What I did not know, however, is that is going to be the worst day of my life.

After about 2 hours I was finally home and just wanted to cuddle with Tom. "Tom, I'm home!" I exclaimed from the kitchen, but there was no answer. "Tom, are you there?" I said as I walked up the stairs to our bedroom. When I stood outside, I heard a... moan? But no moaning of Tom, no, of a... Woman? Slowly and quietly I opened the door and saw my worst nightmare right in front of my eyes. Tom with another woman in our bed. Naked. fucking.

I stood rigidly, a few inches away from the door. Tears run down my cheek. Did he notice me? No. Of course not. He had too much fun with another woman who wasn't me in our bed.

Suddenly the bitch who just fucked my boyfriend noticed me and asked, "Who are you?." So she doesn't even know he's taken?!

Tom turned around and when he saw me and my tears, he jumped up but I was faster and ran down to leave this house. "y/n, wait!" he shouted but I didn´t stop.

He tried to stop me but I just ran out of the house to my car. I drove to a small hotel and stayed there for a while before I found an apartment. 

6 months later

Tom pov:

"What kind of music do you want to hear?" Harry asked from the living room. The whole Holland family is visiting Tom so he doesn't feel so alone. Everyone in his family knew what he did after you made an Instagram post about the break up. Few weeks after you published the post, Tom decided to puplish the reason. His fans were disappointed and he lost millions of followers and from his family everyone yelled at him until Tom started crying.

Even Paddy yelled at him and Nikki cried like a waterfall because she really loved you and she thought her son would that too.

"Uhhh, guys?" Harry said to his family. "Yes, Harry?" Dominic replied. "Did you know that y/n released a new song yesterday?"

Everyone froze in the house until Paddy replied, "Can we listen to it?" Everyone looked at Tom until he answered, "Yeah, okay."

 This handwriting = Everything that is mention in the song ( Lyrics )

This handwriting = Every action in the Music video

 Harry clicked on the video and it started with you sitting in a dark room on a bed and it was raining outside.

 Easy come, Easy go, thats just how you live, oh take, take, take it all

But you never give.

 You took a picture of yourself and Tom in your hand.

 Should have know, you was trouble, from the first kiss had your eyes wide open,

Why were they open?

 Suddenly the glass from the picture frame broke.

 Gave you all i had and you tossed it in the Trash, you tossed it in the Trash you did.

 In the scene you had a rope in your hand, the rope was tied to a piano and with that you walked down a road.

 To give me all your Love, is all i ever asked cause, what you don´t undetstand is I catch a Grenade for ya,

Throw my head on a blade for ya,

I jump infront of a train for ya,

You know I do anything for ya,

ohhhh,

I would go through all this pain,

Take a bullet straight through my brain,

Yes I would die for you baby,

But you won´t do the same.

 Everyone slowly began to fall to tears, including the boys.

Nikki let the tears flow like a waterfall.

 No,no,no,no

Black,Black,Black and Blue

Beat me till i´m numb,

Tell the Devil i said “Hey” when you get back to where you from.

 This line hurt especially for Tom because he knew he actually belonged in hell for that what he did to you.

 Mad Man, Bad Man,

That´s just what you are,

Yeah you smile in my face then rip the breaks out my car.

 In the scene you stood in front of men who insulted you and you had a polaroid image of you and Tom in your hand, which one of the men then threw out of your hand.

 Gave you all i had and you tossed it in the Trash,

you tossed it in the Trash yes you did.

 In the scene you picked up the picture again and went on with the piano.

 To give me all your Love,

Is all I ever asked,

Cause, what you don´t understand is I catch a Grenade for ya,

Throw my head on a blade for ya,

I jump infront of a train for ya,

You know I do anything for ya,

I would go through all this pain,  

Take a bullet straight trough my brain,

Yes I would die for you baby,

But you won´t do the same.

 In this scene you arrived in front of a house and looked up to a window where you see a woman, after that comes a man who kisses her and you go again.

 "The woman is the one I was in bed with and I am the man." Tom thought. When he looked around the room he saw everyone was crying, even he cried.

