#holy hell this is refreshing

[cloudbends]

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WONDERFUL PRECURE

[magnusbae]

Hello my dears, New day, new horrendous Chrome UI update. 🎉🎉🎉

Fear not, even while they removed the flags from the settings which permitted to disable it in previous waves, and really want you to use their new UI, and really do act like a bully who just doesn't accept the word 'no'— there's still a way to disable it :)

thanks reddit user diegounion 🤍

Basically you right click the icon of the chrome wherever you usually use it, this guide will be for taskbar, under the cut other locations if you need :)

1.CLOSE ALL CHROME WINDOWS!! 2.Right click the chrome icon on the taskbar:

2.right click the chrome line again and click "properties"

3.inside the tab "shortcut" on the target/destination line, you must add the disabling of the new update in the following manner:

You will see this written: "C:\Program Files\Google\Chrome\Application\chrome.exe" you will need to add, with a space, this: --disable-features=CustomizeChromeSidePanel It'll end up like this: "C:\Program Files\Google\Chrome\Application\chrome.exe" --disable-features=CustomizeChromeSidePanel 4.Apply and it's fixed, cheers :)

copy pasted from reddit for the other chrome shortcut locations:

If you have Chrome pinned to the start menu, open Windows Explorer and navigate here: C:\ProgramData\Microsoft\Windows\Start Menu\Programs When you find the Chrome icon, repeat the six steps. If you have Chrome on your desktop, you do the same, repeat the six steps.

[blkkizzat]

Mess Up Your White Tee, I'll Eat You Dirty~ ♡

Otaku!Gojo x Bimbo!Reader~ ♡

𝐜𝐰: otaku!gojo—nuff said ♡ minor references to this thirst. 𝐰𝐜: 2670 𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬: @buttercupblu143 for goated inspo & @yung-notorious for beta.

Otaku!gojo who has you tooted up, ass-naked on all fours—your knees planted at on the bed, titties squished into the mattress. Your feet dangling off the edge as your toes curl just like your spine—deeply in a mean arch.

Never failing to make you the star of his own hentai fantasies, of course Gojo loves to have you spread wide for him.

Both your asshole and pussy exposed, gaping on full display so your freakass otaku boyfriend can devour your pussy from the back like she's a refreshing bowl of kakigori on a hot summer day.

Although it's not like Gojo can enjoy the view when he's practically drowning himself in your cunny. His face obscenely drenched and dripping with your juices as he slurs deliriously into your gooey hole.

"Bunnn, s'gud—shiiii... s-she's mochi sweet~!"

Gojo's favorite lil' mochi ball, of course, being your clit. So cute and swollen, he makes sure to pay special attention to her as he takes his time savoring the texture of your sensitive flesh.

In between the suction of his sloppy puckered lips, Gojo's tongue peaks out to lap gently at her before swirling the tip across every nerve on your lewd bud. The tortuously euphoric sensations leaving you seeing stars as you've lost track on how many times you've cum thus far.

The results of Gojo's messy eating gush through your folds, ass and thighs as your slick and his spit reflects a glossy sheen that glows in the dim room when the first rays of early morning light pour in.

That's right—it's already morning.

Shiiit.

You'd lost count of how long he'd been at it when he said he needed a 'midnight snack'. Yet this is completely your own fault Bunny for telling Toru he could 'eat whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't get crumbs in the bed again.'

You didn't think the first thing he'd reach for would be you!

Nevermind that you felt like crumbling yourself—limbs frail like goo, you can't even run now. Utterly at this otaku freak's mercy and he didn't look like he was slowing down anytime soon.

"P-Please...s't-toru—hiccup—stawp, enough..."

But his perverted nonsensical coos for you to stay still make him sound like a weak and wounded animal—like the lil' freak actually thought he'd die if he didn't bury his face deeper into your quivering cunt.

The sound grips at your heartstrings and would almost have you feeling sympathetic for him if it wasn't for the contrast of Gojo's own swiney hands gripping onto your hips with unearthly strength, keeping you in place—making you feel more like the prey.

Truthfully you weren't going anywhere and no matter how pathetically helpless Gojo appeared, he'd always muster the most devout dedication to worshipping your body.

All you can do is brace yourself right now, biting down harder on the sheets. As a testament to that wet spot beneath you is bigger than your own face at this point. Evidence of how badly you've drooled and damn near chewed a hole through the custom 100% egyptian cotton digimon themed linen.

But it's times like these you were thankful your eyes spent more time in the back of your head then starring the cute cuddly Gatomon and Gammamon characters smiling back at you on the sheets—they were too innocent to be subjected to Toru's depravity, they—

—wait! The hell!? For that matter how come you even remember their names!? Urgh.

"O-One more... jusss' one more! P-Plwease, Bunny! My ecchi angel... blwess me with your holy pussy water jussst once more my pervy prwincess, I-I need it!"

Gojo's words have you both recoiling a mix of cringe and overstimulation as you feel him pull back briefly to spit a wad of fluids onto your plump sloppy pussy only to just as quickly slurp the suds back up again.

The wet, gurgling sounds of his lecherous gluttony echo in surround sound throughout the bedroom.

Yet despite all the shame and cringe the most overwhelming feeling is the disbelief that your body hadn't gone completely numb already—somehow you feel another orgasm building, relentless and inevitable.

God, something had to be equally as wrong with you for enjoying Toru's ecchi ways this much, not to mention, remembering the names of actual digimon on the sheets—Gojo's otaku influences would literally be the end of you...

Furthermore, you even don't know how Gojo's still going at this point!

Although you were making a big enough mess all yourself, you knew the sheets below your hips were not only stained with your creamy fluids but his own thick cum. A small puddle had formed on the completely saturated sheets as you couldn't keep track of how many times the lil' freak has cum—moaning obscenities into your pussy as he nuzzles your asshole down to your clit with his entire face.

All the while dick throbbing against the bed completely untouched each time.

He should have been tapped out from dehydration by now.

You had to do something to stop this seemingly never ending cycle—get him to fuck you somehow or something so your pussy could finally drain his completely balls dry and you could get some well earned sleep!

Like clockwork, upon another warm ejaculation spurts out to splash against your knees. The intensity of Gojo's throaty cries soften against your skin and you can feel gojo's insane grip on your cheeks loosening slightly.

Now is your chance before he recovers—you absolutely have to use this moment to turn things to your advantage!

Willing your body to cooperate, your arms are trembling as you push yourself upright. Torso rising while your legs slip further off the bed, towards the floor—seeking just enough leverage to turn around. You’re so focused, gathering the energy just to move a bit, you don’t even notice the sole of your foot brushing—ever so lightly and completely unintentional—right up against Gojo’s cock.

Immediately the raw sound that leaves him is sharp and guttural, a croaked moan straight from the depths of his chest as his eyes shoot open wide. Already hypersensitive and twitchy from release—not to mention delirious with lust from eating your coochie damn near off the bone all night—your foot is the last thing Gojo expects to feel in the moment.

Gojo’s sudden cry startles you, making you freeze mid-motion. The jolt steals your momentum, and before you can recover, your arms buckle beneath you—sending you crashing back down face-first into the sticky, aftermath of your own undoing.

But it's too late now... and before you know it Gojo grabs your ankles, repositioning you back into your arch as he pulls your feet up and together, slotting his thick, throbbing length between them.

Shit the feeling is almost painful.

Gojo forces his cock, still red and throbbing from just previously ejaculating to rub against the soft soles of your feet—fuck they are just too warm and welcoming to resist fucking into!

Any attempts to jerk away are even more futile than before in this position.

In fact, you're actually spurring him on.

You don't realize it, but the way your toes are squirming has them unintentionally fondling gojo's big breeder sack, already engorged as his more turned on than ever—full with his next creamy load ready to blow.

Gojo himself is in utter bliss.

He truly loves every inch of you—even if you are usually too ticklish and embarrassed to let him worship your feet for very long.

But this—your angelic, goddess-like hentai footies wrapped around his dick?

Amazing.

Phenomenal.

Revolutionary even!

In his mind Gojo deems it the best fucking sheath for his hard and leaky cock...well, third best other than your pretty mouth and perfect pussy of course!

Gojo thrust begin slow at first, the head of his cock sliding between your arches, his previous spilled release smearing across your skin like a filthy markings a dog would of his own territory.

God, why hadn't plotted to use your divine lil' feetsies as a onahole before!?

Well, Gojo suppose he has.

He's definitely rubbed his dick feverishly against the dakimakura image of you, which highlighted how cute and pretty your feet were, whenever you're away.

Gojo had made a custom printed pillow—one of many versions—decorated with the image his favorite shot from that absurdly over-the-top yet iconic photoshoot he somehow convinced you to do—ya know, the one where you actually let him dress you in his homemade Digimon TCG lingerie.

Those ultra rare and some one-of-a-kind cards sewn together with obsessive care with paper paste and dental floss adorned your kneeling body in the photo.

Heels tucked right beside your ass, feet bare and exposed as the only parts of your body were covered were clad in a scandalous collage of holographic Megas. One of your arms folded defensively under the shiny balconette-like-card-bra—the other behind you as your back arched just right looking over your shoulder at him with wide, uncertain eyes. The cards formed lingerie so epically scandalous it could both summon a digital monster and a nosebleed—and it surely had that effect for Gojo.

The very peak of 'ecchi cosplay couture', Gojo had nutted many times over the perfect image from the perfect memory of you looking both mortified and turned on—dressed like the final boss of his wet dreams and immortalized on a dakimakura he had made MANY prints of for when he inevitably dirtied one beyond repair.

But now? This?

Gojo doesn't think the dakimakura does the seductively silken feeling of your actual feet on his cock any justice—he's hooked like an addict now.

“F-Fuhhhck, B-Bunny bae, your feet feel s-s'gud, angel.”

Even with his cock melting between your footies, Gojo can't keep his face outta your cunt for long.

Only allowing you what seems like mere moments of reprieve before his tongue dives back right in. Licking, fucking and sucking it into your gummy hole like he’s trying to juice every last drop of pleasure from your peachy pussy. Your ass jiggles from your ankles jerking your legs back with every thrust of his hard cock pumping between your feets.

And despite your utter repulsion at the way your feet being so vulgarly violated—you're moaning, shamelessly writhing even at all the foreign sensations.

You're absolutely mortified—you think you are... at least you would be if the absolute perverted frenzy Gojo worked himself into wasn't affecting you as well. The once ticklish tingles that would have your recoiling are now amplifying the electricity you feel in your core and despite yourself you're sinking back into Gojo's face—much to his excitement.

No matter how hard you try not to be as turned on as you are, Gojo's pure otaku fueled depravity is too contagious.

You lose yourself and your senses melt in the sound of skin slicking and squelching as his long length slides along your skin.

So wet—so obscene—mingling with the slurps of his tongue still gorging on your cunt, working her overtime. You clench around his tongue, obediently giving him more and more of the creamy essence his flicks beckon forth.

In turn, Gojo's hips piston even faster now—his hot girth sliding through the tight tunnel of your feet he uses his palms to press even deeper around. The intense friction making him babble more delusional praises into your cunt.

"Ah-Ah-Ahhhh shiiiiiit my sweet perverted hentai queen's feet is g-gonna make me blow s'f-fucking hard—ya foot pussy gonna be a gud nasty girl for me n'take it all Bunny?!?!"

Gojo growls, his voice distorts into your pussy once more, the erotic hums building uncontrollable pressure in your belly as your final orgasm coils tight like a spring.

Likewise Gojo's length is thrashing wildly between your feet, the tip oozing precum with every thrust, as his balls slap roughly into your curled toes—he’s so close.

"C-Cumm, cum, cum, cum—ah, with m-me pwease pwincess, wuv you—all of you, pussy, feet, ass—HAH!"

More deranged than ever, you don't know how you can even understand his desperate muffled pleas and yet somehow your body does. Because just like that, you’re coming undone, your pussy spasming as pleasure wrecks through your body. Feet arching, constricting even more around his cock, milking him as he lets out the most pathetic whine of the night so far.

