#guys i’ll never be over this day till the day i die. EVER!!!

[whitehartlane]

happy HERE’S DELE ALLI … HERE’S LUCAS MOURA … OH THEY’VE DONE IT!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!! LUCAS MOURA WITH THE LAST KICK OF THE GAME!!! THE AJAX PLAYERS COLLAPSED TO THE GROUND!!! TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR ARE HEADING TO THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL WITH A GOAL THAT WE JUST COULDN’T BELIEVE!!! day to everyone who celebrates 🤍

[atyourmerci]

♡ Hook, line, and sinker (2) (sub!abby // follower req)

Basketball!abby X nerdy reader

Read pt.1 here

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Summary: Abby gets eager to get another study seshion in within days of seeing her last

Warnings: smut, MDNI, sub!abby, top!reader, abby is a whiny sub, orgasming from being untouched, lots of tongue???, my digital footprint is assfucked, no use of y/n, no physical description of reader

A/N: sorry I left yall on a cliffhanger but pt.3(finale) will undoubtedly be my favorite, I’ve had it planned from the beginning so hehe. I’m so glad you guys are enjoying it as much as I am. Love you like always, enjoy muah!

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She couldn’t even fucking look at you. Not a single glance. It’s as if her every pathetic whimper and plea would broadcast to the general public if she so much as looked your way.

It was pathetic, and a little comical to say the least. The power you held over her was obvious, and she knew it. It made her sick, the way she gave up so easily, broke down every wall, gave into you. But for fuck’s sake was it riveting, she couldn’t stop thinking of the intensity…how powerful yet slow you made it. How you worked your way into completing dissecting her.

She had never let any sexual manner have the chance of passion, intimacy. Sex was a goal to her. The intricacies getting to that destination were trivial to her. You fucked it all up, she started dwelling on it, growing obsessed of every detail you slowed masterfully.

She needed more.

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After a week of unmet glances and radio static you came to the conclusion that you completely wrecked the ox of a woman. All it took was a few words and your tongue to rip her out of her upheld perception of herself.

You tried fucking with her the second time you had class with her. Once, sure, maybe she was busy or concentrated for once, but twice? She was purposefully hiding, like a scared bunny from a predator.

You bumped into her walking out of class. If you could even call it a bump- more like you threw your body at her knowing that she couldn’t ignore it. At the touch of you she almost seized up, staring down at the floor in front of her, continuing her path. You threw her a teasing, “oh…sorry!” To which she returned with awkward mumbling, something along the lines of, “ah- uh-,” and continued almost in a run away from you.

You laughed it off. A few words and your tongue…fucking comical.

If avoiding her reality is the way that worked for her, so be it. There was no need to try to process her internal emotions- she couldn’t even do it. So, you let it die, you knew the type of person she was. You knew her dirty little secret.

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Another mind numbing night of studying till your eyes popped out of their sockets was in store for you. Staring at white pages filled with words and highlighting’s, fuck they could be in another language for all you knew at this hour.

It was getting late and you were about ready to throw the towel in, making it tomorrow mornings issue. You hear a buzz from your phone, rubbing your eyes you wonder who has the audacity to try speaking with you at this hour. “Abby Anderson,” illuminates on your face. At first you think you may be dreaming, your eyes weren’t working well at this point anymore.

A.A: Can we meet up this week, need help w the test

Now you need me?

A.A: huh

Nothing. Test isn’t for another 3 weeks… why do you want to start now?

A.A: need to get ahead

Mmm okay. Tomorrow at the library?

A.A: too loud

Okay coffee shop

A.A: I don’t like coffee

I didn’t ask

A.A: I’ll be over at your place tomorrow- 8

Little late for studying

A.A: do you ever shut up

If you promise you’ll be nice

A.A: I didn’t say that

I’m sure you’ll be a good girl

A.A: let me come over

See you at 8 tomorrow.

Only Abby Anderson would attempt to booty call you through a ruse of studying. She usually came knocking down your door the night before the test begging you for your help. Three weeks before was, well… pathetic.

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When she showed up at your dorm door, 8pm on the nose, she was more nervous than you had ever seen her. She blessed you with one weary glance as you whipped the door open, but continued her gaze down afterwards.

When she sat on the bed, for the first time she sat completely straight up, uncomfortably straight, folding her legs across and twiddling her fingers between her legs. A nervous habit you’d picked up from her on your last endeavor.

She never usually paid attention to your lecturing but fuck was it like she wasn’t even in the room this time. Throwing out quick “yeah’s” and “yup’s” on a routine after you’d say a thought.

You knew exactly what she came here for…but god was it fun to watch her squirm. You could’ve thrown her…okay maybe not thrown…but at least pushed her down on your bed so she didn’t have to do any work, give her the easy way out. But that would not have been amusing.

You’re in the middle of explaining a chemistry equation and- “can you just- do it,” she blurts out, stopping you completely in your tracks. You watch her intently, waiting for an elaboration you won’t get. Her eyes trained on her lap, waiting for you to pick up her scattered pieces and place them together.

“Do what abby?” You say faking curiosity. “You know,” she says in return. “I don’t think I do,” you taunt her. “Please-“ she says meekly. You begin to crawl silently towards her, moving her hands up from her lap so you can straddle her and move her hands back to tops of your thighs.

The sudden sensation causes her breath to hitch, her eyes watching her unwarranted hand placement on your thighs. You lightly grip her jawline so that she meets your eyes, just watching as her mouth opens in a pant.

“You make me nervous,” she says, if she could, she’d break your eye contact, but you wouldn’t let that happen.

“New game.”

She looks back at you puzzled, almost frightened. You grip your hand around her chin tighter, “you’re going to lay down, just like the last time, and I’m going lick every inch of you, and you’re going to tell me right where it’s sensitive, you understand?”

You watch as she gulps down a nervous breath, shaking her head rapidly, eyes dazed. “Good girl, now go lay down.” Her hands move to your hips, grasping down on the flesh desperately, “I can’t handle when you call me that-“

“No touching- or I stop.” She pulls her hands down quickly, moving her way to the back of your bed. “Y- okay. I-I promise.”

She looked like I child waiting to open presents on Christmas, eyes bright and wide, waiting for your command. This time you didn’t have to ask, she immediately ripped her shirt and sweats off, leaving her only in her sports bra and boxers adorned with a patch of slick forming in the center. You climb closer to her, kneeling between her thighs.

Just to toy with her further you slowly begin unbuttoning your blouse, her mouth starting to gape. Once it had been completely removed you started working on your shorts, slowly shimmying them down your thighs with your eyes trained onto her. She bit onto her lip watching as you were left only in your own bra and panties.

You climb back onto her, bare skin on bare skin. You wanted to tear into her, but taking your time to cut deep would be so much more rewarding. “You understand the rules?” You as watching her teeth cut into her lip, “mhm,” she replies through her closed mouth.

You lean into her, catching her shoulder with your tongue as she jolts into you. You feel her arms come up beside you but fall quickly. You trace it up to her collarbone, letting your teeth graze the thin skin there, following to where they met in the middle. You trail it up the middle of her throat, feeling the vibration of her breath.

“C-close,” she breaths out. You redirect to the side of her neck, right on the pulse. You already knew it was sensitive there but…it was fun.

“Fuck there,” she breathes out. You take your time licking down the throb, nipping at it, teasing the threat, eliciting as many little whimpers you can get out of her. Once you’ve had your fun you move up, catching the lobe of her ear with your teeth, “holy fuck- yeah there,” she groans out.

You bring your mouth into her ear, whispering gently into it as your hand snakes against the opposite side of her neck, “what? No ones ever touched you here?”

She groans back at you, “n-no. Never.” You return back to the shell of her ear, nipping at the surrounding flesh.

You begin your decent, your clothed cunt reaching hers, “take this off for me pretty,” you say outlining her bra with your fingertips. She feverishly nods tossing it off of her. You lean into her chest, taking no time to meet your tongue to her rose pink bud. Her body jolts up at the sensation, her chest growing a deep shade of pink.

“There. Right there!” You begin circling it, saturating it with your spit, “I know baby,” you say glancing back into her eyes, lidded trying to keep them open so she can watch you, but it was getting so so hard.

Your teeth latch onto it, encasing the bud gently. Flushed red as the blood raced to them, teeth purpling dots into the soft flesh. The whimpers falling off her pathetic throat.

“You k-know you c-ant talk to me like that,” you watch as her hands grip into the sheets, knuckles whitening. “You can come baby, I won’t be mad.” Your fingers come up to twist her untouched nipple as you lap your tongue at the swollen one in your mouth.

The pool of your own arousal soaking into hers, even covered you can feel the pulsing of her, repeated by your own.

“I- I can’t.” She pants out as her hips buck up into your clothed core. “Yes you can, you’re being such a good girl, show me how good you feel.”

“Please- no n-not like this.” Her head drops into your pillow…she’s so fucking close. The red on her chest now trailing up her neck.

“Come for me pretty girl, just like that, rub that pretty pussy into me.” She begins shaking, trying to stop herself, but it was too late.

“Fffffffuckkkkkkkk,” she begins reeling, whimpering through her reluctant orgasm. Her hips grind into yours as her chest splattered with beads of sweat rapidly rises and falls. “Good girl, keep going.” She rides it out as long as she can, chasing her own pathetic untouched high.

Once she settles she glances up at you dazed, as if she wasn’t sure what had just happened. You stare back smugly, sure of your power.

“That was- embarrassing.” She ashamedly shakes her head, letting the tight grip of the sheets go. “Quite hot on the contrary,” you dismiss. “God if anyone ever-“ she begins to protest.

“Let me show you how it makes me feel,” you cut her off, dismantling yourself from her so that your legs frame around hers, wide open.

Your own pool of slick dripping out the sides of your thin panties. She gawks at the site, unable to remove her gaze from the sense of familiarity. The feeling of intensity so tight you cant stop yourself from the natural reaction.

“Can I-“ she begins to reach out to you but you cut her short, “no.” You dismiss her with no room for discussion.

This wasn’t about your secret. It was about hers.

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[tiyanasfantasy]

Marry Her Anway ❦.

wussup yall !

i just wanna say i haven’t wrote anything in over a year, mostly due to no motivation, but I’m back! i lost my other account so I’m starting fresh! ion want you to have no high expectations, lemme get used to it again ok? sorry if this is bad 😩..!

buttt i was just listening to this song called “Rude” and i wanted to write a lil story based off of it soo here i goo.

Warnings: Language, not proofread (i think that’s all)

Ony x BlackFem!Reader

Enjoy ❦.

you and ony have been dating for 3 years now. the two of you met during your freshmen year of high school but started dating during yalls senior year, and have been together ever since.

ony had met your family a few times before, they think ony’s a nice guy, i mean he has money, and makes sure you’re always safe and taken care of, and cares about your health, feelings and wellbeing. anyone who’s ever been around the two of you always says you compliment each other very well, your mother and the rest of your family loves ony.

well, everyone except your dad.

your dad HATES ony. why? he says he has a bad feeling about him, that he had bad intentions and he doesn’t want that “Weed selling thug” around his daughter. when you first brought ony home your father said “You’re not gonna last, i’ll give it a week before you’re crying and telling us he’s either in prison or cheated on you with some chick” long story short he’s a D1 hater

but to his surprise, 3 years later you and ony are still together, now 22 and 23 years old and still deeply in love with each other.

ony was very aware of your fathers dislike of him, that didn’t stop him from driving to his house on a saturday morning in the finest clothes he could find, and knocking loud and proud on his door. KNOCK KNOCk KNOCK

when your father looked out the peep hole and seen it was on the let out a groan and opened the door. “what?” he said with and irritation in his voice .

“g’morning sir” ony said with a big grin on his face. “i would ask to come in but-“ before he could finish he was cut off by your fathers voice “no, what do you want ? i don’t have time for this, i have things to do, where’s my daughter ?”

ony cleared his throat. “yns at her hair appointment, i wanted to ask you something tho, this is very important and i know you love your daughter a lot, so your opinion on this matters a lot.”

your dad raised his eyebrow at ony, motioning that he was listening.

“uh ion really know how to ask this but i know that your an old fashion man so uh..” ony pulls a ring from behind his back and holds it up to show your dad “can i… can i marry your daughter?”

as he was asking this question, your mother was walking by and was shocked by what she just heard and quickly ran over to the door and seen ony holding up a beautiful diamond ring

“Yes! Yes you can!” your mother said admiring the pretty ring infront of her husbands face.

meanwhile your dad stood there with a look of shock and disgust on his face. “he was asking me. and no, no you can’t. you’ll never get my blessing till the day i die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!”

your mom looked at your dad with a shocked look on her face “why you gotta be so rude??”

connie got tired of waiting in the car and came out to see what was taking ony so long “what’d he say?”

ony looked at connie and shook his head “man,he said no.”

connie looked over at your dad “that’s crazy man, whatchu say no for? you know how bad that must’ve hurt my man ego?”

ony looked over at your dad too “right, don’t you know i’m human and got feelings too?”

your dad rolled his eyes “i’ve been saying this for years, you’re no good for my daughter, i’m not gonna let you marry her then cheat and force her to go through more pain and a divorce”

connie mean mugged your dad “no disrespect pops, but ony been in your daughter since we was freshies, this guy got nothing but good intentions, i swear to you”

your mom nodding her head in agreement, seeing this made your dad scoff and shake his head “like i said you don’t have my blessing, if i don’t want you even dating my daughter what makes you think i’d allow you to marry her, the answer is no?”

your mother was standing there with her arms crossed shaking her head “you think i’d tell him he could if i tht out he had bad intentions?” your dad still feelings to remorse said “i don’t care, my answers no.”

“that’s fucked man, for real.” connie said.

ony just let out a dry laugh “Don’t worry bout it yall, im gonna marry her anyway” he said shrugging.

Connie laughed “that’s what i’m talking about” while your mother said “yeah, marry that girl!”

your father looked stunned as he repeated her words “marry that girl ??”

ony nodded his head saying “yeah, no matter what you say” he stopped and looked down at the ring one more time before closing the box and looking back at your after and saying “I’m gonna marry that girl, and we’ll be a family.”

ouuu girl yo daddy was soo mad, and his own wife was going against his word?? that bald headed ahh man was pissed baby, nobody cared tho, he walked back into the house mumbling under his funky ahh breath.

but that’s alll i’m writing tdy if u read this thank youuu and i hope you liked it (ts was mad corny no cap 😂😂) oh well ty for reading i love youuu!! kisses 💋💋 ! ❦.