 If my Body was on fire,

Uh, you watch  me burn down in Flames,

 The next line you sang broke everyone's heart.

 You said you love me,

You’re the liar,

Cause you never, ever, ever did baby.

But darling I still catch a Grenade for ya,

Throw my head on a blade for ya,

I jump infront of a train for ya,

You know I do anything for ya,

Ohhh,

I would go trough all this pain,

Take a bullet straight trough my brain,

Yes I would die for you baby,

But you won´t do the same.

 In this scene you stood with the piano on tracks and the barriers slowly closed.

 "What is she doing?" nikki said with a devastated voice.

"She won't kill herself, will she?" Paddy said with tears in his eyes.

"Of course not, it's just a video" Tom said as he also had tears coming out of his eyes.

 No, you won´t do the same,

You wouldn´t do the same,

Uh, you never do the same,

No,no,no,no

 Suddenly a train came and seconds before he killed you, ended the video.

 Everyone was speechless. Sam got up and picked up handkerchiefs for everyone.

Harry got up and hit tom in the face before he said, "You're an idiot" and went up to the guest room.

"She would never kill herself because of me," Tom thought.

right?

a/n: Ahhh, I hope you like this one! I was on the edge of tears when i wrote this omg. On the top i linked the real music video from Bruno Mars! Watch the video maybe while your reading the story! :) I have a lot of ideas for a Part 2 ... So, Part 2? ily, liz <3 

[ramp-it-up]

Everyday

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader, Rafael Casal (as Miles Turner) x Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18 + , RPF. CURATE YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE IF YOU READ BELOW THE CUT. Cursing, drinking, allusion to smoking weed, fantasy, truth or dare, role play, SMUT, Graphic Depictions of Sex, oral sex (M/F receiving), a lil bit of bondage, established relationship, fantasy play.

A/N:  I have no idea what is for trade in prison; sex packets are a made up joke. And I’m really into 90’s rap this week. Anywho, this fic is in response to the following request:

Anonymous asked:

Rafa!!!!! Maybe a fluffy smut where he’s role playing Miles for you? 👀

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“Ok, Dare.”

You steeled yourself from the query from Daveed.

“Which fictional character, real or animated, would you like to bone?”

Everyone burst out laughing.

“Real or ANIMATED????”  

You were cracking up laughing and buzzed, feeling good surrounded by your crew of friends who were family.

“Ok, I will answer both.” 

Rafa cleared his throat and settled back on the couch beside you. 

You sat up straight and he watched the curve of your breasts underneath the Oaklandish tee you stole from him that morning.

“Rafael is getting swole! Don’t worry Rafa. She will still come home to your everyday ass.”

“Shut up, Ant. You always got something to say.” You rolled your eyes.  “Everyday with Rafa is amazing.”

You leaned over and kissed Rafa’s lips, which were in a slight frown.  He didn’t like that word, ‘everyday.’

“You good?” You whispered so only you two could hear.

He smiled at you, “No doubt. Answer the man’s question!” Rafa said a little louder, bravado on fleek.

“ANYWAYYY.”  You shook your head at him as you straightened up.  “Max could get it.”

“Max who?” Jasmine was confused.  Then she realized, then leaned over Ant and Rafa to give you a high five.

“Max Who???” Daveed was curious.

“Goofy’s son. Max.”  

Everyone erupted in laughter again. Daveed got up and took the bottle out of your hand. 

“Enough of this.” 

You battled him, jumping up and swatting around D’s head. You won your drink back and sat down.

“As far as ‘real’ fictional characters…” You took a drink. And smiled. All eyes were on you.

“Miles Turner could rearrange my guts.” 

Anthony groaned. Rafa sat up straight. You took another drink . 

“For Real. Ruffnecks kinda do it for me.”

“Gotta who? Gotta have a what?”  Jazzy started rapping. You replied.

“Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck.” 

You two started dancing, rapping and singing with your drinks in your hands.

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

I need it and I want it so I gotta get a ruffneck!