Gojo blunted nails dig around your ankles as his thrusts slow. His cum still somehow shooting out in thick, hot ropes, splattering across your soles all the way up to the back of your thighs, splashing down on the bed and floor.

Finally spent, Gojo pulls out, dragging you too him—he's trembling, you both are. Yet while he's deliriously giggling, your legs still twitch as you can still sense the phantom strokes of his tongue digging into your cunny. Your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of what seemed like non stop orgasms all night.

It's almost enough for you to want his cock up there for real now if every other muscle in your body wasn't screaming for rest, fearful he'd catch a second, no, fourth wind of the night.

Gojo mutters against your skin, his voice hoarse.

“You’re so so fucking perfect Bunny, m'so lucky to have a princess as pervy and nasty as you.”

Gojo softly peppers kisses on your neck but you ignore him as you hum in response.

Eyes shut—you're preoccupied. Your brain bargaining with your body on if and how you were going to manage to get up, at least long enough to grab the wet wipes from Gojo's desk and rip the nasty sheets off the bed.

"My Bunny-hime, don't worry about the mess, I'll buzz the maid—"

"NO!!"

Eyes flying open you immediately reject the offer. The last thing you wanted was to see any of the night shift maids who you suspect heard the symphony of lewd noises coming from the room all night—typically being close by in case they were ever needed.

You already have a hard time looking any of the staff of the Gojo residence in the manner. Even if they all seem perfectly "normalized" to the eccentric tastes of the family, what with routine maintenance of the sex dungeon and all. You don't see them bat and eye as they look completely normal, transporting baskets of sanitized sex toys or cleaning and dusting the expansive lewd museum of hentai figures.

"Mmm, n-no, Toru... I mean, its late, ah, I mean super early still! Don't bother them, just... let's just go sleep in a guest room hm? I just wanna cuddle."

You manage a small tight lipped smile in your exhaustion. You knew how much he loved sleeping in his own room, on his custom digimon sheets but you're hoping the promise of cuddling and softly caressing his undercut would be enough in his exhaustion to spare you the embarrassment.

"Kay! Whatever, you wish my ecchi angel!"

You sigh in relief as Gojo slips a t-shirt over you before he scoops you up princess time. His own arms are shaky with exhaustion but you feel comforted in the fact you know he'd sooner die then ever drop you. Also you are thrilled you didn't have to remind him anymore to at least cloth you before he tried to leave his room.

Burrowing your face in his chest you drift off as you feel his arms.

Otaku!gojo who smiles once more as he sees you drift off, placing a kiss to your forehead. His own thoughts drifting as he makes his way to one of the many Gojo estate guestrooms.

As much as he loves fucking your pussy, he wonders if you'd let him fuck other parts of your body now... like your armpit.

Oh! Oh! Maybe if he shibari tied your leg and thigh together he could fuck the crease of your thigh...

Gojo’s face lights up with excitement, eyes gleaming as he looks down, ready to ask what you’d think about that—only to find you fast asleep.

He chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. Yeah… he’d let you rest for now.

an: hopefully this lil throwaway oneshot can hold you otaku!gojo girlies off for a while 🩵🤭. i'm still working on the nursery p3 but i got a burst of inspo when i was told the gospel of forced footjobs while getting eaten out from the back. hsjdfbkjshdbfs. i think this one even out freaks the suguru footjob fic i did. btw, manga is 'oohata-san is my dream gyaru!' (there's an hentai coming soon i talk about that and link the preview here)

[digitald0rk]

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* NERD ALERT ! [ 1 ]

pairing — mark grayson x gn!reader.

synopsis — in which mark falls for the new comic book store employee who matches his nerd [ and he hopes his freak too :3 ] and realizes he wants that effing cookie SO BADD.

warnings — super duper self indulgent! mark being mark, mention of blood like once. sappiness overload RAHHHH. not proofread.

w.c — 2.1 k.

a/n — this is part 1 btw, the second part's gonna be focused y'all's relationship. this is SO SO SLEF INDULGENT LMAO. i am that annoying little fly that keeps buzzing when it comes to my interests, my ass keeps going, "holy shit is that xyz reference???" :0 like GIRL STOP PULLING THESE REFERENCES OUT YO ASS 🤓 if you're like this too just know i think you're super based and awesomesauce gang :D BE ANNOYING ABOUT YOUR INTERESTS!! it's honestly so refreshing, anyways :p lemme know what you think of this!

taglist — @vm4879bb-blog [ lemme know if you wanna be added too ]

READ PART [ 2 ] HERE.

it was another normal ordinary day, he was just binging the new volumes of seance dog in his favorite little comic book store because being a superhero leaves no time for that, thank god he has some time off.

it was another normal ordinary day, that is until you walked in.

well more like look insanely good behind that cash register.

he asks himself, mind racing a mile a minute, how has he never noticed you before? are you a new employee? why the hell is his heart beating so fast? are you single?

the moment he sees you smile at some customer, he's doomed.

he has to talk to you. he has to-

oh god wait. he's been staring, hasn't he? no no no! what if you think he's some loser or worse a creep. [a weirdo what the hell am i doing hereeeee sorry had to lol]

and when your gazes meet for a split second, he whips his head away way too fast, if he wasn't a viltrumite he definitely would've gotten whiplash, his eyes immediately zeroing on the comic in his hand, which is actually upside down. not that he realizes because he's too busy thinking about how he'd love to get lost in your pretty eyes, he needs to get a grip, what is he fourteen?

it's just some dumb fleeting infatuation and-

then he hears a laugh. peeking up from the still upside down seance dog volume, hoping to god it's not your laugh because if it is, he longs to hear it again.

it was your laugh. oh he's in deep.

and he swears he's never heard a more beautiful thing. sap.

he needs to be the reason to make you laugh.

oh shit he's holding it upside down, hopefully you didn't notice (*_*;)

it takes him a whole ass week to muster up the courage to talk to you, he'd only check out with his new additions and issues when it wasn't your shift.

he's checked himself in the mirror a gazillion times, his hair looks okay, maybe he should've worn the blue shirt, it makes his eyes pop out-

he's mark grayson, he's invincible for fuck's sake.

still his palms grow sweaty as he approaches you to check out, little do you know he already has these volumes, he's just desperate to talk to you okay.

"hi." and great, his voice cracks.

but your sweet smile makes him forget about it. he watches you as you scan his items, typing away as you do so.

he kind of wants to hold your hand. is that bad?

"so, seance dog huh?" oh shit you're making conversation with him? oh my god calm down calm down calm down-

"yeah, it's uh one of my favs." he flashes a small smile, a nervous one.

"no way! same!" you beam at him, sheepishly showing him the small seance dog hair clip holding your hair in place like it's some sort of national treasure.

you're telling him that you, the cute comic book store employee he's been crushing on for weeks now, likes seance dog?

he's dreaming.

he has to be.

right?

then you say something, something only a huge seance dog fan would know.

and he swears he hears wedding bells, he can already see walking down the aisle.

it takes him a ridiculously long time to recover, eyes widening comically as he processes that this is infact not a dream.

"you okay there?" you ask slightly amused.

your voice breaks him out of that little trance you just unknowingly put him in, his eyes flitting to the name tag on your shirt-

he can't help himself from muttering your name, soft and reverent like a prayer.

a little flustered giggle leaves your mouth.

oh.

oh.

he made you laugh? he feels like he's on top of the world, he introduces himself, his smile widening when he shakes your offered hand.

william's gonna have a field day with this one.

after that one conversation, he's grown comfortable around you over the past few weeks.

and he's fallen even deeper in love.

he's less tense and awkward around you, rambling about everything and anything, conversation flows easily between you two now.

you'd call him the second you'd read the new volumes of your shared favorite comics to talk to him about it, he does the same.

he puts you on his favorite comics, you put him on yours along with whatever you're big into. it's a win-win really.

he's never been happier.

you make him feel so seen.

he doesn't feel the need to hide parts of himself from you. he loves when you buy him matching merch or just little trinkets of his interests.

rex made fun of mark's little italian charm bracelet once, because what do you mean the strongest man on the planet has a matching charm bracelet with all the things he loves on it that he always wears?

it actually broke the first time he wore it to a fight because obviously, what was he thinking? gets very sad when he can't find all the pieces to put it back together, asks cecil to remake it with some metal that won't break from the impact of alien attacks or whatever decides to mess with the peace of earth the next time. he gets all pissy when he gets blood on it :(

"aw that's adorable!" rex would tease him, but mark would just get all excited because he gets to talk about you <3

cue him rambling about all the things you made for him or got for him that align with his favorite pieces of media and interests, rex does NOT understand half of those words but hey as long as invinciboy's happy.

rex is not making that mistake again lol, also he thought you were dating mark because of the way his eyes turn into literal hearts whenever you're mentioned, so imagine the look on his face when mark's all bashful like, "nah i wish :(" rex goes, "man you two are so fucking oblivious." and he's right.

even outside of your little nerdy conversations and hang outs, when he comes to you for comfort, he feels safe.

and that — feeling safe, not being on edge 24/7 isn't easy for him, but you make it easier than breathing.

he feels loved when you hold him, rub his back and make some dumb joke when he's having a bad day.

he lives for the references you make out of nowhere.

"holy shit is that-" you start excitedly.

"i was just gonna say that!" he laughs.

pointing out things that he thinks are references to his favorite media and you joining him, this has to be love.

"why does that cloud lowkey look lik-" he starts and you finish his sentence for him, he laughs at how you two are almost always on the same wavelength.

once the secret is out that he's invincible, he'll literally just fly to some foreign country to get you what you want, oh what's that? a new figurine of your favorite anime just dropped? it's only available in japan? it's already yours <3 anything for you, he's whipped. [ god bless his bank account i imagine it's in negative LMAOOOO because his ass is definitely not letting u pay :( ]

and when you oh so sheepishly hand him the seance dog plushie you crocheted for him as his birthday present, muttering something along the lines of how "it's not good enough" or "it looks a little funny", i mean yeah seance dog has seen better days for sure where his eyes are the same size, he has to physically stop himself from kissing you senseless, because how dare you be this thoughtful and sweet.

yeah he's in love alright.

after a lot of restless nights and convincing from william, he finally decides to ask you out after six months of longing and yearning.

you two are currently in your room, hanging out. you had invited him over to watch the new reboot of your favorite sci fi series, although the internet seems to have a different plan as the video keeps buffering and loading.

you groan in annoyance, refreshing the page, still nothing.

so when you give up and let it do it's thing, aka the good ol "pretending not to care so it'll load faster", mark takes this as a sign.

"hey uh-" he opens his mouth, he's going to piss himself, he can't do this.

"yeah?" you reply. he sounds awfully nervous.

he stares at you, holding your gaze, lips slightly parted before taking a deep breath.

he ends up immediately blurting out the words he'd practiced a thousand times, "iloveyousomuch", his words are hurried as if he's scared you'll leave him if he's not quick enough.

he pauses, realizing this isn't exactly going to plan. he has just confessed his feelings, it's done now. there's no going back from this and that scares him.

he's also considering just making a run for it, or well fly for it, your window's open afterall.

he avoids your gaze like the plague, the ground suddenly very interesting.

he hesitantly adds, "i have for awhile now actually", might as well serve his heart on a silver platter to you it's all yours anyways, it beats for you, he thinks.

his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. he can't stop his mouth, it moves on it's own, "im sorry if- if this ruins our friendship i just-"

"i love you too mark", you can't help yourself from confessing back, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"i just can't do this, i can't be friends when everytime i look at you i want to ki-" wait.

it's actually adorable the way he looks at you all wide eyed when his brain finally processes what you said.

did you just say you love him back?

nope, that's just his terrible hearing that comes with being a superhero, all wishful thinking.

but the way you're looking at him tells him otherwise and your words only confirm that his hearing is perfectly fine.

"you were saying?" you tease him, daring him to finish that sentence.

thank god the teasing is back, this is familiar territory. his nerves calm down a bit.

a minute of silence passes before he speaks.