[zombholic]

| 𝐃𝐑. 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐓. 𝟒 |

abby’s pov

walking into the seattle hospital, abby greeted everyone, hands in her white coats pockets as she entered her personal office.

Dr. Abigail Anderson

was written on the black door name slip, unlocking her door she slid her coat off, placing it behind her rolling chair before taking a seat herself, she starting on all the paperwork for surgeries she had to confirm for. a soft knock from her door only a few minutes after she walked in.

“come in” her eyes never adverting from her paper and signatures “hey abs, i got you coffee” owen chimed in, placing her favorite black coffee on the table near the doctor. “oh hey owen, thank you, how you been?” she finally focused her attention on her ex fiancé who unfortunately is neurosurgeon at the same facility.

“i’ve been the same, just curious, manny is having an engagement party next week on sunday, he finally proposed to ms. scientist” owen let out a chuckle, desperately trying to get his ex back. “yeah of course i’ll come, haven’t seen that pendejo in months” she crossed her arms, mans spreading in her chair.

“would you be wanting to come with me? yanno, for old times sake” he left out a breathy chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck “well, i was thinking if manny will let me, bring my close friend along instead” she only used close friend not wanting to assume your guys situation at the moment. seeing as owen clearly tensed up in his chair, he sat up straight.

“oh who’s the friend?” he could only curiously ask, not knowing what abby has been doing ever since she broke things off with him “her name is y/n, she’s pretty young but i think everyone would love her, she has the best humor i’ve ever seen” the muscular woman clearly swooning over the girl, even just saying her name gave her butterflies in her stomach.

“oh a girl” owen relaxed a bit, not seeing the very indicating signs that his ex was now fascinated with someone else, a woman. “i don’t think manny would mind at all, she’s probably harmless” he would’ve continued on the conversation until his pager started to go off “that’s my sign to see myself out, see you sunday abs” his gaze lingered a little longer before he left her office.

abby pulled out her phone, her big arms leaning on her desk as she carelessly scrolled through all your social media pages. abby being older didn’t understand that tiktok showed who was able to view your page, the doctor repeatedly watching all your videos, biting down on her bottom lip.

one thing about the cardiologist is that she loved to take things slow, first kiss on the third date, confirm the mutual feelings for each other, she will take her time to make sure its the perfect day to ask you to be hers.

abby hates having intimate moments over the phone, it’s classless unlike her who will take you out on the most magical date, wait till the moonlight is shining on your face, ocean waves flowing so heavily she has to give you her coat to ask you to be her girlfriend.

then theres you … who is literally the most impatient, impulsive girl anyone knows, how else did you get majority of your tattoos anyways? and how else did you end up with three cats that you had to sneak into your apartment to avoid the repulsive pet fee. you’ve gotten into god knows how many fights and arguments with random people because they looked at your loved ones the wrong way.

polar opposites

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abby dialed your number into her phone, waiting as it rang for the first, second and third time before you picked up with “doctor? is there an emergency” you sarcastically gasped causing abby to snort “yes there is actually, i need you to be my date for my friends engagement party” she had a toothy smile over the phone, your voice already having her in a foolish daze.

“and how could i ever say no to that? it’s a date lady hulk” god that made her die of laughter “lady hulk? you’re so creative with your words baby” you swore up and down if she continued calling you these pet names you would get down on your knees and suck her str-“will you pick me up?” you spoke up “of course, i’m a lady, i’ll see you sunday and i’ll text you the time when i find out ok?” her little black box going off in the pocket of her fitted scrubs “sounds good to me doc” “bye sweetheart.”

she smiled oh so sweetly before hanging up the call, she could swear that she could listen to you talk nonstop and never get bored. getting up and wrapping the coat around her she dashed into the patients room “he’s having a stroke, close the curtains.”

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sunday came creeping by sooner or later, abby who was getting dressed in a fitted long sleeve beige sweater that showed off her arms so well, black slacks with a belt wrapped around and her boots, her har as always in her signature braided ponytail.

she wrapped a cartier watch around her wrist, god she looked so expensive. abby grabbed her engagement present for her friends and headed out her house to swoop you up finally.

parked outside of your apartment she took her phone out to text her pinned contact, y/n 💕. (shes a old give her a break)

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Hey, I’m outside.

coming! putting on my shoes loser

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she watched as you exited the apartment complex, she couldn’t keep her damn eyes off of you, admiring every aspect of your outfit to the way your black skirt fitted your waist, your grey sweater that fell off your shoulder to the stunning way you layered your silver jewelry.

silver, got it.

she thought to herself, doing her usual thing and opening the door for you, the smell of your florally perfume hitting her like a drug that she can’t get enough of. “you look so so beautiful y/nn” she softly licked her lips, basically drooling over you.

you couldn’t even lie, you were doing the exact same thing, your jaw wanting to drop to the floor with how she had her sleeves rolled up halfway on her arms, god her arms. “you literally look tasty” you giggled causing her to grin.

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y/n’s pov

it had been almost ten minutes since you and abby arrived at manny’s, abby having a glass of very expensive liquor in her hand while having you cling onto her other arm like you were showing her off, she loved the way you were wrapped around her.

“so y/n are you in school? majoring in anything?” owen brought up, he was burning holes into your face ever since you walked in holding abby like she was yours. “um no, i’m not in school, i just decided it wasn’t for me i think i rather just explore different things before i settle into one thing for the rest of my life” nora and mel were literally in awe of you, they loved that you were so open and honest.

“oh so what is it that you’re interested in doing?” mel smiled, genuinely wondering unlike owen who wanted to tear you limb from limb. “i think if i do want to school for something it would be veterinarian school, i adore animals.”

abby couldn’t keep her eyes off you, gently rubbing her fingers on your arm with a loving smile across her freckled face. “so do you work?” owen butted in once more “yeah i work at a small coffee shop” you gave him a tight lipped smile causing him to snicker “abby you found her at a coffee shop?” he remarked, he fucking hated that he would rather be with someone of working class than him.

abby was quick to defend you but you were quicker “listen white guy, not all of us our privileged enough to even afford to go to school, i will beat your ass if you keep talking” you jabbed your finger in his chest, everyone around chiming in to calm down the situation.

“oh please you’re the size of my fucking arm i can throw you around like a rag doll” abby pushed you behind her, grabbing the collar of owens button up, nostrils flaring as she threw him against the wall causing him to lose his breath for a minute. “keep talking owen and i will rip your god damn head off” she yelled before manny had to get in between the both of them.

“owen it’s time to go, guys the party is over just go home” he sighed defeated that owen managed to ruin a important day for him.

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abby had taken you to her place, still in complete anger from what owen did. you sat on the edge of her bed as she undressed into something more comfortable, she walked back towards you, cupping your face in her hands making you look up at her, her thumbs softly caressing your face “i am so so sorry for what he did, i would have never let him touched you ever.” you held one of her hands that was holding your face and smiled up at her. “abs, i’m not mad at you i swear, plus why was he even coming at me?” you farrowed your brows in genuine confusion.

she sighed heavily, getting down on her knees in front of you, her hand still holding yours. “he’s my ex fiancé, he was jealous of you, why do you think i left him? he always had outbursts like that and i just couldn’t.” she shook her head disappointed “ew you were almost married to a man?” you looked at her in disgusted before turning into a ball of laughter “he’s so ugly, why?” you were curious “i can’t even tell you myself hun, here, i’ll grab you some of my clothes and you can stay here for the night ok?” you felt your stomach burst out in fireworks.

staying at her house? oh my god.

AUTHORS NOTE: yall … anyways fuck owen and idk anything about working at a hospital so if my info is wrong DONT COME AT ME!!

[dumblilb]

Screw Up *ೃ༄

Kurt Cobain x reader

(He thinks he messed up a performance and you reassure him he’s perfect)

(Warnings: cursing, angst, depression, dark feelings, fluff at the end)

(Words: 701)

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I could tell the second the show had ended he wasn’t happy. You could see the glint in his eyes die out as he finished the song. As he got off the stage he didn’t reach for my hands as he usually does.

We get into the van krist sitting in the passenger seat as I sat in between Kurt and Dave. Kurt turned slightly away from us hiding his his face in his hair.

We pull up and head into the small room we are sharing during this stop on tour.

The almost indecifrabile sound of his whimpers are heard as he opens the door and shuts it behind him.

“He’s not doing well is he.” Krist sighs.

“We should check on him.” Dave says about to reach for the door handle.

“No, he needs a minute.” I say stopping him.

“But y/n…”

“Just let me handle it and I’ll pay for your weed addiction this week.” I say and they raise an eyebrow to each other.

“Okay fine we’re gonna go grab a pizza, we’ll be back.” Krist says and they walk back out. I take a deep breath and reach for the handle.

“Kurt…..? Are you okay?” I say and he looks up from his lap. His slouched posture straightening at the sound of my voice.

“Yeah, I’m doing fine.” He chokes out running a hand over his face. I sigh and sit down next to him on the bed.

“It’s okay to not be okay, you know that right?”

“Yeah I guess, it’s just…. I fucked it up and I feel bad. Like it was the last song of the night and I fucking messed up.” He says with a weak voice as he leans his head on my shoulder. The light scruff on his face itching my skin.

But it didn’t matter.

The way his soft blue eyes fluttered in an almost sleepy manner as he nestled into me made everything feel like maybe it’ll be okay.

“I didn’t even notice, if it makes you feel any better.”

“Yeah a little, I guess, I just feel like recently I can’t do anything right.” He says softly yawning.

“I’ll never understand why you feel this way about yourself. You are the most beautiful, talented and kind man I have ever met. I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” I whisper realizing the silence in the room made everything feel so loud.

I turned towards him as he lifted his head from my shoulder, resting it on my forehead. His lips quivering as his eyes well up.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He sobs. His hands ending up in his hair, till I grab them in mine, and rub them softly.

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” I reassure, letting him let it out for a little bit. He leans into my chest as I hold him tightly.

“Do you ever wish you could escape. Like just be completely happy for a day. I never know if I’m happy.”

“You know how I know when I’m happy?”

“How?”

“When I’m with you. I always know I’ll be okay when I’m with you.” I smile softly to him and I feel him lean into me more.

“I feel okay when I’m with you.” He whispers, and as it gets farther into the morning he drifts asleep. My fingers raking through his hair as he dreams in my arms.

The guys came back to the room later that night pigging out on pizza as we slept.

As the sun shines through the dingy curtains, and the once heavy feeling on my chest is gone, I open my eyes and look up to see Kurt. Sitting with bed head, holding a journal and pen. He was humming a melody I had never heard before as he scribbled words down.

“What are you writing, can I hear it?” I ask softly as the boys snore loudly on the other bed. He looks over to me with a soft smile.

“Not now, this is for another day.”

“Can I ask what it’s about?”

“You.” He grins. “You make me feel less dumb.”

[lilbluebastard]

Still wanna draw Leland I just have no motivation to draw that stupid fuck head

So I’ll just tell you headcanons I think about that stupid white man

Warning some nsfw topics, don’t like don’t read

Leland loves ice cream not just pistachio ice cream, he’s a slut for strawberry and bubble gum

(Like I’ve said before lol) Leland’s more into woman that cop gets more horny and aroused by a woman’s screams , men get him off too but I feel like Leland’s the type of monster to jizz in his pants when he hurts a woman (because he’s awful)

Leland isn’t a romantic…..I mean look at him….

What’s about him screams romance 😭 he reminds of the type of jerk that would show a bit of affection and if you act surprised he’ll never and I mean never do anything nice for you ever again lol

If you were his wife, he would still love you but not in a sweet loving way, more like a your only here for my needs nothing else, would I say coyles the type to cheat…I mean he didn’t kill his wives for a mistress no I think he was juts sick of them because one of Leland’s lines in prime he says killed all his wives because goes berry isn’t a obedient house wife she had her own rules and he hated that butttt, I like to think he’s faithful because when Franco comes along he’s upset that Francos thinks Leland’s stuff his belongs to him And by stuff I mean us, reagents gooseberry and etc

Also love to headcanon that Leland’s into curvy woman because gooseberry and the big grunt woman, he likes woman of all body shapes, he ain’t picky lol, if your his type which I think is every woman in that facility 😭 but I will say this Leland’s a thigh guy, I don’t care he his, he’ll do everything to get a hold of your thighs, he’s gross so he’ll think of even grosser thing to do to your legs

I’m sorry I’m just really bored and saying the things I’ve been wanting to say and honestly hears one for a story I’ve been writing in secret lol

If Leland was a yandere, I don’t think he’d give you a chance to run away from him, if he was a yandere he’d probably cut off your feet so your couldn’t get away from him, lock you in a cell play with you till you either died or murkoff took you away and he’d probably find a new toy to torture.

Leland’s stupid but smart stupid, he’s knows big words and all that smart shizz but he can play dumb and be a real dumbass at times and I love that about him, like I said don’t like it done read lol

Leland’s a crybaby, he cried over stupid things, like when something doesn’t go his way or f he doesn’t get what he wants, he’s a manly man strong and intimidating but he’s pathetic and sad,

I feel like he’s checked a few lockers and got pounced on by a pouncer who he ended up hurting really bad or probably killed it,

Also my favorite headcannons

His fears

In a way I feel like men scare him…..sometimes but once he realizes the power he has over them thanks to murkoff he’s a big strong boy and hurt them all he likes and enjoys

He’s scared of cows…..just a adorable headcannon , he fucked around and found out after a cow bit him so he doesn’t like them, only if there a cheeburger or steak lol

Leland hates water thanks to his battery on his back, he could die at any moment with a puddle of water or that pool in the farewell trial,

Afraid the reagents will get sick of him and end up killing him but he’ll never let that happen he knows they fear him and that makes him horny

I feel like if you was actually given freedom by murkoff….and Coyle liked you, I feel like your spot a cop car with the windows rolled up everywhere you went, feel eyes on you from afar, someone right behind you but when you look no one’s there until one night…he heard the familiar sound of creaking leather and you know that monster found you, then you’d go missing the next day and never be found again because he either kidnapped you and brought you back to murkoff or he ended you

Listen I would’ve written more but I’m honestly getting bored of this game and I do still love it, I love it so much but I’ve honestly gotten bored of countdown, don’t get me wrong the games amazing the new maps are amazing, the characters and gorgeous and perfect besides Franco

But idk maybe I’m just losing interest, but I’ll still try to post and draw Leland for you guys! So I just wanna say that i might need a break from the internet because ugh, idk maybe I’m just getting bored of everything again and get off for a whole month or something again but I’ll try to say I touch if I get asks I’ll try to answer them but idk 😭 just not feeling that excited about outlast as I was before , I mean hyperfixations come and go but I don’t wanna lose this one, I met so much cool and kind people here so yeah maybe I’ll take a break or not I’m not sure but anyways

See you love y’all (platonically)

[tworoadsandapenny]

What You Wish For: Chapter 11. The Calm Before

I still have troubles writing for Donatello. His way of thinking is just too far from my own. But practice makes perfect, right?