Rafael pulled you down to sit on his lap and Jasmine kept dancing, right in front of Anthony.

Anthony sucked his teeth, but was smiling at Jazzy’s ass. 

“That’s cheating. I mean. That’s just Rafa. I mean, he bones you on the regular.” 

Ant smacked Jasmine on the bottom and took a drink before she plopped down next to him and he put his arm around her.

“You know it!” Rafa and Anthony toasted. 

“But I ain’t Miles.”  

Rafa took another sip of his Abasolo on the rocks.

“And it’s just a fantasy. Right baby.”  

Rafael rubbed your back giving you a look that made you tremble. Rafa felt your warmth on his lap. He grinned into his drink.

“Trueeee!”  

You smiled, trying to keep it light and calm the fuck down. Everyone always made fun of you two smashing in people’s bathrooms.

“You aren’t Miles. I didn’t know you when you were younger....” 

You locked eyes with Rafael, and the green fire there did something to you.  

“I think Rafa is Miles’s wasted potential.”

“Wow. That’s deep,” said Ant from a cloud of smoke.

You and Rafa were locked in an eye embrace as well as a physical one.  When he arched his eyebrow, you had to look away, because you couldn’t take it.  

“Y’all need to use my bathroom?”  More laughter.

You and Rafa both flipped Daveed off. 

“Nah, Diggs.” Rafa stood up with you in his arms.  “We’ll use our own. We out.”  

Your man carried you willingly out of the door.

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About two weeks later, you came home with some groceries, you were looking forward to a night in with Rafa.

You’d both been busy and tired lately, only available for maintenance sex. 

Rafa was running around creating all of his creative shit, and you worked in the writers room of a popular series.  Life was hectic.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, hands together on top. 

He was wearing blue scrubs over a white Henley and had his face turned to the side, staring out the window. You noticed that his hair was different.

“Hey, babe. Did you get a haircut? What’s wrong?”

He turned his face toward you and that’s when you noticed two more things. Rafael’s eye was black, and there was a tattoo on his neck.

THAT California tattoo. 

You were very concerned and a little confused. Concern came first in your mind.

“What happened to your eye?”  He gave you a strange look, then he spoke.

“A mutha fucka sneaked me in the yard, that’s what happened!”  

You stood still and had to register what was happening.

Rafa was wearing a grill, and his voice was different, in a lower register  and with a long drawn out, almost southern drawl. 

But it wasn’t southern. It was all Bay.

He stood up and walked toward you, and you noticed that his scrubs had “Prisoner” written in yellow letters down the right leg. 

You suddenly realized what was going on. 

Oh, Shit.

“Baby. You’re a sight for sore eyes.  It’s been a minute.”  

You’d left Rafael in bed this morning.  But it seemed that you came home to Miles.

“Hey,” was all you could say. 

Rafael/Miles gestured for you to come over to the table.  It was then you saw that he was handcuffed. 

A strange feeling came over to you.  He stood up, and you saw that his legs were shackled.  You went close to him and looked at his eye closely.

“Rafa?”

His face was fine, up close, you could tell it was makeup.

“You been to see Galaxy today?”  

You were peering at his neck and the Bay/California tattoo there.

He screwed up his face.

“Who tha fuck is Rafa? And what the hell you talking ‘bout space for?” 

He peered into your eyes, then looked around furtively.

“Babe. Are you high?”

The drawl was a whisper now.

“These muthafuckas’ll kick you out if they think you got drugs on you.”

You smiled at him, pecked him on the lips and replied. 

“No worries. I’m not high.” You sat down at the kitchen table and ‘Miles’ sat across from you. 

“As for Rafa? He’s this guy I know.  Had a nice… conversation with him the other night.”  

You looked into his eyes to see if he would crack.  But your man was a pro.  

He huffed.  “Psshhht.  You MUST be high talking to another dude. What kinda name is Rafa anyway. Sounds like some hipster trash.”  

He peered at you again, anger radiating off of him.

Damn, he was good.

“Tell me what the fuck you mentioning some other muthafucka to my face while I’m locked up in here! Every day.” 