"so that just happened", he chuckles, he wants to be all suave and cool and say something that'll make you blush, but he can't.

he doesn't need to.

because that's not him, he's mark grayson, he's awkward, a sweetheart and a big nerd. he just needs to be himself to make you swoon.

you know this, he knows this.

he knows you accept him for who he is, so he doesn't think twice about leaning in when you reach out to cup his face, leaning in as well.

your acceptance, your love, you. that's all he needs.

and the moment your lips meet his he realizes those six months were worth it.

he gently pulls you closer by your waist, his touch hesitant, it takes all his power to not just pull you flush against him and show you just how much he adores you.

when you pull him closer by the neck, his toned chest brushing against yours, he has to stop from letting out a small pleased groan.

you're just as desperate as he is.

kissing you like this is dizzying, he can even taste the sweetness and slight tang of the strawberry dessert you two had shared earlier on your lips and it only serves to drive him crazier.

his body practically aches when you pull away, chasing your lips. he can't get enough.

"easy alien boy", you chuckle, trying to catch your breath — resting your forehead against his, nose scrunching a little when he kisses the tip of it, nuzzling his own nose against yours afterwards.

his smile is sickeningly sweet and contagious. "i love you", he whispers.

and when you whisper it back he giggles happily, pressing a kiss to your head - he pulls you in his warm embrace. relishing in the feel of your body against his, fitting like a missing puzzle piece.

it's like you were made for him.

a scream from the tv ruins the intimate atmosphere, ah so now it decides to load. you two stare at each other, a collective look of "are you seeing this shit" is exchanged before you two burst into laughter.

both of you could care less about the show playing on the tv, too busy indulging in long passionate sweet kisses.

"the new issue of batm-" you jokingly start against his now swollen lips.

"baby! we're kinda having a moment here", he scoffs playfully, the dumb lovesick smile on his face only widening.

"no but seriously the new issue sucked ass. they mischaracterized him sooo bad and-", he complains, not moving a centimeter away from your lips.

"and you're a nerd" you cut him off, pulling him close by the collar of his shirt for another kiss.

"hey that's friendly fire!" he hopes you'll always shut him up with a kiss <3

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[innorality]

imagine fucking clark kent... mid air.

this probably—most definitely—wasn't your brightest idea.

but it's not everyday you get to fuck and fly with superman now, do you?

you had to convince him to do it. he loved you, and loved being intimate with you, but this was—and he was sure of it—one hell of a bad idea. so it took you weeks, actual weeks, of begging and convincing, talking about it, mapping out every reason why you thought this was genius.

"please, kent, please! it'll be so fun and refreshing!" you sat on his lap while he was laying down on the bed, looking up at you, shaking his head. "people will notice and see us, sweetie." you ran your hands up his chest, "if you go high up enough, they won't even see a thing!"

finally, after two weeks of not touching you (because you refused to let him do so unless it was to take you mid air), he agreed.

you were tightening your silk robe around your waist, waiting for him by the balcony. you obviously weren't wearing anything underneath it, considering the main goal was intimacy. he arrived, in his own black robe, and grabbed you firmly yet delicately by the waist.

"are you ready, pretty?" he asked, voice low and protective. your knees buckled a bit, but you nodded. "of course." and he tightened his grip around your waist before jumping up in the air, and holy shit-

you were flying.

then, you noticed his hand wonder. the hand that he hadn't used to grip you was snaking its way inside your robe, brushing against your boobs and hardened nipples, before migrating all the way down to your cunt.

"f-foreplay? mid-flight?" and he chuckled, his eyes darkening with lust. "when did we think we were gonna do it?" and before you even has half the mind to answer, you felt two of his thick fingers press against your entrance, sliding inside.

he pumped inside you and your legs felt like pudding—half from the whole flying thing, and the other half from the fact he was fingering you mercilessly just like he knows you like. his palm is slapping against your clit and your legs tremble at every impact.

"w-when are we stopping?" and he paused for a second, before giving you that grin that tells you you're knees deep in this mess. "when you cum."

the simple sentence made a moan bloom from your chest, walls clenching down on his fingers. "y'wanna cum for me, baby?" you nod, "yeah? yeah? wanna give me one before the real thing?" and his dirty talking is throwing you off the edge, white droplets of cream dribbling down to his hand as she moaned his name as loud as she could. who cares? they're in the sky.

finally, the movement comes to an alt. they stop flying, stop moving.

you're still delirious, but smiling victoriously when he undoes his robes, hard cock revealing itself for you.

you salivate and bite your lip, feeling his dick rub against your sticky folds, jumping a bit when his mushroom top bumps into your clit. "this is so..." he trails off and you finish, "filthy?" and he hums while nodding, eyes closing while he loses himself at the sensation of your wet pussy.

finally, finally, he starts pushing himself in. it's scary and surreal, the thought of fucking in mid air turning you on more than it should. you love how you can see the birds flying next to you guys and feel his big veins hitting all the right spots inside you. he's so focused, focused on not letting you fall, focused on not being too rough, focused on making you feel good.

and fuck, the adrenaline rush heightened your senses and you could feel every fucking thing.

the way his vein bulged everytime you moaned in his ear, how tightly he was holding onto you, the cold breeze caressing you exposed skin, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against you..

you were close. dangerously close.

your own hand snaked down between your legs and you rubbed your clit softly, making yourself twitch in pleasure. "f-fuck, clark!" your voice got louder and louder with every string of sweet sounds getting pulled out of between your plush lips and he couldn't get enough.

your orgasm hit you like a train.

the adrenaline and stress of falling made everything feel ten times more intense, your walls clenching rapidly around him. cream started dribbling down your hole, forming a ring around his girthy base. "oh my fucking-" was really all you could coherently say in such a situation, every other word melting with eachother.

"baby- baby, shit- yes-" you had the man of steel stuttering and drooling, the sensation of your mushy walls clamping down on him too much for the poor man. he quickly let himself go, his cum coating your insides in a thick, white and milky layer.

he gasped, breath hitching when he felt the warmth of his cum fill you up. he pulled out slowly, your name slipping out of his mouth, while still catching his breath.

the flight back home was full of panting and quick dirty jokes you threw at him to fluster him.

bonus : bruce wayne noticed superman flying up in the sky.. up.. and up... and then stopping? wait.. he's with someone.. what are those movements–oh. they're fucking. this is officially none of his business anymore.

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫!𝐯𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫!𝐯𝐢 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

୨ৎ dancer!vi x ballerina!reader headcanons

୨ৎ dancer!vi x ballerina!reader smut

Word Count: 2.1K Content/Warnings: modern!au, dancer!vi au, dancer!reader, mentions of sex but sfw, fem reader (fem terms/pronouns used) A/N: yayy 3rd installment of dancer!vi x ballerina!readerrrr! thank you to this ask; i love how this turned out and i love that this has evolved into its own little universe lol, if y'all want to see more of this duo please lmk! otherwise, i hope you guys enjoy :)

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ ironically enough, you and vi are damn near attached at the hip after you finally squash the beef and fuck work it out on the remix

୨ৎ the beginning of your relationship is honestly quite uneventful, but it's exactly what the two of you need

୨ৎ it isn't a whirlwind romance or passionate escapades; it's diner dates and sleepovers, a sweet and steady making up for lost time, actually getting to know each other after years of icing each other out

୨ৎ and frankly, the easy settling into domesticity is a welcome reprieve from the hellish chaos that is: college application season 

୨ৎ the two of you spend the first few months of your relationship busting your asses working on applications and essays, and considering that you were both awarded a scholarship from Piltover Springs Dance Academy to any fine arts school of your choosing, the pressure is on

୨ৎ on one delirious (and slightly tipsy) night during the final stretch of application season, vi decides to apply to the Noxus School of Fine Arts: an extremely prestigious school with one of the best performing arts programs around 

୨ৎ you know she has more than what it takes to get in, but she insists there’s no shot and that she’s just doing it for fun

୨ৎ so, she clicks “submit,” and calls it a night

୨ৎ “no more fucking applications,” she resolves, and she means it

୨ৎ and now, here you at are knocking at the door of your last summer before going off to college, and after so many years of working yourselves to the bone in school and at dance alike, the two of you are hell bent on having the goddamn summer of your lives

୨ৎ those three months are marked by days at the pool, nights smoking in empty parking lots, and lots of risky semi-public sex, of course 

୨ৎ in attempt to enjoy the summer as much as possible, the two of you set a specific date to check your admission results, but until then, you were forbidden from stressing yourself with the constant refreshing of your inbox 

୨ৎ but one day, the two of you are sprawled across your bed, basking in the sunlight spilling through your open windows, when she gets a notification from her email titled, “Re: Your Application to the Noxus School of Fine Arts”

୨ৎ with a snort, she goes to open it, and you give her a slap on the shoulder for not abiding by the date you'd set to check things like this

୨ৎ “dude, please, it's gonna be a no. i just wanna see how easy they let me down.” 

୨ৎ you roll your eyes with a smile as she opens her inbox, and let them flutter closed like they were a moment ago; until, you feel the bed jolt beside you

୨ৎ your eyes shoot open, and you see that she’s shot up, her eyes wide and her hand clasped over her mouth

୨ৎ you quickly sit up to meet her, your eyes lock onto hers, and you know 

୨ৎ “you got in, didn't you?” you exhale

୨ৎ she removes her hand from her mouth, but for a moment, she's still sputtering for words 

୨ৎ “i… no- no way, it's gotta be a fluke. there's no way. come on, i-”

୨ৎ “baby,” you interrupt with a slow grin, “you got in.”

୨ৎ “holy shit,” she breathes out, eyes trained on the acceptance letter, “i got in.”

୨ৎ excited squeals and tight hugs ensue, but its holding you that reminds her: the school is halfway across the country

୨ৎ “i can't go,” she suddenly resigns, her voice low

୨ৎ you turn to her with an incredulous look

୨ৎ “what?! vi, you have to!” 

୨ৎ “what about us?” she finally asks, her shoulders shrugging pitifully. “i've had so much with you the past few months. all of that would change…” 

୨ৎ you have to admit: your stomach drops a little at the thought 

୨ৎ but there's no way in hell you’ll let her pass up this opportunity, so you put on a brave face and insist anyway

୨ৎ “we did have fun this summer. and we'll have fun facetiming and sending each other care packages and having nasty phone sex, too.” 

୨ৎ she punches out a laugh, and her eyes crinkle up they always do when she laughs hard

୨ৎ right up to sending her off at the airport, you never stop reassuring her that she has your support and your loyalty while the two of you are long distance

୨ৎ you don't regret staying home for college at all; you really like your classes, you didn't have to leave your friends or family, and the cheap in-state tuition is certainly a plus

୨ৎ but that doesn't mean you don't miss vi like hell, and knowing that she hasn't had as much success settling in at school makes you hate being away from her even more 

୨ৎ in a stroke of luck, your spring breaks line up well enough for you to be able to surprise her with a trip up to noxus 

୨ৎ so, here you are, standing in the middle of a house party with a bunch of vi’s new college friends, feeling absolutely certain that you stick out like a sore thumb against noxus’ trust fund babies

୨ৎ you know that vi feels it, too- how uncomfortable you are- which is why she makes a point to stay by your side the entire night, including you in every single conversation, showing you off and bragging about her girl every time she gets the chance

୨ৎ it’s when she goes to the bathroom, though, that you run into a girl you haven’t been introduced to yet

୨ৎ sarah, her name is, and if she isn’t the picture of daddy’s money, you don’t know what is; pin-straight, silky blonde hair, perfect skin, freshly manicured french tips, and an outfit that costs more than your month's rent

୨ৎ she comes up to you with a smirk pulling at her glossed lips, gives you a quick once-over, then asks if you go here as if she’s sure you’re lost

୨ৎ with an awkward chuckle and the heat of humiliation already burning your cheeks, you tell her no; that you’re here visiting your girlfriend, vi

୨ৎ “Vi?” she asks, cocking her head to the side and feigning confusion that you can’t help but notice seems a bit insincere, “I didn’t know she had a girlfriend. She hasn’t mentioned you.” ୨ৎ you’re rendered speechless, and fortunately, vi has made her way out of the bathroom and back to your side before your stunned silence stretches into an an awkward one

୨ৎ “Yo, Sarah. What’s up?” she nods politely, but you know your girlfriend

୨ৎ she is not happy in current company 

୨ৎ this at least relieves you a bit, knowing that vi seems not only completely disinterested, but averse to this “sarah”

୨ৎ still, her comment echoes in the back of your mind hours later as you sit at the vanity in vi’s dorm room, wiping your face of mascara and glittery eyeshadow

୨ৎ and as much as you know your girlfriend, she knows you; and she knows if you’re not yapping away while you do your skincare routine, something’s wrong

୨ৎ “What’s up, baby?” she asks, and when you make eye contact with her reflection in the mirror, her brows are knit together like she’s already spent 30 minutes trying to figure it out

୨ৎ you just brush it off, say it’s nothing, give her a half-hearted smile

୨ৎ you know better

୨ৎ you don’t have time to protest before she’s moving to sit on the edge of the vanity and gently guiding you to look at her with fingers on your chin

୨ৎ “Baby,” she repeats firmly, “what’s up?” ୨ৎ you sigh in defeat, leaning back in your chair and fidgeting with the makeup wipe in your hands

୨ৎ “It’s just… It’s stupid. That Sarah girl just said something that kinda bothered me.” ୨ৎ her eyes narrow, and her jaw clenches 

୨ৎ “The fuck did she say?”