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“This is a bad idea.”

Leo handed Don his shell-cell to force eye contact. “It’s not that big a deal.”

“It is too, and you know it. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never had to lead the whole team into a big mission like this!”

“You’ve led plenty of missions over the years.”

“Well this one’s different.”

“It’s no more difficult than any other—“

“But you’re not going to be there!” Don turned away from his brother, solidly placing his shell between his solemn face and Leo’s wide eyes. “Anytime I’ve ‘led’ a mission, it’s been in the middle of one you already started, and you were right there the whole time, ready to take over if anything went wrong. Which it did. Almost every time.”

“Donnie…”

“Look, I appreciate your faith in me, but I’m just not ready for this. I know my strengths, and I’m not meant to be the one calling the shots. It should be—“

“Who? Who should it be if not you? Raph?”

“Well why not? He’s done it without you before. And he can be pretty intuitive, when he keeps a cool head long enough to actually think.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust him to lead, Don, it’s that…” A rough sigh blew from Leo’s nose. “He’s been… angry, lately. Distant. More so than usual. I don’t know what’s clouding his head, but I doubt forcing more responsibility on his shoulders will help.”

“And you think having me order him around is going to make anything better?”

“I think…” He paused a moment, likely trying to find the right words. “I think, for this mission, you’re the best choice. If I could be out there with you, I would, but…” Don turned enough to see his brother glare down at the bandages around his torso.  “My doctor tells me it’s too soon to be moving around. Apparently a bullet to the chest requires rest in order to heal. Go figure.”

“Great. The first time you actually listen to my advice, and it ends up biting me in the shell.” That got a small chuckle from the elder, which actually managed to relax Don’s shoulders ever-so-slightly. “I just… what if I mess it up? What if something goes wrong? What if… what if I get someone hurt?”

He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Leo, an unfaltering and trusting smile splitting his lips. “Then you’ll fix it. Like you always do.”

Don breathed in deep. He hated every bit of this, but he was running out of arguments to throw at his brother. He smiled shakily. “Are we sure there’s no one else? What about Sensei? Or Leatherhead? He’s a brilliant guy, probably great with strategy.”

“Mikey offered to take over if you refused.”

Don groaned. “Fine, fine. I’m going. But one of these days I’m going to call your bluff and actually let Mikey lead a mission.”

“I’ll get the fall-out bunker ready.”

Don snorted a laugh and turned to head off to his lab and prepare for the duty ahead of him.

“Donnie.”

“I know, I know! I’ll pack extra snacks for Mikey.” But when Leo didn’t return his humour, Don turned. “What?”

“I wanted… I wanted to say… Thank you. For… you know…”

He watched Leo glare at the bandages once more and understood, both what his brother was thanking him for and how much it was killing him to stay behind because of it. “Just don’t make me do it again, okay? It wasn’t…” He sighed once more, not wanting to think about the terror of four nights ago. But the trauma forced itself before his eyes like a macabre puppet show:

The bullet had hit Leo so close to the heart, it was a miracle he’d managed to live through it in the first place, let alone the operation. And that was as close to open-heart surgery as Don ever wanted to get. His hands hadn’t stopped shaking till just this morning.

He’d thought for sure Leo was going to die.

He’d sat by his brother’s bedside for hours before he woke up, trying to imagine how they would cope in a world without Leo.

The thought of it was too much. He’d cried. Held Leo’s hand and wept like a frightened child. It had taken several minutes for him to calm down enough to realize he wasn’t alone: Mikey had hugged him across his shoulder, Raph had clamped an arm around his shell, and Sensei kneeled by his side, gently reminding him to breathe when his sobs made him forget.

It had been so close. Far too close.

Don’s hands started trembling again. He shook his head to be rid of the memory. The fear. Suddenly unable to stop himself, he turned on his heels, marched back to his brother, and grabbed him into a tight, unrelenting, hug. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

It took a moment, but Leo leaned into it, returning the embrace with an emphatic sigh. “Me too, Don.”

Me too.

The echo of his brother’s voice began to fade, drawing Don’s brows together in a tight knit as he tried to understand. His eyes fluttered slowly open, blinking in the darkness as he found his bearings. He was on the floor… in the med bay? He must have fallen asleep. First time in days. Someone had placed a pillow under his head and covered him in a blanket. “Leo?” The name lit a fire in his chest that his tired mind wasn’t able to make sense of.

What a dream… the worst nightmare Don had experienced since he was a kid. He’d been startled by night visions of his brothers dying before, but never like this. Never this intense. Almost real.

Sitting up slowly, Don felt his head spinning already. And his eyes stung. A lot. “Leo?” He called, glancing around the room. If he slept here because he was over-worked, Leo was sure to be close by. He hovered like a nurse-maid when he felt they were pushing themselves too hard. “Leo, can you get the lights?” Again. There it was again. The hollow ache in his chest when he said his brother’s name. Why? What could…

What if it wasn’t a—

“He’s been shot.”

No…

“Where else could we take him? There aren’t any parks secluded enough that we could bury him around here.”

Oh please, god, no…

“We stay hidden, and we stay safe. And I don’t care how pissed off you are, I’m not losing another brother to your temper!”

It was real. Leo was…

“Why didn’t you just listen for once!? Why didn’t you follow orders!? If you hadn’t left, he might still be—“

And Raph…

“You owe us for getting our brother killed!”

Guilt boiled in Don’s stomach like a volcano waiting to erupt. He’d really said those things. Felt them. Meant them. How could he… to his own brother? Raph was in as much pain as the rest of them, Don should be more understanding of that. And yet… despite all the logic, he still couldn’t dissolve the anger bubbling under his skin. He couldn’t forgive Raph. He wanted to—he didn’t want to blame his brother in the first place—but the anger…

He felt like he was going to hurl.

Remembering his weeping session before passing out, Don understood why his eyes were sore and his head throbbed. He hadn’t cried like that since he was eighteen years old and they all thought they’d lost Mikey to a dimensional tear after a mission with Renet. He was returned two weeks later, but those fourteen days had been pure hell.

Like this was now.

Another chill ran up his spine as Don shook the memory out. He was tired of memories. Time to get back in the here and now. The present.

The present where Leo was dead. Where Don was lost. Where Raph was closing himself off from his family because Don was pushing him away.

He breathed deeply. He should apologize. To Raph and to Mikey. He should make this right. He was still angry—seething—but it wasn’t fair to his brothers. It wasn’t their fault. The Dragons killed Leo, not Raph. Why Don was having such a hard time convincing himself of that, he couldn’t say, but he would repeat it until he believed it.

Standing on shaky legs, Don headed for the door and immediately regretted it. The light from the living room was too aggressive for his sensitive head at the moment, and a dull throbbing began pounding at the back of his skull.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty.”

The voice was far too chipper for Don’s mood right now, but he was still happy to hear it. He turned to Mikey—a slight smile adorning his face, which hadn’t been there in a long time—and attempted a wave. “How long was I out?”

“A full twenty-four hours, dude, and I still don’t think it was enough.”

Don tried to digest that without getting flustered. A whole day? He’d been out a whole day? Last time he slept that long was after being mutated by Bishop’s virus. Leo had been adamant that he stay in bed.

“I should have made you rest when you were sick. I’m not making that mistake again.”

He shook the voice from his head, offering a small smile to the worried look on Mikey’s face. “Where’s Sensei?” Mikey only pointed towards the dojo. Don gulped, still unwilling to even look in that direction. “Meditating?”

The younger nodded. “He sat outside your door for a few hours, then moved to Raph’s. Been in the dojo since morning.” He shrugged hesitantly. “His face when we got home… I think we really freaked him out. We shouldn’t have left without telling him.”

Don sighed, feeling his guilt volcano rumble “Yeah.”

“…Or you.” Mikey’s eyes suddenly found the floor as he rubbed his arm. “I’m really sorry, Don. We shouldn’t have—we didn’t mean to—it was just…” He paused, glancing up with remorse plastered all over his face. “I’m sorry.”

Don watched his brother as he bore his shame on his sleeve, his own guilt boiling hotter and hotter. He wanted to tell Mikey it wasn’t his fault. He wanted to say his own apology. He wanted to lift the guilt from both their shoulders, but the words just wouldn’t come. “Mikey…”

“You were right to be angry. …Leo would’ve—“

The minute their deceased brother’s name left Mikey’s lips, Don’s arms shot around his shell, pulling him into a deep hug that even he hadn’t expected. None of the words that flooded his mind to say actually made it out of his mouth. Not the explanation that he wasn’t angry but terrified, not the apology for shouting when he shouldn’t have, nor the adoration he felt at seeing his brother squaring his shoulders and trying to do what he could to help his family as it fell apart. None of it. The only utterance that left his lips slipped out as he clung tight to his baby brother and held on for dear life. “You’re here. You’re alive. That’s all that matters to me.”

Mikey didn’t miss a beat. The moment he heard Don’s words—felt the desperation in them—he returned the hug with fervour.

Neither turtle noticed as their embrace lasted several minutes, bringing much needed comfort to both. With one final squeeze, Don released his brother, taking a moment to breathe back the emotions sweeping through. No time for tears. Not now.

“I… I need to talk to Raph.”

“Your brother has yet to come out of his room.” Both turtles turned to see Splinter enter the room, an unusual heaviness to his steps. He walked up to Donatello with a gentle smile and a comforting touch to his shoulder. “How are you feeling, my son?”

“Better.” Don’s head was still throbbing and his eyes were sorer than the time he’d spent two full days in front of his computer with no sleep, but he felt… lighter. Less clouded. “Thank you, Sensei. I’m sorry I—“

But Splinter raised his hand and stopped the apology before it was voiced. “Anger is a necessary part of grief, my son. I am overjoyed you have found your way through it.” He cupped Donatello’s chin in his paw. “It is good to see the light in your eyes again.”

Don smiled, content to share this moment of peace with his father and brother, until guilt raised it’s voice once more. “I only got through it because I took it out on all of you. …Raph especially.” He pulled his eyes from the floor, not allowing his own self-pity to surface again. “Where is he?”

The other two shared a worried stare.

“He’s still in his room.” Mikey sighed worriedly. “Hasn’t moved from there since last night.”

Don’s eyes followed to his brother’s bedroom door, but his feet remained planted where they were. What was he going to do? What could he say? He’d practically accused Raph of murdering their brother… there was no walking back from that. His mind was reeling, fighting for any idea that he didn’t immediately deem as trivial and ill-advised, when his father’s calm voice broke his train of thought.

“Your brother is suffering as much as any of us. He needs to know he is not alone.”

“I know… but how do I—“

“Be open with him, my son. Tell him what you are feeling.”

Don sighed. Somehow he didn’t think explaining how his anger stemmed from the gaping maw of grief continuously attempting to suffocate him at every turn, and that he didn’t actually mean what he said—he didn’t. He couldn’t—would make his brother feel any better. But then, what else was there for him to say? He sucked in a thick, protracted, and hesitant breath, waiting for some sort of divine intervention to help him in that moment. None came.

“Ok.” He conceded, forcing his feet to move towards the stairs. Mikey and Splinter waited below, watching as Don walked to the door, offering their support with kind smiles anytime he glanced back with hesitancy.

Don stood in front of the door for a good long minute, staring at the aged metal. He noted many scrapes and scars near the door handle, clearly left by being shut too forcefully. Raph and his temper… It drove Leo crazy when Raph slammed the—

Don sighed deeply.

“Raph?” His voice croaked out as he rapped on the door lightly. “Raph, it’s Don.” Not that his brother wouldn’t recognize his voice, but he felt the need to say it. “…We need to talk.” He waited, listening patiently for any sign of movement on the other side. Nothing. Clearing the doubt from his voice, Don tried again, stronger in conviction. “Raph, open up. I know I’m the last person you want to see right now, but I—“ Fear of his brother’s wrath suddenly halted his words, but Don was quick to push past. “Please… Please let me in.” Still no sign of movement. Not even a grunt of disapproval. “Raph?” He rapped on the door harder. Perhaps more force was needed. “You know I can pick the lock if I have to. Open the door.” But it remained closed, with nothing but silence behind it.

Something was wrong. It came out of nowhere and as suddenly as a gust of wind, but the dread pumping through Don’s veins and sending a chill down his shell wasn’t a figment of his imagination. And he didn’t dare ignore it.

“Raph?” He rattled the doorknob, noting that it wasn’t locked, but merely stuck. He jiggled to and fro, trying to release it from whatever held it.

“Dude,” Mikey came up the stairs, suddenly worried. “He could be asleep! You don’t want to wake the beast if he’s—“

“He’s not asleep. We have to get in. Help me—“ The door jarred suddenly, opening and taking Don with it as it screeched into the room. The tall turtle righted himself, blinking in the darkness and waiting for his eyes to adjust as Mikey and Splinter joined him. “Raph?”

But once again, the room remained completely silent. Still.

Alarm bells shrieked in Don’s head. This was wrong. This was all wrong. “I don’t see him.”

“I don’t see anything.” Mikey whined, searching for the light on the wall. He found it quickly and flicked it on, but the sight that greeted him was anything but comforting. “Whoa…” Weights lay strewn about the floor like bodies, the bed and hammock both looked as though they hadn’t been touched in months, and cracks and holes littered the walls, most in the shape of Raph’s fist. Several stained with blood. “Bro…”

“Raphael.” Splinter’s hair was beginning to stand on end, even more so when he found vomit in the waste bin. Too long… he’d waited too long!

Don felt something under his feet and stopped to take a look; a photo. A picture of their family that April had taken last Christmas. But there was a sai shaped hole drilled through one face. Raph’s face.

And just like that, the light bulb flicked on. Something so obvious that Don couldn’t believe it took him this long to understand. So obvious… if he’d only bothered to pay attention.

Self-loathing. The room was dripping with it.

“Maybe he’s hiding out in the garage? Slipped out to work on his bike or something?” Mikey offered meekly, unable to take his eyes off the blood on the walls.

But Don knew for a fact Raph hadn’t gone near his bike since Leo… Heart racing in his chest—with guilt, with fear, with the sudden panic that Raph wasn’t where he should be—Don scoured the room with his eyes, searching for any sign of his brother. But it was what he didn’t see that caught his attention. “…I don’t think he’s hiding.”