He pounded his bound fists on the table in front of you and made you jump.  It also made you wet as fuck.

He gestured with both hands (because they were handcuffed) to the nice kitchen that you loved to cook in, but that you were now seeing through his performance as a prison visitation room. 

But you were still shook.

“R, R, Rafael is a beautiful artist. He’s a poet. He’s gentle, and kind. And a wonderful lover.” 

Miles glared at you. You stuttered again.

“I-I imagine.”

He gave you a menacing smile and leaned back in the chair, pushing his crotch up in your direction.  Your eyes were drawn there.

“So you imagining fucking another muthafucka and decide to come visit me and tell me about it?”

You got into it.

“Well….I miss you Miles. But it gets hard. Not being able to be with you.”

He leaned forward, bearing his teeth.

“Don’t fucking tell me about it.  Here I am jacking off with leftover chicken grease from the kitchen at night.  Got my dick smelling like a Popeye’s chicken sandwich in this bitch.”

“Ew,” you said, disgusted, then you started giggling at the joke.

Miles pouted and sat back.

“ ‘S not fucking funny!”  He looked out the window again. 

“I shouldn’t even tell you about the surprise.”

You straightened up.  “What is it babe?”

You put your hand on his and he caressed yours with his thumb.  He looked at you, excited and mischievous now.

“I got us a conjugal visit.”

Your mouth dropped open, fully into it now.

“But I thought that was just for married couples, Miles…”

“I know, I know.” He leaned forward and looked around again.  “But I got me a side hustle.”

He shifted his eyes as he scanned the empty room.

“I make sex packets outta the leftover chicken grease from my job in the kitchen. Make a KILLING in oatmeal cream pies, ramen noodles, cigarettes and other tradeable currency.  I made enough to buy us a conjugal visit, girl.”

He leaned back, very satisfied with himself, his hands now on his lap, rubbing his crotch.  

Your eyes were drawn there again and you found yourself irrationally wondering how big his dick was. He had you caught up in this fantasy.

“Let’s go to the trailer and I’ll make you forget all about this Raja guy.” Miles winked at you.

“It’s…”  You saw the look on his face.  “Nevermind. Let’s go.” 

He stood up again, and shuffled his way to the bathroom, you at a safe distance behind him. 

He entered the bedroom and shuffled to the bed, sitting down on the edge. He gestured you to him and you went and stood before him.

He put his nose in your crotch.

“MMMmmmmm. I missed your smell Baby. It’s been too long. He lifted his hands and put them on the insides of your thighs. He pulled back and looked at you, green eyes staring into brown.

“The guards left the key over there. That is, if you wanna get me out of these.” He nodded toward the 

He trailed his hands up to your pelvis, managing to hook one set of fingers into your waistband and still have another at your apex.

He ran his fingers over your jeans right where it counts. This kind of petting felt good and made you want more. 

You let him play for a little while, but then pushed him back to sit and watch you. 

You peeled down your jeans to reveal a white satin thong. Rafael loved white against your coffee brown skin, but tonight, Miles would benefit. You stood there in your button-down shirt, that was really Rafael’s. 

Miles’s hands went to his crotch again as he eagerly watched.

“You seem to be doing pretty well all hemmed up, but let me see.”

You went to the dresser to retrieve the key, and you did, then turned around and put it in your mouth while you slowly unbuttoned the shirt.

Miles leaned back on the bed and opened his legs as far as the shackles would let them go, licking his lips as you disrobed.

You were wearing a white lace bra, your dark nipples and areola straining through the delicate material.  You were very excited at the entire scenario. 

The fact that Rafa was doing this for you because he remembered what you said on a drunken night weeks ago was the shit.

You dropped to the ground and crawled over to Miles’s feet jutting your ass up in the air as you unlocked the shackles.

You massaged his ankles and trailed your hands up his legs to his crotch, where you rubbed the hardness there.

“It’s been so long that you’ve been locked up, Miles.”

You raised up on your knees, loving the feeling of his eyes sweeping over you.