୨ৎ when you try again to brush it off, to tell her that it’s not a big deal and that she can just forget it, she hits you with a dangerous chuckle; one that says you’ll fess up if you know what’s good for you

୨ৎ and as much as you’d like to find out what happens if you don’t obey vi’s wordless command… she seems genuinely pissed at the mention of sarah, and now, you’re curios

୨ৎ “She just came up to introduce herself randomly, and when I told her we were dating, she said she hadn’t heard of me before. See, it’s nothing crazy; I was just feeling out of place already, so I probably took it the wrong way.” ୨ৎ vi chuckles again, but this time, it’s exasperated, coupled with a hand running through her bright pink hair

୨ৎ “You didn’t take it the wrong way,” she affirms. “She knows damn well that I have a girlfriend. You’re all I fucking talk about anyway, but especially when I’m around her. She’s been trying to come on to me since day fucking one, and clearly, she doesn’t take no for an answer.” ୨ৎ first, you sigh in relief. then, you’re pissed that some bitch won’t leave your girlfrfiend alone. but suddenly, a small smile threatens to break out on your face

୨ৎ “I’m all you talk about?” you ask coyly

୨ৎ vi rolls her eyes with a grin, beckoning you to stand

୨ৎ “C’mere,” she says, wrapping her arms around and placing a kiss on your cheek before burying her own in your shoulder. 

୨ৎ “I talk about you all the time, baby. I think about you all the time…”

୨ৎ with a deep sigh, she pulls back, staring off into space as she contemplates saying what she’s thinking out loud for the first time- mulls over a confession that she hasn’t dared to let surface until now- and it’s then that you notice how tired she really looks

୨ৎ you’d noticed the dark circles, the zoning out, the head no longer held as high as it used to be, but you know she’s been slammed with classwork and assumed that was the cause 

 ୨ৎ but now, under the soft glow of the vanity’s bulbs, you can see that she doesn’t just look tired; she looks beaten down, and her admission only confirms this

୨ৎ “I don’t think I can do this, baby.” ୨ৎ your brows pull together, and you’re about to ask what she means- to tell her that she can, that she has what it takes- until she interrupts to say that it isn’t about the schoolwork, the course load, the 10 hours days, but the people; the snobby, snot-nosed, out-of-touch students that surround her day in and day out

୨ৎ “I’ve spent so much of my life itching to get out of Piltover, but now that I’m gone, all I want is to come back home. I miss it; I miss bickering with my dad, I miss driving Jinx around because she refuses to get her license, I miss Jericho’s diner and Sevika’s auto shop, I miss you.” ୨ৎ her voice breaks, and you bring your thumb up to gingerly wipe away the tear that falls down her porcelain cheek

୨ৎ “God, I miss you so fucking much. I wanna be with you. I don’t want to take out tens of thousands of dollars in student loans just to be miserable and a 16-hour drive away from everybody that I love. I want to come home.”

୨ৎ after a few long conversations and lots of nights “sleeping on it” that ended up being sleepless, vi finishes out her freshman year at the Noxus School of Fine Arts, books a one-way ticket back to Piltover, and doesn’t look back

୨ৎ at first, she’s scared that everyone will be disappointed in her; that they were counting on her to be the one who got out, the one who made a name for herself in the big city

୨ৎ but upon coming home, vander wraps her in bear hug, jinx asks for a ride to the movies, jericho’s got her favorite burger and milkshake ready on the house, and sevika’s got a part-time position at the garage just waiting to be filled; and by god, vi is so fucking happy to be back

୨ৎ she joins you at Piltover’s community college the next year, moves in with you not long after, and four years and some change later, the two of you come full circle, watching with knowing smiles as her best hip-hop student and your best ballet student bicker during snack time

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

[hellsresidentfallenangel]

Familiar Faces

Summary: How would Adam and Lute react to seeing a Fallen Angel back in Heaven?

A/N: I know we technically already saw this when Charlie and Vaggie came up to Heaven but this time I want to do it with someone who may have meant a bit more to the both of them.

When Charlie first told you she wanted you to come to Heaven with her you outright laughed in her face. You, a known Fallen Angel, go to Heaven? The idea was just as laughable as it was dumb.

Then Charlie actually took you to Heaven. In the few seconds you thought it was wise to laugh at Vaggie's dismay of being pushed into the weird swirly portal, a tight hand had wrapped itself around your upper arm. With a harsh tug, you were suffering the same fate as Vaggie.

Just like you had many years ago, you were faced with the bright colours of Heaven.

Fortunately, you weren't left alone with Charlie and Vaggie for long as two of the Seraphims came to join you, leading you around Heaven. Of course, in these moments Charlie could hardly contain herself, ready to rush off to explore or point out something that you and Vaggie had seen countless times.

All in all, it was rather peaceful being back in Heaven. Seeing some of the old buildings or community areas that you had spent so many years in was almost refreshing; given the harsh contrast that Hell was compared to all this. You didn't outwardly express any of this though. Keeping your arms crossed or firmly placed on your hips.

But with Heaven's dwindled population, it wasn't hard to run into people you knew. So when the familiar colour pallet of gold, white, grey and black showed up in the corner of your vision, you couldn't help but try and nestle your way in between Charlie and Vaggie to try and slip past their vision.

Alas, your efforts were for nothing.

With a booming voice, Adam yelled to get your attention as well as everyone around you. What you would've done to be in Vaggie's place and simply ignored with nothing but else but a shifty side glance.

"If it isn't my favourite ex-angel!"

Even though all the attention was on you, you couldn't help but try and slip away from the limelight. With a quick hand though, you were pulled into Adam's side in a tight sidehug.

It would only be when you're tightly tapped at Adam's side, his nails digging into your arm while Lute flocked to your other side, staring over at you with a carefully blank expression that Adam would hiss into your ear. "Who let you back in here?"

"Wait, you two know each other?" Charlie would exclaim, her eyes widening slightly with a glimmer of hope residing in them as a plan to get Adam and Lute on the Hazbin Hotel's side came to mind.

It was only when she noticed your deadpan stare, the way Adam's hand may have been gripped a little too tightly around your arm and how Lute seemed to be itching to get closer that perhaps she might have misjudged the relationship you had with the two prior to your fall.

Sera would have to cast Adam a raised brow for the guy to release you, no amount of struggling or shoving on your part goading him to release you.

That wouldn't be the end of it though. Like any good 'friends' seeing someone who had been cast out of Heaven in favour of rotting in Hell, Adam and Lute decide that there is no better way to spend their afternoon other than to follow you, Vaggie and the Princess of Hell around as you attend to business.

On numerous occasions, Adam would try to tug you in one direction or the other, prepared to run off with you whenever everyone's back was either turned on you or was preoccupied with something for the moment.

Each time ended in small little scruffles as you tried to push yourself away from Adam, not above trying to fight the First Man on Holy ground even if it meant being shot out of the sky again.

If he wasn't trying to steal you away from the group, Adam was making loud jokes, sometimes making you the butt of the joke while other times it was someone else. Normally it would be Vaggie but it was more likely you who he was laughing at. Recapping your graceful fall from Heaven or any other blunders he could think of.

Lute wasn't much better on her part.

Unlike Adam, whenever one of the Seraphins looked back to check on what was happening or Charalie and Vaggie got ready to jump in, she would be stood patiently waiting for the tour to continue once Adam's antics were dealt with.

—Except that one time she was caught cheering Adam on as he tried smoothing your head into the ground.

It didn’t even matter if the Seraphins or your friends were looking, Lute decided to make your trip to Heaven just as bad as you’d thought it would be by walking too close for comfort, making comments about previous exterminations that you had taken part in, trying to reminisce on activities you had taken up when in Heaven to try and kill boredom.

That was something that Hell was surprisingly better than Heaven at. There was never a dull day. Even if there was it would only take you a short commute from your hotel room to find either Angel Dust or Alastor for your boredom to be banished, the both of them entertaining enough in their own ways.

By the end of the little tour Heaven was providing Charlie, you were prepared to scream.

Vaggie did nothing but spare you a pitiful glance. At some point further down the line than you, she had been in the same boat, though now she was just glad it wasn’t her that had to deal with the antics of Adam and Lute.

So putting on a brace face, you reminded yourself it was only for the day, maybe only a few more hours. Before you knew it you would be back at the hotel and hiding away in your room, reading to stay there for the rest of the day and only crawl out when an essential was needed.

When that time finally came you pushed past any of the sinners who tried to greet you with a flash of your middle finger as you vanished from their sights, all of them turning to Charlie and Vaggie to find out what had happened.

[thorias]

s2g, we're all gonna get fat as hell with how much Gail Simone is feeding us.

Holy gods, it is refreshing to finally have a writer who actually likes Romy together, doesn't write them as dysfunctional or treating each other like shit, etc. They actually get to be a happy, loving, affectionate married couple now. See how easy that is, Tom Brevoort? lol

Inject this issue into my veins, Gail. You're doing the lord's work.

[eunoia-writes]

The babysitter • bodyguard!Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Victor Dimitri has had enough of his daughter and her wild streak. When she crosses a boundary even she knows she shouldn’t have, he hires her a personal bodyguard or in her words, A babysitter. When he comes into her life she’s defiant won’t listen to a word he says but Rafe is used to a challenge

Warnings: Mention of violence, Dark themes, murder, Kidnapping, drug trafficking and Abuse, Neglectful parents, sexual themes, eventual Smut- MDI

Previous

———

Y/n was dying.

Okay, maybe not literally, but she sure as hell felt like it.

Her head was pounding, her stomach churning violently as she clung to the toilet bowl for dear life. The room spun every time she so much as breathed, and every time she thought she was done throwing up, her stomach cruelly reminded her otherwise.

This was, without a doubt, the worst hangover she’d ever had.

She barely registered the sound of the door opening until a familiar, deep voice cut through the haze of her misery.

“Jesus Christ.”

Y/N groaned, slumping against the cool porcelain. “Go away.”

Rafe ignored her, stepping inside and crouching down beside her. He was back in his usual fitted slacks and black button-down, but he’d rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, and the sight of his forearms shouldn’t have been as distracting as it was.

He brushed her hair back from her sweaty forehead. “You look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks,” she muttered weakly.

His lips twitched, but his expression remained mostly unreadable. “Here.” He held out a bottle of water. “Drink.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t wanna.”

Rafe sighed, clearly so over her dramatics. “Y/N.” With a heavy sigh, she took the bottle and sipped hesitantly. The water was cold, refreshing—at least until her stomach lurched again, and she barely made it back over the toilet in time.

Rafe didn’t flinch, just rubbed soothing circles into her back. “You’re a fucking mess, you know that?”

She groaned, resting her forehead against her arm. “I know.”