Raph’s sai. His sai weren’t in the room. The weapons that never left his side weren’t in the room.

Don’s heart dropped to his stomach.

“Raph’s gone.”

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Previous < - > Next

Yes, that was a flashback inside a flashback. I may have gone overboard on the memory inserts on this one. Sue me.

End of Line.

-TRAaP

[casspurrjoybell-32]

Runaway Wolf - Chapter 3a

*Warning Adult Content*

Levi Blackman

The club was only a few blocks away from the bar and my apartment.

The streets of L.A were something to see.

There were many busy people in the day light who paid you absolutely no attention at all, huge buildings with light in every other window.

I smiled as some big buff guy bumped into me and made no attempt to excuse himself.

I looked down at my watch... it was 8:15 p.m. which meant I was about fifteen minutes late for work and I was going to get my ass chewed out by my very strict boss.

I hurried my strides till I arrived at the back door of the club where I usually entered, which was the lounge for employees.

“You are late.”

I jumped at the sound of Harold’s voice.

Turning swiftly I faced him with a nervous smile.

“I’m so sorry. Time got ahead of me,” I said shrugging my jacket off and placing it on the hook beside the door.

“Yeah, well... You better be ahead of it next time or there won’t be a next time for you, Mister Artieeest,” he mocked rolling his eyes.

“There are hundreds of people lining up for your job and I can have you replace like that,” and he snapped him fingers.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

Harold Jacobson was your average Joe who came into a lot of money a while ago, he was losing his hair and expanding were no man ever want to.  

He was going through what humans like to call a middle age crisis and thought he’d stay hip by wearing skinny jeans and ECHO t-shirts 'even though echo went out of style so, so long ago.' 

His shoes were cool though, vans are pretty expensive these days.

Personally I thought he tried too hard, I mean yeah you own one cool club but you don’t have to over sell yourself.

I think it would be better if he just wore a nice business suit, people would take him more seriously and if he wasn’t into that a pair of regular jeans and a dress shirt would work just fine.

But he had it out for me now since I was starting to get my paintings out there and people were starting to demanded my work but I was just like him a regular hard working person trying to pay my next bill you know, so I never let him get to me when he was like this.

I just shrugged it off and continued on.

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

He stared at me for minute before flicking his hand in the air a sign for me to go to work so I did.

Taking a deep breath I walked towards the storage room that connected to the bar.

Once in there I noticed the lights were on and Eli was lifting boxes of liquor to restock the bar, he looked up at me and smiled.

God this man was one sexy guy and his smile was to die for.

“Hey, my brother from another mother,” he exclaimed nodding at me and I smiled back.

“What’s up, Sexy,” I teased and he narrowed his eyes playfully.

“Hey,” he warned.

“My girl wouldn’t like me switching sides on her now.” 

“Well... I’ll take that as a compliment,” I winked which caused him to laugh.

I walked over, rolling up my sleeve to my elbows and helped him out by taking the large box from his hands easily.

He shook his head.

“Man... I still don’t know how you lift these things with such ease. I go to the gym twice a week and every day on the weekends and I still can’t do that. What’s your secret?” he asked leaning down to pick up a much smaller box.

“I’m just naturally talented like that. Hey do we have a crowd tonight?”

I could hear the thumping of the heavy bass as the music played.

“Yeah... it’s bigger than last night but it is Friday so there’s always s a large crowd.”

“True that.”

We walked out and I was instantly bombarded by flashing lights and scents.

There was a large group of people waiting for us at the bar so after we stocked the shelves since it looked like we would need to we started serving the drinks.

I have no idea why the guys that worked yesterday hadn’t restocked the liquor and drinks for us before they left but I made no comment on it.  

I remember when I first arrived in this city I was looking for work and this place was the only one with a help wanted  when I searched on the computer so after hundreds of work place I got rejected at, it came down to club RAIN smack dab in the middle of downtown LA.

Let me tell you, I was use to the club CRANK, Caleb and I went to all the time back in Portland.

It was a pretty small club for just us gays.

But CRANK was like a hole in the wall in comparison to this place.

There were huge flat screens on the walls showing random color patterns or the dance floor.

The music here was really good and there were crystal bead droppings hanging on the ceiling everywhere around the place.

Neon lights of all colors flashed in strobes from the floor while the bar was light up in blues and white on the side of the huge club.

There was always about two to three bartenders at the bar since the space was too large for just one person to handle alone.

I work from eight to two in the morning so I was always dead tired when I went home and Matthew had the audacity to complain when I broke his dumb alarm clocks because woke me up at fucking seven in the morning.

The music was blasting and I reached in my pocket for my trusty ear plugs to lessen the effect on my sensitive hearing but I could still hear people yelling orders.

There was one girl who kept flirting with Eli and I and it was kind of in our job description to flirt back... to keep the customers happy.

So now you see why it’s beyond easy for me to flirt with a complete strangers like for example Mr. Security Guard but I owed Lola for the little lessons on how to do it right because before her I was too shy to even think of doing something like that.

I met her here actually and that’s where I got my first lesson.

I wonder if she’ll show up later to come talk with me.

“Hey can I get a Black Velvet,” some guy asked over the music leaning on the counter and thumping it with his hands in a quick rhythm.

I nodded and grabbed all the ingredients.

When I join this job I they had to teach me the whole drink menu and how to prepare them fast, I remember wasting a shit load of my money on alcohol when I  went home to perfect them all.

Plus I got Jace, Finn, Logan and Gab all trashed when they had to sample them all.

I hadn’t met Matthew yet but he wasn’t far behind after this.

I grabbed a bottle of Guinness and a bottle of Champagne set it down on the counter and quickly took a tall glass from that particular slot from under the counter and poured the beer in, topping it off with some of the champagne.

“There you go, Sir,” I said sliding the glass towards him and turned to the next customer who was already smashed so she slurred her words to me.

“So are you working this weekend?” Eli asked me his eyes focused on the shots he was sending out at a fast pace.

I was giving a show to some pretty sexy girls as I poured a variety of different liquors into four tall glasses full of ice for all of them.

I raised my hands high above my head as I poured never letting a drop miss the glass.

“I don’t know. I am a little late on rent so I think I might come in tomorrow depending on whose working,” I answered adding a splash of cranberry juice to the finish the drink off and a cherry, stirred them with the straws I placed in them and pushed them all softly in front of each girl. 

The girls gave me seductive smiles and winked at me.

“Enjoy your Sex on The Beach ladies,” I purred as they giggled before I turning towards Eli.

“What about you,” he shook his head.

“I’m going to the rents for my dad’s birthday.”

I nodded.

“That should be fun,” I voice wiping down my area.

“Yeah. I'm finally going to introduce Tiff to them.”

“Things are getting pretty serious between you two then,” I asked, amazed.

I’ve known Eli since I first started here three years back and from what I’ve seen of the guy... was that... he was not the settling down type.

I wouldn’t call him a man whore or anything it was just he wasn’t interested in all that fast girls and relationships but once Tiff came around he was like a whole different person.

“I dare say it. I think my little Eli is falling in love,” I teased fluttering my eye lashes at him.

He glared at me, throwing his towel in my face but couldn’t keep the grin off his.

“Maybe,” he muttered turning back to give some one another shot.

“It was the smile,” I said crossing my arms and leaning my hip against the counter.

“The what?” he asked confused and I reached out and touched his lips with my pointer finger.

“Your smile, it’s beautiful,” I told him thoughtfully because it was true.

I was taken aback by this guy’s smile when I first met him and I bet his girlfriend adores it.

It was that kind of smile where you can’t help but smile along with him.

He blinked once, twice before moving back to reach one of the vodka bottles from off the display shelf behind us.

“You say the craziest things sometimes, Levi,” his voice light and happy like my compliment made his day.

“Well... that’s why your friends with me... isn’t it?” I joked.

[primusfortuna]

Scar ⟡ Beginning of a Bond (02)

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“What I Desperately Want To See”

The day after we transported the wanted criminal to Recordo and handled various followup paperwork—

We were spending our brief time off at the guild home, dubbed “The Doghouse.”

Daste: That goddamn scumbag, givin’ us all that bullshit till the very last second.

Emma: Haha… The way he was throwing a huge fit until right before we handed him over to Shiharu… He was just fighting a losing battle.

Scar: He was saying things like, “I’m not bad~ It’s society’s fault~”! I didn’t really get what he meant.

Emma: Mm… Well, you know... Oh, right. Scar?

Scar: Yes, Emma-san?

Emma: I just want to reiterate something…

Emma: It’s not okay to try to hurt—or ‘open’---people at random like you did yesterday. Okay?

Scar: I know that. People would die if I opened them up, right?

Emma: Exactly.

Scar: Hm… But that’s why I purposely picked a bad person.

Emma: …? What do you mean?

Scar: A while ago I asked Daste, “What do words like ‘wanted criminal’ and ‘bounty criminal’ mean?”

Scar: And he said, “They’re bad people. Scumbags. The kinda guys that no one would give a shit about if they disappeared.”

Scar: If that’s true, then it shouldn’t be a problem if I took them and opened them up. Right?

I shoot Daste a disapproving look, but he turns away, feigning obliviousness.

After that quick glance, I let out a small sigh and return my gaze to Scar.

Emma: Daste’s views are just very extreme. I’m saying you can’t hurt anyone, no matter who they are.

Emma: Because you might end up getting the wrong people involved—namely, ones that aren’t bad people.

Scar: What?? No, no, no way~! No way! I have to find out where souls are!

——Searching for a soul. That is Scar’s greatest purpose.

He has been consistently emphasizing that ever since we purified him and could communicate with equal understanding.

Scar: I’ve been looking forever and ever… for a soul that inhabits living things.

Scar: In plants, in fish, in animals…

Scar: The person I gave my blessings to when I was a fairy was always looking for a soul too. But he never found one.

Scar: That’s why I’m looking for things he had never opened before, a bigger living thing…

Scar: I want to open up a person!

Scar: The bigger they are, the more you’d think there’s a soul inside, right?

Daste: …Yeah, you’re as twisted as ever.

Scar’s eyes twinkle with childlike wonder as he speaks, but Daste puts on an exaggerated scowl.

Emma: (The person Scar had blessed in the past… I wonder what he was like.)

Daste: …Anyway, don’t go happily killin’-- or openin’, whatever— every single guy you meet, got it?

Daste: Emma already said this, but it’ll just give us more shit to deal with if you do it when you don’t need to.

Scar: Grr…

Scar: “That’s bad, that’s not okay”... You just keep telling me no!

Scar: I’m sick of this. So I’ll just look at your soul, Emma-san.

The way he voices his plan is so blunt and casual. It doesn’t truly dawn on me until—

—He thrusts the tip of his knife before my eyes.

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[le4ftea]

So, uhh how would Tanjiro Inosuke and Genya act after having sex with their s/o for the first time? Would they be protective? Shy? Lovey-dovey? Thank you ^^

OWO HONEY. I'll tell you.

Demon Slayer Boys after being Intimate. G/N!Reader

Tanjirou

When he found out about you liking him back...

He was shaking with excitement, his hands shaking and his fingers going numb.

He was so happy that he felt that he could die and know that at least he had you.

But when you both had sex

He was very passionate and kind with each thrust, the world spinning with every deep pound into you.

After you both had lose your innocents to one another

He was shy and very gentle with you the next day, and felt as if he fell in love with you all over again.

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You softly hummed as you felt like the day had been washed in vanilla and cinnamon, the morning was somehow more lovely then before. Slowly rising up from the bed, you felt a bit of soreness in the lower half of your body.

Groaning quietly to yourself, you sat up.

A fuzzy bath robe wrapped around you yet slipped off your shoulders due to the fact it was a little bigger then usual.

Both of your bare shoulders shining with a pink blush.

Still half closed, you looked around the room almost drunkly.

Confused of why you were alone in the bed you passionately shared with the hero to all himself.

Tanjirou.

Without another minute of worry of his where abouts, the sliding doors open in a clumsy way.

A soft gasp leaving whomever it was, as the sound of dishes cling together.

"Oh oh no!" He whispered shouted as they struggled with the door and what seemed to be a tray.

You stumble onto your feet and quietly walk over to the man at the door, gently holding the door open for him to enter.

A soft smile on your face as you spoke to him, silky and smooth.

"Need help love?"

Tanjirou squaled and almost fell back from your sudden presence.

"D-Darling! Did I wake you?" Sounding worried about being to loud.

Giggling and shaking your head you replied with a 'no'.

Tanjirou had brought a tray of rice eggs and bacon that had sliced green onion and some yellow mashed potatoes that had some cheese inside, with some tea.(I wish I could eat this.)

A small blush on your face at the cute gesture.

You sat next to him and kissed his cheek.

Turning to face you immediately, his face burning a bright red. Almost whimpering at you.

Both of you grabbed your chop sticks and started to eat while you asked why he brought the food himself.

He looked away as he scratched his cheek, a blush still visible.

"Well... I just felt bad that I went to rough on you last night, I got selfish near the end and gave into my needs and probably hurt you a bit. So I asked if I could take our food here today as an apology."

His mood at change the atmosphere in the room, his face also turned into a sad frown.

You gently crested his cheek drawing his attention to you.

"You didn't hurt me love, all you did is make me fall in love with you more."

His frown jumped into a smile as a small tears popped from his eyes.

He would never be able to let you go now.

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Inosuke

He was very obvious with his crush on you, yet you seemed to be denser then a brick.

When he start up told you he loved you.

You had no other choice but to know.

And when you both finally got intimate.

Holy Hell.

This man was going really hard and rough with you, gentle groaning as you screamed his name. It was like he had been waiting forever to pound you into the bed.

Like a beast breeding his mate.

The next day he was in a daze almost for a week.

Not speaking to anyone but only staying by your side with flowers dancing around him.

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Laying on his chest, you would occasionally snuggle into him. His arm underneath you holding you closer to him.

His other laying on his toned stomach.

You both stayed like this for a while till you had the feeling of hunger, stomach grumbling quite loud now.

You pushed yourself from his warm body and saw his state that you didn't notice before.

He seemed to be a melted puddle of happiness, his aura a heart warmed glow as he had finally had you.

A dopey grin on his face until he saw you about to leave, gripping your wrist he sat up too. Looking you in your eyes deeply.

"I'm going to get food Inosuke" you whined almost at the growing hunger.

He pouted and almost asked you to stay with his eyes alone, his body language begging for you to not leave him yet.