“I’m gonna give you the world’s best blowjob.”

Miles smiled at you.

“Aw, baby. That’s so cute.”

“I’ll show you cute.”

You were about to give your own performance.

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Five minutes later, you were gargling his cock, relaxing your throat and taking him as deep as you could, nose nestled at his base, and gently pulling and kneading his balls.

Someone moaned, and you didn’t know if it was Rafa or Miles.  He bucked his hips up into your mouth while resting his cuffed hands in your hair.

“As much as I would love to … fuck baby… cum down your throat.. I need that… damn where’d you learn to do that?!... I need that pussy.  Unlock the cuffs, baby.”

His cuffed hands were in your hair, alternating between massaging your scalp and pulling your hair the way you loved it. 

The way Rafael invented. 

You smiled around his cock with the knowledge that what you were doing was making him slip out of character.

You pulled your head upward, mouth open, allowing the saliva to trickle out with his dick. 

He looked at you like he couldn’t believe how nasty you were being. He was mesmerized. You looked a mess, eye makeup running, lipstick smudged, spit all over your face. 

Your dream man loved it.

“Am I ‘cute’ now?”

“Fuck no. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

You smiled and quickly reached behind you and unclasped your bra, taking your breasts in your hands and pushed them up around his dick.

“See, if you unlock these cuffs, I’ll handle things the way they need to be handled.”

You just smiled up at him while you manipulated your breasts around him, knowing that he could not control his hips fucking into your cleavage.

“I got it under control.” You stuck your tongue out to tease his tip as it neared your face, lubricating it with your saliva.

“Fuck, baby.  I wanna fuck you so bad. It’s been so long…”

This entire scene was just about the hottest thing ever. You were breathless, dripping, and quivering with anticipation. But you didn’t want it to end so soon.

“How long ‘xactly?”

“Shit, 5 months of being here and jacking off to memories of you everyday.  I need to see that ass and fuck that pussy, babyyyy. Please.”

Those eyes.

Those words. 

The acting. 

Miles. 

You had to relent.

You reached for the key where you dropped it on the floor and unlocked the cuffs.

“Fucking finally!”  Miles rubbed his wrists as he stood up, stripped his shirts off and his pants the rest of the way.

“On the bed, let me see that ass up.” 

He smacked it about three times each and then rubbed it as you did as you were told. 

Miles trailed his hand from your ass up your spine to your shoulder and then pushed your head down further into the bed.

“That’s a girl.” Your back had that perfect arch.

He got behind you and swiped his hardness up and down your slit, teasing you with the head of his dick.

He grabbed your hand and brought behind your back, and very swiftly the other, and before you knew it, your hands were cuffed behind you, head in the bed and Miles was entering you swiftly.

“Fuuuuck! How does it feel?”

You couldn’t speak. The thrill of Miles’ dick inside you and being cuffed had you ready to cum already.

His stroke game was on point, as if he was fucking you to a brand new rhythm- Allegro. 

Strangely, it was different than Rafa had ever been.

That was blowing your mind.

Miles tugged on the metal restraints and the slight pain in your shoulders and wrists, combined with the thrill of this roleplay, made you release, all over him and the bed.

“Shit girl, you really are glad to see me.” That drawl got you ready to peak again.

“Oh fuck yeah, Miles, oh shit, oh shit.” Your pussy was clamping down on him at the thought of Miles Turner having his way with you.

“Shit, I’m cumming with you, hold up.”  

Rafa tried to slow down, but you did that thing with your pussy and he couldn’t help it.  His hips drove his dick inside you until it pulsed and started to flow, and then he pulled out.

“Turn over baby.”

You leisurely moved to turn over, and he motioned you down to the end of the bed, moving the pillow where he wanted your head.

“I need in between those legs, baby.  I need to see you, I need to surround me with you.”

You positioned yourself at the end of the bed, your braids hanging over the edge.

Miles gave you a forehead kiss as he got between your thighs, and pumped himself a couple of times as he aligned with you.  