A pause. Then—shockingly—his voice softened. “You should take a nap.”

She scoffed, though it lacked any real energy. “I can’t even stand, Rafe. How the hell am I supposed to get to my bed?”

Before she could protest, strong arms slid under her legs and back, and suddenly, she was being lifted effortlessly into the air.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he muttered, carrying her like she weighed nothing.

She should’ve been embarrassed. Or maybe annoyed. Instead, she just… melted into him, too weak to care.

He laid her down gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “I’ll be back in half an hour.”

Y/N blinked up at him. “What for?”

“You’ll see.” He smirked, then—holy shit—he pressed a quick kiss to her temple before disappearing out the door.

She barely had time to process that before exhaustion finally dragged her under.

When she woke up, Rafe walked in with a tray ln hand . Soup, crackers, a bottle of ginger ale. And next to it—

Lilies.

Her heart stuttered in her chest.

Did Rafe—?

Her eyes widened as she stared at the

flowers. “You... bought me flowers?”

He shrugged, looking almost embarrassed. “I remembered you said they were your favorite. Figured it might make you feel better.”

She was speechless. It was... sweet.

Thoughtful, even.

Rafe was never like this.

But before she could say anything, her bedroom door flew open, slamming against the wall.

It was her father.

And he did not look happy.

Her father stormed in, his face red with anger. “Do you have any idea how humiliating it was to get that call last night?”

Y/N froze, her body tensing. “Dad, I—”

“No, you don’t get to explain,” he snapped, his voice cold. “You were drunk off your ass, making a scene. What the hell were you thinking?”

Her initial guilt quickly morphed into defensiveness. “I was just having fun—”

“Fun?” He scoffed. “You’re reckless. Selfish. Do you have any idea how this reflects on me? On our family?”

She clenched her jaw, her shoulders squaring. “Of course that’s all you care about. How it makes you look.”

“Watch your tone,” he warned, his eyes narrowing. “You’re already on thin ice.”

She opened her mouth to retaliate, but Rafe stepped in, his voice firm. “She’s hungover and exhausted. Maybe this conversation can wait.”

Her father turned his icy glare on him. “This is none of your concern, Cameron.”

Rafe didn’t flinch. “I’m just saying she needs rest. That’s all.”

Her father looked like he wanted to argue but finally turned away, his shoulders stiff. “This isn’t over, Dinner with Don is at 7 be ready.” He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Y/N sank back into her pillows, anger and embarrassment swirling in her chest.

Rafe watched her carefully. “You okay?”

She shot him a glare. “Why do you care?”

He blinked, clearly taken aback. “I was just—”

“Just what?” Her voice was sharp, biting. “You think I need your pity? Or maybe you just enjoy seeing me get yelled at.”

His jaw tightened. “That’s not—”

“Oh, save it, Rafe,” she snapped. “I’m not in the mood for your condescending bullshit. Just... leave me alone.”

For a moment, he looked genuinely hurt. But it was gone in a flash, his expression hardening as he turned on his heel and walked out.

—

Y/N hated these dinners.

Sitting in a room full of criminals, listening to them talk business like they were at a corporate board meeting.

And tonight was no different.

Y/N sat stiffly at the dining table, her fingers wrapped around her wine glass, her head still pounding from her hangover.

The Castello family was seated around the table, their voices low as they discussed business.

“About that shipment last month,” her father began, voice calm but firm. “We heard there were complications.”

Don’s smirk didn’t waver. “A minor inconvenience. The feds have been getting bolder. But our people took care of it.”

“I hope your people were thorough,” her father said. “We can’t afford any loose ends.”

“You worry too much, old man.”

Her father’s lips curled. “When you’ve been in this business as long as I have, there’s always something to worry about.” He leaned forward. “Which is why we need to talk about the Moretti family.”

The conversation spiraled deeper into discussions of betrayal, blood, and backstabbing. Y/N forced herself to zone out, pushing the food around on her plate.

Rafe stood behind her, his posture casual, but his gaze was sharp, always surveying, always watching.

She could feel his eyes on her, a weight that made her skin prickle with irritation.

She took a sip of her wine, her fingers tightening around the delicate stem of the glass as she forced herself to swallow the bitterness swirling inside her. It wasn’t just the hangover that had her on edge. It was him.

The way he was hovering. The way he was watching her like she was some fragile thing that might shatter at any moment. The way he’d been sweet and attentive earlier, only to turn back into his usual condescending self the second she’d snapped at him.

She hated it. She hated him.

Rafe leaned down, his voice a low murmur just for her. “You’re tapping your foot. It’s annoying.”

She stilled, her jaw tightening. “Then don’t listen.”

He gave a small, humorless chuckle. “Kinda hard when you’re vibrating the whole damn floor.”

She turned her head, just enough to meet his eyes. “Maybe you should stand somewhere else, then.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint, infuriating smirk. “Not my choice, Princess. You’re stuck with me.”

Her fingers dug into her thigh. “Lucky me.”

Don Castellano’s voice boomed across the table, pulling her attention back to the conversation. “The Moretti family’s been getting bold. Too bold. Makes you wonder who’s been whispering in their ears.”

Her father’s expression was cold, calculating. “They’ve always been slippery. But we’re not worried. They’ll get what’s coming to them.”

Y/N’s stomach turned, her appetite vanishing. She hated these dinners. Hated the thinly veiled threats, the power plays hidden behind polite smiles. She reached for her wine again, taking another long sip, hoping the alcohol would numb the unease coiling in her gut.

Rafe’s voice was low and close again. “Careful. Don’t need you making a scene... again.”

Her fingers tightened around the glass, a surge of heat rushing to her cheeks. “I’m not drunk.”

He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Yet.”

She grit her teeth. “I’m not going to embarrass myself. Or you.”

His smirk faltered, his gaze softening for just a moment before his usual guarded expression returned. “This isn’t about me.”

She looked away, her shoulders rigid. “Could’ve fooled me.”

He let out a slow exhale. “You’re impossible.”

She took another sip of her wine, her lips curving into a bitter smile. “And you’re insufferable.”

Before he could respond, Luca Castellano’s voice cut through the room. “If they’re snitching, we can’t just cut them out. We need to make an example of them. Something public. Something loud.”

Y/n’s father nodded in agreement. “We can’t let the other families think we’re weak.”

A chill ran down her spine. She set her wine glass down carefully, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. She hated this world. Hated the violence that was always lurking beneath the surface, the ruthless decisions made without a second thought.

Rafe’s eyes were on her again, his gaze sharper, more attentive. “You okay?” he murmured.

She didn’t look at him. “I’m not a fucking baby,” she hissed under her breath.

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t push it.

As Luca leaned back in his chair, a sly smile on his lips, he turned his attention to her. “You’ve grown up, Y/N. Last time I saw you, you were still clinging to your father’s leg.”

She forced a polite smile. “People grow up, Luca. Even me.”

His dark eyes gleamed. “I suppose so. And here I thought you’d be married off by now. Surprised your old man hasn’t found you a nice husband to... keep you in line.”

Her smile turned icy. “I don’t need a man to keep me in line.”

Rafe’s fingers twitched at his side, his posture stiffening ever so slightly.

Luca’s smile widened, clearly enjoying himself. “Feisty. Just like your mother.”

Y/N’s pulse quickened, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. She reached for her wine, needing something to steady herself. As she did, Rafe’s arm moved, reaching for a dish in front of her.

She thought he was about to knock her glass over, so she moved to grab it herself—

Her fingers slipped, and the glass tipped, spilling dark red wine all down the front of her dress.

The room went silent.

Her cheeks burned with humiliation, her hands shaking as she tried to dab at the stain with her napkin. But it was useless. The deep red liquid was already soaking into the fabric, spreading like blood.

She looked up at Rafe, anger blazing in her eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she whispered furiously.

His eyes were wide, his mouth opening to protest. But her father’s sharp voice cut through the tension. “Y/N, enough.”

She snapped her mouth shut, the humiliation and anger twisting together, making it hard to breathe.

Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, then looked at Rafe, her eyes narrowing.

Rafe: Stop fucking glaring at me.


Y/N: Don’t tell me what to do.


Rafe: You’re being so pathetic.


Y/N: Oh I’m pathetic? Good one, Rafe.

She shoved her phone back into her purse, her whole body buzzing with anger. She wanted to scream. To throw her glass against the wall. To do something to release the pressure building inside her.

Instead, she forced herself to sit there, her hands trembling in her lap, her dress soaked and ruined.

And Rafe stood behind her, his jaw tight, his shoulders tense, his presence like a shadow she could never escape.

—

The car door slammed behind her, rattling the glass. Y/N crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Her dress was ruined, stained with red wine that was already drying into an ugly, sticky mess. She could still feel the weight of everyone’s stares, the mocking glint in Luca’s eyes, the tight disapproval in her father’s voice.

And it was all his fault.

Rafe got into the driver’s seat, his movements rigid and controlled, his face a mask of cold indifference. He didn’t even look at her as he started the engine.

The silence was suffocating. Tension crackled between them, thick and heavy. She watched the lights of the city blur past the window, her fingers digging into her arms as she tried to hold herself together.

But the embarrassment, the anger, the humiliation—it was all boiling over.

She couldn’t keep it in any longer. “You are such an asshole.”

His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel, but his eyes stayed on the road. “What the hell are you talking about now?”

Her laugh was cold, sharp. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You just had to reach across me right then, didn’t you?”

“I was reaching for the plate. It’s not my fault you’re so jumpy.”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit. You did it on purpose.” She turned to glare at him, her eyes blazing. “You just love seeing me humiliated, don’t you?”

He scoffed, his jaw tightening. “Believe it or not, Princess, not everything’s about you.”

Princess.

She fucking hated that.

She felt her hands shaking, her anger spilling over. “I wouldn’t have spilled the wine if you weren’t hovering over me like a fucking shadow all the time!”

“Yeah? Well, maybe if you weren’t acting like a spoiled little brat all night, you wouldn’t have drawn so much attention to yourself.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, his words hitting her like a slap. “A brat? I was sitting there minding my own damn business.”

“Oh, give me a break. You were sulking the whole time, shooting daggers at me like a petulant child. God, you’re so dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” She was practically shaking now, her nails digging into her arms. “You are unbelievable. You’ve been on my back all day, treating me like I’m some stupid little girl who can’t even take care of herself!”

He shot her a cold, sideways glance. “Maybe if you stopped acting like one, I wouldn’t have to.

Her mouth dropped open, shock and fury colliding inside her. “I hate you,” she hissed, her voice low and venomous.

He laughed, the sound bitter and cruel. “Good. It makes my job a hell of a lot easier when I don’t have to pretend to like you either.”

Her throat tightened, the back of her eyes burning. She wouldn’t cry. She refused to cry in front of him. Not after everything. Not after the way he’d made her feel.

“You are such a prick,” she spat, her voice shaking. “You act like you’re better than me, but you’re just as trapped as I am. You’re nothing but my father’s loyal little lapdog.”

His shoulders went rigid, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. “Watch it.” His voice was low, dangerous.

“Or what? You’ll tell Daddy on me?” She laughed, the sound hollow. “Go ahead. That’s all you’re good for anyway. Following orders like a mindless robot.”

He slammed on the brakes, jerking the car to a violent stop at a red light. He turned to her then, his eyes blazing, his face tight with anger. “You think I like this?” he snarled. “You think I enjoy babysitting some spoiled, entitled princess who can’t even go one night without throwing a tantrum?”

Her eyes widened, the venom in his voice catching her off guard. But she refused to back down. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “If I’m so insufferable, then why don’t you just quit?”

His eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. “Believe me, I’ve thought about it. But then who’d be around to save your ass every time you decided to do something stupid?”

She flinched, the truth in his words stinging more than she wanted to admit. But she wouldn’t let him see how much he was getting to her. “I never asked you to save me.”

“No,” he shot back, his voice low and cold. “But you keep needing it.”

She looked away, her chest heaving, anger and shame swirling inside her. “Screw you.”

He let out a harsh laugh. “Trust me, Princess. That’s the last thing I’d ever want.”