Sighing you stood up but helped him up too and hugged him.

"Just come with me, we can eat together." His aura rising back to a heart warming glow as you felt hims nod, grabbing his bore hat he placed it on and walked with you to find food.

Sitting outside together, munching on bean buns. Humming at the yummy flavors, you turned to look at Inosuke.

A soft smile on his mouth as he ate his bun, still happy as a puppy that got a treat.

You giggled and sat closer to him as you both enjoyed eachother presences.

The wamr spring breeze blowing soft smells of nature, it was a perfect morning with Inosuke.

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Genya

This man was so rough when it came to all but you. He just silently stays by your side and always make sure he gives you enough attention.

When he confessed to you, he was a stuttering mess which was quite out of character.

And when you both decided to have sex

O my God.

You would think he would go crazy

But when he put himself in.

He would slowly pound into you, with each thrust he would whisper how much you truly meant to him.

Telling you how long he waited to be connected with you.

And he made sure you had at least four orgasms.

So in the morning he was more prideful then ever and actually acted happy to others which made people scared for their lives.

He also marked you up quite a lot on your neck to make sure they all knew you both were together.

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"Ouch! G-Genya that hurts!"

You whined as Genya gently pressed each hickey that was a beautiful purple on your neck.

Small tears forming at your big loveable eyes.

The morning was bright and fresh as the two of you woke form your long night of love making, the both of you were hugging one another when you guys opened your eyes.

Genya quickly moved away from you and wore blush of crimson while yelling at you to not get the wrong idea.

Even though the two of you basically saw eachother naked.

You both chatted about how silly he was acting but Genya smirked when he saw your neck that looked like you came back from a fight.

Blushing at how many you had, he kissed each one with a cute smile on his rough face.

"You look so beautiful."

He made sure you did not hide any of his marks with your cloths and walked with you around the temple where all of the demon slayers stayed.

The others asked if you were okay since you looked like you were in a fight to the death.

You waved them off, saying it was nothing serious and they shouldn't worry to much.

As you drifted off to the reality of what gave you such mark in the first place.

Blushing and shaking the heat from your face, you saw in the corner of your eye.

Genya grinning like an idiot. But you found this quite charming.

Running to him after saying your goodbye to the others you were talking too

You hugged Genya and hid your face in his chest, a soft groan at the sudden impact.

He frantically tried to get you off him as you could tell he was blushing at your embrace, you laughed to yourself quietly as you heard his heart beating faster then anything in the world.

He was adorable in his own strong way.

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jesus christ why-

oh mY DEAR GOD-

FIRST OF ALL I'm SO sorry for taking so damn long to answer those, I've been really really busy and I'm very sorry, I'm doing my best to answer everybody ; o ;

BUT FINALLY let's talk about our big last Euphoria reveal (about four months ago but ok-), where I showed you guys that Alex is Brad's father and Elisa is Toby's mom.

"BUT GUAX WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??? HOW?? WHEN??? WHERE??"

SHUSH , CALM YOUR TITS DOWN and let me explain:

Ok, so I'll be putting some links here and there because yes, Alex and Elisa's story is very, VERY connected to Brad and Toby's. 

And get ready for a veeeeeeeeeeeeery long post. You were warned.

As you all already know, Alex and Elisa had a troublesome meeting, but eventually got closer to each other, they fell in love yadda yadda yadda BUT their will to get closer to each other, in other words, their relationship brought HUGE consequences.

Yes, they did manage to build a healthy relationship, they were happy, they were fine.

But they were also adults, adults that wanted something serious and concrete, they couldn't spend the rest of their lives as forbbiden lovers.

So Elisa did something literally illegal. She did a potion that was forbidden by the Colony authorities - a shrunken potion - to get closer to Alex.

Those potions were never developed, they're rustic and really antique, so they could do more harm than good or not work at all.

But Alex didn't care, he took the risk and drank the potion to get closer to his girl, the woman that was the love of his life.

The effect of the potion is temporary, so Alex would drink them from time to time whenever he had the opportunity to visit the Colony, spend some time with Elisa and, of course, be a part of her life.

He wasn't just trying to "be like her", he was also trying to be a part of her home. He made friends with her friends, he met her family, he met new imps, new fairies, all of it under his "imp disguise". He even fought for the Colony at it's war times (that is lasting till the current story time). He EVEN presented himself with a more “impish name” - Turk - to make sure people wouldn’t suspect anything.

Of course, people eventually started to ask why didn’t he live in the Colony with Elisa, why did he only showed up from time to time. Alex and Elisa lied, obviously, they told everyone that Alex belonged to a secluded imp tribe that lived walking around the forest as nomads, which made sense since those types of imp communities do exist.

ANYWAY THE POINT IS Alex grew affectioned of those people and with their lifestyle. He started to feel like he was one of them. 

And, of course, he was now closer than he ever was to Elisa.

Since they were different species, they never worried about having kids. I’ve never said this before but Alex is a doctor, he knows about this stuff, so he always made sure to reassure Elisa that "they were their own condon" and, as sad as it may sound, they couldn't have kids.

... Or so Alex thought.

You know how tigers and lions can have offspring together? Yeah, it's the same thing.

It's very hard to happen, but they spent YEARS together if you know what I mean so yeah

That's how Alex and Elisa gave birth to their first child: Tobias, the only one of a specie that is a mix between human and imp.

His parents were really worried at first, afterall, they new NOTHING about Toby's condition. They didn't know if he was going to grow as large as a human or if he'd assume imp proportions forever. After some research with his son's blood, Alex found out that Toby was indeed half human and half imp, but he was predominantly physically an imp. That means his biological features are, mostly, imp like: he'd hardly grow as large as a human through his life's course and could live as a normal imp in the Colony. The fact that he showed talent for magic (once he was old enough to do so) and was able to do it just like any other imp in the Colony also made things easier.

Elisa and Alex chose to raise Toby in the Colony, they believed it’d be healthier and safer for him (especially after some events that I’ll be talking about in other posts), although it hurt Alex to pretend that he was an imp to his son and that he couldn’t see him everyday. 

Even if they couldn’t see each other everyday, Alex and Toby were very close. Toby loved his daddy very much and was very attached to him.

After five years after Toby was born, Elisa got pregnant again and gave birth to their second child: Bernardo (that’d eventually be nicknamed as “Brad”), one of the two only beings of the specie Alex and Elisa accidently created together.

For preucation, Alex took a bit of Brad’s blood and made some research, just like he did to Toby.

And what he found out wasn’t exactly... relieving.

Brad, just like Toby, was half human and half imp, but he had expressed mostly human features in his physical body. He was as small as a baby imp now, but it was a matter of time until he started to grow very VERY large.

Unlike Toby, Brad couldn’t live as an imp in the Colony and things got very complicated for them.

Alex wanted to leave. He told Elisa the Colony’s community would NEVER accept their youngest, they would never accept Alex and probably wouldn’t accept Toby either. They had to leave that place before they couldn’t hide the truth anymore, even if it cost revealing Toby, a five year old child, that most of his life was a lie.

But Elisa was hesitant. She didn’t want to leave her home, her parents, her friends. She knew Alex was right, they couldn’t stand that play for too long, but how to leave everything she had built behind? How to leave everything she knew as home behind? It wasn’t that easy.

Until something very bad happened.

Remember I said Alex made a few friends in the Colony? So, one of them was Stefan, a experienced fairy soldier that had known Elisa for as long as she was alive. He was pretty much her best friend (even if he was old enough to be her father) and now he was also great friends with Alex.

Stefan is important here. He has a very tragic backstory involving humans. He lost pretty much everything to them: his whole family and his wings, something that meant more than just flying to him.

So, as expected, he hates humans and truly believes that they are nothing more than monsters that try to manipulate you and to get advantage from imp’s and fairy’s magic. 

After some years, he started to get very suspicious over Alex. Some things weren’t making any sense anymore and that “nomad imp community” was starting to sound way more like an excuse than the actual truth. He simply didn’t understand what was stopping him to live with Elisa and his sons for once.

So he did some investigation. One day, he followed Alex (that he knew as Turk) out of the Colony, in one of the days he had only come to visit his family. Alex had said earlier that he had to “go back to his own society”. Yeah, right. Stefan was hiding the whole time and followed Alex till a good distane from the Colony’s limits. 

And he didn’t get exaclty happy to see his best friend growing impossibly huge out of nowhere.

Stefan now knew the truth: Alex was pretending to be an imp using shrinking potions. He didn’t belong to any nomad imp group, he was a human that lived in his own house and was coming to the Colony to play family with them.

Of course, he didn’t only felt betrayed, but pissed as fuck. Stefan didn’t waste any time: as soon as Alex came back to the Colony he confronted him. Alex tried to explain himself, but they only argued and ended up having a pretty bad fight.

In anger, Stefan didn’t want to hear no more explanations, so he told some of the Colony’s high authorities about Alex’s lies and that they had to do something about it. 

The Colony’s Council decided to call Elisa and solve things between imps and fairies only. But they showed her no mercy.

They basically gave her two options: or she’d prove her loyalty to the Colony and would kill her husband and her human son, or the Colony would sentence all of them to death penalty, including Toby and Brad, children that they claimed should have never been born. 

Elisa was in shatters. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t kill the man she loved and her baby child, she just couldn’t. She was about to accept the second option, rathering die with her family than killing them, but Stefan decided to help her out.

He wasn’t expecting the Council to be so cruel and he started to regret his decisions the moment he saw how Elisa was worried about her family and how much she loved them, even if they were human. He hated Alex and Brad, but seeing Elisa in excruciating pain over them was impossible for him, so he made up a plan with her to save everybody.

It cost Elisa to trust Stefan, he had told their secrets to the worst people possible, but she had no option aside from accepting his help and following his plan.

The plan was simple: Elisa would tell the Council she’d kill Alex and Brad and would tell Alex that she had changed her mind and that they should leave the Colony as soon as possible now that Stefan knew the truth.

Alex believed her and, after Stefan’s confirmation, so the Council did. The next step was to take Alex and Brad to the Colony’s limits, pretending they were about to leave. 

Then it happened.

Elisa made, with Stefan’s help, a huge barrier on the Colony’s frontier that didn’t allowed humans to cross it. It was basically a security method that they never thought it’d be necessary.

But now it was and it wasn’t meant to protect the ones inside the Colony...

Of course, Alex didn’t understand SHIT.

He spent MONTHS returning to the Colony in his shrinking form, trying to find a way to cross the barrier and to get Toby back. 

Or to talk to Elisa.

Or to understand.

Or anything.

He just wanted his family.

Eventually, his potions ended and he was left to raise Brad on his own and to never see his wife and oldest son again.

Since then, he hates Elisa. Or at least thinks he does. He’s just deeply mad at her, he doesn’t understand why she left them. 

He did everything for her. Denyed his own race, submitted himself to the dangerous effects of a extremely nocive potion which he faces the consequences till this day, did his fucking best to be the best father and husband his family could have-

All this love, all this effort, all this sweat and blood

Wasted.

It took years for him to fully recover. Aside from the health problems the abusive use of the shrinking potions brought, he also became alcohoolic. Because he wasn’t mentally estable enough, neither to take care of himself and of his very very small son, he went to live in his parents house. His family knew about Elisa and the children they had together, his folks actually liked her a lot so it saddened them as well that she simply abandoned Alex and Brad and that they would never see Toby again.

His family didn’t had to worry about Brad’s very little size for too long though, before he was one year old he had already reached his human size.

Anyway, Alex’s family gave him a huge help until he was healthy enough to take care of Brad, the only one left from the family he built.

Back to Elisa, she didn’t told Alex her plan because she KNEW he wouldn’t want to do it. She simply knew Alex would be too stubborn. He’d have wanted to try to escape or to face the Council. Both alternatives would get them all killed.

Toby didn’t understand why his mother did what she did. He was forced to go back home with her, screaming the whole time, saying that they left his father and brother behind while Elisa was crying endelessly.

Stefan came to them eventually and calmed Toby down. His heart broke when he saw Elisa. She was... not okay.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to assist her. He immediatly went to a representent of the Council and took them to Elisa and to the Colony’s frontier to prove that she had done it and did even more than she was suppose to. Of course, not without consequences to her sanity, she had just killed her husband and baby, of course she was in pain.

Nevertheless, the Council confirmed Elisa had done her part and left to leave her alone with the child they let live.

After that, Toby spent weeks returning to that spot of the frontier to look for his dad and brother. No sucess.

As time went by, he eventually forgot about Brad, he was very young when they tore apart and Elisa and Stefan never talked about him nor Alex. All he can remember is that there was a baby in the middle of that mess, but he can’t relate to it.

He kept the memories of his father though, who was closer to him, and till this day he believes he’s alive somewhere and that he can be found. But he has no idea he’s a human and has no idea of his own true nature.

Elisa and Alex miss their respective sons deeply and think about them everyday. They also miss each other very much and the first months after the incident were terribly agonizing for the both of them.

They kept going for the child that had remained for the both of them and raised them apart from each other. Alex never told Brad what happened and so Elisa did to Toby. Like that, none of the brothers knew about the existence of each other.

Until the day Toby was sent, coincidentally, to his “little” brother’s house

And none of them has no idea of this fucking long backstory I just spent four months writing :)

enjoy

[therealpussybangs]

Youngblood| S.Rintarō Pt. 1/3

Synopsis: You and Suna had your differences, but this time, they couldn’t be settled. Warnings: ANGST, crying, profanity, mentions of cheating, drinking, hard breakup (not harsh just painful)

Previous/masterlist/next

“Remember the words you told me, love me till the day I die..”

You watch as your boyfriend stumbles through the door, obviously drunk. Again. He’s been drinking for a while now and you have a feeling why. The main problem is you refuse to accept it. The love of your life, doing the least expected. Another woman, or women plural would be more accurate. The relationship had been getting rocky, and it seemed like the more you ignored it, the more he drank. You wanted to confront him about it soon, but you were too scared to lose the person you’ve loved for so long. The next morning, you woke him up to talk about it. He seemed frustrated, but he brushed you off, saying something about him going out with friends.

Lie.

You knew he wasn’t out with friends, because he’d drunk call you eventually telling you how much he loved you and leaving you a million messages a minute. You never heard anyone in the background of the calls, and knowing his friends, you definitely would.

“Surrender my everything ‘cause you made me believe you’re mine..”

You decide you have enough evidence on him to break it off, leave the toxicity behind for good. But that was easier said than done. Fight after fight about you falsely accusing him, saying things like ‘you don’t understand!’ And ‘you’re just too damn clingy!’

you were so worn out by the time you finally left, you barely felt a thing. Weeks passed and the numbness you felt didn’t falter, instead growing stronger due to the memories of your now broken relationship.