He leaned down and pulled at your nipple with his mouth, moaning when you moaned, moving his eyes appreciatively down your body and keeping his eyes where you were about to join.

The look on his face when he entered you was very hot, and you found your pussy squeezing his cock in appreciation. It seemed magically somehow bigger, and all of your senses were alive as he started moving.

“That’s my beautiful baby. You’re so fucking tight. Don’t push me out, let me have the glorious pussy. Damn girl, this pussy, those thighs, your curves, these tits. What did a man like me do to deserve you. You’re such a fucking sweet princess for me…”

You were astounded. Missionary was far from your favorite position because you seldom came that way, but the way Miles was whispering praise in your ear and the total fantasy was getting you there. 

Quickly.

He watched your face and adjusted his pace in response to your cries, and that knowledge made you start to come. When your eyes rolled back in your head, that’s when he knew.

He pulled your hair back and sucked the shit out of your neck as you came, and he released inside you.  You wrapped your legs around him and held him as he shivered with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Your lover rolled off of you and you snuggled into his arm. He lay there and held you as you tried to process.

“That was… wow.” You weren’t sure who to address, Rafa or Miles. Irrationally you felt you were in love with both.

He just chuckled at you, and gave you another forehead kiss.

“I’m going to enjoy a shower.  Goodbye for a while, baby.”

You grinned. “Bye Miles.”

He pecked you on the lips and you watched him go into the bathroom.

You rolled over on your back and tried to organize your thoughts. How would you write this?

Thoughts of writing this scene chased you into sleep.

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You woke up to Rafael, grill and tattoos gone, freshly out of the shower and in a towel, gently trying to pull you from sleep.

“C’mon.”  

You let him get you up and into the bathroom to a hot bath.  You let him tenderly clean you up and then get you out of the tub and dry you off. You were more tired than you thought.

“You hungry?” You walked into the kitchen in a towel behind him.

Rafa had put the groceries up and was holding up takeout menus. He was truly magical. You smiled, nodded and told him what you wanted.

45 minutes later, you were in his softest Oaklandish tee and you were curled up on the couch in the living room together, food containers spead out on the coffee table.

You felt totally in sync with this amazing man.

“I loved tonight.”

He smiled softly back at you.

“Had to give you your fantasy since you help me live mine. Every day.” 

He leaned over and kissed you.  He looked you intensely in the eyes. Those green pools had you trapped.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Rafael.”

Your fantasy had been Miles, but your reality was Rafael. 

And that was fantastic. 

Everyday.

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Head of the Table

A/N: So here’s a fun little fic focused on sucking Raymond Smith’s rich-ass dick! 😋 This is based on the below requests – in which you and Ray have been keeping your relationship a secret, since you’re the little sister of Ray’s boss... Somehow this whole setup results in you at a nice restaurant, hidden under the tablecloth, sucking him off.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dom!Raymond, you sucking his cock under the table at a restaurant Requests: anon request + part of a prior request from @my-name-is-alice-ayers (reader being Mickey’s sister)

Word Count: ~1k

“Just face it, Ray. You’re basically his bitch.”

Ray can see you’re in one of your rare moods today, so he takes it in stride with a quirk of his brows and a smirk on his lips. The insult doesn’t cause him so much as a twitch. It’s insulting to you just how few fucks he gives. Offensive, to be honest, the way Mr. Smith carries on enjoying his hors d’oeuvre of expensive olives.

Well, he sure as hell isn’t the only one who can offend. You continue berating your bearded, bespectacled boyfriend. “Second in command shouldn’t mean you have to act like you’re less of a man. Take some shit in your own hands.”

He smirks again. That smirk of absolute sex, working those fancy specs, and that damn mustard cardigan. “Y/N, it’s called loyalty.”

“No, it’s called treating your boss like he’s royalty,” you retort, taking a sip of the wine that your waiter just poured. “Ray, I’m one of the few who can honestly say that I know Mickey Pearson far better than you. You would earn more respect from him if you’d just stop behaving like a bug under his fucking shoe.”

It’s a point Ray refuses to take. “Just for argument’s sake, let’s pretend what you’re saying is true. What would you have me do?”