Her head snapped back to him, her eyes blazing. “I hate you.”

“Dito,” he muttered, his eyes fixed on the road as the light turned green. He slammed his foot on the gas, the car lurching forward.

The rest of the drive was silent, the air thick with tension and resentment. She stared out the window, her vision blurred with unshed tears, her throat burning.

She hated him. She hated him more than anyone she’d ever met.

So why did it hurt so much to hear him say he hated her too?

[diasease]

PRO PLAYER BY CHOICE, YOURS BY CHANCE! an 18th-century german philosopher once said, 'fate shuffles the cards, and we play'. you didn't think it was true until isagi yoichi came into your life... in a unique manner. ㄑ pt. ii of blame it on the alcohol

CW: 761 words, very meet-cute-esque, sickeningly sweet actually, fluffffff, improper grammar :(, implied fem! reader, isagi & reader are in their mid twenties (24-26), reader is an office worker, mdni cus they fuck at some point, if this is ooc im so sorry self indulgence got me | pro-player! isagi yoichi x reader

WHEN you first got your shit together after breaking up with your now ex-boyfriend (a week after he broke up with you, technically), you'd formed a plan to bust your ass off and snag a nice position in your boring 9-5, buy your dream home, find a decent guy to date, hell, even marry, and probably have your ex grovel on his knees for you to come back and make him lick the pavement you step on.

What you didn't expect, however, is that 3 weeks after you made that declaration, it turns into you hooking up with a goddamn pro-soccer player. A really charming one at that.

What was an accident turned into a usual arrangement. You exchanged numbers. He took you out on dates. You always had your suspicions lingering in the back of your head during these outings, and rightfully so! It's hard to trust a guy after being fucked over by a pathetic cheat.

Luckily, Yoichi is quite the sweetheart! You find that surprising, because the morning after that accidental hookup, he dropped you off at your apartment, you took the initiative to look him up and watch a clip of one of his matches. Holy fuck— was he aggressive on the field. (That's probably what made you skeptical of a guy like him.)

Though he's proven himself to treat you as nothing less than a princess. Probably because of the fact (that you overlooked) that he actually might have a real interest in you? Who knows! You don't! On those dates, together you both fit like two matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

For the first time in a very long time in your life, you finally go out with a guy who's close to being a god-given description of the ideal boyfriend. Casual meet-ups with him lift the weight of your life's stress even for just a little, the more your dates progress. So by the 11th date, the current one, which ended up with having you pinned underneath him with his cock kissing your cervix, you realize you might be in for the long run.

He makes you feel like you're worth everything. Your supposed 'walls' crumble and show your most vulnerable side to him when you don't even realize it. You think about him more often than you'd like to admit. And when his thrusts slow slightly, almost at his release, in your clouded state, you muster up a quiet—

"...I think I might be in love with you... mnh."

That makes his pace falter, eyes widening as his sweat-soaked hair sticks to his forehead, now stopping whatever he was doing just to catch those words again.

"Gh... what? Say that again?" He exhales heavily, from the visible rise and fall of his chest.

"...I might be in love with you?" You don't even register the depth of your rambling before Yoichi leans his head down to kiss you, tenderly so.

"I was waiting for that. Maybe not now, but at least I don't have to worry about actually asking you for me to be exclusively yours." He says, a boyish grin almost gracing his lips.

Yours. You giggle at the word echoing in your head, the idea not bad at all. Ex-boyfriends of yours loved to say you're theirs, but Yoichi being yours? It's new, it's refreshing. He doesn't ask to claim you, but let you claim him.

"Mhmm..." Your voice slurs out, cupping his cheeks into your hands and pressing a peck to his lips. "Mine."

If his cheeks weren't red before, they are now. With an awkward laugh, he picks up his pace again, letting out the occasional grunts, now paired with kisses to various areas of your face. He pulls out, cumming with you as you both hit your climax, his release painting your inner thighs a glossy and translucent clear.

He collapses beside you, breaths still heavy before getting up to go to the bathroom to get you a towel. Poor thing, you were exhausted before the date even happened, so you went out like a light moments after.

After cleaning you up, he lies beside you, pulling the blanket up to both of your bodies, before muttering a 'goodnight' and something else.

"Hopefully chance makes you never regret those words, and keep me by your side forever. Pro-player by choice, yours by chance, huh?" He says, as if you can hear. But he wants those words to hold water. He prays you mean it, and that by tomorrow, he can make the relationship between you both official.

notes! another self indulgent fic <//3 idgaf though that's my man!! i've been dreaming about a scenario like this for a whileeee. pls enjoy :x also if this didn't make sense i am so sorry the brainworms have gotten to me..... + rlly corny line from isagi at the end lets pay that no mind

masterlist diasease ✶ do not repost, reblogs appreciated.

[nylaboon]

can you do rodrick heffley x gn reader who is also in a band and is the drummer ? maybe like an enemies/rivals to lovers situation idk

You and I — Rodrick Heffley

"Without you there is no reason for my story / And when I'm with you I can always act the same / Forever, yeah, if we're together / We can make it better"

— in which your rivalry finally concludes.

rodrick heffley x gn!reader

tags: rivals to lovers, not proof-read, kinda rushed at the end

notes: bless your soul for requesting this, i had literally so much fun writing it <33 i also took inspiration from lemonade mouth for the setting, which is a fuckin banger movie

Like a coyote and a lamb. Like a predator and its prey. He was always there—watching. Waiting for the moment you slipped up. At least, that was his excuse. Whenever someone asked, "hey Rodrick, if you hate y/n so much, why are you always showing up to their band's gigs?" he'd always say the same thing.

He craved your embarrassment. It's always been that way.

You had a better reputation. Despite your band being as popular as his (so not very), people never criticized it because your music was decent. And you—in his eyes—were perfect. You were everything he sometimes wished he was. You had what he wanted. Even if what you had wasn't much to be proud of, he still wanted it. Rodrick Heffley was jealous of you. Of the way people looked at you and not him. So, to see him sitting at a table all alone, staring right at you; not trying to be subtle in the slightest. It wasn't surprising, and it definitely wasn't new. In fact, you'd be shocked if he missed any of your gigs.

You were playing at a pizza joint, which was probably not the ideal place for a rock band to play, but your group was taking whatever they could get. A gig is a gig and publicity is publicity. It was a win-win in your book. Aside from Rodrick's envious glare from across the room, it was a good night.

Until after you guys played, at least. See, there were four of you. Ryan, the lead guitarist. Courtney, the vocalist. Owen, the bassist. And you, the drummer. All four of you were equally a mess. A very unorganized mess.

After playing, you treated yourselves to pizza and refreshments to celebrate a good night. The thing was that Courtney and Ryan were dating, and they weren't uncomfortable with the concept of PDA. Fortunately for Owen, his mom picked him up early. You, however, were not lucky, meaning that after taking a moment in the bathroom, you came back to see the booth you were sitting at empty, aside from the leftover food.

You knew Ryan and Courtney long enough to know what happened. They were either making out in the backseat of his car, or they left the property completely and drove back to one of their houses to make out. And considering the fact that Ryan was the one who picked you up, you were completely fucked. Your dad's car was stuck at a repair shop and your mom had no clue how to drive. You couldn't even catch an Uber because you were broke as hell.

Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was the universe being your number one hater.

One thing led to another and now you're sitting in the passenger seat of Rodrick's van, holding onto the grab handle for dear life as he sped down the street. Your drum set slid around the back of the van, taking hard hits every time he took a sharp turn. If he kept this up any longer, you'd probably get carsick.

"For the love of all things holy, slow down!" You desperately yelled over the sound of the engine purring. He gave you an unimpressed look before sighing and slamming his foot onto the brake, making the car come to a sudden stop. You almost flew out of your seat from the impact.

"Of course," he began, "leave it to y/n to ruin the fun." You brushed your hair out of your face and sent a glare his way.

"I'm sooo sorry for worrying about our safety," you shot back sarcastically. "Could you maybe try to drive like a normal person, for a change?" He glanced out his car window and smirked, pretending to put effort into considering your request.

"Huh, let me think about it... No." His smirk dropped and was replaced with his usual look of displeasure. You scoffed and threw your head back against the headrest in defeat. You should've known asking him such a thing would be a waste of breath. It's not like this was your first time driving with him. Every time you asked for him to slow down, he just ignored you; pretending that he couldn't hear you basically screaming over the engine. But for some reason, he didn't do that this time...

When he started driving again, he only went two miles over the speed limit instead of the usual twenty-plus. He was listening to you, and it was weird. Not that you hated it. Much like any normal person, you were quite grateful that your life wasn't currently on the line because of an idiot of a driver. It didn't even make sense for him to have a driver's license.

At least, you assumed he had one.

Thanks to the speed he was going, you managed to calm your racing heart and relax your muscles. You let go of the grab handle and let your hands fall to your lap. A beat of silence passed as Rodrick focused on the road.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" You asked, referring to the gig. The boy beside you didn't spare you a glance, keeping his eyes focused on the road in the meantime.

"Do you even have to ask?"

"Y'know, you usually say no, but I saw you bopping your head a few times." In response to your comment, he slammed the brakes a second time, causing your body to fly forward aggressively. You cursed under your breath and rubbed the back of your head to soothe the pain from banging into the headrest.

He, however, was unfazed and proceeded to drive. "Can it, asswipe." But you could see the hint of a smile creeping up on the corner of his lips. You rolled your eyes and rested your head against the car door window. "Why are you so..."

"So?"

"...I don't know. Why do you hate me so much?" It's not like you ever did anything to hurt him. When you first met, you tried to be nothing but kind to him. Yet, ever since he found out about your little talent, he made his strong disdain for you clearer than glass. "It's like you enjoy being confusing."

He hesitated, debating on whether to answer your question or leave you guessing. On one hand, he didn't feel like having this conversation with you, but on the other, he knew that you wouldn't take the latter for an answer.

"I don't hate you. What makes you say that?" He asked innocently, trying his best to walk around your question. You gave him a look of disbelief and sneered at his utter bullshit lie.

"You don't hate me? Yeah okay, that explains why you're always glaring at me at every chance you get. Why you always mock me whenever I say literally anything. Why you try to get in crashes every time you drive me home."

"To be fair, I always drive like that," he spoke in defense. "And I don't glare at you all the time."

"Then what—the hell—were you doing while I was playing?"

"Inspecting you." You rolled your eyes for what had to have been the hundredth time that night. Of course he wasn't holding himself accountable; why would he? He didn't owe you anything, and you never expected any less. "You're not special, y/n. Are you that self-centered that you think I have a problem with you?"

That question angered you. He was obviously trying to get under your skin, and by God, it was working. "I'm not self-centered, dipshit. I'm observant. So now that we're alone, you might as well tell me what your problem is, Rodrick."

For the second time, he was silenced. But it only lasted for a little while. Contrary to the stern look on his face, his voice was soft. "I don't hate you, y/n," he reiterated. "You're just... I don't know how to feel about you."

It was like a never-ending battle with himself. He wanted to hate you, but he couldn't. He had no valid reason to. You were nice to him no matter how many times he chose to be a dick to you. He wasn't confusing, Rodrick thought. You were confusing. Why were you so nice to him? He never deserved it. How long would it take for your patience to finally run low? Yeah, you were doing better than him in terms of social hierarchy, but you had no control over people liking you. And that answered a question for him so flawlessly: if you weren't in the picture, would anything change? Would he have the spotlight?

The answer was short, but far from sweet. Nothing would change. He'd still be the Rodrick that everyone knew and hated. You were a naturally likable person, while he was the odd one out. If he was to hate anyone, it should've been himself.

"You annoy the hell out of me and you don't even have to try." It was absurd. "You make me think about how much of an asshole I am, and I hate thinking about my actions." You held back a laugh but allowed a smile to fall upon your face.

He continued his rant. "I guess what I'm thinking is that you're a perfect example of who people want me to be. And with you being a drummer as well, it's just even more annoying. Like a comparison for everyone to see." It was like he was in your shadow, and you weren't even aware of it.