Suna on the other hand, was a mess. He knew he had messed up, neglecting you, cheating on you, the whole 9 yards. He wasn’t sure when it really started even. Just one night while he was out, he guessed. You guys had been fighting a lot, more than usual. It was like everything annoyed him. He knows it wasn’t justified and that what he did severely hurt you, so he turned to drinking to try and forget it all. But that’s when it started getting worse. He would get drunk and wake up in a new girls bed every morning.

“I give and I give and I give and you take..”

It was late when it happened, around 2 am maybe. He showed up out of nowhere, just..poof there he was. He wanted to be a part of your life again. He begged and pleaded, giving you every reason in the book for you to take him back. “I’ll be better! I promise!”

Lie.

“I’ll stop drinking!”

Lie!

“I won’t cheat ever again!”

Lie!!

and so on. But there it was, the confession. It was too late; the damage had been done. If he wanted to be a part of your life so bad, he needed to show you he could be better. But you were too scared. Of course having him back in your bed would be great, you missed the warmth. You missed him so badly, and him showing up out of the blue opened a fresh wound that needed to be properly healed. You craved affection and touch but were to afraid to ask, afraid of what could happen if you let him back in.

“I’m sorry Ri- er.. Suna..”

It was already too late. You were trying to forget. You had finally come to terms that you weren’t enough, but he just had to keep coming back to hurt you again. You knew that wasn’t his intention but that’s what was happening. You so badly wanted this whole thing to be over with. Plus, you had been talking to someone recently; however, without knowing he was friends with Rin. You brought this up asking him politely, yet firmly, to leave.

“Him?? Really?! He’s a narcissistic asshole and a shitty liar!! C’mon Y/n!”

If you had known your mystery man was friends with Rin, you would’ve cut him off immediately. You didn’t want him to find out.

“Are you fucking kidding me Suna?? Takes one to fucking know one. I can’t believe you right now. This is the shit. This is the goddamn reason all of this started in the first place. You and your double standard! Your lying and addiction!”

“But-“

“The cheating! You can’t go around shitting on other people when you’re exactly the same, maybe worse!! Fuck you Suna Rintarō. I never want to fucking see you again.”

That last sentence was the hardest thing you ever had to say.

With wide eyes, all he says is sorry.

A/n: phew!! Something new! Why is it I always write angst 😐✋ idk it’s therapeutic 😭 Anyways, I’m already working on pt.2 so that should be out soon! :) Enjoy!

[totiredtowrite]

Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

Warnings - Cursing because angry boy, reader being a cold mf, reader's clothes are described (but kind of vaguely so dw)

Note: I feel like I can hear the gif for some reason :D? Kind of self indulgent so reader is shorter than kyotani. Poor mad dog, always being put in his place by pretty boys. I'll have you know that I consult the wiki everytime I write something for character details by the way. (bragging shamelessly). Reader is also a second year and the student council president because this is fiction and I'm not sure if you have to be a third year hehe

this turned out longer than I thought it would, really popped off with this one

Male Reader

Kyotani Kentarou has a new enemy.

Whether or not you knew he though of you as an enemy didn't matter to him.

Suprisingly, it doesn't happen as often as some might think. His awful attitude and uncooperative nature ensures that he makes more enemies than friends, but most people are too afraid to approach him in order to become one of the two.

His new enemy?

You. (L/n) (y/n), Student Council President.

Kyotani never really though much of you. Not when you campaigned for the spot, (despite being in the second year), and not when you got the position. He's seen you, sure, you made that whole speech when you got the part and you oversaw detention sometimes.

Kyotani, (surprisingly), didn't get detention much. On the one time you oversaw the detention class when he was supposed to be there, he decided not to go.

So, overall, he hardly saw you at all. You were nothing but a passing thought in his mind when he heard people talking about you. He never expected to talk to you, much less consider you his worst enemy.

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It really was a normal day for Kyotani. He woke up, took a shower, ate on his way to school, and slipped into class with his usual "fuck with me and you die" look on.

Practice was cancelled that day as the coach was out sick, so he didn't really have anything to do. Everything was all normal for him, right up until the end of the day. Kyotani was stalking through the hallways, the other second years moving out of his way and giving hushed whispers to their friends as they got ready to leave.

He was used to that, and even liked the feeling it gave him, knowing that these people were actually afraid of him. He was close to his locker when it happened.

He ran right into you, almost knocking you back. He glowered down at you, an angry spark in his eye that would have any other student running far away. You however, just stepped back to be clear of his general bubble, and looked up at him with a frown.

Truth be told, he had never really seen you up close. True he'd overheard some of his classmates talking about how 'intimidating' and 'handsome' you were, but Kentarou didn't expect to actually feel it coming off of you. He didn't expect to point out how attractive you were right off the bat.

The hard glisten in your eye faded as you scanned his face. You know this guy. Your expression changed from 'stone cold dictator' to 'unbothered student council president.'

Somehow feeling the tension, most of the students cleared out before either of you said a word.

"Kyotani Kentarou," you said, "Number 16 on our schools volleyball team. Infamous for your out of control aggression and prowess in your sport." You smirked at him quickly, straightening your blazer and standing up straight.

"The hell," he lifted his head to look down his nose at you, "why do you know me?"

You shrug. "I keep tabs on all the students I think are troublesome. Or interesting." He watched as you casually turned to your bag and pulled out a large binder. "You're on the first page, marked in red." you had a somewhat mocking tone in your voice, that coy smirk returning.

Kyotani growled, the noise sounding surprisingly like an animal. You were much more cocky up close. Cocky and aggravating. He moved closer to you so that your chests were almost touching while you put the binder away, and looked straight down at your face. "I can be much more troublesome," he said lowly.

You barked out a laugh. "Careful there Mad Dog." You advanced, causing Kyotani to step back. "Or I might just think you're threatening me," you continued to move forward. Kyotani took more steps back. The only way he could describe the feeling was like he was being herded like a sheep.

Another animalistic growl left his throat when his back hit the lockers. By now everyone had left, leaving just the two of you. "You aren't leaving a very good first impression on your president," you say dangerously, almost mocking your own title.

"Why do I need to leave a good impression on you," he muttered out. You didn't say anything and instead lifted your arm above his shoulder to slam it by his head. He recognized this feeling. Yet somehow, it felt all different.

Not once had the rumors spoken about the affect you had on people. You scanned his face again, those intimidating (e/c) eyes holding him steady in place. His breath hitched in his throat softly when you pulled your hand back to straighten his tie. "You don't," you said referring to his earlier question, eyes focused on his tie. "And you haven't."