Where to even begin...? “Well, stand up to the man, as often as you can. Speak your mind. Convince him that you have every right to be shagging his sister; it’s not your fault you can’t resist her. My body is mine, not my brother’s. Just ‘cause I’m a Pearson that doesn’t mean we can’t be lovers. It’s not out of line.”

“I see now—that’s what this is about...” he realizes aloud. “You’re just tired of sneaking around, fear of us getting found. Want your man to parade you through town, loud and proud.”

“Don’t dare patronize me,” you reply, indignant and icy. “Raymond, I’m asking you nicely.”

Your guy blinks his bedazzling blue eyes. “Nice? That’s rich. Love, you called me his bitch.”

“Would you rather I call you a shit-eating cunt?” you shamelessly respond. “I’d be happy to get mean if that’s what you want.”

“Thought that's my job. You've always preferred me on top,” he reminds you, and it’s all too true. “Being dominant... dishing out punishment...”

Once he goes down this road he has already won. You won’t let him keep turning you on with his taunts. “Raymond! We mustn’t speak of such fuckery in a respectable restaurant.”

You really mustn’t, to be sure. And yet you have no clue just how much fuckery is in store. Before this night is done, you’ll be down on the floor, serving Ray as his cocksucking whore.

***************

You and your secret boyfriend aren’t here for a romantic dinner at this fine establishment—rather, a small family gathering, one that your drug lord big brother had planned, with the Pearsons and some of their most trusted friends. It’s a weekly event. And it goes without saying that King Mickey always invites his kid sister Y/N and his right-hand man Raymond.

The two of you always arrive early, say half an hour before—separately, of course, so as not to stir any suspicion. Spend some time all alone together in the lounge before your table is even ready for Mr. Pearson’s reservation. These brief chats over bar snacks and pre-dinner drinks are the closest thing you’ll get to dating; otherwise you and Ray can’t be spotted together alone in any public setting. The stress and the secrecy of it have gotten infuriating.

By the time your table is all set, no one else in your party has gotten here yet. As usual, Big Brother Pearson is far too important to bother with trying to be punctual. Ugh, fuck it all.

Before you leave the lounge for the dining room as the bright-eyed hostess beckons, Ray sheds off his mustard sweater and asks her to please check it. Reckons he looks better-suited for dinner without it, in his chocolate corduroy jacket.

The man likes his layers. Sometimes just to get him undressed for a proper fuck you have to fumble through five shirts and ten vests and twenty-one blazers.

Meanwhile you can tell that the hostess is struggling to fight back the impulse to bury her face in Ray’s fucking magnificent cardigan, and you can’t blame her. That thing is the Sweater of Snuggles™️, and smells just as good as he smells—you’ve been guilty of cuddling with it time and time again, whenever Ray is absent, out on a job somewhere. As your thoughts drift in that direction at random, you realize that you love him so much it’s really not fair...

But you also hate him, and you’ve made it your mission today to enrage him. To piss him off so hard that maybe the alpha male animal in him—the one that he mainly reserves for the bedroom—will come out and go fucking crazy. Announce to the world without shame that you two are dating, that Little Miss Pearson is his little lady.

You know you’re insane to imagine that such a thing would ever happen. But that doesn’t stop you from trying your hand. Trying to make a real fucking man of your man.

“You should sit at the head of the table, my love,” you propose as the hostess leads you to your seats—then quickly scurries off, as she senses the tension between you two building and burning with furious heat. “Have you ever in all your damn life?”

Every feature on Ray’s face implodes in a shook-as-fuck blink. Clearly you just pushed him to the brink. Looks as if he just swallowed a whole set of steak knives.

You have no way of knowing, in light of how spitefully business between you is going... but that was the moment he knew that he would someday make you his wife.

Not today, though. Good Lord no. Today you’ll be filling quite a different purpose. Performing a very particular service...

As it happens, your plan to push his buttons worked and was so fucking worth it. The rest of this night is going to be so fucking perfect.

***************

... Continued in Part 2!

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