You took a deep breath and let the air escape through your nose. His words were a lot to take in, and you weren't expecting such hard-hitting reasoning from such a dull guy. Then again, you always knew he didn't apply his full potential in certain situations, so it was hard to tell with him. "Rodrick," you started, your voice soft and understanding, "I'm not all that great, and I really hope you know that. Don't beat yourself up just because I'm too much of a coward to be mean to people."

He raised an eyebrow at your words, urging you to keep talking. You complied. "The only reason why I'm not going around cursing people out is because I'm actually trying to not get my ass beat. I don't like everyone—hell, I barely like anyone at that fucked up school. But that's what differentiates us. I'm a coward and you're not."

You spoke with full sincerity and vulnerability. You were opening up to him. "It's not like I'm a perfect angel or something. I'm just a pussy. And sometimes I wish I were as confident as you are."

The only reason why you were a sweetheart to everyone was to avoid conflict. Rodrick bit his bottom lip as he listened to you. "So you just let people walk all over you? Seriously?"

"That's the only reason so many people like me," you answered. "People don't care about you being nice. It's all about whether you're a doormat or not." You unfortunately had a point. People only came to you when they needed something. "You aren't a doormat and you're not afraid to be yourself. That's why people hate you."

"So you shouldn't hate me, or whatever the case is," you explained. "Because, truth be told, you're better than me."

That last sentence was enough to make him do a double-take. At first, he was surprised at your admission, but now he was laughing. You furrowed your eyebrows, assuming that he wasn't taking your heartfelt commentary seriously. "What's so funny?"

Rodrick shook his head as he continued to snicker. "Man, I never thought I'd live to see the day you'd admit that I'm better than you." He hit your shoulder playfully with the back of his free hand, completely ignoring your semi-annoyed expression.

"Rodrick, I'm being serious."

"I know that. That's what makes it hilarious." Eventually, his van drove up to a red light and came to a stop. He rubbed his face with his hands and let out one last airy laugh. "Shit, y/n..."

You glared at him for a few more seconds before staring down at your lap. A smile slowly forced its way onto your face. You wanted to laugh because of him. He was so childish...

"I really couldn't hate you if I wanted to," he confessed. "Thanks for the compliment though, dork."

You didn't think much of his comment. Instead, you enjoyed the one rare time you and him weren't trying to strangle each other. Not like you ever hated it. It was more entertaining than anything, and you looked forward to it most days. Sometimes, the insults he called you were a little too funny to ruin your day. Now that you thought about it, Rodrick never did offend you. You liked your stupid little rivalry.

...huh.

"...I don't hate you either," you muttered awkwardly. "In case you're wondering."

"I knew that, but I never understood why." You simply shrugged and watched the cars beside you begin to move once the light turned green again.

"You never gave me a reason to. I mean, I never really took your insults seriously." You didn't need to look at him to know that he was unsure about what you were saying. "You're not as intimidating as you think you are. Far from it actually."

"Oh really? Then what am I to you?" He asked. You could've sworn there was some sort of smug aura to him. "What do you want to be?" You questioned. He shook his head with his signature smile, refusing to answer your question. He wasn't smiling out of joy, he was smiling out of uneasiness. "That's a stupid question to ask."

"Why are you avoiding it?"

"Because it's stupid."

"You basically asked me the same thing!"

"Yet you never answered me." He got you there. But you weren't sure how to answer the question. It was like trying to take a shot at someone in the dark. What was Rodrick to you? You were never sure if you could consider him a friend, but he wasn't your enemy as far as you were concerned.

"I don't know what you are to me," you answered truthfully. "Seriously, we have, like, a love-hate relationship or something... Not that I can even call it that since I don't hate you. So, I don't know."

You turned to him and stared at him with your curious eyes. "Now answer my question."

As you said that, he pulled into the driveway of your house. He pulled his hand away from the steering wheel and folded his arms against his chest. He looked down at his lap, much like what you did whenever you got nervous or annoyed. "Alright, I'll be real with you."

"It wouldn't, like, suck if I was, like, yours, or something." You paused. Actually, it felt like the whole world paused at that moment. Rodrick Heffley, that demon of a boy, liked you. You weren't embarrassed. You were shocked. Mainly because all of that tormenting he did was just an act, and that was a little hard to believe. But it all made sense once you remembered what he told you.

He couldn't hate you if he wanted to.

Once the shock finally cleared, you grinned and scratched at your neck anxiously. "Oh yeah? That's how you feel?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" You rolled your eyes and unbuckled your seatbelt before opening the door and climbing out of his van. "Come help me." Rodrick let out a groan that was mixed with both annoyance and fear. Fear that you would make fun of him for thinking of you in such a way. He got out on his side and sluggishly walked to the back of the van to help you carry your drum set to your garage.

"Y'know, you can just hurry up and hit me with the 'ew no, don't ever talk to me again'," he offered. "It wouldn't be the first time I heard it."

"What makes you think I'd say that?" You inquired. He let out a scoff. "Why wouldn't you?" It would make more sense if you did.

You both stayed silent as you brought your equipment back to your garage. When you finished, Rodrick began to walk back to his van. But you stopped him before he could get back in.

"Hey, Rod?" He hummed and turned around to face you. You walked up to him, took him by his cheek using your thumb and index finger, and pulled him down so you could press a short peck onto his lips. Afterward, you pulled away from his lips but stayed in his proximity. "Call me when you get home," you ordered in a quiet, smooth tone, "okay?"

He stared down at you in astonishment, his mouth hanging ajar as he tried to process what the hell happened in the last ten seconds.

"Uh—yeah, uh... I can do that," he muttered bashfully. You responded with a 'good' and gently patted his cheek two times before walking to your front door as if you hadn't just flipped the guy's entire world upside down.

"I'll be waiting," you called out before shutting the door and leaving Rodrick outside, frozen in place.

It was totally fate.

written by @nylaboon

[lxvvie]

Pls more knitting circle Simon! It’s so cute and adorable!

You have asked and I shall answer. Hopefully lmao.

When Simon first walked into the room, it was like time had stopped. Everyone's eyes were on him. Everyone. He should've just followed his gut instinct and hauled ass when he was outside the building.

His introduction was awkward as all hell but all they needed to know was that his name was Simon. And that he's in the military. Sure. Yeah. The ladies, though skeptical at first, were so welcoming that he couldn't find it in his heart to correct them and tell them that his name was most definitely not Silas.

The first few meetings were a little frustrating, admittedly. Simon figures he doesn't have the hands for knitting—they're too big—but the adorable meemaws don't give up on him. They're patient enough to guide him through the process and he's ambling along.

Simon has officially been babygurl'd. The group's maternal instincts come out in full force. "Poppet, you look like you haven't slept in ages!", "Why is such a handsome face like yours frowning?", and/or "Have you been eating good, dearie?" They make sure to bake extra goods for him. "Come back next week looking refreshed or you're in big trouble, Poppet!" All he can do is mumble yes ma'am.

Apparently, he really favors one of the member's grandsons minus the... scars and, uh, frown. Er... Simon didn't believe it until she brought a picture of him and what the fuck—

Simon is also such a good listener that these lovely meemaws have no trouble telling their life stories or revealing rather... shocking secrets. One kind gran was so taken with his sleeve tattoo that she cheekily told him about the ones she's got in places that "her parents would roll over in their graves if they knew" (this is punctuated with a grin and wink) and Simon wonders how the fuck he managed to keep a straight face the entire time.

When you arrive on the scene it's like a breath of fresh air because oh look, more youths are joining! Simon is somewhat relieved... until they start pairing you two together. Sure, you're nice and all, but, uh... you two just met?

That doesn't stop them from trying, though. You two get to know each other over time and as best as you can with your conflicting schedules. And then one adorable member comes along, her filter non-existent, and asks you in front of Simon, "What are your intentions with our Poppet, dearie?" and Simon just wants to spontaneously combust so fucking bad because holy fucking shit—

[lunajay33]

Just a Taste🖤

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Summary: Reader knew lusting after him was wrong, him being her gym teacher and all but when she comes across him again when the world ends she can’t resist

Pairing: Negan Smith x f!reader

Warning: Age Gap, 18+

•Masterlist•

I know it’s wrong but god I want him so badly, sure he’s my gym teacher but a girl knows how to appreciate an attractive man, the way he’d smirk when I’d sass him back or the way he’d help me with warm up stretches, pushing his body so close to mine I’ve become addicted to his cologne , but what could I do he’s my gym teacher, sure I’m 18 but a girl can dream

The day of my graduation I finally found the courage to approach Negan, walking right up to him behind the bleachers as it was an outside celebration, a cigarette lit as he huffed out a cloud of smoke, I never was one for the smell but being around him I couldn’t get enough now

“Hey angel, shouldn’t you be celebrating with the others?” He smirked as I stood next to him

“Hmmm I’d rather be here with you Mr.Smith” I said batting my lashes seeing his smirk widen making my knees weak

“Is that so baby girl? I’m sure you don’t wanna waste your time with an old man like me, what the guys your age don’t satisfy ya?” He asks as he blows smoke in my face

“Mmm no one makes me feel the things you do”

“Holy shit darling you’re one hell of a minx, never seen this side of ya before but god is it refreshing” I took the cigarette from his hand taking a slow drag feeling the smoke envelope my lungs

“Maybe you deserve a little graduation gift don’t you think Angel?” His lips mere inches from mine as he sucked in the smoke I breathed out

“I think I do, I’ve been so good” right as our lips were about to touch screams and chaos erupted all around us

Pulling apart I notice blood all around people ripping the flesh of my fellow classmates and some people that were still lingering around from the graduation, I felt a tight grip around my waist pushing me in the opposite direction of all this mayhem

“What is happening Mr.Smith?” I asked running with him right next to me

“Don’t know sweetheart but we gotta get the hell outta here”

We got close to his truck when a group of walkers got in our way splitting us up, having to run in separate directions, I tried getting back to him but neither of us could risk it with the amount of chompers around

“STAY ALIVE! ILL FIND YA SUNSHINE” he screamed as we got pushed further and further apart

I ran and just kept running until I got back home, my family was gone they didn’t even wait for me, the realization dawned on me that I had to do this alone, so I gathered a bag and filled it with clothes, the food that was left over in the pantry and getting anything that could be used as a weapon in the garage

I changed into some more appropriate clothes for this crazy situation that this town has found itself in god knows where else

“Okay you’ve got this, all you’ve got to do is survive just survive somehow” I tried encouraging myself as I slung my bag over my back and drove off out of town having no clue where I was heading

Gas ran out quick leaving me to wonder on foot through the Georgia woods thinking it would be safer than the roads, after 2 months of wandering having to fend for myself, running scarce of food and killing and walkers that came near leaving me exhausted and covered in blood

Finally I came to a break in the trees leading to an open field with a farm house in the middle, not a walker in sight, I sighed in relief feeling like I’ve finally found a break even just for a little while, I got to the house noticing tents set up, still early in the morning the people set up here must still be sleeping

“Who the hell are ya?” I heard a gruff voice behind me, I turned frightened noticing a man with a cross bow pointed at me, he had scruffy hair and a scowl

“Oh umm I’m sorry I’ve just been walking and I came across this place I just wanted a break, I was gonna ask…..I just need rest even just for today please” he looked me up and down before lowering his bow, his expression softening

“Come on I’ll show ya around”

Thankfully that day it wasn’t a one day rest and the group embraced me as one of their own, Daryl became like an older brother teaching me how to hunt, always watching over me, Maggie always went out of her way to check up on me and she’s become like a sister, I got along with everyone else as well but Daryl and Maggie meant the most to me

When the farm fell Daryl saved me from being torn apart, the 9 months on the road after that looking for a new home they always made sure I got a bit of extra food

Finally we found the prison and we had a while of peace, sitting on the railing of the watch tower looking out over the yard when Daryl came and sat next to me

“Ya okay?”

“Yeah just thinking about stuff”

“Like what?”