You pulled away from him and stepped back, patting him on the shoulder before turning on your heel to head towards the doors. You turned your head just as you were about to leave, the blue grey light from the cloudy sky making you seem more threatening. "Take care, Mad Dog." You left the school building, leaving Kentarou breathing heavily and on guard at the lockers.

~~~

He really didn't expect that from you.

He had had a similar feeling, when Yahaba threw him into a wall and scolded him during the spring preliminary game against Karasuno. Similar, but not quite the same. It felt like you had him trapped. He still had your words replaying on repeat in his mind.

Those rumors he heard about you didn't do you any justice. He never heard anything about how easily you could make people feel... things. For once, he felt like he was the one being hunted. And oh boy did he not like that. All those times he'd seen you, he thought you looked like a regular goody two shoes who would report even the smallest wrongdoing to the teachers. He didn't expect a calculated, threatening boy who had a binder of 'troublemakers' and a heavy presence.

He didn't sleep more than 2 hours that night.

Maybe it was your eyes that were etched into his mind. Maybe it was your smooth voice, that look that made it seem like there was so much more under your surface.

So naturally he came to the conclusion that you were his rival.

He managed to avoid you all till the end of the week, Sunday rolling around like a saving grace. He didn't see you once for the rest of the week, but it still felt like you were watching him with those calculated eyes of yours. His shoulder still felt all weird and tingly from where you had touched him.

The weekend felt like an asylum to him, a feeling of safety and control returning to him when his older sister sent him out to go pick up some things from the store.

Kyotani had decided to cut through the park on his way back, but now he was quickly regretting his decision. It's not like he was afraid of you, he just thought that avoiding you would be the best option.

The last place he expected you to be was sitting in the park, staring out at the little man-made pond with a few birds at your feet. You had an overcoat on to compensate for the slightly chilly weather, a sweater visible underneath it. Your shoes were tapping the ground rhythmically.

You looked much less intimidating out of uniform. You had a neutral, content look on your face, cheek squished against your palm with your elbow resting on your knee. It was almost cute, he thought, if that was the right word for it.

"Are you just going to stand there forever," you turned your face towards him and regarded him with lidded eyes. "You can sit down you know."

He jumped, standing still for a second before slowly moving towards you. His guard up like a wall as memories of your last interaction replayed through his mind. His breath quickened ever so slightly, and his ears turned pink.

He slid into place on the bench next to you. You turned towards him again and smiled. He went bright red.

It was an actual smile. Not that cocky smirk, but a soft clad cute smile. You focused your attention back on to the pond.

"You live around here," Kyotani inquired gruffly.

You nodded. "I don't go out much. Usually cooped up in my room working on god knows what." You leaned back, draping your arms gracefully across the back of the bench. "Sorry about our little encounter, by the way. I must have come off way scary, right?" You gave him that soft smile again.

He looked away and hid his cheeks with his hand. "Like I'd be afraid of you," he muttered.

You hummed softly. A thought struck him. He regained his composure before speaking again. "You must have known that I live around here, right?"

You nodded wordlessly. "It was in your file."

Kyotani decided not to comment on how creepy that was, and instead muttered out a small "oh."

Neither of you said a word for a few moments.

"We really got off on the wrong foot, huh?" You turned your whole body towards him, watching his movements like a cat.

He just grunted.

You laughed a little bit, and extended your hand. "Why don't we start over. I'm (l/n) (y/n)."

Kyotani eyed your hand suspiciously before taking it. The tingly feeling returned, but this time it felt stronger as both your hands were bare. Your slightly smaller hand gripped his firmly, the slight size difference making Kyotani blush a bit.

You really weren't what he thought, were you? Even so, you were still his enemy. His cute, scary, calculated, calm enemy.

He doesn't even know what hit him.

[hanazuma-inactive]

Hello, can i request with 2 characters? It's Semi and Ushijima with top male reader. Reader and Ushijima are couple. Their relationship is mostly Ushi being sub and will do anything reader told him to. Also reader a bit manipulative? Well it's easy for him to make someone do his bidding.

Reader told Ushi to touch himself inside an empty room while reader watching him and he order him not to cum without his instructions. Earlier that day, Reader told Semi to come to the room after school end and when he did appeared, he saw Ushi playing with his own body. The sight made him hard and reader whispering things that stimulate him more and usher him to mess up Ushi.

Reader enjoying the scene because he knew that Semi has feelings for Ushi and he's happy because he get a new toy to play with. After Semi cum inside Ushi, Reader pull him toward himself and pounding him hard till he collapse from the overstimulation. Also reader didn't neglect his boyfriend that's been begging him to fuck him and let him cum.

wrapped around your fingers, (nsfw) ushijima x top!reader x semi

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!)

warnings: degradation, 3 some, hella manipulation, adultery kinda (?), daddy kink a little, there's also some dumbification and some random usual top reader kinks i slapped in there and publuc sex kinda me thinks

a/n: i love these types of request, dark but definitely fun to write, i lean bottom but this was still really 🛐

_____

"c'mon semi, look at your crush over there~ all riled up, touching himself, and begging to cum. won't you help him out a little?" you said pointing at ushijima, still with a vibrator inside his ass. 

"y/n, p-please stop… this isn't right and you know it."

"oh i know very well it isn't, but who the fuck is gonna come and stop me? certainly not you with that hard-on in your pants." 

you wanted to ruin ushijima more and more everyday, that's why you came up with the plan of completely breaking his mind with a particular someone else in mind. semi eita, one of the setters for the volleyball team. you knew he had a crush on ushijima ever since second year but ushi chose you over him. his feelings didn't die away and in fact it probably grew stronger than before. you wanted to take this chance to also mess with him a little, and see what kind of interesting scene will happen in front of your eyes. 

_

bored, once again. it wasn't because you weren't satisfied with the relationship you had, you just simply wanted more risk and fun in it. ushijima is a very nice boyfriend even if he can be dense sometimes. he's obedient, especially to you. whatever you ask of him he'll almost always do it without fail. whether it was in the streets or in the sheets. the two of you were just out eating ramen till the filthy idea came rushing into your head. 

after going home, you told your boyfriend to wait for you in the storage room afterschool tomorrow and answer a video chat with only his video on. you whispered some questionable instructions into his ears and handed over him a small box for him to put in his backpack later. you told him not to open the box until tomorrow and he listened like a good boy. the rest of the night went on as usual but you were excited to see what will happen tomorrow.

during class the next day you continued to remind ushijima about last night and told him to make sure not to forget about what's suppose to happen later today. while you were enjoying lunch with your boyfriend you nearly forgot to inform the other person about this. you strolled in the semi's classroom casually and walked over to his desk finding him writing the homework that hasn't even been assigned yet.

"heyyy semi, how's it going?" you said with a sly look on your face. 

"oh hey y/n, i'm doing fine, do you need something?" semi said putting his pen down. 

"i was wondering if you had time afterschool today?" 

"i'm afraid not, i have something to attend to after school today, sorry about that." 

"are you sure you can't come? i would really appreciate it if you do, it's something quite important." 

"i really wish i could but i wouldn't want to push this off either-" 

"wakatoshi is going to be there." 

the air stiffened around the classroom as you saw semi tighten his fist. you knew he couldn't resist ushijima, and you didn't want to have to pull out this card either but he left you no choice. you can and will do anything to get what you want. semi turned his head but gave you a light nod in return. that was his signal of submission. 

"i'll see you 15min after school on the balcony~" you said with a smug look and your hands inside your pocket. 

the rest of your classes were so boring you nearly fell asleep. you wanted to get outta there and just carry out the rest of your plan. you were horny and you couldn't do anything about it, the thought of just fucking ushijima on his desk came into your mind a few times but was quickly brushed away after a while.  

you quickly left your seat after class after giving your boyfriend a kiss on the forehead and a small wink. you headed over to the balcony of the school while ushijima headed over to the storage room waiting for your video call. ushijima found out what you gave him in the little box and understood exactly what you meant. he loosened himself up and put in the vibrator at a low setting just like you asked. he then dialed your phone with nothing on but his shirt. 

"y-y/n, i did what you asked, is this good enough?" ushijima said with little moans coming out of his mouth. 

"that's it good boy, such a little slut for me aren't you?" 

ushi nodded his head while attempting to push the vibrator deeper inside him. 

"remember now, no cumming until i say so, alright darling?" 

"yes sir h-hah~" 

you let out a low giggle and put your phone inside your pocket on mute to greet the grey hair male in front of you. 

"hey semi, you're here." 

"yes, where is ushijima? i need to go soon." 

"woah woah what's the rush? follow me, i'll lead you to him."

semi was confused by what you meant but followed anyways. you led him to the storage room and told him to open the door himself. semi's heart began to race, afraid of what might be behind that door. his hands shook at the handle but eventually gained the courage to open it. he closed his eyes and pushed the door to see a heavenly sight he wouldn't even have seen in his dreams. 

ushijima was on the floor wearing nothing but a t-shirt, his eyes closed, moaning your name and playing with his nipples. you ordered him to not cum without your permission so there he is. left on the floor alone, edging himself, desperate to be a good boy for you. ushijima opened his eyes after hearing the door of the storage room creak. out of panic he covered his hard cock and sat up straight, only to find one of his best friends and his boyfriend standing in front of him.

"y-y/n? semi? what are you guys doing here?!" 

"aww look at you, following my instructions, good boy." 

"y-y/n! what is this?!" 

"hey darling, i never said you could stop, did i? now go on, keep pleasuring yourself, and if you do a good job i might just let you cum~" 

"y-yes daddy…" ushijima said as he returned to the position he was in before. 

"y/n! what are you doing! w-why did you even bring me here!" semi shouted out of rage. 

"c'mon semi, look at your crush over there~ all riled up, touching himself, and begging to cum. won't you help him out a little?" you said pointing at ushijima.

"p-please stop… this isn't right and you know it."

"oh i know very well it isn't, but who the fuck is gonna come and stop me? certainly not you with that hard-on in your pants." 

you were right, semi cock couldn't have been harder in his life. seeing his crush fucking himself with a vibrator and begging like a slut. he just couldn't control himself anymore. semi took off his pants and his cock bounced out of his underwear. he didn't even bother lubing himself up, he wanted to make ushi hurt, make him suffer for choosing you over him. while all of this was happening you were simply just an audience, enjoying the show put in front of you. 

"yah fuck you, fucking slut… such a pretty little whore for y/n over there huh? fucking take my cock bitch!" semi grunted. you could hear the rage coming from his voice and that only excited you more. 

ushijima was already out of breath, busy being fucked by semi. eyes rolled back, his tongue sticking out and his soft, overstimulated dick bouncing each time semi shoved further into him. 

you walked over to semi and whispered into his ear. 

"how good does it feel? to finally get what you wanted after so long." 

"shut the fuck up, a-ah you fucking bastard!" semi said as he came into your boyfriend, grunting and moaning out of anger. 

at this point ushijima was pretty much passed out but you haven't had your fun yet. while semi was trying to catch his breath, you quietly unbuckled your belt behind him and revealed your hard cock. you grabbed semi's hands behind him quickly and shoved your dick right into his ass, with no lube whatsoever. 

"a-ah! what the fuck y/n fucking- let me go! what are you h-hah~" 

"wow…look at you semi, just like your little crush over there you are also now getting fucked like a slut huh?" you said in a teasing manner. 

"fuck off a-ah… why are you doing this!" 

"oho? tired of playing nice are we? this is simply just payback, for fucking my boyfriend dumb. in return, i'm going to do the same for you~" 

if semi actually had the strength to fight back he would. however with the giant cock head hitting his prostate over and over again it makes it hard for him to even talk. you kept whispering sweet words into semi's ears telling him how good of a slut he is, fucking someone's brains out and immediately getting the same treatment. sooner or later you fucked the male onto the floor, ass filled with cum and so broken that he can't even stand up anymore. 

and there they were, both of your playthings, wrapped around your finger.

[dorimena]

Hi, I love your work and if your requests are open would you consider the following?

Monoma is on patrol with y/n and Monoma being well....Monoma, he was horny and was teasing y/n. Not having any of this shit, she proceeds to dom the fuck out of him during patrol. She takes him into an alleyway and fucks him with a strap that she had on her already (she was already planning on something but didn’t go through with it because work is work and she’s aware that Monoma and her could take their time when they got home). She pushes him into the wall and fucks him silly. Monoma is loving it and keeps begging “Mommy fuck me more, please!”. She gives him what he wants but she tells him to be quiet or else the bystanders would fine their great Phantom Thief in a puddle of his own cum while getting fucked by his mommy. At some point two civilians hear Monoma panting and hiccuping and get concerned. Y/n keeps fucking him and reassures them that Phantom Thief is fine. He cums then and there and she tells him to reassure the civilians that he’s ok. Monoma whimpers out that he’s fine and y/n cleans him up and cuddles him in the alleyway telling him how much of a good boy he was.

(I’ve been thinking about this ever since I read your shower blowjob story. This man makes the dom in me go crazy. He’s already a whining bitch, having him be like that in the bedroom just- 😫)

Let me say that I’ve had a scene in my head almost the same as this one you sent me and I am absolutely thrilled because yessss more attention to bratty baby Monoma ٩(♡ε♡)۶

And honestly, this man is just asking for it. Bet he wants to fucked anywhere, anytime, as long as he's put back into his place. That's his kink-

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Monoma Neito

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 3.5k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, pegging, mommy kink, slight exhibitionism, public sex, mentioned sex toy (butt plug), implied overstimulation, multiple orgasms, implied after care, domme!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; begging, humiliation, Monoma being a little shit, because he wanted your attention, and to rile the fuck out of you, aged-up character: Monoma is 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; I unknowingly kind of changed a few things from the ask, like the conversation between Monoma and the bystanders, but I hope you like it anon! The ending is kind of rushed, sorry about that!

𝕭𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐

“Now, now, y/n, you know ignoring someone, specifically the love of your life, is a crime? How else are you to beg for my love if you go on and ignore my graceful presence? Are you listening to me? At least lend me your attention.”

He’s been like this for the past couple of hours since you’ve both been assigned together for patrol. You thought it’d be a good idea, and Monoma was also excited when your boss told you both to get ready and head to the neighborhood you’re meant to keep a watch over.

The neighborhood turned out not as empty or quiet as you expected, rather close to a busy street. Some stores and restaurants seem to align themselves around this area.

You thought things would go smoothly, go even better and much quicker now that you and your boyfriend are finally patrolling together, months since you’ve transferred to this agency from your old one.

But Monoma’s been leaving any and every snide remark since you two stepped foot into the area, teasing you for any small mistake he believes should be (loudly) called out for or simply trying to mess up your way of doing things.

You don’t even want to count how many times he’s criticized the way your hero outfit currently looks on you. And no, you’re not getting insecure, but rather more… cautious.

There’s a reason why the uniform seems a bit odd around your crotch, but he doesn’t need to know that, not here, not now. Maybe until you both get home-

You trip, almost falling flat on your face if it weren’t for your boyfriend quickly grabbing you, pulling you up to your feet as he looks at you with panic before it quickly dissipates to his stupid mockery.

“See? You cannot do anything right, not without me at least. You, my dear, cannot live without me yet you still ignored me. This is what I mean when you should listen to me. Anyone would truly be grateful for having me, Phantom Thief, as their beloved lover.”

That’s it. You usually can take so much of his weird comments, but right now he’s pulling anything out of his ass at this point. (Soon you’ll see what actually comes out.)

You don’t answer, just look around to make sure no one is watching as you grab him by his stupid tie, dragging him to the nearest alleyway you remember passing by, glad it’s still pretty empty and dark enough to hide your bodies in the shadows.

He isn’t even struggling, just letting you walk him as if he’s a dog, quietly following you. If you were to turn around, you’d see the way his eyes are wide yet full of lust, his pupils dilated as he mentally cheers, thanking the gods for listening to his horny prayers of being sucked in an alleyway.

Do you know how hard it was for him to not jump you and beg you to help him? All because of how sexy you look in your hero outfit, how the small fixes and modifications bring out more of your body, the body he loves, yearns, desires, every day and night. Hopefully you don’t find his surprise before he can debut it once you guys are back home. (But unintentionally came prepared.)

He’s a complete fool for you, but you can’t know that, or else it’ll be the end of-

“Monoma Neito. You have 5 seconds to tell me why the fuck you’re being a piece of shit tonight.”

He didn’t realize his back is against a cold wall or how you’ve trapped him between your arms, the way you’re glaring at him while counting down in such a low tone, it makes his legs feel weak and threaten to buckle..

“Horny.” He barely whispers, crazed eyes never leaving your face as he stays still, trying to control his breathing and heartbeat as you scan him from head to toe, eyes finally staying in place where his boner is visible, even with how poor the lighting is.

You grin, but not your usual friendly grin or familiar flirty grin, but the ‘I’m gonna fuck you till you die’ kind of grin.

And Monoma’s both terrified yet super, duper much more hornier than before. But, with what are you going to fuck him with?

In a flash, he’s suddenly turned around, his clothed-covered chest pressing against the wall as he feels your hands make quick work on his belt, on his pants, pulling them down to rest on his thighs. He hisses and shivers when the cold air hits every exposed part of him, yet makes his dick twitch in interest.

You also free your bottom half to finally let out the strap on you’ve luckily managed to hide until now, searching your pockets for the small tube of lube you brought with you, just in case.

But when you spread his butt cheeks, you gasp in surprise with the butt plug he’s wearing, going to grab the toy as you slowly pull it out in disbelief.

Did he know?

“I-I want you to know you’re not the, um, only one to be prepared for what they want.” Monoma speaks, but in such a soft tone that it has you wondering if he’s the same person who had pestered you since the beginning of the patrol, the same boyfriend you love who has a talent for being loved and hated simultaneously by various people.