“The day everything happened it was my graduation day, it felt like my life was just starting and I had my whole life ahead of me, I even had a guy I finally got the courage to confess to in a way, I was so excited and god I had wanted him for so long and just like that it was ripped away from me, I still hear the last words he said to me before we were pulled apart, he said he’d find me” I sighed feeling the weight of what could have been weighing down on me, I still think of Negan all the time, the way he’d wear a black top showing off his tattoos that always had me clenching my legs in class, how his arms would flex when he’d help me stretch, or when the smell of cigarette would come my way I remember taking his and feeling his lips brush against mine

“Don’t give up peach, he might still be out there, I’ll make sure ya have a future”

“Thanks Daryl”

When the prison fell I was lucky to escape with Tyrese and Judith and the two little girls until we came across Carol, with carols help we saved the group from the cannibals, reuniting with my new family, the we were on the road again until we got saved yet again and found a new home in Alexandria, everything was going well, Maggie was pregnant, we had a home that was safe with food, I always wanted to help the group with what ever problem arises but Maggie and Daryl kept me out of it, always saying I should stay in Alexandria and help things run smoothly

So when the group came back bloodied and empty of emotion I was confused

“What happened where Daryl? Where’s Maggie is she okay?” I asked Michonne as she seemed to be the most put together of the group

“We shouldn’t have left you in the dark, we’ve been up against another group they cornered us they….they killed Abraham and Glenn, they took Daryl, Maggie is at hilltop hiding out and getting the help she needs with the baby” my world felt like it was crashing down

“What? No this can’t be true, we need to get Daryl back”

“There’s nothing we can do”

A few days went by when that group that took some of my family away arrived in the streets and Alexandria

I ran out of the house seeing Daryl in ratty clothes standing at the gates, I looked next to him and it was him…..Negan was talking to Rick my heart started pumping fast and I gasped catching the attention of him, his smirk he had dropped as the attention of everyone around was now on us, he dropped his bat to the ground and before I knew it I was running to him jumping in his arms feeling his strong arms wrap around me and squeeze me tight

“I told you I’d find you sunshine” he stated he still smelled of cigarette and that cologne that had me want him to finally take me right here right now

He set me down back on the ground squeezing my waist as I ran my hand along his cheek

“I’ve been looking for you, ever since that day, god I’ve craved your lips, your touch, I ain’t letting you go again Angel”

“Y/n? What are you doing?” I heard Rick ask from behind me

“Oh she’s mine done Ricky, been waiting to have her, should’ve never let you go that day”

“Y/n he killed Glenn and Abraham he’s the one that imprisoned Daryl” it dawned on me that this was the leader of the group that took people away from my family

I looked over at Daryl seeing how hurt he was

“Negan can I talk to you in private please” he placed his hand on my lower back and led me away from the clashing groups

“What is it baby?”

“This is my family, they’ve done so much for me, Daryl has saved me and protected me more times than I can count, if it wasn’t for him I would be long dead, and I wanna be with you, god do I wanna be with you but I need you to let him go, please I mean you still have to give me my graduation gift” I said smirking as I looped my fingers in the waist band of his jeans hearing him groan

“Fuck Angel I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’ll do it for you, he can go but you’re coming back with me, I’ve needed to feel you for too long, go say your goodbyes” he smirked as he slapped my ass as I walked back towards the entrance

“Daryl I’m so sorry I didn’t know, he’s going to let you go” he finally looked at me and pulled me into his arms

“Ain’t yer fault ya knew none of this, I can’t say I’m happy about this being the guy that ya told me about, but ya gotta do what makes ya happy, I’ll talk to the others” he said as he pushed me off back towards Negan

“I’ll see you soon Daryl”

Getting back to the sanctuary Negan showed me around until we got back to his own room, it was nice, the nicest room I’ve seen since before everything happened

“I can’t wait anymore Negan, I need you, please. I need you to fuck me” I whined as I felt him close behind me his hands brushing down my hips

“Whatever you want baby” he groaned into my ear as he started unbuttoning my jeans pulling them down as I was quick to rip off my shirt leaving me in my black lace panties and bra

“Damn look at that body” he said pushing be back down onto the bed, quick to rid himself of his own clothes, even more tattoos on his chest that had me desperate for more

“Like what ya see baby”

“God yes, please just touch me” he smirked as he started leaving sloppy hickeys down my neck to my chest, licking down my stomach to my panties, my heart was pounding, my head was buzzing

He pulled my panties down so slowly I whined my pussy aching from need

“Look at how wet you are baby and all for me, just a little taste first” he said before he licked up my pussy slowly at first before he started eating me out like he was a starved man, running my hand through his salt and pepper hair screaming his name as that pressure started building

“Fuck fuck I’m so close don’t stop” pulling away as I felt that pressure fade

“No please let me cum”

“Oh you’ll be coming angel, all night long” he laughed as he ran his cock up and down my slit jumping when he’d smack my sensitive clit

“Fuck I don’t think you’re gonna fit” he was huge, thick and long it had my mouth watering

“Oh it’ll fit and I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy raw” he said as he slowly pushed in feeling him stretch and fill me up to the brim it was overwhelming but god was it everything I’ve fantasized about

Hovering over me he was biting his lip his face scrunched in pleasure

“So tight, so know how long I’ve wanted this little pussy baby, to bend you over those bleachers and just fuck the attitude out of you” he said as he started thrusting getting faster and faster hitting all the right spots, quickly circling my clit

“Oh fuck I’ve wanted you for so long, god you fuck me so good” his cologne enveloping my senses, hearing him groan into my ear, feeling his cool rings run across my burning skin, everything I’ve dreamed of finally happening feeling that pressure build and build

“Fuck Negan I’m gonna cum please let me cum”

“Cum baby, cum on my cock, be a good girl come on” he said slapping my clit again pushing me over the edge

“OH FUCK” I screamed every nerve burning with desire, my sight clouded with stars, feeling his hot cum shoot inside me

“That’s it sunshine, let it go” his thrusts slowing until he finally pulled out making whine at the empty feeling

“Wow that was……mind blowing”

“We ain’t done yet baby, I’ve got years of fantasies to play out”

This was gonna be a long night

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[leah-lover]

Closed for maintenance. Leah williamson × reader.

This is part 2. I took a gamble on the ending. If you don't like it tell me so that I can change it.

PS: thank you for all the support ❤️❤️.

I woke up the next day with a painful headache. The light painfully affected my eyes as soon as I opened them. At first I didn't take in my surroundings, all I thought about was the pain. Then suddenly it all came back, the party, the drinks, Leah, the kiss. Holy shit Leah I kissed Leah. “Oh no why do I do this why the hell do I always do this. Fuck.” I cursed at myself. Then I jolted up. This is not my room, it's probably Leah's. I quickly inspected the room, no longer feeling the pain in my head as I was preoccupied with the trouble I got into. I then noticed a note that said “ good morning beautiful, come join me in the kitchen.” 

I got up to refresh my hair. I was still in yesterday's clothes, so I just tidied myself and went out to join her.

I was met with the cutest sight in the world. Leah blasting ABBA, dancing and cooking what looks like eggs. With the biggest smile on my face I said “ good morning cap.”. She embarrassed turned down the music and replied “ good morning to you sleepy head, you were drunk last night so I brought you home I am not sure if you remember “

“ I do remember everything despite the earth shaking headache I am experiencing right now.” I added, which made her nervous. 

“ Leah the pan it's burning.” I pointed out. “Shit. Oh god. What are we gonna do?” she said while putting the pan in the sink.

“ Well I guess the girls are having brunch, maybe we should join them.” I suggested, afraid of the outcome of us being alone.

“ Good Idea I am gonna go get ready you tell the girls we are coming together, I mean yeah…., not together like in the same car I guess.” She blurred out while going up the stairs.

On our way to the restaurant Leah seemed nervous, she kept fidgeting with the console not knowing what to do. I just ignored the tension and stared at the window.

Once we arrived we were greeted by Katie. “ Look who just showed up in yesterday's clothes late.” She said,

“ Katie fuck off please and thank you.”She replied, ushering me to an empty seat and pushing the chair out for me. “Such a gentleman “ said Katie, which earned her a stern look from Leah.

The conversation flew rather quickly, and the girls grew tired and started to leave one by one. After a while I was left with Leah alone.

“ We need to talk about what happened yesterday, it is eating at me.” She started, “ it , you, have been eating at me since you joined. You are one of if not the most beautiful human beings I know. You are kind, sweet, and confident. You are a leader and a good friend. I ….” She added before I stopped her when I put a finger on her mouth. 

“ I need you to listen to me Leah. I can't let this go far. I have been in a relationship with my teammate. It has ruined my career. I left Chelsea because of my relationship with Niamh. I lost friends because they were hers first. I was left alone. I like the family here at arsenal. I don't want to lose that. Plus my heart is closed. I don't want a relationship. I can't handle a relationship right now.” I said with tears falling down my cheek.

“hey it's okay. It's not gonna be like that. Here at Arsenal what is mine is theirs. We have formed a group with Katie, Caitlain, Lia, Alessia,and Steph. What is mine is theirs and vice versa. That fact is known within the team. They won't only be my friends they will be your family. You won't be isolated. If god forbid something happened. Do you understand me?” She said, nervousness was apparent  on her face.

I stayed quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say or what to do. “ If you are not up to it that's okay.” She said, worry in her face. “ I don't know what to think. Maybe I just need to understand more.” I replied.

“ Let's go to  Katie's house, there you will understand.” She added, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the restaurant.

And right then and there a new chapter in my life began.

[titan-star]

{ @static-x3 }

Finally after almost three full days... Titan's systems hummed back to life with a soft whirr.

It took most of the day for him to move, let alone twitch, to show any signs of life there.

His eyes slowly opened, the world blurry at first before his optics began to come back online. Titan squinted a bit, feeling the animatronic version of a migraine slam him head on. He groaned, shutting his eyes tight as a hand went straight to try and cradle the pain away.

Wh...w--

His voicebox was shot, crackling and his voice was more robotic than its usually smooth and deep tone. Titan took a moment to refresh his voice box a couple of times, taking that time to check his HUD. Holy shit-- why does he need so many repairs?!

What the fu--

At least his voice was normal now. Was someone even with him? What happened? The last thing he remembered was watching a movie with Static .... How long has he been out?

Fucking hell, what happened....

[comic-sans-chan]

a fun au komahina idea i keep fiddling with in my mind is hinata realizing he does have a talent, but that talent is something super fucked up like being the Ultimate Talent Neutralizer or some such. so like, his talent is just draining other people's talents. he's literally the nega talent.

so he's technically upgraded to being an ultimate at hope's peak, but he's still reserve course because they can't have him around the other ultimates during class hours or else... their education will be utterly pointless. because he'll just make it impossible for anyone to practice or hone their skills. and hinata is very, like... damn. i've always wanted a talent, but this one fucking sucks. i've spent all these years idolizing talent only to find out i destroy it?? what the hell. fuck off with that.

and when komaeda finds out, at first, he's fully like ''omfg, i knew it, you're actually a demon, you literally destroy talent, you destroy hope!!!" and it's this huge debacle, just the most dramatic hissy fit imaginable, up until it becomes clear that actually... being around hinata makes komaeda's talent fuck off. like, his luck literally can't hurt hinata or him or anyone else in his presence. and this realization just... short-circuits komaeda. fully breaks his brain.

like, everyone else just find it funny and kind of refreshing being around hinata, because they can just be regular with him and chill and not worry so much about being Ultimate, but for komaeda, for obvious reasons, being around hinata is life-changing. world-redefining. and he ends up just more obsessed with hinata than ever.

but also it ends up being hinata's secret superpower, because he can interact with any high-level ultimate in society and negate whatever their talent is, putting them on even footing, and sometimes come out on top in interactions with them concerning their talent. this first comes to light with chiaki, of course, who realizes "Hey!! I'm actually being challenged in a videogame!!! Omg, Hajime, you actually won against me!!! Holy shit, this is the best!!!!" and it's insane. it ends up being an amazing talent, after all.

but even with all these wonderful friends and an insanely useful talent and this beautiful twink drooling over him, hinata is still endlessly grumpy and bitter about being the Ultimate Anti-Talent forever. and it's hilarious. one of my favorite brain worms to consider.