But at least he didn’t know. He simply decided to take this extra mile.

Cute. No wonder he’s such a good boy for mommy… sometimes.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t prepare you, right?”

You don’t wait for his response, not when you dispose of the toy away from you both, and you make quick work to lube up your silicone cock.

Monoma doesn’t get to ask you about the wet sounds behind him, or ask where you threw his butt plug before you’re entering him. You felt how his body jolted, his back arching enough to push his ass back more towards you.

You land a smack against the smooth skin, listening how the impact echoes in the empty alleyway and the way he whimpers in pain.

“You’re such a slut for mommy, aren’t you Monoma?”

“Yes!”

No hesitation.

Monoma usually sounds hesitant whenever you two do something new, as if he evaluates the pros and cons from anything and everything, figuring out if he’ll come out benefitted or you.

But he sounds desperate, shameless. He sounds like he’s ready to cry.

New, but not too surprising. When he wants to, he’ll always be a good boy for his mommy.

“Want to tell mommy again why you were being a little bitch tonight?”

Never mind, his hesitation came back, his mouth pressed shut as you peek at him, trying to catch a glimpse at his periwinkle eyes, wondering what’s taking him so long to answer. He answered you so easily, so quickly a few minutes ago.

You hear a soft mumble, see his lips move but no sound gets to your ears. So you spank him once more, hearing his cute squeak and the way he fucks back.

“Louder.”

“I wanted mommy to fuck me! Fuck me until I can’t walk! Fuck me until I’m just your stupid little hole! Please? I’ll-I’ll be good now, I promise!”

If anyone were to ask you just how stupid Monoma gets when he’s completely horny and turned on, this is a prime example. His usual eloquent vocabulary? Gone. It doesn’t exist once mommy’s pleasing him.

But he’s also promising about being good? Let’s see how good he’ll be then.

No more words are exchanged, just the soft desperate pants of the pretty blond and some small airy whines that leave his mouth in anticipation for what you’ll do next.

You don’t even start slow, you go absolutely feral.

He barely gets to inhale one last deep breath until you’re fucking that out of his lungs, his head turning to look back at you as best he could as his body begins hitting the wall in front of him, his clothes rubbing against the roughness of the bricked exterior of the unknown building. He lifts head enough to not get itself hit against the wall and his hands are clawing at the bricks desperately, trying to find leverage to hold on tightly, his brain struggling to catch up with how vicious yet delicious you’re fucking him.

When he does remember he’s a human who can speak words, he cries out “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” in such high pitches, it sounds like he’s singing, probably trying to continue seducing you into such a horny haze. His pent-up sexual frustration must have been infectious, with how you find yourself being merciless with him and his ass, your hips slamming into the back of his in such a brutal pace you wonder if the skin will bruise, if he’ll be able to sit or walk properly.

Probably not, but that’s the point, isn’t it?

Your baby boy wanted you to fuck the living shit out of him, so that’s what you’ll do, it’s what you’re best at doing.

Fuck the annoyance out of him so that when you guys get home, he passes out.

You momentarily forget you guys are very much still in public and even if it’s night, civilians are very much still awake and walking, either going back home or going to work, maybe hang out with their friends or find themselves a sub to fuck.

Monoma doesn’t even warn you that he’s cumming, not even his loud, prolonged whine of your name gets your attention. But with how he’s spasming around your toy, how his hips are twitching quickly in between your hands, his eyes that never left from looking at you crossing…

Yeah, since you missed that orgasm and you’re not in the mood to exactly punish him, why not fuck him some more until he can’t remember his name and only yours?

You briefly pause, the tip of the toy the only thing still inside of him as one of your hands rubs circles on his lower back and the other remains on his hip.

Through the panting, Monoma lets out a whine, one that sounds almost disappointed. Probably because he came far quicker than what either of you two expected, or because it feels like you’re pulling out already and calling it a night.

No words are exchanged as you watch him catch his breath for a bit more, memorizing how rosy his cheeks and nose look, how the blush looks like it’s on his neck while his white pupils are fully dilated, oozing his adoration for you.

When you hear him suck in a breath, whether he’s preparing a sentence or to finish pulling himself off the toy, you slam back into him, grinning like a maniac upon feeling how his whole body jumped, going back into action and having blood pump everywhere in him, mostly towards his reawakening dick.

And you slam, slam, slam, slamming into him at such a steady pace, making sure to roll your hips the way you know will make him start squealing in such a girly tone, or like a dirty pig he sometimes becomes.

And once you feel him begin to push back on you and one of his hands leave the wall, you lean forward, pushing his body more up on the wall. He’s bent too much, it’s obvious you’re fucking him doggy style. What if people decide to go through this alley?

He obeys but whines in complaint, not wanting you to stop your ministrations as he pulls himself together, standing up as much as he could as to leave his lower back still bent for you.

“Keep your hands on the wall or else I’ll leave you here like this.”

He loves it when you speak to him in such a low voice, in such a way that you know makes him want to suck your cock for days until his jaw hurts. He puts his hands back on the wall, both placed where his face is at, acting as support as he rests his forehead there. His neck hurts a bit from how long he’s been straining to look at you.

You go back to fucking him, going back to what you were doing, moaning his name repeatedly to keep riling him up, arouse him and make him start begging for you to go faster, harder, deeper, make him dirty.

And he does with loud wails, ones that have you freezing and stopping all together, slapping a hand on his mouth and whispering how he should quiet down, unless he wants to be whored to other people.

“Be mommy’s good boy and keep quiet. Unless you want someone else’s cock.”

“No! No muh-mommy! Only y-yours~ Please!” He moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he impatiently grinds against you, feeling how sticky his thighs are getting with sweat and some of his cum and precum, somehow.

“Mommy, fuck me more, please!” He whimpers so cutely, so pathetically, so melodically you’re sure he somehow copied someone’s siren quirk, because your head feels dizzy, your heart is beating erratically and your hips sync with the pulse, forgetting about being consistent with speed, with roughness, with how deep you reach inside of him.

Fucking him silly until he’s trying his best to muffle his screams and cries into the back of his hands pressed on the wall, his fingers trying so hard to find solace on them, to grasp the reality of him being defiled in an empty, dirty alleyway, pressed so ruthlessly against a wall he doesn’t know how exactly dirty it could be.

Monoma’s hiccuping your name until you spank him, growling softly how that’s not who you are, making him wail out “Mommy! Cumming!” in such an erotic way, you wonder if you’re fucking your boyfriend or a girl with how he’s managed to reach such an incredible pitch.

You keep going, and even when he’s done cumming, you don’t stop impaling him, and a hand goes to wrap itself around his dick, trying your best to match this chaotic fucking, hearing how he’s struggling to breath, to comprehend this painful yet electrifying pleasure.

His toes are curling in his shoes, his knees don’t stop buckling, his hips never stop trying to meet with yours, the burn of overstimulation flowing through his veins yet motivating his dick to keep going, to keep obeying, to not disappoint mommy.

Monoma’s speaking gibberish, babbling whatever nonsense and begging he could think of or come to make up, the tips of his fingers turning white with how hard they’re pressing against the bricks as he tries to not fall. He’s not sure how or why he’d fall, but with how you’re touching him, squeezing him, stroking him, playing with him, he’s ready to give into the inquiry of whether being a househusband would have you fucking him like this everyday.

It’s a weird thought, one he’s never had before, one that’s still early to even care about-

Oh my god you’re abusing his prostate!

He’s seeing stars, planets, flashing strobe lights and envisioning his uproaring third orgasm, mouth hung open stupidly as whiny sobs and strangled cries escape him, trying his best to keep quiet like you said but he can’t!

“Feels s’ good!” He slurs, once again turning his head to look at you, eyes completely wet as tears fall in graceful droplets, hair messed up and drool staining a bit of his chin.

And just as you were going to respond, you heard footsteps.

You both freeze: you’re halfway out of him while Monoma’s struggling to not let his coughing fit be heard, having swallowed his saliva far too quickly with the scare.

The sounds stop, but now you both can hear a female voice.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

Monoma whimpers, embarrassed.

So this is how he’ll get caught and shamed.

This is the end of his career.

But you’re not having it, not with how his dick has stopped twitching and is starting to soften.

You’re not done yet, and neither is he.

“Answer, Monoma.” You harshly whisper, wiping your thumb over his hypersensitive tip, making him hiccup loudly before composing himself as best he could.

“Y-yes? It-It is I, Phantom Thief- ooh~”

Another voice pitches in.

“Phantom Thief? The Phantom Thief?!”

“Y-Yes!” Monoma squeaks out, trying to cover up his gasp as you begin to slowly fuck him, making sure to keep hitting him straight to the prostate, amused how he’s gripping his jaw, muffling his hiccups while frantically shaking his head, begging you with his eyes to no, no, please!

The two bystanders gasp, seemingly walking more towards where you and Monoma are, making you press him more into the wall, hoping the angle you’re both in and the small hiding spot is enough to keep you hidden.

“We’re huge fans of yours! But, um, are you alright? We heard someone crying.”

“Fuck!” Monoma whimpers, struggling to keep his breathing in check as you continue to move, even rolling your palm all over his tip, your other hand going to pull at one of his nipples.

“What was that?”

“N-nothing! I’m fin- ugh~”

“You… sure?”

“YES!”

Monoma yells, back arching as his head touches your shoulder, eyes rolling up this head as he’s torn between pushing back or bucking forwards, feeling his body submerged in such an intense heat, in such shame, in such pathetic desperation to cum, he’s begging you in quick hushed moans to please, pretty please, make him cum, he wants to cum, needs to cum again.

“And your fans?” You whisper teasingly, feeling how he shivers with how close your breath is near his ear.

“Fu-uck my fans-”

“Now now, that’s something you never said before. Did I fuck Monoma Neito out of you?”

And you go back with the brutal pace, not caring if the other two bystanders can hear what’s going on, not caring if they come out traumatized or probably aroused with how obvious it is that their dear Phantom Thief is getting fucked in a shady place, in a nasty place, yet he’s silently wailing and convulsing with everything you’re giving him.

Your hand soon enough gets sticky with what little cum his poor, weak body produced, his hole clenching tightly around your strap-on while his hands fly back to grasp any part of you that he could reach, which ended up being your head.

The bystanders speak again while Monoma’s busy wheezing his gratitude.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We could call the police-”

“I’m alright! ‘m fine~” He managed to sing-song, but if you heard a bit of his whimper seep from the last word, you don’t say anything, simply slow down your stroking before pausing.

You hear their footsteps slowly go back towards where they probably came from, making Monoma let out shaky exhales of relief and satisfaction, small giggles slipping from time to time as you kiss his neck, his cheek, his jawline.

And once you are certain you’re both alone again, you slowly pull out of him, helping him to turn around so that his back presses against the wall.

Until he grimaces.

“My essence is, from my deduction, splattered on this disgusting wall.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you point down to where his pants are, laughing harder when you see how his grimace turns into a face of disgust, horror, shame, surprise, arousal- wait what?

You don’t question the last one, simply letting out the last of your giggles while you search for the disinfectant wipes you tend to carry with you in your utility belt. And once they’ve been found, you make him lick your cum-covered hand first before properly passing a wipe. You hand Monoma one so that he cleans his face if needed, disinfect his hands, his thighs, anywhere he thought he needed to clean.

No, that's a lie. You took care of his thighs and pelvis, trying your best to clean the spots where his cum reached his pants before peppering a few gentle kisses around his exposed skin.

Pulling his briefs and pants up, buttoning, zipping, fasting his belts. You let out a happy sigh, fixing his hair and tie.

You then fix yourself.

“Who’s mommy’s good boy, Monoma?”

He somehow managed to chirp. “I am, mommy.”

“Then, you’ll stop being a bitch tonight, right? Mommy made sure to fuck it out of you.”

“Oh, um,” aw, he’s blushing. “I suppose…”

When you both walk away from the much-more defiled wall, you hold back an amused snort with how Monoma seems too unstable with his feet, how his legs seem to shake with every step he tries to take and how frustrated he looks with how uncooperative his body is.

You decide that chilling and cuddling in that corner wouldn’t be so bad, and considering how your shift ended minutes ago, you doubt either you or Monoma will get into trouble.

[parkersbliss]

Part of The Crows

pairing: the crows x reader (all platonic)

warnings: shadow & bone spoilers? cursing?

wc; 800 ish

synopsis: the life of a crow trying to kidnap the sun summoner is not easy

a/n; this was fun to write will probably do more if anyone likes it :D

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first things first

how did you become a part of this?

well..

lets just say you were an assassin

like the best one in ketterdam

and assigned to kill mr. brekker himself

you have full confidence that you can

but when you sneak into his office

he’s just standing there, leaning on his cane

“whatever he’s paying you, I’ll double it.”

“what?”

“join my crew.”

“you do understand I’m here to kill you, right?”

kaz shrugs, sitting on his desk

“I’ll double it.”

you were never going to say no

no one says no to kaz brekker

“yes, okay.”

“good. first assignment, go kill your old boss.”

and now you’re kaz’s personal assassin

you met jesper the next day

the first thing you do is fawn over his gun tricks

and he is more than happy to show off

“someone here finally appreciates me.”

kaz rolled his eyes

“is he always like that?”

jesper shakes his head. “he’s worse.”

then, you met inej

and as soon as kaz lead you to meet her, it was awkward

not awkward for them

but for you as you stood there and watched them just look at each other

there was something there

you coughed

“right. this is inej.”

you two instantly became best friends

you loved going places with her

more specifically, missions

she did the spying, you did the killing

and of course, we come to the big reveal

“one million Kruge?”

“to cross the fold?”

“money isn’t anything if we’re dEAD”

kaz shuts both you & jesper up with one look

“I have a plan.”

“do you now? just a reminder cant exaclty just walk through it.”

sometimes kaz wishes you came with a “very sarcastic” warning

obviously you guys take the job

and spend the entire fucking night trying to find a way across the fold

that’s eight hours of sleep you wasted with kaz of all people

running around ketterdam

which turns from let’s find a way across the fold to heartrender

and then you find the heartrender

take her to dreesen

“criminals.”

you resist the urge not to laugh

was it THAT obvious?

“mr. brekker, no business man worth his salt hires his first applicant.”

*cue threat from kaz and jesper showing off his gun*

“you wouldn’t.”

“no business worth his salt would bargain for what he could take.”

you cross your arms, smirking

oh it felt good to be the ones in charge

“two weeks ago he crossed through the fold on foot.”

your eyes bug out of your head at that

and now you’re supposed to kidnap the sun summoner?

you, jesper & kaz share the same look of “utter bullshit”

“her name is alina starkov”

BANG

milana screams

no one else flinches

“you have until sunrise.”

oh great, another late night expedition

“he doesn’t have a way across the fold, you guys know that.”

you shrug, “it’s kaz.”

“just take the bet,” jesper whines

inej takes a shot

“he’s obsessed with taking down pekka rollins.”

“well of course he’s obsessed with taken down the guy who’s paid off stadwatch to get away with murder.”

“It’s more than that. I’ve seen the way kaz looks when he says his name. He wants revenge.”

you raise a brow at jesper, you thought kaz might’ve told her already

then inej is being summoned

“you want company?”

“No.”

“I meant to-,”

“Just shut up jesper,” you said, patting him on the back

then in strolls mr. brekker himself

you don’t comment on the bruise forming on his face

“you all right, boss?”

kaz takes a shot, one that was YOURS

but you don’t say anything

“no. we’ve been wanted off the job.”

“by who?”

“who do you think?”

“did he recognize you?”

“if he did, I’d be dead.”

kaz checks his watch, “five hours till sunrise.”

“we’re off the job tho, right?”

god, that boy is so stupid

“never make a decision out of fear jesper, only out of spite.”

“well, greed always worked for me.”

“I prefer for the fun of it. or you know, sweet revenge.”

“you just like showing off your skills.”

“so do you.”

silence then “both of you, leave.”

you roll your eyes, nudging jesper

“lets go before kaz has both our heads on spikes.”

anyway

you’re functioning on no sleep running around ketterdam

and then inej asks jesper to kill someone for him

and then kaz finds a lead

and now you’re playing distraction with jesper as charming as ever

you’re so lucky you found the conductor

only after inej almost killed him

I mean seriously

“Don’t,” Kaz said

and then there’s a knife like inches from your head

“I’ll need 20 pounds of alabaster coal, a pack of majdaloun jurda and uh… a goat”

you begged to go get the goat

I mean literally begged

“kaz, pLEASE PLEASE PLEASE”

“(Y/N)…”

“Kaz.”

“Mate just let her go get the goat.”

“fine-”

“YES”

“You’re with me.”

“Oh for fu-”

anyway you get the goat

kaz grips his cane and looks at you with raised eyebrows

you’re just like clutching this little goat

with all the love in the world in your eyes

and kaz cannot understand WHY

but that’s kaz

then of course you see the conductor making deals he shouldn’t

“kaz you have your scheming face.”

“I’m not-”

“I don’t like that face.”

“For the record, you don’t like any of my faces.”

“I dislike this one the most.”

if kaz could, he would punch you

“yOU GAMBLED?”

addiction is real

jesper is a perfect example of this

“ITS FINE”

“THERE ARE PEOPLE CHASING YOU”

“THATS NOTHING NEW”

“BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP AND GET IN”

land mine go boom

“please tell me you have 20 pounds of coal?”

“so slight snag in the plan…”

“we know you gambled it,” kaz deadpanned.

“I lost a little bit of money”

kaz gives him the look

“I lost all of the money, BUT I managed to steal 20 pounds of alabaster coal”

“this is sixteen”

“SIXTEEN pounds of alabaster coal”

“can we do it in sixteen?”

“never been done before.”

cue the dirty looks from everyone at jesper

you sit across from inej next to kaz

and then the tracks aren’t connected

mass panic, mostly from jesper

arker explains that it’s all fine as long as the volcra don’t attack

spoiler alert, they do

and one gets stuck on a spike

it just goes downhill from there

the coal is gone

“tHiS iS hOw wE dIE”

“jesper, gRAB THE GOAT”

“I’m not throwing out the goat”

“GRAB THE DAMN GOAT ITS NOT BAIT ITS FOR YOU”

inej grabs her knife and starts praying

“HUG THE GOAT AND SHUT THE HELL UP”

and then arker casually says you’ll definitely die with the volcra weight

BUT JESPER SHOOTS THEM ALL

so now everything is fine

then a volcra rips open the top

and now arker is screaming

Inej is praying

jesper might as well be aLMOST crying

kaz looks unfazed

and you’re

well you

you’re screaming AT kaz

“kAZ BREKKER I WILL HAUNT YOU IN THE AFTER LIFE”

“THIS WAS THE STUPIDEST IDEA EVER”

“HOW ARE YOU SO CALM?? DO YOU REALIZE WE ARE GOING TO DIE”

you don’t die

jesper shoots it

you lived

for now

you get off the train

brush yourself off, pretend like nothing happened

kaz coughs looking at you

“my promise stands true, by the way”

“is that so?”

“I will haunt you if I die”

“I have no doubt”

“asshole”